All language subtitles for ep220

War is coming between the Tongs.

If you can scrap, you're in.

Two Chinamen
were killed last night.

Yes, by all means,

let's keep murder
out of the paper.

Careful, dear. You're married
to the government.

Mayor has asked me to start
a new Chinatown squad.

Your cop, the young one.

He can't show up in courts,
understand?

Blood is cheap here,
so you'd better learn to adapt.

I can take you
out of business

as fast as I put you in it.

There will be no peace.

I'm looking for someone.

Who is Xiao Zhang to you?
Why are you looking for her?

I'll tell her when I see her.

Enough!

-You don't belong here.
-This is exactly where I belong.

-Xiao Zhang--
-Get out!

Shit.

Whoa.

You have something for me.

Okay, then.

- It's on.

- Here it is.

- This is bullshit.

This fucking onion
shouldn't be here.

Father Jun said work him in,
so we're working him in.

You'll see, he can scrap
like a motherfucker.

- He's too fucking fresh.

I don't like it.
- And I thought

we were getting along so well.

- And I'm thinking maybe
you wouldn't have

such a smart mouth
if I took out all your teeth.

- I'd pay to see that.

- Come on,
we got shit to do.

- Just don't get
in my fucking way.

- Look, it's your first
real run,

so just hang back,
keep an eye out.

You get me?
- I got you.

- Is that everything?
- Yeah.

Aah!

Hey!

- What?

- I think he's dead.

I think you're right.

- What the fuck are you doing?

That's a shit-ton of molasses!

- We aren't thieves,
and this isn't a robbery.

You think they'll get

the message?

I think they'll get
the message.

Your brother...

- Can we not talk about that?

- No one can know.

I know.

Do you think it'll be
a problem?

- No.

No, he won't stay.

I know him.

- He's a good fighter.

Better trained than
your typical Hop Wei.

- So are you.

So what?

- The Hop Wei are stepping up
their recruitment.

If we're going to war...

We should probably do the same.

- I think I heard a hint
of disapproval there.

- I just want to be ready.
- I know.

We will be.

Xiaojing was a stupid
farmer's girl who died

in Sun Yang's bed.

He beat me...

raped me...

There you go.

Proper little man.
- Come eat your breakfast.

Molly, come and get
some hot toast.

Bring your plate.

Hot, hot, hot, hot.
Good girl.

- Thank you. Just--

- Who the hell is that?
- Put that down.

- Oh, hello, little lady.
- Hello.

- How are we?
- Good.

Lee, what are you doing here?

- The Chief sent me
to get you.

Sit, darling.

Ethan, look after
your brother, aye?

- There was a killing
down at the Banshee last night.

- But I was at the Banshee
last night.

Who was it?
- I don't know.

Chief just told me to find you
and get our asses over there.

Lord, you really do plow

the back forty
before breakfast, don't ya?

- I don't know what
that means.

Why does Flannagan want us
down at the Banshee?

We're on the Chinatown beat.
- I asked him the same thing

but he wasn't in
an explaining sort of mood.

- Good mornin'.
- Morning, ma'am.

Apologies for disturbing you
at home.

- Does it look like we could be
more disturbed?

- This is Officer Lee.
He's on the squad.

We have to go.

Go to your mother.

- That accent.
Where are you from,

Officer Lee?
- Georgia, ma'am.

- You're a long way from home.

- It's down the road a piece.

- And how does your wife feel
about your new assignment?

Chinatown.
- Oh, I'm not married.

- What?
Handsome lug like you.

There must be someone
pining for you back home, then?

- No, ma'am.

No, uh, not a soul.

- Shame.

All that Southern charm
going to waste.

- Yeah.

Shame they couldn't charm
their way out of getting

their asses kicked in the war.

Come on, let's go.

- Good day.
- Molly.

Get back here.

Come on in, Molly.

Come on, have some breakfast.

- You're a beautiful woman,
Li Juan.

- Thank you.

- It takes work, doesn't it?

Beauty.

It takes work and vigilance.

And...

pain.

- I guess so.

- But it's
a double-edged sword...

because beauty
is an unforgiving canvas.

It makes it harder
to conceal the blemishes,

the things you don't want
others to see.

You're working
for the Long Zii.

- What?

- You're working
for the Long Zii,

and you brought
their hatchet man

into my house.

Don't worry, Li Juan.

You'll still be beautiful.

- Morning, Bill.

Leeds.
- It's Lee, sir.

- Look at this fucking mess,
would you?

- No witnesses?

- Happened pretty late,
from what we can gather.

If we had any,
they would have been

deep in their cups by then.
- There had to have been

at least two men,
maybe three.

Cut this one's head
clean off.

That one put up a fight.

They made a proper mess
when they gutted him.

- Do you recognize these boys?

- That one's Morgan.

One missing his head is Davis.

And you think the Chinese
did this?

- This was an assassination

by sword, for fuck's sake.

I don't think it was
the Chinese--I know it was.

- Yeah, well, let's keep
that part quiet for now, okay?

Otherwise we'll be peeling
chink stiffs off the sidewalk

for the next week.
- What the fuck is he doing?

- Lee.

- Yes?
- Are we disturbing you?

- Not at all.

Just making some notes.

- Put the man's guts back
in his fucking belly.

- Jesus!

This is your beat now.

Bring me some murderers.
- Or a murderer.

- What's that?

- With this second fella...

see, his knife hand...

it's cut almost clean off.

One blow.

And he's cut pretty deep

in the gut.

I've slaughtered cattle
and venison,

but to cut through
a moving body like that--

active muscle and tissue--
that's an expert swordsman.

Probably the same man...

decapitated our first fellow.

See here?

It's one swipe.

No struggle, no hesitation.

- Bring me my
Goddamn murderers.

Dead or alive.

What you just did there?

Don't do that again.

Be back in a minute.

- You see those boys out there?
- I did.

- Fucking savages
we're dealing with.

You find those slanty fuckers,
you hear me?

- Yeah, I hear you.
- We can't have the chinks

thinking they can get away
with shite like this.

And in our neighborhood.

It will not fucking stand.

In the meantime, as I paid you
to keep your boy

from testifying against Morgan
and Davis,

and as dead men
cannot stand trial,

I'll be wanting
that money back now.

- Yeah.

Of course.

The thing is, I don't
have it all right now.

- I thought you were done
with the fucking cards, Bill.

- They weren't quite done
with me, I guess.

- Jesus, Bill.

Well, I guess I don't mind

owning a cop.

I'll get you your money.
- That time's come and gone.

With the interest accruing
and whatnot,

you'll work it off.
- Excuse me, gentlemen.

Sergeant, uh, the Chief
was just wondering

where you'd disappeared to.

- Where are you from, Officer?

- Savannah, Georgia, sir.
- Ah.

You're not Irish.

- You make that sound like
a character flaw.

- It's no fucking attribute.

- Bill.

Taking breakfast breaks, now,
are we?

Morning, Mr. Leary.
- Chief.

- You boys need to head down
to the wharf.

We got some new stiffs.
- The wharf?

That's not Chinatown.

- Tell that to
the dead Chinaman

blocking up traffic.

- Well, I guess the news

isn't all bad, then, is it?

- Come on, let's go.

- Why don't you just
leave him alone?

- Oh.

- These are dangerous men.
We go now.

- You think you're so tough
intimidating an old man?

You're cowards.
- Please, missus.

They don't understand you.

- I think they understand me
perfectly.

Not bad looking, though.

Wouldn't mind
getting sticky with her.

Okay, Uncle.

- Let's sort this shit out.
- Yeah.

Now, you're gonna have
some more chop for me

next week, right?
- Okay.

- Now, I know I said that
like a question.

I'm not really asking.

All right, let's go.

- What the fuck?

- Why isn't this area
closed off?

- People gotta get through.

- Okay, we'll take it
from here.

Again with the damn
notebook.

- Helps me organize things.

- If we tried to solve
every Chinese crime...

- These men were butchered,
Sergeant.

- They're gangsters.
It's an occupational hazard.

You smell that?
It's opium.

I don't need your little book
to know that this was

a tong hit.

And tomorrow,
some of their buddies

will butcher the guys
that did this.

There's plenty more
where they came from.

Showing up every day
by the boat-load.

You can write that down.

- What do they want?

- They want them.

And they're welcome to him.

- Take it we're not gonna
write up a report?

- When it comes to the Chinese,

we're not cops.

We're janitors.

Our job is to mop it up
and get the hell out of the way

before the blades start
to fly again.

- I warned you about this.

The Hop Wei have controlled

the molasses trade for years.

They won't stand by
while we break the treaty.

- Yeah, but opium
is the future.

That's why
the Hop Wei resources

are growing faster than ours.

If we don't get in now,
we won't survive.

- This is no time for war.

Not with the duck government
trying to drive us out.

- The longer we wait,
the more powerful

the Hop Wei become.
- And the bigger the target

they make for the duck cops.

Did you know they've formed
a Chinatown squad?

- How did you know that?
- I have my sources

in the pond.

What does Li Yong think?

I assume you discussed it
with him.

- He agrees that the Hop Wei

are becoming too powerful.

- Mm.

Look at my hand.

I used to be able
to snap the bones

of a man's hand in mine.

Now my hand shakes,

my knees are weak,

my heart skips every third
or fourth beat.

But if there is one advantage
to old age...

It's perspective.

I need you to trust me.

- Sandlot's more crowded
than usual.

- Why pay for Irish labor
when you can get three chinks

for the price of one?

The regular working man
is fucked.

- Maybe you should take it up
with the men doing the hiring

instead of blaming the Chinese.

Just trying to eat,
same as everybody else.

What?

- It's just funny
hearing you talk about

fair labor practices,

considering
where you come from.

- Just because I'm
from the South doesn't mean

I condone slavery.
- Maybe not,

but it fed your family
just the same, didn't it?

- I'm just curious--
are you ever

in a good mood, Bill?

- I'm in a good mood
right now.

- Look at that.

The rich bitch
with a trained chink.

- She's even got him in
a proper suit and everything.

- Hey, sweetheart!

You dress me in a fancy suit,
I'll follow you anywhere!

Hey!
I'm talking to you!

- Listen, I don't know
who you are,

but you men need to go home
and sleep it off.

- Are you telling us
what to do?

You can boss
your pet Chinaman around,

but you...

you don't tell me what to do.

- I'm sorry.

Come on, Jacob, let's go.

- "Jacob."

He's no fucking "Jacob."
- Let go of him!

Leave me alone!

- "Jacob" is from the Bible.

This heathen rice nigger
ain't in the Bible.

There's no China in the Bible.

- Jacob!
No!

Jacob!
- Don't you talk to me,

coolie fuck.

Stupid cunt took a bite

out of me!

- Two of you, huh?

- Hey, that's enough!

You okay?

- Yeah.
- Oh, my God!

- Just got caught off-guard.
- All right, everybody,

mind your business!

Show's over!

- Thank you.

Wait, Officer!
He was defending us!

- He was beating on
two citizens.

You, get the other one.

- You will not get
the other one!

Jacob is my valet,
and he did nothing wrong.

Neither did this man.

It was these two drunks
who attacked us.

- I didn't see how
it got started, but it wasn't

the Chinese fellow who hit me.

It was that one.
- Look, what I saw

was this thug in a tong suit
beating on two men and a cop,

so he's coming with me.

You, check the other one.

See if they need the hospital.
If they're up to it,

you get their statements.
- Officer!

- It's "Sergeant."
- Sergeant.

I'm Penelope Blake,
Mayor Blake's wife,

and I'm telling you
you're arresting the wrong man.

- I don't think so.

Come on.

- These are strange
fucking times.

The ducks think
we're less than human.

We can't own, we can't vote,

and yet, somehow,
we're responsible

for the economic woes
of their entire nation.

They hate us
because they fear us,

and that fear is where we get
our fucking edge.

You get me?

The Hop Wei
keeps that fear alive.

They stay the fuck out
of Chinatown,

and we all continue to earn.

Yes!

What is it, Chao?
- Your boy, the new one.

He's been arrested.

- Ah Sahm?

When?
- Few hours ago.

Scrapping with some ducks
in the pond.

- What the fuck was he doing
in the pond?

- I have no idea.
- You have no idea?

You were responsible for him.

- Can you get him out?

Pay someone off?

Are you serious?

We can't just leave him to rot.
- Any halfwit onion

knows better than to scrap
with ducks in the pond,

and I'm not going to reward
his stupidity

or expose us any more
than he already has

by trying to get him out.

Got enough of my own
fucking problems.

Two ducks were diced
last night.

The same two who killed
those coolies

a few nights ago.

The bulls suspect
Chinese vengeance,

the Irish are out for blood...

this arrest just might take
the heat off Chinatown.

- This is bullshit.

- Shut your mouth.

I appreciate your loyalty
to Ah Sahm, but it's misplaced.

We don't know him yet--
not really--

and this is no time
for wild cards.

- I never liked
that motherfucker anyways.

- Name?

Do you understand me?

Officer Lee...

You...

- You're wasting your time.

He's probably undocumented.

Just put down "John Chinaman"
and let's get on with it.

- Can't we get a translator?

You'd think there'd be
a protocol for this.

- There is.

"John Chinaman."

That's you.
Let's go.

- Is this really necessary?

- House regulations.

You've seen how they live.

Whatever they've got,
we don't want them

spreading it around here.

Here.

- Penny.
- That man they arrested,

he wasn't the one
who attacked us.

- I've asked you not to parade
your Chinaman around town.

I can't be perceived
as being in the business

of hiring coolies.
- I wasn't parading him around!

These two men attacked
Jacob.

When I intervened,
they went after me,

and then this Chinese man
saved us.

I tried to explain that
to the Sergeant,

that he was arresting
the wrong man,

but he wouldn't listen to me.
- The man they arrested

was a member
of the Hop Wei tong,

a notoriously brutal gang.

He was carrying weapons
and attacked

two law-abiding citizens.
- I was the one

who was attacked!
- And thank God

you weren't harmed,
but you walked a Chinese

past the sandlot.

Any idiot could tell you
that was a bad idea.

You all but provoked them.
- That's absurd.

- Did you know
that the two men arrested

for killing
Merriweather's coolies

were hacked to pieces
outside a pub last night?

- What?

No.
- They're getting bolder.

Coming into
our neighborhoods, now.

Killing on our streets.

You think it's a coincidence

on the very next day
we arrest a Chinese gangster

just a short distance
from that pub?

- You don't know
that it was him.

- And you don't know
that it wasn't.

- I don't know what
I was thinking coming here.

- I'm mystified myself.

- Penny, dear, hello.

- Daddy.

What are you doing here?

- I might ask you
the same thing.

I thought you abhorred
the halls of power.

With unmitigated passion.

As do I.

And yet, here we are.

Are you okay, dear?

- I'm fine.

- We miss you at the house.

You should come by,
see your sisters.

They're lonely without you.

Not as lonely as I am.

I'm sorry, Daddy,
I didn't mean...

- Mr. Mercer.

Right on time, I see.
- Afternoon, Mr. Buckley.

- Mrs. Blake, I'm glad
to see you looking so well.

I heard about your
unfortunate episode today.

- What episode?
What's he talking about?

- Nothing.
I'm fine.

And I don't want
to keep you from your meeting.

- Are you sure?

- Tell Nadine and Sophie
I'll be by this weekend

to see them.

- To a father growing old,
nothing is dearer

than a daughter.

- Euripides said that.

- Do you have children,
Mr. Buckley?

- Good God, no.

Well...

let's not keep
His Honor waiting.

- You're still down here?
- Did you hear Flannagan?

He's already announced that
we caught the Banshee murderer.

- It could be we have.
- We have exactly no evidence

to support that claim.
- Come on.

You saw the way
he took those guys on.

Spinning and kicking.

He was like a Goddamn
fightin' machine.

- Doesn't put him
at the Banshee.

- Yeah?
How many guys you ever see

can fight like that?

And you said it yourself--
it could have been

a single person
who did Morgan and Davis.

A killer like that...

I'd imagine he'd have to move
something like the way

this guy moves.

- And if you're wrong?

- Well, we still got him
for the assault.

And that I saw
with my own eyes.

Plus, um, he was wearing
Hop Wei colors,

so it's a pretty safe bet
he's guilty of something.

- We're all guilty
of something.

- Yep, that's the spirit.

Lee.

Come on!

- And the price of steel
continues to rise,

so I was compelled to take
a position on credit.

I've had steel being delivered
on a weekly basis

in anticipation of your order,
and every day

the order doesn't come, I incur
large warehousing costs,

as well as carrying costs
and interest.

- Mm.
- As you know, I made

those purchases based
on your assurance

that I would be awarded
the exclusive contract

to lay cable-car track
across the city.

I put myself in a precarious
position on your word.

If you don't come through
with the order soon,

I'll be ruined.
- Now, let's be honest.

Your company was teetering

prior to the Mayor's
assurances.

- What are you insinuating?
- I'm not insinuating anything.

Just pointing out that
your position was every bit

as precarious before
your daughter and the Mayor

were wed.
- You son of a bitch!

You think for one minute
you're gonna pull the rug out

from under me now?
- Gentlemen.

Please.

Buckley.

- I apologize.

It was not my intention
to offend.

- Well, I can only wonder
what it looks like

when it is your intention.

- Byron, my word is my bond.

It's just taking us
a bit longer than expected

to get the funding approved.

We've got
the necessary support

from the city council,
it's just about massaging

the numbers a bit.
- If I massage the numbers

any more, I'll be paying you
for the honor of laying track.

- Now there's a notion.

- I appreciate
the visit, Byron.

Give me a week.

Two at the most.

Miss Carlson will show you out.

- Not a happy man.

- What exactly is
the hold-up?

I thought we had
all the approvals in place.

- We do, but establishing

a cable-car network
across the city

is an enormous undertaking.

An enduring legacy
for any mayor.

I just want to make sure
we did our due diligence

on Mercer.

Measure twice, cut once.

- I did give him my word.

- And he gave you
his daughter.

Apparently we both know how
to drive a hard bargain.

- You're a cold bastard,
Buckley.

- You're welcome, Mr. Mayor.

- Excuse me, Sergeant.
- Mm?

- I need you to take me
to the prisoner.

- This is highly unusual,
Mrs. Blake.

- It's been an unusual day.

- Does the Mayor know
you're here?

- I don't know why
that would concern you.

- Well, keeping my job

is what concerns me.

- In which, case it would
behoove us both

to be discreet.

- I'm sorry if I was
a little short with you

out in the street earlier.

There was a lot happening.
- It doesn't matter.

You were going to arrest him
no matter what, weren't you?

- Well, he's a criminal, ma'am,
and that's generally

what I do with criminals--
I arrest them.

- Well, in this case,
you arrested the wrong man.

- I was working these streets
when you still had

your baby teeth,
so you'll excuse me

if I consider my judgment
to be a bit more sound

in these matters.

There's your boy.

I'll give you a few minutes.

It should be more than enough,

considering he won't understand
a word you say.

- Hello.

I'm Penny.

Penny Blake.

It was me
that you helped earlier.

I don't know
if you recognize me.

Um...

This was mine.

You brought it back for me.

Anyway, uh...

I don't know
if you can understand me...

but I wanted to say
how sorry I am

that this happened to you.

I know you were only trying
to help us.

I don't know
what I'm doing here, I just...

I wanted to thank you...

and I want you to know,
I will do everything I can

to help you.

They're saying you killed
those two men

outside the pub last night.

But you don't look like
a murderer to me.

I'm sorry.

I wish there were more
I could do.

- I'm not a murderer.

- Very nice.

Very nice.

Mm...

- Okay.

So...

Ah Sahm.
- He was a fool,

scrapping in the pond
like that.

- And Father Jun?
- Ah, he's washed his hands.

Can you blame him?

- No.

- The itchy onion--
he mean something to you?

- No.

He just seemed...

promising.
- Ah.

A promising hatchet man.

- I know.

- I don't suppose you have
any influence there?

- Well, not the kind you need.

He bloodied those two ducks
pretty good.

And now they're gonna try
to pin that double murder

on him, too.

It's not a great time
for the Hop Wei

to be losing good fighters.
- Father Jun and Long Zii

have always managed
to keep the peace.

- Long Zii isn't calling
the shots anymore.

Either way...

war is good for business.

- But not for Chinatown.

- Chinatown isn't going
anywhere.

- I keep hearing about
this "Exclusion Act."

- It'll never pass.

Bad for business.

- You work every angle,
don't you?

- It's a gift.

- One of these days that gift
will get you killed.

- America isn't a place

to live a long life.

My philosophy is,

"the fast die rich."

Hopefully in that bed upstairs
with a duck girl riding me

like a thoroughbred.

- How did you learn
to speak English?

- I had an American
grandfather.

- How does that even happen?

- It's kind of a--a long story.

- This is incredible.

You can speak to the police,
tell them what happened.

- It won't help.

I'm John Chinaman.

No one wants to hear
John Chinaman speak English.

You heard the cop.

I'm already guilty.

They needed
a Chinese scapegoat...

and I served myself up
on a fucking platter.

- But you can't just give up.

You have nothing to lose.

I've already lost.

- Mrs. Blake.

Gotta shut things down
in here, now.

- You have to try.

- What is this?

What the fuck do you want?

I asked you a question.

Chao.

What the hell does he want?

- His men killed last night.

- That's got nothing
to do with me.

They paid me, and I walked away
just like I was supposed to.

- He think maybe
you double-cross.

- Well, you tell him if he
doesn't get out of here

right now,
he's gonna walk away

with a big fucking hole
in his face.

- I tell him later.

- You tell him now.

- Well, now he busy.

- The fuck are you
talking about?

- Get rid of the body, Chao.