All language subtitles for Warrior (2019) - S02E07 WEB.eng

Take a good, hard look at these three.

They were once your brothers.

You broke my heart.

But I'm never gonna let you embarrass me
or weaken the tong like this again.

You're the one embarrassing us.

I'm just trying to save
the money you're giving away.

- I wasn't giving it away. He lost it.
- Bullshit.

We outnumber the Long Zii three to one,
yet we're the ones sitting on our hands?

- Who the hell do you think you are?
- I'm your son.

You're the son of a common whore.
And it's time I burned you out.

What the fuck?

It's okay. It doesn't matter.
I've served this tong my whole life.

If he wants to burn me out, he can go
ahead. Won't change a fucking thing.

Branding us like goddamn cattle
isn't what makes us Hop Wei.

Knock yourself out.

Things have been turning to shit

ever since you let
this motherfucker back into our house.

I may have lost a fight, but I'm not
the one who bent over for Mai Ling.

The Long Zii aren't only taking
our territory.

They're paying half
of what we pay for opium

because he insists on importing it
from China.

You disloyal shits!
You swore an oath to me!

- We swore an oath to the tong!
- I am the tong!

We'll have a fresh supply of opium
by next week.

You all know me. You all know Young Jun.
We weren't stealing.

Every dollar is accounted for.
We did what we did to save the tong.

Because if we keep doing things his way,

the Long Zii and the Fung Hai
will own us within a year.

Will someone dice this fucking onion?

Now!

Okay.

You're backing this piece of shit
over your own father?

- No! He's backing me.
- You're getting played.

Open your eyes! We're losing ground
by the day. You know that.

And Young Jun is the only one willing
to do a damn thing about it.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?
You! You! All of you! Kill him now!

Where are you going?
What the fuck are you doing?

We are honoring your long years
of leadership.

And celebrating your retirement.

I hope you know what you're doing.

I hope so, too.

Shut up and take the fucking chair.

So, figure it out.
We don't have a lot of time.

Good.

Which one of them
is gonna take over for Zing?

The top three guys will fight for power
until only one is left.

That's the Fung Hai tradition.

All three of them
will probably end up dead.

Say what you want about Zing,
but he kept the Fung Hai under control.

Zing was out of control.

We can make this work for us.

I guess it's gonna have to.

- What?
- I never imagined

I'd be spending the night
in a Chinese brothel, of all places.

You prefer American brothel?

I never imagine this either.

In China, my husband was merchant.

I love him very much.

He sell his silks
to American trading company.

He brings me on trip to America
to make new deals.

Someone kill him on boat.

- Oh, my God.
- The men, they want to take me.

They will rape me, many times.

But the captain, he protect me.

I become his concubine.

Better to do this
than to be with all of the men.

They throw my husband's body
into the sea.

I come here, and American trading
company say, "No husband, no money."

They take everything I have.

But I was young and pretty.

I survive.

I'm so sorry.

In China, my husband have properties.
He teach me to own land is best.

- So, I buy, here.
- So, you own this place?

Other places. Outside Chinatown.

You're buying land here? How?

I have business partner.

White man. Use his name.
My money. We have many.

- Two hundred hectares of lands.
- Two hundred...

But something's wrong?

He not strong man.
I worry for trust him.

Well, you can't have a business partner
you don't trust.

You could use me.

- You?
- My late husband's estate.

There are so many deeds and titles
on the land, no one would ever notice.

And maybe, down the road, we could
use some of that land for the girls.

There are so many more we could help.

That bad place you go.

Crib brothel.

- You took those girls?
- Some of them.

I applied what pressure I could.
Managed to get the place shut down,

but the other girls were just moved on
somewhere new.

- Maybe you help them, too?
- I would if I could.

The police are protecting it.
I can't get in.

You show me where.

I should be dead already.

- Doesn't have to be that way.
- The hell it doesn't.

How long have you been planning
your little takeover?

I wasn't planning it at all.
It just happened.

I'm sure that's what he wants you
to think. Your loyal friend, Ah Sahm.

- You're wrong about him.
- I guess we'll see.

Well, however it happened.
You took power.

Now you have to seal it.
I think you know what I mean.

No? Well, just bring me the knife,
and I'll do it for you.

- Consider it a parting gift.
- Yeah. We're not gonna do that.

If you don't kill me,
you're gonna look weak.

That's how you would do it.
But you're not running things anymore.

The smarter move is to keep you around,
use your wisdom and experience.

Or maybe that's just you making excuses
to hide your weakness.

I know you don't respect me.
You never have. But you will.

I want him watched at all times.

If anything happens to him,
I'll blame you.

Your breakfast is getting cold.

I had them make you Eggs Florentine,
just the way you like them,

with the horseradish around the edges.
You know the way Daddy used to?

I could have them bring it in here
if you prefer.

- I'm not hungry.
- Penny.

You've hardly eaten in days.
It's just a factory. It's not our lives.

It was freedom.
For both of us. From him.

Now, I'll never be able to fill
any meaningful order,

not that anyone would give me one.

God knows
I don't have the money to rebuild.

And Samuel certainly
won't loan it to me. So...

Why don't you just sell it?
Take the money and go.

- You could paint, or travel.
- What, and prove him right?

That I wasn't smart enough
or strong enough to run a business?

Why the hell would you need
to prove anything to him?

Please. I just need to be
alone right now.

While acting on a tip
from one of the locals,

we discovered the sword in question
in this Chinaman's possession...

We also found a pocket watch in his room
that belonged to one of his victims.

Based on that evidence, and the fact
that this man immediately attempted

to murder us with the same sword,

well, we're very certain
we've got our man.

Understood. I thank you
for your service, Sergeant,

and I commend you on the heroic work
that you and the Chinatown squad

are doing on behalf of our fine city.
You're dismissed.

Thank you, sir.

Well, that's gonna leave a mark.

The old man's a real motherfucker, huh?

In your case, you know he actually
fucked your mother, right?

There you go.

You weren't at Ah Toy's last night.

- Yeah, I wasn't in the mood.
- Still thinking about Vega?

- I'm sorry, man.
- The life we chose.

I don't know about you, but no one
ever gave me a fucking choice.

- You okay?
- I don't know, man.

It all just happened so fast.

What, you thought one day Father Jun
would just make a big announcement

and give you his seat?

I guess I just wanted him to see me
as a worthy successor.

Fathers and sons, bosses and
lieutenants, no one ever just lets go.

What?

So, what,
you're getting all wise on me now?

Hey, I'm the boss's right hand. I just
figured I have to say shit like that.

Look. You belong in that seat.

That whole molasses deal with Vega
came together on your watch.

- You made that happen.
- And I work for you.

It doesn't always feel that way.

- What?
- Nothing.

I'm just feeling a little edgy,
you know?

I'm gonna go get some rest
before the council meeting.

I'm sure that's gonna be
some kind of shit show.

Maybe. But it's your shit show now.

Damn straight.

All rise.

The accused, John Chinaman,

also known as The Swordsman,
also known as Ching,

has been found guilty of first-degree
murder by a jury of his peers.

In light of the overwhelming evidence
presented in this courtroom

and the particularly heinous nature
of your crimes,

this court hereby sentences you
to death.

Sentence to be carried out
at San Quentin prison,

where you will be taken and hanged
by the neck until you are dead.

May God have mercy on your soul.

This court is now adjourned.

- You fared well, didn't you, Bill?
- I did, yeah.

I heard some scuttlebutt that you were
somehow in that chink's back pocket.

You know me better than that.

I was just trying to get close enough
to nail his ass, which is what I did.

I knew it must've been
something like that.

If you'll excuse me.

Today, as we celebrate Sergeant William
O'Hara and his Chinatown Squad,

let us also remember the brave men

who fell in the act of bringing
this murderous fiend to justice.

- Officer Sean McLeod. Officer Paul...
- Donnelly.

And Officer James Gallahue.

May they rest in peace.

And now, ladies and gentleman, I present
to you Sergeant William O'Hara.

Christ.

Sergeant O'Hara is the man we charged
with finding this vicious murderer,

and find him he did,
he and his men risking life and limb

to bring this monster to justice.

Sergeant O'Hara, I offer you and your
men the gratitude of an entire city.

But let us make no mistake.
This was but a shot across the bow.

Mr. Leary. You're starting to become
a regular presence here.

Does the man ever take a fucking breath?

It's a big day for him.
I should think you'd be happy as well.

The man we arrested was responsible
for the deaths of some of your friends.

Was he not?

You brought down one chink
and you want a fucking parade?

- You got twenty-five thousand to go.
- These things take time.

My men don't have time.
They need to be working.

Maybe it's time you reconsidered your
methods. They're obviously not working.

You've amassed a large enough base
to have real influence.

You've already forced the mayor
to come out in favor of the working man.

Arson and brute force
will only get you so far.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- I'm talking about votes, Mr. Leary.

The mayor needs them.

The president needs them. And you've
got 'em. Those are your votes to give.

I'm no fucking politician.

That's what the best ones always say.

God bless you all.
God bless San Francisco.

Ah Toy, I don't... Well...

- Where is this coming from?
- Too much risk. For you and me.

We had good business. Now we separate
before anything bad happen.

Well, what trust are you transferring
these titles to?

Not your concern.
Your concern is sign papers.

I can't do this. Well, not right now.
I have leveraged positions.

I've used some of the land as collateral
on other loans.

- Look, you need to give me more time.
- No more time.

Is this...
You know you can trust me, right?

I know.

Do you know?

Yeah, I'll get on to this right away.

Okay. It'll be done
by the end of the week.

I made you good profit.
No reason we don't part with good terms.

Yes, of course. We had a good run.

Please feel free to contact me
if you ever need anything else, okay?

Thank you.

Yeah!

- I wasn't sure you'd come back.
- I wasn't sure myself.

I'm not sure about much these days.

So, why did you?

I don't know.
I guess I couldn't stay away.

My sister.

I've never seen her so defeated.
And it's my fault.

Well, don't take all the credit.

You said yourself that place was not
really what she wanted for her life.

So, now she's free of it.

We all have regrets.
But what's done is done.

Do you? Have regrets?

Why do you think I drink?

Well, don't you ever get tired of it?

All the violence?

Things need doin', and I'm the guy
that can get them done.

I can't wait around
hoping someone else will.

Well, it's funny.

Today someone told me I could maybe
have some political influence,

what with the workingmen behind me.

Can you see me shaking hands down
at City Hall?

You can swing the entire Irish vote.

They're right.
That gives you real political capital.

It's all dirty pool down there.

I don't trust those fuckers
as far as I can throw them.

You don't have to trust them
if you own them.

- You trying to civilize me?
- Never.

I just don't want to see anyone
else get hurt. Especially you.

What the hell did I ever do
to deserve you?

Looks like you pissed someone off.

Your face.

- Suits you.
- Occupational hazard.

What can I do for you?

Young Jun wants to order
a full set for the tong.

Hatchets and blades.

This is a lot of hardware.
Makes me think Young Jun's going to war.

Nah, he just wants to be ready.

So, Father Jun is out.

I honestly didn't think you'd
pull it off, not this fast anyway.

- I just backed Young Jun's move.
- Maybe. Maybe.

And maybe he needed someone like you in
his corner to even consider that move.

Either way, taking the seat
isn't the same as keeping it.

He'll keep it.
I'm sorry if that disappoints you.

No. No, I know there's no going back.

Believe me, Father Jun knows it, too.

He was here when Chinatown was nothing,

just a simple way station
for hungry Chinese laborers.

And now it's an entire city
within a city.

And still, it can change
in the blink of an eye.

Just look what happened to Zing.

- You have something to do with that?
- Me?

Maybe he was an occupational hazard.

My father used to say,
"If you wait by the river long enough,"

"the bodies of your enemies
will come floating by."

- No, I think that was Sun Tsu, actually.
- Well, he also said it. Look...

The bulls were satisfied taking down
Zing and a handful of his boys.

They decided the rest weren't a threat.
They're wrong.

The Fung Hai are leaderless right now,
but not for long.

Not if Mai Ling steps in to absorb them.

I'll discuss it with Young Jun.
I'm sure he'll appreciate it.

I'm sure he will, too.
But I'm telling you, not him. Get me?

No, I don't.

The only certainty in a place like this
is uncertainty.

I'm not betting against the Hop Wei,

but I wouldn't bet my fortunes
on them either.

And neither should you.

The ones who survive in this chaos

are the ones who operate
between the lines, in the shadows.

- Be careful, Chao.
- We're just talking here.

No. You're just talking. Again.

Look, I don't know what you think
you know about me...

I know you're a survivor. Like me.
And no stranger to the shadows.

I'm just saying, one day it might pay
to have a friend there.

In the shadows?

Give Young Jun my best. I am, as always,
at his service. And yours.

Look sharp, girls. We got a customer.

And you, missy...
I'm gonna get you nice and clean.

You're gonna like him.

Bitch!

A nice time for you tonight. Shut up.

Shut up!

The fuck's going on out there?

Lai! Just finish him.

- Jackson.
- Bill.

I thought you'd want to see this.

- Looks to me like death by sword.
- Jesus.

They just gave us the key to the fucking
city for catching a swordsman,

and now we gotta deal with this mess.

I understand the fucking
implications, Harrison.

- What do you think, Bill?
- I'm still thinking.

Anyone see anything?
Where are the girls?

- No one here but the stiffs.
- You think we got the wrong guy?

Of course not. Come on.
You've been working here too long

to think there's only one Chinaman
capable of this shit.

So, another swordsman, is that it?

I don't think
the press will see it that way.

Look, Bill. I can walk out,
and I can pretend I didn't see a thing.

And what would you be wanting
for taking that walk?

Well, you're a big deal now, Bill.

I figure your recommendation
for sergeant would go a long way.

You've got it. Go on.

Well? What are we waiting for?
Let's clean this mess up.

Where did you find it?

Buckley had a woman.

He went to war and apparently returned
to her a very different man.

They lasted a few years,
but in the end he left.

She's since gotten married,
had a few kids.

But she kept the photograph.
Took some doing getting it from her.

You understand
what you're looking at there?

I do.

So, you know what it's worth?

Get out!

- Mr. Merriweather!
- Mrs. Blake.

Your secretary told me
where I could find you.

I was sorry to hear about your factory.
It seems none of us are safe.

I know circumstances have changed a bit,
but I was wondering...

The deal you proposed,
is it still on the table?

- Forgive me, Father.
- "Bless me, Father."

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
It's been...

To tell the truth,
I've never been to confession.

- Now, how can that be?
- I was raised Methodist.

Lost sheep stray here all the time.

What burdens have you
brought us, my son?

I've been incautious

in how I've used money
others trusted me to invest.

Go on.

I have a partner
about to leave me badly exposed,

and, well, if that happens,
I'll be ruined.

I was told that you...

...you could be of some help
in these kinds of situations.

Indeed I can,
as an emissary of the Lord.

- So, what do I do?
- You make an offering.

That means cash.

God.

Ah Toy, you made it.
I was starting to get worried.

Long trip. Many girls.
We clean them up, let them rest.

- More come tomorrow.
- Oh, my God. How did you do it?

You have room, yes?

You're a remarkable woman,
you know that?

Nellie.

Lai, wait.

You're staying, too.

No more killing.

You can build a life here. A better one.

Lai, get down.

Come on.

I'm not asking.

If you stay with me,
you start seeing Johns tonight.

You want to be a whore?
Is that what you want?

I know better than most nothing can
make up for the loss of a loved one.

But I hope it's some small consolation
that I could bring this back to you.

I couldn't believe it
when Officer O'Hara said

he'd found it on that Chinaman.

- It was quite a lucky break.
- I had no idea it was even missing.

I've barely stepped foot
in Victor's study since that night.

- I understand.
- It's enough of a violation

that one of those animals
was in our home.

I told Officer O'Hara as much last week.

But knowing that they had something
so personal of Victor's,

something I had given him
for our anniversary...

I'm... I'm sorry, ma'am. You...

You told Officer O'Hara?

- Yes.
- I'm confused.

- He came to see you? Last week, you say?
- Well, yes.

He said there'd been a possible break
in the case.

He asked if he could have a look around.

- We're closing up.
- I don't want any meat.

Well, then you've come
to the wrong place.

Father Herlihy sent me.

And how is the good father these days?

He sends his best.

Well, any friend of the father's
is a friend of ours.

I guess you're not angry at me anymore.

I am.

Mai Ling...

No one can do what I can do.
For this tong.

Or for you.

- What are you doing?
- Let go.

- Mai Ling.
- Let go.

Trust me. Or don't.

Choose, right now.

You'll see.
Prosperity will set all things right.

Of course, there will be some pain
in the beginning.

We'll have to pinch some pennies.

But it's time we put our own men
back to work again.

And how exactly are we supposed
to pay the salaries

that those men will be asking for?

I'm sure you'll manage it, Lymon.

Surely even you can see the value
of employing your fellow Americans.

You live in a political fantasy.
I live in the reality of numbers.

This country's been teetering ever since
the panic of seventy-three.

And now, just as we start seeing light
at the end of the tunnel,

you want to turn it off.

A bit dramatic, don't you think?

The difference in payroll
won't break you.

We all know you can afford it, Lymon.

Listen to you go on,

as if you don't already know
your own wife's company

is gonna be forging steel
for my buildings.

- I'm sorry, what did you say?
- Using Chinese labor.

I reckon the economics
are a bit different

when you share a bed with the Mayor.

Don't be ridiculous.
There will be no favors.

Everyone will be held
to the same standard.

I don't care which side of your mouth
you're using out there on the street,

making political promises
to the working men and such.

But in here,
let's all understand each other.

Chinese labor is the only thing
that keeps this city afloat.

And any mayor who doesn't grasp that
is gonna be out of a job.

Well, Lymon,

as always, I appreciate your counsel,
misguided though it may be.

If you think I'm misguided, Samuel,
go home and seek counsel from your wife.

Perhaps she should be the one
running the city.

Another one, sir?

That's as far as I go.

You think you'll ever walk me
all the way home?

You can't take the whole world on
at once, Sophie.

Really? Coming from you?

I'll see you when I see you.

Oh, God.

Well...

...say something.

- Get out.
- No. We should talk about this.

Pack your things
and get out of my house. Now!

You mean get out
of his house, don't you?

- And there she is.
- Samuel. You surprised me.

- Not as much as you surprised me.
- What?

Did you really think I wouldn't find out
about your deal with Merriweather?

I can't do this right now.

He and his friends had a good laugh
telling me all about it.

You pulled your orders. I had to make
another deal to save my company.

I've been living on a knife's edge
for the past six months,

and all you care about is a company
that should've died with your father.

You're drunk. I'm going to bed.
You can sleep it off down here.

You have no idea what you're doing.

You're gonna piss away my career
and our future.

Over a second-rate foundry,
just to prove some damn point?

What are you talking about?

Crestwood offers a direct line
to the presidency.

He could send me right
into the governorship.

- And from there, who knows?
- Governor?

- You never told me anything about this.
- Why should I?

When you spend your every
waking moment trying to undermine me.

- Samuel, listen.
- If it weren't for me,

you and your sisters would be
begging in the streets.

So, you're gonna call off your deal
with Merriweather

and sell him the damn company.
At a loss, if you have to.

I'd be playing right into his hands.
That's exactly what he wants.

That's exactly what I want!

I am through indulging
this misguided fantasy of yours!

Then divorce me.

- What?
- Divorce me.

It'll solve both our problems.

Penny, dear.

Oh, God. I'm sorry. I'm drunk.

Penny! Penny! Christ!

- Why are you doing this to me?
- Get off me!

- Why, goddammit?
- Get off me!

Jesus Christ!

- Get off, you bastard!
- Sophie!

- Sophie!
- Get off me!

Oh, my God!

Sophie!

No! Sophie!

Why are you doing this to me, Penny?

Why in God's name
are you making me do this, Penny?

Why are you doing this?

Why are you doing this? Why?

Why? Why?

Why?