All language subtitles for WARRIOR S304-ENGCP

Fires are mostly out.

There's nothing left to salvage.

I'll take a wagon into town,
get some supplies.

No.

We go.

Back to Chinatown.

What are you talking about?

We no belong here.

I promise you, Strickland
will not get away with this.

He already did.

No, Ah Toy, wait.

You cannot take these girls
back to the brothel.

We worked so hard
to get them out of that life.

You no protect them.

You no protect them here.

In Chinatown, I can.

They were happy here.

Happy mean nothing if you dead.

You have a cop problem.

Bad enough
you have one living in here.

Now there's another outside.

Multiplying like fucking rabbits.

The Secret Service
isn't interested in us.

A badge is a badge.

Look, I don't like it either, but...

- Everything all right?
- Yeah.

Jack and I were just catching up.

I gotta restock the bar.

You good?

Hey, cop.

Let me ask you something.

You really care about her?

I do.

Not that it's any of your business.

You are standing in my business.

You and that smiley fuck outside.

Now, if you care about her
like you say you do

you will take that piece of tin

and your lily-white ass
and get back where you belong.

And where is that?

Anywhere but here.

You take longer to put on your face
than my third ex-wife.

What's our next move?

Well, most counterfeiters

the ones that aren't outright idiots,
spend small at first.

Check to see
if their bills pass muster

before they make any big moves.

So, we sweep Chinatown

check for any phony papers
in the local shops.

By the way, let's meet
at the station from here on out.

Sure.

Though I will sorely miss
your neighborhood's charming aroma.

Well, thank God you came by.

Otherwise Bernard
would still be going on

about that new horse of his.

If you saw Apollo,
you'd understand my enthusiasm.

His sire set a record
at the Preakness back in '76.

You see what I'm dealing with?

Darling, you're going
to bore Mai Ling to tears.

Actually, I'm quite fond of horses.

My father used to take me
to the Mongolian horse markets

when I was a girl.

God, they had these
gorgeous white stallions.

I made him promise
to buy me one someday.

Connoisseur and a businesswoman.

You are full of surprises.

Well, then I hope
you'll forgive my boldness.

But well, I was wondering
if you'd given any thought

to our conversation at the gallery.

Actually, I have.

I'll admit, diversifying your assets

outside of Chinatown will be tricky,
but it can be done.

There's no reason
why you shouldn't be able

to conduct business
like other Americans.

I agree.

The rules barring Chinese ownership

are nothing but rank
political posturing.

If only more people here
shared your sentiments.

Bernard will find a way.

He's brilliant at that sort of thing.

If I were to hold your money

in a proprietary account at the bank
as part of my personal portfolio

I could gradually take positions
for you across various industries.

With your approval, of course.

And what kind of industries
are we talking about?

Railroads, construction, agriculture.

The possibilities are countless.

Assuming you've got
the stomach for some risk.

I think you'll find
I've got the stomach for it.

When can we start?

Okay, you feel that
when the rhythm changes?

That's when you go harder, okay?

Oh, God, I'm not going to be able
to get this right.

You know, you spin those sticks
around your head

with absolute precision,
but ask a man to turn a crank.

So, your father taught you this?

He didn't teach me anything.
Not while there was a son to teach.

I taught myself, watched him work.

I practiced on the press at night
after we closed shop

and it's a good thing I did

'cause my brother turned out
to be an idiot.

And if I hadn't stepped in,
we would have lost the shop...

which he's gonna inherit anyway.

So, why learn then?

A Chinese woman in America
without a skill

is either gonna be a prostitute

or ends up being labeled one
and deported.

You ever think about going back?

To China?

No.

Why, do you?

Not anymore.

You know, my father isn't perfect...

but he sacrificed everything
to bring us here to America.

And in spite of how awful it's been

I still really think
it's the land of opportunity.

People like us just need to try

a little bit harder to find it,
that's all.

I guess San Francisco has its charms.

Aside from all the people
who want us dead.

Oh, I don't plan
on staying here forever.

My father's sick,
and when he's gone.

There isn't gonna be anything left
keeping me here.

So, no China.

No Chinatown.

Where will you go?

Maybe north, I think.

I hear there's a lot
of open spaces out there.

Maybe I'll find something I like.

Make something of my own.

With this, I have to confiscate it.

(Cantonese)
Cheers. I'm sorry. Thank you.

It's official.
I will not be eating in Chinatown.

Those are actually pretty good.

Any luck with him?

He only had one ten in the till,
came back queer.

Wasn't too pleased
about parting with it, neither.

No, I imagine he wasn't.

I figure we split up, work the rest
of this block, then expand our grid.

A pattern'll emerge.

You can hang your hat on that.

I can see why the other cops
didn't like you.

You actually work for a living.

I saw an interesting article
in the Register today...

about Thayer's brother-in-law
being an opium addict.

I suppose every family
has their skeletons.

If you know where to dig.

You know, Miss Archer

it's surprising to find a woman
of your intelligence

and background who isn't married.

You're wondering what skeletons
might be lurking in my closet.

- Is that it?
- No, of course not.

I meant no offense.

Relax, Mr. Buckley.

My skin is thicker than it looks.

Of course, my family expected me
to be married-up years ago

but I was more interested
in traveling the world

than being tied down.

And now?

I would think a woman like you
would have her pick of suitors.

And you would be wrong.

I'm suddenly a woman
of a certain age

and as such, I am expected to
entertain a parade of sad widowers

fading bachelors,
and pitiful eccentrics.

The price I paid for my independence.
And well worth it.

I cherish my freedom.

Which is why it takes
a special kind of man

to make an impression on me.

Oh, dear, have I stunned you
into silence, Mr. Buckley?

Call me Walter.

Walter.

Don't mind the looky-loos.

Seeing you out with a woman
is good for your campaign.

Perhaps.

But I wonder
what you will think of me

if I lose the election.

I would think no less of you.

But I'm not gonna let you lose.

I heard about Sonoma.

I'll go after them.

It's too late for that.

What are you talking about, Ah Toy?
Come on, talk to me.

I have a business to run.

Wait.

I'm fine.

Ah Toy!

Maybe take a few days.

Let Chao handle things
until you're feeling up to it.

Do you have any idea

how long it took
to put this dress on?

Hey!

Cheers.

Cheers, good to see you.

Did we take a wrong turn somewhere?

Trust me. We're exactly
where we're meant to be.

What the fuck is this place?

It's a private club.

For people who share
a certain joie de vivre.

A place without boundaries,
where everyone is welcome.

Oh, Monsieur Marcel, welcome back.

Would you prefer the blue
or the green?

Oh, excellent choice.

Enjoy your evening, gentlemen.

That was disgusting.

I promise you're gonna love it
when it kicks in.

Come on.

Hey, there's more.

I think I'm gonna like it here.

Yuxian.

- Sorry.
- Watch the suit, ya clumsy bitch.

Well, you can make it up to me.

Come on. Let's have some fun.

- Hey! Stop!
- Come on. Let's go upstairs.

Let go. Stop it.

Lai.

Go upstairs.

Now.

Sergeant O'Hara.

Everything all right?
Things seem a little tense in here.

Was just small disagreement.

I take care of it.

For last week, extra.
When I not in town.

You may wish you hadn't come back.

The new police chief
is coming down hard on Chinatown.

That what red envelope for.

I mean, you've always done right
by me, but things are changing.

I may not be able to keep trouble
from your door forever.

In Chinatown,
no one think about forever.

Only today, maybe tomorrow.

Thank you all for coming.

I've called this press conference
to address a salacious article

The Register saw fit
to publish about my family.

Specifically, my brother-in-law's
unfortunate opium habit.

First and foremost,
it's important to acknowledge

that this isn't news,
strictly speaking

but a hit piece, planted by
my opponent, without corroboration

in a desperate attempt
to bolster a faltering campaign.

- There is no reason...
- Do you deny the report, then?

No, I do not.

I'm only sorry
that Howard's private struggle

has been made public
because of my candidacy.

My brother-in-law

was wounded in battle
in the service of his country.

Like so many others

his pain did not end
when the fighting stopped.

And it is the intention of my family

to love and support him
however we can.

As with so many things,
compassion, not judgment

must be our guiding light.

(Cantonese)
Thank you.

You're unfocused today.

Too slow.

Sloppy.

So, you want to talk about it?

It's Mai Ling.

She's spending more
and more time in the pond.

You must have known her ambitions

would reach beyond
the confines of Chinatown.

This feels different.

Are you worried about her,
or the tong?

She isn't safe out there.

She won't let me protect her.

Mai Ling is very smart.

But sometimes, it's the smartest ones
who forget to be wise.

Good thing she has you to remind her.

Now...

we gonna fight or what?

Regardless, the State of California

is well within its rights
to assert eminent domain.

It has offered just compensation
to Miss Davenport

and has clearly demonstrated
its public use as a route...

A privately-owned
and managed railroad

does not constitute public use.

Might I remind the court that we have
proffered multiple witnesses

who will testify that Miss Davenport

was housing prostitutes
on her so-called vineyard.

That's outrageous, Judge Hopkins.

Miss Davenport has a long
and well-documented history

of liberating young women
from bondage.

- These girls were her employees.
- I've heard enough.

My ruling is
the state has just grounds

to exercise
its constitutional powers.

Eminent domain stands.

Wait. Your Honor, please.

You can't let him
get away with this! Wha...

- Charles, I don't understand.
- I did what I could.

No. Miss Davenport.

This isn't over.

I'm sorry, Nellie. I know you were
hoping for a different outcome.

If there's anything I can do...

I always knew you
were a shit, Douglas.

You just hid it better
than my husband.

But I didn't know you were a monster.

Please understand that all I want,
all I've ever wanted

was to see you taken care of.

- However I could.
- You just couldn't stand

not having something that you wanted

so you took it,
like a... like a petulant child!

I can see you're upset.

But I'm afraid I don't know
what you're talking about.

You killed them.

You murdered my girls. And for what?

For more money?
As if you didn't have enough.

You are sick, Douglas.

You are a twisted,
despicable creature!

No, this man...
this man is a murderer!

Bernard and his friends
are obsessed with the game.

Personally, I don't see
what's so thrilling

about knocking little balls around.

Well, there's a little bit more to it
than that, darling.

But admittedly, it is more fun
when there's money at stake.

But the real appeal is escaping
their nagging wives.

Oh, I seem to have run dry.

- I'll go get us a fresh bottle.
- That sounds delightful.

Oh, I meant to tell you.

I'm looking at providing
high-interest bridge loans

using the capital you provided.

They'll bring in a substantial return

but we have to move slowly,
to avoid any unwanted attention.

And your fee?

Well, given our personal relationship
I'll keep it modest. Say...

five percent?

Let's make it ten.

I intend for this to be a long
and fruitful arrangement

for the both of us.

You really are...

quite beautiful.

Wait, stop! What are you doing?

- You must have misunderstood.
- Oh, I'm sorry.

I hope I haven't spoiled things.

Not at all. We all make mistakes.

No need to let it affect
our partnership.

Oh, good. You're here.

Yeah, I think I've found something.

They say the state of a man's office
is a reflection of his state of mind.

The thing is, this is my office.

Okay. I've been through
every territory in Chinatown

testing bills.

And most of 'em came back clear
except for the ones in this pile.

And where'd you find them?

Well, I pulled a few off a highbinder
in a Hop Wei suit.

And a few more
in the shops here, here...

and here.

- All in Hop Wei territory.
- Yeah. It makes sense.

With the increased police presence
and enforcement

cash must be tight.

So, where are my plates?

My best guess?

Hop Wei Headquarters.

It's their most fortified spot.

And here I was wondering
what we were gonna do today.

Now, we're gonna need some backup.
I'll go tell Bill.

Well, I'll tell Atwood.
Why should you have all the fun?

- Make yourself useful.
- Okay.

You're pretty handy with that blade.

Care for a turn?

I prefer using my hands.

Speaking of hands...

I hear Mr. Pierce
has some new holes in his.

Well, the man insulted me
in me own bar.

Then I admire your restraint.

I took care of your problem,
Mr. Strickland.

But now I'm left with one of my own.

Pierce promised to hire
40 of my men.

Look, you want me to hire 40 Irishmen

I'll hire 40 Irishmen.

But you'll still be precisely
where you are right now

fighting to gain
every sad little inch.

I've got hungry men
banging down my door.

They'll take every inch they can get.

As long as you keep begging
wealthy men for scraps

that's all they'll receive.

You have things people want,
Mr. Leary.

Votes, workers, influence.

Yeah, so I'm told.

But it hasn't put my people
back to work.

Because Buckley
takes your votes for granted

Thayer supports Chinese labor.

Put it this way, you can't beat
this problem with your fists.

You can't outspend
the industrialists.

If you're telling me
the game's rigged

it's not fucking news.

How much do you think
this ring is worth?

No idea.

But based on the finger
that's wearing it, I'd say a lot.

I don't think it's worth $2.

But I value it
more than anything I own

because of who I took it from.

Money isn't everything, Mr. Leary.

Power comes to those
who are willing to seize it.

I don't know
what we're talking about here.

Talking about an alliance.

Work with me, and I'll show you
how you win this game.

And what do you get out of it?

I have big plans for California.

But I can't realize them
without government approval.

Without laws, workers.

You can help me get them.

How do you figure that?

The details can wait.

Come on. Let's have another drink.

Tomorrow you can tell
your workingmen

you did as you promised.

Forty jobs, right?

You devil, you.

Judge Milton Hopkins

Mr. Dylan Leary,
my guest of honor this evening.

Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Leary.

Who are they?

Do you really need to know
their names?

Stone.

Take three men, set up a perimeter
around the corner.

- Anderson, Cartwright...
- Yes, boss?

cut off passages to the west.

If you see any black suits
running, shoot to kill.

Yes, sir.

The rest of you gentlemen
are with me.

Right.

Now that is how you win.

Beautiful hand.
Not that chickenshit hand

that Hong keeps going winning with.

You know, we're letting you win,
right boss?

Letting me win?
Get the fuck out of here.

Hey, come on,
we'll be here all night. Let's go.

Up against the wall!

Secret Service. Nobody move!

All right. Line 'em up.

Let's go, boys!

Come over here.

Come on!

- I said move!
- You fuck.

Get over there.

You two take the hallway.
I'll have a gander upstairs.

So, this is the Hop Wei tong.

The most terrifying band
of highbinders in Chinatown.

They're certainly the best dressed.

You know what I see?

Fear.

Weakness.

Subhuman excrement wrapped in silk.

Gentlemen, show them
what we're about.

You really think these guys
are stupid enough

to print counterfeits
in their own back yard?

I reckon I won't know 'til I look.

Ready?

Fuck, no.

That look like a secret door to you?

Don't gloat. It doesn't suit you.

Looks like you wanna say
something, boy.

Go on, out with it.

(Cantonese) Fuck you!
Son of bastard! You damn cunt!

Sorry, I didn't catch that.

Fuck your mother's smelly pussy.

With stones like those...

I gather you're in charge.

So, you wanna be the big man, huh?

Now's your chance.

Do it, princess.

Come on. Make a fuckin' move.

There's nothing here.

I can see that, Bill.

They moved something.
Something heavy.

Well, someone must have
warned them we were coming.

Fuck.

San Francisco Police Department.

Get up against the wall.

- Come here.
- What?

Come here.

Okay, the bulls,
they've got us boxed in.

We can't go back.

Let's just leave it here.
They might not check the cart.

No. If they do, the tong is screwed.

I need to get these plates
out of here.

Look. Look at me. Hey!

This isn't your problem.
Just go home. They won't stop you.

Well, what are you gonna do?

- I'll figure something out.
- You can't! That is so stupid.

- Yeah.
- You need a plan.

I like to improvise.

Hey, take off your jacket.
They're looking for Hop Wei, right?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Hey, let's go.

This is not your house!

- Hey!
- Lee, no.

This is not your tong.

Chief, he's had enough.

You have nothing.

Chief...

- You are nothing...
- Chief, he's had enough!

Chief. He's done.

Don't you ever...

lay a finger on me again.

Arrest this man.

He assaulted an officer.

Shit. Hey.

- There's more cops to the right.
- Then go the other way.

- Excuse me!
- Shit.

You there!

Keep going. Don't look at them.

San Francisco Police.

I need to check that wagon!

- What do we do now?
- I'm working on it.

- You, stop!
- Turn left.

Shit...

Come on, boys.

It's a dead end. We can't get out.

Neither can they.

Wait, what?

Fuck is your problem, lady?

Didn't you hear us?

Where's the other one?
Your fucking friend.

Where is he?

This bitch doesn't understand
a word you're saying.

Talking slower ain't gonna make
a shit bit of difference.

There's only one language
these people understand.

Let's take a look.

What the fuck?

Stone! Harrison!

What the hell is going on?

Up you go, you piece of shit.

Get in there!

- Come on! Come on! Let's go!
- All right.

Let's move it out!

Chao tipped them off.

It's the only thing that makes sense.

You must have known he would.

I thought we'd be faster.

Your new boss is a real charmer.

He's a fucking lunatic,
is what he is.

You should've been chief, Bill.

Serves me right.

I should never have trusted
a snake like Buckley.

I knew better.

What about your case?

Hop Wei'll go underground now.

Back to square one.

Don't beat yourself up over this.

That round-headed cunt had us going
through the front door, guns blazing.

It was never gonna work.

Idiot.

- Jesus Christ.
- Bill...

Stone! What the hell happened?

We got jumped by a couple
of slants in an alley up the road.

- Hop Wei?
- Maybe.

He wasn't wearing a suit.

- He who? Give us something!
- Well, I don't fucking know.

He was fast though.

Cut through the five of us
like we were nothing.

He had a girl with him too.

They were hauling
something on a wagon.

You think you'd recognize them
if you saw 'em again?

I don't fucking know.

It was dark. They were chinks.

What the fuck you want from me?

Fuckin' hell.

Okay, I need you to watch over
the plates for a little while

till I figure out what to do.

You just beat up a bunch of cops.

- Yeah, well, they had it coming.
- And what?

Do you think that they're just
gonna forget about that?

- Okay.
- They saw our faces!

- I didn't have a choice.
- That is not true.

We could have run.
We could have done anything.

- And I hit a cop.
- Okay.

- And I have never done that before.
- Listen to me.

- Listen to me...
- You don't get it!

They could've killed us!

They didn't.
And they don't know anything.

- You don't know that.
- Yes, I do.

I didn't sign up for this.

- I know.
- This isn't what I wanted.

You okay?

Eliza.

Where are Franny and the others?

Is something wrong?

Is this the woman, Mrs. Pendleton?

Yes, Officer.

I don't understand. What's going on?

You're under arrest
for criminal solicitation.

What? Of who?

Eliza, what is this?

I saw you yesterday, with Bernard.

He told me everything.

He touched me.

I swear, I would
never do this to you.

Ma'am?

I took pity on you.

- I let you into my home.
- I didn't do anything.

We were discussing business,
and he just reached out, and...

Eliza, please!
You have to believe me.

I hope they send you back to China.

Eliza! Please!

- Eliza! Stop them!
- Come on.

Eliza!