All language subtitles for Warrior.S03E07.1080p.WEB_.H264

Hurry. Get him inside.

- Come on. Get
him. Come on. Here.

Where's my healer?

Here.

- Put him on the table.
- Go, go, go. Come on.

Ah, it's over here.

Step back. Step back.

Okay. It's okay.

- It's okay, Dad.
We're home, we're home.

You're home. You're home.

Give me something for the pain.

Hold still.

- Second, for him.
- Here, this. Here you go.

- Okay, okay.
- Okay.

That's it, that's it.
That's it, that's it.

Relax. Easy.

Okay, there you go.

Relax.

He's strong.

He'll pull through.

I wanna be alone with him.

Sure.

- He was really
something out there.

- Garrett, potatoes
are over there.

Get them. I'll get these.

Oh, quit fucking around.

Hey!

Stop!

Don't fucking move.

- You boys are a
bit far from home.

What's in the bag, boys?

Fuck.

Hope I'm not intruding.

- Bill, not at all. You're
a few minutes early.

That's a good
habit to cultivate.

Well, we're gonna
have to do something

about those clothes, though.

Is there a problem?

- Well, you start chucking
concrete in those shoes,

you'll find out quick.

Probably split a seam
in those trousers too.

What size do you wear?

10 and 1/2.

Hmm.

Now, these might
be a little tight.

Give them a try.

- I was under the impression

I was gonna be
working on the books.

- Well, I'm sorry if
I wasn't clear, Bill.

You'll have to start at the
bottom like everyone else.

It's a matter of perception.

Perception.

- If my men were to see
me give a family member

an unfair advantage, they
lose all respect for me.

Of course.

- Little early
for you, isn't it?

I, uh, need your help.

My boys got arrested last night.

They got themselves
into a bit of trouble

with a chink grocer.

In Chinatown.

Jesus.

- Look, I'll be the first to
admit my boys aren't perfect,

but they're just trying
to feed themselves.

- That's why I gave
them a fucking job.

You're right. They fucked up.

But...

they don't belong behind bars.

I'll see what I can do.

Fuck.

Come here!

Come back here,
you fucking whore!

Come here!

Ming Yu.

Long time.

- Word is you brought my
whores back from the sticks.

I came to get them.

I know.

Your girls seem
pretty happy here.

- That white bitch brought
the bulls to my place

and stole my property.

I'm reclaiming what's mine.

- You sure you wanna
whine about your property

while trespassing on mine?

This is Hop Wei territory.

Funny.

They're not here now.

Get him out of here.

- I didn't realize you
two knew each other.

- We appreciate you taking
the time to meet us.

I know you're a busy man
what with campaigning,

running the city.

- Which is why I'm confident
you'll get right to the point.

- We'd like to make
things easier for you.

- Grease the wheels, as it were.
- Mm-hmm.

I'd gladly welcome a
donation to my campaign fund.

Fucking hell.

- You like your
conversation fast and blunt,

Mr. Buckley, so I'll be both.

No amount of money will give you

what you need to win this race.

And what's that?

- Charm, grace,
personality, the, uh,

the charisma to win
the hearts and minds

of the people, something
Mr. Thayer has in spades.

- Mm-hmm.

I see.

I appreciate your perspective,
but if you'll excuse me...

- Please sit down, Mr. Buckley.
You're gonna wanna hear this.

I've spoken to Mr. Thayer,
and it seems that

despite his vision for
the future of this city,

he's having second thoughts.

Second thoughts?

That's right.

Some folks just don't have
the stomach for politics.

Well, it's not for everyone.

No, it is not.

- I don't like
owing people favors.

- Then maybe you don't have
the stomach for it, either.

It's very simple, Mr. Buckley.

Mr. Leary and I can hand you
the race right here, right now,

and in exchange, you
are going to make sure

that our interests
are looked after.

Am I clear?

Looks like we're bringing out

the expensive shit tonight, huh?

Wanna offer me some?

- You know where
the glasses are.

Oh, Abigail.

Don't moan so much.

Getting mixed up with that cop
was only gonna end one way.

Which way is that?

The bad way.

Comes a time when every man's
gotta answer for his shit.

Simple as that.

- I reckon that
goes for you too.

You lied to me.

- I was trying to
look out for you.

You fuckers should have
stayed where I sent you.

We like here better.

- Not too sure
about you, though.

Yeah?

What the fuck are you
gonna do about it, cop?

Huh?

He's not gonna do anything.

The deal was done.

All we have to do was
ride out of there.

It was just a kid.

You had to do something.

- You know, I don't think
Young Jun sees it that way.

Not with Father
Jun getting shot.

I feel like every time I
try to do the right thing,

I just fuck things
up even worse.

- Maybe that's
because you haven't

decided which side you're on.

In the riot...

You weren't fighting
for Hop Wei or Long Zii.

You were fighting
for what was right.

Hey, that means something.

- I was just trying
to stay alive.

Like everyone else.

- But you're not
like everyone else.

You're not.

You...

You are so much more
than what Young Jun

or your sister wants you to be.

You have to know that.

Hey.

I'm gonna show you something.

We can't just wait around
for things to change.

When my father dies

and my brother takes
over the shop, then what?

So I'll do Young Jun's
dirty work for now

if that's what it takes,

but I need to look
after my own future.

You've been stealing from us.

- I'm just printing
a few extras.

No one's gonna know.

- If Young Jun finds out...

He's not.

- I won't be able
to protect you.

He won't unless you tell him.

This money buys me a future,

or at least a chance at one.

I can get on a train.
I can go somewhere far.

I can start over.

- You have to promise
me not to take any more.

Okay?

Okay.

- You're a soldier.
Listen to me.

- You are the tong.
- Dad, what are you doing?

This is what we do.

- You should be in bed.
- This is what we do.

We can't take
their navy head on.

They've got too many ships.

What are you talking about?

What am I talking about?

Those fucking cannons!

They'll blow our men to pieces!

Dad, Dad, Dad, easy, easy.

- We need to attack at night.
- Easy, easy.

You're bleeding
through your bandages.

Come on.

There's too many of them.

It's gonna be okay.

Just rest.

- Too many. Just...

It's just too many.

It's just too many.

The fuck is this?

Where's Bill?

- My guess is, he's sleeping
off a raging hangover.

He fucking quit.

Get the fuck out of here.

What happened?

- You'll have to ask the
new chief about that.

Chief Atwood.

Do you have an appointment?

I'm Dylan Leary.

- We haven't met yet...
- I know who you are.

If there's something
you wanna discuss,

come back when you
have an appointment.

- Look, I've always
had a good relationship

with the boys in blue,

a relationship that
works for both sides.

There's a couple of boys
in your holding cell

who got drunk and
did something stupid.

I know these lads,

and they were only trying
to feed their families.

If you'd see fit to
cut 'em a little slack,

I'll make sure it
doesn't happen again.

- I went through hard
times as a young man too.

But I never broke the law.

- They robbed a
fucking Chinaman.

They're not criminals.

Let's take a look.

Conor and Garrett Donahue.

Breaking and entering, larceny.

Let's add assaulting an
officer while we're at it.

I'm in the business
of law and order.

My predecessor might
have turned a blind eye

to drunken thuggery,
but it's a new day.

- You're sure this is
how you wanna play this?

I'm dead fucking certain.

You're not Irish, are you?

No.

I'm an American.

Well, no one's perfect.

Fuck's sake.

Leave the door open.

How's it going out there, Bill?

Eh, no complaints.

- Actually, there
have been a few.

The foreman says you're
lagging behind the others.

- Well, I'm still
learning the ropes.

- Patrick and Dylan are
lapping you out there,

and those boys
aren't much smarter

than the rocks they're hauling.

They're also half my age.

- Well, I hope you don't
think this kind of work

is beneath you.

I'll do better tomorrow.

That's the spirit, Bill.

- You know, this
doesn't get easier.

Just keep practicing.

Um.

- Hi.
- Hi. Uh...

Hello.

Would you, uh, mind
giving us a moment?

Of course.

I will wait right
outside.

Excellent manners.

Not really your type.

Not really your business.

Fair enough.

I don't know if
you heard, but, um,

Li Yong and I are engaged.

I did.

Well...

congratulations.

Thank you.

I'd like you to
be at the wedding.

- Uh, because we're
in business together?

Because you're my brother.

Okay.

Good.

Mm-kay.

Oh, um,

bring your friend too.

Oh, you smell that?

- Mr. Wu?
- Yes, sir.

Bag of chestnuts.

Here you go.

Thanks.

You have to try these.

- He roasts them with sugar.
- Hmm.

Well, do I just, um...

You have to... here. You
have to peel it like this.

Who says chivalry is dead?

Wow, that is good.

Mm.

- So I'm thinking about staying

in San Francisco
a little longer.

I've been offered a residency.

It's only a few weeks, but...

Well.

You're gonna stick
around, you better learn.

Oh.

Come back here.

You can't leave me like that.

Son of a bitch.

- Ethan won't stop
going on about trains.

Horace promised him a trip
when the weather turns.

- That's mighty generous of him.

You must be sore.

- I'm working in a few
new muscles is all.

So it's going all right then?

- Foreman says I'm making
the other fellas look bad.

Most of them are half my age.

- Well, I'm sure
Horace will have you

working the books in no time.

I talked to Maggie about
moving things along.

In the meantime,
what am I gonna do

about having this big,
strong man in the house?

- I'm hoping you'll
get used to it.

Don't stay in here all night.

Fucking hell.

The fuck? Crazy chink.

- I wondered where
you made off to.

You gonna tell me what
happened out there?

Someday.

Right now, I'd rather
think about the future.

- This future you're so sweet on

isn't gonna be any easier.

Inside these four walls,
we're good, but outside...

Yeah, yeah.

- I never told you
how my husband died.

- You don't have to.
- No.

You need to understand.

Happy Jack's always been
a self-serving asshole,

but his brother
Wesley was a good man.

He had a job down at the docks.

It didn't pay much,
but it was honest work.

And that's what mattered to him.

One night, he was walking home
and ran into some white boys

out looking for trouble.

It was four against one.

And both sides were bloodied
up by the time the cops came.

Wes tried to tell
them what happened.

They saw the color of
his skin and decided

he was in the wrong.

When the cops tried to
cuff him and he resisted...

They shot him.

Being good didn't get my
husband anywhere but dead.

So when Happy Jack asked me
to work for him, I said yes.

Fact is, you gotta be crooked

to get along in a crooked world.

- You regret what
we did to Jack?

God, no.

Wes didn't get enough
time on this green Earth.

Way I see it, Happy Jack
got more than his share.

There she is.

Another day, another dollar.

Young Jun.

What's going on?

- We need to ramp up production.

Splitting our take with
the Long Zii's killing us.

- There's only so much
I can do by myself.

Yeah, I figured.

I want you to train
my men on the press.

Teach them everything you know.

- Printing like this
is a delicate process.

Not everyone can do it.

And even if they are capable,

it's gonna be months
before they make anything

that you could actually use.

- Then I guess you
better get started.

Hey, don't take it personally.
It's just business.

I mean, what if something
were to happen to you?

I'd lose the only set of hands
capable of making my chop.

Well, look at that.

A dead man pouring drinks.

I asked you to contact
me if you heard from him.

- Lucky for me, I
don't work for you.

- That one's a
spitfire, isn't she?

- Someone sure cleaned
your plow good.

What, this?

Oh, I've had worse.

You're starting to make a habit

out of handing in
badges, aren't you?

What happened to you?

- Uh, my family won't be
coming after me anymore,

which means I no longer need
the service's protection,

not that it did me
much good anyway.

- Funny, I didn't peg your
kin as the forgiving type.

Must be mighty persuasive.

- You take care of
yourself, Agent Moseley.

- I've grown to
like you, Mr. Lee,

in my way, which is why I'm
gonna do you the courtesy

of speaking straight.

I just took a bullet for you

and nearly gave up the
goddamn ghost in the process.

Now, someone's
gonna pay for that.

It's not my fight anymore.

I disagree.

As does the federal government.

Now, family matters aside,
you still have a murder charge

to contend with, and
that doesn't go away

until I say it does,
which I will do

as soon as those
plates are in my hands.

Why, we're past sticks
and carrots, aren't we?

- Ming Yu, Ah Toy has
come here at my request

as a demonstration
of her respect

and her desire to
resolve the issue.

- I don't give a shit
about her respect.

I want my whores back.

I didn't steal the girls.

I gave them a place to stay.

They don't belong to anyone.

- No one is buying into
your high and mighty act.

You make your money
selling pussy, same as me.

Ah Toy.

I'm not gonna ask you
to hand over the girls,

but Ming Yu's business
is under my protection.

To that end, I would
like to see him

compensated for his loss.

This is an insult.

My girls make more
than this in a month.

- Oh, there would
have been more,

but you owe me a new table.

- You think you can
fuck with me like this?

Ming Yu, sit down.

Sit down.

You lost your girls to
the bulls, not to Ah Toy.

By right, she owes you nothing,

and she's offering you
more than you deserve.

Now, take it and
stop wasting my time.

Good.

Li Yong will walk you out.

Well, the last time I saw
you, you were lying in bed,

bleeding to death.

- And the Irish were tearing
our streets to pieces.

One of these days, we must meet
under friendlier circumstances.

- I don't know if you've
heard, but I'm getting married.

I did.

Congratulations.

Consider yourself invited.

Friendlier circumstances, right?

I'm honored. Thank you.

Your new place is very Chinese.

You don't like it?

It's beautiful.

But?

You can speak freely to me.

It's very traditional,

like the version of
us the ducks expect.

Their ideas, not yours.

Our future here must
be as Americans,

not as an exotic
cultural curiosity.

- It was a strategy,
a way to lure them in.

But perhaps that was a mistake.

- The only mistake was
assuming that appealing to them

would change how they treat us.

We belong here, Mai Ling,

even if the ducks
don't know it yet.

Hey, Where's Father Jun?

He went out.

- The fuck you mean he went out?

Why didn't you stop him?

He's Father Jun.

You fucking moron.

Father Jun, find him.

You two, that way.
You two, with me.

Yes, sir.

- What the fuck
is all this then?

- I got jumped by a mob of
chinks outside the Pearl.

There must have been a
dozen of the fuckers.

- If they attack him there,
they'll attack us anywhere.

- Hold on,
everyone. Calm down.

- Fuck that!
- Yeah!

- I say we show these slants
who they're messing with.

I said hold the fuck on!

You trying to
start another riot?

- They are the ones
that started it.

All: Yeah!

We lost good men that day.

Sons, brothers, friends.

What did all that
loss accomplish?

Not a goddamn thing.

- Just seems like
you've given up.

Given up?

We are weeks away
from having a mayor

who's gonna ban Chinese
labor once and for all.

Hundreds of jobs are
about to come our way.

And who did that?

Was it you?

Going whoring and
getting your ass kicked?

Was it any of yous?

I am the only one
looking out for you lot.

Day after day, defending
you against men

who see you as
thugs and hooligans.

No better than the chinks,
just more expensive.

You wanna go out and
prove them right?

Because I can tell you, no
one's gonna hire you then.

And tomorrow morning,
when the whiskey clears,

you'll either be sleeping
it off in a cell,

or right back here
bitching and moaning

how your families
are going hungry.

And this time I'll have to tell
you you're shit out of luck.

You lot stay the fuck put.

I'll handle the Chinese.

Fucking hell.

You don't move unless I say.

What the fuck are
you doing here?

Relax.

I'm not here for a fight.

Do I look worried?

- A few of your boys
attacked an Irishman

minding his own
business last night.

Beat him pretty badly.

Shit happens.

Yeah.

Well, I'm trying to stop
that shit from turning

into a full-blown riot.

Figure you hand over those
boys, we'll call it even.

Sure.

As soon as you give us the men
who robbed one of our grocers.

- Those lads are
already locked up.

Sounds like a no deal then.

My people are out for blood.

So what are they waiting for?

- We both know what'll
happen if I let them go.

- Since when do you care
what happens in Chinatown?

I don't.

I care about what
happens to my people.

Your men crossed a line.

- Kind of like you're
doing right now.

- I'm just delivering a message.

Keep the Chinese out of
our fucking neighborhood.

I got some bad news for you.

I don't control Chinatown.

- There's a 10-foot
fucking portrait

on the wall says otherwise.

I'll keep my boys in
if you keep yours out.

And maybe between the two of us,

we keep a bunch of people
from ending up dead.

I'll do what I can.

- You know, the politicians
would love nothing more

than for us to kill each other.

- Then who would
build their cities?

Mm.

There's always another
group of desperate folks

willing to do their dirty work.

It's funny.

I've never been to
Chinatown before.

Don't make a habit of it.

Don't give me a reason to.

What do you wanna do?

Put out the word.

Anyone who goes into
the pond answers to me.

Long Zii, you son of a bitch!

Come out and face me like a man!

Come on.

Come on, Long Zii.

Yeah?

You sent these
hatchets to fight me?

I'll dice every one of you fucks

and still have enough
for that dog cunt!

Coward.

You like that?

Show me what you got.

- Crazy old fool.
- Come on.

This dog here.

- Fucking onion. Come on.

Show me what something.
Show me what you got.

What? What, you
afraid? Come on.

What is it, huh? Come on.

- It's the best you got?
- Get inside, all of you.

Where the fuck is Long Zii?

I've looked everywhere.

- No one's seen him.
- He'll be back, brother.

He's probably just blowing some
chop at the fan tan tables.

What the fuck?

Dad, are you okay?

Are you okay?

- I don't know what...

It's... I don't know.

What's going... what...

He got lost, but he's fine.

- Dad. Hold...

- What... no.

Please, I don't know what's...
I don't know what's...

It's okay.

You're home.

- This is your home.
- Home?

Yeah. It's okay.

Home. Home.

Yeah.

Come on, Dad.

Let's go inside.

Come on, Father Jun.

You.

You have any idea what you did?

- I don't know what
you're talking about.

You play stupid, you get hit.

Your idiot friends here
been bragging all over town.

- I just did what
you would have done.

No, I'm not that stupid.

We're this close to all hell
breaking loose 'cause of you.

You want another riot here?

If that's what it takes.

- Maybe you don't remember
'cause you were hiding

with your daddy the whole
time, but people died,

a lot of them.

Now the ducks are looking
for any reason to kill us,

and you just gave them one.

If they come back,

that blood will
be on your hands.

You tell your friends
anyone else gets itchy,

I will fucking hear about it.

You get me?

- Mm-hmm.

Good.

Now go home.

Go. Go.

Show's over.

- Sending away customers
isn't great for business.

I know.

Sorry about that.

What'd he do?

Something stupid.

Now the Irish are
ready to come in here

and tear things up again.

Kind of inevitable, isn't it?

- Someday, maybe,
but not tonight.

Didn't you throw some
onion over the banister

the other day?

- Technically, Lai
kicked him over.

Oh.

It's usually my job.

- Yeah, but from what I hear,
you've got your own problems.

So, you going to
Mai Ling's wedding?

Yeah.

How about you?

- I have been saving a dress
for a special occasion.

Another one?

Of course you have.

Mr. Strickland.

- You must be quite
happy with yourself.

You got what you wanted. I'm
dropping out of the race.

Well, that's a shame.

You seem to have a real
knack for campaigning.

- I was certainly thrashing you.

It's ironic, actually,
how despite everything,

you're still the one
who warrants pity.

I have a family I love,
things I believe in.

What do you have?

Not even a friend to share
a celebratory drink with,

because everybody
knows what kind of man

you really are.

- Unlike you, a
soft, entitled man

of middling charm who
inherited his wealth,

yet clings to the notion that
he accomplished something

beyond an accident of birth.

You never fought for a
single thing in your life,

and that's why men
like you will always

be undone by men like me.

- Listen to me, Walter...
- This conversation's over.

I suggest you go home
and spend some time

with that lovely
family of yours.

- I hear congratulations
are in order, Mr. Mayor.

Winning suits you, Walter.

Yes, it does.

You good, boss?

Not really, Hong.

I mean, my father's
losing his fucking mind

because my best friend
had to play hero.

And now we're shoveling
shit for his sister.

Are you sensing a pattern here?

- The last thing he wanted was
to make a deal with Mai Ling.

He did it to help you.

- I suppose he's fucking
that printer girl

to help me, too, right?

We're supposed to be brothers,

and now I gotta find
out what he's been up to

from Mai Ling?

It's fucking bullshit!

We've let too many goddamn
fucking outsiders in.

The Hop Wei has to come first.

But Ah Sahm, I'm not
sure he believes that.

- If we can get rich
without dicing each other,

maybe this partnership
isn't so bad.

- Sometimes I forget just
how fresh you are, man.

Peace never lasts.

And when this deal
with Mai Ling blows up,

I'm gonna need soldiers
who are loyal to me.

And when it comes to Ah Sahm...

- He'd dice or
die for you, boss.

I'm not sure about that.

King of the king.