All language subtitles for Warrior_S02E08_All Enemies, Foreign and Domestic.English (CC)

[engine revs]

This one guy I knew,
he's this gangster.

We called him
the Violin Man.

He was born
into nobility

and he played from
when he was, like,
two years old.

No one plays
a violin when they're
two years old.

Sure they do.

They don't make
violins that small.

To a baby like that,
it'd be like playing
a fucking cello.

Hey, two,
three, whatever.

The point is,

his family was
killed off in
the revolution

and he wound up
out on the streets.

Turned out
he could scrap like
a motherfucker.

He joined a tong.

After a while,
his hands got so fucked
up from the fights

he couldn't
play anymore,

so he pulled
the strings off
his violin--

His tiny violin.

No, he was
older now.

You guys are
fucking up my story.

Anyway, he
pulled the strings
off his violin

and he would
carry them with him.

And when
he'd kill people,

he would choke
them out with the
same violin strings

he used to play
fucking Mozart with,

hence the Violin Man.

How did we get
on this topic?

You asked him
why he fights
with that rope.

Oh, yeah.

What's the connection?

It's my
trademark, man.

The Violin Man
had his strings.
I have my chain.

Mm, nah.

-Did you play
Mozart on it?
-[Ah Sahm] Mm.

What?

No.

-Then I don't get it.
-Me either.

[both laugh]

Fuck you guys.

The Rope Man.
Come on.

That doesn't have
the same ring to it.

It's not a rope.
It's a chain.

Rope Man, you tell
any Fung Hai
still breathing

they work for us now.

I don't think anyone
is still breathing.

[spaghetti western
guitar chord]

That works, too.

[theme music playing]

[blade swishes]

[metal scraping]

[cannon fire
and men screaming]

Ready.

Nice and sharp.

[ominous music]

[man coughs]

[coughs and retches]

[patients groaning
and screaming]

There you go.

No! [grunts]
No, no!

You get the hell
away from me!

[grunts and strains]

[cacophony
echoes and distorts]

[muffled] Damn it,
someone get something
in his mouth!

[muffled] Please.
We're trying
to help you.

[muffled] Get off me!

Don't, don't, don't,
don't, don't, don't!

No, no!
[normally]
Don't take it!

Don't! Do--

Please don't.
Don't.

Don't take my leg.

Don't take my leg!

-Please!
-I'm sorry.

It-it's too far gone.

-No.
-[muffled] It'll be
over soon.

[muffled] No.

I promise.

[muffled scream]

-[blood splats]
-[screams]

[saw grinding]

[bone crunches]

[wails]

-[wet crunch]
-[grunts]

[pounding at door]

Mr. Buckley?

[pounding on
door continues]

Mr. Buckley, wake up!

Yes? What is it?

-The police are here.
-[scoffs]

[pants]

How long ago?

An hour, maybe two.

Neighbors
heard shouting.

They saw someone
running away
from the house.

Sent a footman
to the station.

Jesus.
What a mess.

-Has Mrs. Blake
made a statement?
-Not yet.

I thought it best
not to press her
until you arrived.

[soft dramatic music]

You did the
right thing.

Mrs. Blake,
are you hurt?

Can you tell me
what happened here?

Your husband
has been killed,
Mrs. Blake,

and you've clearly
been in a struggle.

I'm gonna need
you to speak.

Did you kill
your husband,
Mrs. Blake?

He was drunk.

He attacked me.

So you were
defending yourself.

He was strangling me.
I-I couldn't breathe.

The thing is,
Mrs. Blake,

your husband was
hit on the back of
the head with a poker

by the looks of it.

You couldn't have
hit him like that if
he was strangling you.

I don't know.

[sighs softly]

It all happened
so quickly.

[sighs]

Perhaps your sister
saw what was happening

-and came
to your aid.
-No.

She tried,
but he threw her
into a wall.

So if not her...

-It was Jacob.
-Sophie!

-What's this now?
-I'm not letting
you go to jail

for something
you didn't do.

She's confused.
She hit her head.

Samuel was
trying to kill her.

Jacob, he hit him,
but he was
defending her.

-That is not
what happened!
-Excuse me.

Mrs. Blake,
what are you doing?

Jacob's not
a murderer.

The mayor of
San Francisco

has been killed
in his own home.

Someone is
gonna be arrested
for murder.

Now, it can be you,

or it can be the
man who actually
killed him.

Or maybe
it wasn't him.

Maybe it was
your sister.

-No.
-Is he still in
the house?

Search the house
to be sure,

but I suspect we'll
need to track down
this Chinaman, Jacob.

Please. He was
just defending me.

Of course he was,

but fleeing the scene
isn't helping his case.

I think we should
leave Mrs. Blake and
Ms. Mercer to recover.

They've been through
a terrible ordeal.

I'll leave a man
on the door.

Chief Flannagan,
may I speak to you
for a moment?

-So what do you think?
-I think it's clear.

The mayor
was murdered
by a Chinaman.

You say it like that,

we'll have pandemonium
in the streets.

And that's why
we're gonna stay
ahead of it.

We're gonna
search every inch
of Chinatown.

Can we pull policemen
from other beats?

I suppose that's
up to you now.

You're the
acting mayor.

Yes, I suppose I am.

[dramatic music]

Every badge
you can muster,

first thing
in the morning.

I want a large
scale and very
visible manhunt

already underway
before we announce
the mayor's death.

-Do you understand?
-Do you want me
to put on a show?

A big one.

I want to keep
the city calm and
catch a murderer.

That'll take
some doing.

For one thing,
we don't know
what he looks like.

Just get it started.

It's important that
the people know
we're on top of things.

-Even when we aren't?
-Especially then.

I don't understand
why we don't just

burn this
fucking place
to the ground.

Send a message.

Our colors on the
Fung Hai headquarters
is the message--

one Mai Ling has to
live with every day.

The longer she
waits to retaliate,

the weaker she looks.

But she can't
retaliate because--

Because of
the Six Companies.
Blah, blah, blah.

-Either way,
she's fucked.
-[sighs]

It makes sense.

But I didn't ice out
the old man just
to wait around

for someone else
to make the first
fucking move.

This is the move.

Get me?

When did you
get so smart?

Oh, uh, I don't
like to show off.

Well, we both know
that's not true.

Okay, we'll try this.

See how she reacts.

But I'm not gonna
keep us in a
stalemate forever.

[Mai Ling]
I underestimated him.

You think this
was Ah Sahm?

Father Jun wouldn't
authorize a direct
attack right now.

They hit the Fung
Hai when they were
at their weakest.

This was strategic,

but it was
also personal.

He's provoking me,

daring me to
break the treaty.

I didn't think
they'd move so
quickly after Zing.

Because you
weren't looking at
the bigger picture.

-[sighs]
-So what do we do?

There are
other avenues,

people who
aren't the least
bit concerned

about our
little treaties.

The bigger picture.

[soft suspenseful
music]

Exactly.

[door opens]

What's this?

A celebration.

We took out
the Fung Hai

and fucked
the Long Zii hard

without breaking
the treaty.

[scoffs softly]

And how many of
your brothers did you
lose in the process?

At least I did
something.

You're right.
You did.

And I'm sure it was
a hell of a scrap.

But you've been
in charge for what,
two days?

And you're already
waging war.

-The Fung Hai
needed to go.
-Of course they did.

But maybe there
was a smarter
way to do it,

one that wouldn't
have cost you
good men.

You've always been
too impulsive.

I tried to teach
you patience.

Maybe that's something
that can't be taught.

Maybe that's
something you have to
learn the hard way.

[door opens, closes]

All right.

I don't need to
tell you boys what
we're up against here.

Every second
that goes by

without that Chinaman
in handcuffs

only increases
the chances that we'll
never see him again.

And if that happens,
God help us.

Chinatown is closed.
Effective immediately.

I want every filthy
godforsaken corner
in that shithole

torn to shreds until
this Jacob is found.

Someone gets
in your way,
get him out.

Someone doesn't
wanna open the door...

Buckley pulled in
every cop in the city.

Should be a hell
of a show.

-[clears throat]
-Christ, Lee.

-You even up for this?
-Up for what?

I reckon when push
comes to shove,

you'll just pin
it on the first
Chinaman you find.

Right, Sergeant?

All right.
Get it done,
get it done fast.

Godspeed.

[indistinct chatter]

Lee.

Hey.

I thought we were
past this shit.

You planted
that watch.

Yeah, you planted
it and you made
me believe.

You made me
a part of your lie.

What are you
talking about?

I spoke to
Timmons' widow.

You had a problem
with the Fung Hai,
so you framed him.

[tense music]

Keep your
fucking voice low.

What, are you
telling me he didn't
deserve to go down?

For God's sake, Bill.
We lost men.

McLeod,
Donnelly, Gallahue.

You think I don't
know that?

They died in
the line of duty.

[scoffs]

You say that
like you almost
believe it.

Oh, you sanctimonious
little prick!

I don't know who
it was that told you
that the world

was black
and white, Lee,
but believe me,

they didn't do you
any fucking favors!

-At least I know
where to draw the line.
-Yeah?

And which side of
that line does killing
your own kin fall on?

Fuck!

You are picking up
some bad habits, Lee,

and throwing
punches at me is top
of the fucking list!

-Fucking--
-[grunting]

[both shouting,
grunting]

That's enough,
god damn it!

[groans]

What the hell
is going on here?

He's lost his
fucking mind!
[panting]

-Georgie, good morning.
-Mr. Leary.

Morning, William.
How's the family?

Hungry.

I'm sorry to
hear that. Truly.

It's not nearly
enough, I know,
but maybe it'll help.

I don't want
a fucking handout.

I want a job like
you promised.

[men chattering]

What the fuck do
you think I'm doing
out there, huh?

Day in and day out?

I'm fighting for you.

I'm fighting for
all these men.

Change doesn't
come overnight.

Aye. So you say.

And so you've
been saying.

But we're
all still here,

watching the
goddamn chinks ride
past us every day

on the way
to our jobs.

I pay my dues,
we all do,

on what little
we make.

And I'm tired of
fucking waiting.

-He's right.
-[men shouting
affirmatively]

We need work!

Settle down!

-I joined the union--
-All of you.

You all heard
the mayor's speech.

He's taken our side.

Gonna force
the coolies out.

Any day now,
you'll be back
to work.

And who'd you think
put the fucking
screws to him?

It was my boot on
their fucking neck.

I delivered the message

that you take
our jobs at your
own fucking peril.

If you think you
can do better,
be my fucking guest.

Maybe you're right,

but that's just
words right now.

And a politician's
promises

won't put bread on
my family's table.

-Right.
-Right.

[soft dramatic music]

Here.

What happened?
Who the fuck
did this to you?

Uh, Blake.

The mayor?

Um, he's dead.

What?

He attacked
my sister.

I-- Oh,
he was insane.

I-I tried to stop him,
but he was too strong.

[sighs]
Oh, my God.

He's dead.

It's okay.
Shh, shh.

It's okay.
It's okay.

-[crying softly]
-It's okay.

Shh.

Just breathe
slow and easy.

[panting]

Now are you
saying it was you
that killed him?

It was Jacob.

The-- The--
Our valet.

-The Chinaman?
-She didn't want me
to say anything,

but I couldn't
let them arrest
her for it.

She hates me now.

The mayor is dead.

Someone's gonna
swing for it.

You did the
right thing.

If Blake's gone,
who the fuck
is in charge?

Raise your right hand
and repeat after me.

I, Walter
Franklin Buckley...

I, Walter
Franklin Buckley...

Do solemnly swear...

Do solemnly swear...

That I will
support and defend

the Constitution of
the United States...

That I will
support and defend

the Constitution of
the United States...

And the Constitution
of the State
of California...

And the Constitution
of the State
of California...

[dramatic music]

Against all enemies,
foreign and domestic...

Against all enemies,
foreign and domestic...

That I will
bear true faith
and allegiance

to the Constitution
of the United States

and the State
of California...

And that I will
bear true faith
and allegiance

to the Constitution
of the United States

and the State
of California...

[crowd cheering]

That I take this
obligation freely,

without any
mental reservation

or purpose
of evasion...

That I take this
obligation freely,

without any mental
reservation or purpose
of evasion...

And that I will
well and faithfully

discharge the duties
upon which I am
about to enter...

And that I will
well and faithfully

discharge the duties
upon which I am
about to enter...

And during
such time

as I hold the office
of the mayor of
San Francisco.

And during such time
as I hold the office

of the mayor of
San Francisco.

Congratulations,
Mr. Mayor.

The city is yours.

[applause]

-[police whistles blowing]
-[man shouting]

-Have you seen this man?
-His name is Jacob.

Have you seen him?
This man...

[indistinct chatter]

[whistle blows]

[indistinct
panicked chatter]

-You come with me.
-[whimpers]

[pots and
objects crashing]

-Down!
-[shouts indistinctly]

[heavy breathing]

[Buckley]
You've seen this?

[Flannagan] If it's
any consolation,

it bears almost no
resemblance to you.

I don't give a damn
about the quality
of the rendering.

Where are we
in the search?

We're looking
for a Chinaman
in Chinatown.

Could be a while.

I don't have a while,
and neither do you

if you hope to
remain Chief of Police
during my tenure.

Sir, if you want
a Chinaman,

I can get you
one this morning,

but not the Chinaman,
not the one that
murdered the mayor.

I can't just yank
him out of a hat.

Put a curfew in place
and road blocks.

No one comes or goes
from Chinatown

without talking
to a cop.

I take it you'll
approve the extra
hours for the men.

I want the entire
force on the streets.

I don't care
what it costs.

Nobody sleeps until
we have our man.

Mr. Mayor.
Just the man
I was looking for.

Acting Mayor.

Sorry to hear
about Blake.
God rest his soul.

He may have
been a twisted
son of a bitch,

but he was a friend
of the workingman.

Is there something
I can do for you,
Mr. Leary?

I'm in a bit
of a rush.

It's okay.
I think I can keep up.

These are dark times.

First they
attack a cop in
his own home,

now they've
assassinated
the mayor.

They're straying
from their pen
more and more.

Some might get
the idea that our
local government

has lost all
control of the
Chinese situation.

If there's a point
you're trying to make--

You don't have
nearly enough men

to find the chink
who did this.

I have one of the
most highly-trained
police forces

in the entire country.

That may be, but
you're still outmanned
a hundred to one.

I can tip the odds
in your favor.

And yours, presumably.

The important
thing is to see
justice served.

Publicly,
especially for a
brand new mayor.

Show them he's
up to the job.

Demonstrate his
will and whatnot.

And how is it
you propose to
help, exactly?

Deputize one
workingman

for every cop
you've got looking

until the search
is over.

You'll double
your reach.

I'll get you
the sharpest
fellas we got.

Three dollars a day
ought to do it.

Even if that was
a reasonable suggestion,

which we both
know it isn't,

the city's budget
won't accommodate

anything
close to that.

Two dollars, then.

A small price to
pay to keep these
men occupied,

tensions being
as high as they are.

You wouldn't want
to see vigilantes

roaming the streets
on your watch now,
would we?

I mean, how
would that look?

You weren't able
to intimidate me

when I was
Deputy Mayor.

What makes you
think you're gonna
intimidate me now?

There's more to
lose, I guess.

Before he went tits up,
Blake made a speech

promising the workingmen
would be taken care of.

It'd be a big
fucking mistake

for the man who
succeeds him to
forget that promise.

Mayor Blake
never gave a speech

I didn't put
in his mouth.

It could be
I will have use

for your crude tactics
down the road.

Until then, you and
the workingmen will
have to wait in line.

I've more urgent
matters to deal with.

[suspenseful music]

[door opens]

San Francisco
Police department!

Everybody stay
where you are.

Easy there,
big fella.

We're not here
for a fight.

Ladies and gentlemen,
we are looking
for this man.

The sooner you
help us find him,

the sooner we can
get out of your hair.

Harrison, start upstairs.
Search every room.

Ah. Ah Toy.

This man not here.

Then you've got
nothing to worry about.

Too many cops.
Not good for business.

Well, I've got more
bad news for you.

It's a curfew,

means everyone's
shut down until
we find our man,

including you.

[sighs]

[indistinct chatter]

Look who's back
from the dead.

Remember me?

Hard to say.
You all kind of look
the same to me.

[chuckles]

Well, it's a wonder
you're here
to crack wise

after that
beating you took.

You saw that?

And stopped it, too.

See, that pause there
is where you thank me
for saving your life.

That's a lot of cops
for one man.

Oh, a Chinaman
killed the mayor.

We take that sort of
thing personally.

-Mayor Blake?
-That's right.

Caved his head in
with a fire poker

and then went
underground.

No one's seen
him since.

I don't have to tell
you this doesn't bode
well for your people.

The sooner we
catch this guy,

the better for
all concerned.

[clicks tongue]

Maybe you know him.
Name's Jacob.

[chuckles]
We don't all know
each other.

Well, maybe.

But he was
Mrs. Blake's
manservant.

I know you know her.

Barely.

Barely?

Well, in the meantime,
no one gets in or
out of Chinatown

until we find
our man.

And my men will
not stop tearing
this place apart.

-So if you
know anything--
-I don't.

Would you tell
me if you did?

Nah.

Well, then,

fuck off.

And tell your
friends to stay
off the streets.

Today would be
the wrong fucking day,
do you hear me?

Whoa, whoa.

Evening, Mr. Mayor.
Come to check up on us?

Something like that.

Any action?

None to speak of,
but we'll get him, sir.

Let him through!

All right, yes, sir.

-[horse nickers]
-Move along.

Whoa, whoa.

It's been a while,
Mr. Buckley.

I was beginning
to think you'd
forgotten me.

I've been busy.

So I hear.

Congratulations
on your promotion.

It's funny.

When I came to
San Francisco,

I never imagined
I'd be granted

an audience
with the mayor.

Well, let's see if
we can make it
worth your while.

I need to find
this murderer,
Jacob, yesterday.

That won't be easy.

Chinatown may not
be long or wide,
but it's very deep.

True, but anything's
possible with proper
motivation.

If you don't help me
locate this criminal,

it'll mean the end
of your opium supply

and the beginning
of a new era
in Chinatown,

one in which
the Long Zii

are no longer immune
to prosecution.

So not the carrot,
but the stick.

I cannot stress how
not in the mood I am
for repartee.

I can find
your Jacob,

but I'll want
something in return.

I already told
you my terms.

And now I'm
telling you mine.

It's simple, really.

I want my enemies
to be your enemies.

And when
the time comes,

your cops will
help me crush
the Hop Wei.

Do we have a deal?

Find the coolie.

-[door opens]
-[knocks on
carriage roof]

[knock at door]

Who's there?

It's me. Nellie.

Nellie?

Come in. Quick.

[panting]

I heard about
the curfew.
I was worried.

It wasn't easy
getting into
Chinatown.

The police
were everywhere.

Have they given
you any trouble?

They close business,
but, but I'm okay.

Good.

You must think
me ridiculous
checking up on you.

No.

Is very kind.

I'm gonna
head back out
to the vineyard.

I thought maybe
you might wanna
come with me.

-Now?
-Yeah.

With things
in Chinatown
how they are,

I thought it might
be good to get away
for a few days.

And, well,
to be honest,

it would be nice
to spend some
time together.

[door opens]

[Ah Toy] Officer.

Can I help you?

Is there anyone else
in here tonight?

No. Just us.

Ma'am, you need
to leave now.

Excuse me?

There's a
curfew in effect.

It's okay.

Sergeant O'Hara
already come.

Ah. He sent us back.

Surprise inspection.

I don't care
who sent you.

You can't just
barge in here
without a proper--

-[both grunt]
-Nellie!

[dramatic music]

-[grunts]
-[screams]

[groans
and coughs]

[pants]

Get back here,
you whore!

[hammer thuds]

[groans]

[grunts]

Stay down, bitch.

[breathing heavily]

[grunting]

[shouts]

[whimpers, screams]

Get it over with.

[screams]

[gasps]

[groaning]

[bones crunch]

[yelps]

No! [groans] No!

[panting]

No.

[suspenseful music]

-[screams]
-[blade swishes]

Ah Toy.

[panting softly]

You must go.

I'm not leaving
you here like this.

You need
medical attention.

Not safe
for you here.

Don't be ridiculous.
We need to get you
to a doctor.

I said go!

[gasps]

[soft dramatic music]

You don't know me...

and you don't
belong here.

No place for
a white woman.

Now go.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[cries]

-[grunts]
-[panting]

I asked you
a question, slant.

What's your
fucking name?

It's Wang Chao.
And he's not
your man.

You shouldn't be
out here tonight.
It's dangerous.

Dangerous
for everyone.

I told you.
He's not your man.

Now get on with you,
or I'll feed you that
fucking stick.

You save
that cop's life.

Oh, and here I thought
I was saving yours.

Forget about him.
It's probably his first
time in Chinatown.

Well, I see him again,
it will be his last time.

Well, help me
find this Jacob,

and we can get
all these cops
out of here.

I give you Zing
and the Fung Hai.

I help you with
your swordsman.

How many time I do
your job for you,
Sergeant, hmm?

Maybe you
give me badge.

I'll make it
worth your while.

Until next problem.
Then you shut me
down again.

I got you up
and running as
fast as I could.

[sighs] I don't
know this man.

You sure?

I know who I know.

Well, if you
hear anything,

you know where
to find me.

Of course. I am
friend to police.

Good night.

And stay off
the street.

I am sorry about
shutting you
down, Chao.

[sighs]

[distant thunk]

[soft suspenseful
music]

[xylophone clangs]

[gasps]

[ominous music]

Ah Toy?

My God.
What happened
to you?

You try to kill me.

What?
What are you
talking about?

I've been
home all night.

Dear God.

[gasping]

Oh, no.

I don't understand.

[panting]

Who are those men?

Did they do
this to you?

You sign.

Now.

Sign what?

You sign or you die.

Make choice.

Surely you don't
think I had anything
to do with this.

I would never
hurt you, Ah Toy.

-Never.
-[sword thunks]

Lie again,

your children
die in their beds.

No.

[pen scribbling]

Finish sign.

You go.

Far away.

I ever see you,

you dead man.

[softly] I'm sorry.

[door creaks]

[pistol clicks]

Who are you?
What the fuck
do you want?

[panting]

Please.

Help me.

Please.

[sobs] Help me.

[Kigga's "CHINA TOWN"]

[man rapping in
foreign language]

[engine revs]