All language subtitles for Warrior.S02E05

You and me,

we have some unfinished business.

I was working for them
Fung Hai, collecting.

You have pain? Then come with me.

They will know it was you.

I want them to.

Zing, maybe he is swordsman.

- Will you take her?
- I have some land in Sonoma.

Why don't you come with us?

You do nothing!

You contribute nothing.

There's a back entrance
to my father's factory.

I've had nothing before.

And I've sacrificed too much
to ever have nothing again.

We are warriors.

Every hundred feet, yeah?

Did I wake you up?

No.

You don't sleep enough.

You don't need to worry about me.

You're troubled.

I feel it.

I'm not.

The peace is holding.
Our prospects are good.

I know you don't approve of
our alliance with the Fung Hai,

but it's necessary.

That's not what's
keeping you up at night.

Ah Sahm...

What about him?

You feel guilty

for ordering his death.

And you judge me for doing it.

Mai Ling, no.

Because what kind of person
would kill her own brother?

That's not what I meant.

Good.

Because you have no idea
what he did to me.

The things I endured.

You're right.

I think about it.

Over and over again.

I see him...

lying there...

bloody and beaten,
and he's looking up at me.

And suddenly, there's no tournament,

no tongs...

nothing, just...

just a boy

crying for his sister to help him.

I can't undo what's happened.

He is your family.

Don't you think he could forgive you?

I wouldn't.

I haven't.

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Miss?

Jacob.

What is that awful smell?

It's opium, miss.

Opium?

What is it doing here?

There were boxes of it hidden
in the storeroom.

There were bodies too.

Hop Wei.

My source in Chinatown says

the Fung Hai are back
to business as usual.

So tonight's the night, boys.

No one leaves after their shifts.

Not for a fuck, a drink,
or a goddamn prayer at church.

If you got business to take care of,

you take care of it today,

because tonight,

we show these heathen bastards

what happens when you fuck
with San Francisco cops!

Where the fuck have you been?

Lee,

you look like a puddle of shit.

Did you tell the men
why the Fung Hai attacked you?

And why would I do that?

You want to unburden yourself?

Be my guest.

But we both know it won't make
a damn bit of difference.

Fuckin' hell, Lee.

You were there.

They had a knife to my boy's throat.

What makes you think they'll stop coming?

These animals need to be put down.

Oh, so... So that's what this is.

- Revenge.
- You're damn right!

And after what they did to you,

I'd think you'd want a piece as well.

They didn't do this to me, Bill.

You did.

All of this is because of you.

Look,

I don't have time for this right now.

We are going in there tonight.

And if you are anything less
than stone fuckin' sober

we are gonna have a problem.

Am I clear?

Is that an order, Sergeant?

Yes, it is a fucking order!

Penny.

Penny, I...

came as soon as I heard.

And I guess that makes sense,

considering the amount
of opium you had stored here.

It's gone, by the way.

All of it.

I'm sorry. I didn't have a choice.

I trusted you.

And you used me.

The worst part is I actually
paid you to do it.

I also paid you for protection.

So... job well-done there.

Your men are dead.

Don't worry; Jacob took them
away before the police arrived.

Thank you.

Believe me,

I didn't do it for you.

My fault, really. I knew what
you were when I hired you.

Yeah, and what does that say about you?

You need to leave... now.

Because if you don't,

it's very possible I'm going to scream.

Chief Flannagan.

Please, have a seat.

No need.

I won't be long.

It's been a while since
we broke bread together.

I was starting to feel
a little forgotten.

I gather you've heard about Mercer Steel.

It's right here.

So a fat city contract goes to Mercer,

and now it turns out
he's the mayor's father-in-law.

And that doesn't strike anyone as rotten?

It struck somebody as something,

because they went and blew it up.

I don't know anything about that.

And neither do you,

or I'd be in cuffs right now, wouldn't I?

This stops now, you hear me?

There'll be no more bombings,
no more attacks.

Like I said,
I don't know anything about it.

But if I did,

do you really think coming in here

and talking at me
like some uppity schoolmarm

would change a fuckin' thing?

Then I'll talk to you more directly.

If this keeps happening,

no one on my end will
give a shit about due process.

They'll be calling for your head,

and they'll turn a blind fuckin'
eye to what it takes to get it.

Hmm.

There's the Irishman.

Good for you.

So, as long as we're
just two Irishmen talking,

I'll be equally clear.

Your people at City Hall
created this mess

by starving their own citizens

to line the pockets
of friends and relatives.

Now those citizens are fighting back,

as hungry men will.

The fact is, it's out of my hands.

Things keep going on the way
they're going 'round here,

this city is gonna burn.

And when it does,

the blood'll be your hands, not mine.

You and the fucking politicians
that pay your wages.

Welcome to Sonoma.

I'm so glad you decided to come.

It's beautiful.

It is, isn't it?

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The harvest is over,

but we're getting ready for next year.

There's always work to be done.

We have rooms over in the bunkhouse

and cows and pigs in the barn.

The girls are never bored.

They look happy.

Good morning, Fen Hua.

Morning, Miss Nellie.

I found Fen Hua just over a year ago.

She was in a crib brothel
on the Barbary Coast

under the m-most awful conditions.

Her hair was missing some patches,

and she'd bitten her fingers
right down to bloody stumps.

She thought that if
she made herself undesirable,

then her captors might release her

or maybe just...

Kill her.

Most of these girls come
from places like that.

You know, some of them
were kept in cages.

Beaten, raped, every day for months.

From the moment they set foot
on our shores,

they've known nothing but suffering.

But I want to give them something else.

You know, the thing that
brought them here to begin with:

Hope.

And that's what America's
supposed to be, right?

That's why you came.
That's why everyone comes.

Come on.

There's so much more to see.

Samuel.

What are you doing here?

The damage is extensive.

I can't imagine anyone
buying you out at this point.

I have no intention of selling.

And if you're here to gloat,
can you do it later?

I'm a little busy right now.

Penny, dear...

You must know this rift
between us brings me no joy.

How long to rebuild?

A month.

Six weeks at most.

If you're worried about our ability

to fill the city's order...

Well, not to put too fine a point on it,

but yes, I... I am worried.

As I told you,

our contract is legally binding.

Of course.

As long as you anticipate

no interruption in deliveries,
no late shipments.

Because the contract is only binding

if all parties adhere to the terms.

Surely your lawyer
must have told you that.

On your advice, I sought
some legal counsel of my own.

We'll deliver.

On time.

I don't see how,
given the state of things.

And while, as your husband
I would like nothing more

than to help you...

as mayor, I'm afraid my hands are tied.

Samuel, please.

I'm begging you.

I know it's disappointing.

You gave it your best.
I'll give you that.

But anyone can see this
is where the road ends.

It'll be good to have
you at home again, dear.

I say we go dice
these Mick cunts right now.

There are dozens of them and two of us.

It's suicide.

We've got a fucking tong, man!

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Father Jun's gonna take
our fucking heads...

He doesn't know anything.

He doesn't have to, ever.

You don't know what you're
talking about, man.

Father Jun may be checked out,

but you better believe
he watches the fuckin' books.

Even if we had the chop to
place a late order to China...

Which we don't...

We'd never get it in time.

We're gonna start
missing deliveries in a week.

I'll go see Happy Jack.

Get some more stuff to hold us over.

No way he's gonna front you.

He made that pretty fucking clear.

Nah. That was before he knew us.

We're a good long-term prospect for him.

I'll work something out.

I'm in.

What the fuck is he talking about?

I have no idea.

You don't know what the fuck
we're talking about.

Well, not the details.
I'm too damn fresh for that.

- Damn right.
- Yes, you are.

Sounds like you started
scoring molasses off the books

from a local supplier
to boost your margins,

but your shipment just got fried

and now you don't have
the chop to replace it.

You take more chop,
Father Jun will notice

and you're fucked.

If you don't, you'll miss deliveries,

Father Jun will notice,
and you're fucked.

All roads lead to some
kind of major fuckery.

Look,

I don't know what kind of fuckin'
story you're spinning, here...

Hey.

You're not getting me.

I'm not looking to sink your shit.

I just wanna help.

Why?

You guys stood up for me.

I didn't need you to,
but I appreciated it.

You're my best American friends.

Okay.

This onion's batshit crazy.

Hmm.

We can work with crazy.

They eat dinner together?

It creates a sense of family,

something these girls desperately need.

So many girls.

And it's grown faster
than I even dared hope.

I'm gonna open a second winery soon.

How you pay for all this?

My husband left me a substantial fortune.

But the wine we make,

that pays for the land and the food.

Even after I'm gone,
these girls will have a home.

Come on. Let's eat.

Ah Toy?

What's wrong?

This place remind me of my grandmother.

She had beautiful garden in China.

Very peaceful.

We grow tomato together.

I not think of her in a long time.

Do you know you found

my favorite place on the entire property?

- Here?
- Yeah.

Well, this is where
the transformation happens.

Everything in these barrels
starts out as grape juice.

It's sweet, but unrefined.

Drink too much, it'll give you the trots.

But, with a little patience

and care...

it becomes something else.

Go on. Try.

Go on.

- It's good.
- Yeah.

It'll get you drunk too.

God, you take care
of so many people, Ah Toy.

But who takes care of you?

It must be lonely.

Sometimes.

I thought you said you couldn't deliver.

I said it would be difficult
with all the heat on me,

not that I couldn't do it.

Where'd you get them?

I didn't get them.

I had them made...

To your exact specifications.

Easier to control quality that way.

Where do you want the rest of 'em?

Bring them back.

Your fee.

It's more than we agreed upon.

For your trouble

and a down payment
on our future endeavors.

This is, I'm not a bank.

I don't hold money I didn't earn.

You want to put in
another order, that's fine.

But my loyalty's not for sale.

What if that isn't good enough for me?

All due respect, but tough shit.

I like that.

I like that.

Chest puffed up like he's got a pair.

Except you're trying too hard, Chao.

And when a guy like you
overplays his hand...

a man with a reputation

for being unshakable...

I wonder if something is...

wrong.

Let's go. Come on.

Let's go.

Hide the bodies.

Yes, sir.

So how about it?

You got something you want
to get off your chest?

Okay.

You want the truth? Here's the truth.

I don't like you, Zing.

I don't like your tong,

and I don't like your bullshit threats.

And if you can't respect my independence,

we got nothing more to talk about.

Now...

If you want to do business,

you know where to find me.

Here's the thing, Chao.

When we do business,

we do it with family.

You're Fung Hai,
you're Fung Hai, and that's it.

We'll kill for you

or die for you.

But if you're not...

That's a problem we gotta fix.

What the fuck's taking so long?

Relax.

My man'll signal us when it's time.

What's the signal?

Soon as Chao comes out, we go in.

Get the fuck off me.

Hold him.

Was that so fuckin' hard?

A toast

to our new brother.

Big fuckin' balls and all.

He's so fuckin' sick.

What is this?

Hey, the fuck you doin' here?

I'm with Chao.

To the Fung Hai!

The itchiest motherfuckers I know!

This motherfucker's Long Zii!

Where's the other one?

Hurt him badly,

but keep him alive.

I wanna know what he had planned.

Alive!

Li Yong.

Let's see how those big balls
handle steel, motherfucker.

- What was that?
- That's our cue, boys.

Let's go! Let's go!

Move! Let's go!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

You're out of bullets, asshole.

Wrong.

Men, keep going!

- Come on, right through here.
- Right this way.

So...

we're finally gonna find out
who's better.

I never really wondered.

Then I guess you'll just
have to humor me.

I should tell you, once I kill you,

I'll go and see Mai Ling.

I'm gonna fuck her

like she never been fucked.

After that,

I'll eat her fuckin' heart
and piss in the hole.

And all because you didn't have the balls

to say "fuck you" to my face.

Fuck you.

McLeod!

This your idea of a plan?

I improvise.

Get him out of here! He's with us.

Be grateful for your pain.

It means you're still alive.

Lee, let's go!

I'm kinda mad at you.

Back up!

Don't move!

Drop the sword.

Hey!

I know you.

This is who we came for.

You think you can
send your thugs to my house

and threaten my fuckin' family?

Oh, you are gonna suffer, Zing.

I promise you that.

And I am gonna be with you
every step of the goddamn way.

- Easy.
- Look out.

Easy.

You sure it's him?

It's the right type of sword.

He definitely knew how to use it.

We found this too.

Victor R Timmons.

One of the murdered tycoons
up on Nob Hill.

Son of a bitch.

That'll do it, as far as I'm concerned.

I'd pat you two on the backs,
but quite frankly,

this feels like a case
of dumb fuckin' luck.

You two get your asses downstairs.

We've got an unholy mess to mop up.

Yes, sir.

That's the closest
he's ever come to a compliment,

by the way.

He's right... About luck.

We come here for one reason,

and we find this sword and watch,

handy as a rope at a hangin'.

I assume you've heard the one
about the gift horse, yeah?

Yeah, I-I'm just saying that

the Fung Hai had reason
to come after you.

That makes sense.
But why Timmons and McCormick?

Why the men at the Banshee?

It doesn't add up.

For fuck's sake, Lee. We won.

We got our fuckin' man.

The sword, the watch...

it doesn't make sense because
chinks don't make sense.

They never will.

Jesus, Lee.

Would it kill you
to be happy about something

for two seconds?

You're right.

We won.

What happened?

Zing has been arrested.

The bulls raided his headquarters.

The police targeted the Fung Hai?

How would they even know where to go?

Did Chao put you up to this?

Do you really think
Chao can tell me what to do?

Zing was our ally.

The Fung Hai were the only thing

keeping the Hop Wei from declaring war.

Zing was out of control.

He ordered the death of a police sergeant

and his family.

Do you have any idea

what would've happened
if he had succeeded?

The ducks have their killer.

The raids will end.

They'll leave us alone.

The ducks will never leave us alone.

You moved without me.

I tried to warn you about Zing.

But you wouldn't listen.

Then you needed to speak louder.

Hey.

You see Happy Jack?

How'd it go?

Could've gone better.

So what? Nothing?

Oh, we are fucked so hard.

Not yet.

Come back here, you bastard!

You can't do this!

She's just a little girl.
She belongs with me!

She belongs with someone
who can take care of her.

Hyup!

What the hell were you thinking?

Father Jun will kill you.

Not if you help me.

I'm not gonna help you start a war

all because of your misguided
need for revenge.

- That's not what this is.
- No?

Then what is it?

Father Jun is letting Mai Ling
become more and more powerful.

You said yourself
she's a danger to Chinatown.

She is.

But so are you.

What?

Betraying Father Jun,
pitting father against son...

You're gonna tear apart the
only tong that can stand up to her.

We'll never stand up to her.

Not as long as Father Jun
is running things.

You think Young Jun would do any better?

Not Young Jun.

You.

You are more like Mai Ling
than you even realize.

Nice.

Listen to me.

You need to stop this right now.

You cannot cross Father Jun.

So that's a no on a loan, hmm?

I told Ah Toy I'd help
because we're friends,

but this... This is highly irregular.

She should be with family.

Her mother is whore,

her father is...

me.

I almost die last night.

Not first time.

This country,

they want to kill us.

I'm trying to change that.

Look at her, hmm?

What do you see?

A beautiful little girl.

Beautiful little white girl.

She have chance I never have.

She have chance to live good life.

Good life.

If...

no one find out what she really is.

No one.

I know a couple

desperate for a child of their own.

They're kind, well-respected.

They'd be good to her.

Good.

What's her name?

Hah-na.

Hannah?

Hannah.

I wasn't sure you'd pull it off.

Have to admit, I was surprised
to hear you were fighting here.

Had to see it for myself.

Why are you here, Mai Ling?

'Cause you're my family.

Family?

I want my brother back.

Your brother...

died

the night you ordered
your boyfriend to kill him.

Which was just a few days after
he saved your life,

in case you've forgotten.

I made a mistake.

I made a terrible mistake,

and I haven't slept a night since.

I've been angry for so long, I...

I just lost myself in it.

And I want to fix things between us.

No.

You have to see that if the
tongs go to war, you'll lose.

I don't want to see you getting hurt.

You should worry less about
what's gonna happen to me

and more about what I'm gonna do to you.

And you really think killing
me is gonna satisfy you?

I'm not gonna kill you.

We're family, right?

I'm just gonna destroy the Long Zii

and everything you care about

and leave you alive to watch it burn.

- I guess I should go, then.
- You really should.

Lover's quarrel?

Huh?

You don't get that worked up
when you fight.

Nah, she's nothing.

Yeah, it looked like nothing.

Hey.

That tournament you told me about...

You still need a fighter?

To the man with the hammer...

everything looks like a nail.

The intimacy and honesty
of hand-to-hand combat...

...you men are the last
of the true warriors.

Fight!

I'm going to have
to keep a close eye on you, aren't I?

What is the deal with you and Vega?

Purely professional.

-You're a dead man
-Yeah, I get that a lot.