All language subtitles for Warrior_S02E02_The Chinese Connection.English (CC)

[engine revs]

- [O'Hara] Fuckin' cunt!
-[frenzied footsteps]

Floyd!

[grunts]

[pants and grunts]

Get back here,
you bastard!

[panting]

-[strains]
-[shouts]

[gasps and coughs]

[both panting]

I-- I think you broke
my fucking ribs.

Yeah, well,
that's nothing

compared to what
the Fung Hai'll
do to ya.

-[groans]
-Now, pay up.

Okay, okay.

[groans]

[grunts and groans]

God, you fuckin' stink.

[dogs barking
distantly]

[Floyd grunts
and groans]

That's for
making me run.

[theme music playing]

[blade swishes]

[Young Jun] This deal
had better work.

If this guy fucks us

we won't have
a dime left to
buy from China.

Father Jun won't
start treating you
like an equal

till you make him
see you as one.

Why are you pushing
this so hard
all of a sudden?

-I thought this is
what you wanted.
-Yeah, maybe.

But it's starting
to feel like you
want it more.

I'm just saying,
if there's a fuckin'
agenda here,

I want to know
about it.

I'm the one who
lost that fight and
let Mai Ling in,

so I guess
my agenda...

is to kick her
the fuck back out.

Okay, I can get
behind that.

And you may have
lost that fight,

but Father Jun
should never
have agreed to it

in the first place.

You're late.

Happy Jack doesn't like
to be kept waiting.

He's in the back.

[sparse suspenseful music]

They're with me.

[grunts]

You're late.

Happy Jack?

He doesn't
look so happy.

You didn't say
anything about tongs.

I don't need that
kind of headache.

Just hear
them out, okay?

What do they
need me for?

They have their
own sources.

If he doesn't want
to take our money

we'll find someone
who does.

Look who speaks
the King's English.

Oh, he's not my king.

200 a crate.

That's the going
rate, right?

Maybe.

We'll need
a dozen to start.

To start?

You vouch for them?

I wouldn't be
here if I didn't.

And we'll need you
to store it for us.

Somewhere we can
pull it out in pieces.

How's 210 a crate?

[clicks tongue] Three.

For 300 I can
keep getting it
from China.

Then maybe that's
what you should do.

-Jack--
-I import it, I sell it,
I deliver it.

I'm not in the
storage business;
too much risk,

so you're going
to have to pay
extra for that.

250.

If this works,
the orders
will get bigger.

You have the cash?

-I've got half on me.
-Leave it.

Come back tonight
with the rest.

[speaking Cantonese]
He recognizes the suits.

He won't fuck with us.

I don't have
all fucking day.

In or out right now.

[money thuds]

Guess now we know
what makes him happy.

There you are.

-I've been doing
some thinking.
-In a minute.

The first victim,
Morgan and Davis,

they had a history
of harassing the
Chinese, right?

They beat those poor
bastards to death,
got off in court,

were killed soon after,

one beheaded,
the other
disemboweled.

Jesus, Lee.
It's 8:00 in the morning.

A quarter past,
actually.

Now we have
these Teddy Boys,

the dead hooligans
from the other day.

Also known to
attack the Chinese

and in their case
take their queues
as trophies.

Where the hell
are my cigarettes?

In the months between
Morgan and Davis

and the Teddy
Boys now,

we have had three
other instances of
murder by sword,

all of which makes
sense in a Chinese
vengeance scenario.

Okay, okay. Lee,
you're standing there

spewing information
that I already know,
so I assume--

Timmons
and McCormick.

-The real
estate tycoons.
-Yes.

Neither had any
business dealings
with the Chinese

or were ever known
to express any
anti-Chinese sentiment,

not publicly, anyway.

They were businessmen,

capitalists who
no doubt approved
of coolie labor.

-They don't fit.
-No, they do not.

Did you even go
home last night?

Look, I spent the
last few days

going through Timmons'
business dealings,

bank deposits,
property records,

looking for any
other inconsistencies.

What the hell are
you doing that for?

No wonder you're still
getting headaches.

You're a cop,
not a fuckin'
accountant.

Just listen.

The last deal
Timmons made

was to sell a piece
of property in
Spring Valley

-to a Leonard
Patterson for $5,000.
-So?

So that property
was originally listed
at just over $2,000.

That's less than
half what Patterson
paid for it.

Mornin'.

And the deal
was signed over
on the same day

Timmons
and his partner
were murdered.

Your theory is that

this Patterson
discovered that
he'd overpaid

and in a blinding
rage he grabbed
his trusty sword

and disemboweled
the sellers.

Maybe.

Look, I'm just saying

there's something fishy
about that deal.

So, um...

I guess you'll be
wanting to talk to
this Patterson.

Never get the lard
unless you boil the hog.

I'll take your
word for it.

You must have
property insurance,
Leland.

Against fire,
flood, and theft.

Not dynamite,
for god's sake!
Not sabotage!

[door latch clicks]

Penny.

This is a closed-door
session, dear.

This is an emergency
meeting for business
owners, is it not?

Correct.

Now, Leland.

I'm sure we can
find some tax
relief for you

that will soften
the blow.

An interest-free
loan, perhaps.

Yes, we'll get you
back on your feet as
quickly as possible.

That's a
generous offer.

Does it extend to
everyone in this room?

Of course, the first
order of business

will be to ensure
this kind of attack
doesn't happen again.

I spoke with
Chief Flannagan
this morning.

His men have
already begun
scouring the city

for those responsible.

We already know
who's responsible

and unless
you're prepared

to arrest all of
Leary's workingmen--

-Well, that's
hardly possible--
-Mrs. Blake is right.

We'd be better served
with those same officers
guarding our work sites.

-Yes, but--
-According to
Chief Flannagan,

the force is already
overextended as it is.

You spoke
to Flannagan?

Well, that's hardly
appropriate.

The real question
is will this office
do anything

to protect the city's
industries from
Leary's thugs?

-Mm-hmm, yes.
-I like that.

[suspenseful music]

Fuckin' chink.

-[baby crying]
-Chao.

Claire.

[dogs barking]

It's light.

Work has been
little hard.

New dress?
Very nice.

Expensive, eh?

Lady can't come
up in the world

if she doesn't have
a proper dress.

I haven't been
entertaining,

if that's what
you're wondering.

You give her
this, hmm?

-Hannah?
-Don't.

Hannah.

Look who's here.

[peaceful music]

Hello.

Bah. Huh?

-What do you say?
-Thank you.

Thank you, what?

Thank you, Papa.

Not Papa.

Friend. Just friend.

Understand?

Good.

Okay, go.

Don't do that.

-I just thought--
-Don't think.

Truth is, I never
met Mr. Timmons
or his associate.

All of our business
was conducted
through the bank.

I was shocked
when I heard
what happened.

I mean, it's a
terrible thing.

Mr. Patterson,
the bank records show

you paid more
than double the
asking price

for the Spring
Valley property.

Do you mind
if I ask why?

Well, Mr. Timmons
listed the property
rather low.

There were
multiple bidders.

Didn't take long to
drive the price up.

Even so, sir,
I checked quite
a few properties

in surrounding areas
with similar acreage.

They don't price
at anywhere near
what you paid.

You must admit,
it's exorbitant.

Like I said,
there were
other offers.

And I knew
a substantial
overpayment

would assure
me the sale.
I took a risk.

The land has good
long-term prospects.

Well, if that's all,
gentlemen.

Ever do any business
with the Chinese,
Mr. Patterson?

Why would I do that?

You never know
what those people

are gonna use
the buildings for.

[chuckles]

Now, if you'll
excuse me,

my next appointment
will be here shortly.

[O'Hara] Lee.

Thank you
for your time,
Mr. Patterson.

[footsteps depart]

[door opens]

[door closes]

Well?

I've played enough
poker to spot a bluff
when I hear it.

The man's definitely
hiding something.

I've also met
enough murderers

to know he doesn't
have the stones.

No. You never know

what a man might
do to protect
his fortune.

I reckon we dig
into his business
a little more.

It'll lead us
somewhere.

Well, to financial
crimes maybe,

but to a Chinese
swordsman?
It's a reach.

We're onto
something here.

Just gotta find the
Chinese connection.

What?

Well, every so often,

it feels good to
actually do a little
police work.

[knock at door]

Miss.

You came.

Jacob told me
you were back
with the Hop Wei.

Did you ask me
here just to
disapprove of me?

'Cause honestly,
I'm a little busy.

No. [chuckles]

Of course not.
I-I-I'm sorry,
um...

Would you like
some tea?

Um...

How about you just
get to the point?

Leary's goons are
still harassing
my men. Every day.

And as I'm sure
you've heard,

another factory
that hires
Chinese workers

was blown
up last night.

My guards have quit

and I can't seem to
find anyone willing
to replace them.

-Okay.
-I can pay you.

And your...
associates.

All you need
to do is keep
my workers safe

and my factory
secure.

You can't
be serious.

I'm dead serious.

You called
me a criminal.

I was angry.

And now you
want us criminals
to work for you?

I need protection.

Which, if you think
about it, makes
you a criminal.

-It's to protect
your own people.
-Don't.

Even if this wasn't
a terrible idea,
which it is,

for a million
reasons,

your father would
never agree to it.

My father is dead.

That day when they
attacked the factory,

he had a heart attack.

I'm sorry.

I don't need
your sympathy.
I need men.

I'll pay a fair wage.

Why don't you just
hire the Irish and
be done with it?

What, Leary
and his thugs just...

win?

It's good to
see you, Penny.

So that's it, then?

Yeah, that's it.

[metal clanking]

[dramatic
orchestral music]

[wood cracks]

San Francisco Police.

This is a raid.
Johns out.

-Oh, come on.
-San Francisco Police!

The hell is this?
Already paid you guys!

Fuck down. Move!

[unintelligible chatter]

We good here?

You should be
arresting these men.

My orders were
to take you in
and take you out.

Go get your girls.

While you get
your kickback.

Tell you what.

I won't tell you
how to be a bossy
rich widow,

and you don't tell me
how to be a cop.

[unsettling music]

[gasps]

Oh, come on!

Shit!

[quiet sobbing]

Oh, God.

[quiet sobbing]

[panicked panting]

[quiet sobbing]

Got the money?

You hold it.

Otherwise you'll
have to pry it out
of my hands.

I still can't
believe I let you
talk me into this.

Let's go.

[crickets chirping]

From the minute
you came into
the world,

you carried on.

[knife scraping
against wood]

Screaming and crying
all day and all night.

[knife scraping
against wood]

Kept your mother
awake for days
at a time.

My mother?

She couldn't
handle you.

So at four months old,
she left you here.

"He's your
problem now."

She saw
your stubbornness
as a curse.

I didn't see
it that way.

I saw a
born fighter.

But the stiffest tree
cracks easiest.

Mai Ling will learn
that the hard way.

While we will
survive by bending
with the wind.

But we're
losing, Father.

There's a difference
between bending
and bending over.

All my life,

I've never backed
down from a fight.

But we must pick
our moment.

You're the only
one I trust.

But now I need
you to trust me.

We uphold our end
of the treaty until
I say otherwise.

[slow dramatic music]

Get me?

I get you.

What the fuck are
you talking about?

We had a deal.

[speaking Cantonese]
What's wrong?

[speaking Cantonese]
He won't store
the opium for us.

[speaking Cantonese]
Motherfucker.

Then give us back
that money...

and we'll find
another source,
how about that?

That's not
how it works.

-Your order is
already in process.
-Ah.

[speaking Cantonese]
We'll have to find
somewhere else to store it.

[speaking Cantonese]
We can't hide it in Chinatown

without Father Jun finding out.

Just get our money back.

I knew they'd fuck us.

Wait.

[dramatic music]

-[shouts]
-[grunts]

[bellows]

[wails]

[screams]

[crunch]

[hammers click]

[growls and
breathes heavily]

It'd be a shame to
waste that beautiful
hairdo on a corpse.

Now everybody
calm the fuck down.

I have your shit.

But the cops have
been cracking down.

They raided two
shops in the area
today already,

and I cannot get
caught holding.

So you can walk
out of here empty-
handed and broke

or you can tell me
where you want
the opium delivered

before I turn
around and find
somebody who will.

[ominous music]

Bit thicker
than usual.

Long Zii
used to say

you always want
your partners to be
fatter than you.

Fatter is fine,

but that wasn't
the goal of our
arrangement, was it?

Your little truce
with the Hop Wei

is starting to try
my patience.

That truce
has allowed us

to increase our share
of the molasses trade.

And yes,
business is good,

but the other tongs
are getting restless.

It's only a
matter of time

before they get
greedy and
make a move.

Until then,
enjoy the spoils.

You're assuming
that I have the
luxury of time.

And worse,
you're assuming
that you do.

I need chaos,
and quickly.

[slow dramatic music]

Mai Ling...

never make the
mistake of thinking

that this arrangement
makes us partners.

I sell, you buy.

That's the market
we find ourselves
in today.

Tomorrow could be
a different story.

[jaunty Irish
music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[drunken cheering]

[glass shatters]

Hey.

What can I get you?

[soft dissonant
music]

Uh, whiskey.

-With a little
something extra in it.
-Extra what?

You got laudanum?

You got money?

Keep going.

I can't make
change for that.

Keep it.

Hey.

What's your name?

Why?

Look, friendly warning,

you don't wanna be
walking around
alone out there

when that stuff
kicks in.

Why don't you...
come in the back?

I got a place you
can sleep it off.

Or if you don't
feel like sleeping...

[chuckles]
...we can talk.

I'm Abigail.

[dissonant
dreamy music]

You okay, honey?

Nora?

What--

What'd you
do to me?

[panting]

-Don't wake the kids.
-To hell with 'em.

[panting and gasping]

[grunts]

[panting]

You seemed
to enjoy that.

Can you blame me?

Not having to do
all the work around
here for a change?

[laughs]

[groans]

[groans]

Last time you made
love to me like that,
you gave me twins.

I swear, Bill O'Hara,

if you put
another baby in me,
I'll kill you.

[chuckles]

You have my
permission to do so.

[chuckles]

But before you
do... [groans]

What's this?

It's jewelry.

Goes around
your neck.

I've seen a necklace
before, Bill.

I'm asking
what are you
doing with it.

Please tell me
this isn't poker
winnings.

Have you ever
known me to
win anything?

Come on.

You've been
strangely flush
lately.

Well,

put in a few
extra shifts.

There's a chink
swordsman
on the loose,

if you haven't heard.

Enough shifts
to buy something
like this?

Fine.
I'll take it back.

God forbid your
husband should

try to do something
nice for you in
once in a while.

Hey.

I love how badly

you want to give
us everything
you never had.

I just want you
to know that

I don't need
jewelry or steak.

I just need
my husband
to come home

at the end of every
shift spent in that
godforsaken place.

Nothing is gonna
happen to me.

It better not.

[exhales deeply]

[groans]

[soft spaghetti
western music]

[jaunty whistling]

Here.

[dramatic music]

Hiyah!

What's this?

The Suey Sing
have apparently
decided

to start selling
opium now.

Quietly.

In back alleys
and brothels.

Who told you that?

He did.

After our men
caught him.

The Suey Sing
are too small

to take on
the Hop Wei
or Long Zii.

Why would
they risk it?

The Hop Wei had
a stranglehold

on the molasses
business for so long,

now that we've
broken it,

it makes sense
other tongs

would see what they
could get away with.

They're not
a threat.

No.

But we have an
opportunity here to
send a message.

A message?

That the Long Zii
will protect
what's ours

every bit as much
as the Hop Wei.

Mai Ling.

[soft suspenseful music]

Their leader is young.

Lao Che can be reckless,
but he's not stupid.

Let me talk to him.

Li Yong.

Bring Zing with you.

Let them see
who's behind us.

Are you reconsidering
my offer?

Why are you
doing this?

This?

You could easily
sell it.

Go back to
your painting.

Why go to
all this trouble?

I tell my sisters
it's our father's
legacy.

And that's true.

But the real reason
is actually more of
a lie I tell myself...

that this place means
I don't depend on
my husband's money.

[soft dramatic music]

So, uh...
[clears throat]

I can offer
you protection.

But...

what can you
offer me?

Eight guards
should do it.

Let's say $4
a week, per man.

Seven.

That's above
market rate.

I can't afford that.

As long as
we're here,

no one will
touch this place.

You know that.

Five. That's as
high as I can go.

I'll be back in
an hour with
the first shift.

We are watching
the slow,

relentless decay
of our hard-won
democracy.

We cannot allow
anxiety and dread

to become the
law of the land.

We cannot stand by

and watch our
moral fiber be
compromised.

[cheers and applause]

Yet here we are
in the throes of
uncertainty,

living in a time
when people
feel the need

to blow up buildings
in order to be heard,

when the yellow peril
is spreading faster

than your mayor
can contain it.

And your police
chase their own tails

while citizens continue
to be cut to shreds
by Chinese swordsmen?

Where, I ask you,
are hardworking,

God-fearing
Americans like you
supposed to turn?

[crowd shouts
angrily]

[crowd chanting]
Send them back!
Send them back!

Send them back!

[all] Send them back!
Send them back!
Send them back!

Look at him
pandering to
the labor class

like he's one of them.

And they're
lapping it up like
hungry dogs.

They'll vote for
a fuckin' millionaire

and then wonder
why they're
getting fucked.

Politics.

I would think you'd
be used to it by now.

But now he's
denigrating my
fuckin' office, Bill.

Do you see why
that's upsetting
to me?

Especially as
I can't point to any
fuckin' progress.

We're working a lead.

I don't care who
you have to shake
down to get an arrest

but find me a
fuckin' swordsman

so I can shove it
down that bloviating
bastard's throat.

Friends!

I have done
all I can from
the State Capitol.

[applause]

All I can.

Soon it'll be
your turn.

[crowd shouts]

Use your privilege
as Americans and
send me to Washington

where I'll have
the authority
to draft laws,

laws that will
send them,
all of them,

back to China!

[cheers and applause]

Yes!

[band plays
bouncy music]

Send them home!

Get them
out of here!

Well, look who's
decided to grace us with
his fuckin' presence.

Back to China!

Good morning, Chief.

The hell it is.

God bless you, sir!

[cheers and applause]

God bless you all!

Get out and vote!

[cheers and applause]

Back to China!

[cheers and applause]

Get 'em out of here!

[cheers and applause]

Yes!

-Yes, sir!
-[cheers and applause]

Rough night?

I'll live.

So this is the
notorious Banshee.

Yeah, I believe
my father actually
came in here once.

Somehow I doubt that.

No, I'm sure.

He, um...

came in here to hire
workers to lay track
for the cable car.

Your father was
Byron Mercer?

I imagine you didn't
like him very much.

Well,

to be fair,

he didn't like me
very much either.

What do you think
he'd say if he saw
you in here?

[chuckles]

Well, I don't
much care.

Which was usually
the problem
between us.

["Moonlight Sonata"
playing]

That's Beethoven,
is it?

"Moonlight Sonata."

You like it?

You're very good.

I'm sloppy.

I never gave it
the time it needed.

My teacher,
Madame Le Claire,

said I was awash
in the stink of
wasted potential.

At least I think
that's what she said.
I failed French.

Finishing
school, huh?

I dropped out.

Which, I suppose
means I'm unfinished.

[chuckles]

[clears throat]

Thank you, Mr. Leary,

for letting me play.

[door creaks]

[band plays
bouncy music]

Fuck me.

[door slams]

[cheers and applause]

That fuckin' snake!

Why the hell
did he add fuel
to that fire?

And throw me on
the pyre of process?

I don't know,
Mr. Mayor.

To motivate you,
perhaps?

Motivate me?

He embarrassed me.

Well, if embarrassment
is your concern,

perhaps it's your
wife you need to
be dealing with.

What?

You can't pretend
to be against
Chinese labor

while your own wife
is hiring coolies.

I'm trying to keep
the city from
burning down

and you're talking
about my wife.

If the people of
San Francisco
were truly aware

of what happens
in Chinatown on
a daily basis,

how close they're all
living to the ninth
circle of hell,

they'd be up in arms.
We wouldn't be able
to contain them.

And we'd have no
trouble getting the
Exclusion Act passed.

Sometimes I wonder
who you work
for, Buckley.

The people of San
Francisco, Mr. Mayor.

As do you.

Idiot.

[indistinct chatter]

[diners fall silent]

Mr. Nichols,
I presume.

How'd you know that?

I know a lot about
you, Mr. Nichols.

I know you worked
for the Pinkertons.

And I know why
they fired you.

Then you'll know
I'm not interested

in whatever it is
you're selling.

I'm not selling.

I'm buying.

I hear you still
do a little private
consulting.

The Pinkertons
won't work for
a Chinese gal.

That it?

Even one
who speaks English
as well as you.

Walter Buckley.

The Deputy Mayor.
What about him?

What do you need?

Insurance.

[suspenseful music]

It's bullshit.

He sold some old
shit he found in
his back pocket.

We're not dealing.

He's lying.

Oh, fuck you,
Genghis Cunt!

I don't need
your confession,
Lao Che.

It just has to stop.

This is the only
warning you'll get,
do you understand?

-[chuckles]
Listen, Li Yong--
-Shh.

I only need to
hear two words.

I understand.

Let's go.

I don't know why
you even bother

with these
bottom-feeders.

This onion just
lied to your face.

[chuckles]

You Mongol dogs
think you can

come into my
house-- [gags]

[gasping]

The hell is
wrong with you?

[ominous music]

-[groans quietly]
-[blade swishes]

[bone crunches]

[shouts]

[bone crunches]

[dramatic music]

[shouts]

When Mai Ling finds
out about this--

Do you really think
she didn't' know
what would happen?

Huh?

Why else would she
send me with you?

[speaks Cantonese
quietly]

[tense music]

[speaking Cantonese]

[speaking Cantonese]

Miss Davenport.

You not come
back here for
many months.

I think maybe you
finally give up.

Well, there were
other establishments

that required more
immediate attention,

but I've been
meaning to come back.

All my girls
very happy,
as always.

I'm sure it helps
to tell yourself that.

They choose this life.

I give them job.

Bed. Clean clothing.

[speaking Cantonese]
Your English has much improved.

[speaking Cantonese]
So has your Cantonese.

[speaking Cantonese]
I'm just hoping
your point of view has as well.

Ah, Miss Davenport.

Here to save
world again.

Oh, no,
just your people,

since you're too busy
exploiting them.

-Well, someone has to.
-[chuckles]

Save them
or exploit them?

Yes.

So?

My girls can go
any time they want.

I own no one.

May I visit
with them?

Of course.

[wagon rattling]

-Whoa, whoa, whoa.
-[horse chuffs]

[wind whistling]

[horse whinnies]

[dramatic music]

[jaunty Irish music]

You've played that
same fucking song
three times tonight.

Do you know
anything else?

I'm sorry, Mr. Leary.

I could play you
"Olde Irish Rose"
if you like.

Jesus, no.
I'm sick of that one.

["Moonlight Sonata"
playing]

[imperceptible]

[menacing chords]

♪ Two, one, yo! ♪

[man rapping
in Cantonese]

My struggle life,
it is over!

[engine revs]