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Fucking pond.

I know. Isn't it great?

I'm beginning to think
this one's a little touched.

You just noticed?

Guys, quit fucking around.
This is serious.

Don't worry.
The chop looks good.

Just stand there, look pretty.

I'll do the talking.

It looked good
in our basement.

But ripping off Happy Jack
is a different fucking story.

If this deal goes sideways,
I'm fucking blaming you.

If this goes sideways,
it won't matter.

I hope you Chinamen didn't
come to us for credit.

Because you put me
in a very difficult position

the last time you asked me
to hold onto your shit.

We had a minor
cash flow issue.

And we very much appreciate

you holding on
to our product for us--

He ain't interested
in your appreciation.

You got our money?

Give him the chop.

This covers our last order
and our next one,

plus a little extra
for your trouble.

What are you
doing here, Chao?

Hmm?

You're running
with the Hop Wei now?

I make investment.

Investments?

Things must be worse
than I thought.

Like I said,
a minor cash flow issue.

The cops are squeezing us.

We have it all worked out now.

They're straight.

I guess you do.

Give these men their product.

Douglas.

You're back.

The work is never done,
it seems.

Was there a problem
with your wine?

I wasn't expecting
to see you again so soon.

No, not at all.

It might be
your best vintage yet.

I just came by to see
if you'd reconsidered my offer.

I thought I made
my position clear.

You did, you did, but...

I wouldn't be where I am today
without believing

there's always a deal
to be made.

I couldn't help noticing
you have a lot

of Chinese girls working here.

What of it?

Well, it's just
that some folks--

not me, mind you--
but some folks around here

might surmise that this place
was some kind of brothel.

But not you.

Of course,
you're quite familiar

with the genuine article.

I blame the politicians.

They've got everyone
all riled up

with this Page Act business.

Well, you know me.

I never much cared
what other people think,

least of all politicians.

On that, we can agree.

But nevertheless,
if the government

caught wind
of what's happening here--

Oh, I have a dozen
San Francisco police

who will testify on my behalf.

They helped me
liberate these girls.

Of course.

I read all about it
in the "Register."

Nellie Davenport,
savior of Chinatown's whores.

I just wonder
what they'd make of you now,

sharing your bed with one.

It's a reasonable offer.

Get the hell off my land.

So this cop knows
you're wanted for murder.

And instead of arresting you,
he wants to deputize you.

That's the gist of it.

Must be nice to be white.

You're not considering it,
are you?

You're considering it.

If I help him,
we can finally stop

looking over our shoulders.

Have you looked
in a mirror lately?

As long as we're together, honey,

we're always gonna be
looking over our shoulders.

You said that you wanted
to stay in San Francisco.

This is how we do it.
No more bounty hunters.

And a cop living in my bar?

How do you think
that's gonna play?

That badge isn't just bad
for business.

It's bad for you.

The last thing I want to do
is go back to Chinatown.

But if there's
even half a chance

I can buy us a future,
I have to try.

The attack on Li Yong was
a desperate act of cowardice

by Muchen.

But thanks to Kong Pak,
his plot failed.

The surviving members
of the Three Brothers tong

will be sworn in soon.

These men betrayed us.

How can we ensure
their loyalty?

Kong Pak, you know these men.

What do you think?

Muchen ruled by fear.

Now that he's gone,
his hatchets will fall in line.

Then we'll proceed
as planned.

But I'd like you
to keep an eye on them.

Not the sort of dress
you usually wear.

It was a gift from Eliza.

She invited me
to an art gallery.

You're starting to spend
a lot of time in the pond.

Just enough time
to look after our interests.

It's a risk.

But a calculated one.

I should come with you.

You're not safe
out there alone.

It's not a meeting
with a rival tong.

I'll be fine.

Besides, your presence
will only make it harder

to gain their trust.

Agent Moseley.

I take it you know Mr. Lee?

Only by reputation,
which does you no favors.

Coming from this outfit,
I take that

as a compliment, sir.

If you're done
fawning over each other,

maybe you could do us a favor
and round up

the Chinatown squad...

Chief?

Yes, sir.

Agent Moseley has tracked
the counterfeiting operation

to San Francisco.

We have reason to believe
the men running it

are headquartered in Chinatown.

Which is why
we'd like your squad

to test the local currency
as you make your rounds.

A single drop is all it takes
to ferret out a fake.

If the bill is legal tender,
the iodine won't leave a mark.

We're trying
to keep the chinks

from slaughtering one another.

There's no time
for fucking chemistry.

Those payoffs you're taking
could be counterfeit too.

So you'd be doing yourself
a favor.

Would you mind
repeating that?

Which word
didn't you understand?

You shit-sucking
son of a bitch.

- Come on.
- Thank you, gentlemen.

We'll keep your concerns
in mind.

Now, if there's nothing more,

my men have work to do.

You told me you were done
with police work.

I was.

I will be again,
as soon as this is over.

So... what's the plan?

Besides insulting my men.

Moseley says
the original crew was buying

weapons from a Chinaman.

I figured I'd start by paying
a visit to Mr. Wang Chao.

Well, Chao is not
much of a fan of yours.

Oh, maybe I should come along

and help smooth things over.

I appreciate that, but...

that might muddy the waters.

I need to do this my way, Bill.

Well...

well, in that case...

Stay safe, Agent Lee.

Afraid I can't promise that.

Well, then just for fuck's sake,
stay alive, huh?

That's--that's all of it.

"Thank you."
You're welcome.

For what?

Forcing me to work for you?

Hey, do I need to remind you

that you came to us?

Yeah, to get you
up and running,

not to join your gang.

Look,

I get it,
but you don't need to worry.

We protect our own.

You know, one of you said

the exact same thing
to my father.

We missed one payment,
and you beat him.

That wasn't me.

You wear the same suit.

That--

yeah, that never
should have happened.

I know it might not mean much,
but I'm sorry.

Come find me when you're done.

Can you imagine
living in a log cabin

with nothing but dirt
for a floor?

Nothing to relieve yourself
into but a wooden bucket?

Actually, I can.

Sorry.
God, I must sound so entitled.

Not at all.

Just American.

Is the artist here?

Who knows?

Nobody comes here for the art.

They come here
to see and be seen.

And to drink.

Thank you.

Gosh, it feels like
I'm the one hanging on the wall.

Don't mind them.

They're just jealous.

You wear that dress
better than they ever could.

Well, dear,

if you wanted to cause a stir,
you've certainly done it.

Not my intention.

But a nice fringe benefit.

Mai Ling,
this is my husband, Bernard.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

Pleasure is mine.

Eliza hasn't stopped
talking about you all week.

She says you're quite
the business woman.

I've made
some good investments.

But hardly the sort
that would impress

a banker of your stature.

Your firm finances
some of the largest

construction projects
in the city.

You've done your research.

May I say
your English is flawless?

Well, yours isn't
too bad either.

You did not tell me
she was funny.

She's funny.

Cheers.

It looks like Eliza Pendleton
has a new project.

Gentlemen.

You know her?

The Chinese girl? No.

But Eliza's always been
determined to seem

just this side
of the avant-garde.

Miss Archer, wasn't it?

I'm flattered you remembered.

Since I imagine
you misplaced my card,

or is there some other reason
you haven't called on me?

I thought
you were simply being polite.

When you get to know me,
you'll realize

I'm rarely, if ever, polite.

I can't wait to watch you knock
that smug bastard on his ass.

That makes two of us.

I mean, the whole
"man of the people" routine

is getting stale,
don't you think?

Well, I think I've had
about all the culture

I can stand for one day.

I recommend you call on me
soon, Mr. Buckley,

or else I might decide
you don't like me,

and then I'll become intolerable.

And you can prove this?

Given the amount of money
in that envelope,

it shouldn't matter.

But yes.

We've got two witnesses
who can put

Thayer's brother-in-law
in a Chinese opium den

as recently as last week.

A real scandal,
if it were to come out.

The story will play better
if I can bring them in,

ask a few questions.

For obvious reasons,

these men wish
to remain anonymous.

However, in the interest
of due diligence,

everything is there.

Quotes, dates, and times.

I was thinking
for the headline,

"Thayer Campaign, Up In Smoke."

You're the professional.

Evening, Mr. Strickland.

I'm sorry, do I know you?

Name's Dylan Leary.

I need a quick word.

Leary.

Champion of the workingman.

I hear you've been causing
quite a stir

down at City Council.

I'm here on behalf
of Leonard Pierce.

So now the City Council
has got you

breaking legs for them,
is that it?

I don't doubt you're
a dangerous man, Mr. Leary.

But if Pierce went
to all the trouble

to pay you to threaten me,
I would at least think

he told you
I never travel alone.

It must have slipped
his mind.

That's too bad.

Either way, I hope
it's becoming clear to you,

I'm not the man you threaten,
Mr. Leary.

I'm the man
with whom you make a deal.

Come on.

Let's have a chat.

So this is what gangsters do
for fun?

You know, when they're not
beating up old men.

Well, actually,
I have many interests.

Sometimes I beat up young men.

Oh, how sweet.

I'm done printing.

The bills will be dry
in the morning.

Great. I'll walk you home.

Uh, thank you.

Actually, I think I'll just
take my payment and go.

Well, I need
to pat you down first.

Young Jun's orders.

They have trust issues.

Arms up.

Just, um--

Mm-hmm.

Okay, all good.

Yeah.

- There you go.
- Thanks.

Have a good night.

You have fun
playing with your wood.

You were in the cavalry?

Served under Sheridan
in the Army of the Potomac.

Fightin' Phil Sheridan?

The man's a fucking legend.

He certainly thought so.

We used to call him Little Phil
behind his back.

He was so short,

he could scratch his own ankles
without stooping over.

Did you serve?

88th Infantry, Irish brigade.

The Fearless Sons of Erin.

You gave those Rebels hell.

They sent
a few of us there too.

My boy, Louis, fell at
the Battle of Sailors' Creek.

I lost his mother
in childbirth, and...

at the time,
I remember thinking

I'd suffered the worst pain
life has to offer.

Turns out I was wrong.

Every day of the war,

I prayed to make it home
to my boys.

And I did...

So the pox could take 'em.

If there is a God,
he has a sick sense of humor.

He's a fucking prick
is what he is.

You and I know the price
this country demands.

We've paid it tenfold
for the freedom

to build something of our own.

Men like Pierce and his cronies
will never understand that.

They were born into wealth.

They've sacrificed nothing.

I earned every dime
I ever made.

From where I'm sitting,
you don't look so different.

On the surface, maybe.

But I don't think
the way they do.

They see you as a thug,
someone to do their dirty work.

I see something else.

And what's that?

A political powerhouse.

The voice of the Irish.

But what good is that voice
if nobody listens?

You twist some arms, you get

five Irish hired here,
ten there.

- And their families eat.
- Yes, but nothing has changed.

You're thinking too small.

The problem you face
is systemic.

It's built into the economics
of the country.

If you want to change that,

you need the kind
of political capital

that comes with real power.

Otherwise, you'll end up
a washed-up gangster

with nothing
but your noble intentions

to show for your troubles.

These are fucked-up times.

The bulls are in our bowl.

The Long Zii are puffing up
their chests.

Fuck the Long Zii!

It's been tough.

I won't deny it.

But we're
the motherfucking Hop Wei!

And there aren't enough cops
in San Francisco

to stop us
from running our business.

We're back in the molasses game
stronger than ever.

So get drunk.

Get sticky.

Yeah!

Because tomorrow,
we get back to being

the baddest fucking tong
in Chinatown!

Your boss seems happy.

Yeah.

But you're not.

Printing was supposed to be
a solution,

not the solution.

We should be using the chop
to buy more soldiers, not--

not booze and whores.

Then you better hurry.

Why?

Cash won't matter
if there aren't

any soldiers left to buy.

Mai Ling just absorbed
another tong.

How is she making moves

when we're out here
fighting for scraps?

How doesn't matter.

What matters is that Mai Ling
is building an army.

She won't come
directly at us again.

Not with this much heat
in the streets.

Doesn't seem like she's
all that bothered by the heat.

Does it?

You know, if it weren't
for the tailored suits,

I'd almost believe
this whole poultry setup.

Former Officer Lee.

I thought you were
Barbary Coast problem now.

Not a lot of room in here
for contraband, Chao.

Chinatown squad make
business bad for Chao.

Turn over new leaf.

Good.

Then you won't mind
if I ask you a few questions.

Too bad.

I almost like you for a second.

I'm looking into
a counterfeiting operation.

Somebody printing
American greenbacks,

possibly here in Chinatown.

What I know
about printing money?

I have a witness,

part of the original
counterfeiting crew,

says a Chinese man sold weapons
to his partners

down at the docks

shortly before
they were robbed.

And you think this Chao?

Given what I know about you,
I'd be foolish not to ask.

You're foolish either way.

Look, I'm not a cop anymore.

I work for the government.
I can do things differently.

Different how?

You give me something useful,
you get paid.

And I make sure
you stay out of jail.

New badge, new rules.

Sound like old rule
for snitch.

I'm just asking you
to point me

in the right direction.

Exit that way.

Took you guys long enough.

I've been wandering
around your territory

for, like, 20 minutes.

Yeah, we knew.

We just didn't care.

Ah.

Right, so you're the funny one.

Which one of you's
the smart one?

None of you. Got it.

Enough.

Hey, sis.

I think my men are still
itchy about the other day.

Oh, you mean
when you almost started a war

by setting up shop
in our backyard?

It was an honest mistake.

Hop Wei territory is
shrinking by the day.

Hard to know
who owns what anymore.

Yeah, tough times all around
for everyone but you.

Your point?

Well, there are
no bulls here.

No shutdowns or raids,
and you're parading around

like the queen of Chinatown

while everyone else suffers.

It's a big world, Ah Sahm.

Opportunities everywhere.

Oh, my God.

Do you have any idea--

do you have any idea
how arrogant you sound?

And you sound
like a sore loser.

Listen, I don't know
who you made a deal with,

but it's only a matter of time

before it blows up
in your face,

and when it does,

Hop Wei will be
the least of your worries.

The Hop Wei are
the least of my worries.

Ever since Young Jun took over,
he's been doing my work for me.

All I have to do is wait.

- Hmm.
- Hmm.

Ah Sahm.

You don't have
to go down with him.

I mean that.

Don't worry.

I won't.

This man, he was friends
with your husband?

I don't think
Douglas Strickland has friends.

But he convinced Fred to invest
in his construction business

just as the city
was taking off.

And they made
a fortune together.

And now he want your land.

You know,
he used to want me too.

I don't think he ever
got over the rejection.

At least he have good taste.

He can do this?

Don't worry.

Douglas likes
to puff out his chest,

but he knows my lawyers can
tie him up for years.

He'll find another route
for his railroad.

Hey, I won't let anything
happen to our girls.

And what if
he still want you?

I didn't take you
for the jealous type.

Not jealous.

You two make
very handsome couple.

Oh, shut up.

He look like
he make good baby.

Take this back
to your family, okay?

Here you go.
Take it back to your family.

Here you go.

Don't spend it all at once.

All right, take this back
to your mommy, okay?

Hey.

What's going on?

Just helping out a few places
that got hit by the ordinances.

Thank you.

I figure the sooner
they're back up and running,

the better.

Check out
what he gave me, guys.

It's a pipe!

Huh.

Since when
do you smoke a pipe, Hong?

Since right fucking now,
I guess.

- What's up?
- Nothing.

I just thought
we were being careful.

We are.

Muscle and molasses.
That's what we agreed on.

Not flooding the street
with fake chop.

Okay, so you don't want me
roughing up old men,

and you don't want me
giving them money either.

I guess I don't know
what the fuck I'm doing,

- do I?
- That's not what I'm saying.

Oh, really?

'Cause it sounded like
you were calling me out.

Hey, guys, come on.
Take it easy.

I'm not out here
swinging my dick

for no reason, man.

I'm washing the money.

Businesses buy inventory
with the chop that I give them.

Customers buy their shit,

and real money flows
back into our pockets.

And if a few fucking onions
think I'm God's gift,

even better.

Get me?

Fuck, man.

I know you're trying to help,

but let me handle
the big picture shit, all right?

You just make sure
that girl keeps printing.

Because right now,
that's all that matters.

How'd we do today?

Same as yesterday.

I can only go so fast
with six plates.

I thought
you might be hungry.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Those--those are gonna be
some good ones.

I can tell.

These are terrible.

What? No.

Those are the best dumplings
in Chinatown.

Yeah, maybe if you grew up
on a farm.

I did grow up on a farm.

That explains a lot.

You have something
against farms?

No, I have something
against these dumplings.

I gotta get something else.

Well, then I need
to come with you, so...

if there's some top secret
dumpling spot, I need to know.

Okay, suit yourself.

Hmm.

My father used to tell us
this one at bedtime.

Do you know it?

I didn't really have bedtime stories
growing up, you know?

That's Lei Gong,
God of Thunder.

Jade Emperor knew
that he was an angry god.

So he gave him an axe

and taught him
how to conjure thunder.

But the problem was,
when he made his thunder,

the skies got dark
and he couldn't always see

what he was doing.

One day, there was
a young girl named Dianmu

throwing rice into the river.

In his blind rage,

Lei Gong accidentally
struck her down.

He'd killed an innocent girl.

And Jade Emperor was furious.

So he resurrected Dianmu,

making her
this powerful goddess.

And as punishment,
Lei Gong had to marry her

so she could help him.

And she held mirrors
in the sky,

making lightning
so he could see.

And that is why lightning
always comes before thunder.

So it has a happy ending.

- How is that happy?
- Well, think about it.

I mean, a love story. Mm.

She made
the thunder monster better.

Better at killing.

And it's not like she had
a choice in the matter either.

Nobody gets a choice.

Or maybe you just don't like
the choice you made.

I saw you at the riot.

You came in
like some avenging angel.

Here to save us.

But then you come to my shop
with Young Jun to collect,

and...

I realized you're not an angel
or a warrior.

You're just...

Some hatchet man.

Sorry to let you down.

Well,
maybe it's not too late.

For what?

For you
to choose differently.

You sing, you dance

You love to romance

You seem to know
just what it's all about

Ooh, baby, you knock me out

When you roll your eyes,
I seem hypnotized

Everything you do
thrills me through and through

So if that's the way,
then I have to say

I'll always be loving you

You kiss

You smile, and yes

I'll always love you,
but I'm still in doubt

Ooh, baby,
you knock me out

- Is this your room?
- Mm-hmm.

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

Okay, is the pipe authentic
or an affectation?

What's an affectation?

Well, you seem pretty fresh.
How long ago did you cross?

A few months ago.

To be a hatchet man?

No.

I've been in a tong ever since
my father kicked me out.

I was 14.

Where's your family?

My mom was indentured

to a commodore
in the Royal Navy.

He traveled a lot,
so we did too.

After she died,

he didn't have any use for me.

Been on my own ever since.

It must be hard to be alone
in all those places.

It's different for artists,
I think.

We're more accepting than most.

Besides,
you can't be an immigrant

if you never stay in one place.

- Oh, hang on!
- Oh!

Ow.

Leary, I've been waiting
to hear from you.

Did you speak
with Mr. Strickland?

- We spoke.
- And?

Didn't go your way.

What the hell's
that supposed to mean?

Hey! I asked you a question.

Ah, God!

God!

This isn't your house,
you pasty fuck.

It's mine.

And when you're in my house,

you show me
some fucking respect.

Oh, son of a bitch!

I'll have you arrested.

I suppose you need
a cop, then.

Owen, get over here.

What's the problem?

This man attacked me.

Hmm?

Any witnesses?

What do you mean?
Of course there are witnesses.

Mm-mm-mm.

I won't forget this.

That was the intention.

Here you go.

Well, thanks
for walking me home.

You really didn't have to.

No, I--no, I did.

I'm supposed to keep
an eye on you, remember?

Right.

So I guess you gotta
frisk me too, then.

Uh, oh--uh, yeah.

Just--

You're good.

Well, good night, then.

Good night.

Girls are going to bed.

Dinner is all cleaned up.

Just you and me now.

You must be tired.

I am.

But the good kind, you know?

I'm gonna draw a bath, I think.

Mm.

Good idea.

Hey, go to that field.

Get gun.

Go, go!

Huh?

The fields. Go.

Put her down.

Get up, bitch!

Shaw, let's go!
We've been here too long!