All language subtitles for Warrior_S02E04_If You Dont See Blood, You Didnt Come to Play.English (CC)

[engine revs]

[suspenseful music]

[shutters banging]

[wheels clattering]

Christ.
Everyone all right?

Scared, but alive.
You alone?

-The boys are
on their way.
-Let's go, lads.

You'll be safe at
your sister's for a while
till I get this sorted.

[grunts]

Hey, boy,
come here.

Good lad.
Here you go.

You'll be okay, love.

I promise.

They came to
our home, Bill.

-Why would
they do that?
-I don't know,

but none of that
matters now.

The kids,
they need you.

You understand?
They need you strong.

You're right.

We need to leave.

We need to get
as far from you
as possible.

-Hey, hey--
-Don't.

You did this.

You brought
this here...

to our children.

[baby fusses]

I just killed a man.

Lucy--

You made me
a murderer.

[somber music]

Hey.

Hey, Ethan,
come here.

Come here.

Hey, you take care
of your ma, yeah?

-Yeah.
-Yeah?

And your brothers
and sisters.

Okay.

Be a good boy.

Yeah.

Hey, don't...

[Ethan] I've got
him, Dad.

I'll send for you.

Don't.

-Don't stop,
not for anything.
-Hiyah!

I thought you
quit gambling.

I did.

Then why were
the Fung Hai here?

[breathes heavily]

The fuck are
you looking at?

Yeah, it's one
thing to start a fight
in Chinatown,

but here,
it doesn't make
any sense.

Do I look like a
chink mind reader?

I don't know
what the fuck
they were thinking.

You're lying to me,

and we both know it.

But even if you didn't
owe me the truth,

which God
knows you do,

we just killed
three of their men.

They're gonna
keep coming.

If this is
about money,

then maybe I can
help you out.

I was working
for them.

Working for who?

The Fung Hai.

[dramatic music]

Collecting.

They had me by
the fucking balls.

I couldn't...

They threatened
my family.

I had to
protect them.

H-how long has this
been going on?

I don't know.

A couple of months.

The night they
attacked me...

They were sending
me a message.

Listen--

Fuck.

Lee.

Hey!

[panting]

You get away
from me!

[dramatic spaghetti
western music]

[blade swishes]

[ragtime piano
music playing]

-So what do you think?
-I think maybe we made
a wrong turn somewhere.

Hey, watch it!

So why are
we here, exactly?

You hounded my
sister for weeks

for permission to call
on me, didn't you?

-Yes, of course, but--
-So this is where
I want to go.

[glass breaks]

-All right.
-You gonna buy me
a drink or not?

Two beers!

So, um...

Penny tells me
you were quite
the athlete.

-There you are.
-Played rugby at Yale.

-Full back.
-Ooh.

Kind of a vicious
game, isn't it?

Yeah, well,
like my coach
always said,

if you don't see
blood, you didn't
come to play.

[laughs]

And your father?

Wasn't he worried
you'd ruin that pretty
face of yours?

Well, it might
surprise you to learn

I don't do everything
my father says.

That would
surprise me.

Cheers.

[coughs]

You're a very
unusual woman.

So tell me, Spencer,

do you still enjoy
the sight of blood?

[laughs]

[fighters grunting]

Isn't there some
kind of referee?

God, no. Where's
the fun in that?

Well, how do they
know when it's over?

Ooh! [grunts]

It's over.

[crowd cheering]

Miss Mercer?
Back so soon?

I was thirsty.

And my date was
hoping to go a few
rounds in the ring.

She's joking,
of course.

Uh, Spencer Thornhill.

Pleased to meet you.

Dylan Leary.

You a fan of
the fights, then?

I enjoy a good bout.

Without rules,
it's not really
a sport, is it?

I don't know.

You get rid of
those rules,

you wind up with
something more honest,

like nature intended,

and find out
what kind of
a man you are,

or if you're even
a man at all.

-I suppose. I mean,
I hadn't really con--
-Tell me, Mr. Thornhill,

do you ever know
the sweet pain

of slamming your
knuckles against
another man's skull,

feeling the warm
wetness of his blood

running down
your fist?

Because I tell
you what.

You could spend
your whole life fucking

and not know a
pleasure like that.

It's getting late.

We should go.

I'll stay a while,
if it's all the
same to you.

I should see
you home.

Don't worry,
I can find my own
way back.

I'm sure you can.

[smacking
and grunting]

[moody guitar music]

[sighs]

[both panting]

Everyone needs
clean clothes,

and the location
we've chosen
off Clay Street

would be the first
business encountered
by ducks

coming north from
Portsmouth Square.

-And my loan of...
-$300.

Would do
what exactly?

Help us buy supplies,
hire employees.

I mean,
given the business
we anticipate,

we'll need to work
in shifts to keep up.

It seems you've
thought of everything.

I'll give you $1,000.

[uneasy music]

That's more than
generous, Mai Ling,

but we don't
need that much.

And I don't
need a one-time
interest payment

on an
insignificant loan.

My $1,000 is
an investment,

and in exchange
for 40% of your
monthly revenue,

you'll receive
protection,

a guarantee that
no harm will come
to your business,

as well as
the opportunity to
expand operations

when the time
is right.

We were just asking
for a small advance.

And instead,
you got a partner.

I'd say that's
quite a result.

My men will
make arrangements.

Congratulations
on the new venture.

I told Liu Wei
we could give
him a loan...

not a buyout.

The more legitimate
businesses we own,

the less risk we
expose ourselves to.

We are warriors,

not washers.

We are whatever
we need to be
to survive.

One day,
the duck government

may decide to put
an end to the tongs,

and if all of our eggs
are in this basket,

we'll be left
with nothing.

I've had
nothing before,

and I've sacrificed
too much

to ever have
nothing again.

[Stone] They attack
Big Bill in his own
fucking home.

If we don't
answer in kind,

none of us who wear
the blue is safe.

[policemen
muttering angrily]

[Stone] We go in
like thunder,

and we don't stop

until every one of
those slant-eyed fucks

is coughing blood.

[policemen chattering]

Pardon, Bill,

but that fancy
little fucker, Chao,
is at your desk.

Says it's important.

[O'Hara] Chao, this
is not a good time.

[Chao] Sergeant,
I hear about Fung Hai.

Your family,
they are safe?

I doubt you came
all the way down here

to check on
my kids, Chao.
What do you want?

You cannot
attack Fung Hai,
not today.

And why the fuck not?

They expect attack.

Also, you want Zing.
He not there.

Then where
the fuck is he?

This is not the day
to play games
with me, Chao.

If you have
something to say,
say it.

You look
for swordsman.

Zing.

Maybe he is
this swordsman.

Is he?

Good for you
if he is, no?

Hmm.

[quiet string music]

Good for you
too, I imagine.

Good for everyone.

Saying it and
proving it are two
different things.

Let Chao handle
proof. Two days.

I send you word.
You come with police.

Two days?

I'll be lucky
if I can get them to
wait for two hours.

They want blood,
and so do I.

You'll get your
blood. Two days.

Then you'll also get
your swordsman.

And what do you
get out of it?

All my weapons.

Everything your
police take.

We'll talk about
that if you deliver.

No talk.

Weapons now,

or no Zing.

I take big risk, Bill.

I need to know
you be there.

Do we have
deal or not?

[gentle guitar music]

Here, thought you
might be hungry.

Ravenous.
Someone kept me
up all night.

So, um...

why haven't you
targeted my
sister's factory?

Is it because of me?

You have a mighty
high opinion
of yourself.

I think just
high enough.

Let me tell you
something about
me, then,

as long as
we're sharing.

If I let my feelings
get in the way of
what needs doing,

I'd be rotting
in a grave back
in Ireland.

You didn't answer
my question.

Word is, your sister
has chink gangsters
guarding her place.

There are plenty
other targets that
won't cost me men,

but don't you worry.

As long as she
continues to feed
this plague,

Mercer Steel
is on the list.

You could just say
you like me, you know.

Thanks for breakfast.

Hey, Hong...

Is it true,
what they say
about duck dick?

Long, white, skinny
like a chicken leg.

[laughs]

Any cock would
look long

next to your
little knob, Shan.

Yeah?

I bet you'd still
suck it, though.

You seem
very interested
in cock, Shan.

What?

Just saying.

Shut the
fuck up, Hong.

So Hong likes
cock, huh?

Oh, yeah,

in every
fucking hole.

[laughter]

He's like
a swordfighter!

[laughter]

You fuck with him,

you're fucking
with me,

and it would be
a very bad idea
to fuck with me.

Get me?

That goes for all
you salty fucks.

What the fuck
is going on here?

Breakfast.

We know which
tong it was,

and we're planning
an appropriate
response,

by which I mean
we're gonna
wipe them

-off the goddamn map.
-Yes, of course.

-This sort of violence
cannot be tolerated.
-[door clatters open]

Sergeant O'Hara,
the chief was just
filling us in

on the details of
your assault.

Thank God
you're okay.

Our thoughts and
prayers are with
you and your family.

Thank you,
Mr. Mayor.

Are your men ready?

I gave the order
to stand down.

I just got word
from an informant

that the Fung Hai
are expecting
retaliation.

We'd be walking
into a fucking trap.

We won't be
intimidated by a pack
of goddamn chinks.

We're the San
Francisco Police,
for fuck's sake.

With all due respect,
sir, you don't know
this tong like I do.

They're happy to die
as long as they take
a few of us with them.

Any hesitation
will be seen
as weakness

on the part of
this administration.

Think of the headlines.

I'm thinking of my men
and their families.

What will your damn
headlines say when
we lose ten cops?

We wait a couple of days.

The Fung Hai will
lower their guard.

Then we go in hard
and clean house.

I see.

Well, you're our man
in Chinatown.

I assume you
know best.

Keep us posted
as the situation
develops, Sergeant.

You're gonna have
to address this.

-I just did.
-I mean with
your constituents.

The ranking officer
of the Chinatown squad

was attacked in
his own home.

How you react now
will define your
tenure as mayor.

There's no political
upside to standing
by the Chinese,

not anymore.

Jesus Christ.

What a mess.

Between you and me,
Senator Crestwood
is growing concerned

with your soft
position on
this issue.

He knows about
your wife's factory,

and when he finds
out about this...

How does the senator
know about my wife?

God damn you,
Buckley.

I felt the need
to tell him

before he found
out on his own,
for your sake.

-[laughs]
-He already staked
his position.

If you don't
follow suit,

he'll almost
certainly back a
candidate who does.

[tense music]

You're just a few
months away from
the election.

[cheers
and applause]

Ah Toy.

I've heard so
much about you.

It feels like
we've already met.

I've heard a lot
about you,
too, Mai Ling.

Then you do
know who I am.

Of course.

Everyone does.

Most of them
offer a greeting
when they see me.

Everyone but you.

Have I offended
you somehow?

Or maybe you
just think you're
better than me.

Of course not.

I was distracted
by the exhibition.

Please accept
my deepest apologies.

I meant no disrespect.

I'm relieved
to hear it.

Enjoy your day.

An attack on one
of our policemen,

in his own home,
no less,

is an attack
on all of us,

an attack on law
and order itself.

For too long,

the Chinese have
taken advantage
of our goodwill.

For too long,
they've flouted
our laws

and endangered
our children.

I have long championed
the economic advantages
of immigration,

but the simple fact is,

the citizens of
San Francisco
must come first.

Americans
must come first,

which is why
I'm conducting a
thorough review

of the city's
labor laws...

to insist on proper
and comprehensive
enforcement

and to ensure
that we put good
American men

back to work.

-Thank you, gentlemen.
-[reporters clamoring]

You don't trust me?

You drive
a hard bargain.

I just want to make
sure you're not
still negotiating.

Your men earned it.

There haven't been
any more attacks.

In fact, Leary's
thugs haven't
shown their faces

since you started.

So...

How are you
these days?

Uh, you know,
same old shit.

I wasn't sure you'd
ever fully recover
after that fight.

Is this really
what you want
to be doing?

Not forever.

I've got
bigger plans.

Really?

Like what?

[Ah Sahm]
Building something
for myself,

same as you.

You haven't
changed at all.

You have.

But you're
still... you.

[tender music]

[door opens]

Mrs. Blake.

Oh, sorry.

I didn't know
you had company.

That's perfectly
all right.

This gentleman is from
the Chinese Business
Association.

He helped to
provide the security

that's been protecting
our workers.

Nice to meet you.

Thank you for you pay.

Goodbye.

Yes, goodbye.

[moody music]

Stay here.

You get around,
don't you, chink?

One day,
you're a coolie,

the next,
a hatchet man.

America:

land of opportunity.

For Americans.

You'll never
fucking be one.

The sad thing is,

you chinks
don't see it.

It doesn't matter
what fancy fucking
suits you wear,

or even if you can
speak English.

You don't belong here.

Your kind never will.

Okay. Good talk.

But if you keep
taking our jobs--

Do I look like I want
your fucking job?

[dramatic
musical tone]

If you're so
damn American...

[tense music]

...maybe you should
ask your people

why they keep
fucking you over
to hire us.

[dramatic
western music]

Maybe it's you that
doesn't belong here.

[hatchets ring]

Come on.

You know you want to.

What's your name?

Ah Sahm.

You and me,

we have some
unfinished business,
Ah Sahm.

Well, when
you're ready,

come and find me.

I'll be the chink
in the fancy
fucking suit.

[uneasy music]

Miss Davenport.

I was surprised
to hear from you
so soon.

Is this our girl?

Pai Lin.

[speaking Cantonese]
Don't be scared.

Come on.

She wish to
leave with you.

[speaking Cantonese]
Hello.

Why the change
of heart?

No change.

I told you,

I force no one.

My girls only stay
if they choose.

Because they believe
there is nothing better
out there for them.

Because I take
care of them.

[speaking Cantonese]
You will be safe with her.

What?

I wish I understood
you better.

I wish too.

One day, maybe.

Where you take her?

I have some
land in Sonoma,
a vineyard.

You make her work?

It's not what
you imagine.

The girls work the
land they live on

so they can
build something
of their own,

so they can
find a connection
with this place.

It's not perfect,
but it's honest.

Why don't you
come with us?

Come to... Sonoma?

Yes.

So you can see
it for yourself.

We open soon.

Too much work.

Tomorrow
morning, then.

Please?

[speaking Cantonese]
I want to show you that

these girls can live
a happy life.

I hear you gave quite
the statement today.

It was well received.

I expect Senator
Crestwood and the
labor movement

will announce their
support for my
reelection imminently.

Meanwhile,
you've alienated
the industrialists

who backed your
first campaign.

-How do you suppose
they'll respond?
-They'll adapt,

just like the
rest of us.

Or they might
say you've broken
your promise

to your constituents,

lied, even, and call
for your head.

And you,

who were
so concerned

with the dignity of
the Chinese immigrant,

now exploits him
for cheap labor.

I'm not looking
for a fight, Samuel.

[chuckles]

I'm trying to
warn you.

Merriweather
and his cronies

have been talking
about fielding
a new candidate,

someone who they feel
can navigate these
issues in their favor.

And they've sent you
to work on me.

Nobody sent me.

You think because
you're running
a factory,

you're suddenly
a baron?

Do you know what
they see when
they look at you?

A deluded woman...

who inherited
a company
that functions

only because
her husband
is the mayor.

You bastard.

I can run that
company as well
as any man.

We'll soon find out.

I'm pulling the
cable car contract.

As of this moment,
Mercer Steel will
conduct no business

with the City
of San Francisco.

[somber music]

Go run your
company now, dear.

You can't do that.

What I can't do
is have a wife

who contradicts
my policies.

I just took a strong
position against
the Chinese,

and I intend
to stand by it.

No, I mean you
actually can't do that.

Have you even
read the contract?

Any cancelation
of signed
purchase orders

will not only leave
you responsible for
payment in full,

it will incur
penalties as well.

It will cost you more
to pull my contract
than to see it through.

You sought
legal counsel.

Yes.

Perhaps you should
do the same.

Why's that?

To protect
your interests.

One never knows
what kind of evidence
might come to light

in a public lawsuit,

what other kinds
of Chinese labor

the mayor may
be exploiting
in his free time.

Trouble in paradise?

Where have you been?

Spencer Thornhill
sent his regards
this morning.

-Ah.
-Apparently,
he saw you off

rather early
last night.

What on Earth
were you thinking,

dragging him to
The Banshee Pub?

I was thinking
a few stiff drinks

might make him
more tolerable.

The Banshee
is no place for
a girl like you.

[scoffs]

And what kind
of girl is that?

Sophie.

Do you think
you're better
than the Irish?

Is that why you
won't hire them
at the factory?

Of course not.
I can't afford them.

There is enough
marble in this house

to pay for hundreds
of American workers.

This is
Samuel's house.

Everything you
see here is his,

not mine, not yours.

You and I have nothing
without that factory.

I never asked
you to run
Daddy's business,

just as I never
asked you

-to marry that walrus!
-Lower your voice.

You two deserve
each other.

You know that?

You sit here in
this ivory tower

talking about
poor people

like they're
a different species.

Yeah, you make your
sympathetic noises,

but you don't really
care about them,

only what they
can do for you.

You entitled
little bitch.

You've never worked
a day in your life,

never finished
a single thing
you started.

Who are you helping?

How are you
making the world
a better place,

other than offering
your unsolicited
judgment

to those of us who
are actually trying?

You have the
nerve to look down
your nose at me.

You do nothing.

You contribute nothing!

[uneasy music]

[scoffs]

Yes, go...

to The Banshee Pub,

or wherever it is
you spend your nights

feeling so
goddamn superior.

-[door clanks]
-Nichols!

You're sprung.
[bangs on door]

By who?

Well, if it isn't
my guardian angel.

I suppose I should
say thanks.

I was concerned when
you didn't show up
to our meeting.

I had a small
misunderstanding

with a rather
large man.

I don't recall
what the argument
was about,

but the good news is,
I'm pretty sure
I made my point.

Is this something
I can expect often?

Bailing you out?

Well, define "often."

I hired you
to do a job.

[laughs] A job no
detective worth a shit
would even consider.

Something tells me
you hired a drunk
with debts for a reason.

Maybe it's because
no one would miss you
if you disappeared.

That's not true.

The people I owe money
would miss me plenty.

If you can't deliver,

I'll need to make
other arrangements.

Your man Buckley
is no fool.

He covers his tracks.

But I'm working
an angle,

just need a little
more time.

And money,
I'm guessing.

Gonna need to
take a little trip,

make sure this
thing pans out.

What is it?

Apparently,
there's a photograph,

and if it's what
they say it is,

it'll be money
well spent.

I'll drop you at
the train station.

-Sophie,
I'm busy now.
-I know.

I can help.

Give us a minute.

[indistinct chatter]

What are you
doing here?

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

I told you,
Mercer Steel isn't
our first choice.

It's a small
supply tunnel.

The guards won't
be watching it

because they don't
know about it.

We can go in
that way.

What's this
"we" business?

It's my plan.

I'm coming with you.

We'll check
out the tunnel.

You don't have
to check it out.
I know where it is.

We can go tonight.

Do you always
get your way

making demands
like God on high?

Not every time,
but I play the odds.

Ah.

Listen.

I can see you're going
through something,

but turning against
your own people,
that's no small thing.

You'll pay
a price for it.

So because
I'm not Irish,

I can't fight for
what's right?

Are you sure
you're not Irish?

Okay.

Tell me about
this tunnel.

[hubbub]

Cheers.

[gentle music playing]

Officer Lee,
it's good to
see you.

Is this a
business matter?

Uh, no, ma'am.

Nothing official.

Very good.

We have all kind
of girl here.

Take very good
care of you.

I'm...

I'm not here
for that.

You have pain?

Yes.

You come with me.

[quiet music]

Sit down, please.

Don't worry, Officer.

You're safe here.

We take pain away.

I didn't know
the cop went for
the sweet stuff.

-He a regular?
-Not yet.

What are we celebrating?

I'm about to
do something
incredibly stupid.

Congratulations.

[glasses clink]

Need me to talk
you out of it?

Actually, I need
your help.

You're right.

This is stupid.

Zing will know
it was you.

I want him to.

-Chao--
-Zing will be
dead or worse

-when the bulls are
through with him.
-And then what?

We all go back to
business as usual?

I'm doing
you a favor.

I thought
you'd see that.

Is it really a favor
if it's designed
to benefit you too?

That's the best kind.

And in return,
I'd ask one of you.

-Why am I
not surprised?
-It's not for me.

It's something
I should've done
a long time ago.

[somber music]

[man laughing]

Hannah?

Go!

I used to play
in these tunnels
as a girl.

My father hated it.

How much further?

There's a staircase
up ahead.

That leads to
a storeroom just off
the factory floor.

How do you know
the chinks won't
be watching?

Because there's
nothing there
to watch.

All right, every
100 feet, yeah?

If you see the
chinks coming,

you cut bait,
and you run.

-Right.
-Right.

Right.

-[grunts]
-Fuck!

[dramatic music]

[men yelling]

-You all right?
-I think so.

-Good girl.
-Look out!

[bone crunches, man screams]

[meaty thuds]

All right,
come here.

[somber music]

You and Dax need
to get out of here.

Do you understand?
We don't have
much time. Okay?

Sophie, are
you listening?

What about him?

He's gone.

He's gone.

I'll be right
behind you, okay?
All right?

Okay. Go, go,
go, go.

-Go.
-Hey, come on.

Quick.

Go, go. Quick.

[panting]

[grunts]

[roars]

Run!

[yells]

[explosion]

[explosions]

[high-pitched ringing]

[Leary, muffled]
Sophie! You all right?

Sophie! Sophie!

Are you all right?
Sophie?

[melancholy music]

[breathes raggedly]

[man rapping
in Cantonese]

[engine revs]