Warrior (2019–…): Season 2, Episode 3 - Not How We Do Business - full transcript

Would be a shame to waste that
beautiful hairdo on a corpse.

Hoppy Jack doesn't like
to be kept waiting.

I deliver. I'm not
in a storage business.

If this guy fucks us,

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

We've uphold our end of the
treaty. You're the only one I trust.

Your little truce
with the Hop Wei

is starting to try my patience.

I need chaos. And quickly.

This onion just lied
to your face.

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



Walter Buckley.

The deputy mayor.
What about him?

Insurance.

I paid my debt.

You work for me.

Will this office protect the city's
industries from Leary's thugs?

I can offer you protection.

What can you offer me?

- It's getting harder
for me to make money on you.

The odds on you
have dropped to shit.

Unless you're willing
to throw one?

Yeah, I didn't think so.

These men,

they're nowhere close
to a fighter of your caliber.



If it's money you're after,

I know a place where the purse
is much bigger:

ten times
what you're pulling here.

- Thanks,
but I've got a day job.

- Best fighters
from all over the country.

If you're looking to prove
something to yourself,

there's no better place
to do it.

- You don't know me.

- Stay and have a drink with me.

- I'm sure
you have plenty of company.

- Then I guess
you don't know me either.

- Still taking on all comers,
I see.

Couldn't possibly need the chop,

what with your new molasses
venture with Happy Jack.

Of course you know about that.

- Although if you ask me,

I don't see any version of that
ending well.

- Well, I didn't...

ask you.

- No, I guess you didn't.

I offered it only to
demonstrate you're not as good

at keeping your secrets
as you may think.

For a guy with
as many secrets as you.

- Sorry,
what are you talking about?

- I'm talking about Mai Ling...

Your obsession
with taking her down

and her interest in you.

- Now you've lost me.

- When you got arrested
a few months ago,

it was Mai Ling who paid me
to secure your passage home.

And now you're risking
everything to destroy her.

So that got me thinking.

Who is she to you?

- What's your game, Chao?

- No game.

I just like knowing.

Yeah?

What do you know?

- What I know is,
before it's done,

this thing between you two,

this secret war,
whatever it is...

we're all gonna suffer for it.

- Mai Ling!

This is a rare treat.

If I knew you were coming,

I might have
cleaned up the place.

- I wouldn't
want to put you out.

- Move.

So...

What brings you
to this neck of the woods?

- Well, you can pay me,
for starters.

Based on the opium receipts,
you were short this month.

About $70.

- I charged you
a small service fee.

- For what, exactly?

- Suey Sing
were embarrassing you.

I took care of it.

- I didn't ask you to do that.

- Well, you didn't have to.

That's what makes me
such a valuable partner.

- I expect the money you owe me
by the end of the day.

And the next time
you go against another tong

without consulting me,

I'll consider you
in breach of our agreement.

And you'll find yourself
out of the opium business

just as quickly
as I put you in it.

Are we clear?

- Sure.

Let's drink on it.

Mare's milk.

It's not for everyone.

- Be grateful for your pain.

Means you're still alive.

- Tongs, Penny?

This is beyond the pale,
even for you.

- You made it perfectly clear
the other day

there would be no help
from City Hall.

My men were being attacked.

Factories are being firebombed.

- There are larger things
at stake

than this damn factory!

- Not for me!

I did what I had to do.

- Then I'm sure
you'll understand

when I do what I have to do.

- Are you threatening me,
Samuel?

- If those thugs
aren't gone by tomorrow,

you will leave me no choice
but to pull the city contract,

once and for all.

Get rid of them!

- Good day, Mrs. Blake.

- Your half of the monthly
rent on our properties.

- Something is wrong?

- The police came to see me
at my office the other day.

They had a lot of questions
about Timmons and McCormick.

I managed to put them off,
but...

what if they come back?

- You remember name of police?

- Yeah. One was...

Lee. Officer Lee.

The other was a sergeant.

- O'Hara, yes?

Sergeant Bill O'Hara.

- That's right.

- You no have
to worry about them.

They not be problem.

- How can you be so sure?

- Please.

You must trust.

- I still have nightmares
about that night.

I did for you.

- To protect you.

I always protect partner.

- You were protecting
your own interests.

- Yes.

This American way, no?

- Look at me.

I never hurt you.

- I should get back to work.

- Need something, Officer?

- Exercise.

- You made your point.

Just take it and go.

- Do you have any idea
where he might be, ma'am?

I went by his site.

His foreman said he didn't
come in to work this morning.

- Edgar didn't
come home last night.

To tell you the truth,

I never know
when to expect him anymore.

- Hmm.

- Is he in some kind of trouble?

- No, Mrs. Kellerman.

Well, that is, uh,

this isn't a police matter.

- You're collecting,

for the casino.

See to your sister.

- Edgar owes $40,

and the interest is accruing.

So, ma'am, anything you can
give me in payment, uh...

What the hell are you doing?

- If you can see your way
to giving us

just a little more time...

- Now, cover yourself.

- I made Mr. Damon very happy.

I'll make you happy too.

- Nah,
you misunderstand me, Miss.

- Do I?
- No.

Keep your fucking dress on!

What the hell
do you take me for?

- I take you for a cop
owned by the Chinese.

- I'll be back tomorrow.

Tell Edgar
to have the damn money,

or it's out of my hands.

What's this?

- End of week.

Payday,

plus little extra

for poker tables.

- Put it toward
Edgar Kellerman's debt.

- Not how we do business.

- Well, then,

shove it up your arse.

I'm done.

I mean it this time.

- We see.

- Fuck you.

I've more than paid my debt.

I'm finished...

With you, with all of this.

- Not how we do business, Bill.

- Well,
we're not doing business, Zing.

Get it through that
thick yellow skull of yours.

I am done.

And if you or your men
ever come near me again...

You so much as look
in my direction,

I'll bring
the full fucking force

of the San Francisco
Police Department

down on the Fung Hai.

Do you understand?

- I don't see how you do it,
Nellie,

walking into a ghastly place
like that

with barely any protection.

- Well, thankfully
I have friends in high places

who understand
the importance of the work.

- It's the least we can do,
Nellie,

considering your
generous contributions

to this city's
cultural and political life.

- Personally, I'd prefer
to see you married again.

There, I said it.

Don't you want someone

to share this great big
lonely home of yours with?

- Must a woman be married
to have purpose, Willem?

- I don't understand
the question.

- Mrs. Blake,

does your marriage
give you purpose?

- Marriage means different
things to different people.

It's my work
that gives me purpose.

- Exactly.

And this city
needs more fearless,

enterprising young women
like you.

- For God's sake,
don't encourage her.

- And I suppose there are no
impoverished white women

in this city
worthy of your help?

- We are a nation founded
on such lofty principles.

If we can't do better than this,

then we have failed our charter.

- I can't imagine
your late husband

would have approved of your
frequenting such places.

- Well, I don't see why not.

He himself was
quite familiar with them.

Well, you can all stop
pretending to be shocked.

I was sitting right here

when a constable came
and told me

that Fred had been found dead
in a brothel on Powell.

Of course, I had to go
and see for myself,

and there he was,
naked and alone,

curled up,
dead on this little cot.

The police were
very concerned with

removing the body discreetly,

but I found myself
more concerned with the girls.

Fred had a choice.

He chose

to sodomize a 14-year-old girl

until his heart gave out.

But the girl,

well, she'd had
no choice at all.

I decided that if I was going to

commit my life to anyone,

it would be those poor girls,
and not another man.

Oh.

I certainly don't mean
to paint every man

with the same crooked brush.

I know all of you at this table
are true gentlemen

who would never
debase yourselves like that.

Forgive me, I seem
to have had a little trouble...

Swallowing that.

- How we looking so far?

No fucking way.

Seriously?

At this rate, we're gonna
make up the shortfall in, what,

three months?

- Maybe two,

with the extra chop we're
making guarding the factory.

I can't believe we actually
pulled this shit off.

- Why not?

You've been waiting
your whole life

to start making moves.

- Well, I couldn't have
done it without you.

- Just remember that
when you're running things.

Tell me again.

How did you manage to hook us up

with that duck lady's factory?

Seriously,
that was some lucky shit.

How'd you swing it?

- Uh...

- No.

No fucking way.

You got sticky with that?

A gentleman never tells.

- Where the fuck are my daggers?

You were supposed to
deliver them last night.

- I told your man.

I got wiped out.

The fucking bulls
took everything.

- I place an order,
I want my weapons.

- Well, it's not like
you gave me a down payment.

- Are you saying
you don't trust me?

I'm hurt, Chao.

- Last time your boss
ordered from me,

he didn't pay.

- Is that why
you set him up to die?

You sit here in your bunker
with your little arsenal,

selling to anyone
who walks through that door.

You got no loyalties to anyone.

You think that somehow
makes you better?

Or safer?

- Well,
I don't know about safer.

- Half payment.

The rest when you deliver.

But see, Chao,

now we're in business together.

And when people work for me,

sooner or later,
they only work for me.

- Did you get him to talk yet?

- Quit beatin' your meat, Lee.

- Please tell me you're
getting somewhere with this.

- I've gone through most of
the weapons used by the tong,

and none of them
cut through bone.

Now,

an experienced swordsman
would have better technique,

but I have the benefit
of hitting a stationary target.

- So the swordsman's
not from one of the tongs.

- I can't be a 100% sure,

but I'd wager against it.

A man tends to use the tool
he's most comfortable with.

- Hmm.

What about Patterson?

Anything new there?

- Uh-uh. Not yet.

- What the fuck is this?

- Just trying
to catch a swordsman, Chief.

- This is a police station,

not a fucking butcher shop.

Mind your beat like a real cop,
and take this...

godforsaken thing with you
before it turns.

Christ Almighty!
I'm gonna throw up.

- Um, the missus
wanted me to ask

if you're coming
for dinner tonight.

- Oh, that's very
generous of her,

but I can't let you feed me
every night.

- Hmm. That's what I said.

But, uh,
she's already told the kids,

so you wouldn't want to
disappoint them.

- Oh.

In that case,
what are we having?

Any sections there
you haven't desecrated yet?

- Whoa!

- What the fuck?

- New recruits?

- Welcome.

You must be tired
from your long journey.

Someone will show you
to your room.

We need men who've been vetted,
who we know we can trust.

- This is your big plan?
Chinese hatchets?

- And we need to show
the Six Companies

we've got things under control.

- We wouldn't need to if...

Give us the room.

Seriously?

Get the fuck out!

- You do not talk
to council like that.

- I wouldn't have to
if you showed me any respect.

Now I have to find out

you're bringing in new fighters
like this?

It makes me look like
a fucking idiot!

And we wouldn't have
to beg China for help

if you hadn't let the Long Zii

into the mix in the first place.

- And you wonder
why I didn't tell you.

- You said

I was the only one
you could trust.

Was that just bullshit?

- No.

But trust goes both ways.

And you're still
not smart enough

to know what you don't know.

- You got a light?

- Thanks.

I'm gonna need
a smoke to go with it.

- Mmm.

- Something else
I can help you with?

- Nah. Thanks.

I'm good.

Just happy to be here, you know?

America, man.

How long ago did you cross?

- You're Ah Sahm, right?

I heard you can scrap
like a motherfucker.

You lost in that tournament
to the Long Zii,

but we all gotta lose
sometime, right?

- Shouldn't you
be with your friends?

- They don't actually
like me very much.

- Go figure.

- Fuck 'em.

I'm Hong, by the way.

- Hong.

- Yeah.

- Go away, Hong.

- I need a fucking drink.

- You and me both, brother.

- Who the fuck is this?

- This is, uh...

Hong.

How'd that go?
- Tell you how it went.

- Young Jun.

An honor to meet you.

- What do you want?

- Well, I was wondering
where a guy goes

to get sticky around here.

I've been on the salt
for a month

with a bunch of smelly,
puking onions.

But I'm a good fucking soldier.

I can scrap
with the best of them,

and I'm loyal as shit.

But if I don't get
my cock sucked soon,

I'll be begging you to kill me.

- No one's allowed back here.

- It's amazing
how far you can get

in a roomful of men

with just a wink and a smile.

This is your plan?

- It's just a map.

- Yes, yeah.

With all the factories
that hire coolie labor circled.

Not something you want
the wrong person to see.

- And are you the wrong person?

- It's okay.

I know you like me.

Mm.

Wait.

This isn't gonna end well.

- Well, if that's true...

You're doing it wrong.

Mm.

- Hey.

So you gonna say anything?

- You're a Chinese guy
in America now.

You're gonna find out
pretty soon

you got bigger problems.

You know, considering we both
went upstairs at the same time,

seems like you finished
pretty quickly.

- I finish quick, motherfucker,

but I recover quicker.

Xi Fan was just my warm-up.

- What's wrong?

- Mm.

- We start making moves
behind China's back,

and suddenly they send over
a bunch of soldiers?

I don't like the timing.

- Father Jun sent for them.

He said so himself.

- Yeah, which means
he's talking to China,

which means pretty soon,

he'll find out
we haven't placed an order.

Maybe we should call it off.

- Hey, listen to me.

We just got up and running.

It's working.

This isn't the time
to lose your nerve.

By the time Father Jun
hears anything from China,

we'll be able to show him
the profits.

- I don't know.

I think he already knows
something's up with us.

- Maybe,

maybe not.

But he's a businessman.

And what you are doing
is smart business.

- Ah.

This is a nice place.

I can't tell you guys
how good it feels to be here.

Look, uh...

I was sensing a lot of tension

back there at the house,

and I'm not gonna pretend
to know what's going on.

Maybe you and Father Jun

don't see eye-to-eye
on the future of the tong

or maybe you're just
an angry guy in general or...

- Or maybe
I just don't like you.

- Well, I'm used to that.

Point is, you're Hop Wei

and I'm Hop Wei.

That makes us brothers,
whether you like me or not.

And, brother,
I will dice or die for you.

- Look, it's nothing personal;

we just don't need the help.

Hey.

You coming?

- Oh.

Where are we going?

- So we diced the fuck
out of the Long Zii

a few months back,
had them on their heels.

Could've finished them off, too,

but Mai Ling made a deal
with the Fung Hai:

molasses for muscle.

- So it's true.

The Fung Hai are still around.

- Shh.

There.

- That's the Fung Hai,

with the shit
all over their face?

- Yeah.

- What the fuck is he doing?

Is it just me, or is this onion
a little bit off?

- I don't know, but...

I'm kind of starting
to like him.

- Wait.

I want to see this.

- So, the new guy's crazy.

- We can work with crazy.

- Usually I like to handle
these things myself.

But this is a unique situation.

Considering all the business
we've done together

and the fact that the alliance

between the Long Zii
and Fung Hai,

along with
your newfound prosperity,

was achieved in some small part
with my assistance,

I figured I could rely on you
to help me settle this.

- What can I do?

- I don't want Zing
anywhere near my shop.

He's bad for business.

Frankly, I wouldn't deal with
him at all

if he wasn't aligned with you.

- But he is.

- You're his bread and butter.
He'll listen to you.

- You took the order.
Just fill it.

- I took the order from you,
not him.

I don't need his business,
and I don't like his threats.

- Be thankful for your pain,
Chao.

It means you're still alive.

- Unlike the Suey Sing tong.

This isn't only about my pain.

Did you know that
less than an hour ago,

some of your Fung Hai partners

got into a drunken scrap
with the Hop Wei?

The Hop Wei are itching
for you to break the treaty.

It won't take much of a leap
for them to decide

the Fung Hai
have done it for you.

- Thank you, Chao.

- Thank you for your time.

- You disapprove.

- Chao has been a valuable
associate for many years.

- To every tong.

- Long Zii believed in loyalty.

- And look where that got him.

- So, your plan is, what,

to keep blowing up factories

until they stop
hiring coolie labor?

- No one at the top
seems to care.

We'll keep hitting 'em
from the bottom till they do.

- If you want change...
Lasting change...

You gotta be in the room
where it happens.

You know, City Hall,
uh, the state senate.

- This may come as a shock
to you, Miss Mercer,

but they don't just let
men like me into those rooms.

Shame.

I would kill to see their faces
if you showed up.

I am sorry about your friends.

The workingmen?

It must be terrible.

Are you ever sorry you came?

To America, I mean.

- We've a ways to go,
but believe it or not,

it's still better here.

- It's funny.

Uh, people come here
from all over the world

in search of a better life.

And all I've ever wanted to do
is escape.

- You've got nothing
to complain about.

- I know.

- You know?

What do you know?

I've seen whole villages
wiped out by famine.

You know anything about that?

What it feels like
to hear your brothers

in the middle of the night,
crying because

they haven't had anything
solid to eat in a week?

Then waking up one morning
to find that they've passed?

And the shame

in realizing
you're actually more relieved

than anything else.

You know?

- You know how Soo Han
makes it taste so good?

He marinates his noodles

in a mixture
of brine and cow's blood.

Only when the broth reaches
its optimal flavor does...

- Chao.

It's soy sauce.

- You know what your problem
is, Li Yong?

You have no imagination.

I heard the Suey Sing
were slaughtered like animals.

- You know me better than that.

- I do.

Still...

how bad does it have to get?

- I'll kill him first.

- Even if you did,

the Fung Hai
would come after you,

and Mai Ling
would be forced to retaliate,

back and forth, on and on,

each of you
grinding the other down

until the Hop Wei swoop in
and finish you both off.

I'm guessing
you have a better idea.

- What if there was another way
to solve our little problem...

One that didn't require
starting a war?

So he's standing
right there in the bullpen,

and he's hacking away
at this giant slab of beef,

and there's blood
oozing all over the floor.

- Right there at your desk?
- Yes, ma'am.

- And he's going at it
with these weapons, you know...

You'll wake the babies.

- And Flannagan comes in,
and he goes,

"You're not gonna catch a killer

turning my precinct
into a butcher shop!"

- That man's a pill.

God bless him.

Leave it. You help me enough

keeping an eye
on this idiot all day.

I feel a lot better knowing

you're out there with him,
believe me.

- Sure, because I was
completely helpless

for the first
20 years of my career.

- Finally, he admits it.

- Well, in that case, uh,

I think I'll take off,
leave you folks be.

- Yeah, it's getting late.

- Dinner was delicious,
as usual, Lucy.

But, uh...

To tell you the truth,

I'm, uh...

starting to feel like
I'm imposing.

- You should consider yourself
family by now.

We certainly do.

- Thank you, ma'am.

- Straight home, you hear me?

And, uh, try to get
some sleep for a change.

Well, after that dinner,
won't be a problem.

Good night, Ethan.

- Good night.

- Ethan. Dishes.

Ethan!

- Yeah?

- Now.

- Finish those up now.

- Molly's asleep, finally.

I hope Richard was
able to relax tonight.

- He must have.
He left his notebook.

Do you know how relaxed
he'd have to be to leave this?

He's practically married to it.

- Well, it'll keep for a night.

I'll finish those.

Off to bed with ya. Night.

- Your mother'll be up
to tuck you in.

- Night.

- Don't forget
to say your prayers.

- All right, Dad.

Jesus, Lee.

- Da?

- Didn't I tell ya to...

Whatever he wants,

I'll do it.

Wait.

Listen to me.

He is just a boy.

No! No, no!

Run!

Ethan!

Ethan.

I've had nothing before,

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

You're lying to me,
and we both know it.

This sort of violence
cannot be tolerated.

America, land of opportunity.

No one would miss you
if you disappeared.

They want blood.

Turning against your own people.
That's no smart thing.