Warrior (2019–…): Season 3, Episode 5 - Whiskey and Sticky and All the Rest Can Wait - full transcript

- Go!
- Come on, let's move it!

- Come on, come on!
- Let's go, come on!

- Move it, let's go!

- You, I said, get out!

Get out!

- Hurry up. Let's go!

- No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no!

- No Chinese!

American. American.

Born in San Francisco.

- You hear that? This one
says he's not a chink.



- American. Born
in San Francisco.

Yeah?

- You're a regular
Abraham Lincoln.

- Get the fuck back in line.

- The police will
not let us see her.

They won't even tell us
what she is charged with.

I would like to approach
the Six Companies.

- No.

- They have friends
at City Hall.

- The Six Companies
will not help us,

and I don't blame them.

Mai Ling invested that money
without our permission.

Her recklessness
has left us weak.

- What are you saying?



- Perhaps the tong
is best served

leaving Mai Ling where she is.

- Be careful, Wu Jin.

- Put your feelings aside.

You can't deny
she's led us astray.

- Excuse me.

- Li Yong, wait.

Hey.
- You agree with them?

- I would never go against
you. You know that.

But I see their side.

Did you know she was
investing with the ducks?

- I knew she was considering it.

- Do you know how
much she gave them?

1/3 of the tong's cash reserves.

I assume she would
have consulted with you

over a major investment,
so did everyone else,

which makes you complicit.

I'm new here, so I see
things with fresh eyes.

And I can't help but
wonder how things would be

with a leader who
served the tong

and not the other way around.

- This deportation center marks
a bold new era in our city,

one in which we will
no longer tolerate

the damage being
done to our society

by the lawless encroachment
of the Chinese.

Murder, prostitution,
and slave labor

have gone unchecked
for too long.

Through the efforts of my office

and the San Francisco
Police Department,

we will put these
criminals and interlopers

where they belong,
not on our streets,

but on boats back
to whence they came.

As mayor, I will
work hand in hand

with the governor to ensure
that the Exclusion Act passes.

Together, we will restore
America to her former glory

and bring prosperity to the
honest, hardworking citizens

who built this great
country of ours.

- Can we count on your vote?

- Excellent speech, sir.

- If only the crowd
shared your enthusiasm.

- Well, more bad
news, I'm afraid.

Thayer played it
better than we thought.

The press is eating it up.

- I can read.

- Sir, even with the
Irish vote behind you,

it's starting to
pose a real threat.

- In that case, I suggest
you do something about it,

or I will find someone who can.

- If I don't weigh in,
what are you worried about?

- Are you kidding?

I count a dozen bulls, and
that's just on the outside.

- We've taken on bulls before.

- Not in their turf.

We could be walking
into anything.

- So we buy them off.

- No, Chao says
these guys report

to the new police chief.

They won't deal
with the Chinese.

- Look, the next boat
leaves in two days.

We've got to do something now.

- I know.

We just need to find a way in.

- That's pretty nasty, huh?

You get used to it, sort of.

- Do I know you?
- No.

No, it's just, you're the
leader of the Hop Wei.

It's an honor, you know?

- Hey, easy with that shit.

Come here.

What's your name?
- Sicheng, sir.

- You can call me Young Jun, OK?

How long you been here, Sicheng?

- A couple weeks.

But I hear a bunch of us are
getting shipped out soon.

- People are busting out
of here though, right?

- I've seen a few try.

These bulls, they're
not messing around.

You try to run for
it, death sentence.

The Hop Wei gonna bust you out?

- They'll tear this fucking
place apart if they have to.

- Look, my friends and I
got some bunks staked out.

And we even got some tobacco.

Safety in numbers, right?

- I could use a fucking smoke.

Oh, thank you, Sicheng.

Mm.

Anyone got a light?

Just my luck.

- That's the thing about luck.

You could have it for years,

and then one day,
it just runs out.

You don't remember me, do you?

My father was a tailor.

He owned a shop on Grand Street.

- I remember.

He had all those
silk handkerchiefs.

- Yeah, yeah, he even made
some suits for the Hop Wei.

Then my grandparents
got really sick.

You know, we had to send more
money than usual back to China.

He couldn't pay the Hop Wei.

They busted up his shop.

- Listen, man, I don't
know anything about that.

- Zhang Yong's family
paid their life savings

for protection against
the bull raids.

The problem is,
they didn't get any.

The tongs turned Jinhai's
restaurant into an opium den.

And Qing's brother was
killed in a turf war.

He's nine years old.

You know, in here, Hop
Wei doesn't mean shit.

We're all just cargo,

waiting to get shipped
across the salt.

So what's one less onion?

Agh!

Ahh!

- Shit, you trying to give me
a heart attack or something?

Right, OK, well, I
haven't seen her myself,

but they've got her in holding.

- Buckley.

- You know what he wants.

I get it.

Will he hold up his end
and let her go, right?

That's a gamble, my friend.

- Get her out.

- Whatever you say, boss.

- Did you do this?
Is this your work?

- Sorry, tight
quarters back here.

- Go easy. He
doesn't understand.

- I think he
understands just fine.

Sir?

Are you OK, sir?

- Who are you?

- Sir, is everything OK, sir?

What do you want?

- I apologize for
the ruckus, ma'am.

We just need to ask
you a few questions.

This your father's shop?

Anyone ever ask
you to print money?

- Money?

- We're investigating
these bills.

We think someone might be
printing them for the tongs.

He prints sign, paper, no money.

Father good man.

Want no trouble.

See? Sick.

This upset make
more sick, more bad.

- I think we're barking
up the wrong tree here.

- I'm inclined to agree.

- Thank you for
your time, ma'am.

Sorry about the mess.

- This moment requires
a certain moral clarity,

which Thayer's soft
populism can't accommodate.

You don't agree?

Walter, I do wish you'd
share your troubles with me.

I'm quite clever.

Maybe I could help.

- My campaign is faltering.

Thayer is gaining traction,

and the election
is mere weeks away.

- He has a
substantial war chest.

Perhaps we could
court new donors.

- It's not about the funds.

Campaigning doesn't
come naturally to me.

I've always preferred
the back office work,

steering men like
Blake from the shadows.

- But you're much too
smart and ambitious

to be some blowhard's fixer.

You've paid your dues.

This is your time.

- I always saw the man
in front as a fool,

a puppet.

And now that man is me.

- Walter,

there is nothing foolish

about wanting something

and risking
everything to have it.

I'm sorry. Did I overstep?

- No, it's not you.

I haven't been with
anyone in a long time.

- I promise...

You have everything
I could ever want.

- Hey.
- You're late.

- Sorry.

Things have been
a little hectic.

- Yeah.

The secret service
was at my shop.

They were questioning my father.

- Did they find anything?

- No, no, they
didn't go upstairs.

But you need to
move those plates.

What if they come back?
- Yeah.

- What my father finds them?
- OK, OK, OK.

I'm working on
it, but the bulls,

they're all over us.

Hey, I'll talk to Chao,
try and find a place.

- Ah Sahm, I don't know how
much longer I can do this.

- Hey, I'm not gonna let
anything happen to you.

- You can't promise me that.

- I would be lying if I
said it didn't bring me

a great deal of pleasure
to see you like this.

- I take it you
received the package.

- Your Pinkerton
was quite discreet.

Still, I cannot
emphasize enough how much

I dislike being blackmailed.

- Well, you can't blame
a girl for trying.

- I suppose leverage
is hard to come by,

especially for a Chinese whore.

But it does lead me to
wonder if our arrangement

has run its course.

Perhaps I should still
have you deported now

that you're of no use to me.

- I wouldn't say that.

You still have an
election to win.

From what I've read in the
paper, you're trailing.

I can be a very powerful ally.

- We just arrested
the heads of two

of Chinatown's biggest
gangs in a single night.

The press will make quite
a meal of that, believe me.

- Who else did you arrest?

- The head of the Hop
Wei, who will be deported

before the week is out.

- Wait, Mr. Buckley.

- I already know what
you're going to say.

With both leaders gone,
there will be a power vacuum.

And if I don't fill it with you,

I will be left with
chaos on the streets.

- Not chaos.

War.

- And you can prevent this?

- As long as it serves
both of our purposes.

- And then?

- And then I will
crush the Hop Wei,

take their businesses, and
we will share the spoils.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, buddy.

OK, just tell us, how many
guards and how many guns?

- I don't like this
any more than you.

But my friend here, he's
built a little different.

He can go all night.

- I already told
you, there's no way

you chinks are getting in there.

- And I told you,
that's the wrong answer.

- Enough!

- Hey, hey! Let the boy go!

- Sergeant!
- Go, go!

- Sergeant O'Hara, stand down.

- So this is what we do now,

separate mothers
from their children.

- We enforce the law.

There were more than a
dozen Chinese squatting

in a domicile that
was zoned for four.

- These are not criminals,
for fuck's sake.

They're just regular families.

- What about this
situation seems regular

to you, Sergeant?

Because what I see
are a bunch of people

crammed together like
vermin spreading disease.

And it is my job,
as it is yours,

to clean this mess up.

- That boy was two
or three years old.

What happens to him when
his mother is put on a boat?

- He'll get taken to a
nice Christian orphanage.

And then, when his mother
goes back to China,

she goes with a clear
message to those who left yet

that there is nothing
for them here.

- I didn't sign
up for this shit.

None of us did.

- Sergeant O'Hara,

I have been more than
patient with you so far.

But if you are unwilling
to execute your duties,

then maybe you don't
belong here anymore.

- You're goddamn right, I don't.

- Still picking fights
you can't win, I see.

- Father?

What are you doing here?

- Looks like we both
fucked up pretty good, huh?

- Printing your own chop?

That's a ballsy move.

- Cops were all over us.

Shutting down rackets.

I had to do something.

- That doesn't explain
why you're here alone.

What about Ah Sahm
and your brothers?

I guess they thought
locking up the bus

would send a message.

How about you?

I thought you'd be halfway
to New York by now.

- After I left,
I traveled north.

Never seen land like that.

Wild, open.

I met some Chinese ranchers
and decided to stay a bit.

A week later, the duck mob
showed up, told them to leave.

When they refused, they
came back with guns.

- Fuck.

- It was fucking ugly.

Next thing I know,
I'm in a wagon

with a dozen other onions.

We end up here.

I always thought I'd find
something better out there,

but I was wrong.

We have no power
outside our own bowl.

I'm sorry you're here,

but I'm happy to see you.

- You too.

- Those wagons got to
be pretty big, right?

They bring food
in every morning.

If we hide inside
the delivery wagons,

we can get into the camp
without anyone seeing us.

- If we can get in the wagons,

then we just have
to find Young Jun

and escape an armed fortress
without getting killed.

That's not much of a plan.

We need an army to take them on.

- We've got an army. The
boys are ready to scrap.

If it means getting
Young Jun back...

- You're talking about...
- Every one of us would go.

- A fucking blood jam, Hong.

We'd all get diced.
- He'd do it for us, man.

Look, I know shit's been
off between you two.

- No, it's not about that.
- But...

- It's not about
that. Listen, OK?

After I was skinned
in, I got arrested.

And they could have bought
me out, but they didn't.

- So what, you're
holding a grudge?

- No, no, I'm saying...
I'm saying they were right.

They had to put the tong
first, and so do we.

If we attack the camp head on,

we're gonna bring a fucking
hurricane down on Chinatown.

And our brothers are
gonna end up dead

or in the belly of a boat.

What?
- Chao's here.

- OK, cut him loose and drop
him somewhere in the pond.

- Hey.

How did you get out?

- Someone owed me a favor.

- Well, maybe they
owe you another one.

- I wish it was that easy.

- I take it you
heard about Mai Ling.

- Yeah, she got
pinched. So what?

- So you haven't
heard. She's out.

Of course she is.

- With Young Jun
still locked up...

- You think she's
gonna make a move.

- I think it's crossed her mind.

- It sounds like I need to
have a chat with my sister.

- Wait, there's more.

People are talking.

There are a lot of
rumors going around

about the bulls
raiding the Hop Wei.

- I don't give a shit
about gossip, Chao.

- Good for you, but other
people might, like Happy Jack.

If he finds out we paid
him with fake chop,

Secret Service is gonna be
the least of your concerns.

- You know, I think
I like it better

when you bring me
solutions, not problems.

- I have a notion.

Two birds, one stone.

But it's going to be
a very pricey stone.

- The council will meet tomorrow

to discuss your leadership.

They're losing faith.

- Well, are you with them?

- I am the reason you're here.

The elders wanted
to leave you inside.

- I'm sorry.

I made a mistake.

- I can't protect you when I
don't know what you're doing.

- I know. It won't
happen again.

- The money,

can we get it back?

- It's gone, but
I'll make it right.

- The fuck is this?
- We have same problem.

You hear what
happened to Hop Wei?

- Oh, got raided by the cops
and the fucking Secret Service.

- Heard they were looking
for counterfeiters.

- Agent Richard Lee.

He live with your
sister-in-law, no?

- Oh, small fucking world.

And what is this?

More funny money?

You got balls just
walking in here.

- This real money.
Apology from Hop Wei.

And this...

is for you to deal with problem.

- You want me to kill
your cop for you?

- For us, Jack.

What, you no want him dead?

- Well, let's just say, I have
complicated feelings about it.

Besides, I don't need
to kill him to get paid.

I will take care
of your problem,

but it can't happen
anywhere in my territory.

As far as my
sister-in-law knows,

Agent Lee pissed
off the wrong tong.

- Sound like you
solve problem, hm?

Oh, I'm keeping that.

Think of it as a service fee.

- For what?

- Allowing you to
keep breathing.

- Whoa.
- Jesus fuck!

Lee, I nearly shot you.

- I'm not sure you
could hit the broadside

of a barn right now.

- What are you doing here?

- I'm just wondering how
you live in this mess.

- I don't need you to
clean the damn dishes.

- Heard you quit the force.

- So you just swung by to say,
"I told you so," is that it?

- Actually, I came to see
how you were holding up.

- Well, Lee, since you asked,

I've got no job, no family,
and no fucking purpose.

But other than that,
I can't complain.

- I know Atwood ain't
exactly a warm summer breeze,

but I never thought I'd
see you up and walk away.

- You were right all along.

The game's rigged. We're
not meant to succeed.

- I guess I did tell you so.

- You can fuck off with
that, Mr. Secret Service.

I am not the only
cunt on this porch.

- Look on the bright side.

Lucy always wanted
you out of Chinatown.

- I don't think going broke
was what she had in mind.

- It's no fun having
to live with eyes

in the back of your head.

- No shit.

I like being the
boss way better.

- So did I.

But we have bigger problems.

- Is that our ride?

- These poor bastards.

They gave up everything
to cross the salt.

They came looking
for the gold mountain

only to find a pile of shit.

Now they're being sent
back to another pile.

- What'll happen to us in China?

- Nothing good.

We either die quick at
the hands of enemies

or slow through
disease and starvation.

I always figured they'd
send my body back to China

when I was dead.

That's the only way
I'm going back, get me?

When they herd us
onto that boat,

we make a break for it.

- What if we can't
get past those guards?

- We take out as many
of them as we can.

Go out strong.

- Go out strong.

- It's OK.

- So how was jail?

- I didn't care
for it, so I left.

- I'm glad you got out.

- Thanks.

- It's funny though.

When I got locked up,

I couldn't just leave
until you got me out.

You.

You bought yourself some
serious connections.

Bulls, the government,

it's how you dodged
the crackdowns,

and it's why you're
back on the street.

- I know you didn't
come here to tell me

what I already know.

- Yeah.

Young Jun's in some camp
waiting to be deported.

I need you to get him out.

- I can't think of a single
reason why I'd do that.

- I can give you a
thousand reasons.

Do we have a deal?

What are you doing?
What are you doing?

Hey!
- Oh, don't worry.

You can always print more.

What, you didn't think
your little operation

would stay secret
from me, did you?

- OK.

What's it gonna take?
- Half.

- Half? Half of what?

- Of everything moving forward.

- Come on, Young Jun,
he'll never go for that.

- Young Jun is about to
cross the salt permanently.

I'd say 50% is the
deal of a lifetime.

Ah Sahm.

You tell Young Jun this was
the only way because it was.

And we become partners.

- Partners?

And what do you
bring to the table?

- Besides saving
your boss's life,

the Long Zii will provide a
space to continue printing

free from police interference.

Like you said, I
have the connections.

You and I can finally
be on the same side.

We can all get rich together,

or Young Jun can take
his chances in China.

- Thanks for coming.

You look beautiful.

- What's all this
about, for God's sake?

Don't get me wrong, it's lovely.

But you're scaring me.

- Here you are.

- I told you once, I had it
in me to be a better man.

And I thought I
was trying to be.

Hell, I even believed
maybe I was sometimes.

I guess that's why I
was clinging so hard

to being a cop.

I thought that no
matter what I did wrong,

I had that.

Something good.

But it's not.

It's not good because
of what it did to me,

to us,

and I am no good without you.

I...

You and the kids are the
only thing that matter to me,

and in all the mess,
I lost sight of that.

I lost sight of you.

- Bill...
- Let me finish, please.

I quit my job,
turned in my badge.

I'll work for Horace.
I'll do whatever it takes.

I just... Come back,
and I swear to you,

I will never lose
sight of you again.

Luce?

- Quit or fired?

- I suppose that's
open for debate.

So was that a yes then?

- Yes. That's a yes.

- Lai.

- She's still angry.

And I think she blame me.

- It's not your fault.

Strickland and his
men did this, not you.

- Men attack us.

I do something worse.

I give her hope.

- What Lai and these
girls had in Sonoma,

that's the life they deserve.

- You say.

But your law is not for us.

What happen in court?

- The government took the land.

- Maybe law not for you either.

- Rich and powerful
men like Strickland

will always find a way to
put a thumb on the scale.

But we can rebuild.

I found another piece of
land further up the coast.

50 acres with good soil.

I was thinking we could
take a look tomorrow.

- No.

I not make same mistake twice.

- What are you saying?

- Better you not
come here anymore

for the girls.

- For the girls?

Or for you?

- For all of us.

- Let's go, let's go!

- Move along.
- Look at me, move.

- I said, move
your fucking asses!

Let's go!
- Filthy rats, come on!

- Let's go!

- This way!
- Come on!

- Come on! Come on, move it!

- Wait until we pass the gate.

Then we take out the
bulls with the rifles.

You get me?
- I get you.

- Come on now, this way!

- Keep moving!
- Get your hands off me!

- Stop, stop!

Stop! Let me through.

- Hold here!

- What the hell
is going on here?

- You're the guy to talk to?

Court order, right?

- Greetings from Ah Sahm.

You're coming with me.

- He come too.

- That's not the deal.

- New deal.

- I can't just walk out
of here with both of you.

- New deal.

- You're angry.

Good, be angry, but
don't be stupid.

We need more time
to plan, to heal

because anger won't be enough.

He will pay for what he
did to them, I promise you.

But not now.

- Lai, you're not ready.

And neither am I.

Welcome back, motherfucker!

- Oh, fuck on, you dog cunt.

- Sorry, boss.

It's just so damn
good to see you.

- Even if you do look like shit.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Come here.

Enjoy it while you can.

We all know that I'm still
the prettiest motherfucker

in Chinatown.

Seriously, though, how the
hell did you pull that off?

- Yeah, uh...

Father Jun.
- Ah Sahm.

Hong.

Thank you for getting us
the fuck out of there.

- So what's the story, man?

How the hell did you two
end up in there together?

- Whiskey, Hong.

Whiskey and sticky.

And all the rest can wait.

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.

I can walk.

You need a bath first.

- You made another deal
without telling me.

- I know how it looks,
but I didn't plan this.

Ah Sahm came to me.

I'll be able to pay
back what I lost,

which should appease the
elders and, hopefully...

- Make peace with your brother.

- I've put you through a lot.

I know that.

But you have always
protected me.

I haven't made it easy.

When I was sitting
in that cell alone,

wondering if I'd
ever see you again,

I realized, you're the
only person I trust,

the only person I've ever loved.

I want us to get married.

I think it's time, don't you?

- I do.

- Yeah!

It's good to be back!

Oh!

See you later.

- I am glad you are back.

- It was a close fucking call.

- Yeah.

You good?

- You made a deal with Mai Ling.

- Think I wanted to go to her?

It was the only move I had.

- Bullshit.

You were sitting on stacks
of fucking fake cash.

You could have bought every
single guard in that place.

- Come on.

Maybe if I had two months
instead of two days.

- You gave away the fucking
store to our worst enemy,

who happens to be your sister.

What the fuck am I
supposed to think?

- Don't talk to
me about thinking.

Now you want to think?

Maybe you should've
been thinking,

leader of the Hop Wei,

before you got yourself
thrown in a camp

for starting a fight with
the fucking police chief.

You know, I could have let them
put you on that fucking boat

and taken over the
tong if I wanted to.

Would have been the
easiest thing in the world.

I didn't make this
deal with Mai Ling.

You did.

- I was thinking I'd be bad cop,

unless you feel like
playing against type.

- Chao doesn't
respond to threats.

Might be better he
thinks I'm alone.

OK then, you can be the hero.

I'll head around back in
case he gets cold feet.

- You should really
consider locking your door.

- No need. Chao is
friend to everyone.

Drink?

- You sent word you
had information.

I'd just as soon take
it and be on my way.

- Oh. All business, huh?

Is OK. Chao is
businessman too.

You bring money?
- Tell me what you know.

Then we can discuss a fee.

- Thought you want new
relationship with Chao, no?

- I know that you're
part of all this.

What I don't know is
why I'd believe anything

you tell me now.

- Already too many
cop in Chinatown.

Fake money bring even
more. Bad for business.

- Give me a name right now,
or I'm walking out that door.

- I don't think you are.

- Ahh! Ah-ah-ah-ah.

Bad idea, cop.

Bad idea.

- You set me up.

- As you say, Agent Lee,
new badge, new rules.

- You know, Chao, I have
a confession to make.

I'm still pissed
about the fake cash.

- Jack, that's why
I paid you twice.

- I know. I know.

But it's the principle
of the thing.

- Now you have principle?

Fuck me.