Warrior

Need something, officer?

Exercise.

We just gotta bring money.

This isn't the time to lose your nerve.

Welcome, new recruits.

Just happy to be here, you know? America, man.

So, the new guy's crazy?

We can work with crazy.

It's just a map.

With all the factories that hire coolie labor circled.

Not something you want the wrong person to see.

And are you the wrong person?

The next time you go against another Tong

without consulting me,

I'll consider you in breach of our agreement.

I don't want Zing anywhere near my shop.

Be thankful for your pain, Chao. It means you're still alive.

Dad?

Whatever he wants, I'll do it.

- 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.

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.

I just killed a man.

Lucy...

You made me a murderer.

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...

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?

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.

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!

You get away from me!

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.

- 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.

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.

You're a very unusual woman.

So tell me, Spencer,

do you still enjoy the sight of blood?

- 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!

It's over.

- 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.

- 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.

- 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.

- 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.

We go in like thunder,

and we don't stop