Warrior - Third Season

Come here.

You know me?

Everyone knows you.

You know Young Jun?

Tell him it's time.

Go.

What's going on here?

Hey, how's it going?

You guys seem to have wandered off

Long Zii territory.

It's okay.

We all get turned around now and then.

I'd be happy to point you in the right direction.

You're the one who's turned around, motherfucker.

Wow, you escalated that pretty fast.

Usually there's a little more repartee,

a few zingers

before the hatchets come out, you know?

Walk away, asshole.

We fought the ducks together for one day.

Now Mai Ling thinks she can just set up opium dens

in Hop Wei territory?

That's against the treaty.

And, you know, basic common sense.

So take your molasses, get the fuck out of here,

or I'll take it,

and then you'll have to explain to Mai Ling

how you lost your opium and got your asses kicked.

Huh.

Still gonna feed you that hatchet in three seconds.

Listen to me, you dumb fuck...

- Two. - I don't know what you think

- is gonna happen here. - One.

It's not gonna end well.

- All right, let's go, boys! - Yeah!

Let's go get 'em!

Now, boys. Let's go!

Come on.

Hey, how's it going?

You know there's a door right there.

Shut up and help me up.

San Francisco police!

Stand down!

Hey!

Get up!

Police! Hold your ground! Hold your ground!

Ah Sahm!

Don't move.

Put your hands where I can see 'em.

It's not my hands you have to worry about.

Yeah?

You think you can kick faster than a 12-gauge?

They finally put this place back together,

and you and the Long Zii are out here

tearing it apart again.

You're the one coming in here every day with an army of cops,

busting heads.

Because it's fucking chaos here.

Only since you cops started cracking down in Chinatown.

Hey, I was here during that riot

trying to keep your people safe.

We don't need you to keep us safe.

We need you to stay the hell out of our business.

Tong business.

I mean every business the cops have shut down

with these bullshit ordinances.

People are starving.

And how are your turf wars gonna feed them?

Fuck's sake!

Get the fuck out of here.

Little shit.

Stone, no shooting! We're pulling out.

- What are you talking about? - Fight's over.

We're not here to start it up again.

Come on! Let's fall back!

Fuck, Bill.

Something on your mind?

Ever since the chief kicked it,

you've had your eye on his damn job.

And you're tying our fucking hands behind our backs.

You sure you wanna speak to the new chief that way?

You're not him yet.

And where is Mr. Greer? Hmm?

Hey, Greer!

Greer!

Mr. Greer.

So good to see you again.

- 100 for the lot? - As agreed.

They look kinda old.

100, you get old.

200, you get new.

I say this. You choose 100.

I know what I chose.

I just wanna make sure they work.

I test all myself.

Oh, yeah?

And I'm supposed to take your word for it?

Hey.

"Hey" what?

Think anyone's gonna miss one uppity Chinaman?

You got something to say?

One...

hundred...

dollar.

You're one ballsy Chinaman, I'll give you that.

"One hundred dollar."

Now get the fuck out of here.

These fucking bulls.

Suddenly you can't throw a stick in Chinatown

without hitting one.

Used to be the Chinatown squad was a joke.

Now they got half the police force cracking skulls.

It's all politics.

Ducks are just trying to look tough before the election.

Yeah, but why they gotta shut down

all my favorite spots, though?

I finally find a decent egg tart,

and bang, Mr. Gaoyuan is gone, man.

Meanwhile, Mai Ling breaks the treaty

and we can't even retaliate

because of all these damn bulls.

We're losing protection money and we're losing guys.

Either we find a way to dodge these ordinances

- or we're fucked. - Yeah.

Young Jun.

I am, uh, honored.

And I am, uh, pissed off.

I'm only here because my men have come up empty-handed

two weeks in a row.

I know, and I'm sorry,

but the bulls shut us down twice in the last month.

These are tough times for all of us.

But that doesn't absolve us of our debts.

I'm happy to pay for the protection, but...

I don't see that we're protected now.

Do you really wanna talk to me like that?

I don't have the money to pay you.

I'm just telling you how it is.

Your father would've understood.

My father isn't running things anymore.

I am.

So if I were you, I'd leave him

the fuck out of this conversation.

If he could see you now...

This fucking onion.

Hey, let's...

let's let Hong handle this, huh?

It's okay. You're the boss.

You shouldn't be collecting anyway...

Boss.

You better watch the way you fucking talk to me,

old man.

Handle it.

Young Jun. Hey, hey.

What the fuck was that?

What?

Getting in my way like that!

You were beating on an old man.

I was making a fucking point.

He disrespected me.

You want respect,

you're not gonna get it by flying off the fucking handle.

Don't you ever challenge me in public again.

It's getting dangerous out there.

Fuck.

The bulls are coming in larger numbers,

shutting down businesses, damaging our property.

Our unity might be the only weapon we have

against this enemy.

The Jiang Yao Tong has always enjoyed

a friendship with the Long Zii.

But the truth is, the more tongs there are,

the more we are divided.

And so as you asked

and under the terms you stipulated,

the Jiang Yao Tong are honored to become part of the Long Zii.

We pledge our blades, our blood,

and our souls to the Long Zii and to its leader,

Mai Ling.

Kong Pak.

After leading a tong for so long,

I'm sure this was not an easy decision.

It wasn't.

But when you're given no choice,

the choice becomes clear.

Li Yong tells me you're a great warrior...

And an honorable man.

I hope you will sit on my council with the elders.

It would be my honor.

Well, then...

Welcome to the Long Zii.

I am Irish. Dublin-born.

And it pains me, as I'm sure it does

everyone on this council, to be unable

to hire Irish labor.

But with lumber prices bleeding me dry,

I just don't have the margins.

If you don't have the margins to pay a living wage,

you're doing something wrong.

It's a wage the Chinese can live on.