Warrior - Third Season

I thought you hated weddings.

I do, but I wasn't going to miss this one.

Maybe we'll finally see these two tongs come together.

I don't think that's what we're seeing.

I, Walter Franklin Buckley, do solemnly swear

to perform the duties as mayor of San Francisco

to the best of my ability, so help me God.

It is not enough to complain about the barbarians

at the gates of our great city, wringing our hands

as we wait for the state or nation to intervene.

The defense of our city and our way of life falls to us.

It is the fighting spirit of Americans

that led to the birth of our great nation.

We must preserve that spirit

and not allow the insidious insurgents

of a devious alien race

to come between us and our destiny.

With your continued support,

we will cleanse every trace of this rot and infection

from our streets, our ports,

our factories, and our fields.

And our shining golden city will light the way forward,

not just for California,

but for the entire United States.

Jesus.

He thinks he just became president.

The day a politician steps into office

is the day he starts looking for a bigger one.

Maybe "Governor" Buckley would be a useful ally someday.

I'll wait to see if Mayor Buckley

can do half of what he says.

Or what he's told.

- Excuse me. - Where are you going?

He got his votes.

Time to earn them.

You don't mean the Donahue boys?

- Yeah. - Wait.

Look around.

This is not the time.

This is the only time.

They're up in front of the judge tomorrow.

Unless you want to pull that string yourself.

I have a long list of items for our new mayor,

and pardoning a couple of hooligans is not on it.

I can't believe the going rate for chief of police

is all that high.

Atwood's not for sale.

Well, if not the purse, then the sword.

Either way, there's no need to squander

your political capital, or mine.

I won't be of much use to you if I'm locked up for assault.

Just about every cop in that police station is Irish.

If you can't figure out a way to keep yourself

and a couple of Mick boys out of jail,

I wonder what use you're gonna be to anyone.

Drinks, music,

a whole spread.

The Long Zii know how to throw a party.

I'll give 'em that.

Can't be cheap.

Maybe we've been looking in the wrong direction.

What is it?

Long Zii and Hop Wei at a party together.

Is that not par for the course?

Not without a lot more blood.

Um...

I hear we're training new printers.

Come on, man. It's a party.

Yeah.

Isn't that right? Yeah.

Yeah, it is.

So you worried about the Long Zii?

Seems like things are going well.

Give me a minute, all right?

Boss stuff.

Don't go too far.

I'm covering our asses.

This whole operation depends on one girl

who does everything

and knows everything.

Yeah, backup's good, but Yan Mi is solid.

She won't be a problem.

I'm not willing to bet the tong on that.

Are you?

Look, I know you like her.

Get all the sticky you want.

All I'm saying is, just don't get attached.

Get me?

I get you.

And speaking of sticky...

Excuse me.

Li Yong, may the elders have a word with you?

I'll be back.

Okay.

There are few things as beautiful as a woman in love,

especially on her wedding day.

I mean, once you look past all the naked ambition

and, you know, murder.

You're getting sentimental in your old age.

I have seen the smartest people

do the stupidest things chasing love.

That has to mean something.

Well, maybe they're chasing something that isn't real.

Just because something's rare doesn't mean it isn't real.

Just means it costs.

Thank you, brother.

We welcome this new chapter for the Long Zii and for you.

You have always been the voice of reason for the tong.

We trust you will now use that voice to help manage

Mai Ling's more reckless impulses.

There is only one voice for the Long Zii.

You see?

He's too blind to see the danger.

You are her husband now, and a leader of this tong.

Wu Jin, please, may I speak with Li Yong alone?

What?

Nothing.

You seem happy.

I am.

You know, not long ago, we were at war.

You and Li Yong were trying to kill each other,

but tonight, we're family.

There's always tomorrow.

You know, this could be a new beginning

for the tongs, for Chinatown.

Isn't that what you want?

Don't you think we've earned it?

Tell Li Yong...

I said congratulations.

I won't go behind her back.

No one's asking for that.

I have great respect for Mai Ling,

but left unchecked,

her ambition could become a liability for all of us,

even you.

You're wrong about her.

Am I?

How did Long Zii die?

The elders have run out of patience.

They're ready to fight for control of the tong,

but it doesn't have to come to that.

They will listen to you if you will listen to them.

We're only thinking of what's best for the tong,

including Mai Ling.

She would be touched by your concern.

Li Yong, I'm on your side here.

I have to go back to my wife.

What was that about?

The elders wanted to pay their respects.

Agent Lee.

Thought your problem fixed.

So did I.

Turns out we were both wrong.

Is there a cousin you forget to kill?

The Hop Wei celebrating with the Long Zii.

I'm just wondering what could bring them together like this.

Wedding, Agent Lee.

Chinese people get married too, you know.

Well, I'm guessing it's something more profitable,

and if the tongs are working together, printing money,

let's say, it stands to reason that

they'd need a neutral party to broker that deal.

If so, then yes.

Chao.

Come on.

We can help each other here.

We already help each other.

I'm gonna close this case, Chao,

and if you're still involved when I do,

I'll take you down as well.

I won't feel good about it, but I'll do it.

Not feel good, huh?

You are strange man, Agent Lee.

Sometime break law. Sometime follow law.

Sometime save life.

Sometime take life.

But Chao know what you come from.

Maybe you not feel good because you confused.

Maybe you feel better without badge on your chest.

If you change your mind,

you know where to find me.

Otherwise, I'd advise you to steer clear of tong business.

Good advice for anyone.

Hey.

I don't give a shit what Mai Ling says.

I'm taking back my property,

and I figure you owe me interest.

What's the going rate now

for the great Ah Toy's legendary pussy--

Fuck!

You bit off my fucking nose!

Whoa. You okay?

I hate weddings.

His name is Marcel.

What?

Does he think he's Spanish or something?

It's French, I think.

A Chinese guy named Marcel.

Boss.

Dad, what are you doing out here?