Warrior

War is coming between the Tongs.

If you can scrap, you're in.

Two Chinamen were killed last night.

Yes, by all means,

let's keep murder out of the paper.

Careful, dear. You're married to the government.

Mayor has asked me to start a new Chinatown squad.

Your cop, the young one.

He can't show up in courts, understand?

Blood is cheap here, so you'd better learn to adapt.

I can take you out of business

as fast as I put you in it.

There will be no peace.

I'm looking for someone.

Who is Xiao Zhang to you? Why are you looking for her?

I'll tell her when I see her.

Enough!

-You don't belong here. -This is exactly where I belong.

-Xiao Zhang-- -Get out!

-(WINCES) -(BLOOD SPLATTERS)

Shit.

Whoa.

You have something for me.

Okay, then.

It's on.

Here it is.

This is bullshit.

This fucking onion shouldn't be here.

Father Jun said work him in, so we're working him in.

You'll see, he can scrap like a motherfucker.

He's too fucking fresh.

I don't like it. - And I thought

we were getting along so well.

- And I'm thinking maybe you wouldn't have

such a smart mouth if I took out all your teeth.

I'd pay to see that.

- Come on, we got shit to do.

- Just don't get in my fucking way.

- Look, it's your first real run,

so just hang back, keep an eye out.

You get me? - I got you.

- Is that everything? - Yeah.

Aah!

- -

- -

- - Hey!

What?

I think he's dead.

I think you're right.

What the fuck are you doing?

That's a shit-ton of molasses!

- We aren't thieves, and this isn't a robbery.

- You think they'll get

the message?

I think they'll get the message.

Your brother...

Can we not talk about that?

No one can know.

- I know. -

Do you think it'll be a problem?

No.

No, he won't stay.

I know him.

He's a good fighter.

Better trained than your typical Hop Wei.

So are you.

So what?

- The Hop Wei are stepping up their recruitment.

If we're going to war...

We should probably do the same.

- I think I heard a hint of disapproval there.

- I just want to be ready. - I know.

We will be.

Xiaojing was a stupid farmer's girl who died

in Sun Yang's bed.

- - He beat me...

raped me...

There you go.

Proper little man. - Come eat your breakfast.

Molly, come and get some hot toast.

Bring your plate.

Hot, hot, hot, hot. Good girl.

Thank you. Just--

- Who the hell is that? - Put that down.

- Oh, hello, little lady. - Hello.

- How are we? - Good.

- - Lee, what are you doing here?

- The Chief sent me to get you.

- - Sit, darling.

Ethan, look after your brother, aye?

- There was a killing down at the Banshee last night.

- But I was at the Banshee last night.

Who was it? - I don't know.

Chief just told me to find you and get our asses over there.

Lord, you really do plow

the back forty before breakfast, don't ya?

- I don't know what that means.

Why does Flannagan want us down at the Banshee?

We're on the Chinatown beat. - I asked him the same thing

but he wasn't in an explaining sort of mood.

- Good mornin'. - Morning, ma'am.

Apologies for disturbing you at home.

- Does it look like we could be more disturbed?

- This is Officer Lee. He's on the squad.

We have to go.

Go to your mother.

- That accent. Where are you from,

Officer Lee? - Georgia, ma'am.

You're a long way from home.

It's down the road a piece.

- And how does your wife feel about your new assignment?

Chinatown. - Oh, I'm not married.

- What? Handsome lug like you.

There must be someone pining for you back home, then?

No, ma'am.

No, uh, not a soul.

Shame.

All that Southern charm going to waste.

Yeah.

Shame they couldn't charm their way out of getting

their asses kicked in the war.

Come on, let's go.

- Good day. - Molly.

Get back here.

Come on in, Molly.

Come on, have some breakfast.

[people chattering, babies crying, hammering]

- You're a beautiful woman, Li Juan.

Thank you.

It takes work, doesn't it?

Beauty.

It takes work and vigilance.

And...

pain.

I guess so.

- But it's a double-edged sword...

because beauty is an unforgiving canvas.

It makes it harder to conceal the blemishes,

the things you don't want others to see.

You're working for the Long Zii.

What?

- You're working for the Long Zii,

and you brought their hatchet man

into my house. -

Don't worry, Li Juan.

You'll still be beautiful.

Morning, Bill.

Leeds. - It's Lee, sir.

- Look at this fucking mess, would you?

No witnesses?

- Happened pretty late, from what we can gather.

If we had any, they would have been

deep in their cups by then. - There had to have been

at least two men, maybe three.