Warrior

Seven of the deceased are Long Zii,

only four are Hop Wei. Whatever's going on here,

it's more complicated than a gang fight.

The Exclusion Act is the solution,

and Crestwood is the man to deliver it.

I think it's time you took a stand, don't you?

And with patriots like him,

we're gonna take back our city!

We don't exist outside this apartment,

and we never will. Don't come back.

Two fighters. The best from each of your tongs.

A duel. If the Long Zii agree to the terms, so do we.

Who the hell are you?

You take my money. I take back.

Why would a real estate tycoon be targeted by the Chinese?

I guess you can ask him that when you catch him.

No one escapes a Fung Hai debt.

You don't stand up to a cop like that.

This is new.

Ah Sahm will be our champion against the Long Zii.

Will you do this for your brothers?

I will.

Now, in stamping,

we'll be doing three shifts a day.

Twelve workers per shift.

Thirty-six.

Good. Skills?

Just some strong backs.

No drunks or we'll be pulling fingers

out of the presses.

Can't have that, can we?

Eight strong backs in carting.

I was thinking 12.

I only need eight.

Twelve makes everyone more efficient.

Ten.

Ten it is.

Now, who are these four men

you have listed as supervisors?

I'm glad you asked.

Cheers, Mr. Mercer.

*WARRIOR* Season 01 Episode 09

*WARRIOR* Episode Title : "Chinese Boxing"

Sync corrections by srjanapala

Jacob.

You're back late.

Sorry, Missus.

What is it?

Where is everybody?

I don't know.

But I'm not complaining.

What the hell is this?

Looks like a street fair of some kind.

Speaking Cantonese...

I suppose you're thinking maybe we should go in.

No, I'm thinking we should definitely go in.

Do you know why you're here, Lee?

Because God is punishing me.

I'm pretty sure he's not.

And how would you know?

'Cause He's not there.

Did you have any idea this was down here?

Not a fucking clue.

You ready for this?

Yeah.

I know Father Jun won't say it.

And I'll forget later, so...

I just want to say thanks.

You didn't have to do this.

I didn't?

We're having a moment here, man.

Don't fuck it up with the truth.

Are you sure about this?

What do you mean?

He's your brother.

Only one of us is going to walk out of there.

Sergeant O'Hara. Officer Lee. Welcome.

What's going on, Chao?

Uh, just some neighborhood entertainment.

A prize fight, yes?

A lot of tongs here.

Everything peaceful.

People want to have good time.

Forget troubles.

Come, I take you to good seats.

No, no, no. We'll stand.

Okay.

But you need anything, you call Chao.

Ah. Speaking Cantonese...

Speaking Cantonese...

Hey.

Shouldn't you guys be on your beat?

Streets are empty. Everyone's here.

Well, stay sharp, eh?

It's time.

Good evening and welcome.

Tonight

is about something more than simple competition.

This is a sacred ritual of our ancestors,

a means for the tongs to settle their disputes

while maintaining peace in the region.

Speaking Cantonese...

All chanting: Ah Sahm! Ah Sahm! Ah Sahm! Ah Sahm!

Ah Sahm! Ah Sahm! Ah Sahm! Ah Sahm!

Hey.

Isn't that our boy?

Yes, it is.

Well, this should be interesting.

Crowd chanting: Li Yong! I. Yong! I. Yong!

Li Yong! I. Yong! I. Yong! Li Yong! I. Yong!

Some beer for you, gentlemen.

With my compliments.

No thanks.

You don't drink?

Not here.

More for me.

What are the sashes for?

Winner take sash from loser to claim victory.

That's the whole game?

Five bills on the tall one.

Come on.

Come on!

I don't know what the hell kind of boxing this is,

but if they could all fight like this,

we'd be in some deep shit.

Get up, Ah Sahm!

Get up!

Yeah! Yeah!

All chanting: Ah Sahm! Ah Sahm! Ah Sahm! Ah Sahm!

Ah Sahm! Ah Sahm!

Get up! Get up! Get up!

Take it!

Where are you going?

He's finished.

No, he's not. He'll get up.

Come on, Ah Sahm! Get up!

No!

Wait, what the hell is this?

He's gonna break his neck!

Time to go, Mrs. Blake.

Will he be okay, do you think?

The man who lost?

I don't know.

He took one hell of a beating.

Excuse my French.

I'm sure it didn't escape you that, um...

this is the same man you got tangled up with

a few weeks ago.

Did you think I wouldn't recognize him?

I don't know, Sergeant.

Don't they all look the same to you?

Look, uh,

it's none of my business, but...

No, it's not.

You have a real way with people.

Has anyone ever told you that?

I'm sorry.

Why did you save him?

I didn't save anyone.

I saw you.

You fired your gun

just as that other fighter

was gonna snap his neck.

Look, um...

Chinatown is no place for a lady like you.

Being the mayor's wife means nothing down here.

It doesn't mean very much anywhere, I'm afraid.

Sergeant, I'd rather my husband didn't know

I was in Chinatown.

That's fine.

I didn't vote for him anyway.

I don't give a shit about a fucking tournament!

There is no way we're cutting the Long Zii

into our business!

I gave my word.

Yeah, and they broke the treaty.

So why should you have to be the one who keeps his word?

I told you we never should have agreed to this.

You also told me Ah Sahm would win.

For now, we'll keep our word.

But believe me.

Mai Ling is gonna find

that buying into the molasses business

can be a costly proposition.

What about Ah Sahm?

He fought for us.

And he lost.

He's of no use to us anymore.

Mr. Buckley.

This is an unexpected visit.

You've ramped up very quickly.

It's a big job.

That it is.

So to what do I owe the pleasure?

Economics, Mr. Mercer.

How come when you say that it sounds like a disease?

A late bidder has come in.

A dark horse, if you will.

But his pricing is very attractive.

You can't go rejiggering the numbers after the fact.