[dramatic spaghetti western music]
♪ ♪
[blade swishes]
[crowd cheering]
[percussive music playing]
♪ ♪
[intense music]
♪ ♪
- [grunts]
[both laugh]
♪ ♪
- 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.
[cheers and applause] [camera flash whooshes]
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.
[applause]
[intense music]
♪ ♪
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.
[cheers and applause]
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.
[cheers and applause]
♪ ♪
- 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.
- [laughs]
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 going to be to anyone.
[soft dramatic music]
[bells jingling]
♪ ♪
[excited chatter]
- 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...
- [chuckles] - [giggles]
- I hear we're training new printers.
- Come on, man. It's a party.
- Yeah. - [giggles]
- Isn't that right? Yeah.
- Yeah, it is. [grunts]
- [giggles]
- 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?
- [clears throat]
- 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...
[laughs]
- Excuse me.
Li Yong, may the elders have a word with you?
- I'll be back.
- OK.
- [clears throat]
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 town.
- Wu Jin, please, may I speak with Li Yong alone?
[energetic drumming]
♪ ♪
- 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.
- [chuckles]
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.
- [scoffs]
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.
[lively music playing]
♪ ♪
- [cackles]
- Agent Lee.
Thought your problem fixed.
- So did I. Turns out we were both wrong.
- Is there a cousin you forget to kill?
- [chuckles]
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 going to 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 steer clear of tong business.
- Good advice for anyone.
[mellow guitar music]
♪ ♪
[cheering]
- [laughs]
♪ ♪
- Hey.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[tense, twangy guitar music]
- [grunts]
- 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--
- [screams] [bones crunch]
[blade swishes]
[grunting]
[spits]
- Fuck!
You bit off my fucking nose!
[screams]
- [grunts]
[body thuds]
- Whoa. You OK?
- [panting]
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. [chuckles]
- Boss.
[crickets chirping]
- Dad, what are you doing out here?
- Enjoying the night air.
- In your pajamas?
- Hong? - Yes, sir?
- Shut up and go inside.
- Yes, sir.
- Sit with me.
May I?
- So why are you out here?
- I feel like I keep waking up over and over.
From one dream into the next,
and I can never remember any of them.
I try, but it's all...sand.
But tonight, when I woke up out here,
I felt like myself for the first time since we got back,
and I keep thinking, if I get up,
it's all going to slip away again.
- It's just the fever.
It'll pass.
[soft dramatic music]
- Your mother hated when I smoked.
If I smelled like smoke when I saw her,
she'd get pissed, jaw would stick out.
Her eyes would turn black.
I'm out here with no pants,
but that, I remember.
- Hey.
You're going to be OK.
- When you've scrapped as much as I have,
you know when you're losing the fight.
♪ ♪
Where you coming from?
- [exhales shakily]
Mai Ling's wedding.
- So she finally decided to marry Li Yong.
- Yeah.
Let's see how long he lasts.
- He'll be fine.
He's a follower,
unlike Mai Ling and her brother.
- Ah Sahm's not like her.
- His intentions may be different, but in the end,
a man like that will never accept being led.
So he'll always be a threat.
- He's been fucked up lately.
But he would never challenge me for the tong.
- That's what I said about you.
♪ ♪
- Come on.
It's cold out here.
- Just a little bit longer.
- OK, Dad.
[soft music]
♪ ♪
[both breathing heavily]
- [muffled screams]
- [grunts] [blade whooshes]
- [grunts]
- [panting]
♪ ♪
- [yells] - [grunts]
- [screams]
- [gasps]
- [moaning]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- [grunting]
[grunts, gags]
- [moans, pants]
♪ ♪
[horse neighs]
- Horace. What's going on?
- Hey, Bill.
Thought I'd start you in accounting today.
How's that sound?
- Thought I had to work my way up.
- My wife thought otherwise.
You ever reconciled a ledger?
- Don't think so.
- The important part is keeping track of who we owe
and who owes us.
I'm sure you're familiar with that concept.
Amos over here will help you out.
- As long as you can do basic math,
you should be fine.
Current month goes here, invoicing here, received here.
Any discrepancies go there.
And "discrepancy" means the difference--
- I know what it means.
- Sure.
Now, these codes correspond
to all the vendors we use regularly.
If it doesn't come up on that list,
I want you to write it down at the bottom,
bring it to me at the end of the day.
If you any questions, ask.
- Wait.
That'll be all.
[door clicks] - Out of my way.
Mai Ling!
- Kong Pak, what is this?
- Wu Jin and the other elders are dead.
I barely survived!
- I offered you friendship and a seat at the table,
and you betrayed me.
You tried to turn my own husband against me.
- Li Yong, open your eyes.
If you won't stop her, get out of the way,
and I will.
[yelling]
After everything she's done,
you are still willing to die for her.
[soft tense music]
♪ ♪
- Begin.
- [yells] - [grunts]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- [groans] [blade swooshes]
[both shout]
- [grunts]
- [groans]
[grunts]
♪ ♪
[grunts]
- Please stop.
- [coughs]
I warned you.
She'll never stop.
So I can't either.
[grunts]
[yells]
- [screams]
[bones cracking]
- [exhales shakily]
[somber music]
- [panting]
♪ ♪
[Li Yong crying]
- They would have destroyed us.
You know that.
I made the choice so that you wouldn't have to.
I did it for us.
- Leave me alone.
- But we're free now, Li Yong.
- Go!
♪ ♪
- You're not telling me something.
They were busted for robbery.
You went in, and now they're set to stand for assault!
- Calm yourself, Killy.
- That judge is going to give them five years tomorrow
for stealing food.
What did you do?
- I promise you. I did what I could.
- You promise?
Jesus.
You're a proper fucking fat cat now, aren't you?
- I'm a man who knows how to fight his own fucking battles.
You should try it sometime. - Oh.
All these years, we trusted you.
You were just stepping on our backs,
trying to get a leg up.
Christ, Dylan, our boys used to play together.
It could have been your sons in there--
[both grunt]
- Go home.
Sleep it off.
- You've forgotten yourself, Dylan,
forgotten who you are.
[lively piano music playing]
♪ ♪
- My boys wouldn't have been stupid enough
to get fucking pinched.
[sighs]
- You OK?
- Dan would have been 16 next week.
No, 17.
Fuck me. 17.
[clears throat]
You picked a hell of a time to stop being a cop.
I need you in there.
- Doesn't matter. Atwood doesn't listen to me.
- Those are your men at the station.
- Not anymore. - Bullshit.
They followed your orders for 10 fucking years.
You're telling me you got no sway with them?
- Those are men with families.
If it comes down to me or their jobs,
what do you think they'll pick?
- [sighs]
Well, I guess we're both no fucking good to anyone then,
are we?
[soft tense music]
♪ ♪
- Fuck it.
Let's go.
What are they going to do, fire me?
♪ ♪
- Bill, you can't.
None of us like what's going on with those lads,
but Chief Atwood, he's--
- Atwood is a sanctimonious prick,
and he's cleaning house.
I may have been the first to go,
but I sure as hell won't be the last.
He thinks so much of you lot,
you're working a shift reserved for rookies.
So just how long do you think you've got?
- A lot less if I let those boys go.
♪ ♪
Sorry, Bill.
I can't.
- Well, maybe I wasn't clear.
I'm not fucking asking.
- Just make it quick. [keys jangling]
[lock clicks]
- Time to go, lads.
- No one's going anywhere.
I always knew you weren't much of a cop, O'Hara.
Harrison, put the prisoners back in their cell
and lock the door, and then cuff these two
and bring them up for processing.
- Sorry, chief.
Left my cuffs upstairs.
- These boys don't belong here.
We're paying their fines, and we're bringing them home.
- We?
It didn't take you long to find your level,
now did it, Irishman?
I hear you're fond of a wager, O'Hara.
- [scoffs] - So here it is.
You knock me down, the Donahue boys are free to go.
Otherwise, the two of you join them.
- [sighs]
[chuckles] Look.
If you think I'm stupid enough to fight the chief of police--
[grunts]
- Get him, Bill.
[all scream]
- Come on, Bill!
Come on.
[door slams, clicks]
[onlookers shouting]
- Come on!
Yes!
Take him out. Take him.
[bars rattle]
- Keep your fucking hands up, Bill.
- That's it, Bill.
- I said keep your fucking hands up!
- [screams]
- Come on, Bill!
- For fuck's sake, stop fucking around and hit him, Bill!
Yes!
- [groans]
- [shouts]
[screams]
- Come on! - Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
- [coughs]
- Come on, Big Bill.
Where's that fighting Irish spirit?
- Oh, for fuck's sake.
- Yeah! - Come on!
- Jesus!
- Come on, Bill.
- Settle in, Bill.
- [groans, grunts]
- Take him to the dump! - Come on.
- This cell is going to be your new home.
- Please stop.
Stop!
- What was that?
You had enough?
- Please stop talking.
[both yell]
♪ ♪
- [groans]
- Yes, Bill!
- [shouts] Yes!
- Get on your fucking feet.
- [screams]
- I said get up!
[overlapping shouting]
- Knock that pig out back, come on!
- Yes, Bill! - Get him!
- [groans]
[panting]
- I may not be much of a cop...
but you're no fucking chief.
- [yelps] [bones crunch]
- [roars]
[cheers and applause]
- Bill. Bill!
We need to get you to a doctor.
- Nah, best I've felt in years.
Oh, fuck.
[grunts]
- Now that's an Irishman.
- [groaning]
[distant thunder booming]
- Stay.
- I've got to go.
- What?
What is it?
- Young Jun's getting nervous about the operation.
- You mean me.
- Yeah.
He's looking to close ranks.
- How much time do I have?
[soft somber music]
- He still needs you to print.
The new guys aren't ready yet.
But once they are...
♪ ♪
Maybe you should think about taking that train.
♪ ♪
[thunder rumbling]
- Fucking hell.
[grunts]
Ah, fuck.
- Jesus.
Bill.
What in God's name happened?
- [labored breathing]
[grunts]
[wincing]
- Bill. - [groans]
- Answer me.
What happened?
- Fight.
- I see that. With who?
- Atwood.
He had it coming.
- What was this about, then?
- Donahue boys.
- Did you get them out at least?
- I did.
- They didn't arrest you?
- They will.
[thunder rumbles softly]
Another one?
- Yes.
- [sighs]
[soft somber music]
♪ ♪
- I'll make sure he makes it back.
- What do I do now, Chao?
[thunder crackles]
Kong Pak was right.
[chuckles softly] I didn't want to listen.
[sighs] And now he's gone.
The elders are gone.
There's only Mai Ling.
- No. There's you.
Mai Ling has always done whatever she has to
to protect herself, including marrying you.
Hey, I'm not saying she doesn't love you.
But I am saying she can't do this without you.
[thunder booms]
[thunder crackling]
- [gasps]
- Get up.
- Dad-- - Quiet.
You're going to take me to my men,
and we're all going to get out of here.
- Dad, it's me, Young Jun.
- Shut up!
- [grunts]
- Get on your feet.
- Dad, Dad, Dad.
Put the knife down.
You're home.
Yes.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
You're safe here, right?
[thunder booms]
- No, you're with them!
You fucking traitor!
[blade swishes] - [screams]
Wake up! Dad, wake up!
- You sold us out. I'll fucking kill you!
[both shouting, grunting]
- [grunts]
Dad. Dad.
Dad, Dad. Dad, Dad.
Dad. Dad.
Dad! Dad.
Dad!
It's me.
It's me, Young Jun.
- [whimpers]
Young Jun. - Yes.
You're here. You're at home.
[laughs] You're at home, Dad.
It's OK. It's OK, Dad.
I'm OK. I'm OK.
[soft somber music]
- [crying]
[wailing]
♪ ♪
- Whoa.
[horse neighs]
- Good evening, sir.
- Brandy in the library.
- Very good, sir.
- Get me the plans for the West Valley bridge project,
and tell the cook to send me up something in 15 minutes.
- Very good, sir.
[Chinese hip-hop music]
♪ ♪
- ♪ Close my eyes ♪
[rapping in a Chinese language]
♪ Phoenix rise ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Close my eyes ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Phoenix going to rise, rise, rise ♪
♪ Phoenix going to rise ♪
♪ Rise, rise ♪
♪ Phoenix going to rise ♪
♪ Rise, rise ♪
♪ Phoenix going to rise ♪
♪ Phoenix going to ♪
♪ ♪