Let's go! Come on, let's move it.
- Come on. Come on. - Move it, move it. Let's go!
What the fuck is this place? This isn't jail.
Hey, you! I said get out! Get out!
Where the fuck are they taking us?
You really don't know?
They're shipping us back to China, you fool.
No! No!
No Chinese! American.
Born in San Francisco.
You hear that? This one says he's not a chink.
- American. Born in San Francisco. - Yeah?
Yeah.
You're a regular Abraham Lincoln.
Get the fuck back in line!
The police will not let us see her.
They won't even tell us what she's charged with.
I would like to approach the Six Companies...
- No. - They have friends at City Hall.
The Six Companies will not help us. And I don't blame them.
Mai Ling invested that money without our permission.
Her recklessness has left us weak.
What are you saying?
Perhaps the tong is best served leaving Mai Ling where she is.
Be careful, Wu Jin.
Put your feelings aside. You can't deny she's led us astray.
Excuse me.
Li Yong, wait!
You agree with them?
I would never go against you. You know that.
But I see their side.
Did you know she was investing with the ducks?
I knew she was considering it.
Do you know how much she gave them?
One third of the tong's cash reserves.
I assumed she would have consulted with you over a major investment.
So did everyone else, which makes you complicit.
I'm new here, so I see things with fresh eyes.
And I can't help but wonder how things would be with a leader
who served the tong and not the other way around.
This deportation center marks a bold new era in our city.
One in which we will no longer tolerate the damage being done to our society
by the lawless encroachment of the Chinese.
Murder, prostitution, and slave labor have gone unchecked for too long.
Through the efforts of my office and the San Francisco Police Department,
we will put these criminals and interlopers where they belong,
not on our streets, but on boats, back to whence they came!
As Mayor, I will work hand-in-hand with the Governor
to ensure that the Exclusion Act passes.
Together, we will restore America to her former glory
and bring prosperity to the honest, hard-working citizens
who built this great country of ours!
- Can we count on your vote? - Excellent speech, sir.
If only the crowd shared your enthusiasm.
Well, more bad news, I'm afraid.
Thayer played it better than we thought.
The press is eating it up.
I can read.
Sir, even with the Irish vote behind you,
he's starting to pose a real threat.
In that case, I suggest you do something about it.
Or I will find someone who can.
We could fight our way in. What are you worried about?
Are you kidding? I count a dozen bulls.
And that's just on the outside.
We've taken on bulls before.
Not on their turf. We could be walking into anything.
So we buy them off.
No. Chao says these guys report to the new police chief.
They won't deal with the Chinese.
Look, the next boat leaves in two days. We gotta do something now.
I know. We just need to find a way in.
That's pretty nasty, huh?
You get used to it. Sort of.
Do I know you?
No, it's just you're the leader of the Hop Wei.
It's an honor, you know?
Hey, easy with that shit. Come here.
- What's your name? - Sicheng, sir.
You can call me Young Jun, okay?
How long you been here, Sicheng?
Couple weeks. But I hear a bunch of us are getting shipped out soon.
People are busting out of here though, right?
Well, I've seen a few try. And these bulls...
They're not messing around.
If you try to run for it, it's a death sentence.
Are the Hop Wei gonna bust you out?
They'll tear this fucking place apart if they have to.
Look, my friends and I got some bunks staked out.
And we even got some tobacco.
Safety in numbers, right?
I could use a fucking smoke.
Thank you, Sicheng.
Anyone got a light?
Just my luck.
That's the thing about luck. You could have it for years,
and then one day, it just runs out.
You don't remember me, do you?
My father was a tailor. He owned a shop on Grant Street.
I remember. He had all those silk handkerchiefs.
Yeah. Yeah, he even made some suits for the Hop Wei.
Then my grandparents got really sick.
We had to send more money than usual back to China.
He couldn't pay the Hop Wei. They busted up his shop.
Listen, man, I don't know anything about that.
Zhang Yong's family paid their life savings for protection
against the bull raids.
You know, problem is they didn't get any.
The tongs turned Jinhai's restaurant into an opium den.
And Qing's brother was killed in a turf war.
He was nine years old.
You know, in here, Hop Wei doesn't mean shit.
We're all just cargo, waiting to get shipped across the salt.
So, what's one less onion?
Shit. You trying to give me a heart attack or something?
Right, okay.
Well, I haven't seen her myself, but they've got her in holding.
Buckley?
You know what he wants.
I get it. Will he hold up his end and let her go, right?
That's a gamble, my friend.
Get her out.
Whatever you say, boss.
Did you do this? Is this your work?
You make money?
- Sorry. Tight quarters back here. - What do you want?
Go easy. He doesn't understand.
I think he understands just fine.
Sir. Are you okay, sir?
- Who are you? - Sir, is everything okay, sir?
I apologize for the ruckus, ma'am. We just need to ask a few questions.
This your father's shop?
Anyone ever ask you to print money?
Money?
We're investigating these bills.
We think someone might be printing them for the tongs.
- What's this about? - Let me handle it.
He print sign, paper. No money.
Father a good man. Want no trouble.
See? Sick.
This upset make more sick. More bad.
I think we're barking up the wrong tree here.
I'm inclined to agree.
Thank you for your time, ma'am. Sorry about the mess.
This moment requires a certain moral clarity,
which Thayer's soft populism can't accommodate.
You don't agree?
Walter, I do wish you'd share your troubles with me.
I'm quite clever. Maybe I could help.
My campaign is faltering.
Thayer is gaining traction, and the election is mere weeks away.
He has a substantial war chest. Perhaps we could court new donors.
It's not about the funds.
Campaigning doesn't come naturally to me.
I've always preferred the back office work,
steering men like Blake from the shadows.
But you're much too smart and ambitious to be some blowhard's fixer.
You've paid your dues. This is your time.
I always saw the man in front as a fool.
A puppet.
And now that man is me.
Walter.
There is nothing foolish about wanting something
and risking everything to have it.
I'm sorry. Did I overstep?
No. It's not you.
I haven't been with anyone in a long time.
I promise...
You have everything I could ever want.
- Hey. - You're late.
I'm sorry, things have been a little hectic.
The Secret Service was at my shop. They were questioning my father.
Did they find anything?
No, they didn't go upstairs. But you need to move those plates.
What if they come back? What if my father finds them?
I'm working on it, but the bulls, they're all over us.
Hey, I'll talk to Chao, try and find a place.
Ah Sahm. I don't know how much longer I can do this.
I'm not gonna let anything happen to you.
You can't promise me that.
I would be lying
if I said it didn't bring me a great deal of pleasure to see you like this.
I take it you received the package.
Your Pinkerton was quite discreet.
Still, I cannot emphasize enough how much I dislike being blackmailed.
Well, you can't blame a girl for trying.
I suppose leverage is hard to come by, especially for a Chinese whore.
But it does lead me to wonder if our arrangement has run its course.
Perhaps I should still have you deported now that you're of no use to me.
I wouldn't say that.
You still have an election to win.
From what I've read in the paper, you're trailing.
I can be a very powerful ally.
We just arrested the heads of two of Chinatown's biggest gangs
in a single night. The press will make quite a meal of that, believe me.
Who else did you arrest?
The head of the Hop Wei, who will be deported before the week is out.
Wait, Mr. Buckley.
I already know what you're going to say.
With both leaders gone, there will be a power vacuum.
If I don't fill it with you, I'll be left with chaos on the streets.
Not chaos. War.
And you can prevent this?
As long as it serves both of our purposes.
And then?
And then I will crush the Hop Wei, take their businesses,
and we will share the spoils.
Buddy, just tell us how many guards and how many guns?
I don't like this any more than you.
But my friend here, he's built a little different. He can go all night.
I already told you, there's no way you chinks are getting in there.
And I told you, that's the wrong answer.
Let the boy go!
- Sergeant. - Go, go!
Sergeant O'Hara, stand down!
So, this is what we do now? Separate mothers from their children?
We enforce the law. There were more than a dozen Chinese squatting
in a domicile that was zoned for four.
These are not criminals, for fucks sake! They're just regular families.
What about this situation seems regular to you, Sergeant?
Because what I see are a bunch of people crammed together like vermin
spreading disease.
And it is my job, as it is yours, to clean this mess up!
That boy was two or three years old.
What happens to him when his mother is put on a boat?
He'll get taken to a nice Christian orphanage.
And then when his mother goes back to China,
she goes with a clear message to those who haven't left yet
that there is nothing for them here.
I didn't sign up for this shit. None of us did.
Sergeant O'Hara, I've been more than patient with you so far.
But if you are unwilling to execute your duties,
then maybe you don't belong here anymore.
You're goddamn right, I don't.
Still picking fights you can't win, I see.
Father?
What are you doing here?
Guessing we both fucked up pretty good, huh?
Printing your own chop? That's a ballsy move.
The cops were all over us. Shutting down rackets.
I had to do something.
That doesn't explain why you're here alone.
What about Ah Sahm and your brothers?
I guess they thought locking up the boss would send a message.
How about you? I thought you'd be halfway to New York by now.
After I left, I traveled north. Never seen land like that.
Wild, open.
I met some Chinese ranchers and decided to stay a bit.
A week later, a duck mob showed up and told them to leave.
When they refused, they came back with guns.
Fuck!
It was fucking ugly.
Next thing I know, I'm in a wagon with a dozen other onions.
We end up here.
I always thought I'd find something better out there.
But I was wrong.
We have no power outside our own bowl.
I'm sorry you're here.
But I'm happy to see you.
You, too.
Those wagons gotta be pretty big, right?
They bring food in every morning. If we hide inside the delivery wagons,
we can get into the camp without anyone seeing us.
If we can get in the wagons, then we just have to find Young Jun
and escape an armed fortress without getting killed.
That's not much of a plan. We'd need an army to take 'em on.
We've got an army. The boys are ready to scrap.
If it means getting Young Jun back...
You're talking about a fucking bloodjam, Hong. We'd all get diced.
He'd do it for us, man!
Look, I know shit's been off between you two.
No, it's not about that. It's not about that. Listen, okay?
After I was skinned in, I got arrested.
And they could have bought me out, but they didn't.
So what, you're holding a grudge?
No. l'm saying they were right.
They had to put the tong first. And so do we.
If we attack the camp head-on,
we're gonna bring a fucking hurricane down on Chinatown.
And our brothers are gonna end up dead or in the belly of a boat.
- What? - Chao's here.
Okay. Cut him loose and drop him somewhere in the pond.
How did you get out?
- Someone owed me a favor. - Maybe they owe you another one.
I wish it was that easy.
I take it you heard about Mai Ling.
Yeah. She got pinched. So what?
So you haven't heard? She's out.
Of course she is.
And with Young Jun still locked up...
You think she's gonna make a move.
I think it's crossed her mind.
Sounds like I need to have a chat with my sister.
Wait. There's more.
People are talking. There are a lot of rumors going around
about the bulls raiding the Hop Wei.
I don't give a shit about gossip, Chao.
Yeah, good for you. But other people might. Like Happy Jack.
If he finds out we paid him with fake chop,
the Secret Service are going to be the least of your concerns.
I think I like you better when you bring me solutions, not problems.
I have a notion.
Two birds, one stone.
But it's going to be a very pricey stone.
The Council will meet tomorrow to discuss your leadership.
They are losing faith.
Well, are you with them?
I am the reason you're here.
The Elders wanted to leave you inside.
I'm sorry. I made a mistake.
I can't protect you when I don't know what you're doing.
It won't happen again.
The money.
Can we get it back?
It's gone. But I'll make it right.
The fuck is this?
We have same problem. You hear what happen to Hop Wei?
Got raided by the cops. And the fucking Secret Service.
Heard they were looking for counterfeiters.
Agent Richard Lee. He live with your sister-in-law, no?
Small fucking world.
And what is this? More funny money? You got balls just walking in here, huh?
This real money. Apology from Hop Wei.
And this...
Is for you. To deal with problem.
You want me to kill your cop for you?
For us, Jack.
What, you no want him dead?
Well, let's just say, I have complicated feelings about it.
Besides, I don't need to kill him to get paid.
I will take care of your problem, but it can't happen anywhere in my territory.
As far as my sister-in-law knows,
Agent Lee pissed off the wrong tong.
Sounds like you solved problem, hmm?
I'm keeping that. Think of it as a service fee.
- For what? - Allowing you to keep breathing.
Jesus, fuck. Lee, I nearly shot you.
I'm not sure you could hit the broad side of a barn right now.
What are you doing here?
Just wondering how you live in this mess.
I don't need you to clean the damn dishes.
Heard you quit the force.
So, you just swung by to say "I told you so," is that it?
Actually, I came to see how you were holding up.
Well, Lee, since you asked, I've got no job,
no family, and no fucking purpose,
but other than that, I can't complain.
I know Atwood ain't exactly a warm summer breeze,
but I never thought I'd see you up and walk away.
Well, you were right all along. The game is rigged.
We're not meant to succeed.
I guess I did tell you so.
You can fuck off with that, Mr. Secret Service.
I am not the only cunt on this porch.
Look on the bright side, Lucy always wanted you out of Chinatown.
I don't think going broke was what she had in mind.
It's no fun having to live with eyes in the back of your head.
No shit. I like being the boss way better.
So did I.
But we have bigger problems.
Is that our ride?
These poor bastards, they gave up everything to cross the salt.
They came looking for the gold mountain only to find a pile of shit.
And now they're being sent back to another pile.
What'll happen to us in China?
Nothing good.
We either die quick at the hands of enemies
or slow through disease and starvation.
I always figured they'd send my body back to China when I was dead.
And that's the only way I'm going back. Get me?
When they herd us onto that boat, we make a break for it.
What if we can't get past those guards?
We take out as many of them as we can. Go out strong.
Go out strong.
It's okay.
So, how was jail?
I didn't care for it. So, I left.
I'm glad you got out.
Thanks.
It's funny though. When I got locked up,
I couldn't just leave until you got me out.
You bought yourself some serious connections.
Bulls, the government.
It's how you dodged the crackdowns,
and it's why you're back on the street.
I know you didn't come here to tell me what I already know.
Yeah.
Young Jun's in some camp, waiting to be deported.
I need you to get him out.
I can't think of a single reason why I'd do that.
I can give you a thousand reasons.
Do we have a deal?
What are you doing?
Don't worry. You can always print more.
You didn't think your little operation would stay secret from me, did you?
What's it gonna take?
Half.
Half of what?
Of everything, moving forward.
Come on. Young Jun...
He'll never go for that.
Young Jun is about to cross the salt permanently.
I'd say fifty percent is the deal of a lifetime.
Ah Sahm.
You tell Young Jun this was the only way.
Because it was. And we become partners.
Partners? And what are you bringing to the table?
Besides saving your boss's life?
The Long Zii will provide a space to continue printing,
free from police interference.
Like you said, I have the connections.
You and I can finally be on the same side. We can all get rich together.
Or Young Jun can take his chances in China
Thanks for coming. You look beautiful.
What's all this about, for God's sake?
Don't get me wrong, it's lovely, but you're scaring me.
Here you are.
I told you once I had it in me to be a better man.
And I thought I was trying to be.
Hell, I even believed maybe I was, sometimes.
I guess that's why I was clinging so hard to being a cop.
I thought that no matter what I did wrong, I had that.
Something good.
But it's not. It's not good because of what it did to me and to us.
And I am no good without you.
You and the kids are the only thing that matter to me,
and in all the mess, I lost sight of that.
I lost sight of you.
Bill...
Let me finish, please.
I quit my job, turned in my badge.
I'll work for Horace. I'll do whatever it takes.
Come back, and I swear to you, I will never lose sight of you again.
Luce?
Quit or fired?
I suppose that's open for debate.
So, is that a yes then?
Yes. That's a yes.
Do you like it?
This is for you. Please. Here.
Lai?
She's still angry. And I think she blame me.
Well, it's not your fault.
Strickland and his men did this, not you.
Men attack us.
I do something worse. I give her hope.
Now what Lai and these girls had in Sonoma, that's the life they deserve.
You say. But your law is not for us.
What happen in court?
The government took the land.
Maybe law not for you either.
Rich and powerful men like Strickland will always find a way
to put a thumb on the scale. But we can rebuild.
I found another piece of land further up the coast.
Fifty acres with good soil.
I was thinking we could take a look tomorrow.
No.
I not make same mistake twice.
What are you saying?
Better you not come here anymore. For the girls.
For the girls? Or for you?
For all of us.
- Let's go! - Look at me. Move!
I said move your fucking asses. Let's go!
Wait until we pass the gate.
Then we take out the bulls with the rifles. Do you get me?
I get you.
Come on now. This way.
- Let me through! - Hold here!
What the hell is going on here?
You're the guy to talk to? Court order. Right?
Greetings from Ah Sahm. You're coming with me.
He come, too.
- That's not the deal. - New deal.
I can't just walk out of here with both of you.
New deal.
You're angry. Good.
Be angry. But don't be stupid.
We need more time.
To plan, to heal, 'cause anger won't be enough.
He will pay for what he did to them. I promise you. But not now.
Lai, you're not ready.
And neither am I.
Welcome back, motherfucker!
Fuck!
Sorry, boss. It's just so damn good to see you.
- Even if you do look like shit. - Yeah, yeah. Enjoy it while you can.
We all know that I'm still the prettiest motherfucker in Chinatown.
But seriously though, how the hell did you pull that off?
Yeah...
- Father Jun. - Ah Sahm.
Hong.
Thank you for getting us the fuck out of there.
So, what's the story, man?
How the hell did you two end up in there together?
Whiskey, Hong.
Whiskey and sticky,
and all the rest can wait.
- I can walk. - You need a bath first.
You made another deal without telling me.
I know how it looks, but I didn't plan this.
Ah Sahm came to me.
I'll be able to pay back what I lost,
which should appease the elders. And hopefully...
Make peace with your brother.
I've put you through a lot. I know that.
But you have always protected me.
And I haven't made it easy.
When I was sitting in that cell, alone,
wondering if I'd ever see you again,
I realized you're the only person I trust.
The only person I've ever loved.
I want us to get married.
I think it's time. Don't you?
I do.
It's good to be back!
See you later?
I am glad you are back.
It was a close fucking call.
You good?
You made a deal with Mai Ling.
You think I wanted to go to her? It was the only move I had.
Bullshit. You were sitting on stacks of fucking fake cash.
You could have bought every single guard in that place.
Come on. Maybe if I had two months instead of two days.
You gave away the fucking store to our worst enemy,
who happens to be your sister! What the fuck am I supposed to think?
Don't talk to me about thinking. Now you want to think?
Maybe you should have been thinking, leader of the Hop Wei,
before you got yourself thrown in a camp for starting a fight
with the fucking police chief!
You know, I could've let them put you on that fucking boat
and taken over the tong if I wanted to.
It would have been the easiest thing in the world.
I didn't make this deal with Mai Ling. You did.
I was thinking I'd be bad cop unless you feel like playing against type.
Chao doesn't respond to threats. Might be better he thinks I'm alone.
Okay then. You can be the hero.
I'll head around back in case he gets cold feet.
You should really consider locking your door.
No need. Chao is friend to everyone.
Drink?
You sent word you had information. I'd just as soon take It and be on my way.
All business, hmm? Is okay.
Chao is businessman, too. You bring money?
Tell me what you know. Then we can discuss a fee.
Thought you want new relationship with Chao, no?
I know that you're a part of all this.
What I don't know is why I'd believe anything you tell me now.
Already too many cop in Chinatown.
Fake money bring even more. Bad for business.
Give me a name right now, or I'm walking out that door.
I don't think you are.
Bad idea, cop. Bad idea.
You set me up.
As you say, Agent Lee, new badge, new rules.
You know, Chao, I have a confession to make.
I'm still pissed about the fake cash.
Jack, that's why I paid you twice.
I know. I know.
But it's the principle of the thing.
Now you have principle...
Fuck me!