(RHYTHMIC DRUMBEATS)
(PEOPLE CHEERING)
(MOANING)
(DRUMBEATS CONTINUE)
(FIRECRACKERS BURSTING)
Do you barbecue your pets in Savannah too?
What's that?
(FIRECRACKERS WHISTLE, EXPLODE)
They put cats and dogs in those.
- This is pig. - You sure about that?
Yeah, I grew up on a farm. I know the taste of pig.
Besides, think no one in America ever ate dog when they had to?
Well, if they did, they didn't like it.
I wouldn't be so sure.
Fucking hell.
(DRUMBEATS CONTINUE)
(FIRECRACKERS BURSTING)
(GIGGLING) Oh, my.
It's quite loud, isn't it?
That sound is to scare off Nian, the demon of the mountain.
In Chinese legend, he come down from his cave
on New Year's Day to eat the children!
- (ALL LAUGH) - Oh, my!
MAN: Hello. Come on. Okay, love.
(PANTING)
Come! Come along! You should see this!
Bill.
Hey!
Bolo!
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(WOMAN SOBBING)
- (PEOPLE COUGHING) - (PEOPLE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
(PANTING)
(STRAINING)
(PEOPLE MOANING, PANTING)
He's breathing! Get a doctor!
Go get a doctor! He's breathing!
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
AH SAHM: This was about five years ago.
There was this guy a few towns over.
Everyone said he was the one to beat,
so I went over there with some friends and challenged him.
We did that all the time, no big deal, but...
In the middle of the fight, I hit him...
Not even that hard, really.
But he lost his balance...
Hit his head on the ground.
Never got up.
It was an accident.
Didn't make him any less dead.
Turns out his father was this local warlord.
Sun Yang.
I had no idea.
Anyway, Sun Yang threatened to kill me,
and take my father's farm.
And he would have,
but my sister, Xiaojing, she offered to marry him.
Oh, my God.
She gave up her life and married the old man to save me.
Guess it never occurred to me that she was the one
that needed to be saved.
Well, it sounds like, in the end,
she was perfectly capable of saving herself.
We can do that, you know.
Women.
Save ourselves.
(SIGHS HEAVILY)
I need to go.
I know.
DAMON: And then Jimmy says, "It wasn't me, miss.
"It was the horse."
LUCY: That's awful!
(LUCY LAUGHING)
Big Bill, what the hell happened to you?
My God, is that blood?
Trouble at the parade.
Couple of chink outlaws got hold of some TNT.
LUCY: Jesus Christ. Was anyone hurt?
It was a mess.
Damn Chinese.
Bunch of savages, if you ask me.
LUCY: This Chinatown squad will be the end of him.
I keep telling him to find something more suitable.
Mr. Damon's just moved back to town.
He works in private security.
Better hours, better pay.
So I hear.
It's not for everyone.
Well, I guess you're not looking for work.
So what can I do for you?
I'm working a case.
I was hoping you could give me your expert opinion.
It's a sensitive matter.
It's no problem. I'll leave you gentlemen to it.
Very nice to see you again, Mr. Damon.
The pleasure was all mine.
Honestly, Bill, how's a poor sod like you
end up with a fine lass like that?
You're in my fucking house, Damon.
Just a neighborly drop-in to remind a man
to deliver on his obligations.
You do intend to deliver, don't you?
You're on my property.
No one would bat an eye if I was to put you down.
Wouldn't change anything.
A debt's a debt.
I'm just the messenger.
- Damon, listen... - No, you listen.
You don't give me orders anymore, Bill.
Your three weeks are up.
You either have it,
or the White Mountain awaits.
I have your fucking money.
Well, all's well that ends well, then.
I'll just count it and be on my way.
Not here.
I'll meet you at the Banshee tomorrow night.
(THUDS CANE)
10:00 p.m.
And if I were you,
I'd make damn sure I didn't forget to show up.
Have a wonderful evening, Bill.
Maybe give that lovely wife of yours a poke for me.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
How is he?
The old guy's taken more licks than anyone I know.
He's given his share too.
Yeah.
We're living proof of that.
Hey.
I'm sorry.
What are you sorry for? You weren't even there.
Fucking dog cunts.
Lit him up like firecrackers in front of everyone.
You see who it was?
From the ink on their faces, Fung Hai, I think.
I just don't know why.
Then let's go find someone who does.
Young Jun, Ah Sahm.
I wasn't expecting you.
How is your father?
He'd be doing a whole lot better if some fuckers hadn't blown him up.
Can I offer you something to drink?
Why did the Fung Hai attack us?
Why do you think I would know anything about that?
'Cause I'll blow your fucking head off if you don't.
You want my help?
Put that fucking gun away.
O'HARA: What's all this?
I'm just trying to make sense of what happened out there yesterday.
Some angry chinks killed an American woman
and damn near lit us up in the process.
In case you missed it.
Yeah, well, I thought maybe I'd do a little bit of police work,
seeing as I was sitting at my desk.
O'HARA: Hmm.
I thought we talked about that.
Yeah, you talked about it.
Guess I didn't listen.
Hop Wei territory is here.
Far as I can tell, they got the lock on the opium trade.
This section here is Long Zii territory.
- O'HARA: How do you know all this? - Because I asked.
If I had to guess, I'd say the Long Zii
are looking for their piece of the opium business.
The Hop Wei won't give up the tar business without a fight.
Right. But here's the part I can't quite figure.
The man I chased who planted the bomb ran this way.
If I'm a Long Zii hatchet man
and I just attacked the Hop Wei on their territory,
I'm running home faster than a prairie fire with a tailwind.
That fast, huh?
Well, maybe they got lost, Lee.
Maybe the slant-eyed fucks couldn't see through all the damn smoke.
Or maybe they weren't Long Zii. Maybe there's another tong involved.
To which I humbly say, "Who gives a shit?"
The assassins' route led me this way...
The assassins? So it's a conspiracy now?
This is Fung Hai territory.
You know anything about them?
Wild guess, they carry diseases and sharp implements of death?
Bill.
The Fung Hai are a different breed.
Locals say they're descendants of Genghis Khan himself,
the most savage of the tongs, Bill.
And if they're fixing to go to war...
Listen, I appreciate your pretty little map there
and your fancy theories, but calling these highbinders
by a different name doesn't change a thing.
A chink is a chink.
A criminal is a criminal.
And if they wanna start killing each other in greater numbers,
that's just less of them we have to deal with.
We just had a bomb go off on the streets of our city.
Innocent people are dead.
We ought to do something, don't you think?
O'HARA: All right. I'll give it some thought.
But right now, I need you to apply your talents elsewhere.
What's this?
It's a shotgun, Lee.
I want you to take it and sit outside my house tonight.
There's an old rocker on the porch.
It'll give you views up and down the street.
You stay there until I get back.
And who am I looking for?
You'll know him if you see him.
What's going on, Bill?
Just do this for me. Please.
I'll be back before dawn.
And if not?
Well, then, um,
I guess you'll get a promotion.
Fuck speeches.
Fuck playing nice!
The Fung Hai tried to dice my dad in our own damn bowl!
They need to pay, tonight!
The Fung Hai have always kept to their territory.
Why would they attack us without provocation?
'Cause they made a deal to be extra muscle for the Long Zii.
That's absurd. Who told you that?
A reliable source.
And the last thing we need is for those mongy bastards
to think that they can breathe the same air as us.
We're gonna put them down
and send a message to the Long Zii at the same time.
You're talking about starting a war.
Look around. The war's already started.
They drew first blood.
Anything short of burning them down is just us showing our bellies.
I know you're angry. We all are.
But now is the time for careful consideration,
not an emotional reaction.
I'm just not sure Father Jun would approve of such...
This is Young Jun's call.
He wants us to scrap, we scrap.
Damn right we scrap.
You sure you wanna do this?
You think I'm making a mistake?
Doesn't matter what I think.
You're my brother, and you're the acting head of the tong.
I got your back.
Until you fuck it up, of course.
Then it's every onion for himself.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Best not to keep the senator waiting any longer, sir.
Afternoon, Sam.
- Enjoy your lunch. - All right, Mr. Mayor.
Senator Crestwood, welcome to San Francisco.
I'm sorry we kept you waiting. We weren't expecting you.
I guess the past few days have been full of surprises for you.
You're, uh...
You're talking about Chinatown.
That's all anyone's talking about.
They're blowing each other up now, is that it?
I suppose we're to blame for teaching them demolition on the railroads.
- Drink, gentlemen? - Whiskey, please.
- Neat. Thank you. - Right away, sir.
I assure you, what happened yesterday was an isolated incident.
Prostitution. Opium.
Gang wars.
The murder of two Irishmen whose killer walks free,
and now they're setting off dynamite in public squares?
I hear there were some legitimate citizens hurt in the blast.
One fatality, sir. There were three more injured.
A tragedy, we can all agree. And they will pay for it.
My office is aggressively targeting the criminal elements in Chinatown.
I've recently formed a new police squad
dedicated solely to that purpose.
Some of my best men.
Men who could all be put to better use, I imagine,
for the citizens of San Francisco.
The Chinese have depleted their own resources,
and now they're swarming across the ocean to deplete ours.
We need to put an end to this immigration.
I'm sure you know I had a hand in drafting the Exclusion Act.
But there's strong opposition not only from Congress
but from President Hayes himself,
which is why I intend to run for president.
I see.
It will not look good for me
if American citizens are being slaughtered in my own state.
We'll redouble our efforts.
You have my full support.
Gentlemen.
A rising tide lifts all ships, Blake.
I hope I can count on you.
To do what exactly?
What needs to be done.
Mr. Buckley, will you escort me to my carriage?
With pleasure, Senator.
- You've been busy, Mr. Buckley. - As promised.
This is political gold.
Feeds my platform perfectly.
Soon enough, you'll be applying those talents with me in D.C.
I'm counting on it, Senator.
In the meantime, keep that one on a short leash.
I will, sir.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Happy fucking new year.
(YELLING)
(BONE CRACKING)
This is for my father.
(GROWLS)
You had that the whole time?
(OBJECTS CLATTER)
God damn, Bolo.
(FIDDLE PLAYING)
BARTENDER: On your tab, Bill?
That's two drinks you bought me now, Bill.
A man might suspect there's an ask
hiding beneath all that foam.
I need you to talk to Jack Damon for me.
I owe him some money.
Jesus, Bill.
Even a blind dog learns after a few beatings.
- How much do you owe? - I can scrape it together.
I just need a few more days, please.
He'll be here soon.
Swinging his stick, no doubt.
He respects you. He'll listen.
I'm not vouching for you, Bill.
God knows, you're a bad bet.
I should never have let him stake me.
A white man working for the chinks... I don't know what I was thinking.
What the fuck you talking about?
I just said,
I should have never taken Damon's marker.
I heard your fucking words, Bill, just as you fucking intended.
I'm asking for fucking specifics.
Damon's in the employ of the fucking slopes?
Yeah. Over at the Fung Hai casino.
I assumed you knew.
Did not fucking know.
Which is why Damon can still hold his prick while he pisses.
Fucking gobshite.
LONG ZII: The people are anxious.
They should be.
This attack on Father Jun was unprecedented.
Until we know who did it, we have to assume we're all targets.
(HORSES NEIGHING)
Yah! Yah!
LONG ZII: He's Fung Hai.
Mai Ling.
What did you do?
(DOOR CLATTERS OPEN)
Fifteen years married to a cop,
I should know better than to startle a man with a gun.
Evening, Mrs. O'Hara.
You've been out here awhile. I figured you might be hungry.
Uh...
You shouldn't have.
Since you went to the trouble...
Thank you.
(CHUCKLES)
This is the part where you tell me
what you're doing on my porch with a shotgun.
Oh.
Just a precaution.
Bill and I, we've been chasing after some pretty nasty men.
He asked if I'd keep an eye while he worked late.
I like you, Lee. You're sweet.
You've got good manners.
Thank you.
But you're gonna have to work on the lying.
- Ma'am... - Stick with Bill.
I'm sure you'll get the hang of it.
Thank you. For the sandwich.
It's delicious.
See? You're getting better already.
DAMON: I'll be honest, Bill.
I didn't think you'd have the money.
LEARY: He doesn't.
It's mine.
Leary.
Bailing out degenerate gamblers now, are you?
Thought you were smarter than that.
LEARY: And I thought you had some Irish pride.
What happened?
You cash it in along with your badge?
Irishmen need to eat, just like everyone else.
The Fung Hai make sure I don't go hungry,
which is more than I can say for you and your workingmen.
You think your father would be proud to see you now? Huh?
Lapping up chink scraps and preying on your own kind?
My father died a penniless drunk, in this fucking bar, by the way,
with nothing but the shirt on his back and the shit in his britches.
You'll forgive me if I don't concern myself too much
with his opinion.
This isn't gonna end well for you, Bill.
LEARY: You got bigger concerns, Jack.
The fuck you talking about?
I'm talking about going two rounds with me.
A chance to regain your honor as an Irishman.
Stay on your feet for two rounds,
and I'll let you walk out of here a new man,
cash in hand.
Resurrected like Jesus Christ himself.
Guess I can't say no, now, can I?
Mmm-hmm.
Do you wanna dance,
or just take a beating like your mom used to?
(GROANS)
Attaboy!
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(GROANS)
You look thirsty, Damon. Would you like some water?
Somebody get this poor bastard a drink.
(DAMON COUGHING)
MAN: Here you are, Mr. Leary.
Feels like a round to me.
You keeping time over there, Bill?
What's the matter, Damon?
No more jokes about me mother?
Your mother was a germ-ridden cunt.
I wouldn't fuck her with my stick.
Leary!
Stop!
(GRUNTING)
Leary, stop!
You're gonna kill him!
(SCREAMING)
(PANTING)
No, Bill.
You're gonna kill him.
(DAMON COUGHS, SPLUTTERS)
Get in the fucking ring, Bill.
I can't. You can't ask me to do that.
If you don't kill him, we'll drop him off with the chinks.
They'll stitch him up, give him their fucking herbs.
And when he's good and rested,
with a face like a leper and a head full of revenge,
what do you think he's gonna do?
You think he's gonna come after the man that broke him?
No.
He's gonna come looking for you.
Your wife.
Your wee ones.
You asked for my help, and I gave it to you.
But if you let him leave this ring, you are on your own.
Come on, boys. Let's give the man some privacy.
See if he can locate his balls.
(DAMON CHOKING AND SPLUTTERING)
DAMON: Please, Bill.
Don't...
Don't.
Please, don't.
I won't come for you.
I swear.
Please, Bill...
(COUGHS)
Bless you.
(CHOKING)
(GRUNTING)
(PANTING)
(SQUELCHING)
(PANTING)
I don't know why you agreed to meet with the old man.
We should be burning down his house right now.
You can't negotiate peace with your cock between your legs.
And you can't go to war if you don't have the stones
to look your enemy in the eyes.
Father Jun, thank you for receiving me.
I'm glad to see no harm has come to you.
It would take more than a couple of Mongols with firecrackers
to put me on my ass.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
I've known you for a long time, Long Zii.
Long enough to know this wasn't your doing.
It was my house that betrayed you,
and it falls to me to make things right.
The most important thing now is peace.
I hope you'll forgive this terrible misunderstanding,
and agree to accept my offer to renew the truce.
With penalties, of course.
You and I, we crossed the salt as young men.
Couple of itchy onions looking for the gold mountain.
But the pale fucks lied to us.
The gold wasn't on the mountain. It was under it.
And while the coolies and the worms broke their humps
building duck railroads and mining duck ore,
we built empires of our own.
I have no desire for our houses to go to war.
But you fucked up.
There can be no peace until the Fung Hai are dealt with.
Those are my terms.
Of course.
I will see to it immediately.
Fuckers try to dice you, you shake his hand?
Only to say goodbye.
We won't be seeing him again.
What did he say?
It doesn't matter what he said.
They're going to kill me.
You look chewed up, spit out and stepped on.
Well, that's better than I feel.
But you made it home.
I made it home.
All right, then.
See you at work.
What, that's it?
You're not gonna ask me what happened?
Would you tell me if I did?
That's what I thought.
Thank you, Lee.
LUCY: Kids are up. I could use a hand.
I just need to sleep, just a few hours.
How bad is it this time?
Everything's fine. I took care of it.
Sure, that's why there was an armed cop
sitting outside our house all night.
I said I took care of it.
I remember when that used to mean something!
(SOBBING SOFTLY)
(HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYING)