MAN: Has Mrs. Blake made a statement?
I thought it best not to press her until you arrived.
You did the right thing.
♪ (INTENSE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
Jacob's not a murderer.
MAN 2: The mayor of San Francisco has been killed in his own home.
Someone is going to be arrested for it.
Ladies and gentlemen, we are looking for this man.
My men will not stop tearing this place apart.
-Know anything? -I don't.
-Would you tell me if you did? -Nah.
I can find your Jacob,
but I'll want something in return.
Ma'am, you need to leave now.
Any friend of the father is a friend of ours.
You can't just barge in here without appropriate--
(GRUNTS)
(GRUNTING)
Please... help me.
[engine revs]
[heartbeat pounding]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[heavy footfalls]
- [muffled]
Why are you doing this?
[blow lands, squelching]
- [inhales sharply]
[gasping]
[breathing heavily]
- Miss, are you okay?
- I think so. I think so.
Is-- - I'm so sorry!
I--I didn't mean to!
- He tried to kill me!
[gasping]
Sophie! Sophie!
[groaning] Sophie!
[crying] Sophie!
Get up. Please, get up, Sophie.
[inhales sharply] Sophie!
Sophie, Sophie!
[breathing heavily] - [gasps]
Where's Blake? - It's okay.
Don't move. Don't move.
I'll get you some water.
[breathing heavily]
- [breathing deeply]
- Police will come, miss. What do we do?
- We tell them the truth. - I killed him!
- You were protecting me. - They will never believe it.
- I will make them believe.
I--I--I will testify that my life was in danger.
- You see what they do to Chinese for nothing.
Mr. Blake is Mayor. They will hang me.
- We have to get you out of here.
[breathing heavily]
- I--I can't. - You can and you will.
There's a train to San Jose every morning.
You know the station.
Buy a ticket and get out of the city.
If anyone asks,
I'll tell the police that you've been away,
that you've been visiting family.
No one will have any reason to suspect you.
You just make sure no one sees you tonight.
- Thank you, miss. - Thank you, Jacob.
[breathing heavily]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
- [quietly wheezing]
- Mother, it's me. It's time for your medicine.
I have to leave for a few days.
Chun Hua will come by to check on you.
I won't be long. I promise.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
[rooster crows]
- I told you, Jacob! - Have you seen this man?
Have you seen him?
- Look at this face. Do you know this guy?
- Jacob. - Are you sure?
- [breathing heavily]
- Come on.
Hey! Hey, get back here!
Hey!
[all shouting]
- Come here! You have to get back here!
- [grunting]
[indistinct chatter]
♪ ♪
[gate clattering]
[grunting]
♪ ♪
[groans]
♪ ♪
- Where is he? - Have you seen him?
- No one here. Look.
- Hey, hey, hey, you seen this man?
♪ ♪
- He's here? No? - Which way? This way!
- He went down this alleyway then.
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
[thunder rumbles]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- You got anything, boss?
- Check that house there with the light on.
- All right.
- [breathing heavily]
♪ ♪
[officer shouting indistinctly]
- San Francisco police. Open up.
- Open up!
[indistinct chatter]
- Get the fuck out of the way.
[indistinct chatter]
- Find the basement.
♪ ♪
- Let's go down the stairs.
[footfalls approaching]
- Watch your step here.
- Filthy living.
- And would you fucking look at that?
- Jesus Christ.
[keys rattling]
♪ ♪
[door squeaking] [gun cocks]
- Who are you? What the fuck do you want?
- [breathing heavily]
Please.
Help me.
- I can't help you. - I'm not a murderer.
- I don't care.
- Please. I don't have anywhere to go.
- Look, I don't stick my neck out for people I know,
and I don't know you. - I can pay you.
- You can't pay me enough to get involved with this.
[exhales sharply]
Any Chinaman walking around with that much chop's
gonna be found guilty of something.
- Then take it off my hands.
I just need to get out of the city.
My mistress told me to catch a train, uh, to San Jose.
- You'll be needing that.
- Thank you.
- Look, the bulls will be watching the train stations
and the ports.
By now they've sent word to San Jose,
Sacramento, every city in a hundred miles.
You killed the mayor of San Francisco, so--
- I didn't mean to kill-- - [shushes]
- They aren't gonna let up until you're caught or dead.
Your best bet is across the salt.
- I can't go back to China. - And you can't stay here.
- How?
You said they're watching the port.
- Hmm.
- I can't ride all the way to China in a coffin.
- You can always stay here in a coffin.
[tense music]
Look, I got a man on the ship.
They'll let you out when you're in international waters.
- You've done this before?
- More than once.
Sun'll be up in about two hours.
That's when they start moving the dead bodies to the port.
♪ ♪
[carriage rumbling]
[horses whinnying]
- [shallow breathing]
- Whoa!
Stop there, driver! - Hey, whoa!
- Let's see what you've got there.
- [speaking Cantonese]
[approaching footsteps, rattling]
- [grunts]
[creaking]
[wood snapping]
[grunts]
No, he doesn't look very dead to me, does he?
[both grunting]
[dramatic spaghetti western music]
♪ ♪
[blade swishes]
[chains rattling]
- So you got your man.
- Not now.
- I'm just wondering how you knew exactly where he'd be.
- I was working these streets long before you got here.
Maybe I picked up a few tricks.
Mr. Buckley got a tip.
- Buckley?
- That's right.
- That doesn't strike you as odd?
A brand-new mayor somehow
getting information from Chinatown?
- Why should it?
- We're not getting the full picture here.
Buckley obviously has another agenda.
- Maybe, and if it wasn't for his tip,
we'd still be tossing Chinatown,
making life hell for all the other Chinese.
So what's your problem?
- I don't trust him.
- It doesn't matter.
- I don't trust you.
You found your swordsman
and now you found the mayor's killer
faster than a scalded cat.
For a man who doesn't care about police work,
you sure do get results.
- You like your farming expressions, yeah?
Here's one.
Don't dig up more snakes than you can kill.
Let's go!
- Yah! [horse brays]
- Get the hell out of here.
- Move 'em out! Yah!
- Clear the way! Clear the way!
- Relax, Chao. It's over.
- You know they're gonna hang him, right?
- Did he tell you he didn't do it?
- [exhales]
[knocking]
- Everyone in Chinatown was gonna pay for his crime.
- [sighs deeply]
- You did the right thing.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
[wagon approaching]
- [whistles]
♪ ♪
- Let's go, boys. All right?
♪ ♪
- Word spreads fast.
- Think there'll be trouble?
- No, just keep moving! Step lively, everyone!
♪ ♪
All right! All right!
That's far enough, boys!
[horse whinnying]
- Word is you've got the slant that killed Blake.
- We don't know anything.
We're just bringing him in for some questions.
[indistinct chatter]
- You need eight cops to ask questions?
♪ ♪
Hey!
♪ ♪
They've got the chink who killed the mayor!
[horse whinnying]
- Bill, Bill, they're taking the horses.
- Okay, come on, come on, come on.
[indistinct chatter]
- Get back! You men need to get back now!
- Thing is we've got some questions of our own,
so why don't you guys take a five minute smoke
and we'll ask them? - Fuck off, Tully.
Do you really wanna go back to jail over some Chinaman?
- No jury would convict me.
Come on, Bill. Just give us the chink.
Huh? Come on!
[all shouting]
- Easy! - Stay back!
- Come on, lads! Get that chink!
- Back, boys! - Stay back!
- Put that away! No guns!
The last thing we want is to be killing our own over this.
You wanna crack a few skulls, well, they've got that coming.
- Step aside, Bill. We're taking him.
- The fuck you are! Now listen to me!
I know you're looking for justice,
but this isn't the way!
[glass shattering]
[all shouting]
[blows landing]
[carriage rattling]
- [grunting]
- Get that chink! Get him!
[all shouting]
- [groans]
[blows landing]
- That's it. Come on, lads!
[overlapping chatter]
- [grunting]
Get off! [grunts]
[all shouting]
- That's it! - Give them it!
Come on, guys!
[all shouting]
[glass breaking] - [crying]
[all shouting]
- Get the chink!
- Come on, boys! Get that chink out of there!
Come on now! - [whimpering]
- Get that chink over here!
[all shouting]
[lock clanking]
[shouting continues]
- Go in, come on!
- [grunting]
- Drag him out!
[all shouting]
- That's it.
- Come on! [indistinct shouting]
Come on! Come on!
- [gasps]
- You slept.
- [groans softly]
I didn't think I could.
- You needed to.
- I should go.
- There's no need to be rushing anywhere,
things being the way they are.
I'll make you some tea.
- I could do with something stronger.
- A little early, don't you think?
- Thinking's what I'm trying to avoid.
- Well...
[groans]
It's lucky for you I live in a bar.
[all shouting]
[tense music]
- Murderer!
♪ ♪
- [groans]
- Get him! Hold him still!
[all shouting]
- Tully!
Tully!
[all shouting]
♪ ♪
- Get him up there!
- Tully!
♪ ♪
Tully! - What the hell?
- String him up! [distant shouting]
- Tully!
[groans]
- Hey!
- [grunts] - Fuck off!
- [grunts] - Get the fuck off.
What the fuck is happening, Bill?
- Fucking Tully!
[all shouting]
- Please!
[all shouting]
- [grunts]
- [gagging]
- Stop! Let go!
- Get off him!
Stop! Let him go!
- [gagging] - No!
Jacob!
[all shouting]
Stop, stop!
[shouting continues]
Stop!
[grunting]
[snarls]
[groaning]
[grunts]
[somber music]
Jacob!
Stop! Stop!
- [gagging]
[heartbeat pounding]
♪ ♪
- Move!
- Stop!
♪ ♪
[both breathing heavily]
♪ ♪
They killed him.
He saved Penny's life,
and they strung him up like an animal.
- Yes. - You didn't stop them.
How could you just stand there while--while they--
- Hey, I walked into that mess same as you.
I wouldn't have been able to stop it anyway.
This was always gonna happen one way or another.
I told the cops as much. I told the mayor, too.
No one wanted to listen.
- There's a dead man hanging right outside your bar!
- And there'll be more dead men before the day is done!
Will you blame me for them, too?
This is a goddamn reckoning,
and anyone who didn't see it coming
had their head in the fucking sand!
- [breathing heavily]
[somber music]
- Go home.
- Dylan--
- Go back to your high castle and your pretty things.
♪ ♪
You were never anything more than a tourist here,
just taking in the fucking sights.
Well...
Now you've seen them.
♪ ♪
[door slams]
- [crying]
- These chinks have gone too far!
- Yes!
- If the cops can't do their fucking jobs,
then we'll do it for them!
[all shouting]
I'm going to Chinatown! Who's coming?
Eh? Who's coming?
That's it! Let's go!
Come on!
Let's go, boys!
Come on now!
[all shouting]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Lee.
Lee!
Where the hell do you think you're going?
- Fuck that. I'm waiting for the cavalry.
- Yeah, Bill, we're not gonna die for some murdering chink.
- We don't have the numbers!
God damn it! Fuck!
♪ ♪
Lee!
♪ ♪
- Chao.
I won't forget your help today.
- Well, it's not like you gave me a choice.
- And when you went behind my back to take down Zing,
what kind of choice did you give me?
If I were you,
I'd be grateful for the opportunity
I gave you to redeem yourself.
- I gave that man my word.
I took his money.
- There are greater things at stake here
than your precious reputation. - What we did today,
turning in one of our own-- - Like you turned in Zing?
- Zing was a gangster and a murderer.
He had it coming.
- I think you might be splitting hairs here.
Come on, Chao.
What we did today was for Chinatown.
To keep the bulls and the ducks
where they belong, out of our bowl.
The more cause they have to be here,
the more at risk we all are.
[indistinct chatter]
I would think if anyone could understand that,
it would be you.
[panicked shouting]
- Sweet fuck.
[shouting continues]
- Hey, there's no time to turn the horses around!
We gotta get off the street!
Mai Ling, let's go!
- [breathing heavily]
[shouting continues]
- [grunts]
- [shouts]
- Come on! Come on now!
- [shouts]
[glass breaking]
[baby crying]
[grunting]
- [speaking Cantonese]
[door bell chimes]
[shouting continues]
- [grunting]
[gunshot]
- [grunting]
[shouting continues]
- [whimpering]
[somber music]
[all shouting]
♪ ♪
[shouting continues]
♪ ♪
- What the fuck is this?
Hong. - Yeah, boss?
- Get everyone. Now.
♪ ♪
If we dice these ducks,
they'll bring in the fucking army.
- We don't dice them, they'll burn this place down,
then bring in the army.
- What do you think?
- I think I'm glad I'm not in charge.
- Fuck you.
- What do you think?
[all shouting]
- I think we spend every day living in their world.
♪ ♪
But today they're gonna die in ours.
♪ ♪
- Hey.
♪ ♪
[shouting continues]
♪ ♪
- Out of the way! Out of the way!
♪ ♪
[all yelling]
- [grunting]
- [shouts]
- [shouting]
[blade slicing]
[all shouting]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[chaotic shouting]
♪ ♪
- Hey!
- [gasping]
- [grunts]
- Fucking pig.
Fucking pig!
[shouts]
- [grunts]
- Whose side are you on? - [shouting]
[grunting]
Back!
[gun cocking]
[grunts]
[breathing heavily]
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
[all shouting]
- Lee!
[all shouting]
Lee, goddamn it,
you self-righteous little prick!
Lee! Fuck off!
[groans]
[groaning]
Lee!
[groaning]
- It's Chou, goddamn it! Let me in!
Go.
[door creaks]
[door locking]
[gentle music]
♪ ♪
- A brothel?
- If you prefer the street, you know where the door is.
We gotta lock this place down now.
Where's Ah Toy?
- [groaning quietly]
- Wh--what the hell happened to you?
- Believe it or not, I actually won the fight.
Is it bad out there?
- It's not good. Where are your girls?
- I sent them to the Hop Wei when we first got word.
- [shushes]
- W--we can't protect them here.
- Easy, easy, easy. - [groans]
[groaning continues]
- You're burning up. - I'll be fine.
I just need to rest.
[groaning]
Mai Ling.
What's she doing here?
- It's a long story.
- You'll excuse me if I don't bow.
[groans] - You need a doctor.
- I don't think you're gonna find one today.
- No.
- Well, then I guess we just wait it out together.
- I have some experience patching up wounds.
Maybe I can help.
Do you mind if I take a look?
- [groans]
- I need to clean out the wound and sew it up
before it gets infected.
Do you have any medical supplies?
- So how many were there? - Two.
- Only two?
- They were big motherfuckers.
[distant thud]
- What was that?
- [grunts] [distant thudding]
- Stay with her.
- Just relax. - [groans]
- [whimpering]
- The fuck are you swinging at me?
Hey!
I kinda like these.
[grunts]
[suspenseful music]
[all shouting]
♪ ♪
- [grunts]
- [yells]
- Fucker broke my goddamn nose.
[nunchaku whooshing]
♪ ♪
- Can I borrow these?
[banging]
- [grunting]
[groans]
- [whimpering] - You need to be still.
- [moaning] I should be down there.
- Whatever's going on down there,
Chou and that ridiculously large man will handle it.
- What if they can't?
- Then whoever it is will be in here soon enough.
Either way, there's no reason to get up.
Now, let's sew this up.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[both shouting]
♪ ♪
[thuds]
♪ ♪
[both shouting]
♪ ♪
- [groaning]
♪ ♪
- [grunts]
[squelching]
- [shouts] [bones snapping]
- [breathing heavily]
♪ ♪
[blow lands] - [grunts]
[slicing] [both grunting]
- [grunting] [banging]
♪ ♪
[gunshot]
♪ ♪
[gunshot]
♪ ♪
[slicing] - [shouting]
- [groans]
[hot water hissing]
[grunting]
- [groaning]
- Say good-bye, chink. - [whimpering]
- [grunts]
- Mm!
♪ ♪
- You shouldn't be here. - But I bet you're glad I am.
- In here!
♪ ♪
[shouting]
[door opens]
[door closes]
[distant footsteps]
- Jacob's dead.
And it's like the entire world's gone mad.
[gentle music]
- No.
This is the world.
♪ ♪
- [fast, shallow breathing]
♪ ♪
- Almost done. - [whimpering]
Where did you learn how to do that?
- I was married to a warlord back in China.
- [panting]
- The men who fought for him would often come back wounded.
I patched them up as best I could,
not that I wanted to but...
when they died, he blamed me.
- [whimpering]
I'm sorry.
- Don't be.
If it wasn't for his cruelty,
I wouldn't know anything about sewing up wounds.
Where would you be then?
- [whimpering]
- You need to be still. - [groans]
- You're not a very good patient.
- [groaning, breathing heavily]
Everything I've done since I've come to America...
I did so I wouldn't feel like this ever again.
Weak.
Vulnerable.
[groans]
- It seems like you've done a pretty good job.
- You, too.
[groans]
From a warlord's wife...
to a warlord herself.
[groaning]
Why are you helping me?
- Well, I'm taking shelter in your house.
Feels like the least I can do.
Like you haven't seen what's going on out there.
We may not like each other
but today we're Chinese and they're not,
and that's all that matters.
[gentle music]
If we live to tomorrow,
we can go back to the luxury of our own agendas.
♪ ♪
- I didn't have an agenda.
♪ ♪
I think I just convinced myself I didn't have any other choice.
- Neither of us did.
Not if the only other option was submission.
- We had to fight.
- And if we make it to tomorrow,
will things be any different?
♪ ♪
We don't need the Irish.
Tongs will go right back to dicing one another.
- And you'll go back to selling sex.
- Yes.
We'll both do terrible things,
all because neither one of us is ever
gonna go back to what we were.
♪ ♪
- [groans]
♪ ♪
[all grunting]
♪ ♪
- [grunts]
♪ ♪
[all shouting]
[tense music]
♪ ♪
[all grunting]
♪ ♪
- [grunts]
[all shouting]
- [shouts]
[nunchaku whooshing]
[yells]
[all shouting]
[gunfire]
[all shouting]
- San Francisco Police!
Stand down!
♪ ♪
[indistinct shouting]
[all groaning]
[somber music]
♪ ♪
- [coughing]
♪ ♪
- You're all right. Good.
[indistinct chatter]
- Easy now, easy now.
♪ ♪
[tense music]
- [heavy breathing]
♪ ♪
- Oi, heads up, lads.
[crickets chirping]
[distant dog barking]
[distant horn blowing]
- What the hell are you doing?
We finally put a stop to this mess,
and you wanna start another fight?
I'm serious. Don't take another step.
- We're here for him.
[gentle music]
♪ ♪
- Be quick about it.
♪ ♪
[OZI's "Jiasuo"]
[rapping in Mandarin]
♪ ♪
[engine revs]
AH TOY: This place... None of us can be our best selves.
We're too busy just trying to survive.
RICHARD LEE: I can't do it anymore.
Wait! You're a cop. Not anything else.
Guess I'll find out.
You know that weight you feel. You can't fight an entire city.
(GRUNTS)
Learn to live with it.
You bastard!
(GROANS)
PENELOPE BLAKE: Mr. Buckley! What are you doing?
(CLAMORING)
♪ (INTENSE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
So...
who's buyin'?
What happens now?
Now, I finish my drink.
Then I'm thinking I'm gonna kick your Irish ass
in front of all your buddies here.
Are we gonna talk or are we gonna fight?