Warrior

You think you can take me on?

The right question,

is do you really wanna find out?

Do you really think father would have wanted you

to cross us all just to get yourself killed?

You just got here, and already you joined my enemies,

gotten yourself arrested.

Not only are you with a white lady,

it's the mayor's wife.

What are you going to do next?

It's good to see you too.

Ah Sahm, the Irish have resorted to violence.

We need protection.

‐I'm gonna find you. ‐I hope so.

There is going to be a war between the tongs,

and if you're on the wrong side...

I won't hesitate.

This is not China, it's China Town.

You can't stop what's happening.

Mai Ling, she's my sister.

She was your sister.

Here, she's your enemy.

They're getting bolder,

coming into our neighborhoods now, killing on our streets.

The mayor has asked me to start a new China Town squad.

The mayor now has to show he's hard on China Town crime.

He couldn't care less where the handle falls.

But luckily I have you to aim the hammer.

I'll need to see blood in the streets.

You'll have your blood.

They want a war, let's give them one.

Things have gotten out of hand.

Two fighters, the best from each of your tongs.

A duel?

You can't fight.

LI Yong will kill you.

I think if I win your little power play is over.

You killed Long Zii.

Who the hell are you?

Good bye, Ah Sahm.

You ready for this?

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

This is a means for the tongs to settle their disputes.

This game is inevitable.

This was a victory for your tong,

but as you can imagine, I'm not happy about it.

If you take one step out of line,

I won't stop until I have your pretty little head

on this table.

What about Ah Sahm?

He's of no use to us anymore.

This is what it's come to.

I'm not different than anyone else here.

Come on. We both know that's not true.

The king is dead,

long live the queen.

You don't need to do this anymore.

I want you to come back.

You're alive.

It's starting to feel that way.

It's gonna get messy.

Probably.

Warriors have only two paths.

Get killed, or get better.

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[rousing spaghetti western music]

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‐ Ready? How do you want it?

How do you want it? ‐ Yeah!

‐ Stomp on his head!

‐ You are fucking dead, chink!

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‐ Fuck!

‐ Give us our money back!

‐ You had me worried there for a second.

‐ Well, uh, he's a big guy.

‐ Not big enough. ‐ Not today, anyway.

Thank you.

‐ You never count it.

‐ I trust you.

‐ I could make a mistake.

‐ I get the feeling

you're not someone who makes a lot of mistakes.

‐ I could tell you stories.

‐ Bet you could.

Well...

‐ What about you?

What are you doing here, Ah Sahm?

‐ Same as everyone else.

‐ Everyone else needs the money‐‐you don't.

The tongs take care of their own.

So the question is,

what's a Chinatown hatchet man doing

in a Barbary Coast fight pit?

Hmm? What are you looking for?

‐ Just staying sharp.

‐ Whenever you're ready to change your answer,

I'm your girl.

Whatever it is, I'm betting I can help.

‐ Thanks.

I don't need any help.

‐ See you soon.

[dramatic spaghetti western music]

‐ Was that your wife?

‐ Yes.

And my two boys.

‐ Oh.

Ian and Daniel.

I‐I'm so sorry.

How did it happen?

‐ Smallpox.

Eight years ago.

We just moved out here from New York when it spread.

‐ How awful.

‐ They'd be young men now.

What are you doing?

‐ My father's buried just up the hill,

and they refresh his flowers twice a week,

and that's too many flowers for any man,

don't you think?

I like to spread them out around the other graves.

‐ I'm sure your father would appreciate that.

‐ Well, I'm working under the general assumption

that he would've fucking hated it.

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‐ You find that funny?

‐ I just didn't know proper women like you swore like that.

‐ Huh.

You don't strike me as a man

who spends a lot of time among proper women.

‐ You're quick to judge, aren't you?

‐ You're the one who immediately decided

that I was proper.

‐ So I did.

My apologies.

‐ Apologies accepted.

Well, uh, I'll let you get back to your visit.

‐

‐ What?

Thanks, kid.

‐ I thought you were done with the Barbary Coast.

‐ Ah...

I guess not.

‐ You're not gonna find what you're looking for there.

‐ You don't know what I'm looking for.

‐ You're looking for weakness,

the flaw in your technique that allowed Li Yong to beat you.

Like I said, you're not gonna find it.

‐ Well, sometimes it's more about the searching

and less about what you find.

‐ What does that mean?

‐ I don't know.

I thought we were just trading clichés.

‐ Okay.

No more clichés. ‐ Okay.

I saw these guys at the fight.

They wore cut‐off queues on their jackets.

‐ They call themselves teddy boys.

I've seen them.

Those queues they wear are part of their initiation.

You want to join, a Chinese scalp is your way in.

‐ I was thinking we should pay them a visit.

‐ Not now. We've been too active lately.

‐ We leave 'em alone,

tomorrow they take another Chinese scalp.

‐ And if we keep leaving a trail of dead white people,

we'll become the threat to ourselves and Chinatown.

‐

You asked for my help.

‐ This isn't help.

This is just you looking for another fight.

Fight pits, teddy boys‐‐

you're looking to win a fight that's already over.

‐ And we're back to clichés.