02x10 - Man on the Wall

[bunniefuu]

Now, he doesn't look very dead

to me, does he?

(GRUNTS)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

Relax, Chao. It's over.

You know they're gonna hang him,

right?

(CROWD CLAMORS)

Jacob!

(MUSIC INTENSIFIES) ♪

I'm going to Chinatown!

Who's coming?!

(GLASS CRACKLES)

It's Chao, goddammit! Let me in!

Why are you helping me?

MAI LING: We may not like each other,

but today, we're Chinese,

and they're not.

And that's all that matters.

YOUNG JUN: We spend every day

living in their world,

but today

they're gonna die in ours.

(YELLING)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

[engine revs]

[low somber music]

♪

[crying]

[quiet chatter]

♪

[woman crying]

♪

Oh, for God's sake.

[indistinct chatter]

♪

It's a good likeness.

What the f*ck happened to you?

You caught outside yesterday?

This was unrelated.

I got cocky.

- Who was it?

- It's okay.

I didn't leave anyone alive

for you to punish.

You shouldn't be out like this.

After yesterday,

just needed to come outside

and make sure it was still here.

Looks like you had quite the day.

- Oh, that?

[scoffs]

That's just a painting.

- Nose is too big.

- [laughs]

Regardless, it's an opportunity.

You're a symbol to your people.

- It's paint on a wall.

It'll fade.

But it's here now.

People will follow you.

You could win a w*r.

Or end one.

- I don't call the sh*ts.

Young Jun does.

Young Jun doesn't have

his face on a wall.

- Hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- [groans]

- Let's get you home.

- No.

[moaning]

Do you know why I'm alive?

Why?

Because Mai Ling saved me.

What?

She's done some terrible things,

and she'll probably

do more of them.

But when she saw me dying,

she stepped in to save me.

This place,

none of us can be our best selves.

We're too busy just trying

to survive.

We need a hero. [chuckles]

Someone to remind us

who we really are,

or who we could be.

[mysterious music]

Maybe it's time

you were that guy on the wall.

♪

I'm nobody's hero.

That's exactly

what a hero would say.

[scoffs] Come on.

[dramatic music]

♪

[dramatic spaghetti western music]

♪

[blade swishes]

What the f*ck is this?

I can't do it anymore.

Lee, wait.

Look, we all think that

from time to time,

and after yesterday

I can't say I blame you,

but yesterday was not

business as usual.

Wasn't it?

Hooligans k*lling the Chinese,

gangsters k*lling hooligans,

and police in the middle

unable to do a damn thing

- about any of it.

- Listen.

We're not meant to succeed, Bill.

We're just bagging flies

for politicians

while they count their votes.

That's what I've been telling you

since the day you got here.

Then why do it?

Because there's still

a chance, Lee.

In between all the sh*t

and all the politics,

there's still a chance every day

to do some good,

to keep the peace.

I've seen enough w*r

to know the value in that.

And in lining your own pockets.

You're a smart guy, Lee,

so I'm not gonna try to tell you

I haven't made mistakes,

and God knows they've cost me.

I haven't known you for very long,

but I do know that

you're better than this.

I hope one day

you actually believe that.

You're young.

But maybe it's not

because you're young.

Maybe it's just because

you're a better person than me.

Either way

We need you here.

I need you.

Don't quit. Not now.

[brooding music]

♪

I'm sorry.

I just don't think

I'm cut out for it.

Lee.

You can teach a pig to hunt,

but that don't make him a dog.

[chuckles]

And what does that mean?

It means you're a cop;

not anything else.

♪

Guess I'll find out.

♪

It's easier

when it's another tong.

Then you can at least

plan a counterattack.

But you can't fight an entire city

or country, for that matter.

No, I guess you can't.

Well,

I guess I'm relieved

to hear you say that.

It's hard not to want to, though.

Yes, it is.

But believe me.

The battles

you choose not to fight

are every bit as important

as the ones you do.

I'm sorry about everything.

I really didn't want it

to happen that way.

Maybe that was the fight

we both needed.

We had our heads

so far up our own asses,

something had to give.

You grow old on the outside,

but inside

Inside I still feel like I'm 25

and itchy as sh*t,

and that's a dangerous feeling

for a man my age.

It's good to have you back.

I'm not back.

It's your show now.

[brooding music]

You know that weight you feel,

that worry that

you can't quite pinpoint?

Yeah.

Learn to live with it.

♪

Well, you inherited

one hell of a mess there,

Mr. Buckley.

That incident in Chinatown

the other day was a nightmare.

- A real black eye on this city.

- Yes, it was.

A holdover from

my predecessor's weak position

on the Chinese problem.

It's my position that

the Chinese don't belong

in this country, Mr. Oswald.

Captains of industry like you

and you, Mr. Clemmons,

continue to build your fortunes

around Chinese labor,

you'll be in for

a terrible reckoning

when the federal government

finally expels them.

- [exhales sharply]

[glass clacks on table]

We had hoped you would take

a more sympathetic approach,

Mr. Buckley.

If you intend on

going down this road,

you'll lose a lot of

friends around here.

We're not friends, Mr. Clemmons.

The sooner you understand that,

the sooner you'll sit back down

and we can make a deal.

A deal?

You gentlemen will be among

the first to support my position.

And in exchange

for your patriotism,

I'm going to offer you

Very quietly

A handful of financial incentives

to mitigate your

increased labor costs.

Incentives?

Are you happy, Mr. Buckley?

They k*lled him in the street

like a dog.

Gentlemen,

we'll have to pick this up

another time.

- Yeah.

- Sir.

Ma'am.

Mrs. Blake,

would you like a drink?

They lynched Jacob,

and you didn't make

a single arrest.

Lower your voice,

or do you want everyone

to hear you grieving

the wrong man?

You could have told the truth.

You know Jacob

didn't m*rder Samuel.

Do I?

But instead you were determined

to cast yourself as the hero

for your new constituency.

I'm going to see

that you pay for this.

You know,

I used to enjoy coming here

because no one bothered me.

You made this happen.

You may as well

have k*lled him yourself.

- I'm sorry.

Who are we talking about here?

I'm losing track,

what with the trail of bodies

in your wake.

You just inherited

the Blake fortune.

Without Jacob, you'd be on trial

for murdering your husband.

So if you're here

to express your gratitude,

pull up a stool.

No?

Now be a good widow and go home.

Nelson, can we help Mrs. Blake

to her carriage?

She's clearly very distraught.

- Of course

- I'm fine.

You like to sit there

in the shadows,

pulling everyone's strings.

We'll see how you like it

when someone else

starts pulling on yours.

[tense music]

♪

Place is quiet, huh?

We'll bounce back.

♪

So Father Jun saved your ass, huh?

♪

I've been in some bad scraps,

but I gotta tell you,

when I was staring into the barrel

of that assh*le's g*n,

I didn't think it.

I knew I was dead.

It got real quiet.

Everything just slowed down,

and I could just feel it,

you know?

Death.

And then there he was.

My father.

Just like he's always been,

yanking my dumb f*cking ass

out of the fire.

It was like he knew

I would need him.

♪

I don't know if I'll ever

be the leader he was.

He was young once too.

I don't know.

Sometimes I think he came

out of the womb

with that little beard

and his dead eye

already calling the sh*ts.

[both chuckle]

♪

Mai Ling reached out.

Really?

What for?

I think she's feeling vulnerable

without the Fung Hai.

Wants to get the lay of the land.

How do you wanna handle it?

I'll just tell her

exactly how it's gonna be

- from here on out.

- [scoffs]

[laughing]

- She's gonna love that.

- Yeah.

I'm looking forward to it,

actually.

I'm gonna go check on Ah Toy.

Give her my best.

Feels wrong getting sticky

when she's in such bad shape.

- So you're just gonna go home?

- No.

I'm just gonna enjoy it less.

[both laugh]

[dramatic music]

♪

[groaning]

♪

What?

Well, I'm just kind of enjoying

not being the one

lying in bed bleeding.

[chuckles]

[groans]

I guess this is a bit of a switch.

Ah Toy, whoever did this to you

I took care of it.

Well

Next time

maybe invite me along, okay?

You're not alone in all of this.

♪

This wasn't something I'd planned.

[scoffs]

Now you're really

starting to sound like me.

[footsteps approaching]

♪

[speaking Cantonese]

I'm sorry.

Is there something

I can help you with?

What? You speak English?

Yeah, and you mangle Cantonese,

so who are you?

[exhales]

I'm sorry.

I came as soon as I could.

The police had the roads blocked.

I told you not to come.

God, you're running a high fever.

I'm taking you to my house.

- My doctor will care for you.

- No.

You've been badly hurt.

I think I survive.

But if no,

I die here,

not in some white lady house.

[chuckles]

Well, fine.

Well, then I'm staying here.

Unless you're gonna

kick me out again.

- You wouldn't go.

- No.

No, I wouldn't.

Well, this all

makes perfect sense.

I'm Ah Sahm, by the way.

Nellie. Davenport.

I'll check on you in the morning.

♪

Thank you.

[brooding music]

♪

Don't belong here.

I belong wherever you are.

- You don't know me.

- Oh, I think I do.

I've done many bad things.

[whispers] Tell me.

♪

Thank you for seeing us

on such short notice.

You're welcome.

Not literally.

It's just an expression.

You're not actually welcome here.

I just wanted to come in person

to pay my respects

and to congratulate you

on taking the chair.

And now you have.

I know you and your father

didn't see eye to eye

with regard to our treaty,

but I hope you'll give me

the chance to prove

that we can all make more money

if we work together.

Oh.

Is that the pitch

you gave the Fung Hai?

Because it didn't work out

too well for them, did it?

The Fung Hai were a mistake.

I'll admit that.

Like you, I'd just become

the head of the tong,

and in my desire to make changes,

- I acted impulsively.

- Mm.

And now that we've wiped them out,

you're suddenly here

to pay respects?

[chuckles]

Look at what's happening

around us.

Just two days ago

they were k*lling our people

in the streets, in their homes,

destroying their businesses.

We can't afford to be

fighting amongst each other.

You mean you can't afford it.

[inhales and exhales deeply]

I just don't wanna be at w*r

with my own brother anymore.

[tense music]

What?

What brother?

I'm not your f*cking brother.

I'm sorry. Did you not

[grunts quietly]

You didn't tell him?

I just assumed you knew

this whole time.

[inhales and exhales]

What the f*ck

are you talking about?

Oh, this is awkward.

Oh, sh*t.

What the f*ck

is she talking about?

♪

Ah Sahm.

♪

Get them the f*ck out of here.

♪

[indistinct chatter]

What the hell was that?

A last resort.

You could have warned me.

Honestly,

I had no idea I was gonna do it.

♪

She tried to have you k*lled.

I was there.

I didn't say we were close.

Oh, f*ck you!

- Look, this is what she wants.

Don't you see that?

Sh she wants to drive

a wedge between

There is a wedge between us!

You're her f*cking brother!

I'm your brother.

[both grunting, blow lands]

Hey, hey, hey. I'm your brother.

Hey!

For what it's worth,

I think he means it.

Why don't we all just

have some dumplings

and give him a chance to explain?

♪

[both grunt]

- Start talking.

[panting]

Extra, extra! Order restored!

[bell ringing, shouting

continues indistinctly]

Mr. Raice?

I'm Penelope Blake.

I read your column.

Yes, Mrs. Blake. Of course.

I know who you are.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

- [exhales]

- What happened was just awful.

But you don't actually know

what happened, do you?

Nobody does, except me.

What are you talking about?

[bell ringing, distant shouting]

I'm talking about

an exclusive, Mr. Raice.

Here's what I think.

I think you've been lying to me

since the day you got here.

Hell, you could've been working

both sides all along.

You might have even thrown

that tournament for her.

- Young Jun

- Shut up.

I'm talking.

The thing is,

you didn't throw that tournament.

You were trying to k*ll Li Yong.

And Li Yong was gonna k*ll you

before that g*n went off.

I know what I saw.

And when Father Jun

kicked you out,

you didn't ask to come back.

That would have been the time

to join the Long Zii,

but you didn't.

So what does that make you?

That makes you an assh*le

with a sister who you hate,

who hates you,

who didn't want anyone

in the tong to find out,

because we'd have diced your ass.

And her coming in like that

to blow your cover?

She was basically counting on

that being the end of you.

[exhales sharply]

[sighs]

The battles

you choose not to fight

are every bit as important

as the ones you do.

[dramatic music]

♪

We've been through too much

for me to believe

you have any loyalty to her.

Good.

♪

But when the time comes,

and it's her or me,

us or them

Are you gonna make

the right choice?

- You saw it.

She was ready to watch me die.

Yeah, she's a cold bitch.

But what about you?

Are you ready to watch her die?

- [groans]

- I don't know about that.

Don't let her b*at you like this.

Don't make this about her!

This is about you lying to me!

♪

I'm gonna need some time

to think about this.

♪

Don't take too long.

♪

What do you think, Hong?

It's a tricky one, boss.

You're pissed he didn't tell you,

and I get that,

but you said yourself,

if he told you,

he'd have been dead meat,

so if you're him,

what was the right move?

f*cked if I know.

What I'm saying is,

maybe there wasn't one.

Kinda like now.

[dramatic music]

♪

[breathing heavily]

♪

[breathing continues]

[grunting, piano notes plunking]

[panting]

I think your tempo was a bit off.

What the f*ck do you want, Bill?

Are you taking requests?

[exhales sharply]

If I'm being honest,

I was just looking

for a f*cking drink.

Looks like you could

use one too, eh?

[indistinct chatter]

[distant piano playing]

♪

Aww, damn it. Aces again!

[laughs]

[indistinct chatter]

You again.

It's nice to see you too.

I don't want

any more trouble here.

I'm glad to hear it.

So, uh, where are my friends?

This no place for a cop.

Fortunately, I am no longer a cop.

So what does it take to get

a damn drink around here?

[tense music]

♪

I mean, every man

makes mistakes, right?

I'm a cop.

I'm sworn to uphold the law,

and I'm not saying I always do.

I'm not saying

I always get it right.

I mean, the world

is not black and white,

and sometimes in order to do good,

you have to make alliances.

Of course you do.

I didn't ask for any of this.

I didn't become a cop

to police a bunch of foreigners.

They don't understand

a f*cking word I say.

How are you supposed to

uphold the law in a place

where no one understands

a f*cking thing you say?

She'll come home, Bill.

You didn't see

the look she gave me.

Good women get angry.

Do you know why?

Because they know men like us

have no business loving them.

And they can't forgive

themselves for loving us.

[exhales]

So we pay for it.

[dramatic music]

We pay 'cause our f*cking reach

has exceeded our grasp.

♪

[glass clunks on bar,

cork squeaks]

♪

And for you?

♪

So how come you're not

a cop anymore?

Because the cops aren't cops.

They're just broken men

in blue suits.

And are you broken?

♪

I was once a better man.

We all were once.

Maybe there'll come a time

we can be again.

Not at this rate.

[blows]

I have k*lled men.

Some men need to be k*lled.

Who gets to decide that?

The man holding the g*n,

obviously.

I guess so.

If you had to do it again?

Would you do it any different?

No.

No, I reckon I wouldn't.

Well, there you have it.

[grunts]

[brooding music]

♪

Time to go.

♪

Yeah.

♪

Bill.

♪

You were collecting

for the Chinese.

I buried that f*cking g*ng.

Yeah.

'Cause you got in over your head

and you couldn't get out.

Won't happen again.

No.

But it did happen.

And that bill's gonna come due.

You hear me?

[exhales sharply]

Yeah.

[groans]

I've k*lled men too.

[dramatic music]

Would you do it again?

Oh, honey, I did.

Some men need to be k*lled.

Amen.

You're gonna be trouble.

I can already tell.

[both moaning]

♪

[both moaning]

[moaning continues]

♪

[grunting]

[moaning]

[breathing heavily]

♪

[knocking on door]

- Yes.

- Mr. Buckley.

Sorry to bother you so late.

[door closes]

What can I do for you, Mr. Raice?

Now that Mayor Blake is dead,

I have no more

embarrassing stories

of his sordid peccadilloes

to k*ll.

You'll have to supplement

your income elsewhere.

Maybe. Maybe not.

I had a visit

from Mrs. Blake today.

Oh?

Mrs. Blake is claiming

that her husband

was three sheets to the wind

and trying to strangle her.

The Chinaman was defending her.

She also claims that

you knew this to be true

and you made the Chinaman

a political scapegoat.

That's absurd.

She also had quite a lot

to say about Mr. Blake's

peccadilloes.

Yes, I see you spared no details.

God is in them, Mr. Buckley.

It would appear we're still

in business after all,

Mr. Raice.

And what should I tell Mrs. Blake?

Tell her the truth.

You're not running the story

because you came to me

for comment, and I scared you off.

Understood?

Yes.

Mr. Mayor.

[door clicks open]

[door clicks shut]

[indistinct chatter]

[dramatic music]

♪

[breathing deeply]

♪

[indistinct chatter]

[twangy piano playing]

[chatter dies down]

So

Who's buying?

[twangy guitar plays]

[sniffs]

You're a long way from home.

So you keep saying.

How come you can speak English?

Well [clears throat]

Because it's really f*cking easy.

It's not a great idea for you

to come in here like this.

[chuckles]

- That's what they thought.

- Mm.

[exhales sharply]

So

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.

[indistinct chatter]

Anyone ever tell you you suffer

from an abundance of confidence?

It's come up.

Well, I appreciate you

saving me the trouble

of finding you.

Yeah, well,

no one wants to see another

f*cking Irishman in Chinatown.

You say that like you've got

any kind of g*dd*mn right

to be in this country.

And where were you born,

Mr. Leary?

- That's not the f*cking point.

- So what is the point?

The point is,

my people bled for this country.

Your people are bleeding it dry,

like f*cking pestilence.

[tense music]

Your people came here

for the same reason we did.

The cupboards were bare.

People needed

to feed their children.

Do you have any children, Leary?

♪

Are we gonna talk

or are we gonna fight?

[all shouting]

♪

[crowd cheering]

♪

You ready?

Let's go.

- [blow lands]

- [grunts]

[blows landing, both grunting]

[crowd shouting]

[tense music]

You gonna dance

or are you gonna fight?

[all shouting]

♪

[blows landing, both grunting]

♪

[groaning]

[all shouting]

♪

[shouts]

♪

[shouts]

[blows landing, both shouting]

♪

[blows landing, both grunting]

[grunting]

[crowd shouting]

Come on!

♪

Yeah!

♪

- [blow lands]

- [grunts]

[all shouting]

[shouts]

[grunts] [blow lands]

♪

[grunts] [blow lands]

[crowd cheering]

♪

Come on!

♪

[both grunting, blows landing]

Come on!

Yeah, right here.

[blow lands, grunts]

- [blows landing]

- [grunting]

Come on!

[shouts]

Come on!

[shouting]

[grunts]

[shouts]

[shouting]

[cheering]

[groaning]

[gasping]

♪

[groaning]

♪

[crowd shouting]

[blow lands, bones cr*ck]

[blows landing, both grunting]

♪

[blows landing, both grunting]

[shouts, blow lands]

[grunts]

[shouting continues]

♪

[groans]

♪

[bones cracking]

[panting]

[screams]

[both screaming]

[blows landing]

[screams]

[heartbeat thumping]

[gasps]

[crowd shouting]

[shouts]

[grunts]

♪

[breathing heavily]

[both panting]

[groaning]

Stay out of Chinatown.

Or I'll be back

with a f*cking army.

♪

[groaning]

[both panting]

[distant thunder rolling]

[rain pattering, thunder cracks]

[dramatic music]

[groaning]

♪

[panting]

[thunder booming]

♪

Morning.

[chuckles]

Good morning, Chao.

You're up early.

I'm up late.

I don't, uh,

sleep much these days.

These are difficult times.

You taking a trip?

Something like that.

Well, you went out strong.

It felt good to scrap again.

Where you gonna go?

It's a big country.

I'll know when I get there.

♪

You'll tell him?

♪

Well,

I think that's it, then.

♪

Keep an eye on my boy.

♪

[carriage rattling]

You bastard!

- I'm sorry, Mr. Buckley.

- It's okay, Miss Foster.

So you're buying reporters now?

Don't be ridiculous.

I've been buying reporters

for years.

How do you think

I kept your husband

out of the papers for so long?

I will find one

that you don't own.

Are you so determined

to sully your

late husband's reputation?

Jacob didn't deserve

what you did to him.

Me? What did I do?

The police apprehended a suspect,

one whom you aided and abetted,

I might add.

Mrs. Blake,

you've been through

a terrible time

these last few months.

Your father d*ed,

your business was destroyed,

and now your husband

has been k*lled

right in front of you.

Any one of these events would

be more than most could bear.

[blow lands, grunts]

[inhales and exhales sharply]

[grunts]

[tense music]

♪

Mr. Buckley, what are you doing?

- [blood squelches]

- [groans]

What?

[clattering]

Oh, help!

- What are you doing?

- She's gone mad!

[screams]

- What are you doing?

Why did you do that?

- Buckley, get up!

- What's going on here?

- She's in here!

- [groaning]

- Oh, God.

- Help!

- She stabbed me!

- Stop!

- All right, miss.

Come along with us.

- Wait.

- She stabbed me!

- He stabbed himself!

- Come on, let's go!

- He stabbed himself!

- Sure he did, miss.

Mr. Buckley,

I'm calling the medic.

- He stabbed himself!

- All right, that's enough.

♪

- [door squeaks]

- Lucy.

You look terrible.

I heard about the riot.

I just wanted to make sure

you were okay.

I'm not.

Are you coming back?

Not right now. No.

I never meant for

any of this to happen.

I don't I don't even know

how it did.

I was just going out there

every day

trying to do some good and

At some point, for some reason,

good stopped being an option.

A better man would have made

better choices.

I know that.

But the thing is,

I think I can still be that man.

I know I have no right

to ask it of you.

I know I put you

and the children in danger,

and that is unforgivable.

I know that, but

[dramatic music]

♪

Do you have any love

left for me at all?

♪

I swear to you,

I can be that man again.

Lucy

♪

Please.

♪

[breathing heavily]

I miss you.

♪

[sobbing]

Mr. Buckley.

Is my sister home?

I'm afraid your sister's

had an episode.

An episode?

A mental collapse of some kind.

She stabbed me in my office.

What?

Of course, I won't press charges.

She's been through so much,

the poor woman.

It is my hope that

with sufficient rest

she will be able to come home.

What do you mean "come home"?

Where is she?

[dramatic music]

♪

[screaming]

[all laughing and screaming]

♪

[horse hooves clopping]

[knocking on door]

Not your type.

I know.

What are you doing here, Mai Ling?

You didn't show up

to our last meeting.

I've been unable to reach you,

and I figured your redheads

might have better luck.

Operating a little far from home,

don't you think?

I think maybe you're a little

far from home yourself.

Tennessee, was it?

Now, I'm no expert,

but it looks to me like

you fought for the losing side.

I have two more.

They're for sale.

[tense music]

What do you want?

The same as you, Mr. Buckley.

I want blood in the streets.

Gentlemen, this area here

is Hop Wei territory.

The Hop Wei are the most powerful

and brutally violent g*ng

in Chinatown.

This is where we'll start.

I don't love the idea

of sending my men

to do battle with that lot

on their streets.

They're our streets,

Chief Flannagan,

but rest assured,

we're not going

to fight on their terms.

We're going to fight with

the most powerful w*apon

at our disposal, laws.

All the surrounding businesses

are the lifeblood

of the Hop Wei,

and we're gonna shut them down

by enforcing every

long-neglected ordinance

on our books. For example,

ordinance 234 concerning

the operation of brothels.

Ordinance 250

concerning the review

of every laundromat permit

in the area.

263 concerning maximum occupancies

in Chinatown apartments.

We will enforce these laws,

not by levying fines,

but by making arrests

and shutting down businesses.

Ordinance 275 is about

Empty promises.

As long as there's a buck

to be made with Chinese labor,

no one's gonna put

Americans back to work.

Mr. Leary,

you can't just walk in here.

This council doesn't recognize

you in these proceedings.

They all recognize me just fine.

And for those of you that don't,

you soon will.

[chair dragging across floor]

I'm Dylan Leary,

and I'm here on behalf

of the Workingmen's Party

of California.

[tense music]

♪

[match striking]

♪

[spits]

♪

[water lapping]

[seagulls calling]

[chains clattering]

Stand up and assume the position.

[tense music]

♪

Hug those bars!

♪

Lunchtime.

[plate clatters]

[chains rattling]

♪

[bars clanging]

[bars rattling]

[dramatic spaghetti western music]

[rapping in a Chinese language]

♪

Slide me a whiskey across

the bar top ♪

My life is hard knock ♪

And when your chest connects

with my fist ♪

It'll make your heart stop ♪

Counting me out but you

didn't add it up right ♪

Brought a couple nunchucks

to a g*n fight ♪

You know at this card table ♪

The deck is stacked right up ♪

Unless you look like,

walk like ♪

And quack like a duck ♪

Been a long night

with no match and one light ♪

But like Bruce Lee,

I survive standing upright ♪

[rapping in a Chinese language]

♪

Phoenix from the fire,

we're tight like no other ♪

You see, I'm tired

of fighting my own brother ♪

It ain't over,

we must destroy and rebuild ♪

And still have to move

the boulder up ♪

This fool's gold hill ♪

[rapping in a Chinese language]

♪

Warrior ♪

Back at it again ♪

Warrior ♪

A new legend begins ♪

♪

Warrior ♪

♪

Warrior ♪

♪

Warrior ♪

♪

Warrior, warrior, warrior,

warrior, warrior, warrior ♪

Warrior, warrior, warrior ♪

[engine revs]