All language subtitles for 5rFF-mnturist-part1.eng

Hello.

Johannes Brandt?

Are we to have a menagerie?

Oh...
his name is Peebo.

He's a parakeet.

I'm Nella.

Short for Petronella.

Are you the housekeeper?

Where is Johannes?

My brother is not at home.

Your brother?

So you are...

Marin Brandt.

Otto!

For your feet.

Otto is my brother's manservant.

This is Cornelia.

She is the maid.

They will look after you.

This is Petronella.

She is the Seigneur's new wife.

I expect you'll want
to see your bedroom.

To the kitchen.

Oh, he lives with, um...

Come on.

This used to be my room.

But it had the better view,
so we gave it to you.

But... no, please,
you must keep it.

No, you misunderstand.

The view is of you.

Amsterdammers must see

that Johannes Brandt
has a new wife.

The Oortman's
grand ancestral seat,

is it warm and dry?

It's not that grand.

And it's damp.

We couldn't afford
to maintain the dikes.

Pedigree counts for nothing.

Nothing.

The dikes must be maintained,
or the waters will rise.

We sent the second-best barge.

I hope you weren't offended.

Johannes was using
the other one.

No, of course not.

Did he know I was coming?

You must be hungry.

I'll have Cornelia bring you
something to eat.

Oh...

do you have any marzipan?

We do not keep sugar
in the house.

The luxury of it
sickens the soul.

Cornelia will bring you
a herring.

Be still girl!

He'll be here any moment!

Now you listen to me, my girl.

You need to marry him.

You need to make him
want to marry you,

otherwise we are ruined.

For myself, I don't care.

But for your brother
and sister...

He's coming, he's coming!

And this is Nella...

Petronella, I mean.

Your daughter is very beautiful,
Madame Oortman.

How bad are the debts, exactly?

The debts?

I know I was not the only one
you wrote to.

You would not have done so
had you not been desperate.

Did I mention
she plays the lute?

Praise God, we are saved.

He has asked for your hand.

Do you think you could love him?

Does it make a difference?

No, but I want you to be happy.

I think...
perhaps I could.

I hear they eat chocolate
wrapped in gold in Amsterdam.

Come, come.

She's here.

It would have looked better

if you'd been here
when she arrived.

Perhaps you should go
and see her.

No, let her sleep.

You have to understand...

I understand.

I have to work.
Rezecki, come.

The Seigneur's arrived
from London.

You're to breakfast together.

Come on, I'll dress you.

My mother sent my measurements
over in a letter.

Did the seamstress not get them?

Madame Marin sent them.

My mother knows my size.

I'm sure it was a mistake.

I'll do my best.

That's right, although,
Hamburg's a good choice.

- Yes.
- And Marseilles.

Good morning!

Good morning.

Thank you... for my dress.

There are more.

But... it's a little large.

Marin, don't you think?

Never mind,
we'll have it altered.

Come and eat something.

We are eating frugally today
to demonstrate humility.

Privation as a thrill, you mean.

Otto, get me some beer.

And Nella and Marin too.

It gives me indigestion.

Go on, be defiant!

Bravery is the rarest commodity

in the city these days.

How was the voyage?

Not much to tell.

The Lombardy silk,
who won the import rights?

Who? I forget.

Henry Field of London.

English... always the English.

Think of the commission,
Johannes.

I know what I'm doing, Marin.

This house
is evidence enough, no?

Have you spoken
to Frans Meermans yet

about his wife's sugar?

So that's what this is about.

It's been sitting
in the warehouse

for a month.

You still haven't told them
what you plan to do with it.

My sister thinks

that sugar rots the soul, Nella,

but of all the things
I might sell,

she pushes this.

What do you make of that?
Sell the sugar!

Don't tell me what to do!

Where are you going?

To check on your damned sugar!

I don't believe you.

Hello!

Did Johannes collect these
on his travels?

The world in a set of plates.

Isn't he rich enough
to have someone travel for him?

The Seigneur's spirit
belongs on the seas.

He says the ocean is something
the land can never be.

No patch ever stays the same.

What are you doing?

Only talking.

He's working, can't you see?

Leave that.

There are scrolls
you need to deliver.

Marin, I think Peebo misses me.

He needs fresh air and light.

His place is down here.

But Johannes's dog...
Johannes is the seigneur.

He may do as he pleases.

Is he away a great deal?

Nobody forced you to marry him.

I hope you're not disappointed.

I have no need
of a wedding feast.

I'm glad it's you.

Johannes...

I know we barely
know each other.

But I promise I will try
to make you a good wife.

And I give you my word,
when you come to Amsterdam,

I will do everything I'm able
to be a good husband.

I have urgent business
in the city.

I thought you'd want
to spend our first night...

here.

I wish it were possible.

You'll come to Amsterdam, and...

Then.

Johannes...

I just wondered,

will I...

see you...

later?

Tonight...

Tonight, I cannot.

Soon, then?

Nella...

When I told you
I'd do everything in my power

to be a good husband to you,
I meant it.

Good night...

sweet girl.

"Dear Mama,

"I have now been in Amsterdam
for over a week.

"The city is a glory,

"like nothing
I have ever experienced.

�My new home is beautiful,

and I want for
no material thing."

"He is like a man
which built a house

and laid the foundations
upon a rock."

"Johannes's sister Marin is...

very godly, and takes
great interest in our diet."

"built his house
upon the earth."

"As for Johannes,

"he treats me
with great kindness,

"but his work
takes him away a great deal.

"I look forward to spending
more time with him.

"I hope the dikes are holding.

"Please send my love
to little..."

Be quiet!

My God.

Johannes, what have you done?

What?

You told me to find a...
A what?

A wedding gift.

For you.

A man at the docks
had some cabinets left over.

I had it improved

with tortoise shells
and pewter inlays.

What is it?

A house.

Your house.

This house.

How much?

The frame was 2,000.

Curtains and furnishings
brought it to 3,000.

3,000 guilders?

A family could live on that
for years.

If you had money to spare,

you should have given it
to the Church.

Enough of your piety.

Well, she doesn't like it.

Neither do I.

That's a bitch's taste for you.

What about you?

I hoped you might like it.

What am I to do with it,

exactly?

You'll think of something.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Your door was open, I thought
you'd prefer it closed.

Smit's List.

It's a register
of all the craftspeople

and businesses in the city.

What for?

To decorate your house.

My brother will pay
for everything.

I thought you said
it was an extravagance.

The Devil finds work
for idle hands.

"Miniaturist.

"Trained with the great Bruges
clockmaker Lucas Windelbreke.

At the sign of the sun.�

"Dear Sir,

"I have a house of nine rooms,
on a miniature scale

"that is to be displayed
in a cabinet.

"I venture three requests to
you and await your response.

�Item: one lute with strings.

"Item: one cage,
suitable for a parakeet.

Item: one box of marzipan.�

How do I get
to the Kalverstraat?

What do you want there?

Nothing.

To leave a message for someone.

Who?

A craftsman, that's all.

I'll come with you, Madame.
There's no need.

I have a good sense
of direction.

Why didn't Otto come?

It's not easy for him.

What do you mean?

He was on
a Portuguese slave ship.

Sixteen years old.

His parents were dead.

The Seigneur saw him
and bought him.

You're saying he's a slave.

No.

But he owes the Seigneur
his life.

When he arrived,
he didn't speak for a month.

That coffee bean skin,
I've seen you looking.

I do not.
Of course you do.

Everyone does.

Oh, marzipan!

Do you think we could...?
Come on, Madame.

Cornflower!

Where've you been?

Well, what you waiting for?
Come in!

Please, Madame,
have a look round.

The Meermans insisted
the Seigneur distribute it.

They know he can get
a better price abroad.

And Madame's all for it,
even though she hates sugar.

Her and all the rest
of the killjoys.

I heard a rumor,

they want to ban gingerbread men

as papist...
can you believe that?

Madame, try anything you like.

Why not sell it here?

There's barely enough
to go round.

I think there's more going on.

More?

What do you mean...?

Hanna!

What are you doing, woman?

I must go.

I'll see you soon, Cornflower.

There it is.

The sign of the sun.

I've never noticed that before.

Hello?

Hello?

Madame!

I don't think
there's anyone here, Madame.

What happened to the cabinet?

It couldn't stay in the hallway.

It was taking up all the light.

Otto, Cornelia, the door.

Hello.

What the hell
are you doing here?

A Package.

For Nella Oortman.

So this is your new wife?

Jack Philips, Madame.

Next time,
use the lower entrance.

Who was it, Seigneur?

No one, Otto, no one.

A delivery, that's all.

What is it in the parcel?

Just some things
for the cabinet you bought me.

"Every woman is the architect
of her own fortune.

�Item: one lute with strings.

"Item: One cage,
suitable for a parakeet.

Item: one box of marzipan.�

"Sir, I thank you
for the items I requested.

"Your craftsmanship
is exceptional.

�However, I made no request
for a cradle,

"nor do I understand
why you would wish to send one.

"I must therefore curtail
our transactions forthwith.

Yours in good faith,
Petronella Brandt."

For the craftsman again?

Don't open it.

No, Madame.

There you are.

But where on earth is Cornelia?

You need to start getting ready.

Ready?
For what?

Johannes is taking you
to a feast

at the Guild of Silversmiths.

Why are the curtains closed?

The sunlight was too bright,
that's all.

We keep them open
during the daylight.

Otherwise people will think
we have something to hide.

The feast.

Was it his idea?

We agreed it was appropriate
you should attend.

You're absolutely sure...
there was no one there again?

I slipped it under the door.

Hanna sends her greetings.

You look wonderful.

See, Marin,

all that money I spent on
dresses was worth it after all.

Why aren't you coming?

I think it is better you're seen

with your wife, don't you?

You must remember

to invite the Meermans
to dinner.

All right... Nella, let's go.

Thank you...

for bringing me.

You don't have to thank me.

Then whom should I thank?

I mean, you're my wife.

You shouldn't have to thank me
for taking you somewhere.

Will the Meermans be there?

Marin seems very keen

for you to sell Frans Meermans's
sugar.

It's not his.

It's his wife's.

She sees it as a passport

to what she's always wanted,

the power and position
Frans couldn't give her,

but Marin doesn't understand
the complications.

Which are?

Exactly what he and Agnes
will do with the power

once they have it.

Turn around.

Close your eyes.

Smile and don't say anything.

The guilds have monopoly
on trade and set the prices.

Take no notice.

The silversmiths'
is one of the richest.

For a merchant like me,
who works outside the guilds,

attendance is not simply
a mark of respect,

but a duty.

Here.

Did you ever think food

is where we truly
find ourselves?

See this?

Cumin seeds
studding in new cheese

remind me
I am capable of delight.

Delft butter, so fine

and creamy...

Figs...

and sour cream,

take me back to my childhood...

only the taste of which
I now remember.

You?

My mother used to make marzipan
into rolls.

And the smell coming
from the kitchen...

it made my heart race.

Better than herrings.

What do you eat out at sea?

Other men.

Ah...

- Johannes!
- Over here!

Business.

Won't be long.

I see Brandt
keeps the same standard of wife

as he does everything else.

Agnes Meermans.

Petronella, isn't it?

Now tell me,

however did Marin find you?

Marin?

What do you mean?

A bride for Johannes.

She's been searching
for so long.

They're so close, of course,
brother and sister.

Sometimes we wondered if...
Agnes, please...

Frans,
this is Petronella Brandt.

Oh, I thought
she was a silversmith.

Where's Johannes?

I thought we were going
to talk to him.

Here he comes.

Madame Meermans.
Seigneur.

I see you are working
your usual magic this evening.

No magic, Madame, just me.

About the sugar, Johannes.

I have it in hand.

We never doubted.

Only, er...

when will it sell, do you think?

To get the best price
takes time.

What with the black markets
in the East

and the adulterers at home,

people are craving good product.

But I will not take your sugar
to the bourse.

The trading floor is a circus,
the market rigged.

You intend to sell it abroad?

I sail to Venice shortly.

Papists?

Of course, if you prefer,

we could dump it all here
in Amsterdam, flood the market,

and realize only a quarter
of its true value.

The choice is entirely yours.

You're the expert.

Yes, I am.

Come, Agnes.

There's Slabbaert,

we should say hello.

God be with you.

And you.

Who are they?

Schout and Schepenbank.

Judge and jury
here in Amsterdam.

Why do they look at you
like that?

Because they don't control me.

Do they want to?

Control you?

No.

They want to destroy me.

People admire you.

She wouldn't have talked to me
if I wasn't rich.

Are we?

Rich?

You cannot hold wealth, Nella.

It's like the sea.

Try to hold onto it too tightly,

it'll slip through your fingers
like water.

Marin loves to worry.

You must be tired... go to bed.

Ix'

not tired...

Johannes.

Still...

I have to make notes
on the men I met tonight.

What do you want?

What do you think I want,
Johannes?

I want to be your wife.

You are my wife.

No.

As far as I can tell,
I'm just...

someone you own.

Someone who's useful to you

for purposes
I can only guess at.

Like a dog,

like Otto.
Nella, please...

I've been here 11 days,
Johannes.

Longer than it took God
to make the world.

Until tonight,
you've barely spoken to me.

You're right.

I'm sorry.

I'll make it up to you.

Come.

Do I disgust you that much?

You do not disgust me.

You cannot bear me to touch you.

It's not that.

I have to share you with her.

Is that it?

I think you'd better leave

before one of us says
something we both regret!

No, no, Johannes, I know...
Go, get out!

No.

Come on, Madame.

You can't stay in bed all day.

Madame Marin wants
us all to go to church

to hear Pastor Pellicorne
preach.

And there's something for you.

It must be from the artisan.

Whatever it was you ordered.

But I didn't order anything.

Well, then, all the more reason
to find out what's inside.

Look, they brought the savage.

Seigneur, Madame Meermans.

Where is your brother?

Did Johannes invite you
to dine with us?

No, he did not.

But you will come,

won't you?

Shouldn't his wife be the one

who issues the invitation?

Please,

do come tomorrow.

We would be honored.

Come, let us take our place.

Adultery!

Usury!

Fornication!

And fouler deeds, too degraded
to name in God's house!

Do I talk of Sodom?

Of Gomorrah?

No, I speak of Amsterdam!

A city of closed doors,
through which no man can see.

Nella! Please!

But God sees!

For too long

we have tolerated the iniquities
of our fellow men.

But a storm is coming.

So, look now
into your own hearts

and the hearts
of your neighbors,

and consider
how you have sinned.

Marin?

Marin, are you quite well?

Husbands, love your wives...

Only two of them...

What are you doing?

Where did you get these?

The Miniaturist.

I don't know their name,
Marin gave me Smit's List.

It was the only one in there.

What did you tell them?
Nothing.

But you ordered these.
No.

No, I didn't order these.

I only ordered the lute,
the cage, and the marzipan.

These just... came.

How did they know what to make?

I don't know.

No more.

No more, you understand?

I think you're forgetting
your place.

What is that?

As a servant.

My place
is to protect this house,

and all in it, including you.

We stand or fall together.

A wonderful sermon

from Pastor Pellicorne
on Sunday, don't you think?

Oh, but of course,
you missed it, Johannes.

Let me guess.

He offers absolution
for your own sins,

but only if you confess
those of your neighbors.

Shall we try the sugar?

Cornelia?

Allow me.

Mmm.

Exquisite.

Cornelia, Otto,
what do you think?

Very good, Seigneur.

Delicious.

Mmm.

God be thanked,

you're going
to make our fortunes, Brandt.

When do you go to Venice?

I'll be gone within the month.

I have to know.

What did Brandt get you
for a wedding gift, hm?

I want one of my own,

and I want mine
to be better than hers.

Thank the Lord they've gone.

Clear up in the morning.

It's lined with fur?

It is you who has a hand
in that.

If you'd only considered...

Why should l...

"My darling,

"I love you
like the ever-changing sea,

"always different,
and always moving...

"You are sunlight through a
window which I stand in, warmed.

"One touch lasts
a thousand hours.

I love you
from the bottom of my heart."

Give it to me.

Marin,

I'm sorry.

I said give it to me.

Marin...

Marin, let go of me.

Get out!
Marin, you're hurting me!

Johannes will hear of this.

Where is everyone?

Madame Marin is unwell.

I took her her breakfast,
but she...

And Johannes?

He left early for his office.

No!
Tell me!

Where did he go last night?

He didn't come back!

And why is Marin so worried?

I told you.

He went to his office.

No.

No, you're lying to me.

Where are you going, Madame?

It isn't even 8:00.

You should stay here.
I can go wherever I want.

Otto!

Otto!

Johannes?

No.