Original subtitles

(indistinct camp chatter)

We are close to surrounding the town, sir.

Close?

Soldier: We are far from full strength.

We need many more men.

If I may, perhaps we could

incorporate the garrison troops into our own battalion.

The Grisse garrison troops are still alive?

What's left of it, sir.

Soldiers of Grisse,

how wonderful to see that some of you have survived.

General, I come to you for forgiveness,

not mercy.

We are not worthy as soldiers.

(spitting)

Why so?

We allowed those urchins to take us by surprise,

with hatred and fire I have never seen before.

Most of the men died where they stood,

and we retreated.

I am ashamed of my act.

I will die with my honor.

The dirty mercenary lies through his teeth, sir.

We were ambushed by a very well-prepared force.

They planned it.

We had no chance, and they-- they captured our governor.

I smell you a mile away, Sergeant.

Where is your weapon?

I lost it...

in the retreat.

Retreat?

A rout , Sergeant!

And you have no weapon,

so what use are you to me?

Take it.

Arm yourself.

Put the gun to your head.

-Uh, sir? -Now!

Dewitt: I have two men in front of me,

both on whom have turned from an enemy we all share.

Both are willing to die from their acts of cowardice.

As your commanding officer, I am disappointed,

but ultimately relieved I have brave souls seeking redemption.

That is a real soldier soul.

(crying)

Get on with it.

(groaning)

(whimpering)

(gunshot)

(moaning)

Men of the Grisse garrison,

you all smell of the same filth as your Sergeant.

Ironically, you have yellower bellies than our samurai over here

who at least displayed more courage than you ever would.

Cowardice is a disease, men.

It will be contained here and now

in a single grave.

And that darkness of a shallow hole...

I hope you all find redemption.

But mercy? Never!

Soldiers: -On the ground! -On your knees!

Soldiers: -Get them down! Get them down! -Get on your knees!

(gunshots, shouting)

General...

you took away my honor.

Honor left when you began your life with us,

my Oriental friend.

But you still have a journey of redemption you owe me.

Begin with telling me all you know

about those rabble-rousing urchins.

(theme song playing)

"By the time you receive this,

"Grisse would have been sealed off from the outside world.

"I offer you these terms...

"Release the governor and return the town

"to my control immediately.

"Deny my terms and I will lay siege

"and burn you to the ground.

"Grisse will suffer the same fate

"as all those other small towns

"that have shown callous disrespect to the Dutch crown.

"I expect an answer by dawn tomorrow.

General Dewitt."

Man doesn't mince his words, does he?

Very Dutch.

So you know him.

By reputation.

Dewitt is a man fallen from grace.

He is an eccentric with a penchant for the bottle.

So why worry about his threats?

A mad drunkard with cruel, cold veins and a history of violence

is not something you want on your doorstep.

He is unpredictable.

I heard about him when the British forces in Africa

encountered him running slave ships.

He left a trail of blood wherever he went.

Well, we need to respond

or there will be more innocent lives lost.

We can stand and fight.

We have the weapons,

-we have the men. -Whose men? Your men?

Jambu: My men? Chi's bitches?

You call that a fucking army?

Kalia: We have limited arms, ammunition, and men.

And hardly any supplies.

If we go head-to-head, we won't last long.

Chi: So what do you propose?

(dramatic music playing)

Jambu: So our so-called leader...

has no solution.

The Dutch seldom negotiate,

but here he's giving you a chance to answer his terms.

This so-called parley is somewhat unique.

So we can use it to come up with a plan.

-Just buy time. -Kalia: Yes.

Acquiring time needs patience, stupid.

Like waiting for your flaccid little cock to stand.

Shut your flat trap, you fat whore.

Moresby: Someone needs to meet Dewitt face-to-face to negotiate.

Maybe I should go, since this parley

is a gentlemanly thing between Europeans?

No.

You'll sell us out.

I will go.

As the elected leader, I will go.

I should be the one who'll meet with Dewitt.

He will not expect me.

But first, I need to see Daan.

Daan: Open this door, you simpleton.

Don't let me repeat myself over and over again!

Do you know who I am?

Soldier: He doesn't give a damn, Governor.

Why don't you pipe down and give us all some peace, huh?

I don't think we're going anywhere too soon.

Daan: How dare you! An officer speaking to me like that!

You'll regret those words.

-All of you scum. -Maran: Quiet down!

Aaah... you.

We had a lovely moment, my little witch.

Before you and your rebels decided to be treasonous.

I am your governor, the Governor of Grisse.

But you're not anymore.

(Daan laughing)

My father will make sure that you hang.

He will never let his son die here in this shit hole.

-Your father? -Yes.

He's an important man.

And do you want to know something else?

Tell me.

Come closer.

I will tell you something very intriguing.

I'll tell you a secret,

but there's something that I need.

I can't seem to go without it.

Kalia: What is it? Tell me.

And then I will give you what you--

You dare to negotiate with me?

Give me what I need!

(grunting)

Daan: Ah, ah! Oh!

Maran: Are you hurt?

(Daan coughing, groaning)

Maran: He's gone mad. We should just kill him.

Dewitt will never know.

Kalia: He said something about his father.

Tell me what you know.

His father was on the Council of Lords in Batavia.

Soldier: Explains why he got the job here.

Kalia: Was he always like this?

Soldier: He's a rich man's son.

A brat before he became a monster.

We thought it was the drink or the opium,

but he's on something else.

(Daan coughing, moaning)

You live within the hell you created.

You're just as much of a monster as he is.

(dramatic music playing)

-(door closing) -I'll see to it myself that you all are taken care of...

very slowly.

Either hanging from a noose

or meeting the end of a very dull axe blade.

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter)

Mind if I accompany you?

Only if you have something important to say.

Kalia: I don't need a chaperone.

Moresby: I offer nothing but my interest

and to engage you in the pertinent matters of the day.

Then you have my ears.

How about over tea, Miss Kalia?

I believe Miss Chi could rustle up something

far more civilized than Mister Jambu.

Very well.

(Jambu chuckling)

Look at me like that again,

and I'll put a hole in your head.

There's no reason to be uncivilized, lawman.

We're peaceful people.

(ominous music plays)

We're gonna run out of business if we don't do something quick.

You should have killed Chi when you had the chance,

and then the street will be ours.

There's no point fighting for a street

that has no way in or out.

We're like rats feeding on crumbs.

It's the lawman that's getting in our way.

He needs to go.

How about the samurai upstairs?

Moresby: Have you found

a comfortable place to stay?

Most of the rooms here are festering or infested.

Yes, I'm in the governor's residence.

Not too shabby.

Probably the best digs in a town like this.

I find it cold, drafty, and hard to sleep in.

Just finding myself looking at the books

wishing I could read them.

So he has a library?

Yes, he does.

It must be a fascinating place.

I'm sure it's filled with a wonderful volume of books.

Yes, all the knowledge.

Power is nothing without knowledge.

And the execution of that knowledge

is nothing without experience.

Is that what you intend to share with me, Mr. Moresby?

Of course, Miss Kalia.

And much more if you wish it.

I wish to know more about the parley you spoke about earlier.

I need to be prepared to meet with Dewitt.

I understand you work for the East India Company, Mr. Moresby,

but I'm sure your interests are similar to the Dutch.

(chuckling)

I admire your acute and correct assumptions.

For the matter of the company, yes.

Our interests are diverse,

and in some ways are similar to the Dutch.

Before we talk about your company's interests,

tell me more about how you Europeans parley.

Looks like you need another puff of the magic dragon.

Seems the life has left you without it.

Now, you listen to me, samurai,

I am no charitable man.

And your pleasure at my leisure

is not gonna last long for you

unless you start doing some chores for me,

paying rent.

And I know you have no coin.

Good boy.

Now, there's a nuisance walking up and down the street,

a self-proclaimed lawman.

But a man that can be rid of by the right person.

Use that blade of yours.

Make it quiet and quick, and make it look like

that Chinese whore had something to do with it.

You do this well, samurai,

I'll have much of this waiting for you.

Now, you're not smoking until you do it.

No man can stand straight

after a few rounds of the dragon smoke.

Do you understand, samurai?

(blade unsheathes)

I take this now and the rest later.

Those are my terms.

You do it your way, but you do it tonight.

(wolves howl, crickets chirp)

(gunshots, screams)

Maran: Jambu! What happened?

I told you to stay out of trouble.

Holster your weapon.

I was robbed, lawman.

He went down the alley.

Now go do your job.

Who robbed you? How many men?

Jambu: He was hooded. A loner.

Most certainly a man. More likely one of Chi's ilk.

Maran: You check the alleyways that lead to the back gate.

He couldn't have gone far.

-All right. -Go.

Now tell me, Jambu. What was taken from you?

I didn't think you had anything valuable.

We're robbed daily, lawman.

Since the Dutch are dead,

things have become a little dicey in these parts.

We need to protect our own. Right, lawman?

I'll take a look myself.

You go do that, lawman.

(ominous music playing)

(music intensifies)

♪ ♪

(box closing)

(sinister music continues)

(music intensifies)

(cat meowing)

(sighing) Stupid cat.

♪ ♪

(music intensifies)

(unsheathes sword)

(Maran gasping)

-Did you find anything? -No.

-Let's head back. -Okay.

(sheathes sword)

♪ ♪

-Find what you were looking for? -(cocks gun)

(clears throat)

I was merely inquiring on your well-being,

saw the bed empty, and presumed you were out.

I was rather distracted by these impressive books.

The ones you mentioned today.

I could've shot you if I didn't recognize

the style of clothes you wear.

(clears throat) Saved by some style!

I notice your interest when I talk about these books.

What are you looking for?

All right.

You have me.

I'm looking for ledgers of commerce,

imports and exports of opium.

Sources of farms and supplies.

It's something our companies compete head-to-head on.

The information may be in this room.

I'm sorry I was not so upfront.

Is there anything else you need to tell me, Mr. Moresby?

If there is more to this than meets the eye,

then you would be the first to know, I assure you, Miss Kalia.

I have much to consider since our talk this afternoon.

I need to focus on my negotiation with Dewitt.

(clears throat)

Then I wish you good night.

Miss Kalia...

Sleep does wonders for the health, you know.

Tomorrow won't be so rough.

Maran...

What?

(music intensifies)

Kalia: Mr. Moresby?

If I ever find you in my quarters again,

I will not hesitate to shoot you.

(grunting)

Oh, it's you!

I thought I was due for a spot of monkey.

I've been watching you ever since we let you loose.

Happy to be such an inspiration.

Enough of your stupid mind games, Englishman.

You are an outsider

and you are not to be trusted.

Is this a matter of security

or simply the machinations of a jealous heart, my dear man?

Smart fuckin' mouth.

(grunting)

You're incredibly emotional for a lawman, sir.

Best we leave this without violence.

There's enough gossip in town already.

(uncocks pistol)

Keep your opinions to yourself.

Stay away from Kalia.

That's for her to decide, my friend.

You lying dope addict!

You think you can get away with turning on me, huh?

(grunting)

Well, that brain of yours turned to shit

because of all that fucking smoke.

(grunting, shouting)

(grunting)

Jambu's Man: Get up, now. Get up.

(unsheathes sword)

Nice souvenir for our brief relationship, samurai.

Guess I need to get the job done myself.

(samurai gasping, gagging)

Jambu's Man: What should we do? Feed him to the pigs?

Nah, dump him outside the pig Chi's place.

A warning to her and her fucking bitches.

(dramatic music playing)

(dog barking)

-Dewitt: Did they find it? -Dirk: They did, sir.

It's abandoned and ruined.

I understand it was a temple.

It appears so, sir,

but it's surrounded by thick forest.

They could ambush you.

Or we could ambush them.

You seem doubtful of my approach, adjutant.

No, sir, not doubtful. Just concerned for your safety.

And also, that letter...

Why would you parley if you've clearly laid down the terms?

If you don't mind me asking so, sir.

An invitation to parley is something I do not often see,

especially if we are dealing with so-called urchins.

So, I shall call their bluff.

Understood, sir.

(flask rattling)

(clears throat)

Hmm. Dirk.

Bring me another bottle.

Penelope would appreciate it.

Right away, sir.

♪ ♪

Where's your weapon?

I don't want to provoke him.

Coming in with a gun will show that you mean business.

Besides, he's not expecting a girl.

You think I am incapable of doing this without a gun.

I didn't mean it that way.

But you think that way, Maran.

You always have.

I'm coming with you.

The agreement was I come alone.

Fine.

I'll take my best men. They won't see us.

Oh...

Who told you how to prepare for this?

Moresby?

Last night?

I saw you with him.

Are you looking after my interests or spying on me?

Look, Ka,

all I'm saying is,

we cannot trust the Englishman.

We know nothing of his true motives.

That may be so.

But we need more allies than enemies.

That's why I need to trust you.

You can always trust me.

Chi: I wouldn't touch him if I was you, my dear.

He's better off dead.

Chi, this man stood with you in the gallows

and fought with you.

Does that not matter to you?

No, not really.

In reality, it was each man and me for himself.

Kalia: Well, he saved your life

and maybe some of ours, too.

Chi: And look at him now. There's nothing to save.

-All right... -(samurai groans)

Up we go.

(Kalia grunting)

Kalia: You're there.

Kalia: All right.

(Kalia grunting)

Oh, come on!

The mutt will die by then.

Take him here.

Thank you, Chi.

Chi: Don't think I run a charity, eh?

You pay for his room and board, I'll get him to his feet.

But if you're not back here tomorrow,

he's gonna be out on the streets again.

If we still have a street.

(ominous music playing)

(music continues)

Get out through this gate,

walk into the forest path,

it will lead you to the temple.

You won't see us,

but we're with you all the way.

Kalia...

Careful.

All right, let's keep her alive.

Daan: I don't want your stinking food.

Give me what I need!

I told you, I need it!

Ah...

(Daan coughing)

Ah, my dear friend.

-(Moresby laughing) -(Daan moaning)

Such a cruel twist of irony.

Daan: You!

What are you doing here, Englishman?

Come to gloat?

Ah, a good gloat

comes only with an opportunity, Governor.

What do you want?

Something you want, too, no doubt.

You can get it for me?

If one knows its whereabouts,

it would be possible for me to retrieve it for you.

Along with the ledgers and formulas of its creation.

Then I can't help you, my friend.

No, wait!

(wincing) Come back!

I'll tell you, I'll tell you!

I'll tell you.

(suspenseful music playing)

♪ ♪

Maran: Here he comes.

I did not expect a messenger.

I'm not a messenger,

I'm K--

I'm the elected leader of Grisse.

What is your name?

Kalia.

An elected leader.

Democracy seems to have moved rather efficiently,

but it's tainted with blood.

The blood of innocent Dutch people.

What about the blood of my innocent people

over the last two centuries?

We can refer to history

when you can show a better understanding of it, Kalia.

I understand from what I see around me, sir.

You haven't seen anything yet.

Please, have a seat.

Let's get straight to the point.

I assume you and your rebels

have pondered the pros and cons.

What will your answer be?

I know you see me as a simple farm girl,

half your age with no experience,

so I will try to keep my answer simple, sir.

We will not surrender

until you bring down our walls and kill us all.

That won't be too much of a problem, Kalia.

And if you try...

for every trigger you pull,

a Dutchman will fall.

But before we die,

we will kill the Governor.

This won't look so good for a military man in your position.

Chi: Long on hair, short on brains.

Now you look like a man and not a beggar.

Samurai: My katana?

Cleanse yourself first.

Once you are ready, you can go and take it yourself,

my handsome warrior.

Dewitt: I see he's still alive.

He's not a rotting corpse.

I have your town surrounded, Kalia,

and I have all the time in the world

to starve you out.

The governor will starve before we do.

But not before he tells us everything he knows.

And what does he know?

We know that he's more than just an important man's son.

We have something you need.

That is exactly why you're not attacking us

like the other towns in the past.

And so we parley.

Allow the civilians and the wounded to leave,

provide us with some basic provisions,

and we will finalize our terms for surrender.

Provisions is out of the question.

But if it's time you're buying,

you got yourself till sundown tomorrow...

to surrender.

You may leave, Kalia.

And Kalia...

Safe passage.

(ominous music playing)

Sharpshooter: I have her in my sight.

Hold your fire.

I'll deal with her personally.

(intense music playing)

(bones cracking)

I thought we had her covered by the sharpshooters.

I thought so, too, sir.

Maybe it's a blessing in disguise.

She's curiously interesting.

(ominous music playing)

♪ ♪

(gasping)

I see you. I can smell your bluff.

(both grunting)

(gunshot)

Kalia, are you all right?

(heavy breathing)

Dewitt: Put our plans in action.

Make men go first.

Sir, our original contact met an unfortunate accident,

but we found a winning replacement, sir.

Dewitt: He better be up for the task,

or it will be your head.

(dramatic music playing)

(metal grate clanging)

♪ ♪

-(MEN GRUNTING) -(MAN SCREAMS)

MAN: You must be Kalia, the girl warrior.

CHI: I have to survive in this world.

In yours, you have harder decisions.

ZENG WEI: We all have secrets, samurai.

WOMAN: His entrance to this town was too... well-timed.

She's in our way.