All language subtitles for Grisse s01e02.eng

(crowd shouting outside)

-(men yelling)
-(door rattling)

(shouting continues)

(gunshot)

(door crashing in)

(door opens)

(men grunting)

(gun cocks)

(gunshot)

(indistinct arguing)

(arguing continues)

(rapping on table)

Everybody calm down!

Now, in the absence of
authority, unfortunate events happened.

We can deal with this
by quickly electing a new leader.

Who the fuck are you
to tell us what to do, rebel boy?

You made it worse.

Business was good
before you came to town.

I am the leader of
a local rebellion army.

-And with my expertise--
-A leader needs influence.

I'm the biggest supplier
of this town--

The biggest supplier of lies,
you cheating bastard.

Unlike you,
I serve all equally.

-Men and women.
-You think you can fuck your way to the top, Chi?

Like I said,
I can fuck my way to the moon and back.

(laughter)

(pounding on table)
People!

My men and I have
fought the Dutch for years,

and we've earned
our victories in blood.

That is why I am the most
suitable person

to oversee this town's
interests.

Old man:
But you did not win this town.

She did.

(indistinct whispers)

-A woman.
-Old man: Not just any woman.

Her name is Kalia.

Daughter of the late Amir,
the true leader of the rebellion.

And now she is the true
hero of Grisse's freedom.

I've known Kalia
and her father for years.

But experience is what is needed
for the task that lies ahead.

Not heritage.

Old man:
You fought under her father.

You witnessed his fighting
spirit as clear as you saw her bravery today.

You saved us.

She has earned her place.

Chi:
The old man has a point.

Sisters should stick together.

I vote for the fucking bitch.

(crowd chattering)

Man (chanting):
Kalia! Kalia!

Crowd (chanting):
Kalia! Kalia! Kalia! Kalia!

(chanting continues)

(theme music plays)

I need medical attention.
I told you just now.

Did you not hear me?
Are you mute?

Are you hearing-impaired?

I have an injury!

See? I am bleeding!

(cell door slams)

You can't do this.

You don't have the authority.

No authority!

We do now.

Do you know who
you're dealing with?

Do you know who I am?

Pray, do tell 'em, chap.
The suspense is killing me.

Go on, then.
Tell 'em who you are.

Bet they can't wait
to hear all about it. (chuckles wildly)

This is going to be
so much fun! (laughs)

(stomach gurgling)

-(defecating)
-(relieved sigh)

Old man:
It must have been ten...

fifteen years ago.

We were observing a tiny
Dutch encampment.

Planning out
an attack on a handful of Dutch soldiers.

We were not familiar
with the area.

But your father insisted
it was safe.

What we didn't know
was that we were standing

right on top of an ant colony.

Oh, those ants got all over us.

So, we had to strip naked
and jump into a nearby river.

-(laughs)
-And the soldiers didn't notice?

Oh, they did.
We were caught in the river.

But your father was twitching
so much from all those bites,

the soldiers thought
he was soft in the head.

(laughs)

And when they asked
him questions,

your father pretended...
(laughs) he pretended...

He was... he was a mute.

(laughing)

Oh. Your father
sure had his antics.

But his quick thinking
and his instincts

saved all our lives
that night.

(whimpering)

(laughing)

(cackling)

-(coughing)
-I am not in the mood to save your life tonight.

So you better put
that cigarette out,

and then get yourself
to bed.

Oh. I'm not Amir, my dear.

You always listen
to your mother.

Bless her soul.

But tonight, I will do
as you say.

(sighs) It's a new era.

Who could have thought?
Amir, you tricky bastard.

Your father saved
that old fool not only a few times.

Many, many times,

my husband wanted
to quit the resistance, and go home.

But then your father
convinced him to stay,

and fight,
and not to give up.

But didn't you get lonely?

Your father also misses home
very, very much.

But he had
a higher purpose.

To save his home.

Grisse.

(instinct chatter, laughter)

-(baby crying)
-(dog barking)

Sorry.

Sorry.

A thousand
apologies.

Sorry.

(singing song in
foreign language)

I would rather
stay with you and Aunt Bunincy.

You are Grisse's
guardian now.

This is where
you belong.

We'll be back in the morning
to help you tidy this up.

Don't worry.

You will get used to it.

(door closes)

-(soft footsteps)
-(stairs creaking)

(blanket rustling)

(sniffling)

(sniffling continues)

Jambu:
Being a diseased whore is bad enough.

But being caught
red-handed...

Makes you a fucking thief,
Chi.

Looks like you're getting
desperate, huh?

Sending your girls
to pick up my crumbs?

He who doesn't
feed his dogs feeds the thief.

Your mongrels must have
encouraged her.

As our ancient
Chinese ancestors say,

"A thief has more
than two hands."

Your ancestors
were whores and scum

that passed on useless
words of wisdom

to one inbred
generation to the next.

(exclaims in disgust)

The stench of
a scheming swindler

follow your
mongrel ass everywhere.

I guess that's all your
grandmama taught you.

Enough! Now watch me
beat the shit out of your fucking whore.

I would rather have
my tits nailed to my knees!

-(clanging)
-(crowd yelling)

(crying)

-(grunting)
-(punching)

-(clanging)
-(yelling)

-(thudding)
-(grunting)

-(grunting)
-(punching)

(grunts)

(groans)

(yelling)

(laughing)
Yah!

-(yelling)
-(kicking)

(metal clanging)

-(thudding)
-(punching)

(crashing)

(men grunting, yelling)

-(agonized yell)
-(thudding)

-(punching)
-(grunting)

(glass shattering)

(pigeons cooing,
goats bleating)

(fighting continues)

Maran:
No, stop, stop, stop!

Stop, stop!

Little boy:
Kalia! Kalia!

Where are you going?

-I'm sorry.
-You can't leave.

-It's just not who I am.
-The town is falling apart.

(yelling)

(crashing)

The town will be fine.

-The people will sort
themselves out. -No.

They will kill each other.
And it will be our turn next.

-But you have Maran.
-But we choose you.

Your father wasn't afraid.

He would definitely
never run away.

(yelling, fighting)

(blows landing)

(gunshot)

Break it up!

If you don't break it up,
I'll arrest all of you!

(grunting)

(gun cocks)

-(gunshot)
-(chain clatters)

Man:
Chi!

We need to do
something about this.

It's easier said than done.

Let's clean up this mess.

This town needs to know
who's in charge.

We need to set
an example.

-(door clatters open)
-Female Guard: Take them out.

Governor:
Finally.

What took them so long?

(laughing)

-Guard: Get up.
-(Governor groans)

Moresby:
Earnest the Dutch have returned

because they forgot their
stroke awful law cup cast.

I can't see how this
could be good news for you, old chap.

Well, I don't know
about you, chap.

-Ah, old chap!
-Whatever.

But I'm someone
of importance to my country,

and that is why
I am getting out today.

And you are not.

-Ooh!
-Shut it.

(cackling)

(blows raspberry)
Boo. Boo.

(door clangs shut)

(indistinct yelling outside)

(bell tolls)

(bell tolls)

I think you can
take these off, now.

Did you hear what I said?

Are you hard of hearing?

-(grunts)
-I heard every word you have to say.

From that asshole
you call a mouth.

How dare you?
Do you know who I am?

Nobody gives a shit.

What's your name?

I will report you
as soon as this is over.

Where do you think
you are going, hmm?

This is unacceptable.

-Move!
-Move it!

This will be the day
of reckoning.

Yes, it will be.

Because you
are so important,

we have a special one.
Just for you.

(coughing, spitting)

(breathing heavily)

Kalia:
Maran.

What are you doing?

(panting)

What the people want.

Maran, look at them.

The people want peace.
Not... this.

They are the enemy, Kalia.
They need to be punished.

And they will be.
But not like this.

We need to show the people
that we are not weak.

Taking a life does not
make you strong, Maran.

And sparing a life
does not make you weak.

The Dutch took lives
because they were afraid.

They feared us.

We...

do not act out of fear.

If we went around
killing people as they did,

we would be no different
than him.

Grisse is a free town, now.

We are not afraid
of our enemies.

And we will fight them
until the end.

But never forget,
there are laws.

And they are
to be respected.

Those who break the law...

will answer to Maran.

Free the civilians.

What about him?

Lock him up.

(snorts)

-Guard: Get up!
-Female Guard: Move it!

(door clatters open)

(man coughing)

Moresby:
Back so soon?

(mocking): What?
They haven't returned to save you? But...

That's just ghastly!

You are free now.

(sighs, laughs)

Ah. Well.

It's been grand,
I must say, old chap.

Chin up, old boy.

Our paths will
most definitely cross again.

It's just a matter of time.

-(Moresby laughing)
-(grunting)

Come on.

Bye!

Thank you.

(sighs, laughs)

I don't want
any trouble.

And trouble there
shall not be.

I simply need a shave.

Don't worry, old boy.

I'm good for it.

-(piano music)
-(laughter)

-(glass shattering)
-(dog barking)

(laughter)

(knife clatters)

(laughing)

(liquid pouring)

(knife clatters)

(laughter)

(liquid pouring)

-(clanging)
-(knife clattering)

(commotion quiets)

(sword clanging)

Thank you.

(chatter returns)

(sniffs)

You're quick with
that thing, samurai.

I'm not samurai.

Isn't that
a samurai sword?

Katana is samurai sword.
But I'm no samurai.

Jambu:
Well, suit yourself.

All I care about are those
fucking samurai moves you've got.

Come in handy here.

I don't know your story,
samurai, and frankly, I don't give a shit.

One thing I could tell you,

these are fucking
strange times.

We need all the help
we can get.

Looking for work?

I work alone.

Isha.

Are you sure
there's nothing I can offer you...

in exchange
of your services?

Tit for tat.

We made a fucking
sweet deal, Samurai-san.

(wind howling outside)

(window shuts)

-(indistinct chatter)
-(chickens clucking)

-(baby crying)
-(goat bleating)

(sighs)

Tiger penis.
(laughs)

This gives man
more energy, extra stamina...

Harder, faster,
stronger.

Look around.
This is a brothel.

I need something
for pussy! Not dicks.

-What else you got?
-Let me find it.

What's that?

(laughs)
I got one.

(sniffs)

Made from limestone,
and many, many healthy herbal mixtures.

(laughs)
For tightening, and drying.

Over there.
(laughs)

We need to create
some kind of a barrier. No, a wall.

We should keep
the two sides separated.

No mixing, no contact,
no interaction--

What are you rambling on,
law man?

-You want this up your ass?
-See?

-No respect.
-Maran. We cannot separate the people.

This town needs
to be united.

I've already seen families
pick up their things and leave.

-We need to band together.
-Just separate Chi from Jambu.

It's easy.
It's clear. It's done.

Wall?
An innovative idea.

But you might have
more pressing matters at hand.

Although,
if I may say so, young lady,

unity is indeed
part and parcel of peace.

-Excuse me, who are you?
-I know that voice.

Moresby:
We've had the pleasure of meeting.

Unfortunately, not under
the best circumstance.

Moresby.

A representative
of the EIC.

The honorable
East India Company. At your service.

Yes, I remember.
In the dungeon.

Moresby:
Please forgive my pasty countenance.

I haven't had much time
to frolic in the sun. (laughs)

Well, it has been delightful
to see you again.

-Miss?
-Kalia.

Kalia. Yes.

Well, good luck
with the wall, old chap. (laughs)

It might come in handy
when the Dutch come back. Good day.

When do you think
the Dutch will come back?

Maybe very soon.
This is far from the end.

-Kalia, we can--
-Are these the pressing matters that you were referring to?

The Dutch has
a colonial empire,

and will not take
this defeat lightly.

You are David
to their Goliath.

You don't have to listen to him.
We've beaten the Dutch before,

we can beat 'em again.
It's that simple.

Believe me,
I wish it were that simple.

We know what's at stake.

So go mind your own business.

Kalia:
No.

Let him speak.

(clears throat)

(scoffs)
I am British.

I represent the other
colonial empire,

so I can think
like they do.

The shame in losing
a small town like Grisse in their eyes,

is no different than losing
the whole Dutch East Indies.

One town, then another.

The Dutch will act
on this plague.

This is the calm
after the storm.

But there is worse to come.

Of course,
there is the matter of the British.

We are presently here
in small numbers,

and can be of service.

I can try to gain
my company's support

in supplying firearms
and soldiers.

An advantage the Dutch
would never see coming.

Why would the British
want to help us?

You said so yourself.
You are the other colonial empire.

You're no different
than the Dutch.

(clears throat) But we are,
at this moment, at least...

We have no quarrel
with you.

So what do you suggest
we do in the meantime?

Well, you've already
answered your own question, Miss Kalia.

Unite your people.

Form a council.

Get the most powerful members
of the community together,

in one room,
on equal ground.

No discrimination.

-Everybody equal.
-Moresby: Precisely.

Democracy.
A people's government.

I would be happy
to advise you on the council.

I am quite seasoned
to such matters of diplomacy.

She doesn't need
advice from you. Right?

Thank you, Mr. Moresby,
for your counsel.

I will... be in touch.

Of course.
(clears throat)

At your leisure.

We know nothing
of that man.

He cannot be trusted.

That might be true, Maran.

But at this moment,
he's making a lot of sense.

Are you seriously
considering making him...

-an adviser to the council?
-I need all the help I can get.

You must be careful.

That's why I have you.

I can count of you for that.

Compliments of the house.

(bleating)

Hey, it will be different
this time.

I know it.

I can feel it in these
old bones of mine.

We can't stay on.
It's too dangerous.

The Dutch will be back.

I'm sorry.

-(gunfire)
-(screaming)

Guard:
Open the gate!

Hey, open the gate!

Abiah!
What's going on?

The Dutch!
They ambushed them in the forest!

(scattered gunshots)

Come on, Joe.

Run as fast
as you can.

Maran:
Check everyone else! See if they're still alive!

Run, run, run, run!

Where is Aunt Bunincy?

They are all dead.

Don't be afraid, Kalia.

Stay.

Your father's spirit
runs deep in you.

This is where you belong.

Your people... need you.

(gasps)

(sniffles)

(gate closes)

The town is sealed, sir.

We encountered refugees.

-Any survivors?
-No, sir. Just as you ordered.

So, let's get on
with the siege, shall we?

Soldier:
Sir.

(dramatic music playing)

MORESBY: A mad drunkard
with cruel, cold veins

and a history of violence

is not something you want
on your doorstep.

(GUNSHOT)

GENERAL DE WITT:
Now, there's a nuisance walking up and down the street.

A self-proclaimed lawman.

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

DE WITT:
You haven't seen anything yet.

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