All language subtitles for Grisse s01e05.eng

(crows cawing)

(dramatic music playing)

(theme music playing)

(clearing throat, knocking)

What is it, Moresby?

Are you looking for more books
in this Governor's collection?

The last time you were here,
I almost shot you dead.

(clearing throat)
I merely wish to discuss strategy

on what you intend
to do with

the new dignitary
on our council.

I know you see me as
unexperienced and short of knowledge, Moresby,

-but I was not born yesterday.
-I would never suggest such a thing.

It is very easy for me
to see that Adnan

doesn't have the people's
interest in mind.

I believe you, but still
we must be mindful.

He is a man, and what's more,
one of royal lineage.

The combination can be
a potent and exhilarating one.

And I am my father's daughter.

Adnan should not underestimate
me, and neither should you.

As I was saying,
I was not born yesterday.

On the contrary.

In fact, you have always
struck me as an old soul.

We have a problem.

-What is it, Maran?
-There's no time to discuss.

Let's go.

(ominous music playing)

Kalia...

I believe that you are the
rightful leader of this town,

and I assure you I am
always at your service.

Thank you.

Stay away.

-Moresby, he's--
-You don't need to explain anything.

Right now there are
more important things that we need to attend to.

(sinister music playing)

(wood creaking)

Oldest trick in the book.

(grunting)

(wood creaking)

-I don't understand.
How did this happen? -I don't know.

And why is the prison empty?

That stranger you took from
Jambu's bar, where is he?

Kurt.

He must have been
the one who killed Daan

and released all
of the prisoners.

But why?
That doesn't make any sense.

-The jailer's gone.
-I'm sure he must be involved, too.

You are the lawman
of this town, Maran.

Maintaining the peace
also means

keeping those who break
the law behind bars.

This was planned.

Whoever did this had
help from the inside.

None of that matters
until we have proof.

Right now, the Governor is dead,
we have a killer on the loose,

and someone on the inside
is provoking us.

No one is to know about this
until we have the facts,

until we have a plan.

Otherwise, the council
will lose trust in us.

-Well, I suggest--
-I suggest you get your act together, Maran.

If anyone questions
this incompetence,

you know I will have
to answer for that.

Now, in the meantime,
find the insider

and hunt the killer down.

-And where are you going?
-To talk to Moresby.

(sighing)

(foreboding music playing)

(mysterious music playing)

(sinister music playing)

(opening gate)

(gate closing)

(grunting)

(wood and machinery rumbling)

(ominous music playing)

(snoring)

(coughs)

(sighing)

(coughing)

What is taking so long?

News, man, I need news!

Nothing yet, sir, but our men
are on standby and on lookout.

I can't decide
whether she's impudent

or simply dim-witted.

She is trying my patience.

Sir, your hand.

How's our man on the ground?

Secured his position?

He has, sir. He's in.

He'd better play
his cards right.

-(grunting)
-Pardon me. I'm terribly sorry.

Hey, watch it!

Returning it to
Governor Daan, are you?

-He won't be
needing it anymore. -Shh!

-What?
-Shut up!

(mysterious music playing)

-(grunting)
-(wood creaking)

(wood creaking)

Adnan:
The things that you do to serve me.

Everything I do is to serve you.

Is there any other purpose?

There is no more noble or
honorable calling than to serve.

And now I serve you with
this piece of knowledge.

With it, an opportunity
has opened up

and presented itself.

The Governor is dead.

We must call
the council at once.

The path is clear,

and you, my prince...

will rise.

(Lena sighing)

(Lena moaning)

(sighing)

(mysterious music playing)

-Hey!
-Maran!

What?

What's wrong?

Well, spit it out, you guys.
The night cannot get any worse.

Sultan Adnan, he has called
for an emergency meeting.

I thought I had more time.

-When?
-Now.

Jambu:
So let me get this straight.

Your biggest bargaining
chip is dead,

because of that freak that came
into my bar the other night,

and now he's
on the loose.

Adnan:
I'm afraid so.

It's disturbing to hear we've
let an assassin inside

to target our only
hope of negotiation.

More so, the rest of your Dutch
prisoners have been set free.

If they're still in Grisse,

then there's danger lurking
around every corner.

If you can't keep your
prisons under lock,

then why the fuck do
we need you, lawman?

Leave it to a man
and look what happens.

He struts around town
carrying that big gun of his,

but he's shooting blanks

because she's holding
all the fucking bullets.

-Chi: You men are
all the same. -I don't see a man.

I see a fucking lackey under a
woman's thumb, under her shadow.

-Weak from the lack of sunshine.
-I'll show you how weak I am.

Enough, Jambu!

-Make your move.
-Sit down, lackey.

Kalia:
Jambu!

This may have been
an oversight by Maran,

but none of us knew
this could happen.

And ultimately, I am
responsible for this.

We will find this man, Kurt.

He cannot hide long. Same
for the other Dutch soldiers.

They found a way in.

Most likely, they found
a way out back to Dewitt.

(laughing)
That's a big fucking oversight, eh?

It's understandable, Kalia.

You are young
and new in these matters.

-The lack of experience--
-Will never occur again.

I appreciate the assurance, but
if our security is compromised,

trust in those who keep us
safe will be questioned.

I have my suspicions.

But it is too early for me
to come to judgement.

So I beg for more time.

I will get to
the bottom of this.

(dramatic music playing)

Lena:
You better find Kurt, then, Kalia.

Before he becomes a ghost.

Lena:
Women.

Because they are
the weaker sex,

they always have
something to prove.

It's difficult under a woman,

because they are guided
by their emotions

and by their intuitions.

It makes them
erratic leaders.

You'll always be
in the wrong with them.

If you take the blame,
you admit defeat.

But if they take the blame,
they become a martyr.

Come to the sultan's quarters
anytime you like, Maran.

I'm confident that you could
impart some of your expertise

where it will be...

appreciated.

-(grunting)
-(moaning)

(moaning)
Harder!

(moaning)

Harder! Harder!

I am very sorry
to interrupt the--

Back massage only, love.

-(Ryuichi panting)
-(Chi moaning)

Back massage, yes.
Of course.

(Chi sighing)

-Chi...
-Hmm?

I really need to speak to
Moresby, but I cannot find him.

-I--
-(Chi moaning)

I didn't know where else to go.

(sighing)
Don't worry, child, you're always welcome at Chi's.

But for that ang mo,
I don't know where he is.

I'm at the end of my wits.
This act was not by chance.

Whoever killed Daan knows
how important he was to us,

and I suspect that Daan
is keeping a secret from us.

Chi:
His father was a fat cat from Batavia, no doubt,

but that's not a secret.

Well, then, what is?

What was he talking about?

Now he's gone,

and I don't have anything
left to bargain with.

You do.

What?

There is something
more important

than the Governor
and his father.

Oh, now you speak,
you lump of clay.

Come on! Out with it!

You once said that everyone
has a sad story.

We either swallow it or keep
our mouths shut until it's time.

Chi:
Mm-hmm.

When I was a mercenary,
there was a time

when I was working
for the Governor.

Chi:
Why didn't you mention this before?

I'm not proud of my past. That
is why I don't speak of it.

But today, it seems
necessary to go back.

When I first came to Grisse
with the other samurai,

we were ordered to guard
a German man named Bernhardt.

I followed orders
without question.

But at the time,
I thought it was unusual

for someone other than
the Governor

to have his own
personal bodyguard.

Until I found out that
he was an important chemist.

He and Daan had created
something new,

more powerful than opium.

It needed to be protected.

Daan kept Bernhardt in
a secret room in his house.

They tested people.
Men, women, and children.

Especially, young children.

-I brought them in
and carried them out. -Chi: Were they dead?

I made sure they were.

I took to the dragon smoke
to escape what I did.

They thought I was weak
and could not be

trusted with this secret.

That is why they
sent me to hang.

The German chemist
might be dead by now,

but I'm sure his work
is still in the secret room.

Find it and you will be back
on equal grounds with Dewitt.

You once asked if fate
had brought us together

by design or by fortune.

For what I did...

I lost my way and my honor.

I can never go back.

But for now,

my misfortune is your design.

I can help you
find your way.

(dramatic music playing)

Anything?

(ominous music playing)

(grunting)

Where is it?

The town is shut down.

And nobody can get in,
nobody can get out.

I don't understand.

This doesn't make any sense.

(breathing heavily)

You must be calm.

All the thoughts and
emotions are clouding your mind.

This means whoever killed Daan
must still be here.

Somebody amongst us.
A spy, a traitor.

That is one possibility.

What is the other possibility?

Maybe there is another
way out of this town.

Another way out?

(dramatic music playing)

Ryuichi, the draft.
It's coming from here.

Can you feel the draft?

(both grunting)

-(grunting)
-(wood creaking)

(ominous music playing)

(wood creaking)

(Ryuichi panting)

Kalia...

What is it?

Footprint.

Moresby.

(wood and machinery rumbling)

(rumbling)

(eerie music playing)

Maran, thank you for coming.

The sultan is expecting you.

These people, they can't
even feed themselves.

Yet there are coming with food
and offerings for Sultan.

He has a powerful
effect on people.

He reminds us of what
we are fighting for.

It's not only freedom,
but everything that we lost

when the Dutch took our land.

(ominous music playing)

We're in a righteous struggle

to take back
what is rightfully ours.

Our heritage, tradition.

In this fight, it's our duty
as men to reclaim our past

and take control of our future.

Because when they come, it will
be with overwhelming power.

I fear Kalia might not be
prepared for that kind of force.

The way things are right now,

none of us is prepared.

You see, Maran,

each of these elements
have individual properties.

Lemongrass cleanses the body.

Cinnamon improves circulation.

Star anise wards off infection.

Cloves relieve inflammation.

On their own, they have
certain benefits,

but combined it becomes
a lethal weapon

to combat any
foreign bodies.

The only thing missing
is something

to bind them all together.

In the long history
of this land,

many empires have
risen and fallen,

Power has changed hands
so many times.

You were rulers, then slaves,
then rulers again.

An endless cycle.

Do you know the one thing
that kept the people united?

The sultanate.

People need their kings.

We are the identity,
the soul of this land.

And the sultanate
is the adhesive

that binds all the
elements together,

creating the force that
the people will rally around.

(dramatic music playing)

Drink for us, Maran.

(ominous music playing)

Easy...

You liar.

I have a bullet
with your name on it,

and I'm not gonna hesitate
to use it this time.

-Please, Kalia, forgive me.
I can explain. -Explain what?

That all your advice was
for your own self-interest?

That you had no intention
in honoring anything between us, Moresby?

Please hear me out.

I trusted you.

(bags dropping)

I beg you.

I am risking everything,
including my life,

-by returning to you.
-What do you mean returning to me?

Before I left town,
I heard that Daan was dead.

Without Daan, you have nothing.

I'm not keeping you alive
to tell me

matters that I already know.

Yes, you hunted me down,

but I returned
of my own volition,

because I know you have
nothing to bargain with.

I am here right now
because I am

the only one
that can help you.

Moresby:
The opium trade has been in existence for decades.

It's just as common
as nutmeg or cloves,

but it makes a lot more profit,

because it is driven by
the addiction component.

But these formulas
were changed?

The natural substance used
in the so-called opium dens

was manufactured further by
chemists to create morpheum,

named after the Greek God
of dreams, Morpheus.

Morphine.

Correct,
my samurai friend.

Morphine has been used
for years to relive acute pain.

Extremely popular, as you
can imagine, during wartime.

So Morphine was
the new product that everybody was after?

-From the Dutch
to the British? -Not quite.

Our unfortunate chemist friend
was in the middle of converting

morphine into a product
three to four times more potent.

And therefore, three to four
times more valuable.

-So the Governor...
-Was running a secret lab,

and selling the products
as his prime business.

It is an extremely
lucrative trade.

If the chemist was
successful in perfecting

the formula to this
new merchandise,

business would have boomed.

Everybody wants to get
a hold of these papers.

So Dewitt's demand for the
Governor's life was a sidetrack.

Daan was merely a red herring.

Yes, he was the son
of some lord in Batavia,

but make no mistake, Dewitt
did not give a toss about him.

His appointment to Grisse
was to secure the lab

and all the papers within it

under the masquerade
of rescuing the Governor.

The stakes just got higher.

I need something more valuable
to bargain with Dewitt,

and now I have it.

Indeed you have.

Just shut that bitch up.

I'm tired of her.

Women are tricky.

They know what they
do not want,

but they never know
what they want.

(Adnan laughing)

Cheers.

We will see to it that your
business is secure, Jambu.

Maran is our protection.

The streets will be
at peace with him around.

Kalia has called
a council meeting.

Adnan:
I hope you're here to tell us that Kurt is either dead

or caught along with
the other soldiers.

No, we have yet to find them,

but I called this meeting
not to discuss that matter.

I need to see Dewitt
tomorrow morning.

Days have passed
since our first meeting.

But surely, Kalia, you must
bring something to the table.

Otherwise, we might
as well be dead.

Moresby:
My dear Sultan...

She does have something.

What?

-Me.
-How the fuck can you be used as leverage?

Not as leverage,
but as a threat.

Adnan:
How?

I think you forget,
my dear Sultan,

that I am a member of
the British East India Company,

who are just as aggressive
and resourceful.

We beat them at their own game.

Very well then.

-If you feel that will
suffice as a threat. -I do.

With Moresby threatening
the British involvement,

it is something Dewitt
must fully consider.

Lena:
But Moresby must remain here.

As soon as that threat
is issued, he will be killed.

And you, too, Kalia.

I will explain in a letter,
but you must be protected.

Maran.

Will you come
with me tomorrow?

We still need to find Kurt
and the escaped prisoners.

It's my responsibility.

Kalia, samurai seems
quite capable.

Maybe he should accompany you.

Very well, then.

Adnan:
Good luck, Kalia.

(whispers):
Good luck.

(clanging open)

Chi--

Please ensure his safety,

and don't let him
out of your sight.

-Don't worry.
-Thank you.

(dramatic music playing)

The deal was to break
him out of jail.

Not to kill him in jail.

-It's complicated.
-I don't care.

You are running out of chances.

This time you cannot fail.
Understand?

Kill her.

(end titles music)

-(GUNSHOT)
-(SOBBING)

GENERAL DE WITT: I know
how it feels to lose someone.

KALIA: It's been more
than half a day.

We must do something.

Because of your actions...

(GRUNTS)

...this town is in great danger.

Without a leader,

Grisse is vulnerable.

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