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(metal grate clanging)

♪ ♪

(metal gate crashing)

(mysterious music playing)

Another drink? Or is that one too many for a quick fuck?

Mourn in your own shit then, you moody bastard.

Man: Two whiskeys, mon amie .

Jambu: Speaking of shit...

What's that stink?

Expecting any company, stranger?

I've got all the company I need.

Man: He's not so talkative this evening.

If you must know, he's taking a little rest

He's asleep.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Where's that accent from?

A little privacy, please. Me and my brother,

we like to drink in peace.

He-- Oh, you're awake now.

Welcome to the land of the livin', eh?

No?

Don't worry, we're going to have a little drink,

as soon as this-- this half-breed nincompoop leaves us alone.

You call me a fucking half-breed?

You should look at yourself.

The difference between us and you small-town mongrels

is that we travel the world on the ships of the D.I.C.

out of Cape Town, Africa.

So you work for the Dutch.

I should kill you just for that.

(gasps elsewhere)

Hello, Calypus.

Yes, we work for the Dutch for a long time.

But, as you can see, it didn't turn out so well for us.

More so for Calypus than me.

Drink up, Calypus.

Salut.

Ah...

Nothing like fire in the belly, eh?

He hasn't had a drink in a while, you know.

It makes his head better, it preserves his skin.

I'm giving away your beauty secrets now. Eh, Calypus?

-(man laughing) -(gun cocking)

Who the fuck are you, you sick son of a bitch?

I'm Kurt, and this is my brother, Calypus.

My twin brother, Calypus.

My better-looking twin-brother, Calypus.

-(Kurt laughing) -I've never seen you out here before.

-How the fuck did you get in? -Now, why would you care?

Unless you, my friend, want to get out.

I must tell you, it's not such a good idea.

It's a little bit hectic out there

with all the Dutch soldiers in the hills.

I want you out of my fucking bar.

You stink like shit.

You're scaring all my customers away

with this stupid head of yours and that stupid accent.

You understand me?

(laughing) Aye? No, it was your idea.

I wanted to go to the Chinese border, cross the...

Get out!

And take that rotten piece of shit with you.

(sighing)

Now look here, my friend.

No need for unkind words, my dear.

My brother Calypus, he'll not quarrel with you.

But you hurt his feelings, he's not going to take that kindly.

You're a fucking drunkard.

What the fuck is that piece of meat ever gonna do to me, huh?

Jump out and bite me?

Aye?

(laughing)

No, he just tolde to kill you.

(gunshots firing)

(gun cocking)

You should know better than to insult

those less fortunate than you, eh?

But you'll soon find out how hard it is to do

with a hole in your head.

-(gun cocking) -Isha: Drop the gun,

or I shoot the jar.

He won't look the same again after I'm done with him.

So step away.

(dramatic music playing)

Oooh, I like you.

You're sassy, my pretty.

Fancy going upstairs?

for a little threesome with my brother, aye?

-Jambu: Fuck you! -(Kurt laughing)

She's fucking mine!

Like that, wouldn't you, Calypus, aye? (laughing)

(door swings open)

Maran: Weapons down, weapons down! Down!

Maran's Men: -Drop 'em. -Drop it.

I can see we have a problem.

I had to protect my brother's honor.

He was insulted by this piece of cock!

There's no honor amongst thieves,

so lay down your weapon.

Lay down your weapon, or we will kill you.

And we'll take that jar and throw it down the sewers,

so the rats can have it.

Yeah, good point, Calypus.

All right, lawman. I'll drop my gun.

As long as me and my brother can share the same cell, eh?

He's afraid of the dark. (laughing)

(main theme playing)

(birds singing)

(groaning)

(wincing)

What happened to you?

Thank you for looking out for me.

Chi: When you drink water, do not forget who dug the well.

It is me who you should be thanking, samurai.

If it wasn't for me and my girls nursing you,

you'd be swine shit.

Pardon me, Chi-san.

As my kind benefactor, I will always be in your debt.

How about you start servicing me tonight, huh?

I'm just dying to wet that dry, fertile patch of mine.

Uh, I-- I'll do my best to please you.

Ugh, the sound of an ominous failure.

I don't need a boy, I need a real man.

Anyway, we'll have time to discuss this.

I have all the time in the world now that you're in my debt.

So, what happened with Dewitt?

(sighing) I think he's testing us.

I asked for some time,

and he said we will meet again,

but I think he's just using it to finalize his plans.

Chi: I heard you had a fight.

So now, you owe Maran a debt, too.

You'd be dead if not for that boy looking after you.

Anyway, the council will need some answers and a plan,

and I hear we have another damn meeting tonight.

I just need to talk to a few people.

Trust no one, my dear.

You don't even have to trust me,

but know that I have full faith in you

and I throw in my lot with your judgement.

(sighing)

I have to be a bitch to survive in this world.

In yours, you have harder decisions.

I don't envy you.

But know that I'll make it a little easier.

After all, I am the bosom of this town.

(laughing)

Dirk: Good afternoon, sir. Another message from Batavia.

"No further men will be sent

until Lord Van Kline assesses the situation."

Damn those fat, grubby worms in Batavia.

I need more men,

not a damned Lord from Batavia.

Sir, Lord van Kline may arrive as early as this evening.

That is quick!

The matters of the blood seem to move far quicker

than the matters of sovereignty.

Very well, then.

We shall prepare dinner, during which I shall

reprise the situation to his Lordship.

And his son's predicament.

(whistling)

Daan: Shut up, damn you!

You sound like a bird from Hell.

Aye? Yeah, I know!

I know, my brother, but a few days in here

will give us the rest we need, eh?

Who are you talking to?

I'm talking to my brother.

Yeah, you were right, Calypus.

(laughing)

A lot of strange people in here.

(laughing harder)

I hope we can get some rest tonight, eh?

(laughing turns to groaning)

-(coughing, spitting) -(vomiting)

Ah...

(mysterious music plays)

(ominous music swelling)

Soldier: Back away.

-(rifle cocking) -(grunting)

(ominous music intensifies)

Peace be upon you, brother.

(market bustling)

(giggling)

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you.

What are you doing here?

You took me from the gutter.

No, I mean what were you doing here in Grisse before?

I was a mercenary.

That day in the gallows,

I saw your own men ready to kill you.

I can't help but wonder...

if this fate that brought us here was by design

or by fortune.

Maybe both.

(gates opening)

(dramatic music playing)

Who are these men?

They're allies.

Kalia: They look more like assassins.

Why didn't you discuss with me before allowing them in?

What if the Dutch sent them?

Maran: Kal, there were decisions that had to be made.

Please understand that.

Sultan: You must be Kalia.

The girl warrior.

Kalia, this is Sultan Adnan.

We must show respect.

Adnan: I've heard much about you.

Your father's name and deeds precede you.

Adnan: Your reputation is the talk of the countryside.

I hear it was hard-earned in blood.

Such an honor to meet a warrior like you, Kalia.

Adnan: Your sacrifice to our people cannot go unnoticed.

And that's why I'm here.

To help.

I am grateful, Sultan.

I am Lena, counsel to the Sultan's court.

I think it would be best for us to talk under

a more suitable environment.

Kalia: Very well.

I think we can have a private conversation

without the need for arms.

Don't you agree?

We saw them kill enemy soldiers.

They can be trusted.

With all due respect,

as a child I was told stories about every sultan that ruled.

But I have never heard of your name.

Lena: You insult our Sultan's honor, Kalia.

No, Lena.

I think we owe Kalia an explanation.

I'm the brother of Sultan Hamid, ruler of the middle kingdom.

-Do you know of him? -I do.

He's a puppet of the Dutch.

My father fought against him.

Adnan: So did I.

We were born and bred as loyal nationalists,

but as the Dutch controlled more, we became powerless.

We lost battles. Men, women, children died.

People began to lose faith in their leaders.

So one by one, sultans in the West through the East

slowly made their own pacts with the Dutch for peace.

Also for money.

Kalia: And your brother decided to make a pact with the Dutch?

Yes.

I tried to stop it.

But I failed.

In the end, I had two choices:

to be hung or be banished.

I chose the latter,

and then I escaped with my men,

roamed until I heard about Grisse.

I knew it was a sign.

-A sign? -A sign of hope.

A place where heroes rise

to give our people a real hope of freedom.

Your words are very inspiring, Sultan,

but this is no place for a new kingdom.

Lena: Look around you, Kalia.

You are barely in control.

Leadership matters in life and death.

Do you think I lack leadership?

Kalia...

You are a hero.

You have earned the trust of the people

and made your father's legacy proud.

But that doesn't mean you need to be a leader.

I can see your reluctance.

It was never your desire...

nor your calling.

Adnan: I'll take that burden from you, Kalia.

I was born for this very moment.

And I'll give you a place where heroes belong,

and your legacy will be even greater than your father's.

Maran: You said so yourself, Kalia.

We need all the help we can get.

Together, we'll be stronger.

(dramatic music playing)

(piano playing)

(piano playing louder)

(discordant notes)

Wow, I have never seen a man recover

from that dragon breath as fast as you.

It's quite remarkable.

What's your secret, then?

I have no secrets.

I bet a silent man like you

has a loud soul just begging to be heard.

You must have untold stories.

Maybe something you would like to share?

I appreciate your interest, but I'd rather be alone with my thought.

So much for interesting conversation.

I'm stuck here all day with women complaining about

the state of their poor pussies and their wretched clients' cocks.

The shapes, the sizes, how small, how thin,

how monstrous, how strange...

You see, I know all there is to know about cocks.

How they work, how they bend.

How they break.

I crave conversational diversity.

Then why be here? Go somewhere else.

This is my home.

And these bitches, they are my family.

Chi took me in just like you.

You're nothing like me.

Ha. Not apple to apple, my handsome samurai.

Not quite.

But we have similar circumstances.

I was found in the gutter, dying.

Chi saved my life.

I used to work for Jambu, you know.

(chuckles)

But he thought I was too...

different.

Different from his band of half-blood mongrels.

So they abused me and they played games with me.

What games?

It was a card game that went wrong for Jambu.

He killed the man who won.

And because the man said that I was his lucky charm,

Jambu turned on me.

He beat me to an inch of my life,

he cut off my cock, and he threw me out on the street to die.

Chi saved me,

but she couldn't do anything about... me.

(laughing)

We all have secrets, samurai,

but some of them are just sad and tragic stories

we'd rather forget.

You see how we share similar circumstances?

I would interpret that a samurai's cock

is his katana, isn't it?

And it appears that you don't have one, too.

But I know where it is, samurai.

Mine may be lost forever, but yours

can be returned.

(heavy breathing)

(moaning)

(Jambu grunting harder)

(moaning)

(choking)

(Isha grunting)

(gasping)

Now I have a reason to really get rough with you.

Come closer and I'll gut you like a fish.

-(laughing) -Woman: Boss, there's someone to see you!

Fuck off! Come back later!

I'm busy.

-(gun firing) -(man groaning)

(groaning continues)

Nice sword you have there, samurai.

(groaning continues)

I see the piglets across the street have taken you in.

Made a man out of you.

I've come back to get what is mine.

You allowed me to take it, if I can remember correctly.

You can take what is mine when I'm dead.

You're alive,

because I decided so.

And now you fucking insult me by coming here into my place,

in front of all my people, making threats!

(gun cocking)

I will gladly blow a hole in your head

just so your man has the pleasure of skull-fucking you.

(suspenseful music swelling)

(grunting)

I don't make threats.

I don't like guns. You don't have a sword.

So let's see who walks away.

-(yelling) -(grunting)

(Jambu coughing)

If you get up one more time,

I will knock you down in front of your people.

That will add to your shame.

I'll keep coming at you till you kill me, you bas.

-(bone crunching) -Ahhh!

Now you'll know what a eunuch feels like, tough guy.

No, Wei.

It will never end.

Today, this dog is neutered.

Just bark, no more bite.

(laughing)

Chi: Who the fuck do you think you are?

Going out there, facing Jambu like you have a cock, Wei?

What if something went wrong,

and our girls got wounded or killed?

-I'm sorry, Chi. I thought that I-- -You thought wrong.

Just because you have samurai by your side

you think you can whisper in his ear and get your revenge?

-I was wrong. -Damn right you were.

Do you know why Jambu neutered this poodle?

Because he was a thief.

He was thieving from the gang big time,

and he needed to be taught a lesson.

He wasn't so innocent then, and he was lucky he lived.

I would have done the same thing

if one of my bitches did what he did.

Everyone's got a sad story,

a tragedy, a vendetta in this town.

We either swallow it or we keep it in our mouth

until it's time to spit in someone's face.

That's how we survive.

If we let it out, these walls have nothing to protect.

We will all be dead.

Nothing goes down without you asking me.

I took you all in. I'm the mama of this house, you hear me?

You fuck with me, and you'll be out there looking at Jambu.

And he won't be so easy to deal with no more.

That goes for all you bitches! Now get up to bed!

Thank God for the rain.

It saved your pussies from another bashing tonight.

We're not gonna get any customers.

-Chi, I-- -I don't want to see your face, Wei.

Just-- you know, just fuck off!

Samurai...

You can stay.

You, come here.

I watched you all go into the saloon from my bedroom window.

It was too late for me to go in, so I just sat there and watched.

I was scared for my girls.

For Wei.

Even though I'm a hard bitch, I still love them,

because they're my family.

So I just sat there and watched with my heart in my mouth

until you kicked that asshole Jambu into the streets.

No guns, no knives, with just kicks and punches.

(laughing)

Oh, that was the best thing I've seen in years!

I'm sorry I got your family involved.

I'm getting older,

and the hunters, they're getting wiser.

I can't be the only shepherd looking after my flock.

I'd like you to help me,

which is why I'm asking you not to leave tonight.

I never had a master, a family, nor belonged to any clan.

-I'm better off on my own. -This town needs you.

It needs someone like you to balance the right and the wrong.

And right now...

-Right now too many things are going wrong. -This is not my fight.

It became your fight when Kalia freed us from death.

I would have gladly had my life end at that moment.

(laughing) You were a stoned-out junkie asshole.

But now-- now your head is clear,

free from that smoky prison.

You have a path to honor.

(dramatic music playing)

You told me you owe me a debt for saving your life.

You owe Kalia a debt too, because she saved yours.

I urge you to honor them.

Don't run away into the night.

But I leave it to you.

I won't stop you.

(dramatic music continues)

(gasping, coughing)

Get up, get up!

Hold his hands.

-Hold him. -No, no, no, no.

(grunting, gagging)

(coughing, groaning)

Kurt: That's no way to torture a prisoner.

There are more effective ways.

Completely the opposite. We need this one alive.

This arrogant man won't eat.

Aye?

That's a good point.

He must be important if you're trying to keep him alive, eh?

-He's the Governor. -Be quiet and do your job.

Oh, so you're the Governor!

(Kurt laughing)

Any more words from you, and I will hang you myself.

And that jar I will use as a shit pot.

Threatening me, lawman?

Something my brother said? Or something I know?

(Daan continues choking)

He's had enough.

(gasping for air)

If he speaks one more time, shoot the jar first.

Maran: He killed three soldiers, just ask Bakda and Hidayat.

What are you doing here, bar whore?

-I come to represent Jambu, you witch. -Kalia: Chi, please, enough.

So as I was saying, Sultan Adnan is who he says he is.

And as much as I would like to believe

he has our best interests,

his entrance to this town was too... well-timed.

Kalia, it's just a coincidence.

Moresby: He had more leverage outside

than being stuck in here with us.

It's simply bad strategy.

You and your strategies. I see a brave man

who's willing to die for this town, and he's royalty,

so more of his followers will come.

So because he's a man and he's royalty,

you think he's a better leader than Kalia?

That's not what I meant. Kalia is our leader,

but we need to keep our minds open to more suitable allies.

You are not invited to this meeting.

A man has a right to say his piece

if he's to be judged, don't you think?

(suspenseful music playing)

And so here I am.

I've asked Kalia to consider my offer.

You mean your offer to replace her as the leader of Grisse?

So let's just say, if that were to happen,

what are your plans after that?

I agree with Kalia.

We need to buy time while we amass a force

who, at the right time, will attack Dewitt.

-What force are you talking about? -Lena: On our way here,

we sent word to every rebel leader to send their men to Grisse.

Grisse will then be our symbol of freedom.

This is where the real struggle to free our land begins.

One and united.

And with you as ultimate ruler.

Of course, I'm a sultan by blood.

It's what the people expect and the Dutch hate the most.

But with you, Kalia, and Maran by my side,

we'll take our land back, return it to the people.

-Your father would be proud. -You know nothing of my father

and you know even less of the people you think you serve.

-Kalia-- -This meeting is over.

My apologies, Sultan.

She's in our way.

Don't worry, my prince.

I will clear the path for you.

How can you sit there and stuff yourself

while my son is starving and tortured like an animal?

Your Lordship, I've told you time and time again,

we have a plan in action.

I will have your son Daan with us soon.

Now, sit down, please, and eat.

You've never had children, have you, Major General?

You will never experience the grief I am going through.

You have no empathy,

which is why you are doing nothing.

I have experienced grief, my Lord.

A deep grief that besets me every moment of every day.

The loss of a spouse is different.

I have entrusted the life of my son to a drunkard!

I wonder if you would have let your wife board that ship

knowing that the captain was a drunkard, too.

Leave my personal matters out of our conversation.

I should have been more vocal in my reservations about you.

It's everyone's right to have reservations.

You can have me court-martialed when this is over.

I care only for my duty.

Your son Daan will be free.

At least, we can toast this positive prospect together.

(sinister music playing)

Hey, wakey-wakey.

I see you have gotten yourself into trouble

before proving your worth.

They say there's a reason for everything, beautiful.

-So, who the hell are you? -I'm the one who sent for you.

Prove it.

Do it tonight, I have taken care of the jailers.

The path is clear. Don't mess up again.

When did I mess up? You didn't need to get us in here, aye?

You only needed to get us out.

Lord Van Kline: My boy, Daan...

What if he is dead?

He isn't.

I have told you tenfold that the rebels know

the value of his life and won't harm him.

So easy for you to believe

that these brutes would keep their word.

You're a fool.

A fool am I?

Placing your incompetent son as a Governor

and, as a consequence, losing the town to rebels...

It is you who is the fool.

(eerie music playing)

What have you done? You're a madman!

I'll have you hanged for this!

-(grunting) -Wakey-wakey, Governor. It's time to go.

No, no, no, no. What are you doing?

Just doing what I've been paid to do, aye?

I'm getting you out of here. We are leaving.

Not you. They'll send someone else.

It's only me and my brother. He's got the brains,

I've got the legs, so you--

Keep that rotting piece of meat away from me.

You say one more thing about my brother, and I will cut you.

-Understand? -(Daan laughing)

Now let's get us all out of here. Come! Come!

You're fucking mad. I'm not going anywhere with you

or your stinking piece of shit brother.

(Daan laughing)

(grunting)

Fuck!

Yeah, I know it wasn't part of the fucking plan, Calypus.

Let's get you out of here, aye?

Dewitt: Your son Daan is alive.

This means he's alive? Are you out of your mind?

You forget...

the lords are waiting on my word to send more men.

You will not have it.

This failure to quell this rebellion will be your undoing!

I will make sure of that!

I knew we should have shipped you back to Amsterdam

along with that whore wife of yours.

Shame about that ship, though.

Never did make it back, did it?

What was her name?

Ah, yes...

Penelope.

Fine name for a mermaid.

Imagine the fish feeding on her bloated carcass.

Those once loving eyes

now empty worm-filled--

(gasping for air)

Send word to Batavia,

"We were ambushed by assassins from Grisse.

"Unfortunately, Lord Van Kline succumbed to his injuries.

Request for more troops immediately."

(end titles music)

♪ (DRAMATIC VIOLIN MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

WOMAN: We have a killer on the loose,

and someone on the inside is provoking us.

MAN: Chi and Daan had created something new.

Find it, and you'll be back on equal ground with De Witt.

The path is clear, and you... will rise.

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪