(birds singing)
(dramatic music playing)
(gunshot)
Whoa, you got it!
(chuckling)
Hey, what's wrong?
Do you think it had a family?
Probably.
Don't be sad.
You know we don't kill for pleasure.
His meat will allow us to eat tonight.
Hmm?
Can I shoot next time?
I want to be a hunter like you.
Do you remember when I told you about those instincts?
Sharpen your senses,
and then maybe you can be ready for the next hunt.
But now, you help me.
-(twig snapping) -(bushes rustling)
(ominous music plays)
Dek, we have to go.
But we haven't finished yet!
Use your senses. We have to go now.
(branch snapping)
Quietly.
♪ ♪
Looks like someone's hunting our deer.
Listen to me, we have to go back to the farm but quietly. All right?
(suspenseful music playing)
Here, come here.
Listen to me.
Go the long way back to the farm.
Don't worry, I will distract them.
Go, go, go!
(music intensifies)
-(gunshot) -(soldier screaming)
(groaning)
(gunshot)
Hans! Did you get the fucker?
-(screaming) -Hans!
-(gunshots) -Hans! Fuck. Fuck!
(breathing heavily)
I'll get you, you bastard!
I'll get you both!
(rifle cocks)
Drop your pistol.
Drop your pistol!
-You're just a girl. -Walk back to where you came from,
and we will forget this ever happened.
You'll just shoot me in the back.
No, I won't. You have my word.
Now move.
I'll remember your face, sweetheart.
I'll remember your face.
Woman: Last warning!
(groaning)
(theme music playing)
Kalia!
I was worried.
Ayok! Makan!
Huh, Dek.
Ibu...
We need to leave in the morning.
There are too many soldiers wandering around.
They are bound to come here soon.
I'll get us a cart and a mule.
Ibu: We have been here for years,
and they have not bothered us.
Things are changing, Bu.
-They're getting desperate. -They burnt Pak Tanto's house
and killed all his cows.
Whatever it is, I can't leave this farm.
Your father worked very hard
to get this land.
And then he left.
Ibu: Don't hate your father.
He had a responsibility.
He was a great warrior.
A warrior who left his family.
Don't forget, he taught you very well.
No father will teach his girl
to fight the way you do.
He loved both of you, but he had a calling.
(laughing) You look just like him.
Anyway, we should leave in the morning. I will get things ready.
And you sound just like him.
(Ibu laughing)
(both chuckling)
-Kalia? -Hmm?
I heard papa was a hunter and a great shot.
Yes.
Papa could shoot...
the wings off a fly.
In fact, he was the greatest shooter in Grisse.
That's the town where he came from.
Listen, Dek.
What you saw just now,
the men in the forest.
That is something that we have been trying to protect you from.
You see...
There are some very, very cruel men in the world out there.
-I'm not afraid. -I know.
You've always had the heart of a lion!
(laughing)
But...
Why do they do that?
Because they want us to fear them.
Fear is how they get to us.
So remember,
never show them your fear.
-Papa say that? -Mm-hmm. He did.
Now, you sleep.
Are we going away tomorrow?
Maybe. We'll see tomorrow morning.
Now, you sleep.
(wolf howling in distance)
(dramatic music playing)
(crickets chirping)
(door locking)
-(Ibu stirring) -Shh, shh, shh.
(ominous music playing)
(thunder rumbling)
(wood creaking)
(thunder crashing)
(breathing heavily)
-(door rattling) -(dog barking in distance)
♪ ♪
(thundering continues)
(door creaking)
Man: I wouldn't do that if I were you.
So...
-This is where the sweet girl lives. -Get out!
Not before I blow your ma's brains out.
Please get out!
You can kill me, but leave her alone.
Well...
Put the gun down.
Just please get out!
Man: Now.
(thunder rolling)
So...
It's just you and your ma living here?
Seems like a nice house.
I could get used to this.
But your ma...
She's too old for a fuck.
No!
Argh!
(both grunting)
(grunts)
(gagging, coughing)
-No. -Yes!
(Kalia screaming)
(choking)
(screaming): Let go of me!
Yeah, the fuck with it.
All right tits. How about your ass?
-(man grunting) -(Kalia screaming)
(man groaning)
(gasping)
(breathing heavily)
Dek!
No. Hey, hey. I'm here, I'm here.
I'm here, honey.
-I'm sorry. -Kalia...
Yeah?
I can't feel anything.
No! No, I'm here. It's okay.
I'm cold.
(sobbing)
Dek!
Kalia, don't cry.
Kalia...
Don't be afraid.
You have a heart of a lion.
(sobbing): Dek! No!
No, Dek! Dek!
No, wake up!
No!
(somber music playing)
(door opening)
(ominous music playing)
(Kalia grunting)
Did you kill him?
He killed my mother and my brother.
Those tragedies are not my concern.
You murdered a Dutch soldier!
But, since he was a deserter and a coward,
I will not kill you now.
I'll let the Governor decide that.
Put her in chains with the rest of the gang.
No! Please, let me give them a proper burial!
Shut your mouth, woman! Burn the house!
No, I will not let them burn!
Ibu! Ahdek!
(dramatic music playing)
♪ ♪
(grunting)
She's your fucking baggage till we get back to Grisse.
If you lag behind, I kill you both.
(music intensifies)
Open the gate!
(market bustling)
(indistinct shouting)
(drunks cackling)
(girls giggling)
(prisoners shouting)
There's a fresh one. You should come work for me.
Soldier: Go! Come on!
Ah! Welcome!
Soldier: Shut up! All of you!
You scum make any trouble tonight,
and I'll make sure you suffer
when it's your turn to die tomorrow.
And I will fuck your mother
-when I get out of here. -(soldier laughing)
Prisoner: Is your head better?
(dramatic music playing)
Maran?
Is that you?
It's been a while, Kalia.
It's been a long time.
Kalia: It's been years.
Maran: I'm sorry about your mother.
And your brother.
And also...
for meeting again like this.
Thank you for helping me.
-Who is she? -Kalia: And carrying me.
Maran: It's the least I could do.
It's her, the girl he always talks about.
Kalia, the one he was supposed to marry.
The daughter of Amil, the leader of the rebellion?
-Yeah. -He's a legend.
He's a legend who led his men and left his family.
Maran: Your father died a hero, Kalia.
We all followed him.
You will follow him and die tomorrow as heroes as well?
Leaving your future and loved ones behind.
We're not afraid to die.
The struggle will continue with or without us.
Hey, remember me? You were at my place.
I give you my best girl. Hey! Hey! Hey!
(prisoner laughing)
That's pathetic. You think you can fuck your way out of here, Chi?
Look at yourself, you fat whore.
You have no idea what this old pussy can do!
I can fuck my way out of Hell if I wanted to.
Not until you had a taste of this bushwhacker right here.
It will hurt you so bad, you'll wish you stayed in Hell.
Chi: According to one of my girls,
what Jambu has inside his pants
is a big major flapper!
Fuck you, you Chinese pig!
-Come on, you mongrel! -Go back to China, you slit-eyed snake!
I'll fucking cut your tail off!
Chi: Your mother was a traitor whore!
-She fucked a white boy to give birth to you! -Fuck you!
Enough!
I don't know if the both of you noticed,
but we are all dying tomorrow.
So let's not fight among each other.
Chi: And who the fuck are you?
I am Maran, leader of the rebellion.
I'm Chi, leader of Grisse's pussies.
-(prisoners laughing) -Jambu: Maran,
last I checked, it was you and your so-called rebels
that got us into all this shit.
Chi: If it hadn't been for your rebels,
the Dutch would have left us alone.
We're all fucking dying because of you.
I am fighting for the freedom of our people.
My men sacrificed their lives for all of you.
You scum only think about yourselves.
Your men died for nothing, man.
We never asked for your help.
I would kill for a spot of tea!
My, oh, my--
You are a really beautiful woman!
Please forgive my candor,
I've been trapped down here for--
God knows how long-- (laughing)
behind these cold bars.
And then you came along. (laughing)
(whispering): You speak more with your silence
than all of them with their mouths wide open.
If you are not just a dream,
the name's Moresby.
Pleasure to meet you.
Pardon me while I take 40 winks.
(clears throat) Sleep does wonders for the health, you know.
If you try it...
tomorrow won't be so rough.
(Moresby grunting)
Moresby: I do wish for a proper bed.
(ominous music playing)
Be brave. It'll be over soon.
I'm not afraid.
Stay strong, my love.
I'll see you on the other side.
(bells tolling)
Prisoner: What the hell are we waiting for?
Jambu: The entertainment only begins
when that fucking asshole of a governor shows up.
(ominous music playing)
(coughing)
(man sniffing, coughing)
(grunting)
(sighing)
(breathing heavily)
(coughing)
(groaning)
(exhaling)
Soldier: Get in the back! The Governor is coming!
Guards: -Get out of the way! -That's right!
-Come on! Move, move! -Clear the way!
(guards continue shouting)
Now the pain begins.
-Who are these urchins? -Thieves, Governor.
They always go first.
(sighing) Let us serve justice!
(crowd shouting)
(crowd booing)
(men choking)
Next group!
(dramatic music playing)
Crowd (shouting): Let them go! Let 'em go!
Governor: Now who are this lot?
Murder and treachery, Governor.
Governor: Mmm, interesting.
Read out their crimes, Braam.
I like to be entertained.
People of Grisse, behold!
We have in our midst murderers and traitors!
We have an ensemble of violence!
All deserving of rightful justice!
No more will you have to be robbed or conned
while you go about your daily work!
No more will you have to be forcefully pressed
into services of the flesh
or opium!
No more will you be bullied
by thugs who dominate our street corners
and put fear into honest folk!
(protesting)
Yes! Yes!
Jambu, leader of the half-bloods.
Chi, leader of the Chinese clans.
Your dealings with the black market,
buggery, and murder
have finally caught up with you.
Today, you will both pay the price
for your crimes against Grisse!
(protesting continues)
Here, a fallen warrior from the East.
Fallen because of his penchant for dragon smoke.
It breeds cowardice and desertion in the ranks.
Look at him.
A shadow of a warrior.
He has put shame upon his own kind.
And for that...
there can be but one way for redemption:
death!
Yes!
Yes.
People...
What you have here, a rebel,
a lowly leader of a rebel faction
responsible for the deaths of Dutch soldiers!
Responsible for disruption of the peace!
A rabble-rouser deserving of the most painful of deaths!
(crowd murmuring)
My dear citizens of Grisse.
If peace and prosperity is what you cherish,
if the safety and future of your loved ones is your priority,
then Maran represents a threat to all of us.
A rebel is nothing but
a disruptor without an aim.
A rebellion is nothing without a cause!
And I, as governor of Grisse,
have given you the courtesy of peace!
I have not given you cause.
Braam: Quiet!
Who's that pretty, wretched thing?
Braam: Killed one of ours.
-A rebel? -Not sure, sir.
They're all the same scum.
Are you a rebel, too, sweet girl?
No?
Probably are inside.
A quiet one.
You are the worst kind.
The kind where you never see teeth
or the lunge of the bite.
You only know when you feel the pain.
(laughing)
Yes, I see that hatred,
that deep-rooted anger waiting to explode.
Yes, you are the worst kind,
the one to watch.
People...
I give you the very scourge of our disease,
the witch from the forest that haunts us.
She's no witch, she's Kalia!
Daughter of Amil!
Female prisoner: Her mother and brother were murdered!
She did nothing but protect herself!
-(crowd booing) -Quiet down!
(shouting protests)
(crowd screaming)
You will all pay for this disrespect!
Braam, I'll start with the witch.
(suspenseful music playing)
(no audio)
(crowd shouting)
-(blows landing) -(people grunting)
(women screaming)
(gunfire)
Governor! What do we do?
Kill them! Kill them all!
I've never heard the sound of firing so sweet!
I can feel my time here is finally coming to an end!
Destiny, again we meet!
(both shouting)
(grunting)
(body thuds)
(gunfire)
(soldier groaning)
(coughing)
You are the worst kind.
(dramatic music playing)
(sword clanging)
(crowd shouting)
Gracious me! They're vanquished!
Hey!
Open my cell! I can fight, too!
Hey!
Damn you! Look at me!
Ahhhh!
(crowd cheering)
(dramatic music playing)
(Governor breathing heavily)
Prisoner: Grisse!
All: Grisse!
All (chanting): Grisse! Grisse!
♪ ♪
(GUNSHOT)
MARAN: This town needs to know who's in charge.
(GUNSHOT)
MAN: A woman. Not just any woman.
You are Grisse's guardian now.
This is where you belong.
They opened the gate!
MORESBY: This is the calm after the storm...
Don't be afraid, Kalia.
MORESBY: ...but there is worse to come.