♪ ♪
(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.
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)
-(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)
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.