(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)
♪ (SOFT PIANO MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
-(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.
♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪