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(indistinct camp chatter)

We are close
to surrounding
the town, sir.

Close?

Soldier:
We are far from
full strength.

We need many more men.

If I may,
perhaps we could

incorporate
the garrison troops
into our own battalion.

The Grisse garrison troops
are still alive?

What's left of it, sir.

Soldiers of Grisse,

how wonderful to see that
some of you have survived.

General, I come to you
for forgiveness,

not mercy.

We are not worthy
as soldiers.

(spitting)

Why so?

We allowed those urchins
to take us by surprise,

with hatred and fire
I have never seen before.

Most of the men died
where they stood,

and we retreated.

I am ashamed of my act.

I will die with my honor.

The dirty mercenary lies
through his teeth, sir.

We were ambushed by a very
well-prepared force.

They planned it.

We had no chance, and they--
they captured our governor.

I smell you a mile away,
Sergeant.

Where is your weapon?

I lost it...

in the retreat.

Retreat?

A rout , Sergeant!

And you have no weapon,

so what use are you to me?

Take it.

Arm yourself.

Put the gun to your head.

-Uh, sir?
-Now!

Dewitt:
I have two men
in front of me,

both on whom have turned
from an enemy we all share.

Both are willing to die
from their acts of cowardice.

As your commanding officer,
I am disappointed,

but ultimately relieved I have
brave souls seeking redemption.

That is a real soldier soul.

(crying)

Get on with it.

(groaning)

(whimpering)

(gunshot)

(moaning)

Men of the Grisse garrison,

you all smell
of the same filth
as your Sergeant.

Ironically, you have
yellower bellies than
our samurai over here

who at least displayed more
courage than you ever would.

Cowardice is a disease, men.

It will be contained
here and now

in a single grave.

And that darkness
of a shallow hole...

I hope you all
find redemption.

But mercy?
Never!

Soldiers:
-On the ground!
-On your knees!

Soldiers:
-Get them down! Get them down!
-Get on your knees!

(gunshots, shouting)

General...

you took away my honor.

Honor left when you
began your life with us,

my Oriental friend.

But you still have a journey
of redemption you owe me.

Begin with telling me
all you know

about those
rabble-rousing urchins.

(theme song playing)

"By the time you receive this,

"Grisse would have been sealed
off from the outside world.

"I offer you these terms...

"Release the governor
and return the town

"to my control immediately.

"Deny my terms
and I will lay siege

"and burn you to the ground.

"Grisse will suffer
the same fate

"as all those
other small towns

"that have shown callous
disrespect to the Dutch crown.

"I expect an answer
by dawn tomorrow.

General Dewitt."

Man doesn't
mince his words,
does he?

Very Dutch.

So you know him.

By reputation.

Dewitt is a man
fallen from grace.

He is an eccentric
with a penchant
for the bottle.

So why worry
about his threats?

A mad drunkard with cruel, cold
veins and a history of violence

is not something you
want on your doorstep.

He is unpredictable.

I heard about him when
the British forces in Africa

encountered him
running slave ships.

He left a trail of blood
wherever he went.

Well, we need to respond

or there will be more
innocent lives lost.

We can stand and fight.

We have the weapons,

-we have the men.
-Whose men? Your men?

Jambu:
My men?
Chi's bitches?

You call that
a fucking army?

Kalia:
We have limited arms,
ammunition, and men.

And hardly any supplies.

If we go head-to-head,
we won't last long.

Chi:
So what do you propose?

(dramatic music playing)

Jambu:
So our so-called leader...

has no solution.

The Dutch seldom negotiate,

but here he's giving you
a chance to answer his terms.

This so-called parley
is somewhat unique.

So we can use it
to come up with a plan.

-Just buy time.
-Kalia: Yes.

Acquiring time
needs patience, stupid.

Like waiting for your
flaccid little cock to stand.

Shut your flat trap,
you fat whore.

Moresby:
Someone needs to meet Dewitt
face-to-face to negotiate.

Maybe I should go,
since this parley

is a gentlemanly thing
between Europeans?

No.

You'll sell us out.

I will go.

As the elected leader,
I will go.

I should be the one
who'll meet with Dewitt.

He will not expect me.

But first,
I need to see Daan.

Daan:
Open this door,
you simpleton.

Don't let me repeat myself
over and over again!

Do you know who I am?

Soldier:
He doesn't give
a damn, Governor.

Why don't you pipe down
and give us all some peace, huh?

I don't think we're going
anywhere too soon.

Daan:
How dare you! An officer
speaking to me like that!

You'll regret those words.

-All of you scum.
-Maran: Quiet down!

Aaah... you.

We had a lovely moment,
my little witch.

Before you and your rebels
decided to be treasonous.

I am your governor,
the Governor of Grisse.

But you're not anymore.

(Daan laughing)

My father will make sure
that you hang.

He will never let his son
die here in this shit hole.

-Your father?
-Yes.

He's an important man.

And do you want to know
something else?

Tell me.

Come closer.

I will tell you something
very intriguing.

I'll tell you a secret,

but there's something
that I need.

I can't seem to
go without it.

Kalia:
What is it?
Tell me.

And then I will
give you what you--

You dare to
negotiate with me?

Give me what I need!

(grunting)

Daan:
Ah, ah! Oh!

Maran:
Are you hurt?

(Daan coughing, groaning)

Maran:
He's gone mad.
We should just kill him.

Dewitt will never know.

Kalia:
He said something
about his father.

Tell me what you know.

His father was on the Council
of Lords in Batavia.

Soldier:
Explains why he
got the job here.

Kalia:
Was he always like this?

Soldier:
He's a rich man's son.

A brat before he
became a monster.

We thought it was
the drink or the opium,

but he's on something else.

(Daan coughing, moaning)

You live within
the hell you created.

You're just as much
of a monster as he is.

(dramatic music playing)

-(door closing)
-I'll see to it myself that
you all are taken care of...

very slowly.

Either hanging
from a noose

or meeting the end
of a very dull axe blade.

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter)

Mind if I accompany you?

Only if you have something
important to say.

Kalia:
I don't need a chaperone.

Moresby:
I offer nothing
but my interest

and to engage you
in the pertinent matters
of the day.

Then you have my ears.

How about over tea,
Miss Kalia?

I believe Miss Chi
could rustle up something

far more civilized
than Mister Jambu.

Very well.

(Jambu chuckling)

Look at me like that again,

and I'll put a hole
in your head.

There's no reason to be
uncivilized, lawman.

We're peaceful people.

(ominous music plays)

We're gonna run out
of business if we
don't do something quick.

You should have killed Chi
when you had the chance,

and then the street
will be ours.

There's no point
fighting for a street

that has no way
in or out.

We're like rats
feeding on crumbs.

It's the lawman
that's getting in our way.

He needs to go.

How about
the samurai upstairs?

Moresby:
Have you found

a comfortable
place to stay?

Most of the rooms here
are festering or infested.

Yes, I'm in
the governor's residence.

Not too shabby.

Probably the best digs
in a town like this.

I find it cold, drafty,
and hard to sleep in.

Just finding myself
looking at the books

wishing I could
read them.

So he has a library?

Yes, he does.

It must be
a fascinating place.

I'm sure it's filled with
a wonderful volume of books.

Yes, all the knowledge.

Power is nothing
without knowledge.

And the execution
of that knowledge

is nothing
without experience.

Is that what you intend
to share with me, Mr. Moresby?

Of course, Miss Kalia.

And much more
if you wish it.

I wish to know more
about the parley
you spoke about earlier.

I need to be prepared
to meet with Dewitt.

I understand you work
for the East India Company,
Mr. Moresby,

but I'm sure your interests
are similar to the Dutch.

(chuckling)

I admire your acute
and correct assumptions.

For the matter
of the company, yes.

Our interests are diverse,

and in some ways
are similar to the Dutch.

Before we talk about your
company's interests,

tell me more about
how you Europeans parley.

Looks like you need another
puff of the magic dragon.

Seems the life has
left you without it.

Now, you listen to me, samurai,

I am no charitable man.

And your pleasure
at my leisure

is not gonna
last long for you

unless you start doing
some chores for me,

paying rent.

And I know
you have no coin.

Good boy.

Now, there's a nuisance
walking up and down the street,

a self-proclaimed lawman.

But a man that can be rid of
by the right person.

Use that blade of yours.

Make it quiet and quick,
and make it look like

that Chinese whore had
something to do with it.

You do this well, samurai,

I'll have much of this
waiting for you.

Now, you're not smoking
until you do it.

No man can stand straight

after a few rounds
of the dragon smoke.

Do you understand, samurai?

(blade unsheathes)

I take this now
and the rest later.

Those are my terms.

You do it your way,
but you do it tonight.

(wolves howl, crickets chirp)

(gunshots, screams)

Maran:
Jambu! What happened?

I told you to stay
out of trouble.

Holster your weapon.

I was robbed, lawman.

He went down the alley.

Now go do your job.

Who robbed you?
How many men?

Jambu:
He was hooded.
A loner.

Most certainly a man.
More likely one of Chi's ilk.

Maran:
You check the alleyways
that lead to the back gate.

He couldn't have gone far.

-All right.
-Go.

Now tell me, Jambu.
What was taken from you?

I didn't think you had
anything valuable.

We're robbed daily, lawman.

Since the Dutch are dead,

things have become a little
dicey in these parts.

We need to protect our own.
Right, lawman?

I'll take a look myself.

You go do that, lawman.

(ominous music playing)

(music intensifies)

♪ ♪

(box closing)

(sinister music continues)

(music intensifies)

(cat meowing)

(sighing)
Stupid cat.

♪ ♪

(music intensifies)

(unsheathes sword)

(Maran gasping)

-Did you find anything?
-No.

-Let's head back.
-Okay.

(sheathes sword)

♪ ♪

-Find what you
were looking for?
-(cocks gun)

(clears throat)

I was merely inquiring
on your well-being,

saw the bed empty,
and presumed you were out.

I was rather distracted
by these impressive books.

The ones you
mentioned today.

I could've shot you
if I didn't recognize

the style of clothes
you wear.

(clears throat)
Saved by some style!

I notice your interest when
I talk about these books.

What are you looking for?

All right.

You have me.

I'm looking for
ledgers of commerce,

imports and exports of opium.

Sources of farms and supplies.

It's something our companies
compete head-to-head on.

The information
may be in this room.

I'm sorry I was
not so upfront.

Is there anything else you
need to tell me, Mr. Moresby?

If there is more to this
than meets the eye,

then you would be
the first to know,
I assure you, Miss Kalia.

I have much to consider
since our talk this afternoon.

I need to focus on my
negotiation with Dewitt.

(clears throat)

Then I wish you
good night.

Miss Kalia...

Sleep does wonders
for the health, you know.

Tomorrow won't be so rough.

Maran...

What?

(music intensifies)

Kalia:
Mr. Moresby?

If I ever find you
in my quarters again,

I will not hesitate
to shoot you.

(grunting)

Oh, it's you!

I thought I was due
for a spot of monkey.

I've been watching you
ever since we let you loose.

Happy to be such
an inspiration.

Enough of your stupid
mind games, Englishman.

You are an outsider

and you are
not to be trusted.

Is this a matter of security

or simply the machinations
of a jealous heart, my dear man?

Smart fuckin' mouth.

(grunting)

You're incredibly emotional
for a lawman, sir.

Best we leave this
without violence.

There's enough gossip
in town already.

(uncocks pistol)

Keep your opinions
to yourself.

Stay away from Kalia.

That's for her
to decide, my friend.

You lying dope addict!

You think you can get away
with turning on me, huh?

(grunting)

Well, that brain of yours
turned to shit

because of all that
fucking smoke.

(grunting, shouting)

(grunting)

Jambu's Man:
Get up, now. Get up.

(unsheathes sword)

Nice souvenir for our brief
relationship, samurai.

Guess I need to get
the job done myself.

(samurai gasping, gagging)

Jambu's Man:
What should we do?
Feed him to the pigs?

Nah, dump him outside
the pig Chi's place.

A warning to her
and her fucking bitches.

(dramatic music playing)

(dog barking)

-Dewitt: Did they find it?
-Dirk: They did, sir.

It's abandoned and ruined.

I understand it was a temple.

It appears so, sir,

but it's surrounded
by thick forest.

They could ambush you.

Or we could ambush them.

You seem doubtful of
my approach, adjutant.

No, sir, not doubtful.
Just concerned for your safety.

And also, that letter...

Why would you parley if you've
clearly laid down the terms?

If you don't mind
me asking so, sir.

An invitation to parley is
something I do not often see,

especially if we are dealing
with so-called urchins.

So, I shall call their bluff.

Understood, sir.

(flask rattling)

(clears throat)

Hmm. Dirk.

Bring me another bottle.

Penelope would appreciate it.

Right away, sir.

♪ ♪

Where's your weapon?

I don't want
to provoke him.

Coming in with a gun will show
that you mean business.

Besides, he's not
expecting a girl.

You think I am incapable
of doing this without a gun.

I didn't mean it that way.

But you think
that way, Maran.

You always have.

I'm coming with you.

The agreement
was I come alone.

Fine.

I'll take my best men.
They won't see us.

Oh...

Who told you how
to prepare for this?

Moresby?

Last night?

I saw you with him.

Are you looking
after my interests
or spying on me?

Look, Ka,

all I'm saying is,

we cannot trust
the Englishman.

We know nothing of
his true motives.

That may be so.

But we need more allies
than enemies.

That's why I need
to trust you.

You can always
trust me.

Chi:
I wouldn't touch him
if I was you, my dear.

He's better off dead.

Chi, this man stood
with you in the gallows

and fought with you.

Does that not
matter to you?

No, not really.

In reality, it was
each man and me
for himself.

Kalia:
Well, he saved your life

and maybe some
of ours, too.

Chi:
And look at him now.
There's nothing to save.

-All right...
-(samurai groans)

Up we go.

(Kalia grunting)

Kalia:
You're there.

Kalia:
All right.

(Kalia grunting)

Oh, come on!

The mutt will
die by then.

Take him here.

Thank you, Chi.

Chi:
Don't think I run
a charity, eh?

You pay for his room and board,
I'll get him to his feet.

But if you're not
back here tomorrow,

he's gonna be out
on the streets again.

If we still have a street.

(ominous music playing)

(music continues)

Get out through this gate,

walk into the forest path,

it will lead you
to the temple.

You won't see us,

but we're with you
all the way.

Kalia...

Careful.

All right,
let's keep her alive.

Daan:
I don't want your
stinking food.

Give me what I need!

I told you, I need it!

Ah...

(Daan coughing)

Ah, my dear friend.

-(Moresby laughing)
-(Daan moaning)

Such a cruel twist of irony.

Daan:
You!

What are you doing here,
Englishman?

Come to gloat?

Ah, a good gloat

comes only with
an opportunity, Governor.

What do you want?

Something you want,
too, no doubt.

You can get it for me?

If one knows its whereabouts,

it would be possible for me
to retrieve it for you.

Along with the ledgers
and formulas of its creation.

Then I can't help you,
my friend.

No, wait!

(wincing)
Come back!

I'll tell you,
I'll tell you!

I'll tell you.

(suspenseful music playing)

♪ ♪

Maran:
Here he comes.

I did not expect a messenger.

I'm not a messenger,

I'm K--

I'm the elected leader
of Grisse.

What is your name?

Kalia.

An elected leader.

Democracy seems to have
moved rather efficiently,

but it's tainted with blood.

The blood of innocent
Dutch people.

What about the blood
of my innocent people

over the last two centuries?

We can refer to history

when you can show a better
understanding of it, Kalia.

I understand from what
I see around me, sir.

You haven't seen
anything yet.

Please, have a seat.

Let's get straight
to the point.

I assume you
and your rebels

have pondered
the pros and cons.

What will your answer be?

I know you see me
as a simple farm girl,

half your age
with no experience,

so I will try to keep
my answer simple, sir.

We will not surrender

until you bring down
our walls and kill us all.

That won't be too much
of a problem, Kalia.

And if you try...

for every trigger you pull,

a Dutchman will fall.

But before we die,

we will kill the Governor.

This won't look so good
for a military man
in your position.

Chi:
Long on hair,
short on brains.

Now you look like a man
and not a beggar.

Samurai:
My katana?

Cleanse yourself first.

Once you are ready, you can
go and take it yourself,

my handsome warrior.

Dewitt:
I see he's still alive.

He's not a rotting corpse.

I have your town
surrounded, Kalia,

and I have all the time
in the world

to starve you out.

The governor will starve
before we do.

But not before he tells us
everything he knows.

And what does he know?

We know that he's more than
just an important man's son.

We have something you need.

That is exactly why
you're not attacking us

like the other towns
in the past.

And so we parley.

Allow the civilians
and the wounded to leave,

provide us with some
basic provisions,

and we will finalize
our terms for surrender.

Provisions is
out of the question.

But if it's time
you're buying,

you got yourself
till sundown tomorrow...

to surrender.

You may leave, Kalia.

And Kalia...

Safe passage.

(ominous music playing)

Sharpshooter:
I have her in my sight.

Hold your fire.

I'll deal with her
personally.

(intense music playing)

(bones cracking)

I thought we
had her covered
by the sharpshooters.

I thought so, too, sir.

Maybe it's a blessing
in disguise.

She's curiously interesting.

(ominous music playing)

♪ ♪

(gasping)

I see you.
I can smell your bluff.

(both grunting)

(gunshot)

Kalia, are you all right?

(heavy breathing)

Dewitt:
Put our plans in action.

Make men go first.

Sir, our original contact met
an unfortunate accident,

but we found a winning
replacement, sir.

Dewitt:
He better be up
for the task,

or it will be your head.

(dramatic music playing)

(metal grate clanging)

♪ ♪

-(MEN GRUNTING)
-(MAN SCREAMS)

MAN: You must be Kalia,
the girl warrior.

CHI: I have to survive
in this world.

In yours,
you have harder decisions.

ZENG WEI:
We all have secrets, samurai.

WOMAN: His entrance to this town
was too... well-timed.

She's in our way.