All language subtitles for St.02 Ep.01 - Ein tollkühner Plan

Is this english soil?

It was once.

Now it ain't.

- Whose is it?
- Ours!

When the king
brands us pirates,

He means
to make us monsters,

For that's the only way
his god-fearing,

Tax-paying subjects
can make sense of men

Who keep what is theirs
and fear no one.

I'm not just going to
make you rich.

I'm not just going to
make your strong.

I'm going to make you
the princes of the new world!

Urca de lima,

The largest spanish treasure
galleon in the americas.

Total cargo of 5 million
spanish dollars.

A page was torn
from the log

With the urca's course
and schedule.

- Where's the page?
- You're looking at it.

I took drastic measures.
Your schedule is up here.

Our mutual friend
tried to protect you.

You left anyway. Why?

How did you feel
when she threw you aside?

- Eleanor, wait.

I'm so sorry
he did this to you.

He didn't do this to me.
You did.

You betrayed your brothers
for a woman,

So the street
will know what you did,

And you'll never sail
beneath the black again.

Thank you for what
you did for me.

I didn't do it for you.

My husband and I
were happy.

Captain flint was thomas'
closest friend.

And after his death,
he saw fit

To spirit me here
for my own safety.

Thomas' wife had begun
a torrid affair

With her husband's
closest friend.

And upon discovering
the affair,

Thomas went mad with grief.

Given the facts at hand,

The lover is none other
than our friend captain flint.

Found it in
bryce's cabinets.

It's from
the barlow woman.

There was a pardon
for flint in boston.

She says we're
going to kill him

When we learn
of his betrayal.

Earlier when you and mr. Gates
were having words,

You mentioned a letter!

What was in it, billy?

I think you know
what was in it!

- To starboard!
- Man overboard!

- It's billy! He fell!
- We can't turn back.

We're going to recreate
my father's system here

Without my father.

A consortium with all of you
sharing in the profits.

There is a place
not far from here

Where you could be feared
and respected once again.

I went out there, surprised
captain hornigold's men.

We took his fort.
Fort controls the bay.

The bay controls the commerce.

I control the fort,
so I will be your partner.

You lied to them!

If no one knows,
everyone wins.

I believe in this place.

If there's anyone
who can do what's necessary

To make it something better,
it's you.

- Sails!
- Is it the urca?

- She's a man o' war!
- Spanish banners!

That ship is an escort.
It's the only explanation.

I'm taking the ranger
and I'm leaving.

I think it will be awhile
before she sails again.

In the meantime,
you and I have been charged

With provoking
this whole mess.

Told you I was certain about my
information regarding the urca.

Unfortunately, you and I failed
to take into account the weather.

The urca de lima
wrecked at sea last night,

Dashed by the storm.

Are you certain
this is wise, sir?

Stories I hear about the
raiders in these waters,

Their brutality...

Cui bono, mr. Fogg.

These men profit nothing
from blood.

They profit from cargo.
And they profit most

When that cargo is
least costly to win.

Those stories
you've heard...

Tools of the trade,

Self-applied
by the pirates themselves,

Intended to separate us
from our cargo

By surrender
rather than sword.

These are men, mr. Fogg,
not monsters.

If we behave rationally
and civilly,

So will they.

Down to the well, move!

The ship
is yours, sir.

Our manifest.

Everything that would be
of value to you

Is accounted for, and its
location in the hold.

Eight barrels,
marked "jp,"

Forward hold, port side.
Mr. Neustadt, step to it.

Pardon me, captain.
May I ask,

Are you one of the pirates that
calls the port of nassau home?

Three barrels, tea...

I'm a recent arrival
to nassau.

I only ask inasmuch
as it's become

Something of
a fascination of mine.

They say the reality
of the place

Is far more interesting
than the myth.

The business there is so
efficient, so enlightened,

That all trade is managed
by a teenaged girl.

Tell me, is that true?

What is it?

Ashe.

As in lord ashe.

Then let's get on
with it.

Everyone up!

Oh, no, please.

Go ahead!

Mercy! Merc...

I'd like to thank you for the
orderly surrender of your ship.

It's truly amazing to me how
many men in your position

Lack the sense
to do the same.

Ordinarily I would
return the courtesy,

Relieve you of your cargo
and be on my way.

But your ship is about
to yield a prize

Of far, far greater value
than our wildest expectation,

A far greater prize

For which I'd rather not
leave witnesses to the taking.

Please, please, sir.
I have a wife and a son.

Hell of a prize,
mr. Meeks.

Hell of a prize.

Captain.

Captain.

Captain, before
we're seen...

Don't call him that.

Well?

Well what?

The crimes
you've committed

Against your crew
are undisputed.

The only reason the sentence
hasn't been carried out

Is that I've been
delaying the vote

In hopes that you might help me
find a way to get that gold,

Or as much of it as
possible, off that beach.

Why would I do that?

Because if you do,

I'll personally guarantee
your sentences are commuted.

You'll guarantee that,
will you?

You underestimate
your men yet again.

They will hear reason,

Especially when it comes
from a voice they can trust.

The men feel they're entitled
to leave this ordeal

- With something to show for...
- Fuck those men.

Fuck them for their
shortsightedness.

Fuck them
for their ingratitude.

And fuck them for siding
with a cowardly,

Sniveling shit
of a mutineer.

There are over 100
soldiers on that beach,

Sworn upon their lives
to protect that gold.

In a matter of hours,

They'll dispatch teams
to search for threats.

In a matter of days,

They'll locate our wreck
and our camp,

And they will kill every
last member of your crew.

And they'll deserve it,

None more so than you.

Bring them back.

We'll ready the nooses.

Wait.

The urca's gold
is secure.

A full complement
of soldiers,

Reinforced batteries...
18-pounders, all of them...

And men who know
how to use them.

There's no way of approaching
that beach from the land.

Why the fuck are we
listening to him?

Yeah, why?

We should be cutting
your goddamn tongue out

For all the lies
you've told us.

Gentlemen!

No one is angrier about mr.
Flint's crimes than I.

Which is why
you must trust me

When I ask you to hear
what he has to say.

And even if it weren't
for the soldiers,

Even if it weren't
for the guns,

There's a fucking warship watching
over every inch of the bay...

A fucking warship that has
already killed half your number,

A fucking warship that
would prevent any approach

To that beach
via the sea.

There's simply no way
of stealing that gold.

But there might be something
else you can steal.

The fucking warship.

What?

Too many soldiers
on the beach, which means

That the watch on the ship
is spare.

Two men
approach quietly,

Evade a handful
of sentries

And eliminate the watch
on the mainmast.

Now at this point,

While the sun
is failing

But before
the night watch arrives,

An assault
could be made.

That ship

Is your only means
of escape.

And that ship
is your only means

Of taking
anything of value

Out of this ordeal.

And once it is
in your possession...

- Enough of this. - Once that
ship is in your possession...

- Do none of you remember his crimes?
- Mr. De groot!

Once that ship is in your
possession, you will be invincible!

Now the risk

Falls almost entirely
on the first two men out.

I would volunteer

In exchange
for your pardon.

That leaves
one man to go.

One volunteer...

I'll do it.

I'll... I'll go.

Then let's put
mr. Flint's plan to a vote.

All in favor?

Aye! Aye! Aye!

The ayes have it.

Whoa.

Lord thomas hamilton?

Ah.

Are you the liaison
sent by the admiralty?

I am, my lord.

They say it started with
a man named henry avery.

Sailed into the port
of nassau,

Bribed the colonial governor
to look past his sins,

Encamped his crew
upon the beach,

And thus began the pirate issue
on new providence island.

Where and when
will it all end?

I suppose that's where you
and I come into the story.

As I'm sure you're aware, my
father the earl holds great sway

Amongst his peers
in whitehall.

He has asked for the assistance
of her majesty's navy

In pacifying the island
to which he holds title.

He was assured that this
request would be considered

- A matter of the utmost importance.
- Undoubtedly, my lord.

Then perhaps you can tell me
why they decided to send you.

Beg pardon,
my lord?

A number of your superiors are
former schoolmates of mine.

I canvassed them
about your reputation...

The son of a carpenter,

No record of any
formal schooling,

And yet more literate than any
three boys I knew at eton.

You are a rising star

With a bright future
in the admiralty.

You can understand
my concern.

Not really.

Perhaps my lack of
education is showing.

I intend to accomplish
something here, lieutenant.

I intend to save nassau
before she's lost forever.

And I cannot do that
with a partner

Who might be more concerned
about advancing his career

Than he is about
realizing this goal.

- You want to save nassau, my lord?
- Very much so.

Then perhaps my job is to make certain
you know what you're getting into.

You can go in now.

I'll go get us some rum.

Where the fuck
were you today?

Here.

You wanted to be a partner to
the consortium, did you not?

You wanted to take hornigold's
seat at the table?

Then that means you assume
hornigold's responsibilities,

First among them... turning
up for the fucking meetings.

Is this really what
you came up here for...

Scold me
for truancy?

This morning somebody
killed two watchmen

And stole 500 pounds' worth
of cargo from the warehouse.

Sorry to hear that.

Don't be sorry.
Do your fucking job.

And what job
is that exactly?

Hornigold provided security for
the consortium's operations.

And you'd like me to fill
that role for you now?

If your friends aren't capable
of protecting themselves,

Then I argue they aren't
worth protecting.

What the fuck
are you talking about?

You were the one who decided you
wanted to be a part of this.

To protect the bay.

But to play the role
of constable

For the benefit of captains
naft and lawrence?

Your problem
isn't with me.

Your problem... you need
stronger partners.

I had stronger partners,
you shit.

What are you doing
down there, eleanor?

Corporate charters?
Mandatory meetings?

The woman who stole ship and
crew out from underneath me

Has no appetite
for any of that.

I think that's why you're
so frustrated with me...

Because you know all this,
because you know I know this,

And because you know
you are so much more like me

- Than anyone you've ever met in your
entire life. - Jesus christ, enough.

Stop telling me what it is
you think I think.

You sound
fucking ridiculous.

Do you know
what it is I want?

I want to figure out a way of
selling everyone's shit here

For more tomorrow
than I did yesterday.

I want to establish a future here
that isn't measured in months.

And I want you to show up for a
meeting when you're fucking told.

- Can't leave yet.
- Watch me.

You haven't asked me
the question yet.

You haven't asked me if
I'm gonna let him in...

Flint.

Am I going to permit him to enter
the bay with his spanish treasure?

Assuming, that is,
he returns with it at all.

Be very careful, charles,

Because at a certain point

I will remove you from this place,
no matter what the consequences.

You'd do that?
For him?

How is it you see such a partner
in him and such a villain in me?

He wants
what I want.

Are you quite certain
about that?

Let's put it to a test.

Let's say I do separate
flint from his gold

When he returns.

And let's say
you and I split it.

What?

Mm, see?

Not so easy.

Think about it...
I kill flint,

Give you half a fortune,
and then no more naft,

No more lawrence,
no more compromises.

You could do
whatever you like.

We could do
whatever we like.

How important is flint
to you now?

Fuck you.

Fuck you, too.

Once the mainmast watch
has been eliminated,

Hoist your signal.

If there is no signal
before the reinforcements

For the night's watch
depart the beach,

I'll assume failure and begin
our escape down the coast.

What if the signal
is in time?

Then we'll launch
our assault.

There is something about which
I want to be very clear...

Even in success

You will be expelled
from the crew,

Cast out.

Are we understood?

You shit.

Um, beg pardon?

I needed a fighter,

Someone I could count on to
make a difference on that ship.

What the fuck were you doing
volunteering?

I'm sorry,
I'm a little confused.

Why wouldn't I volunteer?
If we're to try and...

Hang on.

You're serious
about taking the ship?

What the fuck
did you think?

I thought this was how
you intended to escape.

Sure, it would be a few days of
walking or so to st. Augustine,

But at least
we'd have a chance.

You really mean to board that ship.
Jesus christ.

I'm not doing it.

I don't need to return
to nassau.

I am happy to find some
other place to survive.

St. Augustine
is that way.

It's at least
a week on foot,

Tequesta tribes
in between.

I doubt you'll survive
to see sunrise tomorrow.

How are you even gonna get
out there with one arm?

What is this exercise
intended to prove, lieutenant?

You want to understand
why piracy flourishes

In the west indies.

I'm about
to show you.

Have you seen one
of these before?

I'm afraid
I haven't, no.

Who is he?

Davey someone-or-other.

High seas piracy, treason,
so on and so forth,

Same as the last,
same as the next.

He's being asked
if he wants to confess,

Beg forgiveness in the eyes
of god and queen anne.

Suck my cock!

I assume
that was a "no."

So this is
the lesson...

The pirates of
new providence island

Are incorrigible,
dedicated to mayhem.

To attempt to address this subject
is doomed to defeat from the outset.

It's not him
I wanted you to see.

No mercy!

Go all the way
to hell!

It's them.

Civilization needs
its monsters.

You think whitehall wants piracy
to flourish in the bahamas?

No, I don't think they want
it, but I think they're aware

Of the cost associated
with trying to fight it.

And I think
that that sound

Travels.

You're an educated man, my lord,
but I think it worth reminding you

That in most cases a man trying
to change the world fails

For one simple
and unavoidable reason...

Everyone else.

Do as I say
when I say,

Or I'll kill you
myself.

Well, that was easy.

Hurry up!

I will fucking kill you.
Shut up.

For crying out loud!

10 minutes
I've been waiting.

A moment's peace,
my friend.

Surely you can
empathize.

Jack rackham.

The crew killer.

That's right.

Jesus.

What happened?

Same as yesterday,

Though it would appear
things have escalated.

When I came here,
I had nothing

But my name
and my wits.

A man in a place
like this

Surviving on those
two things alone...

He suffers indignities,

Slights, ridicule.

But I overcame it.

I used the wits
to build the name.

I became quartermaster
to a crew

That struck fear
into the hearts

Of many, many men.

Jesus christ,

What's become
of my name?

They pissed on me.

Tell me
who did this.

So you can
murder them all?

What a wonderful idea.
Why didn't I think of that?

Tell me, though,
how many men do you think

You can safely lure into the
wrecks to their deaths?

Unfortunately, I'm afraid
eight won't cut it,

As I am pariah to just about
every able-bodied man

On this fucking
island!

They pissed on me.

I will send someone
upstairs to tend to him.

He is angry,
but this will pass.

Stay the fuck away
from me.

- Wait. - You almost
got us killed.

- Almost. Almost.
- For a fucking bauble.

It's a boatswain's
whistle.

Look.

Doesn't it make more sense for us
to prompt the lookout to come down,

Than for us to go
up there after him?

You are truly amazing,
you know that?

We're both better off now
than we were two minutes ago,

Yet you're angry about it because
it didn't happen your way.

Might you consider
for a fucking moment

That your distrust of me
is completely unwarranted?

I warned you about billy.
Was I right?

I found you
over mr. Gates's body,

And did I do anything
but defend you?

When you were sinking
to the bottom of the sea,

Who do you imagine it was who
dragged you onto that beach?

Brace yourself,

But I'm the only person within
a hundred miles of here

- Who doesn't want
to see you dead.

But this is the rate I can
offer you for this material.

If it's unsatisfactory,
feel free to go elsewhere.

This is absurd.
There's absolutely

Nothing wrong
with the cargo itself.

What's going on here?

Ma'am, these goods were
presented for consignment,

But your man here refuses
to pay full freight for it,

Owing to the condition
of the barrels they're in.

Put up a fight,
did they?

Once we were on board, the crew
turned, gave us no choice.

There was
no malice in it.

Mister...

Meeks, ma'am. Quartermaster
of the fancy.

Mr. Meeks, do you have
any idea what happens

When a marginally reputable cargo
ship enters a civilized port

And attempts to unload 50 barrels
full of cargo covered in blood?

This material
all must be unboxed

And reboxed into clean containers before
I can even think about shipping it out.

Between you and I, which of us
should bear the cost of that?

Whatever happened on that ship,
it was a costly fuck-up.

But it wasn't my fuck-up, and
I'm not about to pay for it.

Ma'am, I must beg
your understanding.

My crew is new
to this place.

Going forward, we'll certainly
keep this issue in mind.

Mr. Meeks, who is
the captain of the fancy?

Ned low.

Please relay
to captain low

That it is his responsibility
to manage the taking of prizes

To avoid situations like
this in the future.

If there are any savings in
the repacking of these goods,

I'll be sure
to pass them on to you.

Good afternoon.

Madam guthrie.

You wished to speak
with me?

Sit.

Do you know captain hallendale
of the straight arrow?

Yes.

Not terribly strong
or daring,

But knows how to manage a
prize, reliable in that way.

Sorry, what has this
got to do with me?

The good fortune
was captured yesterday

But by a different captain
who found her first,

Beat hallendale
to her,

And then, instead of
managing her surrender,

He put her entire crew
to the sword.

I give hallendale
a lead.

Hallendale spends
all his time in here.

And somehow that lead ends up in
the hands of a fucking maniac.

Madam guthrie,
isn't it just as possible

This is a rather unfortunate but not
at all implausible coincidence?

I sold it.

To captain low.
He paid 90 pieces for it.

- Why would you do...?
- Why wouldn't I?

Valuable information walks in the
door, I should let it walk out?

Why?
Because it bothers you?

Stay out of my
fucking business.

Consider this the only warning
you're ever gonna get.

- You fucking ingrate.
- Now that's not helpful.

You mewed and whimpered
in that fucking tent

Till you had me
all turned around.

Got me thinking you were some
helpless thing they was beatin' on.

I get you out,
and you pull this shit.

- Starting shit without telling us.
- Let me explain.

- Don't you fucking talk back to me.
- All right.

Either she's on her back,
or she's out on the streets.

But if it ain't one of
the two come tomorrow,

I'm gonna deal
with it my way.

I will be very honest
with you.

I could torture the two of you
to find out who you are,

How many more of you
there are

And what you're hoping
to accomplish here.

I could find it out
and you would both suffer.

But today
is your lucky day,

At least
for one of you.

My commander arrives

To relieve the watch
in less than an hour.

I need this matter
resolved before then.

So neither of you will
be here when he arrives.

One of you will tell me
what I want to know,

Receive this gold
as reward,

Be escorted to the beach
for your escape.

And the other will be
quite dead.

My name is john silver.
His name is james flint.

We came here to steal the gold
from the treasure galleon,

But he was deposed from his
captaincy by a man named dufresne,

Who is now waiting with the
rest of our crew in longboats.

You'll likely find them behind
the promontory to the south.

I believe there are
32 of them.

You fucking...!

Suéltalo.

Sorry.

Huh-uh.

Shoot this one.

He'll get
to the pistol.

This one has more scars...
more fights.

- You've got a better chance against
this one. - Not if he shoots me first.

Then beat him to it.
Do it, quickly.

So I actually
have to fight him?

Well, what the fuck did you
think was gonna happen?

Do it! Do it!

Bolt the door.

Busquen algo para derrimbar
la puerta, apúrense!

Table.

So what now?

They'll have to converge through
the door, roughly a dozen of them,

And three pistols
at our disposal.

And then what?

Hold your fire.

Mr. Logan,
weigh the anchor!

We must get underway before they
loose those cannons on the beach.

Up the braces! Up the braces!
Unfold the canvas!

Come on!

- Return fire!
- Return fire!

Cannons are loaded!

Get us underway!
Get us underway!

Prepare to take fire!

Incoming!

...The fucking island.

...That guthrie cunt...

Now get the fuck out.

All right. Fuck!

You have absolutely
nothing to worry about.

Though I would recommend
avoiding her for a while.

Get the fuck out.

If we are all going to make
something of this place,

Perhaps it is in
everyone's best interest

That you and I find a way
past all of this,

Past your anger
towards me.

I'm not gonna
warn you again.

Your anger... it is
understandable.

You killed your own crew
to free me.

You suffered indignity
in my defense.

Perhaps that is enough
to warrant your feelings.

But perhaps there is something
else underlying it,

Something hiding in a place
not even you can see.

Perhaps...

We would do well to...

Bring it
into the light.

What the fuck do you
think you're doing?

Huh?

Ma'am.

May I buy that
for you, miss?

My bar.
Thank you anyway.

I confess,

I knew it was
your bar.

Just a gesture
for a pretty lady.

You must be new here.

I am, in fact.
How could you tell?

I don't fuck
customers.

Everybody here knows it.
Now you do, too.

A sound rule.

Unfortunate for me,
but sound nonetheless.

Still,
it is unthinkable to me

That someone this beautiful is
forced to spend her nights alone.

What's your name?

Ned low.

You met my quartermaster
meeks this morning.

From what I understand,
we were shortchanged

A fair amount
on a prize haul

Owing to the condition
of its containers.

I understand
mr. Meeks told you

The episode on the good fortune
was a case of self-defense.

I apologize for that.

When I heard he told you
that, I knew instantly

That a woman of your stature
would see right through it.

And if you're anything like me,
you simply cannot abide a liar.

So I thought if I came
here to tell the truth,

Perhaps we might reach
a more favorable outcome.

The truth is,

I'm not a particularly
skilled captain.

Navigation is
foreign to me.

I have no gift
for politics.

So what am I good at?

This is going to sound
absurd, but...

I make the men feel better
about themselves.

See, every man here
has served under a captain

Who uses violence
to achieve an end...

To terrorize,
to advertise.

When the men see that,
they can spot the lie.

They know that that captain
is, in some part of his soul,

Sickened by
his own actions.

And the lie infects
everyone who sees it.

But with me,

When the men see me slaughter
the crew of the good fortune,

When they see me cut out a man's
tongue from his mouth for lying,

When they see me burn a boy alive
in front of his father's eyes,

They know, they can
see it in my eyes...

There's no lie there.

There's no
secret remorse there.

I simply don't
have it in me.

At any rate, I hope
that clarifies things

And illustrates
why it is only fair

To compensate my men fully
for their latest haul,

As it was an honest haul
taken by an honest captain.

I intend to be here
some time.

It would be a shame to
make enemies of each other

Over such a small
amount of money.

Get out of my place.

I say get rid of him.

It's very lucky.

I rather envy you.

I remember what it was like
the first time I met him.

There's a feeling one gets
when in the presence

Of the truly great men.

It's something
quite indescribable.

I imagine you're
having it as we speak.

"Indescribable"
is a good word.

You question
my husband's motives?

Not on the least,
ma'am,

Though I may question the
outcome he's likely to achieve.

The game he is
entering into

Is a brutal and
unforgiving one.

- Piracy?
- Politics.

What's your name,
lieutenant?

Mcgraw...
james mcgraw.

Great men aren't made great by
politics, lieutenant mcgraw.

They aren't made great
by prudence or propriety.

They are,
every last one of them,

Made great by one thing
and one thing only...

The relentless pursuit
of a better world.

The great men don't
give up that pursuit.

They don't know how.

And that is what makes
them invincible.

17 yea votes
against 15 nays.

The crew has commuted
your sentences

By the narrowest
of margins.

You will both be
transported back to nassau,

At which point you will be removed
from this ship permanently

And without severance.

There'll be no further
negotiation on the matter.

You were right,
for what it's worth.

Beg pardon?

If your interests and mine
were adverse to each other,

There's a good chance I'd
cross you to save myself.

Then why didn't you?

Because at the moment

I don't believe our interests
are adverse to each other.

I don't believe you did
any of this for a pardon,

Or a passage to nassau,

Or to be able to walk away
from anything.

I think you intend
to reclaim your captaincy.

I think you intend to take
control of this ship.

And then I think
you intend

To return to that beach,
armed to the teeth,

And seize every last
ounce of gold off of it.

And I think you're going
to need my help to do it.

Tell me I'm wrong.