All language subtitles for Thieves of the Wood s01e03.eng

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

[Coffijn] That's how we'll straighten
the main road to Brussels

for once and forever.

Speed is the future.

How can I spend money I don't have?

[Coffijn] I hope that you will remember

that the City Watch imposes its authority,

acts decisively,

and strikes fear into the people.

PREVIOUSLY

[Spaniard] Leaves and stalks,
mixed with tar and resin.

Sell that to your paupers.

Low price, big volume.

Opium for the people.

[Pycke] Michel d'Embaux, like his father

and all previous generations, is a knight.

You're marrying into nobility.

How could you stoop so low, father?

Closing a deal with our title.

I do not claim to have
your brother's shooting skills,

but many wild boar
have been devoured thanks to me.

Would you like to come?

If you dare to hunt with a woman.

[Jan] I did something terrible.

FOR EMIEL EMBO

I had no choice.

I came here to tell you
that Emiel is dead.

[Jan] I'm sorry.

[man, German] Sir.

Could you help us?

[horse neighing]

[horse neighing, approaching]

[horse neighing]

[ominous music]

[mimicked bird sound]

[mimicked bird sound]

[man screaming]

[moans]

[horse neighing]

WANTED, JAN DE LICHTE

FOR DESERTION AND MURDER
2,000 FLORINS REWARD

[German] We could negotiate.

Negotiate?

Don't know what that is.

Greet God for me.

[Flemish] What did Jan do?

For them to come so far to get him?

We didn't ask, Shoe.

Come on,

[French] let's go.

[title music]

[Coffijn] You look so serious
when you think, Benoît.

It is serious, Mayor.

70,000 is way too little.

Now's the time.

For men who think.

Me, for example.

Look around.

- Thank you.
- Turn your gaze to the New World.

To America.

What's there?

America is the land of the future.

Do you know how big it is?

Ten times bigger than Europe.

Ten million people there

and a hundred million here in Europe.

You're well informed.

Do you know
how they work those huge fields?

Bigger than we can imagine.

Even in France.

Who do you think works those fields?

Immigrants?

[Coffijn] No.

Pioneers? Indians? I don't know.

Slaves, Benoît.

Slaves do the work.

For over a century
they've been trading slaves.

It's a great system.

One in three Americans are African slaves.

33% of the total population.

Those 33% do 100% of the work.

How brilliant is that?

We live in the century of the slave.

As long as we are the slave drivers...

there's nothing to fear.

Do you want to buy slaves in Africa?

No, I don't need to.

We make our own, here.

I don't follow, Mayor.

My outlaws are my slaves, Benoît.

The more you need
to build the bigger road,

the more I'll banish.

They'll work for less than nothing.

If they don't, the gallows await.

Ever heard of the Simon Company?

Yes, they hire the outlaws
to do dirty work.

[Coffijn] Right.

We'll take this small thing

and scale it way up, Benoît.

- What can you do?
- [Vagenende] I'm trying.

But it doesn't seem to be working.

We could get the gypsies.

I won't have their hocus pocus here,

you know that.

[Vagenende] Then we must go there.

If it reaches his brain, he's done for.

We'll take him, Tincke.

Do as you please.

But make sure he pulls through.

[Baru] My compliments.

I had heard you were

the greatest artist in the region,

but seeing it with my own eyes...
Lovely.

Héloïse d'Embaux,
daughter of our printer, Michel.

She's delightful, a real lady.

I painted her from memory,

for her wedding present.

Pity she's getting married.

To a man of standing, I presume.

An awful mistake, if you ask me.

Nicolaï van Gelderhode,

son of our entrepreneur, Benoît.

[French] New money, from whatever.

[Flemish] As vulgar as the plague,
real snobs.

The parents worse than the son.

Mr. Baru, money does not bring dignity.

Nice wine, by the way.

An angel pissing on your tongue.

Chassagne-Montrachet, 1705.

Let me come to the point, Mr. Baru.

Our stagecoach goes to Ghent
on Wednesday.

I politely ask you

if you would accompany it.

This is why.

My old mother's birthday present.

It's of great sentimental value
to her and myself,

and I would like you
to deliver it to her personally.

I know it is an exceptional favour, but...

No, it's a pleasure.

This way, I can visit my brother in Ghent.

I've heard good things about you
in Ghent.

I'm glad you were appointed bailiff.

I am entirely at the service of the city.

[ominous music]

[Minna] Let them pass.

[money rattling]

[Fench] Asshole,
going to lose your pants again?

[Flemish] Shit stains and all.

Come on then, motherfuckers.

[Tincke] Come on.

Well played, men.

Tincke,

drop it, pal.

Pack your stuff.

They're here.

[breaths heavily]

[calmer breathing]

Now we wait.

[woman] We'll stay with him.

We can do no more here.

You should stick to dice.

I watched you.

The three of them
were playing against you.

Right,

what do you owe this time?

[paper rustles]

[whistles]

[Spanish] It's over, friend.

[Flemish] What did you say?

A week's delay?

I like you, Tincke.

You have more class
than the others here.

Nice of you to say so.

Five thousand in seven days
at 100% is...

I've never been good at sums.

I thought so.

Ten thousand sols,

by midnight on Sunday.

Sound reasonable?

Yes.

Get a wife, Tincke.

It's safer and cheaper than gambling.

Yes...

If you want to make merry,
you pay the price.

See you next time.

[woman] Stop.

Stop.

Not again.

No. I'm busy. Stop.

Excuse me.

Stop it, Cross-Eyes.

[Cross-Eyes] Help yourself, I'm busy.

We're here with a proposition
for Iron Simon, your boss.

A proposition?

Yes,

something that will interest him.

We have great plans
and I think Mr. Simon...

[pretends to sleep]
As I said, I'm busy.

Come back later, or wait until I'm done.

Come on, sweetie, come with daddy.

We can't stay here.

The mayor gave me clear orders.

You must make your proposal in security.

That hasn't yet happened.

Gentlemen.

Perhaps I can help you.

[violin music continues]

[panting]

You're stronger than I thought,
Jan de Lichte.

[ominous music]

[Baru] Who'd do such a thing?

Buckriders?

Sadists?

Satanists?

[Magda] Someone has embroided
the outlaw brand on here.

[Baru] A sort of diploma?

Something to be proud of.

A medal.

Do you recognize this sign?

No.

[Baru] An eagle in a circle
on the sole of the foot.

This boot belongs to an Austrian soldier.

Or a former soldier.

Maybe they took the boots
from a corpse.

Do you think they're so fearless

they'd kill a soldier?

If even the City Watch
don't dare enter the woods,

there'll be trouble.

The outlaws are located
between the cities.

They're forming communities, clans.

When they realize how strong they are,

they'll turn on the city.

Then a leader will arise and unite them.

And who could blame them?

[Jan] I don't know how to thank you.

A few hours ago,

I was in another, strange place.

You brought me back.

I didn't do it on my own.

Marieke helped me.

Take care, Jan de Lichte.

You may have beaten your fever,

but your fate is still full of obstacles.

I already figured that out.

[Pycke] Virgin Mary, Mother of God,

pray for us poor sinners, now

and at the hour of our death.

Amen.

Enjoy.

[French] Cheval Blanc and ortolans.
Perfect.

[Flemish] Not much meat on them.

[French] Exquisite, then. A delicatesse.

[Flemish] Michel, did I tell you
about our new undertaking

to make a new road to Ghent?

Yes, I heard something about that.

A noble goal.

The ruts get deeper every year.

The stagecoach loses valuable time

on those roads.

This is 1747,

we don't live
in the Middle Ages anymore.

[mild laughter]

In England,
they're trying out a new method.

They mix tar with pebbles

and get a very flat surface.

You can reach speeds
that defy imagination. So they say.

Bon. A toast to the future.

May everything go much faster.

In the name of God.

May I jump in?

To a wonderful future

and a rich

and preferably masculine descendance.

Good health.

Cheers.

[Nicolaï] A beautiful new dress, Héloïse.

You look lovely.

Thank you, sir.

Nicolaï, please.

Like last time.

Of course.

[spits out food]

[man sneezes]

[exciting music]

[dramatic music]

We're leaving.

Don't shoot.

Who are you?

Urkens Senior, sir.

This is my eldest.

And that's my youngest.

Please, sir.

I ask you not to harm us. Please.

[Urkens groans]

Could you...

perhaps help us, sir?

I can no longer care for these children.

Could you help us? Please, sir?

Urkens, head south,

through the woods,

until you reach an open space.

That's our camp.

Go to the bar The Hunger
and ask for Tarara.

Say Jan de Lichte sent you.

If anyone bothers you, show him that.

Thank you.

Promise me one thing:

that you'll never bow to any man again.

Go.

You asked if I dared
go hunting with a lady?

Well,

I would be honoured to accompany you

on the wild boar hunt.

With pleasure, sir.

As you have not hunted
since your brother left for war,

I suggest we take it easy.

Enjoy.

Hey.

Bravo.

May I be excused?

You must indeed excuse her.

I fear the news of Emiel's death

is still weighing heavily on her.

[Coffijn] My condolences, d'Embaux.

But it must be a comfort
that your son died a hero.

[Coffijn] One moment.

I would be proud,

it is an honour granted to few fathers.

I'd like to drink

to your heroic son,

Emiel.

To Emiel.

To Emiel.

[child] Come.

Watch out.

[horse neighing]

[Coffijn] How did it go
at the Velvet Monkey?

It isn't exactly my sort of place.

I was glad to have
watchman Goorissen with me.

Did it all go according to plan or...

Let's hope so.

I conveyed our proposition
to a shady-looking fellow.

He said we'd hear soon from Iron Simon.

I don't believe promises
from people like that,

but we'll see.

[Coffijn] I don't imagine they'll refuse.

It's a good deal,

with benefits for all parties.

Apart from your slaves, Coffijn.

Outlaws, Benoît, outlaws.

It'll benefit them in the long run.

If we show they're cooperating
in progress,

we also show they aren't totally rejected.

We give them hope.

- Really?
- Yes.

I wonder if Egyptian slaves thought that

as they built the pyramids.

[Coffijn] I don't know. But those pyramids

still stand.

[Benoît] True.

[Coffijn] Our road will last as long...

So many guards and weapons.

It must be worth it.

Come on.

[noise coming from hallway]

[Coffijn] Stop.

What's going on?

[Goorissen] Sorry, Mayor.

This outlaw says he has a message for you.

We tried to stop him from entering.

Wait.

Who is the message from?

From who?

Iron Simon.

[whistles with fingers]

Go away.

A deserter.

A murderer.

WANTED, JAN DE LICHTE

[ominous music]

There's a reward on your head.

2,000 florins.

That's why these Austrians came.

You don't know what happened there.

It says here you killed Emiel Embo.

The Spaniard wants my head, Jan.

And 2,000 florins is a lot of money.

If that's what you want,
come and get me.

I have no choice, Jan.

You saved my skin, Tincke.

Selling it now
will gnaw at your conscience.

You could take money
from those who don't need it.

And I know where.

[Benoît] Mayor, what's so urgent...

I have summoned you
because I have great news.

Meet one of the first workers

who will work on the big road.

We will get 200 in two teams of 100

so that we can work, work, work
around the clock.

The future smiles on us.

- The Simon Company accepted.
- Yes.

It's in all our interests

to start work immediately.

Take him home with our agreement.

And give Mr. Simon our greetings.

To the future, and nothing else.

And prosperity for us and our city.

- Cheers.
- Good health.

[Michel] Héloïse?

Héloïse?

[knocks on door]

[door opens]

[Michel] We must be at the
Van Gelderhode's in half an hour.

I'm not going, father.

I don't feel well enough to go hunting.

Last time I hunted was with Emiel.

Yes.

Thoughts of Emiel
keep me awake every night.

And if sleep overwhelms me,

I dream of him.

Always something different.

He is everywhere.

Only time will heal this sorrow.

Meanwhile, Héloïse,

we must carry on.

We have no choice.

I know.

I'll get ready.

Stay on the edge of the hunting zone.

Blend in.

Only guns.

We don't need more.

Spare your strength for tomorrow.

Let's go.

[horn sounds, dogs barking]

[horse neighing]

[gunshot]

Allow me, darling.

I don't want anything to happen to you.

Stay with the horses,

I'll signal if all is safe.

[dog barking]

[dog cries]

[ominous music]

[Shoe] Put that down.

Put it down.

On your knees.

- Now.
- Yes.

No.

[smothered screams]

Jan?

Come on.

Get out of here.

[horse neighing]

[Jan] There's an ambitious plan.

Devilishly ambitious.

And it stands or falls
with our cooperation.

Together we are strong.

Stronger than you think.

We have nothing to lose...

but it's dangerous.

Every man must decide
if they're in or not.

If you don't dare,

you don't win.

[people chattering]

What will it be?

Are we doing this?

[crowd cheering]

Come on.

Yeah.

[Magda] Mr. Baru?

Mr. Rademaeckers.

As agreed, Mr. Baru,

my mother's birthday present.

[Rademaeckers] You do us both
a great pleasure. I assure you.

I will personally ensure
that the chest arrives safely.

I have full confidence.

I appreciate this greatly.

I'd like to repay you

with an invitation for dinner
on your return.

An invitation I gladly accept.

Didn't you bring anything else?

It doesn't fit at all.

Try it with the blouse.

No. That won't help.

It's her face.

What about me?

Yeah, you...

You already look ridiculous enough.
Take it off before it gets dirty.

Maybe you should try.

Your face won't be a problem.

[men laughing, chattering]

Watchman Goorissen?

[clears throat]

Until my return,
you will be in charge of the Watch,

as we agreed.

Very well.

Make us proud.

I will.

[Baru] You may load the coach.

After you.

[whip cracks]

Go.

Well,

I'm never entirely at ease
in the woods.

They say it's haunted.

[man] Do you know
what they call these woods?

[French] An oasis of horror

in a desert of boredom.

[ominous music]

[Pycke, Flemish] Tramps, whores, bandits.

Woe betide those who crawl out of woods

and rob our stagecoach.

NEXT TIME

[Anne-Marie]
They say he's totally twisted,

that his legs are crooked

and he has a gash across his face.

[Iron Simon] He'll be dead in two minutes.

[screams]

The choice is yours.

Look at us.

[screams, gun sounds]

Do I look like someone
who'd fuck his own whores?

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