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After they destroyed Lampadang, my home village,

they burned Lampisang too.

It reminds me

of when General van Swieten burned down our beloved Agung Mosque in 1873.

Ever since that day,

the land of Aceh has been ruined

by the lust and greed of humans who will never understand

how much we love this land

that has given us so much.

The migration this time has so much to do with my belief

that fighting against the colonialists is part of the faith.

Teuku, your decision to remove the colonialists from our beloved land

is a priceless happiness.

And though I'm now in Meunasah, a place so different from our home, Lampisang,

I'm grateful

because I am surrounded by our people,

who recognize the value of struggling for one's faith.

-Fadil! -Yes.

Give this to Teuku.

Give it to our man at the five-kilometer post

and ask him to deliver it to Teuku Muhamad at the nine-kilometer post.

Teuku.

What do you intend to do next?

What more are you waiting for?

We can't go back to Lampisang.

We have to act before it's too late.

With Vetter gone, I heard van Heutsz is going to send thousands more.

That doesn't worry me.

What concerns me is that when fighting the enemy, we are divided!

It would be a different story if I could carry a weapon and fight the enemy.

If you want to know how I truly feel, I've been waiting so long for this moment.

We should be thankful.

All I ask is that you never again live with those heathens,

for whatever reason.

Three years was more than enough.

You still don't believe me? That was a ruse.

If I hadn't lived among them, how could we have armed ourselves for war?

By living with them, I was able to study Dutch military strategy.

You should help me.

Send word to every village.

First thing in the morning tomorrow, before Subuh, I'll be at the hill.

Whoever is ready to become a martyr with me I shall be waiting there.

Allahu Akbar!

Tonight, you will offer yourselves in martyrdom together with me!

-Allahu Akbar! -Allahu Akbar!

Move, move! Everybody move out!

For our land!

We are under attack! Retreat!

Go! Go! Secure the area!

Follow me!

Have no fear!

Have no fear!

Retreat!

Send someone to Kuta Raja!

Behind you!

Keep going!

Burn everything!

Have no fear!

Have no fear!

-Kill all of those officers! -Kill!

Die, scum!

This incident is overwhelming.

Unimaginable.

Do you still not understand what we expect from you?

Commissioned officers.

From now on, let's forget the strategy limit.

We will try a different way.

Conduct raids in villages and arrest anyone that looks suspicious.

One more thing.

For the time being, there'll be no night patrols.

Gentlemen.

We will attack Umar and his wife, Dhien, and the rebel band during the day.

Afterward, when van Heutsz and his special troops arrive,

we will begin night patrol again.

In the hope, of course, that success will be ours.

Any questions?

Yes, General.

Commissioned officers,

if anyone in the village fights back,

can we apply a scorched earth policy?

I give you a carte blanche to do whatever you must.

But the most important thing is to capture Umar and Dhien, dead or alive.

Is that clear?

I give you one last chance. Where is Umar?

You're very stubborn!

Damn it! So stubborn!

Sergeant!

-Finish him off! -Yes, sir.

Firing squad! Get ready!

Ready rifles!

Shoot!

To our cooperation.

To your success, Lieutenant Colonel van Heutsz.

-More drink? -That's enough, thank you.

This is wonderful.

Have a seat, Mr. Leubeh.

I've never tried a wine this good. Really wonderful.

Mr. van Heutsz, is this wine from France?

No.

No.

No. Mr. Leubeh.

In Russia, they drink vodka.

This wonderful wine was made in the Netherlands.

Isn't the Netherlands famous for its cheeses?

Yes.

What about Aceh? What are they famous for?

The coffee, sir. The great taste of our coffee.

No, Mr. Leubeh. Aceh is famous for its deceit.

Mr. Leubeh.

Let's get back to the point.

What is the latest update?

I'm sure you bring some news for me.

For you, I always have information.

And this information is very special. Really big news.

Over there.

Aim, fire!

Advance!

Fire in the hole!

Push through!

That damned general is trying to be a hero for the Dutch queen.

He's murdered some of my best men.

Let him kill and kill again.

He thinks he can defeat us by doing that?

They are dreaming.

By killing all of us, they think they can kill Aceh as a nation.

That's what I used to think.

But this general is crafty.

And he has Leubeh helping him.

Don't waste your time hating him.

Sometimes, even feel sorry for that Dutch general.

-Gambang, take this. -Sit down, Gambang.

What is it, Dad?

How old are you now?

I don't want to get married yet.

Who said anything about getting married?

I just want to know your feelings.

I feel I should talk to you about what is important.

First, I want you to remain a faithful Muslim.

Because only pious children can help their parents in the afterlife.

Second, I ask you to become a woman like your mother.

And lastly…

I like that young man.

What's his name?

Teuku Mayet. That boy from the Tiro family.

All right. Now, you two should rest.

First thing in the morning tomorrow, I will leave.

Silence!

Get ready to go tomorrow!

We have to part with our beloved ones.

And it is all because of those colonialists!

They've taken away our freedom!

They've taken our rights!

Our land!

And they might take our lives too!

We have to raise and educate our children!

Tell them the saga of our holy war.

So they won't grow to be willful and defiant children!

Children who don't obey us.

Who act like uneducated children!

We hope…

if we die as martyrs,

they will rise and continue our fight in Allah's way.

We have to remember!

Help each other and die as martyrs!

When can we go and fight in a war?

Subhanallah.

We should pray that when you grow up, there will be no more war.

There's only one option!

Either that heathen general or I will be buried here!

We must take back Meulaboh!

Leubeh's information was right.

You'll leave tonight with 12 of your best marksmen.

You know what is expected from you.

The main target is Umar. The rest is up to you.

According to Leubeh, it'll take a gold bullet to kill him.

Of course, that gold bullet.

Don't ask how or why, Verburgh. Get the gold bullet by tonight.

I spot them! In position!

Don't forget. The target is Teuku Umar.

Men, take your positions.

You too, in the back. Quick.

Shoot!

Ambush!

We've been ambushed!

Hurry up! Bring him!

Fire! Fire at will!

I see them.

Aim carefully.

Slowly.

We are losing him.

You must stop, Gambang.

It is God's will.

Gambang.

Please stop.

Your father has died a martyr.

Gambang.

As an Acehnese woman,

it's forbidden to shed tears for one who has died a martyr in a war.

Be strong.

So that your father's soul can rest peacefully.

Our fight is not over, Gambang.

And it's our duty to carry on.

Traitor!

Bring the traitor!

Put him inside!

-I'm not a traitor! -Shut up!

Here he is, Nja'.

He's Leubeh's right hand!

I'm not a traitor!

-Shameful. Pang Laot, finish this matter. -Have mercy!

-Do whatever you want. -Pack and get ready.

We have to leave before dawn.

Be careful.

You go with Pang Karim!

Gather everything up!

Begin to attack from the east.

We are under attack!

Don't waste time. Leave what we don't need.

Yes, Tjoet Nja'.

Just take what you need. Hurry up.

Pang Laot!

We did it!

Hurry up!

March forward!

Have a seat.

Are you all sleeping?

What happened?

Someone like Tjoet Nja' Dhien could easily escape without you knowing.

I really don't get it.

We've searched all villages. We even tightened the surveillance.

But every time we enter a village, birds would fly away before us.

Tightened the surveillance, you said? And this is the result?

That's an old story, Voorneman.

-May I suggest something? -Suggestions, suggestions. I'm sick of it!

No, Voorneman. I don't need your suggestions.

I thought that with the death of Umar, this God-forsaken war would end.

What do you think, Mr. Leubeh?

-We go today! Pack up your stuff! -I informed you already, General.

-Dhien, Umar's wife, is a dangerous woman. -Salute, General.

She's the daughter of Teuku Nanta Setia, General van Swieten's nemesis.

Her first husband, Ibrahim Lam Nga, was a commander too.

I've informed Snouck of all this too,

your Acehnese expert, but you didn't believe me.

It's just my opinion,

but I think she was the brains of Umar's Campaign.

Kill them!

Leave no survivors!

Over there!

Get out!

Get out!

Round them up! Hurry up!

Gather them in the field!

Do you need more examples?

Bring that loser over here!

You bastard!

I'm sure you know where Dhien is! I give you three seconds to answer!

That should teach you a lesson!

This is your last warning!

If you don't tell me where Tjoet Nja' Dhien is,

you will suffer the consequences!

Is that clear?

Whoever knows where Dhien is, stand up!

Bastard! Burn the place to the ground!

-Burn everything! -Burn it down!

Help!

Burn it down!

We have to hit back right away.

It's not so easy.

They have weapons, power, and money.

They have everything

except faith.

We should get used to being patient.

Starting now, we have to learn the art of being bright in the darkness

and invisible in the light.

Remember. We know our land better than they do.

Draw the heathens into the mountains and make that our battlefield.

But they've brought in crack troops from Java

who are used to fighting in the jungle.

So what?

They are only here for the money.

But they are the worst. They're cold-blooded people.

They kill without remorse.

Pang Laot, I've said it many times.

This is all about weapons, power, and money.

You had better learn about this.

Tjoet Nja', the Dutch have strengthened their hold over the whole area.

Beutong Le Sageu.

Meulaboh, Pidie, and Geumpang.

We move the troops between these three places.

If needed, we can open new bases in Bireun and Takengon.

I will go down to Meulaboh myself.

No way, Tjoet Nja'.

I'm responsible for your safety.

I know I've got some grey hair now.

But your worry is only because I'm a woman.

Meulaboh is very dangerous.

There are soldiers everywhere.

That's all the better.

In that kind of situation, they'd rather look at a pretty girl

than a woman of my age.

It's up to me to study the situation there.

This is what I mean by being bright in the darkness,

and being invisible in the light.

Here's Beutong Le Sageu.

Because of the mountains, it's very difficult to reach.

I want you to block Beutong and make sure no one gets in or out.

And I don't care how you do it. Understand?

Who's speaking?

It's Mrs. van Heutsz. May I speak with my husband?

-Siti, get the water ready. -Yes, ma'am.

-Who? -It's me.

Are you coming home today? I've been expecting you.

I can't come home just yet.

Why didn't you say something?

Didn't you get my letter?

No. Not a word. And we have visitors tomorrow.

That's great. But I have a great deal of work to finish.

That's impossible because we promised to play bridge tomorrow.

Tomorrow I'll be there anyway.

Well, don't be late then!

Siti!

Women. I'm telling you, Voorneman.

If you get to be a general, don't tie yourself down to a woman.

They are one big headache.

Fortunately, I'm not yet a general.

-We hauled a lot today. -Let's go home.

We have to be more careful.

Start rotating the food supplies from one village to another.

That's what we've been doing, Tjoet Nja'.

And please take this. Maybe you need this more than we do.

Alhamdulilah.

You should stay here with Mak Tua, the cook.

If anything happens to us, you are here to carry on this fight.

You always see me as a little kid.

Gambang, learn from the experience.

When fighting the enemy, what you need is a clear mind.

I'm the one who knows where to get the money we need.

We have to share the responsibilities.

I've ordered Pang Laot to attack the enemy from the east.

And I will go to the border village from the west.

Be careful.

Don't let me be a burden.

I am so grateful that you are willing to help.

Especially that you allow me to take your grandson.

Tjoet Nja', this is such an honor for us.

To have our grandson go with you to Meulaboh,

it's such a great blessing for us.

Bring it out.

Tjoet Nja', there's a travel document that you must bring.

Because in the last few months, the Dutch started to register the residents.

We even have to report once a month.

Getting into Meulaboh won't be easy.

You will have to be extremely careful.

It's better if you take this document.

Alhamdulilah, Jalil.

As soon as the baby arrives, you return to Jambo.

Right.

I'm going now. Take care of yourselves.

I'll be sending the food supplies I get in Meulaboh to the base camp.

Have our people be ready to take them.

I've arranged everything, Tjoet Nja'.

Alhamdulilah.

Please let the baby through. This is Tjoet Nja's baby.

Over here!

Hey, come here!

What do you think you're doing?

Check their travel documents again! Work thoroughly!

Stop!

What are you hiding there?

A dagger?

What are you going to do with a dagger? You must be one of the rebels!

Check again!

Arrest this bastard!

This one too!

Him too!

What's going on here?

All men as strong as this man, arrest them!

Come here!

What do we have here?

I didn't think you would be able to pass the western post.

What's so difficult about it?

All they know is my name. Nobody knows my face.

But you forget, Tjoet Nja'. Teuku Leubeh has spies all over.

His nose and eyes are everywhere.

I heard he's here somewhere.

Let's forget him for now. Drink up first.

Tjoet Nja', we have prepared our traditional food.

Your favorite. Kerling fish.

-Prepare the food. -Yes.

The important thing is this.

-How did you get so much? -That's the Acehnese.

Once they've decided to do something, they'd pawn their grave if needed.

Besides, what's the meaning of worldly possessions?

Alhamdulilah. Just as long as we don't pawn our dignity.

And how about my other request?

The supplies of food you requested have been taken care of.

Then every two weeks, I'll send someone to fetch them.

Yes. God willing.

We will have the first lot to you on the next full moon.

About the Portuguese merchant, you just tell him when you can meet him.

But you have to be smart dealing with him.

I know how to handle him.

Habib, there's still one question you haven't answered.

Teuku Leubeh.

Tjoet Nja', forget him. He's a waste of time.

That bastard is too well-guarded.

Habib.

Leubeh.

To kill a traitor is easy.

But, Tjoet Nja', the treachery will never end.

All right.

What I know is, at the beginning of next week,

he'll be going to Kuta Raja.

Don't worry, sir.

What kind of guarantee do you ask from me?

Good. Very good.

If what you said is right, then you go along tonight.

If Tjoet Nja' Dhien is there, you'll be greatly rewarded.

But if you're wrong, you'll face the consequences.

Bang!

Everybody, get in!

Search this house!

Peace be upon you, and the mercy and blessings of Allah.

Habib Meulaboh.

What is it, sir?

This time, you can't fool me.

-I don't know what you're saying-- -Come on, Habib.

We've known each other for a long time. You know why I'm here.

For Tjoet Nja' Dhien.

Are you sure you're not in the wrong place?

Who are they?

That's my wife and that's my daughter. Have they done something wrong?

He's lying, Sir. Don't trust him. Trust me.

I saw her with my own eyes.

-Everybody, out! -Trust me. I'm sure she's here.

Habib Meulaboh, I'm sorry to have troubled you. Good evening.

Sir.

Wait a minute, sir.

For all of these, I can only give you…

forty rifles.

What I need are sixty rifles.

Tjoet Nja', you can do the math your way.

What about the risks that I have to take?

Not to mention the cost I paid to certain people to keep them quiet.

Hurry up! A soldier's coming!

-Who is it? -Don't worry. Stay calm.

He's only coming for this.

Tell your commander, the other half is next week.

Yes, sir.

Tjoet Nja'?

What's all this about?

It's only a precaution.

How long have you known me?

But people change so quickly nowadays.

What do I gain if I report you?

You going to war benefits people like me.

I know that.

Especially the Dutch officers. They must be happy.

-They can get extra income. -You're right.

It's all about politics.

If the rebellion stops,

the central government will cut back on the budget for the war immediately.

Like what happened just now.

Those officers want me to take care of their families

they must go with van Heutsz.

Why do they need to bring such a huge number of troops?

It's only for money, rank, and personal pride.

While you're fighting for your freedom,

they're fighting for better pay.

The world is full of games.

It's money, Tjoet Nja'.

Look at those people.

Either it's the Dutch or your people.

Many of them turn into traitors just for the money.

What about you?

Remember, Tjoet Nja', I'm a merchant.

Where the money lies, there is my homeland.

If a rich merchant claims sacrifice on behalf of his people,

it's a big lie.

I hate that hypocrisy.

And what about people who lie to make a bigger profit?

Enough, Tjoet Nja'.

I know what you're up to.

How many did you say earlier?

Sixty.

Sixty?

How about I make it sixty-one?

Come on, everybody! Sing!

Take your positions! Spread out!

We should attack on my order.

Don't forget. Wait for my order.

-You, over there! You, with me! -Yes, sir!

When we get to Kuta Raja, I'll suggest a promotion for all of you.

It will be an easy one.

-This should be fun. -This will be very easy.

Attack!

He's the leader!

Flank them.

They have nowhere to run now.

That's enough.

Take their belongings.

Take their rifles. Take everything that we need.

Lang Karim.

Nja'…

What kind of Acehnese are you? You disgust me!

Grab whatever you need, and then follow me.

Children of this country, arise

The holy war is calling us

Please understand, my friend. Joining the holy war is a must.

First, Shahada. Second, prayer. And third is fighting the Dutch.

Who is he, Pang Laot?

I call him Poet.

I met him on the way back from the eastern bivouac.

He's very smart. He says a lot about you in his poems.

I like his poems.

And he admires you.

We shall not fear them!

Strike them!

Strike them down!

Ouch, that hurts.

I bet Tjoet Nja' doesn't know how important time is.

Look.

With each movement of the hand, the world grows older by one second.

Those who can't abide by the hand movement are lost.

-Because time's left them. -What about you?

This little friend of mine watches over me so that I won't lose.

Gambang! Leave him alone!

Listening to him is fun because his head is always in the clouds.

You had better give me a hand. Give this laundry to Maryam.

-I'll be over later. -Okay.

Poet! What are you doing there?

Have I done something wrong?

Poet.

-Poet, give me a hand. -What is it?

Help distribute this food.

Remind Mudin to go to the hill after Asar.

Keep up the good work.

Tjoet Nja'!

We have no more than a week's supply of food. We have to find more.

Leave it to me.

I know very well every kind of Acehnese food around.

Do you know where to cook the food? In the kitchen.

Not in the clouds in the sky or in your fantasy.

Enough.

Why keep on arguing?

We all have our own tasks.

Poet, you are the witness of time.

And the food I want from you is a string of words of our journey.

But if you want to cook in the kitchen, that's fine too.

Someone else will go and look for supplies.

Tjoet Nja', this time I beg you to let me seek food in Takengon.

Be careful. I heard van Daalen is supposed to be heading that way.

Is it done?

Oh my God. Why did you let the rice burn?

Poet told me not to touch the food.

-And you listened to him? -I thought he'd be angry.

Unbelievable. Get me those leaves. Quickly.

Gambang, do you know where Poet is?

He's by the hill.

Come here. Take this.

Yes, ma'am.

Poet! Poet!

What kind of food is this? Have you seen Acehnese food this black? Look!

Masha Allah, how can this be?

Traitor. Traitor! This world is full of traitors.

All of you, look at this! How can this happen?

-What game is he playing now? -Look! My friends left me.

Who cares about your friend?

You don't appreciate Pang Laot's hard work.

I counted all the rice grains one by one with my hands.

But you counted with your fantasies.

You'd better finish all this food.

Why does it happen? And why do they keep blaming me?

Where is my fault?

When I will never be blamed again?

You need a rest.

Otherwise, your legs will get weak.

Forget about the Dutch for a moment.

How can I?

They're quite old.

Teuku Ali Baet, Pang Habib Panjang and the others.

They have joined us and are bringing their troops. More than 300 people.

Plus 50 from us to strengthen our troops.

But the Dutch army outnumbers our troops.

But we have a bigger spirit.

You're good at talking, Gambang.

Leave us alone.

Gambang.

You've grown up.

Let me see your hand.

Your hand is so soft.

As soft as my hands were when I was younger.

This hand will one day stroke your husband and children

so they can sleep peacefully.

And with this hand, too, you will wake them up.

To enable them to see the world's new day.

Gambang, as an Acehnese woman, you must also teach them

to watch over our country,

our lands and nature,

and to defend our country even if it requires their lives.

Please remember that, Gambang.

You should get some rest.

Gambang.

It seems like you're ready for a husband.

Or maybe I just long for a grandchild.

But you have married me to this fight.

A family and the struggle, both are important.

That is the principle of our inheritance.

What is it, Mother?

I'm just an ordinary woman.

Your father…

Your father…

Poet, why are you sad?

What is it, Poet?

This is the second time in my life that I've been sad.

The first time was when my friend, Kadir, died and left me alone.

Who was Kadir?

A donkey.

And you're not joking?

No one ever understands.

People think donkeys are stupid.

But throughout my life,

I've met lots of people who are more stupid than donkeys.

I know it's too weird to believe.

I have chosen a donkey to be my best friend.

Gambang, people can easily betray you. Especially these days.

People eat people.

A donkey just eats grass.

Kadir never betrayed me.

That's a true friend.

Here. Take it.

Now you can keep it for good.

Or you can give it to Tjoet Nja'.

Open it.

The beautiful tone of it is now gone.

My friend, time, has left me forever.

Look, Gambang.

It will never move again.

It's dead. And now I'm so afraid that time will leave me behind.

I don't understand you.

How can a man as smart as you are be so dependent on a machine?

What did you say?

I said you have become dependent on a machine.

While in your poem you always say,

"Man is the machine who moves the world, not the other way around."

You're right! Right! To hell with machines!

We still have the sun! The rain.

We still have the forest! The wind!

We still have the mountains!

We still have the sun. We still have the rain.

We still have water.

We still have nature!

Set it over here.

Take their picture.

Tjoet Nja'.

Every second, the land of Aceh is drenched by the blood of innocent people.

Just like what happened to our brothers and sisters in Tanah Gayo.

Smile.

Three, two, one!

I saw that tragedy with my own eyes.

I've written it all down in my memoir.

So one day, people in the world will see

that money, weapons, and Dutch authority

doesn't do anything to help people.

Tjoet Nja', many of our soldiers are ill.

And many of us have died in battle as martyrs.

But I have good news too.

We have crushed Captain Campioni and the 9th Brigade.

Campioni himself is dead.

Allah all mighty, give me your strength.

Astagfirullah.

In the end, all we do is kill.

Is that all there is?

It pains me to see a person proud of taking another's life.

That's what the Dutch want.

Don't talk like that.

Not all the Dutch are as cruel as van Daalen.

The soldiers are only tools.

Behind them and all of this is a handful of greedy people.

How much food do we have left?

There's really not much left.

The Dutch burnt the people's rice barns.

In almost every village, the infidels control the roads.

If they take everything from us…

there's one thing that I'd like to remind you.

Your faith in our battle.

Keep it up.

Poet. Where's the little boy you brought?

He's with Pang Karim.

Gambang.

I want all of you not to worry about my health.

Eat up, Agam.

If you want to be big, you have to eat a lot.

Then you can be strong like Pang Karim.

Look, if you eat a lot, you will be strong like Pang Karim.

Then you can start fighting the enemy.

Hey, you!

Eat, Agam, if you want to be strong like me.

Why is he so difficult?

"I want some footpaths leading to Jambo."

That's the order from Tjoet Nja'.

Do the best you can.

Tjoet Nja', look at this.

What is it?

I can't see very well anymore.

A mosquito. I just killed it.

Just because it took a little blood from you?

But the mosquito in the daytime is not just a mosquito.

It's still easy to kill them.

It's more difficult to kill mosquitoes that make no sound and don't bite.

But they can kill us all.

What is that?

Can't you smell something rotten around here?

I bet that rotten smell is not from a dead animal.

If it were from a dead animal, everyone could easily smell it.

It would not be as difficult as the thing I'm facing now.

These last few days,

I've been smelling something rotten from someone's heart.

You are extraordinary, Tjoet Nja'.

You touch things with feelings,

see with your thoughts,

and walk forward on confidence.

Since I've come across many dead campfires

like the one I just found, in the area not far from here.

I caught a whiff of that smell too.

But the wind came up very strong.

And that smell disappeared and genuinely seemed to be gone forever.

It all happened because the traitor hides behind a veil of innocence.

That's why they're difficult to catch.

Not as easy as killing a mosquito like you just did.

Guys, to arms!

-The Dutch are coming! -Get Tjoet Nja' to safety.

They're going to the hill. There are so many of them!

Everybody, go with Pang Laot to the north!

You go south with Pang Bintang. Udin, Ramli, come with me.

Tear the place down!

Search for weapons!

Bring her to safety.

Search for her!

-Be careful. -Watch it!

I want her found!

We were lucky to get away.

She should be fine.

I want her found! Now!

What? You can't find her? Idiot!

I don't understand.

What's a traitor's heart made of?

How could they do such a thing to us while we are suffering like this?

What do they want from me?

From time to time, it's repeating.

The defeat after defeat that we suffer,

it's all because of treachery by our own people.

Allah.

Pang Laot.

Don't feel so guilty.

This wouldn't have happened if had someone not betrayed us.

Ask your own hearts!

I've got a hunch.

Do not hide behind my clouded eyes.

My heart and my senses are not blind!

I know the traitor is with us.

Here!

-Forgive me! -Go back to your home, Fatma.

-Forgive me. -I have nothing left to give.

They bought me, Tjoet Nja'. Forgive me.

Stop it, Fatma.

They promised to release my husband and kids once they got you.

Save me from this sin.

I am willing to die by your hand.

I beg you.

Why did you do that, Nja' Bantu?

I'm sorry, Tjoet Nja'.

Bury her properly.

That's all you got?

Poet! Stop it! You're giving me a headache!

Oh, please!

What's wrong now?

Your poem can't fill our tummies!

If you didn't have any food, I'd like to see if you still sang.

Look at this! This is all we have! Look!

Nothing's wrong with eating bananas. I've seen people who ate rocks.

I've even seen people eat jewels, diamonds, farms, land, and mountains!

You don't know that!

Go ahead and eat all of that stuff! I'd rather eat bananas!

Oh, God. Please open her eyes.

I go with you, Poet!

Agam.

Agam.

I heard you want to kill the Dutch.

Then you'll have to learn to use a sword.

Pang Laot, don't kid that little boy.

Don't tell him that your sword can defeat the Dutch.

Just look at this now.

That's the difference between us.

Agam, with my poems,

I can drive the enemy out of all Aceh.

Pang Laot, I don't need a sword.

What I need is…

Maybe you're right, But remember,

many people fall asleep because of your poems.

What do you think, Agam?

Agam.

-I'm coming with you, Pang Laot. -All right.

Poor kid, you're being trapped. And he pulls my leg too.

Agam, give me that.

Watch me.

Hold this for me.

Don't do it like this.

You don't have strength if you do it like this.

Straighten your arm.

Watch me from there.

Focus your strength at the base of your arms. Watch.

Agam.

As an Acehnese,

you should have one of these.

If you find anyone who betrays this country…

use it.

Good boy.

Remember, Pang Laot.

This is what I ask from you.

Please take care of them.

Most importantly, I want them to stay healthy

and not worry too much.

Just eat your poems, Poet.

This is not for you.

She thinks I can't get the food myself.

Bantu! Nja' Bantu!

Help me.

What's wrong, Nja'?

Something's wrong with Nja'.

-My eyes. -What is it, Nja'?

Help me.

Nja'?

Nja'?

None of us…

Nja'…

…can soften her stance,

though her physical strength is draining away…

to fight against the enemy who keeps growing in numbers.

We can't fight them anymore.

We have nothing left.

And there's not much I can expect from the soldiers I have left.

Until they find and kill Tjoet Nja',

they will never stop running us into the ground.

One day, when we are getting tired…

the heathens will keep on coming.

Pang Laot.

Don't give up yet.

I still have some plans.

Remember the time when we confronted the heathens?

They thought Tjoet Nja' was in the battle

when it was actually me.

Tjoet Nja' must go on living.

What are you planning to do, Nja' Bantu?

Lieutenant! They're coming!

Take your stations! Get ready, quick!

Fall back! Fall back! Leave me on my own! Fall back!

I don't like this strategy.

How dare you play around with my feelings?

I'm not a child.

What are you afraid of?

Who told you to hide all of this from me?

Is there something else I don't know about?

Pang Laot, Pang Laot…

You should know what Nja' Bantu meant to me.

Be careful, Tjoet Nja'.

I'm fine, Agam.

-Remember that, Gambang. -I'm sorry, Mother.

I'm worried about your mother's health.

What are you thinking, Pang Laot?

The only place she can be treated is Kuta Raja.

Persuade her so I can take her there.

Pang Laot, I know my mother. Just forget about that idea.

Sooner or later, the Dutch are going to come here.

So what?

Voorneman. I received some very disappointing news.

Read this report.

It seems like the victory celebration was a little premature.

How is this possible?

That's what I actually want to know from you.

-But I gave you the proof material needed. -Of course. About the proof materials.

Those things are easy to find. Anybody could have them.

But even you were sure and convinced.

But I did ask you once again

if you were sure that the evidence was authentic.

How about Vastenou and van Vuuren? They were 100% sure too!

There's no need to mention other names,

especially when van Vuuren and Vastenou are not present.

The facts, Voorneman. The facts. Here.

The results of the investigation from our expert in Kuta Raja

tell us the real picture,

which is that Tjoet Nja' Dhien is still alive

and now is somewhere in Beutong.

Oh, really?

So I'm to blame and responsible for this when I don't know about this?

What about the other officers?

I don't think it is necessary to discuss the matter anymore.

I've spoken with van Vuuren, and he will take out a patrol soon.

And you, Voorneman.

I believe you have direct orders from General van Heutsz. Isn't that so?

In that case, I'm sure you know what to do.

We shall see.

Pang Laot! They're coming!

Pang Laot! They have crossed this area.

Head them off. Take Tjoet Nja' to the west.

Find her!

Search over there!

-Save Nja'! -Let's go!

There is no sign of her.

Darn it.

Hey, who's there?

Over here!

The only way to escape from them is by going up.

I think the Dutch have surrounded the whole area.

Put Tjoet Nja' down.

Shall we move?

There are Dutch everywhere.

Keep an eye on them. Hurry.

There are not too many of them and a young officer is leading them.

But I think it's better if we avoid them.

We'll cut them from above.

Order the men to surround them.

-Pang Laot. -Yes, Tjoet Nja'.

I want that officer alive.

Careful.

Fire!

Strike!

Don't shoot that officer!

Bring him. Bandage his wound.

Don't be afraid, young man.

If we wanted to kill you, it would be very easy for us.

But to kill is not our main aim.

What do you want from us?

"You should be ashamed of what you are doing to ruin my country."

Tell that to your commander.

Now you can go, Young man.

Hurry up.

Before I change my mind.

Let him go.

Why don't you say something? You know where Dhien is!

You bastard!

You're a coward! You're afraid of a woman!

Don't you know that you're an officer?

You shamed the name of your troop!

People like you disgust me!

Do you know who you are?

You're a traitor!

You have to pay with your life!

You still don't understand? You jerk!

You'll never succeed that way.

If you want to try, go ahead!

What a mess.

What are you doing here? Leave this place now!

Relax, son.

I know how you feel.

But we shall not forget that we are soldiers.

That means we are obliged to carry out orders from our superiors.

And I believe it's not easy to do that.

But that's how it is in the military.

Yes.

We have to carry out orders even if they're not what we want.

Now tell me.

Just between us.

I know it's all silly, but tell me.

Where was the meeting with Tjoet Nja' Dhien?

All right. Have a rest.

-How was it? Did you get something? -That boy needs a rest.

We continue tomorrow.

What a waste of time!

Continue tomorrow, huh?

You're wasting my time!

Oh my God. I don't believe this.

Is there any other way to deal with a traitor?

Have you lost your mind?

Are you going to justify this with your own feelings?

And with your personal idea of war?

It has become an obsession for you. You create a personal vendetta.

A vendetta?

I had no choice!

Do you know what would happen if I were to let this boy go?

I know that.

But still, I don't see anything positive that will come of what you've done.

With this attitude, you'll never triumph over Tjoet Nja' Dhien.

Not as a soldier, and certainly not as a person.

Easy for you to say! And the gentlemen in Kuta Raja who are busy with office work!

But I'm here in the field! I know what to do!

Lieutenant, in the report to the Kuta Raja office,

you write that the entire squad, after a brave fight, died in a trap.

And you make up the location.

What is it, Pang Laot?

If I may tell you the truth…

I don't know what we've been looking for.

Why do you say that?

I don't know what we are fighting for.

Our situation is getting worse.

-And soon, we'll be paralyzed. -I'm not afraid of that.

As long as it's not our souls.

Tjoet Nja', we have nothing left.

We are hopeless.

Laot! I never forced you to stay with me in the first place.

Tjoet Nja', be realistic.

They have us surrounded. The heathens are everywhere.

To hell with them.

I'm only afraid of the weakening faith of those around me.

It's not that I'm uncertain.

But I'm concerned about you.

Your health is getting worse, Tjoet Nja'.

What do you want?

To surrender to them?

Don't even dream about that!

Remember.

This war is a battle to prove the strength of our faith.

Keep that in mind.

-I've got lots of wood for Tjoet Nja'. -Wait a moment.

Agam, look over there.

There are many enemy soldiers there.

I am going there to kill them.

You take care of Tjoet Nja'.

Don't let her leave this place.

And don't tell anyone where I'm going. Especially Poet.

You love Tjoet Nja', don't you?

Then stay with her here until I come back.

Pang Laot, when are you coming back?

Hey, you!

Move it!

Pang Laot.

It often happens in life

that we are forced by the situation to make an important decision.

And to carry it out with awareness and self-confidence.

In the future, history will explain

this historical moment we are making now.

And the decision is in your hand.

I realize…

that in my position,

I, too, can make a decision.

I can do it.

Pang Laot. I give you my word as an officer.

Tell me.

Name the conditions that you ask for.

I hope you know…

the conditions that I'm asking for.

First, if Tjoet Nja' falls into your hands,

give her a proper place

and treat her in a manner befitting her position as a leader.

Second.

I hope, with respect,

that I can count on your honor.

Do not separate Tjoet Nja' from the land and people of Aceh.

I must never hear about her exile in the future.

That's all, Captain. I don't ask anything more of me.

Pang Laot is a traitor! Traitor!

I must hurry!

Nja', where are you?

Damn you, Pang Laot! This is your ultimate defeat.

Leave everything behind! We'll go to the west.

-Agam is gone! -Find him!

Agam!

Watch your step!

Agam!

Careful!

-Karim! -Yes, Tjoet Nja'.

We'll dig in here.

Give the order to everyone to stand ready.

I knew sooner or later that traitor will come here.

Hurry up! Don't just stand there! Build a hut for Tjoet Nja'!

Dutch!

Tjoet Nja'! Pang Laot is coming with the Dutch.

And I can't find Agam.

Forgive me.

You know better than him.

What Pang Laot has done to us must not happen again!

The weakness of our faith is our biggest enemy.

If there's anyone else whose faith has weakened like Pang Laot's,

I am letting you go right this moment!

But for those of you who want to stay with me here,

there's only one option.

Fighting on the path of Allah!

For the cause of Allah.

Let me stay here.

In the name of Allah.

This is not your place.

Then let me go with them.

It's not your time. There are other things that you must do.

Go to Tiro's family in Tangse. Tell them what has happened to us.

Let me wait for the traitor alone.

-You have to let me stay here. -I can't leave you.

Gambang, go now with Poet and Mak Yam.

That's my order as your mother and as your leader.

-Are you crazy? He's just a kid! -Pang Laot!

Back to your places. Don't panic again.

Agam, where are the others?

-Don't touch me, traitor! You betrayed us. -No, Agam! Listen! You don't understand!

Poet, raise up the Acehnese people. Let them hear your final poem.

Find her!

Find her!

Find her!

Fire!

Fire!

Stop shooting!

Ready your rifles! Fire!

Fire!

They are martyrs. And martyrs don't die.

They will live at Allah's side.

They did it to save Tjoet Nja'.

Agam, you love Tjoet Nja'.

Help me. We have to save Tjoet Nja'. Help me, Agam.

They promised to treat her. Take care of her.

It's cold.

Is everything okay, Pang Laot?

Here. Give this coat to the boy.

That's not necessary.

Agam, you know where Tjoet Nja' is.

Forgive me for coming here.

But it's my duty as an officer.

Cut Nja'…

I'm Captain Veltman.

I have been ordered to take you, and it is my duty to carry out that order.

Tjoet Nja', forgive me.

Forgive me.

Can you hear me?

I've been assigned to take you.

Agam, you wait here.

This is for the best, Cut Nja'.

Tjoet Nja'.

It's your health that forced me to do this.

Believe me, Tjoet Nja'.

They promised to take good care of you.

Don't misunderstand me.

I can't bear to see you dying this way.

-Your health… -Traitor!

Don't shoot!

-You never understood. -Tjoet Nja'!

-After so many years with me… -He is wounded

-…you should be ashamed! -That's enough, Captain!

-This is your greatest defeat. -I will stay with you!

You're a disgrace, Pang Laot.

You never understood!

Voorneman, it's time.

Arrange for our departure as soon as possible.

You Dutch!

Is this the end?

Agam, as a child of this nation, never get sad.

Never betray this country.

Don't touch me, wicked man! You're all traitors!

Don't touch me!

Let him be.

Bring them slowly and treat her with respect.