All language subtitles for Our.Flag.Means.Death.S01E05.1080p.WEBRip.x265-RARBG

Blackbeard:
What we have here is
a medium-sized merchant craft.

You'll note,
if you look carefully,

a distinct
lack of cannons

or any other
killing devices.

So, we're gonna
go on up there,

and, uh, we're gonna
cause some havoc.

Izzy:
Crew of "Revenge,"
you are not to engage.

You are simply
here to observe
how real pirates

function in
the real world.

Uh, we are also real pirates
in the real world, so.

Quick question:
how violent do we
expect this to get?

-Blackbeard: Go, go, go!
-(intense music playing)

-(screams)
-(grunts)

(screams)

Isn't this terrifying?
Note the gusto, Lucius.

-The what?!
-The gusto!

-Why aren't you taking notes?
-Oh no!

(yells)

(jaunty tune playing)

It's been an extraordinary
few days of training
with Blackbeard's crew.

-'Scuse me, lads.
-Captain Stede: Oh, hello, Ivan.

-Lucius: Hi, Ivan.
-Hello.

Have you checked
his body yet or what?

Oh, hadn't even
occurred to me.

Lucius, write that down in
the "Useful Tips" section.

Searching bodies, wow!

Hey, also,
I call dibs on
any gold teeth.

Oh, look at that.

They waste nothing.

Who knew there was
so much to learn
about pirating?

I've made so much progress,

but the number of bad
habits I've identified is,

frankly, humbling.

-It's another keeper.
-What are you doin'?

I-I'm just looting
this library,

but I'm replacing
all the books I've looted
with ones I've already read.

Yeah, that's... that's not
how looting works, mate.

-That's a keeper.
-(book clatters)

Seriously, stop it.

Hand over the goods, dear boy,

or I'll be obliged
to unleash my vengeance...

which will be
quite unfortunate
for both of us:

the vengeancer
and the vengeancee.

No.

Oh, he's not cooperating.

How do I be more
scary than that?

You could try
a little more oomph.

Next one goes through
your fuckin' eyeball!

Now, where's the loot?!
Where's the fuckin' loot?

Captain:
(speaking French)

(inaudible)

See? Oomph.

Captain Stede:
And I like to think I've shown
him a thing or two as well.

Now, the most important
rule with cutlery...

always work your way
from the outside in

after you've dealt
with these smaller pieces
in the middle here.

-So, we've got
the caviar spoon...
-Yep.

...escargot fork, lobster fork.

-What's escargot?
-Uh, that's snail.

Mm, the French
love the snails.

-Yeah, kind of,
but more of a scoop.
-Snails.

Back to the outside,
and in we go with

-salad fork--
-I learn all of this
just to fucking eat?

Yes, oh, but it's
not just eating.
We're dining.

And remember,
dining is...

-Pageantry.
-Pageantry.

I'd love to show you
some saucier spoons,

but there appears
to be a distinct
lack of those on

this, supposedly,
first-class vessel.

My apologies.
Hadn't imagined we'd
be hosting your kind.

What kind?

What's that supposed to mean?

It means a rich donkey

is still a donkey.

A donkey?
A fucking donkey?!

(shouts):
A fucking donkey?!

Do you know
where I'm from?!

You know fucking
nothing about me, mate!

I've got more riches
than you can shake
a fucking stick at!

Just ignore him, Ed!

Don't debase yourself
for a man who

hasn't a single
tureen on board.

You're right.
No need to get riled.

-Fang...
-Fang: Yeah?

lash him to
something very heavy,
and toss him overboard.

And Fang?

Skin him first...

and use the snail fork.

(fork clatters)

Oh...

Now, where were we?

Captain Stede:
The melon spoon is, is, uh,

something I didn't
mention earlier,

which, which,
obviously...

is, uh...
is for melons.

Blackbeard's Mother:
Feel it, boy.

The Carmody Estate is
full of things like this.

Beautiful things.

Why can't we have
things like this?

Well, it's not
up to us, is it?

It's up to God.

He decides
who gets what.

We're just not
those kind of people.

We never will be.

(pensive music playing)

Captain Stede:
Edward?

-Yeah? Yeah.
-Everything all right?

I couldn't help but
notice that that captain

got under your skin.

What? No.

Okay.

His words, though...

They sounded polite,
but they stung.

Yeah... that's called
"passive aggression."

Pirates,
they attack with force.

The upper crust, they strike

with cutting remarks
disguised as politeness.

That's fucking diabolical.

-It is.
-Good day to you, fine sirs.

What do you think?
A couple of the suits

from the fancy ship
didn't have blood on them,

and weren't burned up,
so I nabbed 'em,

and I found this.

It's a invitation
to some kind of fancy party
for hoity-toity people.

Oh, well, we won't
be needing that.

Frenchie:
No? I'll burn it then.

No-- (stammering)
Hey, stop. Hang on.

-I don't care, but... yeah.
-Want to look at it?

-Very well. Let's have a look.
-Have a read.

It's addressed to
"Sir Godfrey Thornrose."

Even the name's annoying.

Oh yeah.
he's been invited
to some...

stuffy, swanky
formal affair tonight.

-Ooh, lame.
-Yeah.

-Don't wanna go to that.
-Frenchie: Yeah.

Yeah, but, I mean,
fuck I care. Whatever.

But we may as well,
maybe, just go.

Give me a chance to practice
my massive aggression.

-Passive aggression.
-Passive aggression. I know.

Well, I think you'll hate it.
It's just a whole bunch of

posh nobs hobnobbing
with other posh nobs,

drinking champagne,
and exchanging glances,

and talking
about nonsense.

Fashion, all that kind of stuff.

-Yeah.
-We're going.

What're you doing tonight?

-Nothing. No.
-Nothing? Let's do it.

(indistinct chatter)

-(shushing)
-(whispers): Shut the-- Shut up.

Black Pete:
I'm, I'm trying
to be quiet.

You good?

I'm good.

Oh, be a dear,
and make me one
of those, would ya?

No, shut up.

Get back to work now,
all of ya.

We are working...

We just took stock
of the rations.

Of the rations, yeah,
and it turns out we are...

-(knocks) good.
-Very good, actually.

-Yeah, we all heard you.
-Yeah, we love an audience.

Oh, I see.
You think you're cute?

Actually, I think
I'm just so-so,

-but I've decided to carry
myself like I'm cute.
-(laughs)

-Black Pete: Worked on me.
-(chuckles) Ooh.

(forced giggling)

Ooh, ooh, Daddy.

Daddy.

Your lot days
of lyin' around doing
fuck-all, it's through.

You're all gettin'
specific duties.

No thanks, Iggy.
I only take orders
from my Captain.

My name is Mr. Hands,
First Mate Hands,

or God, as far as
you're concerned.

And I've got just
the job for you...
bitch.

-Follow me.
-Yep, absolutely.

Come on.

...little psycho.

-Um.
-Hey!

-This was fun.
-This was so fun.

-Izzy (screams): Now!
-Yeah, okay.

(light classical music playing)

Here we are, gents.

Polite culture, ho.

Oh, bonjour.

Uh, Sir Godfrey Thornrose.

-And this is...
-Jeff... the accountant.

You know you can
pick anythin', right?

Yeah, and I like
the name Jeff,

and accounting
sounds fancy as fuck.

-All right.
-And these are...

-Oh... these are--
-You have the honor...

of addressing
the Crown Prince Azi of Egypt.

Please.

Thank you. (clears throat)
And I am his viceroy.

-Oluwande: Please.
-Please, please.

Oluwande:
What does a viceroy do?

Whatever the fuck
he wants, babe.

Oh, Gaston!

Well, here it is.
High society in all
its grotesque glory.

(high-pitched laughter)

(classical music plays)

(laughs)

If you're feeling
overwhelmed,

we can always
go back to the ship.

No. Jeff never turns
his back on a challenge.

Jeff would sooner die.

And how does one
win this interaction?

Win?

Well, I've never really--

I suppose you win
if all of these people
find you charming.

Well, what's
the first step of that?

Maybe a witty anecdote?

Something funny
that might've happened
to you at some point?

Oh, there was one time
I was gouging an eye out

of this lad's skull,
and, uh--

I'm gonna
stop you there.

It's not really
the, uh, crowd
for skull talk.

-Come on.
-Check out this heisting.

Gabriel:
Pardonne-moi.

But there is
a vicious rumor
going around

that you are...
Sir Godfrey Thornrose?

Ah, yes.
Yes, I am.

Not "the"
Sir Godfrey Thornrose?

-Guilty.
-The master phrenologist,

Sir Godfrey Thornrose?

-Are they deaf? Are you deaf?
-Indeed, I am.

-We are huge fans of your work.
-Huge fans.

-Oh.
-Would you be willing...
to... palpitate my wife?

Oh, that was fast.

Please...

This head is yours.

Gabriel:
Ah, everyone, everyone!

Sir Godfrey Thornrose

is going to palpitate
Antoinette in the parlor,

-and everyone shall watch!
-(laughs)

-(excited chatter)
-(applause)

May I just say, Prince,

you and your employee
are two of the cleanest,

most well-spoken Africans

-I have ever had
the pleasure to meet.
-Oh, wow.

-What?
-What a lovely thing to say.

If only I can get my Africans

to present with your bearing.

Stand up straight, Abshir!
Take a lesson from these two!

Now, now don't be
too hard on the lad.

Not everyone can be
the Big Dog Prince Azi here.

He's the descendant
of a fabulously
wealthy pharaoh.

Siegfried:
Ah, (speaking French)

Y-Yes... that's
correct, correct.

Unfortunately,
tragedy recently befell

-his massive fortune.
-(gasps)

Frenchie:
It's locked away
in a remote pyramid,

and I shouldn't be
saying this, should I?

-Um... no.
-I apologize, or should I?

-Yes.
-I don't know, I probably
shouldn't, should I?

-Should I? Eh?
-You-- Okay.

Ah, to hell with it.
Siegfried gets us.

So, we've a scheme
to retrieve the wealth.

-Siegfried: Mm-hm.
-But we need the right
business partner,

who, of course, stands
to become insanely wealthy.

Are you that kind of person?

(lively music playing)

Uh, so, uh, phrenology,
which is the study
of the human head.

Feeling here...

I can tell that
Antoinette is of...
Dutch descent?

-(all gasp)
-No, I'm Prussian.

Wow, I killed a Prussian once.

Excuse me?

In self-defense.

Sometimes...
a quick death's the best way
to end a bad conversation.

-(Antoinette laughs)
-(all laughing)

-This man is
absolutely hilarious!
-(laughter continues)

And fascinating.

Wait 'til you hear
about my life...
as an accountant.

(laughing)

This is far too fast.
This is far too fast.
This is far too fast...

Oh god! Oh shit!
I just tweaked my lower back.

I expect this
to be done by sunset.

I hope you know how
bad this is for my hands.

Captain Bonnet'll
have your head

if my calligraphy's
negatively impacted in any way!

This is deranged!
I don't clean things!

Oh...

-He's gone, mate.
-Oh, Fang, thank god!

Okay, can you
haul me up, please?
Come on.

Yeah, nah.
I'm supposed to watch,

and make sure you do
all this and that.

Yeah, totally.

Has anyone ever told you
you have stunning cheekbones?

-(chuckles)
Once or twice, I guess.
-Yeah?

Have you ever been sketched?

(snickers)

So, there I was...

living... as a, sort of, Godking

among the cannibals of Nuperi.

And they insisted I indulge,

-if ya get my drift.
-(all gasp)

Jeff, are you saying
you've tasted human flesh?

-Not really, no.
-Antoinette: Oh.

I did my best to get it
down without tasting it.

(all laughing)

-You're an incorrigible tease.
-What?

I actually
did eat a man.

Actually, I too,
have traveled.

-In fact, I've got an amusing
anecdote about the time--
-Oh, Thornrose,

will you never cease with
your incessant nattering?

We are trying
to hear Jeff!

Forgive him.
Forgive my friend here, okay?

Once he's palmed
your cranium a few times,

it's impossible
to shut him up.

(all laughing)

Seriously.
Half the time, I'm like,

"Oh, Godfrey, will you
stop fingering my dents,

and let's get back
to some accounting."

(all laughing)

If you ever want
to change careers,

you can finger
my dents anytime.

(all laughing)

This is everything
I have on me.

My people thank you
for your investment.

With any luck
this little...

pyramid scheme
of ours will make

-us all very wealthy.
-(giggling)

But remember,
you must be discreet.

Okay?
Tell no one
of our pact.

All right?

Absolutely.

-Mum's the word, Prince.
-(gives a blessing)

-Go away. Keep your receipt.
-(giggling)

(whispers):
How are you
so good at this?

I know
a thing or two
about this lot.

(Abshir clears throat)

I can see what
you are doing.

Honestly...
it was all his idea.

We're not, we're not,
we're not even royalty,

so we could just leave.
We can swim--

Or...

perhaps,
I can arrange
an office...

so that Your Grace
can better...
conduct your affairs.

Businessman.

I don't know what
you're talkin' about.
These people are great.

They seem that way
at first, don't they?

Aw, lighten up.
You're just sore 'cause
they like me more than you.

It's a fickle crowd.
Trust me.

Will you play us
something, Jeff?

I'm not very musical, love.

Plus, I only know shanties,
which are probably

a little beneath the fancy
britches crowd like you.

Oh, no!
We love a good shanty.

Oh! I'll see what we
can come up with.

Uh, I don't know.
Maybe, uh, this.

-(runs down keys)
-Oh, come on.

(cheery music playing)

-Oh, I like to dance!
-(cheers and laughter)

♪ ♪

(gibberish)

How's our barnacle
project comin'?

I'm gonna kill that twat.

Fang:
I've never had anyone take
interest in my form before.

Well, you've never met
anyone worth a damn, then.

Ahh, yer just bein' nice.

Hey, guys.
Uh, the boss is
lookin' for you.

What, Blackbeard's back?
Oh shit!

Oh, no, no, no.
It's that little...
angry fecker, Izzy.

Izzy the Spewer?
Let him look.

Izzy the Spewer?
What's that about?

Captain left him in charge once,

and we were in choppy seas,

and he spewed everywhere,

and he shit himself, too.

I mean, lots of shit.
(laughs)

That's not
a bad likeness.

You've really captured
somethin' there.

I'm just recording
what's there.

What the fuck?!

(quiet chatter)

Melon.

Snail.

Snail fork.

Oh goodie.

Jeff's seated
next to me.
(chuckles)

-Yes, goodie.
-Oh.

-(clinks)
-Ooh! (laughs)

(all laughing)

(cork pops, laughter continues)

(quiet chatter)

What's all this about?

I'm really not
at liberty to say.

Prince Azi
wouldn't like it.

We appreciate your offer,
but, uh--

Oh, please, I beg of you!
You must let me invest!

I'm sorry the Prince
doesn't know what
you're talking about.

Don't toy with this man.

He's clearly
quite sophisticated.

Please, I would love
to have you assist us.

Oh, thank you,
Prince.

Just, em...

give us everything
valuable on you,
and, eh, you are in.

Be quick, please.

Business is, you know...

-Your receipt, sir.
-Thank you.

-(knocks on door)
-Thank you.

There's a Steve
asking for you?

-It's Stede, actually.
-Yeah, tell him we'll
meet him outside.

-Hey, guys, what's
going on in here?
-Frenchie: Nothing.

Take... okay.

No, I know,
I know them.

I know them.
I'm, I'm the Captain.

Hi!

...and I simply
wouldn't be caught

dead in Paris
past Spring.

-Would you, Jeff?
Would you summer in Paris?
-Hm?

Uh...

Sure, why not?

Why, Jeff, you have
such an interesting
manner of eating.

-(chuckles) Thank you, mate.
-Mm-hm.

(all chuckling)

Hang on.
That's, that's
passive aggression.

Whatever do
you mean, Jeff?

You're doing it again.

Stop that.
I know what you're doing.

-It's not clever!
-What's not clever?

I don't know if you have
a problem with something
that we are doing.

(all gasp)

You have any idea who I am?

I will kill every
last one of you.

How will you do that,
Jeff the Accountant?

-By boring us to death?
-(all laughing)

Or maybe he'll
remove our heads

with teaspoons, or--
Oh, escargot tongs!

(all laughing)

Stede was right!
You're all fuckin' fickle!
All of you!

(all laughing)

Captain Stede:
I was never very
good at these things.

Yeah,
from my experience...

these things are meant
to make you feel like
a bit of a jackass.

I was in service for a minute
so I know the lay of the land,

and trust me, servants,
they see everything.

This lot?

They're not so fancy.

Get the fuck outta my way.

-You all right, mate?
-I think I wanna go now.

-Captain Stede: What?
-What'd they do to you, man?

Did something
happen over dinner?

Uh, yeah, well,
uh, I don't know.

Um, I used escargot tongs

and a melon spoon
to eat a fucking prawn!

-Oh god. No!
-Oh, they are such
dicks about spoons.

-Why would you?
-I don't know, I panicked.

And then, they laughed at me.

-Nobody laughs at me.
-Captain Stede:
Edward, put that away!

I'm serious!
Stand down now!

You're in over your head.

These are my people.
I'll deal with it.

You're gonna swab
the deck... twice.

Then patch the mainsail,
oil and rewick the cannons,

then stack the munitions,

and by the time
you've done all that,

I'll have several
more chores for you.

And what if I don't?
You're not my captain.

I could spill all your beans.

You've been a proper little
seductress, haven't you?

Black Pete, Fang.
Who else is there?

-Hey, Pete?
-Yeah, love?

-I drew Fang naked.
-(laughs) Nice.

He's drawn most of us.

See?
We don't own each other.

Dizzy Izzy.

Or is it...
Izzy the Spewer?

It'd be a shame
if the entire crew
learned about

that nickname,
wouldn't it?

Go now.

Have you ever
been sketched?

Fuck off.

(laughs)
Oh! Yes.

That was hot.

(indistinct chatter)

Ah, look, it's
the Head Toucher.

And where is your friend,
Monsieur Prawn?

-(all laughing)
-Clever.

Hey, I've noticed that we
have yet to play a game.

So I'd like to propose one
called "Stark Revelations."

Pff, it sounds
absolutely pedestrian.

I'm already so bored
I could die.

Well, I thought
you might say that.

It might be a little
over this room's head.

It is more
of a Parisian game,
after all.

I'll have you know that
we are as sophisticated

as any Parisian
you would ever know.

We will play your
dreadful little thingy.

-What are the rules?
-Mm.

Well, it's quite simple.
I ask a question,

and if you can't answer,
I get a point.

If you can answer,
all of you get a point.

So, let me understand.
It is you versus all of us?

(all laughing)

Exactly...
Let us begin.

-Now, ah, Sebastian--
-Ohh.

have you ever had
a child out of wedlock?

Named, say... Daphne?

-(all gasp)
-Eugenia, isn't that
the name of your child?

(all laughing)

Score one for me!

Now, ah yes, Siegfried.

I hear you're
struggling financially?

Piffle! Patently false.

Maybe because you've
been embezzling from

your business partner
for the past...

-eight months?
-(all gasp)

Gabriel:
I didn't know people
still embezzled.

-How grubby.
-I know, just inherit it
like a normal person.

-Gabriel? Antoinette?
-Both: Mmm.

You've both been married
for some time, haven't you?

-Yes, for many years.
-We're deliriously happy.

Tell me, how did you two meet?

-We met at a, a ball.
-A picnic.

You see, I think you
might have met at birth.

Seeing as how you're
actually siblings!

-(all gasp)
-That is inane!

Go fuck yourself,
Thornrose.

Oh, please, we've all
suspected for years.

-And I told you he was a crook!
-So what if I am?

I don't need
your money anymore.

I'm going to be richer
than all of you!

-I own half a pyramid.
-I own half a pyramid.

I own half a pyramid, too!

Give me those!

-(grunts)
-That is for shagging
my Eugenia!

Told you.
We see everything.

You weren't wrong,
Frenchie, Olu.

-Thanks for the info, Abshir.
-It was my pleasure.

-(glass shatters)
-(retching)

Why should our love
be forbidden?

Because you're
my fucking brother, Gabriel!
It's disgusting!

-Fuck is goin' on in here?
-Now they are truly worthless!

What the hell did
you do to 'em?

(all shouting)

Passive aggression.

(distant shouting)

When you cut loose,
you really cut loose.

Thanks.

Hey, what'd you do
with our earnings?

I reinvested them...
wisely.

So, what are we going
to do with all this money?

I don't know.
Sharpen the con a bit.

We'll say,
"I'm a Nigerian Prince

in terrible need
of assistance." Ha!

(light music playing)

We're just not
those kind of people.

We never will be.

I'm sorry tonight
was a bit of a bust.

No, no, mate,
you were right.

-Wasn't ready.
-I don't know.

I think you're
very sophisticated.

-Thank you.
-Well, that's a lovely piece
of silk you have there.

Oh, this tatty old thing?

Well, sometimes
the old things are
the best things.

May I?

There we go.

Look at that.

You wear fine things well.

(scoffs)

(soft chuckle)

♪ ♪

-Okay.
-Yep.

-Night night.
-Night night.

♪ ♪

What in God's name
is emblazoned on it?

Admiral:
I believe it is a cat,
your Highness.

And why is there blood
all over the thing? Ecch.

Admiral:
It is the blood
of your officers.

They were brutalized
aboard the vessel,

and slain, in the case
of brave Captain Badminton...

(crew yelling)

my dear twin brother.

He was your twin?
Didn't he have lots more hair?

I don't know.
I suppose.

Not something I paid
much attention to.

Yes, well, horrible business,
Admiral Badminton.

Full force of the English Navy
is at your disposal.

(sniffs)

Your Grace.

On my honor,
I'll ride these "Cat Bandits"
straight into hell.

(tense music playing)

♪ ♪