The other side of the world.
I wonder if I've gone far enough.
Perhaps it's as my father said.
"No matter how far you run,
you can never escape yourself."
This is it? There's nothing here.
It's unknown, Arthur.
Everything's here.
-Do we claim it for England? -You go on ahead, Charley.
You've wasted your inheritance, cousin.
Exactly as your father predicted.
Subu says Borneo's got Malay princes and Dayak headhunters.
Yes, precisely.
And pirates.
I should like to meet a pirate.
I wouldn't go in there alone.
If something happens,
there's no Royal Navy coming to save us.
Charley!
Unload the boat.
Charley, come on.
-Here, take this. - Whoo!
Beautiful.
Charley. Bird-wing butterfly.
Subu.
We may as well take tea here.
Yes, Tuan.
-
Put it away, Arthur.
Tribes around here are friendly.
Yes.
I can see that.
How long must one smoke the heads?
He says until the eyes melt.
We are to be brought to Prince Bedruddin,
who will decide.
Decide what, exactly?
I am Prince Makota,
the Governor of Sarawak.
And my cousin, Prince Bedruddin, the emissary of the Sultan.
Do all English lords speak the language of God?
I had a good teacher.
He said God speaks in all languages.
If only men will listen.
-When the Sultan dies... -Yeah.
...one of them will become the Sultan of Brunei.
Allow me to introduce my cousin.
Colonel Arthur Crookshank,
of Her Majesty's army.
Good afternoon.
Do you come on behalf of England?
I come on behalf of Her Majesty, Queen Victoria,
whose empire is so vast the sun never sets upon it.
Our Dayaks are simple farmers.
They have never seen a White man.
No.
But you have.
My cousin and I,
we were paid five English sailors
as tribute by Lanun raiders.
From these Englishmen, we have your words.
If you know our Quran
then you know that we must leave you now and pray.
Charmed.
Just back away.
Back away...
Don't worry, Charley.
I doubt they'll hurt us.
They think we're emissaries of the queen.
The queen doesn't know we're here.
They don't know that.
Patience, cousin.
Statecraft.
Is that what brings you here, Lord Brooke?
Statecraft?
Or empire?
Neither, Sire.
We are on a voyage of discovery, not conquest.
Then you are most welcome.
I thank you.
Might I be allowed to go upriver...
take specimens of plants and animals?
We will escort you and your lords
to the Orang Kaya's village.
I, too, grant you permission.
How long till they figure out that I'm a fraud?
I failed at school.
The army.
Even marriage.
I can only hope to make some great discovery here
that will bring credit to my family's name
in a way that my conduct in England did not.
God, this is paradise.
What's that smell, sir?
Hey, look. Hey!
Hey, look!
Lanun Raiders.
Pirates.
Protected by the rebel lords who raid our villages.
It's a plague to our country.
Well, there you have it. Pirates.
I'd like to see for myself. Let's take a closer look.
Why? There's nothing there.
Draw the birds. They're beautiful.
I beg your pardon, my prince.
Our purpose here is to see and to record.
Very well, then.
Charley.
James, look.
By that tree.
I'll get him, sir.
Got him, sir.
Charley, bring him here.
He says, "I'm not a murderer." Snake People...
Murderer. Look at his hands.
Liar.
It's all right.
Good. You caught one.
We don't know that.
He was hiding.
Of course, hiding.
We must stop this...
chaos.
Is that the word?
Yes. That's the word.
To stop this, we must take the rebel fort.
We understand your vessel has many cannons, Lord Brooke.
Enough to defend ourselves, Sire, yes.
We would like to see these cannons.
What do these smiling princes want from me?
The last time I killed for an empire,
the British left me for dead.
I should turn back, set sail.
Instead, I find myself sucked deeper upriver,
like the current truckling at roots of trees
to drown the unwary in its murk.
But I do not resist.
For here, I am a stranger, even to myself.
My Lord Brooke.
You've brought a good omen.
The bird tells them
the man with the curious white skin is a good spirit,
and not an evil one.
They don't know you like I do.
My father says, meet my sisters.
- Charley.
They're his daughters.
No, no, no. No problem.
My sisters are not yet married.
Can lie as much as they wish.
-You want? - It's Dayak custom.
His daughters can have relations with anyone,
but only before marriage.
In England, women do not lay up with men
before they marry?
Not if they get caught.
Ah. Now I know why you come to Sarawak.
My cousin, Fatima.
Entrusted to Orang Kaya as pawalian
for his loyalty to us.
A hostage.
A ward.
To raise as his daughter.
Captain James Brooke.
Allah reserves the beautiful one for a king.
But you may have anyone else you desire.
A shave, I think.
Very beautiful.
Beau-ti-ful.
Yes.
Beautiful.
Happy to meet you.
My sister Fatima says,
"Your Semingat is very strong."
Do you have many sons?
No.
Well, yes.
One.
My sister asks, where is he?
With his mother.
Ah, my Lord.
What is Semingat?
Semingat?
A king's power comes from his Semingat.
His life force.
Vitality.
Measured with wives, sons,
slaves, heads, conquests.
And all of these are Orang Kaya's?
Semingat.
You like it here, Lord James.
In truth, Sire, I am not a lord.
Well, they think you're a god.
-The bird-- -Well, you tell the bird
I'm just a traveler.
Thank you, cousin.
To begin the spear trading,
I welcome Lord Brooke with these humble gifts.
I thank Prince Makota.
But I'm afraid I have nothing to trade in return.
You're my guest.
-Arthur... -Hmm?
...give me your pistol.
My father's pistol.
On your head.
Prince Makota.
For your kindness.
One more gift.
No!
Tuan, please, do not interfere.
A great honor is being meant.
Oh, Christ! Honor be damned!
Prince Makota, I thank you.
But I would be more greatly honored
if you gave me this man's life as a gift.
You're looking for specimens?
Take this one. It's fresh.
Savages, we call them.
The White man's burden to save their souls.
I saw British mercy in India.
The army strapped prisoners to the mouths of cannon
and blew them apart.
Keeps the savages in line.
- Excuse me, Tuan.
- Come in, Subu.
Prince Makota is here.
Very well.
Bring him down.
Prince Makota.
What a pleasant surprise.
You visit us.
I repay the honor.
A good likeness, don't you think?
I think it is better to be Makota's friend than his enemy.
I like you.
So must your queen.
To give you the great guns on deck.
Oh, those are just little six-pounders.
In England,
they make it even bigger?
Oh, any size will do,
if you know how to use it well.
This I tell my wives, huh?
How do you fire the cannons?
Will it not destroy repulsive creatures?
First, you strike the specimens into the hold,
light the fuse...
and fire.
Most ingenious.
Is that the word for such a clever moving of things?
Yes.
That's the word.
If you order it,
can ingenious sailors move the cannons
to attack the rebel fort upriver, at Belidah?
Theoretically.
So it is agreed.
You will lend us your guns and bring them upriver,
most theoretically.
Bedruddin will pay you much gold.
I'm afraid no.
I'm here to study wildlife.
So you say.
That's a Brazilian wandering spider.
Quite venomous.
It climbs into bananas.
Delicious.
But it's best to think before you bite.
Lord Brooke.
Prince Makota.
So, what do White men call it when princes lie to each other?
Diplomacy.
I never said I'd do it.
Not even for your collection?
Like stars in the night.
You're learning Malay.
Charley.
Excuse my interruption, Lord.
But we have not discussed your price.
-You know my price. -Yes, yes.
Mercy. A high price...
for four cannons and three Englishmen.
Prince Makota, I want your word.
No heads.
Of course.
No heads.
Jim, you recall the most revered Madame Lim,
from our days in Singapore?
Hello, James.
Ah, Ling.
Forgive me.
Madame Lim.
I've brought your mail.
I thank you.
Arthur?
Excuse me.
I thank you for your assistance.
How did you find us way up here?
We have ears in all the islands, and eyes on all of our friends.
So, Arthur...
news from home?
A son.
We've had a son.
A son?
That must be very fine, Arthur.
She sends her regards.
I rather doubt that.
You ever think of her?
Elizabeth?
Of course.
And with greatest affection.
You'll be a wonderful father, Arthur.
Why did I lie to him?
Because I can't confess
that I never loved Elizabeth,
and was happy when Arthur married her.
The only loving thing I ever did for Liz
was to break our engagement
and run away from the scandal
of getting another woman with child.
Yes, I still think of Elizabeth.
But I pray she doesn't think of me.
Come on, Charley. Put your back into it, boy.
-Not this time. -Faster! Move ahead!
Don't let him talk to you like that.
Put your back into it, lad.
Faster, Charley.
You're catching him, Charley. That's good.
Come on, Charley.
Come on, keep paddling.
I think we've seen enough, Sire.
What?
There's something I don't like about this.
Nonsense. Rebels are noble. They won't harm their prince.
-Keep paddling. - Back oars, boys.
Back to the ship. Back oars, Charley!
It's not yours to give me orders, Captain Brooke.
Christ!
Charley, jump! Tujang, jump!
Prince Bedruddin, jump.
-No. -Jump!
-No! -You have to jump!
Aah!
Sir!
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Gentle, gentlemen. Gently.
-Like a woman you love.
You fear very little, James.
I have little to lose, Sire.
But the boy,
he had his whole life ahead of him.
I'm his prince.
He died with honor.
You think I was too proud to jump.
But that's not the reason.
I can't swim, James.
All they do is bathe.
Five times a day.
You're enjoying this, aren't you?
Yes, I am.
Do you mind?
Thank you.
I'll put the Orang Kaya in charge.
He's got fire in his belly.
We can't upset the natural order.
The princes rule here.
We're observers for the Royal Geographical Society.
With a ship and guns under a British flag.
My ship. My guns.
In India, we were careful
to not interfere in native squabbles.
Rubbish.
That's how we got India.
Charley! Fire!
Tujang, no.
We attack together.
Prince Makota! We're attacking the fort!
Where's your honor?
Is it dishonorable to be clean?
Come, my bloodthirsty Englishmen.
Rafflesia.
We call it the Devil's box.
No roots.
No leaves.
A few days of beauty, then they pass on.
-You know your plants. -I know my country.
Hmm.
You wish to be alone.
No.
I'm happy to be here.
With you.
England girls do not make you happy?
It was I that made them unhappy.
-Are you happy now? -Yes.
Because you want to lie with me?
Yes. Uh, no! I mean, what--
I'm so sorry. I-I-I didn't mean to say that.
-Forgive me. -
You are funny.
Always know what to say, but now, no.
White tiger.
Come, drink with us.
Go to them.
But careful.
I thought you Musselmen don't drink.
Oh, Dayaks do.
Chinese, too.
-It's tuak. -It's tuak?
-Tuak. -Tuak?
-Rice wine. -Mm. Good.
And only this they do together.
Come...
-Charley. -Arthur.
Just... careful. It's strong.
And thus, we rule.
It's a curious siege.
More like a ballroom dance than warfare.
They come close...
and never touch.
It's all just for show.
But for whom?
I feel I'm dancing to music yet to be written.
A tedious gavotte...
that will end only if I step up and take things in hand.
I haven't properly thanked you for saving my life.
It was my honor, prince. Have a drink.
It is forbidden.
Though...
there are worse sins.
Yes.
Cowardice.
Careful.
There's more going on here than meets the eye.
You miss very little, do you?
For a man who worked so hard
to get me to attack the fort,
Makota doesn't much want me to take it.
Think, James.
Does he really want you to win?
What does he gain?
If Makota wins this war...
the Sultan might make him Rajah of Sarawak.
And that puts him ahead of you
in line to be Sultan
when the old boy dies.
-But... -But...
Makota has to be seen
to be the general that wins the war.
Not me.
And certainly not you.
Yes.
We use you.
You use us.
The British love to play the great game,
but they never understand that we are the kings
and you are the pawns.
Except you.
You...
could be a king.
This isn't a fort.
It's a bloody refuge.
Allahu akbar!
I had him in my sights.
Brooke! Brooke! Brooke!
Makota lied to me.
These rebels aren't protecting the pirates.
They can't even protect themselves.
Why do you come here, to Sarawak?
Escaping, I suppose.
Looking for something.
So to you, we are just an escape?
James?
Careful.
He loves you.
Lord Bedruddin.
Congratulations on your victory.
Hardly a victory, Sire.
The rebels, the fort were not what I expected.
Now I see why this war has dragged on for so long.
The nobles fight Makota because he can't...
or won't protect them from pirates.
And I need someone I can trust when I am Sultan.
A White man from afar,
with ships and guns...
whom all factions can follow.
That's absurd.
I'm just a traveler.
So you keep saying, Jim.
But there's gold in Sarawak, Jim.
Coal, and all the spices your ship will carry.
I don't care about gold.
Is it true what they say?
You were shot in the heart, yet lived?
No.
It was the lung.
Better the heart.
For Semingat.
That Makota fears, most of all.
I'm not the man you think I am.
Who of us is?
Good night, Jim.
Good night, My Prince.
These are for galley slaves.
And these...
These are for my harem.
-Orang Kaya. - Yeah?
You may also take one head for each son,
and two for yourself.
Now...
-Allahu akbar! -Wait!
We had an agreement.
But I'm a Prince.
We make new agreement.
Leave your cannon, take your flag,
and leave with your head.
Makota, stop!
I insist.
You cannot insist, Englishman!
You do not rule here.
Is this your decision, Tuan?
Prince Bedruddin,
you offered me Sarawak if I defeated the rebels at the fort.
-I accept. -What are you talking about?
Sarawak is mine.
Is it?
Your love for this Englishman
will be your death...
cousin.
Ali's wives.
They do this so your virtue may rub off on his village.
A most sensible Dayak custom.
Datu Patinggi Ali thanks you for your mercy.
He paid Makota 20 pasus of rice and ten slaves in tax.
So how much more must he pay in punishment
for their rebellion?
From now on, one pasu.
One pasu is only a peck, Tuan.
Nothing.
Patinggi Ali...
what is important to me
is your friendship and your loyalty.
And there'll be no more taking of slaves.
Datu Patinggi Ali--
Datu Patinggi Ali thanks Allah for sending you
like a bird from heaven.
But he asks,
is the Rajah a bird of passage,
who now flies home to make love to his woman queen,
get more ships and guns?
Tell Ali my queen has a husband...
and the ship and guns are mine.
Still...
once the Sultan of Brunei makes you Rajah...
will you fly away?
Are you asking for him,
or for you?
You run even from a question.
Who would believe it,
to be crowned king by the Sultan of Brunei?
The greatest empire of spice islands in Asia.
Certainly not my father.
Nor anyone in England.
Certainly not myself.
He who rules the world,
the Sultan Of Brunei...
decrees the White Rajah,
James Brooke,
ruler of Sarawak.
Obey him as you obey our Sultan.
If any will contest this,
let them declare it now, or forever be silent.
Stop!
Now you must split his skull.
Do it, to be their king.
No.
I won't rule like that.
Rule?
Are you mad? We don't belong here.
But I do.
You do not rule here.
You do not rule here!
You escaped the harem.
Yes.
But not to join yours.
So you say now.
But once the mystery is gone?
With you it's just one mystery after another.
Then another...
and another...
Subu?
You must come. Quickly.
Uncle Arthur, you don't mean that, sir.
I most certainly do. Now come along.
-He needs us. You, most of all. -He needs her.
His bloody muse, or some such rot.
Where are you going, Arthur?
Home.
We're going home.
This is home.
For you and your native princess,
it may very well be.
But it's not home to me.
It's no place for Charley.
You try and civilize them, and--
Perhaps we can civilize him.
This pretending to be king is just too much.
This is where I get off.
You can't have it both ways.
You must choose.
Us...
or them.
I have.
What happens if she has a child?
You'll just run away again?
You should go now.
-Uncle Arthur. -Leave it. Leave it.
Go, Charley.
He just misses his wife, sir.
Home.
I was given a sword
to rule a kingdom larger than England.
But I have had enough of killing.
If I rule as the British do,
I'd become the man I've spent my life trying to escape.
But, Rajah,
since you do not allow us to take heads,
how can I pay for a second wife?
Surely one wife is enough for any man, Tujang.
No.
How can I have only one wife?
Perhaps you can pay her in coin?
Subu, give them two shillings.
-Pounds, then. -This is not good business.
I must unlearn
everything that I think I know.
And embrace all that I do not.
Start anew.
Build a natural utopia...
where we love all living things equally.
A case of murder in the first degree.
Bring the accused.
But what do I do when they kill each other?
I've finally found home.
A family to embrace this barefoot boy of Bengal...
who ran out his father's door
into the jungle...
to find someone who will love me
as I am.
- Rajah!
Rajah! Rajah!
-Rajah... -Tujang.
Look at this.
Carnivorous pitcher plant.
The Royal Society calls it Nepenthes Rajah.
I discovered it.
Was it not here before?
Must be the mail ship from Singapore.
Is that Master Charley, Tuan?
Spyglass.
Midshipman Brooke, now.
Let's open a bottle of wine.
We heard you jumped ship in Singapore, joined the Navy.
Yes, sir, but I got leave to come and give you the mail.
-Charley. -Good to see you.
And you.
Now, will you take a drink,
or has the Navy not corrupted you yet?
Oh, you know how it is, sir.
Beer for breakfast, grog at noon,
-wine and port for dinner. -Good lord.
I'm surprised they could find their way anywhere.
-To the crown. -
Her Majesty's or yours, Rajah?
Drink twice then.
I suppose it's all a great joke back in England.
The China merchants in Singapore don't seem to think so.
They sent you this.
Ah.
At last.
We'll use it tonight.
There's talk of a knighthood, sir.
-For what? -For making Borneo British, sir.
The French want Sarawak too, and the Dutch.
Which, of course, makes Parliament want us even more.
Ah.
The lantern goes inside.
Here, read this.
"The President of the United States
invites you to America to sign a treaty
recognizing you as Rajah of an independent Sarawak."
And there's this.
"A romantic adventurer like Lord Byron.
Ladies sleep with his cameo in their bosom."
The Dayaks will love this.
And that's a marriage proposal from Angela Coutts.
Coutts Bank.
She's the richest woman in England, sir.
Charley...
we don't need England, or America,
or Coutts bank.
You see...
I'm as rich as I can be.
Yes, sir, she's very beautiful.
Yes.
And you don't know the half of it, Charley.
She knows everything.
Dayak culture, monsoon weather.
You see...
I'm in love.
With the country, sir, or with her?
Drink twice then.
Again, Rajah. Again.
What is this, sir?
Chicken's feet, Charley.
-Chicken's feet? -It's a Chinese delicacy.
Oh...
In Singapore, Uncle Arthur made me eat a bull's...
manhood.
He said it's supposed to help, you know, in...
Don't worry.
How is Uncle Arthur?
-To Uncle Arthur. -To Uncle Arthur.
He sends his regards, sir. He said... he said,
it's supposed to help you rise to the occasion.
A message, they said.
Snake People, they've come to haunt us.
They swim up from the sea to eat us,
like ghosts with poison teeth.
Snake People?
They are Lanun Pirates.
The rest is just myth.
James. Life. Myth.
It is all one.
We can't row cannon upriver until the dry season.
I'm going to send a scout. See if he can find anything.
I feel Makota's presence behind this.
I sense his desperation...
building like a monsoon.
And he won't go to bed until he has seen them all.
Incredible.
A man you'd follow to the ends of the earth.
So did you.
And Colonel Crookshank.
Poor bastard.
I sent him to scout the Lanun.
They took his fingers.
It's Makota.
I'm to blame.
Is there anything I can do to help, sir?
The Sarawak River.
Where we stand.
Where Makota and the Lanun
are attacking the Dayaks.
In monsoon, the river runs so fast, it'll drown crocodiles.
We can't get up there without a steamship.
I was thinking you might ask the Navy for one.
I'm just a midshipman on leave, sir.
And, well, they're not quite pirates, are they?
Not in the Admiralty sense.
Not out at sea, preying on British interests.
But I am British.
You've seen what the Lanun do.
You've been to a village.
Your music's beautiful, Miss.
It's very sad.
I suppose I could ask Captain Beech
to bring his steamship from Singapore.
But why would the Royal Navy care about Borneo?
Coal.
Madame Lim's Hakka miners have been hauling it up like mad
from Labuan island all the way upriver.
And the British empire needs coaling stations.
So we ask them to chart the rivers of Sarawak
for a coaling station.
That just might work.
A steamship, you say? For Borneo?
To chart the rivers for a coaling station.
They're impassable in the monsoon.
So why not wait until the dry season?
Well, sir, there...
there's also the--
Yes, out with it, boy.
There's...
the Snake People.
The Lanun.
This is your uncle talking, yes?
There have been questions in Parliament.
Talk of an inquiry.
He's not quite the thing, is he?
I do read the London papers, you know,
as well as my orders.
And there is nothing in them about Snake People.
But they're pirates, sir,
and they're preying on British interests.
And, pray tell,
what interest has Britain in strengthening your Rajah
if Sarawak is not part of the Empire?
Well, sir, he's...
He's British.
So you want me
to take Nemesis,
the most powerful steamship on earth,
up some jungle river to fight Snake People?
The Rajah would be very grateful.
Gratitude be damned, boy.
We want his coal and his colony.
So just how badly does Brooke need our help?
Well, sir, I...
I think you should go and ask him.
Wake up, Rajah.
-
They were here.
Rajah?
Subu?
Tuan.
Tujang. Where's Tujang?
Subu, where is Tujang?
I don't know.
Tujang! Tujang!
Divides the living from the dead.
No!
I will not leave.
You said Tujang is no longer with you.
But he's here.
With me.
Tujang had a fire inside of him.
In my dreams he speaks to me.
"To have peace,
we must make war."
This is war!
God bless England.
Boarders at the rails.
Sir Edward, we are honored.
-The pleasure's ours, Brooke. -Thank you.
Charley.
With a steamship, as ordered.
Just in time. Bless you.
Crook.
Come here, cousin.
Oh! You're back.
I missed you.
And with Elizabeth.
Yes. With me.
Mrs. Crookshank, if you don't mind.
I do beg your pardon.
Mrs. Crookshank.
Is this your harem slave, James?
Do tell her to take my wrap, dear.
We have no slaves in Sarawak.
Fatima is my love.
Say, Brooke, can we get a drink,
or have you gone all Mohammedan on us?
Yes, a drink. Why not? Let's break the ice a little.
Does she speak at all?
Only to my equals.
We're going to need a lot more whisky, Charley.
Yes, sir.
To Sir Edward Beech.
Captain of the Nemesis.
The leaders of Sarawak.
I think we've met before, Sir Edward.
Yes, yes.
Well, it's a wonderful place you have, Brooke,
but we're all rather hungry.
Could you get your niggers to serve us some dinner, eh?
Of course.
Well, I have a little announcement.
In reward for his exploits
in what is to be our latest crown colony...
I am to carry Mr. Brooke to Windsor,
where he shall be invested by Her Majesty, Queen Victoria,
as a Knight Commander of the Bath.
Here's to...
Sir James Brooke, KCB.
Speech. Speech. - Yes, speech, indeed.
I thank Sir Edward for the honor.
But I can't go home with you.
Because, as you see,
I am home.
Sarawak is a sovereign nation...
that I rule...
with the blessings of its people.
Sovereign nation?
But I'm offering you...
Crookshank, talk to him.
Sir Edward, the Rajah is greatly honored by your visit,
and by your gift of your great steamship
to help us fight the Lanun Pirates.
Lanun? I'm here for coal
and to take possession of a crown colony.
You've consumed half the earth, Sir Edward.
A feast of colonies.
Surely you cannot thirst for more.
And in any case, I'm afraid,
Sarawak cannot become your colony
until the Rajah declares it so.
He has narimba.
Yes, narimba.
A Rajah's right to dispose of his country.
Rajah? Narimba?
Nonsense. If I chose,
I could destroy your fairy-tale country in a week
with the Nemesis.
And why would you want to do that
when you already have an Englishman on the throne?
What is that horrid smell?
Come along, come along.
Outside. Outside.
No.
The Rajah hasn't seen them yet.
Surely, Sir James,
you must have at least one evening
with your own kind.
Madame, they are my honored guests.
Oh, the princes, to be sure.
Now, shoo.
Mrs. Crookshank!
You are new here, and most welcome.
But I do insist you show respect.
Ladies, I believe this is our cue now.
-Englishmen and their port. -Really, Arthur.
You knew.
They brought you out here to twist my arm.
How could you, Arthur?
It's time, Jim. It's for the best.
No, it's not.
You know what things were like before I came.
And what's changed?
Headhunters, pirates, slavers.
And they'll be here long after you've gone.
You've gone broke trying to save these people, Jim.
Come home.
Marry a rich widow. Get knighted by the queen.
Let England worry about Sarawak.
So that's it?
The scheme you've cooked up with your fellows at the club?
He's gone mad, the poor bastard, he's gone native.
Bring him back to England, marry him, knight him,
and then we'll have another colony.
I'm not mad.
No.
You're just different.
We should let him think about it.
I'm going with him.
Why?
She's the one. The one you left.
I don't care about her. I love you.
They humiliated me.
I gave myself to you.
All of me.
Fatima...
please come back inside.
I can never be English.
I don't want you to be.
I just want you.
You're one of them.
You cannot run from who you are.
Fatima.
What will you do now, Rajah?
Go to bed.
I have a fever.
I think Fatima is waiting for you.
No.
She went to Lundu.
She's upset.
This comes of treating her like an Englishwoman, Jim.
A Malay wife would not have been at the table.
The Lanun will attack soon.
They have arms, boats, gold,
and Makota to lead them.
Why not let this detestable Sir Edward woo you a little?
Give England an island full of coal and fever.
Like Labuan.
A small price for a steamship, Jim.
You don't know them.
England.
The Empire.
They don't want some of you.
England devours all of you.
I was born in India.
I've seen it firsthand.
Better that than Lanun.
Kill the snake once and for all, now.
Or leave.
But you must decide.
So, what do you choose?
I choose Sarawak.
Fatima.
You.
Firelight dancing on the river.
The sound of Malay voices singing in my dreams.
All of it.
Yes.
Definitely a fever.
Good night.
Ahoy, Chinamen! Chinamen!
It's all just happening.
I can't seem to stop it.
Jim, look at me.
You're not well.
Come on.
Honestly, fireworks at this time of night?
Elizabeth, we're under attack.
-What? -You have to hide.
-You can't leave me. -I have got to find Jim. Come.
-Ridiculous. I can't-- -He needs me. The cannon.
-Come on, get in. -What am I supposed to do?
Elizabeth, I'll come for you.
You must go to James.
Tell the Rajah that my last thoughts
were of my love for him.
Here, go.
I'll come back.
Jim! The guns! Where are they?
Jim! Jim!
The guns!
Arthur?
You're back in England.
With Elizabeth.
Jim, snap to it.
The guns, man! Where are they?
Jim, the guns.
This is all Makota's doing.
I've got a pistol inside the house.
No, no, no. Jim...
Jim.
Subu! Over here!
So...
Brooke's got into some native squabble, eh?
We've got to hurry.
Oh, do sit down, Lieutenant. You look a mess.
With respect, sir, there's no time.
We've got to take the Nemesis upriver to save them.
Hmm.
Her Majesty's steamships are not for haring around the jungle.
But they're English, sir.
Sir James, the Crookshanks. Women and children.
And the Dayaks.
Do you know what the Lanun will do to them?
I am sorry for the Crookshanks,
but that's on Brooke.
As for Dayaks and Lanun,
one native's as much as another.
-Sir, I have to insist-- -No.
The Nemesis shall remain here.
We'll let them kill each other,
and then come in and pick up the pieces.
Sir, I respectfully request to go upriver
to pick up any survivors.
As you wish.
But not as the Navy. You're on your own.
I say, I'm out of bacon.
Boy.
Now, I am your Rajah.
No more English to steal our land...
to rob our coal for the Navy.
Take away our gold
so their fine women
can have shiny things in their ears
as they shoo out the niggers.
Where are your earrings now?
Get away from her.
You're mad.
I'm not mad.
-I'm a patriot. - Patriot?
-Wait till Brooke comes back. - He's here.
There's your white Rajah.
Ahoy!
Is anybody out there?
Ahoy!
Subu, Subu, portside.
-Charley. - It's me.
You're okay.
Lift him.
It's all right.
Hey, hey.
Lift him. Lift him.
Are you okay?
Tuan.
He said to say he loved you.
Elizabeth? Elizabeth?
They realized you were alive,
they took all the prisoners and left for Brunei.
Disappeared like ghosts.
Like ghosts.
We didn't pass them coming upriver.
They'll head east through the mangrove.
We can catch them if we hurry.
Sir?
Sir...
It's all my fault.
It's too dangerous.
We've got to get you home.
It was Tujang's.
You can't run from this, James.
She's right, sir. Look.
I thought I was dead.
Leaving my past behind.
Instead, it was those I loved who died.
And I have left them.
I see it clearly now.
I never needed a steamship to find Makota.
He came to me.
He was always coming to me.
Malay guards.
Makota's men.
The Lanun caught them stealing.
Makota thinks he can control them.
Lanun care only for the Lanun.
They're over there, listen, in the cove.
Let's get the Royalist.
We can anchor up beyond the reef,
in cannon range.
No.
It's too bright.
Later.
I see him...
out there alone with the Lanun.
Fighting over the spoils.
Once they devour the prisoners,
they'll fall on him like ravening beasts.
I've been living in a fantasy of my own making.
To rule the jungle, I must love the jungle.
All of it.
The beauty...
and the blood.
He's not waiting for me to kill him.
He's waiting for me to save him.
Too weak to kill. Too weak to rule.
I surrender.
Mercy.
Please. Please.
Mercy.
Please.
No! No!
And so I am ruined...
but free.
Rajah! Rajah! Rajah!
I'm not ready, sir.
You're the boy I used to be, Charley.
I'd rather be the man you are now.
No.
You don't want that.
Rajah! Rajah! Rajah! Rajah!
Rajah! Rajah! Rajah!