All language subtitles for Grisse.S01E04.WEBRip.x264-ION10

(metal grate clanging)

♪ ♪

(metal gate crashing)

(mysterious music playing)

Another drink? Or is that one
too many for a quick fuck?

Mourn in your own shit then,
you moody bastard.

Man:
Two whiskeys, mon amie .

Jambu:
Speaking of shit...

What's that stink?

Expecting any
company, stranger?

I've got all
the company I need.

Man:
He's not so talkative
this evening.

If you must know,
he's taking a little rest

He's asleep.

What the fuck
are you talking about?

Where's that accent from?

A little privacy, please.
Me and my brother,

we like to drink
in peace.

He-- Oh, you're awake now.

Welcome to the land
of the livin', eh?

No?

Don't worry, we're going
to have a little drink,

as soon as this-- this
half-breed nincompoop
leaves us alone.

You call me
a fucking half-breed?

You should look
at yourself.

The difference between us
and you small-town mongrels

is that we travel the world
on the ships of the D.I.C.

out of Cape Town, Africa.

So you work for the Dutch.

I should kill you
just for that.

(gasps elsewhere)

Hello, Calypus.

Yes, we work for the Dutch
for a long time.

But, as you can see, it didn't
turn out so well for us.

More so for Calypus than me.

Drink up, Calypus.

Salut.

Ah...

Nothing like fire
in the belly, eh?

He hasn't had a drink
in a while, you know.

It makes his head better,
it preserves his skin.

I'm giving away your beauty
secrets now. Eh, Calypus?

-(man laughing)
-(gun cocking)

Who the fuck are you,
you sick son of a bitch?

I'm Kurt, and this is my
brother, Calypus.

My twin brother, Calypus.

My better-looking
twin-brother, Calypus.

-(Kurt laughing)
-I've never seen you
out here before.

-How the fuck did you get in?
-Now, why would you care?

Unless you, my friend,
want to get out.

I must tell you,
it's not such a good idea.

It's a little bit
hectic out there

with all the Dutch
soldiers in the hills.

I want you out
of my fucking bar.

You stink like shit.

You're scaring all my
customers away

with this stupid head of yours
and that stupid accent.

You understand me?

(laughing)
Aye? No, it was your idea.

I wanted to go to
the Chinese border,
cross the...

Get out!

And take that rotten
piece of shit with you.

(sighing)

Now look here, my friend.

No need for
unkind words, my dear.

My brother Calypus,
he'll not quarrel with you.

But you hurt his feelings, he's
not going to take that kindly.

You're a fucking drunkard.

What the fuck is that piece of
meat ever gonna do to me, huh?

Jump out and bite me?

Aye?

(laughing)

No, he just tolde
to kill you.

(gunshots firing)

(gun cocking)

You should know better
than to insult

those less fortunate
than you, eh?

But you'll soon find out
how hard it is to do

with a hole in your head.

-(gun cocking)
-Isha: Drop the gun,

or I shoot the jar.

He won't look the same again
after I'm done with him.

So step away.

(dramatic music playing)

Oooh, I like you.

You're sassy, my pretty.

Fancy going upstairs?

for a little threesome
with my brother, aye?

-Jambu: Fuck you!
-(Kurt laughing)

She's fucking mine!

Like that, wouldn't you,
Calypus, aye? (laughing)

(door swings open)

Maran:
Weapons down,
weapons down! Down!

Maran's Men:
-Drop 'em.
-Drop it.

I can see we
have a problem.

I had to protect
my brother's honor.

He was insulted
by this piece of cock!

There's no honor
amongst thieves,

so lay down your weapon.

Lay down your weapon,
or we will kill you.

And we'll take that jar
and throw it down the sewers,

so the rats can have it.

Yeah, good point, Calypus.

All right, lawman.
I'll drop my gun.

As long as me and my brother
can share the same cell, eh?

He's afraid of the dark.
(laughing)

(main theme playing)

(birds singing)

(groaning)

(wincing)

What happened to you?

Thank you for
looking out for me.

Chi:
When you drink water, do not
forget who dug the well.

It is me who you should
be thanking, samurai.

If it wasn't for me
and my girls nursing you,

you'd be swine shit.

Pardon me, Chi-san.

As my kind benefactor,
I will always be in your debt.

How about you start
servicing me tonight, huh?

I'm just dying to wet that
dry, fertile patch of mine.

Uh, I-- I'll do my best
to please you.

Ugh, the sound of
an ominous failure.

I don't need a boy,
I need a real man.

Anyway, we'll have
time to discuss this.

I have all the time in the world
now that you're in my debt.

So, what happened
with Dewitt?

(sighing)
I think he's testing us.

I asked for some time,

and he said we
will meet again,

but I think he's just using it
to finalize his plans.

Chi:
I heard you had a fight.

So now, you owe
Maran a debt, too.

You'd be dead if not for
that boy looking after you.

Anyway, the council will need
some answers and a plan,

and I hear we have another
damn meeting tonight.

I just need to talk
to a few people.

Trust no one, my dear.

You don't even
have to trust me,

but know that I have
full faith in you

and I throw in my lot
with your judgement.

(sighing)

I have to be a bitch
to survive in this world.

In yours, you have
harder decisions.

I don't envy you.

But know that I'll
make it a little easier.

After all, I am the bosom
of this town.

(laughing)

Dirk:
Good afternoon, sir.
Another message from Batavia.

"No further men will be sent

until Lord Van Kline
assesses the situation."

Damn those fat, grubby
worms in Batavia.

I need more men,

not a damned
Lord from Batavia.

Sir, Lord van Kline may arrive
as early as this evening.

That is quick!

The matters of the blood
seem to move far quicker

than the matters
of sovereignty.

Very well, then.

We shall prepare dinner,
during which I shall

reprise the situation
to his Lordship.

And his son's predicament.

(whistling)

Daan:
Shut up, damn you!

You sound like
a bird from Hell.

Aye?
Yeah, I know!

I know, my brother,
but a few days in here

will give us the rest
we need, eh?

Who are you talking to?

I'm talking to my brother.

Yeah, you were right, Calypus.

(laughing)

A lot of strange
people in here.

(laughing harder)

I hope we can get
some rest tonight, eh?

(laughing turns to groaning)

-(coughing, spitting)
-(vomiting)

Ah...

(mysterious music plays)

(ominous music swelling)

Soldier:
Back away.

-(rifle cocking)
-(grunting)

(ominous music intensifies)

Peace be upon you, brother.

(market bustling)

(giggling)

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to disturb you.

What are you doing here?

You took me from the gutter.

No, I mean what were you
doing here in Grisse before?

I was a mercenary.

That day in the gallows,

I saw your own men
ready to kill you.

I can't help but wonder...

if this fate that brought
us here was by design

or by fortune.

Maybe both.

(gates opening)

(dramatic music playing)

Who are these men?

They're allies.

Kalia:
They look more like assassins.

Why didn't you discuss with me
before allowing them in?

What if the Dutch sent them?

Maran:
Kal, there were decisions
that had to be made.

Please understand that.

Sultan:
You must be Kalia.

The girl warrior.

Kalia, this is Sultan Adnan.

We must show respect.

Adnan:
I've heard much about you.

Your father's name
and deeds precede you.

Adnan:
Your reputation is the talk
of the countryside.

I hear it was
hard-earned in blood.

Such an honor to meet
a warrior like you, Kalia.

Adnan:
Your sacrifice to our people
cannot go unnoticed.

And that's why I'm here.

To help.

I am grateful, Sultan.

I am Lena, counsel to
the Sultan's court.

I think it would be best
for us to talk under

a more suitable environment.

Kalia:
Very well.

I think we can have
a private conversation

without the need for arms.

Don't you agree?

We saw them kill
enemy soldiers.

They can be trusted.

With all due respect,

as a child I was told stories
about every sultan that ruled.

But I have never
heard of your name.

Lena:
You insult our Sultan's
honor, Kalia.

No, Lena.

I think we owe Kalia
an explanation.

I'm the brother of Sultan Hamid,
ruler of the middle kingdom.

-Do you know of him?
-I do.

He's a puppet of the Dutch.

My father fought against him.

Adnan:
So did I.

We were born and bred
as loyal nationalists,

but as the Dutch controlled
more, we became powerless.

We lost battles.
Men, women, children died.

People began to lose
faith in their leaders.

So one by one, sultans
in the West through the East

slowly made their own pacts
with the Dutch for peace.

Also for money.

Kalia:
And your brother decided
to make a pact with the Dutch?

Yes.

I tried to stop it.

But I failed.

In the end, I had two choices:

to be hung or be banished.

I chose the latter,

and then I escaped
with my men,

roamed until I heard
about Grisse.

I knew it was a sign.

-A sign?
-A sign of hope.

A place where heroes rise

to give our people
a real hope of freedom.

Your words are very
inspiring, Sultan,

but this is no place
for a new kingdom.

Lena:
Look around you, Kalia.

You are barely in control.

Leadership matters
in life and death.

Do you think
I lack leadership?

Kalia...

You are a hero.

You have earned
the trust of the people

and made your father's
legacy proud.

But that doesn't mean
you need to be a leader.

I can see your reluctance.

It was never your desire...

nor your calling.

Adnan:
I'll take that burden
from you, Kalia.

I was born for this
very moment.

And I'll give you a place
where heroes belong,

and your legacy will be even
greater than your father's.

Maran:
You said so yourself, Kalia.

We need all the help
we can get.

Together, we'll be stronger.

(dramatic music playing)

(piano playing)

(piano playing louder)

(discordant notes)

Wow, I have never
seen a man recover

from that dragon breath
as fast as you.

It's quite remarkable.

What's your secret, then?

I have no secrets.

I bet a silent man like you

has a loud soul
just begging to be heard.

You must have untold stories.

Maybe something you
would like to share?

I appreciate your
interest, but I'd rather
be alone with my thought.

So much for
interesting conversation.

I'm stuck here all day
with women complaining about

the state of their
poor pussies and their
wretched clients' cocks.

The shapes, the sizes,
how small, how thin,

how monstrous, how strange...

You see, I know all there is
to know about cocks.

How they work, how they bend.

How they break.

I crave conversational
diversity.

Then why be here?
Go somewhere else.

This is my home.

And these bitches,
they are my family.

Chi took me in just like you.

You're nothing like me.

Ha. Not apple to apple,
my handsome samurai.

Not quite.

But we have similar
circumstances.

I was found
in the gutter, dying.

Chi saved my life.

I used to work
for Jambu, you know.

(chuckles)

But he thought I was too...

different.

Different from his band
of half-blood mongrels.

So they abused me
and they played games with me.

What games?

It was a card game that
went wrong for Jambu.

He killed the man who won.

And because the man said that
I was his lucky charm,

Jambu turned on me.

He beat me to an inch
of my life,

he cut off my cock, and he threw
me out on the street to die.

Chi saved me,

but she couldn't do
anything about... me.

(laughing)

We all have secrets, samurai,

but some of them are just
sad and tragic stories

we'd rather forget.

You see how we share
similar circumstances?

I would interpret that
a samurai's cock

is his katana, isn't it?

And it appears that
you don't have one, too.

But I know where it is, samurai.

Mine may be lost forever,
but yours

can be returned.

(heavy breathing)

(moaning)

(Jambu grunting harder)

(moaning)

(choking)

(Isha grunting)

(gasping)

Now I have a reason
to really get rough with you.

Come closer and I'll
gut you like a fish.

-(laughing)
-Woman: Boss, there's
someone to see you!

Fuck off!
Come back later!

I'm busy.

-(gun firing)
-(man groaning)

(groaning continues)

Nice sword you
have there, samurai.

(groaning continues)

I see the piglets across
the street have taken you in.

Made a man out of you.

I've come back to get
what is mine.

You allowed me to take it,
if I can remember correctly.

You can take what is mine
when I'm dead.

You're alive,

because I decided so.

And now you fucking insult me
by coming here into my place,

in front of all my people,
making threats!

(gun cocking)

I will gladly blow
a hole in your head

just so your man has the
pleasure of skull-fucking you.

(suspenseful music swelling)

(grunting)

I don't make threats.

I don't like guns.
You don't have a sword.

So let's see who walks away.

-(yelling)
-(grunting)

(Jambu coughing)

If you get up
one more time,

I will knock you down
in front of your people.

That will add
to your shame.

I'll keep coming at you
till you kill me, you bas.

-(bone crunching)
-Ahhh!

Now you'll know what a eunuch
feels like, tough guy.

No, Wei.

It will never end.

Today, this dog is neutered.

Just bark, no more bite.

(laughing)

Chi:
Who the fuck do you
think you are?

Going out there, facing Jambu
like you have a cock, Wei?

What if something went wrong,

and our girls got
wounded or killed?

-I'm sorry, Chi.
I thought that I--
-You thought wrong.

Just because you have
samurai by your side

you think you can whisper in
his ear and get your revenge?

-I was wrong.
-Damn right you were.

Do you know why Jambu
neutered this poodle?

Because he was a thief.

He was thieving
from the gang big time,

and he needed to be
taught a lesson.

He wasn't so innocent then,
and he was lucky he lived.

I would have done
the same thing

if one of my bitches
did what he did.

Everyone's got a sad story,

a tragedy, a vendetta
in this town.

We either swallow it
or we keep it in our mouth

until it's time to spit
in someone's face.

That's how we survive.

If we let it out, these walls
have nothing to protect.

We will all be dead.

Nothing goes down
without you asking me.

I took you all in. I'm the mama
of this house, you hear me?

You fuck with me, and you'll be
out there looking at Jambu.

And he won't be so easy
to deal with no more.

That goes for all you bitches!
Now get up to bed!

Thank God for the rain.

It saved your pussies
from another bashing tonight.

We're not gonna get
any customers.

-Chi, I--
-I don't want to see
your face, Wei.

Just-- you know,
just fuck off!

Samurai...

You can stay.

You, come here.

I watched you all go into the
saloon from my bedroom window.

It was too late for me to go in,
so I just sat there and watched.

I was scared for my girls.

For Wei.

Even though I'm a hard bitch,
I still love them,

because they're my family.

So I just sat there and watched
with my heart in my mouth

until you kicked that asshole
Jambu into the streets.

No guns, no knives,
with just kicks and punches.

(laughing)

Oh, that was the best thing
I've seen in years!

I'm sorry I got
your family involved.

I'm getting older,

and the hunters,
they're getting wiser.

I can't be the only shepherd
looking after my flock.

I'd like you to help me,

which is why I'm asking you
not to leave tonight.

I never had a master, a family,
nor belonged to any clan.

-I'm better off on my own.
-This town needs you.

It needs someone like you to
balance the right and the wrong.

And right now...

-Right now too many
things are going wrong.
-This is not my fight.

It became your fight when
Kalia freed us from death.

I would have gladly had
my life end at that moment.

(laughing)
You were a stoned-out
junkie asshole.

But now-- now your
head is clear,

free from that smoky prison.

You have a path to honor.

(dramatic music playing)

You told me you owe me a debt
for saving your life.

You owe Kalia a debt too,
because she saved yours.

I urge you to honor them.

Don't run away into the night.

But I leave it to you.

I won't stop you.

(dramatic music continues)

(gasping, coughing)

Get up, get up!

Hold his hands.

-Hold him.
-No, no, no, no.

(grunting, gagging)

(coughing, groaning)

Kurt:
That's no way
to torture a prisoner.

There are more effective ways.

Completely the opposite.
We need this one alive.

This arrogant man won't eat.

Aye?

That's a good point.

He must be important if you're
trying to keep him alive, eh?

-He's the Governor.
-Be quiet and do your job.

Oh, so you're the Governor!

(Kurt laughing)

Any more words from you,
and I will hang you myself.

And that jar I will
use as a shit pot.

Threatening me, lawman?

Something my brother said?
Or something I know?

(Daan continues choking)

He's had enough.

(gasping for air)

If he speaks one more time,
shoot the jar first.

Maran:
He killed three soldiers,
just ask Bakda and Hidayat.

What are you doing here,
bar whore?

-I come to represent
Jambu, you witch.
-Kalia: Chi, please, enough.

So as I was saying, Sultan Adnan
is who he says he is.

And as much as I would
like to believe

he has our best
interests,

his entrance to this town
was too... well-timed.

Kalia, it's just
a coincidence.

Moresby:
He had more leverage outside

than being stuck
in here with us.

It's simply bad strategy.

You and your strategies.
I see a brave man

who's willing to die for
this town, and he's royalty,

so more of his followers
will come.

So because he's a man
and he's royalty,

you think he's a better
leader than Kalia?

That's not what I meant.
Kalia is our leader,

but we need to keep our minds
open to more suitable allies.

You are not invited
to this meeting.

A man has a right
to say his piece

if he's to be judged,
don't you think?

(suspenseful music playing)

And so here I am.

I've asked Kalia
to consider my offer.

You mean your offer to replace
her as the leader of Grisse?

So let's just say,
if that were to happen,

what are your plans
after that?

I agree with Kalia.

We need to buy time
while we amass a force

who, at the right time,
will attack Dewitt.

-What force are you
talking about?
-Lena: On our way here,

we sent word to every
rebel leader to send
their men to Grisse.

Grisse will then be
our symbol of freedom.

This is where the real struggle
to free our land begins.

One and united.

And with you
as ultimate ruler.

Of course, I'm
a sultan by blood.

It's what the people expect
and the Dutch hate the most.

But with you, Kalia,
and Maran by my side,

we'll take our land back,
return it to the people.

-Your father would be proud.
-You know nothing of my father

and you know even less of the
people you think you serve.

-Kalia--
-This meeting is over.

My apologies, Sultan.

She's in our way.

Don't worry, my prince.

I will clear the path for you.

How can you sit there
and stuff yourself

while my son is starving
and tortured like an animal?

Your Lordship, I've told you
time and time again,

we have a plan in action.

I will have your son
Daan with us soon.

Now, sit down, please,
and eat.

You've never had children,
have you, Major General?

You will never experience
the grief I am going through.

You have no empathy,

which is why you
are doing nothing.

I have experienced grief,
my Lord.

A deep grief that besets me
every moment of every day.

The loss of a spouse
is different.

I have entrusted the life
of my son to a drunkard!

I wonder if you would have
let your wife board that ship

knowing that the captain
was a drunkard, too.

Leave my personal matters
out of our conversation.

I should have been more vocal
in my reservations about you.

It's everyone's right
to have reservations.

You can have me court-martialed
when this is over.

I care only for my duty.

Your son Daan will be free.

At least, we can toast this
positive prospect together.

(sinister music playing)

Hey, wakey-wakey.

I see you have gotten
yourself into trouble

before proving your worth.

They say there's a reason
for everything, beautiful.

-So, who the hell are you?
-I'm the one who sent for you.

Prove it.

Do it tonight, I have taken
care of the jailers.

The path is clear.
Don't mess up again.

When did I mess up? You didn't
need to get us in here, aye?

You only needed
to get us out.

Lord Van Kline:
My boy, Daan...

What if he is dead?

He isn't.

I have told you tenfold
that the rebels know

the value of his life
and won't harm him.

So easy for you to believe

that these brutes
would keep their word.

You're a fool.

A fool am I?

Placing your incompetent son
as a Governor

and, as a consequence,
losing the town to rebels...

It is you who is the fool.

(eerie music playing)

What have you done?
You're a madman!

I'll have you hanged for this!

-(grunting)
-Wakey-wakey, Governor.
It's time to go.

No, no, no, no.
What are you doing?

Just doing what I've been
paid to do, aye?

I'm getting you out of here.
We are leaving.

Not you.
They'll send someone else.

It's only me and my brother.
He's got the brains,

I've got the legs, so you--

Keep that rotting piece
of meat away from me.

You say one more thing about
my brother, and I will cut you.

-Understand?
-(Daan laughing)

Now let's get us all
out of here. Come! Come!

You're fucking mad.
I'm not going anywhere with you

or your stinking
piece of shit brother.

(Daan laughing)

(grunting)

Fuck!

Yeah, I know it wasn't part
of the fucking plan, Calypus.

Let's get you out of here, aye?

Dewitt:
Your son Daan is alive.

This means he's alive?
Are you out of your mind?

You forget...

the lords are waiting on
my word to send more men.

You will not have it.

This failure to quell this
rebellion will be your undoing!

I will make sure of that!

I knew we should have
shipped you back to Amsterdam

along with that
whore wife of yours.

Shame about
that ship, though.

Never did make it back, did it?

What was her name?

Ah, yes...

Penelope.

Fine name for a mermaid.

Imagine the fish feeding
on her bloated carcass.

Those once loving eyes

now empty worm-filled--

(gasping for air)

Send word to Batavia,

"We were ambushed
by assassins from Grisse.

"Unfortunately, Lord Van Kline
succumbed to his injuries.

Request for more troops
immediately."

(end titles music)

♪ (DRAMATIC VIOLIN MUSIC
PLAYS) ♪

WOMAN:
We have a killer on the loose,

and someone on the inside
is provoking us.

MAN: Chi and Daan had created
something new.

Find it, and you'll be back
on equal ground with De Witt.

The path is clear, and you...
will rise.

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪