Shogun (Shôgun) (Shōgun)

- - Captain.

I was unable to take any celestial destinations

- due to... - The clouds.

Yes, the clouds.

However, white sand

by the mark ten.

Ten fathoms. White sand in the tallow.

You see what you want to see.

Well, the son of a bitch Spaniard's rutter was right

- about Magellan's Pass, was it not? - Oh, give it here.

The cursed bastard thing

is to be the death of us all.

The time has come for you to start making plans.

You have no food.

As of tonight, no water.

We'll make land.

We'll make land.

Goddamn English pilots.

You never know when to give up.

We'll reach the Japans.

Japans. Listen to yourself. That is the scurvy talking.

We'll lay claim to that dark land.

Then it's back to Holland, rich,

- having gone round the world. - Eh.

No.

No, Pilot.

Not me.

Five ships when we began.

A crew of over 500.

We are now barely a single vessel.

At my age, you draw your line.

That would be a coward's way out.

The Erasmus remains home to a dozen men

- still looking to you. - Looking to me for what?

We cannot fulfill our mission.

Don't you see, there is nothing!

All right, there you have it.

Pilot.

Pilot, it's nothing to fear.

It's a blessed release.

It's like only a soft wind in your face.

Can you feel it?

That is the breath of the Almighty.

He's calling us. Listen.

He is calling us home.

- -

- -

Move over. Can you see what they're doing?

- Come on. - I think they're towing her in.

Can you tell what they are? A-Are they Cathay?

Quiet!

It's what I've been telling you.

They're Japanese.

Well, don't all thank your good fortune at once.

We've reached it.

Portugal's secret empire in the East.

Impossible.

The orders are still on.

- What part of this is still on? - All I know

is we had Spanish ships

to the south and north of us

out of Santa Maria.

And this pilot got us through.

We can still negotiate. We have goods to trade.

Not to mention I speak fluent Portuguese.

As soon as the Portuguese tell them who we are,

we'll be hanged.

They don't know who we are because the rutters

are still locked in the captain general's quarters.

And as long as they stay that way, we are safe.

We're just merchants,

lost at sea,

looking for safe passage home.

You really think it'll work?

Here's what you're missing, the lot of you.

We've been caught alee, windless,

a speck on a current.

We've endured pestilence, known starvation.

We've chewed the calfskin covers of the ropes.

We should be corpses by now, but here we are.

12 shit-smelling...

- - ...but generally able-bodied

Protestant scoundrels

on a mission against a savage horde

and the entire goddamn, motherless,

shit-picking Portuguese fleet.

Aye.

I'd say our chances are fair.

This is not where we die.

Hello there. You the leader of these men?

My name is John Blackthorne,

and I would very much like to speak to you.

If it's agreeable, I will come up alone.

You can't. They'll kill you, Pilot.

Pilot, look at their swords.

Look out!

No, no, no, no, don't fight them.

No! No violence!

We need him alive.

You fucking savages!

Now I will come up alone and speak for my men.

You keep hold of him in case I don't come back.

Bastards!

I submit. I submit.

We are merchants.

I request we be released

to the safety of our ship.

We mean you no harm.

Omi-sama say, "Be good."

Is this the Japans?

Hai. Yes.

How do I say "I understand" in your language?

I ask for my men to be freed.

- Not possible. - I beg you.

In the name of decency.

Please, in Japan, must be good.

If this is how he treats guests,

tell this poxy little bastard I piss

on his whole damn country!

- -

Our busho, Lord of Izu, Kashigi Yabushige, he asks to know

who you are and how you came to this land.

Who are you?

A servant of God.

Your god?

First make that distinction, you papist prick.

My name is John Blackthorne.

I'm English.

Pilot of the Erasmus, a Dutch merchant vessel.

- We were blown off course two months ago. - Lies!

That is a Dutch privateer.

And you're a pirate,

come to war on a peaceful Portuguese settlement.

They don't know about us, do they?

You told them Portugal is the only flag in Europe.

Which means I am the first English sailor

to reach your Catholic treasury.

And you have no intention of translating my words.

I beg your king for parlay.

- - I humbly ask for safe passage.

Yabushige-sama says your heretic ship now

belongs to him.

You will soon be executed, as will your men.

I am not one of them!

And I will not be

spoken for by Catholics!

- Not in Europe, and certainly not in this dark land. -

Well, I'm sorry, Father.

We'll be all over this continent soon.

Go back in your sty, dick up your arse.

Please, we're just merchants!

Please!

We're just merchants! For the love of God!

Oh, please, no! No!