Shogun (Shōgun)

In the year of our Lord 1598, five trader warships

left the Dutch city of Rotterdam

as the first expeditionary force

ever sent to ravage and plunder

Spanish and Portuguese possessions

in the recently discovered New World.

Protestant Holland had been at war with Catholic Spain

for more than 40 years,

with England her only ally in the struggle.

The Spanish had discovered the vast riches of the Americas,

and, legend had it, the even greater riches

of mysterious Cathay.

Both Holland and England were determined

to share in this wealth.

Only one Dutch ship survived the violent storms

and icy seas of Cape Horn

to breach the enemy's secret of the Straits of Magellan,

and finally sail into American waters...

the Erasmus.

Under the command of Pilot-Major John Blackthorne,

with only 28 men of his Dutch crew still alive,

the Erasmus ventured into the Pacific.

There, pursued and outnumbered by Spanish fleets,

her retreat cut off, this ship turned westward

and fled, alone, into the unknown.

Now, almost two years outward bound from home,

133 days from her last landfall...

How be the pilot?

I take this watch.

Where's the mate?

Dead. There's the stink of death, Pilot.

What's the course?

Wherever the wind takes us.

And where's the landfall you promised, eh?

Where's the Japans?

Ahead!

Ahead! Always ahead!

Blessed Jesus!

Damn the day I left Holland!

Get aloft, Maetsukker.

No, I'm near death, Pilot.

I'm sick.

The scurvy's taking me! I can't!

You'll get your face aloft

and stay there till you're dead,

or we make landfall!

How are you feeling, Johann?

Good enough, Pilot.

Perhaps I'll live.

At your age, most men are already dead,

so you're ahead of us all.

It's the saintly life I've lead...

that and the brandy.

Bosun's dead, Pilot.

Get the body aloft... you, and Roper, and Croocq.

Johann, take the dawn watch.

Ginsel, you're bow lookout.

Yeah.

Captain-General.

Where... where are we?

Still on course.

You and your damn course.

There is no Japans.

You... you'll kill us all.

We'll get there.

We'll make landfall.

It's a lie.

All lies, from the beginning.

God rot you, Pilot.

Reef! Reef ahead!

All hands on deck!

All hands on deck!

Pilot? Lord Jesus, help us!

Get the crew on deck!

Go on!

Get out on deck! Out!

Get aloft! Fores'ls ho!

Aloft!

Reef!

Reef ahead!

Turn, you whore from hell!

Turn! Damn you, turn!

Is this the Japans?

The Japans?

It is the Japans.

My God, it has to be.

Oh, uh...

Sorry.

Where are my boots?

Uh... boots.

Feet. Boots.

Thank you.

My name... John Blackthorne.

What's your name?

Blackthorne.

What's your name?

Onna.

Onna?

Onna. Onna.

Hai! Onna.

Can you... take me...

in your boat...

to my ship?

Hai.

You... wait here for me.

Wait here for me.

Hai.

But this is my ship.

There are papers... in my cabin.

I need them.

I... me... want to go... in there.

- Who are you? - Who are you?

I am Father Sebastio,

and you are a heretic Dutchman pirate.

How did you get here?

We were blown ashore.

What is this place, the Japans?

Yes.

The authorities know about you.

They crucify criminals and pirates here.

You're going to die.

Where's my crew?

They will die with you.

May God burn you in hellfire for all eternity.

Kasigi Omi-san wants to know

where do you come from, what's your nationality?

Who is he?

He's the samurai in charge of this village.

You'd better answer quickly.

Tell him I'm English.

I'm Pilot-Major of the Erasmus, out of Rotterdam.

Omi-san says because you are the pilot,

you may walk around the village until his master comes back.

Lord Kasigi Yabu will decide your fate.

What about my crew?

Where are they?

Omi-san says, "Do you understand?"

What's "yes" in Japanese?

Hai.

By the lot!

Jesus, Pilot! You're alive!

Where's the ship? Is she safe?

Anchored in the bay.

Where are the others?

Dead, Pilot.

Savages took them away.

Captain-General.

He can't hear you, Pilot.

All he does is lie there and moan.

He's in God's hands.

We all are.

Is it the Japans, Pilot, is it?

Aye, it is...

but there's a priest here...

a Jesuit.

Where there be one priest, there's bound to be others.

Priests and papists... they'll burn us at the stake.

The Day of Judgment approaches.

We never should've sailed here!

Are there riches, Pilot?

Is there gold?

There must be. Gold and riches...

Did you see it, Pilot?

Have you seen the gold?

No.

Well, then, maybe Roper's right!

Maybe it's only grief that brought us here.

- It's God's punishment! We... - Stop it!

We're the first ones to reach Japans,

and we'll all be rich if we keep our wits!

How?

By trading with the Devil?

It's always the Devil with you, isn't it, Jan Roper.

The Devil lives on your lips.

Look to your soul, Johann Vinck.

Will they let us back on the ship, Pilot?

Will they let us go now?

The ship is under guard.

Guards? Are the heathens aboard?

Sweet Lord, Pilot, what are we to do?

We've got to get away from here, this is the land of Satan.

Hold your tongue, man! We'll do whatever we can.

Their chief is coming soon,

then we'll get everything settled.

You think he'll let us go?

Why shouldn't he?

Done them no harm.

The way they all smile and bow...

They're not bloodthirsty heathens, are they, Pilot?

Are they?

Mmm...

Ugh! The same swill as before!

Raw fish! How do they expect us

to cook it with no fire?

He wants you, Pilot.

Maybe the chief is here.

Tell him, Pilot.

Tell him we've come in peace.

I'll do what I can.

He wants all of us.