Squanto: A Warrior's Tale Page #2

to be found.

I'm tired of hearing "No, no, no, no"!

I want to hear "yes" for a change!

- Do you understand, Mr. Harding?

- Yes.

A naked Indian

with hair down to the ground

and a necklace

made of shells and feathers

disappears into a civilized city

and all the well-paid and well-trained

military men can't find him?

It's not a needle in the haystack -

it's a haystack!

There are some of us who think

he must have drowned in the great storm.

Well, I don't accept your theory.

I don't Iike it either.

(cries)

I want my Indian!

I made promises to London.

Sir George, you have the other savage.

He is very popular with the crowds.

I don't want popular! I want sensational!

Squanto was sensational.

He could sing. He could fight!

The public were clamoring

for him to come.

You know... I'm a businessman.

You know that, don't you?

Oh, yes, yes.

I've invested in that Indian.

I want him back.

Continue the search. I don't care

if you have to go as far as Scotland.

- I want my Squanto! Find him!

- Yes, Sir George.

Maushop.

Maushop.

Come. Come.

Come here.

Maushop... that. Is that maushop?

Maushop... horse.

- Horse...

- Yes. Let me show you.

Horse. Come.

You see?

Touch him.

Don't be afraid. Touch him.

Horse. No, no, no.

He won't hurt you.

Don't be afraid. Touch him.

Maushop... horse.

We ride the horse.

Here. Let me show you.

See? I'm holding him gently. Gently.

You see?

Come on. You try.

(laughs)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hold this.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Kick him. Give him a kick.

Give him a Iittle kick.

A Iittle more. That's it.

- Horse. Horse.

- Horse.

- (Daniel) Horse.

- He's quite good.

Well, he's not as good as we are, but he's...

There you go.

- Horse.

- Horse. Yes, you said it.

Horse.

Horse!

Oh, no. Come back!

You see what you get for your trust,

Brother Daniel?

He's a horse thief!

(horse neighs)

Aah!

Brothers! Brothers!

He's coming back!

Brothers! He's coming back!

Horse!

- Well done.

- (laughter/applause)

You see, Squanto? These are all books.

Book.

- Book.

- Yes.

Horse. Book.

Excellent.

Horse. Book.

I happen to be a man who has read

far too many books.

My head is full of all kinds of nonsense,

but I Iove books.

I Iove everything about them.

Let me show you. This is my favorite.

The Odyssey.

Second favorite.

Lightly. Gently, gently.

Yes.

You see?

Isn't it beautiful?

Nakooma.

Nakooma? This one?

Nakooma.

That is your word for "woman"?

"Nakooma."

That is his word for "woman."

Let me show you.

I'm going to teach you my Ianguage,

Squanto.

And Iearn yours if I can.

If I can discover where in this vast world

you've come from,

perhaps I can help you to go home.

- Nakooma.

- Nakooma.

- Woman.

- Woman.

- Fishing net.

- That's right. Fishing net.

(# humming)

- Brother Timothy.

- Brother Paul? Brother Paul...

What are you wearing on your feet?

Hm?

Oh, uh... footwear.

- Show me this footwear.

- Cheese?

Brother Timothy, I said

show me this footwear!

Squanto made them.

They're extremely comfortable.

Brother Timothy, you did not join

this monastery to be comfortable!

There will be comfort enough

in the Iife to come.

Yes, Brother Paul.

This is a cloister!

We have secluded ourselves here

to worship,

not to be distracted by visitors!

Oh!

Hey, Brother Paul!

Brother Daniel!

We are forgetting our purpose here,

Brother Daniel.

There's nothing sinful in this.

Your pagan friend has disrupted

our quiet Iife.

- (men shouting)

- It's time he Ieft.

- Oh, he can't Ieave.

- Why not?

- He's still recovering from his injuries.

- Oh, indeed.

Well, I'm not a doctor, Brother Daniel,

but it would appear

that he is fully recovered.

But he's Iearning from us, Brother Paul,

and we are Iearning from him.

He's beginning to speak

and observe our ways.

Is it not our duty to bring Iight

into the darkness?

(man) Oh! Oh! Ohh!

- (laughter)

- Oh!

- Do you see this flower?

- Yes.

It is a pink Mandevilla.

When it blooms,

its petals are Iike a trumpet.

But it's not blooming

because it is a gift from our brothers

in a monastery in Spain.

- You see? You cannot uproot a flower...

- (thunder)

and plant it in a place

where it does not belong!

But Squanto has nowhere to go.

He's Iost, and from what he's told me,

I believe he's come

from the New World.

- Poppycock! I'II never believe it.

- (men cheering)

There is no New World.

There is only this world.

And this world, Brother Daniel,

is not round. It is flat!

- Oh, Brother...

- FIat!

Whatever you believe,

Squanto came to our country by ship.

Winter is upon us.

No ships will sail before spring.

Will you deny him shelter, Brother Paul?

Come.

(Squanto chanting)

(all chanting)

Heavenly Father!

Heavenly Father...

we thank thee

for these and all thy mercies.

Amen.

(Squanto speaking Algonquin)

- What is that word?

- Kissuulk.

- It is the name of Squanto's god.

- (men) Oh...

Ah. And what exactly

is the function of this... god?

Squanto, tell us about Kissuulk.

He is the Creator.

(men) Ah.

Tell me, Squanto, this mysterious Iand

that you come from -

you must miss it after all this time.

Yes, Brother Paul.

I miss my family, my people...

And Nakooma.

Nakooma is the name

of Squanto's bride.

Bride? You are married, Squanto?

Yes, Brother Paul.

(laughter)

Where are the women of your tribe?

We have no women, Squanto.

We have devoted our Iives to God.

Your tribe will die with no women.

(Brother Paul)

Squanto, we are not a tribe.

I would never join a tribe

with no women.

- (laughter)

- We are not a tribe.

I Ioved Nakooma

when we were children.

I miss her.

I was so fortunate

to be with the brothers,

who taught me their language,

their ways and values.

But as the seasons passed,

I got restless.

Nakooma was visiting me

in my dreams,

and I saw tears in her eyes.

I had to be with my people again soon,

or my heart would die.

(hawk cries)

For months we've been searching for him.

He must have drowned, Sir George.

It's the only explanation.

That's a convenient explanation.

If he's dead, I want proof.

- If not, keep on Iooking for him.

- Sir George, Iook at my men.

The weather's been fierce.

They've been frostbitten!

We've Iost two horses!

You Iose your position if you fail me,

Harding. You hear me?

Your status, your income,

your reputation, your future.

This is PIymouth! I own PIymouth!

Yes, Sir George.

Who are you?

Sir George, my name is William

Bradford, and this is Dr. Samuel Fuller.

- Puritans.

- In search of religious freedom.

Several of us would Iike

to book passage on one of your ships.

I have no objection to taking fanatics

Iike you over the sea,

but I must warn you of one thing,

gentlemen:

I don't deal in shillings, I deal in pounds.

- We have very Iittle, I'm afraid.

- Then you're wasting my valuable time.

- Mr. Dermer.

- Sir.

You're wasting your own time, too,

gentlemen.

The New World is no place

for men of peace.

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