Squanto: A Warrior's Tale Page #3

You won't survive

without military protection.

We have our faith,

and we are resolute in our purpose.

(laughs)

I think you'II need a Iittle more than that,

my friends.

Ah, pork pie!

Why anyone would want to Ieave

England, I'II never know.

Mr. Dermer, you're a man

of maps and charts.

Look at this map. Now, tell me,

where do you think Squanto would hide?

Well, his tribe Iived mostly by the ocean,

so I doubt very much he'd go inland.

Not near any city, certainly.

That would only terrify him.

- Ah. Mr. Harding!

- (man) Mr. Harding!

You know, you impress me, Dermer.

You seem to understand these people.

You know them.

Well, I do believe, sir,

that if we want to trade with them,

we should at Ieast try to Iearn

what we can about their culture.

- I can't think of anything more tedious.

- It's practical, Sir George.

And it's good business. Think of

all the opportunities you've missed

by stealing these men from their tribes.

You've made enemies instead of friends.

You can't conduct business with enemies.

But we're stronger than they are.

We can make them do anything

we want them to do.

You watched Squanto fight off

a whole platoon of armed men.

These are not complacent people, sir.

They're warriors.

(Daniel) Bibougest.

(Squanto) Hawk. Beautiful hawk.

My friend, my protector.

He is always with me.

You've Iearned my Ianguage far better

than I've Iearned yours, Squanto.

For me there was no choice.

Was there, maushop?

(hawk cries)

- What is it, Squanto?

- The hawk crossed our path.

He warns us.

Who are they, Squanto?

Hold up!

Up there! Follow me! Come on!

Hyah!

Go on, Squanto, hide from them.

Hey! Hey! Ha!

Ya! Ya! Faster! Ya!

What's happening, Brother Daniel?

- They've come Iooking for Squanto.

- Perhaps he belongs with the authorities.

- We mustn't tell them he's here.

- Do not ask me to Iie, Brother Daniel.

- I will not Iie.

- Then do not speak at all.

You there! You're holding property

that doesn't belong to you.

You, sir, are standing on private ground.

We know he's here, Friar.

Hand him over.

He's owned by

the PIymouth Shipping Company.

The PIymouth Shipping Company

has no business in this sanctuary.

This sanctuary, under Protestant Iaw,

has no business on English soil!

Search the place!

You, search the stables!

Tell me where he is!

This is a place of worship!

- There's nobody here...

- Get out of my way!

- This is a private monastery.

- Spare me your Iies!

PIease don't. I'm telling you the truth -

there's nothing here.

Follow me! Come on!

Tear the place apart!

- Squanto...

- Brother James.

- It's you that they're after. Stay hidden.

- They are hurting you.

It'II be worse for you if they find you,

my friend. Stay back.

AII right! What is the purpose of this?

These are our books, our manuscripts!

I'm out of patience

with that bloody Indian!

- Out of my way, monk.

- I will not.

Out of my way!

Aah!

This is a place of Iearning.

Then Iet me teach you a Iesson.

Understand? The sooner you cooperate,

the sooner we stop!

We will cooperate.

Tell me what you want.

You know what we want, Friar.

The beast.

The wild, wild Indian

who Iives Iike a filthy animal!

The savage! Where is he?

Savage? Beast?

Filthy animal?

I swear upon this holy book,

no one Iike that is here.

Out!

Move out!

(hawk cries)

You protected me, all of you.

They did this to you.

Your books. Your house.

AII this was because of me.

No, Squanto.

It was because there are some people

who bully their way through this world

with cruelty and force.

You have no weapons to stop them.

That is not how we battle our enemies.

Enemies destroy you!

Our books, our windows, yes.

But our spirits are still intact.

You do not hate the men

who did this to you?

No. We do not hate.

Hatred only Ieads to more hatred.

Brothers...

Thank you.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.

No, no, no!

Just repeat what he says, will you?

Why doesn't the savage speak?

- I think perhaps it's his dignity, sir.

- Dignity, my foot!

I want an Indian

who can sing, dance, fight...

Like Squanto, the one who got away!

His reputation has been quite special

since his escape from the bear pit, sir.

Has it really?

Tell me, when people talk

about the escape,

am I the object of public ridicule?

Of course not, sir.

Give me that, you thief!

(dogs barking)

Gold.

Gold.

In my home, Capoge...

we have gold everywhere.

Did you hear what he said?

How did he Iearn to speak Iike that?

- Did you say "gold"?

- Yes, sir.

Heave!

Ah, Mr. Dermer.

- Sir George, welcome aboard.

- Yes, thank you.

The ship is in fine shape, isn't she, sir?

She'II be ready to sail as planned.

Never been very keen on ships.

Anyway, I'm here on business.

My Indian, Epenow,

says there's gold in his country.

Opinion?

It's a vast and wondrous place, sir.

It's perfectly possible.

Do you think if I Iet him go with you,

you could Iure him or persuade him

to show you where the gold is?

Perhaps - in exchange for his freedom.

I could certainly use his help as well

to trade with his tribe again.

I'm reluctant to Iet him go

without being certain of being able

to replace him by Squanto.

- I thought you'd Iocated Squanto.

- I've Iocated him, but I haven't caught him.

We need to Iure him somehow.

What in our culture

could possibly attract Squanto?

Squanto!

Squant... Squanto!

Squanto! Squanto!

Squanto... A ship! A ship!

The market... A ship...

We've been to the market and Iearned of

a ship that's Ieaving PIymouth in 1 5 days.

- What ship?

- It's called the Half Moon.

PIymouth. PIymouth is a dangerous

place for you, Squanto.

AII we need to do is get him on board.

Daniel, there may not be another ship

for months. Years!

- What on earth is this?

- It's food, Brother Paul.

Food?

- It's as hard as a rock.

- It's been dried.

You plant it in the ground.

A great big thing Iike this?

I believe it grows into an enormous tree.

Brothers, we haven't even prayed

this evening, and you...

- Shh!

- (crackling)

- Food is speaking.

- Oh...

Food from the New World speaks, does it?

(Paul) Well, Squanto,

I doubt if you'II find many...

- Oh!

- (laughter)

English!

(man) Stay back!

English... you have no courage.

(Squanto chuckles)

Brothers... this is delicious.

It's good.

Have some. Try some now.

It's good. It's really good.

- Really?

- Try it.

It is good.

If such a place of wonder does exist...

your heart must ache to go back to it.

Brother Daniel, you have my permission

to ride to PIymouth.

You must see Squanto safely

to the ship and then return.

Now, you protect these good men

the way you watched over me.

Squanto?

You haven't been fiddling

with this flower, have you?

Well, you Iook quite a sight

in that sackcloth.

Tell me, does it make you

feel at all Iike a monk?

I'm still thinking about a woman,

Brother Paul.

Oh. I must tell you something, Squanto.

I confess it's been

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