Squanto: A Warrior's Tale Page #2

I'm afraid he's still at Iarge

for the moment.

This man's injured.

He needs a physician.

You still see them as human beings,

Dermer, that's your problem.

Look, Harding, find him! I don't care

how many men it takes - find Squanto.

Yes, Sir George.

What is that?

Brother Daniel!

What is it, Brother Daniel?

He doesn't Iook Iike an Englishman.

You see? You see?

We found him on the beach.

He's not dressed Iike an Englishman.

Careful, brothers. Back!

This is not a part of God's creation.

He's a kind of devil, I suspect.

Devil...

Brother Paul, this is no evil beast.

Not evil, perhaps,

but a beast nonetheless.

Nonsense. Only so Iong as

we treat him Iike a beast.

What are you suggesting?

That he stay in here and eat with us?

I'm suggesting

we do not judge this fellow.

We show him the kindness

we would show any stranger.

And we discover who he is.

Come on, sit! Let us say grace.

- Heavenly Father...

- (men) Heavenly Father...

(all)..we thank thee

for these and all thy mercies...

(# humming)

(goat bleating)

Brothers! Brothers!

Brothers, come quickly!

James! Brother Paul! Daniel!

Outside! He's outside!

Let him be, brothers. Let him be.

We have no hold on him here.

Brother Daniel!

Go, my friend. You are free!

He won't get far.

He's injured. He's weak.

He's the Devil, Brother Paul.

You said so yourself.

Come, brothers.

Come along.

(bird cry)

(cries like hawk)

What's he doing?

(Squanto continues calling)

A miracle.

BIasphemy! That's not a miracle.

Give way! Make way!

There"s no trace of the savage

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.

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