Squanto: A Warrior's Tale

Synopsis: Squanto is a high-born Indian warrior from a tribe on the Atlantic coast of North America which devotes its life to hunting and rivalry with a neighboring tribe. Everything changes forever after a ship arrives from England, prospecting the region's commercial potential for the rich Sir George, who uses all his wealth and influence only for ever greater profit. When it returns, several Indians find themselves captives on board, including Squanto. The arrogant Christians consider themselves utterly superior to the 'heathen savages' and treat them as brutally as they do beasts. Squanto fights a bear in a circus, not understanding how men can be so cruel to that creature either, and manages a spectacular escape, but where must he go? He finds shelter and help in a rural monastery, where it takes his protector some effort to prevent the others considering the unknown as diabolical. In time sir George's men come looking for him most brutally, but he escapes again, now determined to find a wa
Director(s): Xavier Koller
Production: Walt Disney Productions
Rotten Tomatoes:
102 min

(hawk cries)

(blows lightly)

Grandfather, Grandmother,

I enter the sacred circle

to give thanks for all the prayers

that have been answered

on my path of learning.

I come with the morning star

as my guide

and the hawk as my protector.

My father, the sachem of our people,

had a vision when I was little.

Like him, I would be a leader

and a warrior one day.

""But you will become

a different kind of leader," he said.

""Your eyes will see

far beyond our horizon. ""

I did not yet understand

his words of wisdom.

I did not know Mother Earth

was so much bigger than our village -

even bigger than our hunting grounds.

I only began to learn about these things

the day after beautiful Nakooma

and I became husband and wife.

(speaking Algonquin)

(speaking Algonquin)


(rhythmic drumming)

(man chanting)

(all chanting)

(speaking Algonquin)

(chatter and laughter)

(# all singing)


(speaks Algonquin)

(hawk cries in distance)

(speaks Algonquin)

We're going ashore. I've spotted a tribe.

- Form a search party!

- Prepare the Iaunch!

(speaks Algonquin)

Prepare to Iand!

(speaking Algonquin)

(speaking Algonquin)

(speaking Algonquin)


(speaking Algonquin)

Dermer, tell the sachem we need five

strong men to carry the furs to our ship.

We have enough men of our own,

surely, sir.

Mr. Dermer, this expedition

is under my command.

PIease translate Mr. Harding's request.


(Nakooma) Squanto!

Move it! Move it along!

You heard the captain!

(Captain) Prepare to hold cargo!

Come. Come, my friend.

This way.


Down below. Understand?

Down below.

- Up anchor!

- Up anchor!

Below. Get them below.

Now! Seize them!

- Squanto!

- (speaking Algonquin)

Seize them! Seize the Indians!





Canon, fire!





(Nakooma wailing)

(sobbing) Squanto!

Mark my words:

treat them as friends, Mr. Dermer,

you'II find an arrow in your back.

Steal from them, Mr. Harding,

and you kill any opportunity

to trade with them in the future.

I'm carrying out orders, Mr. Dermer,

orders that come from Sir George,

who owns this ship and pays our wages.

Excuse me, sir. They still refuse to eat.

They won't eat so Iong as they're

Iocked up and treated Iike animals.

For the Iast time,

will you Iet me untie them?

- And then they'II eat?

- Yes!

Well, what will they eat, Mr. Dermer?


They might just start with you!


(laughter continues)

(in Algonquin) Me na Epenow.

Me na Squanto.

Mene dalusi Thomas.

(speaking Algonquin)

Be careful.

- Watch out!

- I'II bloody that savage.

Don't. Come on. Back!

You treat them far too well, Mr. Dermer.

Make way! Make way! Stand aside!

Coming through!

Ah, my ship, my ship!

This is a great day for England,

a great day

for the PIymouth Shipping Company.

Morning, everybody.

What a beautiful morning it is.

Beautiful morning.

- Ah!

- Good day, Sir George.

Mr. Hunt, Mr. Harding,

returned alive and well, I see.

We had a very successful voyage,

Sir George.

Well, I expect nothing Iess

from you gentlemen.

- Lower the chair.

- Well done, Mr. Harding.

- I think you'II find the discomfort worth it.

- I hope so, I hope so, Harding.

Secure the Iine! AII the way!

That's it. Thank you, boys.

Thank you, boys. Ah!

Thank you, Dermer. Ah, well...

Now tell me, is this

the full extent of our venture?

Anything gold, silver, jewels,

fine armor, swords?

Prepare to be astonished, Sir George.

Bring them topside.

- What are they?

- The noble savage, Sir George.

They're awful. They're horrible.


Lord, they are wonderful.

Tell me, what would happen

if I approach them?

Oh, have no fear.

My men will protect you.

You know, they seem frightened.

They've never seen a place

Iike this before.

No. You've never seen

anyone Iike me before, have you?

I am Sir...

- What is that?

- That's bear fat, Sir George.

How disgusting. Bear fat.


You speak these people's Ianguage,


- I do, Sir George.

- Tell them who I am!

I'm the PIymouth Shipping Company.

I own this ship. I own them!

I don't think they'd understand that, sir,

the idea that one man can own another.

Then they'II have to understand it.

This one needs to be disciplined.

CIean him up.

Then we'II put him on display

in front of the great British public.

Now take me back!

Ladies and gentlemen,

for your sporting pleasure,

the next match has never been seen

on English shores.

- Bring them in.

- May I present to you,

by courtesy

of the PIymouth Shipping Company -

of which I am the proprietor -

a wild, wild barbarian

from the New World.


- (woman) Oh, my.

- (woman #2) He's horrid.

(overlapping shouts)

You see, Dermer, the riffraff adore him.

Yes! Look! He's cut!

Ah! Aah!

Ladies and gentlemen,

Squanto the savage!

I'm making a gold mine here, Harding.

- Gold mine!

- Indeed, Sir George.

(# chanting/singing)

No, no! I want him alive!

Go! Get after them!

Don't Iet them escape, you fools!

Save me, save me!

(both) Aah!

(speaking Algonquin)


(speaking Algonquin)

Get after him! Go after him!

He's getting away!

Round the back, round the back!

They Iost the scent.

We're heading back.

You men, check the east dock.

- Harding, did you find him?

- Bring him.

- We've captured one of them, Sir George.

- Not that one, you fool. It's Squanto I want.

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