Squanto: A Warrior's Tale Page #5

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.

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.

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