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WILLIAM BREWSTER: A reign of liberality,

O God Thou didst thou shake.

A reign of liberality, O God Thou didst Thou thou shake.

WILLIAM BREWSTER: (FADING OUT) Thy heritage Thou didst--

MUSIC PLAYING

Thy heritage Thou didst confirm when it was wearied.

Thy heritage Thou didst confirm when it was wearied.

In Thy goodness, O God, for them, Thou poor afflicted hour.

In Thy goodness, O God, for them, Thou poor afflicted hour.

May God bless you all and may you

find peace in strength, amen.

[music playing]

It pleases me to be able to tell you that we have finally

found a ship to join the speedwell on our long desired

voyage to America.

TOGETHER: Amen.

Amen.

Amen.

She is the Mayflower of London, commanded

by Captain Christopher Jones.

Who's making the arrangements, Elder Brewster?

Mr. Martin, who represents over 70 backers of our venture.

[groaning]

I know that Mr. Martin can be a difficult man.

Difficult is a milder description

of that hog-jowled pirate than I would use.

No matter.

The die is cast.

And with whatever doubts and fears

we might harbor in our souls, we sail in three days

upon the Mayflower of London.

What protection shall we have against the savages

we've heard so much about?

We've contracted the captain Myles Standish

to handle our defenses.

Fear not the savages of the new world,

but the savages here in our very own England,

who only last month took an honest man, cut off his ears,

slit his nose, and branded his forehead with a white-hot iron.

His punishment for printing a book.

SOLDIERS: Over there.

That's where they are.

[music playing]

They've come!

The king's soldiers are here.

[inaudible]

All right, come quickly and quietly.

Come quickly and quietly.

Hurry.

Break it down.

There you go, quickly and quietly.

[inaudible]

Up there, men.

There is something you must promise

me before we're separated.

Must [inaudible] that I be the one bringing

our congregation's departure.

I don't understand.

The king's men search for me through the land.

Should they forbid the Mayflower to sail

until I'm handed over to them-- promise me you'll do just that.

I couldn't do that.

It would mean the gallows for you.

[music playing]

Stop him!

Mr. Martin.

Captain.

Bennett, isn't it?

Aye, sir.

George Bennett.

I sailed with you to Norway four years ago.

Yes, and raped the dockmaster's daughter, as I recall.

I take sir, I never ask.

It's a point of honor.

You're a brutal heathen of a man, Bennett,

but a fine sailor.

Otherwise I wouldn't spit upon you.

Good morning.

I'm Captain Christopher Jones.

Benjamin White, boatswain.

I see-- oh, Giles Heale, ship's doctor.

I see some of you will have sailed with me before.

You will remember my Mayflower as a sweet ship.

After this voyage, she will be a sweet ship no longer,

because this time I'm not running taffeta and satins

from Hamburg or hats and [inaudible] to Norway,

or wine and cognac from France.

No, when this voyage is over and done, the Mayflower will stink

and you will stink with her.

Sir, may we know the cargo and the destination?

Yes.

The cargo is pilgrims, and the destination is America.

Church people, sir?

That's right, Bennett.

Church people, Bible thumpers, and psalm singers.

Doesn't it make you wish to vomit?

I went to sea to escape such men as them.

Men, Bennett?

Did I say men?

Men, women, and children.

Why could we not have been told this before we signed on?

Why?

Because had you known it, you would not have signed on.

You would have run the length of England to escape it.

I needed a good crew.

I have a good crew.

I'll not part of it.

I'll not sail with a cargo of puke stockings.

Every man of you will abide by the rules and regulations

of an English ship at sea, the first and most important being

that I command and you obey.

Deck is yours, boatswain.

Aye aye, sir.

When will your passengers come aboard, sir?

Tomorrow morning-- if his majesty

doesn't grab them first.

[music playing]

W-- will you pick it up, please, and put it on top?

What is it?

Garden seeds.

Kind a garden seeds?

Beans.

The puke stocking is a bean farmer,

a bloody psalm-singing, God-fearing, puke stocking

bean farmer going to America.

[laughter]

How intelligent can we be, I wonder, to trust our lives

to those that hate us so?

MAN: Any sign of Brewster?

MAN: They're never going to fit everything on that ship.

Doug, can you give me a hand with that trunk?

Oh, of course.

[coughs]

How you feelin', Rose?

Fine, Myles.

Fine.

Take the trunk on board now, then I'll come back for you.

This is John Alden, [inaudible].

ROSE: Pleased to meet you, Mr. Alden.

Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Standish.

[woman laughing]

What a lovely warm package for a long winter's night.

Weren't you a [inaudible], Myles?

Yes.

Yes, I certainly am.

Captain Reynolds of the Stillwell coming aboard, sir.

Is your ship riding at the ready, Captain Reynolds?

Aye.

But why are His Majesty's troops present?

Because his majesty is fond of visiting

harassment upon those of his subjects who displease him.

You haven't been forbidden to sail?

No, not yet.

Now here.

We will hold firm on the 42nd parallel

and drive the New World in the straightest line possible.

--[chuckles] I'm thankful you've not chosen the Columbus course.

I wouldn't dream of it, sir.

Columbus sailed exactly 1,000 miles out of his way.

He had no idea where he was going.

He didn't know where he was when he got there.

He had no idea where on earth he had been when he came home.

[chuckles]

So captain, have you ever sailed to America?

Oh, years ago, with cargo supplies

to the Jamestown colony.

I haven't.

For years now I've wanted to.

You see, when I think of the New World,

I always think of the old maps.

Old maps, huh?

Yes.

You see, when the map makers didn't

know what lay beyond the horizon,

they used to print legend, "here there be dragons."

--[chuckles] And there never were dragons.

Wrong, captain.

There always were, and there always are.

[goats crying]

Oh, there you are, child.

Hello.

How d'you do, John Alden?

You know my name?

Your expression when you looked at me on the dock was strange.

I-- I did not mean it so.

I was fearful.

Fearful of me?

Fearful that you're afflicted by some infirmity of heart.

I'm relieved to know that you're not.

If I was afflicted, it was only by your grace and beauty.

[laughter]

Might I know your name?

Priscilla Mullins.

Give me a hand here Alden, will you?

All married men without wives, as well as

unmarried men and grown boys will be

quartered together [inaudible].

Unmarried girls will be in the aft section.

All others will go to the hole.

Captain, there are 18 married couples.

Yes?

What I mean to say is they'll be wanting some privacy.

Yeah.

They may have their privacy in America, Mr. Mullins,

after the savages have eaten their meat

and gnawed their bones.

There is none to be had on the Mayflower.

Some of them only been married a brief time.

Self-denial is a virtue sir-- even,

I imagine, for a Christian.

But should any of your newly married couples

suddenly discover themselves to be

in a fit of uncontrollable passion,

they may feel free to crawl beneath a blanket

or a piece of sail cloth.

Anything else, Mr. Mullins?

Two of my women are pregnant.

Will there be a doctor on board?

Mr. Mullins, please, let us understand one another.

I care not a whit about your women and their problems.

I'm being paid to sail the lot of you to the New World.

That is all I'm being paid for, and that is my only interest.

My doctor happens to be a ship's doctor,

and all he knows about babies is where they come from and why.

If the women go into labor--

Then you had best find a midwife

among your women, Mr. Mullins.

Very well.

Here's your passenger list.

It numbers 92.

92 plus a crew on a ship 90 feet long.

And you speak of privacy.

[laughs]

Step carefully, Elizabeth.

You carry precious cargo.

Uh, Stephen Hopkins, sir.

My wife, Elizabeth, the child is daughter, Demaris.

You're assigned to the hole, Hopkins.

Right.

I'm Christopher Martin, this is my wife, Marie.

You're assigned to the hole.

The hole, indeed.

I represent the merchant backers of this venture, sir,

over 70 prominent business, without whom

there would be no venture.

To the hole, sir.

I am elected governor of these people

and therefore require more comfortable accommodations

than a ship's filthy hole.

You will go to the hole and that's the end of it.

Now move on or get off.

Hmm.

Captain Myles Standish, guard to the colony's defenses.

My wife, Rose.

To the hole.

[coughs]

Dr. Heale?

Sir.

Follow them to the hole, find out what ails that woman.

If it's contagious, I want her off my ship.

Aye aye, sir.

MAN: Push that group over this way, please.

Careful now.

Excuse me, I think this market is ours.

Hmm.

How long has your wife been ill?

Several years.

Her illness is not contagious.

[coughs]

Your wife shouldn't make this voyage, Mr. Standish.

It's gonna be wet and cold.

He's right, Rose.

Doctor, I wanted to leave her at home,

but she wouldn't hear of it.

I'm a soldier, you see.

Since our marriage, I've been away from Rose

more often than I've been with her.

What was I to do, doctor?

[coughing]

What am I to do?

Well, keep her as warm as possible

and give her as much nourishment as she can take.

[music playing]

Any sign of him?

No matter.

He's about that ship, I know he is.

Search it, every inch of it.

Under what pretext do you board my ship, sir? [inaudible]

I'm empowered by His Majesty, James I, to search your vessel.

Show me your passenger list.

Is that an order or a request?

--[chickles] You may call it a request captain,

if it pleases you.

It's fine.

Who might you be searching for?

The criminal separatist, William Brewster,

who persists in preaching sedition

and writing tracts and pamphlets against the royal will.

Well, sir, you will not find that name

on that passenger list.

And I will have you know that I am

a loyal subject, unaccustomed to traffic with criminals.

His name may not be listed sir, but his woman's name is.

Mary Brewster-- where is she?

If she's not on deck, she's in the hole.

And how is your health on this fine day, Mrs. Brewster?

Where might the elder William Brewster be?

In his grave.

You lie.

My husband died.

I buried his poor body and commended

his harassed soul to God.

You lie.

Show me where your goods are.

Are these your goods?

Give me the key.

Search everywhere!

What you say is true.

What?

I lied.

'Tis a sin to lie.

My husband's not dead.

You will telling me, then, where he is,

and God will forgive you.

My husband is a cruel man.

Yes.

He beat me.

Humiliated me in unspeakable ways.

Yes, yes.

I left him.

Then tell me where I might find him

and punish him, for your sake.

I left him in Holland.

I left him in Holland.

You lie again.

Everything people say and preach and think is built

upon lies, lies and deceit.

You would have me believe, would you,

that your shepherd is sending his flock to the New World

without him?

I know he's aboard this ship.

What you say if I told you now that not one of you

will sail until he has been given to me?

You separatists.

You are proud without learning, presumptuous without authority,

zealous without knowledge, and holy without religion.

We are merely poor, God-fearing people.

You are dangerous and malicious hypocrites,

and England is well rid of the lot of you.

You must remain below deck until we have sailed, William.

The King's men have left the ship,

but they are still watching us and there may yet be trouble.

(WHISPERING) Go, then.

And give our people God's blessings before they sail.

How long will this take, Mr. White?

I must not miss the tide.

I can't really say, sir.

I never been in a church.

On this day we are trusting in our Lord

as we never have before, trusting him to guide us

with his hand on that wild ocean,

trusting him to protect us with his wing on that far shore,

trusting him to bring us together in that new world

called America.

Let us praise him in our hearts and souls,

for he is our only hope and our only salvation.

Amen.

ALL: Amen.

Is that it, Mr. White?

Is that the end?

(SIGHS) It would appear so, sir.

His brevity's commendable.

We cast off.

(SHOUTING) Cast off, you deck apes!

[music playing]

Hoist the [inaudible].

Shake out the four course.

Shake out the four course.

Loose the main gaskets.

Loose your main gaskets.

(SINGING) In Amsterdam there lived a maid.

She was the mistress of her trade.

ALL: A rovin', a rovin', since rovin's been my ruin,

I'll go no more a rovin' with you fair maid.

Her hair was black, her skin was white.

She slept all day and worked all night.

ALL: a rovin', a rovin', since rovin's been my ruin.

I'll go no more a rovin' with you fair maid.

She'll do a dance for half a crown.

For three times more her skirts come down.

ALL: a rovin', a rovin', since rovin's been my ruin.

I'll go no more a rovin' with you fair maid.

I placed my hand upon her knee.

Say she, "young man, you're gettin' free!"

ALL: a rovin', a rovin', since rovin's been my ruin.

I'll go no more a rovin' with you fair made.

I placed my hand upon her thigh.

Says she, "Young man, you're rather high."

ALL: A rovin', a rovin', since rovin's been my ruin.

I'll go no more a rovin' with you fair maid.

[music playing]

Row her hard to port.

Row her hard to port.

Mariners, stand by your gear.

Every quartermaster to his own station.

[inaudible]

[men heaving]

[cough]

Hello, Priscilla.

I was sorry we could not talk longer yesterday.

I was sorry, too.

'Tis going to be a long voyage.

Yes, they say it is.

And an arduous one.

I do not know very many of these people.

Packed so closely together, I daresay you could know all

of them by this time tomorrow.

I do not think I would fancy knowing them all.

Only a few.

You sound as if you've already selected those people.

There is one I should like to know better,

particularly if there's not one she already

favors above all others.

I know not who you mean.

But if that was so, could you not be her friend?

But not so full of heart as otherwise.

May I talk with you again?

Ay, John Alden.

You may feel free to talk to me at any time.

[laughter]

And to the lot of you, bloody puke stockings,

keep your snot-nosed, snivelling rats out of our way on deck.

We're mariners, not nannies.

[coughing]

The baby will arrive within a month.

[laughs] It kicks.

'Tis the movement of a miracle.

Indeed, it is.

Time for sleep now.

When you were with child, did it frighten you to know

you had a living being in you?

No, it made me joyful because it was a gift from God.

But not knowing whether it was male or female,

or what its mind and temper might be when it arrived?

Not knowing whether it would live happily or unhappily?

A woman's duty is to give it birth and sustain

it until it becomes its own man or woman and charts

its own life.

I'd like to ask you many things.

Ask me.

I confess I don't know how.

There are things that make me blush.

Being a woman is a confusing thing, isn't it?

--[laughs] Yes, but a most pleasurable thing also.

I must go to my quarters now.

Good night, Mrs. Brewster.

Good night, dear.

I doubt there are half a dozen men on board who've ever fired

a musket, much less a canon.

I'd welcome another soldier or two.

But they couldn't afford it.

[coughing]

I'm going to find you a nurse, Rose.

I'll be fine, Myles.

And we do not know these people.

I'll go to him it was that hired me, Mr. Cushman.

He may know of someone.

If I must have a nurse, Myles, go first to that young girl.

What young girl?

The one who was just here.

She has a lovely, helped countenance.

I would like to know her.

Hmm.

[chattering]

[knocking]

Enter.

On behalf of our congregation, I want to thank you,

captain, for undertaking this voyage.

Who are you, sir?

William Brewster, sir, elder of the latent church.

We had much difficulty finding vessels

and masters willing to sail to America so late in the year.

William Brewster, object of the search

now being connected by every sheriff and bailiff

the crown can muster?

That same one.

How did you get aboard my ship?

The important thing to me and to our cause

is that I am on board.

Well, the important thing to me, Mr. Brewster,

is that I not lose my ship and my livelihood

because of the likes of you.

May I sit down?

--[laughs] You board my ship without my knowledge.

You place my life and limb in direst jeopardy

and you ask me to sit down?

I am aboard your ship, sir, because my own life

was in direst jeopardy.

I don't believe you quite understand, Mr. Brewster.

Do you have any idea of what the king could do to me

if he discovers you aboard my--

You need not shout.

This is my ship and these are my quarters,

and I will bloody well scream if I choose to.

I have remained out of sight until we were well underway.

Now you can either accept my presence

with a modicum of Christian charity

or have me fed to the fish.

Let it be understood now, Mr. Brewster, I accepted

this voyage for two reasons.

One was the money, and two, I have long wanted to see

the New World before I retire.

I hold no affection for you separatists on board my ship.

You are cargo, and that is all you are.

Now, if it were not for the fact that we are already

one week out to sea, I would not hesitate

to turn this ship around and deliver you to the king myself.

We will pray for your immortal soul, Captain Jones.

Get out of here.

Go on, get out.

John.

What is her name?

Her?

The young lass with the lovely green eyes,

the one I saw you with?

Priscilla Mullins, if she is the one you mean.

Will you introduce me?

Why?

Why what?

Why do you want me to introduce you to her?

You have a woman.

I have none.

It's nothing like that, [inaudible].

My wife needs a nurse.

But why Priscilla Mullins in particular?

What can I tell you, lad?

My wife asked for her in particular.

Who knows a woman's mind?

Tomorrow morning, then.

[inaudible], John.

Tomorrow morning, right after musket drill.

After what?

Musket drill.

Must be someone to stand off the savages besides myself.

Are you convinced the savages in America

will be hostile to us?

What could a savage in America be towards what's not hostile?

It's their land.

They haven't invited us.

Tomorrow morning.

The people's faith and trust is the only real strength

that any leader has.

--[grunts] What concerns me most is that I know no

more about the future than all of these

who sail with me and do it.

Yes, but they believe in you.

I am not a nag or a complainer, William.

I want to say that first of all.

But you've come to nag me with complaints.

I have.

And I admit it.

And it's uncommon behavior on my part.

My complaint is Christopher Martin, that merchant's swine

whom of authority have elected governor

of the for no sane reason that I can fathom.

Not only does he treat all our bounty

with disdain and contempt, well, he's

taken twice the space he needs.

I'm not surprised.

Mr. Martin is a most disagreeable man.

You've make yourself quite comfortable,

haven't you, Mr. Martin?

You call this comfortable?

None of our other people have taken so much space

out of consideration for their fellow passengers.

What has that to do with me?

You can make the voyage in half the space you've taken.

But I won't.

We have our birds, our cats.

I was elected governor of the people on this ship, sir,

by virtue of the fact that I helped raise the funds to float

her, more than 7,000 pounds, more than all the wealth

of your peasants combined.

Therefore, I think it fitting that I should have more space.

Will you not prevail upon your husband to change

his mind, Mrs. Martin?

My husband and I are of one mind, Mr. Brewster.

We never argue.

Never, Mrs. Martin?

Never.

I heartily congratulate you.

Most marriages are not so blessed with such tranquility.

Ready-- aim-- fire!

[guns firing]

[birds squawking]

At rest.

What is your name?

[coughs] Steve Hopkins.

What is your problem?

I have shown you a dozen times how to use this musket.

I'm not comfortable with muskets.

A musket is not for comfort, Mr. Hopkins.

A musket is not for liking or loving.

A musket is to be cared for like a lady in hell, like a whore.

A musket is for using.

So fetish a little more interest, would you?

Your family's life may depend upon it.

All right.

Once again.

Remove the match from the serpentine with the left hand.

Left, left hand and hold it between the fingers.

[laughter]

Fit the thumb and forefinger of the same hand.

Hold the barrel upright and pour your charge

powder down the musket--

[laughter]

You're going to continue this for as long

as this voyage lasts, until I am confident that you

can shoot an enemy before he dies laughing.

[laughter]

What is it like in the New World, Mr. Brewster?

Oh, they say it's a fine, fair, beautiful land, Joseph.

A land of rivers and forests without end.

Be there devils in the New World?

Oh no.

There only be devils in the hearts of men.

Shall we live there forever.

If God so wills it.

Should we die there?

Well, we must all die somewhere,

for dying is a part of living.

Ms. Mullins?

Ms. Priscilla Mullins, I should like to present

Captain Myles Standish.

Miles is in command of our county's militia.

How d'you do, Captain Standish?

Aye, pleased to make your acquaintance, Ms. Mullins.

Please to make your acquaintance.

I-- I've never known a military man.

I can remedy that in short order,

if granted the opportunity.

Would you care to join our drill tomorrow, Ms. Mullins?

Surely you jest, Captain Standish.

Surely I do.

It would be a crime against nature to place

a musket in hands like yours.

Now John here, on the other hand,

is perfectly suited for handling a musket.

Right, lad?

I dislike firearms, Myles.

I dislike violence in any form.

Oh, come now, John.

I know you're hear as our cooper,

but even the most beautifully made wine barrel in the world

would a little to protect our women.

Was there not some question, Myles, that you

want to ask Miss Mullins?

Something about your wife?

Are you in pain, Captain Standish?

Uh-- no.

I'm fine.

Fine, Miss Mullins.

Better than fine, one might say.

I asked John to introduce us because my wife is ill.

Her name is Rose and she's needing a nurse.

Captain Standish, are you asking me to attend your wife?

That was my intention, but I confess I don't know how.

Lead me to her.

You mean you will?

How could I say no?

Helping others is Jesus' own example.

[music playing]

[knocking]

Enter.

Well thank you.

It grows colder by the day, sir.

Yes, it's the Arctic winds.

Nurses pick that this last week will have

proved to have been our best.

Thank you, Mr. White.

Aye, sir.

Good night.

Night, sir.

You have had your allotted quart, have you not, sir?

I'm thirsty.

I want another quart.

Sir, the rule is one quart per day, per passenger.

Young man, I'm Christopher Martin, the elected governor

of this vessel, governor of yourself, for that matter,

and I'm thirsty.

Sir, the rule must be adhered to if our provisions are

to last.

Sir, the rule is one quart per day, per person.

And do not ever lay your hands on me again.

What is your name?

His name is John Alden.

More importantly, my name is Myles Standish.

Now that is a friend of mine.

What do you mean by more importantly?

It's just a figure of speech, John.

Just a figure of speech.

You're not dangerous enough, John.

People respect a dangerous man-- especially women.

You're are talking of Priscilla Mullins, are you not?

Did I mention a name?

[music playing]

You have problems, captain?

I have something more than a mere problem.

A certain breather came roaring down upon us now.

We'd go to the bottom with all hands.

Mr.

Brewster?

Care to join us?

Well?

What is it?

I've been on the pumps.

They're barely keeping even.

You have leaks?

None that we can detect.

What we have, sir, is water, the general weakness of the ship.

What weakness do you speak of, sir?

The "Speedwell" was reconditioned

in Holland at great expense.

That was before I became her master.

Her new masts are too large for running in this heavy swell.

They work the ship and her strained timbers

open ever wider and wider.

What you propose?

Well, being of sound mind and having no wish to drown,

I propose to abandon this voyage and return to England.

What say you?

The speedwell is the cornerstone of our plans.

She was to stay with us.

Without her, there's no hope of fishing profits,

no way to get messages back to England to return the sick.

Without the speedwell, our isolation in America

will be complete.

Captain?

Oh, I've said all I have to say.

Just my opinion, there's no hope whatever of the speedwell

reaching America.

In fact, we'll be lucky if she stays afloat for the two

week sail back to England.

I tell you, sir.

We were assured of her soundness.

And so you were dealing with either an idiot or a thief.

If what Captain Reynolds tells us is true-- and I'm certain

it is-- only a fool would attempt

to sail the Atlantic in a ship that is so wet and so weak.

Would you attempt to complete the voyage alone, Captain?

I have confidence in my ship, in my crew, in myself.

It is not the Mayflower that is in question now, Mr. Brewster.

It is her passengers-- more particularly, their degree

of confidence and courage.

Those of us here, as well as those of us on the speedwell,

must make a decision.

If we continue on, we will be completely

isolated with what one holds.

And that hope will be that our one small candle

on that forbidding shore might-- in the name

of our God in heaven-- light a 1,000 lamps of freedom.

God in his infinite wisdom has seen fit to test us once again.

Captain Jones and Captain Reynolds wait your decision.

How many, might his stresses be, O, God?

How many might his stresses be, O, God?

But thou a shield about me art, O God.

[singing]

How many that do rise up against me.

How many that do rise up against me.

I to Jehovah with my voice call it.

I to Jehovah with my voice call it.

You have your answer, Captain Jones.

In truth, I expected no other.

[singing]

We continue on.

Even so, there may be those among us

who wish to return to England.

This will be the only opportunity they will have.

Those aboard the Speedwell who wish to continue the journey

will change places with those of us who wish to return.

Consider carefully and let me know your wishes.

I promise, I will take the first passage

I can find in the coming year, and we

will meet again in America.

Robert, the King thirsts for your blood

as much as he does mine.

Let there be no further argument, William.

It was not me they were searching

for aboard this ship at dock.

Without you, there would be no voyage.

For it is you our people look to and follow.

And it is upon your presence that their survival

will depend.

I'm sorry.

I am truly sorry that any must return.

I never question the will of God.

And neither do you.

Are you leaving us, Mr. Cushman?

The Speedwell will have to be sold again,

and her accounts settled with our backers.

Then, too, those who are returning

will have to be seen safely home.

I see.

I see.

I thought perhaps it was the Atlantic

that didn't agree with you.

Truthfully, sir, it is yourself that does not agree with me.

Make ready to cast off!

You've lost 13 from the Mayflower, William,

and gained 23 from the Speedwell.

One more and we sink.

You're it, you're it!

You're it!

Am I the only one here not deaf?

Stop it.

Stop it, do you hear?

By damned, I'm on from midnight to 4:00,

and by damned, I need my sleep!

If I hear so much as another whisper,

I'll throw you overboard, all of you.

Aye, the children mean no harm.

We've been at sea for two weeks now.

There's so little for them to do and so little room to do it in!

I'll throw you over too, to the hungry fishes!

I think not.

Quiet, children.

You see, the mariners who have deck duty at night

must have their sleep.

So perhaps it would be better if you found somewhere else

on deck to play for right now.

Go on and try to be less noisy.

Go on!

Captain, could you prevail upon your sailors

to give up their profanity for the duration of the voyage?

My men are profane, Mr. Brewster.

Profanity is their natural speech.

Their lewd and foul language is upsetting to our congregation.

I bloody well tremble for your congregation.

Sir!

Are you asking that my men's speech be limited, restricted?

That is precisely what I'm asking.

Mr. Brewster, my men go to sea for many of the same reasons

that you and your people are going to America.

One of these reasons is the freedom to think, and speak,

and believe as they please.

Yet you ask me to impose upon them exactly what you

yourself are in flight from.

Unrestricted freedom is chaos.

Unrestricted freedom is Sodom and Gomorrah.

Ah, yes, Mr. Brewster.

That is true enough.

But the restriction of freedom should rightfully

begin with actions, not words.

Punish the man who murders, not the man

who merely threatens it.

You see, the answer lies in plum pudding, Mr. Brewster.

Plum pudding, Captain?

Plum pudding.

I have threatened to murder my own wife,

but I am pleased to report that she's

plump, rosy-cheeked, happy, insofar

as a woman can know happiness, and in excellent health.

I will no doubt threaten to murder her again,

for she does the prepare the most horrid and testable plum

pudding in all of England.

Why do you study me so, Mrs. Standish?

There's a fine, rare character in your face, Miss Mullins.

Your is a face that even a woman feels glad to dwell upon.

Do you enjoy being a woman?

How am I to answer?

I've no other feeling to compare with it.

I like myself for what I am, and I'm happy for how I feel.

Our elders teach, "tis better to give than to receive."

But I do so like to receive.

Receiving is also a way of giving, isn't it?

For giving and receiving is the heart's commerce

between those who love.

You have answered my question, Miss Mullins.

Truly, you have.

We were surrounded by enemies.

We were outmanned and outgunned.

There was rain, and mud, and lightning, and thunder.

And the enemy was massing to attack us in strength

the following morning.

And our backs were to the river.

But how did you ever escape?

I'm coming to that, Priscilla.

Now, there was tremendous thunder

and lightning, not to mention the sound of enemy artillery.

How did we escape?

Under cover of noise.

See, we had with us a company of wood cutters.

So I put them to work chopping trees in the forest.

And under cover of darkness and noise,

we floated away on logs down the river.

Now, you imagine the enemy's surprise the next morning,

when he found not a man of us waiting to be slaughtered.

Excuse me.

He's telling the stories of the many battles

he's fought in foreign lands.

That must be entertaining.

Yes, it is, quite entertaining.

Have you always been a soldier?

Aye, and always will be.

Why, my life--

Mr. Brewster requires your presence aft, Myles.

In a moment, sir.

JOHN: There seemed to be some urgency.

Duty calls, ladies.

Excuse me.

I hope we will hear more of your wonderful stories

before this voyage ends, Captain Standish.

Aye, lass, that you will.

I have tales enough to last this voyage and more.

Never much fancied being interrupted, John.

Especially when performing for the ladies.

Oh, so that's it?

You're jealous. -Jealous?

No.

But I do not like the spectacle you

make of yourself, telling outlandish stories

of your heroism.

John, do you have any idea how many women I had known before I

settled down with Rose?

I cannot admit to having very much interest in this subject.

The length and breadth of England,

Scotland, Ireland, Wales, Holland, Denmark, and Norway.

They number even battalions.

Even if this boast be true, why do you punish my years with it?

If I wanted that lass, John--

[chuckling]

Off you go, lad.

Deadly calm, is not, sir?

Aye, Captain Standish, and uncommonly warm.

Have you invented the arms, our shot and our powder that were

transferred from the Speedwell?

Aye, sir.

I have.

Do you judge what we now have to be adequate for our defenses

this coming winter?

Aye, sir, so long as the savages value life more than

death.

Ah, that is the question.

So keep your powder dry, Captain.

Aye, sir.

You getting worried, Moses?

I beg your pardon?

You've delivered them from Egypt, but how

will you part the Red Sea?

I can smell it coming.

We've already had three weeks of weather

better than we expected.

Won't be a mere squall, Mr. White.

It shall be a big one.

Sit down, Captain.

I'll fetch you a plate of food.

Thank you.

She is pretty, is she not?

Hmm.

Myles, you can admit that she's pretty.

It'll be the least you've done over the years, my love.

Over the years?

What is your meaning, Rose?

I've never said anything to you,

but do you think I could live with you all these years

and not know you?

I don't know what you mean.

I think you do, Myles.

For I know you as well as I know my own face in a mill pond.

You are a fair and lusty man, Myles.

I knew that when I married you.

And I was prepared.

I thank you, Miss Mullins.

Good night.

Good night.

She's not as pretty as you were when you were that--

but I mean--

I know what you mean.

And it grieves me that I've not been a proper woman for you

in a long time.

It's gonna be a brutal one, Mr. White.

Aye, sir.

All passengers below!

All passengers below!

All hands, all hands!

[inaudible] Now, batten down your hatches!

There'll be nothing to do but huddle.

Run before the winds [inaudible]

Aye, sir.

We'll [inaudible] the ship, spoon before the wind.

[thunder cracks]

[moaning]

I'm going for the doctor, Mr. Brewster.

Get below deck, you bloody fool!

No, I can't, sir.

We need a doctor in the hold!

My wife--

What is it? What happened?

There will be no doctor, Mr. Brewster.

For goodness sakes, [inaudible].

[screaming]

It's all right.

It's all right.

Elizabeth Hopkins has given birth to a son.

What a place, what a time to be born.

We thank God.

And I thank you.

He shall be named Oceanus.

Oceanus Hopkins.

American.

What is the state of our provisions?

Poor, Mr. Brewster, sir.

Quite poor.

We've been at sea for five weeks.

We should only have used half of our provisions,

and already we're low on many items.

What beverage we have is stale.

You can see, sir, grubs and weevils.

And I have not told anyone, but there's rat offel.

They're roaches, sir.

They grow more numerous daily.

You might find a sieve, Mr. Alden.

The grubs and the weevils be separated from the bulk.

I understand that you have many sick, Mr. Brewster.

Aye, many sick, Captain.

And one man dying, in my estimation.

One minute, he perspires heavily,

and the next he shivers with chills.

He complains of terrible pains, like fire

in his arms and his legs.

Scurvy, sir.

I've seen it many times.

Are there any others like it?

Many are becoming so.

This is foulest smell I've ever breathed.

These are your fellow human beings.

That's all you can think to say?

What do you want me to do?

Shed a tear for them?

Does not the voice of God so much as whisper in your soul?

Tell me, sir, is it not your belief that your God wills

all that happens?

Yes, it is our belief.

Then, this is his doing.

But I still strongly object to the stench.

Captain, how long do you think this storm will last?

Until it ends, Mr. Brewster.

Until it ends.

Many believe we will never see America.

They believe we're going to die.

Yes, we know.

We do not like to think about it.

Do you believe we're going to die?

I do not know what to believe.

But to die now would be such a waste.

There's so much I look forward to doing.

Great things, John?

Natural things, Priscilla-- marriage,

someone to love and be loved by, and someday children,

God willing.

[storm rages]

If the sea came in upon us now, if the hull

gave way and the sea poured in upon us, what would you do?

I suppose I would do the only thing left to me.

I would hold your hand.

It's all right.

Mr. Brewster, my orders were that all passengers

remain below.

We are paying passengers, sir, and we

will have a word with you.

[inaudible]

Aye, sir.

If this ship is about to sink, let us run to the nearest land.

Run?

What are you talking about?

We cannot run, my friend.

We're at the mercy of the sea.

If you are discussing our fate, why

was I not consulted, included?

We are going to perish.

I demand that you turn back.

Who is this?

I demand that you turn back.

I tell you, sir, this ship is coming apart at the seams.

What do you know of this ship, sir?

Or of any ship for that matter?

What do you know of her foremast, main mast,

[inaudible]?

What do you know of her 400 ropes that weigh tons,

or of her heavy flax canvass sails,

as strong as chain armor?

I suggest, sir, that you know nothing.

And I suggest that you keep your stupid mouth shut.

Now, get out of my cabin.

Get out.

Now, as I said, until we get under sail,

we are at the mercy of the sea.

When we do get under sail, wind and weather

would be more favorable for a run back to England.

Or, perhaps, we could run for Africa or the Canaries,

but the Mayflower is still solid on the water,

and that's what counts.

She's a solid, dependable old girl,

and I will swear by her for a few more years yet.

If the weather eases, we could put out some pitch and caulk

on the splintered deck, and that will keep some of the water

out.

And even if the cracks do open, there's

no special danger in that, as long as she isn't

strained with too much sail.

Can it be that your trust and your faith

is no longer in your god?

Sail on, Captain.

Sail on.

What did he die of?

I know not.

Regis?

I don't know.

Did he complain of any ailment?

The puke stockings.

Could it be their God has struck him down?

Come on.

Bring him up on deck.

You intend to dispose of this man without a word?

What do you mean "without a word?"

Before burial, it is our Christian custom to offer

prayers over the deceased.

Better you offer prayers for the living, Mr. Brewster.

What you and your people have experienced thus far

stands as nothing to that which awaits you.

Brief prayer is all I ask.

He wouldn't appreciate it.

I commit seaman George Bennett, the loyal subject

of His Majesty, King James of England,

to the sea, which he declared to be his home.

Throw him over, then.

It seems to me that we're but a whisper away from death.

I read nothing of it in your face.

That's because I'm thinking how much happier I am here

than I would be in a rocking chair in Surrey

watching the sunset.

What would life be if it were all dumplings and warm

fire, that is not living.

That itself is slow death.

There is no challenge, nothing to make

the blood run swift and hot.

Mr. Standish, Mr. Standish, the water's rising [inaudible].

Go, I must deal with her.

Priscilla, you remind me greatly of myself.

I was young, and healthy, and pretty.

You're pretty still, Mrs. Standish.

Have you ever known a man, Priscilla?

Known?

Have you ever lain with a man?

I--

You must forgive bluntness in one who

is soon to leave this world.

I am a virgin, Mrs. Standish.

And like all virgins, I suppose, I

am consume with a vast wonder about those issues

I know nothing of.

You will be wanting a man in the new world.

You will need one.

My husband has great courage and skill.

He was born a gentleman, you know?

Myles is a man of honor.

He has a-- a noble and generous nature.

It is true that he is rough, but he is kindly too.

Why do you speak to me of men and then

tell me about your husband?

It is almost as if you are wanting to-- to give him to me.

I cannot give him to you, Priscilla, but I

can recommend him most highly.

Priscilla, are you well?

I am well, John.

Mrs. Standish needs something to drink.

How is Mrs. Standish?

I think she will never be well again.

I-- I'm sorry, but that is all I know to say.

Something bothers you.

What is it?

When she is dead she wants me to take her husband.

She said that?

In so many words.

What did you say?

Nothing.

Nothing at all?

I mean, could you not have told her about us?

What would I have told her, John?

You could have told her you-- you favor me.

I would never say anything that might hurt her.

When I asked you if there was one you favored

above all others, you gave me to believe that you

wondered the same about me.

Well, I took heart from that.

Why are you angry with me?

I am not angry with you!

I simply do not understand why you could not

have told the woman of Myles Standish

what has transpired between us.

Why have you been leading me on?

I have not led you anywhere.

In truth, it is my leader I am in search of.

Myles Standish is a leader.

Can it be you are entertaining his wife's wishes?

I will entertain what pleases me, John Alden.

And best you remember that!

Mr. Alden!

[shouting]

We need a brace!

The main beam's broken.

Prop it up.

It's breaking up.

It's breaking up.

A spare beam.

A spare beam, prop up a spare beam!

Better bring it quickly!

[inaudible]

[inaudible]

Come on, put your feet behind it!

Does this mean your ship is finish, Captain?

It very well does, Mr. Brewster.

Yes, it does.

And you can tell your people that all the prayers they can

pray will not repair this beam.

Are you not frightened yourself?

I am, sir, for I have no wish to die.

But this sea is mine, sir.

It is my life and my home.

However, it is not with myself that she's angry, but with you

and your kind, sir.

For you are strangers to her.

Put jacks through, William, the great iron jacks!

Perhaps that will do it?

What's that?

We brought it with us to raise our houses in the new world.

Where is it?

It's in here, sir.

Get all the firearms out of this thing.

All right, easy on the fingers.

Set it on the beam.

That's it, lads!

[laughter]

Mr. White.

Sir?

I've just made a decision.

Yes, sir?

When this voyage is over, I'm going to retire.

Mr. Brewster?

Yes, Captain?

If you or any of your people ever again find

one of my men in any way offensive,

please report him to me immediately,

and I will have that man keelhauled,

branded, whipped, and then shot.

Does that include yourself, sir?

Most particularly.

Come now.

The worst is over, and we're still alive.

Smile, Priscilla.

Can you not be happy at our survival?

Your wife speaks of your often, Captain Standish,

and of your future without her.

My future without her?

PRISCILLA: After she's dead.

Dead?

He has suggested, Myles Standish, that I consider you

for my own when she is gone.

It was love that prompted such boldness.

I never dreamed there was a love so strong

as the love she holds for you.

I would have a word with you, Myles.

I wish to be alone, John.

I wish to be alone.

So that you can dream of all your women across the earth?

Or to think of Priscilla Mullins, perhaps?

You're wrong about what I think.

You have had your eye on her from the beginning.

Yes, she reminds me of Rose as a young girl-- fresh,

and vital, and full of promise.

Rubbish!

Rubbish and more rubbish.

MYLES: I speak the truth.

And I say the truth is not in you.

Do you deny now that you have tried to charm Priscilla?

Charm her while your wife lies ill?

My wife is dying.

Do you understand me, John?

Rose is dying.

Do you only now realize this?

You have known it all along.

You had to have known it.

Everyone on this ship knows it!

What kind of man are you, anyway?

Answer me, damn you!

What kind of man?

A weak man.

What?

A weak, weak man.

Yes, I've-- I've known for months that Rose is dying.

But being a weak man, it's only now that I'm

finally forced to face it.

I've looked at other women, yes, but there

was never one I could love.

Rose-- Rose was always there when I came home,

and there was never once-- never once If I slept with Rose

I did not awake in the middle of the night

and touch her warm, beloved, lovely body.

I just wish I were myself when she was there.

And soon-- soon she will not be.

[sobbing]

--[inaudible] My father was a mariner.

When I was but a wee lad, such as yourself,

he was shipwrecked and stranded on an island of Scotland.

He carved this for me.

Take it, lad.

So you see, Mr. Brewster, the storms blew us

quite off course, but according to my [inaudible],

we are now back on the 42nd parallel.

We are grateful for what you tell us,

but it will not solve our people's problems.

We've lost our sheep, chickens, rabbits-- everything.

What food we have left is barely edible.

Well, sir, I'm afraid that that is not your worst predicament.

The water's changing color, sir.

I've sent the leadsman to take soundings.

Good.

Land ho!

Where aways?

Two points on the weather bound, sir.

Land, land!

There's land!

There it is, look!

Thank the Lord.

I think you must be wondering the same as I, what our future

holds in this wild place?

Have you any idea what you want it to hold?

I might.

And yourself?

Do you know what you want?

I know very well what I want.

But wanting's not always getting.

One must search, John, before one finds.

And one must plan before one harvests.

I-- I was talking with Myles last night.

Are you going to speak to me now of Myles Standish?

Is there something else that you would prefer

me to speak of, Priscilla?

I would prefer you to speak for yourself, John Alden,

and in so doing, give thought to the two of us.

When you come ashore, I will be there to welcome you home.

I love you, Rose.

I cherish you.

I always have.

I know.

Well, Mr. Brewster.

Well, Captain.

Are you prepared for your further and greater ordeal?

God will stand with us, just as he brought

us safely across the sea.

It'll be a harsh winter.

Do you have any idea of how slim are your chances for survival?

I will take your word.

I'll wager that a 100 pairs of black eyes

are watching us this very moment.

For a savage is fond of nothing so

much as an Englishman's blood.

Offhand, I would say that the savage has very poor taste.

1,000 people died the first year at the Jamestown colony.

But not all of them.

Pigheaded.

You're pigheaded, sir.

I shall be mightily pleased to have the lot of you

off my ship.

Will you?

Goodbye, Mr. Brewster.

Yeah