Original subtitles

(birds chirping)

POCAHONTAS: Come, spirit.

Help us sing the story of our land.

You are our mother.

We, your field of corn.

We rise

from out of the soul of you.

(bird squawking)

(birds squawking, chirping)

(animals howling)

(chirping continues)

(wind howling)

(waves breaking)

(birds calling, chirping)

(insects buzzing)

(birds continue chirping, calling)

(thunder rumbling)

(birds squawking)

POCAHONTAS: Dear Mother.

You fill the land with your beauty.

You reach to the end of the world.

How shall I seek you?

Show me your face.

You, a great river...

that never runs dry.

(chains rattling)

(high-pitched tone)

(whispering in Algonquin)

(drums beating)

(drums stop)

Let him go.

You said to hang him, sir.

Now, remember, Smith, you've come to these shores in chains.

You're under a cloud

which will darken considerably if I hear any more of your mutinous remarks.

Is that understood?

(birds, insects chirping)

Captain Newport, sir.

I found oysters.

They're as thick as my hands. They're the size of stones, sir.

And there's fish everywhere. They're flappin' against your legs.

- We're gonna live like kings. - NEWPORT: All these months at sea.

I'm weary of looking further.

This place will serve.

We have deep water to the shore. We can see up and down the river.

Our enemies will have no advantage of surprise.

Uh, bring the anchors and mainsails to shore,

in case some homesick persons decide to slip away with them.

NEWPORT: We must be careful not to offend the Naturals.

If our crops fail, we shall be obliged to trade with them.

Once we're established here,

we may go up the river

and seek a route to the other sea.

(axes chopping trees)

(sniffs, murmurs)

(calls)

(speaks Algonquin)

(insect buzzes)

(shouting in Algonquin)

(Algonquin)

(laughing)

SMITH: The savages often visit us kindly.

Timid, like a herd of curious deer.

(shouting in Algonquin)

NEWPORT: Tonight we shall sleep aboard our ships, everyone in full armor.

In the morning, we will chop down every tree

within half a mile of the moorage

and use the straightest limbs to erect a line of watchtowers

and to build our fort.

When we have done that,

we set our wheat and barley, put up houses and lay in firewood.

Slackers will be whipped at the sight of their transgression.

- Sir. - Yes, Emery?

When might we, uh, be going out to...

poke about, sir?

NEWPORT: We are not here to pillage and raid.

We are here to establish a colony.

SMITH: How many lands behind me?

NEWPORT: Gold will do you no good.

Not six months from now when the snows begin to fly.

SMITH: How many seas?

What blows and dangers?

Fortune ever my friend.

(Algonquin)

(Algonquin)

(Algonquin)

Smoke.

(Algonquin)

(Algonquin)

(calling)

(shouts, laughs)

(gasps)

(laughing)

(bird calling)

(bird continues calling)

(bird continues calling)

(man speaks Algonquin)

(whines, barks)

Five kegs is gone since we landed. Somebody stole 'em.

Rain's got into this, and worms here.

- NEWPORT: Brand him. - And here.

NEWPORT: Cut off his ears.

Captured these two, sir,

talking to the men, spying.

MAN: Hey, you.

- (groans) - (chattering in Algonquin)

MAN: He stole a hatchet!

(groans)

(gasps)

NEWPORT: We have lost the favor of the Naturals.

Had we not sighted land the day we did,

I would have turned back.

We have eaten the majority of our stores.

Our best men are sick with fever. The rest will soon breed mutiny.

We might as well be shipwrecked.

Now, the Naturals tell me, uh,

of a city up the river

and of a mighty king who lives there.

I propose we send an envoy to this king

to see whether he can be persuaded to trade with us.

Meanwhile, I shall, uh, return to England for fresh supplies.

I won't be back until spring.

Ratcliffe here will be in command.

As to who will approach the savage king,

I needn't tell you it will be a hazardous mission.

Captain Smith is the only professional soldier among us.

Smith, sir?

What are — What are — What are his qualifications?

- MAN: Those you lack. - (men laughing)

I should very dearly like to know one thing.

What is to prevent this friend of the hangman

from making league with the Naturals and turning upon us?

Only under the extremity of torture, I should like to assume.

Or, indeed, instructing them in the conduct of war

and English strategies, if I may make so bold.

H-His right to the title of captaincy is dubious at best.

The lowborn son of a farmer

cannot be expected to behave with a gentleman's sense of propriety.

Perhaps you'd like to go, Wingfield.

(men chuckling)

Smith, you have an opportunity to repair your reputation.

I expect you to welcome it.

SMITH: Who are you whom I so faintly hear,

who urge me ever on?

NEWPORT: You have the makings of a leader, Smith.

Can one rely on you?

SMITH: What voice is this that speaks within me,

guides me towards the best?

Where?

Always the star was guiding me.

Leading.

Drawing me on...

past the cape never rounded,

to the fabled land.

There, life shall begin.

(calling)

(man responds)

(calling)

A world equal to our hopes.

A land where one might wash one's soul pure,

rise to one's true stature.

We shall make a new start.

A fresh beginning.

Here the blessings of the earth are bestowed upon all.

None need grow poor.

Here there is good ground for all

and no cost but one's labor.

We shall build a true commonwealth.

Hard work and self-reliance our virtues.

We shall have no landlords to wrack us with high rents

or extort the fruit of our labor.

No man shall stand above any other but all live under the same law.

(bird calling)

Captain, we haven't the draft to go any further.

Put in.

SMITH: None shall eat up carelessly what his friends got worthily

or steal away that which virtue has stored up.

Men shall not make each other their spoil.

(Naturals whooping, faint)

Let's go back, sir, gather a larger party.

- We're lost. - (whooping continues)

- (whooping) - There the Naturals go!

Let him go!

Tide's run out, Captain.

(thumping)

Bottom's draggin' on the mud, sir.

Keep your matchlock lit. Fire a shot if you see anything.

(loud shriek)

(rustling)

(quacking)

- (clanking) - (groans)

(shouting)

(whooping, shouting continues)

(man speaking Algonquin)

The sun.

And the moon as well.

It shows you how the sun chases the night continually around the world.

(chattering)

(whooping, shouting)

(speaking Algonquin)

(all responding)

(shouting continues, quiets)

(Algonquin)

(Algonquin)

The sky? No.

From England, a land to the east.

(Algonquin)

(Algonquin)

Leave?

There won't be any leaving till spring. The boats won't be back till then.

We have articles that might interest you.

Gunpowder.

(all gasping)

(whispering in Algonquin)

(implement rattling)

(objects clattering on ground)

(whooping, shouting)

At the moment I was to die, she threw herself upon me.

(implements rattling)

(whispering in Algonquin)

(woman wailing)

(wailing continues)

(man chattering in Algonquin, faint)

(chattering continues)

(whooping, shouting)

(men vocalizing)

(Algonquin)

(men grunting)

(man speaking Algonquin)

- (men chanting) - (sniffs)

(sniffing)

(men chanting)

(laughing)

(Algonquin)

SMITH: Sky.

Sky.

(Algonquin)

(Algonquin)

Sun.

Sun.

(Algonquin)

(repeats Algonquin word)

Water.

Wind.

Wind. Wind.

Wind.

(Algonquin)

(Algonquin)

(repeats Algonquin word)

Eyes.

Eyes.

(Algonquin)

Lips.

Lips.

Mm-hmm.

Ear.

SMITH: All the children of the king were beautiful, but she, the youngest,

was so exceedingly so that the sun himself,

though he saw her often,

was surprised whenever she came out into his presence.

Her father had a dozen wives,

a hundred children.

But she was his favorite.

She exceeded the rest,

not only in feature and proportion, but in wit and spirit too.

All loved her.

Moon.

(hooting)

(laughing)

(growls)

(hooting continues)

(hooting, laughing)

(grunting)

Oh! Oh!

(squawking)

(squawking)

(squawking)

(all laughing, chattering)

SMITH: They are gentle,

loving,

faithful,

lacking in all guile and trickery.

The words denoting lying, deceit,

greed, envy, slander and forgiveness

have never been heard.

They have no jealousy,

no sense of possession.

Real, what I thought a dream.

(Algonquin)

SMITH: I am not guarded.

No.

It seems they are watching me, yet I wander where I will.

- Smoke. - Smoke.

- Fire. - Fire.

SMITH: They trust me as a brother.

- Heat. - Heat.

POCAHONTAS: Heat.

SMITH: I, who was a pirate, who lived to steal what I could.

I am a free man now.

All that they have is given me.

I don't know.

I don't know.

(shouting)

(shouting in Algonquin)

(child coughing)

(chattering in Algonquin)

SMITH: Saved a child from drowning.

Never had it struck me so forcefully before

that I have the power to grant life and health to others.

SMITH: Lawless.

Heaven in all things.

I was a dead man.

Now I live.

You, my light.

My America.

Love.

Shall we deny it when it visits us?

Shall we not take what we are given?

There is only this.

All else is unreal.

POCAHONTAS: Mother.

Where do you live?

In the sky?

The clouds?

The sea?

Give me a sign.

We rise.

We rise.

(whispering in Algonquin)

Afraid of myself.

A god, he seems to me.

What else is life but being near you?

Do they suspect?

Oh, to be given to you.

You to me.

(thunder rumbling)

I will be faithful to you.

True.

(thunderclap)

Two no more.

One.

One.

I am.

I am.

(man speaking Algonquin)

(Algonquin)

SMITH: The king announced that I was free.

He was sending me back,

and on the understanding that once spring came,

we were to go back to where we came from.

His chiefs had advised him to kill me.

I had gained a knowledge of their arms, their strong places.

But his daughter assured him I was a good man.

I should tell people that though the Naturals lived in peace,

they yet were strong and would not suffer their land to be taken away.

There was no sea beyond the mountains.

Only a land stretching away forever in great meadows,

a land which had no end.

Captain Smith.

You're back.

The savages will have to stop here, Captain.

(Smith speaks Algonquin word)

- Where you been? - It's like seeing a ghost.

You look like you've come back from the dead.

- Where's Captain Ratcliffe? - No word.

- (all chattering) - People said he went over to England.

You should've never trusted him. Did you bring food?

- We're starving. - I brought food.

Someone got killed. Just fell over.

Four months of stealin' and stealin' and stealin' and stealin'.

Get up!

(all chattering)

Gamblin'. They bowl while the houses fall down.

- Look at the church. - All the sickness comin' from the marsh.

- Who's takin' care of you? - No one.

That's all it is, just dying and sickness and all that.

- I saw a body in the mud. - You're a liar!

- I saw a leg in the bed. - You are a liar!

Why was the leg in the bed? Why was the leg in the bed?

Thieves! Jackals! Lash their feet!

You're looking rather well, Smith.

Been enjoying yourself, have you?

Been enjoying yourself mightily, I expect.

You were sent to relieve our situation, not to pleasure yourself. We here have suffered.

I'll ignore the stories which bring officialdom into disrepute.

No speeches, Smith. Things are different now.

We can't allow cheek.

Allow cheek, and we shall have chaos. I wear the medal now.

I am president and you have been stripped of your captaincy.

- Are you qualified to pass judgment on me? - That really needn't concern us at the moment.

'Tis a pity you were not here at the time of your trial to defend yourself.

I presume you were too afraid, too guilty to return.

- My trial? - Yes.

You were indicted upon a chapter in Leviticus

and tried during the period of your desertion.

Our law is speedy here.

Been keepin' all the good food for himself, Smith, giving us rotten corn.

You, sir, have no other eyes and ears than those which grow on Smith's head here.

MAN: He does nothing but tend his own pot, spit and oven.

I have shared all. I have kept nothing for myself. Nothing!

His name is not even Wingfield. It's Woodson.

Woodson is the name.

Left England under a cloud of disgrace.

WINGFIELD: Seize them. Seize them!

Any man impeding the punishment of these rogues will be dealt with harshly!

Here.

There's no sense in waiting for a trial. This is mutiny.

I dispatch you herewith in the name of the king.

(men gasping)

Dead as an herring. Serves him right.

MAN: I can ratify what Mr. Argall said.

Were we in England, I should be ashamed

to let my servant keep company with such fellows.

You never had a servant. You were a servant.

I et a single chicken, and that when I were ill.

Small here has eaten six, a number of which he could not be troubled to cook.

I say it's Captain Smith should lead us.

- Aye. - Aye.

(hammering in distance)

SMITH: Tell her.

Tell her what?

I love you.

But I cannot love you.

It was a dream.

Now I am awake.

MAN: Look who wandered in.

- What should we do with him? - Nothing.

He's mad.

Harmless.

It's yours.

Take it home.

Lad.

(blasts)

(men laughing)

MAN: And withdraw!

- MAN: March! - MEN (chanting): St. George! St. George!

- MAN: March! - St. George!

(shouting continues)

- March! - St. George!

- March! - St. George!

March!

SMITH: I let her love me.

I made her love me.

And what was your disagreement about?

He said today's the 15th of October. I said the 17th.

SMITH: I must.

You were fightin' about the date of the year?

Damnation is like this.

Didn't I tell you to dig a new well farther from the shore?

Why hasn't this been done?

Every man will stop what he's doin' right now and start diggin' the well!

Those of you that cannot carry the dirt in buckets

shall carry it with your own hands.

He that will not work shall not eat.

The labors of honest and industrious men

shall not be consumed to maintain the idleness of a few.

SMITH: The country is to them a misery,

a death, a hell.

While they starve, they dig for gold.

There is no talk, no hope,

no work but this.

If there's so much gold, why don't the Naturals have any?

You're chasin' a dream.

You see what men they've sent us?

A headless multitude. They will not sow corn for their own bellies.

They would rather eat their fish raw than go a stone's throw and fetch some wood to dress it.

SMITH: Bad water.

Sturgeon gone.

- The waste cities, they shall live in them. - Mutterings.

They shall plant vineyards and drink the wine!

MAN (overlapping): In that day —

Love good and hate evil and close up the breaches of —

MAN: Take away from me the noise of your music and your songs

so I will not hear the melody of thine harp.

The Lord has given the command and he will smash them!

The large house into pieces and the small house into bits!

Somebody should shoot Small there.

He hasn't got a ghost of a chance and he'll contaminate us all.

He used Wortham's spoon. Now Wortham's gone. My friend.

Have we gotta wait till all is dead?

Sir. Ackley's dead.

Somebody ate his hands.

Went out in the height of style anyhow.

Such... tranquillity.

You'd think he could speak.

I shall miss him. I think we all shall.

We're 38 now.

(no audible dialogue)

SMITH: To go back up that river.

To love her in the wild.

What holds you here?

(woman speaking Algonquin, faint)

What are your intentions towards her?

Towards them?

BOY: There's nothin' in the river. The river's empty.

(boy muttering)

We wanna go back to England. Please, can we —

- Where's Captain Newport? - There's nothin' to eat.

- SMITH: Captain Newport will be back shortly. - Does he have food?

- He'd better. - But when will we go back to England?

They're eatin' all the dead.

You believe in ghosts, Captain?

People don't care about those Indians no more.

MAN: What's this?

(chattering in Algonquin)

(Algonquin)

Don't put yourself in danger.

You don't have to do anything else for us.

Why have you not come to me?

I know, my love.

Don't trust me.

You don't know who I am.

(whispers) Remember.

Thank you.

(men murmuring thanks)

May God be with you.

POCAHONTAS: Who are you, whom I love?

SMITH: She.

Brass touched her hand.

- Where are you going? - Crabs in a bucket.

Where you would not dare to follow.

Scuttling over each other.

Don't you think you should take more men?

They can come if they choose.

I will see if we can trade with another tribe.

Be careful, sir.

Is she waiting?

There.

What else is life but living there?

Steal her love.

She lay in peace,

gazed at the sky.

Motionless.

Afraid of what I most desire.

Fool, I was.

Stillness.

Cannot walk two paths at once. Leave her free.

Can't deceive the good.

Peace.

Without craving or desire.

Cling to the good.

As long as you do, you have a claim on life.

Sail.

(man speaking Algonquin)

Sail on.

(Algonquin)

(continues in Algonquin)

The source of all evil.

It excuses vulgarity.

Makes wrong right, base noble.

(continues in Algonquin)

(continues in Algonquin)

(continues in Algonquin)

There's something I know when I'm with you that I forget when I'm away.

Tell me, my love,

did you wish for me to come back and live with you again?

(yelps)

POCAHONTAS: True.

Shut your eyes.

Is this the man I love?

So long.

A ghost.

Come.

Where are you, my love?

Free.

What do I fear?

Can love lie?

You.

We can't go into the forest.

Could I show you England?

No, it's too far.

If I can be with you...

that is all.

SMITH: That fort is not the world.

The river leads back there.

It leads onward too,

deeper...

into the wild.

Start over.

Exchange this false life for a true one.

Give up the name of Smith.

What are you doing here?

Beg your pardon, sir. You were gone longer than we expected.

Appears I've wandered off myself a bit.

SMITH: No ties.

Space enough at last...

to break free.

Can I lead them off some other way?

Later.

What about the soil, Captain? Is it as good as we thought?

SMITH: Later.

- Not really. - Always alone.

- In fact, I've rarely seen such a pest hole. - No.

Look about you. Everything's swamp.

With water standing in lakes and pools so the ground gives way beneath your feet.

Let the dead bury the dead.

I suspect there's more puddles than dry land.

Each producing more mosquitoes in their slime than there are beads in a nunnery,

and each mosquito is hungry as a priest.

None but a savage could inhabit the place.

But west of here, towards the mountains, or south,

that is something else.

- The deep, dark pool. - We can sail on.

- POCAHONTAS: Come. - Seek a passage.

My love.

It flows.

Where? Life.

Are you true?

Me, in your soul.

Life.

(giggling)

Am I a deceiver?

My mouth is dry.

My body trembles.

Shall I let myself go?

- My skin burns. - Trust.

- How false I am. - I have two minds.

Wait. Should I tell Father?

There's nothing but this.

Not yet.

What was I?

What am I now?

Oh, Mother.

What have I done?

Love has unbound my limbs.

This love is like pain.

- I am. - (no audible dialogue)

I shall be...

yours.

(Algonquin)

(shouts in Algonquin)

(shouting, whooping)

Come away.

You must tell me why.

- They can't hear. I've sent 'em away. - He sees you mean to stay.

They're coming.

Make peace with him.

He won't accept peace.

Why would he?

- Come away. - Where would we live?

In the woods?

In a treetop? A hole in the ground?

You have to come with me... into the fort.

Your people will know you came here. They'll find out soon enough.

- (cannon blast) - (man shouts)

(men whooping)

(gunfire in distance)

MAN: Go! On the double, gentlemen!

MEN: God save the king!

- MAN: Port your pikes! - God save the king!

- Port your pikes! - God save the king!

Charge!

And on the Swiss step, gentlemen,

march!

ALL (chanting): St. George! St. George! St. George!

Prepare to stand!

- Stand! - St. George!

Musketeers advance!

Fire!

(men shouting, whooping)

(shouting, whooping grows louder)

Company —

(whooping)

Hold the ground! Hold together, men!

(screams)

(shrieking)

(whooping in distance)

(shouting)

(whooping)

(screaming)

- (speaks Algonquin) - (man chanting)

(Algonquin)

(Pocahontas crying)

- (Algonquin) - (insect buzzing)

(shouts)

- SELWAY: You're like a herd of deer! - What are you waiting for?

How can you own land?

This earth was made for such as shall improve it!

- As knows how to live! - (Algonquin)

SOLDIER: They have no sound, sir, but I — I couldn't —

Fire on him!

What are you waiting for? Fire on him!

- You heathen bastards! - (man shouts in Algonquin)

SOLDIER: Please.

Seeds of sulphur!

Sons of fire! Devils from the mouth of hell!

(bird squawking)

(grunts)

(men whooping, shouting)

Retreat! Fall back!

(howling)

(man shouting)

(whooping)

SMITH: Lord, turn not away thy face.

(gunfire)

You desire not the death of a sinner.

We have gone away from you.

I have not harkened to your voice.

Let us not be brought to nothing.

- Gather reinforcements! - They're climbing up the wall!

(shouts)

(Powhatan speaking Algonquin)

(Algonquin continues)

(Powhatan speaking Algonquin)

(shouting, whooping)

(gunshot)

(shouting, whooping in distance)

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(man mutters, grunts)

MAN: The water is poisoned.

They put a dead dog in the well.

We can't go out to look for fish or game.

How long can we last?

Starvation does fearful things to a man.

SMITH: I hate your hearts.

I'm not entirely sure I should have the use of this hand again.

You see my value as the carcasses of unburied men.

There's something you're not telling us, and I got a right to know.

Tired of your contempt.

What have you done to them?

- You don't know where you are. - There's something you're not telling us.

Like a wasp in a bottle.

Trapped.

To give light to them.

Deliver us from evil.

Not sit in darkness.

Deal not with us after our sins.

All thy people.

I have become, as it were, a monster unto many.

Cast me not away.

(thunder rumbling)

Make me a clean heart.

(man whooping in distance)

(whooping continues)

(man #2 whooping)

(man chanting, faint)

ARGALL: Tell him.

The princess is up the river at Pastancy.

They sent her to her uncle, Patawomeck,

lord of the naked devils of that region, and, by the by, an acquaintance of mine.

So I get talkin' to his nibs, and he proposes to sell her.

He says with her at the fort, the emperor will not dare attack us.

- He dotes on her. - You're certain she's the one you saw?

With these eyes. I spoke to the king directly.

And what does this rogue propose to sell her for?

I was getting to that. His most favorite thing is combs.

But in this case, he seems to have his heart set on a kettle.

You know, a copper kettle like my mother had for makin' stew.

What use he means to make of the instrument, I cannot say.

Well?

We don't take hostages. King James would not approve.

- You'd rather see us annihilated? - She's done enough for us.

She risked the beating out of her own brains to save mine.

Come, Argall, threaten me!

Had she not fed us, you would have starved.

Then I'd know I was gonna live for a thousand years.

She's been the instrument to preserve this colony from disaster.

We'll not return her kindness by making her a captive.

She and her lot are on the verge of killing us all.

I expect there will be scarce a handful alive when the boats return, if they ever do.

You told us yourself that her father regards her as no one else.

Or do you have private reasons for this attitude of yours?

Return to your post.

The penalty for disobeyin' an order of the president is hanging.

You're breakin' the laws.

This is mutiny.

Me breaking the laws.

I have information Smith here...

is planning to marry the wench and make himself king of Virginia.

(man chuckles)

You're no longer in command, Smitty.

I shall wear the medal now.

You've been derelict in your duties to the king.

You've betrayed these citizens of Jamestown.

I, therefore, pronounce you unworthy of being a member of this colony.

You're no longer in command, Smitty!

- (whip cracks) - Oh, oh! High and mighty.

Lord and ruler. Huh?

- No! No! - (whip cracks)

We must have order, huh?

We can't have everyone runnin' around givin' themselves airs and graces,

'cause then — then we would have chaos, huh?

- Scream. - POCAHONTAS: Come near.

- Gettin' the strokes. - Come near me.

You say — You say, "Friend. Friend, dear friend.

- You touch me now. - I pray to the gods for your good health.

For the rest of my life, I will." Yeah?

No man shows me disrespect.

- POCAHONTAS: In all things — - (whip cracks)

may I stand by you.

Put him to hard labor.

Send him to the forest to hew fresh timbers for the walls.

Set him by the heels each night when he's done,

that through the long watches, he might reflect on his transgressions.

(Patawomeck speaking Algonquin)

(Algonquin continues)

- (gasps) - (men shouting)

(whooping)

MAN: Buckets now! Look behind you!

MAN #2: He got me with a spear!

Back up. And you are a futile, barking dog!

POCAHONTAS: Oh, Mother,

has he sent this ship for me?

Conscience is a nuisance.

A fly.

A barking dog.

If you don't believe you have one,

what trouble can it be to you?

(bell clanging)

POCAHONTAS: Mother...

you are my strength...

or I have none.

(bell clanging)

Throw us your forward line!

The president.

Yes, I neglected to tell you.

The captain's no longer occupying that post.

He will be able to explain the reasons better than I.

It's the princess.

(water splashes)

This will be your house, milady.

Reverend Whitaker, the one what lived here, well,

he's dead and gone now, so...

(sniffs)

(bell ringing)

(door creaking)

(cannon blast)

SMITH: The ships returned, firing their cannons —

- (cannon blast) - causing the Naturals to sue for peace.

(cannon blast)

(cannon blasts)

- (men cheering) - (cannon blasts continue)

(cannon blasts continue)

(cheering continues)

They said they were goin' to fetch you.

I was against it.

I didn't wanna harm you.

And now there's disaster all around us.

We should have stopped before it was too late.

POCAHONTAS: What is right?

Give.

Wrong? Who is this man?

Now...

all is perfect.

Let me be lost.

True.

You flow through me...

like a river.

Come.

Follow me.

(no audible dialogue)

(grunting)

(man praying, faint)

Thank thee, O Lord.

(prayer continues, faint)

Very well.

Leave us alone.

You wish to bring charges against this man?

Are you sure?

Well, fine then, Argall. Enough of your quarrels. Be off.

I have news for you.

The king wants you to return to England

to prepare an expedition of your own

to chart the northern coasts

to see if you might find a passage to the Indies.

I remember when you had sight and ambition.

Shall you not press on?

Shall you be a discoverer of passages which you yourself refused to explore,

beyond the threshold, that is?

The king has great hopes for you.

Plans.

Um, she's to take care of you now.

Uh, my name's Mary, and yours, I believe, is, uh —

Oh, no. Um, she says that's not her name anymore.

She hasn't got a name.

How unfortunate.

Well, we shall have to give you one.

(water splashing)

Here.

(blows)

Rub with the towel.

POCAHONTAS: I will find joy in all I see.

- Where am I going? - Mother.

- Fast. - MARY: Little steps.

- So fast. - I want my love.

Oh.

To go to him.

- The river. - Living water.

To meet him.

Where does it come from?

Where is it going?

Why do they want gold?

Can't they make it?

Do they eat it?

NEWPORT:...and our land, but our eternal birthright.

Look beyond these gates.

Eden lies about us still.

We have escaped the Old World and its bondage.

(thunder rumbles)

Let us make a new beginning and create a fresh example for humanity.

We are the pioneers of the world,

the advance guard sent on through the wilderness

to break a new path.

In our youth is our strength, in our inexperience our wisdom.

God has given us a promised land,

a great inheritance.

Woe betide if ever we turn our back on him.

Let us prepare a land where a man may rise to his true stature.

A land of the future.

A new kingdom of the spirit.

Remember what this country was...

POCAHONTAS: Am I as you like?

His eyes...

You knew me as I was long ago.

I have never truly been the man I seem to you to be.

POCAHANTAS: What does he say?

Come. Let's sit by the river.

POCAHONTAS: Mean?

I can't sleep till I see you again.

Look up.

You have no evil in you.

I belong to you.

POCAHONTAS: He knows.

Where am I?

(bird squawking)

Wait two months,

then tell her I am dead.

Drowned.

(thunder rumbles)

(crying)

(wood creaking)

Like that.

MARY: He's left you, Princess.

He told you a pack of lies.

Forget about him.

BEN: I, uh, have some terrible news.

Captain Smith is dead. He drowned in the crossing.

He loved you very much.

POCAHONTAS: Unwed.

Where is your love now?

Where is our child?

POCAHONTAS: You have gone away with my life.

(man laughing)

Killed the god in me.

The dogs come about us.

Like wolves,

they devour our soul.

Does the sun see this?

Save us.

Despise us not.

Man cannot spoil it.

He vanishes like the dew.

On the bed of fate, we lie.

(speaking Algonquin)

We can enter you.

Question you.

I mourn.

I grieve.

Take my hand, Father.

(rooster crows)

Scorned.

- Cast out. - Cut off.

A dog.

Come, death.

Take me.

Set me free.

Let me be what I was.

(woman chattering, faint)

(blows)

(blows)

(man chattering)

(woman chattering)

ROLFE: When first I saw her,

she was regarded as someone finished.

Broken. Lost.

She seemed barely to notice the others about her.

Um, I would like to spend the afternoon with you.

How do I ask?

MARY: A nature like yours can turn trouble into good.

All this sorrow will give you strength

and point you on a higher way.

Think of a tree — how it grows round its wounds.

If a branch breaks off, it don't stop,

but keeps reaching towards the light.

We must meet misfortune boldly

and not suffer it to frighten us.

We must act the play out,

then live our troubles down, my lady.

April, May and June,

July, August.

- What is a day? - A day?

An hour?

An hour is 60 minutes.

Why does the Earth have colors?

ROLFE: Many passions have I endured.

Daily.

Hourly.

Even in my sleep.

Awaking me to astonishment.

This love has become...

such a labyrinth...

that I no longer know —

- POCAHONTAS: Were you sad — - how to wind myself out from it.

to lose your wife and daughter?

NEWPORT: Name this person.

Rebecca.

Rebecca, I baptize thee in the name of the Father and the Son

and the Holy Ghost.

Amen.

ROLFE: She has accepted my invitation to work in the fields.

For Rebecca.

She'll be missed.

She understands the culture of tobacco.

She's a good lass.

The people were sorry at her going.

ROLF: Hours pass.

She speaks not a word.

Who are you?

What do you dream of?

We're like grass.

Are you kind?

ROLFE: She weaves all things together.

I touched her long ago...

without knowing her name.

All sings to her.

(thunder rumbling)

Suppose I asked you to marry me. What would you say?

Are you asking me?

Where would we live?

Here.

England, if you wish.

Perhaps that would be best. We could...

Well, you could forget your life in this place.

(thunder rumbling continues)

Why do you shrink from me?

Won't you say yes?

If you like.

This isn't what I expected,

Rebecca.

I'm sorry.

Why are you crying?

I suppose...

I must be happy.

You do not love me now.

Someday you will.

MAN: You're not ignorant to the heavy displeasure

which Almighty God conceived against the sons of Levi and Israel

for marrying strange wives.

No.

Would you do anything necessary to bring this about?

Yes, sir.

Would you write a petition

explaining, as the wealthiest planter in Virginia —

ROLFE: The governor requires of me a letter —

- the benefit this would offer the colony? - stating acceptable reasons for our union.

Could you state your hope that this might be the beginning of the great work

of converting the Naturals,

that this idea came to you in no way through any carnal affection,

but for the good of the plantation, for the honor of your country

and your own soul?

ROLFE: Humiliated.

In service of saving the non-believing creature —

And yet it does not touch me.

If this be not your true intent, would you do that?

Yes.

NEWPORT: Then surely you do love her, Mr. Rolfe.

Write.

NEWPORT: I require and charge you,

as you will answer on the dreadful day of judgment,

when the secrets of all hearts are disclosed,

that if you know any impediment

why you should not be lawfully joined together in matrimony —

you will confess it.

(bell ringing)

(rooster crows)

POCAHONTAS: Mother.

Why can I not feel as I should?

Must.

Once false, I must not be again.

Take out the thorn.

Oh! (laughing)

POCAHONTAS: He is like a tree.

(Pocahontas giggling)

He shelters me.

I lie in his shade.

Can I ignore my heart?

What is from you...

and what is not?

Great Sun, I offer you thanks.

You give life to the trees and hills.

To the streams of water.

To all.

♪♪ (singing)

Mother.

Your love is before my eyes.

Show me your way.

Teach me your paths.

Give me a humble heart.

ROLFE: We've had some surprising news.

We've been invited to England —

- (boy laughing) - by the king and queen.

There will be a royal audience in your honor.

You're known to them all.

(woman speaking native language)

(seagull squawking)

WOMAN: His first mate gave him up to pirates when his ship was stopped.

Five years!

All them ships went off to Newfoundland. Yes.

He poked around the north. Then he went home.

Captain Smith.

Yeah, he can make you laugh.

MAN: Things are different now.

WOMAN: They've sent him back to London.

What a shame. They say he's done much for this place.

Captain Smith is alive?

You saw him?

I cannot do that.

Why not?

It would mean something I do not feel.

What's come over you?

I'm married... to him.

He lives.

I heard it by the fort.

He's still alive.

"Married"?

You don't know the meaning of the word exactly.

But I am.

ROLFE: Sweet wife.

Love made the bond.

Love can break it too.

There is that in her I shall not know.

(speaking Algonquin)

(metal clangs)

- (man shouting) - (dog barking)

(bell clanging)

(man shouting)

(woman shouting)

(man shouting) I'm sorry. This can't be mine.

(bell tolling)

(bell tolling)

(snorting)

MAN: Keep a steady hand.

MAN: Stand aside!

(tolling continues)

(dog barking in distance)

(bells continue tolling)

(bells continue tolling)

(drums)

♪♪ (band)

MAN: "...whilst towering in the azure sky, they celebrate this happy day.

Let rolling streams their gladness show

with gentle murmurs whilst they play,

and in their wild meanders flow,

rejoicing in this blessed day.

Kind health descends on downy wings.

Angels conduct her on the way.

The New World's princess new life brings

and swells our joys upon this day."

♪♪ (chorus singing)

(chirping)

♪♪ (band, chorus continue)

♪♪ (continues, faint)

(wind gusting)

POCAHONTAS: Mother.

Stay near me.

(speaking Algonquin)

ROLFE: Sweet wife.

Do you care for me still?

I cannot be to you what I am not.

ROLFE: She would never have married me had she known that he were alive.

She bound herself to me in ignorance,

and I will not — I will not let her be incumbered by a tie

which she despises or entered to in mischief.

I will do nothing against her will.

I think you still love the man

and that you will not be at peace until you see him.

In my vanity, I thought...

I could make you love me,

and one cannot do that, or should not.

You have walked... blindly

into a situation that you did not anticipate.

I will not rob you of your self-respect.

You are the man I thought you were...

and more.

Did I make a mistake in comin' here?

I would've come before, except I've been away from the capital.

Perhaps...

I'm out of order speaking with you this way,

but I've thought of you often.

So after I left, it went well for you.

I heard the king and queen received you.

Everybody says you were a great favorite.

They all speak of you. One hears them in the streets.

"Her Ladyship." Who'd have guessed it?

You knew I had promised, didn't you?

Yes.

Did you find your Indies, John?

You shall.

I may have sailed past them.

I thought it was a dream —

what we knew in the forest.

It's the only truth.

It seems as if I were speakin' to you for the first time.

Can we not go home?

As soon as possible.

(whispers) My husband.

(wind gusting)

(whispers) Listen.

(no audible dialogue)

(giggling)

Thomas. Where?

POCAHONTAS: Mother, now I know where you live.

(laughing)

ROLFE: Thirteenth of April, 1616.

- Mother? - Dear Son.

Mother?

I write this so that someday in the future

you might understand a circumstance which shall be but a far memory to you.

Your dear mother, Rebecca, fell ill

in our outward passage at Gravesend.

She gently reminded me that all must die.

'Tis enough, she said, that you, our child, should live.

(birds chirping)

(wind blowing)

(leaves rustling)

(bird calling)

(birds chirping continues)

(water lapping)