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BRADFORD: They called us pilgrims.

But today we are thieves.

We trust in God's design.

Our faith helped us to cross an ocean.

Faith and a contract with strangers, the Merchant Adventure Company,

without whose support, we could not afford the journey.

They came for fortune.

We came for God.

To build a new life.

To worship as we pleased, free from persecution.

Starved and desperate, 102 passengers arrived in the New World,

guided by the Lord.

But there were some things God neglected to mention.

Move for the shore!

(YELLING)

(ARROWS WHIZZING)

Musket.

(THUNDER CRASHING)

-(COUGHING) -Hold him.

Hey, watch this.

First time at sea, Mr. Bradford?

I have seen you and your lovely wife at the rail often enough.

Spewing into the wind.

It is not my first time.

I have sailed from England to Holland, and back several times.

With all due respect, sir,

such as that's a Sunday outing on the Thames,

not that you would desecrate the Sabbath by taking pleasure in it.

If you catch my meaning.

I am not certain that I do.

Well, how shall I put it?

The worst is yet to come.

We have come this far and not lost a single soul.

We will endure.

And a week from now?

When the water is nothing but scum at the bottom of the barrels,

and the scurvy rips through your congregation

like grease through a goose?

Will you endure then?

By God's grace, we will.

I wager that before we make landfall,

that I'll be sewing half your people into shrouds and tossing 'em overboard.

I hope you are not so inconvenienced.

Not at all. It would be my pleasure.

Good evening to you both.

Why do you talk to the man like that?

I sailed to Jamestown with Blackwell separatists.

High and mighty, such as these.

One hundred and eighty of 'em packed together like herrings.

No fresh water, scanty rations.

"God will provide, God will provide."

One hundred and thirty of them died en route.

God has chosen them, all right.

To die of scurvy and the flux,

and their own pride and self-righteousness.

And he will choose these, too.

(WOMAN CRYING) (PEOPLE COUGHING)

Don't lie to me!

My boys do not steal!

Well, I saw it with my very own eyes! Look at them!

They've barely shed an ounce

-since they've been on this journey! -Watch your words, you bitch!

If my speech offends thee, Mrs. Bradford, stop your saintly ears.

My boys are of hearty stock. Plain and simple.

ELIZABETH: Does it mean nothing to you that I am with child?

Have you no charity?

-You are a mother! -I know it troubles you,

but God chose these strangers to be our partners in this venture.

God and the Merchant Adventurers Company.

We needed their investment to finance the voyage.

-We could not manage it on our own. -But we're stuck with them.

Fortune hunters.

Criminals, even.

They do not fear God as we do. They do not keep the Sabbath.

(MAN COUGHING)

(SIGHS)

This is not what I imagined when we left Holland.

Perhaps God is testing us.

We have sold our house and all we own. Left everything and everyone we know behind.

-How much more can he test us? -As much as he needs.

As much as we can bear.

William,

I worry constantly if we've done the right thing.

There is no wrong in this journey.

-We are pilgrims. -How could you say we are not wrong?

We left our child behind.

Yes, for now.

Until it is safe. Until he is old enough.

But I miss him so.

I miss him, too.

Will we all be together again in this world?

Have faith.

This voyage is what God intends for us.

Then, 'tis as you say, husband.

We are pilgrims.

'Tis slow going, Mr. Clarke.

At this speed, it'll be another month till Virginia.

Had we sailed in August, Captain.

If wishes were horses.

CLARK: We'd be riding these westerlies home

instead of beating our heads against them.

'Tis not just the wind that bothers me.

Tension mounts below decks, and unlike water, it can only seep up.

Mr. Carver, your wife's gums are gingival.

They're like paper. I could put my finger through them.

(COUGHING)

How long have your teeth been loose?

Some weeks now.

Catherine. And you've not told me?

You have more important matters to worry over than my teeth, dear husband.

(COUGHS)

You have scurvy, Mrs. Carver.

But you are not alone. It is rampant.

What can you give her for it?

If I could, a lemon.

Anything other than beer and ship biscuit for sustenance.

Proper rations, medicine. All the things that we lack.

That's what I'd give her.

No, the cure for her and everyone else suffering

is to get off this damn vessel and onto dry land.

Doctor! Mrs. Carver.

Please. Please come quick. Please. It's Lizzie.

ELIZABETH GROANING)

-(SCREAMING) -It's all right.

-Shh. -Oh, God!

It's all right.

Her spasms come ever quicker.

It's all right.

Damn this ship!

-Damn you, Stephen Hopkins. You lying bastard! -Shh. It's all right.

I dare say her wit remains intact.

-Do you find humor in this? -No, no, no.

I merely mean to bring some lightness into the...

(SCREAMS) Get out!

-Shh. -(GROANING)

Mrs. Carver is a midwife?

In Holland, I have assisted the midwives often.

-Good. Follow Mrs. Carver's lead. -Yes.

-(GROANING CONTINUES) -Mrs. Hopkins.

Shh. It's all right.

(ELIZABETH SCREAMING)

Who attends her?

The ship's surgeon, Mr. Heale, and a midwife.

Have you been below deck, Mr. Martin?

I have not.

'Tis vile.

Mayflower was never meant to carry passengers.

'Tis a cargo ship meant for wine and woolens, not women and children.

We all must make do.

A hundred and two souls crammed in a hold meant for hogsheads of butter and beer.

'Tis a filthy, stinking kennel.

It's fit for a bitch to birth a litter, but not a woman to have her baby.

I hope all goes well.

You better hope so.

Hopkins and his wife expected this baby

to be born in Virginia, not at sea.

What has that to do with me?

Do you know nothing of the men

your company have contracted for this settlement?

Only yourself, Mr. Standish,

due to the endless self-aggrandizing tales of your time in battle.

It's Captain Standish, Mr. Martin.

And while I have killed men in the field of battle,

it's not me with whom you should be concerned.

Huh? Huh?

He knows nothing of the soon-to-be father down below.

The Captain here was... was even reluctant to let him on the ship.

Why is that?

Well, because Stephen Hopkins is a notorious hothead.

He led a mutiny in Bermuda.

Sentenced to hang. Cheated the gallows.

Somehow talked his way out of it.

Well, if the Captain saw fit to allow him on the ship,

I'm sure we have nothing to fear.

Well, the Captain here will not held be held responsible for the...

for the endless delays

that have resulted in this baby being born at sea in squalid conditions.

No, that rests solely on you and the Merchants Company.

If aught goes awry with his wife and child,

Hopkins will know damn well who to blame.

(ELIZABETH GROANING)

Is she going to die?

Our mother did...

when she had you.

Hush! That's not fair.

It was not your brother's fault.

Your mother succumbed to an unseen weakness.

Your stepmother is stronger than she was. She's not going to die.

(GROANING CONTINUES)

-It's okay. -You're doing so well. Just breathe.

It's okay. Almost.

There you go. It's all right. You're almost there.

Yes, yes!

That's it!

-Oh. -(LAUGHING)

Oh, yes.

-Very good. -MRS. CARVER: That's it.

(BABY CRYING)

(LAUGHING)

The baby lives.

That is good news indeed.

It's a boy.

Here you go.

Stephen Hopkins!

You see?

I told you your stepmother was strong.

(LAUGHS)

-(LOUD THUD) -(SCREAMING)

WOMAN: Hold on! Hold on!

Put it right there! That's it.

What's happened, Mr. Alden?

It's fractured, Captain.

If it cracks completely, this ship will founder and break apart.

I'll do what I can, but I don't have the means to fix it proper.

Well, what is it you need, Mr. Alden, to make this repair?

Something to hold it in place long enough to bind it.

We have our screw jacks for building houses. Will that help?

It's worth a try. Will you go and fetch it?

We cannot do that.

This ship will sink.

It is the Sabbath, sir. We cannot work.

Lord, grant me patience!

Show me where it is, I'll fetch the damned thing myself.

-Will it hold? -For now.

But it will require more repair than this.

Well done, Mr. Alden. Well done.

We were meant to land at the mouth of the Hudson,

the northernmost part of Virginia.

Yes, where we have the patent for our colony.

Now, we're on course to here, Cape James.

And with the broken beam and the weather,

it's likely that this is as far as we'll get this winter.

We cannot plant our colony wheresoever we please. You heard Captain Jones. We cannot reach Virginia.

But we have a place in Virginia.

If God sees fit to deliver us further north to this shore,

then maybe this is where he intends for us to make our plantation.

And perhaps he's right.

Over there, we are no longer bound into previous agreements.

Mr. Hopkins, this is not the time to do this.

Everyone knows your history, sir.

And though you are a notorious mutineer,

you remain under contract no matter where we land.

Oh, I beg to differ.

We are bound together in this venture, Mr. Hopkins,

your people and ours.

We need to make a common cause for a better life for all of us.

Common cause? With us?

With those that you call strangers?

We mean no offense by it. -(SCOFFS) -The hell, you don't.

Mr. Martin, will the Merchant Adventurers Company

honor our claim to this new territory? I cannot say.

We will only know that once the Mayflower returns to England

and a fresh ship arrives to replenish the colony.

A year from now.

'Tis too risky.

What if the Crown evicts us then? All our toil will have been for naught.

Our situation has changed entirely. We will need a new agreement.

I cannot negotiate a new contract on behalf of the company.

Not with the company, sir. Between us.

Every man, saint and stranger. Even the servants.

What do the servants got to do with this?

Because they will share the risk of settling in unknown territory.

I propose a compact that pledges our fealty to the Crown,

establishes our claim to these new lands and establishes our governance therein,

and by which we shall all be bound.

Aye. Aye.

Mr. Hopkins.

Does it suit you?

It is certain.

Bound together.

Captain Jones,

how many days are we from land?

I cannot say exact.

We haven't had a clear night sky or seen a star since setting sail.

I can only make a run for it.

So,

will you sign it?

For a clean start, I will sign it, yes.

I mean, the compact will only govern conduct amongst ourselves.

As far as I'm concerned, we're on our own.

On our own in unsettled land.

Yes.

So you alone will defend us against the savages?

I assure you,

I will protect my family, as I always have.

You assured me that this baby would be born in Virginia.

(CHUCKLES)

Do you trust me?

I need to know. I need to hear it.

I need to hear it from your lips.

Do you trust me?

Yes.

MAN 1: Man overboard!

MAN 2: Man overboard!

HOWLAND: Help!

Help! Help!

What happened? Who's gone over?

John Howland. Carver's man.

(HOWLAND COUGHING)

Help!

Got him.

(COUGHING)

Hey, serves him right, wandering the deck during a storm.

'Tis a shame, I thought for sure you'd be the first to go.

You are a despicable man, Mr. Oates!

(COUGHING)

You're okay, Mr. Howland?

Yes.

The just hand of God was upon our brother and servant, John Howland, that night.

The just hand of God reached into the depths

and pulled him from a certain death.

We do not know why--

The just hand of God has also touched another,

a proud and profane young man.

Mr. Oates.

It pleased him to smite this young man with a grievous disease...

from which he died in a desperate manner.

We do not question the will of God.

Let us pray for this young man.

(WINGS FLUTTERING)

MAN 1: Land ho!

MAN 2: Aweigh the anchor!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Dorothy, we made it. Look what the Lord hath brought.

BRADFORD: Having undertaken for the glory of God

and the advancement of the Christian faith

and honor of our king and country,

a voyage to plant the first colony in the northern parts of Virginia,

in the presence of God and one another,

covenant and combine ourselves together

in a civil body politic,

unto which we promise all due submission and obedience.

In witness whereof we have hereunto subscribed our names at Cape Cod.

The 11th of November.

In the year of the reign of our sovereign Lord, King James,

1620.

You could anchor a thousand ships in this harbor.

(SPEAKING LOCAL LANGUAGE)

Any sign of them yet? Who, sir?

Savages. The damned savages.

'Tis said the savages flay their captives alive

with the sharp-edged shells of fishes.

Hush, now.

And roast their tender parts and eat them with great delight,

so my husband tells me, and he should know.

He had much contact with them in Jamestown.

Stop that foolish talk.

No harm will come to our men.

MAN: Two, three, ho!

Two, three, ho!

Ho!

O blessed God of heaven,

who has brought us over the vast and furious ocean

and delivered us from all the perils and miseries thereof,

we give to You our hearts and our hands this day.

We dedicate ourselves to Your work.

Fresh water!

A steady stream!

Gather the barrels!

(LAUGHING)

Look at this. They're everywhere.

(LAUGHING)

We've done it, John. God willing, we've done it.

Indeed we have.

Let's be thankful when we've made it back alive.

Till then, we move quickly.

Gather what you can!

But for your own preservation, do not leave my sight.

MAN: Gather quickly.

Mrs. Bradford? Mistress Carver is indisposed,

and wonders if you'd keep young Jasper

for a few hours until she's feeling more herself.

Of course.

Have you eaten today?

Come on then, let's get you a biscuit.

I wish there were more.

'Tis good.

You know, I have a little boy, too.

-Where is he? -With my parents.

We thought him too young to come.

He is only three.

My sister Mary is four.

Will you send for him when he is four?

I hope so.

My parents will send for me.

At least, our mother will.

Elinore says our father does not want us anymore.

MAN: They've returned with bounty.

(EXCITED CHATTERING)

There's plenty for all.

WOMAN: We're gonna eat tonight.

Come here.

There is food, water and natural bounty.

'Tis a new world for sure, all there for the taking.

Is it safe for settlement?

I would not go as far as to call it safe.

But in time, I can make it so.

Well, there's plenty of other shrimp out there from which you can make an army.

At the very least, the savages won't see us coming.

(LAUGHING)

-Husband, we are desperate to wash and bathe. Even a little. -Elizabeth--

WINSLOW: Captain, what say you?

I think given what these women have endured,

any kind of bath would be welcome.

WINSLOW: Hear, hear.

(LAUGHING)

Did you hear that?

What?

I thought a child in the woods.

'Tis the wind, dear.

(GASPING)

What is it? What is it?

He's not breathing.

John. I saw him. He's dead. (CRYING)

-It's just a dream. -No.

-Come now. -He was an infant.

He was frozen to the touch.

I knew his face.

-It was just a dream, an infernal dream. -No.

-John is well. -Well, how can you know?

Because I know.

How? He's thousands of miles away.

Because I trust that God wants for us to be a family again.

What if God wills something else?

What if my dream is true?

Your dream is nothing but a dream.

Soon, I will go ashore.

I will find a place for us to settle, and we will make our home,

and we will send for our son. You have my word.

Be quick about it.

We must settle on a place to build before dark.

Why do the savages not show themselves?

Perhaps because they are not here.

Surprising, Mr. Bradford, Mr. Winslow,

that you of all people cannot smell them.

How is that, sir?

The savages, they stink

of bear grease and pitch and rotted earth.

The Devil himself.

Your nose must be more familiar with infernal odors than ours, Mr. Hopkins.

Well, of course.

I have been abroad in the world, seeking my fortune,

not hiding in Holland, up with my Bible.

You go too far, sir.

My manners are crude.

I mean only to say that you have not soldiered, any of you.

WINSLOW: No, we've not soldiered, sir.

Nor have we stood trial for mutiny.

Calm. There is no need now for this disputation.

We move on.

We need to find a place for settlement.

You smell them still, Mr. Hopkins?

I have it in my nostrils. They are all around us.

There's no life here.

Nonetheless, keep your eyes sharp.

Have you found something?

HOPKINS: Yes.

Tell me this, Mr. Bradford.

Do you smell it now?

(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)

We must inform... Massasoit.

This desecration is unwise.

We should not ransack their sepulchers.

These people aren't Christians.

Therefore, there's no desecration.

(LAUGHING)

Indian corn. A godsend.

Wait.

It is most likely seed corn for planting come spring.

But the village is abandoned.

What if it is not? But we are starving, man!

What if they plan to return?

We have stolen their very sustenance and disturbed their graves.

Well, surely we were meant to find this, were we not?

All part of God's plan?

No doubt. The question is, are we meant to take it?

You are far too subtle for me, sir.

God is testing us.

God is blessing us.

He keeps us from starving.

Ha! And look, we're not the only people who take things,

unless you think these savages have learned how to forge iron.

We could offer them full recompense. We have beads and truck on the ship.

Yes, but nothing with us.

Whilst you debate, I fear we are being watched.

Hmm?

We will return, William, and provide them full satisfaction.

Very well, make haste.

(HOOTING)

(HOOTING)

(HOOTING)

Standish.

Move for the shore!

Move, men, move, run!

(YELLING)

(ARROWS WHIZZING)

MAN: Run! Run!

Run! Run!

(YELLING)

-Musket. -Yes, sir.

STANDISH: Hopkins!

(YELLING CONTINUES)

Ready your weapons!

Winslow!

MAN: Push off. Push off.

Push. Push.

God's design, Mr. Bradford?

God's design, Mr. Hopkins.

And by God's grace, we survive.

Fire.

You could've been killed.

Yes, but I wasn't.

Not today.

But how can we settle in a land teeming with savages?

They had every reason to bring us harm.

It was bad business taking their corn.

Then why did you do it?

-Because we are starving. -Well, I will have none of it.

Dorothy!

But it is here.

And God willing, it will help Jasper.

I hope you're hungry.

I've brought you something warm and delicious.

Come, eat.

This will warm you.

Mama?

(SOBBING)

May I sit with you?

He was a sweet child.

He suffered for the sins of others.

And now he's gone to join his Heavenly Father.

He most certainly has.

William...

what if we never see our son again?

What if he is dead?

How would we know? We wouldn't, would we? Not for years.

John is fine.

Watched over by God and your mother.

A most formidable pair.

Be of good cheer.

I shall return to thee soon with glad tidings of our new home.

Must you go this time?

I go for us.

It will be a few days at most, God willing.

Please come back soon.

Yes, as soon as I can.

I smell your brimstone, Mr. Hopkins.

As do I.

(CRACKING)

Dear God in heaven! Something monstrous has happened here.

Satan's work.

Or God's.

How so God's work, sir?

The Devil holds sway in this new world, does he not?

It would seem so.

HOPKINS: Very well.

If we are part of God's plan to conquer Satan...

Then he has done our work for us.

Exactly so.

Everything is part of God's design, is it not?

God's design or not, this place is not fit for settlement. On we go.

Will it serve, Captain?

'Tis a natural fortress. Easily defendable.

It's already cleared by the savages.

If this place is another burial site, we should not disturb it.

We should find another place.

I see no bones, no graves.

This is where God intends for us to be.

And what makes you so certain, Mr. Bradford?

My faith, Mr. Hopkins.

God is guiding us, every step, every turn.

And he led us to a spot that serves all our needs, does it not?

Yes, I suppose it does.

Are we resolved then?

-Aye. -Aye.

-Aye. -Aye.

-Aye. -Aye.

What shall we call it then, this place?

Well, Mr. Bradford seems so certain this is God's will, let him name it.

New Plymouth.

We shall call our colony New Plymouth.

(THUNDER RUMBLING IN DISTANCE)

(SHIVERING)

This is senseless. It offers no protection.

You're welcome to wait outside, Mr. Bradford.

Or pray for the rain to cease. (LAUGHS)

Friends, please.

We have found a home we will share.

And will there become a time when you will cease making fun?

Unlikely, my friend.

We should make for the shallop, get back to the ship.

We have much to share.

I would not advise walking these woods at night.

We'll get back soon enough.

(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)

They desecrated our graves

and stole our corn.

What should I do?

Attack them this night.

Trap them on that beach.

Burn their small boat,

slaughter them.

Then the others will leave.

They have women and children. If they don't leave?

We've started a war.

More may come for revenge.

What would you advise?

Attack them now.

While we can.

Drive them away before other ships come with more settlers.

Discourage them.

Send them elsewhere.

(THUNDER CRASHING)

Mistress?

Any sign of them?

As I said before, I'll alert you, first thing.

And I asked you already this night.

They won't return tonight, not in this weather.

But surely in the morning.

In the morning, you say.

Yes.

In the meantime, I'd advise you get out of this rain.

It's fresh air I need.

Fresh, clean air.

(SOBBING)

(LAUGHING) We have found it.

Where we shall plant our colony.

What has happened?

Where's my wife?

William.

What... Why is she not here?

It has pleased God to take her home.

She slipped over the side last night.

How can that be?

The deck was icy, sir.

But you saw it?

I spoke to her just before.

(CRYING) What was she doing on deck?

ALDEN: Awaiting your return.

(SOBBING)

(SINGING HYMN INDISTINCTLY)

Why do they not sing?

They do not celebrate Christmas.

It's not found in the Scriptures, they say.

Isn't it?

I myself have not made a study of the matter.

Damned nonsense. Of course it is.

Not celebrate our savior's birth?

What kind of Christians are they?

Hardheaded.

(GRUNTS)

Thank you.

'Tis hard work.

'Tis God's work.

You still believe, do you?

God's will and all? Without belief, sir...

I'd have nothing.

(HOOTING)

Get the women and children inside now!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE) Wematin!

Wematin.

Wematin! Why are you here? It has been only five days.

Your time with the land is not yet complete.

Yes, father. But I saw something.

Learn to confront your fear, boy.

This is your time to strengthen.

Let him speak, Hobbamock.

There are many. The white men from the ocean.

I marked them as they moved.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE) Women, children and beasts.

They come to stay.

Misery and pain follows them.

We must drive them into the sea.

Perhaps they come to dwell. Not to fight.

Perhaps they come to do both.

Canonicus of Narragansett,

we are honored that you traveled so far to join this gathering.

Canacum of Manomet,

Aspinet of Nauset,

Wituwamut of the Massachusett.

Let us discuss the strangers in our midst.

In your midst.

We should all share concern.

The very day they arrived, they raided our corn stores.

It is possible they were hungry.

They are thieves.

When the English came, my people suffered greatly.

Many were taken and enslaved.

They don't just take.

They bring angry gods,

gods who spread sickness among our people.

It's no mystery that the sickness preys upon the weak.

Now, your diminished numbers have left you weaker still.

Especially you, Massasoit.

Perhaps, but resolved and defiant.

Defiant? Alone?

Surely you need protection.

Is that not why you've invited me here today?

I would protect you all against the English.

In return, the Narragansett will require allegiance from all of you.

You mean tribute.

We already do.

Now you may pay more.

We trade in food, we trade in tools.

Today, we trade in protection.

I offer assurances that if the English wage war on any of your tribes,

the Narragansett will come to your aid.

There will be no additional tribute.

(SIGHS)

The other Sachems are concerned.

We haven't the numbers to risk going it alone.

He wants us to cower before him. He seeks power over us, not the English.

Yet now we have no ally!

The English are too hungry to attack now.

We wait for winter to thin them out. Then we can act accordingly.

What if they bring sickness to us first?

You saw how it ravaged Patuxet.

Everyone gone.

Not all gone.

No... No, Massasoit. Squanto is in our midst.

He speaks their language and understands their ways.

I caution this.

Squanto is a lifelong slave to the white man.

He is not to be trusted.

It is my decision!

(CROWS CAWING)

We have so many ashore now.

This must be near the last trip.

-We have much to build. -Aye.

Sickness abounds aboard the ship.

A floating damnation, it is.

These are our brothers and sisters in Christ.

They deserve not a sailor's fate, but a burial befitting children of God.

Goodwife Allerton there.

Poor Isaac is surfeited with grief.

These two are together.

Mullins. Priscilla?

No, mother and father. Priscilla lives.

The second More child.

Elinore.

Eight years of age.

CARVER: Here lies the main thoroughfare.

This, the common house, and farmland twixt the households.

The houses rise too slowly, Carver.

Many lay abandoned in their early stages, their builders just taken ill.

Everyone, save the crew, has left the Mayflower.

If we don't accommodate with more housing soon,

we will freeze to death.

We can't continue to pile in the common house,

lest the sickness spread.

How many are we this day?

Breathing or with the Lord?

We are all with the Lord here, Billington.

A head count of the living, if you please, Mr. Winslow.

Fifty-nine, this morning.

BILLINGTON: Might wait an hour, before committing to a number.

There will surely either be fewer houses needed

or fewer hands to build them.

We go by families then.

Yes. Yes. Good, thank you, William.

A household will comprise of a woman, children in her care and husband.

Oh, good, every man for himself. That's what I've been saying all along.

Not quite. It's true we work harder when we work for ourselves,

but not by ourselves.

Perhaps the men, then, those without a wife,

uh, could be distributed amongst them.

Yes, balance the help.

Carver.

Of the living, our women number only nine.

Nine homes to start, then.

Seven.

Very well, seven to start. We grow from there.

(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE) Why do you sneak about?

I've no need to sneak.

Berries don't startle easily.

You lost my kill.

That rabbit?

Tell me, boy, why train your arrow on such a hard target...

...when there lies an easy one

at your feet?

Steady and true...

Wematin!

Go.

Massasoit would see you, Squanto.

You've lived here for months, Squanto.

Our people--

Your people.

Is it true, Squanto, your land is Patuxet,

but now we have

a common stranger.

Will they attack?

Englishmen need not attack your people to hurt them.

The sickness.

So we must strike hard and fast.

Even an unkillable warrior as yourself,

Hobbamock, must yield to their plague.

They have it in large barrels.

Hidden within their homes.

Then they do not come in peace.

They come to live, Massasoit.

To build a new England.

They bring their weapon as we bring our bows wherever we may go.

In your years across the ocean, did you not learn their ways?

What do they want?

I could speak to them, and know their purpose.

Would you tell it true?

As it is spoken.

What is spoken and what is heard are often not the same.

I would interpret their motives.

And who, Squanto, will interpret yours?

No, we will wait.

(GRUNTING)

HOPKINS: The forest watches us, gentlemen.

Watching us starve.

Freeze.

(SCREAMING) Die!

(PEOPLE COUGHING)

I love you.

(SOBBING) No.

No, no, no...

There now.

They're all I have.

Not so.

Mr. Carver and I shall watch over you. You will not be alone, dear girl.

I promise you.

(WAILING)

Mr. Bradford, you are not well.

-Come and rest. -I'm fine, Mrs. White.

Please, tend to those who need it most.

Where's the war, gentlemen?

In our hearts, Captain Standish.

In our hearts. 'Tis noble work you do here.

A musket comes more natural.

To that end, Mr. Billington has offered to teach me and my attending to hunt.

The broth for the sick runs thin. It could benefit from fresh game.

I did not authorize this.

I beg your pardon?

Carver is governor, Standish. Don't need your say so.

Yes, well, as captain of the military, I keep the armory.

You've taken those muskets, without my approval.

This is my musket.

Yeah, well, you're still short of three.

Not as short as some.

CARVER: Please, gentlemen,

Mr. Howland and I are in need of instruction.

Might we tempt you to join the excursion,

so that you may supervise our handling of the weapons?

Yeah, I could be tempted.

Good, then. Might even learn something.

Take your perches, boy.

So, with a comfortable blind and a clear vantage, now, take your shot.

Load it into the pan. Close it, then.

Now, the musket ball.

Take the scouring stick, reverse it.

Reverse it, scour down your charge.

Now, take your perches, gentlemen.

Billington, they need to place their match cord.

I was testing them.

Of course.

All right, match cord, place into the hose.

CARVER: Such as this?

STANDISH: That's right. Push it harder.

Go ahead, give it a little blow.

Okay, that's it.

Good, yeah.

(GUNSHOT)

(CACKLING)

Billington!

BILLINGTON: Fetch it, boy.

The Lord blesses us with supper!

For one of us at least.

I beg your pardon? Like you said,

we all work harder when we work for ourselves.

A hearty supper we will have.

Same goes for you, boy.

You want a hearty supper, you kill it yourself.

Billington, you are a knave of the first order.

Self-serving is one thing, but to deny your own child?

You disgust me!

I don't look to impress you, Standish.

And I'll raise my boys any way I see fit--

Careful, Billington. Of five muskets here, yours is the only one that's fired.

Take heed!

Do you threaten me?

(HOOTING)

Shh.

(HOOTING)

Run, run!

BILLINGTON: Move it, boy.

Quick!

STANDISH: Almost there!

MAN: The savages are coming!

STANDISH: Run!

-They're coming. -CARVER: The savages are coming!

BRADFORD: Oh, Lord! Put the crosses inside.

Positions!

Ready the cannon!

Get the women and children in the common house and keep them calm.

(CLAMORING)

(YELLING)

(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE) The English?

No.

(CLAMORING)

(GROANING)

(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)

(GRUNTING)

Canonicus!! It need not come to this.

This is the outcome you chose.

We live in peace, Canonicus.

For what reason do we have war now?

If this were war, you should not be standing.

This is tribute. Tribute which I am rightly owed.

We already pay you tribute.

We don't want protection, nor will we fear you.

Look around.

You already fear me.

And the English will too.

You will need me.

I'd rather die fighting against the English.

(DISTANT GUNSHOT)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

It sounds like you'll get your wish.

(SPEAKING LOCAL LANGUAGE)

(YELLING)

CARVER: Standish, wait. Look.

The savages scorch the earth.

They shriek and scream worse than an Irish banshee.

Fills a man's mind with hellish visions.

It's exactly what they mean to do.

Will they move to attack us?

I'll wager they will when they feel ready.

For now, they'll just test our mettle wherever they may.

STANDISH: Our mettle is sound.

It's our numbers that worry me.

Half the colony is dying, the whole of us starving.

Might we implore Captain Jones to aid in our defense?

Jones would sooner boil soup in a chamber pot

than surrender his men to aid in our purpose.

No, we're alone in this.

(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE) I should have foreseen this.

It is telling.

How they feared the sounds.

What are you thinking then?

We could consider another path.

No. Don't ally to the English.

The great noises we heard may not have been for us.

It is worth some discussion.

Only Squanto speaks their tongue. He cannot be trusted.

What of the people of Monhegan?

The English fish there.

Samoset calls some friends.

Ah.

Then let me fetch him that he may be our emissary.

Go.

The winter has yet to do its worst, I fear.

You are pale, to be sure.

Have you eaten today?

This will be my first sustenance, thank God.

Truly, you are the hand of an angel to tend so to the sick.

But you must not neglect yourself. Do you hear me?

-Aye. -Aye.

Standish will have us sitting watch each night.

You know, that will be the way going...

Elizabeth.

Elizabeth.

(SNIFFLES)

Is it worth it?

All this starvation?

The anguish?

God tests us further than I can sustain.

God doles out hardship only to those with faith strong enough to withstand it.

Perhaps he's mistaken me for someone stronger.

Let's get you some water.

This new world's water runs clean,

but it sits not well with me.

Come then, let's find you sustenance.

Beer?

Would that we had any left.

Many lives might be spared yet.

Goddamn Captain Jones to hell for his sin of gluttony.

A bounty of ale he holds in the belly of that ship.

Perhaps we can find something to barter with him.

We bring provisions, sirs.

'Tis a humble offer we set before you,

but it's all we have to compensate for what we ask of you.

'Tis humble indeed.

What would you ask?

Our numbers dwindle.

Many are sick and starving and would benefit from hearty drink.

Come for our beer, have you?

BRADFORD: Only so much as you might spare.

This here isn't worth us sparing a drop.

Were you my own father, you should have none.

Captain, 'tis you who commands.

Please, our children are dying.

Look around you, holy man.

We're dying.

This misery is our recompense for bearing you people across the sea.

And as it stands, if we were to part with our provisions now,

we would not have enough for our return journey.

I beg of you, sir.

Death and starvation do not discriminate.

But I must.

Here are more from goodwife Carver.

There.

Is it not a woman's work you do, Mr. Alden?

ALDEN: I beg your pardon?

Washing linens, preparing broth.

Aye.

Woman's work.

Well, I aim to help where I may, Miss Mullins.

Surely, an able-bodied man as yourself would be better suited

thatching a roof or the like.

If it comes to it that a roof needs thatching, I'll be there.

A gust of wind cleared a space in our roof last night.

Oh.

I shall see to it.

MAN: Savages! Savages are here!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

FRANCIS: Mr. Carver!

The savages are coming!

Where are the rest of them?

Likely a diversion.

Welcome, Englishmen.

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

-Off! -Here.

Peas. Green English peas.

(SNIFFS)

Try it.

I am Governor Carver.

You speak English?

English, yes.

Samoset.

CARVER: Samoset.

Ah.

You live in these woods?

Samoset live up far north.

Monhegan.

He's not even from these parts.

Who taunts us week after week here? Who's watching from the forest?

Easy, Hopkins. You'll frighten him.

CARVER: Are there others who would do us harm?

Who are our neighbors?

English here.

Patuxet.

This Pokanoket.

King Massasoit.

Massa...

SAMOSET: Massasoit.

Massasoit.

This Nauset.

King Aspinet.

His people, you steal corn.

CARVER: Ah! Uh...

You take corn. Not good.

Yes, we knew it to be wrong.

I'd do it again.

There for the taking.

I go.

I'd say his demeanor impressed.

Aye.

Easily the most civilized savage there ever was.

WINSLOW: Did it not vex you, Mr. Standish, his knowledge of the corn?

It was wrong to take it.

We'd have starved otherwise.

WINSLOW: We're starving still.

What's done is done.

We shall seek out those whose corn we took and offer restitution.

Surely, he must have been cold.

Do not marvel at that man's garb.

Do not marvel at his language. Do not marvel at his demeanor.

That man was not here to taste our vittles.

That man was here today for a single purpose.

To count us...

To count our dead, count our living.

That man was a scout.

Surely, no hostile would initiate by breaking bread.

Let not your godly naivete cloud your judgment, sir.

You see it as breaking bread.

In actuality, he was sampling the meagerness of our sustenance.

They know our numbers diminish.

HOPKINS: That is why they've waited so long to show themselves.

FRANCIS: They've been waiting for us to starve.

And now we have been counted.

We have been weighed. We have been measured.

Lord knows what follows next.

(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE) Their dwellings are large, yet simple.

They fed me. Yet the people look hungry and sickly.

Did you mark many warriors?

Few, but their warriors had muskets.

Do they come in peace?

They smiled at me as friends.

But there are hostiles among them.

Some with angry eyes.

If Massasoit would attack, the time is now.

The weather is warming.

We strike in two days.

We've positioned all able-bodied men at the posts you've designated,

but there remain gaps.

No gaps. They expect our numbers to be diminutive.

We must manufacture a presence.

Aye. We must make use of all bodies, able or not.

BILLINGTON: Gun, boy.

Here you are, Mr. Martin.

Surely he will die if we leave him out here.

He will die regardless.

Come, boy.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE) Will you not fight?

Attacking the English will solve nothing.

Do not provoke them.

We cannot wait.

They are hungry, Massasoit. We could teach them to farm.

Give them strength that we might harness it against the Narragansett.

I cannot risk the extinction of my people.

I truly know the plague.

It haunts me always.

Yet I have no fear of helping them.

You do not fear the plague?

That killed my people?

That killed your people?

Then it is you who shall lead the charge and give the signal.

(CLANGING)

Women and children within!

Men, to your posts!

Move! Move! Move!

Move! Move!

Steady!

Steady, I say!

What is he doing?

A foul omen! Mark him! He brings an evil omen upon us.

I am Squanto.

The last of my people in Patuxet.

Mark the earth where I plant these fish.

In this spot will your corn now grow.

You are hungry,

and the great Massasoit of the Pokanoket would feed you,

teach you to feed yourselves.

We, the people of the first light, come as friends.

We? Of whom do you speak?

In the name of our own King James of England,

we welcome you, King Massasoit.

(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE) They welcome you on behalf of their king.

How do they welcome us to a place that is already our own?

Massasoit is honored.

Very good, then.

We would like to present to you with some gifts.

Yes.

First, two knives comprised of fine steel

with ornate design as a symbol of strength, a symbol of trust.

(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE)

And these...

Beautiful copper chains of great worth. Made of copper.

(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE) Why amid the ceremony do they have weapons?

We shed ours yet they hold theirs tightly

in one hand and extend the other.

Massasoit and his warriors have set down their bows as you requested.

They ask why you still carry your muskets.

This is our territory.

You do not come into my house and tell me what I may or may not do.

Let but a few of us sit and converse

that we might settle on a more formal agreement, hmm?

(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE) They fear you, Massasoit.

Too much to put their weapons aside.

They would arrange an agreement with you. A promise.

"That neither he nor any of his should do hurt to any of our people.

That if any of his did hurt to any of ours,

he should send the offender that we might punish him.

If any did unjustly war against him, we should aid him.

If any did war against us, he should aid us."

Yes.

Mr. Howland, bottle of aqua vitae that our guest may drink.

Settled then. You are welcome here as friends.

(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE) This is an arrangement not only with the English...

but with you.

Massasoit is greatly honored.

Oh.

(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE) You've done well, Squanto.

We may have peace with the English after all.

Stay with them in their Plymouth.

Show them how to live and strengthen our alliance.

I believe this is wise, Massasoit.

It shall be done.

Squanto will watch the English.

And who will watch him?

You, Hobbamock.

SQUANTO: These are family.

Beans, corn, and squash.

We plant them together as one.

Corn, she is strong and tall.

She helps bean by allowing her to grow up her stock.

Bean gives corn the nutrients she needs to grow healthy.

Squash, her large leaves help keep the soil moist

and prevent weeds from growing.

For months, we struggled to catch a single eel.

Squanto trods into the shallow lagoon and emerges with a bundle.

Oi, Hear, hear.

Hasn't been a meal like this since we boarded the Mayflower.

Have they no food on the ship?

Not like this.

(CHUCKLING)

Maybe they'll trade with you now, eh, Bradford?

(CHUCKLING)

You.

You are the warrior of the group? Hmm?

Quiet even in his own tongue.

(SPEAKING NATIVE LANGUAGE) He asks why you do not speak.

(SPEAKING LOCAL LANGUAGE)

He says you wouldn't understand.

(LAUGHING)

(COUGHING)

-Where is everyone? -Half our crew is gone.

Sickness and hunger caught up with us by winter's end.

We bring food and fresh water.

Oh.

Who... Who is it?

Illness has taken his sight, I'm afraid.

'Tis a friend.

Here, drink.

We shouldn't be here.

Shouldn't have come.

It has been the Lord's path for us.

Us, you.

A floating coffin.

I know you, friend.

And I know you.

(HAMMERING)

You must drink, Mr. Winslow.

The sun will take its toll.

Yes, it will.

Um...

Here.

Thank you.

Will you take more?

Yes.

Thank you.

HOWLAND: Winslow!

Master, Master Carver.

Help!

Just when we thought we got the best of death, you succumb.

(SCOFFS)

My master.

Now alone, I fear my purpose has died along with the man I served for so long.

Not so, Mr. Howland.

It is the service of the divine

that gives us both purpose and salvation.

The Carvers took me in when my family passed.

Now, they are both gone.

And I am alone again.

But I have the Lord, and so have I purpose.

Everyone else can vanish in an instant, but He is constant.

That He is.

Hello. Hello.

Bring you news that you linger so?

The other English would make you governor of this place.

They send you to tell me this?

No, but it is I who finds you here.

I've seen you many times at this place. Ever resourceful, Squanto.

You have been invaluable to us.

Do you long for your home?

I long to see my son again.

This sea that stands between us

is the same water that took my wife from me.

I shall never cross it again.

No, I do not long for my home.

I am home.

Yet here you are alone.

As long as I have the Lord by my side, I shall never be alone in this life.

Is the Lord with you now?

Four times have I crossed this ocean.

Not once by choice.

In my time away, I felt great sadness being alone.

A stranger in a new world.

With great joy, I finally returned.

Only then did I truly learn what it is to be alone.

I sat, not far from this place,

and wept into the waters that carried me so far away.

That day, I longed for my home.

Yet, I was already home.

That's the last of it, Mr. Jones. All we can spare till next month.

There's no need to spare again.

We set sail in three days.

Three days, you say?

The crew are in good health, middling spirit, the weather is fair.

Time to go home.

Well, then may God be with you on your journey.

We have room aboard for any of you who wish to return with us.

You helped us in our time of need, we would extend a hand the same.

Our place is here.

And what of those of you who are not propelled by the divine?

This is a chance to escape the anguish of this bay.

There's no shame in surviving.

Speak to your women before committing to this foreign land.

Think about it, men.

We could use you in particular, Mr. Alden.

Anxious to leave us, are you?

Just returning, I am.

Mr. Hopkins said you'd be departing with the ship to England.

Aye. Yes.

So?

So?

Are you anxious to leave us, then?

They have use for me. Jones wants me.

(SIGHS)

Anxious to leave, I am not.

You would go where you be wanted.

Aye.

Where you be needed. Aye.

Then 'tis worth saying you might be both those things here in Plymouth.

Both those things being?

Wanted.

And?

Needed.

BRADFORD: After a trying winter,

when these two God-fearing fixtures in our community

endured loss of their beloveds,

a period of renewal is now upon us.

In the civil union of Edward Winslow and Susanna White,

we find a moving lesson in faith.

Faith in the Lord.

And faith in each other.

We came here for different purposes, but we've established a certain bond

which I suspect is now unshakable.

And so may it be with this most intimate bond

between Susanna White and Edward Winslow.

So may it be with the bond between us and the neighboring peoples.

And so, let us now look upon this new season

with the utmost determination and faith.

(EXCLAIMING)

Squanto, is this man familiar to you?

(SPEAKING LOCAL LANGUAGE)

Well, spit it out, man, what says he?

They have taken a boy.

They have taken a boy from this village.

Who does this? Who does this?

Who does this?

Aspinet, leader of the Nauset.

He sends a message with this man. The English stole corn from their stores.

You took from them. Now, they have taken from you.

No!