All language subtitles for Hawaii.1966.720p.BluRay.x264-[YTS.AG]

Ever since our
island people could remember,

Bora Bora had been
the home of the gods.

Home of Kanaloa,
king of the underworld...

Of Pele, the little mother
of volcanoes...

Of Ta'aora,
God of the ocean waters,

God of the winds and the storms,

of Mano the shark,
who guided his children

through secret pathways
of the sea, when they were lost,

and of great Kane, Father of the
universe and all that lived therein.

And so it remained
until in the days of Kanakoa the king

there came upon
the people of this island

the most terrible
anguish that can afflict the spirit of man.

A time when the gods
began to change.

For in that day
there arose a new god

whose appetite
for human sacrifice

heaped the altars high
with his dead.

Oro. Oro whose eyes
were the eyes of death.

So King Kanakoa
called together his people and said,

"This new god, this Oro,
is a god of vengeance and wrath."

"Let us run away from him."

The state canoe of Bora Bora
was the swiftest vessel

in all the oceans of the world.

They filled it
with roots and seeds to plant in a new land

which, legend told them,
lay far to the north.

From its holy place
they took the sacred stone,

the image of gentle Kane,

and guided by Mano the shark,

set out through uncharted
seas towards the unknown,

until at last they approached
the shores of a land

never seen before
by the eyes of men,

the glowing land
that was Hawaii.

For over
30 generations they lived in that land,

remote from the rest
of the world,

content in the
worship of Kane, until you came,

and my people
found themselves once more in a time

when the gods were changing.

You who have trained
for your ministries here at Yale College,

and only yesterday
received your diplomas,

cannot begin to imagine
what that can do to the human soul.

Even the Reverend
Dr. Thorn finds it unbelievable

that only 43 years ago, when the English
Captain Cook arrived in Hawaii,

my brothers stood
for the first time

face to face
with a Christian world

whose existence they had
never even dreamt of.

We beheld your weapons,
your tall ships,

your way with books and numbers,

and we could not doubt
the greatness of your Christian God.

In less than one generation
we leveled our temples,

burnt our pagan idols,

and stood like waiting children

for the revelation
you promised to send us.

But instead of
sending God's words,

you sent adventurers
to steal our lands.

Pestilence to ravage
our country sides,

strong drink to devour
the manhood of our sons,

and devils in the shape of
whalers to despoil our daughters

and cast them aside
like little wounded animals.

To die in torment
of that disease for which we had no name

until you came.

We hunger for the word of God.

Yet in the four years
I've lived among you,

no one yet has said to me,
"Keoki Kanakoa,".

"I will go with you
to Hawaii to save the souls of your people."

I am coming, I am coming!

- It's past 3:00.
- I'm sorry, Reverend Thorn.

You said the lists
were closing tonight, and Brother Hale and I

decided to volunteer for Hawaii.

You have? Come on in.

Why did you not
stand forth with the others

at a more appropriate hour?

I wasn't sure of
my worthiness, sir.

I asked Brother Whipple to stay with
me and pray for God's direction.

I assume the Lord
has spoken to you again?

He has, sir.

When Prince Keoki spoke tonight,

I heard the voice of God
commanding me to go to Hawaii

and bring his word
to the heathen.

It was even clearer
than the personal revelation

I experienced when
I was only 15,

- that mystical...
- Yes, I remember.

I am very pleased that
you are volunteering, Brother John.

I'd always thought
that as a doctor

you were more interested
in medicine than in theology.

Tonight, I realized
I could serve God in both capacities.

You should hear from the board of
commissioners within the week.

Thank you very much,
Reverend Thorn.

- I promise I will...
- Your case will take longer.

- Why?
- Your teachers tell me

that you were somewhat
proud of your sanctity.

The Lord God Jehovah
is not your uncle, Brother Hale.

He is your creator.

But every day, I repeat
the biblical injunction against pride.

Proverbs 16:5
"Every one that is proud..."

Yes, I... I know the verse.

I presume that like most
of our young volunteers,

you are still confronted with the
problem of finding a wife.

No, sir. My cousin
has agreed to marry me.

- I don't understand, Reverend.
- Wife! You must have a wife.

We do not send young men to live among
the naked savages without wives.

At your age, you probably have
some dedicated female in view.

No, sir.

I haven't.

No one at all?

No, sir.

I'll pray on the matter.

It will require
more than prayer, Brother Hale.

Sir, I beg you to accept me
on this mission.

I promise that
if you bestow upon me

the holy privilege of saving
those poor souls in agony,

it will be a commitment
to the...

You will be hearing from us,
Brother Hale.

Now, I really must insist
on bidding you good night.

I assure you, I have
heard this call most clearly.

Yes, Brother, you will
be hearing from us.

No, no, no, no,
I simply will not have it.

The least you
could have done was consult with us

before you wrote Jerusha.

It might not be
a bad thing, Abigail.

Jerusha seems willing enough
to meet the boy, at least.

My dear sister,
the fact is you have a daughter who is 22,

and she grows more confused
and depressed each day.

That's not true!

It's only since Captain
Hoxworth she's had these depressions.

But that's the point!

All this mooning around
over a damn sailor

she hasn't heard from
in almost two years, it's unnatural.

But this Hawaii,
we don't even know where it is.

Charles, are you willing
to send your daughter...

My dear, the only thing
I'm not willing to do is abandon my child

to fits of depression and religious
mania in a small upstairs room!

If she can find love
and a rich, new life in Hawaii,

it's a damn sight
better than she's doing here in Walpole,

wasting away
over a sailor who's long since forgotten her.

Abigail...

Shouldn't we give
the young man a chance, anyway?

If she doesn't like him,
she can send him away.

I promise.

Abner! A letter! A letter!

"Dear Brother Hale,
as a result of careful inquiries,"

"the American board
of commissioners for foreign missions"

"is happy in the will
of God to announce"

"that you have been chosen
for mission duty in Hawaii."

"Your acceptance, however,
is provisional,"

"since there remains the matter of
obtaining a wife to accompany you."

"To this end,
you would be well advised"

"to present yourself
in one month's time"

"at the house of Charles and Abigail
Bromley in Walpole, New Hampshire,"

"there to meet their daughter,
a Christian girl of 22."

"May I also take the liberty of
suggesting that in the interim"

"you work in your father's
fields each day with your hat off."

"Yours in Christ,
Elifaleth Thorn."

Do you think
she will accept you, Abner?

If God wishes it.

Let us pray together.

Almighty God,
look down with pity

on this miserable
company of sinners,

conceived in lust,
delivered in evil,

and slaves to every loathsome
appetite the flesh is heir to.

We have held fast
against atheism,

Romanism, Unitarianism,

and a score of lesser evils.

And we thank thee
that thou has chosen one of us

to carry thy holy word
and the precious light of John Calvin

to the wicked
and benighted heathen of Hawaii.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Ho!

Welcome to Walpole.

I trust you had
a reasonably pleasant journey.

Yes, yes, indeed.

The Reverend Abner Hale,
Mr. Charles Bromley.

I'm deeply honored, Mr. Bromley.

My pleasure, son. My pleasure.

Come on over to the house.
I want you to meet the family.

Yes, but I had...

- I'll take care of your baggage.
- Fine.

You're a lot browner
and tougher than I expected you'd be.

I always was tough, sir.

Reverend Thorn!

A packet of delayed mail
and a letter came for the Bromleys.

- Would you take them along, sir?
- Thank you.

That's him, isn't it?

I think so. But he's so tall!

It's not that he's tall,
he's just so skinny!

He's not very handsome,
either. Do you think?

No. He's got
an awfully big nose.

They're coming in. Come on.

- Don't push!
- Ssh! Quiet!

Mommy doesn't look
as if she likes him.

Papa's using his funny voice.

Yes, how do you do, Reverend?

And this is my daughter,
Miss Jerusha.

I'm pleased to
make your acquaintance, Reverend Hale.

Dear!

Did I spray?

No, no, no, not at all.

Well, well, well,
what did you think of him?

- I rather took to the lad myself.
- He is simply dreadful.

- No, Abigail!
- And I think what you are doing is shameful.

If she accepts that scrawny weed of a
man, it will be out of despair.

My dear sister.

We must leave it all
in the hands of the Lord.

Come in.

You have a very
kind nature, Miss Bromley.

Thank you, Reverend Hale.

But then, I have always
admired the character of Jerusha

as set forth in holy scripture.

I think particularly
on 2 kings 15:33.

"Five and twenty years old
was Jotham when he began to reign,"

"and he reigned 16 years
in Jerusalem."

"And his mother's
name was Jerusha, the daughter of Zadok."

- It's a lovely verse.
- Yes, it's beautiful.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I often think...

Save the soup!

My raggedy, taggedy.

Little old scraggedy
wishing doll.

I'd see two fleecy clouds caress.

And they become
a snow white party dress.

For my wishing doll.

And every rainbow way up there.

Becomes a silken ribbon
for the hair.

Of my wishing doll.

And then one day...

Reverend Hale.

Are you feeling better?

Very much better, thank you.

Will you stay a week
if it takes that long?

What takes?

'Cause if
you don't ask her, the Captain will.

- I mean...
- Charity...

All right.

Only this morning
as I awakened and looked out the window,

I thought with...

With Virgil,
"Here is Spring eternal!"

Will you have sugar?

If you please.

Or...

Or with Theocritus,
"It is Spring everywhere,"

"and in the pastures
the udders are swelling with milk"

"and the lambkins are suckling."

- Cream, Reverend Hale?
- Thank you.

One is also reminded
of the divine Milton.

No! No!

Let... Let me, let me...

I have no graces.

I'm strange and awkward in...

Worldly surroundings.

But until now I've always thought
myself at least an honest man.

I have no taste for poetry.

I memorized those lines
to make you think better of me.

I even looked up your name
in my Bible concordance.

My little
sister's remark about a certain captain...

I think I should
tell you that two years ago I fell in love

with a New Bedford man
who came here on a visit.

However, we've not
corresponded since that time.

I'm now quite free.

He was a whaler,
a strong man, somewhat rough in his ways.

Yet also gentle.

And very handsome.

Miss Bromley...

You will find someone else.

When that happens,

I pray he'll be the
strongest, gentlest man on Earth.

And the handsomest, too.

I'll be going home tomorrow.

I cannot think it right
for a young woman of your breeding

to travel across 18,000 miles of stormy
seas to a savage land...

I know all about Hawaii.
Prince Keoki lectured at our church.

It is horrible.

My life will be one of work,
poverty, bad food...

Living in
a grass hut surrounded by filth and savages.

Why do you try
to make Hawaii seem even worse than it is?

Because, I will not
spoil your life, Miss Bromley.

You are so beautiful,
and I am of such little consequence,

that I put the idea
of marriage completely out of mind

the moment I saw you.

Am I so little to you, then?

You are more to me
than anyone can know.

My feelings for you
are of such a deep and tender nature,

so profoundly affectionate,
that I... I...

I dare not mention them.

But you have dared,

and in doing so
you have dishonored me.

But, Miss Bromley!

How?

No gentleman would explain his
feelings so explicitly to a lady

without previous
proposal of marriage.

But I...

You wouldn't think
of going to Hawaii with a man like me.

Would you?

Not if he wasn't my husband.

Goodness!
I certainly didn't mean to imply that!

I would protect you...

And cherish you...

And love you
all the years of my life.

If only you could
find it in your heart

to marry me.

It is in my heart.

"There is a prince
and a great man fallen this day in Israel."

I looked your name up, too.

Mom, he did it! Mom!

You have set forth as one family in Christ.

Everything you possess,
both now and in the future,

belongs to that family.

You will receive no salaries,

neither will you engage
in any enterprise for personal gain.

I have no doubt
that you would do

conspicuously well in business,

but you have been called
to serve the Lord,

and it is to this business
that you must attend.

You are directed
to accomplish two divine missions...

To bring the heathen
to the Lord and civilize Him.

You will lift up the heathen,
step by step, until He stands with you,

and before you leave the scene,

the pulpits you erect
will be filled by Him.

You are to spend yourselves
in Christ so generously

that in later years
it may be said of you,

"They came to a nation
in darkness."

"They left it in light."

Ready, Captain Janders.

Reverend Thorn.
Land the gangplank!

- Let go forward.
- Let go forward, sir!

Let go aft!

Let go aft, sir!

Blest be the tie that binds.

Our hearts in Christian love.

The fellowship of kindred minds.

Is like to that above.

And you must submit your will
entirely to God's keeping.

You are correct on that,
Reverend.

Then if you're ready,
I'll be proud to count you the first.

I'm not half ready, Reverend.
I love to hear you nag.

We haven't had
such a fine gab in many a passage.

He's at it again, Captain.

Reverend Hale!

I thought I told you
to leave those men alone.

You forbade me
to enter the forecastle.

But you did not forbid me

to bring them the word of God
while they are at work.

What word were you
bringing to young Cridland?

He kept the whole watch
awake last night

hollering in his sleep about
Hell fire and damnation.

I reminded him briefly
of his sins

and read certain
relevant passages from the Holy Bible.

To an ignorant man,
the Bible can be a terrifying book.

More than the profane novels
I observe in your cabin?

Do you think that Smollett and
Defoe and Voltaire are profane?

- They are damnable.
- Have you read them?

Must I commit murder
to judge it a sin?

Why is it with so many
attractive young people on board,

it's always that mangy scarecrow

that's well enough
to eat with us?

Raise your spirits,
my dear friends.

We are a full degree
nearer the equator.

When will this
dreadful rocking cease?

Come, Brother Quigley.
You'll have your sea legs soon.

Perhaps you'd care to shave.

I can fetch you
some hot water from the galley.

I don't know what
we'd do without your comfort, Brother Hale.

We are a family in Christ,
my dear sister.

Would it compose you
if I were to read to you, Brother Hewlett?

Sister Urania?

Abner, please,
no good cheer, I beg you.

Why, Brother John.

I should think you, as a doctor,

would be the first to
prescribe a cheerful face.

As a doctor, Brother Abner,
I accept the truth.

And the truth in this case
is that we are,

all of us, except you,

fit only for pickling.

- Mrs. Hale?
- Reverend Hale, I'm so sick.

You must pray.

And try to swallow
back more firmly.

- I do try.
- I know.

It's Sunday again.

Forgive me.

You must be ready for services.

I can't even raise my arm.

I'll pray while you
attend services.

God's word
will give you strength.

Also the excellent
pork and sea-pie we are having for dinner.

"Hear, O Earth behold,."

"I will bring evil
on these people,"

"because they have not
hearkened unto my words,"

"nor my law, but rejected it."

"I have seen thine
adulteries and neighings."

The Lord has marked
your presence, Brother Quigley.

You may go below
to say prayers with Sister Hale.

"I have seen thine adulteries"

"and neighings."

"The lewdness
of thy whoredom..."

That sounds like fun, don't it?

God will punish you for that!

Perhaps at Cape Horn.

We will soon be at the Cape.

Is it there that the day
of reckoning will come

for those who refuse
to heed God's word?

Will tides as high
as mountains engulf you

and seawater
fill your nostrils and your lungs?

Will your eyes drop
from their sockets at the bottom of the sea?

Captain Janders,
since you have permitted blasphemy,

I will dispense
with the benediction.

We will spend
the rest of our Sabbath in the main cabin,

where Keoki will continue his
instructions in the Hawaiian language.

Dutchmen and Spaniards
have done it.

Some of our own whalers
have managed to get through.

Why is it so difficult?

It isn't, until the end.
See those rocks?

The four evangelists?

The Westerlies
from the Pacific pile up tremendous waves

all the way along the exit
from the passage.

In trying to break out,
they throw you onto The Evangels.

Captain Janders!

The Evangels
are two points off the starboard bow!

Mr. Collins,
we're having a go at it!

Aye, aye, sir!

- Steady as she goes.
- Aye, aye, sir.

Help! Reverend Hale! Your wife!

Mrs. Hale!

- We're lost!
- Mrs. Hale.

Let me die. Please let me die!

- What are you saying?
- God, let me die!

- Mrs. Hale!
- Let me die! Let me die!

- You must not blaspheme!
- Please let me die!

I'm afraid,
too, my dear wife. We must not despair.

God is with this ship.

She's slipping, sir!

The Evangels are dead ahead!

Send the gaff top sail!

Loose the gaff topsail!

Haul away!

Haul away!

Keoki!

Help him, God.

Help that man.

Help that man!

Strengthen his hands!

- Haul away!
- Haul away!

He is with us.

He's with us!

The Lord of hosts is with us!

He is with us!

- Are you sleepy?
- No.

Forgive me.

I'm not sleepy.

I'm just relaxed.

I felt so good
after my bath, I...

Brushed my skin
with oil of lilac.

I smelled it.

Moses forbade
the use of perfume.

Proverbs say that
"Ointment and perfume rejoice the heart."

Isaiah cursed the woman
who used perfume

and abased herself unto Hell.

Esther perfumed herself
for a whole year.

She was under compulsion.

I think she just liked
the smell of it on her skin.

Skin is but flesh, flesh is
corruption incarnate.

The flesh was
given us by God, too.

As a burden, as a temptation.

The temptation
you are to me at this very moment.

That's one of the purposes
of marriage, isn't it?

Not when it drives
the thought of God from the mind.

I begin to feel that...

That I'm utterly depraved.

I think of nothing but
your loveliness, Jerusha.

Is it possible
for anything to seem lovely

without God having wanted it so?

No, no.

Get away this ship.

We got too much
preacher-man here.

What's he saying?
What's he saying?

He says his daughters
are the best...

Are they his own daughters?

Look!

Look there! There they are!

Keoki!

Keoki!

- Who are they?
- Keoki's parents.

Lahaina here
is the capital of the island of Maui,

and Keoki's father, Kelolo,
is the king's deputy here.

His mother is Malama,
and Alii Nui of all the islands.

Where does the king live?

In Honolulu,
on the island of Oahu. Break out the sling!

Why did you kneel
to your mother?

She is the alii nui.
She is a sacred person.

It's from her our mana flows.

It is from God,
and not from any alii nui

that you receive
your spiritual consecration.

I understand,

and so will they
when they become Christians, Brother Hale.

I was referring
to the old religion.

I think it would
be better, Keoki,

if from now on
you referred to me

in the old way,
as Reverend Hale.

Abner!

We agreed as a family
that we're all brothers and sisters.

That applied only
to ordained ministers and their wives.

Ordained or not,
I shall always be your Sister Jerusha.

Hoist away!

Aloha, aloha!

Aloha!

Gently, gently.

Don't drop her
or we'll all be massacred.

Aloha! Aloha!

Aloha!

Aloha.

My mother, Malama, says welcome.

These are the first
haole women she has ever seen.

Haole is our word for
the people of the white race.

She says that until now you have sent
only sailors and troublemakers.

But since you bring your women,

your intentions must be good.

Please express our thanks
to the Alii Nui.

Tell her that in order
to help her people

we intend to establish
missionaries throughout these islands.

I know little bit
English already.

How you meaning help my people?

- Help them to know God.
- And reading, too, and writing.

Writing?
This is good. It is our need.

In one month time,
I learn plenty writing.

But first
you must learn about God,

without whose grace
all writing is useless.

First write.
Then maybe, I listen your God.

Aloha. Aloha.

She says you are
adorable, puny women.

Will you tell her that
she and your father are very handsome?

And that Lahaina seems
as lovely as New England,

though in quite a different way.

Aloha nui! Aloha nui!

"Aloha nui" means love intense.

I like you here.
You stay Lahaina.

She teach me write.

Alii Nui, I'm not
assigned to your island.

My mission is in Honolulu.

Where you go,
I not care. Her stay here.

But Mrs. Hale is my wife.

- She your wife?
- Yes.

I let you stay, too.
You come now.

We can trade, Brother Hale.

Jephtha and I can
go on to Honolulu.

You and Sister Hale
can stay here in Lahaina.

Her got plenty much mana.

Her one-time wife
with Kamehameha.

Kamehameha had 21 wives.

Of course, my mother is Alii Nui

so she's entitled
to other husbands as well.

You mean...

She was married to Kamehameha and your
father at the same time?

She had to marry my father
because he is her brother.

The alii nui
may only have children by her brother,

otherwise her mana
would be profaned by outside blood.

Water! Please
bring water, somebody!

Reverend! Reverend! Reverend?

My name is Fredericks, I have a little grog
shop here and a few acres of farmland.

I hope we are
going to be friends.

Grog shop?

We'll discuss friendship when you stop
debauching my people with drink.

Just one moment.
Just one moment, please.

I will not permit us
to be separated.

Now, teach me write.

Sit here, start teach.

Perhaps we should
begin tomorrow.

We begin now!

Well, I...

In English,
we have 26 letters. But in Hawaiian...

I need write letter
you people, not mine.

Teach English.

English.

Well, we'll start
with your name.

Malama.

M...

It is our family shrine.
We call it "heiau."

It's for the great chiefs only.

The center stone
comes from a temple in Bora Bora.

It was brought here
by my people over a thousand years ago.

Idolatry!

Reverend Hale! Reverend Hale!

What is the meaning of this?

- I had to stop you, Reverend Hale.
- No touch!

It's an evil place
drenched in blood. It must be destroyed!

It is not that kind
of a temple, Reverend Hale.

This is the temple of Kane,
a gentle God.

- A god of love and mercy.
- No touch!

This place is an abomination.

It is, but until he understands,

we can't ask him to destroy it.

Keoki!

Keoki! Keoki!

Noelani!

Noelani!

Who is that naked female?

Her my small
little daughter named Noelani.

One day she grow big and be the alii
nui the time when Malama die.

So she's Keoki's sister?

One day her marry with Keoki.

Together, they get Keikewahine.

Make one more alii nui.

Reverend Hale?
This is my sister Noelani.

Do you realize that
your father expects you to marry this girl

and have children by her?

Yes. I will explain this
to her later...

No, now, make it clear now.

I understand English,
Reverend Hale.

Then you must also understand
that your brother is a Christian

and any lustful union
between you is a damnable sin

and must not take place.

I wish I had been given
just a little more time to prepare her.

Could I go now
and come back tomorrow?

No! While we waste time,

haoles who know how to write
come steal this island.

I'm sorry, I feel faint...

This one baby
not come for long time yet.

Better you sleep.
I make you work too hard.

Rest, rest, rest.

Rest.

Jerusha is not a strong woman.

She'll not
bear up well under pain.

I'll try to be here
when the baby comes.

If not, this is the best book
on midwifery in existence.

Keoki says the native midwives
are excellent, use them.

Good bye, Brother Hale.

Well...

I guess we better...

- Abner.
- Yes.

Abner.

What is your name?

Iliki.

You may go home now, Iliki.

Apparently she's been...

Given to us by that woman.

Do you suppose they actually
give children away?

I'll ask her tomorrow.

You may stay here if you wish.

She's placed in our care
by the hand of God.

She will become
the first member of my church.

From the utter darkness,

I will lead her into the light.

I've already waited three weeks!

I must see her.

Abner! Abner!

- What is it?
- This baby, she was gonna bury it alive!

Let us through,
please, let us through.

This baby got evil spirit.

It isn't an evil spirit,
it's only a birthmark. Look!

And see how fat
and healthy he is!

Bad thing.
More better he die quick.

Does this killing
of innocent children go on all the time?

Only sometime
they little bit sick, like this one.

If such children are not wanted,

we will establish
a home for them.

They must not be killed!

A wise alii nui
would make that a law.

Too much law make people mad.

No!

She not kill him,
Hale wahine. Only feed him.

We sit down, now.
Make another lesson.

Alii Nui, if I
may have a moment, I've been trying...

I learn English now. Go away.

It would only
take a moment, Alii Nui.

He wants to
talk about some land.

Land? You want land?

Yes, I must have land
in order to...

No!

I beg your pardon?

No land! No like it!

Every haole come here
want land. You go now.

Teach.

- If you will only permit me...
- No! Go away!

He doesn't want
the land for himself.

And he doesn't want
very much land, either.

Just enough
to build a church on.

You like it,
him build this church?

Yes, I would like it very much.

I tell Kelolo
find little bit piece land,

give men,
help build him his church.

Now teach me.

Makua Hale!

Makua Hale,
the Kahunas say you put door bad place.

The Kahunas!

They come for help new kind God.

He's not a new God,
he's the only God!

And the Kahunas
have nothing to do with his church.

They say more better
no make wall. Keep every side open.

This make strong
when whistling wind come.

Whistling wind?
What are you talking about?

The kind wind
come when Alii Nui die.

Nonsense.

Makua Hale, I know this place.

Many time I talk with
the spirits live here.

We will put the door
where I say.

And there will be walls.

Whoever heard
of a church without walls!

Makua Hale! Makua Hale!

You come see!

I have something
for show you. You read.

"To James Monroe,
President of America in Washington."

"I send you 'Aloha'
from Lahaina on Island of Maui."

"Some men from America,
too much do they want land."

"Also, too many sickness
do they bring."

"I think you like
do something about it."

"I write this with great love."

"Malama, Alii Nui."

It is a remarkable
accomplishment, Alii Nui.

I think so.

Little one.

For thanks because
you teach me write,

I give you nice valley
by Waiakoa.

Got stream with fishes.

No, you mustn't
give away your land.

Makua Hale like land.

You have already
given us this land,

to build a church for
Almighty God and his flock.

We are very grateful for that.

But for ourselves
we want nothing.

I think maybe
this writing not enough.

Time now for teach me
about your God.

I'm pleased that
you want to learn.

Tomorrow we'll begin.

We begin now!

Tell me, this God, how he look?

God is a spirit.

He cannot be seen with the eyes.

He's seen only in the heart
of those who have found a state of grace.

In one month time I find grace!

No, it cannot be done that way.

To be saved,
you must first confess

that you are evil,
corrupt, and sinful.

I evil, corrupt, sinful.
What is "sinful"? What it mean?

- It means "Bad."
- I bad?

No! They bad,
not me! I am Alii Nui I cannot be bad.

In the eyes of God,
there is no difference

between the alii nui
and her meanest servant.

God think
they equal to the alii nui.

God doesn't think, he knows.

You have the sin
of pride, Alii Nui.

To find grace,
you must become humble.

- Humble?
- Humble.

Are you humble?

I think maybe you proud, too.

You find grace, then I find it!

You show me where right now!

That I cannot do!
Until you stop living

in incestuous marriage
with Kelolo, you will never find grace.

Kelolo?

Why Kelolo?

Because he is your brother.

And God forbids you to live
with him as his wife.

But Kelolo is good.

No better men
all this island like Kelolo.

No, Makua Hale,
I be too lonely send him away.

Reverend Hale, if I may...

Please.

If you don't give him up,

you will burn
throughout all eternity

in the blazing fires
of everlasting Hell.

How hot this Hell?

Hotter than the fires
of a thousand volcanoes.

It burns incessantly.

Its pain is horrible
beyond imagining.

Many years before I die.
Of Kelolo we talk another time.

Up we go.

No! No! Come back!

Mr. Morris! Mr. Morris!

Yes, sir?

I'll have that one there.

- You...
- No, no, Mr. Morris! That one there!

- Over here.
- Mr. Morris, that one definitely, there.

- All right.
- What the hell, Mr. Morris.

- Send them all to my cabin!
- Yes, sir.

Hey! You want her
for yourself, Reverend?

Who the hell
does he think we are?

How can you do this
to these innocent children?

Have you no mothers
at home, no sisters?

May God in His mercy
forgive you.

Come back, Reverend,
I'll buy you a drink!

Go home at once,
you wicked creature!

- I no do nothing bad!
- Go home!

Let that girl go!

Let her go!

Dillon! Let her go.

That's enough!
Stop it! That's enough.

Stop it now.

Rape is a rotten sport
at any time.

But in Lahaina,
it's a downright waste of energy.

Now get out of here
and find yourselves some cooperative ones.

This is the daughter
of our alii nui.

My compliments
to the alii nui. My apologies to you.

You all right?

You bear the responsibility
for the depredations of your men.

I do.

As God's instrument on Earth,

I order you to take
your sailors back to your ship!

My men
are not sailors, Reverend. They're whalers.

And for over three years,
they've been on this voyage,

and they haven't touched land
in eight months.

Now, the females of Lahaina
have got the warmest blood in the Pacific,

and my men have
neither the strength

nor the inclination
to fight them off,

neither, might I add, have I.

If you'll excuse me.

Abner! Abner!

- Iliki came in crying...
- Jerusha!

- Rafer!
- Jerusha Bromley!

Rafer!

What are you doing here?

You're supposed
to be in Walpole waiting for me there!

How could I have waited?

- You didn't write, I had no...
- Write?

I wrote from Canton,
from Manila, from Santiago,

from Honolulu...

Jerusha Bromley,
I've never seen anything so beautiful...

Captain, you may not
behave in that manner!

Shut up! I'm speaking
to Miss Bromley.

Rafer, I'm married.

Married!

My God, not to him!

What did he do,
pray you into bed?

Ab...

For two years now,
I've thought of nothing but you,

night and day,
on sea and land, nothing but you!

I'm not going
to let you go a second time.

Abner, don't!

Stop it, Rafer!

Rafer, I'm expecting,
I'm with child!

Go away, go away!
Leave us alone!

I wanted you more
than anything else on this Earth.

And I could have taken you
by candlelight

in your father's own house,
and you know that.

May the Lord strike me dead

if I ever pass up
another virgin as long as I live.

What a damn fool!

What a God-abandoned fool!

He's right, Malama. It's wrong for the
girls to swim out to the ships.

Girls in Boston not swim out?

- Certainly not!
- Water too damn cold?

Not at all!

But the alii of Boston
have made it against the law,

just as you should make it
against the law here.

I think missionary like stop
everybody have fun.

There's no fun in the disease these
girls catch from the sailors.

There's only death.

I think about it one more time.

To think about it is not enough.

You must make laws
to protect your people.

Laws against killing,
against rum,

and laws against
the damnable sin of adultery.

- Adultery?
- Yes.

That what he mean.

What kind adultery
you not like too much?

What kind?

There's only
one kind of adultery, and it is a mortal sin.

Got 23 kind adultery
going on this place all the time.

Married man sleep
with another married wahine, that one kind.

Married man, he sleep
with wife his brother, that two kind.

Married man
sleep with wife his son...

If we say there shall be no
adultery without saying which kind,

everyone would think,
"they don't mean our kind of adultery,"

"they mean the other 22 kinds."

On the other hand, if we list all 23
kinds, somebody will surely say,

"We never heard
that kind before, let's try it."

Father sleep
with daughter, that 11 kind.

Mother sleep with son,
this 12 kind.

Married wahine
sleep with brother, this 13 kind.

I think I see the problem.
I'll pray on the matter.

Makua Hale! Makua Hale!

Makua Hale! Makua Hale.

What is it?

Hale wahine say
you run fast to house.

What's the matter?

The baby! Him wanna
come out fast!

Better you make run like hell!

- Have the pains started already?
- Yes.

Brother Whipple isn't due
for another three weeks.

I know.

Have you counted the pains?

- Nine or ten.
- Are they regular?

No, not yet.

Do they make you
want to bear down?

Then your water
hasn't broken yet.

No, be careful.

- Then we have plenty of time.
- Yes.

Try to lie full length this way.

I'll get everything ready.

Tell me when
the next pain begins.

Light the lamp.

Iliki...

Give it to me.

Tie these to
the foot of the bed.

Abner...

Tell me when it's over.

Now.

It's going away.

- Who is it?
- It's Keoki, Reverend Hale.

I've brought the midwives.

They have medicines
to kill pain and stop bleeding.

Keoki, I do not want them.

They have
delivered many children, Reverend Hale.

I will not surrender
my wife or my child to heathen practices.

Tell them to go away.

Bring in a basin
of boiled water. Boiled, Iliki!

Then help Mrs. Hale
into her nightgown.

Jerusha...

Don't bear down anymore.

I can't help it.

You must hold back
on the next pain.

What is it? What's the matter?

Is something wrong
with the baby?

Nothing's wrong with the baby.

Listen to me carefully.

It's in the breech position.
You remember what that is.

You must hold back
on the next pain.

Pant, breathe through
your mouth, anything!

But hold back!

I can't! I can...

Listen, listen to me.
Jerusha, listen to me!

I've got to try
to turn the baby around.

The book said
if it is not delivered

within three minutes,
it will die.

Do you understand?

All right.

All right.
When the next pain comes...

It's coming now.

Scream if you want to!

Hold back!

No! No, don't push!

Hold back!

Iliki, hand me the towels.
Quickly, Iliki!

Jerusha. Jerusha.

It's a boy, Jerusha.

Is it normal?

He's a strong, healthy boy.

Iliki...

You may go, now. Sleep.

You know the kind way
Hawaiians do

when baby come out
wrong end like that?

No.

Number one midwife,

she kill the baby,
then she pull them out.

Go away, Iliki.

I love you, Jerusha.

I love you.

When I was a boy and found God,

I thought I could
never love anyone as dearly as I loved him.

But I was wrong.

I love you more than I love God.

I love you.

Jerusha... I love you.

I love you more.

I love you more!

But I always
liked the name David. It's so sweet.

But Micah is a name strong
in the goodness of the Lord.

When we are gone,
he will carry on our work here.

He will need such a name.

All right.

Try to forget
what I said to you last night.

It was blasphemy.

I placed my love for you
above my love of God.

I will spend
the rest of my life seeking his forgiveness.

Micah. Micah.

Micah.

In the name of the Father,
the Son, and the Holy Ghost,

I baptize you
Martha Iliki Pupali.

And I receive you
as a member of this church.

The first fruit of my ministry.

- Is she going to do it?
- Yes, she is.

At first
she threatened to cancel the whole affair

unless I allowed her
to become a full member of the church.

- Brother John.
- Very fine sermon, Reverend.

- Thank you, Captain.
- Mrs. Hale.

When I mentioned Kelolo,

she had the effrontery
to swear she had sent him away.

Well, she has.
He lives in another house now.

Yes, he sneaks back into the
palace every night, she admitted it.

Her desire for grace
is quite overshadowed...

- By her lust for Kelolo.
- Don't call it lust, Abner.

It must be terribly hard
for her to understand

that a form of marriage
she's always considered holy

is thought by us
to be a deadly sin.

- I find it sad.
- Sad?

Yes, I find it
sad that after all these years together,

two people should have to
stop loving each other in order to love God.

This day new laws
are made for us of Maui.

Because these laws
are made for two people,

I speak them in our two tongues,

English first and then Hawaiian.

First law, in this place,
everyone will serve God.

Everyone will love Jesus.

Next law,
there will be no killing of people.

No grown people,
no children, no sick babies will be killed.

Next law,
no more will girls go to the ships.

Next law, when the Sun
goes down beneath the water,

the sailors will
go back to the ships.

Next law. No more will the grog
shops sell the rum to my people.

Next law. There will be
no more sleeping together in mischief

without getting married.

Next law. Here, Kelolo
will be chief of the policemen.

He will beat with sticks
the breakers of these laws.

He will put them
in the jailhouse here in the fort.

Let us now obey these laws.

Then no more will people laugh at
us how we live in Lahaina.

The four of us speak for every
ship in Lahaina harbor, ma'am.

For over two years,
most of my men have been at sea,

and they will not be
bound by a curfew.

We bring lots
of custom to this place.

It used to be the best port
in the Pacific.

We live in a small place,
but we change with new times.

You will obey my law.

This afternoon
our men are coming ashore.

They will remain ashore tonight.

There'll be no rape,

but any woman
willing to trade her favor

for a yard of calico
will have the opportunity of doing so.

If you come,
you will be arrested.

Try that
and there'll be trouble.

Then there will be trouble.

You no walk this place,
go more far!

We're coming ashore.

Touch one of my men
and you'll smart for it.

You get thrown
in the jailhouse, you damn haole.

You're harder to see
than the Empress of China.

A man has to fight
every inch of the way.

I love you, Jerusha.

I love you, I love you.

There are a thousand whales
running off Japan, and I...

I left them and I sailed
half an ocean just to...

Why, he's made
an old woman of you.

No, he hasn't.

But he's made a damn good try.

I'm taking you
back to New Hampshire.

Can you imagine Walpole
in the autumn,

with the leaves
beginning to turn?

And the first snowfall
on its way?

Don't, don't!

And the logs on the hearth?

But who needs a fire
in this Godforsaken place?

And a piano? Someone singing?

- And you, Jerusha.
- I'll never see Walpole again.

Yes, you will, you will.

You'll see it with me.

Look, I don't give a damn
about my immortal soul.

But I do care about you.

One minute with you,
one hour, one day with you.

Now, pack your things.

Wait! No, no...

Hale wahine! Hale wahine!

Our nice pretty church house!

I think them sailor men
gonna burn them all up with fire!

Iliki, stay here,
Micah is asleep.

Church more better now.

Burn him big holes in wall.

Let plenty air come inside.

Kelolo!

My people,

it is good

that you did not
let the church die.

When you sleep, God will smile.

Now, will the sailors
go back to their ships?

Jerusha, I promise you.

I won't touch you,
I won't even look at you.

Please, please
come on board my ship.

I'll take you
and your child to Honolulu

and there
I'll ship you both to Boston.

You'll have an even chance
of staying alive there.

He'll kill you here, Jerusha.

He will kill you.

Goodbye, Rafer.

Goodbye, Jerusha.

- Morris!
- Yes, sir!

Gather what men
we have left and get them aboard.

I want my ships
out of this port by sunrise.

Right away, sir.

What are you so mad about?

Damn haole, him no more good.

Him try burn
the church house with fire.

Hey, steady, steady.

Easy!

Now, tell me.

How would you
like to see the lights along Manila Bay?

Or Singapore?

Or the Irrawaddy in Rangoon?

What that?

I thought so!

What the devil do you want?

I've come for the
young woman named Martha Iliki Pupali,

who is illegally
concealed aboard this vessel.

Get off my ship!

I will not leave without Iliki.

Why, you bible-thumping
son of a bitch,

do you want every female
I lay my eyes on?

Mr. Morris!

The next time
you let the preacher aboard this ship,

I'll hang you.

Mano, mano! Shark! Shark!

- Mano! Mano!
- Shark down there!

Over here, shark! Go get him!

He let him get away.

He was...

He was a big shark, too!

Well,

everything
in these latitudes is a disappointment.

- Mr. Morris, we weigh anchor.
- Aye, aye, sir.

Prepare to make way!

Prepare to make way!

Would you take this mail
over to the Hales, please?

Take it right away.

Very good, Luku.

"Fraud" is spelled
with an "R" not an "L."

Mail, Makua Hale.

Make the change and print it.

This is for you.

And one for you, too.

Thank you, Aunt Mele.

Can I go play
with them, Father, for just a little while?

You know perfectly well
I don't want you learning their ways.

They don't have to
study all the time!

Neither do they
have to prepare for Yale.

Nor take over
their father's church when they grow up.

If you're tired of studying,

why don't you go
and help your mother with the wash.

"Abraham Hewlett
has been bedding with a native woman"

"since his wife died."

"And John Whipple
has performed a marriage over them."

May God forgive him!

A marriage?

It's on the agenda
for the annual meeting in Honolulu.

Can you imagine
what consequence...

Jerusha?

Is there... Is something...

My little sister is dead.

Charity.

She's been dead five months.

So far away.

And all this time
I thought of her as living.

She is living, Jerusha.

I promise you.

She lives.

- It's all right. I'll take care.
- No, let me.

She's only wet and hungry.

Don't cry, Lucy.

Don't cry, little girl.

If there be
no further discussion,

we shall now vote
on that resolution

calling for the expulsion of brother Abraham
Hewlett from his ministry.

Those in favor
will let it be known

by raising their
right hands and saying "Aye."

Aye.

Those opposed will
raise their right hands

and signify by saying "Nay."

Nay.

Three.

The "Ayes" have it,
the motion is carried.

The minutes
of these proceedings will be sent to the

board of commissioners
in Boston,

and the congregations
will be duly circularized.

Abraham Hewlett...

It is the judgment
of this meeting

that your continued
presence in these islands

is an embarrassment
to the church.

And it is our decision
that you leave here and live elsewhere.

It is not within
your jurisdiction to advise me any further.

I shall live where I wish.

You will receive
no sustenance from us!

What sustenance?

Those yearly barrels
of trash and cast-off junk

sent to us by the
Boston missionary board

and disguised
as Christian charity?

My wife has brought me
several thousand acres of prime land.

I shall work for myself,

earn my own wage.

And provide for my family,

here on these islands
for as long as I choose.

You love Hawaiians
as potential converts,

but you despise them as people.

Having come to the
opposite conclusion,

I gladly depart from
a ministry in which love has no place.

We shall now
look to that resolution censuring

brother John Whipple

for performing
the marriage ceremony

whereby our
lost brother fell into sin.

I'd say the ceremony
was one whereby he fell out of sin.

As for the vote,
save your time, Brothers.

I also take my departure.

Brother John!

Kelolo has something
to say to you, Makua Hale.

Make you very happy.

I evil, I corrupt, I sinful.

You see?
Already has he found grace.

Does this mean
you are prepared to move out of the palace

and renounce
this carnal union with your sister?

He will not have to
go away, Makua Hale.

He will be a Christian
and I will be a Christian.

Many times have you said

that marriage between
Christians is sanctified.

A marriage between
brother and sister can never be sanctified.

Then there is no way
I can keep Kelolo without going to Hell?

No way at all.

I am so filled with sin,

that in the wrong way
do I love Kelolo.

Yet also do I love Jesus.

He was such a good young man,

with so much aloha,

and they hurt him so badly
when they killed him.

It will be sad when I die
and not go to him.

On the day you send Kelolo away,

I will accept you
into the church

and you will see Jesus.

I promise.

Now will I sleep for a while.

Aloha, Makua Hale.

Aloha, Alii Nui.

So king Tamatoa called together
his people in Bora Bora and said,

"This new God, this Oro,
I do not like him."

"He is a God
of vengeance and wrath."

"Let us run away from him."

"Let us cross the waters
to another land."

"There, without fear,
can we worship Kane,"

"giver of life,
Kane the gentle."

So they did that,
and as they drove the canoe forward,

this was their chant...

What's this?

What is it, what's going on?

It's a chant that
tells how our people sailed from Bora Bora

to this new land beneath
the seven little eyes,

guided by Mano the shark.

In a way, it's like
the migration of Abraham in the Bible.

Dismiss the class.

You are dismissed.

How dare you compare
a bundle of myths to the holy scriptures?

These Kahuna superstitions
are dangerous, Keoki.

Your task is to spread
the word of Almighty God.

I have waited
eight years to spread it.

And you have not
ordained me yet.

How long
must I wait, Reverend Hale?

I'll answer you truthfully.

For the present
I have no plans for ordaining you at all.

What do you hold against me?

My dear Keoki.

You're too young.

I'm older than you
when you were ordained.

Yes, but you must remember

that I grew up
in a Christian family.

- I was...
- A white man?

If you wish to put it
that way, yes.

For over a hundred years,

my ancestors fought
that this church might be established.

Some of them died for it.

I cannot wait 100 years,
Reverend Hale.

I was the highest student
in the mission school in America.

It was me and my words
that brought you here.

That is correct.

I've been thinking lately

that our church is ready
for a board of deacons.

I'm willing to make you
their head, Keoki.

You would move
among the Hawaiians,

find out who is smoking,
who has alcohol on his breath,

who is sleeping with
another man's wife, that sort of thing.

Then each week
you will hand me a list

to be admonished
from the pulpit.

I sought a way
to serve my people.

Not to spy upon them.

Your mother will not be pleased that you
have refused the deaconship.

My mother is dying.

Your mother is not dying, Keoki.

I just talked with her.

There's nothing wrong with her.

She will die.

And then will come
the whistling wind.

Who's the young boy?

King Kamehameha.

I could find
nothing wrong with her.

But she is dying,
there's no question of that.

She would like to see you both.

Hear me, for I speak to Kelolo.

Dear brother, dear husband,

God commands you
to be sent away from me.

Sent away to a faraway place.

No more shall I
sleep in your arms.

No more shall you
see me again in the sunlight.

I have said it.

Aloha.

I will need some water.

There is water
beside me, Makua Hale.

Malama Kanakoa,

having entered
into a state of grace,

seeks Baptism
into the holy church.

In the name of the Father,

the Son,

and the Holy Spirit,

I baptize you,
Ruth Malama Kanakoa.

Of Ruth it is written,

strength and honor
are her clothing,

and she shall rejoice
in time to come.

And Ruth said,
"Wither thou goest, I will go."

Aloha, Nui.

Aloha, Nui,

my adorable little haole sister.

Hear me again,
for I make a kapu.

If on some distant day,
I shall die,

let no one cut his skin

or strike out the teeth
from his mouth

or pluck out the eyes
from his face.

Obey this law.

Ae.

Makua Hale?

Alii Nui.

I be too lonely
apart from Kelolo.

Before he goes,
may I not touch him once more in aloha?

Stop this abomination!

I forbid it! I forbid it!

Let me go!

Go!

You cannot go through
with this, Keoki.

You must not interfere
with us here, Reverend Hale.

Your mother
will curse you from her grave!

She is not
in her grave, Reverend Hale.

In her last words
to our father, she said,

"For their own good,
my people must become Christians."

"So let Makua Hale
bury me in the Christian way as an example."

"Then dig me up
and hide my bones in the old way,"

"so that Kane and Kanaloa
and Pele will know that I love them, too."

You are lying!

My mother's bones are hidden,

where no one
will ever find them.

And her heart goes
with our father to Bora Bora.

Backslider! Heretics!

Blasphemers!

Heathens!

God!

Bring them low!

Punish them!

Send earthquakes!
Plagues! Floods! Pestilence!

Destroy them!

Destroy them utterly!

Well?

The child is terribly deformed.

It is God's punishment.

- Abner!
- They have defied God.

And God has visited
his wrath on them, as I foretold.

Abner, don't you understand?

The baby is in danger!

They can't accept
a deformed child as Alii Nui.

They may even try to kill it!

Now they will see,

how God rebukes
apostasy and incest.

All of them will see.

All of them!

All of them will see!

Because Noelani and Keoki

lusted like rutting
beasts in the field,

before your very eyes,

because they broke
the commandments of God

and the laws of man,

now has God punished them.

Take heed before it is too late.

Take warning,

for the deformed offspring
of that evil union

was ordained by
Almighty God himself who has said,

"I will punish the wicked
for their iniquity."

"Everyone that is found
shall be thrust through."

"Their houses shall be spoiled."

"Their wives ravished,"

"their children also shall be dashed
to pieces before their eyes."

He won't see you.

Noelani?

No.

If only I'd had
a chance to save it.

You had that chance.

I mean its soul.

I mean the child.

I'm carrying
too much whale oil to make a run back

to the whaling grounds,
and not enough for a trip to New Bedford.

That happens.

Make me a fair offer,
and the lot is yours.

Since Doc Whipple
joined the business,

we've stopped
buying odd lots of oil.

Why?

We'll store it for you,

trans-ship it with
other odd lots when we have a full cargo,

charge you
a fair fee for the service.

But we won't buy anything.

It's Doc's idea.

From now on,
we don't own, we just handle.

Well, I'll be damned.

You don't put up
a dollar of your own money,

and yet you handle everything that
passes in and out of the port.

For a fee, of course.

An honest burglar
would use a gun.

Well, for people who
came here to do good,

you fellows have done
pretty well, don't you think?

I believe
the Reverend Hewlett in Honolulu

is going in for
the sugar cane business.

As a matter of fact,
Doc's going there

to open a branch
for us to handle it for him.

You're worse than locusts.

- When can I move my whale oil?
- In the morning.

I'm shorthanded as well.
I need a cook,

seven or eight
healthy kanakas at $5 a head.

We can supply the cook,
but we don't handle native labor anymore.

Why not?

The practical reason being,

Hawaiians are becoming
too scarce to ship from these islands.

The humanitarian reason being that we
won't use force to round them up.

Dr. Whipple?

Yes?

Miss Hale want you
come see what make Micah not feel good.

I'll be right there.

Excuse me.

What we make
in handling charges,

we lose in free
medical services.

I'll bet.

What about my deckhands?

Fredericks operates
the only press gang on the island.

If you must have them,
go and see him.

Do we have to wear these again?

David, you know you do.

Your father told you
it's October.

- But they're too hot.
- I know they are.

What seems to be
the trouble here?

Hello, John.
Thank you for coming.

I put Micah to bed.

I'm not worried about Micah.
I'm worried about you.

I've told you this before,
and I'll repeat it now.

You are working
yourself to death.

Lucy, you run along
and play with David.

Beans again? And salt pork?

In a place
where fruit ripens the year round,

and fish come
fresh from the sea?

Well, Abner
doesn't really like it.

I'll listen
to Abner on religion, but not on diet.

You must go home, Jerusha.

You must go home for at least a
year. Two would be even better.

Otherwise,
you'll die here, you'll die young.

If you don't
take it up with Abner this time, I will.

No, John,
I will talk to him, I promise.

I've only delayed
this long because...

Well, about Micah.

He's got a fever,
and his chest is covered with spots...

Spots?

But measles
is a child's disease.

I can't understand...

To us, it is
a child's disease, Abner,

but to the Hawaiians,
who have developed no resistance at all,

it is a deadly pestilence.

The sailor who brought it ashore

is bound to have
infected dozens of others besides Micah.

Within three days, this disease will sweep
through Lahaina like a raging plague.

Their fevers will go
unbelievably high,

their deaths are agonizing
beyond all imagination.

Our children will
come through in good shape.

We can save
a fair percentage of the Hawaiian children,

if we can separate them
from their parents.

The adults are another story.

One month from today,
one third of our population will be dead.

One out of four
of the survivors will develop consumption.

One out of seven will be deaf,

one out of 12 will be blind.

I need all the help
you can give me.

Captain Hoxworth
has offered to organize a harbor blockade.

The only trouble there
is that many of the sailors have come...

What of Iliki?

What have you done with her?

I married her off
to an English consul in Santiago.

With what you
and I together have taught her,

she'll end up a duchess.

Get out of Lahaina!

He can't get out
of Lahaina, Abner,

he's quarantined
like the rest of us.

We accept your offer, Captain.

And we thank you.

Micah, get your mother home.

John, just give me a minute.

No argument, Jerusha.

Get her home and keep her there.

Dr. Whipple!

Everybody go beach.
Make lie-down in the water.

Try for keep cool.

That'll kill them.

They'll catch pneumonia and die.

Rafer, help me.

Good Lord!

Go back to your homes,
you must not stay here!

It'll kill you here,
go back to your homes!

Go back to your homes!

No, no, too hot,
burn like fire. Get cool in water.

Keoki!

You must come
with me, Keoki. Let me help you.

- You need warmth and blankets.
- Leave me alone.

Please, Keoki,
if you stay here, you will die.

Then I will die.

- No!
- Go away.

Can't you even
let us die in peace?

You must not die
without salvation, Keoki.

God will forgive you your sins.

An all-powerful God
can forgive anything.

God no longer exists.

Dear brother, don't blaspheme!

Not "Brother," Reverend Hale.

Pray with me, Keoki.

God, take thy
erring servant Keoki into thy bosom...

I will not stay to hear it.

There's nothing
you could've done for him.

When Captain Cook
discovered these islands 50 years ago,

they were a true paradise.

Infectious disease was unknown.

They didn't even catch cold.

There were 400,000 of them,

now there are less than 150,000.

You and I may well live to see the last
Hawaiian lowered into his grave.

With proper
Christian services, of course.

We...

We seem to have passed
the peak of the epidemic.

Keoki is dead...

Of course.

He went forth
unrepentant into Hell.

They're burning the bodies.

It goes well.

Aside from that...

There's nothing but the dead,

and the dying,
and those who mourn them.

I did not mean it.

No matter what I said,
I did not mean it!

How could I have known
that God would scourge it up so terribly?

God had nothing
to do with it. It's a disease.

The Bible tells us
that nothing on this Earth

can happen without
God's consent and command...

Abner, do you believe
every word in the Bible literally?

Believe?

The Bible is God's holy word written
exactly as he commanded,

and I believe it all.

I believe in
Heaven and in Hell and in original sin

and in God's terrible,
all-consuming wrath.

If I did not believe,
I could not call myself a Christian.

Then I will no longer
call myself a Christian.

I don't believe
in your God of wrath.

I don't believe
Keoki's in Hell, either.

I believe he has found God,
and Malama with him, and Kelolo,

and all those who died
there on the beach.

It's impossible
for the unbaptized to enter Heaven!

Abner!

I've never seen a people
more generous, more loving,

more filled with
Christian sweetness than these.

I will not believe that
God has rejected them

simply because
they haven't been baptized.

Not even that lost child
whose birth you cursed.

These things
are God's will... Not mine.

What else but God's wrath

has the power
to annihilate them?

Disease, despair,

our lack of love,

our inability
to find them beautiful.

Our contempt for their ways,

our lust for their land,
our greed...

Our arrogance.

That is what kills them, Abner.

And that's what
you must save them from.

They are already lost.

I failed them.
I failed these people!

And God.

My ministry here is at an end.

Your ministry here is not ended.

You will stay here in Lahaina and
shelter and protect these people.

You will win them
to a merciful God,

with bonds of charity so strong,

they will belong to Him forever.

How?

By offering what you've
always valued most

and found it hardest to give,

to them and to me...

Your love.

Watch how you handle that!

I haven't carried
this 16,000 miles to have you drop it.

That's the lot.

Hold it here in the pier
till I get back.

Hey, you up there!

Reverend Hale!

Go into the church, Micah,
and wait for me there.

Reverend Hale...

I wanna speak with you.

That's a house.

I had it built in New Bedford

and taken down piece by piece.

- But how can this...
- Shut up.

Every beam, board
and plank is numbered.

My ship's carpenter will remain here in
Lahaina till it is put together.

It's for Jerusha.

For you, too, I guess.

I want her out
of that grass hut.

I wanna put
a decent roof over her head.

But, Captain, I'm afraid...

I will not
let her spend the rest of her life

in that pigsty you stuck her in.

Good God, man, she's your wife!

Wouldn't you like
to see her living some degree of comfort?

Of course I would.

Good.

Good, then you accept.

The house is on the pier.

No, I didn't accept, I can't.

I should've known better
than to speak to you in the first place!

Where's Jerusha?

Well, where is she?

How did she die?

I killed her.

I simply killed her.

That's enough! Enough!

Enough!

Go to your father.

I'll go for help.

Father!

Father!

Father!

Father!

Father!

Father!

Father! Father!

He's over here,
Reverend Quigley.

Why, it's Brother Quigley!

Welcome to Lahaina.

You should have
let me know you were coming.

It's only for a short visit.

I'm just recently
back from Boston.

- Yes, I saw your grandparents, Micah.
- Who?

The Bromleys.
They send greetings to all of you.

Micah,

take Reverend Quigley's
bag along to the house.

Thank you, Micah.

Come along, we have
much to discuss.

It's lovely back in Walpole.

I'd forgotten,

how beautiful
the autumns can be back there.

Did you get back
to Honolulu in time for the annual meeting?

Yes, we missed you,
Brother Hale.

Well, I was unable to get away.

We are engaged in a great struggle
with the sugar planters here.

Yes, I've heard reports of it.

Their lust for land
grows every day.

I just finished helping
my Hawaiians draft a petition to the king

that no more land be sold to the
planters or to any other foreigner.

- Indeed?
- Yes.

And also we are assembling
regularly in meetings of public protest.

- In your church?
- Yes.

Of course!

What purer purpose
can our churches be put to

than to protect
the Hawaiians' land?

Their land is their life,
Brother Quigley.

Malama understood that.

Every church in the kingdom
must stand forth as a bastion

against those who would
rob these people of their birthright.

And the walls
are two feet thick.

As you see, of course.

I left the windows
uncovered, though. It's cooler that way.

And the wind...

Can blow through.

Of course,
there is no alii nui left to die.

They develop
shocking temperatures.

That's why it's so unhealthy for
them to work in the cane fields.

I've seen as many
as 40 Hawaiians hitched to ploughs.

Sugar is a curse
on these people.

We reviewed the whole problem of
sugar at the annual meeting.

Came to some
conclusions about it.

Very good, excellent! Tell me.

It is felt the time has come

for our missions
to become self-supporting.

To that end, we voted to
authorize members of our ministry

to invest
in plantation lands and sugar mills

and to operate them also,
if they have the skill.

But we are a family in Christ,

dedicated to poverty.

It has cost us 20 years
of poverty and sickness

and sometimes death

to win these people
to Christianity and make them literate.

If we now desire
a competence for our old age,

a small heritage
for our children,

we have every right to earn it.

We are taking the land

of the people whose souls
we came to save

while they are dying.

A whole race is dying
before our eyes.

I'm afraid that is true.

But the Lord's ways
are not our ways.

And the only answer
that I can find,

is that perhaps the Lord
intends for these islands

gradually to pass
into other hands.

May God forgive you!

There is a feeling

that you've worn yourself
out in God's service, Brother Hale.

The church wishes
to reward your labors

with something more
substantial than gratitude.

But I... Reward?

The board of commissioners
in Boston has appointed you

to the pulpit of regents church
in New Surrey, Connecticut.

Forgive me, I don't quite...

A comfortable residence
adjoins the church,

and the stipend
is quite reasonable.

You are taking my church
away from me.

Not at all!

You are simply being
called to a better one in New England.

Brother R.S. Bonham has been transferred
from Kauai to succeed you here.

You are taking my church
away from me.

Passage on the Brigantine Eureka

has been arranged
for you and your family.

She sails Tuesday afternoon
for Boston.

No.

I'm afraid the decision
is already made.

The annual meeting
commissioned a tablet

to be placed in this
church commemorating your ministry here.

My ministry here is not ended.

If I no longer can preach
in my own church,

I will preach somewhere else.

In the streets, if necessary.

But I will preach.

You understand, of course,

you'll get
no sustenance from us.

Yes, yes, I would
certainly understand that!

Very well, I'll arrange passage
for three instead of four.

- Three?
- The children.

Since the death
of Sister Jerusha,

they must have been
a heavy burden for you.

No!

They are good children.
They comfort me.

The time has come for them
to complete their education in New England.

Micah, yes.

He's well prepared for Yale.

But David and Lucy...

No, Brother Quigley,
they're too young.

Their grandparents in Walpole
have offered them a home.

They'll get proper shelter,
food, education, a chance for happiness.

With no support here,
what can you offer them?

What will happen to them?

I will pray on the matter...

Brother Quigley.

May the Lord go with you, Lucy.

Goodbye, Father.

May the Lord go with you, David.

Bye, Father.

I don't like to
leave you, Father. Please let me stay.

No.

When you have been
graduated from Yale,

you will return here
and take over my ministry.

God help you, Son,

and guide your steps.

My hopes go with you.

Your mother's, too.

You are so like her.

Go along, go along, go along.

I wish you would reconsider,
Brother Hale.

You'll be alone here,
no church, no support...

No friends.

In this place,
I have known God...

Jerusha Bromley...

And Ruth Malama Kanakoa.

Beyond that,
a man needs no friends.

Goodbye, Brother Hale.

Don't cry, Lucy.

Don't cry, little girl.

Makua Hale?

Yes? Who are you?
What do you want?

I'm Jonah Kiimalo.

I've been going to
school in Honolulu.

You probably don't remember me.

No, I don't.

I've come to ask
if I can be your assistant.

That's impossible.
I no longer have a church.

I know.

You'd better talk
to the new minister when he comes.

Reverend Bonham.

But I want to help
in your work, Makua Hale, not his.

What do you mean?

I mean that I want to
stay with you and be of service to you.

You... You're... You...

You are...

I remember...
Of course, I do remember!

I remember!

Jerusha!

Jerusha. Jerusha.

Jerusha.

Do you remember
that little child...

You remember?