All language subtitles for mayflower.the.pilgrims.adventure.(1979).eng.1cd.(9041752)

WILLIAM BREWSTER: A
reign of liberality,

O God Thou didst thou shake.

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

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

MUSIC PLAYING

Thy heritage Thou didst
confirm when it was wearied.

Thy heritage Thou didst
confirm when it was wearied.

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

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

May God bless you
all and may you

find peace in strength, amen.

[music playing]

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

found a ship to join the
speedwell on our long desired

voyage to America.

TOGETHER: Amen.

Amen.

Amen.

She is the Mayflower
of London, commanded

by Captain Christopher Jones.

Who's making the
arrangements, Elder Brewster?

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

[groaning]

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

Difficult is a
milder description

of that hog-jowled
pirate than I would use.

No matter.

The die is cast.

And with whatever
doubts and fears

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

upon the Mayflower of London.

What protection shall we
have against the savages

we've heard so much about?

We've contracted the
captain Myles Standish

to handle our defenses.

Fear not the savages
of the new world,

but the savages here in
our very own England,

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

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

His punishment for
printing a book.

SOLDIERS: Over there.

That's where they are.

[music playing]

They've come!

The king's soldiers are here.

[inaudible]

All right, come
quickly and quietly.

Come quickly and quietly.

Hurry.

Break it down.

There you go,
quickly and quietly.

[inaudible]

Up there, men.

There is something
you must promise

me before we're separated.

Must [inaudible] that
I be the one bringing

our congregation's departure.

I don't understand.

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

Should they forbid
the Mayflower to sail

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

I couldn't do that.

It would mean the
gallows for you.

[music playing]

Stop him!

Mr. Martin.

Captain.

Bennett, isn't it?

Aye, sir.

George Bennett.

I sailed with you to
Norway four years ago.

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

I take sir, I never ask.

It's a point of honor.

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

but a fine sailor.

Otherwise I wouldn't
spit upon you.

Good morning.

I'm Captain Christopher Jones.

Benjamin White, boatswain.

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

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

You will remember my
Mayflower as a sweet ship.

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

because this time I'm not
running taffeta and satins

from Hamburg or hats and
[inaudible] to Norway,

or wine and cognac from France.

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

and you will stink with her.

Sir, may we know the
cargo and the destination?

Yes.

The cargo is pilgrims, and
the destination is America.

Church people, sir?

That's right, Bennett.

Church people, Bible
thumpers, and psalm singers.

Doesn't it make
you wish to vomit?

I went to sea to
escape such men as them.

Men, Bennett?

Did I say men?

Men, women, and children.

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

Why?

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

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

I needed a good crew.

I have a good crew.

I'll not part of it.

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

Every man of you will abide
by the rules and regulations

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

that I command and you obey.

Deck is yours, boatswain.

Aye aye, sir.

When will your passengers
come aboard, sir?

Tomorrow morning--
if his majesty

doesn't grab them first.

[music playing]

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

What is it?

Garden seeds.

Kind a garden seeds?

Beans.

The puke stocking
is a bean farmer,

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

bean farmer going to America.

[laughter]

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

to those that hate us so?

MAN: Any sign of Brewster?

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

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

Oh, of course.

[coughs]

How you feelin', Rose?

Fine, Myles.

Fine.

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

This is John Alden, [inaudible].

ROSE: Pleased to
meet you, Mr. Alden.

Pleased to meet
you, Mrs. Standish.

[woman laughing]

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

Weren't you a
[inaudible], Myles?

Yes.

Yes, I certainly am.

Captain Reynolds of the
Stillwell coming aboard, sir.

Is your ship riding at the
ready, Captain Reynolds?

Aye.

But why are His
Majesty's troops present?

Because his majesty
is fond of visiting

harassment upon those of his
subjects who displease him.

You haven't been
forbidden to sail?

No, not yet.

Now here.

We will hold firm
on the 42nd parallel

and drive the New World in
the straightest line possible.

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

I wouldn't dream of it, sir.

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

He had no idea
where he was going.

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

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

[chuckles]

So captain, have you
ever sailed to America?

Oh, years ago,
with cargo supplies

to the Jamestown colony.

I haven't.

For years now I've wanted to.

You see, when I think
of the New World,

I always think of the old maps.

Old maps, huh?

Yes.

You see, when the
map makers didn't

know what lay
beyond the horizon,

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

--[chuckles] And there
never were dragons.

Wrong, captain.

There always were,
and there always are.

[goats crying]

Oh, there you are, child.

Hello.

How d'you do, John Alden?

You know my name?

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

I-- I did not mean it so.

I was fearful.

Fearful of me?

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

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

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

[laughter]

Might I know your name?

Priscilla Mullins.

Give me a hand here
Alden, will you?

All married men without
wives, as well as

unmarried men and
grown boys will be

quartered together [inaudible].

Unmarried girls will
be in the aft section.

All others will go to the hole.

Captain, there are
18 married couples.

Yes?

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

Yeah.

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

after the savages
have eaten their meat

and gnawed their bones.

There is none to be
had on the Mayflower.

Some of them only been
married a brief time.

Self-denial is a
virtue sir-- even,

I imagine, for a Christian.

But should any of your
newly married couples

suddenly discover
themselves to be

in a fit of
uncontrollable passion,

they may feel free to
crawl beneath a blanket

or a piece of sail cloth.

Anything else, Mr. Mullins?

Two of my women are pregnant.

Will there be a doctor on board?

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

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

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

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

My doctor happens to
be a ship's doctor,

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

If the women go into labor--

Then you had best
find a midwife

among your women, Mr. Mullins.

Very well.

Here's your passenger list.

It numbers 92.

92 plus a crew on
a ship 90 feet long.

And you speak of privacy.

[laughs]

Step carefully, Elizabeth.

You carry precious cargo.

Uh, Stephen Hopkins, sir.

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

You're assigned to
the hole, Hopkins.

Right.

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

You're assigned to the hole.

The hole, indeed.

I represent the merchant
backers of this venture, sir,

over 70 prominent
business, without whom

there would be no venture.

To the hole, sir.

I am elected governor
of these people

and therefore require more
comfortable accommodations

than a ship's filthy hole.

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

Now move on or get off.

Hmm.

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

My wife, Rose.

To the hole.

[coughs]

Dr. Heale?

Sir.

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

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

Aye aye, sir.

MAN: Push that group
over this way, please.

Careful now.

Excuse me, I think
this market is ours.

Hmm.

How long has your
wife been ill?

Several years.

Her illness is not contagious.

[coughs]

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

It's gonna be wet and cold.

He's right, Rose.

Doctor, I wanted to
leave her at home,

but she wouldn't hear of it.

I'm a soldier, you see.

Since our marriage,
I've been away from Rose

more often than
I've been with her.

What was I to do, doctor?

[coughing]

What am I to do?

Well, keep her as
warm as possible

and give her as much
nourishment as she can take.

[music playing]

Any sign of him?

No matter.

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

Search it, every inch of it.

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

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

Show me your passenger list.

Is that an order or a request?

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

if it pleases you.

It's fine.

Who might you be searching for?

The criminal separatist,
William Brewster,

who persists in
preaching sedition

and writing tracts and pamphlets
against the royal will.

Well, sir, you will
not find that name

on that passenger list.

And I will have
you know that I am

a loyal subject, unaccustomed
to traffic with criminals.

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

Mary Brewster-- where is she?

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

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

Where might the elder
William Brewster be?

In his grave.

You lie.

My husband died.

I buried his poor
body and commended

his harassed soul to God.

You lie.

Show me where your goods are.

Are these your goods?

Give me the key.

Search everywhere!

What you say is true.

What?

I lied.

'Tis a sin to lie.

My husband's not dead.

You will telling me,
then, where he is,

and God will forgive you.

My husband is a cruel man.

Yes.

He beat me.

Humiliated me in
unspeakable ways.

Yes, yes.

I left him.

Then tell me where
I might find him

and punish him, for your sake.

I left him in Holland.

I left him in Holland.

You lie again.

Everything people say and
preach and think is built

upon lies, lies and deceit.

You would have me
believe, would you,

that your shepherd is sending
his flock to the New World

without him?

I know he's aboard this ship.

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

will sail until he
has been given to me?

You separatists.

You are proud without learning,
presumptuous without authority,

zealous without knowledge,
and holy without religion.

We are merely poor,
God-fearing people.

You are dangerous and
malicious hypocrites,

and England is well
rid of the lot of you.

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

The King's men
have left the ship,

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

(WHISPERING) Go, then.

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

How long will this
take, Mr. White?

I must not miss the tide.

I can't really say, sir.

I never been in a church.

On this day we are
trusting in our Lord

as we never have before,
trusting him to guide us

with his hand on
that wild ocean,

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

trusting him to bring us
together in that new world

called America.

Let us praise him in
our hearts and souls,

for he is our only hope
and our only salvation.

Amen.

ALL: Amen.

Is that it, Mr. White?

Is that the end?

(SIGHS) It would
appear so, sir.

His brevity's commendable.

We cast off.

(SHOUTING) Cast
off, you deck apes!

[music playing]

Hoist the [inaudible].

Shake out the four course.

Shake out the four course.

Loose the main gaskets.

Loose your main gaskets.

(SINGING) In Amsterdam
there lived a maid.

She was the mistress
of her trade.

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

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

Her hair was black,
her skin was white.

She slept all day
and worked all night.

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

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

She'll do a dance
for half a crown.

For three times more
her skirts come down.

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

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

I placed my hand upon her knee.

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

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

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

I placed my hand
upon her thigh.

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

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

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

[music playing]

Row her hard to port.

Row her hard to port.

Mariners, stand by your gear.

Every quartermaster
to his own station.

[inaudible]

[men heaving]

[cough]

Hello, Priscilla.

I was sorry we could not
talk longer yesterday.

I was sorry, too.

'Tis going to be a long voyage.

Yes, they say it is.

And an arduous one.

I do not know very
many of these people.

Packed so closely together,
I daresay you could know all

of them by this time tomorrow.

I do not think I would
fancy knowing them all.

Only a few.

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

There is one I should
like to know better,

particularly if there's
not one she already

favors above all others.

I know not who you mean.

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

But not so full of
heart as otherwise.

May I talk with you again?

Ay, John Alden.

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

[laughter]

And to the lot of you,
bloody puke stockings,

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

We're mariners, not nannies.

[coughing]

The baby will arrive
within a month.

[laughs] It kicks.

'Tis the movement of a miracle.

Indeed, it is.

Time for sleep now.

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

you had a living being in you?

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

But not knowing whether
it was male or female,

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

Not knowing whether it would
live happily or unhappily?

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

it until it becomes its
own man or woman and charts

its own life.

I'd like to ask
you many things.

Ask me.

I confess I don't know how.

There are things
that make me blush.

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

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

I must go to my quarters now.

Good night, Mrs. Brewster.

Good night, dear.

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

a musket, much less a canon.

I'd welcome another
soldier or two.

But they couldn't afford it.

[coughing]

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

I'll be fine, Myles.

And we do not know these people.

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

He may know of someone.

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

What young girl?

The one who was just here.

She has a lovely,
helped countenance.

I would like to know her.

Hmm.

[chattering]

[knocking]

Enter.

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

captain, for
undertaking this voyage.

Who are you, sir?

William Brewster, sir,
elder of the latent church.

We had much difficulty
finding vessels

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

William Brewster,
object of the search

now being connected by
every sheriff and bailiff

the crown can muster?

That same one.

How did you get aboard my ship?

The important thing
to me and to our cause

is that I am on board.

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

is that I not lose my
ship and my livelihood

because of the likes of you.

May I sit down?

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

You place my life and
limb in direst jeopardy

and you ask me to sit down?

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

was in direst jeopardy.

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

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

if he discovers you aboard my--

You need not shout.

This is my ship and
these are my quarters,

and I will bloody well
scream if I choose to.

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

Now you can either
accept my presence

with a modicum of
Christian charity

or have me fed to the fish.

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

this voyage for two reasons.

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

the New World before I retire.

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

You are cargo, and
that is all you are.

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

one week out to sea,
I would not hesitate

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

We will pray for your
immortal soul, Captain Jones.

Get out of here.

Go on, get out.

John.

What is her name?

Her?

The young lass with
the lovely green eyes,

the one I saw you with?

Priscilla Mullins, if
she is the one you mean.

Will you introduce me?

Why?

Why what?

Why do you want me to
introduce you to her?

You have a woman.

I have none.

It's nothing like
that, [inaudible].

My wife needs a nurse.

But why Priscilla
Mullins in particular?

What can I tell you, lad?

My wife asked for
her in particular.

Who knows a woman's mind?

Tomorrow morning, then.

[inaudible], John.

Tomorrow morning, right
after musket drill.

After what?

Musket drill.

Must be someone to stand off
the savages besides myself.

Are you convinced
the savages in America

will be hostile to us?

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

It's their land.

They haven't invited us.

Tomorrow morning.

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

that any leader has.

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

more about the future
than all of these

who sail with me and do it.

Yes, but they believe in you.

I am not a nag or a
complainer, William.

I want to say that first of all.

But you've come to
nag me with complaints.

I have.

And I admit it.

And it's uncommon
behavior on my part.

My complaint is Christopher
Martin, that merchant's swine

whom of authority
have elected governor

of the for no sane
reason that I can fathom.

Not only does he
treat all our bounty

with disdain and
contempt, well, he's

taken twice the space he needs.

I'm not surprised.

Mr. Martin is a most
disagreeable man.

You've make yourself
quite comfortable,

haven't you, Mr. Martin?

You call this comfortable?

None of our other people
have taken so much space

out of consideration for
their fellow passengers.

What has that to do with me?

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

But I won't.

We have our birds, our cats.

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

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

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

of your peasants combined.

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

Will you not prevail upon
your husband to change

his mind, Mrs. Martin?

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

We never argue.

Never, Mrs. Martin?

Never.

I heartily congratulate you.

Most marriages are not so
blessed with such tranquility.

Ready-- aim-- fire!

[guns firing]

[birds squawking]

At rest.

What is your name?

[coughs] Steve Hopkins.

What is your problem?

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

I'm not comfortable
with muskets.

A musket is not for
comfort, Mr. Hopkins.

A musket is not for
liking or loving.

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

A musket is for using.

So fetish a little more
interest, would you?

Your family's life
may depend upon it.

All right.

Once again.

Remove the match from the
serpentine with the left hand.

Left, left hand and hold
it between the fingers.

[laughter]

Fit the thumb and
forefinger of the same hand.

Hold the barrel upright
and pour your charge

powder down the musket--

[laughter]

You're going to continue
this for as long

as this voyage lasts, until
I am confident that you

can shoot an enemy
before he dies laughing.

[laughter]

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

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

A land of rivers and
forests without end.

Be there devils
in the New World?

Oh no.

There only be devils
in the hearts of men.

Shall we live there forever.

If God so wills it.

Should we die there?

Well, we must
all die somewhere,

for dying is a part of living.

Ms. Mullins?

Ms. Priscilla Mullins,
I should like to present

Captain Myles Standish.

Miles is in command of
our county's militia.

How d'you do, Captain Standish?

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

Please to make
your acquaintance.

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

I can remedy that
in short order,

if granted the opportunity.

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

Surely you jest,
Captain Standish.

Surely I do.

It would be a crime
against nature to place

a musket in hands like yours.

Now John here,
on the other hand,

is perfectly suited
for handling a musket.

Right, lad?

I dislike firearms, Myles.

I dislike violence in any form.

Oh, come now, John.

I know you're hear
as our cooper,

but even the most beautifully
made wine barrel in the world

would a little to
protect our women.

Was there not some
question, Myles, that you

want to ask Miss Mullins?

Something about your wife?

Are you in pain,
Captain Standish?

Uh-- no.

I'm fine.

Fine, Miss Mullins.

Better than fine, one might say.

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

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

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

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

Lead me to her.

You mean you will?

How could I say no?

Helping others is
Jesus' own example.

[music playing]

[knocking]

Enter.

Well thank you.

It grows colder
by the day, sir.

Yes, it's the Arctic winds.

Nurses pick that this
last week will have

proved to have been our best.

Thank you, Mr. White.

Aye, sir.

Good night.

Night, sir.

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

I'm thirsty.

I want another quart.

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

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

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

and I'm thirsty.

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

to last.

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

And do not ever lay
your hands on me again.

What is your name?

His name is John Alden.

More importantly, my
name is Myles Standish.

Now that is a friend of mine.

What do you mean
by more importantly?

It's just a figure
of speech, John.

Just a figure of speech.

You're not dangerous
enough, John.

People respect a dangerous
man-- especially women.

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

Did I mention a name?

[music playing]

You have problems, captain?

I have something more
than a mere problem.

A certain breather came
roaring down upon us now.

We'd go to the bottom
with all hands.

Mr.

Brewster?

Care to join us?

Well?

What is it?

I've been on the pumps.

They're barely keeping even.

You have leaks?

None that we can detect.

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

What weakness do
you speak of, sir?

The "Speedwell"
was reconditioned

in Holland at great expense.

That was before I
became her master.

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

They work the ship and
her strained timbers

open ever wider and wider.

What you propose?

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

I propose to abandon this
voyage and return to England.

What say you?

The speedwell is the
cornerstone of our plans.

She was to stay with us.

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

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

Without the speedwell,
our isolation in America

will be complete.

Captain?

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

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

reaching America.

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

week sail back to England.

I tell you, sir.

We were assured
of her soundness.

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

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

it is-- only a
fool would attempt

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

Would you attempt to complete
the voyage alone, Captain?

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

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

It is her passengers-- more
particularly, their degree

of confidence and courage.

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

must make a decision.

If we continue on,
we will be completely

isolated with what one holds.

And that hope will be
that our one small candle

on that forbidding shore
might-- in the name

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

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

Captain Jones and Captain
Reynolds wait your decision.

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

How many might his
stresses be, O, God?

But thou a shield
about me art, O God.

[singing]

How many that do
rise up against me.

How many that do
rise up against me.

I to Jehovah with
my voice call it.

I to Jehovah with
my voice call it.

You have your
answer, Captain Jones.

In truth, I expected no other.

[singing]

We continue on.

Even so, there may
be those among us

who wish to return to England.

This will be the only
opportunity they will have.

Those aboard the Speedwell who
wish to continue the journey

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

Consider carefully and
let me know your wishes.

I promise, I will
take the first passage

I can find in the
coming year, and we

will meet again in America.

Robert, the King
thirsts for your blood

as much as he does mine.

Let there be no further
argument, William.

It was not me they
were searching

for aboard this ship at dock.

Without you, there
would be no voyage.

For it is you our people
look to and follow.

And it is upon your
presence that their survival

will depend.

I'm sorry.

I am truly sorry
that any must return.

I never question
the will of God.

And neither do you.

Are you leaving
us, Mr. Cushman?

The Speedwell will
have to be sold again,

and her accounts settled
with our backers.

Then, too, those
who are returning

will have to be
seen safely home.

I see.

I see.

I thought perhaps
it was the Atlantic

that didn't agree with you.

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

Make ready to cast off!

You've lost 13 from
the Mayflower, William,

and gained 23 from
the Speedwell.

One more and we sink.

You're it, you're it!

You're it!

Am I the only
one here not deaf?

Stop it.

Stop it, do you hear?

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

and by damned, I need my sleep!

If I hear so much
as another whisper,

I'll throw you
overboard, all of you.

Aye, the children mean no harm.

We've been at sea
for two weeks now.

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

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

I think not.

Quiet, children.

You see, the mariners who
have deck duty at night

must have their sleep.

So perhaps it would be better
if you found somewhere else

on deck to play for right now.

Go on and try to be less noisy.

Go on!

Captain, could you
prevail upon your sailors

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

My men are profane,
Mr. Brewster.

Profanity is their
natural speech.

Their lewd and foul language is
upsetting to our congregation.

I bloody well tremble
for your congregation.

Sir!

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

That is precisely
what I'm asking.

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

that you and your people
are going to America.

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

and believe as they please.

Yet you ask me to impose
upon them exactly what you

yourself are in flight from.

Unrestricted freedom is chaos.

Unrestricted freedom
is Sodom and Gomorrah.

Ah, yes, Mr. Brewster.

That is true enough.

But the restriction of
freedom should rightfully

begin with actions, not words.

Punish the man who
murders, not the man

who merely threatens it.

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

Plum pudding, Captain?

Plum pudding.

I have threatened to
murder my own wife,

but I am pleased to
report that she's

plump, rosy-cheeked,
happy, insofar

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

I will no doubt threaten
to murder her again,

for she does the prepare the
most horrid and testable plum

pudding in all of England.

Why do you study me
so, Mrs. Standish?

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

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

Do you enjoy being a woman?

How am I to answer?

I've no other feeling
to compare with it.

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

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

But I do so like to receive.

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

For giving and receiving
is the heart's commerce

between those who love.

You have answered my
question, Miss Mullins.

Truly, you have.

We were surrounded by enemies.

We were outmanned and outgunned.

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

And the enemy was massing
to attack us in strength

the following morning.

And our backs were to the river.

But how did you ever escape?

I'm coming to that, Priscilla.

Now, there was
tremendous thunder

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

How did we escape?

Under cover of noise.

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

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

And under cover of
darkness and noise,

we floated away on
logs down the river.

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

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

Excuse me.

He's telling the stories
of the many battles

he's fought in foreign lands.

That must be entertaining.

Yes, it is, quite entertaining.

Have you always been a soldier?

Aye, and always will be.

Why, my life--

Mr. Brewster requires
your presence aft, Myles.

In a moment, sir.

JOHN: There seemed
to be some urgency.

Duty calls, ladies.

Excuse me.

I hope we will hear more
of your wonderful stories

before this voyage
ends, Captain Standish.

Aye, lass, that you will.

I have tales enough to
last this voyage and more.

Never much fancied
being interrupted, John.

Especially when
performing for the ladies.

Oh, so that's it?

You're jealous.
-Jealous?

No.

But I do not like
the spectacle you

make of yourself, telling
outlandish stories

of your heroism.

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

settled down with Rose?

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

The length and
breadth of England,

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

They number even battalions.

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

If I wanted that lass, John--

[chuckling]

Off you go, lad.

Deadly calm, is not, sir?

Aye, Captain Standish,
and uncommonly warm.

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

transferred from the Speedwell?

Aye, sir.

I have.

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

this coming winter?

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

death.

Ah, that is the question.

So keep your powder
dry, Captain.

Aye, sir.

You getting worried, Moses?

I beg your pardon?

You've delivered them
from Egypt, but how

will you part the Red Sea?

I can smell it coming.

We've already had
three weeks of weather

better than we expected.

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

It shall be a big one.

Sit down, Captain.

I'll fetch you a plate of food.

Thank you.

She is pretty, is she not?

Hmm.

Myles, you can admit
that she's pretty.

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

Over the years?

What is your meaning, Rose?

I've never said
anything to you,

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

and not know you?

I don't know what you mean.

I think you do, Myles.

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

You are a fair and
lusty man, Myles.

I knew that when I married you.

And I was prepared.

I thank you, Miss Mullins.

Good night.

Good night.

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

but I mean--

I know what you mean.

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

in a long time.

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

Aye, sir.

All passengers below!

All passengers below!

All hands, all hands!

[inaudible] Now, batten
down your hatches!

There'll be nothing
to do but huddle.

Run before the winds [inaudible]

Aye, sir.

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

[thunder cracks]

[moaning]

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

Get below deck,
you bloody fool!

No, I can't, sir.

We need a doctor in the hold!

My wife--

What is it?
What happened?

There will be no
doctor, Mr. Brewster.

For goodness sakes, [inaudible].

[screaming]

It's all right.

It's all right.

Elizabeth Hopkins has
given birth to a son.

What a place, what
a time to be born.

We thank God.

And I thank you.

He shall be named Oceanus.

Oceanus Hopkins.

American.

What is the state
of our provisions?

Poor, Mr. Brewster, sir.

Quite poor.

We've been at sea
for five weeks.

We should only have used
half of our provisions,

and already we're
low on many items.

What beverage we have is stale.

You can see, sir,
grubs and weevils.

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

They're roaches, sir.

They grow more numerous daily.

You might find a
sieve, Mr. Alden.

The grubs and the weevils
be separated from the bulk.

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

Aye, many sick, Captain.

And one man dying,
in my estimation.

One minute, he
perspires heavily,

and the next he
shivers with chills.

He complains of terrible
pains, like fire

in his arms and his legs.

Scurvy, sir.

I've seen it many times.

Are there any others like it?

Many are becoming so.

This is foulest smell
I've ever breathed.

These are your
fellow human beings.

That's all you can think to say?

What do you want me to do?

Shed a tear for them?

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

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

all that happens?

Yes, it is our belief.

Then, this is his doing.

But I still strongly
object to the stench.

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

Until it ends, Mr. Brewster.

Until it ends.

Many believe we will
never see America.

They believe we're going to die.

Yes, we know.

We do not like to
think about it.

Do you believe
we're going to die?

I do not know what to believe.

But to die now would
be such a waste.

There's so much I
look forward to doing.

Great things, John?

Natural things,
Priscilla-- marriage,

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

God willing.

[storm rages]

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

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

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

I would hold your hand.

It's all right.

Mr. Brewster, my orders
were that all passengers

remain below.

We are paying
passengers, sir, and we

will have a word with you.

[inaudible]

Aye, sir.

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

Run?

What are you talking about?

We cannot run, my friend.

We're at the mercy of the sea.

If you are discussing
our fate, why

was I not consulted, included?

We are going to perish.

I demand that you turn back.

Who is this?

I demand that you turn back.

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

What do you know
of this ship, sir?

Or of any ship for that matter?

What do you know of her
foremast, main mast,

[inaudible]?

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

or of her heavy
flax canvass sails,

as strong as chain armor?

I suggest, sir, that
you know nothing.

And I suggest that you keep
your stupid mouth shut.

Now, get out of my cabin.

Get out.

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

we are at the mercy of the sea.

When we do get under
sail, wind and weather

would be more favorable
for a run back to England.

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

but the Mayflower is
still solid on the water,

and that's what counts.

She's a solid,
dependable old girl,

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

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

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

out.

And even if the cracks
do open, there's

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

strained with too much sail.

Can it be that your
trust and your faith

is no longer in your god?

Sail on, Captain.

Sail on.

What did he die of?

I know not.

Regis?

I don't know.

Did he complain of any ailment?

The puke stockings.

Could it be their God
has struck him down?

Come on.

Bring him up on deck.

You intend to dispose of
this man without a word?

What do you mean
"without a word?"

Before burial, it is our
Christian custom to offer

prayers over the deceased.

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

What you and your people
have experienced thus far

stands as nothing to
that which awaits you.

Brief prayer is all I ask.

He wouldn't appreciate it.

I commit seaman George
Bennett, the loyal subject

of His Majesty, King
James of England,

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

Throw him over, then.

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

I read nothing of
it in your face.

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

than I would be in a
rocking chair in Surrey

watching the sunset.

What would life be if it
were all dumplings and warm

fire, that is not living.

That itself is slow death.

There is no challenge,
nothing to make

the blood run swift and hot.

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

Go, I must deal with her.

Priscilla, you remind
me greatly of myself.

I was young, and
healthy, and pretty.

You're pretty
still, Mrs. Standish.

Have you ever known
a man, Priscilla?

Known?

Have you ever lain with a man?

I--

You must forgive
bluntness in one who

is soon to leave this world.

I am a virgin, Mrs. Standish.

And like all
virgins, I suppose, I

am consume with a vast
wonder about those issues

I know nothing of.

You will be wanting a
man in the new world.

You will need one.

My husband has great
courage and skill.

He was born a
gentleman, you know?

Myles is a man of honor.

He has a-- a noble
and generous nature.

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

Why do you speak to
me of men and then

tell me about your husband?

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

I cannot give him to
you, Priscilla, but I

can recommend him most highly.

Priscilla, are you well?

I am well, John.

Mrs. Standish needs
something to drink.

How is Mrs. Standish?

I think she will
never be well again.

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

Something bothers you.

What is it?

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

She said that?

In so many words.

What did you say?

Nothing.

Nothing at all?

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

What would I have
told her, John?

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

I would never say anything
that might hurt her.

When I asked you if
there was one you favored

above all others, you gave
me to believe that you

wondered the same about me.

Well, I took heart from that.

Why are you angry with me?

I am not angry with you!

I simply do not understand
why you could not

have told the woman
of Myles Standish

what has transpired between us.

Why have you been leading me on?

I have not led you anywhere.

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

Myles Standish is a leader.

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

I will entertain what
pleases me, John Alden.

And best you remember that!

Mr. Alden!

[shouting]

We need a brace!

The main beam's broken.

Prop it up.

It's breaking up.

It's breaking up.

A spare beam.

A spare beam, prop
up a spare beam!

Better bring it quickly!

[inaudible]

[inaudible]

Come on, put your
feet behind it!

Does this mean your
ship is finish, Captain?

It very well
does, Mr. Brewster.

Yes, it does.

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

pray will not repair this beam.

Are you not
frightened yourself?

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

But this sea is mine, sir.

It is my life and my home.

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

and your kind, sir.

For you are strangers to her.

Put jacks through, William,
the great iron jacks!

Perhaps that will do it?

What's that?

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

Where is it?

It's in here, sir.

Get all the firearms
out of this thing.

All right, easy on the fingers.

Set it on the beam.

That's it, lads!

[laughter]

Mr. White.

Sir?

I've just made a decision.

Yes, sir?

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

Mr. Brewster?

Yes, Captain?

If you or any of your
people ever again find

one of my men in
any way offensive,

please report him
to me immediately,

and I will have
that man keelhauled,

branded, whipped, and then shot.

Does that include
yourself, sir?

Most particularly.

Come now.

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

Smile, Priscilla.

Can you not be happy
at our survival?

Your wife speaks of your
often, Captain Standish,

and of your future without her.

My future without her?

PRISCILLA: After she's dead.

Dead?

He has suggested, Myles
Standish, that I consider you

for my own when she is gone.

It was love that
prompted such boldness.

I never dreamed there
was a love so strong

as the love she holds for you.

I would have a word
with you, Myles.

I wish to be alone, John.

I wish to be alone.

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

Or to think of Priscilla
Mullins, perhaps?

You're wrong
about what I think.

You have had your eye on
her from the beginning.

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

and vital, and full of promise.

Rubbish!

Rubbish and more rubbish.

MYLES: I speak the truth.

And I say the
truth is not in you.

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

Charm her while
your wife lies ill?

My wife is dying.

Do you understand me, John?

Rose is dying.

Do you only now realize this?

You have known it all along.

You had to have known it.

Everyone on this ship knows it!

What kind of man
are you, anyway?

Answer me, damn you!

What kind of man?

A weak man.

What?

A weak, weak man.

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

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

finally forced to face it.

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

was never one I could love.

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

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

I did not awake in the
middle of the night

and touch her warm,
beloved, lovely body.

I just wish I were myself
when she was there.

And soon-- soon she will not be.

[sobbing]

--[inaudible] My
father was a mariner.

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

he was shipwrecked and stranded
on an island of Scotland.

He carved this for me.

Take it, lad.

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

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

we are now back on
the 42nd parallel.

We are grateful for
what you tell us,

but it will not solve
our people's problems.

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

What food we have
left is barely edible.

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

The water's
changing color, sir.

I've sent the leadsman
to take soundings.

Good.

Land ho!

Where aways?

Two points on the
weather bound, sir.

Land, land!

There's land!

There it is, look!

Thank the Lord.

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

holds in this wild place?

Have you any idea what
you want it to hold?

I might.

And yourself?

Do you know what you want?

I know very well what I want.

But wanting's not
always getting.

One must search, John,
before one finds.

And one must plan
before one harvests.

I-- I was talking
with Myles last night.

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

Is there something else
that you would prefer

me to speak of, Priscilla?

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

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

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

I love you, Rose.

I cherish you.

I always have.

I know.

Well, Mr. Brewster.

Well, Captain.

Are you prepared for your
further and greater ordeal?

God will stand with
us, just as he brought

us safely across the sea.

It'll be a harsh winter.

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

I will take your word.

I'll wager that a 100
pairs of black eyes

are watching us
this very moment.

For a savage is
fond of nothing so

much as an Englishman's blood.

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

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

But not all of them.

Pigheaded.

You're pigheaded, sir.

I shall be mightily pleased
to have the lot of you

off my ship.

Will you?

Goodbye, Mr. Brewster.

Yeah