All language subtitles for Strangers.S01E02

[Standish]
You heard Captain Jones.
We cannot reach Virginia.

If God sees fit to deliver us
further north,

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

'Tis said the savages
flay their captives alive

with the sharp-edged shells
of fishes.

We shall call our colony
New Plymouth.

[man speaking Native language]
Perhaps they come to dwell.
Not to fight.

[speaking Native language]
Perhaps they come to do both.

[Bradford] Where is my wife?

[Hopkins]
You still believe, do you?

[Bradford]
Without belief, sir,
I'd have nothing.

The People of
the First Light...

Come as friends.

Move for the shore!

They're coming!

[Squanto]
The English stole corn from
their stores.

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

[shouts] No!

[Bradford]
They called us pilgrims.

But today we are soldiers.

We knew we were wrong to
steal their corn,

but for them to take a child...

The Lord tells us,
"Whoever sows injustice
will reap calamity

and the rot of his fury will
fail."

Why are we stopping?

[speaking Native language]
Hello?

A witch.

There are no witches here.

Lies.

[Howland] Deliver me, O Lord,
from the evil man, preserve me
from the cruel man,

which imagine evil things in
their heart and make war
continually.

They have sharpened their
tongues like a serpent,

-adders' poison is...
-[woman exclaims]

Don't let her touch you,
Hopkins.

Keep me, O Lord,
from the hands of the wicked,

preserve me from the cruel man
which purposeth

-to cause my steps to slide.
-Hunt!

It is not you we hunt,
I swear it.

[woman speaking
Native language]

[Squanto] She says a man
took her children.

The same man who enslaved me.

Thomas Hunt.
She thinks you are Hunt.

Me?

[Bradford] We are not
responsible for what
happened to your children.

We have come for only
one of our own.

I'm sorry.

Savagery is a plague that
infects us all.

We cannot return
your children to you,

but you can help us return
his son to him.

Enough of this.

I don't care if Hunt
enslaved a thousand Nauset.

[rifle uncocks]

I will still avenge for
every single hair harmed
on my boy's head.

[speaking Native language]
It hurts.

Does it not?

To lose what you love.

Forever.

[spits]

[speaking Native language]

What says she?

They are waiting for us.

[Standish] Ready your weapons.

There!

Men, keep your eyes
on the rocks!

Hopkins, to your right!

Another one!

Wait, behind.

[Hopkins] They're everywhere.

Standish, we are overwhelmed
here.

Steady. Steady.

[speaking Native language]
We come for the boy.

We?

Do you also count yourself
one of them?
What is he saying?
Where is my boy?
Where is my son?

[speaking Native language]
What do you want from them?

To let us live without fear.

Fear of attack.

Fear of theft.
He wants no bloodshed.
No theft.

The boy?

[speaking Native language]
Tell them to leave
these shores.

If I did, do you think
they would listen?

Enough with this babble.

Wait, wait, wait, is the boy
still alive?

[speaking Native language]

We know that we stole from you
when we first came here.

[Squanto translates]

[Bradford] We were hungry.
We were desperate.

We were wrong.

[Squanto translates]

For now, we offer you this
as a token of our proposed
friendship.

Let it serve as a promise until
we can properly recompense you.

[translates]

[Squanto speaking
Native language]

[speaking Native language]
Bring him.

[Squanto speaking
Native language]

[birds chirping]

[women exclaiming]

[woman 1] Oh, praise be
to the Lord!

[woman 2]
The Lord protected you.

[Elinor] My boy! Come here.

[Priscilla] Are you well?
Hello, Priscilla.

[women speaking indistinctly]

Are you all right?
-I'm fine.
-What?

[Billington] Ms. Hopkins,

your husband was bewitched
by an ancient savage.

I saw this magic
with my own eyes.

You shut your beak, Billington!

-What did they do to you?
-Nothing.

No, look at me. Look at me.
Are you well?

-I'm fine.
-The devil's magic
governs your husband.

I govern myself, Billington!

I do not seek slaves.
I do not seek the glory
of war.

I spoke my own truth
to that old woman.

My own truth!

Come, John.

Such a blessing.

[Billington] Hmm.

You're not relieved to see
your son safely returned?

Relief is a fleeting sensation.

Justice. Vengeance.
Would that I had either.

Well, I am grateful.

What's that, then?

What?

That.

It's a gift from John, Jr.

It's a gift from the savages.

They was gentle with him.

They fed him. They clothed him.

Are you so easily seduced
by savage adornments

that you would neglect to
remember that these people
kidnapped your boy?

He said he was lost.

-Lost?
-Mm-hmm.

It is beautiful, I grant.

Isn't it?

May I?

[scoffs]

John!

Our son is an imbecile, woman.

I expect him to get lost,
time to time. Not you.

It's a necklace.

It may be witchcraft.

They are not our friends.

We may use them,
but never shall we trust them.

Do not lose sight
of where you stand.

[woman 1] I'll go and fetch
the water, then.

[woman 2] I'll be sure
I stoke that fire.

Oh!

[Elizabeth coughs]

[indistinct chatter]

Thank you.

[speaking Native language]
They are frightened of you.

Less so now.

You would have become
their friend?

It is why Massasoit
has sent us.

Massasoit sent us
to watch Squanto.

Who is here to ensure
the alliance.

Squanto has endeared
us to them.
We mustn't undo that.

Neither you or I
understand his words.

Lies if you ask me.

I did not ask you.

Be kinder to them.

Gentlemen, nearly a year
we have been without a church.

And now the town is hearty,
the weather fine.

I submit that we undertake
construction at once.

[men speaking indistinctly]

We need a surplus
going into winter

and we cannot divert energy
from laboring the land to
construct a church.

Mr. Hopkins, we speak
of priorities as well.

-God is our priority.
-Yes. Hear, hear.

How quickly you've
found your tongue, Howland.

You've been your own man
for, what,

-two months now?
-[men laughing]

Sir, we are all bound by the
same contract with Weston's
Merchant Adventurers.

We are to pay off our debt and
make good on their investment.

Now, we cannot attain
a dispensable surplus unless
we trade with the savages.

A church does not
preclude us trading.

[Hopkins] Absolutely.

With respect,
there's a popular worry

that you Leideners are more
concerned with establishing
your Separatist church

than a thriving colony
for us all.

-[man] That's right.
-[Hopkins] Look, we are all
God-fearing here.

I would be happy
to lay the first nail
in the church myself,

but this, first and foremost,
is a commercial venture.

[man] Indeed.

At least, that's what you said
to Weston to get here.

You think trading behooves us?

That would be
the commercial part.

Squanto says that Massasoit
doesn't even have
the resources we need.

[Squanto] Another village.

Nemasket. They would have
what you need.

Very well then.

We shall suspend plans for the
church, and we will trade with
the Nemasket.

-[men] Hear, hear.
-[indistinct chatter]

[Kaya singing
in Native language]

You don't have to stop singing.
You have a lovely voice.

Please, sing.

You don't like being here.

Do you? Or rather, you don't
like us being here.

Hey, I don't like
us being here, either.

I...

I only came because my husband
has something to prove in this
world.

He promises that...

all our troubles are worth
enduring.

I suspect you've been told
similar tales.

[speaking Native language]
Why do you bother?

We do not understand
each other.

My husband wishes me
to be friends with you,
but I have nothing to say.

I'm only here because
this is where Massasoit
has placed him.

I go where he goes,
I live where he lives,
I do as he wishes.

So here we are.

Your words fall on my ears
empty of meaning, but still...

...I answer you.

What...

What are you, um...
What are you working at?

What, um... What is it?

Nasaump.

Nasa... Nasaump?

Nasaump.

Is it food?

Foo-- Food.

Food.

[chuckles]

Yes.

"Yes"?

You know "Yes." That's good.

-Um...
-[chuckles]

Nasaump. Food. Yes.

-Yes.
-[Elizabeth chuckles]

[speaking Native language]
Did Massasoit approve
this move to trade?

The alliance doesn't call
for his approval
on matters like this.

You have it all planned out
in your mind, don't you?

Have I betrayed you,
Hobbamock?

Have I disappointed you
in some way
that I'm not aware?

I can not tell.

No one can.

That is the problem.

Only you speak their tongue.

Then let me teach you
your first English word.

Trust.

Trust.

[speaking Native language]
If I told you what it means
would you believe me?

Hmm.

[speaking Native language]
Let us keep to our skills.

You with your war club.

Me with my words.

[speaking Native language]
As you know,

Massasoit has formed
an alliance
with the English.

They've sent us here

to propose trading
with your village.

You do their bidding now?

We do the bidding of Massasoit.

For many months,
we've lived among the English
in our own wetu.

They have embraced us
and have shunned violence
where they can.

To trade with them

will strengthen your standing
as an ally.

Is that so?

Wituwamat?

[speaking Native language]
What brings you to Nemasket?

Like you...

I come to trade.

You are a long way from home.

Not as far as you, Squanto.

We were all surprised
when you did not
journey back with their boat.

[indistinct grumbling]

[speaking Native language]
Then again...

You have more to gain
by staying here

and supporting Massasoit
and these English.

[indistinct grumbling]

[Wituwamat] To trade our goods
with the English
is to strengthen the enemy!

We Massachusetts invite you...

[men chattering in agreement]

...to stand your ground
against the English!

Stand your ground
against their thieving ways!

Stand your ground
against those who
would betray us!

[indistinct shouting]

Bid farewell to Squanto.

[men talking indistinctly]

[insects chirping]

[cawing in distance]

[muffled grunting]

[speaking Native language]
Where's Squanto?

[grunting]

English! English! English!

[men shouting]

[screaming]
[grunting]

[war cry]

[gunshot]

[Hobbamock] Wituwamat!

[indistinct shouting
in distance]

[Hopkins]
Now this doesn't look so good.

Perhaps we should take some of
the wounded back to Plymouth
to care for them.

What? Standish.

Relay this for me.

Behold!

We have dealt swiftly,

and justly, with those of you
who would aggravate us

and our alliance
with your king.

We do not wish to fight you.

Only to trade.

We will not be intimidated!

Tell this to your neighbor.
Convey my words!

We do not wish to fight you,

but should you elect
to raise your hand to us,

we will conjure
a wrath of violence upon you

that will reverberate
for generations to come.

Tell them.

Tell them.

[applause]

As he runs over to the savages,
as he's just about to strike,

Hobbamock tumbles
to the ground.

[man] No!

[Standish]
No, no, no, he does!
He tumbles.

He takes an arrow
in his hand and, pff...

sticks it in the savage's foot.

[cheering]

Tell me, though. This villain
among them, he escaped?

Wituwamat. Yes. Barely,
but yes.

-Was he wounded?
-[Hopkins] No, no.

Only those that
returned with us for mending.

An arrow in one. The other two
shot with minor wounds.

Howland here, he bested a man
with his bare hands.

[cheering]

God gave me strength
in that moment.

-[Hopkins] Yes.
-[Standish] Hear, hear.

I'd have done more,
were it not for being
an early target.

-Oh, yes.
-[Standish] I'm sure of it,
Billington.

Because, as we all know, they
always pick off the strongest
first.

[men chuckling]

Any thoughts as to how the
Indians will respond to this
show of might?

It's a universal truth
that violence conjures respect

if doled out with precision.

And this, uh... Witu...

-Wituwamat.
-Wituwamat, yes.
He's from a different tribe?

Yes. Massachusett.

Wituwamat is a... is a rogue
who wields an English blade.

He does not speak
for the people of Nemasket.

He's just an agitator.

And might this agitator call on
the Massachusett to retaliate?

I think not.

[Hopkins] Standish and Squanto
conveyed our intentions.

And cautioned against
any further mischief.

Mark me, the word will spread.

We will not be
underestimated again.

[indistinct chatter]

[Squanto speaking
Native language]
Thank you.

Huh?

They said you lead the raid.
you told them to come for me.

Massasoit sent me to watch you.

But not to protect me.

No.

So...

Thank you.

You talk too much.

You with your war club.
Me with my words!

And which is
the more destructive?

Hmm?

What do you mean?

You were sitting there.
Unbound. More an
honored guest than prisoner.

I talked them out of bonds.

I'm sure...

And what else did you
talk them out of...

...or into?

[Ms. Tilley]
"Do all speak with tongues?

Do all interpret and earnestly
desire the higher gifts?

And I will show you
a still more excellent way.

Love is patient and kind."

[knife scraping]

Knife.

Knife. Knife.

Earth. Earth.

Earth. Earth. Earth.

Fire.

Fire. Fire.

Christ.

[alarm clanking]

[indistinct chatter]

[Bradford]
What are we to make of this?

They seem to come in peace,
do they not, Squanto?

Yes, they come in peace.

Word of Nemasket has spread.

They know you to be strong.
They come to honor you.

[Squanto]
This is Canacum of Manomet.

They honor you.
They honor King James.

We welcome you, Canacum.

We are eager to establish
a firmer peace with you all.

[translates]

Hmm.

Canonicus.

[speaking Native language]
I didn't expect to see you
among this group.

We've heard these English
tended to those they wounded
at Nemasket.

If they would deal
so honorably...

then the Narragansett
would make peace
and come to honor them.

Canonicus.

Grand sachem
of the Narragansett.

[Bradford]
I've heard a great deal
of you and your people.

It is an honor
to receive such a noble party.

[speaking Native language] He's
humbled to receive a leader
that was once so mighty.

I come peacefully by choice.

These are gifts
from my people...

That you have taken
from other peoples...

Tributes from allied tribes
who are weaker.

Were weaker.

Canonicus honors you.

He honors King James.

And with great pleasure
do we acknowledge you

as royal subjects
of King James,

King of Great Britain,
France, Ireland,
Defender of the Faith.

Next is Aspinet.

King James.

Yes. King James
is honored, sir.

[speaking Native language]
I may not understand the words
you whisper to these people...

but I do know the word,
King James.

I know this name.

This name is no friend of ours.

No friends of yours, Squanto.

I caution you not to offend
these people, Canonicus.

Offend?

We've come in peace.

Whether it's their intent
or your words poisoning
their ears...

it's I who am offended.

The Narragansett are offended.

To come here was a mistake.

Please, please.

I know our ways differ
from each other.

We have much to learn of this
new world.

And I believe
you stand to learn
a great deal from us,

from our civil ways,
our godly ways.

But for now, we wish to convey
only gratitude.

Gratitude for your friendship,

gratitude for our collective
health,

gratitude for what
all parties have overcome,

gratitude for God's great
bounty.

His wrath.

His mercy.

[indistinct chatter]

Massasoit, my friend.
You are welcome.

[speaking Native language]

Son?

Yes, um...

This is Peregrine.

[speaking Native language]

[laughing]

[indistinct chatter]

[cheering]

[laughing]

[cheering]

[man] All right. Go on.
[scattered laughs]

[all laughing]

[Standish] You simply place
your aim on the stand,
and when you're ready...

[women gasping]

[men] Whoa.

[indistinct chatter]

[women laughing]

[clears throat] She must be

your... your queen?
Your queen, yes?

Neswaya.

Wife.

-Wife?
-Yes.

Nes... Neswaya.

-Neswaya.
-[Winslow] Neswaya. Yes.

Neswaya.

Wife. Wife.

-Wife.
-No, you, uh... I-- I mean...

Neswaya.

The woman with whom you...

you would have children with.

He understands you fine,
Winslow.

They have many wives here.

I say.

[Massasoit] Neswaya.

Indeed. I don't know
whether to envy the man
or pity him.

[laughing]

[Massasoit speaking
Native language]

Lizzy.

[indistinct chatter]

They are a robust people,
the Pokanoket.

Thanks to the alliance,

now other tribes
pay tribute to them.

Hmm.

You say "them."

Do you not count yourself
one of the Pokanoket?

I am a subject of Massasoit,
but my people are gone.

[indistinct chatter]

Strange thing, to live amongst
others and yet feel so alone.

[Squanto] Hmm.

But not today.

No, not today.

[indistinct chatter]

[speaking Native language]
So it was worth it
to trust Squanto after all.

He's proven himself loyal.

Just watch that
his loyalty to us is not...

overshadowed by
his fondness for them.

[Hobbamock] Hmm.

[speaking Native language]

It is a message
from Canonicus of Narragansett.

The good kind of message
or the bad kind?

Snakeskin and arrows.
A symbol of war.

[speaking Native language]

[Squanto] He threatens you.

He was the one who
angered quickly at
the name of King James.

Narragansett many?

Untouched by plague,

they command more warriors
than any other tribe.

-A number.
-Five thousand. Warriors all.

With this, he says
you are weak,

you are powerless.

Stop.

Tell this man we have
another sort of bundle
for him to return with.

Let us answer fire with fire.

[indistinct chatter]

[speaking Native language]
Gunpowder and bullets,

a message from
your English friends.

They said you left them angry.

I'm Canonicus
of the Narragansett people.

They would prefer
that I be Canonicus,
subject of King James.

They would prefer
the same for you.

Your pride is commendable.

Pride is not my concern.

Pride didn't bring me
here today.

It is fear.

Fear for my people.
Fear for your people.

Now that we Pokanoket
are thriving with
a powerful ally?

Now, suddenly,
you fear for my people?

This is a threat to war.

You heard what they did
in Nemasket.

Even your Hobbamock is eager
to fight alongside them.

Squanto and Bradford...

they poison people's minds.

They know there are many ways
to fight us.

They say the English teach
of their own god.

Teach them to speak
like Englishmen.
I do not want that for you.

The Englishman will end us,
Massasoit.

I said that pride did not
bring me here.

I was wrong.

Pride is perhaps
all I wish to discuss.

Pride in our people.

Pride in our ways.
Pride in our future.

Move, men, move!

-[hammering]
-[tools clanking]

Canonicus could
descend upon us
at any moment!

We will not stop working
until the village is
fortified.

[indistinct chatter]

[Squanto]
We are running low on corn.

And the weather is turning.

[Bradford]
What of the latest harvest?

Not enough to last.

But it's not just the corn.

Furs, tools, we need
a great many things soon.

We must trade.

Certainly. We will send
a trading party south
to Nauset.

No, we mustn't, Bradford.

We need all the men that we can
spare here

to defend the village
in case Canonicus attack.

[Winslow]
No, I agree with Squanto.

The women grow desperate
for some staples that we eat,

and we have not had time
to prepare for the cold,

as we've been consumed with
construction these past weeks.

And if there's no one left
alive here to eat the corn
when the party returns,

then the whole trading
expedition is pointless.

And if there's nothing to eat
or keep you warm

after fending off
the Narragansett, then
your wall is pointless.

[Hopkins] Oh, my wall, is it?

Now, you may be
the same hue of brown,

but something tells me
that the Narragansett

view you as pale
as any Englishman.

We need provisions.

We need defense!

You are both correct in your
estimations.

A small but swift party
will travel south to Nauset.

Madness.

Standish, John Alden,
Hobbamock and you
will travel with Squanto.

-Me?
-[Bradford] Hmm.

You would send our commander

on a trading expedition
while we're under siege?

Squanto is of immense
value to this community,
Mr. Hopkins.

Indispensable, you'd agree,
I'm sure.

He will be protected.

As we've seen already,
there are many who would
do him harm for helping us.

If numbers is what you
require here, then only
four will travel south.

But I, your governor,
will choose which four.

[speaking Native language]
Why go south when we can
travel faster inland to trade?

Bradford insisted.

[thudding]

Too shallow still.

Push out further, and mind
the bloody rocks, Alden!

[man panting]

[Howland] Halt!

[panting]

[speaking Native language]

[panting]

[man speaking Native language]

What do you make of this,
gentlemen?

From judging by his tone,
he needs some kind of help.

If only we'd had
an interpreter.

[speaking Native language]

-Howland!
-Yes, Governor.

I've often seen Ms. Tilley
reading to Hobbamock's boy.

Aye, he's catching on quickly.

Fetch him at once, please.

Yes, sir.

What is it?

Nothing, Captain.

I wasn't speaking to you.
Speak up, Alden.

We're taking water
from the seams, Captain,

from where we
hit the rock earlier.

-Can you fix it?
-Possibly. We may need
fresh lumber.

Aspinet will help us.
We can fix it when we return.

Well, that's assuming
we make it.

Head for the shore.

We'll have a look there.
Come. Move! Move!

Go. It's all right.

[Bradford] Tell this boy.

Tell him.

[speaking Native language]

Enough. Enough.

What does he say?

He say he come
to speak to Squanto.

Massasoit and Narragansett
become one.

Would they attack us?

We're vulnerable.

To say the least.

-I don't believe him.
-[Hopkins] Oh,
believe it, Bradford.

Your clever notion to
antagonize Canonicus
has yielded this fruit.

Who did this? Who hurt him?

[speaking Native language]

Massasoit.

I suspect we might be good
for another few hours.

Very well, then.

We turn back.

No!

We have a mission.
We must go south.

Not in this boat, we won't.

Then we mend it.
There are good trees here.

Captain, it'll take us longer
to fell a tree and prepare
the lumber

than to double back.

I will help.
Hobbamock will help.

[speaking Native language]
What are you telling them?

This must be fixed.
We must return.

Hobbamock agrees.

He doesn't look like he agrees.

-He agrees.
-I do not know
your babble, man.

But I do know that what
he just said was anything
but an endorsement.

[speaking Native language]
You only know what I tell you.

[distant explosion]

That's ours. Move!

Push!

[speaking Native language]
What have you done?

Push, man, push!

What is the state of things?
Was the village beset?

Not yet.

Yet?

[indistinct chatter]

What's this?

He comes to tell us our friend
Massasoit has allied with
Canonicus.

They're planning to attack us
tomorrow.

[Bradford]
His wounds were sustained
for speaking against them.

He seems to be a familiar
of Squanto.
[speaking Native language]

Canonicus and Massasoit
will attack the English.

You believe what he says?

This man has come to warn us.

We must attack Pokanoket.
We must attack hard and fast.

[Hobbamock speaking
Native language]
No.

Massasoit would not order this
without telling me. No!

This...

This is your plan all along?

You would have them
attack Massasoit?

[grunting]

[speaking Native language]
Let me choke these lies
from your throat.

[Squanto choking]

Enough!

[Squanto gasps]

Lies! Lies!

Squanto lies!

The question boils
down to this.

Is Massasoit truly our friend
or our enemy?

It boils further still.
Is Squanto our friend
or enemy?

How dare you question his
allegiance?

Have you already forgotten
all that he's done for us?

I will not orchestrate
an unprovoked attack

on our greatest ally
without confirmation
as to their intent.

Let us send Squanto
to speak with Massasoit.

-Hear the truth.
-No!

If he is in fact conspiring,
then he cannot be trusted to
deal truthfully.

I'll trust Hobbamock sooner.

No, also no good.

If Hobbamock is in league
with Massasoit and they
attack,

I'd rather have him here in
chains than wielding a bow
against us.

So... So, what then?

Someone who would
return with the truth.

Yes. Someone who has
something to lose.

[speaking Native language]
Take good care of yourself.

[kisses]

May your journey be
a swift and safe one.

How can you send a defenseless
woman to do a man's work?

-I beg your pardon.
-[Hopkins]
Hold your tongue now.

Now, she's off to confirm
what is true and what
is false,

whether Massasoit
is a friend or an enemy.

And what if he's an enemy?

What, does he let her wander
back to live amongst
the English villains?

Or does he burn her alive,

leaving her husband captive
and her poor boy an orphan?

That's enough!

I will watch over
Wematin for you.

He will be safe with me.
I swear it.

[speaking Native language]
You didn't blink to see your
cousin bleeding back there.

Did he come with enough blood
on his brown
to make the point?

Or should there have been more?

You plot against the leader
who took you in.

For what?

To whisper in the ear
of the English?

Power is what
you've sought all along.

At any price?

I hope for your sake,
Massasoit is merciful.

Captain.

Sound the alarm!

[loud clanking]

[man] Sound the alarm!

[indistinct chatter]

Ready the drillers.

[Hopkins] Easy, Standish.

It could be that
they've come to parley.

[speaking Native language]
This is a different welcome
from our last meeting.

Tell us what Massasoit
would say.

He wants Squanto.

He wishes to speak
with Squanto. Mr. Howland!

[Wematin] No.

He wants Squanto.
Wants his head.

You would exact such a heathen
ritual upon one of your own?

He was wronged.

He's entitled to it per
the agreement when we
formed the alliance.

We've got our answer then.

This answers nothing.

It only proves that Massasoit
is vengeful and bitter that
his plot has been foiled.

Canonicus made himself plain
when he spat in our faces

and sent us a display of
intimidation.

Whether or not Canonicus
is our friend is not up
for discussion.

It's whether or not Massasoit
has betrayed our trust.

By the look of it,
he's the one that's
been betrayed.

Look, I agree. Massasoit has
always been a good friend of
ours.

As has Squanto.

[speaking Native language]

He say, this your agreement.

Squanto hurt Pokanoket.

[speaking Native language]

If English are not friend,

English are enemy.

We cannot risk losing our ally.

If we anger Massasoit
now, all our fears
will be realized.

So now, you are friend
to Massasoit, hey, Billington?

He'd be a friend to no one.

Though you hold Squanto dear
for his skills,

he has compacted with
the devil on this pact.

Do you all truly believe that
Squanto has conspired all this
time to start a war?

Mr. Winslow.

Do you believe we are all
just pawns?

It doesn't matter
what we believe.

It doesn't even matter
what is the truth, William.

And we cannot
allow our families

to be jeopardized for the life
of one man.

[Alden] Captain!

Captain!

I saw something from my post.

[panting] We are besieged.

-[Bradford] I knew it.
-[Alden] No, no, no,
no, no, no!

Governor, it is not
the savages.

[waves splashing]

-[Hopkins] Who is it?
-[Billington] Not ours.

Doesn't look like
a merchant ship.

Might it be French?

[Standish] God help us
if it is.

We must take arms
and proceed as if.

We don't have the means to
protect ourselves against a
French warship.

Well, once we
hand over Squanto,

we can rally Massasoit
to help us defend Plymouth.

No, Squanto stays.

Whatever flag flies
above that ship,

Squanto will be of
tremendous value to
them and, in turn, us.

No, no, no!

So long as we have him,
we have something
to bargain with.

A liaison to the Indians
and leverage for our purposes.

William. William, please.

-Squanto will stay with us.
-Bradford!

[Squanto speaking
Native language]
I will stay on here.

The English are besieged...

...and need me.

In turn,

you need me as well.

Enough!

You cannot keep him!

You violate the agreement!

Squanto is a liar!

A dog!

Bradford, give him up.
Or else, we're doomed
from either side.

I cannot.

[speaking Native language]
You are no friend to Massasoit!

I'm sorry.

[speaking Native language]

You are alone.

You've done it now.
Do not question my judgment,
Billington.

Oh, I do not question.

You, sir, are blind!

This is insubordination.

[Hopkins] Insubordination?

Says the holy man from Holland.

After all we've built.

After all we've overcome.

You would throw it all
away for this man?

It is precisely
because of this man

that we have overcome
anything at all.

Is it? Is it because of him?

I remember a time
when William Bradford

attributed everything to God.

If a ship's mast broke,
it was God.

If a man grew ill, it was God.

If a man's wife drowned--

Don't you dare
speak of Dorothy!

-[Standish] Easy, Hopkins.
-What happened to that man?

I mean, do you mean to tell me

that the good Lord carried you
across this ocean,

built this village,

and then this brown angel
takes over from there?

Do you now worship at the feet
of the Great Squanto?

You offend us all
with your talk, sir.

You all offend me!

And you. You should be worried
just the same, Winslow.

I mean, be it the French,

be it the Pokanoket,
be it the Narragansett,

it doesn't matter.

When the attack comes,

arrows and muskets will not
discriminate between
saints and strangers.

Today, sir, you have
made blasphemers,

liars and fools of us all!

[man] Push!

Push!

[indistinct chatter]

[man] That's it, men.

[indistinct chatter]

[man panting]
Countrymen.

-I, Phineas Pratt...
-[man coughing]

...bring you greetings
from the good ship Fortune,

King James, and the Merchant
Adventurers Company.

This bodes ill, William.
They're supposed
to resupply us.

If these starving wretches
are any indication,

they haven't enough provisions
even for themselves.

Lucky for us
they're not French.

Nothing to fear with this lot.

I wouldn't be so sure.

[birds squawking]

[speaking Native language]
What do we do now that
the English are our enemies?

Are we at war?

For now, we wait.

For what?

To see who wants us
for an ally.

Perhaps the English
will change their minds

Perhaps.

And perhaps
we make other plans.

[man slurping]

[man 1] Hey, give me
some more of that.

[man 2] There you go.

I beg your pardon, ma'am.
I only wish to say thank you.

Save your thanks for God.

[man coughing]

[chuckles]

An unsavory bunch, they are.

We will pay dearly for this,
Bradford.

How? They are weak and hungry.

They're hungry for bread,
for our supplies and our
women.

We do not know them,
we cannot trust them.
They make us vulnerable.

Let us show them
a little Christian charity.

Mr. Pratt.

We're obliged to you for your
kindness and your generosity.

[Bradford]
We are happy to welcome you
for the moment.

[Winslow]
And while you are here,

you will respect our customs,
and keep the Sabbath.

We are God-fearing people too,
Mr. Winslow.

Good to hear. Your men,
you have no wives, no families?

By design. The company thought
single men would work harder.

[Hopkins]
Our women here are few,

and fewer still, those
that are unmarried.

Not sure I glean your meaning.

They will be respected
by each and every one of you.
Am I understood?

Perfectly.

The patent for your colony
is for where, Mr. Pratt?

Uh, Point Sutliffe.
North of here.

There is
a Massachusett village
near there, Wessagusset.

It would do you well
to make friends.

Is that what you have done?
Made friends with the savages?

[Winslow] Yes. We have
endeavored to do so, yes.

[Rogers] And why in God's name
would you do that?

It's in our best interests
for reasons of trade
and comity.

Have you not heard the news
from Jamestown, then?

What of Jamestown?

A massacre.

A quarter of the colony
butchered in a morning.

Three hundred men, women
and children slaughtered by
the savages without mercy.

And their aim was to wipe out
the entire colony in one blow.

And they near succeeded,
but for the grace of God.

I must know some of the dead.

A nightmare. Women
and children, too, yes?

The Powhatans must have been
provoked beyond endurance.

How are you not angry at these
savages for murdering your
friends?

I'm angry beyond belief.

But who's to say
who the savages are?

Some friendly, some hostile.

I used to see things
as black or white.

But now, in this new world,
I see only gray.

And what do we learn
from this gray?

We endear ourselves
to our Indian neighbors,

and then, at the first chance,
we betray them.

What's done is done.

But what do we do now?

Do we attack these people
that we call our friends?
Do they attack us?

Stephen.

I'm terrified about
what might come.

Do not say that.

Don't ever say that to me.

You're the husband,
I'm the wife.

I'm not allowed to sign my name
or wield a gun
or negotiate terms.

And you...
You, Stephen Hopkins,

you are not allowed
to be afraid.

[Standish] Get him up,
we're taking him to Massasoit.

Pick him up, come on.

[Squanto groaning]

What in God's name
are you doing?

'Tis for the good
of the colony.

You heard what happened
in Jamestown. People are
terrified.

'Tis hysteria! It will pass!

The savages hereabouts
will have heard of
the massacre.

Those that are hostile towards
us will be emboldened.

I am ordering you
to let him go!

We hand Squanto over to
Massasoit, reestablish
the alliance.

He is our friend!

Do not compel me
to lay hands on you, Governor.

I have too much respect
for you.

Now, you call this respect,
do you?

Get out of our way.

[Bradford] Release him!

Unhand him, Standish!

[Standish] Hopkins!

I thought you were with us!

And Bradford thought you were
with him.

You do as your governor says.

[panting]

-If you will not give up
Squanto--
-I will not.

Then you must find another way
to mend fences with Massasoit.

And fast.

Aye. Mend it quick, Bradford.

Or by God, I'll bring him
Squanto's head myself
and leave you the rest.

Thank you, my friends.

[panting]

I thought you were against me.

I am. And this
is your decision.

I've seen enough mutiny
for one lifetime.

Just to be clear,
I am not your friend.

Just because I trust Bradford
will come around,

does not mean I trust you.

Careful how you tread,
for I fear your luck
may be running out.

[panting]

[speaking Native language]
We have heard the English
would not give up

their Patuxet slave.

He is Bradford's favorite.

You and the English
are no longer friends.

The Pokanoket have
many friends.

And now the English have none.

Are you content to
let them have him?

He is a stray dog.

But he belongs to you.

One who found your lost dog
and brought him back to you...

that man would be your friend.

[men chattering indistinctly]

[men laughing]

Let me help you, love.

I can manage. Thank you.

I know, but I insist.

Please, sir.

Oh, yeah, you're
a bit of a tough
one, aren't you?

-I don't need your--
-Leave her be.

Is this your one, is it?

[man laughing]

You all right?

You're not to touch her again.

Do not even look at her.

[chuckles]
[grunting]

'Tis unfriendly of you
to turn us out.

We cannot feed you any longer.

Yeah, nor shall we suffer
the disrespect you give
our women.

[Bradford] You must go now
to start your new lives.

Do as we have done.

Trade with your neighbors
and treat them fairly.

-Trade with the savages?
-[Bradford] Mm-hmm.

You have to trust
a man to trade
with him.

How can you trust a savage?

The savages are human beings
very much like ourselves.

Quick of apprehension,
trustworthy, just.

Trustworthy? Trustworthy?
Resist the temptation to steal
from them.

Or you will suffer
the consequences,
I guarantee it.

Move on. Let's go.

[Rogers] And you
call yourselves Christians.

[indistinct chatter]

I don't believe it.

Damn them! Devils!

-What is it, Mrs. Billington?
-[Elinor] Look!

They've taken the corn!

They've taken the beans!
Everything!

The strangers.

It's gone, it's all gone.

We are undone.

Bradford.

Damn them.

We have suffered
a grievous loss.

The harvest is months away.
We face a lean time.

As God will provide.
He always does.

[crowd in unison] Amen.

He might provide us a bit
more, long as he's at it.

Aye. Dole out with
a bigger spoon.

For now, Captain Standish
will lead a trading expedition
to Manomet.

We are owed eight hogsheads
of corn and beans.

That will provide
the most immediate relief.

I worry about leaving
the colony undefended
in my absence.

It is but a day's journey
there and a day's journey
back. We'll be fine.

[Standish sighs]

Very well.

I'll take Mr. Alden
and Mr. Howland.

You will take Squanto as well.

You're not afraid
I'll lose him along the way?

Trade his head for a hogshead?

Despite your recent turn
to the vulgar, I know you
to be a man of honor.

And besides,
I'm coming with you.

[birds chirping]

[speaking Native language]
Greetings, sachem.

We have heard of the trouble.

Trouble?

We have heard
the Great Sachem Massasoit
desires your head.
This trouble between Massasoit
and the Engish

is like a spring storm.

Soon done.

Massasoit is like
a father to me.

I'll speak to Massasoit
as a son

and this bond will be mended.

[indistinct chatter
in Native language]

Wituwamat.

That is the Massachusett
villain we spoke of
at Nemasket.

[speaking Native language]
Wait.

Sit and eat with us.
You are all my guests here.

Canacum.

Do not trust these English.

Do not trust their dog.

I know first hand
neither can be trusted.

Perhaps.

But trade talk can wait.

Now...

Let us sit and eat.

Squanto?

We sit and eat.

Do you remember me?

I was there the very morning
you ran away like a coward.

If I see you pull your blade
like that again,

I'll turn it on you faster
than you can wipe that
smirk off your face.

Tell him, Squanto.

[speaking Native language]
He says the meal is delicious.

[laughing]

[Wituwamat]
He is small like a child
and angry like a wife.

Shall I translate?

I get the gist.

That blade, not from
around here.

[Squanto speaking
Native language]
He likes your knife.

This?

Yeah.

[speaking Native language]
I took this from a man
larger than you.

With it, I've killed
many French warriors.

And if the English continue
to encroach on our land
in Wessagusset...

and steal our corn...

then this knife will
paint itself

in English blood.

I heard him say Wessagusset.

He threatens the English there.

He threatens Standish.

Let us eat.

[speaking Native language]
I, Tisquantum,
last of the Patuxet...

who has been
to England and Spain

and Newfoundland,
and across the Great Ocean...

more times
than any man here...

I put aside all bad feeling

and drink to your health...

drink to your health...

[choking]

Squanto. Squanto. Hey, hey.
What have you got?

[men speaking Native language]

[Squanto coughing]

[men continue speaking
in Native language]

[breathing heavily]
Are you all right?

I am not.

What is it, then?

I have the fever.

The mark of death.

Nonsense.

William Bradford.

I am here.

You know what my name means?

"Tisquantum?"

I do not.

"Rage."

What does your name mean?

Nothing.

Just...

Bradford was my father's name.

You love your father?

I never knew him.

He died when I was one.

Mine died when I was
across the ocean.

I'm sorry for that.

[sighs wearily]

All my people died.

When I returned, I had nothing.

And then you came.

With your women and children.

And strangers.

You.

You built something new.

And I was angry.

Yet you helped us.

It was meant to be
that we meet.

T'was God's will.

God's will.

[sighing]

Pray for me.

I cannot pray to your gods.

Pray for me to...

To the English god.

-To the god in heaven.
-I will pray for you,
Tisquantum.

I will pray for you.

You are my friend.

And you mine.
[crying]

[coughing]

[labored breathing]

[breathing stops]

Where we stand now,
his village once stood.

If ever a man had
a reason to be
bitter, it was he.

And yet, he befriended us.

Squanto was a special
instrument...

[voice breaking]
sent of God for our good...

beyond our expectation.

His death is a great loss.

[Winslow]
Standish and others
believe he was poisoned.

I would, too, at that.

I ate what he ate
and drank what
he drank.

But perhaps they used
some kind of Indian magic
to which you were immune.

Wituwamat did seem pleased
by his distress.

Tisquantum has many enemies.

-As do we.
-Well, it's not quite
the same, though, is it?

Isn't it?

Look, your eulogy
was moving, William.

In the end, Squanto
was scheming towards a war.

-Sin of pride
blinds you, Edward.
-Pride?

Pride.

-"Let he who is without sin--"
-Yes, I know the verse.

Then heed it, Winslow.

We are all scheming here.

Scheming against each other,
scheming against the savages
of the land.

Yes, perhaps, but
our intention is pure.

And Squanto's?

A man who spent half his life
enslaved by our people?

-His intentions were impure?
-Yes.

That is the pride in you
of which I speak!

Squanto may have been guilty

of coveting what he
could not have.

A land, people, family.

And I would be lying to say
I do not covet the same.

I, too, would be lying
to say it.

Edward, the Lord forgives you
for believing you're better
than that man.

[birds chirping]

Here, take it.

[man chuckles]

Hello?

Rogers?

[Bradford]
Did you steal from them?

We told you not to.
You brought this on yourselves.

-We are desperate.
-Hmm.

Some trade their clothing for
food and go about naked.

Disgusting.

Some have even sold themselves
as servants to the Indians.

This cannot stand.

We must teach these savages
a lesson.

We cannot go to war with
Massachusett

just because some of
our idiotic countrymen
behave foolishly.

Wituwamat and the Massachusett
grow more aggressive to us.

More warlike every day.

You invite that with your
weakness.

There are rumors that
they are gathering allies,

planning an attack.

On you?

On all of us.

Plymouth, too.

[alarm clanking]

[Standish] Open the gates.

Massasoit.

[speaking Native language]

What of him?

Massasoit sick.

[Winslow] Take me to him.

How fares he?

[speaking Native language]

He'll not live through night.

[chanting in Native language]

[whispers indistinctly]

Massasoit. Massasoit.

No!

[muttering indistinctly]

I come here not to pay my
respects, like we do for
the dead and the dying.

I'm here to help.

Winslow.

Yes?

[speaking Native language]

Uh-huh, Massasoit. Massasoit.

[speaking Native language]

[speaking Native language]

He say he not see you again.

Hey, I bring food
and medicine to heal.

[speaking Native language]

[translates]

[speaking Native language]

[whispers] Here.

[groaning]

No wonder he can't swallow.

His tongue is furred.

[speaking Native language]

Need to wipe away
the corruption on his tongue.

[Wematin translates]

[speaking Native language]

[groaning]

[Winslow whispers reassuringly]

[coughing]

Massasoit.

[speaking Native language]

He sees, he sees.

[speaking Native language]

I need, uh... I need some water
and some herbs to make a broth.

Ugh.

[grumbles in Native language]

[Wematin chuckles]

-He--
-There's no need to translate.

Winslow.

[speaking Native language]

[Wematin] He thanks you.
You save his life.

We thank God for
your recovery, Massasoit.

Let us put the past behind us.

[Wematin translates]

We desire to be your friends.

We desire to be
the Pokanokets' greatest ally.

[translates]

[speaking Native language]

English and Pokanoket friends.

Yes. We are grateful.

Uh...

[speaking Native language]

[both laughing]

[speaking Native language]

Plymouth in danger.

Wituwamat and his allies
plan to attack the settlement
at Wessagusset first

and then Plymouth.

[Billington]
Then Pratt was right.

The rumors are true.

According to Massasoit.

-You said they're allies.
-Several tribes.

The Narragansett
being the most numerous
and powerful.

If the Massachusett and the
Narragansett join forces--

[Hopkins] It'll be as bad
as Jamestown.

Massasoit must have known
of this plot for some time

and was content
to let it ripen.

As you say, he was
angry with us.

[Billington] Over Squanto.

This is your fault, Bradford.

You should have let us
deliver that lying savage
to his enemies.

Now we'll all pay the price.

Let's say he's telling
the truth,

and he's not gonna use us
against his enemies.

What do we do?

Strike first.

Should we not wait until
there's clear evidence
of hostile intent?

An attack is imminent, William.

They are gathering
their allies.

We strike them first.

We have worked hard to gain
their trust.

To draw first blood...

[Billington] Whose trust?

These devils are not the same
as Massasoit and his kin.

They're as different from each
other as we are the French.

If we wait until after they
attack Wessagusset,

word will spread and our
adversaries will be too many.

You saw how they
responded to us
after Nemasket.

Strike hard, strike fast

and show them
who runs this land.

Bradford, you and I
have been at odds.

But heed me now

as the man you hired to
ensure your people's safety.

Wituwamat's intentions were
clear. You saw it in his eyes.

He was there
to make an alliance
with the Manomets.

It's clear as day.

He murdered Squanto
and laughed at us.

This is crossing
the Rubicon, Bradford.
There's no going back.

Nothing will be the same again.

Hopkins, you manage
the watch like I said.

We'll be fine.
Watch yourselves, you hear?

Well, why do they have to take
Wematin? He's just a boy.

He'll be fine. That boy's
better equipped than
most of our fools anyway.

Leaving.

What now?

Just come back, please.

I always do.

Now, before you act, make sure
you ascertain the threat of it.

If there's any doubt about
their plan, you back away.

And if there's not, Governor?

We put an end to this
now and forever.

Make an example of this
bold and bloody villain...

as a warning and terror
to all of that disposition.

Bring me his head.

Spread the word.
For their safety,

all Englishmen should come
to the fort this evening.

What are you planning?

We must ascertain whether
their plot is real and
dissuade them from violence.

Go on.

Invite Wituwamat
and his friends to come
and eat with us tomorrow.

Tell them
we come in friendship
and we come to trade.

-You credit these rumors?
-[Hopkins] I do.

You know, in Jamestown,

they were sleeping
when the attack came.

And I don't just mean
in bed with their eyes shut.

They thought they were safe
when they were not.

That's not happening here.

Wituwamat.

Welcome.

Come. Sit, please.

[speaking Native language]

We are happy you are here.

We want friendship.

[translates]

We want to trade.

[translates]

We want peace...

between the Massachusett
and the English. Hmm?

Peace?

Peace. Exactly.

Peace.

[speaking Native language]
They want "peace."

Their peace...

our death.

Our peace...

their death.

Please. Take as much
as you can, please.

Hobbamock, the bread.

[grunting]

[shouting]

[men panting]

[Standish] Coward.

[grunting]

Lift him up.

[grunts]

I rejoice to see you all
returned!

Any wounded?

Cuts and bruises.
Nothing serious.

[Elinor] John, the blood...

It's all right. It's not mine.

What did you do?

What needed doing.

John.

You were successful then?

It was a great victory,
Governor.

[sighs softly]

[Standish]
They fought valiantly.

Why hang his brother?

-A lesson.
-In what?

Power.

[speaking Native language]
Your tribute.

[speaking Native language]

Can't sleep?

Nor I.

What weighs on you
this evening?

Tomorrow's celebration.

The second giving of thanks
in the new land.

The Pokanokets will bring
venison and turkey.

Everyone will eat
and drink themselves sick.

You shouldn't worry.
It's gonna be a grand party.

Cementing our friendship,
our victory at Wessagusset.

Wessagusset.

That is what weighs on me.

Second thoughts?

What if it was all talk?

What if they were
never going to attack?

Sooner or later,
they would have.

You believe war between us
is inevitable.

Don't you?

We encroach on their lands,
we break our promises,

we disrespect their gods,
we glorify ours.

That is a good thing.

You made the right decision.
It brought peace.

Let us hope that it lasts.

[man] Gentlemen!

[speaking Native language]

For you.
[inaudible]

[speaking Native language]

[cheering]

[indistinct singing]

[people clapping]

[singing in Native language]

[Bradford]
They called us pilgrims.

But what have we become?

[indistinct chatter]

[Bradford] Saints? Strangers?

Savages?

We came for God.

We came to move forward.

For ourselves.

For our children.

John Bradford?

I am your father.

Hello, Father. I'm glad
to meet you.

And I you, son.

Shall we go?

Your mother
missed you terribly.

She spoke of you every day.

And she wondered
how fast you were growing up.

What you were doing
that very moment in Holland.

She was counting the days
until she would see you again.

Come.

Do you remember her?

You were very young,
'tis all right if you don't.

I do, a little.

I remember her voice.

I hear it sometimes still.

As do I.

She'd have been very proud
to see you this day.

Come.

Look at all we've done.

[instrumental music playing]