[Pocahontas looking a John's Helmet himself] John Smith: It's called a helmet. Pocahontas: Helmet. [Flit tap it his Helmet, looks shocked and scares away] John Smith: So... what river is this? Pocahontas: Quiyoughcohannock.. John Smith: You have the most unusual names here, Chechomony, Quiyoughcohannock, Pocahontas. Pocahontas: You have a most unusual name too... John Smith. John Smith: Hey! [about Meeko eating his hardtacks] Is this bottomless pit a friend of yours? Pocahontas: Meeko. John Smith: Well how do you do, Meeko? [goes to shake Meeko's hand] It's all right, it's just a hand shake. Here let me show you. [Long pauses out] Pocahontas: Nothing's happenin'. John Smith: No. No, I need your hand first. [She holds her hand out and he shakes it] It's how we say hello. Pocahontas: This is how we say hello. Wingapo. John Smith: Wingapo. Pocahontas: And how we say goodbye. Ana. John Smith: I like hello better. [Flit they start breaking off each hand, Flit an goring to him] Yeah, I remember you. Pocahontas: Flit doesn't like strangers. John Smith: But I'm not a stranger anymore. Stubborn little fellow, isn't he? Pocahontas: Very stubborn. John Smith: Hey! [Meeko grabs a compass in the bag, and running off] Pocahontas: Meeko! Come back here. John Smith: Don't worry, he can't hurt it. [Meeko tap a compass on the rock] Hey! [John tries grab his compass and Meeko climb in the tree] Pocahontas: Meeko, bring that back! John Smith: No, it's all right. He can keep it. Call it a gift. Pocahontas: [about compass] What was that? John Smith: My compass. Pocahontas: Compassed? John Smith: It tells you how to find your way when you get lost. It's all right. I'll get another in London. Pocahontas: London? Is that your village? John Smith: Yes. It's a very big village. Pocahontas: What's it like? John Smith: [about London village] Well, it's got streets filled with carriages, bridges over the rivers, and buildings as tall as trees. Pocahontas: I'd like to see those things. John Smith: You will. Pocahontas: How? John Smith: We're going to build them here. We'll show your people how to use this land of properly. How to make the most of it. Pocahontas: [confused] Make the most of it? John Smith: Yes. We'll build roads and decent houses. Pocahontas: [about the Indian's village] Our houses are fine. John Smith: [sarcastically] You think that only because you don't know any better. [Pocahontas angrily walks off, Flit attack away for him] Wait a minute. Don't take it that. Hey! Wait! [after Pocahontas stopping the her canoe] Wait! There's so much we can teach you. We've improved lives of savages all over the world. Pocahontas: Savages? John Smith: Uh, not that you're a savage. Pocahontas: Just my people! John Smith: No. Listen. That's not what I meant. Let me explain. Pocahontas: Let go! John Smith: No, I'm not letting you leave. [Pocahontas jumps out of her canoe and climbs up into a tree] Look, don't do this. Savage is just a word, uh, you know. A term for people who are uncivilized. Pocahontas: Like me. John Smith: Well, when I say uncivilized, What I mean is, is... [He grabs a branch, but the branch is not strong enough to hold his weight, and John falls back to the ground. Pocahontas jumps down after him] Pocahontas: What you mean is, not like you. [singing] You think I'm an ignorant savage, and you've been so many places / I guess it must be so / but still I cannot see, if the savage one is me / How can there be so much that you don't know? You don't know...| You think you own whatever land you land on, the Earth is just dead thing you can claim / But I know every rock and tree and creature has a life, has a spirit, has a name / You think the only people who are people are the people who look and think like you / But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger, you'll learn things you never knew, you never knew...| Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon, or asked the grinning bobcat whey he grinned? / Can you sing with all voices of the mountains? / Can you paint with all the colors of the wind? Can you paint with all the colors of the wind...| Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest, come taste the sun-sweet berries of the Earth / Come roll in all the riches all around you, and for once, never wonder what they're worth / The rainstorm and the river are my brothers / The heron and the otter are my friends / And we are all connected to each other / In a circle, in a hoop that never ends! | How high does the sycamore grow? / If you cut it down, then you'll never know! / And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon, for whether we are white or copper skinned / We need to sing with all voices of the mountains, can you paint with all the colors of the wind... You can own the Earth and still all you'll own is Earth, until you can paint with all the colors of the wind... [they hearing drums] John Smith: What is it? Pocahontas: The drums. They mean trouble. I shouldn't be here. John Smith: I want to see you again. Pocahontas: I can't. John Smith: Please, don't leave. Pocahontas: I'm sorry. I have to go. [she runs off back to her canoe and John sadly watch her, Meeko and Flit left then fades to black]

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