Striving for Freedom (In einem wilden Land)

Based on actual events

Will you kill me now?

Conrad Kemp

Then kill me. Do it.

GOJKO MITIC

Wages for work. -Wages for work.

June 4, 1844 Peters waldau, Prussia

Wages for work.

Away with starvation wages.

The weavers die of starvation, while Baron Die rig eats his belly full

I'll get the others. -Alright.

Away with starvation wages.

Away with the weavers' tax.

Wages for work.

Follow me.

Away with starvation wages. Away with the weavers' tax.

You exploiters. -Away with starvation wages.

Away with the weavers' tax.

Die rig, come outside. -Come outside, Die rig.

Show yourself, coward, or we'll come in.

We demand to speak to von Die rig, about the abolition of the weavers' tax..

the feudal tax...

and a pay raise for every man, woman and child who sits behind a loom.

As you wish. Get ready. -Watch out.

Take aim. -Watch out.

Fire.

Reload.

Mila, quick.

Mila, faster. -Cease fire. Advance.

Stay with me. Stay with me, please.

Stay with me, Mats.

Go to Texas. -What?

To... To Llano.

Mila, come. -No.

My son gave me this for you.

He must have suspected it wouldn't end well.

What's that? -Your future.

Three hectares of land in Texas.

They have Erich. They're searching every house.

The Breslau court has issued a warrant. Mila, you have to leave. Come.

CHRIStA SCHAMBERGER - YOUNg

CHRISTA SCHAMBERGER - YOuNG

CHRISTA SCHAMBERGER - YOUN Mila, come. -Go, go.

Open up. -Out the back.

Go on, open the door. -Quick, go.

Where are they? -Who?

There's no one here. Here's another door.

L LOW TTO WELL

SEBASTIAN ELIAS

My poor girl. My one and only child. Oh God.

My beloved Mila, when you read this letter, I'll be dead..

a casualty in a struggle we can't win, not in this country...

which gives its people no voice, but only tears.

Don't shed any more yourself, I beg you. Fulfill my last wish and leave.

Go to Texas. Live a different, free life.

Become happy, my love, and forgive me for not being able to be there. Your Mats

BERTHA SPIEKER

Kerstin Nomi Drink, Maria. -Thank you.

Soon we'll see the Llano River, and plains as far as the eye can see.

And grass that grows up to your hips.

The Llano. MAX WIEDEMANN -It sounds as if you'd already been there.

Yes, I have. Almost every night, MAX WIEDEMANN for the last four years.

Yes, I have. Almost every night, for the last four years.

We've given everything up to make a new start there.

No country more beautiful in this time as ours here, both far and near

where we feel well under the lime trees at eventide.

Carol in Hecht

Wild Land

Go on, pull.

INDIANA POINT, TEXAS

INDIANA POINT, TEXAS

Indiana Point, Texas

Indiana Point T TEXAS

There's Mother. Over there.

Look at that.

Our new homeland.

The sick must go into quarantine at once. Thanks.

Mother.

Stay back. -Maria. That's my wife.

I'll take care of the sick. Please.

Martin. Martin, come.

Is that your family? -Yes, my husband and my son.

Can you walk? -Yes.

Be careful.

Your Highness. -The same uniforms, here as well.

For our protection. -That of the nobility, not ours.

Cecilie, ma ch è re. We're delighted.

Mon oncle, I'm glad to see you again, especially in this distant country.

The court could fortunately miss me. The fate of the second-born, I'm afraid.

But here we'll be the first. -Mon oncle, my husband Arnim.

I expected your ship sooner, Hohenberg.

The trek was meant to start weeks ago. Everything is ready. Carts, wagons.

Your Highness, I can do a lot, but not create wind.

Which is a shame. Now we must hurry. It's at least two months to Llano County.

But I don't see that many people. -The cholera, Uncle Carl.

Yes, a terrible ordeal.

But you'll multiply again. It's human nature.

I urgently need a doctor for my maid. -Call Dr Kor des, Muller.

At your orders. -Mon ch è re.

That crossing took forever.

Look, new arrivals.

In lockstep.

Fire.

And you are?

A shot. -It's a drill.

Martin Seitz. I'm a carpenter from Kirr lach, near Karlsruhe.

With my wife Maria and my son Konrad. -Very well.

My son and will build you a new Friedrichs burg.

Rely on us, Count von Hohenberg.

Where's your wife? -Over there, with the doctor.

And my wife's papers? -She'll get them if she survives.

She will survive. -Let's hope so.

Step aside. Next, please.

Emilia Hofmann. -Ah, from Peters waldau. A weaver girl.

Where's your husband, Matthias Hofmann?

He's dead.

You can't join the trek without husband. Next.

Jakob Ö ls chl ä ger, cartwright. -A cartwright.

No, that's not right, wait. I need my ticket. That's my land.

The Mainzer A dels verein decides who can or can't join the trek.

No women without marital protection. -Then what did I come all this way for?

I swore to my husband I'd go to Llano. -That's very noble of you.

Sir, I must go to Llano. What am I to do here?

I can work.

My wife will probably need a new maid soon.

Come along. -Show me what you have.

Let go of me.

I like that.

Doctor?

You can't come here. Also for your own protection.

Good day, Doctor... -Kor des.

My maid Rena is here. I want to see her. -I can't grant you that wish, Countess.

I will carry my own responsibility. I won't let my responsibility for my maid... Rena.

Oh God. -Countess.

Rena, can you hear me?

Countess, what are you doing?

Come. It's okay. -Anti mom ium Tartaricum.

You know Samuel Hahnemann's theory?

Cure like with like. -So the body can defend itself.

But chamomile isn't good. -No, it dehydrates.

Thyme. -Yes, and honey.

I'll get you some.

How's Maria? -I don't know. They won't let us in.

Why do only we die, not them? They have everything, we nothing.

They still rule our lives.

I thought this was the land of freedom.

What happened, Mila? -He confiscated my ticket.

Without a husband I can either die here or become the Countess's maid.

A maid. -The Countess is inside the tent.

Just a moment.

Excuse me, I'm going in to see my wife. -You can't go in there.

I told you, you can't go in. -You can't keep me from seeing her.

Rena. -Countess Hohenberg?

My name is Mila Emilia Hofmann.

Your husband says you need a new maid. I can start right away.

Please, forgive me. -Go away.

But your husband. -Go.

What are you doing here?

Stay away from this tent.

Rena?

She's too young to die.

She's been with me since she was 14. It's unfair.

I believe we humans are part of a higher order...

and need a compassionate heart, like you have now.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Always keep your eyes closed, my boy.

Governor, I'm honoured. Colonel Count von Hohenberg.

I'm not the governor, just the envoy, Ambrose Wilks.

Very well. -Excellent.

Then we can finally take action and bring these formalities to an end.

Arnim, let the settlers line up to have their landownership in Llano certified.

Mr Wilks, I hope you brought your stamp.

I'm afraid I have bad news from Houston.

Your land warrants have to be redeemed at Fort Cooper.

Fort Cooper? That's in the interior, just before the Llano River.

The warrants expire in three weeks.

I'm sorry, but those are the rules of our newly elected government.

To Fort Cooper within three weeks? How can we do that?

Is this a tactic to keep us from claiming our land?

Are there too many of us Germans here, Mr Wilks?

SA

I'm sorry, there's nothing I can do. -Prussia will be angry, Mr Wilks.

At least give us an extension. -I can't. Reach Fort Cooper in time or...

Thank you, Mr Wilks, it's clear you won't help us.

It's just over 300 miles. It should be possible.

With 400 men, women and children? And farm horses?

Not even the Pony Express can manage in less than five weeks.

Our scout, Jack Slayton. -No way, gentlemen.

Look, here are the On igawa Mountains.

You'll have to take the wagons apart and carry the parts across.

Then we'll go this way. -Straight across Indian territory.

Blond scalps are in high demand. Let me show you something, gentlemen.

How do you like that?

Those were the Pawnees. The Comanches aren't that delicate.

We call this the Comanche Barrier. No one gets through easily.

Mr Wilks, your government just doesn't want us to take possession of our land.

We've ordered all Comanche chiefs to Fort Cooper for negotiations.

Ordered? And how did you do that? Did you send them a sealed letter?

We'll take the best carts, horses and hand workers.

and all the land warrants and take the shortest route.