Robin and Marian Page #3

When they were all dead, 3000

bodies on the plain...

...he had them all opened up...

...so their guts could be explored

for gold and precious stones.

Our churchmen on the scene,

and there were many...

...took it for a triumph.

One bishop put on his mitre

and led us all in prayer.

And you ask me if I'm sick of it.

Why didn't you come home then?

He was my king.

Come. Walk with me.

That's where the kitchen was...

...and over there we stored the ale.

And this...

Was this our house?

As small as that?

The door was here.

I tried so hard to keep it clean.

I was right to love you

all those years ago.

It's odd, I know I loved you...

...but I can't remember how it felt...

...or who I was.

Of all things, I found peace

most difficult to come by.

I suppose I took the church up

out of anger.

It's a blur,

but I think I thought...

...of all men, you would mind

most if I married Jesus.

Not a good beginning.

For months, when it was time to sleep,

I'd think of you.

Oh, my confessions

were the envy of the convent.

I said endless prayers.

Did dreadful penance, but...

...nothing helped but time.

I have found peace.

I don't dream about you

anymore, Robin.

I'll see you back safely

into Nottingham tomorrow.

I think one of my teeth is loose.

I never mean to hurt you...

...and yet it's all I ever do.

You never wrote.

I don't know how.

Did you sleep well?

- Did you?

- To Nottingham then.

The abbey first. My things

were left behind, in the confusion.

- Well, you'll have to ride with me.

- I always did.

If you still know how.

- It won't be long.

- Mother Jennet!

They've been taken.

We were in the garden.

- The men came in.

- The sheriff and oaf?

We all ran. They caught

and took the others.

- Took them all!

- lf you'd kept out they'd be here now.

You think it's you he wants? It's me.

It's John and me.

- He's in his castle waiting.

- Take me to Nottingham.

- No, not you, we're going.

- I'll walk if I have to.

Take her to camp.

We'll join you later.

I wish I were a man.

I'd knock you down.

Now that's my Marian.

Nottingham.

There she is, John.

You look ridiculous!

He'll never come.

I know him.

He's a little bit in love with death.

He flirts. He teases.

I can wait.

They haven't changed a thing!

- Shall we go on?

- Why not? See what there is to see.

No harm in that.

- See anything?

- Not yet.

He knows we're coming.

He'll be waiting...

...watching.

Not a soldier anyplace.

So far.

- Ah, Robin.

- Where?

You can't see anything but a crowd.

I see a wagon with three horses.

One to pull, but two to push?

I'm almost sorry.

Now. At once.

Aye, sir.

What now?

We set up shop. Do you see a table?

Hey!

- Why not go out and get him?

- Why go out when he'll come in?

There they are.

It's no good being inside all day.

Walk where you like.

I don't understand what he means.

Hey, there! You, lad!

- That's not your table.

- It was empty.

No difference. What's mine's mine.

Now get off with you.

- I need it. I'll buy it from you.

- It's not for sale.

I'm good at faces.

I know you, don't I?

I could have sworn that...

That's not your wagon.

Fat man, been here all week

from Bristol. He left this morning.

Be you thieves?

Take the lot.

- Fair's fair, that's too much.

- Listen.

If you don't move, I'm gonna

have to split you from here...

...to there.

John.

It's madness going in there.

There's only one way in.

They'll bang the gate down on us.

We could always come back tomorrow.

Oh, look!

Skillets! London-made!

What? Just pots and pans.

Pots and pans!

Pots and pans!

Pots and pans, Sisters?

- There's a wagon beyond the gate.

- You're not supposed to be here.

- Can you see it?

- We can't buy pots, we're prisoners.

- God almighty! Do you see the wagon?

- You profaned God's name.

- Who are you?

- Jesus Christ...

A friend of Mother Jennet's,

and if we don't leave, we'll all die.

Cut it, for chrissakes!

Move!

Up.

Where in hell are your crossbowmen?

Get them out here!

This isn't much better.

Those bloody nuns!

Hey!

After them!

God!

- There's Robin Hood.

- Which one?

Him!

- Mother! There's barely time...

- Go on!

Do as they ask!

- Robin!

- Jump!

- I'll hurt myself.

- For chrissakes.

That's him.

I should have taught you better.

Two old men, for Jesus' sake,

two old men.

This one's still alive.

Take care of him.

As for the rest of them...

...take up their limbs and bury them.

You there!

- Raise it! Raise the gate!

- I can't, my lord. How?

I ought to let you go.

I'll bring him back.

Bring him back from Sherwood?

You won't even find him.

- I can do it.

- In full armour, in the woods?

You'll sink in the bogs.

I've tried it.

I've gone in after him.

I never even saw his archers.

Just the arrows in my

soldiers' bodies.

I can get him, and you failed.

And you don't like it.

All right, get some men.

Raise the gates.

Here. Take this.

Give me your bow.

Get up there, keep watch.

Come on. Come on.

Come on!

I can't keep doing this

kind of thing anymore.

Turn left!

- Turn left!

- No, no.

She never did have the

touch for driving.

Do you think they'll come after us?

We'll hear from Will if they do.

There's not another Mother

Abbess like you.

Amen to that. You're a marvel.

Blood!

Oh! You fool.

You've put on weight.

Was this a day! I haven't had one

like it since we left.

Neither have I. Did we really

used to do this sort of thing?

All the time.

How did I bear it?

When I saw you on that wall,

I thought you were dead.

Why did I ever leave?

Let's take a look at you.

- Just a few bumps and bruises.

- All the same.

So many!

You had the sweetest body

when you left.

Hard, and not a mark.

And you were mine.

When you left I thought I'd die.

I even tried.

I walked out into the woods...

...and laid down by a stream

and cut myself.

Some damn fool forester came by,

took me to the abbey. So they say.

No more scars, Robin.

It's too much to lose you twice.

I've never kissed

a member of the clergy.

Would it be a sin?

They're coming in!

Tuck, we'll need your bow.

Right!

- Hasn't there been enough?

- I'll meet you at camp.

- Don't go.

- I just want to see who's hunting me.

Next time you ride into Sherwood,

keep your visor down.

John! Wait.

I hold my office from

the king himself.

I never liked your king.

You're his subject and his servant.

He's not king here. Not in Sherwood.

You're the ruler? Should I bow?

I wouldn't have you in my service,

nobleman.

I've known your kind all my life.

You're everything I meant to fight.

You're the enemy.

You gobble red meat

and we get bread and cheese.

The laws can't touch you and there's

no crime you can be punished for.

We can shoot a deer and have

our eyes put out.

This is my forest.

I'll live here as I like.

You come in again and I'll kill you.

Good.

- Was there fighting?

- Some.

You said you were only going to look.

My father worked honestly for years.

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