Robin Hood

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Poacher!

Stop the poacher!

There he goes!

Catch the poacher!

Ten marks for the man who catches the beast.

After him! Get him!

Get him!

Get him!

- It's Much the miller, come flying out of the forest.

- What's the hurry?

Sir Robert, save me.

Save me.

Straight ahead!

Come on!

We got him! Come on!

Go on! Go on!

Whoa. Whoa.

Whoa, there.

Steady. Steady.

Steady.

What have we here,

Mr. Miter?

Much here is the local miller, but he's been

grinding more than corn for his living.

That's the poacher,

Sir Miles.

Ah. Not so new at

the poaching game either.

Do you know the punishment

for poaching the king's deer twice?

- They can put my eyes out.

- Do something.

- Leave him.

- Who do you think you are?

- This man is a poacher.

- On my land.

I have no objection

to this man hunting on my land.

He's a useful member

of our community.

Who exactly are you?

I am Sir Miles Folcanet...

...and I'm the guest of the Baron Daguerre

to whom this land belongs...

...and certainly not

to some scruffy Saxon.

You and your people may have

stolen every decent acre of my country...

...and built your

mighty castles on them...

...but I am still

Sir Robert Hode.

I am still

the Earl of Huntingdon...

...and this land you are on

still belongs to me.

Only as a vassal

to your feudal overlord...

...and my host,

the Baron Daguerre.

But you're Sir Robert Hode,

of course.

I hear you're

Baron Daguerre's friend.

What was the phrase,

"his little pet"?

I order you

to leave this man be...

...and to get off my land.

Well, well.

Leave him be.

Yes, of course.

We could do as you suggest...

...but the poacher would still have his eyes

to help him poach again, would he not?

And you, kind lady?

Is it your pleasure

that the miller should lose his eyes?

My pleasures are my secret,

Sir Robert.

I do not reveal them to just

any knight who crosses my path.

Enough. There's a law.

Miter!

Let him go.

Why don't you and your men

hunt down some little children...

...that have been sniffing

the king's flowers?

You can pluck their

noses off one by one.

And you,

you can watch.

Much, walk away.

Very well.

I shall let him go.

Thank you, Sir Robert,

for your lesson in Saxon justice.

On Monday morning

at 7:
00...

...you will stand before

Baron Daguerre...

...and I'll make sure you'll taste

our Norman justice.

You have insulted his guest.

He will not

treat you lightly.

Maybe you shouldn't

have said anything.

That's what he called you?

- My pet?

- The Baron Daguerre's little pet.

What's so funny?

I thought all you cared about

was the next wench and the next drink.

And you defied Miles

for a half-dead Saxon poacher.

I'd love to have

seen his face.

I think I spoiled his fun.

He was lusting to put the poor man's

eyes out personally on the spot.

Norman justice,

he called it.

I have to order you to be flogged

next Monday morning.

You can't do that.

I am an earl.

Climb down from

your high horse, Robert.

- I'll try to avoid it.

- Try?

Folcanet wants

his entertainment.

- You made him look a fool.

- You will never have me flogged.

Need I remind you that while your grandfather's

father was no more than a pirate...

...my great-grandfather

was chancellor to our king?

Did I tell you that?

It's true. A pirate.

But that was

in confidence, Robert.

You will never say that

in public.

Never.

Your throw.

I, too, have my pride.

Hello, Marian.

- Who's winning, Uncle?

- Robert, of course.

Have you met?

I believe Sir Robert

never loses...

...so he tells me.

- Uncle?

- She's my brother's daughter.

He died in Cyprus.

I've become her guardian.

Will she be living here?

She's here for a wedding.

- Whose wedding?

- Hers... And Miles's.

Folcanet?

She's heir to

a great fortune, Robert.

It becomes her dowry.

If she marries Miles, he's offered

to show his gratitude to me.

Money, money, money,

money, money, money.

Just who are they

practicing to kill, Rob?

Who do they see when

they thrust the lance?

It's me and you, Rob,

that's who. You and me.

Well, on this occasion,

it's more me than you.

Next time you feel righteous indignation,

you do the heroic bit.

You'll have no trouble of Daguerre.

No trouble at all.

Something interesting

outside?

Go on.

Take a proper look.

But don't let him

see you looking.

Sir Robert Hode,

Earl of Huntingdon.

The charges?

Insulting a knight of the Realm

and obstructing the king's laws.

Obstructing the king's laws.

Sir Robert, please.

Baron Daguerre...

I ask the court's forgiveness

for any offense I have brought...

...to the throne

or to Sir Miles Folcanet...

...and I apologize

with all sincerity and humility.

Very well.

The court is a witness to your humility

and accepts your apology...

...as I'm sure

Sir Miles will.

You may rise, Sir Robert.

A moment, please.

If I may remind

the first baron of the Realm...

Norman law calls

for separate justice...

...for separate issues,

Sir Roger.

There were two offenses.

As for Sir Robert's insulting me,

certainly I'm a forgiving man.

I have forgiven.

But, uh...

...eager as I am to be done

with this unfortunate incident...

I'm bound to point out

the letter of the law...

which states

separate justice...

...for separate issues.

This man attempted to stop

agents of the king...

...from carrying out

their sworn duty!

- That's a dreadful offense.

- Concentrate.

And what punishment does the law demand?

The punishment

is a public beating.

To be flogged.

I suggest at

the castle gate at noon.

My lord, I am not to be treated

like a common thief.

You may be a Saxon earl, Hode,

but the Saxons no longer rule England.

I demand the right of trial by combat.

I challenge

Sir Miles Folcanet.

- I'll kill him.

- Silence!

Sir Miles,

Robert Hode shall be flogged...

...but one lash only.

That's my judgment.

You treacherous,

lying, cheating...

- That's enough, Hode! Silence!

- That's not nearly enough!

- This man should be hanged!

- Five lashes, and I shall have the honor.

- What would you know about honor?

- Twenty lashes from the Sergeant-at-Arms!

- Why not 50? A hundred?

- No, 20! You're too wild, Sir Robert.

Wild?

Much worse than that.

I'm a fool.

I thought you were noble.

Behold the glorious Normans.

The noble

baron of the Realm...

whose great-grandfather

was no more than a pirate.

From cutthroat tojudge

in the blink of an eye.

Once they raped

and pillaged.

Now they collect taxes.

Norman taxes

on Saxon land.

Norman taxes

on Saxon grain.

Norman taxes

on Saxon liberty.

Let us bow to

the miracle of change.

From pirate to leech

in the blink of a bloody Norman eye!

Release him!

Robert Hode,

fourth earl of Huntingdon...

with the powers of the king

which are vested in me...

...it's decreed that

you forfeit to the throne...

...your lands and title

and all things in your possession.

As of this day,

you are cast outside the law.

And as an outlaw,

you're beyond the reach of its protection.

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