Robin Hood Page #2

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Any and all who would give you

shelter or comfort...

will be deemed treasonous.

Because you are

of noble birth...

...these consequences will be reviewed

by the king's justiciar.

Until that time,

you shall be shackled...

...in the keep

of the Daguerre Castle.

Have you

anything more to say?

Very well, then.

Very well, then.

Hold it there!

Keep 'em back!

Hold it there!

Keep 'em back!

Stop it. Stop!

Tell them to move away... Now.

Do as he says. Move back!

Seize them!

- Seize them!

- You should have killed him.

- You should have kept your mouth shut.

- Yesterday I was a hero.

- Make your mind up.

- Out of the way!

Keep going!

Up there!

On the battlements!

I want them alive!

I want them alive.

- Don't shoot!

- Now, kick.

Kick! Kick!

Scaffold! Scaffold!

Raise the bridge!

Raise the bridge!

Raise it!

- They're crossing, you fools!

- Raise the bridge!

Raise the bridge!

Raise the bridge!

Raise the bridge!

Hold on!

After them!

After them!

Lower the bridge!

Lower the bridge!

Lower the bridge!

Lower the bridge!

Let me guess.

The horses have gone home?

Yes, the horses

have gone home.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

I'm starved.

Me too.

It's raining.

It's raining.

If only I hadn't encouraged you

to stand up for the miller.

If only I hadn't

have listened.

Bloody Normans.

#Summer is y-comen in #

#Loude sing, cuckoo #

#And the seeds

are growing warm #

# Loude sing, cuckoo ##

How are you

at walking backwards?

Well, I've never had

to try yet, short ass.

Short ass, is it?

Careful.

He doesn't like being called names.

And what do you do,

ferret face?

I just follow him around and bury

all the people who've called him names.

Ferret face seems to think

you're a bit of a hard man, short ass.

Rob.

- What's this?

- Show him. Give me the sword.

Barnsdale rules.

You're in Yorkshire now.

- Come on. Come on.

- Hey!

Lying in the dark,

the queen asked the king...

"Why, darling husband, do you

always have such a tiny, little thing?"

Ugly, aren't you,

pig face?

Yes!

Hard-headed too!

- Help!

- He can't swim!

Help! Help! Will!

Help! Help!

- Help!

- Rob, here!

Rob!

Help! Help!

Help!

Help! Help!

Help!

Out you come, shorty.

In you come, lofty!

- John Little.

- Rob...

Robin Hood.

This is Will.

Will Scarlett.

Will Scarlett.

So, what makes you two take

to the byways? You're not beggars.

Let's just say we disagreed

with our Norman masters.

- I hope you killed a few.

- Yeah, we're outlawed, on the run.

You hungry?

Cold, wet, nowhere to go?

The question is,

are you trustworthy?

There are none more trustworthy

in England, John Little.

Yeah, well, you better be.

Anyway, I like you.

Even him. Come on.

Food.

You've heard of Stepthrough, right?

Now, don't forget.

You're friends of mine from Pontefract...

...and you're thieves.

Broth smells good.

Sam. Robin and Will.

Sam's a carpenter.

Miter tried to chisel him.

Tried to screw

more taxes out of him.

I wouldn't pay up. They screwed

my sawing arm right out of its socket.

- You're welcome, whoever you are.

- Thank you.

When it's ready, Will.

We're forced to live

like bats in caves.

Much!

New friends.

This is Robin Hood...

...and Will Scarlett.

If you say so.

- Hello, Robin.

- You've got a twinkle in your eye.

Better than the sharp end

of a dagger, my friend.

You're most welcome, Robin.

And Will... What was it? Scarlett?

Yes, Scarlett.

Jack and Charlie...

...this man's Robin Hood,

so he says.

Jack and Charlie,

the Runnel boys.

Bad boys.

I need some ale.

Which one of you thieves

has stolen my ale?

How did you come to be here, John?

I fell in love with a Norman's daughter,

and she with me.

And we ran away together.

He burned down my house

while my mother and my father...

...and my two brothers

slept in it.

She was caught

and tortured...

...and I took to

the forests of England.

Just wandering.

I've settled down now...

...here in Sherwood.

- Breakfast?

- Not such a bad spot after all, eh?

- Morning.

- Morning.

Stop drooling. There's nothing for you.

Kitchen's closed.

One meal.

That's all you get here. Rules is rules.

That's the truth.

You boys are moving out...

...unless you can do

something we can't do.

- What can you do?

- Do?

I can shoot...

a bit.

That's fine,

isn't it, Harry?

Charlie, we'll do a wand.

- Ready!

- If you can shoot closer than Harry...

...you can stay.

That little stick?

I can hardly see it.

Just aim for

the nearest tree, handsome.

He's right on it.

On your way,

handsome.

Look at this!

He split it!

It's a miracle,

Robin.

It's all in

the middle finger.

In the middle finger,

Harry.

So what's for breakfast?

A man's

on his own here.

We share the caves,

the water and the fire.

And nothing else.

We don't share loot

unless you go out together.

Understand, handsome?

And since you two are such expert thieves,

you can go out on your own.

Unless you'd like

to come with me.

- Where are you going?

- Great North Road.

- See what's moving.

- Fine. We'll come along.

You're first-timers, so don't expect

a full share of the loot, handsome.

I don't like that name.

Well, uh, how about

sweetheart, then?

You don't like the name,

I don't like you.

Shut your mouth, Harry.

Hey!

- You'll take me first!

- I want him!

- You've offended my guest.

- My honor, John.

Well, aren't I the popular one?

Right.

- Who's first?

- Me.

- I am.

- We'll have to toss a coin.

You got a coin, Will?

Certainly, Rob.

Good.

Heads, I win.

Tails, John loses.

I'm watching you.

Well, John,

seems like I win.

You're learning fast.

- Any of you interested in more money than you've ever seen?

- Aye!

- Then we should forget the North Road and try the Hucknall Road.

- Why the Hucknall Road?

Because tomorrow is

Sir Thomas Mansfield's hunt...

...and Miles Folcanet will

ride over there this morning...

with a purse full

of silver.

And how does an honest thief

come to know such things?

Because, like many other thieves,

I was invited.

Whoa!

Sir Miles, what a lovely morning

for a canter in the woods.

- I didn't expect to see you here.

- No, I'm afraid you did not.

And the beauteous Marian. I certainly

am not regretting our happy meeting.

But I'm afraid you soon will.

Get him! Move!

Get him!

Whoa.

What a pity. I was just beginning

to enjoy the chase.

- It isn't over yet, Miles.

- Throw down your sword.

This is one corner

you cannot escape from.

I think it would save unnecessary bloodshed

if you laid down your sword.

Do it.

And get off your horses.

Strip them.

- Come on.

- Come on!

So, you've sunk to

your true level, Hode.

Earl indeed.

You are just another

thieving Saxon.

Tell me, Miles,

how is your wound?

Hmm. It'll heal.

But some wounds never heal.

Tell that to Daguerre.

Tell my dear old friend...

...some wounds...

...never heal.

Go.

My future husband

is sulking.

Oh, I don't know.

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