Robin Hood Page #4

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torn the guts out of stonemasons...

...blinded weavers.

- It's their money.

- I didn't think of it like that.

Let's keep it to ourselves for now.

You are an idiot. You made him a rich man.

Who'd think they'd steal the king's taxes?

No one would ever...

Who'd think he'd steal the king's taxes?

Who'd think he'd feel

the king's wenches?

Enough!

So that's his game.

This Robin Hood couldn't

care less about the money.

It's us he's after.

And thanks to you, Miter,

he's got us.

Who were these taxes raised for?

PrinceJohn.

And even now he's making

his royal progress through the land...

...collecting his cash.

And when PrinceJohn's men

get here...

what have we got

to give them?

Nothing.

And we can't raise

another tax.

They've got nothing left.

We've bled them dry.

So where does

the king's money come from?

From... Me!

From my... Harvests.

My silver goblets.

The clothes on my back!

And who's laughing at us?

Robin Hood... Outlaw.

What are you spying on?

Here he comes.

Come on!

- Oh, get up.

- Come on. Come on.

Come on.

- Move!

- Well, well, well.

And what kind of fruit are you

to be falling from a tree?

You look familiar.

What's your name, young man?

Martin. Martin Pryde.

Pryde, eh?

I like it.

You from these parts,

Martin?

Been in jail?

What do you want

with a bunch of outlaws...

...thieves and murderers?

I can ride.

I can shoot.

Ooh. What do you say?

Shall we give him breakfast?

To earn your breakfast,

you've got to split these.

- Mount up.

- Where are you going?

Never you mind.

Split logs, you'll eat.

Let us pray.

Amen.

Ooh!

- Ooh!

- Amen.

I apologize if the steel is cold.

It couldn't be helped.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned

a whole lot and I'm doing it again.

Today there will be

a special collection for St. Robin.

- There's no such saint... Ooh.

- Robin, Father.

Tell them as a symbol

of his vow of poverty...

...the church renounces

all gold and silver...

...and that includes

the emptying of pockets.

Announce it, unless you want

to become more nun than abbot.

Today...

Today, in holy observance

of St. Robin...

we remove all gold

and silver from sight...

...as a symbol

of his vow of poverty...

...and we ask

for a generous offering.

You realize this is

a mortal sin, my child.

Forgive us our trespasses, as we

forgive those who trespass against us.

Compliments of Friar Tuck.

St. Peter's pinkie.

Genuine relic.

Protects you against

apoplexy, plague and, uh...

...fowl language.

All right, Will.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

Let's have a look.

Baron Daguerre,

I have to visit the castles of Pontefract...

Ripon and York by nightfall.

I have no time to wait

while you stutter out excuses.

- His Majesty, PrinceJohn...

- His Majesty?

There is little hope

of Richard returning.

PrinceJohn will be

crowned king one day, soon.

His Majesty requires you

to render his tax...

...in total, the sum

of 50,000 marks...

...to him in person

on the 12th day of December.

Gerald.

Lord Tewkesbury.

I can raise no more.

The people are penniless.

They've come to hate us

for these burdens.

Taxes are there to be hated by some,

spent by others.

You have a great castle,

a great fortune...

...barns full of grain,

cellars full of wine...

...coffers full of silver.

It's your choice.

Lodwick.

I want Robin Hood

in this hall in chains.

Miter! Double the reward

for information.

No, treble it!

Make it irresistible!

Lodwick.

I want all your men

out every day.

Scour the North Road,

the Hucknall Road.

Take dogs... Mastiffs...

...bloodhounds, deerhounds.

Track them down.

Find their hideout.

Burn them in their beds.

But bring this Robin Hood

in front of my fury.

Go.

As for Marian...

...is she with him?

Surely not.

I cannot believe...

I'll kill him.

Give me 50 men.

I beg you!

No, Miles!

I favor a more

subtle approach.

Subtle?

Baron, sometimes

you are so wet...

...one could shoot

snipe off you.

Nicole...

...my only comfort.

Nicole... My inspiration.

Hode is ours.

You and I can catch him.

Will you help me?

Of course.

Ready!

- Going somewhere, Rob?

- An assignation.

You can't go alone.

The patrols are everywhere.

An assignation?

Might be a trap.

One I would gladly

ride into.

- We're coming with you.

- You can't go alone.

Then I'll take Martin as my page.

Come on. Jump up.

If we're not back by midnight,

we'll be in a Nottingham jail.

Who was Robin Hood

before he was Robin Hood?

- Nobody, really.

- Must have been someone.

Everybody's someone.

Where is this?

Who are you meeting?

Not so many questions.

Wait.

Why is it

a secret assignation?

- Hmm?

- Is it a woman?

Your mistress?

Well, since

you're so curious...

I'll tell you a story.

Once upon a time,

there was a good-for-nothing...

...drunken, young ne'er-do-well,

a bit like me.

This lout was befriended

by a great lord in a mighty castle.

And in that castle he saw the most

beautiful woman in the whole of England.

- Really? In the whole of England?

- Mm-hmm.

And France and Spain

and the whole world.

And he fell

in love with her.

For she was not

only beautiful...

...she was proud and fiery,

as prickly as a thorn...

...yet soft

as thistledown.

- Am I boring you?

- No! No, no. Tell me more.

Well, the tragedy was she was promised

to another mighty lord...

...a cruel, brutal,

ignorant man...

who couldn't

make her happy.

- Could he?

- Never.

Never, ever.

So what happened?

Well, the young man,

he was proud also.

He could not

control his temper.

He cursed his friend,

the mighty lord.

And he was outlawed

and went off into the greenwood.

And the maiden did nothing,

I suppose.

She was doomed to

marry the cruel lord.

But one day, the young man

received a message from her.

- Did he?

- To ride out alone and meet her.

- What are you saying?

- So he did. And here we are.

Robin!

Robin!

- Marian!

- No, it's a trap! Your story is beautiful.

What are you

talking about? Marian!

- What are you...

- Don't argue! Run for your life!

Back to the river.

We'll have to swim for it.

- Who are you?

- What a time to ask philosophical questions.

Now go!

The river!

Oh!

Come on!

Come on!

The river!

After them! Can none of you swim?

Get the horses. We'll cut them off

on the other side. Move!

Now do you believe me?

- Now, Martin, I want you to talk to me.

- What do you want me to say?

I want you to tell me who you are

and why your hair is dyed black.

I'm just a lusty young youth

with a swagger and an eye for the girls.

- Don't play with me.

- You're so handsome when you're angry.

Do you like me

like this?

Marian!

Halt!

Into the cart.

Whoa!

Hey, you. Did you see

two men cross this road?

- I got eyes, haven't I, soldier?

- Don't give me that, taffy.

- Did you see anyone?

- Taffy, is it?

Well, I did.

Yes, I did see someone.

I saw the king of England

riding by.

One more smart remark,

and I'll...

- No one crossed over, right?

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