Robin Hood Page #2

There'll never be a better moment to invade.

Even dying animals can be obstinate.

Kill the Lion Heart

and you will be richly rewarded.

Heave!

Heave!

Heave!

For England!

For England!

I need a physician here!

A physician! Quickly!

Give us cover! Give us cover, now!

Cover him!

Cover the King.

Physician!

Why, Loxley? Are you not feeling well?

Physician!

Wine.

What's this?

- The King is dead!

- Dead?

Dead.

All right, then, Jimmy. Knock the pegs out.

We make our own fate from now on!

I'll come with you.

No, you're not. We don't take strays.

The more the merrier.

The road will be dangerous.

He might be useful.

Where we going?

To the coast and to a boat

before 3,000 desperate soldiers get there

and the price for a Channel crossing

goes up a hundredfold.

What about our wages?

If you thought it was hard getting wages

while he was alive,

try getting paid by a dead king.

All right, boys,

collect your gear as quick as you can.

I like the new church.

Lady Marion.

I would have been sorry to leave

without your farewell. Thank you.

I'm glad to speed you on your way,

Father Tancred,

but it was to seek out our new shepherd.

You have lately been missed

at Sunday worship and my sermons.

I like a quiet church, Father,

when I pray for a miracle.

Your new flock is women,

children and old folk.

Our men have gone to war

or returned broken.

Their orphans run wild in the greenwood.

Our fields are ready for planting

but we've no seed corn.

And the church barn is full of grain.

Surely, you do not expect the church

to let its corn be used to plant your fields?

That grain is bound for York.

I am Friar Tuck.

Father Tancred is elevated to York

where I know he will remind the Bishop

that the people of Nottingham...

The Bishop does not need reminding

that the people of Nottingham

should reap what they sow

and repent of their sins.

The miracle I pray for is that

the Bishop show some Christian charity.

As I said, Father,

I like a quiet church when I pray.

You will have trouble

from the Loxleys of Peper Harow.

You keep bees, Tuck?

I keep them and they keep me.

Stop!

Ambush!

You're a knight?

Where is King Richard?

Oh, God.

Where is the King?

- Dead.

- Dead?

Really?

If the King's dead, where are you going?

Deliver the crown.

Richard's crown.

Richard's crown.

How do we assassinate a king

who's already dead?

Bring back the crown!

Kill the horse!

You are English.

When it suits me.

Who are you?

Robert Loxley.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

That's the King's horse.

Jimmy! Move!

Jimmy!

Robin, they're French.

Ambush.

Go.

John.

Don't know.

He's dead.

Help.

My sword.

Its value to me is great.

It belonged to my father,

Sir Walter Loxley

of Nottingham.

Do you know it?

Aye, I've heard of Nottingham.

Then the fate...

The fates have smiled on me.

You must take the sword to my father.

It will bring me peace.

I took it in anger and without his consent.

You must understand the bond of love

between a father and his son.

My father abandoned me to the world of men

when I was six years old.

I know little of the love

between father and son.

I beg you.

Longstride,

say you will.

I will.

It's a pact sworn in blood, Robin.

It's a scratch, Allan, and that's all it is.

Robin!

Loxley was making for the coast

to meet the ship.

That crown could be our passage home.

We're common archers, Robin.

If we arrive at the King's ship

with his crown, we'll be accused of murder.

How do you know

that the knights you see walking about

are actually knights at all?

There is no difference between a knight

and any other man

aside from what he wears.

All we need is about us.

Armour, helmets, swords,

and we make England wealthy men

with horses and gold.

Fate has smiled upon us at last.

And I, for one, shall not turn my back on her.

Take that crown off your head, Will,

and fill it to the brim.

We commit the soul of this boy

to your keeping, Lord.

We would ask, when he arrives

at the gates of eternity,

if you could let him in.

Goliath's got the soil turning nicely.

But for what?

- Nettles?

- Nettle soup and dandelion salad,

that'll keep us alive.

Come, Goliath. This way.

Until we get a miracle.

This way.

Marion, Sheriff.

Marion, I've been at Peper Harow,

waiting in vain

for Sir Walter to receive me.

Kindly tell him I have better things to do

than haunt his threshold.

That you have,

while robbers are roaming free in Sherwood.

That's sheriff's business.

Why don't you look to it?

Tell the old fool that next time,

I'll break his door down.

- And if he's too proud to pay...

- No, no, no, no. He's not too proud.

He's too poor.

In the name of King Richard,

you have stripped our wealth

to pay for foreign adventures.

Whilst at home, the Church,

in the name of the merciful God,

has reaped, without mercy, the largest share

of what we had set aside to feed ourselves.

Between a sheriff and a bishop,

I wouldn't care to judge

who's the greater curse

on honest English folk.

Marion,

why, oh, why do you make an enemy of me

when you have the means

to make me your protector?

What means?

If you leave now,

I will lengthen your life

by not telling my husband

of your visit when he returns home.

Your husband? After 10 years?

If he's not dead, he's rutting his way

through the brothels of the Barbary Coast.

So speaks a man of experience.

Well, think on it, Marion.

Sir Walter is dying without an heir.

Peper Harow will fall to the crown,

and you will be living in the hedgerow.

You'll be glad to come to me then.

Captain, there.

Sir, we were told

to expect 12 riders and the King.

Our beloved King is dead.

Long live the King.

And you are, sir?

Sir Robert Loxley of Nottingham. And you?

I'm the King's equerry, Sir.

Come aboard, gentlemen,

before the tide floats her. It's coming in fast.

And it's row, me bully boys

We're in a hurry, boys

We got a long way to go

Where we'll sing and we'll dance

And bid farewell to France

And row, me bully boys, row

And it's row, me bully boys

We're in a hurry boys

We got a long way to go

We'll sing and we'll dance

And bid farewell to France

And row, me bully boys, row

So what's the plan in the morning?

The boat stops at Gravesend

on the way to London.

We'll leave the honour of returning

the crown to them, and we'll be gone.

Where?

North.

Well, that suits me.

Row, me bully boys, row

But now we're returning

So lock up your daughters

We'll sing and we'll dance

And bid farewell to France

And it's row, me bully boys, row

Make ready, Sir Robert.

We dock in 20 minutes.

Gravesend?

No, My Lord.

The palace docks, Tower of London.

Will.

John. Allan.

- Where are we?

- London.

Holy Christ!

We dock in 10 minutes.

When this is done, be ready to ride.

What if... What if Loxley is known

to the King's mother or brother

or any of them?

Then we'll be riding for our lives.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

Peter and Paul and Mary!

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