Robin Hood Page #3

I knew it! I knew it!

Good morning, My Lord.

Some words of advice

on this tragic occasion.

You appreciate

everything must be done correctly,

so you will present the crown

to Lady Eleanor.

You will go down on the right knee.

Do not look in her eyes

when you tell her the King is no more.

And do not rise until all others rise.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Agnes.

My blue and gold brocade.

Yes, My Lady.

Part for the Queen.

Cease.

What's this? What's happening?

King Richard returns from France, My Lord.

Did Loxley deceive us?

Kneel.

Long life, my son.

Rise now.

A king is dead.

Long live the King.

Long live the King!

- Long live the King!

- Long live the King!

- Long live the King!

- Long live the King!

Rise.

You...

I don't know you.

Robert Loxley, Sire, of Nottingham.

Welcome then.

And how did my brother die?

In battle, Your Majesty, as was his way.

As was his way.

You deserve a reward...

Let's get the horses.

For bringing home the news.

Kneel.

Did you say you were from Nottingham?

Yes.

Your father, Sir Walter,

owes tax to the crown.

My crown.

Tell him it's bloody expensive

running a country

and everyone's got to pay their way.

We'll start with this.

Make way for the King!

Make way!

Your Majesty.

Make way for the King!

- Make way!

- Godfrey.

Godfrey, my friend. It's so good to see you.

- How were your travels?

- Good, Sire.

What happened to your face?

A hunting accident. It's nothing.

- Frightening.

- Your Majesty.

Call it a duelling scar.

The ladies will love you all the more.

I bow to your knowledge of the ladies, Sire.

You can get up now.

Sir Robert.

You will know of me, perhaps.

I'm William Marshal.

Your father and I were young men together.

Tell him I'm coming to visit him soon,

on spring's first black night.

I may have need of him.

I will. I'll tell him.

Whoever he is and whatever he is,

he knows too much.

Get rid of him.

Come on, let's follow.

Forfeit what you got.

Victuals, coin, clothing

or your life.

Thomas Cooper.

Is that you?

Are you sick, Thomas?

We're all sick.

- Where are the rest of you?

- Don't... Don't tell her.

Loop will be angry.

No, it's your mother

who's going to be angry.

Now, either you come with me,

or I come with you.

You choose.

Well, come on then. Where are they?

Answer me.

Four men, five horses, one grey.

- Have you seen them?

- That way.

The living king of sermons

Was delivered from his evil

But he couldn't talk his last

Because God took out his throat

God's crossbow took out his throat

By Christ! Can you not sing a happy tune?

Sing a foot-stomper about adventure

and daring and courage.

No. Sing something about a woman.

A large woman.

Fancy army, darling

I loves you all to bits

I'll climb up to your chamber

And under your mountainous...

Right. I'm done. The money's divided.

And so should we be.

Where will you go?

I think something is owed

for this good fortune,

and I mean to pay it back.

How so?

The inscription on the sword,

it taunts my memory.

Maybe it's just my imagination, I don't know.

But I intend to take that sword

back to its owner

and fulfil the request of his dying son.

Are you mad?

You just said we were in danger, Robin.

Now you choose to step back

in to harm's way?

They're bound to go there and find you.

We can't repay our good luck

with bad grace. It invites darkness.

- I'm going with you.

- And I, Robin.

- Yes.

- No.

Tonight is our last in company.

Tomorrow, we go our separate ways.

Pack up your share. We eat and sleep.

Will, you're on first watch.

Will.

Watch your step!

One of them got away.

Bastards! They've stolen my fortune.

Richard's army is coming home.

It costs money to keep it together.

Marshal, you speak for the money.

I do, Sire.

But to disband the army

could cost more than to keep it.

King Richard's campaigns were costly.

And the expected returns...

What is that to me, Marshal?

My brother's troubles are over!

They're over!

Clear the room.

So... Taxation.

Taxation?

Milking a dry udder gets you nothing

but kicked off the milking stool.

Mother, spare me your farmyard memories.

You have none,

and I don't understand them.

These are difficult times.

We can buy time.

I can send envoys to secure loans.

There are money chests from Sicily

to Normandy if you know where to look.

Cap-in-hand to moneylenders?

Your master's a king.

The crown is owed money at home.

The northern barons plead poverty,

but that's always been the song of rich men.

So, what's to be done?

Give me leave, Sire, to go north

with a company of mounted men.

I'll have the merchants and landowners

fill your coffers

or their coffins.

Englishmen killing Englishmen.

No man loyal to the crown

has anything to fear.

And loyalty means paying your share

in the defence of the realm.

That's well said.

Hmm? Don't you think, Marshal?

Mother?

Richard commanded loyalty

not by threats but by example.

Mother, your sainted son was an imbecile.

And you supported his every folly

from here to Jerusalem and back.

Yes, you worshipped him

when the warrior lost territories

hard won by his father.

You kissed his picture

while England had to pay

four years' revenue

to ransom him when he was captured.

You are just as much to blame as anyone

for the wreckage which is my inheritance.

I broke her skin more than she did mine.

Chancellor.

Marshal,

you served my brother faithfully

and my father before him.

I think you've spent enough time

with my family

and, no doubt,

would like to spend more with your own.

Therefore, and with regret,

I accept your resignation

of all your offices and matters of state.

The ring.

Your Majesty.

Choose carefully, Godfrey, the spot

where you would place your dagger.

For I will choose carefully, as well.

Open the gates!

Nottingham.

- Is this your people, Robin?

- I don't know. Might be.

They don't look much,

these Middle Englanders.

Well, they've been keeping your lot

in place easy enough, haven't they?

I hear that you Welsh boys,

you live on leeks.

You co-habit with sheep.

Bloody Scottish mule.

You wouldn't want to annoy a bee hive

with your noise, would you?

Your swords would be

no good then, gentlemen.

You're the town beekeeper?

Bless you, no. I'm the friar. Tuck's the name.

Well, Friar Tuck, can you tell me

where I might find Sir Walter Loxley?

If he's not up at Peper Harow...

How long will your business take?

Stay safe.

God be with you all.

That's it?

After 10 years?

Good Friar, where can a man get, well,

moderately insensible

on a drink around here?

Allan, he's a man of the cloth.

I'm sorry, Friar.

- Have you coin?

- I have coin.

Two pieces.

Each.

Have you tried the honey liquor

we call mead?

Come with me.

Gives a man a halo, does mead.

Girl.

Girl?

Either you're going blind

or you're looking for charity.

Are you the keeper of this house?

In a manner of speaking, yes.

I wish to see Sir Walter Loxley.

And you are?

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