The Adventures of Robin Hood Page #6

your legs are weak as water.

Tell me, my lady, when he looks at you,

do you feel a kind of prickly feeling...

...like goosy pimples running

all up and down your spine?

- Then there's not a doubt of it.

- Doubt of what?

That you're in love!

What do you want?

Robin!

- I must say. I must say!

- Keep quiet, Bess.

Are you completely mad?

- Why did you come here?

- To see you.

But don't you realize that...?

My men told me what you did for me,

so I've come to thank you.

And after what I couldn't help

overhearing about that prickly feeling...

...I'm very glad I did come.

That was a game.

Now, you've got to go at once!

A game?

Well, couldn't I join in?

Of course, I probably wouldn't be

as good at it as this pretty young girl.

But I could do my best.

Bess, will you leave us?

Please!

Now, let's see,

where does this game begin?

Oh, I know. It's simple.

We'll start where you're in love with me.

You are, aren't you?

Because I am with you, terribly.

That's why I came.

I had to see you again.

You must go at once.

And I don't love you.

- Oh! Are you sure?

- Yes.

Very well then, I'll go.

This is rather unfriendly of you,

exposing me to my enemies like this.

Let me see. There's a fat old captain

of the guard down there with bow legs.

If I drop on him

that'll bend them out worse.

An archer! He's too thin.

I might miss him altogether.

- Robin!

- The very thing.

Five men-at-arms in a group.

They'll break the fall beautifully.

- Goodbye, my lady!

- Robin!

- Yes?

- Please.

Then you do love me? Don't you?

- Don't you?

- You know I do.

Well, that's different.

- Do you know you're very impudent?

- Me?

You are!

When my guardian, King Richard, finds

out about your being in love with me...

- I know, he'll make me court jester.

- He won't!

He'll stick your funny head

on London Gate.

And a fine decoration it will be,

my bold Norman beauty.

- I'm not bold.

- Well, you're Norman.

Well, I don't hold that against you.

And you are a beauty.

- You're the most beautiful...

- You're leaving at once.

Please, darling, every minute

you're here you're in danger.

I'll go.

- Marian, will you come with me?

- To Sherwood?

I've nothing to offer you but a life of

hardship and danger...

...but we'd be together.

- But, Robin, dear...

- It's asking a lot, but who knows...

...how long it'll be

before Richard returns.

Friar Tuck could marry us. Will you?

Because I love you, Robin, I'd come.

Even the danger would mean nothing

if you were with me.

Then you will?

No. Listen to me, darling. You

remember that day in Sherwood Forest?

I realized then for the first time

that what you were doing was right...

...and that we were wrong.

No, let me finish.

You taught me England

is bigger than Normans and Saxons...

...fighting and hating each other.

That it belongs to all of us,

to live peacefully together...

...loyal only to Richard and to England.

But, darling, you could help.

I could help much more

by watching for treachery here...

...and leaving you free to protect

Richard's people until he returns.

Now do you see why

you have to go back to your men alone?

Go now, quickly, dearest.

- Goodbye, darling.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye, my love.

- Goodbye.

- You gentlemen have traveled far?

- Yes, quite a distance.

I'm sorry I can't give you better food.

- There is little left to us these days.

- This will be enough.

The inn at Luton was well supplied.

How is that?

Ah. That's a Norman inn.

But it's an outrage!

I'll complain to Prince John.

I'll have this rascal's ears,

no matter how. Dares to rob me!

Strip my person of jewels!

What's this country coming to...

...when a churchman

can't travel the forest in safety?

- Who's he?

- The Bishop of the Black Canons.

- Do you wish to go on after dinner?

- No. We can't reach the abbey tonight.

- I'll stay. Tend to the horses.

- Yes, Your Grace.

- Bring food to us!

- Yes, Your Grace, at once!

It's no longer safe to journey anywhere.

Robbers at every turn of the road.

- What happened, Your Grace?

- I told you! We've been robbed.

Not a chance to defend ourselves.

They burst on us from ambush.

- Who did?

- Why, Robin Hood, of course.

There's no other

with impudence enough.

Robin Hood again, sire.

- You've heard of him, then?

- Oh, he seems well known hereabouts.

- Oh, then you're strange to this shire?

- More or less.

What might be your names, gentlemen?

They're hardly important enough

to deserve your interest.

- Landlord, where's our ale?

- Coming, sirs.

Will you gentlemen

be remaining here tonight?

We hadn't decided, Your Grace.

What would you advise?

Well, there's so much danger on

the road, you'd be far safer here.

We will then, since we'll have

the added pleasure of your company.

I should like to stay, but I recollected

some urgent affairs at my abbey.

Some other time, or perhaps you would

break your journey...

...and sup with me tomorrow.

- Your Grace is too kind.

Then I bid you good evening, gentlemen,

and God speed you in the morning.

Thank you. Good night.

The window!

Are there beds prepared, landlord?

Let's to sleep, then. I'm tired.

- I'm afraid he suspects, sire.

- I fear so.

His Grace is a Norman.

Did you see the fear on the

landlord's face when he came in?

I've seen it in the faces

of thousands since we returned.

I ought never to have left England.

I noticed when Robin Hood's

name is mentioned...

The mysterious outlaw

whom we have sought.

In vain. However, the bishop

didn't have any difficulty meeting him.

Which gives me an idea.

- And you're sure it was Richard?

- No doubt of it.

How like my dear brother this is!

He couldn't rot in Durnstein

like any decent man.

- But Richard has no army.

- No, Your Highness.

- If he had, we should have heard of it.

- If my brother were to be killed...

- England would have a new king.

- That would be murder! I'll have no part...

You'll do as you're told! That's

very simple. Keep your mouth closed.

Your Highness, I beg of you!

How long will you retain your abbey

if Richard survives to find out...

...what you've been up to

these years he's been away?

Go on, Gisbourne. Who's to...?

Dickon was a knight before

your brother hacked off his spurs...

...over some little mischance.

There's nothing he wouldn't do for

a king who'd restore him to rank.

- You don't love my brother, I hear.

- I have little reason to, Your Highness.

- You know this tavern?

- Yes.

If Richard dies...

Dickon returns to the roll of English

knights. Am I not right?

With the manor and estate

of Robin of Locksley to support his rank.

- When shall I start?

- Now. How many men will you need?

I shall do it better alone, Your Highness.

The sooner you're crowned king...

The better for my friends?

You're a clever fellow, Gisbourne.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

Return to your abbey and make

preparations to proclaim me king...

...here in Nottingham,

the day after tomorrow.

Rate this script:3.7 / 3 votes