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(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
Out of the way! Get out of my way!
(PEOPLE GROANING)
Son, you're too late.
Your uncle's dead. They're all dead!
(HORSES APPROACHING)
Here, Father, Gisborne's coming.
BOY: Tell him. Go on, tell him.
BOY: Father, tell him his mine is a death trap.
You'll not be working there no more.
We'll not go down there again!
-You'll do as I say. -My brother's dead!
And your behaviour suggests that you'd care to join him.
We're on strike.
Till it's shored up properly, you'll not get a miner down that death pit of yours again.
You'd rather die here?
Yes. I'd rather my soul roamed free up here
than get trapped down there again.
Stay!
GISBORNE: They claim they would rather die than go back down.
You're giving them choices?
(GROANING)
(ALL SHOUTING)
Very good, Gisborne.
Well,
enjoy the strike.
It'll make you feel much better.
Goodbye.
-They're all sacked! -Really?
-I thought we need the mine working. -Really?
(SIGHS) Forward planning, Gisborne.
It's all under control.
There will be fresh workers arriving who will do as they're told.
By tomorrow morning, this mine
will be working.
(CLICKS TONGUE)
Unlike you lot.
Bury this man's body with the others.
His family will pay for the grave.
They will not work, they will not be fed until I see fit!
Anyone giving them assistance will hang.
You are all sacked. Go home.
I knew you'd be like this.
If you're so bothered about the archery competition...
I'm not!
If you're so bothered,
we could always have a little competition here.
I don't want to be in the archery competition.
Even if there is a silver arrow for the winner.
(ROBIN CHUCKLES)
Just as well.
Because by the time we've done a little hunting,
and had ourselves a decent feast,
there'll be no time to go to Nottingham and get ourselves hanged.
Father, I'll avenge thee. Gisborne will pay.
(HORSE APPROACHES)
Food parcels? You can't give to us.
Gisborne's forbidden it. He has spies everywhere.
Nothing like a tragedy to bring out the do-gooders. Where is your leader?
Where is Robin Hood?
Or are you alone?
Does Robin Hood think himself too important to do his own mischief now?
Hmm?
A man of few words.
No matter. I'm sure I will hear your voice when you plead for your life.
Not even an "ouch". Ouch costs nothing. Surely you could utter an ouch!
(GROANING)
(LAUGHING)
The trap worked, we've caught one!
A cart! Let's go! Let's go!
(SCREAMING) Heap!
Rubbish heap! And you, rubbish heap!
Here, it's all I have of value. Take it!
Pretty. Not very appetising.
(LOW GROAN)
Livestock?
Take one. And let me on my way.
They'll work for you.
They understand simple commands.
New men for the Sheriff's mine.
ROBIN: Slaves?
(DOOR OPENING)
-Sir Guy. -GISBORNE: Is she home?
EDWARD: Yes, come through.
(GROANS SOFTLY)
-Father? -Are you hurt?
I caught it on a splinter on the door.
-Let me see. -No, no, no, it's nothing.
-What does Gisborne want? -I don't know. Come on.
Come down.
-Marian. -To what do we owe the honour, Sir Guy?
Today I am attending...
(CLEARS THROAT)
...I'm sure you would expect, and you yourself may also have the intention,
but I thought, even so, that would not necessarily make my question redundant.
-Attending... -The Sheriff's fair.
Oh.
So what's your answer?
Forgive me, Sir Guy, I do not yet understand the question.
I am inviting you to the fair as my personal guest.
(NERVOUSLY) I fear I wouldn't be good company. I'm tired.
(SCOFFS)
You are ashamed of your hair.
But I've thought of that. I've a gift for you. It's a shawl. You can...
I didn't sleep well, that is all.
Are you declining my invitation?
-Marian is delicate, she is wounded. -Wounded?
Pride.
Wounded pride.
My hair, as you guessed. Thank you.
So you will come?
Good.
It should be an interesting day.
The Sheriff is convinced that he'll lure Robin Hood.
-He's put up a silver arrow as a prize. -Silver?
Yeah, it won't work. But he's delegating his crimes to lackeys now.
I confronted one of them this morning.
-An outlaw? -Or a disguised villager.
I'll find him. He's marked. I inflicted a wound to his arm.
I was being kind, I should have killed him.
Well, I'll send a coach for you then.
Good day.
My Lady.
Sir Guy.
I think you owe me an explanation, young lady.
-It was you, wasn't it? -There are people starving.
People whose men folk died at the mine. Should we do nothing?
What? You think you're Robin Hood now?
Is that it?
-You're in competition with Robin? -This is no competition.
I've been helping people far longer than him.
-How much longer? -Three years!
I do not know you at all, do I?
I never thought I'd see this again.
Outrageous. Disgrace.
Trading people.
Would you like some more wine?
I'm not being funny, but you brought him here for a picnic?
We need him.
-He's our way into the mine. -There is no way into the mine.
We're going to stop this. This is a gift.
We're going to close the mine, once and for all.
We will stop this human trafficking.
(LAUGHTER)
I thought you were going to slit my throat! Or worse!
We don't do throat-slitting.
It's too messy.
Now you've eaten, I would like to feed your prisoners.
Not meat.
It makes them spirited, see. Oh, and keep your distance.
Don't let them breathe near you.
Disease.
Some of our soldiers dropped dead after getting too close.
-Dropped dead? -Aye.
One minute, stood there, strong as you.
The next, brains dripping from their nostrils.
(LAUGHING)
(TRADER HAWKING)
(SPITING)
Water.
That'll do 'em.
They had some scraps earlier.
There used to be a decent living to be made from selling folk.
Then the Pope goes and bans trading Christians.
Thank heavens King Richard likes his wars abroad.
Will? They need water.
Yeah, I'm on it.
-Look, you seriously don't believe what he's... -No.
Well, give them water. Can't you see they are suffering enough?
I notice you're not doing it.
Listen, there is no disease. It's ignorance and superstition and...
You are a genius! John!
-Have a drink with our friend. -What?
(WHISPERING) There's something I need to find in the forest. I need some time.
If he loses consciousness, then so be it.
No consciousness?
(GRUNTING)
(WOMEN WAILING)
It could have been worse.
If you had not ordered the slaves, we would have had to close the mine.
Slaves? I prefer "out-workers".
This, this mourning, it is tiresome, isn't it?
Outlaw it.
At least nobody will grieve for our new workers when they turn up.
(WOMEN WAILING)
(SIGHS IN FRUSTRATION)
Women.
How do they manage to hit that particular pitch
that makes you want to pierce your own eardrums with a stick?
Never marry, Gisborne, hmm?
Women, keep them at a distance.
Think of, think "***".
Soon after Robin went to war, you remember I was ill?
Sarah, the cook, used to look after me.
She was always so jolly, and one day she didn't come.
The physician who visited me
told me her daughter was seriously ill and had been for a long time.
So when you were asleep, I visited Sarah, and I gave her daughter my medicine.
Very noble. But if you are caught now...
Sarah was so shocked that I should care about anything in her world.
And that's when I decided I could go to war too.
I could go to war against poverty.
COACHMAN: Sir Edward? My Lady? Sir Guy is waiting.
ROBIN: We need to get rid of the guards at the mine.
One of you has to travel in the cage as a prisoner.
We need a man on the inside to start the rumour of Turk flu.
-A volunteer? -Yes, Much. Thank you.
Allan?
-And what, I eat this, do I? -No! Just chew.
There is nothing to fear.
Once the guards believe that the prisoners have a disease, they'll run for their lives!
Oh, surely only the stupid amongst them is going to fall for it!
I mean, Turk flu?
People fear what they don't understand.
I wasn't scared.
(LAUGHING)
No!
Will, you proved my point.
If even you had doubts, the Sheriff's men, they'll be a pushover.
MUCH: It'll never work! I have another suggestion.
Instead of relying on the Sheriff's men being as stupid as...
Hey! Let go!
It's mine! Stolen!
You speak English!
(WHISTLING)
(GROANING)
WILL: You're not going to like this, Robin,
but I think that's Marian in Gisborne's coach.
ROBIN: She must be going to Nottingham. The Sheriff's fair.
(SOBBING) Why did I do that?
Why did I tell him to stand up to Gisborne?
I should have just kept me mouth shut.
I told him to stand up for himself,
but what did I do?
Gisborne and the Sheriff walked straight by me, and I did nothing.
You and me, we'll get through this.
Don't worry, I'm not going to do anything stupid.
Why would I do anything stupid?
There's just something I need to do.
I'll see you later.
I'll see you.
-Assalama. -Assalama.
I have a simple, yet effective way of getting you freedom.
And a lot less dangerous than riding into a heavily guarded mine.
Opening the cage, that is simple and effective.
(SCOFFS) No, this is clever.
Renounce your God.
Then nobody can buy or sell you.
Renounce my God?
And claim you believe in the Christian one.
But it's all right.
Because Gods are all-knowing.
So your God will know you're only pretending.
Why would I pretend to be Christian?
-You kill my people in the name of Christianity. -Sshhh!
Christians cannot be traded.
The Sheriff will not buy you,
you can go free, and we can go home and eat.
So if it's that easy,
you do it.
Renounce your God.
Me?
You do not trust that he can see into your heart?
Of course I trust.
He can.
-I could renounce him like that! -(SNAPS FINGERS)
I do not believe in God.
Nope, I don't.
There.
(YELLING)
Come on. Help me tie Brooker up.
I do, obviously.
Where's the trader?
Of course, by now, I should be at home with a goblet of fine red wine.
Mmm? Watching your archer, what's his name?
-Michael the Red. -Michael the Red.
Yes.
My Lord, if you would prefer to go back to Nottingham, I'm happy to stay here and...
Oh, what, leave you in charge of the mine? Sorry, remind me
exactly how much iron ore have you brought to the surface today?
You, can't you get them to do some manoeuvres or something?
The nearest I'll get to any entertainment today.
SOLDIER: Left, left, left...
Left and right, and...
SOLDIER: And turn!
Left, left, left, left, left...
Come on.
ROBIN: We send Brooker in.
When the Sheriff and Gisborne leave for Nottingham,
Allan does his thing, and then we strike.
ROBIN: Now, this is what we do.
You sell your prisoners to the Sheriff, just as you planned.
Allan will be right behind you, disguised as a prisoner.
If you give us away, be warned.
We may have to review our policy on throat-slitting.
Fire! There's a fire!
(GASPS)
Punishment from God!
It's all my fault!
Oh, I'm sorry, Lord, I do believe I do!
Much, will you shut up!
-How did you light that fire? -Let us go!
We are trying to help you!
You've stolen us to sell to another.
You're no better than him.
Please, let me explain.
Then if you do not wish to help us, then you are free to go.
You have my word.
What is your name?
Djaq.
Djaq, we will help you escape.
But if you leave now, the Sheriff will still need workers for his mine.
More prisoners will arrive next month. People like you.
We are going to destroy the mine.
But we need your help.
How will you help us escape?
The Sheriff will pay for you.
And we will give you the money.
And we will guide you to the people
who will find you a safe passage to the port.
You made us the enemy.
And now you play protector?
And ask for our help?
Let them decide.
If you want to take your chance with freedom now, then go.
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
What are they saying?
He says that if you do not let us go, he will kill you.
(CHUCKLING)
That is not what he said.
He said "nusallay". That means "pray".
Is that what you want to do?
Wash and pray?
Pray? "Nou sa lei"?
And then will you help us? Please?
SOLDIER: Left, left,
left, left, left, and turn...
Come on. Look sharp.
Robin says that we have to...
You spy on me!
(STAMMERING) No! Robin, he... We have to keep moving...
ALLAN: Remember, if this goes wrong
you will die.
SHERIFF: This, uh, lateness?
I went round the forest.
Didn't want to risk the outlaws.
SHERIFF: Did I ask for a route?
No. Next month you will be on time, do you understand?
BROOKER: I will be on time next month, my Lord.
Shackles?
(CHAINS CLINKING)
I like it, this is good.
You don't expect full price for this one?
He has no muscle.
He has spirit.
Spirit? I've seen more spirit on cheese.
(GRUNTING)
-Who are you? -I'm Rowan, son of Dunne.
And I'm going to kill Gisborne.
If you do that now, the mine will stay open.
You will sabotage our plan,
and you will put one of my men's life in danger.
If any die within the month,
I'll take it off your next bill.
Pay the man, Gisborne.
Good. So, to work.
Iron!
Iron!
I can't let him get away.
If the Sheriff or Gisborne dead would help Nottingham,
I'd have killed them months ago.
But they deserve to die!
Wouldn't you rather see them lose the things that mean everything to them?
-Like what? -The mine.
Iron ore is their strength.
Their power.
In!
Give me a separate job. Please.
I'll work twice as hard.
You're not a prisoner of war. You're English.
I'm a deserter.
There were loads of us with...
It's the Turk flu.
It's wiped out everyone except me.
The Turk flu?
ALLAN: We English have no resistance.
Foaming. Writhing.
Rotting.
(COUGHING)
One man caught it from as close as I am from you,
within minutes.
This black liquid oozed from his nose.
Just get to work.
(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
SHERIFF: I don't know which is worse,
wailing widows or prancing peasants!
Can you see the man who you fought with?
Short and injured.
Although the injury would be beneath his left sleeve.
Perhaps I should order them all to remove their sleeves.
Perhaps you should remember who it is that gives the orders.
-Marian. -My Lord.
Lepers, Gisborne, lepers.
(GROANING) Lord, save me!
(SOBBING) Save me!
-Kill him, quick! -No, don't kill him!
His blood will poison the air!
If you're gonna kill someone, kill me, please!
I can feel it starting.
-Don't let me suffer. -SOLDIER 1: What's that?
(SOLDIERS GROAN)
SOLDIER 1: What's wrong with him? SOLIDER 2: Quick!
SOLDIER 3: Let's get out of here.
(SOLDIERS CLAMOURING)
-Hey! -John!
Keep him conscious.
Robin!
Robin!
What is this stuff? Tastes weird.
You'll be fine as long as you don't
swallow it.
I said don't swallow it! You'll be fine.
Lay fires around those beams and inside.
Let me light 'em. I'll burn the place to the ground.
-I don't think so. We'll do that. -ROBIN: No.
Let Rowan.
For his father.
SHERIFF: Thanks to the rogue element amongst you,
I've been forced
to introduce new security measures.
The guilty object to security because the guilty have something to hide.
So,
I expect your full co-operation.
No man shall wear a sleeve
on his left arm.
Oh, and, er, do have a lovely fair. Thank you.
(MUTTERS)
Can I not keep the money?
You are a despicable, heartless, soulless slave-trader.
Lucky to escape with your life.
-That's a no. -Now go.
Go?
(GRUNTING)
I'll see that you suffer!
You're letting him free?
Master, surely he'll run straight to the Sheriff of Nottingham,
and the Sheriff and Gisborne will get on their horses and...
-Oh, I get it. -Get what?
MUCH: They come here, you go to your fair.
As much as it saddens me to drag Gisborne away from his wooing.
-Gisborne's wooing? -Yes. Marian.
Remember the road I told you of?
-When you get to the abbey... -Mention your name.
Assalam Alaikum, Djaq.
Alaykum assalam.
Godspeed, Robin.
Much?
What's going on with the pilot fire?
I'll do it.
Primitive.
Well, I think we deserve an outing to Nottingham
for such a smooth and successful operation. In fact,
apart from Allan's ingestion of a certain plant root...
Which will do what to me, exactly?
I'd say today has gone without a...
(JOHN YELLING)
ALL: (YELLING) John! John! John!
SOLDIER: Step forward, Ford.
Son of Ford. Son of Ford.
No sign of Robin Hood.
He's a coward.
(ARROW FIRES)
Your Michael the Red had better be a winner.
I don't want to have to give this silver arrow away.
But surely if my man wins, then the silver arrow will be mine.
If Robin Hood turns up and wins, I will hang him.
And keep the arrow.
If he doesn't, then your man wins and he will return it.
-I see. -Or I will hold you responsible.
-ALL: (YELLING)John! John! -(COUGHING)
JOHN!
When are we going to burn the mine?
The Sheriff will be coming.
ROBIN: We can't until we've rescued John.
-I'm going down there. -ALLAN: To do what?
-Get stuck down there with him? -ROBIN: To help him.
ALLAN: We broke up the ladders for fire wood.
-If we can't pull him out... -He could be bleeding to death!
Maybe he can't breathe properly.
So he suffocates, will that suit you better?
DJAQ: I'll go down there.
You need someone smaller.
You couldn't lift him. Thank you, but...
I'll help him lift himself.
ROBIN: He could be bleeding.
Or suffocating, I heard.
-My father was a physician. -ALLAN: Oh, great!
My father was a blacksmith.
It doesn't mean I can make a horseshoe.
No, Djaq. Wait, please.
If there is something you can do.
I can stop the blood, bring him round.
-Then do it. -I need silver.
Look over there.
There must be some along with the iron ore.
Silver? He wants paying now?
DJAQ: Traces of silver.
Not coins.
(SPEAKING ARABIC)
-And water, quickly. -Do as he says.
Sorry, Lord. I will fast for a day, just please let us get him out.
Silver and this, acid, together, make a liquid, stop the bleeding.
You don't need to understand.
Fine.
Save Gisborne's mine.
Save his wealth.
I'm going to go and tear his heart.
Let's see him woo a dead woman.
(CHEERING AND APPLAUDING)
They say the peel of an apple could predict who a woman will marry.
Oh?
The curl of the peel represents the first letter of his name.
Oh.
ANNOUNCER: Our next archer is Michael the Red.
Ah. This will impress you.
I cut myself.
Your arm?
No, my hand.
-Look. -(ANNOUNCER CONTINUES)
I must have got some on my sleeve.
(MEN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
(CHEERING)
(APPLAUSE)
(COUGHING)
There's...
I think he wants us to follow him.
The mines.
The mine?
Ro... Robin Hood.
Robin Hood, hmm. The mine...
-Fire! -Robin Hood, mine... Fire!
Soldiers! Soldiers!
It's witchcraft.
ROBIN: Because we don't know what it is?
We made him trust us, so we have to trust him.
Just drop the second line down.
Lower me down.
I'm not being funny, we should have gone after Brooker.
He'll have told the Sheriff by now.
ROBIN: Much!
Three days and three nights.
Not a morsel will cross my lips,
just get us out of here.
Come on, big man, wake up.
Please, wake up.
There you go. Here, smell this.
-It will help you come round. -(GRUNTS)
That's it!
(SPITTING)
-Put this on. Around your foot. -(COUGHING)
Pull!
(ALL GRUNTING)
Master! The Sheriff! What do we do?
-Come on, John! -Robin!
Come on, John!
Come on, John.
Come on, almost there.
Pull, John! Pull!
(GROANS)
(GRUNTS)
Get John into cover. I'll take care of this.
(NEIGHING)
Into the trees! Go! Run!
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Where are your guards? On their refreshment break?
(SOLDIER GRUNTING)
Get it out! Get the fire out!
Does anyone smell burning?
Get the fire out! Forget the outlaws! Save the mine!
Never forget the outlaws!
-Where are the others? -Gone.
Hey, Rowan will be sorry he missed the blaze.
Him? He's gone to take revenge on his enemy.
Why? Gisborne's here.
His woman. To tear his heart out by killing his woman.
Gisborne hasn't got a...
Marian.
Nothing tempts pennies from the poor like the hope of silver.
-Name? -Rowan, son of Dunne.
Rowan, son of Dunne.
You'd not sooner keep your penny, son?
No, thanks.
A penny well spent.
ANNOUNCER: The next contestant will be...
This place is done for!
You should have expected him!
It was obvious this was a target!
With respect, my Lord, he was supposed to be in Nottingham
trying to win the silver arrow.
Over there!
He's following Marian! Quick!
My Lady!
It'll be quick.
I'm a good shot.
Your father died at the mine, didn't he?
How do you know?
It's difficult to explain.
But I know he must have loved you very much.
Everybody knew how dangerous it was to go down that mine.
-I told him not to. -He wanted to feed you. And your family.
Your lover knew it wasn't safe!
Your father must have known too.
I'm going to kill you.
Make him suffer! Make him understand loss!
At the cost of your own life?
It's what Gisborne deserves.
Your mother will lose the man of her house twice.
What about her suffering?
I can't do nothing.
Just stand and do nothing.
Well, if you want to hurt the Sheriff, win his silver arrow.
You say you're a good shot.
Win it.
Use the silver, melt it down into coins.
You could feed your family for months.
Compensate all the miners' widows.
Or would you rather shoot an unarmed woman?
Marian?
Better late than never, I suppose.
Make sure this one wins the silver arrow.
Robin.
Help me.
ANNOUNCER: Will the next contestant please take his mark.
The next contestant is the Rowan, son of Dunne.
(MEN TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
(ALL APPLAUDING)
Bravo!
Robin Hood! Seize him!
That arrow will feed the miners for a whole winter.
Come on, let's go.
(ALLAN GROANING)
Him. Gone.
-(SCREAMS) -(LAUGHS)
ROBIN: No food or drink for one day and night, and then he'll be fine.
Oh, just as well, seeing as there's so little venison left...
-Hey! -You're fasting too, aren't you?
(ALLAN RETCHES)
You made a promise, to God.
You don't know it was Him who got us out.
We might have got out of there anyway.
And if it had been Him, there would have been a sign.
And there was no sign.
So I am going to build a fire,
cook some food, and there's nothing any of you can do about it.
(CROWD CHEERING)
ANNOUNCER: Champion of the Sheriff's fair and winner of the silver arrow,
Rowan, son of Dunne.
(ALL CHEERING)
(GASPS)
A sign!
Which means I have to fast.
Except God wants me to eat.
(GRUNTS)
Quite a lot.
Djaq!
Come and join us.
For good?
Well, I was thinking just for dinner, but...
And I was thinking for good.
Perhaps I should have let your big friend here die, huh?
Then there would have been a vacancy.
It wouldn't be safe for you to join us.
For us or for him?
For her.
ROBIN: I guessed as much.
What's your name? Your real name?
Safiyya.
-Safiyya... -But I prefer you to call me Djaq.
Djaq.
Well, your expertise did help to save Little John's life,
for which we will be eternally indebted.
Anyone have a problem with a woman joining the gang?
(ALLAN RETCHING)
-Can you, er... -I'm a rubbish cook, huh!
Oh.
Well, looks like we're cooking dinner then.
(GRUNTS)
If the fire thing was Djaq, and not a sign,
then does that mean I can eat or...
(LIGHTNING CRACKING)