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(PANTING)
(NEIGHING)
Ah!
Whoa!
Ha ha!
-A good idea, Roy. -Do we like it? I think we do!
Well done, mate.
Fantastic!
-Roy! Way-hey! -(LAUGHTER)
-Yeah, very funny! -Very funny.
-Seeing it was my idea, I get to keep the nag, right? -A nag?
This is a destrier war horse of the finest pedigree.
-Of course, my friend. You deserve it. -(LAUGHTER)
Much?
Much, do not be so easily wounded.
(SOFT CRY)
Oh, you have it then, if you're going to cry about it.
I am not crying!
(BABY CRYING)
(CRYING STOPS)
What is it?
I mean, I know what it is, but...
It's a boy.
We rode straight past him. We could have trampled it.
Where's its mother?
This baby's cold. Mother's long gone.
Can't you stop it crying?
Yeah, here you are.
Shh...
(CRYING CONTINUES)
Whoa!
What? That's how you shut them up.
Come on, leave it. Let's go.
-You can't just leave a baby. -What do you want to do with it?
We're outlaws, not wet nurses.
-(CRYING STOPS) -Hey, how do you do that?
He likes me. (LAUGHS)
He's lucky to be alive.
There's hoof prints everywhere.
Shh...
No noise, no movement.
What is it?
Look at these hoof prints.
They're marked.
Gisborne is not the fool he looks like.
-He'll track us. -That's clever, you've got to admit.
You didn't think of that, did you?
I'm not being funny here, but shouldn't we be moving on? They could be coming already.
They could be here already!
-Master, what do we do? -What can we do?
We do not believe in harming man nor beast.
What?
Vermin, on the other hand...
(GRUNTING)
(BABY CRYING)
Do you mind? I was just getting the baby to sleep! Ah!
(GRUNTING)
Catch! Oh!
Robin!
(BABY CRYING LOUDER)
Roy!
They got Roy.
The horses were marked.
They tracked us.
It's a baby.
John, I'm so sorry.
We go to Nottingham.
Good news from the village of Clun.
No new outbreaks for a fortnight.
The pestilence, whatever it was, is gone.
Then we can lift the quarantine. Feed the survivors.
(LAUGHS) No, the people of Clun, they're a grubby people.
The great unwashed.
Low on taxes, high on moaning.
The quarantine remains.
They must be fed, they will die.
Marian...
Oh, sweet.
My dear, you have to understand. These are incapable people.
They do not look after themselves.
We must not, we cannot nanny them.
But how can they look after themselves
if we will not allow them to leave their village?
I agree.
This is a conundrum.
Another conundrum is this.
Whom do I tax
to pay for the food
for the hopeless of Clun? Hmm?
Do I rob from Peter to pay for Paul?
(SCOFFS)
Simpler to keep the quarantine in place and then
after one or two weeks, we say that the village has been
cleansed.
I may house my garrison there.
You cannot let healthy people die! It is barbaric!
-If it became known that we have deliberately... -Interesting, mmm?
This fire in your belly.
Is this reason talking?
Or is it frustration?
Frustration at being, how old now, and still a maiden?
Excuse me.
I have other business.
My name is Royston White.
I fight for Robin Hood and King Richard. (GRUNTS)
My name is Royston White.
I fight for Robin Hood and King Richard. (GRUNTS)
It would be wise, would it not, to break his jaw after he's talked,
rather than before?
Who is he?
One of his associates.
Raided my stables.
Unfortunately for them, I had my horses shod with an identifying mark,
which enabled me to track them down.
(WHISPERING) Talk.
My name is Royston White.
I fight for Robin Hood and King Richard. I'll say no more.
Oh, you've said enough.
You must have had a very difficult day.
What?
Let our friend rest.
What's happening here?
(SHUSHING)
He'll not talk, I can assure you, unless he's beaten.
First, find out if he has any relatives in Nottingham.
You are back quickly.
Did...
Did he cry?
What's your name?
Annie.
Why do you smile at him, Annie?
He has another side.
A side he cannot show.
You're wrong.
Be careful.
If I had position, I would be his wife.
He told you that, did he?
I am the mother of his child.
You look what he did to me.
Don't let him anywhere near your child.
Shut up.
He is a good man.
He's found a good home for my baby. The Abbey of Kirklees.
That is not cheap.
That will cost money.
(BABY CRYING) What do you want to do with it?
We're outlaws, not wet nurses!
(HORSE NEIGHING)
Central courtyard, the portcullis, all heavily manned.
The east wall where the builders are working?
-Teeming. -How about the south wall?
-Too high. -(BABY CRYING)
Look, even if we do get in,
I've heard the new door to the dungeons is two-foot thick.
I heard about the door too.
But I also heard that Robert of York put it in.
And?
Well, Robert of York can't make a hinge to save his life.
The lock side will be strong as an ox
but the hinge side will be weak,
especially with the weight of two-foot of timber.
-What's your baby called? -None of your business.
Seth.
He's a few weeks old? Got a velvet shawl?
Yes. How...
Did you meet him on the way to the Abbey?
Sort of.
Sheriff wants to see you.
What is the point of us all dying?
For every man, there is a purpose which he sets up in his life.
Let yours be the doing of all good deeds.
That's us, lads.
Is that the Bible?
It's the Koran.
What's that?
It's the Turk Bible. He read it in the Holy Land.
Why?
I wanted to know what it was that we were fighting.
Ah.
(MOCKING) "Royston White, I fight for King and Country". Hmm?
Blah-di-blah-di-blah.
Now, look, I'll be blunt. I have a favour to ask.
I would be very grateful if you would, uh, use this on our mutual friend, Robin Hood.
I'd sooner kill me own mother.
(SCOFFS)
Yes.
What an amazing coincidence.
See, when people say things like "I'd sooner kill me own mother",
they don't usually have that statement tested.
-Mother... -Oh, Royston!
I thought you were dead... (SOBBING)
-Mother... -I thought you were dead.
I was gonna come back.
I was gonna come back when things were better.
But they never got better.
Oh, yes,
I like this. This is good, hmm?
The, uh, horns of a dilemma.
Kill Robin or kill Mother? So, which is it to be?
I'll not do it.
No, um...
You...
You do not understand what dilemma means.
It means you have to do one or the other. You have to decide.
And if you don't, well, let's just say,
I'll decide for you.
Hmm?
So...
Shall we say sunrise tomorrow, hmm?
I don't know about you, but I work best to a deadline.
Of course, when people say "deadline",
they don't usually mean that somebody will be dead at the end of it.
SHERIFF: So, you've made an heroic escape, I think, don't you?
And my men, well, they're determined to catch you.
Oh, look. And don't forget your badge of honour.
Well, go on then, run.
(BABY CRYING)
What are you doing with the baby?
Well, we can't leave him.
Well, he can't come with, either. What're you gonna do?
Give him a little dagger?
A little bone quiver?
Oh, look! There's Roy!
(HORSE NEIGHING)
Roy!
(HORSE NEIGHING)
It is good to have you back, sir!
-Good to be back. -All right?
-Yeah, good, good. -All right?
-Roy! -John.
Hey, how'd you escape?
Oh, you know, um...
-Well, I showed the Sheriff some of my moves! -(LAUGHTER)
I reckon he was impressed.
-Reckon he was going to ask me to join his side. -(LAUGHTER)
I was saying, "No, thanks, mate.
"I don't do red wine from Burgundy.
-"I'm an October Ale man, me!" -(ALL LAUGHING)
-So, how many did you take down? -Oh, a few, a few. Erm...
-Yeah, quite a few, erm... -What, a hundred?
-ROY: No, not that many, come off it! -(LAUGHTER)
Moves... What does that mean?
Stop!
Stop! He's going to kill us!
-You what? -Who?
Him!
Much?
(STUTTERING)
The horse! It's the same trick.
They've tracked us.
He's led them right to us.
We're done for!
Much!
Well, it was possible.
You've got to admit that!
Robin,
I need to tell you...
Something happened at the castle.
-Go on. -Uh...
I...
I have something that...
What is it?
I know the baby's name!
-Okay. -It's Seth.
He's called Seth.
(STUTTERING) I met the father in the castle dungeon. Just for stealing bread.
It looks like the mother...
The thought of raising the child on her own,
she must have panicked and brought the baby out to the woods.
This Sheriff, he...
He's destroying lives.
Well, the mother lives out in Knighton.
You and I, we should take him home and give her some money to keep the child.
Are we moving on?
No. Erm...
Meet at sunset at the Longstone.
-Where are you going? -Knighton?
To take the baby home.
Roy knows where he lives.
-Oh, shall I come? -Er, no!
Uh, more than two, we attract attention.
Ah, good.
I'll stay here, sort things out.
I thought we'd have rabbit, you know, for supper.
-Lady Marian. -Good day.
What can I do for you?
I need five minutes in the village.
Ah, that I cannot do.
-Please... -I cannot.
-Please! -No!
Step aside, I have business in the village.
There is a quarantine, surely you know that. Pestilence.
The pestilence is long gone, you know that.
And if you don't, you are a fool.
Sheriff's orders. I cannot let you in.
I am the daughter of the old Sheriff
and I am ordering you to step aside.
The people in here are starving.
If the Sheriff knew your game, he'd have your guts for garters,
-I'm right, aren't I? -The pestilence is gone. These people need food.
Oh, oh.
Nice pie.
And how about a kiss to go along with that? What do you say, my Lady?
Don't you touch me!
Everybody still, if you please!
(SETH CRYING)
Having a little trouble?
Nothing I cannot resolve myself, thank you.
Sword.
The village is been starved.
The disease has gone, but the Sheriff has not lifted the quarantine.
He wants the village for accommodation.
Roy, tie them.
And what was your plan?
To sweet-talk the guards?
Tut-tut. Bad idea.
Oh, and you have a better one?
BOY: Look! It's bread!
Quick, everyone!
Run! Run! Come on, quickly! Quickly!
-Bless you, Robin Hood! -Bless you!
ALL: Bless you, Robin Hood!
That is a waste of arrows.
No...
You could simply throw the food.
We could.
But where would be the fun in that?
-Ah! -Robin!
-Come on. -Duck!
Let's go get out of here.
(HORSE NEIGHING)
Come on.
-Robin, let me help you. -(ROBIN GROANING)
No.
Feeding the poor is foolish but understandable.
Helping me is a hanging offence. Give me the baby.
This is no sport for a woman.
More than it is for a child?
-Is he yours? -Robin?
(HORSES APPROACHING)
-Split up. -But...
No buts.
-(BABY CRYING) -(SHUSHING)
(CONTINUES CRYING)
(WHISPERING) Where did you get that dagger?
Announce yourself next time, I could have killed you.
(SIGHING)
Did we lose them?
We are alone.
I said split up.
You disobeyed me.
But I am glad you did.
It'll soon be dark.
Our mission to reunite mother and child should maybe wait a day.
-What do you think? -It cannot wait.
What do you mean?
-Robin, I'm sorry... -MARIAN: Robin?
Don't just stand there.
(SETH STOPS CRYING)
Do you know me?
-Lady Marian. -No.
You have not seen me, understand?
-As you wish. -Can you help me?
(SETH CRYING)
MARIAN: This needle is thick and blunt.
-Are you prepared? -Hmm, it's the way you sell it.
You'll need to take off your shirt.
(GROANS)
(SETH CRYING)
Saracen attack on the King.
Caught us unawares.
To this day, I do not know how.
Is this why you returned?
The stitching became infected. I took a fever.
And when I awoke, the King had gone south
and left orders for me to return to fully recover.
So you return and take instantly to the woods?
(SCOFFS)
Ah!
It must be clean or you'll take another fever.
So...
You never told me.
When I was in the Holy Land, you must have had suitors.
-Ah! -I must have.
-It is surprising you are not married. -It is.
And yet, when one considers that marriage requires a man, perhaps not.
(LAUGHS SOFTLY)
A word of advice.
Your charms, such as they are, ceased working on me at least five years ago.
-A challenge. -A statement.
-Ow! -That hurt?
-Yes! -Good.
Just tying off.
Kiss it better.
Ah!
Done.
Are you spying?
Up to no good?
Sorry, I heard crying.
This is the milk and cheese for the mother.
This is not our child.
ROY: Master!
-ROY: Master! -Stay here.
(SETH CRYING)
(ROY TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
(SETH GURGLING)
Can you take the baby?
-Me? -Its mother lives in Knighton.
What, because I'm a woman?
Because I have to go.
-My men are here. -(SCOFFS)
The call of the wild.
Marian...
Why is it that everything you say to me sounds like a criticism?
(SIGHS) I do not know.
I suppose these are the lives we have chosen.
-Always different directions. -And yours is the better direction?
I work within the system. It is the only way.
Not at night.
You dress up as... (SCOFFS)
Who is it? The night watchman?
I do not taunt the Sheriff.
I do not publicly flout his decisions.
Okay, so, today at Clun?
That was different. It was an emergency.
And you were wonderful.
You were bold and...
I wish there were more emergencies.
Is it all a big joke to you?
Is it all so serious to you!
Well, forgive me for being careful
but so far nobody has had their tongue cut out because of me!
Take your baby.
(CLICKS TONGUE)
A storm's coming from the east.
A forest is no place to have a bairn. You stay here tonight.
-Thank you. -No, no, no. We can't.
Why?
-Well, we've got to get the baby back to his mother. -Do it tomorrow!
Yes, exactly.
Now get inside, all of ya!
I want you gone before dawn.
Rumours abound.
The pestilence is over.
It is over.
No, my dear, that was between you and me and the Council of Nobles.
You see, now we have a problem.
Either I say you were wrong, made a mistake
and leave the quarantine in place...
(FIRMLY) I was not wrong.
Or I say you were right, lift the quarantine, let the layabouts live.
And then look for somewhere else to house my garrison.
Then say I was right.
You see, there's always a catch.
In politics, there's always a deal.
If I were to say that you were right,
then I would lose face.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
Well, that can't happen, hmm?
We must have authority.
So, I'll have to punish you.
For your outspokenness.
Punish me?
I do not listen to suggestions that you were consorting with Robin Hood.
That would be unforgivable.
What punishment?
Oh, don't worry, nothing personal. Just politics.
It would have to hurt, though.
(SHOUTING) What punishment?
Marian...
Long and flowing.
Sweet.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
We cannot have challenges
to our authority.
The law
applies to everybody.
Even the privileged.
Ah...
Wasted beauty!
Humiliation is sometimes so much better than execution.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(GRUNTS)
(GRUNTING)
-Roy? What are you doing! -Sorry!
(ROY GRUNTING)
Master!
Get up, wake up!
ROBIN: What are you doing?
We came to rescue you!
Every man here was ready to risk his life for you!
(HYSTERICAL) I've got to kill him! I've got to kill him!
In war, a rescued man owes his life to his rescuers!
He gives his life like that for the men who saved him!
What is going on?
This one tried to kill Robin!
What?
Wha...
You were like my son!
-Royston! -(MEN SHOUTING)
You were like my son! My son!
Kill me.
I will kill you!
(GRUNTING)
-John, leave it! -I will kill him.
-John, that's enough. -Kill him!
Listen to me. Listen to me!
-That's enough. Enough. -(JOHN SPLUTTERS)
I need to think. Stop.
Now.
(PANTING)
What have I ever done to you to make you want to kill me?
(SOBBING) My mother... They've got my mother!
And they will kill her
unless you kill me first?
She will hang at dawn.
I hate the Sheriff.
And the story about the child's mother?
That was a lie too?
Gisborne is the father.
Gisborne?
The mother's a kitchen girl. (SNIFFLING)
She thinks Gisborne's going to take the child to Kirklees Abbey,
to be raised there.
I hate Gisborne too.
Well, that doesn't mean that this one can go around killing my master!
(SOBBING)
Come on.
What?
We have two mothers to rescue before sunrise.
(GUARDS GRUNTING)
-Annie? -Yeah.
I think this belongs to you.
(HINGES CLICKING)
(GRUNTS)
(WHISPERING) Mother. Mother!
-Mother. -Mary. Mary!
-Mary. Mary! -Mother!
Mary.
(MIMICKING) Mary, Mary, Mary! Mary.
Where is she? What have you done with her?
Gisborne, what do you think?
Does that look like the first light of day?
-Mmm-hmm. -Mmm.
Well, I kept my side of the bargain.
You didn't keep yours.
So, bring them to see Mary Mary swing.
Mother!
Erm... No hood, I think.
You'll rot in hell for this!
Really, just for this? Perfect.
Mary Mary's boy's contrary, time to see her swing!
Murderers!
-I will kill you! -Annie...
Do not move!
You left him in the woods. You said he would be safe!
You left him to die!
Our son! Our baby!
Gisborne! (TSKING)
(GROANS)
(GRUNTING)
(GRUNTING)
Robin!
To the horses!
Come on, then!
Locksley!
Why so much haste, my friend?
Sorry to ruin your day, but if you leave, he gets it.
Ha, this is our old friend the dilemma calling.
Master, you cannot give yourself up every five minutes!
Robin, no!
-Robin, yes. -Let him go.
Or we all die here today.
Oh, come along, Robin. We both of us know we've had this conversation many times.
And we also know that you're not the killing kind... But me... (LAUGHS)
Ah! Run! For my mother! For the baby!
No! Roy!
My name is Royston White and I fight for Robin Hood and King Richard...
(MARY CRYING)
He does this for you. Come...live.
...King Richard... (GROANS)
Robin.
Robin, come on.
Him...
I liked.
Your hair!
It was a nuisance to wash.
(SETH COOING)
-Thank you, my Lady. -Lady Glasson is a good mistress.
You will be well looked after.
And Seth too.
And you too. Thank you.
From me.
-And specially from... -Go.
You have a long journey.
One thing.
We, erm...
-Open it later. -Thank you.
I am going this way.
I am going...
Always different directions.
I have to say, I'm not gonna miss that baby.
Me neither.
Peace!
Sleep!