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♪ Now Robin Hood
ls in green Sherwood ♪

♪ With all his outlaw band ♪

♪ He hunts the fallow deer for food ♪

♪ The sheriff hunts a man ♪

Lieutenant, is this
what the sheriff's looking for?

After him. Come on!

- Come on!
-It's the devil.

Cowards! Fools!
It's not the devil, it's Robin Hood.

Cowards.

A visitor, Roger.

A dead one, Little John.
Here, but that's a good horse.

Aye, a fine one.

No need to stop a traveller today, Roger.
Someone's done it for us.

You're right, Little John.

Well, a good horse
should mean a good purse.

He's no need of it now.
What's he got for us?

- Look.
-Robin.

I didn't save him from the sheriff
just for you two to empty his purse.

- Well, he's dead, so we thought...
-Are you certain?

- I know a dead man when I see one.
-He's breathing.

- What? But I thought that you said...
-All right, Roger was wrong.

Take the bolt out of his back
and try and stop the bleeding.

Wait till I get you back, lad.

Come out.

Come out now,
and you come out alive.

- Will you shoot me in the back, too?
-Well, a girl!

- And I'm not used to being stared at.
-Oh, a lady.

Tell me, do all ladies do this?
Undress themselves in the forest?

I was swimming.
Go away from me.

Good day, milady.
We wouldn't stop ladies from swimming.

But you'd stop a man
and shoot at him, you ruffian.

- Me?
- Now, just a minute.

My men didn't do that. Roger.

Look.

From a crossbow, not a longbow.

How can you be trusted?

- Wait.
-For an arrow in my back?

Make something to carry him on
and get our friend there back to camp.

- Go on. I can attend to this lady.
-I can see that.

Just a minute.

Keep your distance, outlaw.

Well, at least I'm not afraid of a name,
nor to tell you mine.

Robin Hood, at your service.

Why should I be afraid who knows mine?

Fitzwalter, and I'm certainly
not at your service.

But you have a first name.
Jenny?

Or... Winifred, perhaps?

No, no, surely not Winifred.
It wouldn't suit your looks.

You're very impertinent.

It's Marian.

- Now, leave me.
-Marian.

Well, Marian Fitzwalter,

if it should be your ladyship's pleasure

to do any more swimming here in the forest,

this shall be your pool,

and I'll order my men to keep away from it.

Very good of you.

I've seen your murdering men,
and I shan't swim here again.

I could come here myself
and make sure they didn't disturb you.

You'll not see me, outlaw.
And I've no wish to see you again, either.

Well, in that case...

- If I meet you again, I'll...
-No, thank you!

And my men are not murderers, either.

Good lad, Martin.

Keep your old comrades warm, that's right.

Aye, he's a good strong lad.

Not much experience, but he'll learn.

Well, when I've been here as long as you lot,
I hope I've learned more ma...

Look at you,
you're eating like a pack of wolves!

You'll learn, lad,
when you've got food, eat.

You never know
when you'll get your next meal, eh?

Aye, you're right, Ned.

Well, I know what hardship is, you know.
I've been through the winter here.

- Oh-oh! Hardship! Hear that?
-Last winter?

Why, that was the mildest winter
we've had in years, wasn't it, lads?

Never felt cold once.
More like summer.

Not like the winter we had
four years ago, eh, Little John?

Now, that was a winter, that was.

Well, it couldn't have been too bad
because you survived it.

Ooh, listen to the young blood.

Hey, Alan.

Give us a song and cheer us up.

These young lads make me feel so old.

I can give you a song, Ned, but I...
but I can't promise to cheer you up.

- Hey, how about 'The Cuckoo Bird'?
-Or 'The Blue Handkerchief', Alan.

- Let's have 'The Nut-Brown Maid'.
-Ah, well, what you like. Go on!

What would you like, Robin?

You make our music, Alan.
You play what pleases you.

♪ An outlaw met a lady fair ♪

♪ A baron's daughter she ♪

♪ She thought to swim
in the forest there ♪

♪ Where no-one's eyes could see ♪

♪ Fah-la-la-la-la, fah-la-la-la-la ♪

♪ La-la-la, la-la-la-la ♪

♪ I would my dearest one were here ♪

♪ For here I lie alone ♪

♪ So long it is since we did meet ♪

♪ My heart has turned to stone... ♪

- He's not made a move all day, Robin.
-It's a bad wound he has.

Perhaps, he'll wake tomorrow.

Who is he?

♪ And yet if we should meet once more ♪

♪ Her voice would melt my heart ♪

♪ Her lovely face would warm my soul ♪

♪ So cold since we did part... ♪

The sheriff was chasing him.
That's good enough for me.

- But what type of man is he?
-I don't know.

Not a peasant, nor a merchant.

Someone's servant, maybe.

♪ I fear across my lonely grave ♪

♪ A cruel wind shall blow ♪

♪ Before I see her face again ♪

♪ The maid I used to know ♪

What did I tell you?

I told you she'd be back, didn't I?

Why the horn, Little John?
What's the danger?

Ah, danger's gone, Robin.

- But she left you a message.
-"She"?

Here, let me see that.

Of course. It is for you.

"If you want to see me again,
I shall be at the Owl Inn this afternoon."

- It has no signature.
-I saw her plain enough though.

She stuck it in that tree with this dagger.

The swimmer... Marian!

- You'll not go, surely?
-Go? Of course, I'm going.

She won't be coming here any more.
How else will I see her?

But it could be a trap.

- Of course it's a trap.
-Well, then why...

Not the sort of trap you mean.
A woman's trap.

- Oh, aye?
-And a very attractive woman, too.

What else can I do but fall into it?

Just you be careful.

Why? Because she's a lady?
Remember, she invited me.

That isn't the sort of careful I mean.

It's you.

I had to return your dagger.

You didn't come swimming
in the pool today, huh?

I do as I please,
and I didn't choose to.

You won't find anybody there.

But you did choose to see me again.

And here I am,
very willing to see you.

Oh. You're not suddenly
becoming Your Ladyship again?

No, but there's something you must understand.

- What's that?
-I'm a free woman, and you're an outlaw.

I won't deal with you on those terms.

You have a problem to solve, then.
Come and be an outlaw with me.

No. But I have a friend
who can solve the problem.

- A friend?
-Yes, I brought you here to meet him.

- Good day to you, Master Robin Hood.
-A fine friend you have.

My good man, remember your place.
I am a king's officer and this is a lady.

I've already heard that.
Keep your hands away from your sides.

I am merely showing you...
I am not armed. Do you see?

It's no trap. I have the sheriff's word,
you'll not be harmed.

I know what the sheriff's word is worth.
I've had dealings with him before.

May I sit down?

Lady Marian.
I have a proposition to make.

- I've no business to do here.
-But the sheriff has.

Come now, my lord. I'm sure Robin Hood
is very anxious to be leaving.

I can well understand that.

Say what you have to say, quickly.

And don't misunderstand me,
if I'm anxious to be leaving,

it's because my feelings for this lady
are beginning to cool off.

I think you better listen to the sheriff
before you jump to conclusions.

I think so, too.
I'll come to the point.

You and your men are sheltering
a wanted criminal. I want him.

A wanted criminal?

Why shouldn't we?
We're all criminals according to you.

- Tell me about this one.
-He fled to the forest yesterday.

He was wounded,
that's the man I mean.

Doubtless you're showing him
mercy and charity.

- Just a minute. If I had a guest with me...
-A dangerous criminal.

Or a dangerous criminal,
why should I give him to you?

Why?

For a hundred marks,
here and now.

- Two hundred.
-ls that enough?

I don't sell my guests for money,
whether they exist or not.

Good. Now, my lord Sheriff,
you must name your final price.

First, let me say this.
I know you have this man,

you and your men
were seen with him.

Now, Lady Marian has made a proposal,
and I am willing to agree with it.

- Well, out with it.
-If you deliver this criminal to justice,

I shall publish a free pardon for you.

- What?
-What do you say to it?

The only thing I can say, no.

Are you mad?
It's a magnificent offer.

- The most I can offer.
-How can you say no?

You'd rather stay outlawed in the woods?
Oh, you infuriate me.

You make it sound like a bad choice,

as if it were choosing to stay an outlaw
rather than being free to pay court to you.

- How dare you!
-Oh, yes!

You think I'd be free to do that,
don't you?

I know the sheriff.

A free pardon from him's not worth
the breath he uses to make his promises.

Well, if you won't bargain with me now,
no doubt we shall meet again.

I'll await that pleasure.

And now, I really must go.

Lady Marian.

You gave me your word, Sheriff,
no trap.

This is not a game, madam,
I'm dealing with criminals.

Don't tell me how to deal with outlaws.

I care nothing for your promises, Sheriff,
but I'll not have you dishonour mine.

That doesn't concern me.

Well done, lads.

Since your word means nothing,
my lord Sheriff,

ask for no more help from me.

I shall leave you to settle matters
in your own special way.

Believe me, madam,
I do know the way.

I told you it would be a trap, Robin,
and it was.

You were right, Little John.
But I'm sure she didn't know about it.

Ah! You can never tell with women.

But even so,
the strange thing was...

that it wasn't me
the sheriff was really after.

The man he wanted to get his hands on
was this one here.

Ah, poor fella.

It's all he can do to keep alive,
without worrying about the sheriff.

- Who is he, I wonder?
-The sheriff said he was a wanted criminal.

One thing is certain,
he must be someone very important

for the sheriff
to make all this fuss about him.

And offering a free pardon.
What next, eh?

He'll be proposing you as sheriff,
I expect.

I should have made that my price,
shouldn't I?

But then he'd have wanted
our friend here in exchange.

Hey, wait a minute.
Look.

His eyes are open.

Now, then, lie back and keep still.

Must... must get to Bawtry.

Yes, later.

Must... must get to B-Bawtry.

Danger.

He's very weak.

Someone must stay with him.

What was that he said?
"Must get to Bawtry"?

Aye. He's trying to tell us something.

Yes, but what?

Something to do with this emblem.

I wonder if that's
what the sheriff is after?

Well, he'll have to come and get it.

- Little John, look.
-Aye, Martin, I can see 'em.

Martin, I think this is
what Robin expected.

You stay here.
I'll go and tell him.

Right.

Halt.

I want them spread out at ten paces.
No closing in, and keep to a walk.

In the forest, each men
must hold his neighbours in view

and keep to the line.
See to it.

So... He's come already.

Do we fight him?

No, that's what he wants us to do.

No. We move house.

Right. Break camp, lads.

Now, we all meet at the five elms.
Hugh, call in the sentries.

Much, you take ten men
and start shooting at them

from the western edge of the forest.
Make as much noise as you can.

Jack, off you go as quick as you can
to the five elms

and see if it's safe there for us.

Do they all know?
We haven't much time.

Aye.
But I hope young Martin's all right.

Martin of Eastwood.
I remember you.

When did you last see
your wife and children?

You know very well. It was a year
since you declared me an outlaw.

- You could see them again.
-How?

It is in my power
to let you see them.

Oh, yes,
I'm prepared to bargain with you.

Tell me where your camp is
and you shall have a free pardon.

- Refuse and you'll be shot.
-No.

- I mean what I say.
-No.

Stand aside.

I cannot delay.
You have no more time.

Wait!

- Go on, tell me.
-You'll give me a pardon?

You go in for about a mile,

till you reach the twin oaks.

Then you go up the ridge to the north.

Go on.

You'll see no path,
but if you go in the larch thicket...

...the path starts behind it.

When we get back to Nottingham,

see that a free pardon is made out
for Martin of Eastwood, an outlaw.

Forward. Hup!

Not one of them here, my Lord.
But there's a grave.

- Grave?
-The man you're after may have died.

It must be him, my lord.
He was badly wounded when we lost him.

Graves have been known to be empty.
Dig it up.

You two. Here!

Is... is that you, Lucy?

No, it's Marian.

Marian Fitzwalter.

I so wanted to see you again, Lucy.

But they killed me.

Martin...

Ro-Robin.

I-I betrayed you.

They offered him a free pardon
and then shot him.

All right, Martin.
We've moved camp, we're safe.

I...

Get word to Friar Tuck.
We'll see that he has a Christian burial.

With the sheriff on the prowl,
you mustn't stay here.

Come with me.

I'll take you where
you won't be seen going.

- Yes, that's him.
-Anything on him?

- You mean in his purse, my lord?
-Yes, in his purse.

Go on, man, look.

Eight silver marks and a crucifix.

So they left him his money.
Anything else? The gold emblem?

No, my lord.

Your way lies over there.

Now you can see
why I couldn't accept a pardon.

Yes. I was trying to find you
to tell you...

- To tell me what?
-Yesterday, the sheriff's trap.

You must believe me,
I knew nothing about it.

That man, Martin...
I'll not let the sheriff forget that.

You must be off.

You're risking your life here
away from your men.

I can take care of myself.
With a woman, it's different.

I can take care of myself, Robin Hood.

Meet you at Friar Tuck's
tomorrow afternoon.

A falcon and a daisy.

Stop. Stop that, I say.

You say? Strike.

Stop! What's his offence?
Who tried him?

What's that to you?
I don't take orders from you.

Whose orders were these?

The Sheriff of Nottingham.
Don't interfere.

Draw. Strike.

Stop.

Do you presume to give me orders, too?

Look well at me first, Captain.

- Milord.
-Set him free. Then go.

All right, untie him.

Who is the authority in this country?
I am.

It is my duty to deal with lawbreakers,
and I shall do that duty.

-I...
-You know nothing about these matters. I do.

I question your treacherous methods.
You offered Robin Hood a free pardon.

May I remind you that was your idea.

Yes. And I realise now
what would have happened.

Martin of Eastwood was given a free pardon,
and then cold-bloodedly shot.

Outlaws, madam,
you are speaking of outlaws.

It's a simple matter of whether
your word means anything or not.

Madam, I am very busy.

And I'm concerned
for Martin's widow and children.

Have they broken the law?
Do they deserve to starve?

It will be investigated.

Martin died a free man.

His property must be restored
to his widow and children. It's their right.

- The case will be gone into.
-While they go hungry?

Madam, this is not a matter
for the king's sheriff.

- It's a business for lawyers and clerks.
-You refuse to help them.

It is a legal procedure.
It will take time.

I shall not let you rest
until I get justice for these people.

- What are you proposing to do?
-To see justice done.

Let me give you a word of warning.

If you side with the outlaws,
you will tread on very dangerous ground.

Delicious. Delicious.

How the good Lord provides for us.

Who's there?

- Just practising my archery, Father.
-It's you, huh? You come to confession?

Well, I might, Friar Tuck, I might.
But I've got an appointment.

Not with me, I suppose.

Haven't seen any of you for more than a week.

Oh, look at those onions... ruined.

We've had to move. The sheriff came
into the forest with every man he'd got.

We've moved north, beyond Five Elms.

Serves you right.
It was bound to happen sooner or later.

But it wasn't us the sheriff was after.

And the man he wanted died
before he found him.

Oh, God rest his soul.
Well, who was he?

That we don't know.
We found him badly wounded, unconscious.

He only spoke once.

Just before he died, he said,
"Must get to Bawtry", then "Danger".

Why Bawtry? Little town on a hill,
that's all Bawtry is.

I don't know why.
But I'm going there to try to find out.

It must be important,
for the sheriff to go to lengths he did.

Sooner you than me.
Tidy step to Bawtry.

All the same, I must go.

Aren't you taking a risk,
roaming around outside the forest?

Of course, I suppose I could go for you.

- No, you're too fat for it.
-What, me?

I've made much longer journeys than that.

Twenty miles was nothing to me.
I was a great traveller in my time, you know?

- I was a bit slimmer, of course.
-Oh, of course.

Well, I must be off.
I have to get back here to meet a lady.

Oh. What makes you think
a lady would want to meet you?

Oh, we've got visitors.

The Earl of Newark.

Good day to you, Friar.

My friends and I would be very grateful to you...

for a drink of water.

- Certainly, milord Newark.
-Many thanks, Father.

It's a thirsty business in today's sun.

Warm work, Ollerton, huh?

As good a morning's hawking
as I've had this year, though.

Well, you've both beaten me today,

but I'll wager my white bird
against Melton's at any time.

But he's saving his, it seems.

Mine has flown in better company
than yours, Retford.

Here, you, fellow.
Fetch me some water.

Are you deaf, you scoundrel?

- Oh, please. Allow me.
- No. Stand back, priest.

I told him.

Come over here, you.
I'll not be disobeyed by a peasant.

Give me a cup of water.

- You insolent dog.
-Melton, put away your sword.

Put away your sword.

It was an accident, I'm sure,
my lord Newark.

And I'm sure it was not.

- Then you know he insulted me.
-Enough. You provoked him.

Here a moment.

He is one of my parishioners,
my lord.

I've told him about being so impetuous.
But he's a good man at heart.

All right, Father.

You're armed with a bow, I see.

I'm practising my archery,
like we should do, by law.

Do you shoot well?
England needs good archers.

- I do my best.
-Oh, he's very good, my lord. Very good.

Very well, I'll put you to a test.

Lord Melton here claims
that you've insulted him.

I'm not satisfied of it,
but I'll give you both a chance.

- Melton, put up your falcon.
-Why?

Do as I say.

- Now, hit that falcon, one shot.
-No. That's a prize peregrine.

If he shoots at it and misses,

you may have him punished
for shooting at your prize bird.

But if he hits it,
you're not to touch him.

In which case,
I have employment for him.

Well, bowman, how's your nerve?

It was my life or hers, my lord.

Give me that bow of yours.

And an arrow.

Was it a good shot?
Or another accident?

We shall see.

Your skill against mine.

You see that forked branch up there?

Now, if you can hit that right fork,
I'll know I can rely on your shooting.

You shoot well.

That'll be a hard shot to equal.

You shoot well too, bowman.
Now you must come and work for me.

I... I don't know about that.

How much did your last year's work bring you?

Fifty marks? A hundred?

- Not a hundred.
-Well, you shall have a hundred from me.

And not for a year's work,
a month, perhaps less.

I think I've shown you
that I'm a man of my word. Well?

He's got a big family to support, my lord.
Haven't you?

My offer depends on your coming with me now.
Not a moment's hesitation.

- I'll come.
- Good.

You, see this man mounted
on your other horse. Can you ride?

- Well enough.
-Excellent.

Goodbye, Father.
And thank you for our drinks.

I hope your journey won't exhaust you.

I'm not going on any journey.
Oh... Yes.

Let my "family" know where I am.

Yes.

Come along, Isabella.
You greedy animal.

We've got a journey to make.

Come along, then.
Come on.

Come on, then.
Come on.

Come on.
We've got to go to Bawtry.

You abomination.

This assize is to determine
the ownership of the manor of Bawtry,

following the supposed death
of the tenant, John Mortimer.

- Who shall represent the crown?
-I do, as the king's officer for this county.

Very well, milord Sheriff.

- You have the sworn documents?
-Yes, it would appear so.

This is a simple formality.

The court has in its possession
sworn documents

which testify to the death of the tenant
of the manor of Bawtry, John Mortimer,

while in the service of the king
in the Holy Land.

There is no heir to the estate,
which is also affirmed in the documents.

I, therefore, ask the court's authority

to confirm that the estate
shall be held in trust by me,

by virtue of my office as sheriff,
according to the law,

until re-granted to another tenant.

Does any here dispute
the facts in this matter,

as sworn to in the documents?

None object, my lord.

His Lordship the Sheriff
wishes it to be recorded

that the lands in question
shall fall by escheat to the crown,

until re-granted to some other tenant.

Do any object on legal grounds to this?

I have a mind to speak.

- You must take your oath.
- I have already taken it.

You'll find my name is on your papers,
swearing to the death of John Mortimer.

I served him and fought beside him
in the Holy Land.

Ah, it was a pity such a good man died.
He made this place into a town.

You seem to have a very fine record,
devoting your life to his service.

My life's of no consequence,
milord Sheriff.

But you'll all hear this.

No-one here will speak up and say
what's in his mind. But I shall.

Everyone knows
what's going to happen here.

You're acting within the law, Sheriff,
and hiding behind it.

We all know what's going to happen.
You're acting as an agent.

When the manor comes under your control,
you'll hand it over to some nobleman,

who'll pull the whole town down
and build a castle on the site.

That sounds like a prophecy.
Witchcraft, almost.

Are you able to look into the future?

One moment, milord.

Sit down, man.

This court does not accept hearsay and gossip.

Hearsay? It's common knowledge.

The sheriff ought to act in the king's interests.

But not he. It's his friend...

Enough. I will not admit gossip.
Enough.

Hear my judgement.

Wait.

- Who spoke?
-I have something to say.

Here's someone you'll listen to,
if you won't hear me.

Hubert Walter.

It's Hubert Walter, my lord,
the chancellor.

I know.

- That's Hubert Walter.
-The Archbishop of Canterbury?

Archbishop or King's Chancellor,
take your pick.

He's not a man to trifle with.

If Your Grace would wish
to address the court, er...

I have several things to say.

I do not speak to you now
as your archbishop.

If I did, it would be to urge you
to do what is right and just, without fear.

As it is, you seem powerless to act
against the word of the king's law.

Your sheriff here seems to be doing his duty
strictly according to the law.

But I am Chancellor of England,

and I will not have it said
that the law acts against the people.

The people themselves have their rights.

The king at his crowning
swore to uphold them,

and I speak in his absence
for the king.

I have no trap with gossip,
but travelling through the kingdom,

I learned things
I'd never hear in London.

I know very well how some nobles
would like to build castles...

in defiance of the king.

I mention no names.

And I've enough experience of war to know
that this hill, your town stands on,

if fortified,
would hold the roads to the north

and cut off any shipping in the river below.

It may be clear in law that this manor
should be made over to the sheriff,

but, in this case, I absolutely forbid it.

And I require that you
have all the documents sent to me...

in London.

If Your Grace would...

- I must do as he says.
-No matter.

There are other ways.

You obstinate animal.

We'll try another way.

I thought so.

Yes, that's the sort of archbishop I like.
Not like some.

Here's to him.

Ooh, another member of the clergy.

You're not so welcome
as the one we just had,

but I'll buy you some ale.

Landlord!

- Oh. Bless you.
-"Bless you," he says.

Well, seeing as an archbishop
done something for us,

I don't mind a blessing
from just an ordinary friar.

Oh, thank you. Did you say
you had an archbishop here?

Aye, we did.
Hubert Walter, none other.

And lord chancellor as well.

You couldn't ask for more,
the king away in France.

- I'd have liked a little talk with him.
-Would you now?

Yes, I would.
Why, it's a disgrace.

- What is?
- His new fasting rules, of course.

It's all very well
to make rules against gluttony,

I mean, we would all agree with that.

But do you realise what it means
to an ordinary priest like myself?

One chicken and half a goose at a meal!

Half a goose?

We were lucky if we got half a loaf on crusade.

Well, that's quite different. That's the war.

All right, Father, I can see you're hungry.

Now, seeing as this has been a big day with us,
I'll buy you a pie.

Landlord!

I can see you're a very understanding
and charitable man.

You know, even though I rear my own,

I'm only allowed to eat
one chicken at a time.

- Was he in any danger?
-Who? The archbishop? Not on your life.

Why should he be?

Rode off about an hour ago
with his men on the road to London.

So much for Robin and his danger.

I've seen some of your skill,
and I'll not waste our time on plain targets.

Just as you like.

First, see if you can hit the pumpkin,
through the spinning wheel.

Three arrows each.

I'll begin.

Ready, Will?

Now you.

You've done well.

Now for some bell-ringing.

Will!

Three arrows for the most shots
in the quickest time.

You say when.

Now.

Two out of three to you.

- It's the speed that beats you.
-But you did two to my one.

Now come with me.
I'll watch you shoot alone.

I've seen you can shoot straight.
Now you must shoot crooked.

Stand just here.

Now see what you can do with that.

If you can hit the goal from here,
you're the man I need.

Spinning wheels, bells...

Now you mean to hit the goal
through that little slit?

- Yes.
-Don't give me much of a sight of it.

Take your time.

Nearly. Once more.

Ah, might do better than that.

If you can shoot a hawk high up in the sun,

you'll be well able to shoot a man.

That depends.

On how much?
You'll be well paid.

No, on what man.

Set your mind at rest.
He deserves to die.

He'd kill me without hesitation
if he had something against me.

Where am I supposed to do this, my lord?

You'll be taken to the place.
You won't see the man.

He wouldn't let you stand in his way either.

You mean the sheriff?

Keep your eye on the target.

Oh, you abominable creature.

I've a good mind to put you on a fast.

- Good day, Friar.
-Oh. Lady Marian.

Oh, please forgive me for not getting up.
Ah, I can hardly move.

- I've been on a long journey.
-Of course. Do rest.

If you've been in the saddle all day.

Oh, in the saddle? I've been on my feet,
pulling that abominable monster there.

Look at her, eating her head off.

Ah, well,
you're very welcome, young lady.

Now, what did you want
to talk to me about?

Oh, not you, Father.
I came here to meet someone.

A man?

Well, come to think of it,
I had a man here this morning.

He had an appointment, too.

Did you know this man very well?

Yes, yes, quite well.

He's a good fella,
though not everybody would think so.

I met him first accidentally.
But to my mind, Robin's...

You did meet him, then?
What did he say?

- He had to go to Newark.
-Oh, I've missed him.

I had to see the sheriff.

The sheriff too?

You're keeping rather mixed company,
aren't you, young lady?

I insisted on seeing him
about Martin of Eastwood,

or his widow rather.

Martin had a free pardon,
but the sheriff won't listen.

And I'm not going to let this business rest.

Should you have been along
to Bawtry this morning,

you'd have found someone to listen to you,
Hubert Walter.

He is your man.

Who better? ls he there now?

No. Unfortunately,
he'd left by the time I got there.

Otherwise, I can tell you,

I'd have given him a piece of my mind
about his fasting laws.

Where is he now?
I could put this case to him in person.

- Which way did he go?
-Well, it's rather difficult to say.

Which way was he riding?

They did say that he was riding south
to London.

From Bawtry?

Yes, I know the way he must go.

But, Lady Marian,
you can't just go like that...

I'm going to do it.
Goodbye, Friar.

Well now, I suppose I'd better go
and tell Little John where Robin is.

Come along, you overfed, iniquitous animal.

I think you can stay behind this time.

You've done well.
But when the sun goes down

I shall want to see
how you can shoot in darkness.

- Oh, yes?
- Milord Newark.

Robin Hood.

Guards! Guards!

Guard the gate!

After him!

Wait!

- Leave him.
-That's Robin Hood.

Let him alone.

But, my lord Newark, I tell you,
that is Robin Hood.

So you say.
But he was under my protection here.

- Pity. He was a fine shot with a bow.
-Under your protection?

But he's a notorious outlaw!
What was he doing here?

I asked him.

So it was Robin Hood.
No wonder he was a good shot.

May I ask what you find so amusing, my lord?

Outlaws have their uses.

You ask for witnesses, my lord Archbishop,
but I was a witness.

To the death of this man Martin, yes.

But what of the witnesses
to the free pardon you say he was given?

Don't misjudge me, madam,
I wouldn't call you a liar.

But it's the word of one person
against the word of another.

- But how can I get justice?
- I'll help you.

The sheriff's men.
They were witnesses.

But they wouldn't go against him.

They would if he were no longer sheriff.

Never mind where you've been.
Where's Robin?

Been no sign of him since morning.

All very well for you to get flustered.
It's I who've done all the walking.

Oh, come on, man.
Did he go to Bawtry?

Did he go to Bawtry?

I went to Bawtry.
What a journey that was.

Well, if he didn't go to Bawtry,
where did he go?

I went to Newark.

Ah, Robin! Why didn't you tell us
you went to... to Newark?

Yes, I've been trying to tell you.
With the earl.

And a very interesting day
I've had too.

- Look what I found.
-The sheriff's horse?

Did you get that from Newark Castle?

And the Earl of Newark's sword.
But I had to leave that behind.

You had a better day of it than I have,
chasing around Nottinghamshire on foot

and dragging a donkey
most of the way to Bawtry.

- What did you find out?
-Find out? Oh, nothing.

- Nothing at all?
-I got nothing out of him neither.

Oh, there had been some sort of crisis,
some kind of court case,

but that was settled
by the time I got there.

- Oh? Who did the settling?
-Well, the lord chancellor, of all people.

- You mean Hubert Walter himself?
-In a little village like Bawtry?

Well, you see, he was riding south to London,
and he intervened in the case.

- What's that?
-I wish I knew.

And I saw another one today.

- Where'd you get this?
-From the man who died.

The man the sheriff wanted so desperately.

You know, this might be the archbishop's.
A daisy is his badge.

- A daisy is what?
-Hubert Walter's badge.

You see, I know a lot about heraldry.
I was even considering...

- Just a daisy? No falcon?
-No, no falcon.

No. No, no.
This couldn't be Hubert Walter's.

You see, it shows a daisy
in the grip of a falcon.

In the grip of a falcon?
Falcon. Newark, by heaven.

- Yes, the Newark's family badge is a falcon.
-Well, that's it.

The stranger must have been sent to warn
Hubert Walter of some plot of Newark's.

And this was their symbol.

Which way was Hubert Walter riding?
South, you said?

- Yes. And Lady Marian.
-Marian?

Yes, she was riding to talk to him
about young Martin.

- You mean, Marian will be with him now?
-That was her intention.

Little John, pick two good men with horses
and come with me.

Bring me a bow and a sword.
Tom, Jack, three horses, quick.

- Hey! Where are you going?
-Thank you for the lesson in heraldry, Friar.

Wait!
Hey, will someone please explain?

A dozen of your men should do well enough.

Since you've forced me to change the plan,
they must succeed.

You say I forced you to change,
but Robin Hood would never have shot him.

All is arranged. A dozen men have left
the castle dressed as outlaws.

- They know the place.
-And they know there must be no survivors?

I repeated it to them.
They'll hang if there are.

- Why are you wearing this?
-It's the time for it.

Tonight, the falcon will have the daisy
in his power at last.

Put it away.

But after tonight
it can be worn by us all, honourably,

as brothers in this enterprise.

It is time now for you to go.

Take your men, but remember,
they must know nothing of what is to happen.

- They shall never know.
-You know where you will find the bodies.

Bring me back his seal.

- No sign of them.
-That's the way to Southwell.

If they're spending the night there,
they must have passed here by now.

Come on, through the ford.

There may even be a record,
of a free pardon.

They were told to make one out.

What's that place over there?

Caunton Priory.

Miles yet to Southwell, my lord,
and sunset approaching. Shall we...

Ambush. Ambush!
Guard yourself, my lord.

Marian. Catch.

This is a convent.

This woman is in danger, so am I.
Open the door.

I can't admit you.

- My lord Archbishop.
-Don't kneel, woman, open the door.

At once, my lord.

Now, take me to the prioress.

The sheriff.

Well, let him deal with it now.

He's paid to stop this sort of thing.

He's a bit late, though, ain't he?

Outlaws, my lord.
There's some of them dead here.

Look at this slaughter.

I suppose he thinks we did it.

Tom. Jack.

You two go back
and stay with the horses.

Go on. Little John and I
can take care of ourselves.

I'll be back.

It's the archbishop's party.

I'm afraid so.
But where's the archbishop?

My lord!

Where is the archbishop?

He got away.

To the priory... over there.

Well, he'll be safe enough there
for the night,

but he can't travel tomorrow
without escort.

No, my lord.

I shall ride back to Newark
and inform the earl.

He must provide the escort.

Aye, my lord. Shall we ride with you?

No. Take the men back to Nottingham.

And remember you pass Bawtry on the way.
We have a score to settle there.

It shall be done, my lord.

Your Lordship is most welcome
to stay in the guest room tonight.

But as for the lady...

The lady is not my travelling companion,
and I don't know her plans,

but I shall naturally expect her to be given
shelter here tonight, with outlaws abroad.

Certainly, Your Lordship.
You mustn't think that I supposed...

If you could sleep in one of the nuns' cells?

I should be very glad, Reverend Mother.

Thank you, Sister.
Will you eat now?

Oh, thank you, my lady Prioress.

The sister portress has a message for you.

Excuse me, milady.
Your Lordship.

Reverend Mother, there's a man at the door.
He won't leave.

I shall speak to him.

Who are you?
Please go away.

Reverend Mother, this is a matter
of the gravest importance.

The archbishop's life is in danger.
You must let me in, please.

Are you mad? This is a priory.

I'll admit no-one here at night.
Particularly a man, and one I don't know.

Wait. Listen.

I'm Robin Hood, the outlaw.

You must listen to me.
I mean you no harm.

But the archbishop's life is in danger
from the Earl of Newark.

I've just prevented his being killed
in an ambush.

Do you expect me to believe a tale like that?
Do you take me for a fool?

But it's true.
It just happened!

I can well believe
that you tried to ambush him.

- No, no, I swear...
-He's quite safe here with me.

Please, go away.

It's a good room.
Many thanks, Reverend Mother.

I wish it was better furnished
for Your Lordship.

Archbishop or peasant,
a man needs a place to rest.

And a place to pray.

No, I'll not have it done like that.

What else can be done?
Your men failed in the ambush.

Silence!
I've had enough of your advice, Sheriff.

Walter was to be shot in the priory,
but you persuaded me to rely on the ambush.

You could not have used Robin Hood
to shoot him.

- But now you'd have him shot as before.
-Why not?

You were prepared to use an assassin.
You could as easily do the shooting yourself.

No, enough.

I'm tired of these hole-and-corner ambushes
and shootings of yours.

I'm a man of honour.
No more of it.

Arm yourselves.

We'll face this interfering archbishop
man to man in the priory.

No. Not I!

- This is sacrilege.
-Sacrilege? You hypocrite.

But think what's at stake.
We daren't risk killing him openly.

I'll listen no more.
I've done with you.

Cowards.

But what use is a kingdom to you...
if you kill your friends?

Don't ask for gratitude, Melton.

He was no coward.

Well, arm yourselves, I say.

The priory door will be bolted for the night.

The prioress is my cousin.
Come.

...the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.

Thou, O Lord,
will open my lips.

And my tongue shall announce thy praise.

Incline unto my aid, O Lord.

O Lord, make haste to help us.

Glory be to the Father and to the Son

- and to the Holy Ghost.
- As it was in the beginning, is now,

and ever shall be,
world without end. Amen.

Five glorious mysteries.

First, the resurrection.

Our Father who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come.

Thy will be done in earth,
as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive them
who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil. Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, mother of God,

pray for us sinners now
and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, mother of God,

pray for us sinners now
and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, mother of God,

pray for us sinners now
and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, mother of God,

pray for us sinners now
and at the hour of our death. Amen.

Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, mother of God...

Milord Archbishop.
Take your sword.

- Hubert Walter?
-Well?

Archbishop, you should have stayed
in Canterbury.

But you must meddle in affairs of state.

You would be chancellor as well.
Then come, Chancellor.

I'll meet you, traitor...

...as chancellor.

Edward.

Edward.

- Are you all right, milord?
-I thought a priory safe.

But I should prefer the forest tonight...
Robin Hood.

Well, many thanks to you,
Robin Hood.

This is the first time for ten years...

I've slept outside in the woods
like a soldier.

Or like an outlaw.
But in safety.

If these two men of yours could conduct me
nearly to the abbey at Southwell,

- I should be grateful.
-Certainly, Your Grace.

It would never do for outlaws
to be seen in your company.

Now, Marian, you've been very persistent,

and you shall have your way.

- Friar, have you that parchment ready?
- Oh, yes, my lord.

This confirms the free pardon
for Martin of Eastwood...

...and will secure his land for his family.

And there's my seal on it.

My lord?

I wanted to ask more than that.

I wanted to ask a free pardon for Robin Hood.

Well, that I shall have to take up
with King Richard

when he returns from fighting the French,

and that may take some time.

You see, madam,

you're now asking me to do something
for a live outlaw.

And Friar, if I know this young woman,
she's likely to stay in the forest.

In which case, it will be your duty
to marry these two.

And now, farewell.

Your Lordship!
Those new fasting laws, Your Lordship,

they're very strict!

Your Lordship! Your Lordship!

Poor Tuck! I think he wants to eat
the archbishop's horse.

Your Lordship. A chicken, Your Lordship,
and half a goose...

♪ Friar Tuck his blessing now will give ♪

♪ The outlaws spare the poor ♪

♪ And Robin Hood and Marian live ♪

♪ in Sherwood evermore ♪

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