All language subtitles for Robin Hood film

grinding more than corn for his living.
That's the poacher, Sir Miles.

Oh, not so new at the poaching game
either.

Do you know the punishment for poaching
the king's deer twice?

I think you put my eyes out. Do
something.

Leave him.

Who do you think you are? This man is a
poacher. On my land.

I have no objection to this man hunting
on my land.

He's a useful member of our community.

Who exactly are you?

I'm Sir Miles Faulkner, and I'm the
guest of the Baron d 'Aguerre to whom

land belongs, and certainly not to some
scruffy Saxon.

You and your people may have stolen
every decent acre of my country and

your mighty castles on them, but I am
still Sir Robert Hode. I am still the

of Huntingdon, and this land you are on
still belongs to me.

Only as a vessel to your feudal
overlord, and my host.

The Baron Daguerre.

But you're Sir Robert Howard, of course.

I hear you're Baron Daguerre's friend.

What was the phrase, sir? His little
pet.

I order you to leave this man be.

And to get off my land.

Well, well.

Leave him be.

Yes, of course, we could do as you
suggest.

But the poacher would still have his
eyes to help him poach again, would he

And you, kind lady?

Is it your pleasure that the miller
should lose his eyes?

My pleasures are my secret, Sir Robert.

I do not reveal them to just any knight
who crosses my path.

Enough. There's a law.

My turn.

Let him go.

Why don't you and your men hunt down
some little children that have been

sniffing the king's flowers?

You can pluck their noses off one by
one.

And you, you can watch.

Much?

Walk away.

Very well.

I shall let him go.

Thank you, Sir Robert, for your lesson
in Saxon justice.

On Monday morning at seven.

You will stand before Baron Daguerre and
I'll make sure you taste our Norman

justice.

You haven't sold to this guest.

He will not treat you lightly.

Maybe you shouldn't have said anything.

to go at Littlepen.

What's so funny?

I thought at all you cared about what's
the next wench and the next drink.

And you defied Miles for a half -bad sex
and poacher.

I'd love to have seen his face.

I think I spoiled his fun.

He was lusting to put the poor man's
eyes out personally on the spot.

Norman Justice, he called it.

I have to warn you to be flogged.

can't do that.

I am an Earl.

Climb down from your high horse, Robert.

I'll try to avoid it.

Try?

Faulconer wants his entertainment.

You made him look a fool.

You will never have me flogged. Need I
remind you that while your grandfather's

father was no more than a pirate, my
great -grandfather was chancellor to our

king. Did I tell you that?

But that was in confidence, Robert.

You will never say that in public.

Never.

You'll throw.

I, too, have my pride.

Hello, Marianne.

Who's winning, Uncle?

Robert, of course.

Have you met?

I believe Sir Robert never loses.

So he tells me.

Uncle, she's my brother's daughter.

He died in Cyprus.

I've become her guardian.

Will she be living here?

She's here for a wedding.

Whose wedding?

Hers.

And Miles's.

Forkney.

She's heir to a great fortune, Robert.

It becomes a dowry. If she marries
Miles, he's offered to show his

Money, money, money.

Who are they practicing to kill, Rob?

Who do they see when they trust the
lance, eh?

Me and you, Rob.

That's who.

You and me.

Well, on this occasion, it's more me
than you.

Next time you feel righteous
indignation, you do the heroic bit, eh?

have no trouble up the gare, no trouble
at all.

Something interesting outside?

Go on, take a proper look.

But don't let him see you looking.

Sir Robert Howe, Earl of Huntingdon.

The charges?

Insulting a knight of the realm and
obstructing the king's laws.

Ha!

Obstructing the king's laws.

Sir Robert, please.

Baron de Gaulle.

I ask the court's forgiveness for any
offence I have brought to the throne or

Sir Miles Faulkner.

And I apologize with all sincerity and
humility.

Very well.

The court is a witness to your humility
and accepts your apology, as I'm sure

Sir Miles will.

You may rise, Sir Robert.

A moment, please.

If I may remind the First Baron of the
Realm, Norman law calls for separate

justice for separate issues, Sir Roger.

There were two offenses.

As for Sir Robert's insulting me,
certainly I'm a forgiving man. I have

forgiven. But eager as I'm to be done
with this unfortunate incident, I'm

to point out the letter of the law which
states separate justice for separate

issues.

This man attempted to stop agents of the
king from carrying out their sworn

duty.

And what punishment does the law demand?

The punishment is a public beating.

To be flogged. I suggest at the castle
gate at noon.

My lord, I am not to be treated like a
common thief. You may be a Saxon Earl,

Hode, but the Saxons no longer rule
England.

I demand the right of trial by combat.

I challenge Sir Myles Faulkner.

I'll kill him. Sir Myles? Robert Holt
shall

be flogged.

But one lash only.

That's my judgment.

You treacherous.

Lying.

That's not nearly enough.

Five lashes and I shall have the honor.
What would you know about honor? Twenty

lashes. Why not fifty? No, twenty.

Much worse than that.

I'm a fool.

The glorious Normans. The noble baron of
the realm, whose great -grandfather was

no more than a pirate.

From cutthroat to judge in the blink of
an eye.

Once they raped and pillaged.

Now they collect taxes.

Norman taxes on Saxon land.

Norman taxes on Saxon grain.

Norman taxes on Saxon liberty.

Let us back...

To leech in the blink of a bloody Norman
eye!

Release him!

Robert Howe, 4th Earl of Huntington.

With the powers of the king which are
vested in me, it's decreed that you

forfeit to the throne your lands and
title and all things in your possession.

As of this day, you are cast outside
the...

beyond the reach of its protection, any
and all who would give you shelter or

comfort will be deemed treasonous.

Because you are of noble birth.

Tell him to move away.

Now, do as he says.

Move back.

Yes, the horses have gone home.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

I'm starved.

Me too.

It's raining.

It's raining.

If only I hadn't encouraged you to stand
up for the miller.

If only I hadn't have listened.

Bloody Normans.

How

are

you at walking backwards?

Well, I've never had to try yet.

Short out.

Short -arse, is it?

Careful, he doesn't like being called
names.

And what do you do?

Ferret -face.

I just follow him around and bury all
the people who've called him names.

Ferret -face seems to think you're a bit
of a hard man, short -arse.

Lying in the dark, the queen asked the
king, why, darling husband, do you

have such a tiny little...

What makes you two take to the byways?

You're not beggars.

Let's just say we disagreed with our
Norman masters.

Well, I hope you killed a few.

Yeah, we're outlawed.

On the run.

You hungry?

Cold, wet, nowhere to go?

The question is, are you trustworthy?

There are none more trustworthy in
England, John Little.

Yeah, well, you better be.

Anyway, I like you.

Even him.

Now, don't forget, you're friends of
mine from Pontefract.

And you're thieves.

Ross knows good.

Sam, Robin and Will.

Sam's a carpenter.

Might have tried to chisel him.

Tried to screw more taxes out of him. I
wouldn't pay up if we screwed my sewing

arm right out of its socket.

You're welcome, whoever you are. Thank
you. When it's ready, Will.

We're forced to live like bats in caves.

Munch!

New friends.

This is Robin Hood and Will Scarlett. If
you say so.

Hello, Robin.

You've got a twinkle in your eye.

Better than the sharp end of a dagger,
my friend.

You're most welcome, Robin.

And, uh, Will...

What was it?

Scarlet? Yes, Scarlet.

Jack and Charlie.

This man's Robin Hood, so it says.

Jack and Charlie, the Runnel boys.

Bad boys.

How did you come to be here, Charlie?

I fell in love with a Norman's daughter.

She with me and we ran away together.

He burned down my house while my mother
and my father and my two brothers slept

in it.

She was caught and tortured.

And I took to the forests of England.

Just wandering.

I've settled down now.

Here in Sherwood.

Breakfast? Such a bad spot after all,
eh?

Morning. Morning.

Look, you can stop drilling.

There's nothing for you.

Kitchen's closed.

One mil.

That's all you get here.

Rules is rules.

That's the truth.

You boys are moving out.

Unless you can do something we can't do.

What can you do?

Do?

I can shoot.

A bit.

Oh, it's fine, isn't it, Harry?

Charlie, we'll do a one.

Yeah!

Ready! You can shoot closer than Harry.

You can stay.

That little stick.

I can hardly see it.

Just aim for the nearest tree, Hanson.

He's right on it!

On your way, Hanson.

It's a miracle, Robin.

It's all in the middle finger.

In the middle finger, Harry.

So what's for breakfast?

A man's on his own here.

We share the caves, the water, and the
fire. And nothing else.

We don't share loot unless you go out
together.

Understand?

You two are such expert thieves, you can
go out on your own.

Unless you'd like to come with me.

Where are you going?

Great North Road. See what's moving.

Fine, we'll come along.

You're first -timers, so don't expect a
full share of the loot, Hansel.

I don't like that name.

Well, how about Sweetheart, then?

You don't like the name, I don't like
you. Shut your mouth, Harry. Hey!

You'll take me first. I want him!

You've offended my guest.

My honor, John.

Well, aren't I the popular one?

Right. Who's first?

Me. I am.

We'll have to toss a coin.

You got a coin, Will?

Certainly wrong.

Good.

Heads I win, tails John loses.

I'm watching you.

Seems like I win.

Any of you interested in more money than
you've ever seen?

Then we should forget the North Road and
try the Houghton Road.

Why the Houghton Road?

Because tomorrow is Sir Thomas
Mansfield's hunt.

And Miles Falconet will ride over there
this morning with a purse full of

silver.

And how does an honest thief come to
know such things?

Because like many other thieves, I was
invited.

Oh!

Oh! Sir Miles, what a... Lovely morning
for a canter in the woods.

I didn't expect to see you here.

No, I'm afraid you did not.

And the beauteous Marion.

I certainly am not regretting our happy
meeting.

But I'm afraid you soon will. Get him!
Move!

What a pity.

I was just beginning to enjoy the chase.
Is it over yet, Miles?

Throw down your sword.

This is one corner you cannot escape
from.

I think it would save unnecessary
bloodshed if you laid down your sword.

Do it. And get off your horses.

Shrunk to your true level, Hode.

Oh, indeed.

You're just another thieving saxon.

Tell me, Miles.

How is your wound?

It'll heal.

But some wounds never heal.

Tell that to Daguerre.

Tell my dear old friend.

Some wounds...

Let's go.

My future husband is sulking.

Oh, I don't know. He looks quite happy
to me.

Good morning, Marion.

Well, I'll be off. My bow needs...
Grommeting.

Grommeting, exactly.

How are the wedding plans?

In hand, thank you.

So, what are you going to do with me?
Tie me up?

Could be a lashing. How many strokes?

As many as are necessary.

And then it's finished?

That depends.

Have you ever been lashed before?

I've never had someone make me beg them
to stop.

Then you've never had a proper lashing.

You're free to go.

Or stay if you feel you have something
to offer.

What could I offer the man who has
everything?

Don't play with me.

You're so handsome when you're angry.

Go and stitch your hero's neck together.

Give me 50 of your men and I'll scour
the forest till it's clean of this

50 enough for one fox?

I nearly had him today.

All on my own. He would have been
begging for mercy, but the thugs were

around me.

Is that how it was?

I would have.

It was all I could do to... All you
could do to find your sword.

My dearest.

My hero.

I won't send 50 men into the forest to
be ambushed and killed.

But we will catch him.

It occurs to me that these outlaws are a
threat to the peace of Barnsdale, to

the forests of Dunkester, Blythe and
Sherwood.

We have to raise more taxes because of
him.

That will make him really popular.

I will post a reward for information, a
huge reward for his head on a plate.

They'll talk.

And if not, we'll hang a few.

Good.

Very good.

Nothing like an abbot on his arse to
make one's day.

That's my lunch!

I'd say you've eaten all his brothers
and sisters for breakfast. You need

another hen run for lunch.

How I earn a living. I eat chickens to
produce the bones. I make the bones into

holy relics. Look.

Sir Peter's pinky.

Only three marks.

Our lady's big toes. Head marks and it's
yours.

And with the money, I have to buy more
chickens to make more bones. I hate

chickens.

Relax, holy man.

Good for the digestion.

Put me on my feet and I'll beat you
fairly.

I'll not deny a man a fight.

Shall I bless you now?

Oh, when you're dead!

Nicely done. Thank you.

And now for your cash.

And make no bones about it. Cash?

I'm sorry to disappoint you.

Since when do you friars carry no money?

You bloodsuckers are never short.

Not me, friend.

Albert's thrown me out just for killing
his nephew.

That's why I'm out selling saints'
fingers.

Anyone care for some vitus ankle bone
the way he does?

you can swing a sword like that, you can
join with us.

I have a price on my head, too.

What's that?

There's a reward out for Mr. Hood. They
want your head in a noose. Mitre's

testing a rope right now on the charcoal
burner's children to make the parents

talk.

Robin Hood will receive a handsome
reward.

They may also see their children grow.

Something will crack soon.

He knows it.

Then we'll have to be foxier still.

Right? Right.

Then we'll ride into Nottingham at the
end of the month.

Nottingham!

Hear me.

I ride into Nottingham next Tuesday.

Now, who's with me?

Nottingham. You're mad!

Fine, Harry.

You're out.

Now, who's in?

I am!

That's the man we need.

Now, can you make boxes?

Can I make boxes?

Is Friar Tuck hungry?

Ouch! Not too tight. She's to be
married, not tortured.

What's the difference?

Ah!

The torturer himself.

All he's missing is a little black hood
with slits for eyes.

My dear, you look stunning.

Everything going to be ready for the
seventh?

Out of the question.

This hideous rag fits what it touches.
Doesn't suit me.

Color makes me look like a witch.

It scratches.

In short, uncle, it won't do.

I think you look magnificent in it. You
would?

That proves I'm right, Uncle. If Dancing
Bear thinks it's lovely, it must be

terrible. He has no taste.

But I think you would look magnificent
in anything.

There you are. No discrimination either.

Magnificent in anything.

Even better in nothing at all, I
suppose.

He's a lecher. A crude, tasteless
lecher.

Marianne, you can't go on with this.

Exactly.

You know what I mean.

Uncle, I will not wear this dress in
public.

We'll have to start all over again.

But we would have to postpone the
wedding.

How dreadful.

Peregrine, come again in the morning,
please.

Perhaps we could talk.

Say what you have to say. Alone.

Here and now.

I'm not used to begging.

I don't have the skills.

No, you're used to getting your own way.
But I am begging.

It would make me so happy.

Yes, your happiness comes first and
last.

And I would conquer the world to make
you happy.

Fight the Turk.

You battle with a thousand infidels.

To bring a smile to your eyes.

Conquer your own literary miles.

Fight. your own stupid greed and do
battle with anybody as far away as

I don't want you.

Leave me alone, uncle.

Here you come.

Come on, bring the box. It's not full
yet.

Right, who's next?

We've got the butcher, the diet.

Where me?

You've been burning sick for three
weeks. There are demons in his blood.

Let me guess. You can't pay your taxes.

Don't arrest us, Sheriff.

Take me.

Do what you will.

Use my body if you wish.

It's not again.

Again? Again?

Yes, again, please.

No, swan, swan's breath.

In Majeira.

Before dying and gone to heaven.

Speaking from experience, you wouldn't
get in.

So, this is what keeps Baron Daguerre so
kind and so cheerful.

I

don't like it,

Rob. It doesn't feel right.

Well, it isn't right.

This isn't just lutes. stolen from rich
men. This is taxes.

Poor man's taxes.

It's broken the backs of farmers, torn
the guts out of stonemasons, blinded

weavers.

It's their money.

I didn't think of it like that. Let's
keep it to ourselves for now.

You are an idiot.

You made him a rich man.

Who'd think they'd steal the king's
taxes?

No one would ever... Who'd think he'd
steal the king's taxes?

Who'd think?

He'd feel the king's wenches.

So

that's

his game.

This Robin Hood couldn't care less about
the money.

It's us he's after.

And thanks to you, Mitre, he's got it.

Who were these taxes raised for?

Prince John.

And even now he's making his royal
progress through the land, collecting

cash.

And when Prince John's men get here,
what have we got to give them?

Nothing.

And we can't raise another tax. They've
got nothing left. We've let them dry. So

where does the king's money come from?

For my harvests, my silver

goblets, the clothes on my back.

And who's laughing at us? Robin Hood,
outlaw.

What kind of fruit are you to be falling
from a tree?

You look familiar.

What's your name, young man?

Martin. Martin Pride.

Pride, eh?

I like it.

You from these parts, Martin?

Been in jail?

What do you want with a bunch of
outlaws, thieves, and murderers?

I can ride.

I can shoot.

What do you say? Shall we give them
breakfast?

To earn your breakfast, you've got to
split these.

Mount up.

Where are you going?

Never you mind.

Split logs.

You'll eat.

Amen. Amen.

Amen.

I apologize. If the steel is cold, it
couldn't be helped.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned a
whole lot, and I'm doing it again.

Today there will be a special collection
for St.

Robin. There's no such thing. Robin,
Father.

Tell them, as a symbol of his vow of
poverty, the church renounces all gold

silver, and that includes the...
emptying of pockets.

Announce it, unless you want to become
more nun than rabbit.

Today, today,

in holy observance of Saint Robin, we
remove all gold and silver from sight as

symbol of his vow of poverty, and we ask
for a generous offering.

You realize this is a mortal sin, my
child.

Ripon and York by nightfall. I have no
time to wait while you stutter out

excuses.

His Majesty, Prince John.

His Majesty.

There is little hope of Richard
returning.

Prince John will be crowned king one
day, soon.

His Majesty requires you to render his
tax, in total the sum of 50 ,000 marks,

to him in person on the 12th day of
December.

no more.

The people are penniless. They've come
to hate us for these burdens. Taxes are

there to be hated by some, spent by
others.

You have a great castle, a great
fortune, barns full of grain, cellars

wine, coffers full of silver.

It's your choice.

Lothwick, I want Robin Hood in this hall
in chains.

Miter!

Double the reward for information.

No, travel it! Make it irresistible!

Lothwick, I want all your men out.

Every day scour the North Road, the
Hucknoe Road. Take dogs,

mesters, bloodhounds, deerhounds.

Find their hideout, burn them in their
beds.

But bring this Robin Hood in front of my
fury.

As for Marianne, is she with him?

Surely not.

I cannot believe.

I'll kill him.

Give me 50 men, I beg you.

No!

Sometimes you are so wet, one could
shoot snipe off you.

Nicole.

My only comfort.

Nicole.

My inspiration.

Road is ours, you and I.

Going somewhere, Rob?

An assignation. You can't go alone. The
patrols are everywhere.

An assignation? It might be a trap.

When I was gladly right in.

Look, we'll come in with you. You can't
go alone.

Then I'll take Martin as my page.

Come on.

Jump up.

If we're not back by midnight, we'll be
in a Nottingham jail.

Who was Robin Hood?

Before he was Robin Hood.

Nobody, really.

Must have been someone.

Everybody's someone.

Where is this?

Who are you meeting?

Not so many questions.

Wait.

Why is it a secret designation?

Hmm? Is it a woman?

Your mistress?

Well, since you're so curious, I'll tell
you a story.

Once upon a time, there was a good -for
-nothing, drunken young ne 'er -do

-well, a bit like me.

This lad was befriended by a great lord
in a mighty castle.

And in that castle, he saw the most
beautiful woman in the whole of England.

Really?

In the whole of England?

Mm -hmm.

In France, in Spain, in the whole world.

And he fell in love with her.

She was not only beautiful, she was
proud and fiery, as prickly as a thorn,

yet soft as thistle down.

Am I boring you?

No. No, no.

Tell me more.

Well, the tragedy was she was promised
to another mighty lord, a cruel, brutal,

ignorant man who couldn't make her
happy.

Could he?

Never. Never ever.

So what happened?

Well, the young man, he was proud also.
He could not control his temper. He

cursed his friend, the mighty lord, and
he was outlawed and went off into the

greenwood. And the maiden did nothing, I
suppose.

She was doomed to marry the cruel Lord.

But one day, the young man received a
message from her.

Did he?

To ride out alone and meet her.

What are you saying?

So he did.

And here we are.

Robin!

Robin! No, no, no, it's a trap. Your
story is beautiful. You can't do

Marion!

And the river will have to swim for it.

Are you... What a time to ask for this
awful question.

Now go!

I want you to tell me exactly who you
are and why your hair is dyed black.

I'm just a lusty young youth with a
swagger and an eye for the girl.

Don't play with me. You're so handsome
when you're angry.

Do you like me like this?

Into the car.

Whoa!

Hey, you. Did you see two men cross this
road?

I got eyes, haven't I, soldier?

Don't give me that taffy. Did you see
anyone?

Taffy, is it?

Well, I did. Yes, I did see someone.

I saw the King of England riding by.

One more smart remark, and I'll... No
one crossed over, right?

Dead right, Captain.

Spot on.

Back into the woods.

Spread out. They can't be far away.

You can come out now.

Show yourselves.

Cozy in there, isn't it?

I'm Emlyn, homemaker extraordinary.

And I don't like folks who call me
Taffy.

Well, Emlyn, you've saved our lives.

This is Martin, my young squire.

And I'm... Don't tell me. Let me guess.

They're making songs about you and your
merry men and the tricks you get up to.

Keeps us all going, Mr. Hood.

It's an honour to have you on board my
humble cart.

The honor is ours.

What are these things we've been lying
on? Oh, these are the makings of a

hundred bows for Baron Daguerre to try
out.

Not ordinary bows, mind, but long bows,
see?

They are enormous.

They're six foot long, and it's a mark
of 200 foot.

And shoots round corners?

I've never met an Englishman who could
resist a bad joke. No, listen.

Pierce his armor at 50 paces.

Norman soldiers, no bother at all.

Wham! Like a pigeon on a spit.

I meant to skew you, Mr. Rudd.

How much is the girl paying you for
these?

Fifty marks, if I'm lucky.

Half the time these barons don't pay at
all.

I'll give you a hundred, and all the
food you can eat for as long as you

Back before nightfall?

Were you going to report me missing to
Baron de Guerre? Stop taking the stupid

risk, Rob. They want you.

Meet Emmeline. He has the most
extraordinary weapon. No, no. A bow, six

tall, can shoot through armour at fifty
paces. Can it shoot round corners?

No, but it fries eggs, sacks and wit.

Tomorrow I'll give you a go at this.

Martin, take Emmeline for something to
eat and water his voice.

Anything you say, Robin. Come on.

They've tripled the reward for you, Rob.
Let's talk of bounty hunters moving

into Nottingham.

Aye, 300 marks, Rob.

That's more than a poor man's wildest
dreams.

Some of them are desperate.

They're starving.

Who's to blame them for selling out a
bunch of cutthroats?

Indeed, it is one way, Rob, to win them
onto our side.

What have you decided?

And the price on Robin's head is 300
marks.

And us even, 100.

I'd sell you for 50. You'd sell your
mother for a cooked bat.

Some of us have come to a decision.

The taxes we took in Nottingham are
Saxon taxes.

And I say we should raise our own taxes.
A tax on every abbot, knight, rich

merchant, landowner and baron in
Barnsdale and Nottingham.

And give that to the poor people.

What do you say?

Give it away.

All of it.

You must be crazy.

No, he's not crazy, Harry.

The money belongs to them, not to us. If
we don't, we could lose everything.

Someone's bound to talk. Why not?

Now, don't get this wrong. We still keep
some of it.

A collector's fee, you could call it.
Let's say half.

Say it all, then.

Well, I say you're all crazy.

Why don't we give them the lot and the
food as well?

Anyone want to join Harry?

You can ride with him and keep every
penny.

Speak now.

Here's to it.

Good. Fill these purses. Will, you and
the Ronalds take Wenfridge and Snave.

Much, little, for South and Nottingham.

Marion?

You and I will go away.

A thousand miles for every village, and
make sure they know who it's from.

From Robin Hood, is it?

I don't know who you are, young lad.

And where you've been not to see who's
been at work here.

This is the hand of the Norman soldier
here, my lad.

What did he do wrong?

They said he knew this Robin Hood.

He didn't.

But if he did, he wouldn't have told
them anything.

So they killed him.

My husband.

And then they took every piece of food,
every animal, every valuable thing in

this house.

Even my granddaughter.

Twelve years old. What would you do to
men like that?

I'd kill them.

Because they occupy our land. Because
we're Saxons. I had no idea.

By the same logic, I should kill you.
Did you give them the money?

Yes. Too late.

I don't know what to say.

But I feel guilty.

What good will that do?

We shall be one, undivided, equal.

Charity Stakes.

Just to show you what fools you English
are.

Right through it, Emily.

Do you think I'm a foolish king or a
weakling?

Do you think I can allow one baron to
lose my tax while all the others pay, or

should they pay more to make up the
loss?

No, sire.

It is you who are foolish and weak.

It's no good pining for my brother
Richard.

He won't be back.

And it's no good trying to be nice to
your peasants.

They'll just rob you.

Yes, your majesty.

It was not the king who let outlaws rob
churches, cut throats, and steal purses

on the Great North Road.

It was not the king who allowed outlaws
to steal his taxes.

No, it is not.

Nor do I permit this Robin Hood to ride
free over my domains, turning into the

people's champion and threatening to
topple the whole feudal order without

England would revert to the anarchy of
former days.

The people are singing ballads.

I see a new Saxon leader emerging to
threaten my throne.

He merely wants Norman and Saxon to have
respect for each other and live in

peace. Mm -hmm.

So... You and he...

basically... agree?

He was your friend?

No, Your Majesty.

Where is your niece?

I wish I knew, Your Majesty.

They say... with him.

I don't know, Your Majesty.

We're going to help you, Baron Daguerre.

Forty of my finest soldiers will stay
with you. I shall put them under the

command of Sir Miles Falconer.

Your Majesty.

At last.

At last.

You may count on me.

You will turn over every blade of grass
in Barnsdale, Sherwood and Nottingham.

Until this man and his cutthroats are
brought to the gallows and disemboweled

while they still breathe.

I will not have my throne threatened.

I will not have Saxon mock Norman.

And I will have my money.

Don't worry.

Harry's up to no good.

Saddle up a dozen horses. Search the
woods.

You there.

Oh, no.

No peddlers today.

Off you go.

I'm no peddler.

Tell Sir Roger I've brought a wedding
present for Sir Miles.

Tell him.

I brought the bride.

Let him through.

You have changed.

Miss Marianne, are you all right?

I've never been better.

Look at you.

Look what she's done to herself.

Nothing to what I'm going to do to you.

The hair was not a great improvement.

Don't scrub out.

Clean her up.

You can scrub me. You can dip me in
perfume.

It's too late, Miles.

What you want has been given to another
man with the greatest pleasure.

Joe!

Sir, if I... If I've been of some
service, perhaps a small token, a

reward... You've found her where?

In Sherwood Forest, sir.

Well, I recognise her straight off.

So then you're not one of Hode's men?

Oh, no, sir, no, not me, sir, no. He's
not a man to be trusted, sir, from...

From what I hear, you are a liar.

Take him down.

Find out everything he knows.

The hideout, the weapons, number.

Make him shake any way you please. No,
no, no. Step on the earth. I'm only

getting number you want now. So tell me
everything about what you've done.

Everything you've done. Please.

Sure it was her.

Let me marry some more. That's the word.

I've got to get into the castle. It
can't be, Don. The royal guard are

everywhere.

They're dangerous men.

But forgive me. I must go back.

Thank you.

You're a good friend.

This wedding cannot take place.

There are ways into that castle. Emlyn
could drive his cart in.

Robin, you cannot put us all in danger
to stop a wedding.

It may be all fool's day tomorrow, but
there's no need for us to carry on as if

we're... You're a genius.

They expect us to wait here for them
like frightened rabbits.

Harry has probably told them exactly
what they need to know.

Let us not do what they expect. Let us
take the battle to them, right into

mighty fortress.

Good. But how?

As much says, tomorrow is all fool's day
when the fool's parade cannot be

refused admission even to the greatest
castle.

So we'll have a parade.

Friar Tuck will be the Lord of Miss
Rule.

Riding on Emlyn's cart, everybody will
join in.

Mummers, giants, jesters, a whole
profession of fools.

Sir Miles, my lady is not decent.

Your lady is not decent.

But I'll have her all the same. Does she
understand?

She will be wed tomorrow. She will stand
beside me, and when the question comes,

she will answer, I will. You are a
foolish, brutal man, Miles.

Your desire disgusts me.

I will not marry you, tomorrow or any
day.

I have willingly given myself to another
man.

And you will marry me tomorrow.

And your other man will surely die.

She's your charge.

Make sure she's there in the morning,
properly dressed and

willing.

Reaches of appetite.

What men don't seem to understand.

Does it offend you?

No.

But we must move.

The great wedding day.

I go to bed a richer man.

If... She'll be there.

My brother raised a proud girl.

No wonder Robert loves her.

I am the most pitiful bride England's
ever seen.

You rabble don't get in here today.

Off you go.

On our fool's day, neither rich man nor
poor on the geysers may close his door.

All laughter and joy will be his
nevermore.

So open up in the name of folly. Bring
us some wine and fill our belly.

We'll have some fun with jest and song.
We'll make you laugh.

And we're right or wrong.

Let them in.

We come here today in the sight of
Almighty God to join these two together

holy matrimony.

knight of Derby, as your lawful wedded
husband, to have and to hold, to cleave

two in the flesh, to love, honor, and
obey, for richer, for poorer, in

and in health.

You say I do.

Marry him?

I will not marry him.

Not before God or anyone else.

Whether she says yes or no, it doesn't
matter. In the sight of God, all things

are made plain, my son, and it seems
quite plain she doesn't want you.

Abbott, your opinion was not asked for,
nor for that matter was your version of

God's opinion.

Pronounce us man and wife now, or you'll
be consulting God direct.

in the world in spite of the English. A
nation of serfs led by thieves,

plunderers, and autocrats. Is that
really what you want?

My country too. Then drop your sword.

the Shire do here in your sight pay
homage to those whose claim to this land

older and more safer than mine.

To Sir Robert Hode and to all of you.

Stand up Roger.

We all live on this island.

We do.

And to point the way to the future.

Let us have a wedding between Saxon and
Norman, between Robert and Marianne.

Provided, of course, she agrees.

I will not marry to symbolize a peace or
to ratify a treaty.

But this man I will take because he
makes the May tree

blossom and the bees buzz in my breast.

I will take this man.

because he brings springtime to my
heart.

And jigging it up and down with your
hands.