All language subtitles for The Scarecrow of Romney Marsh [1963] (Chapter 1)

(ALL SCREAMING)

"The naval press-gang is on
its way, under orders from
the garrison at Dover,

"to take every man
they can lay hands upon.

"Hide,
if you love your
wives, your freedom."

CHORUS: ♪ The world
is a carousel of color

♪ Color

♪ Wonderful, wonderful color ♪

NARRATOR:
Walt Disney presents...

♪ A wonderful world of color ♪

NARRATOR:
From Walt Disney's
Wonderful World of Color,

we bring you the story of
The Scarecrow of Romney Marsh.

And now your host
Walt Disney.

Books of adventure,
suspense and mystery

always have a special appeal
for me when they're about
real people,

or based on the life
of a real person,

like these books by
the English author,
Russell Thorndike.

The hero of all
the Thorndike stories

is one of the strangest
characters who ever lived.

A real-life Dr. Jekyll
and Mr. Hyde.

He lived in England
nearly 200 years ago.

By day,
he was a respected
member of his community,

and by night, he was
the greatest smuggler
in the whole country.

But, like Robin Hood,

although he was a thorn
in the side of law and order,

he was a hero to
the ordinary folk
of his time.

Because, whatever
he made as a smuggler,

he gave away
to the poor
and the needy.

This is where he operated,
all along this coast here.

Better known to us today
as the White Cliffs of Dover.

He was smuggling in
cargoes from France,
Belgium and Holland.

And in this part of England,
even today,

they still talk about the
Scarecrow's smuggling gang.

Now, his nickname came
from the disguise he wore.

And only two of
all the men he led
knew who he really was.

They wore disguises, too.

Something like this.

This is
called Hellspite
and this one, Curlew.

Now, there have been verses
and songs written about
this Scarecrow leader,

like the one we
have for you now,

which sets the stage
for our first story.

CHORUS: ♪ Scarecrow!
Scarecrow!

♪ The soldiers of the King
feared his name

♪ Scarecrow

MAN: ♪ On the southern coast
of England

♪ There's a legend people tell
of days long ago

♪ When the great Scarecrow

♪ Would ride
from the jaws of hell

♪ And laugh

(SCARECROW CACKLING)

♪ With a fiendish yell

♪ With his clothes
all torn and tattered

♪ Through the black of night
he'd ride

♪ From the marsh to the coast
like a demon ghost

♪ He'd show his face then hide

♪ And he'd laugh

(SCARECROW CACKLING)

♪ Till he split his side

♪ Scarecrow! Scarecrow!

♪ Scarecrow! Scarecrow!

♪ The soldiers of the King
feared his name

♪ Scarecrow! Scarecrow!

♪ Scarecrow! Scarecrow!

♪ The country folk
all loved him just the same

♪ Scarecrow!

♪ He would always
help the farmer

♪ When there was
no gold to bring

♪ He'd find a way
for the poor to pay
the taxes of the King

♪ Scarecrow!
Every man would sing

♪ So the King
told all his soldiers

♪ Hang him high
or hang him low

♪ But never return
till the day I learn
he's gone in flames below

♪ Or you'll hang
with the great Scarecrow

♪ Scarecrow! Scarecrow!

♪ Scarecrow! Scarecrow!

♪ The soldiers of the King
feared his name

♪ Scarecrow! Scarecrow!

♪ Scarecrow! Scarecrow!

♪ The country folk
all loved him just the same

♪ Scarecrow! Scarecrow!
Scarecrow! ♪

(SCARECROW CACKLING)

Load up and away, lads.

We'll tweak
King George's nose.

Hurry, hurry, or
I'll lose the tide.

Come on.

He gives me
the shudders.

Do what he says.

Keep your eyes stretched,
or the revenue men will
stretch our necks.

Nothing from the castle,
Scarecrow. All clear.

That's the whole cargo,
Monsieur Scarecrow.

Your payment, Captain.

(HORSES APPROACHING)

Horsemen
on the sea road,
Scarecrow! Excise men!

Douse the lights and go.
You all know your orders.

Hellspite, Curlew, follow me.

(SCARECROW CACKLING)

It's him, the Scarecrow.

(SCARECROW CACKLING)

After him.

(GUN FIRING)

There's nobody
hiding in here,
sir.

We headed them this way.

They must be
around somewhere.

They've vanished.
What are they, ghosts?

Oh, no,
they were
real enough, sir.

But where the devil
are they?

Search the place again.

All right, men.
We'll give it up.

There's nobody here.

They're gone.

They're miles away
from where our lads
should be by now.

Light the lantern.

It's the reward
for your capture
they're after, sir.

Not the contraband we landed.

Mmm.

John, give us
five-minute start.

If you don't hear
any shooting, then you
too can go on your way.

When's our next run?
Thursday night.

The orders
will go out tonight.

How?
By my lord bishop's coach.

His poor lordship,
how he'd hate it
if only he knew.

Five minutes, John,
remember.

MIPPS:
Good night,
Master John.

Good night, sir.

My lord.

Hmm?

I can't understand
why you'd allow riffraff
like this in your coach.

Christian charity knows
no social barriers,
my dear general.

The man seemed ill and
tired, and asked my help.

General Pugh's right though,
my lord.

You take chances.

And the marsh abounds
with the gentlemen
at nights.

Gentlemen?

Well, that's what they call
the smugglers in these parts,
sir.

Pack of scoundrels.
I'd give them gentlemen.

I have my briefing here from
the war office and customs
and excise.

We have plans to smash
these gentlemen, my lord.

Well,
the whole countryside
protects them, General.

Their friends
are everywhere.

I don't envy you your task.

No, I relish it.

The law enforcement's
been too slack down here.

You'll see a change,
I promise you.

(TRUMPET BLOWING)

(TRUMPET BLOWING CONTINUES)

Douse the lanterns.

Take the cart out.
And hurry yourselves!

Rest of you, into the house.

Scarecrow's orders.

Thursday's our
next run, lads.

15 pack ponies

and 20 men.

No firearms to be carried.

Oh, I don't hold with that.

The excise
men will be armed.
Why shouldn't we be?

Because if they kill
one of us, that ain't
murder under the law.

But if you kill
one of them,
you hang.

Now,
Scarecrow's right.
Only he goes armed.

Except when there's
something special on.

Yeah,
well, he doesn't
trust us, that's all.

Who says?

Well, who's ever
even spoken to him?

If he trusted us,
he'd tell us who he is!

With that price on his head?

So you can whisper
his name in the inn,
and some other loudmouth

can spread the word and
put a rope around his neck?

Aye! He shares the booty
with us equal, don't he?
Bless him.

We were poor as
mice till he came.

You, too, Ben Davis.

Right!

The first time in your life
that your farm ain't behind
with the taxes.

And that's his doing!
All right, all right.

I'm his man, like you,
aren't I?

It's just that...

(GROANS)

(CHUCKLES)

Come along.
Good night, Mother Hathaway.

HATHAWAY: Good night!

Halt there in
the King's name!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What's this?
Why are we stopping?

We're looking for a...
Sir!

General, sir!

Well, what are you
looking for, Sergeant?

An escaped prisoner, sir!

Convicted for
preaching treason.

Was to be hanged at
Dover in the morning,
but he got away, sir.

Treason?

Yeah, an American
from the colonies,
my lord.

You, there!

There he is! After him!

(GRUNTS)

SERGEANT:
You three, over there.
Search these bushes.

SOLDIER: Go on, giddy up!

SOLDIER:
No sign of him, Corporal.

CORPORAL:
But he can't be far away!

Try over there!

SERGEANT: Two of you,
take the stream!

SOLDIER: Up, up, up! Come on!

(SOLDIER SHOUTING)

GENERAL PUGH:
Mr. Brackenbury!

No sign of him,
Mr. Brackenbury?
No, sir.

The impertinent rogue.

Sergeant,
continue the search.

SERGEANT: Sir. Forward!

(DOGS BARKING)

(PANTING)

Help me, I'm hurt.

Oh, help me.

Who's after you, lad?
The excise men?

No, soldiers.
Soldiers out there.

They're always
harrying decent people.

Lad, you're bleeding.

(DOG BARKING)

You must go to one
I think can help you.

The vicar of Dymchurch,
Dr. Syn.

Syn?

That's a strange name
for a vicar, Mother.

He has a heart of gold,
has Dr. Syn.

As mild and gentle as a dove,
lad.

He won't hand me
over to the law?

Not if you ask him
for sanctuary, he won't.

Not Dr. Syn.
Say I sent you.

I'll tell you the way
to go to avoid the road.

Here you are, Vicar.

68 kegs of brandy,

and 19 bales of silk.

Captain Delacroix.
On Thursday, it's the
Dutchman's turn to deliver.

Oh, we are doing well,
Sexton.

Why do
you go on taking
these chances, Vicar?

You're not
getting rich on it.

And since they don't know,
the parish don't thank you.

Well, they can live and
clothe themselves and
their children,

and pay the taxes
in a countryside

bled white by
the King's parliament,
which represents them,

and which buys and sells
votes as if they were
dealing in cattle.

Now, you can't change
the way of the world,
Vicar.

No?

Unjust laws
can be altered,
as well as made by men.

There's a new spirit
in the world, Mipps.

Taxed out of existence,
robbed of their independence

by the King's government,
the people must fight
back how they can.

Well, men can't
beat armies, sir.

Ideas can.
Faith can move mountains.

What we're doing
here is just a pinprick,

but 1,000 pinpricks
put together will...

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Who's that?

Who are you, stranger?
Gently, Mipps.

(MAN PANTING)

Dr. Syn?

Mother Hathaway sent me, sir.
There are troops out
searching for me.

Why?
What have you done?

You're American, are you not?
Yes, sir.

I've been branded a traitor
and sentenced to death for
preaching sedition.

You should know this
because I ask for
sanctuary.

Sedition?

That's what King George calls
our wish for freedom and
independence, yes.

I can't deny you sanctuary,
mister...

Bates. Simon Bates, sir.

Mr. Bates.

But it would not be safe for
either of us to hide you here.

You'll give me up?
No.

Mipps, take him to
Mrs. Waggett's inn.

My sexton will know
what to say to her.

She'll hide you till
the coast is clear.
You say nothing.

Then take this.
I stole it in my escape.

Stole it? Why?

I thought to get it
to someone hereabouts.

A man I heard
about in prison.

I think they call
him the Scarecrow.

It concerns him.

I was going to
trade it to him in the hope
that he'd help me in return.

For all I hear,
I don't think
you'll find him.

Many have tried and failed,
Mr. Bates.

Aye, he's like the
devil himself, they say.

Riding the marshes
like a ghost.

He comes
and goes, they say,
nobody knows where...

I'll deal with this
if I can.

But you must
go and quickly.

Thank you, sir.
And God bless you.
Quickly.

"General Pugh,

"dispatch of troops,
subjugate the whole
marsh area.

"Whatever means necessary."

Well, well, well.

I'm giving you fair warning,
Sir Thomas.

And if you're justice of
the peace in these parts,

you'll want to see
justice carried out,
mine or any other.

And it hasn't
been up till now,
has it, eh? Hmm?

Are you telling
me my duty, sir?

I'm a blunt man.
I say what's in me mind.

You're the law here, and
the law is being flouted,

revolutionaries
and smugglers
walking the roads.

Wasn't I robbed last night,
not 10 miles from here,
in your district?

In your parish, Parson?

Very well,
then, you wait
and see my justice.

I don't care for
your manner, sir.

There is
a definition of
a gentleman that says,

"He's one who never
wittingly gives offense."

(SCOFFING)
And what do you
think of that, sir?

And my definition of
a good soldier, sir,

not having had
my commission bought for
me by a gentlemanly father,

but having made me
own way in the Army,

is one who achieves
his aim and gets results.

And the end
justifies the means.

Father.
JOHN: General.

And what means do
you intend to use,
sir?

My son, John, General.

Know that everybody
has a price, young man.

And for the price
of freedom from the
harrying of my troops,

someone will come forward in
the end and inform against
this smuggling fellow,

this Scarecrow,
as he calls himself.

And I'll not only be
using troops, either.

What then, General?
I must warn you,
I'm afraid,

that the men of this parish
are sturdy, independent folk.

They do not
frighten easily.

And their women?
Women, sir?

Women?
You will frighten women?

I'll do
whatever I think fit to
achieve my purpose here.

I think the women will talk
when they start to lose
their menfolk.

The Navy needs sailors.

And I've asked
for the press-gangs,
whose job it is to get them,

to come
and help themselves
here in the King's name,

and none too gently.

General Pugh!
Father, no!

Now, keep out of this,
Kate.

Press-gangs?

Don't dare mention
those blaggards
in this house.

In fact, sir,
I've had all your
talk I can stomach.

Good day to you.

Sir Thomas!

Well,
what have I said wrong?

My brother
was press-ganged
into the Navy, sir.

Clubbed
insensible and dragged away
to sea on his 18th birthday.

Four years ago.

And no word
from him, since.

Now,
can you understand
my father's feelings?

I can, Miss Banks,
believe me.

The Navy needs men,
and must get them how
it can, Mr. Brackenbury.

Do you deny that?

No, sir.
Then hold your tongue.

Thank you for
your hospitality.

If I upset your father,
I'm sorry for it.

But I'm under orders,
and orders are
written to be obeyed.

Madam, Dr. Syn,
Master Banks, good day.

Your men
of the marshes have
asked for rough treatment,

and that's what
they're gonna get.

The naval press-gangs
are on their way.

(MARCHING DRUM BEATING)

Good farming country, eh?

And on a Wednesday,
not a man jack to
be seen at work.

Why not?

Come on, lads, step lively!
You're in the Royal Navy!
Wake up!

There's
Dymchurch spire
ahead. Quick march!

(CHOIR SINGING)

♪ The naval press-gang's

♪ On the road

♪ Amen ♪

The reason
for this special
midweek service is this.

Having talked with our
squire and landlord,
Sir Thomas,

a two-day
public holiday
has been declared

in honor of the birthday
of our beloved King George.

(ALL MUTTERING)

Furthermore...

(ALL SCREAMING)

He vanished like a ghost.

The Scarecrow.

"I order
every able-bodied man to
leave the town immediately

"and hide
himself in the marshes.

"The naval press-gang is on
its way under orders from
the garrison at Dover,

"to take every man
they can lay hands upon.

"Hide,
if you love your
wives, your freedom."

What authority has
this man among you
to give such orders?

SIR THOMAS:
Stop! Listen to me!

Vicar, stop them!

Let it be on
their conscience.
I command no man.

(DRUM BEATING)

(CHOIR SINGING)

(SINGING STOPS)

Church on a Wednesday?

Old men, women, brats?

Ain't there
a man here under 60?

There's some
trick going on.

Did they know we
was coming, Chief?

DR. SYN:
...blessing
of God Almighty,

the Father, the Son, the
Holy Ghost, to be with you
and remain with you always.

Amen.

ALL: Amen.

Comely lasses.

Children.

And no men!

Except those with
one foot in the grave.

You know who we are?

We're the press-men
for King George's Navy!

Just a minute, my pretty!
Where's your man?

And yours?
And yours?

Hiding behind your skirts?

Well,
they're going to come out
sometime, and when they do...

Leave these people in peace,
you loudmouth, with your
threats!

You go beyond the law!
Oh, no, I don't.

I got a free hand
here from the Navy
and General Pugh himself

to scrag every man
jack in this place,
unless...

That's enough, you hear!

Unless one of you,
any one of you that's
living on smugglers' gold,

comes forward
and tells us where
we can lay our hands

on the man you
call the Scarecrow.

This is my church,
Petty Officer Stubbard.

You know me, Reverend?

Oh, yes.
I've seen you at
the assize courts

when you've offered service
aboard ship instead of
prison to the guilty.

You'll find no one
for your purpose here.

You'd best be on your way.

Aye, aye, sir.

To the inn.

We're dropping
anchor here awhile.

£1,000 in gold, my pretties.

That's
the reward
for information.

It's yours
for the getting.

Or we'll take
your men our way.

And it won't be gentle.

That's our orders
and your choice!

You insolent dog!

Aye, aye, sir.

That's me.
Forward, men!

Come back here!
Let them go, Sir Thomas.

The parson.

Milk and water.
Half a man.

Turn the other cheek.
Boy!

Follow them.
Keep your eyes and ears
open to everything they do.

(MEN SINGING)

(MEN CLAMORING)

Stop all this noise,
you ruffians!

Stop all this noise!

And take your big
boots off my table!

Who'll pay the reckoning
for the damage you do?

The King, my beauty,
good King George!

So don't you worry.

Ha, ha, ha!

Come on,
what about
some more brandy?

(LAUGHING)

Get out of it!

How you can afford
to stock brandy like this,
missus, as if I didn't know.

What do you mean?

Friends with
the gentlemen, eh?

Maybe some of them
would like to go to sea.

Those that don't swing on
the end of General Pugh's
gallows, eh, lads?

(ALL LAUGHING)

You touch me, you oaf,

and next time,
I'll split your head.

(LAUGHING)

We should have you
in the Navy, missus!

All right, all right.

Let's take it
nice and easy,
eh, shipmates?

Or the lady's liable
to cleave our chops!

So, nice and easy, eh?

Good day to one and all.

Mrs. Waggett!

A mug of ale, missus?

You!

Where'll we find some
able-bodied men in
these parts?

Oh, there ain't none,
sailor.

Do you suppose
I'd be a widow for
two years if there was?

The folks is
either born old,
or die young here.

Unhealthy place, matey.

And it's going to get
unhealthier when I...

(DOOR OPENING)

Mrs. Waggett,
Mrs. Waggett,
come quick!

My wife's in labor now!
Hurry, please!

(LAUGHING)

Well, well.
A man at last!

Here's one likely lad
for the Navy.

Run for it, Joe!

(STUBBARD LAUGHING)

(JOE DROPS TO GROUND)

All right, shipmates,
tie him up and see what
we can coax out of him.

Go to his wife, missus.

(WHISPERS)
Leave this to me.

Don't argue.

Yes, go to his wife.

And tell her she'd
better talk to us
if he don't.

Or she won't
be seeing him for
a long, long time.

Murderers!

You hit him too hard, sailor!
You won't get no talking
out of him.

But I'll talk to you because
I knows what you want to know.

Talk, then.

Close the door, boy.
Let's keep it all
between friends, eh?

You want to know
about Scarecrow,
don't you?

You want
to get your hands
on him, don't you?

Well,
better you
than me, sailor.

Talk, talk, come on!

(STUTTERING) I
hope you catch him.
I hope you catch him.

I haven't always been bent
and stunted like this, matey.

He done that.
He just stared at me.

It was like I'd been
struck by lightning.

I've seen him
up on the marsh
on a big, gray horse.

When? Where on the marsh?

Where he meets his men,
on Thursday nights,

below Gibbet Corner,
by the gallows!

He's a fiend, sailor.
He's a devil.

Gibbet Corner, you say?

Thursdays, you say?

Hear that, lads?

You won't tell no one
I told you, sailor,

or my life won't be
worth a tinker's curse.

But you'll
split a golden pound
if you take him, eh?

If? There's no
"if" about it, matey.

Ah.

You keep
your mouth shut!

Aye, aye.
Aye, aye, shipmate!

I told you
to keep your eyes
and your ears open.

You appear
to have opened
your mouth as well.

The orders have
already gone out

for the rendezvous
at Gibbet Corner,
tomorrow.

They can hardly be changed.

I was confused, sir.

Stubbard had already
threatened the lad's wife,

that unless he talked...
Yes, yes, his wife.

That's an added danger.

With a newborn baby
and her husband
already taken,

she might well talk.
Who can blame her?

What are you
going to do, sir?

I don't know yet.
First things first.

There's
a smuggling run
tomorrow and then...

You've set me
a fine problem,
haven't you?

Aye, I'm sorry, sir.

But isn't Mrs. Hadley's
problem more important?
She's lost a husband.

You'd only
lose a shipment.
Don't you care about her?

I don't lose my head.

I keep it on my shoulders
and I suggest that you do
the same.

I would start using
mine now, you informer.

Well, we'll
all meet tomorrow night
as arranged at Gibbet Corner.

But listen carefully.

(SCREAMING)

(SCARECROW CACKLING)

The cripple was right,
he is a ghost.

It's flesh and blood,
and it can bleed.

(STUBBARD GROANS)

After them!

Blindfold them!

You'll hang for this,
you dog!

We're the King's men!

The King's vultures, sailor.

Bring the powder monkey
forward.

You, my brave lad,
are to be released and
led blindfold from here,

to take this letter to
General Pugh at Dover.

The other bullies are
to remain prisoners here.

(GRUNTING)

Off you go with him.

We'll go, too.

Ungag the prisoners.

You have bread and water.

Bread without the weevil
bug, water that is pure.

Better than you
give the prisoners you drag
aboard ship to serve the King.

You dog!

If I had you and your gang
aboard ship, I'd have you
beaten till you died!

(SCARECROW CACKLING)

I've seen that, too!

(PRESS-MEN SHOUTING)

Shout as much as you like!

You're miles from
anyone to hear you!

(PRESS-MEN SHOUTING)

"Deliver the man, Hadley,
the press-gang took,

"to the beach at
Smuggler's Cove,
tonight at 8:00,

"and I will exchange
my prisoners for him.

"Refuse me,
and the King's service
will be short of six dogs."

Does this madman think he can
blackmail the crown, the law,
me?

You seen him?

Yes, sir.
He's a devil, sir.

He'll kill Petty Officer
Stubbard for sure.
And all of them.

Hold your tongue.
Take him away.

I'll hang three men
of Dymchurch for every
life this madman takes.

That won't bring
the press-gang
back to life, sir.

No.

And I'm answerable
to the admiralty for
the bungling fools.

Blackmail and ransom,
is it?

The King exchanging
prisoners with a rogue.

Very well, I'll agree.

You'll agree, sir?

Oh, yes.

I'll agree. Why not?

(CHUCKLING)

Sir, do you really think
the General will take
Joe Hadley there tonight?

We'll see.
If my signal comes,

you take your
orders from Mipps
and do your part.

Please, take care, tonight,
sir.

General Pugh's no fool.

Oh, don't worry.
You go with Mipps and
join Sam and the others.

(WHISTLING)

CURLEW: There's Mipps, now.

CURLEW: Scarecrow!

What are you doing here?

Who are you?

A volunteer, Scarecrow.
I brought him.

Why?

To help you
with your plan.

What do you
know of my plan?

Only what
I heard Mr. Mipps
here tell a man at the inn.

Loudmouth!

There was only Sam and me,
Scarecrow,

and it's just as well
he did overhear us.

We need someone to
man that boat we've got.

There's a revenue cutter
lying just off the shore.

So, I volunteered.
But you're not one of my men.

No, but I've been cooped up,
hidden at that inn for
so long,

I'm half off my
head with boredom.

Whoever sails that boat
past the cutter to the beach

risks a hanging
if he's taken.

Well,
I'm condemned to hang
already, so why not me?

Sounds fair.

Very well,
come with me.

Sexton,
go about your business.

You stubborn fool,
you'll soon see you might
just as well have talked

and saved yourself
a beating!

Are the other men posted
on all the escape routes?

Yes, sir.

There must be no
mistakes tonight,
Mr. Brackenbury.

And I want this man,
this Scarecrow,
taken alive!

Yes, sir.

Untie him.
He doesn't need
to be bound like that.

But, sir,
the General...

Untie him!
Sir!

The revenue cutter's
covering the sea escape.

Now, bring her to the wind!

Sail full inside!
Aye, aye, sir!

When the Scarecrow delivers
the six naval hostages in
exchange for the man Hadley,

he'll bring an escort
at least as strong.

Then we'll take the lot.

What if the Scarecrow
himself doesn't come,
sir?

We'll hang the men
we take, publicly, tomorrow,
unless he surrenders himself.

Two can play at
the blackmail game.

(SCARECROW CACKLES)
Tricks is it, General?

Let Hadley go free,
or I'll blow your
Sergeant's brains out!

You're free to go, Hadley.

Run, man.
Hide in the marshes.

But, sir?
I know what I'm doing.

We have him now.

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

Surrender in the King's name!

We have you surrounded!

Give yourself up!

(FIRES GUN)

General!
Well, shoot him, you fool!

Front rank!

BRACKENBURY: Ready!

Aim!

Fire!

(GUNS FIRING)

Fire a shot
across her bow!

Aim! Fire!

Cease firing!
Get after him, you fool!

Troops, forward!

Forward! Follow me!

I'll get Bates!
Off with you two, quick!

Haul away there!

SOLDIERS: Heave!

Go on, pull harder!

SOLDIERS: Heave!

Put your backs into it!

SOLDIERS: Heave!

Halt!
Now, heave those
barrels over the side

and roll them
up on the beach
where it's high and dry.

Hold! Hold down. Halt!

We have the contraband,
anyway, sir.

Blast the contraband!
The scoundrel's clear!

He tricked us! Lied to me!
We haven't even got his
hostages!

Well, you tricked him, sir.

Tricked him? I'm the law!

(MAN GRUNTING)

General Pugh!

(GRUNTING CONTINUES)

(SOLDIERS LAUGHING)

Silence!

(SCARECROW CACKLING)

♪ Scarecrow! Scarecrow!

♪ Scarecrow! Scarecrow!

♪ The soldiers of the King
feared his name

♪ Scarecrow! Scarecrow!

♪ Scarecrow! Scarecrow!

♪ The country folk
all loved him just the same

♪ Scarecrow! Scarecrow!
Scarecrow! ♪

(SCARECROW CACKLING)

On our next program,

you'll see
another round in
the battle of wits

between the Scarecrow
and the King's General Pugh.

And in this round,
the Scarecrow takes on

the crown prosecutor
as well.

In just a minute,
we'll be back to show you
some scenes from this story.

Save some
space in your graveyard,
Parson, for the Scarecrow.

Because I swear to you,
he'll be there.

(PANTS)

And soon!

♪ Scarecrow! Scarecrow!

♪ Scarecrow! Scarecrow!

♪ The soldiers of the King
feared his name ♪

NARRATOR: Next week,
the Scarecrow of Romney Marsh

continues his
campaign against tyranny
and the King's General,

(SCARECROW CACKLING)

only to find one of his
own men turning traitor.

Tell me all you know about
the Scarecrow's smuggling
gang.

Nobody will you know
you talked, Ransley,
but it's you or them.

So, what are you
going to do now,
sir?

We'll make an example
of Ransley

that will teach
the others a lesson
they won't forget in a hurry.

That's where you come in,
John.

I was
down at the harbor
working on my boat,

and I heard
some men talking about
a smuggling run this week.

(WHISPERS) Why,
there's enough cover there
for you to hide your soldiers

and catch the Scarecrow's men
red-handed.

The Scarecrow?

Hold your fire!

NARRATOR:
The King's prosecutor
was a determined man.

Give me the names of
the rest of your gang,

so that I can
bring them to trial.

I don't know who
the Scarecrow is!

He'll come
forward when we have
hanged a few of his men.

I have a better plan.

One that
will teach a lesson
to all would-be traitors,

and to King
George's revenue men,
who offer blood money.

Thief, liar, traitor.
Convicted by your own words.

And this court sentences
you to die accordingly.

What are you going to do?

Oh, no!

(SCREAMS)

(SCARECROW CACKLES)

NARRATOR: Be with us next week
for a surprising lesson in
justice

in part two of
The Scarecrow
of Romney Marsh

on Walt Disney's
Wonderful World of Color.