All language subtitles for Long Live Robin Hood 1971

May God grant you success in your mission.

This is the first time I'ver ever see you smiling.

It's the first time you've seen me in my own country

Look up there

Nottingham castle

The last time I saw it I was only a 15 year old boy...

leaving for the crusades.

Around that bend is my old nurse's farm.

Wait until you taste the food!

- Good morning.

Come on out of there.

Nobody's going to hurt you.

- Please do not take the goat,
for he is all I have left now

my lord.

- Don't worry my good man.

We wouldn't know
what to do with her.

What caused this?

Who destroyed everything?

- The same man who has
taken over everything

since the Count of
Nottingham's death,

that cursed Norman, Sir
Robert, on John's orders.

- John without land?

- Yes, the king's
brother, John Lackland.

He had himself elected
regent after he killed off

the Saxons faithful to Richard.

- And the people who
used to live here?

- They've all been killed.

- My friend, I'm afraid
your title as e-qui-lay

for King Richard is
no longer a guarantee

to the success of our mission.

- 'Tis Sir Robert's soldiers.

You had better run.

Hurry my lords.

- Who are you?

- Ambassadors from
Henry The Sixth.

The Emperor of Germany,
he has sent us to confer

with your Regent.

- If what you say is
true you are fortunate.

His highness John is
here now as a guest

at Nottingham Castle.

Follow me.

- Keep silent, you'll be
able to pass as my aide.

Nobody will recognize
you after so many years.

Give me the seal.

One more stitch and it is finished.

There...

It's quite extraordinary isn't it. I'm even better than a woman at this.

Yes, extraordinary, Prince John.

But when did you to do it?

As a child..

I'm afraid as children dear Richard always managed to beat me at sword play...

...and so with the advice and helping hand of my mother I became good at sewing...

and needlework.

A mother is a most superior teacher for her son, dear sir Robert.

I quite agree your highness.

It is always a surprise to me to find out how clever women are.

And of course Matilda was first hand experience, clever enough that you almost let her marry you.

I hope you've learned now, Sir Robert...

never fall in love with a woman.

Prince John, I didn't expect that from you. What a typically masculine concept.

It is not at all. 'tis one of the things mother taught me, Matilda.

Your Highness.

An Imperial Ambassador asks to confer with you.

Ambassadors... heh heh. Frustrated governors.

The most noble collection of pimps in the whole world. Come along Sir Robert.

- Baron Rudolph
Von Battenberg,

Ambassador to his imperial
highness, Henry the Sixth.

- An ambassador
from the the Emperor

is always welcome
on English soil.

- My credentials.

- Such things
bore me, Sir Robert.

Your mission, my lord.

- I have been bidden to
tell you this happy news.

Your brother, King
Richard, is alive, sir,

and in perfect health.

Here is his seal.

- Thank God he's safe and well.

It was rumored here that
my brother had been drowned

at sea returning to England.

Where is Richard?

- He is a guest at the
the Emperor's court

where he's being given
extra special treatment.

- So he's a prisoner, then?

- The Emperor has
suffered certain damage

at the hands of King
Richard's soldiers.

A small purse's
compensation would enable

the king to return.

- What sum?

- A million pieces of gold.

- Out of the
question, my dear sir.

I could not raise that
amount of money, my lord,

in a hundred years.

- Do not forget that
we are speaking of

Richard the Lion
Heart, King of England.

- Otherwise?

- After the summer solstice
the Emperor will no longer

answer for his fate.

- Tell the Emperor
that we'll do our best

to find the money.

And tell the king that
we'll be diverting

all of our brotherly love
to resolving this matter.

- Your highness.

- What, Sir Robert,
are you thinking about?

Would it be you feel if they
do not return to Germany

our problems might
thus be solved, yes?

But naturally a man like
you never has any trouble

in being practical, Sir Robert.

I trust your initiative
in these things

and I am sure you will
think of an answer.

-Sir Guy.

- Yes, my lord.

- John has no intention
of paying that ransom.

With King Richard dead
and out of the way

the kingdom is his.

- No crown attained in
such a villainous way

will survive very long.

The people love Richard.

- Yes, but the people
think he is already dead.

So the decision's been made.

It looks like
we're to be killed.

Come friend, follow
me, we must away.

What they couldn't possibly
know is my knowledge

of this country.

As you see, I was hardly
deceived by Prince John.

- This lessens the possibility
of saving King Richard.

- Not if the people
learn he's alive.

Must I still consider
myself your prisoner?

- I think the Emperor
would show preference

to a million pieces of
gold over your company.

- Thank you my friend.

This cave has two exits.

Follow that branch over there
and you'll come to the river

where you can catch a boat.

And tell the Emperor that
within the established time

he'll receive the
ransom in full.

- I trust you, my friend.

Good luck.

- Good luck to you.

-Give him a double ration of oats and a good rub down.
-Yes m'Lord.

Hey innkeeper.

At your service, sir.

- I want a room, without
bed bugs if possible.

And a good hot bath.

- Yes, right away sir.

Joan, show this
gentleman our best room.

- Just follow me.

- Harder, don't be afraid.

Ah, there, that's better.

Hey, now you're exaggerating.

You don't want to take the
skin off my back, do you?

- Long live King Richard!

- Ha!

- Henry of Nottingham.

- Allen Adale.

How long it's been my friend.

- Yes, but not quite
long enough to keep us

from recognizing each other.

- You don't easily forget the companions

of your early youth.

- But sirs, sirs, for
your sake and mine,

I beg you to flee at once while
there's still enough time.

The whole countryside is filled with Sir Robert's men.

- Well there are at least a few less now.

- He's right, we'd best disappear.

My father was killed by Sir Robert's men.

There's no escape for Saxon noblemen.

- Just give me time
enough to get dressed.

Wait here for me.

- Take advice, sir, and go.

Joan!

Joan. Give me a hand here.

- For your trouble.

- Thank you sir, thank you.

If we could have a fight
like that every day

we'd soon be rich.

- Allen.

Allen.

- Your friend has already left, sir.

- Where did he go?

- I don't know, sir.

- I'll give you five gold sovereigns if you tell me.

I must find him.

- I swear it, sir, I don't know where he went.

- 10.

- Well...

- Tell me first.

- All I know is he went towards the forest, sir.

- Here.

- Well done.

Yes, at least four.

A nice bunch of
foxes to hunt down.

- Sorry little
friend, but I got you.

- And I got you.

- Long
live King Richard.

- Jesus Christ.

- Just trying to
be helpful, father.

Your work is done, father.

- Not quite, my son.

- Now it is.

- Hold it.

Put your sword down.

That's it.

What a nice jacket.

I think it might fit me.

- Well, take it.

Go on now, toss the knife.

Don't be afraid.

A good hunter never
hurts puppies.

Mm, not bad.

Oh, please, do be seated.

Ah, I see that one
of you is missing.

Judging by his place
he must be your leader.

It would be bad manners
to start without him.

That being the case,
we'll wait for him

and all eat together.

- I have an hunch this meal
will give you indigestion,

my son, before you have it.

- What's going on?

- I've been waiting for you.

- Oh, I see.

Behind the door.

You're obviously a foreigner.

If you were English you would
have met me face to face.

- That's how we are now.

- But you have
a sword in your hand.

- Get yourself one.

- Oh no, I prefer
a quarterstaff.

- As you like. Suit yourself.

- Shall we go?

- After you.

Well boys, you don't want
to miss the show, do you?

- Certainly not.

- Well, woodcutter?

- I'm ready
my fine young bucko.

-Show him your
best moves, Little John!

- That's it, boy.

- What kind of wood is that?

- Hardwood, my young bucko.

And you're gonna
feel how hard...

- John, kill him!
- No!

- Don't hurt him!

Go on, now get him!

- A good fight.

- Yeah, there's nothing
like the exercise of battle

to build up my appetite.

- And I thought
it was my cooking

that tickled your appetite.

- Hey bucko, aren't you hungry?

- The gospel says, as ye
sow, so shall you reap.

- Hey you rascally scoundrels.

- Hello Allen.

- I'll wager you've
left nothing for me.

- Well good God Allen,
we weren't expecting you

until tomorrow.

Don't tell me you've
already done everything.

- I was lucky.

I made contact with three
other groups in the forest,

and Saxons like us.

They're in the same boat as
us, surviving as best they ca-

- Oh, a stranger,
trying to play smart.

We gave him his due.

- You bumpkins.

This time you've
really blundered.

- Why?

- This man is a friend.

I owe him my life.

- Yet that didn't stop
you from deserting me

the first chance you got.

- I know, I guess I didn't
want you to know where I live.

- Why not?

Are you ashamed
of being with us?

- Tuck, do you think I should
reveal our hiding place

to everybody?

- Ah.

- You see, if the soldiers
catch us, we're dead men.

But here in the forest
nobody can find us.

We're practically inaccessible.

- Listen, I am a Saxon too.

And I have something to
settle with Sir Robert

and his bunch.

I want to become one of you.

- I will personally
vouch for him.

- He's a swordsman
to reckon with.

A man of his caliber
could help us

breaking these Norman varlots.

Just one thing.

Do you hold any
grudge against me?

- No grudge.

- Then you're one of us.

You may call me Little John.

That one's Friar Tuck.

Then there's Will Scarlet
and Lightninghand.

It's a fine pair of gentleman.

- And I am Much.

You're gonna want some things.

You'll be seen
easily in the forest

wearing that chainmail.

They're my brother's clothes.

- He was killed by
the Sheriff's men.

- Hey, now that you're one of
us, what's your name, my son?

- This is not important.

What was your brother's name?

- Robin.

- Good. Then I shall be Robin.

Who I was doesn't count anymore.

From now on I will
be Robin Hood.

Repeat.

- nobody.

- Won't you ever learn Latin?

- But God understands
me even in English.

- No, no, He speaks Latin.

- Why don't you
leave the boy alone?

- Shut up you blasphemer.

This lad has to learn.

Now, what is this?

- A string of beans.

Forget it, forget it.

- Well, what is it?

- An our Father.

- Good.

Now say it again,
and then translate.

- in heaven and-

- No, in Latin, nincompoop!

We've got to gather together all these scattered Saxons.

-How many are there in the forest?
-I don't know. 200 maybe?

But they are just a bunch of homeless wretches. Your idea is sheer folly.

It's the only way.

We must incite the people to revolt, otherwise the Emperor will never receive the ransom.

And King Richard will die on foreign soil.

-But they don't know how to fight!
We'll teach them.

-They have no ideals!
-Because no one has given them any.

Even the outlaws of the forest can have ideals.

And we will make the core of the rebellion against the usurpers.

They'll never accept it. They only have one idea...

to fill their bellies, and their weapons... heh...

They only for poaching.

Keep still you damned rascal.

- Come on.

- The animals on the King's
land belong to the King.

The hangman will see to you.

- I was hungry.
- Only the King himself and his guests have the right

to hunt deer in the
forest of Nottingham.

Take the poacher away.

- Stop, let him go!

That deer was my shot.

- And with what right?

Are you of noble blood?

- Even if she is, I
doubt whether a woman

could use a bow so skillfully.

- As the nobility, my
ancestors were counts

when yours were still
raising sheep in Normandy.

I am Marian of Manson, the
oldest of the Saxon families.

- A great day this
has turned out to be.

Had I planned it out myself
it couldn't have been any better.

Such a noble prey
for our prince.

Bring her to the castle.

- That Saxon, she nearly
struck my brother.

I hope you see she
gets her desserts.

- What desserts, Matilda?

She just hurt your brother's
feelings, that's all.

And besides, I have a feeling
that our lovely prisoner

could turn out to be
an invaluable prize.

- Life is a valley of tears.

From dust thou camest to
dust thou shalt return.

But we care about our dust.

We can't risk it for a king, dead or prisoner.

- Don't you understand?

England's future, as well as
ours depends on his return.

- Friar Tuck's right,
we're too small to play

so big a game.

- What did I tell you?

- Hey, bad news.

- What's the matter?

- They got Much the miller's son.

- Who?

- The Sheriff and his damn men.

They got him for poaching,
you know what that means.

- Poaching.

The penalty is death.

I'm not hungry.

When will the execution take place?

Tuesday. They are always on Tuesday.

With other poor devils, bless the old Saxons.

Much's brother... he died the same way?

Yes.

-And you do nothing about it?
-We pray! What else can we do?

Of course...

I forgot...

From dust we came, to dust we shall return.

-And its best not to risk our dust, right?
-By all the saints!

It's not fear or cowardice! I would willingly give my dust, er, my hide for the boy.

Well then. Let's do it! What are we waiting for?

Praise be the name of Jesus.

Excuse me brothers,
here is a pious man

who needs your help.

- Aren't you capable of
taking his confession?

- He's dying.

A drop of your
holy oil will open

the doors of paradise for him.

- In the name of the
Sheriff of Nottingham.

The following citizens
have been tried, sentenced,

and condemned to hang
by the neck until dead.

John Sussex, for hiding
a sheep and two chickens

from requisition by the
Sheriff's tax collectors.

-Rolland Watson...
- Stand aside brethren.

- Saxon, for high treason.

Gary Watson, for obstructing the law in its due process...

by attempting to hid his father.

- Will Cunningham for selling adulterated wine

to the Sheriff's soldiers.

Much Scape, son of a miller,

for poaching on the
royal game reserve.

Let these be lessons to you all.

- Ours will soon
be the model county

with only the good remaining.

The blessing of the bodies.

- No!

I want to see.

- He's a plucky little lad.

- You shouldn't be
hanging a boy like that.

- What the
blazes happened?

- Under covers he's gone.

- That man is a servant of the usurper.

King Richard lives and
will return to hang him

and his friends from
this very gallows.

- Let's free the prisoners!

- Let the prisoners free!

- Sir Robert, you're
right, we must leave.

- Come on.

- To the palace!

Will.

Give me the bow.

- To our victory.

- Long live Robin Hood.

- Long live our leader!

- Long live King Richard.

All united against usurper.

- Long live the king!

- Friends of the
forest, as of this day

Sir Robert's men will
start attacking us.

We must be able to
protect ourselves

and attack them as well.

We are no longer bandits but
King Richard's secret warriors.

You Friar Tuck, will find followers among the people and the peasants...

Allan, you will organize the dispersed Saxons...

You, John, the people of the forest.

And together we'll teach them to fight.

We'll ransom our King

King Richard is living, so unite with the Men of the Forest against the usurper. Robin Hood.

Robin Hood...

It's Robin Hood and his men who are to blame, Matilda...

...they're spreading the word that Richard's alive and the people of Nottingham believe it...

-...the traitors.
-I don't see what this has to do with Marion remaining in the castle.

-She's a captive, that's why!
-A captive...

You treat her with great ceremony. With the height of gentlemanly courtesy...

...She even eats at our table.

Matilda, don't you realize what it would mean if a descendent from one of the oldest Saxon families...

...were to marry a Norman noble? It would end the country's discontent.

-It would be a triumph for politics.
I suppose you would be the Norman noble.

You have always been a woman of rare political ability.

What changed? Is it that you're jealous?

- Come in.

- Marian of Manson, more beautiful and charming than ever.

- You can stop flattering me if you insist on holding me prisoner.

- You're merely a guest, my dear.

Admittedly under special care, but once we're married...

- Ha, I'll never marry you.

I hate you, as a Norman and as a man.

- Hate resembles love much
more than indifference.

- I'll have you know then that I'm already promised.

I was nine years old when King Richard himself

engaged me to Sir Henry of Nottingham.

- Annulling that arrangement would be easy.

And if it is true you were promised to a Nottingham, so be it.

You are looking at the Sheriff of Nottingham.

- You are only a usurper of that name.

I agree, though I think you should remember

that the way they gain power is by their force and ability,

qualities that the real heirs don't seem to have too much of.

-Next
-Farmer.

Over there to Scarlet. Next.

-Woodcutter.
-Over there to Little John.

-Next.
-Uh, I served as an alter boy, Father.

Ahhh. Good my son. In that case to the kitchen.

And start peeling potatoes.

- Next.
- I worked in the kitchen and helped with the shopping.

- Oh, quick with your hands, eh?

To the vines with Much.

- To the vines?

- To the vines.

Next.

- Goat herd.

- Keep a good grip on the rope with both hands

well-spaced apart.

That gives you control and
stops you spinning round.

Then let go and swing like this!

- All right now boys,
let's see what you learned.

You, en garde.

Come on.

All right, now all
three of you together.

- Oh, this is hopeless.

You're an expert with the sword.

Give us our pitchforks
and we'll really show you

something worth seeing.

- Allen!

Wait just a moment.

Maybe he's right.

Here you are.

- All right swordsman!

- Ha!

Hm, well that's fine, excellent.

Well now, take your pitchforks

and go to Friar Tuck and show him what you can do with them.

-All right, come on.

All right then.

- Ha, I wouldn't like to be in his shoes.

- You better work faster than I pray, my children, or you'll be in trouble.

- You've still got a lot to learn.

A little training will do you good.

Come on you, watch.

- Take off, then.

I'll hold him. You try it now.

- Lord, well done, what a shot.

- Wonderful.

- That's enough!

All right, let's go and eat.

Training resumes afterwards..

- What's wrong, Robin?

- Now I see.

An iron heart,
and a bronze face.

- Well, you know...
- Don't apologize.

We'll make many more like this

and try them out on the Normans.

And every blow will bring a shower of money

for the king's ransom.

Hey! Guards!

Have you got anything to declare?

This!

Come on! Let's go! Hurry!

King Richard is alive and well.
Robin Hood.

This way good sirs. Our best rooms are always reserved for friends of the regent or m'Lord Sheriff.

Joan! Accompany of these tax collectors to the big room.

Will you come with me, gentlemen?

-And you. Have you taken care of the escort?
-Yes sir. They're in the stable

Good boy. Now go outside and guard the door.

Alright. Out ya' come.

Pssst. Tie me up.

Come on. Hurry up.

1000 pieces of gold. These tax collectors know their business.

So do we.

For the ransom of the King.
Robin Hood.

- Robberies, our men attacked, subversive propaganda.

It's an outrage, Sir Guy.

- With your permission, my lord,

Robin Hood's hours are numbered.

- How do you mean?
- You know very well we can't enter the forest in force...

The place inaccessible and ideal for ambushes.
- Well?

- So let me handle it.

I have prepared a trap in which our friend will be caught, up to his neck.

- Sir Guy.

That's the signal, must be them.

- Continue on as if you didn't know.

- Yes, my lord.

- Praise be our Lord Jesus.

- May He always be praised, my son.

What are you doing here alone in the forest?

- I'm an hermit, father.

I spend my life in prayer, nourishing myself

with what the good Lord provides.

-And you?
- I am the Abbot of Hent.

We are taking the harvest of our lands to the abbey.

But I fear that we have lost our way.

- Oh, I know this forest like the back of my hand.

I will guide you.

- May the good Lord bless you.

- Amen, this way.

- Normans?

- No, a convoy of monks.

- Eh, too bad.

I had hoped for good prey.

- But their wagon is filled with God's plenty.

- I'm surprised at you.

You would prey on Friar Tuck's colleagues?

- Father, why not recite a litany as we go along?

It makes the road seem shorter.

- Well, actually, I'm a bit short of breath.

We've been walking a long time, you know.

- Ah, but praying makes walking much easier.

But father, I said.

- I am listening, I am listening.

- Well, give me the proper response then.

- What?

- The response.

- Oh yes.

You see, I can't.

It makes me cough.

- What a shame.

- No, it's no use, it's my breath.

Don't you agree?

- Oh, exactly, my son, exactly.

- Well, if you don't mind,
I'll just go on praying alone.

- Very commendable, my son.

Go right ahead, go right ahead.

- Amen.

- Just a moment.

He's not praying.

- What's he saying?

Amen.

How did you like my prayer?

- Ooh, immensely.

- Fine.

Now listen to the congregation's response.

- We're under attack!

- Knock and it shall be opened to him.

- Hit him!

- It's more blessed to give than to receive.

- Please, Sir Guy, convey my
deepest thanks to Sir Robert.

And tell him that I'll repay all my debts

the day King Richard returns to the throne.

And now, if you please, go.

- Just a moment.

Turn around.

All right now, now go.

I can remove you from command as easily as I placed you there.

It is absolutely inadmissible that you are unable to catch...

that miserable outlaw and his five man band of beggars.

My Lord, it is not a question of a five man beg of beggars, as you put it...

In reality he has the entire population with him, helping him.

My brother is right...

We must beat Robin Hood at his own game.

He goes around the country side telling people Richard is alive...

So why not announce it officially?

I hardly think the Prince would agree to being so foolish.

He will if it is too his benefit.

What is Robin Hood's excuse to steal and loot?

To get the money for Richard's ransom.

You can use the same reason to crush the people under the weight of taxes.

They will pay...

But they will curse the name of Richard.

While his regent collects their money and goods.

As the Sheriff, Matilda, the people will also learn to hate me.

The people's sympathies turn like a weather vane...

Attract them to you. Amuse them.

Since the old Count died, there have been no public games for amusement.

The stick with the carrot. An old trick, but it always works.

I don't enter into discussions with Saxons.

Guy.

Where as I am not in the least bit against the Saxons...

And it would make me happy to restore the simple traditions...

-That were always a part of Nottingham.
-Very interesting...

Then why note begin with the oldest?

The longbow tournament.

It's more than just a contest of skill in our country...

-It's a national holiday.
-An excellent proposal.

And my dear, in homage to you...

I shall grant immunity to all Saxons participating in the tourny.

Does that please you?

I'm very grateful...

But remember, Saxons have always won it.

It has always been won by a Nottinghamer.

I don't want to be the first to break that tradition.

It may be a great tradition...

But it seems to me it is more important now to fight the Sheriff.

That's exactly why I want to go!

To make a fool of him before the people.

The humiliation of defeat wounds more deeply than an arrow.

Perhaps, but if they get their hands on you our cause is lost.

We'll have to go with you.

Then that's the end of my idea. The castle is full of soldiers...

Here, in the forest we have the advantage.

But in a pitched battle, in the open, exactly.

If only we could do something about those soldiers...

Hey Allen, that's not a bad idea.

In fact, its a wonderful idea!

- This time we've got him, Sir Robert.

- For your sake I hope so, but are you absolutely certain

of the information you got from the woodcutter?

- More than certain.

It cost me 50 gold pieces.

Robin and his men will take advantage of the tourney

and attack the Abbey of Hendon today.

- Right.

Get all the men available and hide them around the abbey.

Today could be a day that'll give me both a victorious win

at archery, and Robin Hood as a guest in one of my cells.

- You see? Amuse them and the people are yours.

- Is our guest not coming?

- Her maid informed me she was getting ready, sire.

- Give me two apples.

Nice.

That's yours, lad.

- What in the devil are they waiting for?

- I don't know.

- The people are waiting for your signal.

- They are, are they?

Well it's not gonna
hurt them to wait.

- Here she is, my lord.

- Welcome my dear.

But what in the devil is that you're wearing?

- No Saxon noble has ever failed to participate in this tourney.

And if you don't mind, I'll continue the tradition.

I'll take part in the next game.

- Beautiful girl, huh?

Who is she?

- That girl is of noble Saxon birth.

I don't understand what she's doing there among the Normans.

- A Saxon.

- Marian of Manson.

- Marian?

The last time I saw her she was nine years old.

Well, that's hardly a reason to become so disturbed.

Yes it is, Allen. She was promised to me by King Richard Himself.

- Hey Robin!

- Shh, be careful.

What's wrong?

- It's her, the lady who tried to save me,

the one the Sheriff took prisoner.

- Now I understand.

She's still a prisoner.

- One more reason for our presence here.

- Preliminary elimination contest.

Contestants numbers one to ten, prepare to shoot.

-Well, that's you my friend.

Good luck.

- No sign at all of that damn Robin Hood yet, sir.

- I know he'll get here sooner or later.

We'll wait.

Patience is the weapon of the strong.

- Targets in place at a distance of 160 feet.

Contests one, two, nine, 10, and 15

qualify for the next game.

- Contestants 10 and 15 qualify.

Replace the targets.

Distance, 190 feet.

- Milady, 'tis an honor to compete against you.

- The honor is all yours.

- That depends on one's point of view.

Defeating a woman is not, after all, so great an honor.

- Nor for a noble woman to beat a peasant.

- Replace targets.

220 feet.

- Such a distance is too great for a girl.

I don't think you'll make it.

- Save your breath or you'll be without any when you shoot.

Too far for both of us.

- As you can see, I haven't shot yet.

- Contestant number 15 is eliminated.

And now in accordance with tradition...

the winner must shoot once more.

So contestant number 10 will compete now...

in a final with Sir Robert, Lord Sheriff of Nottingham.

- That was bad luck, my dear, but I shall avenge you.

Don't worry.

- If that peasant could beat me he'll beat you as well.

- Four to one.

Four to one on number 10.

Who wants to bet?

I'm offering four to one.

What, no takers?

- I'll bet you it's six to one.

- Well, all right.

What about you, my lad?

Only for you, three to one.

- That's all right.

- Bless you, thank you.

Blessed be the simple, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Three to one.

Three to one on number 10.

- Are you a forester?

- Yes, more or less.

I do work among the trees.

- It's good work and it pays well.

- Yours seems to pay well too, my lord.

But perhaps it doesn't keep you in such good training.

- You shoot well-placed arrows with your tongue.

Very well-placed.

Let's hope you place as well with a bow.

Are you ready to shoot?

- Targets in play.

Distance, 320 feet.

- By all that stinks.

Nobody's ever lasted this long against me.

- I'll tell you what, my lord.

Let's not waste anymore time.

One more shot each at a special target.

- What?

- That one, the weathervane on the tower.

- It's impossible.

Nothing will shoot that distance.

- Not so, my lord.

The bow of Nottingham will.

- That bow can't be bent.

The wood is too hard.

- It is said that only a Nottingham knows how to bend it.

- Well if that is the case then.

Bring the bow here.

- There will be no winner in this tourney.

- At any rate it already has a loser.

- It's too old to be bent.

It would only break.

- With your permission, I have still to try my hand with it.

- Robin Hood.

- Yes, that is correct.

- Arrest this man immediately.

- You promised us immunity.

- Right on!

- People of Nottingham, this is the lying word...

of Sir Robert and John the Regent.

This is how they mean to pay King Richard's ransom.

- Take him, quickly.

To the castle, hurry.

- Go, quickly, to the horses.

Hurry, come with me, quick.

- We always robbed the Normans.

This we've earned honestly.

I almost feel the bite of guilt.

-Come on, up.

To the forest.

Robin Hood, a very pleasant lad.

Yes yes, I know him well.

He came by only yesterday and brought us a more than generous offering...

...for the plate here.

Uh, You might be able help me locate...

You see, he left a message for a certain Sir...

-Sir Guy.
Well, I'm Sir Guy.

Oh, what fortunate circumstances. Here we are.

With 1000 thanks, now you may return home...

and greet Sir Robert for me. Affectionately yours, Robin Hood.

Ah. what a sweet person he is...

I've always said so, Sir Guy.

Here you'll be safe.

Welcome, my lady, among
the brothers of the forest.

- Hey Robin, I see you took the beauty

while we got the booty.

Here, a hundred pieces of gold.

-Go on, put it with the rest.

- All right.

- And Tuck, food and wine for everybody.

We are going to celebrate.

- A day those Normans won't soon forget.

A Saxon game, a Saxon winner.

Well done, Robin.

- And we have a hundred more pieces of gold..

towards King Richard's release.

- Have you told her yet?

- No.

Not yet.

Sweet, beautiful Marian.

- You vile peasant.

Just because you freed me doesn't give you the right to.

You're nothing but an outlaw.

If my fiance were present he'd beat you.

- Excuse me, I didn't know you were already promised.

Who is the fortunate man?

- Sir Henry of Nottingham, equerry to King Richard.

- I understand, a nobleman.

- Well I see you've lost none of your impetuous temperament, Marian.

- Allen Adale, please protect me from this man.

- Do you think it's really necessary?

- Perhaps our guest would have preferred remaining at the castle.

- As a Saxon I'd rather be with you, but I will not permit...

you to take advantage of a situation like this.

- Did you see that temperament?

- I saw that whack she gave you.

- Oh.

- Why didn't you tell her who you are?

- I like her, she's marvelous.

- Well then?

- I want her to love me for myself,

not because we're officially engaged.

- Robin Hood against Sir Henry.

And it will be some fight.

- Made a fool of in front of everybody.

Robin Hood simply walks up and abducts Marian of Manson

from under my nose while all my soldiers are as a convent?

Has everyone gone mad in Nottingham?

- My lord, the regent has just arrived at the castle.

- Sir Guy, your head'll roll before mine does.

Don't expect any help.

-You Highness.
Please excuse my arriving so unexpectedly.

I just received news of what happened.

And I must say, he tricked you extremely cleverly.

I might add, dear Sir Robert...

I have decided to take advantage of your hospitality for a few days.

It is an honor, your Highness.

Doubly so, as the possibility of being no longer worthy of your trust was on my mind.

But what motive would have for for denying you it?

It is through your ability and yours alone that people...

have given so very generously toward Richard's ransom.

I felt it would be wise to come here and show the people a Royal appreciation.

And in the same instant, completely blacken their saintly image of Robin Hood.

I don't think you'll find it to be that easy.

And I beg to differ.

We're going to pay the ransom.

After all is said and done...

Richard is my brother, you know.

Still blood of my blood.

The money I have been collecting here, sire, is to go to the Emperor?

Yes. And everyone in the land is to know what we are doing.

I want you to organize a ceremony to publicize it.

All should be aware that the Prince is making great effort for Richard.

Very great efforts.

- A good thick slice of real country cheese

will take away your melancholy, my lady.

- No thank you.

- Usually that kind of look comes from an empty stomach.

Or is it a case
of love sickness?

- I don't understand how
a man like you can be so-

- So villainous?

- Worse, so vulgar.

- As you know, unfortunately, I'm not a nobleman.

- No, that's not it.

- Then perhaps it's because I beat you in the longbow tournament?

- I was beaten by Robin Hood, the champion of the whole

of Britain, and I imagine you think a lot of your title.

- No, I participated in the tourney

only because it was useful to my king.

- Do you see?

That shows the
soul of a nobleman.

- Well, maybe,
but only the soul.

To please you I'd need the
coat of arms that goes with it.

- You forget I'm
already promised.

- Hmm, yes, to the
famous Sir Henry.

What's he like?

- He is tall, handsome,
and courageous.

- Ah, he's like me, then.

- He is altogether different.

- How, in what?

- Robin, Robin.

- What is it, Allen?

- The regent's just declared he's going to pay King Richard's Ransom.

- When?

- It's to leave Nottingham tomorrow,

with a primate of England giving it his blessing in a special ceremony.

- Good, that means Richard will soon return.

- You don't really believe that.

- No, of course not.

That money will get no further than London unless we decide

to make sure that it reaches its destination.

Milady, the day of your fiance's return is very near.

- I'm happy to hear it.

Very happy.

- Are you sure?

- More than ever.

- Then know on that day one of us must die...

Sir Henry or Robin Hood.

- Amen.

- Face the seals.

- God grant that this hard-won ransom...

demanded by the Emperor Henry the Sixth,

amassed with the great generosity of the people of England...

will bring us the joy of a quick, safe return...

for our brother, the beloved Sovereign of England...

King Richard the Lionheart.

Load the coffer.

-How many are there?
About one hundred.

But we'll manage it somehow.

I'll give the signal when the cavalrymen have passed.

Just before the wagon goes by. To your places!

-You Will, come with me.
-Come on.

Come on, add more pitch

We need a nice fire. That's it.

- Woah!

- The wagon's being attacked!

- Get off that horse.

Now drop your sword.

My friend it is your fortune that I must always spare you.

I want you to tell everybody what the friends of the forest can do.

Now go on back to Sir Robert.

Move.

- They're fine, they're safe!

They're safe!

We got the gold!

Yes, we got the gold!

- Congratulations, Robin.

As usual, you are invincible.

- Naturally, my sweet and aristocratic Marian.

Why, are you displeased?

- On the contrary, thanks to you Sir Henry's return...

is very close now.

- And that makes you happy, I know.

- Maybe you know less than you think.

- Well now Robin, shall we feast our eyes...

upon this heaven-sent offering?

- Yes, let's, unload it, Tuck.

This is possibly the only chance we'll ever have of seeing so much gold.

- Right.

Heavy, isn't it?

- Well, let's open it.

Open it.

- They outfoxed us.

- Very clever, our able regent.

Everyone will now believe that Robin Hood has stolen gold.

And King Richard is doomed.

- We've got to get that money back.

We've got to.

- They must have substituted the coffer...

somewhere along the road between
Nottingham and the forest.

- There's only one place they could have taken it quickly and without anyone seeing them do it.

- Yes, the castle.

- Heh, the castle.

40 foot high walls, gates that are heavy and barred,

and more soldiers than a dog has fleas.

- Right, but don't forget, it's my home.

- The German Emperor will be insulted

when the money for Richard doesn't arrive.

Richard's fate is sealed,
and by the end of the summer,

our prince will sit on the English throne.

- And you, the second most important man in the kingdom.

Your projects and dreams are coming true.

But don't forget mine.

- Your dreams will be attended to.

But first I must capture Robin Hood, Matilda.

- And with him, Marian of Manson.

Be careful, Robert my dear.

That Saxon woman can only lead to trouble for you.

- The emperor will have the ransom before they're aware of the trick.

Quick, let's get it out of here.

Tuck, put that torch out.

- Blessed God, what a rosary.

I'm through telling off chick peas and beans.

What was that?

-Forgive me Robin, I-
-Quick, let's get out of here!

No. Just a moment.

The door.

If they should learn now what we have done, the game is up.

We'll never reach the forest, and Richard is as good as dead.

What will we do then?

I'll stay right here, and keep them from finding out.

Go quickly. Do as I say.

- Go!

Allen, start immediately for Germany.

You yourself can sign the gold to the emperor.

As of this moment the king's life is in your hands.

- It'll be done.

- Robin Hood.

- Too bad.

A moment later and I would
have made a fool of you again.

- I would say that you have
pushed your luck too far.

Yes, my friend, it's the end for you.

- In the name of our great and beloved earl,

the Lord Sheriff of Nottingham, it is announced today

that the brigand and outlaw known only by the name

of Robin Hood has been tried and condemned to death,

and will be drawn and quartered for the following crimes:

theft, looting, murder, and treason against the king

and the people of England.

- Mea culpa.

Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa, it's all my fault.

The Lord listened to me more when I prayed with beans and chick peas.

- We must do something, we can't just leave him to die in there.

- What can we do, the people have abandoned us?

- And with just a handful of men we can't do a thing.

- Listen.

I know what we can try.

I can save Robin.

- Your proposal is certainly acceptable...

but I want a guarantee of some sort.

I can't just liberate Robin Hood.

The moment he's free you could refuse to go through...

with the marriage, and that wouldn't be right, would it?

- You have my word.

The word of a Saxon noblewoman.

- Ah, but should it be taken seriously?

- In proposing to me your word has already been broken.

Your word to Sir Henry, remember?

- If you wanted to humiliate me, then you have succeeded.

Now, I'm waiting for your answer.

- All right Marian, your proposal is taken.

I accept.

- But I intend to keep Robin Hood a prisoner...

until after the marriage ceremony, my dear.

- Get up and follow me, and be quiet.

It's for your own good.

Go in there.

- Robin.

- Marian.

- Robin, my love.

- What was that?

You're mistaking me for Sir Henry.

- I don't even remember what he looks like.

- Which door?

- The door in the west rampart, my lady.

-Thank you, Matilda.

- There's no need to thank me.

I'm also a woman in love.

And with him free you won't marry Sir Robert.

- As you can see, my lord, my allegiance is not for sale.

- It's yours, keep it.

- Thank you, my lord.

- Shouldn't have done it, my dear.

No matter, a comedy is finished now.

- No, not yet.

You will never marry that woman.

I'll make certain of that.

Stop!

- Move any nearer and she dies.

Your sword, drop it.

All right, take him away.

The ceremony will take place right in the center of Nottingham.

We'll ask all the people...

and we must include Robin.

I cannot think of a more welcome guest.

- That's our signal.

- I'll round them up.

- No, I want to see
for myself what they can do.

- Halt.

Who are you?

- Men of courage.

If you are also, you will fight me, one at a time.

- Milksops, that's what you look like to me,

Tin soldiers.

You've come just in time.

It's been too long since I've had any fun.

If you want a taste of this little beauty...

step down off that plow horse.

I'm ready.

And now my son, you will receive my only blessing.

- Is there anyone else?

- Me.

But with me I advise you
to employ your blade.

- Let us see if you are any better than your friend.

- You afraid to attack?

- If I hadn't help back my blade...

your head would have split like your quarterstaff.

- There's only one blade in the world that could have done that...

King Richard's.

- Just to remind you, Marian, shall order Robin killed...

if you should refuse.

- Have no fear, I'll keep my word.

- Amen.

- According to the rite of our Holy Mother...

the apostolic Roman Church, do you Sir Robert...

Minister of England, Earl of Nottingham...

accept in the bond of matrimony this woman Marian of Manson?

- Yes.

- And you, Marian of Manson, will you take

Sir Robert here present, for thy lawful husband...

according to the rite of our Holy Mother church?

- No, I will not.

- Kill him.

- King Richard.

- Just in time, eh, Robin?

- Robin.

Is there anyone who objects to the marriage

between Marian of Manson and Sir Robert,

so-called Earl of Nottingham?

- I do, sire.

Marian of Manson is already promised.

I request permission to demand satisfaction...

for the offense this man has committed.

- I refuse it, for nobility should only do battle with equal rank.

- You will fight, as equals...

Sir Henry of Nottingham, my first equerry.

Release Sir Robert.

- I told you that one day either Robin Hood...

or Sir Henry would have to die.

Aaron, your sword.

I'm ready.

Keep going.

Kneel before your king.

Your majesty, his life is in your hands.

- Have mercy, sire.

-They were your brother's orders I was following.
- He's lying, don't believe him....

He's the one, the only one who betrayed you.

-Liar!
-You'll pay for that you miserable wretch!

You will both end your days in the Tower of London...

At least you'll have company. Take them away.

No! No! You can't do this to me!

Let me go! I am your King!

I am your King!

- Robin.

- Robin is dead.

The victor is Sir Henry.

Oh, I forgot, you love Robin.

- Henry, my lord.

- My bride.

- You thief, you sacrilegious bandit.

I'll have you stripped of your orders excommunicated, you heretic.

- You're forgetting that from now on I'm the officiant.

to the earls of Nottingham.

Right, Sir Henry?

- Right, Friar Tuck.

- Well then, it's my right to celebrate this marriage.

I'm ready.

I've dreamed of a vestment like this for a long time.

How dare you laugh at the representative to the church.

The weight of its authority will fall upon you.

- No, Friar Tuck.

The time for clubbing and fighting is ended.

Now it's time for love.