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Can somebody
tell me what's going on?

Don't be foolish, Walter.
Get him back to bed.

Bar the door.
I'm still the master
of this house.

Richard, up.

Who is there?

Wake up, Thomas.

Open the gates!

Bastards.

Arrow.

The lantern.

I see you,
you little bastards.

I see you!

Thieving maggots.

They've taken
all our seed grain.

What are we going
to do for planting?

Pray.

Hello, there!

Here you go, lad.

Thank you, Robin.

Robin.

The archers been
called to ranks.

Bloody typical.
I'm starving.

Hide these well.

We'll have them
for supper instead.

Sire.

Your bath, Sire.

For the love of Christ,
Loxley, would you
stop them doing that!

They love you, Sire.

My head. It's going
like the bells of hell.

Is that it?

One more castle to sack,
then we're home to England.

Hail King Richard!

Release!

Push!

Hey, archer!

Stay alive!

I'll see you tonight.

Don't forget your money
this time, little man.

It will be my pleasure
to take it off you.

Push!

Move up!

Cover the King!
Cover the King!

Barricades prepare!

Let us put these
French to bed!

Raise the barricades!

Jimmy.

Calm and careful.
Make it count.

Go!

Help!

Cover!

Now.

Go!

Move back!

Blood for France!

Go!

Lt'll make a fine
pin cushion!

King Philip's arse!

Look what they do
for the Lion Heart!

Push!

Push!

That'll burn all night, lads.
Don't let them put it out.

These pricks will smash
through in the morning,
take all the credit.

Well done, Jimmy boy.

John...

Your Majesty.

An English princess
shut out of her
husband's bedchamber

by a piece of
French pastry!

Aren't you ashamed?

The shame is surely his.

Then go in and tell him.

Mewling at his keyhole
is neither one thing
nor the other.

John.

Oh, God!
What in heaven...

Mademoiselle,
you will excuse me.

My son has need
of my advice.

No, I don't. Ask her.

Mother, please,
have you no decency?

I happen to be in
a condition that no mother
should see her son in.

Yes, I know,
but it's my mother.

That's enough.

On second thoughts,

I think it better
that you do hear
what I have to say.

Though I will not have
you in my presence.

Mother.

The purpose of my
being in this room
is to save the realm

from the consequences
of this unsuitable amusement.

Her uncle is the
bloody King of France.

My uncle is... (EXHALING)
Get down.

Her uncle wants her back.

Philip wants an
excuse to cross

the Channel with an army.

And you have given
him that excuse.

Take up your lawful wife
and save England.

My lawful wife
is as barren
as a brick.

Is that truly the wife
you want for me?

Hmm?

You, who honored
your husband
with eight children

so that even now
when death has
taken the rest

you have a king and
the runt of the litter
to call you "Mother."

Better the bastard
of a servant girl

than bed the niece
of England's jealous enemy.

Or bed her
and wed her, Mother.

I've asked the Pope's men
to arrange an annulment.

And do you think the Pope

will favor England's
royal runt over
the King of France?

He might see his way
for the son of
Eleanor of Aquitaine.

And for the future
King of England.

Richard the Lion Heart
is 40 years old,
if not more.

And no babies.

I am a queen
in the making.

Yes. Yes.

You see?

She is my Eleanor.

Now, you do
understand, this game
is not about luck.

It's about the
science of memory
and a quick hand.

Who'd like to take
a bit of fresh meat home?

Caught this morning.
We have a pheasant.

Three choices.
Right, left or middle?

Middle.

"The middle," he says.
The middle.

I'm sorry about those
onions, young man.
You lose.

Robin! Over here,
they're needed
for the pot.

Feisty one!

Aye, what else we got,
what else we got?

The fire
will do its work.

We break through
at first light.

With a fair wind,
we can be home
in three days.

You return to Nottingham?

I have a wife
who waits for me.

I have a mother
that won't die

and a brother
who wishes me dead.

First thing
I'm going to do
is lock them up.

Your people will
rejoice to see you
return home.

And that is a condition
I would like to keep them in.

To be remembered as I was.

My army knows better.

Lion Heart is mangy.

Every man in that army
idolizes you, Your Majesty.

Don't mollycoddle me.

I understand how
difficult it must be
to befriend a king.

Come on, Loxley.
Let us find some ruffians,
drink and laugh.

Let us see if we can
find an honest man.

Yes.

Let's do that.

Well, that's the thing,
little man. This is
not a game of luck.

It's about the
science of memory
and a quick hand.

I've got a quick eye.
I'll be watching you.

Three choices.

Right, left, or middle.

I think I'll take
a fourth choice.

A fourth?
Hmm.

I've been watching
you for a while now,
Longstride.

There is no pea.

This game is a trick!

You take out the pea when
you're doing your slidings
and your turnings.

I got you.

Don't touch it again.

I'll do it!

You lose.

You're doing
better than you think.

Get in there, Robin.

Kneel,
you ignorant bastards!

Kneel before the King!

All of you,
move back, now.

No, no, Loxley.
These men are
soldiers at play.

Sinners after
mine own heart.

Which one of you
started the fight?

I did, Sire.

I threw the first punch.

Ah, honest man.

And who're you fighting?

He was fighting me,
Your Majesty.

I thought him to be
a lesser man.

He was showing me different.

An enemy that
shows his respect.

Stand up,
the pair of you.

Not you.

Brave and honest.

Are you honest enough
to tell a king something that
he does not want to hear?

What is your opinion
on my crusade?

Will God be pleased
with my sacrifice?

No, he won't.

Why do you say that?

The massacre at Acre, Sire.

Speak up!

When you had us herd
2,500 Muslim men, women,
and children together,

the young woman at my feet,
with her hands bound,
she looked up at me.

There wasn't fear in her eyes.
There wasn't anger.

There was only pity.

For she knew that
when you gave the order

and our blades
would descend
upon their heads,

that, in that moment,
we would be godless.

All of us.

Godless.

Honest,

brave

and naïve.

There is your Englishman.

Right there.

Well done, Robin.
You showed him.

The whipping will
be the worst of it.

The branding iron,
that will be the worst.

Unless they hang us.

No. No, this will be
the worst of it.

And this will be
the end of it.

As soon as I get out
of here, I'm gone.

I don't owe God
or any other man here
one more minute of service.

We go all the way back
to the same breast.

Wet nurse.

Indeed.

We've been close ever since.

Good.

Because England,
under your friend John,

is a country with
no fighting spirit.

I can take London
with an army of cooks.

But Richard is
on his way home.

And under Richard,
England is a different
animal altogether.

Richard will return home
through the Forest
of Broceliande.

We know the exact place.

He always travels ahead
of his army with only a few
trusted knights around him.

With Richard dead,

it will be easy for you
to turn the country
against John.

There'll never be
a better moment
to invade.

Even dying animals
can be obstinate.

Kill the Lion Heart
and you will be
richly rewarded.

Heave!

Heave!

Heave!

For England!

For England!

I need a physician here!

A physician!
Quickly!

Give us cover!
Give us cover, now!

Cover him!

Cover the King.

Physician!

Why, Loxley?
Are you not feeling well?

Physician!

Wine.

What's this?

The King is dead!
Dead?

Dead.

All right, then, Jimmy.
Knock the pegs out.

We make our own fate
from now on!

I'll come with you.

No, you're not.
We don't take strays.

The more the merrier.

The road will be dangerous.
He might be useful.

Where we going?

To the coast and to a boat
before 3,000 desperate
soldiers get there

and the price for
a Channel crossing
goes up a hundredfold.

What about our wages?

If you thought it was
hard getting wages
while he was alive,

try getting paid
by a dead king.

All right, boys,
collect your gear as
quick as you can.

I like the new church.

Lady Marion.

I would have been sorry
to leave without your
farewell. Thank you.

I'm glad to speed you
on your way, Father Tancred,

but it was to seek out
our new shepherd.

You have lately been
missed at Sunday worship
and my sermons.

I like a quiet church, Father,
when I pray for a miracle.

Your new flock is women,
children and old folk.

Our men have gone to war
or returned broken.

Their orphans run wild
in the greenwood.

Our fields are
ready for planting
but we've no seed corn.

And the church barn
is full of grain.

Surely, you do not
expect the church

to let its corn be used
to plant your fields?

That grain is bound
for York.

I am Friar Tuck.

Father Tancred is
elevated to York

where I know he will
remind the Bishop that
the people of Nottingham...

The Bishop does not
need reminding that
the people of Nottingham

should reap what they sow
and repent of their sins.

The miracle I pray for
is that the Bishop show
some Christian charity.

As I said, Father,
I like a quiet church
when I pray.

You will have trouble
from the Loxleys
of Peper Harow.

You keep bees, Tuck?

I keep them
and they keep me.

Stop!

Ambush!

You're a knight?

Where is King Richard?

Oh, God.

Where is the King?

Dead.
Dead?

Really?

If the King's dead,
where are you going?

Deliver the crown.

Richard's crown.

How do we assassinate a king
who's already dead?

Bring back the crown!
Kill the horse!

You are English.

When it suits me.

Who are you?

Robert Loxley.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

That's the King's horse.

Jimmy! Move!

Jimmy!

Robin,
they're French.

Ambush.

Go.

John.

No.

He's dead.

(SOFTLY) Help.

My sword.

Its value to me is great.

It belonged to my father,

Sir Walter Loxley

of Nottingham.

Do you know it?

Aye, I've heard
of Nottingham.

Then the fate...

The fates have smiled on me.

You must take the sword
to my father.

It will bring me peace.

I took it in anger
and without his consent.

You must understand
the bond of love

between a father
and his son.

My father abandoned me
to the world of men
when I was six years old.

I know little of the love
between father and son.

I beg you.

Longstride,

say you will.

I will.

It's a pact sworn
in blood, Robin.

It's a scratch, Allan,
and that's all it is.

Robin!

Loxley was making
for the coast
to meet the ship.

That crown could be
our passage home.

We're common archers, Robin.

If we arrive at the King's
ship with his crown,
we'll be accused of murder.

How do you know

that the knights you see
walking about are
actually knights at all?

There is no difference
between a knight

and any other man
aside from what he wears.

All we need is about us.

Armor, helmets, swords,

and we make England
wealthy men

with horses and gold.

Fate has smiled
upon us at last.

And I, for one,
shall not turn
my back on her.

Take that crown
off your head, Will,

and fill it to the brim.

We commit
the soul of this boy
to your keeping, Lord.

We would ask, when he arrives
at the gates of eternity,

if you could let him in.

Goliath's got
the soil turning nicely.
But for what?

Nettles?

Nettle soup
and dandelion salad,

that'll keep us alive.

Come, Goliath.
This way.

Until we get a miracle.

This way.

Marion, Sheriff.

Marion,
I've been at Peper Harow,
waiting in vain

for Sir Walter
to receive me.

Kindly tell him
I have better things to do
than haunt his threshold.

That you have,
while robbers are roaming
free in Sherwood.

That's sheriff's business.
Why don't you look to it?

Tell the old fool
that next time,
I'll break his door down.

And if he's
too proud to pay...

No, no, no, no.
He's not too proud.

He's too poor.

In the name of King Richard,
you have stripped our wealth

to pay for foreign adventures.

Whilst at home,
the Church, in the name
of the merciful God,

has reaped, without mercy,

the largest share
of what we had set aside
to feed ourselves.

Between a sheriff
and a bishop,
I wouldn't care to judge

who's the greater curse
on honest English folk.

Marion,

why, oh, why do you
make an enemy of me

when you have the means
to make me your protector?

What means?

If you leave now,

I will lengthen your life
by not telling my husband

of your visit when
he returns home.

Your husband?
After 10 years?

If he's not dead, he's
rutting his way through the
brothels of the Barbary Coast.

So speaks a man
of experience.

Well, think on it, Marion.

Sir Walter is dying
without an heir.

Peper Harow will fall
to the crown, and you will
be living in the hedgerow.

You'll be glad
to come to me then.

Captain, there.

Sir, we were told
to expect 12 riders
and the King.

Our beloved King is dead.

Long live the King.

And you are, sir?

Sir Robert Loxley
of Nottingham.
And you?

I'm the King's equerry, Sir.

Come aboard, gentlemen,
before the tide floats her.
It's coming in fast.

And it's row, me bully boys
We're in a hurry, boys

We got a long way to go

Where we'll sing
and we'll dance
And bid farewell to France

And row, me bully boys, row

And it's row, me bully boys
We're in a hurry boys

We got a long way to go

We'll sing and we'll dance
And bid farewell to France

And row, me bully boys, row

So what's the plan
in the morning?

The boat stops at Gravesend
on the way to London.

We'll leave the honor of
returning the crown to them,
and we'll be gone.

Where?

North.

Well, that suits me.

Row, me bully boys, row

But now we're returning
So lock up your daughters

We'll sing and we'll dance
And bid farewell to France

And it's row,
me bully boys, row

Make ready, Sir Robert.
We dock in 20 minutes.

Gravesend?

No, My Lord.
The palace docks,
Tower of London.

Will.

John. Allan.

Where are we?
London.

Holy Christ!

We dock in 10 minutes.

When this is done,
be ready to ride.

What if...
What if Loxley is known

to the King's mother
or brother or any of them?

Then we'll be riding
for our lives.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph.
Peter and Paul and Mary!

I knew it! I knew it!

Good morning, My Lord.

Some words of advice
on this tragic occasion.

You appreciate
everything must
be done correctly,

so you will present
the crown to Lady Eleanor.

You will go down
on the right knee.

Do not look in her eyes
when you tell her the King
is no more.

And do not rise
until all others rise.
Do you understand?

Yes.

Agnes.

My blue and gold brocade.

Yes, My Lady.

Part for the Queen.

Part for the Queen.

Cease.

What's this?
What's happening?

King Richard returns
from France, My Lord.

Did Loxley deceive us?

Kneel.

Long life, my son.

Rise now.

A king is dead.

Long live the King.

Long live the King!

Long live the King!

Rise.

You...

I don't know you.

Robert Loxley, Sire,
of Nottingham.

Welcome then.

And how did my brother die?

In battle, Your Majesty,
as was his way.

As was his way.

You deserve a reward...

(WHISPERING)
Let's get the horses.

...for bringing
home the news.

Kneel.

Did you say you were
from Nottingham?

Yes.

Your father, Sir Walter,

owes tax to the crown.

My crown.

Tell him
it's bloody expensive
running a country

and everyone's
got to pay their way.

We'll start with this.

Make way
for the King!

Make way!

Your Majesty.

Make way
for the King!

Make way!
Godfrey.

Godfrey, my friend.
It's so good to see you.

How were your travels?
Good, Sire.

What happened
to your face?

A hunting accident.
It's nothing.

Frightening.
Your Majesty.

Call it a dueling scar.
The ladies will love you
all the more.

I bow to your knowledge
of the ladies, Sire.

You can get up now.

Sir Robert.

You will know
of me, perhaps.

I'm William Marshal.

Your father and I were
young men together.

Tell him I'm coming
to visit him soon,

on spring's
first black night.

I may have need of him.

I will. I'll tell him.

Whoever he is
and whatever he is,
he knows too much.

Get rid of him.

Come on, let's follow.

Forfeit what you got.

Victuals, coin, clothing

or your life.

Thomas Cooper.

Is that you?

Are you sick, Thomas?

We're all sick.

Where are the rest of you?
Don't... Don't tell her.

Loop will be angry.

No, it's your mother
who's going to be angry.

Now, either
you come with me,
or I come with you.

You choose.

Well, come on then.
Where are they?

Answer me.

Four men, five horses,
one gray.

Have you seen them?

That way.

The living king of sermons

Was delivered from his evil

But he couldn't talk his last

Because God
took out his throat

God's crossbow
took out his throat

By Christ! Can you not
sing a happy tune?

Sing a foot-stomper
about adventure
and daring and courage.

No. Sing something
about a woman.

A large woman.

Fancy army, darling
I loves you all to bits

I'll climb up to your chamber
And under your mountainous...

Right. I'm done.
The money's divided.

And so should we be.

Where will you go?

I think something is owed
for this good fortune,

and I mean to pay it back.

How so?

The inscription on the sword,
it taunts my memory.

Maybe it's just
my imagination,
I don't know.

But I intend
to take that sword
back to its owner

and fulfill the request
of his dying son.

Are you mad?

You just said
we were in danger, Robin.

Now you choose to step back
in to harm's way?

They're bound to go
there and find you.

We can't repay our good
luck with bad grace.
It invites darkness.

I'm going with you.
And I, Robin.

Yes.
No.

Tonight is our last
in company.

Tomorrow,
we go our separate ways.

Pack up your share.
We eat and sleep.

Will, you're on first watch.

Will.

Watch your step!

One of them got away.

Bastards!
They've stolen my fortune.

Richard's army
is coming home.

It costs money
to keep it together.

Marshal, you speak
for the money.

I do, Sire.

But to disband the army
could cost more
than to keep it.

King Richard's
campaigns were costly.
And the expected returns...

What is that
to me, Marshal?

My brother's
troubles are over!

They're over!

Clear the room.

So... Taxation.

Taxation?

Milking a dry udder gets
you nothing but kicked off
the milking stool.

Mother, spare me
your farmyard memories.

You have none,
and I don't understand them.

These are difficult times.

We can buy time.

I can send envoys
to secure loans.

There are money chests
from Sicily to Normandy
if you know where to look.

Cap-in-hand
to moneylenders?

Your master's a king.

The crown is owed
money at home.

The northern barons plead
poverty, but that's always
been the song of rich men.

So, what's to be done?

Give me leave, Sire,
to go north with a company
of mounted men.

I'll have the merchants
and landowners
fill your coffers

or their coffins.

Englishmen killing
Englishmen.

No man loyal to the crown
has anything to fear.

And loyalty means paying
your share in the defense
of the realm.

That's well said.

Hmm?
Don't you think, Marshal?

Mother?

Richard commanded
loyalty not by threats
but by example.

Mother, your sainted
son was an imbecile.

And you supported his
every folly from here
to Jerusalem and back.

Yes, you worshipped him

when the warrior
lost territories
hard won by his father.

You kissed his picture

while England had to pay
four years' revenue

to ransom him
when he was captured.

You are just as much
to blame as anyone

for the wreckage
which is my inheritance.

I broke her skin
more than she did mine.

Chancellor.

Marshal,

you served
my brother faithfully
and my father before him.

I think you've spent
enough time with my family

and, no doubt,
would like to spend
more with your own.

Therefore,
and with regret,

I accept your resignation
of all your offices
and matters of state.

The ring.

Your Majesty.

Choose carefully, Godfrey,
the spot where you would
place your dagger.

For I will choose
carefully, as well.

Open the gates!

Nottingham.

Is this your people, Robin?

I don't know. Might be.

They don't look much,
these Middle Englanders.

Well, they've been keeping
your lot in place easy
enough, haven't they?

I hear that you Welsh boys,
you live on leeks.

You co-habit with sheep.

Bloody Scottish mule.

You wouldn't want to
annoy a bee hive with
your noise, would you?

Your swords would be
no good then, gentlemen.

You're the town beekeeper?

Bless you, no.
I'm the friar.
Tuck's the name.

Well, Friar Tuck,

can you tell me
where I might find
Sir Walter Loxley?

If he's not up
at Peper Harow...

How long will
your business take?

Stay safe.

God be with you all.

That's it?

After 10 years?

Good Friar,
where can a man get, well,

moderately insensible
on a drink around here?

Allan,
he's a man of the cloth.
I'm sorry, Friar.

Have you coin?

I have coin.

Two pieces.

Each.

Have you tried
the honey liquor
we call mead?

Come with me.

Gives a man a halo,
does mead.

Girl.

Girl?

Either you're going
blind or you're
looking for charity.

Are you the keeper
of this house?

In a manner
of speaking, yes.

I wish to see
Sir Walter Loxley.

And you are?

Robin Longstride.

Plain Robin Longstride?
No Sir?

No, ma'am. No Sir.

Are you here
about the tax?

No, I'm here to
bring him his sword.
His son's dead.

This way.

He'll take your horse.

Marion!

Marion!

Maggie, where is she?

Ma'am,
Sir Walter calls for you.

I know, Margaret.
I can hear him.

Tell him
we have a guest.

I'm Marion Loxley.
Robert's wife.

My Lady,
I owe you an apology.
If I'd have known...

Bad news is bad news
no matter how it comes.

Indeed, I owe you thanks
for taking the time to
deliver it here yourself.

Did you fight alongside
my husband?

Yes.

Did he die well?

In an ambush, ma'am.

He was the man
chosen to bring home
Richard's crown.

Marion,
who is here?

A traveler, Walter.

This news will go
very hard on him.

Bring him in.

Yes, yes.

Tell him Robert
is in the Holy Land,

sends his love
and will return soon.

Marion, our traveler
will be thirsty.

Travelers are
always thirsty.
Is that not so?

Your name, sir?

Longstride.
Robin Longstride.

Do you mock me?

Sir?

Your son,

he asked me to
bring you this.

And how does Robert
defend himself
if he has no sword?

Hmm?

The prodigal son will
not return after all.

So, no tears,
no forgiveness
from his father.

No amends to be made.

Did you see him die?

I was with him
when he passed.

His final words were
for the love and bond
between a father and son.

Forgive my rudeness.

My grief has been
waiting for this day.

So come,
so that I may see you.

Robin Longstride.

A common enough
but noble Saxon name.

So, you will
dine with us.

But first,
you must bathe, sir.

You stink.

I've laid out some of
my husband's clothes.

I hope you don't find
that too discomforting.

My Lady,

I'll need some help
with the chain mail.

Winifred.

The coif has a clasp
at the nape of the neck.

If you take off the coif,
you'll find lacings in
the back of the tabard.

Thank you.

I'll have it washed.

Marion,
more wine.

You've taken a long road
to bring this to me.

I cannot decide
whether that makes
you trustworthy...

Or manipulative.

Marion, I'm merely
trying to gauge

the quality of the man
we have as our guest.

Is he handsome?

Yes.
Mmm-hmm.

In the way that
yeomen sometimes are
when they are sober.

Entertain us
with a tale
of your life, sir.

We don't get many
visitors anymore.

Except tax collectors
and other beggars.

I don't know where I'm from.
Only know where I've been.

So, Marion,
what color are his eyes?

Hmm?

I don't yet know.

I have a proposal
for you, young man.

You brought me this sword,
which has great meaning.

If you give me your time,

it is yours.

I could stay for
a day, or more.

I have a question
to ask you.

And what
is your question?

The words
on the hilt of the sword,
what do they mean?

Well, I think I have much
to tell you about history.
About your history.

That's very kind.

Well, you haven't
heard the other half
of my proposal yet.

I want you to stay
in Nottingham and,
for the time being,

become my returned son,
and therefore
Marion's spouse.

Oh, that's enough!

You've had
too much to drink.
Listen. Listen. Listen.

We both know that without
a husband you will lose
this land when I die.

Do you dispute that? Hmm?

No.
No, so if I say
this is my son,

he will be seen as that.
And, so, as your husband. Huh?

It is a fair contract.

It is not as if
I expect you to have
children or... (LAUGHS)

No, the sword
for your time,
Longstride.

Are you in agreement? Hmm?

Yes.

Marion,
go tell the staff

that my son has arrived
and our home
is now whole again.

Tell them to ring
the church bells
in celebration.

And more wine, please.

Hey! Hey!

I rose up in the morning

And I felt a dire need

To dream away the dreary day
and down a cup of mead

I felt the sting of honeybees

Home brew.

If I wasn't the village
priest, I'd try for
the village drunkard.

Oh, great.

A man could get
very affectionate here.

I haven't seen so many
women for so few men
outside a nunnery.

The secret to success
is never go for
the prettiest one.

Start with the homely
one on the left.

Right there.

She's about my size.
I'm going to make her smile.

I'm going to
make you smile!

Come over here!

So, why do they
call you Little John?

What are you trying to get at?

I'm proportionate.

So roll another
barrel to the bar

And pour another cup or two
so I can soak my heart

Stop it.

What did I tell you?

It seems we are
to share my chamber.

A ruse to convince
the servants.

Well, if the aim
is deception,

should you not be
addressing me as
"My husband," or, "My dear"?

Don't be ridiculous.

Well, are you
coming or not?

Ask me nicely.

Please, dear husband,
will you share my chamber?

Here.

I sleep with a dagger.

If you so much as
move to touch me,
I will sever your manhood.

You understand?

Thanks for the warning.

Hello, dogs.

Godfrey.

Where are your men?

They're dead, My Lord.

And Loxley?

Alive.

Then fate has
left him to me.

I hear a man's steps.
Good morning, my son.

Morning, Walter.

Father.

Father.

So what is it that
you know of my history?

Patience.

You must show
yourself today.
Wear your sword.

Marion.

I'm here, Walter.

Reacquaint your husband
with his village
and his people.

I'll see to the horses.

I feel invigorated.

I woke this morning
with a tumescent glow.

Eighty-four.

A miracle.

I've always wondered
at the private
conversations of men.

Husband.

This is rich country.

Where's your cattle
and your sheep?

Sold, eaten, stolen, traded.
We've had seven lean years.

Our meat now is rabbit

or wild pig on a lucky day.

And deer?

If you're willing
to risk your neck to
the King's executioner.

Every deer in the land
belongs to His Majesty.

These things are
God's gifts first before
the King's possessions.

If it's illegal for a man
to fend for himself

how then can he be a man
in his own right?

Welcome home, sir.

Sir Robert.

Good morning,
Joseph. Emma.

Sir Walter is our Lord,
and you are Robert returned
and you should act so.

Sir Robert.
You remember me?

Tom Chamberlain.
Pig farmer.

You don't look
a day older, Tom.

Sir Robert.

When will our young lads
come back to us?

Will you find my Jamie,
tell him to come home?

With no work and little food,
the village boys have gone.

To be soldiers?

Poachers.

Look at that, mate.

Still here then?

For the time being,
refer to me as Sir Robert.
I'll explain later.

My men-at-arms.
This is about as
courtly as they get.

Allan A'Dayle,
Will Scarlet
and Little John.

Lady Marion.

I trust you had
an historic evening.

For sure.

Lady Marion Loxley.
My wife.

Well played.

A bit rash
but well played
nonetheless.

Right you are, Robin.

Sir Robert.

Sir Robert.
Sir...

Sir.
Sir.

Sir Bob.
Sir Robert.

Friar.

Ah, Marion. Good news
travels from Peper
Harow this morning.

Sir Robert,
nice to see you again.

You should've made yourself
known when we met
in the field. Welcome home.

Yes, I should've.
Forgive me, Friar.

What happens here?

We're moving
the Church's grain
to York.

Politics out of London,
I hear.

This is our grain.
It belongs in this soil.

Lady Marion, I but
follow the orders
of my superiors

and abide by their
saying and rule.

Does His Holiness
know about your
wealth of honey?

There are wolves
in York, Sir Robert.
Voracious wolves.

The bees are my family.

I'm a procreator by design.

I'm not a churchy friar.
Never was.

My bees give life.

They are my life,
Sir Robert.

Should not the Bishop
be told

so the clergy can spread
Nottingham honey
on Nottingham bread?

What if the grain were
not to reach York?

Then the bees need
not be spoken of.

I was an old maid
when Robert courted me.

I was a daughter of
a respectable widow with
a thimbleful of noble blood.

We were wed,
and then a week later

he left to join ship
for France and the Holy Lands.

And that was
my married life
to a man

I hardly knew.

A good knight.
Short, but sweet.

I mean, he was
a good knight.

A good knight-at-arms,
a soldier.

Oh, yes,
my knight-in-arms, even so.

And I in his.

Stop!
You'll break its neck.

Marion.

Easy.

I'm all right.

I can't move me legs.

Thank you.

My Lord?

Oh, is it my turn now?

Thank you.

Nicely done, sir.

And to see Lady Marion
Loxley's legs, beyond my
wildest hopes this morning.

I don't believe
you know my husband,

Sir Robert.

Allow me to introduce
the Sheriff of Nottingham.

Welcome home, Sir Robert.

You make your mark
quickly by rescuing
the King's ram from drowning.

What's this?

What's mine in coin
I have the right to take
in goods or livestock.

If it's God's will.

Here's a ram's worth of tax
for the Exchequer.

Your insolence
to Lady Marion,

I'll consider
a debt between us.

Mead and grain alcohol?

I thought as much.

There's something
that we need to do.

At your service.

All right, lads.

Should've left
while you had the chance.
Something's afoot. Off we go.

Stop.
Stop the horses.

You there! Move aside!
We're on Church business!

None shall pass

unless they can
answer the riddle.

Moon-mad!

And what is the riddle,
you insolent wretch?

What has 18 legs and
isn't going anywhere?

Your next move
will be your last.

Evening, friend.
.:.U.N.i.T.3.D.::.T.e.a.M.:.

I demand
to know who you are.

We are
men of the hood.

Merry now,
at your expense.

"The Lord taketh..."

And we shall giveth back.

My advice is
to plant it now,
by moonlight.

Why is that,
good friar?

When it sprouts,
I can claim it as
a miracle from God.

The Church in York would
never deny a miracle.

How much further?

About 11 miles.

I thought you had left.

The fields have
been planted.

I didn't want
to wake you.

How did you
find the seed?

If you have to ask,
it's not a gift.

Thank you.

Pikemen, at the ready!

Arms to ready!

Prepare!

This King John
is no king of mine!

You! Are you Baldwin?
Open these gates!

In whose name do you
come against us?

In the name of King John.

Pay or burn.

We have paid
in money and men for
King Richard's wars!

And we have
no more to give!

Burn it.
Archers!

Come on.

My Lord, this way!

In the name of John,

by the Grace of God,
King of England,

let it be known to all
who abide here that
a tax is warranted!

Those persons
refusing to abide
by the law

will hereby be subject
to severe punishment.

By order
of His Majesty, King John.

Father Tancred!

Your Majesty.

Your Majesty.

I have lost
the confidence
of King John,

but he may still
listen to you.

Allow me to know
better, William.

You are much wiser
than your owl.

I dare say.
I've lived longer.

Edward, take him.

Your Majesty.

John is no Richard,
alas, Your Majesty.

But I serve the throne,
and the throne will endure.

Speak plainly, Marshal.
What's troubling you?

The crown is in peril.

Godfrey has been plotting
with Philip of France.

French troops have
already landed
on our shores,

and they are murdering
Englishmen in the name
of King John.

The northern barons
will make civil war
against the throne.

Leaving our coast defenseless
against the invasion

which is certainly coming.

So it's left to John's mother
to scold him like a child
and point him to his duty.

My son has an enemy
in his court closer
to him than any friend.

An English traitor.
A paid agent of France.

Why are you telling me
when you must tell the King?

Isabella!

It is you
who must do that.

Tell King John
that you've had
word from France,

from Philip himself,
if you like.

Why not tell him the truth?
That William Marshal...

A mother he mistrusts
bearing the word
of a man in dishonor?

No.

If you wish to be queen,
you must save John.

And England.

No!

No! No!

Godfrey!
The bloody Judas!

By the bowels of Christ,
it's a lie.

You lie!

I'm sorry, my love.

Sheriff.
Up there.

Man won't give his name.
Demands audience
with the sheriff.

Demands?

Go away.

My Lord.

Tax collections
proceed apace.

Nottingham's turn is coming.

Good. Good.

Tell Sir Godfrey
that the Sheriff of
Nottingham is his man.

May he put his stamp
on my authority.

I see trouble
coming from Loxley
of Peper Harow.

A blind old man
gives you trouble?

Aye, and his son
will give more.

The crusader, Robert Loxley,
has returned this past week.

Marion.

Go on! Go on.

Has he spoken yet?

He was spying, Loop.

Spying?

Robert,
I'm ashamed of you.

Hello, Marion.

I've come to save you.

Know him?

Boys, this is
Sir Robert Loxley,
my husband.

Sir Robert,
the runaways
of Sherwood.

Untie him.

No, I don't think
spies should be let off
so easily.

That was unkind.

You were a crusader?

Yes.

Did you hear that, boys?
You bested a crusader.

My men are good fighters.

I don't know about that.

I think the weight
of numbers might have
been in their favor.

But they do move
silently like the creatures
of the forest.

But that's only a skill
if you stay as a man.

You don't become
the creatures you hunt.

We're soldiers.

No, you're not.

Soldiers fight
for a cause.
What's yours?

You don't have one.
That makes you poachers.

Common thieves
with a lot to learn.

Like what?

I could teach you
how to tie knots.

I could teach you
which wood to get to make
your bows stronger.

I could teach you
how to make arrows
that fly more than 20 feet.

And I can help
Marion to teach you
how to stay clean

so you won't get sick.

I don't know
who you're fighting,
son, but it's not me.

I'm not your enemy.

If you want to chat,
you know where to find me.

Wife?

Marshal.

Stand aside!
Make way for the King!

Your Majesty.

What the devil
are you doing here? Hmm?

Sire?

Will you keep
that animal still?
What's it got, palsy?

Do you think
I haven't noticed
how you've deserted me?

If Your Majesty recalls,
our last conversation...

At our last conversation,

Philip of France
wasn't coming our way
with an invasion fleet.

Was he, Marshal?

My friend Godfrey

is not the friend
I thought he was.

He's stirred up
the northern barons
against me.

They come south
with an army.

Marshal, how dare they?
How dare they?

Sire, forgotten men
are dangerous men.

The barons need
to be told

that when the French come,
we are all Englishmen.

Fitzrobert.

Baldwin.

We'll make
an army of the north
and march on London.

The barons
need leadership.

Wiser kings know
they must let men
look them in the eye,

hear their voice.

Together, let us ride
north to meet them.

They march against
their king, Marshal.

Their king.

We will meet them
with the pikes of our
militia in their gizzards.

You have lost
your touch, Marshal.

Perhaps we'll look to
the barons without you.

Saddle up
with a spare horse.
I leave immediately.

I want to know
where to find Godfrey.

My Lord.

I found him, My Lord.

Where?

Nottingham.
In plain sight, living
as Walter Loxley's son.

Then we go to Nottingham.

Take no prisoners.
Leave no stone un-scorched.

Take two men, four horses.

Ride hard for the coast,
then on to Paris and give
a message to the King.

I'll make the place famous.

Come, Allan!

I'll get them drinking.
You get them dancing!

All right.

Music, laughter,
the crackle of a bonfire
and a roasting pig.

Life has returned.
You have returned it, Robin.

How did you know it was me?

Who else would sit
by me uninvited

like a friend
from the old days?

How are you, William?

I'm well and troubled.

Ah. And what brings you?

I'm riding on to
Barnsdale tonight.

I've heard something of
the barons' anger against
the crown's tax collector...

The anger has
turned into action.

They assemble to march
against the King.

You think you can
persuade the barons
to turn back?

Turn back, no.

To join King John
against a French invasion.

A what?
Help me, Walter.

I cannot go with you.

I cannot speak
for this king.

He is the only
king we have.

But not the only hope.

Explain.

Marion.

I'm here, Walter.

This is
my old friend,
William Marshal.

Lady Marion Loxley,
my son's wife.

Lady, I was glad to see
Sir Robert when he
disembarked in London.

I think you know
better, Marshal.

Sir William, I know,
would like to meet
Robin Longstride again.

We've met before.

Yes, Sir, I know.
In London.

No, when you were a child.

Hobby-horse age.

Sir Walter and I returned
from the Holy Land
to fetch you home.

But you'd gone.

We had lost
Thomas Longstride's son.

It was a wound
that never healed.

You need
to know what I know.

Your father was
a stonemason.

Is that pleasing to you?

Yes. It is.

But he was more than that.
He was a visionary.

What did he see?

That kings have a need
of their subjects

no less than their subjects
have need of kings.

A dangerous idea.

Your father was a philosopher.
He had a way of speaking

that took you by the ears
and by the heart.

None of these things
can be written down, Robin.

You must commit them
to your very soul.

This is the science of memory.

"Rise and rise again
until lambs become lions."

Finally, hundreds
listened, thousands,
who took up his call

for the rights of all ranks
from baron to serf.

"Rise and rise again

"until lambs become lions."

What happened to him?

Close your eyes.

Foundation
is set on the rights of
liberty for all people!

Longstride,
give up the charter
and their names!

You were there.

You saw it.

I will not.

Not dead.

Not now.

Here is my copy
of the main contract.

This charter of rights
was written by your father.

And here are... There are
the names of all the barons
that signed the charter.

Fitzrobert, Baldwin,
Marshal and myself.

What he wanted
was a charter
for every man...

Wait there.

To have
the same rights.

Sir Walter?
Huh?

A messenger for you.

Bring him in.

Step forward, sir.

My Lord.

I'm listening.

Peterborough's been burned
by the King's men.

Fitzrobert gathers an army
to slay King John in London.

Marshal requests your
presence at counsel
in Barnsdale.

Wait outside,
will you?

Cometh the hour,
cometh the man.

The time for pretense
is over.

Now, hold me
like a son.

Go.

Maggie. Where's my lady?

I could not
find her, sir.

Whether we fight for
our lives, our family
and our honor,

we must fight
till the death.

You've spent too long
in the palace, William.

Spending time in the palace
gives me perspective.

As we speak,

King Philip
sails for our coast.

Godfrey and his
marauders are French!

Every minute that
we waste in disunity

brings closer
the destruction
of our country!

We have been bled

by the King long
before Godfrey.

Go back to London
and tell the King

that we will meet him
on a field of his choice.

Make way!

We will not fight
to save John's crown.

Rather let him
bend the knee to us.

I'll give you more,
Sir Baldwin.

My breast for
your sword point.

Use mine.

Go on.

No?

Oh. This is what
you want, isn't it?
This is what he wants.

Fine, I'd rather give it
to you than have it
taken by the French.

You mistake me, Sire.

I have no right
and no ambition
to wear the crown.

But let the rightful
wearer beware.

From now we will be
subject only to laws that
we have a hand in making.

We are not sheep
to be made mutton
of by your butchers.

Godfrey set himself
to turn you against me.

Then he did more
than was needed
to accomplish that.

A very important decision.

Don't you think that
we've paid too much taxes
for far too long...

This is where I was born.

What does it mean?

It means never give up.

We will not
be loyal to a crown
that robs and starves us!

The King must listen
to what we have to say!

A king does not bargain
for the loyalty that
every subject owes him.

Without loyalty
there is no kingdom.
There is nothing.

I'm here to speak
for Sir Walter Loxley.

Let the man speak.
Let him speak!

Speak! Speak!

Speak, if you must.

If you're trying to
build for the future,

you must set your
foundation strong.

The laws of this land
enslave people to its king,

a king who demands loyalty
but offers nothing in return.

I have marched from France

to Palestine and back.

And I know

in tyranny
lies only failure.

You build a country
like you build a cathedral,

from the ground up.

Empower every man

and you will
gain strength.

Hmm.

Well, who could object
to such reasonable words?

If Your Majesty
were to offer justice,

justice in the form of
a charter of liberties,

allowing every man to
forage for his hearth,

to be safe from
conviction without cause

or prison without charge,

to work, eat and live
on the sweat of his own brow

and be as merry
as he can...

Sir, Godfrey's men
are on to Nottingham.

...then that king
would be great.

Not only would he receive
the loyalty of his people

but their love, as well.

So what would you have? Hmm?

Castle for every man?

Every Englishman's
home is his castle.

What we would ask,
Your Majesty,

is liberty.

Liberty by law!

Your Majesty, My Lords,

the French fleet
is in the Channel.

Sire, you have a chance
to unify your subjects
high and low.

It falls on your nod.

I only have to nod?

I can do
better than that.

I give my word

that such a charter
will be written.

On my mother's life,
I swear it.

Godfrey makes for Nottingham.
I must stay with the King.

I will send Baldwin
and Fitzrobert with you.

We will meet again
at the White Horse
when you are finished.

Robin, your father
was a great man.

And you are
your father's son.

Maggie, who's
at the house?

Long live the King!

Gentlemen.

I'm the Sheriff
of Nottingham.

I'm French on
my mother's side.

Sir Walter! Sir Walter!

Loxley!

Show yourself!

Loxley!

Who calls here?

I call for Robert Loxley.

My son is not here
to answer you.

That is the truth.

Because he's dead
in a French ditch.

And who are you, sir,
to say so?

Who am I?

I'm the one
who killed him.

Fight me if you dare.

Lord have mercy.

Leave it on the table.
Leave it! Next!

Next! Come on!

Name?
Loxley.

Christian name?

Marion.

Land?

5,000 acres.

Lady Marion Loxley?

I am.

Gentlemen, enjoy!

No one should
have 4,000 acres.

5,000 acres.

Baldwin! Fitzrobert!

Take the southern flank
and circle in from the west.

Will and Allan,
get on the rooftops
and pick your targets.

Lady Marion.

Quickly.

Follow me.

Somebody,
please take the baby!
Save the baby, please!

John, down!

It's all right.

Go around.

Stand back!

Make way!

Hurry. It's all right.
It's all right.
Please, hurry! Hurry!

Sword!

Get down,
you bastard French dogs!

Where will King Philip
land and when?

This is my last arrow.

Dungeness!
Dungeness.
Two days.

There we have it.
We have two days.

Once before
I said goodbye to
a man going to war.

He never came back.

Ask me nicely.

I love you, Marion.

Longstride!

What news of Walter
and Nottingham?

Sir Walter is dead.
Godfrey's hand.

Gentlemen, we go to war.

It is my first time.
I shall lead.

Forward!

That's a lot of French.

What's to be done?

Archers to the cliff top.

Cavalry to the beach.
We'll await you there.

With me!

Archers!

Excellent plan.

Cavalry!

Ready!

Raise arrows!

Raise arrows!

Ready!

Raise arrows!

Release! Release!

Release!

For the love of God, Marion!

Loxley,

circle your troops
and then join the charge.

With me!

Release!

Release!

Forward!

Archers, forward!

Let's go, Marshal.

We're close enough, Sire.

This was not close
enough for Richard.

And look what
happened to him.

Forward!

Protect the King!

This is for you, Walter.

No!

Marion!

Marion!

Surrender!

Sire! Sire!

They've surrendered, Sire!

Yes! To whom?

To him.

Longstride!

Longstride!

I did not make myself king.

God did.

King by divine right.

Now you come to me
with this document

seeking to
limit the authority
given to me by God!

Sire,
you gave your word!

No.

Sire, you give us
our word, Sire!

Did I command
you to speak, sir?

John...

Or you, madam?

Sire, we looked to you!

Look to your estates,
instead.

Archers!

You are fortunate
that I am in
a merciful mood.

But as for
Robin Longstride,
that mason's son,

for the crimes of
theft and incitement
to cause unrest,

who pretended to be
a knight of the realm,
a crime punishable by death,

I declare him,
from this day forth,
to be an outlaw!

To be hunted
all the days
of his life...

We will not
stand for this!

...until his corpse,
unburied, is carrion

for foxes and crows!

Hear me! Hear me!

By royal decree,

Robin Longstride,
also known as
Robin of the Hood,

and all who shelter him
or aid him

are declared outlaws
of the realm,

Their properties forfeit,

and their lives
shall be taken by any
Englishman on sight.

A nail please?
And a hammer.

A nail!

Off you go.
Come on.

Hey, boys.

You've been practicing
tying your knots?
Yes.

Have you been shooting
your bow and arrows?

Who hit something?
Anyone?

The greenwood
is the outlaw's friend.

Now, the orphan boys
make us welcome.

No tax, no tithe.

Nobody rich, nobody poor.
Fair shares for all
at nature's table.

Many wrongs to be righted
in the country of King John.

Watch over us, Walter.

For the Lion Heart!