All language subtitles for Beyond.Sherwood.Forest.2009.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

I told you my aim was true.
You both saw!

- I don't know what I saw.
- Whatever that thing is,

it dares to poach
from the king's forest.

An offense punishable
by death!

Malcolm, there!
Behind you!

William, Malcolm, follow me!

Don't let it escape.

There!
I told you I hit it.

Malcolm, wait!

Perhaps you need
a larger target.

You'll see. Someday I'll be
the greatest archer in all of Nottingham.

Oh, my!
I'm to be married

to the greatest archer
in all of Nottingham?

How terribly exciting.

I never said
I wanted to marry you.

Where are you going?

Hunting with my father.

Godspeed, my great archer.

Whoa.

Help me.

Are you mad?

You saw what it did to Roland.

I saw that beast strike him down.

Now I see a man
attempting to do the same

to a wounded,
helpless woman.

William:
What witchcraft is this?

Perhaps the answer lies
in the blood itself.

A being that bleeds
yet does not die.

Who's ever heard
of such a thing?

Malcolm: No one.

Which is why we need tell
no one of her existence.

Just what the devil
are you getting at, Malcolm?

To be virtually unstoppable

in the face of all
who stand in your path.

Imagine wielding such power.

Which of us is mad now?

- If Roland was here...
- Roland is dead!

Which means
that I am now sheriff.

And it's I who shall determine
what is to be done with her.

Until we can determine
who she is,

where she came from

and her connection
to that cursed beast,

she'll return with us
to Nottingham

where we will send word
to King Richard seeking his counsel.

King Richard is a bloody fool
and so are you

if you cannot see what power
you have in your hands.

I'm sorry, old friend,

but I have sworn an oath
as deputy, as did you,

to live and die
by the laws of the king.

If I cannot depend on you
to be silent,

so be it, old friend.

Father!

Run, Robert, run!

No!

Young master Robert,
come out.

I know what
you must be thinking,

but the quarrel I had
with your father

has nothing to do with you.

No harm will come to you,
I promise.

These tracks are deep.

Perhaps so are the purses
of their makers.

When was the last time
you had a proper night of fitful rest?

When Richard returns at last
from the Crusades we can all rest.

Something disturbs your sleep.

You worry too much, John.

Come, I've got a plan.

Man:
There you are, my dear.

I've turned the castle
upside down looking for you.

I was beginning to fear
you'd run away.

How am I to run

when you'd have me bound
in the chains of servitude?

Must you always be
so melodramatic?

Yes. If I must still wed
Leopold, Earl of Austria.

- Duke.
- Whichever!

It's of little importance.

These are dark times,
my dear.

With Richard off
fighting the Crusades,

it's critical that we make
Austria our ally

rather than our enemy.

Is this to be a marriage
or a goodwill mission?

Duke Leopold is a man
of great power and influence.

A man who merely
holds a seat of power

is not necessarily
a powerful man.

Why, look no further
than that charlatan Prince John.

Hold your tongue, child!

Sometimes you remind me
so much of your mother

with your tempestuousness.

There's not a day goes by

that I'm not grateful
that you entered this world...

the same instant
my dear Lily left it.

You were her gift to me.

And yet you would ask me
to spend the rest of my life

with a man
20 years my senior,

one I do not even know,
much less love.

With our distant
and tenuous blood ties to the throne,

you cannot marry for love,

only for country

and the promise
of a more certain future

than any I could ever provide.

Get yourself cleaned up.

You'll be in your bridal gown
within the hour

that you might be presented
to Prince John.

Yes, Father.

Thank you.

Look sharp, men!

This is the domain of outlaws.

Right. Hyah!

Good morning, sir.
You look rather taxed.

Perhaps we could
lighten your load.

You're making
a grave mistake.

We ride from Eden's Gate

on behalf of His Majesty
Prince John.

Well, you and he can both
take great comfort

in knowing that your loss
shall be the gain of others

who I assure you need it
far more than you.

Now the question is...

what to do with you.

I say we kill 'em!

Well, get on with it then,
and be quick about it.

On your feet. Come on.
On your feet! Let's go.

On your feet!

Go on! Get on! Go on!

Be sure to give our best
to the prince

and His Lordship
the Dishonorable Sheriff of Nottingham.

- Bye!

Come on, let's drop this off
at our camp

on the way to Bishops Down.

Don't suppose we've got time
to grab a spot of something to eat?

Did we not already
have breakfast?

Well, it's just likely
there'll be serving while we're there

and I thought who knows if
we'll have time to eat again, right?

And what of the chest?

Man:
He took it all, milord.

Sounded like he had
a bloody army with him.

It all happened so quickly.

We were surrounded,
outnumbered.

I'd say more like outsmarted.

It was him, sire,

the hooded man.

It's a wonder
he even remains at large.

Sire, he is nothing
if not cunning.

We have scoured all of Sherwood
for his encampment.

Clearly, you've not
looked hard enough.

Robin Hood is
a champion of the people.

- They harbor his encampment.
- Then they must be made to pay.

I want all taxes raised
immediately.

We'll leave them no choice
but to give up their beloved champion.

You do not think this
a proper course of action?

Tightening the purse strings
is always good for business,

but surely another present
can be found.

That chest has been
in my family for generations...

bestowed upon my father
at his own coronation.

It must be recovered!

Yes, sire.

I told you to fetch Marian.

The prince demands
to see her at once.

Marian's gone.

The chest and now this.

Need I remind you,
Malcolm,

the importance of this
impending alliance with Austria?

No, sire.

And I believe I have an idea

how we may best
find your cousin

so that the wedding
can go ahead as planned,

while striking a blow against
the people at the same time.

Whatever you have to do,
do it!

Make arrests.

Burn Nottingham to the ground
if you must.

I want her and that chest
returned to me.

Robin Hood will be fitted
for a noose within the week.

See that he is.

Or else you'll be
taking his place.

You nearly killed me!

No, I nearly killed the deer

and surely would have had you not
upset an otherwise perfect shot,

good sir.

Poaching in the forest of the king

is an offense
punishable by death.

The king cannot be found
in the wood today, I'm afraid.

Nor in all of England!

And until such time
as he returns to reclaim his throne,

I shall continue to borrow
from those who can afford to lose it.

Borrow?

You would steal
from Prince John?

Why, you're nothing more
than a common thief.

A thief perhaps, but a most
uncommon one, I assure you.

And what might your business be
in the wood this fine morning, sir?

You who not only speaks
on behalf of the prince,

but also wears his crest.

Perhaps you're one of the sheriff's
traveling tax collectors,

your pockets flush with the purses
of hungry peasants.

I have no quarrel
with you, sir.

I only wish
to continue on my way.

And I shall be happy
to allow you to do so,

but first I must demand a one-time,
non-refundable traveling tax.

Do not challenge me, thief.

I have no desire
to harm you.

Oh, duly noted.

You fight well,

particularly for a girl.

I daresay you're one of the most worthy
opponents I've ever bested,

not to mention
one of the loveliest.

You fight well,
for a thief.

You all right, Robin?

It sounded like you were fighting
the sheriff's whole bloody guard.

- Just having a friendly spar,

teaching a few tricks
to our new friend here.

Looks like she might have
taught you one or two herself.

Huh.

Oh my God.

It's you, isn't it?

- You're...
- John: Robin Hood,

the golden archer
of Sherwood,

defender of truth,
upholder of justice...

Thank you, John.
I believe that will suffice.

John: Friend to the needy
and the righteous,

foe to the greedy
and the tyrannical,

- champion of the people...
- Blackguard thief.

Ooh.

Or at least according
to the sheriff of Nottingham.

And who might you be?
His promoters, perhaps?

The lad is Gareth.

And I am Little John.

- Little?
- It's a family name.

And you...

you hardly look at all like they've
depicted you in the wanted posters.

Really?

A bit more rugged?
Rakishly handsome?

- Shorter.

Might we know your name,
milady?

You do not already?

Well, I'm quite certain
I would remember such a face.

Lily.

My name is Lily.

Well, Lily...

please allow us to escort you
to your destination.

I have none.

I was just out for a walk.

A walk?
In Sherwood?

It's hardly the place
for a lady to travel alone,

even one that pretends
to be a man.

- It's all right, honestly. I was just...
- No, please.

I must insist. These woods
are fraught with danger

and I know every leaf
like the back of my hand.

Very well then.

Let him be.

- Open it.
- But, sir...

I've waited years
for this perfect opportunity.

Open it now!

Malcolm: Alina?

Oh.

The hooded man
has struck again.

What do you know of that?

I wonder...

which is worse...

that you believe you know
his true identity

or that you may die before
ever knowing if you're right?

You pathetic creature!

I'll not have you mock me!

What's it to be then?

More torture?

Bloodletting?

A proposition.

You understand
what must be done?

If that which you ask is the price
I must pay for my freedom...

so be it.

Malcolm:
Go! Seek out Robin Hood.

Search every farm and every shop
and every home in Nottingham.

Let hearts
run cold with fear

and streets
red with blood.

My liege, how can you be sure
that she'll obey?

Or that she'll return?

Malcolm: Because I have
something she desperately needs

more than her freedom,
more than anything else in this world...

a little insurance policy
I took out years ago.

It's Robin!
Come on.

Robin! Robin!

One for you
and one for you.

Thank you.

Gareth.

Have you none left?

Really?

What about these?

Go give Little John a hand.

Tell him we must leave soon if we're
to reach the friar's church by nightfall.

- There you are.
- God bless you.

God bless you.

- A little left here.
- Thank you.

He's got fast hands,
your little thief.

He doesn't say much,
does he?

The sheriff's men took Gareth's parents
as well as their land.

And then
they took his tongue.

These people, I don't know
how they manage to survive.

Well, it's no thanks
to your liege,

His Majesty the Prince.

Despite what you may think,

I have no allegiance
to the prince.

I consider no man a leader simply
because he declares himself to be one.

A belief like that could get
a young lady hanged in certain circles.

No wonder you've chosen
to run away.

Whoever said I've run away?

A woman who speaks
with such a sharp tongue,

yet travels in disguise as a man
clearly flees from something.

I have my reasons for leaving home
and they remain my own.

Why do you do this?

You put yourself at risk
for so many,

and yet I sense
you take no pleasure in it.

Your friends,
I see the joy in their faces

to match those of the peasants
they are helping.

For you, it's as if
it's a compulsion...

- a burden, even.
- Milady.

Have you no home
to call your own?

No.

No possessions then?

- A family?
- No.

Surely there must have
once been something,

even someone you held
close to your heart.

I'm curious whatever would
prompt a man to choose such a life.

Believe me, no man would
willingly choose this life.

- I simply meant...
- All that I once possessed in this world

has been taken from me.

Get back.

I want more.

Oi! Leave him alone!

Who's next?

My chicken.

Man's voice: Alina.

Alina.

You are part of
the world of man now.

As such,
no longer allowed among us.

- I'm sorry,

but it is the law.

There he is,
the famous outlaw.

John:
We have many friends here.

This place is like home
to Robin.

Not a very happy one,
it would seem.

What's this?

They've raised my bounty.

Dead or alive.

- You get more popular all the time.

Excuse me, young butcher.

Have you got a spot of something
to spare for an old traveling gypsy?

Bugger off.

Oh, that's not nice, is it?

Will, it's me Robin.

I come bearing gifts
for you and your father.

Blood money stolen
from the prince?

Charity at such a price
we can do without, thank you.

Where is your father?

My father is laid up at home
with two broken ribs,

courtesy of the sheriff's taxmen
and no thanks to you.

And after all that
my father's done for you,

bringing you into our home,

treating you as if
you were his own son,

and this is how
you repay us?

- I don't understand.
- Everyone who knew your father

says that he lived as he died...
a hero.

Now you may be
full of noble intentions, Robin,

but your actions are hardly
those of a noble man.

You're not worthy
of your father's name.

Well, I'm not sure
what happened here,

but I assure you
we can help.

You've done enough
already, mate.

Now you and your companions
had best be on your way.

There's a lot of people in this village
who are liable to turn you in

simply to keep a roof over
their family's heads

and a hot meal
in their bellies.

Go on, go.

You shouldn't wield a blade
unless you intend to use it, friend.

What, is that a threat,
big man?

I'll carve you up
like a Christmas goose. Let's go.

Will.

What are you
gonna do now, eh?

- What are you gonna do now?
- Alms for the Church.

Alms for the Church.

Help the poor,
help yourself.

Ah.

Very kind of you, sir.
The Church thanks you.

Eh, now if you and your associates

would make
another generous donation,

I might just know
where a weary traveler

can find the finest mead
in Nottingham.

Robin:
Will and I grew up together.

We were like brothers once.

And yet,
today I saw in his eyes

he was prepared
to draw blood.

He's hardly alone
in that sentiment.

People are saying
you've gone too far this time.

Because of your attack

on those riders
from Eden's Gate this morning,

Prince John has decided
to raise taxes.

Well, I say
we've struck a nerve.

Friar Tuck:
Yes, word is

you've stolen
something quite valuable.

Uh...

Money intended
for the Duke of Austria

as a gift upon his marriage
to the Lady Marian.

Marian?

We didn't even know
there was to be a wedding.

Yes, and yet somehow

you've managed to make off
with the bride.

Why didn't you just tell me

that you were
Edmund Fitzwater's daughter?

It is not my fault that you did not
think to ask about my father.

Lily.

You would even use your mother's name
to make a fool of me?

- That was not my intention.
- Yet you have willfully deceived me!

Well, forgive me!

I hardly thought it possible

to pull the cloak
over the eyes of Robin Hood,

the great golden archer
of Sherwood.

15 years is a long time.

It could have been
15 and 20 more

and I still would have
known it was you, Robert.

And now here you are

all these years later...

equally as obtuse
and twice as stubborn.

And you,

content to serve the wishes
of a false king

by agreeing to marry Leopold?

You speak as if I had
a say in the matter.

My mother's family
is of noble blood.

My father seeks to extend
that royal lineage.

Even if it means
helping Prince John

keep his filthy paws
on that crown?!

So now we know why
I've run away.

Why did you?

It's better that
you don't know.

Someday, God willing,

all will be made right again...

when the sheriff and Prince John
are but a memory

and Richard returns
to unite England.

Until then,
my path is clear.

It's all that I have left.

You're up rather early.

Perhaps they're right.

Maybe I have gone too far.

Nonsense.
You've simply ruffled

more than just the sheriff's
feathers this time, that's all.

Malcolm must be loving this.

All his various attempts
to thwart me

and here I've gone
and single-handedly given him reason

to turn all of Nottingham
against me.

You know...

of everything you've
given the people,

the most valuable is hope.

And that is what Malcolm
seeks to take from them.

For if their hope falls,

then so does Sherwood.

And once Sherwood is his...

She's turned into
quite the lady, your Marian.

She's not mine.

She belongs
to Leopold, Earl of Austria.

Who is currently
a groom without a bride.

She is here with you.

Perhaps you should
ask yourself why.

Much has changed since
we last saw each other, Friar.

Has it?

Have Gareth fetch my bow.

We're too late!

Will: You!

You're responsible for bringing
this plague upon us!

Will, behind you!

- Robin, what is it?
- I don't know!

Hey! Hey!
Over here, come on!

Are you all right?

Come on, how's about
we have some fun?

Robin: John!

Tuck!

- No!

Give this to Robin.

Let's you and I
have another go, eh?

Robin:
Ready my arrows.

John:
We've wounded it.

Yeah, as a tick
wounds a dog.

Robin!

Let's get him
to the church

before that thing
decides to return.

He's resting now.

I don't know what more I can do for him.
He's lost a lot of blood.

Suppose I owe you one,

saving my hide like that.

You would have done the same,
given the chance.

I've never seen an animal
like that before, have you?

I mean, what sort of beast
bleeds but doesn't die?

A being that bleeds
but does not die.

Who's ever heard
of such a thing?

Dark Woods...

Friar.

Must travel beyond
Sherwood Forest.

- I'll fetch Robin and the others.
- No time. No time.

Go to the Dark Woods.

Only one way
to stop the beast.

Find...

the keepers of the trees.

Of course.

Is he gone?

He was talking
about the creature.

And then he...

I'm so sorry.

May there be
enough mead in heaven

that your cup never run dry,
old friend.

Where are you going?

That thing was sent here
for a reason.

If I stay it'll only return.

- So what do you intend to do, then?
- To give the sheriff what he wants.

- Me.
- Marian: Wait.

The friar said there is
but one way to stop the beast.

We must travel
to the Dark Woods

and find the keepers
of the trees.

- What Dark Woods are these?
- I'm not sure.

He said somewhere
beyond Sherwood.

I know the place
the friar speaks of.

Pack our things.
We leave for the Dark Woods in an hour.

Who's there?

Show yourself!

Ah, woman,

I hope you have good reason
to return empty-handed.

What has happened here?

I found Robin Hood, milord.

The Lady Marian is with him.

The merchant village
behind the old stone church.

Then show me quickly
while we still have daylight!

Please, sir, no more.

Surely you can endure
a few more hours of pain.

It's not simply that.

After all those years,
I'd nearly forgotten.

The transformation...

I fear that someday
I may lose control entirely.

Perhaps if I had that
which you've taken from me...

- No!
- Your Lordship, please! I beg you!

Once Robin Hood
has been captured...

then I will give you
that which is yours

and I will send Sir Guy
to find you a cure.

And at last
you will be human.

You have my word.

Now where did you say
they were?

The creature returns.
It's brought company.

- Marian: What's that?
- Robin: A place to hide.

- Is he not going with us?
- No, and you're staying with him.

- What?
- You'll hide here until they pass

and then you'll head to our camp.
You'll be safe there.

Once we get to Dark Woods,
I can't promise I can protect you

from the sheriff's men
or that thing.

I am more than capable
of protecting myself.

- There's no time to argue, Marian.
- You're not leaving me again.

Why you arrogant,
pig-headed...

Cheeky bastard.

Well, I think we lost them.

For the time being.

Those are
the Dark Woods then?

What have you found?

They entered here,
but only three.

There's no sign of the boy.

He's hidden the boy and Marian
in some safe place.

What strangeness is this now?

Do we follow, milord?

Clearly the woods
do not wish us to enter.

It's all right.

Be patient, Alina.

They would have only dared
enter the woods for one reason only.

As for Marian and the boy...

Can we not take
a moment's rest?

Right.

Have we not come through
this way before?

Big man's right.

This is madness. We don't even
know where we're going.

Uh, Robin, did anyone else see
a different path here not a moment ago?

Merely a trick of the eyes.

Yeah, more like
a trick of the trees.

Lived in Sherwood my whole life,
never even knew these woods existed.

It's probably because
anyone who's ever entered it

has never made it
back out alive.

Did anyone happen to remember
to bring any food?

I am so hungry, I would even stomach
some of Robin's squirrel stew about now.

Bloody hell!

How do you feel
about bat?

A little small,
but beggars can't be...

There's too many of them.

Good thinking, John.
Try it again.

Well done.

Maybe these keepers of the trees
will find us

now that you've alerted them
or anyone within 12 miles of our presence.

I swear, I'll never speak ill
of your thunderous snoring ever again.

- Are we almost there?

What?

What is it?

It's all right, Gareth.

It's only a girl.

Here.

Hello there.

We won't harm you.

Thank you.

My word,
what's happened to you?

The work of the sheriff's men,
no doubt.

Well, lucky we came
upon you.

There's a terrible creature
lurking about these woods.

We seek the safety and shelter
of Robin Hood's camp.

You must come with us.

Can you walk?

I think so.

All right.
Come along.

You saved my life and now
you intend to end it?

I thought you were
one of the sheriff's men,

or worse, come to kill us
while we sleep.

What are you on about?

I despise this place.

Oh, you've been here before?

Once, a long time ago.

The day my father was...

You know,
my own father spoken often

of William of Locksley...

of his greatness,
his honor, his integrity.

I'd always wished that
I'd had a chance to meet the man.

Now I have.

We should move on.

There's no more light
here in the day

than there is at night.

The sooner we find
the keeper of the trees,

the sooner we can
leave this place.

Okay.

Here you go, love.

Thanks.

So you're the Marian
he's always been on about.

- I'm sorry?
- Skinny little thing, aren't you?

Come on, love, eat up.

Could I bother you
for one more?

That's the spirit, love.

Here you go.

We'll have you plumped up
in no time.

Thank you.

You should eat something.

Thank you.

It looks so different out here

away from Nottingham.

It's been a long time since
I've gazed upon such a moon myself.

Do you live in these woods?

Among the trees, yes.
But not these.

Where I'm from
is very different.

I should very much
like to see it then.

I myself can never return.

Why not?

I am not like my people.

I'm an outsider.

You and I have
much in common.

You're in exile as well?

My father's fault, really.

After a lifetime of being ignored
and virtually imprisoned in that castle...

a girl has to do something,
you know?

I've longed for freedom.

I'd give anything in the world
if only to live a normal life.

Such is our curse.

I beg your pardon?

To be a woman
in a world of boys.

It's lucky we have
each other then.

Are you all right?

It's just that
it will be dawn soon.

- I fear that...
- Don't worry.

You're safe here.

You're extraordinarily kind.

Not really.

Just human, I guess.

- What's that noise?

It's just a toad.

- What was that?

A bird of some sort,
I would imagine.

I do not want to know
what that was.

- There's someone out there.

Some thing anyway.

Come on, we've got to
keep moving.

- You there!

Will!

Well, whoever it was,
we lost them.

If there was ever
anyone there at all.

John!

Will!

John!

He couldn't have strayed that far.
He should be right here.

Robin!

John!

Will!

Who goes there?

Show yourself!

This is madness.

Well well, if it isn't
the runaway bride.

Who are you?

What is this place?

It is the Temple of the Elders.

Are you
the keepers of the trees?

Yes.
We are the Sylvans.

Alina!

Let them go.

You've done well, Alina.

Sir Guy,
put these three in irons.

The rest of you,
search the camp for survivors.

If you find any, kill them.

Let him go!

Come here!
Come here!

These look okay to me.
What do you think?

I think you were born with a bottomless
abyss where your stomach should be.

How can anything like this
grow in a place without sunlight?

- What is it?

We're not alone.

Hey, little fella.

Are you hungry?

Here you go.

Something tells me
he's not exactly a herbivore.

I must find my friends.

We entered your forest together.

Will. John.

Where are they?
I must help them.

You will never
reach them in time.

No.

Please!

I'll have your men
brought here.

You shall all be safe
as long as you are among us.

Alina cannot harm you

for she has been banished
from our forest.

Alina?

That thing?

Do you mean to say
it has a name?

You must believe me.
I never intended to lead them here.

It is as you say,
we're of the same class.

You and I are nothing alike.

I have no choice
but to do as he asks.

Each of us has a choice.

You simply made yours selfishly.

You do not understand.

What are you?

Sylvan:
Though she was born a Sylvan,

Alina's mother Saffira

never felt she belonged among us.

She never felt
the laws applied to her.

One day curiosity led her

to seek out the world
beyond the Dark Woods.

She returned weeks later,

her womb flush
with the seed of life.

She refused to divulge
what had happened to her.

When Alina was born,
she was fine, healthy.

But Saffira herself was not.

Her experience
in the world beyond

had changed her.

But like many Sylvans,
she was immortal.

Last I knew there was only
one way to cure her condition...

the desmoria.

Alina:
You must understand.

The Sylvan society is
one of order and perfection.

There's nothing out of place

except for my mother and me,

her half-breed child;

both of us shunned,

until they forced her
to ingest the desmoria.

Desmoria?

A very rare mystical plant.

They called it a cure.

It was really a punishment

for breaking the law
and leaving the Dark Woods.

And this desmoria...

it killed her?

It took away
her immortality.

And then they killed her.

After my mother was gone,

the others refused
to accept me.

In their mind,
I would always be an outsider,

a constant reminder
of my mother's defiance,

a blight on their perfect utopia.

And thus I spent
a great deal of time by myself.

Each day I ventured further and further
away from the Temple of the Elders,

all the others,

my mind filled
with the many stories

my mother had told
of life beyond the woods.

And then one day
I found it...

the entrance to your world.

It was more beautiful
than my mother had said

or than I'd ever imagined.

It was then I discovered

that which had laid dormant
inside me all those years.

Sylvan: Alina crossed
the threshold into your world,

thereby unleashing the curse
her mother had inflicted upon her.

I followed her,

saw her for
what she really was...

a creature that lives
only to harm and destroy.

A monster.

It was agreed

she must either succumb
and take the desmoria

or be cast out of
the Dark Woods forever.

So I chose to live
among your kind.

I quickly realized that while your world
holds the key to my affection...

sunlight...

it also held it
in great abundance.

And the creature
that killed Robert's father...

it was you, wasn't it?

I'm afraid I don't know
what you're talking about.

Three men encounter
a strange winged creature

found in the king's forest.

Roland and William,
his successor,

are killed
battling this creature.

Malcolm becomes sheriff.

And now all these years later...

the winged creature
suddenly returns.

I remember that day.

One man fell by the claws
of the beast, it's true,

but the other...
it was him.

I've remained his prisoner
ever since.

He promised to do what I cannot...
fetch the desmoria.

And you took this man
at his word?

I must.

He took the very beating heart
from my chest.

Only he knows
where it may be.

Robin:
I don't understand.

Where has this half-woman
half-beast been all this time?

Why has she
suddenly reappeared?

The man you stand
in defiance against...

The sheriff.

...he alone knows
the answer to that question.

- John. Will.
- John: Robin.

He has lost
much life blood.

Will he be all right?

Time will tell.

The chest.

Prince John will be pleased.

Of that I'm not so sure.

Family heirloom, eh?

Well, no wonder he didn't want this
falling into the wrong hands.

What is that, milord?

Bring the Lady Marian
to me at once.

Where can I find it?

The Tree of Life can be found
atop the Weeping Wall,

a half a day's walk
to the north.

Can you take us there?

We choose not to become involved
in matters that concern your world.

The beast wouldn't be
in our world

had you not
kicked it out of yours.

If the power of men like the sheriff
is allowed to continue unchecked,

it may only be a matter of time before
their tyranny spreads to your world.

It is simply
the way it must be.

It is the law of the woods.

Where I come from,

it is men, not the trees
who make the laws.

Right then.

Will, are you all right?
Can you walk?

Yeah, well enough.

Robin, wait.
What are you doing?

These people have no desire
to help us.

Right now we're the only chance
anyone has of stopping this creature,

thwarting the sheriff's plans
and putting all this right again.

And we haven't time
to stand here talking about it.

Malcolm: Ah, the Lady Marian.
Please sit.

That will be all.

STell me about
your new friend,

the outlaw thief
who's terrorizing Sherwood,

trespassing in the king's forest,

plundering whatever
and from whomever he sees fit.

He's the most heroic man
I've ever known.

No true hero
would disgrace his country

by stealing from her
in so bold a manner.

I wonder.

Does the same hold true
for sheriffs and princes as well?

Ah, well,

I don't think we'll have to worry about
His Highness Prince John much longer.

Why?

You see, I've recovered this.

It was a gift sent up
from Eden's Gate,

stolen by your golden archer,

a gift intended for
the royal family of Austria

at your wedding.

You can keep it.

The wedding's been canceled.

But, my dear,

you don't even know
what's inside.

Money and power are the only things
men of your kind care about

and only one's fit
to be put in a chest.

On the contrary,

this parchment was inside.

It specifies King Richard's
whereabouts.

Apparently your hand
in marriage

and a cartful of gold

were payment for
King Richard's assassination.

Making England
a vassal state to Austria.

Unless I should
turn this over to the people,

in which case
they'll be clamoring

to see Prince John
swing from the gallows.

After your hero,
of course.

So much power.

Pardon?

It's just...

you have so much power
at your disposal.

- If only...
- If only what?

Never mind, Your Lordship.
It's hardly my place to say.

Please speak freely.
I insist.

By possessing that parchment

as proof of
Prince John's treachery,

you have an opportunity to succeed
where the prince has failed...

by currying favor
with the people.

Then use your knowledge.

Think of all
that could come of it.

You'd be heralded a hero,

your legend greater even
than that of Robin Hood himself.

You are
a shrewd young woman.

I'm beginning to think
the wrong Fitzwater

has held a seat on the council
all these years.

But there may be
a place for you yet,

given that your father was so eager
to secure his own nobility.

He agreed to trade
your chastity to Austria.

I wonder what he'd give
for the safe return of his daughter.

Let me and the boy go
and I'll give it back.

You'd use me as a lure
to get to Robin Hood.

Now you have a choice...

the prince or Robin Hood.

Whom do you wish
to see fall more?

You'd best make up
your mind quickly.

Burn it!

The very knowledge
of its mere existence

is proof enough to put
Prince John in his place.

Very well then.

Such a spirited girl.

Will: So he said this plant,
the desmoria, is where?

Up at the top.

I don't see a plant.

I don't see a top.

Well, there's only
one way to find out.

Will, you stay here.

You'll need your strength
for when we return to Sherwood.

John!

- Hang on.
- Don't have much choice at this point.

Are you all right?

All the way up there, eh?

Shall we proceed?

I'm afraid my love for gooseberry tarts
has caught up with me.

The fact that
you've come this far

is more than
any man could ask.

For the promise
of good companionship

and the occasional hot meal,

I'd follow you to the fiery furnaces
of hell, Rob, you know that.

I'll see you on the ground.

All right.

Robin?

I'm all right.

Is that it then?
The desmoria?

All right, can we leave
this cursed place now?

- Yes.
- Finally.

If I never see these woods again,
it'll be too soon.

So the people's champion
has returned at last.

Where are your companions?

Looking down from heaven

and listening even now,
I should hope.

The Dark Woods are fraught
with many dangers.

I myself barely escaped.

Sir Guy, relieve our hero
of his prize.

Tell your man

if he values his life,
he'll stand down.

I'm beginning to see why you two
got on so well, Marian.

You share
a healthy enthusiasm

for arrogant defiance.

You may be comforted to know

that your comrades' deaths
were mercifully swift.

Is that the same mercy

you showed my father
that day in Sherwood Forest?

So it is you.

Take him!

No! Robin!

The desmoria.

My liege!

Let her go.

I no longer
have a need of her.

Spread the word
far and wide

that tomorrow will be
a most joyous day in Nottingham,

for the villainous outlaw Robin Hood
will be hanged

along with
his thieving young friend

and his beautiful
but treacherous consort.

Marian: All this time you've known
that Malcolm killed your father

and yet you've
never told anyone.

Robin:
I was only a boy.

My father was murdered
so that he would be silenced.

I simply could not risk
anyone else I cared for

suffering the same fate.

Mark my word...

to my last breath,

I will see to it that he suffers
an eternity in hell...

and you with the man
to whom your heart belongs.

Robin.

There's something I must tell you
about my engagement.

Despair not, milady.
All is not lost.

If you and I cannot
be together, then...

I will see to it
that Leopold has his bride.

Oh, for heaven's sake,

if you would just listen
for a moment.

Here.

I figure you must be
starving by now.

Not really.
I've lost my appetite.

All right, I'd say we've got about
five hours to reach Nottingham,

get in the castle
and break them out of the dungeon.

Guess all we need now
is a plan.

Ah, Your Highness.

A most excellent day for a hanging,
don't you think?

A bit brisk for my taste.

Merely the winds of change.

When the people
gather here at midday

to see Robin Hood
finally brought to justice,

they will witness
the birth of a new order,

a new England.

Marian:
Would you stop pacing?

I'm plotting.

Then perhaps you could try and plot
a bit more quietly then.

If only we could
get word to your father.

Yes, I know.
But how?

I'm working on it.

Gareth, you managed
to swipe that?

Now if we only had a bow to go with it,
you might have something.

Good man.

Give it here.

Now what?

The keys.

I can hit them from here.

That's a one-in-a-million shot.

Well, lucky for you,

you happen to be incarcerated
with a one-in-a-million sort of fellow.

Assuming you could get that arrow
through that ring of keys

with that contraption
and not wake the guard,

you'd need some way
of getting them from there to here.

Oh.

Here we go.

Godspeed,
my great archer.

You've missed!

Keys but not the table.

Good work, Gareth.

Idiot!

Robin!

Gareth!
Let me out.

Hand me this one.

Little John, Will.

What are you two
doing here?

We came to rescue you.

And we got captured.

It all sort of worked out
though, didn't it?

Uh, a little help here!

Right.

Guard!

All right, Little John,
take them to Sherwood.

Meet me by the great elm
along the North Road.

You're not coming with us?

I've got to get the parchment
from the sheriff.

With it, we can bring down
both he and the prince.

But the sheriff doesn't
have the parchment.

- What parchment?
- But I thought you said

- you saw the parchment?
- It's gone.

- I burnt it.
- Whatever for?

- It was meant as a bluff.
- A bluff?

- I was trying to escape.
- You should never bluff.

Well, I'm sorry, but given
the circumstances, I didn't...

Would someone please explain
what the devil's going on?

Allow me.

This is the point where
the legend of Robin Hood ends

and the legend
of Malcolm the Great begins.

I was only planning
a hanging for three,

but the more the merrier.

Let them go.
This is between us.

It always has been.

I'll deal with him.
Watch the others.

I've waited
a long time for this.

That makes two of us.

I promise you,

this is one fight
you'll walk away from

with more than
just a scar.

And I promise you it's one
you'll not walk away from.

Robin!

You won't do it.

I've turned your most ardent
followers against you,

but we both know the truth...

you're no killer.

I am but what
you have made me.

- Robin!

Any last words, thief?

I have been robbed...

of home

of country and of family.

I have nothing left to lose,

thus nothing left to fear.

Not even death!

Noble and valiant
to the end,

just like your father.

Kill me and you'll never know
where it's hidden.

Take the desmoria,
you'll become one of them.

But without your heart
you'll die like one of them.

No!

Well then, Nottingham
certainly owes you a great debt.

As do I.

I hereby declare you
no longer betrothed

to Leopold of Austria.

Thank you,
Your Highness.

And the parchment?

Where is it now?

Robin: Somewhere safe...

where it shall remain.

Your brother Richard
is a great man.

All of Sherwood
will be anxious to see

how you manage
his safe return.

What was that
you said before about bluffing?

That one should only do it if one is
absolutely sure it will work, milady.

She could have
lived forever.

That wasn't living.

She's free now.

So are you.

Robin, I think there might be a boy
underneath all this dirt.

What will you do now?

Rebuild... there.

Let Sherwood remain our home
until Richard returns to Nottingham.

Let it be mine as well.

And I shall remain
simply Marian

until such a time that...

I can be properly wed
in the eyes of the king

to the man that I love

and of my own volition.

Perhaps here at the friar's
church then?

I rather like that idea.

You assume, Robert of Locksley,

that by properly wed
I meant to you.