Robin Hood (1984–1986): Season 1, Episode 5 - The King's Fool - full transcript
The outlaws save the life of Chevalier Deguise, who later turns out to be a disguised King Richard returning from imprisonment in the holy land. The King promises to pardon Robin and his gang members on condition that they go to fight for England and their King in the wars in Normandy. Robin agrees, but soon his band members begin to walk out on him, realising that something is not quite right with the King and all his promises.
- So, you fight among yourselves?
- They're not my men.
- You're outlaws?
- Yes. But not cut throats.
- You saved my life.
- I wanted his.
Why?
He's killed
and robbed our people.
- Your people?
- The people of Sherwood.
- Ah! You talk as if they belong to you.
- No man belongs to another.
I can buy four Saracens in the slave
markets of Narbonne with my horse?
- You're talking gibberish, my friend.
- Well, here's a Saracen for you.
Try buying him with a thousand horses.
Salem.
Ali cum Salem.
- Herne protect us.
- Herne protect us.
King Richard!
King Richard...
What's your name.
Sir Knight?
I am the Chevalier Deguise.
Another fancy Frenchman.
- No. I'm English.
- With a name like that?
Names tell you nothing.
They tell me who my masters are.
If they're English,
why don't they speak it?
Whatever they speak
they have made this country what it is.
- Ah, but made it their money box.
- That's right John. They tax us to the hilt.
And fight among themselves
while we watch the cornfields burn.
- When King Richard returns ...
- Pigs'll fly.
- The ransom has been paid!
- That's what they tell us.
Half the nobles don't want him back.
His brother John certainly doesn't.
It's just another way to rob the poor.
- I tell you this ...
- Yon'll tell us nothing! Frenchman!
Come on, come on take me.
Come on!
Will...
Will!
Sit down!
More meat.
Thank you.
Much!
Some more ale
for our guest.
Your guest? Or your prisoner?
- Our guest.
- Aye.
Tuck!
The tournaments of Sherwood - eh?
To move - without a sound.
More than a game.
It's um..
time to pay us,
Sir Knight.
- Pay you?
- For the meal.
- But you said I was your guest.
- And so you are. One of many.
But they've each had to pay.
So much for your hospitality.
No er .. so much for the venison.
And so much for the ale.
D'you think I carry my money bags
with me when I go hunting?
- What about his horse?
- For a piece of venison?
That piece of venison
could hang the lot of us.
So,
If your horse is worth...
...four men...
...then that piece of meat
must be worth twice as much.
- It's not far to Nottingham.
- You'll be there by night-fall.
It'll give you a good appetite,
won't it?
I'll make a bargain with you.
Single combat.
Winner keeps the horse.
- You're on.
- No, no, no bloodshed.
A wrestling match.
- Oh! He's yours Tuck.
- Um...
Well? Why not?
I need a horse.
Oh John! Ha, ha, ha.
Come on John. . .
Keep him movin' John.
Come on John!
Get hold of him John! Push John!
Come on!
Come on! Come on!
First fall.
Lift him John!
I ride to Nottingham.
Who are you?
Lion-heart.
I want them alive Mercadier!
So!
Still in Germany am I?
Still in prison.
The nobles kept the ransom did they?
Pigs will fly when I return.
Well, where are they?
Nesting?
- My Lord King ...
- Be silent in our presence!
Yes. I was hunting.
Hunting a young wolfshead
called Robin Hood.
In Normandy - in Anjou and Aquitaine
even in Germany -I've heard the stories,
Of You and the Sheriff using this forest...
My forest!
As your battleground?
Oh yes I have heard all about you
your ambushes,
your robberies, your tricks.
I have heard enough to hang
each one of you a dozen times over.
Ha, ha, God's legs,
you're a wild lad, Robin.
But you saved the life of your king.
And that wipes the slate clean.
El Sahid, Saladin ma haute.
Salem
Salem ma ha.
Salem, Lord King Richard.
You dine with me
in Nottingham tonight.
I wrestled with
the King of England
Did you know
he was the King, Robin?
Where's his crown?
Has he lost it?
No Much.
He should've worn it then, shouldn't he?
Then we'd've known who he was.
Are you going to Nottingham?
"The slate's wiped clean".
He said so.
I know what he said.
What if he changes his mind?
He's pardoned you, Will.
I trust very few people.
I'm lookin' at all of 'em.
I'd die for each one of you,
but there's no way I'm going
to Nottingham.
Lovely rosy apples.
Apples and oranges.
Apples and oranges.
Rosy and white.
Throw down your arms.
Bow.
All Normandy east of the Seine?
Except for Rouen.
What else has
my little brother John given away?
Pardon me, my liege.
Pardon me, my liege.
What is it, man?
I bring a gift,
my Lord King.
A gift, eh. Well, let's see it!
The infamous wolfshead
Robin Hood, my liege!
And these men
are some of his followers.
The woman was the Lord Abbot Hugo's ward
until this villain dishonoured her.
That's a lie!
This renegade monk was
the Sheriff's chaplain.
They were creeping towards the castle
when I ambushed them.
An ambush eh.
Excellent.
Did they intend to scale the castle walls
and put us all to the sword?
Or...
did they intend to surround us
and lay siege to us?
- Hardly my Lord King ...
- Hardly!
- Well what did they intend?
- Sir, I ...
Suppose I told you
that I sent for them.
- Sent for them?
- Sent for them Gisburne.
Demanded their presence here.
But why should they come?
Because I am
the King of England.
Untie them boy!
Thank you boy.
My lords!
Unknown to you,
I hunted in Sherwood today.
Not as the King,
but as the Chevalier Deguise,
the knight disguised.
This man was my quarry.
But when my life was threatened
he proved himself my champion.
I tell you, with two hundred men like this,
I could have taken Jerusalem!
Give 'em some food.
Speak man!
Lord King,
we thank you for your mercy.
It is true we hunt the deer.
But we can't live on grass.
Those people we robbed...
had money by the sackful.
The poor have nothing,
not even their freedom.
- They have become like ...
- Well said,
Well said,
A man of the people my lords.
Not afraid to speak
out against injustice and treachery.
Eat! Eat!
- I'll never get over this.
- Nor will the Sheriff by the look of him.
He's on shakey ground.
- Why's that?
- Because he supported Count John.
So did the Abbot.
Run with the hare
and hunt with the hounds, eh?
Aye, they're all for Richard now.
They'll buy their way back into favour.
- How can he let them?
- Oh, he'll let them.
Wild men of the woods!
They may look odd,
but what fighters Hubert,
what fighters!
I know the stories, Sire.
So do the people of England.
I have pardoned them Hubert.
That makes them mine.
The wolf has never served
the lion my liege.
Um. This one will.
Look at those animals!
Feeding at my table,
at my expense!
You're lucky to be alive.
You know...
- This was a deliberate humiliation!
- I know!
If you'd told me a month ago
that Robin Hood would be sitting ...
A month ago Richard was still a prisoner
in Germany, and you were still Sheriff.
The King's asking for you.
The King?
Aach! How did we get here?
They carried you.
- Who carried us?
- The soldiers.
The soldiers!?
Is there any more water
left in the bucket?
Yes.
Morning.
The French have taken Neubourg.
Probably Conches and Breteuil.
- What about Vermeuil?
- Oh! No news.
- It'll hold.
- Will it hold for a month?
- You'll need longer than that.
- Ah, Robin of Sherwood!
Will you fight with me in Normandy?
Normandy?
He's making the Abbot
give you back your lands.
And when the war's won
we'll all be made wardens in Sherwood.
- Fighting in Normandy.
- But what about me? I won't go back to the Abbey.
Well then be a friar,
and live in the forest with us.
Much!
- Go to Will and fetch him to Nottingham.
- Fetch him to Nottingham.
Robin?
What shall I tell him?
Tell him we're free.
Tell him we're fighting for the King.
Right.
Ranulf, Earl of Chester.
Waleran, Earl of Warwick.
Walter of Coutances,
Archbishop of Rouen.
I wouldn't trust any of this lot further
than I could spit.
William de Albini,
Earl of Arundel.
Where's the Sheriff?
Ha, ha. He won't be here yet.
He's well down in the pecking order.
- Now we're not going to panic, Hugo.
- I'm not panicking.
Imagine pardoning Robin Hood!
The sooner Richard's out of England again,
the better!
Know that we have summoned
you here to sit
in judgement on our most
perfidious brother John, Count of Mortain.
Through his perfidy Philip of France
now ravages Normandy.
Vaudreuil is lost.
Vendome is lost.
The castles of the Tourainne.
As far south as Sens,
our vassals now give homage to France.
Yet, in England...
In England we have pardoned all
who have opposed us,
even here in Nottingham.
But...
Mercy must be paid for.
So must power.
So must privilege.
At our crowning we bestowed many appointments,
many positions of authority.
Here we go.
They were on lease my lords.
Their term is up.
This isn't a council,
it's an auction.
- The King's given us a pardon. We're free men.
- Much, listen to me!
Don't trust the King. Give this to Robin.
Tell him, don't trust the King.
My lords,
this man follows me to Normandy.
They're all eating out of your hand.
That was an omen.
Omen?
Don't be silly.
My bow-string snapped.
Don't go to Normandy.
Please...
I've given my word.
We'll be Wardens in Sherwood.
You'll have your lands.
I don't care.
I'll come back.
I promise.
Nasir's gone.
- Gone?
- I saw him. Heading for Sherwood.
- He'll be back.
- No,
He's gone for good.
- We won't see him again.
- Why?
- Look maybe he sees things clearer than you do.
- What's that mean?
-You've played into Richard's hands haven't you?
-What are you talking about John?
I mean he's pardoned us.
Oh yes, and mercy has to be paid for.
You heard him.
- Listen to me John!
- I'm tired of listening to you.
He's used you,
he's used all of us to humble the Sheriff
by parading us in front of him.
- Well what's wrong with that?
- You can't see it, can you?
No.
We're his pets.
The wolves clever King Richard
trapped and tamed.
- That' s enough, John!
-You're dazzled by him aren't you?
He's only to snap his fingers and you're
running round his legs like a little dog, eh?
Say something funny Robin.
Show us some sword-play.
Let's see your skill with the long-bow.
Tell us how to run the country.
- D'you really think he listens?
- Know he listens.
Ha, he's laughing at you.
They all are.
What does he care about England?
How long's he ever spent here?
A few months and he's off again isn't he
when he's drained the country of money.
-You were a serf. He gave you your freedom.
-Oh yes, to die for him in Normandy!
- We could've died in Sherwood!
- Then I'll choose Sherwood!
Come on lad!
John!
I loved you Robin.
You were the Hooded Man,
Herne's Son,
the people's hope
Now...
now you're the King's fool!
Little John!
Martin!
And how many soldiers?
- A hundred Sire.
- Two hundred.
Ha, but my liege.
William de Bracy wants the Sheriffship.
It seems a lucrative position.
Two hundred.
- Robin?
- Where's Will?
He told me to say,
to say goodbye.
I saw Little John and Martin.
Where are they going?
Robin?
Why was Little John crying.
Will told me to give you this.
It's from Herne.
Beware the lion ,
spawned of the Devil's Brood.
- Are you deserting me too?
- No Robin.
And I'll never leave you, little flower.
The King put the Sheriff back.
I said he would, didn't I?
And that's not all...Not by a long chalk.
The Great Council will wring
every penny out of the people.
I tell you they'll finish up with nothing.
I'm going to the King.
What-walk in the lion's den?
D'you think you're Daniel?
- Tuck's right.
- Why should he listen, to you?
I'll make him!
And then if John, Count of Mortain,
does not answer the King' s Summons
within forty days, it is the judgement
of this Council that he be disinherited ....
- My Lord King?
- Did we send for you?
- No sire.
- Then leave us.
- But, sire ...
- You heard His Majesty!
You said it pleased your Majesty
that I wasn't afraid to speak honestly.
The poor gave willingly to set you free.
How can you ask more of them?
So now you rebuke your King
like any licenced fool.
Shall I take away your sword
and give you a pig's bladder to beat me with?
No Robin.
Spare me your words.
Give me your strength and your courage.
Eh, my lords?
Aye.
Pray continue my lord.
That he be disinherited,
not only from all lands possessed by him at present,
but from all honours
he might hope to have.
- How say you my lords?
- Aye!
Send the Sheriff to me tonight.
I was wrong...
from the beginning.
He's a warrior.
Nothing else matters to him.
And he'll leave England to the mercy
of people like the Sheriff.
You sent for me my liege?
Are you loyal, De Rainault?
Can we trust you?
- With your life Sire.
- That won't be necessary.
You know us to be merciful?
Indeed Sire.
- Perhaps too merciful.
- Sire?
The wolfshead - Robin Hood.
You saw him today. His arrogance.
He could cause trouble, De Rainault.
- He could my liege. And will.
I want him dead.
I want all of them dead.
Most of them have left him Sire.
All but the girl,
the monk and the half-wit boy.
Well that should make it easy for you,
shouldn't it?
Yes my liege.
But no one must know.
Remember, I pardoned him.
It's important to preserve that memory
in the minds of the people.
Of course.
- Who's going to do it?
- Sir Guy of Gisburne.
Is he discreet?
Yes my lord.
Tell him there'll be some land
in it for him.
- Very generous, my liege.
- Not that generous. It's in Wales.
Well,
we leave the matter in your hands.
- Thank you, my lord.
Get off me!
Robin? Get off!
Leave him alone,
he's only ... he's only a boy. Ah!
Hang up the boy with the friar!
Get down the ladder!
Run now!
Robin!
Marion?
Much! Tuck!
Hold her!
Her legs!
Marion...
oh Marion...
I love you.
Be still my love.
I'm cold.
Where are we?
Riannon's Wheel.
Robin...
Pull out the arrow.
Oh please.
If you love me.
You know I love you.
Oh! Pull out the arrow!
Herne, Lord of the trees,
I call on you.
The powers of light
and darkness are with you.
Take out the arrow.
The Wheel turns.
Robin!
- They're not my men.
- You're outlaws?
- Yes. But not cut throats.
- You saved my life.
- I wanted his.
Why?
He's killed
and robbed our people.
- Your people?
- The people of Sherwood.
- Ah! You talk as if they belong to you.
- No man belongs to another.
I can buy four Saracens in the slave
markets of Narbonne with my horse?
- You're talking gibberish, my friend.
- Well, here's a Saracen for you.
Try buying him with a thousand horses.
Salem.
Ali cum Salem.
- Herne protect us.
- Herne protect us.
King Richard!
King Richard...
What's your name.
Sir Knight?
I am the Chevalier Deguise.
Another fancy Frenchman.
- No. I'm English.
- With a name like that?
Names tell you nothing.
They tell me who my masters are.
If they're English,
why don't they speak it?
Whatever they speak
they have made this country what it is.
- Ah, but made it their money box.
- That's right John. They tax us to the hilt.
And fight among themselves
while we watch the cornfields burn.
- When King Richard returns ...
- Pigs'll fly.
- The ransom has been paid!
- That's what they tell us.
Half the nobles don't want him back.
His brother John certainly doesn't.
It's just another way to rob the poor.
- I tell you this ...
- Yon'll tell us nothing! Frenchman!
Come on, come on take me.
Come on!
Will...
Will!
Sit down!
More meat.
Thank you.
Much!
Some more ale
for our guest.
Your guest? Or your prisoner?
- Our guest.
- Aye.
Tuck!
The tournaments of Sherwood - eh?
To move - without a sound.
More than a game.
It's um..
time to pay us,
Sir Knight.
- Pay you?
- For the meal.
- But you said I was your guest.
- And so you are. One of many.
But they've each had to pay.
So much for your hospitality.
No er .. so much for the venison.
And so much for the ale.
D'you think I carry my money bags
with me when I go hunting?
- What about his horse?
- For a piece of venison?
That piece of venison
could hang the lot of us.
So,
If your horse is worth...
...four men...
...then that piece of meat
must be worth twice as much.
- It's not far to Nottingham.
- You'll be there by night-fall.
It'll give you a good appetite,
won't it?
I'll make a bargain with you.
Single combat.
Winner keeps the horse.
- You're on.
- No, no, no bloodshed.
A wrestling match.
- Oh! He's yours Tuck.
- Um...
Well? Why not?
I need a horse.
Oh John! Ha, ha, ha.
Come on John. . .
Keep him movin' John.
Come on John!
Get hold of him John! Push John!
Come on!
Come on! Come on!
First fall.
Lift him John!
I ride to Nottingham.
Who are you?
Lion-heart.
I want them alive Mercadier!
So!
Still in Germany am I?
Still in prison.
The nobles kept the ransom did they?
Pigs will fly when I return.
Well, where are they?
Nesting?
- My Lord King ...
- Be silent in our presence!
Yes. I was hunting.
Hunting a young wolfshead
called Robin Hood.
In Normandy - in Anjou and Aquitaine
even in Germany -I've heard the stories,
Of You and the Sheriff using this forest...
My forest!
As your battleground?
Oh yes I have heard all about you
your ambushes,
your robberies, your tricks.
I have heard enough to hang
each one of you a dozen times over.
Ha, ha, God's legs,
you're a wild lad, Robin.
But you saved the life of your king.
And that wipes the slate clean.
El Sahid, Saladin ma haute.
Salem
Salem ma ha.
Salem, Lord King Richard.
You dine with me
in Nottingham tonight.
I wrestled with
the King of England
Did you know
he was the King, Robin?
Where's his crown?
Has he lost it?
No Much.
He should've worn it then, shouldn't he?
Then we'd've known who he was.
Are you going to Nottingham?
"The slate's wiped clean".
He said so.
I know what he said.
What if he changes his mind?
He's pardoned you, Will.
I trust very few people.
I'm lookin' at all of 'em.
I'd die for each one of you,
but there's no way I'm going
to Nottingham.
Lovely rosy apples.
Apples and oranges.
Apples and oranges.
Rosy and white.
Throw down your arms.
Bow.
All Normandy east of the Seine?
Except for Rouen.
What else has
my little brother John given away?
Pardon me, my liege.
Pardon me, my liege.
What is it, man?
I bring a gift,
my Lord King.
A gift, eh. Well, let's see it!
The infamous wolfshead
Robin Hood, my liege!
And these men
are some of his followers.
The woman was the Lord Abbot Hugo's ward
until this villain dishonoured her.
That's a lie!
This renegade monk was
the Sheriff's chaplain.
They were creeping towards the castle
when I ambushed them.
An ambush eh.
Excellent.
Did they intend to scale the castle walls
and put us all to the sword?
Or...
did they intend to surround us
and lay siege to us?
- Hardly my Lord King ...
- Hardly!
- Well what did they intend?
- Sir, I ...
Suppose I told you
that I sent for them.
- Sent for them?
- Sent for them Gisburne.
Demanded their presence here.
But why should they come?
Because I am
the King of England.
Untie them boy!
Thank you boy.
My lords!
Unknown to you,
I hunted in Sherwood today.
Not as the King,
but as the Chevalier Deguise,
the knight disguised.
This man was my quarry.
But when my life was threatened
he proved himself my champion.
I tell you, with two hundred men like this,
I could have taken Jerusalem!
Give 'em some food.
Speak man!
Lord King,
we thank you for your mercy.
It is true we hunt the deer.
But we can't live on grass.
Those people we robbed...
had money by the sackful.
The poor have nothing,
not even their freedom.
- They have become like ...
- Well said,
Well said,
A man of the people my lords.
Not afraid to speak
out against injustice and treachery.
Eat! Eat!
- I'll never get over this.
- Nor will the Sheriff by the look of him.
He's on shakey ground.
- Why's that?
- Because he supported Count John.
So did the Abbot.
Run with the hare
and hunt with the hounds, eh?
Aye, they're all for Richard now.
They'll buy their way back into favour.
- How can he let them?
- Oh, he'll let them.
Wild men of the woods!
They may look odd,
but what fighters Hubert,
what fighters!
I know the stories, Sire.
So do the people of England.
I have pardoned them Hubert.
That makes them mine.
The wolf has never served
the lion my liege.
Um. This one will.
Look at those animals!
Feeding at my table,
at my expense!
You're lucky to be alive.
You know...
- This was a deliberate humiliation!
- I know!
If you'd told me a month ago
that Robin Hood would be sitting ...
A month ago Richard was still a prisoner
in Germany, and you were still Sheriff.
The King's asking for you.
The King?
Aach! How did we get here?
They carried you.
- Who carried us?
- The soldiers.
The soldiers!?
Is there any more water
left in the bucket?
Yes.
Morning.
The French have taken Neubourg.
Probably Conches and Breteuil.
- What about Vermeuil?
- Oh! No news.
- It'll hold.
- Will it hold for a month?
- You'll need longer than that.
- Ah, Robin of Sherwood!
Will you fight with me in Normandy?
Normandy?
He's making the Abbot
give you back your lands.
And when the war's won
we'll all be made wardens in Sherwood.
- Fighting in Normandy.
- But what about me? I won't go back to the Abbey.
Well then be a friar,
and live in the forest with us.
Much!
- Go to Will and fetch him to Nottingham.
- Fetch him to Nottingham.
Robin?
What shall I tell him?
Tell him we're free.
Tell him we're fighting for the King.
Right.
Ranulf, Earl of Chester.
Waleran, Earl of Warwick.
Walter of Coutances,
Archbishop of Rouen.
I wouldn't trust any of this lot further
than I could spit.
William de Albini,
Earl of Arundel.
Where's the Sheriff?
Ha, ha. He won't be here yet.
He's well down in the pecking order.
- Now we're not going to panic, Hugo.
- I'm not panicking.
Imagine pardoning Robin Hood!
The sooner Richard's out of England again,
the better!
Know that we have summoned
you here to sit
in judgement on our most
perfidious brother John, Count of Mortain.
Through his perfidy Philip of France
now ravages Normandy.
Vaudreuil is lost.
Vendome is lost.
The castles of the Tourainne.
As far south as Sens,
our vassals now give homage to France.
Yet, in England...
In England we have pardoned all
who have opposed us,
even here in Nottingham.
But...
Mercy must be paid for.
So must power.
So must privilege.
At our crowning we bestowed many appointments,
many positions of authority.
Here we go.
They were on lease my lords.
Their term is up.
This isn't a council,
it's an auction.
- The King's given us a pardon. We're free men.
- Much, listen to me!
Don't trust the King. Give this to Robin.
Tell him, don't trust the King.
My lords,
this man follows me to Normandy.
They're all eating out of your hand.
That was an omen.
Omen?
Don't be silly.
My bow-string snapped.
Don't go to Normandy.
Please...
I've given my word.
We'll be Wardens in Sherwood.
You'll have your lands.
I don't care.
I'll come back.
I promise.
Nasir's gone.
- Gone?
- I saw him. Heading for Sherwood.
- He'll be back.
- No,
He's gone for good.
- We won't see him again.
- Why?
- Look maybe he sees things clearer than you do.
- What's that mean?
-You've played into Richard's hands haven't you?
-What are you talking about John?
I mean he's pardoned us.
Oh yes, and mercy has to be paid for.
You heard him.
- Listen to me John!
- I'm tired of listening to you.
He's used you,
he's used all of us to humble the Sheriff
by parading us in front of him.
- Well what's wrong with that?
- You can't see it, can you?
No.
We're his pets.
The wolves clever King Richard
trapped and tamed.
- That' s enough, John!
-You're dazzled by him aren't you?
He's only to snap his fingers and you're
running round his legs like a little dog, eh?
Say something funny Robin.
Show us some sword-play.
Let's see your skill with the long-bow.
Tell us how to run the country.
- D'you really think he listens?
- Know he listens.
Ha, he's laughing at you.
They all are.
What does he care about England?
How long's he ever spent here?
A few months and he's off again isn't he
when he's drained the country of money.
-You were a serf. He gave you your freedom.
-Oh yes, to die for him in Normandy!
- We could've died in Sherwood!
- Then I'll choose Sherwood!
Come on lad!
John!
I loved you Robin.
You were the Hooded Man,
Herne's Son,
the people's hope
Now...
now you're the King's fool!
Little John!
Martin!
And how many soldiers?
- A hundred Sire.
- Two hundred.
Ha, but my liege.
William de Bracy wants the Sheriffship.
It seems a lucrative position.
Two hundred.
- Robin?
- Where's Will?
He told me to say,
to say goodbye.
I saw Little John and Martin.
Where are they going?
Robin?
Why was Little John crying.
Will told me to give you this.
It's from Herne.
Beware the lion ,
spawned of the Devil's Brood.
- Are you deserting me too?
- No Robin.
And I'll never leave you, little flower.
The King put the Sheriff back.
I said he would, didn't I?
And that's not all...Not by a long chalk.
The Great Council will wring
every penny out of the people.
I tell you they'll finish up with nothing.
I'm going to the King.
What-walk in the lion's den?
D'you think you're Daniel?
- Tuck's right.
- Why should he listen, to you?
I'll make him!
And then if John, Count of Mortain,
does not answer the King' s Summons
within forty days, it is the judgement
of this Council that he be disinherited ....
- My Lord King?
- Did we send for you?
- No sire.
- Then leave us.
- But, sire ...
- You heard His Majesty!
You said it pleased your Majesty
that I wasn't afraid to speak honestly.
The poor gave willingly to set you free.
How can you ask more of them?
So now you rebuke your King
like any licenced fool.
Shall I take away your sword
and give you a pig's bladder to beat me with?
No Robin.
Spare me your words.
Give me your strength and your courage.
Eh, my lords?
Aye.
Pray continue my lord.
That he be disinherited,
not only from all lands possessed by him at present,
but from all honours
he might hope to have.
- How say you my lords?
- Aye!
Send the Sheriff to me tonight.
I was wrong...
from the beginning.
He's a warrior.
Nothing else matters to him.
And he'll leave England to the mercy
of people like the Sheriff.
You sent for me my liege?
Are you loyal, De Rainault?
Can we trust you?
- With your life Sire.
- That won't be necessary.
You know us to be merciful?
Indeed Sire.
- Perhaps too merciful.
- Sire?
The wolfshead - Robin Hood.
You saw him today. His arrogance.
He could cause trouble, De Rainault.
- He could my liege. And will.
I want him dead.
I want all of them dead.
Most of them have left him Sire.
All but the girl,
the monk and the half-wit boy.
Well that should make it easy for you,
shouldn't it?
Yes my liege.
But no one must know.
Remember, I pardoned him.
It's important to preserve that memory
in the minds of the people.
Of course.
- Who's going to do it?
- Sir Guy of Gisburne.
Is he discreet?
Yes my lord.
Tell him there'll be some land
in it for him.
- Very generous, my liege.
- Not that generous. It's in Wales.
Well,
we leave the matter in your hands.
- Thank you, my lord.
Get off me!
Robin? Get off!
Leave him alone,
he's only ... he's only a boy. Ah!
Hang up the boy with the friar!
Get down the ladder!
Run now!
Robin!
Marion?
Much! Tuck!
Hold her!
Her legs!
Marion...
oh Marion...
I love you.
Be still my love.
I'm cold.
Where are we?
Riannon's Wheel.
Robin...
Pull out the arrow.
Oh please.
If you love me.
You know I love you.
Oh! Pull out the arrow!
Herne, Lord of the trees,
I call on you.
The powers of light
and darkness are with you.
Take out the arrow.
The Wheel turns.
Robin!