All language subtitles for R H

-Previously on "Robin Hood."
-[sobbing]

-It's your mother.
-ROB: I am Saxon.

You are more than that.

You could kill the Sheriff
a thousand times over,

but it will destroy you.

WILL: You're the one
that needs saving.

I'm not the enemy.
I didn't kill your father.

Stop it!
Stop it, the both of you!

I came
to offer my sympathies.

I thought about you
every day.

I will pray for you.

GAMEWELL: Will's heading
to court to begin

his apprenticeship
as a page.

Might be that
you can go with him, Rob.

SHERIFF:
It falls to you to ensure

the garrison is incorruptible.

This is something
you will learn,

even if I must
beat it into you.

What are you doing here?
Are you mad?

I wanted to see you.
Will you come away with me?

Yes, Rob.
I will leave with you.

-Will you now?
-[grunting]

Aah!

MARIAN:
I'm leaving for London,

to the court
of Queen Eleanor.

Rob!

what are you doing here?

I'm here to say goodbye.

[groaning]

[thunder crashing]

Where are you going
with that fancy bow, laddie?

-They're the King's deer.
-You're not gonna hit one.

What have you done? Go!

Or you will owe
the King your head!

Norman murderer.

[dramatic music]

ROBIN HOOD

[thunder crashing]

HUGH: [echoing] Godda...

[echoing] See him...

[echoing, slow]
Make him your weapon.

[gasping]

[thunder crashing]

VOICE: Open the gate!

-Father?
-Stay in your room.

Move!

Get back!

What do we do?

Take him up the stairs.

And be quiet.

What's wrong?

It's Captain Lefors, sire.

He's been killed.

What?

SHERIFF:
How did it happen?

-We were attacked, sire.
-By whom?

Son of Locksley, my lord.

He was waiting for us
in the forest.

[thunder rumbling]

Revenge for his father,
I'd bet.

[thunder crashing]

Where's Locksley now?

[thunder crashing]

[panting]

[dramatic music]

[distant ethereal whooshing]

[overlapping ethereal whispers]

Who did this?

Young Locksley,

My Lady.

SHERIFF: Have his body
taken to the chapel.

Inform the bishop.

[soft sobbing]

[horse nickering]

Alive!
I want a public execution!

-MAN: Let's go!
-[horse neighing]

[neighing]

[sighing]

MARIAN: [echoing]
Marigold means Mary's gold.

My favorite flower, in fact.

[panting]

[exhaling]

[whimpering]

Father, what have I done?

Help me.

Godda, help me.

[horse neighing]

[approaching neighing]

[cattle bleating]

[horse neighing]

Where is the boy Locksley?

Rob?
We haven't seen him for days.

Which one was theirs?

What's going on?

They're looking for Rob.

My Lord, what did he do?

SOLDIER:
He's not there.

If Locksley
shows his face,

you bring him to Nottingham.

He's wanted for murder.

You two,
ride to the Western Ridge.

You three, to Leicester.

The rest of you, follow me.

[horse neighing]

Where are you going?

To Gamewell's.

[crackling softly]

[door opening]

[door creaking]

Milange, where have you been?

More men have been sent
to find Locksley.

Marian was with him
not long before she left.

She was sitting right there,
telling me about him.

Rob?

She snuck off to the forest
to be with him.

I think she loves him.

Then I hope
she knows how to grieve.

Because he's as good as dead.

-[insects buzzing, chirping]
-[owl hooting]

VOICE:
I can't walk anymore.

2nd VOICE:
These will help...

VOICE: We've been walking
for three days.

[soft chatter]

The head--
hands are burning.

Don't even think about it,
it's raw.

[owl hooting]

[soft chatter]

2nd MAN: How are you gonna
catch a deer?

Hey, there.

[chatter continues]

Hey!

-I mean no ill.
-What do you want?

-I smelled the food.
-Put the bow down.

-You put the knife down.
-Bow first.

There's three of us.

-Is he all right?
-Just spooked.

-Right, Henry?
-Mm-hmm.

-What're you doing out here?
-I was hunting.

-Got lost.
-Well, how'd you find us?

I heard you. I think
the whole forest can hear you.

Don't matter.

-There's no one out here.
-Who're you?

I'm Rob.

-Of Sherwood.
-Sherwood?

This is the Western Ridge,
and it's ours.

-Tell that to King Henry.
-The only Henry I know

is my brother there,
and he ain't very royal.

-You a king's man?
-No, I'm Saxon.

You want some mole?

-You're eating mole?
-Easy to catch.

Henry clubs 'em
when they come out the ground.

Smells ripe.

And the three of you are...

The Miller brothers.

I'm Ralph.
That's Drew.

He's Henry.

He doesn't say much,
does he?

Not since the day
he was born.

He speaks
in his own way, though.

Drew understands him,
gets along just fine that way.

Where's your ma and pa?

Dead.

Our pa's dead too.

Just our ma left now.
Widow Miller.

The sister of the woodcutter
whose daughter just married.

Yes, Isabel.

Henry showed
his pecker to her.

[laughing]

Not funny.

We are out here
because of you.

Henry shows
his pecker to people,

but only when he likes them.

[Henry chuckling]

I think my cousin
showed his...

pecker to her, as well.

What happened to him?

Well, he got sent
to the palace in London.

Hmm, hear that, Henry?

You could've gone to the palace

and shown your pecker
to the Queen.

[laughing]

Not yet.

[dramatic music]

MAN: Be quiet...

[distant chattering]

Marian of Huntingdon?

I am Celene De Fitzou.

Dame d'Honneur to Her Majesty.

Is that all you have?

[horse neighing]

Very well,
have your men bring it.

Come on.

This is the east wing,
we house on the third floor.

Scullery is that way,
and garderobes over there,

-one on every floor.
-Every floor?

Yes, the King likes his garters
and visits them frequently.

Much happens there,
as I'm sure you can imagine.

I'd rather not.

This way.

You're on duty
from sunrise to sunset,

that means ready before dawn.

You start with bed duties.

I hope you know
what a privilege it is

-to dress the Queen's bed.
-Oh, yes.

I've been dreaming
about changing bedsheets

my entire life.

-Where are you from?
-Nottingham.

How many dresses did
you bring, Nottingham?

Uh, two.

Three, with the one
I'm wearing.

Three dresses
to serve the Queen.

How quaint.

In time,
should you prove useful,

an allowance will be
made for more.

A girl may have as many dresses
as she has suitors.

If you're very fortunate,
you'll be asked

to visit the King
when he's here.

That is
what Eleanor grooms us for.

[soft chuckle]

I'm joking.

His Majesty
doesn't like maids.

[distant bell tolling]

[birds chirping]

You're a girl.

What I am is my business.

Hard enough fending
for my brothers out here alone.

No point in making it harder.

Well, you seem to be
fending just fine.

You're even hunting
without a bow.

Maybe tomorrow
you can teach me.

-It's not so easy.
-Nothing ever is.

Not for me, anyway.

All right,
we'll make you a bow.

Tomorrow then.

[door closes]

Did they capture him, Father?

Not yet.

He will be hard to find.
His kind are not like us.

We pass through the forest,
they are part of it.

No man can hide forever.

Even in the forest.

I cannot believe
Locksley would do such a thing.

Lefors was a captain
of the garrison.

His murder is
an affront to our name.

An affront to our name.

You chose to defile yourself
before marriage

with Lefors.

That child is
an affront to my name.

Put a reward
on Locksley's head.

Let the peasants
bring him in.

Now you give governance?!

What you suggest,
I have already done.

In the end, it's a reminder
to Nottingham

that we hold the noose.

Let the Saxons watch
Locksley swing...

and the rest will know
their place.

[cup thudding]

[door slams shut]

Did they say who?

They wouldn't send
soldiers like that

if he killed a Saxon.

They wouldn't care.

On my word
if I didn't tell Rob...

either he'd do some evil,
or some evil would be

done to him.

No one could see this.

What happened to Hugh, Joan.

-And now the boy.
-Like a terrible curse.

A curse will always
find evil in bad men.

Some are born wicked,
can't be helped.

We must find him.

[soft chuckle]

Then what?

If he's murdered
one of the sheriff's men,

he's as good as dead.

[sighing]

No...

no, he's best off
on his own.

If he knows what's good for him,
he'll stay in the forest.

And may God be with him.

SHERIFF:
He was a brave knight...

who fought beside me
in the Crusades.

May his Norman blood
purify the ground

where he is laid to rest.

[speaking in French]

[continuing in French]

Amen.

Be strong, Miss.

Huntingdon caused this,
not you.

[men grunting]

[soft music]

Three in a row.

Where'd you learn
to shoot like that?

My father.

He taught me
as soon as I could run.

He said
the bow teaches patience,

and never draw with anger
in your heart,

or you'll miss every time.

Taught you more
than archery, then.

Yes.

You ready?

The first thing,
mind your feet...

for you, right forward,
left squared.

And imagine a line

running through
to your target.

And when you draw...

you pull air
into your lungs.

That settles yourself.

And last...

you listen
to the wood itself.

It speaks to you...

and tells you
when the tension is right.

It does?

[soft chuckle]

[distant bird cawing]

Listen.

Do you hear it?

Hah! I-I hit it!

Only 'cause
Rob was helping you.

Well, I let it fly.

He aimed it for ya.

-Oh, piss off!
-Go on, do it again then.

All right, I will.

[blows raspberry]

[laughing]

Told you.

It takes practice.

I'll go fetch it.

[distant rustling]

Is that him?
Look at the arrow.

We've got the bastard.

Run him down!

-Hyah!
-[neighing]

Hey!

Get the bastard!

Aah!

Fulke!

No! He'll kill us! Go!

We need to leave here.
We should cross over the river.

Horses can't follow us there.

You're one of us now.

[groaning]

Can't go no more.

[thud, clatter]

Need to rest.

Go on.
[coughing]

Leave me water.

-I'll ride fast. Yah!
-[horse neighing]

[dramatic music]

Your Eminence.

An unexpected pleasure.

Is he here?

I come with grave news.

HUNTINGDON:
A heinous crime.

Indeed.

I know this boy.

I told the Sheriff
Locksley was a bad seed,

dangerous like his father.

He'll be made an example of.

And which part of the reward

would the Sheriff
like me to pay?

Oh, a hundred ducats.

For the head of a Saxon boy?

I could buy three fields
for a hundred ducats,

or 30 cattle.

It was your wish
to have Locksley arrested,

which gave birth
to a vengeful son,

who must now be caught
and hanged.

You are the father
of all this.

For whatever one sows,
that shall he also reap.

You must do what is right.

And do you reap, my good bishop?
More coin than you can spend?

What did the Sheriff
promise you?

One of these days,

your belly will fall open,

and all of your greed...

will spill out.

Instead of contributing
to the reward,

I'll join the hunt,
I'll kill the boy,

and I'll take your half.

[panting]

Where's Fulke?

Dead, Locksley got him.

-[bell clanging]
-Hear now!

The good Sheriff has
placed a reward

of 200 ducats

for the murderer
Robert of Locksley!

[clanging]

Hear now!
The good Sheriff

has placed
a reward of 200 ducats

for the murderer
Robert of Locksley!

I saw him
on the Western Ridge,

hiding out
with the poachers.

Then he won't be
at the Western Ridge no more.

[dramatic music]

[tense music]

[birds chirping]

There's a criminal on the run
in Sherwood Forest.

The Sheriff and his men are
hunting him.

We will join in that hunt.

-It'll make men of you.
-Who is it?

Robert of Locksley.

The son of the man
who was hanged?

What did he do?

Murdered one
of the sheriff's men.

We should send word
to Marian.

No, you'll not
send word to Marian.

You'll go with Bernard
and do exactly as he says.

Do you regret quarreling
with his father?

How dare you question me.

You think I'll send you away
to the palace like her?

No! I'll disown you,
make you Norman without a name,

then we'll see
what you question.

Get out.

Get them ready.

We need to find Locksley
before the Sheriff.

[dramatic music]

[rhythmic panting]

You said you'd be quick.

I lied terribly.

-And I'm not sorry.
-Neither am I.

You're warm as summer wine.
That's hardly my fault.

You're not much of a poet.

-I'm still in training.
-[laughing]

[rhythmic panting]

[ecstatic moaning]

-[muffled moaning]
-[shushing]

Ssh!

-[sighing]
-You'll awake the saints.

You promise
to take me riding?

One more moment.

You said that
multiple times.

I lie often.

It's a bad habit.

These, Marian,
are the servants' quarters.

Ignore the smell,
it's mostly perfume and...

Sin.

Hm.

As I was saying.

This is Marian of Huntingdon.

Marian...

[distant bell tolling]

Marian!
Wait! It's Will.

I know. Will...
what are you doing here?

Moving up in life,
according to my father.

And you?

Moving down,
according to mine.

[soft chuckle]

What of Rob?

Have you any word?
How is he?

Last I saw Rob was
a few weeks ago.

He was angry and quite lost.

It's a tragic thing
to lose both your parents.

And your cousin, too.

[sighing]

You'd do well
to forget Rob, Marian.

You'll make new friends here.

Trust me.

Then I look forward to sharing
stories of Sherwood with them.

For I miss
the forest dearly.

Most of all,

I miss Rob.

[horses neighing]

[dramatic music]

Bled out.

-Should we bury him?
-No.

He's for the forest now.

-Sheriff.
-Huntingdon.

We heard the boy was spotted.

WARIN: It was me
that saw him, sire.

Straight on west,
they ran from here.

"They"--
so he's being helped.

There's more than one of them.

Can't be more
than half a day ahead of us.

If they're going west,

they're headed
for the River Trent.

They'll try and cross it,

believing Sherwood will
offer them safety.

And the forest will,
if they get deep enough into it.

We'd like to join the hunt
to ensure they don't.

Gerold,
take six of your men

and ride east
with Earl Huntingdon.

We'll come from the west
in case they try and cut back.

And Huntingdon...

don't try and cross it
before we get there.

We don't know how many
Locksley is running with.

As you wish.

[horse neighing]

[tense music]

[whistling]
Hep!

[panting]

[coughing]

Let's rest here.

Don't think I'm the only one
was keeping a secret.

Who are you?

'Cause you ain't
no hunter got lost.

You're hiding
from something.

The Sheriff's after me.

What did you do?

-No, it doesn't matter--
-It does to us.

If he comes looking.

[Rob sighing]

Well...

whatever it was you did...

the forest don't care.

[moaning]

[gentle music]

Sst!

[dog sniffing]

Is that them?

[barking]

Go get them!

[snarling]

You pretty quick
with that blade?

Quick enough.

Why no one's
ever tried me.

Got beat up bad once.

Real bad.

Didn't even see it
coming, just...

took up a knife after that.

People think twice
when they see steel.

Evens a lot out.

Mmm.

What's wrong?

[grunting]

He thinks
the dogs are coming.

[dogs barking]

To the ravine.

Make for the water.

[all panting]

[barking]

[barking]

-[barking]
-Locksley!

[barking]

Call the dog off!

Or we'll kill him,
then you!

[barking]

Who are you?

I'm John Nailer. You?

I'm Ralph,
the Miller's son.

So, which one of you is
Locksley, then?

His family's
looking for him.

What family would that be?

Ah.

So you'd be Locksley then?

No.

He's our brother too.

I'll hear it from him.

You'd best be on your way.

[barking]

[grunting]

You, down!

[screaming]

[screaming]

Enough.

[barking]

-Call the dog off.
-Another move,

-and I'll kill him.
-What do you want with him?!

-[groaning]
-The reward...

that's on his head.

[grunting]

-[barking]
-Now go about your business.

I ain't trying
to hurt any of ya,

but I will.

You won't get to Nottingham.

-[barking]
-[whistling] Hyap!

[dramatic music]

Come on, dear,
don't dilly.

Right, changed every
three months in the summer,

but once a month in the winter
because of damp.

And you want the straw first

to get rid
of the bugs and vermin.

Mind you,
plenty more vermin

still find their way
into this bed.

Isn't the Queen devoted
to the King?

How else do you think she rules
a kingdom from here to...

I'm not even sure
where it ends.

By her crown and title?

With Eleanor,
it's more than that.

She's more than that.

She's coming.

Quick-quick-quick!

[dramatic music]

Quickly. Everyone,
take your positions.

[approaching footsteps]

[grandiose fanfare]

[music fades]

Celene.

Your Highness.

-The new one.
-Arrived, Your Highness.

-Finally.
-Hmm.

Leave us.

That one's
like a wanton dog.

You too, Celene.

And that one
a sly cat.

There's much wildlife at court,

as you will learn.

[sighing]

You're Marian of Huntingdon.

Your father was gifted
an estate outside Nottingham,

Locksley Manor,

for his bravery
at Mount Cadmus.

And now... an earldom.

I remember your father.

I was there.
First queen to command

a crusade
to the Holy Land.

-Do you know where that is?
-Yes, Your Highness.

-You can read and write.
-I can, Your Highness.

-Do you speak French?
-Yes.

-Norman?
-Yes.

-Not as well.
-Hmm.

Are you still a child
or yet a woman?

Your Highness?

Have you been with a man?

A child then.

But there's someone,
isn't there?

The eyes, Marian,
they reveal your soul,

and in your soul, I see
that someone resides there.

What can you tell me
about Nottingham?

Um... it has a castle,

many taverns...

people...

-And a sheriff.
-Yes.

Do you know him?

I know his daughter.

And?

She is...

not a child.

So you do speak Norman.

The Sheriff of Nottingham
is my husband's cousin.

That's why
he is the Sheriff.

The blood in that family runs
considerably thick.

The Sheriff's ambitions are,

let us say, extensive.

Would you agree?

Trust me,
a woman knows such things,

and occasionally
it would benefit to know more.

Women can help women
in that regard.

Alas, a child cannot.

Marian, do you know
why you're here?

To serve you, Your Highness.

To serve?
I can find anyone to serve me.

I asked for you directly.
Do you know why?

All in due time.
You may leave.

[sighing]

[coughing]

[coughing, gasping]

Hey, don't you think about it!

Any sudden movement of escape,
and it will be your last.

Dead or alive,

you're coming back
to Nottingham with me.

-Get up.
-[groaning]

Hyah!

Come on!
Come on!

[eerie music]

[screaming]

[gasping, coughing]

[gasping]

[gasping]

[gasping]

Whoa, whoa, whoa--
did you see her?

-What?!
-Did you see her?

-See who?
-A woman, blonde hair.

As naked as the day is long.

I swear it...
I swear it!

How do you know
it was Godda?

I've seen her before.

You've seen Godda before?

When I was a little one.

Me ma called me...

Little John,
on account of me size.

[chuckling]

-Little John.
-[laughter]

She was a good woman.

But me old man was mean,
rotten to the core.

He had two children before me,
he murdered both.

On account of
there weren't enough to eat.

One night, he came home
in a drunken rage.

Ma hid me.
He was so mad.

He beat her.

I can still hear her screams.

[sniffs]

That's when I saw Godda.

Was she naked?

[chuckling]

She gave me her knife,

and it filled me
with... not anger.

Courage.

'Cause next thing I buried
that knife deep in his back.

You killed your old man?

Ended his wickedness.

And saved Ma.

And it set me
on my own path of wickedness.

Killed ten men since.

Ain't never told no one
till this day.

Murder is a wretched thing.

Haunts you like a shadow.

We didn't kill no one.

Well, here's to him then.

But you did, didn't you?

Captain of the garrison.

You killed a Norman captain?
That's why them soldiers came?

They killed my father,
and he did nothing.

I lost my mother.
I lost my home.

My life.

The Sheriff took everything,
and I wish him dead.

Dead and in the ground.

You've got the blood
of a Wild Aedric in you.

[dramatic music]

[insects chirping]

[sighing]

You'll live.

Here.

Chew it.

Use it like a poultice.

[chuckling]
Pain?

[chuckling]

Well...

just remember that
no man has ever earned

a name worth having
without it.

[soft music]

[tense music]

Father.
It's Aronne, he's gone.

Aronne's gone
after Locksley, no doubt.

Sire, we should wait
for the Sheriff, as he said.

We don't need the Sheriff.
We're gonna kill that bastard,

if my son hasn't
killed him already.

[dramatic music]

[ethereal whisper]

[distant rustling]

Horses?

A man.

Hm?!

[soft bark]

[dog growling]

[arrow whooshing,
dog whimpering]

No! No!

[grunting]

[soldiers chattering]

Ralph, run!

Run!

[Ralph shrieks]

Run, John!

Run!

No!

[intense music]

[groaning]

[gasping breaths]

My boy!

[wheezing]

I... I tried...

to make you...

proud...

No...

my boy...

[sobbing]

Locksley!

I'll kill you! Locksley!

Locksley!

Go! Go!

Go! Go!

Go!

Go, Rob!

Rob!

Aah! Wait, Rob!

Get up!

[arrows whooshing]

[overlapping shouts]

[grunting]

JOHN: Go, Rob!

[man roaring]

[dramatic music]