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Previously on "Robin hood."

- Aronne died.
- I am so sorry for your loss.

Pursuing an outlaw.

We only know that they're
thieves and murderers

and have robbed from the crown.

The reward, sheriff.

Half from me, now.

I thought warick and
Leicester were loyal.

Is there reason to
believe that's changed?

Hundreds of men to catch an outlaw?

Don't you find that a bit suspicious?

These woods will soon
be crawling with soldiers.

- We're not going together.
- Split up?

I can't have your deaths
on my conscience.

You must leave Nottingham.

- Let go of me!
- Burn the fields!

- They've been taken.
- To be hung.

- Did you Rob the bishop?
- Yes! I did!

- We must save them.
- They'll be blessed

before they're hung.

May god have mercy on their souls.

Godda, see this.

Yah! Yah!

- I want to go with you!
- Well, come on, then!

Would that be Robin hood?

The Earl marshal is here?

The queen's eyes were here as well.

My daughter's blood is on that arrow.

Godchild to the king.

Nearly struck down by an outlaw.

That such a thing happened...

I will never forgive it.

Our town attacked.

Nine of my men dead.

Three prisoners freed.

And for weeks, Robin hood eludes us

in a forest that seems to shield him

like a conspirator.

At least we know he is Saxon.

Are you certain he's a Saxon, sire?

Sherwood harbors thieves of every kind.

The prisoners he freed were Saxon.

No Norman would risk his neck for them.

Hood's allegiance is clear.

For years, I have
sought to balance peace

between our peoples.

Yet peace is fragile.

Its survival now rests on your actions.

You'll find Robin hood
and bring him to me,

alive or dead.

My lord, hood is not among us.

No Saxon village would
defy you in this way.

What happened here
will have already reached

king Henry's ears.

A mere whisper of rebellion
may put him on a galley.

If he sails for England,

your villages will burn,
your people will bleed,

and you will soon wish for
a man as reasonable as I.

Bring me Robin hood.

Or share his fate.

You think they heard me?

They heard you, the question is

whether they'll have
sense enough to act.

Henry is not a merciful man,

but is he really the monster you claim?

You never saw him in battle?

My calling was to bless the battles.

- Not fight them.
- And I pray

you need never bless another.

Especially not here.

You are a vision.

Father.

One would hardly believe
you recently cheated death.

If a snake wants to kill,

it needs venom, not just fangs.

You have the strength for tonight?

It will take far more
than an outlaw's arrow

to keep me from this evening's affair.

Earl marshal, I wondered
when you'd make an appearance.

Are we close yet?

You will arrive before
nightfall, your majesty.

So, tell me about this
godforsaken outpost.

It's an intriguing place.

Alive with ambition and conflict.

But the barons?

A nest of scheming vipers, as always.

Sheriff holds them in check,

but like all your husband's family,

he is preoccupied with his own agendas.

Do you believe this Robin hood

intended to kill the sheriff?

I believe so, and a
prodigious shot, to be sure.

He loosed his arrow
from a hundred paces

perched atop a burning building.

Sounds like a figure out
of a troubadour's romance.

I'd hardly believe it had
I not witnessed it myself.

It's curious, isn't it?

That a band of outlaw
managed to escape

- the sheriff's grasp.
- Are you suggesting

that he's being supported?

But who would stand to
profit from such an alliance?

Anyone who profits from chaos.

A considerable list, then.

With the barons atop it.

And if there's any disloyalty,

I'll uncover it, root and branch.

What does he look like?

I only caught a glimpse.

Not displeasing to the eye,

if one were of that persuasion.

And what persuasion is that?

An attraction to bandits.

And roguish types.

Isn't that what all people love?

A dashing outlaw willing to risk his life

for a greater cause?

My dear husband.

Wouldn't that just get under your skin.

I'd like to meet him.

See for myself what kind of man he is.

The man I saw deserves to hang.

What he deserves doesn't matter.

It's what he fights for that matters.

To stay alive and free of the noose.

You really wish to meet
this man, your majesty?

Well, I'm not crossing half of England

just to enjoy the roast, am I?

She's coming, father.

I'll be there.

You go.

Philip.

Your majesty.

Welcome to Nottingham.

Miss huntingdon.

Your father is in Nottingham
with master aleppo.

I know.

- Is Bernard with him?
- Yes, miss.

Just me here.

Are you all right?

I am. Now go inside.

I must meet someone.

And aveline... I was never here.

I understand, miss.

Rob.

It's been so long since
I've seen this place.

I feel the same.

I didn't think you would come.

That you'd even receive my message.

How did you reach egbert?

Through will.

He passed the note to your uncle.

You've changed.

Much has happened.

And lefors. Is it true?

I defended myself. They were drunk.

They would've killed me if I hadn't acted.

I believe you.

I know about aronne.

I'm sorry, Marian.

Under my father's
shadow, no one is safe,

not even his sons.

I should have never left.

I feel somehow all of this is my burden.

Hey... look at me.

You didn't leave, you escaped.

We can still run.

No.

I'm indebted to the queen,
and you're a hunted man.

What kind of life would that be?

Besides... There may be a better way.

The queen is not here

just to meet the sheriff and barons.

Her true aim is an audience
with the outlaw Robin hood.

Wait... and what's this
have to do with me?

You are a Saxon raised by a forester.

Sherwood can hide nothing from you.

If you can reach him
and arrange this meeting,

I believe Eleanor might
offer you clemency.

- Marian...
- I know what you're

going to say. How you don't see

how this changes anything for us.

But do you know what I see, Rob?

A man who can save
himself if he chooses.

Choose this for me.

Can you find Robin hood?

Yes.

Then do so quickly.

The meeting will be at oxley meadows,

on the edge of Sherwood.

The queen will guarantee his safety.

I'm staying at the tavern.

When the meeting is set,

have someone bring word to me there.

I love you, Marian.

I love you more.

I remember when this castle was

little more than a pile of stones.

Impressive for a man who
began as a humble knight.

Riding alongside my cousin, the king.

Yes, indeed.

What you see here is a
testament to the king's vision

for Nottingham as the
Jewel of the Midlands.

And to the royal purse, no doubt.

Well, the crown has always rewarded

those who serve it
faithfully, your majesty.

Certainly.

And swiftly punished those who do not.

The queen arrives with little fanfare.

And we're only informed
at the last moment.

It's not usual.

Certainly not the Eleanor I remember.

She prefers to announce
herself with trumpets and banners.

What are you two
wittering on about up here

like a pair of old crows
squabbling in a tree?

We're debating
agendas of our sovereign.

What brought her
halfway across England.

With Robin hood stirring
chaos, perhaps she's come to see

what fires need extinguishing
and which ones to stoke.

What concern would Eleanor have

with a rogue like hood?

He's a gnat not worthy of her notice.

And yet here she is, on
the heels of his escapades.

Whatever her reasons,

the queen's presence
always swells her coffers.

Leicester, forever the
clink of coin in your ear.

What say you, Madeline?

Why is she here?

I say the queen never makes
a move without purpose.

The real question isn't
why she's in Nottingham,

but what does she want from us?

This is a banquet for
royalty, not an alehouse.

- Mind yourself.
- When a man is in mourning, he drinks.

And when a man is in
the presence of the queen,

he knows when to stop.

Eleanor's presence is a distraction.

We should be hunting
that bastard Locksley.

He should be in the ground, not my son.

There will be time enough
to deal with these criminals.

But tonight, show decorum.

That's your request?

Decorum?

That is my order.

Nottingham?

Where have you been?

What happened to your dress?

Fix your hair.

The queen requested
your presence earlier.

- I wasn't able to find you.
- I was on an errand.

For the queen.

What errand?

One she entrusted to me and not to you.

I misjudged you. You
have the temperament

of a much prettier girl.

Marian.

I'm afraid I'll be stealing her away,

with your blessing.

Or without.

Who was that sour-faced shrew?

I haven't seen claws like
that outside the barnyard.

- Too dull a tale for tonight.
- Well...

Weave her into your story of life in court.

Tell me everything, in particular

if it involves your moral failings.

I'm afraid you'll be disappointed.

I'm a glorified bedmaker.

Bedmaking?

Surely there was at
least some bed-messing.

A handsome clerk you
found reason to sample.

Or perhaps he sampled you.

You are incorrigible.

Two minutes in your company,
and I'm already in need

- of absolution.
- I'm only trying to save you

from death by piety,
it's for your own good.

If anything, westminster has shown me

what I don't wish to become.

Marian. You are teetering

on the edge of eternal prudishness.

Keep this up, and you'll
bore everyone to death

around you with tales of your virginal,

untouched existence.

How is my patient faring?

Healing far too well, I'm afraid.

If I hope to stay in your care,
I may require another injury.

Perhaps one less life-threatening but...

No less thrilling.

Marian.

You know one another.

Only in passing. From the palace.

Yes, sadly hardly enough
to claim acquaintance.

That's unfortunate. I found
the Earl marshal's presence

to be most restorative.

And I hope you will continue to do so.

My lady.

You and the Earl marshal?

Not yet... but soon.

I'll have you know, I've
heard the Earl marshal

can be a bit aggressive.

Excellent. Just the way I like them.

I'm trying. You're the
one who's gonna drop it.

Enough your barkin'!

- Come on, boys.
- Knees bent, back straight.

Sorry, boys, that actually lives over there.

I'm joking, obviously.

Bloody Norman.

Do you ever stop working?

Won't chop itself.

- What is it?
- I... I made you something.

The other one is worn, I... I noticed.

I hope it fits.

Let's find out.

It's perfect.

Thank you.

You saved my life.

And my brothers'.

No one has cared enough
to risk them self for me.

Us, I mean.

You would've done the same for me.

Yes. I would have.

I'd do anything for you, Rob.

Seems many have lived here before us.

Aedric one of them.

Aedric?

A Saxon warrior.

You see, when the normans came,

he didn't kneel like the nobles,

he... retreated into the
forest and struck back.

This cave was... Was holy ground,

long before aedric, though.

But he made it his camp.

Became a fortress.

No Norman has set foot here.

Until you.

It's a trust I won't betray.

Strange times?

Strange bedfellows.

Indeed.

How long will we stay?

After what we've done?

None of us can go
back to where we came.

This is our home now.

To the king.

- King's health.
- The king's health.

- The king.
- To the king.

Our building work at
the Abbey continues.

With each passing day,
the new addition to the parish

grows closer to completion.

A humble place, as is our fashion.

Humble, indeed.

I must say, humility suits you

as well as that gold around your neck.

A symbol of devotion, your majesty.

A reminder of the sacrifices I make

to serve both god and crown.

Sacrifices.

Of course.

And yet the coffers of the
Abbey seem to only rise.

Tell me, bishop,

what is the price of salvation these days?

No matter. Nottingham
faces a more insidious threat.

Robin hood...

It seems this outlaw doesn't
merely steal from the crown,

he strikes at the very foundation

of Norman authority,
and now we have word

that he seeks alliances
with Welsh warlords.

This is no longer simple defiance.

It is the seed of rebellion,

and if left unchecked, it will grow.

Your majesty, I trade
regularly with the Welsh,

and I've heard nothing
of such connection.

Just as you heard
nothing of hood's intention

to attack Nottingham. Until he did.

Baron Leicester trades in
goods, not the prattle of maidens.

Your majesty, the
intrusion into Nottingham

was regrettable, yes, but these criminals

remain what they
are... common outlaws.

And yet they have eluded
your men for months.

I find myself wondering how.

As do I. Same with that boy Locksley.

And do you have a theory?

Not yet, your highness.

But perhaps we should be
asking the man responsible

for Nottingham's safety.

Surely he has answers.

Hood should be of no
concern to the crown.

This is a local matter.

Does this rogue truly warrant
such attention, your majesty?

One would think that,
with the crown's resources,

this problem could disappear overnight.

Unless, of course, there's
something to be gained

in letting the man exist.

Baroness, you have something here.

Nottingham is not just a castle and a city.

It is the keystone of the
crown's rule of middle England.

If it falls into chaos, the
whole realm is at risk.

I'm merely here to determine

what is necessary to protect it.

Saxon criminals come and go.

Robin hood is nothing more.

Robin hood just another Saxon thief?

You can't even catch a boy in the woods.

I don't see it that way, sheriff.

I see a town where
Saxon criminals thrive

under your leniency.

You will forgive Earl huntingdon.

Once again, he speaks of
matters far above his station.

What I understand is that there can be

no Harmony with animals.

Like the saracens,
the saxons understand

only the language of violence,

and, if that is their tongue,

then we must speak it loudly.

Speak it, yes, but not
recklessly, not foolishly.

That path can only lead to chaos...

And the death of innocent normans.

You of all people should
understand that, huntingdon.

You offended him, sheriff?

Indeed, but I will not
allow the base instincts

of men such as him to
corrupt the pursuit of the law.

Your highness, may I speak freely?

I'd expect nothing less.

Rebellions.

Clans from wales aligning
themselves with a thief

as if he were a lord or a noble.

Now, these sound like tales of fancy.

- Do they?
- They do.

But you seem invested
in treating them as fact.

My only aim is to uncover the truth.

And what truth is that, your highness?

The truth of all this trouble,
which I believe to be this.

Robin hood would not have
achieved so much without help.

And those best positioned
to offer such aid...

Are seated at this table.

Your majesty, I assure you...

Everyone here is loyal
to the crown of England.

Then let's see that
loyalty put to parchment.

If you will.

This is a writ of aid,

detailing the threat of
rebellion posed by Robin hood

and the necessary actions to protect

the crown's interests in Nottingham.

Each of you will pledge
your loyalty by signature.

This writ will be delivered to king Henry,

informing him that his presence
and his troops are required.

And now... I bid everyone
a pleasant evening.

Tomorrow, before the queen,

each of you will be expected to sign,

as the Earl marshal of pembroke has.

What are your impressions?

The barons are
opportunists, not conspirators.

Guilty of many sins but not
treachery toward the crown.

You're certain?

If hood had protectors,
they were not seated

- at our table tonight.
- And the sheriff?

The sheriff is clever,
strong, and quite bent

on keeping Henry away from
this, which isn't helpful to us.

He's really protecting
himself. He has much to lose.

Well, and that makes him vulnerable.

No matter.

Tomorrow, the writ will be signed,

and Nottingham becomes the crisis

that demands the king's presence.

John's quite impressed by you.

He says you fight like a true Saxon.

Everyone has a past
here, even the monk.

The forest doesn't judge.

Neither do I.

Yes?

Your majesty, Marian of huntingdon.

Send her in.

Celene, you may leave.

Did you succeed in your task?

Well, your majesty.

- There will be a meeting.
- I believe so.

At the very least, Robin
hood will hear your request.

I am waiting for word,

but the meeting will be at oxley meadows

on the edge of Sherwood,
as you instructed.

You've grown clever, Marian.

You surprise even me, no easy feat.

Your majesty... One more thing.

The man who will arrange
this, Robert of Locksley...

He is also... Wanted.

He was forced to defend
himself from the sheriff's men,

and the captain of the
guard died as a result.

And?

For his help, I... Request...

That you Grant him clemency.

A bold request for a chambermaid.

Isn't what you wanted
more than a chambermaid,

your majesty?

You love this man.

I do.

That wasn't a question.

Do you trust him?

That was a question.

With my life.

If he puts me beside Robin hood...

He shall have his clemency.

Thank you, your majesty.

You may leave.

The queen's writ serves
none of our interests.

It binds us to unproven claims

and commits us to a course of action

that cannot be undone.

And what would you
have us do, sheriff? Revolt?

- Delay.
- Delay?

Yes.

I will deal with hood quickly,

and this crisis will pass.

The sheriff speaks wisely.

It's a signature, what does it matter?

It's more than ink on parchment.

It is a declaration of weakness.

We cloud our minds
with needless debate.

The queen has spoken,
and our duty is clear.

Then you follow a rebel
queen to your demise.

We are bound by oath to the sovereign.

- Fealty is our duty.
- To the king!

- Not to Eleanor!
- Indeed, baroness,

have you forgotten that she
defied Henry once before?

What makes you certain
this isn't another scheme?

And the cost of not signing?

What if this scoundrel has
in fact allied with the Welsh?

What then?

"Beware propaganda,"

"for it may bite the tongue that bore it."

- Marcus aurelius?
- King Henry.

You have avoided the question, sheriff.

What if Eleanor is
right, and we fail to act?

She has positioned your
anxieties perfectly, Madeline.

Caught between herself and the king.

Defy one, and you fear
the wrath of the other.

It's manipulation.

Her majesty, queen Eleanor of England.

This proclamation bears my signature

and that of the Earl marshal.

By adding your names,

you are affirming your
loyalty to the crown

and your commitment to
ending this lawlessness.

I stand with the crown.

I as well.

Sheriff?

I cannot sign.

This writ presumes truths not yet proven.

I won't swear loyalty to
what I believe is misguided,

to what I know will bring only destruction.

Refusal from you, sheriff, carries weight.

Are you certain the burden
is one you wish to bear?

Your majesty, I cannot lend my name

to a cause I do not trust.

Your loyalty is noted,
and it will not be forgotten.

The crown stands stronger because of it.

And when king Henry
learns of your fealty,

he will know who his true allies are.

Ssh.

Rob! What are you doing?

I'm bringing word, like I promised.

You were supposed
to send someone else.

Have you lost all sense?

Listen to me.

The queen confirmed clemency.

If you deliver the
meeting with Robin hood,

she'll pardon you.

On the queen's word?

A Norman word?

Mine. My word.

Do this, Rob, and you will be free.

- And you?
- I'll still serve the queen.

Nothing can change that, for now.

But I'll know you're alive.

That's enough. It will have to be for now.

I won't leave without you.

You will do this for me... If you love me.

Do you love me?

More than you can know.

Can you find him?

I already have.

And he'll meet Eleanor?

Tomorrow night.

Oxley meadows, as you said.

Don't leave yet.

Will you ever be free
of Eleanor's service?

I don't know.

Then let's just run.

That would only make
you a fugitive again.

Myself as well.

If we are ever to have
a chance to be together,

it has to start with you being free.

Free of this place, these dangers.

Free of the past.

After the queen and Robin hood meet,

you must leave Nottingham.

It's the only way you will be safe.

Before you journey for westminster,

I want to see you again.

When the clemency is
signed, I'll bring it to you.

The old rocks.

Friday night.

The old rocks.

I'll be there.

Promise me you'll go.

When you have it, promise
me you won't look back.

You haven't signed the queen's writ.

Signing it would betray my duty.

I don't understand.

Why?

If Henry comes to see this
as a threat to his crown...

His response will be the
one that he knows best.

War.

Everything you know of the world, its...

Its laws and rules and...

The way you dress and act and speak...

Your hopes and dreams.

The kind words of a
stranger on the street.

The laughter of a child.

That is peace.

War.

War tears the veil away.

It makes our nature plain and base

and returns the world to its oldest form,

strength or death.

Ash... blood.

Once war comes...

Cannot be controlled.

It devours all.

It will be as your dreams warned.

To protect you from it...

I will stand against anyone.

Even the queen.

Forgive the intrusion, sire.

He claims he has
information about Robin hood.

Forester's arrow, same as the one

that nearly killed your daughter.

See here, the way the
feathers have been cut.

Only one man ever did that.

Said it made the arrow fly truer.

What man?

Hugh of Locksley.

And he'd've taught
his son to do the same.

Are you saying that Robert
of Locksley is Robin hood?

Off again?

My uncle sent word.
I'm going to meet him.

- Alone?
- Numbers attract attention.

And lone riders attract danger.

More saxons come every day.

And it's not because of
me or tuck or anyone else.

Didn't they?

They came because of you.

Because of what you've done.

What I've done isn't much.

It is to them!

It's enough to make
them believe in something

better than they have.

A fight worth fighting, and that...

Is no longer just
something to hide behind.

It means more.

Not to me.

My quarrel is with the sheriff.

After I have my revenge, I will move on.

Move on? Since when?

You could wear this.

Any of you can.

I'm no man's leader.

You can tell yourself that, Rob.

But the truth of it is that you are...

A man others will follow.

Whether you want them to or not.

You truly the forest will
give him up so easily?

We can only hope.

Halt there.

It's all right.

Let him through.

A troubadour's romance, indeed.

Robin hood, I presume.

So I'm called.

You're called many things.

I'm told you're my enemy.

My quarrel is not with you.

At least, not tonight.

Well, you certainly didn't
learn your manners in the forest.

So, if not with me,
with whom is your fight?

I did not bring these troubles to pass.

- It was the sheriff.
- Well, no matter.

Now we're both in the middle of it.

Shall we talk?

Away from prying ears?

Without guard... queen?

The most dangerous
creature of this forest

is standing right before us.

I don't think he means me any harm.

Do you?

No, your majesty.

See, marshal?

Quite harmless.

The forest suits you.

It's untamed.

It's home.

And yet you want to
change the world beyond it.

Not the world, your majesty.

Just Sherwood.

It's a noble sentiment.

But what has nobility
ever really changed?

Queen...

Why did you ask to meet?

I have a problem.

Of all the sons I've born
king Henry... Richard...

Is now in line to inherit the crown

and the most naturally suited for it.

Alas, for that to happen,

the throne in France must be vacant.

But Henry is very happy in France

with his wine and his women.

And dislodging a happy
man is... Not an easy task.

But what it is you want of me?

I want you to escalate your rebellion.

Burn what can be burned.

Take what can be taken.

And make sure my
husband can't ignore it.

You ask for much.

And yet you are already doing it.

I'm merely giving you a purpose.

Purpose? Being a
pawn in a Norman game?

Everyone's a pawn sometimes.

Even the queen.

The trick... Is to know
when to play the piece

and when to break the board.

Bringing the king to England
doesn't vacate the throne.

Unless, of course, he never leaves.

There are limits to
what we can accomplish.

And we are not an army.

But that band of yours,

you pierced Nottingham's defenses

with but a handful of people.

Why?

Because you're forced
to think differently.

That is an advantage against people

who are set in their ways.

You're asking me to work with you.

I think it's obvious.

What do I gain from this alliance?

Well, Robin hood, what do you want?

Every man desires something.

Marian of huntingdon.

Marian?

What of Marian?

Release her from your service...

- When this is over.
- And why,

pray tell, does an outlaw care

about a Norman lady-in-waiting?

I see.

It's not just care, is it?

It's love.

I know well the name of the man

who resides in Marian's heart.

Robert of Locksley.

What a tale.

A Saxon and a Norman.

Bound by love.

Divided by lies and bloodlines.

A tragedy waiting to happen.

Tragedies don't have to
end the way they're written.

Perhaps not.

But rewriting them demands

a price few are willing to pay.

Are you willing to pay that price?

Yes.

Very well.

You shall have your clemency,

and Marian shall have her freedom...

When you've accomplished
the task I've given you.

But will she want it

when she learns who you really are?

Will she still want you?

Good night, Robert of Locksley,

prince of thieves.

No pain?

No.

Good.

Now let me see the wound.

How does a soldier become a healer?

I learned by traveling far into the east.

There are many secrets there.

Knowledge of healing.

Science.

Even desire.

Desire.

Yes.

In some cultures, desire
is an ancient art form.

Something to be studied.

Indulged.

Will you teach me this desire?

Sheriff.

You've come to sign at last.

I am not here to ratify your writ.

I am here to see it undone.

Bold words.

I assume you have reason for them.

I have uncovered the true identity

of the outlaw Robin hood.

Go on.

A reckless local boy
who murdered my captain

in cold blood.

He's no revolutionary.

He's a fugitive hiding behind a myth.

And soon he will be caught and killed.

- I'm delighted to hear it.
- Are you?

I feared it might
undermine your interests.

And what do you know of my interests?

Enough to see that you
would risk war in Nottingham

to further them.

- You defy me?
- If I must.

To serve the crown.

You serve my husband,
who has not long to live,

and when he dies...

Who will you serve, then?

The crown, your majesty.

As always.

Robin hood will die.

I give you my word.

And I give you mine,
your failure will not be met

with more debate.

It will be met with your head.

As always, sheriff,

your company leaves
a lasting impression.

Good Eve to you.

Your majesty.

Daughter.

You ignore me in the castle.

Pass me without so much as a word.

I am in the queen's service.

Hers is the only leave I need ask.

You've not been home.

Home?

You made sure long ago
that place was no home to me.

You may serve the queen...

But you're still my daughter.

And the sister of a boy whose grave

you haven't had the decency to visit.

Not once... it's shameful!

Shame lies with you, father.

What kind of man
drags his untested son

into a hunt for outlaws?

My fault.

You lay his death at my feet?

Who was it that brought that Saxon cur

into our lives? You!

A forester's son.

Beneath your station,
beneath your blood.

What does Rob have to do with it?

You don't know, do you?

Locksley was there when
your brother was killed.

It's because of him...

That your brother's dead.

You lie.

You're trying to hurt me.

You know I'm not lying.

It's true.

You've... Embarrassed me.

Brought ruin to our family.

I should've been harder on you.

None of this would've
happened if only I'd treated you

like the disobedient
little bitch that you are.