Original subtitles

Demontez!

A mile off.

Go on Nasir show Scarlet how to do it.

Go on Nasir - show him.

How long are we staying here?

Close Nasir, close.

Come on James,

you're not going to let me down.

- We were better off where we were. - Gisburne's been there.

Much!

Then you should've killed him when you had the chance.

Nice to see you've trained them well John.

Martin - you better do better.

Its a great comfort to me John to know that we've got

the best archers in England.

They're doing better than Will lad.

He don't know his arrow from his elbow!

Ooh... come on now up!

Imagine its Gisburne.

He's more use to us alive.

What do you mean?

Well, the people hate Gisburn and everything he stands for.

Yeh, well... I know that.

Well, the more he stirs it up, the more they'll turn to us.

Close.

- Come on John - you show'em lad. - At least you got me.

Ah, well, that's nice to know innit lads.

Well move!

You great lump!

Think of it.

Spies in every village. Messengers,

And not only the villages There's already people in Nottingham.

I mean um,

...that baker and his wife, the potter we helped.

There's placed to hide right under the Sheriff's nose.

You'll get too big for your boots you will.

Than I get bigger boots.

- That's a fine shot! - Thank you.

Well done little flower...

- Whoa...! Lucky! - By heck that's impossible!

Alright then.

Much! Set it up again.

You couldn't do it again!

John!

What you doing!

I eh... lost me way.

Where are you going?

Nottingham.

Where are you from?

Grimston.

- What's your name? - Siward. Look eh...

- What do you do Siward? - Do? Um... I'm a pedlar.

Yes well the Nottingham road's that way.

So peddle off.

If you're stopped, you've seen nobody.

Nobody... I've seen nobody.

Make for the clearing! Run!

Much! Tuck!

Robin!

Come on John, run!

What do you want from us?

Beau Seant!

Run!

Marion!

John, split up that way!

This way!

Come on!

Get up!

Move back.

Will!

Robin!

Behind you, Nasir see behind you!

- John! - John, John, move around!

James, behind you, behind you.

Call yourselves men of God...

Marion!

Get to the trees!

Robin!

Robin! Robin!

- Much! - No!

That's what they want.

We'll get him back...

- Robin! They'll kill him. - They'd have killed him in front of us.

He's a hostage.

James is dead - Who are they?

Templars!

Poor Knights of the Temple of Solomon.

Poor?

I'd hate to see the good ones.

They're monks. They take an oath of poverty.

- Fighting monks? - And I thought you were the only one.

I've heard some right tales about them. I can tell you. So have I.

And the things they do in the Holy Land.

That lot put whole towns to the sword, whole towns.

Jews as well as Saracens.

Killing for Christ they call it.

They're heading North.

Lets bury James and get moving.

Nasir!

Follow them.

Demontez!

Occupez-vous des chevaux!

See to the horses.

N'est pas lui! Le boleur que nous cherchons n'a qu'unoeuil.

Il etait la. Je L'ai vu. Il etait avec eux!

Was sollen wir mit diesem Jungen tun?

Soll ich das kleine Schwein töten?

Non, pas encore.

Les autres scelerats viendrant peut etre le chercher.

Il pourrait nous etre utile dans ce cas.

- I'm going to get him out of there. - We're all going.

I know Much better than any of you.

I've known him since he was born.

Anyway.

And one man more chance of not being seen.

Look!

What?

The Sheriff.

Its a very curious county, Gisburne. Seems to absorb people like a sponge.

I mean - what do you think we are English or Norman?

- Norman, my lord. - Yes...

That's what I thought you say...

Such a bore having to trot round the Shire every year

but we're not going to fill the coppers by sitting at home in Nottingham are we?

- Cattle must be driven. - And driven hard, Gisburne.

What the devil's that?

Nous sommes des Templiers de retour de la Terre Sainte.

- Vevillez parlez en Anglais, chevalier! - I am Frere Reynald de Villaret.

I command here.

I'm not sure that I understand you Frere Ranald.

I'm High Sheriff of Nottingham and I represent the King.

And I, The King of Kings.

Ah yes of course...

But I'd still like to know what you're doing in this village.

It happens to be part of a Royal manor which I administrate.

These people are Serfs - not Saracens.

We are returning to our Preceptory in Lincoln.

We shall not be here long, my lord.

No, you won't.

- I trust that... - I'm telling you to move on.

We shall continue our journey soon.

You'll continue it now.

Who's this clown?

What's going on?

I don't know.

But my money's on the Templars.

Your servant does you no credit, my lord.

- Put your sword away. - But my lord!

Do it Gisburne!

Now, Frere Reynald.

You were about to tell me what you're doing here.

- Je crois que non. - Oh? And why not?

Because I don't choose to.

An outrage has been committed against our Order.

An outrage?

Really?

How very intriguing.

What sort of an outrage.

- That's our concern. - Yes, but surely

- I know that boy! - Stay where you are.

- The half wit my lord! The half wit! - Which one?

The Miller's son! The Miller who fostered Robin Hood! Much is his name...

I want that villain - he's mine.

Vous ne L'aurez pas - c'est mon prisonnier.

- My Lord, are you going to...? - Be quiet man.

So, Robin Hood has crossed you, has he, de Villaret?

- Robin Hood? - Ah, of course - you've been away haven't you?

The so-called King of Sherwood. A dangerous rebel.

- Does a girl fight with him? - Yes. I believe so.

- And a friar - a fat friar? - That renegade was the Sheriffs chaplain!

They'll all die...

All of them.

- We've sworn it. - Have you now?

Then you have my blessing de Villaret.

Come along Gisburne. Its time we left the brothers to their... devotions.

- My lord, I must protest... - I'd rather you didn't.

Just get back on your horse and stop making an exhibition of yourself.

Good hunting, de Villaret.

Why are they leaving?

The Sheriff's backed down.

Very wise.

- Did you have to tell him that? - What my Lord?

That Tuck was my chaplain. Oh, never mind. It isn't important.

They defied you, I was dishonoured.

Listen, Gisburne. They're six of the most highly trained fighting men

in the Christian world. Answerable to no one but the Pope.

And there are two hundred of them in Lincoln.

- Do you want a Crusade in Nottingham? - But they insulted us my Lord.

Whatever outrage Robin Hood's responsible for they'll avenge it.

I know they will. I've seen them at work.

They won't stop until everyone of them is dead.

Tuck, Marion, the lot.

And that saves you time, money and soldiers.

Surely that's worth a little dishonour?

Who did you steal this from

where are the other scum...

You'll tell me.

They always tell me.

You'll shout it at me. Scream it.

You do understand what I say don't you?

I can see you do.

What you took is sacred to us... sacred!

And we shall get it back, I promise you.

Where is it now with the others?

We've taken nothing.

Let the boy go.

So you've got a tongue.

A lying tongue. The thief is one of you.

No.

I shall prove it... and prove it fairly.

Put you on trial. Trial by battle.

And you Confrere, shall be our champion.

- Etes - vous pret? - Ja, Komptur.

I'll be back! I promise!

Laissez le partir.

- An attack in the dark? - They'll expect it.

- What about the villagers? - Petrified. Anyway they've no weapons.

- Pitchforks against chain mail? - We have to save him.

We'll save him! Now leave me alone!

The Templars think we've stolen something from them.

- Something sacred. - Sacred?

Siward took it...

- The lad with one eye. - Robin Hood!

Robin Hood!

- Can you hear me? - I can hear you.

You have until dawn. Then we'll have to hang the boy.

Lovely Rosy Apples! Apples and Oranges!

Stop him! He's a thief!

Hey come back here you. Leave me be!

- This villain stole my purse. - He's lying.

- Then search him then. He cut it from my belt. - He's lying.

Look my purse - see!

Let's see what's in that bag.

The symbol of the Templars.

Two poor knights sharing a horse.

They've come a long way since then.

How did you get it.

Answer the Sheriff!

- It was on the banner. - Go on man.

I - er followed 'em - to their camp

waited me chance. There was always a guard

but eh while they were busy with the horses

- I took it off the banner. - Crawled away.

But they saw him, my lord.

I ran like the devil, I can tell you.

I lost them in the forest eh - it were getting dark

- but in the morning they uh -came after me. - They would,

And that's when he met the outlaws my lord.

And the knights attacked us.

And of course you ran away?

How did you lose that eye?

It was put out my lord.

- On your orders. - For thieving?

Well...

now you're going to lose the other one.

You can't do that to me.

Leave me be!

Leave me be!

- Get him out of here. - Leave me be.

Let go of me!

- No wonder they were so annoyed. - My Lord?

Beau Scant!

Beau Scant Gisburne!

The banner!

Oh dear.

If they've lost the crest to their precious banner they'll eh

- they'll be expelled from the Templars! - Expelled!

Mmmm... Just think of it, Gisburne.

They fight all over the Holy Land carrying the blessed thing with them.

They guard it against sandstorms - saracens every dammed thing.

Then they have it stolen by a one eyed cut-purse from Nottingham.

- You mean - without their crest... - Thrown out! Disgraced! Finished!

No wonder they wouldn't tell us about it.

I think I shall keep this trinket, Gisburne.

As a souvenir of a most unpleasant encounter.

But the real joke...

the real joke, Gisburne is that they're going to kill Robin Hood for it!

- Eh up lads. Invading Nottingham are we? - We're after someone.

- Um ah you, ah yor well he's not in here. - Yes well his name is Siward.

- Yeh, well there's lots of Siwards. - This one's a thief.

With one eye.

- Um... young feller. - That's him, that's the one.

Siward eh?

And you're after him.

- Well you see this little lot here don't you. - Yeh, what about it?

Yeh, well he did that just before they caught him.

Who caught him?

That's why I'm still working.

- I've got no stock have I. - Who caught him?

Doesn't help me though, I mean I don't get any compensation do I.

Who caught him?

Soldiers. Took him to the sheriff.

Well that us done innit.

We'll never get into the castle.

Ain't there.

Who ain't - The Sheriff.

Look - I've got a lot of work to do.

Well where is he then?

Huh. He's on his tour isn't he. Touring the country.

- Of course, he does it every year. - Yeh, making sure we all pay our taxes.

He could be anywhere.

Leaford.

- Leaford Grange? - So I'm told - do you know it?

- Um, I should. I was born there. - What, Sir Richards old place?

Yes, he was my father.

It was our home until he was killed in the crusades.

Then they made me abbot Hugo's ward and the Church took everything.

- I know every inch of it... - Where would they put Siward?

In the cellars I should think. Caves in the rock underneath the grange.

Theres a courtyard to one side of the main gate.

If we get into that, we could get over the wall without being seen.

Good evening friends!

A cold night...

Looks like there's a storm coming.

Guards...!

Follow me!

What did you take Siward?

Close those gates!

Silence!

Or I'll burn this village.

So, he didn't come?

He will, he will Sir.

- I know he will. - You're better dead.

He'll come...

Robin... Robin!

Let him go!

Will I feel it?

Does death hurt?

Robin! Robin!

- Let him go. - Robin!

They said you'd let me die.

They said you'd let me die.

But I knew you'd come, I knew you'd come!

Tu paieras pour ca! Tu paieras cher!

You have my sword.

Yours?

Thief.

Get out of my sight.

Evil to him who thinks evil.

Beau Scant!

Nasir! No!

You have my sword.

That'll pay the village tithes and taxes.

Go on melt it down