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Tell me, why do they call you Little John?

- Any further orders, my lord? - No...

- Ah... isn't there a hundred court tomorrow? - Yes, my lord. At Wickham.

Apparently a man called Gervais is buying corn before it comes to market

and the bailiff's losing his custom.

- Deal with it, will you? - Yes, my lord. Shall I hang him?

No, Gisburne.

A public flogging will do.

I'm going to bed.

Is he really as handsome as they say?

- Who? - Robin Hood o'course.

There's ever so many stories about him.

They say he talks to spirits...

some people say he's Herne the Hunter's son.

- They even say he can make him self invisible. - Well, we all can.

- Get away. - That's why they can't catch us.

- Is it? - Would I lie to you, Meg?

Go on then...

What?

- Make yourself invisible... - Oh, I can't do that...

- Why not? - You've got to be in the forest.

You can't do it anywhere else.

If I lived in the forest, could I do it too?

I'd have to teach you!

That'd be nice!

Fishing?

- At night? - Best time, he said.

- So was he fishing the night before? - I don't now.

Didn't catch many.

- An' if I did live in the forest. - Would you marry me?

Go on, say you would.

Just say it.

I would...

- An' we'd jump through the fire at midnight. - With flowers in our hair

wouldn't we?

Go on, say we would.

Course we would.

Is everybody dead...?

Get up you scum...!

You miserable cattle...

Gisburne!

Is this how you serve your master?

Lying in bed with the sun up?

- The man Gervais. Is he here? - Yes, my lord.

Fetch him...

Well, come on then...

Fetch Gervais.

God in heaven what a bunch of half-wits!

Wolfshead! After him!

Morning John!

- Stop, let 'em live! - But they're Gisburne's men.

Leave it, Will.

Where you been anyway?

Fishing.

What? In Wickham?

And a hundred apiece for Sedgely, Wallington and Maybury.

- There's not enough. - Not nearly enough.

There's tallage, scutage, the Saladin tithe,

King Richard's ransom.

- Where's all the fish, John? - Uh - I dropped 'em.

- Gisburne and his men were chasing him. - Where?

Um... um... Wickham.

- Now what were you doing there? - Fishing!

What's her name?

Meg.

- Did they see you with her? - Who?

- The soldiers! No! Of course not!

Well, it's just as well, isn't it!

- Now, don't do it again! - Why shouldn't I?

Because you can vanish into Sherwood and the people of Wickham can't!

Now it's them who'll suffer, not you.

I didn't think, did I!

No, you didn't!

Come on, come on then, whose next?

- I'm going. - Ah... a little flower for watering.

Yes...

- Right. - Come on then, come on...

Ah... another one for a ducking!

Right then.

- You're wasting your time. - You reckon...

My heart is heavy as a stone.

My tears they fall like rain

for she who was my own true love.

I'll never see again - again I'll...

Maybe she heard you singing!

- Let me pass. - Not until you've paid us.

- Paid you for what? - Disturbing the peace -

- And frightening the birds. Get off!

Your purse...

- It's empty. - I'll be judge of that.

He's right, it's empty.

I gave all I had for my steed.

- Steed? - His horse.

- I am a minstrel. - Well, that accounts for it.

- Accounts for what? - The bad voice and the empty purse.

What's your name, lad?

They call me Alan a Dale.

Well, Alan a Dale, on your way.

You've nothing to fear from us.

- Where are you going? - Nottingham.

To seek your fortune?

To kill the Sheriff!

Hang on there, Alan.

To kill the Sheriff?

- How are you going to do that? - With my trusty sword.

Trusty sword?

My fate awaits me in Nottingham.

The world has become an empty place

and life is merely the echo of mocking laughter.

I'm not surprised.

Why do you want to kill the Sheriff?

Have you seen

an innocent flower

mercilessly crushed in a mailed fist?

He's right round the maypole.

To save the lady of my heart I would ride through fire.

What - on that horse?

He means to marry her.

Marry?

- What, the Sheriff? - He'll never marry.

He... he hates women!

Its Mildred...

Oh Mildred!

Who's Mildred?

Mildred de Bracey. The Baron's daughter.

You're aiming a bit high for a minstrel, aren't you?

Amor...

...vincit...

...omnia!

Amor vincit omnia? Don't you believe it.

- What's that mean? - Love conquers all things.

Yeh, well, I said he was mad, didn't I?

- Vanished? - That's what they said, my lord.

- And you believe them? - No, my lord. I had them whipped.

- You searched the village? - Yes, my lord.

- And found nothing. - Nothing, my lord.

- And nobody had seen him, I suppose? - No, my lord...

My lord,

I suggest we drive them all into the forest and burn Wickham to the ground...

- As an example, my lord. - And example of what... hm?

I'll tell you Gisburne, shall I?

Since you're obviously incapable of answering my question.

As an example of your stupidity.

An example of your ignorance.

An example of your total inability to control the people of Sherwood

and to destroy the power of Robin Hood! Leave me alone!

Those people are my property!

The fields they work are my fields!

And your masterly plan is to drive them

into the forest to join up with that wolfshead!

Get me a towel!

A fine, Gisburne.

A heavy fine.

A hundred pence from every man

the value of six months work.

Rub me dry!

Harder Gisburne!

And at the same time I'll double my reward for every outlaw

brought in to Nottingham. Dead or alive.

The way to a man's obedience is through his pocket!

Baron de Bracey's son-in-law!

Why on earth did I agree to be united in the unholy bonds of matrimony

with a pansy-faced sixteen-year old virgin?

That's if she still is a virgin of course.

Do you think it's worth the money, Gisburne?

Could it possibly be worth ten thousand marks?

- Why don't you answer? - I assume the question

was rhetorical, my lord.

Never assume anything, Gisburne.

Except an occasional air of intelligence.

Well you'd better go and fetch her hadn't you.

And that ghastly man who's supposed to have fathered her.

That's a matter of some doubt considering the amount of time

he spends riding around on horseback.

Well,

you should get on famously together.

All he ever talks about is halters and harnesses...

No wonder his coat of arms is a rampant boar.

And when will the ceremony take place, my lord?

When I'm drunk enough to go through with it.

Goodnight, Gisburne.

I was minstrel to de Bracey,

but he had no love for music.

Only for the clash of steel.

His time was spent fighting in tournaments.

Yours spent singing to Mildred.

- She was lonely. - And a bit deaf.

- We fell in love. - And then one day

the tournament finished early!

- How do you know? - It's an old tale, Alan.

He found us together

- and an insane rage siezed him. - He must have lost the tournament.

- I was dismissed. - Oh, you were lucky not to be dismembered lad.

How old is Mildred? Alan?

- Sixteen. - Alan...

life's not a love-song.

- You'd best forget her. - Don't be so heartless - how can he?

Well, it's fairly simple Marion.

I mean he's a minstrel and she's a baron's daughter.

What sort of life would she have with the Sheriff?

A caged dove.

- A tethered deer. - He's off again!

He's marrying her to form an alliance with de Bracey.

But think of the dowry. What's the going rate for a baron's daughter?

Well worth having, I should think.

Money and power. That's what he's marrying.

- When's the wedding, Alan? - As soon as she's brought to Nottingham.

What about the dowry. Could be worth a fortune! Solve everybody's problem.

Think of the girl!

Mm... tempting - isn't it?

Gisburne!

- Gisburne! - Gisburne! That way!

- Where? - The Grimston road!

- He's going to fetch Mildred and the Baron. - How long will it take him to get there?

He'll be there by nightfall.

- He'll start back in the morning, won't he? - Well... yes.

That's when we'll get Mildred!

- Gisburne! - Halt!

Move aside.

Leave the girl and the wagon Gisburne

and ride on to Nottingham with your men.

It's Robin Hood!

Time is running out Gisburne!

Do you think -- you can hit him from here?

Wait for my signal.

Do you think I'm a fool?

- Why should I trust a wolfshead? - Because you're going to have to!

Now!

You're a sitting duck, Gisburne.

No!

- Alan! - Mildred!

You're meant to shoot at him... come on...

- He's getting away. - After him...

It's Robin Hood!

Quickly... Kill him...

Shoot at him,

Shoot at him you fools...

You cross-eyed idiots!

Gisburne...!

Stop playing around in the mud and come up here!

You look like a decaying dung-heap!

Keep down wind of me for the love of Christ!

Lady Mildred.

Where's the Baron.

And where are your men?

The Baron was wounded in a tournament, my lord.

He's taken to his bed.

And your men, Gisburne? Have they taken to their beds as well?

We were attacked by outlaws ...that devil pursued me.

A devil, is he?

All I saw was a ragged wolfshead whom you seemed quite incapable of killing.

- The outlaws captured the wagon, my lord. - Obviously.

- But the dowry. - Safe in Nottingham.

Ten thousand marks. They came via Newark.

A little arrangement I made with your father.

Just as well as it turned out, eh, Gisburne?

Oh, they've really tricked us this time hadn't they?

They've really made fools out o'the lot of us!

Must've taken the money into Nottingham another way.

Well, of course they did!

- We can forget it. - And what about the girl?

Do we forget her as well?

What else can we do?

There must be a way.

There must be.

Get into Nottingham? You'd need an army!

- What is it? - A girl. Coming this way! She's on her own.

Who could it be?

John's fish I should think.

Meg, Meg, what are you doing here?

What is it, Meg?

What's the matter?

Come on... come on...

come on, what is it?

- A hundred? - From every villager.

I told you didn't I?

Well, I couldn't tell them it was because

because of me.

Oh you will help them won't you?

- You'll get your money. - Yeh, of course you will.

It's waiting for us, isn't it? In Nottingham Castle.

My life is over.

My heart is broken.

Bury me here in the green wood.

I'm beginning to think you enjoy it!

Why aren't you eating?

I've no appetite.

No appetite.

No appetite for anything have you!

Oh look at her!

Any mention of our forthcoming nuptials and she positively overflows.

God knows where it all comes from.

- Um... will there be many guests my lord? - It's a wedding, Gisburne, not a celebration.

Oh, I made a list of guests.

But then, after I'd read them,

I started crossing 'em off,

and I went on crossing 'em off until there was nobody left...

Shut up!

Fortunately most of my relations are either dead or living in Normandy.

- Which amounts to the same thing. - And the Abbot Hugo, my lord?

My dear brother

has had a sudden and totally uncharacteristic

surge of piety and hurried off on

a pilgrimage to Walsingham.

Thus saving both his soul and the necessity of providing me

with a wedding present.

- What is it? - There's a girl from Wickham, my lord.

She begs to see you.

One of your little mistakes is it Gisburne?

Bring her here!

- What do you want? - I'm Meg of Wickham, my lord.

The village where the outlaw was seen.

Well?

Well, it's about them the outlaws that I've come, my lord.

- I can help you catch them. All of them. - How?

Shut up, Gisburne!

I'm listening.

If...

If - if you would pardon the village my lord then I could.

If?

If?

I don't make bargains with scum like you!

Oh God! Not another snivelling female!

Stop howling woman!

Or I'll give you something to howl about...

Now then...

whether I pardoned the village or not

would depend exactly on what you had to tell me, wouldn't it?

You can catch them all, my lord. Tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

But I'm getting married tomorrow.

Oh, and I wish you joy, my lord.

They're coming here. To the castle.

- Who told you this fable? - It's true! I heard them in the forest!

Get out! But my lord!

Guard!

Throw this lying bitch out! It's the truth! I'm telling you the truth!

Oh put me down will you. I swear it's the truth. Put me down you brutes! Let go of me!

How very amusing!

Suppose if is the truth, my lord.

I hope it is, Gisburne,

because we'll be ready for them.

- Won't we? - But the wedding.

The wedding will proceed.

How can I possibly disappoint my bride?

She's so looking forward to it.

Aren't you... Mildred?

And if you can actually keep him here, Gisburne,

the capture of Robin Hood would be a fine feather in your cap, Gisburne.

And an excellent wedding present.

May I retire, my lord?

Certainly 'you may.

Escort her to her chamber, will you?

Sleep well my dear.

Dream of tomorrow's...

...consummation...

And Gisburne...

Yes, my lord?

Alert your men.

Right...

So far, so good...

Now...

Marion and Much will drive the cart...

Now Tuck, who's likely to marry them?

Well it won't be Abbot Hugo. He was... uh... on his way to Walsingham when we robbed him.

It'll probably be a priest from St John's, I reckon.

Then we'd better meet him.

Give me my trusty sword...

Forward men...

I'll murder the swine...

"plurum me" You fool.

I'm a glorified clerk, do you realise that?

Stop that Much, come on. Take this to Marion...

Marion...

- Here, put this on. - I'll never get away with it.

- Think of Mildred. - But I've never married anyone.

- Can't you do it? - Look, the Sheriff knows me, you fool!

Besides - if I married them they really would be married.

Even if I crossed me fingers. If you do it, it won't count.

- Alan, it won't get that far. - I hope.

- Here, mumble over that. - Can he read?

- He doesn't have to. Half the real priests can't. - I can"t stop shaking.

Alan...

you're a young priest. It's your first wedding.

- And maybe your last. - Well... thank you.

I'm glad you're losing weights.

As you all know today sees the marriage

of your master, Lord Robert de Rainault High Sheriff of Nottingham,

To the lady Mildred de Bracey, youngest daughter of Baron de Bracey.

After the ceremony is over on a signal from me - you will all cheer.

Understood?

We'll try one now.

Are you ready?

Deep breath. Cheer! Hooray!

We'll try that again.

On the command, cheer.

Cheer! Hooray!

Are you trying to be funny, Gisburne?

- Is there any sign of the priest? - No, my lord, nor the outlaws.

Is everyone alert and ready?

Yes, my lord.

Well put them back in their little box Gisburne or do something with them.

Take up your positions.

- Where is Father Giraldus? - I am the bearer of bad tidings my lord.

- I have been sent in his place. - What bad tidings?

- He's sick, my lord. - But he was here only two days ago!

- He dined with the Sheriff. - Indeed he did, my lord, indeed he did.

And more's the pity.

What on earth do you mean?

Oh his return to the church he was seized with the most dreadful pains.

Vehement gripings in the bowels all through Evensong

a most unseasonable sweat all over his body

a loud singing in the ears and a fearful trembling in the limbs.

You think it was something he ate?

I fear so, my lord.

I fear so. And purging has had no effect.

Hm... probably the pork.

Still can't be helped I suppose. And you are...?

Uh... Father Matthew, my lord.

Father Matthew.

Well, I'd better tell the Sheriff.

- What you got there then, sister? - Oh, hay for the stables,

an' a gift o' honey for the Sheriff from the villagers of Wickham and Maybury.

Honey, is it?

- Mmm... Oh, we've news of Robin Hood! - What news?

- We saw him! - Where?

Back there - down the road! Didn't we sister?

Coming out of Sherwood they were!

Go on then.

That's the easy bit!

Oh move over Tuck I can't help it, can I!

Shut up, we're nearly there!

The Sheriff is waiting, my lady,

I said,

...the Sheriff is waiting.

Let him wait!

Oh, I'll obey him!

That's what I'm here for, isn't it!

...I shan't weep...

Someone once told me

...that he loved me.

Not the Baron de Bracey's daughter.

...or her dowry.

But me...

And I'll never forget him!

In nomine Patris et Filis et Spiriti Sanctus...

You bless us at the end of the ceremony!

I... charge you...

if you know any reason

any reason - why you...

why you should not...

be joined in wedlock...

Get on with it man!

To speak now

or from this moment...

remain

forever silent.

Let us pray.

Are we to remain silent for ever?

Will you have this woman

...to be your wedded wife?

And live under Gods holy law

cleaving her to you...

...in sickness and in health?

So... so long as...

So...

So long as you both shall live. Good God man I know it better that you do!

I will!

Will you...

have this man

to be your wedded husband

in sickness and in health...

Outlaws my lord Sheriff!

Outlaws!

- In the castle grounds. - Come on...

Hundreds of 'em!

Some of you up there... rest of you with me.

Don't move!

...Will!

The doors, Will! The doors!

Out you get Much, Marion, Marion quick, quick,

Come on... Much...

The other one. Get the other one Much.

- Hurry. - Come on ...Tuck.

Hurry up with the cart Marion. Come on... oh.

Sorry about the wedding Sheriff.

Suppose you'll have to find another bride!

- Come on, back you come... - You'll never get out of here alive!

Ah yes, well we'll see about that, won't we!

Much, come on... eh?

- Pity Giraldus couldn't come wasn't it? - You murderer!

Oh no, no, no. No, he's in Sherwood. Ready for the real wedding!

You lifting your weight, Tuck?

- Where are they? - There's no sign of any of 'em, my lord!

Back to the hall! You... cover the main gate!

Come on John!

O more.

What's in it?

- They're coming back! - Alan...

Alan!

- Alan... - Gisburne.

Get our wagons back! Come on... Come on jump!...move!

Shift yourself Tuck. Come on!

To love and cherish till death us do part.

To love and to cherish till death us do part.

And there to I plight thee my troth.

Whom God has joined together let no man put asunder.

In Nomine Patris et Filis et Spiritus Sancti.

Amen.

- Stones! - He's done us again!

- No dowry! - Cunning bastard!

- Stones, my lord? - Yes, stones, Gisburne.

God there isn't an inch of me that isn't stung.

- But, but I don't understand. - Well, you wouldn't, would you Gisburne.

It's just that I don't have the same belief in your ability to protect the castle that you have.

And now I have the dowry and I haven't had to marry that stupid girl.

And the Baron thinks that Robin Hood has he money so he can't ask for it back.

So it's all turned out remarkably well, you see.

Rub my back Gisburne.

Lower!

...Ah... the relief.

What will they do now?

I mean they've got each other, haven't they?

Yes, we have.

Money means nothing to me.

I have a treasure beyond riches!

Love conquers all things.

Yeh, for the time being!

But what about the villagers of Wickham?

It's not much for what you did for us.

T's more than enough for Wickham!

- We can't accept that. - The Sheriff gave it to me. I don't want it!

Then long life and happiness to both of you.