All language subtitles for Robin.Hood.2025.S01E05.1080p.WEB.h264-ETHEL-HI

WOMAN:
Previously on "Robin Hood."

HUGH: Aedric,
Wild Aedric, as he was known,

was a Saxon thane.

That stone is
from a sacred place.

It's a great cave
in the heart of the forest.

YOUNG ROB:
Will you take me there?

HUGH:
Godda will lead you.

SHERIFF:
Priscilla is bright,

more capable
than most men I know.

After Aronne's funeral,

I wish you to take her
to the convent.

A man shouldn't have
to grieve alone.

I could stay with you tonight.

- How dare you.
- For your own good!

For your protection.

Now... I turn my back
on you, Father.

Drop the knife!

- Drop it!
- Get him!

RALPH: Isabel.

DREW: Henry showed
his pecker to her.

We are out here
because of you.

ELEANOR: We're often put
in circumstances

not of our choosing.

That doesn't mean
we don't have power

over the men
who put us there.

ROB: A supply wagon
to the Abbey.

They'll have food.

Stop!

[grunting]

- ROB: What's your name?
- Friar Tuck.

We are but 15 men.
We need more to find them.

Well, bring men
from the garrisons at Warick.

- Leicester.
- They'll want coin for that.

SHERIFF: Half will come
from Nottingham's coffers.

The other half,
from the Abbey.

Hold there.

SPRAGART:
You're Locksley, I know you.

If you want to hurt the Normans,
you steal their money.

[all screaming]

[groaning]

[groaning]

The whole Church--
you disgrace us all!

Enough!

They stole the reward money.

All of it.

A heinous devil

by the name

of Robin Hood.

[fire roaring]

[dramatic music]

[whispers echoing]

[dramatic music crescendoes]

[gasping]

[gasping]

[wincing]

[quiet shushing]

How much is it?

More than you'd know
what to do with.

SPRAGART: Rubbish,
I know what to do with it.

Spragart's Ale House.

Best tavern in Nottingham.

No... we bury it.

Bury it?

ROB: We can't carry it all.

And we can't be found
with it on us.

I want my share.

There, satisfied?

More than you've held
in your hand ever.

It's a start.

[distant horse neighing]

[horse nickering]

[neighing]

ROB:
Tuck, stay with Henry.

[hooves thundering]

[neighing]

LITTLE JOHN: Those are
soldiers from Leicester.

A whole damn army.

ROB: They're after us.

[dramatic music]

[horses neighing]

I bid you welcome,
Lord Warick.

A hard ride, but we came
as soon as we heard.

The Earl of Leicester is
already here.

Is he?

[whispering]
Coward.

Warick, finally.

- Are you well?
- Well enough, Leicester.

- Where are your men?
- On their way.

I came ahead so that I could
hear the news without delay.

You came ahead to make a deal.

Always one to agree
to a penny before another.

We sit at
the same table, Warick.

Gentlemen, as you know,
the Bishop of Hereford

was attacked, robbed,

and his men murdered
at Stafford's Mill.

How is the poor fellow?

He's upstairs, under guard.

- He'll speak to no one.
- And the men who attacked him?

Saxon criminals,
according to the Bishop.

And does Locksley run
with them?

I'm not certain.

And the reward, Sheriff?

- Half from me now.
- And the other half?

It will be paid.

Stafford's Mill.
I know those woods.

I'll take my men there
at first light,

and we'll search on foot.

I have men at Oxley Bridge,
and they've not been spotted.

Which means
they can't have moved

more than
a few miles from the mill.

Warick,
you will ride the river,

and move west.

Leicester, from the Mill.

And we'll trap them
at the Bridge.

[door creaking open]

[groaning]

Your Eminence.
It's Priscilla.

How did you get in here?

My father built many secrets
in this castle.

I know them all.

- You lied to me.
- Did I?

I thought
that was Huntingdon.

Your father entrusted me
to ferry you to the convent.

I still have to take account
with him for that.

I will tell
my father the truth,

that you had nothing
to do with it.

Hm.

And will you tell him
about Huntingdon's role?

Lord knows what you did
to turn him to your cause.

[disgusted grunt]

I did nothing other
than borrow a horse

from a foolish man.

What happened in the forest?

What did you see?

[fire crackling]

I saw outlaws.

Heinous fiends that
I hope never to see again.

One in a hood.

The devil himself.

I saw him in my dreams.

A terrible fire.

The end of our dominion.

You see...

in your dreams, do you?

Then the question is,
through whose eyes?

[fire crackling]

[soft neighing]

I was there
when he lost his son.

Wretched business.

We'll put
an end to it shortly

and give Huntingdon
the justice he deserves.

Where are we gonna go?

There are too many.

These woods will soon
be crawling with soldiers.

To the west,
where the forest rises.

It's the most wild
and untrod there.

A man can hide
and never be found.

- How far away is it?
- A good day and a half.

Or with Henry... two.

- We'll carry him.
- ROB: No.

We're not going together.

The soldiers are
looking for a gang.

All together,
we stand out.

Split up?

- No.
- Yes.

Why would we break apart
when we've only just

- come together?
- Ralph, if we don't,

- we will all die.
- I agree.

- It's our best chance.
- No!

DREW:
Where'd your fight go, Rob?

You were the one
who wanted this.

And I was wrong!

Look, this was a mistake,
it's over.

Too many have already died,
and for what?

This is Saxon land,
when do we fight for it?

Saxons already did
fight for it,

and we lost.

[distant thunder rumbling]

We bury the money by this oak,

and we go our own way.

It's the only way we'll survive.

I don't want any more blood
on my hands.

Certainly not any of yours.

We'll never see
each other again.

That's the point.

This should be enough
for a new life.

Take it and live well.

Godda be with you.

I don't need
Godda's scrawny ass

or anyone else's.

All I need is a drink.

Ralph...

take care.

And where will you go, Rob?

There's a place in the forest
my father told me of.

I want to see it.

Lord protect you.

[thunder rumbling]

[door rattling]

You sent for me, My Lord?

I ride with Warick
and Leicester

to catch these heathens.

You will stay here...
for now.

What more important business

would you have me attend,
My Lord?

My daughter's valet.

Should I make it look
like an accident?

It doesn't matter.

[cattle bleating]

[door squeaking]

I'm sorry.

Please speak
with your father.

He'll listen to you.

No, he won't.

You raised a knife
against him, Milange,

what were you thinking?

He was going to hurt you.

He wouldn't've hurt me.

I thought you understood that,

the love between
a father and a daughter.

You must leave Nottingham.

- And go where?
- I don't know.

But you'll never
be safe here.

I bid you well.

I will miss you.

Milange?

I hope one day you find
a family of your own.

[thud]

[sheep bleating]

- [fire crackling]
- Father?

Is it true that Lord Warick
and the Earl of Leicester

have arrived with men?
A hundred strong?

[sniffles]

Yes.

Will you and I join the hunt?

No, I've spoken
to Warick and Leicester.

If they find Locksley,
they'll bring him to me.

You and I will
make this right.

An eye for an eye, Aleppo.

We'll take Locksley's.

One at a time.

[door opening, closing]

Hyah!

[thrilling music]

[thrilling music continues]

[horses neighing]

Warick, that way.

Leicester, I'll see you
at the far side of Sherwood.

[horses neighing]

[dramatic music]

[soft music]

Friary of St. Edwards
that way.

It's a shame, really.

For a moment there,
we almost felt like a family.

Hm.

Perhaps it's God's will.

If anything goes wrong,

meet where the money's buried.

Goodbye, monk.

[distant bell tolling]

- What is it?
- Your Highness, we have

received word that soldiers are
amassing in Nottingham.

- Why?
- There is an outlaw

who has stolen taxes
from the Bishop of Hereford

and killed his guards.

Well, he must be
caught and hung.

Yes, the Sheriff has called
on Earl Leicester

and Lord Warick's soldiers
to find him.

Two hundred men, I'm told.

Two hundred.
To catch an outlaw?

What is the Sheriff up to?

That is hard to say.

Send the Marshal to me.

There is another matter.

- Yes.
- It concerns

Marian of Huntingdon.

[knocking at door]

Where's your servant Milange?

I haven't seen him.

Search as you wish, Captain.

I am not the Captain.

We can work on that.

I don't share
Lefors' weaknesses, Miss.

[door rattling]

Then clearly...

you've never been offered
proper temptation.

- [door rattling]
- SOLDIER: He's not here.

Dismount!

Eyes wide!

Drive the bastards
to Oxley Bridge.

Kill them there.

[whispers echoing]

[suspenseful music]

That way, spread out!

[panting]

[door closes]

We have received word
from Nottingham.

It seems
your brother Aronne is dead.

Aronne died?

- How?
- Pursuing an outlaw.

Not far from your home.

An outlaw?

What outlaw?

We don't know.

I am so sorry
for your loss, Marian.

Go, Marian.

Have the rest of the day
to yourself.

[suspenseful music]

[carriage rattling]

[whistling]

Going far, pilgrim?

The Friary of St. Edward.

[distant thunder rumbling]

Pilgrimage when
it's certain to storm?

We can offer you a ride
if you don't mind the company.

[distant thunder rumbling]

Thank you.

Angels.

A blessing
for each one, of course.

[distant thunder rumbling]

You asked for me,
Your Highness?

Warick and Leicester are
gathering troops

without informing us.

Two hundred to Nottingham.

For what reason?

To catch a common thief.

I thought Warick
and Leicester were loyal.

Especially Leicester.

Is there reason to believe
that's changed?

Hundreds of men?
To catch an outlaw?

Don't you find that
a bit suspicious?

Perhaps the Sheriff wants
to solve the matter on his own,

before it comes
to the King's attention.

I don't like it.

The Barons of England,

they're not dependable, Marshal.

They're fickle.

[thunder crackling]

Like the wretched weather
in this country.

And I worry...

will they support Richard
when he ascends the throne?

Your son will have
the support of most Barons.

Bar a few.

The Sheriff of Nottingham.

He is Henry's cousin.

So he will support Prince John,
if that is the King's wish.

We know
what Henry's wish is.

[sighing]

John as king...

what a calamity.

The ascension
of either prince appears

far from imminent,
I'm afraid.

The King's mistress reports
that he remains in good health.

Well then,
she's not doing enough.

How often does she see
my husband?

Once a week, I believe.

Well, clearly
that's not sufficient.

Tell her to put
her back into it.

The longer he lives,
the more uncertain

my position becomes.

I want you in Nottingham.
I want you to see

with your own eyes
what's happening.

I'll prepare a carriage
and leave immediately.

Ride, it'll be quicker.

You like to ride,
I'm informed.

I do, Your Majesty.

I heard you received news
from Nottingham.

Is nothing secret here?

It's the palace.

Of course not.

One of my brothers has died.

- Killed by an outlaw.
- I'm sorry.

I wish I'd never left home.

My time with Aronne has
been stolen from me.

He had no choice
in the matter.

I know.

Father's command.

And the Queen wanted you.

As she inferred.

Why, I don't know.

Because of your father's
closeness to the Sheriff

and your friendship
with Priscilla.

Priscilla?
What does that matter?

Look here.

You're Scotland.
I'm London.

Between us is Middle England.

That's York.
It guards the Scottish border

and the northern shore.

Leeds and Chester.

Strongholds of the north.

Warick, Leicester,
and Coventry.

They guard the south
and the borders of London.

- Nottingham.
- Yes.

Nottingham is
the stronghold of the midlands.

It connects lower England
to the north,

and the Sheriff's
allegiances stabilize

or destabilize...
the entire country.

King Henry has
always known this.

That's why he ensured
his cousin was

the Sheriff of Nottingham,
and the Sheriff

will never support Eleanor

if she makes another attempt
on the throne.

So, what Eleanor needs
in Nottingham

- is an ally.
- Or, even better...

a spy.

How do you know all of this?

I'm a good student.

I pay attention,
and I listen carefully.

I'd advise you
to do the same.

ELEANOR: Alone with
none but thee, my God,

I journey on my way.

What need I fear
when Thou art near,

oh King
of night and day?

But when that other king
draws near, oh Lord,

release me from his grip,

for what he seeks is
wrong and evil...

my Lord,
I seek only what is right

for my son Richard.

Leave not England
in Henry's evil hands,

lest it turn into a shadow
for its savior.

[distant thunder rumbling]

We marched all the way
from the Mill.

Nothing?

They're using the forest,
cunning bastards.

Keep looking.
All of you! Keep looking!

Come on!

[suspenseful music]

Now, I know
I owe you two a drink.

You pop in later,

filled to the brim all round.
Another cup?

MAN:
They don't charge him.

Stupid fool.

[laughing]

[clucking]

Best meat you have,
and better ale.

You got coin for that?

Have myself a sit.

[clucking]

MAN:
That was the Sheriff,

hunting them outlaws, I bet.

We'll need to stop
for the night.

[thunder crashing]

To Nottingham.

[grunting]

[distant rumbling]

HUGH: [echoing]
One day, when you're ready...

Godda will lead you.

[whispers echoing]

[panting]

[bats chirping]

[eerie ethereal music]

[eerie ethereal music continues]

HUGH: [echoing] That stone,
it's from a sacred place.

The heart of the forest.

[music fades]

[cattle braying, bleating]

RALPH: Mother...

[fire crackling]

[low growling]

[distant howling]

[low growling]

Oh...

Did you come here to die?

[low growling]

I-- I won't hurt you.

I only want shelter, too.

You share the cavern,
I'll share my food.

[whining]

There.

No one should die hungry.

Good.

We have an accord.

Father...
would you bless the food?

Of course.

Bless us, oh, Lord,
and these, Thy gifts,

which we are about to receive.

[gentle music]

There is no greater gift
on God's Earth than family.

The bond of a mother's love.

Of kinship between siblings.

Of a father's protection.

Nothing is
as powerful as such love.

Familial love keeps us safe.

It will be tested.

Softly, then fiercely.

[gentle music continues]

But it remains.

[coins clinking]

Whether we're alone...

lost...

or searching for our path.

[gentle music continues]

Nothing binds us so powerfully,

and we are blessed...
to ever have it.

Amen.

FATHER: Amen.

[fire crackling]

HUGH: [echoing]
As I said...

Godda would lead you here.

Father.

HUGH: The ancients
called this cave a womb.

It's not
where old wolves come to die.

It's not a tomb.
It is a place of rebirth.

You have much to do.

What are you talking about?

What you will become.

What lies ahead for you.

Who you are.

I wish I knew.

I only ever wanted
to be like you.

- A forester.
- You are so much more.

More than I could ever be.

What would you have me become?

A killer?

- A criminal?
- You will become

what the Normans deserve.

A man who will strike fear
into their hearts.

A son you would be
ashamed of.

No.

A son who will make me proud.

Listen to your bow.

It will tell you its reach.

And listen to your heart.

It will tell you what is right.

I remember everything
you taught me.

HUGH:
More than anything, remember,

no man can escape
his purpose, Robert.

Go back to them.

They'll be waiting for you
at the oak.

[neighing]

WARICK: Search the place!

SOLDIER: Look over there.

[door thudding]

WARICK:
Oh, what do we have here?

- [grunting]
- You boys have been fighting.

- Bring them!
- [grunting, groaning]

- Let go of me!
- Please, please, stop!

Let go of me!

You hid them!
Criminals the Sheriff sought!

No, we didn't!
We did nothing of the sort!

- Burn the fields!
- WOMAN: No!

[distant shouting]

[sobbing]
No, please, no-no-no...

[dramatic music]

[dramatic music]

[ethereal whispers]

[panting]

[dramatic music]

[dramatic music continues]

They don't appear to be
vicious devils.

They were part of it.

If nothing more.

Hm.

[grunting]

[gasping]

- [grunting]
- Who sealed your wound?

- Answer His Lordship.
- A monk.

Why would a monk help you?

And we found this.

[coins clinking]

Where did you get this?

Where did you get this?!

SHERIFF:
Take them to the dungeon.

Pain has a way
of loosening all lips.

[mournful music]

[distant coughing]

Isabel?
What happened?

They took the Millers.

- What?
- My husband betrayed them.

Why?

The reward.

Soldiers came in,
looking for the outlaws.

They said the Millers were
joined up with them.

My husband...

he told on them...

brought the soldiers here.

What am I going to do?

JOHN: Dig, dig.

- I got one.
- [laughter]

I got one!

[exhaling]

Why didn't you signal?
We could've killed you.

Think I died already.

I almost ran myself
to death.

What are you doing
back here?

He told me to come back.

He? Who?

Christ almighty.

How'd he do that then?

A sign.

He's not shy, is he,

telling you
what he wants and all.

Warning me, more like.

What caused you two
to come back this way?

Misunderstanding.

Got into a little trouble
in the tavern.

Lost our coin.

Oh.

Well...

perhaps it is providence

that none of us had
any else place to go.

Eh, probably.
Whatever that is.

[panting]

Look at that.

Proper resurrection.

Did Jesus send you back, too?

- What?
- Nothing.

Who's this,
Mary Magdalene?

Isabel,
from the Millers' village.

- They've been taken.
- What do you mean, taken?

- To be hung.
- We must save them.

Save 'em? Not likely.

Besides, I thought
we was all done.

If you don't want to help,
I'll do it alone.

No, that would be suicide.

We'll do it together.

SPRAGART: Ah, come on, you know
what happens to heroes,

they bleed out in the mud,
while the world moves on

- without them--
- We're going.

JOHN: We can't just
walk in to Nottingham.

There'll be
soldiers everywhere.

They'll be blessed
before they're hung.

By monks from
the Friary of St. Edward.

They always bless the damned.

- So?
- So, I have an idea.

[ominous music]

[stifled sobbing]

You may not believe me,
but I don't wish to hurt you.

I have nothing to hide.

Good.

What is your name?

My name is Ralph Miller.

Ralph?!

You're a girl.

Your name, child.

[screaming]

It's Rosemary!

Her name's Rosemary!

[sobbing]

Did you rob the Bishop?

- Did you rob the Bishop?
- I did! Yes!

I did!
[sobbing]

Bring in the next one.

No! No!

No! No! No!

- No! No! No!
- Come on!

[shrieking]

He's mute!
He can't speak!

We shall see.

We robbed the Bishop!

We killed his men
and robbed him blind.

We shall get to you
soon enough.

Are these the heathens
that robbed you?

Yes.

But there were more.

And we shall
find them as well.

Which one of you...

is the devil Robin Hood?

Him, you'll never catch.

[dramatic music]

[horse neighing]

[nickering]

[ominous music]

I can take him,
but you'll be hard-pressed

to find a room in there.

- Why so busy?
- Hanging.

It's always good
for business.

What's wrong?

My father died there.

This time will be different.

I'm to the tavern.

[distant patrons chanting]

[cheering]

[chanting continues]

I'm sorry, Father.

[chanting continues]

Normans.

[crowd cheering]

His Eminence,
the Bishop of Hereford,

a servant of God,
suffered gross injustice.

[crowd roaring]

[horse nickering]

How much for this wagon?

It's not for sale.

Yes, it is.

This could buy
the whole stable.

I only want the horses
and the wagon.

The rest, you keep.

All right.

Let this be a lesson
to all who believe

they can take without regard

for the laws of our land

or the authority
of our King.

[crowd roaring]

Out! Before I gut you, out!

[door thudding]

[crowd jeering]

ROB: Take the wagon,
drive it straight through town.

And don't slow.
Do you understand?

ISABEL: I understand.

[crowd jeering]

[fire sizzling]

[crowd jeering]

[dramatic music]

May God have mercy
on their souls.

Be quick with it.

[groaning]

No!

[screaming]

[people shouting]

No-- no!

[gurgling]

Seize them!

[grunting]

[screaming]

[screaming]

[screaming, shouting]

Come on, Henry!
Get up!

There is your devil!

- Kill him!
- [arrows whooshing]

Close the gates!

[battle-cries]

[portcullis rattling]

[dramatic music]

[screaming]

[screaming]

[grunting]

[dramatic music]

[overlapping screams]

[horses neighing]

Godda, see this.

Bring him down!

[grunting]

[portcullis rattling]

[gasping, screaming]

Hyah!

[portcullis rattling]

[grunting]

Get the other wheel!

[horse neighing]

Hyah!

[thudding]

Hyah!

[John laughing]

I want to go with you!

Well, come on then!

[soldiers' battle-cries]

[portcullis rattling]

Would that be Robin Hood?

And his bleeding Merry Men.

Hyah! Hyah!

ROB: Stop here.
Let's go into Sherwood.

The Sheriff's men
will be coming.

Who is this?

A friend.

Then good tidings
to you, friend.

Let's go.
Let's go.

HANDMAID: The wound is clean.
It will heal.

The weapon of a savage.

A savage who today
defied a king.

I want it.

SHERIFF: Why?

Talisman?

[wincing]

BISHOP:
My Lord, we must go.

The Earl of Pembroke
is waiting.

The Earl Marshal is here?

SHERIFF: Indeed.

Robin Hood was not

the only unexpected visitor
here today.

The Queen's eyes were
here as well.

[dramatic music]

[dramatic music crescendoes]