All language subtitles for The Scarecrow of Romney Marsh [1963] (Chapter 2)

So, what are you
going to do now,
sir?

Going to make
an example of Ransley,

that'll teach
the others a lesson
they won't forget in a hurry.

Mutiny among the Scarecrow's
men is a worse danger than
the soldiers are.

Cheat, liar, traitor.
Convicted by your own words.

And this court sentences
you to die accordingly.

Oh, no.

CHORUS: ♪ The world
is a carousel of color

♪ Color

♪ Wonderful, wonderful color ♪

NARRATOR:
Walt Disney presents...

♪ A wonderful world of color ♪

NARRATOR:
From Walt Disney's
Wonderful World of Color,

more adventures of
The Scarecrow of
Romney Marsh.

And now your host
Walt Disney.

On this program we bring
you part two of our story,

which has a strange hero,
with an even stranger name.

Syn.
S-Y-N not S-I-N.

Dr. Syn,
whose alias
was the Scarecrow.

He was a real life character

who lived in
England during the
reign of King George III.

Just before
the American colonies'
struggle for independence.

At that time,
life for the ordinary
people of England was hard.

Taxation was heavy,
there was a great
deal of poverty.

Our hero, here,
lived a double life.

A respectable
clergyman by day,
and a smuggler by night.

He became a legend,
a hero and a friend
to the poor and needy.

For years
the King's army and
navy, tried to catch him,

or to force
those who followed
him to reveal his identity.

In our story you'll see
how this strange man,
the Scarecrow,

matched his wits

against all
the King's horses
and all the King's men.

CHORUS: ♪ Scarecrow!
Scarecrow!

♪ The soldiers of the King
feared his name

♪ Scarecrow

MAN: ♪ On the southern coast
of England

♪ There's a legend people tell
of days long ago

♪ When the great Scarecrow

♪ Would ride
from the jaws of hell

♪ And laugh

(SCARECROW CACKLING)

♪ With a fiendish yell

♪ With his clothes
all torn and tattered

♪ Through the black of night
he'd ride

♪ From the marsh to the coast
like a demon ghost

♪ He'd show his face then hide

♪ And he'd laugh

(SCARECROW CACKLING)

♪ Till he split his side

♪ So the King
told all his soldiers

♪ Hang him high
or hang him low

♪ But never return
till the day I learn
he's gone in flames below

♪ Or you'll hang
with the great Scarecrow

♪ Scarecrow! Scarecrow!

♪ Scarecrow! Scarecrow!

♪ The soldiers of the King
feared his name

♪ Scarecrow! Scarecrow!

♪ Scarecrow! Scarecrow!

♪ The country folk
all loved him just the same

♪ Scarecrow!

♪ He would always
help the farmer

♪ When there was
no gold to bring

♪ He'd find a way
for the poor to pay
the taxes of the King

♪ Scarecrow!
Every man would sing

♪ Scarecrow! Scarecrow!

♪ Scarecrow! Scarecrow!

♪ The soldiers of the King
feared his name

♪ Scarecrow! Scarecrow!

♪ Scarecrow! Scarecrow!

♪ The country folk
all loved him just the same

♪ Scarecrow! Scarecrow!
Scarecrow! ♪

(SCARECROW CACKLING)

I tell you, I will
not tolerate your troops
burning cottages on my land.

Why not?

Because the people here
are my people, General Pugh.

My family have been squires
of Dymchurch for 200 years.

I'm acting under
orders that you're under,
too, to maintain the law.

You're
justice of the peace.

Peace, yes.
And you've brought war here.

This is a war against time.

Offering
a reward for the capture
of the Scarecrow fellow

who leads this rabble
has been useless.

Yes, and so will be
burning, terrorizing.
My people hate you.

All right.

I'll make a bargain with you,
hmm?

I'll call off my men
if you'll help me
try another way.

Yes, well?
Now then.

The marsh people
share equally

the proceeds
of these smuggling runs,
that's the story, is it not?

So, you're the squire here.

Who among your tenants
has been behind in his
rents

and then paid up
recently, suddenly,
inexplicably perhaps?

Well?

Yes, I see
what you're getting at.
I'll go through my accounts.

Yes, do that.

Give me the names and get
the fellows round to your
house for questioning.

They won't
suspect anything
if you ask them there.

Then you leave them to me.

There's one that comes
to mind, you might
make a start with him.

Mmm-hmm.
A difficult fellow.
Bad farmer, too.

A widower with two sons
and an old mother
he treats none too well.

Ransley's the name.

Right. He'll do for one.
Send for him.

Very well.

He'll be round at my
house tomorrow morning.

Stop this burning,
do you hear?

Your servant, sir.

Come in.

Sir Thomas sent for me.
Joe Ransley.

This way.

I'll show him in, William.
Hello, Ransley.

Morning, Master John.

What does Sir Thomas
want to see me for?

I don't know.
It isn't my father anyway.

Come on.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Come in.

Joe Ransley, sir.

Morning, sir.

Joseph Ransley,
North Farm, Bonnington?

You're not much of
a farmer, are you?

Three years of bad harvests,
your sheep flock down to
60 head.

It's poor land, sir.
I do my best.

Yet you've stayed on it.

You got six months
behind with your rent
and suddenly paid it.

And you've been
paying it ever since.

Yes, sir.
Well, I...

How?

I've been selling off
some off my sheep, sir.

(GENERAL PUGH SCOFFS)

Sir Thomas never
questioned it, sir.

No? Well, I do.

I don't think you
sold your sheep, Ransley.
I think you're a smuggler.

Smuggler?

I'm an honest man, sir.
Yes?

You suddenly raised money
from selling sheep?

Where? To whom?

Prove it with
dates and bills of sale.

I don't keep no bills, sir.

Don't try lying to me,
Ransley. You paid with
smuggler's gold.

You know whom I'm after.
The man who leads you,
who pays you off.

I don't know what you mean,
sir.

Oh, yes, you do.
And I'll give you
a simple choice.

I'll throw you into
jail on suspicion

and I'll keep you there
for questioning until
you rot, or...

Jail, sir?
Let me finish.

Or you'll turn
King's evidence,

tell me all you know about
the Scarecrow's smuggling
gang.

Their movements,
where they meet
and when.

Nobody will know
you talked, Ransley,
but it's you or them.

I don't know nothing, sir.
I swear I don't know.

You're under arrest.

No, no, wait, sir, wait.

Well?

I said I don't know
nothing, sir, and I don't.

But I may be able
to find out, sir.

I'd try, if you'd give
me a little time, sir.

I give you 48 hours.

You'll either come forward
with the names of the men

you know to be in
this madman's gang,

these so-called Gentlemen
of the Marshes, or you
can rot in jail.

You got 48 hours, Ransley,
you understand? Now get out.

Yes, sir.

I'll find out all I can, sir.

You'd better.

Well, that's
what I heard,
sir.

And one
traitor's enough
to get you hanged,

the rest of us as well.

Hmm,
and there's a shipment
due from France tomorrow.

General Pugh is staying
at your father's, you say?

Your head's really
in the lion's mouth,
isn't it?

They don't notice me, sir.

You're going to
let me ride with you
tomorrow night, aren't you?

No, I'm afraid not.
It's too risky.

I don't see why.

I said no,
and you'll obey orders.

Your task is to keep
your eyes on General Pugh.

And what about Ransley, sir?

He's under orders
for tomorrow's run.

Ransley's one of my men,
and has to be protected.

I'm going to Bonnington
this afternoon.

I'll see what
frame of mind
he's in.

Afternoon to you, Vicar.
Afternoon, George.

Brought some things
for your grandmother.

Oh, I'll tell her
you're here, sir.
All right.

Granny.
The vicar's
here to see you.

Is your father about, George?
He's round in the back, sir.

I'll tell him you're here.
Thank you.

(DOG BARKING)

Hello, Mrs. Ransley.
Nice to see you
getting about again.

Thank you, Vicar.

I've brought
something to
cheer you up.

Oh, Vicar.
You shouldn't.

And to come all this way.

I have a big parish,
Mrs. Ransley.

Not as big as
your heart, Vicar.

You're too kind.

Well, how are you? Joe
and the boys looking
after you properly?

Joe?
My stepson looks
after himself, sir.

He don't care
for nobody else.

Oh, that can't be true.

Whatever comforts
we have here, sir,

me and the boys,
is no thanks to him.

It's because of the...

You won't say I told you?

I'm not
supposed to tell nobody.

I'm as secret as the grave,
Mrs. Ransley, you know that.

It's because
of the Scarecrow
and his smugglers

that we ain't
in debt no more.

And Joe's one of them.
I know it.

Surely not. That villain?

He's no villain, sir,
to us poor folk.

Believe me, sir,
if it weren't for him,

there's many
hereabouts would starve.

Joe would betray
the Scarecrow himself.

I heard him today,
telling the boys.

Making them agree to
what he's going to do.

They're afraid of him,
sir, and I'm...

Well, Vicar, you
wanted to see me?

Just to say good
day to you, Ransley.

And I brought
these few things
for your mother.

Stepmother.

Time for your rest.
Upstairs.

Yes, Joe. Yes, Joe.
Yes, I'm going.
I'm going.

Can I get you
a glass of brandy
before you go, Vicar?

Why, thank you,
yes, you may indeed.

Oh, Vicar,
I wanted...

Take care of yourself,
Mrs. Ransley.

Thank you, sir.
I'll call again.

God bless you, sir.
And you, Mrs. Ransley.

Well.

You're very generous
with the brandy,
my friend,

at the price
it is today.

Aye. It's a bigger
price than you think.

I regret to say that a great
deal of it in this parish
has been smuggled in

by some misguided
men under the leadership
of this Scarecrow fellow.

I don't know about that.

"Scarecrow, Scarecrow."

Why don't nobody talk
about somebody else?

I'm surprised that among
all the men who work for
him,

none has betrayed him yet.

Ah, 'cause many of them
are scared of him,
that's why.

Otherwise they
would betray him?

I don't know.

I don't
aim to stay
and find out.

There's many men don't want
to spend the rest of their
lives in this part.

Some have no choice.

But there's ways and
means of getting away.

Don't you forget that.
I've got plans.

Well, never mind.

Thank you for calling, Vicar.
Good health.

Well, I must
get on my rounds. I have
a busy afternoon ahead of me.

So have I.

And good day to you,
Ransley.

Good day to you.

And goodbye.

JAMES: I've got another
horse and cart, Dad.
RANSLEY: Good.

Leave it in the barn, Jim.

You, George, load everything
we can take on our cart and
you help him.

Take it up to the old Oast
house, at Knoll Hill.
I'll meet you there.

Dad,
what are you planning?

I'll tell you when we get
to the Oast house.
Go on, hurry.

RANSLEY: Whoa.

Go on, George,
get on with It.

Now, when we get the
Bonnington share of the
contraband tomorrow night,

we'll bring it back here,
and then we'll stow our
stuff on top of it.

And then clear out.
Clear out?

Yeah. Clear out.

I've got to. Away from
here and the Scarecrow,
General Pugh, the lot.

We'll sell
the brandy bit by bit
on the way to London,

then we can
go where we want.

But the Scarecrow
will find out.

We'll be well
on our way before he does.
And with money in our pockets.

Dad, you can't do this.

Shut up.
I tell you, I got to.

Or else Pugh
will have me in jail.
Come on, get on with it.

What are you going
to do now, sir?

Make an example
of Ransley,

that'll teach
the others a lesson
they won't forget in a hurry.

Mutiny among the Scarecrow's
men is a worse danger than
the soldiers are.

Will you
have to postpone
tomorrow's run, then?

No, no.
That cargo from France
is too valuable for that.

Yes, but if Ransley
thieves part of it,

he'll make the Scarecrow
look a fool to all the rest.

The government has
sent an army to protect us.

The Army shall protect us.

That's where you come in,
John.

(WHISPERING)

General,
there's something...

Why are you scowling?

I'm sorry, Kate.

I was thinking
about the General.

He dislikes me and
he thinks I'm a fool.

But he thinks everybody's
a fool except himself.

Why let it bother you?

I think you're
the nicest man
I ever met.

Oh, Kate.

If only I had a chance to
do something to make him
sit up and take notice.

(WHISPERING)
Mr. Brackenbury, can
I talk to you a minute?

I've something
to tell you, sir.

Where have you been?

He's always
disappearing
for hours on end.

(WHISPERING) Please, quiet.

I was
down at the harbor
working on my boat

and I heard
some men talking about
a smuggling run this week.

Where? And when?
Tomorrow night.

They didn't say where
the cargo'd be landed,

only where they'd be
taking their part of it.

It's a cargo of brandy.
And where are they taking it?

To Knoll Hill,
Oast house, they said.

I can show you
the place on a map.

There's enough cover there
for you to hide your soldiers

and catch the Scarecrow's men
red-handed.

The Scarecrow?
These were his men?

From the way
they spoke of him.

I don't know who they were.
I've never seen them before.

This is wonderful.

Will you report
it to the General?

No, and don't you either.

I'll take care
of this myself.

All right, but you won't let
anybody know that I told you
what I heard, sir.

The Scarecrow's
men would kill me.

I'll draw you a map
and take it to your
room.

It's true, Philip.
They would kill him.
They're desperate men.

Kate,
this is the chance
I've been waiting for.

I'm sorry.

SCARECROW: Help unload.

SMUGGLER:
Come on, hurry, lads.

RANSLEY: Steady. Hold it.

For your captain.

RANSLEY:
Throw the kegs out first.

SCARECROW: Scannel, Davis,
this is the Romnet village
share.

Take the marsh
road eastward.

Hurry.
Right, load.

Sam, to Hathaway's.
This load is for
Dymchurch.

Sir.

Ransley,
your load is for
the people of Bonnington.

Here we go, lads.

Get a move on, George.
Hurry up.

RANSLEY: Whoa.

RANSLEY: Now, load our gear.

Come on.
We've no time to waste.

What are you going to
do about Granny, Dad?

Nothing. Leave her.
She'd be in the way.

Yeah, but, Dad...
Come on, get on with it.

Halt, in the King's name.

Run for it, lads.

Halt, Ransley!

(EXCLAIMS IN PAIN)

BRACKENBURY: Hold your fire.

(RANSLEY SCREAMS)

(GROANING)

(PEOPLE MURMURING)

The court has
heard the evidence
against these wretched men.

They were caught red-handed

with 20 kegs of
contraband spirit
in their possession.

Defrauding His
Majesty's revenue.

They have no defense.

I demand
that an example
should be made of them,

as a warning to all men
and to their infamous leader.

I demand that they suffer
the extreme penalty of
the law.

(PEOPLE MURMURING)

(TAPPING)

Unless?

Unless, as I am
instructed by General Pugh,

they here and now
confide the name

of their leader
called the Scarecrow.

In which case,
the Crown will not press
for their death by hanging.

I don't know who
the Scarecrow is,
sir.

I tell you,
I don't know.
Nobody knows.

But you've seen him,
spoken to him.

Only to get orders.

When he called a meeting,
I haven't...

Where does he
hold his meetings?

Tell me that.

Different places, sir.
Different every time.

On the beach, on the marsh,
in somebody's barn.

Why protect him now?
He betrayed you.

Who is the man, Ransley?

I don't know, sir.
Or else I'd tell the court.

I don't want to swing
for the likes of him.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Silence. Silence in court.

That concludes the case
for the prosecution,
Your Worship.

Joseph Ransley.

George Ransley,
James Ransley.

The court
is left with no
alternative but...

By your leave, Your Worship,

I've just
returned home and
I found this note.

It's a threat, sir, and
I do not care for threats.

What's this, hmm?

"If the Reverend Dr. Syn
speaks for the prisoners
on trial,

"he will answer
to the Scarecrow
with his own life."

(TAPPING)

Who would want to
threaten you, Parson?

Were you about
to speak for these
ruffians in the dock?

How would he know that?

Well, General, words
get spread, I suppose.

I had mentioned
to my sexton,
Mipps,

a point of law that
had occurred to me,
regarding this case

and Mipps is not adverse
to an audience at the inn

where many people
spend their evenings.

(LAUGHING)

What point of law, Vicar?

Well, one which,
if you will allow me,
would certainly save

these unhappy prisoners
from punishment,

were it proved true.

I object to this
interruption, Your Worship.

The Crown demands...

If you please, Mr. Fragg.

What is this point of law
that occurred to you, Vicar?

Well, sir,
would this arch-smuggler,

knowing that
the prisoners were false
to him, as undoubtedly he did,

would he waste 20 kegs of
expensive spirit to bait
his trap?

I wondered if the contents
of the kegs had been examined.

If indeed they contained
contraband, then, of course,

the prisoners
must stand condemned.

But should they
not be examined
first?

(PEOPLE MURMURING)

Has counsel
for the Crown any
objection to this?

No. No, of course not.

Beadle.

Go and open the kegs.

And General,
I trust I can rely on
the protection of your troops

for coming forward after
this threat to my safety.

Of course,
of course.

Well, Beadle?

Your Worship, the kegs
are filled with sea water.

Everyone we've tried.

Sea water?
Sea water?

There is
no law in England
that can hang a man

or even imprison him
for carrying kegs of water.

The case is dismissed.

The prisoners
Ransley can go free.

You incompetent...

I thought
you were a fool and
now I know you are.

You bungled
this whole business.

Yes, General.

Trying
to take the law
into your own hands.

Get out of my sight.
Report back to
Dover Castle.

Thank you, Vicar.
Thank you for
what you've done.

You've escaped the law,
Ransley,

but your Scarecrow leader
won't let you escape him.

Nor any of his men
who know you for a traitor
if you stay in this district.

You'd best get away
as far as you can.

You got off this hook but
you're still on mine,
Ransley.

You've till tonight,
that's all.

Keep close watch on Ransley.
Off you go.

And you can watch Mr. Fragg,
the prosecutor.

(ALL CHATTERING EXCITEDLY)

(CHATTERING STOPS)

Sherry, please.

Rum for me, Mrs. Waggett,
please.

This case you came down for
must have been a great
disappointment to you, sir.

And who might you be?

Me, sir?
Mr. Mipps, sir.

Sexton, verger,
carpenter and undertaker.

And what is more,
right-hand man,

in matters
spiritual and otherwise,

to the vicar, Dr. Syn.

Indeed. You seem to mind
every kind of
business except your own.

Oh, that's very good, sir.
Very good.

If you want to know anything
about anyone in these parts,
I'm the man to come to.

And being
a servant of the Church,
the soul of discretion,

and on the
side of the law.

Mmm.

Well, I suppose you'll
be on your way back to
London tomorrow,

now that your
business here
is over.

Perhaps it isn't,
Mr. Mipps.
Perhaps it isn't.

Allow me, sir.
It's an honor for me.

FRANK: Thank you.
MIPPS: To your
very good health, sir.

Yes, I felt for you
in the court today.

Did you?

Hmm.

Well, and your
very good health, too.

You say
you are on the side
of the law, Sexton?

Why, naturally I am,
sir.

The law was
thwarted today.
You realize that.

Ah,
that Ransley's
a villain, sir.

A villain.
It was a wicked
miscarriage of justice.

How far away does
this Ransley live?

Oh, about an hour's ride
on a good horse, sir.

Can you get me a good horse?
Without all the world
knowing tonight?

Tonight, sir?
Why tonight?

Can you get me
a good horse,
Sexton?

Yes, yes, yes, yes,
I can get that
for you, sir, but...

Mum's the word, eh?

I'll meet you at the fork
in the sea road in half
an hour.

I'll have the horse
for you there. Right?

Oh, well.
Time for home and bed.
Good night, Mrs. Waggett.

Good night, sir.
Good night, boys.

ALL: Good night, Mr. Mipps.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Oh, it's you, eh?

What do you want with me?
To talk to you.

The prosecutor's just
gone in.

I know.
I followed him here.
Are all the Ransleys there?

No, only him.
The boys have run away
and the old lady's gone.

How can we hear
what's going on?

Well, this door
leads to the kitchen.

RANSLEY:
I'm getting out of here.

FRANK: Run away?
Where are you going to run?

This Scarecrow fellow
or his followers will
stop you going.

Unless you
stop them first.

Your life
isn't worth that.

Unless, I help you,
which I won't do,
without you help me.

You can't touch me, now.

You can't try me twice
for the same offense.

You were
acquitted by a trick.

You didn't know
there was water
in those kegs.

The Scarecrow
knew it, Ransley,

and if he knew that,
he knows you plan
to run.

I've got to run.

Not only from
him and the others.

General Pugh's after me, too.
General Pugh?

To put me in jail unless
I turn King's evidence.

You tell me
what I want to know

and I'll
offer you something
much better than that.

What do you mean?

The reward for your leader,
Ransley.

Give me the names of the rest
of your gang so that I can
bring them to trial.

(RANSLEY EXCLAIMS)

And get me throat cut
for certain?

You'll get it cut if
you stay and if you run.

Oh, leave me alone,
can't you?

Listen to me.
The department of revenue
will protect you, if you talk.

I can't talk.

They won't even
know it was you,

and even if they did,
you'll be a hundred
miles away,

with enough money
to start another life.

They'll kill me for sure.

They won't know.

You won't even have
to appear in court.

Your written
statement's all I need
and the signal system,

and the hiding places
for your loot.

That'll do you no good.

I don't know who
the Scarecrow is.

He'll come forward when
we've hanged a few of
his men.

Or someone
will give him up.
You leave that to me.

Give me some names,
Ransley.

You owe him nothing.
And you can buy your
freedom.

You...

The Scarecrow...

General Pugh...

You're driving me
out of my head.

Talk, and there'll
be 999 more like this.

The reward, you fool.

Keep out of
General Pugh's way.

Bring your list
of names to me.
20 will do.

I'll meet you this
time tomorrow night
at the castle ruins,

and you can have the rest.

Then you will be safe.

Safe from
General Pugh because
you will have done your duty.

And safe from
all the rest as well.

Fail me and
you are finished.

Nobody'll know?
Nobody.

(DOOR SHUTS)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Come in.

Well, Mr. Prosecutor.

What do you
want at this hour?

I thought you left
on the London mail
coach?

I'll leave
when my business
here is finished.

You called
me incompetent
after today's fiasco.

I've come to tell you
that I'll make you
eat those words.

You have, have you?

And how will you
make me do that?

By bringing to justice
enough of the smugglers here

to smash
the Scarecrow gang.
And probably catch him, too.

Just like that, eh?

Well, well, well.

And when will this haul
take place, may I ask?

This time tomorrow night.

Hmm.

I want to make sure
you'll be here to help me.

Help you? How?

Supply me with an armed
escort when I go to
round up these criminals.

I don't imagine
they'll come along
without a struggle, General.

What have you
found out, Lawyer?

Have a squadron
of your troops ready

standing by
at the old monastery
tomorrow night, at this hour.

And I'll tell you then.
I'll show you, General.

Tomorrow night
at this hour, eh?

Very well, I'll ride
with the troops myself.

Thank you.
Good night to you, General.

Mr. Fragg.

I hope this time
you've not bitten off
more than you can chew.

It's a good thing there are
more brains in my profession

than the evidence
would seem to show
there are in yours.

Good night again.

Ransley
will sell us all,
you can be sure of that.

Selling the freedom,
even the lives,

of 20 of his
fellow marshmen
wouldn't bother him.

We should stop him now.
Get rid of him, sir.

There'd be plenty
willing to do it.

Ransley's planning to
hand over to the law.

I have a better plan.

One that'll
teach a lesson to
all would-be traitors

and to
King George's revenue
men who offer blood money.

(COOING)

Ransley?

Ransley?

(SCREAMING)

(CACKLING)

(SNEEZES)

Why have you brought me here
like this?

I ain't done nothing.

Untie me, curse you.
I'll fight any two
of you.

What's wrong with you?
You're my mates.

I'm one of you, ain't I?

SCARECROW: No, Ransley.

(GAVEL BANGING)

SCARECROW:
This court is
now in session.

Uncover the second prisoner's
eyes so that he can see the
Scarecrow's justice.

You pack of scoundrels.

In the King's name
I demand that you
release me.

Gag him.

Now, the indictment
against the first prisoner.

Joseph Ransley, you stand
charged with treachery.

How say you,
guilty or not guilty?

I ain't hurt you none,
Scarecrow.

Guilty or not guilty?

Not guilty, curse you.

(ALL MURMURING)

First witness, Curlew.

I, the undersigned,
witnessed the accused
Ransley's conversation

with the prosecutor for
His Majesty's Department
of Customs and Excise

on the night of the 16th.

What?

During which conversation,
the said Ransley agreed to
turn King's evidence against

the rest of us
assembled here.

(ALL EXCLAIMING)

SCARECROW: Silence.

Further,
the accused agreed
to hand over 20 names

of men in our organization

and to sell this list for
gold to Prosecutor Fragg.

That's a lie.
I ain't even spoken to
him except in the court.

That time
the parson got me off.

You're lying, Ransley.
You were offered gold
to betray your friends.

No.
This gold.

(ALL EXCLAIM)

Taken from Prosecutor Fragg,
who came to keep his bargain
with you.

Next witness. Hellspite.

I, the undersigned,
witnessed the second
prisoner, Prosecutor Fragg,

in the company of Mipps,
the sexton of Dymchurch,

at the fork
in the sea road.

I followed the said
Fragg across the marsh
to the accused's cottage.

This on the night
of the 16th.

Lies. It's all lies.

Silence.

Stand down.

And now my deposition,
Ransley.

On the last run
of my gentlemen,

you attempted
to steal from us,
were caught and put on trial.

I didn't
hurt you none,
and I was acquitted.

Through the intercession
of a parson who disobeyed my
instructions not to interfere.

I'll deal with him later.

You told the prosecutor at
your trial that you would
betray me if you could.

In spite of the oath
you made with me.

The oath that every
man here has taken.

If a man thinks
he's going to
be hanged,

and his sons with him,
he'll say anything.

What kind of man will sell
his friends to the hangman
for gold, Ransley?

I ain't done that.

And never intended to?

No.
Empty his pockets.

Here are the names
he would sell.

Perhaps your names
are among them.

You were taking that note
to the prisoner Fragg,
tonight?

All right,
curse you,
so I was.

You think
you own us all.

You were going to kill me.

You drove me sons away
and the Army was after me.

Cheat, liar, traitor.
Convicted by your own words.

Gentlemen of the jury,
how say you?

Is the prisoner
guilty or not guilty?

ALL: Guilty. Guilty.

Guilty it is.

And this court sentences
you to die accordingly.

You dog,
you're not fit to live.

What are you going to do?

Oh, no.

Gag him, Hellspite.

No, no, don't.

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

SCARECROW: And spare us
seeing him die a coward
as well as a traitor.

You, Curlew,
cover the lanterns.

(MUFFLED GROANING)

SCARECROW:
Uncover the lanterns.

(ALL MURMURING)

Justice is done.

So end
all men who would
betray the Scarecrow

and the people
of the marshes.

(MUFFLED SCREAMING)

SCARECROW: Let him go.

Curlew, give my gentlemen
the King's gold.

Share it among you.

And remember
the Scarecrow's justice.

Now go, quickly.

Let him down.

(SCARECROW SNICKERING)

(RANSLEY GRUNTS)

CURLEW:
Oh. I thought...
I thought he was...

No. He's fainted.
I was afraid he'd come to
while Fragg was still here.

SCARECROW: Ransley.

Oh, no, no.

You're dead, Ransley.
Dead.

To all the men of the marsh,
who would otherwise kill you.

I give you one hour to cross
the county line and away
from here,

otherwise you'll really die.

You're dead,
run for your life.

(SCARECROW CACKLING)

Is the coffin ready?

Aye, sir.
I finished it yesterday.

Laughter, Sexton?

Have you no respect
for the dead?

Drive on. Drive on.

Well, sir, as you said,
"So end all traitors."

And the Scarecrow's men
still ride the marshes.

Can nobody
stop the villain?

They'll still try, sir,
don't worry, they'll
still try.

Look.

(PUGH SNEEZES)

Save some
space in your graveyard,
Parson, for the Scarecrow.

Because I swear to
you he'll be there.

And soon.

Well, good luck to you,
General,

and take care with
that cold you have.

Forward.

♪ Scarecrow! Scarecrow!

♪ Scarecrow! Scarecrow!

♪ The soldiers of the King
feared his name

♪ Scarecrow! Scarecrow!

♪ Scarecrow! Scarecrow!

♪ The country folk
all loved him just the same

♪ Scarecrow! Scarecrow!
Scarecrow! ♪

(SCARECROW CACKLING)

On our next program,

we'll bring you the
third and final adventure

of Dr. Syn,
Alias the Scarecrow.

It is one of the most daring
and dangerous exploits of
them all.

We'll be back in just a minute
with a few scenes from this
exciting story.

NARRATOR: Next week,
an encounter with
a figure from the past

leads the Scarecrow of Romney
Marsh on his most dangerous
mission.

If you're the deserter,
we're here to help,
not harm you.

I'm Dr. Syn.

Now, Harry, this is
Simon Bates, an American.
He is hunted by the law, too.

Mr. Banks.
How do you do, Mr. Bates?

Deserter?
No.

Preaching sedition.
Freedom for the colonies.

HARRY: Then you're
taking a big risk.

So are you.
And you're wasting
time. Come on, off you go.

Halt in the King's name.

There are some
prisoners in the castle.
They've asked for my help.

I intend to release them.

Release them, Scarecrow?

You will be led by the
vicar of Dymchurch,
Dr. Syn.

(SHUSHING)

MAN: Halt!

NARRATOR: Be with us
as the Scarecrow brings
his fight for freedom

to the King's
General's stronghold.

(DRUM ROLL)

Next week, in
the conclusion of our story

The Scarecrow
of Romney Marsh.

On Walt Disney's
Wonderful World of Color.