All language subtitles for The Scarecrow of Romney Marsh [1963] (Chapter 3)

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

I intend to release them.

Release them, Scarecrow?

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

Ben Davis?
You trust me?
All of you?

Or will you
stand forward now,
and say that you're afraid?

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NARRATOR: This week,
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of The Scarecrow
of Romney Marsh.

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On this program,
we bring you the third
and concluding adventure

of the most wanted man
in England 200 years ago.

He had
two names,
two identities.

One of them,
he was Dr. Syn,
vicar of Dymchurch parish.

In the other, he was known
only by his nickname,
the Scarecrow.

And under this alias,

he led the greatest
smuggling gang in the country.

All around here,
on the southeast coast
of England, where he lived.

They still talk about him
in some of the old inns
there today,

and you can see
rooms he hid or
slept in,

and the parish church
where he preached as vicar.

In those days,
ordinary folk found
life very, very hard.

They were poor,
and the laws of
the land were harsh.

So, because this
strange character,

the Scarecrow,
robbed the government
of revenue, to help the poor,

he became
a hero and a legend.

And all the forces of law and
order that tried to stop him

were outwitted
so often that even the King
himself intervened personally

to try and put an end
to the Scarecrow.

♪ 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)

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.
I sent for you.

So you could explain to me
this enormous loss in the
revenue.

Your orders
were to stamp
out this smuggling,

yet in the weeks you've been
down there, it's grown worse.

Well, sir? Well?

The whole countryside
protects the smugglers and
their leader, Your Majesty.

They see him
as a benefactor.

Protects! Protects!

My home secretary
bombards me with figures
of the drop in excise duties.

I have to listen to sly
jokes at my expense and
my army's expense.

Cartoons appear
in the public press,

showing me dancing
like a puppet on strings,

held by this fellow
they call the Scarecrow.

I sent you extra troops
and what happens?

Nothing! Nothing!

By making
a fool of yourself,
you make a fool of me.

I'm doing my best,
sir, but as I said...

Your best is not
good enough, General.

You let this scoundrel slip
through your fingers,
didn't you?

Well, sir?

Well?

I did
everything in my power...
Silence!

I should relieve you
of your command,
perhaps.

Eh? Eh, sir?

If you'll give me
a little more time...
Time! Time!

I have a war
in France, rumors of
insurrection in America,

and I must give you time?

More money, more men

to deal
with a pack of smuggling
yokels in my own country?

You're incompetent
and lax, General.

I'll stamp out this
business, Your Majesty.

(SCOFFS)
I give you my word.

Just one month, sir.

I'll give you one month.

The War Office
said that you were
a hard man, General.

Well, sir, be hard.
Do you hear me, eh?

Be hard.

Now, go back
to your command
and use your brains.

...made by men.
There's a new spirit
in the world, Mipps.

Taxed out of existence,
robbed of their independence

by the King's government,
the people must fight
back how they can.

Men can't beat armies, sir.

Ideas can.
Faith can move mountains.

What we're doing
here is just a pinprick,

but 1,000 pinpricks
put together will...

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Who's that?

Who are you, stranger?
Gently, Mipps.

(PANTING)

Dr. Syn.
Mother Hathaway sent me, sir.

There are troops
out searching for me.

Why? What have you done?

You're an American,
are you not?

Yes, sir.

I've been branded a traitor,

and sentenced to death
for preaching sedition.

You should know this
because I ask for sanctuary.

Sedition?

That's what King George calls
our wish for freedom and
independence, yes.

I can't deny you sanctuary,
mister...

Bates. Simon Bates, sir.

Mr. Bates. But it would not
be safe for either of us
to hide you here.

You'll give me up?
No.

But, Mipps, take him
to Mrs. Waggett's inn.

My sexton will know
what to say to her.

She'll hide you
till the coast is clear.

You say nothing.

SERGEANT: Any sign of him?
SOLDIER: No, Sergeant.

All right.
Let's make
for the hills.

Forward!

Oh, hang it all, Vicar,

you'd think I might
beat you once in a while.

He's as clever as a fox.
Do you play, General?

No,
I haven't got the
patience for games.

But you hunt the fox
though, don't you, sir?

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Well?
General Pugh, sir.

Squadron searching the
marshes, cooperating
with the naval pickets.

I know, I know.
All the press-gang men

who jumped ship at Dover
have been recaptured, sir.

Good.
Except one.

What?
A man was seen

heading for Dymchurch an
hour ago, but we lost him.

Permission to carry out
house-to-house search, sir?

Yes.
Sir.

Every house, you understand,
and thoroughly. Spare no one.

This is the chance I've been
waiting for to turn this
place inside out.

I don't
wonder a deserter
would head this way.

Why, General?

Because your people here
are lawless themselves.

They shield this Scarecrow
and his smugglers,
don't they?

You have no proof of that.
They do.

And if I find one
of them, any of them,

hiding a deserter,
there'll be some
hanging here.

Well, good night, Sir Thomas.
It's time I was getting home.

Good night to you, Vicar.

I'll see you
to the gate,
sir.

General.

(WHISPERING) If they search
every house, they'll find
Mr. Bates,

the American rebel
you're hiding.

We'll have to move him.

Come on.

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

I'm Dr. Syn,
vicar of Dymchurch.

Dr. Syn?

I can't believe it
after all these years.
Do you know him, John?

It's Harry,
your brother.

I didn't
recognize you, either.
You've grown so much.

And you with a beard.
And you used to be fat!

Have you just come?

I had to wait
till it was dark.

Anyone here
would know me.

Why, Harry,
come in the house.
Well, Father's there and...

Really, I can't.
There's soldiers there.

I saw them
through the window.

Harry.
You heard General Pugh.

They hang deserters
from the Navy.

Harry's the man
they're looking for.

The marshes are now
under military law,
sir.

I have my authority
from the King.

If you have any objection,
complain to him, sir,
not to me.

Thank you
for dinner
and good night.

Good night to you, sir.

Madam, Mr. Brackenbury.
General.

Won't you let Philip
stay a little longer?

Just as a favor to me?
Please?

Very well.

Speak to Father now.

All right, Kate.

Could I talk to
you a moment, sir?

Hmm?

Have I your permission to
ask for Kate's hand, sir?

No, sir.
You have not.

I understand that
your family regards

you as independent and
rebellious, and they've
cut you off. Am I right?

Well, yes, sir, it's true,
my father and I...

And that you live
on your Army pay.

How am I to know that
you're not more interested

in Kate's fortune
than her hand?

As Kate's father, sir,
you may consider it
your privilege

to question my honor,
but I'm afraid I do not.

Good night, Sir Thomas.

Good night, Mr. Brackenbury.

I'm leaving.
There's nothing
more to say after that.

Isn't there
something to say to me?

Father fights everybody.

He only respects those
who fight him back,
and so do I.

Aren't you going
to fight for me?
Oh, Kate.

Do you know,
when we're in port,

we're netted below
decks like cattle?

Fed and watered and penned
and driven to the slaughter,
we...

What's this? Vicar?

Hello, Father.

Harry?

Harry.

It can't be!
It can't be you.

After all these years, boy.

I thought you...
I thought you were dead.

Only half dead, Father.

You look it.
Why are you here,
hiding like a criminal, hmm?

I am a criminal, sir.

Harry's the deserter
they're looking for,
Sir Thomas.

You deserted?
Escaped.

They took me by force,
and I got away by force.

Four years of my
life they've had.

Want to see the decorations
I got in the King's service?

I'm no longer going to
be treated like a dog.

My dear boy.

Come over to the house,
you look starved.

I am, sir.

You can't go to
the house, sir.

Philip Brackenbury's
still there.

I must get you away.
Leave this to me,
Sir Thomas, will you?

Yes, but how will you...
And ask no questions.

If you know nothing,
then you'll not have to lie
when the Navy comes searching.

I'll see you again, boy.
As soon as I can.

Don't worry, my sexton
and I will deal with this.
Go with your father, John.

Good night, sir.

(WHISPERING) Do you think
he heard or saw anything?

I don't know, sir.

But if he did,
we'll soon find out,
and so will Dr. Syn.

I must warn him to
get Harry away at once.

HARRY: My family.

Hundreds of years
of pride and privilege.

I wonder
what they'd
think of me now,

running away
like a stray dog.

Cover that lantern.

All well, Mipps?
Yes, sir.

John warned
me just in time.

I got Mr. Bates here out
of the inn, five minutes
before the soldiers came.

Mr. Harry, I couldn't
believe it when I heard.
It's good to see you, sir.

Harry, this is Simon Bates
from America.
He's hunted by the law, too.

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

Deserter?
No, preaching sedition.

Freedom for the colonies.

Mipps, tell them
where they're to go.

Yes, sir.

Yes. Mr. Bates,
you remember broken barn
in the Bonnington Hills?

Take Mr. Harry with you and
hide there till I send word.

Enter
through the barn doors,
and under the fourth beam,

there's
a trap door leading
to an underground stable.

An underground stable?
That's right.

You'll be perfectly
safe there.

We'll get food to you as you
need it, but whatever you do,
keep undercover.

Mr. Mipps, Dr. Syn,
you're taking a big risk.

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

There are soldiers and
pickets everywhere, sir.

How are you going to
get the two of them out?

By the first
ship that delivers
for the Scarecrow.

You hope.

Hope is brightest
when it dawns from fears.

Two men coming.

Halt, in the King's name.

What's this?

We caught him and
another one besides, sir.

Call off the search,
we have them.

That...

That's Mr. Harry,
Sir Thomas' son.

Who are you?

All right.

You'll find your tongue,
I promise you.

You're going to be sorry
you were ever born,
the pair of you.

Take them both
to Dover Castle.

They took them
off in a cart, sir.
Trussed like chickens.

To Dover, you say?

That means Pugh,
and that's just
what he wants.

He'll know that Bates
has been harbored here.

And he'll do
everything in his power
to force him to say by whom.

That puts Mrs. Waggett
in danger, and yourself.

And you in worse danger, sir.

Yes, but it's my fault.

Then there's
Harry and his family.

Now, if
Brackenbury has discovered
anything and reports it...

Are you going
to warn Sir Thomas
that Harry's been taken?

No, he'll find out
soon enough.

I think
I'll go to Dover,
see what I can learn.

You'll either give me
the information I want,

here and now,
or I'll hand you over
to more forcible persuasion.

I could have you
hanged today,
both of you.

Apart from your
stealing from me,

you're already condemned,
and you stand condemned
a deserter.

But turn
King's evidence,
I'll spare your lives.

Who sheltered
you all this time?

This Scarecrow who flouts
the law down here?

No.

Then one of his men?

Must have been. Answer me.

No.

And why did you head for
these parts? Who did you
think would hide you?

This Scarecrow, because
he helped another scoundrel
escape the King's service?

Who are your friends here?

Talk and I'll exchange
their lives for yours.

Take them to the dungeons,
and see what answers
you can get,

by whatever means.

Yes, sir. March!

The vicar of Dymchurch, sir.
Dr. Syn.

Well, what do you
want here, Parson?

I have
my duties, General.
I'm chaplain to the jail.

I'm here to serve
Holy Communion to
the prisoners.

I normally report to the
garrison commander
before I do so.

And Master Banks?

To assist me, sir.

Well,
it's not a duty
I'd relish, myself.

The stench in the dungeon
is strong enough to build
another wall on.

Our duties are not
always made easy.

For any of us.

But the end
justifies the means, eh?

BRACKENBURY:
Even when those means
include torture, General?

Mr. Brackenbury's talking
of those swine who just left.

To be tortured?

They hold the
key to unlock the
conspiracy of silence

which protects
this Scarecrow madman,
and I intend to get it.

That's my duty.

Tell me one thing, sir.

If they had told you what they
knew when you promised them
their lives,

would you have kept
your side of the bargain?

(SCOFFS)

Don't be a fool.
They're to hang,
anyway.

Of course, sir.

With your permission, sir,
I'll go to the dungeons now.

Your servant, sir.

I need an ally here.
I wonder if I've found one.

Wake up! On your feet.
Show some respect to
the chaplain, you dogs.

Kneel.

Lift up your hearts
in hope and trust.

Let us pray.

Open up! Naval picket!

By your leave, Reverend.

I want six men.

Come on, step lively if you
don't want a rope's end
across your backs.

Get them chained!

Press-ganged,
the poor devils.

You lot'll
board the lugger
for HMS Defiant.

Wave your mates
goodbye, you dogs.

We're gonna make men of you.

You obstinate dogs.

We haven't
finished with you yet.

Here we are again, mate.

Six less mouths
for you to feed.

March!

God be with you
and have mercy on you.

I'm about to conduct
a service here, Jailer.

I should
like to be alone
with the prisoners.

But it ain't safe,
Your Reverence.

Let me be the judge of that.
Leave us.

Oh, Harry!

They didn't make us talk.

Hello, Vicar.
We ran out of luck.

Get up, John. Get up.

Rest of you, kneel again.

And listen to me.

Does the naval picket come
and go like that to take
men to the ships?

Yes, sir,
we never know when.

I see.

Harry, Mr. Bates,
I don't know by what means,

but somehow,
I'm going to get
you away from here

before Pugh
breaks your spirit
as well as your body.

He'll never break us.

And we'll never talk.

There's no way out of here,
except in a coffin,
not for us.

There must be. Trust me.

All of you. Somehow,
I will get you free.

Free? Free, sir?
Not so loud.

Repeat after me. "Letteth now
thy servant depart in peace."

ALL: "Letteth now thy servant
depart in peace."

"For mine eyes have beheld
thy salvation."

ALL:
"For mine eyes have
beheld thy salvation."

I wanted to
fly at them for what
they've done to Harry.

Poor Bates.

You did very well in there,
John.

Do you...
You really think you...

You'll be able to
help them escape,
sir?

I... I don't know.

I have an idea.

It's a wild gamble,
an outside chance.

Stand against
the door a minute, boy.

Hmm, pretty good,
though I say so myself.

Here it is, sir.

I hope it works.

It's the key to
the whole plan.

What is the plan, sir?

The Scarecrow will
tell you that tonight.
Get word to all our men

there'll be
a meeting at 10:00
tonight at Five-Mile Barn.

Tonight?

Time is running out.
Get on your way, Mipps.

Here they are.

SCARECROW: All here?
HELLSPITE:
All who were asked for.

A shipment's
due from Holland
tomorrow night.

There's a change of plan.

We will not be
taking the cargo.
We shall take the ship!

I have business,
export business,

not import,
to transact from Dover.

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

I intend to release them.

Release them, Scarecrow? How?

12 men will board
the Dutchman's ship.

Force him to sail her
into St. Margaret's Bay,
this side of Dover.

Heave to there,
bring two boats ashore.

Six others will
report to Hellspite, masked,
at Dymchurch graveyard, 8:00.

Sam, Ben Davis,
you will be required
to enter the castle dungeon.

(SMUGGLERS MURMURING)

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

The vicar?
Why's that?

He's under my orders, too.
He has no choice.

And the squire's son, John.

I have proof
that they gave shelter
to a deserter from the Navy.

This proof will be given to
General Pugh if they refuse
to help me with my plan.

They will hang.

You mean you
blackmailed the vicar?

To keep my word to
those who ask for help,

I'd blackmail
the King himself.

My plan is set.

Ben Davis?
You trust me?
All of you?

Or will you
stand forward now,
and say that you're afraid?

I trust you, Scarecrow.
I ain't afraid.

Nor me. But the vicar?

Leave Dr. Syn to me.
I have him like that.
And the boy.

Tomorrow night,
the Scarecrow
and his gentlemen

will thumb their
noses at General Pugh
and the King's injustice.

Be on time!

Our orders are to get
the press-gang uniforms.

Who are these men?
HELLSPITE: Never you mind.

Put this on, young master.

Now, follow me.

♪ To you fair ladies
now at land

♪ We men at sea indict

♪ But first would
have you understand

♪ How hard it is to write ♪

Mrs. Waggett'll look
after the drummer boy.

(GRUNTING)

HELLSPITE: Right.
Off with their uniforms,
mates, and don't tear them.

You'll come to no harm, lad.
Go on, take off your uniform.

HELLSPITE:
Then tie the buzzards up.

Upstairs, missus.

Upstairs!

(SCREAMS)

Now, come on, hurry up, lads.

(DRUM BEATING)

Halt!

Who goes there?

Naval picket for
the pressed-men
in the jail, sir.

I'll escort them.

GUARD: Sir.

Forward.

You wait outside the gate,
powder monkey.

What are you
trying to do, sir?

Release the prisoners
from injustice and torture.

Isn't that what you want?

How will you
open the dungeon?

Even the vicar will hang,
dressed like that, if
they catch us now.

JAILER 1: Why don't
you give up, then?
JAILER 2: No.

I'm finished, anyway.

And it's time for
me to do the rounds.
Sit down. Later for that.

I'm late already.
Sit down. Your deal.

I give the orders here.

Come on, your deal.

You didn't shuffle them
cards very well, did you?

Yes, I did.
You saw me.
It was a fair deal.

Fair to you, maybe.

My trick.

All right,
but you can take
that grin off your face.

What's wrong?
It was your idea to
go on playing anyway.

My trick.

Your trick?
Your trick?

It's unnatural.

There. Take that one.

(JAILERS CONTINUE BICKERING)

(SOFT CLATTERING)

JAILER 1: And the next two.
Your deal.

JAILER 2: Wait.
Give me that card.

(LOCK CLICKS)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(DOOR CREAKS LOUDER)

What was that?

I'm Dr. Syn.

Keep quiet
and do as you're told.
We'll get you away from here.

Will you
be able to walk?
Feel strong enough?

No noise.

We have to
chain you together,

so that it looks
correct when you are
crossing the courtyard,

so that one of
you doesn't make

a break for it
and spoil everything.

(SHUSHING)

DR. SYN: Down!

All right. Quickly.

Quickly.

Nothing.
The louts have
probably been fighting.

Let's get on
with the game.

JAILER 2:
It don't make
any difference.

I haven't won a hand yet.

JAILER 1:
I'm not surprised,
the way you play.

JAILER 2:
All right, then,
we'll play one more hand.

Double or quit.

JAILER 1:
How are you gonna
settle if you lose?

You owe me
a week's pay already.

JAILER 2: Stop gabbing!

If I could get
half the talk out
of them two prisoners

Pugh gave me to work on
as I get out of you...

Wait a minute.
My trick.

JAILER 1: It's my trick.
JAILER 2: It's my trick!

JAILER 1:
It's mine,
I played the king.

JAILER 2:
It's mine,
I played the king!

JAILER 1:
No, you didn't,
you played the jack.

JAILER 2: No, I didn't.
JAILER 1: Yes, you did.

You played the jack.

JAILER 2: Are you
calling me a liar?

JAILER 1:
You played the jack!

(JAILERS CLAMORING)

(DOOR OPENING)

GENERAL PUGH: Halt!

What's this?

Naval picket for
the pressed men,
sir.

(DRUM ROLLING)

Straighten up,
you mangy dogs!

You're in
the King's service
now. Quick march!

(DRUM BEATING)

(PLAYING CLASSICAL MUSIC)

What the devil?

Hellspite
of The Gentlemen,
at your service, Squire.

The Gentlemen?
You smuggling scoundrels,
what do you want in my house?

You, Squire,
and your daughter.

Why you...
Quiet and easy, now, Squire.

No hollering for servants,
or my friend here'll have
something to say.

The Scarecrow needs you.

The Scarecrow!

To act
as hostage while he does
a little business, Squire.

Come quiet,
you'll not be harmed.

Make trouble,
I'll blow your brains out.

There's a carriage
waiting in the lane.

Now, not a word
so no one gets hurt.

I was told to bring
you as far as here,
then leave you.

God bless you all.

I have to leave you, Harry.

You're a brave boy.

Give my love to
Father and to Kate,

and say I wish I
could have seen them.

Hurry, John.

Coming.
Goodbye, Harry. Good luck.

All right, now.

We'll move down
onto the beach,
further ahead.

Their boats will come in
and pick you up.

Here's payment for some
passengers you're to
take to Holland.

Passengers? From here?

Scarecrow.

You rogue,
what do you want
with my daughter and me?

You'll thank me
before the night
is out, Squire.

What the devil?

SCARECROW: Here are
your passengers, Dutchman.

DUTCHMAN:
Come on, hurry, hurry!

Harry! Harry,
you're free. How?

What do you say now,
Squire?

Kate, it's your brother.

Harry? Is it really you?

Why,
you've grown
into a beauty.

Take them to Holland
where they can board
a boat for America.

America?

Take them off, mijnheer.
You're in enemy waters,
you smuggling rogue.

Time to go, Mr. Banks.
My men will escort you
home, sir.

Your servant, Mr. Banks.
Good luck.

So short a time.
Goodbye, Harry.

Take care.
Write to us,
remember us.

I will. Goodbye.
Goodbye, Harry.

SCARECROW: Hurry. Get aboard.

A new life, gentlemen,
the New World
and freedom very soon.

Bon voyage!

And you suspected
nothing when you took
the picket to the dungeons?

I had no reason to, sir.
Their papers were in order.

(SCOFFS)

(STAMMERING) They didn't
come to me for the key, sir.

Neither did you.
But they had a key.

How?

Didn't that
seem strange to you?

No, sir.
I'm not familiar
with jail procedure.

The men's
actions seemed
normal and natural.

The deserter,
the American,
they had

the answer to
everything I want.

Through them,
I'd have smashed
the smuggling here.

You fool. Why didn't you see
them or hear them taken,
if you were on duty?

Unless you were
drunk or fighting.

No. No, sir.
Get out!

Yes, sir.

Imposters
walk into the castle
and out again with prisoners

right under your very nose?

You saw them, sir.
You were at the gate
when they marched through.

It's all in my report, sir.

Yes. Yes, it's
all in your report.

I sent a copy
to the Admiral, sir,
about the deserter's escape.

To the Admiral?

And another
copy to the director of
public prosecutions, sir.

The director
of public prosecutions
who will report to the King.

Thank you, Mr. Brackenbury,
that was very thorough of you.

My duty, sir.
Duty!

Dismissed.

"General Pugh
was at the gate."

Well, Sir Thomas,
this is a strange
story you tell me.

But, scoundrel or no,

this Scarecrow fellow
freed Harry where
I couldn't,

and arranged for
you to say farewell.

As parson and squire,
we must hope for his
capture,

but tonight let's
drink to him, shall we?

Well, I suppose so.

We may see Harry again
sooner than you think.
Both you and I.

I'm not staying
in the Army, Kate.

I can't after this.

I'm resigning my commission.

And let's drink to
the young people, too.

He's a good lad and
right for Kate,
you'll see.

Yes.

Yes, let's drink to them.

To Philip, to Kate,
and the Scarecrow fellow.

Whoever and wherever
he may be, the scoundrel.

♪ 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)