All language subtitles for Robin.Of.Locksley.1996.720p.WEBRip.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]

Hey, 'morning, Rob.

Hey.

Good morning, Alan.

Hey! Whoa!

( Knocking on door )
Woman: Robbie, honey,

you've got to leave for school
in 20 minutes.

Are you dressed yet?

Yeah, mom.

How does your tie look?

Fine, mom.

Testing, testing, 1-2-3.

This is just a test.

( Beep )
( Mechanism whirrs )

Testing, testing, 1-2-3.

( Voice deepens )
This is just a test.

( Telephone dialing )
( Telephone ringing )

Hello?

Hello, is...

( Deepened voice )
James brandenburg there, please?

Speaking.

James.

This is detective sergeant
Nelson from the Kansas City

police department.

Vice squad.

Huh?

Well, it has been reported
that on the night of August

the 26th, you were in violation
of section 5672

of the penal code,
which clearly states

that, as a minor,
you're not allowed to perform

the disgusting deeds
you are alleged to have

committed with that chicken.

( Click, beep )
( Normal voice )

James, you there?

Nice voice, Rob.

How'd you do it?

Voice synthesizer.

I just got it.

Shut up!

Man, I wish my parents
could win the lottery.

You wanna trade?

Sure. I could get used
to being rich.

Cool. I'll fly back
to Kansas City and hang,

and you can come out here
and go to a snob school

while your parents
jet out to Brussels.

What are they doing,
buying sprout?

It's a horse auction, retard.

Honey, hurry up!

And who are you talking to?

And I thought you said
your tie was tied.

No, I didn't, and i'm
talking to Jimmy, so...

Hello, Jimmy, Robin will
call you as soon as he gets

home from school.

Mom!

Oh, baby!

I'm sorry I can't take you
to school on your first day.

A new school.

( Chuckles )
But in order to get

the concorde, we had to take
this early flight.

You gonna pick me up
one of those French bows

I was talking about?

Don't you think you have
enough bows?

Don't you think you have
enough horses?

Hey, Rob, good knot.

Feels like I'm gonna choke.

Well... I think
you look very... handsome.

Oh, Robbie, this is a wonderful
opportunity for you,

going to this school.

Locksley academy is
the best.

Come on, hon, we gotta go.

Uh, honey, are you
gonna wear that hat?

Are you gonna wear that hat?

Oh. Bye-bye, Robin.

Bye-bye!

Oh, we love you!

Call you when we get there.

Rosie: You two have
a nice flight.

Come on, Janet,
get in the car. 'Bye, Rosie.

Come on, Janet,
get in the car. 'Bye, Rosie.

Whoa! Easy, scout!

Hey!

Sorry!

Let me guess.

You're Robin?

Yeah. Who are you?

Marian. My dad's
the wrangler here.

He told me you finally
showed up.

How was computer camp?

( Muttering ) I dunno.

You like to ride?

I don't know. Never tried it.

You like archery?

Not when I'm the target.

Well, I wasn't
aiming for you, I was aiming

for the whirligig things.

Right.

Rosie: Robin!

Time for school!

Um, listen, I gotta go,
but I'll see you later?

Not if I see you first.

Hey! My arrow!

"Give us a boy,
and we will give you

back a man."

Gimme a break, or I'll
give you back the uniform.

So they take themselves
a little seriously.

It's a good school, Robin.

Yeah, well, so is
my school back home.

At least I had friends there.

Well, Seattle is your home
now, honey.

I know, Rosie,
but look at this place.

I mean, this isn't me.

No! You are you.

You're the same Robin McAllister
that you were back in Kansas.

So?

Just be yourself,
and then it doesn't matter

where you are.

Thanks, Rosie.

Have a good day.

Way to go, kid.

Sorry.

What'd you do, run to school?

I had to.

Papa's car broke down
and I didn't know

which bus to take.

This is my first day.

Mine to. Rob McAllister.

Tommy Tyler.

How you doin'?

Are you here
on a scholarship?

Well, not exactly.

Well, I am. That's why
I can't be late.

Man on P.A.:
All new students
should report to their

home rooms.

Room assignments are posted
on the...

( Continues indistinctly )
Cut it out!

Not until you pay
the tax, fat boy.

What tax?

Ugly tax.

The uglier you are,
the more you gotta pay.

Your daddy better give you
a big allowance,

'cause you're beyond ugly,
fat boy!

( Groaning )
How you doing?

What's going on?

( Chuckles ) Let me guess--
you're new.

...fat boy!

Shouldn't we--?

Never fear.

Will Scarlet's here.

Unh!

( Groaning ) Yuck!

Warner! Gibson! Sic!

Ha ha ha!

Oww!

This would be an excellent
time to leave!

Let's get 'em!

Get out of the way!

Gentlemen, if you please...!

Mr. Little!

What is going on here?

Speak?

Good morning,
Mr. Harvey, sir.

These three young gentlemen
just attacked us out of

nowhere, sir.

What?

We don't even know why,
Mr. Harvey, sir.

Silence. Young man...

I want you, you, and you
to wait for me in my office.

What for?

Now! Now!

Off to your classes.

Have a wonderful day,
Mr. Harvey.

If it's not too much trouble.

So, what's your name, anyway?

Robin McAllister.

Will Scarlet.

My friend here,
who they were using

as a wrestling mat,
is John little, but everybody

calls him little John.

Yeah, well, they might
as well call me dead.

My mother's gonna kill me
when she finds out about this.

That's not fair.

Those other three were the ones
trying to take your money.

He's new.

Those three dirt bags
just happen to be

the richest kids in school.

I thought everyone here
was rich.

Well, there are a few
scholarship kids,

then there's rich,
then there's
filthy
rich.

That guy that was using
little John's stomach

as a trampoline...

Man, don't remind me.

...that's John prince.

His old man-- John, sr.--
Is paying for the new gym.

Yeah. The prince gymnasium.

You think Mr. Harvey's
gonna blow that off

by coming down on his son?

The same with those
other two guys,

Warner and Gibson.

Their dads sprung for
the new science wing.

Man, they can do
whatever they want.

It's not fair.

Of course, Mr. Prince.

And you tell the basketball
coach that if he wants

a bigger office, he can
build his own gym.

I'm sinking enough money
into this place as it is.

Yes, sir, Mr. Prince,
and we certainly appreciate

your generosity.

You should.

Thanks for stopping by.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Prince here. What?

Always a...

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

...a pleasure.

So... who's first?

Look out!

( Indistinct shouts )
Hey, are you all right?

I was until you came along.

Sorry.

I didn't see you.

Come on.

Where's scout? I mean...

Sir Richard of the lion heart.

Who?

The horse.

His name is scout,
but your mother decided

to change it to sir Richard
of the lion heart.

Yeah, well maybe it wasn't
an awesome enough name.

Great. Now he's probably
gone running back to his stable,

and my dad's got a buyer
coming to look at him.

Well, get on,
I'll give you a ride.

You expect me to ride
with you?

Well, why not?

Well, every time I've seen
you, I've almost been killed.

Okay. Suit yourself.

Robin.

Yeah?

Can I have a ride?

Okay, but you're gonna
have to say please.

Don't push your luck, Robin.

All right, hang on.

( Marion laughing )
Beauty, isn't he?

The boss is away in Europe,
buying some new stock.

That's the only reason
they're even thinking

of selling him.

Look him over.

I'll be right back.

Thought I told you
to loosen him up,

not turn him loose.

I had an... an accident.

It was my fault.

No, it was both our faults.

Are you all right?

Well, you both need
to be more careful.

These horses are
your parent's business now,

and it's my business
to look after them.

Understood?

Yes, dad.

My son would like to take
him for a test ride.

Oh, he's a spirited
animal, sir.

Oh, I'm sure John, Jr.,
can handle him, can't you, son?

What are
you
doing here?

My parents
own
this ranch,
and scout here is not for sale.

Scout?

I thought his name was
sir Richard of the lion heart.

It is.

Go ahead. Mount him up
if you'd like.

Yeah, hurry up, son.

I've got a plane to catch.

Uh... that's all right.

What? You don't
want the horse?

No, I just don't feel
like riding right now.

( Chuckles ) What a geek!

You're telling me.

How much did you say they
were asking for this horse?

$20,000, and worth
every penny.

What? Because they gave him
some fancy name?

I'll offer you 10,000.

Sorry, but you'll have
to talk to the boss about that.

Well, looks like you're
wasting my time. You tell them

when they're serious about
selling, they can contact me

at the prince American
corporation in Chicago.

Come on, son.

( Whinnies )
Robin, move it!

We're going to be late--
where's your uniform?!

( Doorbell rings )
Relax, Rosie,

it's free-dress day.

It means we can wear
whatever we want.

'Morning.

Yes! My new recurve!

What's that?

A bow!

Well, come on, let's go!

Man on P.A.:
Any students
interested in joining the...

( Continues indistinctly )
Well, here we are, boys.

What's all this?

This is extracurricular
stuff.

That's the soccer club.

My dad played soccer,
so of course I've got to play.

That's the trump club.

They're really weird
about bridge.

Cards and stuff, right?

Cool.

That's the computer club.

( Blows raspberry )
That's the checkmate club.

All they do is play chess.

( Giggles )
What's the bull's-eye club?

Naw, man!

Archery!

Come on, man!

That's prince's private club!

Robin McAllister.

I'd like to sign up, please.

You know how to handle
a bow and arrow?

I get by.

You "get by"?

Yeah.

( Dry chuckle ) Get lost.

Well, can't I at least
try out?

Well... that depends.

Where'd you learn to shoot?

I taught myself.

I used to go down to the range
behind the public golf course

in Kansas City.

In Kansas City?

Where's Toto?

A public golf course?

What, didn't they have
an archery range

at your country club?

I didn't belong
to a country club.

Ah! Scholarship scum!

I shoulda guessed.

I'm not on a scholarship.

Where'd your parents get
the money to afford this place?

Steal it?

They won the lottery.

The lottery?

Are you kidding me?

Hey! Two bucks,
and
you
can get to
Locksley.

Real exclusive, huh, guys?

Hey, hey, hey.

Forget it, Robin.

You know what? There's
a raffle you can enter

at the end of the month.

Or maybe you should start
a bingo club McAllister.

Hey, you might even win enough
money for a one-way ticket

back to Kansas City.

( Chuckles )
You know, those losers

probably couldn't hit
a 10-ring from 30 feet.

So then why do you want
to join their stupid club

anyways?

Because I'm good.

( Indistinct chatter )
( Enthused shouting )

Ohh!

Come on, guys,
this is soccer, not football.

Let's go. Get off of him.

Tommy, you all right?

Tommy. You okay, buddy?

Yeah, I'm okay.

All right.

Good placement.

Nice grouping.

Not bad.

What do
you
want?

I want to talk to your coach.

We don't
have
a coach.

Don't want a coach.

Don't
need
a coach.

Don't you get it?

This isn't a school sport,
it's a private club.

And it's full.

You use a release aid?

Yeah, that's right.

How come?

( Chuckles ) Because,
McAllister, it improves

your accuracy.

In case you hadn't noticed,
I just stuck two in the 9-ring.

Oh.

But I thought this
was supposed to be

the bull's-eye club.

Come on.

Let's let lottery boy try.

Let's see if he shoots a bow
as well as he shoots off

his mouth.

( Chuckles )
This bow cost 1,500 bucks.

The boy would probably break it.

Newscaster:
Tragedy struck
a local family earlier today

when fire gutted
their southside home.

Reporter:
Fire investigators
have determined a leaky

gas line ignited
when 10-year-old Tommy tarla

let himself into
the family home this afternoon

after school.

Tommy, the youngest son
of Mark and Betty tarla...

Tommy?

...who were both at work
when the fire started,

was injured when he jumped from
this second-story window in

an attempt to rescue the family
dog and to escape the flames...

Would you like some dessert,
Robin?

He's currently listed
in stable condition

at St. Vincent's hospital.

Rosie: Oh, that poor boy!

I know him!

With me now is father tuck,
the parish priest from

St. ignacios,
the family's church.

Father tuck?

That's my church!

Where will the tarla family
stay now that the home has

been destroyed?

At the rectory until we can
find suitable housing.

Unfortunately, the tarlas
don't have insurance,

and Tommy will need surgery.

Now, these are good,
hard-working people

just trying to make
a better life for themselves.

It really is a tragedy.

Thank you, father.

A medical fund has been set up
at the local bank

in Tommy tarla's name.

You can contact St. ignacios
for further information.

I can't believe it.

He was so excited
about starting school.

His poor parents.

I'm gonna have to stop
by the rectory and see if

there's anything I can
do for them.

Wish there was something
i
could do.

There's always something,
Robin.

( Doorbell rings )
( Robin sighs )

Hi!

Hi.

Are you busy?

Uh... no. Not really.

Can I come in?

Yeah. Yeah. Come in.

It thought
you might like this back.

Thanks.

They just showed this thing
on the news today about this kid

I met at school.

His house, like, blew up
when he came home.

Is he all right?

Well, he's alive,
but he had to jump, like,

50 feet to get out.

( Sighs )
He messed himself up

pretty bad,
and his parents don't have

enough money to pay
for the hospital,

so there's this charity fund.

Wow.

I get 15 bucks for my allowance.

Well, that's not till next week.

Wait a second.

You're the one whose parents
just won the lottery.

Yeah, but they spend it
pretty quick.

You don't get it all at once.

Most of it went into this ranch.

I get less allowance
than you do.

Right.

Must be tough.

( Telephone rings )
( Robin sighs )

Hello?

Janet:
Hi, honey.

Um... uh, hi, mom.

Where are you?

Brussels.

Oh, I must say,
the concorde was amazing!

Couldn't I just go
to public school?

Locksley happens to be
the finest prep school

in the country. Just...

Give it a chance.

So, what have we got here?

So... how was your day today?

Well, I met this
scholarship kid,

and it just showed
on the news that--

uh, just a minute.

The filter!

Well, why don't you
tell him that, Grant?

Honey, your father wants
to talk to you.

Hi, son!

Hi, dad.

How are you?

Hey, listen, when that pool guy
comes around on Friday,

you want to have him
check out the filter?

You know, the machine itself?

Yeah, the motor's got
a hitch in it.

Sure, dad. Look, I was
telling mom about this family

in town that's house burnt down.

Uh-huh. That's too bad, son.

Is that someone you know?

I met their son in school,
and he got hurt really bad,

and they have no insurance,
so, I was just wondering

if we could...

Oh, hang on, son! I've got
some paperwork to sign!

Here's your mom.

Oh, thanks. ( Giggles )
Hi, honey, I'm back.

Hi, mom.

His name's Tommy.

Who?

The kid who got hurt.

There's this medical fund,
and I want to help.

Oh, that's nice, dear.

How's Rosie?

Rosie?

Uh... Rosie's fine.

She goes to the same church
as the tarlas.

Who?

That's their name--
people whose house burnt down.

Oh, I see.

Well, listen, dear,
um, tell Rosie we send our best.

All right, I'll tell her.

We love you, honey.

Okay.

I'll talk to you soon.

'Bye.
'Bye.

This is some setup.

You into computers?

Sometimes.

So, uh, you one of those
computer nerds?

Well, let's just say it's
one of my unique gifts.

Step aside,
watch the master work.

Okay.

What are you doing?

Surfing the 'net.

The what?

The Internet.

Us nerds can access information
from all over the world--

inside information
if you know what you're doing.

I know.

What?

That was today.

John prince.

His old man's supposed to be
the big cheese at one of

the top corporations
in the country.

He sure acted like it.

We'll see how big
he really is.

I can't follow it.

Here. Maybe this'll help.

Female voice:
Good evening.

Sound card voice recognition
system activated.

Forbes 500 top corporations.

It talks?

It listens too.

Now, if I could only get it
to do my homework.

Computer, find prince,
John, sr.

Prince, John, sr.
Chief executive officer

of prince American corporation.

Gross sales previous year,
five billion U.S. dollars.

That's amazing!

Five billion dollars.

It's disgusting, is what it is.

I'm starting to think
this isn't such a good idea.

Why not?

Well, for starters,
I don't know a thing

about archery.

Well, you're pretty good
with a slingshot, and, I mean,

it's the same principle.

Yeah, but a slingshot.

You're not afraid of
prince and those geeks, are you?

No way!

Then just do what I say.

There's nothing to it.

Hold this.

Get out of my way,
McAllister. Coach has me

running laps, and i'm, like,
a mile behind already.

So why don't you take up
a more civilized sport,

like archery.

What? You mean
with prince and his bozos? I--

forget it!

Robin and I are forming
our own club.

Well, I'm real happy
for you guys, but i-i

really gotta get going.

You're joining the club,
little.

Stop it, okay?

Not until you join archery.

Stop it!

Not until you join the club.

Let me past!

Ohh. Okay. That's it.

All right.

That's it, that's it.

That's how you wanna play?

Let's go, little.

You guys, um...

Isn't there a better way
we could settle this?

You guys realize this is
why they formed

the united nations.

Come on, guys. Please.

( Staff splashes )
Oh, no!

Ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha! I told you!

Little John: Ha ha ha!

It's not funny.

Ha ha ha!

Oh! Oh! You know something?

I hate soccer.

Maybe I will join
you guys' club after all.

The most important thing
about archery

is that you're completely
relaxed at the time you fire.

The bow is stretched.

There's tension in the string,
but you-- you are totally

at ease.

Will: Awesome!

All right, you try.

Draw the string back
a couple of times,

just to get the feel for it.

Yes! Good shot!

Way to go.

All right, will.

It's hard to pull.

Yeah, at the beginning,
but then it gets easier

as your arm gets stronger.

Good shot.

( Arrow whizzes )
What?!

Hey, why don't you watch
where you're aiming that thing?

If I was aiming
for you, lard butt,

I wouldn't have missed.

Geez, what happened to you?

You fall off one of those nags
your parents are trying to sell?

Why don't you wait your turn?

We're practicing here.

( Chuckles )
No, you're not.

The money for those targets
comes from us.

Yeah. They're
private property.

You want to practice?

Dip into that lottery money,
buy some of your own.

I got a better idea.

Why don't you girls
take your arrows

and go sit on 'em.

( Lads chuckling )
Who's gonna make us?

You?

Ow.

Unh!

Will: Hey!

( Audibly struggling )
Get off me,

You little weasel!

Guys?

( Blows whistle )
Hey, break it up!

Get off!

( Indistinct comments )
Coach: Break it up.

What's going on here, guys?

They're using our
archery targets, sir,

and they are private property.

If you don't believe us,
ask Mr. Harvey, sir.

My father and Mr. Harvey
arranged it, sir.

You-- you do know my father?

Mr. McAllister,
maybe you can get your own

archery targets.

Little, come on, you've missed
enough soccer practice.

Let's go.

I, uh, I quit.

Excuse me?

I'm joining the new
archery club--

Robin's new archery club.

Coach: All right, guys,
just keep away from them.

It's not the targets.

I mean, some people got
everything and don't

appreciate it, while others
got nothing.

I think it's called life
Rob.

Yeah, and in case
you haven't heard,

it stinks, man.

Nurse on P.A.:
Dr. Kennedy
to O.R., code blue.

Hey, Tommy.

Brought you something.

Hi.

Wow. An electronic chess set?

Thanks!

Do you remember me?

I'm Robin.

Robin? From the 'hood?

No, I go to Locksley.

We met on the steps.

Oh, yeah.

That wasn't my week.

Right here?

So...

How you feeling?

Not too bad.

This thing itches, though.

Have you ever had an itch
you can't scratch?

Oh, I hate it
when that happens.

So, they told you
when they're letting you out?

They won't say.

I want to go now.

I can imagine.

We should probably stick around
till they tell you it's okay.

I guess so.

Can I get you anything?

A new
megaman
would be good.

I've read this one
about 20 times already.

Well, I'll tell you what--
I'll see what I can do for you,

okay, Tommy?

Rosie: Robbie,
your friends are here!

Send 'em up!

Hey, Rob!

Hey, guys.

Hey, Rob!

( Will laughs )
Hey, wait a minute--

prince American corp.?

What, are you stealing money
from prince's old man?

It's not like it's for me.

Do you know how much money
was donated to the tarla

medical fund? A hundred
and fifty stinking bucks!

Nobody cares, and Tommy needs
another operation,

and operations cost.

I already transferred money
from my parents' account.

I'll deal with that
when they get home.

Prince has got more money
than he knows what to do with.

You know that company raked in
more than five billion

last year?

Shut up!

See?

My dad works for
this big company.

They give away money
all the time.

There are people there,
that's all they do.

Computer...

List company charity divisions.

Corporate division
management.

Told you. Permanent
charities division.

Cool. Let's see where
they're sending the money to.

( Horse whinnies )
Permanent charities division,

Lucille pettigrew,
division manager.

It's a girl!

What?

Robin: Come on, guys!

Come on!

Will: Hey!

Hi! Hey!

I got the 15 bucks
for that family now.

I don't need it anymore.

What?

I'll explain later.

I'm kind of in the middle
of something right now.

Okay. See you later.

( Clicks tongue )
Rob-- Robin!

Who was that babe on the horse?

The wrangler's daughter.

Computer, request further
information on permanent

charities division.

Did you check out
that outfit?

Yeah, I think I'm going
to take up horseback riding.

Donations, year to date:
$2.8 million.

Wow! They
do
give a lot!

So maybe they wouldn't mind
giving a little more.

Yeah, yeah, but just
remember, it's not gonna be

as easy to explain this
as it will be to explain

to your parents.

I think I can increase
the amount they give

to existing charities
and transfer it to the tarla

medical account later.

What's the date?

The 22nd. Why?

They're scheduled to make
a big contribution in four days.

Maybe it can be a little bigger.

( Chuckles ) You can do that?

I can try.

Computer, request code number
for donation increases.

Come on...

Come on! Come on!

Request denied.

Nuts!

Do not recognize
this command.

( Laughing ) Nice work, Rob.

Very impressive.

You wanna try?

Oh, um...

Listen, I've got to get
back to the dorm, so, you know,

I'll see you later, man.

Yeah, man, me too.

You can't snag money
off the net.

No company's gonna be that dumb.

You gotta be on the inside.

Or sound like you are.

( Modem dialing )
( Telephone ringing )

( Telephone rings )
Mr. Prince's office.

May I help you?

( Mature voice )
Mr. Prince, please.

May I say who's calling?

This is Edward...

Forest. Forest.

Mr. Forest-forest?

No, no, no.

Just... one forest.

We went to school together.

Just one moment, please.

( Sighs ) Thanks.

Robin, are you up?

Uh, yeah, Rosie.

Mr. Prince, there's
a Mr. Forest on line one.

Says he went to school
with you.

Can I come in?

No! Why not?

Because i'm...

Hello? ...Naked.

Who are you talking to?

Hello?

Hi.

No, I-I mean good morning,
Mr. Prince.

Forest? And you say
we went to school together.

Well, now, would that be
Yale or choate?

Oh, I'm sorry.

This must be the wrong
John prince.

Sorry to bother you.

( Click )
Ethel?

Yes, Mr. Prince?

I didn't even know
who that was.

Do a better job of screening
my calls, will you?

I'm busy here.

Aaarrgghhh!

Forest.

Now you say we went
to school together?

Would that be Yale or...

Robin, are you all right?

Yale or choate?

Uh, I'm just playing
a new video game.

Well, hurry up
and get dressed or you're

gonna be late for school.

I don't mind.

Forest.

( Voices melding )
Now, you say we went

to school together?

Would that be Yale or choate?

Forest.

And you say we went
to school together?

Would that be Yale or choate?

Yes!

( Modem dialing )
( Telephone ringing )

Woman:
Good morning,
prince America corporation.

Permanent charities, please.

One moment, please.

( Telephones ringing )
Charities, this is Lucille.

( Prince, sr.'S voice )
Hello, Lucille?

This is Mr. Prince.

Mr. Prince?

Good morning, Mr. Prince.

Same to you, Lucille.

Listen, on our greater
Richmond youth foundation

payment due on
the twenty-sixth...

Yes?

Increase it by another
$5,000, okay?

I-Is that a permanent
adjustment, sir?

Uh, no.

Just this one time.

I'll see to it right away,
sir. Goodbye, Mr. Prince.

Thank you, Lucille.

Goodbye.

Yes!

( Indistinct comment )
John: And she bought it?

Yep. There's 5,000 extra
bucks in the Richmond

youth account I can wire-
transfer anywhere I want.

Cool. See, I got their
account number off e-mail.

Nice.

But how you gonna get it
so they don't trace it

back to you?

Well, I haven't quite
figured that out yet.

That's easy. See, you phone
banks all across the country,

right, and you set up a bunch
of fake bank accounts

under a phony name.

And then you bounce the money
from one account to the other

until you're not even sure
where it's been.

I saw it on one of those
true crime shows.

If the guy hadn't had a live
gerbil sent to the post office

box he was working out of,
he never would have been caught.

You're a genius.

Get him! Ha! Noogies!

Man: Taxi!

So I can do all my banking
electronically, right?

Woman:
Yes, but I will need
a signature card for our files.

Have it sent to you.

Can you send it to my
p.O. Box? It's hard for me

to get into the bank.

Of course, sir,
and as soon as you return it

to us with your deposit,
you'll be in business.

Cool. I mean, um, thank you.

And thank you for choosing
the people's bank of Seattle.

Have a nice day.

Okay. See you later.

Uh, don't worry, ma'am.

Everything checks out just fine.

Yeah. We're with
the phone company.

Field testers.

So, uh...

( Clearing throat )
Mr. Prince!

Ms. Pettigrew, what is this?

It's the $5,000 donation
increase you requested

for the greater Richmond
youth foundation, sir.

I did not request
an increase.

They get more than enough
as it is.

But the phone call...

I... you...

I want a full explanation,
and I want it now.

Boy: Hey, Bronson, wait up!

Though it may
seem
cruel,
man has long used

lesser life forms
to further his

scientific knowledge,
in yet another example

of Darwin's theory of
survival of the fittest.

We dissect frogs
so that we may better

understand... ourselves.

McAllister's a lesser
life form. Maybe we should

dissect him.

Question, Mr. Prince?

Yes, sir.

I was just wondering
if these frogs felt any pain

as they left this world, sir.

None at all, Mr. Prince,
though it's very compassionate

of you to ask.

Thank you, sir.

Such high praise,
coming from you.

Mm-hmm.

Go ahead.

Begin the dissection.

Mr. Harvey, sir,
can I ask you a question?

Unh-unh.

Let it go, munchkin.

Sit down, fatso.

Aahhh!

Water! Water!

Mr. McAllister!

( Gasping )
( Lads laughing )

I suppose it would be
too much to ask

what you are doing!

I had a frog in my...

Spare me.

Explain it all later...

At detention.

Is there anything
I can do to help, sir?

It's fine. Thank you.

Nice shot.

Thanks.

I'm not bothering you, am I?

No, not at all.

Your dad called my dad today.

They bought a horse!

Great. Just what they need.

Sounds like a beauty--
Chestnut stallion,

four white stockings.

Five-foot wingspread,
three legs,

and a beak.

Yeah?

Robin, you're not listening.

( Sighs ) Sorry.

What'd you do,
stay up all night?

Pretty close.

Look, can you keep a secret?

Robin, you've got to stop it.

Cancel it right away!

No way!

There's no more money
in the medical fund.

It's only been
a couple of days.

So? There's no more
TV coverage.

It's old news!

They'll be lucky if they
can get another ten bucks!

You could go to jail.

I'm too young to go to jail.

Besides, we're not gonna
get caught.

I only took $5,000,
and the prince American

corporation donates something
like $250,000 a year

to charity anyways.

Well, if they donate so much
to charity anyway, why didn't

you just ask for some?

( Sighs ) You can't
just ask for money.

You've got to have suction.

And let's suppose I was to try
to go through proper channels.

You know how long
that would take?

Tommy needs that money now.

But won't he need
to pay it back anyway

when you get caught?

Look, I told you,
we're not gonna get caught.

You see, how it works is that--
Robin, don't even tell me.

I don't want to hear it.

Robin, I'm scared for you.

Look, all I'm doing
is ripping off the rich

to give to the poor.

I mean, what's wrong with that?

I don't know.

Something, probably.

So you're gonna turn me in?

No.

Unless, of course,
they torture me,

or offer me money.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Got it right here. Looks good.

Who the hell are you?

Agent Walter Nottingham.

F.b.i.

This theft appears to have
crossed state lines, Mr. Prince.

That's why the detectives
you reported it to

turned it over to the f.B.I.

Now, according to this file,
your controller,

miss pettigrew,
says the order for

the extra $5,000 came from you.

No, it was someone
impersonating me.

Someone... or some
thing?

What do you mean?

A computer microphone
hooked up to a sound card

can capture the wavelengths
of a person's voice.

( Clanking sound overhead )
You're saying it was

a computer?

Run by someone
who certainly knows

what they're doing and has had
access to your voice.

Now, I'm gonna need
a log of your phone calls

from the date of
the embezzlement going back

as far as say, two weeks.

Fine, fine.

So it had to be someone
who called me.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Any decent hacker
could have tapped into

your telephone conversations
without your ever being

aware of it.

Maybe. Maybe not.

Don't waste my time
with maybes, Mr. Nottingham.

I want you to catch this rodent.

Fast!

Yes, sir.

Did you transfer the money
into Tommy's medical fund yet?

Hey, genius,
there's a lot of steps.

These things take time.

I... thought you said
it was easy?

It is. For me.

I'm... just being careful,
that's all.

Oh, no. Not this again.

What?

It's the renaissance faire
Dean Harvey started last year.

Yeah, he says he can
make money for the school,

but if you ask me,
it's just another excuse

to get him in tights.

What are you gonna
dress up as, little John? A pig?

Shut up, Warner.

Uh-oh. Piggy's getting angry.

Hey, hey. Chill.

They're not worth it.

Hey.

Check this out.

An archery tournament.

An all-comers!

Looks like the rest of us
will finally get a chance

to shoot, huh?

( Chuckles ) Ahh.

All you're gonna have
a chance to do

is embarrass yourself.

Yeah?

Well, just be there
so I can see your face

when my arrow hits
the bull's-eye.

Hey, man, forget 'em.

We got more important
things to do.

We couldn't have done this
at your house?

Yeah, but this is better.

You see, the more computers
I log on to, the harder

it is to trace.

Here it goes.

It's finally arrived
in the Seattle accounts.

So, uh, who's
William Johnson?

Nobody. It's a name
I used for the accounts.

Now, all I need
is the account number

for Tommy's medical fund.

Bingo. I am so good.

Modest too.

And don't forget handsome.

Definitely handsome.

( Triumphal sounds )
There it goes.

What, that's it?

All five thousand bucks?

Just like that.

All right, Robin!

Yeah!

Gentlemen, please.

This is a computer lab,
not a sports bar.

Sorry, Mr. Harvey, sir.

We were just excited about
the learning potential

when one accesses
the information superhighway

on the Internet,
Mr. Harvey, sir.

What are you working on?

( Overlapping comments )
Actually, sir,

it's an independent project
that we've been working on.

Mm-hmm.

Well, that's fine.

( Exhales )
But make sure you do your

regular schoolwork first, hmm?

For sure. Thank you, sir.

Nottingham?

John prince here.

What's the latest?

We traced the diverted funds
to the first bank of Manhattan.

So the thief's in New York?

Well, why didn't you call me?

I have friends there.

Because the money has
already been wire-transferred

to the Gulf bank
of St. Petersburg.

What? So he's in Florida?

Could be a she.

The funds were then transferred
to Chicago guaranteed trust.

Chicago? Well, then,
let me guess.

They're not there anymore.

The bank manager's checking
to see where they went,

but in each instance,
the name on the account--

William Johnson.

False address,
false social security number.

So this "Johnson"
could be anyone?

No.

No. Someone very specific,
and very smart.

All right,
take your stance.

Relax.

All right!

Let's go, little.

See what you got.

There you go.

Man, you are
deadly!

I'll
never
be that good.

Keep practicing.

I mean, who knows?

Just think how much better
you are now than when

you first started.

Yeah.

All right! We're gonna sweep
that all-comers. I mean,

you guys can fight for second,
and, of course, I'll take first,

right?

Marion: Hey, Robin.

Hey. What's up, Marion?

Would you close your mouth?

Your gonna drool on your bow.

Marion fitzwater,
this is will Scarlet

and John little,
otherwise known as little John.

Hey.

Hey!

They're doing time
at Locksley too.

John: Uhhh....

Haven't seen you around
much lately.

Oh, well, I've been
kind of busy.

With your, uh,
computer project?

Yeah.

You told her?

What, you don't think
you can trust me?

I-I'd trust you with my life.

( Groans )
So, how's it going, though?

Great. Listen, um,
you've got to swear

you won't say anything.

( Telephone rings )
St. ignacios parish.

Father tuck speaking.

( Mature voice )
Hi, father tuck?

I'm calling to see if you
received a donation recently

for the tarla medical fund.

Yes. Uh, are you Mr. Johnson?

No, no, no. No. An associate.

No, I'm his associate.

Mr. Johnson just wanted to know
if you received the money.

Oh, yes we did, praise god.

Five thousand dollars
transferred into the account

like manna from heaven.

Uh, if I could, though, I...

Really would like to thank
Mr. Johnson personally.

So would the tarlas.

Uh, I'm afraid
that's impossible.

Mr. Johnson's a very shy man.

A hermit practically.

He hates publicity.

Well, I wouldn't want
to intrude on his privacy,

but, uh, please
give him our deepest gratitude.

Yeah, I will.

Goodbye.

Bye-bye.

( Marion giggles )
A hermit?

Okay, it was a little lame.

At least they got the money
and we got away with it.

So you can stop now, right?

I guess so.

You
guess
so?

Are you crazy?

You're right.

Why take our chances?

I'll close the accounts
as soon as I can.

Promise?

( Door opens )
Yeah, I promise.

Would your friends like
to stay for dinner, Robin?

Uh, guys?

Uh, no, thank you.

Uh, yeah. We have to be
getting back to the dorm.

I have to go too.

Remember, you promised.

I know.

I was thinking of
going to see Tommy

in the hospital tomorrow.

Would you like to come?

Sure.

Good.

'Cause I was talking
to his mother, and she said

he could really use the company.

( P.A. announcement )
Doctor: Let me reassure you,

Mr. and Mrs. Tarla,
Tommy's doing very well.

I just examined him,
had a look at his x-rays

and his lab tests,
and I'm fully confident

one more procedure
on Tommy's leg

will restore full function.

Another operation?

Well, there's a lot of
medical jargon I could give you,

but let's just say yes,
Tommy needs it.

Thank you, doctor.

Nurse on P.A.:
All available
personnel to the west wing,

code white.

Well, that's wonderful
news, isn't it?

Tommy will be good as new.

Yes, but the money
in the fund barely covers

the cost to date.

That's not enough for
another operation.

Father tuck: Now, Mark,
I know you're worried

about the costs, but have faith.

Somehow the lord will provide.

Yes, i'm
sure
he will.

Robin, come and say hello
to the tarlas.

Hi.

This is Robin McAllister.

He and Tommy go to school
together.

Well, you're a lucky boy.

Locksley's a fine school.

Yeah, I-I guess it is.

You know, it's funny,
but I feel like I know you

somehow.

Um, I don't think so.

No? ( Chuckles )
And how is little Tommy,

father?

Oh, he is doing better,
though the additional surgery

is gonna cost more
than it was first thought,

even with the money
from Mr. Johnson.

Mr. Johnson?

$10,000 more?

( Laughing )
Blessed father,

thank you for sending us
Mr. Johnson,

and if he's committed
any sins in his life,

forgive him!

And if he wishes to remain
a mystery man, let him!

( Soft knock )
Robin? It's Marion.

Rosie isn't here,
but the door was open, so i--

Robin?

Father tuck?

What's this?

What were you doing
in my room?

Looking for you,
and don't change the subject!

You told me you were
going to stop.

I know, but I couldn't.

Tommy needs another operation,
and father tuck's--

you think father tuck
would accept that money

if he knew how you got it?

That's why I didn't tell him.

You can't keep ripping off
that company!

I know.

That's why I branched out.

No!

How many?

Well...

This is to let father tuck
know about number three,

all transferred from companies
run by fathers of

the richest snobs at Locksley.

I'm not gonna let you
send it.

It's already
in the medical fund.

Well, then, take it out!

Put it back where you got it!

Do you want Tommy to walk
with a limp for the rest

of his life?

I mean, do you want him
not to be able to play baseball

or ride a bike just because
he broke some bones

and there's not enough
money to pay for it?

Is that what you want?

Of course I don't.

Neither do I.

It's been ten days
since I popped the prince

American corporation.

Let me show you how easy it was.

Sure that's a good idea?

They might have set a trap.

Don't worry.

All I'm gonna do
is joyride through their e-mail.

Look at that.

What?

They're producing
eight hundred million

in sales this quarter alone.

What's a measly 5,000 to them?

They probably won't
even notice, huh?

Female voice:
Audit notice.

Uh-oh.

What?

They noticed.

This is Mr. Prince,
prince American corporation.

This is kind of embarrassing,
but we just discovered that

the $5,000 embezzlement
I reported was actually

a clerical error.

The truth is,
nothing's missing.

No need to look any further,
but thanks loads for your help.

'Bye.

No need to look any further,
but thanks loads

for your help. 'Bye.

"Thanks loads for your help"?

I don't think so.

That's right,
close the account.

Thank you.

Well? Done.

All of it?

Closed every account.

What if they keep
looking for you?

There's nothing left to find.

I mean, it's the f.B.I.

Don't you think they have
better things to do

than look for a...

Measly $30,000?

$30,000?!

I jacked up the donations
the last couple of times.

Tommy really needed it.

Tommy needed it,
or you
need it?

Hey, this has
nothing
to do with me!

Oh, this has
everything
to do with you--

how smart you are,
how much you want to show up

those rich kids at school!

You're wrong.

Okay, maybe not totally,
but it's over. Done.

I mean, there's no way
they can catch me now!

Robin, I'm worried.

So don't think about it.

Don't think about it?

Yeah. You're crazy.

Crazy, wacko, bonkers, mad!

( Laughing )
What is that?

I'm just dancing.

Dancing? It looks more
like you stepped in something

out in the corral.

You're saying
you can do better?

This horse could do better.

Go ahead.

Show us how it's done.

Okay.

Come on.

What, you need me?

Real dancing
takes two people,

like this.

No.

Come on,
I'm not gonna hurt you.

Okay, give me your hand.

Like this.

Put your other hand on me.

Little higher.

Sorry.

'Kay, it's gonna start slow,
and then quick.

Okay.

Start with this foot.

Slow, slow, quick-quick, slow.

Slow, slow, quick-quick--
oww! ( Giggles )

Sorry.

Slow, slow,
quick-quick, slow.

Quick-quick, slow.

Good!

Can we stop now?

No.

Slow, slow, quick-quick, slow.

Slow, slow, quick-quick--
you know, you're not

actually a total spaz.

You tell my friends,
I'll
never
talk to you again.

( Chuckles ) You ready?

Go ahead.

Are you ready?

What?

For this.

( Marion giggles )
( Horse whinnies )

( Marion giggles )
So, you're closing in on him?

I must be.

You left a message on my
answering machine last night

saying that the embezzlement
was a clerical error,

that I should drop
the whole case.

I did no such thing!

Of course not.

It was the thief.

Had to be.

But I'll tell you,
he's got your voice programmed

about as well as it can be done,
I'll give him that.

Well, wouldn't he realize
that you'd check with me

to confirm the message?

You'd think so.

He obviously knows
he's been discovered.

Maybe he panicked.

Maybe he's just creating
whatever diversions he can

to, uh, cover his tracks
before we find him.

So how
are
you going
to find him?

Well, for one thing,
I found out where

your money ended up.

And where is that?

( Nut ricochets )
A bank... in Seattle.

Seattle?

That mean something to you?

Not really.

My son goes to boarding
school there, but...

How, uh, how old's your son?

Sixteen. Why?

That's a tough age.

How do you two get along?

You're not suggesting
that my son had anything

to do with this?

Sixteen-year-old boy,
sent off to boarding school

far from home.

He wouldn't be the first kid to
act out by stealing something.

That's ridiculous.

My son does not need $5,000.

I've always given him
everything he wants!

( Voice breaking )
You sure about that?

Has any other money been
siphoned out of your account,

business or personal?

No. Why?

A total of $30,000
was funneled through

that Seattle account.

Now, your son's school,
I imagine it's--

it's pretty exclusive.

Some of the finest families
in this country send

their sons there.

And I suppose some of
their fathers, they run

companies big enough to have
permanent charities departments.

I suppose so. What of it?

I'll order spot audits,
see if any funds have gone

unaccounted for.

We may just be seeing
the tip of the iceberg.

Where are you going?

Seattle.

Doesn't that get boring?

No. Doesn't riding?

No.

Well, neither does this.

Hop down, I'll show you.

I don't think so.

Why? I let you teach me
how to dance.

Okay.

You hold it vertically,
like this.

It feels uncomfortable
this way.

Oh, I'm sorry.

You know more about this
than I do.

Go ahead.

Whoops!

Geez, Marion,
you probably killed someone!

The cops are gonna be
out here looking for suspects!

Oh, a little paranoid,
are we?

( Sighs )
I told you, there's

nothing to worry about.

Okay.

So...

Are you gonna come?

To what?

The archery contest.

The all-comers.

I'm gonna win that money
for my parents,

put that kid in his place.

Do you really want me to?

Oh, I don't care.

Whatever.

Liar.

We're not suggesting
your bank has done anything

improper, ma'am.

We'd just like your help
stopping this Mr. Johnson.

Oh, my.

What?

Since I talked to you,
Mr. Johnson's account

has been closed.

What did he do
with the money?

I'm not sure.

Looks like some sort of
electronic transfer.

I could try to find out where,
but it will take some time.

We'd appreciate it.

Here's where you can reach us.

So... no one here
ever saw this Mr. Johnson

in person?

'Fraid not.

Uh, his account was opened
and funded over the phone

and through the mail.

Mailing address was
a local p.O. Box,

paid for in advance, in cash.

This guy's good.

The rest of the money
came from two other companies

with permanent charity
departments,

Gibson amalgamated steel
and Warner scientific

industries, and guess what--
young Warner and Gibson

both go to Locksley.

Kind of makes you wonder
what they're teaching them

out there.

John: Hey, wait up!

Come on, let's go! We're late!

( Lads chuckling )
Boy: Stop it!

I'm sorry,
are we bothering you?

Leave me alone!

( Bullies laughing )
Not until you pay the tax.

Yeah, you little runt,
you gotta pay the tax.

What tax?

( Mockingly ) The wimp tax.

Don't you guys have
anything better to do

than act like jerks all day?

Stop squirming.

Hold him.

Like what?

Kick your butts
at some lame archery contest?

At least that'd be
a fair fight.

( Prince laughs )
A fair fight?

You against me, McAllister?

I wouldn't call that fair.

Boy: Leave me alone.

( Laughing ) A fair fight!

Aahhh!

Warner! Gibson!

Get him! Get him!

Careful!

Don't wanna hurt yourselves!

Get off me!

All right!

Yeah! Sweet!

Now all we gotta do
is win that contest!

If we live that long!

Bad guys at ten!

Gentlemen!

How many times...?

Mr. Prince, Warner, Gibson,
these men would like

a word with you.

( All panting )
John: Yes!

Robin: Come on,
let's get outta here.

I'll tell you, Warner,
if that brat of yours

coerced John, Jr.,
into this scam, I'm gonna--

look, don't threaten
me, prince. My son would never

do something like this.

( Prince, sr. Scoffs )
Neither would mine.

Well, I can't argue
with you there, Lyle.

Your son's too dumb to embezzle
funds by computer.

( Nottingham clears throat )
Father. Dad.

Wipe that smirk
off your face.

Whatever you know, son,
out with it.

And if you even
think
of lying,
I'll not only take you

out of Locksley,
I'll shut the place down.

Yes, sir.

So I take it you're satisfied
that none of those boys

is involved?

Reasonably.

Gum?

First of all, none of them
smart enough to pull it off.

And they were so scared
of their daddies, they wouldn't

have lied about it if they were.

For your information,
their "daddies" happen to be

three of this school's
most important benefactors,

and I will not have their
good names--

I know, Mr. Harvey.

They're all loaded,
just like the rest of

the families who send
their sons here.

That's why I'm convinced
this Locksley connection

is no coincidence.

Here's a court order
giving us full access

to your files, as well as
authority to tap

the phone lines.

At Locksley?

Something's going on
here, Dean.

Something big.

And we're gonna find out
what it is.

( Comical groan )
Man. Thirty grand.

I wish I
had
stolen
that money.

And all by computer.

That's fresh.

But why'd they have to pick
our fathers' companies

to steal the money from?

I thought they were
going to kill us.

For thirty grand,
I'd take my chances.

Ohh! With the f.B.I.?

With anybody.

That's some serious money.

The f.B.I.

Thought it was
those
bozos!

I love it!

I don't.

It's too close to the truth.

Come on! The cops
are just guessing.

There's no way
they can pin it on us...

Is there?

I don't know.

You don't know?

We are talking about
the f.B.I., man.

They always get their guy.

That's the mounties, dimwit.

You know, like in Canada.

Look, either they figured out
the connection with Locksley

or they tracked the money
back to the local bank.

Maybe even both.

They can do that!

With the banks, I mean.

On that t.V. Show I saw,
the guy got around it

by transferring his money
someplace called, uh...

...the caveman islands, man.

You mean the Cayman Islands.

Yeah! Yeah, that's it!

Supposedly when you put
your money there,

it's the only place
where it's completely

untraceable.

And you didn't bother
to mention this little detail?

Uh... I forgot.

Look, maybe it's
not too late. Come on.

Okay, okay, relax.

First I can shift
the Seattle account

to the Cayman Islands,
then I can access each

of the closed bank account
records and make it look like

I transferred it all over
the place.

I mean, I'm talking
Chicago to Phoenix,

Cayman to new Mexico,
then everything will work out

just the way we planned
because the Cayman island

transfers are completely...

All: Untraceable!

Are you sure you can do that?

It's worth a try.

As much as it costs
to go here, I can understand

why some kid would want
to pick up some extra cash.

It's bigger than that,
seals. Much bigger than that.

The more I look at it,
the more I'm convinced

the thefts we've discovered
are just the tip

of the ice... cube.

Giant. I can see the tip,
but there's more...!

Agent Nottingham!

I'm picking up an outgoing call
to the Cayman Islands.

Cayman Islands?

It's a modem transmission
to a bank there.

Where's it coming from?

Downstairs.

There. Computer lab.

Come on!

Come on, I'm trying
to send you money!

What?!

"Warning! Your phone line
is not secure.

Please check and try again"?

Not secure?

What does that mean?

It means someone's
listening in.

We've got to get
out of here!

Man: Computer lab's
on your right!

There it is!

Robin: Go, go, go, go!

All right, mister.

What do you think you're doing?

My homework.

( Knock on door )
Robin?

Yeah?

Are you all right?

You hardly ate any
of your dinner.

Guess I wasn't hungry.

Well, maybe you'll feel
more like eating tomorrow

when your parents get home.

Did they think they'd be able
to make it to your

archery tournament?

They weren't sure.

They said they'd try.

Well, if you get hungry
later, there's leftovers

in the fridge, all right?

Rosie?

You know what you said
when I first started Locksley,

about having gifts,
and that I should use them?

Yeah, I remember.

Well...

What if they didn't turn out
the way you wanted?

What if they actually
kind of sucked?

Are you in some kind
of trouble, Robbie?

No.

You see, I have this friend,
and he did what he thought

was right,
something he was good at,

but it didn't turn out
the way he expected.

Tell your friend
that as long as he acted

from his heart,
even if it didn't turn out

the way he planned,
it'll be all right.

People will understand.

Thanks, Rosie.

Gentlemen!

Are we making any progress?

I dearly hope that you'll be
done with this awful

business soon!

We are making progress,
Mr. Harvey.

Tell me...

What, uh, what kind of student
is Peter Grossman?

Excellent.

His two brothers
were graduated from Locksley.

His father's income last year
was $55,000.

Now, it costs, what?

Twenty-eight-five
to go here for a full year?

Give or take.

Yeah. They give
and he takes.

Mm-hmm.

Well, that's cutting it
pretty close, don't you think?

Boy, they must live in a tent!

Mrs. Grossman, I believe,
has a substantial trust fund.

Um... what does it matter
if Peter's a good student

or not?

Our suspect
is extremely bright.

How 'bout this, uh...

Robin McAllister?

Good student?

I wouldn't know.

Mr. McAllister spends
most of his time in my class

comatose.

( Nottingham laughing )
How 'bout his, uh, test scores?

I.q. Tests and the like?

Well, there is that.

Yes, he
tests
very high.

I see his, uh, his parents,
they won the lottery.

Yeah.

Twenty million, I believe.

( Nottingham
whistles sharply )

We don't really approve
of gambling here, but, um...

Now, they don't--
they don't get

the $20 million all at once,
do they, Mr. Harvey?

I wouldn't know
about such things.

Usually it's paid out
over 20 years--

not that I'd turn it down.

They bought a horse ranch.

Mm-hmm.

A hundred acres.

( Soft chuckle )
How much something like that

go for in an area like this?

Five million,
easy.

So you figure
twenty percent down payment.

There goes the first check,
right? It's gone, isn't it?

Mm-hmm.

Tell me something,
Mr. Harvey,

have you seen him around lately?

No, um, as I recall,
they've been out of the country

for the last few weeks.

Out of the country?

You don't say.

Cayman Islands, by any chance,
Mr. Harvey?

( Distant horse whinnies )
Father tuck: You're Tommy's

Friend, from school.

Robin McAllister.

Robin. That's right.

I was just talking to someone
from Locksley.

Mister, uh, Mr. Harvey.

He has kindly agreed
to let us have a booth

at your renaissance fair.

We're always looking for ways
to raise a little money,

you know.

Right.

So, Robin,
what can I do for you?

Oh, um...

I was just wondering,
how's Tommy doing?

Oh, much better.

Much better.

In fact, they'll probably
send him home pretty soon.

Once they pay the bill,
that is.

Actually, that's what
I wanted to talk to you about.

What, paying the bill?

Yeah.

You see...

My friends and I,
well, we felt sorry for Tommy,

and... we want to do
something good, so, um,

we kind of...

Yes?

We, um...

We were wondering
if you still needed money.

No, my son.

But I'm deeply moved
by the offer.

But thanks to a generous
benefactor who wishes

to remain anonymous,
all of Tommy's medical bills

will be taken care of.

We are truly blessed!

I'm truly dead.

Agent Nottingham. F.B.I.

Looking for a Robin McAllister.

Wondering if he might be
somewhere nearby.

Just a minute.

Marion?

Hey, Rosie, what's up?

There's some men over there
who are looking for Robin,

but you haven't seen him, right?

No, I haven't seen him.

If you happen to see him,
tell him that I meant

what I said--
that as long as his heart

is in the right place,
everything is going to be fine.

Is in the right place,
everything is going to be fine.

Hello? Robin?

Marion?

So you really think
it was the f.B.I.?

I don't know.

They sure looked like it.

They know.

I guess I'm not as smart
as I thought I was.

Maybe not, but you're
probably the smartest person

I've ever met.

So how did I get myself
into this mess?

Well, in your own crazy,
immature way, you were trying

to do something good.

Thanks a lot.

No, I mean it.

It's like what Rosie said--
if your heart was

in the right place,
everything will be fine.

People will understand.

Yeah, well, she never met
prince's dad.

What are you gonna do?

I don't know.

Be myself, I guess.

( Horn blows feeble fanfare )
Barker: Come on,

Don't be shy! Don't be shy!

( Indistinct conversations )
Barker: Step right up, sir!

( Playing medieval music )
( Shouts of approval )

That was great.

( Onlookers laughing )
It all fits.

This, uh, Robin McAllister
must be some kind of

computer genius.

You think the parents
are in on it?

Oh, they gotta be.

No kid in the world
would think this up on his own.

Yeah, but they just won
$20 million in the lottery.

So they say, so they say.

My guess is they stole
that money by computer hacking.

This whole lottery story's
a front.

Nah, this is a major
crime ring, seals.

I can feel it right in my gut.

( Happy chatter )
This is just like

money in the bank!

Guys. Check your watches.

You all know what to do.

Let's do it.

Let's go. Let's do it.

( Women laughing )
Man: That's a good idea!

( Ongoing happy chatter )
( Ongoing happy chatter )

Where's Robin?

I can't believe he's not here.

Maybe we're gonna have
to win this one for him.

That's what you think!

Robin!

Shh!

I don't want anybody
to know I'm here.

Where's prince?

I haven't seen him.

It's a pleasure to see you
again, my lady.

Come on!

What?

Hear ye, hear ye!

Gather round,
ladies and gentlemen!

The Locksley academy
all-comers archery tournament

is about to begin!

Each Archer will get
two shots from 40 feet,

two from 60 feet,
and two from 80 feet.

This is a winner-take-all
competition!

First prize...

One thousand dollars!

( Shouts of approval )
Entries are now closed!

Archers with the lowest scores
in each round

will be eliminated
until we finally

have our winner!

Our first Archer is...

Prince, Jr.:
Get out of my way!

Nothing like
making an entrance.

Who cares?

It's how you leave
that's important.

Mr. Harvey, sir.

Are we too late?

Um, as a matter of fact,
entries are...

( Clears throat
ostentatiously )

Is there some sort
of problem here?

Uh, no sir, Mr. Prince.

No, no problem at all.

Add their names to the list.

Get ready for the tournament.

Disperse!

Son, it's up to you
to make my trip out here

worthwhile.

Hey, isn't that
that horse I wanted you

to buy me?

Well, you'd better
win this thing, hadn't you?

( Cell phone rings )
Prince, sr.: Out of my way!

Hello? Yes!

Gentlemen.

Gentlemen.

You ready?

( Faint chuckle )
Mr. Harvey: Let

the tournament begin!

( Cheers and applause )
( Shouts of approval )

Yes!

( Shouts of approval )
Yes!

Yes!

Mr. Harvey: Excellent!

That completes
the 40-foot round!

The top ten archers
will continue

after the targets
are moved back

to the 60-foot Mark.

Hey, thanks, Sam,
you were great.

Excusez-moi, s'il vous plait.

All clear!

The McAllisters
just arrived.

Get your men in place.

We'll take them as soon
as this is over.

Janet: Robin! Hi!

Onlookers: Ohhh!

Oh.

That's okay, son!

Onlookers: Ohh!

( Applause )
Onlookers: Ohh!

Next time. Next year.

Win it for me, man.

Concentrate.

Onlookers: Ohh!

You gotta do this
for us, man.

Mr. Harvey: The final
four archers will now compete

at a distances of 80 feet!

All clear!

( Onlookers applaud )
Onlookers: Ohh!

Onlookers: Ohh!

Onlookers: Ohh!

Onlookers: Ohh! ( Applause )
That's my son.

Yes! It's a tie!

Mr. Harvey: Hear ye, hear ye!

The final two archers
each have one shot left!

Whoever scores higher, wins!

I will flip a coin
to see who goes first!

Mr. Prince, you call it.

Heads.

Heads it is. Your choice.

I'll go first.

So, what do you say, hotshot?

You up for a challenge?

Why don't we move
the targets back?

Say... the hundred-foot Mark?

No problem.

Man: All clear!

Move it back!

Hundred-foot Mark.

Move it back, all the way.

A hundred feet.

Come on!

What are you looking at
your old man for?

I'm the guy you've got to beat.

All clear.

( Indistinct chatter )
Ha ha! Ha ha ha ha!

( Onlookers react )
It's a perfect bull's-eye!

Not bad.

Well, I'm here,
and I'm looking at your face

with my arrow
in the middle of the bull's-eye.

Yeah. Uh-huh.

Yeah, this is almost done. Yeah.

( Cheers and applause )
( Cheers and applause )

And the winner is...

Robin McAllister!

( Cheers and applause )
All set.

Yeah, let's go.

Congratulations, son!

Oh, honey,
we're really proud of you.

Uh... thanks, mom,
but, um, hold that thought.

Mr. and Mrs. McAllister?

Yes?

Agent Walter Nottingham.

F.b.i. I'd like a word
with you, please.

Wait.

It's me you have to talk to.

You? No, no, no, no.

I think I know who
the masterminds here are.

No, no, no, no. Really.

I did everything, on my own.

And nobody else knows
anything about it.

Look...

I was the one that took
all the money from

your companies.

Not for me.

For charity.

For Tommy.

He's Mr. Johnson?

Yep.

( Laughing )
Please!

But you're--
you're only 16 years old.

Let's go, son.

How's your gut feel now?

Yeah, but he's only 16!

He's a--
he's not Mr. Johnson!

Seals, he's only...!

Okay, everybody!

Everybody!

Let's get on with the fair!

Janet: Oh, Robbie!

Oh, Robbie!

How could you have
done this to us?

I mean, how could you
have ruined your life?

Your life? Our lives?

I mean, how?

I just wanted to do
something good for Tommy.

You know, I know that, son,
and for that, I am

very proud of you.

What?!

He stole money!

I am not saying I'm proud
of how he did it.

Stealing is never justified,
no matter how good the cause.

I know.

Truth is, your mother and I
could learn something from you.

We could?

Oh, come on, hon.

Let's face it-- ever since
we won that money, we haven't

been thinking about anything
except ourselves

and what
we
wanted.

I guess you could say
we have been... a little...

Preoccupied.

Oh, we sure have.

You know, the truth is,
I think Robin did it

just to get our attention.

No, I did it 'cause I thought
it'd be cool.

But I was wrong, and...

I see that now.

Anyway, I am gonna make sure
that that family gets

enough money till they get
back on their feet.

Oh.

Well, dad,
you kind of already helped.

But we'll talk about that later.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Okay, fine, fine.

I get the picture.

( Sighs )
My overpriced attorney

has just pointed out
how it's going to look

if we choose to prosecute
a 16-year-old boy for stealing

a piddling amount of money
to pay some poor kid's

hospital bill.

I'd hardly call $30,000
a piddling amount.

It's not the money,
it' the principle.

Who cares about he principle?

It's the public relations!

So guess what--
not only am I not

going to press charges,
but from now on,

prince enterprises
is going to include

St. ignacios parish
on its list of

permanent charities,
and if I'm gonna do that,

so are both of you.

( Telephones ringing )
Warner. Prince.

Gibson.

Just a minute. Hold on.

All: It's for you.

Marion: Hi.

Hey.

How's it going?

Well, I've almost got
the church's finances

pulled up to the 20th century.

Just in time for
the 21st?

Yeah. Don't tell nobody,
but, as far as this

punishment thing goes,
it's actually kind of fun.

I was wondering,
you want to go to

a movie tonight?

I can't. Part of my
probation's that I've got

to be in before dark.

What about a matinee
Saturday?

Got community service
all day Saturday.

Okay, let's make this easy--
what can you do,

and when can you do it.

Well, I'm free on sunday--
after church, that is.

What was that for?

For being you.

( Faint chuckle )
Come on.

I want to show you something.

What's this?

Sherwood archery club,
youth division.

The most important thing
about archery is that you're

completely relaxed
at the time that you fire.

The bow is stretched,
there's tension in the string,

but you are totally at ease.

Would you quit blabbing
and let the kid shoot?

Bravo, Tommy! Not bad.

I did it, I did it!

This archery's
a good thing for these kids.

Teaches them discipline,
concentration.

Next year we should have
our own faire, with our own

archery contest.

Sounds good to me.

Maybe we can get that
Mr. Johnson to put up

the prize money.

Oh, wait a minute.

Don't look at me 'cause,
you know, I'm through with that.

That's it.

( Marion and father tuck
laughing )

Male vocalist:
♪ here's a little story

♪ 'bout a young man's dream
♪ a minor variation

♪ on a well-known theme
♪ stars in his eyes

♪ and visions of
♪ fame and fortune

♪ happiness and love
♪ well, he's off to the city

♪ with the small-town blues
♪ gunning for a headline

♪ in the
daily news
♪ not afraid of dancing

♪ on the edge of the knife
♪ we're rolling up the sleeves

♪ and taking on life
♪ a Maverick eagle

♪ on a one-way ride
♪ contentious issues

♪ on a turning tide
♪ a trumped-up notion

♪ and a burning pride
♪ an unnamed yearning

♪ for the world inside
♪ he can feel the success

♪ Falling into place
♪ scouting out the scene

♪ picking up the pace
♪ opportunity knocks

♪ you'd best make haste
♪ an open window

♪ and a fall from grace
♪ it's a question

♪ of men and mice
♪ dive into the game

♪ don't think twice
♪ win your freedom

♪ on the toss of the dice
♪ win a soft-eyed angel

♪ with a heart of ice
♪ hey!

♪ Well, he took a wrong turn
♪ going with the flow

♪ a losing streak--
♪ that's the way things go

♪ just another victim
♪ of the undertow

♪ but you reap what you sow
♪ as the old folks know