Robin Hood

Hold him.

- You know the law. - I know the law is an ass.

The price for one of the King's deer is your right hand.

- Let's go. - No.

- Please, have mercy. My wife... - What?

My wife expects a child. We have no food.

She must eat or we'll lose the baby.

And when she has the baby you will say you must steal

because you have another mouth to feed.

- Bring him. - Please. No, I need my hand.

We can punish you now.

If you admit your guilt, the punishment is lessened. We can take a finger.

But you will have no right to trial. No defense, no appeal.

I will lose a trial. And my hand.

- Take a finger. - Do it.

Come on.

Pop your hand on there. Like this.

Er... I've changed my mind.

No appeal.

What the...?

- Who's there? - Seems I missed your hand.

Let him go before my aim improves.

Show yourself. You interfere with the law of the land!

The last time I looked, the law punished poaching with a tanning or a spell in the stocks.

The law is under threat and must be severe if it is to be respected.

If the law wants respect, shouldn't the punishment fit the crime?

I do not make the law. I do not decide.

But you enforce it.

And my men and I suggest that you decide to go on your way.

They've got us surrounded, sir.

- And let this man feed his hungry wife. - I don't know...

You know!

And what does that prove?

Missed again.

Let him go.

God bless you, sir. God bless you all, gents.

Come. We leave these rogues to their crimes.

Us...

rogues?

Don't show your faces here again, cowards!

- Shh... Quiet! - Why?

We have won and they should be ashamed!

Shame on you!

Come back here again and my master and I

shall see that you leave with more than just your tails between your legs.

"My master and I? " There are only two of them!

I shouldn't have said that.

Run, Robin. Run!

Clever, master...

Five years in battle, Much, and you still forget the Last Man!

There 's always so much to remember.

When I see the River Trent, I'm going to weep.

I'm going to cry like a baby.

For all the pain we've suffered in Palestine, the horrors we've witnessed.

And because I am so hungry.

When we get to Locksley, I'm going to have beef.

- Yesterday you said pig. - Yesterday I was not so hungry.

I mean I could have pig and beef. And lamb.

Mmm... I'd like that. Very much.

In fact, I can feel a song coming on...

No! No song.

Absolutely no song.

- It would be a cheery song. - It would be a tragedy too.

A tragedy for you to have survived the Turk and made it to within a few miles of Locksley,

only to be killed by your own master.

You know, it is lucky I do not readily take offence.

You know, a smaller man would be offended.

- A smaller man would be wounded. - And a cleverer man would sing fewer songs.

So, master, no stopping here, all right?

No stopping anywhere, no more heroics.

We're going home, we're going straight home.

- Nathan. - You two on the run?

No, we're returning to Locksley after a long absence.

You look like you're on the run.

Want to give me a hand with this ditch? There 's a meal in it.

Me daughter Sarah and I, we've a pork roasting.

- Master, we could, couldn't we? - Much, we are nearly home!

Please... Please?

I love you. Have I ever said that?

Call that digging? Have you ever done a proper day's work?

Roast... pork.

Roast...

Roast... pork...

Ahem...

Thank you.

- Where are you two headed? - Home... to Locksley.

It's getting late. You and your friend should stay in our barn tonight.

That is very kind but I don't think that would be...

Someone special waiting for you, is there? In Locksley?

I doubt it.

- My friend and I... - Then what's your hurry?

- Your father! - He'd kill you if he saw...

- Sarah... - But he won't see.

The Sheriff wants cloth dyed for his men in lieu of taxes.

Taxes that I cannot afford cos nobody has money to buy my cloth.

Well...

You know, he is a fair-minded old man.

I'm sure if you explain your difficulties to him,

if you kiss him.

- Kiss him? - Kiss his ring.

- He will understand. - You really have been away.

The old man is finished.

We've had a new Sheriff these last four years.

Where 's that food?

Really?

That is interesting.

Because, he's a... fair-minded old man.

I told you.

We've a new, young... You're not listening.

Robin!

My daughter!

I meant no offence! I do not wish to fight!

Well, bad luck! I do! Argh!

You picked the wrong man. I did not always work cloth. I once worked metal.

I was never beaten with a sword. Not by knight, not by knave.

Much!

Master!

Ha!

Much. Fetch the packs.

Run!

Oh, sir, sir!

You have me.

- Allow me one final request. - What's that?

One last kiss.

I told you! I said no stopping!

Why do you never ever listen?

Faster! Go!

I'm not saying anything.

Hey there!

Where is everybody?

Dan Scarlett?!

- Dan, it's me, Robin! - Robin?

- Yes! - Is it really you?

- Of course it's us. - We are home unscathed.

Well... scathed.

Very scathed.

But happy. And hungry. Mostly hungry.

Blessed Mary, it is you!

- An accident? - An incident.

No matter. What's done is done.

Tell me.

Guy of Gisborne runs your estate for the Sheriff.

Does he?

We have one tithe after another for the King in the Holy Land. Making ends meet...

It was wrong, but my boys, they took some game.

I went to stop them, but so did Gisborne's lot.

They got caught.

Me too. Someone had to lose a hand.

Better me than Will, or little Lukey.

I'm old. They've got years ahead of them.

This is madness.

You are a skilled man, you built half this village.

I won't have this. You will be compensated.

I see my boys in good health and I am happy.

It's all right, boys!

This is Master Robin.

You're all right. Come on.

This is my bow.

My dad made if for me.

Why has yours got those curves in it?

Well, this is a Saracen bow.

It is recurved.

The bows straighten...

when you draw.

Makes it small but powerful.

Is it true you can hit a man from a mile away?

If I practice every day, I'll do that.

- Let's hope you never have to shoot a man. - Yeah, that's what Dad says.

I bet you killed loads of men when you were fighting with the King.

Look.

OK, keep your chin up. And remember to...

- ...to take a breath first! - Wait, wait.

He's a credit to you and Jane.

No...

Two years.

Told us she was eating. Don't think she was.

Couldn't see her boys starve.

The whole village has suffered. Not just us.

Jane, your good strong wife...

Come on!

Come on, stand there and don't move!

Ten sacks of flour have gone missing from the store.

They will be found.

Go on, get out of here with the rest of 'em.

They will be accounted for.

Come on, stop struggling! Go on, get out there!

No more, sir.

Who helped this... runt?

Step forward now. I may show lenience.

No...

The remaining perpetrators will be found. This crime will be punished. Bring the boy.

Wait.

- Guy of Gisborne? - Sir Guy of Gisborne to you.

And bow before your master.

Sir Guy of Gisborne.

My name is Robin, Earl of Huntingdon and lord of this manor.

Your services here are no longer required.

Charles. Thomas.

- Thornton. - Welcome back, sir.

A bath for the master, Hannah, and fresh clothes immediately.