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Previously on "Robin Hood."
I apologize for my lateness.
I believe you arrived just in time.
Mother, I come bearing gifts.
My Lord.
I did not know.
Maid Marian of Locksley,
you will swear your fealty to me
and serve as lady in waiting.
What brings you here, my son?
Father's days are numbered. It is my intention
that I take his place.
Blood does not make a proper king.
My path is decided.
-And it will be the throne. -John would defy anything
that doesn't serve John.
I must know his mind. His methods.
-His endgame. -How am I to do such a thing?
Make yourself visible. Be a rose.
Not a lily.
I came to speak with you about Priscilla.
I would like your permission to court her.
Any hurt done to her by you
shall be repaid a thousand-fold.
Tell me what you know of the forester Hugh of Locksley.
Aronne was a horrible accident.
-It was all an accident. -I... I didn't mean for
any of this to happen, Marian.
It doesn't matter what you meant.
I never want to see you again.
-I made a deal. -With who?
Eleanor, she wants to stir the rebellion.
-To what end? -To force the King
-to come here. -And you get what?
She will release Marian from her charge.
Time to settle accounts.
I would kill you, but leaving you
with no gold is a far crueler fate.
Robin Hood has robbed Baron Warick.
I am holding you, the leaders
of the Saxon community, responsible.
You will be jailed until Robin Hood comes forward,
and submits himself to Norman justice.
ROBIN HOOD
Your presence is requested.
Robin Hood has once again evaded justice.
I can only suspect the Saxon people
have had a hand in it.
I have tried reasoning with you.
Offering civility, breaking bread.
Now it seems a more direct approach
is in order.
So...
one of you will be freed
to deliver Robin Hood a message.
If he does not surrender by week's end,
the rest of you will hang
as traitors.
It is time Hood learned the true price of his defiance.
If you value the lives of the others,
you will get my message to Hood.
You truly believe Robin Hood will surrender?
I hope not.
If he did, he'd ruin my plans.
Feels different, doesn't it?
The air, thicker with influence.
Sharper with ambition.
Is that what that smell is?
You're nervous.
You belong here, Priscilla.
You've always known how to navigate any room
and turn it in your favor... Westminster's no different.
Wilderness of its own,
complete with predators and prey.
Sounds like my kind of jungle.
So, I see he's brought a pet from Nottingham.
I give her a week.
Perhaps less.
She won't last.
Soon...
all of Westminster will be introduced
to Lady Priscilla of Nottingham.
Marshal, it's beautiful.
You must be properly adorned.
It feels good to be here.
Away from Nottingham.
Far away from that devil Robin Hood.
What's the tide bringing today?
A ship from the east.
John.
It's been some time.
I was beginning to think you died.
Not for lack of trying.
This is Tuck. Rob.
Rob?
Not Robin Hood?
Is this not the name you were given?
Not by my father.
By my enemy.
Then it will be the one that endures.
The name your enemy curses
is the one history will write.
Ibrahim... Al-Rashid.
"Al-Rashid."
"The rightly-guided."
A name fitting for a man with instincts,
a man such as myself.
Where did you learn Arabic?
Oh, I don't know it, it's just that name,
it was from a book my mother made me read.
She was a good mother then.
She was.
Word of your exploits has reached London.
Stealing from Norman lords.
Infuriating Nottingham's crusader... the Sheriff.
-It's impressive. -I'm not here to be admired.
Do you have what we need?
Steel.
We'll take these.
Those are more.
-How much more? -Fifty ducats.
We didn't bring that much gold to the city.
But we have more hidden.
I can have that brought to you in the next week.
I don't know, John.
I have never failed to pay.
You never faced what you are facing.
You're not taking on drunken soldiers in a tavern.
You are challenging the Sheriff,
and a man like that collects his debts in blood.
I think you are going to die.
He won't die.
He's too big to die. Look at him.
You ask much of me, Hood.
We will make good on our debt.
And more than gold, we'll owe you something greater.
What is that?
Loyalty.
Something's changed.
A few nights ago, your ambitions ended
at the borders of Nottingham.
Now here we are in London,
making alliances with Saracens.
What aren't you telling me?
Time for ale.
It's a long ways back.
And we must be properly... satiated.
Not for me. You go on.
I have something I need to do.
Come on.
I can get you to the traitor's gate.
No further.
The woman you want,
her quarters are in the east wing.
That's all I was told.
That's all I need.
Rob...
Marian...
Rob... for pity's sake,
what are you doing here? Leave!
I need you to do something for me.
What are you talking about?
Deliver this to the Queen.
And tell her it came from Robin Hood.
You dare speak that name in front of me.
And you have the gall to ask anything of me.
Leave, Rob, now.
I... I will.
I only need you to tell me one thing,
and that's you don't love me.
You say it, and you'll never see me again.
Love has nothing to do with it.
Love has everything to do with it.
What else is there?
There's all the rest of it.
There's my brother, he's dead!
And there are your lies!
The question is not whether I love you or not.
The question is, do I want to love you?
And the answer is no, I don't.
What's wrong with you, Nottingham?
Nothing.
Prince John seeks an audience with the Pope?
Then he's after papal endorsement.
It's a requirement for any noble
who wants to ascend the throne.
It won't be easy.
The path to His Holiness is never straight.
It's a political dance.
He'll need to sit with the cardinals first.
Navigate their ambitions
and egos just to get near His Holiness,
and even then,
the Pope's blessing will not come cheap.
-John doesn't have any funds. -No.
But from what I understand, he's seeking patrons.
I still have reliable agents in Rome?
You do.
Write to them and tell them I want their full attention
-to this matter. -And beyond that?
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