Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves

Show them the courage of Allah!

- He says you stole the bread. - It's a lie.

I caught him stealing ours.

Cut off the infidel's hand.

No, I took the bread!

- That's not true. - They're not interested in the truth.

- But he's lying! - You're too weak, Peter. You won't live.

As you wish.

- Cut the other's hand off as well. - I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Robin.

Oh, God!

No! No! No!

This is English courage.

That's for five years of hell!

Behind you!

Come on, Robin, for God's sake! Come on!

Wait! Take us with you!

You cannot save those people, Christian!

- But you can save me! - They're coming, Robin.

Christian!

- Why should I? - For pity's sake.

- Mine is a sentence of death. - He's a Moor! Don't listen!

Set me free! I will show you a way out.

- Why should we? - If you do not, we are all dead men.

No, Robin, for God's sake! Robin, they're coming!

- I'm sorry. - Hurry! Come, Christian! Come!

This way!

Thanks. I misjudged you.

You are fast with a sword.

Five years I have waited to smell free air. That makes a man fast.

Peter!

It's mortal.

Leave me.

Give this ring to my sister, Marian.

Now swear you'll protect her for me.

His wound is by the heart. We cannot save him.

Swear it, Robin!

- I swear it. - They're coming!

Tell Marian I died a free Englishman.

Peter! Peter. Peter!

For England!

Come, my friend. Make his sacrifice an act of honor.

Come now!

Why did you cut me free, Christian?

Whatever blood is in your veins, no man deserves to die in there.

Farewell, friend.

God speed your way.

Our way lies together with the speed of Allah.

What?

You have saved my life, Christian.

I will stay with you until I have saved yours. That is my vow.

Thanks, but I go to England. I relieve you of your obligation.

Only Allah can do that.

What if I say no?

You have no choice.

I am Azeem Edin Bashir Al Bakir.

You may call me Azeem.

Robin of Locksley.

Kindest sir:

It is rumored you fought in King Richard's Crusade...

...with my beloved son, Robin.

I fear you have returned home to desperate times...

...when dark forces plot against our absent king.

I am anxious for word of my son.

Were you present at his capture near Jerusalem?

Do you know the name of the potentate who holds him?

Does he still bear me ill will?

A little news, please, sir.

I would give all that I own for his release.

- Stop there! - Help me, my lord!

You should have waited!

- I'm sorry you were disturbed, master. - Duncan, it's all right. Let him go.

They've taken my Gwen. My daughter!

- Who's taken her? - Men! On horses.

In masks.

We tried to stop them, but...

My son is dead.

He's dead.

Master, stay. There is an evil moon tonight.

Never fear, Duncan. Good will overcome.

Trust in that.

I'm sorry, my lord. I had no choice.

You!

Locksley.

The king shall hear of this!

Join us.

Never.

Join us...

...or die.

God and King Richard!

Thank you, Lord.

I'm home!

You are strange, Christian.

Yes. But I'm free!

Now I beg you to free yourself of your vow. Return with the boat.

I know how it feels to be so far from your home and family.

Because I love them so much, I cannot dishonor them.

I thought you'd say that.

No man controls my destiny.

Especially not one who attacks downwind and stinks of garlic.

Come, Azeem!

Our fighting days are done.

By nightfall, we'll celebrate with my father.

You understand, of course...

...I had to try.

I would have succeeded.

Why must you walk in back of me?

In your country, am I not the infidel?

It seems safer to appear as your slave rather than your equal.

For an infidel you have uncommon clarity of thinking.

Yet you tell me of nothing of yourself. For instance, your name.

- Azeem. What does it mean? - It means "great one."

Great one, really? Did you give yourself this name?

It's a joke.

Azeem the great one, I am home!

Look!

Mistletoe.

Many a maid's lost her resolve to me thanks to this little plant.

In my country, we talk to our women.

We do not drug them with plants.

What do you know of women?

Where I come from, Christian...

...there are women of such beauty they can possess a man's mind so...

...that he would be willing to die for them.

Wait. Is that why you were to be executed?

Because of a woman?

That's it, isn't it?

That's it!

It is close to sunset.

You painted old dog. Who was she?

The mullah's daughter?

Huh?

Another man's wife?

What's her name?

Is there no sun in this cursed country?!

Which way is east?

- Her name? - East!

Her name.

Jasmina.

That way.

- You are sure? - I'd know blindfolded.

I'm five miles from home.

Was she worth it?

Worth dying for.

Come on, boy, run!

You're dog's meat, son!

You're dog's meat, son, do you know that?

Get down here! You know what you've done. Come down here!

- Down! - You're not playing by the rules, boy.

Deer don't climb trees.

Perhaps he thinks he's a game bird.

Shall we teach him to fly?

Get him down.

Hold.

I'm curious as to what manner of creature is so fearsome it takes six men to attack it?

Stand down. This is no affair of yours.

Well, have we treed the devil himself? Let me see.

A small boy, a truly dangerous animal.

This boy killed one of the Sheriff of Nottingham's deer.

You starve us! We needed the meat.

I advise you to move on, pilgrim. This is the sheriff's land.

Wrong.

This is my land and my tree. Therefore whatever's in it also belongs to me.

Might I have the pleasure of your name before I have you run through?

Robin of Locksley.

Well, well... Locksley.

Welcome home.

- Kill him! - To arms, swords!

- Come on, hurry up! - He's armed!

Azeem! It's time to redeem that vow!

Unleash the hounds!

Get off your damn knees!

Look out!

Yeah!

Now, sir...

...if you'd be so kind as to give me your name before I run you through.

Guy of Gisborne, the sheriff's cousin.

- That little bastard was poaching deer. - Poach?

Is it not a greater crime to starve a family?

Go on, Locksley.

Go on.

I've seen enough blood spilt to last two lifetimes.

Now get off my land.

Tell Nottingham what happens to his scum when they pick on small children.

You.

You travel 10,000 miles to save my life, then leave me to be butchered?!

I fulfill my vows when I choose.

Which does not include prayer times or meal times...

...or any time I'm outnumbered 6 to 1.

You whine like a mule.

You are still alive.

Have no fear. Come down, boy.

Is it true, boy? Did you kill a deer?

Hundreds of them.

You scared him.

Interesting place, this...

...England.

Hold up, Sir Guy. The sheriff's not to be disturbed.

Cousin.

I trust you justify your intrusion with news of profound value.