Robin: Watch for Wishes

Robin Hood.

The king of thieves,

his eyes disguised

as king of beasts

whose lion heart beats

bravery

is tracking prize

parking his ride under a no-parking-sign.

Never mind the fine,

Didn't I say that guy was brave?

Today's the day he makes his way into the cave

right through the front gate. Like "What's up, mate?"

Ain't no Maid Marian Marriage gonna be happ'ning today.

There's business to do, savings to save.

His palms start to sweat, he takes a deep breath

and beneath his mask his heart races so fast

he'd rather start an IRA than do the task at hand.

But since bank rates are rather bad for outcasts

and bow and arrow outdated, from past

he flings out his blaster like "Hands up, you bastards!"

Says "Hip hip-hooray!" today's payday.

Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally, golly what a day.

When you're the namesake - for Christ's sake of Batman's sidekick

spreadin' heartache to them snakes

that the banks make is your yardstick

Then you're no lunatic you're taking the straight way

and steal for the poor's sake.

It's for the sake of the needy that you take from the greedy.

Because

what is the robbing of a bank compared to the founding of a bank?

No need to thank the king,

robbin' the rich is just his thing

his wish,

His dream!

And his dreams

he will chase

'til this lion's heartbeat fades.

But 'til then he'll be yelling:

Oo-de-lally, oo-de-lally, golly what a day.

Majestic! What a slam!

He isn't rusty at all, he still got it!

Ladies and gentlemen, our titleholder,

John Gerber!

Let's check the score!

Wow! That's a 9.6!

Okay everybody!

Hey, great job, man!

Congrats, John!

Robin Hood, huh?

Search the building again!

No comment at the moment.

No comment!

No comment!

John, I'm Alicia!

I have a blog dedicated to your work.

It's called "Whiterabbit".

Do you have a short statement for your fans?

Yeah, John, do you?

I guess not. Step out of the way please, ma'am.

Or would you like to come with us?

John!

It's called Whiterabbit! Google me! Google it!

Where is your son?

He wasn't at the show.

Where is he?

I made it to the semi-finals.

Congrats, John.

Where is Robin?

Is your son still alive?

I have to do the semi-finals.

I've got an ID.

Have you seen the new guy?

A child's killer they said.

How can he be playing basketball right now?

Not sure I'd call that playing basketball.

Mrs. Gerber, I should tell you that we have a therapist

we can refer you to -

You're not getting rid of me til you've found my son.

Fair enough.

So, there was a bank robbery last week.

Apparently, the perpetrators wore lion masks -

like in John's poem.

Are you telling me my son robbed a bank, Officer Rosenbaum?

It's better than that:

The bank is in Cape Town, South Africa.

They're still looking for the "heroes" who did it.

I need to speak to John! We're wasting time here.

Calling Officer Rosenbaum's methods a waste of time

is a little harsh, don't you think?

Officer Fischer.

Mrs. Gerber.

You were right.

I don't know how you missed this in the first place

but he booked two flights out of Czech Republic.

Prague Airport.

They just confirmed the ID.

- What? - When?

A week ago.

They were already flying when you reported Robin missing.

To South Africa?

I just informed the South African Police.

Provide them with the intel we have to support their search.

Especially on how he could show up on the stage

out of nowhere.

Any reason you could think of, why your husband

would take your son to South Africa?

I need to talk to him.

Rob!

Rob! We gotta go!

Next basket wins, yeah?

What are you writing?

Something about basketball.

You and your basketball.

Well

it is my list, dad.

Dinner's ready, dad.

What rhymes with "legend"?

What are you writing?

Something for mom.

She already has a thousand poems from you, dad.

Mom likes my poems.

That's how I -

you "won her over back then", I know.

You okay?

Yeah, I just choked.

Take your time, big guy.

So, do you think mom is gonna come?

I don't know. Maybe.

I guess,

I kind of miss her a little bit.

I miss mom too.

That's why I'm writing.

When I miss someone

I write.

When I'm sad I write.

It helps.

Then maybe I'll write her

my own poem.

Can I tell her where we are?

Tell her, but ehm...

in a secret code.

Make sure only she can understand the code.

Oh, what did you write about basketball?

Wow, hey!

You write yours and I write mine, okay?

Dreamland.

"Dreamland" sort of rhymes with "legend".

Dreamland... That's good.

The legends they wander

on beaches of fine sand,

along their lone dreamland...

for wonders to see where there's no one to see them.

Their faith and their fate

they search for their freedom.

Legends never fade.

The art of hoping isn't hard to master

hands ban days past

letter for letter gonna live forever.

Not stopping ever.

Everything's better than waiting.

Forever.

John! Stop!

The heart is still strong, if

claws are in form, then.

John!

Dreams are not torn

venom in veins...

Where is Robin?

When you find the way...

Where is our son?

I hope

he's not

in vain.

Is he alive?

I have to do the semi-finals.

Where's our son, John?

John!

You better tell me right now

what the hell you've done with my son.

Please follow me and please sit down, okay?

You better hope they gonna keep you

in here forever!

The arrest of poetry slam champion.

John Gerber, who is the only

suspect in the kidnapping of his son,

twelve-year-old Robin Gerber.

Robin has been missing for one week...

Good evening, Mrs. Gerber.

Always in training, huh?

Tell me there's news?!

Well, eh...

do you have any plans tomorrow night?

Why?

I'm going to see John at the semi-finals.