Most scenes together: Robin of Locksley & Azeem (11), Robin of Locksley & Maid Marian (8), Robin of Locksley & John Little (4)
Marian, I've returned to my home to find it destroyed and my father murdered! And the only explanations for it are the ramblings of an old blind man.
But all I remember of you is a spoiled bully who used to burn my hair as a child.
Please allow these years of war and prison may change a man.
Robin, whatever happened between you and your father, you mustn't believe... what they accused him of.
I don't.
My father was no devil worshipper. And I'll have words with any man who says otherwise. But, he's right. I was a rich man's son. And when I killed the sheriff's men, I became an outlaw like you.
You are nothing like us. [leaves]
That there is Will Scarlet. Don't take no notice of him. He's full of piss and wind. Come on, lads, drink up. Don't talk about so much bloody rubbish. This is the best that we simple men can expect. Here, we're safe. Here, we are kings!
My pride brought us to this.
No, Sadiq. It was you who gave pride to these people.
I was a fool. I was a fool to let them leave. I believe I planned it all so perfectly.
I once heard a wise man say "There are no perfect men in this world. Only perfect intentions."
You are an honor to your countrymen today, Azeem. You fought better than twenty English knights.
What are you going to do?
I have seen it many times... with horses.
With horses?
You were to use this information to get close to me and then kill me, isn't that right? What are you intentions?
Well, that depends on you, Locksley. I never trusted you, that's no secret. But what I want to know is, are you gonna finish what you started? I want to know if he's gonna turn and run like the spoiled little rich boy I always took him for.
Did I wrong you in another life, Will Scarlett? Where does this intolerable hatred for me come from?
From knowing that... that our father loved you more than me.
Our father?
We are brothers, Robin of Locksley. I am the son of the woman who replaced your dead mother for a time. It was your anger that drove them apart!
It's a lie!
It's not a lie! You ruined my life! I have more reason to hate you than anyone. Yet I found myself daring to believe in you. And what I want to know, brother, is will you stay with us and finish what you started?
You wish to end this? You wish to go home? Then we must stop fighting amongst ourselves, and face that the price for it may be dear. I for one would rather die than spend my life in hiding. The Sheriff calls us outlaws, but I say we are free. And one free man defending his home is more powerful than ten hired soldiers. The Crusades taught me that. I will make you no promises, save one: that when you truly believe in your hearts that you're free, then I say we can win!
Bull They got armor.
They got armor, Bull? Even this boy can be taught to find the **** in every suit of armor.
But we've got nothing to eat!
What do we need that the forest cannot provide? We have food, wood for weapons, we'll find safety and solace in our trees.
Yeah but what about our kin? Sheriff's taken all they got too!
Then by God, we take it back.
You're King Richard's cousin. You can give word of Nottingham's plan. He would believe you.
If the sheriff found out, I could lose all that I have.
That's true. But will you do it for your king?
No. I'll do it for you.
He fancies you, my lady. I am blind, but some things I can still see.
Cousin, I justify your intrusion with news of profound value?
I met a hooded man today who made me warn you not to harm his people.
Who told you to cover up? His name?
Robin of Locksley.
The prodigal son returns. He's a whelp! This girl could best him. Put it there!
Yes, well, this whelp has bested four of my men.
Yes, well, your men were probably drunk. And yet you survived, cousin.
I've barely survived. He has a companion, a dark skinned foreigner with a dark face of Islam and a Saracens sword.
Yes, yes, I'm sure it would take an army to match these rogues. I trust Locksley's visit to his manor and found the home fires still burning!
In ten days time, the barons are coming. Robin Hood has stolen what I was to pay for their alliance. And I'm surrounded by fools who do not realize my obligations. Tell me, Mortianna. Am I affronted?
Recruit the beasts that share our god.
Animals?
From the North.
You mean celts? They drink the blood of their dead!
Yoke their strengths.
Hired thugs... Ahh, briliant!
Put thine own issue on the throne?
A child, how?
Alive with royal blood.
What a beautiful child. So young, so alive, so unaware of how precarious life can be. I had a very sad childhood, I'll tell you about it sometime. I never knew my parents; it's amazing I'm sane. Marian, our union would allow these children to grow up as my allies. You understand... I cannot allow them to grow up as my enemies.
I have no choice.
That's true.
Will you keep the noise down, please? Now I have heard that Robin Hood may still be alive. Either tell me where he may be hiding, or you will all be hanged and we will catch him anyway and do the same thing to him.
I'd love to kill him for you.
Wulf Will, no!
So he is alive, then?
I'm not really sure.
Then why would I need you?
Because, my lord, if he is alive, I can get close to him. I'm one of his men. He would never suspect me.
Wulf He knows you always hated him, traitor!
Shut up!
He's trusting fool. He'll believe me. And if he doesn't, he'll kill me. Then you've lost nothing.
If you fail, I will personally remove your lying tongue.
And if I succeed, I get my freedom and the bounty on his head.
The lash, I think! Sorry about that. It'll make it more convincing.
Come on, damn you! There are only three of them!
Soldier It's not the mem we feared, sir. It's the evil spirits.
Robin of the Hood! Son of a devil worshipper! You father died a coward, cursing your name and squealling like a stuck pig!
You will bring no justice to your father by dying today.
Why a spoon, cousin? Why not an axe?
Because it's dull, you twit! It'll hurt more! I want this brigand found. Starve them out, slaughter there... No, take their live stock. I want Locksley's own people fighting to bring his head in.
Perhaps, we could create a name for him. Something to drive fear in the hearts of the populace, maybe "Locksley the Lethal" or "Wreaking Robin".
Whatever! I want him dead by the next full moon, before the barons come back. Now, sew... and keep the stitches small!
Soldier I've never seen the breasts of a noblewoman.
There was a rich man from Nottingham who tried to cross a river. What a dope, he tripped on a rope. Now look at him shiver! Beg for mercy, rich man!
I beg of no man.
Well, this here is out river, and any man that wishes to cross must pay a tax.
I'll pay no tax, as you can see I have nothing, not even my sword.
Bollocks! Any man who travels with two servants and claims that he's got no bloody money, is either a fool or a liar.
Yeah, he's a liar!
