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Robin of Locksley.
Where I come from, Christian...
...great one.
You will not regret it.
Azeem! It's time to redeem that vow!
You shall have one.
ROBIN: How did you escape?
Starve them out!
You're my son.
[CLATTERING]
I tell you, John, the barbarian is killing her.
Farewell, friend.
...he must meet God with a clear conscience.
still got pins and needles? no but i'm gonna get it any minute now.
Leave me, Master Robin! I slow your escape.
Pray he is brought to us before winter.
Where does this intolerable hatred for me come from?
Well, here.
MAN 4: Aren't we all very serious? Is his shirt coming off?
WOMAN: Who are you?
- Now? - Now!
Robin.
I have more reason to hate you than anyone.
This boy killed one of the Sheriff of Nottingham's deer.
The Caledonian It haunts my dreams
Come on, move it. Hold your tongue!
You should have waited!
ROBIN: Alms for a blind man, my lady?
Now fucking call me
I'm not leaving.
- Because you're short? - Nope.
He's drowning!
- That's all I have. WOMAN: God bless you, ma'am.
Treasure
- Keep it. - This dagger would fetch a great price.
[SCREAMS]
The treasury is empty.
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I'm five miles from home.
Alone, Christian, you will only get yourself killed.
AZEEM: What is this place?
Now I beg you to free yourself of your vow. Return with the boat.
FANNY: Oh, God!
What can these mercenaries do that we cannot?
The hospitality in this country is as warm as the weather.
What a dope He tripped on a rope
It’s not the spirits we fear, it’s Sherwood!
That’s not my wife, crone!
What are you doing here?
- I swear it. AZEEM: They're coming!
Our way lies together with the speed of Allah.
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The good friar's done all he can.
Point me towards danger, I’m ready!
I don't.
...and show them the love that they do so richly deserve.
That's good, Wulf. But can you do it amidst distraction?
Well done. Well done.
JOHN: That there's Will Scarlett.
I will try for thee anyway.
#Walk the wire for you #
You dare to spy on me?
Look!
Tell Nottingham what happens to his scum when they pick on small children.
ROBIN: Grab on.
Has English hospitality changed so much in six years...
Come on, lads, drink up.
"Spanish Steel. Much Stronger Than Our Native Blades."
GUY: Friar!
Cancel the kitchen scraps for lepers and orphans.
Yoke their strength.
No pinches, no squeezes Leave your wife alone
You got balls of solid rock
Then we must stop fighting amongst ourselves...
- You fool! You've started a war! ROBIN: We're already at war.
- Take the one on the left. - Which one's left?
You're still trying to be lord of the manor.
I ain't doing no harm. I likes a good hanging, I do.
Do we want to survive the summer? Then we must stop fighting amongst ourselves
Put thine own issue on the throne.
- Come with me. MARIAN: Robin!
I fulfill my vows when I choose.
In fact, I'll help you pack for your journey.
But why your yard, cousin?
I see you still have your lands.
- He knows you always hated him, traitor! - Shut up!
A little news, please, sir.
All remember of you is a spoiled bully Who used to burn my hair as a child
Besides, I grow tired of his bellyaching.
Torture him. You see?
Recognize this? It has white paint
- Ah! - Shh.
And do you, Marian of the house of Dubois, take this man to be your husband?
...there is nothing left for me to go home to.
Some.
No.
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These are all good lads here.
- The son of a dead man. - Locksley.
Well done Well done
I saw a grave.
Swimming time again, old chum.
Burn it down!
Recognize this? It has 2hite paint
I would die for you.
I want Locksley's own people fighting to bring his head in.
Yes. Um...
Daft buggers.
The squirrels and birds when my dog enters the backyard
Pain.
That's my wife, crone!
...to bring to justice the lawless men...
We're all outlaws. Got prices on our heads.
JOHN: Fanny!
- A witch? WULF: She knows every man's thoughts.
- Cut the other's hand off as well. - I'm sorry.
Set me free! I will show you a way out.
...that he would be willing to die for them.
Nobody escapes the sheriff, not unless he's lining his pockets.
...been kind. - Thank you.
Why not a union with the house of Nottingham...
So he is alive, then?
You're always the target.
[TUCK LAUGHS]
Fanny...
There’s always room for one more
get on with it you scrankerwhimp! thanks i will.
And you can stop all that, you old fake!
Now hurry up. We’re wasting good Celebration Time.
Unless...
Nobility's not a birthright.
Stop them! They're stealing my horses!
Five.
You've been brought here for your own protection.
You've stirred up a bloody hornet's nest now!
I have no choice.
...let him speak now...