So, I would tell you what year it was,
but I can't actually remember.
I could bore you with the history, but you wouldn't listen.
What I can tell you is that this is the story of a thief.
But it doesn't begin with the thief you know.
Just gonna clean out the stables.
- So, what were you doing? - None of your business.
It is, if you're stealing that horse.
They have a break coming in a minute,
so if you're hoping to make a clean getaway,
I'd give it a second.
Break time.
I'm Rob.
I'm busy.
A thief's work is never done.
A man lives next door to me. His horse died.
If he can't plow, he can't feed his family.
I figured whatever spoiled toff lives in this manor wouldn't miss one of his.
Then you would be absolutely right, he wouldn't.
Lords that are born with everything, want for nothing...
They make me sick.
You don't work in the mines.
Hands too soft for a tradesman.
Who are you?
I'm the spoiled toff who lives in this manor.
And you are completely beautiful.
What about my horse?
He's yours,
if you tell me your name.
Marian.
You can call me Marian.
Robin and Marian.
Seasons passed, their romance blossomed.
They were young, in love,
and that was all that mattered...
until...
the cold hand of fate reached out for them.
He stole from the rich and gave to the poor.
It became a bedtime story.
But listen, forget history.
Forget what you've seen before.
Forget what you think you know.
This is no bedtime story.
If stealing a few coins was all he did, all he was,
Robin of Loxley would never have become...
Robin Hood.
I knew him when he was just another lord of the manor.
A good life, an easy one.
Born with everything,
want for nothing.
Go away! Come back never!
What he didn't know was...
what we are born into...
What's this?
...isn't always who we are.
Look alive, ladies.
We don't want these bloody savages knowing we're coming, do we?
Sooner we win this war,
sooner Loxley there gets what he wants most.
Back home to his sweetheart.
Take cover!
Can't see him!
Gisbourne!
He's reloading.
Listen up.
Two volunteers for a back slang.
Clayton! You up for a run?
Yeah.
- You ready? Okay. Let's go. - Yeah.
Go!
Stay close.
Give me a hand.
Don't go anywhere. I've got this one, okay?
You stay here,
- watch our backs, okay? - Okay.
Be back in a minute.
Three.
Come on, Loxley.
Five, six.
Move, move!
Move!
Rob!
Robin!
Where's Clayton?
Where is he?
They've taken him.
Stay with the unit, Loxley.
He's still alive. I can hear him.
Loxley!
If he's not dead, he wishes he were.
Leave him to it.
Rob! Rob!
Loxley, leave him.
Cover.
- Clayton! - Rob!
Ambush!
Rob!
Signal the Stone Throwers, now!
Yes, sir.
Loxley, the stones are coming!
Fall back! That's an order!
Loxley, leave him! You'll get us all killed, lad!
He's still alive.
We can't just leave him!
Not your call, it's an order!
They're coming like bloody locusts!
Come on! See why you should follow orders, Your Lordship?
We're pulling back to the encampment.
I want information.
Intelligence, garrison, troop movements.
Get on your knees, you pig.
Come on, move. Move!
I said, "Don't look at me!"
On your knees.
- I'm begging you. - Say it!
I'm begging you.
Do it.
Gis!
- What are you doing? - My duty, Loxley.
We have new orders from above.
Like it or not, soldier, we're all powerless here.
But they're unarmed.
Then, why don't you run along and say a prayer for them?
- Mutton. - Sir?
- Bring another one out. - Gladly.
Come here.
No!
Come here.
- Saleem! Saleem! - On your knees.
- Let him live. - Stay down!
Let him live.
He's my son. He's just a boy.
He's my son.
Let him live! I'Il tell you what I know. Everything!
He knows nothing.
Me for him!
I've been killing Crusaders all my life.
My every breath is an insult to your God. Please!
Yeah, you're right, Moor.
So, if you want to save your son, give me something.
- Give me something! - Baba, save me!
A thousand soldiers.
To the East.
Our forces routed Tadmur the day before last.
Something else.
I don't have anything else!
He's my son.
I'm just trying to save my son.
Well, if it's any consolation...
- Baba, save me! - ... you can't.
Sal! Sal!
Saleem!
- Saleem! - Save me!
No!
Rob! Calm down, Rob!
Calm down, Rob!
Stand down, Loxley!
Remember your place.
- Kill the boy! - No!
Saleem!
Saleem. Saleem.
Hold him!
- I'll kill you! - Put him down! Put him down!
If you weren't a lord, I'd have you hung for treason.
Flick this worthless toff on a hospital boat back to England.
I got you something.
Key to your manor?
It's our home now.
I want to know you're there while I'm gone.
I love you.
Marian.
Stay alive.
And come back.
I promise you...
I'm coming back.
Nottingham off the starboard.
Drop the anchor, gangway.
Marian!
What would you confess, my son?
Tuck... where is Marian?
Robin?
Robin, you're not dead?
No, not for want of trying.
But your name was read out from the list of fallen soldiers.
- What? - Two years ago.
We were told you were dead.
Marian had a memorial for you. It was lovely.
I wrote you a very moving eulogy. It's a pity you missed it.
Well, I'm thrilled you missed it, 'cause it would have been
completely inappropriate, given you are not dead.
- Tuck! - Yes?
Who read my name from the list of fallen soldiers?
The sheriff, but, Robin...
Where is Marian?
Look, things have taken rather a turn since you've been gone, Robin.
After you died,
the sheriff seized Loxley Manor
as collateral for his war tax and threw Marian out.
And it's not just her.
He's crushing us all with his war effort.
Tolls, collections.
Rob, he's driven most of the commoners out of Nottingham proper.
To where?
To the mines.
She's there now?
Yes, but, Rob, Marian's...
This is not going to end well.
You grab him!
Sheriff's orders.
Bring them up this way.
Tastes worse.
You?
What the hell are you doing here?
We've got unfinished business.
No, no business. You tried to kill...
I stowed away for three months on your ship.
I could have killed you then if I wanted to.
Not why I'm here.
I've seen your woman, English.
She is beautiful.
She's not mine anymore, not since the sheriff...
Shipped you off to war.
You should have killed me.
Everyone thinks I'm dead, so this must be hell.
You want to know what hell is?
I lost my hand in this war.
My people were in chains.
My land was pillaged.
And my son was murdered.
I'm sorry I couldn't save him.
But you tried to.
In all my years of war,
I've never seen anything like it.
That's why I chose you.
Chose me? What for?
This war, all wars,
and everything happening here, it's as old as time.
Rich men getting richer.
Men of power taking more power from the blood of innocents.
Yours, mine,
and my son's.
And I want to stop it.
But I cannot do it alone.
We're just two men. What can we do?
You're only powerless...
if you believe you're powerless.
Follow me, English.
Good day, good people!
Today, we face a threat
from these barbarians in Arabia.
They hate us.
Our freedom, our culture, our religion.
But today,
they face The Near Enemy,
which is our Crusaders, in the desert.
Let's start here.
But tomorrow, and make no mistake about this,
they regard us, here, in Nottingham
as the Far Enemy, and they will come here.
They will infiltrate, they will proliferate,
they will choke our courts
and strangle our church,
our children, with their fanatical dogma.
They'll burn your houses.
They'll burn your lands!
That's why...
my War Tax Bill...
is so vital.
Nottingham isn't just a city.
It's the bank
and beating heart
of our great church and its glorious Crusade.
And for every one of you who shirks his duty
by not paying his fair share,
an archer goes without arrows
and a Christian soldier starves.
Sheriff, my people have already given everything that they have.
I move we send my tax bill to the vote.
I second.
The people of Nottingham are dying.
We're beyond the breaking point.
Young lady, you have no idea what a breaking point is
until you've seen combat.
So, how would you know?
Finance Minister, do we have a decision?
- We do. - Sir?
Sir? Sheriff?
The Loxley vote hasn't been counted.
Robin of Loxley?
What, are we giving votes to ghosts now?
Yes. No, he's alive.
Sir, so I hear.
Alive?
He was seen today, home from war.
Who saw him?
I'm sorry, sir, that falls under the Seal of the Confessional.
So, you saw him?
No, I didn't say...
It could have been...
anyone saw him.
Oh, dear.
Well, then the vote must be delayed until the Loxley vote's been counted.
You okay?
- This counciI meeting is adjourned. - Yeah.
Strangle our children, burn our lands.
He acts like you lot are swarming the bloody
walls of Nottingham already, the lying bastard.
Do you want to get angry or do you want to get even?
I want to take the sheriff down. I want to hit him where it hurts.
One thing keeps him in power.
He's got the whole church behind him. He's got an army of...
The money.
What, you mean what he takes from the commoners for the war effort?
We steal it.
You heard him.
Nottingham is the bank and the beating heart of the Crusades.
And I want to put a knife through it.
Vengeance for you...
and justice for my son.
I'm Robin.
Yahya ibn Umar.
Yokhya...
No.
Please, no more.
In your language, it's John... Son of Umar.
John it is.
By night, you'll be hitting the sheriff's couriers,
toll takers, tax collectors.
And by day?
You'll be playing Lord Loxley,
back to your old self.
Drinking and dining with some of the most obnoxious people on Earth.
- The rich. - And why will I be doing that?
Because if you want to know where the war money is really going,
you will have to charm your way into the belly of the beast.
Find out who is pulling the strings.
Rob?
Marian.
I knew she'd come.
Whatever it is she wants,
- she cannot know what we're doing. - Rob?
It's too dangerous for her and us.
If we get caught, they will kill us all.
No matter how much you want to, you cannot go down there.
If you love her,
stick to the plan.
I didn't cross an ocean to watch you crawl into a bottle.
Maybe she will love you again, inshallah,
when she finds out the truth of what we're doing.
But not before then.
Well, then, let's get on with it.
You're slow as the Second Coming.
Yeah, well, I spent four years of my life killing your people.
Well, you missed me.
Yeah, well, nobody's perfect.
You must be.
I can fire two arrows a second.
Yeah, you could fire two arrows a second.
You think you're faster?
Shoot me.
- Beg your pardon? - You've killed hundreds of us!
What's one more?
Okay.
Please. I said shoot me.
Too slow.
Fast as you can!
Again. Come on, English!
Again.
Too slow.
This war will be fought up close.
You'll need a street weapon.
Give me that relic, it's firewood.
Relax your grip.
Allow the bow to rest in your palm.
Now try.
Try again.
Only this time, try the other side.
It will save you a second on the reload.
Yes. Come on!
Again!
Faster! Yes, English, faster!
You were a lord, but now, you get to be a thief.
Left!
And I'm going to show you how.
This won't be like any war you're used to.
Right! Left!
Arrows.
To the right.
Exactly.
Faster. Stronger!
Faster, English!
What are you doing to my coat?
It's too long.
It's slowing you down.
When do I actually get to, you know, steal?
Really liked this coat.
Well, now, it's a jacket.
Turn your hand into a quiver.
The more arrows you can hold, the more arrows you can fire.
Shut up, you're not making it easier, you know?
Yes! Yes!
Fight with stealth, strike from the shadows.
By the time they return fire,
you're gone.
What else you got?
You've been digging through my old laundry, John.
You cannot go see the sheriff in those rags.
You must donate to his war effort and you will get in good with him.
Get in good with him?
He'll be lucky if I don't take his head off.
We pull the taiI, you see who bites.
- So... - So, to follow the money,
you must gain the trust of the sheriff.
And what am I going to donate?
It's not exactly like we're rolling in coin, is it?
Tonight, you take down the toll bridge.
Now you're talking, John.
I'm glad you approve, English.
What is this?
That was my son's.
Thank you.
You wanted to steal?
Now's your time.
Take that load off to the treasury.
You, come on.
By the order of the Sheriff of Nottingham, you need to pay the toll.
Stop the cart!
You have to pay the sheriff's toll.
- Didn't used to have to pay. - Check this bag.
Come on, what you got in the back?
We have no more money!
Come on, old man, cough it up!
Get up!
Hey!
Where is he? Where did he go?
- Where the hell are they? - I can't see him. Where is he?
Too slow.
Lord Loxley.
All of Nottingham rejoices...
that the tragic rumors of your death are unfounded.
I'd like to thank you personally for your service.
You sent me off for a just cause.
It was my honor, sir.
Ah, I do hope you're not going to hold my seizing of your manor against me.
It's a pity it's a fog of war.
Don't give it a second thought. I'm fixing it up already.
You did what you had to do, sir.
And here's my fair share
for the war effort.
But you've already given so much.
No, our troops need it. I should know.
I was there.
Please.
Well, I hope, now that you're back,
I get to see a lot more of you.
As much as you'll allow, sir.
I hope to earn your favor.
You put the rest of us to shame with your generosity, Loxley.
I'd like to be able to count on an invitation
the next time the lords meet, sir.
But it's your right. It would be my pleasure.
After all, the youth vote could use a voice in chambers.
You flatter me with your confidence, sir.
Yes, I know.
Rob.
The other day, at the manor,
I came by. I needed to see you.
Anything else?
Why are you making this so hard?
Do you really expect me to make it easy?
Marian, you promised me that you would wait for me.
They told me you were dead.
Lord Loxley.
Look, sorry, I've got to go.
I don't trust you around her.
What? I played my part.
If you need some motivation, if she finds out what we're up to,
it's her head on the chopping block, the same as ours.
Really inspiring.
Thanks.
Seems Lord Loxley's inspired an embarrassment of riches today?
Shall I count to ten before I raise the alarm?
Make it 20.
Who is it?
I don't know.
Sir. There's been another robbery.
He's not gonna like that.
Sir, there's been an occurrence, which on first observation,
might be classified as non-ideal, fiscally.
Oh, God, give me strength.
Sir. Sir, there's been another minor incident.
The good news is neither of the guards was badly killed.
What?
The collection box,
from right under our noses at Sunday service.
Oh, and the toll road last night, so a bit of a pickle.
Pembroke! Get those documents under lock and key.
Who else knows about this?
I came straight to you.
But I suppose the archdeacon should be told.
No, no, no, no, no.
We don't want him gossiping to the cardinal.
But, sir, surely the church...
It's a law and order issue.
I'm the law and order here.
Tighten the security.
All tax collections now go directly to the count room,
and double the guard at the treasury.
As you say, sir.
I can't afford to lose another penny.
Sir, it's been a bit since your last confession.
Would you care to unburden yourself to your friar?
My conscience is clear. Is yours?
Try as I might, mine's always a bit of a muddle.
Well, be that as it may, keep your ears open in your little booth.
Any talk of the thief, bring it to me.
But, sir, with respect, the Seal of the Confessional is sacred.
Nothing's sacred till I've caught that thief
and drowned him in a cage.
You're up late.
Just making my rounds, found myself craving a little sustenance.
I wanted to tell you that the sheriff's coming down hard
in response to the robberies.
It complicates our plans.
How are you getting on?
Best I can. Had some help.
Bag of coins left at my door.
By the Hood?
That's what I call him now.
It's got a nice ring to it, don't you think?
Don't know why he's giving the money to me.
- Guess I'm flattered. - You should be.
But I wish he would give it to the people instead.
Quick! Grab the money! Grab the money!
With respect, Sheriff,
this thief is making you look like a damn fool.
If I may...
I propose a bounty.
Surely you don't expect us to finance it.
No. I will stake it personally.
Should we say a thousand a week to begin with?
Then I'll double it every week, thereafter,
until he's either caught or killed.
Right. The rest of you, out.
Pembroke.
Out!
Those lords.
Days like this that I just wanna...
stick my thumb into their windpipes.
You really hate them.
Oh, well, you know, their daddies were the Guardians of the Foundling House,
where I spent my youth.
And they would come around at night to discipline us.
With the archdeacon and his clergy in tow.
And all of them drunk, breath stinking of...
boiled beef.
And they would've sent us out to buy
the canes which they were gonna beat us with.
You could tell how long the last beating was because the color of the welts
would go from red to blue, to yellow.
Finally, they would go to pink, and the skin would harden.
And by that time, Loxley, you had to make a choice.
You're gonna let them beat the strength out of you
or they're gonna beat it into you.
When they used the broomsticks on the little boys,
and they would scream.
Then, they'd pour some brandy down their throats as a mercy.
Now, I never screamed, but...
I hate the taste of brandy.
Shall we hang a few of them? Those lords?
Just to see them...
shit their silks?
Why don't we just hang one of them?
'Cause I suspect the rest would soon fall into line.
I am not after crumbs.
I want a seat at the big table.
Well, then, you'll keep my favor, Loxley.
It's Rob, right?
You're Will.
Welcome home.
Must've been hell for you over there.
I fought the war, I don't need to talk about it.
Look, I get it. I really do.
It must be overwhelming coming home, Marian...
She's her own woman.
Well, that's right. So you don't have to be okay with me.
Good. Because I'm not.
I heard you.
During the sheriff's speech.
Voice of the people.
They need one.
What about the Hood?
The Hood.
He means nothing to me.
He'll be caught, and forgotten.
And what I, Marian, and the rest of the commoners are fighting for
is much bigger than some petty thief
turning over a few couriers and collection boxes.
Still, I wouldn't bet against him.
I reckon he's just getting started.
John! I've had a thought. Hear me out.
I wanna go big.
Forget couriers and collection boxes.
I wanna hit the treasury itself.
Hard target.
Pull the taiI, see who bites!
How would you do it?
Easy, governor.
- Move! Move! - Help a hungry veteran.
Get out of the way.
- Men, get this filth out of the way! - Lost me hand in the war.
Be a pal and spare some change.
- God. This is a nice ass on this horse. - Please, sir.
Get out of the way! Get out!
Change of protocol, as per the sheriff.
All collections are no longer to be stored in the vault.
They go straight to the count room for immediate processing.
Shit!
Guards! Guards!
Shit! Shit!
Come on, come on!
Come on, come on! Come on!
There he is!
They're coming, John!
Ye of little faith!
Hyah.
Yeah!
- It's the Hood. - It's the Hood!
That's how you go big!
We didn't get a single coin!
We wanted to get their attention. And we have it now.
Our cardinal has asked me to convey to you his disquiet,
at your so-far defensive response to this thief.
It's nothing I can't handle.
You can tell His Eminence he needn't lose any sleep.
Reassure him yourself in due time. He's coming here.
From Rome? Over a petty thief?
The church does not consider the raiding of its treasury petty.
Ah, he barely escaped, and he got away with nothing.
But what's dangerous is the audacity of his crimes.
He's got our commoners looking up, seeing hope.
We want their backs bent and heads bowed.
There's been whispers of revolt.
Unchecked, those whispers will build into a roar.
It's treason. Punishable by death.
Treason's a very strong word, sir.
Isn't the Christian thing to turn the other cheek?
How do you love a God that gives you that face?
Sheriff!
Given our shared interest in the outcome of the war,
it's essential this thief is caught and his rhetoric suffocated.
I'Il restore the order.
You keep the faith, Your Grace.
Sheriff, the church can make a man, or break him.
For your allegiance, we offer you the world.
But in failure, we can also take it away.
Remember that.
Let's make the cardinal feel welcome, Sheriff.
Ah!
If you ever defy me again in front of the church...
I'm sorry, sir. I was only speaking for the Gospels.
Oh, the Gospels. Well, never, never forget, Tuck,
God's up there. I'm down here.
Now, I've taken the measure of hiring some special deputies.
Some of our most trusted crusaders.
They're just back from Arabia.
Here they are to receive the archdeacon's blessing
before they begin their good, good works.
Sheriff.
Commander Gisbourne.
They look very eager to do God's work.
Yes. With the deviI's pride.
One, two, three, four, five.
We've done it! We've done it.
The cardinal is coming all the way from Rome.
The sheriff is throwing him a party, and guess who's invited?
- It's my day off. - No days off, English.
You'll rest when you're dead.
He's coming because of the Hood.
Our plan is working!
That's very easy to say from where you're standing.
The cardinal is one of the most powerful people in the world.
Whatever he's come to tell the sheriff, we must hear it.
I think what you mean is I must hear it.
It will be an orgy of excess.
A flamboyant costume party,
the perfect place to put the Loxley charm to the test.
We pulled the taiI.
Now we see who bites.
Come, come, come in. Or catch your death.
It's good you came.
I, thought you might.
Will and I got an invite to the cardinal's party.
Was that your doing?
I may have put a word into the sheriff's ear
as to the political astuteness
of tossing commoners a few crumbs from the guest list.
I may never get into the palace again.
This is our shot.
And we must take it.
And Will?
He can't know what we're doing.
He wouldn't approve.
Rob will be there, surely.
And?
Marian, what we are doing is very dangerous.
We cannot risk letting our emotions compromise it.
- You and Rob... - Tuck, I know.
You sure you're up for this?
No.
Here, you're Lord Loxley.
Play your part.
Drink. Don't get drunk.
Killjoy.
But above all, you must get an audience with the cardinal.
John. I've got this.
I was born to be here. Remember?
Wow!
Lord Loxley.
Ah...
Nothing more than just a lapdog to the rich.
So did you run out of prisoners to execute in the desert?
No.
Got old and boring.
My new employer has me hunting more elusive prey now.
Enjoy the party.
Come on, seven!
Stealing from the rich to give to the poor?
He's taking the piss out of the whole damn natural order.
Oh, you flatter him. He's a smash and grabber, nothing more.
And hideously ugly, hence that ridiculous hood.
I wonder if he isn't a veteran.
Of the Crusades?
Clearly, he's well-trained. He's audacious.
Adaptable under fire.
Living on luck there, sir.
You'll get him eventually.
The elites shouldn't be surprised by the thief's revolution.
You created the conditions for it.
Marian.
Your beauty leaves me speechless.
Sheriff, I take it you know Marian.
Oh, yes. The sweet scourge of many a town hall speech.
So, Marian.
Who do you think the thief is?
He's all of us.
That's what counts.
Ah...
So you're an admirer.
He has his qualities.
Marian, there you are.
Shouldn't wander off too far, my love.
We appreciate you having us here, sir. We really do.
I have ambitions.
And we both know the poor need strong leaders. Like us.
Indeed.
Or else they get seduced by criminals like the Hood.
- Bloody hell! - Oh, I'm so sorry, my Lord!
What have I done there?
I've got juice all over your thing there.
- Let me wipe... - Get off me!
- Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. - Get off!
- Tuck! - Yes, sir?
- You're an idiot. - My apologies.
Apologies. Halt and lame. That's me, sir.
Halt and lame.
I have no doubt you'll have the Hood.
Takes a thief to catch a thief.
Your Eminence.
Get off your knees. Time is short.
Hood's robberies threaten our plans for the war.
You want my reassurance?
You are afraid.
You should be.
Do you know why?
Why don't you enlighten me, Your Eminence?
Fear... is the greatest weapon in God's arsenal.
It is why the church created hell.
Robin.
Tuck!
How long have you known me?
Since you were a boy.
And you trust me?
With my life.
Excellent.
This piece of scum is a thief!
He stole Lord Pembroke's keys.
I don't know what he's talking about.
You can search me. I don't have any keys.
Loxley's right. They're gone.
Oh.
Take a guard, find the key, check every room they open.
You, come with me.
Explain yourself, Friar.
I didn't steal anything.
Well, then you must know who did.
Confess!
Just...
kill him.
Wait!
The commoners love this worm.
And I think he wants to die.
I think he wants to be their martyr.
So let's give him a fate worse than death.
Revoke his church.
Defrock him!
And throw him to the streets.
That should cut him a little deeper than any blade could.
Don't! You can't! Your Grace, please!
Oh, I can and I do.
For the crime of falsehood under canon law,
get this disgrace out of my sight!
Who is this young man?
This is Robin of Loxley.
And I trust him.
You are the grace and good work of the Lord made flesh, Your Eminence.
Good.
The young are God's gift to the church.
The arrows in our quiver.
No, no, stay.
Welcome to the big table, Loxley.
Now whatever this Hood has done...
I will have him.
Silence!
If we are to continue funding the Arabs and defeat the English army
so that you and I can take control from the king,
the money we owe them must saiI in four days.
Do that and we will have bought absolute power.
And if I need more time to raise the money?
You had your time, Sheriff.
Satisfy me that you can do what must be done!
You want to see fear?
I'Il send my men to raid the mines tonight.
Now,
when that's done,
I'Il take the commoners for everything they've got,
from their pisspots to their pocket coins.
And when that is done,
I will burn their shit slums to the ground.
Just to remind them they're not the people,
they're my subjects.
Will that satisfy you, Priest?
Go with God, Sheriff.
Talk to me.
We've got to get to the mines.
Now.
Let's start with where did you even get this?
That doesn't matter.
Oh, it matters, Marian.
This is in Arabic with the sheriff's signature underneath.
Which could mean anything.
Or nothing.
What is plain is that however you came by these,
it wasn't honestly.
Don't do that.
What? I'm talking to you.
Like a child!
Don't handle me.
Okay, I'm gonna take these to the sheriff
to give him a chance to explain for himself.
I'Il take them.
To someone I know I can trust.
When did I lose your trust?
Your way.
All your politics. It's not changing anything.
Please see that.
Have you even spared a second to think about what you could cost me?
This could ruin my political future.
Will! I'm talking about action.
I have worked too hard for too long,
Devil knows, for years.
Swallowing the lords' insults,
them laughing behind my back,
so that I can pull myself up from the gutter and get the life I deserve.
And no one is gonna bollocks me on this.
Not even you.
You're scared.
What?
You think that if the commoners do rise up,
if they fight,
you'll lose them.
They'll follow the Hood.
All right, men!
You know what to do.
Move!
As of right now,
these mines are declared part of Nottingham.
On whose authority?
Everybody will pay what they owe for the war effort.
Refusal will be counted as treason.
- No! Please! - No, no! Please!
I've done nothing wrong!
Mercy!
Penny!
Stay back!
Call yourself a man?
Oh, I'm gonna have fun with you later.
We're too late.
- There are too many of them. - What? For you and me?
There's not enough.
They've got Marian!
No!
Let me out!
You take the front, I've got the back.
Wait. How you gonna...
Oh, that is clever.
Hyah. Hyah.
Hyah.
There's the one I want.
- It's Gisbourne! - Turn! Turn!
Ah! Hold on!
Move!
Hyah!
I want him alive!
Hyah.
Hold on!
Let me out!
Hyah.
Get me out!
- Get me out of here! - Keep it steady!
John, keep it steady!
- Rob! - How did you know it was me?
You call that a disguise?
Well, it fooled everybody else.
- I'm not everyone else! - Watch out!
- Why didn't you tell me? - Are we really going to do this now?
Get down!
We've got trouble!
After them!
Hold it!
Hyah.
Follow me!
There he is!
Go slow!
Hyah.
Shoot his horse!
Jump!
- Are you okay? Marian? - Yeah.
You and Marian. Finish it.
No, John! Wait!
- Go! Get out of here! - John, wait!
- We have to go! Now! - No, John, wait, John!
- John, no! - We have to go now!
You okay?
I'm done.
We're finished.
No.
It's not lost unless you walk away now.
It's all John. He's the one who dragged me into this.
He chose you for a reason.
- What reason? - Find him.
I want him alive!
All I wanted was to get you back.
Maybe that's how it started, but it's bigger than that now.
I'm not who you think I am.
The Hood's just a disguise.
I know you.
Loxley is the disguise.
In the mines, there's a thing called a firedamp,
when a single spark sets the air on fire.
That's what you are for the people.
Me?
If not you...
who?
If not now, when?
The sheriff, he and the cardinal,
they're in league with the Arabians somehow.
Yeah. I might have proof.
- If the people knew... - If the people knew, they'd fight.
With the right leader.
If you want me to give up the thief,
at least give me the respect and try and beat it out of me.
No.
You'd just die on me out of spite.
Humans are the only species that fear death.
Not just the threat of it, but its finality.
That's what separates us from the insects and the dogs.
The Arab, however, doesn't fear death at all
because your false prophet promised you the garden.
A man without faith.
Lonely.
Liberating.
Without judgment, no sin.
Faith.
We stare death in the face with courage and honor.
Really?
Because I was told that...
your boy begged...
for his life right up untiI the moment
that we took his head from his neck.
Decapitation's a funny thing
because the eyes keep seeing.
The mind goes on trying to deny death.
Even if it's just for a few more moments.
But I wonder what your son might have been thinking in those final seconds.
I imagine it to be something like, "Father.
Why have you brought me to this place? Father, I'm scared.
Father, why don't you save me?"
If you don't give me the thief's name,
I will gorge you with pig's blood and I will burn you
and you will never see paradise.
But if you do give me his name,
I'Il martyr you quickly, cleanly.
You will join your boy.
Sheriff!
Oh, I'm glad your faith is so strong.
It's gonna make breaking it so much sweeter.
I'm a killer.
I was born into this war.
But I've never met a man who had his killing
coming as much as you do.
You're gonna wanna believe in a god.
You're gonna want to see His face
and think that something can save you.
But you'll see my face.
And that's the last thing you'll see.
Will.
- Mr. Tillman. Everyone's ready. - Thanks, Penny.
- What's happening? - We're leaving the mines.
What happened last night will happen again and again.
They will keep on coming. I know these people.
Let 'em come back and kill us all. I am not running!
Listen, I hear you, but we cannot plan when we panic.
She's right, Will. We should stay and fight.
With what?
Picks and shovels?
The city is in lockdown. It is martial law.
Look, we can die as prisoners or we can fall back and live.
You've got another choice.
We can make our own choices.
All your thievery has done is drive the sheriff to declare war on us.
You have no voice here.
Then I'll show you my face.
Are we supposed to be impressed?
The good Lord of Loxley has come down from on high
to tell us, the peasants, what to do?
Well, let me tell you something. This is not your manor.
Let him talk.
Four years ago,
I marched off to fight for a liar's cause.
Left my heart,
came home an heir to nothing.
The question is what would you do to get back what's yours?
I'm guessing you'd be up for a little redistribution of wealth?
Well, the sheriff has already rinsed us for everything we have.
The sheriff and the cardinal are plotting against England with the enemy.
Now, I don't know what their scheme is, but I'm willing to bet that
it's your money bankrolling it.
Money which is due to set saiI to Arabia in three days.
But not if we stop them.
Some say I rob from the rich and give to the poor.
But if the rich are stealing from you, who's really the thief?
I was Robin of Loxley,
a Crusader under the flag of the King of England.
Then I was the Hood.
Now, I really don't care what you call me, thief or lord.
All I know is I'm nothing without your help.
This is our crusade!
And each and every one of us has to stand up or we all go under.
I say we go with him!
Look, people, listen. People!
We need to be thinking practically.
Where are we going to eat? How can we find shelter?
I couldn't say this to you before,
but I know what you've done for these people.
I know why they look up to you.
What happens next doesn't happen at all without you, Will.
Tuck! Back at the party,
I couldn't think of another way to get you out of there. I'm sorry.
Don't be.
Tuck! I got you defrocked.
Yes, you did.
You set me free.
Now, come, come. We have the deviI's work to undo.
10,000 gold nobles paid to an Arabic general
authorized by the Sheriff of Nottingham...
twenty thousand, 40... These payments go back years and years.
And if they get that money, we're all finished.
Not if we stop them.
Here it was me thinking you were just the humble friar, Tuck.
Yeah, well...
After the money leaves the treasury,
it's going to stop at the cathedral to be blessed
before it's handed over to the cardinal's men.
Well, then, that's where we hit it.
The sheriff will have all his Crossmen on that convoy.
A legion of them, no doubt.
Elite killers armed to the teeth, and the city streets on lockdown,
so you can forget about the element of surprise.
We'll be lambs to the slaughter. This is...
Suicide, yeah, we get it.
What do you say to that, then, soldier?
Set up a meeting at Loxley Manor.
Everyone who's with us.
Rob.
Everyone's here.
Here's the plan.
Three more on that side!
Careful with it.
One more hood. Hood.
- Two hoods coming up. - Here!
Who else needs a hood?
As long as he is uncaught, my money's not safe!
Now did you leave your balls
for this kind of work in the desert, did you?
I want his blood flooding the streets of Nottingham...
I want the rats swimming in it.
I want the dogs licking it from the streets.
My life rides on that wagon.
Ready for this, Will?
A thousand pounds for the man who brings me Hood!
One of these bastards knows who he is!
This is it!
Throw it, Will!
Throw it!
Where is he?
Where is the Hood?
Get me through that goddamned fire!
Was that supposed to happen?
Yeah, of course.
You, form up!
They're taking my money!
- Kill them! - Marian!
Look away.
Never.
Get down there! Get down there now!
Gisbourne. Down there!
Lord Loxley.
We don't have to do this.
- Kill me. Kill me, Loxley. - I'm not gonna kill you.
You saved my life back in the desert. I'm not gonna take yours now.
I am God's true soldier, Loxley.
I deserve a...
He had it coming.
- Give me a hand there. - Get it to the forest.
- Be safe. - Aye.
Go, guys! Move, move, move! Come on! Let's go!
Where's Will? He should be here by now.
He knows the plan. We need to go.
I'm going back for him. You go with them.
You're the most wanted man in Nottingham.
Going back is suicide.
Either we all make it or none of us do.
- Tuck! Tuck! - Tuck, have you seen Will?
He was meant to be on the boat with you.
Will!
It's okay.
I know!
I saw!
He can have you.
Get out of my sight!
Go!
I'Il get him back to the manor.
- Get everyone out of here. - What about you?
Just go!
Rob!
Stop! Stop fighting!
The man you're hunting for is me!
No more running.
No more hiding.
And if sacrificing myself stops this madness, here I am!
Get off me!
My city is under siege.
Is there literally nothing else you could be doing?
Loxley.
You've put me to a lot of trouble, boy.
Oh, your troubles have only just begun, Sheriff!
Everyone will know of your treason and the cardinal's.
What do you think the crown will do when it finds out you're a traitor?
Do you think they'll just take off your head?
Or will they give you the broomstick first?
Now I'm going to boil you in your own piss,
and then I'm going to send Marian off to be bred by savages in Arabia
again, and again, and again.
Look at me! Look in my eyes!
Please, God.
God isn't here, it's just me!
You bastard, I'm the Sheriff of Nottingham!
Not anymore.
You are a hard man to kill, John.
And I thank God for it.
Daylight. Daylight ahead.
Okay, everybody...
I know you're tired, but let's keep moving...
I wanna get us under cover by nightfall.
- I'll see you in Sherwood. - I'll see you there.
And this does make us outlaws, so if anybody wants out,
well, it's probably too late.
Here, let me help you with that.
Get going.
I'm actually quite giddy to find myself an outlaw.
It's the most exciting thing that's happened to me since,
well, come to think of it, ever.
You know, when I was back in the desert,
all I thought about was coming back here and being with you.
Sitting in our manor,
eating and drinking and not doing very much.
And now we're fugitives,
and me the leader of a revolution.
Didn't see it coming.
I did.
It's a nice forest.
We haven't officially met. I'm Tuck, by the way.
Yahya ibn Umar.
Would you mind if I just translate it?
Call you John?
Feels like a perfect ending, doesn't it?
But it's not.
Fate plays its part.
And it's the way of things that as one story ends...
another begins.
I am very glad to have found you.
You have sacrificed so much,
but your people need you...
to lead them out of this dark time and into the light.
I am offering you an appointment
to the highest office in Nottingham.
If you accept,
you will have the church's eternal gratitude.
And mine.
My city, my people,
in the day since the thief and his partners and raiders
have been hunted into hiding,
we have laid to rest our good sheriff.
Yet Nottingham still smolders from the fires of their revolt.
My baptism was one of fire, but I am grateful for its cause.
For it has turned me toward my true calling.
Serving the cause of peace as the Sheriff of Nottingham.
And this has only one ending.
With me standing over the corpse of the Hood.
Welcome to the big table, Sheriff.