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