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THE ADVENTURES OF ROBIN HOOD
EPISODE TWO: ROBIN FLEES INTO SHERWOOD
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TITLE IN WHITE:
LAST WEEK ON
THE ADVENTURES OF ROBIN HOOD
FADE IN:
INT. GISBOURNE CASTLE, GRAND ROOM
The assembly of NUMEROUS NORMAN NOBLES has not returned to
its dinner. The intrusion by SIR ROBIN OF LOCKSLEY (Chris
Harmer), a brash Saxon, has raised the ire of most of the
knights present. Included at the head of the room, sitting
behind a table raised above the others, are the domineering
PRINCE JOHN (Ricky Gervais), the sneering SIR GUY OF
GISBOURNE (Ioan Gruffudd) and the provocative MAID MARIAN
(Asia Argento).
Robin has taken a seat at a table facing the head table. He
chews on a charred piece of meat as the brother of England's
King Richard stands and makes his announcement.
PRINCE JOHN
As all of you know, my brother is a
prisoner of Leopold of Austria.
I'm having trouble collecting the
ransom. So, starting immediately,
I need to double the tax rate. And
the money is to be turned over to
me.
Prince John returns to his seat.
ROBIN
Why you, Your Highness? King
Richard appointed a Regent before
he left for the Crusades.
PRINCE JOHN
Yes, I am aware of that. But I've
decided that I'm now Regent of
England. I shall rule until my
dear brother's return.
There is a murmur among the dining guests. Robin raises an
eyebrow at the announcement. Even Sir Guy and Marian are
surprised.
We pull back to cover the entire grand room. The murmuring
continues. At a distance behind Robin, we see SEVERAL GUARDS
sneaking toward him.
FADE TO BLACK.
FADE IN:
INT. GISBOURNE CASTLE, GRAND ROOM
The murmurs continue. Robin now chews on a well-done leg of
mutton. He seems oblivious to the danger approaching him
from behind.
PRINCE JOHN
What are all of you gobbling at?
Is it so strange that I decide to
rule while my brother is a
prisoner? Who's to say that I
shouldn't?
The prince looks at one of the nearby tables.
PRINCE JOHN
Do you disagree with me, Sir
Mortimer?
The question surprises SIR MORTIMER, a raven-haired knight
with a goatee, but he knows there is only one way to answer
and remain in the favor of the prince.
SIR MORTIMER
Not I, Your Highness.
Prince John looks over at another table.
PRINCE JOHN
You, Sir Percy?
The tall SIR PERCY shakes his head.
SIR PERCY
Nor I, Your Highness.
The prince then looks at a noble seated at the same table as
Robin.
PRINCE JOHN
What say you, Sir Render?
The moustached SIR RENDER stands.
SIR RENDER (IN AN OVERDONE FRENCH
ACCENT)
I shall do whatever you command,
Your Highness.
Prince John gives a wicked smile, almost as if he were a cat
about to eat a caged canary.
PRINCE JOHN
And what about our young Saxon
cockerel here?
Robin looks up at the prince, then spits out a mouthful of
mutton. It lands in the wine chalice of Sir Render. Render
opens his mouth wide, astounded at the act. He grabs the
container and looks down in it. He is about to say
something, but decides against it. He places the chalice
back on the table.
PRINCE JOHN
What's the matter, Sir Robin? Have
you no stomach for honest meat?
ROBIN
For honest meat, sure. But I have
no stomach for traitors.
The prince raises an eyebrow.
PRINCE JOHN
You call me a traitor?
ROBIN
You betcha. And every man here who
offers you allegiance. Plus the
tailor who told you black is
slimming. It isn't working, Your
Highness.
Prince John looks at the dark top beneath his robe. He rubs
the cloth down his stomach.
Most of the knights who were seated rise in response to
Robin's comment. The noblemen at Robin's table all leave.
Robin looks back and forth. He sniffs at his armpits,
shrugs, then returns his attention to the prince.
ROBIN
What else would you call a man who
takes advantage of the king's
misfortune to seize his power?
The volume of Robin's voice increases.
ROBIN
And now, with this faithless band
of cutthroats, you'll try to grind
a ransom for him out of every
helpless Saxon.
The guards behind Robin draw closer.
ROBIN
The ransom will be used, not to
release Richard, but to buy your
way to the throne.
(pause)
And I wouldn't be surprised if Sir
Guy raised the prices at the
Gisbourne Castle gift shop. A T
shirt with "My parents went to
Nottingham and all I got was this
stupid shirt" for 2 gold marks is
already overpriced.
Sir Guy slams his fist down on his table and stands.
SIR GUY
Let me ram those words down his
throat, Your Highness!
The prince waves the angry noble down. Sir Guy sits,
grinding his teeth.
PRINCE JOHN
What, Sir Robin, do you propose to
do?
Robin gestures with the leg of mutton.
ROBIN
I'll organize revolt. Exact a
death for a death. I'll never rest
until all Saxons can stand as free
men and strike a blow for King
Richard.
PRINCE JOHN
Is that it?
ROBIN
Hardly. I also plan on organizing
a boycott of all Norman gift
outlets throughout the shire.
You'll be up to your eyeballs in
stag antler ball caps and lancing
knight snow globes.
Prince John stands and looks at the guards behind Robin.
PRINCE JOHN
That's enough! Take him! Take him
now!
The guards jump forward and grab at Robin. The brave Saxon
swings at the many hands with his mutton. With a cat-like
spring Robin leaps upon the table. The guards push the
chairs aside so they can reach him.
PRINCE JOHN
I said take him!
The guards step forward. Robin crouches, then springs above
their heads, turning a somersault at the peak of his jump.
He lands and draws his sword in a perfectly fluid motion.
PRINCE JOHN
Why doesn't anyone get him, Sir
Guy? Do you hire nothing but
imbeciles?
SIR GUY
I'll take matters into my own
hands, Your Highness!
Sir Guy jumps up, draws his sword and runs around the table.
At the room's center, Robin lashes out with his sword in one
hand and parries attacks from the guards with his mutton leg
in the other.
Back at the head table, Marian licks her lips at the melee
before her. She seems aroused by the trouble at hand.
Sir Guy has rounded the table and is charging at Robin, who
is surrounded by several guards. Robin is defending himself
well against the sluggish sentinels. He slowly backs up.
Sir Guy's eyes are round with fury as he holds his sword
forward. All but the skewering of Robin has escaped his
mind.
Robin has made it to the tall stone wall at the far side of
the grand room.
His leg of mutton is nearly bone now as he continues to fend
off the assault of Sir Guy's guards. Robin is tiring the
other men tremendously.
Sir Guy is nearly upon the fray, sword aiming forward. His
eyes grow red with rage.
Robin spots the oncoming Norman noble. He looks to his side,
where a rope is tethered to the wall. Robin throws his
mutton bone at the guards, knocking two of them back. He
grabs the rope with his free hand and slashes beneath with
his sword. Robin is propelled upward as the iron chandelier
attached to the rope falls down.
At the same time, Guy has reached the group. He looks up in
awe as Robin rises. He does not stop moving forward, though.
His sword runs through one guard, then another. As the
guards cry out in pain, everyone looks as Robin reaches a
high balcony overlooking the room. He releases the rope.
The chandelier crashes to the stone floor. Robin lands on
the balcony, turns and smiles at the gathering below.
ROBIN
I'm afraid that I must be going.
Thank you so much for your
hospitality!
Robin makes a quick bow. He looks over at Marian. From his
view, we can see down the lady's dress. Robin's smile
broadens as he spies Marian's ample cleavage.
ROBIN
Hubba hubba!
With a wink at the glaring woman, Robin heads down the
hallway.
EXT. GISBOURNE CASTLE, ENTRANCE - EVENING
The tall stone structure is decorated with numerous flags.
Wide stone steps lead up to the castle's entry. WILL
SCARLETT (Simon Pegg), dressed in bright red from cloth hat
down to his leather boots, is mounted on a pale horse. He
holds the reigns for Robin's mount. Will seems impatient.
WILL (UNDER HIS BREATH)
Oh, I'll just be a moment.
(pause)
Wait here, I'll be right back.
(pause)
Yeah, right.
Will sighs.
We pan up. Robin has made his way to the top of the forward
battlement. He looks down at Will and the horses, many many
feet below. He steps to the edge and springs into a dive.
He falls, twisting and flipping with the grace and precision
of Greg Louganis. Upon the last flip, Robin falls into the
saddle of his horse. Will is startled as the other man's
horse neighs.
ROBIN
Let's go, cousin. I don't think
that we are wanted here any longer!
Robin stirs his horse into motion. Will sits in awe for a
moment, not sure of what just happened. He finally snaps to,
prodding his horse to a gallop after Robin.
EXT. EDWINSTOWE VILLAGE - NIGHT
This impoverished Saxon village is nestled among numerous
trees. Most of the buildings are of sod and straw. Two
stone structures exist in the small town -- the local inn at
the village's entrance and the steepled church on top of the
center hill.
Robin and Will take their horses in slowly. Both seem tired
from their travel. They head toward the inn.
WILL
Forget a mug of ale. I need a bed.
ROBIN
Aye. Fighting Guy's men took the
wind out of me.
(pause)
By the way, do you have a couple
coins that I can borrow? I'm
running short the cost of a bed.
WILL
I already loaned you money for that
chicken you bought earlier. And
you still owe me for that
fletcher's bill when your forgot
your coin purse.
ROBIN
I didn't pay you back for that?
WILL
No. Besides, aren't you the son of
a wealthy nobleman?
Why must you borrow money from me
when you have a rich father?
Robin cranes his neck back and forth.
ROBIN
Well, my father isn't here. And,
to be honest, cousin, my dear
father and I aren't exactly on
speaking terms.
Will takes a deep breath.
WILL
What did you do this time?
ROBIN
Me? Why must it be my fault?
WILL
Because it probably is. I'm just
playing the odds.
ROBIN
That doesn't make sense.
WILL
It doesn't?
(pause)
What about the time you emptied
your father's kitchen to feed the
villagers down at Crown's Point?
ROBIN
They were hungry. They deserved a
meal.
WILL
Sure. But your father was hosting
a party for the visiting elders
from Yorkshire. You can see how he
would be pissed at your actions.
Robin puffs.
WILL
And remember when you took your
father's carriage for the Harvest
Ball?
ROBIN
Oh, I most certainly do. I took
young Lady Shelby Mansfield.
I'm not one to kiss and tell, but
let's just say that I was most
grateful that dear father's
carriage had plenty of leg room.
Robin gives a sly grin.
WILL
But you took the carriage without
asking.
ROBIN
I needed it. Shelby lived in
Lincolnshire. I certainly wasn't
going to have her walk all that
way.
WILL
Yes, but your father was going to
the ball, too, with your mother.
ROBIN
My stepmother. And they weren't
married yet, just dating.
WILL
Your stepmother. Whatever.
(pause)
But you left him unprepared. All
of the local rentals were spoken
for. Your father had to take her
to the festivities on a cart. A
smelly, cold, uncomfortable cart.
ROBIN
He didn't have to go.
WILL
Of course he had to go! He was one
of the nobles hosting the event!
Robin seems oblivious to what Will is explaining.
WILL
Face it, dear Robin, you can be a
tad irresponsible. Sure, you have
a heart. A large heart. But you
don't always think your actions
through. You forget that they have
consequences.
ROBIN
If I wanted a lecture, I'd be at
home now with my father.
WILL
And perhaps you should be! But no,
you spent your life incurring your
father's ire. And you managed to
infuriate every authority figure
that you've come across.
ROBIN
Ease thy tongue, cousin. I just
call them as I see them.
WILL
Sure. And look where it's got you.
You're on the run from bloody
Prince John. And you know Sir
Guy's rounding up five score of his
men to hunt you down.
ROBIN
Sir Guy is in desperate need of
therapy.
WILL
And, what's worse, you've dragged
me into this. Just being seen with
you has branded me an outlaw.
Robin stretches over and pats Will on the shoulder.
ROBIN
Who better to be on the run with?
Besides, I don't consider us to be
outlaws. That implies that we are
outside of the law.
WILL
But...
ROBIN
No! When the law is unjust, when
decent people are forced to suffer,
when honest men must do dishonest
things in order to survive, I say
that there is no true law!
Will looks at the other man, but has given up for the night.
The two stop at a water trough at the front of the inn.
Robin glances over at Will.
ROBIN
So, what be it on that loan,
cousin?
INT. EDWINSTOWE INN, BEDROOM - A BIT LATER
A small fireplace provides light in this modest rented room.
We open on Robin's face and upper body. He lies on his right
side, nestled under a thick set of quilted blankets. A smile
indicates that he is comfortable.
ROBIN
Ah! A cozy bed is one of God's
simple, but choice gifts. Nothing
can best my own furnishings at
home, but this bed is a true
comfort after a long day. What say
you, cousin?
We pan over Robin's body. We see that Will is in the same
bed, facing the other way. He is terribly close to the edge
and does not seem to have the quilt coverage as the other
man.
WILL
I say first thing in the morn we
send word to your father for some
coins for expenses.
ROBIN
My father? I think not.
WILL
True, you have fallen from his
favor. But surely he would not let
you starve. You're his son.
ROBIN
I'm afraid he would.
WILL
What makes you think that?
ROBIN
When I last saw him and asked for
some coin, he told me "I'd rather
see you starve, you ungrateful
son."
WILL
Oh my.
ROBIN
Do not worry, dear cousin. We
shall find a way.
In the mean time, your purse will
have to suffice.
WILL
My purse?
ROBIN
Until we figure out how we shall
fund our endeavors against Prince
John, we will have to survive on
your coins.
Will reaches down to the floor where his boots rest. He
sticks his hand into one of them and pulls out a small red
leather coin purse. It is thin, but a few coins remain.
Will looks in Robin's direction out of the corner of his eye,
then sticks the purse back into the boot.
ROBIN
Good night, cousin.
WILL
Good night.
INT. EDWINSTOWE INN, DOWNSTAIRS - THE NEXT MORNING
Will scratches his head and yawns as he makes his way down
the staircase. He looks over to the small dining section,
where a half dozen tables are set up in front of a short bar.
Seated at one of the tables is Robin. Upon the table are
several empty serving platters. Robin is finishing the meat
off of a chicken leg when he spots his cousin.
ROBIN
Ah, good morning to you!
Will makes it to the bottom of the stairs and approaches
Robin.
ROBIN
We have a long day before us. I
thought that it would be prudent to
gain sustenance before we headed
away.
WILL
Yes, good idea. However, unless I
find my coin purse, I will not be
able to...
Will notices something. We close in on the corner of Robin's
table. Will's purse has been set there. Will grabs it and
feels for coins inside.
ROBIN
There is no need to search for your
coin purse. I borrowed it to pay
for breakfast.
WILL
It's empty.
ROBIN
Yes, I am afraid so. It's amazing
how little you may purchase these
days for a few coins.
Will looks at the tabletop. No food remains on the platters.
WILL
Did you leave anything for me?
Robin looks at the plates as he sets his chicken bone down.
ROBIN
Oh my, I suppose you slept too
late, cousin. Perhaps tomorrow you
will rise in time for breakfast.
WILL
But you spent the last of my money.
Robin brushes his hands together to remove crumbs. He rises.
ROBIN
Have no fear. I have a plan.
EXT. EDWINSTOWE INN
The sun is peeking over the treetops to the east. VILLAGERS
of various sorts walk to and fro on their daily business.
All of them are avoiding the front of the inn, however. Next
to the tethered horses belonging to Robin and Will are three
men -- THE SHERIFF OF NOTTINGHAM (Rowan Atkinson), dressed in
light armor and a black cape, and TWO WELL-EQUIPPED DEPUTIES.
The deputies remain mounted while the Sheriff stands near the
horses belonging to our heroes. He is writing on a small pad
of parchment with a feathered pen.
SHERIFF
Illegal overnight parking, check.
(pause)
Failure to register horse at
Sheriff's station, check.
(pause)
Improper use of...
ROBIN (O.C.)
What? Improper use of horseshoes?
We pan over. Robin and Will have left the inn.
ROBIN
Or perhaps you can devise some
other equally foolish charge?
The Sheriff looks up at Robin and scoffs.
SHERIFF
Ah, a Saxon. As I figured.
ROBIN
My my my. Aren't you a genius? A
Saxon staying overnight in a Saxon
inn at a Saxon village. You're a
credit to your profession, my dear
sir.
The Sheriff is flabbergasted.
SHERIFF
How... how dare you! Do you have
any idea who I am?
ROBIN
Certainly. You're the buffoon who
wishes to tax me for some offenses
so minor that they aren't worth the
parchment you scribe them on.
SHERIFF
Buffoon? Buffoon?! I'll have you
know, you Saxon dog, that I am the
Sheriff of this shire. I am the
keeper of the law. If I say that
these offenses have worth, they
have worth!
Robin shrugs.
ROBIN
I won't pay the charges.
SHERIFF
I say you shall!
ROBIN
Nope. Not going to happen.
SHERIFF
You shall or I will have my
deputies take you to Sir Guy's
dungeon. It is full of Saxon
scofflaws like you. You'll beg to
pay these charges!
The Sheriff's deputies place their hands on their sword
hilts, awaiting the command of their superior. Robin gives a
sly smile. Will is noticeably nervous.
To Robin's right, conveniently leaning against the exterior
of the inn, is a tall broom. Robin looks out of the corner
of his eye, then up to gauge the sturdy deputies.
Within the blink of an eye, Robin grabs the broom and steps
toward the mounted deputies. He springs up. The Saxon noble
executes a somersault at the peek of his jump, quickly
followed by bringing the broom in parallel to the ground.
The deputies are fully taken by surprise. Robin forces the
broom across the throats of the two men, knocking them back
off of their steeds. Robin lands firmly on his feet and
turns around. The two deputies, after doing their best to
gain balance, can only manage to fall back to the ground.
Robin grimaces.
ROBIN
Ouch! That must have hurt!
Robin brings the broom down across his knee, breaking it in
half. He hops forward and begins to pummel the downed men
with the miniature staves. The deputies are defenseless
against the assault of the skilled Robin.
The Sheriff is dumbfounded. He struggles for words.
SHERIFF
I... I say there... Stop right this
second or I... I...
Robin, now through with the deputies, steps toward the
Sheriff. Our hero places the end of a broomstick under the
Sheriff's chin.
ROBIN
Or you'll what? Write me another
ticket? Have me taken to the
dungeon of that louse Gisbourne?
SHERIFF
This isn't right. I am only
enforcing...
ROBIN
You aren't enforcing squat. You
merely devise these offenses on a
whim in order to promote calamity
on a good, decent people.
(pause)
But I am putting an end to all of
that.
SHERIFF
Who... who are you?
Robin removes the stick from the Sheriff's chin, steps back
and places both hands on his hips. He strikes a heroic pose.
ROBIN
I am Robin of Locksley. And this,
you foul cur...
Robin waves his hand toward Will. Will is anxious about what
his cousin is about to do.
WILL (UNDER HIS BREATH)
Don't say my name. Don't say my
name.
ROBIN
...is Will Scarlett!
WILL (UNDER HIS BREATH)
Swell.
ROBIN
He is a far better man than thou,
you fiend. He proudly rides with
me, fighting the evil wrought by
you, Prince John and his lap dog
Sir Guy.
Will takes a step toward Robin.
WILL
Pardon me, Robin, but I think that
you've said enough.
Robin thinks for a moment, then nods.
ROBIN
You are correct. We shall trouble
ourselves no more with this
featherbrain. We have places to
go. Crimes against the Saxon
people to avenge.
Robin throws the broomstick halves at the Sheriff's feet.
The lawman jumps a little in reaction.
ROBIN
Come, cousin. We ride!
Robin releases the reins from the post in front of the inn.
He jumps with a cat-like bounce up onto his horse, then looks
down at the Sheriff.
ROBIN
Farewell, Sheriff. I'm afraid that
if we meet again, I will not be
able to control the fury that is
about to puncture the shell of my
heart.
Robin looks over to Will, who is still on the ground.
ROBIN
Let us make haste, cousin!
Robin turns his horse and stirs it into a gallop away from
the inn. Will, now alone with the three lawmen, tears at his
collar. The Sheriff gives him a unfavorable look. Will
quickly unties his mount and gets on. He heads in the same
direction that Robin had taken.
INT. GISBOURNE CASTLE - DAY
Prince John sits at a large wooden table in front of a
roaring fire. Sir Guy stirs at the logs within the large
fireplace, poking at the wood as if it were a Saxon prisoner.
Prince John is signing a set of parchments. He sets his
quill down.
PRINCE JOHN
There, it is done. All properties
belonging to Locksley are
confiscated in the name of the
Crown.
Guy places his poker against the stone wall and walks over to
the prince.
SIR GUY
Excellent, Your Highness. I shall
send men there immediately to haul
all valuables back here for...
PRINCE JOHN
For appraisal, Sir Guy?
Guy grins.
SIR GUY
Yes, an appraisal.
PRINCE JOHN
Tell me, how many men have you sent
to track this rogue Robin of
Locksley down?
SIR GUY
Forty men left at first light, Your
Highness. Locksley will be in the
dungeon before we know it.
PRINCE JOHN
Ah, I am so pleased! Shall we
share a toast to that?
Prince John pours a deep red port into a goblet in front of
Guy. As the latter man picks up his container, John sets the
pitcher down too close to his own goblet. It tips over,
spilling the thick wine onto the table. We close in on the
spill. The port makes it to the edge of the table and drips
down onto the stone floor. The liquid resembles blood as the
dripping continues.
EXT. SHERWOOD FOREST - DAY
Robin and Will have found a seldom used path in the bowel of
Sherwood. Dense groupings of trees block out much of the
sunlight. Brush and grass grow thick.
WILL
Why are we in this Godforsaken
forest? And what are we going to
do?
ROBIN
We must organize those loyal to
Richard. Prince John is eager for
the throne. He must be stopped.
WILL
You said that you have a plan.
What, pray tell, is it?
ROBIN
I'm pleased that you ask, cousin.
(pause)
The first step is getting the word
out to the villagers.
All men able to carry a sword, a
staff or a bow should be gathered.
WILL
Are you sure that there are enough
capable men willing to join you in
your crusade against the prince?
ROBIN
Oh, quite sure, dear cousin! Just
yesterday I met a man whom I should
say would be more than willing to
lend his bow to the cause.
EXT. MUCH'S HOUSE - DAY
This meager sod and straw home is ablaze. A tall mill, just
behind the house and next to a narrow river, has also been
set on fire. SEVERAL ARMED SOLDIERS stand nearby, admiring
their work. The GAME WARDEN (special guest Mike Myers) from
the previous day sits on his horse. He looks down on MUCH
(Nick Frost), who is sprawled across a patch of muddy grass.
Much has been beaten within an inch of his life.
WARDEN
This shall teach you, Saxon dog,
for defying the law. If I say that
there is to be no poaching of the
King's deer, you shall obey.
Much tries to look at the speaker, but cannot quite crane his
neck up that high.
WARDEN
I shall spare your life, you
vulgarian, if you answer me this
one question...
(pause)
Where is Robin of Locksley?
Much barely lifts his head and mutters a few syllables.
WARDEN
Pardon me?
Much mumbles a few words. The Warden sighs and gets off of
his horse. He stands next to Much's head.
WARDEN
Again, you Saxon reprobate, I ask
you...
(pause)
Where is Robin of Locksley?
Much again mutters. The Warden looks annoyed. He kneels
down and grabs Much by the hair. He lifts the man's head.
WARDEN
Really, I cannot understand what
you are saying. You'll have to
speak up.
Much's lips move for several seconds, but no words come out.
The Warden leans forward a little to try to hear.
MUCH (STRAINED)
I said...
(pause)
You're kneeling in horse shit.
The Warden looks down at his knee. He drops Much's head and
jumps up and back. He swats at his leggings with his gloves.
When he is done, he looks with ire down at Much. The Warden
then mounts his horse. He looks over at the soldiers.
WARDEN
Break out the marshmallows, men! A
reward has been placed on the head
of Locksley. I think that we shall
see many more fires before this day
is through!
The Warden brings his head back and lets out a maniacal
laugh. The mad laughter continues as we pan down to Much.
We close in on the poor man's blood-marked face. His eyes
have begun to swell shut, but they still painfully look
ahead.
INT. SHERWOOD FOREST
Robin and Will continue their journey deeper into the forest.
ROBIN
Yes, I am sure that we can depend
on that man and many more.
WILL
They believe in the cause?
ROBIN
They believe in me! I shall lead
them to freedom in the name of King
Richard. They will do unbelievable
things because they admire me so.
Robin rides with his chest out, confident in his manliness
and role in the coming campaign to rid England of the tyrant
Normans. Will looks at him with scrutiny.
EXT. VARIOUS SAXON VILLAGES - AS THE DAY PROGRESSES
We cut along several scenes of SOLDIERS razing the homes of
defenseless SAXON VILLAGERS. The men are being beaten. The
women, even the pre-teen girls, are being assaulted. Cries
of horror and sadness travel with the wind along with the
cinders of the villagers' lives.
Off to the side at the last village site, a soldier holds a
humbly clothed man's arms back while another soldier punches
him.
VILLAGER
I don't know where Robin is! I
swear!
Another punch lands on the man's gut. He doubles over. The
villager's wife and children cry for him.
SOLDIER
Where is he? Where is Locksley?
VILLAGER
I... I don't know!
(pause)
Why? Why, Robin, have you brought
this down upon us?
The camera pulls back as the beating continues. As we pull
high and out, we see that the entire Saxon village has been
set on fire.
FADE TO BLACK.
END OF EPISODE.
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