:04:01
- What's your name, you Saxon dog?
- A better one than yours.
:04:05
Look to your manners!
This is Sir Guy of Gisbourne.
:04:07
Sir Guy or the devil!
There's little to choose between them.
:04:10
- What's your name?
- Much, the miller's son.
:04:13
- It's death to kill the king's deer.
- And death from hunger if I don't.
:04:17
Thanks to you and the rest of you
Norman cutthroats at Nottingham Castle.
:04:21
- Be quiet, you.
- I won't be quiet!
:04:23
You can kill me if you like,
but not until I've had my say.
:04:26
You can beat and starve
us Saxons now...
:04:28
...but when King Richard escapes, he'll
take you by the scruff of the neck...
:04:32
...and fling you into the sea!
:04:45
- What the devil?
- Come now, Sir Guy.
:04:48
- You'd not kill a man for telling the truth?
- Lf it amused me, yes.
:04:51
Be thankful
my humor's of a different sort.
:04:53
By what right do you
interfere with justice?
:04:55
By a better right
than you have to misuse it.
:04:57
That goes for your master, Prince John.
:05:00
I'll give him that message at the
baron's meeting in Nottingham tonight.
:05:03
Thank you.
He does need a bit of a talking to.
:05:05
- Eh, Will?
- He has been getting rather out of hand.
:05:08
- Fetch him along.
- Hold there. What's his fault?
:05:10
- He's killed a royal deer.
- You're wrong. I killed that deer.
:05:13
This man's my servant.
:05:16
I suppose you realize the penalty
for killing the king's deer is death.
:05:19
- Whether for serf or noble.
- Really?
:05:23
Are there no exceptions?
:05:38
- Thanks, good master.
- Better look before you shoot next time.
:05:41
From this day, I follow only you. There
isn't a poor Saxon in Nottingham shire...
:05:46
...that doesn't know and bless
Sir Robin of Locksley.
:05:48
Take me as your servant.
:05:50
Why, in all the forest,
there isn't a hunter as good as me.
:05:53
I ask no pay.
Just to follow you.
:05:57
Fetch the deer, then.