The Earl of Bonchurch (pt.3)

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Bonchurch. Exterior.
(The coach arrives. The gang sneak through the trees and watch.Robin pushes back his hood.)
Will: “Why isn’t Much running away?”
Djaq: “Maybe he cannot.”
Robin: “Whatever the Sheriff has planned, it will include us. But Much is safe as long as we are not seen.”
Allan: “Yeah, well, Lambert might’ve already given in.”
Robin: “I know. (Looks at Allan.) I need to get into the castle.”
Allan: “Well, I’ve got a lovely idea.”
(Meanwhile, two young men rush to open the coach’s door. Eve walks out and kneels with her head bowed as Much steps down and looks around. Eve looks up at him and then he notices her.)
Eve: “My lord. (Stands.) Welcome. The wealth and bounties of Bonchurch are yours.” (Much nods, then heads inside.)

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Nottingham Castle. Dungeons.
Gisborne:
“I’m not here for a confrontation, Lambert. I’m here to help you.”
Lambert: (Rushes limping to the cell door.) “Get me out of here, Guy.
They’ll break me.”
Gisborne: “You reconsidered?”
Lambert: “No. I want to help people, not harm them.”
Gisborne: (Quietly:) “But we can help people. Don’t you see? This is the perfect weapon of war for our troops in the Holy Land. It would help to save lives.”
Lambert: “You’re so naïve. I will die in here and all because I have not toed the line. Then so be it.”
Gisborne: “I have a plan to get you to safety, if you give me the ledger.”
(Lambert considers the offer.)

Bonchurch Lodge. Main room.
(Much sits in a chair by the fire.)
Much: “You are surely a spy and this is a trap… of sorts.”
Eve: “I beg to differ, my lord. (Much sees a bowl of grapes on the table, takes one and puts it in his mouth.) I am just Eve, your servant here and I’ll do my best to please you. (Much looks at her in a panicky distrust, chewing and swallowing.) This is a lovely place and it’s warm here, especially at night.”
Much: (Gives her a sidelong look and reluctantly agrees.) “Yes, we’ll see. (Eve smiles and gets some slippers for Much and places them in his hands.) I mean, I must say it is very pleasant as, erm… as traps go.”
(Much turns the slippers around and looks at the ornate “M” that has been embroidered on them as Eve kneels down to remove his boots. She looks at him apprehensively.)
Eve: “Will there be anything else, my lord?”
Much: (Looks at Eve.) “Yes. How does the Council of Nobles work nowadays?”

Nottingham Castle. Kitchens.
(Robin pushes out a horizontal partition, under which he’s been hiding, in a barrel, flipping off a side of pork buried in flour and the cloth to protect him from it. He spits the fine dust from his mouth and looks about.)
Robin: “Meat dip. Nice one, Allan.”
(Robin pushes himself out of the barrel and walks out the door, adjusting the water flask tied to his belt.)     

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Dungeons.
(Robin waits behind a pillar for the jailer to pass, then punches him in the back. The jailer drops his keys, turns around, parries Robin’s next punch and comes back with one himself. Robin ducks the next one, punches the jailer in the stomach, pushes him head first into a column and throws his unconscious form to the floor. He picks up the keys and looks around for Lambert. Lambert is slumped against the wall of his cell, dozing. Robin unlocks and enters, quietly closing the door behind him. He creeps over to Lambert with his water flask in his hand.)
Robin: “Do you remember me? I’m going to get you out of here.”
Lambert: “No, you’re not. They’ve broken both my legs.”
Robin: (Shakes head.) “A detail. (Robin tries to sit Lambert up but he whimpers. Robin covers Lambert’s mouth with his hand.) All right, sh-sh-sh-sh. We need to get you out some way.”
Lambert: “You can’t.”
Robin: “I’m not giving you a choice. You are the only one who knows how to make Greek fire.”
Lambert: (Tries to chuckle.) “And that is the joke. There have been so many variations in ingredients, amount… shakes his head… I can’t remember everything so I record it all in my ledger.”


Robin:
“Where is it?”
Lambert: (Slight chuckle.) “And I should tell you? You’re an outlaw.”
Robin: “But it would be catastrophic in the hands of the Sheriff. Now, how much did you make for him?”
Lambert: “There are three barrels of the mixture and the Sheriff has confiscated them.”
Robin: (Hears a noise and glances back to the door.) “In the castle?”
Lambert: (Grimaces and shakes his head.) “I don’t know.”
Robin: (Glances back again.) “The Sheriff will torture you again.”
Lambert: “Yes.”
Robin: “And you’ll break. Everybody breaks, and then the Sheriff will have the ledger and the Greek fire. Now, I can hide it for you in another place, and you can honestly tell the Sheriff you do not know where it is, and I will gather my men and I will come back and rescue you.”
Lambert: “And what’s to stop you from using the Greek fire for your own ends?”
Robin: (Shakes his head.) “Nothing. Other than I am Robin Hood and I offer you my word.”
(Lambert stares at Robin and sees the sincerity in his eyes.)  

Bonchurch Lodge. Main room.
(Eve opens the front door.)
Eve: “Lady Marian.” (Curtsies.)
(Marian takes a step inside.)
Marian: “I have come to pay my respects to the new Earl of Bonchurch.”
(Eve extends her arm into the room to indicate Much standing by the fireplace in his new dressing gown with a goblet in his hand. Marian steps over to him as Eve closes the door.)
Much: “Lady Marian.”
Marian: “Lord Much. Perhaps you might call on us soon at Knighton with our mutual friend.”
Much: (Steps over to Marian.) “I do not think that that will be possible. (Quietly:) Robin hasn’t come yet.”

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(Marian, alarmed at the mention of Robin’s name, turns to look over her shoulder to see if Eve overheard.)
Marian: “Well, then, I shall call again when it is more convenient. (Holds up a note. Quietly:) This is for him.” (Marian leaves.)
(Much looks at the note, then slips it into the pocket of his dressing gown as Eve steps in and notices the action. Much looks up to see her and she smiles.)
Much: (Brightly:) “I think I will find it, erm, useful… turns to the fireplace and shoves some food into his mouth… being on the Council of Nobles.”
Eve: “I will have your best robes ready for tomorrow. (Much nods, sipping from the goblet. Eve heads upstairs and stops after a couple.) There is something particular which I think will make your first evening at home… complete.
Come upstairs.”
(Much looks aside wide-eyed.)

Nottingham Town. A nondescript one-room building. Night.
(Robin and Little John enter and Little John starts tapping barrels. Djaq and Allan follow, Allan standing guard.)
Robin: “The ledger is in the fourth water butt.”
Little John: (Taps a barrel.) “That’s this one.” (Lifts the lid aside. Robin reaches with both arms into the water.)
Allan: (Whispers:) “Guards!”
(Robin pulls his arms out with a rush of water. They all duck behind barrels and sacks. A guard with a torch looks in through the window in the door, sees nothing, then moves on. The gang hear him leave and stand up. Little John watches the light of the torch move off and nods to Robin, who reaches in again and pulls a rope-tied bundle out of the water.)
Allan: (Whispers:) “I’m not being funny. It’s soaking wet! It’ll be ruined.”
Djaq: “Let me see. (Robin unwraps the ledger and unties its cover. He opens the book and Djaq pulls it towards her to look.) No. It’s still good. This is it. I knew it. We know Greek fire.” (Robin jerks it from her and ties it up again.)
Robin: “We are keeping Lambert’s ledger safe.”
Allan: “Guards are coming back. Come on!”
(They raise their hoods and leave.)

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Bonchurch Lodge. Bathroom.
(Much is snoring in a tub full of water. Eve turns, startled at the noise, smiles at him in satisfaction, then leaves.)
Main room.
(Robin sneaks in from an upper window, then climbs over the railing of the gallery and edges across a beam as Eve, below, searches Much’s pockets for the note. She thinks she hears something and looks up, but Robin has already moved on.)
Bathroom.
(Standing behind the tub, Robin tosses a plum into the petal-strewn water. Much is startled awake. He looks at the floor beside him, then at Robin behind. Robin is leaning against the wall eating the other plum.)
Robin: “You sit back and relax, Much.”
Much: “I am trying to complete my mission, master.”
Robin: (With disbelief:) “Yeah? Because I saw this girl…”
Much: “Eve.”
Robin: “Mm. Eve. Well, you do know Eve will be working for the Sheriff?”
(Walks around to face Much.)
Much: “Well, I’m sure she is.”
Robin: “What happened, Much? Hm?”
Much: “I am made Lord Much, Earl of Bonchurch, actually. This is from Marian. (Much reaches to the floor where he looked before, picks up the note and hands it to Robin, who opens it.) And I was thinking that I could be of help. (Robin quickly skims the note.) There’s a Council of Nobles meeting tomorrow and they have access to prisoners.”
Robin: “No need. We found a way in. But we still need to find the barrels of black powder and the Sheriff has made a big mistake making you a noble. ‘Cause now, we have a noble… on the inside.”
(Much looks at Robin, who tilts his head and smiles genuinely at Much. Much smiles too, as Robin nods.)

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Knighton Hall. Stables.
(Marian waits by her horse in her Nightwatchman’s outfit, sans mask and hood, when Robin sneaks up and taps her on the shoulder. She turns around, startled, raising a fist behind her, ready to punch the intruder. Robin catches it and laughs arrogantly. His tone throughout shows cynicism, sarcasm and jealousy. Marian keeps her temper under control despite his attitude.)
Robin: “All right. I got your note. So! Gisborne’s going to help us.”
Marian: “Yes.”
Robin: “And what on earth did you do to him to make him agree to that?”
Marian: “Nothing! I played on his conscience.”
Robin: “You see, I’d believe you, if I thought he had one. So go on, what did you promise him?”
Marian: “Something someone betrothed to me would expect promised to him, pity you never stayed around long enough to sample it yourself.”
(Robin, speechless for a moment, decides to concede and returns to business)
Robin: “So what is this plan?”
Marian: “Guy will not attend the Council of Nobles in the morning. He will use the Sheriff’s absence to secure Lambert’s release and then take him on to Kirklees where it is safe. If you wait on the Great North Road, you can intercept them and seize Lambert yourself. And for heaven’s sake, find that ledger and burn it.”
Robin: “I already have the ledger, and I am not going to burn it. I’m keeping it safe for Lambert.”
Marian: “At the risk of the Sheriff getting hold of it?”
Robin: “How is it our calling to judge what should or shouldn’t exist as knowledge?”
Marian: “It is our calling to protect others. (Robin scoffs. Marian’s anger finally shows.) If it is glory you seek by keeping the ledger then God help you.”
(Marian pushes by him and leaves. Robin turns around and watches her go, angry and frustrated with her.)  
Nottingham Castle. Sheriff’s quarters.
(The Sheriff is painting his long toenails black with a small brush. Gisborne sits nearby holding his hand to his face, thinking through Marian’s plan.)  
Sheriff: “What’s the matter, hm? Marian getting you down?”
Gisborne: “I’m tired, my lord.”
Sheriff: “You’re, erm, you’re probably wondering where your loyalties lie. (Gisborne raises his head a bit and gives the Sheriff a sidelong glance, wondering how he knows.) Well, let me tell you where they do lie. Your friend, Lambert…he has slighted your loyalty. You do know that he told Robin Hood where the ledgers were? (Gisborne’s eyes widen.) The information he kept from you, he gave to your enemy. (Circling behind Gisborne:) Now, what friend would act so callously when your every effort has been to protect him, hm? (The Sheriff claps him on the shoulder, wraps his arm round him and puts his face next to his.) Take heart. Look at the bigger picture, hm? Your black powder will open so many doors for us, Gisborne. It is power beyond imagination. And take heed, the sorry state of affairs has in no way affected my judgement of you. Trust! When all others around us falter, that is, that they… We make a fine team, my friend, a fine team. (Whispers:) Let’s build on it, shall we? (Gisborne closes his eyes, sighs and turns his head away.) So… I’ll go and pay our friend a visit. Shall I teach him a thing or two about loyalty? (Gisborne nods.) Yes, it’s play… or pay.”
(The Sheriff stands and massages Gisborne’s shoulders.)

Loyalties (pt.2)

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Nottingham Town. Marketplace.
(Much is walking through the market shouting protests, hoping that will get him arrested, but although the townspeople stop to listen and agree, he is completely ignored by the guards.)
Much: “Prince John, in the absence of good King Richard, has turned this country into a state of terror! His followers are thugs! Our taxes are too high! People are starving! (Stops, looks around, confused as to why the guards are doing nothing. Quietly to himself:) What does one have to do to get arrested?(Much strides up to a guard, kicks him hard in the stomach, picks him up by the shoulders, kicks him in the rear and throws him to the ground. The people cheer. Throwing his arms up:) Arrest me! (Another guard grabs him and starts to drag him off. A third punches Much in the stomach, then grabs his other arm and helps drag Much to the castle.) Thank you.”
Nottingham Castle. Dungeons.
(
Much is thrown into a cell next to Lambert’s. Lambert sits on a narrow ledge at the base of the stone wall with his arms wrapped round his knees. Much sidles up to the bars.)
Much: (Whispers:) “Hello. (Lambert ignores him.) Psst. (Lambert looks up glowering.) I am a friend of Robin Hood. And this… holds up a lock pick… is a rescue. (Lambert frowns sceptically and the doors squeak open above as Much tries to pick at his manacles. He looks up as he notices someone stepping into view at the far end of the dungeons. to himself:) Gisborne.”
(Much fumbles and drops the pick. Panicked, he sits back as Gisborne approaches him.)

Gisborne:
“Take this runt…(pointing to Much)… to the Great Hall. (Guards come in and drag Much off. to Lambert:) Lambert, help me to help you. I cannot hold off the Sheriff much longer.”

Nottingham Castle. The Great Hall.
(The guards push a shackled Much into the centre of the room. Gisborne follows him in. The Sheriff enters from above. Much freezes when he hears the Sheriff’s voice.)
Sheriff: (Coming downstairs:) “Lambert should be at the screaming stage right now, but all I hear is nothing.”
Gisborne: “I’m determined to reason with him, my lord.”
Sheriff: “Ah, really? (Walks to Much.) And is it working… (looks at Much…) reason? You going soft, Gisborne, hm? (Faces Gisborne and steps back to circle Much.) Because he’s your friend, is that it? Well, leave him with me. I’ll reason with him.”
Gisborne: “I can handle him.”
Sheriff: “No-no, you failed me. You’re off the project. (Gisborne turns his head aside, biting back his temper.) Now, what [points at Much] is this creature doing here?”
Gisborne: (Proudly:) “This is one of Robin Hood’s inner circle. This is his
right-hand man.”
Sheriff: (Sarcastically:) “Oh, bravo!” (Steps to Gisborne.)
Gisborne: “He can tell us all we need to know about the outlaws.”
Sheriff: “Like what, hm? That Robin Hood is against us? That he keeps moving his camp on, hm? There’s nothing to know!”
Gisborne: “All right. So hang him then, make an example.
(Much looks up but shows no emotion.)
Sheriff: “Brilliant! (Whispers in Gisborne’s face:) A clue:… (looks at Much)… no. Hang him… (walks behind Much)… and you have an instant martyr. Suddenly, everybody loves Robin Hood.”
Gisborne: “So what would you suggest we do with him, then?”
Sheriff: “I’ll make a real example of this man.”
(Much’s eyes widen as the Sheriff chuckles.)

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Sherwood Forest. A path to Nottingham.
(Little John, Djaq, Allan and Robin, in cloaks, are heading to Nottingham to help rescue Much and Lambert.)
Allan: “Does anyone fancy a wager? (No answer.) Yeah? Who thinks he’ll get out on his own?”
Robin: (Glances back at Allan.) “Trust me, Allan. Much can do it.”
Allan: “Are we talking about the same Much?”

Nottingham Castle. The Great Hall.
(Much is seated at one end of the long table, which has been lavishly piled with food. The Sheriff is at the other end.)
Much: “I will not poison myself. You will have to kill me first.”
Sheriff: (Stands.) “Poison yourself? (Walks briskly down the table to Much and picks up a goblet.) This… (holds the goblet to Much’s nose)… is Burgundy wine. And this… (picks off a piece of meat and holds it in Much’s face)… is the verybest venison, hm? (Eats the meat.) Mm. A feast. Drinks. Although, granted, it may taste like poison to a peasant’s palate. (Holds the goblet to his lips, raises his eyebrows at Much, then drains the goblet. Much hesitantly takes a bite of a plum.) Hm… which reminds me. Gisborne, your sword. (Much stops eating and glances at Gisborne wide-eyed.) We’re going to take hearts and minds to a new level. (Gisborne draws his sword. At the sound of it ringing, Much glances at Gisborne uncertainly, then the Sheriff. He pushes the Sheriff aside to make a break for it. Calmly:) Stop him. (Two guards catch Much.) Make him kneel. (The Sheriff checks the edge of the blade as Gisborne walks over to Much, who is struggling to get free. Gisborne puts a hand on Much’s head and pushes him to his knees. The Sheriff approaches Much, point first. Much stares at the point as it reaches his face and cringes, expecting the worst.) By the powers vested in me… blah-di-blah-di-blah, I dub you… (taps Much’s shoulders in turn with the blade) … Earl of Bonchurch. Hm? (The Sheriff puts the point of the sword under Much’s chin, forcing him to look up.) That’s what you were promised, wasn’t it, when you came home? Hm? (Gisborne looks at the Sheriff, astonished.) Stand! (The Sheriff glances at Gisborne, who then pulls Much to his feet.) Lord Much! Well… (swings the sword back to Gisborne.) Do you feel honoured?”
Much: (Astonished:) “Have you really just made me an earl?”
Sheriff: “Well, not quite. No. I will have a word with Prince John and he will make it official. (Gisborne shakes his head.) So, you will have all the privileges and luxuries of a lord. You will take your seat in the lodge at Bonchurch. Oh, and er, I expect you at the Council of Nobles tomorrow. (Sits in Much’s seat and eats the plum.) Mm.”
(Gisborne glowers at Much, unhappy that the Sheriff appears to have given away a piece of his estate.)  

Nottingham Castle. Dungeons.
(Lambert is hanging by his hands, chained to the ceiling, trying not to make any sound as the Sheriff comes downstairs with Gisborne behind him. Lambert looks up as he approaches, his lips trembling.)
Sheriff: “You’re an intelligent young man. What would you do if you were me, hm? (The Sheriff pokes Lambert in the chest and Lambert cries out a bit.)
I have a little of your very exciting black powder and I want some more. (Feigns being hurt:) But you won’t give any more, poo.”
Lambert: (Still trembling:) “I’ll not allow you to use this as a weapon.”
Sheriff: “But if I ask you nicely… will you give me your ledger with the formula, please? (Lambert hums quietly.) Well, there’ll be no nicey nicey now. Have fun. (Turns to the jailer.) Show him the instruments of torture.”
(Gisborne turns away.)
Lambert: “Guy!” (The jailer nods as a large object slides across the floor. Lambert looks about wildly in terror.)  

Nottingham Castle. Guest chamber.
(The Sheriff and Gisborne spy on Much from behind an ornate wooden wall. Much is being fitted with lordly robes of bright orange.)
Sheriff: “Don’t take it so personally, Gisborne. Consider if you will the effect on the peasants. “Oh, look, one of us has been made a noble. If we work hard, keep our heads bowed, good little boys and girls, maybe we’ll get rewarded, too.” You see, our point of view is that of money and power. Give him money and power, well, he sees the world from our point of view. Oh, and erm, just between you and me, I’ve a certain person in place who’ll keep him on track… loyal, trustworthy.”
(Gisborne watches with narrowed, angry eyes.)
Gisborne: “If you’ll excuse me, my lord.” (Leaves.)  

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Nottingham Castle. Courtyard.
(Marian comes down the main steps towards the gate. Gisborne kicks a bench under the tree as she passes. She walks over to him.)
Marian: “Guy! (Gisborne turns away from Marian.) You are upset.”
Gisborne: “I’m fine. I cannot discuss it.” (Leans on a low branch.)
Marian: “I had not imagined the man who wishes to marry me would shut me out of his thoughts.”
Gisborne: “Forgive me, Marian. I’m not myself.”
Marian: “Has the Sheriff angered you?”
Gisborne: “No, the Sheriff undermines me whenever possible.
That’s not unusual.”
Marian: “Is this about Lambert and finding the ledger? This black powder is costing you a dear friend.”
Gisborne: “I am angry, Marian, because the Greek fire was my project and the Sheriff took it away from me.”
Marian: (Thinks a moment, and comes up with a plan to save Lambert.) “Suppose we were to take matters into our own hands. (Gisborne looks back at her.) Surely the Sheriff would not mind how you went about it. He strikes me as an endgame man. If you could find the ledger…”
Gisborne: “What would you suggest?”
Marian: (Looks around and whispers:) “Show Lambert you are still his friend. Take him to a place of safety. You always say people respond to loyalty.”

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Gisborne:
”No. Lambert would never trust me now.”
(The Sheriff eavesdrops on them from the east exterior corridor.)
Marian: “I think he would if you proved beyond all doubt that you could
protect him.”
Gisborne: “How?”
Marian: “Take him to Kirklees. Perhaps tomorrow. There is a Council of Nobles so the Sheriff will be busy. Regain Lambert’s trust. (Marian gingerly puts her hand on Gisborne’s shoulder and he turns looks down at it.) You and he are old friends. Build on that friendship.”
Gisborne: “Very well.”
Sheriff: (Quietly, so they do not overhear:) “Lepers, Gisborne. Lepers.”
(The Sheriff backs away out of sight, but a hawk cries and Gisborne turns his head as if he’s heard something.)  

The approach to Nottingham Town.
(A coach leaves the town gate. The gang are waiting for Much under the bridge.)
Robin: (to Little John on his left:) “He should be here by now. John, head towards the sewer entrance and join Will. (Looks to Djaq at his right.) Djaq, gather some horses by the east gate and go and get— (Robin abruptly stops speaking as he notices Djaq staring at the coach and turns to see Much inside. Much looks at them out of the corner of his wide eyes. They all stare incredulously as Much rides past.)
Allan: “All bets are off. (Robin tries to get Much’s attention by hissing. Much turns his head to continuing staring at them.) Robin, what is going on?”
Robin: “Right. Let’s follow.”

Explosive Negotiations

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Treeton Mine.
(Black powder is being poured from a small barrel into a bowl, then the barrel is pulled back to leave a trail on the ground. When Lambert reaches the Sheriff, Gisborne and Marian, he turns the barrel upright, corks it, and trades it for a lit torch from an assistant. The Sheriff watches him with his eyes from his horse.)
Lambert: “We are ready. Forgive our excitement, Marian, but we’ve been waiting months for this.”
Marian: “I’m intrigued.”
Gisborne: “You’ll be astonished, I assure you.”
(The Sheriff leans on his hand, bored.)
Lambert: “Right. What you are about to see here today demonstrates that by containing the black powder, we can control the charge. Guy’s miners would then be able to place a small charge at the scene (Gisborne glances back at the Sheriff.) let the powder do the hard work, and increase production without endangering lives.” (The Sheriff yawns.)

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Gisborne:
“Please dismount, my lord. There may be quite a bang.”
Sheriff: (Flatly:) “Really?”
Gisborne: “And your horse is highly strung.”
Sheriff: (Motions to a guard.) “It won’t be the only highly strung creature if I’m made to hang around for much longer.”
(Dismounts by stepping on the guard’s back. Lambert lights the end of the trail with a torch. He tosses the torch into a bucket of water behind him as he, Gisborne and Marian dash behind a partition made of thin logs. The Sheriff stands and watches the flame as his horse is led away, then realises how volatile the powder is as it quickly travels along the line. He ducks behind the partition with the others and peeks out its window. There is a

large explosion as the powder bowl ignites and the horse neighs loudly. All but Lambert duck. As the three slowly stand again, the Sheriff is now visibly impressed. All but Marian walk towards the blast site. Gisborne pats Lambert on the back.)
Gisborne: “Well done, my friend.”
(The Sheriff stands in the centre of the crater and jumps up and down, giddy with excitement as Gisborne folds his arms and watches him.)
Sheriff: “Well done, Gisborne! Get me ten or twenty large, huge crates.
Ha-ha!”  
Lambert: “If I’m to create more black powder, then there are conditions.”
Sheriff: “Really?”

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(Gisborne glares at Lambert.)
Lambert: “One, I’m allowed to sell my discovery to other mining concerns.”
Sheriff: “Naturally.”
Lambert: “Two, I get a bonus for me work.”
Sheriff: “Of course.”
Lambert: “And finally… (notices Gisborne glaring at him…) this powder must never be used as a weapon.”
Sheriff: (Exaggerates an agreeing look.) “Ah. (Climbs out of the crater to Lambert and looks him in the eye.) I think you and I have a future. Trust me.”
Lambert: (Thinks. Mutters:) “No.”
Gisborne: (Admonishing:) “Lambert…”

Lambert:
“I think not.”
Gisborne: “Think about what you’re doing.”
Lambert: “I cannot trust you.”
(The Sheriff steps in to Lambert as guards gather round, drawing their weapons.)
Sheriff: “My dear boy…”
Lambert: “Let me go or there will be trouble.” (Backs away from the Sheriff.)
Sheriff: “I adore trouble. (Lambert backs away more, then takes two short tubes from his belt and throws one towards the Sheriff and Gisborne, who throw themselves onto the ground.) Whoa! (The tube explodes when it hits the ground. Lambert brandishes the other at the guards.) Get him! (Lambert throws the bomb at the guards approaching from in front of the partition. Marian ducks behind it and the guards are thrown back from the explosion as Lambert makes a run for it. Pointing:) Alive!”
Gisborne: (Getting up:) “Lambert!”
(The guards pursue. Lambert runs through the woods, straight into Robin and Little John, who catches him.)
Robin: “Whoa!”
Little John: “Whoa! Whoa! Don’t go.”
Robin: “Stop. Stop! We can help you!”
(Lambert twists away, thinking they’re with the Sheriff.)
Lambert: “Back off! No. No!”
(Lambert tosses a bomb at Robin and Little John, who turn away and are pushed to the ground as it explodes. Lambert turns around and runs straight into the guards. Allan, Much, Djaq and Will are watching from further away. Robin and Little John join them.)
Guard: “Stand still.”
Lambert: “Back off!”
Guard: “No point struggling.”
(Another guard grabs Lambert from behind. Gisborne arrives on his horse.)
Gisborne: “It was a mistake to run, Lambert. You’ll not renege on our deal.”
Lambert: “There can be no deal. You lied to me, Guy.”
Gisborne: “You force me to do this. (to guard:) Search him.”
Lambert: “You promised me you would not use it as a weapon. Please!”
Gisborne: “Where is the ledger… with the formula? (Lambert is silent.) That information belongs to both of us. I commissioned you.”
Lambert: “And that is where your input ends. (The gang are still watching from the brush. Little John wipes the soot from his hair as Robin looks on with concern.) Black powder is not a toy, Guy. It is lethal. And I will not let you abuse its power.”
Gisborne: “Where is it?”
Lambert: “Somewhere you’ll never find it.”
Sheriff: (Next to Gisborne on his horse.) “Your friend seems to enjoy the power he has over us. Very clever. Congratulations, you just made yourself the most important man in Nottingham, Lambert. So when we hurt you, we’ll do it very carefully.”
(The Sheriff clicks to his horse and the guards follow him with Lambert. Robin and the gang are still watching, hidden amongst the trees.)
Allan: “He’s done for.”
Robin: “We’re done for, if the Sheriff gets the ledger.” 

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Sherwood Forest.
(The gang walk back to camp.)
Allan: “Few of those, you could take out a whole town, couldn’t you? “Hello, villagers. What? You can’t pay your taxes? Boom! You’re out.”
Little John: “It’s not funny. Punched me to the ground.”
Will: “What was that?”
Robin: “Greek fire. When we were in the Holy Land, we heard tales of boats being destroyed, sunken without a trace.”
Djaq: “Typical. Our alchemists have been experimenting with it for years and it’s called Greek? Never Saracen. Greek!”
Allan: “It’s amazing.”
Will: “No, it’s not. It’s evil. It doesn’t require any courage or strength or wit to use it.”
Robin: “Right. The plan is… somebody needs to get arrested and taken to the dungeons.”
Allan: (Chuckles.) “I’m not being funny or anything, but isn’t getting arrested what we normally try and avoid?”
Robin: “Well, that’s the quickest way in. Why, are you volunteering?”
Allan: “No.”
(Much stops and raises his hand. The gang stop and stare at him.)
Much: “What? (The gang snigger and laugh and resume walking.) What? Oi! (Chases them down.) I’m being serious!”

All’s Well That Ends Well (pt.6)

Knighton Hall.
(Marian is returning home from the castle and is suddenly joined by Isabella who walks alongside her.)
Isabella: “Heya Maz”
Marian: (Spooked briefly by her presence:) “Oh! Isabella, you made me jump. (Realising what she was just called:) Maz?”
Isabella: “Yeah, just trying it out, it’s a nickname thing.”
Marian: “Marian is fine, thank you.”
Isabella: “Spoil sport. (They both walk quietly for a moment towards Knighton.) Any word on Guy?”
Marian: “Oh, yes – the Sheriff was going to trade Djaq-”
Isabella: (interjecting:) “The Saracen girl.”
Marian: (perturbed that Isabella knew this before her:) “Yes. She’s going to be traded for Gisborne, though I think I now owe the Sheriff a favour.”
Isabella: “Ooh, sounds ominous.”
Marian: “Indeed.”
(They reach the house.)
Marian: “So..are you coming for dinner?”
Isabella: “That would be lovely, thanks. (Marian nods) And if you could say that I was here all day after the party, that’d be great too.”
Marian: “I don’t understand..”
Isabella: “Well Locksley is in a bit of a state at the moment…I made sure of it. (Marian looks confused.) I’ll blame it on the outlaws of course. A little rebellion against my brother now and then does wonders for the soul. (She smiles and winks at Marian then enters the house, from inside:) Ah, Edward, how are you?" (Marian smiles and shakes her head, following her inside.)

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Sherwood Forest. Outlaws’ camp.
(Robin sits on a log away from the gang, dejected and ashamed. Little John stands away from him, his back turned and arms folded, but turns to watch over his shoulder as Djaq approaches Robin. Much, Allan and Will are filling plates by the fire.)
Djaq: “Is it true? There would have been peace without this…Gisborne?
(Robin nods slightly, still staring out at the trees.) And yet you gave him up for me?”
(Robin is silent a moment, then he glances at Djaq and hangs his head. Little John relents a bit and comes over. Much and Will stand and walk over, each with two plates. Allan takes a bite and follows with his. Little John sits beside Robin, wanting to say something, but still not looking at him. Will hands a plate to Djaq. Much sits at Robin’s feet and offers him a plate.)
Much: “Brought you some food.”
(Robin slowly takes the plate as Will sits at Little John’s feet and Allan settles himself on a rock between Robin and Much. Robin glances at Much, who nods once in encouragement. Robin tears off a piece of chicken and puts it in his mouth as Little John taps his leg. Robin looks back at him.)
Little John: (Quietly:) “Hey.”
(Jerks his head a bit to indicate he wants some. Robin hands him a small bite and Little John eats it. Much looks at Robin, chewing and a smile forming. Robin takes a bite off the chicken leg, chuckles with Little John, and realises all is forgiven.)  

Trading Places (pt.5)

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Sherwood Forest.
(Robin wakes, puts his hand to his head, grimacing, then suddenly looks to Gisborne’s vacant tree. Much waits, leaning against a fur-covered rock, arms folded, bracing himself for Robin’s reaction.)
Robin: (Looks at Much.) “Where is he?”
Much: (Quietly:) “They’ve taken him. (Robin’s head falls back in dismay.) It was the only way for Djaq.”
Robin: (Sits up.) “It was not their decision to make. Where have they gone?(Much shakes his head slightly.) Where?”
Much: “I’m not gonna tell you! (Robin hangs his head.) Please, you can’t make me!”
Robin: “If you are my friend, if you are my true friend, you must do this one thing for me… Please.”
(Much agonises over his duty to Robin or the gang. He pulls his cap over his eyes, bangs his fists on his legs and groans in frustration. Robin looks back at Gisborne’s tree.)  

Treeton Mine. Interior.
(Little John pushes a bound and gagged Gisborne ahead of him. The Sheriff follows some guards inside from another direction, pulling Djaq by a rope around her neck.)
Sheriff: “Robin Hood has gone to a lot of trouble for you, pretty boy. (Pulls on Djaq’s rope.) Not one rescue, but two.”
Djaq: “He didn’t come the first time.”
Sheriff: “Ah, are you feeling unloved? (The Sheriff pulls hard on the rope and Djaq stumbles into him. The Sheriff stops, thinks, then opens each side of Djaq’s vest in turn.) Ah! Ah, pretty boy, not a pretty boy at all! Oh, no wonder they want you back in the forest, hm? All those long, cold nights. Well, obviously… (tugs on rope again)… you won’t be going back. You see, Hood, he thinks there are two tunnels that are clear. One in, one out. Clever… but not clever enough.”
(Little John appears with Gisborne from the opposite direction. He pushes Gisborne to the ground.)  

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Sheriff: “Where’s Hood?”
(Little John silently sets down his lantern and stands up with a look of defiance. Then Robin appears behind him.)
Robin: “Here. (He hangs his lantern on the wall.)
Little John: "Robin, no!”
Robin: “I did not agree to this trade, John.”
Sheriff: (to Djaq:) “Dissent in the ranks?”
Robin: “I did not agree to this trade. (Walks to Little John’s side and looks Djaq in the eyes.) But I should have done. (to the Sheriff:) Let him go.”
Sheriff: (Scoffs.) “It’s all right, Hood. Your secret’s out, hm? Your pet Saracen… (The Sheriff pulls hard on the rope, making Djaq stumble to Robin’s side. Gisborne quickly crawls towards the Sheriff.)… is a lady! Hm? The great thing is, she gave me this.”
(Pulls up Djaq’s container round his neck, sniffs and recoils.)
Robin: “Your secret’s out, too. There is no way Gisborne went to the Holy Land without your say-so.”
(Gisborne, standing up, turns to look at Robin.)
Sheriff: (Feigning innocence:) “Holy Land? Gisborne?”
Robin: “I have proof. On his arm. His tattoo (The Sheriff glares sidelong at Gisborne.) People in the King’s guard have heard about that tattoo, and when they return from the Holy Land, he will pay. (The Sheriff pulls out Gisborne’s arm and looks at the tattoo beneath the torn sleeve.) And you will pay.”
Sheriff: “Tattoo? (The Sheriff pours acid from the container on Gisborne’s tattoo. Gisborne screams.) What tattoo?”
(Robin charges, but Little John holds him back.)
Robin: “No!!!”
Sheriff: (to Gisborne:) “Shut up, you big jessie!”
Djaq: (to Robin.) “Let’s go.”
Sheriff: “You’re not going anywhere. Guards! (Several guards break through the slats boarding up a tunnel.) Look, an old tunnel. (Little John punches his arms forward to stretch back his sleeves, ready to fight.) Surprise. Gotcha!”

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Robin:
“Surprise. (Two ropes drop from above.) An old shaft. Surprise.
Let’s go! Grabs a rope.”
Little John: “Go! (Little John backslaps a guard as Djaq gets a foothold in the loop, Robin grabs the rope and the Sheriff pulls Gisborne back down the mine tunnel.) Go!”
Robin: “Let’s go! (Robin and Djaq’s rope rises. As he’s pulled up:) Another time, Gisborne.”
(Little John kicks back a guard, who lands at the feet of another. Little John turns and punches out a fourth.)
Above ground.
(Much, Will and Allan pull up on the rope. Djaq climbs out. Will and Allan both acknowledge her at the same time as she takes a place between them to help pull out Little John.)
Will: “Djaq.”
(Allan nods to her, then Will glances jealously back at him as Robin climbs out.)
In the mine.
Sheriff:
(Furiously to the guards:) “Get off them!”
Above ground.
Robin:
“Quick! Get John out!”


In the mine.
Little John:
(Ready at the rope:) “Pull!”
(Little John is raised up just in the nick of time to get out of the reach of the guards’ sword points.)
Above ground.
Robin:
“Pull!”
(Robin, Much, Will, Allan and Djaq all pull on Little John’s rope, which has been looped through a gibbet’s supports. Much waits at the edge. Little John looks down at the guards below and laughs, then falls onto the ground at the edge as Much loses his footing and falls onto his back with his feet flying. Robin drops the rope and bends over with his hands on his knees in relief.)
In the mine.
(The Sheriff looks up the shaft. Gisborne is still moaning.)
Sheriff: (Through his teeth:) “Stop mewling, Gisborne. Maybe in future you’ll think twice before painting your arm like a girl!”
(The Sheriff tugs on the tattooed arm and leaves.)

Make A Trade (pt.4)

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Sherwood Forest.
(Much is stabbing the ground with his sword, watching Robin and Marian from a distance when Little John, Allan and Will return to camp behind him.
Little John, flustered, kicks over a basket, sending it flying at Much, who quickly stands, thinking Little John is angry at him for releasing Robin.)

Much: “Now, look, he’s been my master for ten years.
What do you expect me to do?”
Little John: (Approaches Much, looks at Gisborne.) “Him?”
Much: (Sheathes his sword.) “Alive… It has been somewhat touch and go. (Little John frowns at Much.) Not since the Holy Land have I seen… (jerks his head sideways at Robin. Little John scoffs loudly.) It took all my powers to calm him. (Looks at Marian.) And…and hers. (Little John, surprised, looks back at Robin, sees Marian, then scowls at Much.) But it was I who fetched her, so you could say it was all my doing.”  
Little John: “We need him. (Little John, Allan and Will walk over to Robin. Pleasantly to Robin, motioning to go:) We go to Nottingham.”
Robin: (Acidly:) “I thought you were going. I have unfinished business here.”
Allan: “It’s Djaq.”
Robin: “The Sheriff will be expecting a rescue. It is better to wait… to think.”
Will: “Robin, wake up! It’s Djaq!”
Robin: “You are thinking of just one man. I am thinking of the King and the whole of England.”
Will: “Djaq is not one man. She’s a woman. (Marian looks at Will, startled at this revelation.) Have you even thought about what could happen if the Sheriff realises?”
Marian: “Djaq is a woman? The Saracen?”
Allan: (Holds up a hand to her.) “Long story.”
Little John: (Points at Gisborne.) “He can wait. Djaq cannot.”
Robin: “No!”
Much: “If they know we’re coming, then we could all die.”
Allan: “True, but it’s Djaq.”
Much: “Well, what does that mean? ‘True, but it’s Djaq.’ It’s not even an answer.”
Allan: “But the thing is… I like her.”
Will: “I think I love her.”
(Allan and Will look at each other. Robin turns to them, Much is agape, Little John stunned, Marian not sure what to think.)
Much: “Well, even then, that is… that is no reason to knowingly walk into a trap.”
Marian: “Robin is right. You need to think. (Looks at Gisbome.) Look. That is your solution. Trade him for her.”
Robin: “No! (Marian looks sternly at him, Little John glares sidelong at him.)
I am not letting him get away with this.”
Little John: (Admonishingly:) “Robin!”
(Little John steps forward and swings at Robin but he is ready for him this time, sidestepping John’s attack but walks right into Will’s punch to Robin’s jaw, knocking him out again. Much puts his hands on the back of his head, exasperated.)
Will: “Not sorry.”

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(They all stand about silently, looking from Will to Marian to the unconscious Robin on the ground.)
Marian: “Well perhaps that was for the best. Much, you stay here and look after Robin. Allan and John go untie Gisborne and make sure he’s ready to move. I’ll go to the castle and try to convince the Sheriff to make the trade.
(She turns to go but sees that Will is still standing there motionless lost in thought.) She’ll be OK, Will.”
(She puts her hand on his shoulder, he nods slightly.)

Nottingham Castle. Dungeons.
(The Sheriff and the Jailer are standing in front of Djaq’s cell.)
Sheriff: “Has he talked yet?”
Jailer: “Just about to start.” (Clicks the shears in his hand.)
Sheriff: (Pointedly:) “Well, hurry up then. (The Jailer unlocks and opens the door. Djaq is visibly frightened.) Try and do it quietly. I can’t bear bawling.”
(The Sheriff and the Jailer are about to enter the cell when Marian interrupts.)
Marian: “My lord sheriff? (The Sheriff turns to face her.) I need your help.”
(The Sheriff looks at Djaq, who is staring fearfully at him, then back at Marian.) 

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The Great Hall.
(The Sheriff is seated at one end of the long table.
Marian stands at the other end.)
Marian: “They said to give you this. (Marian slides a tag down the length of the table. The Sheriff catches it.) Said you’d understand?”
Sheriff: (Inspecting the tag:) “This, erm, this outlaw. He didn’t rob you?”
Marian: “He was only interested in the exchange. Guy for your prisoner.
My husband-to-be for a Saracen.”
Sheriff: “You see, something’s not right. How do I know this isn’t an outlaw ruse?”
Marian: “Guy is your lieutenant, your ally… your friend.”
Sheriff: “Friend? (Marian nods slightly, her face full of worry.) We are talking about the same Guy? I mean, I hardly noticed he was missing.”
Marian: “My lord sheriff, please. They have Guy. If they should do anything to him, I…” (Feigns trying not to cry.) 

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Sheriff: “Yes, all right. (Stands and walks the length of the table to Marian.) Might just stop your snivelling.”
Marian: “The outlaws will kill Guy if you harm the Saracen boy.
Have you harmed him?”
Sheriff: (Pauses, tapping his fingers against the tag.) “No. (Sighs, thinking, then decides. Clicks his fingers to a guard.) OK. Prepare the Saracen for travel.”
(Drops the tag on the table in front of Marian. Marian sighs, relieved it worked.)
Sheriff: “However, you will owe me a favour now of course.”
Marian: “Yes Lord Sheriff.”
Sheriff: “Don’t worry, it will be naughty.”

Rescuing The Rescuers (pt.3)

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Nottingham Castle. Interior corridor.
(Little John, Allan and Will sneak through the castle, taking turns advancing from column to column.)
Will: “I don’t suppose anyone’s given any thought as to how
to get back out again?”
Little John: (Grumpily:) “Later! We came for Djaq.”


Alchemy room.
(Djaq goes from shelf to shelf, checking out the available compounds and herbs. She takes a metal jar from a shelf, opens it, sniffs it, and recoils at the pungent odour. It gives her an idea. The Sheriff enters. Djaq stands behind a tall flame on the worktable.)
Djaq: “I have finished.”
Sheriff: “So quickly? We can test it on your outlaw friends. (Djaq’s only reaction is to glance down calmly.) According to my kitchen master, they’ve arrived already. They’re so predictable. (Chuckles.) Oh, were you expecting to be rescued? Hm? They won’t think of looking for you in here. (Djaq reaches for a small pitcher and pours its contents into the large bowl of powder in front of her. The powder ignites and dense smoke quickly fills the entire room.) What are you doing? (Djaq pulls her vest over her nose and steps back from her
concoction as the Sheriff coughs and sputters.)
What are you doing?! Guards!
(Hidden by the smoke, Djaq crawls on the floor around the table and between the guards as they have their limited vision on the Sheriff.) Get on your knees! (Once safely behind the guards, Djaq stands and runs.) Guards!!!”
Interior corridor.
(Djaq passes more guards stationed along the corridor.)
Djaq: “Quickly! Stop the fire! Sound the alarm!”
(She runs towards the dungeons as the guards run towards the smoke.) 

Sheriff: “Get over here! There! Stop!”

Dungeons.
(Little John, and Will are looking for Djaq, but all the cells are empty, doors ajar.)
Will: “There’s no-one here. No prisoners, not even a jailer. Wh—?”
(The main door opens and guards with swords surround them. The outlaws throw their cloaks behind their shoulders to free their arms and ready their weapons.)
Little John: “Trap.”
(The guards attack and the gang defend. Little John blocks and Will brings his hand axe down on a guard’s arm, then ducks the swing from a second, comes up swinging his axe behind him at the first and turns to face the second again. Little John punches his foe. Will parries the second guard’s blow, turns to backslap the first, then throws his elbow into the second. Little John blocks with his staff, then kicks the feet out from under a soldier. A guard grabs Will round the neck from behind as Djaq rushes in, swinging her sword into a guard’s back. Djaq turns to Little John, who swings his weighted ferrets at the head of one guard, then brings them back at the other, knocking them out.)  
Will: (to Djaq:) “Are you all right?
Djaq: “Are you all right?” (Will nods.)
Will: “I thought we came to save you.”
Djaq: “Now I’m saving you. Irritating, isn’t it?”
(Little John, impatient at their banter, whistles and pointedly indicates the door. They run out into the castle.)  

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Locksley Manor.
(Allan and Isabella talk, leaning on the balcony and looking down at the room where Gisborne’s party took place earlier.)
Allan: “Well that was my brother all over, since we were kids we both should’ve been hanged dozens of times.”
Isabella: “I can imagine you two were a great team when you put your minds to something.”
Allan: “Yeah. (thinking:) Perhaps if we’d stayed together things would’ve turned out different.”
Isabella: “Hm, perhaps you would’ve been the one chasing me down in the woods. (flirtatiously:) Although I can’t say I would’ve run as fast if that were the case.”
Allan: (smiling:) “Yeah I bet you little minx.”
(They both fall silent, each thinking about the day they met.)
Isabella: (sincerely:) “I’m sorry Allan, about your brother. Even after everything he tried to do to me.”
Allan: “Yeh, thanks. Brothers eh, always more trouble than they’re worth. Thanks Iz, I didn’t realise how much I needed to talk about things.”
Isabella: “Of course, he was family. But you are right, brothers sure know how to tear the heart out of you.”
Allan: “Gisborne will be ok, Robin’s just gonna scare him a bit.
I don’t think he’ll kill him.”
Isabella: “Not before I get the chance. (Noticing Allan’s look.) Only joking. Guy has his flaws but despite everything I do still love him. (Allan nods and looks down as Isabella walks along the landing letting her hair down and then undoing her dress as she does so.) However, that does not mean I don’t want to get back at him somehow. (She turns to face Allan as her dress falls to the floor. Allan looks up to see her stood, utterly unabashed, naked.)
Do you have any ideas?”
Allan: (For once, struggling to find a witty comeback:) “I er….well yeah, I mean.”
Isabella: (Walking back towards Allan, taking his hand) “Come now Allan-A-Dale, (pushing him back against an open window and beginning to remove his shirt.) I’ve given my word that I would stay away from outlaws while under my brother’s protection. (Pulling Allan’s shirt up, over his head, muffling any answer he may have given.) But I am not currently under his protection, am I?”
Allan: (Giving the most serious look he can muster:) “No, my lady, you are under mine.”
Isabella: “Mm indeed I most certainly am. (Leaning closer and kissing him deeply. As they part:) So how about some risky revenge sex in Guy’s bed?”
Allan: “I thought you’d never ask. Lead the way.”
(Isabella smirks at him as she turns and leads Allan towards Gisborne’s bed chamber. Allan watching every sway of her hips as she walks.)

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Interior corridor.
(The gang run down a long, narrow corridor.)
Djaq: “Where now? Do you actually have a plan?”
(Will, Djaq and Little John pause behind columns. Little John shakes his head.)
Djaq: “Robin? Where is he?”
(Little John runs past her without answering. Will tries to think of an excuse.)
Will: “Well, he’s basically…(Little John groans loudly as they reach a dead end.) That’s difficult to explain.”
Djaq: “Robin did not come?”
Will: “He was, erm, he was… distracted.”
Djaq: (to Little John:) “Because I am a girl?”
(Little John stares silently at her a short moment, then opens the door at the end of their corridor.)
Little John: “Here! Go!”
Privy room.
(They all file into the small room. Little John closes the door behind them.)
Will: “So?”
Little John: “So? It leads outdoors. (Flies buzz around their heads.) Well what? Have you got any better ideas?”
Will: “Must be another way.”
Little John: (Firmly:) “We go. (Little John pushes Will.) Go, go, go!”
(Will wraps his cloak around him, steps in and slides down.)
Outside Nottingham.
(Will slides down into the rubbish heap.)
Nottingham Castle. Privy room.
Djaq:
(to Little John:) “Catch me at the bottom.”
(Little John nods, climbs in and slides down. The Sheriff opens the door to find Djaq staring down the hole. She quickly closes the cover and faces the Sheriff.)
Sheriff: “Well, if you were that desperate to go, all you had to do was ask.
(Djaq charges at the guards, but is caught by them. The Sheriff takes her sword.) Take him to the dungeons. If he doesn’t want to play nice,
we will play nasty.”
Outside Nottingham.
(Will and Little John, covered in filth, realise Djaq has not followed them down.)
Will: “We need Robin.” (Will spits something out of his mouth as Little John dejectedly gets to his feet.) 

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Sherwood Forest.
(Gisborne is still unconscious and is tied to a tree, this time by several loops of rope around his torso. He is also gagged and blindfolded. Much sits near Gisborne, guarding him and holding the hilt of his sword, point down. Nearly out of earshot, Robin lounges against the tree to which he was previously tied. Marian stands in front of him, trying to reason with him. They make an effort to keep their voices down, knowing Gisborne must not hear her.)
Marian: “What are you doing? You’re a killer now?”
Robin: “When I have to be.”
Marian: “Oh grow up!”
Robin: “Gisborne made his choice. Everything is a choice. Everything we do. You told me that.”
Marian: “What choice?”
Robin: “In the Holy Land, Saracens came to kill the King. But it wasn’t Saracens. It was him.”
Marian: “Rubbish!”
Robin: “He stabbed me and left me for dead. And then he went to kill the King in his bed.”
Marian: “I don’t believe you. This is about you and me. (Robin leans his head back against the tree, rolling his eyes.) I want you to know I didn’t realise he was going to announce the marriage.”
Robin: “Well, you didn’t seem uncomfortable.”
(There is a moment of silence as Marian glares at him.)

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Robin: “I have proof… his arm. I wounded him. His tattoo.”
Marian: “What tattoo? (A bit agitated:) And I was uncomfortable.”
Robin: “He has a tattoo on his arm. (Pause. Silently, fiercely:)
You took his ring.”
Marian: “You took his ring! How could he have been in the Holy Land? He was here in your house! No! Even if you are right…”
Robin: “I am right.”
Marian: “A trial. The process of law.”
Robin: “There is no law. Until Richard returns the Sheriff is the law. Gisborne is the law. And that is why I have to kill him.”
Marian: “No. I forbid you.” (Robin sags back to lean against the tree again.)
Robin: (Sighs.) “You don’t believe me.”
Marian: “I don’t know what to believe. Guy… is not a man who would… Surely…”
Robin: “Of course. He is to be your husband.”
Marian: “You know full well I agreed to that under duress. You know I have to play things this way (Robin looks down and shakes his head.) from the inside, for my father if for nothing else. I do not have the option to just run off into the forest. (Robin looks at her and shakes his head again.) What?”
Robin: “Everything… is a choice.”
Marian: “Yes, just like you leaving for the Holy Land in the first place
was a choice.”

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Locksley Manor. Exterior.
(Little John glares at Allan as he passes him. Allan notices their long faces.)
Allan: “What happened? (The new arrivals start to take off their cloaks. Sniffs twice.) You stink! Hah! (Looks around.) Where’s Djaq?”
Little John: (Turns around.) “It was a trap!”
Will: “We came out through the privy. She was right behind us.”
Little John: “They took her back!”
Allan: “Right, we need Robin. (Turns to Isabella and kisses her cheek.)
We’ve got to go Iz.”
Isabella: “Wait! (calling to a servant:) Gladstone?”
(A white haired man comes out from inside the stables.)
Gladstone: “Yes, M’lady?”
Isabella: “Be a dear and hang these cloaks up in Sir Guy’s wardrobe
won’t you?”
Gladstone: “Yes M’lady. (He stoops down to pick up the soiled cloaks.)
They do pong a bit, shouldn’t I give them a bit of a washing first?”
Isabella: “Oh no…. (she turns and smiles at the outlaws. (to Gladstone:)
Hang them up just as they are. They’re perfect.”