Good Deeds (pt. 17)

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North of Acre. The Crusaders’ frontier.
(Bassam, walking with Robin, leads him to the edge of a valley.)
Bassam: “There… your king’s camp.”
(Much hurries to Robin’s side.)
Robin: “Shokran, Bassam.”
(Robin shakes Bassam’s hand and nods.)

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Nottingham Castle. Accounting room.
(Rufus and Scrope enter, Scrope laughing. Rufus pats his back.)
Rufus: “You know, I like you, Scrope. You have the Sheriff’s ear.”
Scrope: “Oh, thank you. (Sits.) Yes… yes, well, he wasn’t sure at first, but I told him. I said, Sheriff, I said, you need the money and he listened. He listened to me!”
Rufus: (Pointing at Scrope:) “To you. (Pats his shoulder.) Good boy. You keep me smiling… (walks behind Scrope)… and that sweet wife of yours won’t be touched.”  (Takes Scrope’s hands, puts them behind his back and bends down for some rope.)
Scrope: (Confused:) “Yes, er… but the Sheriff, erm, wo—won’t he work it out?”
(Rufus loops the rope around Scrope’s chest.)
Rufus: “Probably.”
(Loops the rope again.)
Scrope: “What are you…? Oh! you want him to work it out?”
Rufus: (Walking around twice, looping more rope:) “Sharp, aren’t you, Scrope? Nothing gets past you. You see, I want him to come looking for me. And I want you to help him to put the pieces together.”
(Scrope chuckles nervously.)
Scrope: “Oh, actually, I—I—I’d rather come with you, you know, let him work it out himself.”
Rufus: (Behind Scrope, leaning his head over Scrope’s shoulder:) “Sorry. You’re no use to me if you tag along. Play your part well, Scrope. Think of your wife.”

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Knighton Hall. Early Evening.
(There is a knock at the door and Edward walks over to answer it. Upon opening the door we see Gisborne standing outside.)
Gisborne: “Sir Edward.”
Edward: “Sir Guy, I had not heard you were up and about?”
Gisborne: “My fever broke not long ago and I…am on the mend. Thank you for your well wishes, Gladstone has kept me well informed of who paid a visit to the Manor during my ill-health.”
Edward: “Think nothing of it. What brings you to our home this evening?”
Gisborne: “I was wondering if I could speak to Marian, I saw her earlier but we didn’t get a chance to catch up on events.”
Edward: “Why of course I…(As Edward begins to open the door wider so that Gisborne may enter he catches a glimpse of his daughter who is standing teary-eyed shaking her head.) I…(Thinking quickly:) would love to invite you in Sir Guy but I’m afraid Marian is indisposed this evening.”
Gisborne: (Curiously:) “Indisposed?”
Edward: “Yes, she’s taking a bath.”
Gisborne: “Oh, of course, how thoughtless of me.”
Edward: “I’d be happy to pass on any message you have for her?”
Gisborne: “No…no it can wait. Good night, Sir Edward.”
Edward: “Good night Sir Guy.“
(Edward closes the door and bolts it shut. He turns to his daughter who is stood in the middle of the room fidgeting with her hands.)
Edward: (Approaching, softly:) "Marian, what is it?”
(Marian allows a tear to fall and then hugs her father tightly. Slightly taken aback, Edward returns the embrace and strokes her hair soothingly as his daughter weeps silently in his arms.)

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Nottingham Castle. North exterior corridor.
(The Sheriff walks down the corridor.)
Sheriff: “Scrope? Scropey?”
Scrope: (From the accounting room:) “In here, Sheriff ! Help!”
Accounting room.
(The Sheriff enters and sees the room is void of the chests of money. Scrope whimpers nervously.)
Sheriff: (Quietly:) “My money. Where is my money, Scrope?”
Scrope: “It’s not my fault. He took it, Rufus. I—I—I tried to stop him.”
Sheriff: (Looks around in shock:) “How hard did you try?”
Scrope: “Oh, really hard. I—I—I hit him… in the face… and I kicked him.”
(Nods, panting.)
Sheriff: (Goes to Scrope.) “Amazing. It must have been such a fight. (Roars:) Yet there’s not one mark on you! Guards! (Nothing.) Guards! (The Sheriff realises none are coming and looks at the door.) Guards! (Scrope chuckles nervously.) Where are they all?”
Scrope: “They’re gone for the night…Rufus gave them the night off. He bribed them…after he took his..er…severance pay.”
Sheriff: (The Sheriff stops. Slowly:) “How do you know he bribed them?”
Scrope: “Well, I—I—I saw him. You know, before I hit him. He was… bribing them, yeah. I only found out then.” (Chuckles nervously.)
(The Sheriff bends over Scrope.)
Sheriff: “Scrope?”
Scrope: “Mm-hm?”
Sheriff: “You’re lying. (Scrope whimpers.) Be honest, confess. I might find it in myself to be warm and forgiving and… I’ll let you live.”
Scrope: “Really?”
Sheriff: (Nods.) Oh, yes. Underneath this harsh surface I’m deeply sensitive.”
Scrope: “Well, he made me lie. I didn’t want to. He threatened to hurt my wife.”
(The Sheriff nods, puts a hand on Scrope’s shoulder.)
Sheriff: “Oh, Scrope… Scrope…(The Sheriff plunges a knife into Scrope’s side. Scrope gasps, then smiles. In Scrope’s face:) I lied. Underneath this harsh surface there’s just more harsh surface.” (Leaves.)
(Scrope leans his head back and dies.)
Meanwhile, on a dirt road just beyond Nottingham.
(Rufus rides atop a horse-led cart which is weighted down with personal possessions and many sacks of gold. As the cart comes down the road, a man with a black cloak over his shoulder stands in the road. He speaks with a slightly Scottish accent.)
Allan: “Hey, you, stop! Stop! Stop, I say! (The carts stops in front of him.) You’re on my land. Well, you pay me a toll, I guess we might forget about it. (Rufus laughs.) That’s not very nice, now is it?”
Rufus: “Out of my way, fool, or meet the business end of my sword.”
(Allan smiles brightly as his brother Tom climbs into the cart, stands behind Rufus, slams a sack of gold into the back of Rufus’ head and pushes him off the cart. Rufus falls to the ground on his back. He sits up, dazed, and sees Allan waiting to punch him into oblivion.)
Tom: “Nice one!”
Allan: “Quick, help me up and let’s get out of here.”
(Tom pulls his brother up and Allan takes the reigns, spurring the horses into a gallop. As laughter and cheers ring out from the fleeing highwaymen, Rufus attempts to sit up but slumps back down, defeated.)

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The King’s Camp.
(The King faces Robin and Much and folds his arms.)
Robin: “You have to let me protect you.”
King Richard: (Chuckling:) “I must allow you to protect me?”
Robin: “Yes.”
King Richard: “Of all the men who have served me, you are the one I loved most.”
Robin: “And I have cherished that.”
King Richard: “You’ve saved my life. I am sending you home to England to resume your own. This is not a punishment, Robin. In you, I will be sending a piece of me, I know that you will represent me well there.”
Robin: “I will do my best, your Majesty.”
King Richard: “I believe you.”
Robin: “Your Majesty, ‘For every man there is a purpose which he sets up in his life. Let yours be the doing of all good deeds.’”
Much: (Ponders the quote a moment, then turns to the King.) “The Qur’an.”
King Richard: “I will bring peace to this land, Robin. You have my word.”
Robin: “Farewell, your Majesty. (to Much:) Come on, Much. (Nods at the King.) Let’s go home.”
(Robin turns around and starts walking. Much takes one last look at the King before following. They walk through the sand towards the sunset as King Richard and his entourage turn and go back to camp.)

Making A Point (pt. 16)

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Locksley Village.
(Marian rushes into the village with Gladstone following behind her. A large group of villagers are gathered around as Rufus stands in the middle about to give another demonstration.)
Rufus: “You see I think that there are those among you who support the Nightwatchman! There are even those among you who are allies of the masked man. (Rufus walks around surveying the crowd as the Sheriff arrives on horseback. Just as he passes Dan, Rufus suddenly grabs Will Scarlett by the shirt, dragging him into the open.) What about you, son eh? Do you support the Nightwatchman?”
Will: (Defiantly:) “I support anyone who would feed a starving family.”
Sheriff: “Sounds like a confession to me, Rufus.”
(Rufus glances at the Sheriff as Dan steps forward.)
Dan: “No, please, he didn’t mean it like that. He’s not-”
Rufus: (Shoving Dan backwards:) “Stand back, old man! (Tightening his grip on Will’s shoulder:) You openly support the outlaw? (Will stares at him, not wavering for a moment. Shaking him:) Tell me who he is, tell everyone who the Nightwatchman is.”
Will: “I don’t know who he is.”
Sheriff: (Yawns:) “Lies.”
(Rufus smirks and pulls Will over to a barrel. He swiftly unfurls a leather tool kit revealing an assortment of butcher’s knives.)
Rufus: “There are consequences for conspiring with outlaws, boy.”
Will: “I haven’t conspired with anyone!”
Rufus: (Yelling:) “Tell me who the Nightwatchman is!”
Will: “I told you I don’t know who he is!”
Rufus: (Snarling:) “We’ll see. (Motioning to two guards:) Lash his arm to the barrel.”
(The guards grab Will and begin to tie his arm to the wooden barrel as Rufus inspects the knives.)
Dan: (Rushing forward again:) “No, please you can’t do this, he’s just a boy!”
Rufus: “A boy who’s in league with an outlaw. Whether he knows the Nightwatchman’s identity or not, he needs to be taught a lesson.”
(As Rufus turns to walk back towards a helpless Will, Dan grabs his arm.)
Dan: (Spinning Rufus around:) “Pick me instead. If you need to make an example, use me. Just leave the boy alone.”
(Rufus considers this a moment, his evil smirk returning.)
Rufus: “All right. (to the Guards:) Release the boy. Take the old man in his place.”
(Will yells and begs with his father not to do this. He and Luke are dragged away by guards as Dan is tied into position.)

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(Unable to stand by any longer, Marian pushes through the gathering of villagers and steps forward.)
Marian: “Stop! (Softer as Rufus turns to face her:) Stop this, please.”
Rufus: (With feigned confusion:) “Why, Lady Marian. What a pleasant surprise. (Moving closer to her, under his breath:) Reveal yourself now and I’ll spare the old man.”
Marian: (Looking around at the villagers:) “I will hang.”
Rufus: (Glancing at the Sheriff who watches curiously from his horse:) “Most likely. Unless…”
Marian: “Unless?”
Rufus: (Smirking:) “Unless I speak to the Sheriff on your behalf. Dismiss your actions as those of a well intentioned yet silly girl.”
Marian: (Frowning:) “In return for what?”
Rufus: (Reaching out and playing with Marian’s hair:) “Oh, you’re a clever girl. I’m sure you can use your imagination.”
Marian: (Whispering:) “Please…”
Rufus: “Oh yes. I love it when they beg.”
(Rufus grabs Marian and is about to force a kiss onto her lips when…)
Gisborne: “Take your hands off her!”
(The crowds part as they turn to see Gisborne stalking towards Rufus. The Tax collector turns his attention to the man clad in leather as Marian looks on in surprised relief.)
Rufus: “Well if it isn’t Sir Guy of Gisborne. (Spreading his arms wide.) Back from the dead! (Chuckling:) What do you want, Gisborne?”
Gisborne: “I want you gone.”
Rufus: “Gone? Oh I’m not going anywhere. Not till the Nightwatchman reveals himself.”
Gisborne: “No, you misunderstand me. I want you gone permanently. There’s no room for both of us in Nottingham any longer.”
Rufus: “Is that so?”
(Gisborne looks to the Sheriff who looks intrigued by the idea of letting his two henchmen fight it out.)
Gisborne: “I have my strength back, I’m feeling better than ever and I can do your job standing on my head.”
(Murmurs from the crowd as Rufus shakes his head.)
Rufus: “All right, Gisborne. If it’s a fight you want, a fight you shall get!”
(Rufus quickly pulls his sword with his back to Gisborne. Marian yells to warn him as Rufus attacks with the sword. Gisborne ducks under it and turns to face him again. Rufus quickly swings again, but Gisborne catches his arm and kicks him to the ground.)

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(As Gisborne stalks his prey, Rufus gets up, swinging twice. Gisborne ducks them both, then grabs Rufus’ sword arm and punches it, forcing his sword to the ground. Gisborne punches him once, them grabs him and pushes him to the ground. Gisborne picks up the sword and holds it to Rufus’ throat. Gisborne stands up, roughly putting his foot on Rufus’ chest but still holding the sword down at him and looks up to the Sheriff.)
Sheriff: “How wonderful. Good to have you back, Gisborne. (To Rufus:) My leathery friend here is correct, Rufus. I do not need both of you in my charge. Nottingham thanks you for your service.”
(Gisborne takes his foot off Rufus’ chest and drives his sword into the ground beside him. Sneering down at the defeated man, Gisborne then turns and walks away. As he takes a few steps toward Marian, Rufus grabs his sword and uses it to help himself up.)
Rufus: “You’ll pay for this, Sheriff. Mark my words!”
Sheriff: (Stifling a yawn:) “La-di-dah-di-dah. No hard feelings, Rufus. You’re just surplus to requirements.”
(Rufus looks around at the crowd who are beginning to disperse amid a smattering of laughter at the now former tax man’s humiliation. Without another word, Rufus sheaths his sword and pushes his way through the crowd and out of sight.)

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(Marian watches as Gisborne approaches her.)
Gisborne: “Are you all right, Milady?”
Marian: (Nods:) “Thank you, Sir Guy. (She looks him up and down.) You’re obviously feeling much better. And the leather…a bold choice.”
Gisborne: (Smiles, indicating his new scarf:) “Thank you for the gift.”
Marian: “May it bring a little colour to your days.”
(The Sheriff rides over on his horse.)
Sheriff: “Not to break up this touching reunion, but there’s still the matter of setting an example?”
(The Sheriff indicates toward Dan Scarlett who is still tethered to the barrel. Gisborne’s expression is unreadable as he turns back to face the Sheriff.)
Gisborne: “My lord, perhaps just this once a warning will suffice? After all he is the only carpenter within miles of Nottingham.”
Sheriff: “I see. (The Sheriff calls over a guard who gets down on all fours to be stepped on as the Sheriff dismounts his horse.) So you believe those who would harbour a fugitive should be shown leniency, hm? (Marian looks on anxiously as the Sheriff and Gisborne make their way towards Dan. Speaking so only Gisborne can hear:) This is your chance, Gisborne. This is the moment we show the people that our authority is not to be challenged. No matter how small or (Glancing at the bound man.) imaginary the charges may be. (The Sheriff watches Gisborne as he considers his options.) Of course, you could pardon him, show mercy. But we both know what mercy really is, don’t we Gisborne? It’s weakness. (He begins to walk in a slow circle around Gisborne as he speaks.) No one showed you or your sister any mercy when your home was burned to the ground. (Gisborne glances back at Marian as the Sheriff continues:) Show your strength now and nobody will take what is yours from you again. Make your choice, Gisborne.”

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(The Sheriff stops circling and stands between Gisborne and Dan
Scarlett. With a pained look, Gisborne turns from Marian to face the
Sheriff.)
Gisborne: (To the guards:) “An example must be made!”
(Gisborne
nods to the guards who swarm Dan and hold him in place as the lead
guard draws his sword and brings it down swiftly. Severing Dan’s hand at
the wrist. Shrieks of horror burst from the crowd as Dan slumps to the
ground, no longer tethered in place. Will and Luke rush to their
father’s side as the Sheriff remounts his horse.)
Sheriff: “Bored now.”
(The
Sheriff turns his horse toward Nottingham and rides away. Gisborne
looks slowly around at the horrified faces in search of Marian but she
is nowhere to be seen.)

Two Weeks Later (pt. 15)

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Locksley.
(Robin sits on the hillside overlooking the village, his arms round his knees. He watches the people going about their work sighing with contentment. His eyes catch movement, and he watches as a woman in a light blue cloak, the hood partly over her head, approaches him, winding through the long grass, stealing glances at him. She smiles and chuckles slightly.)
Robin: (Whispers:) “Marian.”
(Marian smiles and stops a few yards in front of him. Robin smiles and gets to his feet, walking quickly down the hill towards her. His hand gently grasps a flowering bush and he lets the branch slide through his hand as he walks.)
Marian: “I have waited for you.”
Robin: “I knew I would see you again.”
(Robin chuckles. Marian smiles.)
Marian: “It’s time.”
(Marian reaches out a hand to him. Robin reaches his hand out for her and…)

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Acre. Bassam’s house. Interior.
(Robin wakes abruptly from his dream and tosses his head back and forth, searching for Marian, then grimacing as he realises he was only dreaming. An older man walks into the room carrying a bowl of water and a wash cloth.)
Bassam: “Ah, you are awake.”
Robin: “Who are you? (Looking around.) Where am I?”
Bassam: (Placing the bowl down on the table:) “I shall fetch your friend.”
(Bassam rushes out of the room as Robin attempts to sit up. He looks anxiously around as Much hurries in with Bassam behind him.)
Much: “Master! (Much pulls Robin in for a tight hug as relief washes over him.) You had me so worried!”
Robin: (Patting Much’s back:) “I’m all right, Much. What’s going on?”
Much: (Releasing Robin and sitting on the edge of the bed:) “You collapsed soon after you spoke with the King. You’ve been in and out of consciousness for almost a fortnight.”
Robin: “A fortnight? Who’s protecting Richard? Where is the King?”
Much: “Don’t worry about that now, your health comes first.”
Robin: “My health means nothing if the King is in danger!”
Bassam: “The King is miles from here by now. (The two men turn to look at him. Shrugs:) You were left in my care while you recuperate.”
Robin: (To Much:) “I feel fine, let’s go.”
Much: “No, Robin.”
Robin: “Much I am head of the King’s guard, I have to-”
Much: “No, you’re not! (Robin stares at him.) You’ve been replaced. We both have. The King left instructions that you were to recover here and then, once you were well enough, to return home.”
Robin: “What?”
Much: “Our fight is over, Master. We’re going home.”

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Nottingham Town. Near the butcher’s shop.
(The soldiers help Rufus collect more money. They turn a man upside down so the coins fall from his pockets.)
Man: “Argh! Leave me alone! Just leave me alone!”
(They hold a woman and pull a small purse from her, which falls to the ground. The guard bends down to pick it up. The collected money and purses are put into a chest. Rufus grabs the butcher by the collar.)
Rufus: “Next time you’re late with your taxes, you stop breathing, understood?” (Rufus pushes the butcher away and enters the shop.)
Butcher’s shop. Interior.
(Rufus stands and looks around at the familiar shop. The butcher follows him in.)
Rufus: “This used to be my father’s shop. Before it was taken from him.”
Butcher: “How old were—”
Rufus: (Interrupts:) “Seventeen. (Walks around, looking.) He used to make me breakfast every morning. (Steps over to a pair of hanging pheasants and inspects them.) Bring it up to the door of my room. He’d say, “Rufus! Eat
it all up! Don’t go hungry!” He’d say the same thing every day.”
(He walks to a table with the butcher’s knives laid out and has an evil idea.  Rufus sees the butcher waiting.) You still here? (Rufus pushes the butcher into the street.) The butcher’s is mine now.”
Butcher: “That shop is all I have!”
(Rufus punches the butcher in the stomach, then pushes him to the ground. He bends down and grabs the butcher’s collar.)
Rufus: “You’ve got to go now, all right? Believe me, it gets worse if you don’t.” (The butcher scrambles away and Rufus walks over to the chest, counting purses.)

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Locksley Manor. Interior.
(Gladstone and Marian are discussing the latest news on Gisborne.)
Gladstone: “The doctor says his condition has vastly improved.”
Marian: “And the quarantine?”
Gladstone: “Removed, but master is still not receiving visitors at the moment I’m afraid.”
(Marian sighs and glances up the stairs.)
Marian: “Very well. Here. (She hands Gladstone a small package.) It’s something to add colour to his wardrobe once the colour in his cheeks has returned.”
(Gladstone smiles and takes the package. Their attention is captured by the commotion coming from outside. Marian takes one last glance up the stairs then heads quickly for the door. Gladstone places the package on the foot of the stairs and follows her outside.)
Locksley Village.
(Rufus is striding through the village making his presence felt. Again, the guards are shaking down people for money that they simply do not have. From outside their home Dan and Will Scarlett look on disgusted.)

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Bassam’s House. Main Room.
(At the table, Bassam and his guests are seated on large cushions around the low, round table. Robin and Much sit opposite Bassam.)
Bassam: “Bismallah.” (Reaches for bread.)
Robin: “Bismallah.”
Much: “Bismallah.”
(Much starts eating, but Robin speaks in Arabic to Bassam.)
Bassam: (Impressed:) “You speak our language.”
Robin: (Chuckles as he lays his arms on the table. Amicably:) “Well, you speak mine. Seems only fair. (Bassam and Much each put a bite into their mouths. Solemnly:) I need to find our king.”
Bassam: (Nods:) “Why should I help you?”
Robin: “Because his life is in danger.”
(Robin looks down as Bassam speaks.)
Bassam: “You want to save him so that he can continue waging war against our people?”
Robin: “I need him to know that I had nothing to do with the attack against him. I believe he thinks my dream was more than coincidence.”
Bassam: “Dream? You saw that the attack would occur in a dream? (Robin nods.) Sounds more like a prophesy to me.”
Robin: “I am no prophet.”
Bassam: “Perhaps. Have you had any other ‘dreams’ before or since? (Robin says nothing but his mind wanders to his earlier vision of Marian. The vividness of it equally as strong as the one he had of the Saracen attack. Bassam smiles as he takes Robin’s silence as affirmation.) I think there is something special about you, Robin.”
(Bassam looks around at both of them. Robin raises his head fully.)
Robin: (Sincerely:) “Please.”
Bassam: (Thinks a moment and relents.) “His camp is to the north. I’ll
show you… in the morning.”
Robin: (Nods.) “Thank you.”
Bassam: (Waves it off:) “I can visit my niece while I’m there, she’s in the same area.”
Meanwhile. To The North…
(Nasir rides through the desert towards a small gathering of tents in a remote valley. Dismounting from his horse he heads for the heart of the camp. A group of men stand watching him.)
Nasir: “I’m looking for your leader. The man they call Djaq.”
(The men mutter amongst themselves and then the crowd parts as a lone figure makes their way to the front. Her hair short and clothing distinctly male, it is nonetheless unmistakably Safiyya.)
Safiyya: “I am Djaq.”
Nasir: (Amused:) “You’re a tough group to track down.”
Djaq: “In our line of work, being mobile is a necessity.”
Nasir: (Nods:) “Your network of spies are impressive. Your information about the King’s camp served us well.”
Djaq: “Not well enough it seems. The King still lives.”
Nasir: “That was…regrettable. Their forces were stronger than we anticipated. Next time we will simply bring more men.”
Djaq: “You’re planning another attack?”
Nasir: “My employers will not be deterred by one failed attempt. I trust I can rely on you and your men to supply us with the knowledge we need?”
Djaq: (Looks around at her men and smiles:) “Just give us time.”

Suspicious Minds (pt. 14)

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King’s Camp. Later That Morning.
(Robin is in the healer’s tent having his injuries treated. The King is pacing up and down angrily, demanding answers.)
King Richard: “This is what you saw wasn’t it, in your dream? (Robin, his head down, nods silently.) I don’t believe it, how could this have happened right under my nose? It’s almost as if they knew we were celebrating the night before.”
Robin: “It’s well known we have spies in camp, Sire. The natives you keep as servants would see us all destroyed.”
King Richard: (Dismissively:) “No, no. They want us to liberate them from Saladin as much as we do. No, (Continuing to pace.) this is part of something bigger, something planned and well thought out. How else could they have got that close to killing the Lionheart!”
(Much and Robin exchange looks at the conceited ramblings of the King.)
Robin: (Delicately:) “Sire, you ordered the celebration, the men were drinking heavily all night. For goodness sake the singing could be heard for miles around. One of the servants must have snuck off and told some of their friends and they attacked us when our defences were low.”
King Richard: (Stubbornly refusing to see sense:) “No, there is more to this than meets the eye. There’s a conspiracy I tell you. And your dreams? Ha! Schemes more like!”
Robin & Much: “Sire!”
King Richard: (Not listening:) “Oh I will get to the bottom of this, mark my words. This will not go unpunished.”
(Rambling the King exits the tent.)
Much: (Turning to Robin:) “You don’t really think he suspects you were involved in this do you?”
Robin: (Shaking his head.) “No, he’s just shaken. His ego has been bruised, a direct attack on himself was probably the last thing he expected.”
Much: “Well, he better not suspect you, else I may just switch sides.”
Robin: (Shaking his head:) “Yeah, that’ll show him.”
Much: (Not catching Robin’s sarcasm:) “Yeah. I have a good mind to tell him exactly what I think of him and his accusations!”
Robin: “Shhh. Keep your voice down. Richard’s wound up enough as it is. Just let it go, Much.”
(Much says nothing, folding his arms in exasperation.)

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Nottingham. Sherwood Forest.
(Will watches from a low hanging branch of a tree as Marian makes her way through the forest, having evaded the castle guards. Dropping down silently from the tree so as not to startle her, Will walks down the ridge to meet Marian.)
Will: “Do you get away all right?”
Marian: (Smiling, still a little out of breath:) “Yeah, it was close for a while though.”
Will: “The guards never come into the woods if they can help it, they don’t want to get lost and spend a night here. Bunch of babies.”
Marian: “Thank you, Will. For back at the barn, that could’ve got dicey.”
Will: (Awkwardly scratching the back of his head:) “Oh, well yeah. Y-you’re welcome, Milady.”
Marian: (Laughs:) “Will I definitely think the days of you calling me Milady are over.”
Will: “Yeah, sorry Marian.”
(Marian regards him a moment then moves closer to him. Stretching up on tiptoes she kisses him gently on the cheek.)
Marian: “You were very brave today, Will. But I can’t have you following me like that again, you can’t be seen to be helping me in anyway.”
Will: “But they’re after you, it’s too dangerous alone. What about Rufus?”
Marian: “You let me worry about Rufus, you just make sure you’re there for your brother and father.”
(The sound of hoofbeats can be heard from over the ridge and Marian and Will seek refuge behind some trees. Rufus and the guards ride into the clearing.)
Rufus: (Holds up his arm.) “Halt! They could be anywhere. Search the area. (Rufus motions forward with his hand and the guards move on. Rufus looks around, trying to gauge where the Nightwatchman could be.) You think you can play me that easy?! This isn’t over, Nightwatchman. I will find you. You and your accomplice! You hear me?!”
(When there’s no sight or sound forthcoming from his prey, the taxman turns his horse around and heads back towards Nottingham.)

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Nasir’s Camp. Acre.
(Gisborne, back in his leathers, approaches Nasir with an incredulous look on his face.)
Gisborne: “What do you mean that’s it?”
Nasir: “Just what I said, we’re finished.”
Gisborne: “But the King still lives, Locksley still lives.”
Nasir: “Locksley? I know of no Locksley. I was hired to attack your King.”
Gisborne: “And you have yet to complete your task.”
Nasir: “No, you are wrong, my friend. We agreed that we would come up with a plan and when the time was right we would strike. My associates and I have upheld our end of the bargain.”
Gisborne: (Frustrated beyond words:) “How can you…for the love of…THE KING STILL LIVES!”
Nasir: “Yesss, that is unfortunate. But ultimately not my problem. (Nasir clicks his fingers and Karim steps forward imposingly.) You hired us to commit one assault on your King, the fact that he still lives is immaterial. One payment, one attack, that’s the deal.”
Gisborne: “But how can you just…”
Nasir: “It is the way things are done here, Gisborne. You should learn to barter better next time.”
Gisborne: (Throwing up his hands:) “Fine, thanks for nothing!”
(Gisborne turns to leave but is pull back my Karim’s giant hand on his shoulder.)
Nasir: “There’s still the matter of our payment Guy of Gisborne. When can we be expecting that, please?”
(Gisborne looks to Karim who’s expression is one of a man who’s best not argued with.)
Gisborne: (Slowly:) “You’ll get it. By night fall you’ll get it all.”
Nasir: “Be sure that we do, English man. We are mercenaries after all.”
Karim: (Snarling down at Gisborne:) “And mercenaries get paid.”
(At Nasir’s nod, Karim releases Gisborne who, slowly and with great caution, backs out of Nasir’s tent.)

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Knighton Hall. Evening.
(Marian has bathed and dressed and is about to head downstairs to help with dinner when she hears voices coming from below. Curiously she walks down the stairs into the main room.)
Rufus: “Ah, Lady Marian, looking pretty as ever.”
Marian: “Rufus, to what do we owe this most unexpected visit?”
Rufus: (Snacking on something from a bowl:) “As I was saying to Sir Edward, there was another incident involving the Nightwatchman earlier today.”
Marian: (Feigning surprise:) “Good gracious, are you all right?”
Rufus: (Taking his feet off the table and getting up, Waving off Marian’s concern:) “Oh, just a few scrapes, I’ll live.”
Marian: (Under her breath:) “I’m thrilled.”
Rufus: “What was that?”
Marian: (Thinking quickly:) “I said you could’ve been killed.”
Rufus: (Smirking at her:) “Yes, I thought that’s what you said. (Edward glances at Marian who smiles demurely at her father.) Anyway, what with this dangerous criminal on the loose I’ve advised the Sheriff to take extra precautions with those most vulnerable to the Nightwatchman’s antics.”
Marian: “What does that mean?”
Rufus: (Pointing at her:) “I’m glad you asked! You see I could not live with myself if anything were to happen to either of you. So, from tomorrow I have assigned two guards to keep watch over Knighton Hall.”
Marian: (Balking at the idea:) “Thank you, Rufus but I hardly think that’s necessary.”
Rufus: “Oh, but I do, Milady. Now, don’t worry they won’t be any nuisance to you, in fact I expect you’ll hardly notice that they’re around. (Walking to stand behind Edward, with cold eyes directed at Marian.) But they will be. Watching.”
(Marian doesn’t back down as Rufus glares at her behind Edward’s back.)
Rufus: (Changing his demeanor completely:) “So! (Clapping his hands together:) That’s all I really wanted to say, just thought I’d come by personally and tell you the good news. (As Edward starts to stand.) Oh no, Sir Edward please keep your seat. Marian will show me out.”
(Marian forces a smile and leads Rufus out of the house.)
Knighton Hall. Exterior.
(Rufus walks closely behind Marian and leans down to breathe in her ear:)
Rufus: “I know who you are, Marian. I’ve known since the beginning but I just haven’t been able to catch you in the act.”
Marian: “I-I don’t know what you mean.”
Rufus: “Oh, you’re good. Very good. But don’t worry, I will catch you. And when I do I won’t be merciful. No, your punishment will long and painful. So painful that you’ll be begging me for mercy. Begging for me to- (The door swings open as Edward stands in the doorway. Waving pleasantly:) Goodnight, Sir Edward!”
(Rufus turns and steps off the porch into the night, leaving Marian shaken by this latest revelation.)

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Nasir’s Camp. Night.
(Gisborne hands over a sack filled with gold and other items of great importance.)
Nasir: (Unwraps a flat round of marble.) “Salah ad-Din’s royal seal. (Sceptically:) Where did you get this?”
Gisborne: (Sneering:) “That’s immaterial. All you need know is that I have friends in high places.”
Nasir: “Very high places indeed if they can acquire something like this.”
Gisborne: “We’re even then?”
Nasir: “Oh, yes indeed, Sir Gisborne.”
Gisborne: “Good. Now where’s the fastest route out of this damned desert?”
Nasir: (Inspecting the other items in the bag:) “They are all this generous, your friends?”
Gisborne: “Generally it depends on the level of service they receive. (Leans in close.) Just imagine what you would have received if you had done your job as intended.”
(Gisborne walks off, leaving Nasir to wonder just how powerful the leather-clad man and his allies really are.)

Saracen Attack (pt. 13)

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Nottingham Town. Night.
(The town is eerily quiet. The only sound is that of the hoofbeats of the Nightwatchman’s horse as it makes it’s way from house to house. Stopping only a moment to leave a parcel of food to those unfortunate souls gathered in a doorway, the Nightwatchman’s route is well travelled. Appearing from behind a corner some distance away is Rufus who watches with great interest as the masked outlaw makes their rounds. As the horse is about to turn a corner, Rufus silently follows.)

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Acre. The Holy Land. The King’s camp. Dawn.
(One of King Richard’s guards falls to the sand, dead, as four Saracens gripping scimitars run towards the camp. Robin, his back to the tent wall of fine netting, and Much, opposite him, are asleep as another Crusader soldier engages one of the intruders. Robin’s eyes open at the sound of swords clanging. He flips his head around towards the noise and sees them battling, then scrambles to his feet, grabbing his longbow and some arrows as he runs out of the tent calling to Much.)
Robin: “Much! Saracen raid! The King’s under attack! Much!”
(Much grabs his sword and jumps to his feet.)

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(Outside, the intruders are cutting down the Crusader sentries and making their way in with relative ease. Robin runs to an open spot and falls to his knees as he slams the arrow points into the sand and picks one up to nock into his bow. He aims quickly, shoots down a running Saracen, then grabs his arrows, jumps over a large bundle and runs further into the camp as another Crusader goes down. Robin reaches another open spot, again falls to his knees, slams arrow points into the sand and shoots a Saracen chasing a Crusader, then a third as he runs past. The fourth Saracen comes up unnoticed behind Robin and stabs him in the left side of the chest with a knife.)

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(Robin screams and goes down on his other side as the lone surviving Saracen runs off. Robin gets to his knees and nocks one last arrow as Much comes running.)
Much: “Master!!! (Robin shoots at the last Saracen just as the intruder is about to enter the King’s tent, but he misses. The Saracen stops and glances at Robin, then ducks inside. Robin falls down again in pain, clutching his side, as Much reaches him, dropping his sword in front of Robin.) Master! You’re wounded!“
Robin: (Breathlessly:) “Get help. The King’s tent. (Picks up Much’s sword.) Now. (Much doesn’t move.) Now!”
(Much scrambles off as Robin uses Much’s sword to help himself to his feet.)

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(He rushes into the King’s tent just as the Saracen is raising his sword to thrust it down at the sleeping King.)
Robin: “Your Majesty!!!”
(Robin uses all his strength to turn the sword from its path, then elbows the intruder in the ribs. The Saracen falls back. Robin goes after him with an overhead blow, but the intruder rolls away from the blade. Robin wildly swings again, and the stranger dodges it. Robin blocks the Saracen’s thrusting move, then swings at his chest as his foe throws himself back and swings low. Robin deftly blocks, pulls his sword back, ducks the Saracen’s swing and comes up throwing a punch at the intruder’s jaw. He charges the Saracen, grabs his right arm and draws his sword across it, cutting through the sleeve and a distinctive black wolverine tattoo beneath it. The Saracen runs out as Robin winces and hangs on to a tent pole.)

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Nottingham Town. Stables.
(Marian leads her horse for the night into the stables. After Will Scarlett recognised her mare, she has been borrowing other horses surreptitiously from various stables. Just as she returns the horse to her stall, she hears the barn doors slam shut behind her. She spins around to see Rufus smiling at her.)
Rufus: “All done for the night? My, we have been busy haven’t we? (Pushing himself off from the door and approaching.) You know I’ve been waiting a long time for this moment. (They begin to circle each other.) Just you and me. Gives us a chance to talk. (Marian’s eyes dart around as she searches for another way out.) Hm, what’s that? Not a big talker? Oh well. (Rufus draws his sword.) We’ll just have to let our blades do the speaking for us.”
(Marian’s eyes widen and, for the briefest of moments, flash up to the loft above Rufus. Rufus catches the look and turns just in time to see a sack headed right for him. Will jumps down from the loft and puts a sack over Rufus’ head. Rufus falls to the floor under Will’s weight. Wordlessly Marian runs over and grabs Will, pulling him away from danger. Rufus roars in anger, getting to his feet and swinging his sword wildly, the sack still over his head. Marian and Will run to the barn doors and bolt them shut.)

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Barn Exterior.
(As Rufus bangs on the doors from inside the barn, some castle guards spot them.)
Guard: “Oi, stop! It’s the Nightwatchman!”
(Will turns to Marian.)
Will: “Split up and head for the woods. Stay there till you lose them.”
(Marian nods and heads quickly down a side alley. Will watches her go as the guards charge past him running after the Nightwatchman. Will turns and runs unseen in the opposite direction just moments before Rufus comes bursting angrily out of the stables. His eyes wide with fury he turns in all directions looking for the outlaw. He roars in frustration and heads toward an approaching mounted guard. Jogging up to him Rufus shoves the guard off the horse, mounts the animal himself and heads off in pursuit.)

What Dreams May Come (pt. 12)

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Nottingham. Locksley Manor. One Month Later.
(Gladstone is wiping down the table top as Marian paces by the doorway.)
Marian: “But it’s been weeks, surely there must be something we can do?”
Gladstone: “I’ve tried to see him myself Milady but it’s no use. The doctor insists that no one have contact with Sir Guy.”
Marian: “Perhaps we need a second opinion? What if I fetched Matilda? Maybe she-”
Pitts: (Descending the stairs:) “I’m afraid that won’t do any good, Lady Marian.”
(Marian turns towards the physician as he reaches the bottom of the stairs and hands the tray with the empty food bowl to Gladstone.)
Marian: “Why not? What illness does he have?”
Pitts: (Smiling kindly:) “That…is difficult to say. His symptoms are varied from fever, contagion, hallucinations. He is very ill, he’s lucky to be alive.”
Marian: (Concerned:) “May I see him?”
Pitts: (Resolutely:) “No, I’m afraid not. The quarantine is for everyone’s safety and protection. The herbs I’m giving him treat his pain enough so that he may rest. Please…(Pitts motions for Marian to follow him out the door.) Bed rest and home cooked meals are the best medicine for him right now. All we can do is wait until his fever breaks.”
Locksley Manor. Exterior.
(Marian glances up at the Master’s window with a pensive expression then back to Pitts.)
Marian: “Thank you, doctor.”
Pitts: “I know that he appreciates your concern.”
(Marian nods and walks back toward Knighton as Pitts watches as…)
Cut To:
The Holy Land.
(We zoom in on a mean looking tattoo on the arm of a man. The body art is quickly covered up as he puts on his leather coat and exits the tent.)

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Camp Exterior.
(Nasir turns and walks towards the man as he exits the tent. As he straightens up we finally see that is is Gisborne.)
Nasir: “How did it go?”
Gisborne: (Frowning, rubbing his arm:) “Fine. Nobody told me I had to paint my body in order to be accepted around here.”
Nasir: (Smirks:) “It is the only way to be sure we can trust you, and now you are one of us.”
(Gisborne glances behind him at the well-muscled man behind him then back to Nasir.)
Gisborne: “Indeed.”
Nasir: “How are you enjoying that Arabian leather, huh? You won’t find anything like that in England.”
Gisborne:
(Looking down at his new clothes:) “It’s definitely my colour. Although
I think for our plan to work I’ll need something a bit more…native.”
Nasir: “Ah yes, of course. Worry not, Karim will see that you are…properly attired.”
(Gisborne turns back to the imposing figure behind him who motions for Gisborne to follow.)
The Kings Camp. Acre.
(Robin and Much are sat discussing Robin’s latest dream.)
Robin: “But it was so vivid, Much. My heart is racing just thinking about it.”
Much: “It was only a dream, Robin.”
Robin: “I know that, but there was something to it, it felt more like…”
Much: (Prodding as Robin tails off:) “Like a vision? (Smiling:) Now you’re a prophet?”
Robin: “No…I just…I’ve got a bad feeling about it, that’s all.”
(Seeing that his friend is truly troubled.)
Much: “Well if you feel that strongly about it, maybe you should tell the King?”
Robin: (Scoffs:) “And have him think the heat has finally got to my head?”
Much:
“The heat and everything else about this dust bowl of a country will
get to you if you don’t sleep. Tell Richard what you’ve seen and at
least you can say you warned him. What’s the worst that can happen? He
sends us home?”
(Robin quirks an eyebrow at this and considers the point.)

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Nottingham Castle. Accounting room.
(The Sheriff is bent over a desk, his hands on his head. Rufus barges in and slams the chest down on the table next to the Sheriff, startling him.)
Sheriff: “Argh!”
Rufus: “Taxes.”
(Rufus steps back. The Sheriff looks greedily at the chest and opens it.)
Sheriff: “Ah!” (Puts the fingers of both hands in his mouth.)
Rufus: “Adding a little happy to your day?”
Sheriff: “Yes. Oh, yes, very good. (Pulls out a purse and opens it.) Very
good. You have a distinct talent for this.”
(The Sheriff places a purse on the table next to Scrope and sets two more by it. Scrope dumps one out on the table to count it.)
Rufus: “Well, as long as the Sheriff gets what the Sheriff wants. (The Sheriff ignores him and counts the coins. Rufus paces behind him.) Did I ever tell you my father lived in Nottingham? He lived here his whole life.”
Sheriff: “How very pleasant for him.”
Rufus: “I didn’t respect him much, but he inspired me. To go out, see the world, join an army, fight among real men. Not a single day when I don’t think about him.”
Sheriff: “Oh, how very moving. (Opens another purse.) La-di-da-di-da.
(Sees money.) Oh!”
Rufus: “My point, Sheriff, is that I don’t want to spend my whole life in one place. I don’t want a regular job – despite how good I am at it.”
Scrope: “Very good!”
Sheriff: (Rolling his eyes:) “Then what is it you do what, Rufus, hm?”
Rufus: “I’m a soldier, a mercenary for hire! Let me be the one who takes the lead in hunting down the Nightwatchman.”
Sheriff: “Oh, not this again. You are far too valuable an asset to waste on chasing down one man. I have already made him an outlaw and offered a reward for his capture. The longer the people continue to starve the higher the chances of someone turning him in, you’ll see.”
Rufus: “It has been a month and yet nothing!”
Scrope: “We could raise the reward?”
(The Sheriff glares at Scrope, who shuts up.)
Rufus: (Imploringly:) “Don’t you see? The people love this outlaw, they’ll never turn him in.”
Sheriff: (Sighs:) “You believe you can bring the Nightwatchman to justice and still do your job as Nottingham’s tax collector?”
Rufus: “Without a doubt.”
Sheriff: “Oh, very well. If it’ll make you happy.”
(The Sheriff continues to pour gold onto the table in front of him as Rufus gives an evil smirk, then leaves.)

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Knighton Hall. Stables. Dusk.
(Marian walks in wearing leather and adjusting her cloak. As she pulls up her mask there is a small creaking sound over by the barn door. Looking towards it she quickly draws her sword in a panic.)
Marian: “Who’s there? Show yourself!”
Will: (Nervously, walking into view with hands raised:) “I..er..it’s Will.”
(Marian relaxes and lowers her sword. She is relieved but chagrined at having been caught out.)
Marian: “Will, what are you doing here?”
Will: “I..I just wanted to thank you. F-for the food and everything. Things haven’t been easy since mum passed and-”
Marian: “How did you know it was me?”
Will: “Oh I’d know you anywhere. (Realising what he’s just said, blushing furiously:) I-I mean your horse! I mean I recognised her and-”
Marian: (Taking pity on him, pulling down her mask:) “That’s very sweet. You’re welcome for the food. I’m just glad you’re not one of the Sheriff’s men. (Will nods and takes a deep breath.) Does anyone else know?”
Will: “No. My dad and Luke talk about the Nightwatchman almost every day and they have no clue. Luke thinks you’re a guardian angel, which is hard to argue with. (Again getting flustered:) I mean he thinks the Nightwatchman is an angel, not you. Not that you’re not angelic or anything but-”
(Marian reaches out and places a soothing hand on Will’s arm. Much like she would a skittish horse.)
Marian: (Smiling:) “It’s OK, Will. (Will closes his eyes and nods.) Do you think you can keep my secret for me?”
Will: (Opening his eyes:) “Of course, I’d never tell anyone!”
Marian: (Sincerely:) “Thank you.”
Will: (Smiles:) “Don’t mention it.”

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The Holy Land. The King’s Tent.
(Robin sits looking down at his feet having just told the King about his dream.)
King Richard: (Chuckling:) “And you weren’t going to mention this to me? (Robin shakes his head.) Robin, it’s natural for you to be haunted by our experiences here. We battle for our lives every day on our quest to free Jerusalem.”
Robin: “That’s what I’m trying to tell you, Sire. This wasn’t a nightmare. This wasn’t me being haunted by my actions. This was a warning.”
King Richard: “A warning? Robin, no one believes in your prowess as a warrior more than I but do not believe your skills extend to fortune telling.”
Robin: “Your majesty-”
King Richard: “No, enough of this Robin. I’ll near no more talk of dreams. (Richard walks over to the entrance to his tent and looks out at the men under his command.) I believe that this is a sign (As Robin looks to him.) but not in the way that you think. No, I believe this is a sign that I’ve been pushing you all too hard. I realise battle fatigue gets to us all in the end. Therefore tonight, I am ordering a celebration. A chance for all of us to let our collective hair down. Tonight we shall eat, drink and be merry for we are winning this war, my friend! Saladin is on the ropes and Jerusalem is within our grasp!”
Robin: “Yes, Sire.”
King Richard: “Come, Robin, let’s inform the men together.”
(Robin sighs and stares into space a moment then stands and joins the King as he leaves the tent.)
Nasir’s Camp.
(Nasir walks into the room where Gisborne is seated.)
Nasir: “I’ve just had word from one of my spies in the King’s camp. It seems the crusaders are having a celebration tonight. So you know what this means?”
Gisborne: “Plans have changed. (Slowly raising his head to look up at Nasir, determinedly:) We attack at dawn.”