Dr. Syn, Alias the Scarecrow
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- Year:
- 1963
- 98 min
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CHORUS:
Scarecrow!Scarecrow!
The soldiers of the King
feared his name
Scarecrow
MAN:
On the southern coastof England
There's a legend people
tell of days long ago
When the great Scarecrow
would ride from the jaws
of hell
And laugh
With a fiendish yell
With his clothes
all torn and tattered
Through the black
of night he'd ride
From the marsh to the coast
like a demon ghost
He'd show his face then hide
And he'd laugh
Till he split his side
Scarecrow! Scarecrow!
Scarecrow! Scarecrow!
The soldiers of the King
feared his name
Scarecrow! Scarecrow!
Scarecrow! Scarecrow!
The country folk
all loved him just the same
Scarecrow!
He would always
help the farmer
When there was
no gold to bring
He'd find a way
for the poor to pay
the taxes of the King
Scarecrow!
Every man would sing
So the King told
all his soldiers
Hang him high
or hang him low
But never return
till the day I learn
he's gone in flames below
Or you'll hang with
the great Scarecrow
Scarecrow! Scarecrow!
Scarecrow! Scarecrow!
The soldiers of the King
feared his name
Scarecrow! Scarecrow!
Scarecrow! Scarecrow!
The country folk
all loved him just the same
Scarecrow! Scarecrow!
Scarecrow!
(HORSE NICKERING)
Load up and away, lads.
We'll tweak King
George's nose.
Hurry, hurry,
or I'll lose
the tide. Come on.
He gives me
the shudders.
Do what he says.
That's the whole cargo,
Monsieur Scarecrow.
Your payment, Captain.
Horsemen on the sea
road, Scarecrow.
Excise men.
Douse the lights and go.
You all know your orders.
Hellspite, Curlew,
follow me.
(ALL URGING HORSES)
(NEIGHING)
(CACKLING)
It's him. The Scarecrow.
After him!
There's nobody
hiding in here,
sir.
We headed them
this way.
They must be
around somewhere.
They've vanished.
What are they,
ghosts?
Oh, no, they were
real enough, sir.
But where the
devil are they?
LEAD EXCISE MAN:
Search the place again.
All right, men.
We'll give it up.
There's nobody here.
They've gone.
They're miles away
from where our lads
should be by now.
Light the lantern.
It's the reward
for your capture
they're after, sir.
Not the contraband
we landed.
Mmm.
John, give us
five minutes'
start.
If you don't hear
any shooting,
then you two can
go on your way.
My lord...
Hmm?
I can't understand
why you'd allow
riffraff like this
in your coach.
Christian charity knows
no social barriers,
my dear General.
The man seemed
ill and tired
and asked my help.
General Pugh's right
though, my lord.
You take chances.
The Gentlemen at nights.
"Gentlemen"?
That's what they
call the smugglers
in these parts, sir.
Pack of scoundrels,
I'd give them,
gentlemen.
Eh?
I've my briefing here
from the War Office and
Customs and Excise.
We have plans to smash
these Gentlemen, my lord.
Well, the whole countryside
protects them, General.
Their friends are
everywhere. I don't
envy you your task.
No, I relish it.
The law enforcement's
been too slack down here.
You'll see a change,
I promise you.
(TRUMPET BLOWING)
Halt there,
in the King's name.
COACHMAN:
Whoa.Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What's this? Why are
we stopping, hmm?
We're looking for a...
Sir. General, sir.
Well, what are
you looking for,
Sergeant?
An escaped prisoner, sir.
Convicted for preaching
treason.
Was to be hanged at Dover
in the morning, but he...
He got away, sir.
Treason?
Yeah, an American,
from the Colonies,
my lord.
You, there.
There he is.
After him!
(GUNSHOTS)
(GRUNTS)
SERGEANT:
Jeffrey, over there.
Search the bushes.
MAN:
Go on, get up!SOLDIER:
No signof him, Corporal.
SERGEANT:
But hecan't be far away.
Try over there!
MAN:
Heave ho!Come on, get up!
SERGEANT:
Go on, you.Take the stream.
(SERGEANT EXCLAIMING)
(URGING HORSE)
GENERAL PUGH:
Mr. Brackenbury.
No sign of him,
Mr. Brackenbury?
No, sir.
The impertinent rogue.
Sergeant,
continue
the search.
Sir. Forward!
Here you are, Vicar.
Sixty-eight kegs of brandy
and 19 bales of silk.
Captain Delacroix.
On Thursday it's the
Dutchman's turn to deliver.
We are doing well,
Sexton.
Why do you go
on taking these
chances, Vicar?
You're not getting
rich on it.
And since they don't
know, the parish
don't thank you.
Well, they can live
and clothe themselves
and their children,
and pay the taxes
in a countryside
bled white by the
King's Parliament
which represents
them, and which buys
and sells votes
as if they were
dealing in cattle.
Ah, you can't change
the way of the world,
Vicar.
No? Unjust laws can
be altered, as well
as made, by men.
There's a new spirit
in the world, Mipps.
Taxed out of existence,
robbed of their
independence by
the King's Government,
the people must fight
back how they can.
Men can't beat
armies, sir.
Ideas can.
Faith can move mountains.
What we're doing here
is just a pinprick,
but a thousand pinpricks
put together will...
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
Who's that?
Who are you,
stranger?
Gently, Mipps.
(PANTING)
Dr. Syn, Mother
Hathaway sent
me, sir.
There are troops out
searching for me.
Why? What have
you done?
You're American,
are you not?
Yes, sir.
I've been branded
a traitor
and sentenced to death
for preaching sedition.
You should know this
because I ask
for sanctuary.
Sedition?
That's what
King George
calls our wish
for freedom and
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