Robin and Marian Page #2
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- 1976
- 106 min
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by my father!
Take something, Robin.
Nothing, sire.
Oh, he sulks.
He pouts. He gives his life
to Richard, and he's sorry.
You don't know sorrow.
I was a king.
My mother...
She'll be 80 soon, the b*tch.
I've sent for her.
Do you think she'll come?
Bucket.
Clever fellow, death is.
I've tried to find him on my terms.
God knows I've tried.
Ask for something, damn you!
It's too late.
There's nothing left.
There's still your life.
You take me as an equal.
You always did.
I'll carve you yet,
you peasant bastard.
Mercadier!
My sword!
While I'm still king of England,
I'll...
Richard!
Richard. Richard, it's me.
I know it's you.
You couldn't leave me, could you?
You're free of me.
I'll let you go.
What will you do without me now,
jolly Robin...
...now I'm dead?
That's that.
What now?
We watched him die. He saw us there.
He won't mind if we miss the funeral.
Where do we go? Which way?
North.
Why north?
England's there.
Let's go home, John.
There she is!
I'll race you. Come on!
- You sure?
- Of course I'm sure.
This way.
- A lot of thorns can grow in 20 years.
- I know these woods.
Good place to pass the night.
We're going through.
What's that?
- Deer.
- Deer?
Someone's seen us. Come on.
I can see it!
- I can't even see you.
- That's the top of my tree.
I told you this was the way.
There's nothing left.
What did you expect to find?
I don't know. I never thought...
John!
Quick, Robin.
There!
All right, boy.
Jesus, Rob, mine's an old man!
Rob, Rob... Robin?
It's me, Tuck. Tuck and Will!
Will? Will!
Robin! You've come home!
And evil Prince John
Took one look at his sword
And fled to his castle
And prayed to the Lord
Follow him, follow him
Bloody and brave
I'll follow bold Robin
From here to the grave
They've turned us into heroes.
You didn't make it up?
I don't know where they come from.
They're everywhere.
We go from town to town.
How do you make a living?
While I take confessions...
...he takes the horses.
Everywhere we go they want to hear
about your deeds.
We didn't do them.
I know that.
I think I'll go to Barnesdale
in the morning. See my dad.
He died, John. Years ago.
Wouldn't have known me anyway.
What happened here?
Did Marian...?
Is she still alive?
Last time we passed Nottingham.
Lovely girl.
Haven't thought of her in years.
And the sheriff?
Still rules the county,
as powerful as ever.
Those were good days, fighting him.
What about the rest of us?
They died or went away.
When the Crusades ended
and you didn't come again...
...we took you to be dead.
Like Richard.
Aye, Richard, well...
I mean, King John must be mad.
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