Voyagers! s01e10 Episode Script

People all over the world are counting on me to make this flight.
Mrs.
Lindbergh, how does it feel knowing this may be the last time you'll see your son alive? Bogg, he's not going to make it.
Look out! You're really Little John and Friar Tuck? That's right.
JEFFREY: And there really is a Robin Hood? Halt! Ready? Quick, over there! Fire! BOGG: We travel through time to help history along, give it a push where it's needed.
Bogg! BOGG: When the Omni's red, it means history's wrong.
Our job's to get everything back on track.
Green light, kid! We did it! (COUGHING) (COUGHING) (WIND WHISTLING) Bat's breath! Spilled my guava whip.
What are you laughing about? And what's the big idea Omniing us out of Hawaii? I wasn't ready to leave.
Our vacation was over.
In case you didn't notice, I was having a very intimate conversation with a girl in a grass skirt.
I noticed.
BOGG: Well, did you also notice how beautiful she was, how sweet, how innocent How married.
Married? Married.
To a tribal chiefsman.
She was wife number 18.
Eighteen! That doesn't seem fair.
A guy with 18 wives.
He also had a couple of hundred warriors who were giving you the evil eye.
Yeah, they were looking at me kind of funny, huh? JEFFREY: Like the way they look just before they attack? BOGG: Yeah, well England, 1194.
(OMNI BEEPING) Go away, or my next arrow will find your heart.
This guy has a funny way of saying hello.
MAN: Leave! Go on! We better get out of here, Bogg.
Go! Old guy looks like he needs some help.
Then why did he shoot at us? He's probably afraid.
Hey, it's okay.
We just want to help.
I don't want your help.
Go! Hey, kid.
Yeah, Bogg? This old guy's a real good shot.
You still think he needs us? Yeah, for target practice.
Let's get out of here.
(COUGHING) Bogg, we've been walking for hours.
Do you have any idea what we're supposed to be doing? You're asking me? This is great.
We're stuck in the middle of some forest with a red Omni, and don't have any idea what we're doing.
Well, something somewhere in England is wrong.
All we can do is find it.
Yeah, well, we better find it soon.
My feet didn't come with a warranty.
You know, Bogg, the Omni dropped us near that old man.
Maybe he was important.
And did you want to stick around and find out? You there, make way for a better man.
We were on this bridge first.
Yeah, you should step back.
You'll be the one stepping back.
Or I'll tan your hide until it's as many colors as a beggar's cloak.
Hey, don't talk to my kid that way.
Why don't you do something about it? Or would you be a coward? Just push him off, John, and be done with it.
We haven't eaten yet.
No, good Friar.
I think this lad's ripe for a contest of staffs.
Lend him yours.
As you wish.
But do hurry, my stomach's beginning to speak to me in strange tongues.
Listen, Goliath, why don't you just step back.
I don't want to fight you.
You don't have a choice.
Okay, if that's the way you want it.
Step back, kid, I gotta teach this guy not to mess with a voyager.
Bogg, be careful.
He looks like an ape in a man's suit.
Come on, Bogg! You can beat this guy! Not bad, sir.
You're a fighter.
Not as good a one as me.
We'll see about that.
Well, he's a dancer, John.
Now let's find out if he's a swimmer.
Come on, he's a chump! That's it! Come on, get him! Again! Look out! (EXCLAIMS) (JOHN LAUGHING) (SIGHS) Good move.
JEFFREY: Enjoy your bath? It's about time you had one.
You really taught him not to mess with a voyager.
JOHN: Good fight.
I respect any man who can swing a staff like that.
Yes, indeed.
We could have used a man like you.
My friends call me Little John.
And this is Friar Tuck.
I'm Phineas Bogg.
Jeffrey Jones.
You're really Little John and Friar Tuck? That's right.
And this is Sherwood Forest? Of course.
And there really is a Robin Hood? There used to be.
Bogg, my dad told me that Robin Hood was just a myth.
He said if the legends were true at all, they were based on some guy named Robert Hood.
Right.
Robin's real name was Robert.
He changed it when he became an outlaw.
Wasn't he the guy that robbed from the rich and gave to the poor? Before he ran out on us.
Now, John, don't be so hard.
Robin was one time the hero of all England.
Too much ale has made you soft, Friar Tuck! Well, if your Robin's anything like the Robin I've heard about, he couldn't have done anything that bad.
He ran out in the middle of an attack from Prince John's men.
We beat them off, but after it was over, Robin was gone.
Doesn't sound like the Robin I've heard about, either.
When he left, he took our hearts with him.
No one had the desire to go on fighting Prince John or his sheriff.
Now they have a free and evil hand.
JOHN: England's no longer a fit place to live.
We're on our way to France.
And if you have any desire to live, you'll go as well.
Couldn't Robin have been killed or captured by Prince John? JOHN: We would have heard.
Everyone knew of Robin.
And now they hate him.
Not I.
And not you, I think.
He was the bravest man we ever met.
No to say, an archer without peer.
Well, I don't know about that.
We met an old man in the woods today that could give him a run for his money.
The guy could barely stand up but he shot an arrow straighter than I've ever seen.
An old man, you say? Well, we didn't see him up close.
He might have just been weak, or wounded.
Was his bow red in color? I was paying more attention to his arrows than his bow, to tell the truth, but it looked kind of red.
Made out of cherrywood, maybe.
Could you take us to this man? Sure.
But when we get close, be careful.
This guy doesn't like visitors.
Follow me.
JOHN: Robin! He's burning up with fever.
FRIAR TUCK: And his face is as white as a ghost.
My friend.
My God, Robin, why did you leave us? I was wounded.
Men should not see their leader in a state of weakness, so I came here to die alone.
FRIAR TUCK: Headstrong even in death, eh, Robin? ROBIN: Where are my men now? JOHN: Your men are gone, Robin.
Is that true, John? It's true.
All your men have disbanded.
Not to mention Lady Marian.
Quiet, Tuck! Yeah, Tuck, easy.
Robin's not well.
What about Lady Marian? Her heart grew so sad that when Prince John said that she must marry the Sheriff of Nottingham, she was too weak to fight.
The ceremony takes place in four days.
My Marian and the Sheriff? So you just lie there and die.
Good Tuck.
Even if I had to crawl, I wouldn't allow Marian to be forced into marriage.
FRIAR TUCK: That's the spirit, Robin.
Here, let me take a look at that wound.
BOGG: I'll get something cool for his head.
We should take him to a bleeder.
I've already been bled.
Well, no wonder you're so weak.
What did they do, cut you and use those wormy things to suck your blood out? Well, they used the leeches.
JEFFREY: Stupidest thing I ever heard of.
My mom used to give me soup to help build my strength.
Do you have any soup? Soup? BOGG: Listen to the kid, he knows what he's doing.
I can shoot some game.
Make a venison broth.
Not to mention a nice roast.
Oh, yuck! This is all infected.
Well, what do you think? Is he gonna make it? I'll know better when I clean the wound out.
I need alcohol.
Well, I have some ale.
No! It'll kill the germs.
Germs? They're like little creatures that cause infections.
JEFFREY: I need clean bandages.
Boil some water and put the bandages in them.
But the water is unclean.
Boiling water kills germs, too.
Do as the boy says.
Got to bring down your fever.
These germ things must be nasty creatures.
I don't think I've ever seen one.
But if I do, I'll put an arrow right through its heart.
How are you feeling, Robin? Better, thanks to Jeffrey.
I want you and Friar Tuck to do me a favor.
Anything, Robin.
Get my men back together again.
Prince John's tyranny has run free long enough.
JOHN: We'll try, but it won't be easy.
Most of your men think you've deserted them.
They're scattered all over England.
But Marian will be married in four days.
We can attempt a rescue.
Three men and a boy? You wouldn't get past the castle gates.
Robin, your men won't return until they know you're back fighting again.
Then I'll do just that.
(GROANING) Forget it, Robin.
You can't get up.
Your fever will only come back.
But Marian You can't do Marian or England any good if you're dead.
You've got to rest a few more days.
In a few days I can help England, but it'll be too late for my Marian.
Not if I take on Prince John in your place.
JOHN: What do you mean? Well, if I dress like Robin, fight like Robin and use his red bow, maybe people will think that I am Robin Hood.
It might work.
ROBIN: Maybe.
At least until I get my strength back.
And the word will spread that I'm back and the men will return.
It's worth a try.
Yes! To the new Robin of Sherwood Forest.
SHERIFF: Are you enjoying our little ride in the country, Lady Marian? MARIAN: As much as I would enjoy eating live lizards.
SHERIFF: My dear, we'll be sharing more times like this after we're married.
MARIAN: Then I'll be too sick to do anything.
SHERIFF: Of all my duties as Sheriff of Nottingham, I think I enjoy collecting taxes the best.
I don't remember you doing much of that when Robin was around.
SHERIFF: Yes.
The woods are much safer since he deserted his people.
And much sadder, too.
Wait! Wait.
Please stop.
My leg, it's broken.
We wait for no one.
The boy is hurt! It's Robin! Guards, get us out of here.
FRIAR TUCK: Get them, Little John.
(GROANING) Save her, Phineas.
Don't worry.
I'll get her.
I'm coming with you, Bogg.
No way! I got the horse.
Smart kids give me a pain.
Good luck.
SHERIFF: Guards, attack! It's Robin Hood! After him! MAN: Stop! Halt! (GROAN) Quick, over there! Bogg, I think it's Omni time.
I think you're right.
(BEEPING) Shoot them! Don't let them get away.
(OMNI BEEPING) Aim! Fire! Where'd they go? REPORTER: Hey, fellows, it's Bixby.
Mr.
Bixby.
How does it feel to be backing a dangerous flight Relax, boys, relax.
Mrs.
Lindbergh, how does it feel knowing this may be the last time you'll see your son alive? Did you know what a dangerous trip your son was taking? Did you know a lot of experienced fliers have died trying to cross the Atlantic.
Doesn't that worry you, Mrs.
Lindbergh? Come on, how about a nice mother-son embrace.
JEFFREY: That was great! All that empty space and you land us right in the middle of a mud puddle.
BOGG: I don't have any control over the landing.
You know that.
You didn't break Robin's bow, did you? No.
But the Omni got quite a dunking.
Where are we? Just a second.
What's the day? I'll tell you as soon as I clean this thing off.
I wonder what's wrong.
I wonder what the cure is for a kid that asks too many questions.
Bogg, look.
Mrs.
Lindbergh, did you come here to talk your son out of making this flight? No! Please, please just leave me alone.
I don't need any Omni to tell me that pushing a lady around is wrong.
MRS.
LINDBERGH: Leave, Charles, please.
MAN: Hey, that's enough, fellows.
Get back now.
(MRS.
LINDBERGH CRYING) Bon voyage.
Let go of the lady's arm.
Get out of here.
I said let go of her arm.
Why, you stupid Ok, buster, now you did it.
These hands are licensed weapons on five continents.
Bogg, that move never works.
Yeah, well, that move always does.
Bixby, you see that Mother gets to the train all right? BIXBY: Of course.
Charles, I just talked to the other bankers on the phone, and they're very disturbed We'll talk about that later! The storms haven't changed in a week.
Bixby, get her out of here! Sorry about that, you guys.
I didn't mean to hurt anybody.
Look at these guys, costumed bodyguards.
He says he doesn't like publicity.
Does your mother know what a dangerous line of work you're in? Let's have a touching embrace? Why don't you get a picture of this, send it off to your editors.
That's one for you, Lindy.
Lindbergh's revenge, huh, guys? I don't know who hired you to do that for me, but I'm grateful.
Are you really Charles Lindbergh? Yeah, I'm afraid so.
I bet you guys could use something hot to drink.
I'd rather have some dry clothes, really.
Come on, let's go inside, see what we can do for you.
(THUNDER RUMBLING) Hot chocolate okay? Sure.
Thanks.
JEFFREY: Bogg! Do you know where we are? I'll check the Omni.
Don't bother.
New York, 1927.
Roosevelt Field.
How do you know? That's how I know! BOGG: Nice little plane.
Nice little plane, huh? Yeah.
Bogg, that's the Spirit of St.
Louis.
That's only the most famous airplane in all of history.
Oh.
Well, maybe something's wrong with it.
Red light? Red light.
Thanks to you guys, my mother was able to get away from this circus.
Those reporters don't know how they might scare somebody with their stupid questions.
Anything for a story.
And if there isn't a story, they just go ahead and make one up anyway.
LANE: Look, Slim, you better get used to reporters, they're never going to let you alone.
BLYTHE: Not as long as you're on the ground, anyway.
Well, that's another good reason I get off the ground, I guess.
These are the guys that take good care of me and the airplane.
This is Lane, Blythe.
I'd like you to meet Don't tell me.
Peter Pan and Tinkerbell.
CHARLES: Knock it off.
These guys just helped me out of a real mess out there.
I'm Phineas Bogg.
This is Jeffrey Jones.
Hi.
Hi.
So, there's nothing wrong with the plane? No.
Now we're just trying to finish her up before we get the okay to take off.
Listen, there's some dry clothes over there.
I can't guarantee the fit.
And you can stow your gear there, too, if you like.
Thanks.
MAN ON RAdlO: And that was Laura Sherman you heard, doing My Blue Heaven.
But the heavens above New York are far from blue.
The gray skies and stormy weather are supposed to stay with us until tomorrow.
Listen, fellows, the weather's going to break.
I know it is.
It's going to happen.
And soon.
(TELEPHONE RINGING) Hello.
Yeah, hi, Doc.
He's right.
It's gonna break.
Doesn't seem so sure.
Yeah, but I'm sure.
Look.
May 19th.
So? So, May 20th is the day that Lindbergh flew across the Atlantic.
The first solo flight in history.
He's leaving tomorrow morning.
Well, everything seems to be on schedule.
Yeah.
Then why's the Omni red? I don't know.
Goodbye, Doc.
Hey, let's knock off for the day.
Yeah, we can finish in the morning.
But you gotta finish up tonight.
Mr.
Lindbergh, you're gonna leave for France at 7:00 a.
m.
Tomorrow morning.
Look, kid, this weather is not gonna clear up for quite a while yet.
But it'll be clear by morning.
Can't you call and check? That was Doc Kimball who just called.
He said he'd call if the forecast changed.
So the weather's changing? Yeah, sure.
Getting worse.
Rain and more rain.
I can't stand this waiting around.
I feel like I'm never gonna get off the ground.
CHARLES: I give up! Bogg, he can't give up.
You do something.
All right, I'll take care of him.
You better get these two jokers back to work if this plane's gonna be ready in the morning.
Mr.
Lindbergh? Mr.
Lindbergh.
Hey, wait, you can't back out now.
You know, it's as if he knew for sure that the weather was going to clear.
Well, maybe you should listen to him.
I've been holed up in a hangar for a week, waiting for the weather to break.
I've been waiting and waiting.
Gives a man too much time to think.
I have a feeling your waiting's just about over.
You sound as sure as Jeffrey.
He's not only sure about the weather.
He's also sure you're gonna be the first man to fly the Atlantic from New York to Paris.
Well, somebody is going to fly that ocean someday.
I'm going to show the world that commercial aviation will work.
That airplanes can do more than deliver mail, and do stunts at air shows.
Here he is! Lindy.
His names Lindbergh.
Mr.
Lindbergh.
Oh.
Mr.
Lindbergh, what's your reaction to this latest delay? You mean the weather? Come on, Lindbergh, just tell us what made you decide to back out of your flight? Nobody's backed out of anything.
What are you talking about? Word's out your flight's been scrubbed.
(WIND HOWLING) You can't let him do this.
Come on, kid, we can't stop him.
But if he locks it up, the plane won't be ready in time.
I think I know what's wrong.
Wrong? Bogg, it's terrible.
You gotta make him stop.
BOGG: Hey, there's Bixby.
Bixby, what's going on? I just talked to the other backers.
We all agree.
We're taking back possession of the Spirit.
The flight's off.
Why are you doing this? We just had some bad news.
Nungesser and Coli, the French fliers, have disappeared over the Atlantic.
Oh, no! Too many men have already lost their lives trying to cross that ocean.
I'm not going to help finance your death.
Well, don't you think that should be his choice? Mr.
Lindbergh's enthusiasm has blinded him to the dangers.
Oh, now, we always knew it would be dangerous.
Now with storms not only over New York but Europe, it'd be suicidal.
Bogg, it was Lindbergh's weatherman who told him that the storms were clearing all across the Atlantic.
Is that the Doc Kimball they were talking about? I think so.
Mr.
Bixby, if Doc Kimball says the weather's safe here and in France, then will you give your okay? I've already talked to Doc.
He said he can't be sure of anything at this point.
Nobody can predict when this weather will pass.
Especially all the way over in Europe.
But I've flown through storms plenty of times.
No.
We're not taking off until Doc gives the okay.
Maybe later in the day tomorrow.
Bixby, you know there are two fliers waiting to get off the ground.
By then they could have taken off already.
Until Doc Kimball says there's good weather from New York to Paris, no flight.
If I wait for good weather all the way to Europe, I could be the last one to leave.
I'm sorry, Slim.
BLYTHE: I'm glad we decided to drive into New York.
Have some dinner, take in a play.
Not just any play.
Rio Rita, and from backstage.
Yeah.
Helps to have friends in the theater.
Yes, it ought to be great fun.
You know, you ought to be back in the hangar getting some sleep.
I can sleep in tomorrow morning.
But you're gonna be taking off in less than 12 hours.
Jeffrey.
Bogg, I'm absolutely sure.
You heard Bixby.
No takeoff till he hears from Doc Kimball about the weather for sure.
Maybe we can call Doc Kimball.
We don't need to call Doc Kimball for a weather report.
He'd call us or Bixby if the forecast changed.
We're gonna be late for the play.
The way the forecasts have been No.
Jeffrey, you and I need to learn when to give up.
But we can't give up! Bogg, please? You've got nothing to lose in checking.
Lane, pull up there by the diner, would you? Look, Slim, you're gonna disregard the weather reports, your friends, your backers, and listen to a kid? Yeah.
Yeah, I know it's late.
I know it looks pretty bad out there.
Whoa! Doc, slow down, what is it? The weather's clearing out of France? (THUNDER RUMBLING) What about over here? Yeah! Yeah! The storm's finally breaking! The low-pressure area over Newfoundland is receding and a big high is pushing in behind it all across the North Atlantic.
Highs, lows? What's it all mean, Doc? It means that the fog is lifting over most reporting stations between New York and Newfoundland.
But it's still bad out there.
No, if there's a low ceiling over New York, that's all right, I'll be flying right over that.
What about the storms off the French coast? It will be a sunny day.
Just perfect for a stroll along the Seine.
Okay, Lindbergh, you can take off tomorrow sometime.
It's gotta be first thing in the morning.
I've got to cross Ireland before nightfall, otherwise I can't be sure I'm on the right course.
But you need rest.
You can't fly over 30 hours without a good night's sleep.
There's no time.
We've got to work all night on the plane.
Charles, there's something I've got to tell you.
Later.
We barely have enough time as it is.
It's going to take hours just to load the gasoline.
But that's what we have to talk about.
Hey, kid.
You did good, convincing Lindbergh to call the Doc that one last time.
Green light? BOGG: Omni is flashing red.
I can't think of anything else that could be wrong.
CHARLES: You canceled the gasoline delivery? I didn't cancel it.
I've got the receipt right here.
It's all paid for.
I just postponed delivery.
CHARLES: Postponed it for how long? Tomorrow sometime.
It's all loaded and ready to go.
So, first thing in the morning.
Tomorrow morning's too late! Can't you tell the gasoline company to rush the delivery right over? It's way past closing.
There's no one there this time of night.
Do you have a receipt? Yes.
Well, then the gasoline is really yours, right? That's right.
Well, if they can't deliver it, I'll go over and pick it up.
There's the address.
Be careful.
They got a guard dog.
No problem.
Bogg, wait.
Remember, animals can smell fear.
Jeffrey, in case you haven't noticed, I happen to have a way with women, children and animals.
I give you two out of three.
Don't worry, I'll have that pooch eating right out of my hand.
(SNARLING) Let go.
I've dealt with your kind before, you know.
I've always lost.
That a boy.
Good dog.
Now, I know what you're thinking.
A stranger, me, climbs over your fence here and drops, without warning, and into your territory.
It looks kind of bad, huh? Well, I'm not a thief.
Honest.
In fact, I have a receipt.
(BARKING) Brought this with me.
See, paid in full.
(NERVOUS LAUGHTER) You know any tricks? Can you roll over? Okay.
I don't know any, either.
Okay, I've tried to reason with you.
But your mind's made up.
So I guess I'll just have to make my move.
You know, I've always had a soft place in my heart for you guys in the animal kingdom.
In fact, you know the story about Androcles and the Lion? Well, who do you think really pulled the thorn out of the lion's paw? Androcles? Uh-uh.
Me.
And Man o' War, the race horse.
Well, I once saved his tail.
And there was this calf once Uh-oh.
Sorry, dog.
I hope you don't lose your job.
(CRASHING) He's been gone for over an hour.
Slim, if he doesn't get here soon, we're just gonna have to give it up.
He'll be here! Even if he was here, it would be tough to load all 450 gallons of that fuel.
If Bogg can get the fuel this far, I guarantee you guys will find a way to load it up.
What's this? A change of clothes.
You can't land in France looking like a slob.
I'm not looking to win best-dressed.
My flight suit will be fine.
No, these are too heavy.
I'm going to wear the ones I've got.
Slim, you gotta have sturdy boots.
I'm flying to Paris.
I'm not walking.
I told you guys, no parachute.
It's too heavy.
Yeah, well, this just might save that stubborn neck of yours.
It weighs about 20 pounds.
I'd rather have Okay, let's see.
A quart of water and five sandwiches.
Is that all you're taking to eat? Well, if I get to Paris I won't need any more.
And if I don't make it to Paris, I won't need any more either.
He'll make it.
BOGG: Hi! What's everybody standing around for? I got a truck full of gas outside that needs unloading.
Bogg, you did it! Piece of cake.
But how did you do it? Who cares how he did it.
Now, come on, Bixby.
You're gonna help me unload this fuel.
I'm gonna get these banker's hands dirty before I take off for France.
Piece of cake, huh? Well, they're calling it a solo flight, but I wouldn't even make it without the help of all of you guys.
Good luck to you.
A flier doesn't need luck with weather charts as good as yours, Doc.
Goodbye, Slim.
Not goodbye.
You, and all my other friends from St.
Louis, you're going with me.
Mr.
Bogg.
If you hadn't gotten that gasoline, the Spirit of St.
Louis wouldn't be taking off right now.
It's okay.
It's my pleasure.
Your receipt.
There may be a few extra charges there.
But the gas was paid for.
Yeah.
But the fence wasn't.
Well, Jeff, almost time.
If you hadn't talked me into checking with Doc, I wouldn't be making this flight at all.
What's wrong? It's just that this is a real dangerous flight.
I guess I'm scared.
Me, too.
Yeah? Yeah.
But I can't let that stop me.
Sometimes you just gotta fight through being scared and do what's got to be done.
I was scared a lot of the time when I was flying the mail.
I felt like turning back, giving up.
I mean, after all, what could be so important about a five-pound mail pouch.
Then you start to think about the folks waiting for that mail.
Parents waiting for a letter from their kids.
Farmer waiting for word from the bank.
And you realize people you never met, people you're never gonna meet, they're counting on you.
So you just got to buckle down, and Bite the bullet.
That's it.
Slim! Time to go.
Okay! Okay, guys! Lets roll her out! Be careful.
Don't worry about me.
I'm just gonna follow the arrow pointing east all the way to France.
I can't miss.
Let's go.
BLYTHE: I don't know, Lane.
That plane is awful heavy with fuel.
You think he'll get off the ground okay? LANE: He'll make it.
Guess there's no turning back now, Bogg.
JEFFREY: Bogg, the plane's too heavy.
He's not going fast enough.
Bogg, he's not gonna make it.
No, he'll make it.
Up! Up! We'll make it.
BOGG: He's off the ground.
Now all he has to do is make it over those wires and trees.
He made it! He'll make it.
I knew it all along.
Bogg, can we go watch him land? England.
No, he landed in France.
I know.
Gay Paris is going to have to wait.
Robin Hood needs us back in Merry Old England.
(WIND WHISTLING) Hope Lindbergh had a softer landing.
Me, too.
Hey, Bogg, look.
There's Robin.
Robin! How are you? Very fit, thanks to you.
What happened? Well, we got away.
It just took us a little while to get back.
Well, you're a pleasant sight.
Two less people I have to worry about.
And you've got my bow.
Where did you get such strange costumes? Believe me, it's a long story.
We're going to rescue Lady Marian.
JOHN: There's to be an archery contest today.
It's part of the celebration for the Sheriff's marriage to Marian.
Where are the rest of your men? Well, they were supposed to meet us here by the falls.
I had word that they were on their way.
But we can't wait for them any longer.
Marian is to be married today.
But you said yourself that three men didn't have a chance.
Yeah, you're walking right into a trap.
Maybe so.
But it's a chance I have to take.
Then I'm coming with you.
I was hoping you'd say that.
I can use a man like you.
We'll do something about your clothes.
I'm coming, too.
No way.
This is a suicide mission.
JEFFREY: But No buts.
Remember what happened last time you didn't listen to me.
I need you to stay behind, Jeffrey.
My men may return while I'm gone.
Someone has to tell them where we are.
Okay, I'll stay.
Good lad.
Be careful.
Don't worry.
Piece of cake.
Sure.
For a suicide mission.
(SIGHS) Good shot.
You're starting to get the hang of it.
Do you think I'm good enough to win the contest? No.
And I'm not too sure about this plan of yours.
You got a better one? A splendid day for a capture.
Don't you think, Your Grace? Better day for a hanging.
Clever disguise our Robin Hood has on.
He could have at least used a different bow.
He's making it much too easy for us.
Here comes your lovely bride-to-be.
My dear Marian.
You look beautiful.
I wish I could return the compliment.
If only your angelic face did not house the tongue of a witch.
Touch me again and I'll stick a pin through your hand.
She's warming to me, Your Grace.
SHERIFF: A week ago, she would have threatened to cut it off.
She'll change her tune when she sees her true love's neck stretched at the end of a rope.
What do you mean? Why, Robin, of course.
We have him.
Robin? He's here? Take a look at the second archer down there.
PRINCE JOHN: Look familiar? Perhaps his bow.
Robin! Keep your eye on where you're shooting.
You just hit the wrong target.
All this talk of his great archery skill was much exaggerated.
As were his exploits.
He's nothing but a common thief.
If he were only that, you wouldn't be going to so much trouble to kill him.
He's a hero to anyone who cherishes freedom and liberty.
In case you haven't noticed, the guards are starting to move in on us.
I noticed.
But we can't do anything.
Marian is still on the balcony.
If Robin doesn't make his move quick, we're gonna all end up with our necks stretched.
Aye.
I think it's time I dropped in on this little group.
PRINCE JOHN: It can't be! MARIAN: Robin! All right! Good shot, lad.
I'll help Tuck with the horses.
Robin! Marian, go! But But this can't be! You're supposed to be down there.
(ROBIN LAUGHING) (GRUNTING) Guards! Robin is taking Maid Marian.
Stop him! SHERIFF: Guards.
Guards! Get him! Robin, watch out! SHERIFF: Get him, you fools! Come on, men! Fight! Fight! PRINCE JOHN: Yes, do something! Prince John should recruit some better fighters.
These are terrible.
Why can't they take them? Surely they can't overpower our men.
PRINCE JOHN: Don't let them escape.
Come on, Robin.
Come, Marian.
JOHN: Tuck, bring the horses.
Get them! SHERIFF: Guards, move in! That ought to stop them.
SHERIFF: You imbeciles! (YELLING) MARIAN: Robin, the guards are blocking the gate.
JOHN: What are we going to do, Robin? We've got them.
I'm open to suggestions.
There's no way out.
I think you're right.
We're finished.
Good work, men! This is a day I've dreamed of.
Take them prisoner! One more step, Your Grace, and my next arrow will find your heart.
It's the kid.
And my men.
They've come back.
Just in the nick of time.
Way to go, Jeffrey.
You wouldn't kill me.
That would be treason.
Treason to you.
Loyalty to King Richard.
Sheriff, do something.
The Sheriff is welcome to join you in your fate! I mean what I say! Either let Robin and the others go free, or you both will die.
Let them go.
All of them.
Thanks for the hospitality, Your Grace, it's been a wonderful day.
And if you're ever in Sherwood Forest, do come pay us a visit.
I'm sure Friar Tuck would like to give you a dish of nice crow.
Blunderer.
(PLANE ENGINE ROARING) (WIND WHISTLING) Date? May 21, 1927.
France? France.
Green light.
Lindbergh should be here by now.
(CROWD CHEERING) He did it, Bogg.
That guy's a voyager in his own time.
(CROWD CHEERING) Come on.
Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa.
How are you gonna explain to him how we got here first? Right.
Hey, and anyway, there's other great things to see in Paris.
The Moulin Rouge.
The Louvre.
The Folies-Bergére.
The Eiffel Tower.
Kid, I can't wait till you grow up.
JEFFREY: If you want to learn more about the legend of Robin Hood or Charles Lindbergh, take a voyage down to your public library.
It's all in books!