Robin of Sherwood (1984) s02e03 Episode Script
Lord of the Trees
I have brought something for you.
Flowers.
- Not so loud.
John, you are a treasure.
- I picked them.
Welcome, son of Herne.
Be blessed.
Amen.
And amen, brother.
We are your empire invaded.
- It is everyone.
Even the gamekeeper Guy? - No.
Come on.
Gisburne.
You love a servant of me.
Let him Friday He has been released.
- When? After his punishment.
- Did you see him punished? Sure.
I had caught him on poaching.
His right hand, my lord.
- Gisburne.
As sheriff, I - You are not the sheriff.
My brother has appointed you his assistant and that was madness.
As sheriff, I may at its discretion apply the law, my lord abbot.
Okay, Gisburne.
It is to your head up.
You have my servant maimed, and I let this matter rest.
If my brother is back from London - Then I tell him.
What are you doing here? - I let them come.
Because of the increased poaching, of course.
So you call them the gamekeeper.
Are they a statement? - That they just do.
Well? I do not know what to say, my lord.
There is always more gestroopt.
- Always? Because of the Blessing.
- What are you talking about? Never heard of it? - If you give me one more time pause It is a celebration of the residents Sherwood of the summer to celebrate.
They do this for many hundreds of years.
It starts tonight.
- Really? There is gefeest and nothing be slain during the Blessing.
There should be no blood flow.
- So they do it in advance? Are you serious? - Yes, sir.
And you state that again? - No, but I can not do.
So you look away? - No, sir.
I think so.
You stay away from when it occurred.
No, sir.
We do not.
- Silence.
You said that the evening begins.
- Yes, sir.
I would not do strange things.
Sherwood is dangerous in the dark.
Do you think I fear shadows? - No, but what 's your gender? Soon I men who fear nothing.
English beer.
Graham is already better.
Boy, ga Robin out.
An excellent party.
Bertrand.
- My old friend.
It is long ago.
- Yes.
Welcome to Nottingham.
I see that you have fought.
So you're here.
- To 'n take them.
Yes, but later.
Later.
And you're here.
- Nonsense.
Not a gram.
You were magerder in Argentan.
- Since we verhongerden.
Maybe, but we fought as tigers.
Not true? We waadden back to back to our knees by the blood.
A sword, my lord.
And the massacre at Monte Bourg.
Know you remember? When your horse you vertrappelde.
That was not me.
- Yes, Bertrand.
No, Guy.
You confuse me with someone else.
I remember that we Chauvigny stormed.
You fell down the ladder.
It killed your two of my best men.
You were under that horse.
- No, Guy.
Anyway.
We are there now.
To your service and ready to serve you.
If you can afford.
We will overcome.
This is the old motto of the Nivelle.
Who are you? - Abbot Hugo de Rainault.
Your servant, my lord.
Bertrand the Nivelle.
I've heard about you.
- One of the best soldiers.
And one of the richest.
- That's right.
Fighting is almost as profitable as pray.
Why are you here? - He invited us.
Brabançonnes killers.
- Watch your words.
Priest.
- Do not show this to.
I talk with you as with everyone, although you have a dress.
I'll let you excommunicate.
- Too late.
This has already happened.
How much you pay him? - That is business.
Exactly.
I am the sheriff.
- That you will never have.
I want them here.
- We are here with a reason and remain.
I know your reason: Rape and plunder.
Who kills the most deer in Sherwood? That is the reason.
- With their help I kill Robin Hood and every man, woman and child which he supports.
This is your over the cap, Gisburne.
And you go too far, priest.
Now I am angry, Nas.
Come on, Nasir.
This is not wrestling.
- But it works.
What do you do in Sherwood? They are all broken.
- That is Gisburne.
Strangers.
- Come on.
Brabançonnes.
- Why do they do that? If they amuse themselves.
I called them welcome and gave them everything they wanted.
She drank too much and were wild.
I thought they would kill us.
- Brabançonnes.
Mercenaries.
- Land Pirates.
The worst kind.
That kind of men women of Scarlet murdered.
Which way are they based? Nottingham.
Well? Why not? They are horse and we never get them.
We get them.
I promise you.
We will get them.
I'm looking game.
I have money to pay.
You wasted your time.
We have nothing.
I swear.
Swear? What is that? - An altar.
An altar? A deer was? This is evidence of poaching.
That was almost 100 years old.
If you are looking for the person who has re - slain, you should dig him.
Called this the law? The only law.
Lord.
Nice tree.
- Yes, we grow flowers.
This is so you guys hiding? - No, sir.
This tree is sacred.
A sacred tree.
No, sir.
This tree is sacred to Herne.
Come on.
Nothing.
No bows, arrows or even the scent of game.
You will burn in hell, dirty heathens.
What a hero.
I beg you, sir.
- I will teach you to worship trees.
He is cursed.
Herne, Lord of the trees.
Let him behold your power.
The fears of the night he shoo and embed in the cold dead.
I am not talking about poaching, but blasphemy.
Heathen behavior.
Herne the hunter.
- Right.
Where does this religious fervor come from? It amazes me you are so laconic.
The church is to condemn witchcraft.
- This is not witchcraft, Gisburne.
Until they come to Mass, their children be baptized and married and buried as Christians, it is me to the second.
Let the rest of you will notice that the old gods are not entirely dead.
Dead? They have never existed.
That is enough.
Get a writer.
I write my brother.
This young man is too far gone.
Come on, girl.
It is not good.
By God, I killed the man who has done so.
Are you now satisfied? Which direction? - Direction Elder Ford.
If we go through Denley, we can for it.
Let's go.
- I can not.
We can not? Why not? - This is the time of the Blessing.
If your blood colander will Herne us blessings and remember the failed harvest.
You are the son of Herne.
No bloodshed.
- Why? Herne prohibits us.
- Say that the Brabançonnes.
Go to them and say that the time of the Blessing is.
Say that we should not fight.
Say that we are powerless.
- They will each village raid.
Exactly.
- I know too.
And you state that again? I ga they capture.
Without injuring them.
May Herne the hunter, Mr.
of trees, protect us.
This seals the commitment between us in the woods and you from the village.
Between outlaw and oppressed.
Be blessed.
Beautiful tree.
Beautiful wood.
But we are wasting our time.
I got hungry and very thirsty.
Reverse.
Search coverage.
- Reverse.
Do you hear me, Gisburne? - It's Robin Hood.
I like your company but nothing.
Give them their money, then you Sherwood exit.
Alive? - Live.
Why let us go? We are helpless.
You had us kill.
Why did you do that? That is because the time the Blessing is, huh? That he had quickly.
Grab them.
No, wait.
Now.
They escape.
Grab them idiots.
Come back, you fools.
Now.
Halt.
- Are you insane? Do you? Why are they but two? Why do they expose themselves? An ambush? - You must.
And without bloodshed.
Without bloodshed.
She steps in there.
Why are they silent? Maybe learn Gisburne thinking.
Then he is dangerous.
So that is your Robin Hood? Yes, and he is powerless.
Until after the Blessing.
We go to Wickham and find out where they keep their rituals.
This could be interesting.
They run around.
The Blessing? It was not really a Blessing for us, huh? Father.
Soldiers.
Peter, hurry up.
Come inside.
Come on.
You there.
My lord.
- Bring us food.
As much as you want, sir.
Everything except game.
Do you like handsome men, sweetheart? Yes, you know there is a coincidence? Ladies and gentlemen, the masks are.
- The masks? A comedian, my lord.
- Part of your pagan ritual? It can not hurt.
- That I determine myself.
That he did.
Here I come.
St.
George is my name.
I swing with my great sword and acquiring so great fame.
When I saw the Saracens are here I would fight and bite and my sword around his ears save.
Here I am, the Saracen knight.
I come from the most remote Areas.
I'll fight St.
Peter - George.
By George de Raw And if his blood is too hot then I called laurel.
Battle after battle, I urge you all to see who will fall to the ground.
Battle after battle, I urge you all to see who is here on the ground to lallen.
Doctor, doctor.
Where are you going? Heal my son, and bring it back to bone.
Here I am, a doctor as well.
And with this hand, I stop the scarlet blood.
What can you cure? - Everything.
I can a blackbird with a toothache cure.
- How? I cut his head off.
I can cure all diseases.
Itching, rash, palpitations and gout.
Pain inside and outside as I lit.
Get up.
First, I was dead, but now I live again.
Blessed be the doctor so alleviated my distress.
Soon it is dark, Guy.
Too bad you miss the Blessing.
That you have desperately needed.
- I make you all.
All alone.
What do we Gisburne? We can not let him go.
We can not kill them.
- Why not? They are prisoners.
- So? You can not kill prisoners.
Previously we killed everyone we captured names.
You have saved him twice.
He was not grateful you.
If he cold-blooded murder, we are no better.
Why would we do, then? And the men we have slain? How about that? If you kill Gisburne, do everyone a favor.
And what that mercenary gear: The sooner we return to hell, the better.
We can not do.
I would be only one solution up, because otherwise will all those people, your people die.
Water.
Since they are not in steps.
- I will not let me finish.
Listen.
This way.
Friends.
My friends.
Herne will soon appear, as he always did.
And bless us and make fruitful.
Us, our animals and crops.
Let us just like last night stopped between the trees sit.
And waiting for his arrival.
No, not yet.
I want their God before their eyes dead.
They have more than a doctor him back to life.
Look there.
Search coverage.
You did good.
- I know the forest, and Gisburne not.
He is lost.
- Let me finish please him.
Let him go to the forest.
Leave it to the trees.
You see how god a man.
An old riddle, kids.
You have nothing to fear.
The Blessing is done.
Soon it is dark, Guy.
Too bad you miss the Blessing.
That you have desperately needed.
Aanoor me and watch out because I am Herne, the lord of the trees.
Can you hear me, Gisburne? Let the rest of you will notice that the old gods are not entirely dead.
I am the sheriff.
- You are not the sheriff.
My brother has appointed you his assistant and that was madness.
It is to your head up.
This is your over the cap.
Save me.
You save? What are you talking about? The forest.
The trees.
Should I save you from the trees? Have you been drinking? I warned you, Gisburne.
I need a drink.
Remember us? Take beer for us.
The devil knows which is Gisburne.
What is that? It smells bad.
Try mine once.
And? Was that better? No, he was not good.
- But he must pay for.
Pay, my friend.
Are you sometimes deaf? Maybe he is stupid.
Hello, speak.
No.
- He can talk.
The monkey can talk.
Forward.
Pay my friend.
And they also eat something.
He asked for money.
You're dead, farmer.
- I'm not dead.
Stay, Will.
Ga backwards.
I think I'll take.
As a reminder.
If you ever return to Sherwood, then I swear to Herne that we will bury you here.
Flowers.
- Not so loud.
John, you are a treasure.
- I picked them.
Welcome, son of Herne.
Be blessed.
Amen.
And amen, brother.
We are your empire invaded.
- It is everyone.
Even the gamekeeper Guy? - No.
Come on.
Gisburne.
You love a servant of me.
Let him Friday He has been released.
- When? After his punishment.
- Did you see him punished? Sure.
I had caught him on poaching.
His right hand, my lord.
- Gisburne.
As sheriff, I - You are not the sheriff.
My brother has appointed you his assistant and that was madness.
As sheriff, I may at its discretion apply the law, my lord abbot.
Okay, Gisburne.
It is to your head up.
You have my servant maimed, and I let this matter rest.
If my brother is back from London - Then I tell him.
What are you doing here? - I let them come.
Because of the increased poaching, of course.
So you call them the gamekeeper.
Are they a statement? - That they just do.
Well? I do not know what to say, my lord.
There is always more gestroopt.
- Always? Because of the Blessing.
- What are you talking about? Never heard of it? - If you give me one more time pause It is a celebration of the residents Sherwood of the summer to celebrate.
They do this for many hundreds of years.
It starts tonight.
- Really? There is gefeest and nothing be slain during the Blessing.
There should be no blood flow.
- So they do it in advance? Are you serious? - Yes, sir.
And you state that again? - No, but I can not do.
So you look away? - No, sir.
I think so.
You stay away from when it occurred.
No, sir.
We do not.
- Silence.
You said that the evening begins.
- Yes, sir.
I would not do strange things.
Sherwood is dangerous in the dark.
Do you think I fear shadows? - No, but what 's your gender? Soon I men who fear nothing.
English beer.
Graham is already better.
Boy, ga Robin out.
An excellent party.
Bertrand.
- My old friend.
It is long ago.
- Yes.
Welcome to Nottingham.
I see that you have fought.
So you're here.
- To 'n take them.
Yes, but later.
Later.
And you're here.
- Nonsense.
Not a gram.
You were magerder in Argentan.
- Since we verhongerden.
Maybe, but we fought as tigers.
Not true? We waadden back to back to our knees by the blood.
A sword, my lord.
And the massacre at Monte Bourg.
Know you remember? When your horse you vertrappelde.
That was not me.
- Yes, Bertrand.
No, Guy.
You confuse me with someone else.
I remember that we Chauvigny stormed.
You fell down the ladder.
It killed your two of my best men.
You were under that horse.
- No, Guy.
Anyway.
We are there now.
To your service and ready to serve you.
If you can afford.
We will overcome.
This is the old motto of the Nivelle.
Who are you? - Abbot Hugo de Rainault.
Your servant, my lord.
Bertrand the Nivelle.
I've heard about you.
- One of the best soldiers.
And one of the richest.
- That's right.
Fighting is almost as profitable as pray.
Why are you here? - He invited us.
Brabançonnes killers.
- Watch your words.
Priest.
- Do not show this to.
I talk with you as with everyone, although you have a dress.
I'll let you excommunicate.
- Too late.
This has already happened.
How much you pay him? - That is business.
Exactly.
I am the sheriff.
- That you will never have.
I want them here.
- We are here with a reason and remain.
I know your reason: Rape and plunder.
Who kills the most deer in Sherwood? That is the reason.
- With their help I kill Robin Hood and every man, woman and child which he supports.
This is your over the cap, Gisburne.
And you go too far, priest.
Now I am angry, Nas.
Come on, Nasir.
This is not wrestling.
- But it works.
What do you do in Sherwood? They are all broken.
- That is Gisburne.
Strangers.
- Come on.
Brabançonnes.
- Why do they do that? If they amuse themselves.
I called them welcome and gave them everything they wanted.
She drank too much and were wild.
I thought they would kill us.
- Brabançonnes.
Mercenaries.
- Land Pirates.
The worst kind.
That kind of men women of Scarlet murdered.
Which way are they based? Nottingham.
Well? Why not? They are horse and we never get them.
We get them.
I promise you.
We will get them.
I'm looking game.
I have money to pay.
You wasted your time.
We have nothing.
I swear.
Swear? What is that? - An altar.
An altar? A deer was? This is evidence of poaching.
That was almost 100 years old.
If you are looking for the person who has re - slain, you should dig him.
Called this the law? The only law.
Lord.
Nice tree.
- Yes, we grow flowers.
This is so you guys hiding? - No, sir.
This tree is sacred.
A sacred tree.
No, sir.
This tree is sacred to Herne.
Come on.
Nothing.
No bows, arrows or even the scent of game.
You will burn in hell, dirty heathens.
What a hero.
I beg you, sir.
- I will teach you to worship trees.
He is cursed.
Herne, Lord of the trees.
Let him behold your power.
The fears of the night he shoo and embed in the cold dead.
I am not talking about poaching, but blasphemy.
Heathen behavior.
Herne the hunter.
- Right.
Where does this religious fervor come from? It amazes me you are so laconic.
The church is to condemn witchcraft.
- This is not witchcraft, Gisburne.
Until they come to Mass, their children be baptized and married and buried as Christians, it is me to the second.
Let the rest of you will notice that the old gods are not entirely dead.
Dead? They have never existed.
That is enough.
Get a writer.
I write my brother.
This young man is too far gone.
Come on, girl.
It is not good.
By God, I killed the man who has done so.
Are you now satisfied? Which direction? - Direction Elder Ford.
If we go through Denley, we can for it.
Let's go.
- I can not.
We can not? Why not? - This is the time of the Blessing.
If your blood colander will Herne us blessings and remember the failed harvest.
You are the son of Herne.
No bloodshed.
- Why? Herne prohibits us.
- Say that the Brabançonnes.
Go to them and say that the time of the Blessing is.
Say that we should not fight.
Say that we are powerless.
- They will each village raid.
Exactly.
- I know too.
And you state that again? I ga they capture.
Without injuring them.
May Herne the hunter, Mr.
of trees, protect us.
This seals the commitment between us in the woods and you from the village.
Between outlaw and oppressed.
Be blessed.
Beautiful tree.
Beautiful wood.
But we are wasting our time.
I got hungry and very thirsty.
Reverse.
Search coverage.
- Reverse.
Do you hear me, Gisburne? - It's Robin Hood.
I like your company but nothing.
Give them their money, then you Sherwood exit.
Alive? - Live.
Why let us go? We are helpless.
You had us kill.
Why did you do that? That is because the time the Blessing is, huh? That he had quickly.
Grab them.
No, wait.
Now.
They escape.
Grab them idiots.
Come back, you fools.
Now.
Halt.
- Are you insane? Do you? Why are they but two? Why do they expose themselves? An ambush? - You must.
And without bloodshed.
Without bloodshed.
She steps in there.
Why are they silent? Maybe learn Gisburne thinking.
Then he is dangerous.
So that is your Robin Hood? Yes, and he is powerless.
Until after the Blessing.
We go to Wickham and find out where they keep their rituals.
This could be interesting.
They run around.
The Blessing? It was not really a Blessing for us, huh? Father.
Soldiers.
Peter, hurry up.
Come inside.
Come on.
You there.
My lord.
- Bring us food.
As much as you want, sir.
Everything except game.
Do you like handsome men, sweetheart? Yes, you know there is a coincidence? Ladies and gentlemen, the masks are.
- The masks? A comedian, my lord.
- Part of your pagan ritual? It can not hurt.
- That I determine myself.
That he did.
Here I come.
St.
George is my name.
I swing with my great sword and acquiring so great fame.
When I saw the Saracens are here I would fight and bite and my sword around his ears save.
Here I am, the Saracen knight.
I come from the most remote Areas.
I'll fight St.
Peter - George.
By George de Raw And if his blood is too hot then I called laurel.
Battle after battle, I urge you all to see who will fall to the ground.
Battle after battle, I urge you all to see who is here on the ground to lallen.
Doctor, doctor.
Where are you going? Heal my son, and bring it back to bone.
Here I am, a doctor as well.
And with this hand, I stop the scarlet blood.
What can you cure? - Everything.
I can a blackbird with a toothache cure.
- How? I cut his head off.
I can cure all diseases.
Itching, rash, palpitations and gout.
Pain inside and outside as I lit.
Get up.
First, I was dead, but now I live again.
Blessed be the doctor so alleviated my distress.
Soon it is dark, Guy.
Too bad you miss the Blessing.
That you have desperately needed.
- I make you all.
All alone.
What do we Gisburne? We can not let him go.
We can not kill them.
- Why not? They are prisoners.
- So? You can not kill prisoners.
Previously we killed everyone we captured names.
You have saved him twice.
He was not grateful you.
If he cold-blooded murder, we are no better.
Why would we do, then? And the men we have slain? How about that? If you kill Gisburne, do everyone a favor.
And what that mercenary gear: The sooner we return to hell, the better.
We can not do.
I would be only one solution up, because otherwise will all those people, your people die.
Water.
Since they are not in steps.
- I will not let me finish.
Listen.
This way.
Friends.
My friends.
Herne will soon appear, as he always did.
And bless us and make fruitful.
Us, our animals and crops.
Let us just like last night stopped between the trees sit.
And waiting for his arrival.
No, not yet.
I want their God before their eyes dead.
They have more than a doctor him back to life.
Look there.
Search coverage.
You did good.
- I know the forest, and Gisburne not.
He is lost.
- Let me finish please him.
Let him go to the forest.
Leave it to the trees.
You see how god a man.
An old riddle, kids.
You have nothing to fear.
The Blessing is done.
Soon it is dark, Guy.
Too bad you miss the Blessing.
That you have desperately needed.
Aanoor me and watch out because I am Herne, the lord of the trees.
Can you hear me, Gisburne? Let the rest of you will notice that the old gods are not entirely dead.
I am the sheriff.
- You are not the sheriff.
My brother has appointed you his assistant and that was madness.
It is to your head up.
This is your over the cap.
Save me.
You save? What are you talking about? The forest.
The trees.
Should I save you from the trees? Have you been drinking? I warned you, Gisburne.
I need a drink.
Remember us? Take beer for us.
The devil knows which is Gisburne.
What is that? It smells bad.
Try mine once.
And? Was that better? No, he was not good.
- But he must pay for.
Pay, my friend.
Are you sometimes deaf? Maybe he is stupid.
Hello, speak.
No.
- He can talk.
The monkey can talk.
Forward.
Pay my friend.
And they also eat something.
He asked for money.
You're dead, farmer.
- I'm not dead.
Stay, Will.
Ga backwards.
I think I'll take.
As a reminder.
If you ever return to Sherwood, then I swear to Herne that we will bury you here.