Previously on "Robin Hood."
You've got talent, my boy.
The Normans can put their castles
all over this land. These woods are
as old as the Earth, that man will never own them.
- Why is he coming, Father? - He is a Norman lord.
It is my duty to grant him an audience.
- What are you doing here? - That used to be our home.
But my father made that house.
He didn't make it. He took it.
It's a man.
Bring them to Nottingham.
Young Locksley shall be marked with the prey.
It's them who should be blooded.
Lower your sword, Huntingdon, damn you!
Locksley has offended me on this day.
It shall not be forgotten.
You do know whose daughter she is.
Now, where were you?
Hugh of Locksley, you're under arrest.
No!
When I heard it was you,
I wanted to be lenient, to show mercy.
But all that is over now.
In the morning, he shall be hanged by the neck until dead.
No! No, he's innocent!
We've been looking for you everywhere.
I'm not leaving him.
Come on.
Come on, boy.
Is that how you greet a lady,
Captain Lefors?
I could easily take off your head.
And what would you do with it?
Keep it in a box with the others.
Take off your shirt.
You would die for me,
wouldn't you, Captain?
If I had to.
I serve the Sheriff.
No.
You serve me.
Let's get you up, boy.
You should see Joan.
She's been up all night, waiting.
The baptism symbolizes Christ
rising from the dead.
We bury the old life and rise to walk in a new one.
You will become Norman.
Did you ask Huntingdon about my land?
Three fields, as he promised?
Amen.
Huntingdon holds a busy office.
But as a Norman,
you must learn patience
and servitude.
Rob can go to London with Will.
Make a life for himself in court.
Best to keep him busy.
- Matilda agrees, don't you? - Yes.
Grieving is a wretched business.
- Nothing for a young lad. - What do you say, Joan?
I'll write to the Sheriff, whom I'm sure,
under the circumstances, will help.
The Sheriff be damned.
This is no time for dark thoughts
of retribution, Joan.
You must think of Rob's future.
Your turn.
I'll shoot for you, then.
I'm the best shot this side of Nottingham.
I'll win at the next fair.
He doesn't breathe.
Captain Lefors.
My Lord.
Come now, some wine.
May I introduce my sons Aronne and Aleppo.
They've now come of age.
Venetian names?
Named after the Crusade in Malta.
They will soon begin their training as squires.
They look like they need
some time in the saddle.
Shall we?
Straight down to business, as always, Huntingdon.
Bernard.
Minted in Paris,
150 as agreed.
Do you have the deed?
It covers all the particulars of the arrangement.
The appointment of your earldom
by order of His Majesty, King Henry II.
Executed by the Royal Seal of Nottingham.
Marian, please.
No finer thing than an educated daughter.
A free-minded one, perhaps.
It is as he says.
Congratulations, Father, you've become an earl.
But the money...
there's no mention of it in the deed.
Your father has made a-- a generous donation
to the Church.
Such matters do not require account.
If we are finished,
Marian and I shall retire to my chamber.
I trust you are satisfied.
Locksley is out of your hair for good.
Providence for you that he should murder a man
- whilst in custody. - Locksley was a traitor
- and deserved to be hanged. - No matter.
Now that he's gone, now that you are an earl,
no one can challenge your lands and title.
- They're yours forever. - Did you inquire
- on the other matter I asked? - Yes.
Marian will be accepted into the court of Eleanor.
The Queen? Scullery maid is more than suitable.
The Queen's high steward insisted.
I thought you'd be pleased.
With your daughter close to Eleanor,
grants you an heir to the king.
Unless...
you have reason not to trust Marian.
Well, of course not.
She is my daughter.
Why was my father made an earl?
"Why?" For his generous donation to the Church.
- You read the deed. - My father would never
give away money.
- It was to buy something. - Oh, please.
- A man's death, perhaps. - Come and sit, Marian.
I'm bored by politics.
Again?
If my father touched me, I would poison him,
and he knows it.
I couldn't.
What was his excuse this time?
I went...
- ...to a wedding. - A wedding?
- In the forest. - In the forest?
A pagan wedding.
And with whom did you go to this pagan wedding, Marian?
There was dancing and drinking and...
a lot of fighting.
Fighting. At a wedding.
Is it strange that I find that incredibly arousing?
Yes, it is.
Come in.
Captain of the garrison?
- You aren't. - I am.
Your father would have his head.
Exactly, do you have any idea how much power
that gives me over him? Tell me more about this wedding.
It was the most beautiful thing I ever saw. So alive.
Did he kiss you?
Yes.
- And more? - No.
- Why? - I'm not you.
And no pagan either, by the sounds of it.
Marian, why must you be so boring?
You were alone in the woods with a Saxon...
and you had no love-making.
You are quite disappointing.
And you won't even tell me who it is.
You met him.
The son of Locksley.
His father was just hanged.
I know.
How is he now?
I don't know.
I haven't seen him since.
You want to, son?
That's it. Nice and slow.
- What're you doing? - Shoot.
No.
- What're you doing?! - Rob!
Let him go!
Not this one.
Might be your last hunt for a while, Will.
Will's heading to court soon,
to begin his apprenticeship as a page.
I, uh...
...spoke to your mother.
Might be that you can go with him, Rob.
You can read and write as fine as any young lord.
I don't want to be a page.
It's a fine calling for a young man.
And there are some fine ladies there, too.
Rob already has a girl here.
The lass you brought to the wedding?
Who was she again?
Huntingdon's daughter, Marian.
We should get back.
It's your mother.
- What happened? - I don't know.
She's just...
Mom...
lie down...
Just... just listen to me.
You have a life ahead of you.
Every pain...
that you're feeling right now...
...is not a burden.
It is your shield.
Wear it like a crown.
You want to avenge your father's death--
no, don't.
You could kill the Sheriff a thousand times over,
but it will destroy you.
Make you hate.
You must choose love
over hate.
One day you'll be faced with that decision.
We all are, sooner or later.
Do not let the Sheriff decide who you become.
- Who you are. - Mother.
I know who I am.
I am Saxon.
Just like my father. Just like you.
You are more than that.
More than them.
Mother... Mother...
no, no, no...
Come on, Rob. Let her rest.
No.
No!
I'd stop there if I were you.
I'd like to see Earl Huntingdon.
What about?
What he owes me.
Wait there.
What do you mean, coming here like this?
I've come to collect what's mine.
He made an oath to me.
I said what Locksley did,
swore it to the Sheriff.
I want what's mine.
Locksley was never supposed to be hanged!
It wasn't supposed to happen like this.
Let your cousin chop, or we'll be cold this winter.
Rob.
I bid you a good day.
And a fine day it is, too.
Please, wait!
I'm sorry for disturbing you,
I came to offer my sympathies.
I heard about your father.
What happened?
He was arrested for protecting poachers.
He wouldn't be hanged for that.
They said he murdered a man.
I can't believe he would do such a thing.
No.
No, my father couldn't've done such a thing.
I'm...
truly sorry.
Where is your mother?
She's with my father now.
I'm so sorry.
Rob.
I couldn't save him.
It's normal to think that, but it's not your fault.
Is it normal to see your father hanged,
before your own eyes?
No... that is not something anyone should ever see.
Now they are both gone...
and nothing is the same anymore.
I thought about you every day.
That is the same.
That has not changed.
You should go.
I will pray for your mother and father.
That they are at peace.
Marian...
I will pray for you.
See, Father?
I told you she'd brighten up his day.
What does that mean?
Nothing.
Just that it's good Marian came.
Don't talk about Marian.
I wasn't talking about Marian, I was talking about you.
- He meant nothing by it, Rob. - Yes, he did.
- I didn't. - Yes, you did.
You've been riding me.
- Riding you. - Drop it, Will.
I've been putting up with you.
There's nothing I haven't done for you, Will.
Now, how many times have I saved you from your own mouth?
You saved me, really?
Only you would ask such a question.
You're the one that needs saving, Rob.
I'm not the enemy.
I didn't kill your father.
Stop it! Stop it, both of you!
Put it down, boy.
Stop!
No! No-no-no, no!
Uncle. Uncle, I didn't mean to!
Get out, Rob! Get out of our house!
Rob!
Eat, boy.
Father, why was Hugh of Locksley hanged?
Well, he was a murderer and a traitor to the crown.
Those Saxons are all lawless troublemakers.
It's in their blood.
Did you have something to do with his arrest?
So now you turn your brothers against me.
Poison their minds with your childish thoughts.
I said nothing.
You'll be perfect for the Queen.
She surrounds herself with duplicitous women just like you.
And your mother before you.
Mother, look.
Who do you have there?
I don't know his name.
Can we have a look?
Well, look at him.
He's very handsome.
- Mister Leggit of Locksley. - Locksley?
Well...
he was here before us.
Ssh. Don't tell your father.
You'll be hungry by the time you reach London.
These won't make it past Coventry.
I've never been past Sherwood.
Not since I left Castile, anyway.
And Sherwood's all the better for it.
Now, remember, lad, when you reach Nottingham,
take Watling Street all the way to London.
I know, Father.
Come here.
Did you see Rob?
No.
Rob?
Will is leaving.
He knows where to find me.
You're like brothers.
You shouldn't part on bad terms.
Well, on the contrary, I wish him well
and that he prospers.
There's still time, Rob. You can still go with him.
What, to the court?
Will is a Christian.
I am not.
Besides, what is there for me, Uncle?
To them, I'm just the son of a murderer now.
Will is Saxon. As are many folk there.
Saxon and Norman do not have to be enemies.
We're two cultures, but we live together.
How? They take what is ours, and we survive on what's left.
How is that living, Uncle?
You're scaring the animals.
Take your bow to the forest.
Farewell, Will.
Will!
Will Gamewell!
Will...
Aedric be with you.
Marian.
What are you doing here? Are you mad?
I-- I wanted to see you.
I have money. Look, look.
Will you come away with me?
- Away with you? - Will you?
- I can't. - You said you thought about me.
- I do. - Then be with me.
I want to. More than anything.
- But-- But what? - But how?
We just leave.
- And go where? - Anywhere, anywhere.
My father would never allow it.
He'd come for us and he'd kill you.
No, he won't find us, not in the forest.
I know every part of it. It goes to the end of the Earth,
and there, we can live and be happy.
Everything I had is gone, except you.
Marian, will you come with me?
Yes, Rob.
I will leave with you.
Will you, now?
- Father. - Be quiet!
What are you doing here?
I mean to leave with your daughter.
Bernard, take Marian to the house.
- Father, please, wait-- - Go with Bernard now!
Rob! No!
Ow! Father, don't hurt him!
- Out of the way, come on. - No! Aah! No!
Rob, help!
It's enough for Marian and I to start a life,
or it's yours as a dowry.
Give it to me.
Her life...
is already decided.
I spent my life fighting infidels,
and now one wants to make off with my daughter.
- No! - Stay here.
- If you care about him at all-- - No!
- stay here and let me go back! - No!
Rob!
Sire! Don't!
You don't want a murder on your hands,
even if it's a Saxon--
Marian!
Bernard, clear the way!
Aah! Aah!
Stop! Stop, Father!
You bring this into our home?
A Saxon dog?!
I can't wait to be rid of you.
Hyah!
Driver, stop the carriage.
Marian, get back in the carriage.
- I have to see him. - No.
Bernard, you're a better man than my father deserves.
- I know it. - Marian, no.
Please.
I beg you.
Wait here.
Rob!
Wha... What are you doing here?
I'm here to say goodbye.
I'm leaving for London.
To the court of Queen Eleanor.
Why?
Because I have to.
Have to or want to?
What do you think?
Well-- I don't know!
You are Norman.
- Is that all you see in me? - What else can I see?
Do you resent me for being Norman?
Well, I resent everything that is Norman!
Even me?!
My father was behind your father's death.
He arranged his arrest, I'm sure of it.
Why are you telling me this?
Because I hate my father and I hate being Norman.
Perhaps even as much as you.
But I can't change that.
So, I will go to the palace,
where I will serve and survive.
But my thoughts will be with you,
whether you want them or not.
In my dreams...
I will always be with you in the forest.
When Will's mother passed...
there were many days I did not leave that very same bed.
But it can't go on forever.
You must make peace with your grief.
With your anger.
Make it your companion, not your curse.
You're heading for oblivion, my boy.
You don't turn your life around,
you're betraying your father even more than they did.
You continue on this path,
either you'll do some evil...
or some evil will be done to you.
My Lord, I wasn't expecting you.
Who were you expecting?
No one, sir.
Will you go hunting?
Yes, My Lord, two days.
I'll take Gerold and a few of the new ones.
When you return, we will speak on the matter of discipline.
It has grown slack.
As captain, it falls to you to ensure
the garrison is...
incorruptible.
This is something you will learn,
Captain Lefors.
Even if I must beat it into you.
Yes, My Lord.
Enjoy your hunt.
Why didn't you ask him?
I didn't know he was ready.
He ate my broth.
Yeah, something changed.
I'd say he made peace with it.
Well, go and ask him then.
- Is there something wrong? - No.
Just that the fair is coming to Leicester.
And there'll be an archery competition.
Finest archers in the county to compete,
and, well, mark my words
if you wouldn't be the best of them.
- What, archery? - A competition.
Best archer of the day wins a royal appointment
as a forester.
Not ready for that.
I, um... I broke my bow.
Well, if you have a like mind to enter,
I'm sure we can find you a new bow.
- Do you get to choose? - How's that?
Where they appoint you as a forester?
Why, Sherwood, of course.
I washed and dried it.
Ah, here.
As good as my word.
Come on, let's see you try.
That far?
Sweet Aedric's balls.
Your mother and father will be watching.
I'll make them proud.
The Sheriff's on the warpath.
I think the Locksley business riled him up.
And did you?
Mm, I understood.
No more Sheriff's daughter for me.
Screw him.
Oi.
Where are you going with that fancy bow, laddie?
Off to prick a ferret at the fair, I bet.
Should've stayed home
and fed the chickens.
Bah-kaw!
My bow's as good as yours, and my aim finer.
Ooh...
A challenge from the fancy boy.
All right, laddie. Two pennies.
Leave him to the fair.
- Five pennies? - Oh...
Five pennies for what?
That you...
can hit a mark of my choice.
I have to go.
Ten.
Ten pennies.
Or are you too afraid?
And if I miss?
Then I take that bow of yours,
and you go back to your farm.
Pick your mark.
All right.
Do I know you?
Oi... that's more than five-score yards.
Exactly.
- Ready? - No, they're the king's deer.
- You're not gonna hit one. - But if I do?
Hah!
You won't.
Mary, Mother, and Joseph...
What have you done?
- You owe me ten pennies. - You just shot a king's deer!
Fool I am, to meddle with you.
- Go on, get out of here. - What?
Don't ever let me see you again!
What-- no, you owe me ten pennies!
Go, or you will owe the king your head!
You're the one who took my father.
Locksley...
Earl Huntingdon's looking for you.
Another Saxon thief, aren't you?!
Norman murderer!
Give me that.
Lefors?
Help!