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We offer you Escape Escape Designed to free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure You are hiding in the middle of a great forest Quiet as a shadow While closing in on you Haunting you down like an animal Is a silent archer Who will kill you with an arrow through the heart Listen now as Escape Brings you Anthony Ellis's adaptation of the classic story Robert of Huntingdon Here you Let it be known by all present that a sum of 100 pounds is placed upon the head of the outlaw Robert of Huntingdon And that an additional 50 pounds is to be the reward for whosoever shall maim Kill or capture the following The felons little John Will Scarlett Will Stutley Nick Mutch The friar known as Tuck Gamble Gold Eleanor Dale Author of land David Doncaster Gilbert of the White Hand That proclamation was by order of his worship the sheriff of Nottingham In whose house a meeting was taking place Robin Hood Robin Hood I'm sick of the sound of that name Something's got to be done It's gone too far They shoot the king's deer in the king's forest Why they call it their forest Nobody's safe anymore Beggar, Tinker, Bishop, nobody It's got to start Now I want Sir Martin of Matlock to say a few words He's offered his services in the name of the king and myself Sir Martin Well lords Gentlemen It seems quite obvious that your attempts to put a stop to this Robin Hood have been anything but successful I've heard it said that more than once the sheriff himself has been tied backwards on an ass and sent trotting home Quiet, quiet We know all about that Sir Martin You mind getting to the point All right The point is that in Sherwood Forest there's a band of about a hundred and forty who fancy themselves The savior of the poor and the scourge of the rich Well that's an old story and one I'm sure we've come to know pretty well Any excuse for outlawing Well I propose to stop and to gather a force of men A hundred mounted, a hundred archers and one hundred foot soldiers Go into that forest and exterminate Robin Hood with the others once and for all Wait, wait, wait We can't afford to give you such an army without some kind of plan And besides, most of our best men lie buried there as it is What you're proposing has been tried, it's nothing new You don't know these outlaws as we do I have a plan your worship Oh I'll go into the forest alone Alone? These outlaws don't know me and I think because of that I'll be able to succeed How? Let's say I pretend to be a wronged yeoman They take me in to become one of the band I find out their weakness, their sentry posts Everything I can to help us when the time comes for attack It's very dangerous you know We won't be able to help you if they don't believe your story Well, it's my life your worship I can do what I want with it If I fail you've lost nothing I succeed All right And the rest of you? Good, good Give me a week I'll get word to you when the time comes My signal for the attack will be a blast on this horn And now my lords and gentlemen I'll disguise myself as a poor but honest yeoman Foully wronged by his worship, the sheriff of naught The sheriff had made an ally in Sir Martin of Matlock And with him the hope that his worst enemy Robin Hood would at last be brought to justice In Sherwood Forest, two men dressed in Lincoln green sat lazily beside a brook One tall, handsome, his cap set carelessly at an angle on his head Shading the eyes from the sun The other man, a giant at least seven feet And an L or more around the waist Chewing and sucking at the marrow of an entire oxen thigh bone I'm going to have to speak to Nick much about the quality of the sheriff's beef, Robin Little John And I've been thinking When was the last time the sheriff of Nottingham came to Sherwood? I remember It was when Nick much and I brought him Remember we tied him backwards Yes, yes, I remember It's more than a year ago, wasn't it? Doesn't it seem strange to you? Strange? Don't mention it Life isn't the same without that nasty little toad to worry Robin, we've got an idea We go to Nottingham, huh? We could do it again, 20 men storm his house No, no, I wasn't thinking of that But I have a feeling that something is wrong He's up to something I can feel it The forest has been too quiet And we haven't been bothered for a long time I notice you're growing the beginning of a pot Don't talk to me about pots, you great cumbersome whore Little John, wait a minute What? Listen To what? Someone's coming Pick up your bowl Give me cover from the trees over there I'll wait here, see who it is And be careful, Robin Good morning, stranger Well, good morning to you, my friend I seem to have lost my way Can you tell me where I am? Certainly, this is Sherwood Forest Where are you going? Nowhere Anywhere Where do you come from? Nottingham Huh? Yes, today, thanks to the sheriff I lost my cottage, my cow, my land, everything Oh, I'm sorry to hear that Well, I know the forest well enough If you like, I'll guide you through it Thanks But I'm looking for a man here, a particular man No? Robin Hood Possibly you know him, he's called an outlaw by some But there are others who swear by him Yes, I know Do you mind if I ask you why you want to find him? Well, they say he's always in need of good yeoman Now that I'm a felon in the eyes of the king I've nothing much to live for Unless he takes me into his company What is this nasty thing that you did? It was one of the king's deer I shot it and seen by a forest I escaped with my life, my longbow and these arrows Now, from the look of your eye I'd say you have the making of it, aren't you? Little John What's your name, my friend? Martin Greenleaf This little fellow coming here is called Little John Martin Greenleaf wants to join the band of Sherwood Forest I heard the talk What are you called? Robin Hood Well, I wasn't sure Taking to David Donkast, a little John Have him measured for a suit of green Then tell Nick much to prepare some food for him Welcome to Sherwood, Martin Greenleaf I think you can see to it that you'll never have regrets for today So according to his plan Sir Martin of Matlock was received With all the hospitality and kindness the outlaws could give Only one looked on the newcomer with a jaundiced eye Little John Friar Tuck came upon the giant Suddenly whittling a shaving of wood And what's the matter with you, little man? Face like that is enough to make a bee's neck this hour Now why aren't you a table feasting with a newcomer, Martin? Fat Friar Go away, I didn't ask for your company Save us all, I don't like yours either That's no answer to my question All right then, I don't like him This Martin Greenleaf Oh, I don't know why Robin's too easy, he's a mark for a sad story This fellow's told when that's all And if the story is true? If I'd rather have found that out before inviting him to join us You are a suspicious chap Now go on, go on back and stuff yourself I didn't ask you there Where are you going, chap? To look for better company But little John had another idea He dressed himself in the disguise of a tailor In carrying nothing but a stave and a dagger He made his way to Nottingham Where he hoped to find out what he could about Martin Greenleaf But luck wasn't with him Because he'd gone less than a mile beyond the forest When he was seen by six of the Sheriff's henchmen And because of his great height they recognized him I tell you what is, it's little John I've seen him before when we fought the outlaws in the forest Take him But the odds were too great And finally little John was taken prisoner into Nottingham Where he was locked in prison to await the Sheriff's displeasure It was Will Scarlett who heard the news from a friendly tinker Then carried it to the outlaws Robin, Robin Quiet, all of you, quiet Quiet! What's the matter, Will? Little John, little John What about little John? The Sheriff's men took him by surprise They've got him now in Nottingham When he was here a little while ago That's all I can tell you On the Nottingham Road, the tinker swears it was little John All right, all right, we'll go to Nottingham then And I'll tell you for one, I'll pick out the Sheriff's heart And throw it at the dogs when we come back We will return to escape And tonight's story, Robert of Huntington in just a moment For storing chorus singing Lend your ears to The Coral Ears Every Sunday night and most of these same CVS radio stations Yes, later tonight, enjoy The Coral Ears And now, back to escape When Sir Martin of Matlock heard the news, he smiled He hadn't expected things to work so well, so quickly But also the suddenness of the event had taken him by surprise And he had to find a way to warn the Sheriff of Robin Hood's decision Because every available man would be needed in the attempt to free little John Robin gave the spy a sword and arrows And the men in Lincoln Green began the march through Sherwood to Nottingham They stopped at the edge of the forest and Robin called a council meeting We'll wait until it gets dark Oh, but every hour, Robin, every minute we wait, little John has less of a chance Chance? What chance do you think we'd have if we attacked him daylight? That's it, Will, that's why we've got to wait Well, I say curse the daylight and curse the sacrifice Well, we're talking, little John may be dying There's no other choice, Nick Darkness is only about two hours away With it, we'll have an element of surprise Without that, we're finished And so is little John Can I say something, Robin? What? Oh, Martin Martin Greenleaf, of course Wouldn't I be the least likely to be recognized among you? I mean, supposing I went to the prison alone Say, as a pasty maker Selling my wares to the guards You've got a lot of courage, Martin But what? You know, it may be the thing If you were to make yourself known to the guards, they might not suspect When they're relieved of duty and replaced by others for the night, that might be our chance While they're changing, if you could give us the signal to attack Three blasts on my horn Yes, three If you are suspected, though You know what it will mean I'll take that chance You took one with me, didn't you, Robin? All right, Martin Do we all agree on it? Yes, all agree! You better leave your sword and bow with us We'll have them for your ready-bunner time cards And good luck, Martin You naughty, naughty man You're going to pay for all these years, you know I've waited a long time for this Perhaps you thought I'd forgotten your treatment of me The last time I was forced to go with you into the forest You are silent You'll pay You're going to pay Slowly Having to listen to you is payment enough, you nasty little maggot You wait You won't be laughing long First there's a little matter of your master Robin Hood There's a surprise for him, don't you worry Could it be better? We won't have to bring him out of hiding He'll come to us I know he'll try to do something heroic Then I was right Oh yes, you were right Well, come when they do, we'll be ready 300 men, you ugly pig Waiting for them now inside the gates of the town What have you got to say about that? Little John And at the edge of the forest, Robin and his men were also waiting Each man silent with his own thoughts And then the sun was gone from the sky Robin stood a little apart, sharpening the blade of his dagger Hey, Robin, yes Oh, fratza Now Robin, I've been thinking Yes, there was something little John spoke to me about Before he left us Well, what was it? This Martin Greenleaf Oh Well, go on, little Now John didn't seem to know why, but he said He didn't like the man, didn't trust him Now that's strange for little John At first I wondered about it Then I forgot, and now I'm beginning to wonder again Martin's willingness to do what he's done You know, it is possible that he is one of the sheriffs No, no, I can't believe that You've always been a good man, Robin That's one of the reasons I joined you I don't say I blame you if you thought his story was true But at the same time, if it wasn't If he was lying Then little John's capture is on my head Yes Why would he be so anxious to risk his life? He doesn't know, little John Why should he care that much? I should have spoken of this before And before I might not have listened Which is even more foolishness Call the men together, friar We've got to decide about this And they decided There was no proof of Martin Greenleaf's wrongdoing But the thought was planted and grew Until the fears were shared by all of them Robin made his plan Meanwhile, at the sheriff's house For there the lawmaker had gone to eat the evening meal A servant entered and close behind was Sir Martin of Matlock Sir Martin, you've got work Better than that I've got their plan of attack You mean they're coming now? At nightfall Better and better We're ready I never dreamed of such quick results When the guards are changed in the prison court tonight That's the signal for attack The archers will be posted on the prison wall Yes, and pikesmen inside the gates And once the outlaws are in Those who haven't been killed by the arrows The horsemen can finish We've got him We've got him But that wasn't the first time the sheriff Had said these very same words Only to see his triumph melt away through his fingers A little while later As the last gleam of sunset was turning From gold to rust And clouds were tinged with purple A ragged and forlorn figure Was seen mingling with the soldiers inside the prison gates And slowly the beggar made his way closer And closer to the prison door Then he was inside And sidling up to the guard He was watching the preparations in the court Come on, come on Get out of here I haven't got anything for you Get out Kind sir All I ask is that you Don't make a sound or I'll cut your head off And I mean it Get away from the door All right quickly Take me to the dungeon Where you're holding little John And remember one sound And you're going to be a very dead man Faster Yes, yes The key Little John Yes Time I was certain I'd be dancing at the end of a rope Not yet little man Guard the key to the chains Hurry Yes, yes We've got to get out before the prison gates are closed There's only a minute Pretty small odds We've got to run like hairs Give me a second to exercise This is the dog who hit me while I was chained One second, Robin I know Tilt your head, master foul fellow I'll jump more Now Robin, I'm ready Robin and little John made their way back to the great prison door And outside into the court where the light of day was almost gone Two soldiers were approaching the gate to close it And in the center of the square stood Sir Martin of Matlock Bugle in his hand A stride away looking pleased The sheriff of Nottingham Walk as quickly as you can As close to the walls as possible Come on I give my luck for my sword Or even I stay now You shouldn't have come, Robin When I say the word Run me, look at me I'm starting to change the guard at the gates All I hope is when Martin Greenleave Gives the signal to blow the brains right out of his head Now Run I'm breaking her I can't break on their shoulder in the head Square the others You'll see And because of the confusion Robin and little John escaped from Nottingham And as he'd planned, Robin led the way Across the lead to a long hedgerow Some 200 rods from the town walls And there they stopped because behind the brush Was Robin's entire force And each man had an arrow ready in his bow Give me a sword, wanna be in a bow I had much, much hope of giving them to you But I brought them along in prayer full faith That old devil bank Quiet, quiet now, men They'll be coming out of the town in a moment Be ready At the signal In moments later, they saw the mounted soldiers ride out And behind them had to run the pike-smen and archers Fanning out in a solid line The lights of Nottingham were behind them And where the men of the forest were hidden in darkness Such was not the case with the sheriff's men The sound of hooves fell upon them The sound of hooves fell upon the stillness And behind the hedgerow, every string pulled taut Every long bow bent The slaughter was terrible Almost every horseman had been unseated at the first volley And the deadly cloud of arrows continued to fall steadily Amongst the sheriff's army And when finally in complete defeat The archers and pike-smen were falling back The men in green with drawn swords Charged and completed the route It was Robin who came upon Sir Martin of Matlock This Sir Martin is for your treachery This is for Little John And this is for me And where the tremendous stroke Robin cut him down The battle lasted only a few moments longer And then on a signal from Robin The men of Sherwood melded back into the darkness in the forest Leaving the fields strewn with the sheriff's dead and hurt soldiers Little John's wounded shoulder was attended to by Friar Tuck As were the wounds of the others And then a great merry-making began Which lasted far into the night As for the sheriff of Nottingham At the first sound of battle he ran into his house And locking the door behind him Stood quivering in fear until the news of defeat was brought to him And then his great courage returned And he swore a mighty oath that someday He'd go again into Sherwood By his own hand bring Robert of Huntingdon to justice Under the direction of Norman McDonnell Escape has brought you Robert of Huntingdon Adapted by Anthony Ellis Starring William Conrad as Robert Hood Featured in the cast where Lawrence Dubkin Edgar Berrier and Herb Ellis With Jack Krushen, Vic Perrin, John Stevenson Harry Bartell and Peter Leeds Editorial supervision is by John Meston And the special music for Escape Is composed and conducted by Leith Stevens Next week You are standing 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