PRINCE OF THIEVES - Daily Script
PRINCE OF THIEVESStory byPen DenshamScreenplay byJohn Watson&Pen DenshamTrilogy Entertainment Groupin association with:WARNER BROS. INC.4000 Warner BoulevardBurbank, California 91522FIRST DRAFTJuly 10, 1990 1990WARNER BROS. INC.All Rights Reserved
PRINCE OF THIEVESFADE IN:SUNSETThe glowing orb ripples like a blood-red eye.BLACK, ROBED FIGUREA face of the ages. Dark, wrinkled skin. Wizened,almond eyes. He howls at the sun. His voice ECHOESacross the sky. The Moslem call to prayer.Hundreds of feet below his tower, a mud-walled city ofminarets and mosques. A human ants' nest. Scurrying totheir devotions.EXT. TWELFTH-CENTURY ARAB CITY - ESTABLISHING SHOTINT. DUNGEONS - SUNSETPervasive blackness. Moans of men in pain. Drippingwater. Rats. Filth. The nadir of human degradation.Bedraggled white men, POWs from the Crusades, cagedtogether with Arab cutthroats. Jailers wrench twocrusaders from their cell. ROBIN OF LOCKSLEY and PETERDUBOIS. Their appearance reeks of long imprisonment, butremnants of their noble heritage still glimmer in theirfaces. Peter is so frail he can barely walk.INT. TORTURE CHAMBER - SUNSETA furnace. Torture instruments glow red hot. Chainedvictims. A massive INTERROGATOR scrutinizes the twowhite men. Indicates a rat-faced lowlife, who points atPeter, jabbering in Arabic.INTERROGATORHe says you stole his bread.PETERIt is a lie. I caught himstealing ours.The lowlife jabbers some more.The Interrogator debates.INTERROGATORCut off the infidel's hand.The jailers haul Peter to the chopping block.(CONTINUED)
2.CONTINUED:ROBINNo!. I took the bread.PETERThat's not true.ROBINThey're not interested in truth.You are too weak, Peter. Youwould not live through it.The Interrogator stares into Robin's eyes.INTERROGATORSacrifice for the weaker? Hownoble. As you wish. Cut offthis one's hand as well!. Butfirst.He indicates an Arab prisoner, who is dragged forward.His struggling hand is laid on the executioner's block.INTERROGATORShow them the courage of Allah.The prisoner's face braces for the pain. A red-hotscimitar flashes down. The hand flips into a basket.Twitching.Robin is next. His composure fails. He flops to hisknees, crying. The Interrogator laughs. The jailersunlash the thongs on Robin's hand. They stretch it out,forcing it down. Robin goes limp, sobbing. Petercatches his eye. Robin winks.The scimitar. Drawn from the coals. Spitting flame.Arcs down. Robin is suddenly galvanized.ROBINAnd this is English courage.He hurls his holders aside. Swings upward, driving hisfast into the executioner's throat. Grabs the sword.Slash. His thongs melt like butter. A jailer leaps athim. Steaming, the scimitar slices into the man's chest.Despite his bindings, Peter wrestles the Interrogator.Knife pressed to his throat, Peter is forced against thefurnace. At the last second, he flips the man into thefire. Screaming.PETERThat's for five years of hell.(CONTINUED)
3.CONTINUED:A jailer aims a scalding blade at Robin's back.Behind you!VOICE (O.S.)Warned, Robin ducks away.the wall.Slams the jailer's head intoPeter frees himself, but they are still outnumbered.While fighting, Robin acknowledges the man who shoutedthe warning. An imposing, shaven-headed SARACEN.Heavily-muscled arms and chest, covered in tattoos. Evenhis bald head is ornamented.ROBINYou speak English?SARACENThe king's own. Set me free.No, Robin.PETERSARACENFor pity's sake. Mine is asentence of death.Robin sidesteps, propelling a guard into a pit.PETERDon't trust him.Two more guards attack, yelling fury.curved scimitar.Robin eyes theROBINWhat I would give for an Englishsword. This is a pruning hook.A guard swings at him with a giant axe.shears the axe handle in two.Hmm!Robin slashes.ROBINNot bad.He runs the man through. Peter loses his sword. Hisopponent moves in for the kill. Peter grabs tongs fromthe fire and smolders his opponent with a backhand.Commotion outside.RAISED VOICES and RUNNING FEET.SARACENFree me and I will show you a wayout.(CONTINUED)
4.CONTINUED:ROBINWhy should we trust you?SARACENIf you don't, you are dead men.ROBINHe makes a point.The door bursts open.A good point.More guards rush in.ROBINHe slashes the man free.Robin!PETERROBINWhatever blood is in his veins, hedoes not deserve to die here.This way!SARACENHe beckons them to the back.tunnel.A hidden door leads into aINT. SEWERS - NIGHTThey wade through foul water up to their waists. TheSaracen leads. A snake lashes out for his face. Robinlops off its head.SARACENYou are fast, my friend.ROBINFive years I've waited for thesmell of free air. That makes aman fast.Guards drop down from above, carrying torches.the way.BlockingSARACENYou will need to be yet faster.A narrow opening to their left. they splash through.Half running, half crawling in the dank water. Firearrows land around them. The orange smoke is choking.(CONTINUED)
5.CONTINUED:Poison air.SARACENHold your breath.Flames illuminate the walls, alive with a loathsome massof crawling slime. Peter falls. A pursuer descends onhim, thrusting a blazing torch at his face. The Saracenintercepts the blow. Grabs the man's neck, SNAPPING itwith one mighty twist.PETER(coughing)Thanks. I misjudged you.SARACENSave your breath.Gasping for air, they find the tunnel veers steeply downward. A slippery, granite tube. Losing purchase, theyslide headlong. Sharp, rusted spikes jut out from thewalls ahead.Robin grabs at the walls to break the fall. No use.They're picking up speed. He turns his sword crossways,bracing it against the sides of the tunnel, as a brake.Sparks fly. The sword cuts into Robin's chest. but itworks.SARACENAllah be praised.ROBINAmen, brother.A bloodcurdling scream. A pursuing guard tumbles downthe sewer chute. The three men press themselves againstthe wall. The man hurtles by. is impaled on thespikes.A draft of fresh air from the roof of the tunnel. Usingthe spiked guard as a ladder, Robin climbs. Removes agrating.EXT. ARAB STREET - NIGHTRobin's head appears. ducks back down, as a squad ofmounted soldiers thunders right over him. he reappears.All clear. They're outside the prison wall. Robin helpsPeter up.ROBINGod willing, we may now be safe.(CONTINUED)
6.CONTINUED:Swoosh. An arrow pierces through Peter's chest -- firedfrom the prison wall. He reels. Robin leads him underthe wall for protection. Shouts of alarm. Soldiersapproaching.Come, Peter.ROBINWe must hurry.Raising his sword, Peter faces the oncoming soldiers.It is mortal.PETERLeave me.ROBINHold on to my shoulder.Peter shakes him off.PETERMy mother. my little sister.Tell them I love them. Tell themI died a free Englishman.Robin looks despairingly to the Saracen.SARACENHis wound is by the heart.cannot save him.WeRobin knows it's true. Peter pulls an insignia ring froma hidden pouch in his clothes. Thrusts it into Robin'shand.PETERTake this to my sister. Swear youwill protect her for me. Swearit, Robin!ROBIN(reluctantly)I swear it.Summoning hidden resources of strength, Peter charges atthe oncoming soldiers, brandishing his sword.For England.PETERHe fells the first Arab.The Saracen pulls Robin away.SARACENCome now! Do not fail your friend.Make his sacrifice an act of honor.They vanish into the night. Fighting like a man possessed, Peter is swallowed in a sea of enemy soldiers.
7.DESERTED ALLEY - LATERRobin and the Saracen catch their breath.ROBINFarewell, friend. God speed youon your way.SARACENOur way is together. With thespeed of Allah.He grins.This strange man has a sense of humor.ROBINI go to England.SARACENThen I go to England.England?ROBINWhy?SARACENYou saved my life. I must staywith you until I save yours.ROBINGo your own way. I relieve you ofyour obligation.SARACENOnly Allah can do that.ROBINAnd if I don't want you?SARACENYou have no choice. unless youthink you can kill me.He grins broadly.Offers his hand.SARACENMy name is Aslan.Resigned, Robin takes the proferred hand.ROBINRobin of Locksley. You know ashort route to England, Aslan?CUT TO:
8.EXT. LOCKSLEY CASTLE (NOTTINGHAMSHIRE, ENGLAND)Eerie shapes. Weaving. White light on water. The moonreflected in the moat of a small castle. Towers shroudedin night mist. Smoke curls from a chimney.SUPERIMPOSE:LOCKSLEY CASTLE, NOTTINGHAMSHIRE, ENGLANDINT. LOCKSLEY CASTLE - NIGHTFIRE CRACKLES in an open hearth. Hams and a half sheephang, smoking. An old DOG SNORES at the fireside. Abone clunks on the floor, waking him.VOICE (O.S.)Enough of that din, Remus.can't think.ILicking the bone gratefully, the dog looks in the direction of the voice. Grey. Proud. Distinguished. LORDLOCKSLEY.Seated at a table, wine goblet in hand, he pores over awonderful illustrated Bible. Reading to himself forsolace and strength. Empty chairs surround the vasttable. A deep sense of loneliness. He glances at aportrait over the fireplace. Robin.The dog jumps. Hackles rise. O.S. SHOUTS. Locksleyunsheathes a dagger. Obscures it in the folds of theBible. The door bursts open. A peasant, ragged,desperate, KENNETH.My Lord!KENNETHHelp me.He's bleeding from a face wound. Another man grabs himfrom behind. Locksley's craggy-faced retainer, DUNCAN.Older than his master, but still strong, he holds Kennethback.DUNCANYou must wait. I am sorry youwere disturbed, Master.KENNETH(high anxiety)My Lord, please!LOCKSLEYIt is alright, Duncan.(to Kenneth)You are Kenneth of Cowfall?The peasant falls to his knees.(CONTINUED)
9.CONTINUED:KENNETHThey've taken my Gwen.daughter.MyLOCKSLEYWho has taken her?KENNETHMen on horses. In masks.(touches his wound)We tried to stop them. My son isdead.EXT. LOCKSLEY CASTLE - NIGHTSteam pours from the nostrils of a black charger. LordLocksley mounts, in armor. Duncan attempts to detainhim.DUNCANYou cannot go alone, Master.me ride for help.LetLOCKSLEYThat may be too late. Kenneth,lead the way.He kicks his horse into motion.Master, stay!moon tonight.DUNCANThere is an evilLOCKSLEYGood will overcome, Duncan.in that.Duncan looks up.across the moon.Crosses himself.TrustDark clouds raceCUT TO:EXT. WOODED TRAILKenneth checks the ground.Locksley waits.KENNETHThey came this way, my Lord.Onward then.LOCKSLEYWhat is this place?(CONTINUED)
10.CONTINUED:KENNETHNearby the Gregor Caves.Locksley reacts -- a hint of fear. They move on.Ahead, the hillside glows, rimmed in eerie light.Strange primitive CHANTS, wafted on the wind. Locksleyties his nervous horse to a tree.Parting undergrowth, Kenneth creeps forward. Cries out.He's face to face with the maggot-eaten skull of a goat.Beyond it, a gruesome host of half-skinned human skulls,all arranged on stakes. Some male, others with rottingfemale tresses, staring eyelessly into the night.Kenneth turns to run. A hand grabs him.LOCKSLEYSteady, man. They are to dissuadethe faint of heart. Think ofGwen.From the crest of the rise, they peer down into thecraggy valley. A cave opening, ablaze with flames leersat them like the mouth of hell. Before the cave, acircle of stones. A miniature Stonehenge.A medieval orgy. Men and women in masks and looserobes. Dancing. Drinking. Reveling. Pure carnality.Lord Locksley and Kenneth watch in horror. Faces ashen.Druids.KENNETHLOCKSLEYI trusted we were rid of such evila century ago.An unearthly SCREECH. A creature leaps into the circleof stones. Grotesque gargoyle head, horns, fur-coveredarms and legs. A living Hieronymous Bosch DEMON. Itsclawed hands slash across a reveler's back, drawingblood in vicious streaks. The creature tastes the blood.The reveler is ecstatic.KENNETH(petrified)Is it the devil?LOCKSLEYIf it is, I have some Christiansteel that will test his hide.He draws his sword. A crucifix sculpted into the hilt.A girl is dragged from the cave. Kenneth buries hishead.(CONTINUED)
11.CONTINUED:LOCKSLEYGwen?Kenneth nods.The Demon shrieks, dervishing around GWEN, who iscarried onto the central plinth stone. A pagan altar,the shape of an elephant's head with its trunk raised. Amasked figure stands at the head of the altar. The highpriest of the dark rite.The girl's body shudders as blood-red liquid is forceddown her throat. The Demon's voice is husky and hideous.DEMONCome, my virgin flower.Hypnotized by the creature's voice and snake-like movements, Gwen stretches herself out. A single beam ofsunlight slices through the mist, like a laser. Thefirst light of the rising sun, it strikes directly on thealtar, tracking down towards the girl's heart. TheDemon's raised talons close in on the white flesh of herneck. Gwen's eyes are open wide, in a trance. The crowdof revelers encircle the plinth. Awed anticipation.A warrior's yell!Sword raised, Locksley THUNDERS in on his CHARGER. Theterrified crowd parts. The Demon screams like a banshee.Kill him!DEMONKill him!The followers throw themselves atthem off. The high priest issueswho run to intercept. One aims athe shaft in half. Cuts men downReaches the altar stone.Gwen!Locksley. He beatsorders to armed guards,spear. Locksley hacksleft and right.LOCKSLEYUp, girl, up!Gwen shakes off her trance. The Demon launches itself atLocksley. Talons rip flesh from his face. With all hisstrength, Locksley hurls the creature down.LOCKSLEYIn the name of God!His broadsword swings in a mighty arc. Slices across thegargoyle's skull. Clean through half the face.Impossibly, the demon rolls back to its feet.(CONTINUED)
12.CONTINUED:The head is an elaborate mask -- beneath are the yellowskin, white hair, and burning red eyes of an albinocrone. Screaming vitriol, the hag is unharmed.Momentarily stunned, Locksley regains his senses, haulsthe girl onto his charger. The guards close in.Locksley spurs his horse. Rides for an opening.The masked high priest stands resolutely in his path.Brandishing a burning branch. The horse is freaked.Rears. Locksley and the girl are thrown.Unarmed, Locksley charges the man. Slams him into thecave wall. The mask falls. Locksley gasps inrecognition.Nottingham!LOCKSLEYThe SHERIFF OF NOTTINGHAM. Powerful build, black beard,cruel intensity in every feature.NOTTINGHAMYou are an unwelcome surprise,Locksley.LOCKSLEYThe King shall hear of this,Nottingham.I think not.NOTTINGHAMLocksley is surrounded. One by one the men reveal theirfaces. Locksley backs up in shock, recognizing them.God help us.LOCKSELYNOTTINGHAMOne day all England will worshipwith us.Never.LOCKSLEYThe crone spits venom in his face.DEMONI am Mortianna. You will die withmy name on your lips.Locksley's agonized cry fills the valley. On the hillside, Kenneth averts his eyes. Turns to run. Fivemasked figures block his way.
13.EXT. ENGLISH SHORE - DAYA twelfth century French sailboat at anchor.its sail.A cross onA longboat rows to shore. Robin stands in the prow, ina pilgrim's hooded robe. He gazes at the approachingland. Unable to wait, he leaps into the surf and wadesto the beach. He kneels, pressing his hands and faceinto the soil.Home.ROBINThank you, Lord.Aslan steps from the boat, sniffing the air. The Frenchsailors keep their distance from him. Robin takes hishand.ROBINMy friend, you have escorted mehome. I beg you to free yourselfof your vow. Return with theboat. I know how heavy yourheart must be, this far from yourfamily and native land.ASLAN (SARACEN)Because I love them so dearly,I cannot dishonor them.A sailor creeps up behind Aslan, club in hand.ROBINI thought you'd say that.He nods to the sailor, who swings the club down. TheSaracen sidesteps, grabs the man's arm and flips himinto the surf. He turns a cold stare on Robin.ASLANNo man controls my destiny.Especially not one who attacksdownwind and stinks of garlic.Robin laughs.The Saracen remains intense.ASLANIf our positions were reversed,I would have done the same.Only I would have succeeded.He smiles broadly.Robin claps him on the shoulder.ROBINCome, Aslan. By nightfall we willcelebrate your honor when we dinewith my father.
14.EXT./INT. PEASANT'S COTTAGE - DAYCRASH! An armored foot splinters the door of a farmer'shovel. Children scream and run. A soldier clubs atthem, laughing.Outside. More soldiers. Some on horses, others on foot,with leashed hounds. Pillaging. Vandalizing.Searching.GUY GISBORNE: An impressive figure on horseback.Strikingly handsome -- except that one of his ears ismissing. We recognize his face from the Druid ceremony.He coldly addresses a pregnant woman with a child in herarms, FANNY.GISBORNEYou owe the sheriff three bushelsof flax.FANNYYou starve us. First the drought,now you take what food we haveleft.GISBORNEFor starving people, you lookfat enough.SOLDIER(emerging fromthe hut)He's not here, sir. None but thewoman and children.GISBORNE(to Fanny)Where is your mate? The manthey call Little.FANNYHe died last winter.GISBORNEIs that so? We hear he is verymuch alive. Hiding out in theforest. He probably ran awayto escape your scolding tongue.The soldiers join in his laughter. Incensed, Fannypounds her fist on his legs. Gisborne kicks her down.Norman swine!FANNYA BOY of 12 springs from nowhere, thrusting a hay fork atGisborne's throat.(CONTINUED)
15.CONTINUED:FANNYNo, Wulf! Don't! 'Twill onlymake it worse.Wulf backs off.Nostrils flaring with repressed hate.Seize him!GISBORNEWhile two soldiers grab the Boy, others examine hishiding place. A secret thatched door, built into theside of a haystack. a bow and quiver. and a deercarcass. Gisborne dismounts.GISBORNEThis is Lord Nottingham's deer.Is this how you repay the Sherifffor his protection?WULF (BOY)Like a wolf protects sheep.I killed it.FANNYWe needed the meat.GISBORNEPoachers hang. Either he dies oryou die.WULFMy mother lies to protect me.No, Wulf!FANNYGisborne drags the boy to the carcass.GISBORNEYou have deprived us of a hunt,boy.He cups his hand in the deer's blood.Wulf's face.Smears it onGISBORNEThe hounds know the scent well.He tosses his bloody glove to the dogs. They tear ateach other in their effort to rip at the glove.GISBORNERun, boy. Like a deer. Give ussome pleasure before you die.(CONTINUED)
16.CONTINUED:To the accompaniment of the HOUNDS' savage HOWLS andthe horrified screams of his family, Wulf runs.Unleash them!GISBORNEEXT. COUNTRY ROAD - DUSKNearing home, Robin is buoyant.walks two paces behind him.The Saracen, brooding,ROBINWhy must you walk in back of me?ASLANIn your land am I not the infidel?The unbeliever, the instrument ofevil?ROBINOur races have fought for ahundred years to prove that point.ASLANThen I trust it is safer to appearas your slave than as your equal.ROBINFor an 'infidel' you have uncommonclarity of thinking. Yet yourefuse to tell me about your homeand family.ASLANThose are my burdens.ROBINYou speak my language. You havethe diplomacy and honor code ofa nobleman. I ask again, whywere you to be executed?The Saracen maintains a moody silence.ROBINSo, I must continue with myguesswork. You are highborn?Probably. You fell from favor.Clearly. Why? You broke thelaw? You were a rival for power?. A woman?(CONTINUED)
17.CONTINUED:The Saracen reacts, almost imperceptibly.ROBINBy the Lord, that's it!Aslan is silent, but Robin knows he's right.ROBINThey say there are Arab women ofsuch beauty that they can possessa man's mind, that he would bewilling to die for them. Isthat not so?Ignoring him, the Saracen stops.sky.Examines the darkeningASLANIt is close to sunset.ROBINYour people must marry womenchosen for them by others, right?No reply.Aslan unfolds a prayer rug.ROBINWho is she? The Mullah's daughter?. Another man's wife?. That'sit!ASLANEndless clouds. Is there no sunin your cursed country?ROBINYou dog! You painted old dog!What is her name?ASLANWhich way is East?Her name?East?Her name?East?!!!Robin folds his arms.ROBINASLANROBINASLANA standoff.(CONTINUED)
18.CONTINUED:ASLANDamn you!. Jasmina.Ah, Jasmina!ROBINIs she beautiful?ASLANWhich way is East?That way.ROBINAslan throws his rug on the ground.Are you sure?Kneels.ASLANROBINI would know blindfolded. I'mfive miles from home. Was sheworth it?ASLANWorth dying for.Robin stands smiling over him as Aslan begins hisprayers. BAYING of HUNTING DOGS. In t
ROBIN You speak English? SARACEN The king's own. Set me free. PETER No, Robin. SARACEN For pity's sake. Mine is a sentence of death. Robin sidesteps, propelling a guard into a pit. PETER Don't trust him. Two more guards attack, yelling fury. Robin eyes the curved scimitar. ROBIN What I would give for an English sword. This is a pruning hook.
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