Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves

PRINCE OF THIEVES Story by Pen Densham Screenplay by John Watson & Pen Densham FIRST DRAFT Trilogy Entertainment Group in association with: July 10, 1990 WARNER BROS. INC. © 1990 4000 Warner Boulevard WARNER BROS. INC. Burbank, California 91522 All Rights Reserved PRINCE OF THIEVES FADE IN: SUNSET The glowing orb ripples like a blood-red eye. BLACK, ROBED FIGURE A face of the ages. Dark, wrinkled skin. Wizened, almond eyes. He howls at the sun. His voice ECHOES across the sky. The Moslem call to prayer. Hundreds of feet below his tower, a mud-walled city of minarets and mosques. A human ants' nest. Scurrying to their devotions. EXT. TWELFTH-CENTURY ARAB CITY - ESTABLISHING SHOT INT. DUNGEONS - SUNSET Pervasive blackness. Moans of men in pain. Dripping water. Rats. Filth. The nadir of human degradation. Bedraggled white men, POWs from the Crusades, caged together with Arab cutthroats. Jailers wrench two crusaders from their cell. ROBIN OF LOCKSLEY and PETER DUBOIS. Their appearance reeks of long imprisonment, but remnants of their noble heritage still glimmer in their faces. Peter is so frail he can barely walk. INT. TORTURE CHAMBER - SUNSET A furnace. Torture instruments glow red hot. Chained victims. A massive INTERROGATOR scrutinizes the two white men. Indicates a rat-faced lowlife, who points at Peter, jabbering in Arabic. INTERROGATOR He says you stole his bread. PETER It is a lie. I caught him stealing ours. The lowlife jabbers some more.