Robin of Sherwood1984

Will Scarlet:
What's your name?

Robin of Loxley:
Robin. Robin of Loxley.

Will Scarlet:
Loxley? There's no such place.

Robin of Loxley:
That's what they tell us. Nothing's forgotten.

Will Scarlet:
No, nothing's forgotten, nothing. My wife's folks, they came from Loxley. And they died there. And I wish to God she'd died with them!

Robin of Loxley:
Why? Why do you say that?

Will Scarlet:
Cold November night. Soldiers, drunk... mercenaries. They took her from me, and when they'd finished with her, they trampled her to death with their horses. And then they laughed. Laughed! My name was Will Scathlock. It's Scarlet now.