A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court Page #6
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- 1949
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[ Sneezes ]
in years.
Thank you, sire.
You proud, honey?
Proud?
Proud of my part
in this unseemly spectacle?
Oh, after all--
Proud that thou hast made
a fool out of such
a noble gentleman?
Well, I won, didn't I?
What do you want me to do?
I want you to apologize
to Sir Lancelot.
Apologize?
Yes.
For what?
For insulting him.
What do you expect, me to be
killed like a gentleman?
in truth, thou art
no gentleman.
Wait. Where are you going?
I need to comfort
Sir Lancelot.
Well, after all, sire,
it's just the rules--
Hast thou not learned
there are no rules where
women are concerned?
Here, take this pill.
it will ease thy gripe.
[Banging]
Not too close, fellas.
Pray, sire, what art
thou contriving?
Just trying to keep busy,
keep out of trouble.
I think Ill let you fellas
in on a little secret.
See this gadget here?
That's a pistol.
These little gimmicks--
bullets.
Stand clear. Stay right there.
Ill show you how it works.
Suppose youre out
in the woods late one night...
and a big old wolf
all of a sudden pops up
in front of you.
You wouldn't be scared,
would ya?
Oh, no, you wouldn't.
Not even a little, sire?
No, sir, because you got
your trusty pistol with you.
All you do is just
hold it up like that,
pull back that hammer
like that, get all set, aim--
Where'd everybody go?
it's all right, fellas.
You can come out now.
The big bad wolf is dead.
Im sorry.
I didn't mean to scare you.
That's just a sample
of what's comin', fellas.
chock-full of miracles--
useful miracles...
like the printing press,
the sewing machine,
bathtubs.
Bathtubs?
Yeah.
[ With British Accent ]
You mean we're all
gonna have to take baths?
Every single Sat--
Every single Saturday, yes.
Greetings, milord.
Hi, Saggy.
That's all, fellas.
So long. See you tomorrow.
We've got big business here.
Good night, sire.
Good-bye.
She won't see me?
Rumor hath it that Lancelot
and Lady Alisande are
to be wed within the week.
But she's not in love with him.
She told me so herself.
Female paradox.
Well, this changes things.
There's an old saying in
Connecticut:
"When you gotto 'git', 'git."'
Thou wouldst leave Britain?
There's nothing to
hold me here now.
- Greetings,
O Mighty Sorcerer,
- [Hank] Hello,
What's on your mind, honey?
Come in.
'Tis-- 'Tis about my father.
What about your father?
He is sick
unto death, sire.
For three days now he
has lay in a bed growing
weaker and weaker.
Now, now. Has the doctor
been to see your father?
No, sire. No one.
They say he hath the plague.
The plague?
Be gone, child!
Clarence!
Please, Sir Boss.
Thou canst help him.
Thou art a mighty wizard.
We will pay you these coins,
and our pigs, we have two
of them, and a goat--
Im afraid you've got
me wrong. Im not, uh--
Where do you live, honey?
But, sire--
Wait here for me.
And don't be playing
around with that.
You might get hurt.
With this toy, sire?
Put it down!
Come along, honey.
Ridiculous that a mere trinket
should harm a grown man.
Ridiculous.
Utterly ridiculous.
Who is it?
A friend, ma'am.
A friend?
We have no friends.
Did you see the sign
outside?
None may enter this house
of pestilence.
Fly, stranger,
while there is yet time.
if its all right with you,
ma'am, Ill stay a while.
Stay then,
and bless you.
Your husband?
My husband.
Well, Ill be careful.
Ill try not to wake him.
That you will not,
for he is dead.
[ Sobbing ]
Cry if you will, child.
A month ago
this was our family--
a fine husband,
two strapping sons,
a daughter.
Now were alone.
Your sons,
are they dead too?
Not dead,
but better dead,
Years ago, the lord
of the manor planted certain
fruit trees on our farm.
'Twas his right.
His right?
'Tis the law, sire,
Some time ago
three of those trees
were found hewn down,
Our sons ran frightened
to report the crime.
And although they themselves
were innocent,
they were accused
of the crime.
Well, in His Lordship's
dungeon, there they lie.
and rot till they confess.
But such things can't be.
Truly thou art a stranger.
[ Sobbing Continues ]
Cry, child.
Would I could cry
with you.
it's a masterpiece.
A masterpiece!
it needs
a touch of ermine.
Ermine and velvet?
'Twould clash, sire.
They wouldnt
be happy together.
I want ermine!
Oh, yes, sire.
Yes, certainly, sire.
Take it off.
Yes, sire. Certainly.
Ermine.
You shall have ermine.
[ Grunts ]
[ Sighs ]
More hot water.
[Man ]
More hot water!
[Man #2 ]
More hot water!
Hot water.
Hot water!
[Man #3 ]
Hot water,
[Man #4 ] Hot water!
Blasted incompetents.
They can't even keep
the water hot.
I don't how Ive survived
all these years.
Things are bad all over.
Why don't you get wise
to yourself? Get acquainted
with your people.
My people? But I see
I don't mean these musical
comedy personalities
around the palace.
I mean your subjects.
How do you suppose
they feel about you?
My boy, they love me.
On the morrow
I journey to London.
All along the way my subjects
will be bowing and smiling
Did you ever happen to think
that underneath those smiles
they may be hating you?
- Hating me?
- That's the word.
But why?
Im a good king.
Good King Arthur
they call me.
it may surprise you to learn
that this country is crawling
with people who hate you.
Sick people, hungry people,
people who no longer hate you
because they're dead.
Why, sire, I can tell you--
Cease!
[ Groans ]
Oh, heavens, I am sick.
And it's all your fault.
Young man, I could have
you hanged for this.
But you won't.
'Cause I have a feeling
you believe me.
All these lies
about my subjects?
Are they lies?
I don't know.
I don't know.
What, with my ill health,
how could I know anything?
if you don't know, sire,
I suggest you find out.
Find out?
Yes,
We could make a trip
around the country.
Might open your eyes a little.
But... how 'bout my cold?
This could easily help your cold
and your country.
A miracle?
it could well be,
Your Majesty.
How worketh we
this miracle?
Well--
How does
it strike you, sire?
Well, as thou sayest,
it's a... cinch?
A cinch.
A cinch.
to London.
Make the trip disguised as
a humble freeman with Clarence
and me along for good luck.
But dost think that any
humble garb can conceal
evidence of our royal blood?
it'll take a bit of doing,
but we'll handle it.
Till dawn, sire?
Till dawn.
Ill only be a minute, honey.
I just wanted to say so long.
So long?
Good-bye.
Thou art leaving?
in a few hours.
I see.
But I had to
tell you this.
I think you're doing
the right thing--
about Sir Lancelot, I mean,
a national disaster,
Disaster, sire?
This knight business,
I 'd-- I 'd be no good at it.
instead of gettin' on a horse
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