Arabian Nights Page #3

You know where this Ali Baba lives?

An expensive villa on a hill

overlooking the City Park.

That's a particularly desirable

residence, with a view of...

I don't want to buy it!

I just want to kill him and

everyone else in the house.

How many of us do you want for the job?

All of us... we don't know

how many we'll have to kill.

How're forty of us going

to get past the guards?

I know how... I want Ali Baba and his brood

slaughtered by this time tomorrow night!

And so the evil Black Coda

walked up to the city gates...

... Ready to slaughter Ali Baba

and everyone in his house...

What's the matter?

Nothing, Sire.

Wha-- wha-- what happened

to Ali and Morgiana?

What happened next... and

did Black Coda kill them...

And-- and...

Don't you know?

Of course I know, but I'm

tired. It's already morning.

Oh... it can't be morning,

morning never comes for me,

It's always night. I've lost track of time.

So... you won't go on?

Yes, but storytelling's best done at night...

At least for me...I mean,

It's hard to create the right

atmosphere with the sun shining...

Don't you think?

It's a trick!... a trick to trick me!!

No!!... No!!!

What is it, Sire?

I want you to meet somebody!

Who are these men?

Friends, Sultaness.

Please, stay clam.

Stay back!.... Sire!

Sire!

Sire!

- Please Stay calm - Stay back!

Sire!

Sire, no...

You will finish the story

of Ali Baba tomorrow night.

I sit in the bazaar, telling stories,

but if the audience isn't interested in

What I'm saying, it walks away.

But if your audience isn't

interested, you're dead.

I thought it would be easy but it isn't.

I almost lost it before I got started.

I've told you before, the

first moments are vital.

I paused at a good point... with the thieves

sneaking into Damascus to kill Ali Baba.

Sneaking in how?... in what?

- A wagon. - Too ordinary...

it has to be something more exotic...your

starting your story again...

you have to hook your audience again.

How?

I was walking last night past the

Great Mosque in the street of Sighs,

exactly an hour after sundown,

when I came face to face with Death...

Had he come for you?

See... you're hooked!

He's still insane and he'll kill

you... Now I've made arrangements

for your escape....

It's too late... if I fled he'd punish you

and then pick the poor girls in the Harem.

So you'll stay and risk your life.

I promised I'd help... if I can make him

listen to my stories, maybe he'll change.

You don't sound as certain as you were.

I'm not.

As I was sating, Black Coda brought

his whole gang into Damascus,

in a wagon, to murder Ali Baba.

But it was no ordinary wagon.

The wagon was carrying

an amount of stone jars.

How did Black Coda explain the jars.

What's this, old man?

Forty jars of lamp oil for the royal palace.

Forty jars of oil...

that's clever - that's very clever...

obviously Black Coda had a black

heart but a very bright brain.

He had that, alright.

Naturally, Ali had no idea

of the danger he was in.

He didn't tremble when

he should have trembled.

How're we going to protect

him, Saffrow? He's a dreamer!

What about all those

schemes for making money?

He needs someone to look after him...

Yeah... I love him...

but does he love me?

....your a camel, what

do you know about love?

I'm sorry...

Your a wise camel, aren't you?

Turn to right to Ali Baba's house.

I thought you'd like some

hot lemon and nutmeg, sir.

Thank you, Morgiana...

I think it's time you

started calling me Ali...

Salute this...

I'll stay up late tonight

thinking of money-making schemes.

Why sir...

Ali?

Why think up such schemes?... you're rich.

I know, but that was luck... I'm not

going to stay lucky all my life.

I want to know I can

survive if my luck turns.

I'll be back in two hours when it's quiet...

then we'll kill everyone in the house.

It will be a pleasure, chief!

There's a wagon parked in the street outside.

It's a merchant, lady, with

jars of oil for the palace...

he asked permission to leave his

wagon there for a few hours.

Did you check him closely.

Yes lady.

- How much did he give you?

- Nothing, lady, nothing!

Isn't there any more oil in the house?

We have to buy some tomorrow.

Didn't you say that merchant

had some jars of oil?

Yes.

Hm, he won't mind us talking

a little for the night.

We'll pay him in the morning.

Life often turns on such small

things as a flickering oil lamp...

Praise be to Allah... it can't be

long before the killing starts.

Morgiana, this man's got a marvellous idea

for breeding termites with wooden legs...

I think I should invest...

They've come Ali!

Who?

The murderers you stole the money from.

I've got an idea...

follow me.

Chief!

Chief! is that you?

Any moment now.

Hear that men?... any moment now!

Black Coda's men hung like ripe fruit.

It was all over.

Well, not quite.

Ali Baba threw a magnificent party,

To celebrate the defeat of

Black Coda and his gang.

The chief attraction was the most

famous entertainer in all of lslam.

- The Jokes of man Gibtail?

- It day to celebrate,

because with the help of my friend,

Morgiana,

Black Coda's gang have

been crushed like beetles.

Ask if Morgiana will

dance for us, Ali Baba...

she's a beautiful dancer!

I didn't know that, Morgiana...

I can't dance a step.

I'll show you.

Morgiana!

That's not funny. Not funny at all.

Morgiana, what have you done?

They all kill!...

... women are born to hell!...

They kill without reason!

She had her reasons.

I... I saw the tattoo...

Oh, what would I do without you?

What happened to Ali Baba and Morgiana?

Ali Baba finally had one good idea...

He married Morgiana.

He wasn't clever but he was lucky.

He needed someone like Morgiana's

to make the most of it.

Something like that.

It could've been a man who befriended him.

Yes, but she proved to be

a very good wife, Sire.

I suppose it can happen, but not likely.

Just because you had a

bad experience once...

Bad? Bad! Do you know what she tried

to do to me?... And I loved her!

Do you still love her?

She rots down, deep down,

deep down, six feet down!

Death doesn't change it.

She tried to kill me.

That doesn't matter... if

you love somebody enough,

you can forgive them anything!

Is that the end of the story?

No, no, no.

Fasil and his wife, Safil,

From Constantinople...

...were at Ali Baba's wedding... Fasil

had designed Morgiana's wedding dress.

He was one of the best tailors in the East,

but both he and his wife always looked like

they'd been stuffed by a good taxidermist.

At the wedding they met an extraordinary

friend they hadn't seen for years...

Who?

A hunchback, His name was... Bacbac...

Good name, Bacbac...

Bacbac liked it too...

in fact, Bacbac liked most things

about himself... even his hump...

without it, he may not have become

the Sultan's favorite Jester...

I've always supported my family...

they've never wanted for anything,

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