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I don't care for that.

This is what I mean...the bed!

That?

But nobody's done that for centuries!

Except the poor who can't afford

the pill or psycho-cardiograms.

- Why not?

- It impedes maximum efficiency.

Also substitutes for ego support

and self-esteem are now available.

- So, you won't do it?

- If you insist, I guess so.

But there's really no point

at all in doing it like this.

- Without your garments, please.

- Oh.

Now I'll have a look at your stabilizers.

Since your garment is torn, help

yourself to my furs, Barbarella.

I think I've found the trouble.

You may proceed now to Sogo.

It's there you will find Duran Duran Jr.

If he still lives...

Good.

Now, Barbarella,

don't you agree with me...

...that in some things,

the old-fashioned ways are best?

What...? Oh, that.

Yes, I must admit it

was rather interesting.

Still, it is distracting.

- Are you coming with me to Sogo?

- No, I prefer the tranquility of Weir.

Sogo is too strict,

the people too dedicated.

Perhaps you'll stop here again...

at the end of your mission.

Yes, perhaps I will...

Well, goodbye. And thanks again...

For everything.

It was my pleasure.

- Please advise present situation.

- You wouldn't understand.

- Stabilizer's malfunctioning.

- I've been repaired in reverse.

We're going in.

I'll activate the Terra screw.

Barbarella!

Barbarella!

Full operational power

on all subterranean systems.

Quarter-to-half for surfacing.

Got to get rid of this tail.

- I'm dead.

- No.

- Where am I?

- In the labyrinth of the City of Night.

- Are you an angel?

- I'm Pygar, the last ornithanthrope.

- How do you do?

- And you?

I'm from Planet Earth.

My name is Barbarella.

But you're soft and warm.

We're told that earth beings are cold.

Not all of us...

My poor spaceship. Look at it.

I'm so sorry.

Pygar, what happened to your eyes?

I fell during a magnetic storm

and was carried off to Sogo.

Sogo?

The City of Night ruled by the Great

Tyrant. There they blinded me.

I was left to die in the labyrinth

until Professor Ping found me.

That's terrible.

Can you really fly?.

No, I've lost the will to fly.

- How awful!

- It no longer matters. It's the past.

- Have you heard of Duran Duran?

- Duran Duran?

Yes, Duran Duran.

He's an astronaut from Earth.

I do not know of such things.

- Perhaps Professor Ping can help.

- Professor Ping?

He's very wise

and knows all about Sogo.

- Where can I find him?

- He's with the others, eating.

- He's there. Professor Ping?

- Professor Ping?

- Yes?

- My name is Barbarella.

Tell me. What is your origin?

You have the aspect of an earthling.

You are of female gender, right?

That is correct.

- Is that an orchid?

- Yes.

Orchids have very little food value

and are hard to grow in this climate.

It amuses the Great Tyrant to resent

the expense of feeding orchids to slaves.

- What kind of place is this?

- That is Sogo, the City of Night...

...ruled by the Great Tyrant

and dedicated to evil in every form.

And this is the labyrinth.

All that is not evil is exiled

to the labyrinth.

Look!

- Who is that gentleman?

- That is a Grand Grotesque.

That's the classic way

of ending life in the labyrinth.

Professor Ping, have you ever heard

of Duran Duran?

Duran Duran from Earth?

Yes, indeed.

- He's alive? Where?

- In Sogo, no doubt.

I must go there at once.

But as you've seen,

no one may leave the labyrinth.

- I have a spaceship, if only it worked.

- My child, perhaps I can help you.

If only you could...

Let me take you there.

Pygar, will you show us the way?.

- What seems to be the trouble?

- I think it's the stabilizers.

Let's have a look.

Pygar, pen...

Here... Thank you.

Thank heaven the hypodontical

molecules are undamaged.

- Will it take long?

- Hours? Days? Weeks?

Who knows?

Genius is mysterious.

I can't wait weeks.

Pygar?

- You can fly me there.

- No, I can't.

Atrophy of the greater alea muscle.

The angel is aerodynamically sound.

It's all a question of morale.

There's nothing to do but wait.

Pygar, where do you live?

Come. I'll tell you how to lead me.

- Just ahead.

- It's a nest.

- Why, yes. That's where I live.

- It's marvelous.

I'm glad you like it.

Wait! They're coming.

Help!

Pygar, right in front of you.

Pygar, no, to the right.

Now!

- What is it?

- One of Great Tyrant's Black Guards.

- There isn't anybody in there.

- No, Black Guards are leathermen.

They're without fleshy substance.

Pygar, you saved my life.

Pygar?

Pygar... Oh, Pygar!

Be careful!

Oh, Pygar!

Interesting therapy!

- I've regained the will to fly.

- I know.

Oh, it was...

It was just heavenly.

- Can you take me to Sogo?

- But I cannot see.

- I will be your eyes, Pygar.

- I do not believe it is possible.

We'll be shot down

by Black Guard patrols.

Not with my mini-missile projector,

we won't.

- Are you all right, Pygar?

- Yes, thank you.

I don't like the looks of that.

A little to the right.

Pygar, watch out!

I got him!

To the right!

Up, Pygar, up...

We can hide behind that mountain.

Pygar!

Pygar!

- Are you all right?

- Yes.

Just in time.

My energy box is completely dead.

Are we all right now?.

I think so. Excuse me.

We're there! It's right below us.

We must land in a back street,

for your sake.

To be seen in Sogo with an angel

would be anathema.

Pygar, keep your head down.

Oh my, we must find something

to hide your wings.

Wait, Barbarella!

- Don't be afraid, Pygar.

- I sense danger. Guard yourself.

There's nothing.

I promise you. Come!

Barbarella!

Pygar, wait for me!

What do you want of me?

Oh!

Hello, pretty-pretty.

Hello.

Thank you very much.

Do you want to come

and play with me?

For someone like you

I charge nothing.

You're very pretty, pretty-pretty.

My name isn't "Pretty-Pretty".

It's Barbarella.

- Have you seen an angel anywhere?

- The strange bird?

Yes.

What's that screaming?

A good many dramatic situations

begin with screaming.

Pygar!

Poor Pygar...

Pygar, back up.

There's a room behind you.

They're not following.

Pygar, come.

Tell me what that means.

"Chamber of Ultimate...

...Solution".

I don't like the sound of that.

We'd better get out of here.

Ye who have chosen to die,

be welcome.

To terminate the bitterness of life,

you may select from three exciting...

...and surprising forms of death.

One of each awaits behind the doors

you see before you.

If you fail to choose, you'll be given

to the Mathmos. There is no appeal.

Next solution.

Next solution.

We'd better take the chance.

Wait!

Thank you very much.

You must come with me.

What is your name?

What do you do in life?

I'm Concierge to the Great Tyrant.

- I congratulate you on your timing.

- That wasn't me.

- That was ordained by the Great Tyrant.

- I see.

What is that horrible thing

under the floor?.

- That is the Mathmos, my child.

- The Mathmos?

You really are from Earth.

You don't understand.

- No.

- The Mathmos...

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