The Adventures of Baron Munchausen Page #6

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They might kill you!

We'll have spent all that time

in that smelly fish for nothing.

Well!

So it's agreed.

Friday, the 28th...

you surrender--

that's three weeks from tomorrow.

We can fix the details later.

- No. You surrender.

- We've been through all this.

- You surrender.

- But we're winning.

- We surrendered last time.

- So?

Now it's your turn.

Oh. What about the virgins?

Please. Forget the virgins.

We're out of virgins.

Let us, instead, concentrate

on reaching a rational...

sensible, civilized agreement...

which will guarantee a world

fit for science, progress and--

But not Baron Munchausen!

- You! You old lunatic!

- I'm afraid so.

Help! Guards! Murder!

- Who let this man into my tent?

- Sultan!

If you are still interested

in my head, it's yours.

I'm tired of it.

Send for the executioner!

So, Mr. Jackson.

Still the rational man?

How many people have perished

in your logical little war?

There are certain rules

to the proper conduct of living.

We cannot fly to the moon.

We cannot defy death.

We must face the facts.

Not the folly of fantasists like you

who don't live in the real world...

and who consequently come

to a very sticky end.

Have you any famous last words?

Not yet.

"Not yet"?

Is that famous?

The man's a buffoon.

Executioner...

execute.

Now!

He did it!

Bring him back!

- Stop that man!

- Hey!

I knew we could do it!

All together now!

Steady!

Well blown, Gustavus!

- They're coming!

- Go on!

Hurry!

Quickly now!

Come on!

Berthold, run!

Damn it, man! Make yourself useful!

I can't do everything!

- This way!

- Careful!

That's the way.

Watch it!

Gently this time.

Gently.

Help!

We did it!

Hurray!

Look! They don't believe it!

We've won!

We beat them!

Yipee! Thank God!

- Good riddance! And don't come back!

- We won!

But of course!

We won! Oh, the joy!

Get me down!

Oh, my goodness!

- In the church tower!

- He's dying!

- There he is!

- Shoot him!

Oh! Damn!

Bring a doctor! Quickly!

Fetch a doctor!

Don't leave me, Baron. Please!

- Don't leave me!

- Get off him! Give him some air!

- Here is a doctor.

- Sally!

Take care of Sally.

No doctors.

- Get away!

- Stop!

Leave him alone!

- She's having a fit!

- Go away!

Stop it!

He's dead.

And that was only one of the many

occasions where I met my death.

An experience which I don't

hesitate strongly...

to recommend.

And so, with the help of my

inestimable servants...

I defeated the Turks

and saved the day.

And from that time forth...

everyone who had a talent for it...

lived happily ever after.

Stop this nonsense at once!

You, sir, are under arrest...

for spreading ridiculous tales

at a time of great danger.

When the enemy is at the gate.

Arrest him.

Open the gates.

I order you to arrest that man

at once!

Am I or am I not

the elected representative?

- Arrest him!

- Open the gates!

This way!

Come on!

Do not open the gate!

The Turk is outside,

and we are not about to surrender.

Open the gates!

Come on, dear ladies!

Forward, the players!

Do not open the gate!

Keep up! Steady as you go.

Get back! I'm warning you!

Do not open those gates!

- This way!

- Anyone who opens those gates...

is guilty of treason!

Follow me!

This way, my friends!

The gates will remain closed.

Open the gates!

- Shoot anyone who disobeys my orders!

- Ready!

Aim!

Hold your ground!

Open the gates, dear friends...

and let's seize the day!

Or close our minds up

with inventions, death and fear.

There's nothing so

destroys a man...

as ignorance and conformity!

Grasp for the mantle!

- Grasp the--

- No!

Quite wrong!

Open the gates!

Shoot them!

Shoot these people at once!

Aye! So! It's treason, is it?

Treason!

Right!

You're all under arrest!

All of you!

This is all your fault!

Get inside my office now!

Cheers for the baron!

Hooray!

My Bucephalus.

Good boy.

Come on.

Beautiful ladies.

It wasn't just a story, was it?

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