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[CHORUS HUMMING]

[♪♪♪]

[CLEARS THROAT]

[SCREAMS]

- Who are you?
- We are three wise men.

- What?
- We are three wise men.

What are you doing creeping around
a cowshed at 2:00 in the morning?

That doesn't sound very wise to me.

- We are astrologers.
- We have come from the East.

Is this some kind of joke?

We wish to praise the infant.

We must pay homage to him.

Homage? You‘re all drunk!
It's disgusting! Out! Come on, out!

Bursting in here with tales about
Oriental fortunetellers. Out!

- No, no, we must see him.
- Go and praise someone else's brat!

- We were led by a star!
- Led by a bottle, more like! Go on, out!

- We must see him. We have presents!
- Out!

Gold, frankincense, myrrh!

Well, why didn't you say?
He's over there.

Sorry the place is a bit of a mess.

Well, what is myrrh anyway?

- It is a valuable balm.
- A balm?!

What are you giving him a balm for?
It might bite him!

- What?
- That‘s a dangerous animal!

- Throw it in the trough!
- No, it isn't!

- Yes, it is. It's a great big--
- No, no, no, it is an ointment.

Well, there is an animal called
a balm, or did I dream it?

So you're astrologers, are you?
Well, what is he then?

What star-sign is he?

- Capricorn.
- Capricorn, eh? What are they like?

- He's the Son of God. Our Messiah.
- King of the Jews!

- And that's Capricorn, is it?
- No, no, no, that‘s just him!

Oh. I was gonna say,
otherwise there'd be a lot of them.

- By what name are you calling him?
- Uh, Brian.

KINGS: We worship you, O Brian,
who are lord over us all.

Praise unto you, Brian,
and to the Lord, our Father. Amen.

- Do you do a lot of this, then?
- What?

- This praising.
- No, no. No, no.

Well, um, if you're dropping
by again, do pop in.

And thanks a lot for the gold
and frankincense,

but don't worry too much about
the myrrh next time, all right?

Thank you. Goodbye.

Well, weren't they nice?

Out of their bloody minds,
but still, look at that!

Here. Here, that's mine! Hey!
Hey, you gave me that!

[CHORUS SINGING]

[BRIAN CRIES]

Shut up!

[♪♪♪]

♪ Brian ♪

♪ The babe they called Brian ♪

♪ He grew ♪

♪ Grew, grew and grew ♪

♪ Grew up to be ♪

♪ Grew up to be ♪

♪ A boy called Brian ♪

♪ A boy called Brian ♪

♪ He had arms and legs ♪

♪ And hands and feet ♪

♪ This boy ♪

♪ Whose name was Brian ♪

♪ And he grew ♪

♪ Grew, grew and grew ♪

♪ Grew up to be ♪

♪ Yes, he grew up to be ♪

♪ A teenager called Brian ♪

♪ A teenager called Brian ♪

♪ And his face became spotty ♪

♪ Yes, his face became spotty ♪

♪ And his voice dropped down low ♪

♪ And things started to grow ♪

♪ On young Brian and so ♪

♪ He was certainly no ♪

♪ No girl named Brian ♪

♪ Not a girl named Brian ♪

♪ And he started to shave ♪

♪ And have one off the wrist ♪

♪ And want to see girls ♪

♪ And go out and get pissed ♪

♪ A man called Brian ♪

♪ This man called Brian ♪

♪ The man they called Brian ♪

♪ This man called ♪

♪ Brian ♪♪

Aah!

[♪♪♪]

JESUS: How blessed are those
who know their need of God.

How blessed are the sorrowful.

They shall find consolation.

How blessed are
those of gentle spirit.

They shall have the Earth
for their possession.

How blessed are those who hunger
and thirst to see right prevail.

They shall be satisfied.

How blessed are those
whose hearts are pure.

They shall see God.

Speak up!

- Shh. Quiet, Mum!
- Well, I can't hear a thing.

Let's go to a stoning.

- You can go to a stoning anytime.
- Oh, come on, Brian.

Will you be quiet?!

Don't pick your nose!

I wasn't picking my nose.
I was scratching.

You was picking it while you
was talking to that lady.

- I wasn't!
- Leave it alone. Give it a rest.

- Do you mind? I can't hear a word.
- Don't you "do you mind" me.

- I was talking to my husband.
- Go and talk to him somewhere else.

- I can't hear a bloody thing.
- Don't you swear at my wife.

I was only asking her to shut up
so we can hear, big nose.

Don't you call
my husband "big nose."

- Well, he has got a big nose.
- Could you be quiet, please?

What was that?

Don't know. I was busy
talking to big nose.

I think it was,
"Blessed are the cheese makers."

What's so special about
the cheese makers?

Well, obviously, it's not meant
to be taken literally.

It refers to any manufacturers
of dairy products.

See, if you hadn't been going on,
we'd have heard that, big nose.

Hey, say that once more,
I'II smash your bloody face in!

Better keep listening. Might be a bit
about "blessed are the big noses."

Oh, lay off him.

You're not so bad yourself,
conk-face. Where are you
two from? Nose City?

One more time, mate,
I'll take you to the fucking cleaners!

Language!

And don't pick your nose!

I wasn't going to pick my nose.
I was gonna thump him!

Hear that? "Blessed are the Greek."

- The Greek?
- Apparently, he‘ll inherit the Earth.

- Did anyone catch his name?
- You're not gonna thump anybody.

I'II thump him
if he calls me "big nose" again!

Oh, shut up, big nose!

Right. I warned you.

I really will slug you so hard--!

Oh, it's the meek.
"Blessed are the meek."

Oh, that's nice. I'm glad
they're getting something.
They have a hell of a time.

Listen, I'm only telling the truth.
You have got a very big nose.

Your nose is gonna be
three foot wide across your
face by the time I'm finished!

- Shh!
- Who hit yours? Goliath's big brother?

- Right, that's your last warning.
- Oh, do pipe down.

Silly bitch,
getting in the way.

Break it up!

- Come on, let's go to the stoning.
- All right.

[♪♪♪]

Blessed is just about everyone with
a vested interest in the status quo,
as far as I can tell, Reg.

What Jesus blatantly fails
to appreciate is

it's the meek
who are the problem.

JUDITH: Yes, yes. Absolutely, Reg.
Yes, I see.

Come on, Brian, or they'll have
stoned him before we get there.

All right.

Hey, get off her. That's disgusting.
Officer, intervene here.

Attempted rape going on. It's
the chap with the big nose's
fault. He started it all.

I hate wearing these beards.

Why aren't women
allowed at stonings?

It's written, that's why.

- Beard, madam?
- Oh, I haven't got time for no stonings.

He's not well again.

[DONKEY BRAYS]

- Stone, sir?
- They've got them lying on the ground.

Not like these, sir. Look at
this. Feel the quality of that.
That's craftsmanship.

All right. We'll have two with points
and a big flat one.

- Could I have a flat one, Mum?
- Shh!

Sorry. "Dad."

All right. Two points, two flats
and a packet of gravel.

Packet of gravel.

- Should be a good one this afternoon.
- Yeah?

- Local boy.
- Oh, good.

Enjoy yourselves.

[CROWD YELLING]

Matthias, son of
Deuteronomy of Gath...

- Do I say yes? Yes.
- Yes!

You have been found guilty
by the elders of the town

of uttering the name of our Lord.

And so as a blasphemer...

[CROWD GASPS]

you are to be stoned to death!

Look, I'd had a lovely supper,
and all I said to my wife was:

"That piece of halibut was
good enough for Jehovah."

[CROWD GASPS]

Blasphemy! He said it again!

- Did you hear him?
- CROWD: Yeah! Yes, we did!

[HIGH-PITCHED VOICE]
Really.

Are there any women here today?

Very well. By virtue of the
authority vested in me--

Ow, lay off!
We haven't started yet.

Come on! Who threw that?

Who threw that stone? Come on!

[HIGH-PITCHED VOICES]
She did! She did!

[LOW-PITCHED VOICES]
He did! He did! He did!

Sorry, I thought
we'd started.

- Go to the back.
- Oh, dear.

Always one, isn‘t there?

Now, where were we?

I don't think it ought to be
blasphemy, just saying "Jehovah."

[YELLING]

You're only making it
worse for yourself!

Making it worse?!
How could it be worse?

Jehovah! Jehovah! Jehovah!

I'm warning you!
If you say "Jehovah" once more-—

Right! Who threw that?

Come on! Who threw that?

[LOW-PITCHED VOICES]
Him! Him! Him!

- Was it you?
- Yes.

- Right...
- Well, you did say "Jehovah."

Stop. Stop. Will you stop that?

Stop it!

Now, look. No one is to stone
anyone until I blow this whistle.

Do you understand?

Even-- And I want to
make this absolutely clear.

Even if they do say Jehovah.

WOMAN:
Good shot!

[CROWD APPLAUDS]

[♪♪♪]

- Have I got a big nose, Mum?
- Oh, stop thinking about sex.

- I wasn't.
- You're always on about it.

Morning, noon and night.

"Will the girls like this?
Will the girls like that?

Is it too big? Is it too small?"

- Alms for a leper.
- Alms for a leper.

Alms for an ex-Ieper.

Bloody donkey owners, all the same,
ain't they? Never have any change.

Here's a touch.

- Spare a talent for an old ex-Ieper?
- Buzz off.

Spare a talent for an old ex-Ieper?

A talent? That's more than
he earns in a month.

- Half a talent then?
- Now, go away.

- Come on, big nose, let's haggle.
- What?

All right, let's say you open
at one Shekel, I start at 2000,
we close at 1800.

- No.
- 1750?

- Go away!
- 1740?

- Leave him alone.
- All right. Two Shekels, just two.

- Isn't this fun, eh?
- Look, he's not giving you any money.

So piss off!

All right, sir, my final offer.
Half a Shekel for an old ex-Ieper?

- Did you say "ex-leper"?
- That's right, sir.

Sixteen years behind
the bell and proud of it.

- Well, what happened?
- I was cured, sir.

- Cured?
- A bloody miracle, sir. God bless you.

- Who cured you?
- Jesus did, sir.

I was hopping along,
minding my own business.

All of a sudden,
up he comes, cures me.

One minute I'm a leper with a trade,
next minute my livelihood’s gone.

Not so much as a by-your-leave.

"You're cured, mate."
Bloody do-gooder.

Well, why don't you go and tell him
that you want to be a leper again?

I could do that, sir.
Yeah, I could do that, I suppose.

I was gonna ask him if he'd make me
a bit lame in one leg during the week.

You know, something beggable,
but not leprosy, which is a pain
in the ass.

Excuse my French, sir.

Brian! Come and
clean your room out.

- There you are.
- Thank you. Thank--

- Half a diner for me bloody life story?
- There's no pleasing some people.

That‘s just what Jesus said, sir.

Oh!

Good afternoon.

Oh, uh...
Hello, officer.

I'll be with you in a few
moments, all right, dear?

What's he doing here?

Don't start that, Brian.
Go clean your room out.

Bloody Romans.

Now, look, Brian. If it wasn't for
them, we wouldn't have all this.

- And don't you forget it.
- We don't owe the Romans anything.

That‘s not entirely true, is it, Brian?

What do you mean?

Well, you know when you
were asking me about your...?

- My nose?
- Yes, there's a reason it's like it is.

What is it?

Well, I suppose I should have
told you a long time ago, but...

Well, Brian...

- your father isn't Mr. Cohen.
- I never thought he was.

Now, none of your cheek!

He was a Roman, Brian.

He was a centurion
in the Roman army.

- You mean you were raped?!
- Well, at first, yes.

- Who was it?
- Naughtius Maximus, his name was.

Promised me the known world,
he did.

I was to be taken to Rome,
house by the Forum...

slaves, asses' milk...

as much gold as I could eat.

Then he, having his way
with me he had-- Voom!

Like a rat out of an aqueduct.

The bastard.

Yes, so next time you go on
about the "bloody Romans,"

- don't forget you're one of them.
- I’m not a Roman, Mum.

And I never will be.
I'm a kike, a yid, a Hebe, a hooknose.

I'm kosher, Mum. I'm a Red Sea
pedestrian and proud of it!

[DOOR SLAMS]

Sex, sex, sex, that's all
they think about, huh?

Well, how are you then, officer?

[TRUMPETS SOUNDING]

[AUDIENCE CLAPPING]

ANNOUNCER:
Ladies and gentlemen,
the next contest is between

Frank Goliath,
the Macedonian baby-crusher,

and Boris Mineburg.

BRIAN: Thank you, madam.

Larks' tongues. Wrens' livers.

Chaffinch brains.
Jaguars‘ earlobes.

Wolf-nipple chips.
Get them while they're hot.
They're lovely.

Dromedary pretzels,
only half a diner.
Tuscany fried bats...

I do feel, Reg, that any
anti-imperialist group like ours

must reflect such a divergence
of interest within its power base.

Agreed. Francis?

I think Judith's point of View
is very valid, Reg,

provided the movement never
forgets that it is the unalienable
right of every man--

- Or woman.
- Or woman.

- To rid himself--
- Or herself.

- Agreed.
- Thank you, brother.

- Or sister.
- Or sister.

Where was I?

- I think you finished.
- Oh. Right.

- It is the birthright of every man--
- Or woman.

Why don't you shut up about
women, Stan? You're putting us off.

Women have a perfect right to play
a part in our movement.

Why are you always
on about women, Stan?

I want to be one.

What?

I want to be a woman.

From now on, I want
you all to call me Loretta.

- What?
- It's my right as a man.

Well, why do you want
to be Loretta, Stan?

I want to have babies.

You want to have babies?!

It's every man's right to have
babies if he wants them.

- But you can't have babies.
- Don't you oppress me.

I'm not oppressing you, Stan.
You haven't got a womb.

Where's the foetus gonna gestate?
You gonna keep it in a box?

[SOBS]

Here, I've got an idea.
Suppose you agree that
he can't actually have babies,

not having a womb,
which is nobody's fault,
not even the Romans',

but that he can have
the right to have babies.

Good idea, Judith.

We shall fight the oppressors
for your right to have babies,
brother. Sister.

- What's the point?
- What?

What's the point of fighting
for his right to have babies

when he can't have babies?

It is symbolic of our struggle
against oppression.

Symbolic of his struggle
against reality.

[TRUMPETS SOUNDING]

- GUARD: Get out there. Get out.
- VICTIM: It's dangerous out there.

[YELPS]

[AUDIENCE LIGHTLY APPLAUDS]

[AUDIENCE GRUMBLING]

[BOOING]

Larks' tongues. Otters‘ noses.
Ocelots' spleens.

- Got any nuts?
- Haven't got any nuts, sorry.

I've got wrens' livers,
badgers' spleens--

No, no, no.

- Otters' noses?
- I don't want any Roman rubbish.

Why don't you sell proper food?

Proper food?

Yeah, not those
rich imperialist titbits.

Don't blame me.
I didn't ask to sell this stuff.

- All right, bag of otters' noses, then.
- Make it two.

- Two.
- Thanks, Reg.

Are you the Judean People's Front?

- Fuck off.
- What?

Judean People's Front!

We're the People's Front of Judea.

- Judean People's Front, God!
- Wankers.

- Can I join your group?
- No, piss off.

I didn't want to sell this.
It's only a job. I hate the Romans
as much as anybody.

Shh!

- Are you sure?
- Oh, dead sure.

I hate the Romans already.

Listen, if you wanted
to join the PFJ, you‘d have
to really hate the Romans.

I do.

Oh, yeah, how much?

A lot.

Right, you're in. Listen...

the only people we hate
more than the Romans

are the fucking
Judean People's Front.

Splitters!

And the Judean
Popular People's Front.

- Oh, yeah.
- Splitters.

- And the People's Front of Judea.
- Yeah. Splitters.

- What?
- The People's Front of Judea. Splitters.

We're the People's
Front of Judea.

Oh. I thought we were
the Popular Front.

People's Front.

What ever happened
to the Popular Front, Reg?

He's over there.

ALL:
Splitter!

[CROWD BOOING]

[GLADIATOR PANTING
AND GASPING]

Oh! Oh...

I think I'm about to have
a cardiac arrest.

Absolutely dreadful.

[CROWD APPLAUDING
AND CHEERING]

- What's your name?
- Brian. Brian Cohen.

We may have
a little job for you, Brian.

[♪♪♪]

What's this, then?
"Romanes eunt domus"?

"People called Romanes,
they go the house"?

It says, "Romans go home."

No, it doesn't.
What's Latin for "Roman"?

- Come on.
- Romanus?

- Goes like…?
- Anus?

Vocative plural
of anus is...?

- Ani?
- Romani.

- “Eunt”? What is eunt?
- “Go.”

- Conjugate the verb "to go."
- Ere, eo, is, it, imus, itis, eunt.

So eunt is...?

Third person plural,
present indicative. "They go."

But "Romans go home" is an order,
so you must use the...?

- Imperative!
- Which is...?

- Oh, “-i.”
- How many Romans?

- Plural, plural. Ite. Ite.
- Ite.

Domus? Nominative?

"Go home." This is motion
towards, isn't it, boy?

Dative! Not dative,
not the dative, sir!

The accusative! Accusative!
Domum, sir. Ad domum.

- Except that domus takes the...?
- The locative, sir.

- Which is...?
- Domum!

Domum.

- Understand?
- Yes, sir.

- Write that 100 times.
- Yes, sir. Thank you. Hail Caesar.

Hail Caesar.
If it's not done by sunrise,
I'II cut your balls off.

Oh, thank you, sir. Thank you, sir.
Hail Caesar and everything, sir.

Finished.

Right. Now, don't do it again.

[♪♪♪]

Hey! Bloody Romans.

FRANCIS: We're getting in
through the underground
heating system here,

up through into the
main audience chamber here,

and Pilate‘s wife's bedroom is here.

Having grabbed his wife,
we inform Pilate

that she's in our custody,
and forthwith issue our demands.

- Any questions?
- What exactly are the demands?

We're giving Pilate two
days to dismantle the entire
Roman imperialist state,

and if he doesn't agree
immediately, we execute her.

- Cut her head off?
- Cut all her bits off.

Send them back on the hour,
every hour. Show them we're
not to be trifled with.

And of course, we point out
that they bear full responsibility
when we chop her up,

and that we shall not
submit to blackmail.

ALL:
No blackmail!

They've bled us white, the bastards.
They've taken everything we had.

And not just from us!
From our fathers,
and from our fathers' fathers.

- And from our fathers' fathers‘ fathers.
- Yeah.

And from our fathers' fathers‘
fathers' fathers.

All right, don't labor the point.

And what have they ever
given us in return?

The aqueduct?

- What?
- The aqueduct.

Oh. Yeah, they did give us that.
That's true, yeah.

And the sanitation.

Oh, yeah, the sanitation, Reg.
Remember what the city
used to be like?

I'II grant you the aqueduct
and sanitation, the two things
the Romans have done.

- And the roads.
- Yeah, obviously the roads.

I mean, the roads go
without saying, don't they?

But apart from the sanitation,
the aqueduct and the roads--

- MAN 1: Irrigation.
- Medicine?

- Education.
- Yeah, yeah, all right, fair enough.

And the wine.

That's something we'd really miss,
Reg, if the Romans left.

MAN 2:
Public baths.

And it's safe to walk
in the streets at night now.

They certainly know
how to keep order.

Let‘s face it, they're the only ones
who could in a place like this.

All right, but apart from sanitation,
medicine, education, wine,
public order,

irrigation, roads, the fresh-water
system and public health,

what have the Romans
ever done for us?

Brought peace?

Oh, peace. Shut up!

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

I'm a poor man. My sight is poor.
My legs are old and bented.

- It's all right, Matthias.
- It's all clear.

Well, where's Reg?

Reg. Reg. It's Judith.

- What went wrong?
- The first blow has been struck.

- Did he finish the slogan?
- A hundred times.

In letters 10 foot high,
all the way around the palace.

Oh, great.

Great. We need doers in our
movement, Brian, but before
you join us, know this:

There is not one of us here
who would not gladly suffer death

to rid this country of the Romans
once and for all.

MAN:
Well, one.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, there's one.
But otherwise, we're solid.
Are you with us?

Yes.

From now on, you shall be called,
"Brian, that is called Brian."

Tell him about the raid
on Pilate's palace, Francis.

Right. This is the plan:

Now, this is the palace
in Caesar’s Square.

Our commando unit will approach
from Fish Street under cover of night

and make our way
to the northwestern main drain.

If questioned,
we are sewage workers
on our way to a conference.

Reg, our glorious leader
and founder of the PFJ,

will be coordinating consultant
at the drain head…

though he will not be taking
part in any terrorist action,
as he has a bad back.

- Aren't you going to come with us?
- Solidarity, brother.

Oh, yes. Solidarity, Reg.

Once in the sewer,
timing will be of the essence.

There is a Roman feast later in
the evening, so we must move fast…

and don’t wear your best sandals.

Turning left here, we enter the
Caesar Augustus Memorial Sewer.

And from there proceed directly
to the hypocaust.

This has just been re-tiled.
So, terrorists,
careful with those weapons.

We will now be directly beneath
Pilate ’s audience chamber itself.

This is the moment
for Habakkuk to get out his prong.

[♪♪♪]

ALL:
Shh!

Campaign for Free Galilee.

Oh. Uh...
People's Front of Judea. Officials.

Oh.

What's your group
doing here?

We're gonna kidnap Pilate‘s wife,
take her back, issue demands.

- So are we.
- What?

That‘s our plan.

- We were here first.
- What do you mean?

- We thought of it first.
- Oh, yeah?

Yes, a couple
of years ago.

- We did.
- You got all your demands worked out?

- Of course we have.
- What are they?

- Well, I'm not telling you.
- Pull the other one.

That's not the point.
We thought of it before you.

- Did not.
- We did.

- You didn't.
- We bloody did!

ALL:
Shh!

Bastards, we've been
planning this for months.

Well, tough titty for you, fish-face.

- All right.
- Why, you sly--

Brothers! Brothers!
We should be struggling together!

We are.

We mustn't fight each other!

Surely we should be united
against the common enemy!

ALL:
The Judean People's Front?!

No, no, the Romans!

- Oh, yeah.
- Yes.

- FRANCIS: Yeah, he's right.
- BRIAN: Look out!

Careful.

- Right! Where were we?
- You were gonna punch me.

Oh, yeah!

Brothers!

Get off!

[PUNCH AND GROAN]

[YELLS AND MOANS]

[LAUGHS AND SPITS]

MAN: You lucky bastard.

Who's that?

You lucky, lucky bastard.

What?

- Proper little jailer's pet, aren't we?
- What do you mean?

You must have slipped him
a few Shekels, eh?

Slipped him a few Shekels?
You saw him spit in my face!

What wouldn't I give
to be spat at in the face?

I sometimes hang awake at night,
dreaming of being spat at in the face.

Well, it's not exactly friendly.
They had me in manacles!

Manacles!

My idea of heaven

is to be allowed to be put in
manacles just for a few hours.

They must think the sun shines
out of your arse, sonny.

Lay off me, I've had a hard time!

You've had a hard time?
I've been here five years,

they only hung me the right
way up yesterday!
So don't you come around--

All right, all right.

They must think
you’re Lord God almighty.

What will they do to me?

You'll probably
get away with crucifixion.

Crucifixion?!

Yeah. First offense.

"Get away with crucifixion"?! It's--

Best thing the Romans
ever did for us.

- What?!
- Oh, yeah.

If we didn't have crucifixion,
this country would be
in a right bloody mess.

- Guard!
- Nail them up, I say!

- Guard!
- Nail some sense into them!

- What do you want?
- I want you to move me to another cell.

[LAUGHS AND SPITS]

Oh, look at that!
Bloody favoritism!

Shut up, you.

Sorry.

Now, take my case.
They hung me up here
five years ago.

Every night they take me down
for 20 minutes,

then they hang me up again.

Which I regard as very fair,
in view of what I done.

And if nothing else, it‘s taught
me to respect the Romans,

and it's taught me that
you'll never get anywhere in this life

unless you are prepared to do
a fair day's work for a fair day's--

Oh, shut up!

Pilate wants to see you!

- Me?
- Come on!

Pilate? What does he
want to see me for?

I think he wants to know which
way you want to be crucified.

[LAUGHS]

- Nice one, centurion. Like it, like it.
- Shut up!

Right. Right.

Terrific race, the Romans. Terrific.

[♪♪♪]

--make quite a large living area.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

- Hail Caesar.
- Hail.

Only one survivor, sir.

[SPEECH IMPEDIMENT]
Throw him to the flaw.

- What, sir?
- Throw him to the floor.

Oh.

Now, what is your
name, Jew?

- Brian, sir.
- Bwian, eh?

No, no, Brian. Ow!

[GIGGLES]

The little rascal
has spiwit.

- Has what, sir?
- Spiwit.

Yes, he did, sir.

No, no, spiwit. Bwavado,
a touch of dewwing-do.

Oh! About 11, sir.

So...

- You dare to waid us?
- To what, sir?

Stwike him, centurion, very roughly.

And throw him to the floor, sir?

- What?
- Throw him to the floor again, sir?

Oh, yes. Throw him
to the floor, please.

[YELLS]

Now, Jewish rapscallion...

I'm not Jewish, I‘m a Roman.

- A Woeman?
- No, no, Roman.

So your father was a Woeman?

Who was he?

He was a centurion
in the Jerusalem garrison, sir.

Really?

- What was his name?
- Naughtius Maximus.

[LAUGHS]

Centurion, do you have anyone
of that name in the garrison?

Well, no, sir.

Well, you sound very sure.
Have you checked?

Well, no, sir.
I think it's a joke, sir.

Like "Sillius Soddus"
or "Biggus Dickus," sir.

What's so funny about
"Biggus Dickus"?

Well, it's a joke name, sir.

I have a very great friend
in Wome called Biggus Dickus.

[SNICKERS]

Silence! What is all this insolence?

You will find yourself
in gladiator school very quickly,

with wotten behavior like that.

Can I go now, sir?

Wait till Biggus Dickus
hears of this.

[SNICKERS]

- Wight! Take him away!
- Sir, he--

No, no, I want him fighting
wabid wild animals within a week!

Yes, sir. Come on, you.

[LAUGHING]

I will not have my friends ridiculed
by the common soldiery!

Anybody else feel like a little...

giggle...

when I mention my friend...

Biggus...

Dickus?

[SNICKERS]

And what about you?

Do you find it wisible...

when I say the name...

Biggus...

Dickus?

[SNICKERING]

He has a wife, you know.

You know what she's called?

She's called...

Incontinentia.

- Incontinentia Buttocks. Shut up!
- [GUARDS LAUGHING]

What is all this?

I've had enough of this rowdy-rebel,
sniggering behavior!

Silence! You call yourselves
centurion guards?

Seize him! Seize him!
Blow your noses and seize him!

[♪♪♪]

[WHISTLES]

[SCREAMS]

[SPEAKING ALIEN LANGUAGE]

[SIREN WAILING]

You lucky bastard.

And the beast's head
shall be huge and black,

and the eyes, they're of red
with the blood of living creatures!

And the whore of Babylon shall ride
forth on a three-headed serpent,

and throughout the land
shall be a great rubbing of parts.

And the demon shall bear
a nine-bladed sword!

Nine-bladed! Not two
or five or seven, but nine!

Which he will wield on
all wretched sinners.
Sinners just like you, sir, there.

- And the horns shall be on the head...
- Through Hebediah, his servant,

there shall in that time be rumors
of things going astray,

and there shall be a great confusion
as to where things really are.

And nobody will really know
where lieth those little things,

with the sort of raffia-work base,
that has an attachment.

At this time, a friend shall
lose his friend's hammer,

and the young shall not
know where lieth

the things possessed
by their fathers

that their fathers put there only
just the night before, about 8:00.

Yea, it is written in the Book of Cyril

that in that time shall the third one...

- How much? Quick.
- What?

- It's for the wife.
- Twenty Shekels.

- Right.
- What?

- There you are.
- Wait a minute.

- What?
- Well, we're supposed to haggle.

- No, no, I've got to--
- What do you mean, "no, no"?

- I haven't got time--
- Give it back.

- No, no, no, I just paid you.
- Burt.

- Yeah?
- This bloke won't haggle.

- Won't haggle?!
- All right, do we have to?

- Now look, I want 20 for that.
- I just gave you 20.

- No.
- Are you telling me that‘s
not worth 20 Shekels?

Look at it. Feel the quality,
that‘s none of your goat.

- All right, I'll give you 19.
- No, come on, do it properly.

- What?
- Haggle properly.
This isn't worth 19.

- Well, you just said
it was worth 20.
- Oh, dear, oh, dear.

- Come on, haggle.
- All right, I'll give you 10.

That's more like it.
Ten? Are you trying to insult me?

Me, with a poor,
dying grandmother? Ten?

- All right, I'll give you 11.
- Now you're getting it. Eleven?!

Did I hear you right? Eleven?

- This cost me 12,
you want to ruin me?
- Seventeen?

- No, no, no, no. Seventeen!
- Eighteen?

- No, no, you go to 14 now.
- All right, I'll give you 14.

- Fourteen? Are you joking?
- That's what you told me to say!

- Oh, dear.
- Tell me what to say, please!

- Offer me 14.
- I’ll give you 14.

- He's offering me 14 for this!
- Fifteen!

Seventeen. My last word. I won't take
a penny less, or strike me dead.

- Sixteen.
- Done.

Nice to do business with you.

- I’ll throw you in this as well.
- I don't want it, but thanks.

- Burt.
- Yeah.

- All right.
- Now, where's the
16 you owe me?

I just gave you 20.

- That's right. That's four I owe you.
- No, that's all right.

- No, I've got it here.
- It's all right, that's four for the gourd.

Four? For this gourd? Four?

Look at it! It's worth 10
if it's worth a Shekel!

- You just gave it to me for nothing.
- Yes, but it's worth 10.

All right, all right.

No, no, no, no, it's not worth 10,
you're supposed to argue.

"Ten for that? You must be mad!"

Oh, well. One born every minute.

- Daniel.
- Daniel.

- Job.
- Job.

- Job.
- Joshua.

- Joshua.
- Joshua.

- Judges.
- Judges.

- Judges.
- And Brian.

- And Brian.
- And Brian.

I now propose that
all seven of these ex-brothers

be now entered in the minutes
as probationary martyrs to the cause.

- I second that, Reg.
- Thank you, Loretta. On the nod.

Siblings, let us not be down on it.

One total catastrophe like this
is just the beginning!

Their glorious deaths
shall unite us all--

Look out!

Hello?

Matthias?

- Reg?
- REG: Go away.

- Reg, it's me, Brian.
- REG: Get off. Get off out of it.

- Stan?
- Piss off.

- Yeah, piss off.
- Bugger off.

[KNOCKING]

Shit!

Coming.

Yea, verily at that time, it is written
in the Book of Obadiah,

a man shall strike his donkey
and his nephew's donkey,

and anyone in the vicinity
of either the nephew or the donkey.

My eyes are dim,
I cannot see.

- Are you Matthias?
- Yes.

We have reason to believe you may
be hiding one Brian of Nazareth,

a member of the terrorist
organization the People's
Front of Judea.

Me? No, I'm just a poor old man,
I have no time for lawbreakers.

My legs are gray, my ears are nulled,
my eyes are old and bent.

Quiet!

Silly person.
Guards, search the house.

You know the penalty laid down
by Roman law for harboring
a known criminal?

- No.
- Crucifixion.

Oh.

- Nasty, eh?
- Could be worse.

What do you mean,
"could be worse"?

Well, you could be stabbed.

Stabbed? Takes a second.

Crucifixion lasts hours.
It's a slow, horrible death.

Well, at least it gets you
out in the open air.

You're weird.

No, sir, couldn't find anything, sir.

Well, don't worry, you've not seen
the last of us, weirdo.

- Big nose.
- Watch it!

Phew! That was lucky.

I'm sorry, Reg.

Oh, it's all right, siblings, he's sorry.

He's sorry he led the Fifth Legion
straight to our official headquarters.

Well, that's all right then, Brian.

Sit down! Have a scone.
Make yourself at home.

You klutz!

You stupid, birdbrained,
flat-headed--

[KNOCKING]

PROPHET #3:
--with a great juicy melon behind.

My legs are old and bent,
my ears are grizzled, yes?

There's one place we
didn't look. Guards!

I'm just a poor old man, my
sight is dim, my eyes are poor,
my nose is knackered.

Have you ever seen
anyone crucified?

Crucifixion's a doddle.

Don't keep saying that.

Found this spoon, sir.

Well done, sergeant.

We'll be back, oddball.

[KNOCKING]

- CENTURION: Open up.
- You haven't given us time to hide.

[SCREAMS]

[PREACHING LOUDLY]

Don't pass judgment on other people,
or you might get judged yourself.

What?

I said, don't pass judgment
on other people,

or else you might get judged too.

- Who, me?
- Yes.

Thank you very much.

Well, not just you, all of you.

- That's a nice gourd.
- What?

- How much do you want for the gourd?
- You can have it.

- Have it?
- Yes. Consider the lilies.

- Don't you want to haggle?
- No. In the field.

- What's wrong with it, then?
- Nothing, take it.

- Consider the lilies?
- Well, the birds, then.

- What birds?
- Any birds.

- Why?
- Well, have they got jobs?

- Who?
- The birds.

Have the birds got jobs?!

- MAN: What's the matter with him?
- Says the birds are scrounging.

No, the point is, the birds,
they do all right, don't they?

- Well, and good luck to them.
- Yeah, they're very pretty.

Okay. And you're much more
important than they are, right?

So, what are you worrying about?
There you are, see?

I'm worrying about what
you've got against birds.

I haven't got anything against the
birds. Consider the lilies--

- He's having a go at the flowers now.
- Give the flowers a chance.

- I’ll give you one for it.
- It's yours!

Two, then.

Look, there was this man,
and he had two servants--

- What were they called?
- What?

- What were their names?
- I don't know.

And he gave them some talents--

- You don't know?
- Well, it doesn't matter.

He doesn't know
what they were called!

Oh, they were called
Simon and Adrian. Now--

You said you didn't know!

It really doesn't matter.
The point is, there were
these two servants--

- He's making it up as he goes along!
- No, I'm not!

And he gave them...
Wait a minute, were there three?

- He's terrible.
- There were three...

- It was two or three.
- WOMAN: Oh, get off!

Now hear this. Blessed are they

who convert their neighbor's ox,
for they shall inhibit their girth.

- MAN: Rubbish!
- And to them only shall be given...

To them only...

shall be given...

- WOMAN: What?
- Hm?

- Shall be given what?
- Oh, nothing.

- What were you going to say?
- Nothing.

- Yes, you were going to say something.
- I finished.

- Oh, no, no.
- Come on, tell us before you go.

I wasn't going to
say anything. I've finished.

WOMAN:
No, you hadn't.

- What won't he tell us?
- MAN: He won't say.

- Is it a secret?
- No.

- Is it?
- MAN: Must be, otherwise he'd tell us.

- Tell us.
- Leave me alone.

- What is the secret?
- Is it the secret of eternal life?

MAN:
He won't say!

If I knew the secret
of eternal life, I wouldn't say.

- Leave me alone.
- Just tell me, please.

No, tell us, master,
we were here first.

- Five!
- Go away!

- Tell us, master.
- I can't go above 5.

- Is that his gourd?
- Yes, but it's under offer.

- Ten!
- This is his gourd.

It is his gourd.
We will carry it for you, master.

Master?

He's gone.
He's been taken up.

- ALL: Oh, he has been taken up!
- Eighteen!

No, there he is. Over there.

[SHOUTING]

[CHORUS SINGING]

Look!

He has given us a Sign.

He has given us his shoe.

The shoe is a sign.
Let us follow his example!

- MAN 1: What?
- Let us, like him...

hold up one shoe
and let the other
be upon our foot,

for this is his sign that all who
follow him shall do likewise!

No, no, the shoe is a sign
that we must gather shoes
together in abundance.

Cast off the shoes.
Follow the gourd!

No, let us gather shoes together.

- Let me!
- Oh, get off!

No, it is a sign that,
like him, we must think

not of the things of the body,
but of the face and head!

- Give me your shoe!
- Get off!

Follow the gourd,
the holy gourd of Jerusalem!

- MAN 2: The gourd!
- Hold up the sandal, like he has...

- It is a shoe! It is a shoe!
- It's a sandal!

- No, it isn't! It is a shoe!
- WOMAN: Cast it away!

- Put it on!
- Now clear off.

Take the shoes and follow him!

Come, all ye who call
yourselves Gourdenes.

Stop, I say.

Stop. Let us...

Let us pray.

Yea, he cometh to us
like the seed to the grave...

[♪♪♪]

ALL:
Master!

Hey, is there another way down?

Is there another path
down to the river?

Mmm...

Please, please, help me!
I've got to get--

[YELLING]

- Oh, my foot!
- Shh!

- Oh, damn, damn, damn!
- I’m sorry.

- Damn! Damn and blast it!
- I’m sorry!

Don't you shush me. Eighteen years
of total silence, and you shush me.

- What?
- I’ve kept my vow for 18 years.

Not a single recognizable,
articulate sound has passed my lips.

Please, could you be quiet
for another five minutes?

It doesn't matter now,
I might as well enjoy myself.

The times in the last 18 years
I wanted to shout and sing

and scream my name out!
Oh, I'm alive!

- ♪ Hava nagila, hava nagila ♪
- Shh!

♪ Hava nagila, hava nag-- ♪♪

I'm alive! I'm alive! Hello,
birds! Hello, trees! I'm alive...

Get off! I'm alive!

♪ Hava nagila, hava neranen-- ♪♪

ALL:
Master! Master!

The master! He is here!

- The shoe!
- It was the gourd!

The shoe has brought us!

Speak! Speak to us, master!
Speak to us!

Go away!

ALL:
A blessing! A blessing!

How shall we go away, master?

Just go away and leave me alone.

Give us a sign.

He has given us a sign,
he has brought us to this place!

I didn't bring you here!
You just followed me!

It's still a good sign,
by any standard.

Master, your people have walked
many miles to be with you.

They are weary and have not eaten.

It's not my fault they haven't eaten!

There is no food
in this high mountain.

What about the juniper bushes
over there?

ALL:
A miracle! A miracle!

He has made the bush
fruitful by his word!

They brought forth
juniper berries!

Of course they brought forth juniper
berries, they're juniper bushes.

What do you expect?!

Show us another miracle.

Do not tempt him, shallow ones!

Is not the miracle
of the juniper bushes enough?

I say, those are
my juniper bushes.

They are a gift from God!

They're all I've bloody got to eat.

I say, get off of those bushes!
Go on! Clear off, the lot of you.

Lord, I am affected by a bald patch.

I'm healed!

- The master has healed me!
- I didn't touch him!

I was blind, and now I can see!

ALL:
A miracle! A miracle! A miracle!

Tell them to stop it.
I hadn't said a word
for 18 years till he came along.

ALL:
A miracle! He is the Messiah!

And he hurt my foot!

ALL: Hurt my foot,
Lord! Hurt mine! Hurt mine!

Hail Messiah!

I'm not the Messiah!

I say you are, Lord.
And I should know,
I've followed a few!

ALL:
Hail Messiah!

I'm not the Messiah!

Would you please listen, I am not
the Messiah, do you understand?

Honestly!

Only the true Messiah
denies his divinity.

What? Well, what sort of chance
does that give me?

All right, I am the Messiah!

ALL:
He is! He is the Messiah!

Now, fuck off!

How shall we fuck off, O Lord?

Just go away! Leave me alone!

You told these people
to eat my juniper berries.

You break my bloody foot,
you break my vow of silence,

and then you try and clean up
on my juniper bushes!

Lay off! This is the Messiah,
the chosen one!

- No, he's not.
- An unbeliever!

ALL:
An unbeliever!

Persecute! Kill the heretic!

ALL:
Kill! Kill! Kill!

Kill!

Leave him alone!
Leave him alone!

Leave him alone.

Put him down. Please!

Brian?

Judith?

[ROOSTER CROWS]

[♪♪♪]

ALL: Look, there he is!
The chosen one has woken!

MOTHER:
Brian!

Mother!

- Brian!
- Hang on, Mother!

Shh!

- Hello, Mother.
- Don't you "hello, Mother" me.

- What are all those people
doing out there?
- Well, I...

Come on! What have you
been up to, my lad?

I think they must have
popped by for something.

Popped by? Swarmed by, more like.
There's a multitude out there!

They started following
me yesterday.

Well, they can stop following
you right now.

Now stop following my
son. You ought to be
ashamed of yourselves.

ALL: The Messiah! The Messiah!
Show us the Messiah!

- The who?
- ALL: The Messiah!

There's no Messiah in here.
There's a mess all right,
but no Messiah.

Now go away!

ALL:
Brian! Brian!

Right, my lad,
what have you been up to?

- Nothing, Mum.
- Come on, out with it.

They think I'm the Messiah, Mum.

- What have you been telling them?
- Nothing, I--

- You're making it worse for yourself.
- Look, I can explain--

No, let me explain, Mrs. Cohen.
Your son is a born leader!

Those people out there
are following him because
they believe in him.

They believe he can
give them hope.

Hope of a new life,
a new world, a better future!

- Who's that!?
- That‘s Judith, Mum.

Judith, Mother.

CROWD:
Show us the Messiah!

Show us the Messiah!
Show us the Messiah!

Now you listen here,
he's not the Messiah!

He's a very naughty boy!
Now go away!

- CROWD: Who are you?
- I’m his mother, that's who.

CROWD:
Behold his mother!
Behold his mother!

Hail to thee, mother of Brian!

Blessed art thou! Hosanna!

All things to thee, now and always!

Now, don't think you can
get around me like that.

He's not coming out,
and that's my final word.

Now shove off!

CROWD:
No!

Did you hear what I said?

CROWD:
Yes!

- Oh, I see. It's like that, is it?
- CROWD: Yes!

Oh, all right then, you can
see him for one minute,
but not one second more!

- Do you understand?
- CROWD: Yes.

- Promise?
- CROWD: Well, all right.

All right, here he is then.
Come on, Brian.
Come and talk to them.

- But, Mum, Judith--
- Leave that Welsh tart alone.

I don't really want to, Mum.

[CHEERING]

- Good morning!
- CROWD: A blessing! A blessing!

No, please.
Please, please, listen!

I've got one or two things to say.

CROWD:
Tell us! Tell us both of them!

Look, you've got it all wrong!
You don't need to follow me.

You don't need to follow anybody!

You've got to think for yourselves.
You're all individuals!

CROWD:
Yes, we're all individuals!

You're all different.

CROWD:
Yes, we are all different!

- I’m not.
- Shh.

You've all got to work it out
for yourselves!

CROWD:
Yes, we've got to work it
out for ourselves!

Exactly!

- CROWD: Tell us more!
- No, that's the point!

Don't let anyone tell you what to do!

- Otherwise-- Oh, no!
- That's enough! That's enough.

CROWD:
That wasn't a minute.

- Oh, yes, it was.
- CROWD: Oh, no, it wasn't!

Now stop that, and go away.

- Excuse me?
- MOTHER: Yes?

Are you a virgin?

I beg your pardon?

Well, if it's not a personal question,
are you a virgin?

If it's not a personal question? How
much more personal can you get?

Now piss off.

- MAN 1: She is.
- MAN 2: Must be. Definitely.

MAN 3: Definitely. Definitely.

[CROWD CHATTERING]

Morning, Savior!

[CROWD PLEADING]

Lay your hands on me! Quick!

FRANCIS:
Now, don‘t jostle
the chosen one! Please!

[BABY CRYING]

Don't push that baby in the
Savior's face! He'll touch it later!

I say...

Could he just see my wife?
She has a headache.

You'll have to wait,
I'm afraid!

She's very bad, and we've got
a luncheon appointment!

Look, the lepers are queuing!

BEARDED MAN: Her brother-in-law
is the ex-mayor of Gath.

Uh, Brian, can I introduce
the gentleman who's letting us
have the mounts on Sunday?

- Hello.
- Don't push!

Now keep the noise down, please!

Those possessed by devils,
try and keep them under
control a bit! Can't you?

REG: Incurables, you'll just have
to wait for a few minutes.

Women taken in sin, line up
against that wall, will you?

JUDITH:
Bfian?

Brian! You were fantastic!

- You weren't so bad yourself.
- No, what you said just now!

- Quite extraordinary!
- What? Oh, that. Was it?

We don't need any leaders!
You're so right! Reg has been
dominating us for too long.

- Well, yes...
- It needed saying,
and you said it, Brian!

You're very attractive.

It's our revolution!
We can all do it together!

I think...

We're all behind you, Brian!
The revolution is in your hands!

What? No, that's not
what I meant at all!

You're fucking nicked,
me old beauty!

Right!

Stop it!

Well, Bwian, you've given us
a good wun for our money.

A what?

And this time,
I guarantee you will not escape.

Guard! Do we have
any cwucifixions today?

139, sir. Special celebration.
Passover, sir.

Wight! Now we have 140!
Nice wound number, eh, Biggus?

- Hail Caesar!
- Hail!

The crowd outside are getting
a bit restless, sir. Permission
to disperse them, please.

Disperse them?
But I haven't addressed them yet!

No, I know, sir, but--

My address is one of the
high points of Passover!

My friend Biggus Dickus has come
all the way from Wome to hear it!

- Hail Caesar!
- Hail Thaesar!

You're not--?

You're not thinking of giving
it a miss this year, then, sir?

Give it a miss?!

Well, it's just that they're
in a rather funny mood today, sir.

Really, centurion!

I'm surpwised to hear
a man like you wattled by
a wabble of wowdy webels.

- A bit thundery, sir.
- Take him away!

I'm a Roman!
I can prove it, honestly!

And cwucify him well!

Biggus!

- I really wouldn't, sir!
- Out of the way, centurion!

Let me come with you, Pontius.
I may be of some athistance if
there ith a sudden crithis!

Right! Now, item four:
attainment of world supremacy
within the next five years.

- Francis, you've been working on this?
- Yeah, thank you, Reg.

Well, quite frankly, siblings,
I think five years is optimistic,

unless we can smash the Roman
Empire within the next 12 months!

- Twelve months?
- Yeah, 12 months.

And let's face it, as empires go,
this is the big one.

So we gotta get up off our arses
and stop just talking about it!

ALL:
Hear! Hear!

I agree! It's action that counts,
not words, and we need action now!

You're right. We could sit
around here all day, talking,
passing resolutions,

making clever speeches,
it's not gonna shift
one Roman soldier!

So let's just stop gabbing on about it!
It's completely pointless,

- and it's getting us nowhere!
- ALL: Right!

I agree!
This is a complete waste of time!

They've arrested Brian!

- ALL: What?
- They've dragged him off!

They're gonna crucify him!

Right! This calls
for immediate discussion!

- What?!
- Immediate!

- Right!
- New motion?

Completely new motion!
That there be immediate action--

Once the vote has been taken.

Obviously once the vote's
been taken. Can't act on
a resolution till you vote--

- Reg, let's go now, please!
- Right! Right!

In the light of fresh information
from sibling Judith...

- Not so fast, Reg.
- Reg, for God's sake!

It's perfectly simple!

AII you've gotta do is to go out
of that door now,

and try to stop the Romans
nailing him up!

It's happening, Reg!

Something's actually happening,
Reg! Can't you understand?

[SCREAMS IN FRUSTRATION]

Yeah, hello.

Another little ego trip
from the feminists.

- What?
- Sorry, Loretta.

Read that back, would you?

[CHAINS RATTLING]

Next.

- Crucifixion?
- Yes.

Good. Out of the door,
line on the left, one cross each.

Next.

- Crucifixion?
- Yes.

Good. Out of the door, line on
the left, one cross each. Next.

- Crucifixion?
- No, freedom.

- What?
- Freedom for me.

They said I hadn‘t done
anything, so I could go free
and live on an island.

Oh. That's jolly good.
Well, off you go, then.

No, I'm only pulling your leg.
It's crucifixion, really.

I see. Very good, very good.

Well, out of the door.

Out of the door,
one cross each, line on the left.

Line on the left. Yes, thank you.
Crucifixion?

- Yes.
- Good.

[TRUMPETS SOUNDING
AND CROWD CHEERING]

[CROWD GROWS QUIET]

People of Jerusalem!

Wome is your fwiend!

[LAUGHTER]

To prove our friendship,
it is customary at this time

to welease a wongdoer
from our prisons.

[CROWD LAUGHS]

[SNICKERS]

Whom would you
have me welease?

- Release Woger!
- CROWD: Yeah!

CROWD:
Release Woger! Release Woger!

Very well, I shall welease Woger!

CROWD:
Yeah!

Sir, we don't have
a Woger, sir.

- What?
- We don't have anyone of that name.

Ah. We have no Woger!

CROWD:
Aww.

But what about Wodewick, then?

CROWD: Yeah! Release Wodewick!
Release Wodewick!

[CROWD LAUGHING]

Centurion, why do they titter so?

Just some Jewish joke, sir.

Are they wagging me?

Oh, no, sir!

[SNICKERS]

Very well. I shall
welease Wodewick!

[CROWD LAUGHS]

Sir, we don't have a Roderick either.

- No Woger, no Wodewick?
- Sorry, sir.

- Who is this Wod--?
- [SNICKERS]

Who is this Wodewick
to whom you refer?

He is a wobber!

[CROWD LAUGHS]

MAN:
And a wapist!

- And a pickpocket!
- Yeah-- No, no.

He sounds a notorious criminal.

We haven't got him, sir.

Do we have anyone in our prisons?

- We've got a Samson, sir.
- Samson?

Samson the Sadducee Strangler, sir.
Silas the Syrian Assassin.

Several seditious scribes
from Caesarea.

Sixty-seven...

- Let me thpeak to them, Pontiuth!
- Oh, no!

Good idea, Biggus!

Citizenth! We have Thamson
the Thadducee Thtrangler,

- Thilas the Athyrian Athathin,
- [CROWD LAUGHING]

theveral theditious thcribes
from Thaetharea, and--

Next.

- Crucifixion?
- Yes.

Good. Out of the door,
line on the left,
one cross each. Jailer?

- Excuse me? There's been a mistake.
- Just a moment, would you? Jailer?

- How many have come through?
- What?

How many have come through?

What?

[STUTTERING]
You'll have to speak...

Speak up, sir.
He's-- He's d--

He's deaf--
Deaf as a post, sir.

[LOUDLY]
How many have come through?

[CHUCKLING]

- Oh, dear.
- I make it 90--

Ninety--

Ninety--

Ninety-six, sir.

It's such a senseless waste
of human life, isn't it?

No, sir!

Not with these b--
Bastards, sir!

Crucifixion's too good
for them, sir.

I don't think you could say
it's too good for them. It's nasty!

It's not as n--

Not as nasty as something
I just thought up, sir.

- Now, crucifixion?
- Is there someone I could speak to?

- Well...
- I know where to get it if you want it.

- What?
- Don't worry about him, sir. He's de--

He's deaf and mad, sir.

Well, how did he get the job?

Bloody Pilate's pet, sir!

Get a move on, big nose!
There's people
waiting to be crucified out here!

Could I see a lawyer or someone?

- Do you have a lawyer?
- No, but I'm a Roman.

How about a retrial?
We've got plenty of time.

- Shut up, you!
- Miserable, bloody Romans!

No sense of humor.

Sorry, bit of a hurry.

Can you go straight out,
line on the left,
one cross each? Now...

[CROWD LAUGHING
HYSTERICALLY]

Wath it thomething I thaid?

Silence!

This man commands
a cwack legion!

Cwack! Cwack!

[LAUGHING]

He wanks as high as
any in Wome!

[CROWD LAUGHING]

[CLEARS THROAT]

Crucifixion party?

Morning.

Now, we will be on show as
we go through the town, so let's
not let the side down!

Keep in a straight line, three lengths
between you and the man in front,

and a good, steady pace.

Crosses over your left shoulders,
and if you keep your backs hard up

against the crossbeam
you'll be there in no time.

[GROANS]

All right, centurion.

Crucifixion party!

Wait for it.

Crucifixion party!

By the left! Forward!

[PARTY GROANING]

PRISONER:
You lucky bastards!

You lucky, jabby bastards!

[MOANS]

Let me shoulder
your burden, brother!

Thank you.

- Hey! Hey!
- What do you think you're doing?

It's not my cross--

Shut up and get on with it!
Come on!

He had you there, mate, didn't he?
That'll teach you a lesson!

AII wight!

I will give you one more chance!

This time I want to hear
no Wubens, no Weginalds,

no Wudolf the
Wed-nosed Weindeers.

No Thpenther Trathys!

Or we shall welease no one!

Release Brian!

Yeah, that's a good one!

Welease Bwian!

CROWD:
Release Bwian! Release Bwian!

[LAUGHING]

Very well! That‘s it!

- Sir, we have got a Brian, sir.
- What?

- You just sent him for crucifixion, sir!
- Wait! Wait! We do have a Bwian.

- Well, go and free him, straightaway!
- Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Very well. I shall welease Bwian!

- Get a move on, there!
- Or what?

Or you'll be in trouble!

Oh, dear. You mean I might
have to give up being
crucified in the afternoons?

- Shut up!
- That would be a blow, wouldn't it?

I wouldn't have
nothing to do!

Oh, thank you!

Are they gone?

We've got lumps of it
around the back.

What?

Don't worry about him, sir,
he's ma--

- He's mad, sir.
- Have they gone?

Oh! Ju-- N-- N--

N-- Nuh-- Nuh-- Nuh--

Oh, come on.
Yes, sir.

- Anyway, get on with the story.
- Well, I never really liked them, so l--

Right! The motion to get on with it
passed with one abstention.

I propose we go without further ado.
May I have a second?

- Let's just go.
- Yeah.

- Bloody Romans!
- Watch it! Still a few crosses left!

Up you go, big nose!

I'll get you for this, you bastard!

- Oh, yeah!
- Don't worry. I never forget a face.

- I warn you.
- No?

I'm gonna punch you so hard,
you Roman git!

Shut up, you Jewish turd!

Who are you calling Jewish?
I'm not Jewish, I'm a Samaritan!

A Samaritan? This is supposed
to be a Jewish section!

It doesn't matter!
You're all gonna die
in a day or two!

It may not matter to you, but it
matters to us. Doesn‘t it, darling?

Oh, rather!

Under the terms
of the Roman occupancy,

we're entitled to be crucified
in a purely Jewish area.

CRUCIFIED MAN #1:
Pharisees separate from Sadducees!

CRUCIFIED MAN #2:
And Swedish separate from Welsh!

All right, all right, all right!
We'll soon settle this!

Hands up, all those who
don't want to be crucified here!

[STRAINING AND GRUNTING]

Right! Next!

- Look, it's not my cross.
- What?!

It's not my cross,
I was holding it for someone.

Just lie down,
I haven't got all day!

Of course.
Look, I hate to make a fuss--

Look, we've had a busy day,
and there's 140 of you lot to get up.

- Is he Jewish?
- Will you be quiet?!

We don't want any more
Samaritans around here.

Belt up!

Will you let me down
if he comes back?

Yeah, yeah,
we'll let you down.

- Next!
- You don't have to do this!

- You don't have to take orders!
- I like orders.

See? Not so bad
once you're up.

- You're being rescued then, are you?
- It's a bit late for that now, isn't it?

No, we've got a couple
of days up here.

Plenty of time.
Lots of people get rescued.

Oh?

Oh, yeah. My brother
usually rescues me.

If he can keep off the tail
for more than 20 minutes.

Randy little bugger.
Up and down like
the Assyrian Empire.

[LAUGHS]

Hello. Your family arrived then?

Reg!

- Hello, sibling Brian.
- Thank God you've come, Reg.

I think I should point out in fairness
that we are not the rescue committee.

However, I have been asked to
read this prepared statement

on behalf of the movement.

"We, the People's Front of Judea,
brackets, officials, end brackets,

do hereby convey our sincere
fraternal and sisterly greetings
to you, Brian,

on this, the occasion
of your martyrdom."

What?

"Your death will stand as a landmark
in the continuing struggle to liberate

the parent land from the hands
of the Roman imperialist aggressors,

excluding those concerned with
drainage, medicine, roads, housing,

education. And any other Romans
contributing to the welfare of Jews

of both sexes
and hermaphrodites."

Signed, "On behalf of the PFJ,
et cetera."

And I'd just like to add, on
a personal note, my own admiration

for what you're doing for us
and what must be, after all,
for you, a difficult time.

- Reg! What are you going to do?
- Goodbye, Brian. And thanks.

All right, Brian.
Keep it up, lad.

Terrific work, Brian.

[CONVERSING INDISTINCTLY]

Right. And:

TOGETHER:
♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ And so say all of us ♪

♪ And so say all of-- ♪

You bastards! You bastards!

- Where is Brian of Nazareth?
- BRIAN: You sanctimonious bastards!

- I have an order for his release.
- You stupid bastards!

- I’m Brian of Nazareth.
- What?

- I’m Brian of Nazareth.
- Take him down!

I'm Brian of Nazareth!

- I’m Brian!
- I'm Brian!

Look, look, I'm Brian!

- I’m Brian!
- I’m Brian and so is my wife!

ALL:
I'm Brian!

Right! Take him away
and release him!

No, I'm only joking.
I'm not really Brian.

No, I'm not Brian! I was only--
It was a joke.

I'm only pulling your leg!
It's a joke!

I'm not him,
I'm just having you on!

Put me back!
Bloody Romans, can't take a joke.

[TRUMPETS SOUNDING]

The Judean People's Front!

CENTURION:
The Judean People's Front!

Forward, all!

ASSISTANT #2:
Look out! The Judean
People's Front!

ASSISTANT #3:
The Judean People's Front!

ASSISTANT #4:
The Judean People's Front!

We are the Judean People's Front,
crack suicide squad.

Suicide squad, attack!

That showed them, huh?

You silly sods!

JUDITH:
Brian!

Brian! Brian! Brian!

Judith!

Terrific! Great! Reg explained it
to me, and I think it's great
what you're doing.

Thank you, Brian.
I'll never forget you.

So there you are!

I might have known
it would end up like this.

Just think of all the love
and affection I've wasted on you!

Well, if that's how you treat
your poor, old mother

in the autumn years of her life,
all I can say is:

Go ahead. Be crucified.
See if I care.

- I might have known.
- Mum! Mum!

I don't know what
the world is coming to.

CRUCIFIED MAN #3:
Cheer up, Brian!

You know what they say?

Some things in life are bad.

They can really make you mad.

Other things just make
you swear and curse.

♪ When you're chewing
On life's gristle ♪

♪ Don't grumble
Give a whistle ♪

♪ And this'll help things
Turn out for the best ♪

♪ And ♪

♪ Always look
On the bright side of life ♪

[WHISTLING]

♪ Always look on
The light side of life ♪

[WHISTLING]

♪ If life seems jolly rotten ♪

♪ There's something
You've forgotten ♪

♪ And that's to laugh and smile
And dance and sing ♪

♪ When you're feeling
In the dumps ♪

♪ Don't be silly chumps ♪

♪ Just purse your lips and whistle
That's the thing ♪

♪ And always look on
The bright side of life ♪

[WHISTLING]

- Come on!
- [OTHERS WHISTLING]

ALL: ♪ Always look on
The right side of life ♪

[ALL WHISTLING]

♪ For life is quite absurd ♪

♪ And death's the final word ♪

♪ You must always face
The curtain with a bow ♪

♪ Forget about your sin ♪

♪ Give the audience a grin ♪

ALL:
♪ Enjoy it
It's your last chance anyhow ♪

♪ So always look on
The bright side of death ♪

[WHISTLING]

♪ Just before
You draw your terminal breath ♪

[WHISTLING]

♪ Life's a piece of shit ♪

♪ When you look at it ♪

♪ Life's a laugh and death's a joke
It's true ♪

♪ You'll see it's all a show ♪

♪ Keep on laughing as you go ♪

♪ Just remember that
The last laugh is on you ♪

ALL:
♪ And always look on
The bright side of life ♪

[WHISTLING]

♪ Always look on
The right side of life ♪

- Come on, Brian! Cheer up!
- [OTHERS WHISTLING]

♪ Always look
On the bright side of life ♪

[WHISTLING]

♪ Always look
On the bright side of life ♪

CRUCIFIED MAN #3:
Worse things happen at sea,
you know?

♪ Always look
On the bright side of life ♪

What have you got to lose?
You come from nothing,

you're going back to nothing,
what have you lost?

Nothing!

♪ Always look
On the bright side of life ♪

Nothing will come from nothing,
you know what they say?

Cheer up, you old bugger!

Come on! Give us a grin!
There you are!

See? The end of the film.
Incidentally, this record is
available in the foyer.

Some of us have got to live
as well, you know?

Who do you think pays
for all this rubbish?

They're not gonna make
their money back, you know.

I told them. I said to him.

"Bernie," I said,
"they'll never make
their money back."

♪ Always look on
The bright side of life ♪♪

[♪♪♪]