All language subtitles for A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthurs Court (1949) EN

There you are.

Say, has, uh, this castle
always had four turrets?

Always.

Four turrets.

That doesn't seem right.

If you hurry, sir, you'll still
be in time to catch the last tour.

Thanks.

The room you are now
standing in...

is an ancient banquet hall.

And this table,
ladies and gentlemen,

is said to be the famed
Round Table...

used by King Arthur.

Many of the restored
shields of the Knights of

the Round Table can be
seen on these standards.

Sir Bedivere.

Sir... Sir Bors de Ganis.

Sir...
Sir Lancelot of the Lake.

If you don't mind!

Not at all.
Go right ahead.

Now, ladies and gentlemen,
if you'll kindly follow me.

Over here,
ladies and gentlemen,

we have the shields
of Sir Galahad,

Sir Dalliance,

and Sir Sagramore
le Desirous.

Good old Saggy.

And over here,
ladies and gentlemen,

a remarkably preserved
portrait.

Lady Alisande la Carteloise.

Wasn't she lovely?
Lovely indeed, madam.

She was renowned in legend as
King Arthur's favorite niece.

Over here, ladies and
gentlemen... Pardon me...

we have a hauberk dating
from the sixth century...

said to have been worn
by Sir Logris of Astolat.

Kindly notice the round hole
through the breastplate,

undoubtedly caused by an
iron-tipped arrow of the period.

Mm-mmm.

I mean... Well, you see, that
happens to be a bullet hole.

Impossible!
Firearms weren't invented...

until the 15th century.

Oh, come now. Perhaps the
gentleman saw the bullet fired.

Perhaps the gentleman
was there.

Matter of fact, I was.

Undoubtedly caused by an
iron-tipped arrow of the period.

Well, uh, that concludes the
tour, ladies and gentlemen.

On behalf of the orphanage and Lord
Pendragon, I hope you've enjoyed it.

This way out, please. Thank
you. It's been most interesting.

I beg your pardon, sir. Lord
Pendragon would like to see you. Hmm?

Well, that's
very nice of him.

Just as I remember her.

This way, sir.
Yes.

"Just as I remember her"?

And she dead
these 1300 years.

Come in, come in.

And shut the door.

That's the worst of these confounded
castles... very picturesque and all that,

but the wind whistles through
like a howling gale.

This is the American
gentleman, Your Lordship.

I'm quite aware
it's the American gentleman.

You may go, Richards.
But, Your Lordship...

Go, go. Scat.

Now, no tricks, young man.

I warn you, I boxed for
Cambridge until my arm...

Now, what's all this I hear
about your creating a disturbance?

You don't look balmy.

I assure you, Your
Lordship, I'm perfectly sane.

Well, stop staring at me
as if I were a ghost.

Have we met before?
Here.

Well, no, not exactly. What
do you mean, not exactly?

Either we've met before or we
haven't. It's difficult to explain.

L-I feel like I know you.
I know this castle...

and the girl in the painting
downstairs... Lady Alisande.

I know her too.
Wait, wait. Don't ring.

I wanna show you something.

Take a look at this.
What is it?

It's a gold amulet,

just like the one
on the girl in the painting.

Yes, yes, of course.
Of course.

A remarkable duplicate.
It's not a duplicate, sir.

Where did you get it?
She gave it to me.

Young man, you're either
a liar or a lunatic,

and I'm not gonna sit here...

Here.

Thank you.
Excuse me.

I've been wanting to get this
off my chest for a long time.

I'm not keeping you
from anything, am I?

My name is Martin.
Hank Martin.

I was born in Hartford,
Connecticut, U. S. A.

I'm a blacksmith, and my father
was a blacksmith before me.

Or I was a blacksmith until a few years
ago, when these automobiles came along.

Boy, it sure is
powerful-looking. Boy, it sure is.

Go ahead and touch it.
I dare you.

You do it.
I asked you first.

Yeah, he asked you first.

Look out!

Did you fix it, Hank?
I fixed it, all right.

The operation was a success,
but the patient died.

Well, we'll give her
another whirl, huh?

You kids in no hurry?
No, not me.

What do you suppose
makes it go?

- I know. There's a dragon in it.
- A what?

A dragon, just like in King Arthur,
that spits and shoots out fire.

- Oh, you're daffy.
- I am not, am I, Hank?

I think she's got something there.
What we need is a little dragon bait.

Say, it's taken a hold.

Oh, there's a dragon
in there, all right.

I think it's a reluctant dragon.
We'll let it cool off a while.

Does that book tell you
how to fix automobiles, Hank?

This book tells you
how to fix everything.

At least that's what the
fellow said that sold it to me.

Wow! Look at that.
What is that thing, Hank?

Yeah, what is it, Hank?
That's a phonograph.

That'll bring a 20-piece
band smack into your parlor.

Drums and everything?
Sure. Drums and everything.

There's an electric light bulb,
a magic lantern and a motorcycle.

Wow! Look at that!

You mean we're gonna have
all those things someday, Hank?

Son, every one of those things in that
book, every item, we got 'em right now.

You know why we got 'em? Because folks
who other folks thought were crazy...

went out and invented 'em.

That's how things get done...
by folks who shoot high,

who just won't admit
they're licked.

Oh, there's nothin'
to be ashamed of

If you stub your toe
on the moon

When a dream's
at the top of the sky

Well, you just have
to jump pretty high

But don't give up too soon

If you stub your toe
on the moon

Now, you take Harry Hadgetts.
Who's Harry Hadgetts?

Young Harry Hadgetts
loved making gadgets

"Life needs some new things"
was his claim

Hoped one or two things
might bring fame

This is the last time
you'll hear his name

Nobody mentions
Harry's inventions

But do you think
that got him down

Here comes the end
When you've gadgets to mend

He's the best repairman
in town

So there's nothin'
to be ashamed of

If you stub your toe on the moon Fred.

When a dream's at
the top of the sky

Well, you just have to jump
pretty high, high

But don't give up too soon

If you stub your toe
on the moon

Now, you take Sally Springer.
Who's Sally Springer?

Well, it's a long story,
but I'll cut it down for you.

Sweet Sally Springer
she was a singer

Lived in a hall room
up one flight

Thought of a ballroom
big and bright

Where she would make
her debut some night

Then for her trouble
"Pop" went the bubble

Say that it's sad
but, wait, don't weep

Now they admit
every night she's a hit

When she sings
her children to sleep

No, there's nothin'
to be ashamed of

If you stub your toe
on the moon

Though it may be a blow
to your pride

You're a hero because
well, you tried Good boy.

So don't give up too soon

If you stub your toe
on the moon

Don't give up too soon

If you stub your toe
on the moon

Well, there's a moral there
someplace, kids.

Hiya, Hank.
Hey, Sam.

Old Man Miller's
madder than a wet hen.

Said you promised to have
his pinto back by noon.

By George, I did! Well, this'll
have to wait till later, kids.

Aw, gee! Come on. Everybody out.

See you in the mornin'.
7:00 be too early?

Good, good. All right,
good-bye. See you tomorrow!

Say, if that cat spits up
a spark plug, it's mine.

Whoa, Tex. Take it easy.
I don't blame you.

Looks like we're in
for a wet night.

Whoa, there.
Whoa!

Whoa, Tex!
Whoa!

Monster, will you battle?

Will I do what?

Will you joust? Will you
venture a passage at arms?

Huh?

Up, dog!

Up, dog,
and defend thyself!

Up, I say!

Look, old man, I don't know where
you got that iron Union suit,

but I've been up all night
and I'm in no mood for jokes.

Here, Tex. Here, Tex. Stay
where you are, monster.!

I give warning:
Spit forth one flame of fire...

and I shall hack thee
limb from limb!

Here, now.

Skip. Go ahead. Run along
before they come and get you.

Before they come?

Your keepers.
They should be here any minute.

Parley will gain thee not!
Dost admit defeat?

Look, I told you before,
I'm in no mood...

Dost admit defeat?

Dost.
By all means, dost.

Forward, knave.
Thou art captive of my lance.

I'll play along
with you.

Hey, tell me, bub,
who art thou?

I hight
Sir Sagramore le Desirous,

Knight of the Round Table.

Howdy.
I hight Hank Martin.

Those turrets...

I've never seen them before.

That can't be Bridgeport.
Yonder, varlet, is Camelot.

Camelot?

Capital of
the kingdom of Britain...

residence in state
of King Arthur's Court.

King Arthur?
What year is this?

This is the year
of our Lord, 528.

Five hundred and twenty-eight?

I guess I owe you an apology, brother.
I'm the guy they're coming after.

Forward, knave.

Raise for Sir Sagramore!

Hold, monster.
Bind the prisoner.

Bind the prisoner!

Here, here. Whoa.
What's this?

Here, now, there's been a
mistake. Get me a lawyer.

Where's the head fellow
here? Forward, monster.

Where is the king?
In the Great Hall, sire.

Enough! To thy post.
Aye, sire.

Forward to the Great Hall.

Oh, confound this castle.
It's a veritable cave of winds.

Somebody close the door.
The king speaketh.

Close the door!

Close the door.!

Close the door.!

The door closeth.

When

Is sometime

How many days

Until sometime

For my dreams make it clear

That my lover is near

And he ought
to be here about

Sometime

Who

Is someone

Who is
this wonderful someone

Oh, I'm keeping
my heartstrings

In tune

And hoping

That sometime

Is soon

It is I,
Sir Sagramore!

Cease thy speaking!

And thy babbling.

Who

Is someone

Who is
this wonderful someone

Oh, I'm keeping
my heartstrings

In tune

And hoping

That sometime

Is soon

Oh, I'm hoping

That sometime

Is soon

Excellent, child. You take
after my side of the family.

We were all fine singers
until my throat...

Thank you, my liege.

With Your Majesty's permission, I
have prepared a song for the lute.

It's a simple thing...
Away, child.

If there's one thing that curdles the
appetite of an already-addled stomach,

it's a lute solo.

Well, well, well, well,
well, well, well, well, well.

What other amusement
have we in store this day?

Sorry, my liege.

Noble King, I crave pardon for
this most unseemly intrusion,

but I have just returned
from capturing the fiercest...

of all human dragons.

Behold, the monster!

I'm a monster.

A weird-looking creature.
How camest thou by him?

'Tis a most wondrous tale,
my liege.

I fear we're in for it.

My king,
ladies of the Royal Court,

fellow Knights
of the Round Table,

while riding
in a far land...

I came upon a concourse
of a thousand ogres.

And despite their numbers,

determined to capture the most
sky-towering giant among them...

Oh, here, now. Wait a minute. I was
alone. I was asleep under a tree.

Cease, monster!

From dawn till dark
and dark till dawn, we battled.

With lance and sword,
I laid upon the demon throng...

till all were dead but one...

the fiercest ogre of them all,

when finally
I drove him to corner.

He changed into a dragon,

bellowing fire
and flame upon me!

When that availed him naught, he
became a tusked and taloned werewolf.

Oh, now, see here,
Your Majesty...

At last, the beast changed
to his present form,

and with one mighty bound...

leaped to the topmost
branch of a tree...

200 cubits high!

I picked up a stone...

the size of a bullock
and hurled it at the beast.

He fell to my feet.

And here, milord,
here is living proof...

of my mighty deed.

I thank thee.

Your Majesty,
mayeth I sayeth a few words?

- In the first place...
- Silence, ogre!

What makest thou
of the creature, Merlin?

A most dangerous and evil demon.
The beast must be destroyed.

A hanging?
No.

Burning at the stake,
my liege.

Pardon, milord,

but the monster
seemeth a gentle soul.

Gentle?
He hath nice eyes,

and his features
are not unpleasant.

True, true.
Monster, has thou a name?

Hast. Martin.
Hank Martin.

The truth now.
How camest thou to this kingdom?

Well, I'm a little confused
as to how I came here,

but I did come from Connecticut.

Hast heard of, uh,

what he just said?

Couldst be in Ireland.

Oh, no.
It's way past Ireland.

You lie. There's naught beyond
Ireland but the Great Sea.

Trapped by his own words,
my liege.

An evil demon confronts us, whose
abode is the dismal depths of the ocean.

Destroy this pestilence
e'er he destroy us!

Thou hast a good point,
Merlin. Death to the monster.!

Quiet, quiet!

Oh, my ears.

Monster,

I have bad tidings for thee.

Tomorrow morning,
thou burnest at the stake.

Take him away.

Well, Your Majesty,
if I can just have a minute to...

I'd like to explain this...
Wait a minute! Hey! Help!

Wait.! Help.!

'Tis said this monster
has seven heads.

Aye, and
a forked tail.

It is I, Sir Sagramore.
Open for Sir Sagramore.

Well, what do you want now?

I have brought thee a dainty
tidbit from the king's kitchen.

Roast meat.

At this point, roast meat
doesn't appeal to me.

When do I...
Within the hour.

How thou must hate me for the mischief
my foolish tongue has caused thee.

You ought to be press agent
forJack the Ripper.

An ogre, you called me.
Dragon, werewolf.

No wonder they wanna
get rid of me. Cease.

I feel bad enough.

If there were aught I could say,
aught I could do to save thee...

Well, ain't there aught?

Naught.

Wait!

Zounds! What an idea!
An idea?

Who hast condemned thee? 'Tis
Merlin, the maker of miracles.

What if thou
shouldst create a miracle?

What if thou shouldst prove
a greater sorcerer?

Doing what?

Nay. Nay.
'Tis a foolish thought.

A greater sorcerer than Merlin?
None such exists.

He's the champion, huh?

I have grown
to like thee, monster.

'Tis sad to part.

'Tis sad.

Farewell.

Within the hour.

Well, now, if it's
a miracle they're after...

Meet the new champion.

No, no, no, no. All these
folderols simply to burn a man.

Verily it grows monotonous.
Aye.

But the Romans had
a more amusing procedure.

They boiled their victims
in oil.

Boiled them in oil?

Splendid. Hast not seen a
lobster boil, Your Majesty?

Truly, Morgan,
thou art brilliant.

All right, all right, all
right. Let's get started.

Thou knowest this early morning
air bringeth on my vapors.

The king speaketh.
Bring on the beast.

Bring on the beast.!
Bring on the beast.!

Must we have these eternal
echoes? Bring on the beast.!

Now, that's strange.

The creature seemeth
in splendid spirits.

'Twill avail him naught.

Fire and flame will destroy him
and all his demon magic.

Milord,
does he have to die?

Of course he has to die.

You certainly don't expect me to
disappoint all these people, do you?

Thou art to be commended, Sir Sagramore,
for thy part in these festivities.

Nay.
My heart weigheth heavily.

Hear ye
the proclamation of death!

Monster, thou hast by trial,
both just and fair,

been found guilty
of the following crimes.

First, of assuming
through demon wizardry...

the form of a man-devouring
ogre, Stay away, clouds.

Of a fire-breathing dragon,
Good old sun.

And of tusked
and taloned werewolf.

Second, of conspiring with
Beelzebub and the powers of evil...

to bring calamity
upon this kingdom.

Therefore, monster,

by order of His Sovereign
Majesty King Arthur of Britain,

thou art hereby condemned
to perish...

by the flame and...

Merlin, he's bewitched!

Have no fear, my liege.

I shall cast a spell
upon this demon.

- I fear thee not, monster.
- Boo.

I, Merlin,
sorcerer to the king,

do hereby render helpless the
evil demon within this monster...

and route forevermore...

his magic wizardry,
and I command the gods...

to wither his tongue,
to still his limbs, to...

Psst, psst. Smiley, you're
burning up a little there.

Thou art the devil himself!

Is there no end to his sorcery?

Do you give up?

Aha. Just as I thought! Hey...

No forces of evil did cause
this mischief, my liege.

'Twas but this bauble,
this toy,

which any child can worketh.

Start workething, bub.

I command thee,

maketh fire and flame.!
Any news?

Maketh fire and flame!

No talent, huh?

A few words, Your Majesty.

I am a wizard.
I'm a whiz of a wizard.

Matter of fact, just about
the best in the business.

And if you don't mind
my saying so,

it's a pretty good thing for you
I'm not quick-tempered.

Slim, release me here.

Come on, quickly.

I might lose my temper here and
burn up a lot of good acreage.

Now, watch closely
and I'll show you what I mean.

I have here, Your Majesty, a
common, ordinary twig. Presto!

You could imagine what
I could do with a tree.

For my next miracle,
ladies and gentlemen...

Desist! Desist, monster!
I prithee!

And now, Your Majesty,
hang onto your crown be...

because, uh, I'm about to...

No more, monster!
I beseech thee!

Spare my kingdom!

Name thy terms,
and I will grant them.

Well, I would like to stick
around here a little while, maybe.

Half my domains are thine.

Oh, no. Just...

Just a little... little
blacksmith shop would be all right.

A smithy. Granted.

And if you could arrange it,
I'd like to associate...

with these lords and ladies in a
little more sociable atmosphere.

A ball, as soon as 'tis possible
to accoutre thee properly.

This fellow that captured me...
what about him?

The dog shall die.

Aye.!
Burn Sir Sagramore.!

Aye! Burn Sir Sagramore!

Burn Sir Sagramore!
Burn Sir Sagramore!

In oil, huh?
Oh, no.

No. Wait a minute.
I like him.

Hmm. Why, he shall be
thy squire.

I wouldn't be without a squire.
And one really important thing.

As long as I seem to be
the boss around here,

don't you think I ought to have
a title to go with it?

Approach and be knighted.

Here.
Practice with this a while.

On thy knees, sire.

I dub thee...

I dub thee Sir Boss!

Hail to Sir Boss!

Hail to the Boss!

Hail, Sir Boss.

Methinks I liketh Camelot...

a lot.

Zounds, but thou hast
a handsome figure!

Now, take it easy, Saggy. I know
you're grateful, but don't overdo it.

The ball awaits thee.
This way, milord.

Hope some man
doesn't ask me to dance.

For thee, sire.

Well, how about introducing me to
the cast of characters? Pardon, sire?

I wouldst know whom
I meeteth this night.

The king, for instance.

What's he like?
Aprince among men.

And, uh, Merlin?

A devil, who by cunning
and trickery...

has come to rule the kingdom.
A villain, huh?

Who's the dark-haired lady
with him there?

Morgan le Fay,
the king's niece.

If aught should happen to the king,
Merlin would see to it that she is queen.

Well, aught better
not happen then, huh?

Who?

Another of the king's nieces.

Milady Alisande la Carteloise.

Is she married
or anything?

She is the betrothed
of Sir Lancelot of the Lake,

who is away on a mission
of knight errantry, sire.

Traveling man, huh?
Shall we mingle then?

Stop the music!

Stop the music.!
Stop the music.!

The music stoppeth, sire.

Well, you got a mighty
nice turnout for the clambake.

I'm much obliged. It's a
pleasure, I assure thee.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Sir Boss!

The man is dangerous.

And we also
if we but smile.

Dance with him.

Uh, Sir Galahad.
Oh.

Howdy.

Killed any dragons lately?

Scout's honor?

Pardon, my liege.
Ah, yes.

My niece, Morgan le Fay,
princess of the Royal House.

Welcome to Camelot, milord.

A merry tune, is it not?
Oh, yes.

I can hardly keep
my feet still.

Thou mayest think me bold,
but wouldst dance with me?

Why, certainly.
I'd love to.

Anytime.

I, uh...
I beg your pardon.

I don't want to seem aggressive
or anything, but I did want to...

My dear Alisande, hast
heard my latest exploit?

Never in all...
Say, just a minute, buster.

This is our dance.

By all means, yes.

Hast thou an affliction
in thine eye, sire?

I'm afraid it's in my heart.

But that twitching of the
lid. I understand thee not.

That's a wink, honey.
A wink?

Where I come from,
it's a token of affection.

Maybe we better dance, huh?

Come along with me a minute. I want
to straighten these fellows out.

Will you excuse me?
This won't take a minute.

You don't seem to be very busy.
Would you try something for me?

Listen closely.

Try it.

Fine. I have something
for you too.

Play it.

Are you happy?
Sounds fine.

Well, who have we here?

Milord Windpipe.
Got something classy for you.

Listen closely.

Nice, huh?

Try it.

Have to file this away
till 1776, I guess.

Now we come to
the most important part of all...

the rhythm section.

Tell me, sire, how dost
thou count this rhythm?

Hmm?

One, two, three.
One, two, three.

One, two, three.
One, two, three.

You're a three-beat man, huh?

You're a four-beat man.
One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.
I'm a four-beat man.

Naturally.
Let me hear it.

That's it.

Oh. Say, there's a new tuning
on these instruments.

Gonna sweep the country.

There.

Isn't that classy?

There's a canoe that goes with these
things, but that's another story.

Don't lose your head now.
There's just the man we need.

Hold it.

Tell me, young man, art thou
familiar with this melody?

Indeed, Sir-Sir Boss.
I am.

Well, come on.
Join the band.

I hope thou art paid up
in the Guild.

Everyone remember
what I showed them.

Are you all ready?

There, you see?
When you putteth in the brass,

you taketh out the lead.

Sir Boss, what a wondrous
transformation.

So bright, so merry, so
gay! It was really nothing.

Tomorrow, I might even
show them "The Turkey Trot."

"The Turkey Trot"? I wit thee
not. 'Tis a gayish gambol.

Oh, come. Relax.
You might like it.

Methinks this
will be his undoing.

This is an out...

Yes, sire?

Would you like to sit
the rest of this out?

'Twould be most unseemly.
I know it 'twould.

I want to talk to you alone.

'Tis a beautiful night,
sire.

Oh, 'tis.
'Tis indeed.

But I wish
you wouldn't call me sire.

Yes, O Mighty Sorcerer.

And I wanna straighten
you out on that too.

I don't care what it looked
like out there the other day.

I'm just one of the boys...
just a fellow called Hank Martin.

A human being?
Mm-hmm.

Right now, very human.

Tell me, sire...
Oh, no. Hank.

Tell me, Hank,

why dost thou confide in me?

I don't know, unless...
Well, except I'm grateful.

Well, you... you and
Saggy were the only ones...

that seemed to care
if I burned or not.

I'd feel as sorry
for any beast of the field.

Now, don't spoil it.
In the second place, Alisande,

you're a very pretty girl.

Thou art pretty too,
milord.

You mustn't go around
saying men are pretty.

If you wanna make an exception
in my case, say I'm cute.

Thou art in truth
the cutest...

I don't like that either.
Say I'm healthy or something.

You know what
I think I'll call you?

Sandy.

Sandy?
Mm-hmm.

Sandy. It hath a fine
and winsome grace.

Sandy. Even so,

already it falleth trippingly
from the tongue.

Shakespeare.
Shakespeare?

He's a new boy coming up later.
Very clever fellow.

Gee, Connecticut
was never like this.

And where is this strange
land, this Connecticut?

A million miles...

a thousand years away.

I comprehend thee not.

I'm not sure
I comprehend me either.

One thing I know, though.
I'm glad I'm here.

Once and for always

Let's have it understood

We will be together

Just the way we should

Let's not wait and hope

For something more sublime

Don't you know

That always
isn't too much time

So once

And for always

Let's say that it's agreed

Wishing days are over

This is all we need

And tonight

We'll notify the stars

Above

That once and for always

And no less than always

You and I

Will be

In love

'Tis truly lovely.

Once and for always

Let's have it understood

But I know not
thy meaning, sire.

'Tis warming to the heart,
but confusing to the mind.

All I'm trying to tell you, honey,
is even if you lived up in my day...

around 1905,

I'd still feel
the same way about you.

Time isn't important
if it's the real thing.

Let's not wait

And hope for something

More sublime

Don't you know

No

Well, always

Isn't too much time

Seems the only thing I brought with
me from Connecticut is a little book...

an almanac full of useful
advice and wise observations,

one of which says,
"Love once,

but love always and forever."

That's what I'm trying to tell you.
Just like it says in the almanac.

What's an almanac?
Doesn't matter.

They all say the same thing.

Once and for always

Let's say that it's agreed

Agreed

Wishing days are over

This is all we need

And tonight

We'll notify

The stars

Above

That once and for always

And no less

Than always

You and I

Will be

In love

I shouldn't have done that, huh?
'Twas mine fault as much as thine.

Well, then this one's on me.

Will I see you tomorrow?

'Twould be most...
Tomorrow then, at my smithy.

Logris, thou art a friend
of Lancelot's.

Wouldst say
he is a jealous man?

Most jealous. Knowest
thou his whereabouts?

They say he's bound
for the north country.

A day's ride would reach
him. A night's ride.

Thou must leave at once.

Stay, Sir Lancelot!

Sir Lancelot!

Stay, Sir Lancelot!

Evil tidings, my friend.

An interloper from a foreign land has
gazed with ardor upon the Lady Alisande.

Huh? Name
of this interloper?

- Sir Boss.
- Sir Boss. I ride forthwith to Camelot.

But the quest, sire.
The quest shall wait.

First, I must disembowel
a scurvy knave!

'Tis a monstrous
sorcerer within.

Most monstrous!

Well, let's see here.

Two inches off the cuff.

You got me a little there.
Thou art indeed a wizard.

When 'tis done, 'twill become
thee as fittingly as it did...

to Sagramore le Desirous.

Sir Sagramore le Desirous.

We've got to do something
about that.

Say, when you were a kid,
did you have a first name?

Aye. But from
that day to this,

no man has dared breathe it
in my presence.

But you're gonna tell me. Wild
horses could not drag it from me.

Come on, Saggy.
'Fess up.

To my undying shame,
'twas Clarence. Clarence.

Suits your personality too.
I dub thee Clarence.

Whoop.
As you will, milord.

Hi, men. Oh, well, you'll
get used to me. Who's this?

Who cometh in
the yonder covered wagon?

'Tis the Lady Alisande.

I warn thee, milord,
this meeting is unwise.

The girl is betrothed. I'll
take care of this thing, Saggy.

But, sire...

Sandy.

Hank.
Thanks for coming.

In truth, I...
I did not want to come.

I know. You just came to tell
me that you couldn't make it.

Honey, I've got something awfully
important to ask you. Could...

Well, it's a little
crowded here. Could we...

I hate to run out on you fellows,
but you can see how important this is.

Mind the children, Clarence.

Abracadabra! Boom!

The children are gonna love
me around here, aren't they?

Say, I got a little trinket here
that I whipped up for you.

For me, sire? Hath it a name? Yes.

Well, in my country,
we call it a safety pin.

Wouldst sitteth down?

'Tis a strange device.
What purpose serveth it?

Well, it hath
a myriad of purposes.

For instance, uh,
do you have a handkerchief?

A kerchief, sire?
A kerchief, yes.

You expecting a cold?

You take, uh...
You take it like this,

over there, over there,
and this up here.

Now we take our little gadget,
you see, and...

hook it up there.

There you are. See?
Amazing, sire.

Isn't it, honey?
But to what purpose?

Huh? Oh.

To what purpose?

Well, in the south,

they call them AuntJemimas,
I think.

Now, you wanna get
the little gadget off there.

You just unlatch it like that.
There you are. Presto.

Safe, sound and simple,
isn't it? It's a miracle.

Well, not exactly a miracle, but
certainly a very handy little gadget.

I didn't mean to scare you.
And that's not a miracle either.

That's just a little gadget
called a magnet,

based on an idea cooked up
by a fellow named Ben Franklin.

This is yours.

'Tis a handsome gift, sire,

but I cannot accept it.

It would not be honorable.

You should know this, sire. I'm
betrothed to Sir Lancelot. I did know.

But... Please, honey,
let me do the talking.

Sandy, I haven't been around here very

long. There's a lot of
things I don't know...

how I got here,
how long I'm gonna be here...

I do not comprehend. Don't try
to follow me. Please. Just listen.

What I'm getting at is this: Would
you consider being betrothed to me?

But Sir Lancelot.
We'll get to him later.

Do you love him?
Lancelot is a wonderful man.

Brave, stalwart, handsome.
Do you love him?

A wife would be proud
of such a husband.

Do you love him?

No, Hank.

Hallelujah!

No, no. Thou must not.
'Tis most unseemly.

Why?

Dost thou not understand?
I am betrothed to Sir Lancelot.

I know. I know.

But when does he get back?
Perhaps a month.

Well, you leave everything
to me. I'll handle old Lance.

But I fear for thee,
Hank.

Sir Lancelot's anger is known to freeze
the hearts of the most courageous.

Sandy, don't worry.
Now, please.

Just toddle along home to
the castle. But, Hank...

Don't you trust me, Sandy?

Yes, I trust thee, Hank. Good. Here.

You forgot something.
I'll see you later.

Okay, men, shove off.

Heave ho.

Departeth.

Forward!

Sir Boss?
Yeah?

I must warn thee. What about? Did
you get the squeak out of there?

Methinks I have, sire.
Behold...

Not entirely.
Not entirely.

But, sire, I must warn thee. Yeah?

Art occupied, blacksmith?

Have care, sire. Yeah, okay.
I'll fix that in a minute.

I got a cash customer here. Wait a
minute. What's on your mind, friend?

Death to a scurvy knave...

whom I shall find
before this day has ended.

Wouldst have an edge
on my weapon!

Yes, well, you came
to the right place, friend.

I guess you'd like a little edge
on the lance too, wouldn't you?

I'll get it.

Well, don't stand there fidgeting.
Give me a lift here. Come on.

By george, big fella, you've got
your dander up today, haven't you?

Hate to be the guy
you're looking for.

In a minute.
In a minute.

This man has
urgent business here.

Somebody do you wrong?
A grievous wrong.

Well, I can tell. When a fella's
as mad as you appear to be,

there's generally a woman
at the bottom of it, right?

Thou art wise, blacksmith.
Somebody stole your gal, huh?

Naturally, you're gonna
take steps... long steps.

I shall seek out
this interloper,

and be he the size
of ten giants...

and hath he the strength
and fury of a thousand lions,

I shall meet him upon the field
ofhonor and thrust him through...

like an ox on a spit.

Ah, but the end
shall not come swiftly.

Mark you, the death of this knave
who calleth himself Sir Boss...

shall become legend,
a warning to all...

who would covet
the betrothed of another.

I don't blame you.
If I was in your spot...

Did you say "Sir Boss?"

Aye, blacksmith.
A scourge on the dog.

Well, now...

Perhaps we ought to think this
over in the cool of the evening.

We don't wanna be too hasty
about these things.

- What sayest thou?
- No offense, friend.

I just don't want you to do
something that we'll both regret.

What wouldst suggest? There
are two sides to every question.

I suggest you sit down with this
fella and try and talk it over.

They tell me
he's a fine boy.

A message for thee, sire.
'Tis from the Lady Alisande.

It must be for you, friend.
No, Sir Lancelot.

'Tis for Sir Boss here.

Sir Boss!

"Beware. Lancelot cometh."

And here you are.

If you excuse me, I have a
couple of irons in the fire. Wait!

I hurl the gauntlet
in thy face.

Good day, sire.

Good day.

Clarence, are you there?

Aye. The die is cast.

Tomorrow you joust
with Sir Lancelot.

And the one who lives shall become
the betrothed of Lady Alisande.

I don't like the odds.

All right, we're here, Merlin.
Show us some blood.

Aye, blood. Sir Boss's
blood. Anybody's blood!

I will hasten
the proceedings, my liege.

Fear not, my friend.

I have cast a magic spell
upon thy evil opponent.

I thank thee, Merlin. I have
no need for casting of spells.

Be of good cheer, sire. Perhaps
couldst perform a miracle.

Afraid not. With all this stuff
on it slows up my thinking.

What's that?

'Tis just a minor scuffle
between two hot-blooded youths.

Sir Gareth and Sir Persant
of Wales.

Oh. A preliminary, huh?

What's going on?

They gatherth up
Sir Persant, sire.

That's tough luck,
old boy.

But, sire, this man
is the winner.

Steady, sire.

Have confidence, milord.
Have courage.

Clarence, what a fella
will do for a girl.

If it wasn't for Sandy, I'd be on
my way to Connecticut right now.

Another rope, serfs.

Wait a minute. I can't
handle this. This is awful.

Let's see. If I don't go through
with it, I'm a coward, huh?

If I do go through with it,
I'm a dead hero.

Isn't there something in-between,
something conservative?

Nay, sire.
Nothing, eh?

Tex.!
Tex, milord?

Get to the king and tell him I've
gotta have a ten-minute postponement.

Tell him I've gone for a mustard
plaster. Hurry up. Aye, sire.

Oh-ho, you Tex.

But he hath no armor, my
liege. Well, it's not my fault.

What manner of lunacy
is this?

No lunacy at all, friend.

Your Majesty, is there anything
in the book of rules...

which says that I have to do my
scuffling in all that scrap iron?

In truth, there is nothing
which so specifies.

Why don't we get started?

On with the...

On with the joust.

On with the joust.
On with thejoust.!

On with thejoust.!

I was there.
Where were you?

Get set for a fast turn, boy.

Come on, boy.
Let's trample him.

A neat trick, Sir Boss.

Thou hast not only
won the fair maiden,

but given me the merriest
afternoon I've had in years.

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.

Not too close, fellas. Pray,
sire, what art thou contriving?

Just trying to keep busy,
keep out of trouble.

I think I'll 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.
I'll show you how it works.

Suppose you're 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.

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to scare you.

That's just a sample
of what's comin', fellas.

The world is gonna be chock-full
of miracles... useful miracles...

like the printing press,
the sewing machine, bathtubs.

Bathtubs?
Yeah.

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 got to 'git', 'git."'

Thou wouldst leave Britain?
There's nothing to hold me here now.

- Greetings, O Mighty Sorcerer.
- 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...

I'm afraid you've got me wrong. I'm
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 it's all right with you,
ma'am, I'll stay a while.

Stay then,
and bless you.

Your husband?
My husband.

Well, I'll be careful.
I'll try not to wake him.

That you will not,
for he is dead.

Cry if you will, child.

A month ago
this was our family...

a fine husband,
two strapping sons,

a daughter.

Now we're 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 there they shall lie
and rot till they confess.

But such things can't be.
His Majesty wouldn't allow it.

Truly thou art a stranger.

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 wouldn't be happy
together. I want ermine!

Oh, yes, sire.
Yes, certainly, sire.

Take it off.
Yes, sire. Certainly.

Ermine.
You shall have ermine.

More hot water.
More hot water.!

More hot water.!

Hot water.
Hot water!

Hot water.
Hot water.!

Blasted incompetents. They
can't even keep the water hot.

I don't how I've 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
my people every day.

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 and doffing their hats.

Did you ever happen to
think that underneath

those smiles they may be hating you?

- Hating me?
- That's the word.

But why?
I'm 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!

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.

I postpone my official visit
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.

I'll 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.

Why, marrying me would be
a national disaster.

Disaster, sire?

This knight business,
I'd... I'd be no good at it.

Instead of gettin' on a horse and goin' out
and polishing off a few ogres or dragons,

I'd be hanging around the house, watering
the lawn or fixing the fence or something.

And our kids would grow up and
think their daddy was a sissy...

because we'd be the only family without
a dragon's head over the fireplace.

It's better this way,
honey.

You marry Sir Lancelot,
settle down...

and raise a lot of
little lords and ladies.

I hope you live
happily ever after.

Good-bye, Sandy.

So long, Hank.

What thinkest thou, my boy? Do
I look like a commoner? Well...

Well, what about this?

Yes, that helps.
Better.

And this?

Here. May I?

Thank you.
Oh, yes, much better.

Huh.

I say, we are not alone.

These clothes seem
to be inhabited.

Perfect.
Perfect.

Shall we then?

Logris,
thy men are ready?

I could start at once,
milady. Slowly, slowly.

We'll let our birds fly a
while before we spring the trap.

La, la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

La, la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

We're busy doing nothing
Working the whole day through

Trying to find
lots of things not to do

We're busy going nowhere
Isn't it just a crime

We'd like to be unhappy

But we never do
have the time

I have to watch the river
to see that it doesn't stop

And stick around the rosebuds
so they'll know when to pop

Better keep the
crickets cheerful

They're really
a solemn bunch

Hustle

Bustle

And only an hour
for lunch

La, la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

La, la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la

Uh, shall we proceed?

We're busy doing nothing
Working the whole day through

Trying to find
lots of things not to do

We're busy going nowhere
Isn't it just a crime

We'd like to be unhappy

But we never do
have the time

I have to wake the sun up
He's liable to sleep all day

True. And then inspect the rainbows

So they'll be
bright and gay

You must rehearse
the songbirds

To see that they sing
in key

If you insist.
I dost. I dost.

Hustle

Bustle

And never a moment free

Whoop!
Drop that bone.

We're busy doing nothing
Working the whole day through

Trying to find
lots of things not to do

We're busy going nowhere
Isn't it just a crime

We'd like to be unhappy

But we never do
have the time

Going to the game?

I have to meet a turtle
I'm teaching him how to swim

Then I have to shine
the dewdrops

You know, they're
looking rather dim. No.

I told my friend the robin
I'd buy him a brand-new vest

Hustle bustle

I wish I could
take a rest

Trying to find
lots of things not to do

Isn't it just a crime?

We'd better
make it snappy

There's another hill
to climb

We'd like to be unhappy

But
We never do have

We never do have We never do never do

Never do, never do
never do have the time

Never do have the time

What makest thou of this,
my friends? That's a beaut.

Methinks 'tis from too much
walking, Your Majesty. Yeah.

Dost realize, my friend,

that I am undoubtedly
the first of royal blood...

to possess this
strange affliction?

Future sufferers of this malady
shall know it by the name...

King Arthur's Foot.

I don't think so, sire. I think it's
more likely to be known as a bunion.

What thinkest thou? Has it been worth
it seeing your people as they are?

In truth, I know not. Their lot is
indeed a hard one, but it is a hard world.

You've seen hunger and misery. What
more do you want? I want a bath.

We took this trip to prove to you
that there is want and oppression.

Sir Boss.! Your Majesty.!

Your Majesty, Sir Boss, rise
quickly. People of quality approach.

Where?
Over yon hill.

Rise quickly, sire.!
They come closer.!

Let 'em come. I've got a
"binion." No, no, it's a bunion.

You're not king now, you know.
You're just one of the fellas.

Come along.

Look down, sire,
as becomes a humble freeman.

I say, that's Bedivere.

Undoubtedly, he is taking the Lady
Bedivere to London on a shopping tour.

That's not the Lady Bedivere.

Oh, the rogue.

Halt.

This'll make a toothsome
morsel for the court.

So thou chooseth
not to bow, peasant!

A reward for thy insolence!

You need any further proof
of injustices, Your Majesty?

When reach we London?
On the morrow, sire.

A village lies ahead where
we can bed for the night.

Good. On the morrow
there shall be changes.

Not a bad idea.
Let's get our stuff.

They lie hidden
within, sire.

All three asleep?
As babes.

'Twould be a simple matter
to slit their throats.

There will be no slitting
of throats yet.

I want them alive... now.
Aye.

But, sire... Shh! Your Majesty,
it's Sir Logris and his men.

They're gunning for you.
Gunning?

Shh. Leave out the gunning
then, but they're after you.

We're in trouble up
to our necks. Trouble?

Shh! Shh!
Shh!

Come on.

Shh.

Shh.

Three men thou sayest? Aye.

One broad and
strong as an ox...

and the one with an odd
foreign manner of speech...

and the one the who said
he was king did sneeze.

The king shall reward
thy loyalty.

By the morrow
there may be no king.

He hath need
of friends, milady.

I thank thee.

Fetch me such clothes as a
boy might wear. But, milady...

Do as I bid. I journey
to London. Yes, milady.

Our next offer, three male
slaves to be sold as a group.

What is thy bid
for this fine specimen?

A bit soft, perhaps, yet
sound of wind and limb.

- What is thy bid?
- Half a crown.

- Will anybody say five shillings?
- Five shillings?

Who'll make it ten?
Ten shillings.

I'm bid. Who'll make it
one pound?

One pound.

One pound.

And for this
handsome specimen...

Who only needs good food
and hard work...

to be brought to the peak
of physical perfection?

What is thy bid?

One farthing.

Make that a pound or I'll
have thee boiled in oil!

Ten pounds for the lot.

Ten pounds, sire?

Ten pounds. Remove them
to the slave quarters.

Sold to the gentleman
with the beard...

for ten pounds.

Here, take 'em away.

Our next offer...

is this fine specimen
of womanhood.

Sound of wind and limb.

Look yonder, sire.

That's Tex.

Move along.

That youth,
doth he not seem familiar?

That's no youth,
Saggy.

Who'll make it three pounds?

Who'll make it three pounds?
Do I hear three pounds?

'Tis I, sire. Go back, Sandy.
You'll only get in trouble here.

I'll not go back. I came to help
thee. Honey, this is no place for you.

- But, Hank... - I would add the
Lady Alisande to our collection.

I'm not without friends. I'll return
soon. Wait a minute. She... He...

Forward, slaves!
Move on!

Greetings, O Noble King.

Oh, do not rise, sire.
Nor any of thee.

Perceive
this monumental joke.

My king would see his people
as they really are.

So what am I,
his devoted servant, to do?

Why, help him of course.

Help him to see the
miserable heart of his domain,

not as a freeman,
not as a serf,

but as a slave.

Yes, my king
shall be a slave...

and all his friends too.

They shall journey
to the mines of Devon,

there to work and rot...

and eventually to die.

Sleep well, all of you.

You leave on the morrow.

Nice guy.

Are you asleep, honey?

Mm-mmm. I cannot sleep...

knowing that tonight
is the end of everything.

Oh, no. Don't you remember
the book and what it says?

"Love once, but love
always and forever."

You shouldn't have come here,
honey. You'd be safe in Camelot.

But in Camelot
I'd not be content.

You mean
you're content here?

Whatever happens,
we're together.

You really mean that,
don't you, honey? Yes, Hank.

Now and for always.

Don't you know

Always isn't
too much time

Oh, that's so true. Don't
you ever forget it either.

I won't, Hank.

Are you comfortable?
Mm-hmm.

Once and for always

Let's say
that it's agreed

Wishing days are over

This is all we need

And tonight

We'll notify the stars

Above

That once

And for always

And no less

Than always

You and I will be

In love

If we get separated, get the
pistol in the blacksmith shop.

Aye, sire.
Come on, honey.

Hank. Wait, please.
What's that?

I've a strange foreboding.

After this night
I'll not see thee again.

Oh, don't talk like that.

You take this, Hank. And
whenever you look upon it,

remember thy love
in Camelot.

His Majesty.
Let's get out of this.

Who goes yonder?
Who goes?

Guard.! Guard.!

We best run,
Your Majesty.

Evil tidings, milord.

Sagramore has escaped,
killing a guard in the process.

Hmm. He'll make for Camelot.

Send men to overtake him.
Aye, sire.

And remove the girl
to my tower.

And the other two
prisoners? The other two?

Ah, yes. Logris, I would have
thee remind the king...

of a law which he himself did
place upon the statute books.

What law, sire? If one slave of
a household be guilty of murder,

then all male slaves
of the same household...

Shall die with him.

Bring on the first prisoner.

I have but one wish.
Yeah?

To catch this blasted flea
before I die.

How much longer
wouldst thou say?

The man said noon.
It's about noon now.

Move.

Do you suppose I shall
have to remove my comforter?

Oh, no, you'll catch
cold again.

Supposeth thou could extract another
miracle from thy book of wonders?

It'd take an awful big stunt
to get us out of this.

It'd take just about
the biggest...

Wait a minute.
If I remember right...

What day is this? The 21 st
day ofJune in the year 528.

I think then, sire,
I have your miracle.

Is it a big one?
Oh, it's a whopper.

Here's where
I make a comeback

After you, my friend. Please
don't stand on ceremony.

Step aside, please.
I have a few words to say.

My dear friends... What
manner of nonsense is this?

Die in humility
as becomes a slave.

That's the old routine. The
trouble is we're not slaves.

Then who art thou?
Sir Boss,

magician to
King Arthur here.

Maker of miracles, the
mightiest wizard of them all.

Now listen, all of you.
Unless the king and I...

and the rest of these
prisoners are freed immediately,

I shall blot out the sun
and it will never shine again.

All right. Very well.
You asked for it then.

Now with a few
well-chosen words,

I shall blot out
the sun forever.

Walla Walla, Washington.

Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania.

Saskatoon, Saskatchewan.

New York, New Haven and
Hartford leaving on track...

Perth Amboy.

Save us, O Mighty Sorcerer!
Save us!

Bring back the sun!

I beseech thee.!

- Release the sorcerer in heaven's name.!
- Release him! Release him!

Stay this calamity.
I would rather die by the ax.

I'm sorry.
Even I can't stop this show.

Free him.!
Release him.!

Free him!

Set the prisoners free!
The lord mayor speaketh.

Set the prisoners free!

Very well. Hold it.

This is Sir Boss again.
You can come out now.

Olley, olley oxen free.

All right, release us.
Release His Majesty here.

Release all these prisoners.
How can I thank thee?

Show me how to get
to Merlin's tower.

'Tis on the Inland Lake 'twixt in Camelot.
Thou wouldst go there alone, unarmed?

Sandy's alone and unarmed,
isn't she? Wish me luck, sire.

Come on. Release the king.
See you later.

Sir Boss.

The king, is he... Safe and sound
in London. Did you bring the pistol?

Aye, sir. Where goest thou?
Sandy's in Merlin's tower.

Be not rash.
Let me come with thee.

Thanks, but you'd never be
able to keep up on that nag.

Clarence, if anything happens,
it's been nice knowing you.

'Tis our friend
come to pay us a call.

Something's gone wrong.

Whatever's gone wrong
will soon be right again.

Lower the drawbridge. See that the
girl is placed in the courtyard.

In plain view.
Understand?

Aye, sire.

Hank, go back!
Flee for your life!

Hank!

Hank, thou must
not leave me!

Thou must not leave me.!
Sandy.

Well, that's it.

When I came to,
I was back in Connecticut.

And Old Man Miller, he come looking
for Tex, was kneeling over me.

And Sandy?
Sandy?

Never saw her again.

Well...

Young man, the view
from the east parapet...

is particularly lovely
at this time of the afternoon.

Yes, sir.
The east parapet, mind you.

My niece is usually there
about this time.

Thank you, sir,
and good-bye.

I beg your pardon, uh...

Sandy!

How did you know my name?

I'm glad you asked me.

Won't you sit down?

This may take a little time.

Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho