All language subtitles for Tot samyy Myunkhgauzen, That Munchhausen (1979) 2of2

No one in the world will ever
be able to fill the gaping abyss

left by the departure of such a man.

But it is our duty to try
to make up for our loss.

Every one shall try to do so
to the best of his ability.

So, gentlemen, that is almost all.
Three years have passed since the day

The heart of baron Munchhausen
Stopped beating.

Throughout the three years
the famous hero

has been living in the hearts
of his noble countrymen.

And let this monument that
we are unveiling in his honour

become the symbol...
- The symbol is too inexpressive a word.

- OK, let it become not merely a symbol.
- That's better.

Let it become not merely a symbol
of selfless love of this town

for one of its townsfolk

It will be better to say
"for its great son".

That is better.

Let it become a source
of courage, bravery,

a spring if optimism

which will never cease to well out...
- Rather to spurt.

But a spring usually wells out.

Sometimes it does, but sometimes it spurts.
In this case it is better to say "spurt".

Good.

It is not merely good. It is noble.

Is it? lf I were dead he wouldn't
say the same about me.

I wonder what will people be saying
about me at my funeral?

Let's wait and see.

Well, today is better.

What time is it, Thomas?

The clock struck 3, the baron fell - 2.
That makes one.

What nonsense! You must add.
3 plus 2.

We were to add then, but now
it is better to subtract.

- Your highness, you are sure
to remember this story. - I do.

In the heat of the battle the baron did not
notice that his horse had been cut in two.

The one with the cherry tree
on its forehead?

Yes, only it was a deer
and a different story.

Hold on. And in this story the baron rode
ahead on the front half of the horse

and he discovered it only
at the watering-place.

The horse could not drink enough.
It drank but the water spilled out.

It drank and the water spilled out.
Freely.

- And the back half?
- What about the back half?

- What was the back half doing?
- Grazing nearby.

To what half shall we make a monument?

We had the first half in mind.

- It will be a funny monument, your
highness. - A symbol, in a way.

- I would put it differently: a joke.
- A metaphor.

With the words "Let it flow
in the soul of every German"

water shall start flowing
from the horse.

This way, gentlemen! Please.

Please have a look at the model.

Although water flows here
at the scale 1 to 10.

- Funny.
- Yes, yes.

- On the whole, gentlemen, I like it.
- Very good, very.

- An expressive design.
- Yes, yes.

It's a pity that it is only one half.

And what if we take the liberty

Of eliminating

- Or bringing closer?
- Putting together.

So... It looks even funnier.

A lot. And the water will
start flowing at once.

Where shall the water flow?
From what place?

Water will not flow from
Munchhausen, gentlemen. No need.

He is dear to us simply as Munchhausen,
as Karl Friedrich Hieronymus

And whether his horse drinks water or doesn't
drink water that is none of our business.

It is not a desert.

Gentlemen, as you know our
beloved baron Munchhausen

left his mark in the heart
of every citizen of Hanover!

He did not forget about
our cowgirls either.

Our dear little Bertha will share

her memories of the deceased with us!

Let us wish her success!

I was a simple cowgirl,
I shepherded rams and sheep.

The baron went by in the forest
And called me his friend.

I dreamt of marrying him.

I was the beautiful Nefertiti

And I imprisoned the baron,

And he whispered: "Would you like

To go to the Moon with me?"

You will hardly believe me

It was like a dream!

The baron and I
The baron and I

Danced on the Moon!

The passage of time has stopped since

I am again shepherding rams.

People keep saying I am insane,
That it was all a dream

All that adventure in the forest!

You'll hardly believe

It was like in a dream!

The baron and I
The baron and I

Danced on the Moon!

Stop it, Theo, stop.
Be a man!

Yes, yes, of course!
It is just nerves.

Follow me, gentlemen. Follow me.
This way.

Here, gentlemen, you see close
friends of our dear baron.

Archimedes, Newton, Shakespeare
and other geniuses.

This way, please! The baron's widow,
his son, pastor.

Now please proceed into the bedroom.

When I hear all this and remember...

Dear God, dear God, how unfair
we were to him, how cruel!

My dear, who could foresee
such developments?

We were sincere in our delusions,
time has shown us the truth.

Such is the destiny of all great men,
contemporaries never understand them.

Contemporaries you said? Perhaps!
But we are relatives.

It makes me shudder to remember that I
dreamt of a duel with my father!

I wanted to kill him!

We all killed him.

Murderers!

Stop it, Theo! I am sick
and tired of your hysterics.

You can't blame yourself all the time.

After all, now, three years
after his death

all Germany reverently repeats
the name of baron Munchhausen

and first of all it is
the merit of his relatives.

We published the collected works
of the baron.

Tomorrow his monument
will be unveiled!

Well? What else?

If only he were alive.

If one could turn back
the time... Ah?

What for, my dear? That is
one thing we shall not do.

- Let time pass its usual way.
- No!

- Stop it! Control yourself!
- But mommy...

- Theo!
- But mommy...

- Control yourself, my boy.
- All right!

My darling, my beloved, my dear.

- What have we got here?
- I don't know.

You've been pulling
at your hair again.

- But that is silly.
- And very painful.

- Did you try? Ever?
- God forbid, baroness. How could I?

- Oh.
- Sorry.

- What... what...
- Quiet!

The baron asked to forewarn.

- Are they flying?
- They are, baron, they are.

- Mother, the are flying!
- Control yourself, son!

- They are flying, mother!
- Theophil, aren't you tried of it yet?

No, no, let him try once more.

- Theo.
- No, mother. Throw it!

- Hop!
- Hop!

What a way to throw, mother.

Try again.

Today I feel inspired, pastor.

Let's shoot through the chimney.

Take command, Thomas!

Ready... Fire!

You ought to have placed a duck there
beforehand and the just pulled at the string.

I am sure your father did exactly that.

Don't blaspheme!

- Tulips a taller one!
- How much are carnations?

- 2 talers. - How do you mean
2 talers? They are withered.

Withered? While the baron was alive
nobody cared much for him either.

- But once he withered, he became
dear. Withered. - Take here
and stick them up your ass!

Go. Go.

2 talers!

What can I do for you?
Asters, cyclamens, carnations!

- I'd rather have violets.
- Violets? Violets!

A forest flower! I have got only
greenhouse plants. Greenhouse.

Take nasturtiums. 3 talers each.

No. My late master liked violets.

- Coarse taste.
- What did you say?

Your master had no taste
for the real beauty.

Who are you to judge my master?

Baron?!

Don't call me that. I am Muller.

Gardener Muller.

Got it?

Got it, Mr. Muller, baron.

I have always known.

I never believed you were dead.

Even when they said so in
the papers I didn't believe it.

I didn't believe it at
the funereal service.

And even when they buried you
I had my doubts.

I am so happy, baron!

Well... Don't call me that.
I told you I am Muller.

To me you are always baron.

Then add "the late" or "the deceased".

And then I fired in the air,

... said good-bye to my
former crazy life

and became a common gardener
by the name of Muller.

A queer name.

A common one.

Having the name Muller in Germany
is like having no name at all.

- Still joking?
- I gave it up long ago. Doctors forbade.

Since when did you take
to visiting doctors?

Right after my death.

They say humour is useful.
A joke prolongs one's life.

Not everyone's.

It prolongs the lives
of those who laugh.

But it shortens the days of the one who
tells the joke. That's how things are.

- How is frau Martha?
- She is all right.

She has a boy.

- Does she?
- Yes.

Is he a good boy?

12 kilos.

Does he run?

Why? He walks.

- Does he chatter?
- He keeps silent.

A clever boy. He will go far.

What do you do?

Nothing. I just live.

- I grow flowers.
- Are they nice flowers?

Profitable.

A taller a flower.

Just think of the number of weddings,
jubilees, premiers!

My funeral alone brought me more money
then all my previous life.

- Baron, are you here for the night?
- Yes.

- And what will frau Martha say?
- She has already said.

Here: "Forgive me, darling, but

I am sik of it all"

"Sick"

it is spelled with "ck".

Has she left such wealth?

She has a house, four carriages.
She left this life and walked away.

- And you?
- I am not mad yet.

I am sorry to have troubled you...

...Mr. Muller.

- What did you call me?
- Mr.Muller.

Forgive me, baron!

Away with it all!

Hop!

Go on! Here!

Willie, dear, how did you get here?

Through the door naturally!

My God, how common. It seems
I have already told you that

there are certain customs
in this house.

Just a moment! Through the window.

Well?

Well, well, well.
Are you in a hurry to see me?

Don't worry, it's me.

It's madness! Some one could see you!
The servants...

That's all right. They'll take me
for the usual ghost.

- What do you want?
- To talk to you.

I can't. You are crazy. I am busy!

Tomorrow is the anniversary of your death.
Do you mean to spoil the holiday?

It is unfair! You promised...
Oh! Some one is coming.

I beg you, Karl, please,

Let us talk
let's talk some other time.

All right. Today at midnight
near the monument.

- The monument to whom?
- To me.

- I am here!
- Very pleased. Come in.

Aren't you dead?

I am.

Yes, yes, a ghost, an apparition.
What can be done? Things happen.

Yes, yes, yes! Yes, gentlemen, yes!
My scientific treatise

Destroyed the last objections
of my opponents!

It is the evidence of what twisted road
can truth sometimes choose

in the 2nd half of the 18th century.
In other words in our time, gentlemen!

Here you can see the already
classical scheme

of pulling oneself by
the hair from the mire!

The unforgettable baron
did it brilliantly.

Even now some Scholastics and
demagogues argue that it is impossible.

Cowards and retrogrades!

As a person, who closely knew
the deceased, as his contemporary

I watched this flight with
my own eyes more than once!

As a theoretical scientist
I maintain that the key

is to find the right point
to apply the lever!

Here is the head, here is the arm
Apply slight force...

At midnight near my monument.

An important conversation. A must.

That is all. Any questions?

Mr. Burgomaster! His highness
the Duke missed again!

It is the fourth time that we make
this boar run past his highness

And his highness
keeps missing.

Shall we make it run a fifth time?

No. That will be impolite.
He already remembers its face.

- Who remembers whom?
- The Duke remembers the boar.

What a disgrace! Royal hunting!
What have we come to?!

We can't cope with
a single wild boar!

Sorry, Mr. Burgomaster, his highness
is not happy with the forest.

Dark, damp and so on.

He wishes he could shoot a bear.

- Where on earth shall I get a bear for him?
- Perhaps we could borrow one from the Gypsies?

Do whatever you like

But in half an hour the forest must
be dry, bright and have a bear!

Damp, dark, bears...

It drives me mad!

As though he doesn't know that
we do not have bears any more.

By the way, baron, I've long meant
to ask you where did you

...get bears? - I don't quite remember.
In the forest, I believe.

No, that is not possible. Bears are
not found in our forests any more.

We have to talk.

Just imagine! What have we come to?
Stealing bears from the Gypsies!

And once we were almost
the homeland of bears.

But now this is a problem too.

- You don't have time for me now. At
midnight near the monument. - Right.

Karl, Karl, I feel so
lonely without you.

There is no one I can talk
to or ask advice from!

- I believe it is a bear.
- Let it be.

We cannot value friends while they are
alive. We realize their significance only

when they leave us.
- Then I shall leave.

We hurry, fuss around.

What is the use? What for?

You are all I wanted.

Get lost!

So many of them!

Now, gentlemen,

I've invited you to tell you
most unwelcome news.

Damn, a very nice sentence
to begin a play with.

I must suggest it
to somebody some day.

Karl, please, don't digress.

So, my dear friends!

Three years ago by mutual agreement
I departed this life.

We made a gentlemen's
agreement that neither

you nor I should
bother each other.

I abided by this condition
but you did not.

- But dear baron!
- The excuses will come later.

While you were burying my body
I tried not to pay any attention

But when you started the service
for my soul...

Wait, wait, I don't understand
anything. What is it all about?

This. "Collected adventures
of Baron Munchhauzen".

- So what? What?
- I don't get it. What don't you like?

- By the way, it's a fine edition! - Those
are not my adventures, that is not my life.

It has been smoothed, combed,
powdered and castrated.

The usual editorial work.

- Dear Jakobina, you know me, don't you.
- Yes.

- When they try to cut me up,
I can stand that. - I know.

But when something is added,
it becomes unbearable.

Please, understand, my dear,
you are no longer your own master.

- You are a myth!
- A what?

- A myth. - A legend! Tales are
told about your new adventures.

- No tale can invent such idiotic things.
- Well, that's too much!

Yes, Mr. Ramkopf. I demand that this
disruptive book be withdrawn from circulation.

And now concerning the monument.
I don't like it.

Take for example the picture in which
I pierce a dozen Englishmen with a spear!

My dear, but you did fight
with England.

You know perfectly well that not a drop
of blood was shed in that war.

And I maintain that blood was shed!
I have witnesses, people who saw it.

I never attacked with such a savage face
as is shown in the picture.

You never looked at yourself
from other people's point of view.

I never shouted: "Englishmen are pigs!"
That is nasty. I love the English.

- As you know I was Shakespeare's friend.
- Yes, I know.

In short I object to this monument.

- Karl, dear.
- What do you mean you object?

Probably we have all wronged you.

Probably there are a number
of inaccuracies.

But I am your old friend and believe me
the only reason was our immense love.

- We won't have time to do anything now!
- Our immense love an respect.

- The baroness is right.
- Tomorrow, tomorrow is the 32nd of May!

- Yes!
- The baroness is right.

You are no longer your own master.
You are our pride. And so

- The guests have gathered!
- Yes!

That's why we are making
this monument.

Do you mean to spoil
our holiday? Do you?

Let the inaccuracies alone. In two
years we'll make another monument

A more truthful one.
- No, no, no.

I ask you! Do you mean to spoil
the holiday?

What is wrong, ah? You are like mad.
I can see it in your face

that something is wrong. Tell me,
tell your old friend! What is it?

Martha has left me.

She is crazy. Ungrateful filth!
A scullery-maid!

She thinks it is easy to be
a lover of such a man.

Mean woman. We'll bring her back.

Nothing serious. We'll talk her
into coming back.

No, you don't know her. I will have
to bring myself back first.

- What do you mean?
- I decided to resurrect.

- No.
- Karl, Karl...

- You will do nothing of the sort.
- You understand yourself...

- You can't.
- What for?

- A holiday...
- We are all grown-up people

- No, no, you will do nothing like that!
- I will.

But you are dead, baron Munchhuasen.
You are buried.

- You have a grave.
- You'll have to pull it down.

No, no and no! We are no going
to pull down the grave.

Please understand, my dear.
Under the circumstances I will be
forced to take extreme measures.

It won't stop me.

Farewell, gentlemen.
I am very sorry, but...

I am sorry too, but the burgomaster
cannot allow some impostor

to infringe upon holy names.

How very interesting.

You have changed a lot since
I last saw you, Mr.Burgomaster.

And you were wrong not to.

Here are the facts: the excerpt
from the church records

... certificate for the baron's death,
certificate for the coffin.

There are more then enough proofs
it seems.

But the accused still persists
in his statement!

Making use of his facial similarity
with the baron

appropriating his manner of walking,
his voice even his fingerprints

the accused is naive enough
to believe he can fool us

and make us recognize in
him our dear baron

to whom we said farewell
3 years ago!

I vividly remember that service.
I read the burial service myself.

We are waiting, accused. Do you
refuse to answer question of the jury?

Fine! Let's listen to his relatives
and close friends.

Baroness Jakobina von Munchhausen
is called out as a witness.

Witness, take a good look
at the the accused.

Do you know this man?

- Yes.
- Who is he?

This is the gardener Muller.
Good morning, gardener.

How did you come to meet him?

He provides flowers for the grave
of my late husband.

Witness, forgive my absurd question
but does the accused look

Iike the late baron at all?
Take a good look.

There probably is some resemblance
but only the slightest.

Thank you, baroness.

Frau Martha, frau Martha!

Frau Martha, there is serious trouble
the baron has risen from the dead.

There will be trouble, frau Martha!

Witness, can you at least remotely

recognize the accused
as your dead father?

- Never!
- That is enough.

Please spare the tender soul of
this youth any further questions.

I have a question to my son.

I object! This is not your son,
he is the son of Baron Munchhausen!

Yes, yes, of course. Forgive me.
Although it sounds funny

it probably is the result of some
incomprehensible natural phenomenon.

Wine turns to vinegar,
Munchhausen becomes Theofilus.

I hate you! Enough. The duel.
Here and now.

- Through the handkerchief.
- I object!

Stop it, witness! You can't fight
a duel with the accused.

You are a baron, he is a gardener.
Take your seat!

Mr.Burgomaster, please!

Sorry. I would like to avoid
this unpleasant duty.

No, that is impossible.

You were a friend of the late baron.
You evidence is essential.

Judge...

I am not a young man any more!

My eyesight is weak, my memory
is unreliable. I may be mistaken.

- Do you recognize the baron
in the accused? - I don't know.

Take your time.

Well, well. Come closer,
take a better look.

My eyesight is poor.
The most important thing is...

Try to feel.

Feel.

Upon my word, some times it seems like

that is him and then that it is not.
No, no! What if...

It seems likely that... How can
I rely upon my own judgment when

I have complete confidence in the court.
It will be as you say.

What a disgrace!

What a disgrace. And this is
our burgomaster!

Come on, burgomaster, come on.

Sorry, judge. Sorry, Baroness.

Sorry, accused.

I am at work.

If they decide you are Munchhausen
I'll embrace you.

If they decide you are Muller

I will imprison you. That's all
I can do for you.

- Prosecutor, are you finished?
- I am. I believe that is enough.

Accused, do you have any
witnesses for the defense?

Unfortunately not.

Yes, there are!

Martha!

Martha!

Well. I request a break in the proceedings.
I don't feel well. Here is the certificate.

The proceedings are adjourned till
tomorrow. Break, break, break!

Here.

You want to participate
in the hearings?

I want to tell the truth!

Remember, frau Martha, if he repents
we are sure to obtain mercy.

Otherwise he will be sentenced to
at least 10 years of imprisonment.

- 10 years, frau Martha!
- Calm down, Henrikh.

If some one wants to tell the truth
he has the right to do so.

I only wish I knew what sort
of truth you intend to tell.

- Truth is unique!
- There is no such thing as truth.

Yes. The truth is what is considered
true at the moment.

Can this well-fed merchant, this quiet
family man be Munchhausen?

God forbid! I admire you!

In three years you managed to
do with my husband something

I could not accomplish
in 20 years. Bravo.

Bravo.

So now when our joint efforts have
yielded successful results

why start everything all over again?
- I love him.

What has you love given him?
A dull, uninteresting life!

And now the dock! Tomorrow
it will be prison or death!

Bear in mind, frau Martha, that in case
the investigation comes to a standstill

we shall have to make an expertise.

- What does it mean?
- It means

That he will be thrown into the mire
or made to ride a cannon-ball.

- The real cannon-ball, frau Martha!
- Yes, yes the real cannon-ball.

My God! Do you absolutely
have to kill a man

before you can realize
that he is alive?

Well said. Very!
But we have no other way out.

So now when you know everything
it is for you to decide.

My advice is: don't hurry to
become a widow of Munchhausen.

This position is occupied.

Accused Muller, you have a visitor.

I am ready to return to you.

I shall stand everything.

Me? Never.

You face imprisonment.

A nice place.

Here next to me are Ovid, Cervantes.

We shall be knocking at the walls.

You must be talking
to your visitor. Talk.

Karl, you don't know
the most important thing.

They've invented some
terrible expertise!

At last we'll be doing real business!

No, Karl, they want to kill you!
Do you understand?

Well...

Let's be honest to the very end.

No my darling.

That must be my fate, to give up
at the most difficult moment.

I will give evidence that
you are Muller.

I will betray you.

I will tell them that you are
a gardener and I am your wife.

We were wed at a parish church.
We have a boy.

Don't do that, Martha.

Close the gates!

Gentlemen, gentlemen! I repeat
it is a closed court experiment!

- Entrance only with special permission!
- Mr.Ramkopf!

No, no, no! I can't do anything today.
Nothing! Next time!

I can't do anything today!
Next time, please!

- Pastor, pastor!
- Well?

Ask them to let me in!

I've got here some things he might need
on his way. After all it's a long way.

- Do you really think he will complete
the flight? - To the Moon? Of course.

You can't even see it.

When you can see, every fool can fly
to it! The baron likes difficulties.

- Amazing.
- What is amazing your highness?

I mean it is amazing the way our people
is in harmony with nature.

- Oh! I shall remember that.
- You'd better put it down.

- Jakobina...
- Stop! No hysterics, I beg you!

- Jakobina, everything is ready.
- Leave me alone. Mother!

- You can't go there, baron.
- I have the right...

- He's with me!
- Keep quiet, people are watching.

Enough! All my life I've been keeping
quiet. I am sick and tired of it!

- And what if this gardener reaches
the Moon and we lose again? - Quiet.

- No, we can't miss this opportunity!
I'll fly with him! - Stop?

- He is with me! Leave him alone!
- My boy, come here, come to me!

- First of all, there isn't enough
room for you two in here.
- That's out of the question.

Secondly there will be
no flight at all!

Jakobina, I did ask you!
A court secret!

All right, just between us.
Everything has been rehearsed in advance.

We placed damp powder into the cannon.

- Why damp?
- We are not murderers.

He will fly no more than 4 meters
and fall to the ground.

Everything will be proved and
he will go back to his flowers.

Won't there be anything unwanted?

God forbid, your highness!

Everything will be played out
to the letter. The overture will be
followed by the questioning.

Then the convict's last words,
cannon fire, general merriment, dancing.

On the whole your idea is interesting.

Yes, yes, the idea is interesting.

Shall we begin, frau Martha?
Please, deliver your lines.

Well.

God, forgive us all,
bless us and try

to ensure that first of all everything
goes smoothly and secondly

No more time. Pastor, no more time.
Time to begin.

Let frau Martha begin!

Good. A pink dress against
the gray background looks good.

The waistline is a little too high
but on the whole it is not bad.

Good morning, frau Martha.

Have you brought the request
for mercy?

I have.

Read it.

I, Martha, the wife of gardener Muller

Ask you to have mercy
on my insane husband.

Let me at least put a different date.

On no account. You must read
your lines accurately.

Your highness!
I entreat you

On this day, the 32nd of May

1773

- Excellent, frau Martha! - Do you
promise that nothing will happen to him?

I have already explained to you, the powder
is damp. He will fall from the muzzle

to the ground to general amusement!
At the most he might get slight bruises.

In order to identify you, accused,

and to prevent any mistake we suggest
that you in front of the witnesses

repeat baron Munchhausen's famous
feat, that of flying to the Moon!

I warn you, you have
the right to refuse.

No! I agree.

Then, let's start the confession.

I've been doing it all my life.
But no one believed me.

- Please, unburden your soul.
- It happened of its own accord, pastor.

I had a friend.

He betrayed me.

I had a loved one.

She denounced me. I fly away
with a light heart.

Rude! We like so much...

Always...

...That is not the main thing
- Yes.

Why did you agree to participate
in this farce?

I did it for the sake of our love.

I no longer believe in it.

Why can't I hear? I don't understand
what they are talking about.

Your highness, the accused
thanks the town authorities

and at the same time as it were
jokes with his beloved.

Good. The lace collar and the tuck
at the front are especially becoming.

And he does look like the late baron.

Do you remember, when we visited
Archimedes he said

"Love is a theorem that we must
prove every day"

- Say something to me as a farewell.
- What?

What?

- Say something to me as a farewell.
- What?

Think!

There is always something important
to say at such a moment!

I... I...

I will be waiting for you!

Not that!

I...

I love you very much!

Not that!

- I will be faithful to you!
- No need.

They put the damp powder, Karl! They want
to interfere with your flight, Karl!

That's it!

Thank you.

Thank you, Martha.

Let everyone envy! No one
else has such a woman.

My God. A druggist's daughter
is a druggist's daughter.

Thomas, have you brought
what I asked you to?

Yes, baron! Here it is!

Is this dry? Sure?

Yes! It will blow up all right!

Farewell, gentlemen!

I will fly away now and we are most
likely never to see each other again!

When I come back next time

You will be no more.

The thing is that time

flies differently on Earth
and in the sky.

A second there is equal to an age here!
Everything is relative.

But it'll take a lot
of time to explain.

My God, I am so tired of dying.

Ignite the fuse!

Your highness, the situation
is extreme!

Your highness, I know him.
He will not stop.

Everything is going to blow up
your highness!

- And me too?
- I tell you, everything!

- Where is the commander in chief?
- He is in command.

Your highness! Please,

Please acknowledge that he is
the baron!

That is not dangerous, your highness. It
can be looked upon as a humanitarian act.

Even more so since you yourself said
He resembles the late baron!

- He does!
- Look at his eyes, at his face!

- Everything! The looks of the baron!
- The Baron as large as life!

- Does he resemble the baron?
- He does!

- He does! Your highness!
- He does!

Where is the commander in chief?

I don't understand anything any more.
Is that him or not?

You can't wait 2 minutes?

- You must speak. - Your highness,
I'll do everything in my power.

Stop, accused! Your highness, please.

Well now. We all must have
been wrong to some degree.

Gentlemen! Following the
successful experiment

the Court of Hanover
rules that...

Since everything happened this way
let it be this way.

... is ruled! His honour rules
that the accused

should be considered
baron Munchhausen! - Right.

Some people here are now taking
the liberty of making false pockets

and tight sleeves. That is
something we won't allow.

Long live, gentlemen! Long live!
This is baron Munchhausen!

That is him!

Karl, I can recognize you now!

Theo, why are you standing still?
Look who has come!

Daddy!

Daddy!

Daddy!

Wait, wait!

Karl, I've always known! I have!
But it is all so unexpected!

- Congratulations!
- On what?!

On your successful
return from the Moon!

That is not true! I haven't been
to the Moon this time!

What do you mean you haven't?
The protocol says you have.

It's a lie!

Join in unobtrusively.

Join in.

Yes, of course.

When my husband was flying,
I was so nervous.

There is one thing I can tell you:
I believed he would come back.

Join us, baron, join us.

Join us.

Long live!

Join us, baron, join us.

Baron, join us. Join us, baron.

Where are you going?

Join us, baron.

Baron, join us.

Yes, gentlemen, yes.

It was my husband's third trip
to the Moon.

The first two trips we made together.

Then, I'll write about it some time.

Join us, baron.

Join us.

My God!

If you only knew how sick
and tired I am of you all.

Won't you understand

Baron Munchhasuen is famous
not for flying to the Moon,

but for not lying.

If I promised that I would
fly to the Moon again

I must do it.

Are you ready, Martha?

Thomas, go home, get the supper ready!

When I come back let it be 6 o'clock!

6 in the morning or
6 in the afternoon?

6 in the midday.

I know what your trouble is.
You are too serious.

A clever face is not as yet
an indication of cleverness.

All silly things on Earth

Are done with a clever
Look on one's face.

Smile, gentlemen!

Smile!

WRITTEN BY GRIGORIY GORIN

DIRECTED BY
MARK ZAHAROV

DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY
VLADIMIR NAHABTSEV

PRODUCTION DESIGNER
GEORGY KOLGANOV

COMPOSER ALEXEI RYBNIKOV

SOUND BY YURIY RABINOVICH
CONDUCTOR SERGEI SKRIPKA,

DIRECTOR LEONID CHERTOK
CAMERAMAN SERGEI ARMAND

COSTUME DESIGNER N.FIRSOVA, FILM EDITING
I.TSEKAVAYA, MAKE-UP N.MINAYEVA

SPECIAL PHOTOGRAPHY: DIRECTOR
V.YAKUBOVICH, DESIGNER I.IVANOVA

GENERAL EDITOR I.VINOGRADOV
MUSICAL EDITOR A.LAPISOV

PRODUCTION MANAGER LAZAR MILKIS

CAST

BARON MUNCHHAUSEN - OLEG YANKOVSKY

JAKOBINA MUNCHHAUSEN - INNA CHURIKOVA
MARTA - YELENA KORENEVA

BURGOMASTER - IGOR KVASHA,
RAMKOPF - ALEKSANDR ABDULOV,
THEOPHIL - LEONID YARMOLNIK,
THOMAS - YURI KATIN-YARTSEV

PASTOR - VLADIMIR DOLINSKY,
DUKE - LEONID BRONEVOY,
COMMANDER-IN-CHIEF - SEMYON FARADA,
JUDGE - VSEVOLOD LARIONOV

EXTRAS: V.ALEXANDROV,
A.AMASPYURYANTS, V.VINTSEN, G.MALIKOV,
YU.MARTYNOV, K.NITS, G.OSHKOLUP,
N.PALLADINA, O.SOKOLOV, L.POLISCHUK

A.SKORYAKIN, O.SOKOLOV, M.HOHARINA,
S.TORKACHEVSKY, V.FIRSOV,
V.IANOVSKIS, I.YASULOVICH

THE END
"MOSFILM STUDIOS", 1979