All language subtitles for Sinbad and the Caliph of Baghdad (1973) Robert Malcolm

-Hassem.
-My Vizier.

How many of those girls
has he murdered so far?

-Sixty-two.
-Sixty-two!

Someone has to stop him.

Can't you do something about it?

I don't know what you're so worried about,
you have no daughters, Zenebi.

Don't be cynical, I know you,
and you'd never go over to the other side,

so what are you trying to say?

The worst is yet to come.

I agree that our caliph is a maniac
and a menace to the girls of Baghdad,

but what would happen to our country
if the Vizier were...

The Vizier could have seized the throne
a long time ago if that were his plan.

No, the man's not strong enough yet.

To get there, he'll help the Caliph
with his insane acts.

The Caliph rewarded him
for his idea with the Sultanate of Basra,

another one of his clever ideas.

Also, farewell to you, Emir Zenebi,
to the five sons and the palace.

But what do you mean?

What new idea?

A law reforming
the execution of criminals.

No more gallows, but the pole.

The pole?

Yes, a long, rounded, sharpened stick
that is forced into the victim's...

Well, look.

May Allah curse the Caliph.

May he also curse the Vizier.

May he...

-Do you suppose he heard?
-Don't worry, he won't talk.

How can you be so sure?

I know that the Vizier
has had his tongue cut off.

What can we do, Hassem?

Only Allah can guide us.

[Arabic spoken audio]

Oh, great prophet, give us inspiration.

Sixteen, 17, 18, 19, and 20.

Hassan?

How many days to go yet?

You can stop counting now, Simbad.

Look carefully over there!

I don't see anything.

Look, over there: a starboard.

There, there, there!

Ahoy!

We have arrived!

Land, ahoy!

All right, team, come on,

All of you go back to your work.

This is my last trip!

You're quite right, you're free now.

You can go back to Baghdad
and take possession of your properties,

but I don't understand
why you hate the sea so much.

-How can I?
-Now, what will you do?

You won't believe this,
but I'll go on traveling around the world,

but only on a camelback.

I'll buy a palace with beautiful gardens.

I'll want slaves,

many slaves as beautiful as Uras.

I'll want the harem,

wonderful as the garden
of the great prophet Allah.

Very clever,
and when you spend all your money,

you'll come back and be a sailor again.

Yes, but meanwhile, I'll enjoy myself...

In Baghdad!

Look.

That's Simbad.

Hello, gentleman, come and look.

Come.

One small cedar wood table, cedar,

or so it seams

with ivory inlaid.

-Who knows if it's really ivory?
-Oh, I would say so.

I wasn't talking to you.

-Write this down.
-I write.

-Write!
-Write.

-With presumed...
-With presumed...

-Inlaid!
-Inlaid...

Ivory.

A Turkish pipe of worthless metal.

But it's gold.

We have to carry out orders.

Write it down, "Of worthless metal."

By whose orders and why?
What are you doing in my house?

Simbad, you have just come back
at the right time.

Like this, I can give you
what is due to you.

Unfortunately, I have to inform you
that your foster mother is dead.

What? Zahira?

Yes, and here...

Take this.

-That's all there is left for you.
-But...

Leave us now, go!

-Have you written it?
-No, what?

Where was I?

Oh, yes, "Of worthless metal."

"You will find the other half
of this message in the large safe."

-Tell me, where is the large safe?
-Persia is full of safes, large and small.

-What is this?
-How should I know?

-I didn't write it.
-There is nothing else in here.

I gave it to you
just as I found it, sailor.

-Oh, yes?
-What are you insinuating?

I am the qadi, a magistrate of the Caliph.

What about the rest?

The house, the furniture,
the horses, the money...

Zahira was heavily in debt
and behind with her taxes.

Thus, the Vizier ordered the confiscation
of this house and its contents.

Now, where do I sleep?

In jail,
if you don't get out of here immediately.

No, you can't frighten me,
I want the evidence.

Show me the documents.

No, what are you doing? Leave me alone!

-Go on.
-Let me go!

Leave me alone!

Get your hands off me!

That'll be enough!

-Shall we put him in jail?
-No, throw him out!

Come on.

Let me go, damn you!
The Vizier will hear about this.

He already knows.

-Then I'll go to the Caliph.
-Better still.

You're doing better, my boy.

I say, let me go!

Oh, I'll find someone here in Baghdad.

It's not going to end up like this.

You'll pay for it.

Stop being foolish and get wise,
or you'll be very sorry for yourself.

-Do you know what the pole is?
-The pole?

You better find out
before you come back and see us.

You better weigh anchor, sailor.

-Magri.
-Magri.

-Foreigner.
-Syrian.

Egyptian.

-I'm not a foreigner.
-Yes, but you have an accent.

-Isn't it...
-Mind your own accent and leave me alone.

You don't know your way around,
I can tell.

Terrible streets that take you
to God knows where.

-Pickpockets, hundreds of people...
-And assassins.

Murderers and pickpockets.

Nothing much is in here.

-You're hungry, I'll bet, huh?
-Hungry?

I bet you don't even know
the meaning of the word.

Oh, no.

Just to keep you company,

we'll take you to a place
where you could eat like a pasha.

-And sleep like a sultan.
-Is it far?

-No, it's not far.
-It's two steps from here.

-Just behind the building.
-Just behind the building.

Just a minute.

Who's that one?

He's the owner of the place.

Come on, let's go.

Oops.

-This is not an eating place.
-Wait and see.

-Well, then?
-Hey, wait a minute.

Dancing.

Come.

-Come in.
-Let's go.

I'm afraid my picture
won't usually be enough.

What is that?

The Christians have wine,
but we have something much better.

Extract of coconut and bananas.

-Try it.
-You should always try everything.

What do you think of it?

I think, among other things,
it makes you hungry.

-Hey, give me some of that, will you?
-No.

Hey, you, come over here.

Come.

Angel, sit down and have a drink with us.

Thank you, it's a pleasure.

Just as soon as I finish work, I will.

She's lovely.

She's like an angel from Paradise.

Thank you.

-Fourteen.
-Fourteen.

-Fourteen.
-Fifteen.

-Fifteen.
-Weeny.

Sixteen.

Even if he sleeps a few days,
my merchandise is reliable.

What will become of this?

I can't trust anyone anymore.

-What about this?
-Perfect.

Anything else we can do for you?

I told you what I need:

a cook and a scullery boy.

I don't think it'll be very easy
to find a good cook, but I will try.

-Goodbye.
-Good seeing you.

Here.

Okay, boys, now we've got everything.

Lookout, cook, and a scullery boy.

All the way.

Hey, you.

I'm talking to you.

I want to know how
and why I got onto this ship.

Do you hear me?

The last thing I remember was in Baghdad,
and now I find myself here.

How did it happen?

Come on, tell me.

Hey, listen.

I'm a sailor like you, so between sailors,
why don't you tell me what happened?

Come on, tell me.

No one talks, huh?

It looks like a crew of deaf idiots.

All right, I'll find another way.

Whoever doesn't speak up is a yellow dog.

Oh, so you're not deaf after all.

All against one.

Stand back, I will handle him alone.

Stop that!

Get back to work.

I said stop that!

On your feet.

It looks like I owe you my life.

Plus total blind obedience
like all men enrolled on this ship.

-Enrolled?
-It isn't your place to ask questions.

Answer, is it true you've got good eyes?

-I don't know how you know that.
-The man who recruited you said so.

Well, that's how I got here.

I was shanghaied.

Never mind how you got here,
just obey orders.

Get up in the crow's nest
and be on the lookout.

Hurry up, start moving.

Easy, wait a minute.

Just do as you're told,

or I'll have you chopped into pieces
and thrown to the fishes.

Ow!

Thank you, Allah,
for not having given wings to bulls.

The time for settling accounts
will come soon.

All my hopes are fading.

I lost my half of the parchment,

and I don't even know
where the big safe is.

Huh?

A small boat is on sight!

Come on.

Don't worry, I'll get even with you too.

Now, here comes the line.

Hey you, get to the other side
and swab that deck,

and don't lift your head,
not until all the unloading done.

The merchandise is here, Sadi,
may I have my five piastres?

I said three.

Oh, noble sir,
I can't do it for less than four.

-Just three.
-All right, thank you.

Now, pull very carefully.

That's it.

Easy.

-Aw.
-Get back.

Lower her down.

The carpet quickly.

Yes, fine, she'll do
with some pearls in her hair.

Never, this is much better
with your kind indulgence.

Magdo!

Don't you agree?

No, bring up another one.

Turn around, slowly.

Perfect.

I see violet and dark blue
and lots of corals right under there.

No, most hints
in a thin gold chain around her ankle.

You know what I think?
I'd be better appreciated elsewhere.

As I said, a thin gold chain on her ankle.

On this ship,
even women use seawater, see,

but not him, he has to use fresh water.

All I know is
if he takes the level of the tank,

we'll all be food for fish.

-Yes.
-How did he use it?

-For...
-Sure, chicken noodle soup.

Exactly.

-We don't care.
-We don't care.

-We dislike chicken noodle soup.
-We dislike chicken noodle soup.

We'll all be sunk
if you don't change ideas.

-I won't change ideas.
-Okay.

-You're worse than a mule.
-Yes, as bad as ass, stubborn.

Don't insist, understand?

I'll do as I have decided,

and I want to be perfumed.

-Perfumed?
-Perfumed?

Yes, covered, anointed,
and rubbed with perfume.

-Whoa.
-Yes, a lot of good it'll do us.

If they catch you at it, gee-whiz.

Perfume, perfume.

No, this won't do.

Not this, this?

Whoa, this one smells good.

-What is it?
-It's a chicken lily.

Yes, this will do.

Where are you, you louts?

-Zenebi, the eunuch.

-Hide, quickly.
-Raise it, hurry.

-Put your head down.
-Put your head down.

Hey, you gallows birds,

what's happened
to Princess Sherazade's dinner?

-Well, I...
-Well?

-Well, I...
-Is it ready?

Yes,
I was just going to start preparing...

-Ow!
-Stupid negligence!

Your negligence.

How can you justify yourself in my eyes?

Most potent, sir,
you told me you appreciated my cooking.

What should I cook
specially for you, mighty one?

What have you learned?

-Is it caviar or marinara sauce?
-No, spaghetti and meatballs.

Spaghetti and meatballs.

Oh, I want to taste it.

Eurgh, look at that.

Now I'm all dirty and smelly.

I'll need rivers of heliotrope.

Allah, why did you give me these trials?

I'll have you both whipped,
eight lashes each which will become 16

if the princess's dinner
is not ready for her in one minute.

Plus, my sleeping potion as well.

He's gone.

What potion did he mean?

Chamomile and linden.

Over there.

He suffers from insomnia.

Opium, hashish.

He doesn't sleep, huh?

I'll take care of that.

-Oh, no.
-No, you can't do that.

Over our dead bodies.

You two put me in this mess
in the first place,

and I've decided
to go to the bottom of things.

Don't try to stop me!

You know he looked at me
as though he was not a common slave.

You see, slaves are men too.

So dirty.

Try to think of him
after his bath and all dressed in silks.

Come in.

The princess's supper.

Ah, the lovely volunteer.

-Your potion is here too.
-Put it down.

Where?

Up here or there.

Better there than here.
That way, it'll cool before I take it.

It's rather awful.

It's good for you.

Here, drink it.

You're a big, bad boy.

You have such convincing ways.

Sit down.

No, you told me I'm convincing,
so you must obey me.

Here, drink it.

-Do you want some?
-You said it's awful.

That's right,
it'll be a test of your friendship.

I don't suffer from insomnia.

You don't get the point.

All right, but I will drink after you.

Did someone knock?

I don't think so.

Go on, drink.

-Who is it?
-The princess asks for you.

Tell her I'll be right there in a minute.

These females.

Zenebi, the princess is angry,
why are you so late?

She's tired and hungry.
She wants to eat and sleep.

You shouldn't keep her waiting,
she takes it out on us.

Now, get out of my way!

Has he gone out of his mind?

He is acting strange.

What happened?

Why are you so late, Zenebi?

Zenebi is ill,

and I have taken his place.

Huh?

Is something wrong, princess?

Well, no, I mean, I didn't know about you.

-I don't know you.
-Are you sure?

Yet...

I've never seen you before.

These tasks are usually entrusted
to women or men who...

Fear not.

I understand, you're like Zenebi.

No, but I can control the emotions
aroused by a splendid creature like you.

I won't need this anymore.

What do you mean?

Nothing.

It has served its purpose.

It got me near you.

-May I?
-Yes, but first, pass me that shawl.

-You're the one who was washing the deck.
-That's right.

Why didn't you tell me immediately?

I tried, but you said you didn't know me
and you've never seen me before.

If you happen to be the one
who is in command,

then listen carefully to the supplicant.

Be patient with him until he has finished
to put his plea to you.

"A well-conducted conversation
livens the heart."

Faratego.

Pharaoh of Egypt.

How do you know these things?

I was taught how to translate
the hieroglyphics:

the ideograms of Chinese
and the dialects of India.

Why and what for?

Could you tell me?

Aren't you afraid that I'll bore you?

This is the most interesting thing
that's happened to me on this dull trip.

-Do you mind?
-Oh, that's why I'm here.

What a coincidence!

Officially, I mean.

-Tell me, who are you?
-That's what I would like to know, too.

-How do you mean?
-Very simple.

I never knew my father,
nor I knew my mother.

Who brought you up?

A foster mother
who educated me to be a prince,

but I became a sailor.

There must have been a reason,
and a pretty good one.

Probably, there was a good reason.
So far, I haven't discovered it yet.

Why isn't he coming back?

If something had gone wrong,
we would have known by this time.

Yes, but Zenebi may wake up
at any moment now.

No, not a bit of it.

With that sleeping potion?

We should do something, let's go call him.

What if we meet Abu, Bhaki, or Bazaza?

So after they sold you,
then they were sold themselves?

-Shhh!
-I'm sorry, I just can't stop.

Try to understand my situation.

A slave onboard this ship.

We're all slaves, including Sherezade,
crown princess of Bahrain.

-You?
-Yes.

It's because my father, the Sultan,

chose to dispose
of my future before he died.

I'm going far away from my homeland
to marry a man that I don't know.

-When this trip is over...
-A more beautiful one can start.

-What do you mean?
-Exactly what you're thinking of.

-Run away?
-Yes, of course.

No more slavery, free.

No more worries about being married
to a man you never known, but only...

-Continue, but only?
-But only you...

You and I.

I don't know the man that I have to marry,
but I know who he is:

Shariar,

caliph of all Persia.

If we had no other reason to flee,
this would be enough.

-It's madness.
-Not if we plan things carefully.

Listen, Simbad.

You yourself told me
that by order of the Caliph...

I no longer possess anything.

Even if we were able to escape,

we'd be living forever
in the fear of being caught.

-Plus, the misery, the poverty...
-I'll find some work somewhere.

You only know how to be a sailor.

Our love will be enough
to overcome anything.

I will marry Shariar.

I've been taught from childhood
not to confuse matters of life,

realities with fantasies.

They say two people in love
can overcome anything,

but I don't believe it.

But only a minute ago...

Yes, it was just a moment of weakness.

That revealed many things.

But not enough to ruin my whole future.

-That's so sad, you...
-Stop there.

-Sherazade.
-Stay where you are.

-I don't think so.
-Beware, Simbad.

The princess!

I knew it!

Allah, save us!

-What's happening?
-Quickly!

My Lady!

He got in here by trickery,
dressed up as Zenebi.

He put opium in my sleeping potion,
or maybe he put hashish.

I don't know, but he did.

Did he put his hands on you?

He didn't dare to,
and I didn't give him time.

I will say nothing.

If you do the same as I do,
it will be better for both of us.

The Caliph must not know.

Cast anchor!

Let go!

-Stop, it's all my fault.
-No, it's all mine, it's all ours.

If we hadn't tricked him and sold him,
he wouldn't be in the position he is.

We put the camomile in the opium.

Hold it, Berzaza.

Explain yourselves.

Yes, it's true, we were a little careless,
but it's for a good purpose.

Zenebi suffers from insomnia.

With a little opium,
we thought he'd sleep much better.

That's right,
it's you who are in charge of the drugs.

That's right.

That's fine, fine for the fish, that is.

They'll eat three times as much.

Come on.

Spaghetti with meatballs, huh?

This time, instead of making a fish meal,
you will make a meal for the fish.

All right, get on with it.

-Stop!
-Hold it.

Sadi, spare their lives.

Due to the gracious intervention
of the Princess Sherazade,

your lives are spared.

Give them water for a week
and their belongings.

All of them!

You two, get on the lifeboat.

Could we go and help out below decks?

-It would be faster.
-All right, just you, but hurry.

Hey there!

You forgot this.

Give me that oar.

Now...

-I'll break it over your head!
-No, please don't do that, Simbad.

Please, we'll be your faithful servants
and obey you forever.

-Almost...
-Calm down, all will be fine.

You're a wonderful sailor.

You know all about the winds of the tides.

I'm thirsty, give me that skin.

Damn it, it's sea water!

-We're in a mess.
-No, wait just a moment.

What is that?

Remember when Sadi said I could go
and help out below decks?

I included some of his personal things.
Things meant for Zenebi or the Princess.

Not bad.

It tastes like tea.

-Yes, so it is.
-He made it.

We better get moving
if we want to reach the coast.

-Let me get over there.
-Okay.

-Ready?
-Yes, I'm ready.

Ow, keep the water in the ocean.

That's where it belongs,
and row in rhythm.

-Like this.
-Like this.

I see what technique means.

But we're not following the ship.

No, they're going north,
and we're going west to the nearest land.

What land is that?

The peninsula of Qatar.

How far is that?

It's not too far.

We'll take shifts
so we can save our energies.

We'll make it, you'll see.

Don't worry.

When we get back to Baghdad,

I will make the owner of that tavern
feel sorry for himself,

he and his guerrillas,
and I am going to enjoy myself.

Yes, I want to get even with that eunuch.

He's bigger than me, yes,
so I'm going to take him unawares.

Yes, unawares.

What about you?

Don't you want to get even
with anybody, Simbad?

Bàman, quickly change the oar
to the other side.

All right, just a minute, hold on.

Do you always have to do anything wrong?

-Stop it!
-All right.

-Come on, will you get to work?
-All right.

Well, then, are you ready?

-All right.
-That stupid guy is the problem.

-Change it and hold.
-All right, keep it to the left.

Now, pull!

Pull harder, harder.

There it is.

There's nothing we can do now.

-I'm afraid, I don't see anything.
-Nor me.

Hey.

We're finishing
in the deadly current of Oman.

Where is it going to take us?

Nobody can tell.

Those who were taken never returned.

There's no use rowing now.

I'm tired.

I want to sleep.

Try not to disturb, yes?

Do you know what I'd say?

-Who the hell cares!
-Who the hell cares!

-What was that?
-A sudden wave.

But the sea is calm.

We stumbled upon a whale
or a mast of a sunken ship.

Listen to him trying to be funny.

Why don't you try to keep quiet
and go to sleep?

Beast!

-What?
-What?

This is Hassan's ship!

I spent two years sailing on it.

Here is where the current ends
and so do the ships.

-Us, too.
-Cut it out!

I've never been
to such a small island before.

This is an Egyptian war boat.

The crew was former prisoners
chained to the benches.

Here's someone.

Hassan.

Now you understand why
I don't like the sea.

Eurgh.

Oh, the striking iron.

Maybe he was trying
to light something before he died.

-But...
-Firùz, come!

-What?
-Fast!

Oh, look at this beautiful cloth.

-We're rich, Firùz.
-Yes, yes.

Very rich!

Firùz, smell this perfume.
Smell it, isn't it wonderful?

Hold on, look.

A chest.

Wow.

How wonderful!

It's all ours! All ours!

-But there's not even one herring.
-Why do you worry?

We're surrounded by the ocean,
and it's full of fish.

-We'll survive, you'll see.
-Then why didn't the other ones survive?

Maybe they didn't like eating fish.

-Simbad!
-Simbad!

-Simbad!
-Simbad!

-There he is!
-There he is!

-What happened? You're all wet.
-Yes, I just took a bath.

-Another one?
-Yes.

You had one on the ship.

You're a maniac for cleanliness.
You will end up with rheumatism.

Look what we found.

-Did you find it on the Chinese ship?
-Chinese?

-The one with the dragon tent.
-Yes, seen them before?

-I've been to China, where they make them.
-What are they for?

-Have you got a flint?
-Yes.

Come, come with me.

Here.

Light at the end of the tape.

Will you explain?

-Come on, let's get out of here now.
-Why?

Come on, hurry up.

I don't understand the reason
for all this rush.

Will you come over as I say?

-Firùz, if he tells you...
-Down!

Firùz.

Firùz, are you all right?

I don't know.

Come, you're all right.

I'm going to sit down.

Hey, wait, wait!

Wait!

Hot air goes upward,

and if one couldn't close it
and keep the temperature constant,

it will then fill up the balloon and...

This is a word I can't translate.

It's no use, Simbad.

We've looked all over everywhere,
and there's nothing growing around here.

-There's no sign of fresh water.
-No rain.

Plus, with all our lines out,
we haven't even caught a sardine yet.

-You've been looking on the seabed...
-I haven't even found a muscle.

Nor are we eating.

Why did you tell him?

He's no longer afraid.

He's prepared to die.

-And so?
-Well, let's see what's left.

-Then.
-Then what?

Then we'll tell you what the two of us
have decided to do

to get out of this situation.

If you wish, you may come with us.

Watch your step.

-Do you know what this is?
-It's essence.

If you take some, you dream,
and you feel wonderful.

Yes, but then you open your eyes again.

If you take a little more,
you don't wake up.

You'll sleep forever and ever.

From sleep into death
without ever knowing it.

-Isn't that beautiful?
-No, but as a solution, it could work.

-Well, then.
-I'll do it.

Bravo!

Relax.

First of all, you must make a wish.

Something you've always wanted
very badly to have.

Then you find it'll seem to come true.

I wish I could see Sherazade.

She's so beautiful and so merciless.

I wish I could tell her about our death
and see her wounded and humiliated.

If I could only fly.

If I could reach Baghdad.

You watch what you're doing, stupid!

-There's been an earthquake.
-Don't talk about earthquake!

Look at what you've just done.

Blisters are rising!

I see that we too are rising.

That's the meaning of the Chinese word:
to ascend.

The hot air goes upward,

and if one could enclose it
and then keep the temperature constant,

the balloon will go up.

Get out of there now!

-That's what he wanted to light up.
-What do we do now?

We must get all the shells
and all the rockets.

What do we want to do that for?

We take them with us onboard the ship.
Come on.

We don't have
to leave the treasure, do we?

-Go take it.
-Running.

-Are we not good for the fire?
-Yes, is that everything?

-Oh, that!
-Go look.

Come on.

-I'm back, here, Simbad.
-Thank you.

-Are you ready?
-Yes, of course.

All right.

-Sit down and keep quiet.
-Look, we're going up.

My goodness!

Ostro.

-What's that?
-I said ostro.

-Ostro?
-It's the wind from the south.

It blows in the right direction,
and pushes up to the north.

-Oh, ostro.
-It will be only a few points off.

Can't you stop being lazy and get up?

We've got to keep the fire going.

Hang on, hold on.

-Leave the rope!
-We're going down.

Keep the fire going.

We're going down.

We're going down.

Oh, God.

Go on!

Fan faster!

Go on!

We're going down.

Oh, no.

Don't stop.

We're going down.

-Hey!
-We're going up!

-Oh, dear, we're going up!
-We're going up.

Bamàn's fainted.

Give him some air.

-He doesn't come through.
-I'll give him a little tea.

It's the tea with dope in it.

Yes, that's right.

I'm sorry about that rope.

Leave it alone!

Now at least we know how to get down.

We're moving fast.

-Oh, how beautiful!
-What?

It like a bird.

Have you ever seen anything like this,
the ocean from up here?

Look, over there, a boat!

There, look!

-Did you light the fuse?
-Yes, I did.

-Go get Sherazade.
-Okay, sure.

I will come too.

The princess was left in Baghdad.

She's not aboard anymore.

Get out of the way.

Now let's see.

Abu, Bhaki, come here.

You are two formidable fighters,
aren't you?

Especially when
you are ganging up against one.

Well, now you'll have an even chance.

You'll be one against one.

Who is to be the first?

Him or me?

No, you don't understand.

You'll be fighting each other,
and you better win,

because the loser
will be blown up by this.

A real, clean fight.

Bravo!

Pity, have mercy.

Enough, Bazaza gets Bakhi.

Try to win if you want to avoid this.

Have mercy.

You shall have it.

You know what, I've changed my mind.

The winner will die.

No, Simbad, you can't do that.

All offboard!

For once in his life,
Sadi spoke the truth.

There's nobody below deck.

Where is everybody?

Return aboard.

Sadi!

Come here.

The ring.

-And the necklace.
-The necklace.

-We can go now.
-Yes.

You've taken all my belongings.

We have the right wind.

We're heading northwest.

Noble Vizier.

I bring great news for the Caliph.

The royal troops have won their way
to the west coast of Bengal.

The enemy army has surrendered,

and the population is waiting
for the Sultan designate from Baghdad.

Hassem, my proud warrior,

I'll immediately inform
our noble sovereign.

-Immediately?
-His Highness ordered not to be disturbed.

We bring him news
of a great and tremendous victory.

He will listen.

I didn't ask you to come in.

Get out.

But, sire, the reason for which I...

Get out!

We must convoke all the sultans.

We'll tell them of his insane behavior.

Persia must be guided
by a more suitable ruler.

What do you mean?

The next sultan of Bengal will be you.

Yes.

Yes.

Now the other side.

What is your name?

-Sherazade, my father...
-Silent!

I didn't ask you about your father.

The rest.

Turn around.

Turn around, I said.

Slowly.

There is one thing that you must learn.

You will move and talk
only when I order you to.

Is that clear?

-Can you dance?
-Yes.

Which dances?

All of them: Chinese, Indian, Egyptian...

Take her to the harem
and see that she is always ready for me

to dance at any time I choose.

Now to the bazaar,

incognito for the new arrivals.

Do you know what I've been thinking?

Taking a bath is not
the most terrible thing I thought it was.

-The feeling of hot water on your skin.
-What hot water, it was hot steam.

Steam is made with water.

In any case, you know I love it.

-Cleanliness is next to wealthiness.
-Yes, right.

-Hey, and we're wealthy.
-Yes.

-Massage?
-A shave?

Cut?

-Everything.
-Everything.

-Right?
-Come this way, please.

-What about you, sir?
-Shave my beard.

-Do you mean a trim?
-No, I want it completely shaved.

Make way for the nobles:
Hassem and Serembid.

You want to make yourself
really beautiful.

I'm worried, Hassem.

Very worried indeed.

You, have you no respect for the nobility?

The resemblance is incredible.

Two leaves from the same branch.
If only he didn't have that beard.

-Are you shaving your beard?
-Yes, why?

When you finish, wait for us,
we want to speak with you.

I simply don't believe it, can you?

Here, be quick!

A Caucasian woman, so they say's something
no home should be without you, right?

I don't exaggerate, ladies and gentlemen,
I don't have to.

As you can see,
this is an article that sells itself,

which says, observe.

This beauty is as talented
as she is beautiful.

She is trained in poetry and painting,
and she knows all the dances

and schooled in the subtlest arts of love.

Do I hear a bid?

I offer 3,000.

Three thousand two hundred.

I offer 3,500.

I'm not telling you she knows how to cook
because she doesn't.

She has other talents.

Three thousand six hundred dinars.

Three thousand eight hundred.

Four thousand.

Come on, sirs, this is a vile price
for such a heavenly creature.

She would even fetch 10,000 dinars
in so lonely a place as Basra.

Four thousand and six hundred.

Four thousand seven hundred.

Five thousand.

Five thousand five hundred.

Go on, please, noble sirs,
now the bids are becoming interesting.

-Five thousand and six hundred.
-Six thousand.

Six thousand five hundred.

Six thousand five hundred and ten.

Sold!

Hey, this is not fair.

He outbid us by only ten dinars
and walks away with the merchandise.

This is the usual swindle.

Noble sirs, please, I assure you.

I shall have recourse to the Caliph.

Do you know him?

I don't need to know him, sir,
to get the justice.

-Huh?
-That's enough.

That's enough, noble sirs,
now the deal is settled.

Settled, is it?

We'll see.

-This is for you.
-A very good lad.

You, you almost slit my throat,
if I hadn't...

What, sir?

-A very good shave indeed.
-One, two...

-Tip the servant, Bamàn.
-Once more? I've already done it.

-He's gotten rich.
-Come on, let's go.

-We were to speak to you, remember?
-That's why I'm leaving.

I had too much to do with men like you.

-Too much and enough.
-No, wait.

Explain to him.

To the bazaar!

-The bazaar!
-To the bazaar!

-To the bazaar!
-To the bazaar!

Gaze upon this miracle, sirs,

freshly arrived from the candid banks
of the Persian Gulf.

You must not let this beauty go
for a paltry 8,000 dinars.

It's not half her true value.

What bid do I have?

Recall those lovely Egyptian goddess,
her skin is soft as silk.

Noble sirs, are none of you attracted
by this fragrance of the salt sea,

or maybe you are a little
hard of hearing, perhaps?

Come now, what am I offered?

Gentlemen, 7,800, 7,900, going 8,000.

Going, going.

No other bids, huh?

-Ten thousand.
-Sold!

No, you will not take this one
away from me.

Fifteen thousand.

-Fifteen thousand, do I hear more?
-Twenty thousand.

Sold!

Death to the Caliph.

Death to the tyrant!

Leave me alone, will you?

Let me go! What are you doing?

Let me go! Let me go!

Simbad!

Simbad!

Simbad!

Simbad!

You fools, get off from me.

Let me go!

I said let me go!

What are you trying to do?

There he is.

What's wrong with you?

-He looks like Saint Vitus dance.
-Idiot, that hasn't been invented yet.

Come on, let's save him.

This is the last.

It has to be.

We're nearing the end.

You stay here
and guard him while he's out.

Change over when you want.

No one but those of us here must know
what medicine he's been given.

No one.

Let's go.

It's worked so far.

Yes, but where is the Caliph now?

At the end of the rising sun.

They're staying there.

I've talked to the owner of the baths.

Those two imbeciles
think that he is still their friend.

-Go now.
-To the inn?

Yes, you know what you must do.

Don't be afraid,
it's too late to turn back now.

Simbad, will he cooperate?

Of course, I can't say,
but whatever happens, he's in it too.

One, two, one, two, halt!

Left turn!

Salute!

Slow right turn!

Forward march!

Those swines plucked my nose
and made me swallow something.

Then I lose consciousness.

You made me smell something foul,
and I find myself in a straitjacket.

What is this, a madhouse?
What do you want from me?

I wanted to explain it to you
at the baths.

Explain what?

You see, you look like someone,
or someone looks like you.

Is that why you put a straitjacket on me?

Don't you want to know who you look like?

All right, tell me.

Here, smell this once more
before I tell you.

You first peggers!

Wretches!

Please speak up...

Let me out or I swear...

Where did all your super strength go?

Do you know who I am?

We know, but it seems
as though you have forgotten.

Your ideas are confused.

Listen, Simbad.

-Calm down, and you'll see that...
-The noble Caliph!

Finally!

It's about time.
Have you got a guard with you?

-I want their heads cut off immediately.
-No, my lord, the entire city's in revolt.

You must be grateful
to these two gentlemen

who saved you
from the hands of a very nasty crowd.

It would be terribly foolhardy
to leave the inn at this point, sire.

Why is the city revolt?

The people are made that way.

They say that you can't rule

and that you're wastefully spending
the country's money.

One shouldn't give them a chance
to raise their heads,

but cut them off as soon as they do.

-Yes, I'll cut everybody's head off.
-Indeed, as soon as things calm down.

Here, take this, it's your potion.

Drink it, and when you awaken,
all will be over,

and you'll wield the scimitar of revenge.

Yes, I'll get my revenge.

Did you bring a scimitar and a bow?

I haven't yet decided
if I want to play your game.

I won't do it to save Persia, I tell you.

-I'll do it only because...
-Because Sherazade is here.

It's the third time you're repeating it.

Think of the risk.

Think of the reward.

Yes.

Yes, this could be
the answer to everything.

If I could only put my hands
on the other half of it,

and on the large safe.

There's only one large safe.

The one of the Caliph.

The keys are kept by the Vizier,
and they're going to be hard to get.

No Vizier and no keys.

It will be enough to use the services
of Bamàn and Firùz.

-Those two?
-I guarantee it.

Now show me the palace.

If I am to substitute the Caliph,
I should know the layout of the place.

-Of course.
-Let's go.

We'll start with the harem.

With the greatest of pleasure.

-Do you think you can find it?
-You must guide me!

It is you who must lead me.

Straight on ahead there, across the hall.

Sublime Caliph, I beg of you.

Don't disturb me, go away!

We must act quickly.

Yes, but calmly.

The first test went beautifully.

-Your eyeglass is looking different.
-But where is she?

Over there, behind the fountain.

-I'll go alone.
-I'll wait here.

Be prudent.

Princess.

Have you got nothing to say to me?

I am only to speak
and answer to your direct question.

Isn't that what you ordered?

Sure, of course, sit down.

Your voyage was met
with unforeseen events,

so I was told.

That sailor, Simbad,

I heard that you spared his life.

Why?

I don't know.

For pity, perhaps.

I'm told that he ressembled me.

In a very impressive way.

Your generosity was useless.

A ship docked in a boat
with three corpses.

No!

Hassem, I want to see her dance today.

Sublime Caliph, she is not ready yet.

I am ready.

-Nor the music nor the rehearsal.
-I said I am ready.

All right, as soon as possible.

-Do you feel better?
-Certainly, why?

Stop it, the bad one
was left behind at the edge.

Shush!

It's a number 12 lock.

Here it is.

Easy.

After you.

I'll go in first.

Come.

Why close it?

If someone passes and sees it closed,
they won't suspect.

We have very little time.

You, cover that window,
and you, go over there.

Quick, the patrol can pass at any moment.

-I've never seen this model.
-Certainly, it is unique.

Be careful, they're watching us.

-The guards!
-Let's get out of here.

Hide in there, quickly.

Come on.

We'll now have more time, hurry up!

Come on, hurry!

-This is the only way I can think of.
-You must be out of your mind.

How is it possible?

A moment ago, the room was empty.

Quickly, before the trapdoor opens.

We want to take them alive.

Get a rope.

Look, a treasure.

Look at those are pearls.

So we'll finally know.

We are drowned.

Hide, the guards are coming back.

One must never ask too much from luck.

Help!

Out! Get out!

How dare you enter
when I'm witnessing dances?

I'll have you blinded.

The sultans, the emirs, and the people
have decided to depose you now.

The new caliph of Persia is me.

If this is your idea of justice,
Caliph Shariar,

your reign has lasted too long.

-Who are you?
-I'm your twin brother, Shahriar.

According to the laws of the country,
one of us had to disappear,

but our father didn't want this
and left evidence of my identity.

Persia only has one throne!

Guards, forward!

Now you know that,
I could have killed you more than once,

but I don't want to kill you.

I want only...

No, Simbad, you won't be
the new caliph of Baghdad.

Your dynasty
will no longer rule over Persia

because neither of you will survive.

In the name of the army,
I assume full power.

You see, they forgot the rope,
so when they left the room,

the noble Hassem and the noble Serembid

helped us to get out of the trap
we'd fallen into.

How did Shariar get away?

We were imprudent that night
to leave him alone in the inn

because when he came to,
he broke down the door and left.

-Then, in the street, he met Zenebi.
-Yes.

-I understand.
-The story could go on.

Simbad, why don't you send a message
to Hassem and Serembid

and in charge them
to rule his regency until we return?

-We will not return.
-Is that what you want?

Yes, because now it is possible.

I've been thinking
about the girls in the harem.

The Caliph's wife sent them all away.

All of them.

Come on, think about something serious.

Do you remember that trap door?

Yes.

If we put planks on top of it,

we'd open the safe
without falling into the trap below.