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TALES OF THE NIGHT

Let's suppose I'm a werewolf.

- Not exactly sympathetic.
- Sympathetic?

As a werewolf everyone'd be
afraid of me. I'd enjoy that.

In legend, he's portrayed
as a monster in pain,

a slave to the full moon
and his urge to kill.

Perhaps I wouldn't have to kill.

Oh, I think you would,
if you want to eat. You'd just do it.

Hmm, the innocent deer
that you found in the woods.

I've decided to play a werewolf,
even if I am cursed.

Your dreadful secret
must be concealed from everyone.

Your fiancé especially.

I have a fiancé?

Good. Let's have two sisters,
They're deadly rivals.

When does it take place?

Let's say in the fifteenth century.
The court of Burgundy.

It's magnificent!

- Wow.
- Oh yes! That is so cool.

The Duke was richer
than we can imagine.

That headdress is wild.

Personally, I prefer this one.

Hey, they're wearing turbans.

My costume is finished.

Add a cape. More hero-ish.

I'll have a long dress.
I love them.

Very elegant! Ready?

- Ready.
- Ready.

Night of the Werewolf.

As the noble knight Jan

has declared his love
for my daughter,

I declare them
formally betrothed.

I drink a toast.

- Long live love
-To the happy couple.

The most handsome
weds the fairest!

-They're made for each other!
- An ideal pair.

Long life and happiness.

Darling daughter, do not cry.

Your turn will come.

No, it won't.

I was meant for him.

I love him, he loved me.

Who could not love you?

We wondered
which of you he'd choose,

but it's customary for it
to be the elder sister.

And what you don't know is that she
fed Jan when he was imprisoned

and everyone else had deserted him.

She saved him from freezing
by sending him her fur.

But it was I who did that!

You're sad
and don't recall the truth.

You were very young, and confused.

I remember at the time
you even lost all your jewellery.

At last they've left us alone.

And tonight we shall walk
under the full moon together.

- No!
- What?

I am yours,
body and soul, forever.

But when the moon is full,

- I must be alone.
-Tell me why?

That is a dreaded secret which
I cannot tell to anyone, not even you.

On the day of our betrothal,

you coldly confess to me
that you do not trust me?

- You know I didn't mean that.
- Is this how you repay me.

for all I did for you in prison, when
everybody else had abandoned you?

I know. I shall never forget that.

It was the beginning
of my feelings for you.

Very limited feelings, obviously.

If there is no trust,
I suggest we part.

- No!
- Goodbye, sir.

Don't go! I will give you

absolute proof
of my feelings for you.

My fate will lie wholly
in your hands.

I am...

a werewolf.

When the moon is full,
this chain,

which you see I always wear,

starts to burn intolerably -
I take it off,

and am transposed into a wolf.

In the morning, I must put
the chain on,

to become a man again.

If I cannot find the chain,

I shall stay a wolf forever.

Now you know why
I must face this night alone.

You must not. You need the support
Of a true love who understands.

No, I couldn't bear that.

I'll see this happening.

Tonight.
Or I'll break our engagement.

I hide my chain here,
among these nettles.

I feel it beginning to burn.

Please, look away.

- No. Do it.
-Then... farewell.

Help me! There's been
a terrible tragedy!

Jan was attacked and devoured

by the giant wolf
of the BlackWoods.

Alas, my beloved!

Horror!

Strange, as that wolf
has never been a man-eater.

Well, he is now.

We must organise a hunt
and kill the beast

before others suffer
the fate of my poor Jan!

My life is over.

So is mine.

He ran that way.
We can corner him at the cliff.

You stay here.
I want no more victims.

All I desire is that the wolf
eats me as he devoured Jan.

The spring where
Jan and I used to drink.

May I ride on your back?

Surely I'm dreaming.

Though you
don't understand, Wolf,

I'll tell you about Jan.

He died not knowing
it was I who saved him in prison.

He was falsely accused
Of a dreadful crime and left to rot.

My sister told everyone that
she'd always known he was a monster.

His prison cell was wet and dark,

and he'd die there slowly
of cold and hunger.

By pleading and bribing,

I got his jailers
to pass in the food I sent him.

I'd soon spent all my money,
so piece by piece I sold my jewels

and was forced to lie,
saying that they'd been lost.

My sister threw out a fur stole,
last year's fashion.

I rescued it
and sent it on to Jan.

It was just what he needed
in his freezing dungeon.

One day, the real culprit was found.

Jan publicly thanked the unknown
person who'd kept him alive,

and whose identity
he had guessed.

I never doubted for a second
that it was me he meant.

He recognised the fur as my sister's
and assumed she had sent it.

He named her.

This forest is filled
with memories of Jan.

There was a secret place we had,

a bower filled
with perfumed honeysuckle,

overlooking a lake
with flowering lilies.

In the parcels to my imprisoned love,

I'd put sprays of this honeysuckle
we both adored.

Enchanted wolf, who are you?

My mind is full
of confusing thoughts,

but I will sort them out.

What's the commotion?

Spurred on by my sister,

- Jan's family is hunting for the wolf.
- She's leading them?

She's tucked up in Jan's house
as mistress.

Father, I've been with the wolf
in the wood all night.

But that's madness.

When you left me, a bear appeared
and would have eaten me,

except for the wolf
who fought and killed it.

Then the wolf lay at my feet
and let me get on his back.

All night, he carried me
through the forest,

like a gentle, faithful hound.

It's impossible that he ate Jan.

I find the idea just as doubtful.

Father, I have to ask you this.
Don't be angry.

If you love truth and justice,

if you love me, you won't refuse.

- Stand aside.
- Yes, madam.

Father. You sent for me?

Yes. There’s someone here
I'd like you to meet.

- Jan!
- What do you mean?

You just called out "Jan"!

No. What I did was cry out in shock.

You confront me unexpectedly
with this monster who ate my fiancé,

then you reproach me
for letting out a scream.

You cried out "Jan"!

This wolf is Jan!

By some devilish witchcraft,
she's changed Jan into a wolf.

No! He did it all by himself.

But there will be no changing back.

I have thrown the chain that could
have made him human again

into the deepest palace well.

How could you do
such a cruel thing?

How could I live with such a monster?

You were promised
to him in marriage.

Exactly. Somehow
I had to break the contract.

- How did you find out his secret?
- He entrusted it to me.

- I would never have done that.
- Oh, he resisted.

But I know just how
to get round men.

He even let me watch
his horrifying transformation.

And now he must change back.

- His chain must be returned.
-Too late.

When something
goes down that well,

that's where it stays.

The water was so far down,
so deep, so cold and dark.

But the chain glistened so,
I managed to find it.

You've saved me once more.

Demon sister, I don't want
anything more to do with you.

You really think I want
anything to do with you?

Who would? Is there
a woman in the world

who would even
look once at you?

- Yes. Me.
- Poor little fool.

You delude yourself you’ve got
your white knight back again,

whom I didn't want.

But he's a werewolf.

You forget that your young sheep

will become a wolf again
at the next full moon.

But I love him
in his wolf's clothing.

What do you say
we do a Caribbean story?

Great idea!

With lush tropical trees
and flowers,

luscious juicy fruit,

spicy food and bright
colours everywhere.

And pretty girls
in gorgeous dresses.

And I'll play a lazy,
no-good, smart-aleck kid.

Here's the story.
He wanders into a cave

which goes much, much deeper
than he could've imagined.

I'll design the sets,
and I won't go easy on the colour.

Better be sure you bring
your sunglasses along.

Sugar cane, guava fruit,

papaya trees, banana plants...

And pineapple fields!

Right. Pineapples are
pretty and delicious.

On the less romantic side,
add some manchineels.

What are they?

A harmless-looking relative
of the apple

that's highly poisonous.

Caribbean Indians used to tip
their arrows with its deadly sap.

- I'm working on the animals.
- I'll mail you some iguanas.

-They're extraordinary.
- Yes.

Beautiful ugly monsters.

I'm going to wear a dead
simple costume this time.

And maybe a hint
of a local accent?

What do you mean? Accent?

What accent?
I talk normal, like all the bros.

You got the accent, man.

You're right. I know.
We have all got accents.

- Ready?
- Ready.

TJ and Beauty Unknowing.

It's hot!

I'll be cooler in this cave.

Hey, bats. How's it hangin'?

Oh, a passage. Where's it go?

Might as well.

Pretty hibiscus.

Mornin', Mama.

What you chewin' on there?

Bones, boy.
And they're delicious.

- Delicious.
- Like some, boy?

That's temptin', but I just had dinner.

Too bad. Well, come back
when you're hungry.

Sure thing. See ya.

Hey, Grandpa.
You sure got a nice garden.

Why, thank you, son.

- You look strange.
-That so? In what way?

- I could swear you're alive.
- What? Well, you don't miss much.

- You are? Then what're you doin' here?
- Er, where's here?

- It's the Country of the Dead.
- That right?

So I slid down
further than I thought.

You're in luck.
As the only living being here,

the king's daughter,

together with her royal
inheritance, is yours to take.

- She beautiful?
- Can a bird fly?

They call her Beauty Not Knowing.

To reach the king's court,

you must pass
through three passages,

guarded by a giant bee,

a giant mongoose

and a giant iguana.

They're angry because
they're always so hungry,

and temper makes them huge.

They'll definitely want to eat you,

but I like the look of you,
so I'll help you.

Here you see the dreaded
"flores datura".

And if the bee sips its nectar,

it dies and you're through.

These innocent looking
manchineels

will take out the iguana.

And a special treat
for the mongoose.

I have here a large piece of meat,

which I'll stuff
with sharp needles.

When the mongoose
bites into that,

it'll have things on its mind
other than you.

You are a real prince.

Go through the sugar cane
on the track.

It leads to a doorway
and you're there.

-Thanks, Grandpa.
- Good luck, son.

That dude was one evil grandpa.

If hunger's making those
animals aggressive,

I'll just feed them.

Mongoose, bee, iguana.

Which one'll go at me first?

Here I come.

- I'm going to eat you!
- Hiya, bee.

Thought you might like
a bowl of hibiscus flowers.

I always wanted to stroke a bee's back.

So. Who's next in line?

- I'm going to eat you!
- Hold on, big boy.

I brought you a feroce.
Home-made by my ma,

with mussels,
ripe avocados,

manioc and sweet chilli.

Let me know what you think.

Two down and one to go.

- I'm going to eat you!
- Man, you're prickly.

I brought you some guavas
from my daddy's garden

and some bananas that my aunt's grown,
Class A stuff.

And now the king.

Hello, king.

I'm TJ and I've come in search
of Beauty Not Knowing.

You what?
Dressed like that?

You dares to think
you can win my daughter?

Arrest him.

Tomorrow we'll put him through
the Big Chopper

for my daughters' entertainment.

Unless you pass
the three suitors' tests.

If by some chance you do,
your life will be spared,

you will marry my eldest daughter,

you'll be my heir, the usual stuff.

- Sounds fair.
- Test one.

Last year, my youngest daughter's
twelve golden-shelled turtles ran away.

My men looked all over
the kingdom for them,

but found only one.

So find the other
eleven turtles tonight

and you will escape
the Big Chopper for one day.

Of course, you'll have to do it
locked in your prison.

We don't want to make
the task too simple.

Well, I sure don't feel clever.

Hello, TJ.

I dropped in to thank you.

Your mother's feroce was delicious.

I was starving hungry.

Thank you, mongoose,
I appreciate that.

Why are you lookin'
so miserable, friend?

They're going to execute me.

Mince me in the Big Chopper
tomorrow morning.

No they won't.

I also came to tell you
I'll bring you

the eleven golden-shelled
turtles

before the night's out.

Dream on. The king's
men searched for a year.

You won't do it in one night.

You don't think so? Mongooses
have great noses,

and so my cousins and I'll track those
turtles down by their scent.

Nine, ten, eleven...
Present and correct.

That's incredible!
Thank you, mongoose.

Is The Big Chopper
sharpened and oiled?

Not one turtle?

Well, it's the Big Chopper for you.

Oh. So. You got lucky.

Now for test number two.

If you don’t lasso them,
you'll lose your turtles again.

You heard. Round 'em up.

The second test.

Two years ago,
my youngest daughter

dropped a large diamond,
the magnificent Ice Blue,

while bathing in the sea
by the Seething Seaweed Rocks.

Careless, but we all make mistakes.

Bring it to me and you will avoid
the Big Chopper for one more day.

Hello,TJ.
Dropped by to say thanks.

Can't say how good
your daddy's guavas were,

and those bananas.

I was starving at the time.

As for Ice Blue, don't worry.
I'll handle it.

It's been lost in the sea
for two years...

Hm. He understood the main drift,

but I would have liked to tell him
how scared I am.

You got any news?

Out with it, then.

Thanks, Igi. I owe you one.

I nearly swallowed it, grazing
on the delicious seething seaweed,

but I restrained myself.

Prepare the Big Chopper.

Nothing?

The impossible is hard to do.

All right.
We'll do without Ice Blue

and chop you up instead.

- Where do I drop it off?
- What are you waiting for?

Good. The last hurdle is easy.

You simply have to point out
Beauty Not Knowing

when I parade
my three daughters for you.

What? You don't know
what she looks like?

It’s easy.

She looks exactly like
my middle daughter.

And my middle daughter

looks exactly
like my youngest daughter.

But what does she look like?

She looks exactly
like my eldest daughter.

Hello, TJ!

Just buzzed by to thank you.

Hey, don’t you recognise me?

Those hibiscus flowers
were yummy.

And I was starving.
I want to help you.

Busy little bee,
I've got to get out of here,

or else I'm for the Big Chopper.

But I don't see what you can do.
You're so tiny.

What do you mean,
what can I do?

I can land on
the eldest princess's nose

and save you from the Big Chopper.

Bring in the poor prisoner.

Mornin', princesses!

Well? Tell us which
is Beauty Not Knowing,

my eldest daughter?

- Easy!
- I'm waiting.

The princess who just dropped her pipe
is Beauty Not Knowing.

It's perfectly obvious.

Ah! You're good.

You've won. Half my entire kingdom,

the Country of the Dead, is yours,

as is my eldest daughter,

Beauty Not Knowing.

Rule the Country of the Dead?

I'll pass on that.
I prefer the living, thank you.

And marry a girl whom I haven't
even met? I don't think so.

I've got a girlfriend already,

and suddenly I can't wait to see her.

Goodbye, all.

What if I was one of those girls,
sacrificed to the Gods

to bring rain, or victory, or riches?

- I'd defend you!
- I hope so.

But then they'd
sacrifice you as well.

Do you know the legend
of the Serpent of Ouagadou?

- No.
-Tales of Africa.

Page 88.

-That’s it?
- How very strange.

- It's got no ending.
- Still, that’s how the legend ends.

- Badly.
-There's no moral. That’s immoral.

- People find it highly moral.
- Not me.

All right. We could use the story

with a voice-over
to add a message at the end.

Yes, and with an Aztec setting?

- Why the Aztecs?
- Human sacrifice.

Those sacrieaces
occurred everywhere.

But my prejudice is that

the Aztecs were
the world champions.

Well, Africa, America
or wherever,

I'm designing
the most wonderful

golden city ever seen.

And I've made a bird-shaped helmet.

Wow.

- Ready?
- Ready.

The Chosen One of the Golden City!

A city of gold!

Unbelievable.

The rulers here are wallowing in gold,

the lower orders slave for them.

Neither lot seems
particularly cheerful.

Where does
all this gold come from?

Wow! Look at that!

The entrance to
a palace as big as a mountain,

golden pyramids,

a stage of some kind,

more pyramids,

and a pretty girl...

A pretty girl is more interesting
than any golden pyramid.

Let's go and meet her.

Beautiful, but just
as cast down as all the others.

She won't look at me.

Well, here goes.

This really is a wonderful city.

You live in a city
that's extraordinary.

- Yes? Are you talking to me?
- Er, of course.

- I'm pretty, didn't you notice?
- Er, of course.

I wondered why
you look so dejected.

You're joking. Today is a feast day.

So surely it’s obvious, isn't it?

No, I'm sorry, not to me. Explain.

- You're a stranger here?
- Yes.

Do pretty girls look happy
in your land?

Yes, on feast days especially

On feast days especially?
Then they're brave.

Why? Who’s the feast for?

The Golden City formally
offers food to Our Benefactor,

four times a year.

In exchange,
he brings us mounds of gold.

He eats only four times a year?

Your benefactor's hardly a glutton.

And what does he eat?

Young girls.

This is the first time a young man
ever spoke to me. It feels strange.

The first time a young man's
ever talked to you?

Young men don't
talk to pretty girls

as they know we'll die young,
reserved for Our Benefactor.

Tonight, we will all gather
at the Esplanade of Sacrifice.

The city's eave prettiest girls,
of whom, alas, I'm one,

will be lined up.

The Great Shepherd
will choose the fairest.

She will ascend
the Rock of Triumph.

The people will sing the Hymn
of the Triumph of the Chosen.

Our Benefactor will emerge
from his temple and eat her.

I'll kill him!

Sh! You'll be killed
if someone hears you.

"When Our Benefactor dies,
the Golden City will fall."

That's absurd! Is that what
your benefactor told you?

- No, he doesn't speak.
-Then who? How do you know?

- The Great Shepherd spoke.
- Really? How does he know?

You're not making sense. The Great
Shepherd is our all-knowing guide.

You're not making sense.
I'll fight your benefactor.

Don't speak such horrors!
You’re powerless.

Our Benefactor is covered in scales
that can withstand a sword.

I'll poke out his eyes.

Our Benefactor's eyes are diamonds
against which a sword will break.

But if tonight I am the Chosen One,
I shall go gladly.

A boy spoke to me before I died.

We salute the Great Shepherd!

People of the Golden City,
the moment has come

to intone the Anthem
of the Revelation of the Chosen.

Oh, fairest of the fair,

the Golden City's humblest thanks
are given to you.

You will not slay
an innocent girl for mere gold.

Young man, you cannot understand

as you are not of our city.

We pardon you for now,
as Our Benefactor awaits hungrily.

If you’re providing his dinner,
why should it not be you?

I would offer myself gladly
if he desired.

But I did more than that.

He has had my first born,

the joy of my heart.

People of the Golden City,

let us sing the Hymn
of the Triumph of the Chosen.

No!

Monster, I defy you!

No, wait!

Our Benefactor
seems to want a little distraction.

- Long live Our Benefactor!
- Long live Our Benefactor!

The all powerful!
May he live for ever!

Praised be Our Benefactor,
who administers justice himself.

And now,
may the Chosen One triumph.

No!

I killed him!

Misery eternal! Abomination!

The prophecy is upon us.

"When Your Benefactor dies,
your Golden City will fall."

Our city is doomed.

Rubbish. The monster is dead.

Forget your superstitions.

Your benefactor is gone
and your city is still standing.

You see?

Well... Happy?

You are going to pay for this,

though it's too late.

I'm not scared of you.

I slew the unslayable monster.

We are a thousand, you're alone.

People of the ex-Golden City.
let our swords wreak vengeance.

Yes. Throw me one!

A true daughter of our people.

No, I'm on your side.

He's not alone.

I stand with the knight
who saved me,

not with those
who condemned me.

So you'll need more than
a mere thousand swords.

Listen. He saved me,

but he also saved those girls

destined for
the next sacrieacial supper.

And the next,
and the one after that...

little girls
yet unaware of their beauty,

and girls that are still unborn.

Be silent, wretched traitor.

- Your knight has annihilated us.
- No!

The Golden City has vanished.
We haven't!

You had ordained my death.

Now you can't.

We are still alive,

and all the rest
is of no importance.

Kill them both.

Listen to me. The only thing
you've lost is the cold gold of death.

That had left you empty.
I can teach you two things you lack.

Achievement and the joy of living.

Blasphemy! Cover your ears!

Kill them both!

No. They won't be killed.

I want to learn these lessons.

I want to live, to know lovers.

I don't want them to go.

- He could be right.
-He could be wrong.

Stop this godless chant!

-That girl is no longer Chosen.
- Yes!

Chosen by us and not you.

End this now! Put them to death!

As your Great Shepherd,
I order you to stop...

I'd like to do a story
that's set in Africa.

Me too.

Set in a small village
in the middle of the bush.

Where we find a young pretty princess.
With a fabulous hairdo.

Naturally.
There's such a variety of hairstyles.

All wonderful.

The possibilities are endless.

Stop that racket.
I'm trying to think.

My tragedy is that
no one appreciates my talent.

And there’s your story.

A boy dreams of becoming
a great tom-tom player,

but no one believes in him
or lets him near a drum.

What he needs
is the Magic Tom-Tom

that makes any listener
start dancing madly.

But does such a tom-tom exist?

And can he find it?

I've designed myself
a pretty princess hairdo.

Me too. Afro-punk.

Oh, yes. Ready?

- Ready.
- Ready.

Tom-Tom Boy!

Tom-Tom Boy, what a racket!

You should learn
to cook instead.

Tom-Tom Boy, what a racket!

You should learn to kill something.

Tom-Tom Boy, what a racket!

You should learn to grow food.

Tom-Tom Boy, what a racket!

You should learn
to fight our enemies instead.

Tom-Tom Boy, don't play
here by the king's hut.

He's very ill.

No one approaches
the witch-doctor's sacred drum.

Especially not a nuisance like you,
Tom-Tom Boy.

Enough. I’m going to play
on the savannah.

Don't hurry back.

Very good, young man.

- You play really well.
- What did you say?

That you play really well.

Well, it’s the first time
I’ve heard that.

What do you usually hear?

"What a racket! Go away!"

You play so well, you’ve earned
the chance to play the Magic Tom-Tom.

The Magic Tom-Tom
whose rhythms no one can resist?

You mean it really exists?

Oh yes, it does exist.

Near here, in fact.
I am its custodian.

- What?
- I look after it.

- I'll show it to you, if you like.
- Yes please.

Let go.

Thank you, my boy.

- Which way?
- Wait.

Let's take some
of this monkey bread fruit.

I love it, and
it'd be a waste to leave it.

I was thinking the same,
but was embarrassed to say.

You should have said.

Here we are.

There.

The Magic Tom-Tom,

- whose rhythms no one can resist.
-You may touch it.

- I may touch it?
- You may.

- And play it if you like.
- I can play it?

Stop being my echo.

Just sit down and play. Go on.

But I don’t see you dance.

The Tom-Tom won't release
its magic to a mere beginner.

Not always to an expert either.

You must woo the Magic Tom-Tom
and give yourself over to it.

I'd give everything to learn.

I will teach you
as long as you work hard.

- I promise I'll work night and day.
- All right then.

What's wrong? Play!

You can only play loud and fast?

Don’t just use your palms.

You can use knuckles, your fingers.

You’ve got wrists and elbows.

You don’t always have to sit.

You can play standing as well.
And walking and dancing.

My right hand's bleeding!

Don't get blood on the Tom-Tom.
You'll damage the skin.

Carry on with your left hand.

- Stop.
- Am I doing something wrong?

- No. You’re ready.
- I'm ready?

Will you stop parroting
everything I say? Time to go.

We'll see if the Magic Tom-Tom
works on some unsuspecting animal.

Try him. Off you go.

-There. Now the Tom-Tom is yours.
- Is mine?

Do stop repeating everything I say.

Now. Go back
to your village and play.

- Won't you come as well?
- No. You can manage alone quite well.

Goodbye, Tom-Tom Boy.

Goodbye, master.

The princess.

I wonder if I dare.

Yes. I will.

Stop. Please stop.

I knew you'd be good
on a proper tom-tom,

but that's brilliant.

It's because this tom-tom's magic.

The tom-tom's magic?
How wonderful.

And it’s right that you should own it.

The village needs
a reason to dance.

There's only gloom
since my father fell ill.

The witch doctor asked for these,
for all the use they are.

They're all just standing
around. Depressed.

I'll get them moving,
all the villagers who made fun of me.

Stop that. Show some respect.

The king is dying,

and all my arts aren’t helping him.

Tom-Tom Boy,
come and play for my father.

What a ridiculous idea.
You'll kill him.

You just said he was dying
in spite of your cures.

The drum won't hurt.

That boy will not thump on
his tom-tom in this hut!

Oh? Bring your tom-tom.
Go in and play to my father.

- I forbid it.
- I order it.

Let's take away
all the jujus,

- especially the ones in his ears.
- Yes.

No! You're mad!

You’ll kill him!

So you said.

Now play, Tom-Tom Boy.

I saved the king just in time.

Our enemies are advancing on us.

Thank you for what you did.

If only you're as good
with the spear as the tom-tom.

En garde.

Coward! Running away!

One less fearless hero
to think about.

Now let’s teach the rest a lesson.

Hooray for Tom-Tom!

Long live Tom-Tom Boy!

Tom-Tom Boy saved us!

My hero! We won!

Tom-Tom Boy, guard
your tom-tom. It's precious.

I will. I left it up the tree.

Horrors! Someone's stolen
the Magic Tom-Tom!

We must find it at all costs.

Idiots! I have the Magic Tom-Tom!

And this time,
I'm on the winning side.

Your shield.

And now
I'm going to make you dance!

He can't play for coconuts.

The traitor has no power over us.

If I can’t have the tom-tom's magic...

then nobody will have it.

Now who's the stronger?

- Charge!
- Defend yourselves!

What are you doing?
Come back!

Tom-Tom Boy, it wasn’t
the drum that was magic.

It was your talent.
It’s you! So play!

Long live Tom-Tom Boy!

- Long live Tom-Tom Boy!
- We owe the triumph to him.

But who understood

what the truth
behind the drum was?

Long live the princess,
who understood the truth.

In honour of our victory,
let us all dance.

My cue, I think.

- Suppose we went to Tibet?
- Why there?

I found a Tibetan tale

and I thought perhaps
that you'd go for it.

I left the book open on the lectern.

Great story.

There’s no way
I'll touch that princess.

Why not?
Why do you say that?

I really want to play that boy.

Sorry. That princess is a monster.
I won’t play her.

It's only a part.

I know that, but I'd give
myself to it completely

and she's just too nasty.

Oh, Annie, please!
Théo, help me.

I sympathise with her.

But don't you think
the storyline grabs you?

Yes. I can't say the same for her.

Though she does finally
express her regret to him.

Can she make things better
with empty phrases?

Yes. Partly.

Look at these.
They're called thangkas,

Tibetan paintings on canvas
designed to be rolled up.

And these mandalas.

Yes, they're very beautiful.

Unlike that princess.

And these landscapes.

-They're perfect.
- Unlike the princess.

Well, check out
this beautiful dress.

You think I’ll fall for a dress?

Are we going to do this story or not?

On the one hand, all three
of us find the story intriguing.

On the other hand,
I detest the princess.

- Ready?
- Ready.

The Boy Who Never Lied.

Melonghi!

I love you.

Melonghi, let's go and watch
the arrival of the foreign princess.

Yes, let's do that.

My dear cousin, Melonghi,
your horse that can talk

is indeed a wonder, but not unique.

He's not? Melonghi's not
the one and only talking horse?

Well, talking's nothing.

My daughter the princess,

is just arriving here on Somaki,
the mare that sings.

That is indeed a marvel.
Its voice is beautiful.

Yet I possess something
that is even more amazing.

Surely that is impossible.

The young lad who minds my beautiful
talking stallion never lies, never.

Never! Well, well.

If that were true
it would be amazing, I admit.

But I'm willing to wager
a half of my entire kingdom

that the boy can be made to lie.

And I am so sure of his honesty

that I too will wager half my kingdom

that you will never succeed
in making him lie.

Father, it would be such fun
to make this innocent boy lie.

And I'd love to help you get hold
of half your cousin's kingdom

with so little effort.

Disguise yourself, then.

The princess was so pretty.

How do you know?
She was wearing a veil.

That's true. But she looked so graceful
on her singing mare.

That mare. What a beauty.

- Aren’t you a bit sad?
- Why?

In case they start thinking

you aren't really
so extraordinary,

when there's a horse
that can sing.

- And are you thinking that?
- Of course not.

Somaki is so lovely and sings so well

that I am simply glad.

Give me a drink, I beg you.

Wait.

- Here.
- Thank you.

I have walked so far.
I'm too exhausted to go on.

Can I rest here a moment?

It's too late for you
to go any further.

Take my bed.
I'll sleep with Melonghi, my horse.

You're so kind.

Ah. She is the most beautiful girl
I've ever laid eyes on.

Have you forgotten
the princess already?

I suppose so.
It feels wonderful.

Ah. I've never slept so well
in all my life.

How bracing it is here.
It feels great.

- You know where you're going?
- No.

No reason you can't
stay longer, then.

I'd love to.

Go on,
talk about her if you want to.

She's so beautiful, Melonghi,
so gentle.

Her voice is soft music.

Can I stay a bit longer?

I wish you'd stay
for the rest of your life.

How do you love me?

From the dawn
to the end of time.

- You mean it?
- I never lie.

But with the first little sacrifice
I ask of you, you'll run away.

I fear some day...

What? What's wrong?

- I’m sorry.
-The pain’s terrible.

I'll make it better.
I know the right herbs.

Herbs can't cure this.

Yes! Yes they can!

I'm back. I'll boil up the herbs.

No, I know that
such medicine cannot save me.

- What then?
- No. It's no use.

I'd be asking too much.

Listen. Whatever it is, I'll give it.

I won't let you die.

Tell me. Don't you trust me?

I have to eat... I must eat...

- Eat what?
-The heart... of your horse.

You see...

how soon you've reached
the end of time?

I thought I'd spend
my whole life by your side

never realising that life
would be so short,

as you prefer my death
to the death of your horse.

What's that behind your back?

You struck dumb?

What is it? Tell me.

The only thing
that can save her from dying

is that she must eat your heart.

I can't bear to let her die,
but your death is beyond me.

You love her more than me?

An impossible question,
but I do love you.

And I love you.
And I'll prove it to you.

Do you think
I could see Somaki tonight?

Yes.

He knew which grasses
are poisonous.

Melonghi...

The all-giving heart of Melonghi.

Forgive me if
I do not watch you eat it.

Are you finished?
You feeling better?

Don't die. I beg you, don't die!

I cannot tell the king what happened.

And so, I must
teach myself how to lie.

Majesty,
your stallion Melonghi

was stolen by a gang
of bloodthirsty bandits.

I could do nothing to...

- What's this?
-The cairn collapsed, that's all.

His Majesty orders you to take him
the latest news of Melonghi.

- Good. Let's go.
- On foot?

-Yes.
- Is Melonghi ill?

No. Melonghi is not ill.

Ah! What a fright.

Well, my boy, what news
of our pride and joy Melonghi?

Your Majesty...

your wonder horse Melonghi...

is dead, through my fault.

I gave his heart
to a worthless girl to eat.

My friend is dead.

Love does not exist.

I have betrayed
the trust of my king.

My sadness and shocked surprise,
these are serious and important,

but you have not failed me.

Your truthfulness and honesty
have just won me half a kingdom.

Yes, and one day you will reign
over the rest,

because love does exist.

That's her!

Yes, I am the worthless girl,

and you are the noble man.

Everything I did was vile,

you were open-hearted
and generous.

I tried to trap you, but I failed.

Since I left you I've seen the greed
and heartlessness of other men

and realise that no one else
can take your place.

Would you agree
to wed a worthless girl?

I love you.

I'm lucky, then.

Somaki has told me

that as Melonghi is dead,
she will no longer sing.

But she is expecting his foal,

which'll be born the same day
as our first child.

And they will be lifelong friends.

- What if I change into a beast?
- What kind?

Let the terrifying sorcerer decide.

No, I reserve the right to decide.

It'll be my story,, after all.

I think I've got a good idea
which animal you'll choose.

- Back to the Middle Ages?
- Brilliant.

The best time for fairy tales.

Look at this book
of architect’s drawings.

A mine of information.

Wonderful.
These buildings are awesome.

You'll find all you need to know
about the Middle Ages.

And why would this evil sorcerer

turn you into an animal?

- Because I'd disobeyed a monster.
- Of course.

And if, against this sorcerer,
you have a good fairy...

What else?

And your fairy tale's in place.

Thirteenth-century fashion.

No frills,
just a simple straight line.

The same for me.

Love that hipster look.

- Ready?
- Ready.

The Young Doe
and the Architect's Son.

Your guardian
is the best of guardians.

Yes, but he fusses
so much at times.

At least he doesn't stop you
seeing whoever you wish.

- Maud...
- Thibault...

Shameless girl.

You are not to talk to young men,
I told you that.

Certainly not to the son
of a miserable architect

who wouldn't build my church.

- I'll speak to whom I like.
- We shall see.

- You are still my ward.
- Unfortunately.

- And we two are engaged.
- Never!

My patience is at an end.

I intend to keep you locked up
under guard in my fortress,

and you will not leave
till you've agreed to be my wife.

Then I'll die there.

It's a nightmare!

That Zakariak is a monster.

My darling Maud
imprisoned in his fortress.

She can't get out, I can't get in.

To think, one of those
windows is hers.

Even if you knew which one,
it'd do you no good.

It might.

Look! That’s it!

Perhaps, perhaps not.

And even if it is,
you could never reach that window.

My father used to encourage me
to go up the scaffolding,

when I was a child.

I always said that
taking you up there was insane.

I explored all his churches.

I know the universe
of his great cathedral.

I climbed every tower,

every gable, flying buttress,

pinnacle, gargoyle,

parapet and spire.

If I could do that, I can climb
into the ogre's fortress as well.

It's madness. That's a sheer drop.
You'll kill yourself.

Or Zakariak the sorcerer
will kill you.

I can't watch.

It's easy going from here.

Why go on? It's useless.

- Maud. It's me.
-Thibault!

How did you get here?
You'll fall.

Listen, the only way
to get out of this place

is to agree to marry
this wicked sorcerer.

What? But how could you
even imagine such a thing?

Sh. It won't happen, I promise you.

This is what you must do...

Who were you talking to?

Er, who could
I have been talking to?

Locked in and guarded with
one tiny window above a sheer drop.

For some reason,
I thought of the architect's son.

He’s just a mosquito,
and mosquitoes irritate me.

You can forget him, Zakariak.

I agree to be your wife.

-You do?
- It's no contest.

He's nothing against you
and your great talents.

And I know I can get used
to being unspeakably rich

and sharing
even a fraction of your power.

I am gratified
by this total change of heart.

And so I won't hesitate to exploit
your new-found intentions.

Guard! Escort my lovely fiancée
to the windowless bedroom in the keep.

But...

Dress her in
our finest ceremonial robes.

Our wedding
takes place tomorrow!

Not only do his devilish arts
control thunder and lightning,

his power extends even to here.

To think that overnight,
he will get access to the cathedral

with all the city's bureaucrats
and dignitaries at his wedding

kneeling in submission.

Even more horrifying is the risk

you've induced Maud
to take with the wedding.

While she's in the fortress,
Maud is in his power completely.

I can do nothing

till the sorcerer takes her
to my chosen ground,

the cathedral.

My father told me secrets
that even the archbishop doesn't know.

You foolish boy, not only will
there be an army of guards,

but the sorcerer himself
will be by her side.

Zakariak. Will you take Maud

- to be your wife?
- Yes.

Maud, will you take Zakariak
to be your husband?

No.

This man is a violent beast.
A savage, as you all are.

- Why don't you do something?
- Quickly!

It’s a secret passage

that emerges in the Great Forest,

where horses are waiting for us.

Mount up!

- He's really done it.
- Let’s go!

Vile temptress!

I have lost you.

But your mosquito lover
won't have you either!

You called me a beast,

so wherever you are,
a beast is what you'll be!

Maud!

Wretched bird.
He scared your poor fiancée away.

So easily scared?

Maud has become a doe.
Does fear everything.

Then I’ll have
to coax her back somehow.

These sweets are her favourite.

Maud...

Thibault, don't feed
that foraging fowl.

You'll never get rid of him.

Deer all look alike
and deer all run away.

Cheer up, my boy.

I know of a fairy who can reverse
these sorcerer's spells.

If we can reach the Fairy of Caresses,

she'll return Maud to you
more beautiful than ever.

My father told me
of this Fairy of Caresses.

I was surprised
he'd built a palace for her.

It doesn't surprise me. Fairies
can't do everything themselves.

Besides, I suspect
she was rather fond of your father.

He had considerable charm.

He never told me
any of her palace's secrets.

Nor me, though I was his best friend.

It was a fairy's secret.

But my studies and your
knowledge of your father's work

- should open a few doors.
- Yes.

I did warn you.
Shoo that scurvy scrounger away!

Oh, he amuses me.

Bear to the right.
We're coming up to the Hollow Cliff.

All right, what we're looking for

is a star escaping
from a hole in the cliff.

Keep your wits about you.

That's where the concealed
entrance is, just below it.

When the door opens,
promise me this.

That coruscating corvid
stays outside.

He already chased off your fiancée
That's enough.

- He spotted the star before we did.
- Sheer luck.

And these scavengers love
anything that glitters.

I can’t stand them.

Amusement has no place here.

You must choose
between that ill-fated fowl

and me, your guardian.

Well, if you put it like that...

I think I've found the mechanism
to operate the door.

An air vent, so we can breathe
in this enclosed chamber.

Oh no!

That menace
will hold us back.

Well, so far, he's ahead of us.

That portcullis is one of my father’s.

See a release handle?

No.

Nothing.

- Of course!
- Where?

- On the other side.
- Oh no.

That lever. Just there.
It's well out of reach.

If only I could get
the crow to move it.

Good crow...

Go and perch on that lever.

Just there.

Well done, lovely crow!

This time, pessimist guardian,
the crow has saved us.

Until the next disaster.

- Cornered like rats.
- No.

This is my father's favourite
puzzle. Watch this.

One, two, three, four, five,

six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

- Oh no!
- What is it?

Our fairy's inside that egg. When
she gets bored, little by little,

the egg forms round her
and she is enclosed

till something
interesting happens.

So near our goal.

- Right. We must break the egg.
- Hold on.

That shell, alas,
will break your sword.

All the same, I'll try.

All right! Do better!
Smarty beak.

Thank you.

I've been shut in that for so long.

What can I do for you
to repay you?

The girl I love
was transformed into a deer.

Well, one caress

and your beloved
will be yours once more.

- Where is the deer?
- Well, I don't know.

Don't know?
What do you mean?

How can I caress her
and change her back?

She has to be here.

Bear, deer, swan, wolf,
I've changed 'em all, but...

We were sure
that you'd be able

to fix our transformation
problem as well.

Can you at least do something
to silence that cacophonic corvus?

He just has lots to say.

Well, can you understand
bird language?

Sorry, no.

But my cousin, the Bird Fairy,
she can speak it fluently.

All right. Then we must get
to your cousin the Bird Fairy.

You must go to Bird Island in
the Sixth Ocean. That’s where she is.

- Oh, no! That's the ends of the earth.
- Yes.

My loyal bird, will you agree

to come with me
to the ends of the earth

to save my only true love?

Well. So, he didn't
turn me into a deer.

My prince,
you were very slow to give me a caress.

I won't be again...

Maud...

Thibault...

Good Fairy, I have to admit,
I cannot understand

just how Maud regained
human form again.

Oh, really, sir,
do you need an explanation of love?

But it's you who have the power
to reverse an evil spell. Not Thibault.

My dear man,
despite all you know of science,

you are still very naive.

The magic that passes
between boy and girl

goes well beyond any power
of us poor fairies.

I noticed he caressed the crow

tenderly, with ease, even science.

This young man clearly has talent.

I feel that he's like you.

Really?

And I feel that

he's more like his father.

Er, you mean...

Sir, a fairy's secret

remains her secret.