.
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..