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