.
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disruptive book be withdrawn from circulation.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