Storyteller,
what story will you tell?
The one you'd like.
I’d like one that happens in Egypt.
No! In Sudan.
No, in Morocco!
- No, in Auvergne!
- Where's that?
- Where I was born.
- There are no tales there.
Yes, they have a lot.
If they didn’t have any,
I’d make them up.
A story with a woman.
- No! First with a man.
- Where they love each other.
Yes, but others won’t.
- With costumes!
- Jewellery!
- A serious story.
- A fantasy!
With a huge army.
- With a song!
- No k*lling!
- With a red ball.
- A red crown.
Anything at all!
- A camel!
- With princesses!
Enough of princesses!
- With an executioner.
- That’s not right is it?
- A sweet life.
- Doughnuts.
Stop!
She can’t put all that in!
Yes! You've given me ideas.
And for many tales…
Will you tell several?
Yes. People with one story
have little imagination.
Anyway, I’d be bored.
Us too.
- In the land of Kush...
- Kush?
It was a kingdom in Sudan,
3,000 years ago.
Imagine being inside a palace.
A woman in lovely clothes,
but she's not nice at all.
What's the name of this tale?
Actually, I’m hesitant between two titles.
"Tanoukamani and the Gods"
Or maybe shorter is better…
"Pharaoh"
No!
Tanoukamani, you’re too small a king,
to claim the divine Nasalsa...
The most beautiful of all...
my daughter.
My country's as big as yours.
Nasalsa is too great for you.
She’s the daughter of a god.
And only Pharaoh is worthy.
You’re joking...
Nobody thinks about us up there.
Only Pharaoh will marry Nasalsa,
the most beautiful of all.
- But I…
- This conversation is over.
- Tanoukamani…
- Nasalsa…
Now that my father is dead,
my mother makes him a god...
to betray him!
As wife of a god...
...she is more powerful.
And I’m made harder to get.
Your father wanted our union
and that of our two countries.
She… gives you to Pharaoh!
No! We are too far away.
She knows that Pharaoh
will never hear of me.
So why say that she
will marry you to Pharaoh?
So I never get married
and she retains power.
Because, if I got married,
she'd no longer be regent...
...and I’d be queen.
You are my queen!
Become my pharaoh.
You’re making fun of me.
like your mother?
My mother speaks of Pharaoh,
so I don’t get married.
Become a pharaoh
so I can marry you.
- You're crazy!
- No!
I love you and I believe in you.
You are a young king...
but you've already conquered provinces,
and you've kept them.
For your infantrymen and your archers
are also masons and gardeners.
Oh, Khnum, god of the waterfalls
and maker of our bodies...
...accept these flowers and advise me.
Tanoukamani,
why do you ask me for advice?
Your girlfriend already gave it to you.
But will I succeed?
Who lives will see.
You made me offerings
and you maintain my temple.
As long as you’re in my province,
I’ll look after you.
But why all those big moves?
Tomorrow, we’re going
to conquer Egypt.
I will be… Pharaoh.
Egypt…
We are in Egypt,
to conquer her!
What madness!
Thank you, noble vizier,
for accompanying me,
despite your disapproval.
You are my king.
I fear this journey…
but here we are.
I will devote myself to it
with all my might.
Thank you, my noble vizier.
Our warrior builders
will do wonders.
-And the gold of the land of Kush.
I wonder what Nasalsa
is doing right now…
You've no idea what it takes
to rule a whole country.
You're winning because I've got
many other things on my mind.
I'm winning because I played
a lot with Tanoukamani.
I hear your Tanoukamani
has already abandoned his country.
I knew it! He wasn’t big enough…
You got out of it nicely.
I didn’t expect
to find this poverty.
But where is the army?
Far north.
Where there are attacks
by the peoples of the sea.
And where Pharaoh lives.
See to the horses.
Let us build water-cranes,
to moisten the soil...
so it can be seeded.
And have the temple
of great Osiris restored.
O great Osiris...
god of Purity and Eternity...
receive these flowers
and advise me.
Advice about what?
Khnum already gave you advice.
You just conquered a province
without a problem.
Keep going.
But will I succeed?
-Who lives will see.
You did well by my city
and my sanctuary.
I’ll look favourably on you
until the next province.
Who are you writing to?
Who could I write to?
To your wretched Tanoukamani.
I don’t know where he is.
And you wouldn’t allow
a messenger to take it.
Or any to come.
I’m just practicing an art
that my father taught me.
Phooey! That was one
of his fantasies!
But a princess doesn’t need
to know how to write.
The scribe is there
to write what she says.
Thebes…
Karnac.…
Those troops are running away...
but they're keeping together,
so they're dangerous.
Yes.
But it's the priests of Amon
who have true power...
installed in the largest temple
in all of Egypt.
With a walkway to Aries
and a portico plated with gold,
with Lebanon cedar,
perfumed with the myrrh...
and the doors be made of electrum,
for the glory of the great god Amon-Ra,
Master of the Thrones of the Two Lands!
O, Amon...
god of victory...
king of the gods...
accept the praise of your home
and receive these flowers.
And advise me.
What advice?
Osiris already gave you advice.
My priests are working
to decide your fate.
But will I succeed?
Who lives will see.
Tanoukamani, we've been watching you.
since you came to Egypt.
The Pharaoh of Memphis
is far away and weak.
You are here
and you're determined...
and… generous.
You’re the pharaoh
we’ve been waiting for!
Tanoukamani...
Amon, Sun to the Horizon,
Pharaoh of Upper Egypt!
Bow down...
...before the son of Amon-Ra,
the Lord, the Lord of the gods!
If only Nasalsa could see me…
A princess does not fish!
I have so many good fishing memories
with my father and Tanoukamani…
Forget these men!
They don’t exist anymore.
You have the white crown.
Enjoy your country, Upper Egypt.
Tomorrow you’ll be
in enemy territory...
For the Land of the Red Crown
will resist.
We're coming to
the Land of !sis...
the sovereign goddess of the gods.
Long live the pharaoh!
Long live Tanoukamani, our new king!
Long live our new pharaoh!
Glory to Tanoukamani!
Oh, wise !sis...
sister, wife, mother...
Advise me!
Advice abut what?
Amon already gave you advice.
-Will you help me
to conquer the next province?
You have behaved well to me.
I’ll protect your way,
as long as it’s in my name.
Who lives will see.
But the journey is over.
Memphis is approaching.
The capital of Lower Egypt
shelters the pharaoh...
who remains invisible,
but which is defended by an army
ready to destroy us.
-The protector of the province is Sekhmet,
goddess of Re’s wrath.
O mighty Sekhmet, queen…
Tanoukamani,
master of Upper Egypt,
Like of the others,
you ask me what to do?
No.
No advice?
I know what to do.
Make w*r… and win it!
I like that answer.
Will you protect me?
I protect those who quell their fears
and those who think.
Who lives will see!
-Their army seems like
an unyielding wall…
My body trembles a little...
but I’m ready.
Our well-placed archers
are ready to let go with a barrage.
- We don’t see their pharaoh.
- No, it will happen without him.
This is all stupid.
Warriors, stop!
What's he doing?
People of Memphis...
Where is your pharaoh?
He is safe in the city
that we are defending!
Soldiers of Memphis...
You know the reputation
of the archers from the land of Kush.
They just positioned themselves
on either side of your battalion.
On both sides of you...
...are our archers...
who never miss their target.
In front of you
...our foot soldiers, ready
with their long javelins.
Behind you, the city walls
that cut off your retreat...
I claim to be
your new pharaoh.
Am I going to start,
by k*lling my own subjects?
The wealth of the nation?
And slaughter
part of my army?
For I know your valour!
Generals of Memphis...
soldiers of Memphis...
Princes of Memphis...
priests of Memphis...
people of Memphis...
The gods are with me!
I don’t want this battle!
Surrender... and I will give you
many blessings!
Our former pharaoh
has just fled by sea.
Tanoukamani...
...blessed by the gods...
We accept becoming your subjects!
And we recognise you...
...as pharaoh of the Two Lands!
Long live Tanoukamani...
...blessed by the gods...
...master of both countries.
I congratulate you.
Oh, my pharaoh!
The gods helped me
all the way…
It’s an illusion.
The gods have never
done anything for you.
You did it alone,
inspired by Nasalsa.
It seems that a pretender approaches
to ask for my hand.
Yet another pretender
who’ll fall flat on his face.
Mother...
the suitor and his men
are approaching to the city…
He must wait for me to be ready.
Where does he come from?
From Egypt.
From Egypt?
Yes, said the Pharaoh.
The Pharaoh?
He is begging you
to receive him outside...
...for the door of the palace
is too small for him.
Tanoukamani?
Thank you, noble regent....
...for preserving Nasalsa for me,
the most beautiful of all.
You shall still have every right,
when you retire.
Nasalsa, come here.
I am Tanoukamani,
pharaoh of the Two Lands.
This is Nasalsa, Queen of Egypt!
Long live the queen!
Long live Nasalsa!
When we've liked a story...
...we don’t want to talk
right away.
We have to let it
settle in to us for a bit.
Yes.
I’ll move gently
into the next tale.
We’re getting closer to our time.
The Middle Ages,
six or seven centuries ago.
At first, the tale's
not very cheerful.
It’ll get better later.
Imagine a castle in Auvergne.
In the castle, a large room.
In the large room,
a little boy.
What’s the title?
Beau Sauvage.
Gillyflower...
Gillyflower...
You’re boring me
with this song!
- Get out!
- Yes, Father.
Go play in the yard...
where I can’t hear you anymore!
-Prisoner,
Will you give me the ball back?
Thank you, prisoner.
Gillyflower...
Gillyflower
We do not...
...do not know…
Stop this nonsense!
- Get out!
- Yes, Father.
Prisoner?
Would you give me my ball back?
Thank you, prisoner.
Would you give me my ball back?
Thank you, prisoner.
Prisoner?
Why, every time...
...do you expect me to ask
to give me my ball back?
So as to hear your voice.
It's like music
that gives me life.
And it reminds me
of another piece of music...
...the voice of my little daughter...
...who I miss more
than anything in the world.
What's she like?
She's as beautiful
as the dawn.
And sweet...
As sweet as an angel.
I want to play with her.
Oh, delight…
Oh, despair…
What are you doing there?
Get down! Get out!
Yes father.
Prisoner,
would you give me back my ball?
Thank you, prisoner.
What games does
your daughter play?
Hopscotch.
Skipping rope, I think.
She loves to walk in the woods
with her friends.
- She has friends?
- She has many.
She’s so sweet,
everyone loves her.
She sings all day too.
What does she sing?
Alas, everything is fading away.
Gilly... flower…
Gillyflower…
We don’t even know each other
Gillyflower…
Gillyflower…
But we already love each other
This book is not for you!
Get off my throne!
And get out of my room!
Yes, Father.
Thank you, prisoner.
Child, don’t throw the ball
down to me again.
Throw me... the keys.
The door wide open!
The prisoner is gone!
By the devil, jailer...
...you will pay for this betrayal
with your life!
It wasn't me!
The keys were at the head of my bed
and disappeared!
You were in charge.
You will die.
Executioner! Take him
and hang him right now!
It wasn't me! No!
Please! No, please!
Father, it wasn't him
who gave the keys.
Who, then?
Me.
What? You?
The man had to find
his little daughter.
What nonsense is this?
Betrayed by my own son!
The crime is even greater!
You’re going to die!
Lord, I shall need a thin rope
for such a light body.
Manant, that runt is a noble.
He will die by the sword.
But his blood as a traitor
will not defile my castle.
Gamekeepers...
Take him to the bottom of the woods.
Take his life.
And let his body serve as food
for the wild animals!
Are you going to k*ll me?
He was a man...
...but he was nice.
And he needed his little girl.
And the little girl needed him.
Please... don’t k*ll me.
I won't k*ll you...
you poor heroic little boy.
You are right.
I won’t do this.
Go into the forest.
And hide well,
and stay there!
If you're found alive...
...your father would hang us.
You must defend yourself alone,
against hunger, cold and beasts.
Here, take my bow and arrows.
Here, take my knife.
Take my haversack.
There’s a bread, a cheese...
...and a canteen,
with water mixed with wine.
Take my sheepskin jacket.
It will be cold tonight.
Goodbye, kid.
Heaven protect you!
Thank you.
Gillyflower… Gillyflower…
We don't even know each other...
Gillyflower…
But we already love each other
-But we already love each other
Sir Provost!
Provost, what does this
appearance mean?
Lord...
...it means that I met
Beau Sauvage.
That ridiculous name again!
He's certainly a savage...
Living in the trees of the forest,
and only letting himself be glimpsed
through the foliage.
And handsome, I saw him...
...alas, up close.
He looks like
the golden angel of your chapel.
You are blasphemous!
But, disbelievers...
...you were not to go
through the forest...
...especially carrying money!
I'm quite aware of that!
So I made the detour.
But now Beau Sauvage
is also rampant outside the forest.
No one is safe,
wherever there’s a tree.
I’ll have them all cut down!
I was returning
from your mountain villages.
The increased rents are giving
a tidy sum of money.
I was accompanied
by my giant bodyguard...
...who helps so well in making
the unwilling peasants pay.
We passed under a great oak...
...when Beau Sauvage dropped
onto my guard and took him down.
I then whipped my mule to a trot,
and saved myself...
...letting the two men
fight to their heart’s content.
Having ridden a long way,
I thought I was out of danger.
But imagine!
Beau Sauvage had reached
my trotting mule and I...
...passed us without effort...
...has stopped my a*s
and taken me down...
and stripped me of everything!
The money bag...
...and my clothes..
They were new clothes!
And also, my mule.
Such a good mule!
I had to walk home
all this way!
Me... on foot!
I'm exhausted.
Get up! Get dressed,
and return to those villages...
...with my guard...
...and make the peasants cough up
what Beau Sauvage took.
Besides, they say this monster
gives the money to the poor.
Let’s get back what's ours.
Those monks are late
with their chest.
The abbey’s treasure
is no small thing...
...and must be very heavy.
Those monks are all weaklings.
Sires, the monks
of the abbey of Saint-Alyre!
Here are some gold objects...
...given to you by
the Reverend Father Abbot...
...as thanks for your
generous protection.
Good, good.
We pray to you, Lord.
to forgive our delay.
The sun was burning...
...and the chest was heavy.
Sure. Come on.
Thank God...
...some beggar-monks
helped us.
That’s good. Open it!
These holy men had besides
an excellent wine...
...they shared
as good Christians.
Very good. The key?
Here it is.
It is unique.
I will confess...
...that we have ourselves
have had a little nap...
...to recover under the shade
of a noble oak…
Just open that chest!
Behold, behold, Lord!
Oh! I don’t understand.
Yet it is the right key…
Provost Marshal,
you’re used to chests...
Do something about it!
Executioner, turn this key
and get it over with!
Well go and get my locksmith!
What is this mystery?
I opened that chest
a hundred times!
Here I am, Sire.
Open this chest.
Ah, monk, are you sure
that this is your chest?
Sir, I am a canon.
How am I sure
that this is my chest?
I've known this old chest
since I became a monk!
This chest is new.
But heaven forgive me...
This chest is getting younger!
What is this wonder?
And the lock is fake.
The safe is unlocked.
My goodness! Pebbles!
Pebbles!
But… I myself put the
gold objects in the trunk.
Is this a sign from heaven?
Pebbles!
Nothing but pebbles!
There is also a sprig of gentian.
The signature
of Beau Sauvage
The Provost Marshal is slow
returning from the lower villages.
He’s going to be bringing
much more than usual!
My elite guard, who accompanies
that idiot, does wonders.
Not only can my men
get the rabble to cough up...
...they'll also stop Beau Sauvage
from disrespecting my provost marshal.
The Provost Marshal!
But surely… one man
couldn’t get you in this state!
Indeed, the Beautiful Savage
was not alone.
Who was he with?
With the peasants,
and they were armed.
And I think I saw
your own gamekeeper.
Is that wretched gamekeeper
hanged yet?
We’re almost there.
Executioner and condemned
are on the platform.
A monk is climbing the ladder.
I can’t see what’s going on.
Beau Sauvage is coming down,
loaded!
He prevented the hanging?
- Not quite.
- What do you mean, not quite?
There is a hanged man.
at the end of the rope...
...but it’s the executioner.
The executioner,
that's mad!
This is terrible!
Such a good executioner!
Do we have a replacement?
There's no one.
Yet with the salary
that I'm offering…
It’s just this job
is very particular.
And people don’t want
to go crazy.
The fools!
Oh! Men are laying down firewood
around the gallows.
- Are you planning a burning?
- No.
But the idea is good.
We’ll burn Beau Sauvage alive.
There's a horseman coming,
carrying a flaming torch.
It’s the Beau Sauvage!
The horse jumps.
the rider throws his torch...
The wood is burning!
What a blaze! What a blaze!
Lord, the gibbet burns!
Lord, the gallows
is tumbling over!
And it comes down
onto your court!
The roof is shattered...
...and fire is taking hold.
That all my soldiers,
all my guards, all my valets..
Encircle the territory
of this savage...
...and k*ll him!
Sire, you know the duke’s troops
are advancing dangerously.
Don't be left defenseless.
Are you questioning my orders?
Obey!
Lord, you'll never again see those
sent to capture the Beau Sauvage.
He k*lled them all?
No, he spoke to them.
What's all that commotion?
Your enemy is coming with his army.
Flee...
You have no protection.
Everyone has left the castle.
And I’m leaving too.
Flee... they’re coming up.
Flee?
Yokel! Who do you think I am?
- Farewell, Lord.
- What?! You’re still here?
Despicable creature,
the dungeon where you held me
will be your tomb.
But it’s not for me
that I make you pay...
It’s the m*rder of your noble child.
I loved him like a son...
...and his loss still torments me.
You are going to die slowly...
because no one will feed you.
Only one could have defended you...
...but you k*lled him.
He was not k*lled.
I’m that man’s son.
I’m the kid with the ball...
...the child with the key.
This man will be
neither imprisoned nor k*lled.
How can you save
such a m*rder*r?
By not being a m*rder*r.
I'll stop that curse.
Father, everything has collapsed
around you.
There is nothing left.
But you are alive.
You’re going to rebuild.
I’ll bring you the stones.
Noble Savage...
...dispel a mystery.
How come my troops
have been able to advance in the country
as easily,
and the castle is deserted?
The castle soldiers
have joined me.
The servants saw
that my father had no power.
For your progress in the country,
where people love me...
...I had given instructions.
Why?
I knew only your voice,
and, later, your reputation.
I wanted to meet you.
I also wanted to hear from you
about your daughter.
- You have not forgotten…
- No.
My daughter grew up
beautiful and kind.
And she’s in love...
...with two boys she's never met.
One is the child who freed me...
the other is the hero we call…
Beau Sauvage.
And when she sees you in person,
she’ll love you thrice over.
And... when will she see me?
Now.
She's accompanied me everywhere.
Her guards are waiting for the sign
that she can proceed safely.
I’m on a little cloud.
I'd guessed who Beau Sauvage was!
I don’t. I’m an idiot.
Oh no...
You let the story carry you.
We move forward in time...
the eighteenth century.
- Why?
- I like the 18th century.
I’ll tell you a fantasy
of yesteryear...
...in the amazing Turkish costumes
of the time.
The beginning comes from
a Moroccan tale.
What title?
-My title is…
The Princess of Roses
and the Prince of doughnuts.
Let him go.
He’s quick, he’ll melt
into the market crowd.
He's finished.
We’ll catch him later.
Butchers now have the power.
I will never rule my country.
But I got the chance
to escape the K*llers.
I’m going to go far...
Far away.
Farewell, my palace.
Farewell, my city.
Farewell, my country.
But hello to a changing life
that continues.
What a city!
So ironic…
I almost married
the local princess.
The Princess of Roses.
What a beautiful portrait I was sent…
I’ve never been that close to her...
...but our worlds have
never been so far apart.
I no longer exist.
I’m just a nobody,
looking for work.
Another assistant gone!
If you were more lenient,
your assistants would stay.
I'll speak to them as I wish!
And if you were pleasant,
your customers would come back!
How are my doughnuts?
Wait until I have an assistant!
Here he is, he’s found!
Can you cook?
No, but I can learn.
- Young people! All ignorant.
- Take him.
He’s a good-looking boy...
He'll attract customers...
Which is not your strong suit.
Princess of the Roses…
That’s a nice name.
A little corny, maybe.
No big deal.
Your doughnuts are too small,
you idiot!
Some customers
will like them, I think.
We don’t think here.
we follow the recipe!
Princess of the Roses…
His portrait had made me dream,
at the time.
"What’s that twist?
You idiot!"
I invented a shape.
We don’t invent here.
we follow the recipe!
Princess of the Roses.
But one portrait
is really not enough.
Did you add an ingredient?
Yes, a pinch of cinnamon,
to innovate.
We don't innovate here...
we follow the recipe!
Give me a taste.
A perfect balance.
I want a dozen.
Right away,
my dear lady!
What a foolish custom,
to marry without knowing the other.
And that Princess of the Roses,
I would have known her well…
Make way!
Make way for the Grand Vizier!
One doughnut, please.
Well, bring a doughnut
to His Excellency, the Grand Vizier!
Cinnamon…
Her Highness,
the Princess of the Roses...
...wants to eat market doughnuts.
These doughnuts will do.
You will deliver 30 to the palace...
...within the hour.
Make way for the Grand Vizier!
I’m going to see the princess!
You idiot!
A princess can’t be seen.
- Let alone for a street seller!
- They say she is very beautiful.
They say anything!
Some have seen a portrait.
Her father sends them
to all the princes.
You need a good painter,
not a good model!
Latest weapon from Damascus,
the damascene.
Iznik ceramics!
Variegated.
Ripe watermelons...
Red, like a girl
with beauty spots.
Fresh, fresh!
Arabian dates, honey!
Succulent Armenian kebabs...
Bulgarian yogurt!
So sweet!
Enjoy these Jewish dumplings!
Currants, so sweet!
Less than those of Smyrna!
Turkish delight...
jewels that melt in the mouth!
Spices from everywhere,
make your cuisine even better.
Honey from Romania!
Come and see the new
doughnut seller from the market.
How cute!
And so curly!
Who is your hairdresser,
nice doughnut merchant?
-Uh… the wind.
And where are you from?
From where wind comes.
-Your first name?
The son of the wind!
- He answers pretty well.
- But he creates mysteries!
You’ll see... he’ll say
that he's a prince!
Ah, that!
I promise I won't tell you that.
Fluffy…
Light…
Scented…
Stop! There won't be any left
for the princess!
The princess has good qualities...
But patience
isn't one of them.
Goodbye, handsome doughnut seller!
-Your doughnuts will go
to the princess.
She'll love them.
- You’ll be back tomorrow.
- With 50 doughnuts.
At least!
He’s the new doughnut seller.
A marvel!
The most handsome boy in town!
A handsome boy?
I want to see him!
Tomorrow, bring him into the room
where I examine the princes.
I’m going to the Princess of the Roses!
I work for the Princess of the Roses!
I feed the Princess of the Roses!
It’s funny, you know,
but it doesn’t help me.
Come on! Faster than that, lazy!
The princess hates to wait!
Handsome doughnut seller,
here you are at last!
We were worried.
Perhaps you had fallen
into your fryer?!
I'm very careful.
I wanted to see
you beautiful ladies again.
- I added doughnuts for you.
- Oh, how kind!
Follow us,
generous doughnut seller...
...for a little secret visit.
Thank you for showing me
these splendours.
You are here
for the princess to see you.
Shall I see her?
Don't be absurd!
It’s a one-way view.
Where does the princess hide?
It’s a secret.
You’ll never know.
Handsome seller of doughnuts...
...would you like to spend
a few moments with me?
A few moments…
And all my life, if you wish.
So… find a way
to come to my chambers...
...or get me out.
Help me, beautiful ladies,
you who know more than me!
What we know,
is that you’ll never get in,
into the princess’s chambers.
If, by a miracle, you could do it,
you would be quickly spotted…
...and strangled.
So would we.
As for getting the princess out,
it’s also impossible.
If, by a miracle,
you could do it...
...she would be hunted,
found, and strangled.
You too, of course.
-Now that I’ve seen her
and heard…
...I’m in love forever!
I’m not happy delivering
doughnuts anymore.
Impossible to meet
in the palace.
Impossible to meet
outside the palace.
Is there a gap between the two?
I’m going to strike a blow!
What blow,
cute doughnut salesman?
- I’m starting my own business.
- Good news!
Consider that you already
have a loyal customer!
Are you coming now?
Lout! Good for nothing!
Another delay like that
and you're fired!
Thank you for teaching me
how to make doughnuts.
I have to go now.
I wish you well.
Well, you had it coming!
Attention, ladies!
This big doughnut with a rose bud
is for the princess!
Oh, how pretty!
How lovely!
- What is it?
- Nothing…
A lump.
- A lump?
- That handsome man is slipping!
No, no!
The doughnut is delicious.
But suddenly I’m not hungry.
And I have a terrible need to sleep.
You can give me a moment.
Beautiful princess...
I just set up my own business.
Near the rear wall of the palace,
I bought a little house.
You will find it thanks to
the two pine trees on the patio.
If you can approach the wall...
...throw me a rock,
wrapped with your answer.
I've started digging
a tunnel to you.
My handsome doughnut seller,
what good news!
I can sneak into the wall...
...which is built
on an ancient buried palace...
...that is said to be haunted.
This is perfect!
No nuisance dares go that way.
I have discovered a nice
old room, under the wall.
Dig in to the right.
Don’t go to the left.
It’s the death-row cell.
I eagerly await
your doughnut tomorrow.
Oh yes, I’m digging.
I’m digging all night!
And all day long, I shudder,
I’m going for doughnuts.
And customers are coming…
It’s an exciting life.
I’m on the wall.
Is there a way to get in
through these stones?
I also work all night
to fix our secret living room.
Yes, there is a way.
A corner of the pavement is broken
and you can open that way.
When the moon rises, I’ll
start banging with my trowel.
You head towards the sound.
Do you hear?
It’s coming from under the wall.
The old palace!
The old haunted palace…
Full of evil genies!
Let’s move away… and quickly!
Welcome, handsome
doughnut seller.
Good evening,
beautiful princess.
What do you think
of our little home?
It's like mine.
How? Does it look like
a doughnut stall?
No, like a palace!
In fact, at the bottom
of it all...
...I am a prince.
A prince? What a disappointment!
But you're a princess!
I know all too well.
My servants are freer than me.
But I’m sick and tired of princes!
They come every day.
My father sends my portrait
to anyone.
I know…
A doughnut seller was to be
so much more fascinating!
But I’m a doughnut seller!
And I make them myself!
Yes...
And so well…
- You smell good…
- Ah yes?
You smell like frying.
It’s delicious…
And you smell of roses...
More precisely, rose jam.
It’s my big specialty.
Sit down, I’ll serve you
the one I just made.
I made pistachio doughnuts.
Exactly what we needed.
Something's not right.
What?
You seem impoverished.
...a poor doughnut seller,
yet you buy a house with patio,
...and all kitchen equipment,
and oil, flour, sugar…
Easy!
I sold a button from my jacket.
Don’t tell me anything!
When I escaped the K*llers,
I only had my jacket.
But it was a prince’s jacket...
...with diamond buttons.
I understand! I like
when stories make sense.
Like 'The Black Diamond'.
Do you know it?
No! Tell me!
Very well...
Once upon a time...
...at the top of the mountain
of Chrysoprase...
...in the black eagle’s nest...
...lived an ivory princess.
So the Jet Prince
and the Ivory Princess...
...could finally get married,
be happy...
...and have many children.
-What a tale…
What a storyteller!
What time do you think it is?
Oh my God, it's past midnight!
It's 5 in the morning...
The sun will soon rise!
I didn’t see time pass!
Goodbye! I’m going
o prepare my doughnuts!
I’ll be eagerly waiting for mine!
He writes nice things…
What she writes is lovely.
Good evening, beautiful princess.
Good evening, handsome doughnut seller.
Tonight, zucchini doughnuts.
And jam of Damascus roses,
my favorite.
-I sold a second button!
Can you play it?
- Do you hear the genies?
- Ah yes.
- Well… it’s prettier than yesterday.
- Perhaps, but I don't trust it.
- Let’s hurry up.
- It’s safer.
But… I would have stayed a while.
Tell me, Vizier...
Isn’t there music around here?
Indeed, Lord Sultan...
Your Highness has sharp hearing.
It’s very nice.
Let’s get closer.
It seems to come from the city.
Certainly, Lord Sultan.
Nothing escapes the sagacity
of Your Highness.
Lord, it’s not from the city!
It comes from the old palace
that's buried and cursed!
Stay away from it!
Surely, Vizier...
you don’t believe that nonsense?
This is not nonsense!
We’ve believed in it for a long time.
What an argument!
We don’t know what evil
is taking place beneath us!
Devils?
They’re more like angels.
This music is heavenly.
How well it goes
with the moonlight…
But where are
these musical angels?
Lord, not this way!
Come on, come on, Vizier.
But what is this staircase..
...that flowering bushes
hide from view?
Lord, do not go down!
Let’s go, Vizier.
Let’s see what’s going on
under our palace.
Guards!
Come protect the Grand Vizier!
He's afraid!
Vizier…
- My daughter!
- The doughnut seller!
My daughter, dishonoured
by a man, doughnut seller!
Guards! Seize these criminals.
Throw them in the dungeon.
It’s convenient, it’s next door!
Triple-lock them in,
and stay outside the door!
It’s their last moment together.
They'll only come out...
...to be whipped
in the public square...
...then beheaded!
Our life was very short.
And our happiness,
even shorter.
We shall live long...
...be happy
and have many children…
Stop!
The tales are over.
Tomorrow, when the executioners
will come for us...
...they’ll find the dungeon empty.
Is the misfortune that
makes you lose your mind?
Abduction by genies.
Are you delirious?
No, actually, it’s my magic ladle
that will liberate us.
You have gone mad.
My best ladle is nearby.
A ladle?
I’m going crazy, too!
When you told me to avoid the dungeon
on the left, I went there.
You never know…
It was hard,
but I was able to recognize the place.
I left my ladle as leverage…
Go ahead!
I’ll put the slab down, then,
so that people...
...are astounded
by our disappearance.
The genies did it all.
- I would have liked to visit your house.
- No time. Hurry!
Quickly... For your jewelry.
- Do you have doughnuts?
- You think of everything!
And dates and dried figs,
juicy mandarins and Turkish delight.
- Don't forget the canteen!
- Especially not.
Put these old slippers on
to protect you.
And you cover yourself with my jacket,
that protected me from the sun.
-What about you?
The basket will shelter me.
- We’ll take the night caravan.
- A caravan at night?
That makes it possible to make way
before the burning sun.
And where does this caravan go?
I have no idea.
How wonderful!
The important thing
is to go with you.
We shall discover the world.
Ever since I met you,
I’m not bored anymore!
Bandits!
Get off your camels.
You will not be harmed,
if you obey.
Here, here…
A female I like.
You’re going to be
my submissive sl*ve.
Bandits! One false move...
...and I k*ll your leader!
Drop your weapons
and get off your mounts!
Obey him!
And you, tie them!
Unbelievable!
The caravan is saved!
The poor boy and poor girl
are heroes!
Thank you, rescuers!
Long live the prince
and the princess!
Prince and princess?
Are you kidding us?
No!
You are the prince and princess
of the caravan!
We’ll get you dressed
like never before!
And carry you!
We had wanted to go unnoticed.
That was a failure!
I was a little impulsive.
You know, I’m not used to
the way they talk to me.
Never get used to it.
You did a great job!
You too.
Without your voice and his sword,
I didn’t stand a chance.
And here you are again,
brighter than ever.
And you are not bad,
dressed up like a prince.
I'm not dressed up!
Yes…
I’m in a costume.
I was happy, as a seller...
...coming and going as I liked,
in the city and with the people...
...and creating my business.
And before you...
And the way that you loved me.
-I am also in disguise.
For the first time in my life,
I find myself without a jewel...
...out of the palace,
incredibly light...
...free, and being myself.
And I did it...
...with you.
And here I am again, loaded
with those ornaments I forgot.
I already hear people saying...
You can’t escape your destiny.
No. Not long ago, my fate as a prince
was to get me slaughtered.
The invaders were the strongest.
But I was the nimblest
and I slipped through their fingers.
Then my fate
as a doughnut seller...
...meant I could never
claim a princess.
You said to find a way.
I’ve found it.
My destiny as a princess
was to be married to anyone who…
...was my father's choice.
But now I’m far away,
with the boy I love.
Our destiny...
...is luck and our decisions.
These turbans clash
with the decision...
...to get closer.
For now, we decide...
...to be happy
in this comfortable palanquin...
...with its soft cushions
and its shiny baubles.
Yes. We are fine.
The journey is delightful...
...heading for life…
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