A Thousand and One Erotic Nights (1982) - full transcript
A sheik's concubine, who has displeased him and has been ordered by him to be executed, strikes a deal with him: her execution will be postponed as long as she will relate one erotic tale to him each night.
Long ago, in the
ancient kingdom of Asia Minor,
there lived a sultan
whose name was Chaka Khan
and who claimed to be
a direct descendant
of the great Genghis Khan.
It was only a claim,
but then being sultan
gave him the right to lay
claim to whatever he wished.
His word was law.
It was good to be the Sultan.
Among the Sultan's
greatest treasures
was the most charming
and beautiful harem
in all of Asia Minor and
among them was a jewel.
Her name was Scheherazade
and she lived by her wits
as well as her beauty.
As our story begins,
the Sultan was already
married and at war.
- I am ready, my
Lord Sultan, ask.
- What I must know
from the stars is this,
should I lead my men out
in search of the enemy
or wait for him to attack?
The
Sultan loved his wife
and trusted her completely.
Unfortunately, the Sultana
did not return the favor.
Don't tease, give it back
Tell me!
The sultan is ugly, you're
handsome
What else?
The sultan is like
a pin
and mine?
A monster! Please!
Just put the head in
Do that and I promise
You will soon be sultan
Please
and where is the sultan now?
With his advisors
Please don't tease
Make love to me
Does my lady the sultana
command it?
Yes
Then I obey
- I see that the sun enters
Gemini 12 days hence.
- Is that good?
- That is good, my Lord.
A full moon occurs in mid
heavens two days later.
- Is that also good?
- No my Lord, that is bad,
but Mars is close to
Saturn in Capricorn
and that, my Lord, is--
- Yes?
- Good.
The time is right for battle.
- I did not ask if
the time is ripe,
I asked if I should march
out against the enemy
or wait for him to attack.
- The stars give
signs of victory.
However there is
something that worries me.
- Yes?
- The planets, especially
Jupiter and Venus.
- What does that mean?
- Because of the position
of Jupiter to Venus,
the planet Mars is in decline.
- That is bad.
- No my Lord Sultan,
that is good,
but then, Jupiter
moves into Libra.
- Which is bad?
- No.
- Which is good?
- No.
- Then what?
- Well I don't
really know, my Lord,
I cannot read the stars
further than that.
- Thank you, Chief Astrologer,
you've been a big help.
Where is General Sargon?
I must speak with
someone who is sane.
- The general is at camp with
his troops, Your Majesty.
I'll leave at once.
- No, no, I'll go myself.
I need some fresh air.
Tell the Sultana I'm gone.
As soon as she
returns, Your Majesty.
The Sultana rose early
and is out for a ride.
Meanwhile,
the Sultan was galloping
towards Sargon's camp.
- Do you like surprises?
- Yes, tell me.
- You are sure?
- Yes, what is it?
- I'll show you.
He's a gift.
- Is he bigger than you?
- Bigger?
Look, see for yourself.
As the Sultan
approached General Sargon's tent,
he stopped and for a moment,
he thought he heard the
voice of the Sultana.
It was impossible.
Then, he heard it again,
and in a timber that
was particular to her,
only on certain occasions.
The Sultan's heart sank.
Stealthfully he crept
up and with his dagger,
he made a slit in the tent.
Gathering his courage,
he looked inside.
It was worse than he imagined.
His most trusted ally
and his beloved Sultana
were uniting against him
and plotting his overthrow.
The Sultan watched and listened.
In this way, he
learned their plans
and being ready, defeated them.
The Sultan celebrated his
victory with lust and full joy.
So long did he brood over
the betrayal by his wife
that he eventually
became persuaded
that no woman was to be trusted.
He resolved that each night,
he would choose a
girl from his harem
and after passing
one night with her,
she would be strangled
in the morning.
This, he believed,
would be a sure cure
against any future disloyalty.
Every night before supper,
the harem keeper would approach
with a basket filled with tiles.
A girl's name was
inscribed on each tile
and once picked,
her fate was sealed.
Tonight would be her
last night on Earth.
Who is your choice
for tonight, my Lord Sultan?
Scheherazade, you
have been chosen.
Scheherazade
knew what was to come
and promised herself that with
her, it would be different.
As she was being prepared,
she devised her plan
and resolved not to be
dead in the morning.
Her plan depended on arousing
the Sultan's curiosity.
- Scheherazade.
- How old are you, my child?
- 19, my Lord.
- It's a pity.
How did you come to my harem?
- I was a gift, Great Sultan.
An Assyrian gave me to you in
order to insure safe passage
for his caravans.
- The Assyrian was a fool.
You're worth much
more than that.
- Thank you, my Lord Master.
- It's custom that
you entertain.
Do you have talent?
- Some say I do.
- Do you dance?
- No, my Lord Master.
- Do you sing?
- No my Lord, I can
neither sing nor dance.
- Then what?
- I tell stories.
It is my only talent.
I've collected
them in my travels.
With your permission,
it would give me great
pleasure to tell you one.
I would be consoled
on this final night.
- Uh,
then tell.
In her
effort to stay alive,
Scheherazade began
her first story.
The tale concerned a poor
and hapless fisherman
who lived in the Province of
Thrace, near the Aegean Sea.
- It was also the
fisherman's misfortune
to have a wife who was a hag
and as fat as an elephant
and as ugly as a vulture.
Not only that, but she
was vicious and jealous
and the only peace
she would allow him
was when he went fishing.
Each day, on the way to the sea,
he would pass the
house of a noble woman
and without being seen,
he found that he could
look into her window.
This was the only joy
in the fisherman's life
and it seemed enough just
to catch a glimpse of her.
Then, there was one day
when fate took a hand.
As the fisherman watched, he
became as excited as the woman
and all day, while he fished,
he thought about
what he had seen.
He believed it was a good omen,
but when he drew in his nets,
he found that he
had caught nothing
except a small jar
made of yellow copper.
Curiously, he examined
the jar on all sides,
shook it and then to satisfy
his curiosity, pried it open.
To his amazement, a thick
smoke began to billow forth
from the vessel and in fear,
he dropped the
jar to the ground,
but the smoke continued to rise,
became a mist and the
mist became a solid mass
in the shape of a great genie.
The genie regarded the
fisherman with a fierce look
and said, "I will grant
thee two wishes as a reward
"for having set me free,
"but then, because
it is my nature,
"I will surely kill thee."
Now the fisherman knew
that it was impossible
to argue with a
genie so instead,
he began to consider
his first wish.
He said it and in
the wink of an eye,
he was transported to the
noble woman's bed chamber
and the woman seemed
to be expecting him.
- Did you know I was coming?
- I saw you this morning.
- You saw me?
- Why did you think I did it?
Just now, I had the
feeling you'd be back.
Did you do it while I did it?
- Yes.
- Do you want me to do it again?
- The fisherman
continued with strength
he never knew he had.
The woman, whose
name was Triboli,
inspired him and she taught
him how and where to kiss her.
Faster
Faster
harder
faster
harder
harder
harder
She even taught him the
use of silk ropes
and had him tie her to a chair so
he could see what she looked like
And she let him enter her
wherever he liked
Afterwards they made love first
one way, then another
Suddenly the fisherman heard a
noise coming from the next room
my daughters here, would you like
to meet them?
Yes I would
Put this
on and wait here.
I'll bring them to you.
Girls, this is the doctor.
Now I want you to be good and
do everything he tells you.
The
fisherman couldn't believe
how well things
were working out.
- Well which one
of you is older?
- I am.
- What's your name?
- I'm Helena.
- Lana.
- Who would like to
be examined first?
- She would.
- She does.
- Oh, we must decide.
I have an idea.
One hand has a pill,
the other is empty.
Pick.
- This one.
- You win, undress.
We will begin the
examination now.
If you want to be
my assistant
you must learn to
examine properly
Take your finger
and rub here until it becomes
hard
it's the only way to
examine
Take them if you like
They are over eighteen
- The fisherman enjoyed
himself to the fullest
until at last, exhausted,
he closed his eyes
and let himself
drift into sleep.
When he opened them again,
he was back on the beach
with the genie
standing over him.
Tomorrow, the genie
said, and he struck
his foot upon the
ground which opened
and swallowed him up
and closed behind him.
The fisherman was once
again alone on the beach
and now he had to think of
his second and final wish.
- Tell me what it was.
- With Your
Majesty's permission,
I don't know.
If you would allow me the
afternoon to remember,
I could tell you tomorrow night.
Each night,
Scheherazade told the
Sultan a new story
and each story she told led
to the beginning of another.
Her storytelling
always ended at dawn
and curious to
hear the next tale,
the Sultan put off her
execution from day to day.
Her imagination was
endless and her creations
included the everlasting
characters of Aladdin,
Sinbad and Ali Baba
and the 40 thieves.
- And so Ali Baba came to
the rock that hid the cave
and he said the magic
words, "Open, open salame."
No--
In the
quiet of the afternoon,
she invented her tales of
faraway places and magic events.
- Sesame.
I like that, open sesame.
One of her
stories told of a prince
who was given as gift, a
horse made of pure gold.
On command, the horse would
rise and carry the prince
anywhere and at the
speed of lightening.
It was nearly dawn when
the horse, at last,
descended on solid ground.
The prince found himself
thousands of miles from home
and on the terrace of
a magnificent palace,
on the island of Nippon.
In the dim light,
he found a staircase which
led down into an apartment.
He listened at the door
and then advanced
cautiously into the room.
There, he saw a beauty
so extraordinary
that he fell in
love at first sight.
The woman was still asleep
and not able to
restrain himself,
he slipped off his clothes
and slipped into bed with her.
The young prince moved the
covers aside ever so carefully.
And when he saw her naked,
he was so overwhelmed he
could not stop himself
from caressing her.
The woman half woke and
pretended the love making
to be coming from her husband
whose name was Ishido.
Oh Ishido
Ishido
Ishido
Ishido
Oh shit!
- Did he escape?
- Tomorrow.
Before coming
into the Sultan's possession,
Scheherazade had been owned
by a merchant prince.
With him, she had
crossed the world twice,
from China to the Mediterranean
and had learned languages
and mathematics.
She lived for a while in China
where she studied sciences
and then in Tibet
where she was taught
the secret techniques of Kama,
the Hindu god of
love and pleasure.
Her memory was perfect
and her stories were
flights of fantasy mixed with
details of her experiences.
Sometimes, when her tales
were especially wicked,
she would use girls
from the Sultan's court
to illustrate a point.
- Three of the
girls were friends
and had felt certain
feelings for one another.
One afternoon, when
they were alone,
they inhaled a substance
that was allowed to be used
by the priests alone.
What happened is
difficult to explain
and went through many stages.
During one of these stages,
the girls felt very
warm towards each other
and wanted to touch.
The first to move was Tamara
who slid her hand
inside Kala's blouse
and touched her breasts.
They all felt dream-like
and seemed to move
in a slowed motion.
Tamara and Kala began
to kiss and caress
and for an instant,
the third felt jealous,
but then Kala turned
and kissed her
and all three fell back
onto the soft cushions.
They ceased to be
three bodies and became
all mouths and senses
and tongues and fingers.
They held each others heads
in their hands like cups
and took long drinks
from each other's lips.
They kissed until kissing became
a torture
Their fingers always
found an opening
and the owner would
move to accept it
willingly
No parts of their bodies
were ignored or escaped kissing
Tongues replaced fingers
and two of them attacked one
kissing each other and taking
turns at arousing their victims
The pleasure that they gave
her was so exquisite
that it was almost impossible
to bear
and she cried out for it
to end
and for it never to end
One of the girls found
an instrument
used in certain ceremonies
and put it to another good use
The three girls were
so lost in each other
and in the drug
they had inhaled,
that they did not hear
the temple guards return.
Each girls was punished.
Afterwards, the
three were banished.
The first girl went North,
the second South and the
third, who was the youngest,
traveled West along
the caravan routes.
With my Monarch's permission,
the adventures of the third girl
form the body of another story.
Scheherazade
saved the story
of the third and
youngest girl for last.
Instead, she told the
Sultan more about the horse
that was made of gold and able
to carry its rider anywhere
and at the speed of light.
At that speed,
the prince was not only
carried backwards in time,
but forwards as well
and he found himself
in a very strange place.
- What are you dressed up for?
- Well I always dress this way.
- Are you a pervert?
- No, I don't think so.
- That's too bad.
It'll be 10 franks then.
- What's a frank?
- Undress and I'll show you.
Nannette!
Robert!
Oh Shit
Not again
One night, Scheherazade
demonstrated her story herself
The sultan liked this story
the best
Finish.
- Tomorrow.
Somewhere around
the tales of the fisherman,
the Sultan had lost all thought
of ending Scheherazade's life.
He had, in fact, fallen
in love with her.
Now, on this thousandth
and first night,
Scheherazade told the
Sultan her last story.
It was about the third girl,
the one who had traveled West
along the caravan routes.
This girl, of course,
was Scheherazade herself
and now she told the
Sultan how she had managed
to save her own life by
continuing to tell him stories.
When she finished,
the Sultan looked at
Scheherazade for a long time,
smiled and then asked--
- Tell me, exactly
what were these stories
that Scheherazade
told the Sultan?
I want to hear them all.
- Should I begin?
Begin.
Tomorrow.
ancient kingdom of Asia Minor,
there lived a sultan
whose name was Chaka Khan
and who claimed to be
a direct descendant
of the great Genghis Khan.
It was only a claim,
but then being sultan
gave him the right to lay
claim to whatever he wished.
His word was law.
It was good to be the Sultan.
Among the Sultan's
greatest treasures
was the most charming
and beautiful harem
in all of Asia Minor and
among them was a jewel.
Her name was Scheherazade
and she lived by her wits
as well as her beauty.
As our story begins,
the Sultan was already
married and at war.
- I am ready, my
Lord Sultan, ask.
- What I must know
from the stars is this,
should I lead my men out
in search of the enemy
or wait for him to attack?
The
Sultan loved his wife
and trusted her completely.
Unfortunately, the Sultana
did not return the favor.
Don't tease, give it back
Tell me!
The sultan is ugly, you're
handsome
What else?
The sultan is like
a pin
and mine?
A monster! Please!
Just put the head in
Do that and I promise
You will soon be sultan
Please
and where is the sultan now?
With his advisors
Please don't tease
Make love to me
Does my lady the sultana
command it?
Yes
Then I obey
- I see that the sun enters
Gemini 12 days hence.
- Is that good?
- That is good, my Lord.
A full moon occurs in mid
heavens two days later.
- Is that also good?
- No my Lord, that is bad,
but Mars is close to
Saturn in Capricorn
and that, my Lord, is--
- Yes?
- Good.
The time is right for battle.
- I did not ask if
the time is ripe,
I asked if I should march
out against the enemy
or wait for him to attack.
- The stars give
signs of victory.
However there is
something that worries me.
- Yes?
- The planets, especially
Jupiter and Venus.
- What does that mean?
- Because of the position
of Jupiter to Venus,
the planet Mars is in decline.
- That is bad.
- No my Lord Sultan,
that is good,
but then, Jupiter
moves into Libra.
- Which is bad?
- No.
- Which is good?
- No.
- Then what?
- Well I don't
really know, my Lord,
I cannot read the stars
further than that.
- Thank you, Chief Astrologer,
you've been a big help.
Where is General Sargon?
I must speak with
someone who is sane.
- The general is at camp with
his troops, Your Majesty.
I'll leave at once.
- No, no, I'll go myself.
I need some fresh air.
Tell the Sultana I'm gone.
As soon as she
returns, Your Majesty.
The Sultana rose early
and is out for a ride.
Meanwhile,
the Sultan was galloping
towards Sargon's camp.
- Do you like surprises?
- Yes, tell me.
- You are sure?
- Yes, what is it?
- I'll show you.
He's a gift.
- Is he bigger than you?
- Bigger?
Look, see for yourself.
As the Sultan
approached General Sargon's tent,
he stopped and for a moment,
he thought he heard the
voice of the Sultana.
It was impossible.
Then, he heard it again,
and in a timber that
was particular to her,
only on certain occasions.
The Sultan's heart sank.
Stealthfully he crept
up and with his dagger,
he made a slit in the tent.
Gathering his courage,
he looked inside.
It was worse than he imagined.
His most trusted ally
and his beloved Sultana
were uniting against him
and plotting his overthrow.
The Sultan watched and listened.
In this way, he
learned their plans
and being ready, defeated them.
The Sultan celebrated his
victory with lust and full joy.
So long did he brood over
the betrayal by his wife
that he eventually
became persuaded
that no woman was to be trusted.
He resolved that each night,
he would choose a
girl from his harem
and after passing
one night with her,
she would be strangled
in the morning.
This, he believed,
would be a sure cure
against any future disloyalty.
Every night before supper,
the harem keeper would approach
with a basket filled with tiles.
A girl's name was
inscribed on each tile
and once picked,
her fate was sealed.
Tonight would be her
last night on Earth.
Who is your choice
for tonight, my Lord Sultan?
Scheherazade, you
have been chosen.
Scheherazade
knew what was to come
and promised herself that with
her, it would be different.
As she was being prepared,
she devised her plan
and resolved not to be
dead in the morning.
Her plan depended on arousing
the Sultan's curiosity.
- Scheherazade.
- How old are you, my child?
- 19, my Lord.
- It's a pity.
How did you come to my harem?
- I was a gift, Great Sultan.
An Assyrian gave me to you in
order to insure safe passage
for his caravans.
- The Assyrian was a fool.
You're worth much
more than that.
- Thank you, my Lord Master.
- It's custom that
you entertain.
Do you have talent?
- Some say I do.
- Do you dance?
- No, my Lord Master.
- Do you sing?
- No my Lord, I can
neither sing nor dance.
- Then what?
- I tell stories.
It is my only talent.
I've collected
them in my travels.
With your permission,
it would give me great
pleasure to tell you one.
I would be consoled
on this final night.
- Uh,
then tell.
In her
effort to stay alive,
Scheherazade began
her first story.
The tale concerned a poor
and hapless fisherman
who lived in the Province of
Thrace, near the Aegean Sea.
- It was also the
fisherman's misfortune
to have a wife who was a hag
and as fat as an elephant
and as ugly as a vulture.
Not only that, but she
was vicious and jealous
and the only peace
she would allow him
was when he went fishing.
Each day, on the way to the sea,
he would pass the
house of a noble woman
and without being seen,
he found that he could
look into her window.
This was the only joy
in the fisherman's life
and it seemed enough just
to catch a glimpse of her.
Then, there was one day
when fate took a hand.
As the fisherman watched, he
became as excited as the woman
and all day, while he fished,
he thought about
what he had seen.
He believed it was a good omen,
but when he drew in his nets,
he found that he
had caught nothing
except a small jar
made of yellow copper.
Curiously, he examined
the jar on all sides,
shook it and then to satisfy
his curiosity, pried it open.
To his amazement, a thick
smoke began to billow forth
from the vessel and in fear,
he dropped the
jar to the ground,
but the smoke continued to rise,
became a mist and the
mist became a solid mass
in the shape of a great genie.
The genie regarded the
fisherman with a fierce look
and said, "I will grant
thee two wishes as a reward
"for having set me free,
"but then, because
it is my nature,
"I will surely kill thee."
Now the fisherman knew
that it was impossible
to argue with a
genie so instead,
he began to consider
his first wish.
He said it and in
the wink of an eye,
he was transported to the
noble woman's bed chamber
and the woman seemed
to be expecting him.
- Did you know I was coming?
- I saw you this morning.
- You saw me?
- Why did you think I did it?
Just now, I had the
feeling you'd be back.
Did you do it while I did it?
- Yes.
- Do you want me to do it again?
- The fisherman
continued with strength
he never knew he had.
The woman, whose
name was Triboli,
inspired him and she taught
him how and where to kiss her.
Faster
Faster
harder
faster
harder
harder
harder
She even taught him the
use of silk ropes
and had him tie her to a chair so
he could see what she looked like
And she let him enter her
wherever he liked
Afterwards they made love first
one way, then another
Suddenly the fisherman heard a
noise coming from the next room
my daughters here, would you like
to meet them?
Yes I would
Put this
on and wait here.
I'll bring them to you.
Girls, this is the doctor.
Now I want you to be good and
do everything he tells you.
The
fisherman couldn't believe
how well things
were working out.
- Well which one
of you is older?
- I am.
- What's your name?
- I'm Helena.
- Lana.
- Who would like to
be examined first?
- She would.
- She does.
- Oh, we must decide.
I have an idea.
One hand has a pill,
the other is empty.
Pick.
- This one.
- You win, undress.
We will begin the
examination now.
If you want to be
my assistant
you must learn to
examine properly
Take your finger
and rub here until it becomes
hard
it's the only way to
examine
Take them if you like
They are over eighteen
- The fisherman enjoyed
himself to the fullest
until at last, exhausted,
he closed his eyes
and let himself
drift into sleep.
When he opened them again,
he was back on the beach
with the genie
standing over him.
Tomorrow, the genie
said, and he struck
his foot upon the
ground which opened
and swallowed him up
and closed behind him.
The fisherman was once
again alone on the beach
and now he had to think of
his second and final wish.
- Tell me what it was.
- With Your
Majesty's permission,
I don't know.
If you would allow me the
afternoon to remember,
I could tell you tomorrow night.
Each night,
Scheherazade told the
Sultan a new story
and each story she told led
to the beginning of another.
Her storytelling
always ended at dawn
and curious to
hear the next tale,
the Sultan put off her
execution from day to day.
Her imagination was
endless and her creations
included the everlasting
characters of Aladdin,
Sinbad and Ali Baba
and the 40 thieves.
- And so Ali Baba came to
the rock that hid the cave
and he said the magic
words, "Open, open salame."
No--
In the
quiet of the afternoon,
she invented her tales of
faraway places and magic events.
- Sesame.
I like that, open sesame.
One of her
stories told of a prince
who was given as gift, a
horse made of pure gold.
On command, the horse would
rise and carry the prince
anywhere and at the
speed of lightening.
It was nearly dawn when
the horse, at last,
descended on solid ground.
The prince found himself
thousands of miles from home
and on the terrace of
a magnificent palace,
on the island of Nippon.
In the dim light,
he found a staircase which
led down into an apartment.
He listened at the door
and then advanced
cautiously into the room.
There, he saw a beauty
so extraordinary
that he fell in
love at first sight.
The woman was still asleep
and not able to
restrain himself,
he slipped off his clothes
and slipped into bed with her.
The young prince moved the
covers aside ever so carefully.
And when he saw her naked,
he was so overwhelmed he
could not stop himself
from caressing her.
The woman half woke and
pretended the love making
to be coming from her husband
whose name was Ishido.
Oh Ishido
Ishido
Ishido
Ishido
Oh shit!
- Did he escape?
- Tomorrow.
Before coming
into the Sultan's possession,
Scheherazade had been owned
by a merchant prince.
With him, she had
crossed the world twice,
from China to the Mediterranean
and had learned languages
and mathematics.
She lived for a while in China
where she studied sciences
and then in Tibet
where she was taught
the secret techniques of Kama,
the Hindu god of
love and pleasure.
Her memory was perfect
and her stories were
flights of fantasy mixed with
details of her experiences.
Sometimes, when her tales
were especially wicked,
she would use girls
from the Sultan's court
to illustrate a point.
- Three of the
girls were friends
and had felt certain
feelings for one another.
One afternoon, when
they were alone,
they inhaled a substance
that was allowed to be used
by the priests alone.
What happened is
difficult to explain
and went through many stages.
During one of these stages,
the girls felt very
warm towards each other
and wanted to touch.
The first to move was Tamara
who slid her hand
inside Kala's blouse
and touched her breasts.
They all felt dream-like
and seemed to move
in a slowed motion.
Tamara and Kala began
to kiss and caress
and for an instant,
the third felt jealous,
but then Kala turned
and kissed her
and all three fell back
onto the soft cushions.
They ceased to be
three bodies and became
all mouths and senses
and tongues and fingers.
They held each others heads
in their hands like cups
and took long drinks
from each other's lips.
They kissed until kissing became
a torture
Their fingers always
found an opening
and the owner would
move to accept it
willingly
No parts of their bodies
were ignored or escaped kissing
Tongues replaced fingers
and two of them attacked one
kissing each other and taking
turns at arousing their victims
The pleasure that they gave
her was so exquisite
that it was almost impossible
to bear
and she cried out for it
to end
and for it never to end
One of the girls found
an instrument
used in certain ceremonies
and put it to another good use
The three girls were
so lost in each other
and in the drug
they had inhaled,
that they did not hear
the temple guards return.
Each girls was punished.
Afterwards, the
three were banished.
The first girl went North,
the second South and the
third, who was the youngest,
traveled West along
the caravan routes.
With my Monarch's permission,
the adventures of the third girl
form the body of another story.
Scheherazade
saved the story
of the third and
youngest girl for last.
Instead, she told the
Sultan more about the horse
that was made of gold and able
to carry its rider anywhere
and at the speed of light.
At that speed,
the prince was not only
carried backwards in time,
but forwards as well
and he found himself
in a very strange place.
- What are you dressed up for?
- Well I always dress this way.
- Are you a pervert?
- No, I don't think so.
- That's too bad.
It'll be 10 franks then.
- What's a frank?
- Undress and I'll show you.
Nannette!
Robert!
Oh Shit
Not again
One night, Scheherazade
demonstrated her story herself
The sultan liked this story
the best
Finish.
- Tomorrow.
Somewhere around
the tales of the fisherman,
the Sultan had lost all thought
of ending Scheherazade's life.
He had, in fact, fallen
in love with her.
Now, on this thousandth
and first night,
Scheherazade told the
Sultan her last story.
It was about the third girl,
the one who had traveled West
along the caravan routes.
This girl, of course,
was Scheherazade herself
and now she told the
Sultan how she had managed
to save her own life by
continuing to tell him stories.
When she finished,
the Sultan looked at
Scheherazade for a long time,
smiled and then asked--
- Tell me, exactly
what were these stories
that Scheherazade
told the Sultan?
I want to hear them all.
- Should I begin?
Begin.
Tomorrow.