Majestät schneidet Bubiköpfe (1928) - full transcript

His Majesty the Barber

Directed by
RAGNAR HYLTÉN-CAVALLIUS

Cinematographer:
AXEL LINDBLOM and G. GUSTAFSSON.

Producer: OSCAR HEMBERG

MAIN CAST:

André Grégory, a small town barber...
Hans Junkermann

Nickolo, his grandson... Enrique Rivero

Widow Sophie Svensson, owner
to Satlö castle... Karin Swanström

Astrid, her granddaughter ...Brita Appelgren
Karin, Astrid’s friend... Maria Paudler

Count Claës-Adam Edelstjerna...
J. Falkenstein

von Alyhr, former chamberlain...
Georg Blomstedt



General Kirwan, former
Minister of Finance ...F. Alberti

Midsummer’s eve in the small
Swedish coastal town Salthamn.

One who rejoiced in youth and sunshine
was old Grégory,

the exotic barber on High Street.

"It's now twenty years
since I came to Sweden -

twenty midsummer eves
I've seen the maypole go by!"

"Most interesting - but I am in a hurry -"

That day Nickolo Grégory came home
with newly acquired bachelor’s degree.

DANGER EXPLOSIVES!

"Grandfather!"

"Do you think I have kept you studying in
Uppsala just to let you become a barber!"

"And do you think that I want to bum around,
without helping you, who are old and tired?"

"But Nickolo, think of the great
future that awaits you..."

"Please grandfather, let me do this!"



Shingle performed
by newly arrived expert.

LONG HAIR - A WOMAN’S
MOST BEAUTIFUL ASSET!

I, Sophie Svensson, was by the age
of twenty COMPLETELY BALD.

I have obtained my 160 centimeter long,
naturally curled, GIANT-LORELEI-HAIR

by daily use of the
- by myself invented - patented

SOPHIE SVENSSON’S HAIR TONIC

At Satlö castle - ascended from the waves
by Sophie Svensson’s hair tonic -

the extremely wealthy inventress lived.

"Cheers, Madam!"

"You fool - it’s for the hair..."

"Good morning, Count Edelstjerna!"

"Your wonderful hair tonic
has made me ten years younger!"

"May I ask how your charming
granddaughter is doing?"

"Tonight at the dance - you can reveal the
secret of your heart for my little Astrid -"

In the boudoir old Grégory,
who had been

the barber and the friend of the house
for twenty years, was waiting.

"Hello there, Astrid!"

"Isn’t he adorable, the new barber?"

"What a marvelous girl!
You must introduce me to her!"

"Don’t fool yourself! Astrid Svensson
should at least have a count -!"

End of first act.

Second act.

"Astrid, the Count will propose tonight,
and six weeks from now -"

"- you will be a Countess!"

"I will only marry a man who I can love -"

"- or -"

"- or else -"

"- or else you will have to get me a King!"

"I might be wealthy enough
to buy her anything, but a King -"

"Nay-no, a King can’t be bought for money!"

"Thanks, but I don’t dance!"

"Miss Astrid - my heart and - my wealth..."

"I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you!"

"Let’s play a waltz, boys!"

"My dear André - your grandson and
my Astrid - that’s really not suitable!"

"You are right - that
would be a misalliance!"

"Wouldn’t it be nice to go for a row?"

"The flag of Tirania - my home country!"

"Aren’t you Swedish?"

"How interesting - tell me more!"

"Grandfather brought me here when I was little
- I have never known my father or mother -"

"Such a fool! For twenty years
he has let us scam him."

"And this time it will cost him
even more - right?"

"This was cleverly arranged by you!"

"But you can’t ask for anything else
by a simple barber..."

"Do you know how to row?"

"Then we don’t need
a simple barber in the boat -"

"Mr Nickolo, I was unfair to you -"

"Is there anything else
her Ladyship wishes?"

"If you don’t catch a cold by this,

you may come tomorrow
morning and do my hair!"

End of second act.

Third act.

"Yesterday bobbed, today shingled -
and still not satisfied!"

"And how is prince Nickolo - our dear
successor to the throne - doing?"

"Dear chamberlain,
dear lieutenant-general..."

"- His royal highness is preparing
for his great vocation!"

"The whole of Tirania awaits
the return of the old dynasty -"

"We have come to bring back prince Nickolo
to the throne of his forefathers!"

"But to bring about a coup d'état
three things are needed -"

"I know! money, money
and once again money!"

"And you think that paltry sum
would be enough for a coup d’état?"

"Either you get us ten times as much by today
- or your ward will never become king -"

"I know who will
give us the money!"

"Grandmother will be furious -
but anyway - shingle me!"

"From now on our friendship is over!"

"For this you can thank
your grandson, that villain -"

"Be careful not to commit high treason!"

"Yesterday you said you couldn’t
buy a king’s crown for miss Astrid -"

"- but today you can!"

"The thousand year old
iron crown of Tirania!"

"Nickolo is not my grandson -"

"He is -"

"Don’t tell me he is a prince!"

"And I have just thrown him out!"

"HRH still isn’t yet aware
of his royal ancestry."

"Twenty years ago I was court barber
to the late king Nickolo of Tirania."

"HRH will certainly become just
as great heart breaker as Your Majesty!"

"But in the shade of the throne
treason and rebellion lurked -"

"During that terrible night -"

"The dynasty is overthrown! Save the only
survivor - our little crown prince!"

"Flee with Nickolo to a country far away
while waiting for the hour of return!"

"The hour of return has come -"

"Yes, yes, yes - but if he is going to become
my son-in law I need some written evidences..."

"But to bring about a coup d'état
three things are needed..."

"Let me guess one
of them: money..."

"How much has your minister
of finance requested?"

"What I am about to do?
Tell the newspaper about the engagement!"

"We are surrounded by spies! Tonight
we will sail for Tirania incognito."

End of third act.

Fourth act.

"I have just arranged the engagement

between His Royal Highness and
the richest heiress in Sweden."

There are women who
would sacrifice anything for love -"

"Be kind and hurry up! I can’t
walk around like this, can I -"

"Shampooing too - if I may ask!"

"I would like to speak to
count Edelstjerna!"

"Thank you so much
for the flowers, my darling -"

"- my dear count, I mean!"

"But am I not still much
too young for marriage?"

"May I congratulate you?"

"You are invited for supper at our house
tonight, and then I will give you my answer!"

"Don’t be sad, Astrid!"

"But grandmother -"

"- she will never give us her consent!"

"The ship from Tirania!"

"Abduct me!"

"Then you don’t love me!"

"Tonight at elven o’clock!"

"- and hereby given her the rank
and dignity of Queen-Mother -"

"- with the right to bear
the title Royal Highness -"

"We are awaiting Their Royal Highnesses
on board our ship at midnight!"

"Astrid! What if she now has accepted
the count and refuses the prince!"

"Count Edelstjerna!"

"- elopes tonight with the barber
assistant on the ship from Tirania!"

"Mrs. Svensson -
may I wait and hope?"

"Yes, you may wait!"

"Isn’t it divine! They both
enter the ship voluntarily."

And just as Romeo once sneaked to Julia -

"I bid Your Royal Highness
welcome on Tiranian soil."

"Hail Nickolo XXIII, King of Tirania."

End of fourth act.

Fifth act.

"Now I see why you
wanted to be eloped -"

"The simple barber was
a better catch than the count!"

"Shall I show you
that you are doing me wrong?"

"Let’s escape one more time!"

"We’ll abdicate!"

That night there were others who also
wanted to go away in a motor boat -

"They are probably rogues!"

"Get my tool box from the cabin!"

"Astrid - Nickolo!"

"Astrid - Nickolo!!"

"Nickolo-o-o!"

"What do you want from me?"

"I didn’t mean you - I meant
crown prince Nickolo of Tirania!"

"But that’s me!"

"No, me!"

"Me!"

"- in that case, who am I?"

"You are all scoundrels and imposters!"

"Evidence! - You will get some!"

"But who are we then, really?"

"This scoundrel can tell you
an interesting story!"

"At the outbreak
of the Tiranian revolution -"

"- I was president of honor
for an orphanage -"

"We picked out five baby boys -"

"- and we easily found five idiots -"

"- sorry! - five patriots -"

"- and gave each one of them
a crown prince to raise -"

"- and for twenty years

you have swindled money out
of the credulous foster parents!"

And yet, Nickolo and André
eventually got a kingdom -

- where they did write the laws
of fashion for their people.

"Where is my son-in-law?"

"His Royal Highness is shingling -"

THE END