01x04 - Episode 4

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In your face, Captain Armorica!

Metadata, we've been walking

all night and I'm pooped!

Come on, Potus.

One more attraction to check.

Oh, I can't do roller coasters.

The wind in my face dries out my sinuses.

Not my cuppa tea at all.

-I like hook-a-duck or splat the rat.

-Oh, who cares? Come on, Potus!

Oh, no, water! We'll end up soaking wet.

It's a Roman world

No, Gallic it is not

Clap your hands, you must

Respect all of our laws

It's a Roman world

Not an Egyptian world

Nor Greek or African

It's just a world that's pure Roman

In this Roman world

Oh, wow, it is so nice

A wonderful world

No nothing can compare

If you don't like this

Then we will impose it

We'll throw you to the lions

If you cause rebellion

Bread and circuses

Yes, that is our motto

What the crowds all want

Is to have a good seat

It's a Roman world

Wherever…

This tune'll be stuck in my head all day.

There is nothing bad here

In this Roman world

ASTÉRIX & OBÉLIX: THE BIG FIGH

Hello, I am Hannabarbera.

Hello, and I'm Blackangus.

Welcome to the Big Fight, everyone!

So, Blackangus,

who are the two fighters competing today?

Well, Hannabarbera,

first we've the Gaul, Vitalstatistix.

His strength is matched by his courage.

He's the chief of the indomitables,

and he intends to remain so

until the sky falls down on his head.

And the sky might well be his challenger!

Aye! He will face Cassius Ceramix,

the Gallo-Roman.

And by that, I mean a Gaul

who recognizes the greatness of Rome.

And whether it be in speed,

in impact, in strength,

and, of course, in fealty to Rome,

he is our champion!

It'll be a clash packed with action.

Won't it, Blackangus?

Aye, Hannabarbera, it will.

We expect to see violence,

and savagery, and cruelty,

as a lot of the public

have come here with their families!

Little Romulus's waiting

for his parents near the wolves pen.

Little Romulus, thank you.

"So, at the end of the fight,

the chief who's vanquished

will submit control of his tribe

to the winner."

No! I'll never submit to a Gallo-Roman.

I know, but we're not there yet, are we?

We're not far from it.

Our druid's still lost

all sense of reason.

And without magic potion,

you won't beat Cassius Ceramix.

With a little bit of training

I don't see why I couldn't…

You don't stand a chance at all!

Even I'd be a better option.

You may just have a point.

Oh, come on, Pidiped,

you can't be serious.

-With no stick, he'll fall down.

-You'll see if I fall down!

-Ow!

-No, no, he's got me thinking.

We should change our chief.

Huh? Change our chief?

Yes, 'cause to win the Big Fight

we need our strongest Gaul, Obelix.

But… are we allowed to do that?

-Where does it say? Hmm.

-There.

Oh, it's engraved in small print.

"If need be,

the village chief can be replaced

by any member of the tribe

who is picked for the occasion."

There you are! We can make Obelix chief.

What about me?

But what about you what?

I don't see why you don't pick me.

Because Obelix is the only one

who can win.

How many times we gotta say it?

Do you honestly think

he's stronger than this, eh?

-I do.

-We should let the people decide.

My friends, name your blacksmith

chief of this village,

and we'll regain

our strength and serenity.

With me, Fulliautomatix, the quiet forge.

No, no, that won't work!

There you are, thank you.

What this village needs

is someone who has experience.

-Not at all!

-As the former chief of the village…

Here we go! Same old wine

in a new bottle? No.

Not on your nelly.

The Gauls want to see new faces.

In that case, we might as well try

a brand-new face.

-Like me, for example.

-I'm with you, sister.

No… Yes, I do agree.

But not now, dear, all right?

Wait, wait, wait.

Being the chief demands

a good relationship with the clientele.

-Oh, no, because…

-And as a fishmonger…

You're a poisoner, huh!

Pick me, and I'll move his shop

to the neighbouring village!

-Oh, yeah?

-Further from the sea. Will that do?

Ooh!

Wait, hold on! No!

-No, no, no!

-Gauls!

So here we are, Blackangus!

Oh, yes, absolutely.

This battle will be ugly,

and the public expect it that way.

You're not wrong, Blackangus.

-Is it true you've had over 90 fights?

-I have indeed.

Five wins of the Raeburn shield,

12 executions, so I'm an old hand.

That's very rare for a gladiator, no?

Ah, well!

That's what I always say to the kids.

The hardest part is to carry on.

-I have a little question for you.

-Aye?

How does one feel before such a fight?

Well, you gotta stay focused,

you gotta clear your head,

and above all, you keep calm.

Excuse me?

Excuse me!

Er, sorry to bother you!

I'm looking for your chief.

-Our chief?

-For the Big Fight.

Oh, yeah, the Big Fight, sure.

One minute.

No rush, take your time,

I'll wait by the chariot outside.

Cheers, thanks a lot.

-Just outside the village.

-Yeah.

Children, my wife is right.

So you know

the fishmonger's, the blacksmith's…

-We know where you are.

-I'll wait just there.

So, I was saying, Impedimenta's right.

The future of the village is at stake.

I agree to hand over the role

of chief to Obelix.

Has anyone actually seen Obelix?

-No.

-What do you mean, no?

No, no, no. Asterix is right.

I've done enough stupid things.

You deserve a better chief.

No, Obelix.

It would be for the fight and no longer.

No, no, no, no.

I'm good for delivering menhirs.

And that's all.

Huh. And I'm hopeless at that.

Look, our chief isn't asking you,

he's chosen you. So, you're our chief.

Hmm?

All right.

Okay.

All right, I accept.

Ah! Thank you, Obelix.

And as your chief,

I name Asterix as our chief. There.

Huh? Er, what?

I'm your chief, I name you chief.

So you're chief, that's it.

Oh, okay, I see.

Well, considering I'm your chief,

I make you our chief. There.

Hmm? And I'm reappointing you chief.

-I re-reappoint you chief.

-No, you chief.

-You chief! You!

-You chief.

-Not allowed to reappoint.

-I'm one chief ahead.

-You chief.

-You chief!

-Chief! Chief! Chief!

-Chief! Chief! Chief!

Enough now! Stop acting like children.

-He started it.

-He's such a liar.

Obelix, our only hope is you.

You must agree to be chief.

Erm, can I open a wild boar shop,

for those people who don't like fish?

Of course, you'd be the chief.

But I won't have to make speeches, will I?

You'll be chief.

You won't have to do anything.

-Yes, but, will Asterix stop always…

-Finishing your sentences? Yes, Obelix.

All right then, sure.

There. I'm his trainer!

Geriatrix, do you think

a wild boar shop is a good idea,

as a first decision as chief?

Eh, will you still do menhirs

and have a wild boar shop?

Well, we're a few hourglasses away,

or should I say, a few grains of sand away

from the beginning of the fight.

The cheap seats are filling up

little by little.

It's taking a while but I can feel it

in my bones that this is going to be…

Hold on, Blackangus, I see a VIP

heading towards the red mosaic right now!

Aye, it's him!

Caesar!

-Caesar!

-I love you, Caesar!

I wanna be you!

Oh, what a handsome man!

-There?

-Caesar!

-Give a smile, Caesar!

-Hey, Mr. Caesar!

-This way, this way!

-Give us a smile!

-Oh, yeah!

-Very noble.

One can see why he's wearing laurels.

-Simply marvellous!

-Lovely!

Not that I want to grovel at all,

but he's still extremely sculpturogenic.

But you are kind of grovelling.

Well, you're not wrong. You're not wrong.

Over here!

Okay, thank you, but that's enough now.

Julius, just one more!

No, no more. You've had quite enough.

Julius, come on.

It's impossible to work.

Look, look, look.

There! Look, she's coming!

-Is it someone important?

-Of course, it is! Look, it's her.

Cleopatra, this way please!

Over here, Cleopatra!

-Look this way!

-Can you face us as well?

Not just the profile, if you please.

This way, please.

The referee, Twinpix, is waiting

for you inside.

For the weigh-in.

Okay then,

now, you can step on the scales.

So, you're a heavyweight then.

Really?

And without Dogmatix?

Oh, look, er… Barbera!

The Gallic tribe is arriving

to see the big feat.

And if I may add, their de-feat.

That's funny.

Kiddywinks!

Who wants a candy-floss moustache?

It's full of sugar.

It's good for children.

Roll up, roll up,

hop in the bumper chariots!

So if Cassius Ceramix wins today,

it would see the conquest

of all Gaul by Caesar!

Absolutely. So we expect to see

a fight fought with no mercy.

And the sweet smell of triumph.

Oh, well, er… I can't smell nothing.

Not since the day

that I shoved a trident up my nose.

Can't smell a thing.

Anyway, enough about me.

Omen chicken! Who wants an omen chicken?

Yesterday's chickens tell

the news of tomorrow.

Omen chicken,

with the chick supplement special

on property,

"Should I invest in Pompeii?"

Of course, you should invest in Pompeii.

If I could afford it, I'd get a little hut

right at the foot of the volcano.

You wouldn't see me for dust.

It'd be a sound investment.

I may be wrong, but I doubt it.

Oh, what truly dreadful seats.

They are so uncomfortable.

This is the worst birthday of my life.

Pompey wouldn't do this to his mother.

Here's another one.

How do you tell the difference

between a Gaul and his wife?

The length of their moustache!

And so for the rest of the program,

after the loser hands

the shield to the winner,

we thought we could dine tonight

in the Gaulish village.

Really? My birthday dinner

in a village in Gaul? Charming.

Oh, yeah! And the menu is Gallo-Roman.

Thought we'd go fusion. Yeah?

What's fusion?

Is it good food mixed with bad food?

Let's discuss this later, shall we?

All right, what about this one?

A wild boar in a toga goes into a tavern…

-Fastanfurius, come here.

-Mmm?

I'll tell you later.

Do you have everything ready?

Yes, all is ready, Caesar.

Very good. Very good.

Little Anonymus, your parents are waiting

at the bumper chariots.

-Little Anonymus…

-Don't move.

I'm nearly there,

just finishing my caricature.

And there you are.

-He put a lot into that!

-Oh!

I'm sorry, Caesar.

Would you mind if you posed

for a quick mosaic?

No, but of course! My pleasure.

Ah.

Mmm…

I imagine you do this an awful lot.

Must be a pain.

Well, it is our era. I'm happy to.

This wine is tip-top.

It's fermented in a vineyard nearby.

You'll see, it's very woody,

with fruity notes. Would you care to try?

Excuse me, excuse me.

Metadata, a change of plan.

I wrote it down.

You can taste chestnut

and cherries from the Pyrenees…

It won't be Vitalstatistix any more.

They have a new chief, a certain Obelix.

I'll find something less tannic.

Oh, no! Not Obelix!

Or Obel-nine.

I don't know if this is an "X",

or one and ten, and that's nine.

What's the difference?

Huge! Obelix fell

into the magic potion pot

when he was just a kid.

The effects on him were permanent! Oh, no.

It's all gone wrong.

Not Obelix.

Or… Or… Obe-59.

'Cause the "L" is 50.

Not sure.

Mmm.

Ah! Can you watch them for a bit?

Chief.

Blimey, they'll be brimming

with energy after all that.

Chief, let me help you.

It's a snack for Obelix before the meal.

-I mean, before the fight.

-Mmm.

I can't wait for this to be over

so that we can get back to normal.

Well, I'm starting to enjoy our life now.

Mmm, they're delicious,

these Greek meatballs.

Hmm. What was that?

I think they've got some veggies inside,

but they taste great to me.

No, the bit about enjoying

this life now. What exactly?

I love not being chief any more.

Asterix, being the chief

is a weight on your shoulders.

That's what my bearers often say too.

I don't know, I feel lighter.

I have more time for myself,

-I sleep better at night.

-What nights?

You were still chief this morning.

What are you talking about?

I'm starting to think that Obelix

should be chief of our village

even after the fight.

Huh? No, but… No, no.

You can't… You can't be serious.

Oh, yeah. I'm very serious.

No, but as a fake chief to give smacks,

he's perfect, I agree.

But to be chief of the village?

He just doesn't have any of the skills.

-Don't see why not.

-Well, I do and I'm telling you.

His wild boar shop idea isn't too bad,

so we should think on it.

-See you!

-But it's ridiculous.

-See you!

-No, er… Chief.

Think on it.

Think on it.

So I don't have skills then?

Er, I didn't… say it exactly like that.

You did. Exactly like that.

-And that I was a fake chief too.

-Yeah.

-No… Yeah. No, I said…

-Fake chief.

Yes, well, okay.

Okay, I said "fake chief".

Look, Obelix, you can't

seriously think you'd be chief forever?

Not forever, but why not for a while?

-There are dozens of reasons why not.

-Why?

You worried that for once

I'll make the decisions? Is that it?

Yes, when you throw menhirs, I am.

That's just so petty. Ha! Typical.

No one else in my tribe is worried though.

"Your tribe"? Oh, but I'm sorry

if I offended you, o great Chief Obelix!

If you don't like it, the doors

to my village are open, so you can go!

Hang on, hang on.

So you want me to go, just like that?

Banishing me from your village,

is that what you're saying?

You know what? Apothika was right.

Once again, you're talking for me.

Well, okay!

I'll shut up then. Come on, spit it out!

That's it, you're banished!

Hmph.

Is that your first decision as chief?

Please return to the arena.

The Big Fight will begin soon.

Thank you.

Living in Armorica

Do-day, doo-dee

Do-day, doo-da

So Mummy, do you like it?

No. I asked for bread, it isn't here.

My bread, yoo-hoo! Bread?

-Call me chief.

-No, it's me.

-No, call me chief.

-No, call me chief.

Oh, look over there, children.

A real Gaul. That's a rare sight.

Soon they'll all be gone.

Call me chief!

-Or why don't we call each other chief?

-Oh, yeah!

So cool to be your best mate!

-Cooler to be your best mate.

-No, it's not!

Yeah, it is!

That's what friends are for, right?

Ah, ah, ah, ah!

Okay.

Getafix!

-Woohoo!

-Apothika!

Woohoo!

Ah!

Hello!

Hello again!

Whoa!

Whoa!

Go on, kiddo, try your luck.

You just gotta knock one of 'em down

and you win the figurine.

All right, fair game.

Hold on. I've just got an update.

Vitalstatistix won't be fighting.

And a new chief

will be fighting instead, Obelix.

What? Give me that!

Er, oh, yeah. I forgot I can't read.

Huh? The buccina!

So, kids, it's about to start.

Hooray! Enjoy the spectacle!

Wow! Magnificent!

Ah, it still gets me, you know?

Hey? It gives me goosebumps.

Pompey treated his mother

to the Venice illuminations

so let's not get over-excited

by sparklers.

Sorry to be rude, we don't understand you.

Oh, my bad. Sure.

In the left-hand corner,

in green skirt and feathered plume,

the serum's pilum,

stronger than the forum,

more stable than marble,

the most Gallo of Romans,

the most Roman of Gallos…

Cassius Ceramix!

Oh, yes, that was good.

We understood everything.

Yeah!

And in the right-hand corner,

blue and white braccae,

with red braids…

Come on then, it's our turn, champ.

The Celtic firkin,

the menhir of Armorica,

Obelix!

Hmm?

Obelix?!

Huh?

Don't forget, tire him out.

Think of your legwork.

Mind out for his right hook and…

-I'll give him a smack.

-Oh, yeah, that works too.

Hey, hey! Look who it is!

He's hit me loads o' times!

Obelix, yoo-hoo!

Now, come to the centre of the platform.

Let's go over all of the moves.

Kick, punch, neck, carpus,

metacarpus, humerus, malleolus.

You all right there?

Knee, head, no holds barred!

So, no… no rules?

The combat continues until one

of you is defeated or withdraws.

Ah-ah! Defeat or withdrawal?

I'd like to say "Alas"

because we don't fight

to the death any more.

Blackangus, things change.

I know, I know, Hannabarbera.

Wild beasts can't even fight now,

can they?

A lion against an elephant, forbidden!

Maybe 'cause it's a bit cruel to animals?

They were fed with sl*ves, Hannabarbera!

Is that cruel? Seriously?

What's the world coming to, eh?

Maybe it makes us more human though.

But aren't we becoming less cruel?

Just a question!

So, er, Ave Caesar.

The one about to die

salutes you, as they say.

So, er, Ave then.

Your turn, Obelix.

Er, what do I do?

Your speech to the crowd.

It's your turn, we're all ears.

-Speech!

-A speech?

Asterix…

This menhir…

Oh, no, Obelix!

Right, er…Okay.

Gentlemen, have a good fight.

And when you hear

the buccina, you can rumble!

One…

Two…

He didn't touch him! What is this?

No blows, no bites, nothing!

Come on! I'm 27 and I've never seen that!

-Four!

-Come on, get up!

What are you doing?

Five!

Six!

-Seven!

-It's rubbish! What is going on?

I can't believe my eye!

Eight!

Nine!

Obelix!

And ten!

It's over!

So I won?