♪ The look out is out ♪
♪ Let out of its shell Maybe we're all at sea ♪
♪ There's room no more ♪
♪ The room is berserk It just won't work with me♪
- ♪ Intermission time ♪ - ♪ We'll talk about it later ♪
- ♪ More like playing mine ♪ - ♪ Just sit back ♪
- ♪ Watch the story form ♪ - ♪ We've all been told to go now ♪
♪ Sold a ticket back It's black jack ♪
♪ It's anybody's deal Let's try a new reel ♪
♪ And maybe something I've got a hunch ♪
Row, by Toutatis!
Pull harder, faster!
Faster, stronger!
Come, Gamin, tell me. Are you content with your first journey?
Yes, Captain. I'm excited to be a pirate.
My lad, you are a connoisseur of adventures.
On this sea, we'll board lots of ships.
- The Phoenicians! - Hooray!
- The Spaniards! - Hooray!
- The British! - Hooray!
The Gauls!
Never say that word!
It's bad luck to talk about them.
It's the lightning, the hurricane.
It's the perfect storm.
- A sh... A shi... - A ship? Where is it?
- On the po... the po... the por... - On the port side. Are they not Gauls?
- No, the Roma... the Roman... - The Romans!
There are ma... ma...
- Romans? - There are ma...
- Blessed plunder. - There are ma... ma...
So...!
There are many Romans!
- Turn about! Flee! - Get rowing!
- Hoist the main sail! Double the cock sail! - Row if your lives are dear to you!
- If you row backwards now... - They're here! They're here!
Keep it straight! Come on! Faster!
- We're lucky it wasn't the Gauls, Captain. - Yeah.
Caesar, we have land in sight.
We will disembark here. We must conquer the Bretons.
- They've invaded Gaul too often. - Our victory is assured, great Caesar.
You'll conquer this little Brittany soon.
This great Brittany. Bretons are courageous people.
For them as for us, this will be the longest day.
The winds favour us.
We're off to a great start.
Good gracious. What a surprising spectacle.
It is, isn't it?
We ought to warn Cassivelaunos, our chief.
Let the operation begin,
with the order and discipline for the glory of Rome.
We are going to bombard their positions.
Prepare to give the signal with the catapults.
- Yes, Caesar! - Don't stir until I give the order.
Yes, Caesar!
A duck!
- The signal! - Fire!
I came, I saw, and I couldn't believe my eyes.
No, no, with discipline, I said!
Chief, they've begun the party without us.
That's not very sporting, I say.
We shall await them on the playing field.
Fire!
Attack!
I say.
Fire!
Allow me.
It's time, isn't it?
Time? Time for what?
- It's five o'clock. - We'll continue later.
Jolly good, jolly good.
- Where are they going, by Jupiter? - Walking out in the middle of the battle?
That won't do.
- That was a nice party. - But the Romans could've trained better.
Please.
Thank you.
Could I have a spot of milk in my hot water?
Yes, love, you can.
- They're drinking water. - Hot water with milk! How barbaric.
Excuse me, would you bother returning to battle?
- No, I'm sorry, not after two. - That's it for today, sorry.
Let me through, let me through. I want to speak with the general.
General Motus.
They stopped fighting. What will we do now?
I'm aching to fight. We can't wait for them all the time.
At this rate we won't get back to Rome for ten years!
Water, that's just not civilised, hot water I mean...
If they stop during working hours, we'll end up fighting during our breaks.
For the bean soup, you must heat up a bit of olive oil,
some small pieces of bacon,
slice them into thin slices, some water...
Silence!
...and simmer slowly!
It's maddening, Caesar!
The Bretons stop every day at five o'clock.
- They've stopped until tomorrow? - No, now they've stopped for two days.
- Huh? - They call it "the weekend".
I see...
No...
Motus!
These are my orders.
Henceforth, we will begin our attack at 5 o'clock,
and will continue for the two last days of the week.
Oh, ingenious, Caesar. Where do you get such tremendous ideas?
Good shot.
Forward, legionaries, for the greatness of Rome!
I say, that's hardly gentlemanly of them.
Centurions, decurions, legionaries!
- I'm proud of you. - Hooray!
Rome is victorious on both sides of the sea.
Hooray!
Down there is all of Gaul that I've conquered.
Except for that little invincible village.
I know. I don't want to go back there.
And here... here... I've vanquished all the Bretons!
Except one little village that continues to resist, hmm?
Yes, I know. I'll take care of it.
You look worried, Zebigbos.
Ah, yes. The Romans await reinforcements,
and we can't hold out much longer, Jolitorax.
I have an idea.
I have a cousin in Gaul. His village always resisted the Romans.
They have a magic potion that gives them superhuman strength.
- Where might this village be? - In Armorica.
- Good day, Assurancetourix. - Good day Mamie!
- Good day. - Good day.
Good day, Setautomatix. What a beautiful day. The spring smells good.
- Ah yes, that smell... - Long live the tide!
My fish are very fresh. They are still wriggling! They are very fresh.
That smells fishy to me. Those fish aren't fresh. You can smell it.
I dare to to come here and say they aren't fresh.
Sure I'll come. I'm not bothered.
And my fists, are they fresh?
You're always making me sick with that smell.
- Oh, a fight! - Hey, wait! Wait for me!
- Oh, look, a fight! - Let's go!
- Hello. Well, that's spring for you, Astérix. - Yes, the village is perking up.
- And what is it all about today? - Spoiled fish.
Ah yes, I see.
Obélix, are you coming? Aren't you going to fight any more?
- With nobody. - What did he do to you?
Look, Astérix. Obélix isn't really behaving normally today.
Yes, let's go see him.
- What were you saying? - Your fish aren't fresh.
My fish aren't fresh?
Druid Panoramix, can't you do anything for him?
- He needs a legion of Romans. - A legion? Why?
To fight them! He hasn't smashed a Roman for months.
They're all off to Brittany. Ah, yes, they're gone.
Excuse me. I beg your pardon, gentlemen.
- I am Breton and my name is Jolitorax. - Jolitorax! My German cousin.
Shall we shake hands?
I've come to ask for your help to fight against the Romans.
The Romans?! Where are they? Where are they?
I present to you Obélix, my best friend.
How do you do? Let's shake hands.
No! Obélix!
That's what the German asked me...
He's not a German. He's a Breton. And they don't talk exactly the same as us.
Splendid. Splendid!
Our Breton village is surrounded, and Roman legions are preparing to attack.
He's a German Breton. Don't shake it hard, even if he asks you to.
That's why we have taken the liberty to ask for your aid.
Yes, you... you did well to come here. Yes you can count on us.
Our druid will prepare a magic potion for you.
For an entire village, I need to prepare at least one barrel.
I'm going to need a lot of stuff.
I'll help you.
Okay, Obélix. We need to find honey, mead and carrots.
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!
And I'll get busy with some mistletoe.
Hey, Obélix!
Huh?
You call those carrots?
Well, I chanced upon these wild boars, and I'm a little hungry.
There, this is enough to give your whole village the strength to fight all those Romans!
Oh, I don't know how to thank you enough.
This barrel is heavy.
- Very, very heavy. - We need someone strong to carry it.
Like someone who fell into the magic potion when he was a baby.
Cool, cool, cool!
We're going to smash the Romans!
Cool, cool, cool! We're going to smash the Romans!
Ah, have a flask of magic potion.
It can be useful.
You have a long way to go!
I say, what good luck to have such two brave men accompanying me.
And also a little dog!
- Goodbye. - Goodbye Astérix!
- Have a good trip. - Knock those Romans up well!
Bring us a souvenir!
I hope you will eat well in Brittany!
- Goodbye! - Goodbye!
Goodbye! Have a nice trip!
You know, Astérix, we should've brought some provisions.
But for what, goodness gracious?
The food in Britain is excellent.
You row well, Jolitorax.
I've learned but a little.
My father was from Oxford, and my mother from Cambridge.
That's lovely.
Listen well. This is a rental boat.
It cost me a fortune.
So take good care of it, and steer clear of any Gauls.
And the Roman fleet.
- A sh... A sh... - A ship?
- Are they Gauls? - The Gauls?
- No, Pho... Pho... Pho... Pho... Pho... - Phoenicians?
A Phoenician merchant. We're all rich.
A pirate ship! We are lost!
Run for your lives!
- To the canoes! - We don't have any.
- To the lifeboats! - We don't have any.
- All right, then hide the booty. - Where then?
- In the canoes. - We don't have any.
The Gau... G-G... G-G...
The Gauls!
- Pirates! Oh goodie, goodie, goodie. - Obélix, we have no time.
He's coming!
Look, it's the fat one!
The fat one? Which fat one?
Turn back! Flee!
They are very powerful. Quickly!
It appears that they are acquainted.
Oh yes, they are old friends.
Captain, are all adventures like this?
Shut up and swim.
Hello, Gauls! We are saved because of you.
How can I repay you?
I wouldn't dare to offer you jewels, great Gauls.
You don't need to thank us.
Right, let's go.
Let me at least offer you a bag of herbs from the Far East.
Oh, all right, I'll give it to our druid.
Right, off we go.
Farewell, admirable Gauls!
We saved a cargo for just a handful of herbs.
Ah, it's been a good day.
You should be happy, Stratocumulus.
After such a tough campaign against the Bretons, taking Gaul should be a breeze!
Yes, but where I was in Armorica, there was a little village of madmen, and...
A little boat, straight ahead!
Probably some simple Gaulish fishermen.
Let's amuse ourselves by giving them a good scare.
- We shouldn't take any risks. - Risks?
A well-armed galley against such a frail tub?
Yes, but it's a frail tub filled with Gauls.
Wait till you hear what they'll say. "With Gauls".
Board the ship, by Toutatis!
What do you mean, "board the ship"?
It'll be great fun, Astérix. There are plenty of Romans.
Have a bit of magic potion.
We're doomed!
Those are the madmen I told you about...
Would you please come here?
Come here!
It's just to fight you. Wait up!
Wait up!
Don't make me run! You'll tire yourselves.
Ah, that's better.
Ah, no, no, I'm just...
What's going on?
It's just the fog. We're nearly home.
Okay, let's get back to our boat then.
Astérix, what if we kept the galley
to bring the barrel of magic potion to the Breton village?
- Don't talk so loud. They'll hear us. - Okay.
And our boat is more discreet.
- Are there any more Romans? - Yes, sir, there's me.
And now, are there any more Romans?
- No, sir. - Ah, very good.
Are there any more Gauls?
Is it always foggy like this in Britain?
Oh, no! Only when it's not raining.
Oh, eh, good, good, they've left.
Let's repair the boat and speak no more of this, okay?
No, let's talk!
They are transporting a barrel of magic potion to the village of unrelenting Bretons!
I heard them.
We must warn our superiors in Brittany!
Turn about!
Turn about? Aren't you exaggerating the power of that potion a bit?
Oh no, captain!
My little doggie hates the rain.
We should make a tunnel under the water.
I really dig that idea, Obélix.
Dig!
Well, right now I'm getting a little bit hungry.
I'll take you to a hostel
where you can have your first meal in Brittany.
Ah, here we are.
Come on, Obélix. You coming?
You think they have wild boar here?
Look, it's called "The Laughing Boar".
Goodness gracious, Minimax. We are lucky to find shelter in your home.
I have two Gaulish friends with me
and we've come to have a meal, since you are such an excellent cook.
I'll serve you a very, very good meal!
And three ales, please.
He never said he's going to serve us wild boar.
- But you remember the name of this inn, right? - Yeah.
Your ale, gentlemen.
Perhaps they are not warm enough?
I could reheat them a bit.
Dinner is ready.
It's my speciality!
Boiled wild boar with a mint sauce.
Is this "The Laughing Boar"?
Well, there is nothing to laugh about here.
Eat it! When in Britain, do as the Bretons do.
If you're hungry, please have some more.
I have an urgent message for General Motus!
Ave, General Motus. I have bad news.
Yes? What bad news?
That barrel must not arrive at the village of those unrelenting Bretons!
Send a message to all patrols!
They must arrest two Gauls, one Breton, one barrel and a dog!
You should leave soon.
The Romans closely monitor the closing time of inns.
It's almost time to close, innkeeper.
Yes, yes, I was just telling these gentlemen that...
Give us some ale while we're waiting.
Hey, you there. What are you transporting in that barrel?
- It's the magic... - Some ale.
It's some warm ale.
I thought it would be some Gaulish wine.
I would've confiscated that, but warm ale? No thanks.
Bottoms up, Chetopetrus!
It will get cold.
- Is your village much further? - We still have to cross Londinium.
- Londinium? - Yes, it's the capital!
Quiet.
Listen!
- Decurion Setalespus? - Setalapsus!
A message from General Motus.
Look for the invincible Gauls who are carrying a secret weapon in a barrel.
- It's warm ale! - Oh, no, thanks, Decurion, I'll pass.
My wagon!
Hey, you there! That's my wagon! Please stop!
Hey!
Oh dear.
Hey fatty, you're driving on the wrong side of the road.
Huh? Who is fat?
In Britain we drive on the right side of the road: The left.
I'm not fat, understood?
I'm a bit chubby, but I'm not fat.
I'm not fat. Get that out of your head.
- I'm not fat. - Down there! Surround them!
Get them!
- The Romans! - Where? Where are the Romans?
We're legging it.
That way!
I reckon my lawn will be jolly fine for 2000 years.
I say, that's shocking!
Catch them!
I say, it's forbidden to tread on my lawn.
By Jupiter, you dare oppose the march of the representatives of Rome?
My geraniums are less famous than Rome,
But my javelin is harder than your sternum.
Watch out!
General Motus!
I've got bad news again.
Go on, what is it?
The Gauls managed to escape our patrols.
- Where did they go? - To Londinium.
- Will you search the whole city? - Yes, General.
- And confiscate all barrels of wine? - Yes, General.
And when they are caught, will you boil them and throw them to the lions?
Yes general.
- With mint sauce? - Yes General!
Those poor lions.
There's a lot of patrols.
Let's hide the wagon.
This is my friend's house.
A Breton speaks Breton.
Oh, Jolitorax! What good wind brought you?
The city is full of Roman patrols tonight
and I'm looking for a shelter for my Gaulish friends.
Come on in, Gauls. We've got hot water.
I'm from Marseilles. My name is Olive Scartefix.
Because it's so complicated and I come from Gaul,
I call myself Gaulix, it's very easy.
It's a homage to...
Gaulix, sorry to interrupt you, old chap, but...
could you hide this barrel?
Of course! We'll set it aside with the barrels of Gaulish wine.
I have a small white home brew wine. It's Toutatis in a velvet sleeve.
I'll say, it's the blood of the Breton.
Because here we look only for the best drink and food.
- It's no big deal. - Bla, bla, bla, bla, bla.
This is where they invented their mint sauce...
You can taste the thyme, rosemary...
Hey, Astérix. Do you think we can still find some boiled boar?
For my friends, I've got everything they need. Believe me.
Look, my humble storage.
It all arrives fresh.
Sausages from Nice.
Hot dog links. Bêtises de Cambrai.
Breathe the smell of our house.
It smells so Gaulish.
Say, could that be a patrol Roman?
It's called a "Roman patrol".
In Caesar's name, open up!
I'm coming. I'm coming.
What's with that terrible outfit, guys?
Have dignity, and style.
Take my example.
Huh... Wha... Huh... Wh...
- That took you a while. - I was heating up some beer.
Search everywhere, guys!
We're looking for three men and a barrel.
- Astérix? - Shht!
- I'm a little hungry. - Shht!
We found nobody, Decurion. There are a lot of barrels though.
Confiscate all of them and take them to the palace.
Listen! Let me keep one nice cellar.
One cellar of my choice. Just one cellar.
I'm empty like this.
You're breaking my heart.
Do you hear, Decurion?
You're breaking my heart!
Look.
If, incidentally, the barrel we seek has your name on it,
you will be sorry!
I'm ruined.
There's nothing to drink any more!
Luckily, there's still some foo...
General, all the barrels of the city are here.
Very good. Let all soldiers taste from every barrel.
I hope we'll find the one that contains the magic potion.
Dismissed.
Legionaries.
Whoever finds some liquid that tastes a bit funny
reports it immediately.
With order. With discipline!
Open!
Dip!
Drink!
Advance!
Open!
Dip!
Drink!
We have to get that barrel before the Romans discover the magic potion.
- Is the palace still far away? - No, no, just a few feet.
Which feet?
The Romans measure distances in paces, and we in feet.
Feet?
I say, six feet make one pace.
Those Bretons are crazy!
Legionaries, drink! Open?
Dip!
♪ Long live Rome, Rome, Rome ♪
♪ Long live Rome, Rome of the Romans ♪
Who wants to fight? Come on! Who wants to fight?
Ge, Gauoo, Gaui, Gaulix. Gaulix.
I haven't tried this one yet!
Not bad! This is not bad.
Not bad? Hey, can I?
Don't touch my barrel.
Don't touch it.
Don't touch my barrel. Don't touch my barrel!
I'll show you!
Everyone that wants to taste my barrel is going to get it!
I'm the strongest. I'm the strongest.
- Are we approaching the palace? - Yes.
- But the sentries will stop us. - We'll smash them if necessary.
That is a good idea.
Ave!
We're the... We've come too...
All right. Very good. Thank you.
These Romans are drunk!
Is there anyone else who wants to drink from my barrel?
Is there... Is there... Who knows anyone who... Is there nobody?
Nobody?
What happened here?
Hey, you! Wow! You, the two fat guys!
Come on! I'm waiting for you.
There are no two fat guys. Only one, and he's not fat.
Look, Obélix. Gaulix. Gaulix.
These are his barrels.
- But which is the right one? - Well, let's taste them.
- We can't stay here. Its too dangerous. - It's dangerous, but it's good.
Please help me carry these barrels to the cart.
We'll taste them later.
Obélix, stop drinking. It's disgraceful.
Come, get to work.
Now we'll carry them discreetly into Depafix's house.
♪ They have big round barrels Long live Brittany ♪
Obélix, shut up! You're making us stand out.
You're shouting at me, Astérix.
- You don't love me any more. - Oh, of course I love you. I love you.
But if you make too much noise, you'll attract a patrol.
I love you, Astérix.
And if a patrol tries to do you harm, you'll see...
Oh, a Roman patrol.
Look, it's a Roman patrol
that wants to hurt my friend Astérix!
A Gaul! He could be the one we're looking for.
In the name of Rome, arrest...
Let's help Obélix.
An unattended cart. Jolly good luck for an unattended cart thief.
Roman soldier, if you'll allow me...
Astérix, I'm getting sleepy.
Oh, poor Obélix!
He normally only drinks goat's milk.
The wine has got to his head.
Idéfix, what's wrong?
I say, it's our cart.
We'll take care of our cart later.
Let's bring Obélix back to Gaulix' house.
Stupid dog. Stupid dog.
Legionaries!
You're the disgrace of the Roman army!
You behaved yourselves like barbarians and picadors!
When Caesar learns of this, he'll throw you to the lions in the circus!
Let them eat me, but please stop shouting.
The only barrels that are missing are the ones of the innkeeper Gaulix.
Search that inn, and arrest anyone you find there.
Dismissed!
Poor Obélix. It doesn't surprise me he was thirsty.
He ate all of my delicatessen, my salted cod and even the anchovies.
Let him sleep. We'll try to recover the barrel.
We've been looking for that cart and this barrel for hours, and nothing!
Nothing at all.
Well well, Astérix. Look!
We're lucky.
Yes, it's a rare wine.
The Romans have taken all barrels.
Would you like a taste?
- No, it's wine. - Of course it's wine.
- Who do you take me for? - Where did you get this wine from?
It's not your name on this barrel.
Oh, I have an excellent provider.
But I cannot reveal his identit...
Where did you get this wine?!
A guy called Fasserax brought it to me.
He lives at Via Romana number 16.
Via Romana number 16. Hmm, it's not far.
Good, but let's get Obélix first.
I say, ta ta.
I'm glad to help.
What happened here, by Toutatis?
The Romans came here.
They took away Gaulix and a fat guy who slept with helmets on his stomach!
To where?
To prison, in the Tower of Londinium.
Obélix, a prisoner of the Romans.
Where am I?
In the Tower of Londinium, where no man ever escaped from.
But even if they boil me in mint sauce, I'll stay silent.
You hear me? Silent!
Please don't shout... Don't shout...
We can't stay here.
Astérix will be worried.
He always worries about me.
We'll go looking for him right away.
I need a bit of fresh air anyway.
Come on, you're talking nonsense. You're chained.
Come, I'll help you.
If you're standing at this door, please open,
because we're coming out.
Oh well, let's go.
How did you...
What, now?
Please don't, please don't!
Don't hit me on the head!
Obélix, where are you?
I'm here, Astérix. I'm coming.
I'll come down, Obélix. Wait for me.
Go up or go down, but stop hitting us!
The visit to this Tower was very interesting, isn't it?
You know, Astérix, I'm sorry about what happened.
No, nothing really happened, Obélix.
Nothing has happened? Ah, it's... It's the worst.
What? Escaped?
Find them, or I'll drown you in warm ale.
And stop breaking my statues!
Britons, Gauls, drunkards, my statues...
I can't do it any more.
I've got just the thing behind the drapes. It's a wine that can't be found anywhere else.
And if you buy it, you'll get the horse and cart for free.
- How many barrels did you want? - Just one.
- Decurion, shall we arrest them? - No.
They're looking for their barrel. We just have to follow them.
There you are. You'll like drinking this.
You won't regret it.
It's a jolly good day.
That stupid dog again. Look what I have here.
Come, little doggie. Come here.
Dirty beast, I'll get rid of you.
It's good that we have a number.
A description of the house would not have been enough.
There it is.
- It says "Xvi". - It's not "Xvi". They mean "16".
These Bretons are crazy.
These aren't Breton numerals. Those are Roman numerals!
So the Romans are crazy.
I say...
Calm down, Pétula. These fine gentlemen will explain themselves.
I say, this is number 16, isn't it?
Ah, no, this is number 17.
Yes, one would think this is number 16 because the 1 fell off.
Then we have been misled. Excuse us.
Naturally, yes.
Pétula, remind me to replace the missing 1.
And now I could do with a spot of hot water with some toast.
This also says "Xvi". We're wrong again.
- Come, Obélix. - All right, I'm coming.
Idéfix!
Who are you? What are you doing here? You don't have the right!
What have you done with my little doggie?
Are you the one that stole the barrels of Gaulix?
What are you saying? Which barrels?
These barrels, thief!
Oh, it's wine. Where are the others?
You're going to talk, by Belenos!
Our neighbours are uncommonly noisy today, aren't they Pétula?
Quite so. A cloud of milk?
Do you hear me? You'll talk!
- Talk! - Oh.
I say, I hope the neighbour starts talking.
- I'll talk. I'll talk. - A corking wise decision.
Please, I'll give you a list of all my clients.
And then I'll tell you everything that I've taken.
Two torn sacks of wheat, one one-eyed horse, false jewellery, the base of a statue...
Fine.
The first on the list is the trainer of Camulodunum. What's that?
It's a team that's playing in the tournament of the five tribes, against Durovernum.
- Can we arrest them now? - No, we follow them. They still don't have the barrel.
I say...
Camulo! Forward! Go blue!
Out of uniform they won't recognise us among the crowd.
The decurion said to go out of uniform, imbecile.
So, am I not out of uniform?
Tell me the rules of this game, Jolitorax. Is it complicated?
Quite simple, really.
Two teams of 15 players and a pumpkin shaped like an olive.
They are allowed to do practically anything to bring it to the opponent's goal.
And that board is to keep track of the score.
Oh, it's the Caludonian bards.
That's the sacred goose of Camulodunum.
And that is the hen of Durovernum.
Mjum, mjum.
Here come the players.
The players! Oh, the players!
The players! The players!
Go blue!
He's the druid umpire.
He will sound the kick-off of the pumpkin.
Bravo! That's a clever game. We should play that at home.
Penalty! For unnecessary roughness.
- But he's pretending. - No, he wasn't diving.
Healers!
Look! Could that be our barrel?
Let's go, Hiphiphourax. Drink a cup of this.
Now we will see if it's the magic potion.
I say, old chap, it was you that trampled on my face, isn't it?
Try to stay calm.
It's just a game, and that sort of thing.
He's used the magic potion. Let's go!
He scored a point. He'll try to turn it around.
- What are you doing down here? - P-Pu... P-pu... Pumpkin!
- Legionaries out of uniform, follow them! - Me too?
- I'll buy this barrel. - No, we need it to treat the injured players.
- Seize that barrel! - Romans. Here, Obélix!
Here I come.
Come here. He won't pass us.
My barrel!
Obélix, I suggest that you return the pumpkin so that they can continue the game.
Pity!
To me, legion!
So lucky are we! In one hour we should be in the village.
I say...
a...
Roman...
galley!
- Surrender yourselves, by Jupiter! - Never, by Toutatis!
As you wish. Fire!
Finally, we got them.
Good news, General Motus.
The magic potion has sunk to the bottom of the river, with the Gauls that carried it.
By Jupiter! Very good!
- Reassemble all legions. - Yes, General!
We'll attack the village tomorrow morning.
This time the Romans have won.
We didn't even have the time to smash them.
I say, it'll be embarrassing to return to my village this way.
Even without the magic potion, we'll defend your Breton village against the Roman legions!
Look, now I'm talking like you!
We need to find something.
It's so stupid that we arrive like this after all those adventures.
The Romans, the pirates, the Phoenicians...
The Phoenicians! I have an idea!
To the village, quick!
The Romans will attack soon, but there's still no news from Jolitorax.
We're doomed.
I say...
Idéfix! Shh.
Halt, who goes there?
- We'll die with the sword in hand, I say. - Jolly good plan.
Hello, Chief.
Jolitorax! I was beside myself with worry.
I'm so happy to see you.
I'm so terribly glad to see you again, Zebigbos.
Spare me the emotions. Do you have the magic potion?
Yes! I'll make it right away.
Marvellous! Marvellous! I'll go assemble the men.
You're going to make it? You know how to prepare the magic potion?
- With the oriental herbs? - I'll explain it to you later.
- Obélix, go find me some hot water. - That's it.
Nobody ever tells me anything. I'm just good at getting hot water, I am.
And nothing else.
Legionaries!
Atten-hut!
The besieged Bretons have lost both their secret weapon and their Gaul allies.
All danger has been averted.
To defeat them without danger, try to avoid any trouble.
There. It's ready.
I say, that is delicious.
And now, we'll just have to await the Roman attack.
Could I have a cloud of milk in my magic potion?
Legionaries!
Form a square!
In attack position, form a triangle!
Attack!
Romans!
I'll inform you that we're here
and we have the magic potion!
Who said you could make a circle?
- They have the magic potion. I won't go. - Those Gauls, they are... They are crazy!
The little one, he's called Astérix.
I didn't come here to get gutted.
I won't go either.
So when the fish has cooked thoroughly...
you need to find some thin slices of cheese, because...
We're not done yet, are we?
Attack!
Indeed! Attack!
Listen to your leader.
Attack!
Don't you want to come here? Come on!
- Obélix, you're not at home. - Precisely. We're tourists at the neighbours.
- They're making a sortie. - They will push us back.
I say, allow me.
Not the teeth! Not the teeth! Too late.
- My spotted undies. - I tore another outfit.
Enlist, they said. Re-enlist!
You are the disgrace of the Roman army!
Thank you, Astérix.
We've defeated the Romans thanks to you and your magic potion.
Oh, you know. It wasn't exactly a real magic potion.
I suspected that, but my men really believed that they were much stronger.
And that's it, the courage.
Send me more of those herbs. I'll make them into the national beverage.
I say, Astérix. We'll hold a great feast in your honour.
Yes, with mint sauce.
Warm ale.
Come, we're going home!
Excuse us for not staying for your banquet, but he's famished.
Obélix, I'm coming.
That's what they call "taking the Gaulish leave".
Gau-Gau... Gau-Gau...
Gau...
Gau-Gau...
The Gau-Gau...
The Gauls?
Hey Astérix, what are those pirates doing?
I won this time. You didn't sink my ship.
These pirates are crazy.
So you made them a hot drink?
Yes, with the herbs of the Phoenician.
I've still got some leaves left. Do you know these, Panoramix, our druid?
Yes, this is tea.
They liked it, those English?
The English... I mean, the Bretons?
♪ The look out is out ♪
♪ Let out of its shell Maybe we're all at sea ♪
♪ There's room no more ♪
♪ The room is berserk It just won't work with me ♪
- ♪ Intermission time ♪ - ♪ We'll talk about it later ♪
- ♪ More like playing mine ♪ - ♪ Just sit back ♪
- ♪ Watch the story form ♪ - ♪ We've all been told to go now ♪
♪ Sold a ticket back It's blackjack ♪
♪ It's anybody's deal Let's try a new reel ♪
♪ And maybe something I've got a hunch ♪
♪ The crunch is now on you Let's try something new ♪
♪ And maybe someone can turn the wheel ♪
♪ The look out is out ♪
♪ Let out of its shell Maybe we're all at sea ♪
♪ Fade out on the moon ♪
♪ It's too soon to tell It just won't work with me ♪
- ♪ Expedition time ♪ - ♪ We take up all the challenge ♪
- ♪ Try another line ♪ - ♪ It's all right ♪
- ♪ Sing a different rhyme ♪ - ♪ We'll sing a song about it ♪
♪ Things will be all fine There's no fight ♪
♪ It's anybody's deal Let's see how you feel ♪
♪ And maybe something I've got a hunch ♪
♪ The crunch is now on you Let's try something new ♪
♪ And maybe someone can turn the wheel ♪
♪ The look out is out ♪
♪ Let out of its shell Maybe we're all at sea ♪
♪ There's room no more ♪
♪ The room is berserk It just won't work with me ♪
- ♪ Intermission time ♪ - ♪ We'll talk about it later ♪
- ♪ More like playing mine ♪ - ♪ Just sit back ♪
- ♪ Watch the story form ♪ - ♪ We've all been told to go now ♪
♪ Sold a ticket back It's blackjack ♪
♪ It's anybody's deal Let's try a new reel ♪
♪ And maybe something I've got a hunch ♪
♪ The crunch is now on you Let's try something new ♪
♪ And maybe someone can turn the wheel ♪
♪ The look out is out ♪
♪ Let out of its shell Maybe we're all at sea ♪
♪ Fade out on the moon ♪
♪ It's too soon to tell It just won't work with me ♪
- ♪ Expedition time ♪ - ♪ We take up all the challenge ♪
- ♪ Try another line ♪ - ♪ It's all right ♪
- ♪ Sing a different rhyme ♪ - ♪ We'll sing a song about it ♪
♪ Things will be all fine There's no fight ♪
♪ It's anybody's deal Let's see how you feel ♪
♪ And maybe something I've got a hunch ♪
♪ The crunch is now on you Let's try something new ♪
♪ And maybe someone can turn the wheel ♪