Creative association "Ekran" (screen)
Here There Be Tygers
based on the short story with the same name by R. Bradbury
It had traveled millions upon millions of miles.
Earth was somewhere very far away.
People had forgotten the look of the Earth's Sun.
Our solar system was already settled and investigated
and profited on, and other systems
rummaged through and milked and tidied up,
and now the rockets of these tiny men
from an impossibly remote planet
were probing out to far universes.
In a few months, a few years, we could travel anywhere,
for the speed of our rockets was the speed of God Himself,
and now for the ten thousandth time
one of the rockets of the far-circling hunt
had feathered down into an alien world.
The air on the new planet,
planet 7 of star system 84,
was wonderful.
A medieval map might say 'Here there be tigers'...
Captain Forester,
did you remember to take your gun along?
Only in my holster.
If ever a planet was a woman...
this one is.
this one is...
Don't let the cosmetics fool you, Forester.
Underneath there is iron, copper, uranium gold...
All hard underneath, all male.
We'll fix this planet sir, we'll fix it good!
It doesn't like you, Chatterton.
Nonsense!
Feel it, by God, the wind!
You know, we never have really flown by ourselves like birds fly...
by themselves.
Wouldn't it be nice to put your arms out like this...
and run...
and fly!
Driscoll, come back!
Sir, tell him to come down. He'll be killed!
Do you see?!
My God, I'm flying!
I asked the wind to fly me,
and it did!
I'll chance it next.
Stand still, you idiots!
Haven't you felt it?
This world's alive, it's looking at us,
playing with us... biding its time!
I'll be the judge of that.
And you,
if you don't put down that gun immediately,
you're going to stay on the ship under arrest.
You're fools!
You can stay there if you want to.
I'm going... I'm going there,
getting my samples,
and getting back to the ship.
Chatterton!
Don't try to stop me!
Wine.
French domestic.
Milk!
I'm ready to go along with Chatterton,
this planet is alive.
alive...
It's a world unto itself.
But it needs us to show off to,
to appreciate its beauty.
Here's my little baby, nucleus of antimatter,
my adorable little bomb...
We just need to get you a bit bigger, add some mass
and you'll rip open the belly of any planet,
shatter it into small pieces!
You can't trust planets.
They're bound to be different, bound to be bad,
bound to be out to get you.
Especially this far off,
a billion miles from nowhere.
So you get them first.
Tear their skin off, I say.
Drag out the minerals and run away
before the damn world explodes in your face!
That's the way to treat them.
So... do unto this Picnic Ground
as you would have it do unto you.
No initial-cutting on the trees.
Replace the turf on the greens.
Clean up your banana-peels after you.
There's only one more thing this world needs...
Yes.
It's logical.
The wind flies us,
the trees and streams feed us,
everything is alive.
Perhaps if we asked for companionship...
Look here, sir.
Where is Chatterton?
I don't think we'll ever find him, Captain.
Captain.
Yes.
Just before we took off, I was in charge of the air-lock.
I let Driscoll slip away from the ship.
He wanted to go. I couldn't refuse him.
I'm responsible.
He's back there now...
on that planet.
Yes.
I know.
It's not too late to turn back.
I'm afraid it is...
Full speed ahead, navigator.
Full speed ahead.
Somewhere... far away.
Script: S. Task Director: V. Samsonov
Art director: I. Luts Camera: E. Gaman
Music: A. Kiselyov Sound: N. Kudrina
Voices: R. Suhoverko, V. Larionov, Yu. Puzyryev, A. Borzunov
Animation artists: O. Safronov, S. Sichkar, V. Sporyhin Assistant director: L. Yanelis
Artists: Zh. Koryakina, T. Sedova, T. Areshkova, A. Raspopov, A. Tsybin, I. Cherenkova
Montage: L. Ruban Script editor: A. Feodoridi Production manager: L. Varentsova
The End
"Ekran" 1989 Subtitles by houzdog03 & Niffiwan