R. Kipling MOWGLI
THE BATTLE
Screenplay by L. Belokurov Directed by R. Davydov
Art Direction: A. Vinokurov, P. Repkin Camera Operator: E. Petrova
Composer: S. Gubaidulina Sound Operator: G. Martynyuk
Animators: V. Zarubin, N. Fyodorov, O. Safronov,
V. Bobrov, O. Komarov, F. Eldinov, V. Likhachov, P. Korobaev
Voice Actors: Mowgli: L. Shabarin Akela: Yu. Puzyrev
Shere Khan: A. Papanov Kaa: V. Ushakov Tabaqui: S. Martinson
Assistant Director: N. Sumarokova Editor: L. Georgieva
Camera Assistant: S. Kascheeva Script Editor: A. Snesarev
Production Manager: L. Butyrina
- Right! - Left! - Up! - Down!
- Here! - There! - Up! - Down! - Up! - Down!
- We are finished! - I am already dead!
They are coming!
Many of them?
They flow like a boundless red river.
Ai, we are done!
Thank you, Chil.
You have always been a trusted eye of the Pack.
We be of one blood.
O Free Tribe,
the Red Dogs are coming this way.
Let them come!
Each of the Red Dogs alone
is weaker than wolf,
but there are too many of them.
Even Hathi tries not to cross their path.
And yet, it is better to die in battle
than to die running away.
This will be a great hunt,
though for many of us,
it will be the last.
What do you say?
It's... it's all because of Mowgli!
You should have given him to Shere Khan!
We accept the fight.
- We accept the fight. - We accept the fight.
We accept the fight.
I must warn the friend.
I will go to the python.
Where are you going?
Be careful, Mowgli.
"We accept the fight", they shouted.
And the loudest was that wretched frogling!
Fools.
They have forgotten the Law of the Jungle.
Everyone for himself.
And we go north to wait out.
And we go north! And we go north!
And we go nooorth!
There will be no one living all round when we return,
just bones of little Frogling all white and all sun-burnt!
His bones white and sun-burnt!
He-he, poor Mowgli.
Ouch!
Foolish little frog.
You spoiled my hunt.
How can you talk about hunting?
You must have became deaf of old age.
The Red Dogs are coming!
We accept the fight!
The Red Dogs?
Yes. This will be a great hunt.
But there will be neither the manling
nor Kaa after that.
Wise Kaa,
you fell asleep or what?
Let me think.
Kaa.
Ouch!
Follow me.
These are wild bees.
Why are we here?
Watch.
And for the manling, will wait
one certain old fat, deaf python.
So...
it means to pull the whiskers of Death.
Well, Kaa,
you are, indeed, the wisest of all the Jungle!
So many have said.
Go.
For your sake only
I will carry word to the Pack.
They will follow me, Kaa. They surely will follow me!
Watch out!
For Mowgli has many little thorns under his tongue
to prick into the hide of every single Red Dog.
They surely will follow me,
surely, Kaa!
Hey you, Red Gogs!
By whose leave do you come here?
We are the Masters of the Jungle!
Red Dog!
You red rat!
Go home, eater of dead lizards!
Not yet, Mowgli.
What, Master of the Jungle,
you can not get me?
Tell your dogs go home
to eat worms and frogs!
I do not need any watchers!
Are you pleased now, Red Dog?
I myself will tear out your stomach!
It is time!
Take your stump!
Hey, where are you going?
I am here!
It was a great hunt.
Long time ago I saved you, Little Frog,
and today you have saved the Pack.
Raise me to my feet.
Free Pack,
I am leaving for the Valley of Death.
You need the new leader,
who is young, strong and wise.
I speak of Mowgli.
And now
I will sing
my last song.
This is the fourth of the Mowgli stories.