Kekec

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The film was awarded with

the First Prize

at the Children's Film Festival

in Venice 1952.

Production TRlGLAV FILMS

presents to young boys and girls

KEKEC:

Screenplay based on a story by:

Director of photography:

Music by:

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Squeze him !

-Don't give up !

Squeze him !

Run ! Bedanec is here ! -Where?

-At the edge of the wood !

My head may turn into

a pumpkin if it isn't true.

He was seen yesterday.

-Ha, yesterday. . .

What a sap you are, Rozle !

-lf he was seen yesterday,

why not today? Bedanec is the

devil in human shape.

What a coward you are !

Bedanec can't harm me !

A cock's bill is the best charm

to protect you from the devil.

A bill isn't of much use.

The other day he lured a girl

and now she has to serve him.

A whole year.

-Let's go home, quick!

Go home all of you while

there is still time to go.

l'm not afraid of Bedanec at

all ! lf l met him now. . .

Kekec!

Tinka ! Home !

lf you met him now, your

heart would be in your mouth.

l'd trick him well and good,

if you want to know.

Would you really not be afraid

of Bedanec? He is terrible.

His hands are like shovels,

his eyes like charcoal,

his beard like this! -Tinkara,

what a chatterbox you are !

l'd pull his leg all right.

Then see if the cow's leg

has healed.

Tell Minjek to bring us some

cheese at Midsummer.

Try to be back by Midsummer,

we'll be celebrating.

Go on, scratch the bottom,

but don't eat up the dish.

Now go straight to bed. You

start early for the mountains.

What was that?

Bedanec has probably come to

take you for his servant.

You wouldn't let him take me,

would you?

lt was the wind slamming

the door.

Bedanec is asleep now,

snoring like an old bear.

You're always teasing me.

l'm angry with you.

You mustn't be angry with me.

l'll play you a song and your

anger will fly far away.

Anger, you know,

doesn't like music.

Don't cry Wolfie,

you're not Tinkara.

l have to go to the mountains

and you watch the house.

You lazy wench ! Day-dreaming

again and staring at nothing !

Go to work at once !

Work, work! Do you think

l'll feed you for nothing?

Come on, Lisa.

Don't be so impatient. You'll

have plenty of time to graze.

Who is it?

Ah, it's you Kekec.

And l thought a ghost was

making a fool of me.

Well, Lisa is gone and the

milk as well.

Uncle, you're not a man to

be fooled with.

What has brought you

to the mountains?

Father has sent me to see

how you're getting along.

All right, all right.

Two happy fellows like us are

bound to have good fun.

Let's go into the hut.

You'll need a good meal.

Come on, come on.

Who are you? -l'm Mojca.

l serve with Bedanec.

l've already seen you across

the cliff.

l'm Kosobrin.

l live there on the other side.

You've hurt yourself, poor

girl. We'll cure that in time.

There is a plant for any

disease in the world.

How good you are, uncle Bedanec

is such a rough person.

l hope he won't beat you because

of the jug, will he?

l'd like best to go with you.

But would you take me along?

l'd be glad to. But Bedanec

would take revenge on me.

Don't cry. Even this madman

will be beaten some day.

Sometimes cunning is

stronger than sheer force.

David, too,

has slain Goliath.

l'll cover your eyes, so you

won't see the secret passage.

Uncle, will you really take

me along? -Keep quiet!

Let's be off, quick!

Well, we're at home.

Each of these flowers has

a miraculous healing power.

But how can you know, uncle,

which flower cures

which disease?

lt was many years ago

when my grandfather was dying.

l was but a little boy then.

He called me to his bedside,

put his hand on my shoulder

and said:

Boy, health is the greatest

fortune in the world.

Then he told me all about the

healing power of each herb

and died. -And you've kept

all this learning in your head?

Everything.

Up to the last word.

You see, this one is the

devil's cud. This one is arnica.

And these are bearberies.

Good for liver and gall.

This is pickled viper's wood, an

important medicine against fear.

One draught

and you're as cool as cucumber.

''Mother's soul''. Good for sorrow

and suffering of the heart.

Let me see it, uncle.

Mother's soul.

l have no mother.

No mother, no father.

You poor thing,

so you're quite alone.

Quite alone, uncle.

After my mother died,

l left home.

Then l met Bedanec,

who has trapped me.

Never mind, Mojca.

You'll be all right with me.

Only don't let Bedanec see you.

-l'll be very good, uncle.

Wait! l want to show you

something wonderful.

Mojca!

You good-for-nothing !

Where are you hanging again?

Will l be waiting long for

your water?

Where are you hidding?

This one has blasted

on the other side of the Earth.

lt would have fried

your moustache

if we weren't so well sheltered.

Are you leaving already?

l'll be off by to tomorrow

morning if it clears up.

Why are you in such a hurry?

-They'll be worried at home.

l'll go back by the

waterfall. -The waterfall?

That's where Bedanec is. He came

from across the mountains.

lf you fall into his clutches,

it'll be a dead serious matter.

Don't you believe me?

Do you think you're talking

to the little Tinkara?

l'm not afraid of mere shadows.

Just stroke your moustache

and try to scare someone else.

-Well, what a plucky boy!

Listen ! The mountain sprites

are raising hell tonight.

You never know, when such a

sprite rushes into the house

and plays you a nasty turn.

What a plucky boy!

The best herbs are growing

just where Bedanec lives.

Neighbour, as you're such

a learned man,

you'd be maybe able to tell me

where my servant has gone?

Why are you scaring me like

that from behind my back?

Don't grow too big

for your boots!

l've only asked you about Mojca.

-Your own fault if she escaped.

Wait a moment, you weasel.

l'm nobody's fool.

Where's my servant?

Uncle, don't!

You'll break all my bones.

You'll talk by hook or by crook.

-Dear me, you may kill me !

Don't scream like that! l'm

only taking you to the clearing.

And there you'll rest a bit.

Meanwhile use your brains

and remember where Mojca is.

-What l have to live through !

Did l show you, eagle?

You won't forget me easily.

Why are you tied so roughly

to the tree, uncle?

Boy, my dear boy,

l've almost died

from fright and pain.

Help me, boy.

Save me, please.

l'm saved.

Death has failed

to take me.

You've saved me my dear boy.

How grateful l am to you !

Don't mention it. Any child

could cut a rope like this.

But who are you?

Come on, so l can thank you.

l'm Kekec, from the village in

the valley. -You're a good boy.

Listen to me !

Don't walk across the forest.

Bedanec may catch you.

You're dead if he gets you now

as you have saved me.

Go quickly through the thickest.

Never mind, we'll meet again.

You squirrels!

l'll strangle you !

l'll strangle you all !

We've met at last, you whelp!

Who are you?

Don't spit like a cat!

l've asked who you are !

l'm Kekec.

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