Vooruzhyon i ochen opasen (Armed and Very Dangerous)

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Central Studio of Children and

Youth Films named after M. GORKY

THIRD CREATIVE UNION

M. GORKY Film Studio thanks

the "BARRANDOV" (CSSR) and

"BUCURESTl" (SRR) film studios

for their assistance

in making this film.

Wanted to throw us behind bars?

Now die yourself, like a dirty dog.

Mister Fleming?!

They killed me,

Conroy. Yes, they did.

Gabriel, here are my notes.

This map is a real fortune.

A very big fortune.

Go seek it.

You have to do it now.

For 10 years I've been...

One day people...

will remem...

people will... remember.

Bastards!

Bastards!

Wait!

And what if he hasn't died yet?

ARMED AND VERY DANGEROUS

Based on Francis Bret Harte's

novel "The Time and Its Heroes"

Starring:

Gabriel Conroy DONATAS BANIONIS

Jack Hamlin MIRCEA VEROIU

Julie Prudomme LUDMILA SENCHINA

Dolores Damphy MARIA PLOAE

Peter Damphy LEONID BRONEVOY

Lucky Charlie LEV DUROV

Henry York VSEVOLOD ABDULOV

Shot Harry FERENC BENCZE

Julian Barreto JAN SCHANILEC

Lawyer Starbottle ALGIS MASULIS

Seller of mysteries GRIGORY LYAMPE

Mister Trott SERGEY MARTINSON

Judge Fleming OLEG ZHAKOV

Indian Joe TALGAT NIGMATULIN

Groom Bill DMITRY KRICHUN

Written by V. VLADIMIROVA, P. FINN

Directed by V. VAINSHTOK

Director of Photography K. RYZHOV

Production Designer K. ZAGORSKY

Music by G. FIRTICH

Sound by N. OZORNOV

The State Symphony Orchestra of

the USSR Committee on Cinematography

Conducted by M. ERMLER

Lyrics by V. VYSOTSKY

You're snoring like hell! Next time I

won't let you here on the coach-seat.

Hi, Bill! Happy to see you.

Thanks, Mister Harry. Likewise.

How are things? What's

the news in the politics?

Basically, nothing's new.

However, there's word the US

President has been very pissed off

since you refused to

become his cabinet member.

A good gag, dude!

Only love letters.

And we need cash!

Shot Harry. I would have

rather called you "Thug Harry".

Word's out, 7 years back

you with some other thugs

mercilessly killed Judge Fleming.

Say, who were your

accomplices? Did you get me?

He'll kill him.

Look, Bill, I got no

time. So hurry up, too.

The nearest mental institution

will be soon closed,

you need to rush there

and turn in this guy.

- Better answer me.

- I didn't want to kill him.

Mister Harry!

Wow! Such a handsome guy! And,

probably, from a rich family.

Where are your millions, sugar?

In the bank. And here's my checkbook.

What about a quick game of cards?

Great! What's your bet?

Okay! Come on!

- A ten.

- Hands up!

Don't shoot! Put down the guns!

Go!

Well done!

Did you get me?

No big deal. It's you

who really did well.

First time in my life I fought for

money some other place than at the table.

Right.

You know, miss, you're the bravest,

and the best woman I've ever seen.

Probably, you just haven't

met many women in your life.

Frankly, you're right.

We call upon our newspaper readers

to share our grief with us.

It's very touching to see here,

by my father-in-law's casket,

the outstanding citizen of our town,

the king of mining and

the banker Peter Damphy.

"No,"

- we exclaim.

"He'll take care that this noted

family won't lose its glamour,

when he becomes the

husband of the gorgeous

Dolores de Salvatiero. "

Aren't you ashamed

to write this crap?

You're an impudent boy, Henry York.

Remember - in our business even

minor things come in handy,

to say nothing of the gossip column.

You're desperate to get hot

news, and what if there's none?

You need to dig something up.

There're loads of uncovered crimes,

mysterious disappearances,

secrets, tragedies around us.

Shakespeare's characters have

just changed their professions:

Lady Macbeth serves

beer and gin in a saloon,

and Yago is an ice-cream retailer

opposite the Central Park.

June 12th, Bears Canyon.

The armed assault of Shot

Harry's gang on a mail-coach.

and 17,000 dollars in cash

- Mining Bank's property.

Go ahead.

- What does it mean?

- 10 bucks.

The assault was rebuffed. The

participants of this fight -

the prospector Conroy and the gambler

Hamlin can give you bigger details.

- They are not far away now.

- Do you know where exactly?

- How much?

- A double price.

These days basically everything

can be put up for sale, even humans.

As for me, I sell news, tips, secrets.

And they all come with a full warranty.

If you need me,

you'll find me any time after

sunset in the "Chikotes" bar.

They're staying at the "Miner" Hotel.

Sir, why did you come to me?

We haven't met before, have we?

I heard you say Shakespeare's

characters live among us.

Mister Hamlin!

Mister Hamlin!

- I want you to meet this writer.

- Just a newspaper reporter.

- Henry York from the "Golden Age".

- Glad to meet you.

He's here to ask us about

our encounter with Thug Harry.

But that's not the point. You know,

I subscribe to this "Golden Age".

And then paper the

walls with its copies.

It makes the room kind of warmer, and

some of the pictures are very cute.

About 5 days ago I

saw a classified there.

Here. Read it.

Those who have any information

on the late judge Henry Fleming,

killed under mysterious

circumstances in the winter of 1852,

are requested to contact Mister York

at the newspaper editorial office.

Okay, let's restore the truth and

justice, and punish the villains.

- Absolutely.

- And why?

You didn't know Fleming.

He was a real scholar.

A very sensitive and kind

man, a true American citizen.

He was killed to hush-hush a

crime, very serious for our society.

We are obliged to find his killers.

- But why?

- I don't get you.

Fleming is dead. Let either the earth

or God take care of him. You choose.

There isn't, wasn't and won't

be any justice in this world.

And what about the murderers?

I'm sure they're very old now and

their wives are cheating on them.

Their kids are losers,

they got debts and gout.

What's the big deal how

these bastards will die:

in their beds or on the gallows.

Don't say this. You're

not sincere, saying so.

No, I'm an ordinary guy and

I don't wish evil to anyone,

but if there's no

justice in the world,

why live then? Did you get me?

The judge was tracking this gang,

and, probably, he was aware, that

sooner or later they'd cap him.

Before he died, he gave me his

notebook and a deed for a lot of land.

I'm living on this

land now, you know.

- And what can you say about Damphy?

- Damphy?

He surfaced like a bubble from the rotten

bog mud, like many other rich men did.

He's very efficient,

energetic and lucky.

He buys lots, houses, pedigree horses.

His most recent purchase was a wife.

Her parents were totally ruined.

Mister Conroy, I can't figure

out many of these notes,

but I need to track them down.

And I'm gonna search for them.

And you'll end up finding nothing.

I know these local murders

- commonly no leads, no traces.

The sun is setting.

We'll find the guy who can

help us in the Spanish Quarter.

Let's go.

Bye, Mister Hamlin.

Why are you getting by?

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