us had an ample share
of the treasure,
the doctor calling it
sharing the booty.
Ben Gunn spent his in three weeks,
and he was back begging after that.
The Captain's wound
turned out to be serious.
He retired from the sea,
and settled in a village.
From his house
he couldn't see the sea.
The Doctor gave up practicing,
and settled in London.
We see each other occasionally.
The Squire loves to tell guests
tales of our adventures.
But his stories have little
resemblance to the truth.
I have no desire to remember
the island.
The worst dreams I ever have are
the surf booming on the coast,
and I start upright in my bed,
with the sharp piercing voice of
Captain Flint in my ears.
Pieces of eight! Pieces of eight!
Pieces of eight!
Screenplay by
Edgar DUBROVSKY, Yevgeny FRIDMAN
Directed by
Yevgeny FRIDMAN
Director of Photography
Valery BAZYLEV
Production Designer
Konstantin ZAGORSKY
Music by A. RYBNIKOV
Sound by N. SHARY
Lyrics by Yu. MIKHAILOV
Conductor E. KHACHATURYAN
Starring
Boris ANDREYEV
as John Silver
Aare LAANEMETS
as Jim Hawkins
L. NOREIKA as Doctor Livesey
A. MASIULIS as Squire Trelawney
I. URMONAVICHUS as Captain Smollett
L. SHAGALOVA as Mrs. Hawkins
A. PIKYALIS as Israel Hands
V. TOMKUS as George Merry
M. SELYUTIN as Dick Johnson
H. AVENS as Morgan
N. SILIS as Tom
Yu. PLYAVINSH as Gray
I. KLASS as Ben Gunn
K. VITKUS as Billy Bones
A. FAIT as Pew
V. GRAMMATIKOV as Joyce
A. ROSS as Redrett
A. ALYOSHIN as Hunter
V. RUDOVICH as Bob
The EndM. Gorky Central Film Studio
for Youth and Children
Robert Louis Stevenson's
TREASURE ISLAND
I was just past my fifteenth
birthday.
My mother kept a seaside inn,
"The Admiral Benbow",
a fair distance from
the nearest town.
In those autumn days
a brown old seaman,
with a sabre cut on his cheek,
took up his lodging under our roof.
He would spend whole days
wandering around the cove
with a brass telescope.
All evening he sat in a corner of
the parlor next to the fire.
It was one of those quiet evenings
when the events
that still sear my memory began.
I can call it to mind what an icy
wind blew through the door
when the blind man entered,
and how fast I had to run
to look for help!
If I hadn't met the Squire
on the road,
and Doctor Livesey,
I would never have heard
of Treasure Island.
Can any one inform a blind man
who gave up his sight
in the defense of England,
and may God bless King George,
is this the inn?
- The Admiral Benbow?
- Yes! Can we help you?
And where can I find my mate,
seaman Billy?
Who's that moving there?
That you, Billy?
Stay where you are!
Don't you even call to mind
your former shipmate?
- Is it you, Pew?
- Himself.
When Flint cast off, and you had
disappeared, the boys were angry!
It's not good, a man deserting
his old friends.
- Tell me why you have come?
- I bear you the good wish...
of the one-legged man.
The Black Spot!
This has to be done.
Just one hour, that's all, Billy!
Run, Jim, make haste.
- Where are you going?
- I won't be long, mama.
Where is he making for
in the dead of night?
In one hour, I won't give a lead
penny for the Admiral Benbow,
nor for you, if nobody comes
to help us.
You had better leave.
And why should I leave
my own house, sir?
If you don't leave, go down to
the cellar and bolt yourself in.
You must pay two months rent,
Mister Bones.
I have every intention of
staying longer in this cabin.
Billy, have you thought it over?
We have you over a barrel.
Let's come to an agreement
like good shipmates.
Give us the map, and we'll
pull up anchor with the tide.
Can you hear me, Billy?
Better down the door, my lads!
'Tis the map that you're wanting?
All right, scum! Come get it!
You heard him, didn't you?
Forward, you lubbers!
It's Dirk's whistle! We must get
away!
Dirk's a fool! Forward!
Into the house, men! Make haste!
- We must fly, Pew!
- Come back, you dogs!
Or we'll lose everything!
I'll do it alone!