Original subtitles

[thunder rumbling]

[thunder crashing]

[electricity jolting]

[Jessie narrating] It was a

storm of judgment.

[electricity zapping]

[electricity zapping]

For years, we had been hiding

from oppression.

Hiding from Napoleon's spies.

But now nature was washing away

the disease.

I always knew, as with all

things built on the wrong

foundations, the farm would one

day crumble.

At last, the wait was over.

The poisonous cement which held

Napoleon's evil dream together

was being washed away.

I could taste it in the water.

I was old, I was almost blind,

but I could still remember.

[birds singing]

It started the day the

Pilkington's returned Mollie.

[couple laughing]

Old Major, the prize boar, had

had a dream, and the other pigs

had called a meeting in the

barn.

[family laughing]

[sheep bleating]

[laughing continuing]

Yes, got it!

Got you, got you!

Now, boys, not too much.

Hush up woman.

They shouldn't do that.

They're having fun, now hush

up.

Yes, we're only playing, Ma.

[pig squealing]

And one day, the pigs might

come and play with you.

There you go again, talking

rubbish.

Only dumb animals.

Right.

[laughing continuing]

Boxer!

Boxer, keep straight!

Keep straight!

Look where you're going!

Boxer!

Keep a line, keep a line.

Fool of a horse.

Going the wrong way.

Boxer!

Boxer!

[crow cawing]

What the--

Whoa, Mollie.

Whoa there.

Whoa.

Whoa, whoa.

Jones, you old drunkard.

Mr. Pilkington; Mrs.

Nice hat.

We brought your horse back.

Thanks.

Mollie.

Yeah, she did the job.

Where do you want her?

There's a meeting tonight.

In the barn.

Okay, Jessie, I'll be there.

It's very kind of you to

invite us tonight, Mr. Jones.

Oh, it's nothing special.

Just a few neighbors over for a

drink.

Well, we wouldn't want to

miss out on his generosity,

would we?

Look, Mr. P, about your--

My dear boy.

We'll speak tonight, eh?

Walk on!

Bye, bye, Jessie.

I hate him, he smells.

Oh, do be quiet.

Come on, Mollie.

Come on.

That man has loser written all

over his face.

Don't think he can take much

more.

I thought he was your friend.

My friend?

How very little you know of the

world.

[laughing]

Yes! Yes!

Come on, Boxer, walk on.

And keep a line!

Keep a line, damn you!

Go on, steady, Boxer!

[horse neighing]

Boxer! Boxer!

Look what you've done to my

field, you stupid lump of dog

flesh!

You're a dead horse, Boxer,

you're dog meat!

You're for the glue factory!

I'll strangle you with my own

hands--

[grunting]

What's going on?

Leave him be!

Leave him be!

Thou shalt not kill.

He was hurting Boxer.

But no animal can ever attack

a human.

No human should ever hurt an

animal.

Jones!

Ohh.

Where are you?

Jessie, Jessie.

Go, quick!

I've got a train to catch!

Quick, she's coming.

Quick.

[crow cawing]

Wake up, ya drunken pig!

[Jones grunting, groaning]

We're now late, and the car

probably won't start anyway.

You said you'd get it fixed.

Now, please, don't get drunk.

There's a clean table cloth in

the cupboard.

Don't wear those boots.

And don't call me at my

sister's, you know she hates

you.

Hey, come on, girls.

You're supposed to be at the

meeting.

Come on, follow me.

[sheep bleating]

Oh, and the sink is blocked

and the butchery is full of

flies.

Oh, yeah, love, yeah.

Make sure you get Pilkington

to lend you more money.

[geese clucking]

[pigeons cooing]

[cows mooing]

Ohh...

Animals, the wisest of us all

has words which must now be

spoken.

These words came to Old Major

in a dream, and must now be

heard.

My friends, I do not think I

will be with you for many days

more.

I've had a long life, and now it

is my duty to pass on to you

such as I understand of the

nature of our lives.

Animalkind is born to a

miserable, laborious, and short

existence.

We are given only just enough

food as will sustain the breath

in our bodies for the work we

do.

And when our usefulness has come

to an end, we are slaughtered

with hideous cruelty.

No!

[all] No!

Yes!

And who, pray, is responsible

for our suffering?

Eh?

Hm?

Man.

Man is our enemy.

[laughing, music playing]

Mr. P.

Hm?

Oh, not too much, now.

Heh.

Must be trying to sweeten me up,

eh?

[both chuckling]

Mr. P, about the money I owe

you...

My dear boy, just having a

friendly drink.

Don't want to spoil the

occasion, do we?

The bank is onto me, Mr. P.

I don't know what to do-- I'm

desperate.

Well, you can always just

sign the farm over to me and

have done with it, eh?

[laughing]

Mr. Frederick.

I'm sure Mr. P will work

something out for you, my dear.

[men laughing]

Mrs. Jones not about this

evening?

No, she's gone to her

sister's on the train.

Oh.

[partygoers chatting]

Remove man,

and the root cause of hunger and

overwork is abolished forever.

Remove man, and the produce of

our labor will be our own.

Remove man, and overnight, we

will become free and equal!

[together] Free and equal!

Free and equal!

I thought I was free.

Will it mean no harnesses?

If you'll believe that,

you'll believe anything.

We must never come to

resemble man in any way.

If there are no humans, who

will brush my mane?

Oh, no.

And who will braid it with

ribbons?

Did I hear someone say

ribbons?

I could get ribbons.

I could get anything.

What you got to trade?

You shouldn't care about

looking pretty for humans.

But I like looking pretty for

humans.

...or engage in trade.

What, no trade?

Amongst us animals, there

must be unity and comradeship!

All animals are friends.

All humans are enemies.

Night, Jonesy!

[snoring]

[door closing]

We'll have to stay over,

Mr. J.

[snoring continuing]

Help me up, then.

Ooh.

Beg pardon.

[Mrs. Pilkington laughing]

Second door on the left.

[snoring]

Pilkington, we've got to talk--

now.

Wake up!

I can't pay you.

You've got to give me more time.

In fact, if you can see your way

clear to, to lending me another

100 or so-- just for a month.

Pilkington!

I need your help.

Wake up,

you fat, money-grabbing pig.

[snoring]

[disgusted groaning]

[Jones muttering]

Oh, no.

Mrs. P.

You've got the wrong room.

No, I haven't, my dear.

[chuckling]

Don't worry.

He'll be out for the night.

Now, my friends, I will tell

you about the end of my dream.

And a song that came to me.

It's a song you must learn.

It's a song of justice

and freedom.

♪ Beasts of the world

♪ We shall unite

♪ Rise up and ready

♪ For the fight

♪ Soon or late the day will be

♪ When man's defeated

♪ And we are free

[joining in] ♪ Soon or late

♪ The day will be

♪ When man's defeated

♪ And we are free

[couple laughing]

Oh, Mr. J!

[animals making noises]

♪ Our limbs be tired and worn

♪ Our dreams will not

♪ be broken

♪ And our hearts will not

♪ Be torn

♪ Our dreams will not

♪ Be broken

♪ And our hearts will not

♪ Be torn

[animals making loud noises]

What's going on?

[animal noises continuing]

Blasted coat.

[noises continuing]

Getting a man out of his sleep.

[grunting]

[gun firing]

[animals panicking]

[pig groaning]

Damn foxes.

[grunting]

Old Major had been hit.

Was our revolution over before

it had begun?

No!

[groaning]

Oh, Major, no.

[squealing]

[knife slamming]

There are no rewards after

death.

There is only the here and now.

We must work to make this life

better.

Friends, we must always

remember that Old Major died for

every one of us, and now we each

have a duty to him.

Revolution!

[pig squealing]

Must need feeding again.

Jessie!

Jessie!

Come on, girl!

[Jessie gasping]

Come on, girl.

Here.

Take it.

Here.

Come on.

[barking]

Hello?

What's the matter, girl?

Don't like it?

[thunder rumbling]

If you paid more attention to

the farm, we wouldn't have

money troubles.

[dishes rattling]

[chair squeaking]

Where you going?

The animals need feeding!

[thunder crashing]

Dennis, Eric, drink?

Yeah, come on.

We haven't fed or milked 'em

yet, Mr. Jones.

We'll do it later, I need a

pint.

We need milking.

[Jessie barking]

Stupid dog wants a pint too.

Well, if she's got any money,

she can have one.

I'm very hungry.

You'll just have to wait.

[indistinct drunken chatting]

At last.

[indistinct chatting]

Will he feed us now?

Shhh.

Mr. Jones?

What about the animals?

Ah, let 'em rot.

Now, come on, lads.

Let's get another drink.

[indistinct chatting]

I need food.

[whispering] Be quiet.

You'll wake up Mrs. J.

[indistinct chatting]

Let's go.

It's in the food store.

Quiet.

Boxer, we can help ourselves.

Come on.

Shh.

[TV droning, men chuckling]

Come on, follow me.

♪ Beasts of the world

♪ We shall unite

♪ Rise up and ready

♪ For the fight

♪ Soon or late the day will be

♪ When man's defeated

♪ And we are free

[animals making noises]

♪ ...misery

♪ Our limbs be tired and worn

Wait, do you mind?

I'm trying to have my dinner.

That's mine.

I was saving that.

Leave it out!

Boxer?

Boxer, Boxer.

The humans are coming.

[animals making noises]

What's going on in there?

[breaking shotgun]

Come on, let's get them.

Get off!

[grunting]

[gun firing]

[glass breaking]

[geese honking]

[struggling]

Help!

[neighing]

[dogs barking]

[crying out]

[lantern breaking]

Run for it, lads!

[panting]

Don't give them time to

regroup!

Seize the day!

Let's get to the car!

[chickens clucking]

Run for it, Mrs. J!

[animals making noises]

[engine turning over]

Start the car!

[barking]

[crying out]

[screaming]

Oh!

[snorting]

Oh!

Wait for me.

Quick, come on, get inside.

Move it.

Come on, move it, move it.

Hurry, come on.

[animals singing]

Victory is ours!

♪ ...sing the song of justice

♪ Sustain our freedom shield

[singing continuing]

What do we do now?

Wait and see.

This is an outrage.

On my farm, animals know

their place.

Know their place?

Of course they know their place.

They're animals.

What am I going to do?

My dear boy, you're homeless.

You've no money.

The treatment of your animals

has led them to seizing power,

an uprising which could easily

spread to all our farms.

You've done enough.

[crying]

Shut up!

I'm thinking.

[cawing]

Oh, no.

They've come to kill us.

Do something, Mr. P.

[Mrs. J sobbing]

Shoo.

And so at last the farm

belonged to us, and we were

free.

We knew we could live

without fear.

And Snowball would show us the

way.

Can you read?

Not yet, but I will learn.

Oh, that's good.

Snowball, the cows are in great

pain.

They need milking.

Well, I could try.

All right, now, just hold still.

[mooing]

Whoops.

Oh, lord.

All right, I just need practice.

Can you see anything?

Hmm?

'Course I can't see.

I don't have the eyesight, do I?

Well, can you smell anything?

[sniffing]

What?

Other than you?

Hey, get off!

Whoah!

There's Snowball and Jessie.

[barking]

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Hello, Jessie.

What's he doing up there?

Come here, come and look.

See, I have a glorious surprise.

What are you doing?

Well, what does it say?

That is the farm's name, and

as the farm now belongs to

us, what words have I painted?

Us farm?

Animal Farm.

Animal Farm.

Hmmm.

Well, if you can write, you

must be able to read.

Yes, we pigs have taught

ourselves to read and write.

Ohhh.

Uh, what is it?

I think it's my time.

You're dying?

No, puppies.

Puppies.

Puppies.

Quick, what do we do?

Steady now, Boxer.

Let's get Jessie back to the

barn.

Boxer.

Boxer, where are you?

Come on, we're waiting.

Are you sure you're okay?

Boxer, go with the others,

I'll be fine.

Hmm.

If you're sure.

I'm sure.

Here by the house.

[grunting]

[glass crunching]

[distant music]

[TV playing music]

What's that?

It's a box where humans watch

humans.

Hmm.

Keeps them quiet.

Could be useful.

Mmm.

Animals, I propose that the

farmhouse isn't used but is

preserved as a museum.

All those in favor?

[TV music continuing]

Carried.

[laughing]

Let's see how the humans lived.

They steeped themselves in

luxury while we lived in

squalor.

The horsehair chair.

Animals have to die for humans

to sit in comfort.

[sniffing]

And this bed, filled with

feathers plucked from animals.

[gasping]

Ohh.

[all moaning]

Oh, for heaven's sake.

We must bury them all.

[animals making noises]

Compatriots.

Over here!

We must work quickly.

Tell Pincher to meet me in the

harness room.

Aye.

This might be a problem.

[puppies squeaking]

Hm?

Hmm.

[puppies squeaking]

These are Old Major's

thoughts, the principals of

Animalism.

We must always remember what he

taught us.

[Old Major] What is important

is that we must never come

to resemble man in any way.

One: whatever goes upon two

legs is an enemy.

Two: whatever goes upon four

legs or has wings is a friend.

[Old Major] After all, we are

animals.

Three: no animals shall wear

clothes.

Four: no animals shall sleep in

a bed.

[Old Major] We can no longer

stoop to his level.

Five: no animal shall drink

alcohol.

[Old Major] Or engage in

trade.

Six: no animal shall kill any

other animal.

[Old Major] Fighting each

other is the nature of man.

Ah, Pincher, sit down.

And most importantly, seven:

[Old Major] Amongst us

animals, there must be unity

and comradeship.

[Old Major and Snowball] All

animals are equal.

[all] Hurrah!

I swear on the sacred memory

of Old Major...

To serve Napoleon before all

others.

To serve Napoleon before all

others.

Rise up, Pincher, and take

your position as leader of the

Animal Guard.

Bring in the other dogs.

This is the doctrine of Old

Major.

And it is our duty to follow

each and every commandment.

[all] Hurrah.

Animals, animals, we have

work to do.

There's been enough discussion.

We have a harvest to bring in.

And let us make it a point of

honor to do it quicker than

humankind.

Now, line up to receive your

instructions.

Left a bit.

Straight ahead now.

Oh-- right a bit.

Oooh.

Oh!

This is harder than it looks.

I must use all my strength.

We all worked together in the

fields, and we were happy.

The pigs stayed inside the barn

and counted the hay.

Only twenty-five bales of hay

today.

We need more effort.

I...

I can work harder.

[grunting]

[bleating]

[squeaking]

While Snowball worked towards

Old Major's ideals, Napoleon

made different plans.

And are the puppies weaned

yet?

Nearly.

Well, we have milk to feed

them.

Take them away.

Give her some explanation.

Where is Boxer?

Animals!

We are now ready to raise our

flag of freedom.

Well done, Boxer.

I give you the hoof and horn.

[engine shutting off]

[snoring]

[door opening]

There now, I told you we'd

find him with his neck in a

bottle.

[glasses rattling]

Mm?

All over in two weeks, I think

you said two months ago.

This is what happens when a

weak man is allowed to run a

farm.

On my farm, there are no weak

men.

Obviously the animals are

managing better than we

expected.

We'll have to do something.

I'll do something.

I'll wring his drunken throat.

We need information on what's

going on.

Why don't you send in a spy?

How can we send--

No.

But we could listen in.

[whispering, creaking]

Now, don't make any noise.

Is it in?

[mumbling]

Come on-- oh-- come on.

[radio humming]

[pigs oinking]

So, from the beginning.

A-G-B-C--

No, no, no.

All right, we'll leave that for

now and go back to our

discussion on animalism.

I first started to suspect

that all was not right when my

puppies were taken.

Do you understand four legs

good, two legs bad?

[students] Yes!

That's animalism.

[gasping]

Napoleon, I want to see my--

No, Jessie, you can't see

your puppies.

But they're my babies.

If you were thinking clearly,

then you would be pleased at

the special education that we're

going to give them.

You surely don't want to

disadvantage your own puppies,

do you?

No.

Good.

No, I don't.

Well, off you go, then.

They still need their mother.

[Squealer sighing]

Her sadness will spread to

the other animals.

Hmmm.

Not if we distract them.

Yes.

[wagon squeaking]

Education is knowledge.

And knowledge is power.

Well, the knowledge I'd like

is, who keeps stealing the

milk and apples?

[animals agreeing]

Share and share alike,

isn't that animalism?

Well, where's our share?

Animals, please.

Who has the milk and apples?

[all] Who has the milk and

apples?

Who has the milk and apples?

Who has the milk and apples?

Who has the milk and apples?

We pigs have them!

[animals gasping]

Ohhh.

[clicking]

[TV playing]

Hmm.

[TV program continuing]

Ohh.

[TV program continuing]

We'll let them calm down.

Then Squealer can explain.

Thank you.

Ohh.

[TV] Back in the farm yard,

it's lunchtime for the

chickens.

Chickens are also one of God's

wonders on the farm.

This mother hen is showing her

young chicks how to scratch the

ground and look for grain.

God has given them a sharp bill,

so they will have no trouble

picking up the bits of food.

All of the farm animals need

lots of water.

Well, of course we do.

[TV switching off]

[animals] Aww.

Animals, Napoleon has

arranged to have this television

here for your enjoyment and

relaxation.

This, my friends, is animalism

in practice.

But it is also animalism for us

pigs to have the milk and

apples.

Oh, I'm off.

Where's he off to?

That doesn't sound fair to

me.

I love milk and apples.

Well, we all do.

Mind you, Napoleon's always

right.

I'll talk to Jessie, she'll

explain.

Milk and apples feed the

brain, and if our brains are not

fed, then Jones would come back.

Do any of you want to see Jones

back?

[all] No!

Good.

Then for all our sakes we will

continue to drink the milk and

eat the apples.

[all] Yay!

[TV clicking on]

[TV] It takes the greasiness

out of dishwashing.

You see no grease, you smell no

grease, you feel no grease

with Joy.

They won't let me see my

puppies.

Where are they?

I don't know.

Boxer, the pigs always tell us

what to do, what to think.

We must have leaders.

But what if they're wrong?

Napoleon's never wrong.

Dear Boxer.

He totally believed in Napoleon.

He just wanted to do right.

[animal noises over radio]

What's this rubbish?

It's not rubbish.

I've heard my animals sound like

that.

There's a pattern to it.

Like, like they're singing.

Listen!

Yes, I've heard that sound.

It's a signal.

A code... something.

And it's spreading.

[sheep bleating]

[sheep] Four legs good,

two legs bad.

We invade.

This is a nightmare.

It will only be a matter of

time before the humans invade.

You think so?

Yes.

What will we do?

Defend ourselves, of course.

This is my plan.

Ah, it's as I thought.

They're approaching from the top

field.

Send the signal.

What if they change

direction?

Then we'll make another plan.

[Napoleon groaning]

Are all the animals in place?

They're in place.

This isn't going to work.

Flying party has taken off.

Jessie's marshalling the sheep.

Good.

[men shouting]

[men yelling]

[overlapping chatter]

[guns firing]

[bird cawing]

[guns firing]

Give me that!

Let's go!

[shouting]

As long as we stay up here,

we'll be safe.

Let Snowball lead the charge.

[distant shouting]

Get them!

[sheep bleating]

[men shouting]

[bleating]

[men shouting]

[bleating]

[men shouting]

Shhh.

What was that?

[rattling]

Charge, charge!

[pigs squealing, men shouting]

[dogs barking]

[men shouting]

Back to the gates, back to

the gates!

[animals making noises]

[horses neighing]

[animals making noises]

[man screaming]

[men shouting]

[guns firing]

[men shouting]

[mice squeaking]

[screaming]

Shoot now, shoot!

[men shouting]

[gun firing]

[pig squealing]

[animals making noises]

[men shouting]

Let's get out of here!

Jessie, get off!

Come on!

[neighing]

[screaming]

[gasping, grunting]

[dogs barking]

Let's get out of here!

Come on!

[men shouting]

Move!

[men shouting]

Let me through.

Let me through.

Victory!

Glorious victory is ours.

Well, if we can't beat them,

we might have to join them.

Is he breathing?

I've killed him.

This is war.

The only good human is a dead

one.

I've no wish to take life,

not even human life.

But he's all right.

Look, he's moving.

[man groaning]

[dog sniffing]

Animals.

[gasping]

[chickens clucking]

You were so brave today.

Yes, he was the bravest of us

all.

He's an Animal Hero first class.

No--

There was no one braver than

Snowball.

[sheep] Snowball, Snowball,

Snowball.

[all] Snowball, Snowball,

Snowball.

My friends, we are all

heroes, and we will celebrate

this decisive day every October

with a march past our glorious

flag and the firing of this gun.

Our farm is now truly

Animal Farm.

Napoleon, Napoleon, Napoleon!

[sheep] Napoleon, Napoleon,

Napoleon.

Napoleon, Napoleon, Napoleon.

Napoleon, huh!

Snowball continued to try to

improve our lives.

And soon came up with a new

scheme.

We were called to a meeting.

My friends, surely you can

see that Snowball's idea for a

windmill is a waste of our

labors.

Yeah.

It's not a waste.

Once built, it will ease our

labors.

Yeah.

Our efforts must be directed

at feeding ourselves, arming

ourselves, barricading our

borders and defending animalism.

Yeah.

No, no, no.

For animalism to prosper, we

must convert all the animals on

all the farms.

We must send our pigeons out to

spread the message of

revolution.

Yeah.

We will vote on it.

Yeah.

All those in favor of

Napoleon.

Yeah.

And all those in favor of

Snowball.

Yeah.

Animals, think of the

benefits of a windmill.

Yes, it will be hard work to

build, but once it's built it

could save us so much labor that

we may have to work only

three days a week.

Now, all those in favor.

Yeah.

You pig.

Snowball.

[gasping]

[puppies yapping]

[gasping]

Puppies?

[puppies snarling]

Puppies!

Puppies, leave him, it's

Snowball!

[puppies barking]

Leave him!

Puppies!

[panting]

[puppies barking]

My puppies had become Napoleon's

servants.

Snowball was banished and

Napoleon took control.

That's Old Major's place.

Friends.

What's he doing up there?

Snowball is a traitor and a

criminal.

But he was a brave fighter.

Bravery is not enough.

Loyalty is more important.

You see how clever Napoleon

has been, my friends.

Of course he's not against the

windmill.

In fact, it was his own idea.

He opposed it to flush out

Snowball for the traitor he is.

Tactics, friends.

There will be no more

meetings.

No more endless debates.

From now on a special committee

of pigs will decide all aspects

of the farm.

[overlapping disagreement]

[squealing]

Now, I will tell you of our

plan for the windmill.

So began our toil.

It was a slow, laborious

process, and we were watched at

all times.

It was Boxer's great strength

that really made the difference.

But each and every one of us

played our part.

And slowly, very slowly, the

windmill began to take shape.

And at night we'd return home

weary...

and hungry.

Nothing.

They must have found the

microphone.

But wait, listen.

...to build the windmill.

My friends...

They can talk.

...revolution continues.

Long live Animal Farm!

If they can talk,

they can trade.

You can't trade with animals.

Why not?

It's immoral.

It's business.

It's my farm.

That farm has been in his

family for generations.

Yes, and what's he done with

it?

Ruined it, that's what.

Congratulations, you've actually

managed to turn your father's

prosperous farm into a

debt-ridden, crumbling piece

of rubbish.

Very clever.

You can't talk to me like

that.

Yes, I can.

I can say something else as

well.

You're finished around here,

both of you, washed up, dead in

the water.

Are these words sinking in?

Yes, I think they are.

That's strange.

There's someone in the house.

This isn't right.

[pigs chuckling]

They're behaving like men.

[pigs chuckling]

[dog growling]

[Napoleon sneering]

[dogs barking]

Puppies, stop that.

Stop it, I'm your mother!

Now, stop it.

Stop it!

Puppies!

Off to bed with you.

[puppies barking]

What are you doing here?

This area is out of bounds.

Nothing.

I was, I was just walking and

then the dogs came at me.

Have you seen anything of

interest on your walk?

No.

Nothing.

Get back to the barn.

Things were changing fast,

and at night we heard strange

noises as Squealer altered the

commandments.

With sheets.

[Squealer laughing]

[barking]

[engine shutting off]

A very good day to you, Mr.,

er...

Napoleon.

Oh, Pilkington.

Very pleased to, uh...

Splendid.

Splendid.

We will go into the house.

Absolutely.

After you, dear boy.

Dear boy?

Dear boy?

[laughing]

Wonderful.

A porker with a sense of humor.

Old Major's words no longer

made any sense.

The pigs were now living in the

house.

Napoleon was rarely seen, but a

statue had been made in his

honor and placed near the barn.

Today marks the beginning of

a new direction for us.

Animal Farm cannot exist in

isolation.

To improve our quality of life,

to build the windmill,

to feed ourselves,

we need to trade.

Didn't Old Major say we must

never engage in trade?

It's always the same.

What goes around, comes around.

None of this need concern any

of you; as your leader,

I will shoulder the burden of

trade myself.

The pigs dedicated to his

memory the place where Old Major

had fallen.

Our revolution continues, and

all our actions will now be

looked upon by the founder of

our beliefs.

Pincher!

[animals gasping]

Only criminals would fear Old

Major's presence.

Long live Animal Farm.

[sheep] Long live Animal

Farm.

Long live Animal Farm.

Long live Animal Farm.

[grunting]

Well, that's a tidy load of

hay, Mr. Napoleon.

Dear boy.

[chuckling]

You know...

this could prove to be a very

profitable arrangement between

ourselves, Mr. N.

Hmmm.

You know you can trust me.

I mean, I never wanted to have

anything to do with that

invasion, that was all Frederick

and Jones' idea.

Jones is our enemy.

And I am your friend.

Oh, got a bottle of whiskey for

you.

Token of my gratitude, eh?

Just try this.

Dear boy.

Now, to business.

There's a shortage of eggs in

the market.

They're fetching a very good

price.

Now, listen to me.

There's something I have to tell

you all.

It's about the pigs.

They are living in the house.

[all] No.

Yes, and they're sleeping in

the beds.

[all] No.

Now, it's against the

commandment.

No animal shall sleep in a

bed.

Yes, that's right, that's--

My friends.

Let me explain.

As you know, we pigs are the

brains of the farm, and we must

have a quiet place to work in

for all your sakes.

Surely you don't want your

glorious leader to live in a

sty?

Hm?

Of course not.

And yes, we do sleep in beds,

and why not?

No ruling against beds.

A pile of straw is a bed.

Would you rob us of our sleep so

that we're too tired to

carry out our duties, hmm?

But the commandment.

What commandment?

There was never a commandment

against beds.

Read it.

No animal shall sleep in a

bed... with sheets?

You see, it's a commandment

against sheets.

And we certainly don't sleep in

sheets.

Oh, no.

Napoleon is always right.

Mmm... exactly.

[engine shutting off]

You know what else I managed

to do?

I managed to convince the

animals to buy those rusty old

silos I couldn't get rid of.

[laughing]

They haven't got a clue what to

do with them.

Not only that, they've built a

windmill.

I'll probably end up owning that

as well as Jones' farm.

What about the hunger,

Mr. Pilkington?

What hunger?

I've seen some of the

animals.

Flesh and bones.

They look all right to me.

Yes, but you're not seeing

straight with all that trade

you're doing, are you?

My dear boy, if the pigs

prefer to deal with me, should I

refuse?

The animals are staving,

and it's not to your credit.

Same again all around.

[patrons chatting]

[man shushing]

You're still here, then?

[laughing]

Pilkington, I'll show him.

He's not having this.

The farm, all that we built.

Let him try to get his hands on

this now.

[exploding]

Quick!

[screaming]

Our windmill was ruined.

Our spirits were at their

lowest.

But Napoleon seemed triumphant.

Do you know who is

responsible for this?

Hmm?

Do you know who has stolen the

truck and blown up our

windmill?

Hmmm?

Snowball!

The arch criminal and traitor

has destroyed our work of the

last year.

Animals, I pronounce the death

sentence on Snowball.

We will teach this traitor that

he cannot undo our work so

easily.

The windmill will be rebuilt.

Every day we will work, rain or

shine, food or none.

Long live the windmill!

[Boxer grunting]

Boxer, so early?

I must get on.

We've got to rebuild the

windmill.

Decree number six.

Our leader pronounces that

Beasts of the World was the song

of the revolution through which

we expressed our longing for

a better society.

But as that society is now

established, the song no longer

has any meaning.

Boxer, please, come on,

you'll hurt yourself.

I have to do this.

[sighing]

We have a new song that gives

voice to our gratitude for

all we have.

♪ Beloved leader Napoleon

♪ Fearless faithful guardian

♪ Proud and strong

♪ Protect us from the wrong

♪ You will defend us with your

♪ Lofty trotter

♪ Pigs are pigs are pigs

♪ There is no beast

♪ That's braver

♪ They will not ever waver

♪ They face the fight

♪ For right

♪ With might

♪ Glorious great

♪ And triumphant

♪ Gallant hero resilient

♪ Proud and strong

♪ Protect us from the wrong

♪ You will defend us with your

♪ Lofty trotter

♪ Pigs are pigs are pigs ♪

Where is our food?

I'm sorry, Boxer.

But I don't think we're going to

get any.

We must have food.

I'm so hungry.

Make way for our leader.

Our valiant leader, Animal

Hero first class and Animal

Hero second class will now

speak.

My friends, I have found out

that the arch criminal

Snowball is still visiting the

farm.

Is he?

I haven't seen him.

He has even blocked drains.

Snowball's sabotage is the

reason for our shortage of food.

But he must have inside help.

Which of you is in league with

him?

I will find you out.

The guilty will have nowhere to

hide.

Because of this sabotage, the

hens will have to surrender

their eggs for sale in the

market.

Ohhh.

That's murder.

You hens should welcome this

sacrifice as your own special

contribution to animalism.

[hens] Never.

Never.

You dare defy our glorious

leader?

We will smash our eggs before

giving them up.

Yeah, dead right.

[Napoleon growling]

All hens are criminals.

No hen will be fed.

Any animal seen giving food to a

hen will be punished

by death!

Oh!

And so, in the middle of the

night, the hens sacrificed

their eggs.

This is so wrong.

[eggs smacking]

What have we done?

[eggs thumping]

[grunting]

[gasping]

Now what?

[grunting]

Go back to sleep, my friend.

We're just moving some of Jones'

camera equipment.

You'll see the films later.

[projector clicking]

[audio feedback whining]

[music playing]

[film] With efficiency and

patriotism, the Animal Guard

roots out enemies of the farm.

Come with me.

There's no hiding place for

Snowball's cohorts.

Don't make a noise.

Let's go.

And there's no escape from

justice, as they go on trial

for crimes against animalism in

front of our impartial leader.

Our commandments say no animal

shall kill any other animal.

Guilty!

Without cause.

[overlapping horror]

We have cause.

Guilty!

[animals crying out]

Guilty!

[animals gasping]

Guilty!

[animals gasping]

Hmm, and now for other news.

Our leader, the glorious and

valiant Napoleon was today

awarded the highest medal of

animalism, the Leader's Star,

first class.

But before we close our

transmission, let's hear some

words of personal thanks for our

glorious leader.

Thanks to our beloved

Napoleon, I have laid six eggs

in five days.

Thanks to the leadership of

our beloved Napoleon, this

grass tastes better than ever.

And until tomorrow,

it's good night from me.

Good night.

[projector stopping]

I like whiskey.

The pigs were behaving more

and more like Farmer Jones.

[laughing]

[Napoleon groaning]

Oh, where's he gone?

[drunkenly] ♪ Glorious

♪ Leader Napoleon

♪ Glorious leader

♪ Napoleon

[mumbling]

[falling]

[grunting]

[snoring]

[crowing]

Shut up.

[crowing]

Squealer, come quick.

Napoleon says he's dying.

So am I.

Napoleon didn't die.

And neither did his taste for

whiskey.

[Boxer wheezing]

Life was bleak.

But nothing prepared us for what

happened next.

We were on our way home, when a

duck brought us the news.

Jessie!

Jessie!

Boxer's fallen by the

windmill!

He's on his side!

Boxer?

Go!

Go and tell Napoleon.

Hurry.

Up there, just on the other

side of that cloud, lies the

kingdom in the sky, where no

animal ever goes hungry.

Say after me.

I believe in the sugar lumps...

Boxer!

I believe in the

everlasting--

Get off him, you!

[bird gasping]

Boxer!

Boxer, what happened?

I can't breathe very well.

Hush.

Lie still.

It will be all right.

You'll soon feel better.

You have enough stones here

to finish the windmill.

I think I may now be allowed to

stop.

Yes, of course, you must

stop.

I will enjoy my retirement.

If any animal deserves to

rest, it's you, Boxer.

[Boxer wheezing]

Here, try to drink some water.

Yes, yes, I will.

Hmm, any improvements, hmm?

Our leader is going to make

arrangements to have his most

loyal worker treated in

hospital.

Thank you.

Now back to work.

But-- but I don't think I

should leave him.

[Squealer growling]

Boxer?

Boxer, it's time to go.

I'm very weak.

Listen, Boxer, you're going

to be fine.

You're going to the hospital and

they'll make you better.

Come on, you must use all your

strength to get up.

Yes.

It's difficult.

I know, my friend.

Please, do it for me.

Do it for all of us.

Yes, yes, I'll try.

[groaning]

Quick, they're taking Boxer

away.

Come and say goodbye.

[Boxer wheezing]

Somehow Boxer managed to

summon up the last of his

strength and we watched as he

entered the van.

Something smelled wrong.

It made us nervous.

Lock it up, let's go.

No, no.

What's going on?

The words on the van.

S-E-T.

Horse Slaughterer.

They're taking him to the glue

factory.

No!

Boxer, get out!

Boxer!

Come on, help me, Benny!

Boxer!

Boxer!

Boxer, get out quick.

Get out!

Kick your way out!

They're taking you to your

death!

Boxer!

Boxer!

Boxer!

We called out desperately.

But we heard him give up the

struggle.

[thunder rumbling]

Well, Mr. N, that's that.

A very profitable afternoon.

Your share.

Buy whisky with it.

It's expensive.

Use all the money.

Certainly, my friend.

I like whiskey.

[thunder rumbling]

I could have saved him.

Nobody can save any of us.

I could have.

How?

I'd found a place at the edge

of the farm.

A good place to hide.

I should have taken him there.

But I did nothing.

I'll never forgive myself.

Well, you could put the wrong

right.

Yeah, yes, you're right.

Muriel won't last much

longer.

And there are others.

Then we must save them.

We must leave this place with as

many animals as we can.

That's it.

[film] "Forward, forward in

the name of the revolution.

Long live Animal Farm, long live

our beloved Napoleon.

Napoleon is always right."

Those were his last words.

Rumors.

Some of you are saying that the

van that took Boxer away was

from the horse slaughterer.

Surely you know our beloved

leader better than that?

The van was from the hospital

but had previously been the

property of the slaughterer.

So, no more rumors, hmmm?

Come on.

All right.

Mind your step.

Come on.

That's right.

Come on in.

Up you come now.

Ah, delighted to join you for a

neighborly drink, aren't we,

Mrs. P.?

We certainly are.

What are they doing here?

That's right, my dear.

Come around here.

There.

You sit here.

Okay?

There we are.

Nice and friendly, eh?

[pigs slurping]

I've heard such a lot about

you, Mr. N.

So, all getting along

splendidly, eh?

Oh, may I?

No, you can't.

Quiet!

You're letting him drink all

our whiskey.

If you're not quiet, I'll

stick you on the flag pole

forever.

Uh-oh.

A toast.

[gulping]

Ah.

Oh, allow me.

[chatting quietly]

Absolutely, dear boy.

[both laughing]

Allow me to congratulate you

on keeping your lower animals

in order.

Thank you.

An example to all farmers.

I mean, let's face it.

No animal suffered from working

a little harder or eating a

little less, did they?

Present company excluded, of

course.

Another toast to Animal Farm.

No, not Animal Farm.

I've decided we should revert to

our proper name of Manor Farm.

Oh.

To Manor Farm, then.

And our continued prosperity.

Absolutely, dear boy.

[both laughing]

I can't tell the difference

between them.

[laughter continuing]

Read it to me.

All animals are equal, but

some animals are more equal

than others.

More equal than others.

Come on, we should leave while

we still can.

I'll get the others.

And now we go to our leader's

house, where earlier today a

spontaneous demonstration

took place.

A grateful duck has written a

new song for our beloved

leader, and she's joined here by

the chorus of the Animal Guard.

♪ Praise to him

♪ The font of all our wisdom

♪ Long to live the ruler

♪ Of our farm, Napoleon

♪ Mighty leader, mighty leader

♪ Watching over us, Napoleon

♪ Mighty leader, mighty leader

♪ Watching over us

♪ Shout, shout, shout out loud

♪ Snout, snout, pink and proud

♪ Friend on high you guide us

♪ With your smile

♪ Teach us how to be

♪ As kind as you, Napoleon

♪ Mighty leader, mighty leader

♪ Watching over us, Napoleon

♪ Mighty leader, mighty leader

♪ Watching over us

♪ Shout, shout, shout out loud

♪ Snout, snout, pink and proud

♪ Perfect pig you bless us

♪ With your beauty

♪ Hallowed hog how wondrous

♪ Is your glow, Napoleon

♪ Mighty leader, mighty leader

♪ Watching over us, Napoleon

♪ Mighty leader, mighty leader

♪ Watching over us

♪ Shout, shout, shout out loud

♪ Snout, snout, pink and proud

♪ Shout, shout, shout out loud

♪ Snout, snout, pink and proud

♪ Four legs good

♪ Two legs better

♪ Four legs good

♪ Two legs better

♪ Four legs good

♪ Two legs better

♪ Four legs good

♪ Two legs better

♪ Four legs good

♪ Two legs better

♪ Four legs good

♪ Two legs better ♪

Animals, never again will we

be threatened by our enemies.

I decree that this farm will now

devote itself to the making

of weapons, to the building of

walls, to the protection of

ourselves and our way of life.

The revolution is over.

All animals are now free!

[animals cheering]

[thunder rumbling]

Free?

Life had been far from free in

our hideout.

Seasons came and went.

And we waited.

[thunder crashing]

The years passed.

We grew old.

But we still waited.

Waited for what surely must

pass.

Waited for Napoleon's cruelty

and greed to bleed the farm to

death.

[metal groaning]

And now with the coming of the

storm came the first signs

that our wait was over.

It was time for us to return to

that place that had once been

full of such hope.

[metal groaning]

I wondered if anything was still

alive.

I knew in my heart that Napoleon

had fallen...

a victim of his own madness.

But what of the others?

After all we'd been through,

I needed to believe

there was still hope.

[thunder crashing]

Could this be the same place

where Old Major had spoken of

his dream?

Where we had worked so hard for

a better life?

All that was left was the memory

and the pain of the poor

creatures who had suffered.

My heart sank.

[thunder crashing]

But there are always survivors.

The walls have now fallen.

The scars have healed.

And life goes on.

[puppies barking]

[radio playing music]

[volume increasing]

And what of the future?

There are new owners.

We will not allow them to make

the same mistakes.

We will rebuild the farm.

And now at last we shall be

free.

♪ The moon stood still