Original subtitles

[Forest sounds, pig oinks.]

[Latvian] Kirke: Piglet!

Come home!

[English] Narrator: It's better to die in freedom from starvation

than to be satiated in slavery.

[Latvian] Piglet!

[English] Narrator: Farmer's daughter Kirke

took a more pessimistic view on the liberation.

Dwelling upon the likelihood

that the piglet had already been torn to pieces

and devoured by the local wolves.

The animal had no idea that his first day of freedom

would soon end up

in the most ridiculous and incredible accident…

To be caused by the main hero of our tale,

Samuel or Chef Sam as he liked to be called.

The young man had arrived in a country that he had never heard of

to find his father he had never seen before.

[English] Sam: Hey!

Hey, hey, hey!

- Do you speak English? - No.

Do you know this man?

His name is Lazins.

Ladins... Hey!

Hey!

What the fuck!

Voice navigation: Destination not found.

No, no, no, no! Come on!

[Eerie music.]

[Crashing sound.]

Fuck!

Fuck.

[Piglet oinks.]

You owe me, you know that, right?

Do you know Lazdins?

[Piglet oinks as if answering.]

What the fuck am I saying? Just a fucking pig.

Hello?

[Sam pants.]

[Night sounds.]

[A branch snaps.]

[Eerie high-pitched sound.]

[A scream.]

[Piglet oinks.]

[Latvian] Kirke: Watch where you're going! Don't drive so fast!

[English] I don't understand.

[Piglet oinks.]

Oh, it's alive...

English?

Do you speak English?

Pig is a money.

Fine.

I'll take you home.

I mean... I even don't know where I am.

[Piglet oinks.]

[Frogs croak.]

[Piglet oinks.]

- He's suffering too much. - No. He's just too happy.

[English] Narrator: The only one disappointed

by the recent turn of events, was the piglet.

He would have preferred to be devoured by wolves

rather than return to his boring, filthy life

surrounded by wretched congeners and miserable human beings.

[Piglet oinks.]

Dammit!

Loose again.

Wait, wait. Let me do it.

Here you go.

And you?

I don't drink.

Okay.

Where are you from?

I come from...

...a noisy place.

Not like this.

There's almost...

...no people left out here.

Just pigs.

And we're selling them little by little.

Maybe we'll have to move to the city.

I guess you can't wait to do that.

No.

No, I want to stay here.

Just like my mother wanted.

Do you know a man named...

Ladzins?

Lazins?

La... La... Ladzins

Do you know him? You know him.

No.

You're probably tired.

I...

Don't be scared.

My mum won't disturb your sleep.

She was an English teacher.

This is the best place.

Stay as long as you like.

We have... plenty of room and...

...food.

That's very kind, but I've...

…got to get going in the morning.

Narrator: Hot food, a warm bed and the caring hands of a woman

are enough to soothe the brow of the most frantic traveler.

Soon he would forget not only about searching for his father

but also about his faithful companion, loneliness.

Or as he called it, freedom.

Peace of mind was such a rare state in the life of this young man.

Kirke tried very hard to dismiss the thought

that soon she would never see him again.

She was enormously impressed

by the nobleness of the foreigner's manner.

And the feeling of empathy she believed he had for her.

Indeed the young lady was grateful to her mother

for such a generous gift.

[Latvian] Thank you.

[English] Hi!

What's going on?

[Latvian] Your mother has to stare at his ass.

He is a good one, Dad.

He's strong. A real foreigner.

I want him to stay.

[English] Maybe if you ask him about Lazins?

Ladzins?

Yeah!

Lagzdins!

Yeah. You know where I can find him?

Jancuks!

[Latvian] He looks harder than your skull!

[English] Can you translate? I don't understand.

[A loud bang, Sam falls.]

[Alarming music.]

[Pigs oinking.]

[Latvian] Jancuks: You said you were going to feed him to the pigs.

Gustavs: Maybe I'll give that piglet to you.

It'll give my foreigner ideas of running away.

He'll burn down your farm.

Let's chop him up and feed to the pigs.

Gustavs: The foreigner is mine! I'll do what I want with him.

[Kicking sound.]

Your house is a mess, Kirke!

You are a woman and women can't keep things tidy!

I've told you what women are good for!

As if you knew what women are good for!

[Jancuks kicks, Sam groans.]

- He's our property! - Stop it!

Let's bring his things inside.

Don't you dare touch him!

[Sam groans.]

[English] Narrator: Jancuks had grown up in these parts.

He had never known anything but the sun, the trees

and the ambition to marry Kirke.

Neither the old man nor his daughter

suspected the aspirations of their frequent guest.

In some dark corner of his tiny jealous mind,

he imagined Sam touching Kirke.

The graphic image he summoned up

irritated and aroused him in equal measure.

[Latvian] Don't go to him, he'll kill you.

- Go home to your daddies. - It’s for your own good!

If you touch her, I'll cut your balls off!

- Tell him what I said. - Get lost!

[English] Let me go!

[Sam pants desperately.]

[Sam yells.]

Look at me!

Look at me!

[Sam spits.]

[Latvian] Gustavs: You son of a bitch!

[Punching noises, Sam coughs.]

[Sam sobs, a fly buzzes.]

[Chain clanks.]

[Pigs oink.]

[English] Now watch.

[Pigwash stirring sound.]

Mix.

And feed.

[Latvian] Alright, stop it. Let him do the work.

[English] Like this.

[Latvian] Get to it!

[English] Please.

Do it.

You will get some normal food.

If you do what I say.

If not...

...my father will punish you.

Believe me, I don't want it to happen.

This is for you.

I'm not your pig.

- [Latvian] You dirty... - [Latvian] Dad, let him starve.

That'll teach him.

Tell him that next time I'll feed him to the pigs.

[English] If you want to be happy...

...you have to obey.

[Pigs snore.]

[Sam coughs.]

[Sam grunts and pants.]

[Pig oinks.]

No, no, no, no! Hey! Hey! Shh!

Shh! Hey! Shh!

Hey, hey!

Shee!

Shh! Shh!

[Munching sounds.]

[Pigs snoring.]

[Rooster crows.]

[Latvian] Marks: Gustavs, it reeks here!

Look at the pigs suffering in this shithole.

[English] Help me!

Help me! Please. Help me!

Help me!

Narrator: Brothers Vilhelms and Marks

were blessed by good health,

pragmatic minds and senseless hearts.

These qualities were perfect

for managing and maintaining a prosperous farm.

The brothers lived in harmony with their chickens, cows,

turkeys and their faithful, but clumsy Jancuks.

Please!

Please!

Hey, hey, help me! Help!

Hey, help me! Help!

Narrator: At this moment, they had a great chance

of replacing him with a better labourer.

Please!

[Latvian] Gustavs: Now he works here. But Kirke and I - we just rest.

Marks: His arms and legs are more impressive than his work.

Jancuks!

Come here!

- Show us your arms! - Why?

Show us your arms.

We want to buy the foreigner.

- Don't! He's a dickhead. - Shut up.

Dad, he eats a lot.

We'll take eight pigs and the foreigner.

Plus half a ton of fodder for you.

He was sent by God. I can't sell him.

It would be like spitting in God's face.

He'd take offence.

We'll talk about that later.

I'll speak to God Almighty.

He is much kinder to us than he is to you, Gustavs.

Okay.

This is a good one.

That one has a bent back. We'll take it anyway.

Gustavs: It's a healthy pig. Marks: It's got a weak back.

Gustavs: Jancuks, mark it!

[Fly buzzes.]

[Alarming drumming.]

[Door squeaks, footsteps.]

[Latvian] Shh! Quiet!

[Chain clanks, Jancuks pants.]

[Dog barks.]

Come on! Come on!

Come on!

[Jancuks yells.]

Come on!

Come on! Before she starts screaming!

[Latvian] Kirke: Stop!

[Dog barks.]

He'll fuck you and fuck up your farm too!

[Wolves howling.]

[Struggle sounds.]

I hate you! Dirty dog!

I'd rather die than be with you!

You stinky creep!

Hang on!

Come here.

Come here.

Come closer.

Come.

Come.

Kiss me.

[Jancuks screams, Kirke pants.]

[Kirke shrieks.]

Shut up!

I'll cut your nose off.

Even the pigs will be scared of you.

[Choking sounds.]

[Gunshot.]

Get lost!

And thank the old men that I didn't shoot you.

Old fool!

What are you lying there?

Get up, let's go.

[English] What did he say?

He thanked you for saving my life.

I only saved your nose.

[Pigs munching.]

[English] Dad loves you.

Why did you lure me here?

You offered me the ride.

I never asked for that.

You tricked me.

You drank my vodka.

I never forced you to.

Now it's time to work.

[Stately early music.]

Narrator: The hard physical work was a way to disperse thoughts

about the inhuman conditions of his existence

to which Sam had become accustomed.

The shower reassured the pigs

that someone was taking care of them.

Cleanliness is to some a virtue,

to some a necessity, to others - a luxury.

[Latvian] Gustavs: I'll give you a new chain, Foreigner.

If you work hard, I'll make the chain even longer.

So that you can get to the shed and chop some firewood.

I only sold eight pigs to those bastards.

We still need a pair of hands.

You see, Kirke...

She's a woman.

And I'm not as strong as I used to be.

It's a serious business, Foreigner.

Our farm was falling apart.

Life is not worth living if I have to sell all the pigs.

Such a pity you don't understand me.

It's not like you could say a word.

[Birds singing.]

[Melancholic music.]

Hey! Come!

Come here.

Pigs, work.

Work!

Here!

Bang!

Slam!

Dead!

Pig - dead!

[English] No.

[Latvian] Tomorrow, a party.

[English] No. No, no, no. No. No.

[Latvian] Damn. I'll have to do it myself.

Watch and learn.

You swing it back...

And - bang!

[Pig squeaks.]

Come here.

[Sam coughs and chokes.]

[Piglet oinks.]

[English] Mamma.

Fuck!

My mamma.

[Piglet oinks, Sam vomits.]

[English] Stop moving. The party starts soon.

You're not sitting with everyone until you're clean.

Dad wants to show you. Make the brothers jealous.

What do I say to people?

I don't speak the language.

Put a smile on your face.

Look pretty, I guess.

Turn your back.

[Sam gasps in pain.]

Bend over.

You have to wash from time to time.

Sets a good example to the other pigs.

I'm not a pig.

I’m not finished.

[Latvian] Gustavs: Stop thinking too hard.

In this world, a pig's destiny is a sad one.

We keep them to...

Nomnom piggies.

A pig doesn't have a choice.

You are reliable. That's a rare thing around here.

I do regret selling those pigs. But too late now.

Foreigner, eat well! You deserve it.

You should be grateful I invited you.

Easy. Our guy isn't as smart as your foreigner.

I hope your dog teaches him all about loyalty and obedience.

Try stealing my foreigner

and I'll feed that dimwit of yours to my pigs.

Vilhelms: Oh! What a juicy bite!

Gustavs: See, you were wrong. You should have bought that pig.

[Cheerful song.]

Hey, you.

You can have some too.

That bastard ruined everything!

I said, don't underestimate him.

You could have had it all! The pigs and the whole farm!

You had to marry me with Kirke!

And who'd have had it all then?

We or you?

Are we like warty dogs to you?

Dad, I never said that!

Can you speak like a dog?

I always do everything you tell me to.

On all fours!

Stop it.

Marks: Do what the master tells you to.

And now, bark!

Bark like your father barked in that fire.

I can't hear you.

I can't hear you!

[Jancuks barks softly.]

Can't hear you!

[Jancuks barks louder.]

And remember...

Never say what you really think.

Do what we tell you to! Got it?

Yes.

- Yes, what? - Yes, Master!

In dog language!

From now on, you'll be speaking dog language.

[Jancuks pants and yelps like a dog.]

If you don't want them to have your bone...

Show them who's the strongest!

Hands off, Foreigner! Don't rush it.

You don't deserve her yet.

[English] You should go.

[Dog barks.]

[Sam barks.]

[Dog yelps.]

[Jancuks barks.]

[Chain clanks.]

[Latvian] The foreigner is running away!

[English] I was not gonna run, you idiots!

I have a chain around my neck.

[Lashing sounds, grunting.]

Narrator: Despite Kirke's certainty

regarding the righteousness of the punishment

she still took pleasure in having a man beside her.

One who listened, obeyed and even smiled sometimes.

[Gustavs coughing.]

Instead of finding his father, Sam had met the first woman

who had succeeded in making him suffer.

For now, the torment was merely physical.

Mental torture was no more than a promise for the future.

[Pigs oink.]

[Latvian] Jancuks: Why isn't he helping us?

Gustavs: They're your pigs now. You deal with them.

Let him sit on a shorter chain for a while.

[Piglet oinks.]

[English] What?

[Piglet oinks.]

There's no way out of this. Leave!

[Latvian] Hey, idiot! You lost one!

Try to catch it!

Go, Jancuks, go!

[Engine starts.]

[Piglet oinks.]

[Loud, sharp noise.]

[Pigs squeal.]

[Latvian] Faster!

Run faster!

[Pigs oink.]

[Kirke wails.]

[English] Narrator: The lonely heart of an abandoned woman

is sad and cruel.

Kirke would prefer to die

rather than return to her boring, lonely life

with the stubborn, sickly half-witted father.

[Latvian] Stay at home!

[English] Narrator: The young lady was horrified by the thought

that Sam could have been torn to pieces by wolves.

[Kirke moans.]

If only she knew the foreigner would soon return.

Driven by strong feelings and exalted intentions.

[Sam wakes with a gasp.]

[Sam groans and pants.]

[Sam yells out.]

[English] Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

[Sam sobs.]

[Piglet oinks.]

Where did you get this?

[Piglet oinks.]

Thank you.

[Wolves howl.]

You hear that?

[Piglet oinks.]

I dreamt of going home.

[Piglet oinks.]

No.

My real home.

Far away from here.

[Piglet oinks.]

[Stately early music.]

[Piglet oinks.]

[Piglet oinks.]

Narrator: For the first time in his life

Sam had so many pairs of ears listening to his every word.

Even though they understood none of it.

Sam's heart burst with a desire to care and lead.

But there was no one he could love here.

[Pigs oink.]

You're a pig. I'm a human.

Before we ate the same food because there was no choice.

Out here, things are different.

Narrator: Sam's search for Lagzdins had failed.

He didn't have the strength to go back home anymore.

No one was waiting or missing him.

Kirke couldn't stop thinking about him.

Remembering happier times when Sam was chained up

staring at her with his trusting eyes.

The only thing she could do was wait and hope.

[Stately early music.]

Narrator: Love...

What changes it wreaks in the heart of a man!

What strange actions,

inexplicable to the unaffected mind,

has it caused on so many occasions!

However... unlike a woman,

a man is never able to admit this to himself.

[Piglet oinks.]

It's just...

I never experienced such feelings.

You want to laugh and cry at the same time.

Piglet: Kirke.

[Wolves howl.]

Narrator: Despite the persuasive nature of his companions,

Sam had a determination to go back to Kirke.

If only the pigs could've known that soon they would meet

the singularly horrifying fate of being burned alive.

You don't have to follow me.

[Piglet oinks.]

For me it is.

[Wolves howl.]

It's wolves howling.

[Gunshot.]

[Latvian] Marks: Stop shooting! Bullets cost money.

If you see the foreigner, let me shoot him.

Marks: Find the pigs, dimwit!

Pigs cost money!

Each minute it's more likely we'll only find their bones.

Gustavs: When I find Foreigner, I'll cut his chain short.

Can you shoot?

You take him out.

[Jancuks sniffs like a dog.]

Where are the pigs?

Pigs. Where?

Give me the pigs, and I'll tell no one.

Or take them back to the pigsty.

Pigs. Home. Fast.

I'll make your chain longer.

Come on!

Shoot him in the leg!

- He'll show us the pigs. - Shoot him in the leg.

- Where are the pigs? - Shoot!

The pigs. Where?

Shoot!

[English] Piglet: Run!

[Latvian] Gustavs: Where are the pigs?

His hands are shaking! Shoot!

Gustavs: Just run!

[Gunshot.]

[Pig oinks.]

[Pigs oink and munch.]

Careful... Foreigner!

Be careful! They...

They shot me in the leg.

[English] Easy.

[Latvian] Hang on! Don't touch the pigs.

[Triumphant music.]

[English] Narrator: Sam was grateful to fate

for honouring him with the chance to return to Kirke

neither a slave nor labourer,

but as a conquering hero in the aftermath of battle.

The foreigner was indeed God's gift to all.

[Gustavs grunting.]

[Latvian] Dad, drink this. It'll ease the pain.

I'm crying with happiness.

I sold the pigs and got them back again.

Don't throw the pellet away.

I'll put it on a string and show it to those bastards.

So that they know who is the smartest cookie around here.

They crashed their truck too!

Your foreigner is a real godsend.

Kirke.

Have kids with him!

May God give you healthy children.

They will look after the farm when I'm gone.

Have a sip, you'll sleep better.

No.

I want to live to see your wedding.

I won't go to sleep until you're married.

I'll keep an eye on you.

[English] My father has lost a bullet and...

...asks you to help find it.

What you're looking for might be right in front of you.

You understood what my father said?

He said...

He wants us to marry.

Let's do it.

You're burning, Kirke.

Yes, I do, Sam.

[Dog barks.]

[Sound of fire burning, pigs squealing.]

[Latvian] Why did you do that?

If he touched you, I'll kill both of you.

Why did you set fire to the pigsty?

I'll go back to school!

Why did you set fire to the pigsty?

Let's run away from the parents!

[Sam coughs.]

[English] Sam: Hey!

[Panting and grunting.]

[Jancuks screams.]

[Pigs squeal.]

[Wedding music.]

[Latvian] Pastor: Dear congregation.

We have come here...

[English] Narrator: Despite being innocent of the arson at the pig farm,

Vilhelms and Marks paid compensation for the losses

and agreed to bury the hatchet.

Soon they would lose all their livestock

to an outbreak of bird flu and face bankruptcy.

They would later be found hanging in the chicken coop.

[Latvian] Pastor: God bless your children and your family. Amen.

May God bless you and protect you.

Amen.

[English] Narrator: Gustavs never saw his bloodline continue.

His old heart stopped beating on their wedding night.

[People clapping and cheering.]

[Rooster crows.]

[Door squeaks.]

[Pig oinks.]

Narrator: The pig's farewell filled Sam's heart

with an all-encompassing sadness.

At this moment, he realized

his journey had been devoid of any sense or meaning.

Having given up his freedom and not having found Lagzdins.

[Pig oinks, wolf howls.]

Narrator: Suddenly, Sam was racked with doubt.

He wondered if he should abandon Kirke

and to continue his journey.

Even though in freedom

he would encounter even greater threats.

[Wolves howling.]

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