Squeal (2022) Movie Script
1
It's better to die
in freedom from starvation
than to be satiated in slavery.
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.
Hey!
Hey, hey, hey!
- Do you speak English?
- No.
Do you know this man?
His name is Lazins.
Ladins... Hey!
Hey!
What the fuck!
Destination not found.
No, no, no, no! Come on!
Fuck!
Fuck.
You owe me, you know that, right?
Do you know Lazdins?
What the fuck am I saying?
Just a fucking pig.
Hello?
I don't understand.
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.
- He's suffering too much.
- No. He's just too happy.
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.
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.
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.
Hi!
What's going on?
Maybe if you
ask him about Lazins?
Yeah!
Yeah.
You know where I can find him?
Can you translate?
I don't understand.
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.
Let me go!
Look at me!
Look at me!
Now watch.
Mix.
And feed.
Like this.
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.
If you want to be happy...
you have to obey.
No, no, no, no!
Hey! Hey! Shh!
Shh! Hey! Shh!
Hey, hey!
Shee!
Shh! Shh!
Help me!
Help me! Please. Help me!
Help me!
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!
At this moment,
they had a great chance
of replacing him
with a better labourer.
Please!
Even the pigs
will be scared of you.
What did he say?
He thanked you
for saving my life.
I only saved your nose.
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.
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.
No.
No. No, no, no. No. No.
Mamma.
Fuck!
My mamma.
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.
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.
You should go.
I was not gonna run, you idiots!
I have a chain around my neck.
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.
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.
What?
There's no way out of this.
Leave!
Go, Jancuks, go!
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.
The young lady
was horrified by the thought
that Sam could have been
torn to pieces by wolves.
If only she knew
the foreigner would soon return.
Driven by strong feelings
and exalted intentions.
Fuck!
Fuck!
Fuck!
Where did you get this?
Thank you.
You hear that?
I dreamt of going home.
No.
My real home.
Far away from here.
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.
You're a pig. I'm a human.
Before we ate the same food
because there was no choice.
Out here, things are different.
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.
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.
It's just...
I never experienced
such feelings.
You want to laugh and cry
at the same time.
Kirke.
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.
For me it is.
It's wolves howling.
Run!
Easy.
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.
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.
Hey!
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.
Gustavs never saw
his bloodline continue.
His old heart stopped beating
on their wedding night.
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.
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.
It's better to die
in freedom from starvation
than to be satiated in slavery.
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.
Hey!
Hey, hey, hey!
- Do you speak English?
- No.
Do you know this man?
His name is Lazins.
Ladins... Hey!
Hey!
What the fuck!
Destination not found.
No, no, no, no! Come on!
Fuck!
Fuck.
You owe me, you know that, right?
Do you know Lazdins?
What the fuck am I saying?
Just a fucking pig.
Hello?
I don't understand.
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.
- He's suffering too much.
- No. He's just too happy.
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.
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.
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.
Hi!
What's going on?
Maybe if you
ask him about Lazins?
Yeah!
Yeah.
You know where I can find him?
Can you translate?
I don't understand.
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.
Let me go!
Look at me!
Look at me!
Now watch.
Mix.
And feed.
Like this.
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.
If you want to be happy...
you have to obey.
No, no, no, no!
Hey! Hey! Shh!
Shh! Hey! Shh!
Hey, hey!
Shee!
Shh! Shh!
Help me!
Help me! Please. Help me!
Help me!
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!
At this moment,
they had a great chance
of replacing him
with a better labourer.
Please!
Even the pigs
will be scared of you.
What did he say?
He thanked you
for saving my life.
I only saved your nose.
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.
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.
No.
No. No, no, no. No. No.
Mamma.
Fuck!
My mamma.
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.
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.
You should go.
I was not gonna run, you idiots!
I have a chain around my neck.
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.
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.
What?
There's no way out of this.
Leave!
Go, Jancuks, go!
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.
The young lady
was horrified by the thought
that Sam could have been
torn to pieces by wolves.
If only she knew
the foreigner would soon return.
Driven by strong feelings
and exalted intentions.
Fuck!
Fuck!
Fuck!
Where did you get this?
Thank you.
You hear that?
I dreamt of going home.
No.
My real home.
Far away from here.
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.
You're a pig. I'm a human.
Before we ate the same food
because there was no choice.
Out here, things are different.
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.
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.
It's just...
I never experienced
such feelings.
You want to laugh and cry
at the same time.
Kirke.
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.
For me it is.
It's wolves howling.
Run!
Easy.
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.
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.
Hey!
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.
Gustavs never saw
his bloodline continue.
His old heart stopped beating
on their wedding night.
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.
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.