It was a storm of judgment.
For years we had been hiding from repression.
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.
It started with the day the Pilkington’s returned Mollie.
Old Major, the prize boar,
had had a dream and the other pigs had called a meeting in the barn.
- 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.
And one day, the pigs might come and play with you.
There you go again, talking rubbish.
They're only dumb animals, God.
Boxer! Boxer! Keep straight!
Look where you're going, Boxer!
Keep a line, keep a line.
Fool of a horse going
the wrong way.
Boxer! Boxer!
What the?
Whoa, Mollie, whoa there. Whoa...
Whoa, whoa.
Jones, you old drunkard.
Mr. Pilkington. Mrs... Nice hat.
We've brought your horse back.
Thanks.
All right, was she? Mollie...
Yes, 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 kind of you to invite us. - It's nothing special.
Just a few neighbors over for a drink.
Well, we wouldn't want to miss out on this generosity,
would we?
- Look, Mr. P, about your money... - My dear boy.
We'll speak tonight. Hey, 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.
I don't think he can take much more.
- I thought he was your friend. - My friend?
How very little you know of the world.
Come on, Boxer. Walk on and keep a line.
Keep a line, damn you.
Go on, step in, Boxer.
Boxer!
Boxer, look what you've done to me field.
You stupid lump of dog flesh. You're dog meat.
You're a dead horse, Boxer.
You're for the glue factory.
I'll strangle you with my own hands.
What's going on?
Leave him be.
Thou shalt not kill.
He was hurting Boxer.
No animal can ever attack a human.
No human should ever hurt an animal.
Jones!
Where are you?
Jessie, Jessie!
Go, quick.
I've got a train to catch.
Quick, she's coming, quick.
Wake up, you drunken pig.
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 tablecloth in the cupboard.
Don't wear those boots. Don't call me at my sisters, she hates you.
Hey, come on girls.
You're supposed to be at the meeting.
Come on.
Follow me.
And the sink is blocked
and the butchery's full of flies.
Make sure you get Pilkington to lend you more money.
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 have 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! - No!
Yes.
And who pray is responsible for our suffering?
Man!
Man is our enemy.
Mr. P?
Oh, not too much now.
Must be trying to sweeten me up, eh?
Mr. P, about the money l owe you...
My dear boy, we're just having a friendly drink.
Don't want to spoil the occasion, do we?
The bank is on 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.
Mr. Frederick.
I'm sure Mr. P will work something out for you.
Mrs. Jones not about this evening?
No, she's gone to her sister's on the train.
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.
Free and equal.
- Free and equal. - I thought I was free.
- Will it mean no harnesses? - You believe that,
you'll believe anything.
We must never come to resemble man in anyway.
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 can get ribbons, I can 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.
We'll have to
stay over, Mr. J.
Help me up, then.
Oh, beg your pardon.
Second door on the left.
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 could see your way to lending me another hundred or so,
just for a month. Pilkington.
I need your help.
Wake up,
you fat money-grabbing pig.
Oh, no.
Mrs. P, you've got the wrong room.
No I haven't, my dear.
Don't worry.
He'll be out for the night.
Now, my friends,
I will tell you about the end of my dream
and the 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 that day will be,
when man's defeated and we are free.
Soon or late that day will be,
when man's defeated and we are free.
Mr. J...
Our limbs be tired and worn,
our dreams will not be broken.
Our hearts will not be torn,
our dreams will not be broken.
Our hearts will not be torn...
What’s going on now?
Blasted coat.
Getting a man out of his sleep.
Damn foxes.
Old Major
had been hit.
Was our revolution over before it had begun?
No!
No, Major. No.
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!
Must need feeding again.
Jessie! Jessie, come on girl!
Come on, girl. Here.
Take it. Here.
Come on.
Hello?
What’s the matter, girl?
You don't like it?
If you paid more attention to the farm, we wouldn't have money troubles.
Where you going?
The animals need feeding.
Dennis...
- Eric... drink? - Yeah, come on.
We haven't fed or milked them yet, Mr. Jones.
We'll do it later. I need a pint.
We need milking.
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.
At last.
Will he feed us now?
Mr. Jones... What about the animals?
Ah, let them rot. Come on, lads. Let's get
another drink.
I need food.
Let’s go. It's in the food store.
- Quiet. - Boxer...
We can help ourselves.
Come on.
Come on, follow me.
Beast of the world we shall unite
Rise up and ready for the fight
Soon or late the day will be
When men is defeated and we are free
I see the victory. 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 now.
Boxer.
Boxer, Boxer.
The humans are coming.
What’s going on in there?
Come on, let's get them.
Don't give them time to regroup.
Seize the day.
Get in the car!
Wait for me.
Quick, come on. Get inside.
Move it, come on.
Victory is ours.
- What do we do now? - Wait and see.
This is an outrage.
On my farm,
the 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 got 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.
Shut up!
I'm thinking.
- Oh, no. - They've come to kill us.
Do something, Mr. P.
Shoo.
And so at last the farm belonged to us,
and we were free.
We now knew we could live without fear.
And Snowball would show us the way.
Can you read?
Not yet, but I will learn.
That’s good.
Snowball, the cows are in great pain.
They need milking.
Well, I could try.
All right now, just hold still.
Oh, Lord. Oh, right. I just need practice.
Can you see anything?
Of course I can't see. I don't have the eyesight, do I?
Well, can you smell anything?
What? Other than you?
Hey, get off!
There's Snowball and Jessie.
Oh, I'm 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’s the farm's name.
And as the farm now belongs to us,
what words have I painted?
- Us farm? - Animal Farm.
Animal Farm.
Well...
If you can write, you must be able to read.
Yes, we pigs have taught ourselves to read and write.
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.
If you're sure...
I'm sure.
Here by the house.
What’s that?
It's a box where humans watch humans.
Keeps them quiet.
Could be useful.
Animals,
I propose that the farmhouse never be used,
but preserved as a museum.
All those in favor?
Carried.
Let’s see how the humans lived.
They steeped themselves in luxury while we lived in
squalor.
A horsehair chair.
Animals have to die for humans to sit in comfort.
And this bed, filled with feathers plucked from animals.
Oh, heaven's sake.
We must bury them all.
Compatriots.
Over here.
We must work quickly.
Tell Pincher to meet me in the harness room.
This might be a problem.
These...
are Old Major's thoughts, the principals
of Animalism. We must
always remember what he taught us.
What is important...
is that we must never
come to resemble man in anyway.
One: Whatever goes upon two legs is an enemy.
Two:
Whatever goes upon four legs or has wings
is a friend.
After all, we are animals.
Three: No animals shall wear clothes.
Four: No animals shall sleep in abed.
We can no longer stoop to his level.
Five: No animal
shall drink alcohol.
- Or engage in trade. - Six:
No animal shall kill any other animal.
Fighting each other is the nature of man.
- Ah, Pincher. Sit down. - And most importantly...
Seven:
Amongst us animals, there must be unity
and comradeship.
All animals
are equal.
Hurrah!
I swear on the sacred memory of Old Major
to serve Napolean before all others.
To serve Napolean 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.
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. Right a bit.
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.
Only25bales
of hay today.
We need more effort.
I... I can...
work harder.
While Snowball worked towards Old Major's ideals,
Napolean made different plans.
Are the puppies weaned yet?
- Nearly. - Well, we have milk to feed them.
Take them away. Give her some explanation.
Animals!
We are now ready to raise our flag of freedom.
Well done, Boxer.
I give you...
the hoof and horn.
There now.
I told you we'd find him with his neck in a bottle.
"All over in 2 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 ring his drunken throat.
We need information on what's going on.
Why don't you send a spy?
How can we send...
No.
But we could listen in.
Now, don't make any noise.
Come on...
So from the beginning?
A...
- G, B, C... - No, no, no.
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?
- Yes! - That’s animalism.
Napolean, I want to see my puppies.
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.
Her sadness will spread to the other animals.
- Not if we distract them. - Yeah.
Education is knowledge.
And knowledge is power.
Well, the knowledge I'd like is...
Who keeps stealing the milk and apples?
That’s what I call knowledge.
Share and share alike, isn't that animalism.
- Well, where's our share? - Animals, please.
Who has the milk and apples?
- Who has the milk and apples? - We pigs have them.
We'll let them calm down.
Then Squealer can explain.
Thank you.
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 chicks how to 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.
Animals.
Napolean has arranged for this
television to be 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.
That doesn't sound fair to me.
I love milk and apples. We all do.
Mind you Napoleon’s always right.
I'll talk to Jessie. She'll explain.
...feed the brain, and if your brains are not fed,
then Jones would come back.
Do any of you want to see Jones back?
No, no!
Good.
Then for all our sakes,
we will continue to drink the milk and eat the apples.
Yey!
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 Napolean.
He just wanted to do right.
- 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.
It's something, and it’s spreading.
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.
It's as I thought. They're approaching from the top field.
Send the signal.
What if they change directions?
Then we'll make another plan.
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.
Give me that!
Let’s go!
As long as we stay up here,
we're safe. Let Snowball lead the charge.
Get them!
What was that?
Charge!
Shoot now! Shoot!
Let’s get out of here! Come on!
Move!
Let me through. Let me through. Victory.
Glorious victory is ours!
Well.
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.
No, he's all right.
He's moving.
Animals...
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.
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.
Napolean, Napolean, Napolean.
Snowball
continued to try to improve our lives.
And soon came up with anew scheme.
We were called to a meeting.
My friends,
surely you can see Snowball's idea for a windmill is a waste of labor.
- 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 Napolean.
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...
Puppies?
Puppies, leave him, it’s Snowball.
Leave him! Puppies!
My puppies had become Napoleon’s servants.
Snowball was banished and Napolean 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 Napolean 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 on all aspects of the farm.
No!
That’s enough.
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.
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.
They're behaving like men.
Puppies, stop that. I'm your mother. Stop it.
- Stop it! - Puppies!
Off to bed with you.
What are you doing here?
This area is out of bounds.
Nothing. I was just walking and the dogs came at me.
Have you seen anything of interest in your walk?
Nothing.
Get back to the barn.
Things were changing fast
and at night we heard strange noises
as Squealer altered the commandments.
...with sheets.
Avery good day to you, Mister...
Napolean.
Pilkington. Very pleased to meet you.
Splendid.
- Splendid. - We will go into the house.
Absolutely, after you, dear boy.
Dear boy? Dear boy?
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.
Napolean was rarely seen
but a statue had been made in his honor and placed
near the barn.
Today marks the beginning of anew 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 on
by the founder of our beliefs. Pincher.
Only criminals
would fear Old Major's presence.
Long live Animal Farm.
Well, that’s a tidy load of hay, Mr. Napolean.
Dear boy.
You know,
this could prove to be a very profitable arrangement
between ourselves, Mr. N.
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.
Got a bottle of whisky for you.
A token of my gratitude.
Just try this.
Dear boy.
Now to business.
There's a shortage of eggs on the market.
They're fetching a very good price.
Listen. There's something I have to tell you all. It's about the pigs.
- They are living in the house. - No.
Yes. And they're sleeping in the beds.
No.
Now it’s against the commandment.
No animal shall sleep in abed.
Yes, that’s right. That’s the...
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.
Of course not. And yes,
we do sleep
in beds, and why not?
There is no ruling against beds,
a pile of straw is abed.
Would you rob us of our sleep
so that we're too tired to carry out our duties?
But there's the commandment.
What commandment?
There was never a commandment against
beds, read it.
"No animal
shall sleep in abed with sheets".
You see? It's a commandment against sheets.
And we certainly don't sleep in sheets.
Oh, no.
Napolean is always right.
Exactly.
I managed to convince the animals
to buy those rusty old silos I couldn't get rid of.
They haven’t got a clue what to do with them.
Not only that, they've built a windmill.
And I'll 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.
My dear boy, if the pigs prefer to deal with me, should I refuse?
The animals are starving, and it’s not to your credit.
Same again all around.
You're still here then?
Pilkington, I'll show him.
Let him try to get his hands on this now.
Quick!
Our windmill was ruined.
Our spirits
were at their lowest.
But Napolean
seemed triumphant.
Do you know who is responsible for this?
Do you know who has stolen the truck and blown up our windmill?
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...
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,
that song no longer has any meaning.
Boxer, come on, please. You'll hurt yourself.
I have to do this.
We have a new song that gives voice to our gratitude for
all we have.
Beloved leader Napolean,
fearless faithful guardian,
proud and strong, protect us from
the wrong. You will defend us with your lofty trotter...
Pigs, our 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.
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.
They guilty will have nowhere to hide.
Because of this sabotage
the hens will have to surrender their eggs for sale in the market.
- That’s murder. - You hens should
welcome this sacrifice as your own special contribution to animalism.
Never. Never.
You dare defy our glorious leader?
We will smash our eggs before giving them up.
Yeah, dead right.
All hens are criminals.
No hen will be fed.
Any animal seen giving food to a hen will be punished
by death.
And so in the middle of the night the hens sacrificed their eggs.
This is so wrong.
What have we done?
Now what?
Go back to sleep, my friend.
We're just moving some of Jones'
camera equipment.
You'll see the films later.
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.
Without cause? That’s...
We have cause.
Guilty!
And now for other news.
Our leader, the glorious and valiant Napolean,
was today awarded 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 Napolean,
I have laid six eggs in five days.
Thanks to the leadership of our beloved Napolean,
this grass tastes better than ever.
And until tomorrow, it’s good night from me.
Good night.
I like whisky.
The pigs were behaving more and more
like farmer Jones.
What is it?
Glorious
leader Napolean,
glorious leader,
Napolean...
Shut up.
Squealer,
come quick. Napolean says he's dying.
So am I.
Napolean didn't die, and neither
did his taste for whisky.
Life was bleak.
But nothing prepared us for what happened next.
We were on our way home when a duck brought us the bad news.
Jessie!
Boxer has fallen by the windmill. He's on his side.
Boxer?
Go! Go and tell Napolean. 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 candy that grows on trees". - Boxer!
- "I believe in the everlasting..." - Get off of him, you... 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.
Here, try to drink some water.
Yes, yes, I will.
Any improvement?
Our leader is going to make arrangements
to have his most loyal worker
treated in hospital.
Thank you.
Now back to work.
But I don't think I should leave him.
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.
Quick, they're taking Boxer away. Come and say good bye.
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, get out quick! - Get out!
Kick your way out!
They're taking you to your death. Boxer!
We called out
desperately.
But we heard him give up the struggle.
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 whisky.
I could have saved him.
Nobody can save any of us.
I could have.
How?
I 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 will not 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.
Forward,
forward in the name of the revolution.
Long live Animal Farm.
Long live
our beloved Napolean.
Napolean 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.
Mind your step.
That’s right. Come on in now.
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?
I've heard such a lot about you, Mr. N.
So...
All getting on splendidly. May l?
- No, you can't. - Quiet!
You're letting him drink all our whisky.
If you’re not quiet, I'll stick you on top of that flagpole forever.
A toast.
Allow me.
Absolutely, dear boy.
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.
To Manor Farm then.
And our continued prosperity.
Absolutely, dear boy.
I can't tell the difference between them.
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 here joined by chorus of the Animal
Guard.
Praise to him, the founder of all our wisdom...
Long to live the ruler of our farm, Napolean...
Mighty leader, mighty leader, watching over us...
Napolean, 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, Napolean, mighty leader.
Mighty leader watching over us.
Napolean, 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...
Napolean, mighty leader...
Mighty leader watching over us.
Napolean, mighty leader...
Mighty leader watching over us.
Shout, shout, shout out loud, snout, snout, pink and proud...
Four legs good, two legs better.
Animals! Never again will we be threatened by our enemies.
I decree 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.
Free?
Life had been far from free in our hideout.
Seasons came and went. And we waited.
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.
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.
I wondered if anything
was still alive. I knew in my
heart that Napolean had fallen
victim of his own madness.
But what of
the others?
After all we had been through,
I needed to believe that there was still hope.
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.
But there are always survivors.
The walls had now fallen.
The scars have healed.
And life goes on.
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.