November

Come, come.

Give me work!

All right. You want work?

Go make a ladder out of bread.

What’s wrong with him? -I don’t know.

Might be because of the rain.

God damn it! I used my best tools on him.

It’s so beautiful. Like the Christmas tree in church.

I like slaughtering pigs more.

Based on Andrus Kivirähk’s novel “Rehepapp”.

Get up! It’s All Souls’ Day.

Go heat the sauna.

And you set the table.

Let them eat and bathe, the poor beasts.

They’re not beasts!

They’re mother and grandfather. How can you say that?

No need to mince words about it. The dead can’t afford to be picky.

They’re no longer people. So why not call them beasts?

When my grandmother was little,

she snuck into the sauna to see what the dead were doing in there.

She opened the door, and what did she see?

Human-sized chickens thrashing themselves with birch twigs.

Isn’t a chicken an animal?

Are you trying to heat the village?

What did you bring for me?

Hold on. You’ll see.

How pretty!

My God! It’s so fancy!

Not bad, eh? -Where did you get it?

From the old baroness. It’s her last one.

I went through all her trunks,

but she has nothing left to take. It’s all mine.

I feel bad for the old lady.

She’s bedridden and doesn’t even have a nightgown to wear.

Once I felt so bad for her that I gave her one of mine.

Yours? Aren’t your nightgowns really hers?

What’s in the past doesn’t matter.

What do you want for it?

It’s a very expensive, nice dress.

What happened to your silver brooch? I’d give up the dress for that.

For this, all you get is a strip of silk.

She’s all tarted up. It’s disgusting.

I don’t know. She looks beautiful.

You try cooking that beauty in a pot and see if it fills your belly.

I saw… your mother by that willow tree.

How did you know I was looking for my mother?

I’m also waiting.

My mother is buried here too.

The Rääk dead are here.

Welcome. Let’s go home.

Come on.

Are you coming? Let’s go!

Wasn’t that Liina?

Yes.

She’s grown into a beautiful woman. -Yeah.

The sauna is ready.

As always, you’ll take the bed,

and we’ll sleep on the floor.

I’m not worried about my hidden treasure.

But I brought some trinkets home.

Where are they?

Liina?

Where is it? Where’s the ring?

It’s gone!

So that’s why the kratt was snooping around!

Why didn’t you tell me? When was it?

The day before yesterday!

I came from the well with buckets, and I saw a kratt scurry out of the back.

What did it look like?

It had a broom for a tail and a bucket for a head.

I’m going to find that thief and tear him to pieces.

Where are you taking that bread?

If she’s that hungry, she can come in with the others.

Father hasn’t changed.

How could you bear him?

But I didn’t.

Eat, Mother.

I had you.

Everyone needs something. Even better, someone.

I have someone. -Very good.

Mother!

Godspeed, dear ghosts!

How’s life in the other world? Get enough to eat?

Can’t complain.

Of course not, if you have bread to eat.

All we have is willow bark and slush.

We heard the Rääk silver is buried somewhere.

I wonder where?

We want to go for a walk to pick some flowers.

It’s so nice out! We want to make a wreath!

What flowers will you pick in November, you old hag?

The body and blood of Christ.

The body and blood of Christ.

The peasants are listening to the Word of God more and more.

What are they doing?

What are they doing?

What are they doing? -They use the wafers as bullets

so they’ll never miss when they’re hunting.

What? -It’s the body of Christ.

No beast can resist Jesus. Jesus will bring it down.

That is a sin!

Give me work, Sander.

A kratt needs to work.

My master didn’t give me work.

So I wrung his neck.

And who was that fool? -Some shepherd boy.

A child, of course.

A kratt could never get the better of a grown man.

Stop staring.

You’ll never wring my neck.

I didn’t make you, so my name’s not in the Devil’s book.

Why do you think I pulled you out of the mud?

I came to ask for currants.

Going to the crossroads again?

Well, my last kratt caught fire.

And I’m too lousy of a man to manage without a kratt.

-What do you want? -To buy a soul for a kratt.

A soul? Are you eating your kratts?

Eat fish instead. They taste much better.

My family eats tree bark and bats.

We won’t survive the winter without a kratt.

Write your name here in blood,

and you can even make your pants dance!

Shall we make those pants dance?

Leave my pants be.

I have a kratt body ready at home. Just give it a soul.

We can make my pants dance next time.

Blood for you, a kratt soul for me.

Go now. It already lives.

That hit the spot! Pour me another.

So, how are things in your neck of the woods?

It’s a constant shitstorm.

Fucking hard work.

No time to take a dump!

We can have the wedding at Christmas.

The pig, the old cunt, isn’t putting on weight this year.

She should be ready by then.

Then we slit her throat and good to go.

And how will you marry her with a slit throat?

Who? -The pig. Your bride.

What is this bullshit? The pig isn’t my bride.

So who is? -Well, you are.

Me?

Are you sure? -Very sure.

And I thought it was the pig.

What is this bullshit?

Pig and pig.

I’m leaving.

Everything set? -Piss off!

The baron’s daughter came to visit from Germany

and brought a suitcase full of underpants.

How many do you want?

How can you take them? Won’t the baron find out?

It’s not his business what I do with my underpants!

How are they your underpants?

Who else’s? This land belongs to Estonians.

Everything on Estonian soil belongs to us.

Don’t you know about King Lembitu and our ancient freedoms?

How the baron’s forefathers unjustly killed our king

and began ruling over us?

That doesn’t give them the right to our land!

I am an Estonian.

Thus, the baron’s underpants belong to me.

Is that what you’ll tell the baron?

I’ll tell the baron that his underpants got horny…

and ran off into the woods!

How many do you want? -Wait, Ints. Slow down.

I have another problem.

Can you sneak me into the baroness’s room?

A strange desire. -Why?

Isn’t her room on our land?

Don’t I, as a descendant of Lembitu, have the right to go in there if I want?

That’s right.

And no German thug can take that right away!

Come to the kitchen door tonight.

Luise!

Hello.

Father, someone was here!

Calm down. There’s no one here.

It’s your illness. There’s a full moon tonight.

I love you. I love you.

I love you.

Move that stump.

Move that by tonight.

Let me help you.

Keep it up.

Well, men, taking a rest?

Let’s get to work! Take these…

Asshole! You can’t tell us what to do!

Manor lackey! Ass-kisser!

Hans!

You weasel! Damned prick! -Hans!

Stop it!

Don’t do that!

Hans! -Your Hans became the overseer!

Liar! -That maggot!

I want to be his wife.

Witch, can you make him forget her…

and love me instead?

One thing we can do…