The Riddle of Jaan Niemand (Põrgu Jaan)

He's alive!

If you call that living...

THE RIDDLE OF JAAN NIEMAND

What do you want from here?

Who are you?

A fancy man like you shouldn't lie around on beaches...

You're lucky to make it back alive.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Sure you do.

Come on, then!

Spetburgunder!

To your health!

Pardon me...

but we don't see suits like that around here...

before the war, maybe.

Tell me, how are things where you come from?

How many fled?

How many fell?

How many got sick?

I don't...

remember.

You remember your name, don't you?

Here. This is the place.

This is where we found him.

Or maybe it wasn't here?

It was farther away...

The fish haven't come to the river to spawn...

The black bird has no nest.

The calendar says the seed needs to be sown by now...

it must be done.

Ah. I was looking for you.

Put that down.

Jaan Niemand, does that name mean anything to you?

What's that?

Open it.

So...

What is it?

It's a doctor's traveling case

that seems to have belonged to a doctor named

Jaan Niemand.

Tiidrik found it next to where they found you.

I think it belongs to you.

So you figured out where you found me?

A few feet here or there, what difference does it make?

Come!

Read, please.

Sartorius, gracilis, gluteus maximus,

rectus femoris, vastus medialis, vastus lateralis...

Do you know what that means?

These are names of muscles...

Not everybody does!

You'll be more comfortable here.

Yes?

Master sent for you...

Close the door.

Sit, please.

How do you feel? Better?

I guess so.

And your memory?

Three villages...

15 farms...

more than 80 people...

an orchard...

a distillery, a watermill...

great, big fields.

Parties...

lavish parties...

suits finer than you could even imagine.

If I told you that by the time Albert inherits this place from me...

it all will be restored...

you would think I'm crazy?

What happened to him?

I don't know.

Nobody does.

No doctor has examined him.

The last one died before he had the chance.

How long has Albert been like this?

Bad things have happened here...

They came on horses...

Master wasn't home...

only the Baroness, the boy and the maid.

Later, we found the Baroness under the window...

dead.

She jumped.

The boy stopped talking...

and soon got sick.

The maid saw something, I think...

but spoke gibberish. Made no sense.

She ran away. Soon after.

Doctor, sir!

Doctor, sir!

I heard Master Jaan is a doctor.

My daughter is dying...

would you have a look?

She's dead.

That's her.

The maid.

Shit!

Now where has the Doctor been so late at night?

It's not enough that they won't work or do as they're told.

Now they come to mock us!

I saw him.

Where, damnit?!

Where is he?

Who?

The shitter.

Went back to where he came from.

Let me help you.

The hell you can. You're no doctor.

You can't even remember your own name.

Why did you do that? Master only wants what's best for you.

No man is higher than the rest!

All sinners burn in hell... - Shut up!

Whatever their provenance... - Shut up!

Everyone's the same!

We don't need your fancy tricks here.

The German varietal is supposed to be lighter than the French Pinot Noir.

Well?

Maybe you Sirs can continue your meal later...

They've completely lost it. All hell has broken loose.

What are they doing?

Renouncing. - Repenting.

Why are they burning their things? - Like it's been said...

He who wants to enter heaven must renounce his worldly things.

Madness.

This is madness.

I can understand that rashes come from dirtiness...

a cough comes from being poorly dressed.

But this?

This is madness...

Please let me examine you.

There's nothing to see here, you can examine each other at the manor.

Leave us out of it.

Abscesses, chronic itching, stomach aches,

high fever, horrible dreams, hallucinations...

It's an old disease.

Every book calls it by a different name.

St. Anthony's fire.

Ergot fungus.

All of the grain must be infected.

The cure?

All the books agree on this...

we cannot eat any more of this grain.

Get up!

Where's the grain?

Damn it!

Get out!