Picture 1
Vanya: Is too bad, pig, you must die.
Dmitri: Yes. Have drink. Brave pig deserve one last drink.
Picture 2
Dmitri: Do you not remember playink as boys in village? How one day we would become great heroes and save the Motherland? Is no more those days, brave pig.
Picture 3
Label: TRIUMPHANT VODKA OF THE PROLETARIAT! FOR STALIN!
Picture 4
Vanya: Good night, pig. Have good sleep.
Pig: Grink? *hic*
Dmitri: Come Vanya, do not cry. Is no point to cry for brave pig.
Picture 5
Artillery officer: Too much talking! Load the Goering Gun, you bastards!
Picture 6
Dmitri: *whisper* The birch trees, pig! Remember the birch trees!
Pig: Grink?
Picture 7
Vanya: Gun is loaded, comrade captain!
Artillery officer: About time, bastard slackers!
(Prokofiev adagio in E minor begins.)
Picture 8
(Music swells)
Artillery officer: Prepare the mortar!
Picture 9
(Fermata, open 4th)
Artillery officer: Set range!
Picture 10
Artillery officer (offscreen): FIRE!
(heart-wrenching minor 3rd)
Picture 11
CRUMP
Pictures 12-15
Shots cut between observers. Adagio movement begins to close, until at last only the quartet remains playing.
Picture 16
Pig: Grink? *hic*
Picture 17
Vanya: Brave friend pig! For certain the Medal for Heroic Livestock!
Dmitri: Ha ha! Maybe Order of Lenin!
Vanya: Ha ha! Or maybe Siberia, for not bravely sacrificing for Motherland!
Dmitri: One cannot say. But friend pig lives. For a while, I am happy.
Picture 18
Commissar (on left): Stalin will be disappointed.
Scientist (in glasses): It is to Siberia, then.
Assistant: But I am innocent of crime!
Commissar: That is immaterial.
Fade to black.