The Ogre Page #2

Just tell us.

Do you recognize this man?

He did it. He did it, he hurt me!

Martine!

He hurt me!

Will you tell us now

what you did to her?

- Huh?

- I didn't do anything.

He hurt me!

If it were up to me,

animals like you

would be torn apart.

Look yourself in the mirror.

Don't you see the face of a murderer?

It's true.

I suppose I do have

the face of a murderer.

If you're looking for one.

I tell myself,

there's nothing to worry about.

I tell myself,

my prison is going to burn down,

Just as it did 20 years ago.

I tell myself,

enormous events

are going to be arraigned

solely in order to carry me forward

on the path which fate

has laid out for me.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

The barbarians are at our gate.

Is this the moment

to judge each other,

or shouldn't we face

the enemy united?

We have lots

of evidence against you.

And all your lawyer wants to do

is plead mental deficiency.

Or temporary insanity.

Under normal conditions,

I'd send you up for trial.

But we may soon

be at war with Germany.

And this war will save you

from going to prison.

Show up at 8:
00 tomorrow morning

at Coupevoir barracks.

We are hoping that you will atone

for your doings through

some brave actions

on the battlefield.

All right.

In the name of the French Republic,

I dismiss the case.

The outcome of the war

will largely depend on the quality

of the communications system.

I mean to say,

the telegraph is a fine invention,

but wires are easy to cut.

That's what saboteurs are so good at.

Whereas our little birds,

our brave feathered soldiers

are way beyond the enemy's reach.

It's mid-day. What about lunch?

I do feel a bit hungry.

Certainly, Captain.

Lunch is being served!

Perfect military order.

A pigeon carrier of good breeding

easily covers 500 miles a day.

Lunch is served!

Nothing can stop them.

Neither wind

nor a thunderstorm...

But what about banks of fog?

Oh, you've got a point.

Major fog might be a nuisance.

Oh, with carrier pigeons,

you'll be informed

prior to anybody else.

Mm-hmm.

And in a most secret way.

Hmm.

I mean, any movement of the enemy

- shall be at least...

- Hey.

What is it?

Hande hoch.

France was trampled.

Paris was humiliated.

Der triumphum.

Ein blick Auf Den eifeltum.

But I wasn't upset.

My country hadn't given me

much opportunity

to act like a hero.

So I was quite happy

to be taken far away

from the great nation.

You managed to save them!

This is fantastic, Abel.

Captain.

Captain, look at this.

Do you know the use

we could make of them?

From wherever we are,

they'll fly back to France

carrying our messages.

What messages?

About the place

where we're going, Captain.

Poland, Eastern Prussia.

While the others plotted their escape,

I looked out at the open fields.

The land seemed to be waiting,

quietly, to embrace me.

All the men of this country

have been called up, right?

So, we have to figure out how

to take advantage of that. Eh?

You mean, um...

I mean...

That women are running

the farms and the factories.

Hah? German women

are just like other women.

They need men. Hah?

Us, in other words. Am I right?

- Am I right?

- No.

Los, los. Arbeit.

All right, all right!

Say, what's the matter with him?

I have no idea.

You know, I think

we're building an airstrip.

Really? Here? That close to Russia?

Hey, Abel.

Years have gone by

since Nestor told me of the blizzard

howling among the black pines,

Of the icy gulf she went over,

crossing a frozen lake.

Of the monotonous

shhp-shhp of snowshoes.

And also of a log cabin,

where the trapper

takes refuge at night

and lights a big fire.

Nestor had told me, "One day, Abel,

you'll see. One day. "

"Slowly, they passed great lakes

"called Reindeer,

Slave, and Bear.

"A big caribou

entered the clearing,

"as the Indian had predicted.

"The wind did not carry

the two men's scent to him.

"Very slowly, the Dutchman

raised his Winchester,

while the Indian seemed

to stop breathing. "

You the big caribou? Huh?

Are you hungry?

Do you want some food?

A minute.

Carrot?

Come.

Huh? Huh?

Good boy. Huh?

Come.

No, don't go away.

Don't go away.

No, stay.

Come.

Good-bye.

Come, come.

Come, come.

Bist Du kalt?

Bist Du kalt? Bist Du kalt?

Hast Du feber?

You speak German now?

You think they're gonna win the war?

Naturlich.

He likes the place.

He's thinking of settling down.

If only the carrier pigeon

service had been expanded.

We should have built a big loft

directly linked to the general staff.

We would have known

everything that was going on.

We could have easily

stopped the German advance.

Nonsense, Henri.

This is not nonsense.

Bist Du kalt? Bist Du kalt?

Nein.

In this world,

I am a prisoner of war.

But in my world, I am a trapper.

Whenever I can,

I sneak away to my cabin

and feed the moose.

What are you doing here?

French?

Yes.

Escaped.

No, no, I'm a...

Prisoner at the camp.

L... I come here sometimes,

but I always go back to camp

after a while.

This is not permitted.

The whole forest is not permitted.

For military reasons.

Didn't they tell you?

Hello.

He... he comes here sometimes.

Hello. How are you today?

Come, come, come.

I've seen him a lot.

But I think he's, um...

Blind, yes.

You know him?

Everyone knows him.

His name is "The Ogre. "

The Ogre?

Yes, people think he's a monster.

A fiend, devil.

Be careful. He's dangerous.

In the winter he comes

and begs from the farmers,

but he scares people.

Someday, someone will shoot him.

No. You're not a monster, are you?

You're big and strong

and gentle, aren't you?

And handsome, too.

Yeah. They won't shoot you.

I know. I know.

I know. Yeah.

Now, get out of here.

Go back to the camp.

And don't come back again.

Go back. Quick.

You're just in time. Marsch, marsch.

Captain's order.

Well, this way at least

they served some purpose.

Most important

is to keep up our morale.

The war is not over yet.

Abel.

Berkel did not want his.

So we kept it for you.

I cooked them with

some honey and vinegar.

Sit down.

You'll like it.

Here. Come on, sit down, Abel.

Sit down.

Abel!

Abel, don't do that!

Don't do that!

Ach. Come, Abel.

A little schnapps on the Fatherland

On Christmas. Hah?

Cheers.

My New Year's resolution

was to never see France again.

And once again, fate and history

worked closely together.

As soon as winter was over,

my life took a new turn.

...further east,

all the way to

the Russian steppe.

Don't say that! Please don't say that!

Abel.

Abel!

Get into the car. Come on.

This is the place.

The hunting lodge.

I need someone to look after the cars

and to assist me generally.

You're a mechanic, aren't you?

Come on.

You're needed in the kitchen.

You'll have a room there.

They'll show you.

Please, be careful.

Jawohl.

Who does all this belong to?

All this belongs to

The field marshal Hermann Gring.

Never heard of him?

He's a great hunter

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