The Ogre Page #4

you can use his bed.

And through the night,

you'll have to keep the fire going.

Dinner is at 7:
00.

This school

felt nothing like St. Christopher's.

This school felt like home.

Stop.

Stille gestanden!

Wait!

Abel, wait for dinner.

Hut!

Professor Blattchen, mein Herren.

Sitzen.

Abel!

Hier!

Where shall I put this?

Over there.

Here?

Yes. Careful.

French.

Yes, sir.

I'm Professor Doktor Obersturmbannfhrer

Otto Blattchen.

Open it.

Goldfish.

Yeah.

Carassius Auratus.

Next exercise...

What nonsense.

Physical education... it can never work.

Whatever happens

happens in our own genes.

When are we going to admit it?

Carassius Auratus.

The masterpiece of Chinese biology.

If Aryans could create a goldfish like this,

can you imagine what Germans

might be able to create?

Aah.

Good night, boys.

Good night, Abel.

Danke schon.

They were from Marienburg

and were using the holiday

to bicycle through the forest and lakes

of Masuria.

I told them about Kaltenborn...

about the castle, the lake,

the shooting stands,

the boats and the guns

and the exciting life there.

I invited them to dinner

and to spend the night

with hundreds of boys their own age.

Did you bring us these boys?

Abel!

Heil.

Heil!

This is excellent, Abel.

Welcome. Hello.

Hello.

Welcome.

You showed initiative.

Welcome. Hello.

In fact, I think I'm going to make this

your regular job here.

'Cause you like the boys, don't you?

Yes, sir, very much.

Yes. And the boys like you.

Excellent.

You see, here's our problem.

We have such a wonderful school,

and all the best families in Germany

are proud to have their

children come here,

but the common people,

especially the peasants here,

you see, they are so crude and uneducated

that they don't want their children

to attend our school.

They even hide them from us.

Bravo, Abel.

Now we want to give everyone

the benefit of the Reich.

And that's why I want you to help us, Abel.

You yourself are an ordinary fellow.

So it's simply ideal.

All right, my boy?

I'm relying on you.

Cover the entire countryside.

And don't worry about

insisting when you have to.

Just bring me the boys.

Jawohl.

He called me an ordinary fellow.

Because he does not know

that I am emerging

from the mists of time.

Mommy!

That's why there is something

magical in my nature.

Yes, yes, I smelt them, too.

How old is your little boy?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Don't go in. Don't be scared.

At first I inspired fear in people.

Guten tag.

But soon they were to recognize

my secret affinity with children.

They looked up to me,

they respected me...

Mommy, who is the man?

And they entrusted me with their boys.

And I was happy with my new mission.

Splendid.

Absolutely splendid.

Perfectly!

Don't change a thing.

Typical of the pure Nordic.

The nose...

Is leptorrhinian.

Neck...

Leptorrhinian.

By this point,

I ought to be able

to guess his blood type.

Rhesus positive.

I bet you!

Mmm...

A pure odor.

Smell him.

Do you know

that I can spot a black or a Semite

with my eyes closed,

just because of the essence

they secrete.

There's an unmistakable

impurity about their smell

you can't fail to notice.

Slow reactions.

Not very bright.

But solid.

Don't worry.

Brightness is not a characteristic

of the German race.

We don't want brightness.

People say, "Oh...

"so-and-so is so bright.

He has such a clear mind. "

No.

We mistrust

this brightness, this clarity.

Let the new African races

cultivate brightness.

Our sources are in darkness.

That is what drives us

to unparalleled creativity.

Wagner...

Nietzsche...

Bruckner.

7 boys I brought back

from the lake in a single catch,

but now, as my list

grows longer and longer,

I have to pick them up one by one

in the villages and forests.

Young boys are so...

bold and courageous.

No living creatures are as noble

or as beautiful,

and yet so heartbreakingly awkward.

I love nothing like I love the young boys.

What a privilege to gather them all

in a castle they can call their own.

Mostly they trust me.

But sometimes they don't.

And then I can feel the part of me

that is made of stone.

Hard and pitiless.

I force them to come with me.

Anything goes.

You bring anything you run into.

Nothing but eastern characteristics.

Short, pale,

testicles...

poorly hung.

What do you want me to do with him?

Get out.

Now.

Uh-oh.

Where are you off to?

Home.

Home?

What's going on?

Nothing. Go.

Are you insane?

We can't disqualify anyone now.

Look at him. A marvelous physique.

Blond as can be.

So what?

Genetically, he's worthless.

We are here to train these boys.

We create men here.

This is a crucible of men.

That's all it is.

For you, too, my boy.

The world is wide open. Come on.

One day, he won't let us stand.

One day, he'll betray us.

Because his deceitfulness is endemic.

It's inscribed in his genes.

A race is something homogeneous.

It's coherent and pure.

There can't be a nation...

mixing the races leads to disasters.

Look at the Americans.

A stupid country which

no amount of education

can save.

We can make a champion

out of a lad like him.

With his miserable upbringing,

he never had a chance yet.

You see, the Bolsheviks, too,

think that education is the key,

and you are just like them.

So then, if you fail to treat every rat

like a prize racehorse,

that's a social injustice.

And they think you can

take any pig from the pen

and educate him

until he becomes a greyhound.

It's utterly absurd.

Enough!

Rubbish.

All right, Colonel, that's enough.

I'm in charge here

and we're keeping the boy.

Thank you.

That's OK.

Nice work, Abel.

Keep it up. Come on.

Hier!

"A warning to all mothers:

"Beware of The Ogre.

"An ogre is roaming

through our neighborhood

"stealing our children.

"Don't listen to his promises or threats.

"Teach the children to hide from him.

"If The Ogre takes your child,

you will never see it again. "

My God.

"The Ogre. "

Go.

Take it to Raufeisen.

An ogre. Ha ha.

An ogre!

Are we in a fairy tale?

We're surrounded by traitors.

This has a Jewish stink about it.

Can't you smell it?

It just means that you have to work harder.

Our school must still remain the best.

I count on you.

Mesmerizing ritual.

Songs and torches.

Hard to resist.

You are quite intoxicated by it,

are you?

The flames, the flags.

There's a picture.

Quite overwhelming for a simple mind.

Look at him.

His father was a grocer in Leipzig.

He stands there in his uniform

as if he were selling sardines.

Heil!

- Sieg...

- Heil.

- Sieg...

- Hmm.

Heil!

Come.

Come. I'll show you.

Hermann von Kaltenborn.

They say the oak trees

bowed down as he passed.

The night before the battle

in which he would die

the Virgin Mary appeared to him

and told him his place in heaven

was ready.

Hmm.

And there...

he baptized 10,000 Prussians

in a single day.

These men are giants.

Oh, they...

felt the hot sun of the Crusades

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