Come on.
Let's show 'em how it's done.
Unh.
Aah!
- Come on! - Hey, come on!
Damn!
- I got you! - Aah!
Where are my glasses?
Clean my wound!
There's no water.
Well, use your tongue, then, you idiot!
Aah!
Thank you.
Abel!
What are you doing?
Abel!
AD Califum!
AD Califum is Latin.
I still don't know the meaning of that phrase.
All those years at St. Christopher's
I lived like a zombie,
like a sleepwalker,
Forever dreaming of an awakening,
waiting for an unpredictable event
that would set me free
and let me be myself at last.
I remember climbing up several flights of stairs
to a room where I would eventually be greeted
by the headmaster
of St. Christopher's School for Boys.
Oh, yes. My name is Abel.
Unh! Unh! Uhh!
Unh!
My only friend was Nestor.
Nestor protected me whenever he could.
His father being the school janitor,
Nestor enjoyed incredible privileges,
such as having a bicycle.
Nestor had keys to all the rooms in our school,
and at night,
he took me to a whole other world.
Start reading when they get to Canada.
"Slowly, they passed the great lakes
"called Reindeer, Slave, and Bear.
"The big caribou entered the clearing
"as the Indian had predicted.
"The wind had not carried the two men's scent to him.
Very slowly, the Dutchman raised his Winchester while"...
He's not going to kill the caribou, is he?
He has to. They have to eat.
Go on.
"Very slowly, the Dutchman raised his Winchester,
while the Indians seemed to stop breathing. "
In Canada, we'll catch foxes, seals,
Maybe even bears in huge snares.
Within 3 years,
you can make a fortune out there.
If you're well organized.
Can you give me a hand?
Sure. Lean over.
Amen.
You need to fill it up.
Abel! AD Califum!
AD Califum maximum!
I wish you could make this school burn down.
I wish it would catch fire
And burn down to the ground. Please.
OK, let's give it a try.
Get the fire hose!
Aah!
That day... I understood
that fate was real, that she was cruel,
and that she was on my side.
I would be protected, saved, and guided,
While others would be harshly, savagely,
tossed into the void.
Today, I live simply, quietly,
like an ordinary man.
A small business, an apartment, a mistress.
I confide my secrets to no one.
How come my car isn't ready? You promised.
In fact, I hardly speak to people.
I'm running some tests.
Mm-hmm.
It's an accident!
Can't you see?
Did you get badly hurt?
I don't think so.
Did you... did you fall?
Yes.
Where are you taking her?
Martine!
I fell down.
You've got dirt all over her.
Look at your dress.
Come.
All I'd wanted to do was to help,
but somehow I always inspire fear in people.
Very good. Now, 1... 2... 3.
Hey, you'll ruin my picture.
Martine, isn't your mother coming today?
Not today.
Now look up here.
Ok, now stand very straight.
What about me?
Will you take my picture?
Sure. One second.
Very good. Thank you.
Yes.
Now... now sit down,
sit on the bumper. Yes.
Now sit back a bit.
A little more to the right. Yes.
Ok, now cross your legs, like a real lady.
Good.
All right. Good.
Now close your eyes.
Good.
Shall I take you home?
Is this yours?
Sure. I have a dozen.
You'll have to tell me where to go.
What's your name?
Abel.
That's a funny name.
It comes from the Bible.
Abel was a shepherd, a nomad.
Do you have any children?
No, no family.
No parents?
No. I was found in the street.
And the moment I was born,
I was already grown up!
When I was your age,
I had a friend.
But... he died in a fire.
A fire?
In school.
I was about to be punished,
and I didn't want to be punished.
So I made a wish, and the wish came true.
So you killed your friend?
No. He was the only one who liked me.
You must be sad about it.
Maybe. Sometimes I'm sad,
and sometimes I'm happy.
I can't say why.
Maybe it's because half of my body
is made of stone.
Really?
You're kidding.
No, I'm not.
That's why I can be very nice,
But very cold, too.
People don't know that.
It's a secret.
But someday, they will know.
Hey.
Abel.
It's the 30th.
It is?
Rachel is not my wife.
But she is the feminine element
in my life.
Once a month
She comes into my particular universe,
to keep my books in order.
Which one are you?
I wouldn't have recognized you.
Oh, you were so thin then.
You've certainly made up for it, hmm?
Were you good in class?
I bet you weren't.
I was always top of the class.
Do you want to take my picture?
No, no!
No!
Rachel is the one
who first called me an ogre.
"You're not a lover," she said.
"You're an ogre. "
No, no!
No!
Look at...
I can't stand this.
You're a monster.
You can't do this to me.
I'm more delicate than that.
Sorry.
Careful.
Abel?
Are you going to drive me home again?
Oh, am I your chauffeur?
Grahh!
You might enjoy this.
What is it?
Look at it.
Start reading when they get to Canada.
"If one puts a canoe
"in the lower A-A-A... "
Athabasca.
"If one puts a canoe in the lower Athabasca
"and travels northward to Great Slave,
And thence up the Mackenzie... "
Sorry. I don't like it.
Can I borrow your camera for a minute?
No! No, no.
Why not?
Because I said so.
Why not?
Frankly, I'm afraid you'll break it.
I won't break it!
And I'd like to have my pictures...
Martine! Careful!
We could have an accident!
Stop it. Don't do that.
I don't want you to use my camera.
Don't touch me.
And I don't like to have my picture taken.
- Let me out! - Stop it!
I don't want your stupid camera!
Let me out!
No. I'm your chauffeur.
I promised I would take you home and I will.
Come on. Don't be silly.
Read me some more. You read very well.
Please? It's my favorite book.
Please?
Don't forget my book.
"Slowly, they passed
"great lakes called Reindeer, Slave, and Bear.
"A big caribou entered the clearing,
as the Indian had predicted. "
"The wind had not carried
"The two men's scent.
"Very slowly, the Dutchman raised his Winchester,
while the Indian seemed to stop breathing. "
Help!
"... Across the level plain.
"It was the call of the leader to the pack,
the animal man to his... "
Help!
Martine?
Help!
- Martine... - Help!
Ow!
What happened?
He hurt me. He hurt me!
- He hurt me. - Martine...
- He hurt me! - What happened?
He hurt me.
Don't cry. Tell me what happened.
- He hurt me. - Tell me...
You there!
Officers, did you see a man go past here?
He did it. He hurt me!
Come along! Come here!
No!
I make a wish on you!
So, you're a photographer.
Yes.
Why do you photograph children?
I like children.
You like children.
I like to protect them.
From what?
From grownups.
But you're a grownup yourself,
Aren't you?
You know perfectly well what you did to her.
I didn't do it.
We caught you right there.
There was a man who ran away.
There's no need to be frightened, dear.
You're quite safe with us now.
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.
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 Göring.
Never heard of him?
He's a great hunter of the Third Reich.
And I'm his chief forrester.
You'll have to learn a lot.
Abel. Go now.
His name is Booby.
Ha ha ha ha ha!
Welcome, Field Marshal.
Ha ha ha ha!
Come! Ah ha ha ha ha!
Get it! They're good ones.
Hyah!
Now pick them up.
Always on the left side, Abel.
On the left side.
Come on.
Oh, yes.
This one belongs to the one called Sergeant.
It's his 11th set.
All stags cast off their antlers
at the end of winter.
The young ones sometimes quite not till June.
You have names for all the stags?
Almost.
You see, the field marshal is very precise.
Everything has to be in order.
Jawohl.
The military academy in Kaltenborn Castle.
The castle belongs to the count of Kaltenborn.
He is the last descendant of the Knights of the Sword.
You want to see?
The oldest nobility in Germany.
They train the elite.
They call them the vital force of the Reich.
This is Rubens.
This is art.
In those days, they weren't afraid
to celebrate flesh.
Look at those thighs.
The magnificent abandon.
Living life to the full.
Draining the glass of life!
Good to see you.
Karl.
Count Kaltenborn.
The one I was telling you about.
Take a look at this.
A cure for sorrow.
Ohh!
No, no, no, I'm serious.
It's very, very relaxing.
Ohh...
It feels wonderful.
Oh, wonderful.
I'm calm already.
Let's go.
Into the forest.
Where is he going?
You, follow them.
Hey, hey!
Are you French?
Yes, sir.
Ha ha ha ha ha!
I like France very much,
even though I fought at Verdun.
But we are natural allies.
We're at the heart of Europe.
You see?
A doe.
The evening turds are harder and drier
than the morning turds.
And look.
In the summer, they're all compact
and cylindrical.
But in September,
they're just like little beads.
You actually can tell the season by the taste.
A roe buck.
A tapered pack.
The flavor almost like apples.
Wonderful.
Field Marshal.
That's him.
The one I was telling you about.
It's candelabra.
The king.
He's mine.
Give me that.
No, please. Give him another season.
But he is carrying
20 pounds of horn on his head
but he's our best stud!
No...
No!
No! No! That's terrible!
That's terrible!
Now he is going to get shot
by somebody else!
I warn you...
I want him.
He is mine.
He is mine
Or you are dead, my friend.
I'm serious.
Your life depends on that.
Am I still living in the ordinary world,
or have I wandered into a fairy tale
with magical creatures, giants,
and wild beasts.
In his gigantic appetite,
his tireless enjoyment of the fruits of life...
You're a rascal.
...reminded me of someone. Yes.
Nestor.
Ha ha ha ha!
Achtung!
Heil Hitler, Herr Feldmarschall!
Heil Hitler.
There we are.
Quick.
We have to cut off
the animal's balls immediately.
Otherwise, the meat gets a horrible taste
and becomes inedible.
You see?
Ah. Merci.
Ahh.
All right.
And now for some champagne.
No!
No! No.
- Let go of... - No.
Let go of my gun, you idiot.
It is the Pope, they say
That Churchill will pay
For each of his cigars
While the king twirls a baton
The navy has been sunk
There's big fires in the sky
And Churchill is a drunk
Oh, my
England had an empire, a jolly good king...
- Marshal. - What is it?
Field Marshal, I have bad news.
That's very annoying.
The Count of Kaltenborn is here to...
Candelabra.
Where is he? Where is the Count?
He went back to Kaltenborn.
And the animal?
He took it with him.
That animal was mine, you idiot.
You disobeyed a direct order
and now you are going to pay the price.
I'm sending you to the Russian front.
Please, Field Marshal.
I'm sending anybody who works here.
You people think you can get away with anything
because you know I'm lenient.
Do you think I've noticed it?
Discipline has collapsed here!
I won't stand it!
I won't!
Was there anybody to stop him?
Uh, Field Marshal, we tried to, but...
But! But!
Field Marshal,
You know the Count of Kaltenborn.
His family...
Don't you dare talk to me about his family.
The fact that that's an ancient family
doesn't make him better than anyone else.
Quite the contrary, you idiot!
Fate does not favor
those who are content to be born.
We have to create our own future.
I am the Reich's Jaegermeister,
the field marshal,
the, uh, head of the Luftwaffe,
the number-two man in the Reich!
The... the stones...
The bowl!
The bowl, quickly!
The stones!
The stones...
Ooh... thank you.
Ohh. JA.
JA.
Those aristocrats from Kaltenborn...
they are the ones who destroy the nation.
They have to be killed.
He knew what he was doing.
He knew that this animal was mine,
and he deliberately killed it.
Where is Field Marshal?
Heil Hitler!
Heil Hitler.
From Stalingrad.
Everybody get out of here.
Leave me alone!
Can't you hear? Get out.
The war in Russia was not going well.
The field marshal had to leave us
as abruptly as he had shown up.
His armored train was waiting
to take him to Berlin...
and I didn't want to go back to the camp.
Field Marshal...
may I ask a favor?
Who are you?
I'm the French prisoner.
Yes, Field Marshal.
Tuh!