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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!

Help!

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!

I make a wish on you!

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

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