All language subtitles for Julien Duvivier - Panique

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Evening, Mr. Hire

And don't come back with
any 'fleas'

That's all we needed... A carnival!

One loin chop...thick, rare
and bloody.

One chop and you're through
shopping.

Now if you had eight children-
and a sick wife!

What is it called?

Lymphatic organs!

Does it mean anything to you?
Oh, I forgot you're single.

Yesterday, the "prime" cut you
sold me didn't have enough blood.

This carnival! Now the customers
will stuff themselves with sweets.

There ought to be a law
against it!

Did you say 6 francs 25?

Always a kind word!

Where's the police station?
There's a dead body in the lot!

A woman.

A camembert...ripe and a
little soft.

There's a dead body in the lot!

Jerome, go and you'll tell me
all about it!

Of all things...in our
neighborhood!

There doesn't seem to be any
morality left!

I wonder if the Brie cheese
isn't riper.

Look at them all running!

Since time immemorial, carrion
has attracted flies.

Keep back! There are footprints
the police will want to check.

All we can do is to break the
news gently to the family.

It wouldn't hurt if the men
removed their hats.

It's a woman.

It's Mademoiselle Noblet!

I hope the police will investigate
with vigor and diligence.

I kept them at a distance.

Very good. Let the coroner
through.

Were you a good girl?

Want an apple?

No "thank you"...?

Next time I see you with him, I'll
lock you up in the broom closet.

A drowned person looks awful, but
this poor lady seemed asleep.

The oddest thing was the edge
of her petticoat.

If she had known!

She gave a lot to charity.

Yes, but no husband, no children
and she ate like a bird.

Not half a pound of meat a week,
but a fine woman all the same.

Did she have any enemies?

The murderer is a scoundrel
or a sadist.

Did they find her bag?

Pretend you don't know me.

See you behind the church in
half an hour.

Sensational news!

The Inspector wants to call
Headquarters.

What did she die of?

Strangulation.

Any fingerprints?

The victim put up a fight.
Her watch stopped at 8:20.

8:20...while we were playing
cards.

That reminds me...I won.
You owe me 36 francs.

Do you expect to question
everybody?

I'm Sauvage, Internal Revenue
Collector.

I know everybody here. Worthy
people...easily upset.

I'm a man of experience. If I can
tell you about possible suspects...

Hold me tight...don't say
a word...

I've waited 233 days for this...
and 233 nights...

And you, darling, did you wait
for me?

Yes, but I didn't expect you
so soon.

You did nothing rash?

No, I behaved so well they let
me out sooner.

Why all the precautions?

You don't know them...

...or you'd know they don't give
anything for nothing.

I had to promise to help them.

I wanted to be near you quicker,
but they will be watching me.

Are you working?

I'll tell you all about it.

I'd be a swine...after what you
did for me.

No, I liked my prison because it
was for you I was serving time.

I wanted it to be tougher...I
wanted the matrons to be meaner...

...I wanted to suffer more, to
show you how much I loved you.

You understand, my darling?

I love church music.

It reminds me of when I
was a kid.

Why should they tail you?

They knew I was serving time
for someone else.

Let's pretend we're strangers.

I, too, have to be patient...

...until tomorrow.

Tomorrow, we'll pretend to meet
for the first time.

You'll address me as "Miss"...

...and I'll act coy about telling
you my first name.

With whom do I start this
romance?

A fellow by the name of Alfred.

He works in a garage.

The neighborhood thinks well
of him.

He doesn't drink or gamble...

Never plays poker...

...only "belotte".

No girl friend?

No... He loves a girl who's been
away a year...

...and who has no place to
live now.

I'll find a room at the hotel.

See you tomorrow, then?

It'll be love at first sight!

They're removing the body of a
murdered spinster.

Not much of a view, but
it's quiet.

I never dared accost a lady, but
since last night -

Oh, it's you!

If you knew me -

You didn't register last night.

Now is the time to obey the law.

You must always obey the law.

You arrived yesterday?

From where?

Rennes.

Profession?

Pleater... I came to Paris to look
for work.

Has anyone checked in or out
this week?

Our guests stay on months...
even years.

That one has been here
three years.

Luckily for her, there was a
vacant room.

A guest left...suddenly?

Suddenly indeed...heart attack!

Take my word, he's a bull. I can
spot them a mile away.

He's searching for the murderer...
in the drawer...in the inkwell.

And while he's searching, the
murderers are at the race track...

playing cards, or dunking
croissants in their coffee.

I've nothing to hide!

If anyone overheard me -

Someone overheard you.

My unforgivable crime is to be
insensible to your charms.

He insults a lady who wasn't even
speaking to him so they nab him!

He's the one!

Tell me, is that your name, Hire?

Do you mind leaving us?

It's an abbreviation. My name is
Desire Hirovich.

I was born in Paris.

You've lived here long?

3 years, 2 months.

Profession?

I'm in business.

I sell hope, like priests. And
cures, like doctors.

Did you know the victim?

Vaguely.

Ever chat with her?

I never chat with anyone.

Where were you at the time of
the crime?

To answer, I'd have to know when
the murder took place.

Friday, between seven and eight.

That's when I usually shop for
my dinner.

Were you alone?

I always am.

Your camera?

What do you do with it?

Take pictures.

What kind of pictures?

I collect human documents...
candid snapshots.

Police record?

No.

I want to check the spelling of
your name. You have a voting card?

I don't vote.

Have you a letter?

I never receive mail.

Not very social, are you?

How do you mean that?

All I meant is that you have no
friends.

I don't like men. Policemen,
even less.

You don't seem to like women,
either.

It all depends.

What are you writing?

I'm making a note.

Just what were you doing Friday
between 7 and 8.

And you, Mr. Michelet? I'm making
a collection for a wreath.

It's bad enough to be strangled,
but to be buried without flowers...

Will you contribute?

The florist will fix something
nice.

It's odd you want to do your own
cooking. I'll tell you where to shop.

You'll see I'm easy to get
along with.

Mr. Michelet, who is that
young lady?

I've no idea, not bad looking, eh?

You like him?

Don't apologize. I was like you
when I landed here.

He got me with a smile...but he
didn't do me much good.

And beware. What a line he has!

First a pleasant compliment.

Then, a drink.

Then it's all over.

The next day he doesn't
know you.

Marcelle, how about something
for the wreath?

Well, things are slow now. Put
me down for 2 francs.

You're not from this
neighborhood?

She arrived yesterday.

You see! I'd surely know you.

Here we go! First the
compliment.

Introduce us.

Alfred, known as Fred or Freddy.

I warn you, no nonsense. She's
and old friend. What's your name?

Alice.

My first love was Theo.

Who was your first love?

Alfred.

I'd like to get rid of him.

He leers at me from his window.

He's luckier than I.

This morning he was on the stair-
case and now he keeps following us.

"Madame Blanche, sees all, tells
all. Past, present and future."

May I speak freely in front of
Monsieur?

You're coming out of a sanatorium,
or some place of retirement.

I don't make anything up, it's all
in the cards.

The gentleman, next to you...
That's Love.

But I see someone else...
educated...dark-haired...

Be careful. I see complications...

...caused by an inheritance.

Am I going to be married?

Again the dark-haired gentleman.

Is anyone in your family
very ill...?

Near death?

Someone very close to you.
Not he.

Someone older.

Take my advice - stay away
from boats.

As for your getting married...
not for a while.

Your lucky number is eight,
your stone...ruby.

That'll be 20 francs.

Who is this educated gentleman?

Let's go to the autos. If he
follows us, we'll have a laugh.

Look at the old man there!

Did you ever go on a big hunt?

I mean a deer hunt, with hounds.

Well, your scarecrow is gone.

Let's watch the women wrestle.

Shall we go back?

No, give me a five minute
headstart.

Scratch on my door. Remember,
Number 12.

Hurry! I'm scratching at your
door already.

I'm sorry I accosted you this
morning, but you must know...

You're wasting your time.

Let me go, or I'll call the police!

Even if it will involve Alfred?

Youth pursues youth... The world
is full of silly laws.

Water flows, and sand -

Ask Alfred where he hid Mlle
Noblet's pocketbook.

The pocketbook with the 7,000
francs in it.

You needn't consult a fortune
teller to know the future.

Here's a reliable man...
Doctor Varga.

For if sand craves water...youth
needs advice.

He's there, behind his window.

Did he speak to you?

I leave you full of passion only
to find you an icicle. Why?

Nothing...

Why are you so absorbed then?
I scratched three times.

You'll be angry if I tell you.

I was cold tonight...I've only my
summer dress and a raincoat.

I hate to bother you with this
now, but I know a good buy.

A little coat with a fur collar,
3,000 francs.

Could you lend it to me?

3,000 francs? Darling, I haven't
got it.

Don't you have any savings?

I'm not the type to hide money
in a sugar bowl.

You said you had a job...

Only for the past month.

Couldn't you borrow from your
friends?

It frightens me to be so cold.

You've no idea how this upsets
me. I didn't expect you so soon.

You know how much I have?

300 francs, that's all.

I love you!

Why should we hide like rats?

His window is dark, but I can
feel his presence.

Take me in your arms and hold
me tight.

He is the dark-haired man who
wishes us bad luck.

We've nothing to hide. I want
him to see me in your arms!

You know what I was thinking?

The matrons were marching up
and down at night... It was tough...

...but I wouldn't have changed
places with anyone.

You didn't hold it against me?

Never.

The little coat with the fur collar...
You can have it.

It's yours.

How can I keep money when
you're cold?

I have 7,000 francs.

Noblet's 7,000 francs...I
killed her.

When I saw you coming into the
cafe, I thought it was a bad break.

Now, I don't regret it. You
deserve a new outfit.

So Mlle Noblet got to Heaven a
little early. Where is the harm?

And you'll be warm.

Don't worry, no one knows.

I used to call on her. Don't be
jealous, she was homely.

And what a job to get 100
francs out of her!

She refused to give me the 1,000
I had asked for, so I tripped her.

She struggled and broke her
watch as she fell.

I pushed the hands back half an
hour and went to the cafe.

It's an air-tight alibi.

The Police are lost. They'll end
up closing the case.

Then we'll move on and you'll
have all you want.

You're afraid? No one knows,
I tell you...no one...

This wreath comes straight from
the heart.

It's the least we can do.

It isn't every day we have a
nice funeral.

Arthur, hurry!

I'm ready. I was watching
Mr. Hire.

Everyone's at the funeral, but he
has to take his bus.

Excuse me, I'm from the Police.

I know nothing about the crime.

I know. I also know your last
place of residence.

I have your record.

Then there's nothing more I can
tell you.

Who knows? In that robbery case,
you were shielding someone?

Ask the Police.

Oh, it really doesn't matter.
Let's forget it.

When you were released, you
promised to help us.

A pretty girl gets around. If you
hear of anything, let me know.

I should have guessed it.

You've come to see Dr. Varga or
Mr. Hire?

I never met Dr. Varga... As for
Mr. Hire, I hardly know him.

Dr. Varga can tell you strange
things about your past and future.

Could Mr. Hire tell me where he
gets those stories he makes up?

To amuse young girls, or to
frighten them?

Just what did you tell me?

To beware.

Of Alfred? Do you know him?

You've nothing more to add?

I'm sorry I was abrupt yesterday.

I've plotted the lines of your
horoscope.

These lines are the landmarks of
your life.

You were born on August
8, 1912.

It's not magic. I saw your
registration form at the hotel.

What time was it when you
were born?

So you can invent more stories
about the boy I met two days ago?

Two days?

Your parents abandoned you,
right?

Unhappy childhood with a poor
relative whom you left.

Very interesting. This conjunction
of lines and stars is rare.

Only one man, in your life...for
the past three years.

And what a man!

A clerk? An artist? A scoun-
drel? Perhaps a murderer?

Dr. Varga cannot enlighten you.

And Mr. Hire?

You haven't much use for
Mr. Hire.

What did you mean when you
spoke of Mlle Noble's handbag?

Alfred must have told you all
the details.

Now you know as much as I do.

Yes, it's true. For three years he's
done all he wanted with me.

Because of him, I may have to
go back to prison. Help me.

If you won't, I'm done for.
Help me.

Ruin Alfred? Or save him?

No one ever cared for me.
I had a terrible childhood.

When I ran away, all I found
was Alfred.

I didn't know. I never met some-
one who was good and strong.

It's easy. A letter to the police
and you're rid of him.

But there must be proof!

I have it.

Genuine, absolute proof?

Irrefutable.

What is it?

Trust me.

So, the letter?

Don't write to the Police!

I? Never. Would I do it to get
rid of a man who is in my way?

My child, my views about society
shield me from such deeds.

But you have a right.

He made me help him do the
job, to have a hold on me.

You would be giving me
away, too.

You want to save him again?

No, I was only thinking of
myself.

I never want to see him again...
He beats me for a trifle.

Dr. Varga takes your word for it.

And Mr. Hire knows that you
are beautiful.

Yes, you are beautiful.

Last night behind my window, I
was unhappy.

Now, something has happened
which gives me hope.

Hope... A strange word on
my lips.

You're in danger, and that's all
that matters.

Go back to your room and avoid
Alfred.

I'd like to take you far,
far away...

But what will people think? I'm
so unpopular in the neighborhood.

It is for you that I tremble.

Promise me you'll be alone
tonight.

And I shall watch over you from
my window.

So, is he Varga?

He knows something?

Everything.

He's trickier than we thought.

He has proof?

Definitely. But what? I tried
everything...charm...promises.

He wants to blackmail you.

No...he's full of noble sentiments.
Still, he may spill the beans.

What's his layout?

You pass a courtyard. No
janitor...a noisy sawmill.

You didn't come here to stand
outside. Come in!

Did you beat her to get my
address?

You threatened her?

I don't mind having this out with
you. Come on, out with it!

You have nothing to say? Per-
haps you have something to do?

With your hands, as you did
with Mlle Noblet?

A knife? A revolver? Careful
that's rather noisy.

And afterwards, what will you do
with my body?

Did you bring a sack, a suitcase?

You lack foresight.

And you're pale! Livid!

Shall I give you a glass of water?
Or do you want advice?

If you dispose of me, I warn you
I have taken precautions.

The next day, a letter will reach
the proper parties.

It will give you a capital
headache.

Capital, get the pun?

But you don't feel like joking.
You're hesitating...

Remember, Mlle Noblet was frail.

But I'm as solid as a tree. I can
toss you out without effort.

But I feel sorry for you.

Just looking at you fills me with
such disgust

...that I must ask you to get out.

Pack off, or something you did
not count on will happen to you.

Pick up that knife.

Should you harm a single hair
on her head, here is a warning!

Fix your tie.

As soon as I got there, I realized
how foolish it was.

I felt the same way. I thought
I'd die.

Well, we had it out. He's a
tough baby all right.

He'll keep quiet while he thinks
he has a chance with you.

I can manage him for a while but
we must think of something else.

What does he know? Suppose he
saw me and suppose he talks.

Who is the accuser? A guy loathed
by the entire neighborhood.

I'll lie low while you make a
play for him.

Meanwhile, we'll start the
tongues wagging.

But he says he has proof! We
need proof against him!

I hid the handbag behind
the fence.

I've got it.

What shall I do with it?

If I'm caught with it -

Give it to me.

I won't keep it long. I'll plant
it in his room.

It's Alice...I must speak to you.

May I come in?

No! The place is a mess.

I must speak to you. You can
turn me out when you get sleepy.

Some other time.

I wanted to apologize. He beat
me until I gave him your address.

I'm afraid. I feel safe only with
you. And you won't have me.

Don't say that...but tonight it's
impossible.

I'll spend the night on a chair
in front of your door.

No, forgive me...I was a little
nervous. Don't bother.

If anything happens, I'll call you
through the window.

Alice...may I call you Alice?

I'd like to show you a place I've
been wanting you to see.

Will you come?

Then, tomorrow at 2 in front of
the bookstalls?

We're going to the suburbs.
Shall we take a taxi?

Like two lovers.

It's there, on the Island
of Wolves.

What is that strange house?

That's where I'm taking you.

But how do you know?

This is between ourselves, eh?

The Police didn't care to go, but
I did call on Dr. Varga.

Books everywhere, with strange
titles.

A hypnotizing machine...

And strange gadgets all around...

And he is at large! No wonder
people suddenly become sick!

He's a public danger.

So Mlle Noblet...

I'm not accusing anyone. They're
only suppositions.

But if he can kill people at a distance,
why does he strangle them?

Some people have strange ways.
Now with Noblet...

To get her in an empty lot took
a lot of persuasion!

It's the snake vs. rabbit business.

He always claims the meat isn't
bloody enough.

Whose house is this?

Mine.

These cups have been waiting
years for you.

I left here long ago, very
suddenly.

It was in the Fall... It was cold,
like today...

I never came back. Only a care-
taker comes from time to time.

I was about to have tea.

With whom?

Don't make me think of it.

Look at this while I make tea.

I've always liked photography, a
charming but exasperating art.

Still, an art which explains
many thing.

Of course, you've lost your
appetite.

You have dizzy spells and the
doctor doesn't know why.

Your doctor is an ass.

He blames everything on
lymphatic glands!

Your illness can't be explained...

...and as long as he comes into
the store...

It has nothing to do with
Mr. Hire.

Don't you understand that those
pin pricks are scientific stuff?

You wouldn't argue about the
Catechism!

Anyhow, your health is your con-
cern. But the kids health...!

From now on, not a steak,
nothing for Mr. Hire!

Isn't your wife well?

No, it isn't that. I'm mad.

Are the people here cowards to
put up with what's going on?

One crime leads to another.

If there's a sickly animal in your
herd, you kill it.

You mean Mr. Hire?

Ask them if I can stand him.

How often I complained about
his behavior toward Lucienne!

What does he want with her?

He has a way of giving her apples
and pushing her into corners.

You know Mr. Hire well?

He gives me rock candy.

He speaks to you sometimes?

He says, "Hello".

He says I'm a pretty girl.

Do you like veal chop?

It's yours if you tell me the
whole truth.

Did he ever ask you into
his room?

The veal chop is not for liars!

He never said, "I have candy in
my room. Come we'll get it"...?

A narrow escape, Mrs. Arnaud.

I'm the one in lawyers' robes.
Yes, I used to practice law.

I prepared my cases scrupulously.
Yet, I wasn't a success.

My clients didn't think me
optimistic enough.

I worried them instead of
bolstering their courage.

My mother...an excellent woman,
but she preferred my brother.

He was better looking.

I've never been able to please...
not even my parents.

At school, in the army, I was
always kept at a distance.

It wasn't I who chose to lead a
lonely life.

It was the others who avoided me.

Still, I got married.

You're wife? She's beautiful.

All these pictures bear only one
caption: happiness.

Here, I'm not in the picture.
I took it.

And that's how I brought them
together for the first time.

A friend of yours?

My first and only friend...

It stops there. The ending
is abrupt.

I wasn't meant to have precious
love and precious friendship.

I lost both in one blow.

There are other pictures.

They're quite different. This is a
horror museum.

A hobo who dies in front of the
Arch of Triumph.

A laughing little girl...she
is insane.

A drunken woman...

Faces of misery...shame...
vice...crime...

A nice set of candid shots which
I took myself...my family album.

I assembled it so as to never
again be moved by pity.

For 10 years I have associated
only with the dead.

They never betray.

I thought I was safe.

Then I met you and I don't
quite know what happened.

Do you want this house to
be yours?

Forgive me. I, too, misjudged
you, like the others.

I have nothing against the others.

I didn't even try to befriend them.
They judge by appearances.

It's different for you. Don't feel
sorry for me.

Think it over carefully. Don't
hurt me unnecessarily.

You're gentle and you're kind.
And I know what that means.

So put your room in order, because
tonight I'll bring you my answer.

I'll scratch at your door.

You don't mind waiting until
tonight?

Suppose something is wrong in a
neighborhood.

Gas pressure too low.
Poisonous
fumes from a factory...

The residents get together and
write a letter.

Let's sign a petition to get
rid of him.

You're all softies! Why doesn't
the hotel throw him out?

I'd like all my guests to pay like
him, on the dot.

Was that meant for me?

Yes, everyone knows about me.

Where does Hire get his?

From the empty lot.

How is the inquiry progressing?

I've a large family - and I'd like
to know -

You're not being very fair.

You're waiting for more murders?

Let's beat him up!

Well, who's going to do it?
We want a man!

And a man isn't easily found,
take my word for it.

I'll say. "There are only honest
people here. Therefore get out."

"I'm a man of experience and of
good sense."

"I advise you to disappear with
your books and your potions."

Have you any champagne?

A good brand, please.

It's rather expensive.

It doesn't matter.

I'm listening. Everyone is
listening.

Careful, the counter is wet.

Give the change to Raphael.

A glass of seltzer for the brave
tax collector!

The way he stared at me -

You're a disgrace to your sex!

You promised me an answer.

Yes?... No?

Didn't I come?

You're kind, you're unhappy...
How could I hesitate?

Let us celebrate our engagement
solemnly.

I have some champagne.

Take off your coat.

For the first time, you look happy.

I've forgotten the ring.

It doesn't matter...we have time
- all our life.

I don't even know your
first name.

In that, too, I was unlucky.
Desire.

To your desires, Desire and to
good luck!

Police.

If I had known you sleep until
noon, I'd have come later.

Noon? Let me apologize.

Last night, I went out on a binge
and came in very late.

And your job at the garage?

I went out with my bosses...
They like me.

Nice job... Enough money to go
on a binge now and then.

And yesterday, I had a hot
tip on a horse.

A twelve to one shot on Razibus.

You play the horses often?

No, I couldn't afford it.

What were you doing at the
time of the crime?

I worked in the garage until 8.

Luckily you were working
that day.

Ask my bosses.

They're friends of yours,
aren't they?

At 8:30 I was playing cards.

I know. I just wanted to
make sure.

When did you say Razibus won?

Yesterday, third race.

Going to see your friend?

I'm looking for work. He said he
might know of something.

I looked for you everywhere
last night.

I was out with the boys.

It's all set. The handbag is
behind the radiator.

It was a job, believe me.

I think it was high time.

I thought Michelet was asleep.
Not at all.

A bloodhound. He's sniffing
everywhere.

Let's be quiet. We'll get the
others all worked up over it.

They're already excited. One
spark will do it!

You seem sorry for him.

I love you! That will always be
my answer!

I'll get Fernand and Marco to
start things going.

All right, and remember - behind
the radiator.

We're not looking for trouble.
We're acting in the interest of all.

We're going to settle Hire's
account. Coming?

Aren't there enough of you?

We need an authoritative
spokesman.

We are attempting, for the last
time, to obtain from you -

I told you you have no ground.

If you won't comply with our
legitimate request...

Then what?

I don't know. We didn't think
of that.

We're going to move Hire out.

He's not here.

Good. He'll find his things on
the sidewalk.

No one is going to enter
his room.

Let me see. Initials...A. N.

Aurore Noblet! It's her handbag!

Then he is the murderer!

I found Noblet's handbag!
Hire is the murderer!

He says they found the murderer.

They found the murderer!

You know - the gruff one with
the beard.

Let's teach him a lesson!

We must get him here at once!

Tonight it will be too late.
They'll cool off.

He gave me his number, in case
of emergency.

Must I?

You love me?

Your fiancee on the phone.

I'm coming.

What are they shouting?

Nothing... "Kill him!"...

Is that you, Desire? Something
awful has happened.

I told Alfred we were washed
up. He's acting like a madman.

You must come at once...
at once.

Better come here. You'll be safe
here, darling.

Impossible?

The subway? No, take a taxi.

Yes, I'll wait for you.

He'll be here in five minutes.

They found Mlle Noblet's handbag
in Hire's room!

Who'd imagine it? Such a
quiet fellow.

I cleaned his room every day!

How exciting! I have goose
pimples all over!

A little co-operation, please! Move
on... Ladies, go home, please.

Move along, let the police
do its work!

As a civil servant, may I add my
request to that of M. Michelet?

This is the time to be calm. Do
not obstruct the course of Justice.

Shut up!... A guy who sends me
an income tax blank.

And he talks of justice!

Oh you...that's different. It
would hurt me to say no.

Please clear the square... He's a
dangerous man.

He may be armed.

What a mess, eh?

Did you find the handbag?

No such luck. I was at the
show there.

We're not leaving now?

I don't want to miss the
bull fight.

He'll be coming that way.

Here comes a cab!

I demand the protection of
the law.

Come with us.

Yes, but what is my baggage
doing there?

I can't handle three, but I'll take
you on one after the other!

Kill the murderer!

He's going to shoot!

I'm innocent!

He can't do it. Get the Fire
Department.

Hold on another five minutes!

He's dead.

Move along, everybody, it's
all over.

Start the music, old man. You're
losing money.

Look out!... We're being watched!

Mr. Hire's testament.

Picture of the murder of Mlle
Noblet by Mr. Alfred Chartier.

Taken September 5th, at dusk,
in an empty lot...

...where I had wandered.

Some day, in this great world
Some day, Man in every land

Will walk with his brother,
Hand in hand...

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