1 Work in Apt Pupil (1998)
Todd had seen the way Dussander had paraded around the kitchen by his command, the way that, without his say so, his arm had flown up into a perfect, vertical salute, one perhaps worthy of the Fürher's approval. It had been a true, heartfelt sign of German patriotism, patriotism that had been outdated for the last forty years. Yet, it still seemed new and fresh.
It frightened Todd, and yet, he couldn't help but be fascinated by it. Dussander had constantly denied any sort of emotional involvement in what had happened at Patin, that it had all been for "self-preservation," that it was something that had to be done.
Goddamned bullshit, you old kraut, Todd thought. You know what you did. You liked what you did.