Willem Kmetsch lives life as an outcast, like a dead man walking, until he happens to land a job as the caretaker of some rather "special" weapons.
Oh, my hat...
!يا للهول، قبّعتي
Ah, mein Hut …
¡No, mi sombrero…!
¡No, mi sombrero…!
Ah, mon chapeau.
Oh, no! Il mio cappello!
Ah, o meu chapéu...
Ой, моя шляпа...