RAHUL:     Are you nuts? Over my dead body.

Soldier #2 hits Rahul in the stomach with the butt of his gun. Rahul curls up on the ground in pain.

RAHUL:     (groaning)   Uhh...my mistake...I don't have the stamina or threshold of pain for this..(points at Wallstreet) ...over his dead body.

Soldier #2 tries to grab the camera from Wallstreet. The boy resists, and they struggle wildly. Wallstreet protects the camera with his body, with his life. Ken motions Soldier #1 to help. Soldier #1 bows, drops the umbrella and joins the frantic scramble for the camera, making them look like kids fighting over a toy. Wallstreet doesn't let go of his last possession, even when the soldiers bite, punch and kick him.

The camera transforms into its anthropomorphic form and twists to free itself from the hands of the soldiers.

CAMERA:      Let go of me, you dirty Japs. I'm made in America, for chrissakes!

Finally, Ken jumps into the fray, and yanks the camera off Wallstreet. The camera reverts to its normal form.

VICTORIA:     (O.S.)    Ken! What are you doing?

Ken turns, he is astounded to see Victoria marching up to him, finger wagging, fuming mad. He hides the camera behind his back. Rahul stands up and dusts himself.

KEN:     (with a guilty smile) Hi, Victoria.

VICTORIA:     You should be ashamed of yourself! Give the camera back to him!

Ken remains motionless, mortified. Victoria stands before him, her hands on her hips. She's in control here. Ken takes a deep breath, hands the camera to Wallstreet.

HOLLYWOOD VERSION