Hangmen Also Die!

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His Excellency, the Reich Protector,

will arrive shortly.

What progress have you made,

General Votruba...

in your recruiting your Czech

anti-Soviet battalion?

- You know the Fuhrer counts on you.

- Yes, but it's extremely difficult...

our peasants and workers are,

unfortunately very sympathetic...

to the Russians.

Perhaps our production would increase if our

Skoda workers were allowed higher pay...

since our food allowance is very low...

frequently resulting in exhaustion.

Admittedly, your workers may be

under paid as workers...

but as an inferior race, as slaves,

they are highly over paid.

Give them higher wages, you say?

So they can print more of

this underground propaganda?

They distribute this criminal material

everyday in the Skoda plant.

Every department is contaminated!

Herr Excellence, the Reich Protector!

His Excellency, the Reich Protector,

wishes to say...

that the reports from Skoda

are a putrid mess.

The stinking swine at Skoda

refuse to work.

In Skoda, there are 37,000 workers there.

And the sabotage is out of control...

yet only 50 were executed.

Why not 500?

What did he say?

He said "Shooting only 50 out

of 37,000 is ridiculous"...

he demands at least 500 lives.

The restrictions mean nothing at all.

Silence!

The munitions factory in Czechoslovakia...

will be put in the hands of the Gestapo.

I personally, will be

responsible for Skoda.

If I may, your Excellence...

isn't there some better way,

something not so drastic...

Is this man crazy...

talking to me in this language?

I insist that all Czech only speak

in German. You got that?

German! German! German! German!

I'll teach these sheep

at the Skoda factory to obey...

not to turn to listen to

or obey traitors ever again.

My car!

For those who failed to understand

his Excellence's last remarks...

the entire Czech armament production...

is now transferred to my authority,

under the Gestapo.

The Reich Protector himself

will supervise personally...

the necessary executions

at the Skoda plant.

To Skoda!

Mrs. Dvorak!

- Good morning, Mrs. Novotny.

- Good morning.

I hope I can have 2 lbs. of potatoes.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Novotny,

perhaps tomorrow.

The turnips are nice.

Well, I guess it will have to be turnips

again, and a nice head of cabbage.

- Why is your motor running?

- Just waiting for my fare.

You know that gasoline is

ordered not to waste?

Yeah, but my battery is run down,

it won't start up again.

Stop the motor!

Stop the motor!

Now, start it up again.

I... I guess it must have charged up.

So, you carry on this sabotage trick

to use up our fuel supply.

- Continue and do not stop.

- I do not know, don't understand it.

- I had to crank it up this morning.

- Drive to the police precinct.

- Yeah, but it never charged up...

- Forward! Forward!

Vanya was arrested.

Get going, quick.

Haya.

Pardon me Miss, but did you see

a taxi cab waiting?

Yes, a few minutes ago...

he seemed to had some trouble

with the Occupational Police.

They drove off with him.

Thank you.

Go over there.

You, look over there.

Hey, Miss..

A man running out from that alley.

Did you see him?

Yes.

In which direction did he run?

This way!

You better go home, now.

And put it on the books.

Thank you, Mrs. Dvorak.

Identification cards.

One, please.

Heydrich been shot!

Heydrich been shot!

Heydrich shot!

Heydrich been shot!

Stop the film!

Lights on!

Stop the film!

Who started this applause?

Who started it?

Answer me.

No one here applauded.

I demand who started this applause.

The unknown soldier.

Get out your identification cards.

No one is permitted to leave.

You stay here.

No one is permitted to leave.

No one can leave!

- Mister?

- What?

Wait a minute, Anna,

what's the hurry?

Bohemia Herald!

New rate decree!

Read all about it!

Bohemia Herald!

New rate decree!

Who cares? We got Heydrich

State of emergency loitering forbidden,

close doors and windows.

No loitering.

State of emergency.

No! No!

- But I'm to stay here.

- No you can't.

But why?

Because of the taxi drivers arrest?

I don't know, orders.

But I can't go home. Someone

may have recognized me.

- Go to a hotel.

- But they'll check all the hotels

- Where shall I go?

- I can't take you?

I always dreamed of giving a my

little girl the most beautiful trousseau...

But with these Germans, all the

shops have been scrapped bare.

But mother, I can't imagine anything

prettier. And it was yours.

- All it needs is a little cutting down.

- Cutting down?

Now look, Aunt Millie, I suggested it

3 months ago and everyday since.

- Now there is only 2 weeks left.

- Hello, girls.

- Hello father.

- Hello, Stepan.

Helene.

Nothing wrong, Stepan, is there?

No, no, nothing at all.

- Someone shot Heydrich.

- Shot Heydrich? When?

- Where?

- At noon on Kladno Avenue...

what we now must call "Ludendorf Street".

It's all in the paper there.

Father.

Yes?

I think I must have seen him.

The man who shot...

Close the door.

- I'm sure I saw him.

- You haven't seen anyone.

- I'm certain I have.

- You haven't seen anyone!

Father, you don't have any connection...

No, monkey, hardly. I've been politically

disconnected for over 15 years now.

It's best in such matters,

one doesn't talk.

Example:
You tell it to A...

A entrust it to B,

B confines in C...

C reposes the secret to D and it's

not very far from E or F.

F reports it G

and G stands for Gestapo.

Yes, I understand. But to you father...

Listen, come here, come here. Look.

Here.

Definition of "No one"...

"not any, not one, not a single one, none!"

Not to me, not to your mother

not to your little brother...

not even to your fiance, Jan.

No one is "no one"!

Look, I've had that old battery for 5 years.

Sometimes it works, sometimes it don't.

It's full of quarks!

There is some quarks to the tags, also.

According to the Gestapo, they

belong to a car that was burned...

last October.

- Is that the late paper?

- Yep.

Can I look at it?

Yep.

Your cab was the getaway car!

I don't know nothing about it.

You will talk to the Gestapo.

Attention!

"By order of the Occupational Police...

"all restaurants, cafes,

theaters...

"and public buildings will

close immediately.

"Curfew, 7:
00 O'clock, sharp.

"After this hour, any person on the

street will be shot on sight."

- He must have gotten over the border.

- There are no borders anymore.

The trains are all stopped,

the frontier closed.

If he only got out of Prague,

that's all I want.

- It looks like they're in a awful sweat.

- You bet.

Excuse me, we have to close now.

Thank you, sir.

There must be some other

way than assassination.

What will be the result?

More terror, more bloodshed.

It will be like the student massacre

at the university

But Jan, those 120 boys gave their

lives to tell the world...

that we are still Czech.

That we will always be Czech.

- Yes, I agree on that...

- At least

Shush, Beda.

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