The Great Dictator Page #3

Ain't I cute?

How did you do it?

You should try it on yourself.

Fixed up, you'd look handsome.

Four pecks a pound, new potatoes!

The potato man! I have to go.

Take it easy there.

Did you hurt yourself?

- Careful next time.

- Here's another one.

How do you do?

Something's happened.

The storm troopers helped me up.

How wonderful

if they stopped hating us,

if they let us go about our business

like we used to.

How wonderful if we didn't have

to go to another country.

I don't want to go.

With all the persecution,

I still love it here.

Perhaps we don't have to go.

Wouldn't it be wonderful if they'd

let us live and be happy again?

Full stop.

Nothing works!

Not even a sharp pencil.

I'm surrounded by incompetent,

stupid, sterile stenographers.

I'll get you a pen.

Don't bother! I won't send it.

Get out, get out!

We've just discovered

the most wonderful poison gas.

It will kill everybody...

All right. Later.

B76 to see Herr Herring.

A lady. My secret agent.

Your secret agent?

Tell her to come here.

Have B76 come right in.

Any news from Epstein?

Our agent reports that all

the board of directors are Aryans.

- The loan's bound to go through.

- Good.

A strike at the arms factory.

- The leader?

- Five of them.

- Have them shot.

- They were.

How many were going to strike?

Three thousand of them.

Have them all shot.

I don't want dissatisfied workers.

These men are skilled craftsmen.

Let's train others first,

then shoot them!

Cannot afford to be lenient.

The rhythm of production

will be affected.

Rhythm...

All right, have your rhythm.

Spare the strikers and permit them

to return to work.

But mark them for future reference.

That's my department.

I'll attend to that. This way.

The strike leaders are all

brunettes. Not one blond.

Troublemakers!

Worse than Jews.

- Then wipe them out!

- "Doucement".

We'll get rid of the Jews first,

then concentrate on the brunettes.

We shall never have peace

till we have a pure Aryan race.

How wonderful! Tomainia,

a nation of blue-eyed blonds.

Why not

a blond Europe, Asia, America?

- And a brunette dictator.

- Of the world!

Why not?

Aut Caesar aut nullus.

The world's effete, worn out, afraid.

No nation would dare oppose you.

Dictator of the World!

It's your destiny. We'll kill off

the Jews, wipe out the brunettes,

then will come forth

a pure Aryan race.

Beautiful blond Aryans.

They will love you,

they will worship you as a god.

No, you mustn't say it.

You make me afraid of myself.

Dictator of the World!

We'll invade Osterlich first.

After that we can bluff.

The nations will capitulate.

The world will be under your thumb.

Leave me! I want to be alone.

Aut Caesar aut nullus.

Emperor of the World!

My world.

The happy hour programme.

Work with the rhythm of music.

Our next selection: Brahms'

Hungarian Dance number five.

Fifteen cents, please.

Happy hour signing off.

At six, Adenoid Hynkel will address

the children of the double-cross.

It seems like the old days again.

How long is it going to last?

In the papers

it's rumoured that Hynkel's going

to give the Jews back their rights.

Maybe.

What do you want?

Business is much better.

Nobody interferes with us any more.

Doesn't that make you feel good?

The trouble, Mr. Jaeckel,

is you're so used to bad times,

you're unhappy without them.

Get my Sunday shoes.

They're on the windowsill.

I can't find the shawl.

I've got a shawl.

What's going on?

They're dressing Hannah up

to go out.

Is that so?

She's got a beau.

- Who is it?

- The barber.

Now, turn around.

- My dear! Those hands!

- What's the matter with them?

Those calluses. They're so rough.

Maybe I better not go.

Don't be foolish.

He knows you do housework.

Wait! I'll get a pair of mittens.

See if he's ready.

Not yet. He's polishing

a bald man's head.

Bad news. The invasion of Osterlich

will have to be delayed.

- What?

- Epstein refuses to lend the money.

Epstein refuses, eh?

Send for Schultz.

Epstein refuses.

What did he say?

He complained of the persecution

and said he wouldn't have any

dealings with a mediaeval maniac.

He'll deal with a mediaeval maniac

more than he thinks!

First I shall deal with his people.

- Your Excellency?

- Call out the storm troopers.

A little mediaeval entertainment

in the ghetto!

At such a time

I think it ill-advised.

Such demonstrations

demoralise the country.

Indeed?

Since when

do you care about the ghetto?

I speak in the interests of our party

and the cause of humanity.

You need a holiday.

Fresh air.

A little outdoor exercise.

I'll send you

to a concentration camp.

Place Schultz under arrest.

Very well, but remember my words.

Your cause is doomed to failure

because it is built on the stupid

persecution of innocent people.

Your policy is worse than a crime.

It's a tragic blunder.

Traitor! Traitor!

You're a double-dyed democrat!

Schultz, why have you forsaken me?

Excellency,

here are the notes for your speech.

I'll not need them.

What I say will not be directed

to the children of the double-cross

but to the children of Israel!

That Hynkel isn't such a bad fellow

after all.

Most amusing.

Get a Hynkel badge!

A Hynkel badge!

A fine photo on each!

- We'd better go home.

- Yeah.

Let's hurry.

Wait a minute.

What's that?

Turn off the radio.

The storm troopers!

- Bar that door!

- Get some water!

Get the women and children upstairs.

Lock all the doors.

You men, stay right here.

We've got to make a stand.

We might as well die

as live like this.

Wait a minute.

We have a social call to make here.

Wait a minute!

Schultz gave strict orders

not to molest anyone in this court.

These Jews attacked us.

I don't care.

Orders were to keep out.

You saw that!

I can't help it. Schultz's orders.

Let's get going.

Orders or not,

I'm going to get that girl.

Out!

Schultz arrested!

Hear that?

He's arrested Commander Schultz.

- A Jew corrupted our commander.

- Let's kill the louse!

Schultz is accused of treason,

and you know why.

Schultz was a friend of that barber.

Let's get the barber!

We want the barber!

It's the storm troopers!

- Get on the roof.

- No.

- They'll kill you!

- I'll fight.

Don't be a fool, you'll

be murdered. Get on the roof.

All right, here we are.

Smash in the door!

Come on,

we'll give the barber a haircut!

Where are the bombs?

There goes the barbershop!

Never mind. We can start again.

We can go to Osterlich.

That's still free.

Mr. Jaeckel says it's beautiful.

Wonderful green fields,

and they grow apples and grapes.

His brother's got a vineyard.

Mr. Jaeckel

said he'd take me with him.

Now we can all go together.

It'll be wonderful

living in the country,

much better than a smoky old city.

And if we work hard and

don't eat much, we can save money

and buy a chicken farm.

There's money

to be made in chickens.

Look at that star!

Isn't it beautiful!

Hynkel with all his power

can never touch that.

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