The Great Dictator Page #4

All right, the coast is clear.

Commander Schultz escaped.

He's hiding in my cellar.

He's holding a meeting at midnight

and he wants you to be there.

Hannah, you come and help

Mrs. Jaeckel with the supper.

All right, I'll be down.

I don't understand it.

This crazy midnight supper...

What does this Schultz want of us?

- He wants us to blow up the palace.

- What?

We Jewish people shouldn't

get mixed up in such a business.

I know it but Schultz

has them all hypnotised.

- I knew he was up to some mischief.

- Sure he is.

I found him putting a coin

in one of your puddings.

Don't worry, I've fixed everything.

Wait and see.

Gentlemen, may I claim

your indulgence for a moment?

We are here tonight

to rid the country of a tyrant.

In order to carry this out

one of us must die.

In ancient times the Aryan tribe

of the Langobardians

made human sacrifice

to the god Thor.

At a feast

by lottery the victim was chosen.

Tonight, at this feast,

one of you will be chosen.

Each man will receive a pudding.

Concealed in one of these is a coin.

Whoever gets it

must give up his life

but he will join the long line

of history's noble martyrs

and will rid his country

of a tyrant.

I know that it is the wish

of all of us

to be chosen this night

to die for Tomainia.

Much as I should like to participate

in this ordeal, I cannot...

Why?

Don't you understand?

He's too well known.

It must be somebody like us.

I can't see it like that.

It is a question of my honour.

It is very embarrassing.

Commander Schultz,

I apologise for my friend.

Let me say, on behalf

of myself and the others,

that we consider it a great

privilege to die for our country.

Very well, then.

Gentlemen, I shall now retire

until fate has chosen the liberator.

Until then... Hail Hynk...

What am I saying?

Gentlemen,

we have pledged our honour.

Proceed!

Gentlemen, the coin is here!

What's the meaning of this?

Somebody made a fool of us.

- I did.

- What?

I put a coin in every pudding.

Blowing up palaces

and wanting to kill people!

We're in enough trouble!

Hannah's right.

We've all been foolish.

Our place is at home,

looking after our own affairs.

The papers say

Schultz may be in the ghetto.

Here, read it for yourself.

Hannah, read that.

"Mystery surrounds the disappearance

of ex-Commander Schultz.

"At police HQ it was believed

he may be hiding in the ghetto.

"A certain Jewish barber,

reported to be a friend of Schultz,

"is wanted for questioning."

Me?

Only for questioning.

Not too serious.

Meyerberg was only wanted for

questioning. We never saw him again.

- Who is it?

- It's me, Mr. Mann.

Did you hear what they're saying

about Schultz hiding in the ghetto?

I know, I know.

Don't you think it's serious

if they find him in the house?

Don't you realise

there are spies everywhere!

Spies?

What's the matter?

He's wanted for questioning.

Where's the Commander?

In the next room.

If Commander Schultz

is found in this house,

we'll all go

to a concentration camp

and have our heads cut off, too!

Am I arguing?

Then get rid of him.

You can't throw him out.

Of course not.

But I'd like to know how long

he's going to stay here.

Your breakfast is on the table.

Thank you. I have breakfast

waiting at home.

Search every house.

- What now?

- They're looking for Schultz.

He's in one of these houses.

They're always looking

for somebody.

It's me. Let me in.

The storm troopers

are searching every house.

Tell the Commander.

- Did you tell him?

- Yes.

- What is it?

- The storm troopers.

- What?

- You'd both better get on the roof.

We can't leave all these things.

All of you, pack my cases.

You pack that.

Clear this shelf.

Pack this and this.

This mustn't be found.

Open the door.

They're here! Get up on the roof.

Nothing left behind!

- My golf clubs!

- The hatbox!

- Take this.

- Come on, let's hurry!

- Where are you going?

- With him.

You'll see him later.

- I'll meet you tonight.

- All right.

Take this.

Quick!

Open in the name of Hynkel!

Stop!

Look where you are!

I can't see, wait a moment.

My bag!

It's right here. Here it is.

Don't drop the other one.

My golf clubs, not my golf clubs!

Come here. They'll see you.

Quick, this way!

Woah, steady!

- Now be careful.

- Yes, sir.

Lucky you didn't break your neck.

You'll pardon me.

I'm sorry.

You guard the back. Wait a minute!

I'll have to bother you again.

There he is.

How are you?

So-so.

Here's your friend.

Your silence will be appreciated.

Take him to the wagon.

Where are you going?

Smoking room.

Come on, this way!

Osterlich!

I am pleased to announce

that we are at last

ready to march on Osterlich.

This was made possible by the genius

of Field Marshal Herring,

upon whom I shall now pin

a token of my regard.

Turn around. No!

Gentlemen.

To Field Marshal Herring!

To the invasion of Osterlich!

Elephant!

Wait.

Napaloni's army

is on the Osterlich front.

To take Osterlich!

I can't believe it.

You can't believe it!

You let him steal a march on us.

I had the ground covered.

Declare war on Napaloni!

Mobilise every division

of the army and air force.

Attack Bacteria at once!

- But...

- Do as I tell you!

- Madness.

- Shut up!

Will you sign this?

What is it?

A declaration of war.

Yes. A pen!

I'll sign it.

A pen!

I'll sign it! Napaloni...

- It's Napaloni.

- Wait a minute.

Napaloni?

You talk to him.

What'll I say?

Be nice, affable, pleasant.

Well, well, how are you?

No, he hasn't been playing much.

You went round in 92?

His Excellency?

Just now he's a little hoarse.

No, I mean he can't talk.

May I take a message?

He says no doubt you've heard

about Osterlich.

He wants to discuss it.

Ask him to come here.

His Excellency invites you

to Tomainia to discuss the matter.

Very well.

I'll make the arrangements.

He's coming.

Good.

We'll put on the greatest military

show the world has ever known.

Napaloni will leave

the invasion of Osterlich to me.

And this?

- What is it?

- Your declaration of war.

Peace is declared!

2,975,000 eager citizens

are massed in the station square

awaiting Benzino Napaloni.

Entering the station is our Phooey,

ready to greet his guest.

This will cement the friendship

between our Phooey

and the Dictator of Bacteria.

His Excellency is about to greet

the Bacterian ambassador.

How do you do?

Garbitsch...

See about the photography.

Tell the press to see that

our Phooey is well photographed.

- Not the back of his head!

- Yes, sir.

Napaloni's train

is coming into the station.

From a pink and white carriage

Napaloni and his wife will step out

and Adenoid Hynkel will deliver

his address of welcome.

What's all this mix-up-a?

They've gone too far.

At ease!

Bring the carpet.

Why can't -a we get out here?

No-a carpet.

Who cares?

Me, Napaloni, I never get out

without a carpet.

Lay it down here. Quick.

- It's going back.

- What?

Let's get out while it's stopping.

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