All language subtitles for The Great Dictator (1940).en

In the last year of the World

War, the Tomainian
Nation began to weaken.

Behind her lines
revolution had broken out.

Her diplomats were frantically
suing for peace...

while at the front
Tomainia's army fought on...

confident its war machine
was invincible...

confident its war machine
would smash the enemy's lines.

Big Bertha, a cannon that could
hurl a projectile a hundred miles...

was this day to make its first
appearance on the Western Front...

was this day to strike terror
into the hearts of the enemy.

Seventy-five miles away was her target,
the cathedral of Notre Dame.

Range: 95,452!

- Range: 95,452!
- Yes, sir!

- Stand clear!
- Fire!

Hey! Stand by your trigger.

Yes, sir.

Range correction: 95,455!

- Range: 95,455!
- Yes, sir!

Breach secured!

Stand clear!

Ready! Fire!

Defective shell.
We'll examine it. Come on.

Come on.

- We'd better check the fuse.
- Yes, check the fuse.

Yes, sir. The fuse.

Look out! Come on! Run!

- What's that?
- An air raid!

- They're after Big Bertha!
- Right! To the antiaircraft gun!

- To the gun!
- Quick!

Hey! Have you gone crazy?

Come down out of there!

Get up there, will you!

What do you think you're doing?
Have you gone crazy?

- Sorry, sir -
- Sir! Report from Captain Snout!

The enemy have broken through!
Every man to the front!

Muster the gun crew, quick!
You, report to Sergeant Bloom.

- Come on!
- Yes, sir!

- Get your hand grenades there, soldiers.

Come on there.
Get your hand grenades.

Hey, soldier! Where's your hand grenade?
Hey, come here!

- Where's your hand grenade?
- Haven't got any, sir.

Give him a hand grenade. Go on.

Keep moving. Come along.
Move forward.

Hurry it up.
Come along. Hurry up.

Pardon me, sir, but to work this -
How do you -

Pull the pin, count 10 and throw it.

- Let 'em have it!

Hey, come on!

Hey, this is no time to scratch.

Here, pull yourself together.

Take this.

Forward!

Hey, you men! Fall in here!

Hey, you, come on!
Hurry it up there!

Order! Arms!

Ow!

Prepare to attack!

Forward!

Captain!

Yoo-hoo!

Capitán!

Yoo-hoo!

- There you are.
- Huh?

Hmm?

Oh, excuse me!

The enemy!
Come on, fellas! Let's get him!

- Good afternoon, sir. May I come in?

- Who is it?
- Friend.

Come in.

- Sir.
- What division?

21'st Artillery, sir.

Take this. Hold 'em off.
And keep firing.

- I'll be back in a moment.
- Yes, sir.

Help! Comrade, help!

- What is it?
- I'm exhausted.

Quick! Help me to my plane!

- Yes, sir.

- Thank you, my lad.
- Steady.

I'll see you get
the Tomainian Cross for this.

That's all right, sir.
I'm only too willing to oblige.

Oh, you saved my life.

- Thank you.
- I'll strap you in.

I'm weak. I can't make it alone.

- You'll have to stay with me.
- All right, sir.

- Can you fly a plane?
- I can try.

Quick! Lift my hand to the stick.
I haven't the strength.

- Take charge of that gun, Sergeant!
- Yes, sir!

The enemy! They're coming!
Quick! Lift my hand to the throttle!

We'll fool 'em!

- Here. Hold on to these dispatches.
- Yes, sir.

If we can deliver them to General
Schmelloffel, Tomainia may yet win the day!

- I think I'm going to faint.
- Oh, don't say that.

I'm sorry, old man.

- Huh?
- I'm sorry.

Oh, wait - Please! Hey!

- Hey, mister!

- Hey!
- Where am I?

- Don't you know me?
- Oh, yes. Of course.

- Of course.
- Yes.

Yes, I - I feel better now.

- Ah.
- The blood's returning to my head.

What's below?

- Looks like the sun.
- The sun?

- Seems to be shining upwards.
- Strange.

- How's the gas?
- Terrible. It kept me awake all night.

No, no, no!
The gasoline in the tank!

Oh. Almost empty.

We must be nearly there.
What time is it?

Time?

About, approximately, one minute to 12:00.

Strange.

Look at that.

Huh! Huh.

Seem to be defying
the laws of gravity.

Hmm.

Water!

- Huh?
- Quick! I'm going to faint!

- Uh, wait a while. Wait a wh -

You'll get - We'll get into trouble
if you faint any more now.

- Ohh. Ohh.
- Now be careful.

- Here now. Just hold it.
- Quick.

- Hold it. Hold it. I think I can.
- We'll just see

Faint. Water.

- What on -
- Oh, water.

- Here, take it!
- Oh! Quick!

- There's something wrong.
- Oh! Ohh!

Oh, I can't reach it.

Oh, water! Faint!

Ah! Oh, it's all gone!

What's the matter?

- This belt is too tight.
- Well, loosen it.

I'm trying to.

- We're upside down.

- I know it.
- Give me that stick!

- Impossible.

Oh. There it goes.

We're out of gas.

Well, I suppose this is the end.

- Cigarette?
- Not now.

Then I shan't need this anymore.

What month is it?

April.

Spring in Tomainia.

Hilda will be in the garden now
tending the daffodils.

How she loves daffodils.

She would never cut them
for fear of hurting them.

It was like taking a life
to cut a daffodil.

Sweet, gentle Hilda.

A beautiful soul.

And she loved animals.

And little children too.

We've landed! Dispatches!

Comrade, where are you?

Comrade!

Comrade, the dispatches!
Tell me, where are they?

- Are you hurt?
- Quick! Take me to General Schmelloffel!

- What's that?
- Hurry, man!

If I don't deliver these dispatches
at once, we're defeated!

- Well, the war's over.
- What?

- We lost.
- Lost?

Meanwhile, the Jewish soldier,
ex-barber, veteran of the World War...

suffered a loss of memory
and remained an inmate

of the soldier's
hospital for many years.

He was ignorant of the profound change
that had come over Tomainia.

Hynkel the dictator ruled the nation
with an iron fist.

Under the new emblem of the Double Cross
liberty was banished...

free speech was suppressed...

and only the voice of Hynkel was heard.

Und ze sauerkraut!

Baloney.

Baloney

Adenoid Hynkel has just said...

yesterday Tomainia was down,
but today she has risen.

Democratzy shtunk!

Democracy is fragrant.

Liberty shtunk!

Liberty is odious.

Free sprechen shtunk!

Freedom of speech is objectionable.

Tomainia has the
greatest army in the world.

The greatest navy in the world.

But to remain great we must sacrifice.

We must tighten our belts.

Hail Hynkel!

Ah, Herring. Poopschen Herring.

Bismarck Herring!

The Phooey now speaks to the
Field Marshal Herring, the minister of war.

From the hearten...

Und Garbitsch. Herr Garbitsch.

He is now addressing
Herr Garbitsch, Minister of the Interior.

Herr Garbitsch. Ah.

Herring shutten smelten fine
from Garbitsch...

und Garbitsch shutten smelten fine
from Herring.

Herring und Garbitsch.

His Excellency
recalls the struggles of his early days...

shared by his two loyal comrades.

Ah, und the Aryan...
und the Aryan maiden -

Ah, the Aryan maiden.

Ah, the delicatessen mit ze schoe...

und the flaxen mit ze stress.

Ach, und the Holstein...

mit the muss.

Ah, ze muss!

Und der kinder Katzenjammer.

The Katzenjammer mit the...

Hail Soldiers for Hynkel!

Zein the Aryan...
und now der Juden.

Der Juden!

Und da strangulation mit da...

Der Juden.

Ohh, der Juden.

His Excellency
has just referred to the Jewish people.

Und now...

Europe... Blitzkrieg French...

and final straff und en France...

and straff mit eine Finland!

Und mine straff mit Russia...

Tomainia!

In conclusion, the Phooey remarks...

that for the rest of the world
he has nothing but peace in his heart.

We now pause for station identification.

This is the Peri-mutuel Network...

bringing you direct from Tomainia
Adenoid Hynkel's address...

to the sons and daughters
of the Double Cross.

The English Interpreter
is Heinrich Schtick,

Adenoid Hynkel's
personal translator...

who is apparently reading
from a prepared manuscript.

Stand by for further commentary.

- Go ahead, Tomainia.

His Excellency is
about to descend the stairs.

Ach! Ohh! Your Excellency!

Are you hurt? Oh!

Straff! Straff da fluten flavin
da cheesen cracken!

Da fluten da banana!

Da banana!

- Da banana!
- Da bitte booben!

- Banana!
- Banana!

Dein big booben!
Cheesen crackers!

Banana.

Inside, da booben.

You ride in the other car.

Thank you, children.

His Excellency seems well pleased...

as he's greeted by a committee
of Tomainian children and their mothers.

Now he pauses
before a woman with a child.

Camera.

Even the baby is thrilled...

and seems all smiles
at His Excellency's attention.

Hail Hynkel!

His Excellency leaves
the scene of his triumph...

and will return to the palace along
Hynkelstrasse, the avenue of culture...

where he will pass Tomainia's
modern masterpieces...

The Venus of Today
and The Thinker of Tomorrow.

- How was it?
- The speech?

- Yes.
- Oh, very good.

Thought your reference to the Jews
might have been a little more violent.

- What?
- You've got to rouse the people's anger.

At this time, violence
against the Jews might

take the public's
mind off its stomach.

Hmm. Perhaps you're right.

Things have been quiet
in the ghetto lately.

Good morning, Mr. Jaeckel.

What's good about it?

Well, conditions could be worse.

If you think they could be worse,
you have a great imagination.

Aha. You heard Hynkel's speech.

I heard nothing.
I've got my own troubles.

Well, you're better off
than a lot of other people.

- What have you heard from the barber?
- Still in the hospital.

Aye. Ever since the war
he's been there.

Yep.

Why don't you try and rent
his barbershop for him?

He won't let me.

Every few weeks
he writes to say he's coming back.

It seems a pity it should be idle
all these years.

Well, why worry?

With the taxes the government
will soon take it away from him.

Aye, perhaps you're right.

It isn't such a good morning after all.

Now you said it.

- Hannah.
- Yes, Mr. Jaeckel?

On the mantelpiece
you'll find my tobacco pouch.

- Will you get it?
- All right, Mr. Jaeckel.

Yeah, seems everyone
is full of troubles.

Ah, everyone.

Look at Hannah, poor girl.

A hard worker. Can't get a job.

Father was killed in the war.
Mother died last year.

Can't earn enough to pay the rent
for her room. What can I do?

I can't throw her out.

- You'll need some more tobacco.
- Where are you going?

I'm delivering Mrs. Shoemaker's laundry.

Oh, you'd better take the key.

Mrs. Jaeckel and myself
are going out.

I'm locking up all the doors...

in case the storm troopers will start
their monkey business again.

The Aryan

The Ary-Ary-Ary-Ary-Aryan

As we go marching by

Look, fellas! Tomatoes!

And potatoes!

I think I'll take a box home.

Mister, please, please.

Hey, fellas, the truck!

- Hold it there, will ya!

You have no right to do this.

That's all right.
Just charge it to my account.

Nice, ripe tomatoes, boys!

Why don't some of you do something?
I wish I was a man. I'd show ya.

Now what would you do,
my pretty maid?

Ah, you're very brave all
together, but not one

of ya got guts to stand
up alone and fight.

- Aw, shut up!
- Is that why you got a truck?

To run away in case
somebody hits you back?

Shut up, or we'll
take you down.

All right, come on and take me.
You'll get a lot of medals for it.

That's all you can do is to pick on women
and rob defenseless people.

Aw, don't rob the poor girl, boys.
Give her back her tomatoes.

Here!

Oh, I'll have to do it all over again.

Pigs.

- Send in patient 33.
- Yes, sir.

Here's an interesting case.

Amnesia. Jewish soldier.

Been here since the war. Has an idea
he's been here only a few weeks.

Has he any idea
what's happened in the meantime?

Not the least.

His one interest seems
to be in his barbershop,

which he believes he left
only a few weeks ago.

Poor devil. He'll have
many surprises waiting for him.

- I'm afraid so.

- Yes?
- Number 33 is gone.

Gone? But he was to be examined.

- I know, sir, but he disappeared.
- Disappeared?

Well, let him go.
It isn't a serious case.

Besides, there's little more
we can do for him.

Hey, go on. Beat it up there.

Come on! Get outta - You! Go on!

What do you think you're doing?

- I really don't know.
- Well, you leave that alone.

- Don't be silly.
- I'm not silly!

I appreciate that.

When you talk to me,
hail Hynkel and salute.

Who are you anyway?

I'll show you who I am.

Come down to headquarters.

- Say, that's my shop!
- I don't care if it is or not.

- You leave me alone!
- Oh! Gonna put up a fight, are ya?

Come on down, pal.
I'll show you.

Now let me tell you something -

Are you a policeman?
Arrest that man for assault.

- Come here, you!
- Leave me alone!

Attacking a storm trooper, huh?

- Take him down!
- You'll hear from my lawyer!

- Come on, you little -
- Why, you -

-
- Turn him around!

He bit my finger!

Pardon.

Oh, I'm sorry, mister.
I didn't mean to hit you.

You were wonderful.
I enjoyed that.

But don't stand there.
You'd better beat it.

No, I'll call a policeman.

- No, no, don't do that.
- Why not?

- You crazy?

- Look out. There's more coming.
- More what?

Wait a minute!

Come in here!

What's wrong with you?
There's no use being foolhardy.

- Who?
- Shh!

Stop the car!

Hello! What's this?
Who hit you?

I don't know. I think
there were a gang of 'em.

Here, you'd better go
along, get fixed up.

We'll investigate later.

- What time is it?
- Come on. Get in.

I don't see what is -

It's all right now.
They've gone.

Thanks, mister.

That did me a lot of good.

You sure got nerve,
the way you fought back.

That's what we should all do -
fight back.

We can't fight alone,
but we can lick 'em together.

We didn't do so bad, did we?

So long.

Oh, excuse me.

You're the barber,
the one that was in the hospital.

Mr. Jaeckel's often talked about you.
We didn't think you were ever coming back.

Huh?

But the storm troopers,
they'll be looking for ya.

Storm troopers?

You'd better hide.
Wait. I'll get the key to the cellar.

- Is this the man?
- That's him.

Hail Hynkel.

Who's he?

Don't fool with me.
I said, hail Hynkel!

- All right.
- Put out your hands.

Just a moment. We won't put 'em on here.
Bring him outside.

Yes. Come on, you. Come on!

Before we take you down
you'll finish this. Here.

Go on. Paint that.

- Why, you -

- That's him!

- Wait a minute, boys! Wait a minute!

I've got an idea. A bright idea.

- Sure! That's it!

- And... give it the works!
- Heave ho!

Wait a minute! Commander Schultz!

Attention!

First in command.

- Yes, sir.
- What the -

Second in command.

- Yes, sir.
- Oh, never mind.

- You!
- Yes, sir.

What the devil goes on here? And who
told you to hang people from lampposts?

No one, sir.

My orders were to keep
these streets tidy.

- What was the trouble?
- A Jew was attacking storm troopers, sir.

- Where is he?
- There.

Break ranks.

Oh, so there you are.
Stand him up.

Get up.

You!

- Don't you remember me?
- Huh?

The war. You saved my life.

- Me?
- Strange.

And I always thought of you as an Aryan.

- I'm a vegetarian.
- Well, don't you remember?

The enemy tried to capture us,
but we got away in my plane.

Plane?

And then we crashed.

Cra

Oh, yes.

Now I remember.

- Well, how are you?
- What has my friend done?

Our men were painting his windows,
Commander, and he resisted.

Any brave man would resist.

- I'm sorry this occurred.
- Oh. No harm.

I'm sure that in the future
you will not be molested again.

However, if you or your friends are ever
in any trouble, I hope you'll let me know.

Who did that?

Oh. One of my friends.

Oh. Of course.

Hynkel's palace was
the center of a gigantic enterprise...

an enterprise that would build
the world's greatest war machine.

Behind this undertaking was
the dynamic energy of Adenoid Hynkel...

whose amazing genius
ran the entire nation...

whose ceaseless activity kept him
busily occupied every moment of the day.

Hup!

Marshal Herring is waiting,
Your Excellency.

Enough.

Hail Hynkel.

Your Excellency,
I believe we've got something now.

A bulletproof uniform.
Material as light as silk.

Where is it?

I've arranged for a
demonstration in the anteroom.

It will only take two minutes.

I can spare one.

- Professor Herr Kibitzen!
- Hail Hynkel!

Your Excellency,
actions speak louder than words.

- A bulletproof uniform!
- And 100% perfect!

Shoot.

Far from perfect.

Zevell!

- My secretary. Where is she?
- In the outer office, Your Excellency.

- Call her.
- Yes, sir.

Hail Hynkel.

Take a letter.

No! No, no!

- Hello?
- This is Field Marshal Herring.

I'm in the Tower Room.
We've got something marvelous.

All right. I shall be up.

- What is it?
- A parachute.

The most compact in the world.
Worn like an ordinary hat.

It will open in 25 feet.

Demonstrate, Professor.

Hail Hynkel!

Herring, why do you
waste my time like this?

Send Garbitsch here.

- Herr Garbitsch
is waiting, Your Excellency.

Enough.

Hail Hynkel.

Garbitsch, what's the meaning of this,
these appropriations?

25 million for prison
camps when we need every

penny for the manufacturing
of munitions.

- We've had to make a few arrests.
- A few? How many?

Nothing astronomical.
Five or ten thousand.

- Oh.
- A day.

- A day?
- Just a few dissenters, that's all.

- What do they dissent about?
- The working hours. The cut in wages.

Chiefly, the synthetic food -
the quality of the sawdust in the bread.

What more do they want? It's from
the finest lumber our mills can supply.

Nevertheless,
the condition is getting dangerous.

The people are overworked.
They need diversion.

The people? Bah!

We might go a little further with the Jews.
Burn down some of their houses.

Spectacular assault on the ghetto now
might prove diverting.

We must do something more dramatic.
Now is the time to invade Osterlich.

- How soon can we be ready?
- According to Herring, three months.

I can't wait that long. Besides, Napaloni's
army might invade Osterlich before me.

We must strike now.

In that case,
we should require foreign capital.

- Borrow it. Borrow it.
- The bankers have all refused.

But wait. There's one man
who might make us a loan - Epstein.

Epstein? He's a Jew, isn't he?

- Yes.
- Hmm.

Well, let's be big about it.
We'll borrow the money from Epstein.

It might be difficult
in view of our policy towards his people.

Very well then.
We'll change our policy towards his people.

Tell Commander Schultz that in future
all persecution of the Jews must cease...

at least until
we've negotiated this loan.

I don't understand it.

The whole ghetto is so quiet now.

You can't imagine what was going on
while you were away.

Oh, this Hynkel business.

You weren't here.
You were in the hospital, unconscious.

Believe me, you don't appreciate
what a good time you were having.

Well, if things get worse
we can go to Osterlich.

That's still a free country.

Sooner or later we'll have to go.

- Excuse me.
- Anyway...

it's nice to see you back.

It's like the old days again, eh?

- Yes.
- How's business?

Very slow. Very slow.

Trouble is, the men
are all in concentration camps.

You should go in
for fixing up the women.

Nice money
in the beauty parlor business.

You know anything about it?

Huh?

Me? No.

Well, you can learn.

You can practice on Hannah.

Yes!

Of course.
Hannah, get up in that chair.

We are going to make you
look beautiful.

Beautiful? What for?

He's going to practice on you
for a beauty parlor.

You're not gonna put mud
on my face, are you?

Ah, we are going to take some off.

Make me look beautiful?

Sure. We can't make you
look any worse.

Hannah!

Oh, there's Mrs.
Shoemaker for the laundry.

That's all right.
I'll give it to her.

- You sit here and enjoy yourself.
- What?

I know.
I've seen you making eyes.

- Don't pay any attention to Mr. Jaeckel.

- I like your shop since we fixed it up.
- Mm-hmm.

I wish I had a business like this.

There's no future in housework.

Maybe if I save my money
I can have a barbershop someday.

But I can never save.

Money slips through my fingers
like that.

Trouble is, I've always lived up
to every penny I've earned.

Why shouldn't I? You're here today
and gone tomorrow. And then where are you?

- Do you believe in God?
- Well -

I do. But if there wasn't one,
would you live any different?

I wouldn't. Life could be wonderful
if people'd leave you alone.

Things are looking brighter now.

Maybe you're the reason,
saving Commander Schultz's life.

Funny how they've left us alone lately.
Seems too good to be true.

Do you ever daydream?

I do.

That's the only time I'm really happy -
dreaming.

Back.

Sometimes I get so carried away I don't
know what I'm doing. Aren't you like that?

- Do you know we're very much alike?
- Are we?

Yeah. We're both absentminded.

- You think so?
- Yes.

- I like absentminded people.
- Mm-hmm.

Do you know the story about the man
that put his watch in boiling water...

and held the egg in his hand?

- No!

Very good.

They say all great men
are absentminded.

- It's a sign they're smart.

My folks didn't think so.

Of course there's an excuse for you.
You were injured in the war.

- I was born that way.

Wonder why women
never grow whiskers.

Hmm? What?

I s -

What

- Oh, my!
- Isn't that foolish of me!

I could kick myself in the shins, I could.

I'll give you a shampoo.

That's good.

Voilà.

Gee.

Ain't I cute!

How'd you do it?

- You should try it on yourself.
- Huh?

If you were fixed up,
you'd look handsome.

- Yes?
- Yes!

No.

Four pecks a pound! New potatoes!

There's the potato man.
I have to go.

Potatoes!

One, please!

- Take it easy there.

Well, did you hurt yourself?

- Careful next time.
- Here's another one.

How do you do?

Something's happened. I know it.
The storm troopers, they helped me up.

Wouldn't it be wonderful
if they stopped hating us...

if they'd leave us alone and let us
go about our business like we used to.

Wouldn't it be wonderful if we didn't
have to leave and go to another country?

I don't want to go away.
With all the

hardship and the
persecution, I 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?

- Period.

Danke schoen.

Ah.

Nothing works! Not a decent pen!
Not even a sharp pencil!

I'm surrounded by nothing but incompetent,
stupid, sterile stenographers!

- I'll get you a pen.
- Don't bother.

I won't send it.

Get out! Get out! Get out!

We've just discovered the most wonderful,
the most marvelous poison gas!

It will kill everybody!

- All right, later, later, later.

B-76 to see Herr Herring.

- Who's that?
- A lady.

- My secret agent.
- Hmm.

Your secret agent.
Tell her to come here.

Have B-76 come right in.

Hail Hynkel.

Oh, Garbitsch, what do
you hear from Epstein?

Most encouraging.

Our agent reports that all
the board of directors

are Aryans, so the loan
is bound to go through.

- Good.
- Hail Hynkel.

Come here.

Well?

The men are planning a
strike at the arms factory.

- Who's the leader?
- There were five of them.

- Have them shot.
- They were, Your Excellency.

Oh. Hmm.

- How many do you say were going on strike?
- The whole factory - 3,000 of them.

Have them all shot. I don't want
any of my workers dissatisfied.

But, Your Excellency,
these men are skilled craftsmen.

Why not let them work till
they can train others, then shoot them?

We cannot afford to be lenient!

The whole rhythm of production
will be affected if you shoot them now.

"Rhythm of production."
All right, have your rhythms.

You may instruct your
operatives to spare the

strikers and permit them
to return to work...

but to mark them
for future reference.

That is my department.
I'll attend to that.

This way, madam.

Strange. These strike leaders - they're
all brunettes. Not a blonde amongst them.

Brunettes are troublemakers.
They're worse than the Jews.

Then wipe them out.

Doucement. Not so fast.

We get rid of the Jews first.
Then concentrate on the brunettes.

We shall never have peace
until we have a pure Aryan race.

How wonderful.

Tomainia, a nation
of blue-eyed blondes.

Why not a blonde Europe,
a blonde Asia, a blonde America?

- A blonde world.
- And a brunette dictator.

Dictator of the world.

Why not?

Aut Caesar aut nulles.

The world is effete, worn-out, afraid.

No nation would dare to oppose you.

- Dictator of the world!
- It's your destiny.

We'll kill off the Jews,
wipe out the brunettes.

Then will come forth our dream -
a pure Aryan race.

- Beautiful blonde Aryans.
- They will love you. They will adore you.

- They will worship you as a god!
- No, no! You mustn't say it!

You make me afraid of myself.

Yes, dictator of the world.

We'll start
with the invasion of Osterlich.

After that we won't have to fight.
We can bluff.

Nation after nation will capitulate.

Within two years
the world will be under your thumb!

Leave me. I want to be alone.

Aut Caesar aut nulles.

Emperor of the world!

My world.

This is the Happy Hour program.

Make your work a pleasure.
Move with the rhythm of music.

Our next selection:
Brahms' "Hungarian Dance No. 5."

Fifteen cents, please.

The Happy Hour program now signing off.

At 6:00 all stations will carry
Adenoid Hynkel's address...

to the sons and daughters
of the Double Cross.

Seems like the old days again,
don't it?

I wonder how long
they are going to last.

Don't you read the papers?

It is rumored that Hynkel is going to
give the Jewish people back their rights.

Hmm. Maybe.

What do you want?

Business is much better.
Nobody interferes with us anymore.

Now don't that make you feel good?

No, sir.

The trouble, Mr. Jaeckel,
is, you're so used

to bad times you're
unhappy without them.

Mary? Mary! Get my Sunday shoes.

- You'll find them on the window sill.
- All right.

I can't find the shawl.

Don't bother.
I've got the shawl.

- What's going on upstairs?
- It's Hannah.

They're dressing her up
to go out this evening.

- Is that so?
- She's got a beau.

- Who is it?
- The barber.

Now turn around.

Oh, my dear, those hands.

- What's the matter with them?
- Those calluses - they're so rough.

- Maybe I'd better not go.
- Don't be foolish.

He knows you do housework.

Wait a minute. I'll get a pair
of mittens from Mrs. Morris.

- Mrs. Morris?
- Yes, Mrs. Jaeckel? Come in!

Aggie.

- Yeah?
- See if he's ready yet.

All right.

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 us the money.

Mmm.

Epstein refuses, huh?

Send for Schultz!

Commander Schultz.

Epstein refuses!

That contemptible Epstein!
What did he say?

He complained
of the persecution of his people...

and said under no circumstances would he
have any dealings with a medieval maniac.

He'll deal with a medieval maniac
more than he thinks!

First I shall deal with "his people."

- Your Excellency?

Schultz, call out the storm troopers.

We're going to stage a little
medieval entertainment in the ghetto.

At such a time, Your Excellency,
I think it's ill-advised.

What?

Demonstrations of this kind
are demoralizing the whole country.

Indeed.

And since when have you been
so concerned about the ghetto?

I speak in the interests of our party
and for the cause of humanity.

Schultz.

You need a vacation.

Fresh air.

A little outdoor exercise.

I shall send you
to a concentration camp.

Guards!

Place Commander Schultz under arrest.

Very well,
but remember my words.

Your cause is doomed to
failure because it's built on

the stupid, ruthless persecution
of innocent people.

Your policy is worse than a crime.

It's a tragic blunder.

Traitor! Traitor!

You're nothing
but a double-dyed democrat!

Schultz, why have you forsaken me?

Excellency, here are the notes
for your speech.

Thank you.

I'll not need them.

What I say tonight will
not be directed to the

sons and daughters of
the Double Cross...

but to the children of Israel.

- Ah. Good evening.
- Good evening.

Good night.

Good night.

Do you know, that Hynkel
isn't such a bad fella after all.

Most amusing.

Here you are.
Get a Hynkel button. Get a Hynkel button.

A fine photo of the Phooey
on each and every button.

- Two? Here you are, young man.

... the double-crossin'!

But the Juden! The Juden!

...und the ghetto...

The ghetto -

- We'd better go home.
- Yeah.

Come on, let's hurry.

Wait a minute. No!

the Juden. The Juden -

The Juden! The Juden!

- Hey.

-
- What's that?

- Turn off the radio!

Listen!

The Aryan, the Aryan

- It's the storm troopers!

- No, no!

The Ary-Ary-Ary-Ary-Aryan

- Oh, come on! Get in!

- Come on! Come on! Get in!

- Bar that door!
- Get some water!

Mr. Jaeckel.
Mr. Jaeckel, Mr. Jaeckel, Mr. Jaeckel!

- Oh, my dear!

What is it, dear?

Mother, get the women and children up here.
Lock all the doors.

Here. You men, stay right here.

We've got to make a stand.

We might as well die
as to go on living like this.

The Ary-Ary-Ary-Ary-Aryan

Wait a minute!
We have a social call to make here!

Oh!

It's Hynkel!

Wait a minute!

What do you think you're doing?

Commander Schultz gave strict orders
not to molest anyone in this court.

These Jews were attacking storm troopers.

I don't care what they were doing.
The orders were to keep out of here.

- Oh!

There! You saw that for yourself!

I can't help it.
Those are Commander Schultz's orders.

Come on. Let's get going.

Come on.

Aryan

Aryan

The Ary-Ary-Ary-Ary-Aryan

Orders or no orders,
I'm gonna get that girl.

Out.

Aww.

Extry! Paper!

- Schultz arrested! Paper!
- Did you hear that?

- He's arrested Commander Schultz.
- What?

Commander Schultz
has been arrested!

- Troopers!
- Listen.

A Jew corrupted our commander!

Let's kill the lot of them!

Commander Schultz
is under arrest, accused of treason!

And you know why. Schultz was a friend
of the ghetto, a friend of that barber!

Let's get the barber!
We want the barber!

We want the barber!

It's the storm troopers!
They're after you!

We want the barber!

- You better get up on the roof.
- No. I'll stay here.

Come on! They'll kill you!

- No, I'll stay and fight!
- Don't be a fool!

Do you want to be murdered?
Get on to the roof. Quick!

- Come on! Come on!
- Agar, get inside.

We want the barber!
We want the barber!

We want the barber!

All right, here we are!
Smash in the door! Come on!

Come on, boys!

Come on, boys!
We'll give the barber a haircut!

All right, where are the bombs?

Come on. This way!

Let 'er go!

Aryan, the Ary-Ary-Ary-Ary-Aryan

There goes the barbershop.

Never mind. We can start again.

We can go to Osterlich.
That's still a free country.

Mr. Jaeckel says it's beautiful there.

Wonderful green fields,
and they grow apples and grapes.

Mr. Jaeckel's brother's got a vineyard
in Osterlich.

And when Mr. Jaeckel goes there,
he 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.

We can buy a chicken farm.

There's nice money
to be made in chickens.

Look at that star.

Isn't it beautiful?

One thing - Hynkel with all his power
can never touch that.

It's all right now.
The coast is clear. Listen.

Commander Schultz escaped.
He's hiding in my cellar.

What?

He's holding a meeting at midnight
and he wants you to be there.

Hannah, you too come down...

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 Commander 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 Commander Schultz is such
a good talker, he has them all hypnotized.

I knew he was up to some mischief.

Sure, he is!

I came in the kitchen this evening...

and found him putting a coin
in one of your puddings.

Putting a coin in one of the puddings?

But 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 out this plan,
one of us must die.

In ancient times,
the Aryan tribe of 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 that coin must give up his
life for the liberation of his people.

But he will join the long line
of history's noble martyrs...

and will rid his country of a tyrant.

Ooh!

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 done by somebody like us.

I can't see it like that.

Gentlemen, if this is a question of
my honor, it's very embarrassing.

Commander Schultz,
I apologize for my friend.

And 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

Oh, what am I saying?

Gentlemen, we have pledged our honor.

Proceed.

Gentlemen, the coin is here.

What's the meaning of all this?

Somebody made a fool of us.

- You're quite right. I did.
- What?

I put a coin in every pudding.

Mr. Jaeckel!

Blowing up palaces and wanting to kill
people. We're in enough trouble as it is.

Hannah's right.
We've all been foolish.

Our place is at home,
looking after our own affairs.

Good night.

What's this?

Good night.

Good morning.

By the papers they are saying Commander
Schultz may be hiding in the ghetto.

Here it is. Read it for yourself.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Hannah, here. Read that.

"Mystery still surrounds
the disappearance..."

of ex-Commander Schultz.

At police headquarters it was believed that
the commander may be hiding in the ghetto.

A certain Jewish barber,
reported to be a friend of Schultz...

"is also wanted for questioning."

Me?

Well, if it's just for questioning,
it can't be serious.

Meyerberg was only wanted for questioning,
and we never heard of him since.

- Shh!

- Who is it?
- It's me - Mr. Mann.

Hello, Jaeckel. How are you, Mr. Agar?

- How are you, Mrs. Jaeckel?
- How do you do?

Did you hear
what they're saying in the papers...

about Commander Schultz
hiding in the ghetto?

Oh, I know, I know.

Well, don't you think that it's serious for
you if they find him here in the house?

Shh!

Don't you realize
there are spies everywhere?

Spies?

What's the matter with him?

Didn't you read
he's wanted for questioning?

Oy.

Where's the commander?

He's in the next room.

Let me tell you.

If Commander Schultz is found
in this house...

we'll all go to the
concentration camp for

life and get our heads
cut off in the bargain.

Am I giving you an argument?

Then get rid of him.

You can't throw him out.

Of course not.

But I should like to know,
how long is he going to stay here?

That's all.

Come. Your breakfast is on the table.

- Mr. Mann?
- Thank you.

I have breakfast waiting at home.

Take the other side of the street
and search every house.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- What's wrong now?
- They're looking for Commander Schultz.

Commander Schultz?

He's supposed to be hiding
in one of those houses.

Oh, they're always looking
for somebody.

- Who is it?
- It's me. Let me in!

- For heaven's sake, hurry up!
- Open the door.

- They're coming this way.
- What?

The storm troopers are searching
every house.

Quick! Tell the commander.

Oh!

- Did you tell him?
- Yes.

What is it?

The storm troopers, they're
going to search the house.

What?

You'd better get up on the roof.
Quick! Both of you!

Wait a minute!

We can't leave all
these things about.

That's right. All of
you, pack my valises.

You pack this valise.

- Clear this shelf. Quickly.
- Oh, yes.

Pack this and this.

Oh, this mustn't be found here.
Open the door.

Listen! They are here!
Get up on the roof. Quick!

- I'll take this.
- Be sure they don't leave anything behind.

- My golf clubs.
- The hatbox!

- Here. Take this.
- Come on! Let's hurry!

- Where are you going?
- I'm going with him.

You stay here. You'll see him later.
Here. Take this.

- I'll meet you on the roof tonight.
- All right.

Oh, take this.

- Come on. Quick! Come on.

- Open in the name of Hynkel!

- Stop!
- Huh?

- Look where you are.
- Look where?

Look where you are.

Wait, I can't - I can't see.
Wait a moment.

- My bag! You've dropped it!
- No, it's right here. Here it is.

Oh.

Don't drop the other one!
Don't drop the other one!

My golf clubs! Not my golf clubs!

Come off of there. They'll see you.

-
- Quick! This way!

- Whoa! Steady!
- Mm-hmm.

Now be careful.

Yes, sir.

You were lucky
you didn't break your neck.

Yes, sir.

You'll pardon me.

Sorry.

You guard the back -
Wait a minute.

I'm sorry.
I shall have to bother you again.

There he is!

Well, good morning. How are you?

Oh, so-so.

Commander Schultz, who's your friend?

Remember, your silence
will be appreciated.

- Yes, sir.
- Take him down to the wagon.

Come on.

- Hey! Where you going?
- To the smoking room.

Osterlich.

Ja.

Gentlemen, I am pleased to announce...

that we are at last
ready to march on Osterlich.

This was made possible
by the enterprise and genius...

of Field Marshal Herring...

upon whom I shall now pin
a token of my regard.

Der Wiener schnitzel -

...da genius.

Turn around. No. Ah, yes.

Gentlemen...

to Field Marshal Herring.

To the invasion of Osterlich.

Elephant.

Hello? Yes. Yes.

Wait.

Napaloni's mobilized his army
on the Osterlich front.

What?

Already 60,000 men are on the border.

He's going to take Osterlich!

I can't believe it.

You can't believe it?

- But, Your Excellency, I -

- You let him steal a march on us!
- No, I -

You can't believe it?

- I did everything that was -

- I had the ground covered.

Haven't you any brains?

... "pinheaden"...

No! No, no, no, no, no!

No, no, no, no, no!

No, no - No!

- Declare war on Napaloni!
- Napaloni?

Yes, Napaloni! Listen, you blockhead!
Mobilize

every division of the
army and the air force.

- Proceed to Bacteria and attack at once!
- But war will be the end of us.

- Do as I tell you.
- Madness.

- Shut up!
- Very well. Will you sign this?

- Yes, I'll - What is it?
- A declaration of war.

I'll sign it. A pen.

I'll sign it.

A pen!

I'll sign it! Napaloni.

Der grosser peanut!
Der cheesy ravioli!

- There!

Hello?

- It's Napaloni.
- Wait a minute.

Napaloni?

- You talk to him.
- What shall I say?

Be nice, affable, pleasant.

Hello?

Well, well, well. How are you?

Fine.

No, he hasn't been playing
very much lately.

You went around in '92? Really?

You want to speak to His Excellency?

Just now he's a little hoarse.

Hmm. No, no. I mean he can't talk.

May I take a message?

He says no doubt you've
heard of the movement

of his troops on the
Osterlich front...

and he'd like to discuss
the matter with you.

Ask him to come here.

His Excellency would be delighted
to invite you to Tomainia...

where you could discuss the matter.

Very well.
I'll make the necessary arrangements.

Good-bye, Your Excellency.

He's coming.

Good. We'll give him the works.

We'll put on the greatest military show
the world has ever known!

Convinced of my strength, Napaloni will
leave the invasion of Osterlich to me.

What shall I do with this?

- What is it?
- Your declaration of war.

Peace is declared.

2,975,000 eager citizens
are massed in the station square...

awaiting the arrival
of Benzine Napaloni.

Entering the station is our beloved Phooey,
ready to greet his distinguished guest.

This historic meeting
will cement a friendship...

that has long existed between our Phooey
and the dictator of Bacteria.

Order... arms!

His Excellency is about to greet
the Bacterian ambassador.

- How do you do?
- Thank you, sir.

Garbitsch.

See about the photography.

When Their Excellencies meet...

tell the press to see that our Phooey
is well-photographed.

- Full face, not the back of his head.
- Yes, sir.

Benzino Napaloni's private train
is now coming into the station.

- - And from a pink and white car...

Napaloni and his wife will
step onto a crimson carpet...

Present arms!

Where Adenoid Hynkel will deliver
his address of welcome.

What's the matter with this stupid -

Hey! What's all of this-a mix-up-a?

Come on. They've gone too far.

At ease! Bring along the carpet.

Papa, why can't we get out here?

- There is no carpet.
- Who cares about a carpet?

Il Dig-a-Ditchy, me - Napaloni.
I never get out without a carpet.

Hmm, hmm

Come on.
Lay it down here. Quick.

- Hurry up!
- It's going back again!

What?

What do you do? You salami?

Let's get out!
Let's get out while it's stopping!

Shut up!

Hurry. Quick. Put it down.

Take it away. Take it away.

Stay here. Stay here
until they've made up their mind.

You got-a the carpet?
Well, put 'em-a down!

Hmm. Oh, come on, come on.

- Here he is.
- Ah!

- My friend!
- Napaloni!

- This is indeed a pleasure.
- Thank you.

Welcome to Tomainia. This way.

Pictures, Your Excellencies?

Oh, sure. Salute!

Another one, please.

Ah, this is really a pleasure
to be here, my friend Hynkel.

Oh, you want another picture?
Just a moment.

There.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey!
- My bambino!

- All right. It's all right-a, Mama.
- Get rid of those men.

- Where is my ambassador?
- Dismissed.

- There you are. Hello, Spook.
- Your Excellency.

How do you feel?
Good! Look after Mama.

Oh, Hynkie, did you meet-a my wife?

- Your wife?
- That's her.

- I -
- Let's go.

Tomainia! Very nice. Very nice.

Present... arms!

Napaloni! Napaloni!

Clock is a-two minutes-a slow.

This way.

Napaloni! Napaloni!

Napaloni!

- It's-a very nice-a people.
- Hmm?

- I say, the people are very nice.
- Oh, yes. Thank you.

- He is my husband!
- Keep back!

- You make a mistake!
- Let me go!

- You make a big-a mistake-a!
- Get back!

Please!

At all costs, Napaloni shall not
invade Osterlich.

That country belongs to me.

At this meeting we shall not
discuss the Osterlich situation.

This interview is solely to impress
upon him the force of your personality.

- Hmm.
- To make him feel your superiority.

Heh.

This man Napaloni
is aggressive, domineering.

Before we make our demands,
we must put him in his place.

- Precisely. But how?
- By means of applied psychology.

In other words,
by making him feel inferior.

This can be done in many subtle ways.

For instance, at this interview,
I have so arranged...

that he will always be
looking up at you...

you looking down at him.

At all times his position
will be inferior.

Mmm. Excellent.

Then again, we shall seat him here
beside your bust...

so that if you relax,
that will always be glaring at him.

And? Oh.

Where is he now?

Resting.
When he arrives, I have arranged...

that he shall enter
from the far end of the room.

Another psychological triumph.

He will have the embarrassment of walking
the entire length of the floor toward you.

Very good.

- Yes?

His Excellency
Signor Napaloni is now leaving his room.

He's coming! He's coming!
Quick, get me a flower. A flower.

Remember, at all times you must be
above him, before him.

Entering or leaving,
you must be first.

Hello, Hynkie!

Wie Gootz! Wie geht's!

How-a you feel?

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Ah, my brother dictator!

You are a nice little man, a-Hynkie!

I'm so glad to see you again.

And my friend the Garbitsch!
Hello!

Ah, this is a lovely place.

I feel-a fine.
I just had a nice-a cold shower.

And that bathtub - as soon as you get the
plumbing fixed, it'll be in-a good-a shape.

Your Excellency, won't you sit down.

Oh, shoot, shoot.

Well-a, Hynkie, my dictator friend, you -

I must be-a growing.

Not sure why they gave me
a baby stool.

This-a stool is not for me.
I like it-a better up-a-stairs here.

You know-a something, Garbitsch?
This is a lovely country.

Very nice-a people.

I thought the public extremely enthusiastic
on your arrival.

Sure. They like to see new faces.

I'm sorry for the mishap that occurred
to Madam Napaloni at the rail road station.

What's that? What's that?

I'm sorry for the Napaloni
that occurred at the - at the rail -

Madam Napaloni at the railway station.

Oh, she's not used to public life.
She can't take it.

Match.

Oh - I'm sorry. I'm -

No, that's all right.
Don't apologize. I find-a one.

I am simply crazy about this a-palace.

Ivory and gold -
that makes a lovely combination.

Gets away from that gingerbread idea.
Say, tell me something-a, Garbitsch.

What's on the program?

- There's the grand ball this evening.
- Grand ball?

The grand ball. And this afternoon,
a review of the army.

Review of the army?
Well, that won't take-a long.

- I'm afraid it will.
- Oh? So you got a big army, huh?

Modesty forbids.

Yes, seems I've heard
something about it.

If I'm gonna review the army,
I think I'll get me a shave.

- We have a barbershop in the palace.
- Is that so?

Hynkie, you look a little blue
under the gills.

- What do you say we take a shave together?
- I should be delighted.

- Good!
- Very well. This way.

Ah, this is the barbershop.
I can-a smell 'em.

Ah, now this is-a sweet -
a-very sweet.

Do you like it? It was
the emperor's library.

Makes a good a-barbershop.

Too old fashioned. I
want something modern.

Is that so?

You see, when I get shaved, I'm very
nervous. I like something to look at.

So I'm putting in glass
walls and ceiling...

so that when my head is turned this way,
I shall have a view of the mountains.

Ah.

And when it's tipped this way, I shall
have a view through the glass ceiling.

- What's above-a the ceiling?
- The ballroom.

Then in my summer palace
I have a barbershop.

- Is that so?
- Mm-hmm.

Yes.

That also has glass walls.

You don't tell me.

Oh, yes.
With goldfish swimming inside.

Wait a minute.
Goldfish swimming inside-a the walls?

- Mm-hmm.
- How do you feed 'em?

You can't. They're all dead.
That's why I'm building a new barbershop.

Oh.

- Very interesting. Very interesting.
- Yes? Do you like it?

This is the Hynkel Stadium.

Before a half million
spectators, the greatest

display of arms the
world has ever known...

marches by in review.

Our beloved Phooey
and Il Dig-a-Ditchy are seated...

in the reviewing stand,
thrilled by this historic event.

What?

Nothing. I'm just chewing.

- Ah, yes.
- Would you care for some peanuts?

- Thank you. I've had some.
- Oh. Good shape. Here you are, Spook.

Now passing -
Tomainia's heavy artillery.

It's all right.

I want to show you my new
bombing planes. I just

called up a half hour
ago to start 'em over.

- Where are they coming from?
- Aroma.

Aroma? That's 400 miles away.

That's right. They should be here now.
I don't know what's detaining them.

Now passing -
Tomainia's light artillery.

Hmm. That's very light.

And here come the armored tanks...

- the pride of Tomainia's army.

The latest design,
the last word in modern warfare.

Wait a minute.
Where's the propellers?

- Propellers?
- Sure. For going under the water.

- Tanks that go under the water?
- Submarine work!

You never heard of
aero-marine tanks that go

under the water and
then fly up-a-stairs?

What's that?

Tanks that go under the
water and fly in the air.

Oh, yes. Those are obsolete now.

We're concentrating
on flying dreadnoughts.

Flying dreadnoughts. Mmm.

- What's that?
- My planes!

Now passing -
Hynkel's flying division number 34.

Our planes!

You're right. They're yours.

Ah, Garbitsch.

The invasion of Osterlich.

It's all so simple. Our troops, tanks
and guns will be hidden along the border.

To disarm suspicion, you will go hunting -
duck shooting or something.

At the appointed time, you will show up
at the village of Pretzelberg...

meet the army, step into an automobile
and cross over into Osterlich.

Herring and I will be waiting
at the capital to receive you.

First, Napaloni must remove
his troops from the border.

That question will be decided tonight.

Where is Napaloni?

I'll see if I can find him.
In the meantime...

it might be advisable for you
to dance with Madam Napaloni.

Huh?

It'll carry weight.

You mean I will carry weight.

You find him. Let me know at once.

- Madam Napaloni.
- Your Excellency.

Why so triste?

'Cause I no speak-a.

No? May I have the pleasure
of this dance?

Oh, yes.

Allow me.

Madam, your dancing was superb.

Excellent.

Very good.

Good.

- Ah, my dear Adenoid!
- Benzine!

I've been-a looking for you all evening.
What do you say we have a sandwich...

go to some quiet little place where we can
sit down and talk-a things over, huh?

As you wish.

An excellent idea!
Gentlemen, to the buffet.

Of course. This way.

- Oh!

- There's an old Tomainian proverb.
- Mmm?

That's very funny! I wish I understand it.

Now, about the border situation.

- Ah, yes, yes. No problem.
- Oh, it should be no trouble at all.

- Shh, shh.
- Not at all.

- What's the matter?
- Wait.

Out!

You two, out!

Out.

- Out?
- Out.

- Out?
- Mm-hmm.

Out.

- As I was saying,
about the border question.

Ah, yes, yes, yes.

Just a matter of detail.
Mere formalities.

Strawberries.

Pardon me.
Have you English mustard?

- English mustard, Your Excellency.
- That's the hot-a stuff?

- Very hot.
- Ah, good shape, good shape.

- Cream.
- Cream, Your Excellency.

Now, Hynkie, as far as I'm concerned,
I'm gonna make this very simple.

This is the treaty -
You agree not to invade Osterlich...

I agree not to invade Osterlich.

We sign-a the treaty,
then I remove-a my troops from the border.

Good. In other words, when your troops
are off the border, I sign.

- That's-a right.
- Very good.

Oh, just a minute.
You don't understand.

First we sign-a the treaty,
then I remove-a the troops.

Precisely. I sign when your troops
are off the border.

Just a minute.
Hey, Spook, treaty.

Hold-a this.

Now, look.

You a-sign this-a treaty a-first...

then I remove-a the troops after.

Well, what are
we arguing about?

You just said I remove-a
the troops a-first.

You don't expect me to sign
while your troops are there on the border?

You don't expect me to remove-a
the troops until you sign?

- Why not?
- Why should I?

Why shouldn't you?
Osterlich is a free country.

So?

Your soldiers are there,
on the Osterlich border!

And they'll stay there
until you sign this-a treaty!

You'll take them off,
or I'll blow them off!

Mmm!

- Gentlemen, this won't get us anywhere.

Your Excellency, to quote
an old Latin phrase -

He's a-right! Speak-a to him!

Strawberries.

Where's my-a sandwich?
Well, give me another one!

- Can't we sit down and discuss this -
- I'm a guest-a here.

Nobody talk to me in my own-a joint
like that!

Can't we sit down and discuss this thing
without passion?

I am not-a passionate.
I am-a just, that's all.

I want him to sign-a the treaty.
I'll remove the troops.

Can't you understand?
What would my people think...

signing such a treaty when your soldiers
are there on the Osterlich border?

I will not-a move a-soldiers
until you-a sign!

Not until you clear that border
will I sign anything.

- Then my soldiers remain!
- Then I kick them off!

One move-a from you,
Hynkie, and my artillery

take-a like this and
blow you to pieces!

Yes, and my aeroplanes will bomb
your artillery like that!

You want to start a world-a war?
I'll get you one!

You and the world!
I'll throw in the ocean!

- Mmm!
- Gentlemen, please!

I'm-a coming home!
I cannot talk to this ignoramus!

Strawberries!

Your Excellency,
we have a very important position...

- that I must urge upon you.

- I know what you must -

If you would -

- What's wrong?

I don't give a hoopy!
I got-a my guns here in the pass!

If he start-a something,
I'll blow him to "passes!"

Excellency, what's the matter?
What ails you? What has -

- Your Excellency, this isn't like you.
- Hey! What is the matter?

- Hey, Garbitsch, come here!

What is the matter with-a Hynkie?

He's put mustard on his strawberries.

Mustard -
What else-a can you expect from Hynkie?

Il Dig-a-Ditchy!

- What? What's the matter? What?

- My little bambino!

The Bacterian - ...Tomainia -

You cannot treat-a
the Bacterian people this way!

I'll take the Bacterian people
and I'll tear them apart like this!

- Excellency, please!
- Look! Look what he's-a doing!

- It's an insult to my people!

Look, he's-a pulling spaghetti!
The spaghetti!

He either sign-a the treaty,
or we have a war!

- Ooh!
- Listen! Listen!

Give me a-something! Quick!
Give me a-something! I want to -

But it's all right. I
have an appointment.

What's this?

I'm from the international press.
How's the conference progressing?

Very successfully. How did you get in?
Excuse me, will you?

- How did this man get in here?

You know the regulations
of the palace in

regard to reporters. Go
down to Captain Block.

Tell him not to allow anyone else to enter
the palace under any circumstances tonight.

- You understand?
- Yes, sir.

Of course, there are minor details
to be cleaned up, things that you must -

Excuse me. We're very busy.

- Oh!
- Gentlemen, please!

The press are outside. The whole world
will know that we're fighting.

- So what?
- Can't we come to some agreement?

- Not until he-a signs!
- I sign nothing!

Your Excellency,
I must speak to you alone.

- Do you mind?
- Mind? I don't a-mind!

- What is it?
- Sign. Sign.

Why should he have the advantage?

What does it matter,
a mere scrap of paper?

The moment you sign,
he'll take his troops off the border.

We can move in without losing a man.

I'll sign.

What? Hold-a this!

Ah, my little Hynkie!

My-a dictator brother!
I knew we have-a no trouble!

Two prisoners escaped
in officers' uniforms!

Officers tied up
in the guard room!

Sound the alarm!
Two prisoners escaped! Come on!

The planes are searching for us.

Let's make for the woods.

No. We must keep in the open.
The border's that way.

The invasion of Osterlich.

Now... or never.

Ducks!

Did you hear that?

Came from over there. Come on.

Da Blitzen!

Cheese and crackers!

...da Blitzen!

A yodeler, huh?
Where'd you get that outfit?

- What?
- Don't answer back!

Where's your partner? Where's Schultz?
You won't talk, huh?

- He'll talk when he gets into camp!
- Come on!

There it is -
the village of Pretzelberg.

Pretzelberg.

If we can pass through there,
we're safe across the Osterlich border.

- Couldn't we go through the woods?
- Of course not.

The woods are swarming with soldiers.
They'd suspect us at once.

We must face the music. If you see
anyone, don't look right or left.

We must bluff our way through.
Remember, you're a storm trooper.

Here they come.

Can you see what they're doing?

- They're looking this way.
- Well, pay no attention. Keep going.

They're beginning to follow us.
Shall we run?

Certainly not.

- Just a little bit?
- Keep walking.

We could walk a little faster.

Hmm? Make up your mind.

Perhaps we'd better slow down.
- No, no. Keep going.

- There's no hurry.
- Come on.

- What is it?
- He's here!

What? Bugler! Sound assembly!

Company! Attention!

Present... arms!

You don't want to change
your mind and turn back?

No, keep going. Keep going.

- Hail Hynkel.
- Order... arms!

Your Excellency will be pleased to know
that everything is under control.

- Good.
- Good.

I have been in continued communication
with Marshal Herring in Osterlich, sir.

The route ahead of us is well-guarded.

And at the back of us are 200 tanks,
50 armored cars and 500 machine guns.

- Is that -
- Good.

- Good.
- Are we ready to start?

- Yes.
- Yes.

Gentlemen.

Schultz, I'm certainly happy
to see you with us again.

Thank you.

- Where are we going?
- You're invading Osterlich.

Mr. Jaeckel! Mr. Jaeckel!

- Hannah!
- Mr. Jaeckel, look, they're coming!

Present... arms!

Hail Hynkel!

Hail Hynkel!

Present... arms!

Your Excellency,
the world awaits your word.

What's happened to him?
He looks strange.

And what's Schultz doing here?

Pardoned, I suppose.

Here.

His Excellency, Herr Garbitsch...

Secretary of the Interior,
Minister of Propaganda.

"Corona veniet delectis."

"Victory shall come to the worthy."

Today, democracy, liberty and equality
are words to fool the people.

No nation can progress
with such ideas.

They stand in the way of action.

Therefore, we frankly abolish them.

In the future, each
man will serve the

interest of the state
with absolute obedience.

Let him who refuses beware.

The rights of citizenship will be taken
away from all Jews and other non-Aryans.

They are inferior,
and therefore enemies of the state.

It is the duty of all true Aryans
to hate and despise them.

Henceforth, this nation is annexed
to the Tomainian Empire...

and the people of this
nation will obey the

laws bestowed upon us
by our great leader...

the dictator of Tomainia,
the conqueror of Osterlich...

the future emperor of the world.

You must speak.

I can't.

You must. It's our only hope.

Hope.

I'm sorry...

but I don't want to be an emperor.

That's not my business.

I don't want to rule or conquer anyone.

I should like to help everyone,
if possible -

Jew, gentile, black man, white.

We all want to help one another.
Human beings are like that.

We want to live by each other's happiness,
not by each other's misery.

We don't want to hate and despise
one another.

In this world, there's room for everyone,
and the good earth is rich...

and can provide for everyone.

The way of life can be free and beautiful.

But we have lost the way.

Greed has poisoned men's souls...

has barricaded the world with hate...

has goose-stepped us
into misery and bloodshed.

We have developed speed,
but we have shut ourselves in.

Machinery that gives abundance
has left us in want.

Our knowledge has made us cynical,
our cleverness hard and unkind.

We think too much and feel too little.

More than machinery,
we need humanity.

More than cleverness,
we need kindness and gentleness.

Without these qualities, life will
be violent, and all will be lost.

The aeroplane and the radio
have brought us closer together.

These very nature of these inventions
cries out for the goodness in men...

cries out for universal brotherhood,
for the unity of us all.

Even now, my voice is reaching
millions throughout the world...

millions of despairing men,
women and little children...

victims of a system that makes men torture
and imprison innocent people.

To those who can hear me I say,
do not despair.

The misery that is now upon us
is but the passing of greed...

the bitterness of men who fear
the way of human progress.

The hate of men will pass,
and dictators die...

and the power they took from the people
will return to the people.

And so long as men die,
liberty will never perish.

Soldiers,
don't give yourselves to brutes...

men who despise you, enslave you,
who regiment your lives...

tell you what to do,
what to think and what to feel...

who drill you, diet you, treat you
like cattle, use you as cannon fodder!

Don't give yourselves
to these unnatural men -

machine men with machine minds
and machine hearts!

You are not machines!
You are not cattle! You are men!

You have the love of humanity
in your hearts.

You don't hate.
Only the unloved hate.

The unloved and the unnatural.

Soldiers, don't fight for slavery,
fight for liberty!

In the 17th chapter of Saint Luke
it is written...

"The kingdom of God is within man."

Not one man nor a group of men,
but in all men - in you!

You the people have the power -

the power to create machines,
the power to create happiness!

You the people have the power
to make this life free and beautiful...

to make this life a wonderful adventure.

Then, in the name of democracy,
let us use that power!

Let us all unite!

Let us fight for a new world,
a decent world...

that will give men a chance to work...

that will give youth a future
and old age a security.

By the promise of these things,
brutes have risen to power.

But they lie. They do not fulfill
that promise. They never will!

Dictators free themselves,
but they enslave the people.

Now let us fight to fulfill that promise!

Let us fight to free the world...

to do away with national barriers,
to do away with greed...

with hate and intolerance.

Let us fight for a world of reason,
a world where science and progress...

will lead to all men's happiness.

Soldiers, in the name of democracy,
let us all unite!

Hannah...

can you hear me?

Wherever you are, look up, Hannah.

The clouds are lifting.

The sun is breaking through.

We are coming out of the darkness
and into the light.

We are coming into a new world,
a kindlier world...

where men will rise above their hate...

their greed and brutality.

Look up, Hannah.

The soul of man has been given wings...

and at last he is beginning to fly.

He is flying into the rainbow...

into the light of hope,
into the future -

the glorious future...

that belongs to you, to me...

and to all of us.

Look up, Hannah. Look up.

Hannah, did you hear that?

Listen.