The Great Dictator Page #2

You're better off

than a lot of people.

What about the barber?

Still in hospital.

He's been there since the war.

Why not rent

his barbershop for him?

He won't let me. Every few weeks

he writes to say he's coming back.

A pity it should be idle

all these years.

Why worry?

The government

will soon take it from him.

Perhaps you're right.

Not such a good morning after all.

Now you said it.

Hannah.

On the mantelpiece is my tobacco

pouch. Will you get it?

Everyone is full of troubles.

Yeah, 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 her rent.

What can I do?

I can't throw her out.

You need some more.

- Where are you going?

- Mrs. Shoemaker's laundry.

You'd better take the key.

Mrs. Jaeckel and I are going out.

I'm locking up

in case the storm troopers

start their monkey business again.

Aryan! We're Aryans!

And we go marching by!

Look, fellows!

Tomatoes and potatoes.

I'll take a box home.

Hey, the lorry.

Hold it there, will you?

You have no right!

Just charge it to my account!

Nice ripe tomatoes.

Why don't some of you

do something?

If I were a man I'd show you.

What would you do, pretty?

Not one of you has the guts

to stand up alone and fight!

Is the lorry

in case someone hits back?

Shut up!

Come and take me.

You'll get medals for it.

You pick on women

and rob defenceless people.

Don't rob the poor girl, boys.

Give her back her tomatoes.

I'll have to do it again.

Pigs!

- Patient 33!

- Yes, sir.

An interesting case: amnesia.

Jewish soldier.

Been here since the war.

He thinks it's only been weeks.

Does he knows what's happened?

No. His one interest

seems to be in his barbershop,

which he believes he left

a few weeks ago.

He'll have many surprises.

I'm afraid so.

- Yes?

- Number 33 is gone.

He was to be examined.

But he's disappeared.

Disappeared?

Let him go.

It isn't a serious case.

There's little we can do for him.

Come on, get out of here!

What are you doing?

I don't know.

Leave that alone.

- Don't be silly.

- I'm not silly!

I appreciate that.

When you talk to me, "Hail Hynkel"!

Who are you?

I'll show you who I am!

Come down to headquarters!

That's my shop.

I don't care if it is or not.

Going to put up a fight, are you?

Come to headquarters.

Let me tell you something.

Policeman?

Arrest that man for assault.

- Come here, you!

- Leave me alone.

Attacking a storm trooper!

You'll hear from my lawyer.

He bit my finger!

Sorry, I didn't mean to hit you.

I enjoyed that.

But you'd better beat it.

- I'll call a policeman.

- No!

- Why not?

- Are you crazy?

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