The Great Dictator Page #3

More are coming!

- More what?

- Wait!

Come in here.

What's wrong with you?

Don't be foolhardy.

What's this? Who hit you?

I think it was a gang.

You'd better get fixed up.

We'll investigate later.

What time is it?

All right, they've gone.

Thanks, mister.

That did me a lot of good.

You've sure got some nerve.

We should all fight back.

We can't fight alone,

but we can lick 'em together.

We didn't do so bad.

You're the barber,

who was in hospital!

Mr. Jaeckel has talked about you.

We didn't think you'd come back.

The storm troopers

will be after you.

You'd better hide.

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. Hail Hynkel!

Your hands.

Just a moment. Not here.

Bring him outside.

First you'll finish this.

Here.

Go on, paint that!

Wait a minute, boys.

I've got a bright idea.

Commander Schultz!

First in command.

Second in command.

Oh, never mind. You!

Who told you

to hang people from lampposts?

What was the trouble?

A Jew attacking storm troopers.

- Where is he?

- There.

Break ranks.

So there you are. Stand him up.

Get up.

You?

Don't you remember me?

- You saved my life.

- Me?

Strange. And I always thought

of you as an Aryan.

I'm a vegetarian.

Don't you remember?

We got away in my plane.

Plane?

Then we crashed.

Now I remember.

Well, how are you?

What's my friend done?

He resisted my men

painting his windows.

Any brave man would resist.

I'm sorry for this.

No harm.

In future you will not

be molested again.

If you or your friends

ever need help...

Who did that?

One of my friends.

Hynkel's palace was the centre

of the world's

greatest war machine.

Behind it

was the dynamic Adenoid Hynkel,

whose genius ran the nation,

whose ceaseless activity kept him

occupied every moment of the day.

Marshal Herring is waiting.

Enough!

I believe we've got something now.

A bulletproof uniform.

The material is as light as silk.

Where?

I've arranged for a demonstration.

It will only take two minutes.

I can spare one.

Professor Herr Kibitzen.

Actions speak louder than words.

A bulletproof uniform.

One hundred percent perfect.

Shoot!

Far from perfect.

- Where's my secretary?

- In the outer office.

Call her.

Take a letter.

Herring here in the tower room.

We've got something marvellous.

I shall be up.

A parachute.

The most compact in the world.

Worn like a hat.

It will open in 25 feet.

Demonstrate, professor.

Herring,

why do you waste my time like this?

Send Garbitsch here.

Herr Garbitsch is waiting.

Enough!

What's the meaning of this?

We need to manufacture munitions.

- We've made a few arrests.

- How many?

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