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So... Good evening.

Good evening.

May I introduce myself? My name is Köppl.

BEHAVIOR COACH AND MEMBER OF THE KNIGGE SOCIETY

My problem is, wherever I go,

nobody greets me properly.

Um, unfortunately, you're not the only one

who's not greeted properly.

You arrive somewhere. And...

I mean, nobody does this anymore.

It's completely disappeared.

Evidently, it's out of fashion.

I wonder if there's an equivalent?

There is nothing like the classic handshake...

- That won't do. - No shaking hands?

I understand how the full salute may be a problem, now, so.

But if they do this...

Just a tiny one.

Or simply this...

Would that be okay? Doing this...

Sure, I understand, exactly,

- but that's neither here nor there. - You got that right!

I sprayed some spit on you.

Okay, hold on. No problem.

Use a handkerchief. You should always carry one.

Take it in your hand.

That's why it's called a "hand"-kerchief.

LOOK WHO'S BACK

The Volk (People) are really surprised me.

I really did everything humanly possible

on this ground, desecrated by the enemy,

to exterminate the very foundations of life.

Therefore, the German Volk should no longer be.

But, I notice they're still here.

I find that rather incomprehensible.

On the other hand...

I'm also here.

And I understand that even less.

The enemy seems to have taken a break.

Above me, there are no enemy aircraft to be seen.

No artillery thunder to be heard.

A bird moves, among the branches of a tree.

It chirps.

It sings.

My physical condition is good.

I'm completely healthy, apart from this headache.

Is Dönitz lying around here, too? (His successor)

- Who is this tool? - You all right, mister?

Ach, the youth!

The youth are the future.

I've left these youths speechless.

Yeah, that's understandable.

It's an extraordinary experience

for the young and immature to be near the Führer.

- Where is Bormann? - Who's that, then?

Bormann, Martin. (private secretary)

Never heard of him.

What's he look like?

Like a Reich Leader, for God's sake!

Kids, come on, we want to finish filming!

Yeah, we're coming.

Hitlerjunge Ronaldo!

How can I get to the street?

Dude, what a spaz, hey?

So much for...

Berlin-Mitte, next stop Marzahn-Hellersdorf (neighborhoods)

where there's probably even greater poverty.

I must get back to the Führer bunker.

Evidently the youth of today won't be much help.

BRANDENBURG GATE 2014

The rubble is gone.

But the people

seem to have gone completely crazy.

Have I been in a coma and missed the final victory?

I don't know enough about my situation.

I need more information!

- Where is the Reich Chancellery?

What's the quickest way to the Reich Chancellery?

Nice to meet you. Hitler, kaputt!

- May I? - What's this?

- A photo. - Where?

Comerades!

Excuse me, which way to the Reich Chancellery?

Okay, piss off.

Tell me the way, the survival of the nation is at stake.

Are you idiot? I can't talk. I'm a mime!

Find your own spot, man. Piss off!

Something, here, has gotten definitely out of control.

Finally, a familiar element!

A German mother with her child.

Miss... What's the date?

Speak!

What year... is it?

Aaah!

One coffee, please.

I say!

Hands off, idiot!

Oh God!

mytv PRIVATE STATION

Morning!

Good morning!

Good morning!

Good morning.

- Someone's in a good mood! - Yeah.

Whenever I see you, I have to laugh...

W-w-with joy!

Not because of how you look.

- Oh, how do I look? - So black.

Black is rather sad.

And when one laughs, tha sadness...

Oh God, that's a rat!

- This is Jackie. - You can't bring a rat, here!

Not so loud. It's just today. He has to go to the vet.

- It's diseased?! - Just a cold.

Oh God!

And...

- It's pregnant. - What?

- Its big sack, there. - Those are his "eggs".

Rats lay eggs?

A TV station is like a ship.

It can get through the storms and floods...

only if it has a good captain.

In the interim...

Christoph Sensenbrink has led the department splendidly.

Now, we need...

Now, we need a permanent solution.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the new managing director...

Katja Bellini.

- I wish you every success. - Thank you.

May the wind be always at your back.

- And don't make too many mistakes. - Hopefully not.

Thank you for this chance and for your trust in me.

I'm glad to be working with all of you.

So I say...

cast off, and let's get to work!

Mr Kärrner, do you really believe...

Christoph, you'll remain deputy director.

Deputy?

Good.

Christoph!

- Congratulations. - Thank you. That's very kind of you.

- Mr Sensenbrink wants to talk to you. - Ah yeah, good.

- Another nasty rat. - Jackie isn't nasty.

Sensenbrink, I mean. Horrible, my God!

If you type "dumbass" in Wikipedia

do you know what you get?

You get a definition of "dumbass"

And eventually a picture of me.

Come with me.

You can't simply fire me like this!

It's an austerity measure.

And freelancers are, alas, alas, alas, first to go.

Here, Sawatzki, look at it this way.

You always wanted to be a great film maker.

Now you'll finally get your chance.

I have new material. A new story.

New story? Yeah, get away.

Ghetto kids. Alcoholic father.

Totally sad.

But, they have one glimmer of hope.

And that glimmer of hope...

is football.

Aaaah!

Feel better?

What...

What year is this?

2014.

What did you think? 1945?

- I must... - No, no, no...

You, sit down.

Is this an abduction?

Yeah!

Good one!

Is this an elaborate hoax

by an enemy secret service?

But then, they'd have to create

an entire new world,

in which I can move freely.

A parallel world.

No, it's unthinkable.

They'd have sent a better caliber of man

than this dumb newspaper hawker.

Perhaps, I should kill him, just to be safe.

Eat something, for your stomach.

Here...

So you don't collapse again.

Factory compressed grain.

Is there still a bread shortage?

Are you filming somewhere around here?

Filming?

Yeah, for television, or...

a documentary or something.

You always go out like that?

Actually, yeah.

It's surprisingly sweet.

This is crazy.

Your whole bearing...

You'd think, you were him.

I was who?

The Führer.

I am the Führer.

You nut!

Do you have the Volkischer Beobachter or Der Stürmer? (Nazi newspapers)

- They're long gone. - Then Der Panzerbär will do.

These are almost all Turkish.

I have many Turkish customers.

Turks in Berlin?

Remarkable!

The Ottoman Empire changed the course of the war.

I'd never have thought they could.

"Is our life predestined?"

- "Who determines our destiny?" - Well...

that's what I'd like to know too.

I'd never have dreamed that

fate would bring you here.

What are you saying?

- Well, that fate... - That's it!

Fate.

Providence.

Who else could redeem destiny?

So, providence leads me to continue my struggle.

- My fate is not easy either. - Quiet!

The first step is gathering information.

And there's plenty of material in a newspaper kiosk.

Evidently, I'm considered dead.

In recent decades many dilettantes have tried in vain

to explain my achievements to the public.

Muskatnuss, Mr Müller!

The war is not completely won.

Russia and the West have divided our land along with Poland.

The leadership of the so-called Bundesrepublik

now rests on a lumpish lady with the aura of a weeping willow.

This broad...

collaborating with Bavarian recreational drinkers,

has cobbled together a pitiful parody of National Socialism.

And the Social Democratic Party, just makes me want to cry.

Paul Lobe, Friedrich Ebert, Otto Wels.

With their stately trashiness!

Speech against the Enabling Act

They can take our freedom and our lives

but not our honor.

The SPD is now led by

an annoying pudding and

a fattened hen.

Work for change.

The only bright spot is this whimsical Green Party.

It turns out after the war,

industrialization seriously damaged

the land, the air, the soil and the people.

"Protection of the German Homeland"

is what these Greens prescribe.

And rightly so!

Their rejection of atomic energy after few accidents was of course nonsense.

One simply cannot do without weapons-grade uranium.

Even, Poland still exists.

And still in German territory.

As if I'd declared war for my own amusement!

Listen,

I have nothing against you staying one or two nights.

As long as you don't ransack my booth.

Look here!

Do I look like a thug?

You look like Adolf Hitler.

Precisely.

Focus on Berlin.

Young people have serious problems...

but also a glimmer of hope: football.

Ow, Mama!

Fabian,

I believe in you.

It's all crap.

All I need is one good story and they'd take me back.

- Who's that, then? - Mama, it's me.

No, in the back.

It sure looks like Hitler.

Right in Berlin?!

Now, that's a story!

- The air is stifling, here. - What?

Set up the display stands, okay?

Now, even I have to work.

Man, you sit around all day!

Yesterday I organized the 12th Army,

today a news stand!

Say, is that you who stinks?

Woah! Take that thing to the cleaners.

Express Cleaners Pinarbasi

25... 30...

and, 50.

- Please. 28. - Thanks.

I'm glad it worked.

- Bye. - See you next week.

- Goodbye. - Hello.

Hello, good day.

I'd like my uniform cleaned.

Okay.

May I?

Ah! It stinks like shit.

So, everything, then?

Yeah, all of it.

All must be clean.

Yeah...

- No, put your underpants on. - Would you also...

No.

- But it's... - No. No.

- Put it on. - It's totally filthy.

What should I do about it?

- Clean it. - Sorry.

Coat...

and pants...

a man's pants.

- Jacket... - And underpants.

Underpants? I don't do underpants.

- Please, the underpants too. - Oh dear...

I can't walk around the streets in them.

Oh dear...

So, a pair of pants, three euros...

Please, your ticket.

Tomorrow, when the hour comes?

- What? - What time do you comes?

Tomorrow?

The hour is coming. You mean, the hour is at hand!

- Ten, eleven... - Tomorrow, early. When do you open?

- Nine. - Good. Nine o'clock.

Nine is too early. Please, a little later.

- When, then? - Twelve... Twelve.

Please.

- I can't go out like this. - I know.

Do you have another uniform for me?

Come on!

- What is it? - Come on!

- Here! - Who's this?

This young man's been looking for you everywhere.

From a private TV station.

- Tell him. - Yeah, yeah.

- Sawatzki, Fabian. - Hitler, Adolf...

of the Great German Reich.

Your manager says you've programmed out a whole routine?

- Naturally, I have a program. - Let us hear some of it.

"We'll return fire at 5:45pm!" Something like that?

Since you like quoting my speeches,

surely you must know how the rest goes.

- You got more, huh? - I'm listening...

Ahm...

"From now on,

each bomb will be repaid with a bomb."

What do you know about Poland?

Ah, Poland... The capital is Warsaw. Um...

Booklearning! Any paper-eating moth can regurgitate as much.

What about the practical?

You have 1.4 million men and 30 days to over-run their country.

- Why only 30? - Where do you attack?

How will you do it, and keep the Romanians quiet?

- Romanians? - Oh, sorry.

Who cares about the Romanians?

Geneneral Sawatzki looks neither left nor right,

he marches on. General Sawatzki marches on.

Sure the Pole is a light adversary.

Ah, but what's this?

Suddenly our army has lots of tiny holes in its back.

And from those holes, flows the blood of German heroes.

Has our General forgotten the Polish-Romanian military alliance?

You, Sawatzki...

no matter what army you had, you would never find a way into Poland!

You couldn't even find your own uniform!

I, on the other hand,

know exactly where my uniform is.

At the drycleaners.

Ha! Sorry. You had me going there.

You prepared this whole thing, huh?

Naturally. All planned, since June.

And it shows...

Good thing you ran into me. This is my big chance...

and your big chance.

I'll promote you a big time.

You march around in modern Germany and I follow you with my camera.

I like that idea.

About your uniform... You'll get it tomorrow?

Naturally...

I took it to a Blitz cleaner.

Oh God, Blitz?

Oh God. I'm sorry.

This is so embarrassing, now.

I'm really sorry.

You were completely right.

He's really sensational.

And he's not playing a role.

He simply is him.

- Who are you talking about? - Adolf Hitler.

Oh, yeah, nice.

All I need is money.

Not a lot, just...

Just a little bit.

Mama, this money is...

a super good investment.

Will you need your car next week?

FLOWER DREAM

That is the vehicle?

- Yeah, I... - That's not a proper vehicle.

- I know, it isn't... - It has no anti-mine armor!

I have some clothes for you.

Sawatzki, I should have you lined up against the wall for this.

Why are you laughing? You find it funny?

It's moments like this,

when I most painfully miss my lovely SS.

- Let's go. - Excuse me.

You need to pay for the newspaper and chocolate.

It's 26.40 euros.

So, 26 euros, huh?

You have done a great service to your Fatherland.

It's the greatest achievement of your existence.

You can tell that to your grandchildren.

That, is priceless. Live well and prosper.

What's your real name?

Adolf Hitler. I told you already.

- Really? - Yeah, really.

What a crazy coincidence!

You have a name. What if I said it was a crazy coincidence?

But you really look the part. The mustache, the hair.

Your way of speaking. Everything fits the name.

And you look totally different than your name suggests.

You're right again.

The Führer in northern Germany,

here, on the windswept cliffs of Sylt.

Here he comes, the Führer.

He looks out to sea,

and thinking about, perhaps the England.

People in a creative fury get some pretty weird ideas.

Sawatzki wanted to do clips like: "the Führer at the Bank"

or "the Führer at the Seaside". Preferably in a swimsuit.

Goebbels would turn in his grave.

Is the television out of order?

- That's a television?! - Yeah.

What a progressive technology!

Such grand possibilities for propaganda!

But why is there a cook?

There must be... in Germany, or the world,

something more interesting than

this cook!

Definitely not at this hour.

Eileen discovers her favorite food: Red fruit jelly with vanilla sauce

- What a delight... - Delicious...

Show us what you got.

- The blood pudding is... - And with my best friend...

I'd hoped for a bit of sex, but, nothing happened...

I threatened him with my lawyers...

What an outrageous nonsense,

and this dame nods with a straight face.

Good thing Goebbels isn't here to see that!

You let my wife grease you too!

It makes you wanna shoot an 8.8 cm Flak

and put these imbecile to the ground.

It was clear to me now

what Sawatzki's video skills could contribute to.

Politics.

We're just asking people about the current sensitive issues.

So, tell me where do you feel the shoe pinch, mostly?

I see, I see.

I feel the pinch in my wages. That's what I think.

Do you feel you have a say in democracy?

No. I don't want it, either. On principle.

I'm of the opinion that it's all manipulated, regardless.

Because nothing changes.

I come from the former East Germany.

We, ourselves, had to mark an X, in order to get back here.

But here the X'es are marked by someone, somewhere else. Really.

Also, it seems everyone is afraid to speak up.

- I find it... - Anything I say here, is xenophobic.

Foreign kids, quite frankly, are a nuisance.

They throw stuff against the window when I'm not looking.

If I say anything, their parents threaten to stab me.

Right. I'll take care of that.

- May I take a photo with you? - Naturally.

- I'm Annett. - My name is Adolf. Greetings.

I'd expected nothing less.

Democracy, during my absence,

had hardly made a dent.

- We can change that. - How do you mean, for example?

- Labor camps. - Labor camps, indeed?

- That's how I am. - Me too.

- I tell it like it is. - Naturally.

- I'll take care of the camps. - Good.

- I'll do it. - I'll help you.

We have this problem in Germany, too.

What problem do you see?

All these suspicious bearded men should be thrown out.

No matter where to.

- Send them back. - Send them back home.

Some are from here, though.

- Where their parents came from. - They should stay there, too.

- Who specifically do you mean? - These Salafists.

- Salafists? - Yeah, away with them!

There was a mute anger and discontent,

which reminded me of the 1930's.

Only, there was no apt term to describe it yet:

Political Ennui.

- Whoever knows men, loves animals. - That's right.

What problems do you see in Germany?

More and more foreigners coming.

I don't think it's such a good thing.

But we little people can change nothing, eh?

If many little people, men and women

work together to elect a big strong leader,

then we can change anything.

That's right.

This... This mixing of races is not good, either.

Take the German Shepherd. It's a pure-bred dog.

If you mate German Shepherd with a Dachshund,

what do you get?

A Shepherd-dachshund.

- And what would it look like? - Funny.

Now, imagine that two Shepherd-dachshunds

mate with each other.

They'll never produce a German Shepherd.

That is to say the German Shepherd race is lost, forever.

- Right. - The race is gone.

- This is happening in Germany, right now. - I agree.

The African IQ, quotient.

We're talking, only Africans, coming to Germany,

is on average 40 to 50.

In Germany it's always been 80.

You mean, the intelligence quotient was previously 80?

- 80 or even higher. In Germany. - And what is it now?

I think the IQ is now about...

maximum, 60%.

Maximum.

Now the more foreigners came in,

- the lower... - The lower the IQ.

- You're right. - That's it.

I'll tell you one thing.

I swear, I'd take a bullet for my Fatherland.

It was enough to dangle a few catchphrases

and they were hooked on the line.

I'm thinking of Ebola. We didn't have it here, before.

Now, with so many coming, we're starting to see our first fatalities.

It goes without saying.

What do you think caused this spill-over?

Because we Germans don't dare open our mouths,

because a burden still clings to us.

Frankly, that's not my view.

I'm quite consistent. I'm no reactionary,

but I'll always stand with the right. Always.

Politicians are lining their own pockets.

I wonder why millions of people like you,

don't brandish torches before parliament, shouting:

What are you doing with our money?

But the German outlook is not a revolutionary one.

Would you follow me?

It's a bad time, now. I have to go to work.

- How did Hitler get this mustache? - The war.

I had to trim it, so it fit in my gas mask.

How did it look it before?

A large one, like Kaiser Wilhelm's handlebar whiskers?

- Out to here. - Really?

- You had one too? - Naturally!

Then came the gas attacks and I trimmed it to fit into the mask.

You've really thought this through.

We'll get you a dog.

Yes, Sawatzki. Nice big shepherd.

Yeah, yeah, exactly.

Can he do anything else besides run?

He can sit, lie down...

I breed dogs mostly for families.

My dogs are my children.

A problem child: I've yet to find one...

Real cute, this little pooch.

Do-pa-do-pa...

Come, here, to uncle.

You little sweety.

Uncle always loved dogs very much.

It's adorable. Can we rent a dog?

- Rent?... - Rent.

I don't know you. I must be able to trust people.

- They're very sensitive. - We'll take good care of him.

The Führer is an animal lover. He gets along well with animals.

They come to him and...

Get away, you filthy mutt!

I've noticed on this road trip...

animals come to him...

Was that necessary? Did you have to?

Yeah. It's the only language he understood.

- Give me that gun. - No. It's my weapon.

Gimme that, you can't run around with a loaded pistol!

You can overdo the method acting!

I'll keep it.

What's that racket?

What's that? That noise?

That's hip hop.

Nigga, nigga?

Nigga, nigga. What's that about?

It's, so to speak, a compliment.

- A compliment? - Yeah.

Rubbish! "Nigger" is an abusive term for Negro.

Every child knows that.

- Do you think I was born yesterday? - No.

Nigga is sorta like, friend, brother...

Just nigga. Buddy.

- Friend? Nigga? - Yeah.

Hey, nigga!

- How's it going, nigga? - Cut it out. Stop.

- What's up, nigga? - No, stop it. Ugh!

Pull yourself together!

You degenerate weakling!

Just you wait.

I'll make a real man out of you, yet.

It's just a dead dog.

- I have a registered letter... - Later!

Not now!

It's that damned pest, again.

Sawatzki, what is it now?

Hallo, I'm doing a shoot.

- A real hit... - Good bye.

No, please, gimme a chance.

This will blow you away..

Otherwise I wouln't have called you.

Just one chance, please.

Fine, but it's your last chance.

Thank you. We just have a small problem.

Our money's gone, and I have to cover expenses.

- You're breaking up. - You can wire it....

You're shaking your handset and stuttering.

Shit.

What did you do?

I wanted to squash a fly.

This is my mother's car. Are you nuts? We're broke!

- What'll we do, now? - Don't be such a whiner, Sawatzki!

What would I have become, if I hadn't gone into politics?

A painter.

PORTRAITS. DONATIONS WELCOME

Hello. Would you like to be painted?

- Painted, how? - A portrait.

- Of Hitler? - No, of you.

All done.

What's this, a caricature?

That's you, exactly.

Do you like it?

Yeah... I'm afraid to say no.

How do you see yourself?

- As a vagabond. - A vagabond?

I've given this special attention.

This is what happens to vagabonds.

Those are the tears you'll be crying.

Hang that picture when you get home.

- Then hang yourself afterwards. - I will.

If today, in 2014,

someone can stand around, in a square in Bayreuth

posing as Hitler,

and the public tolerates this,

then, I must say, this is bad for Germany.

If it were up to me, you'd be chased out of here.

Nobody donated much.

- Are you married, Sawatzki? - No.

- That's what I thought. - What do you mean by that?

To get a woman takes courage.

And courage is exactly what you lack, Sawatzki.

You don't win a woman's heart by hesitating.

A man must gather all his strength,

and then, Sawatzki, attack!

You could write Hitler's self help guide:

"Mein Kampf... mit meiner Miss" (My Struggle with My Wife)

I like you, Sawatzki.

Come on. Touch the wire fence.

You scared? Come here.

Ow!

It's nothing.

Didn't feel a thing...

It's so beautiful!

You must have known me in the 30's.

Yeah, I know this gentleman.

- We told you before, he only looks like?... - Hitler.

- Exactly. - That's me!

- What do you think of the Christian Social Union? - Nothing.

What appeals to you?

I'd associate with the Greens.

Greens? Sounds good to me.

To protect the environment, is to protect the homeland.

Protecting the environment is good, and it is a Christian value.

Everything wasn't as bad as this before.

No, we wouldn't say that.

- It got bad because of politics. - One mustn't whine about the past.

Indeed! We must learn from the past

so that it never, never repeats itself.

Repeat, no! But, this time we'll do things right.

- This is naive. - Not at all.

- We'll do things right. - It's not naive.

- Would you support me? - Not a chance.

- Under no circumstance... - Do you have a pen?

To take down their address.

It's just for the first wave of arrests.

- Then we'll see. - I'm not afraid.

Germany, I love you!

It stings!

- Shouldn't he take off his pants? - No.

- That burns! - We'll soon fix that.

WORLD CUP FANS

Deutschland! Deutschland!

Germany must die

Fuck Germany!

Fuck all you Nazis!

You gonna let him say that?

- Fucking traitor! - Hang him from that tree.

This is what happens to parasites.

Down with Germany!

Don't let him get away with that. Get him!

- Take a picture of me and Hitler? - Sure, you and Hitler.

I love Hitler.

- May I give you a hug? - By all means.

Hitler's walking around. Really!

- Hitler-selfie, yeah! - He saw 'The Fall' too many times.

How cool is that! Dress warmly Poland.

They are making a film.

He hasn't aged. What facial cream does he use?

Sawatzki, you really, really scare me.

But this clip has a million clicks, already.

- How many? - Over a million!

- And I have much more material. - It can't be.

It's bold, it's provocative.

It's WHAM!

Sorry... in your face... like you...

Sorry.

What do you think?

- Have you spoken to anyone else about this? - No.

Good, keep it that way. Give me your contact and your footage.

- No need. He's here. - Who?

Adolf Hitler.

Good day.

Sensen... Brink.

Good day.

Sawatzki, come with me, please.

This isn't a circus!

I'll tell you again slowly, so you finally get it.

Outta my sight, both you and your crazy friend!

Mr Hitler, don't go in there!

Mr Hitler, you can't just...

Sensenbrink!

- Are you so desperate?! - Sorry...

Not you!

- I think you're right. - About what?

The situation is desperate.

Let's work together to save Germany.

- Super idea. The presentation is over. - One moment. Wait.

So, you want to save Germany?

Do you drink coffee?

Now and then.

You...

do you drink coffee?

Yeah.

- Where does the coffee come from? - Usually, Starbucks.

And who is responsible for that?

For all these preservatives? Certainly not Mr Starbuck!

He'll never step forward.

No one wants to be identified.

That's why we need a change.

A leadership, accountable with life and limb.

Germany must know,

that the Autobahn was not designed by just any clown!

No, it was the Führer.

When you eat your bread at supper

you know it comes from the baker.

When you march through Czechoslovakia,

you know that comes from the Führer.

Say, you haven't rehearsed this?

What for, Miss Bellini?

My convictions and my wide world perception

allow me to draw the right conclusions.

Amazing. Mr Sensenbrink,

could you take care of creating the appropriate format for this gentleman?

Sure.

- One more thing, Mr... - Hitler.

Are we agreed that the Jewish question is not funny?

You are absolutely right, Miss Bellini.

I've known few formidable women in my life.

Riefenstahl was one,

and Bellini is another of the same caliber.

With her firm body, held straight,

she is alert, always ready to react quickly and decisively,

like a stalking she-wolf.

When she's tense, she puffs harder

on her electronic vapor-cigarette.

Other than that, she's always in control.

An admirable woman!

- How was it? - As expected.

- Mr Sensenbrink, how did it go? - What?

- In there. - Oh yeah. Fine, fine...

So, am I back in? I'm bursting with ideas.

- I'll get back to you. - You have to re-hire me.

If I go, I'll take Hitler with me.

Fine. I'll see to it you play a central role.

Thank you.

Please.

Sensenbrink said it's temporary.

Until there's an opening at editing position.

I must say, this new actor is really awesome.

It's hard not to confuse him with the original.

I know.

And you discovered him?

Yeah.

Would you like to have coffee with me, sometime?

Ow!

Sorry, but every time I see you, I...

- You know what I mean? - No, Sawatzki.

But if you want a date...

no problem.

And you're friends of Franziska?

Seems that way.

Are you Emos?

Or Gothics, or...

What do people call you?

We're Satanists.

Lovely!

- This is Fabian, Grandma. - I won't sign anything.

You don't have to. Where are the tea bags?

Lovely place you have here.

Mm! And the cake is yummy. Did you bake it?

- Why are you jerking her around? - Pardon.

She suffers from dementia.

And you ask if she baked an almond strawberry cream cake?

- Are you a sadist? - No.

Good morning.

So, this will be your new, ah, Reich.

- Please clear out. - Morning.

- This is Mr Hitler, this is Michael. May we? - Good day.

- It's working. - What with him?

Go laugh over there.

- Can I come back, later? - We'll see.

I'll come get you later for training.

- I don't need training. - Then call it tuning.

I don't need tuning, either.

- Sure you do. TV is... - I only need a typewriter.

Krömeier! She'll give you a hand.

- I'm a pro. - Morning, maestro.

Not "maestro". That's "Mein Führer.", to you!

- I wish you'd greet me properly! - I knew it! Can I play too?

- Good morning, Mein Führer.! - Miss Krömeuer, lower your hand.

Should I shout that part, or should I shout all the time?

Miss Krömeier, can you do me a favor?

- Stop shouting. - Yes, Mein Führer..

He's right. Just play the secretary,

and connect him with the great wide world the world.

Here we go.

Then she showed me one of the most astounding inventions of mankind.

The computer.

I couldn't do much with the earlier computers.

For the troops, they were too unwieldy.

But subsequent computers become handier and handier.

Then a certain Douglas Engelbart came long

and invented the mouse apparatus.

Let me take that.

With this, you move the cursor on the screen

You try it.

- With the mouse? - Right. Double click the left.

You did that super well, Mr Hitler,

for the first time.

What name will we use for your emails?

Mine, naturally. Adolf Hitler.

- Is that your real name? - No of course it's not.

- My real name is Shmuel Rosenzweig. - Super! Shmuel is a cool name.

Is Shmuel spelled with a 'ch'?

That was joke, Miss Krömeier!

Ah, right.

- Um... Adolf dot Hitler is taken. - What? Someone's taken my name!

What if we chose another name?

You mean a pseudonym?

- Yeah, sort of. - Aha, good. Then, choose...

Choose Wolf. Wolf...

Wolfs... schanze. Wolfsschanze. (Wolf's fortress)

- Wolfsschanze 6 is available. - I won't be Wolfsschanze 6!

What was that place called again?

Ober.. Obersalz'bach'? (Oversalted bakery)

Obersalz'berg'. (Eagle's Nest)

Miss Krömeier. Berg!

Try 'New Reich Chancellery'. I always liked it.

Fräu Krömeier showed me more, a wonderful technology.

The tnternet!

Enter any word, you're interested in.

World domination... then 'search'.

Now, we have all entries on 'World domination'. Good, huh?

In this name 'Wikipedia' we see

the inventiveness of the Aryan race.

'Pedia' as in encyclopedia, and 'Wiki' as in...

the exploratory urge in the Vikings' blood.

- Are you crying, Mein Führer? - No.

I'm tearing up too, man.

Characters like Sensenbrink, are an open book to me.

Sensenbrink hopes to be a successful man,

but he's just a success groupie.

That's why he dreads that moment when it becomes clear

that success does not depend on his fawning.

It can only go wrong. Hitler in primetime?!

The Central Jewish Council will be all over us.

- Bellini has it in for you. - Just wait and see.

I'll put Hitler on the "That's Gross, Dude! Show".

The critics will unleash a shitstorm.

This Hitler thing, will finally break Katja Bellini's neck.

Comedy writers meeting Asylum seekers, gypsies, minorities...

All great.

Jews, foreigners, homosexuals and concentration camps.

I find them all very interesting themes.

Now, I want you to think up some gags. Oneliners.

Positive, tinged with irony? I don't understand.

Oneliners. Witty ones.

Racist jokes are racist. That's fairly gross.

I think it's good.

You think racism is good?

If anyone can handle the theme of racism, we can.

To be believable, he has to behave like that.

Very good, we're getting into it.

There's no thought control.

And no limits.

If you see a line,

I sincerely urge you to cross it.

What do Salafits and Jews have in common?

Circumcised, hooked nose and flammable.

Jews were asked to rate their trip to Auschwitz.

They all gave it one star.

What does a Jewish child molester say? Woul you like to 'buy' some candy?

Sorry, I have to giggle at that.

A Salafist is heard to scream at her child: You're a holy terrorist!

Question during a driving test:

"Where's the gas?" "Second door on the right."

Jesus!

Sprinkling ashes on your head,

used to mean you were enjoying a holiday in Auschwitz.

Is that the sort of stuff you wanted?

Yeah.

Exactly.

- Hi! - Hi.

Just a quick hello...

- Delighted. - Ah, yeah, me too.

It looks great.

Christoph, you got a second?

What is it?

Yeah, great idea, isn't it? Hitler in the broadcast.

Nobody asks me anymore?!

I don't understand the concept of my own show.

It's... funny.

Oh yeah?

Hitler is always a balancing act.

Yeah, but that's your thing. That's what your show's about.

This is a "one time" number. Do I have your word?

Two. You can have two words.

Oh, please...

Michi...

- Jeanette, can you bring some drinks? - My name is Janine.

The show is live.

But you have nothing to worry about.

Simply be yourself.

The program, "That's Gross, Dude!" conforms to what I heard about it.

Witizigman came out in a lot of costumes to crap on:

a black US president, a Muslim woman, and minor current political events.

I'm on an erotic diet.

Pop tarts in the morning, popcorn at noon,

and in the evening, I pop my cMry.

The transition to me came with a catchphrase,

that Witzigman delivered flawlessly.

For decades he's been gone, but now, "Look Who's Back!"

Help me to greet, Adolf Hitler!

It's all or nothing, now. Full speed ahead.

Welcome, dear Adolf, to "That's Gross...

Dude!"

Greetings.

Oh ho!

In that case, let me just say:

fire at will!

Confronted by me, in person, the spectators became uneasy.

They try to match my face with the famous Hitler impersonators.

I see their uncertainty,

which, with simple eye contact, I overwhelm into breathless silence.

- Is this part of the act? - Not this long.

Hope he's not blacking out.

An assistant held up a cue card, as if I had forgotten my text.

It was clear, that faced with this uneventful gap

why the dilettante Witzigman began to sweat.

People, what is this? What's going on?

- Is he gonna do something? - He must, we're live.

Michael, you take over.

No, Michael, wait. Give him time.

Witzigman did not know the power of silence.

Rather, it frightened him.

I let the air rush into my lungs,

and gave the silence... my voice.

Here, in front, someone's holding some cards.

With a text that I'm supposed to read.

This text is a joke.

More specifically, a joke about foreigners.

But I ask, why make jokes about foreigners?

If you have rats in you home, you don't call a clown,

you call an exterminator.

The television in my hotel is this thin.

It's a marvel of human ingenuity.

But what's showing on this TV?

Just trash.

When times are tough, people need light entertainment.

I understand that. That's why in 1944 "The Punch Bowl" came out. (Helmut Weiss)

But, how hard must times be,

that the people are irradiated

with such imbecillity?

- He's right. - What kind of land do we live in?

Youth poverty.

Poverty of the elderly. Unemployment.

Birth rate, lower than ever.

No wonder! Who'd want to have a child, in this country?

We're racing...

towards the abyss!

But we don't recognize this,

because on television...

you don't see any abyss.

You see a cooking show.

I'll oppose television for as long as it takes

until, not only, do we recognize the abyss, but have overcome it.

It is now, 20:45. Time for re-runs.

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

- It's getting late. - Yeah.

Oh god, I haven't called home!

- Are you married? - No, I'm not mar...

No, I live at my... with my m...

- Mate... - What? Say again.

Roommate.

- Actually, my mother. - Wanna spend the night, here?

Hm? Yeah.

On the sofa.

Yeah

- But no touching. - No, I'd never touch you.

Who says, never?

Ow!

Not so loud. You'll wake Grandma.

One for Rita, too.

I don't want this asshole on my show.

- Were you asleep in the control room? - That's enough.

- I'll never forgive you. - Shut up!

So, my friend...

Yeah, alright, that's enough. Thank you...

- This is bad PR for the show. - Shut your mouth, Katja!

He's an asshole!

Cut the crap, we've seen your gimmick a hundred times before.

Asshole! You're a cunt! It's my show!

Put the Führer in all formats.

All shows. Breakfast TV, celebrity panels, whatever.

- He's our top seller! - Great! Hah!

- Thanks everybody. Drive home safely. - Shit!

Ladies and gentlemen, about our next guest...

Can we say he's taken Germany by storm? But it is so.

Let's all greet, Adolf Hitler!

You wanted to be a painter, it didn't work out.

Do you think it was a lack of talent, or what?

No, it was providence

that wanted a man like me, to be a politician.

Sort of like a provocative rapper.

You can stand on a box and shout but then, what?

It's not about provocation.

It's about the welfare of the German Volk.

A Führer is nothing without his people.

It's like giving Mozart a piano stool but no piano.

He could still fiddle with his sister.

But if you took away his fiddle, too? What then?

- What is your piano? - The people.

- I play the people like a piano. - The black keys too?

Black keys too. When necessary.

May we ask, what are your future plans?

To make Germany great, again

and ensure the survival of the people.

- Should I just piss off, now? - We have jobs for you, too.

- Oh, really? - For example, on the Autobahn...

They always need toll booth attendants.

- Or road maintenance. - Yeah, yeah.

- Must you remain as Hitler? - Naturally, otherwise I'd come to nothing.

Are there any moments when you're free of Hitler?

No, no. I never get that.

Just as you're never free of Thadeusz.

It's what fate has chosen for you.

Has fate chosen you to...

You are a small cog...

in the great mechanism of time.

- And you? - I'm the great steering wheel...

to which you small cogs are connected.

You switch from one Jungle Camp to another.

It's worse than both world wars I've been through.

We race... toward the abyss,

but we don't realize it...

on TV.

The World War II was no fun,

but now we have a new comedian on the rise...

Anyway he imitated Hitler! What's wrong with that?

Anyway a real rebel, there!

and he said on TV that...

TV is trash. So I'm like, I gotta see this.

It's kinda puzzling. Should we take it seriously, or laugh?

But the themes are quite serious. He's right about...

The question is: Is Germany ready for that kind of humor?

On the refugee debate, I say...

no, Witzigman. Not ratings at any cost!

He should not be underestimated.

In the past, he talked a lot, too and...

put most of it into practice.

I'm at a loss as to whether it was positive or negative.

And that's the perfect Fürer-Fashion look.

The sad thing is that what he says is not wrong.

Youth poverty, poverty of the elderly, unemployment...

Youth poverty, poverty of the elderly, unemployment

Bundes-Chancellor, or YouTube star?

He has what it takes for both.

No wonder! Who'd want to have a child, in this country?

Do I really want to bring a child into the world?

I think he's great, I'll follow him. Check him out.

Youth poverty, poverty of the elderly, unemployment

Yesterday on the "That's Gross, Dude!" show...

I hate everything, except Hitler.

LUNATIC TV-HITLER BECOMES YOUTUBE FÜHRER

"Brown gold, the bittersweet seduction of Adolf H."

"The Führer, of all people, puts his finger on the problem!"

They're all positive.

Pure enthusiasm. Really, everywhere, pure enthusiasm.

Here's a nasty one.

"Stop this shit, you filthy Jew-pig!"

Haven't laughed so much in a long time.

It was a shame

that it took months before I realized, there are people

who want to continue the work of the National Socialist Worker's Party.

The NDP, if you peek behind the scenes,

is against the... err... support the death penalty

only for child abusers. For justice.

If you look at it that way, we're fighting for our rights.

We need a little more democracy,

so that words of power are clearly spoken. That is to say

this is how it's done, period!

You're absolutely right! This is exactly my kind of democracy.

Absolutely my understanding of democracy!

How do you see Germany in general? What would you change?

Chairman Youth Alternative for Germany Okay. A huge issue is financial reform.

We want to generalize, for example: education policy.

So that the government takes more responsibility.

And finally, I'd even like to...

Okay, he doesn't seem to like it.

This sledgehammer approach, from the right.

This is obviously silly.

Vegan Neo-Nazi Cooking Show You cook for National Socialism?

Vegan Neo-Nazi Cooking Show Precisely! All for Germany.

First of all we're German, and then socialist.

Providence has given the German people

this beautiful way to spread propaganda,

and you use it to cook this ridiculous stew!

It's the height of madness!

And these people want to inherit Nazism.

They are nothing! Nothing at all!

They want to build the fourth Reich? They couldn't assemble an IKEA shelf!

The political situation ...

NPD National Vice-Chairman is good. Dubious as it may be, to say so.

Naturally, one cannot be happy

when, every week, in Munich, 200 to 400 asylum seekers arrive

I fully agree.

The worse the situation, the better for people like us.

It's politically advantageous.

You see....

I need men like you...

to send you to fight in the next war.

Right to the front.

Would you do all that I order?

Switch that off.

If you were the real one, I probably would.

Somewhere in Brandenburg When I think ...

of Germany at night...

I cannot sleep tight.

Ain't that the truth!

The man moved me to tears with his poem!

- How many people have you got together? - Over 500.

- Over 500? 2000? - Yeah.

We'll pound our ideas into the heads of the intellectuals.

No problem. But they'll only follow, if it brings them something.

Right, naturally. The content is essential.

Most would die for it.

Yeah, naturally. I'd die for my country.

You see, this is just what I need.

I'm in.

- Men just like you, I need. - I'm with you.

- Be strong! - Right!

Huh, Schnappi? Be strong. Like Krupp steel.

Fast as a greyhound and tough as leather!

- For Germany. - For Germany!

And for the cause.

So, see ya, niggas.

- What do you mean, nigger? - No, niggas!

That's what people say nowadays.

We're not niggers.

NPD PARTY CENTRAL

I admit the Brown House in Munich was nothing earth-shattering,

but this hovel in Berlin-Koepenick; pathetic!

The building itself was hopelessly inadequate.

- What's this? - Our nameplate.

Such a small sign is cowardly. Get outta my way!

Hold on, please. That's our office. Hello...

Would you mind not... Ohh, man...

Do you have a permit to film?

Since when does a national movement hide behind regulations?

Get the Reich Leader here immediately!

You mean the Chairman?

- Who should I say wants him? - The name is Hitler!

Okay.

See that? In quotations.

"Give it gas!"

As if he shouldn't give them the gas.

Is this for channel 7, or...

This, here, is for Germany!

Okay...

NPD CHAIRMAN

How lovely!

Mr Hitler.

Birne...

Ulf Birne, National Chairman of the National Democratic Party.

Please, we need to talk.

With pleasure.

So, you represent the national cause?

Well, you haven't been around for a while.

I divide my time among many things.

The question is, what have you done in the meantime?

- Our comrades... - A comrade...

stands with you down in the trenches.

But, here, that doesn't apply to anyone, but me.

- We, National Democrats... - National Democrats.

National Democracy! What's that supposed to mean?

A National Socialist policy that includes

the incongruous notion of democracy, in its very name!

How dumb can you be!

- Have you read my book? - This is Germany, it's hard to find.

What's that? A reason for reading it?

Or not reading it?

Or for not understanding it?

Can we have the camera off?

No!

You've wasted enough time, already.

Each word you speak, sets the movement back, by decades.

What about your racial ideas?

- Germany for the Germans... - Who else is it for? The Poles?!

Is this the best man you have to lead you?

Well then, good night, gentlemen.

I'm here to see Miss Bellini.

Can you show me her office, please.

Yeah, it's over there, but first I must announce you.

- No, it's all right. - But, you're not...

Good morning, Miss Bellini.

The prosecutor and the police are here.

Sooner than expected.

- What can I do for you? - Hello.

It's the State Prosec...

- Göttlicher, State Prosecutor. - Hello, Katja Bellini.

We've received a complaint of inciting hatred.

What?

Who filed the complaint?

- Anonymous. - Oh, an informer.

What does that mean for us, concretely?

Must we stop broadcasting the Führer, or what?

You can broadcast for the time being.

Personally, I find the show phenomenal.

- The way he's so... stiff. - Oh, I'm glad you like it.

The complaint was surely filed by some leftist crackpot.

Don't worry, we're just doing our jobs.

I'm sure it'll blow over by itself.

Bye.

- What should we do about the dog? - Dog?

- Yeah, I have to pay the bill. - What dog?

The dog, who had an accident during filming with Mr Hitler.

What should I file it under? Under depreciation?

Or under capital losses?

I'll take care of it.

That's very kind.

Heil Hitler.

- What's wrong? - You're asking me?!

A giant shit.

A huge pile of Hitler-Nazi shit, is what's wrong.

And they all shout: Hurrah!

On top of which it's the ultimate, diabolical, disgusting, inhuman...

- You're drunk. - And you're sober.

You're seeing it all with a clear mind.

Do you know how many people are cheering him on?

Not because he's funny or ironic.

They find what he says is cool. That he's right.

So, I ask you, Miss Katja Bellini:

Is this all right by you? Or don't you give a shit?

What about the positive reactions of the press?

- You can't rely on those. - Ah?

They're written by morons,

who are simply too afraid to check into the ambiguity.

But there is no ambiguity about Mr Hitler.

He's just an asshole!

There's a huge pile of shit.

And you sit on that huge pile of brown shit,

like you're queen of the shitpile.

- That's enough. - Okay, wait.

You're not a coward, are you?

You're no dope, either.

You're just a career-whore.

- Watch it! - Ow, that hurt. Okay.

See ya, Miss Goebbels.

I have a confession to make.

We had you checked out.

Then, you're reassured by the result.

On the one hand, we found nothing unfavourable on you.

- And on the other hand? - We couldn't find anything, at all, on you.

As if you'd never existed.

And you'd like to know if I ever existed?

You understand, we, naturally, want to avoid any entanglement

with some real... Hitler.

What am I saying...

Indeed, it would be high treason.

So you've never been a member of a right-wing party?

On the contrary, I co-founded one.

Member number 555.

What?

- Hopefully, a youthful indiscretion! - Nonsense.

It was 1919, I was 30 years old.

It was no youthful indiscretion!

- 1919? - When, then?

I thought up a scam, where the first 500 were all made up

to make the membership seem bigger.

Thank you for that warm welcome.

Nice to have you all here. And nice to have you here, sir.

How do you wish to be addressed?

Mr Hitler, will suffice.

- You can also call me, Mein Führer. - You're a comedian, right?

- I've been seen that way by some. - Are you comfortable in the role?

I feel comfortable in all roles.

I want to reach people.

And you can't reach those who won't hear you out.

To that end, I'm willing to play the clown.

What kind of man are you?

Many newspapers say you're mad.

- What do you say to that? - Do I look mad?

With all due respect, a little yeah.

Your eyes make me scared.

I can do nothing besides what I do. and do nothing besides what I can.

You find this comical?

Comical, are the conditions in which we live.

So, what you do is justified?

Take a look at what we found

in the clips you've shot.

- What? What clips? - Look.

Do-pa-do-pa

I must be able to trust people.

You can't do this. You have no right.

What is this?

That's...

Goddamn mutt!

My dog!

Do you think this is witty?

Do you expect people to laugh at that?

- It was an accident. - What?!

It's not so awful.

Okay, it is awful. Where'd they get it?

I should ask you!

Is this your kind of humor? Tell me why you made this clip?

I shot this clip, I shot this dog...

because the dog was asking for it. Understand?

He bit my finger and I gave him just what he deserved.

What's in store for you, too!

I'll shut down your studio.

I won't be fired over a dog.

CRAZY TV-HITLER, FINALLY GONE!

It hurts my soul.

- You did your best. - Spare me your false pity.

I think Mr Sensebrink is serious.

On TV, anything's possible. There's little the viewer won't forgive.

But killing a little dog?

Ah! The German soul won't forgive that.

My wife and I were sick as we watched it.

I wish you all the best.

You have the helm, now.

Don't disappoint me.

Not a chance.

Hello, mama. The station won't pay for the hotel.

We must sleep here for a few days, please?

Thank you, dear Madam. Your support will go down...

- Coming? - ...in history.

It's astounding to see which path providence takes to reach its goal.

How it provides these moments of crisis...

only to give me the courage to write a second great book.

- What are you doing? - I'm writing a new book.

- Well? - Totally insane.

He describes how he wakes up in modern Berlin.

I come along, then you come along.

There's a film in it for me.

I have one condition. I do the film adaptation.

Good.

Success was not long in coming.

INSANE! TV-HITLER WRITES DIARY.

No Hitler = No Spectators.

TV-Hitler Donates to Animal Welfare!

"Look Who's Back" Book Tour in a Brewery

Adolf Hitler, um...

I have great respect for the way he presented himself to the new world.

I'd never kill anyone, unless it's absolutely necessary.

All I can say is, don't be afraid. I'm a very nice guy.

Facebook requests to be my bodyguards was promising.

But the raw material left much to be desired.

My God!

And another 30, on top of that.

Until you stop laughing.

This amuses you, hmm?

Go ahead, enjoy.

Having fun?

Doesn't seem so funny, now.

Louder.

THREE MONTHS LATER

Mr Sensenbrink...

...the ratings are low.

Advertising revenue is on its way to zero

- Profitability is... - Yeah, Witzigman's show will fix that.

Now, we'll broadcast "That's Gross, Dude!" five times a week.

Mr Sensenbrink...

Witzigman left us for Sat-1 TV. There's no more, "That's Gross, Dude!"

Everyone leave, except Rugemon...

Lummlich...

Mancello...

and Nils.

How dare you!

No more "That's Gross, Dude!"?! I developed that show!

You bunch of incompetent failures!

How can I run a TV station, if you all sabotage me?

Ah... God!

"Out...

...out, brief candle"

What if we put Hitler in again?

People can't stay angry at Hitler for very long.

Even those who hate him, buy his new book.

Just to read about his crass faux pas.

That's intolerable!

The book is selling like hotcakes.

They're already working on a film adaptation.

We need to get in on it.

But, you were always against Hitler!

Naturally!

When I wasn't station manager.

This looks...

This looks great.

This is all big screen stuff, hey?

- Who are you, then? - Sawatzki...

Cut! Stop!

- Abort. - Who's that wandering into frame?

I thought, um...

Great, huh? A silicone mask.

- Is that the real Sensenbrink? - Yeah.

I just came to see how it's going. I always believed in you.

Couldn't be better.

You want one? Look. Clever, huh?

- The title is in the shape of his mustache. - Brilliant!

And the kicker is: It costs €19.33.

- Like the year 1933. - I got it.

Christoph Sensenbrink, meet Christoph Sensenbrink.

How long I've waited for this moment!

I even dream your dreams.

- He's playing me? - Yeah.

But he's unknown.

Couldn't you get Benno Fürmann, or Bruno Ganz?

For such a small role? It'd be silly.

- Do you have a distributor yet? - We're still negotiating.

- Pro 7, RTL, ZDF. You name it. - I know them all.

All talk and no substance. You need a powerful partner.

We'll fatten your budget by one million,

and in return we distribute the film. Win-win.

I'll be right back, Grandma.

- Hello. - Hello.

Good day, Miss Krömeier.

So, that's finally over!

Sorry, don't mind the mess.

- Mr Hitler, will you take off your coat? - Yeah, please.

Thank you. Hello Mrs Krömeier!

Forgive our invasion of your home.

It can't be!

It's an honor.

Your granddaughter is a wonderful person.

That is Hitler. Why don't you do something?

Mrs Krömeier, he's not the real one. She thinks he is?!

Think of your family.

So many people. All dead!

Do something!

The anger rises in me, too. More and more each day

Believe me, I'll see to it that never again an English bomber...

Who's talking about bombing?

None of them died in the bombing!

You gassed them all!

Grandma, it's funny satire!

He looks the same as before.

He says the same things as before.

At the time, people laughed at him too.

I know who you are.

I haven't forgotten.

- My dear Madam... - Out!

Get out, you criminal!

That was dreadful!

- Dreadful. - Yeah.

Mrs Krömeier is Jewish.

I'd never have thought that.

- That's not what I meant. - You're disappointed.

Because I wasn't harder on that old Jewish harpy.

I understand that.

But, as a politician, I must set priorities, Sawatzki.

It's like the '36 Olympics.

We didn't persecute any Jews for three whole weeks.

Can't you just forget the role, for once?

I understand that you care about Miss Krömeier.

I understand, Sawatzki!

Perhaps her proportion of Jewish blood is not too great.

The body can withstand a certain amount of Jewishness.

My God, what kind man are you?

So, now the three boys come from there.

Yeah, okay, but I'm interested in before all that.

How did you get here? What happened before?

I don't know.

How's that? Did you just beam down, or what?

Fabian, what do you think?

You never wondered where he came from?

Perhaps he travelled through time.

Or escaped from a loony bin.

- Let me through. - Nope.

Make way. Don't you recognize me?

How? From the little mustache?

You stabbed Germany in the back.

As a swine would do.

An inhuman...

Swine!

You gave us a good scare.

Miss Bellini?

- What is this? - It's all for you.

Here, Boris Becker wrote to you.

They all wish you get well soon..

- Why? - Why?

You were beaten up by neo-Nazis.

This makes you a champion of democracy.

Sigmar Gabriel says. You're a hero. (Vice-Chancellor)

Everything okay?

I can't help laughing.

These amateurs!

- Yeah, is that enough? - It's starting to rain.

We want to finish filming!

He's just lying there.

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Where is he?

Why are you here, Sawatzki? You should be on set.

He's real. I dunno how, but, he's the real Adolf Hitler.

I know, he's very good. But we've known that all along.

You don't get it.

That's Adolf Hitler, not some comic, out there!

Why don't you listen?

That... is Hitler!

I dunno what you're talking about.

He's doing just like before

Can I make it any clearer?

We must arrest him. We must do something.

- My God, it's all... - Take a deep breath first, huh?

Miss Bellini, we mustn't lose any time.

Listen, I don't want any trouble.

That's good, because neither do we.

Stop him!

You've all done very well.

You're all proper Germans. Thank you.

Sawatzki?

I wondered where you've been.

You're the one. You're him!

Have I ever claimed otherwise?

My destiny is to be parted from my dearest comrades.

That way!... Yeah.

History repeats itself.

Again, you're trying to hoodwink people with your propaganda.

You don't understand.

In 1933 the people weren't hoodwinked by propaganda.

A Führer was elected

whose plans were all clearly revealed.

The Germans elected me.

Further.

- You're a monster. - Am I?

Then, you must also condemn those who elected this monster.

Were they all monsters?

They were ordinary people...

who decided to elect an extraordinary man

and entrusted their nation to him.

What would you do, Sawatzki?

Prohibit elections?

No. But I'd stop you.

Have you never asked yourself...

why people follow me?

Because, at their core, they're just like me.

They share the same values.

And that's why you won't shoot.

You can't get rid of me.

I am part of you. All of you.

And look, it wasn't all bad!

Cut! Thanks!

Thank you!

And with that, it's a wrap!

Quiet! The boss wants to speak!

It's appropriate that you're all celebrating.

But we should also remember our comrades...

who can no longer be with us.

A comedy about Hitler? Can it work?

There were German comedies before Hitler and after.

It raises the scope of entertainment

to a new level, which even Loriot couldn't attain.

What if the real Hitler came back?

Would history repeat itself?

Ah... For 70 years, we've been obsessed with our history.

School children's have the Third Reich coming out their ears.

We should start to trust a little more. I thank you.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

He's back again, here

He's back, so they tell me

But he's not with me

I don't understand

I wonder what happened.

He's back, but not with me

And he doesn't ring my doorbell

All the people in town

Have seen him

He's back. What happened?

In our letters, we spoke

only of happiness

And how it would be for the two of us

But one day, no letter arrived

Is it over? Is it over?

I have nothing against foreigners. Turks or Syrians.

Everything has a deeper meaning. The situation is ideal for me

in Germany, Europe and the world.

The Austrian government is a puppet.

A security risk.

Those who travel to Sweden must adapt to our lifestyle.

Riots in front of a refugee center. A house was set on fire.

It'll change the situation in our country.

It's the specter of Islam.

They come from Tunisia and Morocco, where the Germans go on vacation.

We are the people!

I can work with that.

We are the people!

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M. Hitler - Leadbelly

Yes, yes! M. Hitler

Hiltler started out in 1932

Hiltler started out in 1932

When he started out, he took the homes from the Jews

We're gonna tear Hitler down

We're gonna tear Hitler down

We're gonna tear Hitler down someday

We're gonna tear Hitler down

We're gonna tear Hitler down

We're gonna tear Hitler down someday

We're gonna bring him to the ground

We're gonna bring him to the ground

We're gonna bring him to the ground someday

When Hitler started out, he took the Jews from their homes

When Hitler started out, he took the Jews from their homes

That's one thing Mr. Hitler you know you done wrong

We're gonna tear Hitler down

We're gonna tear Hitler down

We're gonna tear Hitler down someday

We're gonna bring him to the ground

We're gonna bring him to the ground

We're gonna bring him to the ground someday

We're gonna bring him to the ground

We're gonna bring him to the ground

We're gonna bring him to the ground someday