All language subtitles for The.Man.In.the.High.Castle.S03E10.AMZN.WEB-DL.English.US.ENG

Hon?

Look at this.

Got 'em.

Hon,

you okay?

I'm sorry.

Aah.

You let her go.

Your brain, Mr. Abendsen,

is of great value to us.

Your wife is not.

Put the gun down.

I'll see to it
she gets the medical attention

she very badly needs.

You shoot yourself,
you're... gonna force my hand.

All right, come on.
Let's go.

Ooh, John,

I always wondered
if I'd see you again.

Sir.

Mein Fuhrer?

- Reichsmarschall.
- We have him.

What a marvelous surprise.

I sent you a transport.

I need you to join me
in the Poconos immediately.

Yes, Mein Fuhrer.

You okay?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Time to go.

This is it.
Mine Number Two.

Follow the main tunnel

along these lines,
just over a mile.

There. Uh, there.

This is where you're headed.

How will we know
when we're close?

Check your compass.
You'll know.

You take care down there.

Thank you.

Reichsmarschall.

- Willkommen.
- Mein Fuhrer.

Well, did you learn
anything useful from Tagomi?

The Japanese are aware

of the location
of this machine, sir.

And its purpose.

You don't think they're planning
to target Die Nebenwelt?

Tagomi made
no direct threats, sir.

The Japanese made no direct
threats before Pearl Harbor.

Which way?

We're getting close.

Yeah.

No.

Stronger here.

This way.

Mein Fuhrer.

Mengele.

Reichsmarschall.

Welcome.

The gateway to the multiverse.

This tunnel leads directly
to the center of the anomaly.

Our machine operates
symbiotically with it.

Allow me to demonstrate.

Home base,
stand by for activation.

Return the conveyor.

Conveyor engaged.

Um, may we take your weapons,
please?

Anything made of iron or steel.

Once fully opened, the gateway
produces an extreme

amount of magnetic energy.

Ready for activation.

Initiate Turbine One.

Turbine One initiated.

Cut your lights.

Help me.

Turbine One at 50%.

- Initiating Turbine Two.
- Mein Fuhrer.

Oscilloscopes are here
to focus, ja?

To aim.

Aim at what, exactly?

Parallel worlds, Mein Fuhrer.

Power levels stable, sir.

Turbine Two at 50%.

Fuhrer, you'll need these.

Test subjects
to control room. Repeat.

Test subjects to control room.

Test subjects are entering, sir.

Standing by, sir.

Jesus Christ.

Check.

We're in final sequencing.

Weapons
protocol in force. Repeat.

Weapons protocol in force.

Test subjects secure, sir.

Subject... number four.

Check.

Subject... number three.

Check.

Subject... number two.

Check.

Subject... number one.

Check.

Those poor bastards.

Vital signs reading.

All normal.

All systems
live and now ready.

Control room,
verify information.

All turbines are 50%, sir.

Engage the conveyor.

Conveyor initiated.

Attend to one of the anomalies

precisely 50 meters
down the track.

45 meters.

Forty-five.

40 meters.

Forty.

Turbines at 60%.

35 meters.

Thirty-five.

Sixty percent.

30 meters.

Thirty.

Eighty percent.

Twenty-five.

Fifty percent.

Ten meters.

Five, four, three,

two, one.

What the fuck just happened?

They opened the portal.

All subjects
have flatlined, sir.

Pull them out.

Reverse the conveyor.

I said reverse the conveyor.

I'm sorry, sir.
The gears are jammed.

It may be dangerous, my Fuhrer.

Recover the tags.

Bring it here.

Yeah.

Three dog tags.

The remains of three corpses

on the conveyor... not four.

One, sir,

the young woman...

She got through.

It's a limited success,
Mein Fuhrer.

Progress, nonetheless.

It's more than that,
it's a breakthrough.

Ja.

Now, we must accelerate
the number of tests

and expand their scale.

Right. Thank you,
Mein Fuhrer.

I want 100% success rate.

Close enough, at any rate,

to begin to march troops
through!

John.

Reopen the Texas pipelines.

Nothing must threaten
our Poconos project,

not Japan, nobody, nichts.

Mein Fuhrer.

We have to somehow

get explosives into that tunnel

when the fucking machine is on.

We could gas 'em.

Go down there with a bazooka
and then a rocket launcher.

That would cause
a chain reaction.

- What about detonation?
- Or a timer?

Move. Move.

There's someone
up there.

- Go! Go!
- Yes, sir.

We can't go down.

They saw us. Fuck.

Lights, lights.
Lights, lights, lights, lights.

Oh, that's not good.

Stay down! Stay down!

Cover and fire in two...

One...

Go!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Grenade!

No! Juliana! Juliana!

She's alive.

Kido-san.

Please, come in.

Would you like to sit down?

Have a drink?

Talk? Relax?

No. That is not why I am here.

I have arranged with Okami
to release you

from your servitude as hostess.

I understand.

I belong to you now, Kido-san.

No.

No, Gina, you are free.

Free to live the life you wish.

To assist you...

Arigato-gozaimasu.

What do you think you will do?

I suppose...

I'll leave San Francisco...

and head up north to Marysville,
rejoin my family.

They're farmers.

Just like your family.

When you come up north,
you'll call me.

We'll spend the day together.

Perhaps I will, Gina.

Perhaps.

Major, I'd like you
to pull up records

for the Signal Corps,
1942 to 1944.

All personnel involved
in the Pacific campaign.

Look for the names
"Hawthorne" and "Abendsen,"

anything similar,
including anagrams.

Reichsmarschall.

Give us a couple of minutes?

Hello, Juliana.

How are you feeling?

Does it matter?

You've been busy since
I last saw you.

That must've been
a hard thing to do.

Weren't you quite fond of him?

Once your Fuhrer
was through with him,

there was nothing left of the
Joe I was fond of, was there?

No, I understand.

You had no further use for him.

No, I'm not like you, John.

You've been quite useful
to me, Juliana.

But I'm afraid your usefulness
is just about to run out.

You have Abendsen.

Tracking your movements
was quite helpful

in apprehending him.

And Mrs. Abendsen.

So this little, uh, probe

that you all led
into the machine...

what exactly is it
you think you saw there?

Failure.

Great success is built
on failure.

Perhaps.

What is it that Himmler plans
to do with that machine, anyway?

Hmm? What's he gonna do?

Is he gonna try and roll tanks
through the portal

alongside the troops?

With no idea what they'll find
on the other side?

If they even get
to the other side?

Or have none of you
thought it through that far?

And, of course,
what you can't conquer,

you'll just destroy, won't you?

That's what we all have
to look forward to.

Just a future full
of endless worlds

conquered and destroyed
by fascists.

Wyatt Price...

and your other, uh,
confederates

at the Lackawanna,
I'm gonna need their names,

I'm gonna need
their descriptions.

Would you like to tell me now?

Have it your way.

You know, the night
Thomas came to see me...

it was heartbreaking
how ashamed he was.

Believing he'd let you down
by being less than perfect.

Telling him how much
you loved him just...

wasn't enough

to save him from the way
he was raised.

I can only imagine how
that must weigh on you.

Liam.

Nearly scared the crap
out of me.

Hello, Richie,

me old buddy.

How the fuck did you find me?

I asked an exterminator pal

where the cockroaches go to die
in this town.

He gave me your address.

When the fuck
did you slip into New York?

And why the fuck would you make
such a dumb fucking move?

Seem to have done well
for yourself

since you burned your uniform.

I buried it.

Raunchy, Richie.

I got my finger on the pulse.

What can I say?

I'm like a madam.

Protected by my clientele list.

You wouldn't believe

who my customers are.

Yeah, but interracial?

It's a nice, long stretch
in the reeducation camp

if you get caught
with that stuff.

Oh, is that why you came here,
to warn me?

- Or threaten me?
- Richie.

Bite your tongue.

I'm here out of nostalgia.

And...

And?

Well, the resistance burned out
in this town,

so organized crime

is my second-best bet.

Organized what?

Right.

You're an entrepreneur.

Give the people what they want.

And I got a whole list
of shit that I want.

And is it a threat...

...if we pay for it?

Old Mother Hubbard

lives in the river,
the river Euphrates.

Little Boy Blue, come blow...

Are we certain
he isn't speaking in code,

hoping to get word out somehow?

Cryptographers are analyzing it,
but no.

Nothing so far.

Let me hear a little better.

...The Star-Spangled Banner.

Hickory, dickory, dock,

Jehovah is my rock

in whom I take refuge.

Do not believe his addled act.

He's vital to the success
of Die Nebenwelt.

This man knows
a great many secrets.

I had a dream
the other night

and when everything was still...

For God so loved the world

that he gave
his only begotten son...

Tom.

Tom, the piper's son,

stole a pig,

and away did run.

Oh, don't let me interrupt you.

- I'm just trying to stay sane.
- Hmm.

How is she?

How's Caroline?

Oh, I think you know
that depends on you.

Abe Hawkes.

Yep, that's you, all right.

Changed a bit.

20 years. Haven't we all?

Army Pictorial Service.

An interest in movies
right from the start, I see.

Well, you're interested
in motion pictures, too,

aren't you, John?

I imagine
you've been given access

to Hitler's stash of the films.

I imagine you've watched
many of them.

And why would you imagine that?

Oh, I think you'd be compelled
to explore worlds

in which history... fate...

made out quite differently.

To study images of such worlds

would profoundly affect
a man like you.

How do you know
what sort of man I am?

Well, I don't think
we were ever friends,

exactly, but I do recall

a GI speaking
of a Lieutenant John Smith

in hushed tones.

Don't forget

we served on the same side.

You know,
it was a long time ago.

Yeah. You ever think back?

I wonder, do you ever
take yourself back to a time

before you switched sides?

All right, Abe.

I think that'll do for now.

And away did run.

Helen?

Bridget. Is Mrs. Smith not here?

No, sir. They left yesterday.

"They"?

Mrs. Smith and the girls.

A nurse came to the apartment.

What? Yesterday?

Some sort of mix-up, I suppose.

Mrs. Smith sent her away,
and then they left.

All right, Bridget. Thank you.

Did they, uh, happen to say
where they were going?

Mrs. Dawson's beach house.

Oh, yes, of course.

Hello?

Helen?

John,

where is your family?

I have sent them away
for a few days, Mein Fuhrer.

Helen was very tired.

Sends the wrong message

when a Reichsmarschall appears
at a public ceremony

without his family.

I'm particularly sad

that your children are not here

to witness this today.

You will get your house
in order.

Today...

is for you.

The generation born
since the end of the war.

A pure generation,

free from the decrepit
ideologies of the past.

You are the future.

You... are... the Reich.

But you must be vigilant.

The enemies of the Reich
are everywhere.

Those who would anchor you
to the past

must be eliminated
to make room for the new.

Today, we tear down the old.

Here is your Fuhrer's gift
to you...

a new beginning!

Jahr Null!

Reichsmarschall...

give the order.

Come in, Major.

Copy, Reichsmarschall.

Clear to target.

At long last,
her light goes out.

With the destruction of

this former icon,

the American Reich enters
a bold new era.

In downtown New York,
Nazi youths are pouring into

the streets to celebrate...

- Sick bastards.
- ...the destruction of liberty.

-Wyatt, it's time.
-In solidarity
with their Fuhrer,

they celebrate the beginning
of Jahr Null.

Blood and soil! Blood and soil!

Blood and soil!
Blood and soil...

We could not have hoped
for a more spectacular start

to Jahr Null.

Danke, Mein Fuhrer.

But for now, you are
being recalled to Berlin.

Is Miss Riefenstahl stepping
down from her post?

No.

Unfortunately,
your high-handed behavior,

your flouting all rules
and conventions...

Did you really believe
perversion had no price?

That club was raided
on my orders.

You are being sent back
to Berlin

for a course
of mandatory reeducation.

And what will happen to her?

Mrs. Harris' fate
is not your concern.

Is that really necessary?

Mein Fuhrer.

There's been an outbreak
of disturbances on the streets.

What sort of disturbances?

Young people throwing stones,

Molotov cocktails.

Seem to be targeting
schools and museums.

This is their night
to express their passions.

Sometimes a purge is essential.

Blood and soil! Blood and soil!

Blood and soil!
Blood and soil! Blood and soil!

Blood and soil!
Blood and soil!

Blood and soil! Blood and soil!
Blood and soil!

Blood and soil!
Blood and soil!

- Go home!
- You gotta go home!

Who do you think
you're talking to, old man?

Blood and soil!

- Don't you fucking touch me!
- That's right!

Blood and soil!
Blood and soil!

Heil Himmler.

The main branch of the public
library's been torched.

- Call the fire department.
- No, let it burn.

People need to be reminded
who to fear.

We should probably
get inside, sir.

Ah. Well,
you should have been

in Berlin
for the Kristallnacht, John.

It was beaut...

Hit.

Get him under cover, now!

Miss.

Miss. Let's go.

Where is it coming from?

Sir?

Northeast corner, open window.

Go! Go! Go!

Go!

Back! Get back!

-Get 'em open!
-Let's go.
-Come on.

Who's there?

- You made it.
- Yeah.

Come in.

Did you hear about Liberty?

Such a waste.

What I could have gotten
for that torch alone...

What is wrong with you?

Have you learned nothing
all this time?

Is everything a commodity,
Robert?

Are you that much better
than them?

They smash things,
you sell them.

Um... I'm beginning
to be offended.

And what makes it worse
is that you know the value

of all these
irreplaceable things.

Wait. Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

What are you, my conscience?

'Cause if I want a conscience,

I'd take Jiminy Cricket
over you

any day of the week
that ends in "Y."

Ed?

you should tell him.

When? How?

Kido caught up with him
outside of Denver,

so Jack and I have come home
to carry on.

Carry on?

I don't understand.

You've preserved
all these things.

Frank... he wanted us
to preserve our future.

So I'm asking you,

just for tonight
if you'll come with Jack and me

and help us
keep Frank's dream alive.

You want me to...?

Ed.

You...

Look at me.

I'm not...

I can't.

Come on, Ed.

We're wasting our time.

Wait.

Goddamn it.

Yes?

John.

Helen.

Where are you?
Are you okay?

Yeah. The-the girls and I...
we're safe.

That's... that's good.

Listen, you shouldn't have
run away from that nurse.

I wasn't running from a nurse.

I'm not...
I'm not angry with you.

I'm just...

You just...
you scared me, that's all.

Can you just come home?

Please? Can you just
bring the girls and come home?

I love you, John...

but I was running away from you.

You tie a bowline
over there, right?

I don't know
how to tie a bowline.

You ever tie your shoes?

All right, give me that.

I'm not a ranch hand.

Are-are we sure
this is straight?

I think you mean "even."

This is for you, Frank.

One, two,

- three, go.
- Go.

Looks great.

Ah, thank you.

It's amazing.

We need to go, now.

How is the Fuhrer, sir?

Still in surgery.

Cry, baby Bunting,

Daddy's gone a-hunting,

and cattle and fat sheep
can all be had for the raiding.

But a man's life-breath

cannot come back again.

I really can't stay,

but baby, it's cold outside.

I wondered when you'd be back.

You and I need to talk, Abe.

How's Caroline?

Still with us.

I need to see her.

Well, you're gonna
have to earn it.

My wife in trade
for "the secret"?

If I knew the first thing
about traveling,

do you think
I'd still be sitting here?

In a jumpsuit?

I assume you know about

the machine they're now testing?

Four people were sent
into a portal.

"Volunteers," I suppose?

Only one went through.

And the one
that went through was...?

Just an average girl,

far as I could see, couldn't
have been more than 18.

"Average." Hmm.

I wonder if her mother and
father felt the same way, no?

I think you'll find
this girl was quite unique.

If she was able
to enter a parallel world,

it's because she didn't
exist in it.

No.

No, you're lying to me.

- Some people exist
in both worlds.

Different versions,
but the same.

And they can travel, too,
I've seen it.

You mean, i-if one of them dies,
and leaves a space?

Yes, that's true.

But it all amounts
to the same thing, John.

Whatever plans you people have,
they won't work.

Last one.

Damn.

In my line of work,
I thought I'd seen everything.

Is that why you squirreled away
a copy for yourself?

Liam, pal, I never did that.

Just promise me

you'll make copies of your copy.

Keep the faith,
and spread the word.