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(thunder crashing)

(phonograph powers up)

(slow ragtime jazz playing)

(mechanical creaking)

(chimes tinkling)

(thunder crashes)

(speaking German):

(air hisses)

(metallic creaking)

(distant thunder crashes)

(gasping)

(chains rattling)

(men speaking German)

(men speaking German)

(men speaking German)

(screaming)

(chains rattling)

(squeaking)

(man screaming)

(screaming)

Guten tag, Herr Marshak.

(gasping)

(sighs heavily)

(big band music playing
on radio)

(knocking on door)

Who is it?

MAN:
Mr. Cook?

Yeah. Who are you?

A war buddy of
Jack Marshak's.

Oh.

May I come in?

Hell, yeah.

Any friend of Marshak's
is welcome in this house.

Would you like a cold one?

No, thank you.

Where did you know Jack?

Oh, we spent some time
together at Belburg.

Oh, "Hell's Toilet." Yeah.

I was one of the guys
liberated it, you know.

Yeah. I know.

You don't look old enough
to be a WWII vet.

Let's just say
I've been well-preserved.

Is this your unit?

Yeah. Yeah.

Seven guys from
five countries.

Crack commandos.

We captured this
Nazi scientist.

He was doing
experiments on POWs.

Horst Mueller.

Ah, we should have killed
that evil bastard.

Guys like that don't deserve
to live, even in prison.

That's me there.

The good-looking one.

Bet you can't
pick out Marshak.

That's right.

That's him.

You know he got a medal
that night?

Really?
Yeah.

That's me and Shaw,
Caruthers, Ivanovitch,

Simpson and Frenchy Leroux.

Not many of us left.

No, there aren't.

(choking gasps)

(raspy gasping)

(sharp crack)

(speaking German):

(cuckoo clock sounding)

(bell clanks, door closes)

Reporting for duty,
Captain Marshak.

Present and
accounted for, sir.

Shaw.

Simpson.

You old bastard.

(laughing)

It's been a
lot of years.

Been a long time, Captain.

We should be meeting
under better circumstances.

You ready for the funeral?

I'm not going.

Why not?

I just don't want to.

Jack, when we shot our way
into Belburg,

it was Lefty led us in.

If it wasn't for him...

Look, I don't want
to go, all right?

Jack, you got to.
Why?

What good is it going to do
seeing Lefty in his coffin?

Jack, we're getting old.

All we can do
for each other now

is to see that
we get buried right.

Here's to you, Lefty.

What's that stuff,
lighter fluid?

It's the same stuff we
drank in the foxhole.

You going soft on me?

Why would anyone
kill Lefty?

Or Caruthers.

Caruthers?

Yeah, somebody
murdered him, too.

How?

I don't know.

Jack, what
are you doing?

My God. Look
at this wound.

Jack, He's been strangled.

for God's sake.

MAN (on radio):
No, you can't, my friend,
but you can't be bullied either.

Maybe, if we made an example of
one of these tin-pot dictators,

took his country away from him,

people might not be so quick
to make trouble for us.

What a jerk.

Makes you wonder
why we fought the big one.

Hmm. Kind of makes you
think, though. Hmm.

Hey, I'm not saying
we should go in

and blow these little countries
off the map,

but we sure as hell deserve

a lot more respect
than we're getting.

(radio continues playing
indistinctly)

Come on, Jack.
Let's do some drinking.

This is supposed
to be a wake.

Didn't Lefty have a 20
game season in Triple A?

Only problem is,
it was three and 17.

To hear him tell it,

he would have made
the world forget Cy Young.

I just called the
Veterans Administration.

Ivanovitch and Leroux
are dead as well.

I want to know
if they were murdered, too.

Barbed wire is how
the Butcher killed.

Jack, the Butcher is dead.

I dreamt about him the night
that Lefty was strangled.

A week hasn't passed

where I haven't had a
nightmare about the war.

This was real.

I was back there about to die.

(loud thud)
JACK:
Oh, God...

Where am I sleeping?

Don't be ridiculous.
I'll be fine.

You need a friend
around you, Marshak.

I can stay a few days.

Shaw...

Look, you're not getting rid of
me until you shake this thing.

Micki and Ryan
are out of town.

So take Micki's room, it's
at the head of the stairs.

Don't be so damn
morose, Jack.

We all die sometime.

We don't all get
murdered, do we?

Let's get some shut-eye.

A few days with me and
you'll be out of the dumps.

Shaw, thanks.

I hope you still feel
the same way tomorrow

because you're gonna have
a hell of a hangover.

(chuckles)

(whistling "Lili Marlene")

Simpson...

(chains rattling)

(speaking German):

(man groaning)

(screaming)

(screaming)

(gasping)

(panicked screaming)

Easy, Jack, easy.

Easy.

You were screaming like
someone was killing you.

Jack Marshak, yes.

Ah, thank you.

(cuckoo clock sounding)

Who was that?

Courier from the
Veterans Administration.

Coffee's over there
if you want it.

Oh, my God.

What is it?

Ivanovitch and Leroux were
both murdered in Europe.

And they were strangled,
just like Lefty and Caruthers.

I can't believe it.

When did this happen?

Within the year.

All since I've been
having these dreams.

Oh, snap out of it, Jack.

Mueller's rotting in
some German jail

and Rausch is dead.

I wish I could
believe it.

Mueller was experimenting
with reanimation, Shaw.

The bodies in that lab that
were cryogenically frozen.

What are you saying?

That he froze Rausch
before we captured him?

He had time.

Don't be ridiculous!

Stranger things
have happened.

Not in my lifetime.

Just listen to
yourself, Jack.

Nobody comes back
from the dead.

Now, I don't know
who's doing this,

but it's not some
phantom from our past.

MAN:
You can't sterilize people
because they're mentally ill.

Sterilizing people
in mental hospitals

is an American idea,
my friend.

It was very popular
before World War II.

Are you suggesting to me
that American doctors

would do something like
that without giving it
a lot of thought?

Well, no, but that
doesn't make it right.

Of course they thought about it.

And so should you.

And while you're at it,

why don't you think about
those people out there

spreading sexual diseases.

Maybe it would stop them.

Hey, don't get me onto
that subject, Karl.

Well, I'm going to...

tomorrow night.

(lively theme music playing)
That's all the time we have.

Tomorrow, an epidemic
is sweeping across the land.

A disease without a cure.

I want to know what
you'd do to stop it.

Think about it, and tomorrow
I'll tell you my solution.

This is Karl Stiener.

Thank you for listening,
America.

You have the uncanny ability
to make the most radical ideas

sound acceptable
to the common man.

You make it sound as
if I'm trying to deceive them.

People aren't that stupid.

The reason they tune me in is
because I tell them the truth.

You've become a major
influence over the past year,

yet people seem to know
very little about you.

Tell me about your past.

I'm much more
interested in the future.

You're on the cover of
Newsmaker this month.

And they're saying that your
days in radio are numbered--

that your future
is in politics.

MUELLER:
Rausch.

Let's just say I intend
to keep reaching

the citizens of this
country with my message.

(speaking German):

You'll have to excuse me.

One more thing, Karl,
just what is your message?

We must restore this country
to a position of power.

Let the weak, the lazy,
the uneducated

get out of the way.

(door opens then closes)

(toilet flushing)

MUELLER:
Nein!

Jack, you're making me nervous.

You should be nervous.
He's trying to kill us.

The Butcher isn't hunting us.
He can't be.

All right, then you tell
me what's happening.

Look, I'll admit
that Mueller

was into some
pretty weird things.

But he didn't know how
to raise the dead.

I wouldn't be too sure.

I haven't opened this
since the war.

What the hell is
this stuff?

Things I collected
in Europe.

This...

is Mueller's diary.

Diary?

Look at that.

It's just a swastika.

Yes, but the surrounding circle
makes it a symbol

for the Thule Society.

Come again?

The Thule Society
was an ancient Teutonic group

of alchemists and warlocks.

They believed they could grant
ten centuries of life.

You're not making any sense.

I'm trying to tell you that
Mueller used Thule secrets

to bring Rausch back to life.

Do you expect me
to believe that?

Look, Jack, you need
some sleep, right now.

I'm phoning Simpson.

He should be with us.

Good idea.

He may talk some sense into you.

(engine starting)

ANNOUNCER:
You are listening
to a re-broadcast

of The Karl Stiener Show.

No phone calls please.

RAUSCH:
Karl Stiener. What do you think?

MAN:
I think you're a racist pig.

RAUSCH:
Listen, I don't have
anything against anybody

if they're productive.

But let's face it,
some people use

aspiring to impossible heights
as an excuse to go on welfare.

They think "If I can't be
Kareem Abdul-Jabbar,

I'll sell crack
till I get a break."
What an idiot.

MAN:
You know something?

If this conversation
was in person,

I'd be real tempted
to rearrange your face.

(sharp crack)

Should have been here
two hours ago.

Where the hell is he?

(phone ringing)

Curious Goods. Marshak.

Oh, God.

(indistinct radio transmissions)

(camera shutter clicks)

We found him slumped
over the wheel of his car.

We think he was strangled
with a piece of piano wire.

We're still trying
to figure out

what caused these
puncture marks.

Barbed wire.

Could be.

(whistling "Lili Marlene")

Rausch can't be alive.

It isn't possible.

You'd be surprised at the
things that are possible.

The Thule Society was feared
throughout Medieval Europe,

very powerful wizards

said to have
learned their secrets

from the ancient Norse gods.

Jack, I can't believe this
sort of thing can happen.

I can, and it did.

They infused their powers
in silver amulets

which could seek out
their enemies,

communicate over great distances

and raise the dead.

Rausch would have been
an ideal candidate.

He was one of
Hitler's favorites--

an intelligent...

dangerous,
powerful man.

And Mueller has such an amulet?

Yes, he does.

But he's been

in prison since the night
we grabbed him.

There's no way that Mueller

could resurrect Rausch
without it.

So he got it, or
someone got it for him.

Overseas operator?

I want to place a
call to West Germany.

Yes, to the warden

of the Allied Military
Prison in Berlin.

Thank you, I'll hold.

RAUSCH:
I know it isn't a very popular
view to hold these days,

but, uh, the simple
facts of life are

that this country's being
held back by deadbeats

living on welfare, food stamps
and Medicare handouts.

The people who work for a living
are being bled dry.

MAN:
You're right, Karl.

You're absolutely right.

You know, I paid
a fortune in taxes this year

and what did I get for it?
I ask you.

MUELLER:

MAN:
...buying yachts,
while people in this country...

WARDEN:
Of course, Herr Mueller
is in custody, Mr. Marshak,

but regulations
strictly forbid him

receiving phone calls
or uncensored mail.

Warden, I've got
to speak to him.

Then you'll have to come here.

Okay, then I'll be
on the next plane.

Jack, you're in
no shape to...

Yeah, well...
When can I see him?

Whenever you arrive,

but you will need
a security clearance.

It has been required
since his escape.

Mueller escaped?

A year ago.

He got across the wall,

but the East German police
caught him the next day.

Oh, my God.

Why aren't you ready?

The plane leaves
in just over an hour.

I saw enough of
Germany in '45.

I'm not going.

You can't stay here
by yourself.

I never ran away
from anybody, Jack.

I'm not starting now.

We're not running away.

We're staying together
until this thing's over.

Look, if you're alone,
he has a chance

of picking you off,
just like he did the others.

I'm not going.

Well, then you'll be
a sitting duck.

Lefty and Simpson didn't
know what hit them.

I'll be watching
for the bastard.

This...

saw me through Europe.

Keep it close.

Here.

Don't worry, Jack.

I can take
care of myself.

Yeah.

You're the only troops
that I've got now.

Got a plane to catch.

(door opens, bell jingles)

These are in
order, Mr. Marshak.

All right.

Please have a seat.

I'll get a guard to escort
you to Herr Mueller's cell.

Ja, bitte schön.

♪ ♪

(chains rattling)

(man laughing softly)

(gasping)

(man laughing softly)

(loud bang, men shouting)

(automatic gunfire)

(Jack yelling angrily)

(gasping)

(automatic gunfire continues)

(men shouting)

(chains rattling)

(Rausch choking)

(automatic gunfire)

JACK:
Die, you bastard!

(sighs)

(gasps)

Oh, my God.

Hey, yeah, yeah.

Can you, uh, give me
an overseas operator, please.

(phone ringing)

(gasps)

(choking gasps)

(phone ringing)

(phone ringing)

(footfalls receding)

(chuckles)

(German accent):
I've been expecting you.

I'm so glad you
could make it.

Why are you killing
my friends?

Your friends are dying
halfway across the world.

What have I got
to do with it?

Where's the Butcher?

Isn't he in
his grave?

You know damn
well he isn't.

Mmm...

How can that be?

You killed him,
didn't you?

Isn't that why they gave
you all those medals?

I killed him,
all right.

You brought him back.

You don't
look rested.

Are you having trouble sleeping?

Too many... unsettling dreams?

What's it like
to be hunted, Jack?

What's it like to know that he's
after you even in your dreams?

Why did you bring him back?

For the Reich to be reborn.

Rausch will fail
in his mission.

Shaw will be
waiting for him.

Your friend is
already dead, Jack.

You're lying.

You fell asleep a few
moments ago, didn't you?

You bastard.

You don't know how happy I am

to share this moment
with you.

I'll kill you, Mueller!

45 years
I've waited for this day.

Now everyone who put me in here
is dead,

except you, Jack.

I wanted you saved for the last.

Go on, Jack.

Take it to him.

He's been waiting to meet
you for a very long time.

We were the master race,

burying the weak,

the purposeless,
the malformed...

purifying the world!

We are still the master race!

We will rise again!

(gloating laugh)

(bell jingling)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(whispers):
Rausch, it's you.

MAN:
I'm telling you, Karl,
I've had enough.

I think we should
put every one of these

on a slow boat to China.

When the boat arrives,
nuke China.

That may not be such a bad idea.

Thank you for calling.

(switch clicks)

Karl Stiener.
You're on the air.

WOMAN:
Right on, Karl.

Damn it, I'm mad, and I want
to do something about it,

just like you.

I'm behind you, man.

(switch clicks)

Karl Stiener.

You're on the air.

MAN #2:
Well, you're absolutely right

on this issue, Karl.

Hey, these bleeding hearts
are killing us.

Maybe we better, uh,
start killing them.

(switch clicks)

JACK:

TECHNICIAN:
Mr. Stiener.

Something wrong?

Karl! Karl!

(switch clicks)

Well, uh, looks like
I'm out of time.

As you know,
this is my last broadcast.

Now, some of you may have heard

that I'm throwing my hat
into the political arena.

Well, that's true.

So you and I are
gonna keep on talking,

only not on the radio.

I'm gonna need your help
for what I have planned.

And I think you know
what that is.

I know what you're thinking.

This is Karl Stiener.

Thank you for listening,
America.

(lively theme music playing)

(distant, echoey):
Reporting for duty, Captain.

All present
and accounted for.

(distant, echoey):
You old bastard.

(glass shatters)

Pull yourself together, man.

(ticking)

(clock bell tolls)

(distant rumbling)

(chains rattling)

(men shouting)

(automatic gunfire)

(gasps)

(glass shattering)

Damn it.

RAUSCH:
I've waited half a century
to spill your blood,

Marshak.

You have
something I want.

Give it to me now,

and I promise you
a quick death.

(straining)

(groaning)

Now I am
invincible.

At last, the amulet is complete.

Go ahead.

♪ ♪

You can't escape me, Marshak.

I have a thousand years
to find you.

(gagging)

(laughing)

You can't kill me, Marshak!

I'm immortal!

(laughing)

(screams)

(straining)

(labored breathing)

SIMPSON:
We're getting old, Jack.

All we can do
for each other now

is to see that
we get buried right.

MUELLER:
We were the master race,

burying the weak,
the purposeless,

the malformed,
purifying the world.

We are still the master race!

We will rise again!

We are the master race!

We will rise again!

We are the master race!

We will rise again!

We are the master race!

We will rise again!