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(inhales sharply)

(film projector
whirring, clicking)

♪ Edelweiss ♪

♪ Edelweiss ♪

♪ Every morning ♪

♪ You greet ♪

♪ Me ♪

♪ Small and white ♪

♪ Clean and bright ♪

♪ You look happy ♪

♪ To meet ♪

♪ Me ♪

♪ Blossom of snow ♪

♪ May you bloom ♪

♪ And grow ♪

♪ Bloom and grow ♪

♪ Forever ♪

♪ Edelweiss ♪

♪ Edelweiss ♪

♪ Bless my homeland ♪

♪ Forever. ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(elevator bell dings)

It's done.

Thank you. I just...

It was an accident, John.

I just went there
to talk to her.

I-I... I didn't mean...

She-she attacked me, and...

Oh, God, what have I done?

Nothing.

You've done nothing.

The Criminal Police
are going to investigate.

She interrupted a burglar.

Suspects will be arrested.

One of them will confess.

-Then it's done.
-No. 'Cause of the connection

between Thomas and Dr. Adler,

the SD are gonna
take an interest.

-Do you understand?
-Yes.

I need to think very clearly.

No mistakes, Helen.

Hoover's gonna be onto this,

and he's someone
we have to take very seriously.

-Yes, I know. I know.
-Don't do anything.

Don't talk to anyone
about Alice.

-I understand.
-And I'm sorry, Helen,

but you cannot continue
with Dr. Ryan,

not with things as they are.

I'm so sorry.

(crying):
I'm so very, very sorry, John.

I didn't...

I mean, she was my friend.

She was my friend.

Excuse me...

-You-you speak English?
-Oi.

Go away.

I'm very sorry.

I'm looking for a streetcar.

Oi!

Our orders.

"A lighter touch..."

Around the corner.

Two blocks, turn left.

Thank you.

♪ ♪

You.

Huh. Smith has sent you,
hasn't he?

That vengeful bastard.

You should've stayed loyal
to the Reich.

The old regime needed to go.

Heydrich and your father,

they understood that.

My father confessed his faults.

Renounced his conspiracy
against the Fuhrer.

Then your father

died a traitor.

(gasps, groans)

(gasping)

My father died a hero.

(door opens)

Reichsminister Goebbels
called me.

He held a private screening

of my film in Berlin
for the Reichsfuhrer

and a few close friends.

It went well.

Congratulations.

My uncle said that Himmler
went crazy over it.

I'll make sure
that everyone's aware

of Berlin's enthusiasm
for your film.

Reichsfuhrer also asked me

to start thinking
about a new project

that would involve you.

I'm all ears, schatzi.

Jahr null.

Year zero.

An experiment.

A reset.

A new America.

What's the angle?

Deprive people
of their national consciousness.

Dilute their national pride.

Do not teach their history.

So the Reichsfuhrer

wants to erase American history.

They don't have
that much of it, anyway.

When do we start?

This morning from Berlin.

Oh, by the way,
you will be joining us

this evening.

The trade minister
is hosting a reception.

(indistinct radio chatter)

Chief Inspector.

What do you have?

We recovered this weapon.

(bag zips)

It will be untraceable.

No serial number,
no fingerprints.

Also reports of a gaijin
in the vicinity.

White male, 25 to 30, slender.

Work up a sketch.

Hatt.

Nazis.

He was that important to them?

It was a provocation.

(projector whirring, clicking)

(whirring, clicking continues)

♪ ♪

(exhales shakily)

(echoing):
Halt.

I can remember.

♪ ♪

(breathing heavily)

Are you okay?

I was in a military vehicle,

and there were SS.

There was a road sign.

Lackawanna.
Coal mine number nine.

-Film doesn't show that.
-No, but I remember it.

Have you been there?

-Only in my memory.
-Like the memory

of my son.

And the world you never visited.

Yes.

The man in the film.
His name is...

his name is Joe Blake,

and he's a friend.

Was.

Do you have feelings for him?

I do.

Did.

We lost touch.
Last I heard, he was...

he was in Berlin
to see his father.

He's on the guest list.

Reception tonight.

Joseph Cinnadella.

Cinnadella?

The new junior trade attaché.

A spy.

That's what he was doing
for John Smith

when we met, but that
is not the man I got to know.

-Do you trust him?
-We helped each other.

We kept each other alive.

I should come to the reception.

Tagomi-san,

I want him to see me.

If he's still the man
that I knew,

-he will help us.
-Difficult. Dangerous.

-What if they find out
who you are? -They won't.

And we'll be meeting
for the first time.

MENGELE:
The Ahnenerbe Institute

will remain focused
on the sciences,

under my purview.

Reichsfuhrer Himmler
asked that I introduce you

to some of our
more immediate efforts

in advance of his visit.

The late Fuhrer's
entire film archive.

At your disposal,
with Himmler's compliments.

Yes, I watched some of these
in Berlin.

Surprising number of them

are insignificant
or counterfeit.

MENGELE: And many
are not so easily explained.

Events, outcomes that
cannot be dismissed as fake.

The late Fuhrer knew
these films, in the hands

of our enemies, could be
weaponized against the Reich.

One of the archival projects is
to sort, catalogue and segregate

the genuine from the ersatz.

The Reichsfuhrer has entrusted
this task to you.

Me? Not Rockwell?

Just you, Oberstgruppenfuhrer.

The films are part of several
interrelated research projects.

Our coordinated efforts will
separate truth from noise.

(phone ringing,
indistinct chatter)

(beep, indistinct female voice
over P.A.)

(beep, door whooshes open)

(soft, rhythmic beeping)

(door whooshes shut)

Who is she?

Fatima Hassan,

a film courier.

A courier?

Why isn't she in SS custody?

Research, Oberstgruppenfuhrer.

We believe she came here
from... another world.

What we've come to regard
as a "traveler."

(high-pitched static, beeping)

I... I don't understand.

The Fatima Hassan from our world

had a fatal reaction

during clinical research
on abnormal skin pigmentation.

Yes, I, uh...

I keep records of my research,
Oberstgruppenfuhrer.

See?

So you're saying that...

what, different versions of us

exist in other worlds?

Precisely.

Across the multiverse.

She's living proof.

Same fingerprints,
same individual,

who has somehow learned
to traverse the astral plane.

(beep, door whooshes open)

She had this film with her
when she was apprehended.

Put that aside.
I should, uh...

I should probably
take some of these with me.

(beep, door whooshes open)

Well, I have
to say this is, uh...

like something out
of Fredric Brown, Doctor.

Still theoretical,
but we are making progress.

Our physicists and engineers
are working on mechanical means

of travel to other worlds.

Let me show you
the rest of the...

(Mengele's voice,
beeping distort, fade)

(traditional Japanese music
plays)

(heels click)

Good to see you again,
Tagomi-san.

Ambassador Weber, welcome.

Our new attaché from New York--
Joseph Cinnadella.

It's a pleasure to meet you,
Trade Minister.

What a lovely building this is.

TAGOMI:
Thank you, Ambassador.

Yes, though it is nothing

in comparison to the splendor
of your embassy...

(indistinct chatter)

-(jazz playing)
-Good to see you. Welcome.

Nice of you to come tonight.

MAN: I'm enjoying this evening
very much.

WOMAN:
Could I see one more cocktail?

WOMAN 2:
Would you like some company?

MAN:
Yes, please.

(indistinct chatter)

Taii-dono.

Thank you again for meeting me.

Okami.

I apologize
for the long delay.

No need.

I hope you are fully recovered
from your injuries.

I am... fully recovered.

It is unhealthy to leave
certain matters unresolved.

We start
with a blank slate, yes?

A new beginning.

(sighs)

Good.

MAN:
That was for Hamamoto?

-WOMAN: Hamamoto, that's right.
-Right.

MAN:
Here you go.

(sighs)

(indistinct chatter)

MAN:
Yes, ma'am.

Kido-san.

Everything all right?

Ah.

MAN:
Here you are, sir.

I saw you talking to the Yakuza.

-The new boss.
-Hmm.

Okami.

The Wolf.

And he is getting hungry.

Since Taishi's death,
things have... been uncertain.

And with the embargo,

he knows
there is money to be made.

I need to persuade him
to work with us.

So that's a good thing.
Business as usual.

Business as usual.

(sighs)

What's bothering you tonight?

I've never seen you like this.

Sumimasen.

Perhaps
they should not have come.

Who?

My family.

I was...

resolved.

No, Kido-san... you were not.

You've been lonely
for as long as I've known you.

I go.

Please... come lie down.

Until you feel better.

MAN:
Have a good time.

No.

(indistinct chatter, traditional
Japanese music playing)

Mr. Cinnadella.

Very nice to meet you.

Excuse me.

Walk with me.

So you're the new trade attaché.

I am.

And you're coming from New York?

Yes.

Not Berlin?

I was in Berlin
before I returned to New York.

I see.

I'm here dealing
with the oil crisis.

What brings you here?

I'm a guest
of the trade minister.

-What's your connection?
-Why do you ask?

Just curious.

I used to work for him.

And now?

He asked me here because
I've spent time in the GNR.

I see.

The trade minister--
what's he like?

I have to work with him.

Well, to understand him, you'd
have to understand the Japanese.

Well, with your knowledge,
maybe you can teach me.

Maybe.

(whispers):
Juliana.

(whispers):
Not here.

You'll excuse me.

Arigatoh-gozaimasu.

-Good night, Ambassador.
-(chuckles)

Thank you for your hospitality,
Trade Minister.

We have much to talk about.
Tomorrow?

I'll clear my schedule.

I'll be in touch.

-Good night.
-Good night.

Is he still the man you knew?

I don't know.

(elevator bell dings)

SMITH:
Helen?

Hugo sent over a few dresses
for this evening.

I'm not sure which to wear.

Oh. Bridget can help you
pick something out.

I don't want to go, John.

We don't have a choice, Helen.

Berlin supports this film.

Now it's Reich propaganda.

-Oh, God.
-(sighs)

Is Dr. Mengele going
to be there tonight?

Why?

Can you ask him to find out
exactly what happened to Thomas?

No. No, Helen.

-Please.
-No. Helen.

No.

Thomas... died...

with conviction.

A strong, fine young man.

A hero.

That's what happened to him.

(birds squawking)

-WOMAN: I...
-(wind whistling)

I...

I'm so sorry.

Excuse me.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

(boat horn blows)

Do you miss Japan?

(birds screeching)

Mm. Have you been?

I planned to go.

(boat horn blows)

With my husband.

He was Japanese?

Mm, Tai-i in the Navy.

Stationed over at Pearl Harbor
when we first met.

Ah, war hero.

Are you married?

(birds screeching)

Was.

Deceased.

I'm sorry.

Recently?

Oh.

(birds screeching)

(paint brush clinking)

Beautiful.

It's yours.

I've been waiting
to meet someone who

actually likes my art.

Thank you.

I will treasure it.

(chuckles)

I am glad.

♪ ♪

What can I get you, señor?

Uh, Campari and soda.

(chuckles)
Cam-Campari?

What do you have on draft?

Beer.

I'll have a beer.

25 yen.

I'll take the same.

Pacific States, huh?

Yeah.

Vacation?

Uh, work.

-You?
-Same.

Yeah. Scrap metal.

Ah.

-Fascinating.
-No.

No, it is not. But... (chuckles)
...puts bread on the table.

Thanks.

You?

What's your line?

Rare American artifacts.

My partner and I, we're on
an extended buying expedition

for my shop.

Where's your shop?

San Francisco.

Yeah, me, too.

Oh.

So, how's it, uh...

-how's it going?
-Well,

there are some treasures
in the Neutral Zone.

We just purchased
some exceptionally fine

estate items the other day.

Refugees from the Reich,

if you know what I mean.

Well, there's a lot of refugees
from the Reich, right?

Judaica.

You, um...

You run across a lot of that?

It's dicey.

It's verboten in the Reich,
of course,

which means
it's incredibly expensive.

Just the blackest
of black markets.

Hmm.

What about the Pacific States?

Oh, Pons couldn't care less.

They just want real Americana.

-Right.
-Rockwell.

Norman, not... George Lincoln.

(chuckles)

Did you just come from the city?

-Yeah.
-How are things?

Well, the reprisals
have stopped.

Finally.

Oh, that's good to know.

Is it safe to go back?

-I'm dying to...
-For the time being.

So, where-where's your shop?

It's downtown.
It's on, um, Geary Street.

(car horns honking)

TAGOMI:
We consider this

undeclared embargo
a deliberate and hostile act.

This is not an embargo,
Trade Minister.

Let me assure you,
we're doing everything we can

to restore the normal delivery
of petroleum.

The United States
tried to do this to us.

You would do well to remember
Pearl Harbor, Mr. Cinnadella.

-Is that a threat?
-No.

Historical fact.

We are not a vassal state.

This embargo is an act of war.

Please convey this
to Oberstgruppenfuhrer Smith.

Not the ambassador?

Good day, Mr. Cinnadella.

(doors open)

(doors slide shut)

What troubles you, Kotomichi?

I worry Chief Inspector Kido
may suspect the worst.

Your connection to Miss Crain.

Her friendship
with this Nazi spy.

I'm aware of the risks,
Kotomichi.

Arigato.

-(clicks heels)
-Yes, sir.

("Sing, Sing, Sing" playing)

(indistinct chatter)

Pleasure.

(speaking indistinctly)

-WOMAN: Oh, look, she's here!
-WOMAN 2: She's here.

-Ah. Pleasure, Ms. Dormer.
-Thank you.

(indistinct chatter)

-I hear wonderful things. Billy.
-Thank you.

Fraulein, stop it.
You look wonderful.

Exquisite, don't you think?

Quite.

Nicole Dormer, Thelma Harris,

tastemaker and columnist
for the Reich Herald.

Pleasure to meet you.

I love your column.

Oh, thank you, darling.

I've been dying to meet you.

Mm, mwah.
You look absolutely gorgeous.

Your necklace is exquisite. Who?

-Chanel.
-Oh, Coco's a dear friend.

Nicole, this is my husband,
Wayne Harris.

Miss Dormer,
the star of the evening.

-(chuckles) -And after tonight,
the talk of the town.

Let's hope so.

I'll make certain of that.

Now, at some point,
I'd like to do something bigger

than an article
in my Reich Herald column.

Something deeper.

-More personal.
-Sounds wonderful.

TURNER: We have something big
from Berlin. It's exciting.

I'll coordinate through
my office when it's ready.

THELMA:
Delightful.

Let me show you around.
Do you mind?

-Of course not. -You mind
if we take a stroll, love?

You two have fun.

Let me introduce you

to Manhattan's swankiest
and sexiest.

(indistinct chatter)

John. A pleasure to see you.

How are you?
You remember the Schafers.

How are you? Yes, yeah.

-Pleasure, huh?
-Good.

(indistinct chatter)

I love you.

Oberstgruppenfuhrer Smith.

Um, Miss Nicole Dormer.

It's an honor to meet you.

Excuse me.

Sorry, she's not feeling well.

I hope it's nothing serious.

I hear great things
about your film from Berlin.

Hopefully you like it.

Thelma.

Put this in your follow-up.

Alice Adler was murdered.

Burglary.

An arrest has been made.

An unemployed house painter
and career criminal.

Of course. Thank you.

Pardon me.

ROCKWELL:
Oberstgruppenfuhrer Smith.

Reichsmarschall.

Good news from San Francisco.

Diels was the last
of the Heydrich-Heusmann Gang.

Yes, I heard. Well done.

Yes.

You should've told us you'd
located Hawthorne Abendsen.

Could've helped you
bring him in.

Well, Hoover's on the hunt.

Won't be long now.

I hear
your adjutant has gone missing.

What happened to him,
do you think?

Did he defect, I wonder?

Erich Raeder
would never do that.

I would have said the same thing
about Oliver Diels.

Well, if you need our help,

don't hesitate to ask.

Very generous.

Oh, I understand an arrest

has been made
in the Alice Adler murder.

Yes, I heard.
Suspect had Dr. Adler's watch.

What a tragedy.

Such a distinguished family.

Both husband and wife...
murdered.

Dr. Adler wasn't murdered,
Reichsmarschall.

He had a heart attack.

Of course.

I don't know
where these stories come from.

♪ ♪

NICOLE (on film): But it is
among Thomas' own generation,

among his fellow classmates,
that he is most honored.

♪ ♪

YOUNG WOMAN (on film):
I loved Thomas.

I did. (sniffles)

You know, ever since I met him
in the second grade,

he was always talking
about the future.

His plans.

Everything
that he dreamed about doing

to make the Reich
an even better place.

NICOLE (on film):
Thomas spoke about the future.

Did he ever talk
about his father?

YOUNG WOMAN:
All the time.

Thomas idolized him.

NICOLE: Oberstgruppenfuhrer
Smith is one

of the American Reich's
most decorated soldiers.

And just last fall,

Smith was honored
by Reichsfuhrer Himmler

for saving the life
from the traitor Heusmann.

ALL:
Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil

NICOLE: At this time
of Smith's greatest triumph,

his son Thomas
was walking to his death.

At the ceremony
at Thomas Smith's high school,

I witnessed
an astonishing moment.

A boy

with a dream in his heart.

NICOLE:
Thomas' younger sister, Amy,

instinctively stood
to salute her brother.

Child after child
followed suit.

♪ ♪

And I wondered,

what kind of man
inspired such devotion

and passion in his children?

ALL:
Sieg Heil!

MAN (on film):
That man, John Smith.

He bears a responsibility
of being father to children

and father
to the entire nation.

It's that immense

and that simple.

♪ ♪

(applause)

Let's have lunch tomorrow.

HOOVER: It is my belief that
Smith eliminated the Adlers

to cover up
his family's genetic defect.

Anything else?

Helen Smith.

Inebriated in public at
two recent high-profile events.

She is, without question,
a liability.

Conduct unbecoming the wife
of an officer of Smith's rank.

Document all of it.

Report any new developments
directly to me.

SMITH:
How are you feeling?

(sighs heavily)

Ashamed.

After everything you said about
Hoover and not making mistakes,

-and I...
-Listen, Helen,

the drinking, the pills--
you got to...

you got to lay off it
for a while,

-at least until we're past
this thing, you know? -Uh...

(sighs)

How do we get past this thing,

John? I...

He is everywhere.

This glorified phony version
of him.

Of-of our son.

(sighs)

You know, you never told me
what you thought of it.

The film.

It sickens me.

All of it.

What they're doing to us.

But we can use this.

We can use it
to protect our girls.

How?

(exhales)

This film's a trial balloon.

They're grooming me
to become Reichsmarschall.

John, that's...

I know. I know.

This is our best chance
to survive.

As a family.

Rockwell, he'll do anything
to stay in power,

protect his position.
And Hoover...

I have no illusions
about-about Hoover.

No, he'll go with whoever
he thinks will come out on top.

But...

John?

They may have made a move
on Erich Raeder.

He's not sick. He's missing.

Missing? I don't,
I don't understand. W-Why?

So I need you to...

just... focus on the family.

For now.

Focus on yourself.

Can you do that for me?

Good.

NICOLE:
Leni's an influence,

but I see things differently.

She captured the old world.

My vision is more...

What next? Where are we?
Where are we going?

You're ambitious.

And...?

I like that.

I'm the same.

And what do you want?

Discretion.

What about your husband?

(laughing):
Wayne?

He knows.

He has his friends,
and... I have mine.

I wondered, when I met him.

It suits us both.

Well, I'd like to be
your friend.

I hope so.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Don't do something
like that again.

All right, all right.
What's this about?

(laughs) Are you some kind of
Jew lover?

(scoffs) What?

That guy you were talking to
at the bar.

You asked him about buying
some Jew shit.

Oh, n-n-n-no, no!
No, I was gonna turn

the fucking leech in
when I got back

-to the Pacific States.
-Didn't sound like it.

What do you know about Jews
in the Zone?

Wait a minute, you're...

-you're looking for Jews?
-Yeah.

Heard there's a whole nest
of 'em up in the mountains.

Well, I-I heard rumors, but...

Mm-hmm.

You heard of Saint Theresa's?

Yeah, they're customers of mine.

That's where we're going.

Why?

Hell, they're all Catholics.

'Cause I heard they hide Jews.

Let's go.

(engine starts)

ED:
I like it here.

I want to see more of it.

Santa Fe,

Mexico, maybe.

Sounds like you caught
the gypsy fever.

I just want to make this last.

Nobody cares here, Ed.

I'm sorry, I'm not used to that.

What's it like there?

It's not so bad, really, as long
as you don't flaunt it.

It's not like the Reich.

The Pons really don't care
what you do,

as long as it's in private.

I mean, it's still tough, but...

Bobby.

Please.

Do you mind giving us a moment?

No, that's all right.

I gotta flood the gulch.

It's time to go home.

But I'm not ready.

I'd like to stay
a few more days.

Ah. All right.

How about another half hour?

That should give you enough time
for a proper good-bye.

What's the rush?

It's time. Reprisals are over.

We can go home.

But I'm not ready.

All right.

Things need tending to.

Your grandfather, my shop.

And, generally speaking,
civilization.

There's freedom here.

The kind I've never felt before.

You don't have to worry about
what other people think.

And it's good for you, too.

What? How so?

No Pons to impress.

I'm leaving tomorrow morning.

It's your choice.

(soldier shouts)

(speaking Japanese)

(shouting in Japanese)

(speaks Japanese)

(man screaming)

(grunts)

Surrender! Don't move!

-You're the criminal priest
Hagan. -(panting)

(knocking at door)

(quietly):
Come in.

How did you find me?

I thought you were dead.

Why?

'Cause Smith lied to me.

He led me to believe it until
he wanted something from me.

You're the reason
he kept me close.

Yeah.

Sit down.

(sighs)

I went looking for you.

I thought you'd be there.

What happened?
Why did you go to Berlin?

My father. He ordered me to.

Ordered to?

Who is he?

Um, Martin Heusmann.

Is your father?

Wasn't he executed?

For treason.

I was arrested alongside
of him.

I've spent the last six months
in prison.

I had no idea.

I was forced to denounce
my father.

Pledge my loyalty to the Reich.

Himmler let me live.

Pardoned by Himmler, himself?

How much re-education
did you have to swallow?

Enough to keep me alive.

I know what this looks like.

-Do you? -I was in a dark
fucking place, Juliana.

You have no idea
what I went through.

No. I know that I watched you
walk into that room

in uniform, though.

Embodying everything
that I fucking feared.

What, you're gonna judge me
on one moment?

It's not one moment, Joe.
I put you on a boat to Mexico.

Next thing I know, you've
climbed the ranks in Berlin.

I had no choice.

You know who I am
better than anyone.

-That was then. -Oh, God.
None of that's changed.

-It's just a fucking job.
-(sighs)

It doesn't define who I am.

Juliana, you gave me hope, okay?

That is why I never gave up.

Please...

You believed in me once.

Us meeting again
is not a coincidence.

Then what is it?

Trust me.

What's wrong?

I just... um...

Nothing.

I don't want you to worry

about the Pons
or about the Reich.

The Pons aren't going to last.

The future is the Reich
and the Reich is the future.

Juliana... we can be on
the right side of history.

You and me.

(projector whirring, clicking)

(exhales sharply)

Ah.

(projector whirring, clicking)

(distorted conversation)

Halt.

It's okay. Trust me.

(gasps)

I have a meeting I must attend.

I know where they are.

They're in the Poconos,
in Pennsylvania.

The light, it has a sound.

It's like this mechanical sound.
Like-like it's a machine.

-From your memory?
-I think all these films

are connected to this film,
to this one film.

To this thing.

And I need Joe.

I need him to help me find out

what's inside that mine.

(water dripping)

Tell him what you told me
about the Resistance.

(electricity crackling,
screaming)

(gasping)

Hagan, what can you tell me
about the Resistance?

(panting)

(indistinct whispering)

My ears...

have never stopped ringing
since that day.

Say it again.

Frank...

Frink...

is alive.