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Here is everything we know.

We are losing this war against the Witness,

and we have but one hope:

a weapon forged for us by those who understand time best...

Primaries,

somewhere, some-when in the ancient past.

And they have given us a clue,

a riddle to find it.

"Climb the steps, ring the bell."

And now we know

what this bell is.

Die Glocke.

Discovered by the Ahnenerbe,

a pseudoscience division of the SS.

It came into possession of one man,

Sturmbannfuhrer Friedrich Waesch.

This man was desperate

to improve his station in life.

This particular manor was seized by Waesch

during the occupation for the specific purpose

of exhibiting artifacts collected by the Ahnenerbe,

He held a gala,

our only documented stopping-point of the Glocke,

from its unknown origin to its appearance here in 1940.

Hidden from history after, from this gala

to our own altercation in 1966.

It is gone.

So get it here or never.

Infiltrating this gala

will be the most difficult mission

we've ever dared to endeavor.

To underestimate this evil

was what allowed it to take root in the first place.

Make no mistake,

to retrieve this weapon,

to destroy the Witness,

we need to descend into hell.

Each of us has a role to play here.

Stick to it, no matter what.

We all know what we're jumping into.

Mission comes first, each other last.

No matter what, we get the bell.

Katarina?

Jones?

The neurological effects of the splinter radiation.

You're deteriorating.

I will see the end of this.

Initiate the sequence.

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Who are the guests at this gala?

German expats,

French socialites sympathetic to the Nazis,

anyone willing to lick the boots of the SS

in hopes of saving their own asses.

We're gonna need one hell of a cover.

- We can't just crash this. - Not crash.

Host.

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Katarina...

They will shoot you right there and then.

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There has to be another way.

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Holy shit.

You've got some balls on you, Jones.

There.

What does it say?

"Forged by Nordic craftsmen of the Aryan tradition."

Damn, it's a decorative piece.

This is not a weapon.

These are all artifacts.

How are we going to find a Glocke

if we don't know what it looks like?

Welcome back from America.

Thank you.

How wise they have been to remain neutral.

These are excavated artifacts from the Ahnenerbe.

What do you think, Frau von Heinrich?

I'm not impressed.

Our Aryan heritage and superiorities

are our greatest weapon.

I don't see anything here

worthy of the resources gifted to you.

If these items do not impress, Frau von Heinrich,

there's one en route that certainly will.

After this afternoon's entertainment,

perhaps...

you shall be my guest to witness for yourself.

Gladly.

The bell isn't here yet.

We need to tell Cole.

Excusez-moi?

Ms. Goines, how's your French?

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Listen, Jennifer, we need to get a message to Cole:

The bell isn't here yet.

Maybe he can get it before it gets in.

Posing as a member of the staff,

you can gain access to

the inner workings of the manor.

You can be our go-between, relay information,

should there be an issue with locating the bell.

Go take Castle Wolfenstein on your own.

- Ms. Goines... - Oh, World War I P.O.W. here, okay?

No offense, but Germans? Been there, done that.

Nazi-phobia.

Jennifer...

That's me.

Okay...

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Ugh!

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Bon?

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- But hang on... - What the...

This language thing works for you and Jennifer, but not me.

What if someone tries to talk to me?

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Just say "Oui."

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That's it? Oui?

Oui.

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Monsieur?

Okay, Jonesy and Cassie are in, but the bell's not here yet.

It's on its way.

Speak of the devil.

All right, make sure everyone's ready, in case I can't get it.

Au contraire, mon frère.

Surprise, I invited myself to the party.

- God damn it. - You and I,

we have a lot of catching up to do.

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Don't suppose you speak German.

Oui.

Whoa!

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You deserve that. Piece of shit.

It was your plan that was shit.

What, you were just gonna walk up to the truck and grab it?

Shut your mouth, you goddamn turncoat.

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Jones...

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Katarina...

What is it?

We have to apprehend the bell ourselves.

I believe they've captured Mr. Cole,

Ms. Goines...

Stay here.

Cassie!

Are you all right?

Cole's outside, looking for the bell.

- There was a truck. - We think they've got him.

- We need to go find him. - What? Wait, no!

You heard what he said. The mission comes first.

I'm not doing this again.

No, we have to find the bell, and we have to find it fast,

because we've got a way bigger problem.

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Mm-hm, come here.

That was dumb.

Bucket list.

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Nice knowing you, asshole.

For the record,

I never switched sides, you gullible shit.

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No, no, no!

Please, don't shoot!

We just want the bell, nothing else.

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Oh, jeez.

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You're French Resistance.

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Why are you here?

To cut off the head of the snake.

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We're all running out of time here.

Someone will find us and kill us.

Listen, you wanna kill Hitler?

That's awesome.

Totally down with that.

- We just want... - Die Glocke.

This gala is only a cover for it.

Waesch wants to unveil it to the Fuhrer himself.

It is why he's here.

He calls it a source of power,

a key to some kind of weapon.

They say it radiates a type of unknown energy.

You do whatever you want.

We just need it.

What's it gonna be?

7:00, after the entertainment, uh, performance,

they will lead the Fuhrer to see Die Glocke,

somewhere below here.

That is when they'll be crushed

under the weight of this entire chateau.

The bomb.

You want your bell?

You have until then to get it.

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What are you doing?

Wait, put your coat back on.

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Don't do that. Don't, no.

Can we just go back to the punching? 'Cause...

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Heil...

Hitler.

Aah!

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Hitler!

Hitler!

Aah!

Hey, Scarface...

Talk.

Ever since you left me behind,

I have been helping you assholes.

Yeah? What about Elliot Jones?

If they caught him, he would have finished Titan,

and trust me, that is the last thing you want.

Olivia's playing a long game,

and she is going to win, because you suck at it.

I don't.

Why the hell would she trust you?

'Cause she sees in me that special something

only another evil shit can.

- I'm just bad. - Good point.

You had it too, when we first met,

so that you could live to fight another day.

James...

hate me if you want,

but you got one chance left.

Like it or not, it's me.

Jones...

Jonesey?

It's me.

I can't stand you...

but I don't hate you.

Whoa, what the hell are you doing?

I may be 16 kinds of asshole, but...

I ain't a freaking Nazi.

- Yeah! - Jesus...

Yep, yep, yep!

♪ Off we go into the wild blue yonder ♪

Okay!

The Fuhrer is here!

That... will... do it!

West 7?

You gotta let it go.

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Sieg heil!

That's gotta be it.

- How many rounds you got? - Eight.

Two more mags.

There is a side door.

No, there's too many. We can't take 'em.

Let's go regroup, find the others.

How is she?

She's not here.

Hannah?

Mother...

Hannah, are you here?

No...

No, I sent her away.

Jonesy, can you hear me?

It's okay.

It's okay.

Sometimes, I lose myself in here too.

Here?

Here.

But I know a way out.

It's like a Nintendo cheat, okay?

It's easy. I can help you.

All you have to do

is find the thing that doesn't fit.

Yeah.

- Okay. - Yeah.

There. Good.

Now, you accept

the other thing that doesn't fit:

You.

Boing!

It's okay.

It's okay.

What happened?

Where's the bell?

James?

Things have gotten complicated.

Is that...

It ain't Chaplin.

Hey. It's me. I'm okay.

James.

Oh, man.

- What are you doing? - Family meeting.

Deacon!

- Jones, hey... - You killed Elliot.

I kept you in the game, Jones.

Look, Elliot is dead now,

but double down, reset time,

and you and him and your daughter

will be arguing about dishes in the sink,

while me and my brother open a bar,

and we raise a glass to the people

we didn't have to kill to get there.

Katarina...

it's okay.

It's okay.

Deacon has a plan.

We can get the bell.

- Where is it? - It's below in the tunnels.

Then we need to move. We only have 15 minutes.

What happens in 15 minutes?

What?

We need more time. Gotta stop that bomb.

Uh, you wanna save Hitler?

That's the opposite of what you do with a time machine.

We need the bell.

- We have to split up. - Good idea.

All right, Cassie and me will get the bell,

you find the bomb in the serving cart,

and you go back to Jones, make sure Waesch doesn't bring

Hitler and the SS below before he has to.

Oh, is that all?

Mein Fuhrer...

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Madame Magnifique?

Madame Magnifique?

There goes the entertainment.

Shit!

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♪ Ah-ah ah oh ♪

♪ Ah-ah ah-ah oh ♪

♪ Check it out, going out on the late night ♪

♪ Looking tight, feeling nice it's a cock fight ♪

♪ I can tell, I just know that it's going down ♪

♪ Tonight ♪

♪ At the bar we don't wait 'cause we know them ♪

♪ At the bar six shots just beginning ♪

♪ That's when dick head put his hands on me ♪

♪ But you see ♪

♪ I'm not here for your entertainment ♪

♪ You don't really wanna mess with me tonight ♪

♪ Just stop and take a second ♪

♪ I was fine before you walked into my life ♪

♪ 'Cause you know it's over ♪

♪ Before it began ♪

♪ Keep your drink just give me the money ♪

♪ It's just you and your hand tonight ♪

♪ Midnight, I'm drunk I don't give a aah ♪

♪ Wanna dance by myself guess you're out of luck ♪

♪ Don't touch, back up ♪

♪ I'm not the one ♪

♪ Uh buh-bye auf wiedersehen ♪

♪ Listen up, it's just not happening ♪

Even if we do this,

we might not both make it though.

I know.

♪ A-ight? ♪

♪ I'm not here for your entertainment ♪

♪ You don't really wanna mess with me tonight ♪

We need a distraction.

You got something in mind?

I saw a kinky boudoir upstairs.

♪ You know it's over ♪

♪ Before it began ♪

♪ Keep your drink just give me the money ♪

♪ It's just you and your hand tonight ♪

Break. Break it down.

♪ You're in the corner with your boys ♪

♪ You bet 'em 5 bucks ♪

♪ You get the girl that just walked in ♪

♪ But she thinks you suck ♪

♪ You didn't get all dressed up just for you to see ♪

♪ So quit spilling your drinks on me ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

You know who you are, high-fiving, talking scheisse!

But you're going home alone, aren't ya?

♪ I'm not here for your entertainment ♪

♪ You don't really wanna mess with me tonight ♪

♪ Just stop and take a second ♪

♪ But you know it's over ♪

♪ Before it began ♪

♪ Keep your drink just give me the money ♪

♪ It's just you and your hand tonight ♪

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Merde!

Sounds like a bell to me.

No. We gotta leave the case.

Right.

- Oh, wait! - Get out of my way!

Oh, no, no, no.

Finish this.

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Let's boogie.

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We gotta get out of here.

Can you drive one of those things?

Let's find out.

Guys... did...

Did we just save Hitler?

Maybe not.

Is this what I think it is?

Jawohl.

- Wanna unmake history? - Is that a detonator?

- Yup. - Ms. Goines, you have no idea

what impact that could have on the timeline.

Boop!

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Mr. Shaw...

- Where's the weapon? - In the lobby.

Excellent choice.

This... is no weapon.

Maybe they switched it.

Maybe it never was a weapon.

Send me back... earlier....

to when the seller could've gotten the real thing.

Do not return empty-handed.

That's when I realized there was a chance

you all could get the real thing.

It seems the timeline hasn't deviated much,

despite your... interference.

Come on...

We had to.

What happens to you if you do not return to Titan?

Oh, they have a tether in me.

I'm on borrowed time.

When I return empty-handed,

that's all she wrote.

If you and I were to accept

the inevitability of death,

that would give us a distinct advantage,

wouldn't it?

It would.

What are you cooking up?

Here...

There's another message from your Primaries.

"1491,

Hertfordshire, England."

Another clue.

No. It's an invitation.

I bet that's where we find them... Primaries.

The sound it makes, that ringing...

It's, um, made of bronze,

but its properties have altered somehow.

And it's charged with some kind of energy.

I'm not sure if this is the weapon.

Or the key to one.

Well, everything points to us going back to 1491,

so we know what comes next.

Our machine doesn't have that kind of range.

We cannot extend a tether that far.

Leave that to me.

If you would permit me a toast?

We may not have all of the answers we seek...

But tonight,

we have each other,

and that, in this moment...

is enough.

There's something

I would like to read...

Suitable to the occasion

and more capable of sentiment than I.

"No man is an island,

entire of itself.

Each is a piece of the continent,

a part of the main"...

"If a cloud be washed away by the sea,

Europe is the less"...

"Each man's death...

diminishes me"...

"For I am involved in mankind"...

"Therefore...

send not to know.

For whom the bell tolls"...

You came back empty-handed.

Not exactly.

"It tolls...

for thee."

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