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Let's wrap this up.

The fuck? It's light, Mingus.

- Wyatt?
- Oh, yeah, didn't you hear?

The, uh, the bottom's dropped
out of the market.

Yeah, the Zone is, uh,
is heaving with Zed.

And you got home cooking
to compete with.

They're undercutting
your fella now.

- The hell they are.
- Look, that's...

that's more than fair.
I'll be taking a bath as it is.

Don't do me any favors.
Give it back.

Come on. Deal's a deal.

That's right.

And you're light.

Well. Make it up
to you next time.

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

Mingus, you know
I'm your only buyer.

What are you gonna do?

I'll be back next month.

Take all the penicillin
you can get, ditto the morphine.

Mingus, he's playing us
for fools, man.

Hey, hey, hey, get out there.

I'm-a charge you
extra next time.

Sure expect you to.

You are an asshole.

Oh, hey, Jones?

Fuck off, will you?

Hello.

Is Liam there?

Who's calling?

Tell him Santa Fe.

Hang on. I'll see.

Thanks.

Thought you'd lost my number.

I need a favor.

Kido-tai.

Cinnadella checked in
several days ago.

Paid a week in advance. A spy.

Obviously.

- Witnesses?
- Not yet.

- The registry?
- Full of false names.

This is a love hotel,
pay by the hour.

I am aware.
What was he doing here?

Sir?

Why would he hide his activities
from his own embassy?

Locate the prostitutes that
frequent this establishment.

Bring them in for questioning.

Hatt.

Thank you for coming.

- You all right?
- I'm fine. Can you get this

to Trade Minister Tagomi
at the Nippon Building, please?

So, that's the urgent matter you
couldn't discuss on the phone?

Deliver a package?

- It's really important.
- No, no, no, no.

I'm not your errand boy.

I'm not gonna do
anything for you

until you tell me
what's going on.

It's just better
that you don't know.

Then it's better
you ask somebody else.

Wait. Please, I don't have
anybody else to ask.

All right, I'm in
a lot of fucking trouble.

I need to get out of town,

and I can't go
until this is delivered.

If I do it myself, I'll
be arrested and killed. Please.

Morning, ladies.

Good morning, Reichsmarschall.

Acting Reichsmarschall.

It's not official
till I'm sworn in.

- That's not what they're saying
on the news. -Well...

for now, "Father"
will do just fine.

Where's Bridget?

Under the weather.

I'm afraid you'll have to put up
with my cooking today.

I think you're
a great cook, Mom.

Yes, the eggs were delicious.

Thank you, Jennifer.
Thank you, Amy.

It's getting late. Go brush
your teeth, get your books.

It's fine. I'll get those.

It's like old times.

Hmm.

I thought I'd take the girls
shopping after school.

Get them some new dresses
for the ceremony.

- That's nice. They'd love that.
- Mm-hmm.

You don't feel you have to.
I mean, if you're not up to it,

we can get something
sent to the house.

No, I-I think I'm up for it.

- Don't you have Dr. Ryan today?
- I do.

I can manage.

Excuse me.

The eggs are delicious.

Yes?

Good morning, Reichsmarschall.

Who is this?

It's Dr. Mengele.

You expressed an interest

in questioning Fatima Hassan.

Yes.

This morning I am bringing her
out of her coma.

Well, thank you
for letting me know.

I passed a girl

in the hallway.

Had you seen her before?

No. She wasn't a working girl.

Is that unusual?

Not exactly a place you bring
your wife or girlfriend.

It's why I remembered her.

Describe her.

Uh, white.

Late 20s maybe.

Um, dark brown hair.

Pretty.

Demeanor?

I don't know.

She seemed distracted.

Do you recognize
any of these women?

Yeah. Her.

Miss Hassan.

There's no need to panic.

No one's gonna hurt you.

You're safe.

You must be cold.

Do you know where you are?

Nazis.

That's correct.

Where are you from?

I know you're not from here.

When you were, uh, apprehended,

you had a film

in your possession.

Can you tell me
how you got that?

Who gave it to you?

Miss Hassan?

Stand aside, Reichsmarschall.

Please.

Give me another, please.

Thank you
for coming so promptly.

How may I help you, Inspector?

Joseph Cinnadella is dead.

Murdered.

What? How?

Someone slit his throat.

In a rabu hoteru.

He doesn't strike me

as a, a man who would frequent
such an establishment.

- This will cause a diplomatic
uproar. -That is why

I wanted you to know
as soon as possible.

Robbery and murder.

That is the obvious explanation.

So you are questioning
prostitutes?

When is the last time you saw
Juliana Crain?

A few days ago. Why?

A witness...

A prostitute... saw her

outside his room last night.

I went to her motel

and found blood in her bathroom.

Miss Crain has disappeared.

Perhaps the witness
was mistaken.

Your relationship
with this woman...

is perplexing.

Why did you invite Miss Crain
to engage Mr. Cinnadella

at your reception?

They had
a previous relationship.

She was attempting to gain
information on the oil crisis.

And what information
did she acquire?

Nothing.

I will file a full report
with the admiral.

If you hear from her,
you will contact me immediately.

Yes?

Sir, Chief Inspector Kido

is on the line.

All right, put him through.

Chief Inspector,
what can I do for you?

I have some bad news,
Reichsmarschall.

I'm listening.

How you feeling today?

Mmm, more myself.

And what's that?

Uh, a good wife...

a good mother.

Happy.

- I made breakfast this morning
for my family. -Wow.

It's important to feel useful,
needed.

Yeah.

While you're in this frame
of mind, why don't you

share another memory of Thomas?

Um, something from childhood.

Oh.

Yeah. Wh-When I gave birth
to Jennifer,

um, oh, I was so anxious.

It was... for three whole years,
it was just me and Thomas,

my-my sweet, baby boy.

Life was perfect.

I didn't know how
he would react.

- How did he react?
- Uh, I came home

from the hospital.

John brought Thomas
into the nursery.

Thomas didn't even look at me.

He walked right over
to the crib.

He peeked over the railing
to see his sister.

Oh. He turned to us
and-and he said,

"Look. It's my baby."

That's a lovely memory.

I was also relieved that
John and I, we could finally...

Sorry.

What's so funny?

Mm.

Uh, well, it's a rather
embarrassing admission.

I...

I was going to say
make love again.

Well, there's nothing
embarrassing about that.

It's... perfectly normal.

I assure you,

most married couples
feel the same.

Hmm.

You believe
the story of a prostitute?

No, I don't.

Then you think the Japanese
killed him in retribution?

- For Diels and Wexler?
- I think it unlikely, sir,

they would, uh, risk
the diplomatic repercussions

- of doing so.
- Still, they reap the benefits,

don't they?

Wexler's files were valuable.

We must assume
they have them back now.

Yes, Reichsfuhrer.

Why did the Japanese call you?

They must think that Josef
was your man, not mine.

I don't know.

I'm sending Director Hoover
down to the JPS

to... try to get
to the bottom of this.

I leave things in your hands,
Reichsmarschall.

Ja, Mein Fuhrer.

Excuse me, sir.

This package was left for you

at the reception desk.

By?

One of the Chinese
delivery boys.

Arigato, Kotomichi.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

We'll gas up.

If the border crossing's open

and normal,

then we'll chance it.

And if it's not?

Then we'll wing it.

No.

Damn it.

Maybe there's some gas

in that rust bucket over there
we can siphon.

Kempeitai.

What are you doing here?

Looking for gas.

Trespassing.

This station is closed.

Where are you going?

The border.

Border's closed.

Show us your papers.

Nah, that's all right.
We'll just...

We'll turn around.

Your papers.

Oi.

Hai.

Stand against the truck.

Come on.

- Now!
- Hey!

Shut up!

What's this?

Protection,
for the Neutral Zone.

Juliana!

So, tell me
there's another way across.

There's
always another way across.

You've done this before.

Oh, yeah.

You were working
with the scientist Wexler,

were you not?

Yes, a sensitive project.

Synthetic oil.

These documents
are highly classified

Kempeitai files.

Where did you get them?

They were brought to me.

Is it possible they were in
the possession of the Nazi spy

at the time of his death?

Possibly, yes.

Whoever killed him appears

to have prevented
an attempt on your life.

Tell me, Trade Minister,

why would the Nazis
want you dead?

A provocation. Revenge.

A warning.

So, any number of reasons.

Let me ask you something,
Chief Inspector.

What are you going to do
about the traitor in your midst?

I didn't hear you come in.

No, I, uh...

Well, how was your day?

Well, I took the girls shopping.

I got them
the most adorable blue dresses.

So you didn't need Bridget?

Mm-mm.

She wasn't really sick, was she?

You gave her the day off?

I may have done.

Thank you.

It wasn't just for you.

Hmm?

The way things are going...

with everything...

I need you.

I'm aware of the pressure
that you're facing, John.

I am.

Joe's dead, Helen.

He was killed in San Francisco.

Oh, my God.

Oh, John, I'm so sorry.

That's not all.

It was Joe

that killed Erich Raeder.

What? No.

- I don't believe that...
- He was under orders

from the Reichsfuhrer.

Despite everything I did
to... try to protect him,

Himmler felt that, uh...

that he was
a potential liability.

A liability to who? To him?

To me.

To me, Helen.

He's got plans for me.

He's made it clear

that there is to be
no margin of error.

Nothing to threaten my standing
in the Party.

Nothing.

So, I'm glad you...

had a good day.

It's important
you continue to have them.

A most astute analysis.

Yes, of course, the film,
it-it's patently absurd.

Baka-gété-masu.

Stagecoach, it-it's not history,

it's a-a powerful example
of American self-delusion.

And John Wayne was, perhaps,

the greatest emblem
of that mentality.

You may recall the scene
in which he-he leaped down

from his seat, landing between
two rows of runaway horses?

- Best scene.
- Yeah.

Risking life and limb,

all for the sake of crafting
a-a mythical Wild West

in-in the American mind.

Stuntman.

I'm sorry?

Stuntman.

Ah.

But, sir, if I may,
you're mistaken.

Uh, John Wayne was, himself,
a stuntman.

Americans insisted that their,
their screen heroes

do their own stunts,

risk their lives

in the pursuit of an illusion.

It's truly rare
to find an object of such, um,

intriguing historical
contradiction.

So? How much did you get?

Enough to get home.

Good.

So this calls for a celebration.

And I happen to know that
there's a high-caliber bottle

of Kenbishi tucked
just behind the bar.

Kenbishi?

To you.

Safe journey home.

Bobby.

Nice to see you
spreading your wings.

Eddie.

Hey, a moment. Um, I called in
about a case of red wine.

- Okay. -So, can you go see
if you guys have that?

Is it Ed... Ed McCarthy?

Mr. Sampson?

Hi.

Um...

God, it is so good to see you.

You, too.

Uh, well, hello again.

You didn't tell me
you knew Ed McCarthy.

The thought would
never occur to me.

Um, Ed, could-could I talk
to you about something?

- Yeah, sure.
- Just-just... yeah.

Right here, come...
Just come on in here.

I, um, Ed, I-I've, uh,
I've got some news.

And it's important
that you don't react.

At all.

Okay.

Frank is alive.

How much farther?

I think we crossed
a couple miles back.

Why didn't you say anything?

Well, I, uh...

didn't want
to celebrate prematurely.

Thanks for getting me out.

Here.

Here.

Drink this.

Come on.

What have I done?

You did what you had to do.

I killed a man once.

How do you live with that?

I don't know.

It changes you.

But you go on.

You have to, Juliana.

You know, you, uh, handled
yourself pretty well back there.

Take it that's not the first...
time you've killed someone.

The silence of bad memories.

After the war, I joined up
with the Rebel American Army.

As good a group of lost causers

as you're ever gonna meet.

You remind me
of being with them.

Do you still have connections?

Well, the RAA became
the Resistance.

Some of them.

- Not you?
- Well...

I did my best.

Why?

I don't know, there's somebody
I'd like to find.

I don't know where he is,
or if he's even still alive.

Do you have his name?

Why are you helping me?

'Cause good dance partners
are hard to find.

Ambassador Weber gave me

a full briefing on Mr.
Cinnadella's activities here.

Sanctioned by your government.

No, no.

Both Diels and Wexler
were traitors.

And under our protection.

Well, nevertheless,

from our point of view,
the scales are balanced.

And any further retribution,
well...

that would be regrettable.

That is not for me to decide.

I understand, Inspector.

But Reichsfuhrer Himmler?

You see, he's eager

to close the books
on this investigation.

Put this whole mess behind us.

We will be sure
to keep you apprised

as the investigation continues.

Much appreciated,
Chief Inspector.

Thank you for your time.

How long will you be our guest?

Well, that depends now,
doesn't it?

I do know Mr. Cinnadella
was not here

just to assassinate
Nazi defectors.

He had other targets.

Japanese targets.

The scales are not balanced,
Director.

Well, I suspected Juliana Crain

was with Joe Cinnadella
the night he died.

The Kempeitai has the Yakuza

searching the Neutral Zone
for her.

I trust our people
will find her first?

Well, that would be the idea.

Honestly, though,
I don't think the Kempeitai

is that interested
in catching his killer.

Why's that?

Apparently, Mr. Cinnadella

was also targeting an important
Japanese official.

At the Fuhrer's behest.

The Reichsfuhrer must have
his reasons.

I'm sure of that.

But it does make for awkward
conversations with the Pons.

I'm sure you can keep the matter
from escalating.

Of course.

Make yourself at home.

Ah, fuck it.

You're a drug dealer?

I make people feel better.

That's noble.

What is it?

Zed.

It's an amphetamine.

Stimulant. Listen.

Wait here, yeah?

Give me a little time.

Got a broom?

Just stay inside.

Try to get some rest.

I'll put some feelers out,

see if I can find Lem for you.

Hey, Liam.

Thanks.

♪ ♪

Uh, hey.

I'll be up in a minute.

Don't take too long now.

Bye, Bob.

Enjoy Denver.

I'm actually going on a trip
with Mr. Sampson.

Oh, where?

Where?

All right.

I'm gonna tell you something.

But I need you to promise
not to say anything to anyone.

I am a paragon of discretion.

He's taking me to see Frank.

- Frank. Frank Frink?
- Shh.

He's alive?

I don't know,
that's what he says.

He says he's at
some Catholic community

up in the mountains,
less than a day away.

So I have to go.

Well...

give Mr. Frink my regards.

I will.

Come here.

You take care of yourself.

You, too.

Wyatt? Wyatt, are you there?

Oh, shit.

You the one looking for me?

Look, I need to find Hawthorne.

Hawthorne doesn't want
to be found.

Put the goddamn gun away.

I got hold of some intelligence,
okay?

- Major Nazi operation.
- Okay, tell me what it is.

- I will get the message to him.
- No, no, no. He's gonna want

to see me in person. Please.

Hey.

Who you looking for now?

'Cause there's plenty of folks
out there looking for you.

Yakuza's flashing your photo
all over town.

SD, too.

For fuck's sake, Juliana.

I brought you this far.

I think it's time you tell me
what the hell's going on.

Ever heard
of the Man in the High Castle?

Yeah, of course.

Well, he's who I need
to talk to.

Hey, uh, uh, Ed, would-would
you mind hanging back a sec?

Sure.

Say, Frank?

Yeah?

Hey, I, uh...
I brought a friend to see you.

Who?

Well, yeah, I, I ran into him
back in-in-in Denver.

Ed McCarthy.

Ed is...
Well, he's here?

Well, you couldn't have checked
with me first?

Well, I-I mean, I-I was there

and then he was there, and so,
you know, I figured that...

You know,
he-he wanted to see you.

Yeah, but I-I don't know if,
uh...

Look, I'm not... I'm not ready.

Frank?

It's all right.

It doesn't hurt.

You're back.

Ed, I'm so sorry.

Is that yours?

What? Uh... this?

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

It's amazing.

Hai, nanika?

Close the door.

Something has come
to my attention.

Perhaps you can explain this.

♪ ♪

Hi. Help you find something?

Yeah, is the, uh, owner here?

- Huh?
- Your boss,

Hawthorne Abendsen.

- Mr. Abendsen's not my boss.
- But I am.

Uh, Jory,

would you break down the boxes
in the storage room, please?

Go on, get.

I didn't expect
to see you so soon.

I know.

Listen, I've got something
Hawthorne needs to see.

Oh, well,
he's not here right now.

Can we wait?

Well, yeah, of course.

Uh, I'll make you some tea.

Thank you.

Um... did Trudy...?

She did.

I knew she would.

Well...

Hey. It's good to see you.

Uh, one night...

uh, they'd, uh... they'd run out
of... of morphine,

so I couldn't sleep,
couldn't move.

You know, lying in the back
of this old bus,

all wrapped in gauze.

Yeah. It was agony.

Here you go.

Then, suddenly,
I felt this, um, warmth on my...

you know, my face and arm.
Light.

And the pain just left,
all of it,

all at once for a minute or two.

And I open my eyes,
look out the window.

And it was the sun coming up.

It's ironic, I know,
"rising sun," but...

Yeah, it was...
it was euphoric. It...

You know, it saved me.

I painted it
as soon as I could move.

It's funny. I always thought
it was the sunset.

- You did?
- Yeah.

- I've seen it all over Denver.
- Yeah. Mark says, uh,

it's all down the West Coast,
and... and all the way to Baja.

That's because
it means something to people.

- Ah, no. -That's quite
an accomplishment, Frank.

I just wanted to redeem myself.

Anyway, seemed like helping
the Resistance was the only way

to make any sense out
of what was left of my life.

It was a mistake.

And you... you tried to tell me.

Ed, I killed people.

I killed people directly.

And I got them killed after,
too.

You know, the Japs' reprisals
were, uh, were terrible.

You can't blame yourself
for that.

Yeah, I can.

And I-I do.

Not everything's your fault,
Frank.

God, you haven't changed.

I'm glad you're here.

Me, too.

So, are you gonna help me
get ready?

Yeah. It'd be my honor.

Good. Now come on.
Let's eat.

You ever find Juliana?

No, I didn't.

I don't know where she is.

Yeah.

- Helen?
- Hmm.

You help?

Cords.

Wow. You look dashing, John.

Dashing?
That'll be the day.

You are the most dashing man
I know.

You always have been.

Yeah.

There.

Perfect.

Reichsmarschall
of North America.

Can you believe it?

It's not like other promotions,
Helen.

The ground isn't solid.

Well, I'm right here.

I'm not going anywhere.

That's good to know.

Today

I give you
a new Reichsmarschall!

A man
whose steadfast leadership,

strength of character,
and unwavering loyalty

to the Party have proven him fit

to hold the highest office
in North America.

I swear this sacred oath:

that I shall render
unconditional obedience

to Heinrich Himmler,

the Fuhrer of the German Reich
and the people,

supreme commander
of the armed forces,

and that in my honorable duties
as Reichsmarschall

of North America,
I vow obedience

to the death.

Ba-r'chu et a-do-nai
ha-m'vo-rach.

Ba-ruch et a-do-nai ha-m'vo-rach

léolam va-éd.

A wise woman once told me

our destinies are written
in the stars.

I was a failing chicken farmer.

And then I met the Fuhrer.

Like me,

you must learn
to embrace the new role

that fate has handed you.

I knew some
of Frank's family for years.

And we've all suffered loss.

Hmm? Everybody here.

And the-the question
I think we each struggle with...

I know I do... is:

how do we live
with our own survival?

How do we make use of this life
that we still have?

Now, Frank bears the scars
of that question.

But-but the Frank
I know today has taught me

the importance
of our traditions.

They hold the pain and joy

of 5,000 years.

Today marks the beginning

of Jahr Null,

Year Zero.

This will become
the beating heart...

When we connect
to the past, Hashem speaks.

And it tells us how to survive.

We will do

away with the old.

Today, history ends!

And the future

begins!

Sieg heil!

Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Sieg heil!

Sieg heil! Sieg heil!
Sieg heil! Sieg heil!

Sieg heil! Sieg heil!
Sieg heil! Sieg heil!