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TURNER: We're expecting a crowd
in the hundreds of thousands.

SMITH: I have to say,
I'm a little concerned

about public safety, Mr. Turner.

As are we, Reichsmarschall.

Our best pilots have been
training for weeks.

Mock exercises
in the Bay of Fundy.

I expect it to go off
without a hitch.

- (film clicking)
- SMITH: Mein Fuhrer, I believe

Ms. Dormer has something else
she'd like to show you.

NICOLE: As we prepare for
the Jahr null celebrations,

we're adding something
that will delight you.

A surprise.

I like surprises.

♪ ♪

(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. ♪

(film projector clicking)

(people muttering)

♪ ♪

MAN: "Different worlds"? Ha.

What horseshit.

FRANK: Give her a chance to explain.

I know it's hard to imagine,
but it's-it's not a trick.

What good is dreaming
about different worlds?

This is the best of all possible
worlds, right here.

It's not.

The film proves that.

Look, this place and this world
will not last

if we don't change it
for the better.

It's only a matter of time;
It will get worse.

There's nothing
we can do about that.

It is in God's hands.

It's in our hands.

(people muttering)

That's why I showed you this film,

so we could learn from that world

and apply it to this one.

The fascists can be beaten.

It's real, isn't it?

It's possible.

Yeah. Yeah, it's real.

Well, I'm sorry.

But you, uh...

you have to admit that that
is a difficult thing to believe.

Right?

And you still don't.

I'd love to... but no, I don't.

ZUCKEREYCK: I believe you.

I believe the film.

Thank you.

ZUCKEREYCK: I'm a physicist,
not an engineer.

This is what lab fabricators
call a build-ready blueprint.

They're building it.

I know they are.

Nazis.

Yeah.

Well, whatever it is, it's massive,

and it uses an enormous
amount of energy,

enough to light up a small city.

FRANK: Well, what do you
make of it, Doctor?

It's a quantum transfer device.

A machine to travel
between worlds.

I mean, physicists
have been working

along these lines for years.

I had no idea the Nazis
were so close.

Y-You don't happen
to know where, do you?

A tunnel.

A mine shaft in the mountains.

Makes sense.

You'd want to situate it
near a quantum anomaly,

where the membrane
is the thinnest, but you'd also

want it underground,
in case of accident.

FRANK: Well, what would happen?

ZUCKEREYCK: The potential explosive yield

would be catastrophic,
it's like a small atomic bomb.

But underground...

Even so,

it'd decimate everything
for miles around,

turn it to cinders.

Your memory.

An accident?

Unless someone blew it up.

You're home.

Yeah, I was, um...

John, the school called today.

They-they want to schedule
Jennifer's test.

(thunder rumbles)

Can't she just not take it?

John? I-I...

You're the Reichsmarschall.

Precisely, Helen.

Setting an example
to the public.

Helen, if...
(sighs)

Listen, if we try to evade this,
it's gonna look

like an admission of guilt,
and it'll be used against us.

Hoover?

Anyone.

And if she tests positive?

(siren wailing in distance)

(indistinct chatter)

What are you having?

It's a bit early for me,
but be my guest.

Good as it gets, hot off
the government press.

How'd you manage to get
something this good?

Well, I still have
a few teeth in my head,

and a few friends in the GNR.

It's all there, pal.

It's not that I don't trust you.

Feeling's mutual.

Got to go.
You have a good holiday.

Who said I was going anywhere?

I just figured,

a pretty lady like that,

you and her...

Just business.

Remember what I told you.

See you next time.

You fucking idiot.

Liam. What the hell?

You greedy bastard.

No, I didn't...

Yes, you did...

you Nazi fucker.

(gunshot)

(clock ticking)

Before I get out of bed
in the morning, I-I...

I run through a list, just
in my head, of all the things

that my three children will need
for school and the day.

Then I remember.

I only have two children, now.

Not three.

Yeah.

It's inefficient,
when you think about it.

What is?

My son wasn't useless,
he could've contributed

in countless meaningful ways.

Well, the Reich's policies
benefit us all.

I'm sorry, I-I don't see
what benefit there is.

To preserve and protect
the family.

The, uh...

genetic purity of the Reich.

(lighter clicks)

Minister Goebbels has
a deformity.

He's a great man,
he's done great things...

Helen, that is an ugly rumor.

You mustn't give it
any credence.

Mm, it isn't. It isn't a rumor.

I've met the minister.

Why are you thinking
about this now?

Well, I don't-I don't know.

(laughs softly)

I just...

I wake up every morning
and I am sad.

But I'm also angry.

It isn't-it isn't fair.

Of course I-I'm gonna lash out,

I-I'm gonna act
on impulse, so...

I don't know
what you're alluding to.

I just wish

that I could turn back the clock
on so many things.

We all have our regrets,
and speaking of the clock,

I'm afraid, uh,
we'll have to leave it there.

Oh.

I so appreciate
your patience with me, Daniel.

Dr. Ryan.

I think it's important
to maintain decorum

for your analysis.

Yes, of course it is.

Dr. Ryan.

Oh, my. Oh...

- I'm sorry. Oh, I shouldn't have done that.
- That's all right.

- I-It was an-an impulse.
- It's all right. It's, no,

it's, uh, transference,
it's, uh, totally normal.

It's normal?

Nothing about this feels normal.

(door opens, closes)

(birds chirping)

(shouts)

Is that a new kata?

What is that one called?

- Kasumi.
- Kasumi.

"Through the mists."

I see you.

Graceful.

Like a crane.

Graceful, yes.

But it is a kata for combat.

To kill your enemy.

Trade Minister, it is time.

(speaks in Japanese)

(speaks in Japanese)

You seem more worried today
than usual.

These are dark
and uncertain times, Tamiko-san.

Tagomi-san.

I have faith in you.

LILA: Juliana!

(quietly): That's him.

(indistinct chatter)

He says he's a friend

- of yours?
- He is. Thank you.

Frank, Wyatt.

Wyatt, this is Frank.

Hey.

How are ya?

Did you get 'em?

Sure did.

And what's in it for you?

Why are you helping her?

WYATT: Well, um,

I've brought her this far.

In for a penny, in for a pound.

Besides, she's on her own.

- I can handle myself.
- Oh.

Oh, I'm well aware.

Look, I fought them in Europe

and I fought them here.

I reckon it's... time to get
back in the fray and, uh,

fight them again.

Thank you for this.

All right, I'll be inside.

You haven't really answered my question.

I need to know.

Why are you helping me?

They killed half my family in Ireland

and the other half in New York.

And I don't know if that film
is real or not, but...

it got me thinking.

Plus,

I just admire your grit.

You'll have my back?

Absolutely.

Welcome back.

I found your bounty hunters.

I saw them kill

some poor bastard
in the Grand Palace bar.

Middle of the day.

A Jew?

They seemed to think so.

Oh, shit.

You think they'll be back?

Sooner or later.

Then we're gonna have
to deal with them.

Like I said.

Son of a bitch.

Hey!

- The hell are you doing here?!
- What?

I just saw this guy in Denver,
talking to a Nazi informant.

- Is that true?
- JULIANA: Look, I'm a friend

of Frank's, okay?
I'm Juliana. This is Wyatt.

- She's okay.
- If you want papers

to get you into the Reich,

sometimes you have to deal
with Nazis.

Papers are for me.

You-you trust this guy

not to sell us
to the highest bidder?

I do.

He's seen my photo, Wyatt.
He knows my face.

He's dead.

You sure
you weren't followed here?

Yeah, I'm sure.

I think we should get going.

I'll get my things.

JULIANA: I don't know, really, how,

you know, long I'll be gone.
Just...

You don't have to come back.

(chuckles)

(sniffles)

Well, I'm gonna take you with me.

One way or another.

You be careful.

I will.

You trust him?

I have to.

Walk me out.

Juliana.

I'm gonna...
I'm gonna hang back.

If I... if I don't see you go,
you're, uh...

you know, you're still here,

somehow.

I can tell myself I just
missed you at the mess hall

or, uh, you're on a run
into town and you'll be back

in a couple of hours.

(shuddering breath)

Go, go.

See you later, Jules.

See you later, Frank.

(door closes)

(chuckling softly)

♪ ♪

- I love you.
- I love you.

Be safe.

(engine starts)

(rapid pounding)

- Oh, God.
- You are Childan Robert?

Uh, a-actually,
it's Robert Childan.

Ne-Never mind.

What can I do for you,
most honored Sir?

Chief Inspector Kido
has removed the people

who have been
illegally occupying your shop.

What?

I am instructed to inform you

that it is yours to do with
as you please once again.

(jangling)

Uh, I-I don't understand.

Chief Inspector Kido rewards you

for your service
to the Japanese National State.

My s-service to...

Yes, of course.

Arigato gozaimashita.

Oh, God, what have I done?

- BARTENDER: Jeff, you say?
- CHILDAN: No.

No, no, no. Jack. Um...

Tall. Uh, uh, cowboy hat?

Oh, yes.
You want me to get him for you?

Yes. Oh, th-thank you.
Thank you.

Yes, uh,
could you put him on, please?

Uh, yeah, sure. Hold on.

(coins clinking)

(exhales)

Hello. It's Jack.

Jack. Jack, it's Robert Childan.

- Bobby?
- Yes, Bobby.

Um, listen, I need you
to get a message to Ed.

- He may be in danger.
- (click, beeping)

- (static)
- Hello?

Hello?

Jack? Jack?

(clanging)

She's gone.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I'm not fine, Frank.

That film is enormous.

It's life-changing.

I should have gone with her.

Why didn't I go with her?

I have to do something.

Then come with me.

We're going to Denver.

Denver?

We need to make a statement.

Something people will notice.

- Poke the bad guy in the eyes.
- (chuckles)

Come on.

Let's go talk to Mark about his truck.

Doctor?

- Reichsmarschall.
- (door closes)

Sir, I... I didn't...
I didn't mean

- for you to come here.
- Well, it sounded urgent.

Well, I-I could have come
to you.

It's more secure this way.
Sit down.

(Smith sighs)

(clock ticking)

So what'd you have
to tell me, Doctor?

Well, it's a bit delicate,
I'm afraid.

Uh...

Forgive me, sir, but, uh...

I feel it's my duty to tell you

that, uh, your wife...

has been articulating opinions,
uh...

incompatible with Reich orthodoxy.

I see.

Please go on.

Well, this morning,
she expressed a desire...

a desire
to rethink the Reich's...

eugenics policies.

Uh, I think she feels
that because of your position,

you might have some influence
in the matter.

Has she expressed these thoughts
to anyone else that you know of?

Not that I'm aware of, sir. No.

She also spoke today of, uh,

having acted impulsively.

- In what way?
- I... I didn't probe.

I thought it best to alert you.

(sighs)

Thank you.

Was there something else?

I don't know
if you're aware, sir.

There-There's...
there's a phenomenon

that occurs in psychotherapy.

It's called, uh, "transference."

Uh, a patient develops
feelings of affection,

or... attraction for the analyst.

It's very common... really.

And has my wife expressed
such feelings to you, Doctor?

Today your wife was, uh...

physically...

demonstrative

in a way that perhaps...

It's okay. You can tell me.

She kissed me, sir.

She, uh, gave me...

(clears throat)
a good-bye kiss.

It was just a kiss on the cheek,

but under the circumstances...

I understand.

- Sir, um...
- Mm-hmm.

Given everything else,

I really do think it best
that I, uh...

I terminate treatment
and resign as her analyst.

You did very well to tell me.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(insects trilling, bird calling)

Uh...

(Tamiko laughs)

(insects trilling, bird calling)

(muffled groan)

(quiet thud)

(Tamiko gasps)

(grunting)

(grunting)

(gasping)

(grunting)

(grunts softly, throat clicks)

(panting)

(loud gulping)

(panting)

(panting)

(garbled radio transmission)

(indistinct chatter)

(garbled radio transmission)

(camera shutter clicking)

Tagomi-san.

Kotomichi, please escort Mrs. Watanabe.

Of course.

Tagomi.

(tires squealing)

(grunting, indistinct shouting)

(indistinct shouting)

(garbled radio transmission, alarm sounding)

To dump his body
in the street like that?

Savages!

There's, um...

There's also been
a communiqué, sir,

demanding that we end
the oil embargo,

honor our trade agreements,
or face military action.

(scoffs)

They won't risk a war.

We will crush them.

They do have the bomb, sir.

I know Europe is secure,

but the risk to the American Reich is...
real.

They're bluffing.

Send them a message.

Sir?

Tell them

we reject their demands
categorically.

- (clicks heels)
- Sir.

(indistinct chatter, laughter)

- Shikkéi.
- You speak Pon?

EARLE: Not a fucking word.

HOLT: I think he was apologizing.

Were you apologizing, Pon?

I said... perhaps you
should be more careful.

EARLE: Forget about it, brother.

Ain't nobody paying
for Jap scalps I know of.

(chuckles)

It's your lucky day, Pon.

As you said.

Lucky day.

(lively crowd chatter)

The man you seek, Frank Frink,
has not been seen, Baku.

It is thought he is dead.

He is not dead.

He is in the Neutral Zone,
maybe in this area.

The Kempeitei pay well
for information,

a sizeable bounty.

This man is a known associate
of Frink's.

He also has a friend who may
frequent this establishment.

This friend's name is Jack.

Perhaps you would redouble
your efforts.

We will cast a wide net.

(door opens)

(door bells tinkle)

(bell outside clanging)

(door bells tinkle)

(keys jingling)

(distant siren blaring)

(children chattering, shrieking)

(engine starts)

(upbeat jazz plays, lively chatter)

Oh, my goodness.

However did you find this place?

And how have I never heard
about it?

For Europeans only
and their guests.

Well, lucky me.

- Lucky us.
- (Thelma laughs)

BARTENDER: Good evening, ladies.

What's your poison?

A dirty martini.

I'll have a Manhattan.

All right, coming right up.

(indistinct chatter, laughter)

So that's where the tunnel is...
there.

And when we get there,
you expect to do...

What, exactly?

Figure out a way
to destroy the machine.

I know it can be done;
I've seen it.

Fuckin' hell.

It'll be heavily guarded.

I know.

That's why I got
to see it for myself.

See what I'm up against.

What we're up against.

Sorry.
Fair enough.

So it's...
it's a recon mission, then.

To start.

(blows air through lips)

We're gonna need help.

I hear you're looking
for someone.

We understand
you know where he is.

Information ain't free.

(bartender groans, grunts)

So, this man "Jack."
Where is he?

Look, I don't want any trouble.

No trouble.

Business.

Regarding your friends,
Robert Childan and Ed McCarthy.

I've got nothing to do
with their business.

I recovered a cargo of antiques
that belonged to them

from a group of Negro outlaws.

Motorcycle bandits.

I am simply looking
for a finder's fee.

How can I find them?

No idea.

When I met them,
they were just passing through.

Passing through to where?

South.

Albuquerque, El Paso,

somewhere like that.

My name is Baku.

Leave me a message
at the front desk

if you talk to your friends.

For the right price, they can
recover their property.

Sure.

(woman singing in French)

(singing in French)

(singing continues)

Delicious, isn't she?

She doesn't hold
a candle to you.

(laughs)

What a terrible liar you are.

It's true.

(door bangs opens)

This club is closed
until further notice.

- You are under arrest...
- (patrons shouting)

for decadence and perversion.

Papers.

Ministry of Propaganda?

I report directly to
Reichsminister Goebbels.

- German national?
- Ja.

You can go... Wait.
Is she in the Ministry as well?

Thelma Harris, with the Reich Herald.

No dice.

NICOLE: Where are they taking her?

Jefferson Market Women's Jail.

Don't worry, I'll get you out.

(indistinct shouting)

(phone rings)

Turner.

Billy. Thank God.

- It's Nicole.
- What's the matter?

Thelma's been arrested.

We were having a drink...
There was a raid.

A raid?
Where the hell were you?

A club.

What kind of club?

For women.

Oh, shit.

(exhales)
Look, I'll make some calls.

There were photographers.

Okay, I-I'll find out who.

Collect the film and, uh,
send someone to pick her up.

Billy, you have to go yourself.

- If it comes out...
- Of course.

Of course. Yeah, you're right.

Let me see what I can do.

Thank you.

JULIANA: You sure that's
the best place to cross?

I know what I'm doing.

I go back and forth here all
the time for my business.

(soldiers shouting indistinctly)

JULIANA: When does this guy...
This contact of yours...

When does he come out?

WYATT: A couple hours after daybreak.

Come on, let's go.

(door opens, closes)

Helen. Um...

Dr. Ryan called last night.

He was... concerned

after your session.

About what?

You were only supposed
to talk about Thomas, Helen.

I was talking about Thomas.

You were questioning
Reich policy.

Everything I said was true.

You have the same doubts.

Yes, and I keep them to myself.

I can't believe
that he talked to you.

I mean, it...
it's supposed to be private.

Well, he was worried,

and he thought I should know.

Did he say anything else?

Should he have?

(exhales sharply)

Well, you won't
be seeing him anymore.

- John.
- I think we both understand

why it's for the best.

(door closes)

Stupid.

(soldiers shouting indistinctly)

(indistinct radio chatter)

WYATT: Like I said, uh,

Carter's a friend of mine.

Is he around?

(indistinct radio chatter)

Would I be right in saying
you guys are, uh...

you're new here?

(car approaching)

There he is now.

Carter.

Wyatt.

There a problem here?

No, it's not her.

No. I know this guy.

You're just gonna have
to take it up with...

What's going on, man?

Whoever sold you this,
fucked you.

Ah, you're fucking joking me.

Expired signature.

What does that mean?

The authorizing signature
belongs to a dead man.

Unless he's been resurrected,
it's a forgery.

Can you not just get us through?

I have enough money with me this
time to take care of all of you.

Ordinarily, but these fucking
new guys... rabid dogs.

Plus, Little Adolf over there,
he thinks he recognizes her.

(Wyatt sighs)

Shit.

Look, I'm just gonna
turn you around,

and get you the hell out of here

before Adolf gets back
on the phone.

All right. Time to go.

Wait. W-What the fuck's
happening?

You're Juliana Crain.

You're under arrest.

Wait now. H-Hold on a minute.

WYATT: No!

(exhales, pants)

Fuck.

Get in the fucking Jeep.

♪ ♪