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d O Yodelers, come yodel d

d O children, come sing d

d High up on these mountains, you hear everything d

d I heard cows mooing moo d

d I hear bees buzzing buzz d

d I hear gallops of horses d

d And chirps of the doves d

d I hear milkmaids a-milking d

d Und archers a-flinging d

d I hear foxhunters dancing d

d And the Von Klaussen brood singing d

d O Yodelers, come yodel d

d O children, come sing d

d High up on these mountains, you hear everything d

d O Yodelers, come yodel d

d O children, come sing d

d High up on these mountains, you hear everything d d

Yay!

The end.

There are seven more pages, Mama.

Gerhilde, what did we say about calling me that?

Fine... Governess.

Papa never reads us stories when he's home.

Your papa is a very busy man.

He travels near and far.

That's why he hired me.

I heard Lady Himmelman said he hired you because he's a...

..."tit man more than an ass man."

Gerhilde, please go the fuck to sleep.

I love you, Governess.

And I you, child.

Good night, Mama.

Sir?

Because my stories

don't have happy endings any longer.

That's why their papa tells them stories no more.

It is an honor to meet you.

Six months is a long time.

I'm happy to be home.

It's been hard on them since their mother's death.

But I've been told these past few months with you

have been the happiest time of their life.

And mine.

I've dreamed of this day since I came here.

But may I confess something?

I didn't come here for the children.

I came so that one day I might get close enough to steal

the heart of the courageous Rolf Van Klaussen.

And I do mean steal the heart, Nazi.

Tell me where he is.

I know he's in South America; tell me how to find him.

I-I don't know what you're talking about.

You have been overseeing the export of arms

through Sao Paulo.

You've been sending them to him.

Now tell me where he is.

Fr�ulein?

Papa!

No.

I'm sorry.

Mama.

d High up on these mountains d

d You hear everything d d

You cold?

You look like shit.

Good thing I brought you a gift.

Uh, it's not a good time.

Killed Biff Simpson two nights ago

in a brothel in Paris.

An old SS haunt.

Shot him through the face.

Uh, if you are here for confession,

you are at the wrong place.

Confessions are for sins.

He tried to bargain for his life.

Claimed, if I let him live,

he could bring me a greater prize.

What?

Hitler.

- You don't really believe... - He claimed Hitler fled Europe

via ratline and was living down in South America.

- And what proof did he have? - We met the proof.

The Colonel.

- Bullshit. - What other woman could rise

- so high in the ranks? - Eva Braun killed herself

in the F�hrerbunker in 1945, as did Adolf Hitler.

How do you know?

- Hitler's dead, Jonah. - Says who? The Russians?

They found his body and just simply burned it?

You really believe that?

People believed Eichmann was dead too,

until Mossad found him in South America.

Eichmann, Mengele, Stangl, Wilhelm Zuchs.

Nazis don't just disappear.

They don't simply kill themselves.

Before he died, Biff Simpson said,

"All roads lead through Genoa."

Why Genoa?

Didn't make any sense to me,

and then I realized that Genoa is where Eichmann

had fled Europe.

Josef Mengele, too, in July '49.

My contact pulled records

showing that the ships that ran from Genoa

to Buenos Aires were charted by a German steel conglomerate

called Essen Industries.

Turns out on April 29, 1945, Essen Industries also chartered

a ship from Genoa to Buenos Aires.

Hitler and Eva committed suicide on the 30th.

What, you think they were on the ship?

Among the names were two crewmembers never before

listed on any manifest:

Erik Tolmann and Frida Tolmann.

Essen Industries' founder is a man named Klaus Rhinehart.

The Nazi financier.

Now, he is a free man living in, of all places...

Buenos Aires.

He runs Argentina's steel industry.

I can charter a plane, fly us down there undetected.

We find Klaus Rhinehart, we find Hitler.

We have to tell the Feds.

Aw, fuck. Come on.

What is... what has going to the Feds ever got you?

A fucking gag order to keep quiet about Biff Simpson?

A not guilty verdict for Bishop Prentz?

Why are you here, Jonah? Why me?

Because I can't do this alone, and...

...I know that you're the only one that might believe me.

Well, you're in over your head.

Why did you call me?

Why did you call me when you lost the Prentz case?

Tell me, why?

Maybe it's because you realized

that justice is a privilege reserved for the few.

And maybe...

...you were looking for another path.

We find Hitler...

...and everything that we have done,

everything that we have become...

...will have been worth it.

And it can finally be over.

I thought you would understand.

I'm in.

But we can't do it alone, so where are your friends?

Uh, we're not exactly on speaking terms.

Then I'll do the talking.

Hola. Hola.

Tatiana Suarez-Pico here for another installment

of Tatiana at the Movies.

I am here with film star Lonny Flash

talking about his new movie Eight Ways to Shabbat.

Hola, Lonny.

Bonjour, Tatiana.

In Eight Ways to Shabbat, you play a Jewish hitman

who has a crisis of faith as he attempts to kill

eight men before sundown.

Two years away and now you're garnering Oscar buzz.

It must feel wonderful.

Accolades and awards are nice and all, but...

...I make films for the seamstress' girl in Nepal,

for the salmon farmer's kid in Yemen,

for the Episcopalian pastor's boy

in Omaha, Nebraska who says,

"Maybe when I grow up...

...I can...

...I can be a Jewish movie star, too."

My fans inspire me.

Sorry.

Eight Ways to Shabbat hits theaters Friday the 21st.

And... cut.

Uh, do you need a tissue?

No, no.

The tears are care of Sandy Meisner.

Mmm, no. Not-not the tears.

Uh...

Your nose is bleeding.

Ah.

P�sale algo as�, ?no? Ay�dale.

No, no, no, no. It's, uh... It's okay.

- Are you...? Okay. - Thank you.

Yeah, I'll see you next time, all right? Thanks.

Bye, Lonny, thank you.

d Once I believed that when love came to me d

d It would come with rockets d

d Bells and poetry d

d But with me and you d

d It just started quietly and grew d

d I just feel a sweet contentment deep inside d

d Holding you at night d

d Just seems kind of natural d

d And right d

- d And though... - It's good to see...

- Ow! - What are you doing?

You piece of shit!

Hey, stop!

What the fuck is wrong with you?

What the fuck you doing here?

d We got d

d And it's gettin' better d

d Growin' stronger d

d Warmer and wilder d

d Getting' better every day d

d Better every day d

d I don't...

Lovely, mademoiselle.

Looks just like Van Gogh.

Only better.

Well, we can't have it look better, Armand.

Forgeries need to look like the real thing.

Esme is drawing a bath for you, mademoiselle.

And Jacques is picking up Miss Malika from school today.

You spoil me, Armand.

Mademoiselle...

I tried to stop them, but they insisted.

d And it's not hard to see...

Aw, fuck, no.

- No, Jacob! - d Half of what it's gonna d

- Don't touch that goose poop. - d Turn out to be...

It's Murray. It's always...

d Better d

d Growin' stronger...

d Warmer and wilder d

d Getting better every day...

Pray for me, Sister...

Oh, fuck off.

d That it's gettin' better...

He thought I should do the talking.

d Growin' stronger d

What'll it be? Suffocation?

Strangulation? Skull up the ass?

I love it when you try to flirt.

We have reason

to believe that Hitler is still alive.

d Better every day d

d It's getting' better every day d d

Goodbye.

H, E, I, M.

Frondheim. Yes.

I'm sorry, sir, there are no listings

in Connecticut under that name.

The designers are ready for you, sir.

Oh. All right, Annette. I'll be right there.

We pared the design down as you asked.

Now, the wires allow a lot more data input

to be collected within an instrument panel.

Hey, what the fuck, Mizushima?

Hey.

- What the fuck are you doing? - It was an accident.

You just set us back three hours.

Look, I just said it was an accident.

- You got a problem with us? - Hey!

You know what? I'm out of here.

- Come on, take a swing! - Tough guy.

Hey. Hey...

Lay off him!

Welcome to Secret Sprinkles.

You can taste all 50 groovy flavors if you want.

d You and me...

Is that right? All 50?

If you want.

d Yes, these are the best things in life...

Can I taste the chocolate chunk?

d A warm embrace d

Mmm. And can I taste the cheesecake?

d These are the best things in life d

- They have so many flavors. - d Without your love...

d It doesn't mean a thing...

Can I taste the butterscotch?

d For only you...

I wonder who they're looking for.

It's taking a while.

I know.

- Oh. - It's crazy.

Hmm.

Can I taste the caramel?

Jesus Christ, can you pick already?

I can taste all 50 groovy flavors if I want.

Isn't that right, Priya?

Hurry up, man.

I scream.

You scream!

We all scream.

For ice cream.

- Psycho. - Let's get out of here.

Can I try the bubblegum?

d Nothing from nothing d

d Leaves nothing d

d You got to have something if you wanna be with me d

d Nothing from nothing leaves nothing d

d You gotta have something d

d If you wanna be with me...

"Oscar's Golden Boy," hmm?

I see you haven't changed a bit.

No, I did.

I got even more amazing.

Can we just... can we just focus on why we're here?

Uh...

Oh, you think you're still giving orders, do you?

Uh, didn't you hear?

You charter a private jet with Meyer's blood money,

- you get to call the shots. - Can we just please

stop with these mishegas...

Enough!

Not letting your dysfunctional family bullshit fuck this up.

You get me?

This is Klaus Rhinehart.

German industrialist and former Nazi financier,

who now lives freely

in Argentina as head of the country's steel industry

from which he makes a killing.

When he travels, it is with security.

But lucky for us, on Friday night

he will be attending the grand reopening

of Buenos Aires' oldest opera house,

for which he helped fund the restoration.

There, we will take him.

Alive.

Klaus escaped Hitler out of Germany.

Klaus will know where we can find him.

One more run.

One more run, then none of us

have to see each other's faces ever again.

But, um, no one has found Joe?

I have been looking for Joe for years.

I don't think he wants to be found.

All right.

You can sit down.

Well, I could have gone to the police, Mr. Mizushima,

after what happened yesterday.

I don't stand for violence.

This is a palace of invention, not destruction.

And I will not employ savages...

Mr. Offerman, I can't afford to lose another job.

This is why I fired the three heathens

- who attacked you. - Sir?

And I'm very sorry for what they did to you.

How old were you when they first imprisoned you?

I read your file, so...

Five.

Five?

I was in kindergarten in San Francisco.

I learned to read in the camps.

"Internment camps," they called them.

Yes.

Two countries, two camps.

Different in many ways, but in the tenet, identical.

To exterminate us.

To extinguish our flame.

Well, I see you, Joe.

I see you.

A young man drafted to the front lines in Vietnam

by a country that took everything from him.

No wonder your hand shakes.

I wasn't drafted.

I enlisted.

Why?

Because my father did.

While we were imprisoned in the camps...

...he still served.

And was killed.

You know, I invited you here

for more than just to offer you an apology.

I invited you here to ask for your help.

- Help? - I recently learned

that a man from my past is still living in this world.

A Nazi guard...

...sadistic, cruel.

And I need your help...

...to find him.

Why are you asking me?

Because I know a fellow forever soldier

when I see one, Joe.

You father fought those monsters, too.

He fought them.

He fought them in France. He fought them in Germany.

He looked in their eyes.

Black and cold, the Nazi bastards.

Your father died

ridding the world of this scourge, Joe.

But evil is still here.

You can join this struggle.

A resistance against this evil.

You can help.

How?

Enlist.

We're here, amigo.

Ah, gracias.

Get settled, unpack.

Meet in the lobby at 8:00 p.m.

Hello.

Welcome to the Hotel Palladio.

This reminds me of that place we ended up in in Rome.

When you got us lost.

No, we weren't lost. I just...

You just wanted to show me the real Rome. Uh-huh.

Look, on the main streets

we'd been mobbed by the Flash fanatics.

On the back streets...

...it was just us.

Come on, you had fun. Don't deny it.

The pizza was good.

I'll see you tonight.

Yeah.

Look pretty tonight, boy.

You should knock first.

Do you never even think about Spain?

About what you did?

I think about that boy every day.

I see him every day.

I'll see you at 8:00.

d Well, I know it's kinda late d

d I hope I didn't wake you d

d But what I got to say...

d 'Cause every time I tried to tell you...

Hi, you've reached Sam's message service.

Bonjour, Jacques.

It's your love.

My twat of a fianc� has bolted the coop,

so why don't you come over and give me what he never could?

Oh, I hope Israel is wonderful, Sam.

I'm just sat over here sweating my balls off,

preparing for my interview with Professor Oughourlian.

I don't miss you at all, by the way.

Call me. Love you.

d Tried to tell you d

d The words just come out wrong d

d So I'll have to say I love you d

d In a song d d

"1430...

Harper Avenue...

Los Angeles...

Millie"?

- Meyerleh. - Look at you.

Shalom, Simon.

It's hard to believe it.

Shalom, indeed.

How has so much time passed?

The last time I last saw you

was at Ethel Shteinberg's wedding.

And tomorrow starts her shiva.

- No. - That's how long

- we've been out of each other's lives. - Yeah.

- But you're a busy man, Simon. - No.

What? Taking on Friedrich Peter and his Freedom Party

- was no small feat. - Well,

I don't believe a man responsible

for the extermination of 13,000 Jews in Ukraine

is deserving of leading Austria into a new era.

- Bravo, my friend. - No!

Please, please. I just do God's work.

- A prophet stands before me. - No, no, no prophet.

A patsy.

Come, come, my friend. Sit down.

Yes, of course.

Scott said that you needed to see me right away.

Well...

I saw... him.

Right on 79th Street.

Getting into a car.

Saw who?

Viktor Frondheim.

- Viktor Frondheim? - Yes.

- Sounds familiar. - I remember him from the camps.

He was an SS guard on Block 11.

If any Jews managed to escape, they sent him,

and he always came back with them in his jaws.

Dead.

Like he was a bloodhound.

So tell me, um...

do you have any idea where he might be going?

Connecticut... I think, because the car had, uh,

- Connecticut plates. - Hmm.

Maybe you have information on that?

Somewhere? Perhaps I can see it?

Perhaps something that I could be helpful with?

No, no, no.

No, no, no. I'm very grateful for the offer, but no.

I-I would never put you in that position.

I can't have a prince doing yeoman's work.

Oh, no, please.

I will take it from here.

So...

thank you for the tip, my friend.

I will take care of it. How about that?

You would do that for me?

Of course.

Oh, you are blessing from Hashem.

Meyer, for you, anything.

- Oh. - Please.

And if you do happen to see this, uh,

Viktor Frondheim again, do let me know.

Of course.

The prophet.

Be well, my friend.

Mazel tov.

Scott, see if we have a file on a Viktor Frondheim.

Hold the elevator.

Just as you said. And the other file's there, too.

Well done.

Here.

For your troubles.

I wasn't drafted into this.

I enlisted.

I mean, I am dying to know.

What did they do to you?

Because you have undergone a real transformation, friend.

My parents tried to rehabilitate me, too.

I saw a social worker, did therapy,

repented, cried.

Hell, I praised Jesus so much...

...and a lot of love, a man can change.

But it didn't really take.

So...

Between pals, I'm just asking...

...you faking?

You can tell me.

I'm a vault.

She's over there.

I failed you in New York.

So why bring me here?

Take off your boots. They're filthy.

When I first saw Adolf,

I was just a child and he was a...

god.

An eagle...

...who soared on golden wings above all the Earth.

Your trousers are muddy.

Take them off.

He groomed me when I was still a child, 17.

I was a gymnast.

Accomplished.

He liked that.

Your shirt.

I remember

our first night together in his apartment in Munich.

I crawled into bed with him.

The eagle.

And... uh, he was no god.

He was...

...small and...

...pasty, and...

balding, and sweaty, and pathetic.

But all the rest of them, they still see the eagle.

They don't see me.

I sent for you because you see me.

You always have.

And I deserve to be seen.

He can't fathom the way forward anymore.

I can.

I know how we can retake power.

Clean yourself off.

Now we can finally begin...

...my way.

It's showtime.

We find Klaus Rhinehart, we find Hitler.

Klaus will have his guards watching him.

We take them out, then Millie will take Klaus.

Boss says you can take a break.

Here you are, sir. Number 88.

Hello?

?Ochenta y ocho?

S�.

Come on, you're on.

Don't touch me. What are you doing?

Hey, hey. Wait. What? Hey. No, no, no, no, no.

Whoa, hey! Hey! Hey, come on!

Oh, shit.

Put it down.

Run.

I've been looking for you, Klaus.

Gute Nacht, motherfucker.

Nazi fuck!

What's in it and who's it for?

I don't know.

- Where are you taking it? - Fuck you!

Tell me or you're a dead man.

Who's it for?

Ah!

Moron.

Drop the gun, Jonah.

What the fuck are you doing, Harriet?

- I said drop the fucking gun. - What the fuck are you doing?

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