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[radio hissing, tuning in]

[bright swing music]

[music distorts eerily]

[Broadcaster] It should go
without saying that Santa Claus

has given these United States
the best present possible

this Christmas, our first
holiday season

with Hitler in the cold,
cold ground,

and our fighting men back at
home with their loved ones.

And what does Baby New Year
have in store for 1946?

Prosperity, and hope
for a brighter future!

[radio crackles]

♪ Listen, oh honey do ♪♪

♪ Ida, I idolize ya ♪

♪ I love you Ida 'deed I do ♪

[radio crackles eerily]

[gentle big band music]

[car horns honking]

[car door shuts]

[Bob] Just let me help you babe.
- Oh, come on.

I got it, Bob, don't worry.

I know you got it, but what
kind of fella would I be

if I didn't at least
offer a hand?

Well, you'd be like
every other man on Earth.

You're adorable, that's why
I married you. [laughing]

- [Arch] Heyo, lovebirds.
- [Marla shrieking]

I thought you said we weren't
gonna be seeing him anymore.

No, you said we
wouldn't see him.

He's one of my best friends.

He's also a war criminal.

He didn't do it.

Marla the Merciless! [laughing]

[Marla and Arch laughing]

As I live and breathe.

How the hell are you?

[Marla] Oh, how the
hell are you?

Ever vigilant, and the husband?

It's Bob.

[laughing] I know your name, Bobbo.

Just giving you the
business. How you doing?

Just fine, it's just Bob.

You gotta tell me about that
Kraut you cracked in Hamburg.

I read your interview in Yank,

but I've been waiting to
get the details

straight from the horse's mouth.

You calling me a horse?
[laughing]

- [Clive] No class, that fella.
- [Marla and Arch laughing]

Look at my gal here! Tortured
more secrets outta Krauts

than any woman in US history.

Uh, interrogation is
not torture.

Whatever helps you sleep
at night, Bobbo.

It's just Bob. I didn't think
we'd see you here tonight.

Well thank heaven for
small miracles, eh?

["Ida, Swwet as Apple Cider" by
T. Hill His Orchestra plays]

- You only brought one bottle?
- Paulie's gonna love it.

Speaking of no class
fellas, is he here yet?

What do you think?

DiFranco, get your ass out here.

[Paul] Oh, fuck you! I'm
pouring a drink.

[Marla laughing]

He's been here since 2:00 PM.

Well, of course he has.

And we had a little
business to attend to.

Of course you did.

- ♪♪ Can't live without you ♪
- Oh, Hock.

-♪ Listen, oh honey do-- ♪
- [music distorts eerily]

[eerily] ♪ Ida, I idolize you ♪

♪ I love you Ida, 'deed I do ♪

[continues playing over radio]

Paulie. [laughing]

[Marla] Paul. [laughing]

See? Now I told Hock
you'd be late.

Darling, he said 7:00!
We're here right on time.

Oh? Oh yeah, I guess my
watch is a little fast.

Yeah, like five hours fast!

I heard you've been here
all day, eager beaver.

- How you been, Bob?
- Good Clive, thanks.

Life's been treating
us very well.

Hm.

♪ I just can't live
without you♪

She really happy at
the Pentagon?

She loves it. She's got
her own office... secretary.

- Office?
- Hm.

She doesn't belong in an office.

You know, back in '43, I
saw her bend a Kraut finger

so far back, the fingernail
dug into the back of his hand.

That boy would not stop puking.

Still, he told us what we
needed to hear.

Well, she's loving DC.

[Clive] Ah, well you were
born there, Bob.

- Mm-mm.
- You had no choice.

But I'll never
understand how the hell

America's finest
interrogator gave it all up

to move into that swamp.

[doors sliding shut] Well...

I think it worked
out in her favor.

She's been to five continents,
speaks six languages.

She's the sharpest mind
in the military.

Don't I know it.

And I bet she never lets
you forget.

[lock clicking]

Mm, so good to see you.
[sighing]

Thank you for coming so early.

[Paul clearing throat]

♪ I know I'm to blame ♪

♪ But ain't that a shame ♪

You know when I got here, he
was already two bottles in.

No.

He won't stop talking
about Susan.

[Marla] Hm. [sighs]

I think maybe the holidays
alone really broke him.

Yeah.

And he's been trying to
tell me something all day,

but he can't seem to get the
nerve up to tell me what...

what is, um... He's a mess.
[chuckling]

[lively upbeat music
continues on the radio]

[fireplace crackling]

- Major.
- Major.

You're a good-looking
son of a bitch.

Oh, thank you. Ooh! Ooh!

[lighter igniting]

How you holding up?

Meeting with the
committee again next week.

We've done all we can.

Looks like it'll go to trial.

[sighs] First one of the war.

Press is having a goddam
field day with it.

Thousand pinkos and
Nazis on the lam,

but the Times sells more
papers if the headlines read:

"Corn-Fed Nebraska Major
Turns War Criminal."

My ma's having a hard
time with it, you know?

Don't worry Archie, Hock and I,

we're gonna take care of you.

Your mom can bet the
farm on that.

She might have to.

And you'll be fine
Archie. Come spring,

The New York Times will
be printing the biggest,

fattest apology in the
history of journalism.

Hell yes they will, my pet!
Absolutely.

Come here.

[laughing] God damn, it's
good to see you guys.

When was the last time
you all got together?

Oh, the last time we
were all together?

- Hm.
- Thanks.

Well shit, must have
been your wedding.

Yep.

God damn, I think you're right, DiFranco.

We all needed to see that
with our own eyes. [laughing]

"Marla the Merciless Weds
Pentagon Clerk."

Now there's a proper
headline for the Times!

Excuse me Arch, but
when your base is bombed

and not a single God damn
officer helps dig you out,

your opinions on men
change awfully quick.

I mean, I got crushed.

I was calling out for help,

and all I could hear from
my bleeding ears

were those feckless
cowards just running away.

I got more respect
for the Krauts

than the men at the
base that day.

Fuck the Krauts.

Oh yeah, of course fuck
the Krauts, Hock.

But while we're at it,
can't we just fuck

the whole goddam war, hmm?

[Bob] The war's over.

And this is why I love
you, [laughing], mm.

- Fuck 'em all.
- Fuck 'em all.

See now, that's the faggots'
credo, right Archie?

It was for a couple of years.

Then we had a meeting of the
Nancies and we changed it to,

"Keep calling us faggots

and we'll feed you your
goddam teeth!"

Um, guys please, could we-

[laughing] I almost kept
a straight face.

Bullshit. You can't keep
a straight anything.

Here, I'm tired of tending bar.

Freshen my drink, you fruit.

I ever tell you about the
time I was stuck

out on the Elsenborn
Ridge, and the only way

I could keep my lap warm was
by spooning Orville Ketcham,

- that Tommy from London?
- Vaguely.

Say what you want
about the Tommies,

but they've got some warm rumps.

[chuckling] Okay.

Hard to believe that
was a year ago.

I, I wanna thank you all
for being here.

It's been a hard start to
the winter without Susie.

- To Susan.
- Hear, hear.

- To Susan.
- To Susie.

Ah, Susie.

[sad music]

Well, it helps having you here.

I never thought I'd spend
a Christmas without her.

None of us did, Hock.

It's been six weeks now
since she... checked out.

I've been doing a lot
of reading, you know,

to pass the time and keep
the wits about me.

Started with psychology,
you know,

thinking I could figure out
why she did what she did.

But then I switched
to metaphysics.

You ever heard that word?
I hadn't.

Yeah, it's ghosts and
hokum. Weird nonsense.

You know, just to keep hopeful.

- Hopeful?
- Yeah.

Stories of, o-of fellas
that can talk to the dead:

mediums... clairvoyants...
spirit guides.

Grifters. During the Great
War, my no-good uncle

charged folks a buffalo nickel

to give them messages
from their dead kids.

They just wanna feel like
something else is out there.

They're scared.

It's all hooey.

Ah well you know, but
outta every hundred cases

that they debunk, all that
hooey, one or two check out.

I mean, they got a whole society

that keeps tabs on it in the UK.

Come on Hock. Now I've known you

since we were eight years old.

You used to laugh at people
who bought into this malarkey.

Well, I'm not saying
that I believe it.

But listen... you're all
here tonight and that's...

that's very special.

And I'm just wondering
if you would humor me.

♪ He's harmless with his woo,
it's only in his eyes♪

Now, you probably all
think it's a load of bunk.

But, uh... this séance thing,

there's a lot of
corroborating evidence.

Hock, I...

Colonel, I know it's been
rough since Thanksgiving,

but this is not the answer.

So this, this is just...
it's silly.

Sure, well maybe just
for a laugh.

A laugh, Hock?

This isn't funny.

Listen, you can all
roll your eyes

until they snap off
inside your head.

But I started going to church

three days a week
after Susie... left.

I was looking for answers.

You know, why she did
what she did.

And afterwards, every
time I would sit down

with the reverend and
he would tell me

all about the afterlife.

He would go on and on
about the glory of heaven

and the fires of hell.

He told me all about redemption,

and all the babies in purgatory,
and everything in between.

And after going to mass
for four weeks,

like some sort of
brainwashed schmuck,

that holier-than-thou son
of a bitch had the nerve

to say that what Susie
did was unforgivable.

That my wife, a good
church-going patriot,

was damned to hell
because of what she did?!

I mean, do you know why
she did what she did?!

It was because of the
Krauts next door!

She knew they were spying
for the Nazis!

And I didn't believe her.
Nobody did.

And she couldn't take that.

She couldn't take
that her friends

and her family didn't
believe her.

But what was she gonna do?

She put it in the reports,
and no one was listening.

And then on
Thanksgiving morning,

right before I went out
for a pack of Raleighs,

she said it again.

She said they were
moving in on her,

that they knew that she knew.

And I, I jus- I, I laughed.

I just, I laughed at her.

And then when I came
back, she was just all...

and that priest, he had
the nerve to say

that she was damned to hell.

Well, I just walked out.

I mean, I gave up, quit
believing in any of it.

I decided right there and then

that if Susie was
damned to hell,

then the whole thing was
fucking bullshit!

All of it! When you die,
it's just... just nothing.

You're just fucking worm food.

And then I started
thinking about that,

and that seemed
[gasping] even scarier.

So t-t-there's just nothing?
That Susie's just gone,

Gone forever because I
didn't listen to her?

- I didn't believe her?
- Hock.

[sigh]

Sweetheart, we all miss Susie.

Then please, will you humor me?

I mean, I think it's
abundantly clear

that I'm not in a good place.

I've held out as much hope
as any man can.

And now I just, I need
you to do this.

I need this. I need
this from you.

Here. Now.

Sir, we are here for you.

But not for this.

I am not comfortable right now.

Meet my friends, we're
never comfortable.

[calming music]

Sit down, Paul.

Okay.

Don't you just hope after
all this death, the war,

all the nightmares... that
there's something else?

I already believe Hock,
I don't need to see it.

You remember Jimmy Rogers?

That poor kid we tried to staple
back together in Normandy?

Don't you just want to
know that he's still

got that smile on his
face out there somewhere?

What about you?

Don't you wish you had proof
that all the other fellas

at your base, they didn't
just burst into dust and flame

when those Kraut bombs
came raining down on them?

- And your wife, Clive.
- And my wife.

All right, so where,

where are you keeping
the Ouija board?

Oh, well this is different, Arch.

See with Ouija, the spirits
speak through the board,

writing messages and
stories and such.

But with a séance, the spirits
speak directly through us.

All you really need
is a mirror,

and a couple of friends who
aren't afraid to hold hands.

What do you say, Paulie? Will
you hold my hand?

[laughing]

I need a scotch.

Ah, ah, ah... We're supposed
to have clear minds.

Clear minds, Hock?

You're three fucking
bottles in already.

[scoffing] Well, then we
split this one.

[glass slammed onto table]

- [lights buzzing]
- [soft uneasy music]

So they, they say if you
have something

that belonged to the person
you're trying to contact,

that it's a little easier.

Is that Susan's handkerchief?

Oh my God, Hock.

- Why'd you hold onto that?
- [handkerchief ripping]

I, I wanna be clear.

I, I believe in the afterlife,
I believe in heaven and hell.

I believe Susie's out there,
but I don't believe in this.

- Look,
- [necklace clanking]

if we can just make
contact with anyone,

if we can just confirm that
there's something else.

Whatever, Hock.

Just don't play us for a
bunch of fools.

This ain't about that
kid in Normandy,

and it ain't about Marla's
fellas at the base.

No this, [finger tapping],
this is about Susie.

All right. Fine.

[clears throat]

Okay, I don't exactly know
what I'm doing,

but if there are any
spirits here,

we'd love to talk to ya.

How do we, you know... know
if it's working?

If it's gonna work, it'll work.

Okay but Hock, if it
doesn't work,

I don't want you to
stop believing

Susie is out there somewhere.

Faith is about what
you can't see.

Yeah, well that's where
we're different, darlin'.

I got no faith left.

If there are any spirits here...

Make yourselves known.

Spirits? Give us a sign.

Anything. Please.

Please! Give us a sign,
anything!

Give us a sign.

- [door slams loudly]
- Oh my God!

What the hell was that?

Hey, don't let go.

- You can't break the circle.
- What?

We have to end the séance
before we break the circle.

Otherwise, the door to the
other side remains open.

And how exactly do you close
the door to the other side?

Because I vote for that.

[door slams loudly]

What the hell is that?

Come on, Hock. Did you lock
your cat in the closet again?

- [door thuds]
- Nobody gets up!

Give us a sign!

That wasn't good enough for you?

It sure as hell wasn't
good enough for me.

You're gonna have to do a
lot better than that, ghosts!

[door slams]

All right, everyone just focus!

Focus?! Focus on what?

On the closet that none of
us are allowed to check out?

Now you listen to me, Colonel.

I'm here for you... all the way.

But this, this isn't
gonna fix anything.

Now, if you want to know
if there's something

on the other side, that's fine.

But you're gonna have to
dig a hell of a lot deeper

than some kind of parlor
trick or something,

because I'm not gonna buy it.

- [soft ominous music]
- [necklace rattling]

[high pitched ringing]

- [metal reverberating]
- [soft uneasy music]

[candles whooshing]
[Bob] Look!

[soft uneasy music continues]

[candle whooshing]

[necklace clattering]

Are those... trick candles?

You ever heard of candles
that light themselves on cue?

I don't know, but I'd buy
that more than--

[Clive] Spirits?

Spirits, please...

find a way to speak to us.

Join us here.

Force your way into our
world, with all your might.

- [wind whooshing]
- Look.

- [chandelier rattling]
- Come in.

- Or maybe don't.
- Come in.

Look into the mirror.

Marla, focus on the
mirror, do you see her?

- I want to.
- [door clattering]

- Again with the closet.
- Forget the closet.

You know I don't, I don't think
we should do this anymore.

- I'm gonna--
- Don't you dare get up.

- [door banging]
- Hello?

I'm looking for Susan
Hockstatter!

Is anyone listening?

She has brown hair
and brown eyes,

and she cut her wrists
on Thanksgiving morning.

This is her locket, this
is her handkerchief.

And I miss her more than
any man could ever miss--

[Marla] Hock, please.

- [spirit moaning]
- Susie?

[candles whooshing]

- [Clive choking]
- Hock!

Don't let go. [retching]

Everybody stay where you are.

Hock, you're sick.

- You need to go to the--
- I, I'm fine.

- You are not fine.
- I'm fine.

- [Spirit] Clive...
- Susie?

[Spirit] Why didn't
you believe me?

I'm sorry.

[crying]

I'm sorry.

- [sudden dark music]
- No, no, no.

- [Clive gasping]
- What is going on?

No one lets go. No one lets go.

[soft ominous music]

- I love you.
- That's Susie's voice.

I need to get out of here.

Susie? How are ya, baby?

["Is You Is Or Is You Ain't My
Baby" by Louis Jordan]

♪ I got a gal who's
always late♪

♪ Anytime we have a date ♪

♪ But I love her ♪

♪ Yes, I love her ♪

-♪ Yes I love her ♪
- Are you hurting?

- Susie?
-♪ I'm gonna walk right up ♪

[music stops abruptly]

[Clive whimpering]

I'm ah, letting go.

It's okay, sweetie. It's okay.

Marla I... I knew
Susie for 19 years.

I won't be damned if that
was not her voice.

- Was it her, Mar?
- That, that was Susie.

I, I can still smell
her perfume.

I, I didn't finish the séance.

I broke the circle.

But that means, that means
the door isn't closed yet.

That means we can get
her back, right? Right?!

- Yeah.
- Oh, Jesus Christ.

- Watch yourself.
- What?

Well, if heaven and
hell are real,

you might wanna start
reining in the blasphemy.

I mean, I mean, they
are, aren't they, right?

Heaven and hell? I mean,
we saw that... tonight.

Yeah, we sure did.

It's real. There's really
something out there.

There is, there, uh...
absolutely seems to be.

[Clive panting]

- Ah, Paul?
- Hmm?

This afternoon when you came,

I told you I needed you to do
something for me and Susie.

I need you to
take care of that...

before I can let you
leave this room.

W-well, of course, Hock.

I mean, when we die...

We actually go somewhere.

We're reunited.

We get to move on.

[exhaling] We get to move on.

You okay, sweetheart?

Yeah.

I'm just...

moving on.

- [gun clicking]
- No!!!

- [gun blasting]
- [gun clattering]

[body thuds on table]

- [high-pitched ringing]
- What just happened?!

- [door clattering]
- [Bob gasping]

We have to get the
hell outta here.

[doorknob rattling]

No! No!!! The door's locked!
He locked us in here!

Why the hell would he do that?!

He must have the key, Paul.

- What?
- Paul.

- What?
- Honey, honey,

- look for the key.
- Oh.

Oh God, [crying]
what did you do?

What did you do?

Wait, wait... this... here, yes.

- [doorframe breaks]
- [body thudding]

- [Hildegard gasping]
- What is this?

[Hildegard gasping]

I have to get out of here,
I have to get out of here.

Ach du meine guüte!
He shot himself?

[Marla] Yeah.

Now, wait just a minute.

Meine guüte, verdammt nochmal.

Wait, what were you doing,
what were you doing in there?

- ScheiBße!
- You're a Kraut.

[lock clicking]
[gun clicking]

Oh my God, Paul! What
are you doing?

Take your hand off the door.

But, but we really
need to leave.

We need to get outta here, Paul.

We need to call the cops.

[Paul] Take your hand
off the door.

Am I the only Goddamn one here

who wants some fucking answers?

We all want answers, Paul.

Have you snapped your cap?

I just saw a ghost.

My best friend blew
his brains out,

and now...

Some dizzy Kraut
is hiding in Hock's closet.

So no, I don't think
I'm overreacting, Bob.

Now, what's your name?

- Are we really doing this?
- We are.

Sit down.

- [radio turns on abruptly]
- Oh my God.

[lively swing music]

♪ I got a gal ♪

My name is Hildegard Bauman.

- You're German?
- By birth, yes.

You a Nazi?

Mein Gott,
you're all the same.

The war is over.

Says who?

Answer the question.

I moved from Erlangen to
New York in 1931.

My father-in-law owns the
grocery two blocks away.

I work there.

I live three doors
down from here

with my husband and two girls.

Last September after the
Jap surrender,

his wife decided that because
I was German, I was a spy.

Ja, ich weiss.

- Was?
- Oh, I know.

She rang me up,
begging me to come

to the city and interrogate you.

She was losing it,
she was saying

the Krauts were moving
in on all sides.

- You never told me that.
- I know.

She spit on my daughters.
She spit on them!

- She was a patriot.
- She was a lunatic!

The war was over, and
she couldn't let it end.

It was only after she
slit her wrists

that this bastard decided
to believe her.

Last night after I was
closing up shop,

I saw him sitting on his
front stairs, shivering,

drunk as always.

He says he's sorry for
everything that happened.

Offers me a whiskey.

I think, " Ja, why not?"

I mean, we put all of
this behind us.

The next thing I know, I
woke up in that closet.

That piece of shit drugged me!

Are... you... a Nazi?

- I am an American.
- [radio buzzing]

My husband and my two girls,

they must be so
worried about me.

To hell with him!

That's my best friend
you're talking about there.

I don't want to fight with you.

I just want to go home.

How do we know
you're not a Nazi?

I suppose you don't.

Susie thought you were.

And Clive didn't believe her.

None of us did.

You speak Kraut, Marla.

Why didn't you come up
here and interrogate her

when Susie asked you to?

Because Susie was unwell!

Because the Germans lost
the goddam war in May,

and because it's not my job
to interrogate civilians!

It's not my job to
interrogate anyone anymore!

I, I think that maybe
we should--

I think maybe we should
let the adults talk, Bob.

Don't you dare talk to Bob

as if he were less of a
man than you.

And I don't need
a gun to prove it.

Susie was all worked
up because she thought

this dame was a Nazi! She
cut her wrists!

What did that get her, huh?

- [Archie] And Hock.
- Hock was not well.

He just shot himself in
the head, Arch!

Hock was one of the smartest
men I've ever known.

And Hitler was a fine painter.

[chuckling] Now is not a
good time to be witty, Kraut.

Good men can change.

They can be blinded by hate.

We lived on this street
peacefully for eleven years,

until one day his
wife chose hate.

She chose it. It consumed
her and it killed her.

Of course he would
follow in her footsteps.

Of course, he would
also choose hate.

You know, you're
awfully observant.

Ja, this is New York.
We see things.

We know what our neighbors are
up to.

Yeah well see, now that
sounds like spy talk.

Oh ja? Well if I was a Nazi,
who would I be spying for?

Hitler's dead. Breslau's a
pile of rubble.

Our allies died because
of Nazi spies.

I am not a Nazi!

Paul, put the gun down.

We could all use a breath.

[gun clicking]

[cane tapping]

[whiskey sloshing]

What are you doing, Paul?

[bottle clanging]

Makin' a drink.

Well, slag off and open the
door. We gotta call the police.

Then what, Marla?

The police show up, they
throw ol' Clive in a body bag,

and then they let the
Kraut walk free.

You know how this works.

We file a suspicion form
and she gets checked out.

Susie filed dozens of those.

They don't do shit.

Hitler's dead, Paul.

You're fightin' a pile of ashes.

The war's over.

Says who?

I've interrogated a
lot of spies.

That woman doesn't set
off one single red flag.

Look at her.

Look, we loved Susie,
but she was just gone.

And then Hock lost it
after she died.

I mean, that's why we were
called here tonight, right?

To calm him down?

You know, he may have lost
it, but Hock was always Hock.

You're damn right he was.

What's your point Arch? Huh?

Let's say Hock and Susie
were right, she is a spy.

We're not judge, jury,
and executioner.

Our best friend is
dead on the table.

We gotta get out of here.

You've done a hell of a
lot of interrogating Marla,

but you've never been out there.

On the front lines,
it's kill or be killed.

- Okay, yeah.
- [cane taps on floor]

This isn't the front line, Archie.

This is Park Slope.

See, you've never been
out there either, Bob.

You've never seen a squadron
of Krauts charging at you,

death in their beady eyes,
machine guns roaring.

You've never seen your
friends... your brothers

pop like balloons full of blood.

I am grateful every
day that I haven't seen

the horrible things
that you've seen.

But that doesn't make
me any less of a man.

[Paul scoffing]

We have seen some unbelievable
things here tonight, Paul.

There's a very good chance
that no one in this room

has their proper
wits about them.

Speak for yourself.

You will stop talking to
Bob like that.

We need to get out of here,

and we need to let the
right people handle it.

What if we are the right people?

Come on, Arch.

Why did Hock lock us in
here in the first place?

And why did he store
a Kraut in his closet?

I mean, he's got a basement.

If he really wanted to
keep her a secret,

he could have found a much
better place to store her.

No, no...
There was a method here.

- He wanted us to find her.
- [Marla scoffs]

There's a reason he
invited his best friend,

his interrogator, and his
trigger man here tonight.

He wanted us to see
what he'd done.

He wanted us to finish this.

That's why he wanted me
to come here early today.

What?

That's what he'd been trying
to tell me all afternoon.

- What?
- He wanted me to kill this woman

before y'all even showed up.

And right, right before he
popped himself,

he said he needed me to
do something for him,

before he would even
let me leave.

I don't get it. If he
wanted to kill her,

why didn't he just
do it himself?

Because Hock wasn't a killer.

I'm sorry, Colonel Clive
Hockstatter wasn't a killer?

Oh, he had no problem
with killing.

He just couldn't do it himself.

He'd freeze up, look
like he was gonna heave.

Any time there was blood,
he'd send in someone else

to get their hands red,
someone like me.

- That's drivel.
- No, it's true.

No, no fellas, all those
stories he regaled to me,

- on and on and--
- Marla.

- What?
- That was bunko.

You know how he felt about you.

He would say anything to put
stars in your pretty eyes.

Excuse me... may we please
get back to me?

- Sure.
- Arch, knock it off.

No, I want some straight
dope on why Susie and Hock

thought this dame was a Nazi.

Because, because I'm German...
Archie?

Because I sound like the enemy.

Well, if it looks like a duck
and it quacks like a duck.

It could still be a goose.

You know, when
we came to America...

It was for a better life.

They told us it was The
Great Melting Pot.

A place where every
race, every religion,

every language was welcome.

Silver-tongued government
propaganda, all of it.

Hey! That's Hock's booze.

Ja? well he owes me one.

[Hildegard clears throat]

It's easy to create an enemy.

All you need are slanty
eyes, different color skin,

or an accent.

But it's always better
if they speak

a different tongue, isn't it?

Must be easier to kill someone
when you can't understand

their cries for help.
- Shut up.

You've killed a lot of
Germans, haven't you?

So what's one more?

But when was the last
time you killed someone

who could tell you their
husband's name,

or their children's
favorite radio show?

[gun clicks]

I'm not some nameless soldier
shouting fascist nonsense.

I'm a green grocer who
came to New York

chasing the American dream.

My friends call me Hildy.
My husband's name is Juürgen.

My girls go to PS 124.

And we let them
stay up to listen

to "The Charlotte
Greenwood Show".

- Goddamn it.
- Are we good?

No, I'm not gonna shoot
you, but I don't like you.

I don't like your name,

and I don't like you
living in my country.

Well, suppose that's a start,
isn't it?

Now, can we please
open the door?

No, we cannot.

You know, y'all might
fall for a solid

dog and pony show, but not me.

Let's see... when was
the last time

I killed someone who
spoke English?

Yeah, a year and
a half ago in Salerno.

A weasely little Wop with
big brown eyes...

Looked me up and down
half a dozen times

before stammering out,
"I l-l-love America."

[sips drink and sighs]

I stabbed that little
Dago right in the mouth.

Do you wanna know why?

Because given half a chance,

he would've done the
same Goddamn thing to me.

Or maybe he was just a
scared Italian boy,

who secretly loved America.

Get those words outta your
mouth, you dirty Kraut.

[glass hitting table]

You don't get to talk about
my country. Neither did he.

This is my country!!!

Land of the free.

Pssh! She's a Nazi!

You say your last
name's DiFranco?

What of it?

You boast of killing
Italians, and yet you are one.

She's takin' us for a walk.

Jesus. Breathe, DiFranco.

After all we've seen tonight,
she knows!

What? What have you seen?

You were in the closet,
didn't you hear it?

Well, I, I was drugged.

I-I think I'm still drugged.

- Damn it.
- I heard voices.

I heard Clive yelling and,
and a gunshot.

I panicked, I started
kicking harder.

There was a... a séance.
[chuckling]

And we connected with, with-

Why are you telling
her any of this?

It was Susan! She told Clive--

Shut up, Bob.

What are you trying to
accomplish here Paul, huh?

Open the Goddamn door!

Or what, Marla? You
going to break my finger?

Oh, I might.

Why don't you just try
and interrogate it open?

Okay.

She's on the beam, Paul.
Open the door.

Three minutes, Arch.

That's how long it's been
since you've had your doubts,

and now you're willing to let
this bitch stroll outta here.

Classic. Right when I
need you, you turn faggot.

Excuse me?

You know what I mean.

Yeah, I do. But I'm gonna
pretend like I don't

and we're still being
cordial to one another.

Oh, for God's sake.

If you've got a problem Major,
speak up.

But it'd better be
about Brownshirts,

and not wearing I'm
dippin' my dick.

We're on the same team, Paulie.

Thanks for the reminder...
Baby Butcher.

- [tense ominous music]
- What does that mean?

Nothin'.

What does that mean, Paul?

Well...

it might mean, that Archie here,

asked me to stand before
the grand jury

and tell them that I did not see

what I definitely saw
back in Berlin.

All to protect my friend,

and the reputation of
this great country.

I knew it. Dammit, I
knew you did it.

- Shut up.
- Archie?

Paul... he did it?

[soft uneasy music]

You did it?

Archie was right, Marla.

You've never had two dozen
Nazis charging at you.

He's not being tried
for killing Nazis, Paul.

He's being tried
for killing children.

[soft ominous music]

You're Archibald Stanton,
from the news radio?

The Berlin Butcher?

You said the kid who who
did it was, was dead.

Surprise.

Oh, I'm going to be sick.

Don't be so dramatic, Marla.

You're starting to
sound like Hock.

Shut up.

I told you he did it.

You wanna know what
happened, Marla? Huh?

We were being picked off
by two Nazi sharpshooters.

One by one, kid after
screaming all-American kid.

Hock knew we had to
take that rooftop.

So he told Archie that
if he led the charge

and saved even one more of
our boys from sniper fire,

he'd have a hero's
welcome when he got home.

He said he was my Colonel,

and that if anything went wrong,

he would take responsibility.

I didn't think about it.

In war, you don't
have time to think.

You look at the faces of the
men you've sworn to save,

and you race into hell.

And I... I ran straight for
that building,

praying that if one of
the countless bullets

I heard whizzing past
my ears actually hit me,

that it'd be over quick,
and I wouldn't be left

flopping around on the road.

And I pressed against that wall.

Oh God...

Broke the first window
I came to and,

tossed a belt of pineapples
into that building.

It wasn't until after the
smoke cleared that we saw--

It was a kindergarten center.

I've been reading about
this for weeks.

It was a children's shelter.

War isn't fair, Kraut.

I followed my orders
to the letter,

I did exactly as I was told.

Our boys took the roof,

knocked off their snipers
and saved our soldiers.

Fifty-six children.

[sighs]

You knew they were in there.

Everyone knew they
were in there.

It was a registered shelter.

Hock knew. He just didn't care.

God... damn it.

When the press asked, he
made up a story

about a trigger-happy private,

said he was killed in the blast.

But people started talking.

Soldiers started putting it
together and I, I got worried,

but he said everything
was gonna be okay.

He was gonna clear my name
and keep me outta prison,

and that everyone was
going to eat crow.

And that people would
stop saying those awful,

awful things to my mama every
time she left her house.

Well... Clive just blew his
brains out, so...

- [dark music]
- I'm a good man.

I mean, who, who... who are you?

I mean, what, what kind of man?

You can't say that.

You weren't there... It happens.

"It happens"?!

God, all those kids.

I mean, what kind
of man, would--

[Hildegard] A good one.

In war, good men are tasked
with doing terrible things

every single day.

This does not make them
terrible people.

[Paul] And what do you
know about war?

I know my family is
still in Berlin.

My nieces and nephews...

They could have been
in that school,

but somehow I cannot call
you a monster, Major Stanton.

You were fighting for
your country.

You were doing your job.

- [soft ominous music]
- I was... I still am.

I'm not a bad man.

No, none of us are bad.

We simply do as, as we
are commanded.

And just who is your Commander?

I thought you worked in
a grocery store

with your father-in-law.

Ja, I do.

And you call him... Commander?

No, no, I do not call
him Commander.

I, I work for him, so
I do as as he commands.

Don't play with me, bitch.

I can see your mask slipping

every time you open your mouth.

I have tried to express to
you that I do not believe

a man's singular actions
make him evil.

Especially if that man believes

that what he is doing is moral.

I do not believe Major
Stanton to be a bad man,

simply because he was
following orders.

Just like I do not believe
you to, to be a bad man,

because you are trying
to protect your friend,

and your country.

Say it.

Some days I can even
try to believe

that my mentally ill
neighbors who were only acting

out of a crushing love for
their government and homeland

were not bad people.

[Paul] Say it.

My name is Hildy Bauman. I
moved to New York in 1931.

My father-in-law owns the
grocery two blocks away.

I work there! I live
three doors down from here

with my husband and
my two girls.

- Say it.
- [soft uneasy music]

- I am an American.
- Liar!!!

Can we please just open the
door and call the police?

- [radio screeching]
-♪ Is you is or is you ain't ♪

- Not again.
- For God's sake.

[radio stops]

What are you
gonna do, Paul? Huh?!

Kill her right here in
Hock's brownstone?! Is that--

Just open the door, Paul!

They're right Major,
open the door.

We're losing our
heaven-sent minds.

You can't mean that.

Please, Major.

I can't believe what
I'm hearing.

Archie, you are an
American hero.

You're not the kind
of man who lets

a Nazi spy walk out of a room.

- Marla.
- What?

The Krauts bombed your base.

Yeah.

They burnt your pretty body
and left you with a gimp leg.

They killed every friend
you had outside this room.

I know.

- Bob.
- Yeah?

Well, I don't know tits
about what it is you do.

But somehow I doubt that
the Pentagon would allow

a Nazi sympathizer to
push their pencils.

Really? Nobody?

Well in that case Major,
I'll make you a deal.

I give you the key, you
give me the gun.

Absolutely not.

I am not speaking to you, Bob.

I'm sorry Major, but I
can't do that.

Well then, I guess we'd
better get cozy.

To hell with you then,
and to hell with this!

Archie, what are you doing?!

[gunshots]

[grunting] God damn it!

[gasping] I- I don't understand.

- Why won't it open?
- [gun blasting]

Check the rounds.

[gun clicking]

Well, the bullet Clive
used sure worked!

Enough! Paul I need you
to take the key

out of your pocket and
open the goddam door.

This is not up for discussion,

and I don't want to point
a weapon at my friend.

Oh, Archie...

Please, Major?

Fine. Fuck all'a ya.

But, if you make me
open this door

and go against everything I am,

I will not take the stand
for you, Archie.

Oh, I will stand, before
my God and my country,

and I will tell them how
you spinelessly

blew those toddlers
limb from limb,

just like the newsmen
say you did.

Hock had me come early
before any of y'all,

to do what he couldn't do,
what, what Susie couldn't do.

He wanted me to kill this woman.

And if you make me
open this door,

I will follow that Nazi
home and beat her to death

in front of her family.

- [gun clicking]
- [soft tense music]

I am not a Nazi.

- [cane crashing]
- That's it!!!

What's it?

You wanna know if she's a Nazi,
Paul?

Huh? Is that it? You want proof?

Is that the only way
you're gonna let us out

of this Goddamn room?

I already know.

You don't know squat.

And if you're not
gonna help, and

if you're just gonna
panic, I'm taking charge.

If this were my base, I'd
demand all three of you

get out of this room, but
apparently that's not an option.

- So get over there.
- What?

Go over there, all of you.

What are you doing, Marla?

My job... my shitty job.

Marla. I don't think
that's the best idea.

You know what? I'm
all out of ideas.

This will confirm it one
way or another, go on.

Go on.

Sit, Frau Bauman.

Um... why?

Because I told you to.

[soft ominous music]

[cane tapping]

I don't think you're a spy.

- Thank you.
- Don't thank me.

We've apparently found
ourselves in a situation

where you and I can't
leave this room

until we are certain
you're not a Nazi.

Hold my hand, Hildy.

[soft ominous music]

Fuck you, Paul.

What, what is-

Sh-sh-sh.

[speaking in German]

Hmm?

Mm-hmm.

Stay with me now, Hildy.
Here we go.

You need to listen to me very
closely right now Hildy, hmm?

If you stand up, you'll
be admitting guilt.

If you attempt to break free,
you'll be admitting guilt.

You will stay seated
with your hand in mine,

until I tell you our time
together is complete.

- But--
- You will answer

every question no matter
how many times I ask it.

And although it might
seem otherwise,

you and I are alone,
quite alone right now.

Now, what is your full name?

Um, Hildegard Bauman.

Are you now, or have
you ever been

a member of the National
Socialist German Workers Party?

No, the Nazi party no
longer exists.

That's not what I asked.

No, no, no, no, no. Mm-mm. No.

Who's your primary employer?

Bergen Street Grocery.

What's your husband's full name?

- Juürgen Bauman.
- Mm-hmm.

What are your daughter's names?

Robin and Melissa Bauman.

Why did Susan
Hockstatter believe

you were a spy for the
German government?

Because she was a sick woman.

Bullshit.

Did you want me to stop, Paul?

Why did Susan
Hockstatter believe

you were a spy for the
German government?

- I told you.
- You will answer.

Oh, no. [gasping]

All of my questions, no matter
how many times I ask them.

Why did Susan Hockstatter...

believe you were a spy for the
German government?

Because, because I
have an accent.

Because she needed a
personification of her fears.

Because she wasn't ready
for this war to be over.

And her husband,
Clive Hockstatter?

He- he didn't believe
her when she was alive.

It was only after she
died that he needed

a- a target to aim
his guilt at.

I became that target.

You do realize the
Hockstatters were not religious

or political fanatics, correct?

That they were
high-ranking military,

and upstanding members of
their community?

- Ja.
- Yeah.

But they were
sick people. [screaming]

Hildy! Fraäulein!
Are you now,

or have you ever been a
member of the Nazi party?

Nein... Nein...

Are you now or have you
ever been a member

of the National Socialist
German Workers Party?

What? ...No! [screaming]

Are you now, or have
you ever been a member

of the National Socialist
German Workers Party?

Nein... Nein.

What's your full name?

Hildy... [whimpering]
Hildegard Bauman.

Verzeíhung.

[Hildegard gasping]

[cane tapping]

Open the door Paul.
She's not a Nazi.

Open the door!

I can't believe what
I'm hearing.

Is that all you're
going to do to her?

You wanna do my job for me,
Paul?

No, but I, I just-

That's all I needed to do, Paul.

I have my answer.

And if you have any
respect for me whatsoever,

you'll take that as
your answer too.

Earlier you said um,
faith was about

what you couldn't see?
About what you believe?

Well, I know what I believe.

Open the damn door.

[footsteps]

Marla, you are the finest woman

the US military has ever seen.

I'm not.

It's such a goddam
shame you ended up

with this pencil neck.

[Marla scoffs]

[footsteps]

- [key clicking]
- [strange, eerie music]

What the hell?

The, the key it just, it
just disappeared.

Paul, don't you dare.

The door, the door just ate it.

[Bob] That's a load of baloney, Paul.

[Marla] What did you do?

I didn't do any, do you
see it on me anywhere?

- Paul!
- Come on.

I didn't do anything.

Well, somebody better
do something.

[Clive] Somebody...

[ominous music]

[Clive breathing]

Somebody is,

going to do something.

[Hildegard gasping]

[Clive gasping]

No, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, I, what?

[gasping] Somebody is
going to

kill... that... Nazi.

Leiber Gott!

- Clive--
- He's dead, right?

- Clive?
- He's very dead.

Well, he doesn't sound dead!

[soft ominous music]

Major...

No, no, no... This, this
isn't, this isn't right.

- Help, somebody help!
- Can anyone hear us?!

Help! Help! Help!

Ich muss hier raus,
verdammt nochmal!

- Shut up...
- Can anyone help me?!

Help! Help! Help!

Outta the way!

Shut up... shut up!

[poker clangs on floor]

Shut up!!!

Hock?

Oh, what is going on?
[clearing throat]

- Colonel?
- Be careful.

[soft ominous music]

Colonel?

Kill... her.

What?

Kill... the... Nazi.

[heavy breathing]
[clears throat]

Okay.

No! Nein!
No, no, no! Please.

- No, Paul.
- Please, please.

You heard him.

Oh, this is hell, this room...

[soft ominous music]

And we're locked in it until
one of us offs this Kraut.

There, there must be
another way.

Oh, I pray there isn't.

There has to be.

This, this is why we
are here tonight.

Not for support, not to
save our friend.

He was dead before we
even got here.

Hock needs one of us to
get our hands red.

Wait... we finish the séance.

- What?
- Yeah, we, we finish the séance.

We're, we're still in
another realm.

Hock said if we uncoupled
our hands during the séance,

that the door would stay open.

The door is locked, Marla.

Not the parlor door! The door
to the other side, you know?

But if we can close that door,

whatever's keeping us in
here has to go back, correct?

That's insane.

Our dead friend says
we have to kill

a Kraut green grocer spy

in order to unlock his
parlor room doors.

Now that, that right
there is insane.

Okay, you kinda, you
got a point.

Give me the gun Archie.
I have to end this.

No.

Oh, you're protecting her now?

- Yeah.
- Give me that goddam--

- Paul.
- Oh, I don't believe

we're even having this conversation.

I say we try the séance.

Oh see, baby Bob
agrees with Marla.

Big whopper of a surprise.

Why don't you cram it, Paul?

Nobody's gonna be
killing anyone.

We try the séance and
if that doesn't work,

we try something else,
we just keep trying.

[chair slams]

Stay here.

We try it, and if it doesn't
work, I give you the gun.

What, what? No.

You just stay right there.

I'll be with you in a minute.

Let's hope this works.

Oh, God damn it.

[chair scrapes across floor]

But whatever happens,
still killing that Nazi.

- But I--
- Don't.

I don't know what to do.

Well, neither did he.

Yeah, and how did that turn out?

Just tell him to go away.

"Tell him to go away?"

That's pure poetry.

Uh, this is a message to
the spirit world.

End this.

What Hock started, we're
prepared to stop.

- We're through with you.
- [Clive gasping]

Oh god.

Our friend Clive
Hockstatter was hurting

more than any good man should.

And he wanted answers
to soothe his pain.

He wanted to know that there
is something else out there,

and now he knows, we all know.

So now this is over.

It's not over.

- Shut up, Hock.
- It is over!

This madness is over this
war, this fucking war is over!

Says who?

You don't belong here
anymore you, you coward!

You need to leave us alone!

You're not gonna drag us
into the dark with you.

That is my best friend
you're talking to there, Bob.

Yeah? Well, he was a sad old
bitter knob, just like you!

[Clive gasping]

Hock never liked you Bob,

and neither did Susie.

To hell with the both of them!

- [light shattering]
- [group shouting]

- What happened?
- The fuse blew.

[Bob] Was there a power failure?

[Archie] What do you think, Bob?

Hock, turn the lights back on.

[Clive] Go on, Susie.

[candles whooshing]

- You...
- Susie?

- You...
- Oh, Mein Gott.

Gehe weg!

[Susie] You did this,
all of this.

You moved into my neighborhood.

You poisoned my city,
you poisoned me.

No, stop it.

[Susie] You killed me.

- You crept into my house.
- What?

- Pinned me down...
- That's a lie.

And slit... my... wrists.

Absolutely not, you crazy bitch!

- [Susie shouting]
- [Hildegard gasping]

[knife clattering]

She's lying! She's mad!
She slit her own wrists!

Go on, show them how you did it.

Stop it, stop it!

- [radio hissing]
- [Hildegard gasping]

Did you do it?

Did you kill Susie?

No, no... I've, I've, I've
never killed anyone,

let alone a sick woman.

How about a sick woman
who found you out?

Susie? Hock... let us go.

[Clive exhaling]

Hock, stop it.

Stop it.

Stop it!

We're not gonna kill her, Hock.

Yeah, speak for yourself.

It's not happening, Paulie.

I can't count the
number of times

you made me kill for you, Hock.

You aren't doing it again.

You ain't doing it again!

- Archie!
- Jesus, please.

Jesus, let me out.

Send me to prison...
Send me to hell.

Just let me out. Please.

[lock clanking]

[gunfire blasting] Hilfe!

Close the door!

- [gunfire blasting]
- [German children sobbing]

[Archie gasping]

That's it. I'm doing
this for Susie.

- Paul, no!
- Kill her.

- [Paul grunting]
- [Hildegard gasping]

Let go, let go Paul.

- Oh, to hell with you.
- [Hildegard gasping]

- [Clive groaning]
- [soft ominous music]

- Let her go, Paul!
- Whoa! Oh oh! Bobbo!

[Hildegard gasping]

Put the gun down,
nobody's killing anybody.

- What a crock.
- [Hildegard gasping]

You look away for one second, Bob,

I'm ripping that gun
from your hands

and I'm shoving it down
to her throat.

No, you're not.

That snatch killed
Susie and Hock.

I'm still fighting
this war Marla,

and I'll take you down if
I have to, Arch.

[Marla] Paul.

I'll take everyone in this
room down if I have to.

Are you listening to yourself,
huh?!

Have you lost your Goddamn mind?

We're your best friends!

Calm down, Major.

I swore an oath to protect
the United States of America.

And no one in this
room is standing

between me and my country.

I'm doing this for Hock and
Susie... just like he ordered.

[coughing] This is insane.

Shut the fuck up.

- Now... Bob.
- Hmm?

I'm going to ask one more time, nicely.

Will you give me that
God damn gun... please?

No.

We've clearly reached
the end of our time here.

Paul, I've done terrible things.

You know that, now they
know that, but I am done.

I can't be be a part of
this anymore.

You? You can't be a part
of killing Nazis?

Killing anyone Paul! That's
not what I signed up for!

Protecting your friends
and family from Nazis

is exactly what you
signed up for!

No, she's not a Nazi.

The Nazis are gone.

We're fighting ghosts,
Paul... ghosts like Hock.

You ruined my goddam life.

You told me to blow up a
schoolhouse for America.

You told me you'd take
care of me and then you,

you go and shoot yourself.

I'm not a bad man.

And the only person in this room

who seems to understand
that is the Kraut.

[coughing]

Kill her!

Kill her, Paulie. Kill her,
Paulie... Paul...

[coughing]

- Kill her!
- I am trying, sir.

Kill her!

[head thuds on table]

Kill her!

♪ I got a girl who's
always late♪

- [head smashing]
- [swing music]

[head smashing]

No!

Hock, stop it!

♪ Is you is or is you
ain't my baby♪

♪ The way you're acting
lately makes me doubt♪

Well.

♪ Youse is still my baby, baby ♪

You heard him.

♪ Seems my flame in your heart ♪

- Stop.
-♪ Done gone out ♪♪

- Don't!
- [gunshot blasting]

[screaming] You blew my
fucking hand off!

- I'm gonna kill you.
- Stop!

- [gun blasting]
- [Marla gasping]

[body thuds on floor]

♪ You'll find you've
gone and made a change♪

What did you do? [crying]

♪ Is you is or is you
ain't my baby♪

Danke lieber Gott...

♪ Maybe baby's found
somebody new♪

♪ Or is my baby still
my baby true♪

Bob... Thank you. I
thought he would--

[gunshot blasting]

[body thuds on floor]

What did you do, Bob?

[radio squelches off]

[gun clattering]

I had to do it.

[soft uneasy music]

[door clattering]

[soft uneasy music continues]

Open the damn door... Colonel.

Now!

- [door clanking]
- [soft uneasy music]

[footsteps]

[door clattering]

[fireplace crackling]

[Bob crying]

[soft uneasy music continues]

- [door opens]
- [wind whistles]

[soft somber music]

[door closes]

[lighter clicking]

Going into the Bureau tomorrow.

I'm gonna tell them
what happened in Berlin.

What really happened.

Good.

It is.

What about them?

I'll take responsibility for
what I've done. Will you?

I had to do it.

So did I, Bobbo. So did I.

Sorry Marla.

I love you.

I love you too, Arch.

- Abyssinia.
- Auf Wiedersehen

See you in the papers.

[soft uneasy music]

I've got it.

I know you do.

[soft uneasy music]

[car door shuts]

[car door shuts]

Can't we just fuck the
whole goddam war?

[sighs]

The war's over.

[wind whooshing]

[crying]

Says who?

[wind whooshing]

- [soft somber music]
- [Marla crying]

["Alone in Brooklyn"
by Jo Hill plays]