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Yeah, hi, I'm trying to reach Rebecca Friedman.

Oh, I'm sorry, I thought this was the history department.

Can you transfer me?

Yes, I can hold.

Yes, I'm trying to reach Rebecca Friedman.

Is she there?

When did she leave?

Well, if she was just in her office a minute ago,

can you go look for her? Okay, never mind.

No, no message.

Papers, please.

Grumball Fuhrer Morgan Pym.

So, Herr Obergruppenführer Block's not with you.

He was supposed to be here three days ago.

When will he be here?

I'm not sure.

Have a drink?

You must have had a long ride. I should have been relieved months ago, you know.

I've heard a rumor the Americans could be here within the week.

Most of the SS have already pulled out.

How am I supposed to manage this camp with a skeleton crew?

I have over 100,000 prisoners when you combine all the camps.

More coming every day.

I'm afraid I lost track of the days on my way here.

What's the date?

It's May 1st, my friend.

The end is coming.

No doubts plague me, no scruples as well. I'm not afraid of devil or hell.

That's from Faust.

You know your Goethe? Where are you from, Tim?

Nuremberg.

Munich, myself.

I doubt I shall ever see it again.

Still, work goes on in the factories.

Doctors carry out their experiments.

Bodies burn. Is it noble, do you think, to stay, carry out our orders to the last?

We all have to do what we can.

Would you mind if I take a look around the camp?

Friedman!

Here.

Bolshevik?

Yeah, yeah.

Gruber! Here.

It's okay. You can look at me.

I'm here about your deal.

Miss Friedman, I'm here to help you try to save your soul.

But I don't have any idea what's happening. How long have you been here?

I... I walked out of my office ten years ago.

When I came out the other side of the door, I was in Munich in 1935.

I was in a room full of Jewish intellectuals, and they all seemed to know me.

Five seconds later, the Nazis came through the door.

We were all sent to their new concentration camp, Dachau, as political prisoners.

So you've been here for ten years?

I was at that house for two years, and they started shuttling me from camp to camp,

never with any explanation, never killing me like everyone else.

I've been here at Mauthausen for almost a year.

The devil can't let you die during your deal.

He's been keeping you alive by moving you.

Why put me through this?

Why make me see the things I've seen and not give me what I sold my soul for?

Which was?

I had that in my hand when I walked out of my office.

Josef Friedman is my father.

I read about him online.

He's an Auschwitz survivor.

84 years old.

And two survivors from Treblinka, older than he is.

They see a picture of him and say he was a Nazi guard.

A lifetime of devotion to Judaism.

To my mother before she died.

To me.

The tattoo on his arm.

A73489.

None of it was enough to keep them from extraditing him to Israel.

My own people, taking someone from their home based on nothing.

Just like I was taken in Munich.

Just like the Nazis.

All I wanted were his papers.

You sold your soul for proof of his innocence?

I'd spent a year researching, digging, but all the records had been destroyed.

But what is it better now?

Ten years.

My father must be dead.

No.

Time has only passed for you here, not in the present.

If we succeed, I think you'll return to the moment you left,

and your father will be alive.

Excuse me, Herr Sturmbach, but we have a shipment of cattle, all right?

Oh, my God!

Oh my god.

Something wrong with him?

This one does not look healthy to me.

Do you have typhus?

What?

What is it? Do you think there's something special about this one?

I just think he would be a good worker for the quarry.

For the quarry?

You want us to prolong his agony.

Is that it?

He looks strong.

Put him in a box.

You better get back to work.

You don't wanna keep them waiting.

I see she got down to your private room.

I hope they left a mint on his pillow.

You could have just given her his papers. That's all she wanted.

I know, but time travel is just so much fun.

So I'm supposed to believe this is all real. Oh, this is real.

And believe me, you're going to have to keep a close eye on your client.

She's gonna get into a whole lot of mischief

if she keeps changing the course of events.

You mean saving him?

I really have to go.

I've got six brain surgeries before lunch,

and they're kind of a struggle when you're not using anesthesia.

So this is it.

Rebecca has to make her amends here.

It is close to paradise, but I'm sure she'll find some little flaw to correct.

But it doesn't make any sense.

I didn't change anything by saving my father.

We know he survived the camp or I wouldn't exist.

Something must have prevented your father from being

gassed when you weren't here to intervene.

But maybe the way you saved him has set other changes in motion.

Or the devil could be trying to mislead us.

There must be something else you've changed

that's caused the bad luck from your deal.

What are you trying to say? I made the Holocaust worse?

How could it be worse?

I don't know.

Yet.

This is obscene.

I love my father. I loved him so much.

I sold my soul to try to save him from the pain and humiliation he was suffering.

But for the last 10 years, I've been living through this.

I've seen tens of thousands of men like my father,

gassed and shot and burned in pyres in a field with women and babies.

A professor of German history.

I knew every detail of what was coming in every camp, every year.

And you know what I've been able to change?

Nothing. I haven't saved one life.

I guess they're gonna have to change that old saying.

We're all condemned to repeat history, whether we remember it or not.

Guess I should have brought three glasses.

So you took an interest in her as well, eh?

She did show spirit this morning.

Yes. There's something about this one.

She's just another prisoner. I'll throw her back when I'm done with her.

In fact, why don't I get rid of it right now? We'll have a drink. Perhaps tomorrow.

Is it wise?

Jewishness is not contagious.

Yes, but you're the commandant.

Don't question me.

What can you offer her? A crust of bread?

I can offer her life.

Her life.

And the life of your friend.

Isn't that enough to buy you love, my dear?

Take her back.

Are you all right?

I want to see him.

I want to see my brother. Rebecca, there's only so much time.

We need to talk about your redemption.

What does your eye say to you?

Everything is connected now, I have to know.

He made me bend over and not look at him.

While he was doing it, he kept saying, I hold everyone's life in my hands.

Afterwards, you wanted me to hold him.

I could feel his terrible loneliness, even while I wanted to vomit from his kisses.

He really does want me.

Someone thought of him.

My father getting extradited, the whole mistaken identity thing,

it was all because of me.

I put this picture on the cover of my book as a surprise.

That's how those people, the ones who accused him,

that's how they even knew about him. And look at him.

You can hardly see his face.

He pleaded with me to help him.

He's so old, so frail.

If we find your redemption, we'll go back. You'll have a second chance to help him.

How do I redeem myself for what I did tonight?

It's all a monster. I loved him.

Just to save the life of one man.

Someone important.

Zerai said he was expecting someone named Block.

He thought I was a part of Block's entourage.

I know the history of Mauthausen.

I don't remember anyone named Block being here when the Allies arrived.

Oh, my God.

You think that's your father?

Are you sure?

The other man, he looked familiar.

He had the right papers, but... God, it was true.

My father was a Nazi.

But how did he become Josef Friedman?

Get back to your block.

Excuse me, Herr Commandant, I didn't realize you were busy.

I told you I didn't want us to be interrupted.

I am sorry, Herr Bloch. I thought it was with you. It's because you're an idiot.

And as far as Herr Himmler is concerned, you're a traitor as well.

Himmler knows that I...

What is your name?

And since you're not with me,

what exactly is the reason for your presence here in Mauthausen?

Actually, he works for me.

Helmut Fetter. I'm the camp doctor.

My presence here is top secret.

Neither of you has seen me or knows my name.

Is that clear?

Blind, deaf, and dumb.

We do it every day.

Come along here, Pim.

So what's the truth?

Bloch stole Friedman's identity?

Did you know that no two kidneys are exactly the same?

Even in twins?

She did change history.

Before you put Rebecca here, nothing stopped Friedman from going to the gas chamber.

He died in the morning.

And that night, Block showed up and took his papers.

Well, you have to admit, there is an incredible resemblance there.

One could almost call it fate.

I could almost call it you meddling in history so you

could get Rebecca to sell her soul 60 years later.

A good salesman does his homework. That's why Block doesn't want anyone to see him.

He wants to be able to pretend he's a prisoner when the Allies get here.

But Xeris will know.

Xeris won't be around. He'll be on the run tomorrow night,

about the same time your clan goes to hell.

How can you send her to hell?

She sold her soul for proof of her father's innocence, and he's guilty.

No, she was quite sure her father was innocent,

so she just wanted proof of what really happened.

And I'm certainly delivering on that.

He couldn't leave it alone.

Eleven million dead wasn't enough.

My dear boy.

I don't remember you selling Girl Scout cookies while Hitler thinned the herd.

No, in fact, it was about this time you were collecting

from a certain nuclear scientist in Los Alamos.

He sold his soul to stop this war.

He sold his soul to build a bomb that would incinerate whole cities.

I'm not going to let you make this 11 million in one.

That must be why I couldn't find a ledger with my father.

With Friedman's name in it.

If Friedman were already dead, there would have been a red line through his name,

and Bach needed everyone to think Friedman was alive.

And when he was safe, he destroyed Friedman's papers,

so no one could compare him to the photo.

So you're saying I have to make amends for keeping

Friedman from dying in the gas chamber?

But wasn't that a good thing?

Good for Friedman, but not necessarily for the world.

Friedman was supposed to die this morning.

If he lives, Block will make another choice which could

affect what Searice does, and so on from there.

With changes expanding out to the future like ripples in a pond.

Why couldn't they be changes for the future?

The past is what it was.

You were never supposed to be here, but now that you've changed things,

you've got to change them back.

What are you saying?

Freedman has to die?

Blog has to go free?

I have to let my father kill a man just to save my own soul?

There you are. I thought you'd be asleep, dreaming of me.

You called me a cockroach while you were raping me.

The cockroach's dream?

You said you loved me.

I lied to you because I wanted to live, but now I don't care.

If I had a knife, I'd cut off every part of me you touched.

You are unlovable.

I look... I look for mercy.

I try to find any excuse, any excuse to find mercy for you vermin.

Mercy.

Weakness.

Thank you.

Thank you for showing me the error of my ways.

Gasser.

I need you right here.

As one professional to another, I applaud you.

Get out of my way.

To save one and let the others die,

only a true killer could work with such surgical precision.

The others were already dead 60 years ago.

Commandant?

Sturmgeführer Pimm.

Two weeks ago, Reich Minister Himmler and Obergruppenführer Kaltenbrunner ordered

me to kill all inmates under my discretion if the front lines approach Mauthausen.

I've been reluctant to carry out these orders because of logistical difficulties.

But ours is not to question.

My intelligence has it.

That the Allied forces are less than two days away from Mauthausen.

Accordingly, all inmates are to be brought

into the Gusen mine this evening at 7 p.m.

and blown up.

I'll carry these letters personally to my adjutants

at Mauthausen and each of the subcamps.

Heil Hitler! Heil Hitler! Dismissed!

You said you know the history of Mauthausen.

In the last few days, did Zerise give an order to blow up the inmates?

No.

No, he was caught.

My God, is this my second?

He left the camp tonight, got caught about three weeks later, wounded in the arm.

On his deathbed, he said, Himmler gave him the order, but he never carried it out.

He's changed his mind.

Not because of me.

Hey.

Looking for someone in particular?

Get out.

Let me guess.

Dr. Fetter offered to let you use his office

so you can conduct your search in private.

What did he tell you?

How many people are you planning to kill to keep this a secret?

Your driver?

The guards who saw you come in. And now there's me.

But the question is, who have I told?

What do you want?

I want you to counterman Himmler's order.

I want you to order Zerise not to kill the inmates. I can't do that.

You can't! You outrank him! The world will be better off without these people.

You don't believe that.

You don't care whether the Jews live or die. You just want to save your own skin.

I think about it, and yeah, it makes sense.

No.

Her amends was to let Block kill Friedman and escape with his identity.

That's the event she interfered with.

But Zereich deciding to carry out Himmler's order?

That's you.

Whatever do you mean?

You couldn't resist.

You had to make things worse.

Not 11 million and one, but 11 million and 100,000.

Now, don't try to absolve the Nazis by blaming it all on me.

Your kind came up with the Holocaust all on their own.

Exactly.

You didn't get to play, but now you want to put your stamp on it.

You might be right.

But if you're wrong, Rebecca's the one who's gonna pay for it. Forever.

You're right about me, Mr. Pym.

I have no desire to die for ideology.

I'm willing to trust you feel the same.

What is this?

We need to talk inside.

Take them all back to the block.

Hurry!

All right, get up.

You can't be serious.

If I'm already dead, I don't have anything to lose.

Lie down!

How many have you sent into the suburbs, your eyes? I didn't keep count. Liar!

You know the number. You keep track of everything.

You stand corpses up for roll call just to make sure everyone is accounted for.

I do as I'm told.

You take orders to your eyes, but not from the one you think.

Who, then?

The lord of all the rats and mice, of flies and

frogs, and bugs and mice. What, the devil?

I don't believe in coincidences, Commandant.

You quote Faust, you fall in love with a Jewish inmate at first sight.

You condemn 100,000 to death over a broken heart.

I see forces at work in you that will condemn you to that for all eternity.

I don't believe in heaven or in hell.

You believe in me.

You have new orders, Commandant Zereis.

You will leave the camp tonight. You will tell no one about our conversation.

And when you're caught three weeks from now,

you will tell them you never followed through on Hitler's order.

If you don't follow these instructions, I will kill you,

and there's nothing you can do to stop me.

Do you understand? Who are you?

Do you understand?

How'd you know what I was looking for? Did Siraj tell you?

Then why put out his papers for me?

Why show me the way?

I didn't.

Perhaps it was destiny.

Hitler committed suicide in his bunker two days ago.

There is no destiny.

Except what we make for ourselves.

It's an uncanny resemblance.

It's better than I was hoping for.

Yes, uncanny.

And so Hans Block is no more.

Perhaps Josef Friedman will be a better man.

He killed you.

I did what you said. I let him kill Friedman.

But then he killed you, too.

Not Morgan, my dear.

But he will kill another.

It's been ten years, Rebecca.

Have you missed me? No, it can't be.

Helmut Fetter was a real person.

Oh, yes, yes. I just possessed his body for Morgan's arrival.

I'll be returning him to his fate just as soon as we're done here.

By the look of it, that won't be long now.

Don't listen to him, Rebecca.

It's over.

All we have to do is walk away.

Can you really live with all this, Rebecca?

For ten years you watched the Holocaust unfold, and you saved no one.

Can you really buy back your soul at the price of another man's life?

This was all a setup.

He knew you'd save Freeman. He arranged it so Freeman would be here.

The only Jew in Europe with an uncanny resemblance to Bloch.

Well, let's forget about the past, Rebecca.

Let's talk about the future.

Let's talk about that picture in your pocket.

Your poor mother, Lepke.

She died so young.

Tuberculosis.

Isn't that what he told you?

Actually, we doctors would call it a cerebral hemorrhage.

A head wound.

He beat your mother to death, Rebecca.

And if you let him live, she dies. All over again. No.

That isn't the future.

It already happened, Rebecca, almost 40 years ago.

It has to happen.

What was that you said, Rebecca?

We're all condemned to repeat history whether we remember it or not.

Well, now's your chance.

Your chance to make a change.

Rebecca, no.

Thank you.