Hunters (2020–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - The Pious Thieves - full transcript

Mama?

Jakob Schneider!

Jakob Schneider!

Next.

I know a way out of here.

You like our humble institution?

It is impressive, I must say.

Fredric Hauser.

- Meyer Offerman.
- It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Offerman.

It's a pleasure
to meet you, too.

I must say, given your stature
as a businessman,



I'm surprised we haven't
crossed paths before.

Perhaps, uh,
we weren't fated to.

Let me show you
my pantheon of fortune.

Tell me, Mr. Offerman, uh,
can you keep a secret?

Well, I suppose that depends
on the secret. Hmm?

A very fine answer.

Well...

But in this bank,

our answer is always
a resounding yes.

Yes.

Secrecy is our currency,
Mr. Offerman.

Let me ask you,

do you think...

...that your money is being
protected right now?



Hmm? No.
It is being taxed

and tallied and scrutinized.

But here,

we operate on one
simple philosophy:

they cannot take
what they cannot see.

Ah.

Jonah.

Jonah?

Come on, son, talk to me.

Your friend was shot twice
during his shift.

Nothing stolen,
nothing taken from the register.

Any idea why this happened,
why he might have been targeted?

No idea.

Did you get a look at the guy?

No. It was too dark.

What?

You had to have seen him.

It was too dark.

I didn't see shit.

After your grandmother's murder,

you came in here
spouting off every detail.

You can remember how the guy
escaped down the alley,

how he was wearing sweats,
how he had a black hat.

And now your friend's dead, that
you hurried past the killer,

and you got nothing for me?

Jonah, you got to
help me out here.

I don't know what to say.
I told you, it was dark.

I-I couldn't see shit.
It was dark.

What the fuck
do you want me to do?

You want me to...
repeat myself all night?

I... my best friend just got...

My best friend just got fucking
shot to death. Fuck this.

Jonah.

Jonah?

Jonah Heidelbaum?

This is Agent Morris
with the FBI.

I want to talk to you
about your grandmother.

I got your name
from Rabbi Grossman.

Jonah. Jonah?

I just want to talk with you.

Can you let me in?

He's not home.

- Any idea where he is?
- You with the police?

FBI.

I'm Millie.

- FBI?
- Mm-hmm.

You here about Arthur's murder?

Who's Arthur?

Our friend,
who got fucking murdered

while selling fucking
comic books.

I'm so sorry. When?

Last night.

Listen, if, uh...

if you hear from Jonah,

tell him I need to talk to him,
all right?

He's not in trouble.
He's not in trouble.

I'm just worried about him.

Yeah. Me, too.

FBI? What the fuck's Jonah into?

I don't know.

But he was late for his shift.

It was supposed to be Jonah
behind that counter.

The boy
just got his friend killed.

You want him to get
one of us killed next?

If they're onto him,
what's to keep them

from following him here, to us?

He stays here.
It's my house. It's my decision.

It could threaten everything
we've worked for.

The day of doom is July 13.

Well, that's just weeks away.

And our only lead is, what,
some bank the Nazis visited?

And these keys to some bank,

built on the backs
of a genocide.

Fredric Hauser, the banker,
financed his empire

on stolen Jewish loot.

Fortunes, heirlooms.

Old women's gold teeth.

And I have no doubt
that his Swiss paws

are keeping Nazi eggs warm.

What is inside

box 630?

Oh, God, here we go.

Excuse me, I want back in.

I'm helping you take down
these Nazi fucks.

- Meyer, he should never have been allowed...
- Excuse us a minute.

Jonah, come here.
Come on.

For fuck's sake.

That anger burning in your soul,

it can put us all in peril.

It's a conflagration,

and if you're not careful,
it will consume you.

Enough with this fucking
backwards bullshit.

You said revenge is
the best revenge.

That's what you said.

It was about your guy.
It was about your number one.

It was about The Wolf.

Well, that beady-eyed Nazi fuck

- who killed my best friend is mine.
- Personal revenge. Payback.

That comes later, Jonah,
if ever.

What we must do first
is about justice.

It's about justice
for 11 million people.

Your revenge is about you.

I don't think you understand.
It's either you let me in

to your little fucking
tea party,

or I'm going out there
and I'm finding the motherfucker

who killed
my best friend myself.

Ma, Dad, I came as soon
as I heard.

- Well, better late than never.
- It's nothing.

Ma, it's not nothing, it's MS.

You shouldn't have
left work for this.

I'm fine.

You're an angel, but I'm fine.
Really.

She had another flare-up.

But she's okay.

We're taking good care of her.

And speaking of angels,

Maria has just been
the greatest blessing, as usual.

The only one to ever take
proper care of me

in this god-awful place.

I'll give you some privacy.

I need to run
to the restroom, Ma.

- What?
- Are you gonna let me apologize?

You sure you know how
to do that?

Look, I know I shouldn't
have reacted like that,

but I just... I...

I wish I was better at this.
For you.

Me, too.

Dr. Richardson, 2315.

I got to get back.

Dr. Richardson, 2315.

Fucking surveillance duty?

It's what they have
the fat cops do.

You're not on duty.
You're only here because

Meyer wants us to keep you safe.

You're the baby,
and I'm the bloody sitter,

so just shut up.

Mind your little
sausage fingers.

And don't get hurt.

Besides, I had to push papers
for a full year at MI6

before I was even allowed
on stakeout duty.

You should consider
yourself lucky

because surveillance is an art.

What are we looking for, anyway?

Stillness in the chaos.

Speaking of chaos,
your friend sure pulled

the muddy end
of the shit stick, didn't he?

No, I pulled it for him.

Well...

sometimes, when you're trying
to protect your own world,

you threaten the worlds
of those you love the most.

If Ruth were here,
she would have told you that.

Yeah, well, she didn't get
her best friend killed.

She came damn well close enough.

Your grandmother
told me a story once

of when she was in the camps.

She made a grave impression
on a Nazi doctor,

Wilhelm Zuchs.

The Wolf.

Very early in her imprisonment,

she did something
that caught The Wolf's eye,

when she saved the life
of a young girl.

He became fixated by her.

Ruth had no idea.

She spent her days
just trying to survive.

Trying to steal a look
from her love, Meyer,

not knowing that all this time

The Wolf was stalking her,
his prey.

And then, one day,
The Wolf finally made his move.

I was hoping to find you here.

I'm in need of a personal
secretary at the clinic.

I've met with a few German girls

from the steno pool,

but needed someone...
exceptional.

And I thought of you.

You'd get your own room.

A warm bed. Proper food.

Only catch is
you'd have to work for

a painfully disorganized doctor

and make sense
of all his paperwork.

Is this a choice?

Or an order?

A choice, of course.

In that case,
I appreciate your offer.

But I think I'll stay here.

I hoped you'd have chosen
more wisely.

But no meal
or warm bed would ever

make up for the shame
that she would have felt

if she had accepted
the devil's offer.

And in that moment,
with that decision,

Ruth threatened Meyer's world

more than she could have ever
intended to.

And The Wolf turned
his focus on Meyer.

What'd he do to him?

Well, that's not
my story to tell.

But you're not
the only one, Jonah.

Your grandmother...

from that moment on,

she felt forever
what you're feeling now.

It's the reason
she made The Wolf

number one on our list.

It wasn't Meyer who did that?

Enough jibber jabber.
The old bag's going in.

Thank you.

I feel very special.

Thank you.

- I'll be right outside.
- Oh, thank you.

Yes.

Exact.

All right. 630.

630.

600.

It wasn't there.

- Huh?
- Well, the numbers only

went up to 600. That's...

You're positive?

What, are you questioning
my ability to count now?

Not at all.

I was questioning your eyesight.

Uh, yeah.
Uh, no, ah-ah-ah.

Okay. All right, look.

But this key is the exact type
of key the Nazis had.

It's the same kind.
It's the same bank.

So it's got to be there, right?

Uh, maybe it's hidden
some place secret.

Like in a preferred Nazi
business lounge or something?

Well, I don't know how
we are supposed to find

a secret box in the city's
most secretive bank. How?

Well, every secret
has to start somewhere, hmm?

Nothing some biscuits
won't solve.

Where the hell is she going?

Always speaking in riddles,
these Catholics.

Ooh, yummy.

Well, I-I can't taste
any difference.

Well, what you don't taste
is a cost-cutting elixir.

It's going to revolutionize the
way you sweeten your products.

No more importing
expensive sugar.

This is patented, FDA-approved,

made from a surplus crop
right here in the United States.

Gentlemen, the only thing
sweeter than your product

will be...

will be your profit margins.

Pardon me one moment.

What?

I'm sorry, Ms. Low,
but there's been

an incident at the factory.

- Incident?
- Some of the "parts"

we were assembling
in the basement

had a "combustion" of sorts.

Enough with
the fucking code speak.

Were there any casualties?

Two workers,
and two more were injured.

The shipment from Argentina?

On standby, just waiting
on sanctions to be lifted.

Cutting it close.

I apologize.

Where were we?

- Profits.
- Profits.

Truly the sweetest part.

Let's talk numbers.

How do you know
you can trust her?

Because I'm in love with her.

And to find love
in a place like this?

God is already on my side.

Your plan only works if everyone
follows through.

God included.

God will and so will she.

Where is my cap?

You didn't wear it here, sir.

And when we get out of here,

I'm going to give her a ring
that belonged to my mother...

and her mother before that.

Find it now

or I find
another rat spinster...

who won't misplace my things.

Well. With a face like yours,
you'll need a nice ring.

I just hope she's worth it.

You know what?

I think I left it
in the barracks.

Hold on.

You're saying Jonah
went looking for the guy

- who shot his grandmother?
- That's right.

His grandmother is shot dead.

Jonah goes looking
for the perp who did it.

Then, days later,
his best friend's murdered

during Jonah's shift.

You don't think this all
might be connected?

Yeah, I do, but I got nothing

to connect Arthur's murder
to Ruth's.

The kid knows something.

You let him go.

You got to break a kid
like that.

Find out what he knows.
Find out the fucking connection.

I'm not holding
a 19-year-old boy all night

without something
to fucking hold him on.

He's a good kid, Morris,

who got dealt
a shitty hand in life.

He's got no family, no money.

A kid like that
knows how to survive.

A kid like that doesn't break.

Got no money?

Then who posted his bond?

Friend of the grandmother's.

Meyer Offerman.

Detective Groton?

Be right back.

Murphy, line five.

All right, ladies and Jewishmen.

Here we have the main floor
of our bank.

Vaults,

teller stations, offices,

surveillance room, toilets,

storage, boiler.

About as titillating
as the Mormon Kama Sutra,

I know, but then there is this:

a room with no name,

designed to house nothing,

with a steel reinforced door.

If box 630 is in that bank,
that is where you'll find it.

Well, every prison has a warden.

Somebody has access.

Showtime.

Hi.

It's your favorite star
of screen and stage,

and I want to give you
all my money.

Okay, I'm the executive
branch manager.

An associate is normally
in charge of opening accounts.

Yeah, well, I don't know
if you recognize me,

but I'm a lot of bit famous,

and I don't really want
to go over

to "normally" and get mobbed.

Let me help you out.
We look different in the flesh.

I'll give you a hint.

I... O...

N...

N...

Y Flash.

Lonny Flash.

Kendra Conrad.

She's got the only keys.

She wears them on a chain.

I tailed her.

She takes 'em home every night.

But I will find a way
to get them.

If we go anywhere

in that bank in the daytime,
there's a hundred witnesses.

If we go at night,
there's alarms,

there's cameras,
there's armed security.

Yes, and that alarm,

it's a private one
just for them.

It can't be cut. It will go off.

It will alert the guards.

And just to add a cherry
to that shit sundae,

even if we do manage
to break in,

they cannot know we got
into their secret vault.

The moment we show
we know it even exists

is the moment the Nazis know
that we are onto their course.

You know how
heartbroken we all were, Biff.

How have you been doing?

I ain't gonna lie.

It's been tougher
than a two-dollar steak.

But...

there's work
that needs finishing.

Actually, that's why
I come to see you.

What is it?

The trade bill.

South America?

I guess losing my family

has made me
a real bleeding heart.

But if we lift sanctions,

we're letting
those South American dictators

abuse human rights all they want
with no consequences.

And what kind of message
is that sending to the world?

You have been arguing the
exact opposite for months now.

And I was wrong.

We all were.

Is it ever too late
to admit you're wrong?

Yes.

Exactly right now is too late.

The bill has passed
both chambers.

It's awaiting
Carter's signature.

You're suggesting we veto it?

Not veto it.

Postpone it while we study it.

Have you told the president?

I have no problem doing so,

but I come to you first,
as a friend.

It's what my Lottie
would've wanted.

She was always
quite fond of you.

Okay,
so the alarms are still a problem.

- The alarms are a problem.
- I don't think there's enough time.

No, but you said the alarm

- goes off no matter what.
- No matter what.

So we make the guards
believe we're crooks,

we're stealing cash
from the vault...

While the rest of us are
breaking into the secret room.

- Yeah, but how-how...
- So you want us

to rob hundreds
of thousands of dollars

- from a heavily guarded bank?
- Right.

And what about security?

Harriet takes care of security.

I'm quite sorry, sir.

A woman from the FBI
is at the door.

She wants to speak to the boy.

Silly accomplishments

of a vain old man.

No, I get it.

I still have my fifth-grade
spelling bee certificate

on my fridge.

Ah.

I should take them all down.

But then I'd probably forget
that I was ever good-looking.

Meyer Offerman.

Special Agent Morris.
Call me Millie.

Millie.

This here's Jonah.

- Hello, Jonah.
- Hi.

You know, a lot of people
are worried about you.

I happen to be one of them.

- Jonah's been through quite a lot lately.
- I know.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

You know, Jonah has already

given his statement
to the police

about his friend's murder.

Yes. Uh, actually,

I'm here to talk to you
about your grandmother

and was wondering if you could
answer a few questions for me.

Did-did you find something?
A lead?

No, but I was hoping it would
help if we talked privately.

I'll be right outside.

- You play?
- Yeah, a bit.

You?

Not really. I'm not very good.
I'm told I'm too aggressive.

Mm. Queen's Gambit.

What's that?

It's a strategy the...
masters use.

Hmm.

You attack
from the very first move,

advance your queen,
put constant pressure

on your opponent till they fold.

Well, that just sounds more
calculated than what I do.

Plus, it only really works if
your opponent makes a mistake.

Can I be honest, Jonah?

I'm no good at games 'cause
I just don't like playing 'em.

Here's what I know.

I know that your grandma
was killed.

I know you told Detective Groton

you didn't think it was
a robbery, and I know that,

days later,
your best friend was murdered

during what was supposed
to be your shift.

And I cannot imagine what
all that must be like for you.

No. No, you can't.

I also know you went looking
for the person

who killed your grandma.

And, you know, if someone hurt

the person I loved,
I would do the same thing,

but there is a right way
and a wrong way to get justice.

You can still choose
to do the right thing here.

You got to come clean, Jonah.

Why do the good guys

always have to choose
to do the right thing?

Doing the right thing didn't

help Bruce Wayne get justice
for his family,

or Frank Castle,

Peter Parker.

Are you trying
to tell me something?

No, I'm just talking comics.

We found a kid's jacket
at a murder scene.

Couldn't figure out
who it belonged to.

But get this,

the victim had surveillance
photos of your grandmother,

almost like he'd been
tracking her.

Jonah, does this jacket
belong to you?

See, I think you went
looking for justice

and you got in over your head,

and I think
you didn't do it alone.

Okay? So listen to me,
I can protect you,

but you have got to tell me
what is going on.

Maybe what's really going on is,

you're the one
in over your head.

Where were you three nights ago?

He was with me.

Here.

Any other questions,

feel free to direct them
to the boy's attorney.

Of course.

You know,
it isn't that the good guys

always have to choose
to do the right thing.

It's that choosing
to do the right thing

makes them the good guys.

Good day, Millie.

She lied. She is good at chess,

and she's not
on our side, Jonah.

How did you know
this is the way in?

Because I built it.

Quicker, Jakob!

Praise be to God.

Okay. Final step.

Are you ready?

Ja.

Everyone has certain assets
they'd rather not

see dragged into the light.

I pride myself on knowing
how to keep things in the dark.

Which is precisely
why I came here to you...

...a man whose eyes
have adjusted

to see in the darkness.

Your German is perfect.

We all had to learn

new things to survive the war.

Speaking of,

and at the risk
of sounding uncouth,

I'm afraid I must inquire

because my investors will,
what did you do during the war?

I maintained a policy

of neutrality, and neutrality

ensures stability.

See no evil. Hear no evil.

- Speak no evil.
- Hmm.

But the evil still exists,
doesn't it?

Right before your closed eyes

and your sealed ears
and your muted tongue.

And if one isn't careful,

such willful blindness

leads to rather
unsavory fortunes

being procured.

How disappointing.

I thought you were different
from the others.

What others?

Oh, come now.
Surely we can both admit at the

cruel jest being lectured

on the ethics of moneylending

from a Jew,

and a hypocrite Jew as well.

Where did you make your money
after the war, Mr. Offerman?

And was it all as pure

as the Matterhorn snow?
No, no, no.

All fortunes are unsavory.

There's not a dollar
on this earth

that doesn't have
a little dirt on it.

There's a difference between

dirt and blood.

Not if you clean it well enough.

Blood always leaves a stain,
my friend,

whether you can see it or not.

If there's nothing else,

I think I will show you out.

- Hi.
- You again.

Yeah. Look,

I learned a few lessons
in Hollywood.

One, never agree to a casting
session after 8:00 at night.

And two, if you see
something you want,

don't be afraid to ask for it
or you'll never get it.

Life is short, huh,

you only get so many shots,
you know? Kendra...

...there's something
happening between us.

We both feel it.

I don't even know your movies.

- They're films, they're films.
- But my husband,

I called him and told him
that I met you.

- He's a big fan.
- Yeah? Huh.

How big?

What is that,
what-what-what you just said?

Oh, just-just a little prayer,
you know.

"Fear not.
Be strong and courageous."

You know, all that good stuff.

Yeah, nothing like a pep talk
from the Torah

- to help you commit a felony.
- Oh.

My safta used to say it.

Cutting it close.
Did you get the mold?

Yeah,

and possibly gonorrhea.

You okay?

Not emotionally. To get that,
I basically had to

play the kid in a very X-rated
version of Kramer vs. Kramer.

Have a coffee, Romeo.

- Your day's just beginning.
- I don't ever want that back.

All right,
let's carve some keys.

Helen? You ready?

Ja.

It's the best I could make.

It's perfect.

Remember...

You believe it, they believe it.

Drive straight through.

Helen...

Will you...?

We have to go, now.

I'll ask you in a moment.

Halt!

What is this?!

Jakob!

Go! Now!

Jakob!

Stop them!

Open the gate!

Right now!

Colonel,

the compensation for Maryanne's
family is prepared.

I just have...

President Carter has decided to delay

the signing of the
South American Trade Bill.

The bill, which passed
by a slim margin

in the Senate last week,
would have lifted

sanctions against several
countries. In local news...

She's gonna kill him...

...appears to be imminent
in the case of...

Uh-huh?

What did you do?

Oh, nothing
that can't be undone.

As soon as she remembers
how valuable I am

to this organization.

Uh, you know what?

Let it ring.

Everything else can wait.

Scheisse!

- Right?
- That is right.

- One day at a time.
- Mm-hmm. Mmm.

Oh...

- Hey, what the fuck?
- Sorry.

Finish up in here, fast.

Sorry.

Bank's blind.

- We're moving.
- Come on, let's go. Come.

Listen, the second,
the instant that door is opened,

the alarm is tripped, the guards
will know they've been breached.

Right now.

There's two guards.

Lonny and I will keep them
occupied for as long as we can.

Whoa. Get back
to the fucking van.

- Joe, I'm...
- Go.

You're just gonna
fuck things up in there.

- Get on the ground now.
- Help, please.

- Now! Get on the ground!
- Please help!

Help me, please!

Open up this vault.

Open up the vault
or I'll shoot this bitch.

Drop your guns,
slide them over here.

So help me, I'll kill her.

Tell that to someone
who gives a shit.

Please, please, please
do as he says, please.

I will kill her!

- I said drop your guns.
- I have the shot.

Oh, he's got the shot, huh?
Look at him, huh?

He can't wait to kill me.
You're just like a real cop.

Huh! Fucking murderers,

and you get away with it
'cause it's your job.

Just like the movies, right?
Huh? Yeah. Attica!

Attica! Attic...

Oh... fuck!

Freeze! Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.

Drop the fucking gun

or I'll fucking
blow your brains out.

Drop the gun!

Stand up, asshole. Turn around.

Interlace your fingers
behind your head.

Easy.

Fuck.

Guess I didn't fuck up, did I?

Come on.

It's here.

Wait, what...

What?

Bubkes.

Fucker's dead. Careful.
The bitch is in on it.

Bitch sure is.

Ghost bullets, I presume.

Oh, shit!

Mine are the real kind.

Get up.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

And scene.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Now kindly

point us to the fucking money.

All right,
guys. What the fuck do we do now?

I don't know. I mean,
this key, this box, all a dead end.

There's nothing here.

This room isn't big enough.

- Huh?
- The dimensions in the blueprints,

it's smaller than
it should be. It...

Just by a few feet,
but still, it's-it's this wall.

- It's-it's, i-it's too close.
- What are you saying?

He's saying this wall
isn't a wall.

There's something behind it.

What?

But according to the plans,

this building doesn't
have a basement.

- But it does now.
- So,

Joe, after you?

Please tell me
this isn't what I think it is.

Meyer said that
Hauser helped to hide the Nazi loot

stolen from Jews during the war.

I, I didn't think
he, he meant this.

This is... this is...

Everything.

Down to their jewelry.

M-Mindy and I, we were there
when they took it all from us.

You know, they had
to put it somewhere.

How many lives do you think
are in this room?

He knew this was
happening and did nothing.

He didn't do nothing.
He built himself a big old bank.

That's just like Aaron's.

Every piece,

every single token, has a story.

Guys. It's time.

- We got to go.
- No, no, we...

We can't leave this here.

We have to.
No footprints, remember?

We'll lose our lead.

Write for yourselves this song.

I got another idea.

What?

Okay.

- Sorry. We do need to go.
- Yeah.

- Okay.
- Mindy.

- M-Mindy.
- Jonah?

- Mindy.
- Yeah.

Okay, Jonah.

Jonah. We got to go.

We're exiting.

Copy. We'll meet you outside.

Thanks, fellas.

This is why you came,

like the others,

to hurl baseless accusations
without proof?

I came with the proof...

...of the fortunes you plundered

from millions of dead Jews,

that you now have hidden

beneath your bank.

The innocent souls
that perished in agony

while you looked the other way.

Then raked in
what was left of them.

Their rings,

their rattles, their teeth.

Look at them. Here.

Photographs can be doctored.

Doctored?

Oh, yes.

Can you doctor this?

Look at it.

- Can you doctor this?
- I have seen enough, sir.

Now I will go.

Quiet, quiet. Quiet.

Quiet.

It's your life if you're quiet.

Do you understand?
Just listen to me.

Next, these photos go
to the war crimes tribunal.

Then to the victims' families.

Then to the Nazi pigs whose
troughs you failed to protect.

What do you want to know?

Who owns box 630?

That's all. Tell me.

I will leave your vile history
right where it is,

in the past.

If I tell you, he will kill me.

Don't let him know you told me.
That's all.

You can keep a secret,
can't you?

- Can't you?
- Yes.

All right.

You tell me.

Tell me.

Oskar Hauptman.

- Try again.
- Oskar...

- Hauptman.
- Hauptman died 30 years ago.

No, no...

- You think I don't know this?
- No, no, no, no.

- What?
- Hauptman,

he's still alive, Jew.

Thank you.

I love you, Maria.

When the time is right,
we can get the rest.

But until we find its home,

consider it a reminder
of your birthright.

What we did to Holstedder,

it felt wrong.

It felt like it wasn't
my problem, 'cause,

you know, it didn't affect me.

- When I saw that room...
- Yeah, when you saw that room,

you realized what it is
we're doing here.

That ring belonged to someone

who lived, who dreamed.

One moment alive,
one moment... gone.

No more.

And it was one ring

in one room.

Imagine how many
other stories there are.

Imagine.

You're one of us now.

It's so good to have you here.

- My boy...
- Ah...

- Eh.
- It's just a little...

- I know.
- ...tender.

I need to learn how to fight
fucking Bruce Lee-style.

Well, I'll see what I can do.

I know a few people, you know?

But first... here's someone
you should see.

Oskar Hauptman.

The Ghost.

A Nazi doctor so sadistic,

he could make
even Mengele squirm.

It appears
he may still be alive.

And it would be
our job to find him.

The owner of box 630.

Come.

Let's go tell the others.

Hunters,

come meet Oskar Hauptman.

Excuse me.
You're Danny Rohr, right?

No soliciting, thank you.

Millie Morris, FBI.

Can I ask you a question?

Journalism 101 tip:

never waste a question asking
if you can ask a question.

You wrote a few puff pieces
on Meyer Offerman.

You even quoted him
in a real article

about Jewish philanthropy.

I called the Times.
They said you lost your job.

Look, lady, cartoons start
in 15 minutes.

I'm thinking today's the day
Tom finally gets Jerry.

What do you want?

I want you to tell me everything
you know about Meyer Offerman.

Hi, herzli.

Oh, don't forget we have a
dinner with the Lindts this, uh,

next weekend,
to Peter Luger, huh?

You remember? Good.

All right, my darling.

I love you very much and...

I'll see, I'll see you soon.

All right. Bye-bye.

Oh, my God.