Hunters (2020–…): Season 2, Episode 1 - Van Glooten's Day 1972 Butter Sculptor of the Year - full transcript

Meyer Offerman.

My deepest sorrows
about your grandmother.

Oh, God.

Your safta and I were

in the camps together.

If you ever need
anything at all,

you come to me.

Here's what I know.

I know you went looking
for the person

who killed your grandma.

And I think
you didn't do it alone.



She would never
let us pursue anyone

without her verification.

- Pursue who?
- Goddamn

grade A Nazis.

We made a vow.

We would find
these criminals ourselves

and bring God's justice

to their doorstep.

And on the second day,

God created The Hunters,

an elite team
hungry for Nazi slaughter.

Okay, we are live.

Showtime.

This is bigger
than anyone realizes.



They are among us,

and they have plans.

I'm offering you another path.

To create a task force

to locate and prosecute Nazis
in the U.S.

and abroad.

A Black woman and a Jewish broad

being the stuff
of Nazis' nightmares.

Who's that? The Wolf.

The monster in my story

still haunts me to this day.

I must pray for him...

Before I kill him.

The Wolf.

I fucking found him.

The kaddish. Before you...

Before you killed him,
you didn't...

you didn't say it.

It's you.

You're Wilhelm Zuchs. You're...

The Wolf.

They're everywhere.

Jews will not replace us.

- Jews will not replace us.
- They're gonna keep coming.

This is why we have to do
what is wrong.

Agent Morris,

she will hunt us

while we hunt them.

Then perhaps we don't hunt them
in America.

Eastern Europe
loves Lonny Flash.

How is he? The boy?

Well, you'll see for yourself
soon enough.

It begins now.

The Fourth Reich.

Heil Hitler.

Sieg heil.

I'm hungry, Eva, darling.

Time to eat, Adolf.

♪ And there to meet me...

An opus, darling.

Magnum.

Thank you.

Happy Von Glooten's Day.

Ja.

And to you...

A Happy Von Glooten's Day.

Happy Von Glooten's Day!

Happy Von Glooten's Day!

Ja?

Happy Von Glooten's Day!

Happy Von Glooten's Day!

Those butter sculptures are
to die for.

My wife won last year.

Von Glooten's Day 1971
Butter Sculptor of the Year.

She did a butter Brady Bunch.

Here's the story
of a man named Brady.

Your English

is King's.

Have you lived in Von Glooten
all your life?

All 66 years.

And you?

Oh, no, no.
I'm just here for work.

How long have you
owned this shop?

It's been in my family
for generations.

That's curious because

when I walked in, I saw

on the door frame
an indentation,

the size of a peculiar item

they call a mezuzah.

The Jews,

they put it on their doors

to signify a contract
between them

and their God to-to publicize
to the world that this

is a Jew home or a Jew shop.

Made many people's lives
and jobs much easier.

Are you a Jew, sir?

I'm sorry?

Are you a Jew?

No.

Are...

you a Jew?

I'm not a Jew.

Isn't that what a Jew would say?

Jews can hide in plain sight.

- Jews are very resourceful.
- Why are you...

It's 1972.

Hmm. Still,
the inquiry is timeless.

I think I'd like you to leave.

I-I mentioned I'm here for work.

Not "here" generally.

Here, specifically, at...

Von Glooten Candy Shop.

At this very counter.

On business.

What... kind of business?

Quality control.

I-I am not who you think I am.

I swear.

Well, that leaves us
quite the conundrum.

Before the war,
this town was home

to 1,000 Jews.

There were orders
for them to be deported

July 22, 1942,

but they just disappeared.

Poof.

Perhaps... they put on a cross,

took their mezuzahs down,
and became Christians,

but Christians they cannot be.

A rat cannot be a lion, can it?

So, I ask you one final time...

are you a Jew?

- No.
- Then where are they?

It's hard to remem...

Let me help you remember.

The mayor, the-the doctor,

the butcher,
even the schoolteachers,

they rounded the Jews up,
and they...

placed them in the great barn,
and they, um,

locked the doors,

and then they handed them over
to the Nazis,

and the Nazis,
the Nazis put them on railcars

to the concentration camps.

Ja.

Ja, ja.

Ja, ja, ja, ja, ja.

Das ist gut.

Wunderbar, wunderbar.

- So, this was a...
- A Jew's shop.

Hence the mezuzah.

After the Nazis liquidated them,
I took the shop over.

Of course, one can't just

leave jujubes unattended to.

And business, well, has been...

- A-booming? Yes.
- Right.

Well done, well done.

Well, thank you, friend.

It's a pleasure
doing business with you.

Ah, Marcia, Marcia, Marcia.

Jews can hide in plain sight.

Jews are very resourceful.

I'm here because of a ghost

who passed through this town

at war's end.

There's a rail line
a few miles away.

Lets out
in the Port of Genoa, hmm?

Where was he going?

I-I don't know
of what you speak.

I think you do.

Hitler's
trail leads here, friend,

from the Führerbunker

to Munich

to Berghof in Obersalzberg,

across the Alps to here,
Von Glooten.

So, what I need to know is,

where was he going?

Where was the Führer going?

Valle de los Sueños.

Wunderbar.

Why?

Why did God give you thine eyes?

If not to do right

when you saw wrong.

Well, clearly,

you need them not.

Oh, come on, my friends.

You look as if
you've seen a ghost.

What? Is it so difficult
to understand?

How do I explain it to you?
Okay.

There's this old joke

about a man called Schleffler.

He was a faithful man.

More faithful than Sandy Koufax,

believe it or not.

One day Schleffler

is in his house watching TV,

and he sees on the television

there's gonna be a storm.

He sees a car go by
with a lieutenant

who cries out to him,
"Schleffler,

come with us. We'll take you
to higher ground."

And Schleffler says, "God
will save me. You go ahead."

Couple of hours go by,

he's now on the second floor.

He's on the second floor
'cause he can't stay down there,

the water is rising.
So, he looks out

the window,

he sees a boat
come by the house.

The boat stops, says,

"Schleffler,

come, we take you to higher
ground." And he says,

"No, don't worry, God...
God will save me.

It's all right."

He looks up and,
miraculously, he sees

a helicopter.

The guy's hanging out
of the helicopter.

He screams down, says,

"Schleffler, you must come.

We take you to higher ground."

Schleffler says, "No.

God will save me.
It's all right, you can go."

So he dies.

He dies. He's dead.

Now he goes to Heaven
and he sees God.

Cries to him,

"God,

I had such faith in you.

How could you just leave me
there in the storm to die?"

God turns to him. "Schleffler,"

he says,

"fuck you want from me?"

"I sent you a car."

"I sent you a boat.

I sent you

a fucking helicopter.

Schleffler,

you're a schmuck."

Do you understand?

We misread all the time,
and that's what I'm saying.

Waiter, a drink?

That's good.

That's funny.

Care for another drink, sir?

No. It's all right. Thank you.

I'm fine.

Something wrong?

Hmm.

You don't want us to try?

It could change your mind and
probably make you feel better.

Hmm?

No.

- I'll see you again tomorrow, I trust?
- Oui.

Jonah.

Love, I'm home.

Jesus Christ, Ted Bundy.

What?

I promise I won't call you
Erik Estrada

during sex again.

You are so weird.

You're so weird.

All right. Right, right, okay,

from the man who

bawled watching Bambi.

Everyone cries during Bambi.
You're...

You're a monster.

- I'm so tired.
- Mm.

Well...

that's what happens
when you pull an all-nighter

at the library.

- Rub my arm, then. Mm.
- Oh, no.

- Really?
- Mm.

Okay.

Oh, and no snoring.

I don't want to fail
my psychology exam

because of my fiancé's sinuses.

I mean that
with the utmost affection.

Hey.

I love you.

I love you, Sam.

Sam, I told him mimetic desire

was the focus of my
clinical research,

and that I wanted to open
my own practice

in London in a few years,

and he said he'd love to have
an extra hand this summer.

Professor Oughourlian
wants you to be his R.A.?

Professor Morsi
did put in a good word.

"She is good for a woman."
Wanker.

Yeah, I'm the fucking best.

Yes, you're the best.

You're the best.

Proud of you.

Ugh.

Oh, um...

my, uh, mum called
at the crack ass of dawn...

- Uh-huh.
- ...whittling on about how

she would be happy

to invite anyone you wanted
to the wedding,

even last minute.

Maybe there's a second cousin
you don't know about.

Or-or one of your friends
from Cleveland?

You're the only person
I need there.

Sam.

Come on, let's-let's keep going.
We're gonna be late.

♪ Everything is rosy now...

So, Frank Sinatra
walks over to me

and he says, "Meyer Offerman."

What a voice he had.

I said, "Hello.
Yes, Mr. Sinatra?"

He said, "I have
something for you."

He hands me this envelope
with a blue ribbon around it.

I open the-the letter,
and inside is a check.

$100,000 for the Jewish
Justice League.

And then he speaks to me

in perfect Yiddish.

"Mit a lefl ken men dem
yam nit oys'shepn."

"You can't empty
the ocean with a spoon."

This goy is giving away

a fortune to the Jews.

How does this happen?

Well, his babysitter was Jewish.

And he loved her.

And there it is.

And I thought,
"I-I hope we are all raised

by the people
the world tells us to hate."

But...

But it-it-it...

You okay?

I-I don't know what happened.
I just felt, uh...

So?

What's on your mind, my friend?

Uh... I'm, uh...

Why the frantic phone call
last night?

I don't know, but...

I guess I'm feeling unstuck,
in a way.

You're feeling guilty.

Yes, you're carrying the guilt

of what you've done.

Or rather, Meyer,
what you believe you've done.

I remember when you first came
to our synagogue.

You'd only been in the country
a few months.

Do you remember
what the junior rabbi said

to that young man, Meyer?

"One cannot be guilty
of surviving."

There are many
survivors in these pews, Meyer.

Each one struggles
with this guilt,

but survival is a blessing.

You were chosen, Meyer.

- I was chosen.
- Yes.

Hashem chose you.

So...

it's good to see you.

You were very helpful, Rabbi.

Sounds good. Okay.

This just came for you,
Mr. Offerman.

Oh, good. Thank you, Annette.

No, I can't do that.

I can't do it.

All right.

- Annette, where'd you get this?
- Sir?

- Wh-Who gave this to you?
- Uh...

A man, maybe
a messenger service?

From where?
What company sent this?

I didn't speak with him.

Mm-hmm. And so,
what did he look like?

Older.

He was older.

Is everything all right?

What? Yeah, no, it's-it's fine.

I just happen to be feeling
a little under the weather.

That's all.

Tell Paul to bring
the car around.

Uh, Annette,

find out, uh, what service
delivered this letter, yeah?

If that messenger
you saw returns,

call me immediately, huh?

I no longer speak to my father.

I haven't seen my siblings.

Haven't visited
my mother's grave

nearly as much as she deserves.

And I had a falling out

with Maria, I drove her away.

The woman I loved.

Because I have
been working, Father.

For two long years.

And it has consumed me.

A Black, gay, Catholic woman.

That's probably not
how you thought

you were gonna start
your Tuesday.

My child.

You may begin
with seven Our Fathers.

But on the matter
of your homosexuality,

you must partake
in severe penances.

Father, I think
you're very confused.

Love is no sin.

Not in the eyes of my God.

And I'm not here
for my confession.

I'm here for yours.

Bishop Christian Prentz,
you're under arrest

for violation
of U.S. immigration law

and for your role
as collaborator and murderer

with the Nazi regime

- in Lithuania in 1941.
- No!

When the SS
marched into Vilnius,

my little brother,
he begged this man,

a priest, to save us.

The priest took
my little brother by the neck

and he called out to the SS men,

"Sie haben einen vergessen."

"You forgot one."

I saw

the priest take a-a baby
from its mother's arms.

I thought it was to rescue it.

Instead, he killed that child.

When I close my eyes at night,
that is all I see.

That is all I ever see now.

You failed to prove that he
violated U.S. immigration law.

So then we extradite him
to Lithuania.

The Lithuanian government will
deny any extradition request.

- We have to try him, Your Honor.
- The case is a reach.

You failed to prove
that Father Balkus

changed his identity
to Bishop Prentz.

The survivors identified him.

That was 30 years ago,
Agent Morris.

Trauma affects memory.

Prentz is a beacon
in the community.

A bishop in the Catholic Church.

This isn't some autoworker
from Ohio.

Two years we have spent
looking for him.

Speaking to eyewitnesses.
Visiting gravesites.

Subsisting
on fucking goulash. He...

Your Honor, he killed a child
with his own hands.

Bishop Prentz is Father Balkus.

And you-you want to do nothing?

In my courtroom, I am bound
not by what is right

but by what is legal.

Is the law fair?

My feelings are immaterial.

You want to deliver justice?

You should've brought me
a better case.

You fell asleep...

How long was I out?

Twenty minutes...

Oh, yeah.

Oh, fuck! Oh!

Don't say a word.

Hello, Biff.

Put it on.

We have about two minutes
before they interrupt.

I have waited
over a year for this.

I learned that ever since
you were stationed here,

you come back once a year
to get your fix.

Pigs remember where

the most delicious
truffles grow.

Where are your friends?

You broke up the band, Yoko?

Was it because of what
happened in Spain?

I heard about what you did.

Look what he did to you.

Meyer.

Look what he turned you into.

- Time's up.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Wait, wait, wait.
You don't want to kill me.

- Believe me.
- Why not?

Because I-I-I can
give you something.

Someone.
Someone far bigger than me.

Eh, you're enough.

And after you I'm done.

The biggest prize
you could imagine.

Adolf Hitler.

- We're out of time.
- You really think

he committed suicide
in a bunker in '45?

And that his body
was burned by the Russians

and his bones never recovered?

That's what you believe?

You don't think
Stalin would have made

a piñata out of his hide

and strung his corpse up in
the Red Square for all to see?

Don't take my word for it.
Believe for your own eyes.

You saw her. The Colonel.

And she was part
of that fairy tale.

Him and her in the bunker.

The Colonel?

Oh.

You didn't know?

Eva Braun.

All those years ago, Die Spinne

ushered them
through the ratlines.

Hitler, Eva, Goebbels, Mengele.

Berlin to the Alps to Genoa
to safe haven.

All roads lead through Genoa.

What, you didn't think
they'd have an escape plan?

Where?

Valle de los Sueños.

If he was even alive,
why would you give him up?

Uh, you think
I'm a man of honor?

I'm a cockroach.

I can help you find him.

I can take you to him.

You'll never find him
on your own.

Let me live,

and I will bring you
to Adolf Hitler,

in flesh and blood.

What the hell is going on here?

I wasn't here.

"To Estelle,

Hugs and kvetches,

Danny Rohr."

Who is getting my autograph?

Could you make it out to Millie?

How about, "To Millie,

Will send you
your 50% cut of profits

from the book this afternoon.

Indebted to you forever, Danny."

The past two years alone,

Holocaust drops on NBC,
Chuck Allen writes his exposé,

survivors speak out worldwide.

It's fantastic.

So I wrote a book,
called it a conspiracy thriller.

Now it's outselling
The World According to Garp.

With FBI Agent "Melanie Moritz."

Your name would never clear.

Oh.

My, uh, agent says Mike Nichols
wants to option the rights.

Well, I don't know who that is,
but if you cast me

as this Farrah Fawcett
white girl, I'm-a destroy you.

I believe you.

I, uh, I heard about
Bishop Prentz.

Yeah.

That's two years of my life.

And come this December,
he's gonna be back in Pasadena

putting on a Christmas pageant,
free man.

You just come here
to commiserate, or...?

- Have you found them yet?
- Who?

- The Hunters.
- The Hunters?

- I mean, why did they...
- Stop?

Disappear?
I'm not the CIA, Millie.

All I know is, no more dead
Nazis have been popping up.

The Hunters seem to be gone.

Maybe they caught 'em all
and retired,

maybe they broke up.

Or maybe...

maybe something worse.

Maybe some of them are dead.

Why? Why do you want to know?

Hi, you've reached
Ruth and Jonah.

Please leave a message
after the beep.

Hey.

It's me.

Uh...

It's nice to hear her voice.

Didn't even know her
and I like hearing

her voice for some reason.

It makes me wish I had
my mom's voice somewhere.

I should've called you.

Uh...

I just got busy and I,
uh, somehow...

...let nearly two years
go by without, uh...

...checking on you.

Or maybe, uh...

Maybe I was calling
to ask you something else.

Ask...

Ask if you're still...

To continue,
please deposit 25 cents.

Earlier today,
charges were dropped

against Bishop Prentz
of Pasadena, who was

mistakenly believed to be
Father Balkus of Lithuania.

In a prepared statement,
he thanked his supporters

and said his faith
helped guide him

through this personal crisis,

and he believes God will bring
the real sinners to justice.

On the international front...

Here we are, Mr. Offerman.

Finally home.

- Go around the block.
- Sir?

Go around the block. Come on.

Who else could know?

Hallo?

Hallo?

Y-Yeah...

Frau Zuchs?

Yes?

Gertrude Zuchs?

Gertrude Konner.
Zuchs was my family name.

Can I help you with something?

I'm from
the Government census board.

I'm looking for Wilhelm Zuchs.

Your brother.

My brother's dead.

He died 35 years ago.

Did anyone call here recently
about him?

About Wilhelm?

No.

Why would anyone call
about my brother?

Sometimes we get
our wires crossed.

Just... confirming.

Well, thank you for your time.

Jesus Christ, what's wrong?

- Sam.
- It's okay.

It's okay.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

Oh, shit. Claude's here.

- He's always...
- He is not that bad.

No, he is. He really is.

Oh...

Oh.

Uh, yeah, I forgot to mention,

Professor Morél wants me to go

on another research trip
with him.

- Oh. To where?
- Israel.

He says it's about
two weeks or so.

- Two weeks?
- Yeah.

He says I'll have enough
to finally finish my thesis.

It can finally be over.

Hmm. Well...

...hurry back.

♪ La, la, la-la-la-la,
la, la-la-la-la...

- Bonjour.
- Hello.

You guys just had sex,
didn't you two?

Shut up, Claude.

Well, they're becoming French.
Let's get drunk, huh?

This one song...

He sings, too, huh?

Who's Meyer?

What?

You screamed his name
in your sleep.

"Meyer."

I don't know a Meyer.

Well, I got you.

If you're going to be
following me about

and leaving me
these little love notes,

we may as well
get a drink first?

There's a bar there. We talk.

Do you speak English?

Ja.

Good.

There we are.

Come, sit. It's all right.

Oh, uh...

You might want to put
that knife away, brother. Huh?

Good man.

Now, if you wanted

an audience with me,
all you had to do was ask.

I know who you are.

Of course. You are a wolf.

And a wolf can sniff out
a fellow wolf from miles away.

Even if it lives
in sheep's clothing.

Huh? Mm.

I remember you.

Yeah. C-Block.

Hammerschmidt.

Fritz.

I never forget a face.

But now look at you.
What are you doing?

This is no way for
a Hauptsturmführer to present.

This is not who you are.

It's been so hard.

For so many years...

...living in the shadows.

Frondheim...

ushered so many of us
through the ratlines,

and then just left us here...

...to fend for ourselves.

That is why I've come to you.

I'm glad you did,

but don't come to me
the way you did.

Levying threats.
Sneaking around.

I'm just glad
you found me, but, uh...

...how did you find me?

If you can find me,
how about Wiesenthal?

- How about the Mossad?
- Uh, Frondheim

tracked me down.

He brought me to his home
in Connecticut,

told me we could make quite
a racket if we blackmailed

some of the men
he had helped to disappear.

He had files, all the aliases
of all the men he had helped.

He said some years ago,
he... he saw your name

in the newspaper.

He saw the empire you had built.

He wanted his bit.

Oh, Herr Frondheim.

Connecticut, huh?

Does he live in a big house, Fritz?

Yeah. I would say so.

He's not sharing his purse
but sending you

to go out and reckon with me.

I'm so sorry, Wilhelm.

Well, don't be sorry. For what?

It's Frondheim
who's the serpent.

He's the one pushing you,

poisoning brother
against brother.

I take you back to my house.

I put a meal in you. Yeah?

Get you cleaned up.

And then,
I'll write you a check.

Get you back on your feet.

- Really?
- Of course.

Finish this.

I don't even know
which way is home,

and I'm not even drunk.

I tell you.

What is it, this... Oh, yes.

There is it. This is the way.

My home is just a few blocks
right down there.

Oh, you know, brother,
it's the strangest thing.

Hmm?

Wolves can smell
each other from miles away.

I don't know how they do it.

Their, what, the fur,
the-the piss,

The blood.

But, you know,
come to think of it,

I cannot smell you at all.

You shouldn't be here.

I know.

If you leave right now,
I won't say anything.

- I swear.
- I can't do that.

You need to admit what you did.

Who you are.

I am not that man.

You are.

Admit who you are.

I can't.

You're gonna have to do this.

You understand me?

- I won't.
- You will.

You are a Christian woman, yes?

He would not
want you to do this.

You are not a killer.

You are a woman of God.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck.

Bishop, are you okay in there?

Who is it?

Who's there?

Who's there?

You called?

I found something.

I thought pig was tender.

Chew slowly, my Führer.

It's good for the indigestion.

Sit.

Eat.

Thank you.