Hunters (2020–…): Season 2, Episode 2 - Episode #2.2 - full transcript
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The end.
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Mama.
Gerhilde, what did we say
about calling me that?
Fine... Governess.
Papa never reads us stories
when he's home.
Your papa is a very busy man.
He travels near and far.
That's why he hired me.
I heard Lady Himmelman said
he hired you because he's a...
..."tit man more than
an ass man."
Gerhilde, please go
the fuck to sleep.
I love you, Governess.
And I you, child.
Good night, Mama.
Sir?
Because my stories
don't have happy
endings any longer.
That's why their papa
tells them stories no more.
It is an honor to meet you.
Six months is a long time.
I'm happy to be home.
It's been hard on them
since their mother's death.
But I've been told
these past few months with you
have been the happiest time
of their life.
And mine.
I've dreamed of this day
since I came here.
But may I confess something?
I didn't come here
for the children.
I came so that one day I might
get close enough to steal
the heart of the courageous
Rolf Van Klaussen.
And I do mean
steal the heart, Nazi.
Tell me where he is.
I know he's in South America;
tell me how to find him.
I-I don't know what
you're talking about.
You have been overseeing
the export of arms
through São Paulo.
You've been sending them to him.
Now tell me where he is.
Fräulein?
Papa!
No.
I'm sorry.
Mama.
You cold?
You look like shit.
Good thing I brought you a gift.
Uh, it's not a good time.
Killed Biff Simpson
two nights ago
in a brothel in Paris.
An old SS haunt.
Shot him through the face.
Uh, if you are here
for confession,
you are at the wrong place.
Confessions are for sins.
He tried to bargain
for his life.
Claimed, if I let him live,
he could bring me
a greater prize.
What?
Hitler.
- You don't really believe...
- He claimed Hitler fled Europe
via ratline and was living
down in South America.
- And what proof did he have?
- We met the proof.
The Colonel.
- Bullshit.
- What other woman could rise
- so high in the ranks?
- Eva Braun killed herself
in the Führerbunker in 1945,
as did Adolf Hitler.
How do you know?
- Hitler's dead, Jonah.
- Says who? The Russians?
They found his body
and just simply burned it?
You really believe that?
People believed
Eichmann was dead too,
until Mossad found him
in South America.
Eichmann, Mengele, Stangl,
Wilhelm Zuchs.
Nazis don't just disappear.
They don't simply
kill themselves.
Before he died,
Biff Simpson said,
"All roads lead through Genoa."
Why Genoa?
Didn't make any sense to me,
and then I realized
that Genoa is where Eichmann
had fled Europe.
Josef Mengele, too, in July '49.
My contact pulled records
showing that the ships
that ran from Genoa
to Buenos Aires were charted
by a German steel conglomerate
called Essen Industries.
Turns out on April 29, 1945,
Essen Industries also chartered
a ship from Genoa
to Buenos Aires.
Hitler and Eva committed
suicide on the 30th.
What, you think
they were on the ship?
Among the names were
two crewmembers never before
listed on any manifest:
Erik Tolmann and Frida Tolmann.
Essen Industries' founder
is a man named Klaus Rhinehart.
The Nazi financier.
Now, he is a free man
living in, of all places...
Buenos Aires.
He runs Argentina's
steel industry.
I can charter a plane,
fly us down there undetected.
We find Klaus Rhinehart,
we find Hitler.
We have to tell the Feds.
Aw, fuck. Come on.
What is... what has going to
the Feds ever got you?
A fucking gag order to keep
quiet about Biff Simpson?
A not guilty verdict
for Bishop Prentz?
Why are you here, Jonah? Why me?
Because I can't
do this alone, and...
...I know that you're the only
one that might believe me.
Well, you're in over your head.
Why did you call me?
Why did you call me
when you lost the Prentz case?
Tell me, why?
Maybe it's because you realized
that justice is a privilege
reserved for the few.
And maybe...
...you were looking
for another path.
We find Hitler...
...and everything
that we have done,
everything that
we have become...
...will have been worth it.
And it can finally be over.
I thought you would understand.
I'm in.
But we can't do it alone,
so where are your friends?
Uh, we're not exactly
on speaking terms.
Then I'll do the talking.
Hola. Hola.
Tatiana Suarez-Pico here
for another installment
of Tatiana at the Movies.
I am here
with film star Lonny Flash
talking about his new movie
Eight Ways to Shabbat.
Hola, Lonny.
Bonjour, Tatiana.
In Eight Ways to Shabbat,
you play a Jewish hitman
who has a crisis of faith
as he attempts to kill
eight men before sundown.
Two years away and now you're
garnering Oscar buzz.
It must feel wonderful.
Accolades and awards
are nice and all, but...
...I make films for
the seamstress' girl in Nepal,
for the salmon
farmer's kid in Yemen,
for the Episcopalian
pastor's boy
in Omaha, Nebraska who says,
"Maybe when I grow up...
...I can...
...I can be a Jewish
movie star, too."
My fans inspire me.
Sorry.
Eight Ways to Shabbat
hits theaters Friday the 21st.
And... cut.
Uh, do you need a tissue?
No, no.
The tears are care
of Sandy Meisner.
Mmm, no. Not-not the tears.
Uh...
Your nose is bleeding.
Ah.
Pásale algo así, ¿no? Ayúdale.
No, no, no, no. It's, uh...
It's okay.
- Are you...? Okay.
- Thank you.
Yeah, I'll see you next time,
all right? Thanks.
Bye, Lonny, thank you.
- ♪ And though...
- It's good to see...
- Ow!
- What are you doing?
You piece of shit!
Hey, stop!
What the fuck is wrong with you?
What the fuck you doing here?
♪ I don't...
Lovely, mademoiselle.
Looks just like Van Gogh.
Only better.
Well, we can't have it
look better, Armand.
Forgeries need to look
like the real thing.
Esme is drawing a bath
for you, mademoiselle.
And Jacques is picking up
Miss Malika from school today.
You spoil me, Armand.
Mademoiselle...
I tried to stop them,
but they insisted.
♪ And it's not hard to see...
Aw, fuck, no.
No, Jacob!
- Don't touch that goose poop.
- ♪ Turn out to be...
It's Murray. It's always...
♪ Growin' stronger...
♪ Getting better every day...
Pray for me, Sister...
Oh, fuck off.
♪ That it's gettin' better...
He thought I should do
the talking.
What'll it be? Suffocation?
Strangulation? Skull up the ass?
I love it when you try to flirt.
We have reason
to believe that Hitler
is still alive.
Goodbye.
H, E, I, M.
Frondheim. Yes.
I'm sorry, sir,
there are no listings
in Connecticut under that name.
The designers
are ready for you, sir.
Oh. All right, Annette.
I'll be right there.
We pared the design
down as you asked.
Now, the wires allow
a lot more data input
to be collected
within an instrument panel.
Hey, what the fuck, Mizushima?
Hey.
- What the fuck are you doing?
- It was an accident.
You just
set us back three hours.
Look, I just said
it was an accident.
- You got a problem with us?
- Hey!
You know what? I'm out of here.
- Come on, take a swing!
- Tough guy.
Hey. Hey...
Lay off him!
Welcome to Secret Sprinkles.
You can taste all 50
groovy flavors if you want.
♪ You and me...
Is that right? All 50?
If you want.
♪ Yes, these are
the best things in life...
Can I taste the chocolate chunk?
Mmm. And can I taste
the cheesecake?
- They have so many flavors.
- ♪ Without your love...
♪ It doesn't mean a thing...
Can I taste the butterscotch?
♪ For only you...
I wonder
who they're looking for.
It's taking a while.
I know.
- Oh.
- It's crazy.
Hmm.
Can I taste the caramel?
Jesus Christ,
can you pick already?
I can taste all 50
groovy flavors if I want.
Isn't that right, Priya?
Hurry up, man.
I scream.
You scream!
We all scream.
For ice cream.
- Psycho.
- Let's get out of here.
Can I try the bubblegum?
["Nothing From Nothing"]
♪ If you wanna be with me...
"Oscar's Golden Boy," hmm?
I see you haven't changed a bit.
No, I did.
I got even more amazing.
Can we just... can we just
focus on why we're here?
Uh...
Oh, you think you're still
giving orders, do you?
Uh, didn't you hear?
You charter a private jet
with Meyer's blood money,
- you get to call the shots.
- Can we just please
stop with these mishegas...
Enough!
Not letting your dysfunctional
family bullshit fuck this up.
You get me?
This is Klaus Rhinehart.
German industrialist
and former Nazi financier,
who now lives freely
in Argentina as head of
the country's steel industry
from which he makes a killing.
When he travels,
it is with security.
But lucky for us,
on Friday night
he will be attending
the grand reopening
of Buenos Aires'
oldest opera house,
for which he helped
fund the restoration.
There, we will take him.
Alive.
Klaus escaped Hitler
out of Germany.
Klaus will know
where we can find him.
One more run.
One more run, then none of us
have to see each other's
faces ever again.
But, um, no one has found Joe?
I have been looking
for Joe for years.
I don't think
he wants to be found.
All right.
You can sit down.
Well, I could have gone
to the police, Mr. Mizushima,
after what happened yesterday.
I don't stand for violence.
This is a palace of invention,
not destruction.
And I will not employ savages...
Mr. Offerman, I can't
afford to lose another job.
This is why I fired
the three heathens
- who attacked you.
- Sir?
And I'm very sorry
for what they did to you.
How old were you when
they first imprisoned you?
I read your file, so...
Five.
Five?
I was in kindergarten
in San Francisco.
I learned to read in the camps.
"Internment camps,"
they called them.
Yes.
Two countries, two camps.
Different in many ways,
but in the tenet, identical.
To exterminate us.
To extinguish our flame.
Well, I see you, Joe.
I see you.
A young man drafted
to the front lines in Vietnam
by a country that took
everything from him.
No wonder your hand shakes.
I wasn't drafted.
I enlisted.
Why?
Because my father did.
While we were imprisoned
in the camps...
...he still served.
And was killed.
You know, I invited you here
for more than just
to offer you an apology.
I invited you here
to ask for your help.
- Help?
- I recently learned
that a man from my past
is still living in this world.
A Nazi guard...
...sadistic, cruel.
And I need your help...
...to find him.
Why are you asking me?
Because I know
a fellow forever soldier
when I see one, Joe.
You father fought
those monsters, too.
He fought them.
He fought them in France.
He fought them in Germany.
He looked in their eyes.
Black and cold,
the Nazi bastards.
Your father died
ridding the world
of this scourge, Joe.
But evil is still here.
You can join this struggle.
A resistance against this evil.
You can help.
How?
Enlist.
We're here, amigo.
Ah, gracias.
Get settled, unpack.
Meet in the lobby at 8:00 p.m.
Hello.
Welcome to the Hotel Palladio.
This reminds me of that place
we ended up in in Rome.
When you got us lost.
No, we weren't lost. I just...
You just wanted to show me
the real Rome. Uh-huh.
Look, on the main streets
we'd been mobbed by
the Flash fanatics.
On the back streets...
...it was just us.
Come on, you had fun.
Don't deny it.
The pizza was good.
I'll see you tonight.
Yeah.
Look pretty tonight, boy.
You should knock first.
Do you never even think
about Spain?
About what you did?
I think about that boy
every day.
I see him every day.
I'll see you at 8:00.
♪ But what I got to say...
♪ 'Cause every time
I tried to tell you...
Hi, you've reached
Sam's message service.
Bonjour, Jacques.
It's your love.
My twat of a fiancé
has bolted the coop,
so why don't you come over
and give me what he never could?
Oh, I hope Israel
is wonderful, Sam.
I'm just sat over here
sweating my balls off,
preparing for my interview
with Professor Oughourlian.
I don't miss you at all,
by the way.
Call me. Love you.
"1430...
Harper Avenue...
Los Angeles...
Millie"?
- Meyerleh.
- Look at you.
Shalom, Simon.
It's hard to believe it.
Shalom, indeed.
How has so much time passed?
The last time I last saw you
was at Ethel Shteinberg's
wedding.
And tomorrow starts her shiva.
- No.
- That's how long
- we've been out of each other's lives.
- Yeah.
- But you're a busy man, Simon.
- No.
What? Taking on Friedrich
Peter and his Freedom Party
- was no small feat.
- Well,
I don't believe
a man responsible
for the extermination
of 13,000 Jews in Ukraine
is deserving of leading
Austria into a new era.
- Bravo, my friend.
- No!
Please, please.
I just do God's work.
- A prophet stands before me.
- No, no, no prophet.
A patsy.
Come, come, my friend. Sit down.
Yes, of course.
Scott said that you needed
to see me right away.
Well...
I saw... him.
Right on 79th Street.
Getting into a car.
Saw who?
Viktor Frondheim.
- Viktor Frondheim?
- Yes.
- Sounds familiar.
- I remember him from the camps.
He was an SS guard on Block 11.
If any Jews managed
to escape, they sent him,
and he always came back
with them in his jaws.
Dead.
Like he was a bloodhound.
So tell me, um...
do you have any idea
where he might be going?
Connecticut... I think,
because the car had, uh,
- Connecticut plates.
- Hmm.
Maybe you have
information on that?
Somewhere? Perhaps I can see it?
Perhaps something
that I could be helpful with?
No, no, no.
No, no, no. I'm very grateful
for the offer, but no.
I-I would never put you
in that position.
I can't have a prince
doing yeoman's work.
Oh, no, please.
I will take it from here.
So...
thank you for the tip,
my friend.
I will take care of it.
How about that?
You would do that for me?
Of course.
Oh, you are blessing
from Hashem.
Meyer, for you, anything.
- Oh.
- Please.
And if you do happen
to see this, uh,
Viktor Frondheim again,
do let me know.
Of course.
The prophet.
Be well, my friend.
Mazel tov.
Scott, see if we have a file
on a Viktor Frondheim.
Hold the elevator.
Just as you said.
And the other file's there, too.
Well done.
Here.
For your troubles.
I wasn't drafted into this.
I enlisted.
I mean, I am dying to know.
What did they do to you?
Because you have undergone
a real transformation, friend.
My parents
tried to rehabilitate me, too.
I saw a social worker,
did therapy,
repented, cried.
Hell, I praised Jesus so much...
...and a lot of love,
a man can change.
But it didn't really take.
So...
Between pals, I'm just asking...
...you faking?
You can tell me.
I'm a vault.
She's over there.
I failed you in New York.
So why bring me here?
Take off your boots.
They're filthy.
When I first saw Adolf,
I was just a child
and he was a...
god.
An eagle...
...who soared on golden wings
above all the Earth.
Your trousers are muddy.
Take them off.
He groomed me when I was
still a child, 17.
I was a gymnast.
Accomplished.
He liked that.
Your shirt.
I remember
our first night together
in his apartment in Munich.
I crawled into bed with him.
The eagle.
And... uh, he was no god.
He was...
...small and...
...pasty, and...
balding, and sweaty,
and pathetic.
But all the rest of them,
they still see the eagle.
They don't see me.
I sent for you
because you see me.
You always have.
And I deserve to be seen.
He can't fathom
the way forward anymore.
I can.
I know how we can retake power.
Clean yourself off.
Now we can finally begin...
...my way.
It's showtime.
We find Klaus Rhinehart,
we find Hitler.
Klaus will have his guards
watching him.
We take them out,
then Millie will take Klaus.
Boss says you can take a break.
Here you are, sir. Number 88.
Hello?
¿Ochenta y ocho?
Sí.
Come on, you're on.
Don't touch me.
What are you doing?
Hey, hey. Wait. What?
Hey. No, no, no, no, no.
Whoa, hey! Hey! Hey, come on!
Oh, shit.
Put it down.
Run.
I've been looking for you, Klaus.
Gute Nacht, motherfucker.
Nazi fuck!
What's in it and who's it for?
I don't know.
- Where are you taking it?
- Fuck you!
Tell me or you're a dead man.
Who's it for?
Ah!
Moron.
Drop the gun, Jonah.
What the fuck
are you doing, Harriet?
- I said drop the fucking gun.
- What the fuck are you doing?
The end.
There are seven more pages,
Mama.
Gerhilde, what did we say
about calling me that?
Fine... Governess.
Papa never reads us stories
when he's home.
Your papa is a very busy man.
He travels near and far.
That's why he hired me.
I heard Lady Himmelman said
he hired you because he's a...
..."tit man more than
an ass man."
Gerhilde, please go
the fuck to sleep.
I love you, Governess.
And I you, child.
Good night, Mama.
Sir?
Because my stories
don't have happy
endings any longer.
That's why their papa
tells them stories no more.
It is an honor to meet you.
Six months is a long time.
I'm happy to be home.
It's been hard on them
since their mother's death.
But I've been told
these past few months with you
have been the happiest time
of their life.
And mine.
I've dreamed of this day
since I came here.
But may I confess something?
I didn't come here
for the children.
I came so that one day I might
get close enough to steal
the heart of the courageous
Rolf Van Klaussen.
And I do mean
steal the heart, Nazi.
Tell me where he is.
I know he's in South America;
tell me how to find him.
I-I don't know what
you're talking about.
You have been overseeing
the export of arms
through São Paulo.
You've been sending them to him.
Now tell me where he is.
Fräulein?
Papa!
No.
I'm sorry.
Mama.
You cold?
You look like shit.
Good thing I brought you a gift.
Uh, it's not a good time.
Killed Biff Simpson
two nights ago
in a brothel in Paris.
An old SS haunt.
Shot him through the face.
Uh, if you are here
for confession,
you are at the wrong place.
Confessions are for sins.
He tried to bargain
for his life.
Claimed, if I let him live,
he could bring me
a greater prize.
What?
Hitler.
- You don't really believe...
- He claimed Hitler fled Europe
via ratline and was living
down in South America.
- And what proof did he have?
- We met the proof.
The Colonel.
- Bullshit.
- What other woman could rise
- so high in the ranks?
- Eva Braun killed herself
in the Führerbunker in 1945,
as did Adolf Hitler.
How do you know?
- Hitler's dead, Jonah.
- Says who? The Russians?
They found his body
and just simply burned it?
You really believe that?
People believed
Eichmann was dead too,
until Mossad found him
in South America.
Eichmann, Mengele, Stangl,
Wilhelm Zuchs.
Nazis don't just disappear.
They don't simply
kill themselves.
Before he died,
Biff Simpson said,
"All roads lead through Genoa."
Why Genoa?
Didn't make any sense to me,
and then I realized
that Genoa is where Eichmann
had fled Europe.
Josef Mengele, too, in July '49.
My contact pulled records
showing that the ships
that ran from Genoa
to Buenos Aires were charted
by a German steel conglomerate
called Essen Industries.
Turns out on April 29, 1945,
Essen Industries also chartered
a ship from Genoa
to Buenos Aires.
Hitler and Eva committed
suicide on the 30th.
What, you think
they were on the ship?
Among the names were
two crewmembers never before
listed on any manifest:
Erik Tolmann and Frida Tolmann.
Essen Industries' founder
is a man named Klaus Rhinehart.
The Nazi financier.
Now, he is a free man
living in, of all places...
Buenos Aires.
He runs Argentina's
steel industry.
I can charter a plane,
fly us down there undetected.
We find Klaus Rhinehart,
we find Hitler.
We have to tell the Feds.
Aw, fuck. Come on.
What is... what has going to
the Feds ever got you?
A fucking gag order to keep
quiet about Biff Simpson?
A not guilty verdict
for Bishop Prentz?
Why are you here, Jonah? Why me?
Because I can't
do this alone, and...
...I know that you're the only
one that might believe me.
Well, you're in over your head.
Why did you call me?
Why did you call me
when you lost the Prentz case?
Tell me, why?
Maybe it's because you realized
that justice is a privilege
reserved for the few.
And maybe...
...you were looking
for another path.
We find Hitler...
...and everything
that we have done,
everything that
we have become...
...will have been worth it.
And it can finally be over.
I thought you would understand.
I'm in.
But we can't do it alone,
so where are your friends?
Uh, we're not exactly
on speaking terms.
Then I'll do the talking.
Hola. Hola.
Tatiana Suarez-Pico here
for another installment
of Tatiana at the Movies.
I am here
with film star Lonny Flash
talking about his new movie
Eight Ways to Shabbat.
Hola, Lonny.
Bonjour, Tatiana.
In Eight Ways to Shabbat,
you play a Jewish hitman
who has a crisis of faith
as he attempts to kill
eight men before sundown.
Two years away and now you're
garnering Oscar buzz.
It must feel wonderful.
Accolades and awards
are nice and all, but...
...I make films for
the seamstress' girl in Nepal,
for the salmon
farmer's kid in Yemen,
for the Episcopalian
pastor's boy
in Omaha, Nebraska who says,
"Maybe when I grow up...
...I can...
...I can be a Jewish
movie star, too."
My fans inspire me.
Sorry.
Eight Ways to Shabbat
hits theaters Friday the 21st.
And... cut.
Uh, do you need a tissue?
No, no.
The tears are care
of Sandy Meisner.
Mmm, no. Not-not the tears.
Uh...
Your nose is bleeding.
Ah.
Pásale algo así, ¿no? Ayúdale.
No, no, no, no. It's, uh...
It's okay.
- Are you...? Okay.
- Thank you.
Yeah, I'll see you next time,
all right? Thanks.
Bye, Lonny, thank you.
- ♪ And though...
- It's good to see...
- Ow!
- What are you doing?
You piece of shit!
Hey, stop!
What the fuck is wrong with you?
What the fuck you doing here?
♪ I don't...
Lovely, mademoiselle.
Looks just like Van Gogh.
Only better.
Well, we can't have it
look better, Armand.
Forgeries need to look
like the real thing.
Esme is drawing a bath
for you, mademoiselle.
And Jacques is picking up
Miss Malika from school today.
You spoil me, Armand.
Mademoiselle...
I tried to stop them,
but they insisted.
♪ And it's not hard to see...
Aw, fuck, no.
No, Jacob!
- Don't touch that goose poop.
- ♪ Turn out to be...
It's Murray. It's always...
♪ Growin' stronger...
♪ Getting better every day...
Pray for me, Sister...
Oh, fuck off.
♪ That it's gettin' better...
He thought I should do
the talking.
What'll it be? Suffocation?
Strangulation? Skull up the ass?
I love it when you try to flirt.
We have reason
to believe that Hitler
is still alive.
Goodbye.
H, E, I, M.
Frondheim. Yes.
I'm sorry, sir,
there are no listings
in Connecticut under that name.
The designers
are ready for you, sir.
Oh. All right, Annette.
I'll be right there.
We pared the design
down as you asked.
Now, the wires allow
a lot more data input
to be collected
within an instrument panel.
Hey, what the fuck, Mizushima?
Hey.
- What the fuck are you doing?
- It was an accident.
You just
set us back three hours.
Look, I just said
it was an accident.
- You got a problem with us?
- Hey!
You know what? I'm out of here.
- Come on, take a swing!
- Tough guy.
Hey. Hey...
Lay off him!
Welcome to Secret Sprinkles.
You can taste all 50
groovy flavors if you want.
♪ You and me...
Is that right? All 50?
If you want.
♪ Yes, these are
the best things in life...
Can I taste the chocolate chunk?
Mmm. And can I taste
the cheesecake?
- They have so many flavors.
- ♪ Without your love...
♪ It doesn't mean a thing...
Can I taste the butterscotch?
♪ For only you...
I wonder
who they're looking for.
It's taking a while.
I know.
- Oh.
- It's crazy.
Hmm.
Can I taste the caramel?
Jesus Christ,
can you pick already?
I can taste all 50
groovy flavors if I want.
Isn't that right, Priya?
Hurry up, man.
I scream.
You scream!
We all scream.
For ice cream.
- Psycho.
- Let's get out of here.
Can I try the bubblegum?
["Nothing From Nothing"]
♪ If you wanna be with me...
"Oscar's Golden Boy," hmm?
I see you haven't changed a bit.
No, I did.
I got even more amazing.
Can we just... can we just
focus on why we're here?
Uh...
Oh, you think you're still
giving orders, do you?
Uh, didn't you hear?
You charter a private jet
with Meyer's blood money,
- you get to call the shots.
- Can we just please
stop with these mishegas...
Enough!
Not letting your dysfunctional
family bullshit fuck this up.
You get me?
This is Klaus Rhinehart.
German industrialist
and former Nazi financier,
who now lives freely
in Argentina as head of
the country's steel industry
from which he makes a killing.
When he travels,
it is with security.
But lucky for us,
on Friday night
he will be attending
the grand reopening
of Buenos Aires'
oldest opera house,
for which he helped
fund the restoration.
There, we will take him.
Alive.
Klaus escaped Hitler
out of Germany.
Klaus will know
where we can find him.
One more run.
One more run, then none of us
have to see each other's
faces ever again.
But, um, no one has found Joe?
I have been looking
for Joe for years.
I don't think
he wants to be found.
All right.
You can sit down.
Well, I could have gone
to the police, Mr. Mizushima,
after what happened yesterday.
I don't stand for violence.
This is a palace of invention,
not destruction.
And I will not employ savages...
Mr. Offerman, I can't
afford to lose another job.
This is why I fired
the three heathens
- who attacked you.
- Sir?
And I'm very sorry
for what they did to you.
How old were you when
they first imprisoned you?
I read your file, so...
Five.
Five?
I was in kindergarten
in San Francisco.
I learned to read in the camps.
"Internment camps,"
they called them.
Yes.
Two countries, two camps.
Different in many ways,
but in the tenet, identical.
To exterminate us.
To extinguish our flame.
Well, I see you, Joe.
I see you.
A young man drafted
to the front lines in Vietnam
by a country that took
everything from him.
No wonder your hand shakes.
I wasn't drafted.
I enlisted.
Why?
Because my father did.
While we were imprisoned
in the camps...
...he still served.
And was killed.
You know, I invited you here
for more than just
to offer you an apology.
I invited you here
to ask for your help.
- Help?
- I recently learned
that a man from my past
is still living in this world.
A Nazi guard...
...sadistic, cruel.
And I need your help...
...to find him.
Why are you asking me?
Because I know
a fellow forever soldier
when I see one, Joe.
You father fought
those monsters, too.
He fought them.
He fought them in France.
He fought them in Germany.
He looked in their eyes.
Black and cold,
the Nazi bastards.
Your father died
ridding the world
of this scourge, Joe.
But evil is still here.
You can join this struggle.
A resistance against this evil.
You can help.
How?
Enlist.
We're here, amigo.
Ah, gracias.
Get settled, unpack.
Meet in the lobby at 8:00 p.m.
Hello.
Welcome to the Hotel Palladio.
This reminds me of that place
we ended up in in Rome.
When you got us lost.
No, we weren't lost. I just...
You just wanted to show me
the real Rome. Uh-huh.
Look, on the main streets
we'd been mobbed by
the Flash fanatics.
On the back streets...
...it was just us.
Come on, you had fun.
Don't deny it.
The pizza was good.
I'll see you tonight.
Yeah.
Look pretty tonight, boy.
You should knock first.
Do you never even think
about Spain?
About what you did?
I think about that boy
every day.
I see him every day.
I'll see you at 8:00.
♪ But what I got to say...
♪ 'Cause every time
I tried to tell you...
Hi, you've reached
Sam's message service.
Bonjour, Jacques.
It's your love.
My twat of a fiancé
has bolted the coop,
so why don't you come over
and give me what he never could?
Oh, I hope Israel
is wonderful, Sam.
I'm just sat over here
sweating my balls off,
preparing for my interview
with Professor Oughourlian.
I don't miss you at all,
by the way.
Call me. Love you.
"1430...
Harper Avenue...
Los Angeles...
Millie"?
- Meyerleh.
- Look at you.
Shalom, Simon.
It's hard to believe it.
Shalom, indeed.
How has so much time passed?
The last time I last saw you
was at Ethel Shteinberg's
wedding.
And tomorrow starts her shiva.
- No.
- That's how long
- we've been out of each other's lives.
- Yeah.
- But you're a busy man, Simon.
- No.
What? Taking on Friedrich
Peter and his Freedom Party
- was no small feat.
- Well,
I don't believe
a man responsible
for the extermination
of 13,000 Jews in Ukraine
is deserving of leading
Austria into a new era.
- Bravo, my friend.
- No!
Please, please.
I just do God's work.
- A prophet stands before me.
- No, no, no prophet.
A patsy.
Come, come, my friend. Sit down.
Yes, of course.
Scott said that you needed
to see me right away.
Well...
I saw... him.
Right on 79th Street.
Getting into a car.
Saw who?
Viktor Frondheim.
- Viktor Frondheim?
- Yes.
- Sounds familiar.
- I remember him from the camps.
He was an SS guard on Block 11.
If any Jews managed
to escape, they sent him,
and he always came back
with them in his jaws.
Dead.
Like he was a bloodhound.
So tell me, um...
do you have any idea
where he might be going?
Connecticut... I think,
because the car had, uh,
- Connecticut plates.
- Hmm.
Maybe you have
information on that?
Somewhere? Perhaps I can see it?
Perhaps something
that I could be helpful with?
No, no, no.
No, no, no. I'm very grateful
for the offer, but no.
I-I would never put you
in that position.
I can't have a prince
doing yeoman's work.
Oh, no, please.
I will take it from here.
So...
thank you for the tip,
my friend.
I will take care of it.
How about that?
You would do that for me?
Of course.
Oh, you are blessing
from Hashem.
Meyer, for you, anything.
- Oh.
- Please.
And if you do happen
to see this, uh,
Viktor Frondheim again,
do let me know.
Of course.
The prophet.
Be well, my friend.
Mazel tov.
Scott, see if we have a file
on a Viktor Frondheim.
Hold the elevator.
Just as you said.
And the other file's there, too.
Well done.
Here.
For your troubles.
I wasn't drafted into this.
I enlisted.
I mean, I am dying to know.
What did they do to you?
Because you have undergone
a real transformation, friend.
My parents
tried to rehabilitate me, too.
I saw a social worker,
did therapy,
repented, cried.
Hell, I praised Jesus so much...
...and a lot of love,
a man can change.
But it didn't really take.
So...
Between pals, I'm just asking...
...you faking?
You can tell me.
I'm a vault.
She's over there.
I failed you in New York.
So why bring me here?
Take off your boots.
They're filthy.
When I first saw Adolf,
I was just a child
and he was a...
god.
An eagle...
...who soared on golden wings
above all the Earth.
Your trousers are muddy.
Take them off.
He groomed me when I was
still a child, 17.
I was a gymnast.
Accomplished.
He liked that.
Your shirt.
I remember
our first night together
in his apartment in Munich.
I crawled into bed with him.
The eagle.
And... uh, he was no god.
He was...
...small and...
...pasty, and...
balding, and sweaty,
and pathetic.
But all the rest of them,
they still see the eagle.
They don't see me.
I sent for you
because you see me.
You always have.
And I deserve to be seen.
He can't fathom
the way forward anymore.
I can.
I know how we can retake power.
Clean yourself off.
Now we can finally begin...
...my way.
It's showtime.
We find Klaus Rhinehart,
we find Hitler.
Klaus will have his guards
watching him.
We take them out,
then Millie will take Klaus.
Boss says you can take a break.
Here you are, sir. Number 88.
Hello?
¿Ochenta y ocho?
Sí.
Come on, you're on.
Don't touch me.
What are you doing?
Hey, hey. Wait. What?
Hey. No, no, no, no, no.
Whoa, hey! Hey! Hey, come on!
Oh, shit.
Put it down.
Run.
I've been looking for you, Klaus.
Gute Nacht, motherfucker.
Nazi fuck!
What's in it and who's it for?
I don't know.
- Where are you taking it?
- Fuck you!
Tell me or you're a dead man.
Who's it for?
Ah!
Moron.
Drop the gun, Jonah.
What the fuck
are you doing, Harriet?
- I said drop the fucking gun.
- What the fuck are you doing?