Hunters (2020–…): Season 2, Episode 3 - Duck. Quail. Goose. Crow. - full transcript

Hello. My name is Chava.

This here is Georges,

and you already know Rebecca.

Rebecca?

My sincere apologies

for the manner by which
we had to transport you here.

But you see, we couldn't
let you lot fuck this up.

I think they want to speak.

- Could you lower their gags?
- Yes, Ima.

Us fuck this up?

How could you?



What do you want?

Georges, could you bring
the main course, please?

With pleasure, Ima.

You lot were the bait.

So we could
distract his handlers

and get him out alive before one
of you killed him by mistake.

You-you have a history
of doing that, no?

What the fuck?

Hallo, little birdie.

Aah! Aah!

Klaus.

Where is Adolf Hitler?

Fuck you.

Rebecca.



Wait, wait!

Ow... Oh, wait!
Wait, wait, wait, no!

I-I don't know.
I swear, I don't know.

No one goes to Hitler's haven.

All right, wait, wait, wait,
except for one man. The Crow.

- Who's The Crow?
- The Reich's chief assassin.

The Crow's courier was
picking up the briefcase.

Where was he supposed
to deliver the briefcase?

I don't know. I swear...

He had a key.

He had a key in his pocket.

The courier.

I d...

Can someone let me go? Come on.

It's a hotel key.
Georges, find out what hotel.

Let's save him for leftovers.

Oh, wait, wait, no!

Wait, wait, wait...

She's right.

- What do you mean, she's right?
- Jonah...

- We fucked up in Spain.
- No, you fucked up.

She got Klaus. She got
one step closer to Hitler.

If we're gonna find him,
we need numbers.

We need a new team.

Looks like we've found them.

Untie them.

Fucking traitor.

We're not gonna
break bread together.

We're not gonna
hunt Nazis together.

We don't partner with anyone.

What that awful man
must have done to you.

Meyer.

But look at you.

Baruch Hashem.

I know she lives in you.

Who?

- Ruth.
- You...

...didn't know my safta.

Ruth was my sister.

Ruth's sister died in the camps.

Well... then I must be a ghost.

And this must be...

a ghost story.

Boo!

Viktor.

This is not a dream.

Please, take whatever you want.

Oh.

You-you don't
recognize me, Viktor?

Hmm?

Well, it's been
a long time, hmm?

Here. Let me help you here.

Put them on.

- It's you.
- Me.

Fritz said I could
find you here.

Yeah. You know him.

He was easy to deal with.

But you, I don't know.

What will we do
about you, Viktor, hmm?

How did you sur... survive...
how did you survive the camps?

Come on, I-I know
a con when I see one.

We're not working with her.

- You're making a mistake.
- You! Not another word

- out of you, traitor!
- What street did you grow up on?

Szczebrzeska.

- Okay, your father's name?
- Abraham.

My mother Fruma.

- How about your...
- Porja?

Porja was our cat.

Ruth had a long scar on her arm

from that fucking cat.

She-she loved thunderstorms

and the smell of

- Lavender.
- Lavender. And she was funny.

And brilliant.

Pain in the ass.

And my protector.

And I loved every bit
of my big sister.

I see the "pain in the ass" bit
rubbed off on you.

If you thought
we'd fuck tonight up,

why do you want to work with us?

Because once there were 20 of us
and now there are three.

Because the few who care
are old and dying.

Pickings are slim.

At least you're family.

If we want to get to Adolf
before nature does,

we need to work together.

Merci.

Klaus said that The Crow
is Hitler's only connection

to the outside world.

And that the bald man...

Is supposed to bring
this briefcase

to The Crow.

At some hotel.

It's not just some hotel.

It's the famed La Abadia.

A former monastery.

Even monks sell out
to hotel developers.

So, we go to the hotel
in the bald man's stead,

plant the briefcase, lure
The Crow out from the shadows.

Cage The Crow and force him
to lead us to Hitler.

The hotel is a hotbed

of international
criminals and thieves.

The Nazis have used it before,
and they have eyes everywhere.

We must be invisible.

We have this evening to catch
The Crow and make him sing.

And this evening only.

Mindy, you will
take the hotel key

and get into the courier's room.

There, you will decipher
where the meeting

with The Crow is meant to be.

- Reception.
- Yes, hello.

The-the light was blinking?

You have a reservation for two
at 7:00 p.m. tonight.

Once she does,
Jonah and I will be there,

lying in wait for him.

Lonny and Georges will
stay with the briefcase,

no matter what.

And ladies,
you must have our backs.

We start on the bottom floor,
we make our way up.

The Crow will have eyes
everywhere.

He never travels
without his murder,

so we take them out,
we leave him unprotected.

Kitchen's clear.

This is Clara.

- And Sam.
- Leave us a message.

I'm sorry
I didn't call till now.

I was in the archives till late.

I'll call you in the morning.

I love you.

Can't wait to be home.

Goose.

Quail. Duck.

But no Crow.

Don't you think The Crow

will see the briefcase
all alone, grow suspicious?

He won't be the one
who picks up the briefcase.

He'll send one of his thugs.

Oh, but he's here, watching it.

He could be anyone.

Oh, they have lamb!

- Do you like lamb?
- Yeah, I could give

two sh-shits about lamb.

Not thinking
about food right now.

That is our cover.

We are at dinner. You will dine.

I-I'm not taking orders
from you, Auntie.

Remember, the only reason
why we're here right now

is because I found Klaus.

Oh, right.

You're Herr Leader now.

You murdered Meyer
to become boy king.

I murdered The Wolf

and thwarted a Fourth Reich
in America.

And what happened in Spain?

Hmm? What happened there?

Why did your little army
desert you?

You want to be in charge
of this hunt, boy?

Why don't we settle it
with a bet.

One of these diners is our Crow.

Whoever picks him correctly

wears the crown.

Loser buys dinner.

Great. I'll order the Dom,
then, since you're paying.

Splendid. I love a wager.

Side Order of Vengeance?

- No.
- Toledo Connection?

- No.
- Stranger in Danger 2?

Far Out Down Under?

Bonkers in Yonkers?

The YMCA Story?

No?

Meet Me in Poughkeepsie?
Vera vs. Verne?

The 33 Sparrows?

I haven't seen
your films, Lonny.

She loved The 33 Sparrows.

It was her favorite
of the Flash oeuvre.

She laughed the whole time.

It's a tuberculosis drama.

Who's she?

Roxy.

Roxy and you?

You were a fling?

Were. Are. Who's to say?

Were.

Very much were.

Lonny, maybe
don't drink so much.

I'm fine. Jesus.

What do you do for fun?
Besides not drink at bars.

What are you doing?

Like your movie, eh?

A sparrow.

I do magic for fun.

Well, this is gonna be
a long fucking night.

Cover me, Pierre.
I need el baño.

I'm told one of your works

is hanging
in the Palais Bourbon.

- A van Gogh.
- Yeah, business is good.

And Malika?

Did you ever complicate
a mission or steal a lead

or put us in danger for her?
For Chava?

- Never. It wasn't like that.
- I let you in.

Against my better
fucking judgment,

I let you in. I told you
everything about Lonny.

About Joe.
About my sister. About me.

You-you read Malika books.

You took her to the zoo.
She fucking loved you.

- Rox, I...
- And all of that...

All of that, I can see past.

But the one thing I can't?

You could've told Ruth that
her baby sister survived,

and you didn't.
And I cannot understand why.

Because it wasn't
my truth to tell.

Truth doesn't have an owner.

Hey.

We good?

- Yes.
- Yeah.

Okay, next floor.

Oh...

He's wearing a Bulova watch.
Designed in Queens.

Nazi wouldn't trust
an American timepiece.

The bloke to your right.

He's had six glasses of wine.
Our assassin

- would keep his wits.
- You said The Crow

first trained as a sharpshooter?

Snipers need to control
their breathing.

Guy behind me
has an asthma inhaler.

The woman
with the bump on her arm?

Smallpox vaccine.

Nazis distrusted vaccines
because Jewish scientists

helped develop them.

That woman over there?

The big Agatha Christie fan?

An assassin reading

about Miss Marple's
a bit on the nose.

Low-hanging fruit.

Since I'm playing your game,
how about you play mine?

My safta said you were dead.

How are you sitting here
across from me?

There was a prisoner,

a Jew,

ordered to kill me.

But this man, he-he turned
the blade on his own throat.

An act of defiance.

And it was a spark.

We turned on the guards,
tried to overpower them.

I escaped.

I-I ran.

I ran for seven nights.

Until I ran home.

A Nazi officer and his wife
had moved in.

And something in me...

snapped.

They were my first.

I was only 16.

I left such a mess.

Thank God I didn't get caught.

But I'd soon learn
how important it is

to be neat.

Untraceable.

As all good killers must be.

Which rules out

the gentleman to your right.

Spots of rémoulade on his shirt.

And the three slobs behind me.

Ketchup, wine, oil.

Why didn't you...

Why didn't you reach out
to my safta after the war?

- I thought she was dead.
- Did you even...

did you even try
to look for her?

- Of course.
- And?

- It's not that simple, Jonah.
- What?

- It seems that simple to me.
- How could you know?!

Señora.

Gracias.

De nada.

Room 317. Far end of the hall.

- Are you certain?
- Yes, I'm bloody certain. Let's go.

No. You stay here
by the elevator.

In case we miss him.

She doesn't have
what it takes anymore.

That's him.

Harriet!

Aah!

We got to run.

Who else knows?

You came to me, huh?

You remember?

How could I forget?

You begged on your knees, Herr.
Like a dog.

- Who else knows about me?
- I got you out.

No one.

I swear, Wilhelm.

Wilhelm.

What, you think
you're talking to Wilhelm?

No.

I am the pale horse of death,

and apocalypse follows me.

I am Samael,

who rips the soul
from the body of man.

I am the severity
of God himself.

I'm here for my file.

How many?

How many did you escape?

Thousands.

The last of you.

Remember who you used to be, eh?

I've never seen this man
in my life.

Then-then why don't we

destroy Wilhelm, ja?

We could burn the file
right now.

Like he never existed.

Forever gone.

Ja, ja. Ja.

Once you sent that man, Fritz...

It was done.

I-I...

- I'll give you anything you want.
- No.

- I don't want anything.
- I'm begging.

I'm begging you.

Like a dog.

Ja.

If I give you up, I...

I give myself up.

That's true.

But I want your absence
from my life.

Will you do that?

Ja.

Good.

Good.

She has a kid. I'm not gonna
act like that's nothing.

I'm not gonna underplay that.
That is obviously something.

A big something. A human being.

Right? Right.
But here's the thing.

I'm Lonny Flash.

Kids fucking love me.

Candy, cookies, Lonny Flash.
Like that.

Lonny, are you fucking high?

- Are you fucking high?
- Lonny,

- keep it together.
- Oh, it is together.

I am one solid piece
from toes to teeth, Houdini.

Magic.

So, how'd you
get into magic, anyway?

It's kind of for nerds
in America.

Cool kids are into football.
Cars. Acting.

- My father was a great magician.
- Mm.

Famous throughout France.

He used his show
to save hundreds of Jews

during the war.

What you might call
a righteous gentile.

He'd bring Jews onstage
as part of his act

and then, poof,
make them disappear.

He hid them
in his prop warehouse

and smuggled them out of France
in his truck.

My mother, she was against this.

Scared of what
might happen to him

if he was caught.

But he told her it was his duty.

He said only magic
could fix this world.

Wow.

He sounds like an amazing guy.

The Nazis hung him, of course.

And they shot my mother.

Trust that everyone's
doing their jobs,

just as we're doing ours.

Maybe we should go see

- what's happening.
- No. Lonny,

trust everyone
is doing their job,

just as we're doing ours.

Our role is clear.
We watch the briefcase.

Roles are just suggestions,
Georgie.

I was once hired
on a Peckinpah picture

to play a parsnip farmer.

By the end of the picture,
I was playing

the turnip farmer.
Much bigger role,

let me tell you.

- What the fuck?
- We need to move.

Let the boys follow him.

The Crow will stay put.

We stay put.

And when we find The Crow,
we find Hitler.

The fuck did he go?

Are you okay?

- Yeah.
- Come on.

What are you doing?

We need to blend in.

Yeah, you're not gonna blend in.

Come on.

Hey, I'm carrying a little
more water weight than normal.

- Don't give a fuck, Lonny.
- Okay.

Drop him.

Lonny!

Lonny, help!

Lonny!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

No. No, no.

No.

Holy shit.

- We need to go, Lonny. The police will be here soon.
- I'm sorry.

Oh, Jesus. I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.

Top of the
hour, now. That's gonna be time

for your weather report. Cold
front's gonna be dropping south

through New England.
A lot of that snow's

gonna be behind us,
but tonight we...

Little bit left over

from that front
that went through.

- Dry weather, though...
- Oh, crap.

Let me see your license.

Yes, of course.

I don't think
I was going too fast, was I?

- You were.
- I was?

And you were weaving.

Weaving?

Wow.

Officer,

how long will this take?

What are you, in a rush?

Yes, I am.

Can I be honest with you?

I was speeding
because I'm terrified.

Terrified of what?

My wife.

- Funny man.
- No,

no, that's not funny.

You see, I have a girlfriend

out on the sound,

and my wife is back in the city.

Now, if I'm not home
before she wakes up,

you'll have a murder
to look into.

You're sweating.

I'm sweating?

Well,

it... it's a lot of work,
you know?

Keeping up with two women.

Lot of energy.

Believe me.

Okay, playboy.

You pay this in 30 days
or you will go to jail.

Good luck with the missus.

I'm gonna need it. Thank you.

Good morning, Annette.

Morning, Mr. Offerman.

Simon is waiting to see you.

Ah.

Good morning.

Could you bring us some coffee
and cookies?

- Oh, of course.
- Hmm?

Ah! Simon.

Shalom.

Shalom. Don't get up.
Don't get up.

So, what are you
doing here, Simon?

Well, uh, I was just wondering.

Uh... A few days ago

when you came to see me
in my office and asking me

- about Viktor Frondheim?
- Yes.

Well, coincidentally, the file

I had on the man was stolen

on the very same day
by some thug.

- Ah.
- And then just yesterday,

we heard, uh,
about a man by the name

of Jerome Windholm

who was found dead in his home
in rural Connecticut.

- Murdered.
- Jerome Windholm.

- I don't...
- This is the alias that Frondheim used

for the last 30 years.

Which I thought
you might have seen

from the, uh... from his file.

Frondheim is dead?

Are you here to celebrate?
- Well...

Well, I thought you might know

something about this.

What, was it in the newspapers?

No.

Simon?

What are you doing?

You think I have something
to do with this crime?

You think I, what,
went to Connecticut

and murdered this man?

How did I murder him,
with my arthritis?

Meyer, you have the finances
to hire an entire army

- to take this man out, if you so wished.
- Oh, no.

- So if not you alone, then...
- Don't, don't.

- Please.
- ...who?

So, if you not alone, then who?

We got some real Scooby-Doo
operation over here.

You know, Hashem works
in mysterious ways.

I am glad Viktor's dead.

You are not?

Not like this.

He-he should have been
brought to justice.

And had a public trial.

So that the world
could see that no man

could get away with such evil.

No man. Never again.

Meyer...

I think I need
to investigate you.

Investigate me?

On what charge?

What, coincidence?

I told you I saw this man.

I mean, if Frondheim
is bold enough

to go out to the street
in daylight,

perhaps another survivor
saw him.

And maybe that survivor doesn't
have the patience you have.

I mean, your belief
that the slow grind

of the gears of justice
will somehow, somehow prevail.

And what if
that survivor is you?

So what?

So what if it was?

It's not me,
but so what if it was?

You think you have
a license on justice?

Do you think you have
a patent on revenge?

Don't talk to me about justice.

Justice should have no fathers.

I've hunted men in the jungles.

I've tracked them
down the rat lines.

You think you can drop
these cherry bombs

from your ivory tower
without impunity?

When a people are considered
rats and roaches,

we Jews, we don't have the
luxury to meddle in the sewers.

Meyer.

Meyer, you're a prince.

You have... You've been
chosen to be a prince.

What our people
need to see is that a man

who was a prisoner in the camps

could rise from this darkness
and become a king.

What people
are you talking about?

Me. I need to see it.

I need to believe in it, in you.

Do not let this be you,
my brother.

I endured, just as you.

You're not God's broker.

He spoke to me, too.

Just as he did to you.

Who the fuck are you, Meyer?

I'm a survivor.

That's who I am.

If a single hair points to you,

I will have no choice.

It's only a matter of time,
my friend.

Hurry up. We have,
like, two fucking minutes.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

Come on.

Thank you, Ricardo.

Hey, assholes! We were sleeping.

What kind of hotel is this?

Hey! Stop!

Stop!

Ah, hello.
I'm looking for the spa...

From your friend. Buen provecho.

It's a sign from Harriet.

To let us know
they've handled his thugs.

The Crow is unflanked.

Look at me. Look at me.

This is most important.

We cannot let on that we know
The Crow is vulnerable.

Eat.

Ruth and I used to go
to war over

your great-grandmother's
rugelach.

Couldn't get enough.

How could you not let her know?

My safta left Europe
with her daughter.

Came to Brooklyn all alone.

She was a single mom.

- Jonah...
- She had nothing. No.

She worked hard.

Scrubbing floors
at the Howard Johnson's,

doing everything that she could
to keep us on our feet.

Keep me safe, keep me well,
to keep me loved.

Love me like
she loved her sister.

She never stopped loving you.

She needed you.

How could you...

...possibly think that letting
her believe that you were dead

was the best thing?

She may have mourned me.

She may have missed me.

But she didn't need me, Jonah.

Because she had you.

You were her blessing.

I see that now.

I need to go to the bathroom.

This is the women's restroom.

Where is he?

You know I won't tell you.

You already did.

She dead?

Yeah.

All of dinner,
she held her purse tight.

Wasn't because of pickpockets.

A train ticket to Caieiras
for tomorrow morning.

I'll bet Hitler is in Caieiras.

Good.

Thanks for dinner.

You're going to have to stop
killing Nazis without me.

If you knew it was her
the whole time,

how come you didn't correct me
when I first ruled her out?

If you knew it was her,
why did you rule her out at all?

Perhaps you were testing me,

just as I was testing you.

No!

Millie, let's go.

I lost my...

Late night?

How's my two-faced,
two-timing wanker of a fiancé?

What is it?

The Crow has been killed.

Last night.

In Bariloche.

It appears to have been them.

Are you ready, Joe?

This is what we've been preparing for.

Find them.

Find them.

And bring me their scalps.

The Hunters.