Hunters (2020–…): Season 2, Episode 4 - The Fare - full transcript

This was all The Crow carried?

Assassins travel light.

One-way to Carreras.

Do you think Hitler is there?

Klaus said The Crow is
the only one who sees him.

So we go?

Go scout. See what you find.

Take the counterfeiter
and the actor.

Ima, the actor is a liability.

He's right for this.

And if he doesn't come back,
well,



that's the cost of what we do.

The cost of what we do?

You'll stay here with me.

Oh, Ima...

You will stay here!

Be discreet.

Hitler is in our fucking reach.

Careful out there.

I'll make a mess of 'em.

Not of the Jews.

Of Joe.

When he sees them,
you can't know for certain

how he'll respond.

Loyalty can be buried deep.



So, too, can love.

Let's go kill some Jews, boys.

I want to thank one
person without whose generosity

none of this would be possible:

Meyer Offerman.

Meyer, come up here, please.

Oh...

Please.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

I, I always knew
I'd make it to the stage.

Thank you very much.

Well, I'm... I'm very pleased

we could all be here together.

Although I'm afraid,
uh, we may lose

some of these, uh,
wonderful Jewish scholars

to the Great White Way now.

I don't
know, I'm a little worried.

Should I be worried about this?

For your generous mitzvah,
we thought it fitting

to commemorate this as
the Meyer Offerman Theater

of Temple Israel.

Thank you

very much.

They want $30 million, huh?

Well, you tell them that we'll
gladly increase production.

What is that?

Yeah, let me call you back.

What the...? Edward!

What the...?
Where the fuck is he?

Oh!

It's...

You.

Please just l-let me explain.

A couple of days ago,
I saw the name

of a woman on our telephone pad

and an address in L.A.

So, of course, I got a feeling,

and I called Professor Morél's
office.

He said there was
no trip to Israel.

And then I called American
Express, and there it was.

A charge for two weeks

at the Palladio Hotel
in Buenos Aires.

So I had a few drinks,
and, uh, next thing I knew,

I was on a plane here.

It really was, like,
right out of a bad movie.

So, how's the room service?

- Clara.
- Who's Millie, Sam?

Are you in love with her?

She's an FBI agent.

An FBI agent?

She investigated
my grandmother's murder.

I flew to Los Angeles to see her

because I found something
about someone...

Someone I had been looking for
for a long time.

And that person is here
in Argentina.

Who?

My grandmother's sister Chava.

My safta thought that she was
the only one in her family

who survived the war.

Well, it turns out, I was
doing my thesis research,

and I came across the name
of a survivor:

Chava Apfelbaum.

I looked deeper
and I discovered that

she had escaped the camps,

and so I flew to Los Angeles
to ask Millie for help.

She discovered that
she was alive, living here.

So I came to find her.

Why didn't you tell me?

It was stupid. I fucked up.

I'm sorry, it's just I-I...

I wanted to make sure
that it was real.

I-I'm-I'm sorry.
I-I-I screwed up.

I know I'm never going
to fill the void

that your grandmother left,
but...

if you let me live in it
with you,

it won't feel as big.

I love you.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry. Okay?

Well, I want to meet her.

- You want to meet her?
- Yeah.

- No.
- What?

No, I don't think... She's...

- What?
- Weird.

I mean, being weird is
sort of part

of being a great-aunt, innit?

Uh...

- Lunch today.
- Today?

- Yeah.
- I don't even think that's possible to...

- Not a question, love.
- Lunch sounds nice.

Hmm.

You think I don't know
the cost it takes

to lie to those you've loved
for years?

I was the one who lied to Ruth.

Knowing what I knew,
keeping it from her.

So don't you dare woe poetic
when it was me

who carried the weight
for you, Ima.

We all have a right
to our own pasts, Rebecca.

I do to mine,
as you do to yours.

I've found him.

It's him.

It's not.

It is.

- It's not.
- It is.

What did I tell you
the first day we met?

I promised you I would find him.

It took a while.

But I always deliver

on my promises.

Thank you, Ima.

Thank you, thank you.

Thank you, thank you,
thank you...

You should go.

Georges and the others
will be gone most of the day.

This might be
the only chance you ever have.

Thank you.

I am not that man.
You are not a Christian.

You are.

- I won't.
- You will.

You are not a woman of God.

I am not that man.

Hello.

Hello?

Danny?

Millie.

Millie, where the fuck
have you been?

I had to get out of L.A.
for a couple days.

Millie, listen...

Listen, um...

You write in your book...

that, uh, Agent Melanie, uh...

whatever the fuck...

she can do no wrong,
and that if she does it,

it isn't wrong.

Do you believe that?

The Feds called me, Millie,
they're looking for you.

What did you do?

You okay?

Yup.

- Where are you going?
- Just out of the city

for a bit to retrieve

some of Klaus Rhinehart's
investment papers.

- Nothing exciting.
- Okay, I'll go with you.

Look, I can't stay here all day.
I'll go crazy.

Come on, then.

There are two Nazi sympathizers

living in this town.

If the Crow was coming here
to see Hitler,

I bet these two are
the gatekeepers.

They own an antique store.

The two of you will pose
as newlyweds,

and I will be
your interior designer.

Why couldn't you
play my husband?

An audience would never believe

such a beautiful woman
being married to this...

gorgeous, gorgeous man.

I love antiquing.

You ever been to the Berkshires?

There's this tiny place
in Lenox...

Oh, my God,
like, the cutest lamps.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm golden. Peachy.

Teflon. Teflon.

Teflonny Flash.

Baby, come on.

You're fucking high?

Just a little pick-me-up
for the time change.

Again, Lonny?

Okay, fuck you.

Again?

You could've
fucked all of this up.

Put us all in danger.

When did you even start
with this shit?

Do you know what I am putting
on the line to be here?

What I am risking?
Why'd you even fucking come

to Argentina?!

Because of you, huh.

Because you were coming!

And I started with this shit

when you left, okay?!

Okay?!

Lonny!

Lonny!

And how can you be
sure it was him that you saw?

That it was this Mr...

Von Staub.

Because,

Mr. Attorney General,

my eyes can't forget

the face of a man
who murdered children.

- Ms. Apfelbaum...
- Ms. Apfelbaum. I know.

We've been to other offices

just like this one,
all high-ranking officials,

and they all say the same thing.

Well, I don't need to hear

another patronizing rejection

from a man so busy,

he has no time to investigate

crimes against the Jews.

She's a feisty one.

Yes, she always has been.

Look, Louie,
I'm sorry about her,

but thank you for your time.

I'll look into it.

What?

I'll investigate it.

What? Oh, no,
that's all right, really.

I'll put my team on it.

Don't. Uh...

She's an old woman.
She's got a lot of pain

and confusion, and, uh,

I don't believe
that there's much truth

in what she says.

I don't want to waste your time,

but she's a friend,

so I-I-I just wanted her
to feel heard.

I understand.

Thank you, Louis.

I was so sure

that your friends,
that your connections, that...

- Uh-huh.
- ...the senators,

the congressmen,
the attorney general...

Nothing, we got nothing.

No one believes us.

Never again, we said,
never again.

I am not going to stop.

You're not gonna let this go,
are you?

I can't. Can you?

What if we did it ourselves?

We get a team,

and we do it ourselves.

This is the girl
you're going to marry?

One who travels halfway

across the world
because she read a name

on a fucking telephone pad?

She's clearly unhinged.

What?

She's actually brilliant,

and if I call off our plans,

she's gonna grow suspicious.

She's gonna find out
what we're up to.

So, lunch, the three of us.

What? You think
I'm happy about this?

I asked Mindy
to pretend to be you,

but she's recuperating in bed,

watching Argentinian
soap operas.

You like this girl?

I love this girl.
She's gonna be my wife.

Then I'm not breaking bread
with her.

If you love this girl,
you will tell her that you lied

about your great-aunt

and that you're actually here

with another girl,
having a fling,

and that you're calling off
the wedding.

Boom. Done. Over.

She's going to be
my family, Chava.

She's gonna be yours.

She's coming over
for lunch, and then

she's gonna fly home
and not suspect a thing,

and then we'll find Hitler
and we'll kill him,

and then I hang it up.

I fly back to Paris,
marry Clara,

grow old, boring,
and happy together.

And that's what happens.

That's what happens for me.

No. That's what happens for Sam.

It's not what happens for you.

You knew about me
even after she died,

and you still never reached out.

This is the least
that you can do.

I'll make chicken.

I'll make a reservation.

That's not how she meets family.

I'm making chicken.

Chicken it is.

What are we gonna do, Biz?

I'll tell you
what we're gonna do.

We're gonna feed 'em
some bullets on Mars.

Cut.

Very nice.
Okay, we're moving on.

Great take.

All right. I think we got it.

I'm gonna be in my trailer.

I think we got that.
That was a great take.

"Bullets on Mars."

Fuck off.

Fuck.

No, no.

- The fuck?
- Get out.

Come on.

Get out.

The fuck? Who the fuck are you?

Who the fuck are you?

You're a mess.

You belong in an outhouse,

- you schmuck.
- I'm calling security.

- Get out of here.
- Aah! Fuck.

What the fuck, man?!

I'm security, all right?!

I don't give a fuck
who you call.

You drink yourself
into oblivion.

Set us back a hundred years
with all these fucking stories.

Look at this.
Give us a bad name.

You know what they say?
They say,

"Oh, there goes the Jew again."

You don't care about
anyone but yourself.

Who the fuck are you? And how
did you fucking get in here?

You know, your grandfather
was just like you.

My grandfather?

Son of a bitch diva.

Chevy Chase
of the Yiddish Theater.

But for all his ass-fuckery,

he was a great actor.

W-Wait-wait, you...

- you knew my grandfather?
- Not personally, no, but...

But you know about him?

Well, my-my-my father
rarely spoke about him.

Well, your grandfather was

imprisoned in the camps.

And every Shabbos,

late at night,

your grandfather would perform.

All the greats.

Sholem Aleichem,
Brecht, Shakespeare.

"Hath not a Jew eyes?

Hath not a Jew hands, organs,

dimensions, senses?

If you prick us,

do we not bleed?"

The guards discovered him,
of course.

They shot him twice. Dead.

But every Shabbos

he freed those men
in that cell block.

Transporting them
to worlds far away.

Bullets on Mars 2?

The fuck is...
What the fuck is this?

You once did Hamlet.

You played in Othello.

"Greatest young actor
of our time."

What happened?

I don't know.

I don't know, it just, uh...

it just happened.

You are Fyvel Flazenstein's
grandchild.

You're made
of the same stuff as he is.

Believe me, I see him in you.

And I see you, Leonard.

I do, I see you.

I'm here with an opportunity

for you,

greater than any role
you could ever play.

Can I sit?

You do what you want
with your life, Lonny,

but if you want to do this,
you need to be sober.

For our lives

and for hers.

I was in hell.

Well, we don't believe in hell,
which is awesome, but

I was in our version of hell.

Last time I was using,

every minute of every day,

high off my tuchus.

Snorting, sniffing,

tasting, smacking,
downing, sucking

everything and everyone,
so that I wouldn't

see my face,

so that I couldn't
remember my name,

so I didn't know I was alone.

So then, one day,

this old man comes to my trailer

and he starts telling me
a story about my grandfather.

About what a hero he was.

And how I'm made of him.

And how I could be
just like him.

So I took the dagger

and I joined a family.

And I really felt that I...

...was somebody, you know?

That I... existed.

And the funny thing is...

...it was all a lie.

He didn't know my grandfather.

And I realize now,

he didn't know me.

I watched them all.

Your films.

And you are a terrible actor.

Not the roles

in your films.

But this role, Lonny Flash.

Because your greatest

role is the one

you've been born to play.

Leonard Flazenstein.

You.

And I think she would agree.

That is the role she would love.

The one role Roxy
could love you as, too.

The real you.

God, you are really
good-looking.

I-I really...
I find it annoying.

We should go find the Stammers.

- Mm, Lonny.
- What?

Chava sent the three of us
for a reason.

You need me.

When we get there,

I'll need you
to stay in the car.

So, where are we going, Harriet?

I know it's not simply
to round up some files.

I'm going to find a man.

A man I've been looking for
for a very long time.

Do they know any
Kool & the Gang?

Meyer Offerman.

Mother Superior gusted my wind

in your direction.

She said the orphanage
needed a new roof,

new boiler, 20 new beds.

And I happen to be in the market

for making a sizable

donation.

Oh.

That is quite charitable

of you, Mr...

- Offerman. Yeah.
- Offerman. Thank you.

But if I may,

what interest
does a bloke like you

have in donating to the Church?

A bloke like me?

What, you mean a Jew?

Well, what business
does a woman like you have

donating herself
to the Church, hmm?

I'm sorry?

What? Your father was Jewish.

Oh, Jesus was a Jew, yes.

Not Jesus, Harriet.

Your father, Rebecca.

Your father.

Hiram Kreutzer.

You can still hear it,
can't you?

The screams of the steam engine

as-as your father
hands you off to a woman

through the train window.

Perhaps he told you you were
just going on a holiday.

How long until you understood

why your father did this?

Now listen closely,
you wrinkled old prat.

If you think I would
hesitate to cut your

proliferous head
off your motherfucking neck

in front of these
dear, dear, little angels,

you are sorely mistaken.

Thank you.

This is precisely why I'm here.

I read your file. Oxford. MI6.

My colleagues and I
are putting together a team

to bring fugitive Nazi scum

to their bloody end.

Never.

Sorry?

You asked

when I finally knew
what my father had done for me,

and the answer is never because
I should have died with him.

I would have sooner died
with him

if it meant even
one more day in his arms.

So, thank you, Mr. Offerman.
I'm sorry you came all this way.

If you wish to repay your fare,

to avenge your father's death,

you're not gonna find that

with pageants and charity.

You must join this cause.

It's the only way.

Your father only
put you on that train

so that one day

you could get off.

Don't be nervous.

I'm not nervous. I'm Jewish.

This is what we look like
all the time.

Hello?

- Hello?
- Shalom, shalom.

My darling nephew. Oh,

my goodness, you must be...

Clara.

It's so lovely to meet you.

Hmm, hmm.

Look at you.

I can hardly see
your shyna punim

behind all those flowers.

So thoughtful.

Come in, come in.

That's their hotel.

This is delicious. Thank you.

It's an old recipe.

I'm sure you've
never had it before.

It's a Jewish staple.

Sam's great-great-grandmother's
recipe.

One's history is everything.

So, Chava, uh,
why South America?

Hmm...

Well, I-I-I lived in London
for a time.

And I moved down here
about ten years ago for work.

There was a particular account

I was pursuing many years now.

How wonderful.

And did you land the account?

Mm. Not yet,

- but I love the chase.
- You know, Clara...

...is studying

neuropsychiatry at the Sorbonne.

She's actually up for

a big position
at a top research clinic.

Wow.

Neuropsychiatry.

- What do your parents do, dear?
- Oh,

they're art collectors in
London. They-they have a gallery

down on Savile Row.

Art collectors.

Hmm. It's a nice

pastime for rich people,

isn't it?

Collecting.

Taking something that doesn't...

doesn't quite belong to you

but claiming it as your own.

So...

when is the big day?

October 10th in Paris.

October?

I'll be losing you
so soon... Sam.

But you'll be gaining me.

So, it will be a Jewish wedding?

You know, I still have
your great-grandfather's tallit.

Not gonna be wearing a tallit.

Why not?

Because

you marry a shiksa,

you're going to erase
who you are?

What your

ancestors fought for?

Died for?

Your safta must be
rolling over in her grave.

If Sam wants a Jewish wedding,

I would love to honor that.

The past year and a half,

I've learned
how to bake challah,

I've sung Dayenu,
I-I've held two seders,

I've spun dreidels,
I've listened

to the shofar's blow
and the minyan chants

and Lenny Bruce's
"I Am Not A Nut, Elect Me."

I don't ever want

Sam to erase who he is.

I fell in love with him
for who he is,

and that includes
his Jewishness.

I don't know what

you thought I'd be,

but I love him, Chava,

with all my heart.

And...

he loves me with all of his.

He is the kindest,

gentlest,

most loyal person

I know.

I had a love once.

One that I would make
a silly speech like that for.

His name was Zev.

We met after the war.

We're both in the same line
of-of work.

We fell in love.

We were together for 20 years,
but then one of us

put the other before the work.

And the other...

Well...

she believes

that the work

is the most important
thing of all.

Zev sounds like a lucky man...

to have been able to love you

for as long as he did.

Perhaps we should have
some more wine.

I think we've, uh,
had enough wine, right?

No, I'll... I'll join you,

but could this shiksa

use the loo first?

Of course, dear.
It's just down that long hall.

She's too good for you.

Good morning, I'm here to see...

...my father.

It's been a long time.

Are you here for my confession?

No.

No, I'm here for mine.
Would that be all right?

I...

When I was a little girl,

my father...

he placed me on a train,

a train that was supposed
to take me to a safe haven,

and he promised me, my father,

that one day
he would return for me

and I would be back
in his arms again.

And I'm here.

I've traveled all this way,
traveled all this time,

because my father lied.

He promised me

he would see me again one day,

and I'm here

to ask you why.

I'm here to ask you why he lied.

Because only you know.

Only you can know.

Only you have the answer

because you are the answer.

Because you turned

that promise into a lie

when you shot my father dead
at Bergen-Belsen,

July 2, 1943. Isn't that right,

Herr Müntz?

I am sorry to you.

I'm sorry to you.

Hi.

How could I help you?

Hola.

My name is Antonio Costa.

These are my clients,
Kate and Hamish Hughes.

They have just purchased
a vacation home nearby...

...and are looking
to furnish it.

I'm afraid we are
closing early today.

We'll look around quickly.

May I use your washroom?
It was quite a long trip.

It's in back.

Careful with that.

Relax.

Don't.

What is this?

- We don't know.
- It's not Hitler

that they're harboring.

It's Josef fucking Mengele.

The Angel of Death.

Where is he? Hmm?

Where is Mengele?

- He's not here.
- Gitta.

Speak up. Where is he now?

Dead.

Bullshit.

Three months ago,

he went on vacation and...

he got a stroke
while he was swimming

and he drowned.

We didn't know who he was
for a long time. Honest.

It wasn't until a few years ago
that we discovered his identity.

When he died,
we went to the papers.

We tried to sell the story.

Yeah, and then we got a call
from an old lady.

She promised to get on a train
and bring us $2 million

to keep quiet.

The Crow.

And with all that money...

we'd never have to work again.

It's the horseradish
that makes it.

If anyone ever tells you
they don't like horseradish,

you run in the other direction.

What are the cages for?

I'm a part-time
illusionist, dear.

Didn't Sam tell you?

Aunt Chava's an artist.

A performance artist.

There are surveillance photos

and maps and names
of SS officers

and knives and guns.

Yes.

We hunt Nazis.

She's joking.

- She's-she's joking.
- I'm not joking.

That is precisely what we do.

We hunt Nazis

and we rid them from this Earth.

If Clara is to be family,

she has a right to know what
the family business is, Jonah.

His name is Jonah,
as in "and the whale."

Jonah Heidelbaum.

Not sure where
Sam Rabinow came from,

- but it has a certain ring.
- Clara.

Clara, don't...

Clara!

It's better this way.

Hey. I got something.

Ah, nothing but dreck.

Murrayleh...

They think I am incapable.

Old.

You know how I know I'm not old?

Because I was
supposed to grow old

with you.

Hello?

Momentito, momentito.

Hola.

Oh, gracias.

Come on, come on.

For fuck's sake.

Fuck off.

Jesus Christ.

Let me explain.

- Just give me a minute, I'll explain everything.
- No. No, why?

Why-why should I listen
to you, Jonah?

Everything you've
ever said is a lie.

You want to know the truth?

Yeah.

Three years ago, I woke up
in the middle of the night

to see a man murder
my grandmother.

She bled out in my arms. I found
out later that she died because

she spent the last year
hunting Nazi war criminals.

This five-foot-nothing,
little old lady was killed

by the very Nazi
she was hunting, so I...

took her place after she died.

I found the man who killed her
and then I found dozens more.

Why the late nights,

why the screams in my sleep,

the-the name change,
it's because of this.

It's because it never ends, and
I'm out here trying to end it,

once and for all,
so I can have a life with you,

- with the woman that I love.
- No.

- Down! Down!
- What the fuck?

- Jonah.
- Listen, when I say go to the bathroom, all right,

- you're gonna go. Go, go, go!
- What the fuck?

- Jonah!
- Hide and don't come out.

Jonah.

Come on out, Jonah.

Jonah.

Jonah.

Hey, Jonah.

Jonah.

Jonah!

Jonah.

Jonah!

Come and get me!

Move! Move! Get out of the way.

Move!

Look, I'm sorry about before.

I think the... I think
the problem might be that I'm...

You know, I'm still
in love with you.

Wait until you're sober.

Look, I can clean my shit up.
You know I can do that.

- We are just not a good fit.
- How can you say that?

Because I can't take care
of you anymore.

It is a full-time job,

and I have a child
already, Lonny.

And I don't have
any more to give.

Joe.

Joe. Joe.

Joe. Joe.

Policía. Policía.

No! Let me go!

- Let me go!
- Clara!

Clara!

Clara!

Clara!

Clara!

Sam!