The Man in the High Castle (2015) s03e01 Episode Script
Now More Than Ever, We Care About You
1 - Juliana.
Take this.
- What is it? A way out.
- (GUNSHOT) - (GASPS) - What is this? - It's newsreel film.
- The Man in the High Castle.
- It shows us winning the war.
- Yeah, but we didn't win the war.
- Once the Fuhrer dies, there will be war.
- (MAN SPEAKS GERMAN) - TAGOMI: This is our moment.
We must not hesitate to seize it.
They're building an atomic bomb.
JULIANA: You take me to the Man in the High Castle.
Ask him if he wants to see me.
- You're him, aren't you? - I'm Abendsen.
Hawthorne Abendsen.
Every film where the Japs won the war, sooner or later San Francisco is wiped out by an A-bomb, every one except this one, where this bastard dies as a Nazi - in an alley somewhere.
- His name is George Dixon.
What's he got to do with Trudy? He's her father.
JULIANA: I need a diplomatic visa to get out of the Pacific States.
TAGOMI: But if by trying, you compound tragedy My name is Juliana Crain.
I work with Joe Blake.
I need asylum.
SMITH: I have orders for you, from Berlin, from Reichsminister Heusmann.
JOE: And what makes either of you think - I want to see him? - He's your father.
Your father is one of the most powerful men in the Reich.
He could get you anything you want.
Anything he wants to give me, I don't want it.
HEUSMANN: Have you heard of Lebensborn? Racially desirable women volunteer to have the babies at the Lebensborn birthing houses, to be raised in line with the party ideals.
This was your birthing house, Josef.
Reichsfuhrer Himmler.
I'm your godfather.
I look forward to seeing a great deal more of you.
ADLER: Your son has a serious disease.
You know what must be done.
- Give me more time.
- Withholding his diagnosis is a crime against the state.
If you won't take care of this today, I'll have to do it tomorrow.
(MUFFLED YELLING) JOHN: What happened is just a terrible tragedy, Alice.
What if it's more than that? GARY: You flip the switch, and you get the hell out of there.
FRANK: How long have I got? Plenty, as long as you head straight for the exit.
(MEN YELLING) TAGOMI: I went to the park to meditate.
It brought me to a strange place.
It was San Francisco, but not this San Francisco.
You are different than what I remember.
You are free.
Why do you want this? TAGOMI: Proof that something like this should never happen again.
KIDO: Our empire does not possess such a device.
The film is real.
TAGOMI: With your help, it is my intention to show this film.
SMITH: What you're seeing, gentlemen, is a hydrogen bomb, with a magnitude a thousand times more powerful - than anything in our arsenal.
- HEUSMANN: I know the casualties will be higher, but that may be necessary.
You can't build a better world if there's nothing left of it! Acting Chancellor Heusmann, you are under arrest for high treason and the murder of our Fuhrer, Adolf Hitler.
- What the hell's going on? - Your father's a traitor, Joe.
Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Sieg heil! But I won't tell them about what you or Father said.
Be proud of me.
Tell Father to be proud.
(SOBBING): Thomas, please don't go.
(DISTORTED, ECHOING SCREAM) You knew what would happen.
You showed me the film, - and you knew.
- No, the only thing I knew was that you, Juliana Crain, were the only hope any of us had.
You were in the films, over and over again.
Some of the people you knew, we started seeing them, too, revolving around you, like an atom they would change, different behavior, different relationships, different points of view.
I knew that was the key.
The goodness in you, Juliana.
That's what I put my money on.
Hey, sis.
What if you haven't seen this film? (BIRDS CHIRPING) (CROW CAWING IN DISTANCE) (ENGINE IDLING) - (GUNFIRE STOPS) - (BIRDS SCREECHING IN DISTANCE) (FILM PROJECTOR WHIRRING, CLICKING) Edelweiss Edelweiss Every morning You greet Me Small and white Clean and bright You look happy To meet Me Blossom of snow May you bloom And grow Bloom and grow Forever Edelweiss Edelweiss Bless my homeland Forever.
(BIRDS CHIRPING) (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) (DOOR CREAKS OPEN) (METALLIC SQUEAK, HOSE SHUTS OFF) (PANTING) (GERMAN SONG PLAYING) (ELECTRICITY CRACKLING, PRISONER SCREAMING) A heart of steel.
Josef.
- (SONG CONTINUES PLAYING) - (HEART BEATING LOUDLY) (PRISONER SCREAMING) Only then can you face the truth.
(PRISONER SCREAMING) (GERMAN SONG CONTINUES) (PRISONER'S ECHOING SCREAM) (SCREAMS) (WIND WHISTLING) (SIREN WAILING) (MAN COUNTING DOWN IN JAPANESE OVER SPEAKERS) (COUNTDOWN CONTINUES OVER SPEAKERS) (COUNTDOWN ENDS) (DEEP RUMBLING) (OBJECTS VIBRATING) (RUMBLING CONTINUES) (SIREN CONTINUES WAILING) Kanpai.
OTHERS: Kanpai! (LOW CHATTER) (DOOR CLOSES) KIDO: How long before the Nazis know they have been deceived? They will analyze the data from this test, compare it to the bomb in the films a thousand times more powerful.
Then they will realize they should have attacked us when they had the chance.
Perhaps they still will.
By other means.
(UPBEAT COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING) (INDISTINCT CHATTER) (HORN HONKING) JULIANA: Hey, Clyde.
Anything? As a matter of fact Couple of days ago.
- Who's Aunt Judy? - You read my mail? It's a postcard.
- Listen, I need to send a reply.
- Okay.
Here, on the house.
Perfect.
Thank you.
There's no return address.
You don't know the address? No, they just moved there.
All right.
You looking to find somebody, find something in the Zone, you want to take a stroll down to the Grand Palace.
Head for the saloon entrance down them stairs.
Blow past them fancy double doors, breeze past the piano to the bar, like you know where you're going.
Don't be shy.
There's a semi-private room on the right.
And the guy there might be able to help you out, name's Wyatt Price.
Wyatt Price? I, um, I I need a mailing address for someone in Santa Fe.
Name's Judy Bridger.
Bridger with a "D.
" (CHUCKLES) Come back tomorrow.
(WIND CHIMES TINKLING) (WIND CHIMES TINKLING) (SIGHS) Happens to every traveler, sooner or later.
Antsy to get home, back to their own world.
It's been what? Five months? Six, more like.
I'd say it was way past antsy today.
Something's wrong.
Yeah.
(CAR HORNS HONKING, INDISTINCT SHOUTING) Welcome home, sir.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
(CAR ENGINE STARTS) (ELEVATOR BELL CHIMES) Hello, my girls.
- Daddy.
- You're back.
I missed you two.
- Where's your mother? - AMY: Out.
Oh? What about Bridget? JENNIFER: Mama sent her home.
All right.
Let's see what the three of us can rustle up for supper, shall we? (WIND CHIMES TINKLING IN DISTANCE) Tru.
Hey.
Gosh, you're burning up.
Ma? It's Juliana.
No.
Juliana's dead.
No, baby.
I'm right here.
Right here.
Sorry.
I forget.
Me, too.
(EXHALES) (CHUCKLES) Remember when you were six and you got the measles? I never had the measles, Jules.
My Trudy did.
I stayed with her all night long, stroking her hair.
I thought my arm would fall off.
The moon was shining in the window.
I laid down next to her.
Stayed with her till she fell asleep.
(GUNSHOT) (SIGHS) Poor dear was pacing all morning like a convict - in the yard.
- Yep.
I've urged her to go back to her world for months, now, and she's tried, but she seems stuck.
I don't know what's stopping her.
(SCOFFS) You are, dear.
You are.
You died in her world, and she died in ours.
Yet here you are together.
(SIGHS) And look what you've become to one another.
A pair of matched magnets, both drawn together.
- (CHUCKLES) Sisters.
- Mm-hmm.
- All right.
- (JULIANA LAUGHS) AMY: Do you like Berlin? - Did you see the Fuhrer? - (OPERA MUSIC PLAYING) He gave me my medal.
- That's so cool.
- SMITH: Mmm.
No bragging about it at school, young lady.
I promise.
You keep that promise and I might let you try it on.
- Really? - Mmm.
- What about me? - (ELEVATOR BELL CHIMES) Yeah, okay.
You, too.
(HEELS CLACKING ON FLOOR NEARBY) (OPERA MUSIC CONTINUES) How was your trip? SMITH: It's good to be back.
I took the train out to our old house today.
The lawn needs mowing.
Why would you do that? There's a little girl living there now, in Thomas's room.
She waved to me.
Helen How did you get back? Nice people who live there now, they gave me a ride.
(DOOR OPENS) Mmm.
Good.
Good.
Very good.
Progress.
(SINGING INDISTINCTLY) (GRUNTS, GROANS) Josef, how good it is to see your face again.
It brings me so much joy.
H how are they treating you? JOE: How are they tr treating you? Very well, very well.
They they they are, they are teaching me, Josef.
They are teaching me.
What are they teaching you? That that I was wrong.
To go against the the Fuhrer and and the Party.
D do you understand, Josef? The Party is right.
Do not resist.
Promise me, Josef.
Promise me, please.
Your life depends on it.
(SECURITY DOOR BUZZES IN DISTANCE) I pr I promise.
HEUSMANN: Good.
Good, good.
Tell them how it was, my son, how we shared a a bond of blood, our name.
A bond of love.
Our name! Our blood! Our name! Our blood! Our name! Our blood! JOE: "Martin Heusmann was my father.
His false beliefs came to infect me.
We were both guilty of wrong thinking against the Fuhrer, which gave rise to an unspeakable criminal scheme to assassinate our great leader, our one true father.
Wrong thinking against the Fuhrer, against the Party, - (GRUNTS) - against the true science of national socialism.
Martin Heusmann (GROANS) was my father.
" JOE (WHISPERING): Father? You know what you must do.
Do what you need to do my son.
Save yourself, my son.
A heart of steel.
A heart of steel.
(REPEATING SAME GERMAN PHRASE) (JOHN PHILIP SOUSA MARCH PLAYING) YOUNG ABENDSEN: The plucky Brits have the Hun on the run in Africa.
ABENDSEN: I did the headlines.
Cut up newspapers like ransom notes.
YOUNG ABENDSEN: As England holds off Hitler, American and British bombers deliver crushing raids on Germany.
- So the first film was a fake.
- Please.
A fiction, a message in a bottle to open people's minds.
- What if the Allies won the war? - Exactly.
What if? YOUNG ABENDSEN: No matter what the Luftwaffe sends at our brave airmen, they fend off attack after attack.
JULIANA: Where'd you get the footage? ABENDSEN: I was working in Canon City after the war, '48, crummy little movie theater.
Hawthorne was the projectionist.
ABENDSEN: I squirreled away all kinds of celluloid scraps old docs, newsreels so, I cobbled something together, and we showed it a few times.
- Oh, people went nuts.
- Mm.
- They were cheering and screaming.
- Mm-hmm.
Kissing strangers.
We didn't mean to kick over the hornets' nest, but we did.
YOUNG ABENDSEN: Jubilation follows as America celebrates victory in Europe.
CAROLINE: Word got around that Hawthorne was some sort of prophet of the Resistance, which he wasn't.
- No.
- Not at first.
That's because the real films started coming to our door.
YOUNG ABENDSEN: On the other side of the planet, our courageous Marines take island after island.
CAROLINE: Travelers like Trudy would bring them from their worlds, - and then, the Resistance would get them to us.
- Mm-hmm.
YOUNG ABENDSEN: It's clear this boat will not go down quietly.
America is forced to unleash its secret weapon.
Victory in Japan is celebrated as grateful crowds give cheer.
Evil is defeated, and freedom is restored once and for all.
(MUSIC ENDS) - (CAROLINE LAUGHS) - So Can you rewind? - Just just near the end.
- Yeah.
- The people celebrating in the streets.
- Mm-hmm.
(PROJECTOR CLICKS) (CLICKING) JULIANA: There.
That's me that that little girl.
When were you gonna tell me that? I didn't know that was you, I swear.
Are you sure that's you? Yes.
I was seven years old.
It was February of 1942, the day after the U.
S.
retook Hawaii.
The whole city was in the streets.
Oh, I remember that.
We were all so happy.
- We thought the tide had turned.
- It's coincidence.
- It's serendipity.
- It's more than that, Hawthorne.
It has to be.
This proves it.
Proves what? What is that look? Huh? It proves that my time is up, Juliana.
It's time for somebody else to take the reins.
How can somebody else take the reins? Why do you think I burned the films? Time is running out! Bad guys are closing in, and I'm tired, Juliana.
It's time for somebody else.
- No.
No.
No! - (ABENDSEN SIGHS) You can either embrace your destiny or dodge it.
Maybe I'm tired of your idea of my destiny! My idea? You turned up in my little movie.
- What are the odds? - The odds? You made that happen! - Wasn't me.
- Wasn't you.
You know, the first time we met, you told me I didn't want to know how the film of my life ends.
But Hawthorne, I want to know! How does it fucking end? That depends on you, chickie.
(SIGHS) He didn't burn all of 'em.
(WIND CHIMES TINKLING) (DISTANT WOODEN RATTLING) (INSECTS CHIRPING) (WOODEN RATTLING) (FURNITURE SCRAPES ON FLOOR) (LOON CALLING) (JULIANA SIGHS) (STAIRS CREAKING QUIETLY) (GUN CHAMBER CLICKS) (PANTING SOFTLY) (SOFT THUD) (GASPS) (MUFFLED YELL) (MUFFLED GRUNTING) CAROLINE: Oh! Oh! (ABENDSEN GRUNTS) (RATTLING) (ABENDSEN GRUNTS) (CAROLINE YELPS, ABENDSEN GROANS) (DOOR CREAKS OPEN) (CAROLINE AND ABENDSEN GASP) - (CAROLINE SCREAMS) - Are you okay? - ABENDSEN: Fine.
- (GUNSHOT) - (CLATTERING) - (MUFFLED GROANING) (CLANKING ON GROUND) (PANTING) (SIGHS) - (SIGHS) Thank God - I'm still here? (MUFFLED GROANING) - Here now.
Here.
Here.
- Oh.
Here, here.
We got it.
There, there.
- (CAROLINE SIGHS) - ABENDSEN: Yeah.
TRUDY: Who are they? CAROLINE: Bounty hunters? No.
The Reich, maybe.
We got to go.
Now.
ABENDSEN: All right, this is it.
Get out.
What? Why are we stopping? Hawthorne, we're coming with you.
CAROLINE: Get out.
Come on.
It's safer if we split up.
- JULIANA: What about you? - We'll be all right.
Now you all just get a room at Danny's - and lay low until things cool off.
- Yeah.
Here's some cash to tide you over.
I'll get in touch when it's safe, send someone for you.
By the way, your friend, the trade minister? He's who I sent the films to, the ones I didn't burn.
But he's Japanese.
We need friends on the other side now.
Allies.
He's important, influential.
You and he have a deep connection.
What are you talking about? Huh? What do you mean by that? You want to know how it ends for you? (ENGINE STARTS) Tagomi knows.
You're in every damn one of those films.
Get Tagomi to show them to you.
(MAN SPEAKING JAPANESE) - (GRUNTS SOFTLY) - (MAN SPEAKING JAPANESE OVER P.
A.
) (SPEAKING JAPANESE) - (GRUNTING) - (PEOPLE SPEAKING JAPANESE) (MAN YELLING) (MAN YELLING) (PEOPLE CRYING, WHIMPERING) (YELLING) (MEN SPEAKING JAPANESE) (SHOUTING IN JAPANESE) (DISTANT SHOUTING) - (PHONE RINGING IN DISTANCE) - (DISTANT WHIMPERING, SHOUTING) (MACHINE GUN FIRE) - (DISTANT SHOUTING) - (MACHINE GUN FIRE) (SHOUTING) (PHONE RINGING IN DISTANCE) KIDO: They told me not to waste my time looking at your application.
Because I'm "hapa.
" Hapa? Hawaiian slang for kon-kétsuji.
So, American born and half-white.
And Japanese? My Japanese is serviceable, sir.
(CHUCKLES) Again.
(REPEATS JAPANESE PHRASE) Where would your true loyalty lie, Sergeant Nakamura-hapa? With your Japanese father, or with your mother's people, who bombed this building and killed the brave man you hope to replace? I only ask for an opportunity to prove myself.
(MACHINE GUN FIRE) KIDO: This morning, the reprisals have prompted a civic-minded citizen to offer what may be a solid tip on one of the last rebel leaders still at large.
(MACHINE GUN FIRE) And Sergeant? Yes, sir.
I cannot interrogate a corpse.
(HORNS HONKING) (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) SMITH: Joe.
Oberstgruppenfuhrer.
SMITH: So, Reichsfuhrer Himmler is sending you to our embassy in San Francisco, and I'm to provide a plausible cover.
"Deputy Trade Attaché.
" We'll furnish a clean passport and the necessary credentials.
SMITH: Give us a couple of days to get it all in order.
- Thank you, sir.
- The Reichsfuhrer's got your future all mapped out for you, Joe.
But I'll bet he didn't think - about the present.
- Sir? Some walking-around money.
Manhattan these days, almost as expensive as Berlin.
Thank you, sir.
I'll pay you back.
I'm sorry about your father, Joe.
I'm sorry, too, sir.
About your son.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS) I want you to take care of this personally, Erich.
Discreetly.
Yes, sir.
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING) TURNER: They can't pull this shit on me last minute.
The Fritz Kuhn deal is my deal.
I don't need some German chick fresh off the rocket plane to tell me which way's up.
Nicole Dormer.
German chick.
Sorry.
Billy Turner.
Minister of Propaganda, and world-class idiot.
Welcome to New York, Fraulein.
- First time? - Hardly.
- Miss Dormer - Nicole.
Nicole.
I think there are some transatlantic crossed wires on this little renaming ceremony.
"Fascism is freedom"? "Freedom to prosper.
" "Freedom to explore.
" "Freedom from fear.
" "Freedom to propagate"? - That's the new campaign.
- New? Sounds rather familiar.
Brand-new.
"Procreate to Populate, with Pride"? That's the spring rollout to inspire our young brides to Fuck and be fertile? I wouldn't quite put it that way.
This image is perfect for a message from the Reich.
Warmer, more maternal.
Something like forgive my English perhaps "Now more than ever, we care about you.
" That's not bad.
But let's not get ahead of ourselves, schatzi.
Agreed.
Let's not.
I have thoughts of how to film it.
Yeah, well, what I was starting to say, we're we're doing that in-house.
Got our top people on it.
(LAUGHS) Silly me.
I forgot.
My uncle desires a fresh face for the new propaganda effort in America.
Reichsminister Goebbels is your uncle? In a manner of speaking.
I see.
Wunderbar.
So happy you see.
Because we don't have much time to prepare.
I'll need three cameras, a crew and a crane.
Danke, schatzi.
See you at the premiere.
(CROWD CHATTER, FIREWORKS, ROCK MUSIC IN DISTANCE) (SIGHS) Tru.
There's something I should have said months ago.
Then say it.
No time like the present.
In this world in my world your father dedicated his life to the Resistance.
(QUIETLY): And I had to kill him.
To stop something terrible from happening.
Hawthorne told me.
The "Dixon" you killed wasn't my dad.
The Nazis killed my dad in my world.
(SIGHS) Hey.
You have nothing to feel bad about.
- Come on.
- (LAUGHS) Thank you.
You know what? (BOTH LAUGH) What? I'd kill (EXHALES) for a little music and a tall, cold one.
Uh, uh, no.
- No, we c - (PEOPLE WHOOPING) (WHISPERS): we can't go out there.
(JAZZY, UPBEAT INTRO PLAYS) Forget your troubles, come on, get happy You better chase your blues away Shout hallelujah Come on, get happy Get ready for the judgment day Is there anything else I can get you señoritas? Uh, I'll have another shot of I.
W.
Harper over ice.
Tru? - I'm fine.
- Muy bien.
Thank you.
(MAN WHOOPS) We're going to the promised land We're gonna cross the river Wash your sins in the tide - It's all so peaceful - Hey.
On the other side Well, hello there, Santa Fe.
Well, hello.
You better chase your blues away That was fast.
What do I owe you? You can buy me a drink.
Done.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
And, uh, who's this? This is my sister.
Wyatt Price.
Nice to meet you, Wyatt.
Likewise, sister.
So how long do you think it'll take to get there? Wing and a Prayer Postal? Sure I could drive you both to Santa Fe faster.
- (LAUGHING): It's 400 miles.
- We could leave tonight.
I thought the roads were full of bandits and highwaymen.
Oh, they are.
It'd be an adventure.
(ALL CHUCKLE) Right.
I think I'll, um, - just drop this in the mail.
- (LAUGHS) Well, if you won't drive with me to Santa Fe by the light of the silvery moon, how about a dance, sister? No, uh, thank you.
- I think I'm turning in.
- (CLEARS THROAT) What about you, Santa Fe? Would you like to have a dance with me? - TRUDY: Go ahead.
- (APPLAUSE) - Go for it.
- SINGER: This song was written by a few of my friends out west.
This is the first time we've ever played it before.
I'll take a chance.
I have something to confess.
You don't know how to dance.
Indeed, I can't.
Right.
Nether can I.
Blind leading the blind.
Fools Rush in WYATT: And I have something else to confess.
What's that? I still don't know your name.
No, you don't.
I can't help (FIREWORKS EXPLODING IN DISTANCE) (INDISTINCT SHOUTING NEARBY) (GUNSHOTS) (INDISTINCT SHOUTING AND LAUGHTER) - (EXHALES) - (INDISTINCT CONVERSATION) (SIGHS) Like this every night? Except Sundays and holidays, yeah.
- Right.
- You spent much time in the Zone? - Mm-mm.
- Hmm.
Not much.
Mmm It's exciting.
It feels dangerous and free.
It's both.
There's barely any law and order.
Everyone here has got some kind of hustle just to get by.
The Zone is a mess.
But it's our mess.
(FIREWORKS EXPLODING IN DISTANCE) (CHUCKLES) God, I can't imagine what it would be like to grow up free in a place like this.
Well, I didn't grow up here.
Came over with my folks, to New York, then here.
- Refugee, two times.
- Hence the accent.
Oh, keen ear.
(LAUGHS) Well, thanks very much.
(WHOOPING IN DISTANCE) So what's your hustle, Wyatt? Hmm.
Black market mostly.
- That guy you were talking to.
- Business associate.
- You buying or selling? - Wee bit of both.
Mmm.
Guns? No offense.
But I don't know you well enough.
Fair enough.
And what's your hustle? What really brings you to town? Sorry, but I I don't know you well enough.
(CLEARS THROAT) (SIGHS) Will I see you tomorrow? Yeah, I'd like that.
(CLEARS THROAT) Well, you know where to find me.
Juliana.
(QUIETLY): Juliana.
(KEYS JANGLE, LOCK CLICKS) (DOOR OPENS) JULIANA: Trudy? (DOOR CLOSES) - Hey, Tru? - (WATER SPLASHING) (GURGLING) No, no, no.
Shh.
Okay.
- Okay.
- (GASPS) - Breathe.
- (GASPS) We will see each other again.
(BOTH PANTING) Okay, we have to go, okay? We can't stay here.
How? It's too dangerous.
Trust me.
Trust me.
(WIND CHIMES TINKLING) (KNOCKING AT DOOR) (KNOCKING AT DOOR) Were you ever going to call me? I'm so sorry, Joe.
Are you coming to the ceremony? Wasn't invited.
I'm filming it.
I'm making a documentary.
So that's what you're doing now? The next Leni Riefenstahl.
Why not? She turned 60 last summer.
Time she retired.
What are you doing here? I just told you.
No.
What are you doing here? I wanted to see you, of course.
And I want to film you.
All right, you want to film me.
Why? Because you're one of us.
I want to make a film about us Lebensborn.
We have a special destiny in the history of the Reich.
And its future.
Yes.
Yes, we do.
(QUIETLY): My God.
What did they do to you? It's okay.
I'm here now.
It's me.
(JOE EXHALES) (EXHALES) It's okay.
(EXHALES) It's okay.
You're okay.
(PANTING) (BEDSPRINGS CREAK) Will that be all, ma'am? Uh, if if you'll just lay out my choices for tomorrow.
Yes, ma'am.
I saw Joe Blake the other day.
He's back in New York? Mm.
Well, just passing through.
He's on his way to San Francisco.
Is he coming tomorrow? No, I don't think so, honey.
Listen (SIGHS) I wanted to talk about tomorrow.
Now, tomorrow, as a family, we are gonna be celebrating your brother.
We want the world to know how proud we are of Thomas, don't we? And the choice that he made.
No matter how we feel.
How do you feel, Daddy? Oh, honey.
(SIGHS) I wake up in the morning and, um I remember he's not here.
(SIGHS SOFTLY) And then I have to remind myself that, because of what he did, the message that he sent, he's not ours anymore.
He's not just our Thomas.
He kind of belongs to everyone now, you know? So it's okay to be happy and sad tomorrow? Yes, of course.
Of course.
You just try to be brave, try to do the best you can, like Thomas would.
All right? We'll get through this, Helen.
We have to.
(MILITARY DRUMMING) Higher.
Schnell.
(DRUMMING CONTINUES) (SHUTTERS CLICKING) (DRUMMING STOPS) John.
Today is a day of remembrance and a day for celebration.
It is indeed, Reichsmarschall.
- REPORTER: Mr.
Smith, this way! - REPORTER 2: Over here, sir, please! - Mr.
Smith! - Mr.
Smith, can you look this way, please? REPORTER 3: Mr.
Rockwell, look at the camera! - REPORTER 4: Mr.
Smith.
- REPORTER 5: John Smith! - One picture, please! - REPORTER 6: Mr.
Smith.
Edgar, so glad you could make it.
How could I have missed such an occasion, Helen? Your son is an inspiration to the youth of the entire Reich, - a hero to last a thousand years.
- Mm.
May I? (MUFFLED CHATTER) WOMAN (MUFFLED): Mrs.
Smith? Mrs.
Smith? Mrs.
Smith, please, any special words for our readers on this very special day? It would be appreciated.
It would mean so much.
I Mrs.
Smith.
Thelma.
Who is that? Nicole Dormer.
Daughter of Ernst Dormer.
As in Dormer Pharmaceuticals? I've tried Dormer's sedatives, but I had no idea he made such world-class stimulants.
Introduce me, Edgar.
Perhaps later.
You behave.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY) (URINATING) I'm told to expect a call from Berlin this evening.
Scheisse.
What's his mood? Apoplectic.
He's particularly upset about losing three of his precious Lebensborn.
I told you we should've sent more men.
Well, we had to go lean and mean, George, keep Smith from sniffing this out.
Pin the failure of the raid on a traitor in Smith's office.
You must have shit on all of 'em.
Which I'm saving for a rainy day.
Edgar, it's about to fucking pour.
Look, whether this shite sticks to the bottom of his boot or to yours, Smith has other vulnerabilities.
Mrs.
Smith, who, at 10:00 this morning, at this solemn occasion honoring her son and in the presence of the Reichsmarschall of North America, smells like a goddamn distillery.
- (WATER RUNNING) - BOY: The sun on the meadow Is summery warm The stag in the forest Runs free But gathered together To greet the storm Tomorrow Belongs to me The babe in his cradle is - (QUIETLY): Thelma.
- Hmm? You spectacular, mystical siren.
I just might have a juicy tidbit for your column coming soon.
My stock in trade; I love juicy.
Says a whisper Arise, arise I know you do.
Tomorrow belongs To me Tomorrow belongs To me.
Dear friends and neighbors, we are most privileged to have with us the Reichsmarschall of North America, George Lincoln Rockwell.
We gather here today to honor a true hero of the Reich.
When the hour of decision came for Thomas Smith, he rose to the occasion in a way that admirably reflected upon his father.
Without wavering, without self-pity - Zoom in.
- Thomas Smith, on his own, made the ultimate sacrifice for a community, a country, a cause.
Surely, Thomas Smith shall forever stand a peerless exemplar of Aryan youth.
And as we remember this day, let us absorb a great lesson: In the hour of decision, in the hour of crisis, when we look for leadership, and for courage, to whom do we look? Pan to the Smith family.
Are you nuts? I'll be shot.
If you don't, I'll have you shot.
ROCKWELL: covered in medals.
(AUDIENCE CHUCKLES) But sometimes, we are better served when we look to a boy.
A boy with a dream in his heart.
Sieg Heil! AUDIENCE: Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! (RAIN FALLING) (THUNDER RUMBLES) (FILM PROJECTOR WHIRRING) (PROJECTOR CONTINUES WHIRRING) (THUNDER RUMBLES) (KNOCKING AT DOOR) (WIND CHIMES TINKLING) (WIND CHIMES TINKLING) (THUNDER RUMBLING) You just missed him.
He took the back stairs.
(DOOR OPENS) Joe.
Raeder.
What are you doing here? I brought your new passport and credentials, as arranged.
(CLEARS THROAT) Yeah, right.
Sorry.
All right.
"Junior Trade Attaché Joseph - Cinadella.
" - "Chin-adella.
" Chinadella.
Right.
Thanks.
You have everything you need? Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
This time last year, this was was my, my world.
Can you believe it was all so so simple? Those pallets, th those planks, those bricks this shovel.
(RAEDER GRUNTS) (WOMAN SINGING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
Take this.
- What is it? A way out.
- (GUNSHOT) - (GASPS) - What is this? - It's newsreel film.
- The Man in the High Castle.
- It shows us winning the war.
- Yeah, but we didn't win the war.
- Once the Fuhrer dies, there will be war.
- (MAN SPEAKS GERMAN) - TAGOMI: This is our moment.
We must not hesitate to seize it.
They're building an atomic bomb.
JULIANA: You take me to the Man in the High Castle.
Ask him if he wants to see me.
- You're him, aren't you? - I'm Abendsen.
Hawthorne Abendsen.
Every film where the Japs won the war, sooner or later San Francisco is wiped out by an A-bomb, every one except this one, where this bastard dies as a Nazi - in an alley somewhere.
- His name is George Dixon.
What's he got to do with Trudy? He's her father.
JULIANA: I need a diplomatic visa to get out of the Pacific States.
TAGOMI: But if by trying, you compound tragedy My name is Juliana Crain.
I work with Joe Blake.
I need asylum.
SMITH: I have orders for you, from Berlin, from Reichsminister Heusmann.
JOE: And what makes either of you think - I want to see him? - He's your father.
Your father is one of the most powerful men in the Reich.
He could get you anything you want.
Anything he wants to give me, I don't want it.
HEUSMANN: Have you heard of Lebensborn? Racially desirable women volunteer to have the babies at the Lebensborn birthing houses, to be raised in line with the party ideals.
This was your birthing house, Josef.
Reichsfuhrer Himmler.
I'm your godfather.
I look forward to seeing a great deal more of you.
ADLER: Your son has a serious disease.
You know what must be done.
- Give me more time.
- Withholding his diagnosis is a crime against the state.
If you won't take care of this today, I'll have to do it tomorrow.
(MUFFLED YELLING) JOHN: What happened is just a terrible tragedy, Alice.
What if it's more than that? GARY: You flip the switch, and you get the hell out of there.
FRANK: How long have I got? Plenty, as long as you head straight for the exit.
(MEN YELLING) TAGOMI: I went to the park to meditate.
It brought me to a strange place.
It was San Francisco, but not this San Francisco.
You are different than what I remember.
You are free.
Why do you want this? TAGOMI: Proof that something like this should never happen again.
KIDO: Our empire does not possess such a device.
The film is real.
TAGOMI: With your help, it is my intention to show this film.
SMITH: What you're seeing, gentlemen, is a hydrogen bomb, with a magnitude a thousand times more powerful - than anything in our arsenal.
- HEUSMANN: I know the casualties will be higher, but that may be necessary.
You can't build a better world if there's nothing left of it! Acting Chancellor Heusmann, you are under arrest for high treason and the murder of our Fuhrer, Adolf Hitler.
- What the hell's going on? - Your father's a traitor, Joe.
Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Sieg heil! But I won't tell them about what you or Father said.
Be proud of me.
Tell Father to be proud.
(SOBBING): Thomas, please don't go.
(DISTORTED, ECHOING SCREAM) You knew what would happen.
You showed me the film, - and you knew.
- No, the only thing I knew was that you, Juliana Crain, were the only hope any of us had.
You were in the films, over and over again.
Some of the people you knew, we started seeing them, too, revolving around you, like an atom they would change, different behavior, different relationships, different points of view.
I knew that was the key.
The goodness in you, Juliana.
That's what I put my money on.
Hey, sis.
What if you haven't seen this film? (BIRDS CHIRPING) (CROW CAWING IN DISTANCE) (ENGINE IDLING) - (GUNFIRE STOPS) - (BIRDS SCREECHING IN DISTANCE) (FILM PROJECTOR WHIRRING, CLICKING) Edelweiss Edelweiss Every morning You greet Me Small and white Clean and bright You look happy To meet Me Blossom of snow May you bloom And grow Bloom and grow Forever Edelweiss Edelweiss Bless my homeland Forever.
(BIRDS CHIRPING) (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) (DOOR CREAKS OPEN) (METALLIC SQUEAK, HOSE SHUTS OFF) (PANTING) (GERMAN SONG PLAYING) (ELECTRICITY CRACKLING, PRISONER SCREAMING) A heart of steel.
Josef.
- (SONG CONTINUES PLAYING) - (HEART BEATING LOUDLY) (PRISONER SCREAMING) Only then can you face the truth.
(PRISONER SCREAMING) (GERMAN SONG CONTINUES) (PRISONER'S ECHOING SCREAM) (SCREAMS) (WIND WHISTLING) (SIREN WAILING) (MAN COUNTING DOWN IN JAPANESE OVER SPEAKERS) (COUNTDOWN CONTINUES OVER SPEAKERS) (COUNTDOWN ENDS) (DEEP RUMBLING) (OBJECTS VIBRATING) (RUMBLING CONTINUES) (SIREN CONTINUES WAILING) Kanpai.
OTHERS: Kanpai! (LOW CHATTER) (DOOR CLOSES) KIDO: How long before the Nazis know they have been deceived? They will analyze the data from this test, compare it to the bomb in the films a thousand times more powerful.
Then they will realize they should have attacked us when they had the chance.
Perhaps they still will.
By other means.
(UPBEAT COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING) (INDISTINCT CHATTER) (HORN HONKING) JULIANA: Hey, Clyde.
Anything? As a matter of fact Couple of days ago.
- Who's Aunt Judy? - You read my mail? It's a postcard.
- Listen, I need to send a reply.
- Okay.
Here, on the house.
Perfect.
Thank you.
There's no return address.
You don't know the address? No, they just moved there.
All right.
You looking to find somebody, find something in the Zone, you want to take a stroll down to the Grand Palace.
Head for the saloon entrance down them stairs.
Blow past them fancy double doors, breeze past the piano to the bar, like you know where you're going.
Don't be shy.
There's a semi-private room on the right.
And the guy there might be able to help you out, name's Wyatt Price.
Wyatt Price? I, um, I I need a mailing address for someone in Santa Fe.
Name's Judy Bridger.
Bridger with a "D.
" (CHUCKLES) Come back tomorrow.
(WIND CHIMES TINKLING) (WIND CHIMES TINKLING) (SIGHS) Happens to every traveler, sooner or later.
Antsy to get home, back to their own world.
It's been what? Five months? Six, more like.
I'd say it was way past antsy today.
Something's wrong.
Yeah.
(CAR HORNS HONKING, INDISTINCT SHOUTING) Welcome home, sir.
Congratulations.
Thank you.
(CAR ENGINE STARTS) (ELEVATOR BELL CHIMES) Hello, my girls.
- Daddy.
- You're back.
I missed you two.
- Where's your mother? - AMY: Out.
Oh? What about Bridget? JENNIFER: Mama sent her home.
All right.
Let's see what the three of us can rustle up for supper, shall we? (WIND CHIMES TINKLING IN DISTANCE) Tru.
Hey.
Gosh, you're burning up.
Ma? It's Juliana.
No.
Juliana's dead.
No, baby.
I'm right here.
Right here.
Sorry.
I forget.
Me, too.
(EXHALES) (CHUCKLES) Remember when you were six and you got the measles? I never had the measles, Jules.
My Trudy did.
I stayed with her all night long, stroking her hair.
I thought my arm would fall off.
The moon was shining in the window.
I laid down next to her.
Stayed with her till she fell asleep.
(GUNSHOT) (SIGHS) Poor dear was pacing all morning like a convict - in the yard.
- Yep.
I've urged her to go back to her world for months, now, and she's tried, but she seems stuck.
I don't know what's stopping her.
(SCOFFS) You are, dear.
You are.
You died in her world, and she died in ours.
Yet here you are together.
(SIGHS) And look what you've become to one another.
A pair of matched magnets, both drawn together.
- (CHUCKLES) Sisters.
- Mm-hmm.
- All right.
- (JULIANA LAUGHS) AMY: Do you like Berlin? - Did you see the Fuhrer? - (OPERA MUSIC PLAYING) He gave me my medal.
- That's so cool.
- SMITH: Mmm.
No bragging about it at school, young lady.
I promise.
You keep that promise and I might let you try it on.
- Really? - Mmm.
- What about me? - (ELEVATOR BELL CHIMES) Yeah, okay.
You, too.
(HEELS CLACKING ON FLOOR NEARBY) (OPERA MUSIC CONTINUES) How was your trip? SMITH: It's good to be back.
I took the train out to our old house today.
The lawn needs mowing.
Why would you do that? There's a little girl living there now, in Thomas's room.
She waved to me.
Helen How did you get back? Nice people who live there now, they gave me a ride.
(DOOR OPENS) Mmm.
Good.
Good.
Very good.
Progress.
(SINGING INDISTINCTLY) (GRUNTS, GROANS) Josef, how good it is to see your face again.
It brings me so much joy.
H how are they treating you? JOE: How are they tr treating you? Very well, very well.
They they they are, they are teaching me, Josef.
They are teaching me.
What are they teaching you? That that I was wrong.
To go against the the Fuhrer and and the Party.
D do you understand, Josef? The Party is right.
Do not resist.
Promise me, Josef.
Promise me, please.
Your life depends on it.
(SECURITY DOOR BUZZES IN DISTANCE) I pr I promise.
HEUSMANN: Good.
Good, good.
Tell them how it was, my son, how we shared a a bond of blood, our name.
A bond of love.
Our name! Our blood! Our name! Our blood! Our name! Our blood! JOE: "Martin Heusmann was my father.
His false beliefs came to infect me.
We were both guilty of wrong thinking against the Fuhrer, which gave rise to an unspeakable criminal scheme to assassinate our great leader, our one true father.
Wrong thinking against the Fuhrer, against the Party, - (GRUNTS) - against the true science of national socialism.
Martin Heusmann (GROANS) was my father.
" JOE (WHISPERING): Father? You know what you must do.
Do what you need to do my son.
Save yourself, my son.
A heart of steel.
A heart of steel.
(REPEATING SAME GERMAN PHRASE) (JOHN PHILIP SOUSA MARCH PLAYING) YOUNG ABENDSEN: The plucky Brits have the Hun on the run in Africa.
ABENDSEN: I did the headlines.
Cut up newspapers like ransom notes.
YOUNG ABENDSEN: As England holds off Hitler, American and British bombers deliver crushing raids on Germany.
- So the first film was a fake.
- Please.
A fiction, a message in a bottle to open people's minds.
- What if the Allies won the war? - Exactly.
What if? YOUNG ABENDSEN: No matter what the Luftwaffe sends at our brave airmen, they fend off attack after attack.
JULIANA: Where'd you get the footage? ABENDSEN: I was working in Canon City after the war, '48, crummy little movie theater.
Hawthorne was the projectionist.
ABENDSEN: I squirreled away all kinds of celluloid scraps old docs, newsreels so, I cobbled something together, and we showed it a few times.
- Oh, people went nuts.
- Mm.
- They were cheering and screaming.
- Mm-hmm.
Kissing strangers.
We didn't mean to kick over the hornets' nest, but we did.
YOUNG ABENDSEN: Jubilation follows as America celebrates victory in Europe.
CAROLINE: Word got around that Hawthorne was some sort of prophet of the Resistance, which he wasn't.
- No.
- Not at first.
That's because the real films started coming to our door.
YOUNG ABENDSEN: On the other side of the planet, our courageous Marines take island after island.
CAROLINE: Travelers like Trudy would bring them from their worlds, - and then, the Resistance would get them to us.
- Mm-hmm.
YOUNG ABENDSEN: It's clear this boat will not go down quietly.
America is forced to unleash its secret weapon.
Victory in Japan is celebrated as grateful crowds give cheer.
Evil is defeated, and freedom is restored once and for all.
(MUSIC ENDS) - (CAROLINE LAUGHS) - So Can you rewind? - Just just near the end.
- Yeah.
- The people celebrating in the streets.
- Mm-hmm.
(PROJECTOR CLICKS) (CLICKING) JULIANA: There.
That's me that that little girl.
When were you gonna tell me that? I didn't know that was you, I swear.
Are you sure that's you? Yes.
I was seven years old.
It was February of 1942, the day after the U.
S.
retook Hawaii.
The whole city was in the streets.
Oh, I remember that.
We were all so happy.
- We thought the tide had turned.
- It's coincidence.
- It's serendipity.
- It's more than that, Hawthorne.
It has to be.
This proves it.
Proves what? What is that look? Huh? It proves that my time is up, Juliana.
It's time for somebody else to take the reins.
How can somebody else take the reins? Why do you think I burned the films? Time is running out! Bad guys are closing in, and I'm tired, Juliana.
It's time for somebody else.
- No.
No.
No! - (ABENDSEN SIGHS) You can either embrace your destiny or dodge it.
Maybe I'm tired of your idea of my destiny! My idea? You turned up in my little movie.
- What are the odds? - The odds? You made that happen! - Wasn't me.
- Wasn't you.
You know, the first time we met, you told me I didn't want to know how the film of my life ends.
But Hawthorne, I want to know! How does it fucking end? That depends on you, chickie.
(SIGHS) He didn't burn all of 'em.
(WIND CHIMES TINKLING) (DISTANT WOODEN RATTLING) (INSECTS CHIRPING) (WOODEN RATTLING) (FURNITURE SCRAPES ON FLOOR) (LOON CALLING) (JULIANA SIGHS) (STAIRS CREAKING QUIETLY) (GUN CHAMBER CLICKS) (PANTING SOFTLY) (SOFT THUD) (GASPS) (MUFFLED YELL) (MUFFLED GRUNTING) CAROLINE: Oh! Oh! (ABENDSEN GRUNTS) (RATTLING) (ABENDSEN GRUNTS) (CAROLINE YELPS, ABENDSEN GROANS) (DOOR CREAKS OPEN) (CAROLINE AND ABENDSEN GASP) - (CAROLINE SCREAMS) - Are you okay? - ABENDSEN: Fine.
- (GUNSHOT) - (CLATTERING) - (MUFFLED GROANING) (CLANKING ON GROUND) (PANTING) (SIGHS) - (SIGHS) Thank God - I'm still here? (MUFFLED GROANING) - Here now.
Here.
Here.
- Oh.
Here, here.
We got it.
There, there.
- (CAROLINE SIGHS) - ABENDSEN: Yeah.
TRUDY: Who are they? CAROLINE: Bounty hunters? No.
The Reich, maybe.
We got to go.
Now.
ABENDSEN: All right, this is it.
Get out.
What? Why are we stopping? Hawthorne, we're coming with you.
CAROLINE: Get out.
Come on.
It's safer if we split up.
- JULIANA: What about you? - We'll be all right.
Now you all just get a room at Danny's - and lay low until things cool off.
- Yeah.
Here's some cash to tide you over.
I'll get in touch when it's safe, send someone for you.
By the way, your friend, the trade minister? He's who I sent the films to, the ones I didn't burn.
But he's Japanese.
We need friends on the other side now.
Allies.
He's important, influential.
You and he have a deep connection.
What are you talking about? Huh? What do you mean by that? You want to know how it ends for you? (ENGINE STARTS) Tagomi knows.
You're in every damn one of those films.
Get Tagomi to show them to you.
(MAN SPEAKING JAPANESE) - (GRUNTS SOFTLY) - (MAN SPEAKING JAPANESE OVER P.
A.
) (SPEAKING JAPANESE) - (GRUNTING) - (PEOPLE SPEAKING JAPANESE) (MAN YELLING) (MAN YELLING) (PEOPLE CRYING, WHIMPERING) (YELLING) (MEN SPEAKING JAPANESE) (SHOUTING IN JAPANESE) (DISTANT SHOUTING) - (PHONE RINGING IN DISTANCE) - (DISTANT WHIMPERING, SHOUTING) (MACHINE GUN FIRE) - (DISTANT SHOUTING) - (MACHINE GUN FIRE) (SHOUTING) (PHONE RINGING IN DISTANCE) KIDO: They told me not to waste my time looking at your application.
Because I'm "hapa.
" Hapa? Hawaiian slang for kon-kétsuji.
So, American born and half-white.
And Japanese? My Japanese is serviceable, sir.
(CHUCKLES) Again.
(REPEATS JAPANESE PHRASE) Where would your true loyalty lie, Sergeant Nakamura-hapa? With your Japanese father, or with your mother's people, who bombed this building and killed the brave man you hope to replace? I only ask for an opportunity to prove myself.
(MACHINE GUN FIRE) KIDO: This morning, the reprisals have prompted a civic-minded citizen to offer what may be a solid tip on one of the last rebel leaders still at large.
(MACHINE GUN FIRE) And Sergeant? Yes, sir.
I cannot interrogate a corpse.
(HORNS HONKING) (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING) SMITH: Joe.
Oberstgruppenfuhrer.
SMITH: So, Reichsfuhrer Himmler is sending you to our embassy in San Francisco, and I'm to provide a plausible cover.
"Deputy Trade Attaché.
" We'll furnish a clean passport and the necessary credentials.
SMITH: Give us a couple of days to get it all in order.
- Thank you, sir.
- The Reichsfuhrer's got your future all mapped out for you, Joe.
But I'll bet he didn't think - about the present.
- Sir? Some walking-around money.
Manhattan these days, almost as expensive as Berlin.
Thank you, sir.
I'll pay you back.
I'm sorry about your father, Joe.
I'm sorry, too, sir.
About your son.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS) I want you to take care of this personally, Erich.
Discreetly.
Yes, sir.
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING) TURNER: They can't pull this shit on me last minute.
The Fritz Kuhn deal is my deal.
I don't need some German chick fresh off the rocket plane to tell me which way's up.
Nicole Dormer.
German chick.
Sorry.
Billy Turner.
Minister of Propaganda, and world-class idiot.
Welcome to New York, Fraulein.
- First time? - Hardly.
- Miss Dormer - Nicole.
Nicole.
I think there are some transatlantic crossed wires on this little renaming ceremony.
"Fascism is freedom"? "Freedom to prosper.
" "Freedom to explore.
" "Freedom from fear.
" "Freedom to propagate"? - That's the new campaign.
- New? Sounds rather familiar.
Brand-new.
"Procreate to Populate, with Pride"? That's the spring rollout to inspire our young brides to Fuck and be fertile? I wouldn't quite put it that way.
This image is perfect for a message from the Reich.
Warmer, more maternal.
Something like forgive my English perhaps "Now more than ever, we care about you.
" That's not bad.
But let's not get ahead of ourselves, schatzi.
Agreed.
Let's not.
I have thoughts of how to film it.
Yeah, well, what I was starting to say, we're we're doing that in-house.
Got our top people on it.
(LAUGHS) Silly me.
I forgot.
My uncle desires a fresh face for the new propaganda effort in America.
Reichsminister Goebbels is your uncle? In a manner of speaking.
I see.
Wunderbar.
So happy you see.
Because we don't have much time to prepare.
I'll need three cameras, a crew and a crane.
Danke, schatzi.
See you at the premiere.
(CROWD CHATTER, FIREWORKS, ROCK MUSIC IN DISTANCE) (SIGHS) Tru.
There's something I should have said months ago.
Then say it.
No time like the present.
In this world in my world your father dedicated his life to the Resistance.
(QUIETLY): And I had to kill him.
To stop something terrible from happening.
Hawthorne told me.
The "Dixon" you killed wasn't my dad.
The Nazis killed my dad in my world.
(SIGHS) Hey.
You have nothing to feel bad about.
- Come on.
- (LAUGHS) Thank you.
You know what? (BOTH LAUGH) What? I'd kill (EXHALES) for a little music and a tall, cold one.
Uh, uh, no.
- No, we c - (PEOPLE WHOOPING) (WHISPERS): we can't go out there.
(JAZZY, UPBEAT INTRO PLAYS) Forget your troubles, come on, get happy You better chase your blues away Shout hallelujah Come on, get happy Get ready for the judgment day Is there anything else I can get you señoritas? Uh, I'll have another shot of I.
W.
Harper over ice.
Tru? - I'm fine.
- Muy bien.
Thank you.
(MAN WHOOPS) We're going to the promised land We're gonna cross the river Wash your sins in the tide - It's all so peaceful - Hey.
On the other side Well, hello there, Santa Fe.
Well, hello.
You better chase your blues away That was fast.
What do I owe you? You can buy me a drink.
Done.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
And, uh, who's this? This is my sister.
Wyatt Price.
Nice to meet you, Wyatt.
Likewise, sister.
So how long do you think it'll take to get there? Wing and a Prayer Postal? Sure I could drive you both to Santa Fe faster.
- (LAUGHING): It's 400 miles.
- We could leave tonight.
I thought the roads were full of bandits and highwaymen.
Oh, they are.
It'd be an adventure.
(ALL CHUCKLE) Right.
I think I'll, um, - just drop this in the mail.
- (LAUGHS) Well, if you won't drive with me to Santa Fe by the light of the silvery moon, how about a dance, sister? No, uh, thank you.
- I think I'm turning in.
- (CLEARS THROAT) What about you, Santa Fe? Would you like to have a dance with me? - TRUDY: Go ahead.
- (APPLAUSE) - Go for it.
- SINGER: This song was written by a few of my friends out west.
This is the first time we've ever played it before.
I'll take a chance.
I have something to confess.
You don't know how to dance.
Indeed, I can't.
Right.
Nether can I.
Blind leading the blind.
Fools Rush in WYATT: And I have something else to confess.
What's that? I still don't know your name.
No, you don't.
I can't help (FIREWORKS EXPLODING IN DISTANCE) (INDISTINCT SHOUTING NEARBY) (GUNSHOTS) (INDISTINCT SHOUTING AND LAUGHTER) - (EXHALES) - (INDISTINCT CONVERSATION) (SIGHS) Like this every night? Except Sundays and holidays, yeah.
- Right.
- You spent much time in the Zone? - Mm-mm.
- Hmm.
Not much.
Mmm It's exciting.
It feels dangerous and free.
It's both.
There's barely any law and order.
Everyone here has got some kind of hustle just to get by.
The Zone is a mess.
But it's our mess.
(FIREWORKS EXPLODING IN DISTANCE) (CHUCKLES) God, I can't imagine what it would be like to grow up free in a place like this.
Well, I didn't grow up here.
Came over with my folks, to New York, then here.
- Refugee, two times.
- Hence the accent.
Oh, keen ear.
(LAUGHS) Well, thanks very much.
(WHOOPING IN DISTANCE) So what's your hustle, Wyatt? Hmm.
Black market mostly.
- That guy you were talking to.
- Business associate.
- You buying or selling? - Wee bit of both.
Mmm.
Guns? No offense.
But I don't know you well enough.
Fair enough.
And what's your hustle? What really brings you to town? Sorry, but I I don't know you well enough.
(CLEARS THROAT) (SIGHS) Will I see you tomorrow? Yeah, I'd like that.
(CLEARS THROAT) Well, you know where to find me.
Juliana.
(QUIETLY): Juliana.
(KEYS JANGLE, LOCK CLICKS) (DOOR OPENS) JULIANA: Trudy? (DOOR CLOSES) - Hey, Tru? - (WATER SPLASHING) (GURGLING) No, no, no.
Shh.
Okay.
- Okay.
- (GASPS) - Breathe.
- (GASPS) We will see each other again.
(BOTH PANTING) Okay, we have to go, okay? We can't stay here.
How? It's too dangerous.
Trust me.
Trust me.
(WIND CHIMES TINKLING) (KNOCKING AT DOOR) (KNOCKING AT DOOR) Were you ever going to call me? I'm so sorry, Joe.
Are you coming to the ceremony? Wasn't invited.
I'm filming it.
I'm making a documentary.
So that's what you're doing now? The next Leni Riefenstahl.
Why not? She turned 60 last summer.
Time she retired.
What are you doing here? I just told you.
No.
What are you doing here? I wanted to see you, of course.
And I want to film you.
All right, you want to film me.
Why? Because you're one of us.
I want to make a film about us Lebensborn.
We have a special destiny in the history of the Reich.
And its future.
Yes.
Yes, we do.
(QUIETLY): My God.
What did they do to you? It's okay.
I'm here now.
It's me.
(JOE EXHALES) (EXHALES) It's okay.
(EXHALES) It's okay.
You're okay.
(PANTING) (BEDSPRINGS CREAK) Will that be all, ma'am? Uh, if if you'll just lay out my choices for tomorrow.
Yes, ma'am.
I saw Joe Blake the other day.
He's back in New York? Mm.
Well, just passing through.
He's on his way to San Francisco.
Is he coming tomorrow? No, I don't think so, honey.
Listen (SIGHS) I wanted to talk about tomorrow.
Now, tomorrow, as a family, we are gonna be celebrating your brother.
We want the world to know how proud we are of Thomas, don't we? And the choice that he made.
No matter how we feel.
How do you feel, Daddy? Oh, honey.
(SIGHS) I wake up in the morning and, um I remember he's not here.
(SIGHS SOFTLY) And then I have to remind myself that, because of what he did, the message that he sent, he's not ours anymore.
He's not just our Thomas.
He kind of belongs to everyone now, you know? So it's okay to be happy and sad tomorrow? Yes, of course.
Of course.
You just try to be brave, try to do the best you can, like Thomas would.
All right? We'll get through this, Helen.
We have to.
(MILITARY DRUMMING) Higher.
Schnell.
(DRUMMING CONTINUES) (SHUTTERS CLICKING) (DRUMMING STOPS) John.
Today is a day of remembrance and a day for celebration.
It is indeed, Reichsmarschall.
- REPORTER: Mr.
Smith, this way! - REPORTER 2: Over here, sir, please! - Mr.
Smith! - Mr.
Smith, can you look this way, please? REPORTER 3: Mr.
Rockwell, look at the camera! - REPORTER 4: Mr.
Smith.
- REPORTER 5: John Smith! - One picture, please! - REPORTER 6: Mr.
Smith.
Edgar, so glad you could make it.
How could I have missed such an occasion, Helen? Your son is an inspiration to the youth of the entire Reich, - a hero to last a thousand years.
- Mm.
May I? (MUFFLED CHATTER) WOMAN (MUFFLED): Mrs.
Smith? Mrs.
Smith? Mrs.
Smith, please, any special words for our readers on this very special day? It would be appreciated.
It would mean so much.
I Mrs.
Smith.
Thelma.
Who is that? Nicole Dormer.
Daughter of Ernst Dormer.
As in Dormer Pharmaceuticals? I've tried Dormer's sedatives, but I had no idea he made such world-class stimulants.
Introduce me, Edgar.
Perhaps later.
You behave.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY) (URINATING) I'm told to expect a call from Berlin this evening.
Scheisse.
What's his mood? Apoplectic.
He's particularly upset about losing three of his precious Lebensborn.
I told you we should've sent more men.
Well, we had to go lean and mean, George, keep Smith from sniffing this out.
Pin the failure of the raid on a traitor in Smith's office.
You must have shit on all of 'em.
Which I'm saving for a rainy day.
Edgar, it's about to fucking pour.
Look, whether this shite sticks to the bottom of his boot or to yours, Smith has other vulnerabilities.
Mrs.
Smith, who, at 10:00 this morning, at this solemn occasion honoring her son and in the presence of the Reichsmarschall of North America, smells like a goddamn distillery.
- (WATER RUNNING) - BOY: The sun on the meadow Is summery warm The stag in the forest Runs free But gathered together To greet the storm Tomorrow Belongs to me The babe in his cradle is - (QUIETLY): Thelma.
- Hmm? You spectacular, mystical siren.
I just might have a juicy tidbit for your column coming soon.
My stock in trade; I love juicy.
Says a whisper Arise, arise I know you do.
Tomorrow belongs To me Tomorrow belongs To me.
Dear friends and neighbors, we are most privileged to have with us the Reichsmarschall of North America, George Lincoln Rockwell.
We gather here today to honor a true hero of the Reich.
When the hour of decision came for Thomas Smith, he rose to the occasion in a way that admirably reflected upon his father.
Without wavering, without self-pity - Zoom in.
- Thomas Smith, on his own, made the ultimate sacrifice for a community, a country, a cause.
Surely, Thomas Smith shall forever stand a peerless exemplar of Aryan youth.
And as we remember this day, let us absorb a great lesson: In the hour of decision, in the hour of crisis, when we look for leadership, and for courage, to whom do we look? Pan to the Smith family.
Are you nuts? I'll be shot.
If you don't, I'll have you shot.
ROCKWELL: covered in medals.
(AUDIENCE CHUCKLES) But sometimes, we are better served when we look to a boy.
A boy with a dream in his heart.
Sieg Heil! AUDIENCE: Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! (RAIN FALLING) (THUNDER RUMBLES) (FILM PROJECTOR WHIRRING) (PROJECTOR CONTINUES WHIRRING) (THUNDER RUMBLES) (KNOCKING AT DOOR) (WIND CHIMES TINKLING) (WIND CHIMES TINKLING) (THUNDER RUMBLING) You just missed him.
He took the back stairs.
(DOOR OPENS) Joe.
Raeder.
What are you doing here? I brought your new passport and credentials, as arranged.
(CLEARS THROAT) Yeah, right.
Sorry.
All right.
"Junior Trade Attaché Joseph - Cinadella.
" - "Chin-adella.
" Chinadella.
Right.
Thanks.
You have everything you need? Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
This time last year, this was was my, my world.
Can you believe it was all so so simple? Those pallets, th those planks, those bricks this shovel.
(RAEDER GRUNTS) (WOMAN SINGING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)