[♪ Roy Orbison: "Blue Bayou"]
[bowling pins clatter]
♪ I feel so bad...
[Marshall] I mean, my wrist
was about to fall off.
I got the thumb working in the front,
I got the forefinger and the middle finger
working in the back like
I'm picking up a seven-ten split.
I mean, like we say at the office now,
I was gonna filibust all over her.
- [laughter] - [slurping]
Nines.
Oh, we're closing up any minute.
Nines.
We're closing.
Nines.
♪ I'm going back someday ♪
♪ Come what may to Blue Bayou ♪
Nines.
♪ Where you sleep all day and the catfish play ♪
Nines.
♪ On Blue Bayou ♪
[bowling pins clattering]
♪ Where those fishing boats ♪
♪ With their sails afloat ♪
♪ If I could only see...
"Are you my mother?"
You say something?
"'I'm not your mother.
I am a dog,' said the dog."
You're supposed to pass the bill.
Who the hell are you?
Oh, Washington Post National Review?
Yeah. Well, listen good, you Peter Parker pig fuck,
there are three things I hold sacred.
Jesus,
pussy, and Groovy Gutterball
Championship League Bowling Night,
- and if you think that I'm gonna... - Are You My Mother?
He loves that book.
Dick Jr.
Your wife was asleep, and I saw his night-light on.
"'Are you my mother?' the baby bird asked a cow.
'How could I be your mother?
I am a cow.'
'Are you my mother?'
'No. No, I'm not your mother.'"
I'm the man who'll cut your throat
unless your father changes his vote
and does what we paid him to do.
Dick, this guy bothering you?
- Am I bothering you, Dick? - [man] Listen, ass-munch,
I don't know who the fuck you think you are.
We got a problem?
[grunting]
What the fuck?
[grunting]
[muffled groaning]
[crunching]
I know you'll keep tonight between us.
Make sure your boys keep their mouths shut.
Otherwise, I can keep their mouths shut for them.
Please, no, we'll... we-we'll keep quiet.
Dick Jr. asked if I was the monster under his bed.
He said he was sure there was a monster living there,
but every time you would go in to check under the bed,
in the closet...
...you could never see it.
Tell me, Congressman...
...do you see me now?
[sighs]
♪ ♪
[horns honking]
- [indistinct chatter] - [panting]
Hey, I'll, uh... [sniffles]
I'll have a chicken noodle and an Old Chicago.
[panting]
[sniffles]
[continues panting, sniffling]
♪ ♪
[Ruth] ...because they... they fell on their heads.
Right into you, and that's the point of the game.
I don't understand the point of the game.
All these men... [continues indistinctly]
And they're not playing the right game.
[clatters]
[sniffling]
[breathing heavily]
[crying]
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
[seabirds squawking]
[doors slide open]
[indistinct chatter]
- Afternoon, gentlemen. - Mm-hmm.
I'm looking for Detective Sommers.
Right over there.
[Sommers] If I need anything further,
I know where to find you.
You're Sommers?
[scoffs] Agent Morris?
[scoffs] Shit.
[chuckles] Shaft and Foxy Brown.
We keep solving cases together, they'll give us a sitcom.
[laughing]
All right, let me see her.
So Gretel Fischer slips in the tub,
and you guys call the FBI to, what? Hunt Mr. Clean?
[chuckles]
What, is this your first DOA?
It was making noises all night.
Go get some fresh air.
It looked like she slipped,
but the M.E. said it wasn't the head wound that killed her.
Mm.
[grunts]
All right.
[breathes heavily]
[clears throat]
♪ ♪
[Sommers] It's like she was trapped inside,
but there was no lock.
[glass squeaks]
What are you doing?
Oh...
Let's see.
[exhales sharply]
♪ ♪
She was gassed.
He said that a company by the name of
Abraham & Sons Plumbing came by yesterday.
Thing is, my boys checked.
There is no Abraham & Sons Plumbing nowhere.
It doesn't exist.
Why the gas?
[Sommers] What do you mean?
I mean, if whoever did this wanted her dead,
why go through all the trouble?
All the risk?
Creating a fake plumbing company,
injecting gas into the pipes?
It all seems so purposeful.
So personal.
Call her kids. Family.
See if she had any enemies,
anyone they could think might want to hurt her.
I'll go to NASA in the morning. See what they can tell me.
[man] We never met a sweeter woman
or a more brilliant scientist.
An unparalleled genius, Gretel was.
Our hearts weep.
[Morris] Did you notice anything strange before her death?
Was she, I don't know, was she acting strange
or suspicious or worried?
Anyone at work bothering her?
No.
No, she kept to herself, mostly.
- Spent weekends at the lab. - She was a workaholic.
And what exactly did Dr. Fischer do for you?
Gretel was a chemist.
Her research developed the rocket fuel
that carried our boys to the moon.
[Morris] And she started at NASA in '48?
Yes. '48 or '49.
I remember when she came in.
She survived the war in Germany.
And here she was, living the American dream.
And what was she working on now?
Dr. Fischer was...
working on a chemical solution that would heighten
our astronauts' tolerance of g-force
from 16 to 30, highly theoretical work.
That was completed back in 1954 when John Stapp harnessed
nearly 46 Gs in the U.S. Air Force tests, no?
Sir, I'm not interviewing you for Reader's Digest.
This is an FBI investigation
into the death of one of your employees.
So you lie to me again and I'll rip every hair
of that schnoz forest out of your nose
until you tell me what I want to know.
Agent Morris, if you would like to discuss
Dr. Fischer's classified research,
we will gladly do so on receipt of a warrant.
Short of that, we have nothing more to add.
We don't respond to threats.
Least of all from some broad like you.
See her out.
All right. "Some broad like me."
Fuck you.
I've devoted my entire life to science,
the search for truth.
And truth matters now more than ever.
What... what are... what truth?
You aren't the first to ask questions about Gretel Fischer.
Find the first...
and you'll find what you're looking for.
No. Wait, what are you talking about?
The Russians used to send each of their cosmonauts
into space with a sawed-off shotgun.
It wasn't for protection against aliens.
Nothing ridiculous like that.
It was because on their return to Earth,
if they landed off course,
they'd have to hike hundreds of miles
through the Siberian tundra and they needed protection
against the bears and the wolves.
When you land,
Agent Morris, and you will...
...you won't be in the tundra,
but if I were you...
I, too, would carry protection.
For where you're going...
...there'll be bears...
...and there'll be wolves.
♪ ♪
- [♪ James Harrell: "Fine Time"] - ♪ Well, it's a fine time ♪
♪ To feel the rock ♪
♪ The beats are kickin' and the rhythm's got it ♪
♪ Party got started about an hour ago ♪
♪ You know where it's gonna be, you find the door ♪
♪ Upstairs and in the basement, too ♪
♪ While the ladies in the house getting in the groove ♪
♪ And outside, if you need some air ♪
♪ And everybody's getting down like they just don't care...
♪ ♪
[muttering] Red Balloon, Red Balloon...
[♪ Richard Wagner: "Tristan und Isolde"]
♪ ♪
[door bells jingle]
♪ ♪
[door bells jingle]
[grunts]
[girl] Maybe they have it.
- [door bells jingle] - Ask him.
[girl 2] Mister, do you have the Superstar Barbie in stock?
[sighs] We should be getting more in next week.
I'll save one just for you, darling.
[door bells jingling]
Can I help you, son?
[breathing heavily]
Son?
♪ ♪
Son?
You. You.
- No, please. - You.
Just take the money. Take what you want.
You fucking killed her, I know you did.
- No, no, I've not done nothing. - I know you did it!
What? What are you talking about?
- I didn't kill anyone. - Don't fucking lie to me.
No, please.
I didn't kill no one.
No, I saw you. I saw you.
- Just take the money. - I saw you.
- Just take the... - I saw your car.
Me? I don't have a car!
Please, please, just take the money.
- Fuck. - Please. Please.
Please.
[sobbing] Please.
Just take the money.
[sobbing]
Richter. [pants]
- [buzzing] - [grunts]
[object clatters on floor]
♪ ♪
[muffled grunting]
You Jews are always the best to play our games with.
[Jonah groaning]
You know why?
[panting]
Because you know what it is to play for your life.
[groans]
I wish I could have played with your grandmother for hours more.
It was a shame.
[muffled groaning]
But...
...now you are going to tell me
what she would not.
[groaning]
Ow! Fucker!
You motherfucking piece of shit.
Oh! Ow!
Why was she looking for me?
L-Look... looking, looking for-for-for you?
I... I don't, I don't know what you're talking...
No! [yells]
- [panting] - Who was she working for?
- Mossad? - What?
Wiesenthal? The Soviets?
I don't know what you're talking about.
No! [grunting]
She wasn't working for anybody.
- She wasn't... - How did she find me?
She wasn't working for anybody, I'm telling you.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Please let me go.
You fucking monster, I'll kill you.
Ow! Ah, ah, ow!
[screaming]
No, you won't.
You Jews, you think you know how to kill because
for eons you've been massacred.
But you don't see the cows
running the slaughterhouses, do you?
[panting]
Come.
Moo for me, boy.
[panting]
Moo.
[lowing mockingly]
Now...
...are you going to tell me what I need to know?
Or should I aim for your eyes?
- [knocking on door] - [Jonah whimpers]
We're closed!
Help, help, help. Help!
Help! Help! Help!
- Please, help! - We're closed!
Help!
Help! Please! [muffled sobbing]
- [knocking continues] - [muffled grunting]
[muffled] Help! Help!
[panting]
- [persistent knocking] - [Jonah crying]
[muffled groaning]
[panting]
[Richter] I'm coming!
- I'm coming. - [knocking continues]
We had to close early today.
[woman] I just need to get
- a gift for my daughter. - [grunting]
[Richter] Get your little one something special tomorrow.
[lock clacks]
♪ ♪
- [grunts] - [screams]
- [Richter groaning] - [whimpering]
[doorknob rattling]
Help! Help! Help!
- Somebody open... - [Richter yelling]
Help! Help!
[both grunting]
[Jonah panting]
[gasping]
[Jonah panting]
[straining]
[cries out]
You mistook us for pawns.
When all this time, we've been kings.
This is for Markus.
And for Chava.
For Ruth.
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?
Well, Scooby-Dooby...
this is one monster that need not be unmasked.
[panting]
Ah, fuck. Jesus, fuck.
Here. Jonah, Jonah, it's all right.
It's all right. Jonah.
- Ah... Ow. - Calm, calm. It's all right.
I see it. I see it. Here it is.
- Who are you? - It's in this place.
Who the fuck are you? CIA?
- Just press. Press. - Huh? Mossad?
Oh, kindelah, no.
I work only for myself.
Though I suppose I represent six million clients.
Why was he saying she was after him?
Because she was.
[Jonah panting]
We both were.
You know that photograph you stole from me?
Your grandmother took it the day before she died.
She would never let us pursue anyone without her verification.
Pursue?
[panting]
Pursue who?
Nazis, Jonah.
Goddamn gold-ribbon,
grade "A" Nazis.
Nazis?
Yes.
The war's over.
Only the dead know the end of war.
I tried to keep you away from it.
Your grandmother wished to protect you from it.
From what?
The Hunt, Jonah.
The Hunt. Come.
Let's go.
What the fuck is The Hunt?
♪ ♪
[music box playing]
♪ ♪
[sighs]
♪ ♪
[news anchor] In other news out of the nation's capital,
Congressman Dick Marshall has changed his stance
and will now vote to repeal sanctions
on South American nations,
allowing the bill to pass in the House as it heads
to the Senate floor.
Keep it right here on this news station
for all the late-breaking details.
I'm Logan Crawford, reporting.
When you don't separate the whites from the colors...
...the colors always bleed.
[phone ringing]
[phone continues ringing]
[Biff] You did good.
The Colonel wishes to meet you.
Me?
[Meyer] A year ago, your safta came to me in a panic.
We hadn't seen one another in 30 years.
So, one morning, at the market,
she told me she noticed a man
picking cantaloupes.
She recognized him as a Nazi doctor from Auschwitz.
A man who would rip out
every tooth from a child's mouth
just for sport.
And there he stood,
a free man in America.
He had been a pediatrician
on Long Island for d-decades.
Ruth discovered his sister,
a Nazi chemist.
She also escaped here.
Now, we believed that these two vile creatures
were in our midst,
so we thought there could be others here.
[Jonah] Did you tell the authorities?
Well, we tried, but...
We went through all the proper channels, so...
Law enforcement, the courts, INS.
But whether out of incompetence,
ignorance, or animus, we were laughed at.
They didn't believe us.
So I took the matter to the senators I knew,
the congressmen who I got elected,
but they ignored me.
No one cares to stake their reputation
on investigating some Jew killers.
So, with nowhere else to turn...
...we made a vow.
We would find these criminals ourselves...
...and bring God's justice to their doorstep.
- You mean murder them. - Murder?
No. No, Jonah.
This is not murder.
Before Jews even existed...
...hatred and slaughter waited for us.
For thousands of years,
from Masada to Munich, we have been massacred.
Pharaohs and popes and princes
and popular votes calling for our blood.
Now?
We survive the war,
we survive the greatest mass eradication
in modern history,
and we arrive home to find
that the people who did this to us,
they're our neighbors.
So tell me, what should we do?
Shake hands?
Turn a blind eye?
Forget?
No, no.
The greatest single gift of the Jewish people
is our capacity...
our capacity to remember.
And it's because of our memory
that we know this is survival.
This is not murder.
This is mitzvah.
The man from the market...
...became our first.
Heinz...
is number seven.
We number our kills.
Eye for eye.
Jonah,
this is not because we want for this.
Because we have no choice.
We must instill fear...
send a message.
Let them know...
...not again.
No more.
No more, Jonah.
Nip it in the bud.
Who is that? The Wolf?
The Nazi doctor from Auschwitz.
The monster of my story.
Still haunts me to this day.
The Talmud is wrong.
Living well is not the best revenge.
You know what the best revenge is?
Revenge.
I want in. I want in.
Your grandmother protected you from all this.
She risked her life so you could live out yours.
She's dead because of me.
I will regret that for the rest of my life.
I have to do this.
I can't allow it.
No, it's my right.
It's my choice.
I found him.
I did.
You found
what I could not.
You found what I could not.
Your grandmother said,
"A brilliant mind, from God, a gift."
But you followed in her footsteps today.
You held her dagger.
You did her work.
Your grandmother wished to protect you from The Hunt...
...but it appears...
...we cannot protect The Hunt from you.
Ah, f... I miss her.
[sighs]
- I miss her so much. - It's okay.
I miss her, too.
[indistinct chatter in distance]
What is that? What is that?
Oh...
You didn't think Ruth and I could do this alone,
did you?
You all remember Jonah.
Well,
now, fill our glasses.
[Jonah] So we bring protection.
[Cheeks] The hell is that, some Jew sword?
[Meyer] We have a fresh kill to toast.
Then you should have hired a fucking babysitter.
I'm not working late again
for this shit.
That's fucking Lonny Flash.
[Jonah] Shut your gefilte-fish-stinking
fat fucking mouth.
[Meyer] With Ruth gone,
someone had to look after you.
To Ruth.
[all] To Ruth.
[Meyer] We have trials ahead,
a growing list of vermin.
So...
...let us get to cooking these Nazi cunts.
[exhales]
♪ ♪
[Travis] Herr Colonel?
Frau Colonel.
You expected a man, didn't you?
Well, jeepers creepers,
I'm a dame.
We've had many good soldiers through the years...
...but we've been following you since Skokie, child.
And you are on track for true Bedeutung.
The congressman passed the bill.
The solution will be on its way from South America shortly.
Wonderful, Colonel.
[Colonel] I believe you're ready for much more, son.
I have another task for you.
Two of our people have been murdered...
...under mysterious circumstances
in just the past month alone.
Whoever is behind this needs to be found and dealt with.
I need you to unravel that little mystery.
Of course, ma'am.
[Colonel] We are on the eve of the Final War.
[chuckles]
And all of America,
all of the world,
shall be brought to their knees.
It begins now.
What begins now?
The Fourth Reich.
[laughs]
♪ ♪
Heil Hitler.
Sieg heil.
♪ ♪