(dog barking)
-(gunshot) -(grunts)
Stop.
19 seconds.
Hans.
Perfekt.
He alone, who owns the youth, gains the future.
(film projector whirring, clicking)
♪ 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 ♪
♪ Bless my homeland ♪
♪ Forever. ♪
♪ ♪
Any problem?
I am fine.
RYAN: Please, sir.
SMITH: Thank you.
To what do I owe the pleasure, Oberstgruppenfuhrer,
of this... (chuckles) ...of this unexpected visit?
I wanted to let you know, in person,
that my wife will be resuming her analysis.
Oh, well, I'm, uh, I'm very glad to hear that, sir.
I think she shows great potential for progress.
No, thank you. Good.
That's good.
Listen, uh...
I'm sure I don't need to tell you
that my wife has been going through
-a lot of strain recently. -Oh, no,
-of course. Of course. -And, uh,
she's been given to flights of...
imagination that, frankly,
I think are not to be encouraged.
So I would like you to restrict your sessions
to the subject of...
our son, Thomas.
Specifically, her grief over his passing.
That might be problematic, sir.
I, um... (chuckles)
I mean, the patient really must be allowed
-to freely ex... -It's not complicated, Doctor.
If she strays off topic, then I'm relying on you
to steer her back to the subject of our son.
Is that gonna be a problem for you?
No. No, of course not, Oberstgruppenfuhrer.
Naturally, anything she says
on the subject of Thomas, that's to be between you,
private and privileged between doctor and patient.
-Goes without saying. -Yes.
Yes, of course.
Doctor and patient.
Sir?
I'm sure you are aware there are
those who would be very interested
to know that you're treating my wife.
Those who...
might be prepared to pay handsomely
-for any information she might unwittingly divulge. -Oh. No.
-Now, I'm just... -No. I-I assure you...
...trying to make it clear for you.
If ever I have reason to suspect you...
betrayed the trust I'm placing in you now,
then you and your family will come to regret it.
Do you understand?
Uh, yes, sir.
-Yes, sir. Yes, I do. -Good.
Well, then we're agreed.
Thank you so much for, uh,
fitting me in at short notice.
Your, uh, loyalty and discretion
are greatly appreciated.
Feel free to call anytime.
(phone ringing)
You get me everything I need?
Oh, yes.
I've got an entire basket of goodies for you, George.
For starters, a letter
congratulating a Hitler Youth on being selected
to spread the Nazi gospel throughout South America.
-And the youth was? -Thomas Smith.
Except he wasn't medically sound.
Well, his father always covered for him, now, didn't he?
All right, these are cables from Raeder
to the embassy in Buenos Aires
authorizing a series of payments
for anti-Nazi guerrillas.
Smith was planning to...
kidnap his own son?
That is the hypothesis.
When will we have proof?
Patience, George. I am this close
to being able to prove Helen Smith a murderer.
We'll put all the dirty little evidence
right under the Reichsfuhrer's nose
and let him smell the rancid putrefaction.
(phone ringing)
Hello?
Last night someone followed me home.
What?
TAGOMI (over phone): He lurked in the shadows,
tracking me like an animal.
Why would anyone do that?
I may be on a Nazi death list.
I believe the man was Joe Blake.
You believe?
Did you see him?
No, I... I turned around and he was gone.
A patrol came by.
Why would Joe want to kill you?
Look, in the film...
In the film he kills you both.
Yes, because he knew that whatever was
at the end of that tunnel was something worse than death.
I have to know what that something is.
That's Joe in the film,
not in this world.
Either way, I know he's connected to Lackawanna.
Why else would Abendsen give you that film?
Look, I know he's still hiding things from me, to be sure,
but he's got answers I won't be able to find on my own.
Don't be foolish.
He will tell you nothing.
Maybe.
But I've got to see this through to the end, Tagomi-san.
And if it's a bitter end...
so be it.
Juliana...
(dial tone)
Then why is Tagomi still alive?
I was interrupted at the last moment, sir.
It's unfortunate.
But I trust you won't disappoint me.
Yes, sir.
And the asset?
Winning her trust has been tricky, sir,
but she's definitely hiding something.
And what might that be?
She knows about Lackawanna, somehow.
And I think she spent time with High Castle this past year.
And can lead us to him.
If you can get to Abendsen,
it would be a brilliant coup for Die Nebenwelt.
But you will deal with Tagomi.
I arrive in New York this afternoon.
After you complete your mission,
you will report to me directly
with Wexler's plans.
Yes, Mein Fuhrer.
Sieg Heil.
RYAN: Why don't we start with something easy?
You know, a memory. Could be anything.
Anything?
Well, anything to do with Thomas.
Why don't you sit back, shut your eyes if that helps,
and, uh, go back to a moment.
Needn't be anything big.
Could be something nice and simple.
(sighs)
Uh, they-they heard me...
scream and...
wail...
when Thomas was walking to that van.
I wept, I pleaded, and all of my neighbors--
housewives and my friends--
they heard me beg him to stop.
Stop and go back in the house.
Don't do this.
I'm so... so ashamed.
But any mother would've wept and pleaded.
Don't you think?
My son was a hero, I was a weakling.
No. No, no.
It takes strength to grieve openly.
Does it?
It's the weak who conceal their feelings
behind a tough facade.
Now, just by me saying this,
you won't magically let go of your shame.
But, if it makes it any easier,
there is nothing more important to the Aryan state
than a powerful mother who brings the full force
of her emotions and convictions to daily life in the Reich.
BRIDGET: Madam?
HELEN: Hmm?
Edgar.
Uh, are-are you here for a meeting with John?
No, dear, I'm here to speak to you.
You see, new evidence has surfaced
in the Alice Adler murder investigation,
forcing me to reopen the case.
I don't understand. Uh, the man you arrested--
didn't he confess?
Yes, it's true, he confessed.
But I understand that confession may have been coerced.
Do you recognize this?
I sincerely hope
that you have nothing in your closet that matches this, Helen.
HELEN: Is that blood?
BRIDGET: Madam.
Excuse me.
-MAN: Found something. -Call John.
Put that back.
MAN 2: This one.
Apparently dry-cleaned.
The missing button matches perfectly.
Put my jacket back
this moment.
Now, Helen, whoever tampered with the murder scene
-dare not move the body. -Yes, I'll hold.
HOOVER: So as a stroke of luck or misfortune,
this was found underneath the chair,
right next to where Alice perished.
Do you know anything about this?
Well, yes.
Yes, o-of course. I...
I was wearing that jacket when I went to talk to Alice--
uh, talk some sense into her--
th-these rumors that she had been spreading.
We argued.
Bitterly, in fact.
She must have just clawed that button
right off of my jacket.
As soon as I realized she was being unreasonable,
I turned around, and I came right home.
I've just given you a statement.
Don't you want to write it down?
I wanted to be looking you in the eyes
when you said those words.
And you believe me.
Don't you, Edgar?
Of course I do, Helen.
And I want you to know I'll do anything to help.
Sorry for the disturbance.
(elevator doors open)
SMITH: Trust me, Helen,
-Trust you, John? The last time... -we're not relying
-on Hoover's help. -I trusted you...
No? Because he came bursting in here with two of his men.
Who's to stop him from coming back and arresting me?
(phone rings)
Yes?
Yes, Reichsfuhrer.
Of course, I'll be there.
Yes, of course.
That was Himmler?
It's just a meeting.
Let's... let's just be calm.
The Reichsfuhrer just summoned you on short notice--
I mean, how can I remain calm?
-My God, this... -We don't know what this is about.
Let's not jump to conclusions.
That's exactly what scares me.
It terrifies me.
-We don't know what... -What have you taken, Helen?
Did you take something?
-What did you take, Helen? -No. I...
-What have you taken? -I got rid of my pills,
if that's what you mean. I'm... a strong woman.
Yes, I know you're a strong woman, Helen.
But it's my job to protect you.
I mean, to look after you and the kids.
Now, you stay home.
Don't talk to anyone.
Don't do anything.
I'll be back soon.
And we'll see where we are.
(elevator dings)
(doors open)
("Witchcraft" by Frank Sinatra playing over radio)
NICOLE: Stay.
I'll make coffee.
I would love to, but honestly, I overslept,
and Wayne is waiting.
So is my work.
Work?
We'll talk Year Zero, then.
Look, Nicole.
New York is a cosmopolitan capital,
but it's not nearly as sophisticated as Berlin.
And what you and I are doing--
as sweet and lovely as it is--
it can destroy us both.
♪ "Proceed with what ♪
♪ You're leading me to" ♪
♪ It's such an ancient pitch ♪
♪ But one ♪
♪ That I'd never switch ♪
♪ 'Cause there's no nicer witch ♪
♪ Than you. ♪
(car door opens)
Don't look so scared.
What's important is we found you.
Doesn't matter where.
I'm always at your beck and call, sir.
Yes, I know.
But you see, it's not enough
for you just to be available, Thelma.
Now you're gonna have to step up.
(chuckles)
Just...
ah, the hell with this.
This... this is hopeless.
Just go on without me.
Aw, come on, buck up, Robert.
It's a 15-mile walk back to Denver.
20, tops.
We'll get jobs, save up.
-Jobs? -Sure. You could be a bartender.
Introduce Campari-based cocktails to the Neutral Zone.
I'd rather commit seppuku, thank you very much.
Or you could take this.
Now, I was unhappy with our split, as you knew.
So I put it in my pocket.
Thief. You're a goddamned picaroon.
And then when we were surrounded by those motor-psychos,
I put it in my underpants.
(vehicle approaching)
-Hey! -What about the...
What about the photograph that authenticates it
-as John Wayne's? -That's still safe in my underpants. Hey.
-You guys need a lift? -Yes, one second.
Let's just make a clean break. I'll wait for the next one,
-and go my own way. -But there might not be a next one.
Listen, I don't need it.
There's nothing left for me in San Francisco.
I'm staying here.
Make a decision. I don't got all day.
God help me, but I can't leave you stranded here by yourself.
Come back with us.
The buckle's yours, no strings attached.
Take it.
Come on.
Oh, I'll need the, uh, photograph, too.
Just... not now. Later.
When we're within sight of hand soap.
(laughter in distance)
(lock clicks)
Just a second.
Come in.
Everything okay?
I don't know yet.
-Wow, you're full of surprises. -Yeah, so are you.
Guy at the desk said you're registered under Joe Blake.
Well, that's my name.
So what's with the third-rate hotel--
why aren't you staying at the embassy?
Yeah, well, 'cause they bug the rooms.
I like my privacy, from time to time.
(glasses clink)
(liquid pouring)
The hell is this?
I use that to dial Berlin.
I-It's just a standard-issue secure telephone line
for diplomatic staff.
Keeps the Pons from intercepting our negotiations.
Yeah.
I was wrong to come here.
Hold on. What... what's the problem?
Look, I need to know where you were last night,
and I need some honesty for a change.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
-No, none? -No. And the fact is, I've been
a lot more honest with you than you've been with me.
Don't try to turn this around.
You know what? You're right, you should go.
Why did Himmler let you live?
-(sighs) You're still here. -I want to know
what they did to you in that cell for all those months.
They execute your father, and all you have to do
-is denounce him to go free? -We're not talking about this.
No? You're not just a fucking trade attaché, Joe.
-What did you agree to do for Himmler? -Stop.
Why are you really in San Francisco?
I said we're not having this conversation.
-Well, that's the problem. -That's enough!
You want to know how I survived?
My father wasn't just executed.
They made me do it.
They made me put a bullet in my father's head.
While Himmler stood there and watched.
(sighs)
♪ ♪
There's not a day that goes by...
...that I don't wish I'd put a gun under my own chin.
And blow my fucking brains out.
I'm so sorry.
You're late.
Or have you forgotten the ceremony's in a few days?
No, no, I didn't. I'm sorry.
Is something wrong?
I'm fine.
Where were we?
Book of Leviticus.
Moses...
seeks to atone for his sins
from Adonai, our God.
-And in doing so... -Yeah.
(sighs): Uh...
yeah, you know what? Um...
maybe this bar mitzvah idea's not for me.
I mean, I'm not 13, Mark.
Well, your... your age is immaterial.
I thought this was important to you.
Yeah, it was. Things are changing.
After the whole, uh...
What I did. You know what I'm talking about.
(sighs)
Atonement is...
is a long and rocky road.
It's a whole process.
Just-just the fact that you are on that road proves
-that you have a moral compass. -What about men
without a moral compass?
I...
Were you ever gonna mention the Yakuza looking for me?
Lila told me she ran into them in Denver.
I was going to tell you after the ceremony...
Well, that-that might be too late.
Maybe we should drop all this,
and I get back to my work.
Slow down, Frank.
There's people who are sniffing around,
-but nobody in Denver knows that you're here. -How do...
God, you've worked so hard on this.
It's more than a bar mitzvah, it...
it's a way to bring you into the community,
which, in turn, is-is a way to safeguard your future.
Mark...
we both know damn well
my future is very much in doubt.
Which is exactly what it means to be a Jew.
Get used to it.
Now, sit down.
John.
-I'm so sorry, sir. -See, I've been trying to...
think my way around this, Edgar.
How you could possibly think
it was a wise plan of action
to send your goons into my house.
Threaten my wife.
I was merely stating the facts, as they stand.
Now, I... I respect you, John.
Which is why I've arranged to deal with Rockwell.
You will take an early retirement,
and all this will go away, it will all be forgotten.
Now, I hope that sounds good.
Because the alternative reeks of treason...
execution...
and other unpleasantries.
You know, reading my Torah verses...
(kids chattering)
...did kind of shift my perspective.
-Yeah? -Yeah. Thanks.
Sure.
Do I really have to sing them in front of the whole...
(both laughing)
It's more chanting than singing.
-Yes. -I can do it, and I'm not even a singer.
I'm not even a cantor. I'm not even Eddie Cantor.
(raised voices in distance)
(sighs)
MALKA: ...not just for Frank but for us,
a goddamn guaranteed bloodbath.
JACOB: We'll act fast-- we'll cut a deal if it comes to that.
(indistinct chatter)
You can stop arguing.
I get the situation, and I'm leaving.
I'm leaving now.
SAMUEL: There's no consensus on the situation.
-WOMAN: That's right. -Frank, we're hashing this out, is all.
Look, I am grateful for the shelter,
but I can't have the threat of your community on my conscience.
(indistinct chatter)
Mark, I need a lift to town.
Nope.
All right.
Let's vote.
Those in favor of Frank leaving, raise your hands.
(indistinct chatter)
You know why we're called Sabra, Frank?
Those in favor of him staying?
-Yeah! -Yeah! -Hear, hear!
It's from a Hebrew word-- tzabar-- it's a cactus
that grows in the Holy Land.
They say it's tough on the outside...
The ayes have it.
...and sweet and tender on the inside.
Frank stays, for now.
(indistinct chatter)
-Come on. Let's eat. -Yeah.
ROCKWELL: John.
Glad you could make it.
Of course.
What's the occasion?
Something deadly serious.
ROCKWELL: Let's start
with Dr. Adler,
whom you eulogized
following his sudden demise from a heart attack.
A man who'd just gotten a clean bill of health
from his own cardiologist.
So...
what caused
Adler's fatal coronary?
Undetected...
coronary blockage, I'd assume.
You-you tell me, George.
I can't tell you.
Because Gerry Adler was cremated
before a proper postmortem could be performed,
per Alice Adler's pleas to anyone who'd listen.
And then Alice went suddenly silent, too.
She died in a botched burglary,
according to the police.
But now ARBI agents have come up with
a fascinating conclusion:
the burglar--
if indeed it was a burglar who murdered Mrs. Adler--
was another woman.
Meantime, evidence has come to light
of Smith's scheme to sneak his ailing son
out of the country, and then stage a kidnap plot
to spirit Thomas to an Argentinian safe haven.
It's treason...
to cover up your son's illness,
and treason...
to use your office to spirit away your sick son.
Not to mention assassinating a high-ranking Nazi official,
Dr. Adler, and his wife.
HIMMLER: Do you have evidence
to back up these accusations?
Mein Fuhrer, we have the motive, the means and the proof.
HOOVER: I'm sorry, Reichsmarschall,
but I'm afraid you're confused.
Confused.
How?
The charges you've leveled against
Oberstgruppenfuhrer Smith are unfounded.
They're mere conjecture.
Why the fuck would you say that?
I don't understand. You showed me
all those cables from Buenos Aires.
Helen Smith's button,
stained with Alice Adler's blood.
Edgar...
where is it all?
Am I to understand there is no evidence
to support these claims or treason?
I have no evidence whatsoever, Mein Fuhrer.
It is, in fact, treason,
to falsely accuse a senior party member
-of such crimes. -ROCKWELL: Mein Fuhrer...
Get him out of here.
ROCKWELL: Mein Fuhrer...
Go away!
Out of my sight.
Out of this country.
Immediately!
Edgar, you set me up.
A put-up job?!
I will fucking crush you!
SMITH: Did you really think I would
just sit by while you threatened my family, Edgar?
This is not something you want out there.
Well, fine.
You do know that it is all lies,
innuendos and gossip-- that's all it's ever been.
Until now.
HIMMLER: You will excuse us
while I have a word
-with the Oberstguppenfuhrer. -(clicks heels)
Jawohl, Mein Fuhrer.
(door closes)
I've invested heavily
in grooming you for high office.
And you nearly let me down.
If Hoover had got to Raeder
and interrogated him, it would've been you,
not Rockwell, frog-marched out of here
Yes, Reichsfuhrer.
You were careless.
Putting a subordinate in charge of your secrets?
That loose end had to be tied up,
lest your secrets be revealed.
And an ongoing issue remains.
Your wife.
She's a liability and a vulnerability,
just as much as Erich Raeder.
And if you cannot control her or contain her,
you will force me to do so.
Reichsfuhrer.
So, from this moment,
you are the acting Reichsmarschall.
Do not disappoint me, John.
TURNER: It's a makeover.
A do-over, a facelift, a fresh start.
Across the GNR, we enter a new transformational phase:
Year Zero.
It's a state of re-becoming,
and it begins with the destruction
of iconic landmarks of pre-Reich America.
TURNER: First on the list,
a sentimental favorite.
Which is precisely why she must be destroyed, schnell.
Located, conveniently, right here in New York Harbor.
HIMMLER: She has the narcissism one associates
with the female of the species,
particularly the decadent French.
But she's not only an egomaniac,
she's a pyromaniac.
(laughing)
(Himmler continues laughing)
You can set up a controlled demolition.
Timed explosives.
Collapse the statue in her own footprint.
No, I want it to be more of a spectacle.
And it's not just about what goes down.
It's about what goes up
to replace this rock pile,
almost before you know it.
NICOLE: America's the Jahr Null generation,
perfectly built to dismantle the past.
Your son would be proud.
This is the New Colossus.
Director Hoover, sir.
(door closes)
Congratulations, John.
I'm glad to be working with a man so capable and steady.
And I'm also happy that we've managed to get past
our little impasse phase.
Oh, yes. Me too, Edgar.
Me too.
I'm sure I don't need to tell you,
but we, uh, public servants of the Reich
do not have insurance plans,
so what I have on you,
if you don't mind, I'd like to keep.
-Understood. -That said,
any intelligence you have on me
I'd like on my desk by week's end
for my review.
I would expect nothing less.
And while you're stalling me on that, Edgar,
I'd like you to bring me your file
on Rockwell's failed raid on High Castle.
The actual file.
It is my duty to serve.
-(clicks heels) -Heil Himmler.
(door opens)
(door closes)
♪ ♪
(indistinct conversations)
Caballero. What's your poison?
Surprise me.
I've been drinking ginger ale for a goddamn decade.
Permiso-- you are him?
Great man in exile.
Napoleon on Elba.
You were robbed, Señor Presidente.
Well, Bonaparte escaped his island
within a year and re-took control.
As will I.
(men speaking Spanish)
Who are they?
Soldiers of fortune.
Mercenaries, and very good at what they do.
Would you care to meet them?
Not tonight.
Tonight I want
a reliable connection.
Catch my drift?
And those two gifted dancers
for a private command performance.
Take the sting out of my Cuban hiatus.
No knock on your tropical paradise.
Welcome to Havana, caballero.
World capital of song, sand and sea.
And, of course, our two gifted dancers
will be delivered straight to your residence.
(calls out in Spanish)
(applause, whistling)
REPORTER (on TV): ...describing Oberstgruppenfuhrer Smith
as a true hero of the Reich,
and as a worthy custodian of the role.
Our headlines again:
Reichsmarschall Rockwell gave a speech
praising Oberstgruppenfuhrer Smith
at the ceremony honoring the memory
of the Oberstgruppenfuhrer's son, Thomas.
In a surprise announcement earlier today,
George Lincoln Rockwell declared that
he would be stepping down as Reichsmarschall of America,
and the Oberstgruppenfuhrer John Smith...
Daddy, you're home.
Come watch. You're on the television.
-Is that right? -REPORTER: In a statement,
the Reichsmarschall explained that he intended
to retreat to his sugar plantations in Cuba
to ensure the quality of this vital commodity
to the Reich, and to devote time to writing his memoirs.
An announcement will be made shortly
as to the official succession
to Reichsmarschall of America.
All right, everyone, sorry.
That's enough. It's been a long day.
Bridget, you can go home.
(snorts)
♪ ♪
Make it real.
I like it real.
(shrieks)
Real enough for you?
(screams)
Smith sends his best.
(Joe exhales)
I can't remember the last time I slept like that.
(Juliana chuckles softly)
Joe, there's something I've been...
wanting to tell you.
I've seen something.
Another film.
With you and me.
A tunnel.
It wasn't in a dream, it was in a film.
That's why I thought you might know about Lackawanna.
Where did you see this film?
If I show it to you...
Look, I'm hoping it'll just jog something for you, anything,
even the smallest, most...
insignificant detail.
Okay.
If you think it will help.
I'm gonna go shower.
(door closes)
(shower starts running)
♪ ♪
(shower stops)
You looking for this?
It's Lebensborn.
JULIANA: I've seen it before.
On three dead Nazi commandos.
And where was that?
The Neutral Zone.
That's a pretty big place, Juliana.
Where in the Neutral Zone?
-A farmhouse. -A farmhouse.
The one in Jamestown, outside of Boulder?
-Okay, now you're scaring me, all right? -Listen, Juliana,
to resist is to invite the kind of pain that I went through.
And trust me-- you do not want that.
And what is it that you think I want?
You want to join me.
For a world full of perfection and happiness.
You hardly seem happy.
Just wake up!
This is the world we live in.
One th-that can be perfected,
but not by your idea of goodness.
Make peace with that,
and there's a way out of this.
But what does it mean-- Die Nebenwelt?
It means "the next world," a parallel world.
And when we reach it, and the world after that,
the Reich will be everywhere.
It dwarfs my father's greatest dreams.
Now get dressed.
Or what? Hmm?
You know, I've watched you kill me so many times.
You know what happens next?
You take that gun and you put it under your chin,
and you blow your own fucking brain...
(muffled grunting)
You're gonna take me to Tagomi.
(whimpering)
And then you're gonna take me to High Castle.
Get dressed.
I'm gonna be sick.
(panting, retching)
(doorknob jiggles)
Juliana?
Just a minute.
Juliana, open the door.
Open the door, hurry up.
Coming.
(pounding on door)
Why aren't you dressed?
(gun clatters)
(grunts)
♪ ♪