Good evening, Elijah, ma'am.
(music playing in distance)
Hey, hey.
-How you doing? -Good to see you, man.
(Bell sighs)
What is this man doing to the piano?
They make the records in the Neutral Zone
and we smuggle them in.
BELL: (stammers) Du Bois. H-How did you get that?
ELIJAH: (chuckles) That's not all we smuggle in.
-Whoa-- I... -Why, this here's the biggest collection in the JPS.
ELIJAH: Karl Marx, Marcus Garvey, Ida B. Wells.
I-I thought these were all burned by the Kempeitai.
Oh, they burn them all right, but we print them again.
-I want to read them all. -(chuckles) Careful, now.
You get caught out on the street with one of those... Whew!
I'm not afraid.
Hey. How y'all doing?
(excited chatter)
(laughter)
ALL: Amen.
EQUIANO: That's a beautiful sound.
Now, I see a lot of familiar faces in this room.
Doctors,
teachers, artists.
(chuckles)
And new faces, too.
I bring good news.
Two days ago, the first shipment of arms
arrived from our allies in China.
We gonna take this movement to the next stage.
ALL: Mm-hmm.
Now, I'm not gonna lie.
There will be sacrifices.
But for us, that price is nothing new.
Most everyone in this room
has someone got put on a train in the Reich,
ain't never came back.
For my wife,
and my daughter,
the train stopped at a camp
in Saginaw, Michigan.
Onslow, North Carolina.
Sorry for your loss, brother.
WOMAN: Shiloh, Pennsylvania.
James and Martha Arnold.
James and Martha.
-Sorry for your loss, ma'am. -Thank you.
MAN: Robert Shepherd.
Owensboro, Kentucky.
WOMAN 2: Mason City, Iowa.
John and Mary Swan.
Monroe, Louisiana.
Jed Fabers.
WOMAN 3: Charles and Nancy Johnson.
WOMAN 4: Greenville, Mississippi.
OSCAR: Zionsville, Indiana.
-John and Alva Watson. -(voices echoing)
Moulton, Alabama.
Daddy and Mama.
How about right here in San Francisco, California?
William Pullum.
Y'all know what I'm talking about.
Shot in the back by the Kempeitai nine blocks from here.
-And that was just last week. -EQUIANO: Last week--
last week?
This same chain of violence runs through our whole history
in this country, from slavery to this very day.
You've served your people as doctors,
teachers and artists.
But tonight?
Tonight I'm looking for men and women to be soldiers.
Who's ready to be a soldier?
I am.
-I am. -I am.
ALL (overlapping): I am.
-Mm-hmm. -Yes, sir.
-I am. -I am.
-Yes. -Thank you.
Thank all of you.
(film projector whirring, clicking)
♪ Edelweiss ♪
♪ Small and white ♪
♪ Clean and bright ♪
♪ Blossom of snow ♪
♪ May you bloom ♪
♪ And grow ♪
♪ Bloom ♪
♪ And grow ♪
♪ Forever ♪
♪ Edelweiss ♪
♪ Bless my homeland ♪
♪ Forever. ♪
(machinery whirring)
(electricity sparking)
(indistinct radio chatter)
(machines beeping)
We've made great progress
since your last visit, Reichsmarschall.
The knowledge they are gaining surpasses
our wildest expectations.
Uh, sir, please, please.
We've sent a series of teams
of Weltkommando agents through the portal, as you instructed,
and we have been able to mine that world
for scientific innovations, its military secrets.
We are draining the alt-world
of all technological and cultural intelligence.
And not just from America.
We now have teams in Europe and Asia, too.
And they don't even know we're there.
However, they are improving their nuclear capabilities.
They're advancing.
The Americans and the Russians.
Do they know about our world?
Beyond a few academic papers,
they have no sense of the Multiverse,
no grasp of portal technology.
Oh, whoever wrote those papers seemed to have
a pretty advanced understanding of quantum mechanics.
We are taking care of it.
This way, Reichsmarschall.
I have something to show you, hmm?
-Has Abendsen been cooperating? -Oh, yes.
(chuckles)
We have him working around the clock, analyzing the films.
Identifying multiple worlds.
What are we looking at?
The Map...
...of the Multiverse.
This, this is our world.
And this is the alternate world we have reached.
So like our own, no?
Except the Axis lost the war.
Which is why it's critical we understand it.
But soon, we'll reach other worlds,
and more beyond that.
Harvesting the intelligence of world after world,
defeating everyone across the Multiverse.
Every door out is a door in.
Step up the sabotage program.
I don't want any surprises coming through this portal.
CAMPBELL: Sir, your wife, your son
and yourself are alive in a small town called
Bailey's Crossroads, Virginia, outside Washington, D.C.
My daughters?
In this alternate world, your son is your only child, sir.
What?
You're certain?
So, uh, so what about my son's health?
He shows no symptoms.
He seems normal, sir.
He plays sports.
Popular, good in school.
Mm...
So what can you tell me about my family here?
Uh, am I, uh, am I a military man?
Well, a-actually, you...
you are a businessman, sir.
Businessman.
-What kind of business? -Insurance, sir.
-An executive? -You're in sales.
In D.C.?
All around.
You...
(clears throat)
You-you travel, Reichsmarschall.
I'm a traveling salesman.
Okay. (laughs softly)
Road not taken leads to...
(chuckles): traveling salesman.
You were awarded this-this salesman of the year
in the tri-state area, sir.
It would appear I'm moving up in the world.
Hmm.
JUDGE DAN HAYWOOD: If all of the leaders of the Third Reich
had been sadistic monsters and maniacs,
then these events would have no more moral significance
than an earthquake.
But this trial has shown that under a national crisis,
ordinary, even able and extraordinary men
can delude themselves into the commission of crimes
so vast and heinous that they beggar the imagination.
Let it now be noted that here in our decision,
this is what we stand for:
justice, truth
and the value of a single human being.
(upbeat fiddle music playing)
(indistinct chatter, laughter)
♪ Now, I'm rolling to the South again ♪
♪ Coming up on... ♪
ALL: Cheers.
♪ Down the line ♪
♪ Rolling down the line... ♪
RUSS: Judgment at Nuremberg, huh?
That's that, uh, Spencer Tracy picture?
Yeah. Yeah, I saw the, uh,
the matinee at the Majestic for the second time.
-Yeah? Huh. -Mm.
Wouldn't have made you to be a... war movie type gal.
Well, it's not a war movie, exactly,
it's, um, more about good and evil.
You know? Human nature.
The more I know about human nature, the more I like horses.
Yeah, you and me both.
Does make you wonder, though, how millions of ordinary people
could do such evil things.
I don't know.
They say we're not like them,
but maybe people aren't all that different.
You know? What if we're just... lucky?
-(chuckles) -What if?
All right, come on, y'all.
There is a time to talk, and there's a time to dance.
ALT-HELEN: Oh! Look who's turned up, John.
It's Juliana and Russ.
Hello. How about we get a pitcher?
No, I'm paying.
I sold a big policy, I'm in the mood to celebrate. Come on.
-Let's find-- oh-- a table. Come on. -RUSS: I don't need
-any more insurance, John. -Oh, I'm off the clock.
-All right. -Hey.
Russ Gilmore, huh?
Well, I got to know him down at the stables.
Turns out, we both have a thing for Arabians.
No. No, no, it's, uh, it's not like that.
-He's a good guy. -Yeah, I'm sure he is.
-I'm not looking. -This world's a tough place
to make a go of it on your own.
It's good to find someone you can trust, like I did.
(indistinct whispering)
You really think you know him?
What do you mean?
I mean, I-I don't know.
Does a person ever really know anyone?
Uh, well, I'm not stupid.
He is a good-looking man.
And he's gone a lot,
but we have a secret.
-Yeah? -Mm-hmm.
We never lie to each other.
Ever. No matter how hard it is to hear the truth.
It's our bond.
And he's mine. I trust him.
All right, ladies.
(chuckles) Ooh, I love this song.
Russ, let's dance.
Oh, uh...
ALT-SMITH: No point resisting, my friend, trust me.
Come on, just one dance.
So...
guess that leaves us.
What do you say, Miss Crain?
♪ Each time I see you again... ♪
Um... Yeah, all right.
♪ I fall ♪
♪ To pieces... ♪
And so...
♪ How can I be just your friend? ♪
Not a fan of country music?
(chuckles)
-Tell you the truth, neither am I. -(chuckles)
When you're a New York City boy in Virginia,
you got to get used to it.
Yeah? How is it that you wound up here?
Bailey's Crossroads?
Yeah, this place, all of it, a salesman, I don't know.
-What is it you wanted? -Um...
Well, I guess when I was younger,
I wanted to be like my dad, like most boys.
Um, he was a... he was a banker,
Wall Street.
-Well, you're a smart guy. -Well...
looks can be deceiving.
You could've been a banker,
that's what I meant.
Oh, it didn't end up so well.
The Depression.
And then with me, uh, well, the war happened,
and life kind of got in the way.
Hm.
As it does.
Don't-don't get me wrong, huh?
I count myself lucky, for all of it.
So, uh...
tell me, Juliana,
how'd you end up here?
You were there, don't you remember?
-Before that. -Mm.
I'm sure Helen's told you. Been through it with her.
She told me that you, uh... you don't remember
anything about what happened to you.
That true?
I remember.
So you know where he is then,
the man who shot you.
Yes, I do.
Why don't you tell someone?
If only to stop him from doing it to anyone else.
Tell who?
Well, the sheriff, or Helen.
Me.
I'll help you.
Thanks for the dance, John.
I think I'm gonna call it a night.
Hey, Russ, you mind giving me a ride home, please?
-Uh... (stammers) Sure. -Already?
Okay, well, we'll see you all later.
RUSS: Okay. See you.
♪ You tell me to find... ♪
(insects trilling)
♪ Every day... ♪
Something happen to make you want to leave so quick?
No. I'm just--
I'm not very good at those things.
(Russ sighs)
So, uh,
don't think you ever told me where you're from.
San Francisco.
Got a family?
♪ You're the one... ♪
I did.
They were killed in a car accident when I was a teenager.
That must have been rough.
♪ Whether near or far... ♪
Yeah, but this, um-- this town's given me
the closest thing I've had to a home since then, so...
Some of us were...
kind of surprised you decided to stay,
considering, uh...
I guess I just...
I don't know, felt like maybe I landed here for a reason.
Well, maybe you did.
(news theme playing)
REPORTER: Breaking news from Washington,
right here on WKQN Richmond.
Nobel Prize winner Leo Zakarian,
lead scientist of the American nuclear program,
has died unexpectedly.
Dr. Zakarian, only 50 years old,
succumbed to a heart attack.
President Johnson called it a loss
that will be felt for years
in our nuclear program.
And now back to our regularly scheduled programming.
(radio clicks off)
It's no coincidence.
RUSS: Hmm?
The death of the head of the nuclear program.
The failed launches.
What do you mean?
They're here.
Trying to sabotage the American defense program.
Who?
(exhales)
You're a funny girl.
You have no idea.
The Black Communist Rebellion's mission
is self-defense and self-determination
for black people.
I've got a network of fighters waiting to be activated.
We just need arms to get back in the fight.
We don't do business with white people.
Before I was in the JPS, I was in the Reich.
Before that, Jim Crow Alabama.
Everything changed for you in '45, but not so much for us.
We survive by trusting no one outside our community.
ELIJAH: For all we know, he could be a mole
-for the Reich. -LEM: Hold on.
I can vouch for him, okay?
He's the one who spread the film everywhere.
That film ain't nothing but white nonsense, Lem.
Have you seen it? Huh?
It changes people's minds.
It gets recruits.
We're at war, brother. We ain't got time for Abendsen's cult.
I don't think you want to win.
Oh, really?
Yeah. I think you want to die for a cause.
I think you want to be martyrs.
What makes you think you know so much about us?
Well, 'cause if you wanted to win,
you'd be working with me.
You give as good as you get, English.
I'm Irish.
We know a thing or two about raising hell.
You lost Denver.
You're the loser come asking.
You're at war with one superpower. You get your way,
you'll be at war with another.
So if I were you,
I'd want as many allies as I could get.
Come on.
Man, fuck that smuggler fool.
He ain't nothing but a two-bit hustler.
I mean, we could use his network
to get access to some textbooks, penicillin...
Equiano was clear on this.
"The only hope for the survival of black people
is self-reliance."
I've got a use for him.
(sighs)
Yukiko, I can't find my cotton inspection...
Here you are.
...gloves.
You read my mind.
(thumps)
Ah. Easy.
Easy, gentlemen.
You've got a treasure in your hands.
BELL: Robert Childan,
the antique dealer, has ingratiated himself
with some of the most powerful people in Japanese society.
They're going nuts over American
knickknacks and art coming out of the Reich since Year Zero.
Childan is holding an auction of this junk
in a couple of days and General Masuda
is coming from Tokyo for it.
-The Butcher of Manchuria? -Mm-hmm.
-Fucking hell. -Mm-hmm.
He's coming to slaughter us,
just like he did the Chinese.
Testing grenades and flamethrowers
on civilians, vivisection without anesthetic,
biological experiments.
Yeah. I'd say you're a real threat to the JPS
if they're sending Masuda.
Masuda, Kido,
and two defense ministers, Shimura and Nagasaki,
also from Tokyo, will be there.
These are our targets.
The auction's happening here, in the Presidio.
We'll secure the perimeter,
cut their radio command,
destroy their communication lines,
kill the guards.
Your team...
Your team will take out the targets inside.
What about civilians?
There are no civilians.
They all know, they all benefit. No one's innocent.
WYATT: I see.
Why hit them so publicly?
This is the only time we know these men will be together.
If we take out Masuda and Kido,
it puts fear in the hearts of all Japanese.
-What's the exit plan? -With no phones or radios,
it will take the Kempeitai at least
five minutes to get to the scene once shooting starts.
Your team has 90 seconds to take out the targets.
Exit the building, 30 seconds.
We'll have vehicles waiting, get in, drive off, 60 seconds.
Two minutes to spare.
(chuckles) And what's keeping you
from leaving us inside to die?
You forget to kill a couple guards and we're smoked.
And you get to keep the weapons as well.
We honor our deals.
How about...
we stay on the outside and you go in the building for the VIPs?
You want the guns?
(exhales)
Come on. It doesn't make sense.
Why not hit the targets yourself?
We were planning to, but we're boxed out.
Blacks can't get inside the auction.
Too much heat since Tagomi's murder.
Yeah. Yeah.
I guess I'll be on the outside with the home team.
No, I want you with the armaments.
-Yeah. Yeah. -You don't mind, do you,
if Lem goes with your guys to get our truckload of weapons?
'Cause no matter what happens to us,
our people get munitions.
Agreed.
All right.
So what's the angle?
♪ ♪
So, you, uh...
you do know I already have a caterer.
Well, we'd be willing to undercut them by...
20%.
Mmm.
Well,
we are doing a Western theme for our Americana auction,
and barbecue would be pafekuto.
But, um...
serving staff needs to speak Japanese,
so... I'm sorry.
I would be honored to work for you, Mr. Childan.
All right.
License? Papers?
-(door opens, bell tinkles) -(clears throat)
Everything is in order, sir.
We'll do a real fine job for you, Mr. Childan.
Now, we're gonna need to discuss this menu in detail.
I'll want to sample every dish.
Oh, yeah. We, um, have 'em all right here, sir.
(whispers indistinctly)
What?
Here?
Right now?
You need to go. Leave, leave.
-Uh, Yukiko, I need my tie. -Hai.
-Take your food with you. -What about the coleslaw? The mac and cheese is...
And the chicken, it falls off the bone.
Leave the premises immediately.
-But do we have the job, sir? -Yes.
Yes. Just come back later.
Get out. Go.
-Thank you, sir. -You're welcome.
You won't be disappointed, sir.
-I really need you to leave. -Okay.
Yes. Thank you! Thank you.
(panting)
Ah.
Oh. I can't believe this is happening.
Um...
tell me what to do, how to behave.
Childan-san,
you know exactly what to do.
I do?
Don't look her in the eyes
unless she speaks to you directly.
Okay?
Okay.
(bell tinkles)
(door closes)
Uh...
Welcome, Your Imperial Majesty...
Uh, uh...
Your Imperial Highness, welcome.
I am not worthy of your presence.
INOKUCHI: The crown princess requests you show her
the Remington you will auction at the gala.
Of course, Admiral Inokuchi. It would be my honor.
-(speaks Japanese) -Will Ministers Shimura
and Nagasaki be attending the gala?
Uh, yes, Admiral. They arrive from Tokyo tonight, I believe.
Shimura and Nagasaki are confirmed.
It will be good to have our allies with us soon.
Striking.
It would be my profound honor to gift you this painting,
Your Imperial Highness.
Very kind, but unnecessary.
My assistant will attend the auction later.
He will then bid for it.
What does this image mean to you...
Mr. Childan?
We were a wild and untamed place...
before you came, Your Highness.
In our culture, horses are sacred intermediaries
between our world
and the world of the Kami.
The divine spirits.
You are a cultured man...
Mr. Childan.
(school bell rings)
GIRL: Carried his books for me last period...
(three notes chime)
WOMAN (over PA): This is a reminder
that the Hitler Youth leadership meeting
has been moved from 3:00 to 4:00 p.m. tomorrow.
And don't forget to get
all your vaccines this fall.
A healthy body is the key to a bright future.
The Reich is counting on you.
(students chatting faintly)
In Shakespeare's Merchant of Venice,
the principal antagonist
is a merciless Jewish moneylender
whose name is Shylock.
This man demands a pound of flesh,
actual human flesh...
in exchange for a loan.
(mouthing)
With Shylock, Shakespeare dramatizes
the true nature of the Jew:
evil, deceptive and greedy.
Yes, Tracy?
I notice Shylock says,
"If prick me, do I not bleed?"
Yes, and?
Is the writer saying Jews are human?
I never thought of it that way.
We shouldn't be studying this.
Thank you for... that correction, Tracy.
I believe you're right.
I will take this up
at our next faculty meeting and we will sort this out.
Yes, we will.
Let's move on to mathematics.
(fire crackling)
I still don't get it.
Both sides have to equal zero.
How'd you get that?
Didn't you study the quadratic equation
in your school in Chicago?
I had to miss a lot of class.
Should we start from the top?
I missed you.
I wasn't in Chicago.
Were you outside of the Reich?
I'd just assumed, 'cause...
you didn't know about the armbands.
So...
It's so weird that our teachers are scared of us.
Are kids actually ratting on their parents?
Some, yeah.
Most of us just kind of...
pretend to go along with it, though.
I don't like it.
Me, neither.
This is where I was.
♪ Well, I'm a king bee ♪
♪ Buzzing around ♪
♪ Your hive... ♪
What is this music?
The singer sounds...
different.
Is he...?
♪ Well, I can... ♪
-He's not...? -I got it in the Neutral Zone.
♪ Let me... ♪
It's meant for dancing.
You want to dance with me, Henry?
Okay...
sure. (laughs nervously)
♪ To buzz all night long... ♪
Do you like it?
Yeah, but are you sure this is a good idea?
Don't talk, Henry.
♪ Night long ♪
♪ Well, when you hear me buzzing, baby ♪
♪ Some stinging is going on ♪
♪ Well. ♪
-No, Amy... No! -I'm telling!
-Don't you dare! -Telling my teacher!
-Amy, no! -Look, I'm telling!
You little brat!
-AMY: It's not yours! -JENNIFER: Yes, it is!
(Amy shouting)
Whatever, give it to me!
Give it back, you little brat!
(grunts)
JENNIFER: Open the door!
-(elevator dings) -AMY: I'm gonna inform on you!
-(gasps) -AMY: Dad is gonna be so angry.
-He's gonna kill you. -Amy, give me back the record now.
-What's going on? -I don't know, sir.
JENNIFER: ...it's gonna be your fault.
-Shut up and open the door. -AMY: This is a crime
and you're gonna pay for it!
You're a race traitor and I'm gonna tell Dad
-that you like black... -Amy, open the door.
What's going on here?
Jennifer was listening to this record.
She brought it from the Neutral Zone.
She was close-dancing with Henry Iver.
They were all over each other.
-We were not. -SMITH: Jennifer.
Wait in my office.
AMY: It's one of those kind of records, Daddy.
She brought it from the Neutral Zone.
-She listens to resistance radio every night. -Calm down.
They told us in school today we have to inform on bad behavior.
Even in our own families. We have to.
Well, now you're informing me.
-Does that count? -Yes.
So you've done your job.
The real mistake here is mine.
But you didn't do anything wrong.
It's my record.
It's evidence in a...
in a case the Gestapo is pursuing.
It's yours?
It is.
-(sighs) -I thought she
brought it from the Neutral Zone.
That is why we need to be very careful
about making accusations, honey.
Especially against people we love.
(footsteps approaching)
(sighs heavily)
(sighs)
Have you any idea... how dangerous this is?
It's just music. What's the big deal?
You know the answer to that.
We cannot have this
-in our family. -What do you mean
-by "our family"? -You know exactly what I mean!
(sighs)
-(throws record down) -This is all my fault.
Shouldn't have let you stay out there
-all that time. -Dad.
(exhales)
Listen, I know, uh...
I know you probably heard things...
when you were in the Neutral Zone.
Huh? On the radio.
It's not true.
Whatever you heard there,
it's a lie.
Okay?
The rules are different here.
You know that.
And there's things that...
...that even I can't protect you from.
(helicopter blades whirring in distance)
♪ ♪
(door creaks shut in distance)
(insects trilling)
JENNIFER: Mom?
Jenny, my darling. Hi.
(Jenny sobbing)
Mom...
HELEN: Hey.
-Hey, what's wrong? -I want to go back to the farm.
I want to be with you.
There's a bus-- I looked it up.
No, you can't do that.
Sweetheart, it's too dangerous.
Please, Mom, I can't take it here.
-(sobbing continues) -What's happened, baby?
I don't belong here, Mom.
-Just, please... -We're gonna get through this.
Okay?
I want to live with you. I-I hate it here.
I can't stay here.
Please.
-(sobbing) -Okay, you be strong
for me, okay?
I miss you, Mom.
I love you with all my heart.
(sobbing)
I assume you have finished your investigation, Inspector Kido.
Unfortunately, Mingus Jones died during his interrogation.
That is disappointing.
No matter. The evidence against him is overwhelming.
And I will continue to search for his coconspirators.
I want this concluded, Kido.
Tomorrow, a photo of the assassin Mingus Jones
will appear in the newspaper
next to the officers who arrested him.
Yes, General. We are still investigating.
I want the people of San Francisco
and our leaders in Tokyo to know the Kempeitai have solved
the murder of Tagomi.
End of story.
Hai, Kakka.
Eyes are on us, Kido.
We are sending Masuda.
We must exhibit iron control.
No mistakes.
Of any kind.
♪ ♪
(takes deep breath)
(faint distorted screams, gunshots)
(distorted screams, gunfire growing louder)
(distorted screams, gunfire booming)
(screams and gunfire stop abruptly)
(clock ticking)
(dog barking, indistinct chatter)
(indistinct radio chatter)
(Saito speaks Japanese)
...Colonel Kido.
General Yamori requested me to escort you
through our preparations.
Tomaré.
Stop!
We'll stop, all right? Happy to take a break.
This thing is heavy.
Take it apart.
He wants them to take it apart.
-No, that's... -CHILDAN: Excuse me.
Chief Inspector Kido-san?
Chief Inspector Kido-san, uh...
welcome.
Uh, forgive me, but this is
a traditional American barbecue.
It's welded together. It's-it's impossible
to take it apart.
Open it.
(man speaks Japanese)
CHILDAN: Allow me to, uh,
congratulate you for the efficient solving
of the murder of Minister Tagomi, sir.
Show me the inside of the house.
(mid-tempo country intro plays)
♪ Darling, I'm feeling so... ♪
So, this is a reception area,
and as you can see, we have a Western theme.
I want armed guards in every room.
Is that really necessary?
It kind of... dampens the ambience.
Perhaps...
Already taken care of.
Uh, through here, uh,
everyone will be able to examine
the, uh, art and antiquities.
What is this worth?
Oh, this, it's extremely rare.
Extremely collectible.
It's a precious totem
of a culture that we'll never see again.
♪ When the morning comes... ♪
Trivial.
♪ With my hat. ♪
(indistinct chatter in distance)
(birds chirping)
(speaking Japanese)
WYATT: Uh, no, that goes downstairs
-in the refrigerator-- Do you want to show her? -Yeah, no problem.
WYATT: Stuff for me over here, sir.
Thank you.
You should have Japanese handling the food.
I led the Battle of Badung Strait,
I think I can manage a party.
Protecting our citizens against terrorism
requires different skills, Colonel.
(speaking Japanese)
(indistinct chatter nearby)
(speaks Japanese)
That meat goes in the cooler.
I'll show 'em.
Oh. I got it.
A message for you, sir.
What is this?
From Tokkô headquarters.
You son did not appear for his job interview today.
Make him taste everything before it is served.
(indistinct chatter continues)
Toru.
Are you okay?
Where were you today?
(sighs)
I told the Tokkô secretary she was mistaken.
Your interview is scheduled for tomorrow.
Why did you not appear for your interview?
Forgive me. Please.
I was not well.
What does that mean?
I did not have the strength.
A weak man...
would not have earned the Kinshi Kunsho.
You fought bravely in Manchuria.
You will wear your medal tomorrow for the interview.
♪ ♪
And all will be as it should be.
YUKIKO: We have checked
every detail many times.
Rest now for tomorrow.
(exhales sharply)
You know, when the occupation started,
uh, there were mass executions.
And I was too frightened to leave my room.
So I hid... for weeks.
Weeks.
There was no electricity, and...
I was so hungry that I...
ate mice.
Burned books to stay warm.
And yesterday...
...the crown princess graced me with her presence...
...in my shop.
I barely recognize myself.
Crown princess graced you
with more than her presence, Childan-san.
She spoke personally with you,
as a man of elevated status.
May I offer you tea?
Are you sure?
Yes.
You are a man of honor.
Oh, I would love tea, Yukiko.
(laughs) Okay.
♪ ♪
I am pleased to offer myself in service to your important work.
I, too, am honored.
(chuckles) Childan-san.
Please call me Robert.
(both grunting)
Oh, God.
ELIJAH: Oh, that feels so good.
Oh, yeah.
-Here we go. -(grunts)
You're amazing.
NEIGHBOR: Shut the hell up!
Hold on now! We're almost done!
(laughing): Oh, no.
No, we are not!
(both grunting)
ELIJAH: Don't stop, don't...
(breathes deeply)
I can't wait to get out of this tenement.
Get a place of our own.
We gotta get past tomorrow first.
It's locked in.
(Elijah sighs)
I don't dig relying on white boys.
I don't want to talk about that right now.
I just want to dream... for a minute...
...about a place of our own.
Away from all this.
(indistinct chatter in distance)
Okay.
I have this... this picture in the back of my mind:
a blue house...
with red roses.
-A blue house? -(laughs)
Yeah. Dark blue.
We'll have a vegetable garden.
Some kids around.
Okay. Okay.
C-Can I just remind you that we're communists?
Okay? Before you get too carried away
with all that property talk?
I know. I know.
I know. I know. I know.
(both chuckle)
We ain't gonna have no kids anyway.
I-I'm-I'm sorry, babe. I'm sorry.
I-It's just...
We can't be living in a dreamworld, babe.
That's okay.
I know I can't have kids.
Doesn't mean there can't be kids around.
Sure enough.
Tomorrow's going off like a charm.
We are going to shake up the JPS, and eventually...
get a place of our own.
That is not a dreamworld.
If you say so.
I do.
(indistinct radio chatter)
♪ ♪
SMITH: "'They're dreadfully fond of beheading people here.
"The great wonder is there's anyone left alive.'
"She was looking for some way of escape,
"and wondering whether she could get away without being seen,
"when she noticed a curious appearance in the air:
"it puzzled her very much at first,
"but, after watching it a minute or two,
"she made it out to be a grin,
"and she said to herself,
"'It's the Cheshire Cat;
now I shall have somebody to talk to.'"
Okay, that'll do for tonight, okay?
-Aw, a little more? -It's a school night, honey.
Come on.
I'm kind of surprised you-you wanted Alice.
I thought you'd outgrown her.
I missed you, Daddy.
I missed you, too, honey.
Go to sleep. See you in the morning.
Daddy.
Were there black people here when you were a kid?
Uh...
Yes, there were black people when I was growing up. Why?
I just wondered what it was like.
Did you play with them?
SMITH: Not really, but, uh, I knew them.
Did you like them?
SMITH: I didn't know them well.
Why are there no black people here anymore?
Well, what did they teach you at school?
They've gone back to their homeland, Africa.
They're working for the Reich.
Well, there's your answer.
AMY: But why?
Why can't they live here?
SMITH: Eh, they like it there.
I mean, i-it's better.
I saw black people in the Neutral Zone.
It was a little scary.
SMITH: Well, you're home and safe now
and this is where you're gonna stay, okay?
Sleep well.
-See you in the morning. -Okay.
Okay, lights out, Jennifer.
It's not true.
What you told her.
We'll talk about it another time.
(door closes)
(car door closes)
(dog barking)
(dog continues barking)
(car engine starts)