(clicking, soft clattering)
BELL: You don't have to do this.
You can leave right now.
Door's wide open.
You will not be judged.
Set the timer for 25 minutes.
Enough time for you to get clear
without anyone finding the parcel.
Mm-hmm.
Some of you will be captured.
I know you know what that means.
Most we can promise is to fight every day for your release.
That's some beautiful shoes you just cobbled together.
(laughs softly)
Your families will be cared for.
We don't forget what our soldiers have given
to the struggle.
We do this
because we want the life...
our people have never had before.
Brother Benjamin?
You sure you're ready?
LEON: Yeah, he's ready.
Let the young man speak for himself, Leon.
I'm ready.
All right, then.
Let's tear down the emperor's house.
(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. ♪
(film projector clicking, whirring)
CAMPBELL: America's war in Vietnam will be
quickly and easily won.
The U.S. of the Alt-World
somehow managed to become a global superpower.
They maintain the most technologically-advanced
fighting force that world has ever seen.
The Vietnamese are a primitive race.
They're fighting with rifles and land mines.
There's no contest.
Tell me, do they still teach ancient history
at Junkerschule, Campbell?
They teach Aryan history, sir.
Well, the Romans called Hannibal a primitive
right up until he marched his army all the way from Africa
on elephants and crushed them.
In war, technology and wealth are no guarantee of victory.
What matters is the will to win.
CAMPBELL: Thomas seems to be progressing well.
He'll get a good posting, close to the action.
I want his status updated regularly.
When he's assigned to a company,
when he goes on leave, everything.
(door opens)
(door closes)
(clears throat)
We have prepared your confession.
For your signature.
To you, this is a list of crimes.
To me,
this is a list of acts in the service of the Emperor.
Perhaps he will see it that way
when you arrive in Tokyo for your court-martial.
Shall I tell you
what else I have done to add it to your list?
If you like.
I have given two of my sons' lives.
I am sorry.
You never spoke of them.
Jun'ya
and Kenta were their names.
I have kept their pictures in my uniform,
close to my heart.
I am grateful that they were able
to give their lives for the Empire.
If we surrender this territory,
their deaths will have been for nothing.
I will not accept that.
(panting)
You have a son.
I have two sons.
They are alive?
Yes.
So you do not know what it is to lose a child.
No.
For you, our cause was a choice.
For me, there is no going back.
"The war is never lost until the last man dies."
That is my confession.
Take it to the Emperor,
and he will pardon me.
(door opens)
Thanks for doing this, Richie.
Well, it's not much, but it's safe and out of the way.
Electricity.
We jerry-rigged the wiring into the Reich's power grid.
It's cold in here.
Chimney works. There's a bit of kindling there.
JULIANA: Better draw the curtains.
Oh, the Reich hardly bothers to patrol anything north of 116th.
They took Harlem off the map back in '49.
-They tried. -RICHIE: Canned goods,
Sterno stove kit, pack of smokes, pint of rye.
I'll be back tomorrow with more of what you'll need.
JULIANA: Thank you.
(door opens, closes)
(exhales)
A lot of ghosts in this place.
Let's hope they don't mind uninvited guests.
JULIANA: Everything's still here.
WYATT: They wouldn't have had time to gather their things.
JULIANA: Nowhere to go.
Jesus, look at the bloodstains.
These people put up a fight.
Here they are.
WYATT: "Lucille and Warren Huggins.
"Married June 19, 1933,
at the Broadway African Methodist Episcopal Church."
I want to think they'd be happy
that we're here...
in their home.
Yeah.
I'd want to think so, too.
-Ma'am? -Hmm?
She's ten minutes early, but-- Mrs. Himmler.
Please, show her in.
Margarete. Oh, what lovely flowers.
Please, let...
Nein. They have to be handled properly.
Fraulein, a vase.
Gomphrena, false goat's beard, amaranth.
These are beautiful.
Oh, fresh flowers... bloom once, then die.
Dried flowers... are forever.
I still have my wedding bouquet.
Hmm.
Sealed inside an airtight bell jar.
-Oh, that's so special. -Mm.
A Reich wife must work always in the service
of her husband's destiny, or... or else.
Yes.
Which is why I invited you here today.
Please, won't you join me?
I know how you must see me, Margarete.
What can I say?
Please, be honest.
It's not just me, I'm afraid.
All of Berlin, everyone knows the truth
of your year in the Neutral Zone.
And my husband. I know John can seem aloof.
Or arrogant.
No, they misunderstand him.
He's quiet.
-That's all. -Be that as it may,
I don't have to tell you what becomes of the children
once the father comes under suspicion.
What do I have to do to earn my way back
into the good graces of...
-My husband. -And you.
I want the trust of the Reich.
And the freedom that comes with that.
I want that freedom for my daughters, too.
Some people think I'm a cold, brittle old woman.
I don't believe that.
The eyes speak what the mouth doesn't dare say.
I don't mind.
What they don't realize is that
I am a caring person, in here.
You have to assume the role of a proper
-treusorgende Ehefrau to your husband. -...faithful wife...
Well, I'm doing that.
Oh, you've done that here, today.
Now you must show the world.
Show the world you have come home to National Socialism,
not in body, but in deiner Seele...
in your soul.
HELEN: Gomprhena.
Sounds like a venereal disease.
Incurable strain.
Get Billy Turner on the phone.
I'm going to make a public appearance.
GABRIELA: There is no holiday like Reichsgiving, and so,
I have a very special guest for you this morning, ladies.
A personal friend of mine who has never
appeared on the show before,
to share her own Reichsgiving recipes.
Die Ehefrau des Reichsmarschall Helen Smith.
(cheers and applause)
You weren't gonna tell us?
My secretary runs in telling me Helen Smith is on the TV.
HELEN: This Kasespatzle recipe is a tradition in our house.
I make it with my daughters this time every October.
GABRIELA: Ah... Smells delicious.
What is your secret ingredient, Helen?
Uh, bacon fat
-and a stick of butter. -(laughter)
-Ah. -Don't ask about the calories.
I promise, no calorie talk.
While that Spatzle is baking, it's time for some girl talk.
Oh, good.
Now, you have been married
to Reichsmarschall John Smith for...
-20 years. -(applause)
And how the time has flown.
GABRIELA: So, what is your secret
to a happy marriage?
How do you manage
to keep the fire burning?
I can answer that in one word.
A word that we can use on Reich TV?
(chuckles) I think we can use it. Yes.
Honesty.
(applause)
HELEN: That, to me, is the foundation
of a successful marriage.
(applause)
Helen, think back to your first Reichsgiving,
the first moment you first gave thanks for National Socialism.
Um, hmm...
Oh, um, it would be February, '46,
just after The Liberation.
John was still in the--
(clears throat)
John was in the U.S. Army.
Um, we had been posted to Fort Monmouth,
and we had just had our son.
Thomas was, um, he was just a baby.
GABRIELA: It's all right. Take a moment.
No, no, I... I'd like to talk about it.
We hadn't eaten in days.
I thought that my baby was going to starve...
in my arms.
A man, a Reich colonel, he came to our door.
He brought us milk, bread, cheese, meat.
It was all airlifted in by the Reich in an act of mercy.
And my baby...
he finally stopped crying.
GABRIELA: From that day forward,
thanks to that spirit of mercy,
there has never again been hunger in the Reich.
(applause)
And who else was there that night?
Um, it--
It was...
Uh, well... well, it was just-just us, our family.
GABRIELA: As it should be.
John, myself and Thomas, and...
We put the past behind us.
(applause)
Thanks, Helen.
We would love to have you back on the show again, any time.
(chuckles) Yes, yes. I-I would like that.
-Oh. -(cheering)
HELEN: Thank you.
If you don't mind, I-I got some, uh, documents I want to sign.
Of course.
(seagulls squawking)
(indistinct chatter)
(ship's horn blares)
This is a list of drop spots.
Make sure your contact identifies himself.
Letters of transit to Salinas, meticulously prepared.
What if I get pulled over?
They might toss a few shoeboxes from the back to harass you.
Stay cool, payload's up front.
But if they get too close,
you've got the tripwire.
Remember: no masters but ourselves.
Stay alive, brother.
And you.
Well done. Your Friend, Margarete.
(knock on door)
Your, uh... appearance today
certainly got a lot of attention.
So it seems.
I had no idea.
I had Billy Turner arrange it.
Ah.
You've never done anything like that before.
I thought it was important I show my allegiance.
To who?
Berlin.
You. Me.
You came to this by yourself or...
No.
No. Margarete was here.
Why didn't you consult with me?
I have to clear my name, John.
For the girls' sake, if nothing else.
And only I can do that.
They all know the truth about my year away.
Right.
I'd have thought you would've been proud of me.
Well, you could've made it worse, Helen.
I mean, you...
you do know how close you came, right?
On Reich television?
That woman put me on the spot with her question.
It all came rushing back.
I haven't even thought about it in--
But I handled it, didn't I?
You did fine.
Do you ever think about him, John?
About Daniel?
No.
(door opens, closes)
LEON: Easy now. Slow.
Shut the box.
What'd I teach you?
Go on, sit down.
Get out of the boat.
You're too heavy, that's all.
I'm not scared.
I'm not going to row this tub across the bay with you in it.
So go on.
Get out.
Get that bow line and cast me off.
Be careful, Leon.
Tell the others... we eat whale tonight.
(indistinct chatter)
HENRY: The Eugenics midterm is going to be a bear.
JENNIFER: Oh, God, how I hate Eugenics.
What if it's all bullshit?
It's science, Jennifer.
That lab report we did,
measuring the intelligence of the races
by filling skulls with birdseed?
Think about it, Henry.
My skull is half the size of Howie Phipps'.
So is everyone's. His head is huge.
And he's dumb as a bag of cement.
I don't want to think about it.
I just want to pass Eugenics
and never have to think about Eugenics again.
I'm sorry, Henry.
You just want to get good marks, and I'm not really helping.
Maybe you deserve a better study partner, like Gretchen.
I mean, I guess I could ask her.
She did win Most Aryan Girl and all.
But she bores me.
You don't.
You're the least boring person I've ever met.
Everything is better when you're around.
JENNIFER: Oh, God.
Gerhardt's.
Mom's dragging us girls there for new winter wardrobes.
Isn't that awful?
HENRY (over mic): I don't know if it's awful, but...
I think we should get back to studying?
(mic crackles)
HENRY: Hey, do you want to go
trick-or-treating with me on Halloween?
JENNIFER: I usually take Amy.
Only thing I know for sure is,
Mom will be wearing her Helen Smith mask.
She's back to playing the perfect Reich wife.
You know that cooking show she did?
But it's all an act.
My parents are at the top of the Nazi Party.
They're both dying inside.
My mom promised to help me get back
to the Neutral Zone someday, and I don't want to wait.
Jennifer, keep your voice low.
Shouldn't I walk you home?
HENRY (on recording): Do you want to go trick-or-treating with me
-on Halloween? -JENNIFER: I usually take Amy.
-Did we get it? -We got some of it.
...Mom will be wearing her Helen Smith mask.
(tape fast-forwards)
She's back to playing the perfect Reich wife.
You know that cooking show she did?
But it's all an act.
(tape rewinds)
(tape player clicks)
JENNIFER: Only thing I know for sure is,
Mom will be wearing her Helen Smith mask.
I don't like involving the kids.
BELLOWS: Kids see.
Kids hear, kids talk.
You know, mistresses are good, too.
-Smith have one? -Nah, he's too careful.
All right, well, we build a case file
on the whole family, till there are no more surprises.
-Then we can move. -Okay. Quiet.
JENNIFER: My mom promised to help me get back
to the Neutral Zone someday, and I don't want to wait.
HENRY: Jennifer, keep your voice...
RICHIE: The Reichsmarschall's daughter
wants to run off to the Zone.
Right, so we offer to help get her across the border,
and then she accepts our offer.
-WYATT: Then what? -We take her.
BELLOWS: We control her,
we control Smith.
I don't want to blackmail Smith, I want to kill him.
Wind the tape back.
Where she talks about going shopping.
JENNIFER: Gerhardt's.
Mom's dragging us girls there for new winter wardrobes.
Gerhardt's.
Helen Smith will be out in public.
Forget the girl.
We're staying on plan.
Is it a good book, Childan?
Well, it was a 1903 first edition until...
-Oh, dear. -Yeah.
I figured I might as well get some use out of it.
These books were always too precious to read before.
What's it about?
Uh, it's about a sled dog in the Yukon.
Ah. Dog story.
(chuckles) Yeah.
(clears throat) Buck, the dog, he, uh...
-he starts out as a family pet. -That's nice.
But he's forced to shed the veneer of civilization
and return to his primordial instincts.
I'd like to read that book.
I respect animals.
They know no shame.
They live for today.
I have something for you.
I repaired it while you slept.
Using the kintsugi method,
lacquer mixed with powdered gold.
Oh, Yukiko.
I know you can't sell it anymore,
but the anemones were too pretty to throw away.
No, it's-it's wabi-sabi, you know.
Nothing lasts, nothing's finished, nothing's perfect.
(door bell jingles)
-A customer. -No.
It... Just, it doesn't matter.
-(laughs) -Don't go. Don't go.
We need the business.
Officers.
Thank goodness. Have you found him?
We are here to take Robert Childan
to headquarters for questioning.
Mr. Childan has been missing since the auction.
We are relying on the police to find him.
NISHIDA: Two bowls.
One for me and one for customer.
Childan is here. Find him.
YUKIKO: He's not here.
You're wasting your time.
Leave him alone! He did nothing wrong!
-Shh... I'll be all right, Yukiko. -Childan!
Don't worry, everything's gonna be fine.
I know who to talk to. Don't worry.
No-- I'll be back, Yukiko.
(door opens, bell jingles)
(blues music playing softly)
WYATT: Can you imagine the movies
Raunchy Richie used this stuff for?
-I'd rather not. Thank you. -(chuckles)
(Wyatt exhales)
Um, I'm not sure if this kit is gonna get us past security.
JULIANA: Yeah, this stuff is cheap.
It's like greasepaint.
Consider the source, you know?
(chuckles)
JULIANA: Yeah. Hmm.
The wigs, I don't know.
Hmm.
My God, the furs are so...
Just think of the type of woman who moves
-in Helen Smith's orbit. -A lady of the Reich.
That's right.
A Park Avenue matron.
She looks right past security.
Well, they're nothing. It's her world.
They don't notice the lipstick, the wig.
They only see the gate.
Well, the right kind of woman, she could get right up close.
For how long? I don't know.
I'd need less than a minute.
But it has to be...
(tongue clicks) I mean, it has to hold up.
You-- not just to get in, but...
To get me out. I know.
All right.
Your turn.
-Huh? -Mm-hmm.
-Me? -You up to it?
(scoffs)
Sure, I've been playing a part for 20 years.
Yeah, I know you have.
Now you have to play another one.
Let us see.
(sighs)
Imagine, instead of becoming--
Can you hold that front?
...becoming this Wyatt Price,
you became a different man.
Hmm, I'd rather not.
You believe what you're told.
You put in your time.
Take what you're given.
Come on.
(clears throat)
Try not to think about how the hell you got here.
Well?
What do you see?
My father.
He worked in a lead mine.
I could smell the dust off him when he came home from work.
You know, it'd be easy to be this man.
You just have to give up.
(brakes squeaking)
(indistinct chatter)
Kido Taisa, you're a rational man.
I'm sure you can see that I had no possible motive
to collaborate with these terrorists.
-I know. -You know?
-Well, then, why... -You were their hostage, were you not?
Yes.
(clicking)
KIDO: Tell me about them.
CHILDAN: I don't know where they are now.
They were, uh... they were holed up in a warehouse.
We discovered the warehouse and searched it after they left.
I'm not interested in where they are.
I want to know who they are.
These people...
We have file cabinets full of intelligence on the BCR.
And we still do not know our enemy.
When these Negroes captured me,
I was, uh...
I was terrified.
I thought they were savages.
And now?
They're...
shrewder... than I thought.
Still savages. All of the...
the wildness...
that the Japanese refined out of us...
these Negroes, they...
they never let that go.
I have come to see that as a part
of the character of this country.
Perhaps this territory is like
a wild horse or dog that needs to be set free.
Or put down.
Then put it down,
Chief Inspector.
You can end it.
But only if your will to hold this territory
is greater than theirs.
CHILDAN: Equiano, Bell, Elijah, Benjy.
They were dishwashers.
Menial laborers.
Poets, artists.
And that room they kept me locked in,
I could hear them talking.
Their music, the smell of their food.
And the woman, Bell...
she talked about their history.
The Klan, the Reich,
the Japanese. To them...
you're just this week's enemy.
They've been fighting for 400 years.
And they'll fight for 400 more.
I think that's what scares me the most about them.
(distant explosion, shouts)
(whoops, laughs)
(laughter)
(explosions continue)
-(people screaming) -CHILDAN: Is that a ship?
(explosion)
(people screaming)
Take that!
-Yes! -(laughing)
Please come away from the window.
(Crown Princess screams)
(distant shouting, explosions)
-(explosions, screaming) -Get out of here. Go home.
(panicked chatter)
(distant explosion)
(panicked chatter)
(faint radio chatter)
(sirens wailing)
Admiral, we count 20 explosions across the city.
Not just San Francisco.
They've demolished key infrastructure
up and down the coast.
San Diego, Salinas and Long Beach have also been hit.
INOKUCHI: We have severely underestimated our enemy.
Your "army" failed, Saito.
Now they are starving us of fuel.
NISHIDA: Chief Inspector.
You would dare blame the army?
Yamori was right. Our weakness allowed
-the BCR to grow strong. -Yamori killed the one chance we had
for cease-fire and now... we have war.
DJ EVANGELINE (on radio): DJ Evangeline coming to you
live from from Resistance Radio with breaking news
from the JPS.
BELL: I speak for the Oakland Battalion
of the Black Communist Rebellion.
We claim responsibility for today's attacks
on the vital services,
Command and Control and oil infrastructure
of the Japanese occupiers.
We seek an autonomous territory
for black people on the West Coast.
And we will never quit.
And the Empire's oil will not flow
until we get our homeland.
All power to the people.
DJ EVANGELINE: All power to the people, indeed, Sister.
There you have it, direct from the BCR.
INOKUCHI: The situation is escalating.
We must evacuate the Crown Princess to Tokyo at once.
I will see to it.
(urgent chatter)
(plane passes overhead)
Before I go,
I must ask you to be truthful
with me one more time.
When I've made my report to the Emperor,
he will ask me one question.
(exhales)
And the answer I give...
will depend on what you report.
I understand, Your Highness.
Can we hold this territory?
I believe that in time...
with enough firepower and troops...
we can finish these Negro rebels.
But the price will be paid...
with the blood and souls of the sons of Japan.
(plane passes overhead)
I once felt that any price was worth paying.
We... can prevail, Crown Princess...
...but I no longer believe we should.
I realize...
what you've just said goes against
your every instinct.
For that, you have my respect, Taisa.
Rest assured...
I will bring your message to the Emperor.
♪ ♪
(engines start)
(jeep doors slamming)
BELL: We don't forget our fallen soldiers.
Cordelia Carter, Portland cell.
Laying down suppressive fire for her comrades...
Check this out, everyone.
Emperor's on TV.
It's live.
(Emperor speaking Japanese)
TRANSLATOR: To our good and loyal subjects,
after pondering the general trends of the world,
and conditions obtaining in our empire...
I've never seen so much as a picture of him
on TV before.
(Emperor speaking Japanese)
TRANSLATOR: I am effecting a settlement
of the present situation by resorting
to an extraordinary measure.
-What's he getting at? -(Emperor speaking Japanese)
TRANSLATOR: We declared war on America to ensure
Japan's self-preservation...
...it being far from our thought...
(echoing): to infringe on the sovereignty
of other nations or to embark upon
territorial aggrandizement.
Our North American Occupation
has lasted for nearly 20 years.
Despite the best that has
been done by everyone...
-What is this? -...the gallant efforts...
HELEN: Just... watch.
...and naval forces...
-This is history. -...continuing occupation
has developed not necessarily to Japan's advantage.
Should we continue to devote our precious resources
to occupying the Japanese Pacific States,
it would threaten the protection
-of the Japanese homeland. -It's happening.
(Emperor speaking Japanese)
TRANSLATOR: This is the reason I have ordered
-the strategic withdrawal... -(whispered outbursts)
...of our occupying forces from the JPS.
We done did it, baby.
We did it.
It's more than we ever dreamed.
I am keenly aware of the inmost feelings
of all of you...
my subjects.
However, I have resolved to redeploy
our awesome might and manpower
from our North American territories
to the front lines of the escalating Asian conflict.
Let our entire nation continue as one family,
ever firm in its faith
of the imperishableness of our Imperial State.
(television shuts off)
"Bide your time."
Isn't that what you said?
We're gonna be one country again.
Soon.