Joe killed Georges and shot Roxy.
- We have to get her to the hospital! - Joe! He just fucking...
Wait, wait, if we take her to a hospital, they're gonna see
- the bullet wound... - No, she's gonna bleed out
if we don't! We're taking her to the fucking hospital!
All right, we got to go.
We got to go!
I got you, Roxy.
- Come on... we got to go. - There's a hospital
- ten miles down the road. We passed it on the way over. - Whoa!
Wh-Wh-Whoa! Where are you going?!
To get Clara!
Get in the car! Lonny, now!
Now!
That's right, you look at me. You look...
How's she doing?
Not so good.
Just-just keep her alive, all right?
Keep her alive.
They killed Georges.
- What? - They-they shot Roxy.
- Georges is dead? - What?!
- They took Clara. - Who? Who?
- Joe. - Joe?
And Travis.
Tr-Travis is...
He's doing life in Poughkeepsie.
Yeah, well, he's here now.
They're all here.
Georges should've been more careful.
Idiot.
All right.
They have Clara.
All right? The...
the van that they took her in
had its windows covered with a newspaper.
Uh, Diario Villa Sonora?
It's a local paper.
Villa Sonora is a small village.
It's about an hour away.
Okay. Well, we have to go. Now.
- We're not going anywhere. - No.
No, no, no.
- We have to go. Come on. - They are using her as bait!
- I don't care if they're using her as bait. - We are not going!
- We have to go. Come on. - Ima... we must go.
Thirty years. Thirty years I've been searching for this man.
We are closer now than ever.
Our responsibility is to the six million,
- not to his shiksa girlfriend! - I'm not gonna just let them kill her.
- This is bigger than you, Jonah. - Family is
more important. That is what you said.
I am your family!
I am your only family!
You dare speak of family?
Georges was your family.
Ima, he called you. Mother.
Years he spent by your side.
E-Even after Maz died and-and Sofi was killed
and Zev left, Georges stuck by you.
And now he's dead, and you just... you just brush him away
like he was shit on your shoe.
Your blood may run a little bit colder than mine, dear Ima,
but one life lost today is more than enough.
We find the girl first.
Or you can go and hunt Hitler all on your lonesome.
Cowards.
Cowards, all.
Your safta would be ashamed.
As would your father.
You're scared of me?
You were gonna marry Jonah, and you're scared of me?
Do you know how many people he's killed?
He shot them, slit their throats,
electrocuted 'em?
Hell, I heard he even killed a little boy,
an innocent child,
just... eight years old.
You, my dear, have been sharing a bed,
a life
with a cold-blooded murderer.
You never...
felt it?
When he was inside you?
Please...
Who wouldn't come running for you?
They need you.
You always were a bookworm, huh?
Your-your contacts surely delivered.
There's mountains of this.
I know you'll find even more.
Money buys you a lot of things in this world, Ruth.
Other things.
Where is the...
where's the brilliant matchmaker
Hilda Hoffman sending you now?
To find a man she says
could be the key to our success.
Her finest recruit yet, she says.
A man who has quietly
wiped dozens of Nazis in Europe from this Earth.
Hilda has no photos of him.
No records.
Just a name, Tomas Arndt.
He's in Germany, so...
Germany?
I'll be back, end of the week.
Why don't you make yourself comfortable, Ruth?
Take your shoes off.
Make yourself at home.
But this is not my home, Meyer.
I would not mistake it as such,
and you should not mistake me.
You travel safe.
No, no, no, you will be okay.
Lonny, I can't keep her awake.
I'm-I'm going as fast as I can!
The guards turn shifts at 2:00 a.m.
Carl, Eddie, Learah,
you need to be at the southwest gate at five minutes till.
Any longer, and the guards will get suspicious,
you understand?
That's when I'll head to Imani's cell,
pick the lock, and usher her out through the north gate.
AJ, you'll be there with the van at 2:21.
You don't idle, you don't stop. You understand?
This has to be perfect,
- like clockwork. -
And then we drive as far
north as we can.
Hmm?
They locked an innocent woman up,
and I won't let my sister die in that jail cell.
Help!
Help, please!
Somebody! ¡Ayúdame!
Why is it so quiet?
I don't know.
It's Sunday. They're at church.
Do you remember anything more?
Uh, dark gray van. Dodge Ram. No license plate.
Ask around about the car.
See if anyone knows anything.
Millie and I will take the western edge.
They're not fond of outsiders here. You must be careful.
We'll be fine.
What is it?
I did something.
What are you talking about?
Before we came here,
I, uh...
There was this b...
There was this bishop we were prosecuting.
He collaborated with the Nazis in Lithuania.
And he got off?
We didn't even go to trial.
And you couldn't let that stand.
And they know I did it.
- Oh, no, Millie... - They know.
And it's just a matter of time before they find me.
- So I need to go. - No.
- I need to go. I need to disappear. - No, you can't, no.
No. I know what it is to disappear.
I know what it is to spend one's whole life running.
But I can assure you that running forever
gets you absolutely nowhere.
Was it wrong?
Oh... no.
You did God's work.
And that's the thing. I don't...
I've been feeling in my heart like I didn't,
like I failed His test.
- He was a bishop... - No. He wore a hat and a robe.
A costume, but he was no bishop. He was a Nazi.
Listen to me.
You... you think what you did was a sin?
What you did was a blessing.
You did it for my father.
You did it for me.
Millie, you are not going to hell.
- Harriet... - You are not
going to hell.
One great deed
can outweigh it all.
Can purge every sin.
One great deed.
Finding Hitler?
You are not going to hell,
and you are not going to jail.
You are not going anywhere but with me.
You understand?
Auf Wiedersehen.
- Ah. - Hello.
Hallo.
I am looking for Tomas Arndt.
Yeah?
- Tomas... - Yes.
...is visiting his parents in Hungary.
- He'll be back on Friday. - Ah. Oh.
Can I help with something?
Do you want to leave a message?
Oh. No, thank you.
- I'm an old friend. - Mm.
I'll-I'll stop by on Friday, then.
- Very good. - Thanks.
Pull!
Pull.
Are you out of your mind?
Is that a question?
You think you're going to fly over
Washington or London or Moscow
and drop a nuclear weapon?
Would you prefer to stay here and look out at the dirt
and rocks every day...
...until we slowly wither and die?
Perhaps death will come sooner than that.
You failed in America, darling.
I gave you every opportunity and untold millions.
You were brought to your knees...
...and not in the way you became famous for during the war.
And now your little Jews are here...
...and our little toys must clean up your mess.
You bomb one of those cities,
and they will do everything in their power to find us
and annihilate us before we even have another chance.
Eva...
...I killed more people in six years and one day...
...than Genghis Khan killed in 200 years.
And they lifted not a finger to find me.
I will get the bomb, my dear.
And then you watch and learn what one does with real power.
Says the man in a safari suit
shooting aimlessly at clay pigeons
in a dusty wasteland surrounded by dirt
and shit.
I don't have anything to do with this.
Whatever Sam is doing...
Jonah, whatever his name is.
Please. Please.
My parents have money.
I could...
They-they could...
...wire you a lot of money
- if-if you just let me go. - I don't care about money.
- What do you care about? - Stop.
Can't.
Can't stop talking when I'm nervous,
and I'm fucking scared to death.
Are you going to kill me?
My name is Clara.
I'm from outside Crowsborough, near London.
Hop and a skip, really.
And I'm a student.
And I'm scared right now.
Who are you?
Where are you from?
Just...
Just talk to me.
What's your name?
Stop talking.
What's your name?
Stop talking.
She could already be dead, you know that.
I don't know that.
We're wasting our time here.
We scour the town before we go.
- And if we don't find the van? - Well, we will.
I would say, "Love makes us do treacherous things."
Mwah. But this isn't love.
You don't actually love her.
What the hell do you know about love?
You think love is sharing a life with someone.
Hanging on to them, no matter what comes your way.
No, kindeleh.
Real love is being without them
to protect them.
I came to Argentina with the love of my life.
And when Zev put me before the mission,
before finding Hitler, I ended it
because I knew he would risk his life for me,
and I couldn't have that.
It was like chopping off a limb.
If you loved her, truly loved her,
you would have ended it
because we both know that the greatest threat to Clara
is you.
Nothing.
We should go.
Wait, there... there was a flower.
Travis tossed it from the van. I thought it was a taunt.
Might've been a clue.
Hey, good afternoon! Welcome.
How can I help you?
He's getting flowers for his girlfriend.
- Ah. - But... mm...
Do you have a van?
Excuse me?
Do you have a van?
No.
How do you make deliveries?
On my bicycle.
On your bicycle.
It's a small town.
Mm.
Excuse me.
Jonah, what'd the flower look like?
It was purple.
Purple.
Jonah.
This?
Yeah, that's it.
Who brings you these flowers?
- Uh... - Answer the question.
They're from a small flower farm.
Los Olmos.
Where's the farm?
Tell me now. Now!
Ojo de Agua Road.
He's just scared.
Gracias.
Welcome to Zuch's, sir.
Can I get you anything?
Ah.
The weisswurst is fresh.
- No. - We're doing pork necks.
- Three for a Deutschmark. - No, I'm fine, I'm fine.
- I was just looking. - Ah.
- You are a tourist? - Well, I am,
uh, from America, so...
I like your hat.
My hat? What hat?
- Thank you. - Mm.
Ah.
Come here.
- Oh, what? - Come on. I won't bite.
Oh, please.
Oh, no. I-I don't want any. No...
Go on. You'll fall in love. I promise.
Well, then I have to.
Mmm.
It is good.
- I'll take a pint, uh, please. - Of course.
So, how long have you worked here?
Hmm, about... 20 years?
- Oh, please. No. - Mm-hmm.
- You're joking. - No. I was five
when my mother let me sweep the scraps from the floor,
ten when I started at the register,
and just last week I became a manager.
It's been in the family for two generations.
Anja, enough chatting.
The freezer needs cleaning.
Of course, Mom.
You should've done this already.
She's lovely, your daughter.
Thank you.
So, the... the goulash, that is all you're taking with you?
What? Uh...
No.
Uh...
Sir?
Sir,
I don't have all day.
I'll take half dozen, uh, ribs.
This is pork.
- It's pork? Well, I'll try it. - Yeah.
Yeah? It's good? Okay.
It's a beautiful shop you have here.
Oh, thank you. Yeah, my parents built it, and then,
when they died, I took it over.
- Yeah? - Ah.
- I'm sorry about your parents. - Oh.
It was long time ago.
In the war?
No, no, no, no, no, no.
My father, it was a heart attack,
and my mother
from a broken heart.
Oh. Well...
That does usually happen
when the two people have been together and one dies.
No, no, no. No, it wasn't from the death of my father.
It was from the death of my brother.
He was older than me,
and I idolized him.
Until I learned what he became.
So it's, um...
- Ah. The goulash. - Yes.
Yeah. So...
Ten marks, please. Deutschmarks.
- Oh, yes. - Yeah.
Yeah, danke.
Well, thank you.
It's very good to have met you.
Sorry if I was a little in-intrusive.
No, no.
You're from America, right?
I always wanted to go there.
Maybe California.
Maybe try surfing.
Have you surfed?
I don't know why I think every American surfs.
I...
- I live near the desert. - Wow.
There's a desert?
Didn't know that.
I grew up the complete opposite.
It rains every day where I'm from.
What do you do in-in the desert?
Your-your parents have a swimming pool or something?
I had a dirt bike.
How did you get from the desert
to... this?
It's what I'm supposed to do.
You're supposed to kidnap me?
Kill me?
Why?
I didn't do anything.
You're no Nazi.
You must know that.
You-You've got to know that.
You can remember.
You can tell your brain to remember.
- No. Wait, please. Can I... - No.
Can I just have some water first?
Please.
Thank you. Thank you. I...
I am so, so
very grateful for you.
Mmm.
Thank you.
No.
No! No!
No. No. Please. No.
What happened to her?
There was a car accident. Some shrapnel impaled her.
- Shrapnel? - Yeah.
We heard about a shooting at the Palladio.
It was a car accident.
- I told you. - She needs blood.
- Get her blood! - She's lost a lot of blood.
We have to operate right now.
You want to be a hero?
Be a mother.
Do you have something to say?
Do you?
How about, "Thank you, Dad, for saving my ass
- again"? - So, you're okay
with your innocent daughter being held
- on trumped-up charges in jail? - No, but I'm
certainly not okay with my other daughter joining her.
Not when she's got a baby girl at home who needs her.
Do you know how selfish that is?
Selfish?
I'm doing everything I can to get my big sister out of prison.
I'm putting everything on the line for Imani.
What are you doing, Daddy?
What... What...
I'm mortgaging the house and hiring lawyers.
I'm filing habeas corpus petitions.
I'm involving the courts, enlisting the press.
I'm doing it the right way, the legal way.
Well, even if you do all of that, it won't help.
There is nothing right or legal or fair
about what happened to Imani, Daddy.
You don't think I know that?
Do you know how many times I've been arrested for protests
and sit-ins and
languished in a cell and bled
and cried and lost
so you wouldn't have to?
So that my two little girls could have a life
where they could see the sun,
where they could smile and be free
and have joy
and become anything they wanted in the whole world.
And now you want to play
like you're BLA? Oh, geez.
Thank God you were smart enough not to carry weapons on you.
I'm just trying to do right, Daddy.
You always have.
Since you were a little girl.
Every cause became yours.
And Malika is my greatest cause.
I'm just trying to make the world better for her.
See, that's the thing, sweetheart.
You are her world.
And when you try and save the world,
you're putting her world at risk.
Listen, your friend has a serious wound.
Her artery could burst. This isn't an operating room.
- Make do. - I only have local anesthetic...
Make fucking do.
You want to be a hero?
Be a mother.
Give her joy.
Give her a future. Be there for her.
Because if she loses you...
She has a daughter.
Okay? A little girl.
Where were you last night?
I was out.
If she loses you...
She won't lose me.
Saving the world?
Yeah.
But I will always come home.
You know that, right?
I will always come home.
One day you'll see,
and when you do,
I fear it'll be too late.
Mother.
I thought it was you. When I saw her in our shop...
I thought I had traveled back in time.
She looks just like you, Mother.
An odd place to come.
Tomas.
You are as good as Hilda said you are.
I must say, you're a ghost for-for real.
Takes one to see one.
So...
how about it? We-We're putting, uh,
together a small group in New York City to hunt
down escaped Nazis,
bring 'em to... to justice.
Is that right?
What, you think I'd fly eight hours in the sky
to jest with you?
And who will bring you in, Meyer?
I beg your pardon?
You come to Germany,
all this way,
and you visit the gravestone
of the parents of one Wilhelm Zuchs.
A man who destroyed your world.
Yes, so? What?
- What? - We put stones.
Jews put stones on graves,
not flowers.
- I was thinking the... - Stones...
do not die. Stones do not wither.
Stones are permanent, like memories.
Like the memory of everyone that you murdered, Wilhelm.
You think I don't know that?
If only you weren't so good.
Some ghosts
need to stay hidden.
Look away.
Forgive me, Mother.
No, no, please, no.
No, no, no, please, no!
Hey.
- What? - Erik saw a car approaching.
It's time.
Okay.
Let's go in.
It's showtime.
Now.
- We got to go! - No!
It's a fucking ambush!
Fuck...
Fucker!
Millie!
Go!
Aah!
I'm going up.
Get up. Move over there, go!
I've got him!
Hey, Jonah.
Coming out!
Now, I will fucking kill her,
unless you put your guns down, huh?
Huh?
I'm not lowering my gun.
Hi, Jonah.
Lower your fucking weapon, huh?
We're leaving,
or she dies.
Clara. Clara, it's gonna be okay.
Okay? Take me.
You wanted me? Take me.
- I have a shot. - Don't-don't fucking shoot.
- Harriet. - However, I have Joe. Take him.
- Do not shoot. - I am gonna fucking kill her!
Do not shoot!
- I have a fucking shot. - Step the fuck back!
- Take him out! - Do not!
You wanted me? Take me.
Take him!
Step the fuck back!
- Jonah! - Don't fucking shoot!
Don't fucking shoot!
Put it down! Put it down!
Put it down! Don't move! Don't you fucking move!
- Down, down, down. - Clara, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.
No, get off me! Get the fuck off me!
But-but wait-wait-wait, wait.
Is anyone else here?
No.
You fucking shot Roxy.
Is she dead?
Maybe.
What happened to you?
I...
I don't know.
Get up.
Stand up.
Harriet.
What?
I know where Hitler is.
I can take you to him.
Ooh... ooh ♪
♪ Goodbye, my love, happy life, my love ♪
♪ I'm tired and I just can't take no more ♪
Tired of being tough ♪
'Cause enough is enough ♪
♪ This time I'm really headed for the door ♪
♪ You better believe I'm gonna let my heart do the walking ♪
Whoo... hoo ♪
Walk me in to something good ♪
So good, so good ♪
♪ I'm gonna let my heart do the walking ♪
- Do the walking ♪ - ♪ Oh, there ain't no make believin' ♪
My heart's set on leavin' ♪
♪ You take my very best and give me less ♪
♪ I'm tired and I just can't take no more ♪
Your love is unstable ♪
♪ Darling, while I'm able, gonna ease on out the door ♪
♪ You better believe I'm gonna let my heart do the walking ♪
Whoo... hoo ♪
Walk me in to something good ♪
♪ I'm gonna let my heart do the walking ♪
- Do the walking ♪ - Oh, I never thought ♪