I have a bad feeling about him.
He's playing us like a fiddle.
We can't trust him.
You think he let himself be captured
intentionally?
He shot Travis in the face.
He's the only way we get to Hitler.
Two days ago, you wanted to disappear.
Now you want to stay?
You said, if we find Hitler, it absolves everything.
All our failures. All our sins.
I'll lead you right to him.
I swear.
Can we trust you, Joe?
Trust me?
They fucking abandoned me!
They never even looked for me!
And you're wondering if you can trust me?
Clara, Clara, Clara, stop. Listen.
I'll tell you anything you want to know.
- What, what, what, what? - Anything at all.
What could you possibly say?
I know, I know you're scared. I know you're scared.
Look, those people, those people were monsters.
- You think it's them that scare me? - They're monsters.
It's you.
I saw you, I saw what you're capable of.
What are you talking about?
Those men were Nazis, Clara, actual Nazis.
- Real Nazis. - No, I know, I know.
And-and the police should be called.
Or the courts or the press
- or the military... - They know!
They all know. And they've done nothing.
Nothing! Do you understand?
That's... the whole... that's the point.
This...
This is why I have to...
- Kill people by your own hand? - Nazis!
I hunt them down and I kill them.
Because if not me, then who?
I... I kept it from you.
I kept it from you. That was wrong.
All right?
But it's only because it's almost over.
- Over? - Yes. That's it.
- Just one more, and it's done. - One more...
kill?
One more. I promise.
You think I like doing this?
From what I saw today...
...I actually do.
What you saw today
was me doing whatever necessary to fucking save you!
I saved me!
By appealing to another person's humanity.
Not by stealing it from them in cold blood.
You chose violence.
No, I chose justice while the whole world looks the other way.
But guess what. We can't.
We...
...won't.
We don't have the choice,
the luxury of just looking the other way like you do.
Did you really...
murder a child...
in Spain?
It was an accident.
Oh, my God.
This Nazi used his own grandson.
Your sweet soul.
- It's still here. - No, no, no.
- It's gone. - It's still here.
It's gone. And of all the terrible I saw today...
...that was the worst.
That was the worst.
Stop, Clara, stop, stop, please.
- This is one more. - No...
- It's almost over. - No, it's not. That's a lie.
I'm not lying to you.
I know. I know.
But you're lying to yourself.
I can't marry a murderer.
- I can't love a monster. - Listen to me.
Clara, please. Clara. Clara.
Clara!
An SS roll lists
a Matthias Kern, unaccounted for.
I saw a Matthias Kern
in the INS files.
Yes, here.
You all right, Ruthie?
Just fine. Thank you.
We may have something.
I spoke with a former colleague at MI6.
She believes the agency have located
Hauptsturmführer Pietr Hartmann.
Hartmann?
And Linus Rounds. Elgar Wittbeck.
Gunther Domshron.
- Jackpot. - Well, it would be
had they not been found in the Buenos Aires morgue.
- What? - Seven mysterious deaths
of elderly German nationals over the past four months
in Buenos Aires.
Argentinian authorities
are keeping it mum.
Do you think there's a band? Like ours? Hunting Nazis?
My contact believes it's one man.
A lone wolf.
Wiping these Nazis out and leaving not even a fingerprint.
He could have a trove of information that could unlock
everything for us.
So we travel to South America.
And we find this lone wolf.
Told you she'd be a problem.
She's just shaken.
And what about you?
Were you shaken the night your grandmother was murdered?
Did you run?
As I understand it, you turned that grief into action.
It is not faith that separates you from Clara.
It's character.
Are we...
Are we monsters?
Help me lay her down.
Roxy.
Easy, easy.
Rox. Rox, are you okay?
- They got the bullet out. - Give her room.
- Yeah, do you need anything? You all right? - What do you need?
Nothing. Yes, I'm fine, I'm fine.
- What the fuck? - Lonny...
- Stop. Stop. Stop. - Hey, hey, hey, hey!
- Put it down! - Lonny, put the gun down, okay?
Put it down and we'll explain.
He killed Georges. He tried to kill Roxy,
and for some reason he's still fucking breathing.
He's our only way of getting to Hitler.
Do you understand?
All right.
I'm gonna shoot Joe now.
- Please. - Lonny, stop.
Look at what you did to me.
Do you know how long I looked for you?
How many months I scoured the city?
How many VA hospitals I visited?
I knew you wouldn't just leave.
- Roxy. - No. - No, no, Roxy.
He tried to kill you.
It wasn't him.
I'm sorry.
We must move quickly.
When Joe doesn't return, Hitler will know that his men
failed him.
He'll be waiting for us with an army.
This is our one chance to find Hitler.
Our one chance to keep the promise
we made to the memories of the six million.
Never again.
All right, come on.
Okay.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
Ah. I just...
Lonny, I just wanted to be able to see him with my own two eyes.
So one day I could tell Malika
her mommy rid evil from this world.
You're not expendable.
Not like me.
You have to be here for her.
- I was thinking... - Why?
Why ruin a glorious day?
With your thinking.
Don't start.
That's what you do. You think...
...and you scheme.
Every scheme I've conjured
has been to your extreme benefit, Adolf.
- Every? - Yes.
And a simple...
...thank you.
An acknowledgement. Would it kill you?
You would love that.
If something kills me.
Regime changes are necessary
for the success of a Fourth Reich.
Our base is getting younger,
more ignorant.
My specialty.
It was.
Until you failed.
You are a loser, Adolf.
You lost.
You cannot come back from that.
But your name still means something.
And if you had a son or a daughter,
they could run on your name, carry your mantle.
Luckily for you...
...you have a wife.
Mrs. Hitler.
We create a movement. We...
we reach them with a weapon more powerful
than a nuclear bomb.
With me...
...as their new leader.
A woman of tomorrow.
A mother...
for every lost child of the world.
Across the globe, famed historians...
...write of all I have created.
With my hands, my heart,
my mastermind
I have constructed
a new world, and in all of these books
is your undeserving name next to mine.
Next to mine.
Marrying me was your best accomplishment.
And somehow you're convinced that you deserve more.
You are...
...just a throw I lie next to.
Why don't you listen...
...to what always...
...have saved you?
My voice!
W... Why are we going east?
[over radio] We should be going west, no?
No. You're turned around.
You said west.
You misheard me.
I know where he is.
If Joe so much as blinks suspiciously,
we take him out.
Feels familiar, no?
Like the first time we met?
So... these are all of them?
Yes.
So, the question is, how does this assassin
disappear from the crime scenes so quickly?
How does he do it?
I believe you're about to tell me.
Of course I am. He hits his targets at different locations.
See? Different MOs,
but they all have one thing in common.
Each of the kill sites is bordering woodland.
A dense forest made up of a series of trails
and centrally located here.
Images show a structure here, a home.
This is where I believe we will find our Nazi hunter.
There it is.
Meyer.
Who are you, and what do you want?
No, lower the knife, please.
Lower the knife.
I may lower it into her aorta if I don't like your answer.
Meyer.
Tell me why you're here and what you want,
or I will slit her throat.
We're here for you, for your help.
We have a group of individuals just like yourself.
We capture and we deliver
justice to fugitive Nazis.
Look. Oh, look.
Look, look.
See?
My name is Meyer Offerman.
That's not possible. I knew Meyer Offerman.
How?
Meyer Offerman loved my sister.
Chava?
All right.
Hmm.
Ah. I need that.
Thank you.
Bitteschon.
You know, she long thought that--
well, we all have-- that you died.
Hmm?
Hmm. What if we have, Meyer?
What if this is our heaven?
Hunting them.
What if this is our reward?
There's still too much pain.
Join us.
We do what you do.
Let us take you to America.
- To see her. - I can't.
No. I can fund your efforts.
- I don't need it. - We have access
to all sorts
- of documentation... - I said no.
How long have you known that Ruth was alive?
Hmm?
Twenty years.
I know what her home looks like in Brooklyn.
It looked a bit like ours.
I know what happened to her daughter.
Your daughter.
I know she has a grandson...
...Jonah, who is her world entire.
I know I miss her.
Then why...
why haven't you told her?
If she knew what I'd become,
she would stop me from this work.
She always wanted to protect me.
That was her job.
But this is mine.
I like who I am now.
I like what I've become.
Chava?
She died many, many years ago.
The work is all...
it's all I have now.
You will not tell her you saw me.
Chava, it...
It is not your truth to tell, Meyer.
I-I understand.
I promise I... I won't.
I won't tell her.
I promise.
Don't you think
she deserves to know the truth?
Ruth deserves a lot of things.
But so, too, does Chava.
You know, a person deserves to tell their own story,
however true, however not.
But we shall pray for Chava.
Why?
She doesn't see clearly.
It's the curse of the saint.
All the light sees is darkness.
And so, that's what she thinks she is.
When all we see of her is light.
When you've been broken too many times,
when one goes too far to cope,
to survive...
one knows not where the mind goes.
We rest for a beat.
Gather our strength.
When I...
When I first escaped the camps...
...I heard a story,
a legend, a...
...fairy tale about a man
who... who lived in the woods,
the Nazis called "The Plague."
A Jewish superhero...
...who vanished Nazis from the face of this Earth.
And years and years later, I came across The Plague.
And I fell in love with him.
And we spent the next two decades
killing Nazis, me and Zev.
Until one day he...
...he put down the mask and the cape.
And I could not.
He would have loved this.
He always said, if I ever found Hitler,
he would don the mask and cape once more and shuttle him out.
Didn't Zev say that?
Well.
One day...
...around a campfire,
or at bedtime or-or in the dark of the wood,
the oppressed peoples of the world
will tell stories about you.
A band of superheroes.
And you, too, will become the stuff of legend...
...fairy tale,
a myth.
If only we succeed.
I think this is it.
What do you mean, "this is it"?
This is what?
Give him a hand.
Help him. Let's-let's help him.
What the hell?
What is that thing?
It's an escape hatch, in case he has to flee again.
It could lead us into his compound.
There's a system of tunnels.
- Where does it empty out? - I don't know.
So, it could lead us out into a bunch of guns in our faces.
Are the tunnels guarded?
- I don't know. - How do you not
- know these things? - What's the Spanish word for "this sucks"?
Well, how far is the front entrance?
They'll see us coming from miles away.
This is the way.
It's locked from the inside.
How the fuck are we going to get in?
I got this.
A little bit of C-4 should do the trick.
All right. Take cover.
Cover your ears! Better safe than sorry!
Shall we?
Travis and Joe should be back soon.
They better have Jew scalps in hand.
I'm bored.
I'd like to play a game.
What?
You have other plans?
I'll let you win.
You will not let me win.
I will win.
"You will win."
Do you remember who told you that?
In the bunker.
No.
"You will win."
You.
Will.
Win.
Goat.
Pistol.
Wolf.
Schoolboy.
Black sun.
- And bunny rabbit. - Who said that to you, Adolf?
In the bunker, who was it, dear?
Check it.
You wanted the cyanide pill.
You begged for it.
On your knees. And what did I say?
"This isn't how Adolf Hitler dies.
This isn't how the war ends."
I said, "Don't do it.
We'll get away.
We'll make them think we're dead,
then we'll escape.
And we'll rebuild. And one day, my dear...
...you will win the war.
You will win."
That's what I fucking said!
Check them.
You said "goat"?
Gun?
Wolf.
Schoolboy.
Black sun.
And bunny rabbit.
All wrong, Adolf.
I have been playing your game for 35 years.
You finally want to win?
It's time that you played mine.
I know how Adolf Hitler wins.
He instills the crown on my head.
And I communicate through the youth,
the ignorant, the people.
The people!
And you'll hear.
On their TVs, all across the world.
Heil Hitler.
Heil Hitler, forever.
I will carry on your rule.
Listen to me now, like you did then.
My voice saved you.
My voice saves the great white race.
Hey. Slow down.
Hey!
I think we're here.
- Where's here? - I think a clearing
just outside of the compound's center.
You think? Jesus Christ.
I'll go in first.
You follow. The guards will see you.
When they do,
they'll rush him to the bunker, beneath the big house.
That'll give you the best chance to get close enough to kill him.
But if he gets to the bunker before we do...
...no amount of C-4 will get through those walls.
So we need to move quickly.
You'll go in alone,
draw their attention and give us some time.
And then take our stand and get to the bunker before he does.
You trust him to go alone?
We made it this far. We're not leaving here without Hitler.
Not without that monster's
mustache on a fucking pike.
Go.
I hope you're right about him.
Good morning, Claudia!
Good morning, Joe.
Welcome back.
You bring anything for us?
Hans...
...in a few seconds armed enemies will enter...
...right through here.
...they're just behind me.
They're coming for the Führer.
Hurry!
Sound the alarm!
On my count...
One...
Two...
Three!
Mindy, get down.
Let's go to the mansion. It's up there.
Intruders!
Coming now! Now!
What's happening?
Intruders!
Coming now! Now!
Mein Führer, apologies,
we have to get you to the bunker immediately.
Come.
More are coming, three o'clock.
I can't do "o'clocks." Where?!
To the right, schmuck!
Fuck!
Harriet, we got to go!
Everybody back to the tunnel, now!
We don't know if they got him yet.
Joe!
I couldn't get the shot.
- All right. - All right.
Get him inside, now!
You get in that fucking door.
You make him pay his debt, you understand?
Don't look back.
- I'll cover you. - No, no, no, no, no, no.
We're taking him together.
You were right, Jonah.
Family is everything.
I won't let anything happen to you.
I can't. Chava, I can't.
Listen to me.
In a few weeks, we'll be at your wedding,
drunk off our asses...
No. No, don't. Don't...
Hey, it's okay.
It's okay.
Next, Mein Fuhrer.
Now go, you little twat.
Fly!
Ah!
No! No!
No, no!
You...
You don't deserve to choose how this ends.
You need to be held accountable
for the crimes that you've committed.