Meyer Offerman.
My deepest sorrows about your grandmother.
Oh, God.
Your safta and I were
in the camps together.
If you ever need anything at all,
you come to me.
Here's what I know.
I know you went looking for the person
who killed your grandma.
And I think you didn't do it alone.
She would never let us pursue anyone
without her verification.
- Pursue who? - Goddamn
grade A Nazis.
We made a vow.
We would find these criminals ourselves
and bring God's justice
to their doorstep.
And on the second day,
God created The Hunters,
an elite team hungry for Nazi slaughter.
Okay, we are live.
Showtime.
This is bigger than anyone realizes.
They are among us,
and they have plans.
I'm offering you another path.
To create a task force
to locate and prosecute Nazis in the U.S.
and abroad.
A Black woman and a Jewish broad
being the stuff of Nazis' nightmares.
Who's that? The Wolf.
The monster in my story
still haunts me to this day.
I must pray for him...
Before I kill him.
The Wolf.
I ****ing found him.
The kaddish. Before you...
Before you killed him, you didn't...
you didn't say it.
It's you.
You're Wilhelm Zuchs. You're...
The Wolf.
They're everywhere.
Jews will not replace us.
- Jews will not replace us. - They're gonna keep coming.
This is why we have to do what is wrong.
Agent Morris,
she will hunt us
while we hunt them.
Then perhaps we don't hunt them in America.
Eastern Europe loves Lonny Flash.
How is he? The boy?
Well, you'll see for yourself soon enough.
It begins now.
The Fourth Reich.
Heil Hitler.
Sieg heil.
I'm hungry, Eva, darling.
Time to eat, Adolf.
The old hometown ♪
Looks the same ♪
As I step down ♪
From the train ♪
♪ And there to meet me...
An opus, darling.
Magnum.
Thank you.
Happy Von Glooten's Day.
Ja.
And to you...
A Happy Von Glooten's Day.
♪ Lips like cherries, it's good ♪
- ♪ To touch the green, green grass ♪ - Happy Von Glooten's Day!
Of home ♪
Happy Von Glooten's Day!
Yes, they'll all ♪
Come to meet me ♪
Arms reaching ♪
Smiling sweetly ♪
It's good to touch ♪
The green, green grass ♪
Of ♪
Home ♪
Ja?
Happy Von Glooten's Day!
Those butter sculptures are to die for.
My wife won last year.
Von Glooten's Day 1971 Butter Sculptor of the Year.
She did a butter Brady Bunch.
Here's the story of a man named Brady.
Your English
is King's.
Have you lived in Von Glooten all your life?
All 66 years.
And you?
Oh, no, no. I'm just here for work.
How long have you owned this shop?
It's been in my family for generations.
That's curious because
when I walked in, I saw
on the door frame an indentation,
the size of a peculiar item
they call a mezuzah.
The Jews,
they put it on their doors
to signify a contract between them
and their God to-to publicize to the world that this
is a Jew home or a Jew shop.
Made many people's lives and jobs much easier.
Are you a Jew, sir?
I'm sorry?
Are you a Jew?
No.
Are...
you a Jew?
I'm not a Jew.
Isn't that what a Jew would say?
Jews can hide in plain sight.
- Jews are very resourceful. - Why are you...
It's 1972.
Hmm. Still, the inquiry is timeless.
I think I'd like you to leave.
I-I mentioned I'm here for work.
Not "here" generally.
Here, specifically, at...
Von Glooten Candy Shop.
At this very counter.
On business.
What... kind of business?
Quality control.
I-I am not who you think I am.
I swear.
Well, that leaves us quite the conundrum.
Before the war, this town was home
to 1,000 Jews.
There were orders for them to be deported
July 22, 1942,
but they just disappeared.
Poof.
Perhaps... they put on a cross,
took their mezuzahs down, and became Christians,
but Christians they cannot be.
A rat cannot be a lion, can it?
So, I ask you one final time...
are you a Jew?
- No. - Then where are they?
It's hard to remem...
Let me help you remember.
The mayor, the-the doctor,
the butcher, even the schoolteachers,
they rounded the Jews up, and they...
placed them in the great barn, and they, um,
locked the doors,
and then they handed them over to the Nazis,
and the Nazis, the Nazis put them on railcars
to the concentration camps.
Ja.
Ja, ja.
Ja, ja, ja, ja, ja.
Das ist gut.
Wunderbar, wunderbar.
- So, this was a... - A Jew's shop.
Hence the mezuzah.
After the Nazis liquidated them, I took the shop over.
Of course, one can't just
leave jujubes unattended to.
And business, well, has been...
- A-booming? Yes. - Right.
Well done, well done.
Well, thank you, friend.
It's a pleasure doing business with you.
Ah, Marcia, Marcia, Marcia.
Jews can hide in plain sight.
Jews are very resourceful.
I'm here because of a ghost
who passed through this town
at war's end.
There's a rail line a few miles away.
Lets out in the Port of Genoa, hmm?
Where was he going?
I-I don't know of what you speak.
I think you do.
Hitler's trail leads here, friend,
from the Führerbunker
to Munich
to Berghof in Obersalzberg,
across the Alps to here, Von Glooten.
So, what I need to know is,
where was he going?
Where was the Führer going?
Valle de los Sueños.
Wunderbar.
Why?
Why did God give you thine eyes?
If not to do right
when you saw wrong.
Well, clearly,
you need them not.
Oh, come on, my friends.
You look as if you've seen a ghost.
What? Is it so difficult to understand?
How do I explain it to you? Okay.
There's this old joke
about a man called Schleffler.
He was a faithful man.
More faithful than Sandy Koufax,
believe it or not.
One day Schleffler
is in his house watching TV,
and he sees on the television
there's gonna be a storm.
He sees a car go by with a lieutenant
who cries out to him, "Schleffler,
come with us. We'll take you to higher ground."
And Schleffler says, "God will save me. You go ahead."
Couple of hours go by,
he's now on the second floor.
He's on the second floor 'cause he can't stay down there,
the water is rising. So, he looks out
the window,
he sees a boat come by the house.
The boat stops, says,
"Schleffler,
come, we take you to higher ground." And he says,
"No, don't worry, God... God will save me.
It's all right."
He looks up and, miraculously, he sees
a helicopter.
The guy's hanging out of the helicopter.
He screams down, says,
"Schleffler, you must come.
We take you to higher ground."
Schleffler says, "No.
God will save me. It's all right, you can go."
So he dies.
He dies. He's dead.
Now he goes to Heaven and he sees God.
Cries to him,
"God,
I had such faith in you.
How could you just leave me there in the storm to die?"
God turns to him. "Schleffler,"
he says,
"**** you want from me?"
"I sent you a car."
"I sent you a boat.
I sent you
a ****ing helicopter.
Schleffler,
you're a schmuck."
Do you understand?
We misread all the time, and that's what I'm saying.
Waiter, a drink?
That's good.
That's funny.
Care for another drink, sir?
No. It's all right. Thank you.
I'm fine.
Something wrong?
Hmm.
You don't want us to try?
It could change your mind and probably make you feel better.
Hmm?
No.
- I'll see you again tomorrow, I trust? - Oui.
Jonah.
Love, I'm home.
Jesus Christ, Ted Bundy.
What?
I promise I won't call you Erik Estrada
during *** again.
You are so weird.
You're so weird.
All right. Right, right, okay,
from the man who
bawled watching Bambi.
Everyone cries during Bambi. You're...
You're a monster.
- I'm so tired. - Mm.
Well...
that's what happens when you pull an all-nighter
at the library.
- Rub my arm, then. Mm. - Oh, no.
- Really? - Mm.
Okay.
Oh, and no snoring.
I don't want to fail my psychology exam
because of my fiancé's sinuses.
I mean that with the utmost affection.
Sam, I told him mimetic desire
was the focus of my clinical research,
and that I wanted to open my own practice
in London in a few years,
and he said he'd love to have an extra hand this summer.
Professor Oughourlian wants you to be his R.A.?
Professor Morsi did put in a good word.
"She is good for a woman." Wanker.
Yeah, I'm the ****ing best.
Yes, you're the best.
You're the best.
Proud of you.
Ugh.
Oh, um...
my, uh, mum called at the crack *** of dawn...
- Uh-huh. - ...whittling on about how
she would be happy
to invite anyone you wanted to the wedding,
even last minute.
Maybe there's a second cousin you don't know about.
Or-or one of your friends from Cleveland?
You're the only person I need there.
Sam.
Come on, let's-let's keep going. We're gonna be late.
♪ Looking at the world through rose-colored glasses ♪
♪ Everything is rosy now...
So, Frank Sinatra walks over to me
and he says, "Meyer Offerman."
What a voice he had.
I said, "Hello. Yes, Mr. Sinatra?"
He said, "I have something for you."
He hands me this envelope with a blue ribbon around it.
I open the-the letter, and inside is a check.
$100,000 for the Jewish Justice League.
And then he speaks to me
in perfect Yiddish.
"Mit a lefl ken men dem yam nit oys'shepn."
"You can't empty the ocean with a spoon."
This goy is giving away
a fortune to the Jews.
How does this happen?
Well, his babysitter was Jewish.
And he loved her.
And there it is.
And I thought, "I-I hope we are all raised
by the people the world tells us to hate."
But...
But it-it-it...
You okay?
I-I don't know what happened. I just felt, uh...
Now ♪
So?
What's on your mind, my friend?
Uh... I'm, uh...
Why the frantic phone call last night?
I don't know, but...
I guess I'm feeling unstuck, in a way.
You're feeling guilty.
Yes, you're carrying the guilt
of what you've done.
Or rather, Meyer, what you believe you've done.
I remember when you first came to our synagogue.
You'd only been in the country a few months.
Do you remember what the junior rabbi said
to that young man, Meyer?
"One cannot be guilty of surviving."
There are many survivors in these pews, Meyer.
Each one struggles with this guilt,
but survival is a blessing.
You were chosen, Meyer.
- I was chosen. - Yes.
Hashem chose you.
So...
it's good to see you.
You were very helpful, Rabbi.
Sounds good. Okay.
This just came for you, Mr. Offerman.
Oh, good. Thank you, Annette.
No, I can't do that.
I can't do it.
All right.
- Annette, where'd you get this? - Sir?
- Wh-Who gave this to you? - Uh...
A man, maybe a messenger service?
From where? What company sent this?
I didn't speak with him.
Mm-hmm. And so, what did he look like?
Older.
He was older.
Is everything all right?
What? Yeah, no, it's-it's fine.
I just happen to be feeling a little under the weather.
That's all.
Tell Paul to bring the car around.
Uh, Annette,
find out, uh, what service delivered this letter, yeah?
If that messenger you saw returns,
call me immediately, huh?
I no longer speak to my father.
I haven't seen my siblings.
Haven't visited my mother's grave
nearly as much as she deserves.
And I had a falling out
with Maria, I drove her away.
The woman I loved.
Because I have been working, Father.
For two long years.
And it has consumed me.
A Black, gay, Catholic woman.
That's probably not how you thought
you were gonna start your Tuesday.
My child.
You may begin with seven Our Fathers.
But on the matter of your homo***uality,
you must partake in severe penances.
Father, I think you're very confused.
Love is no sin.
Not in the eyes of my God.
And I'm not here for my confession.
I'm here for yours.
Bishop Christian Prentz, you're under arrest
for violation of U.S. immigration law
and for your role as collaborator and murderer
with the Nazi regime
- in Lithuania in 1941. - No!
When the SS marched into Vilnius,
my little brother, he begged this man,
a priest, to save us.
The priest took my little brother by the neck
and he called out to the SS men,
"Sie haben einen vergessen."
"You forgot one."
I saw
the priest take a-a baby from its mother's arms.
I thought it was to rescue it.
Instead, he killed that child.
When I close my eyes at night, that is all I see.
That is all I ever see now.
You failed to prove that he violated U.S. immigration law.
So then we extradite him to Lithuania.
The Lithuanian government will deny any extradition request.
- We have to try him, Your Honor. - The case is a reach.
You failed to prove that Father Balkus
changed his identity to Bishop Prentz.
The survivors identified him.
That was 30 years ago, Agent Morris.
Trauma affects memory.
Prentz is a beacon in the community.
A bishop in the Catholic Church.
This isn't some autoworker from Ohio.
Two years we have spent looking for him.
Speaking to eyewitnesses. Visiting gravesites.
Subsisting on ****ing goulash. He...
Your Honor, he killed a child with his own hands.
Bishop Prentz is Father Balkus.
And you-you want to do nothing?
In my courtroom, I am bound not by what is right
but by what is legal.
Is the law fair?
My feelings are immaterial.
You want to deliver justice?
You should've brought me a better case.
Put it on.
We have about two minutes before they interrupt.
I have waited over a year for this.
I learned that ever since you were stationed here,
you come back once a year to get your fix.
Pigs remember where
the most delicious truffles grow.
Where are your friends?
You broke up the band, Yoko?
Was it because of what happened in Spain?
I heard about what you did.
Look what he did to you.
Meyer.
Look what he turned you into.
- Time's up. - Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Wait, wait, wait. You don't want to kill me.
- Believe me. - Why not?
Because I-I-I can give you something.
Someone. Someone far bigger than me.
Eh, you're enough.
And after you I'm done.
The biggest prize you could imagine.
Adolf Hitler.
- We're out of time. - You really think
he committed suicide in a bunker in '45?
And that his body was burned by the Russians
and his bones never recovered?
That's what you believe?
You don't think Stalin would have made
a piñata out of his hide
and strung his corpse up in the Red Square for all to see?
Don't take my word for it. Believe for your own eyes.
You saw her. The Colonel.
And she was part of that fairy tale.
Him and her in the bunker.
The Colonel?
Oh.
You didn't know?
Eva Braun.
All those years ago, Die Spinne
ushered them through the ratlines.
Hitler, Eva, Goebbels, Mengele.
Berlin to the Alps to Genoa to safe haven.
All roads lead through Genoa.
What, you didn't think they'd have an escape plan?
Where?
Valle de los Sueños.
If he was even alive, why would you give him up?
Uh, you think I'm a man of honor?
I'm a cockroach.
I can help you find him.
I can take you to him.
You'll never find him on your own.
Let me live,
and I will bring you to Adolf Hitler,
in flesh and blood.
What the hell is going on here?
I wasn't here.
"To Estelle,
Hugs and kvetches,
Danny Rohr."
Who is getting my autograph?
Could you make it out to Millie?
How about, "To Millie,
Will send you your 50% cut of profits
from the book this afternoon.
Indebted to you forever, Danny."
The past two years alone,
Holocaust drops on NBC, Chuck Allen writes his exposé,
survivors speak out worldwide.
It's fantastic.
So I wrote a book, called it a conspiracy thriller.
Now it's outselling The World According to Garp.
With FBI Agent "Melanie Moritz."
Your name would never clear.
Oh.
My, uh, agent says Mike Nichols wants to option the rights.
Well, I don't know who that is, but if you cast me
as this Farrah Fawcett white girl, I'm-a destroy you.
I believe you.
I, uh, I heard about Bishop Prentz.
Yeah.
That's two years of my life.
And come this December, he's gonna be back in Pasadena
putting on a Christmas pageant, free man.
You just come here to commiserate, or...?
- Have you found them yet? - Who?
- The Hunters. - The Hunters?
- I mean, why did they... - Stop?
Disappear? I'm not the CIA, Millie.
All I know is, no more dead Nazis have been popping up.
The Hunters seem to be gone.
Maybe they caught 'em all and retired,
maybe they broke up.
Or maybe...
maybe something worse.
Maybe some of them are dead.
Why? Why do you want to know?
Hi, you've reached Ruth and Jonah.
Please leave a message after the beep.
Hey.
It's me.
Uh...
It's nice to hear her voice.
Didn't even know her and I like hearing
her voice for some reason.
It makes me wish I had my mom's voice somewhere.
I should've called you.
Uh...
I just got busy and I, uh, somehow...
...let nearly two years go by without, uh...
...checking on you.
Or maybe, uh...
Maybe I was calling to ask you something else.
Ask...
Ask if you're still...
To continue, please deposit 25 cents.
Earlier today, charges were dropped
against Bishop Prentz of Pasadena, who was
mistakenly believed to be Father Balkus of Lithuania.
In a prepared statement, he thanked his supporters
and said his faith helped guide him
through this personal crisis,
and he believes God will bring the real sinners to justice.
On the international front...
Here we are, Mr. Offerman.
Finally home.
- Go around the block. - Sir?
Go around the block. Come on.
Who else could know?
Hallo?
Y-Yeah...
Frau Zuchs?
Yes?
Gertrude Zuchs?
Gertrude Konner. Zuchs was my family name.
Can I help you with something?
I'm from the Government census board.
I'm looking for Wilhelm Zuchs.
Your brother.
My brother's dead.
He died 35 years ago.
Did anyone call here recently about him?
About Wilhelm?
No.
Why would anyone call about my brother?
Sometimes we get our wires crossed.
Just... confirming.
Well, thank you for your time.
Jesus Christ, what's wrong?
- Sam. - It's okay.
It's okay.
- Are you sure? - Yeah.
Oh, shit. Claude's here.
- He's always... - He is not that bad.
No, he is. He really is.
Oh...
Oh.
Uh, yeah, I forgot to mention,
Professor Morél wants me to go
on another research trip with him.
- Oh. To where? - Israel.
He says it's about two weeks or so.
- Two weeks? - Yeah.
He says I'll have enough to finally finish my thesis.
It can finally be over.
Hmm. Well...
...hurry back.
♪ La, la, la-la-la-la, la, la-la-la-la...
- Bonjour. - Hello.
You guys just had ***, didn't you two?
Shut up, Claude.
Well, they're becoming French. Let's get drunk, huh?
This one song...
He sings, too, huh?
Who's Meyer?
What?
You screamed his name in your sleep.
"Meyer."
I don't know a Meyer.
Well, I got you.
If you're going to be following me about
and leaving me these little love notes,
we may as well get a drink first?
There's a bar there. We talk.
Do you speak English?
Ja.
Good.
There we are.
Come, sit. It's all right.
Oh, uh...
You might want to put that knife away, brother. Huh?
Good man.
Now, if you wanted
an audience with me, all you had to do was ask.
I know who you are.
Of course. You are a wolf.
And a wolf can sniff out a fellow wolf from miles away.
Even if it lives in sheep's clothing.
Huh? Mm.
I remember you.
Yeah. C-Block.
Hammerschmidt.
Fritz.
I never forget a face.
But now look at you. What are you doing?
This is no way for a Hauptsturmführer to present.
This is not who you are.
It's been so hard.
For so many years...
...living in the shadows.
Frondheim...
ushered so many of us through the ratlines,
and then just left us here...
...to fend for ourselves.
That is why I've come to you.
I'm glad you did,
but don't come to me the way you did.
Levying threats. Sneaking around.
I'm just glad you found me, but, uh...
...how did you find me?
If you can find me, how about Wiesenthal?
- How about the Mossad? - Uh, Frondheim
tracked me down.
He brought me to his home in Connecticut,
told me we could make quite a racket if we blackmailed
some of the men he had helped to disappear.
He had files, all the aliases of all the men he had helped.
He said some years ago, he... he saw your name
in the newspaper.
He saw the empire you had built.
He wanted his bit.
Oh, Herr Frondheim.
Connecticut, huh?
Does he live in a big house, Fritz?
Yeah. I would say so.
He's not sharing his purse but sending you
to go out and reckon with me.
I'm so sorry, Wilhelm.
Well, don't be sorry. For what?
It's Frondheim who's the serpent.
He's the one pushing you,
poisoning brother against brother.
I take you back to my house.
I put a meal in you. Yeah?
Get you cleaned up.
And then, I'll write you a check.
Get you back on your feet.
- Really? - Of course.
Finish this.
I don't even know which way is home,
and I'm not even drunk.
I tell you.
What is it, this... Oh, yes.
There is it. This is the way.
My home is just a few blocks right down there.
Oh, you know, brother, it's the strangest thing.
Hmm?
Wolves can smell each other from miles away.
I don't know how they do it.
Their, what, the fur, the-the piss,
The blood.
But, you know, come to think of it,
I cannot smell you at all.
You shouldn't be here.
I know.
If you leave right now, I won't say anything.
- I swear. - I can't do that.
You need to admit what you did.
Who you are.
I am not that man.
You are.
Admit who you are.
I can't.
You're gonna have to do this.
You understand me?
- I won't. - You will.
You are a Christian woman, yes?
He would not want you to do this.
You are not a killer.
You are a woman of God.
****. ****, ****.
Bishop, are you okay in there?
Who is it?
Who's there?
You called?
I found something.
I thought pig was tender.
Chew slowly, my Führer.
It's good for the indigestion.
Sit.
Eat.
Thank you.
Put your loving hand ♪
Out, baby ♪
'Cause I'm beggin' ♪
I'm beggin', beggin' you ♪
♪ To put your loving hand out, baby ♪
I'm beggin', beggin' you ♪
♪ To put your loving hand out, darling ♪
♪ Riding high, when I was king ♪
♪ I played it hard and fast 'cause I had everything ♪
♪ I walked away, wonderin' then ♪
♪ But easy come and easy go and it would end ♪
♪ So any time I need you, let me go ♪
♪ Yeah, any time I feed you, got me low ♪
♪ Any time I see you, let me know ♪
♪ But I planted that seed, just let me grow ♪
♪ I'm on my knees while I'm beggin' ♪
♪ 'Cause I don't want to lose you ♪
Hey, yeah ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm beggin' beggin' you ♪
♪ Put your lovin' hand out, baby ♪
I'm beggin', beggin' you ♪
♪ Put your lovin' hand out, darling ♪
I'm beggin', beggin' you ♪
♪ So put your lovin' hand out ♪