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It should go without
saying that Santa Claus

has given these United
States the best present possible

this Christmas, our
first holiday season

with Hitler in the
cold, cold ground,

and our fighting men back
at home with their loved ones.

And what does Baby New
Year have in store for 1946?

Prosperity, and hope
for a brighter future!

- Just let me help you babe.
- Oh, come on.

I got it, Bob, don't worry.

I know you got it, but
what kind of fella would I be

if I didn't at least
offer a hand?

Well, you'd be like
every other man on Earth.

You're adorable,
that's why I married you.

Heyo, lovebirds.

I thought you said we weren't
gonna be seeing him anymore.

No, you said we
wouldn't see him.

He's one of my best friends.

He's also a war criminal.

He didn't do it.

Marla the Merciless!

As I live and breathe.

How the hell are you?

Oh, how the hell are you?

Ever vigilant, and the husband?

It's Bob.

I know your name, Bobbo.

Just giving you the
business. How you doing?

Just fine, it's just Bob.

You gotta tell me about that
Kraut you cracked in Hamburg.

I read your interview in Yank,

but I've been waiting
to get the details

straight from the horse's mouth.

You calling me a horse?

No class, that fella.

Look at my gal here! Tortured
more secrets outta Krauts

than any woman in US history.

Uh, interrogation
is not torture.

Whatever helps you
sleep at night, Bobbo.

It's just Bob. I didn't think
we'd see you here tonight.

Well thank heaven
for small miracles, eh?

- You only brought one bottle?
- Paulie's gonna love it.

Speaking of no class
fellas, is he here yet?

What do you think?

DiFranco, get your ass out here.

Oh, fuck you! I'm
pouring a drink.

He's been here since 2:00 PM.

Well, of course he has.

And we had a little
business to attend to.

Of course you did.

Paulie.

Paul.

See? Now I told
Hock you'd be late.

Darling, he said 7:00!
We're here right on time.

Oh? Oh yeah, I guess
my watch is a little fast.

Yeah, like five hours fast!

I heard you've been
here all day, eager beaver.

- How you been, Bob?
- Good Clive, thanks.

Life's been
treating us very well.

Hm.

She really happy
at the Pentagon?

She loves it. She's got
her own office... secretary.

- Office?
- Hm.

She doesn't belong in an office.

You know, back in '43, I
saw her bend a Kraut finger

so far back, the fingernail
dug into the back of his hand.

That boy would not stop puking.

Still, he told us what
we needed to hear.

Well, she's loving DC.

Ah, well you were
born there, Bob.

- Mm-mm.
- You had no choice.

But I'll never
understand how the hell

America's finest
interrogator gave it all up

to move into that swamp.

Well...

I think it worked
out in her favor.

She's been to five continents,
speaks six languages.

She's the sharpest
mind in the military.

Don't I know it.

And I bet she
never lets you forget.

Mm, so good to see you.

Thank you for coming so early.

You know when I got here,
he was already two bottles in.

No.

He won't stop
talking about Susan.

Hm.

I think maybe the holidays
alone really broke him.

Yeah.

And he's been trying to
tell me something all day,

but he can't seem to get
the nerve up to tell me what...

what is, um... He's a mess.

- Major.
- Major.

You're a good-looking
son of a bitch.

Oh, thank you. Ooh! Ooh!

How you holding up?

Meeting with the
committee again next week.

We've done all we can.

Looks like it'll go to trial.

First one of the war.

Press is having a
goddam field day with it.

Thousand pinkos
and Nazis on the lam,

but the Times sells more
papers if the headlines read:

"Corn-Fed Nebraska
Major Turns War Criminal."

My ma's having a hard
time with it, you know?

Don't worry Archie, Hock and I,

we're gonna take care of you.

Your mom can
bet the farm on that.

She might have to.

And you'll be fine
Archie. Come spring,

The New York Times
will be printing the biggest,

fattest apology in the
history of journalism.

Hell yes they will,
my pet! Absolutely.

Come here.

God damn, it's good
to see you guys.

When was the last
time you all got together?

Oh, the last time
we were all together?

- Hm.
- Thanks.

Well shit, must have
been your wedding.

Yep.

God damn, I think
you're right, DiFranco.

We all needed to see
that with our own eyes.

"Marla the Merciless
Weds Pentagon Clerk."

Now there's a proper
headline for the Times!

Excuse me Arch, but
when your base is bombed

and not a single God damn
officer helps dig you out,

your opinions on men
change awfully quick.

I mean, I got crushed.

I was calling out for help,

and all I could hear
from my bleeding ears

were those feckless
cowards just running away.

I got more respect
for the Krauts

than the men at
the base that day.

Fuck the Krauts.

Oh yeah, of course
fuck the Krauts, Hock.

But while we're at
it, can't we just fuck

the whole goddam war, hmm?

The war's over.

And this is why I love you, mm.

- Fuck 'em all.
- Fuck 'em all.

See now, that's the
faggots' credo, right Archie?

It was for a couple of years.

Then we had a meeting of the
Nancies and we changed it to,

"Keep calling us faggots

and we'll feed you
your goddam teeth!"

Um, guys please, could we-

I almost kept a straight face.

Bullshit. You can't
keep a straight anything.

Here, I'm tired of tending bar.

Freshen my drink, you fruit.

I ever tell you about
the time I was stuck

out on the Elsenborn
Ridge, and the only way

I could keep my lap warm was
by spooning Orville Ketcham,

- that Tommy from London?
- Vaguely.

Say what you want
about the Tommies,

but they've got some warm rumps.

Okay.

Hard to believe
that was a year ago.

I, I wanna thank
you all for being here.

It's been a hard start to
the winter without Susie.

- To Susan.
- Hear, hear.

- To Susan.
- To Susie.

Ah, Susie.

Well, it helps having you here.

I never thought I'd spend
a Christmas without her.

None of us did, Hock.

It's been six weeks now
since she... checked out.

I've been doing a lot
of reading, you know,

to pass the time and
keep the wits about me.

Started with
psychology, you know,

thinking I could figure out
why she did what she did.

But then I switched
to metaphysics.

You ever heard
that word? I hadn't.

Yeah, it's ghosts and
hokum. Weird nonsense.

You know, just to keep hopeful.

- Hopeful?
- Yeah.

Stories of, o-of fellas
that can talk to the dead:

mediums...
clairvoyants... spirit guides.

Grifters. During the Great
War, my no-good uncle

charged folks a buffalo nickel

to give them messages
from their dead kids.

They just wanna feel like
something else is out there.

They're scared.

It's all hooey.

Ah well you know, but
outta every hundred cases

that they debunk, all that
hooey, one or two check out.

I mean, they got a whole society

that keeps tabs on it in the UK.

Come on Hock. Now I've known you

since we were eight years old.

You used to laugh at people
who bought into this malarkey.

Well, I'm not saying
that I believe it.

But listen... you're all
here tonight and that's...

that's very special.

And I'm just wondering
if you would humor me.

Now, you probably all
think it's a load of bunk.

But, uh... this séance thing,

there's a lot of
corroborating evidence.

Hock, I...

Colonel, I know it's been
rough since Thanksgiving,

but this is not the answer.

So this, this is
just... it's silly.

Sure, well maybe
just for a laugh.

A laugh, Hock?

This isn't funny.

Listen, you can
all roll your eyes

until they snap off
inside your head.

But I started going to church

three days a week
after Susie... left.

I was looking for answers.

You know, why
she did what she did.

And afterwards, every
time I would sit down

with the reverend
and he would tell me

all about the afterlife.

He would go on and on
about the glory of heaven

and the fires of hell.

He told me all about redemption,

and all the babies in purgatory,
and everything in between.

And after going to
mass for four weeks,

like some sort of
brainwashed schmuck,

that holier-than-thou son
of a bitch had the nerve

to say that what Susie
did was unforgivable.

That my wife, a good
church-going patriot,

was damned to hell
because of what she did?!

I mean, do you know
why she did what she did?!

It was because of
the Krauts next door!

She knew they were
spying for the Nazis!

And I didn't believe
her. Nobody did.

And she couldn't take that.

She couldn't take
that her friends

and her family
didn't believe her.

But what was she gonna do?

She put it in the reports,
and no one was listening.

And then on
Thanksgiving morning,

right before I went out
for a pack of Raleighs,

she said it again.

She said they were
moving in on her,

that they knew that she knew.

And I, I jus-I, I laughed.

I just, I laughed at her.

And then when I came
back, she was just all...

and that priest, he
had the nerve to say

that she was damned to hell.

Well, I just walked out.

I mean, I gave up, quit
believing in any of it.

I decided right there and then

that if Susie was
damned to hell,

then the whole thing
was fucking bullshit!

All of it! When you die,
it's just... just nothing.

You're just fucking worm food.

And then I started
thinking about that,

and that seemed even scarier.

So t-t-there's just nothing?
That Susie's just gone,

Gone forever because
I didn't listen to her?

- I didn't believe her?
- Hock.

Sweetheart, we all miss Susie.

Then please, will you humor me?

I mean, I think it's
abundantly clear

that I'm not in a good place.

I've held out as much
hope as any man can.

And now I just, I
need you to do this.

I need this. I
need this from you.

Here. Now.

Sir, we are here for you.

But not for this.

I am not comfortable right now.

Meet my friends,
we're never comfortable.

Sit down, Paul.

Okay.

Don't you just hope after
all this death, the war,

all the nightmares... that
there's something else?

I already believe Hock,
I don't need to see it.

You remember Jimmy Rogers?

That poor kid we tried to staple
back together in Normandy?

Don't you just want
to know that he's still

got that smile on his
face out there somewhere?

What about you?

Don't you wish you had
proof that all the other fellas

at your base, they didn't
just burst into dust and flame

when those Kraut bombs
came raining down on them?

- And your wife, Clive.
- And my wife.

All right, so where,

where are you keeping
the Ouija board?

Oh, well this is
different, Arch.

See with Ouija, the spirits
speak through the board,

writing messages
and stories and such.

But with a séance, the spirits
speak directly through us.

All you really need is a mirror,

and a couple of friends who
aren't afraid to hold hands.

What do you say, Paulie?
Will you hold my hand?

I need a scotch.

Ah, ah, ah... We're
supposed to have clear minds.

Clear minds, Hock?

You're three fucking
bottles in already.

Well, then we split this one.

So they, they say if
you have something

that belonged to the person
you're trying to contact,

that it's a little easier.

Is that Susan's handkerchief?

Oh my God, Hock.

Why'd you hold onto that?

I, I wanna be clear.

I, I believe in the afterlife, I
believe in heaven and hell.

I believe Susie's out there,
but I don't believe in this.

Look,

if we can just make
contact with anyone,

if we can just confirm
that there's something else.

Whatever, Hock.

Just don't play us
for a bunch of fools.

This ain't about
that kid in Normandy,

and it ain't about
Marla's fellas at the base.

No this, this is about Susie.

All right. Fine.

Okay, I don't exactly
know what I'm doing,

but if there are
any spirits here,

we'd love to talk to ya.

How do we, you know...
know if it's working?

If it's gonna work, it'll work.

Okay but Hock,
if it doesn't work,

I don't want you
to stop believing

Susie is out there somewhere.

Faith is about
what you can't see.

Yeah, well that's where
we're different, darlin'.

I got no faith left.

If there are any spirits here...

Make yourselves known.

Spirits? Give us a sign.

Anything. Please.

Please! Give us
a sign, anything!

Give us a sign.

Oh my God!

What the hell was that?

Hey, don't let go.

- You can't break the circle.
- What?

We have to end the séance
before we break the circle.

Otherwise, the door to the
other side remains open.

And how exactly do you
close the door to the other side?

Because I vote for that.

What the hell is that?

Come on, Hock. Did you lock
your cat in the closet again?

Nobody gets up!

Give us a sign!

That wasn't good enough for you?

It sure as hell wasn't
good enough for me.

You're gonna have to do a
lot better than that, ghosts!

All right, everyone just focus!

Focus?! Focus on what?

On the closet that none of
us are allowed to check out?

Now you listen to me, Colonel.

I'm here for you... all the way.

But this, this isn't
gonna fix anything.

Now, if you want to
know if there's something

on the other side, that's fine.

But you're gonna have
to dig a hell of a lot deeper

than some kind of
parlor trick or something,

because I'm not gonna buy it.

Look!

Are those... trick candles?

You ever heard of candles
that light themselves on cue?

I don't know, but I'd
buy that more than...

Spirits?

Spirits, please...

find a way to speak to us.

Join us here.

Force your way into our
world, with all your might.

Look.

Come in.

- Or maybe don't.
- Come in.

Look into the mirror.

Marla, focus on the
mirror, do you see her?

I want to.

- Again with the closet.
- Forget the closet.

You know I don't, I don't think
we should do this anymore.

- I'm gonna...
- Don't you dare get up.

Hello?

I'm looking for
Susan Hockstatter!

Is anyone listening?

She has brown
hair and brown eyes,

and she cut her wrists
on Thanksgiving morning.

This is her locket, this
is her handkerchief.

And I miss her more than
any man could ever miss...

Hock, please.

Susie?

Hock!

Don't let go.

Everybody stay where you are.

Hock, you're sick.

- You need to go to the...
- I, I'm fine.

- You are not fine.
- I'm fine.

- Clive...
- Susie?

Why didn't you believe me?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

No, no, no.

What is going on?

No one lets go. No one lets go.

- I love you.
- That's Susie's voice.

I need to get out of here.

Susie? How are ya, baby?

I'm ah, letting go.

It's okay, sweetie. It's okay.

Marla I... I knew
Susie for 19 years.

I won't be damned if
that was not her voice.

- Was it her, Mar?
- That, that was Susie.

I, I can still smell
her perfume.

I, I didn't finish the séance.

I broke the circle.

But that means, that means
the door isn't closed yet.

That means we can get
her back, right? Right?!

- Yeah.
- Oh, Jesus Christ.

- Watch yourself.
- What?

Well, if heaven
and hell are real,

you might wanna start
reining in the blasphemy.

I mean, I mean, they
are, aren't they, right?

Heaven and hell? I mean,
we saw that... tonight.

Yeah, we sure did.

It's real. There's really
something out there.

There is, there, uh...
absolutely seems to be.

- Ah, Paul?
- Hmm?

This afternoon when you came,

I told you I needed you to do
something for me and Susie.

I need you to
take care of that...

before I can let
you leave this room.

W-well, of course, Hock.

I mean, when we die...

We actually go somewhere.

We're reunited.

We get to move on.

We get to move on.

You okay, sweetheart?

Yeah.

I'm just...

moving on.

No!!!

What just happened?!

We have to get
the hell outta here.

No! No!!! The door's
locked! He locked us in here!

Why the hell would he do that?!

He must have the key, Paul.

- What?
- Paul.

- What?
- Honey, honey,

- look for the key.
- Oh.

Oh God, what did you do?

What did you do?

Wait, wait... this... here, yes.

What is this?

I have to get out of here,
I have to get out of here.

Ach du meine guüte!
He shot himself?

Yeah.

Now, wait just a minute.

Meine guüte, verdammt nochmal.

Wait, what were you doing,
what were you doing in there?

- ScheiBße!
- You're a Kraut.

Oh my God, Paul!
What are you doing?

Take your hand off the door.

But, but we really
need to leave.

We need to get outta here, Paul.

We need to call the cops.

Take your hand off the door.

Am I the only Goddamn one here

who wants some fucking answers?

We all want answers, Paul.

Have you snapped your cap?

I just saw a ghost.

My best friend
blew his brains out,

and now...

Some dizzy Kraut is
hiding in Hock's closet.

So no, I don't think
I'm overreacting, Bob.

Now, what's your name?

- Are we really doing this?
- We are.

Sit down.

Oh my God.

My name is Hildegard Bauman.

- You're German?
- By birth, yes.

You a Nazi?

Mein Gott, you're all the same.

The war is over.

Says who?

Answer the question.

I moved from Erlangen
to New York in 1931.

My father-in-law owns the
grocery two blocks away.

I work there.

I live three doors
down from here

with my husband and two girls.

Last September after
the Jap surrender,

his wife decided that because
I was German, I was a spy.

Ja, ich weiss.

- Was?
- Oh, I know.

She rang me up,
begging me to come

to the city and interrogate you.

She was losing
it, she was saying

the Krauts were
moving in on all sides.

- You never told me that.
- I know.

She spit on my daughters.
She spit on them!

- She was a patriot.
- She was a lunatic!

The war was over, and
she couldn't let it end.

It was only after
she slit her wrists

that this bastard
decided to believe her.

Last night after I
was closing up shop,

I saw him sitting on his
front stairs, shivering,

drunk as always.

He says he's sorry for
everything that happened.

Offers me a whiskey.

I think, " Ja, why not?"

I mean, we put all
of this behind us.

The next thing I know,
I woke up in that closet.

That piece of shit drugged me!

Are... you... a Nazi?

I am an American.

My husband and my two girls,

they must be so
worried about me.

To hell with him!

That's my best friend
you're talking about there.

I don't want to fight with you.

I just want to go home.

How do we know
you're not a Nazi?

I suppose you don't.

Susie thought you were.

And Clive didn't believe her.

None of us did.

You speak Kraut, Marla.

Why didn't you come up
here and interrogate her

when Susie asked you to?

Because Susie was unwell!

Because the Germans
lost the goddam war in May,

and because it's not my
job to interrogate civilians!

It's not my job to
interrogate anyone anymore!

I, I think that
maybe we should...

I think maybe we should
let the adults talk, Bob.

Don't you dare talk to Bob

as if he were less
of a man than you.

And I don't need
a gun to prove it.

Susie was all worked
up because she thought

this dame was a Nazi!
She cut her wrists!

What did that get her, huh?

- And Hock.
- Hock was not well.

He just shot himself
in the head, Arch!

Hock was one of the
smartest men I've ever known.

And Hitler was a fine painter.

Now is not a good
time to be witty, Kraut.

Good men can change.

They can be blinded by hate.

We lived on this street
peacefully for eleven years,

until one day his
wife chose hate.

She chose it. It consumed
her and it killed her.

Of course he would
follow in her footsteps.

Of course, he would
also choose hate.

You know, you're
awfully observant.

Ja, this is New
York. We see things.

We know what our
neighbors are up to.

Yeah well see, now
that sounds like spy talk.

Oh ja? Well if I was a Nazi,
who would I be spying for?

Hitler's dead. Breslau's
a pile of rubble.

Our allies died
because of Nazi spies.

I am not a Nazi!

Paul, put the gun down.

We could all use a breath.

What are you doing, Paul?

Makin' a drink.

Well, slag off and open the
door. We gotta call the police.

Then what, Marla?

The police show up, they
throw ol' Clive in a body bag,

and then they let
the Kraut walk free.

You know how this works.

We file a suspicion form
and she gets checked out.

Susie filed dozens of those.

They don't do shit.

Hitler's dead, Paul.

You're fightin' a pile of ashes.

The war's over.

Says who?

I've interrogated
a lot of spies.

That woman doesn't
set off one single red flag.

Look at her.

Look, we loved Susie,
but she was just gone.

And then Hock
lost it after she died.

I mean, that's why we were
called here tonight, right?

To calm him down?

You know, he may have lost
it, but Hock was always Hock.

You're damn right he was.

What's your point Arch? Huh?

Let's say Hock and Susie
were right, she is a spy.

We're not judge,
jury, and executioner.

Our best friend is
dead on the table.

We gotta get out of here.

You've done a hell of a
lot of interrogating Marla,

but you've never been out there.

On the front lines,
it's kill or be killed.

Okay, yeah.

This isn't the
front line, Archie.

This is Park Slope.

See, you've never been
out there either, Bob.

You've never seen a squadron
of Krauts charging at you,

death in their beady eyes,
machine guns roaring.

You've never seen your
friends... your brothers

pop like balloons full of blood.

I am grateful every
day that I haven't seen

the horrible things
that you've seen.

But that doesn't make
me any less of a man.

We have seen some unbelievable
things here tonight, Paul.

There's a very good chance
that no one in this room

has their proper
wits about them.

Speak for yourself.

You will stop talking
to Bob like that.

We need to get out of here,

and we need to let the
right people handle it.

What if we are the right people?

Come on, Arch.

Why did Hock lock us
in here in the first place?

And why did he store
a Kraut in his closet?

I mean, he's got a basement.

If he really wanted
to keep her a secret,

he could have found a
much better place to store her.

No, no... There
was a method here.

He wanted us to find her.

There's a reason he
invited his best friend,

his interrogator, and his
trigger man here tonight.

He wanted us to
see what he'd done.

He wanted us to finish this.

That's why he wanted me
to come here early today.

What?

That's what he'd been
trying to tell me all afternoon.

- What?
- He wanted me to kill this woman

before y'all even showed up.

And right, right before
he popped himself,

he said he needed me
to do something for him,

before he would
even let me leave.

I don't get it. If he
wanted to kill her,

why didn't he
just do it himself?

Because Hock wasn't a killer.

I'm sorry, Colonel Clive
Hockstatter wasn't a killer?

Oh, he had no
problem with killing.

He just couldn't do it himself.

He'd freeze up, look
like he was gonna heave.

Any time there was blood,
he'd send in someone else

to get their hands
red, someone like me.

- That's drivel.
- No, it's true.

No, no fellas, all those
stories he regaled to me,

- on and on and...
- Marla.

- What?
- That was bunko.

You know how he felt about you.

He would say anything to
put stars in your pretty eyes.

Excuse me... may we
please get back to me?

- Sure.
- Arch, knock it off.

No, I want some straight
dope on why Susie and Hock

thought this dame was a Nazi.

Because, because
I'm German... Archie?

Because I sound like the enemy.

Well, if it looks like a duck
and it quacks like a duck.

It could still be a goose.

You know, when we
came to America...

It was for a better life.

They told us it was
The Great Melting Pot.

A place where every
race, every religion,

every language was welcome.

Silver-tongued government
propaganda, all of it.

Hey! That's Hock's booze.

Ja? well he owes me one.

It's easy to create an enemy.

All you need are slanty
eyes, different color skin,

or an accent.

But it's always
better if they speak

a different tongue, isn't it?

Must be easier to kill someone
when you can't understand

their cries for help.
- Shut up.

You've killed a lot of
Germans, haven't you?

So what's one more?

But when was the last
time you killed someone

who could tell you
their husband's name,

or their children's
favorite radio show?

I'm not some nameless soldier
shouting fascist nonsense.

I'm a green grocer
who came to New York

chasing the American dream.

My friends call me Hildy. My
husband's name is Juürgen.

My girls go to PS 124.

And we let them
stay up to listen

to "The Charlotte
Greenwood Show".

- Goddamn it.
- Are we good?

No, I'm not gonna shoot
you, but I don't like you.

I don't like your name,

and I don't like you
living in my country.

Well, suppose
that's a start, isn't it?

Now, can we please
open the door?

No, we cannot.

You know, y'all
might fall for a solid

dog and pony show, but not me.

Let's see... when
was the last time

I killed someone
who spoke English?

Yeah, a year and a
half ago in Salerno.

A weasely little Wop
with big brown eyes...

Looked me up and
down half a dozen times

before stammering
out, "I l-l-love America."

I stabbed that little
Dago right in the mouth.

Do you wanna know why?

Because given half a chance,

he would've done the
same Goddamn thing to me.

Or maybe he was just
a scared Italian boy,

who secretly loved America.

Get those words outta
your mouth, you dirty Kraut.

You don't get to talk about
my country. Neither did he.

This is my country!!!

Land of the free.

Pssh! She's a Nazi!

You say your last
name's DiFranco?

What of it?

You boast of killing
Italians, and yet you are one.

She's takin' us for a walk.

Jesus. Breathe, DiFranco.

After all we've seen
tonight, she knows!

What? What have you seen?

You were in the closet,
didn't you hear it?

Well, I, I was drugged.

I-I think I'm still drugged.

- Damn it.
- I heard voices.

I heard Clive yelling
and, and a gunshot.

I panicked, I started
kicking harder.

There was a... a séance.

And we connected with, with-

Why are you telling
her any of this?

It was Susan! She told Clive...

Shut up, Bob.

What are you trying to
accomplish here Paul, huh?

Open the Goddamn door!

Or what, Marla? You
going to break my finger?

Oh, I might.

Why don't you just try
and interrogate it open?

Okay.

She's on the beam,
Paul. Open the door.

Three minutes, Arch.

That's how long it's been
since you've had your doubts,

and now you're willing to
let this bitch stroll outta here.

Classic. Right when I
need you, you turn faggot.

Excuse me?

You know what I mean.

Yeah, I do. But I'm
gonna pretend like I don't

and we're still being
cordial to one another.

Oh, for God's sake.

If you've got a problem
Major, speak up.

But it'd better be
about Brownshirts,

and not wearing
I'm dippin' my dick.

We're on the same team, Paulie.

Thanks for the
reminder... Baby Butcher.

What does that mean?

Nothin'.

What does that mean, Paul?

Well...

it might mean, that Archie here,

asked me to stand
before the grand jury

and tell them that I did not see

what I definitely
saw back in Berlin.

All to protect my friend,

and the reputation
of this great country.

I knew it. Dammit,
I knew you did it.

- Shut up.
- Archie?

Paul... he did it?

You did it?

Archie was right, Marla.

You've never had two
dozen Nazis charging at you.

He's not being tried
for killing Nazis, Paul.

He's being tried
for killing children.

You're Archibald Stanton,
from the news radio?

The Berlin Butcher?

You said the kid who
who did it was, was dead.

Surprise.

Oh, I'm going to be sick.

Don't be so dramatic, Marla.

You're starting to
sound like Hock.

Shut up.

I told you he did it.

You wanna know what
happened, Marla? Huh?

We were being picked off
by two Nazi sharpshooters.

One by one, kid after
screaming all-American kid.

Hock knew we had
to take that rooftop.

So he told Archie
that if he led the charge

and saved even one more
of our boys from sniper fire,

he'd have a hero's
welcome when he got home.

He said he was my Colonel,

and that if anything went wrong,

he would take responsibility.

I didn't think about it.

In war, you don't
have time to think.

You look at the faces of the
men you've sworn to save,

and you race into hell.

And I... I ran straight
for that building,

praying that if one of
the countless bullets

I heard whizzing past
my ears actually hit me,

that it'd be over quick,
and I wouldn't be left

flopping around on the road.

And I pressed against that wall.

Oh God...

Broke the first
window I came to and,

tossed a belt of
pineapples into that building.

It wasn't until after the
smoke cleared that we saw...

It was a kindergarten center.

I've been reading
about this for weeks.

It was a children's shelter.

War isn't fair, Kraut.

I followed my
orders to the letter,

I did exactly as I was told.

Our boys took the roof,

knocked off their snipers
and saved our soldiers.

Fifty-six children.

You knew they were in there.

Everyone knew
they were in there.

It was a registered shelter.

Hock knew. He just didn't care.

God... damn it.

When the press asked,
he made up a story

about a trigger-happy private,

said he was killed in the blast.

But people started talking.

Soldiers started putting it
together and I, I got worried,

but he said everything
was gonna be okay.

He was gonna clear my
name and keep me outta prison,

and that everyone
was going to eat crow.

And that people would
stop saying those awful,

awful things to my mama
every time she left her house.

Well... Clive just blew
his brains out, so...

I'm a good man.

I mean, who, who... who are you?

I mean, what, what kind of man?

You can't say that.

You weren't there... It happens.

"It happens"?!

God, all those kids.

I mean, what kind
of man, would...

A good one.

In war, good men are tasked
with doing terrible things

every single day.

This does not make
them terrible people.

And what do you know about war?

I know my family
is still in Berlin.

My nieces and nephews...

They could have
been in that school,

but somehow I cannot call
you a monster, Major Stanton.

You were fighting
for your country.

You were doing your job.

I was... I still am.

I'm not a bad man.

No, none of us are bad.

We simply do as, as
we are commanded.

And just who is your Commander?

I thought you worked
in a grocery store

with your father-in-law.

Ja, I do.

And you call him... Commander?

No, no, I do not call
him Commander.

I, I work for him, so I
do as as he commands.

Don't play with me, bitch.

I can see your mask slipping

every time you open your mouth.

I have tried to express
to you that I do not believe

a man's singular
actions make him evil.

Especially if that man believes

that what he is doing is moral.

I do not believe Major
Stanton to be a bad man,

simply because he
was following orders.

Just like I do not believe
you to, to be a bad man,

because you are trying
to protect your friend,

and your country.

Say it.

Some days I can
even try to believe

that my mentally ill
neighbors who were only acting

out of a crushing love for
their government and homeland

were not bad people.

Say it.

My name is Hildy Bauman. I
moved to New York in 1931.

My father-in-law owns the
grocery two blocks away.

I work there! I live three
doors down from here

with my husband
and my two girls.

Say it.

- I am an American.
- Liar!!!

Can we please just open
the door and call the police?

- Not again.
- For God's sake.

What are you gonna
do, Paul? Huh?!

Kill her right here in Hock's
brownstone?! Is that...

Just open the door, Paul!

They're right Major,
open the door.

We're losing our
heaven-sent minds.

You can't mean that.

Please, Major.

I can't believe
what I'm hearing.

Archie, you are
an American hero.

You're not the kind
of man who lets

a Nazi spy walk out of a room.

- Marla.
- What?

The Krauts bombed your base.

Yeah.

They burnt your pretty body
and left you with a gimp leg.

They killed every friend
you had outside this room.

I know.

- Bob.
- Yeah?

Well, I don't know tits
about what it is you do.

But somehow I doubt that
the Pentagon would allow

a Nazi sympathizer
to push their pencils.

Really? Nobody?

Well in that case Major,
I'll make you a deal.

I give you the key,
you give me the gun.

Absolutely not.

I am not speaking to you, Bob.

I'm sorry Major,
but I can't do that.

Well then, I guess
we'd better get cozy.

To hell with you then,
and to hell with this!

Archie, what are you doing?!

God damn it!

I- I don't understand.

Why won't it open?

Check the rounds.

Well, the bullet Clive
used sure worked!

Enough! Paul I need
you to take the key

out of your pocket and
open the goddam door.

This is not up for discussion,

and I don't want to point
a weapon at my friend.

Oh, Archie...

Please, Major?

Fine. Fuck all'a ya.

But, if you make
me open this door

and go against everything I am,

I will not take the
stand for you, Archie.

Oh, I will stand, before
my God and my country,

and I will tell them
how you spinelessly

blew those toddlers
limb from limb,

just like the
newsmen say you did.

Hock had me come
early before any of y'all,

to do what he couldn't do,
what, what Susie couldn't do.

He wanted me to kill this woman.

And if you make
me open this door,

I will follow that Nazi
home and beat her to death

in front of her family.

I am not a Nazi.

That's it!!!

What's it?

You wanna know if
she's a Nazi, Paul?

Huh? Is that it? You want proof?

Is that the only way
you're gonna let us out

of this Goddamn room?

I already know.

You don't know squat.

And if you're not
gonna help, and

if you're just gonna
panic, I'm taking charge.

If this were my base, I'd
demand all three of you

get out of this room, but
apparently that's not an option.

- So get over there.
- What?

Go over there, all of you.

What are you doing, Marla?

My job... my shitty job.

Marla. I don't think
that's the best idea.

You know what?
I'm all out of ideas.

This will confirm it one
way or another, go on.

Go on.

Sit, Frau Bauman.

Um... why?

Because I told you to.

I don't think you're a spy.

- Thank you.
- Don't thank me.

We've apparently found
ourselves in a situation

where you and I
can't leave this room

until we are certain
you're not a Nazi.

Hold my hand, Hildy.

Fuck you, Paul.

What, what is-

Sh-sh-sh.

Hmm?

Mm-hmm.

Stay with me now,
Hildy. Here we go.

You need to listen to me very
closely right now Hildy, hmm?

If you stand up, you'll
be admitting guilt.

If you attempt to break
free, you'll be admitting guilt.

You will stay seated
with your hand in mine,

until I tell you our time
together is complete.

- But...
- You will answer

every question no matter
how many times I ask it.

And although it
might seem otherwise,

you and I are alone,
quite alone right now.

Now, what is your full name?

Um, Hildegard Bauman.

Are you now, or
have you ever been

a member of the National
Socialist German Workers Party?

No, the Nazi party
no longer exists.

That's not what I asked.

No, no, no, no, no. Mm-mm. No.

Who's your primary employer?

Bergen Street Grocery.

What's your husband's full name?

- Juürgen Bauman.
- Mm-hmm.

What are your daughter's names?

Robin and Melissa Bauman.

Why did Susan
Hockstatter believe

you were a spy for the
German government?

Because she was a sick woman.

Bullshit.

Did you want me to stop, Paul?

Why did Susan
Hockstatter believe

you were a spy for the
German government?

- I told you.
- You will answer.

Oh, no.

All of my questions, no matter
how many times I ask them.

Why did Susan Hockstatter...

believe you were a spy for
the German government?

Because, because
I have an accent.

Because she needed a
personification of her fears.

Because she wasn't
ready for this war to be over.

And her husband,
Clive Hockstatter?

He-he didn't believe
her when she was alive.

It was only after she
died that he needed

a- a target to aim his guilt at.

I became that target.

You do realize the
Hockstatters were not religious

or political fanatics, correct?

That they were
high-ranking military,

and upstanding members
of their community?

- Ja.
- Yeah.

But they were sick people.

Hildy! Fraäulein! Are you now,

or have you ever been a
member of the Nazi party?

Nein... Nein...

Are you now or have
you ever been a member

of the National Socialist
German Workers Party?

What? ...No!

Are you now, or have
you ever been a member

of the National Socialist
German Workers Party?

Nein... Nein.

What's your full name?

Hildy... Hildegard Bauman.

Verzeíhung.

Open the door Paul.
She's not a Nazi.

Open the door!

I can't believe
what I'm hearing.

Is that all you're
going to do to her?

You wanna do my
job for me, Paul?

No, but I, I just-

That's all I needed to do, Paul.

I have my answer.

And if you have any
respect for me whatsoever,

you'll take that as
your answer too.

Earlier you said
um, faith was about

what you couldn't see?
About what you believe?

Well, I know what I believe.

Open the damn door.

Marla, you are the finest woman

the US military has ever seen.

I'm not.

It's such a goddam
shame you ended up

with this pencil neck.

What the hell?

The, the key it just,
it just disappeared.

Paul, don't you dare.

The door, the door just ate it.

That's a load of baloney, Paul.

What did you do?

I didn't do any, do you
see it on me anywhere?

- Paul!
- Come on.

I didn't do anything.

Well, somebody
better do something.

Somebody...

Somebody is,

going to do something.

No, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, I, what?

Somebody is going to

kill... that... Nazi.

Leiber Gott!

- Clive...
- He's dead, right?

- Clive?
- He's very dead.

Well, he doesn't sound dead!

Major...

No, no, no... This,
this isn't, this isn't right.

- Help, somebody help!
- Can anyone hear us?!

Help! Help! Help!

Ich muss hier raus,
verdammt nochmal!

- Shut up...
- Can anyone help me?!

Help! Help! Help!

Outta the way!

Shut up... shut up!

Shut up!!!

Hock?

Oh, what is going on?

- Colonel?
- Be careful.

Colonel?

Kill... her.

What?

Kill... the... Nazi.

Okay.

No! Nein! No, no, no! Please.

- No, Paul.
- Please, please.

You heard him.

Oh, this is hell, this room...

And we're locked in it until
one of us offs this Kraut.

There, there must
be another way.

Oh, I pray there isn't.

There has to be.

This, this is why
we are here tonight.

Not for support, not
to save our friend.

He was dead before
we even got here.

Hock needs one of
us to get our hands red.

Wait... we finish the séance.

- What?
- Yeah, we, we finish the séance.

We're, we're still
in another realm.

Hock said if we uncoupled
our hands during the séance,

that the door would stay open.

The door is locked, Marla.

Not the parlor door! The door
to the other side, you know?

But if we can close that door,

whatever's keeping us in
here has to go back, correct?

That's insane.

Our dead friend
says we have to kill

a Kraut green grocer spy

in order to unlock
his parlor room doors.

Now that, that
right there is insane.

Okay, you kinda,
you got a point.

Give me the gun
Archie. I have to end this.

No.

Oh, you're protecting her now?

- Yeah.
- Give me that goddam...

- Paul.
- Oh, I don't believe

we're even having
this conversation.

I say we try the séance.

Oh see, baby Bob
agrees with Marla.

Big whopper of a surprise.

Why don't you cram it, Paul?

Nobody's gonna
be killing anyone.

We try the séance
and if that doesn't work,

we try something else,
we just keep trying.

Stay here.

We try it, and if it doesn't
work, I give you the gun.

What, what? No.

You just stay right there.

I'll be with you in a minute.

Let's hope this works.

Oh, God damn it.

But whatever happens,
still killing that Nazi.

- But I...
- Don't.

I don't know what to do.

Well, neither did he.

Yeah, and how did that turn out?

Just tell him to go away.

"Tell him to go away?"

That's pure poetry.

Uh, this is a message
to the spirit world.

End this.

What Hock started,
we're prepared to stop.

We're through with you.

Oh god.

Our friend Clive
Hockstatter was hurting

more than any good man should.

And he wanted answers
to soothe his pain.

He wanted to know that there
is something else out there,

and now he knows, we all know.

So now this is over.

It's not over.

- Shut up, Hock.
- It is over!

This madness is over this
war, this fucking war is over!

Says who?

You don't belong here
anymore you, you coward!

You need to leave us alone!

You're not gonna drag
us into the dark with you.

That is my best friend
you're talking to there, Bob.

Yeah? Well, he was a sad
old bitter knob, just like you!

Hock never liked you Bob,

and neither did Susie.

To hell with the both of them!

- What happened?
- The fuse blew.

Was there a power failure?

What do you think, Bob?

Hock, turn the lights back on.

Go on, Susie.

- You...
- Susie?

- You...
- Oh, Mein Gott.

Gehe weg!

You did this, all of this.

You moved into my neighborhood.

You poisoned my
city, you poisoned me.

No, stop it.

You killed me.

- You crept into my house.
- What?

- Pinned me down...
- That's a lie.

And slit... my... wrists.

Absolutely not, you crazy bitch!

She's lying! She's mad!
She slit her own wrists!

Go on, show them how you did it.

Stop it, stop it!

Did you do it?

Did you kill Susie?

No, no... I've, I've, I've
never killed anyone,

let alone a sick woman.

How about a sick woman
who found you out?

Susie? Hock... let us go.

Hock, stop it.

Stop it.

Stop it!

We're not gonna kill her, Hock.

Yeah, speak for yourself.

It's not happening, Paulie.

I can't count the
number of times

you made me kill for you, Hock.

You aren't doing it again.

You ain't doing it again!

- Archie!
- Jesus, please.

Jesus, let me out.

Send me to prison...
Send me to hell.

Just let me out. Please.

Hilfe!

Close the door!

That's it. I'm doing
this for Susie.

- Paul, no!
- Kill her.

Let go, let go Paul.

Oh, to hell with you.

- Let her go, Paul!
- Whoa! Oh oh! Bobbo!

Put the gun down,
nobody's killing anybody.

What a crock.

You look away for
one second, Bob,

I'm ripping that
gun from your hands

and I'm shoving it
down to her throat.

No, you're not.

That snatch killed
Susie and Hock.

I'm still fighting
this war Marla,

and I'll take you
down if I have to, Arch.

Paul.

I'll take everyone in this
room down if I have to.

Are you listening
to yourself, huh?!

Have you lost your Goddamn mind?

We're your best friends!

Calm down, Major.

I swore an oath to protect
the United States of America.

And no one in this
room is standing

between me and my country.

I'm doing this for Hock and
Susie... just like he ordered.

This is insane.

Shut the fuck up.

- Now... Bob.
- Hmm?

I'm going to ask one
more time, nicely.

Will you give me that
God damn gun... please?

No.

We've clearly reached
the end of our time here.

Paul, I've done terrible things.

You know that, now they
know that, but I am done.

I can't be be a part
of this anymore.

You? You can't be a
part of killing Nazis?

Killing anyone Paul! That's
not what I signed up for!

Protecting your friends
and family from Nazis

is exactly what
you signed up for!

No, she's not a Nazi.

The Nazis are gone.

We're fighting ghosts,
Paul... ghosts like Hock.

You ruined my goddam life.

You told me to blow up a
schoolhouse for America.

You told me you'd take
care of me and then you,

you go and shoot yourself.

I'm not a bad man.

And the only person in this room

who seems to understand
that is the Kraut.

Kill her!

Kill her, Paulie. Kill
her, Paulie... Paul...

- Kill her!
- I am trying, sir.

Kill her!

Kill her!

No!

Hock, stop it!

Well.

You heard him.

Don't!

You blew my fucking hand off!

- I'm gonna kill you.
- Stop!

What did you do?

Danke lieber Gott...

Bob... Thank you. I
thought he would...

What did you do, Bob?

I had to do it.

Open the damn door... Colonel.

Now!

Going into the Bureau tomorrow.

I'm gonna tell them
what happened in Berlin.

What really happened.

Good.

It is.

What about them?

I'll take responsibility for
what I've done. Will you?

I had to do it.

So did I, Bobbo. So did I.

Sorry Marla.

I love you.

I love you too, Arch.

- Abyssinia.
- Auf Wiedersehen

See you in the papers.

I've got it.

I know you do.

Can't we just fuck the
whole goddam war?

The war's over.

Says who?