All language subtitles for the_outer_limits_s05e12_tribunal

Thank you.

Oh, my God.

Heffling soll heute Morgen werden.

Wie ist mit dir, alter Jude?

You best kind of Google that.

Don't worry.

I'll save you for more important things.

You have a problem?

No, Commandant Rademacher.

I think you do.

I do believe I see hate in your eyes.

Step forward!

I don't like being here any more than
you.

But killing a Jew before breakfast is
the only solace of this miserable job.

Don't stop!

What was that?

Please spare him, I beg you.

I'll touch him.

Very well.

One corpse is as good as another. No!

Kill me instead!

No! No!

Miriam! Miriam!

Mama! Miriam! Mama!

Please, my daughter, don't make her cry.

No, Mama!

No!

No!

No!

No!

There is nothing wrong

with your television. Do not attempt to
adjust the picture.

We are now controlling the transmission.
We control the horizontal and the

vertical. We can deluge you with a
thousand channels or expand one single

to crystal clarity.

And beyond, we can shape your vision to
anything our imagination can

conceive.

For the next hour, we will control all
that you see and hear.

A mystery which reaches from the deepest
inner mind to the outer limits.

Please stand by.

It is said that those who ignore the
past are doomed to repeat it. But what

dangers await those who cannot forget
the past?

Those obsessed with reliving it.

Excuse me? I know who you are.

You're Karl Rademacher.

My name is Green.

Robert Green.

Obviously, you are confusing me with
another man.

What did you call yourself?

A man?

I don't think you're a man. You need
help, Robert? You killed hundreds of

with your own hands.

Sent thousands of people off to die.
You're not a man.

You're a monster. Young man, you are out
of your mind. Killed my family.

Rademacher, my family.

Miriam Skirsky, Hannah Skirsky, those
names, do they mean anything to you? I

never heard those names in my life. Leon
Skirsky is my father. How can you not

remember him? You shot his wife?

Point blank!

At Birkenau, you had his daughter
dragged off to be gassed. How can you

remember those people? The man is a
lunatic, a lunatic. He's a war criminal.

Rademacher!

Leave the man alone.

You're not fooling me!

I'm sorry, young man. I don't know what
you're talking about.

You called me out of a meeting for this.
I want you to see who I'm

investigating. This man and this man,
same person.

I'm not going to lie to you, Aaron.

Without concrete evidence, our chances
of putting away this Robert Green for

crimes he supposedly committed half a
century ago are east of slim and west of

not. I can give you dozens of examples.

of war criminals have been convicted
decades after the fact. Sure.

In the countries where the offenses
occurred or where descendants of their

victims make up most of the population.

The best we could hope to do, and that
presumes that we can convince a court

that Green is who you say he is. Oh,
he's right about that. I stake my life

it. Can I finish, please?

The best we can do is to initiate a
denaturalization procedure.

Claim that he entered the country back
in, when was it? 59. 59, that he entered

based on false statements. And even
then...

We'd have to hope that the Swiss
government would extradite to Germany,

Israel, somewhere, where there's a legal
apparatus set up to deal with these

alleged crimes.

Alleged crimes?

You know what this bastard did? I know
that you believe that he murdered

of your family, but, Aaron, I've got to
tell you, right there we could taint our

presentation of the corpse. Here's what
Rademacher did. He ran a section of

Birkenau where the Nazis put on a good
face. They let the family stay together.

They invited the Red Cross in. You know
what he did the minute the Red Cross

left? I can guess. He had 3 ,500 people,
men, women, children, gassed in a

single day.

If it hadn't been for some guard who
sent my father to a labor camp, I

be standing here talking to you today.

Before you go accusing this man, you
better have your ducks in a row. I hope

God you didn't do anything more than
take photographs.

Oh, God. Look, when I got all this
research from my friend in immigration,

didn't believe it. And then I started to
dig, and it's led to one inescapable

fact. Green is Radenach.

He had the SS tattoo removed. He's got
the scars under his arm. Oh, there's a

hundred explanations for a scar like
that. What about eyewitnesses?

Eyewitnesses! I've got six Birkenau
survivors, including my father, who can

this man and say, he is Rademacher. You
know how reliable 50 -year -old memories

are.

And you have not changed one iota since
law school.

Same fire in your belly, same stubborn
streak.

Just don't bring up the farm workers to
sit in, because I really wasn't...

At my best in those days.

Gwen, what about you?

It didn't used to all be politics. You
used to care about justice. That was all

you cared about. No, that's not all I
cared about.

There was that prince of the irrefutable
polemic I used to be married to.

What a kind way of calling me
argumentative pain in the ass.

You better get serious. You want me to
make a presentation to my boss?

I'm going to need some concrete
evidence. I'm not going in there

blanks. I'll just keep digging.

I'm sure you will.

Mr. Zagarsky? We're closed. We open
again tomorrow at 10.

I'm Nicholas Prentiss.

I understand you're interested in
bringing Robert Green to justice.

What do you know about Green?

Robert Green, a .k .a. Karl Reitmacher.

First lieutenant in the SS.

Went underground after the war.

Became a farmer.

Then a stoker in an iron mill in
Switzerland.

Came to the States in 1959.

Ran a dry cleaning shop until his
retirement in 74.

Shall I go on?

How do you get this information?

Same way you do.

Countless interviews, meticulous
research, sleepless nights.

You're from the Wiesenthal Center?

No. No, it's a privately funded human
rights organization.

They like to keep a pretty low profile.

I thought I might be able to help.

How are you going to do that?

With evidence.

The only thing that matters.

What is that?

Read the name, Aaron.

Where did you get this? Take my word for
it. This is Rademacher's uniform.

I've got to be up early.

Thanks for your time.

Wait a minute.

How do I contact you?

I'll be in touch.

Don't worry.

All right.

All right. I give up.

Josh, you're still losing to Norman, I
see. This man says he can beat me in his

sleep.

I think he just proved it to me.

Listen, I need to talk to you.

You're looking strong.

Yeah, at my age, you look at all, you
should be grateful.

Listen, Dad, yesterday...

I saw him. I actually saw him. Who?

The devil.

Rademacher? Rademacher. I saw him
outside his house. I even spoke to him.

Are you serious?

Yeah, I'm serious. You don't have to
look so surprised. I told you I wouldn't

let this go.

My son, the big shot Nazi hunter.

What did he say?

Do you admit who he is? No, no, no. He
denied everything. But listen to me,

Sometime soon, if you're feeling strong
enough.

I'm going to have to take you to see
him, to identify him.

I don't know if I could ever look on
him.

If you could, do you think you could
identify him after all these years?

God,

give me a little more life.

I could never forget such a face.

Listen to me.

If this comes to a trial, or even a
deposition, you're going to have to

You're going to have to talk about
Miriam, Dad.

And about your daughter.

Help me! Help me! Help me instead!

No!

God has kept me alive for some purpose.

I'll do whatever I have to do.

promised. I bring the Chinese food.

You tell me what they said.

Sweet and sour pork. Not exactly kosher,
is it? Yeah, I'm guilty as charged.

Gwen, what did Forensics say? You got
any soy sauce in here? In the bag. Come

on, Gwen.

Here, look, look, look, look. Here's
some.

How's your dad?

He's as strong as ever. You're still his
favorite chick, so you know.

You guys getting along any better these
days? I don't get this. I don't

understand it. What does it mean?

It's kind of a mixed bag.

The materials, the construction, the
identifying labels all suggest the

is completely authentic.

Fantastic. What did I tell you? They
also say that unless it was vacuum

for 50 years, there's no way it could be
in the condition it was in.

Well, couldn't the collector have taken
pains to preserve it? Maybe.

But regardless of the authenticity of
the jacket, there's no DNA evidence on

that could link it to Robert Green.

Well, what about fingerprints?

There were fingerprints on the buttons.

But according to the lab, the original
owners would have disappeared decades

ago. What they found was probably the
prints of the man who turned it over to

you. So where are we?

Honestly, same place we were yesterday.

Desperately seeking evidence.

What have you got?

Thanks.

How did you know I was here?

I told you. My research is scrupulous.

Really? Well, the uniform you gave me
was useless.

Don't tell me that you're giving up.

I'll tell you something.

When I was a kid, my father used to talk
to me about the war, you know, about

the camp.

and read all that horror.

You know what I did?

I just nodded my head and pretended to
listen. In fact, I was a million miles

away. How can a child handle all that
pain?

In fact, I didn't know how lucky I was.
Most survivors, they don't talk to their

children at all. They just surround
themselves in a wall of silence.

So it wasn't until I was an adult that I
unplugged my ears finally and I

listened for the first time to what he
said.

And now that I've heard it,

Now that I've heard it, I can't close my
eyes and ears ever again. You

understand what I'm saying to you?

I think I'll have a drink.

Bring me what he's having, okay?

You know, my father even named me after
one of the prisoners in the camp. Who

knows, maybe in another life.

Your father remarried after the war?

Yeah.

Helen, my mother, was a survivor at
Birkin.

You tell me where you got that uniform.

Off the back of a mass murderer. No,
you're preaching to the choir. I want to

know if you can get your hands on any
other potential evidence.

What?

Photographs, handwriting, blood
evidence, DNA?

All of the above.

I'll see what I can do.

I see.

And you're not going to tell me how to
get in touch with you, right?

If you want my help, I'm afraid it's
going to have to be on my terms.

Good night.

Thank you.

Finally, I've been waiting here for half
an hour.

I've been busy. With what, your sources?

What's going on? What are we doing here?
This should answer all your questions.

What is this?

Cicada with safety deposit box.

Trustees Bank of Philadelphia.

Robert Greene's safety deposit box?

I didn't say anything about Robert
Greene.

Well, whose is it?

Your father's.

Now, according to these records, this
was a dormant account.

Apparently the box hasn't been accessed
since the day it was opened.

Could this be right?

May 9, 1948.

48.

It's amazing it still exists.

You just signed this.

I'm telling you, I never had a safety
deposit box in this bank. I never even

an account. A lot of years ago, and
maybe you forgot, you know.

I don't forget such things. All right.
Are you going to sign this or not?

Okay, good. Sorry.

Right there.

Okay.

Terrific. Thank you very much. Thank
you.

Okay.

Go ahead. Do you want to? All right.

God's going to see them all.

No! No!

No! No! No!

No! No! No! No! No! No! No!

No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No!

No!

No!

I don't know. What do you think?

I think it... I think some people could
say it's convenient.

I know that the timing of this is a
little odd, but it doesn't make it any

less real. Look at it. I'm trying to be
objective here.

I ask you for evidence, and the next
minute you show up with this box full of

artifacts. I know.

Documents that haven't surfaced for 50
years. Your father didn't even know

they came from. Yeah, you asked me for
evidence, Glenn.

This is...

and now you're giving me some kind of
third degree on it. You think I'm tough?

Wait till you hear Green's defense.

No, that doesn't matter, because when
he's... No, I'm going very far out on a

limb for you, Aaron.

My job is on the line.

The D .A. thinks my judgment is clouded
by allegiance to my ex, and you're still

holding out on me. No, you see, you know
everything that I know. I haven't met

this man, this self -appointed Nazi
hunter. Well, what do you think, that I

made him up?

First rule of combat.

Know the difference between friend and
foe.

I'm on your side, Aaron.

Just as I've always been.

They had a sign on the gates of
Auschwitz.

Arbeit macht frei.

Work will set you free.

The cruelest lie ever told.

There's only one thing that can set you
free, Harlan.

It's the truth.

Hello?

Apparently the box hasn't been accessed
since the day it was opened. May 9,

1948.

What are you doing, boy?

Jak zobaczę te ciuchy, to cię wzywiorę.

Jak to?

Jak to możliwe?

To pytanie zajmiemy sobie codziennie.

Jesteś złoć?

I'm Aaron.

My name is Aaron.

Welcome to Hell on Earth, Aaron.

This is my daughter, Hannah.

Say hello, Shepzala.

Hello.

Your wife, where's your wife?

Dead.

Murdered by that toy foot.

Distribute writing instruments and
paper.

We want you to write your friends and
relatives.

You will tell them the conditions here
are excellent and that the authorities

treat you humanely.

You.

You have something to say.

No, Commander.

Eyes down!

Take him away.

No, please don't.

I will write the letter exactly as you
wish.

Take him outside. Shoot him.

No!

Hold him outside.

I'll shoot him myself.

No.

Anyone else have a comment?

Tomorrow we'll distribute fresh
clothing.

You will be receiving visitors from the
Red Cross.

When they come, you will tell them that
you are grateful to be here, that you've

been given enough to eat, and that
you've been afforded every

We'll be looking for strong volunteers
for a work to tell in Gleiwitz.

The rumor is, if you volunteer, you
won't come back.

No, no.

You have to be on that work detail if
you want to live. You know what he's

to do, don't you, the minute the Red
Cross leaves?

He'll have everyone killed.

I put my faith in God.

Butch, no!

Where am I? What the hell were you
doing? I didn't imagine that. That

happened to me. Do you have any idea how
dangerous this was? Explain to me what

happened. I don't understand. I can't.
Explain it to me. You won't understand.

Fine, I take your thing. I give it to
the FBI. I give it to the newspapers.

I have to know what happened.

You went back in time.

Back to when the device was set, March
3rd, 1944.

That's impossible.

Is it?

Who are you?

What are you?

I grew up not far from here.

About a hundred years from now.

I'm not from your day, Aaron.

I'm a time traveler.

This device is the means we use to cross
temporal boundaries.

Humans perfected time travel late in the
21st century.

Why did you pick me? Why did you pick
Rademacher?

Your passion made you the perfect
candidate.

Wait, you just want to... If you want to
get a war criminal, why don't you

just... Just kill him?

The first rule of time travel forbids
it.

We have a solemn obligation to minimize
the damage to the time stream.

The course of history.

The cause and effect of sequential
events.

But if you've tempered with all this
evidence, you've already changed

it is, the time stream.

Everything I've done has been tested for
its ripple effect.

Vetted, if you will.

We're confined to those actions whose
consequences are approved.

So if you give me the evidence to prove
that Green is Rademacher, then you'll

have the tribunal's blessing.

The documents are authentic.

Everything from the paper to the glue to
the inks to the marks of attrition date

the certificate to the early 40s. The
blood? The blood evidence?

We've got a first pass at DNA markers.

But without a blood sample from Green,
we have no basis for comparison.

I've spoken to Mr. Markham, his lawyer,
about a voluntary submission. The man is

on the warpath.

Of course he is. He's claiming that it's
all part of an elaborate frame -up.

He's going to make the case that you've
been engaged in a no -holds -barred

vendetta against an innocent old man.

If he's able to cast doubt on the
evidence, he could shoot your theory to

It's not a theory anymore.

We could go for broke.

We can issue an order to Green to show
cause why he shouldn't be deported. But

if we lose, that's it.

Aaron, were you not telling me?

Well, there's no way I can expect you to
believe it.

Try me.

I don't know how to say this, Aaron.

You have to know how much I wanted this
to work.

How badly I wanted Green.

Wanted? What do you mean wanted? Why are
you talking the past tense like you've

given up?

You know what's going to happen.

If you can go back in time, you can go
forward, too. And you've already seen

future.

You have to know we altered the equation
every time we intervened.

Every time we brought something back.
You just checked, didn't you?

And you know how this is going to end.

Whatever it is, I want to hear it.

With the evidence closing in on him,
Robert Green bought a one -way ticket to

Argentina.

He was never heard from again.

How are you doing?

What the hell do you want?

What does it look like?

Is this your idea of justice?

Taking the law into your own hands?

Desperate times.

Desperate measures.

Is that money you want?

I've got some cash in this suitcase.

You're going somewhere?

Going somewhere?

You feel very powerful with a gun in
your hand, huh? Yeah, just a little bit

more powerful than all the people that
you killed.

Put it away and go home, Skierski.

Rundlicker!

Turn around.

I want to hear it from the devil's own
lips.

And then you're going to kill me.

You kill any, no send me.

Aaron.

No.

Get out.

You've already done your job.

Has it come to this?

Damn right it has. This man doesn't
deserve to draw another breath. Is

so important to you?

Can you think of anything more
important?

There's a reason I came to you. A reason
I traveled all this way.

We're connected, Aaron.

It wasn't just your family that man
murdered.

It was mine.

I'm your great -grandson, Aaron.

Yes, it's true.

If anything happens to you, then I cease
to exist.

No. No, this can't be.

It's a trick.

It's a trick.

Guard. Take a stand.

He says he doesn't belong.

No.

I can't believe it.

Just stop playing tricks on me. This is
a conspiracy.

What's the problem?

He's being belligerent.

What is your name?

This is a nightmare.

It has to be. I asked your question,
Jew.

I'm not a Jew.

I despise the Jews.

Don't you know who I am?

I am Karl Rademacher.

Shut up, old man.

We are the same man.

Please, let me prove to you.

I'm a loyal servant of the Reich, member
of the SS.

Heil Hitler.

Beg for your life.

I want to hear you beg.

No, no, no, no.

My father, he gave me a bicycle.

A green bicycle when I was ten.

I drove it into the river. He beat me.

I am you.

Fifty years from now, I am you.

Back away!

All of you!

It's too late.

I did what I had to do.

Of course you did.

I'll speak to the tribunal.

I'm not going to pretend it'll be easy,
but I'll make them understand.

It's all right.

Don't be afraid.

I don't know why I bother.

Dad? Huh?

Dad.

There's someone I want you to meet.

I got in here.

For a minute, I thought... You see what
old age does to you, huh? Dad,

look.

It's not possible.

It's not.

Vera?

It's not possible.

The wounds of war run deep, cutting
across generations.

But there is always the hope of healing,
so long as there are souls among us

whose hearts are more full of love than
hate.