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Meet Robert Street.

A true believer
in the American dream...

the quaint idea that a man
who puts in his time

will eventually be rewarded

with a better life
for his family.

Robert Street, section T4.

Robert Street. Please report
to your supervisor.

Maybe it's about that raise
I put in for.

But the America Robert Street

has just stepped into
is very different

from yours and mine.

And this world offers
a man like him no guarantee.

What's going on?

I was told the new boss
wanted to see me.

I am your new boss.

But that can't be.
I-I don't understand how...

I'm afraid I have
some bad news, Robert.

We're going to have
to let you go.

You... you can't fire me.

Yes, I can.

Oh, and one more thing.

We'll need you to train
your replacement.

Robert Street has just learned
that the American dream

is nothing more than
an Aryan man's nightmare.

And for Robert Street,

that nightmare
has only just begun.

You may not know me, but you
might've seen one of my films,

those terrifying visions
where the Allies won the war.

My name is Hawthorne Abendsen,
and I am

the Man in the High Castle.
Tonight, I want to share

with you the story of
Robert Street, one of thousands

from my vaults, another of my...

Cut!

- Hawthorne, you're not
giving us what we need.

We're gonna have to go again.

Please, I've read
your hateful lines.

I've discredited myself
for the whole world to see.

What more do you want?

I want you to make me feel
like you believe it.

- But I don't believe it.
- Hawthorne,

you want your hour
with your wife, right?

- Yeah.
- Terrific.

Let's try it again.

Uh, back to one. Lights.

Wait, whoa, whoa.

At least let me
punch it up a bit.

Ah, maybe on an alt take,
but for now,

we do it as written, got it?

- Got it.
- Great.

Take four. Roll it!

In Washington today,
the Warren Commission

is expected to present
President Johnson

with a summary
of their investigation

into President Kennedy's
assassination,

where 500 witnesses
have been called forth

to give their testimony on
the events of November 22.

Hold it right there, you two!

Ah, show me your hands.

Palms up.

You know the drill. Papers.

I don't have them.
I lost them.

I thought at first
you were running the fence

looking for a "date."

Oh, yeah?
How do you know I wasn't?

Then what're you doing out here?

You know this is
a restricted zone.

Just taking in the sights,
you know.

Ha, ha.

Headquarters.
- Yeah, it's Durham.
I got a fence runner

for pickup, no I.D.

- Finally got something.
- We hadn't heard from you

in a while, thought maybe
you'd starved to death.

Uh, yeah.

- Yeah.
Wouldn't that be a trick.
- Yeah.

Send strudel, right?

What was that?

Durham?

Durham, is everything okay?

Durham, what's going on?

Durham?

Durham?

We're not open yet, miss.

- 7:00 a.m.
- Uh...

I'm-I'm happy to pay
for a loaf now if...

if you'll allow me.

Sure.

Thanks.

Where did you get this?

Obergruppenfuhrer Goertzmann
is here to see you, sir.

- Heil Himmler.
- Heil Himmler.

Reichsmarschall, what a pleasure
to meet you at last.

Obergruppenfuhrer.

Your reputation from the
Ural campaign precedes you.

I was raised in the mountains,

in Bavaria.

I suppose you could say
I had an unfair advantage.

Hmm.

Ah, New York...

such a marvelous city,

- like no other in the world.
- Well, I think so,

but then I was born here,
it's home to me.

Tell me, can you see where
the Fuhrer was shot from here?

No.

You've really turned things
around here.

My wife Ingrid, she, um,

she loves the shopping
and the views.

She was sorry
not to make the trip.

I had to promise her we'd return
for a longer stay.

Sounds like you're thinking
of joining us.

The Fuhrer has discussed
the possibility with me.

What'd you tell him?

I told the Fuhrer
that I'd think it over.

The adventure of a new city,
but, as you say,

there's nowhere like home.

These are good problems to have.

Sometimes.

The Fuhrer can be, um...

mercurial.

It takes a long time
to enter the Fuhrer's favor,

but no time at all to fall
out of it, as you yourself know.

I've detained you
long enough, John.

I look forward
to our dinner tonight.

A perfect morning
for a good rest

and a pot of tea,
don't you think?

It's raining hammers and nails.

Since midnight.

Let's get you comfy
in the living room.

Would you like something
from the library?

- What's...?
- Oh.

A gentleman guest of your
husband's left it behind.

Everyone's supposed
to have read it.

Well, then, I'll tackle it.

Especially if everyone
is supposed to have read it.

"Germania: A Triumph
of Aryan Architecture."

Oh, architecture. That's boring.

Architecture isn't just
about buildings, Bridget.

Of course.

I didn't mean to overstep.

You didn't.

And thank you.

- Hello, my darlings.
- Yeah.

That makes 18.

I told you it's all here.

You want to check
the mortars and the .50 cal?

No, I trust your count.

All right.
Let's get out of here.

All right, boys.

Load it up. Come on, let's go.

So is this a win

- or a loss for you?
- Too soon to tell.

You know the JPS
is gonna come down on you.

Like a ton of bricks.

But we'll be ready.
What about you?

Regroup, take a deep breath,

then raise hell in the Reich
with our new toys.

Good luck.

You, too.

Ah, goddamn it.

What is going on with him?

Says he can get a letter
to the Crown Princess.

Claims there are some sensible
people at the palace

who want the attacks to stop.

Well, of course there are.

You're kicking their arses.

Awfully hard to concentrate
with a gun pointed at my head.

Hold up, what's it say?

Can you read Japanese?

Fuck you think?

Uh... I-I'm sorry, I didn't know

that Negroes were
taught to read Japanese.

"Your Imperial Highness"?

How the hell they gonna know
this is coming from you?

- Uh...
- Easy.

Easy. You're right.

Okay? I think I can
do something about that.

Just let me,
let me try to fix this.

This is horrid writing paper.

Send a messenger you can trust,
and have this delivered

to Imperial Secretary
Hirano's office.

I got it.

Fellas.

General Masuda and I were junior
lieutenants in Australia.

One night, he force-marched
across a desert

to protect my flank.

Without orders.

He was reprimanded, but I am
certain he saved my life.

It is a terrible loss
for all of us.

This terrorist attack
is the fault of the appeasers.

We both know
who I'm talking about.

Yes, General, I do.

That is over now.

You are free to do
what must be done.

Kido.

Is there a Kempeitai file
on Admiral Inokuchi?

It would be unusual
to open files

on senior Imperial commanders.

I will not let the death

of a man who saved my life
go unavenged.

I understand my orders, General.

I will have
Admiral Inokuchi surveilled,

and I will start
an intelligence file.

This must be kept
within our house.

In your command is an officer
who appears trustworthy.

Captain lijima.

Give him the task.

I had just engaged the target,
Juliana Crane, sir,

when I was attacked.

By whom?

By you, sir. John Smith.

The Alt-World's version
of John Smith.

Go on.

There was a struggle.

You... he was very strong, sir.

And committed
to saving Juliana Crain.

What happened, Campbell?

He died, sir.

You killed m...

...me?

Sir, yes, sir. I did.

What happened to the body?

I concealed the evidence
and disposed of your...

the body,
so that it will never be found.

Dismissed.

Mrs. Smith?

The Fuhrer's wife
is down in the lobby.

Oh.

Uh...

Go.

The Reichsmarschall's wife?

I'm afraid she is indisposed
at the moment.

You are dismissed.

Margarete.

Ah, we, we weren't expecting you
until this evening.

My husband's
dietary restrictions.

Of course.

W-Would you care for some tea?

Stimulants cloud the mind,
and my day is full.

I do not have the luxury
of lazing around until noon.

I get up at 5:00 a.m.
every morning for exercise,

after which I take
a cold plunge.

Over breakfast,
I review my husband's schedule

and edit his speeches and
by 9:00 a.m., I am in my office

as Colonel of the Reich
Red Cross.

And so I begin my day.

How will you begin your day?

I'm looking forward
to preparing our dinner.

Hmm.

Frankly, I am concerned
about you, Helen.

You seem tired.

And you've been away
an entire year.

A sick relative?

Yes. Uh, my brother, Hank.

Ah. And your husband approves

of your long absences?

Well, he was with us

when the demands
of the Reich would allow.

Your behavior and absences have
not been what the Fuhrer expects

from the Reichsmarschall's wife,

especially in solch
wechselvollen Zeiten.

I'm afraid
I'm not fluent enough...

"Changing seasons."

To which changes
are you referring?

Oh.

Maybe you have been away
too long

tending to this sick relative?

Well, he has
completely recovered.

- Ah.
- No need for concern.

- I am back now.
- Good.

I am glad we had this talk.

One's health is one's
most valuable possession.

My miracle of my husband's
health is the talk of Berlin.

Seine Lebenskraft steigt.

Translate.

"His sap still rises."

Heil Himmler, Madam Smith.

Heil Himmler.

Until the evening, Helen.

Auf Wiedersehen.

It's from Robert Childan.

He says he's a hostage
of the BCR.

We think it's genuine.

They're offering
a temporary ceasefire

in exchange for peace talks.

I don't trust them.

You don't have to.

I've spoken with
the Crown Prince.

The Emperor agrees.

It's decided.

Yes, of course, Your Highness.

I serve at the will
of the Emperor.

One more thing.

If this meeting should be
discovered...

I was acting on my own.

Thank you, Admiral.

It's me.

She says she's Juliana Crain.

Ah, the Reich is slipping.

Trying to pass off
a contraband fiver

as some kind of proof
of their mole's bona fides.

No, just trying to buy
a loaf of bread

and a place to hide
from the police.

Oh, would you look at that.

It's dated 1964.
That's a... that's a nice touch.

You want to tell us
who you really are?

My name is Juliana Crain.

Okay.

Juliana Crain was captured
in the Poconos a year ago.

Yeah, that's right.

Here I am.

Hmm.

It's just that nobody
walks out of a Reich cell.

- Maybe I didn't walk.
- I think you talked,

and I think you went over
to the other side

to save your own neck.
That is, if you are

who you say you are, and I'm,

- I'm assuming you aren't.
- Hmm.

Have you seen
the "Allies Win" film?

Then you know exactly where
I've been for the past year,

and I'm guessing
that you know Wyatt Price.

Why don't you give him a call?

He'll vouch for me.

Let's say you are Juliana Crain.

Why are you here, Juliana Crain?
Why did you come back?

To kill John Smith.

- Reichsmarschall.
My apologies, sir,

but I think you should
take a look at this.

A woman was taken into custody
early this morning

at the National Mall
in Washington, D.C.

We were able to lift a partial
print off a door handle.

It matches those
of Juliana Crain.

Where is she now?

Unfortunately,
she escaped the guard, sir.

Disappeared into
the District of Contamination.

House-to-house,
building-to-building

till she's found.

Sir.

- Metzger?
- Yes, sir?

Increase the security
on my family.

Sir.

- Chief Inspector.
- Come in, Captain.

The surveillance you requested.

Would you like a drink?

My reporting
on Admiral Inokuchi.

I can only surveil him
until he boards his ship.

Shall I try to
gain a spy aboard?

Yes, but this will be
sufficient for now.

You have done good work.

You are an officer
upon whom we depend.

Thank you, sir.

There is one matter I wanted
to discuss with you in private.

Outside the office.

Of course, sir.

Per General Yamori's orders,

the Tagomi murder case
is now closed.

The assassin found,

the weapon retrieved,

conclusive evidence.

And yet, something unfortunate
has come to light.

We found a partial print
on the clip

inside the pistol.

It is yours.

Do not worry, Captain.

I have spoken with
General Yamori.

He has told me everything.

I have redacted
the incriminating evidence.

I only mention this
so that next time,

you will be more careful
in covering your tracks.

Thank you for the correction,
Chief Inspector.

Next time...

- I promise to be more vigilant.
- Good.

Refreshments, gentlemen?

- Beer? Cocktail?
- Surprise me.

Thank you, Mrs. Himmler.

Danke, Frau Oberst Himmler.

Danke,
Frau Oberst Himmler.

Handmade chocolates!

From Café Demel in Wien,

the finest in the world.

Oh, danke,
Frau Oberst Himmler, danke!

Oh.

You remind me of my own
little Liebling

at her age.

Tell me, how many languages
can you speak?

English.
And my teachers tell me

-my German is the best
in the class.
-Ah.

Had your Uncle Hank
recovered from his illness?

Uncle Hank says...

he has never been sick a day
in his life...

because of fresh air
and fresh milk!

Oh, these gifts.
You have been overly generous.

Not at all, Helen.

And I have one final gift.

- For you.
- Ah.

From a French courtesan.

From a long time ago.

Hmm. That is lovely. Danke.

Why don't I show you
the rest of the apartment?

-The Japanese have one hell
of a problem on their hands.
-Hmm.

Especially with this Negro
Hampton barking at their heels.

Hmm. Tell me, Smith.

How do they get out
of this mess?

Oh, I don't think they do, sir.

They're overextended
and they lack the resources.

You're wrong, Smith.

They lack the will!

Goertzmann.

Tell Smith how you handled
the uprising in Belgrade.

Oh. We've created a false
resistance movement.

Lured the real leaders
to a meeting and...

executed them all.

That's...

how you strangle an uprising
in its crib, Smith!

You need to sit down
and catch your breath. Come.

The Fuhrer's been rattling
everyone's cage lately.

Don't worry, John.

You still have friends
in Berlin.

But there are many
who disapprove

of an American in charge here.

There are also those in Berlin
who are concerned

about ambitious young generals.

These are problems
since the days of Caesar,

aren't they?

Will you excuse me?
I'm gonna check on the dinner.

Margarete is laying traps.

She's using the girls as bait.

Mm-hmm.

They are building a case
against us, John.

I can feel it.

Let's just get through
the evening.

Okay.

Mein Fuhrer, if you'd like to
sit at the head

- of the table, please.
- Ah, wherever I sit

is the head of the table.

But...

I want the little ones,
the beautiful future

of the master race,
to sit here beside me.

Go ahead, have a seat, girls.

Wilhelm?

Please.

The film about your son's life,

his commitment to the Reich,

everyone in Berlin
has seen it, it's...

- so deeply moving.
- Hmm.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

- Girls.
- Nein.

This damned mask.

So, Smith.

Why is Die Nebenwelt
behind schedule?

Die, uh, Nebenwelt?

Oh, it's, uh, a new device for

measuring scientific
intelligence.

I don't want intelligence.

I want Lebensraum.

Room to live.

Germ warfare, wipe them out

if you have to...

Nein! Genug.

Perhaps we should
talk about this in private

when the girls
have been excused.

Maybe the girls

should be excused. Girls?

Bridget will send plates
to your rooms.

Oh, come now, Mutti.

Let them stay.

It's not every night

that the Fuhrer comes to visit.

I believe I really must
insist, Mein Fuhrer.

They have homework to do
and it is late already.

Gute Nacht, Madels.

Gute Nacht, Mein Fuhrer.

Good night, Mein Fuhrer.

Night-night, girls.

Margarete.

Danke.

There you are.

I look forward
to seeing you soon, Helen.

It was so wonderful
to host you twice in one day.

Wilhelm.

- Thank you again, Helen.
- Mm-hmm.

And, um, your daughters
are beautiful.

- Oh.
- Favoring their mother.

Thank you.

John, thank you
for this evening.

Let's get that drink
next time you're in town.

Safe travels.

All I see in Berlin
are smiling faces,

everywhere I look.

But there's no one I can trust.

You'll always have my loyalty.

I don't want your loyalty, John.

I want your devotion.

I've never seen him
this bad before.

He's... one coughing fit away

from having
you eliminated, John.

All of us.

I know.

Watch your step.

My, uh, husband and I...

started building this
as a bomb shelter

toward the end of the war.

We didn't finish it in time.

Well, they dropped the bomb
on a Sunday, didn't they?

Knowing so many
would be in church.

After the war,
they took my husband.

For his "impurity."

I was happy to offer this
to the Resistance

as a hiding place.

Uh...

I have to lock you in,
for the time being.

No, I understand.

Well, please, won't you sit?

I'll, uh, I'll bring you
some food in a bit.

I believe that you are
who you say you are.

Can I...

...can I ask you something?

Of course.

I've seen the film.

A lot of us have.

There's Roosevelt alive
with Churchill and Stalin.

I remember the day Roosevelt
was assassinated.

Yeah.

But in that world, he survived.

Please, could you keep going?

W-What happened next?

I have something I...
could show you.

Okay.

This is, uh...

This is a sketch

that I did from
a newspaper clipping

after FDR was shot at.

One bullet could have
changed everything.

But it didn't.

Not there.

W-What's this one?

That's Roosevelt. That's after
he created the New Deal.

- New Deal?
- Yeah.

Just, um,
"Relief, Reform, Recovery."

That was the motto,

and he completely rebuilt
the economy.

- Ended the Depression?
- He did.

He also led the U.S.
to victory over Nazi Germany.

- Baby. Oh, baby.
- Oh, God.

- Oh.
- Oh, baby.

Let me see your face.
Let me see it.

There it is.

Oh...

Hey, Pale Face.

They let you have any sun today?

It was raining.

They brought me some cold tea.

I don't know what else to do
to make 'em treat you better.

No, I don't want you
to do anything more.

In fact...

I want you to stop doing
what you're doing

- altogether.
- Babe...

if I don't collaborate,
they'll separate us or worse.

You are discrediting
all the work we've done.

And it's worth it
just to see you.

Can't you see it's killing you?

What...

Okay, what if I stop?
What if I stop?

No, I will never, ever,
ever give them a reason

- or cause to harm you.
- I know that.

But... we're dying in front
of each other's eyes.

- Well, they'll kill us
anyway, hon.

And they're not now?

Go away, I've earned my time.

No. No!

- Don't! No! No!
- What are you doing?

-You leave me alone!
What are you doing?!
-Stop it! Stop it!

- What are you doing?!
- N-No, I'm not going!

- Caroline!
- Oh, God! No...

Caroline!

Damn it! Damn it!

No!

I was promised
time with my wife!

You can go back soon.
I just, uh,

have a couple
of questions for you.

I'm a captive audience.

There's a...

a theory...

the presence of an observer

in an experiment
alters the outcome

of the experiment itself.

Sounds like you've been reading
your Heisenberg.

- Is it true?
- Yeah.

That's his theory at least.

Have you read about "action at a
distance" in quantum mechanics?

Go on.

What happens in one universe

immediately changes
another universe,

across time and space.

Einstein himself called it...

"spooky."

So it's not just the person
that changes, it's the...

it's the world he came from.

Well, it has to, John.

How can anyone who travels
the road not taken

not be changed?

Why are you asking?

What...

What have you done?

Well... be careful
out there, John.

You might find out
who you really are.

"Happy trails

"to you until we meet again.

"Happy trails to you!

Keep smiling..."

Your wallet with currency.

Your watch.

And your wedding ring
I recovered

from the-the body.

General Whitcroft's been briefed
that I'm on a covert mission.

He doesn't know where
or what purpose.

Yes, Reichsmarschall.

You'll feel a searing light,

but it won't burn.
You'll be a little nauseous,

possibly light-headed
when you come out

on the other side,
where you'll find yourself

in shaft number two.
Follow the signs.

You'll find your car
parked outside the mine.

The portal will be activated
in exactly 48 hours.

Put these on for the transit.

Remember to wear them
on your return.

Good luck, sir.

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