All language subtitles for Hunters S01E05 720p AMZN WEB-DL

Equal rights is not a crime.

Bring Huey home.

Equal rights is not a crime.

Bring Huey home.

Equal rights is not a crime.

Bring Huey home.

- Daddy!
- Hey, mama. What's up? Hmm?

I like your tiny Huey banner.

He's coming home soon, you know?

My daddy changes the world.

And you're gonna, too,
little lady.

Huh?

How you been, Rox?

- Fine.
- Hmm.

I mean, you don't look fine.

Work's just been intense.

So I see.

I just hope you're bleeding
for a worthy cause, Rox.

Because with Buchanan
and Buckley

breathing down our necks,

I don't think you should
be giving your blood

to anybody but your own.

We need the money, Darnell.

I'm working this job

so you can keep doing
what you're doing here.

And I'm bleeding
for the worthiest cause

in the whole fu...

...F-U-C-K-I-N-G world.

- Look, I didn't mean any disre...
- Mama's got to go.

I love you, little chicken.

I'm gonna hug you so tight,
I'm gonna make you poop.

You be good for Daddy now. Okay?

Power to the people, Mommy.

Now, what do you...?

Come on, mama.

Brains are of little help
when brawn is needed.

Joe will train you.

He will exhaust you.

Let your anger feed you.

The war we are in,
you'll need stamina.

Believe me, I should know.

The Wolf tested
my stamina every day.

Of all the prisoners in his pen,
he had it out for me.

It's because of my safta?

Jesus fucking Christ.

How many people have you killed?

Small indignities

grew to outright assaults.

Until one night,

I was dragged from my sleep
to the doctor's chambers.

And there reigned The Wolf.

He made sure I couldn't run.

I screamed just once.

That was it.

Never again would I scream.

I wouldn't give him
the satisfaction.

He tortured me

for nine hours.

I know because I counted
in my head.

One minute, two minutes.

An hour.

Two hours. Five hours.

Six.

The tools this surgeon
had used to mend soldiers

he now used to tear me apart.

But I had the stamina.

I wore him out.

And then, suddenly,
I had the chance.

There was a hammer
so close to me,

I could touch it.

So close.

I could have grabbed it.

I could have killed him
in that very moment.

But I didn't do anything.

Why?

Was it weakness?

Was it that true evil kills you
from the inside out,

rendering you inert?

Or was it a light from within,
talking to me,

telling me that even killing
this man was wrong?

Whatever it was,

it stopped me
from doing something horrible

when something horrible
needed to be done.

Because I didn't act,

what I thought was the end
was only the start.

Jesus Christ.

It's like you were
clawed by a...

A wolf?

And yet...
it wasn't just this scar

that earned him
that moniker, The Wolf.

I hesitated once,

and it was the greatest mistake
I ever made.

Jonah, when your time comes,
swear to me

you will not let
what's inside you stop you

from doing what is difficult.

- Jonah, swear to me.
- I swear.

I will hold you to that.

Ha. Yeah, who's the slow one
now, bitch?

Come on.

Seriously, how many people
have you killed?

'Cause it's got something
to do with the timing.

I know.

Oh, Jesus. You smell like
what slides out of a cow

- after a calf is born.
- All right.

It's time to hunt The Ghost,
owner of box 630.

Let's find
that nine-fingered fucker.

Wh-What happened to the tenth?

Oh, the tenth finger
is in the belly

of a Romani girl.

Bit it off while he was
experimenting on her.

Ruth long ago ID'd
two of the men in this photo.

The first one you'll recognize:
The Wolf,

whereabouts obviously unknown.

But the guy on the end?

That's Dieter Zweigelt,
top lieutenant of The Ghost.

Records say he ran a lab
for The Ghost at Auschwitz.

Yes, and that little piggy

is here.

I found him in the visa
applications for 1945.

After Auschwitz fell,
Zweigelt changed his name

to, uh, Victor Dillman.

So I searched for
and found a Victor Dillman.

Same age, a doctor
in Huntsville, Alabama.

Well,

Joe, Jonah,

and Harriet
will pay him a visit.

Wait'll those rednecks get
a gander at you, Shlomo.

Yeah, I d... I don't
look that Jewish.

You? Jew.

- We found something else.
- Yeah.

We found a lead
on someone who knew The Ghost.

Yeah, biblically.

Wait. All right.

Okay, Tilda Sauer, propagandist.

Uh, Goebbels'
favorite filmmaker.

She was also schtupping
The Ghost.

All right, uh, Murray,
you made that clear.

She lured people to worship
a genocidal madman.

She spun his murders
of our people as heroic deeds.

Now, Ruth couldn't verify it,
but she believed

that Tilda might now
be in the States,

living as Karen Ballinger...
would you believe it...

a political consultant,
a spin doctor

in Westchester.

Roxy, Lonny, and I will pay

- this snake a call.
- With any luck,

one of these
will lead to The Ghost.

Yeah, you know, uh, Meyer,
unfortunately,

uh, Murray and I can't join

because tomorrow is
our daughter Amy's wedding.

I thought I was getting
her hand in marriage.

- You promised.
- Have you heard about this?

Had no idea.

- Get out.
- This is outrageous.

Just get out.

Stood up again.

Listen, uh, boychick,

you've got a very good head,
uh, for this kind of stuff.

Not as good as mine, but I can't
seem to be able to figure out

what the heck else
they were communicating

in this music mishegas.

So maybe you could give it
a shot for me, huh?

Yeah. Yeah, sure.
I'll try not to show you up.

Yeah, thank you,
but we're kind of counting on it

that you do, hmm?

- Okay.
- All right.

Come on, this is
the third fucking bite

you got out of me this week.

I'm not Meals on Wheels.

Give me something
on Offerman I can use.

I told you I did a couple
profiles on the guy.

Oh, my G...

Then, when I needed him most,
he disappeared on me, all right?

You happy? Sweet guy.

Hope he gets cancer
of the balls.

- You needed him for what?
- He came to me a year ago,

spinning some yarn that he'd
spotted an old Nazi war criminal

at Gristedes on the Upper East.

I thought Offerman's cataracts
must have gotten worse

until I looked into it.

- Turns out, he was right.
- Mm-hmm.

I tried to write a story,
expose the Nazi bastard,

then my whole
fucking life imploded.

The Nazi in the supermarket,
was his name Hans Fischer?

How'd you know that?

Did Meyer ever allude
to wanting to get revenge?

- You know, to kill him?
- What? No.

Meyer came to me specifically
to expose the guy,

and when I started looking
into the Gristedes Nazi,

- I found another one.
- Gretel Fischer?

How the fuck did you know that?

It was you. You were the one
who went to NASA about her.

Weren't you?

Did Meyer find out
about her, too?

What, you think he's fucking
Shylock Holmes, Jew detective?

I think he had
these Nazis killed.

You're trying to cuff
the old Jew?

- He's the least of your worries.
- How many?

How many Nazis did you find?

Thousands.

There are thousands of them.

Come on, man, I thought
you worked for the Times,

not the fucking
National Enquirer.

I have a source
who can prove it.

I gave that story
to my publisher.

Couple days later,
a folder was found in my office

with photos of young boys.

Pornographic photos.

My fiancée found
similar ones in our house.

I tried to explain, but no one...
no one... believed me.

I went to Offerman,
begged him to help me out,

He-he could've done something.

But he just

pretended like
he didn't even know me.

Like we never even spoke.

Look, if you can
really prove this,

if you have a...
a credible resource...

...you got to introduce me.

I can help.
I can expose them, Danny.

I can help you finish
your story.

Come on. You can't let
everything that happened to you

be all for nothing.

We're only going to
be in Alabama for one fucking day.

Hurry up.

Gonif.

What are you doing in here?

Give me that.

Whose is that?

I thought only boys wear Chais.

It belonged to your grandfather.

He gave it to me, and it's not
for you to play with.

What else did you take?

Shanda.

Hey, there's a girl at the door.

Get rid of her.

You want her to end up
like your friend?

- So...
- So.

So, you gonna tell me
where the hell you've been?

I've been here.
What? I've been around.

That's bullshit, Jonah.

Okay? I know when you're around.

You missed Booty's funeral.

What the fuck?

Maybe I've had enough funerals
for one summer.

Maybe, uh, I'm dealing
with my own shit.

- Okay?
- You lied

to that detective about seeing
the guy who killed Booty.

Then some FBI agent came
around here asking about you,

so what the hell is going on?

I'm worried about you.

Yeah, th... you... don't.

Don't be. I-I'm swell.

Give me a break.

You know, w... you know, worry
about OPEC. Worry about famine.

Worry about the next fucking
douchebag y-you're gonna date.

Just give me some space,
all right?

- Fuck.
- Why are you being like this?

'Cause I've been freaking out,

thinking the worst, picturing
you in a fucking coffin.

And you think now is the time
to bring up Dennis?

An ex-boyfriend I dated
for ten seconds?

Yeah, well, herpes are forever.

Oh, shit, ducky.

No more Noxzema wank jobs
for you, huh?

Noxzema?

Noxzema would sting.

Relationships are
weak spots, Jonah.

A lone wolf is dangerous
because it has no pack.

Nothing to protect,
nothing to lose.

All of us have had to do
what you just did.

- And trust me, it does get...
- Easier?

Oh, no, lad, harder.

Worlds harder.

Time to go, love.

I'm a fucking delivery boy?

- I think I graduated from that.
- Yeah?

- Think again.
- What about the bank?

I heard Fredrich Hauser
killed himself.

That's not your concern.

Your concern is following
my orders.

And taking that bag
to that address.

I hope you can handle that.

It's a really, really big job.

Is it him?

I can't tell.

Jesus Christ.

This sick fuck did experiments
on Jews with seawater.

Why seawater?

Well, most Luftwaffe airmen
died not from being shot down

but from exposure when
they parachuted into the sea.

The Nazis needed to find a way
to prolong life in the ocean,

so they used Jews as lab rats.

"He forced them to
ingest gallons of salt water.

"Siphoned it down their throats

"until their bellies distended
and their organs failed.

"They drowned in their own
bodies, and he kept going,

even when he knew
he'd never find a solution."

Shit, Jonah.
Looks like you're up.

Well, howdy.

Do you want a drink?

- Or food?
- No.

I already ate.

Well, then, this is your party.

- Let's get to the cake.
- Okay.

You don't seem to appreciate

just how integral I am
to our mission.

You can't do this without me.

Don't be so sure.

Now undo that childish thing
you did,

tanking the bill.

We need those sanctions
lifted immediately.

We can't delay our delivery from
South America a single day more.

First, you must
guarantee my safety,

and second, I'm done
going through you.

I want a meeting
with The General.

Aim lower.

I alone have the ear
of the peanut farmer.

So you will do what I ask.

Nicht kleckern,
sondern klotzen, eh?

Here they say,
"Go big or go home."

You do your part, Liebling,

and I'll see what I can do.

I have bad news,
Lon. It's not gonna happen.

Dreyfuss wanted the part.

Richard fucking Dreyfuss?

Jesus!

Did you see his face in Jaws

when he was showing
his scars to Quint?

Like he was holding in a fart.

He's really hot right now.

And to be honest, maybe not
enough time has passed

between the old Lonny and now.

Christ, Dave,
I've been in the program.

I'm... I've been good.

I haven't been
in the Enquirer or anything.

We'll get 'em next time.
Okay, kid?

Yeah. Next time.

Dreyfuss is banging twins
in Malibu,

and I'm here with this shit.

Hello? Can I help you?

Uh...

Yes?

Yes?

Uh, happy Fourth of July, sir.

Uh, I'm-I'm from
the Young Republicans club.

And, uh, well, we love America
365 days of the year.

Um, I just brought a petition
because we are hoping

to keep the flags up
all the time,

not just on Independence Day.

Uh... uh, would you be
willing to sign?

What organization did you say
you're from again?

The-the, uh,
Young Republicans Club?

It's... a hot day.

- Dad?
- Huh?

Oh, hi, happy Fourth.

Yeah. Uh, uh, yeah.
Happy Fourth.

Dad, did you buy the sparklers
for the party tonight?

- I don't see 'em.
- O-Oh.

Ah, I forgot.
Do we really need them?

Okay. Okay, okay.
I-I-I'll-I'll get them.

Come. Come, come.

Um, uh...

Can-can-can I please get
your signature?

Please?

Thank you.

Same "E."

- Same "R."
- Uh-uh. Finger off the trigger.

Two hands, push, pull.

- There you go.
- Push...

- Mm-hmm.
- All right.

- There you go.
- Ah.

Gentlemen, we have verified
Dieter Zweigelt,

also known as Victor Dillman,
Nazi scientist,

medical experimenter
of Auschwitz,

and lieutenant of The Ghost.

Yes. Bing-fucking-o, right?

When it gets dark,
we'll come back for him.

Everything set for the big day?

Oh, yeah, the flowers, the cake,
the band... big band.

Murray, would you stop
with the band already?

Why must we have
an eight-piece band?

You really can't do
without the fakakta oboe?

We'll talk
about that later, Murray.

I'm sure it will be
a beautiful event.

- Thank you.
- Yes.

But, uh, perhaps now
is the time for me

to address the elephant
in the kitchen.

Mindy, you are a force
for good in the shul.

Thank you.

But, Murray,
I am a guest in your home.

Hashem would smite me
if I didn't at least try.

Why don't you come to services?

We would love to see you there.

No disrespect, Rabbi,
not my cup of borscht.

Why don't we take

some coffee and dessert
in the living room?

- Excellent idea.
- Sure. It's delicious.

- Delicious.
- Come, yeah, and take the chair.

- Uh, Murray?
- Yeah.

Uh, you have endured
tremendous suffering

in-in your life, and, uh,

God does not always
make his answers

easy for us to understand.

I-If I may,
with your permission,

I-I, I would like to tell you
a small story.

- Oh, please.
- Sure, sure.

Okay... I don't want that.

- Um...
- Yeah.

A poor Jewish farmer

lived in a tiny house

with his wife and six children.

It was misery.

So, one day,
he runs to the rabbi,

ah, to explain
how terrible things were.

And the wise old rabbi
says, "Ah.

"I know just what to do.

"I want you to go home

"and take all the animals
on your farm

"and bring them
into the house with you.

God will bless you."

The man is skeptical, but,
uh, he doe... he goes home,

he takes his animals and he
brings them into his house.

The next day,
he runs to the temple.

"Rabbi, it's worse.

"We're stuffed like sardines.

"The chickens defecate
on the children.

"The goats are eating
everything in sight.

It's no good."

The rabbi says,

"Okay, I want you to go home
and take out all the animals."

And the man said, "Oh,
and then God will bless me?"

And the rabbi said,
"Yes. 100% blessed."

And, uh, then?
Wh-What happened then?

The next day,
the man had a smile on his face

as bright as a menorah
on the eighth day.

"Rabbi," he said,
"life is so good.

"It's so quiet.

"We have room to spare.

It's a joy."

You see, Murray? I...

Y-You understand
the meaning of my story?

U-Uh, sometimes in our trials
and trauma,

w-we don't understand
that we are also blessed.

Sometimes we miss God's signs.

That's a good one, Rabbi.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, uh...

I-I leave it to you to decipher

if this is a sign
from God or not.

But I urgently have
to drain the snake.

You have snakes?

You're certain?

It was this old Jew?

Yes.

He was Hauser's
last appointment.

Wonder how that kike jumped
out of the oven...

No matter.

We will tuck him back in,
soon enough.

Follow him.
His car is a weak spot.

Hi, everyone.
Thank you for coming.

I'm your host Karen Ballinger.

Some of you are
longtime friends.

You all know that I've worked
for a lot of politicians

in my time, but no one
I believe in more

than Doug Buckman.

Doug and I are dedicated
to the conservative principle

of hard work.

There were no welfare queens
when we were kids.

Hear, hear.

But right now there's a war
for the soul of our country,

and all Doug and I
care about is...

putting America first.

Excuse me.

We must remain self-sufficient.

Excuse me!

Yes?

Is she the caterer?

So you're saying

that every person should
pull themselves up

by their boot straps, right?

But not every person can afford
a pair of boots.

Okay, but the government
can't take you shoe shopping.

Is it fair your wages pay
for someone's chicken wings?

Someone who's watching The
Jeffersons instead of working?

- Of course not.
- E-E-Excuse me,

that makes no sense.

Sympathy leads to handouts.

And capable people become fleas
on society's back.

- And whom does that help?
- By "fleas"

and "chicken wings" and the
motherfucking Jeffersons,

you obviously mean
black people.

So why not just say,
"Hey, the government

shouldn't help black people."

Bet you'd get more money
out of these nice white folks.

Throw her out of here.

Why don't you try?

I'll shove that cane up your ass

till you're the world's
nastiest lollipop.

Get the fuck off of me!

Offensive.

Touch me.

Whoa.

I certainly love
a spirited debate.

Sorry, wasn't done with you yet.

And what is with
the baby face and the suit?

I don't want to be recognized.

Plus, my ex liked the beard,
and fuck her.

Can I get a whiskey?

Did anyone see me?

Think you pulled it off, 007.

Thanks.

And thanks for believing me,

- since you're kind of the only one.
- Sure.

- Thank you for trusting me.
- Oh, no. God, no.

I don't trust you.

Danny, would you do it again?

Knowing what happens and all?

No.

All right, all right, let's go.

- We gonna start?
- Can I do it?

I really want to.

Be my guest.

Wake the fuck up, bitch!

Tilda Sauer, hello.

Aw, fascists are so cute
when they first wake up.

What is this?

Look at her.

Who are you?
Who are you people?

Those are some very deep,
existential questions

for a fucking Nazi.

Tilda Sauer.

Devotee of Joseph Goebbels.

You sowed hate
through propaganda.

You spread vile, false stories
through false news.

Here you are.

That's not me.
I'm Belgian.

Belgian?

Fonferer.

You lie to our faces.

You've been spewing
this horseshit your whole life.

What are you talking about?

And tonight...
unless we hear the truth,

you're gonna eat some.

- Yo, this is seriously gross.
- Yeah.

Okay, we start the film now.

- What is this?
- Your handiwork, Tilda.

You've got the wrong person.

- I have nothing to do with that.
- Oh...

think that's lie number one.

Oh, yes, I think it is.

No. No! Aah!

Oh, my! Oh, my...

Come on! This shirt is silk!

Oh, this is awful.

Let me translate your words.

"We will fight the infestation
of world Jewry.

"They are nothing
but rats and roaches

who direct their brutal greed
towards true Germans."

Real Emily fucking Dickinson.

Hut, hut, hut!

Tell us one truth.

Tell us where Oskar Hauptman is.

Where is The Ghost?

Where is your paramour?

I have no idea
what you are talking about.

Yes, you do. You completely know
what we're talking about.

- Go ahead, Lonny.
- Here comes the airplane.

- Mmm, mmm, mmm.
- Here it comes.

Open up!

Ah, there it is!

Come on, lady, tell us
what we need to know.

MEYER
Again.

Oh. Oh!

She's ready for more.
Or are you ready to speak?

Who are you?

I want to know who you are!

I'm Karen Ballinger!

I know who I am!

That's right, Tilda Sauer!

Tilda Sauer!

- I know who I am.
- You're Tilda Sauer.

Do it again.

Again and again and again
till we loosen the screws

in the back of her tongue.

I beg you, please...

Don't look at me like I'm
your fucking soul sister.

- Come on.
- No!

Have you had enough?

'Cause there's more.

Guess he went back
for more sparklers.

Wait, wait, wait, we're still...

Whole fucking town is here.

He's here. He's verified.
We go.

Ready, boys?

Joe, what are you doing?

Don't fucking move.

Put the fucking knife down.

Put it down.

Put the fucking thing down.

Joe, come on.

Keep fucking walking or I'll
blow your fucking brains out.

Come on.

Madam Secretary?

You look lovely.

Glad I caught you.

Fourth of July dinner
with the VP.

But I hate heels.

On a list of benefits
of being born with a penis,

not having to wear heels
is in the top three.

Uh, thank you for the other day,
but I think I might've let

my emotions cloud
my better judgment.

I made a mistake asking you
to do that, Juanita.

Lifting sanctions is...

is really the right choice.

Are you kidding?
You said...

And I'm simply mortified.

I got caught up in it all,
but, gosh darn it,

we're better off working
with the dictators down there.

'Cause if we don't,
the commies will.

And allowing commies
into our neck of the woods,

well, that wouldn't
look too good

for our president, would it?

You want me to go back to Carter
and fucking flip-flop?

Why?!

This is 100% my fault,
Juanita, no question.

Although ultimately,
if we don't lift the sanctions

and the Russians do get
a toehold,

I suppose he'll probably lay
100% of the blame on you.

You small-balled son of a bitch.

I'm just finally
thinking clearly

after my... my trauma.

I meant what I said.

Lottie did so admire you.

But what she really
would have wanted...

is what's best for America.

Have a nice dinner,
Madam Secretary.

I'm not changing shit
for that snake.

Once everything is in place, I
need you back here immediately.

She needs me back.

You know what to do.

Victor Dillman.

Or should I say Dieter Zweigelt?

Doctor of Auschwitz, torturer,

murderer.

Tonight your sins, it seems,
have caught up with you.

That was, that was during a war.

I-I'm not the same man anymore.

Oh, right, you're an angel now,
are you?

You help little, old ladies
cross the road

and you shit Cadbury Creme Eggs.

You want to live, you talk.

Oskar Hauptman, The Ghost,

- where is he?
- Hauptman? I-I have no idea.

No, no, no, no, please.

I-I have a family. Please.

Please. Okay, okay.

A couple of years ago,

he did come around to me.

He was in America.

A-And he was Director
of Medical Engineering

at a, at a lab in Maryland.
Edgewood.

The military research facility?

What did he want from you?

He was close
to a weapon that was

more powerful
than an atomic bomb.

He-he was building a team.
He-he wanted his trusted

lieutenants close by to help.

What sort of weapon?
Nuclear? Chemical?

I... I-I don't know.

I-I told him no right away.

I mean, I-I've had
a good life here.

I-I-I didn't want
to jeopardize it.

How'd you even sneak
into the country?

Sneak?

No. I... I was invited.

I was brought here

to-to help your science programs
by the CIA.

- CIA?
- Yes!

We fucking brought them here?

After the war,
it was, it was chaos.

But the Americans
and the Soviets,

they were on the eve
of their own war,

and they made a play
for the most valuable

of resources from the Reich.

They wanted our minds.

And-and-and the Russians,

they threatened death
if we didn't go with them,

but the Americans,
they-they offered...

they offered life.

My-my whole lab
w-w-was recruited.

They gave us American names
and American homes.

They gave us jobs in, in-in
the space program, NASA.

We-we built lives
and-and-and families.

I mean, we're citizens.

We are just like you.

- Fuck me. - Bullshit.
- Well, it's true.

How do you think
you got to the moon?

With our rocketeers,
our biologists.

I mean, we-we-we, we helped you.

NASA, just like Gretel.

So NASA's filled
with fucking Nazis?

Where is the rest of your lab?

Are any of them here tonight?

Give us names,

or I will cut this off
your face and feed it to a duck.

German names.

Aliases, now.

- Hans Schlieter.
- Hans Schlieter.

Hank Darcy. He was Hank Darcy.

Hank Darcy, was he?

- Klaus Furst.
- Klaus Furst.

- William Rogers.
- William Rogers, yes.

Moritz Ehrlich,

now Kenneth Swiggens.

Ah!

What about Wilhelm Zuchs?

The head Nazi surgeon?

I have no idea where he is.

Did you say Moritz Ehrlich?

Yes, yes.

Yes, he's here.

Yes, they're all here.

We...

We all came here
to make a new life.

We don't need him anymore.

- But you said if I talked...
- Oh, I said?!

And what did you say
to the Jews you drowned,

you Nazi fucking cock?

No, no, no, no.

No, no, no.

You boys have got this, yes?

They're not on the list,
Harriet.

- They are on my list, Joseph.
- No, w-wait...

Out of my way, little one.

Out!

Come see the warm
Alabama weather.

Come try the BBQ!

Come see life
free from the guilt.

Come see all our
new white friends.

Come to Huntsville, Alabama.

Home of the
Space & Rocket Center,

staffed by Nazi scientists

smuggled here
by your government.

Oh, yeah, it really happened.

Shh.

- Shh.
- Shh.

Shh.

But, hey, we got to the moon.

Kenneth Swiggens.

Kenneth Swiggens.
Kenneth Swiggens?

Excuse me,
are you Kenneth Swiggens?

No, dear, Hank Darcy.
Do I know you?

Kenneth Swiggens?

Kenneth Swiggens?

Kenneth Swiggens?

Oh, I'm Kenneth.

You're in danger.

Juden are after you.

Come with me,
I'll keep you safe.

In Ordnung, ja?

You die like you killed.

An eye for an eye.

Somebody's been shot!

- Call the police!
- The fuck did she do?

- Lucky.
- Joe, we got to go.

Come on. Let's go.

Walk, don't run,
straight to the car. You cool?

Yeah.

Dad? Daddy!

- Almost there.
- Hey. Hey, you!

Hey!

There it is.

What the hell?

- Harriet!
- What the fuck?

- Hey!
- What the fuck is she doing?

She's leaving us behind.
Just keep fucking moving.

I beg you.

Please stop.

Stop, I beg you, I beg you.

Meyer, maybe this ain't the gal.

No.

Do it. Do it now.

She will eat an entire acre

if she does not tell us
about The Ghost.

I...

That's right.

I don't know any Ghost.

I don't know any Ghost,
you goddamn imbeciles.

I was not in the war!

Tilda Sauer.

I am Karen Ballinger.

I know who I am.
I know who I am.

And I know who you all are.

You, the insecure actor.

I think you mean
Tony Award-winning

insecure actor.

You are nothing.

An empty shell
with a hairy chest.

Does any-anyone care about you?

Do-do you even love you?

You're an echo in a well.

A shadow in the dark.

No one sees you.
You-you know why?

Because there's nothing to see.

Shut the fuck up,
you Nazi bitch.

Oh...

the Negress is talking.

Do you think these men,
they care about you?

They use you
for your black skin.

And when they're done with you,

they'll throw you back
into the ghetto.

If the ghetto will even
take you anymore.

- That's enough.
- And you.

You're the biggest charlatan
of them all.

Oh? How's that, hmm?

Great pretender,
clever tongue...

Enough.

What the fuck?
What the fuck did you just do?

She... We-we... She...
We didn't verify her!

She didn't even
tell us anything.

She could've known something,
Meyer. She could've given us

- something on The Ghost and you just...
- She knew nothing.

Just how to pour poison
into our ears.

That's all she knew.

Believe me.

Sweep in here. All right.

I'll check the bedrooms.

Did that just fucking happen?
'Cause that is not how we do it.

It happened.

Fuck.

I'm gonna...
I'll check the office.

They were calculated
in how they discredited me.

- They knew they had to ruin me.
- That is rough.

And they still surveil me.
There's always a white van

on my block with antennas
on it and shit.

They say it's for TV repair,
but I know, and...

Danny, is this guy
coming or what?

I don't know,
maybe something's up.

Are you doubting me?

Yeah, maybe a little.

- Come on.
- Maybe you're lonely, yeah?

Maybe I'm someone
to talk your shit out with

while you get out of your mom's
for a free meal.

Maybe I'm an idiot
for believing you.

You came to me.
You stalked me.

You think I'm happy
to be out here, exposed?

I don't know. Maybe.

Hey. You better
come back and pay.

Stop asking questions,
you fucking dyke,

or you're gonna end up
just like your nutbag friend.

We're always watching. Always.

Happy Fourth of July.

Lonny, it's time to go.

Hey. Hey, that was
supremely fucked up.

You didn't even know it was her.

This is Tilda. It was her.
See? Camera and all.

Okay, but you didn't
know that when you killed her.

Roxy. Jesus, fuck. Fuck!

Fucking delivery boy, huh?

Fuck it.

Lonny, we got to go.

We move in that direction.
Come. Come on.

Who the fuck is that psycho?