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You've earned well, General.

Give it to me.

Eyes on the target.

In the briefcase?

Right where we want it.

Good. Agent Hooper?

Yes, Mother?

You in position?

The sexist position of the blonde girl in the short red dress and the knee-high

boots at the bar with next to no purpose on this mission.

Yep.

Agent Becky Hooper, reporting for duty.

A simple affirmative would have sufficed. For what it's worth.

I think you look good in red.

You're stupid and I hate you.

Just give him the glass, Becky.

I'd say wish me luck, but we both know I don't need it.

All right, remember, we need three minutes to download the contents of the

computer in that briefcase.

Mr. Sterling.

Mr. Pierce.

Weren't you ever taught that to be on time is to be late?

I'm afraid my mom skipped that lesson.

So charming.

Please, sit.

4% in COVID.

So, what is it your employer is looking for this time?

Tell me about the Raven.

Something wrong?

I don't know what you're talking about.

25%, Raven.

You didn't actually think you could show the Iranians a next-generation drone and

keep it quiet, did you? The Raven is not for sale.

Everything is for sale, Lucien.

No, no, no, that's...

Hey.

Backup stopped.

What happened?

They took the glass.

What do you mean they took the glass?

I mean the waitress took the glass. The glass with the remote hard drive in it.

The glass critical to the mission.

Fuck. Alright.

We're gonna move to plan B. Copy that.

Excuse me. I don't like being ambushed, Mr. Pierce.

This meeting is over.

Give him the codes.

What's this?

A sign of good faith.

The codes to a single satellite controlled by the Saudis, encrypted from

top to bottom, untraceable.

And you suspect this will make me tall.

What could be of more value to Goldshiri than the power to control his enemy's

skies?

And for you to be the one to bring it to him.

Excuse me, from the Girl in Red.

I'll teach you a little something I learned a long time ago.

In this line of work, you'd be wise never to accept drinks from a random

woman dressed like that.

Drink is spiked. Good.

Rigby, we really need to take a sip of that drink. What do you say?

The Raven for the rest of the codes.

Sounds like an arrangement worth drinking to.

As I said.

The Raven is not for sale.

Goodbye, Mr. Pierce.

Rigby, we cannot lose that briefcase.

I hate to say this, Montana, but... Cooper, do not say it.

Time for plan C.

Becky! There is no plan C. Becky!

Oh, and another thing. The next time your employer wants to do business, he

should contact me directly.

Not so pretty, close-up.

Becky, we're gonna need that briefcase.

And who is it you think you are?

I'm the one you didn't expect.

Fuck!

We'll see you next time.

Her name's Becky Hooper.

Agent Becky Hooper.

And this?

This is just another day in paradise.

Two years ago, you somehow convinced me that

recruiting a 16-year-old girl with anger management issues was a good idea.

In that time, she abused the agency's reach and blew a man up.

Ah, fuck.

She obliterated several of her fellow agents, costing us copious amounts in

facial reconstruction surgery.

Jesus Christ, Becky!

This is a fucking training exercise!

She went rogue on her first, second, and now third mission.

Time for plan C.

Time for plan C!

Time for plan C.

No matter how many times the CIA suspends her or issues mandated therapy

sessions, nothing

changes.

Nothing.

Director?

Do you think this is a conversation that we should be having in private?

Why, because it worked out so well the last 12 times?

Sterling was our best shot in accessing the intel tied to one of the biggest

arms dealers out of Europe.

Yeah, and I got you the laptop, didn't I?

No, Agent Hooper.

You destroyed it when you used it as a meat mallet on this man's head.

Oh. Yeah.

Oops.

Yeah. Oops.

If you have a problem with my methods, then why the hell am I still here?

Your methods.

Oh, that's very good.

Hooper, you're excused. Rigby, you too.

Return to New York where you'll await further instruction on whether or not

you'll be seeking employment at your local bodega. Ma'am, with all due

respect, I've been trying to- Get the fuck out of my office!

Montana, that girl is a danger to herself and her comrades. She cares more

about these missions than any other agent we have. Well, I am picking up on

that. She's a fighter.

No, she's a psychopath.

The CIA relocated me to New York after training.

It smells like shit. It's loud as hell.

The people are jackasses.

I love everything about it.

Yeah, a landline.

Go work for the CIA for two years?

You'd ditch your cell phone too. Delivery.

The thought of ever living a normal life had long passed.

I was better off alone.

It took me too long to realize that I was the angel of death in the lives of

anyone I cared about.

But I refused to let anything bad happen to Diego.

So I found him a new home.

Sometimes it's all just too much and everything goes dark.

I can't breathe without my glasses.

Uh-oh.

I'm going back to school and bring it with us.

Baby ballerina, baby ballerina.

Hi, Chipmunk.

How you doing?

Yeah, almost.

Here you are.

When I first joined the CIA, they put me through all these tests and psych

evaluations.

Felt like I was under a microscope.

State your full name, age, place of birth.

Don't you have that on file from like the last five times we did this?

Do you make new friends easily?

Don't know.

Never tried.

How old were you when you got into your first fight?

Nine. I broke the kid's face.

They asked me if I'd always been so unhappy.

So angry.

How did you feel when your father died?

Becky?

I was super.

It was great. What a fun time.

What does it matter?

Shit happens.

This is Fox.

Certainly this is worse than we thought.

Wilhelm was lying to me. Maybe he suspects something.

I don't know.

But sir, the four-track's just the fucking beginning.

Russell, everything okay?

Get out of the car, Patton.

I was just calling a friend.

I had picked up a new hobby since joining the agency.

Swords. Like knives, but bigger.

Hey, you've gotten better.

Can you improvise?

How

was

that?

The director's here to see you.

Not you, Rigby, just Hooper.

I'll go quietly, but I'm keeping the apartment and the seats. Shut up and

listen.

Now, four years ago... You had the misfortune of crossing paths with a

group of escaped convicts led by this man, Dominic Lewis.

They were looking for a key under your family's lake house.

Well, it's about fucking time.

Our best guess is that the key had been hidden decades earlier by the home's

former owner, a man named Joseph Alpert.

Real name?

Johann Roos. Johann?

Good old-fashioned Nazi.

One of his favorites, actually. A leading bioengineer in the development

of nerve ages.

Now, by 1946, he became a first-round draft pick in Operation Paperclip. He

enjoyed the American dream for a few decades before dying in 1987.

Survived by his grandson, Wilhelm Bruce.

Well, I'm here.

He's proven to be quite the problem child.

We now know he's been the mastermind behind Dominic Lewis's jailbreak.

Step one in a multi-pronged plan to usher in the Fourth Reich.

Step two was to obtain the key which would lead us a roadmap to step three.

These are UTM coordinates.

They lead to a forest in Poland, the site of Hitler's military headquarters

during the Second World War.

Place more commonly known as the Wolf's Lair.

You'll imagine our surprise when Willem here relocates his family there, joined

by his right-hand Russell Wagner and his associate, Dr. Friedrich Metzger.

Now, thermal imagery indicates that there is something going on underneath

the lair.

How did Willem know where to go if he doesn't have the key?

Well, he does have the key.

What? How?

We gave it to him.

Okay, so you gave the man trying to usher in the Fourth Reich the very thing

he may need in order to usher in the Fourth Reich. Sometimes national

security requires dining with the devil.

We had an asset on the inside.

Agent Jeffrey Fox.

We received a distress call from him.

We believe it's been made. Okay, so you want me to go on a rescue mission?

If they have identified Fox as an agent, there is no one left to rescue.

Agent Hooper, you will travel to Poland at 0900 hours tomorrow.

Once there, you'll pick up where Agent Fox left off.

The Roos family lives on site at the Lear's Inn. Which is where you'll be

staying. Mmm, so Hitler's man cave has an end. And a gift shop, in case you

need a hat.

Collect what intel you can on what it is Willem is doing beneath that bunker.

And report back.

That's it.

In other words, try not to kill anyone.

And Agent, the Noblemen are not the only terror organization in the world trying

to overthrow the government.

Extremist groups are rising up all around the globe.

Bruce, he is one of the most terrible and dangerous of them all.

So why ask him?

Are you up for this?

You had me at Nazi.

My folk!

For 80 years we have been plagued by the ignorant ways of our enemies.

Forced to hide among them, to feign unity.

to stand by and suffer whilst bearing the burden of a superior way.

We know it takes only one man to bring the Almighty's light into the darkness,

and thanks to you and to our fellows around the world who watch and wait for

our command, we stand here today on this hallowed ground

at the edge of greatness.

The light is coming!

But

just

as one man can choose to lead us to victory, so too can one choose to

bring our demise.

Our comrade here,

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can stand in our way.

You're Alexis Taylor, American college student, getting your world history

degree from Columbia, but you're making your way through Europe between

semesters. The car will be waiting for you when you land. It will have

everything you need.

Hmm, a pen.

Guess I could stab someone with this. It's inspired by Havana syndrome.

You press the top. Don't actually press the top.

It emits a frequency that disorients anyone with an earshot. And what happens

to me?

When pressed, a small prick will inject a substance I know.

Temporarily relaxing your cochlear nerve. That hearing loss will make you

immune to the effects.

Montana, you shouldn't have.

It's a blow dart.

The muzzle's on the bottom. The projectile is a splinter that is coated

in an engineered compound that resembles nitroglycerin. It pierces the skin,

interacts with the iron in the blood, and reaches critical mass within

moments. English. Turn other person into bomb.

Okay, seriously, what?

Yeah, alright, that slaps.

Yeah. Not normally our style, but I thought you'd like it.

Eye drops.

Poison. Baby grenade launcher.

Subfocal detector.

Tiny flashlight.

Signal jammer.

And tiny flashlight.

Becky?

This is your last chance.

Baker's only giving you one more shot. Oh, well, I'll be sure to send her thank

you chocolates when I start giving a fuck. Can you cut the shit?

We get it. The world burns you. You're gonna burn the world. This is a very

tired act. Oh.

This is the part where you tell me you were angry too once and found a better

life on the other side?

No.

This is the part where I tell you that the world doesn't revolve around you.

What happened to you happened.

It's the least interesting thing about you.

Stop letting it define you.

Come to see me off?

First solo mission and all.

Try not to die.

Aw, you'd miss me?

Nope.

Just don't feel like flying all the way to Poland to pick up a coffin.

Charming.

Mission find out what these fuckers are up to?

Commence.

It took all of two seconds for me to figure out that this place was my own

personal hell on earth.

Maybe it was the wolfard?

Or the bog?

Or the life-sized cardboard cut out of Hitler?

How can I help you? My name is Alexis Taylor.

I believe I have a reservation for one night.

Louisa! Vitame. Vitame. Alexis Taylor.

She believes she has a reservation for one night.

I see.

Mother!

Vitame. Vitame.

Alexis Taylor.

She believes she has a reservation for one night. Of course.

Let us see.

Here we are.

And will anyone be joining you?

No, no, it's just me.

Well then.

Welcome to the Wolf Slayer.

Any questions you may have can be directed to Otto here. Each night we

provide dinner for the guests at 7 p.m. sharp, and curfew is 9 p.m. to 6 a.m.

Um, curfew? For the safety of our guests.

Well, these forests were once littered with landmines.

Unlikely there are any left, but we wouldn't want a pretty thing like you

wandering about and helping us to find out.

Right.

After I dropped my stuff off, I

made my way to the big tourist attraction.

Ah, the Wolf Slayer.

Nazi wonderland.

You could smell the desperation for world domination in the air.

And it smelled faintly of cabbage.

Well,

well. Who do we have here?

Family? Check.

Friends? Check.

Now where's Wilhelm?

Wait, who's this? Who are you?

You another guest here?

I'm sorry, my English.

Weird choice for a vacation.

Sometimes, to move beyond the past, you must

face it.

Okay, so...

Unexpected elder wisdom.

Would all guests of the Wustler Inn please join us at this time for our

delicious evening feast.

Thank you.

Guess that's us.

Help me, Miss Taylor.

Where do you come from?

Oh, um, New York.

I'm currently studying world history at Columbia.

It's a real passion of mine dissecting how our past impacts our present and how

our present will impact our future.

Of particular interest to me right now is these leftist regimes working so hard

to overthrow everything that has always made America so great since its

founding. The old ways have always just felt so...

Superior. Well, that's a strong viewpoint you have there.

What about you guys?

Where do you hail from?

Where do we... hail from?

We're American.

Father, too.

Mother is German.

Ah, okay.

Oh. And how'd you guys end up in Poland?

Father's work. He too is quite passionate about history.

Is that right?

Well, I can't wait to meet him.

Will you be joining us tonight?

So who's now?

Vitame. Vitame.

Vitame?

Vitame. Apologies for our tardiness.

It's been a long day. We're...

in the final stages of a little something here at the lair to improve

the state of things, you could say.

Ah, exciting.

To put it lightly.

But one must not, am I right?

Where are my manners? Hello.

I'm Wilhelm.

My small friend here is Russell.

Ah, it's so nice to meet you both.

Wilhelm, these are our guests for this evening.

Miss Taylor and Mr. Emmanuel.

Both solo travelers.

Is that right?

Well, we are thrilled to have you both with us.

Oh, Miss Taylor, you don't have any sauerkraut on your plate. You really

must try it.

Um, no.

It's all right. I'm not I'm not really one for sauerkraut. Yes. That's what

they all say But this is Louisa's specialty.

You won't regret it.

I insist the best I ever had Oh Well

in that case Tell me

Helga what did we miss we were just having a lovely conversation about mr.

Taylor's shared love for history

Ah, do we have a fellow scholar in our midst?

Ah, no, hardly a scholar, but I can hold my own. Quick.

What's this?

That's the Vakna.

Very good, Miss Taylor.

A symbol for slain warriors.

And yet it would appear you still walk among the living.

But willing to perish at any time is a high cause.

I must say I'm impressed.

And where did you learn this history?

I've just, you know, come across it once or twice in my studies. I suppose some

back in the States do still teach appropriate curriculums then.

Hilda and I found our children's time at American schools to be less than

satisfactory. Is that a reason for the move?

A contributing factor.

Any other factors?

You know what I think, Miss Taylor?

I think you know exactly why we're here.

Why, we've come all this way to Herr Wolf's lair.

It must have become fairly obvious to you, of all people.

No.

History.

Yeah, yeah, of course.

Russell,

we should get back to work. Apologies, children.

We're just so close.

How close?

Tomorrow.

I forget. What is it you said you were working on?

I didn't.

It's a pity you won't still be here to find out.

Yes.

That reminds me, um, I should be going to bed.

I have to head out bright and early tomorrow morning.

Alexis, you still haven't tried your sauerkraut, dear.

Right.

Well, you know, I was going to, but then I thought to myself, how good could it

be if Mr. Emmanuel's the only one at the table eating it?

Hmm.

Nighty night.

Another spy.

They might be close.

Shut the gates. Set the blockades.

Listen to us. Our parents, they're not who

they say they are. But they can't know that we said anything.

I swear on my life, Miss Taylor. You have to trust us. Then why would I trust

you?

Because we're telling the truth.

Why don't they ever just eat the fucking sauerkraut?

We don't usually wake our guests after dinner, but when my men discovered your

true identity, well, I just had to say hello.

I recognized that name immediately.

Becky Hooper of the Hooper residence, Lake Sinclair.

That little girl who took out all my men and stole my key all those years ago.

Here you are.

I should have known we'd find ourselves meeting one day.

History has shown time and time again.

Take something from your enemy, something that they love

more than anything in the world, and let them live to tell the tale.

Like a cancer, they will grow.

Why? Anger.

The most powerful force of all.

Five years ago, I instructed Dominic to kill every person in that lake house.

Outside of your father, he proved to be incapable.

I can assure you of this.

Your father died for an extraordinary cause.

No!

Becky.

Becky.

Please answer the question.

How did you feel when you watched your father die?

I don't want to talk about this.

Becky.

If you finish playing with your food, darling...

Miss Hooper, I want to congratulate you.

It appears it will be your blood that brings about the next great chapter in

history.

Be careful with her.

She's got spunk.

Hold still, yeah?

No.

Come on, it's not over.

You'll get the last batch soon.

Access denied

In

today's

session we will learn to clear the mind

This is Montana.

There's another bunker underground.

Off in the forest beneath the lair. We destroyed all those bunkers after the

war. No, not this one.

There's a lab inside, but I can't access it.

Jesus. There's more.

I just sent over photos of the inn's visitor log, the highlighted names.

Cross-referenced those with any missing persons over the last six months.

Yeah. Why?

They've been killing guests.

Solo travelers.

Killing them, bleeding them, and then burning their bodies.

They're storing the blood in these temperature-controlled devices. It's

precise. They must be using it for some kind of experiment.

Agent, your job is done. I need you to leave the lair immediately and head to

Langley. There will be a plane waiting for you on the tarmac.

I'm going to kill him, Montana.

Whoa! What?

What? Sorry, what?

I'm going to kill him, his family, his men, and anyone else that stands

in my way.

Becky, listen to me. You were right before.

About things being bigger than me?

Wilhelm Roos is responsible for my dad's death. He's responsible for everything

that's happened to me since the day I found that fucking key.

That's reason enough, but that's not why I have to do this. The things this man

and his followers are capable of, the pain they will cause if they succeed.

I can't walk away from here if there's even the slightest possibility of that

happening. If you go rogue, I cannot protect you.

We will contact the Polish authorities. They will initiate military action.

You will become collateral damage. Do you understand that?

Thank you for believing in me, Montana.

Becky.

Maybe Baker had a point. Becky.

Maybe I was just a killing machine.

But when it comes to killing Nazis, maybe that ain't such a bad thing.

We've got a problem.

Charles, I'm going to have to call you back.

Please come in. There's a lab underneath the Wolf's Lair.

That's the heat signature.

They've got heavy machinery, and because we know who Wilhelm's father is, we can

assume it's a chemical weapon.

Of course.

Did you direct Huber to return?

Yes, but... She refused.

Ma'am, we need to contact the Polish authorities so we can get in touch with

the necessary parties, and we've got to get her out of there.

Thank you, Agent Montana.

You're excused. I can take it from here.

Maybe I didn't make myself clear. I'm talking about World War fucking 3.

Are you watching porn?

Of course not.

This is Eva Elf, the new ambassador of 1xbet.

Everyone felt good when Eva Elf became the new ambassador of 1xbet.

The word war.

And Ply's a victor.

And if the intel is correct, it wouldn't be a war.

It would be mass extinction.

Would you care to explain to me why you're not doing your fucking job?

I've already done it.

I did it when I assigned Agent Hope to this mission.

I don't understand.

I always thought her anger was a sign of weakness in the field.

But you were right.

She is invaluable.

Perhaps the greatest assassin the CIA has ever had.

And then it dawned on me.

Why create panic and send in the cavalry when I can just send in Becky?

How long until you reach the target?

Fifty-seven minutes. Get her out.

This is Cape Montana.

I'm the director of national intelligence.

on slaughtering some Nazis.

When she was good?

She was never really good.

And when she was bad?

Well, let's just say you cunts are fucked.

Get the kids.

Find her. Kill her. The general?

The profusion? Let me handle it. We need the blood, Wilhelm. Go!

Much better.

They split up.

That's odd.

Absence.

Slight delay with the last blood donor.

I'm off to prepare for the meeting with the brothers.

He will be ready, General.

Metal protected.

There's the trap.

Now where's the mouse?

Aha!

Perfect.

That's right.

Follow me.

I saw her first.

This isn't calling shotgun, you idiot.

You don't get to kill her just because you saw her first.

Plus, Mom and Dad aren't just going to let you kill someone. You're a fetus.

We're not, you dumbass.

Who cares how old we are?

Fine. We'll split up.

Whoever finds her gets to kill her.

What if she kills me first?

That's a risk I'm willing to take.

Don't shake it, just pull it. Just put it down and I'll... Wait,

wait, wait. Almost there.

Okay, go.

It's short. It's supposed to bring more blood.

You got it?

Yeah.

Perfect.

And... Which one of you is the brains behind this operation?

Oh, that would be me, Doctor.

Media and performing arts major, Ohio State.

Train him.

Please.

Yes, sir.

Momentarily, General.

Russell, I expect the girl is dead by now.

Any minute, General.

Keep going.

And that's why you don't leave landmines lying around.

Otto?

Sorry.

You almost killed me.

Did you hear the blast?

Yes.

Boone is your sister.

Drone returning home.

Nice toy.

Close one. So close.

You even know how to use that thing?

At their youth camp.

They still have those in Germany?

Mississippi.

I'm part Jewish.

On my mom's side.

Figures.

Thought I smelt kind.

You just had to say it.

This chatter is insane, and we haven't even gone live. Over 14 countries

already. This thing is gonna blow up.

Desired temperature reached.

Desired temperature reached.

Desired temperature reached.

Desired temperature reached.

It's time. Start the countdown.

Yes, sir.

The brothers are starting to answer the chat.

Gentlemen, our hour of glory is almost upon us. The countdown to a new world

order has begun.

Activate all your bots, your sleeper agents.

Fix the algorithms.

Let's get this trending.

chance to come in before I come up there and get the job done myself.

Do you copy?

They're in to come.

Let's go!

Unless that's exactly what she wants us to do.

She's a girl, Otto.

Yeah, right.

Hunter's brew and office song,

where they're mixed as one, is where you belong.

Yay, good boy.

I knew that somewhere deep, deep, deep down under all that fascism,

you had some brains.

Care to share a drink?

Where are my children?

I will answer your question.

But first, you're gonna tell me everything you, your cock-sucking hubby,

and his shit-tard compadres are doing down in that little lab of theirs.

What lies in the chamber beneath us is proof that we never went anywhere.

That we have been hiding in plain sight amongst all of you.

That we are the most resilient species of all.

And that we will be the last ones standing.

Pretty sure you just described a cockroach.

Where are my children?

Right.

So I've been working through these in my head, and I think they're pretty good,

but let's start with Russell.

I'm very proud of that one.

His soul is in danger.

It has crossed a line.

One step gone wrong, he is on a landmine. Hey!

Very, very good. Although I did hear what sounded like a kaboom a little bit

earlier, so that ship has sailed.

Shall we move to Otto?

I have no teeth, but quite a bite.

When I open up, I shine a light.

Though Otto's plans I may have foiled, keep with me and he'll be far less

spoiled. He's in the freezer.

You're good.

Still alive?

I'd say he's got a solid hour.

Sing continue.

Luisa, brace yourself.

This one's my favorite.

Not wearing her top.

Avoid instead.

Can't think, blink, or drink.

Your daughter is without her.

Now how about a toast?

To a game well played.

You didn't actually think I'd be stupid enough to drink the one you poured, did

you?

You shouldn't.

Because that's the one I poisoned!

Get up!

You're too late, you know.

There's nothing you can do to stop him. Just shut up and walk.

Who's that?

Fuck.

Come on, Hooper. We're going home.

The Poles will be swarming this place any minute. We have to leave. Now.

You go home.

I'm not going anywhere.

Something funny?

Both of you are so stupid.

Neither of you are getting out of here alive.

Well, you two know how to put on quite a show.

And I love a good show.

Your wife and daughter are dead.

And that guy over there.

Your son's going to be next if you don't surrender.

Really? You are going to shoot a child?

And while all of these guns are aimed at you?

Otto, come.

You okay?

Good.

You act so tough, Becky Hooper.

But you continue to make the same fatal mistake.

You assume we all care for our families the same way that you care for yours.

My family proved today that they were weak.

There's no room for weakness.

Not this time.

This live stream is going viral across the internet with a countdown leading to

what is being described as, and I can't believe I'm saying this in the 21st

century, the launch of the Fourth Reich.

There are currently over 100 million devices around the world tuned into this

live stream across various platforms.

We'll be keeping an eye on the live feed.

But a warning to viewers, we have no idea what to expect when the countdown

hits zero and the stream goes live.

I hope you're happy.

I just got off the phone with the president of the goddamn fucking United

States of America.

He made me look like a complete jackass. Yeah, one of us had to do our job. Pack

your shit, Montana.

You're finished at the CIA.

We sent one of our own on a suicide mission under false pretenses and he

neglected to inform the intelligence community of a global threat.

I am the intelligence community.

Not for long.

the speed might be originating from and how it went viral so fast.

Hey, neighbor.

Uber?

How's your cell?

Cozy. Same here.

There has to be some way out. There's a dead guy in here.

A Nazi.

Upside down.

Yeah, let me guess.

Drained of blood?

Has to do with the weapon. I just sent over the intel.

Becky.

The director set you up.

She was using you.

She wanted you to do what you always do.

That's why she sent you along.

But... But you came for me.

My directive was clear.

Extraction. If the CIA has the intel you say it does, NATO has probably given the

Poles permission to bond this place to hell.

And that's the best case scenario for us.

Worst case, ending up like our upside-down friend over here.

I have an idea.

How's your core strength?

It's time

What

happened

to him?

My guess?

Cyanide? Pussy.

You feel better?

Get on with it.

Ten seconds, sir.

Are you ready, Doctor?

Yes, Chandler.

Let's make history.

And I'm getting word we're going to be broadcasting this thing live.

Again, to our viewers, discretion is advised.

Good day, brothers and sisters around the globe. My name is

Dr. Friedrich Albin Metzger on behalf of General Wilhelm Gruss.

I come to you today a humble servant of the Reich.

What you are about to witness is a moment 80 years in the making.

Today, we restore the course of history.

Today, we return our race, the master race,

to its rightful place atop the global order.

Because

Today, we resurrect a Fuhrer.

Did he just say?

Yes.

Yes, he did.

Herr Hitler!

That was worth a shot.

Peter Wagner!

Heute ist der Tag!

Now for fuck's sake.

Mit das bist du wach!

Little smoke for the master race, no?

No, no, no, no.

Oh, shit.

Oh, God.

We've lost the feed, but it does appear that Hitler is dead again.

It's time for plan C.

What? Mom?

What is happening?

I was just following orders.

Hmm. Bet you were.

Becky! Tag.

You're it.

Becky?

You witnessed your father die.

How did it feel?

Like the world was on fire.

Maybe this is the end of the road for both of us

Three generations of tireless planning, you naive little girl.

Everyone thinks that their way is the right way.

That they know the truth.

That the other side is so pitifully lost in the dark.

But what if we were the truth?

What if the light was on our side?

What if you were all wrong?

Did anyone ever tell you you talk too much?

You should be thanking me. I'm about to reunite you with your family.

No. My family's always good.

You and me?

We're going to hell.

Fair enough.

You were right.

Order was restored to the world today.

Today, we ended everything you and your backwards band of

fuckwits wasted decades of your lives on.

Today, we returned your kind back to their rightful place in the shadows.

Today, we killed ourselves some Nazis.

How was that for a closing monologue?

Looks like mine was more effective.

Now who's the god?

Were you aware of Director Baker's intentions when she deployed Agent

Hooper to the Wolf's Lair? Not exactly, no.

What I perceived to be Director Baker's intentions were entirely in line with

the investigation we had been carrying out for years.

And it wasn't until one of our agents was compromised that I confronted her

and I found out that we were not carrying out a basic recon mission.

And that's when you became aware of the information that Baker had been

withholding from her superiors?

That's correct, yes.

I told Director Baker I believed she was making a grave mistake. I went back to

my office and I immediately contacted Director Bullock.

According to our records, you made a call prior to contacting Director

Bullock. Isn't that right?

Yes, sir. To whom?

Agent Jordan Rigby.

And who was it that gave you authorization to send Agent Rigby to

Poland?

I wasn't given authorization, sir.

If you were, in fact, under the impression that a standard recon mission

was being conducted, why do you feel the need to have another agent in the field?

Sir, Becky Hooper was my responsibility.

I believed that she was being sent into the Lion's Den without appropriate

backup.

So I did what I thought was best for the safety of my agents.

Given how things turned out... Would you say that what you did resulted in what

was best for the safety of your agents?

My agents believed in something bigger than themselves, and they laid their

lives on the line. That's the job.

That wasn't the question.

Their actions resulted in what was best for the safety of the nation and all

nations around the globe.

Agent Montana, please answer what was asked of you.

Did your actions result in what was best for the safety of your agents?

No, sir.

May I ask a question?

Yes, go ahead.

Was Becky Hooper's body ever recovered?

No, it was not.