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- Juliana. Take this.
- What is it?

A way out.

- What is this?
- It's newsreel film.

- The Man in the High Castle.
- It shows us winning the war.

- Yeah, but we didn't win the war.
- Once the Fuhrer dies,

there will be war.

This is our moment.

We must not hesitate to seize it.

They're building an atomic bomb.

You take me to the
Man in the High Castle.

Ask him if he wants to see me.

- You're him, aren't you?
- I'm Abendsen.

Hawthorne Abendsen.

Every film where the Japs won the war,

sooner or later San Francisco
is wiped out by an A-bomb,

every one except this one,

where this bastard dies as a Nazi

- in an alley somewhere.
- His name is George Dixon.

What's he got to do with Trudy?

He's her father.

I need a diplomatic visa

to get out of the Pacific States.

But if by trying,

you compound tragedy...

My name is Juliana Crain.

I work with Joe Blake. I need asylum.

I have orders for you, from Berlin,

from Reichsminister Heusmann.

And what makes either of you think

- I want to see him?
- He's your father.

Your father is one of the
most powerful men in the Reich.

He could get you anything you want.

Anything he wants to
give me, I don't want it.

Have you heard of Lebensborn?

Racially desirable women
volunteer to have the babies

at the Lebensborn birthing houses,

to be raised in line
with the party ideals.

This was your birthing house, Josef.

Reichsfuhrer Himmler.

I'm your godfather.

I look forward to seeing
a great deal more of you.

Your son has a serious disease.

You know what must be done.

- Give me more time.
- Withholding his diagnosis

is a crime against the state.

If you won't take care of this today,

I'll have to do it tomorrow.

What happened is

just a terrible tragedy, Alice.

What if it's more than that?

You flip the switch,

and you get the hell out of there.

How long have I got?

Plenty, as long as you
head straight for the exit.

I went to the park to meditate.

It brought me to a strange place.

It was San Francisco, but
not this San Francisco.

You are different than what I remember.

You are free.

Why do you want this?

Proof that something like this

should never happen again.

Our empire does not
possess such a device.

The film is real.

With your help,

it is my intention to show this film.

What you're seeing, gentlemen,

is a hydrogen bomb,

with a magnitude a
thousand times more powerful

- than anything in our arsenal.
- I know the casualties

will be higher, but
that may be necessary.

You can't build a better world
if there's nothing left of it!

Acting Chancellor Heusmann,

you are under arrest for high treason

and the murder of our
Fuhrer, Adolf Hitler.

- What the hell's going on?
- Your father's a traitor, Joe.

Sieg heil! Sieg heil!

Sieg heil! Sieg heil!

Sieg heil! Sieg heil!

But I won't tell them

about what you or Father said.

Be proud of me.

Tell Father to be proud.

Thomas, please don't go.

You knew what would happen.
You showed me the film,

- and you knew.
- No, the only thing

I knew was that you, Juliana Crain,

were the only hope any of us had.

You were in the films,
over and over again.

Some of the people you knew,

we started seeing them, too,

revolving around you,

like an atom... they would change,

different behavior,
different relationships,

different points of view.

I knew that was the key.

The goodness in you, Juliana.

That's what I put my money on.

Hey, sis.

What if you haven't seen this film?

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A heart of steel.

Josef.

Only then can you face the truth.

Kanpai.

Kanpai!

How long before the Nazis
know they have been deceived?

They will analyze the
data from this test,

compare it to the bomb in the films...

a thousand times more powerful.

Then they will realize

they should have attacked
us when they had the chance.

Perhaps they still will.

By other means.

Hey, Clyde.

Anything?

As a matter of fact...

Couple of days ago.

- Who's Aunt Judy?
- You read my mail?

It's a postcard.

- Listen, I need to send a reply.
- Okay.

Here, on the house.

Perfect. Thank you.

There's no return address.

You don't know the address?

No, they just moved there.

All right.

You looking to find somebody,
find something in the Zone,

you want to take a stroll
down to the Grand Palace.

Head for the saloon
entrance down them stairs.

Blow past them fancy double doors,

breeze past the piano to the bar,

like you know where you're going.

Don't be shy.

There's a semi-private
room on the right.

And the guy there might
be able to help you out,

name's Wyatt Price.

Wyatt Price?

I, um, I... I need a mailing address

for someone in Santa Fe.

Name's Judy Bridger.

Bridger with a "D."

Come back tomorrow.

Happens to every
traveler, sooner or later.

Antsy to get home,

back to their own world.

It's been what? Five months?

Six, more like.

I'd say it was way past antsy today.

Something's wrong.

Yeah.

Welcome home, sir. Congratulations.

Thank you.

Hello, my girls.

- Daddy.
- You're back.

I missed you two.

- Where's your mother?
- Out.

Oh?

What about Bridget?

Mama sent her home.

All right.

Let's see what the three of
us can rustle up for supper,

shall we?

Tru.

Hey.

Gosh, you're burning up.

Ma?

It's Juliana.

No. Juliana's dead.

No, baby. I'm right here.

Right here.

Sorry.

I forget.

Me, too.

Remember when you were six

and you got the measles?

I never had the measles, Jules.

My Trudy did.

I stayed with her all night
long, stroking her hair.

I thought my arm would fall off.

The moon was shining in the window.

I laid down next to her.

Stayed with her till she fell asleep.

Poor dear was pacing all
morning like a convict

- in the yard.
- Yep.

I've urged her to go back
to her world for months, now,

and she's tried, but she seems... stuck.

I don't know what's stopping her.

You are, dear. You are.

You died in her world,
and she died in ours.

Yet here you are together.

And look what you've
become to one another.

A pair of matched magnets,

both drawn together.

- Sisters.
- Mm-hmm.

All right.

Do you like Berlin?

Did you see the Fuhrer?

He gave me my medal.

- That's so cool.
- Mmm.

No bragging about it
at school, young lady.

I promise.

You keep that promise and
I might let you try it on.

- Really?
- Mmm.

What about me?

Yeah, okay. You, too.

How was your trip?

It's good to be back.

I took the train out
to our old house today.

The lawn needs mowing.

Why would you do that?

There's a little girl living
there now, in Thomas's room.

She waved to me.

Helen...

How did you get back?

Nice people who live there
now, they gave me a ride.

Mmm.

Good. Good.

Very good.

Progress.

Josef,

how good it is to see your face again.

It brings me so much...

joy.

H... how are they treating you?

How are they tr... treating you?

Very well, very well.

They... they... they are,

they are teaching me, Josef.

They are teaching me.

What are they teaching you?

That... that I was wrong.

To go against the... the
Fuhrer and... and the Party.

D... do you understand, Josef?

The Party is right.

Do not resist.

Promise me, Josef.

Promise me, please.

Your life depends on it.

I pr... I promise.

Good. Good, good.

Tell them how it was, my son,

how we shared a...

a bond of blood,

our name.

A bond of love.

Our name! Our blood!

Our name! Our blood!

Our name! Our blood!

"Martin Heusmann was my father.

His false beliefs came to infect me.

We were both guilty

of wrong thinking against the Fuhrer,

which gave rise to an
unspeakable criminal scheme

to assassinate our great leader,

our one true... father.

Wrong thinking against the Fuhrer,

against the Party,

against the true science

of national socialism.

Martin Heusmann...

was my father."

Father?

You know what you must do.

Do what you need to do...

... my son.

Save yourself, my son.

A heart of steel.

A heart of steel.

The plucky Brits have the Hun

on the run in Africa.

I did the headlines.

Cut up newspapers like ransom notes.

As England holds off Hitler, American

and British bombers deliver
crushing raids on Germany.

- So the first film was a fake.
- Please.

A fiction, a message in a
bottle to open people's minds.

- What if the Allies won the war?
- Exactly.

What if?

No matter what the Luftwaffe

sends at our brave airmen, they
fend off attack after attack.

Where'd you get the footage?

I was working

in Canon City after the war, '48,

crummy little movie theater.

Hawthorne was the projectionist.

I squirreled away all
kinds of celluloid scraps...

old docs, newsreels... so,

I cobbled something together,
and we showed it a few times.

- Oh, people went nuts.
- Mm.

- They were cheering and screaming.
- Mm-hmm.

Kissing strangers.

We didn't mean to kick over
the hornets' nest, but we did.

Jubilation follows

as America celebrates victory in Europe.

Word got around

that Hawthorne was some sort of prophet

of the Resistance, which he wasn't.

- No.
- Not at first.

That's because the real films
started coming to our door.

On the other side of the planet,

our courageous Marines
take island after island.

Travelers like Trudy

would bring them from their worlds,

- and then, the Resistance would get them to us.
- Mm-hmm.

It's clear this boat
will not go down quietly.

America is forced to
unleash its secret weapon.

Victory in Japan is celebrated
as grateful crowds give cheer.

Evil is defeated, and freedom
is restored once and for all.

So...

Can you rewind?

- Just... just near the end.
- Yeah.

- The people celebrating in the streets.
- Mm-hmm.

There.

That's me... that... that little girl.

When were you gonna tell me that?

I didn't know that was you, I swear.

Are you sure that's you?

Yes. I was seven years old.

It was February of 1942,

the day after the U.S. retook Hawaii.

The whole city was in the streets.

Oh, I remember that.
We were all so happy.

- We thought the tide had turned.
- It's coincidence.

- It's serendipity.
- It's more than that, Hawthorne.

It has to be.

This proves it.

Proves what?

What is that look?

Huh?

It proves that my time is up, Juliana.

It's time for somebody
else to take the reins.

How can somebody else take the reins?

Why do you think I burned the films?

Time is running out!

Bad guys are closing in,
and I'm tired, Juliana.

It's time for somebody else.

No. No. No!

You can either embrace
your destiny or dodge it.

Maybe I'm tired of
your idea of my destiny!

My idea? You turned
up in my little movie.

- What are the odds?
- The odds? You made that happen!

- Wasn't me.
- Wasn't you.

You know, the first
time we met, you told me

I didn't want to know how
the film of my life ends.

But Hawthorne, I want to know!

How does it fucking end?

That depends on you, chickie.

He didn't burn all of 'em.

Oh! Oh!

Are you okay?

Fine.

- Thank God...
- I'm still here?

- Here now. Here. Here.
- Oh.

Here, here. We got it. There, there.

Yeah.

Who are they?

Bounty hunters?

No.

The Reich, maybe.

We got to go. Now.

All right, this is it. Get out.

What? Why are we stopping?

Hawthorne, we're coming with you.

Get out. Come on.

It's safer if we split up.

- What about you?
- We'll be all right.

Now you all just get a room at Danny's

- and lay low until things cool off.
- Yeah.

Here's some cash to tide you over.

I'll get in touch when it's safe,

send someone for you.

By the way, your friend,
the trade minister?

He's who I sent the films
to, the ones I didn't burn.

But he's Japanese.

We need friends on the other side now.

Allies. He's important, influential.

You and he have a deep connection.

What are you talking about?

Huh?

What do you mean by that?

You want to know...

how it ends for you?

Tagomi knows.

You're in every damn one of those films.

Get Tagomi to show them to you.

They told me not to waste my time

looking at your application.

Because I'm "hapa."

Hapa?

Hawaiian slang for... kon-k�tsuji.

So, American born

and half-white.

And Japanese?

My Japanese is serviceable, sir.

Again.

Where would your true loyalty
lie, Sergeant Nakamura-hapa?

With your Japanese father,
or with your mother's people,

who bombed this building

and killed the brave
man you hope to replace?

I only ask for an
opportunity to prove myself.

This morning,

the reprisals have prompted
a civic-minded citizen

to offer what may be a solid tip...

on one of the last rebel
leaders still at large.

And Sergeant?

Yes, sir.

I cannot interrogate a corpse.

Joe.

Oberstgruppenfuhrer.

So,

Reichsfuhrer Himmler is sending you

to our embassy in San Francisco,

and I'm to provide a plausible cover.

"Deputy Trade Attach�."

We'll furnish a clean passport
and the necessary credentials.

Give us a couple of days
to get it all in order.

- Thank you, sir.
- The Reichsfuhrer's

got your future all
mapped out for you, Joe.

But I'll bet he didn't think

- about the present.
- Sir?

Some walking-around money.

Manhattan these days,

almost as expensive as Berlin.

Thank you, sir. I'll pay you back.

I'm sorry about your father, Joe.

I'm sorry, too, sir.

About your son.

I want you to take care
of this personally, Erich.

Discreetly.

Yes, sir.

They can't pull this
shit on me last minute.

The Fritz Kuhn deal is my deal.

I don't need some German chick
fresh off the rocket plane

to tell me which way's up.

Nicole Dormer.

German chick.

Sorry.

Billy Turner. Minister of Propaganda,

and world-class idiot.

Welcome to New York, Fraulein.

- First time?
- Hardly.

- Miss Dormer...
- Nicole.

Nicole. I think there are some
transatlantic crossed wires

on this little renaming ceremony.

"Fascism is freedom"?

"Freedom to prosper."

"Freedom to explore."

"Freedom from fear."

"Freedom to propagate"?

- That's the new campaign.
- New?

Sounds rather familiar.

Brand-new.

"Procreate to Populate, with Pride"?

That's the spring rollout to
inspire our young brides to...

Fuck and be fertile?

I wouldn't quite put it that way.

This image is perfect for
a message from the Reich.

Warmer, more maternal.

Something like...

forgive my English...

perhaps... "Now more than
ever, we care about you."

That's not bad.

But let's not get ahead
of ourselves, schatzi.

Agreed. Let's not.

I have thoughts of how to film it.

Yeah, well, what I was starting to say,

we're... we're doing that
in-house. Got our top people on it.

Silly me. I forgot.

My uncle desires a fresh face
for the new propaganda effort

in America.

Reichsminister Goebbels is your uncle?

In a manner of speaking.

I see.

Wunderbar. So happy you see.

Because we don't have
much time to prepare.

I'll need three cameras,
a crew and a crane.

Danke, schatzi.

See you at the premiere.

Tru. There's something
I should have said...

months ago.

Then say it.

No time like the present.

In this world...

in my world...

your father dedicated his
life to the Resistance.

And I had to kill him.

To stop something
terrible from happening.

Hawthorne told me.

The "Dixon" you killed

wasn't my dad.

The Nazis killed my dad in my world.

Hey. You have nothing to feel bad about.

Come on.

Thank you.

You know what?

What?

I'd kill...

... for a little music

and a tall, cold one.

Uh, uh, no.

No, we c...

... we can't go out there.

* Forget your troubles,
come on, get happy *

* You better chase your blues away *

* Shout hallelujah *

* Come on, get happy *

* Get ready for the judgment day... *

Is there anything else
I can get you se?oritas?

Uh, I'll have another shot
of I.W. Harper over ice.

Tru?

- I'm... fine.
- Muy bien.

Thank you.

* We're going to the promised land *

* We're gonna cross the river *

* Wash your sins in the tide *

- * It's all so peaceful *
- Hey.

* On the other side... *

Well, hello there, Santa Fe.

Well, hello.

* You better chase
your blues away... *

That was fast.

What do I owe you?

You can buy me a drink.

Done.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

And, uh, who's this?

This is my sister.

Wyatt Price.

Nice to meet you, Wyatt.

Likewise, sister.

So how long do you think
it'll take to get there?

Wing and a Prayer Postal?

Sure I could drive you
both to Santa Fe faster.

- It's 400 miles.
- We could leave tonight.

I thought the roads were full
of bandits and highwaymen.

Oh, they are.

It'd be an adventure.

Right. I think I'll, um,

just drop this in the mail.

Well, if you won't
drive with me to Santa Fe

by the light of the silvery moon,

how about a dance, sister?

No, uh, thank you.

I think I'm turning in.

What about you, Santa Fe?

Would you like to have a dance with me?

Go ahead.

- Go for it.
- This song was written

by a few of my friends out west.

This is the first time
we've ever played it before.

I'll take a chance.

I have something to confess.

You don't know how to dance.

Indeed, I can't.

Right. Nether can I.

Blind leading the blind.

* Fools *

* Rush in... *

And I have something else to confess.

What's that?

I still don't know your name.

No, you don't.

* I can't help... *

Like this every night?

Except Sundays and holidays, yeah.

- Right.
- You spent much time in the Zone?

- Mm-mm.
- Hmm.

Not much.

Mmm...

It's exciting.

It feels dangerous and free.

It's both.

There's barely any law and order.

Everyone here has got
some kind of hustle...

just to get by.

The Zone is a mess.

But it's our mess.

God, I can't imagine
what it would be like

to grow up free in a place like this.

Well, I didn't grow up here.

Came over with my folks,
to New York, then here.

- Refugee, two times.
- Hence the accent.

Oh, keen ear.

Well, thanks very much.

So what's your hustle, Wyatt?

Hmm. Black market mostly.

- That guy you were talking to.
- Business associate.

- You buying or selling?
- Wee bit of both.

Mmm. Guns?

No offense.

But I don't know you well enough.

Fair enough.

And what's your hustle?

What really brings you to town?

Sorry, but I... I don't
know you well enough.

Will I see you tomorrow?

Yeah, I'd like that.

Well, you know where to find me.

Juliana.

Juliana.

Trudy?

Hey, Tru?

No, no, no. Shh. Okay.

Okay.

Breathe.

We will see each other again.

Okay, we have to go, okay?

We can't stay here.

How? It's too dangerous.

Trust me.

Trust me.

Were you ever going to call me?

I'm so sorry, Joe.

Are you coming to the ceremony?

Wasn't invited.

I'm filming it.

I'm making a documentary.

So that's what you're doing now?

The next Leni Riefenstahl.

Why not?

She turned 60 last summer.

Time she retired.

What are you doing here?

I just told you.

No.

What are you doing... here?

I wanted to see you, of course.

And I want to film you.

All right, you want to film me.

Why?

Because you're one of us.

I want to make a film
about us Lebensborn.

We have a special destiny
in the history of the Reich.

And its future.

Yes.

Yes, we do.

My God.

What did they do to you?

It's okay.

I'm here now.

It's me.

It's okay.

It's okay.

You're okay.

Will that be all, ma'am?

Uh, if... if you'll just lay out

my choices for tomorrow.

Yes, ma'am.

I saw Joe Blake the other day.

He's back in New York?

Mm. Well, just passing through.

He's on his way to San Francisco.

Is he coming tomorrow?

No, I don't think so, honey.

Listen...

I wanted to talk about tomorrow.

Now,

tomorrow,

as a family,

we are gonna be
celebrating your brother.

We want the world to know

how proud we are of Thomas,

don't we?

And the choice that he made.

No matter how we feel.

How do you feel, Daddy?

Oh, honey.

I wake up in the morning and, um...

... I remember he's not here.

And then I have to remind myself that,

because of what he did,

the message that he sent,

he's not ours anymore.

He's not just our Thomas.

He kind of belongs to
everyone now, you know?

So it's okay to be
happy and sad tomorrow?

Yes, of course.

Of course.

You just try to be brave, try to...

do the best you can,

like Thomas would.

All right?

We'll get through this, Helen.

We have to.

Higher.

Schnell.

John.

Today is a day of remembrance

and a day for celebration.

It is indeed, Reichsmarschall.

- Mr. Smith, this way!
- Over here, sir, please!

- Mr. Smith!
- Mr. Smith, can you look this way, please?

Mr. Rockwell, look at the camera!

- Mr. Smith.
- John Smith!

- One picture, please!
- Mr. Smith.

Edgar, so glad you could make it.

How could I have missed
such an occasion, Helen?

Your son is an inspiration to
the youth of the entire Reich,

- a hero to last a thousand years.
- Mm.

May I?

Mrs. Smith?

Mrs. Smith?

Mrs. Smith, please,

any special words for our readers

on this very special day?

It would be appreciated.

It would mean so much.

I... Mrs. Smith.

Thelma.

Who is that?

Nicole Dormer.

Daughter of Ernst Dormer.

As in Dormer Pharmaceuticals?

I've tried Dormer's sedatives,

but I had no idea he made
such world-class stimulants.

Introduce me, Edgar.

Perhaps later.

You behave.

I'm told to expect a call
from Berlin this evening.

Scheisse.

What's his mood?

Apoplectic.

He's particularly upset about losing

three of his precious Lebensborn.

I told you we should've sent more men.

Well, we had to go
lean and mean, George,

keep Smith from sniffing this out.

Pin the failure of the raid
on a traitor in Smith's office.

You must have shit on all of 'em.

Which I'm saving for a rainy day.

Edgar,

it's about to fucking pour.

Look,

whether this shite sticks
to the bottom of his boot

or to yours,

Smith has other vulnerabilities.

Mrs. Smith,

who, at 10:00 this morning,

at this solemn occasion honoring her son

and in the presence
of the Reichsmarschall

of North America,

smells like a goddamn distillery.

* The sun on the meadow *

* Is summery warm *

* The stag in the forest *

* Runs free *

* But gathered together *

* To greet the storm *

* Tomorrow *

* Belongs to me *

* The babe in his cradle is... *

- Thelma.
- Hmm?

You spectacular, mystical siren.

I just might have a juicy tidbit
for your column coming soon.

My stock in trade; I love juicy.

* Says a whisper *

* Arise, arise *

I know you do.

* Tomorrow belongs *

* To me *

* Tomorrow belongs *

* To me. *

Dear friends and neighbors,

we are most privileged to have with us

the Reichsmarschall of North America,

George Lincoln Rockwell.

We gather here today

to honor...

a true hero of the Reich.

When the hour of decision
came for Thomas Smith,

he rose to the occasion

in a way that admirably
reflected upon his father.

Without wavering,

without self-pity...

- Zoom in.
- ... Thomas Smith, on his own,

made the ultimate sacrifice

for a community, a country,

a cause.

Surely, Thomas Smith

shall forever stand

a peerless exemplar...

of Aryan youth.

And as we remember this day,

let us absorb a great lesson:

In the hour of decision,
in the hour of crisis,

when we look for
leadership, and for courage,

to whom do we look?

Pan to the Smith family.

Are you nuts? I'll be shot.

If you don't, I'll have you shot.

... covered in medals.

But sometimes, we are better served

when we look to... a boy.

A boy...

with a dream in his heart.

Sieg Heil!

Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil!

Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil!

Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil!

Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil!

Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil!

Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil!

Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil!

Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil!

Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil!

Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil!

Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil!

You just missed him.

He took the back stairs.

Joe.

Raeder.

What are you doing here?

I brought your new passport

and credentials, as arranged.

Yeah, right.

Sorry.

All right.

"Junior Trade Attach�

Joseph...

- Cinadella."
- "Chin-adella."

Chinadella. Right. Thanks.

You have everything you need?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

This time last year, this was...

was my, my world.

Can you believe it was
all so... so simple?

Those pallets, th... those planks,

those bricks...

... this shovel.

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