All language subtitles for The.Man.in.the.High.Castle.S02E07.WEBRip.XviD-FUM

We were slaves to Pharaoh
in the land of Egypt,

and the Lord our God
took us out from there

with a strong hand
and an outstretched arm.

Uncle Frank, who's Pharaoh?

Uh, the Pharaoh
was a ruler and...

a tyrant.

Are our rulers tyrants?

It's not safe
here, Frank.

Shh.

Laura?

No, no, no no!

- Uncle Frank!
- No, no, no!

Don't breathe!
Hold your breath! No!

- John, Emily, don't breathe!
- Uncle Frank!

No! No! Don't-- Don't breathe!

Don't breathe! Don't breathe!

Well?

Well what?

What do you think?

I think you don't really
want to know what I think.

I mean, no offense,
but you're not
the only white guy

who wants a girl
to look like a Pon.

I'm not like those men.

Right.

Why don't you just tell me
what you want me to do?

Um...

Uh, I-- I would like you
to say Gokigen-yoh.

Goki-gen-yoh.

Danna-sama-wa,

I-ki-na-o-hi-to,
désukoto.

Danna-sama-wa,
I-ki-wa--

I-ki-na.

I-ki-na-o-hi-to,
deskotu.

Désukoto.

All right,
uh, again, please.

Danna-sama-wa, I-kina-
o-hi-to, désukoto.

Danna-sama-wa,

I-ki-na-o-hi-to,
désukoto.

You have no idea
what you're saying, do you?

Does it matter?

It's dirty talk, right?

Once again.
And this time, just...

with real feeling.

Danna-sama-wa,
I-ki-na-o-hi-to,
désukoto.

Are the cufflinks
finished?

Yes.

I just need to polish them.

Well, get a move on.

Everything must be
absolutely "pafekuto."

Mm-hmm.

You do know what today is.

Of course I do.

Have you seen Frank?

No, I have not.

You're welcome to join me,
Mr. Frink.

No thanks. I don't, uh...

Fair enough.

I'm Hagan.

Reverend.

I saw you
at Karen's service.

- I'm not a Reverend anymore.
- Right. No.

Now you're...a what?

A fighter.

How does that sit
with God?

The problem with promising
people their reward in heaven

is they're liable to sit
on their asses here on Earth,

eating shit and hoping they'll
sprout wings real soon.

That's why
I didn't mind so much

when they de-frocked us.

You know, I thought
Jesus might approve of that.

He didn't need a dog collar

to make people sit up
and take notice.

What about turning
the other cheek?

Christ was no pacifist.

He lived in a suffering
society, too.

That old King James
translation?

Resist all evil?

Bullshit propaganda,
my friend.

- Amen to that.
- Amen.

Hagan, here, showed me
the path, Frank.

He'll show you too,
if you care to listen.

Thanks for coming,
brother.

What's going on?

I asked you here

because that explosive
you recovered for us?

We're going to use it.

We're going to divide it up

to make smaller bombs,

then we're going to use them
to assassinate

the top ranking Pons
in the Pacific States.

Hit the bastards
where it hurts.

There's a big-deal
Pon general in town.

Thanks to you,
we can take him out

without sacrificing
any of our people.

And you want my help
to make the bomb.

No. I want you and Sara

to figure out
where to place it.

Hagan's people have been
tracking the general.

They think they've
found a pattern.

He goes
to the same place,
same time every day.

You'll watch his route
when he gets there,

work out the best place
to plant the explosive.

What about reprisals?

They'll get worse.

Okay.

Good.

You know, if this
is just a dry run,

I can always go on my own.

That won't work.

Uh...

just do as you're told.
Okay, brother?

Yeah.

Pervitin
to help with fatigue,

Obetrol for my figure,

Eukadol
for my muscle pain,

and of course cocaine
for my sinuses.

I'm going to miss
Dr. Adler. We all are.

You should really consider

snagging yourself
a doctor, Julia.

To keep you
in prescriptions?

Well, that's
what friends are for.

How's it going in here?

Glad to see our refugee
is earning her keep.

Here, this will help oil
the wheels of industry.

Um, you know, actually,
I should probably get going.

You mean to say
you dressed for a funeral,

but you didn't intend
to actually go?

I wasn't invited.

I just offered to help
Lucy with the flowers,

and thought I should
dress appropriately.

Well, of course
you should come.

I'm just teasing.

I'm sure there will be
an eligible M.D. or two
for you to meet.

We're going for poor Alice.

Tohru?

Sir, the witness positively
identified Taishi Okamura

as the man he saw at the barn,

along with
several known associates.

Then we have proof:

the Yakuza have been
working with the Nazis.

How should we proceed,
sir?

Okamura is very powerful

and not only
in the Pacific States.

There can be no compromise.

This is a sad day.

But under
our glorious Führer,

death is no longer
a matter of sorrow alone.

No man is immortal.

And the life of an individual
is necessarily finite.

But when that life is lived
for the collective,

as Gerry Adler's was,

that tiny seed also
becomes the very source

of our communal immortality.

And that is what we have come
together to celebrate today:

our common purpose.

Please stand.

Death is one with life.

A new spring will conquer
the dark nights of winter.

The blood of the fallen

and the tears
of their loved ones

will enrich the blessed
soil of the Reich

now and for all eternity.

Heil Hitler.

Heil Hitler!

Each cufflink
is finely crafted

with the black enamel
Gothic style letter L

on an engraved ground
of scrollworks

surrounded by a

delicate gold frame

with bronze hold-backs
on verso.

These, are, of course,

the very monogrammed
sleeve buttons

worn by President
Abraham Lincoln

on that fateful night
of April 14, 1865,

and were later authenticated

by the President's own son,
Robert Lincoln, in 1922.

Why are they not advertised
in your catalog?

Uh, well, obviously, uh,
for insurance purposes.

Insurance purposes?

Yes. These-- These would
double my premium.

Perhaps another day.

Tell him the real
reason, Bob.

The real reason?

I'm Ed,
Bob's associate.

Frankly, the real reason

why they're not listed
in our catalog is...

it would be too risky.

Risky?

Uh...

Dangerous.

See, originally, only one
of the cufflinks was found.

The other went missing the
night of the assassination.

Now, Robert Lincoln searched
the President's box himself.

But the second cufflink
was nowhere to be found.

He spent a considerable
amount of time and money

searching for it--

over 50 years, in fact.

But then,

on the night
of May 30, 1922,

just after the dedication
ceremony

for the Lincoln Memorial,

Robert Lincoln,
who was in his late 70s,

was approached by a man
named Theodore Kipling.

Now, Theodore Kipling
had worked

as an usher
at the Ford's Theater

the night the President
was shot.

He claimed he found
the missing cufflink
that night

and agreed to return it
to the President's son

for a price.

Five thousand dollars.

So Lincoln agrees to meet
Kipling later that night

to exchange the money
for the cufflink.

Three days later,
Kipling's body

was fished
from the Potomac

with a rare .41 caliber
bullet hole in his forehead.

Not long after that,

the cufflinks had been
mysteriously reunited.

Now, no one was ever arrested
for Kipling's murder.

However, when
Robert Lincoln died,

among his possessions

was a rare Colt single-shot
.41 caliber colt derringer.

It's now time for the eulogy.

I asked
Obergruppenführer Smith

to speak about the noble work
being done by our doctors

on behalf of all of us

and for the future
of the Reich.

If you would step up here
please, John.

Orator Hanley did ask me
to say a few words--

ahem--

on the subject of Gerry's...

professional diligence.

Uh...

but I decided
to go another way.

When I sat down to think

about what I wanted to say
about Gerry Adler...

I realized it all came down
to one thing--

the family.

Gerry...

Gerry was a family man.

And I don't just mean
his intense pride

in his two fine boys
and his beautiful wife.

Nor am I talking
about the fact that,

through his work
as a doctor, he--

he came to be a part
of all of our families.

No, What I mean is that...

a man is only ever as strong
as the people around him:

the community he serves

and the family
he is sworn to protect.

Whatever strength he has...

he draws from them.

And for them...

he must be prepared
to give everything--

his life for his blood--

or else--

or else everything
he has done...

has been for nothing.

He is nothing.

Now, if you'll please stand

and join me in singing
"Der gute Kamerad."

Thomas?

Thomas?

Thomas?

Thomas?

Thom-- Thomas?

Mom?

Let's go, honey.

Guess the Yakuza will have to
kill someone else this week.

Well, I'm sure that won't
be a problem for them.

Well, I better
get this to them.

Wait, wait, wait.

Mr. Frink got us
into this mess.

He should be the one
to...make the drop.

It's okay. I'll do it.
You don't have to come.

You do realize

they're just as
likely to kill you

as they are
to honor the deal.

They want us to keep
paying them, don't they?

These are not
reasonable men.

Yes, they love money,

but sometimes not as much
as inflicting pain,

particularly on gaijin.

Well, it's better
that it's just me, then.

You're a very strange
specimen.

You proved today

that you may have
hidden talents...

admittedly buried
very deeply.

And the devotion

that you and Mr. Frink
show each other
would be touching

if the two of you hadn't so
thoroughly ruined my life.

And it weren't so futsuri-ai.

You're growing on me,
too, Bob.

What's that word mean?

Unequal.

You're a grown man,
Mr. McCarthy.

When are you going to step
out of your friend's shadow

and spread your wings?

Me and Frank take care
of each other.

Wish me luck, Bob.

Wait.

You know nothing of the
linguistic nuances of Japanese

and are therefore
liable to say something

that might get me
killed too.

I'll come with you.

But you gotta stop
calling me Bob.

Hey.

How long are we
going to have to wait?

The general will
be here any moment now.

You sure that's where
he'll come in from?

I'm sure.

What?

You know, you have
more in common with him
than you think.

You both see me as a Pon.

Well, since you are
telling me what I think.

So tell me I'm wrong.

Tell me the reason
you wanted to do this alone

isn't because you regret
having sex with a filthy Pon.

You know, you don't get
to decide what I am.

I'm American.

Wherever you were born,
you don't know what it is

to be treated
like a piece of shit

every minute of every day

because of what you look like.

I grew up in a
concentration camp.

It wasn't
all that long ago

the white male
called the shots.

But not this white male.

What do you mean?

My family name is--
was-- Fink.

I'm Jewish
according to the law.

I don't get to decide
what I am, either.

Makes no difference
to me what you are.

You can't say the same
about me, can you?

Here he comes.

There's a lot of security
for a grain warehouse.

Why does a general
come here every day?

Get ready to move.
Watch where he goes.

I'm going
to follow along

like I'm delivering
food, right?

Take the trash to the
dumpster over there.

And remember,

look for wherever
he's most isolated.

Frank.

Where are you going?

Frank.

Hey! You!

- Hey!
- Stay back!

Hey, you!

Fink!

You.

You blew it, Frank.

If you can't
follow orders,

we're going to have a serious
fucking problem, brother.

There isn't time
for what you're planning.

What are you talking about?

The badges--
There isn't time.

What?

All right, my buddy Ed,

he was always in the hospital.

I was usually with him.

In the X-ray department,
they wear radiation badges.

That's why the Pon
general is here

and why they're pumping
enough power into that place

- to run a small city.
- Why?

Because they're building
an atomic bomb.

You got that
from a badge?

Not just that the badge.

The film.
In the film we lost,

it didn't just show me
being executed by the Nazi.

It showed this city being
destroyed by an A-bomb.

If the Pons are building
an A-bomb here

and the Nazis find out--

They'll wipe it out.

And all of us with it.

So what the hell
do we do?

We change your plan.

How?

We bring a plague
to the Pharaohs.

Thomas.

Hey. How are you?

How are you doing?

I was worried about you
at the church.

Oh, I'm fine.

Mom says I'm--

I'm over-exercising
myself lately.

She's probably right,

but I need to get
in good shape.

Right.

Aren't you gonna
ask me why?

Yes. I'm sorry. Why?

You know--

Thomas, would you check
on your sisters, please?

But you said earlier
that I could stay.

That was before you almost
fainted from overexertion.

Let's go.

Maybe I'll
see you later?

Come on.

Oh, God.

Linguistic
nuances of Japanese?

What the hell
did you say to him?

I assure you
it was nothing I did.

- How low did you bow?
- Low enough!

Clear the building.

Please.

Get out.

Everything all right?

Thomas.

He had some sort of
an episode at the church.

An episode?

One of the "absence"
seizures

from the medical report
that you showed me.

It only
lasted a few seconds,

but it was like--

it was like he died
and then he came back to me.

He's okay now?

Yeah, I sent him
upstairs to rest.

He thinks
it was overexertion.

But we may need
to speed things up, John.

Oh, Julia,
can I introduce--

Henry Collins.

You are every bit as
beautiful as she's described.

How are you finding life
in civilization?

Uh, very different
but fascinating.

Hmm?

I was listening
to people talk today

about what Dr. Adler
had to do

as part of his job,

thinking about
a friend of mine

whose lungs were damaged
when he was young, from gas.

There's no cure.

What would have
happened to him here?

Well, he'd be spared
any physical suffering

and also the ignominy
of being a useless eater.

Some people think that's
an ugly phrase, you know:

useless eater.

He got death threats,
you know--

Gerry, all the time.

Alice.

John. Oh, good.
I need to talk to you.

Did you know that Gerry
got death threats?

Of course.

And the doctor
that did his last physical

said he had the heart
of a much younger man.

These things don't make sense.

How can a man with
a good heart just--

- just drop dead?
- Why don't we go
into the kitchen?

- Okay? Come on.
- Uh--

I-Is John coming?

Excuse me.

Listen.

What happened is just...

is just a terrible
tragedy, Alice.

But what if it's
more than that?

Alice, honey--

Uh, I don't, uh--

I didn't allow them
to cremate him today.

You didn't?

Because we might want
an autopsy.

Don't you think?

Um, I'm-- I'm not sure

this is maybe the right
place to discuss this.

How about we, uh,
find one of your boys

who can give you a lift home?

It's been a long day,
honey.

- But we-- we will talk?
- Yes, of course we will.

Yes, we will.

Helen,
I should be going now.

I just wanted to say
thank you so much
for everything.

Don't go yet, Julia.
I'd like you to stay.

I would. I just have
so much studying to do.

Stay.

I require an explanation
for what transpired today.

Hai, Kakka.

Taishi Okamura
was a traitor.

He was Yakuza.

And exploiting
his position

to spy for the Nazis
against the Empire.

You have evidence of this?

Hai. I would not have
acted without it.

Nor without placing your
family in protective custody.

I should have been informed

at the same time
you made those arrangements.

I apologize, but I
had to act quickly.

I fear you have been here
too long, Kido-tai'i.

Too many Westerns.

We have nothing
to learn from the gaijin.

I admire your decisiveness,

particularly
in sensitive situations,

as with the attempt on
the life of His Highness.

I will ensure the clan is
aware of Okamura's treachery.

But hierarchy
must be respected.

Unquestioningly.

So...

now I know everything?

Hai, Kakka.

Hmm.

Prost.

Prost.

Pick things up
pretty quickly, don't you?

I think you might be
overestimating me.

Mm, I don't think so.

Thank you
for your help today.

I was...glad
to be a part of it.

It's quite something,

seeing everyone pull
together like that.

Well, like I told you,

this is a place where people
look out for each other.

Julia,
I don't want there to be

any confusion between us.

What happened at the church
today with Thomas--

I don't know what
you think you saw,

but you're new here...

and I wanted to make sure
you understand

how important it is not
to jump to any conclusions...

because it could be dangerous.

Helen, what I saw today
was a sweet boy...

who's been
overexerting himself,

becoming emotional
at the funeral

of a close family friend.

No confusion.

Let's drink to that.

So...

who was she?

The girl this morning.

Yeah, she was a...

work in progress.

A beautiful one.

What about you?

Has there ever been
anyone special?

Aside from Mr. Frink,
of course.

Hmm.

There was.

But she's not around anymore.

Did she die?

No.

She just had to go away.

Did you make the sale?

Did you make the sale?

So where were you?

Out with your new
Japanese girlfriend?

Grow up.

What? Don't tell me.

I should be worried
about my lungs.

No, I wasn't thinking that.

Well, good.

- Because I'm, uh--
- Spreading your wings.

I'm spreading my wings.

Come on.
It's my one vice.

And it's legal.

We're celebrating.

Celebrating what?

Taishi's dead.

We're free.

It's over.

- He's dead?
- Yeah.

It's true.

A new Yakuza boss
will take the place

of the late Mr. Okamura,

but all outstanding debts
are non-transferable.

We're fucking free,
Frank.

You check on Thomas?

He's fine.

Poor Alice was in quite
a state, wasn't she?

Tell me exactly
what happened with Thomas.

Who else was there?

It was quick.

Next time, we might
not be so lucky.

Did anybody else
see it happen?

No.

I grabbed his arm
just in time.

Hello.

Obergruppenführer Smith.

Reichsführer Himmler.

Heil Hitler.

Heil Hitler.

John, what is it?

No man is immortal.