Operation Finale

I'm Lieutenant Darlton.

I'm Lieutenant Darlton. Lieutenant Darlton.

Herr Werner? Yes?

I'm Lieutenant Darlton, up from Weiden.

We found a few inconsistencies in our records

from your time with us

and we'd appreciate your help clarifying them.

Thank you so much. Mmm-hmm.

Please.

What do you want from us?

It's all right. He didn't do anything to you.

He was a medic.

Oh, I don't know what stories he's been telling you,

but we know who he is, Vera.

My name is Annie.

No.

No, no. Your sons, Klaus and the other boy,

Dieter, they...

Shit. Shit. Moshe!

It's the wrong guy. It's not even him.

So what?

He was a Nazi.

I'll bet he was on someone's list.

You gonna give us a hand or what? Come on.

I remember reading, years ago,

some Austrian,

they mistook for me.

I have the article framed at home.

I hope that future historians will not be tempted

to stray from the truth as we record it here today.

I could talk of what I saw at the pits in Minsk.

Or the vans at Chelmno.

But these were the deeds and demands of others.

I issued no such orders.

Our work was paperwork.

Our war, a numerical one.

And though I struggled against endless idiocy,

I only did what little I could

in Germany's fight against her enemies.

You said you wanted

to take a job in Jersey.

Couldn't we run away?

I'd do anything to be with you.

Anything.

That's not a bad idea.

That's not a bad idea at all.

Just tell me one thing.

Yes?

Is it true?

Is what true?

Is your mother a nigger?

Tell me.

Tell me!

What difference does it make? You love me!

All the kids, talking behind my back.

- Is it true? - No!

Are you black?

No, I'm as white as you.

You're lying! I'm not!

You're lying! I'm not!

Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

So you're German, too?

Well, my father is.

I'd love to meet him sometime.

Can I see you again?

Father made us learn 100 Spanish words a day.

One hundred? No more, no less.

I was, um...

I was terrible.

I just wanted to ride horses

and explore Tucumán.

What part of the fatherland are you from?

We moved all over during the war.

Oh, so your father, he was in the army?

SS, actually.

But he was killed in the east.

Oh, I thought...

We live with my uncle now. Ricardo.

He's, uh...

He's like a father to us.

I'm so sorry, Klaus.

That's awful.

Do you ever think about going back?

To Germany?

Um...

I don't know.

I'm told things.

What things?

Oh... The Jews.

Clawing power back,

taking jobs, corrupting everything.

Like before.

But, of course, there are plenty of them here, too, so...

My uncle says

they pop up everywhere, like mushrooms after rain.

Mushrooms.

Mushrooms.

A toast.

To your father.

A hero, I'm sure.

Prost!

Tell me.

Would I recognize his name?

Mr. Harel. Mr. Harel.

Just five minutes. Five minutes.

Herr Bauer, please.

Uh, sir, this is Herr Fritz Bauer.

He's the District Attorney of Hessen in West Germany.

He says he's found someone.

I have a lead on a great enemy of our people.

I don't have time for this. Rafi, take care of it, okay?

Adolf Eichmann is not just some pencil pusher.

This man deserves to be punished.

You have the word of a blind man.

He doesn't need his eyes to hear the boy's name.

Klaus Eichmann.

Why would this girl, Sylvia, date a Nazi's son?

Hermann spent time in Dachau.

He decided to raise Sylvia Catholic.

She didn't know she was Jewish?

No.

Has he broken the bad news to her yet?

She insists on seeing him still.

Says she's a good Catholic and the boy is, too.

Okay. Thank you.

Listen, I really appreciate your coming.

But you have to understand,

I got Egypt wreaking havoc, the fedayeen,

hikers getting killed at Masada.

Our resources are limited.

I can't waste them chasing rumors. I'm sorry.

Think what it means.

Jews finally, publicly, holding to account

the man who organized our slaughter.

"Organized." Past tense.

It is my job, Herr Bauer,

to focus on those who are planning it today.

Thank you very much for coming.

Please... Thank you very much.

Just give me one second.

Sir?

Let's say he's right.

Can you imagine the headache when he tells the world

that we wouldn't waste our resources

on the architect of the Final Solution?

Slowly.

Slowly.

What are you...

Should we just stand here?

You're waving at my crotch in a weird way.

Just get in there.

Don't be afraid. I'm not afraid.

We're focusing on technique.

Okay. Well, technically, do it better.

You know why they throw

all the shittiest jobs at you, right?

I don't know. Anti-Semitism?

Shall we?

Don't be scared.

- Hey. - Hey, Rafi.

Aharoni, come with me.

You got it.

Where are you going?

Aharoni's got a flight to catch.

I'll call if I need you.

Sylvia.

Klaus.

You made it. Let me show you through.

Can we go somewhere first? I need to tell you something.

Can it wait two minutes? He's about to speak.

Okay.

Carlos.

- This is Sylvia. - Hello.

My word.

Look at those eyes. Your hair.

Where's your family from?

- Um... - Carlo,

we're ready for you.

Come.

Hey, see those two?

That's the deputy mayor and a member of parliament.

Who is that man you introduced me to?

Carlos Fuldner.

He helped my family settle in Argentina.

Amigos...

Our 150th Independence Day approaches.

It will be a chance for us to dance,

to drink, for freedom.

But have you noticed the roadblocks?

Gunshots.

Violence.

Every day, across Buenos Aires.

Now should be the time to celebrate our national unity.

The iron bond of church and state.

But there's a decay, amigos.

A rot

within our society

that is forcing us to fight