The Man in the High Castle

(film projector whirring, clicking)

Let's wrap this up.

The fuck? It's light, Mingus.

-Wyatt? -Oh, yeah, didn't you hear?

The, uh, the bottom's dropped out of the market.

Yeah, the Zone is, uh, is heaving with Zed.

And you got home cooking to compete with.

They're undercutting your fella now.

-The hell they are. -Look, that's...

that's more than fair. I'll be taking a bath as it is.

Don't do me any favors. Give it back.

Come on. Deal's a deal.

That's right.

And you're light.

Well. Make it up to you next time.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Mingus, you know I'm your only buyer.

What are you gonna do?

I'll be back next month.

Take all the penicillin you can get, ditto the morphine.

Mingus, he's playing us for fools, man.

Hey, hey, hey, get out there.

I'm-a charge you extra next time.

Sure expect you to.

You are an asshole.

Oh, hey, Jones?

Fuck off, will you?

Hello.

Is Liam there?

Who's calling?

Tell him Santa Fe.

Hang on. I'll see.

Thanks.

Thought you'd lost my number.

I need a favor.

Kido-tai.

Cinnadella checked in several days ago.

Paid a week in advance. A spy.

Obviously.

-Witnesses? -Not yet.

-The registry? -Full of false names.

This is a love hotel, pay by the hour.

I am aware. What was he doing here?

Sir?

Why would he hide his activities from his own embassy?

Locate the prostitutes that frequent this establishment.

Bring them in for questioning.

-(clicks heels) -Hatt.

(indistinct chatter in background)

Thank you for coming.

-You all right? -I'm fine. Can you get this

to Trade Minister Tagomi at the Nippon Building, please?

So, that's the urgent matter you couldn't discuss on the phone?

Deliver a package?

-It's really important. -No, no, no, no.

I'm not your errand boy.

I'm not gonna do anything for you

until you tell me what's going on.

It's just better that you don't know.

Then it's better you ask somebody else.

Wait. Please, I don't have anybody else to ask.

All right, I'm in a lot of fucking trouble.

I need to get out of town,

and I can't go until this is delivered.

If I do it myself, I'll be arrested and killed. Please.

Morning, ladies.

Good morning, Reichsmarschall.

Acting Reichsmarschall.

It's not official till I'm sworn in.

-That's not what they're saying on the news. -Well...

for now, "Father" will do just fine.

Where's Bridget?

Under the weather.

I'm afraid you'll have to put up with my cooking today.

I think you're a great cook, Mom.

Yes, the eggs were delicious.

Thank you, Jennifer. Thank you, Amy.

It's getting late. Go brush your teeth, get your books.

It's fine. I'll get those.

It's like old times.

Hmm.

I thought I'd take the girls shopping after school.

Get them some new dresses for the ceremony.

-That's nice. They'd love that. -Mm-hmm.

You don't feel you have to. I mean, if you're not up to it,

we can get something sent to the house.

No, I-I think I'm up for it.

-Don't you have Dr. Ryan today? -I do.

I can manage.

Excuse me.

The eggs are delicious.

Yes?

Good morning, Reichsmarschall.

Who is this?

It's Dr. Mengele.

You expressed an interest

in questioning Fatima Hassan.

Yes.

This morning I am bringing her out of her coma.

Well, thank you for letting me know.

I passed a girl

in the hallway.

Had you seen her before?

No. She wasn't a working girl.

Is that unusual?

Not exactly a place you bring your wife or girlfriend.

It's why I remembered her.

Describe her.

Uh, white.

Late 20s maybe.

Um, dark brown hair.

Pretty.

Demeanor?

I don't know.

She seemed distracted.

Do you recognize any of these women?

Yeah. Her.

Miss Hassan.

There's no need to panic.

No one's gonna hurt you.

You're safe.

You must be cold.

Do you know where you are?

Nazis.

That's correct.

Where are you from?

I know you're not from here.

When you were, uh, apprehended,

you had a film

in your possession.

Can you tell me how you got that?

Who gave it to you?

Miss Hassan?

Stand aside, Reichsmarschall.

Please.

Give me another, please.

Thank you for coming so promptly.

How may I help you, Inspector?

Joseph Cinnadella is dead.

Murdered.

What? How?

Someone slit his throat.

In a rabu hoteru.

He doesn't strike me

as a, a man who would frequent such an establishment.

-This will cause a diplomatic uproar. -That is why

I wanted you to know as soon as possible.

Robbery and murder.

That is the obvious explanation.

So you are questioning prostitutes?

When is the last time you saw Juliana Crain?

A few days ago. Why?

A witness--

a prostitute-- saw her

outside his room last night.

I went to her motel

and found blood in her bathroom.

Miss Crain has disappeared.

Perhaps the witness was mistaken.

Your relationship with this woman...

...is perplexing.

Why did you invite Miss Crain to engage Mr. Cinnadella

at your reception?

They had a previous relationship.

She was attempting to gain information on the oil crisis.

And what information did she acquire?

Nothing.

I will file a full report with the admiral.

If you hear from her, you will contact me immediately.

Yes?

METZGER (over intercom): Sir, Chief Inspector Kido

is on the line.

All right, put him through.

Chief Inspector, what can I do for you?

I have some bad news, Reichsmarschall.

I'm listening.

How you feeling today?

Mmm, more myself.

And what's that?