The Man in the High Castle

A kokujin came to my door.

He said he was your friend.

Lem.

The Kempeitai are still looking for him.

Did he tell you who he got the films from?

Hawthorne said I'm in every one.

The films are disturbing.

Well, I'd like to see them anyway.

Difficult.

A risk to both of us.

Thank you for taking us in.

Today I'll-I'll find us another place to stay.

My late wife and son Nori.

You seem to have found a purpose here.

Meaning.

You are free.

Should we take a little nap?

You will see each other again.

I am sure.

No.

I just had a-a vision.

A memory.

I was married to this man.

We had a child.

In another world, you were my daughter-in-law.

The Man in the High Castle--

he said you and I have a deep connection.

That is why I accepted the films.

You're a traveler.

Like Trudy.

(film projector whirring, clicking)

Helen?

I'm leaving.

Tell Bridget I'll be home for dinner, all right?

The girls will be thrilled.

What's wrong?

Alice Adler.

Mary said that she's been spreading those rumors again

about the girls.

It's just gossip, Helen.

It is not, John. It's not just gossip.

Nothing's gonna happen to them.

Okay?

Don't forget the...

No, I won't.

I'll send a car for you. Erich will take you.

He won't know what it's for.

Any sign of Major Raeder?

Not in yet, sir.

Agent Matthews from the ARBI is here, sir.

(indistinct chatter, typing, phone ringing)

Oberstgruppenfuhrer.

Agent Matthews.

In the flesh.

Must be urgent.

I followed protocol, sir.

-Well? -Five days ago, SD Special Kommandos

raided a farmhouse outside Boulder, Colorado.

The raid was botched, the Kommandos were killed,

and the target escaped.

And I'm just now hearing about this?

Apologies, sir.

I only learned of it myself last night.

Streng geheim. Director's eyes only.

Who was the target?

Only a code name, sir.

Lotus Eater.

Lotus Eater's current whereabouts?

Unknown.

Director Hoover is deploying additional assets

to the Neutral Zone.

And you know this how?

I've been assigned.

Springtime in the Rockies.

Enjoy it.

Send us a postcard from time to time.

I will, sir.

Send a team to Colorado.

Yes, sir.

(indistinct male voice speaks over P.A.)

-(dog barking) -Scrap metal.

Yes, sir.

-Where you coming from? -Denver.

-Where you going? -Home.

(indistinct chatter, dog barking)

(children shouting playfully in distance)

Starting to worry.

Uh, just long lines at the pumps.

It was nuts.

-How are the kids? -Oh, thriving, thanks.

Any problems at the checkpoint?

So far, so good.

Won't last forever.

No, reckon not.

-Thanks for these. -Sure. Take care.

-(shouting) -What's it supposed to mean?

-I don't know. -Land of the Rising Sun?

-No, no, no, no, no. -Mocking the Empire, you little shit?!

-No, no. No disrespect. No disrespect. -So why put 'em up?

-'Cause they're cool. -Cool your heels, dipshit.

I arrested a young vandal.

These are everywhere.

A nuisance.

He volunteered the location of the Resistance cell

he runs errands and messages for.

He identified the criminal priest Hagan as ringleader.

Alive, Sergeant.

Hey, how'd it go today?

I'm still here, obviously.

Takes time, you know. You got to be patient.

That's what Tagomi said.

He also said that what we really need

to do is... let go

of each other.

Yeah, I'm trying to.

Me, too.

It's hard.

Yeah.

Maybe once you see the films, then I'll be able to...

Did he mention something about the films?

-He did? -Tomorrow.

Early.

He's gonna send his assistant to come get you.

(insects buzzing, birds squawking)

Well, the craftsmanship in these bracelets is just exquisite.

And so reasonably priced.

You think this turquoise is real?

-Why, you don't? -How would we know?

Well, more to the point, how will the Pons?

Oh, isn't that gorgeous?

Oh, yeah. That's a beaut, just like all the others.

We're really cornering the market.

Listen, there is no such thing as too much top-shelf inventory.

The Pons are gonna eat this stuff up with a spoon.

I guarantee it.

How much do we owe you for the gas,

-my good man? -44 marks.

So, twice what we paid last week?

Tell it to the Yakuza.

There's a shortage.

I can siphon it back out if you want.

No, no. God, no.

See you found something you like.

-Oh, yeah. -We've seen better,

but it'd be churlish to complain.

You can ring it up.

And, uh, while we're at it,

that squash blossom necklace-- may I see that?

My grandfather's.

It's not for sale.

The silverwork is stunning.

Wu.

-Wu? Yeah.

Wu means passion, spirit.

He's not the churl he seems to be, not completely.

Then you understand why it's not for sale.

Everything has a price, my friend.

How does a hundred marks sound?

I guess not.

We'll just take these.

I feel guilty grieving.

-Is that normal? Well,

I think it's unnatural not to mourn the death of a child.

No matter how noble the circumstances.

Well, it seems like weakness.

As does being here.

Analysis doesn't have the stigma that it once had,