The Man in the High Castle

You know, some folks might say

you look kind of Jewish yourself.

Just shut the fuck up.

One more word out of you, and I'll blow your head off.

No monkey business.

Uh, Mark Sampson here for Father Finn.

See, I told ya.

Nothing but Jesus here.

Just drive.

(car doors close, dog barking)

Oh, good morning, Father.

Oh, you're just in time for Mass.

Well, lucky me.

Who's your friend?

Oh, just another child of God.

Welcome, Brother.

Join us.

Hey, Padre, dominus vobiscum.

Et cum spiritu tuo.

Give me the keys.

-The body of Christ. Amen.

-The body of Christ. -Amen.

The body of Christ.

I knew it. You're a goddamn Jew, and you're gonna give me

-every Jew you got hidden here. He's not a Jew.

Who said that?

Stand up and let me see you.

Take me instead.

I'm a Jew, he's not.

He's got the number, the tattoo.

He did that in solidarity with the many murdered millions.

Now come on, take it easy.

-Put the gun down. -You just back the fuck off.

Don't move, none of you!

I'm a Jew. Take me.

-Sit down. -No, no. I'm the Jew. Just take me.

I'll take both of you if you want.

The three of you, in fact.

-I'm a Jew. Take me. -Hey.

-I'm a Jew. -You shut up.

I'm a Jew. Take me. -Just

sit the fuck down, all of you!

I'll shoot this fake Jew priest right now.

No one needs to get hurt.

-All right? -(woman whimpering)

Just take it easy.

Just put down the gun.

Just put down the gun.

(gunshot, people whimpering, shrieking)

-Lila. -(people murmuring, crying)

What the hell was that?

I could have talked him down.

He would have surrendered.

And then what?

Huh? We're becoming careless.

Lila, he got

the drop on me in Denver. I...

I fucked up. Sorry.

-(Lila sighs) Oh, shit.

(film projector whirring, clicking)

MAN (on radio): This exhibition game between

the San Francisco Seals and Sadaharu Oh's Yomiuri Giants.

The Seals will feature the DiMaggio brothers--

Vince, Dom, and, of course, Joe,

on loan from the New York Valkyries.

(intro to slow pop ballad "It's Over" by Patti LaSalle plays)

-Help you? -Morning, ma'am.

W-Would your husband happen to be home?

Honey, there's someone at the door?

-Howard Wexler? -That's right.

Inside.

(two gunshots, Howard grunts)

-(muffled gunshots) Oh.

Hexagram 23.

Po.

Disintegration.

Splitting apart, standing apart.

One moving away from the other.

Something coming to an end.

Me and Joe.

Perhaps.

Or maybe you and me.

Hmm.

You know, I intend to see him today.

I'll be careful.

I'm going.

Bridget's getting the girls ready.

-(distant siren wails) -Mm.

So what's your schedule for today?

Nothing. Uh...

Bridget does the shopping, the-the housework.

I have... nothing to do.

Why don't you get out the house, go for a walk?

It would do you some good.

You know, I-I really think

that I want to go back to see Dr. Ryan.

John...

I need it.

I don't know, Helen.

I promise I would only talk about Thomas.

Let me think about it, okay?

NEWSMAN (over radio): And finally this local news:

The Imperial Energy Administration has announced

a three-year program to simultaneously

-(door bells tinkle) -promote conservation of energy resources

More bacon over here.

...and stimulate production

in the Japanese Pacific States.

Minister Mashima assures people of the American land...

Mr. Cinnadella.

More coffee.

-How did you...? -Two can play at this game.

This is not a game.

You following me?

(woman singing in Japanese over radio)

You knew I was following you.

You're hard to miss.

Tell me something.

Whatever happened to that film I gave you?

I delivered it to Smith.

Whatever happened to Frank?

I don't know. He disappeared.

So you're still in touch with the Resistance?

No. I left that behind.

You still looking for the Man in the High Castle?

No. No, that was Smith's obsession, not mine.

Speaking of Smith,

you said he manipulated you.

I'm curious.

What kind of deal did you have to make?

I gave him my father.

(birds singing, crow cawing)

Oh, hey, hey.

Hi, Dad.

: Well, I missed you, too.

-Hey, Pop. -Lunch is ready.

I'm starving. Let's go.

-You coming, Pop? -In a minute, Charlie.

That was a hell of a thing this morning.

-Oh, you don't think he was coming for me, do you? -No.

He's just some cheap bounty hunter.

I've seen enough killing for one lifetime.

Yeah, I wish there were another way.

Well, there is. This, what you're doing here. This.

There's something I want to show you.

I've been working on this.

Huh?

Well, who's that supposed to be? The Kempeitai?

No, the fascists in general. The secret police everywhere.

The-the internalized oppression

of subjugated people all over the world.

Yeah, well, it looks like Kido to me.

Ah, any resemblance is... strictly coincidental.

Well?

Well, it scares me shitless.

Good. Good, it should.

Now, the sunrise-- it represents hope,

the promise and possibility of a new day, a new dawn.

But this, this man-- this is the necessary next step,

a reminder of the forces of darkness arrayed

to prevent that new dawn.

What? You think people don't already know?

No, I think they've forgotten, or, you know, they never knew.

They think this world is normal, and it's not.

You said my, uh... my sunrise was all over the Pacific States.