01x01 - In the Belly of the Whale

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(laughter)

BIFF (Southern accent): And I says to him, "Never again, Mr. President, can we let the Chinese motorboat our tits like that."

I says, "Who's negotiating your treaties?"

Jimmy looks at me with that peanut farmer grin of his and says, "Biff, you are now, friend, "but don't you ever talk about motorboating titties in front of the First Lady again."

(laughter)

Rosalynn blushes every time she sees Biff.

(Biff laughs)

Dad, he's doing it again!

Biff Jr., kiddo, lay off your sister, or no Six Million Dollar Man tonight, you hear me?

Your new boss lives here?

When you're the Under Secretary of State, I imagine the world's your oyster, hon.

(chuckles) There's nothing to be nervous about.

It's Biff Simpson, hon.

He decides if I sink or swim this year.

You're Carl Hirsch, sweetheart.

He's lucky to even wade in the same pond as you.

(laughs) BIFF: Hirsch.

You made it, my friend. Wouldn't miss it, sir.

"Sir" is for Foggy Bottom. In my castle, I'm Biff.

Wow. Well, okay, then, Biff.

Oh. This here's my wife Helen.

Helen. What a beauty.

(chuckles): Geez, Hirsch.

(purring sound) (laughter)

You win her on Let's Make a Deal?

This is my new associate I was telling you all about.

Just moved down here from Boston.

Can I get you kids a wet one?

I'll take a Schlitz if you got. Hon?

("Night Moves" by Bob Seger playing)

Thanks. That's great.

♪ Oh, no problem... ♪ Hon? (quietly): You. It's you.

It's you. Hon, what's-what's going on?

It's him. (speaking Polish)

The Butcher. The Butcher.

It's the Butcher.

Hon. BIFF (chuckles): Well.

Gosh darn, Hirsch.

You didn't tell me your wife was one of them vegetarians.

(laughter) The Butcher of Arlav.

The Butcher of Arlav!

Call the police. Call the police.

Hey. Hey. It's Muller.

Please. Please call the police! Helen, what on earth?

Hon, what's going on? -I think she's having some kind of episode.

Hirsch, maybe she wants to lie down in the family room?

No. I remember you. I remember your face.

Why isn't anyone...? Please, please, he-he...

(speaking Polish)

He slaughter... he slaughtered my whole family. -You're scaring the kids, doll.

Mrs. Simpson, I'm so sorry. He k*lled my whole family.

Hey, Helen... -He slaughtered them. He k*lled them all!

Geez, oh, man, this is, this is really something, Hirsch.

TRINITY: Dad? Dad? And in my own gosh darn home.

I think I'd like you to leave now. HELEN: Stop him!

Halt im! n*zi!

Stop him! Stop him! n*zi!

BIFF JR.: What's going on? -Halt im!

TRINITY: Daddy? HELEN: Stop him!

BIFF JR.: Dad? n*zi!

(screaming)

(silenced g*nshots) HIRSCH: Mr. Simp...

Wait, what are you doing? What is happening? Mr. Simpso...

No! Mr. Simps...

(screaming)

(German accent): 30 years of work that was.

(crying, hyperventilating) An entire life built.

Marrying that American pig.

Siring three tainted swine.

How long I'd wanted to snap their little necks.

Well, their blood is on your hands, my girl.

Leave it to the Jew to think only of its own pathetic existence.

You thought the w*r was over?

No, dear.

Only the dead know the end of w*r.

We're here now.

Everywhere.

We... we survived.

And we'll survive again.

You didn't survive.

You marinated.

I'm so glad I didn't gas you in the camps.

This is so much more delicious.

And what a hungry boy I've been.

What hungry boys and girls we've all been.

Heil Mein Fuhrer.

(speaks Polish)

Sieg heil!

(silenced g*nsh*t) (body falls)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(laughter)

(indistinct chatter)

CHEEKS: Nah, it was good.

It's just, why the hell does Darth Vader got to be black?

BOOTYHOLE: He-He's not black, Cheeks, he's-he's a Dark Lord.

Oh, a Dark Lord? Yeah.

Dude's got a black suit, dude's got a black mask.

And last time I checked, James Earl Jones is sure as sh*t a brother.

We're always the m*therf*cking villain, man.

And you know what? I see it. Oh, here we go.

You think Vader's the villain, though?

Yeah. Are you serious, Jonah?

Every time Vader came on the screen, Bootyhole pissed his husky boy pants.

Oh, f*ck you, okay? Darth Vader k*lled tons of people.

Look, Vader did some bad sh*t.

I'm not saying that, not denying that.

Darth Vader wasn't born Darth Vader.

For all we know, he was born Chad Rubenstein.

Asthmatic, premature-ejaculating...

Chad Rubenstein? ...good-hearted loser.

And he can talk about losers. And... like every kid in the Galactic Empire, he was conditioned to believe that some evil Jedi rebels from some desert sh*thole were gonna come b*mb his parents, behead his friends, kidnap all the hot Galactic chicks for lightsaber orgies.

Vader doesn't get up...

(car horn honks)

...every day looking to destroy the galaxy.

No, no. He gets up every morning believing he needs to save it.

Yeah, but he's-he's still a m*rder*r, dude.

Exactly. So is Batman, Booty.

Oh... So is f*cking Batman.

He hanged a mental patient from the Batplane.

He-he crushed a guy's guts out with a car compactor.

Superman's slaughtered cities.

G... uh, Green Lantern took out a planet.

Uh, Orion the Space Slayer f*cking leveled a g*dd*mn solar system.

The only difference between a hero and a villain is who sells more costumes on Halloween.

Damn, how much of your Cheech you Chong, jiggy?

You know, I'd save some of that for your customers.

No, no, no. Chewbacca's like this.

(growls à la Chewbacca)

(others imitating growl)

(indistinct chatter)

♪ I can tell by... ♪ Hey, Carol. Hey, Jonah.

♪ You got what it takes, come on now ♪

♪ Baby, baby... ♪ Circle jerk run late, fuckheads?

BOOTYHOLE: Well, we kept picturing your face and none of us could come.

(laughs softly)

You think you're funny, you fat sh*t?

Could hear the f*cking nerd mating call from down the block.

First time, huh, Heidel-bitch?

Jesus, it's like doing a f*cking heroin deal with Mr. f*cking Rogers. Come on.

Show me what you got.

Uh, yeah. Right.

Sell me on it. (stifled laugh in distance)

S-Se-Sell you?

(dog barking in distance)

Uh... (stammers) Yeah, man, look, I-I'd try to sell you on it, but that'd be like... like Buddha trying to hawk you a timeshare in Nirvana.

Ooh. Tagline and everything.

Okay, look, I do $15 per quarter.

Jew gets right to the bottom dollar, huh?

(jocks snickering)

Just give me two ounces, sh*t-tard.

Okay, yep. That's, uh, $120.

I'll give you $60.

(jocks laughing)

CAROL: Dennis, stop. Come on.

JONAH: Uh, no. Uh, look, I said it's $120, it's $120. -I don't think that you're understanding me.

No. This isn't a negotiation. And I don't speak little bitch.

So let me translate.

Dennis. Dennis, stop. Come on. Come on.

Give me my, give me my sh*t back.

Aw, you putting on a show for Carol so she can see you act all tough? I mean, you've had a hard-on for her for years, haven't you?

Guess what. She is never gonna suck your tiny kosher wiener, Art Gar-f*ck-el. CAROL: Are you kidding me?

Give me my, give me my sh*t.

What the f*ck are you gonna do, kike?

JOCK: He's gonna cry. (laughter)

Give me my f*cking bag back. No, no...

No. No, Dennis, stop. Stop. BOOTYHOLE: Get the f*ck off, dude.

What are you doing, assh*le? Get off me, man.

As soon as this little Jew bitch quits begging for more. -Stop. No. No!

Get off of me! Step the f*ck off.

Dennis. Stop.

Just leave... Dennis. Stop. Enough.

(panting): Stop. Stop. Stop.

BOOTYHOLE: Dennis, this is not cool, man.

CAROL: You're an assh*le, Dennis.

Carol.

Carol. You're a f*cking assh*le!

Stop.

Hey, you okay? Yeah, I'm fine.

REPORTER (over radio): ...warning everyone to lock their doors.

I'll see you guys.

With the Son of Sam k*ller still terrorizing New York...

(piano playing)

RUTH: Jonah?

It's just me, Safta. I hung around for the double feature.

Did your black eye and bloody lip hang around, too, darling?

(sighs)

JONAH: It looks worse than it is.

RUTH: I'm thinking you need a stitch.

JONAH: No. No, I won't.

RUTH: I don't know. It's fine. Trust me.

It looks bad. Looks worse.

Go on. Eat some of this.

It heals all aches of the body and all matters of the soul.

Hmm.

That's some Walt Whitman sh*t right there.

You should write that down in one of your cookbooks.

How'd you know?

I'm your safta.

I know everything.

And Mrs. Schlosstein saw you walking on Avenue J.

She gave me a call right away.

Mm, the bubbeleh bat phone.

You think you're a big man for getting in a fight?

I was just defending myself.

Oh, don't touch, don't touch, don't touch.

I'll get a bandage.

(rustling) RUTH: What?

What is this? Hmm?

A drug dealer? A criminal? Oh, sh*t.

Safta.

How could you? Please.

Please... How could you?

This puts food on our table, okay?

This puts a roof over our heads.

I would rather starve on the street than have my grandson be a thug.

Everything I do is for you.

You think I want to be doing this?

You don't think I want to be at some WASP college we can't afford actually making something of myself?

I do this so we can survive.

Look. You were meant for more than this.

A brilliant mind.

You see things no one else can.

It's a gift from God, and this is how you use it?

To put this chazerai out into the world?

Ah, you're worried about the world. Well, the world sure as sh*t's not worried about us.

Everything you do, it's a choice between licht un finster.

Light or darkness.

You must choose well.

Sometimes when you're trying to survive, you don't have a choice.

There's always a choice. (gasps softly)

Safta.

Safta, I'm... I love you.

I love you the most.

Everything I'm doing is for you.

You'll see soon enough.

♪ You are what you perceive ♪

♪ What comes is better ♪

♪ Than what came before... ♪

♪ ♪

MAN: How you doing, Carol...?

CAROL: Okay, thanks.

♪ Ba-ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba-ba ♪

♪ Ba-ba-ba-ba ♪

♪ Ba-ba-ba ♪

♪ And you better come ♪

♪ Come-come, come to me ♪

♪ Come-come, come to me ♪

♪ Better come ♪

♪ Come-come, come to me ♪

♪ Ba-ba-ba-ba ♪

♪ Ba. ♪

(glass shatters)

MAN: How did you find me? (clattering)

(Ruth speaks indistinctly) I won't ask you again.

RUTH: You will be brought to justice.

MAN: How did you find me?

RUTH: Go ahead, sh**t, sh**t.

I am not afraid.

You can't hide. (cheering over TV)

You can't hide.

You can't... (g*nsh*t)

(door slams)

Safta!

Safta, Safta, what...? Oh, Jesus.

Safta, hey, stay with me, stay with me.

Stay... Help!

Help! Help!

(panting): Oh, f*ck.

Oh, f*ck.

(clattering) Help!

Help, somebody! Help!

Please, call an ambulance! (phone clangs, dial spins)

4513 73rd Street, there's been a sh**ting.

Please, please come. (whimpers)

Safta, Safta, Safta, stay awake. Stay with me.

Please, please. Oh, God.

Stay with me, stay with me.

Stay with me, please.

Help! Help! (Ruth whimpers)

It's okay, stay with me. Stay with me.

No, no, no, no, no.

Oh, no. No.

No, no.

(sobbing)

Please. (sniffles)

(sobbing continues)

♪ ♪ Jonah... MAN: NYPD.

Come on, Jonah.

Let me get you another shirt, son.

I don't want another shirt.

I've been here for f*cking hours, I just want to know what you found.

It looks like a robbery gone wrong.

But at the moment, we don't got much to go on.

I-I t... I told you, he was wearing black.

He had a hat on.

He left down the-the, uh, the alleyway and-and...

f*cking damn it. What f*cking information do you need?

She-she shouted at him, she said, "You can't f*cking hide."

Jonah, I can't put out a city-wide...

She said, "You can't f*cking hide." I can't. Jonah, listen to me.

I can't put out a city-wide looking for a man in a black hat.

I'm going to see that everything we can do gets done, okay?

But it's gonna take some time. The city's at w*r, son.

Sequence K*llers, the sex peddlers, drug runners, I...

(pounds table) Our boys are spread thin.

But I won't let up.

I promise.

♪ Mein ♪

♪ Lieber herr ♪

♪ Farewell, mein lieber herr ♪

♪ It was a fine affair ♪

♪ But now it's over ♪

♪ And though I used to care ♪

♪ I need the open air ♪

♪ You're better off without me, mein herr ♪

(phone ringing)

♪ Don't dab your eye, mein herr ♪

♪ Or wonder why, mein herr ♪

♪ I've always said that I was a rover ♪

♪ We mustn't... ♪

(phone ringing)

(faintly): ♪ You'd every cause to doubt me, mein herr... ♪ MAN (over phone): 17 Washington Lane.

Chevy Chase, Maryland.

Understood.

♪ Not only up and down, but side to side, mein... ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪ (fly buzzing)

♪ Come on ♪

(mumbles): 25.

(faintly): ♪ Let's go fishing, baby ♪

♪ In the park ♪

♪ Let's go fishing, baby ♪

♪ When it gets dark ♪

♪ Leave all your friends behind ♪

♪ I'll leave all of mine ♪

♪ We'll get together, girl ♪

♪ And have a good time ♪

♪ In the park... ♪ BIFF (Southern accent): Took you long enough.

I've been waiting all night.

Eh, do you know a four-letter word for "bovine," exclamation?

What?

They would have blown my cover.

30 years I spent infiltrating this swamp:

D.C. strip clubs, Senate cloakrooms, the Oval Office.

And now, just weeks after our breakthrough, you think I'd allow it all to be undone by a Juden cockroach?

♪ Onto mine... ♪ Did I create unwanted noise?

Sure. But Uncle Sam won't suspect a thing.

Hell, I could goose-step the Electric Slide on the National Mall, they wouldn't add it up.

These fools are too busy believing their own people are the enemy; they've blinded themselves to us.

Offer up a black man to blame, you can get away with anything in America.

The neighbors didn't hear anything.

The jewelry's in the bedroom.

Oh, and with me dealing with this sh*t, you need to pay Congressman d*ck Marshall a visit.

This is what he needs to do.

Make sure he does it.

The Colonel made clear there's no room for failure.

So don't f*ck up.

Understand?

♪ Talkin' 'bout the park, mama! ♪

♪ Talkin' 'bout the park, baby ♪

♪ Talkin' 'bout the park, baby... ♪ Uh, how about the left arm?

So I can still... you know.

♪ In the dark, yeah... ♪ With my right.

Heck else am I gonna do in the hospital for a week?

(Biff groans)

Oh!

(groaning)

(straining): f*ck. Ah!

(exhales)

(Biff panting)

(groans)

♪ Come on ♪

♪ All right. ♪

(rabbi praying in Hebrew)

(prayer continues)

♪ ♪

(prayer continues)

♪ ♪

(rabbi's voice echoing)

♪ ♪

Jonah, only immediate family is supposed to sit shiva.

Is that right, Mrs. Schlosstein? -Mm.

Well, if... my safta's parents weren't sh*t in the ghetto... sister wasn't k*lled in the camps, her husband didn't die in Korea, and her only kid didn't bleed out having me... then they'd be here instead.

I'm all she had in this world, so I'm sitting for them.

So why don't you shut your gefilte-fish-stinking fat f*cking mouth?

(chatter in distance)

(dog barking)

(exhales)

(door creaks open)

(speaking Yiddish)

"In a world of diarrhea and constipation, it's okay to be a normal piece of sh*t sometimes."

(Jonah sighs)

Besides, Moira Schlosstein had it coming.

Meyer Offerman.

My deepest sorrows about your grandmother.

Ah.

How many broads I've been with.

(Meyer chuckles)

Laughter is good medicine in the worst of times.

Your grandmother taught me that.

How'd you know my grandmother?

Your safta and I were in the camps together.

In fact, I owe my life to her.

She didn't talk about the camps much.

What is there to talk about?

Hmm?

(Jonah sighs)

She lives through all that just to be sh*t in her living room by a f*cking burglar.

Well, did-did you happen to hear his voice?

C-Catch his face?

No.

There are street lamps down that alley, no?

Did you see anything at all?

H-How did you know he came in through the alley?

Well, noticed that... that the back door was boarded up.

So...

I suppose I watch too much Kojak in my old age.

A potato of the couch.

"You can't hide. You can't hide.

You can't hide."

That's what she said to him right before he k*lled her.

"You can't hide." And it just... it sounded... it sounded like she knew him.

It sounded... Personal.

Yeah.

I suppose every m*rder is personal.

Oh. I'm sorry.

I am sorry.

(woman speaks Hebrew)

Well, I'm sure the police are on it.

Wise that we let them do their work.

Your grandmother was a fighter.

And I trust it courses through your veins as well as hers.

But if you ever need anything... money, assistance, anything at all... you come to me.

This is not charity.

It's a debt I owe her.

You know, you have an intimate relationship with death.

But know it not to be a curse but a blessing.

One that will bring you closer to life.

As the Talmud tells us, "Living well is the best revenge."

I hope I see you again.

(car horn honks)

(children laughing, shouting)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

RUTH: September 5, 1941.

It was chaos, chaos in the ghetto.

(g*ns popping)

(woman screams) (indistinct shouting)

(woman calling out)

(dog barking furiously)

They b*at our pregnant, ravaged our children, stole our lives.

(man calling out)

They tried to k*ll the very thing that made us us, so that we should look to the sky and not see God, but see shum da-var... nothing.

(screaming) (baby wailing)

I searched for my family until I saw them.

My mother, sh*t dead, in my father's arms...

...even as he, too, called out to the sky.

Papa! -Shum da-var...

RUTH: Shum da-var. Nothing.

(soldier shouts in German) -And then he came.

(grunts) Papa!

Meyer was his name.

He saved my life that night.

Papa!

(screams)

I don't know what was worse... to see that the Nazis had k*lled my father, or to see that they had k*lled God.

YOUNG RUTH: Papa!

RUTH: But for the first time in my life, I wished to k*ll.

I wished to k*ll them all.

(sniffles)

♪ ♪

(seagulls crying) -WOMAN (on TV): Marilu Henner.

HOST: That's right, Marilu Henner is the answer we're looking for, and you have the nine if you'd like it.

WOMAN: I'll take the nine.

MAN: You'll take it. HOST: All righty, you got it.

(thumping, clanking inside)

(whirring) -The 1984 games will be held in Los Angeles.

PLUMBER: The shower's nearly fixed, Ms. Fischer.

HOST: Are the Soviets planning on coming? Yes or no.

Downey? MAN: Yes.

HOST: Yes, they are. Very indeed.

(cheering) How about the next card?

(German accent): Yes, darling.

Good answer, good answer.

Correct-a-mundo.

HOST: Combine that with a ten, and you would win the match and $2,500. -(thumping)

PLUMBER: Hot water's back.

Oh, darling, thank you.

(whispers): Such a flash.

You got to answer this question.

I've been freezing my tush off for days.

I was boobing the tube.

No, thanks.

Go on.

We all deserve something sweet.

He grew up to be president. -(door opens)

Downey. WOMAN: Jimmy Carter.

HOST: Yes! Jimmy Carter. -(door closes)

MAN: Oh, good girl.

(coughing) -Good girl. Take it.

HOST: All right. The next buys a ten.

(coughing) -You've got $2,500 in the match.

What is the card?

(coughing, choking) -(cheering)

(gasps)

Yahtzee!

(TV commercials playing faintly)

(Three's Company theme song playing)

♪ Come and knock on our door ♪

(singing along): ♪ Come and knock on my door ♪

(on TV): ♪ We've been waitin' for you ♪

♪ We've been waitin' for you ♪

(humming)

♪ Three's company, yes ♪

♪ Three's company, too. ♪

(vocalizing)

No!

(screaming) Oh! No!

(whimpering)

Aah!

Aah! Help!

(screaming)

(wheezing) Help!

(coughing)

(screaming)

("Nobody Knows" by Pastor T.L. Barrett playing)

♪ Nobody knows ♪

♪ Mmm ♪

♪ All the trouble I've seen ♪

♪ Nobody knows ♪

♪ Mmm ♪

♪ All the sorrow ♪

♪ Glory, glory ♪

♪ Mmm ♪

♪ Glory, hallelujah ♪ Cock-a-doodle-do.

♪ Glory ♪ ♪ Hmm ♪

♪ Glory ♪ ♪ Let me tell you ♪ Mine's bigger.

♪ Glory, hallelujah ♪

♪ Nobody knows ♪

♪ Nobody knows ♪

♪ Mmm, no, no, no ♪

♪ All the trouble I've seen. ♪

MAN: f*cking Morris is back. MAN 2: Look who's back.

The black Caped Crusader. (men laughing)

MORRIS: Sir. Morris.

Look, I know it's early, but, uh, I followed that lead.

The hooker in Hell's Kitchen.

She was turning tricks for Mikey Tratioli.

Genovese's body man. Jesus, Morris.

So she tells me Tratioli's got issues in the bedroom, a real floppy jalopy, which leads me to believe he's got one of them insecure personalities, you know? So I think if we can get to Tratioli, we can turn him easy.

Great, and after we bust Genovese, we can figure out who sh*t JFK.

Morris, you've been with the Bureau for ten months.

It's 11 months, sir.

They see this Nancy Drew act, you're gonna make it harder on yourself than it already is.

And I want my own case.

And it can't be any harder than it already is.

Okay.

You want your own case, Morris?

Tampa called this one in, but they don't have the manpower to handle.

A NASA scientist found dead in her home at Cape Canaveral.

Good night and good luck. There are 15 field offices between here and Florida.

You just want me out of your hair.

I'll get on the next flight down.

Morris, if you're itching for some grand battle between good and evil, you ain't gonna find it here.

We're not soldiers, we're not saints.

We're janitors is all.

The fate of all things ain't resting on you.

NEWSMAN: Police have released a sketch of the suspect in the gruesome robbery-homicide in D.C.

The sole survivor, Under Secretary of State Biff Simpson, has been upgraded to stable condition.

A tragedy...

CHEEKS: Jane. Jane, yep.

Jane. Jane.

Jane. Jane.

Tarzan. Definitely Tarzan.

(growls à la Chewbacca)

What are you cocks spazzing about?

Oh, well, we call "Jane" if we think the chick's squish mittens are trimmed, and then "Tarzan" if it looks like her, uh, Hairy Manilow's an all-out pube jungle.

You guys are idiots.

We couldn't just leave you cooped up in the house all day.

You got to at least try to get your head off it, man.

You dig?

Yeah, and what better place to do it than here at Titty Beach?

Saw the m*therf*cker.

I saw him and I didn't do sh*t.

I just f*cking stood there.

That piece of sh*t had a g*n, man.

He would've k*lled your ass.

It's not your fault. The fuzz are on it, man.

They'll find him. Cops won't find sh*t.

They've already forgotten about it.

(man whistles)

(indistinct chatter)

MAN: What do you want?

The Hell Devils, they run the streets from us to 112th, right?

Nothing goes down without their knowing.

BOOTYHOLE: Well, what's your point?

Maybe they know something.

CHEEKS: Uh, and what? You're gonna ring the f*cking Hell Devils' doorbell like the Avon Lady and just ask them? Yeah.

You're coming with me. Aw, f*ck, no, man. If they see my fat ass, they're gonna string me up like an Easter ham.

So we bring protection.

The hell is that? Some Jew sword?

The f*ck your punk ass thinking, that you some Charles Bronson m*therf*cker now?

If you bring that anywhere near the Hell Devils, they're gonna circumcise you for a second time, dude.

For real. Just leave that sh*t at home.

CHEEKS: Please. f*ck you guys.

I'll do it myself. BOOTYHOLE: Jonah.

Yo, Jonah. Come on, now. -Come on, you're gonna get yourself k*lled.

(indistinct chatter)

♪ ♪

Afternoon, gentlemen. MAN: Mm-hmm?

I'm looking for a Detective Sommers.

SOMMERS: Thank you... Right over there.

SOMMERS: If I need anything further, I know where to find you.

You're Sommers?

(chuckles) Agent Morris?

sh*t. (chuckles) Shaft and Foxy Brown.

We keep solving cases together, they'll give us a sitcom.

(chuckles) All right, let me see her.

So Gretel Fischer slips in the tub, and you guys call the FBI to, what, hunt Mr. Clean?

(Sommers chuckles)

What, is this your first DOA?

It was making noises all night.

Go get some fresh air.

It looked like she slipped.

But the M.E. said it wasn't the head wound that k*lled her.

Mm.

(exhales) (quietly): Sorry.

(clears throat)

SOMMERS: It's like she was trapped inside, but there was no lock.

What are you doing?

Oh...

Let's see...

(exhales)

She was gassed.

(indistinct chatter)

(funk music playing on radio)

(dogs barking)

g*ng LEADER: (whistles) What the hell is this?

The f*ck we got going on here, Big Dude?

A... woman was sh*t and k*lled the other night.

73rd Street. And so what?

You Pink Panther m*therf*cker is here for revenge and sh*t?

She was my grandmother.

What'd you say?

She was my grandmother.

(chuckling)

Look, I know sh*t doesn't go down under your nose without you knowing.

And I know none of you m*rder old ladies.

I just want you to find out what assh*le did this to her, and... look, I'm... I'm willing to make you a trade.

Whoa. Whoa, whoa. -g*ng MEMBER: What's he got in that bag?

Slow man, slow. For real.

g*ng LEADER: Let's see. (exhales)

g*ng LEADER: How much for, homie?

All of it.

I want a f*cking name.

(siren blaring)

Hey, let's go! Let's go! Go, go, go, go!

(g*ng members shouting)

Police! Go, man, go!

sh*t! Aw, f*ck.

SOMMERS: Spoke to the super again.

He said that a company by the name of Abraham & Sons Plumbing came by yesterday.

Thing is, my boys checked.

There is no Abraham & Sons Plumbing nowhere.

Doesn't exist.

Why the gas?

SOMMERS: What do you mean?

I mean, if whoever did this wanted her dead, why go through all the trouble?

All the risk? Creating a fake plumbing company, injecting gas into the pipes?

It all seems so purposeful.

So personal.

Call her kids. Family.

See if she had any enemies, anything they could think might want to hurt her.

I'll go to NASA in the morning. See what they can tell me.

("Blue Bayou" by Roy Orbison begins)

(bowling ball hitting pins)

♪ I feel so bad... ♪ -MAN: I mean, my wrist was about to fall off.

I got the thumb working in the front, I got the forefinger and the middle finger working in the back like I'm picking up a seven-ten split. I mean, like we say at the office, now I was gonna filibust all over her. (both men laughing)

(slurping through straw) ♪ On Blue Bayou ♪

♪ I'm goin' back someday ♪

♪ Come what may... ♪ Nines.

Oh, we're closing up any minute.

Nines. ♪ Where you sleep all day ♪

♪ And the catfish play ♪ We're closing.

♪ On Blue Bayou ♪ Nines.

♪ Fishing boats with their sails afloat ♪ Nines.

♪ That familiar sunrise ♪ Nines.

♪ How happy I'd be... ♪

(bowling pins crashing)

♪ Go to see my baby again ♪

♪ And to be with some of my friends... ♪

"Are you my mother?"

You say something?

"'I'm not your mother.

"I am a dog, ' said the dog."

You're supposed to pass the bill.

Who the hell are you?

Oh, Washington Post? National Review?

Yeah. Well, listen good, you Peter Parker pig f*ck, there are three things I hold sacred: Jesus, p*ssy, and Groovy Gutterball Championship League Bowling Night, and if you think that I'm gonna...

Are You My Mother?

He loves that book, d*ck Jr.

Your wife was asleep, and I saw his night-light on.

"'Are you my mother?' the baby bird asked a cow.

"'How could I be your mother?

"I am a cow.'

"'Are you my mother?'

"'No. No, I'm not your mother.

"I'm the man who'll cut your throat

"unless your father changes his vote and does what we paid him to do.'"

TERRY: d*ck, this guy bothering you?

Am I bothering you, d*ck?

Listen, ass-munch, I don't know who the f*ck you think you are.

We got a problem?

What the f*ck?

(shouting)

I know you'll keep tonight between us, make sure your boys keep their mouths shut.

Otherwise, I can keep their mouths shut for them.

Please, no, we-we'll-we'll keep quiet.

d*ck Jr. asked if I was the monster under his bed.

He said he was sure there was a monster living there, but every time you would go in to check... under the bed, in the closet... you could never see it.

Tell me, Congressman, do you see me now?

DETECTIVE GROTON: Mr. Offerman put up your bond, son.

$1,200.

You're free to go, for now.

His driver's waiting outside for you.

(sighs)

I wasn't there to sell.

I know why you were there.

This has to stop now, before you get hurt.

Leave the detective work to us.

Detective work would be realizing that the pattern of the locations of your mystery r*pist's crimes fits the A35 bus route to a T, so he must be taking that bus line to his victims' apartments.

Detective work would be finding who k*lled my grandma.

You're not doing detective work.

All you're doing is sitting around circle jerking to police sketches of Son of Sam.

Don't let me keep you from busting a nut.

Holy balls.

He's expecting you.

Well, I never.

Holy mackerel, I don't know how you boys do it.

Doc, it's a masterpiece.

Good work.

"And God appointed a great fish

"to swallow Jonah up.

"And out of the belly of Hell, Jonah cried and God did hear his voice."

You should read the Torah more.

It is the original comic book.

How are you? I'm fine.

Your face still looks like sh*t.

At least mine will heal. You will h... Uh, yeah.

Well, you didn't tell me you were Bruce Wayne rich.

Well...

What are you doing with this Hell Devils? What is that?

Please, can we...

Does that seem wise? I'm gonna pay you back, every single penny of my bail. What? No.

I don't want your money, please. Ugh. No. -Just don't give me a speech.

I forgive the loan in its entirety.

All I want from you is the thrill of besting a Torah-ignorant punk in a chess match.

What do you say?

You know, there was a very famous prisoner in Auschwitz named Markus Roth.

He was the Bobby Fischer of Germany.

And as fate would have it, one of the n*zi guards, a sadistic man named Heinz Richter, he had always aspired to be a great chess player, too, but for years, in tournaments, he was, he was trounced by the chess-playing Jew, who was now his prisoner.

Now, one morning in the camps, Richter rounded up Markus and 32 others, marched them into the woods.

Each day, more prisoners were led into those same woods.

One morning, your safta's younger sister was taken.

Your safta, foolish and fearless, was determined to rescue her dear Chava, so we snuck into the dark woods after them.

And? What did you see?

Well, in a small clearing... (man speaking German)

...Richter had constructed a human chessboard.

(woman screaming, crying)

On those squares stood the prisoners...

...each one with a blade.

Richter commanded the black, forced Markus to play with the white.

Bishop...

to E3.

I'm sorry, Chava.

(crying)

Chava!

(shouting in German)

Chava didn't fare well.

After seven days of this t*rture, Markus Roth grabbed a blade, tried to k*ll the barbarous Heinz Richter.

Markus, of course, was sh*t dead, but not before he gave Richter a scar across his throat in the shape of an "X."

Markus never lost one match, however.

Not one.

Perhaps we can take some solace in that.

What I'd give to have k*lled those m*therf*ckers.

Your grandmother never told you of such stories?

Of our history? No?

You rich folks have the luxury of living in the past.

Rest of us can only afford the present.

The past is all there is, Jonah, repeating over and over again, with new players of new times hoping for a different outcome.

Checkmate.

(laughs) In only two moves.

What, uh, what is this?

Yeah, I call it b*ating an old man's ass at his own game.

You're what they call "a little sh*t," aren't you?

You want to play another...? The telephone is for you.

It's the mayor's office.

I should just be a moment.

Continue without me.

Probably win that, too.

Very good.

(film reel clicking)

Ah, what a f*cking weirdo.

♪ ♪

(clicking)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

It's bad manners... What the f*ck is this?

...to venture around a man's home without an invitation. is this him? Did you find the fucker that did this to her?

You need to leave.

You found him.

How? The cops didn't have sh*t.

You think the cops care about some old Jew?

Who is he?

Go home. Read the Talmud.

Living well is the best revenge.

No. No, no, no! Tell me who he is. Go back home...

And who are you? I have a f*cking right to know!

Tell me right now.

What are you, one of your masked, caped shvantzes from your cartoons? No.

You are a boy.

You are a child who could do nothing to stop the k*ller in his home.

Who did nothing to save his grandmother.

That's who you are.

Jonah! Stop!

(panting)

Hey, I'll, uh... (sniffles)

I'll have a chicken noodle and an Old Chicago.

(indistinct chatter)

WOMAN: ...because they-they fell on their heads.

Right into you... and that's the point of the game.

I don't understand the point of the game. All these men...

♪ ♪

Hey. Excuse me, what is this?

I ordered the chicken soup. Yeah, that's what that is.

This is not chicken soup.

I want chicken soup. Well, I don't know what to tell you.

That's what it is. I want the f*cking chicken soup!

What the f*ck is wrong with you?

I want hers!

I want her... hers.

(crying)

I want her.

MAN: We never met a sweeter woman or a more brilliant scientist.

An unparalleled genius, Gretel was.

Our hearts weep.

MORRIS: Did you notice anything strange before her death?

Was she, I don't know, was she acting strange or suspicious or worried?

Anyone at work bothering her?

No. No, she kept to herself, mostly.

Spent weekends at the lab. She was a workaholic.

And what exactly did Dr. Fischer do for you?

Gretel was a chemist.

Her research developed the rocket fuel that carried our boys to the moon.

And she started at NASA in '48?

Yes. '48 or '49.

I remember when she came in.

She survived the w*r in Germany.

And here she was, living the American Dream.

And what was she working on now?

MAN: Dr. Fischer was... working on a chemical solution that would heighten our astronauts' tolerance of g-force from 16 to 30, highly theoretical work.

That was completed back in 1954 when John Stapp harnessed nearly 46 Gs in the U.S. Air Force tests, no?

Sir, I'm not interviewing you for Reader's Digest.

This is an FBI investigation into the death of one of your employees.

So you lie to me again and I'll rip every hair of that schnoz forest out your nose until you tell me what I want to know.

Agent Morris, if you would like to discuss Dr. Fischer's classified research, we will gladly do so on receipt of a warrant.

Short of that, we have nothing more to add.

We don't respond to threats.

Least of all from some broad like you.

(chair scrapes)

See her out.

All right. "Some broad like me."

f*ck you.

I've devoted my entire life to science, the search for truth.

And truth matters now more than ever.

What-what are... what truth?

You aren't the first to ask questions about Gretel Fischer.

Find the first and you'll find what you're looking for.

No, wait. What are you talking about?

The Russians used to send each of their cosmonauts into space with a sawed-off shotgun.

It wasn't for protection against aliens.

Nothing ridiculous like that.

It was because on their return to Earth, if they landed off course, they'd have to hike hundreds of miles through the Siberian tundra and they needed protection against the bears and the wolves.

When you land, Agent Morris, and you will, you won't be in the tundra, but if I were you, I, too, would carry protection.

For where you're going, there'll be bears and there'll be wolves.

(rap song playing) (train clacking, squealing)

♪ ♪

♪ Party got started about an hour ago ♪

♪ You know where it's gonna be, find the door ♪

♪ Upstairs and in the basement, too ♪

♪ All the ladies in the house getting in the groove ♪

♪ And outside, if you need some air ♪

♪ And everybody's getting down like they just don't care... ♪

(rap song fades)

♪ ♪

(muttering): Red Balloon, Red Balloon...

♪ ♪

(door bells jingle)

(door bells jingle)

(grunts softly) GIRL: Maybe they have it.

(door bells jingle) GIRL 2: Ask him.

Mister, do you have the Superstar Barbie in stock?

We should be getting more in next week.

I'll save one just for you, darling.

(door bells jingle)

Can I help you, son?

Son?

♪ ♪

Son?

You. You.

No, please. You.

Just take the money. You k*lled her.

You f*cking k*lled her, I know you did. Take what you want.

No, I not done nothing. I know you did it!

What? What are you talking about?

I didn't k*ll anyone. Don't f*cking lie to me.

No, please.

I didn't k*ll no one. No, I saw you.

I saw you.

Just take the money. I saw you.

Just take the... I saw your car.

I don't have a car!

Please, please, just take the money.

f*ck. Please. Please.

Please.

(sobbing): Please.

Just take the money.

Richter.

(electricity zaps)

(grunts)

(object clatters on floor)

♪ ♪

(whimpers)

(muffled shouting)

You Jews are always the best to play our games with.

(muffled shouting continues)

You know why?

(panting)

Because you know what it is to play for your life.

(whimpers)

I wish I could have played with your grandmother for hours more.

It was a shame.

(whimpering)

But... now you are going to tell me what she would not.

(whimpering)

Ow! Fucker!

You m*therf*cking piece of sh*t.

Ah! Ow!

Why was she looking for me?

L-Look... looking, looking for-for-for you?

I-I don't, I don't know what you're talking...

No! (yells)

(panting) Who was she working for?

Mossad? What?

Wiesenthal? The Soviets?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Ow!

She wasn't working for anybody.

She wasn't... How did she find me?

She wasn't working for anybody, I'm telling you.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Please let me go.

You f*cking monster, I'll k*ll you.

Ow!

Ah, ah, ow!

(yelling)

No, you won't.

You Jews, you think you know how to k*ll because for eons you've been massacred.

But you don't see the cows running the slaughterhouses, do you?

(panting)

Come.

Moo for me, boy.

(panting)

Moo.

(lowing): Moo.

(Richter groans mockingly)

Now... are you going to tell me what I need to know, or should I aim for your eyes?

(knocking on door)

(Jonah whimpers) We're closed!

Help, help, help. Help!

Help! Help! Please, help! We're closed!

Help!

Help! Please!

(knocking continues)

(muffled): Help! Help!

(panting)

(muffled sobbing) (knocking continues)

RICHTER: I'm coming!

(knocking continues) I'm coming.

(door creaks open) We had to close early today.

WOMAN: I just need to get a gift for my daughter. (grunts)

Get your little one something special tomorrow.

(lock clacks)

♪ ♪

(cries out)

(Richter yelling) (whimpering)

(doorknob rattling)

Help! Help! Help!

Somebody open... (Richter yelling)

Help! Help!

(both grunting)

(Jonah panting)

(gasping)

(Jonah panting)

(straining)

(grunting)

(cries out)

You mistook us for pawns.

When all this time, we've been kings.

This is for Markus.

And for Chava.

For Ruth.

What the f*ck? What the f*ck? What the f*ck?

Well, Scooby-Dooby, this is one monster that need not be unmasked.

(panting)

Ah, f*ck.

Jesus, f*ck.

Here. Jonah, Jonah, it's all right.

It's all right.

Jonah. Ah. Ow.

Calm, calm. It's all right.

I see it. I see it.

Here it is, it's in this place. Who are you?

Who the f*ck are you? CIA? Just press.

Huh? Mossad? Press.

Oh, kindelah, no.

I work only for myself.

Though I suppose I represent six million clients.

(panting): Why was he saying she was after him?

Because she was.

We both were.

(papers shuffling)

You know that photograph you stole from me?

Your grandmother took it the day before she d*ed.

She would never let us pursue anyone without her verification.

Pursue?

Pursue who?

Nazis, Jonah.

g*dd*mn gold-ribbon, grade "A" Nazis.

Nazis?

Yes.

The w*r's over.

Only the dead know the end of w*r.

I tried to keep you away from it.

Your grandmother wished to protect you from it.

From what?

The Hunt, Jonah.

The Hunt. Come.

Let's go.

What the f*ck is The Hunt?

♪ ♪

(door creaks)

(music box playing)

(chair creaking)

(exhales)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

NEWSMAN (over TV): In other news out of the nation's capital, Congressman d*ck Marshall has changed his stance and will now vote to repeal sanctions on South American nations, allowing the bill to pass in the House as it heads to the Senate floor.

Keep it right here on this news station for all the late-breaking details.

I'm Logan Crawford, reporting.

When you don't separate the whites from the colors...

...the colors always bleed.

♪ ♪

(telephone ringing)

(telephone continues ringing)

BIFF (over phone): You did good.

The Colonel wishes to meet you.

Me?

MEYER: A year ago, your safta came to me in a panic.

We hadn't seen one another in 30 years.

So, one morning, at the market, she told me she noticed a man picking cantaloupes.

She recognized him as a n*zi doctor from Auschwitz.

A man who would rip out every tooth from a child's mouth just for sport.

And there he stood, a free man in America.

He had been a pediatrician on Long Island for d-decades.

Ruth discovered his sister, a n*zi chemist... she also escaped here.

We believed that these two vile creatures were in our midst, so we thought there could be others here.

Did you tell the authorities? Well, we tried, but...

We went through all the proper channels, so... law enforcement, the courts, INS.

But whether out of incompetence, ignorance, or animus, we were laughed at.

They didn't believe us.

So I took the matter to the senators I knew, the congressmen who I got elected, but they ignored me.

No one cares to stake their reputation on investigating some Jew K*llers.

So, with nowhere else to turn, we made a vow.

We would find these criminals ourselves...

...and bring God's justice to their doorstep.

You mean m*rder them.

m*rder?

No. No, Jonah.

This is not m*rder.

Before Jews even existed, hatred and slaughter waited for us.

For thousands of years, from Masada to Munich, we have been massacred.

Pharaohs and popes and princes and popular votes calling for our blood.

Now?

We survive the w*r, we survive the greatest mass eradication in modern history, and we arrive home to find that the people who did this to us, they're our neighbors.

So tell me, what should we do?

Shake hands?

Turn a blind eye?

Forget? No, no.

The greatest single gift of the Jewish people is our capacity... our capacity to remember.

And it's because of our memory that we know this is survival.

This is not m*rder.

This is mitzvah.

The man from the market... became our first.

Heinz is number seven.

We number our kills.

Eye for eye.

Jonah, this is not because we want for this.

Because we have no choice.

We must instill fear... send a message.

Let them know... not again.

No more.

No more, Jonah.

Nip it in the bud.

Who is that? The Wolf?

The n*zi doctor from Auschwitz.

The monster of my story.

Still haunts me to this day.

The Talmud is wrong.

Living well is not the best revenge.

You know what the best revenge is?

Revenge.

I want in. I want in.

Your grandmother protected you from all this.

She risked her life so you could live out yours.

She's dead because of me.

I will regret that for the rest of my life.

I have to do this.

I can't allow it.

No, it's my right.

It's my choice.

I found him.

I did.

You found what I could not.

You found what I could not.

Your grandmother said, "A brilliant mind... from God, a gift."

But you followed in her footsteps today.

You held her dagger.

You did her work.

Your grandmother wished to protect you from The Hunt, but it appears we cannot protect The Hunt from you.

Ah, f... I miss her.

(sighs)

I miss her so much. It's okay.

I miss her, too.

(indistinct voices)

What is that? What is that?

Oh... you didn't think Ruth and I could do this alone, did you?

You all remember Jonah.

Well, now, fill our glasses.

JONAH: So we bring protection.

CHEEKS: The hell is that, some Jew sword?

MEYER: We have a fresh k*ll to toast.

Then you should have hired a f*cking babysitter.

I'm not working late again for this sh*t.

♪ ♪

That's f*cking Lonny Flash.

JONAH: Shut your gefilte-fish-stinking fat f*cking mouth.

(door opens, slams shut)

With Ruth gone, someone had to look after you.

To Ruth.

ALL: To Ruth.

MEYER: We have trials ahead, a growing list of vermin.

So... let us get to cooking these n*zi c**ts.

(exhales)

♪ ♪

(insects trilling)

Herr Colonel?

Frau Colonel.

You expected a man, didn't you?

Well, jeepers creepers, I'm a dame.

We've had many good soldiers through the years...

...but we've been following you since Skokie, child.

And you are on track for true Bedeutung.

The congressman passed the bill.

The solution will be on its way from South America shortly.

Wonderful, Colonel.

I believe you're ready for much more, son.

I have another task for you.

Two of our people have been m*rder*d... under mysterious circumstances in just the past month alone.

Whoever is behind this needs to be found and dealt with.

I need you to unravel that little mystery.

Of course, ma'am.

We are on the eve of the Final w*r.

(chuckles)

And all of America, all of the world, shall be brought to their knees.

It begins now.

What begins now?

The Fourth Reich.

(laughs)

(laughs) Heil h*tler.

Sieg heil. Sieg heil.

Heil h*tler.

Sieg heil.

Sieg heil.

(woman eerily vocalizing)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪