Angel (1999–2004): Season 5, Episode 13 - Why We Fight - full transcript

MAN: Come on!
Let's move! Let's go!

I repeat: We need immediate assistance.

FRANKLIN:
Now! Come on, let's go.

CAPTAIN: Get those men forward!
- Clear the compartment.

Lock it down up there!
Close the hatch! Get the men...

CAPTAIN: Ah!
LAWSON: Captain?

Somebody, help me! Get in here!

Oh, God.

Help me!

[GROWLING]

Captain!



GUNN: Tactical swept her hangouts and
our locators ran through their voodoo.

Each came back with the same result.
Eve has vanished.

Well, I can't say I'm particularly
depressed by that news.

She did leave swearing vengeance.
That doesn't usually go well for us.

The senior partners
don't take betrayal lightly.

I figure they got her after nabbing
the scheming prince.

- Speaking of which...
- No news.

But going by company precedent, Lindsey
should now be boiling in his own filth.

Let's find out for sure.

The white room is empty.
Our liaison has vanished.

It's hard getting information anymore.
We may be able to establish...

...a new liaison
through a protocol...

Sorry. Must be tired.
We've got options. I'll get on it.

It can wait till morning.
Eve's vanished. Let's end on a high note.



Whoa. Calling the patient
before midnight on a Friday?

Careful, gang. We might get
to have social lives.

Speak for yourself. I got five
or six hours of spell-detailing to do.

GUNN: I got briefings to go through.
- I have to redo the Trask experiment.

- Knox really dropped the ball on that.
- Yes, he is unreliable. Good point.

So much for social lives.

Well, should we meet back here
in a few hours...

...and talk about
some work some more?

Sounds lovely.

FRED: What did we do with our lives
before we got these jobs?

WESLEY:
I seem to recall lots and lots of Jenga.

If we're working, there's a client party
down at Skybar with my name all over it.

- And that counts as work?
- You been to Skybar lately?

It's all frat boys
and television executives.

If you're detailing spells,
let's review the portal incantations...

...from last Monday's Mithroc retreat.
- God, Gunn. Don't even start.

We got enough work for one night.
Let's not worry about yesterday.

Why We Fight

Excuse me?

- Hello?
- Oh. Hi.

Sorry. I was just trying to understand
some of your equations here.

I used to have a head for numbers.

Funny how you lose part of your mind
when you stop using it.

Is there something I can help you with?

Don't be alarmed, Miss Burkle.
I just came to talk.

How do you know my name?

- Do you like working here?
- What?

You know. Do you enjoy what you do?

Do you find yourself waking up
in the morning eager to start your day?

I don't know. I mean,
I guess I had my doubts at first...

...but lately, I've been feeling like...
- Please don't try and run, Miss Burkle.

I'd have to stop you.

- What do you want?
- Actually, I came to see your boss.

Angel and I are old acquaintances.

I was friends with him back in the day.

Back when he was
in his patriotic phase.

[GRAMOPHONE PLAYING]

MAN:
All right, calm down! Calm down!

Now, when I say calm down,
I'm talking to you, of course.

These guys I want wound good and tight
in case you don't feel like listening.

Sit down, son. We need to talk.

[MUSIC STOPS]

You ever considered
joining the war effort?

- No.
- Well, it's a shame.

Times like these, we can use
all the able-bodied men we can get.

I'm not a man.

I guess you already knew that.

PETRIE: Everybody's gotta do his part,
that's all I'm saying.

Doenitz has been kicking the holy hell
out of us in the Atlantic.

Allies are losing up to 100 ships
a month to his U-boats.

Their submarines are faster, stronger and
more powerful than anything we've got.

Say what you will about the Krauts, them
sons of bitches know how to build a boat.

Till now, we haven't had much luck
figuring out what makes them tick.

Two days ago,
our boys managed to capture...

...what appears to be a T-class
German prototype submarine.

That's...

...great news.
- Yes, it is.

Unfortunately, when they were bringing
it back, something went wrong.

Late last night, we received
fragments of a distress call.

Something was on that ship.

You ever heard dying men
screaming for their lives, Angel?

Of course he has.

PETRIE:
That sub's stuck in hostile territory...

...and we need it
if we're gonna win this war.

It's down too deep to send divers.
Pressure, cold, it'd kill a man.

COBB:
But...

...those aren't problems for you...

...are they?

You've been on our radar
for some time now, Angelus.

- Name's Angel.
- Oh, right.

You have a soul now.

I represent a relatively new agency,
Demon Research Initiative...

...and we think that you might be
the solution to our little problem.

I'm not interested.

[COUGHS]

We don't particularly care.

We figure we strap enough weight to you,
you will sink, regardless of your interest.

We need that sub,
and we need you to deal with...

...what's on it.

We had our intelligence investigate
the submarine's cargo manifest.

We think we know
what attacked our boys.

LAWSON:
How you holding up, Hodge?

Tiptop, sir.

We gotta keep it steady, sailor.

If we're gonna get out of this,
we need you sharp.

We gotta figure our next move.

We've got no means
of controlling the ship from here.

These bulkheads hold,
we got maybe two days of air left.

That's assuming that they don't figure
out how to get through that hatch.

What the hell
were those things, Lawson?

I bet you our friend Fritz here knows.
Huh? Huh?

What the hell were you
sick bastards carrying?

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

Shut up, Spinelli!

[MAN SCREAMING]

MAN:
Help!

- That's Lewis.
- Shh.

TYLER: Christ, he's still alive.
LEWIS: Help me! Help!

- What do you think you're doing?
- Get out of my way.

They're dead. Nothing we can do
to help them now.

Stay here. I'll go alone.

Guys!

You open that hatch, we all die.

You get that gun out of my face
right now.

Right now.

[BANGING]

- What was that?
- Movement on the hull.

Torpedo room.

Bring the German.

[BANGING AND SCRAPING]

It's in the tubes.

What the hell is it?

Could be another one of them.

I say we flush the tubes...
- Shh!

That's SOS.

Open tube number one.

[FRED WHIMPERS]

Tell me how a man gets
400 feet down without a dive suit.

Which one of you is Captain Franklin?

- The captain's dead.
- Who's in charge?

- Suppose that'd be me.
- Under Naval Op 407...

...I'm supposed to issue you
order Charlie Baker Oboe Victor.

- Verification?
- Nautilus.

Yes, sir.

ANGEL:
All right.

Somebody wanna get
these things off me?

HODGE: I'm telling you,
he's a kind of supersoldier...

...like Steve Rogers or Captain America.

Steve Rogers is Captain America,
you eight ball.

- What?
LAWSON: We're all that's left.

An ensign, a helmsman,
a handful of petty officers.

Afraid we're not much.
Not against them.

- What's your name, ensign?
- Lawson, sir. Sam Lawson.

Okay, Lawson.
Keep everyone in this room.

- Lock it up tight.
- Yes, sir.

Sir, I've seen what those things
can do to a man.

I wouldn't go in there unarmed,
not by yourself.

Keep it. You may need it.

It's okay, Lawson.
I know what I'm up against.

Don't open up this door
for anything but me.

LAWSON:
Yes, sir.

Angelus.

They'll let anyone in here.

Of all the bloody faces
I expected to see down here.

- You're a Nazi?
- What?

Oh, no. I just ate one.

So they got you too?

Nabbed me in Madrid.
Sneaky bastards, the SS.

Don't ever go to a Free Virgin Blood
party. Turns out it's probably a trap.

- Captured at a Free Virgin Blood party?
- I know. Who would've thought?

One minute, I'm asking
why all the virgins look like Goebbels...

...next minute, I'm stuck
in a box in this cursed ship.

Feel better knowing they got you too.
Though I can't say I'm surprised.

From our company, looks like they were
rounding up the baddest of the bad.

- You'll have to introduce me.
- Of course.

I gotta warn you, they're a bit stiff.

Angelus, this is Nostroyev
and the Prince of Lies.

Nostroyev, Prince of Lies,
this is Angelus.

The Angelus.

Angelus. Used to be quite a terror
back in the day.

Haven't heard much lately, though.

- Haven't heard much of you, ever.
- Nostroyev, scourge of Siberia.

Butcher of Alexander Palace.

- Sorry.
- I was Rasputin's lover!

Look, I broke these two out
just after I got free.

Didn't know you were back there.
Would've come for you as well.

Suppose we had our hands full
with the sailors, didn't we?

[LAUGHING]

- Anybody still alive back here?
- We just finished the last.

- Save us anything back there?
- Couple men left in the torpedo room.

- What are we waiting for?
ANGEL: No.

- What?
- We're not killing any more humans.

- Well, not right now.
- Why not?

In case you haven't noticed, Spike,
we're at the bottom of the ocean.

Yeah? So?

We're underwater?

So unless you know how
to operate one of these things...

...we're gonna need their help.
- Oh, come on. How hard can it be?

Forward, back, up, down.

[ALARM BLARING]

NOSTRO YEV:
Tell you what...

...we'll leave one alive
to work the boat...

...and eat the rest.

ANGEL:
No.

Probably should warn you,
he likes to pretend he's the boss.

You may have made a name for yourself
muscling around weaker vampires...

- Hang on.
- But I'm Nostroyev.

I will tear you open and play
"Coachman, Spare Your Horses"...

...on the lute of your entrails.

Get out of my way.

[SCREAMING]

We don't kill the humans
till we reach land.

Is that clear?

Heil Hitler.

LAWSON:
Hiya, chief.

Oh, come on. Don't tell me
you don't recognize me.

Spend time in a tube, should know
your crew like the back of your hand.

- Lawson.
- You see there?

I'm touched.

Aren't you gonna ask me
how I got in here?

No. You'd be amazed at how many
people break into this building regularly.

But I had a bit planned.

About how good I was with technology,
and you, of all people, should know.

Yeah, sorry. And this place
might as well be a bus station.

Seems like you're doing
pretty well for yourself.

It's a far cry from all those years
you spent in the gutters, eating rats.

You've been following my life.

I'm touched.

I just check in every decade or so.

Imagine my surprise to find out...

...that Mr. Vermin-Eater himself
was suddenly fighting evil...

...and running Wolfram & Hart.

Mind explaining that one? Those two
don't exactly go hand in hand.

It's complicated.

I find that's true
about most things these days.

I don't mean to sound
like an old man...

...but we used to live
in simpler times, didn't we?

Never thought I'd miss
being on that sub.

Things made a kind of sense.

Keep your head down.

Watch each other's backs.

ANGEL:
Stay alert. Follow our lead.

We'll get out of this. All right?

ANGEL:
Lawson. Spike, the Prince of Lies.

Put them to work if you need them.

Spinelli, take Heinreich to the galley, do a
full systems check. You got five minutes.

Start with the batteries.
I want juice as soon as possible.

O'Shea, you're at the helm.

Tyler, you're gonna have to handle
bow and stern for now.

If we surface, we can't outmaneuver
the Jerries on batteries alone.

I'll work on the engines.
I just wanna get moving.

- Where does the captain sit?
- Right there.

Oh. Right.

Now, who brings the captain his drink?

Hodge, you're on communications.

Hodge!

What should I do?

ANGEL:
Sit down over here, Prince of Lies.

This bathysphere is perplexing.

Let's get these bodies out of here.

[LAWSON GRUNTS]

May I speak freely, sir?

I recognize there's a lot going on here
that I don't understand...

...but those monsters butchered my
crew, and apparently they're in the SS.

Spike's not in the SS,
he just likes wearing the jacket.

That doesn't help me understand
why we're working with them...

...or keeping them alive.
- I got them under control.

That's not the point.

- He killed my captain, sir.
- We may be able to use them.

- We don't have much crew.
- We won't need them.

- They're extra hands...
- They're monsters, and I don't know...

You don't need to know why.
We gotta bring this sub in.

Those are our orders.

Isn't that the point? Following orders?

There's a difference
between orders and purpose, sir.

I didn't sign on
because I needed directions.

Growing up,
I made fun of the military boys.

I always figured they wouldn't tie their
shoes if they didn't get the go-ahead.

Then I saw pictures
of what the Krauts were doing.

Evil's spreading, sir,
and it's not just over there.

It was on my ship.
It killed my crew, and we gotta stop it.

I've been scared out of my mind
since I signed on for this...

...but I can keep it together, even handle
dying if I know it's for a greater purpose.

We got a job to do.
That job is gonna help us win the war.

I don't need you
to understand every detail.

Just know we're fighting
on the same side.

I need you to trust that I'm gonna
get us all through this...

...safe and sound.

Safe and sound.

Guess now's not the time
to argue semantics, is it?

Did you care about any of it?

The ship?

The mission?

The men?

- Or were you just in it to save your ass?
- What do you want?

Same thing I've always wanted.

To understand.

Understand what, exactly?

Why we do what we do.
How you manage to always...

You sure you want to do that, chief?

Fairly certain I said I'd kill you
if I saw you again.

I never doubted you...

...but you gotta ask yourself,
would I come in here unarmed...

...knowing that,
without an ace in the hole?

Wouldn't make much sense, would it?

What did you do?

Now, I don't need you
to understand every detail...

...but I do need you to trust...

...that I'm gonna get us all through this,
safe and sound.

Easy, now.

That's double-ought wire
wrapped round their necks.

Take a fella's head clean off
with just a little tug.

Best not go roughhousing.
Something might get knocked over.

Whatever you want from me,
this isn't the way to get it.

Already getting it.
The worry in your eyes.

Fear of what might happen next,
which is right on the mark...

...because I got a funny feeling...

...there's gonna be
some blood spilled tonight.

For old times' sake.

LAWSON: Is that any better?
- A little bit. Stern plates are still dragging.

Well, let's hope
we don't have to control down.

- Need help with the bow plane?
- Chris has got it.

Well, keep an eye on him,
all right? Just in case.

Any signs of life?

Nothing, huh?

I suppose the quieter the better.

Come on. When am I gonna
get a turn?

In about never.

I'm playing nice with the anchovies,
like you asked.

- At least let me have a go at the wheel.
- Pipe down. I'm trying to work.

"Pipe down." That official sailor talk,
is it? Well, ahoy, matey.

- You can just swab my deck.
- Spike.

- Captain.
- What?

I wanna be called "captain."

I mean, hell, I did eat him.

Check the torpedoes
before I stuff you in a tube...

...and send you for a swim, captain.

- We gonna have a situation, sir?
ANGEL: He'll do what I tell him.

Because you know each other.
From before this, right?

Something on your mind, son?

I just wanna make sure
this boat gets to where it's going.

That and my crew
are all that matters.

How're they holding up?

They knew capturing a Jerry sub
could be a one-way ticket...

...but they're good men. They'll keep it
together, and they'll follow orders.

- Or they'll have me to answer to.
- Good.

Everybody keeps their cool,
we might just make it out of this.

[MAN SCREAMING]

ANGEL: Damn it.

What the hell are you doing?

You think I don't know?

I am as ancient as the darkness itself.

Yeah, you're real old. We know.
Just calm down.

They dare conceive
such violations upon my temple.

The Prince of Lies is not a slab of meat
to be set upon by insignificant maggots!

Put a sock in it.

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

I will suck the brain from your skull...

...and digest your thoughts
like a sour pudding.

[SCREAMING]

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

ANGEL: You all right?
- Nothing a shore leave won't fix.

He exploded. He stabbed him,
he just exploded.

Back to your stations. Now.

How does a guy just explode like that?

- Man asked a good question.
- You really need an answer?

- Might help if I heard it for sure.
- Vampire.

Yeah, I take it back.
Doesn't help.

What do you think set him off?

SPIKE: Guessing these had
something to do with it.

Anybody read Nazi?

Right. Let's have it.

Don't have time for this, Spike.

Better hurry it up, then.

Before I get peckish.

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

- How's that again, mate?
- He says you're an idiot.

You speak German.

- Enough to get by.
- Well, gravy. I'll menace, you talk.

[SNARLS]

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

LAWSON: Says it's research.
- What kind?

What about vampires?

I don't know. It's technical.

Something about stimulation and control.

They've been experimenting on them.

Cutting into their brains.

That what got the Prince's coronet
in a twist, isn't it?

Found out you were gonna pop
our tops, melon-ball us.

They tried to create an army
out of things like you.

Yeah, explains why they nicked us.
Cream of the crop.

Wanna build an army of vampire slaves,
you start at the top, with the generals.

It's not enough what you already
do in the world, is it?

Only you and your Fuhrer
could come up with something this sick.

[CHUCKLING]

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

I the only one don't speak Kraut?

- You knew this?
- He did?

- It's part of the mission.
- What mission?

I get it. You're playing both sides
against each other.

- Spike.
- No, I respect that.

But if the Yanks are after this too,
I'm eating them.

- You're not.
- Try to stop me.

Spike, we need them, okay? I'm not
getting trapped at the bottom of the sea.

And I'm not getting experimented on
by his government.

We wouldn't do that. You don't
win a war by doing whatever it takes.

- You win by doing what's right.
- Yeah? Let me know how that works out.

None of this matters. Your people will
get this ship and the men aboard...

...that are still alive. That's all.

Spike, torch it.

Damn skippy.

[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]

[LAUGHING]

[SPIKE SINGING "GOD SAVE THE KING"]

LAWSON
What was that?

SPIKE:
Bloody hell!

Bloody hell!

LAWSON:
Depth charges.

- Talk to me, Hodge.
- Contact maneuvering.

- Multiple cavitations.
- How many?

- Hodge?
HODGE: At least three...

...four destroyers.
SPINELLl: Four?

- We couldn't take on one like this.
- Splashes.

LAWSON: Sixty meters, dive!
TYLER: Sixty meters! Aye, sir!

- Spinelli, bow plane.
SPINELLl: Bow plane.

LAWSON: Six-degree down bubble.
- Six-degrees, mark.

- What can I do?
- Hang on.

[GROANING]

Krauts are shooting blanks.

LAWSON:
Hang on, men!

LAWSON: Report!
- Propulsion motor's down!

- We're dead in the water!
- Go! Get it back up.

- I'm not sure if I can.
- Get sure fast!

SPINELLl:
We're taking on water!

Somebody secure
the other compartment, now!

- We're on it.
- What "we"? What do you mean "we"?

It's no good!
The damn thing's stripped.

Never liked the ocean.

[GRUNTING]

Hey, where's Fritz?

Come on, Sally. Give it up.

Screwdriver.

Where the hell's the screwdriver?

[GROANING]

LAWSON: Funny what goes through
a man's mind when his life's on the line.

Boys talked about that a lot
back on the boat.

Always figured it'd be
the special moments you freeze in time.

Your mom singing you
to sleep at night.

Sneaking into the movies
with your best friend.

Way your girl's hair shimmers in the sun.

But the truth is, the only thing
that really goes through your head is:

"Wow. This really sucks."

And then you're gone.

ANGEL: Lawson.
LAWSON: I'm all right.

ANGEL: Easy, easy.
- I'm all right.

Try not to move.

We're dead without propulsion.

ANGEL:
Tell me what to do.

I'm the only one.

I'm the only one.

[COUGHING]

I'm not gonna let any more die.

I can fix it.

I can fix it.

No, you can't.

Air's about gone.

Your new boy better get the engines
running before the fish start flopping.

He'll get it done.

Hope it's in time.

The one at the end
looks like he's done for.

Be a blessing to put him
out of his misery.

[WHIRRING]

Get them on their feet.
We need to surface.

Your lucky day, isn't it?

You did it.

Told you I could.

Good work.

Thanks, chief.

You too.

- We're surfacing.
- Yeah.

Is that a sharp maneuver
with Jerry still trolling for us?

We're out of air.

Crew's not gonna make it
if we don't vent.

They swore to give their lives
for their country, just like me.

Besides, I'm hungry.

- They're still your men.
- But they're not the mission.

Are they?

You're new at this. I'm not.

Let's take a walk.

They look smaller.

Eight hours to sunrise.
Twenty miles from land.

I just might make it.

Hey, I'm sorry for what happened...

...but if I ever see you again...

...I'm gonna have to kill you.

LAWSON:
Aye, aye, chief.

Take good care of her.

She's a good boat.

Bloody brilliant.

Turn the poor sod to save the ship...

...then make him dash for dry land before
Mr. Sunshine scorches him a new one.

You're still a dick.

Yeah.

I am.

Bollocks.

Did they at least torture you?
Please tell me they did.

Never gave them a chance.

Jumped ship off the coast of Maine.

Went underground
till the war was over.

- Like any other coward.
- Wars are won and lost by men.

You mean, like me?

No, wait.
That doesn't apply anymore.

- I never wanted to do this to you.
- Put your hankie away.

I know how vital the technology from
the sub was to helping stop the Germans.

Sounded like a fair shake.

One person damned to make the world
safe for future generations.

Except these guys.

Killing them's
not gonna change the past.

But it'll hurt you.
Maybe that's enough.

Never is.

Then maybe I found my mission again
after all these years.

Being an evil son of a bitch
not keeping you busy?

We all need a reason to live,
even if we're already dead.

Mom. Apple pie.
The Stars and Stripes.

That was good enough for me
until I met you.

Then I had this whole
creature-of-the-night thing going.

The joy of destruction and death,
and I embraced it.

I did all the terrible things
a monster does.

Murdered women and children...

...tortured fathers and husbands
just to hear them scream...

...and through it all, I felt nothing.

Sixty years of blood
drying in my throat like ashes.

So, what do you think?

Is it me, chief, or does everyone
you sired feel this way?

You're the only one
I ever did this to...

...after I got a soul.

Do I have one too?

I don't think it works that way, son.

Didn't think so.

You gave me just enough, didn't you?

Enough of your soul to keep me trapped
between who I was and who I should be.

I'm nothing because of you.

You really want it to end like this?

Sounds like a plan.

Come on, chief. Give me a mission.

Really ought to do something
about security.

They'll let anybody in here,
won't they?

Fred gave me the Cliffs Notes.

So sailor boy finally came back
for a yo-ho-ho, did he?

Finally came back.

Took him long enough.

I know revenge is best served cold and
all, but his must've been frozen solid.

I don't think that's what he was after.

No?

Then what was he looking for?

A reason.

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