Sanctuary (2008–2011): Season 3, Episode 17 - Normandy - full transcript

Previously on Sanctuary..

We were a part of something,

something we called "The Five,"

a small group dedicated

to expanding our knowledge
of the physical world.

Helen was able to procure
a very rare sample

of ancient
untainted vampire blood.

After each of us was injected,

we received unique gifts
as a result.

Griffin's molecules
became photosensitive.

Watson's mind
grew to new heights,



and Tesla's reaction
was the most dramatic.

But Helen's gift was
the most simple.

And elegant.

I'm 159 years old.
You have known me for three.

It's an autotype,
one of only five

that were built
during the Second World War.

Without it, the war could
have ended very differently.

- Heil Hitler!
- Heil Hitler!

'Fraid I can't do that,
old chap.

Excuse me, mate.

A bit more violent
than I expected.

Uh, bad luck.

Could've used a warning
before you fired that cannon.

- Sorry, Nigel.
- Things were heating up.



You all right?

Fine.

Bloody freezing country,
though, isn't it?

Welcome to France.

Ludicrous,

traipsing
around Nazi France alone.

Should've brought some
bloody SAS lads for safety.

More men means
attracting more attention.

Unlike blowing up a
checkpoint with a tank.

Well, if your German
sounded more Bavarian...

Pish-posh.

Shh.

Thunder?

Flash.

I am Jeanette Anaïse,

leader of the Resistance
for this sector.

Helen Magnus.

James Watson, Nigel Griffin.

Enchante.

Time is of
the essence, I'm afraid.

We've only a few hours
to achieve our objective.

You got
our coded messages.

I take it sabotage
is already underway.

La Resistance has begun

cutting power
and destroying rail lines,

but what we do not know

is when this invasion
will come.

That depends on us, actually.

General Eisenhower's
awaiting our signal.

According to intelligence,

there's an installation
near Varreville,

a key
to Hitler's Atlantic Wall.

How so?

It apparently
houses a new technology

developed by the Nazis,

one they intend to deploy
against any approaching armada.

Have you noticed

any odd weather patterns
locally?

As you can see,

the trees have begun
to turn months early,

there are failed crops
on every farm,

and it rains for hours
every day.

What have they created?

She might as well
know the truth.

We believe
the SS possess a device

that can change the weather.

They could create
massive storms

that could scuttle

any landing attempts
on the beaches.

From one device?

Likely powered

by a hive
of Thermal Sand rays

to provide the energy
to power it.

Pardon?

Subterranean
desert creatures.

They live off geothermal.

You should know...
we deal with monsters.

I deal with Nazis.

I'd say we're even.

Ha! I like this girl.

We need to get to Varreville,

find the device, and disable it.

Otherwise,
the invasion will fail.

Varreville is close.

I can take you there.

It's a little more
complicated than that.

We also need to find

the latest schematics
for this machine.

The word is the SS

are keeping the
plans for the device

in a town called Carentan.

Is that a problem?

The Gestapo have built
an underground bunker

beneath this town.

Many of my men have been taken
there for interrogation.

None have come out.

Carentan is a very bad place.

If that's more chamomile tea,

you can pour it
down the toilet.

The kitchen says
we're out of black tea.

Why?

Because China
was invaded by Japan.

Excuses.

Still no word from Dr. Magnus?

Ugh.

Worse than your coffee.

You think
they've been captured?

More that Helen
wasn't listening

when I explained
how my autotype works.

I'm sure they're fine.

I should have gone with them.

As you know,
General Eisenhower's orders

are to shoot you

if you try and get on a plane.

Not that it would really
stop you,

you being a vampire and all.

Bad coffee, English food,

and worse, stuck here

with the Kansas State
Glee club.

Come on, sir.

Working for Allied Command
isn't so bad, is it?

I work alone.

But you cracked
the Enigma code.

it changed the tide
of the entire war.

It did, didn't it?

I'm just saying,

you're doing
great things here, sir.

The Japanese
invasion of China...

What was the
inciting incident?

The Marco Polo
Bridge Incident

of '37, wasn't it, sir?

According to
the War Department, yes.

Or I could tell you
the truth...

The Wehrmacht 352nd
Infantry control the town.

About a hundred men,

likely all to protect
SS operations

in the bunker below ground.

There's only
the one entrance?

Two.

One is from the Mayor's office,

the other is just below
Cafe Normandie.

Well, I'd vote for the cafe

rather than the Mayor's office.

Exactement.

We should be able to enter
completely undetected.

Halt!

Run!

Bloody hell.

They knew we were coming!

That's impossible.

My people would
not ever betray us.

Well, someone did!

Get in! Get in!

Well done, Nigel!

Grenade!

James!

Go! Go! Go!

No, dammit!

Go! I'll hold them off.

Guten Tag, Herr Watson.

I am Colonel Franz Korba.

The Further's is going to be
so happy to finally meet you.

However, before that
wondrous event,

we need some information
about the upcoming invasion.

You should have stayed in
England with Professor Tesla.

Dammit, they must've taken him
to the bunker already.

We must leave here right now.

Wait.

Dear God.

Ah. Our guest has arrived.

Oh, I'm sure
I'll be very impressed.

I'm certain of it.

Heil Hitler.

James.

You're looking well.

Ah...

I see you've finally found
a country to call home.

National Socialism suits you.

It's the attire.
Couldn't resist.

Oh, Johnny,
you really are playing

a delicious game with them,
aren't you?

Did you never think it was odd

that a man born
in the age of Victoria

could have remained
so... spry?

Oh, he does the most
unspeakable things to his blood.

That is, of course,

when he is not
stealing it from others

in the dark of the night.

And what of you, James?

Shall we share your secret
of eternal middle age?

Spymaster...

Detective...

Inventor...

Genius.

You see, the problem is,

a man who's lived
as long as Dr. James Watson

never fears death.

John... don't.

The invasion landing site.

How many ships?

How many men?

You know what it is
we want to hear.

Herr Druitt.

Wait.

Hmm? Ah, yes.

I know you're
not afraid to die, James.

But I plan on making
you afraid to live.

These communiques
will not be intercepted?

Not from this.

It uses a magnetic
subfrequency

to speak to its counterpart.

Unless someone has one of these,
our messages are secure.

Cover it!

Never enough bloody time.

Incoming message.

Tell me good news.

I need to talk to Eisenhower.
Right now.

Stay with me, James.

The night is still young.

He is not giving us
much concrete information.

Patience. Hmm?

Now, a man in your condition

would certainly never be
sent here alone.

I know she's close by.

The question is, why?

What would cause the Allies

to send Helen Magnus
and James Watson

together to France now?

Resistance. Coordination.

- Lying, James?
- Not a wise choice.

Weather machine!

We came... to stop it!

The invasion?

We will know
everything soon enough.

Colonel Korba,
why don't you go

and arrange for
Dr. Watson's transfer

to Berlin.

It was not a question, Colonel.

This is useless.

We're too easy a target
all together.

We need to split up,
weaken the scent.

You two stay together.

I'll lead them off while you
drum up reinforcements.

Nigel...

He's the genius mind.

You need him
more than you need me,

and you know it.

Just get him outta there

before they make him
Hitler's houseboy.

You are a very brave man,
Monsieur.

She likes me.

Where the hell have you been?

It was difficult
to get a moment with him.

He was in with Churchill
and DeGaulle...

What did he say?

Did you show him
the message?

General Eisenhower
appreciates your concern.

Oh, that stubborn bastard.

... Feels they
cannot delay the invasion

because of
one fragmented message.

This fragment represents
the gravest possible threat

to retaking Europe.

Jack The Ripper
in Nazi-held France?

Do I have to paint
him a picture?

Or should we just wait

until Druitt teleports a bomb
into Churchill's office?

Or the White House?

I mean, they know this!

It could mean
that Druitt is dead.

Or on our side.

Then get me a plane.

Put me on a plane
and drop me in there

with Helen and the others.

Sir, that's not going to happen.

Excuse me.

Where are you going?

I'm going to talk
to Ike myself.

Damn the protocols.

Sir, you're too late.

Those damn fools.

Why don't we just
attack this weather device

and destroy it?

We can't.

If we simply blow it up,

the creatures they're
using to power it

could do massive damage.

You're certain?

Of course.

Unfortunately,
it was James who designed it.

The schematics were stolen
eight months ago.

We've been trying
to recover them since.

Can he stop the weapon?

That's why he's here.

Unless they've made
modifications.

Helen...

Do you hear that?

The invasion...

It's begun.

Whatever it is
you're playing at,

I don't want to hear it.

Get us out of here now.

Do you want to destroy
the weather device?

You need to listen.

Working for the Nazis
is depraved,

even by your standards.

It is true,
I have no love for England,

but I know evil when I see it.

In its purest form.

I am working alone.
In my own way.

Then why not kill Hitler?

You could do that
in a heartbeat.

- And I did.
- Nine months ago.

At a lovely performance of
Wagner's Tristan und Isolde.

His private viewing box.

I slid a blade
right through his tunic...

felt his heart stop.

Does it look like it's made
the slightest difference?

They're using body doubles.

This Reich needs to be
taken apart piece by piece.

One sordid element at a time.

You leaked information

about the weather
machine. Why?

I needed you all here.

The Fuhrer spent millions
trying to find abnormals

to strengthen his army.

Your machine...

it's only a small piece
of the plan.

Something much larger
is at play.

Oh, hey!

Hey, you all right, pally?

It's all right.
We're not gonna hurt ya.

Uh, parlez anglais?

Of course I do.
I'm English.

Who the hell are you blokes?

Americans.

Hey, Cap, got a naked limey
over here.

Well, don't that beat all?

Get the man a coat
or something, Sergeant.

Yeah, you got it.

Looked like you needed
some help, friend.

Captain Jack Zimmerman,

Fox Company, 101st Airborne.

This country just got invaded.

Yankee paratroopers
already?

Well, we would have
dropped by last year,

but there was that whole
North Africa problem.

- Yeah, and Italy.
- That was fun.

So what's your story?

Aside from being, you know...
clothes-less.

I'm a British agent
on a mission.

There were three of us.
We got separated.

Our leader,

she's mustering
the local resistance.

The other is being held
in Carentan.

It's vital
that we get him out of there.

Carentan?

I don't think so, friend.

Kraut 352nd Infantry
owns that joint.

Place is a damn stronghold.

It'd be suicide.

Stow all your jump gear.

Weapons and ammo only.
We move out in five.

Are you not listening?

My orders

are to link up
with the rest of the 506th

and start clearing
causeway exits off Utah beach.

Which is that way.

Trust me.
This is more important.

Tell me where I'm going.

La.

Four doors up on your right
is Le Cafe Normandie.

The entrance to the bunker
is in the back.

Wait for my signal.

No more games.

Get. Us. Out.

Well, you'll only kill me
the moment we rematerialize.

That is a chance
that you'll have to take.

You're with her now.

Aren't you?

I know you, old friend.

Your passion...
your passion for her,

it just comes off you
like a bad smell.

You leaked intelligence

and had us ambushed
by the SS

just so that you could see her
one more time.

You are like a pathetic
schoolboy with a crush.

I leaked
no such information,

but it's very telling
that you think I would.

No, John.
Do not dig too deeply.

You don't know
how much you've hurt her.

Hurt her?

Or you?

Feel better?

Much.

Shall we?

God, yes.

Bonsoir.

I can vouch
for her identity.

Dr. Magnus.

Maybe it's something
about this place,

the mineral content
of the walls.

Perhaps it disrupts

your ability to
convert to pure energy.

Safe to say they know.

Helen.

Unbelievable.

Let me alleviate
some of your confusion.

This bunker is made
of lodestone,

which naturally emits
a low-frequency form

of electromagnetic radiation.

Ja, we have been
observing your abilities,

Herr Druitt,

and such power requires
a failsafe, no?

We have enjoyed your services,

however, all good things
must come to an end.

Tell that to Hitler.

Why don't you?

John!

You did High Command
a favor.

The Fuhrer's double
is easier to deal with.

The Reich is stronger for it.

Danke schoen.

And now the person

that I would most like
to talk with is...

you.

I appreciate
your orders, Captain,

but if we don't deal
with this secret weapon,

none of your countrymen
will make it ashore alive.

Sounds like some weapon.

How's it work?

It's a weather machine

to scuttle the armada.

What, like
a death ray or something?

Or you mean like
in the comic books?

Look, I don't know
how it works,

I wasn't paying attention,
but the threat is real,

and we were sent here
to stop it.

We have orders,

so unless you can call up Ike
and get them changed,

we're headed to the coast.

Let's move out.

I can make contact
with England.

Impossible.

I-Corps declared a radio silence
over the channel

before we left.

There's a way.

He's a
hunted criminal in Britain.

Why not become a Nazi agent?

The enemy of my enemy
is my friend.

No, no, no, I know John.

He has no love for any country.

Then why show up in France
all of a sudden?

Well, Johnny has
his own set of rules,

which he rarely deviates from.

You mean his love for killing
innocent people.

No, his love for Helen.

He'd never let her come to harm,
not intentionally.

But Dr. Magnus

has been behind
enemy lines a dozen times.

Why show up this time?

I don't know.
He's a psychotic killer.

But he's no Nazi.

"Druitt is a Nazi."

"...Has captured Watson.

Magnus missing in action.

Am with 101st airborne
under a Captain J. Zimmerman.

Have evaded detection so far.

Please advise. Griffin."

Take this to Eisenhower,

and if he says
that it's cryptic,

I'll knock his teeth in.

Now go.

Yes, sir.

It's the craziest
looking thing.

At least Allied Command

will know the situation.

If you say so.

Thank you, Captain,

for getting me this far.

Don't mention it.

So you're off, then?

Utah beach. You?

- Uh, Carentan.
- I have to try.

Yeah, well, try
and keep your clothes on.

Unlikely.

You really think Command'll
turn back the Armada?

Well,
if they're smart, they will.

The weapon's still active.

The landings will fail
unless we knock it out.

And only this Watson fella
knows how to do this.

'Fraid so.

Carentan, huh?

I can get help.

Damn shooting gallery.

Place is tighter'n
a Berlin rally, Captain.

Krauts for days.

There's no telling

how long they'll keep them
both alive down there.

With reinforcements,
there's got to be a way in.

No offense
to your people, ma'am,

but there's no way
we have enough men

to bust a guy out of
an underground bunker.

Not without a bloodbath.

We only need
to create a distraction.

Nigel will do the rest.

Naked fella here?
That I'd like to see.

Well, that's the tricky part,
isn't it?

What the hell, man?

Holy mother of God!

Well, I'll be.

Better than a comic book?

Yeah.

Why bother gathering
intelligence from us?

You have the ultimate weapon
at your disposal.

We don't wish
to destroy Europe,

we only wish to conquer it.

The invasion
is set for Norway.

We came here to deal with
your weather machine,

in case it threatened
future operations.

I think...
I think you are bluffing.

And bluffing
is an American concept.

I am disappointed to see you
engage in that.

You know, in Berlin,
in the Reich,

I am you, Helen.

May I call you Helen?

Absolutely not.

I command the SS Ahnenerbe.

No doubt you have heard of us.

Hitler's
abnormal hunting division.

Ja. Very much so.

We find and we capture...

beings with
powerful abnormalities

to serve the Fatherland.

That's an odd agenda

for the champions
of racial purity.

You know, let me be clear.

I am not going to be the one
who kills you.

That will probably be

some nameless interrogator
in Berlin.

I just wanted to meet you.

I am such a big fan
of yours, Helen.

And of yours, Dr. Watson.

Not only because of
your exploits in the war.

No. I admire...

your stamina.

You are both over 80 years old.

And I will not let
either one of you rest

until I know the reasons why.

Your retinas are burned.

There's only one creature
on Earth

that could cause
that exact injury.

Ja. Oh, and it was worth it.

You're not dealing
with sand rays.

You have
a Tunisian Fire Elemental.

That's the real weapon.

You needed the weather machine

to control it.

To keep it calm
until you unleash it.

That's right.

Ja. It was your invention

that provided the final
piece to the puzzle.

And with that,
now I can control

the most powerful creature
in history.

Not only
will your invasion fail...

You will lose the war.

First six on me.

Sergeant.

See those barrels, 12 o'clock?

It's a good firing position
to cover from the street.

Take Dunne with you,
and that slapjack.

And extra ammo.

I'm on it, Cap.

What makes you think
you can control it?

Well, you see,

there are ancient texts
of the Phoenicians

that describe this powerful
fiery beast

that killed thousands
of their enemies,

and then it went back
to its habitat, satiated.

Ancient texts?

You're basing this all
on legend?

We uncovered the creature.

Under Tunis, one year ago.

Perfectly preserved in a tomb.

You have no idea

what you're actually
dealing with.

A Fire Elemental
can't be contained

once it's been unleashed.

You can't simply call it
back with a dog whistle.

It will continue
to consume fuel and oxygen

for weeks, for months,
before it rests.

Your master-stroke
has doomed the Reich.

And probably the world.

What button was it
that Herr Druitt pushed?

The jig is up!

I hope your boyfriend's right
about this place!

Covering fire!

Move!

Helen?

No.

James!

James!

This is goin' really well.

Nigel? Nigel?

Here.

- Thank God!
- Nigel, help James!

Thank you.

Nigel, dear boy.

Darling, are you all right?

- Schematics.
- I need the schematics.

They should be here.

Professor?

...Or just plain old
garden-variety greed?

Huh?

How long?

I was recruited by the SS
when I was still at West Point.

My family supports the Reich.

It was my duty.

You were good,
but I was better.

How did you figure it out?

Simple logic, really.

You see, Ike would never
have launched Overlord

if he knew
that Druitt was in France.

But then it suddenly
dawned on me...

What if the good General
wasn't actually getting

any of the information
I'd been providing him with?

Or worse, what if someone
tipped off the SS in Carentan

about Helen and her mission?

Oh, you made me like you.

He's ready.

Professor...

Enjoy your tribunal,
Lieutenant.

Halt!

Go! Go!

Captain!

I found these grunts
looking for a fight.

506th, Easy Company,
can't find their C.O.

5:30.

First wave of landings

should start
in less than an hour,

if they stick to the timetable.

- There it is.
- Maintenance entrance.

What's the plan?

Kill or disable the elemental

without setting it off.

Can you do it, James?

If you get me
inside, we have a chance.

Well, it doesn't look too hard.

Something this important

I thought would be
more heavily guarded.

- This is madness!
- They've got tanks!

Wells! Halladay!

Get over that line!

I want bazooka fire
on those tanks all day!

We're going in!

Keep them away
from the entrance!

They're friendlies!

Covering fire!

It's incredible.

Oh... the climate
settings are all wrong!

None of my safety protocols
are in place.

James...

there's one part
of the legend

that's actually true.

There's no way to really kill
a fire elemental.

It's kind of why
they call them "elementals."

You're telling me this now?

Cover their exit!

It can't leave.

Is there a way that
you can force it down?

Air pressure change.

I can create
massive wind shear.

Literally bury it
in the earth.

Can you make that happen?

It's not what
it was designed for, but...

Hold on!

Helen!

John.

What have you done?

- What I always do.
- What you can't.

Treat her well, James.

Your commanding officer.

Yeah.

One of the best.

Thank you, Sergeant.

For this.

He won't be forgotten.