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Come on! Come on!

Let's go! Let's go!

I repeat,
we need immediate assistance.

Get out!
As fast as you can!
Come on! Let's go!

Lawson, get those men forward!
All right,
you heard the captain.

- Clear the compartment.
Let's lock it.
- Lock it down up there!

- Dog the hatches! Get the men--

Somebody help me!

Get in here!
Oh, God.

Help me!

Captain!

Tactical swept her hangouts,
and our locators ran
through their usual 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.

Well, the senior partners
don't take betrayal lightly.

Yeah, well, gotta figure they
whisked her up shortly after
they nabbed the scheming prince.

- Speaking of which--
- Uh, no news.

But goin' off
a company precedent,
right about now,

Lindsey should be boiling
in his own filth.

"Should be" is not gonna cut it.
Let's find out for sure.

The White Room's empty.
Our liaison to the
senior partners has vanished.

It's hard gettin'
information anymore.

We may be able to establish
a new liaison through a--
through a protocol--

Uh, sorry.
Must be tired.

Um, 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've got five or six hours
of spell detailing to do.

And I got a mess of briefings
to go through.

And I have to redo
the entire Trask experiment.

Knox really dropped the ball
on that one.

Yes, he is unreliable.
Good point.
So much for social lives.

Well, should we at least meet
back here in a few hours and
talk about some work some more?

Sounds lovely.

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

I seem to recall
lots and lots of Jenga.

Well, I'm outta here.
If we're working,

there's a client party
down at Skybar
with my name all over it.

That counts as work?
You been to Skybar lately?

It's all frat boys
and television executives.

Hey, if you're
detailin' spells,

maybe we should go over
the portal incantations from
last Monday's Mithroc retreat.

Oh, God, Gunn.
Don't even start.

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

Excuse me?

Hello?
Oh.

Hi. I'm sorry.

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

I used to have
a bit of a head for numbers.

It's funny how you lose
part of your mind
when you stop using it.

Is there something
I can help you with?

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

- How do you know my name?
- Do you like workin' here?

- What?
- You know.
Do you enjoy what you do?

Do you find yourself
wakin' up in the morning...

eager to start your day?

Uh, I don't know.

I-I mean, I guess
I had my doubts at first.

But lately, I've been feeling--
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.

All right, calm down.
Calm down.

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

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

Sit down, son.
We need to talk.

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.

Everybody's gotta do his part.
That's all I'm sayin'.

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

Allies are losin' up to
a hundred ships a month
to his U-boats.

Their damn submarines
are faster, stronger...

and more powerful
than anything we've got
in the water.

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

Up till now, we haven't had
much luck figurin' out
what makes 'em 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
bringin' it back here,
somethin' went wrong.

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

Somethin' was on that ship.

Have you ever heard dying men
screaming for their lives,
Angel?

Of course he has.

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.

The pressure, cold--
it'd kill a man.

But...

those aren't problems
for you,

are they?

You've been on our radar
for some time, 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.
Aah!

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.

How you holdin' up, Hodge?

We gotta keep it steady, sailor.
If we're gonna get out of this,
we need you sharp.

We gotta figure out
our next move.

We got no means of controlling
the ship from up here.

And 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?

- Shut up, Spinelli.
-

- Help! Aah!
- That's Lewis.

Shh!

- Christ, he's still alive
back there.
- Help me!

Help!

- What do you think you're doin'?
- Get out of my way, Spinelli.

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.

What was that?

Moving on the hull.

Torpedo room.

Bring the German.

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 S.O.S.

Open tube number one.

You wanna tell me how
a man gets 400 feet down
without so much as 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.
All right.

Somebody wanna get
these things off me?

I'm telling you. He's
some sort of super soldier,

like Steve Rogers
or Captain America.

Steve Rogers
isCaptain America,
you eight ball.

What?
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 have 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.
I know what I'm up against.

Don't open up this door
for anything other than me.

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, eh?

Nabbed me in Madrid.

Sneaky bastards, the S.S.
Don't ever go to a
"Free Virgin Blood" party.

Turns out
it's probably a trap.

You were captured at
a "Free Virgin Blood" party?

I know.
Who would've thought?

One minute I'm askin' a fella
why all the virgins
look like Goebbels.

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

I feel better knowin'
that they got you too.

Though I can't say
I'm surprised.
From our company,

it looks like
they're roundin' up
the baddest of the bad.

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

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

Oh, Angelus, this is, uh,
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
of you lately, though.

Haven't heard much of you ever.

Nostroyev,
Scourge of Siberia.

Butcher of Alexander Palace.

- Sorry.
- I was Rasputin's lover!

Uh, look, I broke these two out
just shortly 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?

Anybody still alive back here?
Nah. We just finished off
the last of 'em.

What about back there?
You save us anything?

- Couple men left
in the torpedo room.
- What are we waiting for?

No.
What?

We're not killing
any more humans.

- Well, not right now.
- Why the hell not?

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

- Yeah? So?
- We're underwater?

Unless you know how to
operate these things,
we're gonna need their help.

Oh, come on.
How hard can it be?

Forward, back, up, down--

Tell you what.

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

and eat the rest.

- No.
- Uh, yeah.
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.

We don't kill the humans
till we reach land.
Is that clear?

Heil Hitler.

Hiya, Chief.

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

Spend time in a tube,
you 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...

on a regular basis.
But I had a whole bit planned...

about how I was always good
with technology, and you,
of all people, should know that.

Yeah, sorry.

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 when
I found out that...

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

and running
Wolfram and Hart.

Mind explaining that one to me?

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
bein' on that sub.

Things made a kind of sense.

Keep your head down,
watch each other's backs--

And stay alert.
Follow our lead.

We'll get out of this.
All right?

Lawson, this is Spike,
the Prince of Lies.

Put 'em to work if you need 'em.

Spinelli, take Heinrich
up to the galley.
Then 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 have to surface,
we can't outmaneuver
the Jerries on batteries alone.

I'll work on the engines
once we're underway.

- But right now,
I just wanna get moving.
- Where does the captain sit?

Uh, right there.

Oh. Right.
And now, uh,

who brings the captain
his drink?

Hodge,
you're on communications.

Hodge!

What should I do?

Sit down over here,
Prince of Lies.

This bathysphere is perplexing.

Let's get these bodies
out of here.

May I speak freely, sir?

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

But those monsters
butchered my crew.

Apparently,
they're in the S.S.

Spike's not in the S.S.
He just likes wearin'
the jacket.

Yeah, that doesn't
help me understand
why we're workin' with 'em.

Or keepin' 'em alive,
for that matter.

I got 'em under control.
That's not the point.

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

We don't have much
of a crew left.
I don't think we'll need 'em.

- They're extra hands.
- They're monsters.

- And I don't know why we--
- 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.

Now, I didn't sign on
'cause I needed directions.

Hell, growin' up,
I used to make fun
of the military boys.

Always figured
they wouldn't know how
to tie their shoes...

if someone didn't
give 'em the go-ahead.

Then I saw pictures of
what the Krauts were doin'.

Evil's spreadin', sir.
And it's not just over there.

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

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

But I can keep it together.
I can 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 fightin'
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 own ass?
What do you want, Lawson?

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 wanna do that, Chief?

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

Oh, I never doubted you.
But you gotta ask yourself:

Would I really 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-aught wire wrapped
around your crew's necks.

Take a fellow'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 gettin' it.

The worry in your eyes,

fear of what
might happen next.

Which is right on the mark,
'cause I got a funny feeling...

there is gonna be some blood
spilled tonight.

For old time's sake.

Is that any better?

Little bit.
Stern plates are still dragging.

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

You need any help
with the bow plane?
Chris has got it.

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

Any signs of life?

Nothin', huh?
I suppose the quieter,
the better.

Come on.
When am I gonna get a turn?

In about never.

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

At least let me have
a go at the wheel.
Pipe down.

- I'm tryin' to work.
- Oh, "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?
He'll do what I tell him.

- 'Cause you know each other.
From before this, right?
- Somethin' on your mind, son?

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

That and my crew
are all that matters.

How 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.

-
- 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.

I will suck the brain
from your skull...

and digest your thoughts
like a sour pudding.

You all right?
Nothin' a year
of shore leave won't fix.

He exploded.
He stabbed him,
and he just exploded.

Back to your stations.
Now!

How does a guy
just explode like that?

The man's askin'
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.

So what do you think
set him off?

I'm guessin' 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.

- 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.

He says it's research.

What kind?

...vampire.

- What about vampires?
- I don't know.

It's technical.

Somethin' about
stimulation and control.

They've been
experimenting on them
and cutting into their brains.

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

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

They're tryin' 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're already doing
in the world, is it?

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

- Am I the only one
don't speak Kraut?
- You knew about this?

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

Oh, I get it.

You're playin' both sides
against each other.

Spike--
No, I respect that.

But if the Yanks
are after this stuff,
I'm eatin' the lot of 'em.

- No, you aren't.
- Try and stop me.

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

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

We wouldn't do that.

You don't win a war
by doin' whatever it takes.

You win by doin' what's right.

- Yeah? Let me know how that
works out for you, Popeye.
- None of this matters.

Your people are gettin'
this ship and their men
on board that are still alive.

That's all.

Spike, torch it.

- Damn skippy.

♪ God save the king ♪

♪ Send him victorious ♪

- ♪ Happy and glorious ♪
-

What was that?

Ow!
Bloody hell!

Bloody hell!

Depth charges.

- Talk to me, Hodge.
- Contact maneuvering, sir.

Multiple cavitations.
How many?

- Hodge?
- I'm pickin' up at least
three-- four destroyers.

Four? We couldn't
take on one
in this condition.

Splashes!

- Sixty meters, fast dive!
- Sixty meters, fast dive!
Aye, sir!

Spinelli, bow plane.
Bow plane!
Aye, sir!

Hold steady.
Six degree down bubble.
Six degrees, mark.

What can I do?
Hang on.

Krauts are shootin' blanks.

- Hang on, men!

- Report!
- Propulsion motor's down!
We're dead in the water!

Go. Get it back up.
I d--

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

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.

Hey, where's Fritz?

Come on, Sally.
Give it up.

Screwdriver.

Where the hell's
the screwdriver?

Funny what goes through
a man's mind...

when his life's
hangin' in the balance.

Boys talked about that a lot
back on the boat.

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

Your mom singin' you
to sleep at night.

Sneakin' into the movies
with your best friend.

The 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.

- Lawson!
- I'm all right.

Easy, easy.
I'm all right.

Try not to move.

We're dead
without propulsion.

Tell me what to do.
I'm the only one.

I'm the only one.

I'm not gonna let
any more die.

I can fix it.

I can fix it.

I know you can.

Air's about gone.

Your new boy better get
the engines runnin' before
the fish start floppin'.

He'll get it done.

Hope it's in time.

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

Be a blessing to put him
out of his misery.

Get 'em on their feet.
We need to surface.

Your lucky day, isn't it?

- You did it.
- I told you I could.

Good work.

Thanks, Chief.

You too.

- We're surfacing.
- Yeah.

Is that a sharp maneuver with
Jerry still trollin' 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.

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,
does it?

- I never wanted
to do this to you.
- Oh, put your hanky away.

I know how important
the technology they pulled
from the sub was...

to helpin' us 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,
stars and stripes--

That was good enough for me
till I met you.

Then I had this whole
"creature of the night" thing
goin' for me--

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 'em 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 nothin' because of you.

You really want it
to end like this?

Sounds like a plan.

Come on, Chief.
Give me a mission.

Really oughta do somethin'
about security.

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

Fred gave me the Cliff 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.

Grr! Arrgh!