All language subtitles for supernatural.s11e14.bdrip.x264-mayhem

Let us introduce you
to the Men of Letters.

A rabid group of
sanctimonious do-gooders.

Secret society.

The last true beacon
of light in a world gone topsy-turvy.

European team.
They were active during World War ll.

Inducted in 1939,

pan' of a small delegation
that was sent to Europe.

We're legacies.

Time travel. That's a reasonable plan?

What, angels got their hands
on some Deloreans? How did I get here?

You tapped the power
of your soul to get here?

Freaking time travel, man.

The Thule Society, right. They were Nazis.

Nazi necromancers.

Dark magic, mostly with dead people.

You can kill me,
but you will never kill all the Thule.

Nazi bastards.

- Lucifer?
- Bloody hell.

Let's chat.

We want to kill The Darkness,
we need to kill The Darkness.

I've had two shots at Amara.
And I don't think I can.

I got it, Dean.

The bed is cold.

What is that, mon amour?

This is why I've come here.

And I thought you occupied my country
to meet me.

Mmm-hmm.

You were a bonus, Delphine.

A treasure. Ma petite collaboratrice.

But this,

this is what
my country has been waiting for.

Can I see it?

- Naughty Delphine.
- Peter.

One little peek.

I have lived a hard life,
but these months?

Pretending to love a Nazi cochon like you
has been the worst.

But this moment,

watching you die? It is the best.

The Men of Letters send their regards.

We're out.

There was a half a bag yesterday.

I killed it.

Hey, did you know the Nazis had
a special branch devoted to archeology?

Little early for Nazi trivia,
especially without caffeine.

It's called the "Ahnenerbe."

There were sites all over Germany,

and then as the Nazis
increased their territory,

they started popping up
in Poland, Finland, North Africa.

Yeah, how is this more important
than our coffee situation?

'Cause I found something.
I mean, we need something.

A magic, a weapon strong enough
to give us a shot against Amara.

So, I've been looking outside
the lore in history

and I found this, the Vichy Memorandums.

They were Nazi communications
that puzzle historians to this day.

And they speak of a super weapon
obtained by the Ahnenerbe,

said to be strong enough to win the war.

Yeah? What was it?

Well, these memos refer to it as
"The Hand of God."

That was sort of a catch-all term
for several objects

he touched on Earth in Biblical times.

But they're believed to contain
traces of his power.

The Nazis believed a lot of things.

Dean, Lucifer's caged, God's MIA.

The only beings strong enough
to battle Amara are gone.

If we're gonna fight her,
what better way to arm up

than with an actual dose of his power?

Okay, so, you said the Nazis
got their hands on one of these

- hands.
- Right.

If it was so powerful, it could
win them the war, why didn't it?

Because they lost it.
En route to Berlin, it was stolen.

The Nazis searched high and low
for the thief,

but they never found their prime suspect.

Here, Delphine Seydoux.
French mistress to a high-ranking Nazi.

Thought to be a French traitor

until she killed her German lover
and made off with the weapon.

Allied spy? French Resistance?

That's what the Nazis thought,

but their investigation led them
to a different conclusion.

That she was une Femme de Lettres.

A Woman of Letters.

Uh, sir? Would you like to hear
the latest soul numbers?

No, because I don't care.

How about an update on Amara?

Well, the update is...

Well, that there is no update.
We still haven't found her.

Sir, if I may?

Since you've claimed the throne,
we could use some direction.

Any direction.

We could deploy a force.

Real boots on the ground,
shake the trees to find her

with you leading the charge, of course.

We've had a coward and a fool
at the helm for too long.

Perhaps it's time to...

Doggie wants to speak.

How dare you.

The impudence.

The lack of humility.

It's no way to talk to your master.

Lucifer.

That's a good doggie.

Who knew Men of Letters
had European chapters?

Maybe it wasn't an entire chapter,
just some assets, you know.

Yeah, and letting women
join way back in the '40s?

I just never got the impression
they were so big on gender equality.

It's right there in the name.

It was World War ll.
An all-hands-on-deck situation.

Yeah, Rosie the Riveter. Cool.

Here we go. This report
was written by Clifford Henshaw.

A Bunker-based Man of Letters,
back in 1943.

It's the right era.

But it's in French.

- Well?
- Hey.

So, it's definitely about Delphine.

Her name's at the top of every page.
Check this out. Transcriptions.

From transatlantic cables
between Clifford and Delphine.

What do they say?

Give me a second.
Web translation's buggy.

Seriously? Dude, it's, like, noon.

Uh, well, you drank all the coffee,
so what am I supposed to drink, water?

Look at this.

They were making arrangements

to get the artifact out of Europe,
to keep it safe.

Henshaw pulled some strings
with a Man of Letters in the OSS

to requisition an active US submarine

to transport Delphine and the weapon
back to the States.

Back to here.

- Wait, the Bunker?
- Yeah.

It's been here the whole time.

Uh...

No. Never arrived.

"The USS Bluefin came under German attack

"midway through
its trip across the Atlantic.

"The sub was sunk,
and the ship and its contents

"haven't been recovered to this day."

Great, it's lost.

Or is it?

Yeah, I'd say so.

Tides took the wreckage,

submersibles have been
trying to locate it for years.

If James Cameron
and his Avatar billions can't find it...

Yeah, but we have something
that James Cameron doesn't have.

That's all of it?

Yes, sir. The requested weaponry
from your crypts.

Does it please you?

Spare me.

How are your wounds, Doggie?

They are no less than I deserve.

Oh.

You're scared of your master.
That's a good doggie.

Ah!

But it's an act. I broke you, but...

Yep, I can still smell it. You've got that
delectable little whiff of defiance.

You're just playing, huh?

Waiting for your moment
to retake the throne? Am I right?

Yes, sir.

Well, then, tell me,

once and future King of Hell,

you've been watching my rule,
what treasonous thoughts do you have

brewing in that little head of yours, huh?

What are you really thinking?

Hmm?

- The truth, sir?
- Yeah.

You're not strong enough.

You had your weapons delivered.
You realize they won't be enough.

If you thought you could beat Amara,
you'd be taking the fight to her.

Right now.

You're a clever little doggie.

You're right, at the moment,
I may be a bit under-equipped.

Maybe defeating Amara
was bit more of a team effort

than I led certain people to believe.

All that said,

I'm still your master.
Did I let you out of that kennel too soon?

No.

No barking. It's show time.

Hello, Dean.

There were several God-touched objects,
but never occurred to me

that any had survived the Flood,
let alone the 20th century.

Do you think we can use it against Amara?

It's perfect.

And I can get you back there.

Without wings?
Cass, you can't even teleport.

Time travel is a...
It's a whole different system.

Told ya.

So, uh, these the last coordinates?

That's the Bluefin's last transmission
to shore, yeah.

- All right.
- Wait a second.

Cass, aren't there still risks
with time travel?

I mean, aren't there consequences that...

Sam, this is the ideal scenario.

What?

That sub is a tin can floating in the
middle of the ocean, doomed to go down.

You can't really mess with history
at 20,000 leagues.

We get in, get the weapon,
get out. It's a milk run.

No, that's not a very good plan.

Well, if things get out of hand,
then Cass will just zap me right back.

You?

You're not going.

- I beg your pardon?
- You need to stay here.

- "Stay here?"
- Just in case things go sideways,

somebody needs to be left standing
to take care of The Darkness.

We can't risk us both! And at the moment,
I'm the least valuable player.

You both know that I can't kill Amara,

so, the least I could do is get the thing
that we need so that you can.

So you expect me to sit here
and ride the pine

while you and Cass go play Jules Verne?

Yes. No? Who?

I won't let him out of my sight.

You'll stay by his side the entire time?

I will.

Sam.

Let me do this. Okay? I need to do this.

- Be safe.
- When am I not?

Let's do this, Cass.

Bon voyage.

Cass?

Cass?

See, I enlisted to sink German ships.

You're up.

Let's go, vacation's over.

Now we got zip running patrols
in the bay,

and now captain's got us
goin' in the wrong direction?

To run some mystery mission
for some broad? Tell me that makes sense.

I wouldn't worry
about it. Get some rest.

You know I can't rest.

Cass? Why... Wait a second, where's Dean?

We made the leap. He got on, I didn't.

What?

I couldn't make it past the hull.

"1996?"

Where's Delphine? Where's the broad?

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

Someone must've warded the ship.

Delphine. It has to be.
She's protecting the weapon, right?

Cass, just go back to their last port
before she boarded.

Leave a message, so Dean knows.

Where?

Where would Dean see it
that the crew wouldn't?

He's as likely to find the warding
as he is any message I'd leave.

Then send me. You got Dean past the hull.

Right. We'll double down
on what screwed us the first time.

You're really bringing
your "A" ideas today.

I can't believe I lost it.

Him. I can't believe I lost Dean.

Well, it's up to him now
to find and clear the warding.

No. We can help.

There's got to be something
in magic or angel lore.

Some way to clear the sigils
from the outside.

Cass.

Don't worry. We'll bring him back.

Look out. Coming through. Coming through.

Sir.

When can I smoke?

When it's your turn, I'll let you know.

Surely, some of you boys
take breaks in the engine room.

Captain wants you stayed put.

Let me guess.
He fears I would distract his men?

Does not want a skirt roaming the decks?
Give me the light.

But ma'am, you're wearing pants.

Rich, ain't it? Frog's sitting pretty
like Queen of Sheba

and getting room service in the wardroom,

and I can't even gripe because...
Have you seen that dame? The gams on her?

Yeah, yeah, she's a hottie.

Yeah, those gams, huh?

Who are you?

Delphine. You might find this
hard to believe, but...

Not a soul on this ship knows my name,
so I repeat, who are you?

- Coming through.
- Hey!

I'm a friend of Clifford Henshaw.
I'm a Man of Letters.

That's him! That's the guy.

Captain.

- Sit down.
- Okay, I'm on it, Pete.

He took my clothes,
and he hog-tied me in the head, this guy.

- What should we do with him, Captain?
- Search him.

All right, all right. Yes.

Petey, this yours?

What the hell is this?

It's a phone.

Right. A phone in your pocket.

Well, next thing this guy's gonna tell us
is he's from space.

Yeah, or the future.

I am.

Captain James Dearborn?

My name is Dean Winchester,
and I am on a mission from the future.

The details of which
I am not at liberty to discuss,

but know this, within the hour,

a German Destroyer will find
and attack this submarine.

And you will go down.

Okay, you said your piece.
Let me tell you what I think.

Captain...

I think you're a soldier that's gone AWOL.

You've hopped a ride home,
and this cock-eyed story

is some loony attempt to keep your cover
as a civvie. That, or you're a spy.

Deciding which?
I'll leave that to the court martial.

I need to speak with this man alone.

Not a chance.

Captain, there are things, things about
this mission that you don't know.

Flash Gordon here will remain under guard
until we reach the shore.

Gladly.

What if we don't reach shore?
What if he's right?

The odds of a German attack,
from a surface ship, this far west?

Hunting down a lone submarine?

Captain?

Sonars picked up a surface ship.
On a steady bearing, closing.

Understood.

Harris, back to your station.

Giraldi, watch our guest.

Yes, sir.

The Germans, they've come for it.

Delphine, the warding on the hull?
The sigil?

That's not like any I've seen.

You're certain of the identification?

Yes, sir. A 36B German Destroyer.

Three thousand yards and closing,
bearing zero-nine-zero.

- Clear the bridge.
- Clear the bridge!

My mentor in the Men of Letters.
He taught me the symbol before he died.

World Series, 1944, go.

You're from the future? Tell me who won?

The Rangers.

The Rangers?

He believed it would keep me
and the artifact safe on our journey...

Who are the Rangers?

...from supernatural interference.

And angelic interference.

Angels? They're not real.

Who are the Rangers?

Look, kid, I don't follow baseball, okay?
Yeah, and angels are real.

In fact, one of them
is my ride off this ship.

Now the warding that you put up to block,
the magic, it must have blocked him, too.

I cleared the one. If there's any more,

we gotta clear those, too.
Otherwise, I'm stuck here.

Okay, then. The next president.

Delphine, you wanted the weapon to be
at a Men of Letters safe house, right?

I'm from the Bunker,
that's how I knew how to find you,

from your communication with Henshaw.

Now, if you clear the way,
I can get it there for you.

And that's why you came?
To protect the object, the weapon?

Are you gonna answer my question?

Eisenhower, okay? No, Truman.
Now would you please shut up?

No. This sub is going down,
but the allies do win.

Look, from Men of Letters
to Men of Letters,

I'm fighting a war in the future.

It's not like your war, it's big.

Biblical, end-is-nigh big.

And I need your weapon to win.

That is why I came.

But we all die?

Me, the girl, the rest of the crew?

I'm just trying to get your story clear.

Yes.

Look, I know that's a lot to ask.
Especially from a complete stranger.

You're not a stranger.

Men of Letters to Men of Letters.

I trust you.

Hatch secured.

Alter course to 2-7-0.
Take us down to 60 feet.

Alter course to 2-7-0!

- Altering course to 2-7-0.
- Open front ports.

Dive, dive, dive!

Dive, dive, sir.

Wait a second.
I think I have something.

The Spell of Gathering.

It's an incantation used to focus
the power of celestial beings, angels,

against all drawn forms of evasion.

The spell was designed to clear
all mystical or occult blockages.

I mean, this is highly theoretical magic.

It's never been used before,
but it sounds like it could work.

You have the ingredients?

Uh...

All but one.

That's why it's never been used before.
It requires the power of an archangel.

Well, Sam, we may as well try.

We don't have time for long shots, Cass.

Even at full power,
you're not strong enough.

That's the Hand of God?

Doesn't look like much.

No, I suppose it doesn't.

It must have been more impressive
in its complete form.

The Ark of the Covenant.

So, full-on Raiders, that's... Okay.

Don't touch it barehanded.

Its power is potent and unstable.

No mortal can survive long
with direct contact.

I'll remove the warding.
I'll be back. Promise.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Definitely not you.

Okay.

When?

When what?

When do we win? Months, years, decades?

Got a lot of friends and family
on other ships, in other branches.

I wanna know what their chances are.

Years.

1945.

You believe me?

I read a lot of Flash Gordon.

Fifteen-hundred yards.
We are not shaking him.

Battle stations.

Sir, respectfully, our orders
were to go home, not engage.

XO, do not make me repeat myself.

- Battle stations!
- Aye, aye, sir!

General quarters, battle stations.

General quarters,
man your battle stations. All hands...

Okay, let's go, let's go, boys.

Let's go. Get a move on, come on.

Okay, okay.
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go.

Keep it going, keep it going.

- Dispatch, get a move on! Get a move on!
- Come on, come on.

Get to it, get to it, get to it.
Everyone in positions.

Stand by to load two number 8.

- Load aft torpedoes.
- Load aft torpedoes.

Load aft torpedoes.

Harris, open the rear door.

- Opening door.
- Clear.

Easy. Ease it down.

- Door secured.
- Flood the tube.

Flooding.

- Ready to fire.
- Ready to fire.

- Eight hundred yards and closing.
- Torpedoes loaded.

Line us up for a bow shot.

Line up for a bow shot.

Lining up for bow shot.

Locked.

In position, ready to fire.

Captain, I've lost his position.

- What?
- He's gone.

How is it possible to lose
a 3000-ton warship from 800 yards?

Find him!

Thirty yards, sir!
He's right on top of us!

How?

Flood negative! Take us down
to max depth and rig for silent running!

Silent running!

- What's happening?
- Shh.

Leveling out on 300, sir.

- Kill me.
- Wait.

You can't do that.

Kill me.

Splashes. Depth charge.

I don't have to kill you, okay?
I can just cut it. It'll work.

Not with this.
It's spellbound to my blood and my heart.

Its power lives and dies with me.

Do it.

Hold on!

Midshipman down! We need a medic!

Hey.

Cass, what is that?

It's your Spell of Gathering.

Are you nuts? You're not strong enough.
Cass, you could get hurt.

You find a better option?

No, but without a serious boost
to your angel power,

that spell won't even work.

My strength may surprise you.

Wait a second.

I remember Bobby told me when you needed
strength to retrieve us from the past,

you used him to power up.
You touched his soul, right?

That's right. I did that.
But that procedure can be fatal.

Use my soul. That way, maybe you'll have
enough power to wield the spell.

That isn't necessary.

It's worth the risk.
Cass, Dean needs our help.

I trust you.

What?

It's just... I don't need you anymore.

Dean's the one with the link to Amara.

Why have I been trying to spare you?

Maybe it's because you're like the girl

who kept turning me down at the prom.

I will touch your soul.
Just because you asked so nicely,

and I'll use your spell
to blast through the warding

and retrieve Dean and the Hand of God.

And then when Dean comes back

and he finds this place
decorated with your guts,

I will tell him the truth, Sam.

I'll just say, "Dean..."

"Dean, he knew the risks.

"He wouldn't take no for an answer."

Lucifer.

In the flesh.

Hello, Castiel.

Medic! Come on!

Damage report?

Battery room's flooded. Hull's breached.

We're dead in the water.

Ship's locked in position above us.

American submarine.

Captain. The Germans
are sending a message.

American submarine.

Sir, it's not for you.

Watch your head.

Go ahead.

Hello, mein liebchen.

It is not possible. I killed you.

A little advice, Delphine.

If you want a friend of the Thule
to stay dead,

burn the body.

A word for the captain.

You may have noticed you are up against
a warship and a crew possessing,

let us say, extraordinary abilities.

And you have taken damage
that you cannot recover from.

So, I offer you a choice.

Surface now,
relinquish the girl and her cargo,

and I can assure you and your men
the highest of POW treatment.

Or you can protect her,

and we will depth charge you and your boat
right into the seabed

and recover the cargo ourselves.

You have three minutes to surrender.

I don't expect you to understand,
but this cargo, the Germans can't have it.

You need to believe me.

Our orders were to protect you
and your cargo.

We wouldn't even consider a surrender.

You had better reconsider.
Killing me is your only way off this ship.

Maybe not.

Teach me how to use it.
It's the power of God.

Maybe I can use it to save you,
save the sub?

- And your war?
- I wanna help you now.

Two minutes, Captain.

You save this ship,
get us to the surface and then what?

The power of God will consume you,

and you'll have merely brought the weapon
closer to the Nazis' grasp.

We are supposed to die.
Let us do it with a purpose.

How long can you keep the boat steady?

Not long.
And once they resume their attack...

Give me every second you can.

- Delphine, what are you doing?
- One minute.

I'm going to get you home.

And I'm going to get you and your men
your first German ship.

- No, no, no.
- Sam. Sam, it's me.

Cass? Why?

I wanted to be of service to the fight.
And only Lucifer can beat her.

You chose this? You have to fight, Cass.
Eject him, now!

I can't! It's taking all my strength
to keep him from killing you.

And besides, we need him.

No, Cass, we don't.
We'll find another way to stop Amara.

We need him to save Dean.

You can't time travel.

Only Lucifer can.

How fast is your ride back?

- Fast.
- Good.

It's time!

God help us all.

This is torpedo room...

- Isolate that panel!
- We need assistance!

Fire in the control room!

Torpedo room taking water!
We need assistance!

Electrical!

Dean. That's not Cass!

Cat's out.

Mmm.

Feel a burden lifted.

You know, this whole
deep cover thing, just wasn't,

it wasn't terribly well-thought-out.

Donning this, this Cass mask,

this grim face
of angelic constipation, just...

And then, teaming up with you two?

I thought you boys
were insufferable as mortal enemies,

but working with you?

That's the soul crusher.

Why the faces, boys?
You should be cheering.

We have a common enemy.

With this, she will be no problem.

I will have killed you both by then,
but still, come on.

No.

No!

It's kicked.

Well, who'd have thought the Hand of God
turned out to be a one-hitter?

So......

So......

- Cass?
- Yeah.

Now, what do we do?

What else?

We hunt Lucifer.
Trap the bastard and save Cass.

Like I said,
Lucifer may be in control now,

but Cass may not come back willingly.
He chose it.

No. No, not possible.

How'd you get through today?
What did you do?

Nothing.

Sam, they...

I was just a witness.

Do you wanna talk about it?

No. No, story for another day.

Hey, the German ship that sank
the Bluefin, what happened to it?

It went down.

Unlike the sub, its wreckage was found.

With a giant hole
that ripped through the entire thing.

I mean, something must have hit the
fuel tanks and exploded, but it burned.

Sank.

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