LAWSON: (to O'Shea) Is that any better?

O'SHEA: Little bit. Stern planes are still dragging.

LAWSON: Well, let's hope we don't have to control down in a hurry. Need any help with the bow plane?

O'SHEA: Chris has got it.

(reaches over to the next steering wheel, where O'Shea has hung a medallion of St. Christopher, the patron saint of travelers.)

LAWSON: (chuckles) Well, keep an eye on him, all right? Just in case. Any signs of life? Nothing, huh? I suppose the quieter, the better.

SPIKE: (whines to Angel) Come on. When am I gonna get a turn?

ANGEL: In about never.

SPIKE: I'm playing nice with the anchovies, like you asked. At least let me have a go at the wheel.

ANGEL: Pipe down. I'm trying to work.

SPIKE: Oh, pipe down. That official sailor talk, is it? Well, ahoy, matey. You can just swab my deck. (mock-salutes Angel)

ANGEL: Spike—

SPIKE: Captain.

ANGEL: What?

SPIKE: I want to be called captain. I mean, hell, I *did* eat him.

(Hodge stands, angrily, but Lawson stops him from going at Spike)

ANGEL: Check the torpedoes before I stuff you in a tube and send you for a swim, Captain.

(grabs Spike by the jacket, shoving him into the next room)

LAWSON: We gonna have a situation, sir?

ANGEL: He'll do what I tell him.

LAWSON: 'Cause you know each other. From before this, right?

ANGEL: Something on your mind, son?

LAWSON: I just want to make sure this boat gets to where it's going. That and my crew are all that matters.

ANGEL: How they holding up?

LAWSON: 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.

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

(a man screams from the next room)

ANGEL: Damn it!

• Angel & Spike
• historical flash backs

written by: Steven S. DeKnight & Drew Goddard; Original transcript by CariCranberry. Edited & formatted by me.. Full transcript at:
http://www.buffyworld.com/angel/season5/transcripts/5x13_tran.php