On the sub, Lawson checks his gun and tries to reassure the remaining crew. They've got two days of air, and they can't control the sub from where they are. One soldier adds, "That's assuming that they don't figure out how to get through that hatch." The vampires can't figure out how to open a hatch? Wow. These are some dumb vampires. As we shall see. There's also a captured Nazi aboard, and one of the Americans demands to know what the Germans were transporting. The Nazi starts speaking in German, and is interrupted by a distant scream. As the wails for help continue, Lawson makes for the hatch, but is stopped by another soldier named Spinelli. Lawson tries to go forward, Spinelli aims a gun at Lawson, and the boring standoff is interrupted by a clang as something hits the sub. I start hoping that they will go for yet another twist on the old no-reflections gag and have someone look out through the periscope, but alas, they're in the wrong part of the sub for that. The clangs continue over the ship, and Lawson decides that it's something moving toward the torpedo room. They all move through the sub. Clang, clang. Tense, tense. Not, not. We know it's Angel. We know Lawson's going to be vamped. We know way too much already, is my point, which makes all the attempts at suspense kind of lame. They listen as Angel climbs in through the torpedo tubes and then starts tapping SOS in Morse code. With guns drawn, the soldiers open the tube, and Angel pokes his giant head out at them.
Wesley walks down a hall at Wolfram & Hart and opens his office door. Inside, he finds Fred tied to his chair and gagged. "Fred, at last! But how did you know..." he fails to say. Apparently, the sight of his fantasy coming true makes Wesley's brain stop working completely, since he immediately walks into the room and gets clobbered by Lawson, who was hiding behind the door.