X-Men (1992) s05e03 Episode Script
A Deal with the Devil
NARRATOR: Previously on X-MEN Wolverine, you know this madman? WOLVERINE: I tangled with Omega Red before either of you were born.
The Soviets created him.
Red's got his own plans for this country, and worst of all, nothing hurts him.
-COLOSSUS: You defeated him! -I got lucky.
The deepest cold held Omega Red prisoner.
Perhaps it can still stop him.
No, not again.
For another lifetime.
Freeze! (GRUNTING) Colonel, I think I found it! Sir, come quickly! Help me get it out! Careful! You don't know what you're dealing with.
But the guy's an ice cube, sir.
You'll do what you're told, soldier.
Last time this thing thawed out, he tore a small country in half in less than a week.
Now get the restraints! We're not gonna make the same mistakes the Soviets did.
This living weapon has a job to do.
COLONEL: How do you feel? We know you can hear us.
-We wish to make you an offer.
-I do not make deals with imperialists.
I was created to fight your kind.
That war is over.
We won.
But you have unique knowledge and abilities that we need.
Why should I help you? Because we can give you something in return that I think you'll find intriguing.
-What could that be? -We will make you human once again.
Do not mock me! It cannot be done! Medical science has progressed a great deal since you were altered.
You wish what from me? COLONEL: Your help in cleaning up a mess left by your government.
A Soviet nuclear submarine was abandoned in deep water near Hilo, Hawaii, about 120 miles from Pearl Harbor.
We need you to bring it up for us.
Its position is unstable.
As you can imagine, its reactor and warheads concern us.
You can survive any radioactive toxicity found inside.
You know the Soviet security codes, some of which have been misplaced in your country's recent chaotic evolution.
Why would you trust me to help? We don't.
You have been implanted with a sealed vial of liquid nitrogen.
Betray us, and you shall regret it.
I like dealing with serious people.
Your terms are satisfactory, with one small addition.
-Name it.
-You have your insurance.
I would like some as well.
I require two shipmates to accompany me.
Old friends of mine.
Their names are Wolverine and Storm.
WOLVERINE: Somebody wake me up from this nightmare, 'cause I've got to be dreaming.
Who do these genius spy-catchers think they're dealing with? Winnie the Pooh? They are fully aware, Wolverine.
They also realize what could happen if that submarine's reactor core were to split open.
The liquid nitrogen implant seems a reasonable precaution.
For a Boy Scout! Omega Red eats the stuff for breakfast.
Would you prefer it if I took your place as Omega's hostage? What, and miss all the fun? Not a chance.
I know he's gonna pull something.
And when he does, I'm gonna be ready.
COLONEL: I want to thank you all for agreeing to join our salvage effort.
We all know what's at stake.
You don't have a clue, bub.
Speak when you're spoken to, mister! You come a step closer, pal, and you're gonna eat that hand.
Do not worry, Colonel.
I did not expect old wounds to heal easily, even for Wolverine.
It is a great irony, no? A man whose body is able to heal itself, but whose spirit never can.
-You -Wolverine, no! Cut the phony philosophy.
Let's just do it.
What fairy tale did you tell them to make them trust you? Does it look like they trust me? (GROWLING) Control your anger, Wolverine.
A fight would surely breach the hull.
At these depths, none of us would survive.
Do not worry, Storm.
Life is precious to me.
At least my own life, which this mission shall return to me.
I have been promised my humanity, Wolverine, something you above all others should be able to appreciate.
It can't be done.
Please, Logan, control yourself.
You know small spaces overwhelm me.
You must stay clear-headed if we are to survive.
STORM: I see it! STORM: Mission control, this is the mini-sub Chios.
COLONEL: This is mission control.
Read you, Chios.
Target in visual range.
We see it, Chios, Remember, dock gently.
That ledge could give way at any time.
We understand, mission control.
WOLVERINE: Easy does it, Storm.
If those Soviet wise guys built subs like they built Chernobyl, I don't want to give this one any reason to lose its cool.
-Hey! -I am sorry.
(ALARMS BLARING) These controls are rather vague.
OMEGA RED: Russian saying states: "Any landing you can walk away from is good landing.
" (LAUGHS) We don't.
(WOLVERINE GROWLING) All right, Chios, let's move it.
After you, comrade.
(CREAKING) WOLVERINE: An island vacation with Omega Red, in a toxic nuclear powder keg, three miles underwater.
Yeah, this is pretty much Shangri-la.
-We are inside, mission control.
-Yeah.
COLONEL: Omega Red, systems status.
One moment! Americans, always so impatient! Well, what do you know.
They ought to use this tub in one of those battery ads with the rabbit.
Control rods withdrawn.
All systems operational.
Engage props! (WOLVERINE EXCLAIMING) (STORM SCREAMING) COLONEL: What's wrong down there? Nothing, Colonel.
Just getting our sea legs back.
So let's find a place to park this thing and get out of here! Good work! Now let's bring her home.
Oh, now, Colonel that hardly seems fair.
Don't play with me, mister.
You know we can take you out in a second.
Yes, something about giving me the big chill by activating an implant.
How foolish of me to forget.
I knew it! No! (GROWLING) Let me go, Storm! This guy's playing the whole world for fools! You do not understand! Yes, Logan.
You forget the air inside this vessel is toxic.
For you, but not for me.
He need only tear these suits to stop us both! Your healing powers would eventually help you.
You might survive.
I would not.
Get me the US Naval Command at Pearl.
We have a situation! Code Red! All right, what do you want? OMEGA RED: How kind of you to ask, comrade.
But you have been so generous already.
My own submarine, missiles and the two who froze me powerless to resist.
I don't care if my lungs melt! I'm stopping this guy! (WOLVERINE ROARING) Wind! Repel him! Logan! (WOLVERINE COUGHING) What was I saying about not needing these lungs? I shall get us to the mini-sub! (STORM PANTING) We are almost there! (SCREAMING) Enough! You wish my terms? You, who would offer a living weapon something as pitiful as his humanity? I have programed the missiles, one directed at each of the world's 15 largest cities.
And what I want, Colonel is to watch them burn! BEAST: Like vilified Cassandra, we all may pay a price for Wolverine's foresight.
The craft is rising steadily, but it is still far too deep for us to engage.
Stay with them! Navy planes, submarines and surface ships are all on the way! Have you armed the depth charges? Armed and ready for deployment.
Can't you boys figure out a better way to deal with that octopus than beating up Storm and Logan? It is only a last resort, Rogue.
But given the fact that Omega Red has nuclear missiles, it must remain an option until the Navy gets there.
It is our understanding that the Soviet submersible vehicle must rise to a far shallower depth to successfully launch its missiles.
If we can disable it, perhaps the Navy will find a less deadly alternative.
What do you mean 1O minutes? He could be at launch depth in five! Colonel, your target is a 120 miles from Pearl, and sub-chaser aircraft are just not that quick.
My F-18s will get there faster, but they're not much good unless the sub surfaces.
If your agency had warned us, we would have been better prepared.
My country created many great weapons, but never had the will to use them.
Is it not a great sadness, Storm, to be created never to be used? Weapons do not have feelings.
Oh, if only that were true.
Soon every ship and plane within a 1,OOO miles will be bearing down on us.
Are you so tired of life? On the contrary.
Only someone denied life as I was, for over a quarter of a century, can appreciate it quite so well.
I will launch my missiles and return to the depths of the ocean before any force can reach me.
The world will tumble into chaos and I can choose my time to emerge, ready to pick up the pieces.
(ALL SHOUTING) (COMPUTER BEEPING) Who can be up there so soon? -What was that? -It registered as a depth charge, sir.
I know that, sailor.
But from where? An angry cloud? Radar shows no planes or ships in the area.
Confirmed, sir.
Could be a stealth craft.
Sounds like that got the old boy's attention.
I believe that Omega Red forgot that Wolverine and Storm's microphones are still operative.
OMEGA RED: No anti-submarine plane could have arrived so quickly! BEAST: I doubt our nudging will delay Omega Red from reaching missile launch depth.
OMEGA RED: In a moment the fireworks shall begin.
Now, a moment to level out and we can begin! Launch depth.
(STORM GROANING) (EXCLAIMING) -It will do them no good! -Lightning strike! (GRUNTING) If you can't stop him, at least prepare to take out the missiles! OFFICER: My F-18s will arrive soon, sir.
They can take out the sub's missiles.
But there is the possible problem of warhead override.
Explain! OFFICER: Normally, warheads don't arm until they're near their targets.
But sir, if this maniac can reprogram their arming sequence, they could come out hot.
BEAST: Our instruments indicate Omega Red has reached launch depth.
Any suggestions? Damage him as much as you can with depth charges.
The Navy will arrive soon to help.
But if he starts launching, you must do everything in your power to stop the missiles.
No matter what the cost.
Say goodbye to the world you knew! You cannot launch! Millions shall perish! As they must, so that millions more shall fear me.
There's been a launch! Where are those F-18s? OFFICER: On their way, sir! Still a minute out of range.
BEAST: We are in luck and still alive.
The warheads are in standard pre-armed mode.
Hang on, Hank.
We got four birds left in this turkey shoot.
My missiles! Sailor, I don't register your F-18s yet! Who's knocking out these missiles? OFFICER: Don't know, sir.
BEAST: The missiles' acceleration rate is incredible.
I estimate five seconds until the fifth one is out of range.
Just get me a chance.
-BEAST: Oh, dear.
-Now what? There is no way Navy planes could have arrived so fast.
Someone was lying in wait! It's you X-Men! I know it! (COMPUTER BEEPING) No, impossible! Looks like those Navy boys decided to get of their backsides and join the party.
To paraphrase Cowper, "They delivered us when bound, and when bleeding, healed our wounds, sought us wandering, set us right, turned our darkness into light.
" I was made a living weapon.
They cannot deny me! The warheads.
-OMEGA RED: Hear me! -Navy frequency originating from the submarine.
Fire upon the missiles again, and the Hawaiian coastal cities shall be a memory.
The warheads are armed.
Let them try to stop me now.
That does it.
What do you propose? I'm going fishing.
Rogue! Wait! Even now it is too far down.
You cannot make it! (OMEGA RED LAUGHING) I have no more use for hostages.
(BOTH SCREAMING) (ALARMS BEEPING) Come on, Wolverine! Let us get out of here.
It does not matter! The missiles shall launch.
(GASPING) (COUGHING) Rogue? What is happening? I bent his boat.
(COUGHING) WOLVERINE: Where is he? Something attacked the submarine.
It is listing.
I do not believe it can launch more missiles.
Is he still alive? Perhaps.
STORM: But we are going home.
What? (SCREAMING) No! No! BEAST: Though the immediate threat has passed, I fear much remains unresolved.
Storm's claustrophobic trauma will pass.
I am more concerned about Logan.
His feelings about Omega Red are more personal.
More deeply rooted.
I'm sure he feels he could've done more.
He's out there.
I can smell him.
It was you who launched the warhead.
I rule here! I will not tolerate your endangering my asteroid.
-I renounce you! -You renounce me? Return! You exhausted your power on Genosha, old man.
I have sustained you and I can destroy you! Soon you will fade away into nothing!
The Soviets created him.
Red's got his own plans for this country, and worst of all, nothing hurts him.
-COLOSSUS: You defeated him! -I got lucky.
The deepest cold held Omega Red prisoner.
Perhaps it can still stop him.
No, not again.
For another lifetime.
Freeze! (GRUNTING) Colonel, I think I found it! Sir, come quickly! Help me get it out! Careful! You don't know what you're dealing with.
But the guy's an ice cube, sir.
You'll do what you're told, soldier.
Last time this thing thawed out, he tore a small country in half in less than a week.
Now get the restraints! We're not gonna make the same mistakes the Soviets did.
This living weapon has a job to do.
COLONEL: How do you feel? We know you can hear us.
-We wish to make you an offer.
-I do not make deals with imperialists.
I was created to fight your kind.
That war is over.
We won.
But you have unique knowledge and abilities that we need.
Why should I help you? Because we can give you something in return that I think you'll find intriguing.
-What could that be? -We will make you human once again.
Do not mock me! It cannot be done! Medical science has progressed a great deal since you were altered.
You wish what from me? COLONEL: Your help in cleaning up a mess left by your government.
A Soviet nuclear submarine was abandoned in deep water near Hilo, Hawaii, about 120 miles from Pearl Harbor.
We need you to bring it up for us.
Its position is unstable.
As you can imagine, its reactor and warheads concern us.
You can survive any radioactive toxicity found inside.
You know the Soviet security codes, some of which have been misplaced in your country's recent chaotic evolution.
Why would you trust me to help? We don't.
You have been implanted with a sealed vial of liquid nitrogen.
Betray us, and you shall regret it.
I like dealing with serious people.
Your terms are satisfactory, with one small addition.
-Name it.
-You have your insurance.
I would like some as well.
I require two shipmates to accompany me.
Old friends of mine.
Their names are Wolverine and Storm.
WOLVERINE: Somebody wake me up from this nightmare, 'cause I've got to be dreaming.
Who do these genius spy-catchers think they're dealing with? Winnie the Pooh? They are fully aware, Wolverine.
They also realize what could happen if that submarine's reactor core were to split open.
The liquid nitrogen implant seems a reasonable precaution.
For a Boy Scout! Omega Red eats the stuff for breakfast.
Would you prefer it if I took your place as Omega's hostage? What, and miss all the fun? Not a chance.
I know he's gonna pull something.
And when he does, I'm gonna be ready.
COLONEL: I want to thank you all for agreeing to join our salvage effort.
We all know what's at stake.
You don't have a clue, bub.
Speak when you're spoken to, mister! You come a step closer, pal, and you're gonna eat that hand.
Do not worry, Colonel.
I did not expect old wounds to heal easily, even for Wolverine.
It is a great irony, no? A man whose body is able to heal itself, but whose spirit never can.
-You -Wolverine, no! Cut the phony philosophy.
Let's just do it.
What fairy tale did you tell them to make them trust you? Does it look like they trust me? (GROWLING) Control your anger, Wolverine.
A fight would surely breach the hull.
At these depths, none of us would survive.
Do not worry, Storm.
Life is precious to me.
At least my own life, which this mission shall return to me.
I have been promised my humanity, Wolverine, something you above all others should be able to appreciate.
It can't be done.
Please, Logan, control yourself.
You know small spaces overwhelm me.
You must stay clear-headed if we are to survive.
STORM: I see it! STORM: Mission control, this is the mini-sub Chios.
COLONEL: This is mission control.
Read you, Chios.
Target in visual range.
We see it, Chios, Remember, dock gently.
That ledge could give way at any time.
We understand, mission control.
WOLVERINE: Easy does it, Storm.
If those Soviet wise guys built subs like they built Chernobyl, I don't want to give this one any reason to lose its cool.
-Hey! -I am sorry.
(ALARMS BLARING) These controls are rather vague.
OMEGA RED: Russian saying states: "Any landing you can walk away from is good landing.
" (LAUGHS) We don't.
(WOLVERINE GROWLING) All right, Chios, let's move it.
After you, comrade.
(CREAKING) WOLVERINE: An island vacation with Omega Red, in a toxic nuclear powder keg, three miles underwater.
Yeah, this is pretty much Shangri-la.
-We are inside, mission control.
-Yeah.
COLONEL: Omega Red, systems status.
One moment! Americans, always so impatient! Well, what do you know.
They ought to use this tub in one of those battery ads with the rabbit.
Control rods withdrawn.
All systems operational.
Engage props! (WOLVERINE EXCLAIMING) (STORM SCREAMING) COLONEL: What's wrong down there? Nothing, Colonel.
Just getting our sea legs back.
So let's find a place to park this thing and get out of here! Good work! Now let's bring her home.
Oh, now, Colonel that hardly seems fair.
Don't play with me, mister.
You know we can take you out in a second.
Yes, something about giving me the big chill by activating an implant.
How foolish of me to forget.
I knew it! No! (GROWLING) Let me go, Storm! This guy's playing the whole world for fools! You do not understand! Yes, Logan.
You forget the air inside this vessel is toxic.
For you, but not for me.
He need only tear these suits to stop us both! Your healing powers would eventually help you.
You might survive.
I would not.
Get me the US Naval Command at Pearl.
We have a situation! Code Red! All right, what do you want? OMEGA RED: How kind of you to ask, comrade.
But you have been so generous already.
My own submarine, missiles and the two who froze me powerless to resist.
I don't care if my lungs melt! I'm stopping this guy! (WOLVERINE ROARING) Wind! Repel him! Logan! (WOLVERINE COUGHING) What was I saying about not needing these lungs? I shall get us to the mini-sub! (STORM PANTING) We are almost there! (SCREAMING) Enough! You wish my terms? You, who would offer a living weapon something as pitiful as his humanity? I have programed the missiles, one directed at each of the world's 15 largest cities.
And what I want, Colonel is to watch them burn! BEAST: Like vilified Cassandra, we all may pay a price for Wolverine's foresight.
The craft is rising steadily, but it is still far too deep for us to engage.
Stay with them! Navy planes, submarines and surface ships are all on the way! Have you armed the depth charges? Armed and ready for deployment.
Can't you boys figure out a better way to deal with that octopus than beating up Storm and Logan? It is only a last resort, Rogue.
But given the fact that Omega Red has nuclear missiles, it must remain an option until the Navy gets there.
It is our understanding that the Soviet submersible vehicle must rise to a far shallower depth to successfully launch its missiles.
If we can disable it, perhaps the Navy will find a less deadly alternative.
What do you mean 1O minutes? He could be at launch depth in five! Colonel, your target is a 120 miles from Pearl, and sub-chaser aircraft are just not that quick.
My F-18s will get there faster, but they're not much good unless the sub surfaces.
If your agency had warned us, we would have been better prepared.
My country created many great weapons, but never had the will to use them.
Is it not a great sadness, Storm, to be created never to be used? Weapons do not have feelings.
Oh, if only that were true.
Soon every ship and plane within a 1,OOO miles will be bearing down on us.
Are you so tired of life? On the contrary.
Only someone denied life as I was, for over a quarter of a century, can appreciate it quite so well.
I will launch my missiles and return to the depths of the ocean before any force can reach me.
The world will tumble into chaos and I can choose my time to emerge, ready to pick up the pieces.
(ALL SHOUTING) (COMPUTER BEEPING) Who can be up there so soon? -What was that? -It registered as a depth charge, sir.
I know that, sailor.
But from where? An angry cloud? Radar shows no planes or ships in the area.
Confirmed, sir.
Could be a stealth craft.
Sounds like that got the old boy's attention.
I believe that Omega Red forgot that Wolverine and Storm's microphones are still operative.
OMEGA RED: No anti-submarine plane could have arrived so quickly! BEAST: I doubt our nudging will delay Omega Red from reaching missile launch depth.
OMEGA RED: In a moment the fireworks shall begin.
Now, a moment to level out and we can begin! Launch depth.
(STORM GROANING) (EXCLAIMING) -It will do them no good! -Lightning strike! (GRUNTING) If you can't stop him, at least prepare to take out the missiles! OFFICER: My F-18s will arrive soon, sir.
They can take out the sub's missiles.
But there is the possible problem of warhead override.
Explain! OFFICER: Normally, warheads don't arm until they're near their targets.
But sir, if this maniac can reprogram their arming sequence, they could come out hot.
BEAST: Our instruments indicate Omega Red has reached launch depth.
Any suggestions? Damage him as much as you can with depth charges.
The Navy will arrive soon to help.
But if he starts launching, you must do everything in your power to stop the missiles.
No matter what the cost.
Say goodbye to the world you knew! You cannot launch! Millions shall perish! As they must, so that millions more shall fear me.
There's been a launch! Where are those F-18s? OFFICER: On their way, sir! Still a minute out of range.
BEAST: We are in luck and still alive.
The warheads are in standard pre-armed mode.
Hang on, Hank.
We got four birds left in this turkey shoot.
My missiles! Sailor, I don't register your F-18s yet! Who's knocking out these missiles? OFFICER: Don't know, sir.
BEAST: The missiles' acceleration rate is incredible.
I estimate five seconds until the fifth one is out of range.
Just get me a chance.
-BEAST: Oh, dear.
-Now what? There is no way Navy planes could have arrived so fast.
Someone was lying in wait! It's you X-Men! I know it! (COMPUTER BEEPING) No, impossible! Looks like those Navy boys decided to get of their backsides and join the party.
To paraphrase Cowper, "They delivered us when bound, and when bleeding, healed our wounds, sought us wandering, set us right, turned our darkness into light.
" I was made a living weapon.
They cannot deny me! The warheads.
-OMEGA RED: Hear me! -Navy frequency originating from the submarine.
Fire upon the missiles again, and the Hawaiian coastal cities shall be a memory.
The warheads are armed.
Let them try to stop me now.
That does it.
What do you propose? I'm going fishing.
Rogue! Wait! Even now it is too far down.
You cannot make it! (OMEGA RED LAUGHING) I have no more use for hostages.
(BOTH SCREAMING) (ALARMS BEEPING) Come on, Wolverine! Let us get out of here.
It does not matter! The missiles shall launch.
(GASPING) (COUGHING) Rogue? What is happening? I bent his boat.
(COUGHING) WOLVERINE: Where is he? Something attacked the submarine.
It is listing.
I do not believe it can launch more missiles.
Is he still alive? Perhaps.
STORM: But we are going home.
What? (SCREAMING) No! No! BEAST: Though the immediate threat has passed, I fear much remains unresolved.
Storm's claustrophobic trauma will pass.
I am more concerned about Logan.
His feelings about Omega Red are more personal.
More deeply rooted.
I'm sure he feels he could've done more.
He's out there.
I can smell him.
It was you who launched the warhead.
I rule here! I will not tolerate your endangering my asteroid.
-I renounce you! -You renounce me? Return! You exhausted your power on Genosha, old man.
I have sustained you and I can destroy you! Soon you will fade away into nothing!