[from trailer]

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz: While I was gone, they set the world on fire. It wasn't a war anymore; it was a remaking. Some losses are inevitable. Some... unthinkable. Now they've built a new world. Armies of steel and thunder. They're rewriting history. But they forgot about me.

[from trailer]

Wilhelm 'Deathshead' Strasse: You call me Deathshead, I don't like it. I'm a happy man, you see?

Caroline Becker: Fuck me. B.J. Blazkowicz, I should've known. Only you would be dumb enough to do a daytime entry.

Caroline Becker: Caroline. You're alive.

Caroline Becker: If you call shitting in a bag living. Three pulverized vertebrae. You?

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz: Head trauma. Four inches of cast iron shrapnel right in the conk, still in there.

Caroline Becker: Severed colon, septic shock, shattered Pelvis.

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz: Memory loss, flashbacks, 14 years in a loony bin

[last words]

Wilhelm 'Deathshead' Strasse: So... gullible.

[laughs and sets off a grenade, blowing up and killing Deathshead and wounding B.J. in the process]

Anya Oliwa: It's 1960.

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz: [Ponders for a second] 1960?

Anya Oliwa: Yes. You've stayed with us for 14 years. It's 1960.

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz: I've gotta find a way to contact the US Military. Let them know that I'm alive and well and ready to report for duty.

Krzysytof Oliwa: Oh, no, no, no. There's no more war.

Anya's Grandmother: It's over, no more military.

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz: The war ain't over. Look at all of the Nazis running around.

Krzysytof Oliwa: They won.

Anya's Grandmother: Yes, the Nazis rule the world now, they are everywhere. Everywhere.

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz: What about the US?

Anya Oliwa: The US? They've... what's the right word

[In Polish]

Anya Oliwa: To Surrender?

Anya's Grandmother: Surrender, surrender.

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz: [In disbelief] They surrendered?

Krzysytof Oliwa: Because of the... booooooooom.

[makes a booming gesture with his hands]

Anya's Grandmother: Yes. Atom bomb.

Anya Oliwa: The US surrendered 12 years ago when the Nazis Atom bombed their country.

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz: [In disbelief still] Then, I'll find the resistance. I'll find them and I'll help them fight.

Anya's Grandmother: No, no, no. More, resistance. Everyone is captured. If they live, the Nazis have them, and who can say who keeps them?

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz: Sometimes Christmas... sometimes birthdays... sometimes mayhem, suffering and death... sometimes you just need to feel... something good.

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz: [First lines]

[B.J. is in a flying bomber sleeping]

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz: In my dream, I smell a barbecue

[the scene goes to B.J.'s dream where he;s laying in a lounge chair in a backyard with a mysterious woman attending to a grill]

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz: children, a dog, and I see someone. I think I see someone. These things, none of it for me. I move by roaring engines, among warriors. We come from the night.

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz: It's the break of dawn: July 16, 1946. Everything's gone to shit. The Nazi War machine is advancing at an astonishing rate. We can't catch up, our tactics are failing, outclassed and outgunned, and no-one knows why. People are getting desperate. Not me, I'm here to see an old friend and settle a score.

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz: Here's how this is going to work. I'm gonna ask you one question. You're gonna answer that question in a way *I* find satisfactory and if you do not, I'll saw your head off with this here appliance, you hear me? So here it comes: Where are you people keeping the captured resistance fighters?

Fredrich Keller: I'm sure, I don't know what you're talking about. There *is* no resistance.

[B.J. then pulls the priming cord on the chainsaw, but the chainsaw doesn't activate, Keller laughs]

Fredrich Keller: [In German] Fuck you and fuck your so-called resistance!

[B.J. then gets the chainsaw to work and grazes the teeth of the chainsaw by Keller's neck]

Fredrich Keller: [In German] No, no.

[In English]

Fredrich Keller: Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay! I'll tell you, dammit! What do you want to know?

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz: The resistance fighters, where are they?

Fredrich Keller: Berlin. Eisenwald Prison. But, you'll never make it. There are checkpoints everywhere, looking for you, looking for you and the nurse. Soon, they will find this place, and you will be on your kneeeeeeeeeeeees!

[B.J. then uses the chainsaw to cut Keller's head off]

Wilhelm 'Deathshead' Strasse: So long since I practised my English. It's a dying tongue

[Walks towards Blazkowicz]

Wilhelm 'Deathshead' Strasse: You, I've seen you before. Oh, such a resilient specimen. With you, I can do great things.

[Walks towards Fergus and Wyatt and leans down to look at Wyatt]

Wilhelm 'Deathshead' Strasse: I like the eyes on this one.

Fergus Reid: Don't you fuckin' touch him.

Wilhelm 'Deathshead' Strasse: [Leans towards Fergus] I like yours too.

[Walks towards Prendergast who has a bandage over his eye, wipes his hand on Prendergast's head and smells it]

Wilhelm 'Deathshead' Strasse: Not this one, somebody broke it already, it's a shame.

[Opens his briefcase and pulls out a scalpel]

Wilhelm 'Deathshead' Strasse: Captain Blazkowitcz, help me make a choice. Which one of these 2 varieties will best support my research? I have inadequate room for samples, should you decline my appeal, I'll put a scalpel in them and we'll be here all day. I'll make things, simple. All you need to do is look to the one, you will have me dissect.

Wilhelm 'Deathshead' Strasse: [Blazkowicz chooses Wyatt] Yes. An astute selection: Young, unspoiled, fresh, tender samples with fatty tissues intact.

Probst Wyatt III: You will save me, will ya' sir. I know you can do it. Sir?

Wilhelm 'Deathshead' Strasse: [Blazkowicz chooses Fergus] Really, this one? I would have elected the other but I would deter your preference, Captain Blazkowicz.

Fergus Reid: It's okay, Captain. This is a war: people die. My time is up, that's all.

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz: [Looking at the display at the London Nautica] Okay, okay. So you put a Nazi on the Moon. Fuck you, Moon.

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz: When I was a kid, the Red Tide was rising. Went into the water on account for disobeying my father. Felt like my skin was on fire, like my skin was on fire.

[last lines]

Radio: [as a wounded B.J. crawls to safety] Blazko? Do you read? Am I clear to fire?

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz: You're clear.

[cut to credits]

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz: Fergus. I need the keys to the Archives. You got 'em?

Fergus Reid: Yeah. Hang on.

[Puts his boot down and then tries to open the drawer but the drawer gets stuck]

Fergus Reid: Fuck, fuck, fuck!

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz: You okay, Fergus?

Fergus Reid: I'm gettin' old, Blazkowicz. I don't know how much long I can keep doing this.

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz: We'll be alright, we can still get the job done.

Fergus Reid: Aye. For how much longer?

[Grabs a knife to try to open the drawer]

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz: What is this about, Fergus?

Fergus Reid: I don't know. Nothing. Everything. It's about that boy godammit: Private Wyatt.

[Sits in his chair]

Fergus Reid: He should be here, instead of me. He was young, he had a potential. He could've given us a future. You and me, we're 2 fuckin' mummies from the past. Running on nothing but willpower.

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz: I made the wrong choice.

Fergus Reid: Well that's fuckin' obvious, isn't it? I was ready to die, I would've done it gladly. I worked my ass off to save the boy, Blazkowicz and you fuckin' pissed it away on a whim. Remember Prendergast? That fuckin' kid, he could've endured anything. Now he's gone, they're all fuckin' gone, and you're stuck with this useless fuckin' skeleton. Fuckin' tell me, what's the long term solution eh, who's gonna take over when we're too old and battered to strap on the holsters anymore?

[Takes the knife and opens the drawer and takes the key and hands it to B.J]

Fergus Reid: Now get the fuck out. I need a nap.

[closes his room door]

Wilhelm 'Deathshead' Strasse: [while fighting B.J] Die, Allied Schweinehund!

Wilhelm 'Deathshead' Strasse: [shortly after Blazkowicz puts his friend out of his misery, Deathshead appears] You perplex me, Captain. But you do not scare me.

[Deathshead then attacks Blazkowicz]

Prendergast: [after helping Blazkowicz into the bomber] Sir? What's the score, Cap?

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz: Do or die, son. Same as always.

Prendergast: Oorah, sir.

Blondie: You a believer, Prendergast?

Prendergast: Southern Baptist.

Blondie: You go to church every Sunday?

Prendergast: Yeah. Why, you got no churches in England, you got no Priests there?

Blondie: Yeah. Well the Nazis are sort of bombing them at the moment, so it's a bit of a problem.

Set Roth: [observing a dead inmate still being beaten by Frau Engel] This woman. I knew her well. Resilient. A will of iron. Her family all gone, all of them and yet... Faith. Faith kept her going. I, I cannot believe with such certainty. For me, in everything, there must be doubt. Otherwise, there's no room to question, to learn.

[sighs]

Set Roth: This place. This is the fruit of unquestioned, ferocious conviction. This is where absolute certainty leads.

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz: [Frau Engel blows whistle, Herr Faust collects the body] Yet you are a believer.

Set Roth: I often wonder what kind of God would sanction suffering such as this, and I question myself whether my faith is misplaced.

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz: Maybe he's testing us.

Set Roth: Well, Shimshon, if he is testing us, we are failing gloriously.

Wilhelm 'Deathshead' Strasse: Ah! Like Prometheus, I steal fire from the gods. The hammer of Thor is my shield. Beautiful!

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz: Steel. Stone. Concrete for miles. I wonder if there's anything in this world worth saving. Desolation. Tyranny. Enemy of endless might. I wonder if I have any friends left standing. It comes down to it, I'll fight alone. But I'll promise you this: friends, if this is where they're keeping you. I will find you, and set you free.

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz: Wyatt. I need the keys to the Archives. You get 'em?

Probst Wyatt III: Yes. I think so.

[Wyatt gets up from his chair and then drops Dogtags]

Probst Wyatt III: Perfect, just gosh dang perfect.

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz: What do you got there?

Probst Wyatt III: Dogtags. Wing Commander Fergus Reid from the Royal Airforce. I took those off of his dead body, and wanted to return them to the RAF, but then there was no RAF.

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz: Best damn pilot and a hell of a soldier.

Probst Wyatt III: I'm not cut out for this, you know.

Probst Wyatt III: Not cut out for what?

Probst Wyatt III: This. Everything, I was only 18 years old and suddenly the war was lost. Everything good in the world died, somehow *I* was supposed to pick up the pieces, keep the resistance going and take on the whole gosh darn Nazi Empire. You think I was ready for that kind of responsibility? My ignorance has gotten so many good people killed. Remember Private Prendergast? You know, that guy can survive anything, so tough.Well, I got him killed, sent him out on a mission and never came back. I just didn't know any better. Wing Commander Fergus Reid, he would know what to do. He could've saved so many.

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz: I made the wrong choice.

Probst Wyatt III: [Becoming angry] You have a made a stupid choice, yes you did ! You have let a boy in charge of a man's work. I should've died on that day, Captain. On that slab and Fergus Reid should've lived.

[Calms down]

Probst Wyatt III: I'm not a child anymore, Captain. I know when mistakes are made.

[Picks up the Archives key]

Probst Wyatt III: Here.

[Hands the key to B.J. and pushes him out of his room and closes it]

Probst Wyatt III: Leave me alone now, you hear!

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz: Inhale. Count to four. Exhale.

Wilhelm 'Deathshead' Strasse: I am a liberator! No longer must we serve the filthy parasite. No longer need we gaze upon his waddling gait polluting the purity of our bloodline. No longer will we tolerate his primitive brain and violent impulses. Oh, terrorists. Do you not see that my cause is just? Do you not see that there is no place for you in this world?

Fergus Reid: [From Trailer] General Deathshead is nearer to us now than he's been in years. We eliminate the general, we cut the head off the kraut war machine.

William 'B.J' Blazkowicz: General Deathshead. Today he's teaching me a lesson. I've seen suffering and death, people maimed and tortured. Thought I'd seen it all, but I'd never seen true cruelty... until now.

Wilhelm 'Deathshead' Strasse: People like you. All you peddle is death and destruction. I would ask you to consider: in the end we will be judged. Not by what we have destroyed... but what we have created.

[the robot implanted with BJ's comrade's brain comes to life]

Wilhelm 'Deathshead' Strasse: Can you grasp the splendor of it? The intelligence of the human brain, amalgamated... with the efficiency... and OBEDIENCE... of the machine.