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Oh, shut your mouth.

They're here.

What time is it? - Don't know.

I've lost my watch.

A lot of good you are!

Time for some fun.

Look here, a new watch.

And it's got a stopwatch.

I surrender.

WAR ROOM LONDON 1941

That's not what we discussed.

Ask what you like but for Christ's sake, relax.

We still need him.

Anyone fancy an apple? - Later, Tamme.

Stan, you? - Not now.

Six, after shooting that big fat bear, I've got six.

The fat guy? - Yeah, the big fat one.

Don't be stupid, man!

I shot the fat--

Goddammit!

Come on, you bastard.

You said I could go with you this time.

It was last minute.

Always the same thing around here.

These potatoes are sprouting.

Yeah? Then do the shopping yourself.

I've had it!

Not a lot he can tell us with his lungs full of water.

How long now?

One minute, sixteen.

That's enough.

Hey, actually we're all pretty friendly around here.

Yeah, we're all very friendly around here.

Do you want some water?

Alright, get out! - Yeah.

Hey, just try to answer our questions. Please?

Then we can stop all of this. - This is for you.

Just tell him what he needs... Look out!

Damn it! They'll be coming to fetch him soon.

Stan?

Now he's gonna take up less room.

Forget it.

With all due respect.

Your son, Dieter.

Yeah?

I see the resemblance.

KILLED IN ACTION

How? - Shrapnel.

No further information.

Why are you telling me that?

Do you really think I'd betray my country because of that?

This is war.

We've all lost someone.

It's not about who we've lost.

It's about who we can still save.

His name is Franz.

Yep.

The boy was named after his grandfather.

You alright? - No, I'm not alright.

I'm fed up with just doing all of the shopping

and pulling bullets out of people.

I want another job.

He just wants to protect his little girl, that's all.

Leave me alone. - I'm sorry. Hey.

Actually, I've found something that might interest you.

Here...

What's that?

A "B cartridge" I think it said.

I found a whole case of them.

It's just the right calibre.

First a kiss.

Let's see what it can do.

Not really ideal for hunting.

Come on then.

Come on, Fons. Come on, Fons.

Come on.

Yes! The best lefty in Europe, huh?

Come on now, let's hear it.

Oh, come on now, is that the best you can do?

Playing for the biggest club in Flanders?

Come.

Come on.

Is that all?

You'd be better off hunting more and screwing less.

Stan, there's a German car parked in the wood.

Darling?

Your wife, I would presume?

Here...

You can sell it to the Jews.

Where have you hidden them?

Gunther...

Fill up the bath tub.

I've been to the post office.

Still nothing.

You don't suppose something's happened?

I'm sure she would have-- - I've told you

to put that out of your mind.

The mail is intercepted at the French border.

I was thinking...

that little Louis is probably already walking.

Sorry.

We've got a visitor. Come.

Hi.

I need that German's briefcase.

Uh, yeah, uh...

Everything's still in it, so... - And the Fritz?

He's got crucial information

about troop movements in the Ardennes.

Yeah, um...

The Fritz is still in the bath.

You've got to be joking!

His head must be around here somewhere.

Jesus, Stan! This is no laughing matter.

I laughed my head off.

Any news?

I have to tell you that this is a very special mission.

Congo?

Finally get out of these fucking woods.

I've even got ticks on my balls!

But Fritz isn't in the Congo.

Forget it, we're fine right here.

The mission is of vital strategical importance.

We couldn't give a shit. We kill Krauts, that's strategic enough.

Oh! Do whatever you want.

Hey, what do these figures down at the bottom mean?

It's what you get paid.

Hey, Van Praag, you can buy your football team.

Great.

Maybe they'll even let you play again.

Why not?

As long as I'm wearing this around my neck, Fons

it's not going to happen.

Oh, yeah, one more thing...

I forgot to say that the mission would result

in a whole bunch of dead Nazis.

And she would be a lot safer, too.

Right?

BELGIAN CONGO

Alright, wake up, gentlemen.

We're there.

Hey! Bloody hell, man, be reasonable.

Oh, well then.

You shouldn't have got so pissed then, should you?

Alright, there it is, man.

Take a look.

What's up? You're turning green.

I just don't like the water.

I can't swim.

Maybe they have water wings!

Men...

Welcome to Africa.

I told you that it was a special mission.

Come.

Don't touch anything.

Jesus, it stinks.

OK. Men...

For those of you who aren't very good in geography

we are right here...

and our destination is here, America.

The mission's objective...

transporting a cargo of raw materials

of crucial importance to the Allies.

Uranium.

Uranium? - What in God's name is that?

No, I've heard of it. It's used to colour glass.

And those watch hands that light up in the dark

are also made of uranium.

Oh, yeah?

I'd really like to have one of those.

You can't see this one in the dark.

So, we're going on a secret mission

in a German U-boat

so that Roosevelt can tell time at night?

It'll be used to build a bomb.

And not just any bomb

but one that can raze a city to the ground.

Destruction radius of a few kilometres.

The Germans have their top scientists working on it.

The Americans can't lag behind.

The Shinkolobwe mines owned by the Union

here in Congo

are the biggest source of uranium in the world

and Roosevelt has purchased a few tons

in alliance with the Belgian Government.

We just have to get it there.

Yep.

We've got to pilot this ourselves?

You'll get three weeks of training

theory and practice. That's not a lot.

So start studying

cos this is one exam you can't afford to fail.

Right, on deck, 15 minutes.

So we're nothing but a bunch of chauffeurs?

Yeah, well, this is one hell of a limo.

Can you do that somewhere else?

Like behind a curtain?

Uh, don't be such a child. I'm sweating like a pig.

Yeah, Stan.

It's not like we've never seen her in the raw before.

I mean, not...

not in a sexual way or anything, right?

No, like when she was washing in that stream.

Totally, totally innocent, Stan?

And from far way.

Real far, we couldn't see.

We could only see with binoculars.

You perverts!

What?

What's this?

Franz Jaeger, a German captain. He's going to train us.

If you think I'm going to America with a Nazi

then you need to think again.

It's just for training. I'm the captain.

He was the commander of a U-boat from 14-18.

He knows U-boats inside and out.

Stan!

You thinking what I'm thinking?

But there aren't any bathtubs on board.

Good morning, gentlemen.

But since I will not be going with you

I sincerely don't give a shit.

Huh? - Men...

Is that true? - This is a transport mission

not an attack mission. - Oh, yeah?

And if we have to defend ourselves, what then?

We dive, then.

Officers' mess.

Whoa!

Here, the radio room.

This is a 200-watt transmitter.

Command room, this is the heart of the boat.

You might as well get started on the potatoes.

The machine room. - Diesel?

1,200 horse power, at least!

3,200, actually.

This puts my dad's tractor to shame.

It's too far to go?

the last room on the boat.

Jesus!

And so, you men had better brace yourself.

You've got three weeks to learn it.

OK, job assignments.

Stan, as first officer

you will ensure my orders are carried out.

Tamme, Klisse, the engines. Werner, radio and sonar.

Filip and Fons, steering. Van Praag, trim tanks.

OK? Come on. Time for class.

And me? I don't have a job.

Why don't you tell her?

What?

I've made some arrangements.

Um...

When they deliver the uranium

you'll be taken to a nearby plantation by the delivery boat.

It'll be safer there.

You can't just leave me in Africa.

If you think I'm going to-- - You're not going

in this bloody coffin.

An U-boat crew has to work like

a well-oiled machine.

Together.

Pulley...

...pulley system, pulley system, pulley.

This here is the main transmitter control

And that's-- - And that's the receiver.

Guys, this manual is just too complicated!

It's too complicated and in German!

To dive, the air is blown out of the ballast tanks

which fill with water

and to surface it's the opposite.

The water is pumped out

and it fills with air under high pressure.

Got it?

And if you're under water and you have to do

a number two and you flush it

does the shit go to the ballast tank

or straight into the sea?

What? - Stupid, man.

No, that's not a stupid question.

If you don't send it out in the water...

it could...

What, it there something wrong with your stomach?

Oh, come on...

You going in? - Uh, maybe tomorrow.

Suit yourself.

Short, short, short, long...

Short, short, short and long...

And what does that mean?

You...

have really beautiful...

...tits.

You're an idiot.

Is that all you learnt in class?

It's the only thing I remember.

It's our last night together.

Maybe I can make him change his mind.

No, he won't budge.

He also told Mama to leave without me.

Hey. - Mm?

At least we can say goodbye properly.

Yeah, that's true.

Jenga. Toss the rope.

What? You got something against blacks?

I just don't want the banana man touching me, you know?

It doesn't stick. - I don't want to talk about it.

Alright, come on men, let's get started. Come!

Be careful with it!

That chocolate ape is just being too lazy

to make two trips, that's all.

Come on. Get your end.

They are still here

at the same co-ordinates.

We're approaching from the west.

You must not allow them to submerge

until we have arrived.

What's up? - It's a German radio message.

What? Here?

Well, it's VHF and that's, that's line of sight.

Huh?

Well, these radio waves can't pass through trees

or over mountains, so this ship is less

than 100 kilometres from here.

Alright, find the signal again.

Maes, there are ships. - What?

Where? - There.

Damn it. We've got to get out of here.

To America, or what?

Look, they're coming our way, we have no choice.

Oh, but all that we've had is theory!

Practice starts now. Go.

Come on men, hurry up! - We're leaving right now?

Come on.

What's happening, what's all the commotion?

We are leaving now.

We're going to America.

Not knowing how to dive? And where do I go?

You're coming with us. - But that wasn't the deal.

New deal.

For God's sake, think for a moment.

You have 0% chance of survival.

It's suicide and I think you know that very well.

I don't have any alternative.

They've seen you.

The boat is preparing to leave. Over.

OK, understood.

We are in range now, 20 minutes. Out.

OK, understood.

Yes, understood.

Everything is on board. - Hey!

Shit.

Goddammit!

Bloody hell, look, the Kraut killed him!

I didn't mean to do it.

What in the hell are you doing, Stan?

We still need him.

Who else is going to pilot the boat?

Come on!

Keep moving!

I'll have to hold on to this for the old man.

Can I come along or are you still sending me off

with the collaborator?

Stop moaning. It that it? Is everyone below?

No.

That nigger isn't coming?

No, Fons, we're dumping him in the sea.

Take him aft. - Alright, let's go.

Start the engines!

Engines ready!

Rudder 3-10.

I want both machines to proceed slowly.

We don't have enough pressure.

The main valve's half-open. - What?

The main valve's only half-open!

Well, then go open it. - Give me a break.

You mind if I get through, mate?

I don't see anything changing. - Yeah, hang on.

It's starting to rise. The meters are starting to move.

Tamme, we've got reinforcements!

Jenga, machinist.

Yes, yes!

Welcome on board.

Well?

They're still far away

but it's best if we stay out of sight.

Prepare to dive.

Front open ten, back open five.

Yeah.

Flood it.

We're under the water, just like Jules Verne.

This boat is very special, Jenga.

Underwater, not on it.

Under it.

Stan?

Stan?

Listen to this.

It's a strange droning noise.

They're looking for us.

As long as we stay under, there's no problem.

Which was it?

I don't remember anymore.

A leak in the crapper.

Damn it, you lazy ass, do I have to do everything myself?

I'm gonna shove your C3 and your B5

down your bloody throat!

Let him go.

Huh! If pigs had wings...

Shit!

Chlorine gas. Blow the ballast tanks

and sink. Hurry, go low!

Use the flack.

Damn it, he's banking away.

Why isn't he attacking?

Well, then we won't dive.

He has to run short of fuel sometime.

More are coming.

Hurry.

Hurry up, men.

Oh, shit.

Bloody hell, he got him.

Stan!

Stan!

Stan!

Lucky bastard.

You sleep here, right?

Huh? Go ahead.

Go ahead.

That's not going to happen.

Who said that this darkie was going to sleep in here?

Yeah, well, Jenga has worked

ten times harder than you, fatso.

Go sleep in the torpedo room. - Oh, come off it, Fons.

Get going.

Yes, sir.

And take your fish with you.

♪ Die, die, die, little baby ♪

♪ Tatty die, die, aie, aie, aie, aie ♪

Stop.

Uncle Kriechbaum is going

to give you a bath. Huh?

Splishy splashy!

No. - Get your little tootsies wet.

Look how happy he is.

Go look.

In nature, sometimes the size of a particular population

has to be corrected

so that a natural equilibrium can be re-established.

And that is what we take care of.

We are merely restoring...

the balance in nature...

...once again.

And it is so important for him

that he learns... - No, please!

...about balance.

This cannot be right.

What?

What? What can I do about it, you Wiener schnitzel?

This is supposed to be Filip's job.

Whoa, whoa, Stan. No, go easy, stop.

Calm down, let go.

Open tube five!

Ah, a Chinese volunteer for the torpedo test?

Just help me.

Sorry, I only listen to my captain.

So help me, then!

You've made your point, now let me live my own life.

He should keep his paws off your body.

It's my body and it's my business.

You're still much too young for all that.

How old do I have to be before Mr Almighty

gives his permission? 40?

When you're married then you can do what you want.

For now, you must do what I say!

Hm. OK, I agree.

Well, a captain can marry people.

Come.

Come on, guys.

I don't think this is a good idea.

Jaeger!

No! Ignore him!

Damn it.

They might have an U-boat escort.

Come on, move!

Hey. - Go away.

You know, we can hardly hold a wedding party

with an enemy ship in the area.

You could've said "I do" ten times before Stan spotted it.

But he was breathing down our necks.

So what?

Isn't it much better to wait until we're in America?

I love you, you know that.

But Stan...

it's just not easy for him. - He's just a bastard.

Mama would react completely differently.

You have no idea how much I am looking forward

to the day that I will see her again.

The day I can introduce you to her as...

as my husband.

She'll be so proud.

Hey, what's the matter?

Hey.

Hey.

Your mother, she...

What?

Hey...

She's dead, Nadine.

Your mama's dead, I saw her.

Louis too.

But what are you saying? They're still in France.

No.

What?

Stan has...

Well, he's tried to tell you a hundred different times

the truth but...

How do you, as father, tell your daughter

that her mother's dead and her brother's dead, too?

He couldn't bear to see you

falling to pieces in front of him.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Torpedo!

Alarm, goddamn it.

Torpedo, Course 2-2-3, 500 metres.

To your stations.

Two hundred metres.

Fifty metres.

They missed. Hey, they missed!

Silence.

Both engines to full stop.

Psst! Well?

Nothing just yet.

Come with me.

What is that?

Shut the damn thing off.

How is it coming with the torpedo?

We're working on it!

He's behind us.

Come on, guys. - Yeah!

Hurry!

It's now or never.

Done. - OK, OK!

Wait, wait, wait. It's jammed.

What's going on? Shit.

Help me move it! Jenga!

Come on, come on.

Help me get him out!

I need that damn torpedo, right now!

Torpedo!

One hundred metres. Speed, 40 knots.

Left rudder. Come on.

Fifty metres.

Ten metres.

The propulsion is broken.

The rudder won't move. - Can we surface?

Surface.

Hey, guys...

Van Praag...

Van Praag's not looking good.

Alright. Have a drink, buddy.

Come on.

Drink up, mate.

There's no other option.

Yeah, I know.

What?

What?

Are you crazy? Don't ask me.

You're the only one of us with any experience.

Yeah, with cows...

...and with pigs. - Shh.

Fons...

If you don't do it, he's going to die, Fons.

You can't ask me to do that, I won't do that.

Give me any Kraut you want and I'll saw off his leg

or an arm or any other part you want.

But not Van Praag, not that guy.

I could never look him in the eye again.

I could never do that to him.

Sorry, guys. - Come on, Fons.

I just can't do it.

No.

Right.

Tamme, out of the way.

Stop it, Klisse, I'm going to puke.

No, man, come on, drink some more.

Drink. - You need to drink

for your own good.

What do you mean? What are you going to do?

No. Just hold him down. Keep him still.

Stop!

Can you just tie off his leg... - Yeah.

...above the knee?

The rest, hold him down.

Then start sawing at his knee.

Like this? Here?

Yep, come on.

Alright, fine. Go on.

Hold him, for me. - Yeah, OK.

Is everyone ready? - Come on, guys.

Let's do it.

Come on, come on.

Oh, shit!

Werner, the radio.

Can we get away?

Not fast enough. We've only got one engine.

Stan.

Stan?

Come.

This is Captain Max Schultz. Identify yourselves. Over.

This is Captain Franz Jaeger, U-235, 8th fleet.

What's up? Over.

Eighth fleet?

You're miles out of your zone. Over.

We had a little rendezvous with a mine

and want to repair the damage. Over.

A mine?

We'll send you some mechanics, perhaps they can help you. Over.

Thank you, but that won't be necessary.

We've got everything here well under control. Over.

It's no trouble.

We'd be glad to help you.

We're waiting for orders anyway. Over.

OK, come over. We've got some whiskey for you. Out.

What do you think you're doing? You bastard.

You guys. Goddammit, they've lowered a boat.

OK, you take your mate with you.

Nadine, off to the toilet.

Fons, go back there.

Well, comrades.

You chose some real shit weather for your little visit

don't you think?

You can say that again.

Comrades.

So, you had a collision with a mine?

Yeah, we have some damage

but you know how it is.

It's an U-boat, there's always something to repair.

But that can wait.

Not the whiskey. This way.

That's a good idea.

Apparently there's a rogue U-boat in the area.

On the way to the States with a cargo of uranium.

We have to keep our eyes open.

Uranium, you say?

Yeah.

I don't even know what it is.

It seems to be something very important.

Very important?

Whatever the case

that is something that's way above our paygrade, right?

Come on, the whiskey's waiting.

Lead the way.

Oh, Fons.

Shh!

Are we there yet?

Shh, there are some Germans on board.

I've got an itch.

I've got to scratch my right foot, it itches like hell.

Scratch it for me.

It's like it's crawling with ants.

Like that?

Ah. That's nice.

Cheers! - Cheers.

Some damn good whiskey, Jaeger.

Well, I told you so.

How long have you been here?

For quite some time now. We're just waiting for new orders.

That's... that's alright. This is Gerhardt.

He's just coming around.

Quiet!

For God's sake, shut up!

He had an accident. We had to operate.

I can take a look, I guess.

Don't worry about it, he's in excellent hands.

Mayer was a medic, perhaps he can help.

Go take a look.

How about another round, huh?

Be quiet. Come on.

You had to amputate both legs?

Yes, yes.

How and when did it happen?

Um... yes.

So you mean his legs were amputated here onboard?

Yes, yes.

The only thing I can do is...

give him some morphine. - Yes.

I'll go and get it and come back.

I want my legs back!

Where did my legs go?

Alarm, alarm. These men aren't Germans!

They aren't Germans!

No!

Shit.

Are you sure?

It's an impossible shot.

You can do it.

Everybody, come on.

It's only a fuse, only a fuse.

Here we go.

Alright, let's go.

Shh, listen! What is that?

What is that?

Grab hold of something!

Close the hatch.

Klisse!

Klisse!

I'm stuck.

Come on, Klisse, come on.

Klisse, the hatch must be closed.

Klisse!

Come on!

Come on, man!

Klisse.

Klisse, come on.

Come on, this way.

Nadine, Nadine, damn it. No, no, no, no!

Open the door! - Help!

Help!

It's your liver. It's gone right through.

Take this. - Thanks.

Come on, you can do it!

Nadine is locked in.

Just don't panic.

You hear that? That's him.

This is impossible. He will kill himself.

What did it say?

Don't do it, it's suicide.

I'm not going to let another child drown, Fons.

OK.

Ready!

Alright!

Stay calm.

I do.

Nadine!

Come on!

Come on, baby.

Come on, baby.

Come on!

Come on, do your best.

Come on. That's it. Come on.

Come on.

Come on, honey. Come on!

Fight for it, come on!

For Christ's sake, come back!

For once in your life, listen to me.

Fight!

Wake up!

let her go.

No!

Nadine, you're back with us.

My perfect child.

He's, uh...

She's...

They're in the back...

Oh, bloody hell, they did it! She's still alive.

Here...

Sorry. We, um...

Thank you.

Don't let her wait so long the next time...

for an answer.

I promise.

OK.

Bloody hell, he did it.

Mama and Louis...

Shh, Papa...

If you couldn't save them, nobody could.

FOUR YEARS LATER

MIAMI 6 AUGUST 1945

You have him. - Damn, you're right.

Check mate.

Bloody hell.

Come off it.

Hey!

Hi there, sweetie.

Let's go swimming.