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Any Fidelio would do, Koch.
The main thing is that it's plausible.

- I gave you a simple task.
- I will find Fidelio.

- What's going on?
- I was told this was a straightforward,

- non-combat mission.
- What else do you know?

We make a delivery, then we
check out of this war. That's all.

- What are you doing here?
- We need to sail soon.

We all need to muck in. Help Rahn to get
everything boarded. But don't contact

- Command of U-Boats Med.
- It's over between us.

- Where is he?
- In Italy.

I was delayed by an interesting sermon

from a visiting Monsignor.

On the theme of mercy.

My husband played only a small part
in re-uniting the Hoffmanns.

I fear he is hiding something.

What did they ask you?

What could they ask me?

Don't be shy, Mr U-Boat hero!

Going to war with just one engine?
That's shit!

Now it's running. Now it's running.
Yes, it's running again.

You take bridge, Buchner. You'll manage.

Sir.

Alarm!

Shit! It's jammed! Shit!

- Damn it!
- Why hasn't it been cleaned properly.

He's turning, coming again!

We have to down him! Move it!

Rahn, set course towards
the transport ship! Hard to starboard.

Both engines full speed ahead!

Hard to starboard.
Both engines full speed ahead!

Come on.

Berndt. Berndt! Full speed ahead.

That's all we have.
I hope the engines can take this!

Buchner, we'll use that smoke as cover!

- Good. Set new course: Two-seven-four.
- Move it. Move it!

Set new course: Two-seven-four.

He's turned around.
He's heading right towards us!

Reload.

- OK.
- Come on, hurry, move it!

- Gunther, turn to three o'clock.
- What?

The wind is turning.
Turn to three o'clock!

- Three o'clock.
- Come on, move it!

Now!

Take him below and tie him up.

Move it.

Move your ass.

I don't understand.

White flag, this mission.

This mission is outside
the normal prosecution of the war.

You're acting on orders
from High Command?

Rig ship for dive.

Rig ship for dive!

Sorry, we skipped English class.

Give him something to eat and drink.

We're taking a prisoner.
That means you're heading back

to our own forces.
As your second in command...

The only place you're second
in command is in your own head!

And he's not a prisoner.

He's a hostage.

If they intend to make land by morning,
then they'll already be on the move.

We can't wait around
if I'm going to find Kenton in time.

They should be around here.
We head here.

Straight for the invasion force.

Good morning. Did you sleep well?

Too well. I'm running late.

I didn't want to wake you.

I have to go too.

Albrecht, wait. I was thinking...

The NSV center, I don't want to work there.

I don't want to be a part of it.

- What about Herta?
- For that matter...

what if I went there today
and brought her here?

To live with us?

I see. I...

I could start a center of my own,
treat the children properly.

Let's discuss it when I get back, OK?

Bitch.

Yes?

This is he.

Why would I be interested
in a drunken brawl in Kreuzberg?

And this Lange asked for me by name?

PIG

Alright. I'm on my way.

Hello.

Excuse me.

Where is the girl that usually
sleeps in that bed?

I don't know. She wasn't here
when I arrived this morning.

Mrs Schorlau.

Mrs Lessing? You seem flustered.

Yes. The child, the girl
that stayed here. Herta.

- Yes, what about her?
- She's gone.

Yes. She was picked up by a relative.

He arrived in Berlin last night.
An uncle.

Where did he travel from?

Munich. They were catching
the first train home this morning.

I dare say they're nearly there.

A happy ending for such
a troubled child, isn't it?

Was there anything else?

No. Thank you.

Gentlemen...

we are all aware that this war
is entering a critical phase

and that innovation will be a key
element on the road to victory.

You've been invited here today

to hear some of the latest developments
in Navy technology.

The floor is yours,
Sub-Lieutenant Ehrenberg.

I...

I've been asked to update you
on one of our latest projects,

development projects.

If you may.

Fully electrical miniature submarines...

to be employed by the Navy's
new Small Battle Units.

The folders, please.

First slide.

As you can see, the blueprints for the
first prototypes have been completed.

Up here is the dome of the pilot...

Captain Lessing,
your wife wants to see you.

- My wife?
- In the hall.

..Having an approximate range
of eight nautical miles.

Hannie.

Thank you.

Hannie. What's the matter?

- It's Herta.
- Yes?

- I went to the center and she's gone.
- How gone?

Gone! Not there anymore!

There must be an explanation.

I was told an uncle had picked her up.
From Munich.

- I see.
- Remember what Herta said.

No aunts, no uncles.

- That witch lied to me.
- Who?

Schorlau. Something doesn't feel right.

We will definitely look into this. I'll
go through the appropriate channels.

- But right now...
- This is Herta we're talking about.

The child we were going
to bring into our home.

What in God's name could be
more important than that?

Hannie, please.

I can't just sit and wait.

No need to stay.
He tries to run, I'll shoot him myself.

At ease, Lange.

Thank you for coming.

But I knew that you would.

Why?

That's what Hummel told me.

Hummel?

I did two tours with him end of last year.

Then he got transferred on.

His boat got hit off the Azores.
All hands lost.

What a shame.

You remember
Petty Radio Officer Hummel?

Hummel said you'd always help
a good man in a tight spot.

He said there was this time
last year in La Rochelle

where he really thought
he was in deep shit...

And I'm supposed to help you get out of
here just because you knew Hummel?

He said you were smart and had contacts.

Outside the military.

Someone like me hears a lot of things.

I could help you.

Such as?

It's a little hazy but...

you have to understand,
I am monogamous.

I come home for the first time
in over a year,

to find my wife riding another guy.

So what?

So I go to the bar, knock down a few beers

to drown my sorrows.

I overdid it, I'm not going to lie.

And then a guy provoked me.

I saw red. You know how it is.

Anyway, beforehand,

I was in the shitter.
I'd just thrown up and was going back in

when I heard two guys
talking to each other.

Secret, like conspiring.

- About what?
- I don't know for certain.

But it sounded like one of them
was persuading the other one

to do something.
It was 'a matter of life and death.'

- What else?
- He wasn't sure, right?

He said he needed assurances.
He wanted to meet the top man

before he'd kill anyone.

Kill who?

They didn't give any names.

Boy. Then what am I supposed
to do with this information?

You just want to get out of here.
That's all.

They set a time and place to meet.
Figaro.

Fidelio?

Could have sworn it was Figaro.

When? Where?

Treptower Park.
North end of the boating lake. Tonight.

Who will man these boats?

The training will be distinct
to normal U-Boat Service.

It will require smaller recruits.

And gentlemen, due to
the well-known recruiting problems

we will have to rely, for this project,

on the youngest resources.

This is basically a manned torpedo?

As the Chief Engineer explained,

the U-Boat is used to direct
the attached torpedo

and bring it into proximity
before release by its boatman.

The torpedo must be armed first?

- Correct.
- And what if it fails to release?

Kamikaze.

Assuming everything works out
as planned,

what are the chances
of survival of our boatman?

Our estimation is ten percent.

We will put the project,
and all the associated concerns,

for the Führer himself to weigh up
at the next Joint Meeting of the Chiefs.

Whenever that might be.

I will be presenting him with this, as
I'm sure you'll agree, very impressive

- scale model of these designs...
- Captain Gluck?

I have a report of unauthorised file access.

No, definitely Söderbaum.

I saw her in that movie.
She definitely wants it.

I'd fuck Söderbaum.

She'd snap you in half.

Uptight Northern girl.

You want a nice Swabian lass.

Swabians are the best shags in the Reich.

Faces like arses, though.

What did you say?

I said Swabian girls look like
the pigs their fathers breed.

But...

Swabian pigs are a damn good shag too!

I need to speak to you. Privately.

What's up?

Have any of them told you
anything about this mission?

Cremer, we have to decide
what we're going to do.

Would any of the other men join us?

Join us?

If enough could be persuaded,

we could wrest control
of the boat and stop this.

- Do you understand?
- You're not serious?

Yes. Then we need to escape.

Escape? Escape to where?

Somewhere off this boat where we
can report the actions of this crew.

- Report them?
- Yes.

You want to report them?

You wouldn't be on board
the boat if it weren't for me.

Ordinary Seaman Cremer,

you're under my command...

Wake up!

You don't have a command any more!

But there's one thing we all have
in common on this boat.

We've all seen our comrades die
and sink to the bottom of the sea!

And these guys over there
are not going to wait around

until it happens to them.

The war's over for everyone here.

Hans Lange.

May I ask your business here?

These personnel records are
restricted to senior staff.

I'm aware you treat our Headquarters
as your personal fiefdom

but you are an unauthorised visitor.

Gluck. You know exactly
what my authority is, don't you?

I've heard new orders are
in the offing for you.

I don't think that would be
in either of our interests.

And certainly not in Mrs Lessing's.

Should I tell the Reichsführer's
office to expect a complaint?

Of course not. Good old Gluck.

A little bit like La Rochelle,
don't you think?

Oh, and...

I checked the car records
for Saturday night.

Two dockets missing.
Would you believe it?

Heil Hitler.

You know that feeling when you're
looking for a needle in a haystack...

..except you don't even know
what a needle looks like.

Oh, well.

This is not one of those times.

That's your invasion force.

Even if we tried the white flag again...

..we don't know how long it would take
for me to speak to the Admiral.

We have to get nearer.

Best guess?

He'll be at the back of the convoy,

ready to hold a position
a few miles offshore.

So let's assume that a convoy that size
has bigger things to think about

than one clapped-out U-Boat.

Would they even be looking?

Their ASDIC won't work.

They're making too much noise.

So we stay submerged,

sneak underneath the convoy.

And move against its course,
heading for the back.

That's the plan.

Get a bearing on the middle of that convoy.

We scrape the bottom to get there.
Silent running.

Dead slow.

- Take her down to 110 metres.
- Take her down to 110 metres.

I'll kill your hostage!

Nudel.

Bischoff, take care of Nudel.

I'll kill him if you don't
tell me the truth!

You think he'd do it?

I never thought he could do that.

Who is Kenton to you?

An American Admiral.

My father was on good terms
with him before the war.

But he's the enemy now.

Listen, you've got to understand
something.

The war's already lost.

But we need Kenton's help
to end it quickly,

for the Reich's sake.

What are you giving him in return?

Intelligence.

U-Boat tactics, disposition.
Production numbers.

Latest technology.

All of it.

That is indefensible.

Once we've achieved our mission,
then this boat will be scuttled.

We'll be taken prisoner
and the war will be over for us.

That's my agreement with Rahn.

I don't agree to it! I demand to be
allowed to return to the Reich.

- Now.
- That isn't going to happen.

I'll kill him!

OK.

Go ahead.

It won't change anything.

It can't end this way for me.

When I got back to Kiel, I met someone.

Someone you know.

Robert Ehrenberg.

He told me about you,
how nervous you were when you started,

how you made mistakes.
But that you listened and you learnt.

He told me how smart you were, how
cleverly you outwitted that English CO.

He told me how you made
a crew out of this ragtag bunch.

He told me how much you cared
about each and every one of them

and how much they came to trust you.

You know what else he said to me?

He said that you gave him hope.

But there's no hope for any of us
if this war doesn't stop.

Now...

..let me have the knife.

My boat was sunk.

Because of me.

Believe me, I understand.

They're all gone.

There's no way they can hear us.

There's no way they can hear us!

He's right.

We could have a fucking brass band
down here and they wouldn't know!

Who has the biggest mouth in the world?

Mister Prime Minister
of his British Majesty!

Who summons his fleet
at the bottom of the sea?

Mister Prime Minister
of his British Majesty!

In the beginning he started
at once the blockade.

No way young man, how one can err:

The German U-Boat man attacks,

Boy, oh boy, he does not miss!

The German U-Boat man attacks,

Boy, oh boy, he does not miss!

Gretchen...

Lebensborn? Special program me?

I'll be quick.

See you back at the car.

All passable specimens
of German girlhood?

I have a good idea of
Werner's tastes by now.

Anyway, Lebensborn is the best use
for these troublemakers.

You mean like that one
that tried to bite me today?

Herta? Glad to see the back of her.

Nothing.

One more pass.

Fine.

Stop!

I said stop.

Turn around.

Down on your knees!

Mr Fidelio, I presume.

Mrs Gruber.

Good evening.

You may be aware that the continued
prosecution of the war, let's say...

..is proving quite challenging.

My husband and I are sure
that the Reich will prevail.

But it's always sensible
to make contingencies.

The scheme your husband was involved
in to smuggle gold to South America...

Go on.

With certain resources and certain
contacts of my own in The Vatican,

I feel that I could take what was
a humble project and enhance it.

Not for one export but for many.

What I need would be someone with
the connections at the point of arrival.

In Brazil?

Those details were taken care of?

That is my understanding.

Of course, if the use of the route
was to be extended,

I imagine its smooth operation would
require the presence of someone there.

On a permanent basis.

My thinking exactly.

My husband and I were stationed
in Brazil before the war.

Then the role would be tailor-made for you.

It was you who sent us those tickets
to the film premiere.

And arranged for Gustav's arrest.

His predilections gave me a chance
to put you to the test.

And Mrs Gruber...

..you've shown yourself
to be a capable...

..and resourceful woman.

So now that honesty
has broken out between us...

what, if you don't mind me enquiring,
will we be transporting?

Various items of value. For safekeeping,

should the Reich's ability to protect
them come into question. And...

..in time, once the route is
established, I would envisage

making it available to passengers.

Select passengers.

How many people know about this?

As few as possible.

So you, I imagine, wish to know
who else had any prior knowledge

of our little Lisbon Line.

Weiss is dead,

Captain Hoffmann
is sadly no longer with us.

There's Forster.

I don't think we need worry about him.

Then only one other.

Klaus Hoffmann.

The Captain's son.

Forgive me.

- Duty calls.
- Of course.

Make sure Mrs Gruber
is fully accommodated.

Completely.

We've arrested Gluck.

Champagne.

Hannie?

Salerno Bight? How many craft?

Thank you.

I am Obersturmbannführer Koch.

So many Führers.

No wonder we're losing this war.

I'm sorry that the first time we
meet is in these circumstances.

Then release me

and I'll buy you a drink at the Kempinski.

If only. But I would certainly prefer
our necessary business here

to be concluded as quickly
and as comfortably as possible.

The names of your associates.

The nature of any conspiracies
you are party to.

An actionable confession
of your treasonable intent.

Let me assure you I will do everything
I can to protect your reputation,

once we have completed
the formalities and passed sentence.

Your prior service to Germany
will be recognised by posterity.

Posterity?

Have you any idea how ridiculous you are?

Another wannabe Führer.

Do what you like to me,
as long as I don't have to sit

and suffer the stench
of your verbal diarrhoea any more.

You wanted Fidelio and here I am!

But I'm not even going to tell you
the name of my bloody dog!

I can not begin to tell you

how liberating it feels
to let you know that.

- You've heard the news?
- Is everyone here?

Not everyone.
You haven't heard the other thing?

- What other thing?
- Fidelio has been exposed.

You're certain?

They're holding him
in Prinz-Albrecht-Strasse.

- The charge against him?
- Treason.

Fidelio is real. And it's Gluck.

You're a very good dancer, Gretchen.

So and now... oops.

Now turn around for your uncle.

Now the other way round.

Herta!

Are you OK? Let's go.