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I'll send word that you have
the required information.

- And for Admiral Kenton to expect you.
- Me?

- Why did you take all the cigarettes?
- No, no, no.

There's another person who knows.

Hoffmann.

They're closing in on me.

Even my own sister suspects me.

Father's manuscript.

- In case I don't come back.
- You must.

I thought I'd better get one of my own
people close to Hoffmann.

He's leaving.

Tonight, after the radio show.

Then arrest him.

- Yes, Sir.
- He'd better not escape.

You didn't ask how it
went with Mrs. Schorlau.

Did Koch's letter work?

He's obviously got
influence with Werner.

Sub-Lieutenant Buchner
and Ordinary Seaman Cremer reporting.

How do I even know you are
who you say you are?

I'm a qualified CO and ranking officer.

I'm taking command of this boat.

Take him to the torpedo room.

This is my boat.

That's what it is.

Where's Hoffmann?

Go, go, go!

Come on.

Where is Hoffmann?

Need I ask?

The car was a decoy.

It was found abandoned by
the side of the road.

It proves Hoffmann has
something to hide,

and that others are helping him.

Fidelio must have smuggled him out.

And where to?

Not much use to us if we don't
know his current whereabouts.

I gave you a simple task.

Notify the relevant parties

that the Lieutenant Commander's
tenure with the SS

is ending by mutual consent.

I'll get straight onto it.

You can't do that.
Assurances were made to me-

Like you assured me
that you'd bring me Fidelio?

If I go back into Navy High Command
at Kiel, I'll be ostracised at best.

- At worst, they'll...
- There's another option.

A U-Boat veteran
returns to service for the Fuhrer,

ignoring the incredibly low
odds of survival these days.

What a boon to the recruitment
drive that would be.

I will find Fidelio.

You have until your new orders come in.
And no longer.

It's late.

Tomorrow's Sunday.

I've got an early start.

I'm so glad
you could make it on a Sunday.

What can you tell us?

Since Mussolini's departure,
the British now occupy the South,

the American invasion
is expected any day,

and the Church's position
is complicated.

Italy, and the ancient monastic
routes through it are no longer secure.

Then what, if you don't mind me
asking, are you doing here?

The Bishop wishes me to
inform you that

he wants to continue assisting
his fellow German Christians.

But how?

As you can see,
during my time in the East

I have acquired
not inconsiderable possessions.

Italy might be closed for the moment,

but the Church has many more
monasteries and routes.

I have been piecing together
an alternative route.

One by which goods, possessions
and ultimately people,

with the Church's imprimatur,
might pass safely.

But pass through where?

Portugal.

Sounds good.

Given the current state of retreat,

we need to be prepared for the worst.

And all of this stuff needs to be
gone by Christmas.

It's... a fine piece.

Take it over here.

Several of my closest colleagues

from the Task Force East
are coming tomorrow.

They'll find it inspiring.

I've been invited to celebrate mass at
St Hedwig's this morning.

My car's just outside.

You have a remarkable home.

Thank you.

And it didn't cost that much.

Koch.

I dined with Reichsführer Himmler
last night, Koch.

He told me
there are rumours of a new conspiracy.

In the Navy.

But not Dönitz?

Never.

Who then?

All we know is
he goes by the name Fidelio.

He also told me
it's making Der Fuhrer jumpy.

He's cancelling meetings
and conferences.

Strategies, key decisions,
all left hanging.

He's suspicious of everyone.

You need to find this Fidelio
before they begin to look at us.

I'm doing my best.

Any Fidelio would do, Koch.

The main thing is that it's plausible.

So get on with it.

Chop, chop.

I said the food, cigarettes
and munitions stay here with me

and my men, Breitner.

You might have friends in high places,
Rahn,

but I know what you and your crew are.

That's as may be.

Since they only sent one truck,
take the cigarettes and food.

But the ordnance must go.

I'm the ranking officer.

Half of it in the shed for the invalids,
the other in the boat.

Hey!

Hey! What are you doing?

Show some dignity. All of you.

Here for you.

And here, for you.

Go now.

Leave them alone.

Okay, Sal.

Lieutenant Klaus Hoffmann.

Oberleutnant Breitner -

acting CO of the Naples
Refuelling Depot...

for another forty minutes.

You didn't bring any trucks, did you?

One truck to ship out an entire station!

I asked for ten.

I ask myself whether they have
anything to do with that.

Aren't they our allies?

About a month ago
he appeared out of nowhere.

Now he seems to run the whole docks.

Since then they won't
lift a finger to help us.

They're just not afraid of us anymore.

I was actually looking for U-330.

Petty Officer Rahn?

Where can I find him?

Over there on the right, in the shed.

Watch your back with that bastard.

Petty Officer Rahn?

So it was Hoffmann the Hero
we were waiting for all along?

- We still get the German newspapers.
- Just Kapitänleutnant Hoffmann.

Who are these men?

Your crew.

Or they were.

Gastroenteritis. Dysentery.
Whatever it is,

it's bad.

It's coming out from the front and the
back. Six have already died from it.

Are all of the crew sick?

Nearly.

What about you?

Guts of steel.

Must be the three years I did in Moabit.

I'll need ten men at least
to sail the U-Boat.

That'll be difficult.

And we need to set sail today.

Impossible.

I'm attempting the impossible.

I've got five, a couple of Matrosen,

a torpedo man, a hydrophone
operator, a navigator, and me.

And then there's a diesel mechanic.
He'll have a lot to do.

One diesel tank is leaking,
and the other's also out.

Chief Engineer? XO? 2nd Watch
Officer? E-engine mechanic?

You see - impossible.

But I can turn my hand to most things.

There's some kid Oberleutnant
in the torpedo room

who says he's a CO.

I don't trust these Mürwik rookies,
especially not on this mission.

But you're welcome to take a look.

- What about a gunner?
- There isn't even any ammunition.

We need ammunition
and we need a gunner!

- Rahn, what's going on?
- I might ask you the same.

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.

That's all I want to know.

But you should know that this delivery

is going directly into the heart
of the enemy.

We need guns to protect ourselves.

Breitner?

We'll take some of that
ammunition after all.

For the eight-eight
and the 20 millimeter gun.

Says who?

Hoffmann the Hero.

And guess what -
he's the ranking officer!

Would you like to see your U-Boat, sir?

After you.

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

Herr Kaleun.

Röhrle at your service.

Torpedo mechanic,
but knows his way around the pumps.

Ordinary Seaman Carsten,

- hydrophone.
- Can handle the 20mm too.

Bischof, navigator.
And rudder operator.

What about the Sub-Lieutenant
and the Diesel mechanic?

Down there.

This way.

It really has been decommissioned.

Ordinary Seaman Nudel.

Nudel?

How'd you get that name?

I was seeing this Italian girl
and they think that I-

We heard
she was very fond of his "noodle."

Said he was the full cannelloni,
not some little macaroni - eh?

What's your post, seaman?

Radio operator.

Not much use of that on this boat.

He can operate the hydroplane as well.

What about our guests?

This is an outrage! The enemy

- is preparing a huge-
- Easy, boy.

The CO's arrived.

You can explain it to him.

You?

What are you doing here?

What happened to your boat?

It sank.

All dead except us.

- I'm sorry.
- We need the diesel mechanic,

but this one's lost it.

Didn't you hear what I said?

The enemy are coming.
We must report-

We know. But we can't report it.

Not yet.

But we are going to do
something about it.

Are you both up to helping us?

Aye, sir.

We could do with another watch officer.

Yes.

Okay then. We need to sail soon.
We'll all need to muck in.

Help Rahn get everything on board.
But don't contact U-Boat Command Med

or you'll jeopardise the mission.
Understood?

Petty Officer,
you get the engines up and running.

- But sir I'm only an ordinary seaman.
- Consider yourself promoted.

Take care of the one
that's not totally fucked up. Go!

Aye sir.

Go to the bridge. I'll be right there.

Where do we find our gunner?

Last I heard, he was in jail.

I expect he's still there.

How are we going to get him out?

Well...

Finest Army Beef.

- Asshole, I don't speak German.
- Finest Army Beef.

Have you gone mad?

What are you doing here?

Get in the car. We need to talk.

What is this about?

I think you know.

Your brother.

You knew, didn't you.

We had a deal, damn it.

I get information,
and you get protection.

I told you that
he doesn't tell me anything.

Maybe you were wrong about him.

Like I was wrong about you.

What's that supposed to mean?

I know who you are.

What you and your men did.
In Lorient.

Cuxhaven, La Rochelle.

Let me guess.

Gluck.

Your godfather has been
feeding you these lies.

- Information is all you ever wanted.
- Hannie.

You don't really believe that...

You said that Klaus
and my father had an argument.

- Just before his death.
- Yes.

Klaus says that's not true.
I believe him.

It's over between us.

Where was he going?

He didn't tell me.

Tell me, or I'll tell your husband
everything! Every detail.

Everything you've done to me.

Every last thing
I was supposed to do to you.

- You dirty bastard.
- Where is he?

Where is he?

- Where is he”?
- Italy.

Italy!

They gave him a new command.

Why would they
give him a new command

if he is what you say he is!

I know what he is.

I know what you all are!

Let's go.

Mrs. Gruber.

Heil Hitler. You summoned me?

Yes. Sit down please.

I hope you haven't been
waiting too long.

I was delayed by an interesting
sermon from a visiting Monsignor.

On the theme of mercy.

And did the sermon inspire
you to speed my husband's release?

I would be delighted to tell
you that it had...

I fear he is hiding something from us.

Really?

No. I find that hard to believe.

You'll be aware that the SS has
a certain reputation for being

efficient in extracting information.

He won't have to suffer anymore?

I hope not.

Of course, I can't
legislate for his fellow inmates.

Your husband served his country,

and I would like to prevent him from
being treated like a common criminal.

Maybe you can help me.

Get through to him.

I really have no idea how I ...

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

That's not what I mean.

The missing bars of gold.

What's happening?

When am I going to get out of here...

I'm doing my best, darling.

It isn't enough.

I can't take this.

You don't know how
they treat people here.

They treat people like animals.

Your wounds appear to be healing.

Did they hurt you again?

Good.

What if they send me away?

- To one of those camps...
- You can't think about that.

Darling...

What exactly did they ask you?

About Lisbon?

Lisbon?

Nothing.

What could they ask me?

Probably nothing.

But if they do...

stick to our story.

And if they hurt me?

I won't let that happen.

I promise you.

Nightingale...

Hoffmann...

I have been informed.

And you claim no knowledge
of his clandestine departure to Naples?

Naples?

Who told you that?

Knew nothing of it until this morning,

and nothing of his destination
until now.

Why don't you contact
Command of U-Boats Med

to ascertain his whereabouts?

It just so happens the Naples office

was closed just this morning.

I've left word in Toulon for
when they arrive there.

That might take days.

But I'm sure there's a perfectly
reasonable explanation...

We both know what that means.

Only someone at the highest security
level could have done it.

Someone like you?

Perhaps you're sharing
this information with me

precisely to hide your own guilt.

If only I was that Machiavellian.

There is a reasonable
explanation for all this.

That Hoffmann's being protected...

By Fidelio,

a traitor at the heart of the Navy.

I tell you one thing, Gluck.

Whichever one of you Fidelio is...

I will expose him, and then everyone he
cares about will pay the price.

About that, I have no doubt.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

- I have work to do. Even on a Sunday.
- Cars.

Come again?

I want to see the movement orders
last night

for all our non-official cars.

Of course. But cars are allotted
for the whole weekend.

The records are in the safe.

The administrative staff
won't be back until tomorrow.

Come back then.

You can count on it.

Heil Hitler.

So, what's so important?

No one leaves my wife's vongole half
eaten without a very good reason.

You're currently holding
a German sailor.

My friends here would like him back.

The blondie?

That guy is an animal.

He put one of my guys in the hospital.

What are you doing helping
these bastards, Sal?

Not everyone's got their wife's
vongole to eat.

There's no food,

and these German bastards

are willing to give us food.

Then I want a piece myself.

For my man who's in the hospital.

And the administrative charge.

Okay. That's why we're here.

Tell me.

Fifty kilos?

Gunther Maas?

Sir?

What the hell?

Long story.

And you?

Long story to Naples,
short story to the clink.

They've got this lemon drink here.

The first bottle makes you happy,
but after two it makes you sad,

and after four it makes you crazy.

Can't remember a thing.

I owe you.

You don't owe me anything.

That makes nine crew.

If you want to sail today.

See I get my cut.

And I heard you say
something about cigarettes.

I'll make sure you and your wife
live to enjoy your vongole next week.

That's your cut.

The Duce was right

about you motherfuckers.

Hello.

Hello Herta.

I saw you sitting here.

Mind if I...

How are you?

Sundays are always weird.

When I was your age, Sunday was
the day I wasn't allowed to sail.

I used to hate that.

What are you doing here today?

Well...I could pretend
I was just passing, but...

actually, I came to give you this.

'Little Women'?

The Navy gave to my
husband has its own library.

Would you believe that?

I found the book in there
and I thought...

A library...

Would you like to see it some time?

Mrs. Gruber.

Thank you. Forgive me.

I had no idea.

Of course not.

It must come as a terrible shock.

To learn of these things in this way...

A plan to steal the Reich's gold
and smuggle it into South America..

My Gustav?

Still waters run deep.

And this line?

'The Lisbon Line'.

That was his name for it.

But, from what he told me,

and there's no reason to doubt him,

Weiss and Forster clearly
were the ringleaders.

My husband is easily influenced.

You shouldn't judge him too harshly.

The Monsignor reminded me
only this morning that mercy triumphs.

Heil Hitler.

Enter.

Sir. You asked to see me?

- I'm sorry I summoned you.
- It's fine.

I was here anyway to discuss the
last details with the model maker

for the presentation tomorrow.

Ah, your classified project...

Two vehicles taken out in your name.

For what purpose? Think carefully
about your answer.

- I don't remember.
- Please don't treat me like a fool!

You used these cars to get
Hoffmann out, didn't you?

I had no choice. There was no time.

You took him to the airfield?

Did you know where he was going?
Or why?

- No...
- Who ordered this?

I can't tell you.

I seem to underestimate the charms of
the basement on Prinz-Albrecht-Straße.

I'm surrounded by people
who want to die there!

You, Hoffmann...

Doesn't he realise that this
only proves there is a conspiracy,

that he's putting his sister
and Lessing in terrible danger?

And now that I know it, me as well?

Tell me why, Ehrenberg.

Let me understand why you would
take these insane risks.

La Rochelle...

Remember when I told you
what really happened

with Tennstedt, Wrangel, the mutiny?

Or course I remember.

I wanted to put right what
happened on U-612

and what I didn't prevent from happening
because I was a coward.

But you, you wouldn't let me.

But when Hoffmann
asked for my help last night...

For me, there was no alternative.

Even though it meant
involvement in a treasonous plot?

- I know it is the right thing to do.
- Why?

I'll show you.

Our secret weapon.

This is what we've become.

- Albrecht.
- Heinrich. Take a seat.

Thanks.

I had to inform you as soon as possible.

You need to be conscious of the danger

Klaus's actions have put
you and Hannie in.

Once again...

But now you're in danger too.

I swore to protect Hannie the day
she was baptised...

As Schulz seems to be intent to act
as ruthless as possible,

it would be best if Fidelio was
identified and arrested.

Maybe then that damage could be limited.

And over there's the library.

Uncle!

My dearest uncle.

How marvellous to see you.

Albrecht, we have a very special guest.

Herta, this is my husband.

Hello, Herta.

Hello.

Albrecht Lessing.

And this is my Godfather and Uncle,
Navy Captain Heinrich Gluck.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Will you stay for lunch?

That would make me very happy.

Yes, gladly.

Of course I'd love to.

I remember the day...

you stole the boat.

I didn't steal it, I borrowed it.

Well, when you borrowed that dinghy...

Thank you - you raced the boys
across the bay.

Girls, of course,
weren't allowed to race...

We'd never seen anything like it.

She gave them all a head start
and picked them off one by one.

You won?

- No, I was disqualified.
- Yes.

But Klaus smuggled me onto
the podium and handed me

the trophy for everyone to see.

Your father didn't know
what was happening.

Klaus is your brother?

He is a U-boat commander.

Where is he now?

He's abroad at the moment.

What about you, Herta?

You have a brother?

No. It was just my parents and me.
No cousins,

no aunts. No uncles either.

Do you have children?

We would have liked children, but...

it wasn't meant to be.

But I'm still grateful for what I have.

You said you like books.

Then you should know that Hannie's
late father wrote a famous memoir.

There must be a copy somewhere.

Albrecht.
Even Papa thought that book was a bore.

In that case, why don't you choose
some books for yourself?

- Anything you want.
- I'd love to!

Come with me then.

Come on.

Impressive girl.

Yes, I think so too.

She has spirit, despite
everything that's happened to her.

Yes.

This war has tested all of us

but it's the young who bear the brunt,

and who'll have to pick up the pieces.

Do you think that the war will end soon?

Klaus thinks so.

You should know...

U-612, his first tour as CO...

Yes...?

When the boat was already at sea,

the decision was made
to reassign the boat.

A non-standard mission.

Because of that,
there was a mutiny.

A mutiny?

Klaus lost control of his own ship,
and they abandoned him in the open sea.

Everything that happened -
New York, Lisbon - came from that.

From my decision to
pass on this new order.

What's happened to Klaus is...
a tragedy.

A tragedy which I'm to blame for.

If I'd known where it would lead,

how much it would hurt the family,
but especially you...

Uncle?

I'm fine.

Just a spot of bronchitis...

The file about Schulz...

I had to let you know.

Uncle, I've been such a fool.

Hannie.

Again.

- It still won't start!
- Kicking it's not going to help.

You got a better idea?

It's fucked. Just fucked, really fucked.

What is the problem?

The fuel supply.

Let's fix this one
until it's working,

then you take care of the other one
on the way.

Going to war with just one engine?
That's fucked up.

Told you there's no use in kicking it.

Now it's running.

Now, now, now! Here we go.

And I told you there's
a lot of dirt in there!

Yeah!

You can take care of
the other one right away!

No, you'll do that later.
We need help on the ropes!

Rahn? Control room.

Hey, squirt,
you need more muscles, like me.

That's not muscle,
that's raclette, you fat bastard.

Do you think they have dumplings
for him in America?

Nudel, you've got more of
a dumpling in your pants.

Cannelloni my ass!

But Yankee women
don't want dumplings -

they like everything 'biiiig,'

like their skyscrapers.

Stop it, you Swabian wild boar.

America?

You'll never get to America
on that thing.

Don't listen to him.

He dreams of being a cowboy
when he's handling a lasso.

One, eight, zero,
once we clear the bay.

You take the bridge, Buchner.

Organise watches -
it will have to be in twos.

You'll manage.

Down we go.

What kind of shape
are the deck guns in?

A lot of rust, a lot of erosion...

but now very well-oiled, at least.

Very good.

Thanks again for springing me from jail.

You stood up for me
when no one else did.

It wasn't right, what they did.

Rumour has it that Wrangel got
what he deserved in the end.

And that Strasser
and Laudrup made it to America.

Did you miss the war in jail?

It's not like it's a great love,

more like some crazy broad

you've been on an endless bender with...

all whiskey shots and jazz dancing,

and dirty sex,

brawls and broken teeth.

I've forgotten there ever was
a world before or after her.

There is.

Maybe it's time you found
yourself a new girl, Gunther.

Maybe.

Yes, it's running again.

Listen.

Second engine.

That kid's done a good job.

Let's hope all will be over soon.

Albrecht...

I've made so many mistakes...

I've treated you unkindly,
in SO many ways...

Hannie...

I wish I could go back in time.

Time starts now.

Sir?

A German transport ship.

Looks like it
was hit on the way to Toulon.

Which means enemy planes.

If we're lucky, he's already done here.

Shit!

We're not lucky.

Alaaarm!

Nooo! Stop!

Rahn. Sheets on deck!

What?

We're raising the white flag!
Get the sheets!

There's still time!
We must dive now!

Sir. Here's the white flag.

Bloody hell.

He's reading right towards us.

Can't he see us?

Hey!

He's still coming.

Hello!

He's still coming.

Hey!

Is he blind or what?

He's gonna Kill us.

Hey! Not again!

Get down!

Aah!