Original subtitles

- What can I do for you? - I'd like to report a mutiny.

Lieutenant Commander Wrangel? We've got orders to arrest you.

Chief! You know what we do to treacherous bastards!

- I have to get back to Germany. - It won't be easy.

Things change almost every day. We're at war after all.

I want to you find the Jews who were higing here.

Can you do that?

Many Germans come here to pray. What are you planning to do?

Take them to St-Remy. I've a contact there.

If we were to give this tin can and that little toy to the Yanks,

along with the codebooks, then this war might be over sooner.

We have to stop him before he reaches American waters.

Shoul the mission be a succes, your slate will be wiped clean.

I'll stake my life on it.

Wake up, you lazy bastards!

All available men to the control room!

Go, go, go!

Move it!

Be quick about it!

- Faster, faster! Go! - Pips?

Are you all right?

You look like a warmed-up shit sandwich.

Come on. Get a move on, pal.

Come on, go, go, go!

Go! Move it!

Go, go, go, go, go! Go!

Fall in here quickly. Don't push. Hurry up!

First day at nursery.

You've noticed that our saddle tanks are brimming with diesel.

What does that tell you?

It'll be a long trip, sir?

That we can't refuel until our mission is complete.

And that we have to get a move on...

because we have something to catch.

A fish.

Areally big fat fish.

An enemy of the worst kind.

One of our own.

U-822.

Its CO, Johannes von Reinhardtz, is planning

to hand over the boat and its crew to the enemy,

but we won't allow it

Schiller and Strasser are on board.

For many of you this is your first mission.

Your first real combat experience.

But you're lucky...

that you're under my command.

One thing I know about war...

is it shows a man

who he really is.

And I will show you who you really are.

Then we will show them

that we're hunters.

Understood?

Aye-aye, sir.

- Understood? - Aye-aye, sir!

Subtitles: Fred Cipriano

sU-Boots

S02E03 Sabotage

Strasser?

It's just a weather report.

Looks like a storm coming.

I was dreaming of a sunny beach and Jean Harlow in a swimsuit.

Come on, Frank, dream of German girls!

Even your dick is patriotic.

What are you doing here anyway?

You're not on duty for another hour.

So have a look: It's just a weather report. See?

It needs two radio ops to take down a weather report?

No, sir.

If you're bored, help the bridge watch

or the cook until your shift starts.

Of course.

That little Brownshirt won't be too pleased about your plan.

Radio still working?

We have to do it properly.

I don't want it coming back on me.

Can you keep a lookout?

- First Watch Officer? - Sir?

Strelitz is wondering about our present course.

He says if he knew our exact destination...

Tell him to maintain our present course.

And tell the Chief Engineer to maintain our current speed.

Everything else will depend on the weather report.

Looks like a storm coming.

First Watch Officer?

Done?

The whole thing will blow if someone turns this dial.

And that won't be me.

Klaus!

Glad you could make it. Come on in.

Is this a bad time?

Friends of mine. They can't wait to meet you.

Go on in.

- Heil Hitler. - Heil Hitler.

- Heil Hitler. - Heil Hitler.

- Heil Hitler. - Heil Hitler.

You're leaving already too?

Yes, I have to.

Sam needs my help.

So can you get me to Germany?

What are you helping him with?

Sam has said very little about your work together.

What's up?

Don't you trust me?

He's developing plans.

For new radar technology.

- Against our fleet. - You're helping him?

No, not really.

I'm stringing him along and feeding him trivial details.

In return he hasn't given you up to the police.

In America you don't get anything for nothing.

I can't keep it up much longer.

Sam's starting to get suspicious.

I need to know if you can get me to Germany.

You must be patient.

I'm involved in an important mission.

I don't like to exaggerate,

but it could change the course of the war.

It needs my full attention.

Admit it. We're lost.

I've lived here all my life. I can't get lost.

Really? So why have you kept looking at that map?

We've been walking all night, Margot.

The children need to rest.

It's too dangerous to stay here in broad daylight.

They're exhausted.

Just a little break.

Why are you doing this for us?

You should be with your own family.

My husband died

at Dunkirk.

All I wanted was to live here.

Work as a nurse, start a family.

That's all.

And then...

The Germans arrived.

And now we're here trying to understand this damn map.

And their mother? Where is she?

Over there.

Somewhere.

Somewhere?

We tried to get visas for Cuba.

In the end, we only got one.

Hers.

She didn't want to go.

But I forced her to,

so at least one of us would be safe.

Now it appears that the Cubans

are refusing to let the refugees in.

I don't know where she is.

And you ask me why I'm helping you?

You need a woman.

And your children too.

At least until you find her again.

Dad, Elias is sick.

Are you OK, Elias?

Come on, sit up.

Sit up.

Look at me, look at me.

I'm cold, Dad.

He's burninging up. We can't go on.

We can't stay here.

He needs medicine.

St-Rémy is our only chance, isn't it?

Then we have to go there.

Come on, Elias.

Ruth, take the bags.

No sign of the Jewish family.

They appear to have fled La Rochelle.

Yes.

Clearly, they had help.

Waht leads have you followed up?

We arrested Goldblatt's sister-in-law.

We interrogated her, but she knows nothing.

So you've found out absolutely nothing?

Investigations are ongoing.

It's lucky I've got Mr. Desjesquier.

Don't you think?

Bertier, the poacher.

He saw a local girl in the woods with a Yid family.

Of course.

People will say anything for money.

Yes, perhaps. But thanks to him, we know who helped them.

He clearly identified Miss Bostal.

No sign of her at home or at the hospital.

Anatole checked for me.

You remember Miss Bostal?

Apparently, you signed her back in on the police register

after she returned.

I register the comings and goings of lots of people, but...

Yes, maybe.

Yes. For sure.

Yes, I remember her now.

Wasn't she Miss Strasser's flatmate?

Maybe she wasn't just her flatmate.

They can't have gone far.

I want you to search the area immediately.

Yes, sir.

Together.

But he's a crook.

I'm the Chief of Police.

He's sniffed out more Jews in a week

than your entire force in a month!

Besides, l like him. He's got something.

And we should encourage talent, right?

He's not a policeman.

We'll fix that right away.

There's no position for him.

Maybe not in the French police.

But I can appoint him a German auxiliary officer.

There we are. Satisfied, Duval?

Meet your new police deputy.

You can't do this.

Can't I?

Are you still here?

You're nothing, Hoffmann!

You don't believe in the just war

that the German people and the Führer

are fighting for the good of the nation.

You're a pale shadow of your father!

A traitor to the German people, a coward!

Anything new?

No, not a sound.

- I'm gogna get some shut-eye. - You do that

A radio is important, isn't it?

On a U-boat

in the middle of the Atlantic

What do you think is happening in there?

I don't know.

But I'll find out.

You must've done something wrong.

I didn't sir. I swear.

I want to know exactly what just happened here.

Sturmbannführer, this is a matter for the German Navy.

Lieutenant Commander, this is an SS mission.

please return to your quarters.

The Petty Officer said it was working when his shift ended.

You said a message was coming through.

Yes, but when I adjusted the wavelength, it blew.

Maybe it was a loose connection that sparked the fire, sir.

You checked it all before we left?

Aye-aye, sir.

Why didn't you find the loose connection?

- Maybe it came loose later. - How?

We've not been underfire.

First Watch Officer, we're not going to find out now

how and why a wire came loose.

I want to know why the radio was wet.

Coffee.

I'm studying for my Petty Officer training exam.

I spilt it when it happened.

No need to study any more.

I won't recommend you for any training.

- But, sir... - Enough!

- Sir, it wasn't me! - Don't keep denying it!

It's unbecoming of someone

who wants to be a German Navy petty officer!

You must learn to take responsibility!

I believe someone sabotaged the radio.

Who here would have cause to sabotage the radio?

Kraushaar, that's a very serious accusation.

- Why him? - No idea.

But Frank's the only one who'd know how to do it.

And I heard a message coming in when he was on duty.

It definitely wasn't a weather report.

What was it?

A message from High Command in Lorent.

I'm sure it was their call sign.

That’s not true.

It was a weather report.

Why would Strasser destroy our most vital piece of equipment?

He would have to be completely insane.

What you're saying is insane.

The plain and simple fact is that you were on duty when it blew.

Far more important is whether it can be fixed. Petty Officer?

It's a real mess.

The wiring, the fire extinguisher, then the coffee.

I'll do my best.

Whatever it takes.

Our mission remains clear.

We carry on to our destination.

Now back to your stations!

Kraushaar...

I don't want to see you anywhere near the radio room.

Man on bridge!

You were right, Wilhelm.

These bastards from U-612 are totally nuts.

They sabotaged the radio.

- Anything new? - No, sir, nothing.

Keep an eye out.

I hear it gets harder and harder as you get older. To piss.

- Don't waste your time. - It's you who's wasting mine.

Maybe you should piss off and leave me to it, old man.

Show me some respect, Ok?

Maybe you should piss off and leave me to it, sir.

You think you're on to a good thing with Forster.

If you lie, he'll throw you to the dogs.

You've got no sense of loyalty.

- To what? - France.

Who do you work for?

Know why Forster won't throw me to the dogs? I am the dogs.

All right...

I think it's time for your walkies.

That's handy.

Well check all the local farms. Leave the car here.

We leave the car and do it all on foot?

Yeah, think about it.

If any farmer's hiding them, they´ll hear the car.

They'll get the hell out.

- But all of it on foot? - There, you finally got it.

OK, follow me.

If you still want to be a police auxiliary.

Proceeding at periscope depth.

Both engines...

half speed ahead.

OK, boys, let's go, come on!

Come on, faster!

Move it!

Careful! Fuck!

Pull it back, man!

Damn it! How long do they need for the torpedoes?

Fucking drills!

It's like having Hoffmann back.

- What do you need? - An 18mm open-end wrench.

It was here just a second ago.

It must be somewhere.

Hey, Pips!

Pips, hurry up!

Load it, boys!

Faster!

Stop!

Carry on.

Faster, faster, faster. Load it.

Go, go, go!

Flood tubel and open the muzzle doors.

Tubel flooded!

Tubel ready for submerged firing.

6 minutes, 14 seconds.

We're all dead.

They're already faster.

Dead is dead.

It's not good enough.

How could it be Lutz?

One of those young ones looked like him from the back.

That's all.

I shouldn't be here.

What the hell are you talking about?

It should've been the end for me after what we did.

I knew it.

- That's a just punishment. - Are you mad? Listen to me!

It's over, Pips.

They let us go.

You heard what Wrangel said.

If we pull this off, they'll be blowing smoke up our arses!

They sent us.

On purpose.

We're nothing but cannon fodder to them.

We're all gonna die out here!

Not me.

Not you either, comrade.

We're not leaving anyone behind.

Rig ship for surface.

Both engines, full speed ahead.

Chief?

Rig ship for surface.

Both engines, full speed ahead.

Rig ship for surface.

Both engines, full speed ahead.

Chief Helmsman,

how long until estimated intercept?

About 2,000 nautical miles

at two times full speed,

if your estimated coordinates to U-822 are correct,

but I'm not sure at all.

My estimated coordinates?

I told you 35 degrees North

and you've marked 30 degrees North on the chart, you moron.

That makes a difference of 300 nautical miles.

So, from now on, you'll check each of your calculations 3 times

before plotting a new course and then one more time. Got it?

Aye-aye, sir.

Where the hell is Ehrenberg?

Are you looking for this?

I need you at your best.

Especially with this crew of idiots they've sent me.

And you need your medicine.

I understand that.

But you can't have too much of it.

It's not good for you. I t's not on.

And much more importantly..

it's not good for us.

That's why this is staying here under lock and key.

Rotten bastard!

I like you better when you're drunk.

But you have to keep it under control.

And if you're not able to do that,

then I'll do it for you.

You'll get your daily dose of medicine.

No more.

Petty Officer Grot he here is responsible for your drink rations

he loses control again.

One measure

at the end of your shift.

Fuck!

And we're stuck with this stuff in this stell tube!

The dozen torpedoes we have on board are more explosive!

What's our target?

The White House?

That's the US Navy Base in Virginia.

That's why our Navy is so keen to help us.

- How do we get in thejjg? - We have a contact

He'll meet us at the drop off point.

Fuck's sake! 10 farms, ok?

Nothing but a bunch of yokels.

If there's anyone home at all.

Almost all of them have been sent to Germany

to work in the factories.

This one's home at least.

Hello.

What do you want?

Well...

We've got friends. Yids on the run.

We'd like to get them to the south, to Spain.

That's right.

Maybe you know something?

We were told you could help.

I know nothing.

I wonder why someone who knows nothing would try to run away?

I've seen no red-haired woman or Jewish family, I swear.

Look around you. Nobody comes here.

Maybe, but we know they were headed this way.

And there's an escape route in this area.

If you don't tell us anything, I'll have to ask my colleague

to make you talk.

I'm sure that's not what you want.

All right.

Do your job.

But no funny business.

Just get the names and addresses

of anyone helping the fugitives, OK?

Can we talk in private!

Of course.

Von Reinhardtz?

Klaus Hoffmann.

He's alive.

- What? - He's in New York.

That's impossible.

- How do you know? - SS in Berlin.

They've an informant who's spoken to him in person.

First von Reinhardtz,

and now Hoffmann.

Apparently, 2 of your U-boat COs are now working for the enemy.

How else would he be free to walk around there?

He must have made a deal with them.

His father is very ill.

This news will kill him.

This senseless war is making my best men lose their minds.

Von Reinhardtz, Wrangel.

And now Hoffmann too.

I think we agree that this war is a necessary evil

on the way to a better world.

Right?

Of course.

A necessary evil.

Hoffmann is smart.

His father was a decorated U-boat pioneer.

He studied marine engineering before the war.

This mustn't put our victory

in the Battle of the Atlantic at risk.

- Well? - He talked.

I've got some names, near the villages of Vallans and Coulanges.

Well done.

That's all the knew.

You rotten piece of shit!

What's wrong? You got the info.

Police don't beat people to death!

- Forster doesn't care. - This is France!

- France? - We have the rule of law!

I think Forster will be very happy with what I give him.

What does he care about a fucking peasant?

I don't think he'll be very happy if people find him like that.

Get rid of the body.

I'll wait in the car.

Done?

Go cheek if you want.

Ruthi, hurry up.

I don't know how to handle her.

She's always been more of a mummy's girl.

Don't fall asleep as you walk.

Come on, we all want to go to bed.

Ruth! Ruth, come back!

Ruth!

- Ruth! - Ruth, stop!

What got into you?

I thought...

that it was my mum.

We've got to get the hell out of here.

And go where?

Elias is too weak.

He wouldn't survive another night out in the open.

Who did this?

Who do you think?

We can't stay here.

Ruth, come one!

David, David! Wait! David, David!

I know it's horrific, but with that man hanging there,

this is the safest place.

They've been here.

They think they got rid of all the resistance.

As long, as he's there,

we're safe.

For now. And Elias can get better.

Truste me.

Ruth, come on.

There's flour and cheese.

We can't cook. People might see the smoke.

Do you eat ham?

Yes. That's what you call starving Jews.

However, I hope He will understand.

I think He wil.

We'll have this and the cheese.

David!

I promise I'll revenge you.

Legendas: Fred Cipriano

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