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(SONAR PINGING)

La Rochelle, France. Autumn, 1941.

The German U-boat fleet is suffering its first major setbacks.
British freighters are sailing with stronger Destroyer escorts.

But Germany is constantly sending new U-boats into battle.
Keeping the Allies in check in the Atlantic.

Of 40,000 German sailors, 30,000 never return.

(SONAR PINGING)

(SINGING DRUNKENLY)

(SIGHS)

Our bosun's mate.

He's soaked to the gills.

MAN #1 :
The road's closed.

Who are those pigs?

(MEN LAUGHING)

MAN #2 :
The road's clear.
Coming through!

CAPTAIN :
That's their fireboat drill.

They're all boys off our boat.

(SINGING)

(MEN SINGING)

Captain.

Merkel's guys.
They ship out tomorrow too.

(GROUP SINGING)

Okay, sailors!
Let's go set that cat house on fire!

Just don't miss your mark!

Stuff some season's greetings
in there!

Scared fuckers.

They need sex
like the infantry needs alcohol.

OFFICER :
What's going on here?

Good luck!

(MEN LAUGHING)

Captain!

My 2nd officer.

This is Lieutenant Werner,
naval war correspondent.

He'll ship out with us.

He'll report anything of interest.

Welcome aboard, lieutenant.

Good evening.

This way, lieutenant.

U-boat crews need relaxation.

Good evening.

Two beers.

Yes, captain.

(CHEERS AND APPLAUSE)

Where's Thomsen?

Doesn't he want
to celebrate his medal?

Any news from your wife?

No personal calls allowed
till after 10 p.m.

Two beers.

(SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

(CLICKS HEELS)

Reporting back from U-96.

Munitions and provisions aboard,
ready to put to sea.

Thanks, 1 st.

Something else, captain.

On my way here,

some of the crew harassed me.

They actually...

An incredible incident...

They...

They pissed on you.

Yes.

Me too.

Just a minute!

Attention, please!

Let's give
our newly decorated officer,

Captain Thomsen,

three cheers!

(ALL CHANTING)

(CHEERS AND APPLAUSE)

That's Thomsen for you.

One of the old guard.

Always drunk now.

My respects, Thomsen!

Quiet in this whorehouse!

(MIC FEEDBACKS)

A toast to our wonderful,

abstaining,

woman less Führer.

Who rose gloriously

from apprentice painter

to become the world's
greatest battle strategist.

What? Isn't it true?

He's the great naval expert,

who took it upon himself,

in his wisdom...

How's it go again?

Who's been showing
that English bed wetter,

that cigar-chomping
asshole Churchill,

(ALL LAUGHING)

where to go stick

his cigars!

(CHEERS AND LAUGHTER)

(CROWD SINGING OUTSIDE)

Sorry.

See you tomorrow.
I've got a call to make.

It's not like the old gang.

These are so green and eager.

Wet behind the ears.

Braggarts.

Cheeks together,
balls in their hands,

and belief
in the Führer in their eyes.

They'll calm down soon enough.

(BAND PLAYING)

MAN :
You're a pig's ass!

(SHOUTING)

(GUNSHOT)

Fight! Win! Or Die!

Come on, Phillip, get up!

Help me here!

I wanted to

really

screw my brains out...

(IN ENGLISH)
I am not in the condition
to fuck.

It's all right.

(SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

(CREAKING AND RATTLING)

That's Thomsen's boat.

Equipment checks okay?

The starboard propeller had
a bent blade.

Uh-huh.

That's what caused whining
on silent runs.

We have a brand-new propeller
now, captain.

(THUDDING)

Our boat.

MAN :
Crew at attention!

Captain's revue, eyes left.

Crew reporting for duty.

All decks ready to sail.

Thank you, 1 st officer.

At ease!

Well, men...

Everything okay?

(IN UNlSON)
Yes, captain!

We have a guest.

Lieutenant Werner.

Naval correspondent.

He wants to look around,

to watch
respectable German heroes.

Act accordingly.

(ALL RESPOND IN GERMAN)

Man your stations.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Hail and victory and sink them all!

(SIGHS)

Pick up those vegetables.
This is no grocery store!

Command post.

Torpedo workshop and storage.

Shape up and your mugs
will make the newspaper!

(ALL LAUGH)

Thank you, gentlemen.
Follow me.

This is our shit house.
Uh-huh.

One hole for fifty men.
Oh.

The other's full of provisions.

More space for food
than for shit. Some logic.

(LAUGHS)

Chief petty officer's.
Uh-huh.

My home, so to speak.

Here's the officers' mess.

Don't stow stuff that way!

(WOMAN SINGING
OVER RADIO)

It's nice in here.

Where are you?

Sorry, coming. May I?

MAN #1 :
Careful!

BOSUN :
Here's the radio room.
Over here, the control room.

Just what we need.

The control room.

The boat's command center.

(MAN 2 SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

This leads to quarters.

Gotta move this stuff.

MAN #3 :
Morning, lieutenant.

Petty officers sleep here.

Twelve men.

Two men share most bunks,
depending on their duties.

If one's on guard, the next one sleeps
in the other's stink. Right?

(LAUGHING)

This is your bunk.

Just for you, our guest.

That's for you too.

Your oxygen mask.
Very important!

Not much good except
in calm seas.

It comes in handy
when the diesel reeks.

(LAUGHING)

Or when Frenssen farts.

Come along.

Coming through!

This is the galley.

And this is Johann, the ghost.

(SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

BOSUN :
Hey, Johann,
everything greased up?

MAN #4 :
Man on bridge?

(MAN5 SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

Take photos of the crew returning,

not putting out to sea.

Why?

They'll have beards by then.

It would shame the Brits
to see mere boys give them hell.

Baby faces,

who should still
suck Mama's breast.

I feel ancient around these kids.

Like l'm on some Children's Crusade.

Permission to pass?

(SPEAKS IN GERMAN)
(SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

You're from Mexico?

Yes, south of Mexico City.

Nice?

Yes, sir.

Great climate,
due to the high altitude.

You came a long way.

As a German,
it was a matter of course.

What did you do there?

I worked on my step-parents'
plantation.

The boss' son?

You could put it that way.

MAN : (OVER PA)
Stand by,
first watch and engine watch.

Excuse me.

(BUMPS TABLE)

Permission to pass?

Reporting to bridge watch.
Mm.

Rigid jawbones, our 1 st officer.

He'll march anywhere.

A model of ideology.

He's so tense,
he could crack nuts with his ass.

(LAUGHS)

(SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

(UPBEAT MUSIC
PLAYING OVER RADIO)

MAN #1 :
Watch out. Eggs.

Man on bridge?
MAN #2 : Yes.

Alarm!

(LOUD THUDDING)
(ALARM BLARING)

(PEOPLE YELLING)

All hands forward!

Come on, let's go!

Wake up, you guys!

Move that body.
Hop, hop! Let's go!

I'll kick your asses till they bleed!

That's an alarm, damn it!

This ain't a cruise ship!

CHIEF :
Blow main dive tank.

Stern to 10.

April Fools.

Exercise is good for you.

Can't let no moss grow.

Practice drill.

(LAUGHING)

Steady as she goes.

Bow up 15. Stern up 10.

Both up.

(SIGHS)

Boat trimmed.
Close main vents.

(WATER BUBBLING)

MAN :
Vents closed.

Deeper, chief.

Let's see if these valves are tight.

Bow down 15, stern up 10.

2ND :
The shipyard rates it to 90 meters.

But we can go deeper.

(CREAKING)

Of course, there's a limit.

We can only take
so much pressure,

before the boat's crushed.

CAPTAIN :
Secure upper hatches.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(CREAKING)

(CHATTERING)

It's water pressure.
Yes, of course.

(LOUD CREAKING)

Deeper.

140 meters.

(CREAKING)

It's gotta take it.

150.

(CREAKING CONTINUES)

160 meters.

(LOUD CREAKING)

That's all today.

Surface.

Bow up 10. Stern up5.

(GRUNTS)

Your girl?

Mm.

French?

Mm.

(MAN SNORING)

You know that florist next
to the Cafe A l'Ami Pierrot?

Where?

A l'Ami Pierrot.

Yeah, sure,

the two salesgirls,

Jeannette and...
What's her name?

Francoise.

We're engaged.

Secretly, of course.

May I?

Really very pretty.

What's wrong?

She's pregnant.

But,

you know what that means.

Once the Partisans find out,

her kid's half-German...

What can I do?

She definitely wants it.

You've got a problem.

(MEN SPEAKING OVER RADIO)

Those guys in Berlin got nothing
but insults for Churchill.

How's it go again?

"Drunkard."

"Guzzler."

"Paralytic."

He's sending a lot of heat our way
for a paralyzed drunk.

Nonetheless,

we'll force him to his knees.

That is my firm belief.

Listen, smart guy,

he's far from being on his knees.

Wonder how many ships
get through.

Especially now, while we're staring
at the walls and waiting.

Where are our planes and scouts,
Herr Göring?

The enemy's got plenty.

Hot air, that's all that comes out
of that fat slob.

Braggarts, nothing but braggarts.

All of them.

Go on,

take it down.

Notes,

for your "Heroes' Epic"

and the propaganda machine.

Where's the music?

Our Hitler Youth leader here
could play us a record.

Hmm?

(UTENSILS CLANG)

That "Tipperary" song,
if you please!

(ALL LAUGHING)

("IT'S A LONG WAY
TO TIPPERARY"
PLAYING OVER PA)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Hey, now we're the Royal Navy.

(SINGING ALONG)

This record won't hurt

your ideological edifice.

(GRUNTS)

MAN #1 :
Shut that bulkhead, you cockroach!

(MEN LAUGH)

MAN #2 :
What an asshole.

We should've used him for ballast.

(MEN LAUGH)

MAN #3 :
One day l'll rip his ass
up to his ears

till he can watch himself
through his own asshole.

(MEN LAUGHING)

(WOMAN SINGING OVER RADIO)

Morning.

(MAN 4 SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

This stinks.

(MAN 4 SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

MAN #5 :
It's sweaty socks and hair grease,

Pilgrim's special mix.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Tastes like shit, eh?

Those scrambled eggs,

taste like baby poo-poo.

(MEN LAUGHING)

Wanna raise chickens on the boat?

And ducks in the bilge.
Tiny ones.

We could feed them
green boogers.

You pig's ass.
But why?

They'd love some.

Every morning,

fat, fresh boogers.

(MEN LAUGHING)

(MAN SINGING OVER RADIO)

"Personal hygiene," four letters?

Bath.

Thanks.

"Innermost affection," four letters?

Love.

Exactly.

Not too intellectual around here.

Your radiogram, captain.

Hold on.

This could work.

(SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

A new course?

Wait and see.

May I see the radiogram?

"Convoy reported,
coordinates AK 22,

general course about 60 degrees

at 8 nautical miles."
From U-37.

U-37 is Marten's boat.
He's after a convoy.

Too far away. Can't make it.

Damn this waiting!

Will we ever see some action?

MAN :
Move it, you turtle!

Let's hear your bones crack!

Pull them out of the cozy Lady.

Pretty big johnnies, huh?

Move it, lazybones!
The press!

Let me get that. Hold it. Very nice.

Greased up nice with Vaseline,

and rammed back into the Lady.

Don't let me get in your way.

One more! Good.

(MEN CHATTERING)

And another.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

A bit to the left.
Maybe a profile shot.

Another pose, a little to the...

Who did that?

(MAN SNORING)

Tell me,

you got hairs in your nose?

Why?

Because I've got some in my ass.

We can tie them together.

Francoise, my love,

this is my 14th letter,
but you've yet to see one.

20th day at sea.

Feeling foggy and overfed.
It's all so crazy.

MAN #1 :
Alarm!

(ALARM BLARING)

MAN #2 :
All ahead full!

Flood tanks!

I saw a shadow off starboard
through the rain.

Take her down to 30 meters.

Stern up slowly, bow down 10.

(SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

Anything off starboard?

Propeller sounds.

110 degrees.

Way aft of us.

Contact getting fainter.

Fading fast.

We'll stay under.

Steer 120 degrees.

That's a fast, lone ship.

We've got no chance in the dark.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(EXHALES)

(SNIFFS)

"Attention to personal hygiene
and dress are not just appearances.

It reflects an upright,
clean interior,

thus influencing the surroundings.

The true officer is unpretentious,

in character and wardrobe,

which was not always the case,

when superiors were more lenient,

because a German lieutenant
always knew how to die."

Comfy place, huh?

No mail, no phones.

A well-ventilated boat.

Attractive wood paneling.

Free home cooking.

We're sitting in clover.

Like horse droppings.

It sits in clover too.

It doesn't worry about anything,

and it gets to let off steam.

U-boat special cocktail.

Envious?

(MUSIC PLAYING OVER RADIO)

Turn it off!

(TURNS RADIO OFF)

These latest radiograms...

"Dived avoiding aircraft."

"Dived avoiding destroyer
depth charges."

Those Brits
don't make mistakes anymore.

Watch fuel flow!

MAN :
Okay.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Let's get to the diesel room!

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Watch out!

Tough times, huh?
What's up?

U-32, Berthold's boat,

discovered a convoy.
We'll be there in 10 hours.

CAPTAIN : (OVER PA)
Listen up.

We're in pursuit
of a convoy tracked by U-32.

Expect contact at 1 800 hours.

(ALL CHEER)

I hope we blast off some eels.

It'll clear some space!

More than 30 freighters!

(LAUGHS)

Berthold better not attack now.

Ought to stay close
until the other boats arrive.

There is nothing more beautiful
than a submarine,

and a sailboat.

There are no better lines
than those of a sailboat.

I sailed on
a 3-masted schooner once.

Gorgeous ship.

It had holds the size
of a cathedral!

(BOTH LAUGH)

That burns some fuel, huh?

Asshole.

Shitty fog, damn it!

Watch out or else we'll sail
right by them.

Should have made contact by now.

Why's there no signal
from Berthold?

Why no word from headquarters?

Visibility nil, captain.
It's useless!

Prepare to take her down!

(SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

Get below!

(SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

CAPTAIN :
Take her down to 30 meters.

Bow up 10.

Stern down5.

Bow zero.

Stern zero.

(WHISPERING)
What's happening?
Why are we diving?

(WHISPERING)
Hydrophone check.

You hear more down here
than you can see up there.

No contact, nothing?

Nothing at all?

(WHISPERING)

Contact, bearing 60 degrees.
Quite faint.

(STATIC CRACKLING
OVER HEADPHONES)

Depth charges.

They're blasting someone.

(STATIC CONTINUES)

(IN NORMAL VOICE)
What's their exact bearing now?

Forty-five degrees, moving right.

Moving away.

CAPTAIN :
Surface!

Steer 330 degrees.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Entry for your log book.

Commenced operation
despite weather.

(MAN SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

(GRUNTS)

Damn this weather!

What's it look like?

Just a moment.

Enemy's position here,
if they haven't zig-zagged.

MAN :
Vessel! Starboard ahead!

Forty degrees, over that way!

See it.

That's no freighter.

That's a damn destroyer.

Approaching.

Get below.

Flood tanks!

(CLATTERING)

Periscope depth.

(MAN RESPONDING IN GERMAN)

(MAN SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

(SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

Stand by battle stations.

(SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Move!

Go! Go! Faster!

CAPTAIN :
Watch out, chief.

Flood tubes 1 to 4.

(CHATTERING)

He wants to attack the destroyer.
That's madness in this weather.

Watch our depth!

Bow up 2.

Stern down 2.

(AIR HISSING SOFTLY)

Gently.

Bow average,

13.5 meters.

Open torpedo hatches.

Enemy speed: 1 2.

Bow angle: 30.

Range: 6,000.

Depth: 2.

Torpedo speed: 40.
Spread shots from tubes 1 and 3.

Angle: 3 degrees.

(SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

Tubes 1 to 4 ready to fire.

CAPTAIN :
Damn.

(CAPTAIN SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

Close hatches! Dive fast!

Depth charges!

(ALL SCREAMING)

MAN #1 :
Quick, get fuses!

CAPTAIN :
Check outboard valves.

(MAN 2 COUGHS)

MAN #3 :
Control room secured.

MAN #4 :
All clear forward.

MAN #5 :
No serious damages.

They actually spotted our periscope.

Hard to believe in this heavy sea.

(KNOB CLICKS)

(SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

Getting any louder?

The same. Ahead of us.

(SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

It's pulling further ahead.
295 degrees.

Left full rudder.

(MAN SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

MAN :
Rudder is left full.

Steer due north.

Deeper.

Bow down 15. Stern up 10.

Pump 200 liters forward.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

MAN :
All ahead one-third.

Now it all turns psychological,
gentlemen.

(SNIFFS)

(ALL YELLING)

Check torpedo tubes!

(YELLING)

(SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

Stay calm, men.

That ain't nothing yet.

(SOBS)

(THUMPING)

Kill the lights.

(WHISPERING)

Silent run.

Both engines50 RPM

(MAN SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

Contact closing.

Ahead,52 degrees.

Approaching fast.

Midships.

All full ahead. Right full rudder.

(MAN SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

Heading straight for us!

Those aren't amateurs
up there. Deeper!

Bow down 20.

Stern up5.

(CREAKING)

Destroyer approaching.
Getting louder.

Deeper, quickly.

(GASPING)

Don't worry.

It's just creaking.

(CREAKING)

Deeper.

Stern up 15.

(CREAKING)

(ALL YELLING)

(MEN YELLING)

MAN :
Tighten that flange!

(YELLING)

Higher! To 150 meters!

Hurry! Bow up 20!

Come on, tighter! Yaah!

Push already! Do it, do it!

(COUGHING)

(COUGHING CONTINUES)

CHIEF :
Hull valves secured.

Both level.

Boat trimmed at 150 meters.

(WHISPERING)
Getting closer.

New approach.

Come on, come on.

(PROPELLER NOISES)

They're above us.

Directly above us.

Contact fading to starboard.

Twenty-two.

Twenty-three.

CAPTAIN :
Far away.

Fading aft.

Barely audible.

(SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

No more contact.

That's the end of that.

Silent run.

Both engines,50 RPM

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(WOMAN SINGING
OVER SPEAKER)

From my private collection.

Engine room damages?

A lot of smashed stuff.

Can you fix it?
It's in the works.

Make sure it's done right.

I've got a hunch we're going
to see action.

(SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

(SNIFFS)

It's been almost an hour.

We got rid of them, captain.

We'll see.

Maybe they're just lying
in wait for us,

until we feel safe enough
to surface.

These guys aren't stupid.

Continue silent run.
We'll surface at dark.

(CHATTERING)

Then we'll see.

(CHATTERING)

(MAN SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

She's coming up fast.

Hydrophone check at 30 meters.

(SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

She's at 30 meters.

(SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

Periscope depth.

Periscope clear.

Stern down 5.

Coming up.

Stern up 3.

Zero.

Surface.

Blow tanks.

(UPBEAT TUNE PLAYING)

MAN #1 :
What a cutie pie.

MAN #2 :
If Mama could see you now.

(CROWD CHEERING OVER RADIO)

Quiet in this whorehouse!

(MUSIC STOPS)

Bad news, guys.

What's going on?

Soccer. Schalke.

We lost,5-0.

No chance to make the semi-finals.

I can't believe this shit!

(WOMAN SINGING OVER RADIO)

Drop them.

You pig.

Crabs.

A whole army of crabs.

They'll eat little guys
like you to the bone.

(MEN LAUGHING)

Give that hussy some puffy!

MAN :
Permission to pass?

Ought to shave this pig, huh?

What's that in your eyebrows?

Pardon?

You'd better see the medic.

You've got the crabs.

(MAN SPEAKING OVER RADIO)

Are you joking?

Once they crawl up there,
it's really far gone.

(RADIO PLAYING MUSIC)

(MAN SPEAKING OVER RADIO)

Number One.

Lieutenant?

Where's the medic?

In the bow.

This can't be true!

(YELLS)

(LAUGHING)

Watch your sector.

What?

Pull yourself together!

Have you gone crazy?

(CHATTERING)

Have you heard?

Dufte is engaged.

(ALL LAUGH)

Poor woman!

Asshole!

I thought he only jerks off.

Yeah, breed him
with a chimp at the zoo.

Here are photos of his lady.

Give them back!

MAN :
I can't believe it.

You screw this bag?

This boat can take it.

You should be
in a storm on a schooner.

You don't feel a thing down here.

(SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

Compass.

The boat's heaving to starboard.

I can barely keep her on course.

Don't worry about it.

We're hardly moving.

We're just burning fuel.

MAN :
Prepare to dive.

Diving stations!

Flooding tanks.

All main vents clear.

(GAGGING)

No tales of victory, huh?

Just some position reports.

SOS calls from far-off boats.

If anyone breaks a rudder
in this weather,

they better start praying.

The sea can't drown us, though.

There's no ship
as seaworthy as ours.

(SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

Play that record.

You know which one.

(UPBEAT TUNE PLAYING)

(WOMAN SINGING
OVER SPEAKER)

Watch out!

Man overboard!

(GRUNTING)

(YELLING)

Hold on!

(ALL YELLING)

Move! Hold onto him!

Put him on the chart box!

MAN :
Get the medic case!

Damn it!

The medic case, damn it!

CAPTAIN :
Prepare to dive!

ONE :
"A military leader leads
through self-discipline.

Without his example,
education is impossible."

Three broken ribs,
one open wound.

Could be worse.

Shitty month.

Real shitty.

Mildew is good for you.

It's the next best thing

to fresh lettuce.

Let's be grateful
for anything that grows here.

They'll have snow back home now.

Funny.

I haven't seen snow in years.

May I?

By all means.

Your wife?

(YELLING)

Over there, ahead!

Captain, U-boat, port ahead!

German boat, German U-boat!

Bearing 350 degrees.
Almost straight ahead!

(YELLS)

God, you're right!

All engines stop.
Get that signal lamp up!

(SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

That's Thomsen!

(ALL CHEERING)

CAPTAIN :
All back half.

(MAN SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

Happy hunting, you old sea dog!

(ALL LAUGHING)

Phillip, my friend.

So they kicked you out here again.

God damn mess!

Only 12 boats in the Atlantic.

From Greenland to the Azores,
a lousy dozen!

And here we are,
almost ramming into each other.

Sixty meters. Boat is trimmed.

Something's wrong here.

Our position's correct?

More or less, captain.

What's that supposed to mean?

Not one sun shot in two weeks.

And we've drifted in this storm.

Hard to calculate.

That's just great.

All of us "more or less"
in position,

and it'll happen.

Two boats in one place
and gaping holes in the route.

The British can slide
a whole fleet through.

(SIGHS)

Here in the middle of the sea,
it's always another story.

I hope you're taking notes.

Maybe you can clue headquarters in.

Surely, you have better
connections than me.

You think so, huh?

(MEN WHISPERING)

What's going on?

Convoy.

Man on bridge?
MAN : Affirmative.

Convoy putting to sea.
Five columns.

Real big show.

You see any escort?

Destroyers?

KRIECHBAUM :
Nope, nothing.

No security. Nothing.

Strange.

Are they chasing one of ours
on the other side?

Ah.

Damn moonlight.

How many of ours are here?
KRIECHBAUM : Five.

Shall we risk it?

I think so, captain.

Port to 180 degrees.

ONE :
New course,

port to 180 degrees.

How's it feel to you, Kriechbaum?

It will work, captain. For sure.

Tubes 1 to 4,
prepare for surface firing.

ONE :
Flood tubes 1 to 4.

I'll take the helm.

ONE :
Target optics to bridge.

All ahead full,
port to 107 degrees.

Commencing attack!

Watch the oil pressure!

Bow right, position50.

MAN :
Check.

CAPTAIN :
Range: 2200.

Those two that overlap,

double blast the fat one,
single shots for the other.

Tracking target.

All ahead one-third.

Open torpedo hatches.

Tubes 1 and 2 coordinates:
Target bearing 63.

MAN :
Sights adjusted.

CAPTAIN :
Keep tracking target.

Target acquisition.

Tubes 1 and 2,

fire at will.

Tube 1 , fire!

Tube 2.

(SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

CHIEF :
Tube 3, stand by.

(SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

Fire!

(MAN SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

CHIEF :
Tube 4 ready.

Fire!

Destroyer dead ahead!

They're firing!

Alarm!

(ALARM BLARING)

(CREW YELLING)

CAPTAIN :
Bow up 10, stern up5.

(CHATTERING)

Quiet, damn it!

Down to 80 meters.

Slowly.

Bow down 15, stern up 10.

What's with the torpedoes?

Wait and see.

The party is about to start.

Hundred ten.

Hundred twenty.

Shitty torpedoes.
Tracking is off again.

The old man crazy, or what?

Just charges right in.

Like some speedboat attack.

They'll rip our asses open now.

Got that one.

(SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

Yeah, boys, we got one!

(ALL CHEERING)

Quiet now!

Time's up for third torpedo.

(SONAR PINGING)

(EXPLOSION)

Number three.

(PROLONGED CREAKING)

Two going down.

(THUDDING)

Their bulkheads are breaking.
They're drowning.

Here it comes,

their revenge.

(WHISPERING)

(WHISPERING)
Destroyer bearing 44 degrees.

Any movement?

Moving left,

fading.

Right full rudder.
All ahead one-half.

(SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

(CREAKING)

Astern of us.

Way astern of us.

They're spitting at the wrong spot.

We aren't rid of them yet.

I guess they're a bit upset.

(WHISPERING)

Destroyer contact.

Contact bearing 270 and closing.

All ahead one-third.

(IN NORMAL VOICE)
Here they come.

(CREAKING)

(SCREAMING)

CHIEF :
All ahead full!

Dump 150 liters!

(MEN YELLING)

(SONAR PINGING)

Asdic.

Ultrasonic detection system.

Pigs. Rotten pigs.

(PINGING CONTINUES)

Damages?

Air shaft fractured.

(GROANS)

Shh. Quiet. Keep quiet.

(WHISPERING)

(SONAR PINGING)

(PINGING CONTINUES)

Silent run.

50 RPM. Shut off ventilators.

Port 15.

(SONAR PINGING RAPIDLY)

(YELLING)

CAPTAIN :
All ahead full!

Shut it off!

(YELLING)

Shut down auxiliary control panel!

(MEN COUGHING)

CAPTAIN :
Connect ventilation cartridges.

CHIEF :
Start ventilators, connect cartridges.

(MEN COUGHING)

(WATER DRIPPING)

They ain't kidding.

They really want to shake us up.

So that was all?

Calling it a day?

Boy, we really gave it to them,

when those bulkheads broke
to pieces.

(WHISPERING)
What's the bearing?

(WHISPERING)
Steady at 65 degrees.

Deeper. Silent run.

(AIR HISSING)
(CREAKING)

New bearing?

Fifty degrees.

Growing louder.

(SOAR PINGING)

(SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

(SONAR PINGING)

Come on.

(COUGHS)

(SONAR PINGING)

Still deeper.
Three degrees starboard.

Let's throw them

for another little loop.

Bow steady. Stern up 10.

(METALLIC CLANGING)

(CREAKING)

Contact bearing 270 degrees.

Fading.

CAPTAIN :
Right full rudder.

CHIEF :
Rudder is full right.

To 90 degrees.

(CREAKING)

Shit.

Second propeller sounds,
76 degrees.
Closing fast.

Reinforcements.

Those bastards.

(SONAR PINGING)

Deeper.

Deeper still.

Bow down 10.

Stern up 7.

CHIEF :
190 meters.

200 meters.

(CREAKING)

210 meters.

(CREAKING AND PINGING
CONTINUE)

220 meters.

230 meters.

(YELLING)

The bolts! They're bursting!

Keep the boat from dropping!
Up 10 meters!

All ahead one-half!

(BOLTS BURSTING)

Quiet, men, quiet.

(BOLTS BURSTING)

(SONAR PINGING)

(SCREAMING)

Go to 150 meters! All ahead full!

(CREW YELLING)

Port 20!

Steer50 degrees!

Pretty good shooting, mister.

(CRASHING)

(YELLING)

(MEN COUGHING AND GROANING)

(SCREAMING)

Quiet, damn it!

I want proper damage reports!

(YELLING)

Permission to check diesel?

Take over the helm!

(SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

Gaskets! Half-inch, hurry!

Where are you?

I need those gaskets!

Torpedo hatch taking water!

(CREW YELLING)

Tools! Hurry!

(MEN YELLING)

(SIGHS)

The more they throw,
the sooner they run out.

(EXPLOSION)

(WHIMPERS)

(MAN COUGHING)

Leakage above
exhaust vent repaired.

150 meters, all ahead full.

(MAN WHIMPERING)

CAPTAIN :
What's the matter?

Return to your battle station.

At once!

Pull yourself together!

Back!

(WHIMPERING)

Go back, Johann.

(SOBBING)

(SHOUTS)

(SCREAMING)

Take him aft, quickly!

He's gone, captain.

Why Johann, of all people?

Despicable.

Shameless.

Forget the headset.
We can hear it anyway.

(PROPELLER NOISES)

Come on, let's go.

(EXPLOSIONS)
(YELLING)

MAN :
Boat dropping!

190 meters!

(EXPLOSIONS AND YELLING
CONTINUE)

MAN #1 :
220 meters!

MAN #2 :
We're drowning!

(CREAKING)

CAPTAIN :
Take this down for your log book.

CAPTAIN :
After 6 hours of silent run,

it seems certain

the enemy destroyers lost us.

At 210 degrees,

very heavy fire blazing.

Assume it to be the tanker we hit.

Surface in 10 minutes.

(MAN SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

See, lieutenant,

they didn't kill us after all.

(EXPLOSIONS)

Her backbone is broken.

Damn tough ship, won't drown.

Let's get to it.

ONE :
Target optics to bridge.

Flood tube 1 .

(CREW CHATTERING)

CAPTAIN :
Enemy movement nil.

Range: 650 meters.

Depth 4, torpedo speed 30.

Target point,
directly before aft mast.

Tube 1 ready.

(CREW REPEATING ORDERS)

Fire!

2ND :
Men still on board!

(YELLS)

(ALL SCREAMING)

Why weren't they rescued?

Damn it!

After all these hours!

(SCREAMING)

They're swimming for us.

(SAILORS SCREAMING)

All back one-half!

(MAN SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

(SCREAMING)

(SOBBING)

Can I clear this?

Mm-hm.

Radiograms.

Read them.

"Three freighters sunk.
Convoys dispersed.

Lost contact.

In pursuit at 30 degrees."

From U-1 1 2.

That's Wenzel.

Not bad.

Kupsch pursuing same convoy.

Stackmann hit a 6000 tonner.

Quite a battlefield.

Can we get there?

Difficult.

At least5 hours away.

Our fuel...

We couldn't do5...
All right, already!

When do we turn back?

When I give the order,

navigator.

Fired at 950 meters.
Targeted aft mast.

Crew, assumed rescued,
was still on board.

Survivors swam toward U-96.

(JOHANN SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

I want to apologize.

You can't just apologize.

You left your battle station
at a critical time.

Also, you disobeyed my order.

Will l be court-martialed?

How many war patrols for you?

It's my ninth.

You, of all people, Johann.

(SNIFFLES)

It's never happened before.

My nerves cracked somehow.

It won't happen again.
You can count on me.

I swear.

All right, Johann.

No court martial?

Go on to bed.

U-96 withdrew from survivors.

Decision: return to base 0700.

Second officer!

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING
FAINTLY OVER RADIO)

You'll fix it.

It's the bulkhead conduit.

It'll work.

Morning.

(SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

Get moving, signal to decode.

More top secrets.

Another special goose chase.

Not us.

We're ready for the wharf.

And the fuel...
We won't even make La Rochelle.

The last 100 miles...
We'll set sail.

We'll be all right, chief.

How's it coming?

What you got?

"For captain's eyes only."

That's a first.

Triple coded.

Yeah.
Christmas in La Rochelle.

Gonna get laid again.

All of those sexy nurses,

hot telephone operators,
all those warm bodies.

Screwing like mad.

A nice, slow afternoon fuck.

CAPTAIN : (OVER PA) Attention.
Our master's voice.

La Rochelle's out.

We've been ordered to a new port.

La Spezia,

in the Mediterranean.

Fuel and provisions out of Vigo first.

That's in Spain.

That is all.

Those bastards stuck it to us.

Shit.

No getting laid.

No sexy nurses.
No hot telephone operators.

Horse shit!

(YELLS)

Christmas with the Macaronis.

Got to get there first, stupid!

What do you mean?

Gibraltar!

Stick a finger up your ass
to get the idea.

It's as tight as a virgin.

We'll need Vaseline to get through.

The Mediterranean.

They're nuts.

It's swarming
with English combat ships.

Stand by for calculations!

Zero,

25 degrees, 43.3 minutes.

Gibraltar.

Excellent prospects for drowning.

You and the chief will go ashore
in Vigo.

How's that?

I'll radio it in a minute.

I'll have to find a replacement
for the chief.

They'll smuggle you
through Spain somehow,

even if you have
to dress like gypsies.

But I was on for the whole...
No heroics.

It's already settled.

One guy alone would be tough.

We've got agents to get you through.

Chief's wife is very ill.

He's got to go ashore.

Aye, aye, sir.

Pretty bad, huh?

I'm going ashore at Vigo

with the chief.

Captain's orders.

Want me to take your letters?

(SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

But it's a big pile.

Well, it's a big love, right?

Equalize pressure.

(LOUD THUD)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

MAN :
All quiet.

White light.

Watch where you stomp.

Quiet, man!

We've got to find the right tub here.

The "Weser",

a German merchant vessel,
is interned here.

With a bellyful of torpedoes,
fuel and provisions.

Just for us.

Yeah, 1 st class service.

MAN #1 :
Starboard engine stop.

(RUMBLING)

MAN #2 :
We've arrived.

MAN #1 :
Port engine stop.

(METALLIC CLANKING)

Officers to bridge.

MAN #3 : (WHISPERING)
Watch out on deck.

Gentlemen.

We welcome our heroic
German U-boat crew.

(CHANTING IN GERMAN)

A wholehearted welcome,

captain.

No, please, not me.

This is the captain.

My apologies.

Welcome aboard the "Weser,"
captain.

A real hero, in person.
I am most delighted.

Well, gentlemen,

here they are,

heroes of the deep.

The famous grey wolves,

with us,
inside our modest cabin,

so to speak.

Captain, allow me.

BOTH :
A warm welcome.

Nice tugboat you've got here.

(ALL CHATTERING)

We're well prepared,

in all modesty, of course,
but not bad at all.

Like a taste of home,
so to speak.

Fresh bread,
cakes from our own bakery,

bacon, fresh sausages,
stuffed just today, naturally.

(SIGHS)

You've got to tell us your news.

You can't imagine our curiosity.

It's not an easy life here,
appearances to the contrary.

There's plenty of fuel and food
to eat,

but torpedoes are difficult
to come by.

But we always have our ways.

The Spaniards tolerate us,
but there's no love lost between us.

Christmas bread.

Hmm? So, tell me,

how many ships have you sunk?

Let me guess...

The champagne.

How forgetful of me.

Please.

Gentlemen.

We drink to your health.

We are so proud of you.

We toast the German U-boats,
and our beloved Füh...

(GASPS)

I forget we're not at home here,

if you know what I mean.

Cheers.

To your health.

Come on, dig in.

Let's dive into this stuff.

Come, captain, tell us all.

We're so very curious.

Those are fresh figs.

(CHATTERING)

Never had one before.

(SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

Shh. Quiet, gentlemen.

They almost had us this time.

Phenomenal.

You see,
that's the language of a hero.

To-the-point. Simply phenomenal.

But you can't get away that easily.

Hand me that. Herring salad.

Our cook's specialty.

You must try it.

Come on now, taste it.

(SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

How's it feel beneath the surface,

submerged,

while the enemy lurks above?

Dark.

(SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

And real quiet.

As long as nobody farts.

(SAILORS LAUGHING)

Pardon me?

As long as...
He means, on silent runs,

the crew must show
extreme discipline.

And that's why nobody can fart.

(LAUGHING)

(SPEAKS IN GERMAN)
(SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

Herr Seewald,
we've been expecting you.

(SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

The delegate of the naval attache.

(SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

I have messages from headquarters.

But first,
your orders for Gibraltar.

(SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

And this radiogram.

Chief, Lieutenant Werner.

We're taking a stroll.

What's going on?

Bad news.

(SIGHS)

Request was denied
by headquarters.

You've got to stay on board.
You too, lieutenant.

Mm-hm.

I'm sorry.

It's probably just as well.

Who knows who they'd
replace me with?

Might be one of those
wet-behind-the-ears kids.

Very well could be.

They should've put some pussy
in storage for screwing.

Yeah, you'd be fighting
Spanish crabs by now.

Better than blue balls!

Move it and clear the chart table.

I can't navigate on bananas.

Are you nuts? Move that fruit.

The depth controls are blocked.

(MEN CHATTERING)

That's a Christmas tree?

It ain't camouflage
for the bridge.

We're staying on board.

Orders from headquarters.

Sorry, Ullman.
Mm.

CAPTAIN :
Seven miles between coasts.

A tight squeeze, l'd say.

These are the British docks.

Their only port for repairs
in the western Mediterranean.

It will be well protected.

All kinds of defenses.

Anything floating will be
on the water.

We'll have to maneuver through it.

That's the situation.

We'll move under cover
of darkness,

skimming the surface.

We'll cut right
through the English ships.

As close to the Strait of Gibraltar
as we can get.

Then we'll dive,

and let ourselves drop.

(SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

Dive,

then float with the current
through the strait.

No racket.

It saves fuel.

So, Kriechbaum?

Not bad, captain.

Let's go.

All ahead one-half.

(MAN SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

Navigator and l stay,
everyone else clear the bridge.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

CAPTAIN :
Half the English fleet is here.

Two degrees to port.
Switch to electric motor.

(MAN SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

(TICKING)

KRIECHBAUM :
Destroyer across port.

Range: 800, running parallel.

What's he doing?

Closing in?

KRIECHBAUM :
No, moving ahead.

CAPTAIN :
Very good.

(MAN SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

MAN :
Left full rudder.

All ahead full.

CAPTAIN :
All right, then.

(MAN HUMMING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Right full rudder! All ahead full.

(MAN SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

CAPTAIN :
Damn!

(SIGHS)

(SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

CAPTAIN :
Gibraltar.

We'll dive in 10 minutes.

Alarm!

Flood tanks!

(ALARM BLARING)

MAN #1 :
Watch out, don't dive!

MAN #2 : Captain's still on bridge!
MAN #3 : Kriechbaum's wounded!

Both diesels ahead full!

Blow all tanks!

Prepare to abandon ship!

MAN #4 :
Medic to officers' mess immediately!

(GROANING)

Where's the medic?

Maximum power!
Right full rudder!

(CREW YELLING)

MAN #5 :
All men into rescue gear!

MAN #6 :
Prepare to abandon!

Hold this!

Faster, faster!

(GROANING AND GASPING)

Get a compress!

(SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

Gotta shut down port diesel.
It's pulled loose.

CAPTAIN :
Keep full speed!

Give it everything she's got!

What's he going to do?

Southern course,

moving toward the African coast.

Damn.

(YELLING)

Flood tanks!

All men to bow!

Down to 90 meters.

(ALARM BLARING)

Bow plane jammed!
Use manual rudder!

(GROANING)

Bow plane stuck
in full down position!

Both engines stop.

All men aft!

(SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

Hurry! Faster!

Trim all to stern!

Ballast pump down!

Trim with air!

Still sinking.

Load unchanged.

Gotta lose weight!

Pump 1000 liters!

(SCREAMING)

Shut him up, medic!

Main pump down!

Blow tanks?

All back full!

(REPEATS ORDER)

CHIEF :
Boat not responding.

Blow tanks. Blow tanks!

Blow front.

(AIR HISSING)

Stop now.

(AIR HISSING)

Why don't you stop!

Give it whatever she's got, chief!

Blow them all!

Come on up.

(SPEAKS IN GERMAN
THEN GRUNTS)

(SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

Boat is beyond control.

200.

210.

220 meters.

(BOLTS BURSTING)

CHIEF :
Beyond 230.

240 meters.

(BOLTS BURSTING)

CHIEF :
250 meters.

(BOLTS BURSTING)

My God.

Do not turn

Thy face away from me.

(ALL SCREAMING)

(MAN SOBBING)

(CRASHING)

A shovelful of sand.

God threw a shovelful
of sand beneath our keel.

280 meters.

This boat's amazing.

(SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

(MEN SCREAMING)

Torpedo hatch taking water!

Taking water behind control panel!

Taking water in motor bilge!

Tube5 taking water!

What you need?

Leakage plugs.
In the bow.

Exhaust valve?

Leakage plugs! Move!

Give me that lamp!

I need a wrench, damn it!

Where are my reports?

Taking water at tower frame!

Where are the tools?

Where is it?
Bilge pump!

(WATER SPRAYING)

Motor control panels down!

Diesel's all busted!

I demand proper reports!

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(GRUNTING)

Where's it worst?

Shaft valves and housing.

Machinist, battery two,

determine damages.

Don't strip the crankshafts.

MAN :
Can't see a thing!

Push harder!

I'm pushing!

Can't get the wedge in!

Give me that hammer!

Need more men aft?

I'll find out!

Damn it.
Can I help?

Hold the light!

Father, don't forsake us.

Stupid asshole!

Aah!
Damn idiot.

MAN #1 :
I need the diesel room toolbox.

Hurry!

Where are the tools?

Bigger wrench!

MAN #2 :
Leakage in diesel bilge!

(CREW YELLING)

MAN #3 :
Tighten them carefully.
Don't break the bolts.

Cooling pipe leaking!

Get down there
and tighten those valves!

Give me that timber!

(YELLS)

More plugs,hurry!

CAPTAIN :
Gently, men.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Taking water fast in stern.

All hull valves burst.
Cooling system down.

Compressors dislodged.
Shaft valves taking water.

(SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

What about fuel leaks?

Can't tell yet.

Anything else?
Battery cells are cracked.

They can't take this.

(MAN SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

(MEN COUGHING)

Acid in the bilge.

Neutralize with lime wash.
Count drained cells.

Get battery connectors, hurry!

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Over here!

I need plugs and a hammer!

Here it is.
Thanks, lieutenant.

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

Calm down.

(GASPING)

Tell the chief.

Taking water in motor room.
Rising above torpedo tubes.

(PEOPLE YELLING)

Careful.

(COUGHING)

Twenty-four cells drained.

Twenty-four cells. Holy shit.

(COUGHING)

We're way short of connectors.

He's got to bridge
those damaged cells.

Or else we've had it.

Can't tighten it. Can't see.

Lieutenant, lights!

If we don't fix this, we're goners!

To the right, more to the right.

Wire.

I need wire for bridging.

Move it, we need wire.
Hurry up.

The chief needs wire.
Look for wire.

Move it. Search for wire.

Incredible torpedoes in these tubes.

Twenty-five thousand Marks apiece.

And we can't find

a piece of wire.

Some old wire worth 50 pennies.

(SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

Periscope hydraulics jammed.

Can't be moved manually, either.

(MAN SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

Wire.

Finally, something.

Pliers!

Leaks stopped.

(SNIFFS)

Good, Johann.

Really good.

Now, get out of those wet rags.

Now let's get it out.

This water's got to go.

First, into the control room bilge,

(SNIFFS)

and then out.

MAN #1 :
Faster. Let's get rid of it.

MAN #2 :
And scoop. And scoop.

Get with it.
No falling asleep back there.

Three more cells starboard.

Where do we stand?

Almost done. Three cells to go.

Make way for the chief.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Entire compass system is down,

probably the sonar too.

Radio is totally out.

Quite a mess.

Can we surface?

Any chance at all?

Good question.

Some air may be left
in the ballast tanks,

from all that blowing.

That might help us.

With every last bit of air pressure,

maybe...

We've got to reduce our weight.

That water has to get out.

Might work. It just might!

Aft is almost bailed.

It could work,

by hand into tanks,

then with main pump,

and air pressure,
the water's pushed out.

Main pump?

Can do.

Then we go for broke.

Blow tanks, and...

We'll get only one try.

When?

Once everything's repaired.

In 6 to 8 hours.

CO2 content?
1.8 percent.

We got enough oxygen?

No.

Pass out oxygen masks as needed,

men off duty to their bunks.

(SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

How's he doing?

Hard to tell.

Doesn't look good.

So, Pilgrim,

all okay?

Yes, captain.

It's all okay.

How are things aft?

Moving along, captain.

Guess I'll show my face then, huh?

(MOANS)

Be careful.

All right here?

Okay. Doing fine.

(SCRAPING SOUNDS)

(CAPTAIN SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

Sure, captain. lt'll work out.

How's it going?

Got to change two more bearings.

(CREAKING)

Do you want some glucose?

Crazy idea

to ram us through this strait.

It was bound to go wrong.

He knew it.

That old fox knew it all along.

Since he got that radiogram,

ordering us to break through.

That's why
he wanted us off the boat

in Vigo.

There was no chance to get through.

He wanted to make us believe
it was possible

with a simple trick.

"Drop down and glide through"...

Not a bad trick,

except that it had to work.

Will we ever surface, chief?

I don't know.

(GASPS)

I'm sorry.

Is it hopeless?

It's been 15 hours.

He's not going to pull it off.

I'm sorry.

I asked for it.

"To be heading into the inexorable,

where no mother will care for us,

no woman crosses our path,

where only reality reigns,
with cruelty and grandeur."

I was drunk with those words.

Well, this is reality.

(WERNER CRYlING)

Reporting to the captain.

Electric motor fixed.

Main pump fixed.

Water can be pumped into tanks,

then blown out
with compressed air.

Compass ready.

Sonar ready.

Good, chief.

(SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

Take a rest now.

Still got a few small problems.

All you need is good people.

Good people.

CAPTAIN :
Listen up.

We're going to blow tanks now

to see if we can lift our butt.

If we do,

it might get uncomfortable again.

Lots of traffic up there.

So all we can do

is pray those diesels start up.

Then full speed ahead
and off we go,

out of this crater,

and back home.

If it works,

half a bottle of beer for everyone.

(ALL CHUCKLING)

We just might get lucky.

They're not expecting us.

Well, men,

are we ready?

(CREW RESPONDS IN GERMAN)

Contact bearings?

No contact.

Prepare to surface,
rescue gear ready.

Switch to red lights.

Man your diving stations.

Blow tanks.

(REPEATS ORDER)

(AIR HISSING)

(THUDDING)

(CREAKING)

Boat rising!

(ALL CHEERING)

Quiet men! Calm down!

CHIEF :
270 meters.

First watch, get ready.

260 meters.

250 meters.

240 meters.

(SOBS)

230 meters.

220.

Hatch is open.

(MEN COUGHING)

(ALL BREATHING DEEPLY)

How about the engines?

CAPTAIN :
Both diesels.

Now everything hinges on this.

(SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

(RATTLING)

(AIR HISSING)

(ENGINES STARTING)

I think

it's running!

Who says you can't make something
out of nothing?

(LAUGHS)

(SCREAMS)

(SPEAKS IN GERMAN)

(CHATTERING)

They won't get us this time.

Not again!

Hang in there, damn it.

Hang in there!

Three degrees to starboard.
Course 320 degrees.

There he goes again!

They don't notice us.

They're all asleep in their bunks.

No, you know what?

They're at the casino,
celebrating our sinking!

(SPEAKING IN GERMAN)

("IT'S A LONG WAY TO
TIPPERARY" PLAYS OVER PA)

(SINGING ALONG)

(CHATTERING)

Cheers, guys!
Here's to getting home!

(ENGINES RUNNING NOISILY)

(WOMAN SINGING OVER RADIO)

As long as the diesels hold up,

and with a little bit of luck,

we'll make it home.

(BAND PLAYING)

ANNOUNCER : (OVER PA)
The 3rd Submarine Flotilla welcomes
our returning sailors.

(CROWD CHANTING)

All engines stop.

Let go aft line.

We Build For Victory!

Thanks, Hinrich.
Don't mention it.

The sun's shining.

Lift it!

MAN :
All right? Almost there.

(AIR-RAID SIREN WAILING)

(MAN YELLING)

(CROWD SCREAMING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(BOTH SCREAM)

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

(BOTH YELLING)

(SCREAMING)

(WATER SPLASHING)