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[silence]

♪♪

[roaring engine of airplane]

[knobs and switches being adjusted]

Johnnie, we're going around one more time.

Something isn't right down there. I need a better look at that dock.

George,can you shoot the dock? Stand by!

I need you to come right about 10 degrees.

That's got it! That's got it... [gunfire] GodDAMN!

[buzzer sounds]

Lewis! We're hit!

Feels like number one! I concur.

Feather one! Give me the emergency check list!

Now, Johnnie! OKAY! Left throttle closed! Mid-level cutoff!

Hang on, we're going down!

MAY DAY! MAY DAY! LITTLE LULU! LITTLE LULU!

[explosions]

GOD, HOLD ON!

MAYDAY! MAYDAY! German! Japanese!

[military drum roll] [engine of car driving by]

Admiral.

Captain, have a seat.

Sorry for the interruption. How's Lora?

She's fne, siri.

Scotch? No. No, I'm gonna pass.

How soon can you get SEAVIPER underway?

Approximately 24 hours, sir.

Well, you have 12 hours.

♪♪

We received a May Day radio message from a downed plane.

A Little LuLu. It's coordinates were an island near Sumatra.

And part of the message was in fragments, so we couldn't totally make it out.

In these papers are a detailed description of what we think was going on in that island.

President Roosevelt has asked me to send the best submarine and Captain in the fleet.

Understood?

Yes, sir.

God speed.

[music stops]

[jungle sounds] ♪♪

[rumaging through foliage]

[gunshot]

SHANAY! SHANAY!

Uuuhhhh... Uuugggh...Uuuhhhh!

SHANAY! SHANAY!

no, Uuuhhhh... Uuugggh...Uuuhhhh!

Alright, don't move! Quit movin' right now.

♪♪

Did you see it...

did you see the German U-boat? It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter.

Just try not to talk right now, alright? Just be quiet, okay?

Oh mom. Mary......

Hey, listen to me, you're gonna be alright, okay?

Hang in there. Stay with me Johnnie. Shit.

Johnnie...Johnnie! JOHNNIE!

♪♪

[waves crashing]

That is too bad, Onions. Didn't your mother ever warn you not to gamble?

'Cause she sure didn't teach you to respect the Lord.

[plays harmonica]

Shut your mouth, Cutter!

Your deal.

To you.

I'm in.

I don't want you guys to feel alone.

Jesus. Gimme two.

I hold.

What, no cards?

No.

I raise you three.

Back to you. Hey, Gimme your lighter.

I'll see you three.

I'll see your three, and I'll raise you three.

[bottle caps land on table]

Okay. Fine. I'm out. I'll bet you're sitting on a full house!

It's your decision, Chief.

Looks like I'm a...falling short. How 'bout an IOU?

No books, no IOUs.

Don't you remember what we said at the beginning, old man?

Unless you have something to throw in.

Like maybe the watch you stole from me.

Stole? Me? Ha!

So you want your watch back?

You know, your mug reads needy, pretty boy.

Maybe I should just fold, and call it a night.

You can't. And you won't.

Hey, Chief...let me see the watch.

Hey, lookee here! There's writing!

It says, "To Samuel Cutter. From Robert E. Lee. 1864."

Hey, if this 1944, and a god-damned hot September,

it's been.. Eighty years.

Really, is that a fact?

Jesus, Cutter, you know what? You're an old man!

Say, Chief, how did you get this watch?

He stole it.

Chief steals? Now who's drunk!

I won it...in our last card game.

Hey, can I see that?

Is it really THE Robert E. Lee from the Civil War?

Ooh, wow, I feel like I'm touching history.

General Lee gave it as a gift to my grandfather.

They fought some battles together.

Okay, Muley, give it here.

General Lee is one of my heroes.

My family moved back to North Carolina after the War.

Yea, so did a lot of carpetbaggers.

You calling my family carpetbaggers?

It's alright, Muley.

So what's its gonna be, Chief?

Are you gonna fold like the loser you are...

or you're gonna shock us all by throwing the watch in the pile?

Chief, fold and keep the watch. It's late.

[watch hits table]

What do you have, Cutter. Let's see 'em.

You're so easy.

What do you have, Cutter! Let's see 'em!

I want to see you squirm. You're a loser,

you've been losing all night. And you're about to lose again.

Let's see 'em!

Full house. Three kings...two Jacks.

Tens. Four tens.

Ha! You lose!

That watch is a family heirloom! That's my watch!

Not anymore! You lost.

And by the way, Cutter,

didn't your big daddy, the Virginia Senator, warn you not to gamble?

Didn't your father, the lowly skyscraper welder,

warn you to stay away from other men's wives?

Or is it son like father?

You son of a bitch!

Okay, that's enough. Take it easy, Chief.

I know what you're implying, and I don't like it! Game's over!

You know guys, it's about time I have a gentleman's talk with Captain Culpepper.

Officer to Officer. I'm sure he'd like to know about the Chief and Mrs. Culpepper

You threatening me?

It's my watch!

♪♪

LOOKOUTS BELOW! CLEAR THE BRIDGE! DIVE! DIVE!

[horn blares] Move in

I'm receiving a message sir. Can't make it out.

To periscope depth!

Con, engine room securing mains.

Joe, we got us a convoy out there,about 6,000 yards. Up scope!

Muley, what's the target range? Four thousand yards, sir.

Down scope! They don't know we're here, guys.

Looks like we can have our pick.

Captain, we received a radio message, but we couldn't make it out.

The reason we are here is to pick up a downed pilot who sent

a message with the coordinates of Little LuLu.

Now, when we're done here,

we'll pick up this poor bastard and find out what the hell is goin' on that island. Up scope!

[low hum]

Confirm target range.

Three thousand yards.

Looks like we're gonna crash us a party, fellas! We got us a tanker about 10,000 tons.

A small cargo ship. Maybe ammunition, maybe hell...

and two Jap destroyers taking their girleys home! Down scope!

Joe, what do you think?

I say, we take the tanker first, then the cargo, then we run like hell! You read my mind.

Up scope!

Flood tubes 1, 2, 3, and 4, and open outer doors.

Flood tubes 1, 2, 3 and 4 and open outer doors.

We'll go for the tanker first. The angle on her bow is starboard 35.

Range. Mark. Down scope.

All ahead two-thirds.

Maneuvering, all ahead two-thirds.

The cargo ship is directly behind that tanker. Delay the last fish on that same track.

We're closing the range at 2,000 yards.

How close before we shoot?

Another couple hundred yards, then we release the fish.

Up scope!

[scope moving]

They saw us!

♪♪

Range, 2,000 yards.

Sir, we got a destroyer movin' in fast!

What's the course on an 80 degree starboard track?

Two, five, five!

Torpedo room! Stand by!

I'll give the final bearing. Then we shoot. Ready on tubes 1, 2, 3, and 4

Ready on tubes 1, 2, 3, and 4!

Come left to course zero, five, five.

Tubes 1, 2, 3, and 4 ready!

Tubes 1, 2, 3, and 4 ready!

Torpedo room, standby!

Final bearing, mark.

Bearing two, seven, zero.

Bearing two, seven, zero! Set! Range! Mark!

Fifteen hundred yards. That destroyer is almost on our back, sir!

Fire one!

One away! [torpedo released]

Fire two! [torpedo released]

Two away!

That destroyer will be knocking in two minutes!

Down scope! ♪♪

Hey, Chief, done any sailing?

Sir?

Have you done any sailing?

Well, me and my brother, Jack, used to build little sailboats when we were kids.

We used to sail them by the lake in Central Park.

[watch ticking]

Well, when you and I get out of this damn war, we'll have to do some sailing.

We'll take my boat and sail around Cape Cod and Martha's Vineyard.

It sounds great, sir.

Fire three! [torpedo releases]

Three away!

Fire four!

Four away! [torpedo releases]

Sir! We have a visitor!

Take her deep to 250 feet! RIG FOR DEPTH CHARGE!

RIG FOR DEPTH CHARGE! Take her down to depth two, five, zero!

Rig for depth charge.

[low hum]

♪♪

Sir, I hear splashes!

Chief, what's the time on the first fish?

Ten seconds.

One hundred fifty feet!

Five seconds.

One hundred seventy-five feet!

Brace for a stinger!

[explosion]

You got the tanker, sir!

[explosion]

Second torpedo hit, sir!

Second fish, sir!

[explosion]

BRACE! Here we go! ♪♪

Two hundred twenty-five feet!

Torpedo three a miss!

[explosions]

That was close! Two hundred and fifty feet!

[breathing heavily]

Two out of four is not bad.

[explosion]

Another hit, sir!

Good shooting, sir.

Three out of four! Not bad, guys, not bad at all! [explosions]

[explosions]

Let's cut and run! Take her down to two, seven, five!

Take her down to depth two, seven, five!

Sir, I know this sounds crazy, but...I think the destroyer is leaving!

Muley says that destroyer is pulling away.

I wonder why. Pick up survivors?

Maybe there's something else more important.

Horatio, speaking of survivors, we have a downed pilot to pick up.

Joe, set a course for little Lulu's coordinates.

We'll pick up this pilot near some small island.

When we get in close, we will need rifles and side arms.

Chief, Gallaher, and I will go ashore.

[waves]

[jungle sounds]

Hold your fire! This could be our flyboy.

Aye, aye, sir.

Little LuLu?

Yeah, that's me. Thank God, you guys got here.

Okay, lets get the hell out of here.

No, we can't go yet.

Why? What do mean?

There are two POWs back in old Jap shack in the jungle, along with the Jap prisoner. I came here to the beach every day to see if you guys would ever get here.

We have to go back and get 'em.

Alright. Let's get these guys and get out of here.

[thunder] ♪♪

[man groaning] [jungle sounds]

♪♪ [man struggling]

♪♪ [lighter flicks shut]

You Limey bastard... You stole my scags.

You were holding out on me, Cowboy.

I was not... I found them on the dead pilot... or what was left of him.

This bloody tropics. There were three. Any left?

No.

It's the last one. Claiming a butt now, Cowboy?

You slept a long time. I thought perhaps you died.

I'll try my Japanese again.

Maybe the Jap will say something I know.

No, he won't.

He's dead.

Dead? What do you mean he's dead?

He's dead. I wiped him out. Dead!

Why?

'Cause he was moaning. He wouldn't be quiet.

I bloody well couldn't take it anymore!

You Limey bastard! Lewis wanted him alive!

I fall asleep, you steal my scags and smoke 'em, and you kill the Nip!

You'd betray your own mother, you bastard!

So what's next, Limey, huh? You'll fix the radio and not tell us?

I did us a favor, Cowboy. I saved your bloody ass.

Lewis wanted him alive!

So what. I couldn't take it anymore...his moans.

I didn't want to look at him either!

I don't care about that yellow-bellied bastard,

and I don't care about this war anymore!

I made a choice, Cowboy, just like the Japs did.

If you can't walk, then you die. And he couldn't walk.

Besides, Lewis has been gone for hours. Who knows if he's coming back.

You Limeys' are all the same. You're God damn selfish to the end.

What about me? I can't walk, do I die?

You'd leave me here?

You Americans are nothing more than capitalists, gangsters, and cowboys.

Cowboys and gangsters?

Well, there's a boat full of these fellas here to take you home.

We're going to the beach. We'll take a raft back to the sub.

What happened to the Jap?

He's monkey meat.

Hey, Lewis, how did you hook up with these guys?

I met them back along the beach, their plane crashed a few days after my C-47 went down.

Captain, the Jap's dead.

Any information? Looks like a no.

Captain, three hours before daybreak. We got to submerge before sunrise.

We got to move fast. There will be patrols.

Gallaher, pick through the Jap's clothes and see if you can find anything useful.

Lewis, tell me again what you think you saw on the other side of the island.

Captain, I know for certain what I saw.

I was flying Photo Joe over the area when I spotted them in the harbor together.

Took her down for a closer look and that's when they gave us a plane full of flak!

We went down, and my co-pilot didn't make it.

He was killed by that Jap over there.

Captain, I need to get this information back to headquarters.

Captain, nothing on the Jap.

Photos of who together?

A Jap destroyer and a German U-Boat.

A U-Boat? Here?

What the hell are the Germans doing here in the South Pacific?

That axis ratzy bastard would run out fuel before it got here!

I received a direct order from President Roosevelt to move Seaviper to these coordinates.

This is a classified mission, Chief.

No one will believe the Germans can do this unless this information gets out.

Chief, take Gallaher and the men back to the boat.

Lieutenant Lewis and I will remain here to recon the island.

Captain, it would be better if I stayed and you returned to the boat.

This is risky, sir, and all due respect, it is the Exec's first tour on a submarine.

He's was a surface vessel sailor, sir.

Chief, I want you and Gallaher back on the boat.

Yes, sir.

Chief, could you leave me your rifle?

Sure. Say, Lewis, maybe you know my brother, Jack Keenan?

He's a Navy pilot, an air hawk. He's been MIA for two years.

Sorry, Chief. Name's not familiar. How about that rifle?

Yea, sure.

Listen carefully, Chief.

Yes, sir.

The ExO is a good man. You can trust him. Brief him on what's going on here. But don't let it get any further than his ears.

It's officer Cutter who you need to watch. His career is an agenda.

Yes, sir.

Maintain current position with radio silence.

Rendezvous is at 0300 tomorrow on the beach.

If I don't make the rendezvous, get this information to Com Sub Pac.

Do not, and I repeat, do not attack the U Boat!

We will deal with that bastard when I get back aboard.

This is a direct order. Understood?

Loud and clear, sir!

Hey, Willie!

What?

Don't be a pain in the ass, and grab me a cup of coffee!

You know what, you probably gave your mama some real birth pains.

Whatch you want?

[splashing in ocean]

This is the Bridge! Raft sighted 100 yards off our starboard side!

[climbing stairs]

♪♪ Sir, I got a destroyer at 4,000 yards. Bearing one, two, zero.

Con, Bridge. Radar is picking up a destroyer at a range of 4,000 yards.

Bearing one, two, zero.

Maintain current position! We're bringing them aboard! Prepare to dive!

Damn the ExO! The ExO is going to get us all killed!

Shouldn't risk this whole damn boat for a few men on a raft.

Captain is on that raft!

LOOKOUTS BELOW!

CLEAR THE BRIDGE! DIVE! DIVE!

[horn sounds] ♪♪ [ladder climbing]

Welcome aboard, Chief! Where's the Captain?

Reconnaissance.

Take her to periscope depth and flood tubes one, two, and three!

To periscope depth. Forward torpedo room flood tubes one, two, and three.

Tubes one, two, and three are flooded.

Chief, the angle of the bow is port two five. Bearing. Mark.

One, one, two.

Down scope.

All ahead two-thirds. Open outer doors.

She's really moving, sir.

What's the course for a 60 degree port track?

One, zero, five.

I'll give the final bearing, then we'll shoot

Up scope. Open outer doors.

Standby tubes one, two, and three!

Stand by tubes one, two, and three!

Final bearing. Mark.

One, zero, zero set.

Do we shoot?

Two thousand yards!

We have a solution on target, sir. Do we shoot?

Fifteen hundred yards, sir!

Sir! We're going to lose her!

Down scope.

I hear her, sir. She's right on top of us.They saw our scope! Joe, you should've shot!

Now we have to run!

Take her down to depth three, five, zero. RIG FOR DEPTH CHARGE! The test depth for this boat is 300 feet, sir.

[radar blipping] [boat descending]

Two hundred and fifty feet! ♪♪

[underwater sounds] ♪♪

Charges dropped!

[explosions]

Three hundred feet!

[explosion]

Milchie! Bartimeo! To the Con on the double! ♪♪

Chief, he's not responding.

He's unconscious.

He probably has a concussion. We need to get him to his quarters.

Really? Looks like I'm in command now!

[explosion]

Three hundred and twenty-five feet!

Our pressure and damages are building. Should we hold at 325, sir?

Chief, take her to 350 feet. Then level off.

Stop all engines. Maintain silence. We'll wait.

Then I'll give that damn Jap tubes one and two! My turn to hit and run!

[engine silencing] [heavy breathing]

[agonizing moan]

Hey, Doc...Doc...

ever been to Iwilei in Hawaii?

No. What's in iwilei?

Women, Doc! Women! Long, dark hair...dark eyes.

And they smell like coconuts and wild flower.

Let me tell you something about these broads.

They know all the tricks. They know how to know to take care of a guy.

They'll even make you forget this lousy war.

Even if it's only for a moment.

Hey, where's my harmonica?

It's a place full of khaki-whackies and Dad here, he's just plain Jane crazy.

Zip your lip, Onions. I swear to God I will give you a beatin'

and shove your head so far up your ass you'll smell your own farts coming and going!

Jesus, I would love to be back on Waikiki Beach right now.

At the old Royal Hawaiian. Drinking bamboo juice and beer!

Man, nothing to do all day but eat, sleep, swim, and lay on the beach.

Man, just reading and re-reading all of my love letters!

Oh, and not having to sleep on my back so I don't fall out of

this damn rack is surely a piece of heaven!

Hey, Grease! Did you catch that?

I rhymed! Just like your poetry!

A poet you're not.

C'mon, fellas, this isn't funny. Anybody see my harmonica?

Muley, forget about that damned thing! Okay? You can't play it anyway.

Alright, where is it, Onions. I know you have it.

No, but I can take a guess.

I'm sick and tired of your guessing games, Onions.

Alright, you're a pain in the ass! Why don't you just tell me where it is!

Listen, I can tell you where it was, and I can only guess where it might have gone.

I swear, if Grease doesn't kick your ass I will!

Keep it down girls.

Bartimeo, hey! Hey, Bartimeo!

That smell is worse than Grease's porthole visit to the crapper.

Shut up, Onions. Shut up!

Bartimeo, man you got to move this guy!

I can't take the smell from that jungle rot!

He's right, Bartimeo. It's horrible.

It's even worse than his breath.

Why don't you take him to the torpedo room.

No, way! Not forward! Move him aft!

I can't move him. Okay? He stays here.

Why don't you move him to your quarters?

Will you girls quit whinin' and just shut up?

Forget about it! It's just a smell.

This boat [yelling] has got lots of smells.

And eventually you'll all gonna get used to it. Just like your own body odor.

Bartimeo, you got to keep him quiet. [radar blipping]

That tin can will pick us up in one sweep of their sonar!

[yelling loudly] Listen! Sssh! Shut up! I can hear that tin can!

[radar continues to blip] She's getting louder. Brace for water cans to hit!

[explosion]

Just shut him up! [radar blips getting louder]

Bartimeo, you gotta do something for that hole in his leg. [yells]

Leave him! Leave him.

Doc, what is this? That's raw bone. Black skin.

[man crying] You think it's gangrene?

I don't know. A tropical infection would be my guess.

Listen! Listen! Hey, listen!

[radar bleeps loudly]

Here they come!

Brace.

[explosion] [agonizing moan]

Bartimeo, you gotta keep him quiet!

He's in a lot of pain.

And the leg? Not good.

Yea, Grey doesn't look good either.

Shell shock.

I CAN'T BREATHE!

I CAN'T BREATHE!

Easy. I CAN'T BREATHE!

Easy, Grey, easy...easy...ssshh...ssshh. C'mon, c'mon...ssshh...ssshh...

I CAN'T BREATHE!

Ssshh, ssshh...it's alright...it's alright. Ssshh, ssshh... it's okay...it's okay.

Easy, it's okay. Easy, it's okay.

C'mon, c'mon, it's alright. Alright...easy...easy.

Are you okay?

No, I'm not okay.

I cannot stand another string of bombs.

The pressure in my head, it won't stop crushing.

Ssshh, easy. Look, I never liked thunderstorms.

My brother Jack did. He used to tease me all the time.

He really liked the lightning.

Anyway, listen, Fred, you've got to hold on.

It'll pass. [breathing heavily]

Say... I happen to have a photo of Jack on me.

He's gone missing two years.

Maybe you've seen him? [still breathing heavily]

[swallowing]

You have family somewhere?

England.

A brother in the war?

No.

A sister.

Your sister?

She was executed by the German S.S.

for being a spy.

A spy?

She and her husband worked in the French underground.

They got him too.

Are you sure about my brother?

Yes.

On the railroad were mostly Brits.

Some Dutch, a few Aussies.

Don't recall any Yanks.

A flyboy?

Yes.

His plane, where?

New Guinea, 1942.

[heavy breathing]

Go try Betts.

Do you know him?

Are you sure?

♪♪ [jungle sounds]

Can you fix that damn radio?

Maybe.

A yes or no?

Yes.

Let's get back to the shack, fix that radio.

♪♪ [low hum]

[towel ringing out in sink]

The depth charges have stopped.

It's moving away.

It'll be back.

My wife is having our first child any day.

That's great, sir.

It's an important event for my family, and I won't be there.

My mother and my father,

they love America.

They escaped Russia because they heard that in America you could have your dream.

Their dream was to be free.

They understand why I'm here.

I just pray to God that my child will understand.

Rest easy, Joe.

We need to get the EX-O back in command. How?

He has a concussion.

I need to keep a close watch on him.

He could develop swelling on the brain.

He has a short term memory loss, it's not bad, it could go away.

I don't know. His balance could be affected.

I need to wait, so he needs to wait.

Look, I know you'll have the ExO back on his feet in an hour or two, right?

No, Chief. This can be serious.

Serious? C'mon, Bartimeo, he bumped his head and he has a headache.

You got to release him back to command.

He's not fit to command right now.

I can't release him without proper medical justification.

What are you talking about?

Look, this is not the time to fill out forms for headquarters!

This boat is in a serious situation right now, and Cutter is not the man for command!

I'm sure Officer Cutter will prove to be quite capable.

Bartimeo, he's no Culpepper!

You know as well as I that Cutter would double-cross his own father!

♪♪

Our Father, thou art in Heaven, hallowed be thy Name, thy Kingdom come,

thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day, our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those who trespass against us. Lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil, Amen.

Our Father, thou art in Heaven, hallowed be thy Name, thy Kingdom come,

thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day, our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those who trespass against us. Lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil, Amen.

Our Father, thou art in Heaven, hallowed be thy Name, thy Kingdom come,

thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day, our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those who trespass against us. Lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil, Amen.

Our Father, thou art in Heaven, hallowed be thy Name, thy Kingdom come,

thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day, our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those who trespass against us. Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil, Amen.

Our Father, thou art in Heaven... STOP! I've heard enough!

He's your father, he's not mine! And he's not listening!

Yes, he is listening.

He doesn't care!

You don't believe.

Not anymore.

Hey, Kashavsky, if you want to pray? Go ahead.

Our Father, thou art in Heaven, hallowed be thy Name, thy Kingdom come,

thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day, our daily bread...Do it in silence, or go somewhere else!

Hey, pal! This ain't your boat.

You're a just a guest here! If Kashavsky wants to pray,

he can. You can go somewhere else.

Besides, I happen to think that we could all use any help we can get.

Even from the big guy upstairs.

Yeah. What kind of help do you think you will get?

A way out.

You're a romantic.

Go ahead, Kashavsky, say your prayer.

Yes.

Say a prayer...say a prayer to live.

In a few hours,

you'll be praying to die.

YOU'RE WRONG!

Hey Kashavsky, I promise you this,

we ain't gonna become a gold stars in our mother's windows,

not just yet.

Enough!

You're annoying me and everyone else in the room.

We have to conserve energy.

It's hard enough to breathe.

Pray in silence, okay?

And I agree with Grease, we can use all the help we can get.

Grease, take Kashavsky and go find Milchie.

Okay, Chief.

Get out the CO2 absorbent and start dusting the torpedo room.

Let's go, Kashavsky.

So how's Betts?

He's comfortable.

It's all I can do for now.

His leg looks like an amputation.

We would need to transfer Mr. Betts to a surface ship for such a procedure.

We can't do that. You would have to do the operation on board.

So have you figured out what's wrong with his leg?

Ulcus Tropicum.

What?

It's a tropical ulcer. I read it in one of my books.

Chief, all of our antibiotics were damaged during the charges,

and all I've got left are vitamins.

His leg looks like it's wet gangrene.

We have to prepare the Officers' mess for the operation.

Oh, no, no, no. I can't amputate.

There's no way.

I've never done it before. I don't want to kill him on the table. Then he's to die in his rack, right?

Look, aren't you his only hope?

I think you'll do fine.

No way.

It will be okay.

I can't do it! Okay? Not here.

The operating conditions are not adequate. It's unsanitary.

You'll make it work.

Chief, I know very little about amputations... and tropical infections.

I know by cutting his leg that Mr. Betts will be exposed to other infections...

Hey. What's the worry, Doc. I've seen them done.

Too many. They all scream you know.

No painkiller!?

Painkillers? No. Just wog cigarettes.

Or a hard right to the jaw, or a bamboo stick to bite on with

four blokes holding you down while your screamin'.

Like a little infant.

A wog cigarette?

What the hell is that?

It's native tobacco. It's raw stuff.

Many colors, orange to black.

The darker it is, the stronger it is.

If you smoke that, you're dazed. You're almost paralyzed.

Do you have a wog cigarette?

No.

Frederick, I could use your help.

What did you guys use for tools?

Next to nothing.

What do you mean?

Ulcerated toes were cut off with scissors. No anesthetic.

And we were lucky. We had a wise field doctor, he was Dutch.

And how he was able to table knives, scalpels, forceps,

I don't know.

We used bent forks as retractors.

What about the bone?

What did he use to cut through the bone?

We borrowed a tenon saw from the butchers in the cookhouse.

And he borrowed it from the carpenter.

Please. I need your help.

I'm no doctor.

Betts will die.

I can't do this without you. ♪♪

You'll have to help. You're the only one who's seen it done.

I can fix a broken radio, but I cannot fix a broken body.

Like I said, I'm not the doctor.

Those I have tried to help have died.

I've learned to walk away from the dying.

In camp, they took the sick away from the sickest.

The sickest ones were sent out to work.

'Cause they knew...they knew they would die.

[music stops] [low hum]

[water dripping... splashing]

Got it. [wrench falls on floor]

Maintain silence!

Aye, sir.

Muley, what do you hear?

No surface sounds, sir. The destroyer might be gone. So it appears to have left. But I say it's still up there waiting.

If you surface too quickly, we could be sitting ducks.

I recommend that we remain submerged and maintain present course.

To periscope depth.

♪♪

If the Japs are up there, they're gonna see our air bubbles from the negative tank.

And they'll ram us!

We're going to periscope depth.

Sir, we have considerable damage from the last string of charges.

Can we dive quick enough to escape?

We're going to periscope depth to have a look.

Now Take us to 55 feet and be careful not to blow the negative tank dry.

To periscope depth. Blow negative to 100 pounds.

[water bubbling] [low hum]

Blowing secured.

Negative sea valve closed. Periscope depth at 55 feet.

Up scope!

[water splashing]

No enemy sighted. Down scope!

That's the second time the Japs have left. Why?

Maybe they think they got us.

Chief, take her to the surface.

You really want to surface in daylight?

Milchie, I received a message.

The radio room is receiving unidentified messages.

Sir, I'm picking up something on the SJ radar!

Muley, can you identify?

Looks like it could be the destroyer.

Sir, we're receiving a weak radio transmission.

Can you describe?

Kashavsky, can you make it out?

It could be German.

German, sir, it might be German.

German? Muley, what's the bearing on that destroyer?

Bearing course zero, six, five.

Range?

Around the corner, sir. About seven thousand yards. Chief, take this boat to the surface and maintain that destroyer's course. To follow that destroyer is against the Captain's direct order.

Destroyer's now bearing a course of zero, five, five. Range seven thousand yards.

We've identified the message, sir. It's definitely German.

German?

Yes, sir.

Destroyer's still bearing course of zero, five, five. Chief, take this boat to the surface and maintain that destroyer's course.

That's an order!

The Captain gave me a direct order to maintain position for rendezvous.Surface! Surface! Surface! Come to course of zero, five, five. [horn blares]

Any more resistance, I'll have you removed from the Con!

I am witness to that direct order, and I will testify to that at your court martial!

Is that a threat? One more remark and you're out.

Milchie, give me a report on the forward batteries.

Maneuvering, I need a report on the forward batteries.

Batteries are low, Chief, and we're still clearing out sea water.

I still have the destroyer at seven thousand yards. I don't think she's moving, sir.

We can't just sit here.

Stay on that destroyer. ♪♪

Maintain course of zero, five, five.

I don't like this.

Orders are to rendezvous with the Captain at 0300 hours, and get the photos to Com Sub Pac. What photos? What's happening on that island?

[music stops]

Open the hatch! Make way to the Bridge!

[humming]

[low hum]

[knocking]

Hi. I'm leaving today.

Look, Allie, I know that you're mad at me.

OK, I wanted to tell you, I swear I did, but I didn't know how.

And my train's leaving in an hour.

Their shipping me off to God knows where, and you're not even gonna talk to me?

Is that what you want?

[silence]

Alright. I'm sorry I bothered you.

I love you, Allie, with all my heart, and I wish I could stay here with you, but I can't.

This is not the time for your stubborn pride.

'Cause I don't think I can leave here knowing that you're mad at me.

Could you do something for me?

Please?

Could you just smile for me?

I'm gonna come back here, and I'm gonna marry you, ♪♪

and we're gonna get a house, and we're gonna have kids. Okay?

We're gonna have a lot of kids, and we're gonna grow old together.

I love you, Allie.

Goodbye.

ROBBIE!

♪♪

♪♪

[water gushing]

Got it! ♪♪

I got the destroyer again on the SJ. It's at 4,000 yards.

The sea valve's secured!

Destroyer sighted. Four thousand yards.

Bearing three, five, zero. Prepare to dive.

LOOKOUTS BELOW! CLEAR THE BRIDGE!

DIVE! DIVE! [horn blares]

Take her to periscope depth. Come to course two, seven, zero!

Chief, we have a strong signal, the message is German.

We're receiving that message again. Signal is stronger.

Alright, Chief, what's beyond the peninsula?

An abandoned harbor. We should turn back and maintain initial position.

Down scope.

I'm asking one more time. What's on that island?

An abandoned harbor.

There's a downed Burma Butterfly,

and an old equipment shack that looked like it was probably used by the Japanese. And, of course, the Captain.

Up scope!

[low hum]

Down scope!

Chief, you're intentionally interfering with my command.

Now I have a German U-boat and a Jap destroyer in my sights, and guess what?

I'm going after 'em! The Captain will just have to wait.

The only report I'll make to Com Sub Pac is about sinking that destroyer.

Up scope.

Angle on her bow is port 90. Bearing. Mark.

Bearing three, one, five.

You can't let this information be buried at sea!

Turn the boat around! We can't risk losing this information.

Range. Mark.

Range. Three thousand yards.

Down scope!

All ahead two-thirds. Steer course three, four, five.

All ahead two-thirds.

Flood tubes one, two, and three, and open outer doors!

This is a mistake.

First, we will take the destroyer, then the U-boat.

Flood tubes one, two, and three, and open outer doors!

That's an order, Chief.

Flood tubes one, two, and three, open outer doors.

Flood tubes one, two, and three, open outer doors.

When outer doors are open, I'll give the final bearing.

Then shoot from the con.

Up scope.

Bearing. Mark.

Bearing zero, three, five.

Zero, three, five, set!

They saw our trail,

down scope!

Fire one!

One away!

Fire two!

Two away!

Two did not fire!

Malfunction! Two did not fire!

Fire three!

Three away!

Take her deep! Rig for depth charge!

Milchie, what's the time on that first fish?

First fish should hit in 22 seconds!

orpedo two did not eject! Running hot in tube!

Second fish is running hot in tube!

One and three are hot, straight, and normal, sir! [radar bleeps]

Sounding 200 feet deep. We're sitting ducks! Any suggestions?

Fist fish will hit in eight seconds!

I lost the first fish on sonar. I think it went missing.

Destroyer is at one thousand yards!

Milchie, what's the time on the third fish?

Third fish should hit in three...two...one!

[no explosion]

Torpedo should have reached its target by now.

DAMN IT!

That tin can is directly above us, sir! She's tracking.

Can we take a hit at two hundred feet?

She's closing in! [radar bleeps faster]

Torpedo's turbines have shut down, sir! She's still in the tube!

I hear splashes! ♪♪

BRACE!

[explosions]

[rushing water]

[explosion]

Outer door to tube two is open. I don't think the torpedo has armed itself.

We have to get that torpedo out. It could explode from the pressure of these charges.

Request permission to go to the forward torpedo room.

Get that fish back in the boat! There's a U-boat to hunt!

Hunt a U-boat? Look, we're not going anywhere!

You have us trapped!

That tin can is hunting us and it's not going to let us go.

Our situation is not looking good.

We've lifted the stop bolt, but we can't get the fish back in the tube!

We need to give the boat a five-degree up angle.

Maybe then we can crank back the muzzle door!

Do it.

Control room! Give the boat a five-degree up angle!

Torpedo room! We have the boat at a five-degree up angle!

Are you able to secure the muzzle door?

Chief, we're doing our best! The fish is jammed real good in the tube!

Onions, this is your baby! Bring her in! [grunting]

Jesus, Chief! She won't budge!

Crank that thing harder!

Chief, we're trying!

[radar bleeps]

She's pinging us.

Onions! That tin can is hunting us!

If we have to dive any deeper with that fish jammed,

we are not going to see the surface again!

Onions! What's going on?

The ping is stronger, sir. They're closing on us again.

Milchie, go forward and give the Torpedo Room a hand.

Aye, sir!

Onions, I don't hear you! Milchie is coming forward to help.

Talk to me! ♪♪

[grunts]

Hey, she moved, Chief! She's budging!

Onions, reel her in! Don't give her any slack!

She picked us up.

More charges!

Here come the water cans!

We almost got her, Chief! We need another minute!

There are no more minutes! They'll be here any second!

[explosions]

Onions, I hope you got her in! We have to dive!

Chief, what's going on below?

They all went on a coffee break, sir!

For Christ's sake, they're doing their best!

You know, Chief, I'm getting really tired of listening to your mouth run! Yea? Well, I'm already fed up with your command!

You're crossing the line, Chief. You do realize what you are saying.

I know exactly what I'm saying. [explosion]

CHIEF! We reeled her in! Tube is secure!

Tube's secure.

[explosion]

Flood negative!

Flood negative! Take her down!

Level off at three, zero, zero!

Flood negative to the mark!

[water bubbling]

Sir, we can't trust these charts.

Could be shallow here. Rig in the sound heads?

Rig them in. We don't want to scrape them off.

Forward torpedo room have Milchie rig in the sound heads.

[explosions]

[water rushing] This is the engine room we are taking in water fast aft.

Milchie go aft and secure that compartment.

Muley, give him a hand.

[water rushing rapidly]

Throw down flashlights and a pipe wrench.

Onions, get down here with another flashlight!

It's floodin' fast,

Milch!

Come on you guys get out of there!I'm coming back to help. No! Just keep that light on me!

[explosion]

Come on you guys get out of there! [water rushing]

I'm coming back to help.

No! Just keep that light on me!

[explosions]

Come on get out!

You okay?

AAARRR Ah!

I got it!

[water stops rushing] [metal creaks and squeaks]

[low hum]

flooding secured aft.

Take her to three hundred and fifty feet. Easy on the planes.

Level off at that depth. Could be shallow.

Taking us to a slow three, five, zero.

Chief, maintain silent running.

Going to 350 feet.

All compartments rigged for depth charge. Silent running.

Chief, remember the message I was getting over the radio in German?

Well, there's one word I don't recognize, U-ran...U-235. Ever heard of it?

♪♪

[Betts screaming and crying]

[agonizing continues]

No, no...

Ssssssh.

I left.

Ssssssh.

I had to.

The hold was burning.

I tried to pull him free but the beam was too heavy.

Ssssssh.

The fire. The smoke. Oh, he burned alive...he burned alive...

He begged me to kill him. I couldn't do it.

He burned alive...

It's fire and smoke...

Listen, listen to me.

When you first got here... Chief showed us a photo of his missing brother.

You pushed it away. You knew him, didn't you? You knew him.

He was a flyboy.

He had red hair.

God, they hate red hair.

He was blindfolded and they had swords.

They were hackers, they weren't Samurai.

They were hackers. ♪♪

Chop...chop...they were hackers. Just hackers.

[crying]

Meo,

how's Betts?

He's conscious. He's having difficulty breathing.

And his pulse is very weak.

Chief, the oxygen is so low.

I don't know. I just hope I did the right thing.

You did.

Louie, you're doing great.

We'll get some air in this boat and you'll feel even better.

But you got to hang on.

Chief.

Ssssssh. Quiet. Get some rest.

Please.

Meo, I'm going to the Con.

Grey, get some rest.

Jack.

Chief!

It's your brother Jack.

Jack? [breathing hard]

Jack? My brother Jack?

Yes. He's got Red hair.

Yes...He's got red hair.

Where? When?

They hate red hair.

What do you mean?

Betts...Betts,hang on!

Tell me what you mean!

They're not Samurai...

they're hackers.

[continues heavy breathing]

I killed him!

They believe we deserve to die.

Your brother Jack didn't stand a bloody chance.

I killed him!

No, you didn't.

You did what you thought you had to do.

Every day a POW will ask himself what does it take to stay alive.

To stay sane.

Sometimes we do things so others may live.

And I'd like to think Mr. Betts did just that.

♪♪

[thunder and jungle sounds]

So what do you think?

I don't know the microphone is shot, we'll have to try and send Morse code.

How's your code?

Shitty.

I can use a microphone key to send a message. What do you want to say?

Little LULU, Little LULU. Urgent!

U-boat, Jap destroyer west of Sumatra

3 degrees south, 99 degrees east .

All cargo must be captured!

Alright, and now let's just hope that someone in our fleet gets it.

Yeah. Send it again.

You sure? They can trace this signal and find us.

I know. Send it again.

[low hum]

We're being hunted.

What about the batteries?

Almost fully discharged.

Chief, what's Cutter doing to the boat? [water dripping]

He's has us trapped. We're taking water below the engine compartment.

Well, something has to be done.

Otherwise we'll all gonna be trapped on the bottom of this damn sea!

What's the condition of the boat?

Oxygen is critical,

the boat is up on a 20-degree angle from the water in the aft torpedo room.

Pressure on the boat is causing steering problems, and the pump room is starting to flood.

And what else?

And you're almost out of high pressure air.

Chief, you know what that means, right? We won't be able to see the surface again!

How much high pressure air do you think we have?

We have enough high pressure air to get the boat to, let's say, 100 feet of the surface.

Suggestions?

Get the Exec back, or relieve Mr. Cutter of the Con.

You do realize what you are saying.

Yea, I do. And what about the Captain?

We just leave him?

He had to give you guys some orders while you were on the island together.

Captain left me with a direct order pick him up at 0300 hours,

and get the information to Com Sub Pac.

Then I suggest, we do what the Captain ordered.

But first we need to get Cutter out of the Con, 'cause that son of a bitch, he'll kill us all!

[electricity sparks]

♪♪

I got it! I got it!

What?

The message! It's a ship's cargo manifest. A U-boat's daily position report. Listen to this!

They're carrying rubber, tungsten, tin, gold, moly-b-de-num, and u-ran.

Chief, what is this stuff?

We can't even say moly-b-de-num.

Uran is German for uranium. U-235 is a metal element that is radioactive.

Radioactive?

Yes. And molybdenum is a metallic element that is used

primarily as an alloy agent in cast iron and steel.

It's used to toughen, strengthen, and it's corrosive resistant.

Weapons ingredients.

Whatever this damn uranium is, it means we have to get to the surface.

We have to get this information to Com Sub Pac and get the Captain back on board.

Let me remind you that I give the orders here.

I make all the decisions. You will not take over my boat!

Your boat? This is the Captain's boat.

You don't care about this boat and you don't care about the crew.

You said so yourself.

The only thing that matters to you is this damn watch! And a medal.

A medal that will win you a seat in the Senate just like dear old dad.

[watch falls on floor]

[grunts] [punch connects]

You selfish son of a bitch!

Break it up!

My watch!

No, my watch! Say goodbye to Robert E. Lee!What the hell is going on here?!

I was just giving Mr. Cutter a better understanding of the Captain's direct order, sir.

I'm getting a lot of noise from above, sir.

What kind of noise?

Like a rainsquall.

A rainsquall?

Yes, sir.

Sir, have you been officially released from sick bay?A rainsquall is a perfect blind to surface. Can we get the boat to the surface?

If Bartimeo hasn't released you from sick bay, I am still officially in command!

We only have enough high-pressure air to push her to 100 feet of the surface.

Starting the engines is a long shot,

in fact it's crazy, but we might make it work.

Do it!

I need to speak to Grease.Milchie, get Grease on the horn.

[spins dial]

This is my command! Do you hear me? And until Bartimeo says differently,

you are unfit to command! I order you back to sick bay!

Step aside, Mr. Cutter, and shut your mouth.

Grease, can the engines start?

You mean now? Submerged?

Yes, submerged.

Yeah, we can start'em but it will suck every ounce of breath out of your ass!If the compressed air gets us to 100 feet. Can you take us to the surface from there?

Oh, I'll get our asses up there! You just hold your breath!

Grease said that starting the engines at 100 feet will create a tremendous vacuum,

but it might have enough propulsion to get us to the surface.

This is crazy!

Sir?

He is unfit to command.

Sir? No surrender!

Do it! Prepare to surface!

When we hit the surface,

prepare to open the hatch to the Bridge, and man battle stations. When you hit the surface, that destroyer will be waiting!

You can't hide in a rainsquall. That tin can knows our position!

You have a better idea?

How many fish we got?

You know you don't have the guts for this, and you won't be able to fire those fish on time! I think you should leave, Mr. Cutter.

You're unfit to command!

Enough! I will not hear another word from you!

Is that a threat? No, Mr. Cutter, that is an order!

I think you should leave now, Mr. Cutter!

This is mutiny!

Milchie, take Mr. Cutter to his quarters.

Aye, sir!

We will suffocate before we hit the surface! Starting the engines at 100 feet will kill us!

This is suicide!

I could have saved this boat! We could have survived!

Chief, what about those fish?

We have three fish forward. Number two tube is inoperable from the stuck torpedo.

Alright. Flood tubes, one, three, and four.

Listen up! When we hit the surface,

that destroyer is going to be waiting to ram us!

So be on your toes, and be sharp, and let's kill us a Jap destroyer!

[loads torpedo]

Forward torpedo room! Flood tubes one, three, and four!

Prepare to shoot on my command! I will need a quick bearing on target!

If that tin can heads right for us,

we'll fire down its throat! No second chances!

Muley, what do you hear?

Rainsquall, sir. Nothing else.

♪♪

Lie low and conserve oxygen.

When the engines start and we blow the ballasts, the vacuum will make breathing difficult.

But if all goes well, we'll be breathing fresh air in a few minutes!

Prepare to surface! BATTLE STATIONS! [crew members yelling]

Tubes one, two, and three are flooded.

Sir, all tubes are flooded and ready.

Blow ballast tanks and take her up fast! Twenty degree up angle!

Blow all ballasts! Maintain twenty degree up angle!

[water bubbling]

Approaching 250 feet...

225... [water bubbling]

200...

Chief, tell the engine room to standby.

Engine room, standby!

One hundred and fifty feet.

[ship ascending]

One twenty-five...

She's slowing.

Start the engines! All ahead full!

[phone buzzes]

Grease, start the engines! All ahead full!

We're taking the up-express!

Milchie, man the hatch. Open it as soon as we break the surface!

Up scope!

[horn blaring] [ship ascending]

It's done.

We broke the surface, sir!

BATTLE STATIONS! SURFACE!

[rippling through water]

Destroyer is dead ahead, off port bow, two thousand yards!

Man the deck guns!

[guns position] ♪♪

She's at fifteen hundred yards!

Bearing three, five, zero!

Open outer doors one, three, and four! Prepare to shoot!

Open outer doors one, three, and four!

One thousand yards! She's gonna ram us!

Fire one!

One away! [torpedo blasts]

Fire three!

Three away! [torpedo blasts]

Fire four!

Four away! [torpedo blasts]

One, three, and four running straight, hot, and normal.

Torpedo one is seven seconds to target...

three seconds... [torpedo speeds by]

Torpedo one a miss!

Torpedo three... [torpedo speeds by]

nothing. Another dud!

Torpedo four...six seconds... [torpedo speeds by] [alarm blares]

two...one...

[watch ticks] [torpedo speeds by]

[explosion]

♪♪

[Laughter]

Chief, No surrender!

Thank you, God!

[explosion] ♪♪

Chief, tell someone to get the steward to get us some fresh coffee!

Fresh coffee and fresh air!

Coffee? Sir, I think we all could use a stiffer drink!

There's some poor Maryland bourbon and raw California brandy under my rack.

Now we'll all have a jigger just as soon as we reach that

rendezvous and secure Captain Culpepper back on board!

We're going home! We're going home! We're going home! [laughter]

[rain] ♪♪

[harmonica playing]

CUTTER!

[vehicles driving by] ♪♪

♪♪