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'You're lucky you don't know what it means to fight and die at sea.'

And you're lucky you've never given birth to a child...

to have some stranger knock at the door

to tell you you'll never see him again.

May I take this opportunity to convey my deepest sympathy

for the bomb attack on the boat terminal.

Have you confirmed the number of dead?

Seven. But no German citizens. Mm.

A U-boat's been spotted travelling North through the Canary straits.

No need for air cover.

I want this kill for myself.

Bring her into the lee of the isle.

Keep the engines turning.

But remember the North-East trade. Won't they hear?

They're reported running on the surface.

They'll hear nothing but their own engines.

Right.

I'll be with Mr Walsh watching for 'em.

You take the bridge, Mercer.

Direct us into action. Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

You know the other reason why I turned down your transfer request?

No, sir.

You aim too low.

You don't want to be some other fool's XO.

When we get back, I'll recommend you to Francombe for your own command.

Your son deserves a captain as a father.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

Wheelhouse. New course.

That her, Mr Walsh? I'll tell you what, sir.

She's going a fair lick for a U-boat.

That's the Tarfaya current.

He must be in a hurry to risk travelling so exposed.

Target in bearing 115,

South of the small isle of Roque del Este.

Tracking North with a barely believable 22 knots.

Take us into position, Mr Mercer. Yes, sir, Commander Swinburne.

Bridge to wheelhouse. New course.

105, port 75. 1,000 yards, full speed ahead.

Deck guns, battle stations, Mr McCoy.

Speed is ten knots.

Asdic? Target bearing 105.

Distance 2,000.

They'll soon be right under us, Mercer.

Depth charges set to maximum depth.

Set charges, Mr McCoy. 450 feet.

Stand by.

Drop pattern.

U-boat moving ahead.

Yeah, not for long.

We'll soon hold him down. Depth?

They must be very deep. We've not hit them.

It could take hours. Then we've got hours.

As long as it takes.

But I don't understand why he's not trying to get away, like before.

Submarine resurfacing.

They're blowing the ballast tanks.

Asdic suggests he's surfacing, Number One. Green 90.

Four-inchers, all turrets, stand by, Mr McCoy. Green 90.

On it. Go! Go, go!

Move! Go, go, go, go, go.

Ready.

There she pops.

Come on, boys.

She's up, sir! On my way.

McCoy standing by with the four-inchers? Yes, sir.

Shall I give the order to open fire? Not yet.

They don't appear to be offering any resistance,

just abandoning ship like the cowards they are.

So this is how this ends.

There's no white flag either, sir.

When have these bastards ever played by the rules?

I quite fancy meeting this CO before I sink his boat.

He gave us the slip for long enough.

You have command here this time, Mr Mercer.

Oh, and don't worry. I won't shoot anybody...unless I have to.

Mr Mercer.

Well done.

Commander.

Glad we get to meet.

Search the rest of the boat.

Look under the beds.

Apart from Able Seaman Niedermeyer, who is too ill to go in the water,

we're the last men on board, I assure you.

The assurances of a German are meaningless.

Bit slow in disposing of that.

A screw broke.

Germany's famed engineering.

Hmm.

Your codebooks?

Naval intelligence will be delighted.

What do you think's in the crates?

Sauerkraut and Bratwurst.

Some filthy Hun shit, I expect.

All sailors, radio room immediately.

Skipper wants us.

Down there.

Keep an eye on them.

I'm on the starboard side.

What are they doing?

Mr McCoy.

I don't like it, sir.

They're all in the water but the boat's drifted round.

It will have a clear shot at us soon.

The Commander's on board.

What's going on, sir? What are you doing?

Now, if you'd care to join your men in the water, Herr Oberleutnant.

And what if I don't? We shall scuttle your boat.

What the hell is going on?

Hard to port! Full speed ahead!

The forward magazine! Get down!

Brace! Brace!

Where is he?! Bring him up!

Get out!

I'm gonna execute that bastard, I swear to God!

No, you are not.

I'm Oberleutnant zur See Franz Buchner, CO of U-949,

and you are now our prisoner.

Commander. Where do you want the Cap...

We found this fucker in the torpedo roo... What the...?

Please ask your men to lay down their weapons.

Now.

And we will save these men.

I promise you.

Lay them down, lads.

Go on.

Give it to me.

Give it to me!

Oh.

Where is he? Has he been arrested?

No. I don't think so.

Did he betray us?

If he'd betrayed us, I think we'd know about it.

Where the hell has he been all night?

I need him to follow Weiss.

He had his own reasons for being here. Right?

I think this might explain it.

He's here? Here and now.

Christ, that's today.

Come on.

But we can let him know that you're here.

For whom?

For Klausie.

It means a lot to him.

Give it to him.

Thank you.

Commander Swinburne.

We're about to enter the neutral waters of Portugal.

And, as you know, they are less accommodating than the Spanish.

We must dive. You have to go below. But you can have my bunk.

"They that go down to the sea in ships...

..that do business in great waters,

these see the works of the Lord, and his wonders in the deep."

Psalm 107. The sailors' psalm. Do you know it, Oberleutnant?

No.

"For he commandeth and raiseth up the stormy winds...

which lifteth up the waves thereof.

They mount up to the heaven...

..they go down again into the depths.

Their soul is melted in their troubles."

My son's ship...a merchantman...

..sunk by a U-boat.

I wanted revenge.

I was too bent on it, not looking after my own men.

"No white flag," Mercer said. Jesus Christ - Mercer.

I lost my son, too.

British bombers.

You're a fine sailor.

You've commanded a crew of children. Even your CO is a child.

You've outsmarted a destroyer and 170 men.

But you did so dishonourably.

War strips us all of honour.

I'll not go below with you.

But we must dive. I must go down with my men...

..and my ship.

That's the honourable thing to do.

He told me not to let you try to save him.

Why should I trust you?

Because I would not deceive a fellow man of the sea

over something like this.

"They reel to and fro...

and stagger like a drunken man...

..and they are at their wits' end.

And they cry unto the Lord in their trouble

and he bringeth them out of their distresses."

'"He maketh the storm calm

so that the waves there of are still.

Then they are glad because they be quiet.

So he bringeth them unto their desired haven."'

Do you like it? Dad!

Do you?

Wow.

That's fantastic. Come here.

Oh, I am so proud of you.

You like it, too? I love them.

Oh, wow.

Sandwiches?

'"Oh, that men would praise the Lord for his goodness

and for his wonderful works... to the children of men."'

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