Let's take her up and look for survivors, Chief.
- Give me some rise on the planes! - Rise on the planes, aye.
Deploy main ballast!
Gotcha.
Oh, crap.
Help!
Please! Help!
Help! Help!
Do you speak English?
English. Do you speak English?
What's your rank? What do you do?
What's your job? Your job.
"Job."
You're an electrician. Good. You can us help squeeze more juice out of them batteries.
Sir, I see the skipper.
Battery's dead. Whatever juice was left we used up when we maneuvered.
What about the diesels?
Starboard's a wreck. We need the dry dock to fix it.
Port side diesel's the good news. Whoever the Krauts had on it...
didn't know a piston head from his sister's titty.
I think I can fix it.
Okay, Tank. Do what you can.
Yes, sir.
All right. Listen up.
We've decided on a course.
We're headin' for England, Land's End.
It's the closest, besides occupied France.
Rabbit, how many torpedoes do we have?
Just one. It's in the stern tube, which is busted, bleedin' air from somewhere.
- Sir? - Yeah, what is it, Trigger?
Can't we just use the radio...
fire off a Mayday and wait for a rescue?
That's impossible.
If we transmit, the Germans will direction-find our position to a grid...
with their missing two U-boats.
If they even suspect we have the Enigma, they will change their entire coding system.
And that would completely negate the purpose of our mission.
Mr. Tyler,
if we head for England,
we're gonna go straight through the western approaches.
He's right. I mean, that's Jerry's backyard. Listen, guys.
It's full of U-boats. And we've got nothing to defend ourselves with.
Do you think I got all the answers here?
Think I know how we're gonna get out of this? I don't. I don't know how.
- I say we use the radio. - Nobody asked you.
- We use the radio and take our chances. - I said can it.
- It's what the captain would have done... - Captain's dead.
This is crazy.
This whole thing is crazy...
riskin' our lives over a typewriter.
It's not a typewriter. The hell it ain't. It's got buttons like a typewriter.
Yeah, well, it's not. Whatever it is, it's crazy we get killed over it.
The navy says it's important, it's important.
The navy says it's more important than you, him, me, fine.
We're gonna die trying.
And that ain't crazy. That's our job.
What I don't understand, Chief, is how come you're not in charge?
Scuttlebutt is Dahlgren was kicking Tyler out of the navy anyway, and...
You stow that shit right now, sailor.
Lieutenant Tyler is your commanding officer, and you will respect that man as such.
Do you understand? Yes, Chief.
Look at them sons of bitches.
You know my pop was a fisherman?
He had this old 60-footer he'd run all over the gulf.
Noisy two-stroke diesel.
Rotten to the gunnels, that thing.
I could scrub that deck three times a day, and it still stunk like fish.
And I swore I'd never skipper a boat like that, Chief.
Hmm, I saw myself...
standin' on the bridge of a battleship.
A real sea captain.
Mr. Tyler, permission to speak freely?
Of course, Chief.
This is the navy,
where a commanding officer is a mighty and terrible thing...
a man to be feared and respected.
All knowing, all powerful.
Don't you dare say what you said to the boys back there again... "I don't know."
Those three words will kill a crew, dead as a depth charge.
You're the skipper now,
and the skipper always knows what to do, whether he does or not.
- Aircraft off the port bow! - Shit!
Real sorry, sir. It dropped right out of the clouds.
Rabbit, Trigger, stand by the flak gun.
Sir. Sir.
It's German. Looks like long-range reconnaissance.
What the hell's it doing way out here?
Jesus, here it comes. All right. Sit tight.
As far as he knows, we're all playing on the same team. Everybody wave.
Wave?
Sir, we're sittin' ducks. If we shoot first, we can blow 'em out of the sky.
We miss, he's gonna radio us in. That plane's gonna be the least of our problems.
This is crazy. You're gonna get us killed.
He's comin' around. He's comin' around!
He's attacking! Rabbit, do something!
Mazzola, shut up. Rabbit, ignore him. Do something!
He's coming straight for us! He's coming right at us! Do something!
Acknowledge me, Seaman Parker. What are you waiting for?
Yeah, Rabbit! Shoot him! Seamen Parker, I'm ordering you!
Do not fire that weapon! Get your finger off that trigger!
Pull the trigger! Pull the trigger!
We're gonna die! Do it! Do it!
Come on! Goddamn it, can't you see him?
What the hell are you doin', huh?
This is not a goddamn democracy!
Mr. Tyler, I see a mast on the horizon!
Shit! That's a Nazi destroyer.
That plane must have been runnin' a recon screen for it.
Clear the bridge! Chief, secure the diesel and dive the ship!
Dive the ship! Aye, sir!
We don't have a green board. The engine room's not ready.
Vents won't open We lost hydraulics.
Tank, secure the diesel and rig the engine room for dive!
Tank, acknowledge!
Goddamn it! Mazzola, go see what the hell's going on back there.
Drop it, you Nazi son of a bitch! Drop it!
Goddamn it.
I'm real sorry, Mr. Tyler.
Took me right off my feet.
Listen to me. You've got to secure the diesel.
And find out why the vent valves won't open now!
Yes, sir. Goddamn it!
Eddie, get this son of a bitch out of here. Chain him to the bunks.
Make sure his hands and feet are secure. Put him into submission!
Lieutenant, we have a problem! Take care of it, Eddie.
Oh, shit.
Tell Tank to finish those repairs. The destroyer is sending a launch.
He needs five minutes, Mr. Tyler!
We don't have five minutes, Chief.
Lieutenant, the deck cannon... If we fire a shell below the water line...
It wouldn't do a goddamn thing. No, that tub could take a hundred shells.
What we need is a working torpedo, which we do not have.
Trigger, stand by on the flak gun. When I give the word, turn that launch into driftwood.
Yes, sir. Gonna find out who we are in about 60 seconds.
Trigger, ready on that weapon? Chief, tell Tank he has one minute...
and get Wentz and Rabbit up here with the machine gun.
Hirsch, what happens when they find out we're not German?
After they shoot us as spies, they'll radio into headquarters.
They'll tell them the Enigma's been compromised.
What if we take out their radio, before they can notify anyone about us?
How? With that deck gun.
It's gonna be one hell of a shot, but we can do it.
Then we dive like hell, and we get under them quick.
We lure 'em a little bit closer to the continent, in range of Allied air cover.
Then we call in an air strike. Yeah, we call in an air strike.
Son of a bitch cut off pressure to the hydraulics.
We need to find the stop valve.
Damn!
See that structure topside with the big antenna sticking out of it?
Yes, sir. That's the radio shack.
You and Wentz get on the deck. On my command, put a shell right through the porthole.
Get to it, gentlemen. Get to it. Yes, sir!
Tell them to go away, Mr. Hirsch.
- Talk to me, Rabbit! - Deck gun manned and ready in all respects, sir!
Fire!
Clear the deck!
All right.
Come on!
Dive! Dive! Dive! Dive!
Come on. Why aren't we diving? Repairs aren't complete, sir.
Eddie, man the planes. Tank, all ahead full. Aye, sir!
Manning planes! All ahead full, aye!
Nice shot, Rabbit. That radio's history.
Come on.
We're heading right towards them. That's right.
Their deck guns can't get to us if we're in close enough.
Let's hope we can dive and clear her keel.
That's it. Hydraulics restored!
Thank you, Tank. That did it. We're going under.
Passing five meters.
Passing ten meters.
Fifteen meters.
Twenty meters.
Trigger, left full rudder.
Tank, all ahead two-thirds.
Contact maneuvering.
Heavy cavitation.
- Splashes. - Shit.
Step away from that bulkhead, Mr. Hirsch.
The shock wave from one of these explosions can snap your spine.
Chief, you ever been depth charged?
Once, off Murmansk,
back in World War I.
One charge came so close, it rattled four teeth out of the skipper's head.
Wasn't even close.
Control, starboard E-motor's seized up.
The German must have sabotaged it.
Goddamn it.
There's no way we make it to Allied air cover creepin' along on one shaft.
Get down!
Eddie, help Chief.
Ye-Yes, sir.
Mr. Chief, I got that.
Tank... you alive back there?
Yes, sir.
Good. Port ahead two-thirds.
Port ahead two-thirds. Aye, sir.
Tank... can you fix the stern tube?
I don't know, Mr. Tyler.
I don't want an "I don't know."
Can you fix the torpedo tube? Yes... or no?
Yes, sir. I think I can.
Thank you, Tank.
Chief, make depth 1-6-0 meters.
That's more than 500 feet.
Take us down, Chief.
Aye, sir.
One-six-zero meters.
Twenty degrees dive, both planes. Twenty degrees dive, aye, sir.
Mr. Tyler, sir,
uh, do you plan on going up against a destroyer...
with only one fish in the tube and a busted motor?
Yes, I am, Eddie.
How wise is that, Lieutenant? Not very.
But have a look. Chief.
There is no way a two-knot submarine...
can get in firing position against a 30-knot destroyer unless we go deep.
At 160 meters,
we can shoot out a bunch of junk from the forward tubes.
It will resurface and create a debris field.
Now the destroyer's gonna go to the center of that debris field,
shut off its engines to make it real nice and quiet...
and do an acoustic search to make sure we're dead.
But we're not. See, we're here,
on our way up to periscope depth.
All right, principle of ascent velocity.
Our positive buoyancy pulls us up and away from the destroyer.
And when we surface, we'll be showing it our ass at 700 yards.
That is a perfect setup for a stern shot on a stationary target.
Boom. It don't get much prettier than that.
All right, Mr. Tyler.
All right. Passing 1-3-0 meters.
Very well. Rabbit,
I need you to load Mazzola's body into tube three...
and put an escape jacket onto him to make sure he floats.
Wanna shoot him out like garbage?
His body is gonna save our lives.
I'll say a few words for him.
Hirsch, go with Rabbit. Eddie, can you man both planes?
Yes, sir. Mr. Tyler. Yeah.
If you can't take out that destroyer,
the danger is not that some of us may die.
It's that some of us may live.
These men have seen and heard things...
that must not be revealed to the enemy...
our secrets,
such as our radar capabilities...
and our understanding of German encryption.