If we fall into German hands alive, we will be tortured without mercy.
Either you succeed in sinking that ship...
or you must see to it that none of us survive
to be captured.
We commend his soul to God...
and commit his body to the deep.
Mr. Tyler, contact is zigging.
Splashes.
Contact getting closer.
More splashes.
Tank, line up to pump engine room bilge to sea.
Yes, sir.
Rabbit,
fire the tubes.
Bye, Mazzola.
They're setting them charges too shallow.
Secure that air valve!
Chief, what's our depth?
One-six-zero meters.
Zero the planes. Zero the planes.
Splashes!
They're too close together!
I can't count them.
Chief,
take us to 200 meters.
We're gonna get under these damn things.
Chief,
take us to 200 meters.
Aye, sir.
Making my depth 200 meters.
Ten degrees dive, both planes.
Ten degrees dive. Aye.
One-seven-zero meters.
Tank,
what's the status on the stern torpedo tube?
There's a couple things wrong. I can operate the muzzle door,
but I'm still working on the impulse air.
One-eight-zero meters.
Mr. Tyler, depth gauge back here says 180 meters.
Thanks, Tank. I know.
Keep working.
One-nine-zero meters.
Two-hundred meters. Zero the planes.
Zero the planes, aye. Zero the planes.
Mary, mother of God.
Those Krauts sure know how to build a boat.
Chief, take us up!
Blowing negative! Planes full rise! Clockwise, Hirsch!
- Rabbit, help me out! - Go! Go!
Chief, are you seeing this?
Needle's off the scale! We have to blow main ballast tanks!
Do it, Chief!
- She's still going down! - Ballast tanks are bone dry!
I'm gonna try the trim tanks!
Come on, come on, come on!
She's going up! She's going up!
Mr. Tyler, we're coming up.
But I've lost control of the ballast tanks.
I can't stop our ascent.
Where are we with the stern torpedo?
Piping's damaged.
There's a break in the air line, so there's no pressure to launch a torpedo.
I tried to bypass the leak, but it's way back in the bilge underwater.
There's no way to reach it. I can't fit.
Can somebody else get to it? I don't know.
Maybe somebody smaller.
That's Rabbit or Trigger.
Comin' up on 200 meters.
You gotta pick one.
Trigger. Trigger,
lay aft with Tank.
Move it, son. You got a job to do.
See, we got no air pressure to fire the torpedo.
One of these pipes is busted and leaking air.
How am I gonna find it? You'll see bubbles coming out. A lot of 'em.
Find the isolation valve aft of the leak and crank it down.
Got it? Yeah.
I rigged this hose so you can breathe through it.
Now listen to me. As soon as you finish, you get out of there.
Okay? Yeah.
I can hear her.
Making slow turns.
She just stopped her screws.
I think they see the debris.
I think they're buying it.
One-eight-zero meters.
Chief, can you slow our ascent? We are not ready.
Can't, sir.
We got a one-way ticket topside.
If we surface without a torpedo to fire, we're dead.
There's two air leaks.
I got one, but the other one's way in the back.
I need some more slack on the hose to get to it. That's all there is.
Shit.
One-five-zero meters.
I hear Morse code.
What the hell is it? Are they signaling us?
What's it saying, Wentz?
"I am U-571. Destroy me."
Coming up on 9-0 meters.
Sir, she's started her engines again.
No go, Mr. Tyler. He can't reach.
Trigger, in one minute we're gonna hit the surface. Do you understand me?
Now you've got to go back in there and try.
I wouldn't ask you if our lives didn't depend on it.
Sorry, sir. I can't reach it. No, no, Trigger.
Now listen to me.
You can reach it, and you will.
Now you are gonna close that valve.
Sir, I can't! You're the only chance we've got.
Now you're gonna go back down in that bilge,
and you're gonna do your job, sailor.
Report to me the instant that torpedo's ready to fire. Yes, sir.
Thirty meters.
Talk to me, Wentz. Destroyer is under way.
Steady bearing. They're closing our position.
Shit! Come on, Trigger!
Twenty meters.
Hold on. We're gonna surface.
Raising scope.
Got her.
She's heading right for us.
Helm, come right ten degrees. Aye, sir!
Watch your bow planes. Aye, sir. Watching my bow planes.
Tank, start the diesel. All ahead full!
Port diesel ahead full!
Shit, they've got us bracketed.
Incoming!
We're hit! We're hit!
- Wentz, get in here! - Eddie, secure that hatch!
Tube still not ready!
- Request permission to abandon ship! - Not yet, Chief.
Control, aft torpedo ready in all respects!
Hold us right there, Rabbit. Hold us steady right here. Steady on bearing 8-0 degrees!
Fire!
Tank, fire right now or we die!
Come on, come on.
Torpedo!
Well, that blew 'em right in half.
Hell, Mr. Tyler, if you ever need a chief,
I'd go to sea with you anytime.
Thank you, Chief.
Tank, you okay?
Trigger drowned.
That kid didn't give up, did he?
Neither did you, Mr. Tyler.
We can't keep her afloat much longer, sir.
Let's abandon ship.
Mr. Tyler. Mr. Tyler.