A good seaman is also a careful seaman, right Johann?
Says as much in naval regulations. Isn't that so?
On these diesels, you can depend, captain.
It's all right, Johann.
Excuse me.
For your journal?
- Yes, wonderful stuff. - Let's see you work! The press is here.
This way a moment. Yes, wonderful.
So nicely greased with Vaseline now. Come on. We're ready to ram it in!
Don't let me disturb you. Carry on working.
Can I just bring you around this way? Yes, good.
- Yes. Yes. - Quick! Quick! Move it!
Yes, this is great.
Can you go this way? Can I take this?
Good. Let's have some again with...
Who did that?
Who did that?!
Apply compressed air.
The worst day since we shipped out.
We avoid talking to each other.
We avoid each other like lepers.
Oh, my God, what a useless yo-yo!
At least she had a real nice shape.
Must make the best of what's there.
She hasn't got a friend. The girl's not a dame, huh?
Hey.
The exhaust doors, to countersink, I'll never forget that again.
I remember a day in Paris, in a bistro.
Good, what is it? Is it real sexy?
Let's have it.
There is this black guy with that blond girl.
And she's playing with him under the table.
They are not shy about that at all.
Those sluts in Paris.
Me neither, man.
Then he starts moaning, rolls his eyes...
...I check underneath the table...
...and see him come...
...and it lands on my shoes.
That's still better than in your coffee.
- Mine is warm. - They might relieve us sooner.
- It's always the same. - They always turn up late.
Hey, watch out, man.
Nothing is happening. Nothing.
We are sailing in limbo.
The silence onboard is like the inside of a coffin.
One goddamn toilet, and then you have to share with this whore.
Where is our friend the Bible-thumper coming from, Schwalle?
He's a church berger.
Must be a pretty good place, huh, Schwalle.
They raise the afterbirths and chuck the babies in the garbage dump.
Hey, friend...
...what chapter is it today, Lord, my host?
Shut your dirty mouth.
- Shut up, huh? I'll shut your mouth. - Leave me alone.
Gives me a bloody pain, spouting this religious stuff.
Let him have his way, we'll be crawling on both knees, singing and praying.
Tell me, now...
...you got any hairs up your nose?
- Why? - I've got some up my ass.
Maybe we could knit them together.
Françoise, my love...
...this is my 14th letter, but you've yet to see one.
20th day at sea.
Head foggy, limbs hurt, eyes burn. It's all so crazy.
Inhale bad smells and produce our own. What a madness.
- Alarm! - Alarm!
Get topside.
Flood it!
All main vents open!
There's a shadow appearing starboard.
- Take her down 30 meters. - Down 30 meters. Stern planes up.
Easy. Bow planes down 10.
Planes at zero.
Anything on the starboard beam?
Propeller sounds.
1-1-0 degrees.
Way aft of us.
Contact growing fainter.
Fading faster.
All right.
We'd better stay down now.
- Steer 1-2-0. - Steer 1-2-0.
A lone ship traveling fast.
We have no chance of getting her in this light.
Steady on 1-2-0, sir.
- Stand by to take a reading. - Stand by to take a reading.
Try to take a reading.
Stand by to take a reading.
"It's more than merely superficial to take care...
...in dress and personal appearance.
It denotes that the inner man is someone upstanding...
...and has a corresponding effect on other people.
An officer should be thoroughly unpretentious...
...in his dressing deportment.
This, regrettably, is not always the case.
In the old days...
...young officers used to be treated more indulgently in this respect.
Mindful that the German lieutenant had always been prepared to die...
...in a pinch, his superiors..."
Comfortable, huh?
No mail, no telephone.
Well-ventilated boat.
Solid-wood paneling.
Free food too.
We're in clover here.
Like fresh horse droppings.
They're rolling in clover as well.
They've no need to work to make a living.
They're even allowed to smoke.
"...and when all that remains in the gaze that they turn on him...
...is the age-old question that betokens ultimate trust and confidence:
'Sir, where do you order us to die? '
A junior officer reaps the full fruits of his labor as leader and educator...
...when given responsibility for the training..."
U-boat special cocktail. Jealous?
Stop that!
"Our recent triumphs:
We dive to evade enemy aircraft. Lost contact.
Dive to avoid destroyer. Depth charge."
The British have stopped making mistakes.
Cut off extra supply of fuel to the engines!
- Torpedo rooms, carry out lateral... - Come on!
Check the gyro angles.
- Watch out! - Check periscope alignment.
I'll be in the engine room.
- 0-6-0. - Check.
What's going on?
- Look out! Here we go, girls. - What's happening?
It's U-32. She's spotted a British convoy somewhere in our vicinity.
We should be there in 10 hours.
- Now hear this. - Listen.
U- 32 is operating against a convoy. We are joining in the hunt.
Contact expected anytime after 1800 hours. Over.
Soon we'll get rid of these beauties. They're all ready for blastoff.
Over 30 freighters!
Berthold has to wait till we arrive.
He followed the convoy and keeps in contact with us.
For me, it's the best craft afloat, the U-boat.
And sailing ships.
Skimming across the sea like a bird on a wing.
I've sailed on a three-masted schooner. Wonderful ship.
Lots of room. Hulls big as churches.
That's a fine way to waste fuel.
Lunatic.
Damn this weather!
Come on, give us another squirt.
Another two hours.
Why doesn't Berthold signal us?
Maybe one of their destroyers got him on the run.
On the alert these days, the British.
They keep their destroyers well out of sight.
Very neat...
...deflect us from our course before our boat is in range.
Or force us to dive.
Yeah, yeah, it's no submarine picnic, let me tell you.
Damn this weather, damn it.
We could pass the British completely without seeing them.
We should be well within range. Why doesn't Berthold signal us?
Why haven't we heard from HQ?
Visibility is nil, sir! It's useless!
- Prepare to dive. - Prepare to dive!
- Clear the bridge now! - Shut it!
Diving positions! Stand by, main vents.
- Take her down 30 meters. - Bow planes up 10.
Stern down 5.
Bow planes zero.
Stern zero.
What's up? Why are we diving?
- Hydrophone check. - What?
In bad weather, you are able to hear more than see on the surface.
Stern planes up 5. Easy. Both planes zero.
Can't you make a contact?
Nothing?
Captain. Captain. Here.
Contact bearing 0-6-0. Quite faint.
Depth charges.
They're blasting someone.
What's the bearing from us now?
Moving right 0-4-5 degrees.
Moving away from us.
- Surface! Steer 3-3-0. - Steer 3-3-0.
Bow up 10, stern down 5. All ahead two-thirds.
Note this in our logbook:
In spite of bad weather, decided to commence operation. Moving in now.
Steady on 3-3-0, sir.
Damn the stinking weather!
- How does it look? - One minute, captain.
We are here. The enemy should be here if they haven't zigzagged.
Freighter on starboard bow! Bearing 0-4-0.
They're over there! 0-4-0 and closing!
That's no freighter.
No, a destroyer.
Coming straight at us. Clear the bridge.
Take her down!
- Come to periscope depth. - Come to periscope depth.
Bow planes up 10.
Both planes zero.
Stern down 5.
Come up.
- Stand by, battle stations. - Stand by, battle stations.
Out of the way, damn it!
Gangway!
Make way!
Go, go, go! Faster! Faster! Hop, hop, hop!
Keep it level, chief.
Flood tubes one through four.
- Flood tubes one through four. - Flood tubes one through four.
He wants to attack the destroyer. Crazy in this weather.
Tubes one through four, flooded.
Watch your depth, chief.
Bow planes up 2. Stern planes down 2.
Come on.
Both planes come to zero.
13.5 meters.
- Open bow caps now. - Open bow caps.
Enemy speed to 1-0.
Bow left. Bow angle 0-3-0.
Range, 6000.
Depth, 2 meters.
Torpedo speed, 4-0. Spread shots from tubes one and three.
- Angle of spread, 3 degrees. - Spread shot, tubes one and three.
Angle of spread, 3 degrees.
Tubes one through four ready for submerged firing.
Damn it!
Close bow caps. Take her deeper, chief! Take her deeper!
Depth charges dropped!
Depth charges!
Get some fuses, quick!
Check all hull valves and closures.
Control, all secure.
Forecastle clear.
No serious damage.
They must have spotted our periscope.
Seems incredible with that sea condition.
Both planes steady at zero. Level at 60 meters.
Is it getting louder?
Seems constant. Ahead of us.
2-8-0.
Two hundred and eighty... Thirty-five...
Drawing further ahead, 2-9-5.
- Left full rudder. - Left full rudder.
Rudder is left full, sir.
Steer due north.
- Deeper, chief. - Bow planes down 15. Stern up 10.
Pump 200 liters forward.
All ahead one-third.
200 meters forward, chief.
Both main motors indicate ahead one-third.
Now it gets psychological, friends.
Check torpedo tubes!
For God's sake!
Easy. Easy, guys.
This is nothing.
Kill unnecessary lights.
- Kill lights. - Kill lights.
Silent speed.
Both main engines at 50 rpm.
Both engines indicate 50 rpm.
Contact coming closer, 0-5-2 degrees, starboard bow, closing.
Closing fast.
Midships.
Both main engines full ahead. Right full rudder.
Both main engines indicate full ahead. Right full rudder.
Coming straight for us, sir.
He knows what he's doing. Deeper.
Bow down 20. Stern up 5.
Destroyer coming nearer. Almost above us now.
- Deeper, chief, quick. - Stern up 10.
Don't be afraid.
It's only the pressure.
Deeper.
Stern up 15.
Pump out 250 liters.
Come on, hurry!
Tighten this flange! Hurry up!
Bring her up 150 meters, chief!
Forward 20! Stern down 10!
Come on, Frenssen, quickly!
Come on, tighter, Frenssen! Hurry!
Get the damn thing tightened!
Depth-gauge hull valves secured.
Both planes are eased to zero.
Level at 150 meters.
Becoming louder.
She's turned around, 0-5-5.
Go on, get it over.
Contact closing fast.
They're above us.
Just above us.
Contact fading to starboard.
Twenty-two.
Twenty-three.
They are far away.
Contact receding aft.
Can barely hear it.
Now?
It has passed us by.
I think that will be all this time.
Silent speed.
Both main engines silent speed, 50 rpm.
Both main engines indicate 50 rpm.
- All compartments report damage. - All compartments report damage.
All compartments report damage.
From my private collection.
- How does it look in the engine room? - It's smashed up quite badly.
- Be able to patch her up at sea? - Already started.
Be sure and make it good, chief.
I've got a feeling we're going to see some action.
Nothing?
Waited over an hour now.
- I guess we've frightened them off, sir. - Don't be so sure.
He could have stopped and is still there waiting...
...to surprise us when we try to surface.
Not dumb, the British.
Stay on silent speed. When it's dark, we'll surface.
- Aye, aye, captain. - I guess we'll see.
Captain.
Thanks.
- What's the light like up top? - It's dark. Sun set two hours ago.
Prepare to surface, 30 meters.
- Thirty meters. - Bow planes up 15, stern planes up 5.
Ninety.
Eighty meters.
Seventy.
Sixty meters.
Fifty.
Coming up fast.
- Sound check at 30. - Planes at zero. Stern down 3.
Level at 30 meters.
Well?
- Periscope depth. - Periscope depth.
Bow up 3.
Stern down 5.
Come up.
Stern up 3.
Zero.
- Surface. - Bow set to blow.
We made it.
We have returned from hell.
If only your mother could see you now!
- What's he doing here? - I don't know.
It's the cylinder head gasket. Probably just a loose bolt.
Can you tighten it?
We got a call from U-48.
- We'll talk about it. - Yes. I'll be there right away.
- Do we have to turn in off? - Yes, lieutenant.
Cut it out! All this damn noise!
I got bad news, guys.
What's up now?
Our soccer team is losing.
Five to zero.
Not a chance of making the finals now.
It can't be! I just don't believe it!
Weather forecast, very low pressure.
Wind speeds up to 150 to 200 kilometers per hour.
Heavy disturbance, resulting from interaction between...
... subtropical and polar air currents.
This means a storm.
Drop them.
You dirty little boy. Crabs.
A whole army of them.
A winkie like yours, they'll eat it down to the bone.
Give them a blowout with the gunpowder!
Excuse me, lieutenant.
Needs a shave, this meat does.
What are those things crawling about on your eyebrows?
Pardon?
A case for the medic, I'd say.
Crabs, by the look of them.
- What's wrong? - Are you joking?
When the creatures begin to surface, it's the fifth stage.
You know, I'm certain we'll meet a British convoy.
Too bad. Berthold stopped communications.
Headquarters are waiting as well.
They want him to report his location.
Now this.
North Atlantic interferences.
Couldn't be worse.
Well...
At least we're showing you a good time.
Okay, guys, get that stuff into the torpedo room.
Hey, you two, give me a hand.
Move it. Don't fall asleep.
- Boatswain. - Yes, lieutenant?
- Do you know where the medic is? - In the bow compartment, lieutenant.
- Come on in. The more the merrier. - The crabs got you too!
Hey, lieutenant, got your swimsuit on?
Oh, darling, that's divine.
Are you looking for your camera, lieutenant?
Hoist the sails, the wind is blowing.
At least we don't have to deal with airplanes in this shitty weather.
It's a hard life at sea, huh?
Not if you took it lying down.
What's the matter, lieutenant, still can't find your camera?
Lieutenant!
Lieutenant, watch yourself, sir.
- What? - Take it easy! Calm down!
Have you gone crazy or something?
Guess what. Have you heard the latest?
Our Dufte is tying the knot.
- Lord help the stupid pig! - You're such a mean bastard!
I thought he only jerks off!
They should stick you in a zoo and mate you with a chimpanzee.
Here are pictures of the beautiful Fräulein!
- Let me see. - Where did you find them, asshole?
Asshole!
Are you really fucking this broad?
- I've got a great idea. - What?
How'd you like to take a swim in this weather?
Can you swim at all?
These boats are built to take it.
A real storm on a sailing ship. You should try that sometime.
You hardly feel a thing down here.
- Captain? - Compass.
The boat's heaving starboard. I can't keep her on course.
No cause for concern.
But it is pointless, sir.
We're burning up fuel for nothing.
Prepare to dive.
- Diving stations! - Diving stations.
Stand by, all main vents.
What a blessing. How merciful.
The captain is taking us down for an hour.
One hour...
... of peace and quiet.
Not the greatest success, is it?
Position reports, very faint.
SOS calls from enemy freighters.
Well, well...
When the rudder breaks on one of those old tenders...
...there's nothing to do but pray.
The sea can't sink us, Hinrich.
No ship's as safe as our U-boats.
Hinrich.
Put the record on again.
You know the one.
Our 40th day at sea.
The storm has been raging now for one whole week.
Watch out! Heads down!
Look out!
Man overboard!
Pilgrim!
Watch out! Watch out!
Watch out!
Hold on! Hold on!
I got him! Make way!
Hold on!
The first-aid kit. Bring the first-aid kit!
Damn it!
Bring the first-aid kit! Damn it!
- Prepare to dive. - The first-aid kit!
"Self-discipline is the only road to military leadership.
No form of training is possible without his example."
Three ribs cracked and a gash on the head.
He was lucky.
What a rotten month.
Absolutely rotten.
Mildew is good for you.
A royal organism...
...just like hyacinths.
Anything that grows on this boat we've got to be grateful for.
Must be snowing already back home.
"If you wish to learn the art of leadership...
...become a whole person."
Strange.
It's been years since I've seen snow.
- Can I have a look? - Sure.
Your wife?
The 15th day of the storm.
Look! There, in front! There!
Bridge to captain, U-boat at port bow!
A German boat! A German U-boat!
Heading 3-5-0. Over there.
Almost straight ahead!
You're right!
- Both engines stop. Bring up the light. - Both engines stop! Bring up the light!
Look, it's Thomsen! Thomsen!
Both engines stop. Bring up the lights. It's Thomsen!
Good hunting, you old rascal!
My God, Phillip.
So they've pushed you out to sea again.
Goddamn it!
A dozen boats we've got in the Atlantic!
From Greenland to the Azores, a mere dozen!
But still we almost collide with one of our own!
Sixty meters. Boat is trimmed, sir.
Something's wrong here.
Have you checked on our position?
- More or less, captain. - More or less? That's not good enough!