We haven't had a sun shot in 14 days.
And we've been drifting in this storm.
Hard to compute.
I understand.
We make a few errors in our own position, the others do the same...
...and we end up playing collision games, leaving the route wide open.
And so we allow the British to shove the whole armada through.
Yeah, yeah.
It's another story when you're in the middle of the ocean, lieutenant.
I hope you're making notes of all this.
Maybe Headquarters will listen to you.
You've more influence than I have, sir.
So you believe that?
Come up 100 meters aft. Stern planes up 10.
Hey, man, ram it with a cork, will you? Dirty pig.
It's gas, you know. These Brussels sprouts.
Horst!
Spirits are abysmally low.
This ordeal is putting human endurance to the test.
It's an experiment to sound out the limits of our ability to suffer.
It's happened at last. After three weeks and two days...
... the storm has subsided.
From now on, the intensity and extent of military operations in the East...
... will be governed by the onset of the Russian winter. Despite attacks...
A signal, captain.
... German and Italian troops have had local successes. Enemy forces met...
... with heavy losses. While bombarding strategic targets in Leningrad...
... our artillery hit an ammunition dump, causing severe explosions and fires.
Nothing from Thomsen?
I've been trying to make contact with him for days.
He should have reported in by now.
You will soon be announcing another submarine missing.
Last night, the enemy penetrated German airspace at several points.
Nine British bombers were shot down. Waves of enemy aircraft dropped...
... fire and high- explosive bombs...
... mainly on nonmilitary targets in northwestern and western Germany.
A large number of civilians in Hamburg and Cologne...
... were injured or killed. That concludes today's broadcast...
... from the Armed Forces High Command.
His wife lives in Cologne.
I know.
Didn't you say you had relatives living in Cologne, Number One?
Lost my fiancée two months back in an air raid on Cologne.
I'm sorry.
Our lack of success is depressing the captain.
He seems to feel that the failures...
... of the entire submarine unit are his personal responsibility.
Cut your flashlight, already.
Ready? Emergency lighting only. It's bound to be a false alarm.
What's up?
A convoy.
- Permission to come up? - Affirmative.
Outward-bound convoy, five columns.
Very juicy.
Any escorts in sight?
- Destroyers? - No, no screen.
They have no protection. Nothing.
That's funny.
They could be off chasing one of ours.
Yeah.
That damn moon.
- How many of our boats are in contact? - Five.
Do we risk it?
It's worth a try, captain.
Come left to 1-8-0.
Left 5 degrees, rudder. New course, 1-8-0.
Steady on course 1- 8- 0, sir.
Kriechbaum, what's your feeling?
It will work, captain. We've got them.
- Prepare tubes 1 through 4 for firing. - Flood tubes one through four.
I'm going in. Master sight to Bridge.
Master sight to Bridge.
Tubes one through four flooded.
All full ahead, left full rudder. Come to 1-0-7.
Stand by to attack.
Watch the pressure of the lubricating oil!
Bow angle bearing 0-5-0.
Locked on.
- Range, 2200 meters. - Check.
Those two that are overlapping...
...double shot on the big one. The other two, a single each.
- Targets identified. - Right standard rudder.
All ahead one-third. Open bow caps.
Lock on tubes one and two. New bow angle 0-6-3.
- Check, locked on! - Hold on for bearing.
- All set! - Tubes one and two, fire when matched.
- Tubes one and two ready! - Tubes one and two ready!
- Tube one, fire! - Tube one, fire!
- Tube two, fire! - Tube two, fire!
- Tube three, fire when matched. - Tube three ready!
- Tube three, fire!
Tube three fired!
- Tube four ready. - Tube four ready!
- Tube four, fire! - Tube four, fire!
Destroyer ahead!
Alarm!
All hands forward! Forward diving position!
- Quick, quick, quick! - Keep it moving!
- Clear the way! - Move, move, move! Keep it moving!
Watch out!
Hurry! Hurry, hurry!
Battle stations!
Out of the way.
Bow planes up 10, stern up 5.
Clear the way!
Sit down!
Keep quiet, you men.
- Down 80 meters. - Down 80 meters.
Easy.
Bow down 15, stern up 10.
What about the torpedoes?
Any minute now.
Not long to go now.
110.
120.
Those lousy torpedoes. They don't run true.
What a crazy thing to do.
Charging in like that.
That destroyer won't let us off the hook.
They'll try and hunt us down, you'll see.
We hit the first.
Out of the way!
We hit her! We hit her! Quiet!
Time's up for the third torpedo.
Number three.
Now they are going to the bottom.
It's the bulkheads. They've collapsed.
This is it.
Now it's payback time.
- Well? - Destroyer bearing 0-4-4.
- In our direction? - Moving left.
Fading, sir.
Right full rudder. Both engines ahead two-thirds.
Rudder is right full. Both engines indicate ahead two-thirds.
Astern of us.
Way astern of us.
They're spitting in the wrong direction.
We haven't thrown them off yet.
I reckon they won't be too happy.
- Propeller noises. - Propeller noises.
Contact bearing 2- 7- 0, closing.
- Both engines ahead one-third. - Both engines ahead one-third.
Both main engines indicate ahead one-third.
Now you'll see.
All full ahead!
- Pump out 150 liters! - Main engines indicate full head!
Asdic.
Detector system. Ultrasonic.
The swine.
The filthy, rotten swine.
- What's the damage? - Air shaft fractured.
Quiet, boys.
Keep it quiet.
Nice and quiet, now.
- Whole dead slow. - Fifty rpm. Kill the fans.
- Left 15 degrees. - Left 15 degrees.
Stern left 15, sir.
- Shit! - All full ahead!
Let's get the hell out of here!
- Both ballasts and gate were fractured. - Isolate it. Isolate it!
Shut it down!
My God! We're on fire!
Motor room caught fire.
Cut to number two auxiliary!
Calm down! Calm down, for God's sake!
Chief, emergency ventilation.
Switch on fans, connect emergency cartridges.
Boy, oh, boy.
She doesn't want to let go of us.
What's going on?
Running away?
We have really smashed them.
My God, those bulkheads.
What's her bearing?
0-6-5, sir. Bearing constant.
Deeper, chief. Silent speed.
- Bearing? - 0-5-0.
Growing louder.
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah.
Deeper still. Right 30 degrees.
We'll try doubling back.
Keep them guessing.
Bow planes steady. Stern up 10.
Contact bearing 2-7-0.
It's fading.
- Right full rudder. - Right full rudder.
Rudder is right full, sir.
Steer 0-9-0.
Shit!
Second contact closing fast, bearing 0-7-6!
Backup.
Those bastards.
Deeper.
But, sir...
Yes, deeper.
Bow planes down 10. Stern planes up 7.
190 meters.
200 meters.
210 meters.
220 meters.
230 meters.
The bolts! They're bursting!
That's deep enough, chief. Ten meters rise!
All ahead starboard.
Look out!
Quiet, men, quiet.
Quiet.
Bring her up to 150 meters! Both full ahead!
Both full ahead, sir!
Left 20 degrees! Steer 0-5-0!
Steering on course 0-5-0, sir!
He is near his mark.
Not bad.
The foundation bolts are loose!
Quiet, damn you!
Reports! I want actual damage reports!
Leaking badly. We are leaking badly.
Engine room taking water!
Captain, permission to inspect engine room.
- Number One, take over! - Aye, aye, captain.
- The exhaust flap. - What's the trouble?
- Shit! - The flange bolts are sheared.
I need gaskets! Fast!
Where are you? Where are the gaskets!
Torpedo hatch taking water!
- Get a crowbar! - Get a crowbar!
They'll soon be out of fireworks.
Exhaust flap secured.
150 meters, all full ahead.
Torpedo-hatch spindle secured.
What's wrong, Johann?
Get back to your battle station. Right now.
Damn it, don't go crazy!
Back!
Back, Johann.
Back, Johann!
Bring him to the back. Hurry.
He's under control.
Who would have thought it of Johann?
Degrading.
Shameless.
Let it be, Hinrich, we can hear it.
Well, then, come on.
- Water in the machine! - All full ahead! Maximum power!
Both engines!
Blow!
180 meters!
190 meters!
200 meters!
210 meters!
220 meters!
We're sinking!
Kriechbaum, make a note for the war diary.
Captain.
After six hours at silent speed...
...it appears that the destroyers have lost us.
Observing intense fireglow at 210 degrees.
Probably flames from the tanker we hit.
It's noted, captain.
We'll surface in 10 minutes.
Notify chief engineer. Switch to red light.
First watch, stand by for duty.
You see, lieutenant?
They didn't kill us.
What a wizard, the chief engineer.
He worked in the machine room like a crazy man.
Repaired everything with what was on hand.
Who knows how he does it.
Forward hatch secured again.
Torpedoes are reloaded.
Good, Lumprecht.
These boys.
These great boys.
Her back's already broken.
She's a tough one. She won't go down.
- Let's finish her off, Number One. - Master sight to Bridge.
- Final shot. Flood number one tube. - Flood number one tube.
Number one tube is being flooded.
Number one ready for surface firing.
- Target speed, zero. - Check.
- Range, 650 meters. - Check.
Depth, four. Torpedo speed, 30.
Aiming point? Forward of aft mast.
- Tube one ready. - Tube one is ready.
- Tube one. - Tube one.
- Fire. - Fire!
Torpedo running!
- There's still men onboard! - There!
Why weren't they rescued off the ship?
Damn it! So many hours!
Help me! Help me!
They're swimming towards us, captain.
Help me!
- Both engines back one-half. - Both engines back one-half.
Help, save us!
May I clear the table?
It had to be like that.
Not nice, things like that.
But it had to be like that.
Why?
- Excuse me? - Why did it have to be like that?
Because our boat is barely enough for the 50 men we need here.
How many men would you have taken in?
One? Ten?
One hundred?
We are ordered to sink ships where we find them.
You can ask the men who started this war about the rest.
More signals, captain.
Read.
"Three freighters sunk. Convoy dispersed into groups and stragglers.
Contact broken. Cruising course, 30 degrees." U-112.
Wenzel. Not bad.
Kupsch's in contact with the same convoy.
Stackmann hit a 6000-tonner.
They're having a field day.
Any hope of joining them?
Difficult. Minimum five hours away at full speed. The fuel...
- We can't make... - Yes, yes! It's good!
When do we turn around, captain?
When I order for us to go back.
Navigator.
Fired from tube one at 950 meters. Hit aft mast with explosion.
Crew, assumed rescued, still onboard.
Survivors jump off the fast-sinking wreck, swim toward U-96.
Captain?
I wish to apologize.
This is nothing you can apologize for.
You deserted your post at a critical moment.
You also disobeyed my order.
Am I going to be court-martialed, captain?
How many patrols have you done?
Nine.
Why you, Johann?
This has never happened to me before, captain.
I was...
I blew a fuse somehow...
The nerves.
It won't ever happen again, captain. You can depend on me.
I swear.
All right, Johann.
No court-martial, sir?
Get some sleep.
Sunk at 192 degrees. Decision: Return 0700.
What a relief.
After 65 days at sea...
... we are headed home.
Cipher officer.
We'll fix it.
- It's the bulkhead conduit. - It'll work.
- Morning. - Morning, captain.
Get moving. There's a signal to be decoded.
Something top-secret.
Another special engagement.
But not with us.
Our boat is ready for the wharf.
Not to mention the fuel shortage. It won't last to La Rochelle.
- The last 100 miles... - We'll sail.
Don't worry, chief.
Decoded it yet?
Well, what is it?
For the captain only.
Very strange. Triple-enciphered.
Number One.
- Number One! - Captain?
Come here.
- Take a look at this on the map. - Yes, captain.
Interesting.
We've got a new destination port.
Really?
La Spezia.
- Excuse me? - La Spezia.
Do you suffer from deafness all of a sudden?
- That's in... - Italy, yeah.
Mediterranean.
- The fuel... - Supplied in Vigo.
Spain.
We're getting fuel, torpedoes, provisions, everything.
Heart, what else could you want?
Vigo is 200 miles closer.
We can do that without sails.
How nice of the bosses.
They think of everything.
Starboard 15, go to 130 degrees.
Gibraltar.
What do you know. Christmas in La Rochelle.
- Real girls in our Christmas stockings. - The sweet telephone operators.
- The sexy newsgirls. - We'll fuck our brains out.
A nice, slow, afternoon fuck.
- Now hear this. - The master's voice.
La Rochelle's out.
We've got a new port of destination.
La Spezia.
That's in the Mediterranean, as you know.
First, we'll pick up fuel and supplies at Vigo.
That's in Spain. Over.
Shit.
They must be crazy.
- What a dirty, rotten trick. - There goes our Christmas stocking.
No sexy little newsgirls. No whores.
I'd like to kill those morons!
Christmas in macaroni land, I've wished for that.
We've got to get there first, to get to them!
- Why? - Why? Gibraltar!
You can figure out what that means!
That's as narrow as a virgin.
If you want to get through that, we need to cover our boat with Vaseline.
Securing Rommel's supply routes, that's our official job.
They're losing Africa. We're called to the rescue.
It's insane.
We haven't enough U- boats in the Atlantic as it is.
Mediterranean.
It's madness.
It's swarming with English combat ships.
Werner, stand by.
Zero...
...25 degrees, 43.3 minutes.
Gibraltar.
It's the best chance to get ourselves killed.
When we reach Vigo, you go ashore, Lieutenant Werner. You and the chief.
But, sir...
I've already made the decision.
I've got to find me a replacement for the chief.
Our agents will smuggle you out of Spain somehow.
Dressed up as Gypsies, for instance.
- But, captain, I thought I'd be going... - No heroism.
It's all been settled.
It's easier to get two of you out.
Our agents will smuggle you out of Spain somehow.
The chief needs a break.
He must get home.
I understand, sir
The silence onboard is oppressive.
Each man isolated by an inner struggle to overcome his disappointment.
But most of all, his fear.
Supplies in Vigo? But that's not possible.
It's not up to you to worry about it.
But Spain is neutral.
You're pretty smart. They should have asked you first.
Tough break.
When we reach Vigo, it's goodbye.
Together with the chief.
The captain's ordered it.
So...
...I could deliver your mail for you.
Yeah.
There's quite a bunch of them here.
Well, it's quite a romance, isn't it?
Vigo, Spain.
Peacetime city...
... in a neutral country.
They won't be too happy about our presence.
Tuesday, 64th day
My longing for the sight of dry land is so overwhelming...
...sometimes I think I can actually smell it. Only 24 hours to go.
Equalize.
Guess how long I've been wearing this shirt.
- Since we sailed. - No, three weeks before that.
Pipe down.
- Switch to white light. - Hurry up with that gear.
Quiet, man!
All ahead one-third. Left 10 degrees, rudder.
Can you see the klieg lights?
On the port bow, double and triple flashes, wide.
There, navigation lights...
...a fishing boat. - She won't spot us.
Traffic's pretty heavy around here.
We'd better make sure we don't run anyone down.
Right, Kriechbaum?
That's a new one.
Right.
Keep a check on water depth.
Twenty-eight meters. Twenty-six meters.
- Lieutenant. - 26.5 meters.
- Thank you. - Twenty-six meters. Constant.
Now we just have to find this little barge.
SS Weser.
German merchant ship. She's got herself interned here.
With a bellyful of torpedoes, fuel and supplies.
- And that's all for us, Kriechbaum. - Yeah, first-class service.
Starboard beam, is it a customs launch?
No, fishing trawler.
- There. - Where?
Over there, sir.
Signaling an A, a code for us to approach.
Both engines ahead two-thirds. Left 5 degrees, rudder.
We arrived.
Port engine stop.
Officers to bridge.
Gentlemen.
Three cheers for our brave U-boat men.
- Heil. - Sieg...
- Heil! - Sieg...
Heil!
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No, no. Please.
This is...
- This is our commander. - My apologies, sir. I...
A pleasure to have you aboard the Weser, captain lieutenant.
A hero.
I'm delighted to be so honored.
Gentlemen, here they stand...
our heroes of the deep.
The Grey Wolves.
Our humble ship is honored...
...by the momentous occasion such as this is.
Captain, lead the way.
- Welcome aboard. - Nice tugboat you got here.
Looking forward to meeting you.
So here we are, captain.
...we've done what we can in our modest way. I hope it's to your taste.
Quite a table. Just like home.
Fresh bread, cakes from the ship's bakery...
...belly of pork, fresh sausage, slaughtered today, of course.
Well, we're waiting to hear your news.
Can't imagine what it means to us.
It isn't easy here. Despite what people say, it's very frustrating.
Sure, there's plenty to eat. Fuel supply's no problem.
Torpedoes are tricky, though. Very tricky. Never mind.
You're all set up.
The Spaniards tolerate us, but you couldn't call them enthusiastic.
Christmas cake.
Now, tell us...
...how many ships have you sunk? Now, let's see. I guess about...
Oh, champagne. How forgetful of me.
Take a glass.
Gentlemen, raise your glasses.
Drink to our heroes.
We're proud of you.
To the German U-boats service and to our beloved... -
Oh, yes. We're not exactly at home, if you understand what I mean.
Toast. All the best.
Cheers.
And now, plenty for everyone. Come on.
- Okay. Let's get down to business. - Yes, come along.
Yes, now, tell us all about it, captain. Continue.
I'm bursting with curiosity.
Those are fresh figs.
Fresh figs.
Never had one.
Keep quiet.
This time, we very nearly had it.
Phenomenal.
See, gentlemen, that's the stuff heroes are made of.
There's no other word for it except "phenomenal."
Come on, captain, I want to hear more. Here, give me your plate.
Herring salad, another specialty of our chef.
His mother's recipe.
Yes, and so...
...what's it like to be underwater?
To be submerged...
...while overhead, the enemy lies in wait.
It's dark.
- Dark? - Yes, and very quiet.
Just as long as no one farts.
- Why is that? - Well, as long as no one...
I can explain. Our Number Two means...
...at silent speed, the men must always exercise discipline.
And that's why you're forbidden to fart, yes?
Captain? The gentlemen from Madrid are here.
Herr Seewald, we've been expecting you.
Captain, over here.
Heil, Hitler.
Representative of our naval attache here.
Heil, Hitler, captain.
I brought some communications from Berlin.