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.
How blissful.
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!
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.