Don't worry.
It's just creaking.
Deeper!
Stern up 15.
Tighten that flange!
Higher! To 150 meters!
Hurry! Bow up 20!
Come on, tighter!
Push already! Do it, do it!
Hull valves secured.
Both level.
Boat trimmed at 150 meters.
Getting closer.
New approach.
Come on, come on!
They're above us.
Directly above us.
Contact fading to starboard.
Twenty-two.
Twenty-three.
Far away.
Fading aft.
Barely audible.
No more contact.
That's the end of that.
Silent run.
Both engines, 50 r.p.m.
From my private collection.
Engine room damages?
A lot of smashed stuff.
- Can you fix it? - It's in the works.
Make sure it's done right.
I've got a hunch we're going to see action.
It's been almost an hour.
We got rid of them, Captain.
We'll see.
Maybe they're just lying in wait for us...
...until we feel safe enough to surface.
These guys aren't stupid.
Continue silent run. We'll surface at dark.
Then we'll see.
She's coming up fast.
Hydrophone check at 30 meters.
She's at 30 meters.
Periscope depth.
Periscope clear.
Stern down 5.
Coming up.
Stern up 3.
Zero.
Surface.
Blow tanks.
What a cutie pie!
If Mama could see you now!
Quiet in this whorehouse!
Bad news, guys.
What's going on?
Soccer... Schalke.
We lost, 5-0.
No chance to make the semi-finals.
I can't believe this shit!
Drop 'em.
You pig!
Crabs.
A whole army of crabs.
They'll eat little guys like you to the bone.
Give that hussy some puffy!
Permission to pass?
Ought to shave this pig, huh?
What's that in your eyebrows?
Pardon?
You'd better see the medic.
You've got the crabs.
Are you joking?
Once they crawl up there, it's really far gone.
Number One.
Lieutenant?
Where's the medic?
In the bow.
This can't be true!
Watch your sector.
What?
Pull yourself together!
Have you gone crazy?
Have you heard?
Dufte is engaged.
Poor woman!
Asshole!
I thought he only jerks off!
Yeah, breed him with a chimp at the zoo!
Here are photos of his lady.
Give 'em back!
I can't believe it!
You screw this bag?
This boat can take it.
You should be in a storm on a schooner.
You don't feel a thing down here.
Compass.
The boat's heaving to starboard.
I can barely keep her on course.
Don't worry about it.
We're hardly moving.
We're just burning fuel.
Prepare to dive.
Diving stations!
Flooding tanks.
All main vents clear.
No tales of victory, huh?
Just some position reports.
SOS calls from far-off boats.
If anyone breaks a rudder in this weather...
...they better start praying.
The sea can't drown us, though.
There's no ship as seaworthy as ours.
Play that record.
You know which one.
Watch out!
Man overboard!
Hold on!
Move! Hold onto him!
Put him on the chart box!
Get the medic case!
Damn it!
The medic case, damn it!
Prepare to dive!
"A military leader leads through self-discipline.
Without his example, education is impossible."
Three broken ribs, one open wound.
Could be worse.
Shitty month.
Real shitty.
Mildew is good for you.
It's the next best thing...
...to fresh lettuce.
Let's be grateful for anything that grows here.
They'll have snow back home now.
Funny.
I haven't seen snow in years.
May I?
By all means.
Your wife?
Over there, ahead!
Captain...
U-boat, port ahead!
German boat, German U-boat!
Bearing 350 degrees. Almost straight ahead!
God, you're right!
All engines stop. Get that signal lamp up!
That's Thomsen!
All back half.
Happy hunting, you old sea dog!
Phillip, my friend.
So they kicked you out here again.
God damn mess!
Only 12 boats in the Atlantic.
From Greenland to the Azores, a lousy dozen!
And here we are, almost ramming into each other!
60 meters. Boat is trimmed.
Something's wrong here.
Our position's correct?
More or less, Captain.
What's that supposed to mean?
Not one sun shot in 2 weeks.
And we've drifted in this storm.
Hard to calculate.
That's just great.
All of us "more or less" in position...
...and it'll happen.
Two boats in one place... and gaping holes in the route!
The British can slide a whole fleet through.
Here in the middle of the sea, it's always another story.
I hope you're taking notes.
Maybe you can clue headquarters in.
Surely, you have better connections than me.
You think so, huh?
What's going on?
Convoy.
- Man on bridge? - Affirmative.
Convoy putting to sea. 5 columns.
Real big show!
You see any escort?
Destroyers?
Nope, nothing.
No security. Nothing.
Strange.
Are they chasing one of ours on the other side?
Damn moonlight.
- How many of ours are here? - Five.
Shall we risk it?
I think so, Captain.
Port to 180 degrees.
New course...
...port to 180 degrees.
How's it feel to you, Kriechbaum?
It will work, Captain. For sure.
Tubes 1 to 4, prepare for surface firing.
Flood tubes 1 to 4.
I'll take the helm.
Target optics to bridge.
All ahead full, port to 107 degrees.
Commencing attack!
Watch the oil pressure!
Bow right, position 50.
Check.
Range: 2200.
Those two that overlap...
...double blast the fat one, single shots for the other.
Tracking target.
All ahead one-third.
Open torpedo hatches.
Tubes 1 and 2 coordinates: Target bearing 63.
Sights adjusted.
Keep tracking target.
Target acquisition.
Tubes 1 and 2...
...fire at will.
Tube 1...
...fire!
Tube 2.
Tube 3, stand by.
Fire!
Tube 4 ready.
Fire!
Destroyer dead ahead!
They're firing!
Alarm!
Bow up 10, stern up 5.
Quiet, damn it!
Down to 80 meters.
Slowly!
Bow down 15, stern up 10.
What's with the torpedoes?
Wait and see.
The party is about to start.
Hundred ten.
Hundred twenty.
Shitty torpedoes. Tracking is off again.
The Old Man crazy, or what?
Just charges right in.
Like some speedboat attack.
They'll rip our asses open now.
Got that one.
Yeah, boys, we got one!
Quiet now!
Time's up for third torpedo.
Number three.
Two going down.
Their bulkheads are breaking. They're drowning!
Here it comes...
...their revenge.
Destroyer bearing 44 degrees.
Any movement?
Moving left...
...fading.
Right full rudder. All ahead one-half.
Astern of us.
Way astern of us.
They're spitting at the wrong spot.
We aren't rid of them yet.
I guess they're a bit upset.
Destroyer contact!
Contact bearing 270 and closing.
All ahead one-third.
Here they come.
All ahead full!
Dump 150 liters!
Asdic.
Ultrasonic detection system.
Pigs! Rotten pigs!
Damages?
Air shaft fractured.
Quiet. Keep quiet.
Silent run.
50 r.p.m. Shut off ventilators.
Port 15.
All ahead full!
Shut it off!
Shut down auxiliary control panel!
Connect ventilation cartridges.
Start ventilators, connect cartridges.
They ain't kidding.
They really want to shake us up.
So, that was all?
Calling it a day?
Boy, we really gave it to them...
...when those bulkheads broke to pieces.
What's the bearing?
Steady at 65 degrees.
Deeper. Silent run.
New bearing?
50 degrees.
Growing louder.
Come on!
Still deeper! Three degrees starboard.
Let's throw them...
...for another little loop.
Contact bearing 270 degrees.
Fading.
Right full rudder.
Rudder is full right.
To 90 degrees.
Shit!
Second propeller sounds, 76 degrees. Closing fast!
Reinforcements.
Those bastards!
Deeper.
Deeper still.
Bow down 10.
Stern up 7.
190 meters.
200 meters.
210 meters.
220 meters.
230 meters.
The bolts! They're bursting!
Keep the boat from dropping! Up 10 meters!
All ahead one-half!
Quiet, men, quiet.
Go to 150 meters! All ahead full!
Port 20!
Steer 50 degrees!
Pretty good shootin', Mister.
Quiet, damn it!
I want proper damage reports!
Permission to check diesel?
Take over the helm!
Gaskets! Half-inch, hurry!
Where are you?
I need those gaskets!
Torpedo hatch taking water!
Tools! Hurry!
The more they throw, the sooner they run out.
Leakage above exhaust vent repaired.
150 meters, all ahead full.
What's the matter?
Return to your battle station.
At once!
Pull yourself together!
Back!
Go back, Johann.
Take him aft, quickly!
He's gone, Captain.
Why Johann, of all people?
Despicable.
Shameless.
Forget the headset. We can hear it anyway.
Come on, let's go!
Boat dropping!
190 meters!
220 meters!
We're drowning!
Take this down for your log book.
After 6 hours of silent run...
...it seems certain...
...the enemy destroyers lost us.
At 210 degrees...
...very heavy fire blazing.
Assume it to be the tanker we hit.
Surface in 10 minutes.
See, Lieutenant...
They didn't kill us after all.
Her backbone is broken.
Damn tough ship, won't drown.
Let's get to it.
Target optics to bridge.
9 Coup de grāce. Flood tube 1.
Enemy movement nil.
Range: 650 meters.
Depth 4, torpedo speed 30.
Target point... directly before aft mast.
Tube 1 ready.
Fire!
Men still on board!
Why weren't they rescued?
Damn it!
After all these hours!
They're swimming for us.
All back one-half!
Can I clear this?
Radiograms.
Read them.
"Three freighters sunk. Convoys dispersed.
Lost contact.
In pursuit at 30 degrees."
From U-112.
That's Wenzel.
Not bad.
Kupsch pursuing same convoy.
Stackmann hit a 6000 tonner.
Quite a battlefield.
Can we get there?
Difficult.
At least 5 hours away.
Our fuel...
- We couldn't do 5... - All right, already!
When do we turn back?
When I give the order...
...Navigator!
"Fired at 950 meters. Targeted aft mast.
Crew, assumed rescued, was still on board.
Survivors swam toward U-96."
I want to apologize.
You can't just apologize.
You left your battle station at a critical time.
Also, you disobeyed my order.
Will I be court-martialed?
How many war patrols for you?
It's my ninth.
You, of all people, Johann.
It's never happened before.
My nerves cracked somehow.
It won't happen again. You can count on me.
I swear.
All right, Johann.
No court martial?
Go on to bed.
"U-96 with drew from survivors.
Decision: Return to base 0700."
2nd Officer!
You'll fix it.
It's the bulkhead conduit.
It'll work.
Morning.
Get moving, signal to decode.
More top secrets.
Another special goose chase.
Not us.
We're ready for the wharf.
And the fuel... We won't even make La Rochelle.
- The last 100 miles... - We'll set sail.
We'll be all right, Chief.
How's it coming?
What you got?