Gyro? No, drainage. Drainage. No.
Now passing 0-0-0.
Swing, you bastard, swing.
Chief, stand by in case we have to flood forward trim.
Impulse? Differential... Pressure differential? No.
Turn 'em! Yes, turn 'em! Which way?
Counterclockwise.
[Loud Screeching]
Torpedo missed. It's in our baffles.
Two more torpedoes in the water!
Best bearing to the U-boat: 0- 1-0.
Aye, Rabbit, get ready to fire a spread.
Tubes one and two. Zero gyro. Fire!
Rabbit, fire!
[Loud Screeching] [Screaming]
What's going on?
What is that? Wrong one! The fish is stuck!
- We missed an interlock. - Rabbit, get those fish out before they blow!
Look for "impulse air" or "firing air."
That was "impulse" there and there!
One, two, away. Lining up tubes three and four.
Three and four, fire!
All fish running hot, straight and normal.
I think they all missed, sir.
Shit.
[Wentz] U- boat's breaking up!
I hear bulkheads collapsing.
The 33 boat, Mr. Tyler.
Let's take her up and look for survivors, Chief.
Give me some rise on the planes! Rise on the planes, aye.
Deploy main ballast!
[Thunder Rumbling]
[Coughing] [Grunting]
[Grunting, Coughing Continue] Gotcha.
Oh, crap.
[Man Yelling] Help!
Please! Help!
Help! Help!
[Coughs]
[Gasping]
[Coughing]
Do you speak English?
English. Do you speak English?
What's your rank? What do you do?
What's your job? Your job.
"Job." [Speaks German]
[Muttering]
[Makes Buzzing Sounds]
You're an electrician. Good. You can us help squeeze more juice out of them batteries.
Sir, I see the skipper.
Battery's dead. Whatever juice was left we used up when we maneuvered.
What about the diesels?
[Tank] Starboard's a wreck. We need the dry dock to fix it.
Port side diesel's the good news. Whoever the Krauts had on it...
didn't know a piston head from his sister's titty.
I think I can fix it.
Okay, Tank. Do what you can.
Yes, sir.
[Tyler] All right. Listen up.
We've decided on a course.
We're headin' for England, Land's End.
It's the closest, besides occupied France.
Rabbit, how many torpedoes do we have?
Just one. It's in the stern tube, which is busted, bleedin' air from somewhere.
- Sir? - Yeah, what is it, Trigger?
Can't we just use the radio...
fire off a Mayday and wait for a rescue?
[Hirsch] That's impossible.
If we transmit, the Germans will direction-find our position to a grid...
with their missing two U-boats.
If they even suspect we have the Enigma, they will change their entire coding system.
And that would completely negate the purpose of our mission.
Mr. Tyler,
if we head for England,
we're gonna go straight through the western approaches.
He's right. I mean, that's Jerry's backyard. [Tyler] Listen, guys.
It's full of U-boats. And we've got nothing to defend ourselves with.
Do you think I got all the answers here?
Think I know how we're gonna get out of this? I don't. I don't know how.
- I say we use the radio. - Nobody asked you.
- We use the radio and take our chances. - I said can it.
- It's what the captain would have done... - Captain's dead.
[Engine Whirring]
[Engine Starting]
[Mazzola] This is crazy.
This whole thing is crazy...
riskin' our lives over a typewriter.
[Wentz] It's not a typewriter. The hell it ain't. It's got buttons like a typewriter.
Yeah, well, it's not. Whatever it is, it's crazy we get killed over it.
[Chief] The navy says it's important, it's important.
The navy says it's more important than you, him, me, fine.
We're gonna die trying.
And that ain't crazy. That's our job.
What I don't understand, Chief, is how come you're not in charge?
Scuttlebutt is Dahlgren was kicking Tyler out of the navy anyway, and...
[Chief] You stow that shit right now, sailor.
Lieutenant Tyler is your commanding officer, and you will respect that man as such.
Do you understand? Yes, Chief.
Look at them sons of bitches.
You know my pop was a fisherman?
He had this old 60-footer he'd run all over the gulf.
Noisy two-stroke diesel.
Rotten to the gunnels, that thing.
I could scrub that deck three times a day, and it still stunk like fish.
And I swore I'd never skipper a boat like that, Chief.
Hmm, I saw myself...
standin' on the bridge of a battleship.
A real sea captain.
Mr. Tyler, permission to speak freely?
Of course, Chief.
This is the navy,
where a commanding officer is a mighty and terrible thing...
a man to be feared and respected.
All knowing, all powerful.
Don't you dare say what you said to the boys back there again... "I don't know."
Those three words will kill a crew, dead as a depth charge.
You're the skipper now,
and the skipper always knows what to do, whether he does or not.
- [Rabbit] Aircraft off the port bow! - Shit!
Real sorry, sir. It dropped right out of the clouds.
Rabbit, Trigger, stand by the flak gun.
Sir. Sir.
It's German. Looks like long-range reconnaissance.
What the hell's it doing way out here?
[Mazzola] Jesus, here it comes. All right. Sit tight.
As far as he knows, we're all playing on the same team. Everybody wave.
Wave?
Sir, we're sittin' ducks. If we shoot first, we can blow 'em out of the sky.
We miss, he's gonna radio us in. That plane's gonna be the least of our problems.
This is crazy. You're gonna get us killed.
He's comin' around. He's comin' around!
He's attacking! Rabbit, do something!
Mazzola, shut up. Rabbit, ignore him. Do something!
He's coming straight for us! He's coming right at us! Do something!
Acknowledge me, Seaman Parker. What are you waiting for?
Yeah, Rabbit! Shoot him! Seamen Parker, I'm ordering you!
Do not fire that weapon! Get your finger off that trigger!
Pull the trigger! Pull the trigger!
We're gonna die! Do it! Do it!
Come on! Goddamn it, can't you see him? [All Shouting At Once]
[Sighing]
[Grunts] What the hell are you doin', huh?
This is not a goddamn democracy!
Mr. Tyler, I see a mast on the horizon!
[Tyler] Shit! That's a Nazi destroyer.
That plane must have been runnin' a recon screen for it.
Clear the bridge! Chief, secure the diesel and dive the ship!
Dive the ship! Aye, sir!
[Ringing]
[Ringing Continues]
[Tank Grunting]
[Grunting Continues]
[Grunting]
[Whirring]
We don't have a green board. The engine room's not ready.
Vents won't open We lost hydraulics.
Tank, secure the diesel and rig the engine room for dive!
Tank, acknowledge!
Goddamn it! Mazzola, go see what the hell's going on back there.
[Grunts]
[Grunting Continues]
[Mazzola Yells]
[Gunshot]
[Gasping]
[Gasping Continues]
[Grunts]
[Gasping Continues]
[Gun Cocks] Drop it, you Nazi son of a bitch! Drop it!
[Moans]
Goddamn it.
I'm real sorry, Mr. Tyler.
Took me right off my feet.
Listen to me. You've got to secure the diesel.
And find out why the vent valves won't open now!
Yes, sir. Goddamn it!
Eddie, get this son of a bitch out of here. Chain him to the bunks.
Make sure his hands and feet are secure. Put him into submission!
[Hirsch On Intercom] Lieutenant, we have a problem! Take care of it, Eddie.
Oh, shit.
Tell Tank to finish those repairs. The destroyer is sending a launch.
He needs five minutes, Mr. Tyler!
We don't have five minutes, Chief.
Lieutenant, the deck cannon... If we fire a shell below the water line...
It wouldn't do a goddamn thing. No, that tub could take a hundred shells.
What we need is a working torpedo, which we do not have.
Trigger, stand by on the flak gun. When I give the word, turn that launch into driftwood.
Yes, sir. Gonna find out who we are in about 60 seconds.
Trigger, ready on that weapon? Chief, tell Tank he has one minute...
and get Wentz and Rabbit up here with the machine gun.
Hirsch, what happens when they find out we're not German?
After they shoot us as spies, they'll radio into headquarters.
They'll tell them the Enigma's been compromised.
What if we take out their radio, before they can notify anyone about us?
How? With that deck gun.
[Tyler] It's gonna be one hell of a shot, but we can do it.
Then we dive like hell, and we get under them quick.
We lure 'em a little bit closer to the continent, in range of Allied air cover.
Then we call in an air strike. Yeah, we call in an air strike.
Son of a bitch cut off pressure to the hydraulics.
We need to find the stop valve.
Damn!
See that structure topside with the big antenna sticking out of it?
Yes, sir. That's the radio shack.
You and Wentz get on the deck. On my command, put a shell right through the porthole.
Get to it, gentlemen. Get to it. [Both] Yes, sir!
[Speaking German]
[German Continues]
[Responds In German]
Tell them to go away, Mr. Hirsch.
[Shouting In German]
[German Continues]
- Talk to me, Rabbit! - Deck gun manned and ready in all respects, sir!
Fire!
[Siren Wailing] [Shouting In German]
Clear the deck!
All right.
[German Continues] [Siren Continues]
Come on!
Dive! Dive! Dive! Dive!
[Shouting, Gunfire Continue]
Come on. Why aren't we diving? Repairs aren't complete, sir.
Eddie, man the planes. Tank, all ahead full. Aye, sir!
Manning planes! [Tank] All ahead full, aye!
[Tyler] Nice shot, Rabbit. That radio's history.
[German Continues]
Come on.
We're heading right towards them. That's right.
Their deck guns can't get to us if we're in close enough.
Let's hope we can dive and clear her keel.
That's it. Hydraulics restored!
Thank you, Tank. That did it. We're going under.
[Gunfire Continues]
Passing five meters.
Passing ten meters.
Fifteen meters.
[Chief] Twenty meters. [Nervous Chuckle]
[Tyler] Trigger, left full rudder.
[Whispering] Tank, all ahead two-thirds.
[Whispering Continues] Contact maneuvering.
[Wentz] Heavy cavitation.
- Splashes. - Shit.
[Explosion]
[Explosions Continue]
Step away from that bulkhead, Mr. Hirsch.
The shock wave from one of these explosions can snap your spine.
Chief, you ever been depth charged?
Once, off Murmansk,
back in World War I.
One charge came so close, it rattled four teeth out of the skipper's head.
[Louder Explosion]
Wasn't even close.
[Electrical Buzzing] [Motor Churning]
[Whispering] Control, starboard E-motor's seized up.
[Tank On Intercom] The German must have sabotaged it.
Goddamn it.
[Explosions Continue]
There's no way we make it to Allied air cover creepin' along on one shaft.
[Sonar Screeches]
[Screeches Continue At Intervals]
[Explosion]
[Men Gasping]
[Men Grunting]
Get down!
[Coughing, Panting]
[Shouts]
[Men Coughing, Grunting]
[Shouts]
[Grunting]
Eddie, help Chief.
Ye-Yes, sir.
Mr. Chief, I got that.
[Both Grunting]
[Whispering] Tank... you alive back there?
Yes, sir.
Good. Port ahead two-thirds.
[Tank On Intercom] Port ahead two-thirds. Aye, sir.
Tank... can you fix the stern tube?
I don't know, Mr. Tyler.
I don't want an "I don't know."
Can you fix the torpedo tube? Yes... or no?
Yes, sir. I think I can.
Thank you, Tank.
Chief, make depth 1-6-0 meters.
That's more than 500 feet.
[Tyler] Take us down, Chief.
Aye, sir.
One-six-zero meters.
Twenty degrees dive, both planes. Twenty degrees dive, aye, sir.
[Eddie] Mr. Tyler, sir,
uh, do you plan on going up against a destroyer...
with only one fish in the tube and a busted motor?
Yes, I am, Eddie.
How wise is that, Lieutenant? [Tyler] Not very.
But have a look. Chief.
There is no way a two-knot submarine...
can get in firing position against a 30-knot destroyer unless we go deep.
At 160 meters,
we can shoot out a bunch of junk from the forward tubes.
It will resurface and create a debris field.
Now the destroyer's gonna go to the center of that debris field,
shut off its engines to make it real nice and quiet...
and do an acoustic search to make sure we're dead.
But we're not. See, we're here,
on our way up to periscope depth.
All right, principle of ascent velocity.
Our positive buoyancy pulls us up and away from the destroyer.
And when we surface, we'll be showing it our ass at 700 yards.
That is a perfect setup for a stern shot on a stationary target.
Boom. It don't get much prettier than that.
All right, Mr. Tyler.
All right. Passing 1-3-0 meters.
Very well. Rabbit,
I need you to load Mazzola's body into tube three...
and put an escape jacket onto him to make sure he floats.
Wanna shoot him out like garbage?
His body is gonna save our lives.
I'll say a few words for him.
Hirsch, go with Rabbit. Eddie, can you man both planes?
Yes, sir. Mr. Tyler. Yeah.
If you can't take out that destroyer,
the danger is not that some of us may die.
It's that some of us may live.
These men have seen and heard things...
that must not be revealed to the enemy...
our secrets,
such as our radar capabilities...
and our understanding of German encryption.
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.
[Soldier Shouting In German]
[Wentz Whispering] Mr. Tyler, contact is zigging.
Splashes.
Contact getting closer.
More splashes. [Sonar Screeching]
Tank, line up to pump engine room bilge to sea.
Yes, sir.
Rabbit,
fire the tubes.
Bye, Mazzola.
[Sonar Screeching Continues At Close Intervals]
[Explosion]
[Explosions Continue]
They're setting them charges too shallow.
[Metal Grinding]
[Explosions Continue]
[Grunting]
[Men Yelling]
[Yelling Continues]
Secure that air valve!
[Tyler] Chief, what's our depth?
One-six-zero meters.
Zero the planes. [Both] Zero the planes.
[Whispering] Splashes!
They're too close together!
[Wentz] I can't count them.
Chief,
take us to 200 meters.
[Tyler] 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.
[Together] 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.
[Tyler] Thanks, Tank. I know.
Keep working.
One-nine-zero meters.
[Metal Groaning]
Two-hundred meters. Zero the planes.
Zero the planes, aye. Zero the planes.
[Metal Banging, Creaking]
[Explosion]
[Explosions Continue Above]
Mary, mother of God.
Those Krauts sure know how to build a boat.
[Creaking]
[Tyler] Chief, take us up!
Blowing negative! Planes full rise! Clockwise, Hirsch!
- Rabbit, help me out! - Go! Go!
[Shouting, Indistinct]
Chief, are you seeing this?
Needle's off the scale! We have to blow main ballast tanks!
Do it, Chief!
[Grunting]
- She's still going down! - Ballast tanks are bone dry!
[Chief] I'm gonna try the trim tanks!
Come on, come on, come on!
She's going up! She's going up!
[Grunting]
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.
[Eddie] 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.
[Whispering] 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.
[Gasps] 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.
[Tapping]
I hear Morse code.
What the hell is it? Are they signaling us?
[Tapping Continues]
What's it saying, Wentz?
"I am U-571. Destroy me."
[Chief] Coming up on 9-0 meters.
[Wentz] Sir, she's started her engines again.
[Sonar Screeching]
[Tank On Intercom] 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!
[Chief] 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!
[Shouting]
We're hit! We're hit!
- Wentz, get in here! - Eddie, secure that hatch!
[Shouting]
Tube still not ready!
- Request permission to abandon ship! - Not yet, Chief.
[Shouting Continues]
[Gasps]
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!
[Panting]
[Whispering] Come on, come on.
[Speaking German] Torpedo!
[Shouting In German]
[Siren Wailing]
[Explosion Continues] [Gasping]
[Sighs]
Well, that blew 'em right in half.
[Sighing]
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.
[Submarine Rumbling]
We can't keep her afloat much longer, sir.
Let's abandon ship.
[Muttering]
Mr. Tyler. Mr. Tyler.