This is almost a day behind us.
Well, who are they?
Americans? Brits? Italians?
It doesn't even say.
Well, I think we can assume they're friendly, Mr. Loomis.
Besides, it doesn't appear to be a suggestion, does it?
What the hell?
Might get a Silver Star out of this patrol yet.
Just have Coors plot it out.
Gunners mate standing by, sir.
Stow the weapons. They're British.
-- You can tell that from here? -- It's the sail.
The krauts use white on their lifeboats. The Brits use red.
Don't they teach you that in OCS, ensign?
Afraid not, but I can recite the submariners' motto in Latin.
Radar contact -- starboard beam, seven miles out, sir.
God damn it!
What if they see us?
Well, they're pouring on the coal for somebody.
All ahead -- emergency. Rudder to midship.
Crew to battle stations.
All ahead -- emergency. Rudder to midship.
All crew to battle stations.
All right, do this at flank speed!
I want you to grab what's breathing on that boat
and you leave everything else behind!
Stand by to board survivors.
I got him! I got him!
Wounded coming down.
Next man, let's go.
Come on!
There's a warship approaching, guys.
Let's move! Move! Introductions later!
Ow! Ow! I'm going, okay?!
Next man. Next m--
What have we here?
Let's pull the plug.
- Periscope depth.
Periscope depth, make your depth 65 feet.
Make depth 6-5 feet.
Bleed air in the boat.
All hatches indicate closed.
All vents indicate open.
Pressure in the boat.
It's a two-stacker...
about 3,000 tons.
It's not a friendly.
Possible Z-class.
If it is, rear recs, no side throwers,
four 5-inch guns, grapple hooks.
Fast screws, Mr. Brice.
30 knots or better.
2-5-0 feet.
Make it 2-5-0 feet.
-- 2-5-0 feet. -- Hard left rudder.
Hard left rudder.
Live to fight another day.
Smart move.
Three survivors -- Brits -- and get this --
one's a woman.
Three Brits -- one's a skirt.
Three limeys -- one's a female.
Hey.
Three Brits -- one female.
Guys, listen up.
We've got three survivors -- all Brits.
One's a woman, eh?
Hey, look lively. Woman onboard.
Hey, Hoag, spread the news -- three tea bags,
and I hear one's, uh, bazooma.
We got ourselves a filly?
Ohh!
Sweet holy Jesus.
You're gonna wanna hear this.
Hey, boys... here's the news.
Front page --
we got three redcoats, and guess what.
One of them's a bleeder.
Aw, great. That's all this boat needs --
another piece of rotten luck.
Yeah, well, if it means you guys
finally wash the butt squirt outta your shorts,
I'm all for it.
So what exactly happened to your shi--
Um... your ship?
Hospital ship.
We were attacked two nights ago.
Two nights?
I'm -- I'm sorry. My brain's a bit foggy.
Although I'm reasonably sure my name's Claire Page.
The rest of the details will emerge, I'm sure.
That's just a whale.
It's okay, really.
The sounds down here still get to me, too.
Make a hole. Comin' through. Make a hole.
Yow. Mind your pretty toes.
Best-lookin' bad luck I ever saw.
Doesn't look good, sir.
Why don't you get those clothes off of him
and see if you can get a better look at the wounds?
I can dress the wounds.
Other than that, I think it's best to leave him be.
Okay. All right.
Maybe I didn't make myself clear.
I saw it.
It crossed the moon's reflection just before the explosion.
Yes, it was dark, but I -- I did see it.
It wasn't a mine.
I-It was a U-boat.
What class?
Type 7?
Was it an older boat or one of their newer ones?
Um...
Like this? Clean at the bow?
-- You know... -- No net cutter?
It was just a couple of seconds. I really couldn't say for --
So you were -- you were on lookout that night, mister...
Kingsley -- second mate, merchant navy.
Uh, no.
I was on the starboard deck grabbing a gasper.
Having a cigarette.
And how many aboard your ship?
About 300 patients.
At least that many.
Out of North Africa.
Yeah, plus over 70 hands crew.
So, um...
You said they fired only one torpedo?
O'Dell...
you better tell sonar we've got an enemy sub in the area.
Yes, sir. Just let me finish --
Now. Do it now.
Yes, sir.
I'm -- I'm sorry that we couldn't save more. I...
Now this -- the third member of your party, he's...
One of my patients.
Well, under normal circumstances,
I'd be able to drop you at the nearest port in England,
but, uh, it's a 300-mile detour for us.
So I'm sorry.
It seems as though we're stuck with each other.
Oh, uh, last thing.
Just try not to fraternize with the men.
Most of the men are fine,
but some of them get a little strange about having...
"Strange" as in "superstitious"?
As in "strange."
"Suddenly, his heart rolled over backwards in his chest,
"and he saw this huge, wretched thing before him.
"Instantly, its mouth widened
"into a terrible and hungry menace.
Now the malediction uttered a deep-throated sound."
-- Malediction? -- Look it up.
"And its breath stank gloriously
"of rotted carp and matted gorilla skins.
"Now... it slouched toward him --
"not fast, but slowly...
"slowly...
so very slowly."
Silly boy. Just the bulkhead shifting.
What'd you think it was?
The malediction?
Wahh!
What exactly bothers you, O'Dell?
Well, you have a ship
that's sinking slow enough to get a few lifeboats off,
but the submarine only fires one torpedo.
I mean, that's not textbook tactics.
You fire upon the target until the target is sunk.
So it was their last torpedo.
Yeah, but... why not use a deck gun?
O'Dell, isn't this your first patrol?
My second.
Yeah.
And your first was a little shakedown run
off the coast of Florida
in one of those old school boats, right?
I'm just wondering if the story didn't seem a little off.
I wouldn't worry about it, champ.
They got here somehow.
-- You want coffee? -- Sure.
I take it black.
Tell Broadway make sure it's hot.
Try to sleep.
I know you're in pain, but you must try.
Please.
Be quiet.
Sonar contact.
220 turns per minute, Mr. Brice.
Maybe the Z-class.
Maybe we didn't shake him after all.
-- Full stop! -- Full stop!
Boat stands at full stop.
Mr. Coors...
-- flood negative. -- Flood negative.
O'Dell, get on the thermograph. Find us some cold.
Conn, 5-degree gradient at 2-7-0 feet.
Cold water deflects sound waves just in case they decide to --
- Aah!
Splashes!
-- Splashes! -- Splashes!
God damn it! Keep it steady!
Scared you, didn't it, kid?
Damage reports.
Well, maybe that Z-class just happened to be there.
And maybe the phonograph wasn't secured.
But God damn.
And maybe someone doesn't want us to make it home.
Miss Page claims she was in the control room the whole time.
Yeah, that's right.
-- So what about the other guy? -- Kingsley?
Hmph! If that's his name.
Where was he when it all happened?
I'm not sure. Maybe he stepped out.
Stepped out... or slipped out?
You know, maybe we're spending more time watching that broad
than watching our backs.
Who, me? I've talked to her twice.
I heard you were bird-dogging her, O'Dell.
Been running your mouth, ensign, about boat matters?
Gentlemen, gentlemen.
As for the record player going off,
well, yeah, that's strange.
But I don't think it calls for a lynching party.
I think we should all just take a deep breath.
- Conn, Brice.
Where'd you find it?
Make a hole!
Lieutenant, I was all set to toss these pants,
then I noticed this, sir.
And these came from...
The half-dead guy, sir.
Must've been him done that record player.
Wake him up.
I-I'm sorry. I'm not quite sure --
Wake the German up.
Hello, mein Kapitan.
Jesus.
It was me. It was my idea.
I was the one who told him not to speak.
She had him under our noses the whole goddamn time.
Aah!
-- Wait! -- I'll tell you.
I'll tell you everything. His name is Ben Archerlift.
He's a downed aviator. He's a patient of mine.
He's a prisoner of war, and under the Geneva Convention,
he's entitled to humane treatment!
He has a wife and family.
He wants to get home just like you or me.
Everything will be all right.
You should've told me.
Maybe I was afraid you'd do exactly what you've just done!
You should've told me no matter what,
'cause your little secret nearly cost every man here his life.
You had no cause.
Mr. O'Dell, the woman is confined to quarters
for the duration of the patrol.
If she asks to use the toilet, you are to bring her a bucket.
Stumbo, clean up that fuckin' mess.
Fucking A-1, sir.
I'll be in my berth...
sleeping.
I just wanted to save one.
Just...
one of my patients.
Aaaahh!
Look, it's happened twice now.
I don't think that's an accident.
Somebody is up to something.
Well, just so you know, I've walked in the wardroom before
and found a steward listening to the record player
while he was cleaning up.
-- Now, I wouldn't blame him... -- Unless he's --
-- Hey, Champ. -- Hey.
How are those hydrogen levels?
It's almost 3 %.
Chief says we need to vent before long.
All right. We'll ride surface tonight -- 2100.
Is there something else?
Yeah.
I just can't believe it's one of our own hands doing this.
I've been on the boat seven weeks now,
and I know most of the guys.
I just don't believe it's one of them.
-- Who are you suggesting? -- I'm not suggesting anybody.
You know, it's been a rough patrol.
Some men do strange things under duress.
So just keep your eyes open.
Yes, sir.
Bright kid, O'Dell.
Get off.
Get off before it's too late.
Down here.
I-I was awake.
I wasn't dreaming. I know I was awake.
Don't let them get to you.
I heard a voice. I heard it.
It's nothing.
Just ignore them, all right? Claire, are you listening?
-- I thought he spoke to me. -- Claire...
It wasn't his voice, but he spoke to me.
Claire!
-- Is this your idea of a joke? -- Claire, don't.
Have you got nothing better to do at a time of war
than play games with dead bodies?!
You are on thin ice... real thin ice.
Wrap it back up...
for the last time.
We'll dump him when we surface.
A bit more respect for the dead might be in order, Mr. Brice...
from everybody onboard this ship.
This is a boat you're a guest on, not a ship.
Get off before it's too late!
Hoag, are you pushing him up or feeling him up?
I've got a dead kraut dick in my face, and you're complaining?
Come on, Stumbo!
You need to turn around.
Oh, nice try.
Hoag told you, right?
Turn around.
So many left behind.
I want...
God damn it!
What the hell are you doing, Stumbo?
- Stumbo.
I'm telling you, there's some bad hoodoo on this boat.
That might've worked on the female, Stumbo, but not me.
Look, fuck the brillo pad. This ain't about her.
He talked to me.
-- Oh, wow. -- The dead guy?
-- The dead kraut talked to me. -- Yeah, right.
Wow.
Did he talk to you in English or German?
I guess it was English.
Case closed.
Prepare to surface. Prepare to surface.
Be ready on all four engines. Stand by to charge batteries.
Let's go. Come on.
Move it, move it.
Okay, okay.
The chief's gonna skin us alive.
I don't care what he said.
I've just got to get out of that room.
Well...
make it quick, all right?
Switching to night lights.
Coming up to periscope depth.
Lookouts, gun crews -- stand by.
"1420 hours:
"Took periscope photos of German sub-pent at Lorient
"before moving on to areas north.
"O.M.I. should be happy with results.
"1550 hours: Saw multiple shipping targets,
"but passed on all.
"Men getting itchy to come home...
With at least one kill."
"0840 hours: Picked up three survivors
"from the Fort James British merchantman and hospital ship.
Reportedly victims of a German U-boat."
Some tall grass out there.
Yeah, it's good skies, though.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, we should be able to hit a couple of sites,
affix our position.
Well done.
The sextant in my cabin.
Very well.
Is it possible to see the...
Uh, talk to me later.
Mr. Coors, are we going to be surfacing soon,
take on some fresh air?
-- We're trying to. -- Any idea when that might be?
What are you doing here?
I-I wasn't comfortable in my cabin,
what with the blood on the walls.
You shouldn't be in the skipper's cabin
without permission.
Well, I'll gladly ask him.
Mr. Brice is the skipper, isn't he?
Lieutenant Brice is the current C.O. of the boat.
You need his permission to be anywhere
besides your assigned quarters.
Now...
Sorry.
Motormac Jenkins to the battery room.
Screws kicking over, starboard beam!
Emergency dive!
Emergency dive! Dive! Flood negative!
Give me a 25-degree angle on the bow plane!
25 on the bow plane, sir!
Used to feel like a big ocean, didn't it?
We are running out of places to hide.
Crow, give me one sounding for depth on their ping.
-- Got that? -- Yes, sir.
- 3...
- 2...
- 1.
Not much there, sir.
Bring in the soundheads. Let's use it all.
Aah!
What was that?
Don't ask me.
Ask him.
-- What was that? -- Miss Page, once again,
I must remind you, do not leave your station.
What did we hit just now?!
The bottom.
Well, how long can we afford to stay down here?
I thought you said we needed to surface to take on --
Attention all hands --
off-duty personnel are expected to be in the racks.
And the smoking lamp is out.
I guess we're gonna find out.
Seaweed.
Might be a fishing net.
It's caught up, slaps against the hull.
You hear -- you hear a lot of strange things at depth.
I mean, I can't even identify 'em all.
So...
What am I gonna do with you?
I'm sorry.
I regret not telling you about Schillings...
because... well, I-I should have realized
that a submarine isn't a good place to keep secrets.
Is it?
We'd been stalking a German sub tender for a while.
We finally got our shot in,
cracked its back with one torpedo.
We went topside to survey the damage, and the ship was gone.
But there's a lot of debris in the water,
and Captain Winters decides to go down and haul some in.
It was the middle of the Atlantic.
He wants to do some souvenir hunting,
get something for his -- I don't know -- his mantle piece.
I try to talk him out of it, and -- but he's al--
Anyway, he -- the boat hit an underwater obstruction,
and he fell -- he hit his head.
And he was -- he went under before we could get to him.
I heard you were asking.
So he drowned.
We already radioed Connecticut with news of the accident.
You know, we really, really got off
on the wrong foot, and I...
So j-just feel free to move about the forward sections of --
Sorry, sir -- humidity builds up,
drips out the power bus.
I'll get right on it.
So... would you reconsider England --
finding a port there?
I'm sorry.
Sorry for what?
Uh, she was... asking about Winters.
What did you tell her?
The story.
Well, it's coming up astern, but...
I don't know what that is.
Hooks! They're using their hooks!
Mr. Loomis, what do we do?
What are your orders, Mr. Brice?
Mr. Loomis, the helm is waiting!
The men are waiting for your orders, Mr. Brice!
Aah!
Get out! Get out!
Everybody, out! Move it out!
Go! Go! Go! Everybody, out!
-- Come on! -- Get out!
Get out! Get out!
Get down there, Harry! Move!
Get out.
O'Dell, make sure everybody's out!
-- Everybody's out, sir! -- Then close the goddamn hatch!
-- Blow safety! -- Blow safety!
What heading, sir?!
Any goddamn heading! Just get us out of here!
You'll do better at the board of inquiry.
We're sloughing oil, and it's bad.
I don't know exactly where it is,
but it's somewhere between the pressure hull and the sea hull.
And if it's leaking here or here,
then it's dumping oil under the main ballast,
which means that every time we surface or dive...
We leave an oil slick.
Well, that's how -- that's how he's been riding us.
This boat is cursed.
Figure of speech.
So how do we fix it?
Well, there's only one way -- from the outside in.
They'll be lining up for this job.
Okay, so let's make ready some dive gear.
All right.
O'Dell, pick two volunteers...
Yes, sir.
...besides yourself.
You want someone to free-dive outside with you
into the cold, black water, make our way below the boat,
locate the floodboards,
and slither in between the two hulls?
That's right. Find the leak and fix it.
-- At night. -- Hang on.
We're still submerged.
That means the main tanks are full of water.
This is in the dark, Dell.
Yeah, well, chief thinks that with the tower flooded,
it gives the boat enough weight to stay down
while we blow some air into the main tank.
Oh, well if that's what the chief thinks.
So... you're gonna go out there. You're gonna go outside.
Yes, that's right.
With all these... happenings happening.
Look alive.
All right.
Who are the lucky bastards?
Fuck, no.
Set.
I asked him to go. Buddy system.
- - Ooh! - - Oh, shit!
You and me, O'Dell. Forward.
You guys take aft.
Shit!
2330 hours.
To confirm sinking of German ship,
four officers go topside --
Commander Winters, myself, Lieutenant Loomis,
and Lieutenant J.G. Stephen Coors.
The night we lost Old Man Winters...
Odd time to bring that up.
It's an odd place.
So, how'd he bang his head before he went over?
You heard.
I heard that the boat hit something,
but I never felt it down below.