Captain.
Merkel's guys. They ship out tomorrow too.
Okay, sailors! Let's go set that cathouse on fire!
Just don't miss your mark!
Stuff some season's greetings in there!
Scared fuckers.
They need sex like the infantry needs alcohol.
What's going on here?
Good luck!
Captain!
My 2nd officer.
This is Lieutenant Werner, naval war correspondent.
He'll ship out with us.
He'll report anything of interest.
Welcome aboard, lieutenant.
Good evening.
This way, lieutenant.
U-boat crews need relaxation.
Good evening.
Two beers.
Yes, captain.
Where's Thomsen?
Doesn't he want to celebrate his medal?
Any news from Cologne?
No personal calls allowed till after 10 p.m.
Two beers.
Reporting back from U-96.
Munitions and provisions aboard, ready to put to sea.
Thanks, 1st.
Attention, please!
Let's give our newly decorated officer...
...Captain Thomsen...
...three cheers!
That's Thomsen for you.
One of the old guard.
Always drunk now.
My respects, Thomsen!
Quiet in this whorehouse!
A toast to our wonderful...
...abstaining...
...womanless Führer.
Who rose gloriously...
...from apprentice painter...
...to become the world's greatest battle strategist.
What? Isn't it true?
He's the great naval expert...
...who took it upon himself...
...in his wisdom--
How's it go again?
Who's been showing that English bedwetter...
...that cigar-chomping asshole Churchill...
...where to go stick...
...his cigars!
Sorry.
See you tomorrow. I've got a call to make.
It's not like the old gang.
These are so green and eager.
Wet behind the ears.
Braggarts.
Cheeks together, balls in their hands...
...and belief in the Führer in their eyes.
They'll calm down soon enough.
You're a pig's ass!
Fight! Win! Or Die!
Come on, Phillip, get up!
Help me here!
I wanted to...
...really...
...screw my brains out--
I am not in the condition to fuck.
It's all right.
That's Thomsen's boat.
Equipment checks okay?
The starboard propeller had a bent blade.
That's what caused whining on silent runs.
We have a brand-new propeller now, captain.
Our boat.
Crew at attention!
Captain's revue, eyes left.
Crew reporting for duty.
All decks ready to sail.
Thank you, 1st officer.
At ease!
Now he's going to deliver a speech.
Well, men...
Everything okay?
Man your stations.
Nice speech, or not?
Hail and victory and sink them all!
Pick up those vegetables. This is no grocery store!
Command post.
Torpedo workshop and storage.
Shape up and your mugs will make the newspaper!
-Thank you, gentlemen. -Follow me.
This is our shit house.
One hole for fifty men.
The other's full of provisions.
More space for food than for shit. Some logic.
Chief petty officer's.
My home, so to speak.
Here's the officers' mess.
Don't stow stuff that way!
It's nice in here.
Where are you?
Sorry, coming. May l?
Careful!
Here's the radio room. Over here, the control room.
Just what we need.
The control room.
The boat's command center.
This leads to quarters.
Gotta move this stuff.
Morning, lieutenant.
Petty officers sleep here.
Twelve men.
Two men share most bunks, depending on their duties.
If one's on guard, the next one sleeps in the other's stink. Right?
This is your bunk.
Just for you, our guest.
That's for you too.
Your oxygen mask. Very important!
Not much good except in calm seas.
It comes in handy when the diesel reeks.
Or when Frenssen farts.
Come along.
Coming through!
This is the galley.
And this is Johann, the ghost.
Who?
Hey, Johann, everything greased up?
It was about time to sail again.
Attention.
Zero.
36 degrees, 20.5 minutes.
Watch out!
This area gives me the creeps.
The Royal Navy knows exactly when we sail.
There are enough informants out there.
Shipyard workers, cleaners, hookers.
Watch out. Eggs.
-Man on bridge? -Yes.
Alarm!
All hands forward!
Come on, let's go!
Wake up, you guys!
Move that body. Hop, hop! Let's go!
I'll kick your asses till they bleed!
That's an alarm, damn it!
This ain't a cruise ship!
Blow main dive tank.
Stern to 10.
April Fools.
Exercise is good for you.
Can't let no moss grow.
Practice drill.
Steady as she goes.
Bow up 15. Stern up 10.
Both up.
-Boat trimmed. -Close main vents.
Vents closed.
Deeper, chief.
Let's see if these valves are tight.
Bow down 15, stern up 10.
The shipyard rates it to 90 meters.
But we can go deeper.
Of course, there's a limit.
We can only take so much pressure...
...before the boat's crushed.
Secure upper hatches.
-It's water pressure. -Yes, of course.
Deeper.
140 meters.
It's gotta take it.
150.
160 meters.
That's all today.
Surface.
Bow up 10. Stern up 5.
Your girl?
French?
You know that florist next to the Café A l'Ami Pierrot?
Where?
A l'Ami Pierrot.
Yeah, sure...
...the two salesgirls...
...Jeannette and.... What's her name?
Françoise.
We're engaged.
Secretly, of course.
May I?
Really very pretty.
What's wrong?
She's pregnant.
But...
...you know what that means.
Once the Partisans find out...
...her kid's half-German--
What can I do?
She definitely wants it.
You've got a problem.
Those guys in Berlin got nothing but insults for Churchill.
How's it go again?
"Drunkard"...
..."Guzzler"...
..."Paralytic."
He's sending a lot of heat our way for a paralyzed drunk.
Nonetheless...
...we'll force him to his knees.
That is my firm belief.
Listen, smart guy...
...he's far from being on his knees.
Wonder how many ships get through.
Especially now, while we're staring at the walls and waiting.
Where are our planes and scouts, Herr Göring?
The enemy's got plenty.
Hot air, that's all that comes out of that fat slob.
Braggarts, nothing but braggarts.
All of them.
Go on...
...take it down.
Notes...
...for your "Heroes' Epic"...
...and the propaganda machine.
Where's the music?
Our Hitler Youth leader here could play us a record.
That "Tipperary" song, if you please!
Hey, now we're the Royal Navy.
This record won't hurt...
...your ideological edifice.
This could work.
A new course?
Wait and see.
May I see the radiogram?
"Convoy reported, coordinates AK 2246...
...general course about 60 degrees...
...at 8 nautical miles." From U-37.
U-37 is Marten's boat. He's after a convoy.
Too far away. Can't make it.
Damn this waiting!
Will we ever see some action?
Don't let me get in your way.
One more! Good.
And another.
A bit to the left. Maybe a profile shot.
Another pose, a little to the--
Who did that?
Tell me...
...you got hairs in your nose?
Why?
Because I've got some in my ass.
We can tie them together.
"Personal hygiene," four letters?
Bath.
Thanks.
"Innermost affection," four letters?
Love.
Exactly.
Drop them.
You pig.
Crabs.
A whole army of crabs.
They'll eat little guys like you to the bone.
Give that hussy some puffy!
Number One.
Lieutenant?
Where's the medic?
In the bow.
This can't be true!
Watch fuel flow!
Okay.
Watch out!
-Tough times, huh? -What's up?
U-32, Berthold's boat...
...discovered a convoy. We'll be there in 10 hours.
That burns some fuel, huh?
Asshole.
Damn this weather!
What's it look like?
Just a moment.
Enemy's position here, if they haven't zig-zagged.
Vessel! Starboard ahead!
Forty degrees, over that way!
See it.
That's no freighter.
That's a damn destroyer.
Approaching.
Get below.
Flood tanks!
Periscope depth.
Stand by battle stations.
Flood tubes 1 to 4.
He wants to attack the destroyer. That's madness in this weather.
Watch our depth!
Bow up 2.
Stern down 2.
Gently.
Bow average...
...13.5 meters.
Open torpedo hatches.
Damn.
Close hatches! Dive fast!
Depth charges!
Quick, get fuses!
Check outboard valves.
Control room secured.
All clear forward.
No serious damages.
They actually spotted our periscope.
Hard to believe in this heavy sea.
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 them back!
I can't believe it.
You screw this bag?
Watch out!
Man overboard!
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.
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.
What's going on?
Convoy.
-Man on bridge? -Affirmative.
Convoy putting to sea. Five 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!
Got that one.
Yeah, boys, we got one!
Number three.
Two going down.
Their bulkheads are breaking. They're drowning.
All ahead full!
Dump 150 liters!
Asdic.
Ultrasonic detection system.
Pigs. Rotten pigs.
Quiet. Keep quiet.
Silent run.
Fifty 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.
Still deeper. Three degrees starboard.
Let's throw them...
...for another little loop.
Contact bearing 270 degrees.
Fading.
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 shooting, mister.