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 outwith 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...
mwomarfless Fuhrer.
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 FiJhrer 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 I?
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.
Corning 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 9O 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 I'Ami Pierrot?
Where?
A I'Ami Pierrot.
Yeah, sure...
...the two salesgirls...
...Jeannette and... What's her name?
Frangoise.
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 Géring?
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!
0K8)'-
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.
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!
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.
Forget the headset. We can hear it anyway.
Come on, let's go.
Boat dropping! 180 meters!
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 1O 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.
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!
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.
Yeah. Christmas in La Rochelle.
Gonna get laid again.
All of those sexy nurses...
...hot telephone operators, all those warm bodies.
Screwing like mad.
A nice, slow afternoon fuck.
- Attention. - Our master's voice.
La Rochelle's out.
We've been ordered to a new port.
La Spezia...
...in the Mediterranean.
Fuel and provisions out of Vigo first.
That's in Spain.
That is all.
Those bastards stuck it to us.
Shit.
No getting laid.
No sexy nurses. No hot telephone operators.
Horse shit!
Christmas with the Macaronis.
Got to get there first, stupid!
What do you mean?
Gibraltar!
Stick a finger up your ass to get the idea.
It's as tight as a virgin.
We'll need Vaseline to get through.
You and the chief will go ashore in Vigo.
How's that?
I'll radio it in a minute.
I'll have to find a replacement for the chief.
They'll smuggle you through Spain somehow...
...even if you have to dress like gypsies.
- But I was on for the whole-- - No heroics.
It's already settled.
One guy alone would be tough.
We've got agents to get you through.
The chief is exhausted.
He's got to go ashore.
Aye, aye, sir.
Pretty bad, huh?
I'm going ashore at Vigo...
...with the chief.
Captain's orders.
Want me to take your letters?
But it's a big pile.
Well, it's a big love, right?
Equalize pressure.
All quiet.
White light.
Watch where you stomp.
Quiet, man!
We've got to find the right tub here.
The "Weser"...
...a German merchant vessel, is interned here.
With a bellyful of torpedoes, fuel and provisions.
Just for us.
Yeah, 1st class service.
Gentlemen.
We welcome our heroic German U-boat crew.
A wholehearted welcome...
...captain.
No, please, not me.
This is the captain.
MY aDOIOgies.
Welcome aboard the "Weser," captain.
A real hero, in person. I am most delighted.
Well, gentlemen...
...here they are...
...heroes of the deep.
The famous grey wolves...
...with us, inside our modest cabin...
...so to speak.
Captain, allow me.
A warm welcome.
Nice tugboat you've got here.
We're well prepared...
...in all modesty, of course, but not bad at all.
Like a taste of home, so to speak.
Fresh bread, cakes from our own bakery...
...bacon, fresh sausages, stuffed just today, naturally.
You've got to tell us your news.
You can't imagine our curiosity.
It's not an easy life here, appearances to the contrary.
There's plenty of fuel and food to eat...
...but torpedoes are difficult to come by.
But we always have our ways.
The Spaniards tolerate us, but there's no love lost between us.
Christmas bread.
So, tell me...
...how many ships have you sunk?
Let me guess--
The champagne.
How forgetful of me.
Please.
Gentlemen.
We drink to your health.
We are so proud of you.
We toast the German U-boats...
...and our beloved FUh--
I forget we're not at home here...
...if you know what I mean.
Cheers.
To your health.
Come on, dig in.
Let's dive into this stuff.
Come, captain, tell us all.
We're so very curious.
Those are fresh figs.
Never had one before.
Quiet, gentlemen.
They almost had us this time.
Herr Seewald, we've been expecting you.
The delegate of the naval attache.
I have messages from headquarters.
But first, your orders for Gibraltar.
And this radiogram.
Chief, Lieutenant Werner.
We're taking a stroll.
What's going on?
Bad news.
Request was denied by headquarters.
You've got to stay on board. You too, lieutenant.
I'm sorry.
It's probably just as well.
Who knows who they'd replace me with?
Might be one of those wet-behind-the-ears kids.
Very well could be.
They should've put some pussy in storage for screwing.
Yeah, you'd be fighting Spanish crabs by now.
Better than blue balls!
Move it and clear the chart table.
I can't navigate on bananas.
Are you nuts? Move that fruit.
The depth controls are blocked.
That's a Christmas tree?
It ain't camouflage for the bridge.
We're staying on board.
Orders from headquarters.
Sorry, Ullman.
Seven miles between coasts.
A tight squeeze, I'd say.
These are the British docks.
Their only port for repairs in the western Mediterranean.
It will be well protected.
All kinds of defenses.
Anything floating will be on the water.
We'll have to maneuver through it.
That's the situation.
We'll move under cover of darkness...
...skimming the surface.
We'll cut right through the English ships.
As close to the Strait of Gibraltar as we can get.
Then we'll dive...
...and let ourselves drop.
Very simple trick.
Let the current draw us through the strait.
No racket.
It saves fuel.
So, Kriechbaum?
Not bad, captain.
Let's go.
All ahead one-half.
Navigator and I stay, everyone else clear the bridge.
Half the English fleet is here.
Two degrees to port. Switch to electric motor.
Destroyer across port.
Range: 800, running parallel.
What's he doing?
Closing in?
No, moving ahead.
Very good.
Left full rudder.
All ahead full.
All right, then.
Right full rudder! All ahead full.
Damn!
Gibraltar.
Alarm!
Flood tanks!
Watch out, don't dive!
- Captain's still on bridge! - Kriechbaum's wounded!
Both diesels ahead full!
Blow all tanks!
Prepare to abandon ship!
Medic to officers' mess immediately!
Where's the medic?
Maximum power! Right full rudder!
All men into rescue gear!
Prepare to abandon!
Hold this!
Faster, faster!
Get a compress!
Gotta shut down port diesel. It's pulled loose.
Keep full speed!
Give it everything she's got!
What's he going to do?
Southern course...
...moving toward the African coast.
Damn.
Flood tanks!
All men to bow!
Down to 9O meters.
- Bow plane jammed! - Use manual rudder!
Bow plane stuck in full down position!
Both engines stop.
All men aft!
Hurry! Faster!
Trim all to stern!
Ballast pump down!
Trim with air!
Still sinking.
Load unchanged.
Gotta lose weight!
Pump 1000 liters!
Shut him up, medic!
Main bilge pump down!
Blow tanks?
All back full!
Boat not responding.
Blow tanks. Blow tanks!
Blow front.
Stop now.
Why don't you stop!
Give it whatever she's got, chief!
Blow them all!
Come on up.
Boat is beyond control.
ZOO.
210.
220 meters.
Beyond 230.
240 meters.
250 meters.
My God.
Do not turn...
...Thy face away from me.
A shovelful of sand.
God threw a shovelful of sand beneath our keel.
280 meters.
This boat's amazing.
Torpedo hatch taking water!
Taking water behind control panel!
Taking water in motor bilge!
Tube 5 taking water!
What you need?
- Leakage plugs. - In the bow.
Exhaust valve?
Leakage plugs! Move!
Give me that lamp!
I need a wrench, damn it!
Where are my reports?
Taking water at tower frame!
Where are the tools?
- Where is it? - Bilge pump!
Motor control panels down!
Diesel's all busted!
I demand proper reports!
Where's it worst?
Shaft valves and housing.
Machinist, battery two...
...determine damages.
Don't strip the crankshafts.
Can't see a thing!
Push harder!
I'm pushing!
Can't get the wedge in!
Give me that hammer!
Need more men aft?
I'll find out!
- Damn it. - Can I help?
Hold the light!
Father, don't forsake us.
Stupid asshole!
Damn idiot.
I need the diesel room toolbox.
Hurry!
Where are the tools?
Bigger wrench!
Leakage in diesel bilge!
Tighten them carefully. Don't break the bolts.
Cooling pipe leaking!
Get down there and tighten those valves!
More plugs. Hurry!
Gently, men.
Taking water fast in stern.
All hull valves burst. Cooling system down.
Compressors dislodged. Shaft valves taking water.
What about fuel leaks?
Can't tell yet.
- Anything else? - Battery cells are cracked.
They can't take this.
Acid in the bilge.
Neutralize with lime wash. Count drained cells.
Get battery connectors, hurry!
There. The valve underneath the lock.
I need plugs and a hammer!
- Here it is. - Thanks.
Careful.
Twenty-four cells drained.
Twenty-four cells. Holy shit.
We're way short of connectors.
He's got to bridge those damaged cells.
Or else we've had it.
Water in the engine room going to the torpedo tube.
Increasing.
Go. Pliers.
Can't tighten it. Can't see.
Lieutenant, lights!
If we don't fix this, we're goners!
To the right, more to the right.
Wire.
I need wire for bridging.
Move it, we need wire. Hurry up.
The chief needs wire. Look for wire.
- What kind of a wire? - Well, some heavy wire, man.
Incredible torpedoes in these tubes.
Twenty-five thousand Marks apiece.
And we can't find...
...a piece of wire.
Some old wire worth 5O pennies.
Periscope hydraulics jammed.
Can't be moved manually, either.
Wire.
Finally, something.
Pliers!
Leaks stopped.
Good, Johann.
Really good.
Now, get out of those wet rags.
Now let's get it out.
This water's got to go.
First, into the control room bilge...
...and then out.
Faster. Let's get rid of it.
And scoop. And scoop.
Get with it. No falling asleep back there.
Three cells starboard.
Where do we stand?
Almost done. Three cells to go.
Make way for the chief. Watch out!
Entire compass system is down...
...probably the sonar too.
Radio is totally out.
Quite a mess.
Can we surface?
Any chance at all?
Good question.
Some air may be left in the ballast tanks...
...from all that blowing.
That might help us.
With every last bit of air pressure...
...maybe--
We've got to reduce our weight.
That water has to get out.
Might work. It just might!
Aft is almost bailed.
It could work...
...by hand into tanks...
...then with main bilge pump...
...and air pressure, the water's pushed out.
Main bilge pump?
Can do.
Then we go for broke.
Blow tanks, and--
We'll get only one try.
When?
Once everything's repaired.
In 6 to 8 hours.
- CO2 content? -1.8 percent.
We got enough oxygen?
No.
Pass out oxygen masks as needed...
...men off duty to their bunks.
How's he doing?
Hard to tell.
All right here?
Okay. Doing fine.
Sure, captain. It'll work out.
How's it going?
Two. Got to change two more bearings.
Do you want some glucose?
Crazy idea...
...to ram us through this strait.
It was bound to go wrong.
He knew it.
That old fox knew it all along.
Since he got that radiogram...
...ordering us to break through.
That's why he wanted us off the boat...
...in Vigo.
There was no chance to get through.
He wanted to make us believe it was possible...
...with a simple trick.
"Drop down and glide through"--
Not a bad trick...
...except that it had to work.
Will we ever surface, chief?
I don't know.
I'm sorry.
Is it hopeless?
It's been 15 hours.
He's not going to pull it off.
I'm sorry.
I asked for it.
"To be heading into the inexorable...
...where no mother will care for us...
...no woman crosses our path...
...where only reality reigns, with cruelty and grandeur."
I was drunk with those words.
Well, this is reality.
Reporting to the captain.
Electric motor fixed.
Main bilge pump fixed.
Water can be pumped into tanks...
...then blown out with compressed air.
Compass ready.
Sonar ready.
Good, chief.
Take a rest now.
Still got a few small problems.
All you need is good people.
Good people.
Listen up.
We're going to blow tanks now...
...to see if we can lift our butt.
If we do...
...it might get uncomfortable again.
Lots of traffic up there.
So all we can do...
...is pray those diesels start up.
Then full speed ahead and off we go...
...out of this crater...
...and back home.
If it works...
...half a bottle of beer for everyone.
We just might get lucky.
They're not expecting us.
Well, men...
...are we ready?
Contact bearings?
No contact.
Prepare to surface, rescue gear ready.
Switch to red lights.
Man your diving stations.
Blow tanks.
Boat rising!
Quiet men! Calm down!
270 meters.
First watch, get ready.
260 meters.
250 meters.
240 meters.
230 meters.
220.
Hatch is open.
How about the engines?
Both diesels.
Now everything hinges on this.
I think...
...it's running!
Who says you can't make something out of nothing?
They won't get us this time.
Not again!
Hang in there, damn it.
Hang in there!
Three degrees to starboard. Course 320 degrees.
There he goes again!
They don't notice us.
They're all asleep in their bunks.
No, you know what?
They're at the casino, celebrating our sinking!
Not yet, Kameraden! Not ye“!
Cheers, guys! Here's to getting home!
As long as the diesels hold up...
...and with a little bit of luck...
...we'll make it home.
The 3rd Submarine Flotilla welcomes our returning sailors.
All engines stop.
Let go aft line.
We Build For Victory!
- Thanks, Hinrich. - Don't mention it.
The sun's shining.
Lift it!
All right? Almost there.