[♪♪♪]
[WOMAN SINGING IN FRENCH]
[MEN CHEERING]
[MEN SINGING]
Marten's crew.
They move out at dawn.
It's time to find ourselves
a little French quail.
You're too damn blitzed
to seek it out!
Shall I tell you how
to flush it out?
They're scared,
you know.
They comfort themselves
on women and schnapps.
OFFICER:
What's going on here?
Okay, ready, fire!
[LAUGHING]
Sir!
My second officer.
This is Lieutenant Werner,
war correspondent.
He'll ship out with us.
He'll report the true facts.
Life on a submarine.
Welcome aboard
with us, Lieutenant.
Good evening.
Hey, Lieutenant, come
and have a drink with us.
Good evening, Captain.
Good evening. Two beers, please.
Of course, Captain.
Right away.
[SINGING IN FRENCH]
[MEN CHEERING]
Where's our
friend Thomsen?
He should be toasting
his Knight's Cross.
Have you talked
to your wife?
Mm-mm.
No calls to Germany
before 10:00.
Two beers.
Captain.
[HEELS CLICK]
My duty report
from U-96, sir.
All provisions onboard
and fully armed, sir.
The boat is clear for sea.
Thank you, Lieutenant.
May I have your attention?
I am very happy to call
on our latest hero,
Captain Lieutenant Thomsen!
Three big cheers!
ALL:
Hoo-ah! Hoo-ah! Hoo-ah!
[MEN CHEER AND APPLAUD]
That's Thomsen.
He's from
the old guard.
Always drunk now.
Quiet in this
whorehouse! Quiet!
[BLOWS INTO MICROPHONE]
To our wonderful...
abstaining...
and womanless fuhrer...
who rose gloriously...
from apprentice painter...
to become the world's
greatest battle strategist.
OFFICER: Medal or not,
he better watch his mouth.
What? Isn't it true? Huh?
He's a great naval expert...
who took it upon himself,
in his infinite wisdom...
How's it go again?
[BURPS]
Our great fuhrer has been
showing that English bedwetter,
that cigar-chomping
asshole Churchill,
where exactly to go!
[LAUGHTER]
And stick his stinking cigars!
[MEN CHEERING]
[MEN SINGING INDISTINCTLY]
[MEN SINGING IN GERMAN]
Excuse me.
I'll see you in the morning.
I must phone home.
Phillip, the old
bunch is gone.
Look at these new heroes.
[MEN YELLING AND CHANTING]
All wind and smoke.
Bigmouths.
Cheeks together,
balls in hand...
and the belief in our fuhrer
in their eyes.
They'll know in time.
[♪♪♪]
[MEN CHEERING]
[YELLING]
[SCREAMING IN FRENCH]
[GUNSHOT]
Combat! Conquer or die!
Come on. Come on,
Phillip. Come on!
Give me a hand!
Help me get him up.
You know,
I wanted to really
screw my brains
out tonight,
but I am not in the condition
to fuck.
That'll do.
Sieg Heil!
Look, that's
Thomsen's boat.
Find anything
wrong in dock?
Yes, starboard propeller
blade was bent.
Ah-ha, I see.
That explains that whining
noise at low RPM.
They've changed it.
We've got a brand-new
propeller, Captain.
WOMAN [OVER P.A.]:
Chief Engineer U-96
to the optical workshop.
Telephone call from Germany.
[METAL TOOLS CLANKING]
[FLAMES ROAR]
That's our boat.
ONE:
Crew, stand by for inspection!
Attention!
Eyes left.
[♪♪♪]
All hands present
and accounted for, Captain.
Watches at maneuver stations.
The boat is clear for sea.
Thank you, Number One.
At ease.
Here comes his speech.
Well, men...
All set?
ALL:
All set, sir!
Harbor stations, men.
Nice speech, wasn't it?
OFFICER 1:
Pull in that gangway! Let's go!
[MEN SHOUTING]
[FANFARE PLAYING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]
[MEN SHOUTING]
Sink them all!
[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]
Hey. Move these crates
of lettuce out of here!
This isn't a vegetable garden!
Fish store, where we maintain
and stow the torpedoes?
Heads up, you slobs!
You're gonna be
in the papers!
[ALL LAUGH]
Thank you, men.
Come on, follow me.
Here we have the can.
Just one for 50 men.
The other's full
of provisions.
First we have to think
about eating,
then the end product.
It's logical, no?
[LAUGHS]
Here's the chief
petty officer's quarters.
My home away from home.
SAILOR 1:
Here's the newspaperman.
BOATSWAIN:
Here's the war room.
Watch where you put that!
2ND: He brought plenty of books.
Hope you like reading.
You have it really cozy here.
BOATSWAIN:
Where are you, Lieutenant?
WERNER:
Coming. Excuse me.
SAILOR 2:
Hope he don't get seasick!
SAILOR 3:
He's got a picture
of his mother.
BOATSWAIN:
The radio and hydrophone shack.
SAILOR 4:
What a jerk.
Here's the control room.
The boat's command post.
SAILOR 5:
I can't find sugar on this list.
SAILOR 6:
Look on the other page,
you idiot.
CHIEF:
Make them higher.
I want these instruments
accessible.
Wake up, you two.
We've got company.
SAILOR 7:
Good morning, Lieutenant.
WERNER:
Morning, gentlemen.
This is where the petty officers
bunk. Sleeps 12 men.
It means two guys
have to share a bunk.
One sleeps
while the other's on duty.
When one man
comes off watch,
he climbs into
the other man's stink.
Right?
[ALL LAUGH]
Here. This bunk's
just for you.
Got one to yourself, since
you're a guest onboard. See?
Here, Lieutenant,
this is for you.
And here's your escape gear.
Very important.
It's only for show.
Comes in useful in the shower.
[LAUGHTER]
The mask helps out
when the diesel stinks.
[LAUGHS]
Or Frenssen's feet!
[ALL LAUGHING]
Okay, come on.
Come along.
This is our galley.
And here's Johann,
our phantom.
What?
[MACHINERY WHIRRING LOUDLY]
Well, Johann,
everything in order?
[♪♪♪]
Was about time
we'd be back on sea.
[SEAGULLS CAWING]
Attention! Zero.
Thirty-six degrees,
20.5 minutes.
Watch out.
This area is unsafe.
The tommys know exactly
when we sail.
Informers are plenty.
Shipyard workers,
cleaners, whores.
Careful, eggs.
Permission to come up?
CAPTAIN: Yes, Lieutenant.
Alarm!
[BELL RINGING]
SAILOR 1: Stand by main vents!
SAILOR 2: Stand by main vents.
[YELLING]
JOHANN:
Latch up main engines!
Starboard exhaust valve!
All hands forward!
Standing positions!
All hands forward!
Come on, come on, move it!
Come on, move it! Up! Up! Up!
Come on, move. Move, move, move,
there. Faster. Move, move, move!
Move, move, move! Keep going!
Get a move on! I wanna see
steam coming out of you guys!
In case you didn't know,
it's an alarm!
It isn't a pleasure cruise,
damn it!
Get into diving positions!
CHIEF:
Blow negative tank.
Stern planes ease to 10 degrees.
Not bad, not bad.
Practice makes perfect.
Keeps you from getting rusty.
A practice drill.
[LAUGHS]
Level off, Chief.
Bow up 15. Stern up 10.
Planes on zero.
Leveled off, sir.
Shut all main vents.
SAILOR:
All main vents shut.
Take her down.
Let's see how the valves
and seals hold up.
Bow planes down 15,
stern up 10.
2ND: The shipyard
rates a boat to 90 meters.
But of course,
we could go deeper.
[RUMBLING]
There's a limit somewhere.
We can only take so much
pressure before the boat...
will be...
crushed.
CAPTAIN:
Check hull valves.
CHIEF:
Check hull valves.
[RUMBLING, CRACKING]
SAILOR 1: Check hull valves.
SAILOR 2: Check hull valves.
The pressure.
Yeah, sure.
[CREAKING]
Deeper.
CHIEF:
140 meters.
[CREAKS]
She must take this depth.
150.
160 meters.
[CREAKS]
That'll do for now. Surface.
SAILOR 1: Surface.
Bow up 10. Stern up 5.
[♪♪♪]
[SNORING]
Your girl?
French girl?
Hey. You know the shop
that sells flowers
beside Café A L'ami Pierrot?
Beside where?
A L'ami Pierrot.
Sure, I know it.
The two pretty sales girls,
Jeannette and...
The other one's called...
Françoise.
There's nobody who knows,
but we're engaged.
Unofficially.
Can I see?
Very pretty. Really.
What's wrong?
She's pregnant.
Pardon?
Don't you know
what that means?
If the Resistance
ever finds out...
German baby.
I've told her, but...
She wants to have it.
You've got problems, friend.
[♪♪♪]
[MAN SPEAKING GERMAN
OVER RADIO]
Our masters in Berlin spend
all their time finding Churchill
clever new nicknames.
What's their
latest creation?
Drunken pig.
Fat-ball.
Paralytic.
I must say,
for a drunken paralytic,
he's putting up
a damn good fight.
You'll see.
We'll cut the swine to shreds.
That is my firm belief.
Listen to me, smart guy.
He is a long way
from shreds, Mr. Churchill.
I'd like to know
how many of his ships
are getting through us
right now,
while we sit on our
behinds waiting for orders.
Our patrol planes,
where are they?
Answer that one,
Herr Goering.
The British have
plenty of them.
Talking big is all
he's good for, that fat slob.
Big heroes.
Nothing but hot air.
All of them.
Go on...
put that one down.
It'll make exciting
reading in your epic.
The Propaganda
Ministry will love it.
Music we need.
Think our Hitler Youth leader
might put a record on for us?
[CUTLERY CLATTERS]
The "Tipperary" song,
if you have no objections!
[LAUGHS]
[MAN SINGING IN GERMAN
OVER RECORDING]
SAILOR:
Don't make me puke
with that stuff.
Hey, now we are
in the Royal Navy.
♪ It's a long way to Tipperary ♪
♪ It's a long way to home ♪
♪ It's a long way to Tipperary ♪
A simple record won't make you
into the king of England,
Number One.
♪ It's a long
Long way to Tipperary ♪
[SINGING IN GERMAN]
♪ It's a long
Long way to Tipperary ♪
[CONTINUES SINGING IN GERMAN]
Okay, 22, 46.
Yes, that's it.
Let's see now, 46...
[MAN SPEAKING GERMAN
OVER RADIO]
We could just about do it.
Five, six, seven...
New course, sir?
One minute.
What's the signal
position, sir?
"Convoy square at AK 22-46.
"Mean course, 60 degrees.
Speed, 8 knots. U-boat 37."
U-boat 37. That's Marten's
boat moving in to attack.
Too far away.
We'd never make it.
Bad luck.
Damn it!
When do we get
some orders, huh?
WERNER:
Don't let me disturb you.
Carry on working.
Can I just bring you around
this way? Yes, good.
[CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICK]
Good. Very good. This way.
Quick! Quick! Move it.
Get the lead out.
Out of the way!
This way. Great.
You stay here in the foreground.
I wanted a minute like that.
Good. Let's have
some again with...
Who did that?
[♪♪♪]
Tell me now...
You got any hairs
up your nose?
Why?
I've got some up mine.
Maybe we could
knit them together.
[TYPEWRITER CLACKING]
[MAN SINGING IN GERMAN ON RADIO]
Body cleaning
with four letters.
Bath.
Thank you.
Deep affection
with four letters.
Love.
Right.
Not many intelligent
challenges here.
[WOMAN SINGING IN FOREIGN
LANGUAGE OVER RECORDING]
Down.
[GASPS SOFTLY]
You're dirty.
Pubic lice.
[SAILOR GIGGLES]
A whole army of them.
[GIGGLING]
They'll easily eat
a skinny guy like you.
[LAUGHTER]
Powder the guy
thoroughly.
[BOISTEROUS LAUGHTER]
[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]
Number One.
Lieutenant.
Do you know
where the doctor is?
Yes, in the sailors' quarters.
[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]
[MACHINERY WHIRRING LOUDLY]
Cut off extra supply
of fuel to the engines!
Okay.
[♪♪♪]
Look out!
Trim calculation correct?
Yes, sir.
Look out!
Here we go, girls.
What's happening?
It's U-32.
She's spotted a British convoy
somewhere in our vicinity.
We should be there
in 10 hours.
That's a fine way
to waste fuel.
Lunatic.
[♪♪♪]
Damn the stinking weather.
How does it look?
One minute, Captain.
We are here.
The enemy should be here,
if they haven't zigzagged.
2ND:
Freighter on starboard bow!
Bearing 0-4-0.
They're over there!
0-4-0 and closing!
CAPTAIN:
That's no freighter.
No, a destroyer.
Coming straight at us.
Clear the bridge.
Take her down!
Damned shit!
CAPTAIN:
Come to periscope depth.
SAILOR 1:
Stand by battle stations.
SAILOR 2:
Stand by battle stations.
SAILOR 3:
Stand by battle stations.
Flood tubes 1 to 4.
SAILOR 4: Flood tubes 1 to 4.
SAILOR 5: Flood tubes 1 to 4.
He wants to attack
the destroyer.
Crazy in this weather.
SAILOR 6:
Tubes 1 to 4 flooded.
Watch your depth, Chief.
Bow planes up 2.
Stern planes down 2.
[WHIRRING]
Come on.
Both planes come to zero.
13.5 meters.
Open bow caps now.
Open bow caps.
CAPTAIN:
Damn it.
What happened to them?
[♪♪♪]
Close bow caps.
Take her deeper, Chief!
Take her deeper!
Depth charges dropped!
[MEN YELLING]
[EXPLODING]
SAILOR 1:
Get some fuses, quick!
CAPTAIN:
Check all hull valves
and closures.
[MAN WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY]
SAILOR 2:
No serious damage.
They must have spotted
our periscope.
SAILOR 3:
Control room all secure.
Seems incredible
on the sea.
[YELLING]
[WIND GUSTING]
[CHEERING]
2ND:
Lieutenant!
What?
Take it easy!
Calm down!
Have you gone
crazy or something?
[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]
[LAUGHTER]
Hey, guess what?
Have you heard the latest?
Our Dufte is tying the knot.
[ALL LAUGH]
Lord help the stupid pig!
You're a mean,
dirty louse!
I think half the fleet
have tried her!
They should stick you in a zoo
and mate you with
a chimpanzee there, kid.
Here are pictures
of the beautiful fraulein!
Dirty rotten swine!
You swine!
Don't tell me this
secondhand mattress
lets you sleep with her.
[ALL LAUGH]
[WIND GUSTING]
Watch out! Heads down!
Look out!
[METALLIC CLANG]
Man overboard!
Pilgrim!
[SCREAMING]
[YELLING]
2ND:
On there! Put him on there.
Careful! Careful!
Careful.
2ND: Make way!
Hold on!
Hurry, will you? Move!
Hold on!
2ND: Pilgrim!
SAILOR 1: The first aid kit!
Bring the first aid kit,
damn it!
CAPTAIN: Prepare to dive!
SAILOR 1: Prepare to dive!
ONE:
"Self-discipline is the only
road to military leadership.
No form of training is possible
without its example."
Three ribs cracked
and a gash on the head.
He was lucky.
What a rotten month.
Absolutely rotten.
Mildew is good for you.
It's the next best thing
to fresh-grown lettuce.
Anything that grows on this boat
we've got to be grateful for.
Must be snowing
already back home.
ONE:
"If you wish to learn
the art of leadership,
become a whole person..."
Very funny.
It's been years
since I've seen snow.
Can I look?
Sure.
[♪♪♪]
Your wife?
Mm-hm.
[WIND GUSTING]
Look! There,
in front! There!
Bridge to Captain,
U-boat at port bow!
It's one of ours!
A German boat!
There, a German
U-boat! Over there!
Almost ahead! There!
You're right.
Both engines stop.
Bring up the light.
Both engines stop!
Bring up the light!
Look, it's Thomsen!
Thomsen!
All back standard.
It's Thomsen!
Good hunting,
you old rascal!
[ALL LAUGH]
My God, Phillip.
So they've pushed you
out to sea again.
Nothing exciting
out there, huh?
Position reports,
very faint.
SOS calls from
enemy freighters.
When the rudder breaks
on one of those old tenders...
there's nothing
to do but pray.
The sea can't sink us, Hinrich.
No ship's as safe
as our U-boats.
Hinrich.
Put the record on again.
You know the one.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[WOMAN SINGING IN FRENCH
OVER RECORDING]
[SNORING]
SAILOR 1:
Ready? Emergency lighting only.
Bound to be a false alarm.
What's up?
A convoy.
Permission to come up?
CAPTAIN: Affirmative.
[♪♪♪]
Outward bound convoy,
5 columns.
Very juicy.
Any escorts in sight?
Destroyers?
KRIECHBAUM:
No, no screen.
They have no protection.
Nothing.
That's funny.
They could be off
chasing one of ours.
Uh-huh.
That damn moon.
CAPTAIN: How many
of our boats are on contact?
KRIECHBAUM:
Five.
Do we risk it?
It's worth a try, Captain.
Come left to 1-8-0.
ONE:
Left five degrees rudder.
New course, 1-8-0.
SAILOR 1:
Steady on course 1-8-0, sir.
Kriechbaum,
what's your feeling?
It will work, Captain.
We've got them.
Prepare tubes 1 to 4
for surface firing.
ONE:
Flood tubes 1 to 4.
I'm going in.
ONE:
Master sight to bridge.
SAILOR 2:
Master sight to bridge.
SAILOR 3:
Tubes 1 to 4 flooded.
[♪♪♪]
All ahead full,
left full rudder. Come to 1-0-7.
Stand by to attack.
[MACHINERY WHIRRING]
Watch the pressure
of the lubricating oil!
[♪♪♪]
Bow angle bearing 0-5-0.
SAILOR 3:
Locked on.
ONE: Range, 2200 meters.
Check.
Those two that
are overlapping,
double shot on the big one,
the other two a single each.
ONE:
Targets identified.
CHIEF:
Right standard rudder.
All ahead 1/3.
Open bow caps.
Lock on tubes 1 and 2.
New bow angle, 0-6-3.
SAILOR 3:
Check, locked on!
ONE:
Hold on for bearing.
All set!
Tubes 1 and 2,
fire when matched.
SAILOR 1: Tubes 1 and 2 ready!
SAILOR 2: Tubes 1 and 2 ready!
Tube 1, fire!
SAILOR 1: Tube 1, fire!
Tube 2, fire!
ONE: Tube 3, fire when matched.
SAILOR 3: Tube 3 ready!
SAILOR 1: Tube 3 ready!
Tube 3, fire!
SAILOR 1:
Tube 3, fire!
ONE: Tube 4 ready.
SAILOR 1: Tube 4 ready!
ONE: Tube 4, fire!
SAILOR 1: Tube 4, fire!
Destroyer ahead!
CAPTAIN:
Alarm!
CHIEF: All hands forward!
Forward diving position!
[ALARM BLARING]
CHIEF: Quick, quick, quick!
SAILOR 4: Keep it moving!
Clear the way!
CHIEF:
Move, move! Keep it moving!
SAILOR 4:
Watch out!
SAILOR 5:
Hurry! Hurry, hurry!
We hit the first.
We hit her! We hit her!
[ALL CHEER]
[EXPLOSIONS]
[EXPLOSION]
Number three.
[METAL CREAKING]
Now they are going
to the bottom.
It's the bulkheads.
They've collapsed.
[♪♪♪]
[EXPLOSIONS]
SAILOR 1:
Both engines indicate ahead 2/3!
CHIEF:
Pump out 150 liters!
[EXPLOSIONS]
SAILOR 1:
Main engines indicate
ahead full!
CHIEF:
Pump out 150 liters!
[SONAR PINGING]
Asdic.
Detector system.
Ultrasonic.
The swine.
The filthy rotten swine.
[MUTTERING INDISTINCTLY]
Shh. Quiet, boys.
Keep it quiet.
Nice and quiet now.
That's it.
[SONAR PINGING]
[PROPELLER WHIRRING]
Hold dead slow.
SAILOR 1:
50 rpm's. Kill the fans.
[SONAR PINGING INCREASING]
Left 15 degrees.
SAILOR 1:
Left 15 degrees.
Stern left 15, sir.
[SONAR PINGING CONTINUES]
[LOUD CRASH]
CAPTAIN:
All ahead full!
Let's get the hell
out of here!
Shut it down!
Both ballasts
and gate got fractured.
Isolate it. Isolate it!
SAILOR 2:
Shut it down!
[EXPLOSIONS]
My God! We're on fire!
Motor room caught fire.
Cut to number-two auxiliary!
[MEN YELLING]
Calm down! Calm down,
for God's sake!
[COUGHING]
CAPTAIN:
Chief, emergency ventilation.
CHIEF: Switch on fans,
connect emergency cartridges.
[ALL COUGHING]
Oh, boy.
She doesn't want
to let go of us.
What's going on?
Running away?
We have really
smashed them.
My God, those bulkheads.
Did you hear them burst?
[PROPELLER WHIRRING]
[WHISPERING]
What's her bearing?
[WHISPERING]
0-6-5, sir.
Bearing constant.
Deeper, Chief.
Silent speed.
Deeper still.
Right 30 degrees.
We'll try doubling back.
Keep them guessing.
[♪♪♪]
[HULL CREAKING]
[WHISPERING]
Contact, bearing 2-7-0.
It's fading.
[HULL CREAKS]
Shit.
Second contact closing fast,
bearing 0-7-6!
Reinforcement.
Damn them.
[SONAR PINGING]
Deeper.
But, sir...
Yes, deeper.
Bow planes down 10.
Stern planes up 7.
[♪♪♪]
[SONAR PINGING]
CHIEF:
190 meters.
[SONAR PINGING]
200 meters.
[HULL CREAKING]
210 meters.
[HULL GROANING]
220 meters.
230 meters.
[HULL CREAKING LOUDLY]
The bolts!
They're bursting!
That's deep enough, Chief.
10 meters rise!
[BOLTS EXPLODING]
All ahead starboard!
[LOUD EXPLOSIONS]
[GROANING]
Quiet, men, quiet.
[SONAR PINGING INCREASING]
[BOLTS CRASHING]
[PROPELLER WHIRRING]
Quiet.
[ALL YELLING]
Bring her up to 150 meters!
Both full ahead!
SAILOR 2:
Full ahead both, sir!
[ALL YELLING]
Left 20 degrees!
Steer 0-5-0!
SAILOR 1:
Steering on course 0-5-0, sir!
He is near his mark.
[EXPLOSIONS]
SAILOR 1:
The foundation bolts are loose!
[ALL GASPING AND PANTING]
[ALL SCREAMING]
Quiet, damn you!
Reports! I want actual
damage reports!
SAILOR 2:
Engine room taking water!
Water!
Captain, permission
to inspect engine room?
Number One, take over!
Aye, aye, sir.
The exhaust flap.
What's the trouble?
The flange bolts have seared.
Number 10 gaskets!
Bring me the gaskets!
Come on, move it!
[GROANING]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
They'll soon be
out of fireworks.
[EXPLOSIONS]
[WHIMPERS]
Exhaust flap secured, sir.
150 meters,
all ahead full.
[ALL BREATHING HEAVILY]
CAPTAIN:
What's wrong, Johann?
[WHIMPERS]
Get back to your
battle station.
Right now.
Don't disobey my orders!
Do as you're told!
Back to your station!
[GASPING AND WHIMPERING]
I order you, Johann.
[GROANING AND GASPING]
Aft, Johann!
[SHRIEKING]
Tie him up. Hurry.
He's under control.
Forget it, Hinrich,
we can hear them.
[PROPELLER WHIRRING]
That's it, come on.
[EXPLODING]
[MEN SCREAMING]
CAPTAIN:
All ahead full! Maximum power!
SAILOR 1: All ahead full, sir!
CHIEF: Both main motors!
Both main motors.
Revolutions!
170 meters!
Blow!
Keep going. 180 meters.
[SCREAMING]
190 meters.
[MEN GROANING
AND BREATHING HEAVILY]
200 meters!
210 meters!
CHIEF:
220 meters!
SAILOR:
We're sinking!
[COMMUNICATION DEVICE
BEEPING]
[♪♪♪]
CAPTAIN:
Kriechbaum, make a note
for the war diary.
KRIECHBAUM:
Aye, aye, Captain.
CAPTAIN: Stayed submerged
for six hours at silent speed.
Satisfied that destroyers
have lost us.
Intense glow in sky.
Observed at 2-1-0 degrees.
Probably flames
from tanker we hit.
KRIECHBAUM:
I have it, Captain.
We'll surface
in 10 minutes.
KRIECHBAUM:
Notify Chief Engineer.
Switch to red light.
First watch stand by for duty.
You see, Lieutenant?
They didn't kill us.
[DISTANT EXPLOSIONS]
Her back's already broken.
She's a tough one.
She won't go down.
All right, Number One,
let's finish her off.
ONE:
Master sight to bridge.
Final shot. Prepare to fire.
SAILOR 1: Flood number 1 tube.
Number 1 tube is flooded.
Ready for surface firing.
ONE: Target speed zero.
SAILOR 1: Check.
ONE: Range, 650 meters.
SAILOR 1: Check.
ONE:
Depth, 4 meters.
Torpedo speed, 3-0.
Aiming point...
Forward of aft mast.
Tube 1 ready?
SAILOR 2:
Tube 1 ready.
Tube 1...
SAILOR 2: Tube 1.
...fire.
SAILOR 2: Fire!
SAILOR 3:
Torpedo running!
[EXPLOSIONS]
2ND:
There's still men onboard!
There!
[SCREAMING]
[EXPLOSIONS]
Why didn't their own ships
rescue them?
For the love of God!
They've had six hours!
BRITISH SAILOR:
Help me! Help me!
[EXPLOSIONS]
[♪♪♪]
[MEN SCREAMING INDISTINCTLY]
They're swimming
towards us.
BRITISH SAILOR:
Help me!
Both engines back 2/3.
BRITISH SAILOR:
Help me!
Help, save us!
[CRYING]
[METAL CREAKING]
Captain?
I wish to apologize.
Nothing to be said, Johann.
You deserted your post
at a critical moment in action.
You also disobeyed
my order to return to it.
You mean to say that there has
to be a court-martial, sir?
How many patrols
have you done?
Nine, sir.
You. Why you, Johann?
Please. It was a mistake.
I didn't...
It was...
It...
I just somehow
all of a sudden...
As if my...
It won't ever happen again, sir.
You can depend on it.
I swear.
All right, Johann.
No court-martial, sir?
Get some sleep.
[♪♪♪]
Well, what do you know.
Christmas in La Rochelle.
Real girls in our
Christmas stockings.
Luscious telephone
operators.
Sexy little nurses
to comfort and kiss.
Hot dames.
We'll have a ball.
A Valkyrie in shining
armor, really big and fat.
CAPTAIN: Now hear this.
Here's master's voice.
La Rochelle's out. Sorry.
We've orders to a new port
of destination.
La Spezia. That's an Italian
naval base in the
Mediterranean.
First we'll pick up fuel
and supplies at Vigo in Spain.
That's all.
Those swine.
They must be crazy.
What a dirty rotten trick.
There goes our
Christmas stocking.
No sexy little nurses.
Not even a decent beer.
I'd like to kill
those morons!
Well, Christmas in macaroni-land
can't be such a bad thing.
We've got to get there first,
you stupid little jerk!
And so?
And so...
Gibraltar!
Use your brain,
you pathetic idiot!
It's like the eye
of a needle.
This camel will need more
than a can of Vaseline
to get through there.
When we reach Vigo,
you go ashore,
Lieutenant Werner.
You and the chief.
But, sir...
I've already
made the decision.
I've got to find me
a replacement for the chief.
Our agents will smuggle you
out of Spain somehow.
Dressed up as gypsies,
for instance.
But, Captain, I thought
I'd be going...
No arguments.
It's all been settled.
It's easier to get
two of you out.
We have agents
that bring you out.
I really believe
the chief needs a break.
He must get home.
I understand, sir.
[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]
Tough break.
[♪♪♪]
When we reach Vigo,
it's goodbye.
The captain has
ordered me ashore.
The chief leaves too.
So...
I could deliver
your mail for you.
Hm?
Yeah.
There's quite a bunch
of them here.
Well, it's quite
a romance, isn't it?
Mm-hm.
[♪♪♪]
[DOG BARKING DISTANTLY]
Hatchway is clear.
SAILOR 1:
Guess how long I've been
wearing this shirt.
SAILOR 2:
Since we sailed.
SAILOR 1:
No, three weeks before that.
[SAILORS LAUGHING]
CAPTAIN: Quiet.
ONE: Switch to white light.
2ND: Hurry up with that gear.
Quiet, man!
CAPTAIN:
All ahead 1/3.
Left 10 degrees, rudder.
Now we just have to find
this little barge.
SS Weser.
German merchant ship.
She's got herself interned here.
With a bellyful
of torpedoes,
fuel and supplies.
And that's all for us,
Kriechbaum.
Yeah, yeah.
First-class service.
[♪♪♪]
[CHORAL MUSIC PLAYING
OVER SPEAKERS]
Gentlemen.
Three cheers
for our gallant U-boat men.
Sieg.
ALL: Heil!
Sieg.
Heil!
Sieg.
Heil!
You are most welcome,
Captain Lieutenant.
[SQUEAKS]
No, no. Please.
This is...
This is our commander.
My apologies, sir. I...
A pleasure to have
you aboard the Weser,
Captain Lieutenant.
A hero.
I'm delighted
to be so honored.
Gentlemen,
here they stand,
our heroes of the deep.
The Grey Wolves.
Our humble ship is honored
on a momentous occasion
such as this is.
Captain, lead the way.
Welcome onboard.
Nice clean tugboat you got here.
Been looking forward
to meeting you.
So here we are, Captain.
As you can see,
we've done what we can
in our modest way.
I hope it's to your taste.
Quite a table.
Just like home.
Fresh bread, cakes
from the ship's bakery,
a bit of fruit,
fresh sausage,
our chef's specialty.
Well, we're waiting
to hear your news.
Can't imagine what
it means to us.
It isn't easy here,
despite what people say.
It's very frustrating.
Sure, there's plenty to eat.
Fuel supply's no problem.
Torpedoes are tricky
though. Very tricky.
Never mind.
You're all set up.
The Spaniards
tolerate us,
but you couldn't call
them enthusiastic.
Christmas cake.
Now, tell us,
how many ships
have you sunk?
Now, let's see.
I guess about...
Oh, champagne.
How forgetful of me.
Take a glass.
Gentlemen, raise
your glasses.
Drink to our heroes.
We're proud of you.
[GLASSES CLINK]
To the German
U-boat service,
and to our beloved fuhrer...
[CLEARS THROAT]
Oh, yes. We're not
exactly at home,
if you understand
what I mean.
Toast. All the best.
Cheers.
And now, plenty for
everyone. Come on.
Fine with me.
Let's get down to business.
HOST:
Yes, come along.
Yes, now tell us all
about it, Captain. Continue.
I'm bursting
with curiosity.
Those are fresh figs.
Fresh figs.
Never had one.
Yeah.
Shh. Keep quiet.
This time we very
nearly had it.
See, gentlemen,
that's the stuff
heroes are made of.
Herr Seewald,
we've been expecting you.
Captain, over here.
Heil Hitler.
Representative
of our naval attaché here.
Heil Hitler, Captain.
I brought some
communications from Berlin.
First, the documents
for the breakthrough.
And then...
this cable came.
Chief. Lieutenant Werner.
We are going
for a little fresh air.
Well, Seewald,
what's happening?
Bad news.
Mm.
[INHALING DEEPLY
AND EXHALING]
Headquarters say no.
Our request has been denied,
Chief.
There's no replacement.
You stay too, Werner.
Mm.
I'm sorry.
I guess it's
just as well.
Who knows what kind of
idiot they'd have sent you.
[MEN LAUGH
UPROARIOUSLY WITHIN]
One of those
newfound warriors
who's all wind and smoke.
Could be right.
They should have
stocked the sub
with a few horny
little senoritas.
Lucky they didn't, lover-boy.
A case of Spanish crabs,
that's all we'd need.
Yesterday he was a virgin.
Now he can't live without it.
Hurry up and get
this mess out of here.
Get that chart table cleared.
I can't navigate on bananas.
What do you think
you're doing?
Get that fruit out of here.
Move it.
I want those depth controls
completely free.
SAILOR 1:
Is that a Christmas tree?
SAILOR 2:
What do you think it is,
camouflage for the bridge?
We're staying onboard.
They won't replace us.
I'm sorry, Ullman.
[♪♪♪]
CAPTAIN:
Seven miles from coast to coast.
Bit narrow, huh?
Here, the British dockyards.
The only ones the British have
in the western Mediterranean.
So they are very
heavily defended.
The place will be crawling
with patrol boats.
Anything that floats
will be on the water.
And this is where
we have to go.
That's the situation.
We'll move in under darkness.
The surface.
We'll see if we can
slip through their cordon.
As near to Gibraltar
as we can get.
Then dive down...
and let ourselves
drift through.
And so dive...
and allow the surface current
to pull us through the strait.
Quiet as a shadow...
and we burn less fuel.
Well, Kriechbaum?
Clever trick, Captain.
[♪♪♪]
Right. Let's get going.
All ahead 2/3.
The navigator and I
stay up here.
Now clear the bridge.
CAPTAIN:
I'm right. To 0-7-9.
SAILOR 1:
Then course 0-7-9, sir.
CAPTAIN: That's half
the British fleet out there.
Come left 20 degrees
and change to main motors.
SAILOR 1:
Steering 0-5-9, sir.
CAPTAIN: Steer 0-5-0.
SAILOR 1: Course 0-5-0.
[TICKING]
KRIECHBAUM:
Destroyer on port bow.
Range about 800.
Going which way?
Is she closing?
KRIECHBAUM:
No, she's heading away.
CAPTAIN:
That's good.
Break through.
Astern of her. Left full rudder.
All ahead full.
SAILOR 1: Rudder is left full.
All engines indicate ahead full.
CAPTAIN:
Steady as you go.
[HUMMING]
[TICKING]
CAPTAIN:
Come right.
Turn to course 0-7-9.
SAILOR 1:
Course 0-7-9.
CAPTAIN:
All ahead 2/3.
Right full rudder!
All ahead full! Be quick!
SAILOR 1:
Right full rudder.
All ahead full.
CAPTAIN:
Damn! Damn!
[♪♪♪]
[WHISPERING]
Kriechbaum.
Gibraltar.
[ALARM BLARING]
Alarm!
2ND:
Don't dive!
The captain's still on top!
Don't dive!
Navigator wounded!
Stop flooding!
Everything! Everything!
Stand by escape gear!
Ready to abandon ship!
ONE: Power supply
to radio assistance!
SAILOR 2:
Where's my escape gear?
[PAINED GROANING]
Bring the medic! Hurry!
Both engines, maximum power!
Hard, starboard!
CHIEF:
All hands on escape gear!
All off watch,
report to control room!
Here, hold this.
CHIEF: Prepare to abandon ship!
Faster! Faster!
[♪♪♪]
Compresses!
Out of the way!
CHIEF:
Silence onboard!
Chief to Captain,
we have to stop port engine!
CAPTAIN:
Maintain full power, Chief!
All the power you've got!
Where the hell is he going?
Due south.
Heading directly
for the African coastline.
Damn it! Damn it!
Flood!
Ready to dive!
All hands forward!
CHIEF:
Hurry up! Everyone off watch!
Move! Clear the way!
90 meters! Quick!
CHIEF:
Bow planes zero.
Stern planes up 5!
Bow planes are in action!
Switch to manual!
[GROANING LOUDLY]
The bow plane is jammed!
It's on a dive!
CHIEF:
Damn it!
All engines stop!
All men go aft!
SAILOR 3:
All hands aft! All hands aft!
CHIEF:
Hurry!
All hands aft! Move! Move! Move!
Pump everything aft!
Auxiliary pump out of action!
Blow forward twin tanks.
SAILOR 4:
Tank's blown, sir!
One's out.
She's still going down.
CAPTAIN:
We've got to shed some weight!
Pump out 1000 liters!
[SCREAMS]
For God's sake, don't you know
how to keep him quiet?
Main ballast pump
out of action!
Permission to blow?
Both engines
hard astern full!
SAILOR 1:
Hard astern full.
CHIEF:
No effect.
All right, blow.
Blow, I said!
Blow fore ballast.
Now pull out.
Pull out.
Damn you! Pull out!
All that you've got, Chief!
All you've got!
All that we've got! Blow!
Come on!
Rise! Please!
We can't hold her.
[INDISTINCT WHISPERING]
[HULL CREAKING]
200.
210.
220 meters.
[BOLT EXPLODES]
230.
240.
[BOLTS EXPLODING]
My God.
Oh, Lord,
turn not away from me.
Dear Lord,
take away all our sins.
[RUMBLING]
[ALL SCREAMING]
[METAL CREAKING]
[♪♪♪]
A shovelful of sand.
The merciful God's left a
shovelful of sand to keep us up.
280 meters.
And she's still
in one piece.
Nobody.
[MEN YELLING]
Torpedo hatch
taking water!
The torpedo hatch
taking water!
Motor room's taking water now,
right behind...
[MEN YELLING INDISTINCTLY]
Captain, taking water!
What do you need?
Some timber for sawing.
It's in the bow
compartment.
Exhaust valve okay?
I need some shoring. Quick!
Pass it to me.
Give me that flashlight!
I need a wrench, damn it!
Give me damage reports.
Water coming in
around the peripheral!
Where are the tools?
The tools!
CAPTAIN:
Where are you going?
[EXPLOSIONS]
Main motor switchboard's
out of action.
Engine room's
completely wrecked.
I want some proper damage
reports!
SAILOR 5:
We can't stop the flooding!
SAILOR 6: If saltwater gets
in the bearings, we've had it.
CHIEF:
Where's the most damage?
The shaft stomping boxes,
below the decoy.
Check damage to number-two
battery. Quick as you can!
Tighten that bolt!
There, right underneath
the tubing. See?
SAILOR 7:
I can't see!
Push! Hard as you can!
It's stuck tight!
I can't wedge it!
CHIEF:
Here, give me the hammer!
SAILOR 8:
Take the wrench.
Need any more men
in aft torpedo room?
I'll ask the lieutenant.
This damn thing!
Here, hold my light!
Father, forgive my sins.
Hey! Stupid son of a pig!
Aah!
Goddamn idiot!
CHIEF:
Toolbox from the engine room!
Go back!
Hurry up!
Where is that damned wrench?
Bring another wrench!
SAILOR 9:
Hold the light.
Don't shear any bolts!
There's a leak
in the cooling system!
Tighten those intake seals!
Hurry up!
JOHANN:
Fuck, man, give me that!
SAILOR 10:
Hold it.
SAILOR 11: Here!
JOHANN: Good.
Higher! Still higher!
CAPTAIN:
Easy with him.
SAILOR 12:
Hurry! Hurry! Get on with it.
We're taking water very fast.
The two hull valves burst.
The mast's only water
system blocked.
And on top of that,
compressors are dislodged.
Shaft stomping box
has begun to leak, sir.
Damn it.
What about fuel leaks?
Any tanks been punctured?
Can't tell as yet.
What else, Chief?
The battery cells,
many of them are cracked.
How many, I don't know.
Look out for blowing gas, men.
[MEN COUGHING]
Look, it's red.
Acid in the bilge.
Someone get lime.
Quickly!
See how many cells
have cracked.
Battery straps over here.
Move it, you!
SAILOR 13:
Battery straps!
SAILOR 14:
Battery straps! Quick!
CHIEF:
Get that out of the way!
SAILOR 15:
Battery straps for the chief!
SAILOR 16:
The chief needs battery straps!
Make it quick!
CHIEF: Find
some battery straps, damn it!
JOHANN:
Plugs! Plugs and a hammer!
WERNER: Here! Here!
JOHANN: Thanks, Lieutenant.
SAILOR 17:
Watch out!
No! There must be a loop!
Yeah. I got it.
[COUGHING]
Twenty-four battery cells
cracked.
God almighty.
What a hell of a mess.
Let's hope these are enough.
[COUGHS]
He's got to bridge
all the live cells.
It's our only chance.
Without batteries,
we've had it.
[MEN SHOUTING]
The water is up
to the torpedo pipe.
It's still rising.
[YELLING]
It's no good.
I can't see.
Lieutenant, more light!
We've got to close the leaks,
or it's all over for us.
To the right.
More to the right.
Down!
Wire. Get me wire
to bridge them.
Thick wire!
Get moving! Look for wire!
Did you hear me?
Wire, wire,
look for wire!
Wire, he needs wire.
Come on, look around!
What kind of wire?
Find some fucking
thick wire!
We have got plenty
of fancy torpedoes, all right?
Each one is 25,000 marks.
But no damn wire.
All they forgot is 50 pennies'
worth of old wire.
Now what?
Captain, the draining
pump's jammed, sir.
Won't even extend manually.
That's great.
Captain!
Here.
SAILOR 18:
He's got some wire!
CAPTAIN:
Terrific. Better than nothing.
SAILOR 18:
He found some wire.
2ND:
Pliers!
JOHANN:
Captain.
All the leaks
have been stopped, sir.
Good, Johann.
That's good.
Now change
your wet things, man.
We must get rid of the water.
There just has to be a way.
Into the control room bilge...
and then outside.
Right, give it to me!
Come on. Move it.
HINRICH:
Careful, you jerk!
SAILOR 19:
Hoist the bucket.
SAILOR 20:
Get a move on, boys! Heave!
Heave! Heave!
Heave!
Heave! Heave!
Step on it, Dufte,
you lazy fat ass.
How does it look now?
Almost finished.
Three cells to go, sir.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
Make some room
down there.
Careful.
ONE:
Captain.
All of our compasses
are out of action.
And we may have lost
sounding gear too.
And radio contact seems dead.
First-rate condition.
Can we get up again?
Do you think
we have a chance, sir?
Good question.
A bit of air must be still
in the ballast tanks
from the blowing.
It should help us.
If we use every ounce of
high-pressure air that's left...
We'll try.
The boat has to be light.
We've got to get the water out.
We must.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]
It must work.
It could be by aft.
It could work.
It could just work.
By hand into the trimming tanks,
then with ballast pump
and high-pressure air
we could force the water out.
The ballast pump?
We're fixing it.
Then we gamble on one card.
One blast and...
Won't be a second chance.
When?
When all repairs are completed.
In about eight hours, sir.
CO-2 content?
1.8 percent.
Will the oxygen last?
No.
Emergency issue
for all men that are working.
Crew off watch, turn in.
Aye, aye, sir.
ONE:
Issue emergency cartridges.
All hands off
watch to their bunks.
[♪♪♪]
Will he pull through?
Difficult to say
just yet, sir.
[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]
Everything okay?
We're getting it
under control, sir.
Ario?
Don't worry, Captain,
we'll soon be running.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
How's it going?
Two bearings which have
to be changed and fixed.
[TICKING]
[♪♪♪]
Chief.
Do you want some glucose?
They were crazy...
ordering us
through the strait.
It was bound
to go wrong.
He knew it.
The old man,
he knew it.
From the moment that radio
signal had come through,
he realized the risk.
That's the reason
he ordered us ashore
at Vigo.
He knew there was
very little hope.
He tried to fool us.
"Quite simple," he said.
"An easy trick."
Dive and drift
with the current, and...
Quite a clever trick.
But it has to work.
Will we ever
get out of this?
I really don't know.
[GASPS]
I'm sorry.
You think it's hopeless now?
It's been 15 hours.
He'll never do it.
I'm sorry.
I wanted it.
To be fearless
and proud and alone.
They told us it would be
the test of our manhood...
to need no one,
just sacrifice.
All for the Fatherland.
Oh, God,
just empty words.
I just want someone
to be with.
And that's the reality now.
Situation report, sir.
Motors in order.
The ballast pump clear.
Accumulated water can now
be pumped into trimming tanks...
then blown outward
with high-pressure air.
Compasses in order.
Echo sounder clear.
Good, Chief.
Good, good.
Go and take a rest now.
Just a few small
problems left, sir.
You have to have good men.
Good men, all of them.
[LABORED BREATHING]
CAPTAIN:
All right, now listen, men.
We're going to blow out
the water...
and see if we can get
our rear end out of the sand.
If we make it to the surface,
it could still get
pretty rough.
Traffic's heavy up there.
There's only one thing left.
Then we pray
the engines start...
so we can get out
of this mess.
Get out of the funnel...
and head straight home.
If we make it,
it's half a bottle of beer
for each.
[ALL CHUCKLE]
There's one thing
on our side.
They won't be
expecting us.
Well, men...
All set?
ALL: Aye, aye, sir.
Surface contacts?
Nothing new, Captain.
Get ready to surface.
Stand by escape gear.
Switch onto red light.
CAPTAIN: Battle stations.
CHIEF: Battle stations.
Let her blow.
Blow hold tanks.
[WHIRRING]
[RUMBLING]
[HULL CREAKING]
She's rising!
[ALL CHEER]
Easy, men, easy.
Bow planes down 20.
Stern down 15.
[♪♪♪]
CHIEF:
270 meters!
First watch, stand by.
260 meters.
250 meters.
240 meters.
230 meters.
220.
[♪♪♪]
The hatch is open.
[MEN COUGHING]
[ALL GASPING FOR AIR]
Start up engines?
CAPTAIN:
Both main engines.
Well, this is it, boys.
Yeah.
[STEAM HISSING]
[MACHINERY WHIRS]
They're going.
Yes, Chief,
they're going!
Never heard such sweet music
in all my life!
[CACKLES]
They're running!
Yes!
Listen to those engines!
[♪♪♪]
They won't catch us this time!
Not this time!
Just you keep on going
and get us back!
That's an order!
Right full rudder!
Come to 3-2-0!
Gee, that's good!
They haven't spotted us!
They're all snoring
in their bunks!
Or you know what?
They're drinking in the bar,
celebrating our sinking!
Not yet, my friends!
Not yet!
CREW:
♪ It's a long way to Tipperary ♪
♪ It's a long way to go ♪
♪ It's a long way
To Tipperary ♪
♪ To the sweetest girl
I know ♪
♪ It's a long way
To Tipperary ♪
[SINGING INDISTINCTLY]
♪ It's a long
Long way to Tipperary ♪
♪ But my heart's right there ♪♪
[ALL LAUGHING AND CHATTERING]
Drink up, boys!
Here's to home!
ALL:
Here's to home!
[ENGINES CHURNING]
[WOMAN SINGING IN FRENCH
OVER RADIO]
Let's pray the engines
hold out.
With a bit of luck,
Hinrich...
we'll make it back home.
[FANFARE PLAYING]
[CROWD CHEERING]
The 3rd Submarine Flotilla
welcomes its comrades!
[CROWD CHEERS]
Both engines stop.
Stern line out!
CHIEF:
Watch the cables!
[MAN SHOUTING]
Thank you, Hinrich.
It's okay.
The sun is shining
out there.
Up with him!
Watch out.
Are you okay?
We're almost there.
[AIR-RAID SIREN WAILS]
MAN:
Incoming!
[CROWD SCREAMING]
[MAN SCREAMING]
[BOMBS WHISTLING]
[SCREAMING]
[EXPLOSIONS]
CHIEF:
Get under cover!
[SCREAMS]
MAN [OVER P.A.]:
Gun crew number 3.
Man your positions at once.
[MEN SCREAMING]
[SCREAMING IN PAIN]
Hurry up! Bring a medic!
Over here!
[GROANS]
[EXPLOSIONS]
[SCREAMING]
[♪♪♪]