U?“
[SINGING]
[MEN SINGING]
Captain.
Merkel's guys. They ship out tomorrow too.
[GROUP SINGING]
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.
OFFICER: What's going on here?
Good luck!
[MEN LAUGHING]
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.
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
Where's Thomsen?
Doesn't he want to celebrate his medal?
Any news from your Cologne?
No personal calls allowed till after 10 p.m.
Two beers.
[MAN SPEAKING IN GERMAN]
[CLICKS HEELS]
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!
[ALL CHANTING]
[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]
That's Thomsen for you.
One of the old guard.
Always drunk now.
My respects, Thomsen!
Quiet in this whorehouse!
[MIC FEEDBACKS]
A toast to our wonderful,
abstaining,
womanless 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,
[ALL LAUGHING]
Where to go stick
his cigars!
[CHEERS AND LAUGHTER]
[CROWD SINGING OUTSIDE]
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 FUhrer in their eyes.
They'll calm down soon enough.
[BAND PLAYING]
MAN: You're a pig's ass!
[SHOUTING]
[GUNSHOT]
Fight! Win! Or Die!
Come on, Phillip, get up!
Help me here!
I wanted to
really
screw my brains out--
[IN ENGLISH] I am not in the condition to fuck.
It's all right.
[SPEAKS IN GERMAN]
[CREAKING AND RATTLING]
That's Thomsen's boat.
Equipment checks okay?
The starboard propeller had a bent blade.
Uh-huh.
That's what caused whining on silent runs.
We have a brand-new propeller now, captain.
Our boat.
MAN: Crew at attention!
U?“
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?
[ALL RESPOND IN GERMAN]
Man your stations.
Nice speech, or not?
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]
U?“
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]
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!
[ALL LAUGH]
Thank you, gentlemen. Follow me.
This is our shit house. Uh-huh.
One hole for fifty men. Oh.
The other's full of provisions.
More space for food than for shit. Some logic.
RAUGHS]
Chief petty officer's. Uh-huh.
My home, so to speak.
Here's the officers' mess.
Don't stow stuff that way!
[WOMAN SINGING OVER RADIO]
It's nice in here.
Where are you?
Sorry, coming. May I?
MAN 1 : Careful!
BOSUN: Here's the radio room. Over here, the control room.
Just what we need.
The control room.
The boat's command center.
[MAN 2 SPEAKS IN GERMAN]
This leads to quarters.
Gotta move this stuff.
MAN 3: 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?
[LAUGHING]
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.
[LAUGHING]
Or when Frenssen farts.
Come along.
Corning through!
This is the galley.
And this is Johann, the ghost.
Who?
BOSUN: Hey, Johann, everything greased up?
U?“
It was about time to sail again.
Attention.
Zero.
36 degrees, 20.5 minutes.
CAPTAIN: 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.
[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING OVER RADIO]
MAN 1: Watch out. Eggs.
Man on bridge? MAN 2: Yes.
Alarm!
[ALARM BLARING]
[PEOPLE YELLING]
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!
CHIEF: Blow main dive tank.
Stern to 10.
April Fools.
Exercise is good for you.
Can't let no moss grow.
Practice drill.
[LAUGHING]
Steady as she goes.
Bow up 15. Stern up 10.
Both up.
[SIGHS]
Boat trimmed. Close main vents.
[WATER BUBBLING]
MAN: Vents closed.
Deeper, chief.
Let's see if these valves are tight.
Bow down 15, stern up 10.
2ND: The shipyard rates it to 9O meters.
But we can go deeper.
[CREAKING]
Of course, there's a limit.
We can only take so much pressure,
before the boat's crushed.
CAPTAIN: Secure upper hatches.
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]
[CREAKING]
[CHATTERING]
It's water pressure. Yes, of course.
[LOUD CREAKING]
Deeper.
140 meters.
[CREAKING]
It's gotta take it.
150.
[CREAKING CONTINUES]
160 meters.
[LOUD CREAKING]
That's all today.
Surface.
Bow up 10. Stern up 5.
[GRUNTS]
Your girl?
Mm.
French?
Mm.
[MAN SNORING]
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.
[MEN SPEAKING OVER RADIO]
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.
Hmm?
[UTENSILS CLANG]
That "Tipperary" song, if you please!
[ALL LAUGHING]
["IT'S A LONG VVAY TO TIPPERARY" PLAYING OVER PA]
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]
Hey, now we're the Royal Navy.
[snwenue ALONG]
This record won't hurt
your ideological edifice.
This could work.
[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]
A new course?
Wait and see.
May I see the radiogram?
"Convoy reported, coordinates AK 2246,
general course about 6O 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.
[MEN CHATTERING]
And another.
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]
A bit to the left. Maybe a profile shot.
Another pose, a little to the--
Who did that?
U?“
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.
[MEN LAUGHING]
Give that hussy some puffy!
Number One.
Lieutenant?
Where's the medic?
In the bow.
This can't be true!
Watch fuel flow!
MAN: Okay.
U?“
[IN ENGLISH] Watch out!
[IN GERMAN] Tough times, huh? What's up?
U-32, Berthold's boat,
discovered a convoy. We'll be there in 10 hours.
U?“
That burns some fuel, huh?
Asshole.
U?“
Damn this weather!
What's it look like?
Just a moment.
Enemy's position here, if they haven't zig-zagged.
MAN: Vessel! Starboard ahead!
Forty degrees, over that way!
See it.
That's no freighter.
That's a damn destroyer.
Approaching.
Get below.
Flood tanks!
[CLATTERING]
Periscope depth.
[MAN RESPONDING IN GERMAN]
U?“
CAPTAIN: Stand by battle stations.
[MAN SPEAKING IN GERMAN]
Flood tubes 1 to 4.
[CHATTERING]
He wants to attack the destroyer. That's madness in this weather.
Watch our depth!
Bow up 2.
Stern down 2.
[AIR HISSING SOFTLY]
Gently.
Bow average,
13.5 meters.
Open torpedo hatches.
CAPTAIN: Damn.
[CAPTAIN SPEAKS IN GERMAN]
U?“
Close hatches! Dive fast!
Depth charges!
[ALL SCREAMING]
MAN 1: Quick, get fuses!
CAPTAIN: Check outboard valves.
MAN 3: Control room secured.
MAN 4: All clear forward.
MAN 5: No serious damages.
They actually spotted our periscope.
Hard to believe in this heavy sea.
[SCREAMING]
[LAUGHING]
[SCREAMING]
Watch your sector.
What?
Pull yourself together!
Have you gone crazy?
[CHATTERING]
Have you heard?
Dufte is engaged.
[ALL LAUGH]
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!
MAN: I can't believe it.
You screw this bag?
Watch out!
Man overboard!
[GRUNTING]
[YELLING]
[ALL YELLING]
Move! Hold onto him!
Put him on the chart box!
MAN: Get the medic case!
Damn it!
The medic case, damn it!
CAPTAIN: Prepare to dive!
ONE: "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.
U?“
Your wife?
[YELLING]
Over there, ahead!
Captain, U-boat, port ahead!
German boat, German U-boat!
Bearing 350 degrees. Almost straight ahead!
[YELLS]
God, you're right!
All engines stop. Get that signal lamp up!
[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]
That's Thomsen!
[ALL CHEERING]
CAPTAIN: All back half.
[MAN SPEAKING IN GERMAN]
Happy hunting, you old sea dog!
[ALL LAUGHING]
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.
[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]
Play that record.
You know which one.
[UPBEAT TUNE PLAYING]
[WOMAN SINGING OVER SPEAKER]
What's going on?
Convoy.
Man on bridge? MAN: Affirmative.
Convoy putting to sea. Five columns.
Real big show.
You see any escort?
Destroyers?
KRIECHBAUM: Nope, nothing.
No security. Nothing.
Strange.
Are they chasing one of ours on the other side?
Ah.
Damn moonlight.
How many of ours are here? KRIECHBAUM: Five.
Shall we risk it?
I think so, captain.
Port to 180 degrees.
ONE: 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.
ONE: Flood tubes 1 to 4.
I'll take the helm.
ONE: Target optics to bridge.
All ahead full, port to 107 degrees.
Commencing attack!
Watch the oil pressure!
U?“
Bow right, position 50.
MAN: Check.
CAPTAIN: 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.
MAN: Sights adjusted.
CAPTAIN: Keep tracking target.
Target acquisition.
Tubes 1 and 2,
fire at will.
Tube 1, fire!
Tube 2.
[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]
CHIEF: Tube 3, stand by.
[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]
Fire!
[MAN SPEAKING IN GERMAN]
CHIEF: Tube 4 ready.
Fire!
Destroyer dead ahead!
They're firing!
Alarm!
[ALARM BLARING]
[CREW YELLING]
Got that one.
Yeah, boys, we got one!
[ALL CHEERING]
[EXPLOSION]
Number three.
[PROLONGED CREAKING]
Two going down.
[PROLONGED CREAKING]
Their bulkheads are breaking. They're drowning.
U?“
[SCREAMING]
[EXPLOSION]
CHIEF: All ahead full!
Dump 150 liters!
[MEN YELLING]
[EXPLOSION]
[SONAR PINGING]
Asdic.
Ultrasonic detection system.
Pigs. Rotten pigs.
[MEN WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY]
Shh. Quiet. Keep quiet.
[WHISPERING]
[SONAR PINGING]
[PINGING CONTINUES]
Silent run.
Fifty r.p.m. Shut off ventilators.
Port 15.
[SONAR PINGING RAPIDLY]
[EXPLOSION, THEN YELLING]
CAPTAIN: All ahead full!
[EXPLOSION]
Shut it off!
[YELLING]
Shut down auxiliary control panel!
[SPEAKING GERMAN]
[MEN COUGHING]
CAPTAIN: Connect ventilation cartridges.
CHIEF: Start ventilators, connect cartridges.
[MEN COUGHING]
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.
[WHISPERING] What's the bearing?
[WHISPERING] Steady at 65 degrees.
Deeper. Silent run.
Still deeper. Three degrees starboard.
Let's throw them
for another little loop.
U?“
[CREAKING]
Contact bearing 270 degrees.
Fading.
[CREAKING]
Shit.
Second propeller sounds, 76 degrees. Closing fast.
Reinforcements.
Those bastards.
[SONAR PINGING]
Deeper.
Deeper still.
Bow down 10.
Stern up 7.
U?“
CHIEF: 190 meters.
200 meters.
[CREAKING]
210 meters.
[CREAKING AND PINGING CONTINUE]
220 meters.
230 meters.
[CREAKING AND RATTLING]
[YELLING]
The bolts! They're bursting!
Keep the boat from dropping! Up 10 meters!
All ahead one-half!
[BOLTS BURSTING]
Quiet, men, quiet.
[BOLTS BURSTING]
[SONAR PINGING]
[YELLING]
Go to 150 meters! All ahead full!
[CREW YELLING]
Port 20!
Steer 50 degrees!
Pretty good shooting, mister.
[EXPLOSIONS]
[YELLING]
[MEN COUGHING AND GROANING]
[SCREAMING]
Quiet, damn it!
I want proper damage reports!
[YELLING]
Permission to check diesel?
Take over the helm!
[SPEAKS IN GERMAN]
Gaskets! Half-inch, hurry!
Where are you?
I need those gaskets!
[GRUNTING]
The more they throw, the sooner they run out.
[EXPLOSION]
[WHIMPERS]
[MAN COUGHING]
Leakage above exhaust vent repaired.
150 meters, all ahead full.
[MAN WHIMPERING]
CAPTAIN: What's the matter?
Return to your battle station.
At once!
Pull yourself together!
Back!
[WHIMPERING]
Go back, Johann.
[sesame]
[SHOUTS]
[SCREAMING]
Take him aft, quickly!
He's gone, captain.
Forget the headset. We can hear it anyway.
[PROPELLER NOISES]
Come on, let's go.
[EXPLOSIONS AND YELLING]
[EXPLOSIONS]
[MEN YELLING INDISTINCTLY]
MAN: Boat dropping!
190 meters!
[EXPLOSIONS]
[EXPLOSIONS AND YELLING CONTINUE]
MAN 1: 220 meters!
MAN 2: We're drowning!
[MEN YELLING INDISTINCTLY]
CAPTAIN: 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.
[MAN SPEAKING IN GERMAN]
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.
[CREW SPEAKING]
CAPTAIN: Enemy movement nil.
Range: 650 meters.
Depth 4, torpedo speed 30.
Target point, directly before aft mast.
Tube 1 ready.
[CREW REPEATING ORDERS]
Fire!
2ND: Men still on board!
[YELLS]
[MEN SCREAMING]
Why weren't they rescued?
Damn it!
After all these hours!
[MEN SCREAMING]
MAN [IN ENGLISH]: Help me! Help me!
[EXPLOSIONS]
They're swimming for us.
MAN [IN ENGLISH]: Help me!
All back one-half!
[MAN SPEAKING IN GERMAN]
U?“
[MEN SCREAMING]
[sesame]
U?“
[JOHANN SPEAKS IN GERMAN]
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.
[SNIFFLES]
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.
U?“
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.
CAPTAIN [OVER PA]: 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!
[YELLS]
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?
Mm-hm.
U?“
I'm going ashore at Vigo
with the chief.
Captain's orders.
Want me to take your letters?
Hm?
[SPEAKS IN GERMAN]
But it's a big pile.
Well, it's a big love, right?
U?“
Equalize pressure.
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]
MAN: 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.
U?“
Gentlemen.
We welcome our heroic German U-boat crew.
[CHANTING IN GERMAN]
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.
BOTH: A warm welcome.
Nice tugboat you've got here.
[ALL CHATTERING]
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.
[SIGHS]
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.
Hmm? 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 Film--
[CLEARS THROAT]
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.
[CHATTERING]
Never had one before.
[SPEAKS IN GERMAN]
Shh. Quiet, gentlemen.
They almost had us this time.
Herr Seewald, we've been expecting you.
[SPEAKS IN GERMAN]
The delegate of the naval attache.
[SPEAKS IN GERMAN]
I have messages from headquarters.
But first, your orders for Gibraltar.
[SPEAKS IN GERMAN]
And this radiogram.
Chief, Lieutenant Werner.
We're taking a stroll.
What's going on?
Bad news.
[SIGHS]
Request was denied by headquarters.
You've got to stay on board. You too, lieutenant.
Mm-hm.
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.
[MEN CHATTERING]
That's a Christmas tree?
It ain't camouflage for the bridge.
U?“
We're staying on board.
Orders from headquarters.
Sorry, Ullman. Mm.
U?“
CAPTAIN: 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.
U?“
Let's go.
All ahead one-half.
Navigator and I stay, everyone else clear the bridge.
U?“
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]
CAPTAIN: Half the English fleet is here.
Two degrees to port. Switch to electric motor.
[MAN SPEAKING IN GERMAN]
[TICKING]
KRIECHBAUM: Destroyer across port.
Range: 800, running parallel.
What's he doing?
Closing in?
KRIECHBAUM: No, moving ahead.
CAPTAIN: Very good.
[MAN SPEAKING IN GERMAN]
MAN: Left full rudder.
All ahead full.
CAPTAIN: All right, then.
[HUMMING]
U?“
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]
Right full rudder! All ahead full.
[MAN SPEAKING IN GERMAN]
CAPTAIN: Damn!
[SIGHS]
Kriechbaum.
CAPTAIN: Gibraltar.
Alarm!
Flood tanks!
[ALARM BLARING]
MAN 1: Watch out, don't dive!
MAN 2: Captain's still on bridge! MAN 3: Kriechbaum's wounded!
Both diesels ahead full!
Blow all tanks!
Prepare to abandon ship!
MAN 4: Medic to officers' mess immediately!
[GROANING]
Where's the medic?
Maximum power! Right full rudder!
[CREW YELLING]
MAN 5: All men into rescue gear!
MAN 6: Prepare to abandon!
Hold this!
Faster, faster!
[GROANING AND GASPING]
Get a compress!
[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]
Gotta shut down port diesel. It's pulled loose.
CAPTAIN: Keep full speed!
Give it everything she's got!
What's he going to do?
Southern course,
moving toward the African coast.
Damn.
[YELLING]
Flood tanks!
All men to bow!
Down to 9O meters.
[ALARM BLARING]
Bow plane jammed! Use manual rudder!
[GROANING]
Bow plane stuck in full down position!
Both engines stop.
All men aft!
[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]
Hurry! Faster!
Trim all to stern!
Ballast pump down!
Trim with air!
Still sinking.
Load unchanged.
Gotta lose weight!
Pump 1000 liters!
[SCREAMING]
Shut him up, medic!
Main pump down!
Blow tanks?
All back full!
[REPEATS ORDER]
CHIEF: Boat not responding.
Blow tanks. Blow tanks!
Blow front.
[AIR HISSING]
Stop now.
[AIR HISSING]
Why don't you stop!
Give it whatever she's got, chief!
Blow them all!
Come on up.
[SPEAKS IN GERMAN THEN GRUNTS]
[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]
Boat is beyond control.
200.
210.
220 meters.
[BOLTS BURSTING]
CHIEF: Beyond 230.
240 meters.
[BOLTS BURSTING]
CHIEF: 250 meters.
[BOLTS BURSTING]
My God.
Do not turn
Thy face away from me.
[ALL SCREAMING]
[MAN SOBBING]
[CRASHING]
U?“
A shovelful of sand.
God threw a shovelful of sand beneath our keel.
280 meters.
This boat's amazing.
[SPEAKS IN GERMAN]
[SPEAKS GERMAN]
[MEN SCREAMING]
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!
[WATER SPRAYING]
Motor control panels down!
Diesel's all busted!
I demand proper reports!
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]
[GRUNTING]
Where's it worst?
Shaft valves and housing.
Machinist, battery two,
determine damages.
Don't strip the crankshafts.
MAN: 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!
Can I help? Damn it.
Hold the light!
Father, don't forsake us.
Stupid asshole!
Aah! Damn idiot.
MAN 1: I need the diesel room toolbox.
Hurry!
Where are the tools?
Bigger wrench!
MAN 2: Leakage in diesel bilge!
[CREW YELLING]
MAN 3: Tighten them carefully. Don't break the bolts.
Cooling pipe leaking!
Get down there and tighten those valves!
More plugs. Hurry!
CAPTAIN: Gently, men.
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]
Taking water fast in stern.
All hull valves burst. Cooling system down.
Compressors dislodged. Shaft valves taking water.
[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]
What about fuel leaks?
Can't tell yet.
Anything else? Battery cells are cracked.
They can't take this.
[MAN SPEAKING IN GERMAN]
[MEN COUGHING]
Acid in the bilge.
Neutralize with lime wash. Count drained cells.
Get battery connectors, hurry!
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]
MAN 1: There. The valve underneath the lock.
MAN 2: I need plugs and a hammer!
MAN 3: Here it is. MAN 2: Thanks.
Careful.
[COUGHING]
Twenty-four cells drained.
Twenty-four cells. Holy shit.
[COUGHING]
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 50 pennies.
[SPEAKING IN GERMAN]
Periscope hydraulics jammed.
Can't be moved manually, either.
[MAN SPEAKING IN GERMAN]
Wire.
Finally, something.
Pliers!
Leaks stopped.
[SNIFFS]
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,
[SNIFFS]
And then out.
MAN 1: Faster. Let's get rid of it.
MAN 2: And scoop. And scoop.
Get with it. No falling asleep back there.
Three more cells starboard.
Where do we stand?
Almost done. Three cells to go.
Make way for the chief.
[SPEAKS GERMAN]
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 pump,
and air pressure, the water's pushed out.
Main 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.
[SPEAKS IN GERMAN]
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]
U?“
[ALL BREATHING HEAVILY]
How's he doing?
Hard to tell.
All right here?
Okay. Doing fine.
[SCRAPING SOUNDS]
[CAPTAIN SPEAKS IN GERMAN]
Sure, captain. It'll work out.
How's it going?
Got to change two more bearings.
U?“
[CREAKING]
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.
[GAS PS]
U?“
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.
[WERNER CRYING]
Reporting to the captain.
Electric motor fixed.
Main pump fixed.
Water can be pumped into tanks,
then blown out with compressed air.
Compass ready.
Sonar ready.
Good, chief.
[SPEAKS IN GERMAN]
Take a rest now.
Still got a few small problems.
All you need is good people.
Good people.
CAPTAIN: 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.
[ALL CHUCKLING]
We just might get lucky.
They're not expecting us.
Well, men,
are we ready?
[CREW RESPONDS IN GERMAN]
Contact bearings?
No contact.
Prepare to surface, rescue gear ready.
Switch to red lights.
Man your diving stations.
Blow tanks.
[REPEATS ORDER]
[AIR HISSING]
[THUDDING]
[RUMBLING]
[CREAKING]
Boat rising!
[ALL CHEERING]
Quiet men! Calm down!
U?“
CHIEF: 270 meters.
First watch, get ready.
260 meters.
250 meters.
240 meters.
[SOBS]
230 meters.
220.
Hatch is open.
[MEN COUGHING]
[ALL BREATHING DEEPLY]
How about the engines?
CAPTAIN: Both diesels.
Now everything hinges on this.
[SPEAKS IN GERMAN]
[RATTLING]
[AIR HISSING]
[ENGINES STARTING]
I think
it's running!
Who says you can't make something out of nothing?
RAUGHS]
[SCREAMS]
[SPEAKS IN GERMAN]
[CHATTERING]
U?“
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!
[IN ENGLISH] Not yet, Kameraden! Not yet!
["IT'S A LONG WAY TO TIPPERARY" PLAYS OVER PA]
[snwenue ALONG]
[CHATTERING]
Cheers, guys! Here's to getting home!
[ENGINES RUNNING NOISILY]
[WOMAN SINGING OVER RADIO]
As long as the diesels hold up,
and with a little bit of luck,
we'll make it home.
[BAND PLAYING]
ANNOUNCER [OVER PA]: The 3rd Submarine Flotilla welcomes our returning sailors.
[CROWD CHANTING]
All engines stop.
Let go aft line.
Thanks, Hinrich. Don't mention it.
The sun's shining.
Lift it!
MAN: All right? Almost there.
[AIR-RAID SIREN WAILING]
[MAN YELLING]
[CROWD SCREAMING]
[PEOPLE SCREAMING]
[BOTH SCREAM]
[SCREAMING CONTINUES]
[BOTH YELLING]
[SCREAMING]
U?“