Our bosun`s mate.
He`s soaked to the gills.
The road`s closed.
Who are those pigs?
The road`s clear. Coming through !
That`s their fireboat drill.
They`re all boys off our boat.
Captain.
Merkel`s guys. They ship out tomorrow, too.
Okay, sailors! Let`s go set that cathouse on fire!
Just don`t miss your mark!
Stuff some season`s greetings in there!
Scared fuckers.
They need sex like the infantry needs alcohol.
What`s going on here?
Good luck!
Captain!
My 2nd Officer.
This is Lieutenant Werner, Naval War Correspondent.
He`ll ship out with us.
He`ll report anything of interest.
Welcome aboard, Lieutenant.
Good evening.
This way, Lieutenant.
U-boat crews need relaxation.
Good evening.
Two beers.
Yes, Captain.
Where`s Thomsen?
Doesn`t he want to celebrate his medal?
Any news from your wife?
No personal calls allowed till after 10 PM.
Two beers.
Reporting back from U-96.
Munitions and provisions aboard, ready to put to sea.
Thanks, 1st.
Something else, Captain.
On my way here...
...some of the crew harassed me.
They actually--
An incredible incident--
They--
They pissed on you.
Yes.
Me, too.
Just a minute!
Attention, please!
Let`s give our newly-decorated officer...
...Captain Thomsen...
...three cheers!
That`s Thomsen for you.
One of the old guard.
Always drunk now!
My respects, Thomsen!
Quiet in this whorehouse!
A toast to our wonderful...
...abstaining...
...womanless...Führer.
Who rose gloriously...
...from apprentice painter...
...to become the world`s greatest battle strategist.
What? lsn`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. l`ve got a call to make.
lt`s not like the old gang.
These are so green and eager.
Wet behind the ears.
Braggarts.
Cheeks together, balls in their hands...
...and belief in the Führer in their eyes.
They`ll calm down soon enough.
You`re a pig`s ass!
Fight! Win ! Or Die!
Come on, Phillip, get up!
Help me here!
l wanted to...
...really...
...screw my brains out--
lt`s all right.
I am not in the condition to fuck.
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!
Well, men...
Everything okay?
Yes, Captain!
We have a guest.
Lieutenant Werner.
Naval Correspondent.
He wants to look around...
...to watch respectable German heroes.
Act accordingly.
Man your stations.
Hail and victory and sink `em 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!
lt`s nice in here.
Where are you?
Sorry, coming. May l?
Careful!
Here`s the radio room... over here, the control room.
Just what we need.
The control room.
The boat`s command center.
This leads to quarters.
Gotta move this stuff.
Morning, Lieutenant.
Petty officers sleep here.
12 men.
Two men share most bunks, depending on their duties.
lf 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.
lt comes in handy when the diesel reeks.
Or when Frenssen farts.
Come along.
Coming through!
This is the galley.
And this is Johann, the ghost.
Hey, Johann, everything greased up?
Man on bridge?
Take photos of the crew returning...
...not putting out to sea.
Why?
They`ll have beards by then.
lt would shame the Brits to see mere boys give them hell.
Baby faces...
...who should still suck Mama`s breast.
l feel ancient around these kids.
Like l`m on some Children`s Crusade.
Permission to pass?
You`re from Mexico?
Yes, south of Mexico City.
Nice?
Yes, sir.
Great climate, due to the high altitude.
You came a long way.
As a German, it was a matter of course.
What did you do there?
l worked on my step-parents` plantation.
The boss`s son?
You could put it that way.
Sfand by, firsf watch and engine wafch.
Excuse me.
Permission to pass?
Reporting to bridge watch.
Rigid jawbones, our 1st Officer.
He`ll march anywhere.
A model of ideology.
He`s so tense, he could crack nuts with his ass.
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!
l`ll kick your asses till they bleed!
That`s an alarm, damn it!
This ain`t a cruise ship!
Blow main dive tank.
Stern to 10.
April Fools!
Exercise is good for you.
Can`t let no moss grow.
Practice drill!
Steady as she goes.
Bow up 15. Stern up 10.
Both up.
-Boat trimmed. -Close main vents.
Vents closed.
Deeper, Chief.
Let`s see if these valves are tight.
Bow down 15, stern up 10.
The shipyard rates it to 90 meters.
But we can go deeper.
Of course, there`s a limit.
We can only take so much pressure...
...before the boat`s crushed.
Secure upper hatches.
-lt`s water pressure. -Yes, of course.
Deeper.
140 meters.
lt`s gotta take it.
150.
160 meters.
That`s all today.
Surface.
Bow up 10. Stern up 5.
Your girl?
French?
You know that florist next to the Café A l`Ami Pierrot?
Where?
A I`Ami Pierrot.
Yeah, sure...
...the two salesgirls...
...Jeannette and... what`s her name--
Françoise.
We`re engaged.
Secretly, of course.
May l?
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 l do?
She definitely wants it.
You`ve got a problem.
Those guys in Berlin got nothing but insults for Churchill.
How`s it go again?
''Drunkard``...
...''Guzzler``...
...''Paralytic.``
He`s sending a lot of heat our way for a paralyzed drunk.
Nonetheless...
...we`ll force him to his knees.
That is my firm belief.
Listen, smart guy...
...he`s far from being on his knees.
Wonder how many ships get through?
Especially now, while we`re staring at the walls and waiting.
Where are our planes and scouts, Herr Göring?
The enemy`s got plenty.
Hot air, that`s all that comes out of that fat slob.
Braggarts, nothing but braggarts.
All of them.
Go on...
...take it down.
Notes...
...for your ''Heroes` Epic``...
...and the propaganda machine.
Where`s the music?
Our Hitler Youth leader here could play us a record.
That ''Tipperary`` song, if you please!
Hey, now we`re the Royal Navy!
This record won`t hurt...
...your ideological edifice.
Shut that bulkhead, you cockroach!
What an asshole.
We should`ve used him for ballast.
One day l`ll rip his ass up to his ears...
...till he can watch himself through his own asshole.
Morning.
This stinks.
lt`s sweaty socks and hair grease....
... Pilgrim`s special mix.
Tastes like shit, eh?
Those scrambled eggs...
...taste like baby poo-poo.
Wanna raise chickens on the boat?
-And ducks in the bilge. -Tiny ones!
We could feed `em... green boogers.
-You pig`s ass! -But why?
They`d love some.
Every morning...
...fat, fresh boogers.
''Personal hygiene``... four letters?
Bath.
Thanks.
''lnnermost affection``... four letters?
Love.
Exactly.
Not too intellectual around here.
Your radiogram, Captain.
Hold on.
This could work.
A new course?
Wait and see.
May l see the radiogram?
''Convoy reported, coordinates AK 22
...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?
Move it, you turtle!
Let`s hear your bones crack!
Pull `em out of the cozy Lady.
Pretty big johnnies, huh?
Move it, lazybones! The press!
Let me get that. Hold it. Very nice.
Greased up nice with Vaseline...
...and rammed back into the Lady.
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?
Who did that?!
Tell me...
...you got hairs in your nose?
Why?
Because l`ve got some in my ass.
We can tie `em together.
''Françoise, my love...
This is my 14th letter, but you`ve yet to see one.``
''20th day at sea.
FeeIing foggy and overfed. lt`s all so crazy.``
Alarm!
All ahead full!
Flood tanks!
l saw a shadow off starboard through the rain.
Take her down to 30 meters.
Stern up slowly, bow down 10.
Anything off starboard?
Propeller sounds.
110 degrees.
Way aft of us.
Contact getting fainter.
Fading fast.
We`ll stay under.
Steer 120 degrees.
That`s a fast, lone ship.
We`ve got no chance in the dark.
''Attention to personal hygiene and dress are not just appearances.
lt reflects an upright, clean interior...
...thus influencing the surroundings.
The true officer is unpretentious...
...in character and wardrobe...
...which was not always the case...
...when superiors were more lenient...
...because a German lieutenant always knew how to die.``
Comfy place, huh?
No mail, no phones.
A well-ventilated boat.
Attractive wood paneling.
Free home cooking.
We`re sittin` in clover.
Like horse droppings.
lt sits in clover, too.
lt doesn`t worry about anything...
...and it gets to let off steam.
U-boat special cocktail.
Envious?
Turn it off!
These latest radiograms...
''Dived avoiding aircraft.``
''Dived avoiding destroyer depth charges.``
Those Brits don`t make mistakes anymore.
Watch fuel flow!
Okay.
Let`s get to the diesel room!
Watch out!
-Tough times, huh? -What`s up?
U-32, Berthold`s boat...
...discovered a convoy. We`ll be there in 10 hours.
Lisfen up!
We`re in pursuit of a convoy fracked by U-32.
Expecf contacf af 1 800 hours.
l hope we blast off some eels.
lt`ll clear some space!
More than 30 freighters!
Berthold better not attack now.
Ought to stay close until the other boats arrive.
There is nothing more beautiful than a submarine...
...and a sailboat.
There are no better lines than those of a sailboat.
l sailed on a 3-masted schooner once.
Gorgeous ship.
lt had holds the size of a cathedral!
That burns some fuel, huh?
Asshole.
Shitty fog, damn it!
Watch out or else we`ll sail right by them.
Should have made contact by now.
Why`s there no signal from Berthold?
Why no word from headquarters?
Visibility nil, Captain. lt`s useless!
Prepare to take her down!
Get below!
Take her down to 30 meters.
Bow up 10.
Stern down 5.
Bow zero.
Stern zero.
What`s happening? Why are we diving?
Hydrophone check.
You hear more down here than you can see up there.
No contact, nothing?
Nothing at all?
Contact, bearing 60 degrees. Quite faint.
Depth charges.
They`re blasting someone.
What`s their exact bearing now?
45 degrees, moving right.
Moving away.
Surface!
Steer 330 degrees.
Entry for your log book.
Commenced operation despite weather.
Damn this weather!
What`s it look like?
Just a moment.
Enemy`s position here, if they haven`t zig-zagged.
Vessel! Starboard ahead!
40 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.
Move!
Go! Go! Faster!
Watch out, Chief!
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.
Enemy speed: 12.
Bow angle: 30.
Range: 6,000.
Depth: 2.
Torpedo speed: 40. Spread shots from tubes 1 and 3.
Angle: 3 degrees.
Tubes 1 to 4 ready to fire.
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.
Getting any louder?
The same. Ahead of us.
lt`s pulling further ahead. 295 degrees.
Left full rudder.
Rudder is left full.
Steer due north.
Deeper.
Bow down 15. Stern up 10.
Pump 200 litres forward.
All ahead one-third.
Now it all turns psychological, gentlemen.
Check torpedo tubes!
Stay calm, men.
That ain`t nothing yet.
Kill the lights.
Silent run.
Both engines 50 r.p.m.
Contact closing.
Ahead, 52 degrees.
Approaching fast.
Midships.
All full ahead. Right full rudder.
Heading straight for us!
Those aren`t amateurs up there. Deeper!
Bow down 20.
Stern up 5.
Destroyer approaching! Getting louder!
Deeper, quickly!
Don`t worry.
lt`s just creaking.
Deeper!
Stern up 15.
Tighten that flange!
Higher! To 150 meters!
Hurry! Bow up 20!
Come on, tighter!
Push already! Do it, do it!
Hull valves secured.
Both level.
Boat trimmed at 150 meters.
Getting closer.
New approach.
Come on, come on!
They`re above us.
Directly above us.
Contact fading to starboard.
Twenty-two.
Twenty-three.
Far away.
Fading aft.
Barely audible.
No more contact.
That`s the end of that.
Silent run.
Both engines, 50 r.p.m.
From my private collection.
Engine room damages?
A lot of smashed stuff.
-Can you fix it? -lt`s in the works.
Make sure it`s done right.
l`ve got a hunch we`re going to see action.
lt`s been almost an hour.
We got rid of them, Captain.
We`ll see.
Maybe they`re just lying in wait for us...
...until we feel safe enough to surface.
These guys aren`t stupid.
Continue silent run. We`ll surface at dark.
Then we`ll see.
She`s coming up fast.
Hydrophone check at 30 meters.
She`s at 30 meters.
Periscope depth.
Periscope clear.
Stern down 5.
Coming up.
Stern up 3.
Zero.
Surface.
Blow tanks.
What a cutie pie!
lf Mama could see you now!
Quiet in this whorehouse!
Bad news, guys.
What`s going on?
Soccer...Schalke.
We lost, 5-0.
No chance to make the semi-finals.
l can`t believe this shit!
Drop `em.
You pig!
Crabs.
A whole army of crabs.
They`ll eat little guys like you to the bone.
Give that hussy some puffy!
Permission to pass?
Ought to shave this pig, huh?
What`s that in your eyebrows?
Pardon?
You`d better see the medic.
You`ve got the crabs.
Are you joking?
Once they crawl up there, it`s really far gone.
Number One.
Lieutenant?
Where`s the medic?
ln the bow.
This can`t be true!
Watch your sector.
What?
Pull yourself together!
Have you gone crazy?
Have you heard?
Dufte is engaged.
Poor woman!
Asshole!
l thought he only jerks off!
Yeah, breed him with a chimp at the zoo!
Here are photos of his lady.
Give `em back!
I can`t believe it!
You screw this bag?
This boat can take it.
You should be in a storm on a schooner.
You don`t feel a thing down here.
Compass.
The boat`s heaving to starboard.
l can barely keep her on course.
Don`t worry about it.
We`re hardly moving.
We`re just burning fuel.
Prepare to dive.
Diving stations!
Flooding tanks.
All main vents clear.
No tales of victory, huh?
Just some position reports.
SOS calls from far-off boats.
lf 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.
Watch out!
Man overboard!
Hold on!
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.
lt`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.
l haven`t seen snow in years.
May l?
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.
God damn mess!
Only 12 boats in the Atlantic.
From Greenland to the Azores, a lousy dozen!
And here we are, almost ramming into each other!
60 meters. Boat is trimmed.
Something`s wrong here.
Our position`s correct?
More or less, Captain.
What`s that supposed to mean?
Not one sun shot in 2 weeks.
And we`ve drifted in this storm.
Hard to calculate.
That`s just great.
All of us ''more or less`` in position...
...and it`ll happen.
Two boats in one place... and gaping holes in the route!
The British can slide a whole fleet through.
Here in the middle of the sea, it`s always another story.
l hope you`re taking notes.
Maybe you can clue headquarters in.
Surely, you have better connections than me.
You think so, huh?
What`s going on?
Convoy.
-Man on bridge? -Affirmative.
Convoy putting to sea. 5 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?
l think so, Captain.
Port to 180 degrees.
New course...
...port to 180 degrees.
How`s it feel to you, Kriechbaum?
lt will work, Captain. For sure.
Tubes 1 to 4, prepare for surface firing.
Flood tubes 1 to 4.
l`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!
Bow up 10, stern up 5.
Quiet, damn it!
Down to 80 meters.
Slowly!
Bow down 15, stern up 10.
What`s with the torpedoes?
Wait and see.
The party is about to start.
Hundred ten.
Hundred twenty.
Shitty torpedoes. Tracking is off again.
The Old Man crazy, or what?
Just charges right in.
Like some speedboat attack.
They`ll rip our asses open now.
Got that one.
Yeah, boys, we got one!
Quiet now!
Time`s up for third torpedo.
Number three.
Two going down.
Their bulkheads are breaking. They`re drowning!
Here it comes...
...their revenge.
Destroyer bearing 44 degrees.
Any movement?
Moving left...
...fading.
Right full rudder. All ahead one-half.
Astern of us.
Way astern of us.
They`re spitting at the wrong spot.
We aren`t rid of them yet.
l guess they`re a bit upset.
Destroyer contact!
Contact bearing 270 and closing.
All ahead one-third.
Here they come.
All ahead full!
Dump 150 litres!
Asdic.
Ultrasonic detection system.
Pigs! Rotten pigs!
Damages?
Air shaft fractured.
Quiet. Keep quiet.
Silent run.
50 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.
New bearing?
50 degrees.
Growing louder.
Come on !
Still deeper! Three degrees starboard.
Let`s throw them...
...for another little loop.