All language subtitles for [English (United States)] USS Seaviper _ Full Action War Movie _ WW2 Submarines [DownSub.com]

[silence]

♪♪

[roaring engine of airplane]

[knobs and switches
being adjusted]

Johnnie, we're going
around one more time.

Something isn't right down
there. I need a better
look at that dock.

George,can you shoot the dock?
Stand by!

I need you to come right
about 10 degrees.

That's got it! That's got it...
[gunfire]
GodDAMN!

[buzzer sounds]

Lewis! We're hit!

Feels like number one!
I concur.

Feather one! Give me the
emergency check list!

Now, Johnnie! OKAY! Left
throttle closed!
Mid-level cutoff!

Hang on, we're going down!

MAY DAY! MAY DAY!
LITTLE LULU! LITTLE LULU!

[explosions]

GOD, HOLD ON!

MAYDAY! MAYDAY!
German! Japanese!

[military drum roll]
[engine of car driving by]

Admiral.

Captain, have a seat.

Sorry for the interruption.
How's Lora?

She's fne, siri.

Scotch?
No. No, I'm gonna pass.

How soon can you get
SEAVIPER underway?

Approximately 24 hours, sir.

Well, you have 12 hours.

♪♪

We received a May Day radio
message from a downed plane.

A Little LuLu. It's coordinates
were an island near Sumatra.

And part of the message was in
fragments, so we couldn't
totally make it out.

In these papers are a detailed
description of what we think was
going on in that island.

President Roosevelt has asked me
to send the best submarine and
Captain in the fleet.

Understood?

Yes, sir.

God speed.

[music stops]

[jungle sounds]
♪♪

[rumaging through foliage]

[gunshot]

SHANAY! SHANAY!

Uuuhhhh...
Uuugggh...Uuuhhhh!

SHANAY! SHANAY!

no, Uuuhhhh...
Uuugggh...Uuuhhhh!

Alright, don't move!
Quit movin' right now.

♪♪

Did you see it...

did you see the German U-boat?
It doesn't matter. It
doesn't matter.

Just try not to talk right now,
alright? Just be quiet, okay?

Oh mom. Mary......

Hey, listen to me,
you're gonna be alright, okay?

Hang in there. Stay with
me Johnnie. Shit.

Johnnie...Johnnie! JOHNNIE!

♪♪

[waves crashing]

That is too bad, Onions. Didn't
your mother ever warn you
not to gamble?

'Cause she sure didn't teach you
to respect the Lord.

[plays harmonica]

Shut your mouth, Cutter!

Your deal.

To you.

I'm in.

I don't want you guys
to feel alone.

Jesus. Gimme two.

I hold.

What, no cards?

No.

I raise you three.

Back to you.
Hey, Gimme your lighter.

I'll see you three.

I'll see your three,
and I'll raise you three.

[bottle caps land on table]

Okay. Fine. I'm out. I'll bet
you're sitting on a full house!

It's your decision, Chief.

Looks like I'm a...falling
short. How 'bout an IOU?

No books, no IOUs.

Don't you remember what we said
at the beginning, old man?

Unless you have
something to throw in.

Like maybe the watch you
stole from me.

Stole? Me? Ha!

So you want your watch back?

You know, your mug reads needy,
pretty boy.

Maybe I should just fold,
and call it a night.

You can't. And you won't.

Hey, Chief...let me
see the watch.

Hey, lookee here!
There's writing!

It says, "To Samuel Cutter.
From Robert E. Lee. 1864."

Hey, if this 1944, and a
god-damned hot September,

it's been..
Eighty years.

Really, is that a fact?

Jesus, Cutter, you know what?
You're an old man!

Say, Chief, how did you
get this watch?

He stole it.

Chief steals?
Now who's drunk!

I won it...in our
last card game.

Hey, can I see that?

Is it really THE Robert E. Lee
from the Civil War?

Ooh, wow, I feel like I'm
touching history.

General Lee gave it as a gift
to my grandfather.

They fought some
battles together.

Okay, Muley, give it here.

General Lee is one of my heroes.

My family moved back to North
Carolina after the War.

Yea, so did a lot of
carpetbaggers.

You calling my family
carpetbaggers?

It's alright, Muley.

So what's its gonna be, Chief?

Are you gonna fold like the
loser you are...

or you're gonna shock us all by
throwing the watch in the pile?

Chief, fold and keep the watch.
It's late.

[watch hits table]

What do you have, Cutter.
Let's see 'em.

You're so easy.

What do you have, Cutter!
Let's see 'em!

I want to see you squirm.
You're a loser,

you've been losing all night.
And you're about to lose again.

Let's see 'em!

Full house. Three
kings...two Jacks.

Tens. Four tens.

Ha! You lose!

That watch is a family heirloom!
That's my watch!

Not anymore! You lost.

And by the way, Cutter,

didn't your big daddy, the
Virginia Senator, warn
you not to gamble?

Didn't your father, the lowly
skyscraper welder,

warn you to stay away from
other men's wives?

Or is it son like father?

You son of a bitch!

Okay, that's enough.
Take it easy, Chief.

I know what you're implying, and
I don't like it! Game's over!

You know guys, it's about time I
have a gentleman's talk with
Captain Culpepper.

Officer to Officer. I'm sure
he'd like to know about the
Chief and Mrs. Culpepper

You threatening me?

It's my watch!

♪♪

LOOKOUTS BELOW!
CLEAR THE BRIDGE! DIVE! DIVE!

[horn blares]
Move in

I'm receiving a message sir.
Can't make it out.

To periscope depth!

Con, engine room securing mains.

Joe, we got us a convoy out
there,about 6,000 yards.
Up scope!

Muley, what's the target range?
Four thousand yards, sir.

Down scope! They don't know
we're here, guys.

Looks like we can have our pick.

Captain, we received a radio
message, but we
couldn't make it out.

The reason we are here is to
pick up a downed pilot who sent

a message with the coordinates
of Little LuLu.

Now, when we're done here,

we'll pick up this poor bastard
and find out what the hell is
goin' on that island. Up scope!

[low hum]

Confirm target range.

Three thousand yards.

Looks like we're gonna crash us
a party, fellas! We got us a
tanker about 10,000 tons.

A small cargo ship.
Maybe ammunition, maybe hell...

and two Jap destroyers taking
their girleys home! Down scope!

Joe, what do you think?

I say, we take the tanker first,
then the cargo, then we
run like hell! You read my mind.

Up scope!

Flood tubes 1, 2, 3, and 4,
and open outer doors.

Flood tubes 1, 2, 3 and 4 and
open outer doors.

We'll go for the tanker first.
The angle on her bow is
starboard 35.

Range. Mark.
Down scope.

All ahead two-thirds.

Maneuvering, all
ahead two-thirds.

The cargo ship is directly
behind that tanker. Delay the
last fish on that same track.

We're closing the range
at 2,000 yards.

How close before we shoot?

Another couple hundred yards,
then we release the fish.

Up scope!

[scope moving]

They saw us!

♪♪

Range, 2,000 yards.

Sir, we got a destroyer
movin' in fast!

What's the course on an 80
degree starboard track?

Two, five, five!

Torpedo room! Stand by!

I'll give the final bearing.
Then we shoot. Ready on tubes 1,
2, 3, and 4

Ready on tubes 1, 2, 3, and 4!

Come left to course zero, five,
five.

Tubes 1, 2, 3, and 4 ready!

Tubes 1, 2, 3, and 4 ready!

Torpedo room, standby!

Final bearing, mark.

Bearing two, seven, zero.

Bearing two, seven, zero! Set!
Range! Mark!

Fifteen hundred yards. That
destroyer is almost on our back,
sir!

Fire one!

One away!
[torpedo released]

Fire two!
[torpedo released]

Two away!

That destroyer will be
knocking in two minutes!

Down scope!
♪♪

Hey, Chief, done any sailing?

Sir?

Have you done any sailing?

Well, me and my brother, Jack,
used to build little sailboats
when we were kids.

We used to sail them by the
lake in Central Park.

[watch ticking]

Well, when you and I get out of
this damn war, we'll have to
do some sailing.

We'll take my boat and sail
around Cape Cod and
Martha's Vineyard.

It sounds great, sir.

Fire three!
[torpedo releases]

Three away!

Fire four!

Four away!
[torpedo releases]

Sir! We have a visitor!

Take her deep to 250 feet!
RIG FOR DEPTH CHARGE!

RIG FOR DEPTH CHARGE! Take her
down to depth two, five, zero!

Rig for depth charge.

[low hum]

♪♪

Sir, I hear splashes!

Chief, what's the time on
the first fish?

Ten seconds.

One hundred fifty feet!

Five seconds.

One hundred seventy-five feet!

Brace for a stinger!

[explosion]

You got the tanker, sir!

[explosion]

Second torpedo hit, sir!

Second fish, sir!

[explosion]

BRACE! Here we go!
♪♪

Two hundred twenty-five feet!

Torpedo three a miss!

[explosions]

That was close!
Two hundred and fifty feet!

[breathing heavily]

Two out of four is not bad.

[explosion]

Another hit, sir!

Good shooting, sir.

Three out of four!
Not bad, guys, not bad at all!
[explosions]

[explosions]

Let's cut and run! Take her down
to two, seven, five!

Take her down to depth two,
seven, five!

Sir, I know this sounds crazy,
but...I think the
destroyer is leaving!

Muley says that destroyer
is pulling away.

I wonder why.
Pick up survivors?

Maybe there's something
else more important.

Horatio, speaking of survivors,
we have a downed
pilot to pick up.

Joe, set a course for little
Lulu's coordinates.

We'll pick up this pilot near
some small island.

When we get in close, we will
need rifles and side arms.

Chief, Gallaher, and I
will go ashore.

[waves]

[jungle sounds]

Hold your fire!
This could be our flyboy.

Aye, aye, sir.

Little LuLu?

Yeah, that's me.
Thank God, you guys got here.

Okay, lets get the
hell out of here.

No, we can't go yet.

Why? What do mean?

There are two POWs back in old
Jap shack in the jungle, along
with the Jap prisoner. I came here to the beach every
day to see if you guys
would ever get here.

We have to go back and get 'em.

Alright. Let's get these guys
and get out of here.

[thunder]
♪♪

[man groaning]
[jungle sounds]

♪♪
[man struggling]

♪♪
[lighter flicks shut]

You Limey bastard...
You stole my scags.

You were holding out on me,
Cowboy.

I was not... I found them on the
dead pilot... or what
was left of him.

This bloody tropics.
There were three. Any left?

No.

It's the last one.
Claiming a butt now, Cowboy?

You slept a long time.
I thought perhaps you died.

I'll try my Japanese again.

Maybe the Jap will say
something I know.

No, he won't.

He's dead.

Dead? What do you
mean he's dead?

He's dead. I wiped him out.
Dead!

Why?

'Cause he was moaning.
He wouldn't be quiet.

I bloody well couldn't
take it anymore!

You Limey bastard!
Lewis wanted him alive!

I fall asleep, you steal my
scags and smoke 'em, and
you kill the Nip!

You'd betray your own mother,
you bastard!

So what's next, Limey, huh?
You'll fix the radio
and not tell us?

I did us a favor, Cowboy.
I saved your bloody ass.

Lewis wanted him alive!

So what. I couldn't take it
anymore...his moans.

I didn't want to look
at him either!

I don't care about that
yellow-bellied bastard,

and I don't care about
this war anymore!

I made a choice, Cowboy, just
like the Japs did.

If you can't walk, then you die.
And he couldn't walk.

Besides, Lewis has been gone for
hours. Who knows if
he's coming back.

You Limeys' are all the same.
You're God damn
selfish to the end.

What about me?
I can't walk, do I die?

You'd leave me here?

You Americans are nothing more
than capitalists, gangsters,
and cowboys.

Cowboys and gangsters?

Well, there's a boat full of
these fellas here to
take you home.

We're going to the beach. We'll
take a raft back to the sub.

What happened to the Jap?

He's monkey meat.

Hey, Lewis, how did you hook
up with these guys?

I met them back along the beach,
their plane crashed a few days
after my C-47 went down.

Captain, the Jap's dead.

Any information?
Looks like a no.

Captain, three hours before
daybreak. We got to
submerge before sunrise.

We got to move fast.
There will be patrols.

Gallaher, pick through the Jap's
clothes and see if you can
find anything useful.

Lewis, tell me again what you
think you saw on the other
side of the island.

Captain, I know for
certain what I saw.

I was flying Photo Joe over the
area when I spotted them in
the harbor together.

Took her down for a closer look
and that's when they gave us a
plane full of flak!

We went down, and my
co-pilot didn't make it.

He was killed by that
Jap over there.

Captain, I need to get this
information back to
headquarters.

Captain, nothing on the Jap.

Photos of who together?

A Jap destroyer and a
German U-Boat.

A U-Boat? Here?

What the hell are the Germans
doing here in the South Pacific?

That axis ratzy bastard would
run out fuel before it got here!

I received a direct order from
President Roosevelt to move
Seaviper to these coordinates.

This is a classified mission,
Chief.

No one will believe the Germans
can do this unless this
information gets out.

Chief, take Gallaher and the
men back to the boat.

Lieutenant Lewis and I will
remain here to recon the island.

Captain, it would be better if I
stayed and you
returned to the boat.

This is risky, sir, and all due
respect, it is the Exec's first
tour on a submarine.

He's was a surface
vessel sailor, sir.

Chief, I want you and Gallaher
back on the boat.

Yes, sir.

Chief, could you leave
me your rifle?

Sure. Say, Lewis, maybe you know
my brother, Jack Keenan?

He's a Navy pilot, an air hawk.
He's been MIA for two years.

Sorry, Chief. Name's not
familiar. How about that rifle?

Yea, sure.

Listen carefully, Chief.

Yes, sir.

The ExO is a good man.
You can trust him. Brief him on what's going on
here. But don't let it get any
further than his ears.

It's officer Cutter who you need
to watch. His career
is an agenda.

Yes, sir.

Maintain current position
with radio silence.

Rendezvous is at 0300
tomorrow on the beach.

If I don't make the rendezvous,
get this information
to Com Sub Pac.

Do not, and I repeat, do not
attack the U Boat!

We will deal with that bastard
when I get back aboard.

This is a direct order.
Understood?

Loud and clear, sir!

Hey, Willie!

What?

Don't be a pain in the ass, and
grab me a cup of coffee!

You know what, you probably gave
your mama some real birth pains.

Whatch you want?

[splashing in ocean]

This is the Bridge! Raft sighted
100 yards off our
starboard side!

[climbing stairs]

♪♪
Sir, I got a destroyer at 4,000
yards. Bearing one, two, zero.

Con, Bridge. Radar is picking up
a destroyer at a range
of 4,000 yards.

Bearing one, two, zero.

Maintain current position! We're
bringing them aboard!
Prepare to dive!

Damn the ExO! The ExO is going
to get us all killed!

Shouldn't risk this whole damn
boat for a few men on a raft.

Captain is on that raft!

LOOKOUTS BELOW!

CLEAR THE BRIDGE!
DIVE! DIVE!

[horn sounds]
♪♪
[ladder climbing]

Welcome aboard, Chief!
Where's the Captain?

Reconnaissance.

Take her to periscope depth and
flood tubes one, two, and three!

To periscope depth. Forward
torpedo room flood tubes one,
two, and three.

Tubes one, two, and
three are flooded.

Chief, the angle of the bow is
port two five. Bearing. Mark.

One, one, two.

Down scope.

All ahead two-thirds.
Open outer doors.

She's really moving, sir.

What's the course for a 60
degree port track?

One, zero, five.

I'll give the final bearing,
then we'll shoot

Up scope.
Open outer doors.

Standby tubes one, two,
and three!

Stand by tubes one, two,
and three!

Final bearing. Mark.

One, zero, zero set.

Do we shoot?

Two thousand yards!

We have a solution on target,
sir. Do we shoot?

Fifteen hundred yards, sir!

Sir! We're going to lose her!

Down scope.

I hear her, sir.
She's right on top of us.They saw our scope! Joe,
you should've shot!

Now we have to run!

Take her down to depth three,
five, zero. RIG FOR
DEPTH CHARGE! The test depth for this boat
is 300 feet, sir.

[radar blipping]
[boat descending]

Two hundred and fifty feet!
♪♪

[underwater sounds]
♪♪

Charges dropped!

[explosions]

Three hundred feet!

[explosion]

Milchie! Bartimeo!
To the Con on the double!
♪♪

Chief, he's not responding.

He's unconscious.

He probably has a concussion. We
need to get him to his quarters.

Really? Looks like I'm
in command now!

[explosion]

Three hundred and
twenty-five feet!

Our pressure and damages are
building. Should we hold at 325,
sir?

Chief, take her to 350 feet.
Then level off.

Stop all engines. Maintain
silence. We'll wait.

Then I'll give that damn Jap
tubes one and two! My turn
to hit and run!

[engine silencing]
[heavy breathing]

[agonizing moan]

Hey, Doc...Doc...

ever been to Iwilei in Hawaii?

No. What's in iwilei?

Women, Doc! Women! Long, dark
hair...dark eyes.

And they smell like coconuts
and wild flower.

Let me tell you something
about these broads.

They know all the tricks. They
know how to know to take
care of a guy.

They'll even make you
forget this lousy war.

Even if it's only for a moment.

Hey, where's my harmonica?

It's a place full of
khaki-whackies and Dad here,
he's just plain Jane crazy.

Zip your lip, Onions. I swear to
God I will give you a beatin'

and shove your head so far up
your ass you'll smell your own
farts coming and going!

Jesus, I would love to be back
on Waikiki Beach right now.

At the old Royal Hawaiian.
Drinking bamboo juice and beer!

Man, nothing to do all day but
eat, sleep, swim, and
lay on the beach.

Man, just reading and re-reading
all of my love letters!

Oh, and not having to sleep on
my back so I don't fall out of

this damn rack is surely a
piece of heaven!

Hey, Grease! Did you catch that?

I rhymed! Just like your poetry!

A poet you're not.

C'mon, fellas, this isn't funny.
Anybody see my harmonica?

Muley, forget about that damned
thing! Okay? You can't
play it anyway.

Alright, where is it, Onions.
I know you have it.

No, but I can take a guess.

I'm sick and tired of your
guessing games, Onions.

Alright, you're a pain in the
ass! Why don't you just
tell me where it is!

Listen, I can tell you where it
was, and I can only guess where
it might have gone.

I swear, if Grease doesn't
kick your ass I will!

Keep it down girls.

Bartimeo, hey! Hey, Bartimeo!

That smell is worse than
Grease's porthole visit
to the crapper.

Shut up, Onions. Shut up!

Bartimeo, man you got to
move this guy!

I can't take the smell from
that jungle rot!

He's right, Bartimeo.
It's horrible.

It's even worse than his breath.

Why don't you take him to
the torpedo room.

No, way! Not forward!
Move him aft!

I can't move him. Okay?
He stays here.

Why don't you move him to
your quarters?

Will you girls quit whinin'
and just shut up?

Forget about it!
It's just a smell.

This boat
[yelling]
has got lots of smells.

And eventually you'll all gonna
get used to it. Just like
your own body odor.

Bartimeo, you got to
keep him quiet.
[radar blipping]

That tin can will pick us up in
one sweep of their sonar!

[yelling loudly]
Listen! Sssh! Shut up!
I can hear that tin can!

[radar continues to blip]
She's getting louder.
Brace for water cans to hit!

[explosion]

Just shut him up!
[radar blips getting louder]

Bartimeo, you gotta do something
for that hole in his leg.
[yells]

Leave him! Leave him.

Doc, what is this?
That's raw bone. Black skin.

[man crying]
You think it's gangrene?

I don't know. A tropical
infection would be my guess.

Listen! Listen! Hey, listen!

[radar bleeps loudly]

Here they come!

Brace.

[explosion]
[agonizing moan]

Bartimeo, you gotta
keep him quiet!

He's in a lot of pain.

And the leg?
Not good.

Yea, Grey doesn't
look good either.

Shell shock.

I CAN'T BREATHE!

I CAN'T BREATHE!

Easy.
I CAN'T BREATHE!

Easy, Grey,
easy...easy...ssshh...ssshh.
C'mon, c'mon...ssshh...ssshh...

I CAN'T BREATHE!

Ssshh, ssshh...it's
alright...it's alright. Ssshh,
ssshh... it's okay...it's okay.

Easy, it's okay. Easy,
it's okay.

C'mon, c'mon, it's alright.
Alright...easy...easy.

Are you okay?

No, I'm not okay.

I cannot stand another
string of bombs.

The pressure in my head,
it won't stop crushing.

Ssshh, easy. Look, I never
liked thunderstorms.

My brother Jack did. He used to
tease me all the time.

He really liked the lightning.

Anyway, listen, Fred,
you've got to hold on.

It'll pass.
[breathing heavily]

Say... I happen to have a
photo of Jack on me.

He's gone missing two years.

Maybe you've seen him?
[still breathing heavily]

[swallowing]

You have family somewhere?

England.

A brother in the war?

No.

A sister.

Your sister?

She was executed by
the German S.S.

for being a spy.

A spy?

She and her husband worked in
the French underground.

They got him too.

Are you sure about my brother?

Yes.

On the railroad were
mostly Brits.

Some Dutch, a few Aussies.

Don't recall any Yanks.

A flyboy?

Yes.

His plane, where?

New Guinea, 1942.

[heavy breathing]

Go try Betts.

Do you know him?

Are you sure?

♪♪
[jungle sounds]

Can you fix that damn radio?

Maybe.

A yes or no?

Yes.

Let's get back to the shack,
fix that radio.

♪♪
[low hum]

[towel ringing out in sink]

The depth charges have stopped.

It's moving away.

It'll be back.

My wife is having our
first child any day.

That's great, sir.

It's an important event for my
family, and I won't be there.

My mother and my father,

they love America.

They escaped Russia because they
heard that in America you
could have your dream.

Their dream was to be free.

They understand why I'm here.

I just pray to God that my
child will understand.

Rest easy, Joe.

We need to get the EX-O back
in command. How?

He has a concussion.

I need to keep a close
watch on him.

He could develop
swelling on the brain.

He has a short term memory loss,
it's not bad, it could go away.

I don't know.
His balance could be affected.

I need to wait,
so he needs to wait.

Look, I know you'll have the ExO
back on his feet in an
hour or two, right?

No, Chief.
This can be serious.

Serious? C'mon, Bartimeo, he
bumped his head and he
has a headache.

You got to release him
back to command.

He's not fit to
command right now.

I can't release him without
proper medical justification.

What are you talking about?

Look, this is not the time to
fill out forms for headquarters!

This boat is in a serious
situation right now, and Cutter
is not the man for command!

I'm sure Officer Cutter will
prove to be quite capable.

Bartimeo, he's no Culpepper!

You know as well as I that
Cutter would double-cross
his own father!

♪♪

Our Father, thou art in Heaven,
hallowed be thy Name,
thy Kingdom come,

thy will be done on Earth as
it is in Heaven.

Give us this day, our daily
bread, and forgive us
our trespasses

as we forgive those who
trespass against us.
Lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us
from evil, Amen.

Our Father, thou art in Heaven,
hallowed be thy Name,
thy Kingdom come,

thy will be done on Earth as
it is in Heaven.

Give us this day, our daily
bread, and forgive us
our trespasses

as we forgive those who
trespass against us.
Lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us
from evil, Amen.

Our Father, thou art in Heaven,
hallowed be thy Name,
thy Kingdom come,

thy will be done on Earth as
it is in Heaven.

Give us this day, our daily
bread, and forgive us
our trespasses

as we forgive those who
trespass against us.
Lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us
from evil, Amen.

Our Father, thou art in Heaven,
hallowed be thy Name,
thy Kingdom come,

thy will be done on Earth as
it is in Heaven.

Give us this day, our daily
bread, and forgive us
our trespasses

as we forgive those who
trespass against us.
Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us
from evil, Amen.

Our Father, thou art in
Heaven... STOP! I've
heard enough!

He's your father, he's not mine!
And he's not listening!

Yes, he is listening.

He doesn't care!

You don't believe.

Not anymore.

Hey, Kashavsky,
if you want to pray? Go ahead.

Our Father, thou art in Heaven,
hallowed be thy Name,
thy Kingdom come,

thy will be done on Earth as
it is in Heaven.

Give us this day, our
daily bread...Do it in silence, or go
somewhere else!

Hey, pal! This ain't your boat.

You're a just a guest here!
If Kashavsky wants to pray,

he can.
You can go somewhere else.

Besides, I happen to think that
we could all use any
help we can get.

Even from the big guy upstairs.

Yeah. What kind of help do you
think you will get?

A way out.

You're a romantic.

Go ahead, Kashavsky,
say your prayer.

Yes.

Say a prayer...say a
prayer to live.

In a few hours,

you'll be praying to die.

YOU'RE WRONG!

Hey Kashavsky, I
promise you this,

we ain't gonna become a gold
stars in our mother's windows,

not just yet.

Enough!

You're annoying me and
everyone else in the room.

We have to conserve energy.

It's hard enough to breathe.

Pray in silence, okay?

And I agree with Grease, we can
use all the help we can get.

Grease, take Kashavsky and
go find Milchie.

Okay, Chief.

Get out the CO2 absorbent and
start dusting the torpedo room.

Let's go, Kashavsky.

So how's Betts?

He's comfortable.

It's all I can do for now.

His leg looks like
an amputation.

We would need to transfer Mr.
Betts to a surface ship for
such a procedure.

We can't do that. You would have
to do the operation on board.

So have you figured out what's
wrong with his leg?

Ulcus Tropicum.

What?

It's a tropical ulcer.
I read it in one of my books.

Chief, all of our antibiotics
were damaged during the charges,

and all I've got left
are vitamins.

His leg looks like it's
wet gangrene.

We have to prepare the Officers'
mess for the operation.

Oh, no, no, no. I
can't amputate.

There's no way.

I've never done it before. I
don't want to kill him
on the table. Then he's to die in his rack,
right?

Look, aren't you his only hope?

I think you'll do fine.

No way.

It will be okay.

I can't do it! Okay? Not here.

The operating conditions are not
adequate. It's unsanitary.

You'll make it work.

Chief, I know very little about
amputations... and
tropical infections.

I know by cutting his leg that
Mr. Betts will be exposed to
other infections...

Hey. What's the worry, Doc.
I've seen them done.

Too many.
They all scream you know.

No painkiller!?

Painkillers? No.
Just wog cigarettes.

Or a hard right to the jaw, or a
bamboo stick to bite on with

four blokes holding you down
while your screamin'.

Like a little infant.

A wog cigarette?

What the hell is that?

It's native tobacco.
It's raw stuff.

Many colors, orange to black.

The darker it is, the
stronger it is.

If you smoke that, you're dazed.
You're almost paralyzed.

Do you have a wog cigarette?

No.

Frederick, I could
use your help.

What did you guys use for tools?

Next to nothing.

What do you mean?

Ulcerated toes were cut off with
scissors. No anesthetic.

And we were lucky. We had a wise
field doctor, he was Dutch.

And how he was able to table
knives, scalpels, forceps,

I don't know.

We used bent forks
as retractors.

What about the bone?

What did he use to cut
through the bone?

We borrowed a tenon saw from
the butchers in the cookhouse.

And he borrowed it from
the carpenter.

Please. I need your help.

I'm no doctor.

Betts will die.

I can't do this without you.
♪♪

You'll have to help. You're the
only one who's seen it done.

I can fix a broken radio,
but I cannot fix a broken body.

Like I said, I'm not the doctor.

Those I have tried to
help have died.

I've learned to walk away
from the dying.

In camp, they took the sick
away from the sickest.

The sickest ones were
sent out to work.

'Cause they knew...they
knew they would die.

[music stops]
[low hum]

[water dripping... splashing]

Got it.
[wrench falls on floor]

Maintain silence!

Aye, sir.

Muley, what do you hear?

No surface sounds, sir.
The destroyer might be gone. So it appears to have left.
But I say it's still up
there waiting.

If you surface too quickly,
we could be sitting ducks.

I recommend that we remain
submerged and maintain
present course.

To periscope depth.

♪♪

If the Japs are up there,
they're gonna see our air
bubbles from the negative tank.

And they'll ram us!

We're going to periscope depth.

Sir, we have considerable damage
from the last string of charges.

Can we dive quick
enough to escape?

We're going to periscope
depth to have a look.

Now Take us to 55 feet and be
careful not to blow the
negative tank dry.

To periscope depth.
Blow negative to 100 pounds.

[water bubbling]
[low hum]

Blowing secured.

Negative sea valve closed.
Periscope depth at 55 feet.

Up scope!

[water splashing]

No enemy sighted.
Down scope!

That's the second time the
Japs have left. Why?

Maybe they think they got us.

Chief, take her to the surface.

You really want to
surface in daylight?

Milchie, I received a message.

The radio room is receiving
unidentified messages.

Sir, I'm picking up
something on the SJ radar!

Muley, can you identify?

Looks like it could be
the destroyer.

Sir, we're receiving a weak
radio transmission.

Can you describe?

Kashavsky, can you make it out?

It could be German.

German, sir, it might be German.

German? Muley, what's the
bearing on that destroyer?

Bearing course zero, six, five.

Range?

Around the corner, sir.
About seven thousand yards. Chief, take this boat to the
surface and maintain that
destroyer's course. To follow that destroyer is
against the Captain's
direct order.

Destroyer's now bearing a course
of zero, five, five. Range
seven thousand yards.

We've identified the message,
sir. It's definitely German.

German?

Yes, sir.

Destroyer's still bearing course
of zero, five, five. Chief, take this boat to the
surface and maintain that
destroyer's course.

That's an order!

The Captain gave me a direct
order to maintain position
for rendezvous.Surface! Surface! Surface! Come
to course of zero, five, five.
[horn blares]

Any more resistance, I'll have
you removed from the Con!

I am witness to that direct
order, and I will testify to
that at your court martial!

Is that a threat?
One more remark and you're out.

Milchie, give me a report on the
forward batteries.

Maneuvering, I need a report on
the forward batteries.

Batteries are low, Chief, and
we're still clearing
out sea water.

I still have the destroyer at
seven thousand yards. I don't
think she's moving, sir.

We can't just sit here.

Stay on that destroyer.
♪♪

Maintain course of zero, five,
five.

I don't like this.

Orders are to rendezvous with
the Captain at 0300 hours, and
get the photos to Com Sub Pac. What photos?
What's happening on that island?

[music stops]

Open the hatch!
Make way to the Bridge!

[humming]

[low hum]

[knocking]

Hi. I'm leaving today.

Look, Allie,
I know that you're mad at me.

OK, I wanted to tell you,
I swear I did, but
I didn't know how.

And my train's
leaving in an hour.

Their shipping me off to God
knows where, and you're not
even gonna talk to me?

Is that what you want?

[silence]

Alright. I'm sorry
I bothered you.

I love you, Allie, with all my
heart, and I wish I could stay
here with you, but I can't.

This is not the time for
your stubborn pride.

'Cause I don't think I can leave
here knowing that
you're mad at me.

Could you do something for me?

Please?

Could you just smile for me?

I'm gonna come back here,
and I'm gonna marry you,
♪♪

and we're gonna get a house,
and we're gonna have kids.
Okay?

We're gonna have a lot of kids,
and we're gonna grow
old together.

I love you, Allie.

Goodbye.

ROBBIE!

♪♪

♪♪

[water gushing]

Got it!
♪♪

I got the destroyer again on the
SJ. It's at 4,000 yards.

The sea valve's secured!

Destroyer sighted.
Four thousand yards.

Bearing three, five, zero.
Prepare to dive.

LOOKOUTS BELOW!
CLEAR THE BRIDGE!

DIVE! DIVE!
[horn blares]

Take her to periscope depth.
Come to course two, seven, zero!

Chief, we have a strong signal,
the message is German.

We're receiving that message
again. Signal is stronger.

Alright, Chief, what's
beyond the peninsula?

An abandoned harbor. We should
turn back and maintain
initial position.

Down scope.

I'm asking one more time.
What's on that island?

An abandoned harbor.

There's a downed
Burma Butterfly,

and an old equipment shack that
looked like it was probably
used by the Japanese. And, of course, the Captain.

Up scope!

[low hum]

Down scope!

Chief, you're intentionally
interfering with my command.

Now I have a German U-boat and a
Jap destroyer in my sights,
and guess what?

I'm going after 'em! The Captain
will just have to wait.

The only report I'll make to Com
Sub Pac is about sinking
that destroyer.

Up scope.

Angle on her bow is port 90.
Bearing. Mark.

Bearing three, one, five.

You can't let this information
be buried at sea!

Turn the boat around! We can't
risk losing this information.

Range. Mark.

Range. Three thousand yards.

Down scope!

All ahead two-thirds.
Steer course three, four, five.

All ahead two-thirds.

Flood tubes one, two, and three,
and open outer doors!

This is a mistake.

First, we will take the
destroyer, then the U-boat.

Flood tubes one, two, and three,
and open outer doors!

That's an order, Chief.

Flood tubes one, two, and three,
open outer doors.

Flood tubes one, two, and three,
open outer doors.

When outer doors are open,
I'll give the final bearing.

Then shoot from the con.

Up scope.

Bearing. Mark.

Bearing zero, three, five.

Zero, three, five, set!

They saw our trail,

down scope!

Fire one!

One away!

Fire two!

Two away!

Two did not fire!

Malfunction! Two did not fire!

Fire three!

Three away!

Take her deep! Rig for
depth charge!

Milchie, what's the time on
that first fish?

First fish should hit
in 22 seconds!

orpedo two did not eject!
Running hot in tube!

Second fish is
running hot in tube!

One and three are hot, straight,
and normal, sir!
[radar bleeps]

Sounding 200 feet deep. We're
sitting ducks! Any suggestions?

Fist fish will hit in
eight seconds!

I lost the first fish on sonar.
I think it went missing.

Destroyer is at one
thousand yards!

Milchie, what's the time on
the third fish?

Third fish should hit in
three...two...one!

[no explosion]

Torpedo should have reached
its target by now.

DAMN IT!

That tin can is directly above
us, sir! She's tracking.

Can we take a hit at
two hundred feet?

She's closing in!
[radar bleeps faster]

Torpedo's turbines have shut
down, sir! She's
still in the tube!

I hear splashes!
♪♪

BRACE!

[explosions]

[rushing water]

[explosion]

Outer door to tube two is open.
I don't think the torpedo
has armed itself.

We have to get that torpedo out.
It could explode from the
pressure of these charges.

Request permission to go to the
forward torpedo room.

Get that fish back in the boat!
There's a U-boat to hunt!

Hunt a U-boat?
Look, we're not going anywhere!

You have us trapped!

That tin can is hunting us and
it's not going to let us go.

Our situation is not
looking good.

We've lifted the stop bolt, but
we can't get the fish
back in the tube!

We need to give the boat
a five-degree up angle.

Maybe then we can crank back
the muzzle door!

Do it.

Control room! Give the boat a
five-degree up angle!

Torpedo room! We have the boat
at a five-degree up angle!

Are you able to secure
the muzzle door?

Chief, we're doing our best! The
fish is jammed real
good in the tube!

Onions, this is your baby!
Bring her in!
[grunting]

Jesus, Chief! She won't budge!

Crank that thing harder!

Chief, we're trying!

[radar bleeps]

She's pinging us.

Onions! That tin can
is hunting us!

If we have to dive any deeper
with that fish jammed,

we are not going to see
the surface again!

Onions! What's going on?

The ping is stronger, sir.
They're closing on us again.

Milchie, go forward and give the
Torpedo Room a hand.

Aye, sir!

Onions, I don't hear you!
Milchie is coming
forward to help.

Talk to me!
♪♪

[grunts]

Hey, she moved, Chief!
She's budging!

Onions, reel her in!
Don't give her any slack!

She picked us up.

More charges!

Here come the water cans!

We almost got her, Chief!
We need another minute!

There are no more minutes!
They'll be here any second!

[explosions]

Onions, I hope you got her in!
We have to dive!

Chief, what's going on below?

They all went on a coffee break,
sir!

For Christ's sake, they're
doing their best!

You know, Chief, I'm getting
really tired of listening
to your mouth run! Yea? Well, I'm already fed up
with your command!

You're crossing the line, Chief.
You do realize what
you are saying.

I know exactly what I'm saying.
[explosion]

CHIEF! We reeled her in!
Tube is secure!

Tube's secure.

[explosion]

Flood negative!

Flood negative!
Take her down!

Level off at three, zero, zero!

Flood negative to the mark!

[water bubbling]

Sir, we can't trust
these charts.

Could be shallow here.
Rig in the sound heads?

Rig them in. We don't want
to scrape them off.

Forward torpedo room have
Milchie rig in the sound heads.

[explosions]

[water rushing]
This is the engine room we are
taking in water fast aft.

Milchie go aft and secure
that compartment.

Muley, give him a hand.

[water rushing rapidly]

Throw down flashlights
and a pipe wrench.

Onions, get down here with
another flashlight!

It's floodin' fast,

Milch!

Come on you guys get
out of there!I'm coming back to help.
No! Just keep that light on me!

[explosion]

Come on you guys get
out of there!
[water rushing]

I'm coming back to help.

No! Just keep that light on me!

[explosions]

Come on get out!

You okay?

AAARRR Ah!

I got it!

[water stops rushing]
[metal creaks and squeaks]

[low hum]

flooding secured aft.

Take her to three hundred and
fifty feet. Easy on the planes.

Level off at that depth.
Could be shallow.

Taking us to a slow three, five,
zero.

Chief, maintain silent running.

Going to 350 feet.

All compartments rigged for
depth charge. Silent running.

Chief, remember the message I
was getting over the
radio in German?

Well, there's one word I don't
recognize, U-ran...U-235.
Ever heard of it?

♪♪

[Betts screaming and crying]

[agonizing continues]

No, no...

Ssssssh.

I left.

Ssssssh.

I had to.

The hold was burning.

I tried to pull him free but the
beam was too heavy.

Ssssssh.

The fire. The smoke. Oh, he
burned alive...he
burned alive...

He begged me to kill him.
I couldn't do it.

He burned alive...

It's fire and smoke...

Listen, listen to me.

When you first got here... Chief
showed us a photo of his
missing brother.

You pushed it away. You knew
him, didn't you? You knew him.

He was a flyboy.

He had red hair.

God, they hate red hair.

He was blindfolded and
they had swords.

They were hackers,
they weren't Samurai.

They were hackers.
♪♪

Chop...chop...they were hackers.
Just hackers.

[crying]

Meo,

how's Betts?

He's conscious. He's having
difficulty breathing.

And his pulse is very weak.

Chief, the oxygen is so low.

I don't know. I just hope I
did the right thing.

You did.

Louie, you're doing great.

We'll get some air in this boat
and you'll feel even better.

But you got to hang on.

Chief.

Ssssssh. Quiet. Get some rest.

Please.

Meo, I'm going to the Con.

Grey, get some rest.

Jack.

Chief!

It's your brother Jack.

Jack?
[breathing hard]

Jack? My brother Jack?

Yes. He's got Red hair.

Yes...He's got red hair.

Where? When?

They hate red hair.

What do you mean?

Betts...Betts,hang on!

Tell me what you mean!

They're not Samurai...

they're hackers.

[continues heavy breathing]

I killed him!

They believe we deserve to die.

Your brother Jack didn't
stand a bloody chance.

I killed him!

No, you didn't.

You did what you thought
you had to do.

Every day a POW will ask himself
what does it take to stay alive.

To stay sane.

Sometimes we do things so
others may live.

And I'd like to think Mr.
Betts did just that.

♪♪

[thunder and jungle sounds]

So what do you think?

I don't know the microphone is
shot, we'll have to try and
send Morse code.

How's your code?

Shitty.

I can use a microphone key to
send a message. What do
you want to say?

Little LULU, Little LULU.
Urgent!

U-boat, Jap destroyer
west of Sumatra

3 degrees south,
99 degrees east .

All cargo must be captured!

Alright, and now let's just hope
that someone in our
fleet gets it.

Yeah. Send it again.

You sure? They can trace this
signal and find us.

I know. Send it again.

[low hum]

We're being hunted.

What about the batteries?

Almost fully discharged.

Chief, what's Cutter
doing to the boat?
[water dripping]

He's has us trapped. We're
taking water below the
engine compartment.

Well, something has to be done.

Otherwise we'll all gonna be
trapped on the bottom of
this damn sea!

What's the condition
of the boat?

Oxygen is critical,

the boat is up on a 20-degree
angle from the water in the
aft torpedo room.

Pressure on the boat is causing
steering problems, and the pump
room is starting to flood.

And what else?

And you're almost out of
high pressure air.

Chief, you know what that means,
right? We won't be able to see
the surface again!

How much high pressure air do
you think we have?

We have enough high pressure air
to get the boat to, let's say,
100 feet of the surface.

Suggestions?

Get the Exec back, or relieve
Mr. Cutter of the Con.

You do realize what
you are saying.

Yea, I do. And what
about the Captain?

We just leave him?

He had to give you guys some
orders while you were on the
island together.

Captain left me with a direct
order pick him up at 0300 hours,

and get the information
to Com Sub Pac.

Then I suggest,
we do what the Captain ordered.

But first we need to get Cutter
out of the Con, 'cause that son
of a bitch, he'll kill us all!

[electricity sparks]

♪♪

I got it! I got it!

What?

The message!
It's a ship's cargo manifest. A U-boat's daily position
report. Listen to this!

They're carrying rubber,
tungsten, tin, gold,
moly-b-de-num, and u-ran.

Chief, what is this stuff?

We can't even say moly-b-de-num.

Uran is German for uranium.
U-235 is a metal element
that is radioactive.

Radioactive?

Yes. And molybdenum is a
metallic element that is used

primarily as an alloy agent in
cast iron and steel.

It's used to toughen,
strengthen, and it's
corrosive resistant.

Weapons ingredients.

Whatever this damn uranium is,
it means we have to get
to the surface.

We have to get this information
to Com Sub Pac and get the
Captain back on board.

Let me remind you that I
give the orders here.

I make all the decisions.
You will not take over my boat!

Your boat? This is the
Captain's boat.

You don't care about this boat
and you don't care
about the crew.

You said so yourself.

The only thing that matters to
you is this damn watch!
And a medal.

A medal that will win you a seat
in the Senate just like
dear old dad.

[watch falls on floor]

[grunts]
[punch connects]

You selfish son of a bitch!

Break it up!

My watch!

No, my watch!
Say goodbye to Robert E. Lee!What the hell is going on here?!

I was just giving Mr. Cutter a
better understanding of the
Captain's direct order, sir.

I'm getting a lot of noise
from above, sir.

What kind of noise?

Like a rainsquall.

A rainsquall?

Yes, sir.

Sir, have you been officially
released from sick bay?A rainsquall is a perfect blind
to surface. Can we get the
boat to the surface?

If Bartimeo hasn't released you
from sick bay, I am still
officially in command!

We only have enough
high-pressure air to push her to
100 feet of the surface.

Starting the engines
is a long shot,

in fact it's crazy,
but we might make it work.

Do it!

I need to speak to Grease.Milchie, get Grease on the horn.

[spins dial]

This is my command!
Do you hear me? And until Bartimeo
says differently,

you are unfit to command!
I order you back to sick bay!

Step aside, Mr. Cutter, and
shut your mouth.

Grease, can the engines start?

You mean now? Submerged?

Yes, submerged.

Yeah, we can start'em but it
will suck every ounce of
breath out of your ass!If the compressed air gets us to
100 feet. Can you take us to the
surface from there?

Oh, I'll get our asses up there!
You just hold your breath!

Grease said that starting the
engines at 100 feet will create
a tremendous vacuum,

but it might have enough
propulsion to get us
to the surface.

This is crazy!

Sir?

He is unfit to command.

Sir? No surrender!

Do it!
Prepare to surface!

When we hit the surface,

prepare to open the hatch to the
Bridge, and man battle stations. When you hit the surface,
that destroyer will be waiting!

You can't hide in a rainsquall.
That tin can knows our position!

You have a better idea?

How many fish we got?

You know you don't have the guts
for this, and you won't be able
to fire those fish on time! I think you should leave, Mr.
Cutter.

You're unfit to command!

Enough! I will not hear
another word from you!

Is that a threat? No, Mr.
Cutter, that is an order!

I think you should leave now,
Mr. Cutter!

This is mutiny!

Milchie, take Mr. Cutter
to his quarters.

Aye, sir!

We will suffocate before we
hit the surface! Starting the engines at 100
feet will kill us!

This is suicide!

I could have saved this boat!
We could have survived!

Chief, what about those fish?

We have three fish forward.
Number two tube is inoperable
from the stuck torpedo.

Alright. Flood tubes, one,
three, and four.

Listen up!
When we hit the surface,

that destroyer is going to be
waiting to ram us!

So be on your toes, and be
sharp, and let's kill us
a Jap destroyer!

[loads torpedo]

Forward torpedo room! Flood
tubes one, three, and four!

Prepare to shoot on my command!
I will need a quick
bearing on target!

If that tin can heads
right for us,

we'll fire down its throat!
No second chances!

Muley, what do you hear?

Rainsquall, sir.
Nothing else.

♪♪

Lie low and conserve oxygen.

When the engines start and we
blow the ballasts, the vacuum
will make breathing difficult.

But if all goes well, we'll be
breathing fresh air in
a few minutes!

Prepare to surface!
BATTLE STATIONS!
[crew members yelling]

Tubes one, two, and
three are flooded.

Sir, all tubes are
flooded and ready.

Blow ballast tanks and take her
up fast! Twenty degree up angle!

Blow all ballasts!
Maintain twenty degree up angle!

[water bubbling]

Approaching 250 feet...

225...
[water bubbling]

200...

Chief, tell the engine
room to standby.

Engine room, standby!

One hundred and fifty feet.

[ship ascending]

One twenty-five...

She's slowing.

Start the engines!
All ahead full!

[phone buzzes]

Grease, start the engines!
All ahead full!

We're taking the up-express!

Milchie, man the hatch. Open it
as soon as we break the surface!

Up scope!

[horn blaring]
[ship ascending]

It's done.

We broke the surface, sir!

BATTLE STATIONS!
SURFACE!

[rippling through water]

Destroyer is dead ahead, off
port bow, two thousand yards!

Man the deck guns!

[guns position]
♪♪

She's at fifteen hundred yards!

Bearing three, five, zero!

Open outer doors one, three, and
four! Prepare to shoot!

Open outer doors one, three,
and four!

One thousand yards!
She's gonna ram us!

Fire one!

One away!
[torpedo blasts]

Fire three!

Three away!
[torpedo blasts]

Fire four!

Four away!
[torpedo blasts]

One, three, and four running
straight, hot, and normal.

Torpedo one is seven
seconds to target...

three seconds...
[torpedo speeds by]

Torpedo one a miss!

Torpedo three...
[torpedo speeds by]

nothing.
Another dud!

Torpedo four...six seconds...
[torpedo speeds by]
[alarm blares]

two...one...

[watch ticks]
[torpedo speeds by]

[explosion]

♪♪

[Laughter]

Chief, No surrender!

Thank you, God!

[explosion]
♪♪

Chief, tell someone to get the
steward to get us some
fresh coffee!

Fresh coffee and fresh air!

Coffee? Sir, I think we all
could use a stiffer drink!

There's some poor Maryland
bourbon and raw California
brandy under my rack.

Now we'll all have a jigger just
as soon as we reach that

rendezvous and secure Captain
Culpepper back on board!

We're going home! We're going
home! We're going home!
[laughter]

[rain]
♪♪

[harmonica playing]

CUTTER!

[vehicles driving by]
♪♪

♪♪