All language subtitles for The.Silent.Enemy.1958.720p.BluRay.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX].en

The two battleships Queen Elizabeth
and Valiant were sunk in Alexandria harbour

by six men of the Italian 10th Flotilla.

They came from a submarine,

but the underwater weapons
that they used were new.

Human torpedoes, chariots.

Each was ridden by two divers

and each carried an explosive warhead,

which was detached from the bows
and slung by wires

under the hull of the target ship.

Those chariots have altered the naval
balance of power in the Mediterranean.

They may yet alter the course of this war.

Already they've chosen their next target.

Ourselves.

Gibraltar, gentlemen. The gateway.

Whether we like it or not,

we're the gateway to the Mediterranean.

If the enemy shuts us down,
Malta is isolated.

So is Alexandria.

The 8th Army loses its supply route,
we lose North Africa.

So we've got to keep open.

It's as simple as that.

In war, most gateways
have a lock on them,

a lock called security.

We haven't.

That's the difference.

Let me show you.

Over there in Algeciras, gentlemen,
someone is watching us.

We call him the duty spy.

He sits there four miles across the bay
in the neutral country of Spain

and he watches everything
that happens on this rock.

He's watching us at this window.

He watches your ships
as they enter and leave the bay.

- Any questions?
- But how, sir? Where from?

The enemy has consulates in Algeciras.
Luckily, so have we.

You mean, their agents over there
tell the subs when a convoy arrives

- and their boys attack it here?
- Exactly.

The sooner we're on our way
to Malta, the better.

Algeciras isn't their
only source of information.

You see that airstrip down there?

Just beyond it is the Spanish frontier.

Every morning,
thousands of men come down that road

across the border
to work in the dockyard here.

Every evening,
they go back again into Spain.

We do everything we can to screen them,

but it's a pretty hopeless task.

Thank heavens
we're only here for a few nights.

Well, gentlemen, now,
at least, you know the picture.

You're anchored up here.

Here's an anti-submarine net.

We shall do everything we can
to protect you

but it's essential you order
a sharp look-out to be kept all night.

- Any questions?
- No, sir.

Right, now, let's get down to details.

That's one thing about Gibraltar,
we do get a regular air mail from home.

We also get the occasional
bright boy from London

to tell us how to run the war.

There's probably a Whitehall Warrior
on this one.

Crabb!

Crabb, wake up!

Lieutenant Crabb, we're here!

What is it? Where's the...

Oh, I wish you wouldn't do that,
Mr Holford.

We're over the rock.

- What rock?
- Gibraltar, of course.

As a rule, people get very excited
about their first view of Gib.

Well, I'm an exception.
Besides, I'm tired.

I can't imagine why.
You've been asleep nearly all the way.

You couldn't imagine
the party I had last night either.

- You got a family, Mr Holford?
- Oh, yes.

You're lucky.

You can keep your farewells for them.

I'm a lonely man, so crowds of people
turned up to see me off.

Never met most of them before,
probably never see them again.

So, that's Gibraltar, eh?

What are those ships out there in the bay?

They're a convoy at anchor.

And that's where the poor bastards
get mines stuck on their hulls, is it?

Please. Careless talk.

Ever managed to blow up anything
inside the harbour?

They've tried but we have
the situation under control.

Divers, you know.

A lot of ships. How many divers?

Landing in two minutes.
Hang on tight, everyone.

If we overshoot the airstrip,
we go in the drink.

I know the rock very well.
If I can give you any tips...

You can give me one now.
Where do I find the Admiral?

At the naval headquarters.

He's a very busy man,

but I'm sure he'll put everything on one
side to welcome an R.N.V.R. Lieutenant.

Mr Holford, I've just bought
myself a brand new uniform

for the first time since the war started

and I propose to christen it properly
by visiting that Admiral.

Now then, how many divers did you say?

Two.

He'll see me.

Come in.

- Have you an appointment, sir?
- No.

Sorry, sir, no one allowed
in the Admiral's office

without first seeing
the Assistant Secretary,

Third Officer Wren Masters, sir.

This is her office, sir.

- Well, where is she?
- Inside with the Admiral, sir.

Look, if I have to see her
before I can go in,

and she is already inside,
how the devil do I get in?

Oh, it is a problem, sir, isn't it?

Of course,
you could wait until she comes out, sir.

I say, could you tell me how...

Even when she does comes out, sir,
I doubt if she'd let you go in.

Not unless you have an appointment, sir.

Oh, she won't, won't she?

Now, you listen to me.

I came out to this blasted rock
of yours to get on with the war.

And if you think that a whole army
of Wrens, FANYs, ATS, WAAFs

are going to stop me for getting in there,
you're very much mistaken.

That's a nasty cough.

- Are you Third Officer Wren Masters?
- I am.

I want to see the Admiral.

- Name?
- Crabb.

- Christian names?
- Lionel Philip Kenneth.

Rank?

I'm a Lance Corporal in the Chinese army.

Lieutenant R.N.V.R.

Identity card?

Thank you.

Why do you want to see the Admiral?

I arrived in Gibraltar one hour ago.

I'm a bomb and mine disposal officer

and I can't dispose
of anything until I find it.

Bomb and mine disposal.

Oh, yes.
We had a signal about you.

- Incredible, can I go in now?
- I'm afraid not. It's quite impossible.

Who says so?

I do, Lieutenant, quite alone,

without the assistance of any
FANYs, ATS, WAAFs, or even another Wren.

I'll wait.

It won't do you any good,
he's far too busy.

Why don't you go for a walk?

Miss Masters, I have not
been sent to Gibraltar to go for walks.

Now, will you please
tell the Admiral that...

Sir?

See what I mean?

How do I get
to that breakwater down there?

Well, not being a Flag Lieutenant
with an Admiral's car,

- I suppose you'd walk, old boy.
- But which way?

Well, go round the end of
the dockyard and out onto the mole.

Extraordinary fellow.

Shut up!

- Enjoy your dip, sir?
- Lovely. Boiling hot.

Diver's rum ration, sir.

- Best of luck.
- Oxygen all right, Rattler?

If it's not, you can kiss me
goodbye on the bottom.

Come on.

Are you in charge of this diving party?

Well, actually, old boy, I am the torpedo
officer of a mine sweeping flotilla.

But I like swimming
so I thought I'd lend a hand.

- Name's Bailey, how do you do?
- Crabb. Bomb and mine disposal.

No bombs, I'm afraid, old boy.

We never get an air raid.

Peaceful little place, really.

Do you think you can find any mines
for this officer to dispose of, Knowles?

Delighted, sir,
provided they don't dispose of us first.

- By the way, this is Leading Seaman Knowles.
- How do you do, Knowles?

And over there is Able Seaman Morgan,
about to dice with destiny in the deep.

Total strength
diving party Gibraltar: Two.

What about you?

Just done
my farewell performance, old boy.

Got to sail for home and beauty tomorrow.

We'll manage on our own, sir.

Have you ever managed
to examine one of these mines?

Oh, yes, old boy.

They stick them on the hulls
with a sort of inner tube affair.

We swim up with a knife,
cut the tubes and the mine sinks.

Unless they're magnetic,
and then we just pull.

Of course, some of them
blow up without us finding them at all.

Not surprising, really.

Even more surprising they don't
blow up when you do find them.

Have you've ever managed
to take one of their fuses to bits?

Give us a chance, old boy.

Three chaps
and the whole ruddy bay to clean up?

We haven't got time
to tow the beastly things ashore

and dissect them in a workshop.

Come to that,
we haven't even got a workshop.

Do you mind if I have a go?

- What, dive?
- Yes, this looks fairly simple to me.

Ever done it before?

No, but I can swim.

What do you think, Knowles?

Well, sir, we've all got to start sometime

and since you're going back to the UK.

All right.

Knowles, you show him the drill.
I'm late for lunch.

Best of luck, old boy.

Just go down the ladder
a few feet, old boy,

and then come up again.

It's a piece of cake.
See if you can breathe all right.

And, Knowles, you better tie
a rope around him in case he can't!

Bye.

There now, how's that?

This here's your oxygen bottle.

Now, normally,
you just breath in air through this bag

but if you start feeling short of breath

crank your bottle like this, give
yourself an extra whiff of oxygen, right?

I see, yeah.

Now, naturally,
you breathe in through the mouth.

So, mouthpiece in, sir.

- Bite firmly.
- Mm-hmm.

Lovely.

That's it.

- And now the goggles, sir.
- Mm-hmm.

Now, pull them down nice and firmly.

Give yourself a good seal.

- That's it.
- Mm-hmm.

It's a pity Mr Bailey has to go.

He's done a fine job.

So, maybe you can take
his place, sir?

Nice to have an officer
around the outfit.

Makes us seems more
sort of respectable.

Oh, one last thing, sir. Nose clip on.

Now, you must have that on otherwise
you might breathe in half the ruddy ocean.

Thank you very much.

Now, let's get the rope around you, sir.

Now, I'm sorry to do this to you, sir,

but we can't risk losing you,
not the first day we found you.

Now, just remember, breathe naturally,
and I'll give you four tugs on the rope

when it's time to come up, right?

Off we go then, sir.

Now, you'll find Morgan down there, sir.

He's only doing a practice himself.

Did you say your name was Crabb, sir?

You couldn't have a much better
one for this job, really.

Name?

Leading Seaman Knowles, sir.
Naval Diving Party, sir.

- What are you doing?
- Pulling on the rope, sir.

Yes, I can see that.
What have you got on the end of it?

Crabb, sir. An officer, sir.

- Is he a diver?
- No, sir.

Then what the devil are you
trying to do, drown him?

No, sir. Get him up, sir.

...I think he's coming now, sir.

Miss Masters, about turn.

Oh, it's all right, sir.
He's got his pants on.

Sorry, sir.

About turn, Miss Masters.

What did you get me up for, Knowles?

I've never enjoyed myself
so much in my life!

You've got a new diving officer, my lad.

Just wait till I get my clothes on.

I'll get to see that Admiral
if I have to take that female dragon

and stick her upside down
in one of her own filing cabinets!

Do you know these blasted goggles
are full of water?

I can't see a damn...

The officer I was telling you about, sir.

Lieutenant Crabb.

He arrived today from England to take
up bomb and mine disposal duties.

Lieutenant Crabb, you should know by now

you do not salute unless
you're wearing a cap.

Yes, sir.

The same applies to trousers. Put them on.

Yes, sir!

So, you want to take over the diving party
and find the mines yourselves, eh?

Yes, sir, I think it's important
to find out what types they are

and we can't do that unless...

Yes, I know all that or I shouldn't
be wasting my time talking to you.

Are you medically and psychologically
suited to underwater work?

- Yes, sir.
- Why?

Well, as a properly qualified diver,

I think Leading Seaman Knowles could
best give you the technical details, sir.

I don't want the technical details,
I want an answer. Well?

Well, sir,

you saw his face
when he come out of the water.

Always tell them then, sir.

Right, you've got the job.

Report to my Chief of Staff, he'll brief
you in everything you want to know.

- Any questions?
- More men and a diving boat, sir.

I should like more men and equipment, sir.

Yes, so should I.

When you've found a mine, come and see me.

Make an appointment
with Miss Masters first, of course.

It'll be a pleasure, sir.

- And Crabb?
- Sir?

It's important job.
Don't make a muck of it.

Sir.

You ought to be wearing
weighted shoes, you know, sir.

Be the last time he doesn't wear them!

All right, stop looking so pleased with
yourselves and get me a pair of shoes.

I want to get started on the next one.

You ought to have a rest in between, sir,

we've got another
18 ships to clear, you know.

We'll have a rest when it's dark!

I'll believe that when it happens.

Lieutenant Crabb?

Lieutenant Crabb?

You'll have to jump, sir!

Now, sir!

It's a new type of mine, sir,
never seen nothing like it before.

Fixed to the Willowdale's port bilge keel.

Searchlight on.
We'll be there in a couple of minutes.

You all right?

Yes.

I don't feel tired when I'm diving,
seems to catch me when I come up.

I know, sir.

I'm sorry I shouted at you this afternoon.

Oh, that's all right, sir, all divers
have to blow off steam sometimes.

I'd have had a go myself...

- What does this mine look like?
- Well, sir, it's torpedo shaped

and it's got a propeller.

It's attached to the hull
by two metal clamps.

There's the Willowdale now, sir.

Morgan's waiting
alongside in the diving boat.

Jolly exciting, this.

Usually spend all the night
scooting up and down,

dropping depth charges
in the faint hope

of getting one of those
underwater bastards.

If we get that mine off,

that's what the Italians
will be calling us.

Come on, Knowles.

Good luck, mate.

If you find a frogman down there,
frog him!

- I'll go with you, sir.
- I'll let you know if I need any help.

- Crew off the ship?
- All except the skipper, sir.

- What was your last port of call, Captain?
- Lisbon. Spot of engine trouble.

- Are you going down now?
- Yes.

Better watch out.
Those clamps may be booby trapped.

If they are, you'll know it
as soon as I do.

When it's clear, I'll secure it
with the rope then you pull it in.

Right, sir.

It's a nasty looking thing, Rattler.
It's bloody horrible.

Have a cigarette.

Divers shouldn't smoke, you know.

Shouldn't dive either.

Do you think those clamps
have got booby-traps on them?

Blast that swell!

I'm going in.

Take it easy, sir.

Steady, Rattler, you've got a baby
torpedo on the other end of that line.

Boat made fast, sir.

We'll have to tow it inshore.

We've got to take it to bits.

- Where, sir?
- We'll find somewhere.

You got a cigarette?

All right down there?
Did you find it?

It's a beauty, Captain.

Just give us ten minutes to get clear
and then can take your crew on board.

Thanks very much. Be a pity
if we couldn't get our cargo to Malta.

What are you carrying?

- Food?
- No, high explosive.

Goodnight.

Carefully, now. Take it easy.

Wait for that next breaker.

Right, pull!

- Here's Morgan now, sir.
- About time, too.

I've brought the tools
and the field telephone, sir.

What, in that picnic basket?

The tools are underneath, sir,

but I thought we had earned
some breakfast as well.

Remind me to have you
made a petty officer.

I think it's caught in the sand, sir.

Right, stay here, I'll get it.

Lovely place to bring a mine ashore.

A few feet of sand surrounded
by barbed wire and a minefield.

How are we going
to get it through that lot?

I gave up asking questions
three hours ago.

Look at the man.

He's like a mother with her baby.

If it doesn't go off in his face,
he'll start singing to it.

Keep away from it!

Do you think you ought to
take it through the wire, sir?

I mean, they might not understand.

Perhaps you'd like to take it
to the dockyard or over there in Spain?

I can't think of anywhere else.

I thought
you'd given up asking questions?

My dear Wing Commander,

you worry the life out of me
for more bombs and cannon shells,

and as soon as
I get them for you, well,

you say you don't want them.

I don't say I don't want them.

I merely say I can't store them
here on this airstrip.

- Why not?
- Because there isn't any room!

Look, every inch of the runaway
is jammed tight with aircraft.

They are all full of fuel

and I can't risk their safety by allowing
high explosive anywhere near them.

- Oh, Smith?
- Yeah.

Let me know directly this aircraft's
serviceable, will you?

- Very good, sir.
- I'm very sorry, Holford.

You'll simply have to find
somewhere else.

It really is impossible.

Good gracious, Crabb,
what on earth are you doing?

Ah, good morning, Holford.

We're just enjoying a bit of breakfast.

- Here, have a banana.
- Thank you very much.

You know you're in the wrong uniform.
Summer rig started this morning.

And what the devil do you think
you're doing on my airstrip?

We've been carrying out
a sweep for mines in your sea, sir.

Can't risk any of them drifting ashore

and damaging any of your aircraft,
can we, sir?

Why, no, of course.

Well, good show, thanks very much.
Press on.

Come along, Holford.

Very co-operative, you know,
these naval chaps.

They realise the position we're in,
do their best to help.

Now... I'm going to remove
the clock first

and then the detonators.

Get the phone over there
and write down everything I tell you.

- Aye-aye, sir.
- Good luck, sir.

Go on, get on with it.

Removing last screw now.

We can't get any further away.

If it blows up now,
they'll have to bury us in Spain.

Shut up!

Starting to withdraw third...

and last detonator carriage...

now.

And for heaven's sake keep quiet.

If I jog this one we've had it.

Mr Crabb?

The Admiral sent me to...

It's quite safe now.

The Admiral sent me to find you.

He wants you to have lunch
with him at his house.

Then I'd better go and change
into the right uniform, hadn't I?

Yes, I see, but now tell me how
the timing mechanism works

and try not to be too technical.

Well, sir, the mine had
three detonators and two clocks.

The clocks were set to fire
48 hours after leaving port.

But they weren't
the important part of the job.

That was the propeller
and it worked like this.

You see, sir, irrespective of the clocks,

the propeller would turn
as the ship went through the water

and after a certain number of revolutions,
would explode the detonators.

So, the ship will blow up at sea

and we'd think she'd been torpedoed.

Very ingenious.

But if the mine was planted in Lisbon,

why didn't it explode before
the Willowdale got to Gib?

I don't think it was, sir.

She only went into Lisbon at the last
moment because of engine trouble.

It would have been impossible for an enemy
agent to have done the job from there.

You mean it was done here and she'd
have blown up on her way to Malta?

Yes, sir.

But the Admiral already told us,

there's been no submarine activity
for the last week.

Go ahead, Crabb, say what you think.

Well, sir.

You're the British consul in Algeciras.

Yes.

All right, George. You may as well
tell him our suspicions.

He's guessed them anyway.

Does the name Tomolino
mean anything to you?

- Antonio Tomolino?
- Yes.

I should say he was the best marine
engineer and designer in Italy

and one of the greatest experts
in underwater warfare in the world.

As far as we know, he usually
works with the 10th Flotilla.

You're remarkably well informed, Crabb.

But you may not know that
he got married a year ago.

His wife's name is Conchita

and she apparently needs sea air.

So, he took a villa for her and built
a large window into one of the walls.

The villa is in Algeciras

and the window faces
straight towards Gibraltar.

They've been there ten months.

And that's a pretty long honeymoon...

even for an Italian.

Well, if the 10th Flotilla
is operating from the Algeciras,

they must be relying on frogmen diving
from some lonely part of the coast.

They can't be using chariots

because they need a base
and workshops for maintenance.

I presume you would have
noticed those, sir?

Oh, naturally.

So would the Spanish authorities.

We don't even know
that there are frogmen there.

All we know for certain

is that Tomolino and his wife
are living in the Villa Carmelo.

Are you doing anything more about it, sir?

Mr Crabb, you don't seem to appreciate
that Algeciras is neutral territory.

I can't just break into Tomolino's villa

and ask him whether he has a group
of Italian frogmen as house guests.

But you do keep it under constant
observation, don't you, George?

Well, naturally, I have an extremely
good pair of German binoculars

mounted on a tripod
on the balcony of the consulate.

At this moment,
one my Spanish staff is guarding them.

Is there anything else
you think I should do, Mr Crabb?

Forzellini, come and have some wine!

It's no good, Forzellini.

There are no women left in Gibraltar,
only monkeys.

There is something
much more interesting for me.

They are working
at the main entrance to the harbour.

Some sort of depth charge projector,
I think.

That man will never relax
until the war is over.

Where did you say
you found those binoculars, Rosati?

- In a shop, senora.
- I don't believe it.

Senora Tomolino, would I ever lie
to a beautiful woman?

Of course.

But my husband
will find out where they came from.

I hope not.

As a husband I am sure
he leaves nothing to be desired.

But as a commanding officer,
he sometimes lacks a sense of humour.

And you're exactly the opposite.

As a junior officer, you are a clown.

As a husband,
you'd be a louse, eh, Fellini?

No woman would have him
unless she is deaf as well as blind!

In Florence, there is one who is neither,

and when the war is over,
I'll go back and I'll say to her...

- Have you heard from Maria?
- Yes.

Soon, I shall be going on leave.

For two weeks,
Maria and I will forget the war.

We'll be husband and wife,
alone together.

Then when I come back,

I shall fight all the harder for her sake.

How far is it across the bay to Gibraltar?

Four miles.

I suppose there are Englishmen over there,

saying and thinking
the same things as we are.

With those binoculars,
you must see almost their faces.

Conchita?

If you don't mind,
I want to talk to them for a minute.

Of course.

Come, Forzellini.

Sit down, sit down.

Now, listen carefully.

I've had a report that a British cruiser
is due in Gibraltar this evening.

Our job is to see that
she never leaves there.

We shall attack it tonight,
when the moon is at its weakest.

Until we get more supplies of warheads,

I can only use one chariot.

Forzellini with Fellini as his diver.

Celloni, Neta, Neoli and Mario
will standby for a frogmen attack

if other targets should arrive.

- Celloni, you will lead them.
- Yes, sir.

- Sir!
- You will not be taking part, Rosati.

- But, sir, if Forzellini goes, I should go.
- You heard what I said.

Now, carry on, everyone.

Leave the house at 15 minute intervals.

Usual security.

I'll see you all later.

- Rosati?
- Sir.

I passed the British Consulate
on my way up the hill.

- Yes, sir?
- I noticed their binoculars were missing.

If I thought that one of my officers
had taken them,

I should punish him most severely.

This is a neutral port.

And I do not approve of burglars.

In any case,
our telescope is much better.

But I'm sure they will be returned. Hm?

No sense of humour at all.

It's our duty to blow up their ships.

But we're not allowed
to borrow their binoculars.

Want the latest buzz, Sid?

Vera Lynn's joined the ranks.

No, serious.
We're going to invade North Africa.

Don't be daft,
we're already in North Africa.

What do you think the 8th Army's doing?

No, I mean, from this end.
From Gib, the Yanks and us.

Then they'll work their way along
and meet Monty and his lot, see?

Who told you, Eisenhower?

Now, look, there's a cruiser
coming in this evening.

For your information,

that cruiser's arriving for a refit
before she goes on to Malta.

And even if she were landing
the whole American army in Africa,

your job is still to get those blasted
things ready before it's dark

and not stand there gossiping.

Now, come on, get on with it!

That's what comes
of eating with Admirals.

Pick up bad habits.

Cruiser's inside the harbour.

Forzellini will find it.

Before he left,
he told me what he called this place.

He said it was the most advanced base
of our navy in the enemy waters.

What are you writing?

A letter to my nephew, sir.

Routine, every week.

How old is he?

He's four, sir.

Born here in Gib, just before the war.

I wonder what he'd think of it now?

Oh, he'd love it, sir.

Right up his street,
all this lot, cowboys and Indians.

- I'd like to meet him some day.
- I hope you will, sir.

Start firing!

Stop firing, boat coming through!

Steer straight ahead!

Look, sir! Look over there!

Bring her round.

Stop engine.

That's the first time
I've ever seen the enemy.

Where did you come from?

Fellini, answer the question.

You have questioned me for two days.

I can't tell you anything more.

We came from the submarine Ambra
and, by now, she's back to Italy.

- We shall raise your chariot.
- It will tell you nothing.

- Who is the captain of Ambra?
- Tenente di Vascello Arillo.

Where did she sail from?

I cannot answer that.

Come in.

Excuse me, sir. Can I speak to
Lieutenant Crabb for a moment?

Yes, certainly.

Now, Fellini, tell me this.
How did you manage to...

- Have you found the chariot?
- No, sir.

We were diving from the bell barge
all day until it got dark

and there's not a sign of it, sir.

Then we'll go on until we do find it.

The warhead didn't explode
and we can repair the rest.

It might come in very useful some day.

So might a bit of sleep.

Any luck?

Right, Fellini.

We shall question you again
in half an hour.

Take him away.

Please, when is the funeral
of Forzellini?

That's the matter for the maintenance
department, they'll dispose of the body.

So, they will dispose of it.

Why do you want to know?

He was my friend.

He had courage.

You work under the water?

So, you will understand that I would
like to say my farewell to such a man.

Out of the depths
I cry to thee, oh Lord.

Lord, hear my voice.

Let thine ears be attentive
to the voice of my supplications.

If thou, oh Lord, shalt observe iniquities,

Lord, who shall endure it?

Cosi sia.

Cosi sia.

- Who is that officer in the boat?
- He's a good man.

We found the chariot, sir.

- Find any mines?
- No.

- Happy in your work?
- No!

Rattler, I am going
to confess something to you.

What?

- I'm tired.
- So am I, blinking tired.

Not so bad just diving almost
every ruddy day and night for a month.

But when you've got
to spend your spare time

fetching up this ruddy Italian
chariot contraption as well.

It's enough to make a saint
turn in his ruddy halo.

We haven't got enough blokes, that's all.

Aye, that's what I said
to Crabby last night.

Said what?

I told him
we was feeling a bit overworked.

You said that to Crabby?

No... No good.

And why do you want to be a diver?

Well, sir, our ship got your
signals asking for volunteers, sir...

He's only been
in the service 18 months

and he's spent nine of them under arrest.

Absent without leave four times.

Don't take any notice
of those conduct sheets, sir.

Terrible stuff they put
about you there, terrible.

You could get them for libel
in Civvy Street, you could, sir, really.

Possibly, but this is the navy.
Now, tell me why you volunteered?

The excitement, sir.

The fascination
of a hidden world beneath the sea.

The... The poetry of moving,
slow and graceful, like a fish

in its natural element.

I always wanted to try it, sir,
to break the laws of gravity.

To fly, up and down,
or round and round.

The colours changing all the time.

To be free, sir,
free like the birds in the sky.

Thank you for coming. Good morning.

But I was meant to be a diver, sir.

I think it was the whole
reason for my birth.

If you're not out of this office
within five seconds,

it'll be the whole reason,
of your sudden death.

Yes, I take your meaning, sir.

Ah, well...

Got to try everything once.
Best of luck, sir.

Oh, sorry, sir.

When the war's over,
I'll probably be asking him for a job.

How many more are there?

Seventeen. Diving's popular this year.

Well, now that you've taken over my office,
I suppose I'd better feed you.

Send up some sandwiches, please.

Special duty men close up.

Hands to stations for leaving harbour.

If it wasn't for us
and our little old depth charges, Sid,

that cruiser over there
wouldn't be leaving the harbour,

she'd be sitting on the bottom of it.

Cheer up, mate, they may work us too hard
but now that we've got our flippers,

I wouldn't swap them for
a leading killick's job on board that lot.

Polishing brightwork all day just to
please some perishing petty officer.

Oh, from one of those,
may my guardian angel protect me,

forever and ever, amen.

Here, here.

- Just off, Thorpe?
- Yes, sir.

Very bad luck
but you must obey doctor's orders.

Yes, sir.

Shore service from now on.
It comes to all of us in time.

Goodbye, sir.
Good luck on the way to Malta.

- Thank you, Thorpe.
- Thank you, sir.

I'm sorry to lose you.

If you put that cigarette out, Sanderson,

you might get rid of that smokescreen

and discover
what you are supposed to be doing.

Good luck, Chief, hope you get a ship
back to England soon.

As long as we're not on it with you.

Where do you think you are, Covent Garden?

Square that cap off!

Don't look now, Rattler, but I think
your guardian angel's gone on leave.

- Italian chariot, Chief.
- Is it?

This yours?

Aye, it's an oxygen cylinder.

Is it really?

You were going to use it, were you?

That's right, Chief, it's probably
a bit technical for you.

What's wrong
with your oxygen booster pump?

Nothing that I know of. How's yours?

You might be interested to learn,

my friend, that I used to be
an instructor in Davis Escape Apparatus

and I'm telling you that
that bottle is empty.

When did you last change
the CO2 absorbing cannister?

- Ten days ago, Chief.
- Ten days? Cor, blimey.

Talk about
the Charge of the Light Brigade.

Haven't you read Admiralty Fleet orders?

"CO2 absorbent granules
must renewed after use

when the set is laid aside
prior to further practice."

You might not be the one to wear
that set next in case of emergency

and you, therefore,
might perhaps commit murder.

I know who I'd choose to wear it next.

What's your job?

- Underwater Working Party, Chief.
- More like a suicide squad.

Who's in charge of you?
I want to talk to him.

Lieutenant Crabb.

I don't think he knows much about
oxygen booster pumps either.

Then I'll just have to enlighten him,
won't I?

Come on now, where is he?

Don't know, Chief.
He's usually down here with us.

Of course, he might be extracting
CO2 absorbent granules

from the upper middle fu-fu valve, Chief.

Very humorous. Come here.
Take that cigarette out of your mouth.

Now, you've had your little joke.

Now, we're going to see
your officer and if we don't,

I'll give you absorbent granules
where the monkey got the nuts.

Now, step lively.

It's a judgement, Sid, it is.

A judgement.

And bring my suitcase!

Able Seaman Fraser...

Ordinary Seaman Thomas...

I've decided to take you on as members
of the Naval Underwater Working Party.

We start training immediately.

Any questions, Fraser?

I've done a wee bit of bomb disposal, sir.

Is there much difference with mines?

Not a sausage.
You make a mistake, they blow up.

Same results exactly. Thomas?

Well, sir. We really have got the job,
haven't we?

I mean, you won't change your mind?

Not unless you change yours.

Oh, no, sir. But...

There is one small point
I think I should mention.

What's that?

- I can't swim.
- What?!

We've been looking
everywhere for you, sir.

This Chief Petty Officer here...

Chief Petty Officer Thorpe, sir.

Specialist in Davis Submarine
Escape Apparatus, sir.

Having just been discharged
from one of HM cruisers to shore service,

I was preceding through the dockyard
and I saw these two men...

- Special in DSEA?
- Yes, sir, 15 years of it, sir.

- Discharged to shore service?
- Yes, sir.

- You mean, you're looking for a job?
- Yes, sir.

Stretching the point, I suppose
you could call us shore based.

Like to join
the Underwater Working Party?

Yes, sir, I would, sir.

Good, I'll fix it officially later.

You said we were short-handed, Knowles.

Well, we've got two new ratings.

And you're lucky, we've also got a
Chief Petty Officer in charge of training.

Very lucky, sir.

Is it all right, sir,
about my not being able to swim?

Chief, this man wants to be
a diver and can't swim.

That's nothing to worry about, sir.

Some of the best in the business
can't swim a stroke on the surface.

- You leave him to me, sir.
- Right, Chief, you're in charge.

- Get them into their quarters.
- Aye-aye, sir.

Party, 'shun!

Left turn!

Quick... Wait for it.

Where are their quarters, sir?

Their quarters?

Ah, Miss Masters. Slight problem.

The Underwater Working Party
has no roof over its head.

Oh, yes, it has, I've just arranged it.

You're in luck, every modern
convenience and a nice view of the sea.

- Well, where is it?
- I'll show you.

- Follow me, gentlemen.
- Party, quick march!

This bastion was named after
Captain Jumper of HMS Lenox.

He was one of the first men ashore when
the British captured Gibraltar in 1704.

If you ask me, he'd have done better to
stay on his ship and mind his own business.

Proper little bastion, isn't it?

Watch your language, Fraser,
ladies present!

It does open, really.

Here we are.

All modern conveniences
and a nice view of the sea.

Well, it may be a bit primitive,

but it was
one of the last two places on the rock.

I'm not surprised. What was the other?

The old prison.

The electricity's laid on
and it's got running water, look.

- Are you all right?
- Yes.

Better turn it off, Miss,
before you blow up the rock.

- Sir?
- Yes?

- This dog, sir.
- What about it?

Well, it's a bitch, sir.

And, well...

Look, sir.

Good, we'll train them to smell
out Italians. And that cat, too.

- Don't tell me she's got kittens?
- No, Sid, just fleas.

Make a nice present for the Chief.

- You must come and have some tea sometime.
- Here's a pot, sir.

- Proper little home from home.
- Thank you, Chief.

Don't you worry, ma'am, a little
elbow grease, four willing volunteers,

we'll have this place
shipshape in no time. Right!

Volunteers for scrubbing out
and decorating. You, you and you.

Come on, get weaving.

And you, foster mother,
come on, let's fall in there.

Party, 'shun!

Now, you two animal lovers,
painters and scrubbers.

Remain at 'shun. About turn!

Quick march!

Wakey, wakey!

Rise and shine! Come on, let's have you!
Come on out here, come on!

You should have started PT
ten minutes ago.

Get up. What's the matter with you,
rigor mortis?

Wakey, wakey! Turn out!

Come on, Thomas.
You'll never learn to swim in there.

Wakey, wakey. Come on.

- Good morning, sir.
- What's good about it?

Right, your commanding officer's
set an example, so look lively there.

Morning, papagayo!

Get out in that lovely sunshine!

Get a wriggle on!
What do you think this is, a rest home?

Cor, blimey, Thomas, what
are you doing in that bath, drinking it?

Everyone out! And when I say
everyone, I mean everyone!

Squad. Squad, 'shun!

Now then.

Physical training isn't
just for your big muscles.

It's to get your big heads working,
as well.

Right, mental coordinate
and exercise number one. Arms bent!

Now then, when I say, "Arms upward,
stretch!” I want you to stretch them down.

Arms upward, stretch!

Now, what's the matter with you?
Stiff neck?

Shake your head.
Do you hear anything rattle?

- No, Chief.
- I'm not surprised.

All right, put your arms down.

Now then, you've got to keep fit.

Diving training starts tomorrow.

Squad, feet astride, jump!

Deep breathing exercises commence. In!

Hold it!

- I thought we'd been trained.
- Out!

Not by a Chief Petty Officer.

Squad, 'shun!

Double march, 'shun!
Left, right, left, right!

Knees up! Up, up, up!
Come on, get them up.

Up, up, up!

Forward!

That's very good, sir.
Just another half hour.

About turn!

Thanks very much, sir. Now we've
got only one club left in Gibraltar.

Party, halt!

Prepare to lift weights. Down!

Up!

Look, boys,
I don't want them up next week.

I don't want them up tomorrow,
I want them up today.

Stand aside, Seaman Knowles.

Down! Up!

Here we are, boy.

Come on, Fraser boy. Come on, hurry up.

As soon as Fraser gets down

he'll tell Thomas to come up
then you two go in.

If you've got anything to say to me,
say it, don't look it.

Look, Chief,
I'm all for a bit of practice

but Rattler and I were diving
operationally last night.

For three hours, Chief.

- What's your first name, Knowles?
- You know that, Sid.

All right, Sid.

You and Rattler have done enough dips

to know that it's not just
a matter of going for a swim, right?

Aye.

I've known divers who've done
twice as many as you. More.

Thought they knew it all.

Too grand to take a refresher course.

And what happens?

One day they're in a hurry,
forget the drill.

Get excited, make too much effort,
carbon dioxide poisoning.

Kills them just like that.

Just a matter of discipline,
like everything else in this life.

And now that I know your first name,

I don't want to have
to write it on your coffin.

Are you with me?

Aye, whatever you say, Chief.

Jolly good swim, youngster!

Chuck him a penny, boys!

We're in the wrong outfit, mate!

Join the navy, learn to paddle
at the expense of the government!

All right, all right.

Now, just you remember this,
the Royal Navy got you out of France

and when the time comes that same
Royal Navy will take you back again.

And in the meantime,

you'll have your bottoms examined
by that same Royal Navy

and, what's more, you'll like it!

- What are you looking at?
- The British divers.

They are wearing themselves out
looking for mines which do not exist.

It's very funny.

Good, excellent.

Now it's the water boat again.

I am the water boat.

Why you look at me for mines?

I have no mines.

Every day, I go to Algeciras for fresh
water and bring it back to Gibraltar.

That is all I do. Algeciras-Gibraltar.

Gibraltar-Algeciras.

That's exactly why we have
to search you, Miguel.

Every day you make me late.

It is not my war. I am Spaniard!
I'm neutral! I protest!

- All clear forward, sir.
- See you manana, Miguel.

Why doesn't General Franco take Gibraltar
and give it to the Japanese?

Tonight, they will have real work to do.

Look at that.

Ammunition ships for Malta,

but tonight they will be
anchored over there.

We are still waiting
for chariot warheads, Rosati.

But you are all good swimmers.

And mines can do a lot
of damage to ammunition ships.

- Did the others all get clear?
- We are the last.

There we are, that'll make
your tea taste much better.

Now, wait a minute, son.
Drink it slowly.

Here we are, Rattler.

Just what the doctor ordered, eh?

Come on, Jock.

You get that inside you.

There we are, sir.

Two days' rum ration in there.

Thanks, Chief.

Bloody murderers!

- Thomas?
- No, it's best not to talk to him, sir.

Takes some like that the first time
they've been in action.

Quite a first time.

Three ships sunk.

But you and the boys
saved the rest of them.

I wouldn't call that a defeat
in any language, sir.

Here's the transport, sir.

All right, boys.

I'll look after the kid, sir, you get on.

Come on, my son.

Up you get.

We're going home.

Left, right, left, about turn!

Now, swing those arms!

Hands on top, look to the front!

About turn!

Cor, blimey.

Bloody pongos?

Left, right!

Excuse me, mate.

About turn!

Look, mate.

I've got one officer and
four ranking divers in there

and they only had two hours' sleep.

Swing those arms!

- So, I'd be very grateful if you'd be...
- About turn!

I said I'll be very grateful

if you'd be kind enough to find somewhere
else to run the Aldershot tattoo.

Platoon, halt!

You would, chum?

Yes, chum, I would.

All right, chum.

You tell me when they wake up,

we'll send them
afternoon tea and biccies.

Thank you, chum.

- Platoon?
- Shhh!

On the command, dismiss,
fall in 200 yards down the road.

Dismiss!

- On tip toe!
- Shhh!

- Sorry, chum.
- All right, chum.

Don't worry, chum,

we'll fit them with silencers next year
for the benefit of the Royal Navy.

Look!

Underwater Working Party,
Jumper's Bastion.

Chief Petty Officer Thorpe speaking.

Yes, I saw it, sir.

Lieutenant Crabb?

Well, he's still asleep, sir.

- Well, I don't like to wake him, sir.
- What's going on?

Hold on a minute, sir,
he's just coming, sir.

- The Duty Officer, Naval HQ, sir.
- Yes.

An aircraft just crashed in the bay.

It was taking that Polish
General Sikorski back to England.

- They want you to go...
- All right, I'll talk to him.

Crabb here.

Right. We'll get going at once.

They found the General's
body on the surface

but his briefcase is still
down there in the aircraft.

It's full of official papers.

We've got to get it before it's
washed up on the Spanish coast.

The lads are pretty tired, sir.

I want them all fully equipped
and down at the breakwater in ten minutes.

- That's an order. See that it's done.
- Yes, sir.

All right, boys. Everybody up.

All right, Thorpe.

- Full astern.
- Stand by.

Just about here, sir.

Stop engine!

We'll go down to the wreck of the old
troop ship and start from there.

The aircraft shouldn't be far away.

- All set?
- All set, sir.

We failed. I'm sorry.

Rosati, come and eat something.

In every battle...

someone must win
and someone must lose.

- You did your best.
- I lost two of our best men.

And someone must die.

It's not your fault.

Listen, Rosati, it's over.

There are other things to think about.

After this morning, the enemy will know
for certain that we are working from here.

- But they don't know how.
- No!

And they mustn't find out!

The British 8th Army is advancing
along the north coast of Africa.

Very soon they will land
another army, over there,

in Morocco and Algeria.

And the two will meet.

And that army, or the great part of it,
will sail from Gibraltar.

Unless we are able to stop them.

- What are you going to do?
- Ask for men.

Chariots, warheads.

And then, like the British...

wait.

Wait.

Wait!

Wait.

Wait, that's all I ever hear. Wait!

It's six weeks since I sent
in my report about that aircraft.

And what's been done about it? Nothing!

Except that you type 500 letters

and the navy has changed
back into blue uniform.

Crabb?

Shut the door, will you?

I sent your report to the Admiralty.

They point out that the Algeciras
is neutral territory

and that the Spaniards
are certainly not assisting the frogmen.

Therefore, no action can be taken except
on the highest government authority.

And, of course,
it is a perfectly correct decision.

But the danger, sir.

I am quite as much aware of it
as you are, Crabb.

In fact, even more so.

The next convoy due in here will probably
be the most important one we've ever seen.

- The invasion force for North Africa, sir?
- I didn't say that.

I said, the most important one
we've ever seen.

- When, sir?
- Quite soon.

The Allies aren't prepared
to invade Spain for you, Crabb,

but they will expect that convoy
to be protected from underwater attack

whilst it is in Gibraltar.

Any questions?

No questions, sir.

- Right, carry on.
- Sir.

Well?

OK?

All clear, chum.

Impossible!

- What is this?
- All clear in here too, Miguel.

All clear outside, all clear inside.

You searched my cabin!

Already, I'm late! It's too much!

I'll complain to my government,
I'll complain to the Red Cross!

I've brought you a Christmas present,
Miguel.

Real Scotch.

Christmas?

Is not Christmas for two months?

Better take it. You might
all be blown up by then.

Here's one for you, Admiral.

This is straight, on my level?

Right on your level, amigo.

To thank you for letting us
search your ship so often.

Amigo, good man.

Rule Britannia!

Scotland forever!

We drink, huh?

I thought you were late.

- We are late?
- Si.

So? We will be later.

- Arriba Espana!
- God save King George!

- Viva Franco.
- Viva Roosevelt!

- Amigo.
- Amigo.

Ole'!

Olé!

- Hey, Miguel.
- Senor Crabb.

How much would you charge

to take me from here
to Algeciras in the morning

and bring me back
to Gibraltar in the evening?

- Do you understand?
- Si, si. Excuse me.

I've got to speak to you, sir.

Don't look so worried, Thorpe.

I'm only going to pop over
to Algeciras with Knowles

and find out how
the 10th Flotilla operate.

What's wrong with that?

You haven't asked permission
from higher authority, sir.

And you'll forgive me for saying so,

I'm not prepared to let you go
under those circumstances.

- Oh, aren't you?
- You're my commanding officer, sir,

and I wouldn't like to
see you get court-martialled.

What the...?

King's regulations and Admiralty
instructions clearly state

that any officer
acting without prior authority...

Damn it, Thorpe,
don't quote the book at me.

I'm going and you're not stopping me.

I wasn't intending to, sir.

But you must ask permission first.

You know, as well as I do,
I'd never get it.

I didn't specify get it, sir,
I'd just said ask for it.

Of course, you must put
your request in writing

and then you got to see that
the bloke it's addressed to don't get it.

See what I mean, sir?

- No.
- Never mind, sir.

What time does the water boat
leave for Algeciras tomorrow?

- 12:45.
- 12:45. Right.

Now then.

In the morning, you make a written
application to the Admiral as follows.

Message begins.

"I request permission
to make a day trip to Algeciras

to investigate activities
of the Italian 10th Flotilla.

Knowing how busy you are,
and in view of the urgency in this matter,

I shall assume that unless
I hear to the contrary by 12:45,

permission has been granted
and I shall proceed accordingly."

Message ends.

Mark the envelope "Urgent and Immediate"
and send it by hand, sir.

- Whose hand?
- No names, no backdrop, sir.

Help!

Help!

I may be able to speak a bit
of Spanish, sir, but...

Well, how do I look, sir?

Absolutely terrible.

Fine! You look like a real Spaniard.

That's very encouraging, mate.
We're supposed to be Swedes.

Can you suggest a good place
for us to have a drink, Miguel?

Try the Café Estepona.

Everyone go there.
All kinds of people, eh?

I leave at six. I do not wait.

We're coming alongside.
I must be on top.

Good luck, amigos!

What does he mean, sir,
"all kinds of people"?

We'll soon find out.

Don't forget, I can only speak Swedish.

We'll have some
very interesting little chats.

- Feel the difference?
- What, sir?

No war. It's another world.

Certainly is, sir.

- Buenos dias.
- Buenos dias!

That's not what I meant.
Keep your mind on the job.

- Sorry, sir.
- Look!

There we are, sir.

Café Estepona.

Right, you handle the Spanish.

If anyone's listening, we talk gibberish,
otherwise English.

Keep a look out for anyone
that looks like an Italian.

Cigarette, sir?

You idiot!

Sorry, sir, never took
a course in espionage.

Germans!

Proper little hotbed of conspiracy,
isn't it?

Look, sir!

Can't you keep your mind...

No, no, not that, sir, look at his arm.

The tattoo.

Italian!

Quick. Drink up. We'll follow him.

Pull your sleeve down!

Look like sailors going
back off shore leave, sir.

The way he was kissing that girl,
I'd say they've been here some time.

A scruffy looking lot, sir.

Doesn't look much like
the 10th Flotilla to me.

I don't suppose we look
very much like the British navy.

They're going aboard that tanker.

Let's go and have a look at it.

Look at that.

Must be interned.

What do you think is in those
drums they're hauling?

Diesel oil, probably.
We'll know in a minute.

Diesel oil, just like you said.

We've drawn a blank, sir.

Those drums could be fixed.

The oil might be in a tube

and the rest of the drum
packed with something else.

Wishful thinking, sir.

Wishful thinking, was it?

Did you see their faces?

Blimey, sir, there's a lot more
than diesel oil in that drum.

We've got to find out what's
going on on that ship.

Get aboard, sir? They'd stop us.

I didn't say we'd go aboard.

How long can you hold
your breath underwater?

Lovely voice, hasn't he, sir?

We'll take it in turns, so do short dives.

The one on the surface
keep a look out.

I want to check the whole hull
right up to the bows.

The water boat leaves
in half an hour, sir.

I don't fancy spending the night here
even with old Caruso to sing me to sleep.

I'll go down first.

Pull yourself along the waterline
and keep your head down.

Sorry, sir, couldn't see
nothing out of the ordinary.

Right.

I'll take the last dive.

Take it easy, sir.

I've found it, a damn great hole
under the bows.

What?

There must be a sealed compartment
inside. We've got to get in there.

If anything goes wrong,

you make a dash for it,
get back into port, right?

- Yeah, but what about you?
- That's an order, Knowles.

- Aye-aye, sir.
- Ready?

Come on.

My God!

How clever and how simple!

Of course, no one ever sees them.

They go through that hole

and they never break surface.

I'd like to blow up one of these things.

Come on, we've got to find out what's
on the other side of that bulkhead.

You were right about these drums, sir.

Filled with machinery
and explosive for warheads.

- We've got to get out, sir.
- Quiet.

They're coming in here, sir!

Go on, into the water!

They've gone! Come on!

It was like a gigantic factory
carved out of the whole of the ship.

Tomolino must have designed it and
they built it when Olterra was interned.

The Spaniards
knew nothing about it and nor did we.

Well, let's also accept that now
we know how and where they operate.

And... Well, what do we do next, sir?

I suggest you instruct your Chief
Petty Officer on how to ride a bicycle.

Delayed messages are something
I learned about as a midshipman, Crabb,

and I don't like them.

Sorry, sir.

If ever you try to send me another one,
I'll have you court-martialled, clear?

Yes, sir.

- Can I carry on now, sir?
- No.

Have a drink. You've earned it.

Thank you, sir.

Sorry, I am in the wrong rig, sir.

I told you that the next convoy due here

would probably be the most
important one we've ever had.

The first part of it arrived today.

They'll be here tomorrow
and tomorrow night.

On the following day, they'll
be joined by the second and larger part.

On the day after that,
the whole lot will sail.

At least, I hope the whole lot will sail.

Clear?

Yes, sir, but...

You have given me very
valuable information today

but your job now
is to protect this convoy.

I don't think they will attack it tonight,
they're not prepared for it.

But tomorrow night and the night after.

- Any questions?
- No, sir.

Good.

- See to it.
- Sir.

Crabb?

Most of the ships that came in today
are supply ships, tankers and so on.

The main part
of the North African invasion force

gets here the day after tomorrow.

Thanks for letting me know, sir.

I wish we could
attack that convoy tonight.

Be patient, Rosati.

Can you get all the new warheads
assembled by tomorrow?

- They'll be ready.
- Good.

No wonder he kept on at us to get
that blasted Italian chariot working.

- Look at him.
- He's going to test it tomorrow.

Always said it'd come in useful one day.

Particularly the warhead.

I'm not with you, Sid.

Ah, but you weren't with us
in the old Olterra either, mate!

Or you'd know what he's thinking about.

Instead of sitting here
waiting to be attacked,

it'd be a ruddy sight easier to pop
over there to Algeciras in that thing

and blow them all up.

Oh, but he explained about that.

I mean, Spain is neutral.

We must obey the laws
of International Procedure.

Hand me that depth charge, will you?

I mean, we're still
civilised men, aren't we?

There now, that should make a nice
old mess of anyone I drop it on tonight.

Good luck, Rosati.

It's the worst part of it, this, sir,
waiting.

- Think they'll come?
- They'll come.

- Get me another set!
- Aye-aye, sir.

Go and have a look under
that tanker over there!

You take the stern, I'll take the bow.

It's a pleasure, sir.
Much quieter down there.

Good boy!

Get on the boat with that set!

You've got to keep clear
of the other tanker.

What the hell for?

They're getting her out of it
before she catches fire from this one.

Get yourselves over there, Chief!
I'll see you over there!

Aye-aye, sir.

Get ready to dive, Sid!

There's plenty more of them.

We shan't finish this job till morning.

He'll be all right.
We'll save his leg. Don't worry.

I telephoned Jumper's Bastion.

The rest of your men are quite safe.

They're sleeping now.

Thanks.

You ought to get some rest too,
you know.

No one can go on forever.

We'll have six chariots
and warheads serviceable by this evening.

This time there is no need to give
you details of the target.

You have done well, Rosati, all of you.

Very well.

But if we can cripple
that convoy before they start...

that'll be the biggest prize of all.

Haven't you got any work to do?

Nets repaired, sir.
Depth charges all ready.

It'll be dark soon, sir.

She works, Chief.

I've just tried it, she really works!

Do you know, they can see
those ships as well as we can?

And last night will be nothing
compared to what will happen tonight.

- I've got to do it, Chief.
- All right, sir.

You and Knowles get aboard that chariot,

sling the warhead under the Olterra,
blow it up.

Yes, just before their chariots leave her!

Making sure this convoy
does not get attacked.

Very necessary, sir.
Nothing wrong with it.

- Except I haven't permission to do it.
- You said it this time, sir.

All right, Thorpe.

Good luck, sir.

Come in.

I know it's late
but I must see the Admiral.

He's visiting the command ship of the
invasion force with the Chief of Staff.

- Well, when will they be back?
- Not for two hours at least.

He's asked me to take
these letters up to his house.

It'll be too late by then.

They'll be come...

You're expecting them
to attack again tonight, aren't you?

They know what those ships mean.

Not far to go
and nothing to stop them.

Easy meat.

You must be very tired.

Don't take too many risks.

Why should I?

It could become a habit.

I'm still intact.

You have a lot of friends,
a lot of people who like you.

Whatever happens,
whatever you decide to do,

remember that, won't you?

They must be under the net by now.

They'll probably surface in the bay
and then submerge again for the run-in.

Hope our own patrol boats don't spot them.

With a warhead on the bows of that chariot,
it will be too bad if they do.

We'll stay on the surface
as long as possible and save oxygen.

What are you laughing at, Knowles?

The Admiral's on one of those ships.

We could alter course
and ask his permission to carry on.

If we're gonna get sunk, we might
as well be sunk by the enemy.

We'll be ready to go at nine o'clock.

Good.

There she is,
we'll be there in five minutes.

You stay on the chariot,
I'll fix the warhead.

I've set the fuse to short delay.

- Right?
- Right, sir.

Diving now.

Here are the letters
and those are the latest signals.

Thank you.

Anything important happen
whilst I was away?

No, sir.

Except that Lieutenant Crabb wanted to see
you urgently but he couldn't wait, sir.

Oh. Make him an appointment for him
first thing in the morning, would you?

Yes, sir.

You might deal with these,
then you can carry on.

Thank you, sir.

- Goodnight, sir.
- Goodnight.

- Ready, Celloni?
- Ready.

The chariots will go first.

Then the divers.

Stand by, everybody.

We're diving in one minute.

Alarm!

Party, 'shun!

We've just received a signal saying

that you've been awarded
with the George Medal, sir.

On behalf of myself,
Leading Seaman Knowles,

Able Seaman Morgan and Fraser,

and Ordinary Seaman Thomas,

our heartiest congratulations, sir.

You all deserve a ruddy medal!