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Spring 1942

Hitler's U-boats wreak havoc
in the North Atlantic

sinking over 1000 Allied ships
and threatening to destroy the supply line

from America to England. Unable to
crack the new U-boat radio codes,

the Allies struggle blindly
against the German onslaught.

Enemy speed eight.
Angle on the bow, sixty.

Mark is set.

Depth is set.

Range five hundred.

Set torpedo speed.
Thirty-five knots.

Spread shots from tubes
one and four!

Tubes one and four ready.

Spread shots...

Fire!

Torpedoes running.

Great shot, Captain.

We broke their back, Gentlemen.

Fast screws! Bearing 180!

A destroyer!

Down to ninety meters.
Both motors full ahead!

All hands forward!

Seal torpedo hatches!

Starboard rudder twenty.

Rudder at twenty.

Check all hull openings.

Come about.

Passing 200 degrees.

Forty-five meters.
Fast dive, Captain.

Both hydroplanes, please.

Steady at 220 degrees.

Contact drawing right.

Port engine stop.

Port engine has stopped.

Port engine halfback.

Depth charges!

Hold on! The Tommies are
crapping all over us!

Careful, that's fuel leaking!

Stop that leak!

She's dropped to 120 meters, Captain.

Blow all tanks! Surface! Surface!

Everything clear.
Lookouts to the bridge!

Diesel room! Answer me!

I need a damage report, Hans!

They're all dead, Captain.
All our mechanics.

The Chief Mechanic, the fat kid,
the whole engine crew. All dead.

Port exhaust hatch broke.
Port diesel is flooded.

Crankcase is full of seawater.
Starboard diesel...

seized two days ago.

- What about my batteries?
- Damaged. 300 Amps bow, 200 stern.

It's useless!

We have only enough power to dive
and maybe maneuver around a bit.

Thank you, Hans. Pass the word
to conserve electricity.

- Radioman!
- Captain?

To Berlin: Location 85-32.

Both diesel engines out of service.
Electric motors only. Send help.

There he is. Hey, Andy!

Where you been?
It's an all-hands function.

I want you to meet Joanie.
This is Andy Tyler.

My best friend.
We went to Annapolis together.

- Nice to meet you.
- I got you one of Larson's stogies.

- To our navy's next sub skipper.
- Thank you.

Lieutenant! Gonna hoist up a few beers
with the enlisted boys later?

- You got it, Griggs.
- All right.

Mr. Tyler! Mr. Tyler!

My mom's visiting.
Do you want to meet her?

Sure thing, Trigger.

That's the lieutenant I was talking about.

Lieutenant Tyler!

Hello there, Prudence, Louise.
Mrs. Dahlgren, Captain.

Where's your date, Andy?
It's not like you to arrive stag.

I'm afraid I couldn't get one
on such short notice, ma'am.

Captain, could I have a word with you?

Certainly. Darling, will you excuse us?

Be right back.

I didn't get my boat.

I know.

With all due respect, there's only
one way that could've happened...

and that's if you withheld
your recommendation.

That's right. I just
don't think you're ready.

What do you mean, I'm not ready?

Sir, I have worked my tail off on the S-33.

I'm qualified in every area and then some.

No executive officer
has higher marks than I do.

You're just not ready
to take on a command of your own.

Now I've made my decision. it's done.

Mr. Tyler. How you doing, sir?

- Having a good time?
- Hell yeah, Chief.

- How about you?
- I'm looking forward to getting underway.

I'm a sea dog. Need some salt, sir.

He torpedoed me, Chief.

Nine months aboard the S-33...

doing the best job I know how.

Doing everything once
and then doing it again...

just to make sure
I didn't miss anything the first time.

You'll get your chance, sir.
There's other commands in the Navy.

You knew?

Didn't warn me.

It ain't my place, sir.

Club's secured! Time to go!

Let's go. Get out. Everyone out.

Come on, let's go.

What's the meaning of this, Sergeant?

- Are you the senior man?
- That's right. I'm the XO of the S-33.

These men have a 48-hour liberty pass.

No, sir, not no more.

What the hell are those yard birds
doing to my boat?

Looks like a goddamn Nazi submarine.

Hey, Andy. This is a fine Navy day.

They wouldn't give me five minutes to
consummate my marriage. Five minutes!

- What's going on here?
- Hell if I know. Put your cover on.

Yes, sir.

- Mr. Tyler, call the crew to quarters.
- Aye, Captain.

Quarters! Everybody fall in!
Let's get in formation now!

Let's go! Now! Formation!

Prepare crew three.
Muster with first lieutenant.

Prepare crew three.
Muster with first lieutenant.

Captain, all crew members present
and accounted for, sir!

Very well. At ease.

I'm sorry your liberty's been cut short,
but our schedule's changed.

We have two hours to get stowed
for sea and set the maneuvering watch.

Sir Larson, have your torpedo men
load the tubes with their four best fish.

Sir Emmett, warm up the diesels
and line up a battery charge.

Sir Tyler, we have dry stores...

ordnance and perishables
to get below decks.

Gentlemen, it's our turn.

That's all.

Attention!

Aye, Captain.

- Crew dismissed!
- You heard the man! Store his load!

You got six seconds to get on your
boondockers and dungarees and turn to!

- Is this for real, or is it a drill?
- "It's our turn," what does that mean?

What about our liberty pass?
What's going on?

I don't know, but I'm gonna find out.
Get your jobs done now.

All off-going duty officers,
report to the dock...

Captain Dahlgren, could you fill me in
on what's going on, sir?

We're obviously not going
to the Caribbean station.

No, we're not.
We're going on a special op.

You'll be briefed with Mr. Emmett
and Mr. Larson once we get underway.

- Aye, sir.
- Andy, listen.

I'm gonna need the very best
from you on this run...

regardless of any differences
you may have with me.

Are we clear on that?

- Yes, sir.
- Good.

Now, go find Radioman Wentz and
quietly escort him to the materiel office.

Mr. Tyler. How are you, son?

I'm fine, Admiral Duke.
What brings you up here?

He does. That's Lieutenant Hirsch.
He's going to be riding your boat.

You're not working for Sublant on this run.
Mr. Hirsch has operational control.

He's the boss. Anything he wants, he gets.

Fine.

Is this him?

I understand your family
comes from Koblentz.

Good Rhine farming folk.

You understand me, Mr. Wentz?

Yes, sir.

Can you speak passable German?
Can you read and write it?

Or are you just a farm boy with
a German name?

I am just a farm boy. One who can read,
write and speak quite well.

I studied German at Brown University
before joining the war.

Thank you, Wentz.

- He'll do.
- Thank you, Wentz. That's all for now.

Lieutenant, prepare the boat
to get underway.

Aye, sir.

Admiral.

Mr. Tyler, please,
don't tell the other guys I'm half German.

They'll hate me.

Yeah, sure thing, Wentz.

Prepare crew three.
Muster with first lieutenant.

Prepare crew three.
Muster with first lieutenant.

Duty Officer Lane to the paint shop.

Duty officer to the paint shop.

You all right, Mr. Tyler?

Tiptop, Eddie. Tiptop.

Wanna thank you for that liberty pass.

My girl thanks you, too.

You're a good man, Mr. Tyler.

Heart's in the right place.

Just need to give it some time.

Yeah, I heard about what happened to you.

That's one of the advantages
of bein' seen and not bein' seen.

You'd be surprised some of the shit
we mess-doers hear.

Boy, don't go droppin' my eggs.

Damn.

Excuse me, Mr. Tyler.

Look, all you gotta do is pick 'em up
with both hands, boy, both hands!

Tyler!

When the hell were you gonna tell me?
I hear this from the chief.

What do you want me to say?
He shit-canned me.

Now you're gonna transfer to another boat.

Excuse me.

Either of you tell me where
I can find the exec?

Yeah, that's me, Mac.
Move your truck. Unload here shortly.

You'll unload it now. Here's the manifest.

- Get those crates below decks.
- Who the hell are you?

Marine Major Coonan,
Office of Naval intelligence.

I'm goin' to sea with you boys.

That's my luggage.
You got a problem, talk to Mr. Hirsch.

Clear!

Cast off all lines forward!

- Cast off forward!
- Take in all lines aft.

Cast off aft!

Rudder amidships, all ahead one-third.

All ahead one-third!

Bridge hatch shut.

Engine room, secure the diesels.
Shift propulsion to the battery.

Secure diesels,
shift propulsion to the battery.

Main induction indicates shut.

- Green board, skipper.
- Very well.

Passing the 100-fathom curve.
On course, on time, sir.

Engine room reports secured diesels,
propulsion switched.

All ahead two-thirds.

All ahead two-thirds.

Mr. Emmett, take her down.

Make her depth 150 feet,
10 degree down bubble.

150 feet, 10 degree down bubble.

Chief of the watch, sound the dive alarm.
Pass the word to 1MC.

- Open the main ballast tank vents.
- Aye, sir, passing the word.

Dive, dive, dive.

Sir, main ballast tank vents indicate open.

- Aye. Both planes dive 15 degrees.
- Both planes dive 15 degrees.

All clear!

- Decks awash.
- Decks awash. Aye, Sir.

First time on a submarine?

That's right.

Sixty feet.

Lower the scope.

Captain, engine room reports minor
flooding from shaft seals and brine pump.

- Bilge is at 18 inches and rising.
- Very well.

How deep does this thing go?

She'll go all the way to the bottom
if we don't stop her.

Normally we try not to get below 150 feet.

Any deeper,
the leaks overwhelm the pumps.

These S-boats are antiques...

older than most of the crew.

100 feet. Aye.

Excuse me, Mr. Emmett.

Put a pipe patch on
it, lash it with marline.

Yard can fix it when we get back to port.

Yes, sir.

Relax, gentlemen.
She's old, but she'll hold.

Last night, at 0300 hours...

a British destroyer reported depth
charging and sinking a German U-boat.

However, some time thereafter...

Allied direction-finding stations
triangulated a coded enemy radio signal...

to this position
here, near the chopline.

We believe the U-boat was disabled,
not sunk...

and is drifting eastward
on a four-knot current.

Now, French resistance reported
a resupply submarine...

sailed from the Lorient U-boat pens
yesterday afternoon...

with engine parts and mechanics.

We believe it's gonna rendezvous
with the disabled U-boat.

On board that U-boat is this.

TOP SECRET

- A typewriter?
- An Enigma code machine.

It allows the German navy to communicate
with its submarines in secret...

and our inability to decipher
their messages is costing us this war.

Mr. Coonan?

All right, this is basically
a Trojan horse operation.

The S-33 will rendezvous with the U-boat,
posing as the German resupply sub.

I'll lead a boarding party dressed...

in Kriegsmarine uniforms
to the enemy submarine.

We will take it by force
and secure the Enigma.

German survivors will be transferred
to the S-33, and the U-boat scuttled.

The German resupply sub
will arrive at the rendezvous...

and will assume that the U-boat
succumbed to its wounds and sank.

The Germans must never suspect
we have the Enigma.

- That is vital.
- So it's a race.

- Yes, effectively.
- Who's the boarding party?

Since you're the XO, you, sir.

Mr. Emmett, Mr. Larson, Mr. Hirsch
and nine of your ship's company.

The captain, of course,
will remain on board the S-33.

Mr. Coonan, our boys
are submarine sailors, not combat marines.

The boys on board that U-boat
are sailors, too.

Your men will be ready, Lieutenant.
I'll train them myself.

You've come to the right boat.

Okay, Chief. Let's give it a test.

You said you could repair engines?

Captain, I apprenticed in my Uncle's
garage, fixing scooters.

I need a mechanic!

Ahoy! Friends!

Stop! We have many wounded!

Take us prisoner, please!

What are they saying, Captain?

Give us a hand!

They desire to be our guests.

Impossible. Shoot them.

Standing orders of the Führer.
We will not pick up any survivors.

If they are found, they will report
our position with much eagerness.

Get on with it.

Give us a hand!

We have no...

I'm telling you, she was hotter
than Dorothy Lamour and better built.

- Really?
- Yeah.

I could tell she was interested,
but she was classy, you know?

The type of girl that wants you
to take her to a country club dance.

Yeah, like you've ever been
inside a country club.

Hey! Like I'd even want to, all right?

Anyway, I can see
I'm not getting anywhere with her...

so what I do is, I use my secret weapon.

I tell her about the S-26.
Does the trick right away.

Don't be talking about that
while we're underway.

- Why? What happened with the S-26?
- Yeah, what happened?

- You guys don't know?
- No.

She was running a test dive
down off Norfolk.

Shaft seal failed.

She sunk to 400 feet.

Know how much water pressure
there is that deep?

Mazzola, you will be the first one
eating powdered eggs on this cruise.

Keep it up, you hear?

Come in.

This is our position, Captain.
We're still bucking some pretty heavy seas.

I estimate us to be about three hours
behind schedule.

I gave orders to run at flank speed
and hold off a trim dive...

- until we make up the lost time.
- That's fine, Lieutenant.

You're a first-rate XO, Andy.

A damn good submariner.

I know the men like you.

I'd give my life for any one of them, sir.

I know you would.
I'm not questioning your bravery.

The question is: What about their lives?

You and Mr. Emmett are good friends.

You went to the academy together.

Would you be willing to sacrifice his life?

Or what about some
of the younger enlisted men?

You know, a lot of those guys
look up to you like a big brother.

You willing to lay their lives on the line?

You see? You hesitate.

But as a captain, you can't.

You have to act.

If you don't,
you put the entire crew at risk.

Now that's the job. It's not a science.

You have to be able to make hard
decisions, based on imperfect information.

Asking men to carry out orders
that may result in their deaths.

And if you're wrong,
you suffer the consequences.

If you're not prepared
to make those decisions...

without pause, without refection...

then you've got no business
being a submarine captain.

Tell Mr. Hirsch
I'd like a word with him, would you?

Aye, sir.

- More soup, Captain?
- Thank you.

I wish I was going with you, gentlemen.

I feel the same way you do, Carson.

Gentlemen, I'd like to propose a toast.

To the officers and crew of the S-33...

and our distinguished guests,
Mr. Hirsch and Mr. Coonan.

- Success, gentlemen!
- Success.

- Captain Dahlgren, sir?
- What is it, Wentz?

Chief says we've picked up
a radar contact at 070?

Very well. Mr. Larson?

Signal lamp off the starboard bow!

I see it.

Pass the word along:
Submarine sighted off the starboard bow.

- Stand by to man battle stations.
- Aye, sir.

All right, here we go. One last time.

Lt. Tyler's raft gets from the conning
tower aft. My raft gets the gun crew.

And no one, no one
shoots till I shoot first.

- You read me?
- Yes, sir.

Outstanding. Lock and load.

It'll be all right, son.

Captain, I estimate the German resupply
sub has a 14-knot speed of advance.

My latest plot puts them
at 12 hours away, sir.

Very well, Mr. Larson.

Captain, the boarding party's ready, sir.
Await your go-ahead.

I put her low in the water.

I wanna give that U-boat
as little silhouette as we can.

- Sir?
- Prepare to disembark the boarding party.

Aye, Captain.

If this thing goes south...

I will blow that Nazi boat
right out of the water.

- Understood, sir.
- Very well.

All set, Captain.

Now you listen to me.

You get them their damn trophy
and get the hell out of there.

- Aye, sir.
- The boys are gonna be fine.

I know they will, sir.

Good luck, Andy.

Godspeed, skipper.

Our comrades have brought us fresh
eggs, bananas and even our mail.

Easy, Mr. Hirsch. We're almost there.

We'll bushwhack them real good.

All right, we got 12 men topside,
three on the bridge...

four on the foredeck, five aft.

Now remember: Both rafts need
to be tied up before we move.

Jesus H. Christ. They got machine guns.

Steady, gentlemen.

Wait for the signal.

Ahoy!

Mr. Hirsch.

Ahoy! Welcome.

Have we got a job for you.

Mr. Hirsch.

- Hello the boat, you asshole.
- Shut up.

Goddamn you, Hirsch, say something.

Which of you are the mechanics?

We're all mechanics.
And we're all very skilled.

We'll have you underway before dawn.

Ahoy!

Who wants this junk?

Pornography and dirty letters
stinking of French perfume.

A sack of pure shit.

I should throw it overboard.

Welcome aboard.

- Let's go!
- Board this thing! Get out of the rafts!

Repel Boarders! Alarm dive!

Conning tower! Move, move!

Clear the conning tower now!

Another one there!

- Griggs is hit!
- Get him off!

- Move, move!
- Trigger, on the back!

Griggs!

We gotta get inside!

Chief, Tank, come down now!

Ready?

Quick, open it! Fire!

Tyler, let's go!

Inside!

Cover your men! Go, go!

Don't let 'em close it.
Don't let 'em close it!

Flood all the tanks!

Let's drown these vermin!
Move your asses!

Faster! Take her down, down!

Two, three, four, five. Shut it.

Let's go. Go! Get down! Go!

Go, go!

Get off him!

Don't move. Get back, get back!

Just drop it. Drop it!

Get 'em out of here.

- Did they hit you?
- I'm okay, sir.

Stern team, go! Bow team, go!

I'm out of clips, sir. You go ahead.

- Rabbit!
- All right, get 'em out of here.

Get 'em out of here! Let's go!

Get down! Down, down!

All right, who's the captain?

Who's the captain? Kapit?

How about you, ugly? You the captain?

Trigger, if anybody moves, you shoot 'em
right in the forehead, understand?

- Yes, sir!
- All right.

Hirsch, we got it.

- Down there!
- Down!

Rabbit, check the bilge for a scuttling
charge. Give me your weapon!

- Move, sailor, move!
- Aye, sir!

Goddamn it, stay there.

- Hirsch, I think we got the code books!
- That ink's running. Dry it.

It's water soluble.
Yeah, use the blankets, use the blankets.

Nothing but pipes and valves, Mr. Emmett.

Bow compartment secure.

Bunch of Marys.

How you doing?
You're number 10. There you go.

You having a good night?

You ain't gonna be none
too happy you lost this boat.

Lucky number 11, let's go!

It's your first time
looking at a black man, ain't it?

Get used to it.

Let's go! Get over here!

All right, hurry it up.
It's gonna be sunup in an hour.

- Fuse is burning, sir.
- All right, she's burning!

Let's get this raft loaded!

Let's move!

Sir, we got all the prisoners
transferred to the S-33.

Very well.

Hey, Andy.

Make sure you got everything!
Get it in the raft!

Get everything below decks. Let's go!

Everybody, below decks! Get down!

- Chief, take her down!
- Aye, sir!

- Let's go, Hirsch!
- The Enigma!

Trigger!

Grab hold!

Trigger!

Attaboy!

Got it!

Help me! No!

- We gotta get out of here!
- There's still men in the water.

- Let's go!
- There's still men in the water.

Go!

Andy!

Go!

Dive!

Dive!

Take her down!

Dive!

Tyler, let's go!

- Chief, you find those vents?
- Everything's in German!

Rabbit, get to the torpedo room.

Where's the goddamn 1MC?
Trigger, get on the helm!

- Mazzola, take the planes!
- Aye, sir.

- Wentz, what about these?
- I don't know.

There's no label! Okay, those
are the aft ballast tanks vents!

These are the mid ship vents,
and these are the main induction valves.

Make sure they're shut.

Tank, I need speed!

Get the screws turning.

The lights are on,
so there's got to be some power left.

I can't read this!

Find out how many fish are
in the tubes and figure out...

how to launch 'em! Go!

I can't read this!

Go help Tank, Hirsch. Go, Hirsch!

Find the Christmas tree.

We've gotta make sure
there's no holes in the boat!

"Klar. "Wentz, what the hell is "klar"?

"Klar" means "clear."
All compartments secure.

White for green? No holes in the ship!
Dive the boat, Chief!

- Opening ballast vents!
- Opening mid ship valves!

Opening mid ship vents!

This is forward trim, aft trim.
These are auxiliaries.

Main motor. Auxiliary, auxiliary.

This is in meters. Everything's in meters.
Passing 15 meters.

Recommend shutting main vents!

Make it so! Get in the sound room.
Let me know what's out there.

Yes, sir!

- Take depth 20 meters.
- Depth 20 meters, aye.

- Chief, take the dive!
- I have the dive.

At 20 meters. Bow planes at zero.
Control your depth with the stern planes.

Bow planes at zero.
Controlling depth with stern planes.

Oh, shit. All ahead full, sir!

Batteries are flat and draining fast!

Mr. Tyler, I hear the S-33 breaking up.
Wait.

I hold a submerged U-boat, 010?

Real close. Less than 1,000 yards.

Goddamn resupply sub.
What's our heading?

280? sir!

All right, right full
rudder! Steady on 010?

Aye, sir! Right full rudder.
Steady on course 010?

Tank, starboard back full.
Rabbit, get back to me.

Starboard back full. Aye, sir.

- Watch your depth. She'll squat.
- Rabbit!

We got four fish. Tubes are flooded.

But I can't open the doors
until I'm equalized.

- I can't find the valve!
- Wentz, help Rabbit!

Enemy submarine close aboard.

Torpedo in the water.
Torpedo in the water!

Belay that. Wentz, stay where you are!

Hirsch, hotfoot it to the torpedo room!

- Helm, mark a head every 10 degrees.
- Aye, sir.

- Now passing 320?
- Turn, baby, turn. Turn!

Equalizing valves. Holy shit!
What's what? This is crazy!

I can't equalize the tubes!

- What do you need?
- Equalizing valves!

Equalizing valves!

- Gyro!
- No.

- Drainage!
- No!

Now passing 000?

Swing, you bastard, swing.

Chief, stand by in case
we have to flood forward trim.

- Impulse?
- No.

- Differential! Pressure differential!
- Turn 'em, yes.

- Which way?
- Counterclockwise.

Torpedo missed. It's in our baffles.

Two more torpedoes in the water!

Best bearing to the U-boat: 010?

Rabbit, get ready to fire a spread.

Tubes one and two. Zero gyro. Fire!

Rabbit, fire!

What's going on?

- What is that?
- Wrong one! The fish is stuck!

- We missed an interlock.
- Get those fish out before they blow!

- Look for "impulse air" or "firing air."
- That one's "impulse" there!

One, two, away.
Lining up tubes three and four.

Three and four, fire!

All fish running hot, straight and normal.

I think they all missed, sir.

Shit.

U-boat's breaking up!

I hear bulkheads collapsing.

The 33 boat, Mr. Tyler.

Let's take her up and look
for survivors, Chief.

- Give me some rise on the planes!
- Rise on the planes.

Deploy main ballast!

Oh, crap.

Help!

Help!

Please! Help!

Help!

Do you speak English?

English. Do you speak English?

What's your rank?

What do you do?

What's your job? Your job.

"Job."

You're an electrician. Good.

You can help us squeeze more juice
out of them batteries.

Sir, I see the skipper.

Battery's dead.

Whatever juice was left we used up
when we maneuvered.

What about the diesels?

Starboard's a wreck.
We need the dry dock to fix it.

Port side diesel's the good news.

Whoever the Krauts had on it
didn't know a piston head...

from his sister's titty.

I think I can fix it.

Okay, Tank.

- Do what you can.
- Yes, sir.

All right. Listen up.

We've decided on a course.

We're headin' for England, Land's End.

It's the closest, besides occupied France.

Rabbit, how many torpedoes do we have?

Just one. It's in the stern tube, which is
busted, bleedin' air from somewhere.

- Sir?
- Yeah, what is it, Trigger?

Can't we just use the radio?

Fire off a mayday and wait for a rescue?

That's impossible.

If we transmit, the Germans will
direction-find our position to a grid...

with their missing two U-boats.

If they even suspect we have the Enigma,
they'll change their entire coding system.

And that would completely negate
the purpose of our mission.

Mr. Tyler...

if we head for England...

we're gonna go straight
through the western approaches.

He's right. I mean,
that's Jerry's backyard.

- Listen, guys...
- It's full of U-boats.

And we've got nothing
to defend ourselves with.

Do you think I got all the answers here?

Think I know how we're gonna
get out of this? I don't.

I don't know how.

- I say we use the radio.
- Nobody asked you.

- We use the radio and take our chances.
- I said can it.

- It's what the captain would have done...
- Captain's dead.

This is crazy.

This whole thing is crazy.

Riskin' our lives over a typewriter.

- It's not a typewriter.
- The hell it ain't.

- It's got buttons like a typewriter.
- It's not.

Whatever it is,
it's crazy we get killed over it.

The Navy says it's important,
it's important.

The Navy says it's more important
than you, him, me, fine.

We're gonna die trying.

And that ain't crazy. That's our job.

What I don't understand, Chief,
is how come you're not in charge?

Scuttlebutt is Dahlgren was kicking Tyler
out of the Navy anyway, and...

You stow that shit right now, sailor.

Lt. Tyler is your commanding officer,
and you will respect that man as such.

- Do you understand?
- Yes, Chief.

Look at them sons of bitches.

You know my pop was a fisherman?

He had this old 60-footer
he'd run all over the gulf.

Noisy two-stroke diesel.

Rotten to the gunnels, that thing.

I could scrub that deck three times a day,
and it still stunk like fish.

And I swore I'd never skipper
a boat like that, Chief.

I saw myself standing on the bridge
of a battleship.

A real sea captain.

Mr. Tyler, permission to speak freely?

Of course, Chief.

This is the Navy...

where a commanding officer
is a mighty and terrible thing.

A man to be feared and respected.

All knowing, all powerful.

Don't you dare say what you said
to the boys back there again...

"I don't know."

Those three words will kill a crew
dead as a depth charge.

You're the skipper now...

and the skipper always knows
what to do, whether he does or not.

- Aircraft off the port bow!
- Shit!

Real sorry, sir.
It dropped right out of the clouds.

Rabbit, Trigger, stand by the flak gun.

Sir.

It's German.
Looks like long-range reconnaissance.

What the hell's it doing way out here?

- Jesus, here it comes.
- All right. Sit tight.

As far as he knows, we're all playing
on the same team. Everybody wave.

Wave?

Sir, we're sitting ducks.
We could blow 'em out of the sky.

We miss, he's gonna radio us in.

That plane's gonna be
the least of our problems.

This is crazy. You're gonna get us killed.

He's coming around. He's coming around.

He's attacking! Rabbit, do something!

Shut up. Rabbit, ignore him.

Do something!

He's coming at us!
He's coming right at us! Do something!

- Acknowledge me, Parker!
- What are you waiting for?

- Shoot him!
- Parker, I'm ordering you!

Do not fire that weapon!
Get your finger off that trigger!

Pull the trigger! Pull the trigger!

We're gonna die! Do it!

Come on! Goddamn it, can't you see him?

What the hell are you doing?

This is not a goddamn democracy!

Mr. Tyler, I see a mast on the horizon!

Shit! That's a Nazi destroyer.

That plane must have been runnin'
a recon screen for it.

Clear the bridge!
Chief, secure the diesel and dive the ship!

Dive the ship! Aye, sir!

We don't have a green board.
The engine room's not ready.

Vents won't open, we lost hydraulics.

Tank, secure the diesel
and rig the engine room for dive!

Tank, acknowledge!

Goddamn it! Mazzola,
go see what the hell's going on back there.

Drop it, you Nazi son of a bitch! Drop it!

Goddamn it.

I'm real sorry, Mr. Tyler.

Took me right off my feet.

Listen to me.
You've got to secure the diesel.

And find out why the vent valves
won't open. Now!

- Yes, sir.
- Goddamn it!

Eddie, get this son of a bitch out of here.
Chain him to the bunks.

Make sure his hands and feet are secure.
Put him into submission!

- Lieutenant, we have a problem!
- Take care of it, Eddie.

Oh, shit.

Tell Tank to finish those repairs.
The destroyer is sending a launch.

He needs five minutes, Mr. Tyler!

We don't have five minutes, Chief.

Lieutenant, the deck cannon,
if we fire a shell below the water line...

It wouldn't do a goddamn thing.

No, that tub could take 100 shells.

What we need is a working torpedo,
which we do not have.

Trigger, stand by on the flak gun.

On my order,
turn that launch into driftwood.

Yes, sir.

Gonna find out who we are
in about 60 seconds.

Trigger, ready on that weapon?

Chief, tell Tank he has one minute...

and get Wentz and Rabbit up here
with the machine gun.

What happens when
they find out we're not German?

After they shoot us as spies,
they'll radio into headquarters.

They'll tell them
the Enigma's been compromised.

What if we take out their radio,
before they can notify anyone about us?

- How?
- With that deck gun.

It's gonna be one hell of a shot,
but we can do it.

Then we dive like hell,
and we get under them quick.

We lure 'em a little bit closer to the
continent, in range of Allied air cover.

- Then we call in an air strike.
- Yeah, we call in an air strike.

Son of a bitch cut off pressure
to the hydraulics.

Let's find the stop valve.

Damn!

See that structure topside
with the big antenna sticking out of it?

- Yes, sir.
- That's the radio shack.

You, Wentz, get on the deck gun.

On my command,
put a shell right through the porthole.

- Get to it, gentlemen. Get to it.
- Yes, sir!

Hello, Gentlemen.
Give us a hand with the lines.

What are they doing?

Something's wrong.

Tell them to go away, Mr. Hirsch.

Back to the ship!

Talk to me, Rabbit!

Deck gun manned and ready
in all respects, sir!

Fire!

Clear the deck!

Get to the forward gun!
They're firing on us!

Who, sir?

The submarine.
They've blown up our radio tower!

- All right.
- Come on!

Dive! Dive!

Come on. Why aren't we diving?

Repairs aren't complete, sir.

Eddie, man the planes.

- Tank, all ahead full.
- Aye, sir!

Manning planes!

All ahead full, aye!

Nice shot, Rabbit. That radio is history.

Come on.

- We're heading right towards them.
- That's right.

Their deck guns can't get to us
if we're in close enough.

Let's hope we can dive and clear her keel.

That's it.

Hydraulics restored!

Thank you, Tank.
That did it. We're going under.

Passing five meters.

Passing ten meters.

Fifteen meters.

Twenty meters.

Trigger, left full rudder.

Tank, all ahead two-thirds.

Contact maneuvering.

Heavy cavitation.

- Splashes.
- Shit.

Short intervals.

Prepare charges.
Set depth twenty-five.

Step away from that bulkhead, Mr. Hirsch.

The shock wave from one of these
explosions can snap your spine.

Chief...

you ever been depth charged?

Once, off Murmansk...

back in World War 1.

One charge came so close, it rattled
four teeth out of the skipper's head.

Wasn't even close.

Control, starboard e-motor's seized up.

- The German must have sabotaged it.
- Goddamn it.

There's no way we make it to Allied
air cover creeping along on one shaft.

Eddie, help Chief.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Chief, I got that.

Tank, you alive back there?

Yes, sir.

Good. Port ahead two-thirds.

Port ahead two-thirds. Aye, sir.

Tank...

can you fix the stern tube?

I don't know, Mr. Tyler.

I don't want an "I don't know."

Can you fix the torpedo tube? Yes or no?

Yes, sir. I think I can.

Thank you, Tank.

Chief, make depth 160 meters.

That's more than 500 feet.

Take us down, Chief.

Aye, sir.

160 meters.

Twenty degrees dive, both planes.

Twenty degrees dive, aye, sir.

Mr. Tyler, sir...

do you plan on going up
against a destroyer...

with only one fish in the tube
and a busted motor?

Yes, I am, Eddie.

- How wise is that, Lieutenant?
- Not very.

But have a look. Chief.

There is no way a 2-knot submarine...

can get in firing position against
a 30-knot destroyer unless we go deep.

At 160 meters...

we can shoot out some junk
from the forward tubes.

It will resurface and
create a debris field.

The destroyer will go to the center
of that debris field...

shut off its engines to be quiet...

and do an acoustic search
to make sure we're dead.

But we're not. See, we're here...

on our way up to periscope depth.

All right, principle of ascent velocity.

Our positive buoyancy pulls us up
and away from the destroyer.

And when we surface,
we'll be showing it our ass at 700 yards.

That is a perfect setup for a stern shot
on a stationary target.

Boom. It don't get much prettier than that.

All right, Mr. Tyler.

Passing 130 meters.

Very well.

Rabbit, I need you to load Mazzola's body
into tube three...

and put an escape jacket
on him to make sure he floats.

Want to shoot him out like garbage?

His body is gonna save our lives.

I'll say a few words for him.

Hirsch, go with Rabbit.
Eddie, can you man both planes?

Yes, sir.

- Tyler.
- Yeah.

If you can't take out that destroyer...

the danger is not
that some of us may die.

It's that some of us may live.

These men have seen and heard things...

that must not be revealed to the enemy.

Our secrets...

such as our radar capabilities...

and our understanding
of German encryption.

If we fall into German hands alive,
we will be tortured without mercy.

Either you succeed in sinking that ship...

or you must see to it
that none of us survive...

to be captured.

We commend his soul to God...

and commit his body to the deep.

Mr. Tyler, contact is zigging.

Splashes.

Contact getting closer.

More splashes.

Tank, line up to pump
engine room bilge to sea.

Yes, sir.

Rabbit...

fire the tubes.

'Bye, Mazzola.

They're setting the charges too shallow.

Secure that air valve!

Chief, what's our depth?

160 meters.

Zero the planes.

Splashes!

They're too close together!

I can't count them.

Chief...

take us to 200 meters.

We're gonna get under these damn things.

Chief...

take us to 200 meters.

Aye, sir.

Making my depth 200 meters.

Ten degrees dive, both planes.

Ten degrees dive. Aye.

170 meters.

Tank...

what's the status
on the stern torpedo tube?

There's a couple things wrong.
I can operate the muzzle door...

but I'm still working
on the impulse air.

180 meters.

Mr. Tyler, depth gauge back here
says 180 meters.

Thanks, Tank. I know.

Keep working.

190 meters.

200 meters.

- Zero the planes.
- Zero the planes, aye.

Mary, mother of God.

Those Krauts
sure know how to build a boat.

Chief, take us up!

- Slowing negative! Planes full rise!
- Clockwise, Hirsch!

- Rabbit, help me out!
- Go! Go!

Chief, are you seeing this?

Needle's off the scale!
We have to blow main ballast tanks!

Do it, Chief!

- She's still going down!
- Ballast tanks are bone dry!

I'm gonna try the trim tanks!

Come on, come on!

She's going up! She's going up!

Mr. Tyler, we're coming up.

But I've lost control of the ballast tanks.

I can't stop our ascent.

Where are we with the stern torpedo?

Piping's damaged.

There's a break in the air line,
so there's no pressure to launch a torpedo.

I tried to bypass the leak,
but it's way back in the bilge underwater.

There's no way to reach it. I can't fit.

- Can somebody else get to it?
- I don't know.

Maybe somebody smaller.

That's Rabbit or Trigger.

Coming up on 200 meters.

You gotta pick one.

Trigger.

Trigger, lay aft with Tank.

Move it, son. You got a job to do.

See, we got no air pressure
to fire the torpedo.

One of these pipes is busted
and leaking air.

- How am I gonna find it?
- You'll see bubbles coming out. Lot of 'em.

Find the isolation valve aft of the leak
and crank it down.

- Got it?
- Yeah.

I rigged this hose
so you can breathe through it.

Now listen to me. As soon as
you finish, you get out of there.

- Okay?
- Yeah.

I can hear her.

Making slow turns.

She just stopped her screws.

I think they see the debris.

I think they're buying it.

180 meters.

Chief, can you slow our ascent?
We are not ready.

Can't, sir.

We got a one-way ticket topside.

If we surface without
a torpedo to fire, we're dead.

There are two air leaks.

I got one, but the other's too far back.

I need some more slack
on the hose to reach.

- That's all there is.
- Shit.

150 meters.

I hear Morse code.

What the hell is it? Are they signaling us?

What's it saying, Wentz?

"I am U-571. Destroy me."

Coming up on 90 meters.

Sir, she's started her engines again.

No go, Mr. Tyler. He can't reach.

Trigger, in one minute we're gonna hit
the surface. Do you understand me?

Now you've got
to go back in there and try.

I wouldn't ask if our lives
didn't depend on it.

- Sorry, sir. Can't reach it.
- No, Trigger.

Now listen to me.

You can reach it, and you will.

- Now you are gonna close that valve.
- I can't!

You're the only chance we've got.

Now you're gonna go back down
in that bilge...

and you're gonna do your job, sailor.

Report to me the instant
that torpedo's ready to fire.

Yes, sir.

Thirty meters.

- Talk to me, Wentz.
- Destroyer is underway.

Steady bearing.
They're closing our position.

Shit! Come on, Trigger!

Twenty meters.

Hold on. We're gonna surface.

Raising scope.

Got her.

She's heading right for us.

- Helm, come right 10 degrees.
- Aye, sir!

- Watch your bow planes.
- Aye, sir. Watching my bow planes.

Tank, start the diesel. All ahead full!

Port diesel ahead full!

Shit, they've got us bracketed.

Incoming!

We're hit!

- Wentz, get in here!
- Eddie, secure that hatch!

Tube still not ready!

- Request permission to abandon ship!
- Not yet, Chief.

Control, aft torpedo ready in all respects!

Hold us here.

- Hold us steady right here.
- Steady on bearing 80 degrees!

Fire!

Tank, fire right now or we die!

Come on, come on.

Torpedo!

That blew them right in half.

Hell, Mr. Tyler, if you
ever need a chief...

I'd go to sea with you anytime.

Thank you, Chief.

Tank, you okay?

Trigger drowned.

That kid didn't give up, did he?

Neither did you, Mr. Tyler.

We can't keep her afloat much longer, sir.

Let's abandon ship.

Mr. Tyler.