Das Boot

Both planes steady at zero. Level at 60 metres.

Is it getting louder?

Seems constant. Ahead of us.

2-8-0.

Two hundred and eighty... Thirty-five...

Drawing further ahead, 2-9-5.

- Left full rudder. - Left full rudder.

Rudder is left full, sir.

Steer due north.

- Deeper, chief. - Bow planes down 15. Stern up 10.

Pump 200 litres forward.

All ahead one-third.

200 metres forward, chief.

Both main motors indicate ahead one-third.

Now it gets psychological, friends.

Check torpedo tubes!

Check torpedo tubes!

For God's sake!

Easy. Easy, guys.

This is nothing.

Kill unnecessary lights.

- Kill lights. - Kill lights.

Silent speed.

Both main engines at 50 rpm.

Both engines indicate 50 rpm.

Contact coming closer, 0-5-2 degrees, starboard bow, closing.

Closing fast.

Midships.

Both main engines full ahead. Right full rudder.

Both main engines indicate full ahead. Right full rudder.

Coming straight for us, sir.

He knows what he's doing. Deeper.

Bow down 20. Stern up 5.

Destroyer coming nearer. Almost above us now.

- Deeper, chief, quick. - Stern up 10.

Don't be afraid.

It's only the pressure.

Deeper.

Stern up 15.

Pump out 250 litres.

Come on, hurry!

Tighten this flange! Hurry up!

Bring her up 150 metres, chief!

Forward 20! Stern down 10!

Come on, Frenssen, quickly!

Come on, tighter, Frenssen! Hurry!

Get the damn thing tightened!

Depth-gauge hull valves secured.

Both planes are eased to zero.

Level at 150 metres.

Becoming louder.

She's turned around, 0-5-5.

Go on, get it over.

Contact closing fast.

They're above us.

Just above us.

Contact fading to starboard.

Twenty-two.

Twenty-three.

They are far away.

Contact receding aft.

Can barely hear it.

Now?

It has passed us by.

I think that will be all this time.

Silent speed.

Both main engines silent speed, 50 rpm.

Both main engines indicate 50 rpm.

- All compartments report damage. - All compartments report damage.

All compartments report damage.

From my private collection.

- How does it look in the engine room? - It's smashed up quite badly.

- Be able to patch her up at sea? - Already started.

Be sure and make it good, chief.

I've got a feeling we're going to see some action.

Nothing?

Waited over an hour now.

- I guess we've frightened them off, sir. - Don't be so sure.

He could have stopped and is still there waiting...

to surprise us when we try to surface.

Not dumb, the British.

Stay on silent speed. When it's dark, we'll surface.

- Aye, aye, captain. - I guess we'll see.

Captain.

Thanks.

- What's the light like up top? - It's dark. Sun set two hours ago.

Prepare to surface, 30 metres.

- Thirty metres. - Bow planes up 15, stern planes up 5.

Ninety.

Eighty metres.

Seventy.

Sixty metres.

Fifty.

Coming up fast.

- Sound check at 30. - Planes at zero. Stern down 3.

Level at 30 metres.

Well?

- Come to periscope depth. - Come to periscope depth.

Bow up 3.

- Surface. - Bow set to blow.

We made it.

We have returned from hell.

If only your mother could see you now!

- What's he doing here? - I don't know.

It's the cylinder head gasket. Probably just a loose bolt.

Can you tighten it?

We got a call from U-48.

- We'll talk about it. - Yes. I'll be there right away.

- Do we have to turn in off? - Yes, lieutenant.

Cut it out! All this damn noise!

I got bad news, guys.

What's up now?

Our soccer team is losing.

Five to zero.

Not a chance of making the finals now.

It can't be! I just don't believe it!

Weather forecast, very low pressure.

Wind speeds up to 150 to 200 kilometres per hour.

Heavy disturbance, resulting from interaction between...

subtropical and polar air currents.

This means a storm.

Drop them.

You dirty little boy. Crabs.

A whole army of them.

A winkie like yours, they'll eat it down to the bone.

Give them a blowout with the gunpowder!

Excuse me, lieutenant.

Needs a shave, this meat does.

What are those things crawling about on your eyebrows?

Pardon?

A case for the medic, I'd say.

Crabs, by the look of them.

- What's wrong? - Are you joking?

When the creatures begin to surface, it's the fifth stage.

You know, I'm certain we'll meet a British convoy.

Too bad. Berthold stopped communications.

Headquarters are waiting as well.

They want him to report his location.

Now this.

North Atlantic interferences.

Couldn't be worse.

Well...

At least we're showing you a good time.

Okay, guys, get that stuff into the torpedo room.

Hey, you two, give me a hand.

Move it. Don't fall asleep.

- Boatswain. - Yes, lieutenant?

- Do you know where the medic is? - In the bow compartment, lieutenant.

- Come on in. The more the merrier. - The crabs got you too!

Hey, lieutenant, got your swimsuit on?

Oh, darling, that's divine.

Are you looking for your camera, lieutenant?

Hoist the sails, the wind is blowing.

At least we don't have to deal with airplanes in this shitty weather.

It's a hard life at sea, huh?

Not if you took it lying down.

What's the matter, lieutenant, still can't find your camera?

Lieutenant!

Lieutenant, watch yourself, sir.

- What? - Take it easy! Calm down!

Have you gone crazy or something?

Guess what. Have you heard the latest?

Our Dufte is tying the knot.

- Lord help the stupid pig! - You're such a mean bastard!

I thought he only jerks off!

They should stick you in a zoo and mate you with a chimpanzee.

Here are pictures of the beautiful Fräulein!

- Let me see. - Where did you find them, asshole?

Asshole!

Are you really fucking this broad?

- I've got a great idea. - What?

How'd you like to take a swim in this weather?

Can you swim at all?

These boats are built to take it.

A real storm on a sailing ship. You should try that sometime.

You hardly feel a thing down here.

- Captain? - Compass.