This is Captain Hoffman.
Reporting for duty, Commander.
Allow me to introduce Criminal Inspector Forster from the Gestapo.
Your log book. This is where your heroic story will be recorded.
- Pleased to meet you. - Likewise.
- You're French? - No. German.
They say you're sailing tomorrow.
I have to go. If not, I'll be court-martialed.
Shortly before 10:00 p. m., a woman will show up. Give her that.
I am supposed to give you something. From Frank.
He sent me. I'm his sister.
You've got something for me?
You've got something for me! Give it to me!
Police!
Out there we 're on our own.
There's only one way we will prevail. Together!
- Take her out, First Watch Officer. - Harbor stations!
- Would you come with me, please? - Why?
The woman got caught with this on her last night. Black market morphine.
First question: Is she buying or selling?
Please translate my question.
The morphine. Are you buying or selling?
Second question: Small bottle, small offense.
Why shoot a police officer because of something so trivial?
And where did she get the gun from?
Why did you shoot a police officer? Where did you get the gun from?
Duval's certain that there was someone else present. A woman.
Ask her, who else was there.
You've been seen with someone.
Who was this?
Ask her again.
Who was this?
You got me into deep shit. You fucked everything up!
What did she say?
They'll be coming!
Until they have what they want!
Bitch!
Excuse me, please.
Are you alright, Miss Strasser?
What did she say?
Viendront... that's a declination of venir... to come?
They'll be coming... until they...
have what they want.
Really?
The morphine, did she have it on her when she got arrested?
Why?
Because I'd like to understand.
She bought it from somebody or she was trying to sell it.
That's at least what Duval thinks.
We'll find out. There's always a trail. And she'll talk.
You think?
No. I know.
Sir.
Any radio messages?
Not yet, Sir.
I hope you had enough time to say good-bye to your sister?
Good.
Well...
Gentlemen!
Strelitz, position?
210 miles north-east of La Coruna. Course two-eight-zero.
Still nothing from Lorient?
Time for another drill.
Corvette, zero three five, two thousand four hundred yards,
angle-on-the-bow, port two zero.
Sir, with all due respect, the men have...
Speed 18 knots.
Target course?
One-five-five, Sir.
Course recommendation for counter-attack two-five-three.
Make ready tubes one and two.
Not again!
Come on, assholes! Get up!
Put the bunks away, hurry up!
Get going, you lazy bastards.
Rig ship for dive, Chief!
Rig ship for dive!
Flood tubes one and two. Go, go, go!
Matthias, let's go!
Coming down.
Go, go, go, go!
- Conning tower hatch closed. - Rig buoyancy vents.
Aft buoyancy vent rigged.
Both central buoyancy vents rigged.
All buoyancy vents rigged.
Cycle the vents.
- Number one tube flooded. - Good!
Number two tube flooded!
Open the outer doors on tubes one and two.
The ninth drill in 10 hours!
One can't expect to be able to do something in war
that one hasn't learnt in peacetime!
What the fuck are you talking about?
- Forget it. - Shut the fuck up then.
Outer door number two tube is open!
Outer door number one tube is open!
Good!
Tubes one, two ready.
Prepare one torpedo for reloading.
Best time so far?
Four minutes 20, Sir.
We can do better, right?
Periscope depth!
Fifteen degrees down on the bow planes. Zero degrees on the stern planes.
Prepare one torpedo for reloading.
Fuck! For the third time! Let's show the old sweat! Come on, let's go!
Okay, now lift it!
Pull! Pull!
Let's do something different, gentlemen.
Fifteen degrees down on the bow planes and keep it!
Müller, keep bow planes 15 degrees down!
Chief, hold periscope depth!
Bow planes jamming 15 degrees down!
E-engines half speed, blow cell five! All hands astern!
Faster, faster, faster!
Go, go, go!
Come on! Faster, you bloody slowcoaches!
What the heck are they doing now?
- What's the time? - I don't know!
I bet we make it below four!
Just to show this slave driver!
I'm fine with below 4:20!
Below four! Crate of beer in the next harbor!
Bet's on!
Damn it! Pull it back! Go! Back down, front up!
We're too deep!
One meter up!
Twenty degrees up on the stern planes.
Stay calm, Müller.
Stay calm.
Boat has been oscillated.
She's dancing on tiptoes, like a ballerina!
Come on. Matthias, let's go.
Secure it!
Secured!
- Secured! - Secured!
The torpedo is, but the CO isn't!
Torpedo ready to reload, Sir.
3:58, gentlemen.
Well done, Müller.
- Sir. - You all did a good job.
God damn it, that was hard work!
You should not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain! Asshole!
You owe me a crate of beer.
Take it down again.
Rig for surface.
Sir?
Radio message from Lorient!
Proceed to naval square Bruno Fritz seven one!
Report our position naval square Bruno Fritz five eight
to submarine command.
Aye, Sir.
Time required until reaching the theater of operations?
Twelve hours at full speed, Sir.
Enough time for some more drills.
The purpose of a drill is to test the men under pressure.
Without pressure, there's no test.
But I think that...
you know this, First Watch Officer.
Right?
Gentlemen, this is the Captain speaking.
We are going on intercept course to an Allied Convoy heading south-west.
Yeah!
I repeat: We 're going on intercept course.
Full speed ahead.
You'll take over, First Watch Officer.
Well.
Maybe he's like his father after all.
His father was a Captain, not a slave driver.
We'll find out soon enough how he is under pressure.
What are you doing here, Emile?
Wrong question. What is she doing in prison?
Who?
Who? Jacqueline.
Somebody tipped the police off.
The church...
only we knew about it...
the U-boat man...
and you.
Nobody else.
He must have talked.
Frank Strasser?
They certainly found the morphine on her.
What do you think? How long will it take the Germans to find out about you?
She stole it.
- No idea, how. It's as simple as that. - I need more.
- Everything you got. - No.
Tell Miss Monroe it's over.
No more morphine.
And now get out of my office.
The patient in room 17, you have to change...
Hello.
- Who are you? - My name is Simone.
I'm his sister.
What's your name?
Nathalie.
You two are together?
He didn't tell me.
Where is Frank?
Gone to sea. He had no choice. Orders.
Last night he sent me to meet a woman. To make an exchange.
I don't understand why.
Please, leave.
I think it's about morphine.
- Is Frank an addict? - Leave! Please!
You have to help me! I need to understand.
- Yes, please? - Are you the new girl?
- Frank is in danger. - New girl?
What can I get you, mister?
- You have to help me... - Will you join me in my room?
- Darling, what's going on here? - You've got great lips.
Leave me alone!
What's wrong with you?
- Come with me to the room. - She's mine!
French slut!
Monsieur Duval?
That's all I could get.
What if she talks?
She will talk at some point. Even her.
You can leave. But Luc, Marc, Claude and me... our families are here.
Still not talking.
Tell us about the morphine and it all stops.
You're not a drug addict either. No needle marks...
International Brigades?
Scream and you're dead!
Not one word!
Sit down!
Commander!
Sorry for interrupting your morning walk, but your presence is required.
Top secret orders from Berlin.
Good morning, Miss Strasser.
Good morning.
That was a rather unfortunate situation.
The prisoner was more forthright than I'd expected.
She's a communist.
What? A communist?
It's unlikely she acted alone. But whoever helped her,
I'll hunt them down.
It's my job to protect La Rochelle from these elements.
These are the people we're at war with. They are enemies of the Reich.
But they'll pay with their lives. Rest assured.
Is there something else bothering you?
Is it because of your brother? Frank?
You'd just arrived when he was ordered to sail out. Of course...
that's not easy for you.
My brother, my brother means a lot to me...
Criminal Inspector Forster...
Commander Gluck will see you now.
I'm coming.
You'll excuse me?
A secret mission?
Yes, a secret non-combat mission.
This comes directly from Goebbels' office.
They only need me for assigning a boat to this mission.
Propaganda?
That's why you're here. A political decision requires a political mind.
No offense. Our duty should be to sink Allied ships.
Starving out a nation of 60 million requires every single boat.
Here's the list of operational boats we could send.
What about U-612?
Hoffmann?
Why him?
Well, Hoffmann has low combat experience. You could spare him the most.
Think about his prestige.
If Goebbels wants something, it has to be big.
And what could be better propaganda
than the son of a hero becoming a hero himself?
If he succeeds you'll be in the spotlight too. If he fails...
he'll be the one to blame, not you.
That's what I call a political mind.
Quite a beast.
Do you see any escorts?
Destroyers?
No.
No escorts at the flanks.
Nothing.
Strange.
- How big is our pack? - Apart from us, another five.
Damn bright.
Make ready tubes one to four for surface firing.
Finally. Let's go, boys. Flood tubes one to four.
- Tubes one and three flooded. - Good.
Tubes two and four flooded.
Right. Open the outer doors on tubes one to four.
Tubes number one to four ready for surface firing.
Come to port to three-five-zero.
Full speed ahead. Attack starts.
Come to port to three-five-zero. Full speed ahead.
Radio message from submarine command.
Watch closely. Next turn is yours.
Torpedo speed 30. Enemy speed 16. Angle-on-the-bow,
starboard 90. Distance twelve hundred meters.
Fire one! Fire two!
Fire!
Isn't this easy?
Easy?
It's not easy, it's the reward for all the bloody hard work!
A nice salute to our enemies from our comrades lying on the bottom of the sea.
Corvette at two six zero degrees!
Alarm! Dive, dive, dive!
Alarm!
Go, go, go, go, go!
- All hands forward. Move it! - Go, go, go, go.
Faster, faster.
Watch where you're going, asshole.
Conning tower hatch closed. Take her down. 50 meters.
What about the torpedoes?
Just wait.
Torpedo one: 36, 37, 38, 39, 40.
Missed target.
Torpedo two: 53, 54.
A dud.
Fuck! A dud!
Reload! Let's go!
Don't you want to wait for further orders?
Shut up, we'll show these bastards.
Pull it over here. Close outer doors on tubes one to four.
Sir.
Radio message from submarine command.
Received it before the alarm.
We've got new orders.
New coordinates and a narrow time frame to get there.
And an additional order saying:
Avoid combat.
Abort attack!
What?
Tell the men to stand down.
We are attacking as a wolf pack.
Five of our boats are out there. They're counting on us.
Tell the men to stand down!
Aye, Sir.
Take her down. Eight zero meters.
Release safety.
Tube one closed.
Tube two closed.
Too far.
Safety released.
Stand down!
Have they lost it?
Coitus interruptus.
You think that's funny? Huh? You think that's funny?
Asshole!
Shit!
You don't have a choice anyway.
Homesick?
Who is that?
My husband. Raymond.
Dunkirk.
Sorry.
Let's hope that this won't happen to your brother.
What about you? Are you married?
Divorced.
The new laws in Germany made it easier.
If you feel so German, why are you here?
Why not in Berlin? Or Frankfurt?
Because I'm just a French woman there.
And here you're just a German woman?
Maybe not even that.
Never heard of such a thing.
Abort an attack with the target under our noses.
It's like sitting on the shitter and not having a dump.
New orders. Nothing you can do.
You know what we are now? A boat of coward faggots.
Where are we headed to now?
Tails: we head straight into a convoy. Like a wolf into a flock of sheep.
Heads: we win the war.
Tempting fate is bad luck, asshole!
What's up, snitch?
I'm no snitch.
Don't believe you, Frenchman!
Everything okay, boys?
Aye, Sir.
Sir.
Hey, I need to take a dump.
- You too? - Yes.
I had a friend, navigator on U-75,
who told me what a total bastard they had for a Captain.
Once he made them do thirty drills in one day.
Nobody dared to go to the toilet.
What a shitty situation... literally!
What's that?
Dried meat.
A specialty from home.
May I?
Not bad, right?
But don't tell anyone.
Do you know...
the difference between a pantry and a pussy?
Nope.
The pantry doesn't smack when you take out the sausage.
Do Not Fear the Depth by Captain (retired) Wilhelm Hoffmann.
Who told you that?
The driver of the Chief of Flotilla.
Hoffmann shot him himself?
He didn't wait for the firing squad?
Just a rumor. You don't want to believe everything you hear.
I'd believe it straight away.
That's how the world is. Them in the front, and us back here.
Cowardice in the face of the enemy. That was apparently the reason.
Well then, Hoffmann should have shot himself a long time ago.
Why us?
They can't just pull us out of an ongoing battle.
The other U-boats... it's just not right.
It's our duty to support our comrades.
My duty is to obey orders.
With all due respect one can pretend not to hear.
And then listen to what Lorient has to say later.
- Shit, sorry. - Damn it, Müller!
Sorry!
Remember Kretschmer, Schepke and Prien?
Prien.
The bull of Scapa Flow.
He was a real hero!
The three bet on who could sink the most tonnage on their next tour.
A bit of healthy competition between the Grey Wolves.
That's the sort of thing people love to read about back home, right?
But where were they six weeks later?
Kretschmer captured, Prien and Schepke both dead.
I don't really understand what you are trying to tell me, Sir.
If they wouldn't have played the hero...
they'd still be alive.
Gentlemen: cheers!
- Thanks. - Thanks.
If everyone just does what he feels like, we'll lose the war.
We'll get our chance. Just not right now.
Gentlemen...
to the things to come.
To the things to come.
Chief on bridge!
How are the engines running?
Great so far.
In fact, I should give daily lectures to these men about
what a miracle a VIIC U-boat is, from a technical point of view.
The Second Watch Officer tells me you helped design it.
'35-'38.
Designed parts of the diving plane.
Then you know each and every screw.
We'll certainly need your knowledge at some point.
Do you have any children?
A son.
He'd be nine years old now.
He and my wife died in an air raid on Kiel last year. They were burnt alive.
I'm sorry.
The crew and you, it will sort itself out.
They just need a bit of time.
- Christ! - Shit.
Always choosing the right time, bloody Brits. Hurry!
Let's get out of here.
Come with me to my shelter room, maybe we can find a dark corner there.
Jacqueline.
Carla sent me.
Jacqueline.
Carla sent me.
Take this.
Take it. That's for you. From Carla.
For you. You've got to do it.
Come on.
Jacqueline.
I can't.
What?
I can't do it.
Yes, you can! I--
You have to!
You do it.
What?
You do it!
Take it. Come on!
You do it.
Take it. Come on! I can't do it! I can't. I don't know how to do this.
I don't know what to do!
What?
Look. Here.
Shit.
Here.
There?
Yes.
Jacqueline.
Whiskey.
Oscar.
Tango.
Alfa.
November.
WOTAN.
That's our contact.
We've been running the engines hard. More diesel wouldn't hurt.
Alright.
Gigl, you'll take over for Müller.
Müller, get a jacket. You'll take care of the refueling.
A bit of fresh air would do you some good.
Aye, Sir.
Upwards!
We're good to go!
You're in command, First Watch Officer.
Your mission is highly classified.
You are to travel to these coordinates within five days.
You will liaise with a vessel and effect an exchange.
Any details have to be kept secret from the crew
except where operationally necessary.
There will be no mention of it in your log book or in any subsequent reports.
You will not engage with the enemy unless the success of your mission is at risk.
Understood?
I'd like to know what I am exchanging.
It's about this man.
Mr. Samuel Greenwood.
Take him aboard.
Two U-boats are missing. The scout U-boat and another one from the wolf pack Ozelot.
Now you're off the hook.
And nothing but a passenger steamer for just one guest.
Probably best for everyone.
Take him inside.
Plane at two o'clock!
Plane!
Stop refueling!
Cut hose pipes.
Alarm!
- Alarm! - On your stations!
Alarm!
Shit. Come on. Hurry!
Fuck.
Helmsmen to the control room! Now!
Come on, faster! Go, go, go!
Come on, move!
Take him to the Officers' Mess and watch him.
Go, go, go! Faster, faster!
Come on! Hurry up!
Alarm!
Come on, men!
Let's go. Move!
Alarm!
Cast off!
Faster!
Hurry up, Willy.
Go, go, go, go.
Man overboard! Man overboard!
Take the rope! Take the rope!
Got him! I need help!
Pull! Pull!
Got him!
Be careful!
Watch out!
Take his legs.
Got him.
Give us a hand!
Be careful!
Conning tower hatch closed. Rig buoyancy vents.