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Been running your mouth, ensign,|about boat matters?

Gentlemen, gentlemen.

As for the record player|going off,

well, yeah, that's strange.

But I don't think it calls for|a lynching party.

I think we should all|just take a deep breath.

...Conn, Brice.

Where'd you find it?

Make a hole!

Lieutenant, I was all set|to toss these pants,

then I noticed this, sir.

And these came from...

The half-dead guy, sir.

Must've been him|done that record player.

Wake him up.

I-I'm sorry.|I'm not quite sure...

Wake the German up.

Hello, "mein Kapitan".

Jesus.

It was me.|It was my idea.

I was the one who told him|not to speak.

She had him under our noses|the whole goddamn time.

Aah!

...Wait!|...I'll tell you.

I'll tell you everything.|His name is Ben Archerlift.

He's a downed aviator.|He's a patient of mine.

He's a prisoner of war,|and under the Geneva Convention,

he's entitled to|humane treatment!

He has a wife and family.

He wants to get home|just like you or me.

Everything will be all right.

You should've told me.

Maybe I was afraid you'd do|exactly what you've just done!

You should've told me|no matter what,

'cause your little secret nearly|cost every man here his life.

You had no cause.

Mr. O'Dell, the woman|is confined to quarters

for the duration|of the patrol.

If she asks to use the toilet,|you are to bring her a bucket.

Stumbo, clean up|that f***in' mess.

F***ing A-1, sir.

I'll be in my berth...

sleeping.

I just wanted to save one.

Just...

one of my patients.

Aaaahh!

Look,|it's happened twice now.

I don't think|that's an accident.

Somebody is up to something.

Well, just so you know, I've|walked in the wardroom before

and found a steward listening|to the record player

while he was cleaning up.

...Now, I wouldn't blame him...|...Unless he's...

...Hey, Champ.|...Hey.

How are those hydrogen levels?

It's almost 3% .

Chief says we need to vent|before long.

All right. We'll ride|surface tonight... 2100.

Is there something else?

Yeah.

I just can't believe it's one|of our own hands doing this.

I've been on the boat|seven weeks now,

and I know most of the guys.

I just don't believe|it's one of them.

...Who are you suggesting?|...I'm not suggesting anybody.

You know,|it's been a rough patrol.

Some men do strange things|under duress.

So just keep your eyes open.

Yes, sir.

Bright kid, O'Dell.

Get off.

Get off before it's too late.

Down here.

I-I was awake.

I wasn't dreaming.|I know I was awake.

Don't let them get to you.

I heard a voice. I heard it.

It's nothing.

Just ignore them, all right?|Claire, are you listening?

...I thought he spoke to me.|...Claire...

It wasn't his voice,|but he spoke to me.

Claire!

...Is this your idea of a joke?|...Claire, don't.

Have you got nothing better|to do at a time of war

than play games|with dead bodies?!

You are on thin ice...|real thin ice.

Wrap it back up...

for the last time.

We'll dump him|when we surface.

A bit more respect for the dead|might be in order, Mr. Brice...

from everybody|onboard this ship.

This is a boat|you're a guest on, not a ship.

Get off|before it's too late!

Hoag, are you pushing him up|or feeling him up?

I've got a dead kraut dick in my|face, and you're complaining?

Come on, Stumbo!

You need to turn around.

Oh, nice try.

Hoag told you, right?

Turn around.

So many left behind.

I want...

God damn it!

What the hell|are you doing, Stumbo?

...Stumbo.

I'm telling you, there's some|bad hoodoo on this boat.

That might've worked on|the female, Stumbo, but not me.

Look, f*** the brillo pad.|This ain't about her.

He talked to me.

Oh, wow.|...The dead guy?

...The dead kraut talked to me.|...Yeah, right.

Wow.

Did he talk to you|in English or German?

I guess it was English.

Case closed.

Prepare to surface.|Prepare to surface.

Be ready on all four engines.|Stand by to charge batteries.

Let's go. Come on.

Move it, move it.

Okay, okay.

The chief's gonna|skin us alive.

I don't care what he said.

I've just got to get out|of that room.

Well...

make it quick, all right?

Switching to night lights.

Coming up to periscope depth.

Lookouts, gun crews... stand by.

"1420 hours:

"Took periscope photos|of German sub-pent at Lorient

"before moving on|to areas north.

"O. M. I. Should be happy|with results.

"1550 hours:
Saw multiple|shipping targets,

"but passed on all.

"Men getting itchy|to come home...

With at least one kill. "

"0840 hours:
|Picked up three survivors

"from the Fort James British|merchantman and hospital ship.

Reportedly victims|of a German U-boat. "

Some tall grass out there.

Yeah, it's good skies,|though.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, we should be able to hit|a couple of sites,

affix our position.

Well done.

The sextant in my cabin.

Very well.

Is it possible|to see the...

Uh, talk to me later.

Mr. Coors, are we going to be|surfacing soon,

take on some fresh air?

...We're trying to.|...Any idea when that might be?

What are you doing here?

I-I wasn't comfortable|in my cabin,

what with the blood|on the walls.

You shouldn't be|in the skipper's cabin

without permission.

Well, I'll gladly ask him.

Mr. Brice is the skipper,|isn't he?

Lieutenant Brice is|the current C. O. Of the boat.

You need his permission|to be anywhere

besides your assigned quarters.

Now...

Sorry.

Motormac Jenkins|to the battery room.

Motormac Jenkins|to the battery room.

Screws kicking over,|starboard beam!

Emergency dive!

Emergency dive! Dive!|Flood negative!

Give me a 25-degree angle|on the bow plane!

25 on the bow plane, sir!

Used to feel like|a "big" ocean, didn't it?

We are running out of places|to hide.

Crow, give me one sounding|for depth on "their" ping.

...Got that?|...Yes, sir.

...3...

...2...

...1.

Not much there, sir.

Bring in the soundheads.|Let's use it all.

Aah!

What was that?

Don't ask me.

Ask him.

...What was that?|...Miss Page, once again,

I must remind you,|do not leave your station.

What did we hit just now?!

The bottom.

Well, how long can we afford|to stay down here?

I thought you said we needed|to surface to take on...

Attention all hands...

off-duty personnel are expected|to be in the racks.

And the smoking lamp is out.

I guess we're gonna find out.

Seaweed.

Might be a fishing net.

It's caught up,|slaps against the hull.

You hear... you hear a lot|of strange things at depth.

I mean, I can't even|identify 'em all.

So...

What am I gonna do with you?

I'm sorry.

I regret not telling you|about Schillings...

because... well,|l-I should have realized

that a submarine isn't|a good place to keep secrets.

Is it?

We'd been stalking|a German sub tender for a while.

We finally got our shot in,

cracked its back|with one torpedo.

We went topside to survey the|damage, and the ship was gone.

But there's a lot of debris|in the water,

and Captain Winters decides|to go down and haul some in.

It was the middle|of the Atlantic.

He wants to do|some souvenir hunting,

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