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get something for his... I don't|know... his mantle piece.

I try to talk him out of it,|and... but he's al...

Anyway, he... the boat hit|an underwater obstruction,

and he fell... he hit his head.

And he was... he went under|before we could get to him.

I heard you were asking.

So he drowned.

We already radioed Connecticut|with news of the accident.

You know, we really,|really got off

on the wrong foot, and I...

So j-just feel free to move|about the forward sections of...

Sorry, sir...|humidity builds up,

drips out the power bus.

I'll get right on it.

So... would you reconsider|England...

finding a port there?

I'm sorry.

Sorry for what?

Uh, she was...|asking about Winters.

What did you tell her?

The story.

Well, it's coming up|astern, but...

I don't know what that is.

Hooks!|They're using their hooks!

Mr. Loomis, what do we do?

What are your orders,|Mr. Brice?

Mr. Loomis,|the helm is waiting!

The men are waiting|for your orders, Mr. Brice!

Aah!

Get out! Get out!

Everybody, out!|Move it out!

Go! Go! Go!|Everybody, out!

...Come on!|...Get out!

Get out! Get out!

Get down there, Harry!|Move!

Get out.

O'Dell, make sure|everybody's out!

...Everybody's out, sir!|...Then close the goddamn hatch!

...Blow safety!|...Blow safety!

What heading, sir?!

Any goddamn heading!|Just get us out of here!

You'll do better|at the board of inquiry.

We're sloughing oil,|and it's bad.

I don't know exactly|where it is,

but it's somewhere between the|pressure hull and the sea hull.

And if it's leaking here|or here,

then it's dumping oil|under the main ballast,

which means that every time|we surface or dive...

We leave an oil slick.

Well, that's how...|that's how he's been riding us.

This boat "is" cursed.

Figure of speech.

So how do we fix it?

Well, there's only one way...|from the outside in.

They'll be lining up|for this job.

Okay, so let's make ready|some dive gear.

All right.

O'Dell, pick two volunteers...

Yes, sir.

...besides yourself.

You want someone|to free-dive outside with you

into the cold, black water,|make our way below the boat,

Iocate the floodboards,

and slither in between|the two hulls?

That's right.|Find the leak and fix it.

...At night.|...Hang on.

We're still submerged.

That means the main tanks are|full of water.

This is in the dark, Dell.

Yeah, well, chief thinks|that with the tower flooded,

it gives the boat enough weight|to stay down

while we blow some air|into the main tank.

Oh, well if that's|what the chief thinks.

So... you're gonna go out there.|You're gonna go outside.

Yes, that's right.

With all these... happenings|happening.

Look alive.

All right.

Who are the lucky bastards?

F***, no.

Set.

I asked him to go.|Buddy system.

...Ooh!|...Oh, sh*t!

You and me, O'Dell.|Forward.

You guys take aft.

Sh*t!

2330 hours.

To confirm sinking|of German ship,

four officers go topside...

Commander Winters, myself,|Lieutenant Loomis,

and Lieutenant|J. G. Stephen Coors.

The night we lost|Old Man Winters...

Odd time to bring that up.

It's an odd place.

So, how'd he bang his head|before he went over?

So, how'd he bang his head|before he went over?

You heard.

I heard that the boat|hit something,

but I never felt it down below.

What?!

I didn't say anything.

I know,|but what were you thinking?

Well...

I used to hear about|these dock workers.

They would get welded up|in these kind of places.

And then... they were|never heard from again.

Wally?

You are so f***ing|out-of-bounds with that sh*t!

Let's keep moving.

Forward trim tank,|it looks like.

Better drive some wedges.

Yeah.

So anything I say...|stays here...

this side of the hull.

Yeah. Yeah.

There were survivors|from the sinking.

...Brice and Loomis even, uh...

even tried to fish a few out,

but... Winters had other ideas,

and, uh...

he ordered a gunnery party|topside.

Well, three of us had a problem

with machine-gunning|those men right in the water,

I mean,|even if they were German.

There was an argument.

It got kind of heated.

Well, why didn't you tell us?!

I guess, uh...

I guess we were trying|to protect him...

felt Winters was|a pretty good C. O.,

even if he could be a tough|son of a b*tch sometimes.

For his reputation...|you know, his family's sake.

Yeah, yeah, okay, but...

I still don't see|how he hit his head.

Slippery metal.

Bad footing.

Accidents happen, right?

Where the hell did|that come from?!

Near or aft?

Crew, sound off!

Get them out of there!|Get them out!!

O'Dell!

Sound off, O'Dell!

...Oh!|...Sir!

F***, was that you?

The light!

We gotta get him out.

Come on, guys.

...How are we gonna...

Did you see that?

What happened, guys?! Come on!|What happened out there?!

...Talk to me.|...Don't touch me.

Did you fix it?

Which one of you boys|was screaming out there?

...Are we a man down?|...Don't touch me!

...Are we a man down?!|...Shut up!

Who was screaming?!

Come on, grow some d*cks|and shut up!

Now, where is Mr. O...

Coors... where's Coors?

You tell me that's him.

That's gotta be Coors.|He's still alive, right?

Sir...

that is the one person|I can guarantee it's not.

Don't touch me.|Don't touch me!

...Don't! Don't!|...Hey, easy.

Easy, Stumbo.|Easy, easy.

...Easy, easy.|...Was that a "B"...

dash, dot, dot, dot?

I didn't hear a "B."

Dot, dash..."A"...|thought I heard an "A."

No, that's not morse.

It's just some sh*t|got caught up on the bow planes.

Now it's smacking up against...

"C"...you hear a "C"?

Dash, dot, dash, dot...|definitely a "C."

It's hull sounds.

You guys are getting lathered up|about hull sounds.

Now, would somebody please tell|us what happened to Mr. Coors?

"Back"...B-A-C-K.

He's back.

And where'd you get|the "K" from?

Dash, dot, dash...|while you were talking.

Hey, champ, you can stay|the hell out of this.

...And the rest of you...|...Enough, already, enough!

I n the wardroom, 5 minutes.

Keep your mouths shut|till we debrief.

Did you finish the job?

Yes, sir, absolutely.

Right, Wally? Wally?

Oh, yeah, I'm finished.

All right, so, look,|if the weather is good,

we surface tonight,|we recharge the batteries.

We pour on the diesel,|keep pushing for the barn.

Our barn?

Mr. Brice, southern English|port's gonna be

more than two days away.

Two days away, Mr. Brice!

Kingsley here is a navigational|officer. He knows the way.

I know all the ports,|the depths,

where the submarine nets are,|the mine fields.

Yeah, and have|the R. A. F. Bomb us

because they mistake us|for a hostile boat... okay.

There are safety corridors|that we can use...

Considered and rejected,|thank you.

Mr. Brice, both our periscopes|are down, our sonar is gone.

We are blind and nearly deaf.

Our men are in a bad way,

and now we've lost|two of our senior officers.

Welcome to the war, O'Dell.

This has nothing to do|with the war.

Just how much longer|can we not say

what we're all thinking?

No one wants to be the first?

Fine. Allow me.

This submarine is haun...

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