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When I want your opinion,|Miss Page, I'll give it to you.

I am not one of your men that|you can just dismiss, Mr. Brice!

I don't believe|we're alone down here,

and I know some of you think|the same way.

Unless we find|a safe harbor soon,

we're all going to end up like|your friend Mr. Coors.

The loss of Lieutenant Coors|is unfortunate.

It fails to affect our plans.

Attention all hands...|it's daylight now.

I expect to surface... at 1900,

recharge the batteries,

and proceed on base course|back to Connecticut.

...That is all.

You're 10 seconds away|from finding out

what the penalty is|for mutiny at sea,

'cause that's how long|it's gonna take me

to open the armory|and reload that sidearm.

Now, do either of you|care to say anything else

that might further agitate|this crew or me?

Mr. O'Dell?

Yeah, I didn't think so.

We just knock the nose around|a little bit,

we're back on base,|so make it 2-8-5.

Make it 2-8-5 true.

2-8-5 true, sir.

Heading home, boys.|Sound good?

...Yes, sir.|...Sounds good, sir.

Hey, you're oversteering.|Mind your rudder.

She's getting|some resistance, sir.

Chief of boat to control.|Chief of boat to control room.

All right, belay that.|Belay that.

I said belay that!

...Oh!|...Oh!

Rudder at midship, sir.

Um, some...|kind of hydraulic failure.

Oh, Christ.

Must have overshot|our heading by...

170 degrees.

Oh, good. A gun.|Yeah, I needed a gun.

I'll put that|with the prizes.

Okay, I got feathers, crosses,|and strip-show icons...

Rudder malfunction.

When we tried to shut down|the props, no dice.

Wouldn't respond.

We're on a runaway boat,|fellas.

Now, can any of you top that?

Well...|I had a strange thought.

Take a number.

Yeah, but this one's|real creep-show stuff.

What if, when we took on|that kraut ship...

...we didn't sink 'em?

What if... they sank us?

Oh, that's a good twist.

I don't get it.

Might explain how that|dead kraut talked to Stumbo.

I don't get it.

And the controls...|that they froze up.

No, they... they rusted up.

That's because we're at the...|the bottom of the ocean.

Flooded out.

Of course, I'm not sure what all|that pounding was about.

Those are rescue divers...|pounding on the hull.

Only it's too late.

Sh*t, I get it.

Hydrogen from the batteries...

Hydrogen from the batteries...

CO2, ozone|from the electrical shorts...

that's what we're breathing|right now.

Like those deep-sea divers|that don't get enough oxygen...

head starts playing tricks|on 'em.

We got mechanical problems,|that's all, okay?

We always got|mechanical problems.

Now, please...

will you pinch this sh*t off?

...Unless...|...Oh...

It happened|during the depth charging.

Remember that one?

Rolled right down our deck.

So exactly how far|from England are we?

Can I ask why you're asking?

No.

Right.

Uh, what's our heading?

0-9-5.

Right. Uh...

May I ask why you're asking?

Just in case the boat|can't make it back home...

for whatever reason.

What do you suggest|we do about it, chief?

Come on.|Enough of the guessing games.

...Pressure blinding the shafts.|...No, I don't think that's it.

Just lay it out for us, chief.

What about the I. M. O. Pumps?

I. M. O. Pumps check out.|I don't think it's that either.

The rudder has a dedicated line|from here to the stern.

If we tap into there|somewhere aft,

I think we should regain|our steering.

But where are you gonna tap in?

That's the thing.

The line goes right through|the battery room.

That's a little dicey, isn't it,|without venting first?

Just threading up|new hydraulics, no welding.

Well, where are we at, anyway?

13 percent down.

...13 percent hydrogen?|...Keep your voice down.

Look, I don't know any other|way to regain control...

F*** if I know.

All right, but you gotta|make sure you're sealed off,

'cause we don't want a repeat|of the "Hindenburg" here.

Let's keep this quiet.

As if it's a bloody|mechanical problem.

Fore door sealed.

After door sealed.

What's happened here, hmm?

What is this?

Go to the galley.|Get a cup of coffee.

Oh, no, I'm fine, sir.|Really.

You're falling asleep, champ.

...I'll watch your bubble.|...Yes, sir.

Lieutenant, a word?

Lieutenant, a word?

...Not now.|...No, Mr. Loomis.

We need to speak right now.

That is a whale, right?

What else would it be?

Come on.

Let's get that rudder working.

Now, maybe this is|just a coincidence.

I know Lieutenant Coors|wasn't too sure

about the last star fix.

But it sure seems like|we're going

right back to where|we sunk that German ship.

Clear the compartment.

Everybody, give us 5 minutes.

Go!

All right.|We're almost all set.

Just repressurizing the line,

see if we can't put the brakes|on this little joyride.

I'll reset the bus.

Sh*t!

Hey, guys,|we lost power up here.

Shut that goddamn door

before I shut it|with your goddamn face!

What are you saying, O'Dell?

It's not a coincidence?

Somebody put us on this course?

I'm just asking a question.

Let me ask one.

Where were "you"|when the rudder went over?

Huh?

This course heads back|to England,

and I've noticed you've had|a hard-on for anything English.

So where were you, O'Dell?

Back of the boat... messing with|the rudder assembly?

Or did you get some motormac...

That is the craziest thing|I have ever heard!

Not as crazy|as what you're saying!

I'm tired|of this hoodoo horseshit!

It is "not"|what you think it is!

It is not even remotely|"f***ing" possible!

Okay?!

After room,|get the chief to pick up.

Hoag!

Maneuvering room, respond.

Anybody, contact control.

...Mr. Loomis, where's our crew?

It's warm.

Loomis...

I-I, um...

Go ahead.

I'm gonna change up my scrub.

Keep looking.|Gotta be somebody.

All right.|All right, chief.

...We found you.|...Don't...

Can you feel anything...

your legs, your toes,|anything at all?

...Don't...|...Come on.

try to stop me.

You're gonna pull through.

Especially...

...you.

Time to go.|Battery's still working.

What happened?

What happened?

Sparks... the hydrogen.

Everybody... everybody's...

Loomis...

Loomis?

...Sir! Sir!|...Get out of my way!

...Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.|...Get the f*** off me!

Loomis!

...Loom...

He's here.

Did he even have...

air?

Not a bloody foot.

Come on, Stumbo.|Keep trying.

We gotta release that air.|Come on. One more.

Come on, Stumbo.

It's like it's welded.

All I know is what Coors|told me.

And apparently...

Captain Winters wanted to shoot|the German survivors.

Mr. Brice and Mr. Loomis

and Mr.... Mr. Coors...|wanted to help.

Apparently Captain Winters|lost the argument.

Well, that's interesting.

But it's not what I heard...|from Mr. Brice.

Lieutenant?

Are you sure he came back here?

Looking for me?

I, uh...

Just... reporting, sir,|that the heating is down.

And, uh...|the bow's levers are stuck.

Stumbo's working on it|right now.

And that we show|90 pounds of compressed air

still left in the system,|and I... wasn't sure

if you wanted to use that|when we tried to surface

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