U-571 Page #4

Let's take her up and look

for survivors, Chief.

Give me some rise

on the planes!

Rise on the planes, aye.

Deploy main ballast!

[Thunder Rumbling]

[Coughing]

[Grunting]

[Grunting, Coughing Continue]

Gotcha.

Oh, crap.

[Man Yelling]

Help!

Help!

Please! Help!

Help! Help!

[Coughs]

[Gasping]

[Coughing]

Do you speak English?

English.

Do you speak English?

What's your rank?

What do you do?

What's your job?

Your job.

"Job."

[Speaks German]

[Muttering]

[Makes Buzzing Sounds]

You're an electrician. Good.

You can us help squeeze more

juice out of them batteries.

Sir, I see the skipper.

Battery's dead.

Whatever juice was left

we used up when we maneuvered.

Battery's dead.

Whatever juice was left

we used up when we maneuvered.

What about the diesels?

[Tank]

Starboard's a wreck.

We need the dry dock to fix it.

Port side diesel's

the good news.

Whoever the Krauts had on it...

didn't know a piston head

from his sister's titty.

I think I can fix it.

Okay, Tank.

Do what you can.

Yes, sir.

[Tyler]

All right. Listen up.

We've decided on a course.

We're headin' for England,

Land's End.

It's the closest,

besides occupied France.

Rabbit, how many

torpedoes do we have?

Just one. It's in

the stern tube, which is busted,

bleedin' air from somewhere.

- Sir?

- Yeah, what is it, Trigger?

Can't we just use the radio...

fire off a Mayday

and wait for a rescue?

[Hirsch]

That's impossible.

If we transmit,

the Germans will direction-find

our position to a grid...

with their missing

two U-boats.

If they even suspect we have

the Enigma, they will change

their entire coding system.

And that would completely

negate the purpose

of our mission.

Mr. Tyler,

if we head for England,

we're gonna go straight through

the western approaches.

He's right. I mean,

that's Jerry's backyard.

[Tyler] Listen, guys.

It's full of U-boats.

And we've got nothing

to defend ourselves with.

Do you think I got

all the answers here?

Think I know how we're gonna

get out of this? I don't.

I don't know how.

- I say we use the radio.

- Nobody asked you.

- We use the radio

and take our chances.

- I said can it.

- It's what the captain

would have done...

- Captain's dead.

[Engine Whirring]

[Engine Starting]

[Mazzola]

This is crazy.

This whole thing is crazy...

riskin' our lives

over a typewriter.

[Wentz] It's not a typewriter.

The hell it ain't. It's got

buttons like a typewriter.

Yeah, well, it's not.

Whatever it is, it's crazy

we get killed over it.

[Chief]

The navy says it's important,

it's important.

The navy says

it's more important

than you, him, me, fine.

We're gonna die trying.

And that ain't crazy.

That's our job.

What I don't understand, Chief,

is how come you're not

in charge?

Scuttlebutt is Dahlgren

was kicking Tyler out

of the navy anyway, and...

[Chief]

You stow that sh*t

right now, sailor.

Lieutenant Tyler is your

commanding officer, and you will

respect that man as such.

Do you understand?

Yes, Chief.

Look at them

sons of b*tches.

You know my pop

was a fisherman?

He had this old 60-footer

he'd run all over the gulf.

Noisy two-stroke diesel.

Rotten to the gunnels,

that thing.

I could scrub that deck

three times a day, and

it still stunk like fish.

And I swore I'd never skipper

a boat like that, Chief.

Hmm, I saw myself...

standin' on the bridge

of a battleship.

A real sea captain.

Mr. Tyler,

permission to speak freely?

Of course, Chief.

This is the navy,

where a commanding officer

is a mighty and terrible thing...

a man to be feared

and respected.

All knowing, all powerful.

Don't you dare say what you said

to the boys back there again...

"I don't know."

Those three words will kill

a crew, dead as a depth charge.

You're the skipper now,

and the skipper always knows

what to do, whether he does

or not.

- [Rabbit]

Aircraft off the port bow!

- Sh*t!

Real sorry, sir.

It dropped right out

of the clouds.

Rabbit, Trigger,

stand by the flak gun.

Sir.

Sir.

It's German.

Looks like long-range

reconnaissance.

What the hell's it doing

way out here?

[Mazzola]

Jesus, here it comes.

All right. Sit tight.

As far as he knows, we're all

playing on the same team.

Everybody wave.

Wave?

Sir, we're sittin' ducks.

If we shoot first, we can

blow 'em out of the sky.

We miss, he's gonna radio us in.

That plane's gonna be the least

of our problems.

This is crazy.

You're gonna get us killed.

He's comin' around.

He's comin' around!

He's attacking!

Rabbit, do something!

Mazzola, shut up.

Rabbit, ignore him.

Do something!

He's coming straight for us!

He's coming right at us!

Do something!

Acknowledge me,

Seaman Parker.

What are you waiting for?

Yeah, Rabbit! Shoot him!

Seamen Parker,

I'm ordering you!

Do not fire that weapon!

Get your finger off

that trigger!

Pull the trigger!

Pull the trigger!

We're gonna die!

Do it! Do it!

Come on!

Goddamn it, can't you see him?

[All Shouting At Once]

[Sighing]

[Grunts]

What the hell are you doin',

huh?

This is not

a goddamn democracy!

Mr. Tyler,

I see a mast on the horizon!

[Tyler]

Sh*t! That's a Nazi destroyer.

That plane must have been

runnin' a recon screen for it.

Clear the bridge!

Chief, secure the diesel

and dive the ship!

Dive the ship!

Aye, sir!

[Ringing]

[Ringing Continues]

[Tank Grunting]

[Grunting Continues]

[Grunting]

[Whirring]

We don't have a green board.

The engine room's not ready.

Vents won't open

We lost hydraulics.

Tank, secure the diesel and

rig the engine room for dive!

Tank, acknowledge!

Goddamn it! Mazzola,

go see what the hell's

going on back there.

[Grunts]

[Grunting Continues]

[Mazzola Yells]

[Gunshot]

[Gasping]

[Gasping Continues]

[Grunts]

[Gasping Continues]

[Gun C*cks]

Drop it, you Nazi

son of a b*tch! Drop it!

[Moans]

Goddamn it.

I'm real sorry, Mr. Tyler.

Took me right off my feet.

Listen to me.

You've got to secure the diesel.

And find out why the vent valves

won't open now!

Yes, sir.

Goddamn it!

Eddie, get this

son of a b*tch out of here.

Chain him to the bunks.

Make sure

his hands and feet are secure.

Put him into submission!

[Hirsch On Intercom]

Lieutenant, we have a problem!

Take care of it, Eddie.

Oh, sh*t.

Tell Tank to finish

those repairs. The destroyer

is sending a launch.

He needs five minutes,

Mr. Tyler!

We don't have five minutes,

Chief.

Lieutenant, the deck cannon...

If we fire a shell

below the water line...

It wouldn't do a goddamn thing.

No, that tub could take

a hundred shells.

What we need is

a working torpedo,

which we do not have.

Trigger, stand by on the flak gun.

When I give the word,

turn that launch into driftwood.

Yes, sir.

Gonna find out who we are

in about 60 seconds.

Trigger, ready on that weapon?

Chief, tell Tank he has

one minute...

and get Wentz and Rabbit up here

with the machine gun.

Hirsch, what happens when

they find out we're not German?

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