U-571 Page #5

After they shoot us as spies,

they'll radio into headquarters.

They'll tell them

the Enigma's been compromised.

What if we take out their radio,

before they can notify anyone

about us?

How?

With that deck gun.

[Tyler]

It's gonna be one hell

of a shot, but we can do it.

Then we dive like hell,

and we get under them quick.

We lure 'em a little bit closer

to the continent, in range

of Allied air cover.

Then we call in an air strike.

Yeah, we call in

an air strike.

Son of a b*tch cut off

pressure to the hydraulics.

We need to find

the stop valve.

Damn!

See that structure topside

with the big antenna

sticking out of it?

Yes, sir.

That's the radio shack.

You and Wentz get on the deck.

On my command, put a shell

right through the porthole.

Get to it, gentlemen.

Get to it.

[Both] Yes, sir!

[Speaking German]

[German Continues]

[Responds In German]

Tell them to go away,

Mr. Hirsch.

[Shouting In German]

[German Continues]

- Talk to me, Rabbit!

- Deck gun manned and ready

in all respects, sir!

Fire!

[Siren Wailing]

[Shouting In German]

Clear the deck!

All right.

[German Continues]

[Siren Continues]

Come on!

Dive! Dive!

Dive! Dive!

[Shouting, Gunfire Continue]

Come on.

Why aren't we diving?

Repairs aren't complete, sir.

Eddie, man the planes.

Tank, all ahead full.

Aye, sir!

Aye, sir!

Manning planes!

[Tank] All ahead full, aye!

[Tyler]

Nice shot, Rabbit.

That radio's history.

[German Continues]

Come on.

We're heading

right towards them.

That's right.

Their deck guns can't get to us

if we're in close enough.

Let's hope we can dive

and clear her keel.

That's it.

Hydraulics restored!

Thank you, Tank.

That did it. We're going under.

[Gunfire Continues]

Passing five meters.

Passing ten meters.

Fifteen meters.

[Chief]

Twenty meters.

[Nervous Chuckle]

[Tyler]

Trigger, left full rudder.

[Whispering]

Tank, all ahead two-thirds.

[Whispering Continues]

Contact maneuvering.

[Wentz]

Heavy cavitation.

- Splashes.

- Sh*t.

[Explosion]

[Explosion]

[Explosions Continue]

Step away from that bulkhead,

Mr. Hirsch.

The shock wave from one of these

explosions can snap your spine.

Chief,

you ever been depth charged?

Once, off Murmansk,

back in World War I.

One charge came so close,

it rattled four teeth

out of the skipper's head.

[Louder Explosion]

Wasn't even close.

[Electrical Buzzing]

[Motor Churning]

[Whispering]

Control, starboard E-motor's

seized up.

[Tank On Intercom]

The German must have

sabotaged it.

Goddamn it.

[Explosions Continue]

There's no way

we make it to Allied air cover

creepin' along on one shaft.

[Sonar Screeches]

[Screeches Continue

At Intervals]

[Explosion]

[Men Gasping]

[Men Grunting]

Get down!

[Coughing, Panting]

[Shouts]

[Men Coughing, Grunting]

[Shouts]

[Grunting]

Eddie, help Chief.

Ye-Yes, sir.

Mr. Chief, I got that.

[Both Grunting]

[Whispering]

Tank... you alive back there?

Yes, sir.

Good. Port ahead

two-thirds.

[Tank On Intercom]

Port ahead two-thirds.

Aye, sir.

Tank...

can you fix the stern tube?

I don't know, Mr. Tyler.

I don't want

an "I don't know."

Can you fix the torpedo tube?

Yes... or no?

Yes, sir.

I think I can.

Thank you, Tank.

Chief,

make depth 1-6-0 meters.

That's more than 500 feet.

[Tyler]

Take us down, Chief.

Aye, sir.

One-six-zero meters.

Twenty degrees dive,

both planes.

Twenty degrees dive, aye, sir.

[Eddie]

Mr. Tyler, sir,

uh, do you plan on going up

against a destroyer...

with only one fish in the tube

and a busted motor?

Yes, I am, Eddie.

How wise is that, Lieutenant?

[Tyler]

Not very.

But have a look. Chief.

There is no way

a two-knot submarine...

can get in firing position

against a 30-knot destroyer

unless we go deep.

At 160 meters,

we can shoot out a bunch of junk

from the forward tubes.

It will resurface

and create a debris field.

Now the destroyer's gonna go to

the center of that debris field,

shut off its engines to make it

real nice and quiet...

and do an acoustic search

to make sure we're dead.

But we're not.

See, we're here,

on our way

up to periscope depth.

All right, principle

of ascent velocity.

Our positive buoyancy pulls us

up and away from the destroyer.

And when we surface,

we'll be showing it our ass

at 700 yards.

That is a perfect setup

for a stern shot

on a stationary target.

Boom. It don't get

much prettier than that.

Boom. It don't get

much prettier than that.

All right, Mr. Tyler.

All right.

Passing 1-3-0 meters.

Very well. Rabbit,

I need you to load Mazzola's

body into tube three...

and put an escape jacket

onto him to make sure he floats.

Wanna shoot him out

like garbage?

His body

is gonna save our lives.

I'll say a few words

for him.

Hirsch, go with Rabbit.

Eddie, can you man both planes?

Yes, sir.

Mr. Tyler.

Yeah.

If you can't take out

that destroyer,

the danger is not

that some of us may die.

It's that some of us

may live.

These men have seen

and heard things...

that must not be revealed

to the enemy...

our secrets,

such as our radar

capabilities...

and our understanding

of German encryption.

If we fall into German hands

alive, we will be tortured

without mercy.

Either you succeed

in sinking that ship...

or you must see to it

that none of us survive...

to be captured.

We commend his soul

to God...

and commit his body

to the deep.

[Soldier Shouting In German]

[Wentz Whispering]

Mr. Tyler, contact is zigging.

Splashes.

Contact getting closer.

More splashes.

[Sonar Screeching]

Tank, line up to pump

engine room bilge to sea.

Yes, sir.

Rabbit,

fire the tubes.

Bye, Mazzola.

[Sonar Screeching Continues

At Close Intervals]

[Explosion]

[Explosions Continue]

They're setting them charges

too shallow.

[Metal Grinding]

[Explosions Continue]

[Grunting]

[Men Yelling]

[Yelling Continues]

Secure that air valve!

[Tyler]

Chief, what's our depth?

One-six-zero meters.

Zero the planes.

[Both] Zero the planes.

[Whispering]

Splashes!

They're too close together!

[Wentz]

I can't count them.

Chief,

take us to 200 meters.

[Tyler]

We're gonna get under

these damn things.

Chief,

take us to 200 meters.

Aye, sir.

Making my depth 200 meters.

Ten degrees dive,

both planes.

[Together]

Ten degrees dive.

Aye.

One-seven-zero meters.

Tank,

what's the status

on the stern torpedo tube?

There's a couple things wrong.

I can operate the muzzle door,

but I'm still working

on the impulse air.

One-eight-zero meters.

Mr. Tyler, depth gauge back here

says 180 meters.

[Tyler]

Thanks, Tank. I know.

Keep working.

One-nine-zero meters.

[Metal Groaning]

Two-hundred meters.

Zero the planes.

Zero the planes, aye.

Zero the planes.

[Metal Banging, Creaking]

[Explosion]

[Explosions Continue Above]

Mary, mother of God.

Those Krauts

sure know how to build a boat.

[Creaking]

[Tyler]

Chief, take us up!

Blowing negative!

Planes full rise!

Clockwise, Hirsch!

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