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Shut your mouth.
They're here.
What's the time? - Don't know, I've lost my watch.
Fat lot of good you are.
Time for some fun.
Look what we've got here, a new watch.
It's got a stopwatch too.
I surrender.
Gentlemen...
That is the plan.
Desperate times, desperate measures.
Lieutenant Maes, the head of the Belgian government
selected you to lead this operation.
Good.
Admiral Godfrey has agreed to give us British logistical support.
That was before I knew the plan.
What you need is psychological support.
We understand you have different priorities,
but all we're asking for is the boat and the prisoner.
Christ almighty, where are you going to find a crew that's up to this?
We took care of that.
We selected a group of loyal, well-trained Belgian soldiers.
I want the bad eggs.
That's not what's foreseen.
The British army have been looking for these lunatics for months.
Their status on our files is 'shoot on sight'.
Relax admiral, nobody even knows where they are.
Withholding the whereabouts of those people will see you face court martial.
My chances of surviving a firing squad are considerably higher
than surviving this mission, sir.
They might be insane but so is this goddamn plan.
Desperate times, desperate measures.
Ask what you like but for Christ's sake relax.
We still need him.
Anyone fancy an apple? - Later, Tamme.
This is Woodpecker, come in please. Hello, Werner?
Werner, can you hear me? - Yes, we have the package.
Sorry, repeat? - I repeat, we have the package.
Roger that. The mailman will pick it up at noon.
Make sure Stan doesn't damage the package this time, will you.
Well, he's just asking the package a few questions.
I'm serious now.
Six, with that fat one I've got six.
The fat guy? - Yeah, the fat one.
Don't be stupid mate, I shot him.
Bloody hell.
Dad, you bastard.
You said I could go with you this time.
It was last minute.
Always the same thing around here.
The potatoes are sprouting. - Do the shopping yourself then.
I've had enough.
Fat lot he'll tell us with his lungs full of water.
How long's it been?
One minute, sixteen.
That's enough.
Hey, actually we're all kind of nice guys here.
We're all very nice people. Fancy a drink of water?
Answer our questions then we can stop.
Get out of the way.
Werner, what's that? Is everything okay?
The line is pretty bad... - Everything's okay, right?
I hear nothing. - I just heard a very loud bang.
Damn it all, they'll be coming to fetch him soon.
Stan? - He'll take up less room.
Forget it.
With all respect.
Your son, Dieter.
I see the resemblance.
Killed in action.
How? - Shrapnel.
No further information.
Why are you telling me that?
Do you really think I'd betray my country because of that?
It's war.
We've all lost someone.
It's not about whom we've lost.
It's about who we can still save.
His name is Franz.
They named him after his grandfather.
Alright? - No, I'm not alright.
I'm fed up with doing the shopping and prising bullets out of people.
I want another job.
He just wants to protect his little girl.
Leave me alone. - Hey.
Actually I've found something that might interest you.
Here... - What's that?
'B cartridge' was written on it. I found a case of them.
It's the right calibre.
First a kiss.
Let's see what it can do.
Not really ideal for hunting.
Come on then. Come on Fons, come on Fons.
The best lefty in Europe. Let's hear it.
Come off it, is that the best you can do playing for the biggest club in Flanders?
Is that all?
You'd be better off hunting more and screwing less.
Stan, there's a German car parked in the wood.
Darling?
Your wife, I would presume?
Here...
You can sell it to the Jews.
Where have you hidden them?
Gunther...
Fill the bath.
I've been to the Post Office.
Still nothing. You don't suppose something's happened to mom?
I've told you, put that out of your mind.
The mail is intercepted at the French border.
I was thinking that little Louis is probably already walking.
We've got a visitor.
I need that German's briefcase. - Yeah, right.
Everything's still in it, so... - And the fritz?
He's got crucial information
about troop movements in the Ardennes. - Yeah, erm...
The fritz is still in the bath.
You've got to be joking.
His head must also be somewhere around here.
Jesus Stan, this is no laughing matter.
I laughed my head off.
Any news?
I had to say that it was a very special mission.
Congo?
Finally get out of this fucking wood. Got ticks in my crutch.
Fritz isn't in Congo.
Forget it, we're fine where we are.
The mission's of vital strategical importance.
We couldn't give a shit. We kill krauts, that's strategic enough.
Do what you want, whatever.
What do these figures mean? - It's what you get paid.
Hey Van Praag, you can buy your football team.
Maybe they'll even let you play again.
That's not going to happen as long as I'm wearing this.
Oh yeah, one other thing,
I had to say that the mission would result in a load of dead Nazis.
She'll be a lot safer too. Aren't I right?
Belgian Congo
Wake up guys, we're there.
Bloody hell, be reasonable.
You shouldn't have got pissed then, should you.
What's up, you're turning green.
Me and water don't mix. I can't swim.
Maybe they've got water wings inside.
Men, welcome to Africa.
I told you that it was a special mission.
Let's go.
Don't touch anything.
Jesus, it stinks here.
Okay. Men...
For those of you who aren't too good in geography,
this is where we are now, and this is our destination, America.
The mission's objective?
Transporting a cargo of raw materials of crucial importance to the allies.
Uranium. - Uranium?
What in God's name is that?
I've heard of it, it's used to colour glass.
Those watch hands that light up in the dark are also made of uranium.
Yeah? I'd like to have one, because you can't see this one in the dark.
So, we're going on a secret mission in a German U-boat
so that Roosevelt can tell the time at night.
It'll be used to build a bomb.
And not just any bomb, but one that can raze a city to the ground.
Destruction radius of a few kilometres.
The Germans have their top scientists working on it.
The Americans can't lag behind.
Union Minière's Shinkolobwe mines here in Congo
are the biggest source of uranium in the world,
and Roosevelt has bought a few tons together with the Belgian government.
We just have to get it there.
We've got to pilot this ourselves?
You'll get three weeks' training, theory and practice. That's not long.
Start studying because this is one exam you can't fail.
Right, on deck in 15 minutes.
In fact, we're just simple lorry drivers. - But driving one hell of a lorry.
Can't you do that behind a curtain?
Don't act so wet. I'm sweating like a pig.
Yeah Stan, it's not as if we've never seen her in the raw.
But not in a sexual way or anything, right?
No, like when she washed in that stream. - Totally innocent, eh Stan?
And far way. - Very far, you needed binoculars.
Perverts.
Blimey, where'd you get this bloody thing?
Confidential.
Right.
Right, come on you. One kraut, as ordered.
Thank you.
What's that?
Franz Jäger, a German captain. He's going to train us.
If you think I'm going to America with a Nazi, then think again.
Train, I said. I'm the captain.
He commanded a U-boat in 14-18. He knows U-boats inside out.
You thinking what I'm thinking? - But there aren't any bathtubs on board.
Good morning, gentlemen.
I've been instructed to teach you how to operate this U-boat in 3 weeks.
Well, this is impossible.
It is even... suicide.
It takes highly intelligent German officers at least 12 months.
But since I'm not going with you, I really don't give a shit.
So, we're at the front of the boat, the bow.
This is the front torpedo room. We have 4 torpedo tubes.
Torpedoes, very heavy, over 1,000 kilos each.
But this is no concern to you because you will not fire a torpedo.
Men, this is a transport mission, not an attack mission.
And if we have to defend ourselves, what then?
We dive.
Toilet, captain's cabin, officers' beds.
Officers' mess.
Radio room. - A 200 watt transmitter.
Command room, the heart of the boat.
From here the captain decides about everything except the tides.
From here he decides about life and death.
Stop it.
Sleeping quarters. You share them in two shifts.
As you can see, we have plenty of space on board.
The galley... second important room.
Keep the cook your friend.
Well, you might as well start on the potatoes.
Engine room. - Diesel?
Diesel on the surface, electric under water.
At least 1200 HP.
3,200 actually.
Motorenwerke Mannheim, best engines ever built.
That puts my dad's tractor to shame.
Still far to go?
This is the aft torpedo room, the last room in the boat.
Here we have 2 electric engines, one torpedo and one torpedo tube.
Well... these are the basics.
As you can see, this is a highly complex and sophisticated machine.
One wrong move...
You fool.
So, you better brace yourself, men.
You've got three weeks to learn it all.
Okay, division of work.
Stan, first officer. You ensure my orders are carried out.
Tamme, Klisse, the engines. Werner, radio and sonar.
Filip and Fons, steering. Van Praag, trim tanks. Time for school.
And me? I don't have a job.
Why don't you tell her.
What?
I've arranged something with Maes.
When they deliver the uranium,
you'll be taken to a nearby plantation where it's a lot safer.
I'm not staying here on my own. If you think...
I'm not taking you along in this bloody coffin.
A U-boat crew has to work together like a well-oiled machine.
You all know the phrase, one for all, all for one.
On a U-boat this is not just a phrase, this is reality.
Pulley...
...pulley system.
This wheel here sets the hydrophone.
This here is the transmitter, and this button here...
Changes the frequency to broad band communication.
The receiver.
Starboard 20.
Torpedo lift.
Guys, it's much too complicated, and too complicated and in German.
To dive, the air is blown out of the ballast tanks which fill with water,
and to surface it's the opposite.
The water is pumped out and the space filled by air under high pressure. Okay?
And if you have to do a number two when you're under water and you flush,
does the shit go into the ballast tank or straight into the sea?
No, that's not such a stupid question.
Because of the gigantic... - Oh, come on...
You going in? - Maybe tomorrow.
Short, short, short, long...
Short, short, short and long...
And what does that mean?
You...
...have really beautiful...
...tits.
Idiot.
Is that all you learnt in class?
It's the only thing I remember.
It's our last night together.
Maybe I can try to make him change his mind.
No, he won't budge.
He also convinced mum to leave without me.
At least we can say goodbye properly.
That's true.
Jenga. Give it a good throw.
What's up, got something against blacks?
No banana man's touching me.
It doesn't stick. - I don't want to talk about it.
Come on men, let's get started.
That chocolate ape is too lazy to do it in two trips.
We have localised their position.
We're approaching from the west...
What's up? - I just got a German radio message.
Here? - It's VHF airwave. That's line of sight.
The radio waves can't pass through trees or over mountains.
That's a ship less than 100 kilometres from here.
Find that signal again.
Maes, ships.
Where? - There.
Damn it. We've got to get out of here.
America, or what? - They're coming our way, we've no choice.
All we've had is theory up until now. - Practice starts now.
Come on men, get to it.
What's going on?
We're leaving... to America.
Not knowing how to dive? And where do I go?
You're coming with us. - That wasn't the deal.
New deal.
For God's sake take a moment to think.
You have zero percent chance of survival.
It's suicide and you know that very well too.
I don't have any alternative.
They've seen you. The boat is going to leave. Over.
Okay, understood. In range, twenty minutes.
Who are they talking to?
Out. - Okay. Understood.
Yeah, everything's on board.
Shit.
Bloody hell.
Bloody hell, the kraut killed Maes.
That wasn't my intention...
Goodbye.
Stan, what the hell are you doing? We need him.
Who else is going to pilot the boat?
Get us out of here.
I'll hold on to this for the old man.
Can I come along or are you sending me off with the collaborator?
Stop moaning. Is everyone below?
No.
That nigger isn't coming along, is he? - No, we're dumping him in the sea.
Take him aft. - Let's go.
Start the engines.
We're ready.
Let's go.
Rudder 3-10. Set course 3-10.
Starboard main rudder 20.
Both engines slow ahead.
We don't have enough pressure.
Main valve's half open. The main valve's only half open.
Then open it. - Give me a break.
Can I get through, mate...
I don't see anything changing. - Hang on.
It's starting to rise. The meters are starting to move.
Tamme... we've got reinforcements.
Jenga machinist. - Yes, yes.
Welcome on board.
Well?
They're still far away, but it's better we stay out of sight.
Take us down.
Prepare to dive.
Set your depth at 30 metres.
Front above 10, back above 5.
Five degrees down bubble.
Down. - Yeah.
Flood the tank. Open main valve.
You, open the main vents.
Cut the diesel, switch to electric. Both engines slow ahead.
We're under water like Jules Verne.
It's a very special boat. - Not on the water, under the water.
Take them off, I need my hands.
I'll take them off when I trust you. Right after you stop breathing.
What guarantee do I have that you won't kill me as soon as we dock in New York?
What guarantee do I have that you won't kill everyone before we even get there?
About the same amount.
Stan?
Listen to this. A very strange buzzing noise.
They're looking for us.
As long as we stay under there's no problem.
Now, where was it?
I don't remember any more.
A leak in the crapper.
Damn it all, have I got to do everything myself?
Incompetent fool. I told you.
F7, B5, L6,
C3 and B1.
Is that so hard to remember?
I'll push your B5 and C3 down your bloody throat in a moment.
Listen. Do you know which compartment lies right under the toilet?
The battery compartment. Batteries and water are a very bad combination.
Let him go.
If pigs had wings...
Chlorine gas. Blow all ballast tanks.
Is the plane gone?
If we don't vent this boat in thirty seconds we'll be gone.
Damn it, he's banking away.
Why doesn't he attack?
He won't risk an attack while we're aiming the flack at him.
He'll circle us out of range until we're diving.
A diving submarine is target practice for the Luftwaffe.
Then we won't dive. He has to run short of fuel sometime, right?
He's already on the radio.
More are coming.
Hurry.
Hetch closed. Hurry up, men.
Shit.
Bloody hell, he got him.
Stan.
Lucky bastard.
You sleep here, right?
Well, that's not going to happen.
Who said that darkie should sleep here?
Jenga has worked ten times harder than you, fatso.
In the torpedo room. - Come off it, Fons.
Get moving.
Yes, sir.
Take your fish with you.
Stop.
Uncle Kriechbaum is going to give you a bath.
No.
Look how happy he is.
Please, don't hurt him.
I think daddy's gonna to save you now.
Isn't he? - They're upstairs, behind the fireplace.
Go and look.
In nature, sometimes the size of a particular population
has to be corrected,
so that a natural equilibrium can be re-established.
And that's what we take care of.
We restore the balance in nature...
once again.
It is so very important for him
that he learns something...
about balance.
No, please, no, don't go.
Don't leave him like that. Please, no.
No.
This can't be right.
What are you doing 50 degrees off course?
Coming back from ninety degrees. - What?
What? What can I do about it, you bloody Wiener schnitzel.
This is Filip's job.
Your little break just cost us eight hours.
What are you up to?
Checking the shafts. They need some oiling.
Stop Stan. Easy, easy.
Calm down, get calm.
Open tube 5.
Ah, a Chinese volunteer for the torpedo test?
Just help me. - Sorry, I only listen to my captain.
Help then. - Take a dip, mate.
You've made your point, now let me live my own life.
He should keep his paws off your body.
It's my body and my business. - You're much too young for all that.
How old do I have to be before Mr Almighty gives his permission? Forty?
When you're married you do what you want. For now, you obey me.
Okay, I agree.
A captain can marry people.
Captain? We're having a wedding.
Come on, guys.
Come on gentlemen, the bride is waiting.
No bible, so this'll have to do.
I don't think this is a good idea.
Put your hands on the... bible.
Nadine, do you take this man, Filip, as your lawfully wedded husband?
I do.
Filip, do you want to take this woman, Nadine, as your lawfully wedded wife?
Jäger.
Ignore him, continue.
Damn it.
Let's get in. Now. Move, move, move.
Hurry up. There might be a U-boat escorting that ship.
Hey. - Go away.
We can hardly hold a wedding party with an enemy ship in the area.
You could've said 'I do' ten times before Stan spotted it.
He was breathing down our necks. - So what?
Isn't it much better to wait until we're in America?
I really love you, you know that.
Stan... - He's a bastard.
Mama would react completely differently.
You can't imagine how much I look forward to the day I'll see her again.
The day I can introduce you to her as my husband.
She'll be so proud.
Hey, what's the matter?
She's dead, Nadine.
Your mama is dead, I saw her.
Little Louis too.
What are you saying, they're in France.
Stan has tried a hundred different ways to try to tell you...
How do you, as father, tell your daughter,
that her mother's dead and her brother is also dead?
He couldn't see you falling to pieces in front of him.
Torpedo!
Alarm, goddamn it.
Torpedo, Course 2-2-3, 500 metres.
To your seats. Fifteen down bubble.
Go, go go. - Shit.
Dive, dive, dive.
Prepare for impact.
200 metres.
Fifty metres. - Brace for impact.
They missed. They missed.
Be quiet. Silence.
Shut down both engines. Silent mode, I repeat silent mode.
Absolute silence.
Adjust 20 starboard.
Well? - Nothing up till now.
Can't find him. - He's somewhere behind us.
Come with me.
Klisse.
Do you have the manual with the technical plans of the torpedoes?
Yes, it's in the...
Good, go and get it, Addendum C.
Go to the aft torpedo room, cut the wires 4 and 5 of the aft torpedo.
Be quick.
But be careful. Only the wires 4 and 5. Don't touch the others.
Shut that thing off. Shit.
Start the engines.
How's it going with the torpedo? - We're on it.
He's behind us.
Load aft torpedo. - Come on guys.
Distance? - 400 metres.
Bearing? - 1-8-0, right behind us.
Now we've got him.
Is the aft torpedo loaded?
Wait, wait. - It's jammed.
What's going on? Shit.
Jenga.
Come on, come on.
Help me to get him out.
What's happened back there?
Tube 5 ready. - Shoot those krauts.
What are you waiting for?
Shoot it.
Brace for impact.
Torpedo.
100 metres. Speed 40 knots.
Left rudder. - Too late for that.
Fifty metres.
And now? - Pray.
10 metres.
What happened?
We were too close. They did not cut the minimum safety distance mechanism.
We did.
Damage report.
The propulsion is broken.
The rudder won't move. - Can we surface?
Surface.
Hey guys... Van Praag's not looking good.
Have a drink, buddy.
Drink up, mate.
There's no other option. - I know.
What?
Are you mad? Don't ask me. - You're the only one with any experience.
Yeah, with cows and pigs.
If you don't do it Fons, he'll die.
You can't ask me to do that, you can't.
Give me any kraut and I'll saw off his legs, his arms or whatever.
But not Van Praag, not that guy.
I could never look him in the eye, I can't do it, it just can't happen.
Sorry guys, I can't do it. No.
Tamme, out the way.
Stop Klisse, I'm going to puke. - No, come on, drink some more.
It's for your own good.
What are you planning to do?
Keep him down.
Tie off his leg just above the knee. - Yeah.
The rest, hold him here. Then start to saw off at his knee.
We've got to fix this boat. Jenga, Tamme.
Come on guys. Hold him.
Everyone ready? - Come on guys.
Just so you can work better on the engines.
I understand.
It had to be done. You saved his life.
He'll never play football again.
Another talent wasted.
All the big clubs were after him.
He could have picked any team.
You played football?
No. I've always been a soldier as long as I can remember.
And a soldier doesn't pick his own team.
Werner, radio.
Damn.
German destroyer. - Can we get away?
Not fast enough. We've only got one engine.
What do we do?
If we move just half a metre without identifying ourselves,
they'll open fire with the deck gun.
Stan.
Captain Max Schultz. Identify yourselves. Over.
Captain Franz Jäger, U-235, 8th fleet. What's up, over?
8th fleet? You're miles out of your zone. Over.
We had a minor set to with a mine and want to repair the damage. Over.
We'll send you some mechanics, perhaps they can help you. Over.
Thank you but that won't be necessary, we've got everything under control. Over.
It's no trouble.
We'd be glad to help you. We're waiting for orders anyway. Over.
OK, come over. We've got some whiskey. Out.
Bastard.
They'll be suspicious if we don't let them on board,
and then they'll open fire.
You have to surrender.
We can't surrender.
Damn it, they've lowered a boat.
Okay, you take your mate with you. Nadine, off to the toilet.
Fons, go back there.
You do the talking.
Well, you chose some really shit weather for your visit don't you think?
You can say that again.
Comrades.
You had a collision with a mine?
We have some damage,
but in a U-boat there's always something to repair.
But that can wait.
But not the whiskey. This way.
That's a good idea.
Apparently there's a rogue U-boat in the vicinity.
On the way to the States with a cargo of uranium.
We have to keep our eyes open.
Uranium, you said? - Yes.
I don't even know what it is.
It seems to be something very important.
Something important?
Whatever the case, that's something way above our paygrade, right?
Gentlemen, the whiskey's waiting.
Have we arrived? - Shh, there are Germans on board.
I've got to scratch my right foot, it itches like hell.
Scratch it, it's as if it's crawling with ants.
That's nice.
Prost. - Skol.
Bloody good whiskey, Jäger.
I told you so.
How long have you been here?
Quite some time now. We're waiting for orders.
It's allright, don't worry. That's Gerhardt.
He's just come round.
Shut it. For God's sake shut up.
He had an accident. We had to operate.
I'll go and take a look.
No need, he's in excellent hands.
Mayer is medically trained, perhaps he can help.
Go and take a look.
Then let's have another drink.
Be quiet.
You had to amputate both legs? - Yes.
I understand.
How and when did it happen?
How... Well, yes...
Which means you amputated both legs here on board?
Yes... yes.
The only thing I can do
is to give him some morphine. - Yes.
I'll go and get it and return.
I want my legs back. Where are my legs?
Alarm. They aren't Germans.
I once witnessed a scientific experiment on a Jew.
The man was strapped in a tub of ice water.
Zero degrees.
When he was about to die after five hours of horrendous agony,
they reheated his body,
by irrigating boiling water into his stomach,
his intestines...
...and his bladder.
Your cargo... uranium.
I've heard rumours about it.
In the rumours it was referred to as a weapon of mass destruction.
I've seen what they can do with an ordinary tub of cold water.
Imagine what they can do with a weapon of mass destruction.
I've closed my eyes once,
but I won't make this mistake a second time.
God help us if Hitler is the first to make this weapon.
So...
Let's get this boat out of here.
Shit, they're getting impatient.
They're demanding their crew to return immediately. Hurry up.
Their deck gun is aiming straight at us. Hurry.
Are you sure? It's an impossible shot.
You can do it.
Dive, dive, dive. Open valves. Go, go.
It's only a fuse, give me 10 seconds.
Only one fuse, only one fuse.
What's that? What's that noise?
Grab hold of something.
Close the hatch.
Nadine.
We need to close the hatch or we all gonna die.
Klisse.
- We need to close it now.
I'm stuck.
Come on, Klisse, come on.
Klisse, the hatch must be closed.
Klisse.
To the back. Quick.
Klisse.
Klisse, come on.
Over here. Fast.
Nadine, damn it. No, no...
It's your liver. Gone right through.
Take this. - Thanks.
There must be something we can do.
Nadine's locked in.
Don't panic.
That's impossible. He'll die.
What did it say? - Your father is coming.
Don't do it, it's suicide.
I'm not going to let a child drown again, Fons.
Stay calm.
I do.
No pulse.
Come on, darling.
Come on, do your best.
Come on.
Come on, honey. Go for it, fight.
For Christ's sake, come back.
For once in your life, listen to me.
Fight.
Stan, stop.
Stan, it's over.
No.
You're back with us.
He is... She has... They're...
Bloody fucking hell, she's alive.
We're almost in Amercia, comrades.
There's no other way. - You know it's a one-way ticket, right?
I presumed it the very first moment I set foot on this boat.
Wait.
Here...
Sorry. We've erm...
Thank you.
Don't let her wait so long the next time...
for an answer.
Promise.
Bloody hell, he did it.
Mum and little Louis...
Shh dad...
If you couldn't save them nobody could.
You got him. - Damn it, you're right.
Check mate.
Bloody hell. - Come off it, mate.
Hi there, sweety. Come on, let's go swimming.
We interrupt this programme for a special statement by President Truman.
A short time ago, an American airplane dropped one bomb on Hiroshima,
and destroyed its usefulness to the enemy.
That bomb has more power than 20,000 tons of TNT.
With this bomb we have now added
a new and revolutionary increase in destruction.