First time on U-boat?
Yeah. First time. It's gonna be exciting.
Do you have a will?
Excuse me?
13 boats down last month. Sank with men and mice. Exciting, huh?
Most scenes together: Captain & Werner (4), Captain & Captain Thomsen (2), Captain & Navigator Kriechbaum (2)
First time on U-boat?
Yeah. First time. It's gonna be exciting.
Do you have a will?
Excuse me?
13 boats down last month. Sank with men and mice. Exciting, huh?
I... really wanted to screw my brains out. But now, I am in no condition to ****!
It's alright!
Capt. Thomsen: Sieg Heil!
God DAMNIT how can this happen?! Only twelve boats in the Atlantic! From Greenland to the Azores, a lousy dozen! And here we are, almost ramming into each other! Something's wrong here...(turning to navigator) Our position's correct?
...more or less, Captain.
What's that supposed to mean?!
Not one sun shot in two weeks, and we drifted in this storm. Difficult to calculate.
That's just great. All of us "more or less" in position and it'll happen - two boats in one place and gaping holes in the route! The British can slide a whole fleet through. Here, in the middle of the sea, it's always another story. [to Werner] I hope you're taking notes. Maybe you can clue headquarters in.
Surely you have better connections than me.
You think so, huh?
Philip, the old bunch is gone. Look at these new heroes. All wind and smoke. Just big mouths.
Yeah, yeah. They keep together, balls in hand. And the belief in our Führer in their eyes.
They will know in time.
Captain, I wish to apologize.
You can't just apologize, Johann. You left your battle station at a critical moment. Also, you disobeyed my command.
Will I be court-martialed?
How many patrols have you done?
It's my ninth.
You, of all people, Johann.
It was a mistake. I didn't... It was... It... All of a sudden... As if... It won't ever happen again, sir. You can depend on it. I swear.
It's all right, Johann.
No court-martial?
Get some sleep.
[Johann exits. The Captain adds "Decision, return to La Rochelle" to the log book]
Captain?
I'm sorry.
You think it's hopeless now?
It's been 15 hours. He'll never do it. I'm sorry.
They made us all train for this day. "To be fearless and proud and alone. To need no one, just sacrifice. All for the Fatherland." Oh God, all just empty words. It's not the way they said it was, is it? I just want someone to be with. The only thing I feel is afraid.
In the German version, Werner's words at this place were: I wanted to stand before something relentless. Where no woman crosses our path, and no mother looks after us. Where only the reality reigns, cruel and large. I was drunk of this prospect. [sobs] Now this is the reality.
What's going on? Why are we diving?
Hydrophone check. At sea, even in a storm, you can hear more down here than you can see up there.
God DAMNIT how can this happen?! 12 boats we have on the Atlantic! From Greenland to the Azores, a mere dozen! But still we, we almost collide with one of our own! Somethings wrong here...(turning to navigator) Checked on our position?
...more or less Capt-
More or less?! More or less?! Thats not GOOD ENOUGH!
Not one sunspot in two weeks. Difficult to calculate.
Yeah yeah..We make a few errors in our own position - the others do the same, and we end up playing collision games! Leaving the route wide open! [to Werner] I hope you're taking notes. Maybe clue HQ into what's happening.
Surely you have better connections than me.
You think so, huh?
Dearest Françoise, this is my fourteenth letter to you, but you have yet to see one.
Man overboard!!! Pilgrim!!!
I once met a girl who used me as a bicycle. It felt delicious!
You're greasy enough for sure!
One time, a whore pissed on my back. That felt incredible...!
You're a pervert!
QUIET IN THIS WHOREHOUSE!!! Bad news, men.
What is wrong?
Schalke has lost the game. Five zero. No more chance of making the semi-finals.
I can't believe this shit!!
Tell me: Do you have hairs in your nose?
Why?
Because I have some up my ass. We can tie them together.
[Frenssen continues to flex-train his muscles, and while doing so, taps his own head with his index finger)
Not bad in here, is it? No mail, no telephone. Solid wood paneling. Well-ventilated boat. Free food, too. We're in clover here!
Like fresh horse-droppings. They're rolling in clover as well. They have no need to make a living. They're even allowed to smoke!
Take pictures of the crew returning, not putting out to sea.
Why?
They'll have grown beards by then. It would shame the Tommies to see mere boys give them Hell. Baby faces. Ones that should still suck mama's breast. [pause] I feel ancient around these kids, like I'm on some Children's Crusade.
Now it's their turn.