We Dive at Dawn

-Nearly up to the boom, sir.

-We should be in by tea. Keep on the same course, Ronnie.

What's the weather like, Coxswain? So-so, sir.

-Well, another pleasure cruise over.

-Yes, sir.

-­ What are you doing this leave, sir?

-Depends on the bank balance.

-You for leave, Coxswain?

-Yes, sir. The T.I's marrying my sister.

-Really?

-Yes, sir.

-That's fine.

Don't forget my piece of cake.

Here you are, Flunkey. Right, 'Swain.

-One of us has to miss his leave.

-What's that?

-Oh, hello, Dickie.

Arnold's sick. It was his turn to stay behind.

-You weren't thinking of taking his place, were you?

-Not at all!

Having tonsils at YOUR age (!) It's not MY fault, sir. Well, we've got to fix this.

Nobby, you're already staying. Yes... How about Tiggy? What about the T.I?

Mike's getting married.

< It happens to be to my sister.

-This is the third time...

-It's not MY fault that it's been postponed.

-Well, this time it'll go ahead!

-That's right. Get 'em all tied up.

Flood the boat... You're done for this time, T.I.

-That's enough, Hobson!

-I like to check up on you petty officers.

I wish he was one himself. I'd have put HIM down for this. Ignore him, Mike.

I'll put Williams down for this job.

..But YOU'VE got sex-appeal. It's easy. Anybody could pick up a dame outside a factory!

-MY girl works in the fag shop.

-You'll be OK for a packet of twenty.

-You seein' your wife?

-What?

-I was talkin' to Dusty. Yeah.

-You can't get a female under 40 in MY village...

-Have you lot got nothing to think about but females?

After this place, what can you expect?

-You're safe enough, Spud. Women won't worry YOU.

-< Why not?

-You've got no brass.

Too many bets this trip. I'll still enjoy my leave...

I doubt if it'll be 48 hours. Like to bet on that? Just dinnae bargain on longer.

Sound off, Coxswain.

Stand to attention, on the casing!

-Slow astern starboard.

-Slow astern starboard, sir.

-Hello, Freddie. Quiet trip?

-Yes, worst luck. I see you sank a couple.

Yes, a 10,000 tonner and a 4,000.

You must use "Old Moore's Almanac"!

-Hello, Taylor. No luck again?

-No, sir.

-Crew OK ?

-Yes, sir.

-OK, give leave to one watch.

-Excuse me...

-Gordon...

-Sir?

-Get me Grosvenor 2777.

-Yes, sir.

-Seeing your Aunt Margaret again (?)

-Can't risk it, sir... Her husband's on leave.

One for YOU.

Three for the skipper.

Wild violets... Jasmine... Fish and chips?!

Fish and chips.

-A drink, Freddie?

-Pink gin, please.

-Nice trip?

-Boring.

-Close shave (!)

-Yes, I'm using a cut-throat.

-Your call's through, sir.

-Thanks.

Is that you, Drake? How's the gout? Good.

How's the old man?... Good. And how's the bank balance?

Oh, well, my pay will have to do.

Ring Miss Seymour and make a date for lunch tomorrow. Get 4lbs of chocolates...

4lbs of... There IS a war on, sir.

Is there? I haven't seen much of it lately. Use your influence, Drake. And book a table at the Grill.

Now, Tuesday... Miss Carter. No, wait a minute! Miss David...

-No, hang on...

-Make your mind up, Freddie.

Eh...that'll be all for now, Drake. I'll fix the rest with you tomorrow. Goodbye.

-If you two had any manners...

-Ahem!

-That's a nasty cough, T.I.

-Yes, sir.

-Do you want to see me?

-I want to see Lt Brace.

-He's not here.

-Anything

-I

-can do?

-Em...well, I...

-Well, what is it?

-It's about Petty Officer Arnold's leave, sir.

-Williams is staying in place of him.

Well, it's very hard on Williams, with his domestic troubles... and his two youngest in hospital.

-Williams isn't married, is he?

-Oh, yes, sir. How else do you have two youngest?

You're not offering to forgo your own leave, are you?

-Eh...yes, sir.

-But I thought YOU were getting married... What's the matter? Cold feet?

Oh, no, sir. There isn't a nicer girl in London.

-It's just that...a man shouldn't rush at matrimony.

-I agree.

-I'd just like to think it over for a bit longer.

-Very well, T.I. I'll fix it.

-Thank you, sir.

-Oh, T.I...! Tell Hobson I want to see him in my cabin.

-KNOCK AT DOOR

-Come in.

Oh, it's you, Hobson. Come in.

-I wanted a chat...unofficially. Cigarette?

-No, thank you, sir.

You know...I've often wondered why you haven't gone higher in the service.

You've knocked about the world. You speak a couple of languages.

It seems a pity that a man like you

should mess up his life just because...

-Look here, I've had a letter from your brother-in-law. Read it.

-I can guess what's in it.

It's about your wife. She wants a separation.

-He should stick to his fish suppers and keep out of my business!

-Yes... I don't like the sound of him.

-But you can hardly blame HIM...

-He's always trying to separate us. He's never out of our house.

-Why d'you give him so much leeway? You went home tight last time.

-He made the most of that, I'm sure.

He calls it "the deadly sin".

If I were you, I'd try and get home sober this time.

I'm not going to join the Band of Hope because of HIM ! If my wife wants a separation, she can have it.

-Is that what you really want me to say?

-Yes, sir.

-Anything else, sir?

-No.

That's all, Hobson.

-#

-Speak to me, Thora...

-# That's Mike, isn't it?

-#

-Speak to me, Thora!

-#

-Speak from your heaven...!

-#

HE'S happy enough. It's his last chance before he gets married.

Yeah... What do you mean?!

Marriage is just the thing for Mike, especially to our Ethel.

Then why aren't YOU married? That's different... Here, Mike... Mike!

-Mike, YOUR name's down to stay behind.

-No!

Williams, YOU'RE doing it! My name isn't on that list. And that's good enough for ME.

-There must be a mistake.

-See for yourself.

-I can't believe it. Everyone knows I'm getting married!

-I've got enemies in this ship!

-We must do something.

-Why bother? An order's an order.

Something always spoils our plans.

We're powerless, Dickie! Playthings in the hands of an unseen fate, that's what we are!

Don't you worry. I'll fix it.

But Dickie, I...

That's pretty wicked tobacco, Sid.

Well, Jock, leave's only 48 hours. Not worth goin' ashore for.

I knew you wouldn't mind staying behind. Oh, no!

I'm entitled to my leave!

Now, Jock, I wouldn't ask you to do something for nothing.

Mike, I fixed it! Jock's taking your place.

I can't go like this. I haven't got my kit.

That's all right. Tug's looking after it. Come on!

Have a good time, Mr Coxswain, but keep off the beer!

Lucky you didn't take that bet about the 48-hour leave! Eh?! That's a bet I'd have won!

What?

Tug, how long is this leave? Seven days.

Seven...?!

­ That'll be enough for that boat.

Well, I'll be...! Wotcher, me old Gladys!

Excuse me, have you any cigarettes...? Oh! No... Thank you.

Hello, Ethel. Dickie! Look who's here.

-Hello, Mike.

-Hello, Ethel.

< Put that light out!

-'Morning, Mrs Metcalfe. Fish and chips for dinner?

-That's right.

It's no use knocking. She's gone.

-Gone?

-Yes.

-To the shop?

-Aye, over a week ago.

Here's a present for you.

For ME ?!

-Hello, Mr Hobson.

-Here you are, son. Here's a football for you.

Well, sir, the Sunday morning is the only time we have free now.

Well, we must remedy that, Drake.

You trying to pick a fight, Rudolf?

Listen, Drake, when Miss Lake calls, have her put through here.

-Lucky young chap...

-A week's leave, sir.

-Just started?

-Yes.

-Army?

-Navy.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Hello, my darling. How are you?

Hello, Freddie dear (!)

This is Browning here. Bad news, I'm afraid, old man. You're ordered to report back at once.

Recall list for the Sea Tiger. Yes, sir.

-How do

-I

-know, old man? You're probably wanted to make up a four at bridge.

Whatever the reason, you must be back by 9 o'clock at the latest.

Right.

-Finished, sir?

-Yes, I'm finished.

The very first day of my leave (!)

The first I've had for months!

-What's the trouble?

-Leave cancelled, just like THAT !

After all those dates I've fixed...

The trouble's at the top. Silly old dossers who give orders one day and cancel them the next...!

Quite right, my boy. I've had to fight against it all my life. Bye.

Look here, Dusty, this slate ain't elastic.

You'll be OK on Saturday. I've got a treble comin' up. It's a cert.

Here comes old Slim. He's always good for a dollar.

Hello, Slim, here's a pint. Thanks, Dusty. I'm glad I found you here. All the best.

Eh, Slim, we was just sayin'... I've got bad news for you. Report to the ship... And you...

BOTH of you! >

Is this a joke?! It's an order. You sail tonight.

But Slim...! "Always good for a dollar" (!)

Hello, all! Hello, grease-spot. Still frying the same dogfish?

-What have YOU come for?

-My wife.

-She doesn't want to see you.

-That's for HER to say.

-She's out.

-I can wait. Meantime, I've got a few words for YOU.

-Hobson, can't you see I'm busy?!

-OK, Sid, I'll give you a hand.

-Don't bother!

-What's yours, Mrs?

-A sixpenny and two penn'orth.

-Right. Service, that's what

-I

-like.

-Here...!

-Fish is good for the brain. You need an extra bit.

-Here you are. Tuppence the lot.

-Eeeh...

Service and civility!

-< Now, look here, Hobson!

-There you are, lass, a penny back.

-Right, young lady.

-Sailor, serve ME. >

Hello, Daddy.

Hello, Son.

I've come to take you home, Pete.

-Have you been in your submarine?

-Better than that. I brought it home for you.

-Here... What do you think of that?

-Oooh, Daddy!

< Go back in the kitchen, Peter.

Alice, just a minute...

-I'm on me seven days. I thought we might...

-Oh, Jim, couldn't you come home sober just for once?

-Last time was the same.

-Why weren't you at our house?

-Hobson...!

-You keep out of this!

-You're coming home with me!

-Hey...!

-You greasy old hypocrite. You've always tried to separate us!

You've always tried to do it...! Leave me alone!

-Leave me alone!

-Now then, now then!

What's goin' on here? Break it up... Break it up!

-HE started it. He did, Mr Briggs.

-Don't waste much time, do you?

-Are you James Hobson?

-I am.

-Come to the station with ME, then.

-Are you runnin' me in?

-It's the RAILWAY station. You've to return to your ship.

You'd better say goodbye.

There's nobody here wants anything of ME.

Come on.

# 'Tis the la-a-a-a-a-ast rose of summer

# Left blooming alone... #

CAR HORN SOUNDS

Here's Ernie with the taxi.

-Here, it's time you and Tug got along to the church. There's no hurry.

-Yes, no hurry.

Plenty of blokes would like to change places with you, Mike. He won her fair and square.

Sure. But there's still hope. Old Tug might lose the ring.

I never lose nothing. What about that lady you brought, from the fag shop?

You didn't see the Coxswain going in the scullery, did you?

Mind your pretty fingers.

You're getting in my way. You've got me, hook, line, and sinker. What's your name?

I've told you. Miss Harcourt.

I can't keep on calling you "Miss Harcourt".

He could have "Miss Harcourt" tattooed across his chest (!)

Has the beer gone already? Now, Dickie...

So he has girls' names tattooed all over him? Show her one of them, Dickie.

I'll show you my fist...! I'm only trying to help...

Miss Harcourt... Oh, that's her coming down.

MUSIC: "HERE COMES THE BRIDE"

You look lovely.

It's beautiful, Ethel. Thank you, Gladys. Very nice, indeed.

-Well, Mike...?

-Well, Ethel... You look fine in that...hat.

-I've never felt so nervous before.

Have a glass of port. Thanks.

Oh, Ethel, how awful... I do believe it's GREEN.

We ain't superstitious here.

I was just readin' the telegrams.

Ethel, here's one for YOU... "A happy married life to both.

"Name the first one after ME. > Auntie Meg."

­ She's decided what it's gonna be.

"Best wishes. Name the first one after Uncle Fred."

Looks like twins, Mike.

"Torpedo Gunner's Mate, M Corrigan...

"Return to ship at once. > Sailing tonight..."

It's a recall! At least, sounds like it.

Let me have a look.

There's one for you, Dickie.

Yes, it's a recall, all right.

Now, isn't that just my luck?

There must be some mistake.

No, there's no mistake.

-There nearly was.

-What do you mean?

You gave yourself away, Mike.

What are you getting at? It's not Mike's fault. Mike knows...don't you, Mike?

But Ethel...

What's the matter with her, Mum?

-I don't understand.

-What was all that?

-I don't know.

-You didn't fake this, did you?

-What, ME ?!

-Yeah. No, they're genuine.

-Well, boys, you'd better go.

-You're in a hurry to get rid of us!

No offence. We've all got to do our bit. You in your sub...

It's SUBMARINE, twerp. Come on.

And you, Wilson! There's no recall for ME, Dickie. Come on! And it's not "Dickie"!

I'm the Coxswain now. Oh, all right.

Well, I'll be seeing you.

Come on, Mike! We can't hang about here all night.

Now, lower away! See to your check-line. Snag off aft.

Go on. Let her come... All right.

Engine Room, all present? Aye. Good leave? I wouldn't have thought it was worth it.

Leave?! That wasn't leave!

-Satisfied now?

-What do you mean?

-You accused me of sending those telegrams. How do you think

-I

-feel?

-I'll fix it up with her on my next leave...

-Do you expect to find her waiting for you (?)

Hello, 'Swain.

Engine Room OK ? Yes, sir. We got spare crew.

'Swain, where are we going?

-I can't say. The orders are to be confided to none of you lot.

-They'll be carried out by us lot, though!

All hands on board, sir. Very good.

Where are we going, sir? It's hush-hush.

-Good luck on this trip.

-Thanks, sir. Cheerio, Daley.

-Cheerio.

-If you bring it off, I'll stand you a Scotch.

-A double!

I hope I do have to buy that double, sir.

-Take this.

-Aye-aye, sir.

-All set?

-Ready for sea, sir.

-Let go for'ard!

-Let go for'ard spring!

Let go aft!

-Slow astern starboard.

-Aye, sir.

Slow ahead port!

-May we dive to trim, sir?

-I want to talk to the crew first.

D'you hear that?

'Stand by for the Captain!'

Well, as you've probably guessed, it's a special job this time.

'What's more, it's not a long one. In fact, we're due to be back in 4 or 5 days...we hope.'

The new German battleship, the Brandenburg, is due to leave Bremerhaven for her Baltic trials.

'To get to the Baltic, she'll have to pass through the Kiel Canal.'

She'll have to hug the coast past Cuxhaven

'and into the Elbe. We are to intercept and sink her.'

Now, I hope you're listening in the Engine Room...

'We must be in the Heligoland Bight within 48 hours at the most...'

­ D'you hear that, ye lazy beggars?

It means we must risk sticking on the surface as much as we can, even in daylight.

Every one of us must be right on his toes at all times. That's all.

Continued but surfaced...

13.30 hours.

Spotted plane approaching...

..looked like one of ours...

..but dived at once.

No wonder they're cutting dog-racing.

That's us in the danger zone now.

Blimey, and us on the surface! That's to keep up speed.

We should be under water. Sub - "under", marine - "water".

Marine for water? Not any marines I've ever known.

Tom, what kept you? I'm starving.

-I'd like a word, T.I.

-Uh-huh.

-Remember Gladys?

-What about her?

-As you won't be needing this ring any more, perhaps I could...

-Who says I won't?

-'Course you won't.

Look here, Mike, I always knew you never liked the idea of marriage, and neither did the bride.

-And the reason was obvious.

-What do you mean?!

-Why, that bloke at the piano...

-Eh?

-Didn't you see the way that he...?

Oh, hello, Coxswain.

-What did HE want?

-He wanted my wedding ring for his girl.

-The less you say about weddings the better.

His girl... HIS girl?!

Did he mean the girl at the tobacconist's?! Hmmph!

She obviously preferred ME. Are you trying to pinch her? She knew who the best man was.

If he gives you any trouble, you can buy him off with cigars (!)

KLAXON Diving stations!

Stand by, gunners!

German rescue buoy, sir. Green 3-0.

Control Room, gun action! Machine-gun up!

-They seem to think we're a U-boat.

-They're bound to report seeing us.

Sie haben uns gesehen!

Englaender!

-They've rumbled us, sir. They'll be wirelessing.

-Jeff...

-Yes, sir?

-Help yourself to that aerial.

Du bleibst da oben!

Stop! Stop!

Stop! Ve are coming! Ve are coming!

-Take those two below.

-Aye-aye, sir.

Is this your international law? Shooting at helpless airmen?

Well, I'm sorry we shot down your aerial before you could give us away.

-You were very quick.

-Sir, listen.

-AEROPLANE APPROACHING Very quick (!)

-Down, everybody!

-I do not go!

-Oh, yes, you do.

Hey!

-Take the prisoners for'ard. >

-Come on, you two.

Up periscope! Well...?

Down periscope!

-Was it Jerry, sir?

-I couldn't see.

-Shut cues!

-Probably one of our Brylcreem boys.

-Keep her at 90.

-90 feet, sir.

This is for YOU - Sheffield Wednesday...

Here, use this if they give any trouble.

-Now, what have we got for HIM ? And something natty for this lad.

-Here.

I bet this grub's cold.

Wilson!

What do you want, 'Swain? I want a word with you. It's about that girl...

You told her about my tattoos.

Well, I'll show her one, but YOU'LL change it first. Oh, I see...

How can I change "Nellie" to..."Arabella"? Arabella?! So THAT'S her name!

The girl in the fag shop? But I...

Yeah, that's the one - Arabella. It'll cost you two bob a letter.

You can use some of these.

Change the Y to an A, the N to a B, and put ARA in front.

I'll give you a quid for it. A quid? Done!

I figured that's how much your love for her was worth. You can start to work on it soon.

It is a battleship you go after.

Well, I'll take your word for it.

Get this inside of you.

I'll tell you also which it is. It is the Brandenburg.

Brandenburg?! Isn't that a cheese?

Er sagt, dass Brandenburg einer Kaese ist! Was fuer einer Kaese!

Schwer fuer Englaender zu verdauen!

OMINOUS RUMBLING

Slow port. Stop starboard.

Aye-aye, sir.

-We're up to time.

-Trouble ahead, sir.

Group down. Watch your depth.

-Was war das? What was that?

-We're in a minefield. That'll be a cable.

Was sagt er? Minen. Minen?!

Just wait till we hit the barrage.

Was...? Er macht Spass! Wir haben das Schiff gesichtet!

THE GERMANS ARGUE BITTERLY

Aber wir haben es gesichtet! LOUD RUMBLING

Schon wieder! Ich muss zum Kapitaen! Ich muss alles wiederholen!

-What's the matter with him?

-He's nervous.

-I'll get more grub.

-Mike, guard them.

-I'll be happy to.

-I'll get YOU some, too.

Sure, what are you worryin' about? They're your own minefields.

-Captain, sir...

-Yes?

-The prisoners say they saw the Brandenburg today.

It was passing Cuxhaven, sir.

-How do you know that?

-One of them wanted to tell you, so you would turn back.

-I see...

If they're right, she'll be through into the Baltic by now.

They told Hobson this to put us off.

They didn't tell me anything, sir. I didn't let on I knew German.

RUMBLING

Herr Kapitaen. Herr Kapitaen! Hoeren Sie doch...!

-He's just about done him in, sir.

-Get the Coxswain to fix him up.

Aye-aye, sir.

Was...var...es...?

-Em...ask him what the other bloke was saying.

-Was wollte er sagen?

Kapitaen...! Halt das Maul!

-Die Brandenburg musst jetzt dicht bei Kiel sein.

-They saw the Brandenburg.

He said she should be near Kiel by now.

Du feiger Hund!

Well...we missed the Brandenburg. She's probably well inside the Kiel Canal by now.

-Looks like the end of the trip, sir.

-Mmm? Yeah.

No, it isn't. We're going after her. We're going into the Baltic.

It's a hell of a trip,

smack through the nets.

For speed we'll have to chance every hour we can on the surface.

-Are you for it?

-Yes, sir.

-Right.

Five.

Four. Back you go again.

Control Room, what are you steering? Make it 0-1-5.

Be more careful! It's the rolling, 'Swain.

Blotting out letters takes time.

The daft things men do for women.

Oh! Steady... It's none of his business.

­ Up spirits! I could do with a tot.

Time flies when you're havin' fun, (!)

What's that you're making? A brooch. I'll use it as bait to get a girl.

­ That's a good idea. Did your boy like that model you made, Hobson?

-I lost it, sir.

-Oh, hard luck. That's the lot, sir.

-Do you want some of this, Hobson?

-I've got better things to do.

Blue watch. It's your routine! I wish I was in the Army.

-How is it, sir?

-Low visibility. Keep a good watch.

Permission to ditch gas, sir!

Everything's all right, Tug.

How is he? Pretty bad, poor bastard.

He took a bit of a beating.

-All right...how is he?

-I'm afraid he's worse, sir.

Poor little bastard.

-I'm afraid he's for it.

-Yeah, it looks like it.

-How's the tattooing going?

-Oh, all right.

-A-ha.

Arabella's a long name, isn't it?

A bit longer than Gladys.

Eh...Tug...you know the other day you mentioned that Ethel was keen on that piano fella...?

Oh, yes... I expect she's just fond of a bit of music, that's all.

-D'you think so?

-Yes, of course, that's all it is.

-Stop both. Full astern together.

-Full astern together, sir.

Full astern together.

-How is it now?

-Still fouled, sir.

Slow ahead.

Slow ahead. Well, what next? Wait and see.

Full astern together.

All motors going full astern!

Group up. Full ahead together.

I bet we get through! I don't bet. Full ahead together!

All motors going full ahead!

­ I'LL bet you five bob we don't. You're on.

Oh, nearly... It's all a fix.

Five bob, Spud. Chalk it up.

-Full ahead together.

-Full ahead together, sir.

-She's made it. Slow both.

-We'll be in the rough stuff now, sir.

-Keep your fingers crossed till we get to the Baltic.

-Aye-aye, sir.

No sign of a ship, sir.

What's that, Hobson? Another Sea Tiger?

No, the Brandenburg. Probably all we'll ever see of her.

KLAXON SOUNDS Diving stations!

-Flashing, sir. Some distance away.

-Up periscope!

I ain't washed your perishin' plates!

No sign.

There it is.

-I wish we had more light.

-It'll soon be full daylight, sir.

I can still see a light flashing.

It seems to be moving.

-Ship's head?

-0-8-0, sir.

-Starboard 15.

-Starboard 15, sir.

15 a-starboard on, sir.

No more morse. If she holds her course, we ought to close on her. Down periscope.

Stop starboard. Full ahead port.

Stop starboard. Full ahead port.

Port motors full ahead!

I bet it's the real thing.

A wee flash, and YOU think it's the Brandenburg? And I'm not betting.

-Stop starboard. Slow port. A destroyer. You getting anything?

-No, sir... Wait...I am now.

-There's two of 'em.

-Up periscope.

-Bearing 3-5-0.

Plates... Plates!

It's her...the Brandenburg. Blow up all tubes.

Four ends, blow up all tubes.

It must be the old Brandyballs herself!

Not too much rise, Coxswain.

Cut down the light.

Right...start the attack, start the plot.

Keep the confounded boat lower, Number One, she's bouncing about.

-Enemy bearing...? Read it, somebody!

-Green 4-0, sir.

-Green 4-0.

-I'm 7 degrees on her port bow.

No, eight...

No...twelve...

No... Why can't these ruddy Huns steer straight when I'm looking at them?

Make it eight degrees on the bow.

Range...

Dammit, Number One, can't you keep the basket straight? Let me know when you have some sort of a trim.

That's better, Coxswain.

Range, 7,000 yards. Can't see more than mast and funnels.

Keep her up now. Bit of a rise, Coxswain.

Don't wring her neck off!

Pump on A.

Take them up, Coxswain.

Stop the pump.

I said, stop the bloody pump!

Steady at 35 feet, sir.

I can hardly see.

-Ah... Bearing?

-Green 6-0, sir.

Eleven degrees on her port bow.

Eleven degrees on port bow.

Range...now...seventeen minutes in high power.

-Hard a-port.

-Hard a-port, sir.

-Full speed starboard.

-Full speed starboard, sir.

-I hope the destroyers stick to their course. You getting anything, Hobson?

-Not now, sir.

Looks like we've got it on a plate.

Stand by, all tubes. Depth settings.

Stand by.

Don't forget what I told you... Go through the drill smoothly, and watch that reservoir pressure.

OK, Chief... A DSM for him if we make a hit. Yeah. Stand by!

Now we're off.

What's happening? Leave this to me and the Captain. We're in charge.

-Slow boat. Steer 1-1-0.

-1-1-0, sir.

-Bearing Green 6-0, doing 2-7-0 revolutions.

-< Steady on 0-1-0, sir.

-There she is.

One lovely battleship.

-Bearing?

-Green 6-0, sir.

Range...23 minutes.

Fifteen degrees on the port bow.

Fifty feet, Number One!

-How's range 3,000, sir? 30 knots.

-30 ? A bit much. Make it 25.

Right, bring the boat up.

Clear away attack periscope. Group down.

-Hydrophone bearing?

-Green 5-9, sir.

-Bearing on...?

-Green 6-5, sir.

Thirty degrees on the bow.

Destroyer...port wing of screen... 1,500 yards.

Stand by to take her down low, Number One. We'll be bloody close.

800 yards off track. Same course.

Right.

Well...

-Looks faster than 25. Give her 28 for luck.

-28, sir.

Control Room...all tubes ready.

-Captain, all tubes ready.

-Good.

Now, watch your steering and keep her down.

Open bow buoyancy.

Vector angle 17 degrees, sir.

Seventeen degrees.

-Stand by.

-Stand by. Stand by.

-Fire!

-Fire!

Two gone.

< Three gone.

Four.

Five gone.

Six gone. All torpedoes fired, sir.

All six running, sir.

Take her down, Number One. Stand by for depth charges.

KLAXON SOUNDS

Torpedoes!

We should have our first strike in a few seconds, sir.

-Keep her right down. Stop both. Steering and planes in hand.

-Right, sir.

Quiet, everyone. Did we hit her, Hobson?

It's hard to tell with these depth charges, sir.

What's all the fuss about? Just you mind your ruddy pump.

If I've got to die, I want to know how it happened. Matter of interest.

-Listen all round carefully.

-Something on Red 3-0, sir.

Coming this way.

Increasing speed.

Coming in to attack.

Steady bearing.

Damn. Stand by for a burst of speed.

Passing very close, sir.

Passing overhead now.

Pump all Engine Room bilges. Secondary lighting!

Hold her up, Coxswain.

Can I use speed, sir? Half ahead together!

Half ahead together, sir.

-There's a leak in the Motor Room. We can't get a suction on the pump.

-Get a bucket team going, Coxswain.

Grab the buckets!

You need more plugs!

Don't forget me. Chuck us some buckets!

Come on, chain-up there!

T.I, the main line's gone off.

-We've got to dump this stuff in the fore-end bilges.

-All right. Tug, come on.

Hans, ich glaube Fritz stirbt. Sag ihm mal... Hier!

-What is it now?

-I think that the patient is dying.

-Oh.

You take my place here.

Now, don't worry about them bangs.

There never was anybody...

I'm afraid he's finished dying.

-He's dead. I'll report to the Captain.

-Okay.

Soon fill the bilges at this rate.

We've got teetotallers drinkin' them up the end.

Getting nearer now.

Getting faster.

Speed increasing.

Right overhead now.

-Captain, the German prisoner has died.

-Oh.

-Coming up, Number One?

-Yes, sir.

-What did you say, T.I?

-The German's dead, sir.

-I'll pick that up later.

-Sir, if we keep this bucket drill up for another hour, we'll have done it.

-Good.

Coming in to attack again.

-Increasing.

-Hope he messes it up. What about our sweets, Coxswain?

-Sir...?

-Sweets.

-I'll send for them. Lofty...

Lofty, go and fetch that tin of suckers. Right, 'Swain.

There's barely 500 gallons of fuel left, sir, and we're still losin' it.

Apart from losing the oil, we must be leaving a trail on the surface. It's only a question of time...

It's only a question of time before they hit the bullseye.

Until these Jerries think we're a gonner, they'll keep at it.

Talking of Jerries...

I wonder...

Coxswain...!

Hurry up! We haven't got all day.

Here, that won't float. I want to wash it.

-Put those papers in his pocket?

-Yes, and the watch.

Was machen Sie mit dem? That's all right. Don't worry.

-Leave it to ME, sir.

-Fine. Warn everybody we're taking a big angle on.

-Aye-aye, sir.

-Okay?

-Yes, sir. The body is in the tube, along with the clothing.

-Fill another tube with water. I need a big splash. Wait for the order.

-Aye-aye, sir.

-Pass the word, we're taking a steep angle.

-Look out for standin' on your ruddy heads.

Stand by. Fire. Blow out oil.

Fire ONE !

Number one tube fired, sir.

Open bow buoyancy. Flood A, flood B...

Well, that's a nice, quick funeral.

-Half ahead together.

-Aye-aye, sir.

Again...twelve...fifteen...

Lovely.

-Stern's out of the water now, sir.

-Stop. Flood aft tanks. Let her go down.

LORD HAW-HAW ON RADIO: 'The Admiralty's foolhardiness is evident

'in the fate of the submarine, the Sea Tiger.

'Following a senseless attack on an unarmed fishing smack, the Sea Tiger is now a wreck...'

You ought to be ashamed, listening to that pack of lies!

I hope you're right, Mrs.

No, Miss, there's no news.

Cheers.

Have a drink, Scratch? No, thanks.

Hobson...

What's the longest time you've ever been down.?

Shut up and save some oxygen.

Jack...

What's that? It's a fly. It's known as the Whirling Dun.

They fairly fight for it.

I believe in a cod's head and a big hook.

Yank 'em in, no arguments.

TANNOY: 'Stand by for the Captain.'

This is the Captain speaking.

There's no need for me to explain the situation. You all know it.

'I intended searching for a tanker and hijacking the oil,

'but we haven't even got enough fuel left for that.

'We are down to our last gallons, and we have only enough food to last until tomorrow.'

In fact, just about one decent meal for the T.I.

Now, I've gone into the matter very carefully, and what I propose to do is this...

'About twenty miles to the northwest is the island of Hago.

'I shall bring the boat close in during the night, give every man the chance of getting ashore...

'..and then blow her up.'

I'm sorry it's come to this, but there is no alternative.

'Thank you for your loyalty and help.'

That's all.

Come for'ard, Number One. We'll figure something out.

This means internment... perhaps a prison camp in Germany!

Go on, cheer us up. Why don't you make it a concentration camp (?)

Where are you going, Hobson?

What's biting HIM, I'd like to know.

It's a question of these tides...

-KNOCK AT DOOR

-Come in.

-Sir, may I have a word with you?

-What is it, Hobson? Eh...just a minute, Pilot.

It's about what you've just been telling us, sir. There's a port called Freihaven, on Hago.

I called there once on a Baltic run.

Well, I was thinking, sir...

It's bound to be busy these days, and there'll be oil somewhere about. I could slip ashore and see.

If there's any oil handy, I could flash you a signal, and you could bring in the boat for the juice.

Even if I didn't get away with it, we couldn't be any worse off.

I wonder...

-I could use one of those Jerry uniforms.

-You thought it all out, didn't you, Hobson?

Supposing you were stopped...?

-My plane might have crashed in the sea...and I got ashore in the dinghy.

-Why not?

If you're caught in a German uniform, it won't just be a matter of being taken prisoner.

There's nobody to shed tears over ME.

Mmm...it's not going to be easy getting you into a strange harbour at night.

We'll take a crack at it.

Okay, pick out a uniform and be ready by dark.

-I wish I could come.

-Your German might not stand the strain, sir.

-No.

Oh...eh...thank you, Hobson.

Sir.

Good, he's made it.

-Monkey...orange...king...

-Monkey orange king...

-James...monkey... yorker...

-James monkey yorker...

-Sugar...Charlie.

-Sugar Charlie.

-That's the lot.

-I'm going to help decode it.

-Sir.

Halt! Wer da?

-Hauptmann Tischler!

-Bitte, den Ausweis von dem Herr Hauptmann.

Bitte schoen. Wenn der Herr Hauptmann mitkommen wolle?

-Na, was ist denn los...? Verzeihung, Herr Hauptmann.

-Guten Abend, Feldwebel.

-Ausweis.

-Ich bin abgeschossen worden.

That's the lot, sir.

"Have located loaded oil tanker, port end of pier, depth 8 fathoms everywhere."

Good, we can go slap in at periscope depth.

Danke, Hauptmann. Abtreten. TELEPHONE RINGS

Wachtposten 3... Jawohl, Herr Major.

Jawohl. Ein Signal, Herr Major?! Ein Lichtzeichen?

Ganz ausgeschlossen. Das lag hier auf dem Tisch.

Nein, nein. Hat die Wache gar nicht bemerkt. Nur ein Hauptmann der Luftwaffe.

Ja. Er ist eben angekommen.

Jawohl, Herr Major. Ich werde mich persoenlich vergewissern. Jawohl, sofort!

TELEPHONE RINGS

'Halo. Was ist da los? Halo. Melden Sie! Halo...'

Danke, Feldwebel. Gute Nacht.

Wache!

Wo ist die Bruecke?

-Sieht der Hauptmann die Schuppen drueben?

-Ja.

-Links in die Strasse...

Can't see a thing. If you feel a bump, you'll know we've arrived.

CHURCH BELLS START TO RING

We must be well inside the harbour now.

-Right, bring her up, Number One.

-Stand by, landing party.

Turning us into a lot of ruddy commandos (!)

-Surface.

-Surface. Blow two!

Lord, we left it pretty late. Ease to 15.

Sounds as if Hobson's in trouble. Get your party ashore.

Come on, come on!

Keep them quiet.

­ Here's the Captain, sir.

I speak English. We want oil and stores.

Whatever you want. The British Navy is always welcome in Denmark.

Take what you want. My men will help you.

Get these pipelines linked up.

MACHINE-GUN FIRE

-That's one of 'em.

-Wait! It might be Hobson.

-It IS Hobson.

-I believe you're right.

-That's the boy.

-Wait there.

-Well done, Hobson.

-About time you blokes turned up.

Another ruddy machine-gun.

Tell the Captain it's filling up. Right, Chief.

Things are getting hot. Take 3 men and back the other party up. Hang on till I blow the whistle.

If we can't hold them, I'll give you one green Very light. Come on.

We've to hold on until we hear the whistle.

You all right? Yeah, I think so, sir.

We'll be in trouble soon, sir. That warehouse is full of oil. We'll cop it if that lot goes up!

-Shall I take over for you?

-No, I'm okay.

Control Room... Find out how we're going now.

We want a lot more yet!

Ask him what his gauges are showing.

Ronnie, we're out of ammo!

-How much have YOU got?

-Enough for a couple of bursts, sir.

-Better save them.

-Aye-aye, sir.

Nothing else for it, I suppose.

1,200 gallons? OK, we'll risk it. That's his Scots caution. Tell him we're going to take a short cut.

WHISTLE BLAST Get your party going!

Man verlaesst den Post!

They're coming. Get going, T.I. Hobson!

Lend a hand here!

Is that the lot? The cook won't be coming.

Let go aft!

-Half astern together.

-Good luck!

-Thanks for the oil!

Please...report...

..Sea Tiger...

..returning...to...base.

Get that off to C in C. Repeat F.O.S.

What are they saying?

Congratulations...on...

-sinking...

-What?

-Well, I'll be...!

-The Brandenburg, sir!

-Blimey!

-Blimey! Control Room...

-Sir?

-We've sunk the Brandenburg!

-We got the Brandenburg!

We got the Brandenburg!

We got the Brandenburg!

They're hoisting our pennants, sir.

Well done, P61.

-Stop both.

-Stop both, sir.

-Grand job, Taylor.

-Thank you, sir.

-­ You MUST have used "Old Moore's Almanac"!

-It's all done by mirrors.

I'm just pushing off. Good luck, Humphries.

-Good luck, David.

-Thank you. Well done...

-Hello, Mike.

-Hello, Gladys.

< Mike!

Mike... it's lovely to have you back.

Ethel...me darlin'!

Hello, Arabella. Arabella?

Gladys! Tug, this is wonderful!

Dickie, you must show Gladys your new tattoo some time.

Gladys?! You heard.

Daddy!

-Hello, Pete.

-I saw your submarine.

-Did you?

-Yes, Daddy.

-Did you see her coming in?

-Yes.

-Did you know she brought a battleship with her?

-No, Daddy.

Look what I've got for you here.

Oooh, Daddy! Hello, Jim.

-Hello, Alice.

-Mummy, Mummy...

Daddy brought me a battleship. Yes.

-We'd better be getting home.

-Aye.

-Well, this time I suppose you WILL be seeing your aunts?

-Yes, sir.

-Gordon...ring Grosvenor 2777.

-Yes, sir.

There's the Sorceress off.

One comes in, another goes out. Just like a ruddy bus service!