49th Parallel

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[Man Narrating]

I see a long, straight line athwart a continent.

No chain of forts

or deep-flowing river or mountain range ...

... but a line drawn by men upon a map

nearly a century ago ...

... accepted with a handshake

and kept ever since ...

... a boundary

which divides two nations ...

... yet marks

their friendly meeting ground ...

The 49th parallel

the only undefended frontier in the world.

Gun crew!

Battle stations!

Fine work, Hirth.

Magnificent, Herr Kommandant

So the curtain rises on Canada.

[Tapping]

[Man]

Stand by! Stand by!

Radio message received

from motor ship Anticostilite.

Reports attacked by German submarine,

latitude 4-0 degrees, 1-5 minutes north ...

... longitude 5-8 degrees,

Reports sinking rapidly

and only one boat seaworthy.

Latitude 4-0, 1-5 minutes north,

longitude 5-8, 2-5 minutes west.

Warn all coastal batteries in the area

to be on 24-hour watch until further notice.

Warn all DF stations

[Man #2 On RA] All destroyer flotillas

in conjunction with antisubmarine units ...

... at Sydney, Canso and Bay of Chaleur ...

... operate plan zed.

[Man #3 On RA] Turn every available

patrol plane to locating the raider.

Every available patrol plane

to locating the raider.

[Warning Siren Blares]

[Men Chattering, Faint]

Stop motors!

Find the captain. Question him.

[Chattering Continues]

Kuhnecke!

- Yes, Herr Kommandant?

- What in the devil's name are you doing?

Wheres your camera?

[Sailor Gasping]

[Kommandant] You there. Come alongside.

- [Sailor] Hang on, boy.

- Man the gun.

[Sailor] Yes, we'll make it.

Come on, all together.

- [Kommandant] Stop!

- [Sailor] Take it now

- Where's your Captain?

- The old man's dead.

He went down to the cabin to get the ship's papers.

He must've got caught when she rolled.

Your First Officer?

- Jackie's dead too, isn't he?

- Yes.

Your Second Officer.

- Here.

- Come on deck.

- The ship?

- The Anticostilite

- Your destination?

- Montreal.

- Your cargo?

- Crude oil.

- How many tons?

- Three thousand.

That's a lie. You were carrying a full cargo

- Is that correct?

- If you say so.

[Motor Whirring]

[Splash]

[Yells]

Action stations!

Prepare to dive!

[Sailor]

You dirty swinel

[Man]

Half speed ahead

- Flood five.

- Flood five.

- Depth, 30 meters.

- Thirty.

Five Ten Twenty

Here come the boys!

Give 'em a cheer!

[Sailors Cheering]

Only a fool would imagine

we could raid enemy ships for supplies now.

Outgoing ships will be detained,

incoming ships heavily convoyed ...

... at least for the next few days.

We must find a spot where the enemy

is least likely to seek us out ...

... which is not being patrolled every day ...

... where they'll never think

of looking for us.

Hudson Bay.

[Warning Siren Blares]

Too many damned icebergs about.

- What's our position?

- Three miles off Point Amour.

If we go up, we risk the patrols,

but we'll make better time.

If we stay below, we risk the ship.

I'm going up. Action stations!

Where are we? The North Pole?

Belle Isle Straits.

There's a lot of ice coming down.

- Fifty degrees.

- Fifty degrees, Herr Leutnant

[Wind Howling]

Ah.

Good.

I can see the opening dead ahead.

Take a look here.

[Kommandant] You're quite sure

this is a suitable in-draft.

Yes, Herr Kommandant

Those are the cliffs he mentions in his notes.

[Man On P.A.] Stand by.

Radio message received via Resolution Island

from Hudson Bay post at Port Burwell.

Eskimo hunter reports two days ago seeing object

proceeding due west through Hudson Straits.

May be German submarine U-37.

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