Synopsis: In the dark silence of the sea during World War II, the submarine U.S.S. Tiger Shark prowls on what should be a routine rescue mission. But for the shell-shocked crew, trapped together in the sub's narrow corridors and constricted spaces, this is about to become a journey into the sensory delusions, mental deceptions and runaway fear that lurk just below the surface of the ocean and deep inside the human psyche.
Director(s): David Twohy
Production: Dimension Films
  2 nominations.
Rotten Tomatoes:
105 min

This is almost a day behind us.

Well, who are they?

Americans? Brits? Italians?

It doesn't even say.

Well, I think we can assume|they're friendly, Mr. Loomis.

Besides, it doesn't appear|to be a suggestion, does it?

What the hell?

Might get a Silver Star|out of this patrol yet.

Just have Coors plot it out.

Gunners mate standing by, sir.

Stow the weapons.|They're British.

...You can tell that from here?|...It's the sail.

The krauts use white on their|lifeboats. The Brits use red.

Don't they teach you that|in OCS, ensign?

Afraid not, but I can recite|the submariners' motto in Latin.

Radar contact... starboard|beam, seven miles out, sir.

God damn it!

What if they see us?

Well, they're pouring on|the coal for somebody.

All ahead... emergency.|Rudder to midship.

Crew to battle stations.

All ahead... emergency.|Rudder to midship.

All crew to battle stations.

All right,|do this at flank speed!

I want you to grab|what's breathing on that boat

and you leave|everything else behind!

Stand by to board survivors.

I got him! I got him!

Wounded coming down.

Next man, let's go.

Come on!

There's a warship approaching,|guys.

Let's move! Move!|I ntroductions later!

Ow! Ow! I'm going, okay?!

Next man. Next m...

What have we here?

Let's pull the plug.

...Periscope depth.

Periscope depth,|make your depth 65 feet.

Make depth 6-5 feet.

Bleed air in the boat.

Bleed air in the boat.

All hatches indicate closed.

All vents indicate open.

Pressure in the boat.

Pressure in the boat.

It's a two-stacker...

about 3,000 tons.

It's not a friendly.

Possible Z-class.

If it is, rear recs,|no side throwers,

four 5-inch guns,|grapple hooks.

Fast screws, Mr. Brice.

30 knots or better.

2-5-0 feet.

Make it 2-5-0 feet.

...2-5-0 feet.|...Hard left rudder.

Hard left rudder.

Live to fight another day.

Smart move.

Three survivors... Brits...|and get this...

one's a woman.

Three Brits... one's a skirt.

Three limeys... one's a female.


Three Brits... one female.

Guys, listen up.

We've got three survivors...|all Brits.

One's a woman, eh?

Hey, look lively.|Woman onboard.

Hey, Hoag, spread the news...|three tea bags,

and I hear one's, uh,|bazooma.

We got ourselves a filly?


Sweet holy Jesus.

You're gonna wanna hear this.

Hey, boys... here's the news.

Front page...

we got three redcoats,|and guess what.

One of them's a bleeder.

Aw, great.|That's all this boat needs...

another piece of rotten luck.

Yeah, well,|if it means you guys

finally wash the butt squirt|outta your shorts,

I'm all for it.

So what exactly happened|to your shi...

Um... your ship?

Hospital ship.

We were attacked two nights ago.

Two nights?

I'm... I'm sorry.|My brain's a bit foggy.

Although I'm reasonably sure|my name's Claire Page.

The rest of the details|will emerge, I'm sure.

That's just a whale.

It's okay, really.

The sounds down here|still get to me, too.

Make a hole.|Comin' through. Make a hole.

Yow.|Mind your pretty toes.

Best-Iookin' bad luck|I ever saw.

Doesn't look good, sir.

Why don't you get|those clothes off of him

and see if you can get|a better look at the wounds?

I can dress the wounds.

Other than that, I think|it's best to leave him be.

Okay. All right.

Maybe I didn't make myself|clear.

I saw it.

It crossed the moon's reflection|just before the explosion.

Yes, it was dark, but I...|I did see it.

It wasn't a mine.

I-It was a U-boat.

What class?

Type 7?

Was it an older boat|or one of their newer ones?


Like this?|Clean at the bow?

...You know...|...No net cutter?

It was just a couple of seconds.|I really couldn't say for...

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