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You should've told me|no matter what,

'cause your little secret nearly|cost every man here his life.

You had no cause.

Mr. O'Dell, the woman|is confined to quarters

for the duration|of the patrol.

If she asks to use the toilet,|you are to bring her a bucket.

Stumbo, clean up|that f***in' mess.

F***ing A-1, sir.

I'll be in my berth...

sleeping.

I just wanted to save one.

Just...

one of my patients.

Aaaahh!

Look,|it's happened twice now.

I don't think|that's an accident.

Somebody is up to something.

Well, just so you know, I've|walked in the wardroom before

and found a steward listening|to the record player

while he was cleaning up.

...Now, I wouldn't blame him...|...Unless he's...

...Hey, Champ.|...Hey.

How are those hydrogen levels?

It's almost 3% .

Chief says we need to vent|before long.

All right. We'll ride|surface tonight... 2100.

Is there something else?

Yeah.

I just can't believe it's one|of our own hands doing this.

I've been on the boat|seven weeks now,

and I know most of the guys.

I just don't believe|it's one of them.

...Who are you suggesting?|...I'm not suggesting anybody.

You know,|it's been a rough patrol.

Some men do strange things|under duress.

So just keep your eyes open.

Yes, sir.

Bright kid, O'Dell.

Get off.

Get off before it's too late.

Down here.

I-I was awake.

I wasn't dreaming.|I know I was awake.

Don't let them get to you.

I heard a voice. I heard it.

It's nothing.

Just ignore them, all right?|Claire, are you listening?

...I thought he spoke to me.|...Claire...

It wasn't his voice,|but he spoke to me.

Claire!

...Is this your idea of a joke?|...Claire, don't.

Have you got nothing better|to do at a time of war

than play games|with dead bodies?!

You are on thin ice...|real thin ice.

Wrap it back up...

for the last time.

We'll dump him|when we surface.

A bit more respect for the dead|might be in order, Mr. Brice...

from everybody|onboard this ship.

This is a boat|you're a guest on, not a ship.

Get off|before it's too late!

Hoag, are you pushing him up|or feeling him up?

I've got a dead kraut dick in my|face, and you're complaining?

Come on, Stumbo!

You need to turn around.

Oh, nice try.

Hoag told you, right?

Turn around.

So many left behind.

I want...

God damn it!

What the hell|are you doing, Stumbo?

...Stumbo.

I'm telling you, there's some|bad hoodoo on this boat.

That might've worked on|the female, Stumbo, but not me.

Look, f*** the brillo pad.|This ain't about her.

He talked to me.

Oh, wow.|...The dead guy?

...The dead kraut talked to me.|...Yeah, right.

Wow.

Did he talk to you|in English or German?

I guess it was English.

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