Das Boot Page #5

- He knows what he's doing. Deeper.

- Bow down 20. Stern up 5.

- Destroyer almost above us.

- Deeper, Chief. Quick.

DEPTH GAUGE:

Don't be afraid.

It's only the pressure.

- Deeper.

- Stern up 15.

Hurry!

- Tighten that flange.

- Bring her up to 150 metres.

Forward up 20. Stern down.10.

Come on, Frenssen, quickly!

Get the damn thing tightened!

Hull valves secured.

Both planes read zero.

Level at 150 metres.

Becoming louder.

She's turned around. 055.

Go on, get it over.

Contact closing fast.

They are above us...

just above us.

Contact fading to starboard.

- 23.

- They are far away.

Contact receding aft.

I can barely hear it.

- Now?

- It has passed us by.

I think that will be all, this time.

- Silent speed.

- Both main engines 50 rpm.

- Both main engines 50 rpm.

- All compartments report damage.

From my private collection.

- How is the engine room?

- Smashed up badly.

- Will you be able to patch her up?

- I've already started.

Make it good. I've got a feeling

we're going to see some action.

Nothing?

- We've waited over an hour now.

- I guess we have shaken them off.

Don't be too sure. He could

have stopped and be waiting -

- to surprise us when we surface.

Not dumb, the British.

Stay on silent speed.

When it's dark, we'll surface.

I see better in the dark.

Captain.

Thanks.

- What's it like up top?

- It's dark.

- Go up to 30 metres.

- Bow planes up 15. Stern up 5.

- Sound check at 30.

- She's level at 30 metres.

Well?

Periscope depth.

Bow up 3.

Stern down five.

Zero.

- Surface.

- All set to blow.

Cut it out! All this damn noise!

- I've got bad news, men.

- What's up now?

Our team is losing.

Not a chance

of making the finals now.

It can't be! I don't believe it!

Drop 'em!

You dirty little boy. Crabs!

A whole army of them. They'll eat

your winkie down to the bone.

Give him a go with gun powder!

Excuse me, Lieutenant.

This meat needs a shave.

What are those things

crawling about on your eyebrows?

- Pardon?

- You'd better see the medic.

Crabs by the look of them.

When the creatures begin to surface,

it's the fifth stage.

- Get it all in the torpedo room.

- You two, give me a hand.

Bosun,

do you know where the medic is?

Yeah, in the bow compartment.

- The more the merrier.

- Have the crabs got you, too?

- Lieutenant!

- What?

Take it easy! Calm down!

Have you gone crazy?

Have you heard the latest?

Our Dufte is tying the knot.

- The stupid pig.

- Half the fleet have tried her.

They should stick you in a zoo

with a chimpanzee.

- Here's the pictures of her!

- You dirty, rotten swine!

Don't tell me this hag

lets you sleep with her.

These boats are built to take it.

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