U-571 Page #3

Last night, at 0300 hours,

a British destroyer reported

depth charging and sinking

a German U-boat.

However,

some time thereafter,

Allied direction finding

stations triangulated

a coded enemy radio signal...

to this position here,

near the chop line.

We believe the U-boat

was disabled, not sunk,

and is drifting eastward

on a four-knot current.

Now, French resistance reported

a resupply submarine...

sailed from the Lorient U-boat

pens yesterday afternoon,

with engine parts

and mechanics.

We believe

it's gonna rendezvous

with the disabled U-boat.

On board that U-boat is this.

- A typewriter?

- An Enigma code machine.

It allows the German navy

to communicate with

its submarines in secret,

and our inability

to decipher their messages

is costing us this war.

Mr. Coonan?

All right, this is basically

a Trojan Horse operation.

The S-33 will rendezvous

with the U-boat, posing as

the German resupply sub.

I will lead a boarding party

dressed in Kriegsmarine uniforms

to the enemy submarine.

We will take it by force

and secure the Enigma.

Any German survivors

will be transferred to the S-33,

and the U-boat will be scuttled.

The German resupply submarine

will arrive at the rendezvous...

and will assume

that the U-boat succumbed

to its wounds and sank.

The Germans must never suspect

we have the Enigma.

That is vital.

So it's a race?

Yes, effectively.

Who's the boarding party?

Well, since you're the X.O.,

you, sir.

Mr. Emmett, Mr. Larson,

Mr. Hirsch and nine

of your ship's company.

The captain, of course,

will remain onboard the S-33.

Mr. Coonan, our boys

are submarine sailors,

not combat Marines.

The boys onboard that U-boat

are sailors too.

Your men'll be

ready, Lieutenant.

I'll train them myself.

You've come

to the right boat.

[Grunting]

[Speaking German]

[Engine Sputtering]

[Clanking, Engine Stops]

[Whistle Blowing]

[Man Yelling In German]

Ahoy! Friends!

Stop!

We have many wounded!

Take us prisoner, please!

We'll be no trouble.

Give us a hand!

[Man Continues Shouting]

We need water...

and food!

We just want to get home!

Give us a hand!

We have no...

[Screaming]

I'm telling you, she was hotter

than Dorothy Lamour.

Really?

Yeah, I could tell

she was interested,

but she was classy,

you know?

The type of girl

that wants you to take her

to a country club dance.

Yeah? Like you've ever seen

the inside of a country club?

Hey!

Like I'd even want to,

all right?

Anyway, I can see

I'm not getting anywhere

with her,

so what I do is,

I use my secret weapon.

I tell her about the S-26.

Does the trick right away.

Don't be talking about that

while we're underway.

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