U-571 Page #4

Why? What happened

with the S-26?

Yeah, what happened?

You guys don't know?

No.

No.

She was running a test dive

down off Norfolk.

Shaft seal failed.

She sunk to 400 feet.

Know how much water pressure

there is that deep?

Mazzola, you will be

the first one eating

powdered eggs on this cruise.

Keep it up, you hear?

[Knocking]

Come in.

This is our position, Captain.

We're still bucking

some pretty heavy seas.

I estimate us to be

about three hours

behind schedule.

I told Mr. Emmett

to run at flank speed

and hold off a trim dive...

until we make up

the lost time.

That's fine, Lieutenant.

You're a first-rate X.O.,

Andy.

A damn good submariner.

I know the men like you.

I'd give my life

for any one of them, sir.

I know you would.

I'm not questioning

your bravery.

The question is:

What about their lives?

You and Mr. Emmett

are good friends.

You went to the Academy

together.

Would you be willing

to sacrifice his life?

Or what about

some of the younger

enlisted men?

You know,

a lot of those guys look up

to you like a big brother.

You willing to lay

their lives on the line?

You see?

You hesitate.

But as a captain, you can't.

You have to act.

If you don't, you put

the entire crew at risk.

Now that's the job.

It's not a science.

You have to be able to make

hard decisions, based on

imperfect information.

Asking men to carry out orders

that may result in their deaths.

And if you're wrong,

you suffer the consequences.

If you're not prepared

to make those decisions...

without pause,

without reflection,

then you've got no business

being a submarine captain.

Tell Mr. Hirsch

I'd like a word with him,

would you?

Aye, sir.

More soup, Captain?

Thank you.

I wish I was going

with you, gentlemen.

I feel the same way

you do, Carson.

Gentlemen, I'd like

to propose a toast.

To the officers

and crew of the S-33...

and our distinguished guests,

Mr. Hirsch and Mr. Coonan.

- Success, gentlemen!

- Success.

- Success.

Captain Dahlgren, sir?

What is it, Wentz?

Chief says we've picked up

a radar contact at 0-7-0.

Very well.

Mr. Larson?

Signal lamp

off the starboard bow!

[Dahlgren]

I see it.

Pass the word along:

Submarine sighted

off the starboard bow.

Stand by to man

battle stations.

Aye, sir.

All right, here we go.

One last time.

Lieutenant Tyler's raft

gets from the conning tower aft.

My raft gets the gun crew.

And no one... no one...

shoots till I shoot first.

You read me?

[All]

Yes, sir.

Outstanding.

Lock and load.

It'll be all right, son.

Captain, I estimate

the German resupply sub has

a 14-knot speed of advance.

My latest plot puts them

at 12 hours away, sir.

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