Das Boot (2018) s03e09 Episode Script
The Sailor's Psalm
'You're lucky you don't know what
it means to fight and die at sea.'
And you're lucky you've never
given birth to a child
to have some stranger
knock at the door
to tell you
you'll never see him again.
May I take this opportunity
to convey my deepest sympathy
for the bomb attack
on the boat terminal.
Have you confirmed
the number of dead?
Seven. But no German citizens. Mm.
A U-boat's been spotted travelling
North through the Canary straits.
No need for air cover.
I want this kill for myself.
Bring her into the lee of the isle.
Keep the engines turning.
But remember the North-East trade.
Won't they hear?
They're reported
running on the surface.
They'll hear nothing
but their own engines.
Right.
I'll be with Mr Walsh
watching for 'em.
You take the bridge, Mercer.
Direct us into action.
Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.
You know the other reason why I
turned down your transfer request?
No, sir.
You aim too low.
You don't want to be
some other fool's XO.
When we get back, I'll recommend you
to Francombe for your own command.
Your son deserves
a captain as a father.
Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.
Wheelhouse. New course.
That her, Mr Walsh?
I'll tell you what, sir.
She's going a fair lick
for a U-boat.
That's the Tarfaya current.
He must be in a hurry
to risk travelling so exposed.
Target in bearing 115,
South of the small isle
of Roque del Este.
Tracking North
with a barely believable 22 knots.
Take us into position, Mr Mercer.
Yes, sir, Commander Swinburne.
Bridge to wheelhouse. New course.
105, port 75.
1,000 yards, full speed ahead.
Deck guns, battle stations,
Mr McCoy.
Speed is ten knots.
Asdic?
Target bearing 105.
Distance 2,000.
They'll soon be right under us, Mercer.
Depth charges set to maximum depth.
Set charges, Mr McCoy. 450 feet.
Stand by.
Drop pattern.
U-boat moving ahead.
Yeah, not for long.
We'll soon hold him down. Depth?
They must be very deep.
We've not hit them.
It could take hours.
Then we've got hours.
As long as it takes.
But I don't understand why he's
not trying to get away, like before.
Submarine resurfacing.
They're blowing the ballast tanks.
Asdic suggests he's surfacing,
Number One. Green 90.
Four-inchers, all turrets,
stand by, Mr McCoy. Green 90.
On it. Go! Go, go!
Move! Go, go, go, go, go.
Ready.
There she pops.
Come on, boys.
She's up, sir!
On my way.
McCoy standing by
with the four-inchers?
Yes, sir.
Shall I give the order to open fire?
Not yet.
They don't appear
to be offering any resistance,
just abandoning ship
like the cowards they are.
So this is how this ends.
There's no white flag either, sir.
When have these bastards
ever played by the rules?
I quite fancy meeting this CO
before I sink his boat.
He gave us the slip for long enough.
You have command here this time,
Mr Mercer.
Oh, and don't worry. I won't
shoot anybodyunless I have to.
Mr Mercer.
Well done.
Commander.
Glad we get to meet.
Search the rest of the boat.
Look under the beds.
Apart from Able Seaman Niedermeyer,
who is too ill to go in the water,
we're the last men on board,
I assure you.
The assurances of a German
are meaningless.
Bit slow in disposing of that.
A screw broke.
Germany's famed engineering.
Hmm.
Your codebooks?
Naval intelligence
will be delighted.
What do you think's in the crates?
Sauerkraut and Bratwurst.
Some filthy Hun shit, I expect.
All sailors, radio room immediately.
Skipper wants us.
Down there.
Keep an eye on them.
I'm on the starboard side.
What are they doing?
Mr McCoy.
I don't like it, sir.
They're all in the water
but the boat's drifted round.
It will have
a clear shot at us soon.
The Commander's on board.
What's going on, sir?
What are you doing?
Now, if you'd care to join your men
in the water, Herr Oberleutnant.
And what if I don't?
We shall scuttle your boat.
What the hell is going on?
Hard to port! Full speed ahead!
The forward magazine! Get down!
Brace! Brace!
Where is he?! Bring him up!
Get out!
I'm gonna execute that bastard,
I swear to God!
No, you are not.
I'm Oberleutnant zur See
Franz Buchner, CO of U-949,
and you are now our prisoner.
Commander.
Where do you want the Cap
We found this fucker
in the torpedo roo What the?
Please ask your men
to lay down their weapons.
Now.
And we will save these men.
I promise you.
Lay them down, lads.
Go on.
Give it to me.
Give it to me!
Oh.
Where is he? Has he been arrested?
No. I don't think so.
Did he betray us?
If he'd betrayed us,
I think we'd know about it.
Where the hell
has he been all night?
I need him to follow Weiss.
He had his own reasons
for being here. Right?
I think this might explain it.
He's here?
Here and now.
Christ, that's today.
Come on.
But we can let him know
that you're here.
For whom?
For Klausie.
It means a lot to him.
Give it to him.
Thank you.
Commander Swinburne.
We're about to enter
the neutral waters of Portugal.
And, as you know, they are less
accommodating than the Spanish.
We must dive. You have to go below.
But you can have my bunk.
"They that go down to the sea
in ships
..that do business in great waters,
these see the works of the Lord,
and his wonders in the deep."
Psalm 107. The sailors' psalm.
Do you know it, Oberleutnant?
No.
"For he commandeth and raiseth up
the stormy winds
which lifteth up the waves thereof.
They mount up to the heaven
..they go down again
into the depths.
Their soul is melted
in their troubles."
My son's shipa merchantman
..sunk by a U-boat.
I wanted revenge.
I was too bent on it,
not looking after my own men.
"No white flag," Mercer said.
Jesus Christ - Mercer.
I lost my son, too.
British bombers.
You're a fine sailor.
You've commanded a crew of children.
Even your CO is a child.
You've outsmarted a destroyer
and 170 men.
But you did so dishonourably.
War strips us all of honour.
I'll not go below with you.
But we must dive.
I must go down with my men
..and my ship.
That's the honourable thing to do.
He told me not to let you
try to save him.
Why should I trust you?
Because I would not deceive
a fellow man of the sea
over something like this.
"They reel to and fro
and stagger like a drunken man
..and they are at their wits' end.
And they cry unto the Lord
in their trouble
and he bringeth them out
of their distresses."
'"He maketh the storm calm
so that the waves there of
are still.
Then they are glad
because they be quiet.
So he bringeth them
unto their desired haven."'
Do you like it? Dad!
Do you?
Wow.
That's fantastic. Come here.
Oh, I am so proud of you.
You like it, too?
I love them.
Oh, wow.
Sandwiches?
'"Oh, that men would
praise the Lord for his goodness
and for his wonderful works
to the children of men."'
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it means to fight and die at sea.'
And you're lucky you've never
given birth to a child
to have some stranger
knock at the door
to tell you
you'll never see him again.
May I take this opportunity
to convey my deepest sympathy
for the bomb attack
on the boat terminal.
Have you confirmed
the number of dead?
Seven. But no German citizens. Mm.
A U-boat's been spotted travelling
North through the Canary straits.
No need for air cover.
I want this kill for myself.
Bring her into the lee of the isle.
Keep the engines turning.
But remember the North-East trade.
Won't they hear?
They're reported
running on the surface.
They'll hear nothing
but their own engines.
Right.
I'll be with Mr Walsh
watching for 'em.
You take the bridge, Mercer.
Direct us into action.
Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.
You know the other reason why I
turned down your transfer request?
No, sir.
You aim too low.
You don't want to be
some other fool's XO.
When we get back, I'll recommend you
to Francombe for your own command.
Your son deserves
a captain as a father.
Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.
Wheelhouse. New course.
That her, Mr Walsh?
I'll tell you what, sir.
She's going a fair lick
for a U-boat.
That's the Tarfaya current.
He must be in a hurry
to risk travelling so exposed.
Target in bearing 115,
South of the small isle
of Roque del Este.
Tracking North
with a barely believable 22 knots.
Take us into position, Mr Mercer.
Yes, sir, Commander Swinburne.
Bridge to wheelhouse. New course.
105, port 75.
1,000 yards, full speed ahead.
Deck guns, battle stations,
Mr McCoy.
Speed is ten knots.
Asdic?
Target bearing 105.
Distance 2,000.
They'll soon be right under us, Mercer.
Depth charges set to maximum depth.
Set charges, Mr McCoy. 450 feet.
Stand by.
Drop pattern.
U-boat moving ahead.
Yeah, not for long.
We'll soon hold him down. Depth?
They must be very deep.
We've not hit them.
It could take hours.
Then we've got hours.
As long as it takes.
But I don't understand why he's
not trying to get away, like before.
Submarine resurfacing.
They're blowing the ballast tanks.
Asdic suggests he's surfacing,
Number One. Green 90.
Four-inchers, all turrets,
stand by, Mr McCoy. Green 90.
On it. Go! Go, go!
Move! Go, go, go, go, go.
Ready.
There she pops.
Come on, boys.
She's up, sir!
On my way.
McCoy standing by
with the four-inchers?
Yes, sir.
Shall I give the order to open fire?
Not yet.
They don't appear
to be offering any resistance,
just abandoning ship
like the cowards they are.
So this is how this ends.
There's no white flag either, sir.
When have these bastards
ever played by the rules?
I quite fancy meeting this CO
before I sink his boat.
He gave us the slip for long enough.
You have command here this time,
Mr Mercer.
Oh, and don't worry. I won't
shoot anybodyunless I have to.
Mr Mercer.
Well done.
Commander.
Glad we get to meet.
Search the rest of the boat.
Look under the beds.
Apart from Able Seaman Niedermeyer,
who is too ill to go in the water,
we're the last men on board,
I assure you.
The assurances of a German
are meaningless.
Bit slow in disposing of that.
A screw broke.
Germany's famed engineering.
Hmm.
Your codebooks?
Naval intelligence
will be delighted.
What do you think's in the crates?
Sauerkraut and Bratwurst.
Some filthy Hun shit, I expect.
All sailors, radio room immediately.
Skipper wants us.
Down there.
Keep an eye on them.
I'm on the starboard side.
What are they doing?
Mr McCoy.
I don't like it, sir.
They're all in the water
but the boat's drifted round.
It will have
a clear shot at us soon.
The Commander's on board.
What's going on, sir?
What are you doing?
Now, if you'd care to join your men
in the water, Herr Oberleutnant.
And what if I don't?
We shall scuttle your boat.
What the hell is going on?
Hard to port! Full speed ahead!
The forward magazine! Get down!
Brace! Brace!
Where is he?! Bring him up!
Get out!
I'm gonna execute that bastard,
I swear to God!
No, you are not.
I'm Oberleutnant zur See
Franz Buchner, CO of U-949,
and you are now our prisoner.
Commander.
Where do you want the Cap
We found this fucker
in the torpedo roo What the?
Please ask your men
to lay down their weapons.
Now.
And we will save these men.
I promise you.
Lay them down, lads.
Go on.
Give it to me.
Give it to me!
Oh.
Where is he? Has he been arrested?
No. I don't think so.
Did he betray us?
If he'd betrayed us,
I think we'd know about it.
Where the hell
has he been all night?
I need him to follow Weiss.
He had his own reasons
for being here. Right?
I think this might explain it.
He's here?
Here and now.
Christ, that's today.
Come on.
But we can let him know
that you're here.
For whom?
For Klausie.
It means a lot to him.
Give it to him.
Thank you.
Commander Swinburne.
We're about to enter
the neutral waters of Portugal.
And, as you know, they are less
accommodating than the Spanish.
We must dive. You have to go below.
But you can have my bunk.
"They that go down to the sea
in ships
..that do business in great waters,
these see the works of the Lord,
and his wonders in the deep."
Psalm 107. The sailors' psalm.
Do you know it, Oberleutnant?
No.
"For he commandeth and raiseth up
the stormy winds
which lifteth up the waves thereof.
They mount up to the heaven
..they go down again
into the depths.
Their soul is melted
in their troubles."
My son's shipa merchantman
..sunk by a U-boat.
I wanted revenge.
I was too bent on it,
not looking after my own men.
"No white flag," Mercer said.
Jesus Christ - Mercer.
I lost my son, too.
British bombers.
You're a fine sailor.
You've commanded a crew of children.
Even your CO is a child.
You've outsmarted a destroyer
and 170 men.
But you did so dishonourably.
War strips us all of honour.
I'll not go below with you.
But we must dive.
I must go down with my men
..and my ship.
That's the honourable thing to do.
He told me not to let you
try to save him.
Why should I trust you?
Because I would not deceive
a fellow man of the sea
over something like this.
"They reel to and fro
and stagger like a drunken man
..and they are at their wits' end.
And they cry unto the Lord
in their trouble
and he bringeth them out
of their distresses."
'"He maketh the storm calm
so that the waves there of
are still.
Then they are glad
because they be quiet.
So he bringeth them
unto their desired haven."'
Do you like it? Dad!
Do you?
Wow.
That's fantastic. Come here.
Oh, I am so proud of you.
You like it, too?
I love them.
Oh, wow.
Sandwiches?
'"Oh, that men would
praise the Lord for his goodness
and for his wonderful works
to the children of men."'
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