Blood Vessel

What, what?

Captain?

What was that?

A whale?

Whales don't sound like that.

What, you get a lotta whales

on the Lower East Side, Bigelow?

Listen.

It's a ship.

A ship?

We're saved?

Faraday, give your life vest to Miss Prescott.

Oh, for heaven sake, the man has a broken arm.

Ahoy, over here!

Oi, sit down you fat head, you'll capsize us.

Don't you touch me.

Look.

Great.

Fuckin' Nazis.

I don't care if it's Hitler's personal pleasure cruiser.

This is the only ship that we've come across

the last two-- Keep your voice down.

And what are they gonna do, shoot us?

We're dead anyways.

He's right, Captain.

The Russian's are done.

Chances are they'll shoot me on sight,

but I guess that's better than starvin' to death.

We got to get off this raft, simple as that Captain.

What about her?

What do you think those sons of bitches will do to her?

I'll not have any of your deaths on my hands.

We'll live to fight another day, hm?

All of us.

Perhaps we could consider some of the other options.

I simply mustn't be allowed to fall into enemy hands.

What makes you so bloody special?

Surely there's something more we can do besides--

Can it, Specks.

We'll hitch a ride with the krauts.

Brace yourselves!

Hey!

CAPTAIN MALONE Hey!

Hey!

- Down here! - Hey!

- Hello! - Hey!

You dirty bastards!

I can't see anyone on deck.

- Hello! - Hey!

Ahoy!

- Hello? - Hey!

What are you doin'?

Need a tow-line.

Shit!

Everybody hold still.

Oh!

How many bullets left?

Wait a God damn minute.

You speak English?

I never said I could not.

Well, this is just perfect.

How many bullets?

One.

[TEPLOV SPEAKING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

Sniper?

Nah, we're not gonna give our only rifle to the Russian.

Yeah, especially to a guy who's

been spyin' on us the whole time.

You can't trust this guy.

What's he gonna do with one bullet?

Hopefully not miss.

You buyin' it or firing it Ivan?

The Enfield, Mark One.

Old action rifle.

Shoots to left if not properly re-calibrated.

I swear to God, Ivan if you miss--

Look, would you just shut up and let the man concentrate?

Gentlemen, we're running out of ship.

He got it!

Grab it.

Grab it!

Grab it!

Pull.

Pull!

Heave!

Pull!

Get up there Teplov.

Captain, hold on.

Come on, come on, pull, pull.

Ivan!

Come on, come on climb.

Climb.

Who up now?

Miss Prescott, Miss Prescott my hand.

- You got her? - Thank you.

Bigelow?

- Come on. - Come on Bigelow.

- Come on. - Jackson?

Faraday, come on.

I couldn't possibly, it's my arm.

Mr. Faraday, come on.

- Captain, come on! - Come on Mr. Faraday.

Give me your hand.

- Mr. Faraday, Sir? - Come on.

- Come here. - We don't have all day mate!

- Come on. - No!

- Grab a hold. - No, no.

- Come on. - Get on.

Get up here.

Come on here, here.

Get on Faraday.

Up you go, come on.

Grab him, grab him.

Come on.

All right, move, move, move.

Here we go.

All right.

Oh, damn.

Come on Captain.

Captain!

Come on Captain.

Grab him Jackson.

Come on Cap.

There we go.

Pull him up!

- Come on! - Come on Captain!

Come on Captain.

You're a damn fool Captain.

Captain!

- Captain! - Jesus Christ!

- Hey, hey. - What?

Captain!

Jackson, I'm sorry he's gone.

He's gone.

Yeah, he's gone.

Come on, everyone.

How's that hand Mr. Faraday?

No, no, no.

Gerard...

I, look, I...

The Englishman has many secrets.

You're one to talk.

You limey weasel.

You were gonna let us starve to death

so you could live a few more days.

You'd have done the same if

you had the brains to think of it.

The work I do affects the lives of millions.

You're just meat for the grinder.

Oh!

Leave him alone.

He's harmless.

He's a coward is what he is.

Who's to say that fuckin' arm

- ain't even broken? - Hey, hey, hey.

Yeah, why don't we

- just throw him overboard? - Hey!

Oh, enough!

In case you'd forgotten we're all

on the same side, now act like it.

You know what I think is strange?

Oh, what?

All this, this fighting and shouting.

No one comes to see, hm?

It's one bloody thing after another isn't it?

Let's take shelter.

Amen to that toots.

Mr. Sinclair, perhaps you could help.

Come on.

Engine's runnin' but--

Nobody's home.