Torpedo: U-235 (Torpedo)

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Wayne

Oh, shut your mouth.

They're here.

What time is it? - Don't know.

I've lost my watch.

A lot of good you are!

Time for some fun.

Look here, a new watch.

And it's got a stopwatch.

I surrender.

WAR ROOM LONDON 1941

That's not what we discussed.

Ask what you like but for Christ's sake, relax.

We still need him.

Anyone fancy an apple? - Later, Tamme.

Stan, you? - Not now.

Six, after shooting that big fat bear, I've got six.

The fat guy? - Yeah, the big fat one.

Don't be stupid, man!

I shot the fat--

Goddammit!

Come on, you bastard.

You said I could go with you this time.

It was last minute.

Always the same thing around here.

These potatoes are sprouting.

Yeah? Then do the shopping yourself.

I've had it!

Not a lot he can tell us with his lungs full of water.

How long now?

One minute, sixteen.

That's enough.

Hey, actually we're all pretty friendly around here.

Yeah, we're all very friendly around here.

Do you want some water?

Alright, get out! - Yeah.

Hey, just try to answer our questions. Please?

Then we can stop all of this. - This is for you.

Just tell him what he needs... Look out!

Damn it! They'll be coming to fetch him soon.

Stan?

Now he's gonna take up less room.

Forget it.

With all due respect.

Your son, Dieter.

Yeah?

I see the resemblance.

KILLED IN ACTION

How? - Shrapnel.

No further information.

Why are you telling me that?

Do you really think I'd betray my country because of that?

This is war.

We've all lost someone.

It's not about who we've lost.

It's about who we can still save.

His name is Franz.

Yep.

The boy was named after his grandfather.

You alright? - No, I'm not alright.

I'm fed up with just doing all of the shopping

and pulling bullets out of people.

I want another job.

He just wants to protect his little girl, that's all.

Leave me alone. - I'm sorry. Hey.

Actually, I've found something that might interest you.

Here...

What's that?

A "B cartridge" I think it said.

I found a whole case of them.

It's just the right calibre.

First a kiss.

Let's see what it can do.

Not really ideal for hunting.

Come on then.

Come on, Fons. Come on, Fons.

Come on.

Yes! The best lefty in Europe, huh?

Come on now, let's hear it.

Oh, come on now, is that the best you can do?

Playing for the biggest club in Flanders?

Come.

Come on.

Is that all?

You'd be better off hunting more and screwing less.

Stan, there's a German car parked in the wood.

Darling?

Your wife, I would presume?

Here...

You can sell it to the Jews.

Where have you hidden them?

Gunther...

Fill up the bath tub.

I've been to the post office.

Still nothing.

You don't suppose something's happened?

I'm sure she would have-- - I've told you

to put that out of your mind.

The mail is intercepted at the French border.

I was thinking...

that little Louis is probably already walking.

Sorry.

We've got a visitor. Come.

Hi.

I need that German's briefcase.

Uh, yeah, uh...

Everything's still in it, so... - And the Fritz?

He's got crucial information

about troop movements in the Ardennes.

Yeah, um...

The Fritz is still in the bath.

You've got to be joking!

His head must be around here somewhere.

Jesus, Stan! This is no laughing matter.

I laughed my head off.

Any news?

I have to tell you that this is a very special mission.

Congo?

Finally get out of these fucking woods.

I've even got ticks on my balls!

But Fritz isn't in the Congo.

Forget it, we're fine right here.

The mission is of vital strategical importance.

We couldn't give a shit. We kill Krauts, that's strategic enough.

Oh! Do whatever you want.

Hey, what do these figures down at the bottom mean?

It's what you get paid.

Hey, Van Praag, you can buy your football team.

Great.

Maybe they'll even let you play again.

Why not?

As long as I'm wearing this around my neck, Fons

it's not going to happen.

Oh, yeah, one more thing...

I forgot to say that the mission would result

in a whole bunch of dead Nazis.

And she would be a lot safer, too.

Right?

BELGIAN CONGO

Alright, wake up, gentlemen.

We're there.

Hey! Bloody hell, man, be reasonable.

Oh, well then.

You shouldn't have got so pissed then, should you?

Alright, there it is, man.

Take a look.

What's up? You're turning green.

I just don't like the water.

I can't swim.

Maybe they have water wings!

Men...

Welcome to Africa.

I told you that it was a special mission.

Come.

Don't touch anything.

Jesus, it stinks.

OK. Men...

For those of you who aren't very good in geography

we are right here...

and our destination is here, America.

The mission's objective...

transporting a cargo of raw materials

of crucial importance to the Allies.

Uranium.

Uranium? - What in God's name is that?

No, I've heard of it. It's used to colour glass.

And those watch hands that light up in the dark

are also made of uranium.

Oh, yeah?

I'd really like to have one of those.

You can't see this one in the dark.

So, we're going on a secret mission

in a German U-boat

so that Roosevelt can tell time at night?

It'll be used to build a bomb.

And not just any bomb

but one that can raze a city to the ground.

Destruction radius of a few kilometres.

The Germans have their top scientists working on it.

The Americans can't lag behind.

The Shinkolobwe mines owned by the Union

here in Congo

are the biggest source of uranium in the world

and Roosevelt has purchased a few tons

in alliance with the Belgian Government.

We just have to get it there.

Yep.

We've got to pilot this ourselves?

You'll get three weeks of training

theory and practice. That's not a lot.

So start studying

cos this is one exam you can't afford to fail.

Right, on deck, 15 minutes.