Counter Measures (1998) Movie Script

[orchestral score playing]

[HELICOPTER PROPELLER MAKING

CHOPPING NOISE]

[footsteps approaching]

[horn honking in the distance]

[orchestral brass swelling]

[gunfire and grunting]

MAN: Three on the left.

[rapid gunfire]

[indistinct shouting]

[gunfire and grunting continue]

[gun cocking]

[bullet ricocheting off metal]

MAN: Campbell, Torres, this way.

[loud groan]

[rocket-propelled gun blast]

[explosion]

[thud]

[gunfire]

[rocket-propelled gun blast]

[explosion]

[indistinct shouting]

[sporadic gunfire]

[man gasping]

[bullets ricocheting]

MAN: Go go go.

MAN: [SHOUTING] One up, one up.

[gasping]

[machine gunfire]

[loud thud]

[grunting and coughing]

[indistinct shouting]

[gunshot]

[yelling]

[gun with silencer firing]

[labored breathing]

MAN: Go!

[loud gasping]

Jake.

Jake, I'm gonna die.

Jake, do something.

[choking]

Do something, Jake.

[burst of gunfire]

[grunting]

[loud gasping]

[explosion]

[groaning]

[DESPERATELY] Jake.

[choking]

[taking last labored breath]

[dramatic trumpets playing]

[rapid gunfire]

Lieutenant Fuller, we got him.

[somber string music playing]

MAN: Lieutenant Fuller?

Leave him alone.

It's his brother.

[heavy breathing]

[pensive music playing]

[BOOTS HITTING PAVEMENT IN

UNISON]

[cars passing]

[gentle kissing sounds]

[woman moaning faintly]

You will be the

death of me, Nishka.

Put me in your memoirs.

"Two weeks with

Nina Romanova were

the most erotic I ever spent."

Hm.

The Russian Navy does not

give out endorsements.

[phone ringing]

Hello.

[speaking russian]

For Commander Gregori.

[grunting in frustration]

This is Gregori.

Da.

Thank you, lieutenant.

[phone nestling into cradle]

We ship out day after

tomorrow to rendezvous

with the American Sixth Fleet.

[kissing]

You are a genius.

They escort you.

All the way to Syria--

and my money.

It's not enough, you know.

I want more money, double it.

We had an

agreement, Commander.

[SHARPLY] Tell

them, more money.

They have no choice.

I'm the only link

you have with Odessa.

Of course.

We wouldn't want you to think

we didn't value your help.

Just make sure that you

deliver Odessa and Hailstorm.

[faint string music playing]

I am a capitalist

at heart, Nina.

I wouldn't dream of

letting you down.

Double it.

Don't forget.

[kissing]

I won't forget,

Commander Gregori.

[STIRRING ORCHESTRAL BRASS MUSIC

PLAYING]

[beeping]

WOMAN: [ON INTERCOM] He's here.

[phone ringing]

Send him in.

At ease, Jake.

Sir.

[chuckling]

[hands slapping together]

COMMANDER LARKIN:

It's good to see you.

Good to see you, sir.

This is Captain Blake

of Naval Intelligence.

Captain Blake, Captain Jake

Fuller, Navy Medical Corps.

A long way from

Virginia, aye, Captain?

You, too.

Seal Group 4, wasn't it?

Yeah, a long time ago.

Jake, Captain Blake has a very

interesting proposal for you.

The Sixth Fleet

battle is hooking up

with one of Russia's

newest attack submarines

for a joint training

exercise in the Eastern Med.

We're sending you aboard that

sub as part of a crew exchange.

You'll run their medics

through a training

course on Navy combat medicine.

Why me, sir?

I mean, I'm sure there's

plenty of other officers

available for this assignment.

I'm supposed to be heading

back to the States.

Jake, you speak

Russian fluently.

Yes, I understand that, sir.

And Captain Blake felt,

with your background

and intelligence--

--you might be

a useful observer.

Well, to tell you the

truth, sir, I'm just a medic

these days.

I'm not really

interested in this.

[chuckling]

This is a cakewalk, Jake.

Just keep your eye on things.

[TENSE ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING

FAINTLY]

Jake-- you know, there

could be a promotion in it.

[door closing]

[pensive music playing]

[wheels on wet pavement]

[door closing]

[speaking russian]

[HIGH HEELED SHOES CLICKING ON

PAVEMENT]

[gentle flute theme playing]

[door opening]

[door closing]

Why don't I make

you some tea instead?

Da?

[yawning]

[bell tolling once]

[OMINOUS THEME WITH MARTIAL DRUM

ROLLS]

[indistinct conversation]

[speaking russian]

MAN: [speaking russian]

[indistinct conversation]

[dissonant orchestra hits]

[rapid gunfire]

[body thudding to the ground]

[seagulls calling faintly]

These are the last.

MAN: Da.

Show these to Commander

Gregori on the Odessa,

slip 18H.

He's expecting you.

[papers rustling]

And get these

bodies into storage.

[footsteps departing]

Ambassador Silver, I

would be the first to know

if any of our nuclear

arms are missing.

After all, we're not talking

about children's toys.

I mean no

disrespect, Minister,

but our intelligence sources are

reporting an increasing number

of Russian high-tech

weapons surfacing

in a number of third

world countries

very unfriendly to the West.

[chuckling menacingly]

An internal matter, sir.

We have not yet

uncovered any information

concerning the United States.

But if we do--

I don't think I'm making

myself clear, Minister.

Those missing weapons are being

aimed at the United States,

and that concerns us very much.

If they fire, we'll

respond in kind,

and we'll start at the source.

NISHKA: With all due

respect, Minister,

it would only be to our best

interest to work together.

Would it not, Ambassador?

This situation, if

true, troubles me as well.

We will look into it further.

Perhaps your office

would care to assist?

[sighing in relief]

We'd be happy to

provide any assistance.

[seagulls crying faintly]

[CRATES BANGING AGAINST ONE

ANOTHER]

Your replacements

have arrived, Commander.

And the bodies of my crew?

They have moved

to a cooler climate.

[GLOOMY ORCHESTRAL THEME

PLAYING]

[music intensifies]

[TRIUMPHANT MUSICAL THEME

PLAYING]

MAN: Odessa left port, sir.

[paper rustling]

Thanks, Dan.

[beeping]

Captain Jake Fuller.

You ever heard of him?

Unh-unh.

What's a conscientious

objector mean to you, Dan?

It means a coward to me.

[paper rustling]

[uplifting theme playing]

Slavin says 10 minutes.

Eyes front, Kurganov.

[mechanical whirring]

The last of them.

You are breaking

a sweat, Slavin.

It's not like you.

I like fresh air.

You better hold your breath.

Dimitri.

Lieutenant Kurganov.

Yes, Captain.

Take the conn.

Maintain our present course.

[footsteps departing]

Maintain our present course.

[mechanical whirring]

Nikita.

Three minutes.

Petrov's on his way down.

Pass these out.

And Daninski, breathe deeply.

Everything is

working perfectly.

[heavy breathing]

[gasping]

[non-english speech]

[gasping]

[coughing]

You.

Check the missile bay.

You men, spread out.

Check for survivors.

Kill anyone you find.

Go.

Now.

[non-english].

Dammit!

[shouting]

[gunshot]

Nikita!

[coughing]

Breathe.

Breathe, damn you!

Help me.

Why?

Nikita is critical

to this mission.

You have already done your part.

A little gift from

Nina Romanova.

[laughter]

Blow the bodies

through the airlock.

And get Nikita some

medical treatment.

We've got to save him.

Admiral Harrison?

Captain Jack Fuller,

reporting as ordered.

At east, captain.

Here, take a look at this.

The Odessa?

We think so.

It's Morse code.

Russian Navy emergency

distress signal.

Medical emergency?

We don't know.

Transmissions stopped

a few minutes later.

Could be their engines

are malfunctioning.

Hell, it could even be a mutiny.

A mutiny?

Well, with all due

respect, sir, this isn't

a medical emergency, and--

Captain.

I've read your file.

Are you looking for an excuse

to get out of harm's way?

No, sir.

I'm just a medical officer.

I don't repair

Russian submarines.

Just people.

Mister, you are out of order.

Sir--

As soon as we

get to the Odessa,

I'm going to make

arrangements to get you

and your nurse on board.

Nurse?

Ensign Swain

reporting for duty, sir.

Ensign, take Captain

Fuller down of the galley

and get some coffee.

He's going to have a long night.

Sir.

Captain?

Dismissed.

Sir!

190.

200.

0 bubble.

All ahead, full.

Captain, the Americans are

asking if we need medical aid.

If they should send

their visitor early?

Visitor?

Something about a Navy

doctor and his nurse.

Part of the training exercise.

Damn!

We were only supposed to

travel with the Americans

under escort, not

take them aboard.

Too bad Captain Gregori

did not inform us of this.

Too bad he's already dead.

If we don't

respond, the Americans

will assume something is wrong.

How is Lt. Nikita?

Very ill.

Without a medic aboard,

he may not last a night.

He can't die, Slavin.

You know this.

Not until Hailstorm

is operational.

Hailstorm?

Captain, it may be

possible that the Americans

can save Lt. Nikita.

That would be

very ironic, Slavin.

Signal our current

position to the Americans.

Tell them we had a--

chemical accident.

A crew member is suffering

from chemical gas inhalation.

Request our visitors arrive

as quickly as possible.

Aye, captain.

Do you insist upon

staying up all night?

I can't sleep.

I'm sorry.

What is it, darling?

There's a problem

at the ministry.

Only Schikov won't admit it.

Do you think he's lying?

I think he knows

more than he's telling.

Well, you know you were

walking into a nest of vipers

when you took this post.

I had such high

hopes for this country.

The emergence of capitalism.

A chance for America

to help a new Russia

emerge from the

ashes of the old.

I know.

I helped you write

the speech, remember?

Am I preaching again?

Just a little bit, darling.

But that's why I fell in

love with you at Princeton.

You were always so passionate.

For an ROTC boy.

And you were the most

beautiful student I ever saw.

Watch it, ambassador.

You told me you fell in

love with me for my mind.

After I rewrote your

wretched term paper.

Oh, that, too.

Yeah.

You always did come

up with my best lines.

Well, somebody had to.

They didn't teach you much

political theory in the army.

Now, will you

please come to bed?

Don't worry!

Just do as I do!

Contact the battle group.

Tell them to hold

at a quarter speed.

We're not going anywhere

until we hear from Fuller.

Aye, sir.

We've surfaced, captain.

The Americans are

ready to make the drop.

Good.

PILOT: Target spotted.

And don't forget to jump!

Bag!

PILOT: Cargo dropped.

Returning to base.

[speaking russian]

How come those sailors

are wearing sidearms?

Yes?

It's coming through now.

Thank you.

What's going on?

Newswire service.

An explosion at a meat

packing plant in Dubrovnik.

It's all over the networks.

Sounds like a slow news day.

It's still a war zone.

Probably Bosnian rebels.

They found the bodies

of 15 Russian sailors

inside that plant.

And every one of them had

been assigned to the Odessa.

The Odessa?

Yeah.

Oh my god.

NEWSCASTER: In today's

news, US police

found the bodies of

two Naval officers

killed somewhere

outside a Naval shipyard

in southern coastal waters.

The officers were

shot twice, and then

dragged through an

abandoned warehouse

and left inside a meat locker.

It took inspectors 6 and

1/2 hours to search the area

and recover the bodies

of the officers.

Both officers were assigned duty

on the elite Russian submarine,

the Odessa, which disappeared

days ago near Syrian waters.

The reason for the sub's theft,

as well as the party behind it,

are yet unknown.

The police have not divulged the

exact whereabouts of the site

for reasons of

national security.

The United States

team and the UN

have been working closely

to solve this problem.

They hope to have more answers

within the next few days.

I gave him an

agent to counteract

the poison in his system.

This adrenaline shot will

have him up and moving

around in a few hours.

But he'll still be very weak.

Can he do his duties?

Well, he'll be a bit nauseous

for the next couple of days,

as his body expels the poisons.

Right now, all he needs is rest.

I'm amazed you

were able to find

a counter-agent so quickly.

Well, we saw the same

symptoms in the Gulf War.

Would you care to see

your humble bridge, Captain?

Well, I do need to get in

contact with Sixth Fleet.

Ensign?

I'll stay here and keep

an eye on our patient.

Could you help me for a moment?

Sure.

Just let the men know

outside when you are ready.

What the hell was

he poisoned with?

Dresden 9.

Nerve gas.

It was developed by the

Nazis in World War II.

Used b the Iraqis

in the Gulf War.

What's it doing

on a Russian sub?

That's a good question.

You should ask him.

I'm gonna get going.

It's from Fuller.

Patient healthy.

Russian crew proceeding

with exercise.

No damage to the boat.

Tell my brother I'm

worried about the food.

His brother?

Dismissed.

[beeping]

The Americans

acknowledged the message.

We will continue

along present course.

Thank you.

So now you see how the

other half lives, eh?

Well, I'll tell

you one thing--

this is an amazing submarine.

It's very clean.

But the crew complement--

I don't know.

It just seems very small.

Most of Odessa's functions

are fully automated.

No need for a large group.

Not even a medical officer?

Unfortunately, Lt. Nikita--

he is our medical officer.

Well, I guess you guys

are happy to see me, huh?

Ah.

Would you please join us

for some wine, Captain?

Our way of saying thank

you for saving our comrade.

Well-- allow me.

Ah, eureka.

Good year, too, huh?

I used to make a good

living being a waiter.

Oh, yes.

Look at that.

Help me, uh, put

myself through college.

Yes.

OK.

To the Russian bear.

Hurrah!

Hurrah.

Yes.

Hurrah.

There we are.

Little bit.

You know, there's a

lot of nice things

I'm hearing about the Russians.

Is it all true?

What do you think, huh?

[non-english speech]

Perhaps not so good

a year as we thought.

Very good, Bulganin.

Lock him in the crew

quarters with the woman.

And move Nikita into my cabin.

I say we kill him.

And the girl, too.

Lt. Nikita still

needs medical attention.

I need them alive

until he recovers.

Try and relax, gentlemen.

The Syrians are paying

us a great deal of money

for this beautiful submarine.

I want to make sure we're

all alive to enjoy it.

What if they don't pay?

Our fingers are on

the trigger of the most

powerful weapon known to man.

They wouldn't dare refuse us.

Our guests have

bought us some, but--

They've bought us 24 hours.

By that time, it

won't matter anymore.

We're very close

to Syrian waters.

We'll have the

most powerful navy

in the world as our chaperones.

At ease.

Having a bit of a

problem with Odessa.

Counter-intel is asking if

Odessa's under the control

of terrorists.

That's quite a question.

Do they have any evidence?

Just some dead

Russian sailors found

in a meat packing

plant in Croatia,

and a dispatch from Fuller.

But a message for his brother.

A message?

His brother's dead.

It's all in there.

You can read it in the chopper.

I want you on the

Jefferson ASAP.

If this is true, our only

hope may be a Navy doctor

who refuses to pick up a gun.

God help us all.

Permission to

speak freely, sir?

- Always.

- I've read Fuller's file.

I'm sure he's trying

to get a message to us.

If the Odessa has been taken,

God help the hijackers.

Captain Fuller?

Wake up!

Captain Fuller, wake up!

Sir?

Wake up, sir!

God!

Sorry, sir.

I couldn't wake you up.

God.

What time is it?

Noon.

Straight up, sir.

Orders, sir?

Orders?

Perhaps, sir,

we should find out

who the hell's got

this submarine,

find out what they're doing with

it, and try to stop them, sir.

No.

Find the ship's stores?

No.

Steal some weapons?

No.

Find me some aspirin.

- Right, sir.

Have a drink, Mr. Ambassador.

My father once told me never

to drink with politicians.

He said they'll lie about

what they had for breakfast

if it suits them.

Well, it seems you, yourself,

are a politician, Mr. Silver.

My country is extremely upset

over a situation that seems

to be getting out of control.

I'd hate to think the

presence of your submarine

and our Sixth Fleet

in the Mediterranean

would be enough to trigger-- let

us say-- an incident that both

our nations would regret.

Very well, ambassador.

The truth?

We have been unable to contact

Odessa since yesterday.

The situation is becoming--

dangerous.

How dangerous, minister?

There is cargo aboard.

What cargo?

Hailstorm?

Do we have any weapons, sir?

Weapons?

Any ideas?

Not unless you have

a bottle of wine handy.

Hold that.

[crashing]

OK, wait.

OK, I know.

I'm tired, too.

Let's just do it

one more time, OK?

One more.

OK.

[crashing]

Scream.

[screaming]

Scream again.

[screaming]

[shouting]

[screaming]

Hold him still!

I'm trying!

Come on, let's go.

Let's move him.

Hurry.

Have we heard from Kradisky?

No.

Take some men and

check on the prisoners.

If Kradisky has been

drinking, kill him.

He needs to take his station.

Aye, sir.

This way?

OK.

Stay here.

Check the other corridors.

All the rooms.

See if you can find Kadisk.

[non-english speech]

Shit.

Go.

All right.

Slavin to bridge.

Petrov.

Kradisky's dead, and the

prisoners have escaped.

What?

Find the Americans.

We need them alive.

Aye, captain.

Jeez, you go so fast.

Sorry.

It's OK.

Where the hell are

we going, anyways?

We're in the access tunnels.

I want to get to

the missile bay.

Missile bay?

What the hell for?

Figure that's the last

place they'll look for us.

OK.

Go.

Just in time, captain.

I'm about to send a little

hunting party after the Odessa.

Before you do, Admiral,

please read this.

My rank won't impress you, sir,

but the signature at the bottom

might.

It does.

All right, Captain.

I'll give your people 12 hours.

No more.

And then that sub goes down.

Captain?

Are you ready?

I think so.

I assume you have a key?

How long will it take to

enter the target coordinates?

First I have to

blow up the missile

defense system in each city.

Six cities, six hours.

Maybe more.

Excuse me?

Captain?

We are bluffing, aren't we?

Of course, Daninski.

Just like the American

game of poker.

We are raising the stakes.

For a conscientious

objector, you

sure have a talent for killing.

Wait.

Sorry, sir.

I read your file.

How the hell did you

get a hold of that?

The metal's getting hot.

We must be near the missile bay.

Come on.

You are a coward, Daninski?

I have served with you

for a long time, captain.

This mission was

to be about money.

Nothing else.

Take your station.

Check the missile bay.

I'm going to weapon storage.

Da.

Oh my god.

It is true.

Jeez.

How the hell would

they fire that?

Hydraulics.

The platform rises,

inserting the nose

cone into the launch tube.

Codename Hailstorm.

That nose cone contains six

cluster warheads, each of which

can separate targets.

Can't it be disabled?

We'll find out.

According to

intelligence reports,

the Russians made it

operational before completing

a series of safety tests.

The warheads are unstable.

If the submarine is

attacked, or if the missile

is detonated prematurely,

this entire ocean

goes up in a mushroom cloud.

It's remoted from the bridge.

We can't do anything from here.

Great.

So we take the bridge.

Let's go.

Wait a minute.

You learned all this stuff

in nurse's training, Ensign?

Lieutenant Swain, sir.

Navy intelligence.

I've been tracking this

little toy for months.

Your job was to get

me on board Odessa.

Well-- So I guess

I did my job, huh?

Hey!

[gunfire]

Captain's, someone

tapping on the ship.

From the inside.

Gunfire?

[gunfire]

Come on, get out!

Get out of there!

[gunfire]

Move!

[gunfire]

Shit!

[groaning]

Take her to the bridge.

I'll get him.

[shouting]

[gunshot]

It ain't my day.

WOMAN: Can you be certain?

MAN: If Hailstorm

is aboard that sub--

WOMAN: Well, have you

heard from the president?

He's in the middle of a

treaty negotiation with China.

I can't get through.

I'll try him again in an hour.

You know something?

Weapons change, but the

world just can't stop playing

cowboys and Indians, can they?

Diplomacy was a lot simpler in

those days, wasn't it, darling?

So was war.

[music playing]

MAN: Status is ready.

Status ready.

Captain Donner?

The order's reading

intercept and engage.

That means war.

It means war if we don't.

Submerge the ship.

Submerge the ship!

Aye, aye.

20 degrees down bubble.

[groaning]

[gasping]

So nice to see you again.

[non-english].

You speak our language

beautifully, Ensign.

But your choice of words

is not very lady-like.

Now, where is your captain?

Ensign Courtney Swain,

United States Navy.

Serial number 5--

[gasping]

We've got to give

them a few more hours!

It's too late.

We've got a submarine moving

to intercept, even as we speak.

Slavin?

Find Fuller.

Kill him this time.

He doesn't have any place to go.

Wanna bet?

American.

Oh!

Shit!

Well, man?

[shouting]

[russian] I'm going

to break your back.

OK, come on.

[screaming]

There you go.

You'll find this a very

small little ocean when

the Navy catches up with you.

My dear, if you were sent

after the Hailstorm missile,

then you know the warheads

are quite unstable.

I can't possibly imagine

even the United States Navy

would be so callous

as to endanger

the entire eastern

Mediterranean.

I really don't expect

a direct attack.

Unfortunately for them,

you and your partner

were their last, best hope.

I doubt anyone

in the Sixth Fleet

knows of Hailstorm's existence.

And by now they'll know

Odessa's been hijacked.

To them you're just a target.

It doesn't matter.

Within a few hours,

Hailstorm's warheads will rain

down on select Russian cities.

Separatists from

Kazakhstan to the Ukraine

will be blamed the Russian

government will be forced

to reclaim those nations.

A new Soviet Union will

rise from the nuclear ash.

The relations in the

west will deteriorate.

Call it nostalgia, but

I do miss the Cold War.

And the rest of your crew?

They will die for

me, if necessary.

I've kind of

been noticing that.

[snap]

Slavin to bridge.

He's killed Dmitri.

You can't find one man?

Captain, American

submarine, dead ahead.

Los Angeles class.

Slavin, get up here.

It seems the American

Navy wants to play.

Aye, Captain.

Keep looking.

Contact!

Dead ahead, sir.

Russian.

Akula class.

Speed?

20 knots.

Odessa.

OK.

Let's give them a wide berth.

Circle below, then around.

We'll take them from behind.

Aye, Captain.

[grunting]

Increase speed, Captain?

No.

Captain, the

American is closing in.

A very small ocean, captain.

Black rubes one and two.

Black tubes one and two.

Assign preset.

Firing solution

locked into computer.

Fire one.

One away.

- Fire two.

Two away.

He's fired two torpedoes.

Impact in 30 seconds.

Captain?

If we threaten to

launch the missile--

Need I remind you,

lieutenant, there

is no way to communicate

directly with the Americans.

Captain, that's a Los

Angeles class attack sub.

He can outmaneuver you.

Surrender before it's too late.

I think not.

20 seconds to impact.

Release countermeasures.

Not yet.

What is he doing?

Making the bastard

think he got us.

Both hit straight and true.

10 seconds to impact, Captain.

Captain?

I've done this

before, Daninski.

Release countermeasures.

Impact in five.

Four.

Three.

[non-english speech]

Now.

[beeping]

We got him, sir.

Too soon to tell.

A lot of underwater

debris, sir.

There.

I'm picking up-- screws, sir.

Very well.

Slow to 15 knots.

Flood tubes three and four.

Yes, sir.

Flood tubes three and four.

Aye aye, sir.

We'll get the

Russkies this time.

Sir, Springfield preparing

for a second attack.

Sir, please call

off the attack.

You know the risks when

Hailstorm's warheads

are prematurely detonated.

You'll have a massive nuclear

catastrophe on your hands.

I've got Russia's latest

nuclear sub on my hands.

Probably under the

control of terrorists.

The United States Navy is

going to take that sub out,

and those are the

orders of the day.

With all due

respect, Admiral, need

I remind you of the

signature on that letter?

I'll relay your concerns

to Central Command,

and we'll wait for their reply.

And that's all I'm

going to promise you.

Thank you, sir.

Signal Springfield and tell

him to break off the attack.

Damn.

He's locked onto us.

Why doesn't he fire?

Blow ballast.

Surface.

Surface the ship.

Aye aye, sir.

The American is surfacing.

A mistake.

Flood tubes five and six.

Tubes flooded, Captain.

Petrov, he's breaking

off the attack.

Why fire?

Speed of ascent?

2 feet per second.

Nikita, prorate

target coordinates.

Allow for 23% increase

in ascent speed.

- Locked.

- Fire five and six.

No!

He's fired two fish.

Release countermeasures.

10 seconds.

[non-english speech]

They slipped through.

[non-english speech]

Jesus, God.

[shouting]

Impact!

Large underwater explosion.

Odessa?

Russian screws.

We just lost 100

American lives, Captain.

[gunshot]

Brzezinski?

Fuller.

12 kilometers

to Syrian waters.

Excellent.

But there was something

else I needed to do.

Ah, yes.

Swain.

Please, forgive me, my dear.

But--

[gunfire]

Captain Fuller, I

trust you can hear me?

I just shot your partner.

She's not dead, but she is

bleeding rather profusely.

If you would like the

opportunity to save her life,

I suggest you join us

here on the bridge.

Black tie.

Thank you very much.

No answer?

The State Department

did, and the president

can't be disturbed.

[gunshot]

[screaming]

[gunshot]

Drop the gun, lady!

You OK, ambassador?

[shouting]

Schikov sent you to

clean up his dirty mess.

That drunken fool?

I take special care of him.

He stays quiet.

So will you.

I'm afraid you were getting

too close to the truth.

Odessa?

And her cargo.

Nuclear fire to heat

up a new Cold War.

Say goodbye to your

new world order.

[click]

[gunshot]

- Oh, Zachary.

- I'm OK.

- Are you OK?

- I'm OK.

Yes.

- I'll get you some help.

Yeah.

[groan]

She's going into

shock, Captain.

Fuller?

Your ensign is failing.

And none of us poor sailors

have any medical experience.

Dananski, how far

to Syrian waters?

23 minutes at

the present speed.

Fuller, you're the only

one who can save her.

I can't believe you're just

going to let her die up here.

What is it?

Are you a coward?

Fuller, I am waiting.

[groaning]

OK then, give me

the missile key.

Don't, Captain.

I did not agree to join you

to fire on our own people.

Daninski, give me the gun.

Is this what you want?

Huh?

Slavin!

Is this what we came for?

I have family in those cities.

We all do!

[gunshot]

[shouting]

[gunfire]

Listen, we move.

Now!

[gunfire]

[alarm]

[gunfire]

Ah!

Shit.

You OK?

Shit.

Swain!

Shit.

[alarm]

Move.

We can fire from

the missile bay.

I can't do this, Captain.

Of course you can.

It's from Central Command.

By all means, sir.

We have no choice.

Thank you for waiting

as long as you did.

And I'm-- I'm sorry

for the men you lost.

It doesn't help much.

Send to all ships.

Evacuate to latitude

34, longitude 34.

Jefferson will commence

air strike in 30 minutes.

OK.

Move.

Move!

How long And no lies.

10 minutes.

I've already sent the launch

data to this computer.

I just have to reprogram

the launch controls.

How do we escape?

Don't worry, Nikita.

We have a boat standing by.

The Syrians will

be picking us up.

[alarm]

Nikita?

I have to cross-check

the target controls.

No games.

But we are firing

blind if I don't.

Do it quickly!

[alarm]

OK.

That's about all

I can do for now.

I'll be all right.

We gotta get to Hailstorm.

They can launch from

the missile bay.

No.

Wait a minute.

Being your doctor,

I'm prescribing this.

What is that?

It's vodka.

Take a swig.

Done.

All we need to do

now is set the timer.

Excellent, Nikita.

You will be remembered as a

hero of the new Soviet Union.

[gunshot]

[beeping]

OK.

Now we can go to

the missile bay.

Come here.

Hurry.

[alarm]

Get outta here!

[beeping]

[shouting]

Help me.

Go to hell!

Hey!

Help!

Don't leave!

Don't leave me!

Come back!

Don't leave me!

[screaming]

I can stop the missile.

Help me to the controls.

Please.

We'll all be dead if you don't.

Hell, I'll be dead, anyways.

So it's your choice.

Oh, god!

Hurry up!

Come on!

You did it!

You did it.

Whoa!

Jeez.

I thought I told you

to go to the bridge.

I took a detour and

shut down Hailstorm.

Right.

Let's get the hell out of here.

You ready to go?

Let's get out of here.

Come on.

All ships, report new

positions within safety zones.

Sub hunters are

moving into position.

Have them lock on target.

Aye, sir.

He's surface.

Surfaced?

There.

Come on.

Picking up a signal

from Odessa, sir.

Signal's garbled.

In Russian.

Admiral, please!

I'm sorry.

Watch out!

[shouting]

All planes, fire in

60 seconds from my mark.

Fuller may have control.

They might be ready

to launch Hailstorm.

60 seconds from mark.

SOS!

- All ships, stand by to fire.

- SOS!

Launch commencing in--

Sir, incoming message from

the strike force on Odessa.

Do not fire!

FEMALE VOICE: Seven.

It's Swain and Fuller.

I repeat--

They may have control.

SWAIN: Do not fire.

Belay the order!

All aircraft, stand down.

Oh, thank God.

[shouting]

Ambassador, I

would like to express

my apologies for the

unfortunate turn of events

here at the ministry.

It could have been

much worse, minister.

Perhaps we can get together next

week and clean up this mess?

You may meet

with my successor.

I'm afraid I won't be available.

Goodbye, Ambassador Silver.

What did he say?

I don't think Schikov will

be around town much longer.

And neither will we.

What do you mean?

I've been thinking--

when was the last time we

were at the White House?

Well, with you, darling,

at one of those boring state

dinners we attended.

Why?

Well, how would you

like to live there?

[gunshot]

OK.

Jeez.

It is better.

Mhm.

Tell me something, Admiral--

how the hell did you

keep the Odessa afloat?

You know,

apparently the boat's

lower compartments automatically

seal when they're flooded.

You're lucky you got

out when you did.

It's an amazing submarine.

We'll return it to the

Russians, of course.

After we've had a chance

to check it out ourselves.

Yeah.

How's Lt. Swain?

Ask her yourself.

You're a hell of a

sailor, Lieutenant.

Thank you, sir.

And how.

Come here, Swain.

Sit down.

Captain Fuller, you did

a fine job on that sub.

I need a man like

you in intelligence.

To hell with that.

I need a new medical officer.

Good luck in finding him.

I need a vacation.

What about you, Swain?

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