Operation Delta Force 2: Mayday (1997) - full transcript
A ship captained by the father (Dale Dye) of the leader (Michael McGrady) of Delta Force is taken hostage by terrorists. As might be expected the force is sent in to stop them.
Right.
When can I start, Captain?
We got two towers on the perimeter.
One on the inside.
Basically, guys who poke their eyes
out, secure our guys
and then we hightail it back to Turkey.
Any questions?
There was two of us behind enemy lines.
DOD let us rot.
What's that, Sergeant?
Nothing, Captain.
Based on the latest satellite pass,
Saddam is sending
reinforcements down to defend..
So he's falling for our bluff.
- Right.
And while he's looking down South,
Delta will swoop in from the North
and grab our boys at Amadiya.
Are you confident that Lang's
ODA can handle this alone?
Based on the Intel, yeah, I am.
Heckers, take point.
Looks like we spoke too soon.
We got motion sensors here.
This is great.
Because we trusted intel,
we've got no other option.
Falcon One this is Jackknife.
Do you copy?
This is Falcon One.
Jackknife, go ahead.
Patch me through to command.
We got a major problem here.
Will do, Captain.
Jackknife,
this is Mercury Leader.
What's going on there?
Over.
Intel was for shit, sir.
We lost the element of surprise
and we're still in the bush.
Do you still have a shot
at opening the objectives?
Over.
Hutch?
Mercury Leader, do you copy?
Mercury Leader, do you copy?
Falcon One, do you copy?
You got to be fucking kidding me.
Captain, this place is sewn
up tighter than Fort Knox.
Falcon One, do you copy?
Dammit!
We lost contact.
Christ.
OK.
This way.
I know Mike Lang.
Didn't even request backup.
I don't care, Norm.
Just pull the plug on it before it
becomes a major embarrassment.
I agree.
The last thing we need is
another goddamn Tehran.
Take that bunker there.
Aw, fuck that, Captain.
If we don't extract now, we're history.
Did I ask you for your
assessment, Sergeant?
No, but...
Then save it for your report.
I have them It's a minefield.
Falcon One,
you in for of little mine sweeping?
Bloom's on the way, Jackknife.
All right, Begs.
Bring her in, baby.
We got a smokescreen.
Party time, gentlemen.
Let's party.
Vickers, right flank.
In position.
Cap, two bogey, 6 o'clock.
Hutch, take him with you.
I got him, Cap.
Hutch, behind you.
Get your ass down.
We got a heavy.
10 o'clock, Cap.
Bunker's clear.
Lombardi, let's move.
Second bunker clear, Mac.
Go! Go!
Go!
We're on the move.
Let's go, go, go, go, go.
More company, 11 o'clock, Cap.
Jackknife, we've reestablished the.
Jackknife, what's going on?
Mercury Leader, we still have a shot
of fulfilling the objective.
Over.
Jackknife,
this is Mercury Leader.
Pull the plug, Mike.
Over.
Jackknife to Mercury Leader, come in.
We got our orders, Cap.
Let's get the hell out of here.
That's enough, Lombardi.
They could have moved the pilots by now.
Jackknife, this is Falcon One.
Proceeding to the primary LZ.
Negative, Falcon One.
Maintain your position.
I repeat, hold your position.
- What are you doing?
We've been ordered to abort?
Then you abort.
The rest of us have got a job to do.
Could we make up our minds?
We're not leaving here without our guys.
What's the call, Cap?
We take that bunker, we're in.
Then let's fucking do it.
Mac, take point.
Move!
Go, go, go!
I've got cover, go!
Cap, we got more trouble.
Like the 4th of July, guys.
Mac, take your position.
All right, it's now or never, boys.
Mac, Hutch, let's go get our guys.
In position.
Third bunker secured, Cap.
Now!
Come on!
Curve ball.
Morning, boys. Delta Force.
Someone call for a taxi?
Stand back, man.
Falcon One, proceed to the secondary LZ.
This is Falcon One.
I got it.
Let's go.
Vickers, now.
Come on, Doc. Let's go.
Vickers, copy.
On my way.
Vickers, abort.
Get the hell out of there.
Go, go, go, go go!
Lombardi, come in.
Lombardi, do you copy?
Lombardi?
Lombardi, do you copy?
Lombardi, come in.
Lombardi, do you copy?
Your guy's probably dead, Captain.
We need to mosey now.
No fucking way!
You get us close to that bunker,
we're going in after him.
I'm sorry, sir, I can't.
It would be suicide.
Then get out of the fucking seat.
I will fly the chopper.
I can't.
Do it!
Do it!
Shit.
Man.
You guys are fucking great.
You're gonna be fine?
Yeah, I've earned it.
He's gonna be fine.
Mercury Leader, this is Jackknife.
We're on our way home...
All of us.
Hi, sweetheart.
Well, there's the two most
beautiful women in the world.
Are you ready for dinner?
I'm famished.
You?
I could eat.
Let's go.
Annie, honey,
you still wish you'd stayed home?
No, I'm glad I came.
Just tell me those
backwater dolts from Alabama
aren't sitting with us again tonight.
Aw, Ruth, you didn't tell her.
Those people walked
the plank this morning.
Listen, you two go on head.
I've got to go up to the bridge room.
See you soon.
See you soon.
After all these years of service,
the Kursk is not going
to rot in dry dock?
Yes, it makes us all very sad, Captain.
Da.
Da.
We're approaching the final leg, sir.
Very well.
Make our depth 35 meters and..
Depth, 35 meters.
All ahead two terms.
Cap, I don't know what the hell
happened back there, but I owe you one.
You owe nothing, Lombardi.
I just wanted you to know.
Let's just get this thing over
with, all right?
I mean, we bust our asses for these
people and this is the thanks we get?
A court martial.
Look it's not a court
martial, it's just a hearing.
Yeah, well, it's still bullshit.
Watch, it's going to be fine.
Excuse me. Is everything all right?
The rest of your table
will be here shortly.
OK.
Good evening, ladies.
How's the champagne?
Did you hear Admiral Henshaw's
order to abort, Sergeant?
Yes, sir.
Then didn't it strike you as odd
that Captain Lang chose
to ignore that order?
No, sir.
Command wasn't in full
possession of all the facts,
sir.
In case you've forgotten,
Malcolm and Hoskins
are now safely at home
with their families.
Do you have families, sirs?
Thank you, Sergeant.
That will be all.
Yes, sir.
The ship's first ladies.
This way, please.
Where's Gregory tonight?
He came down with a sudden condition.
But my name is Tuck,
and I'll be your host for the evening.
Thank you, Tuck.
I'd say you ladies look lovely.
That's so kind of you.
Mrs. Lang...
Thank you very much.
Hello.
Hello.
Ms. Lang.
I'm Ruth Lang.
This is my daughter, Annie.
Golder and Hiriam Lifschitz.
Nice to meet you.
If you would need
anything, just let me know.
Thank you.
Are you enjoying the cruise?
I just love the ocean.
Everything set?
Where's Mikhail?
OK, boys.
Time to load and lock, and rock and roll.
Sergei, you secure port.
Mikhail, go starboard.
Tell me, Master Sergeant
Lombardi, as second in command,
did you have any problem
with your captain's decision
to ignore a clear order?
No, sir.
I didn't consider the order valid, sir.
Even though Captain
Lang's insubordination
resulted in injury to yourself?
Yes, sir.
The fact that mine was the only injury
supports my belief that Captain Lang
made the right decision, sir.
Thank you, Master Sergeant Lombardi.
You may step down.
So did you have a chance to talk to dad
about Michael last night?
I tried, Annie.
But he just kind of tuned out.
Listen, Hiriam,
they're playing your favorite piece.
This whole thing has
gone on way too far, mom.
It's beyond ridiculous.
I know.
Yeah.
Ma'am...
Hey, what you doing, man?
Get out of here.
Aw, madame, sir, I apologize.
I'll get someone to come
clean this up right away.
Sorry.
Nobody move, not even a twitch.
Who are you? What is this?
Who's next?
We're having a sales this week.
Buy one get one free.
Nobody?
That's good.
Now, get on back in the passage way.
Not you two shit for brains.
Get down there and fly the god damn boat.
Go, into the salt. Shut up!
That means you too, Captain.
You must understand, Captain,
this way the Kursk will
not be so easily forgotten.
You sure that's everyone?
Right on schedule.
Mr. Wilkins,
have we made our starboard...
Sorry, folks.
It seems that that was the last concerto.
Security, this is the captain.
Lay to the bridge, on board emergency.
Now, if you'll all kindly
get out of your seats,
and lay flat on the floor, we can
carry on with this evening's festivities.
All the joking aside,
ladies and gentlemen,
allow me to introduce the first violin.
You get the fuck down!
Now, get on the fucking floor
and don't make me say it again.
If we all remain calm and follow
instructions, no one will be hurt.
Hiriam?
Hiriam?
Hiriam, don't.
But you get up, you get dead.
Simple.
Hiriam, please.
Now, I personally have
other matters to attend to,
but I've given my men full authorization
to execute my wishes...
No pun intended.
Never again.
Hiriam, please don't go.
Never again.
Never again.
Mister, you don't look
too long for this world
as it is, but you don't get back
down on that floor immediately,
you're going to be meeting the
grim reaper ahead of schedule.
For god's sake.
Listen to him, Hiriam.
Hiriam, get down.
Now shut up.
One last time, folks, disobedience
is severely frowned upon.
It will not be tolerated.
Good evening.
Hello, Captain.
Turn around slowly please.
Mayday, Mayday, this is Captain.
Lang of the "Northern Star."
Any station this net.
Unfortunately, we need him alive.
You know that.
This is Captain Lang of the
"Northern Star," I say again,
mayday, mayday, may...
Listen, pal.
You son of a bitch.
It was self defense.
But that, that was to make a point.
You need to find a less
lethal way of communicating.
Maybe so, Captain.
But as long as we understand each other.
You want to tell me what
the hell this is all about?
Attention "Northern Star"
passengers and crew,
as of this moment, my men and I
are in control of this vessel.
If you're in your cabin...
if you are in an unsecured common area,
you have one minute to
return to your cabin
in an orderly fashion.
Anyone spotted in an unsecured
common area one minute
after the conclusion of this message,
will be considered a
threat and shot on sight.
This is mos definitely not a
drill, ladies and gentlemen.
So have a nice day.
Let's go.
Listen, I don't know what your plan is,
but it's not going to work.
Yes it will, Captain.
And you're going to
play a large part in it.
Admiral?
This just came in from
the Alaskan Coast Guard
station on St. Lawrence Island.
How many passengers on board?
2,842.
We should have a complete passenger
manifest in 30 minutes, tops.
Hijackers making any demands?
No, not so far.
Give me the manifest and
crew list as soon as you can.
Certainly, sir.
Patch me through to Lawrence Island...
Yes, sir.
As soon as you can.
We got a ping.
Mikhail, reduce speed, one third.
Aye, aye, sir.
Reduce speed one third.
Sergei, get me a signature
on that contract.
Single surface contact
at 3,200 meters, bearing
zero, three, three and turning.
That's got to be them.
Mikhail, bring me the periscope depth.
Yes, sir.
Bring us up to periscope depth.
At periscope depth, sir.
Hot damn and he got her jacked.
Stage two complete.
Mikhail, bring us to
surface, come alongside,
and coordinate a full stop.
Yes, sir.
Will you get these
fucking stiff out of here.
They're bleeding all over the place.
We wouldn't want to upset set our guests.
Tuck my man, what's your 20.
Reading you loud and clear, friend.
Any problems in your end?
No, nothing.
Out-fucking-standing.
The cap?
Standing by.
Get him ready for transfer.
Lukash out.
Sir, voice print analysis just came
back, 98% probable.
What do you know?
Flint Lukash.
Jack, one of the most
cunning, criminal masterminds
in the world is not dabbling
in a straightforward hostage
scenario.
- I know.
Doesn't make any sense.
Run it again.
Yes, sir.
OK, run it again.
Welcome aboard the Kursk, Captain Lang.
Quite a vessel, isn't she?
Come on, don't look so glum.
We're professionals.
You ought to thank me.
I'm about to put you with the
Khan, of a typhoon class
nuclear submarine, and I guarantee you,
it's gonna be a hell of a ride.
So cheer up.
Besides, it will help you
take your mind off Peter.
Gertrude operational?
Yes, sir.
Tuck?
I'm about to make the move.
Mikhail, if you will.
I still don't think this is necessary.
I agree.
Why should we call
attention to ourselves when
we could proceed undetected?
Because we have a deadline to meet.
And at this stage of the game we don't
have time to sprint and drift.
We have to sprint, period.
You understand?
Then shut the fuck up and do your jobs.
Lukash controls a ballistic
missile submarine?
For a man like him,
no problem stepping aboard.
So where does the "Northern
Star" fit into this?
Coming to that right now.
There's the Kursk.
There's a "Northern Star."
Of course.
A human shield.
Admiral?
Here's the crew list you asked for.
Halsey Lang?
Skipper of the "Northern Star."
Retired quietly from active service
when his son was killed in Lebanon.
The skipper of a cruise ship ever since.
I don't believe it.
Traded in a nuclear attack
sub for the "Love Boat."
No, no.
Not exactly.
He was a landlubber for a while.
It didn't suit him.
Saltwater in the veins.
You know the type?
Yeah.
I know the type.
It's time to face the music.
More like a slap on the wrist.
Captain Lang, would you please rise?
If I might speak off
the record for a moment.
I've known your father for 30 years.
A model military man in
every possible respect.
Truly one of this country's finest.
I can only imagine the
distress this incident
must be causing him.
With all due respect, sir,
you don't know my father as I do,
so could we please just get on with it?
By order of the Supreme
Commander of USS SOCOM
this hearing is adjourned
until further notice.
Captain Lang, sir,
would you follow me please?
Admiral Henshaw is waiting
for you on Vid Link.
Mac?
What the hell was all that
shit about his father?
I don't know.
Christ, Captain, how did you spend 30
years in these miserable tubes?
You'll think miserable,
about the first time
a torpedo locks onto us.
That ain't going to happen.
Not as long as we're
under the "Northern Star."
And once we split off
with you with the CON,
they ain't gonna find us.
Pigs will fly out of your ass before
you get any help from me, Lukash.
Halsey, Halsey, Hal...
You gotta think about your
beautiful wife and daughter.
Now, how many torpedoes
do you think it would take
to sink the "Northern Star?"
My guess would be about three.
You wouldn't do that, Lukash.
There's 3,000 souls aboard that ship.
Are you kidding me?
Just the idea of sending 3,000
complacent overweight Americans
to the bottom of the Bering Strait
just makes me.
Now, you got to look on the bright side.
Maybe your wife and daughter
will be one of the lucky ones
blown apart by the blast. Shit, no.
They're in top cabin.
No, nope.
They're going to go into that water.
Ew, going in 40 degree
water's gotta be bad.
Standing by.
You copy, Flint?
Start the broadcast.
Broadcasting now.
Well, boys and girls, you must be
wondering now what is Flint up to.
Well, here's your
helpful hint for today...
Mountains topple ever more
into seas without a shore.
Seas that restlessly aspire,
surging in disguise of fire...
Poe.
Now, hear this you
overpaid stuffed shirts,
any action taken against the
Kursk or the "Northern Star"
will leave me no choice but to sink her.
That's it for now, ladies,
but don't touch that dial.
I'll be back.
Now what's the bastard's agenda?
What's Moscow's position on the Kursk?
Captain Belov of the Bremov
has been issued a kill order.
What?
There's close to 3,000
American citizens...
I understand Mr. Sunland,
please believe me.
Moscow's response would be the
same, even if "Northern Star"
were carrying 3,000 Russians.
Certainly you must realize that
the Bremika type of vessel,
even without it's missiles,
is a very formidable weapon.
Look, we will work with you on a way
to neutralize it so it wouldn't
put American lives at risk.
Our worst case projections, put
the casualties on the "Northern
Star" at less than 15%.
That is awfully optimistic.
Not at all.
We have already transferred to the area
some rescue vessels in case of need.
Bremov will certainly not strike
until those vessels are in place.
That's still unacceptable, Ambassador.
Look, let's put our heads together...
I haven't requested or respectfully
declined any such offer.
How also want your supply
ships be positioned.
If Lukash maintains his present course,
approximately 16 hours.
We can land a team on the ship,
we take control, veer off course.
And Bremov can fire on the Kursk
without endangering innocent lives.
I see no reason why Moscow should
object to that, Mr. Ambassador.
I will contact the Kremlin immediately.
Get the ball rolling, Norm.
Sir, I have the Kursk
and the "Northern Star"
at 6,000 meters, bearing
zero, one, four, 33 knots.
Very well.
Now, we wait.
That's my father's ship.
My mother and Annie we're planning on...
They're on the ship too, Michael.
I'm sorry.
The fact that your mother
and sister were on board
is probably just shitty luck.
But your father probably
figured into Lukash's plans.
The odds are,
he's not on the line at this point.
I'm sorry.
I understand.
We are evaluating options as we go along.
We'll know more by the
time you reach the..
So that's the situation.
Cap, if we don't pull this off,
what happens to your father?
Man, if that was my dad on that sub,
I'd have a tough time focusing.
Yeah, me too.
Come on, nothing gets in the way.
I mean, if that doesn't underlie
all our training, what does?
Yeah, you're right, Hutch.
But this situation is a
little out of the ordinary.
This is Cap's business, so let's
just let him deal with it, all right?
It's a variable we have no control over.
My thoughts are not going to be
on my father's safety, believe me.
If he knew I was part of this mission, I
don't think his would be on mine either.
It's a long story, guys.
Basically,
my father and I... we don't talk.
15 minutes to target.
Somehow he just can't
believe that Pete's decision
to go into the special forces wasn't
somehow influenced by me.
After Pete was killed
during an op in Lebanon,
my father made a choice.
He's an irrational, stubborn son of
a bitch, but he's still my father.
It's not that I don't care about him,
I just sort of put him out of my mind.
10 minutes to target.
So, in the heat of an op,
there's so much going on,
so much to think about, believe me,
it's not going to be a problem.
All right?
Yes, sir.
All right?
All right.
Everyone on the upper deck,
check out the chopper.
3, 2, 1, jump.
Dock, this is coming about.
Lombardi, Hutch, lower deck.
Everyone, to go.
Give it up, asshole.
I've got you surrounded.
You got no way out.
Come and get me.
Cocky son of a bitch.
Right on the side on three.
I'm losing my patience here, pocky.
Not now.
Don't get testy, soldier.
Set
1, 2, 3.
Dining room... let's go.
Support ships report they're
in position, Captain.
6,350 meters of target,
bearing zero, zero, two.
Fighting solution is ready.
Make tubes one and four ready
and open the outer doors.
Room reports tubes one and four
ready, and outer doors are open.
Yes, sir.
We give them 15 minutes,
and then we fire.
Smoker's in.
Everyone, stay down!
Clear.
All right, everyone, you're safe now.
Michael.
Bastards.
Just lean on me.
It's all over now.
Where's your father?
I think he's been moved
to a hijacked Russian sub.
It's running beneath the liner.
You're going to go there, aren't you?
I'll be OK, Annie.
As soon as I find out something,
I'll get word to both of you.
OK?
Be careful.
I will.
You take care of each other.
All right?
I gotta go.
I'll be fine.
"Northern Star" is slowing, sir.
Turning hard to port.
Kursk?
Maintaining course and speed, sir.
"Northern Star" is to port.
Son of a bitch.
Tuck, come in.
Fire tubes one and four.
Tubes one and four
fired electrically tuck.
Tuck?
God dammit!
High speed screw noise, incoming.
Target the "Norther Star" and sink her.
Lukash, for Christ sake, don't do this.
Why not, captain.
What's in it for me?
My help.
Two torpedoes, bearing one,
seven, two, one, seven, six.
Range... 4,100 meters and closing fast.
Solution on "Northern Star" ready.
Provided you give me your solemn word
you'll spare the "Northern Star."
You have it as a professional.
Captain Lang, you have the COM.
Sergei, find out where
those torpedoes came from.
Are there countermeasures aboard?
Yes, sir.
Very well.
Set one to simulate evasive maneuvers.
Torpedoes at 2,200 meters.
Get it in the water.
Firing solution on
unidentified contact... ready.
Blow it out of the water.
Firing tubes two and three.
Lukash, I've got the deck and the COM.
Torpedo one is changing course.
It's honing in on the decoy.
Classification of new
contact confirmed, sir.
It's the Bremov, the Bass class.
- Range to the incoming.
Torpedo two at 600 meters, 500, 450...
Helm, stand by to come hard
starboard on my command.
Sir.
300 meters.
250.
Helm. Hard starboard.
All ahead blank.
Fire the port-side countermeasures.
Torpedo two is maintaining course.
It's going for the countermeasures.
High speed screw north port side.
Bearing, zero, eight,
zero, zero, eight, four.
And make your depth 300 meters.
Power maximum, depth 300 meters.
Depth, 300 meters.
Getting hull break up
noises from the Bremov.
She's going down.
Well, this time we were lucky.
Now, let's just disappear while we can.
Maintain present course,
maximum prudent speed.
Happy?
That was outstanding work there, cap.
Lukash, you gave me your word.
Yeah. That I did.
That I did.
And I'll hold to it, too.
On one condition.
And that is that you'll take the COM
again, if the situation arises.
Very well.
Still no sign of the Kursk?
Realistically, if she's running deep,
then our chances of finding
her are slim to none.
Great.
Now what?
We sit around jerking off until
Lukash decides to show himself?
Good question.
What's our involvement going
to be from here on out?
Nothing active for the time being.
It's Russia's problem now.
Roipren, what are you doing?
How much longer... the final leg?
Another five hours.
And then the?
Another four at least.
Great.
Tuck's fuck up has put us
four hours behind schedule.
Four fucking hours.
There is a way we could save some time.
How much time are we talking about?
Probably close to three hours.
Would you like to explain
to me why we weren't going
this way in the first place?
It's risky.
The water is quiet
shallow at several points.
Our heat signature could be
picked up by the satellite.
Could be.
Look, we are trying to slip
through a very narrow window
here that is slowly closing.
I don't want to get caught
with my pants down in Europe.
Captain, what would you do?
Definitely go the short route.
We'll go that way.
Course 233, all ahead, flank speed.
Yes, sir.
Gentlemen,
Lukash is headed for the sub base
at Port Yeramin.
Yeramin?
I have been authorized to tell you
of a code red situation at Yeramin.
During the night,
soldiers serving as security
took control of the base
just hours before a shipment
of ballistic missiles were to be moved
to the dismantling facility at Markovo.
You wouldn't be telling us this
if you'd retaken that base.
True enough.
Ambassador, what measures has Moscow
have already implemented?
We have already sent a force to Yeramin.
Will they get there before Lukash?
We're not sure yet.
If he leaves that base, they'll
be able to target the whole
of the Western seaboard.
Not to mention mainland Russia.
Ambassador, it's in the best
interest of both our countries
that we cooperate on this.
My government agrees with you.
Good.
We have a unit within
striking distance of Yeramin.
One of the very best.
,, get the video phone system online.
It's time to let Washington and Moscow
know what their peace
dividend's going to cost them.
Think it would be colder here.
I mean, this is Alaska.
Come back in January and
you'll freeze your ass off.
I'm looking for a warmer climate.
Speaking of which, boys,
tomorrow morning we wake up in Hawaii.
Two weeks of nothing but
sun, fun, and waves.
Don't forget the most
important thing here...
Chics.
Do you actually think you're
going to get laid this time?
I'm going to make getting
laid my first priority, sir.
You'll pop that cherry
one of these days, cousin.
Never.
Never.
- I think it will happen.
Yeah, yeah.
It'll happen.
Ha, ha.
Very funny.
As you were, gentlemen.
I just spoke with Admiral Henshaw.
Lukash finally laid his
cards out on the table.
He's giving Washington 36 hours
to come up with $25 billion.
Otherwise, he's going to
launch a nuclear missile
attack against the West coast and Russia.
He's not supposed to have nukes.
Yeah, well, situation's changed.
A renegade security unit seized
control of a Russian sub base
at Port Yeramin.
On the base was a load of
SSM 20s due to be scrapped.
And a few hours ago,
Russian Norsat picked up the Kursk
entering Yeramin harbor.
The Russians are mobilizing, but they
won't arrive soon enough to prevent.
Lukash from loading the birds.
And that's where we come in, gentlemen.
We're taking Bertha here, so gear up.
Double time.
Let's move.
There goes Hawaii.
Yep.
Brake, now.
Stop at the Western inlet.
I want a closer look.
Mac, Vickers, get wet.
Cap, you were right.
There's a net down here
hooked up to dozens of mines.
Can you take care of it?
There is activity at the Minet.
Handle it.
That was the arrangement.
Steblin?
Ivan.
Two small gun ships approach.
I count six men.
Shooters at 10 o'clock, Captain.
Take 'em out.
Doc, Hutch, to the attack.
I got him...
10 o'clock.
Bogey at 12 o'clock.
Ivan, can you hear me?
Ivan, come in.
What's the story?
I can report that the six men
just coming through the inlet
on two small gunboats.
They must have gotten past my divers.
They got past him too
from t he sound of it.
I thought you said your people
knew what they were doing.
They do, my friend.
It's all right.
They that have power to hurt
and will do none that do not
do the thing they most do
show, who moving others,
are themselves as stone.
Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow.
Shakespeare.
Do you know what it means?
No.
Well, if you and your
people don't hold the line,
I'll fucking explain it to you.
Your attention.
We have got visitors.
I repeat, we have got intruders.
Go, go, go.
Go, go, go go, go, go!
Mac, Vickers, cover us on go.
Ready?
Go!
Cap!
There she is.
You want to go first?
No.
Final positions.
Go.
Duck!
Coming through.
Hold!
Now!
Michael, can you hear me?
Dimitri, do you copy me?
You ought to read more.
On pause.
Race ya.
Baseball.
All right, guys.
Mac and I are going in.
Go, go, go, go!
Drop the gun, Lukash.
All right.
Drop it now.
OK.
OK.
Just... just relax.
Get your hands in the air, slowly.
As the poet says, so sweet to live...
magnificent to die.
Mac!
The bullets in the vest.
I'm all right.
Let's get this son of a bitch.
Hurry, Vick. You got to breathe.
Cap? Vic's been hit.
All right.
Do what you can.
As soon as the Russians
that we're on the Kursk.
Breathe.
Cap, we're not going to make it.
We're not going to make it.
You got to do this without us.
I got to stay with him.
Well, get it through that missile too.
All right, boys,.
Do a compartment search.
We've got intruders in the VLS tubes.
Take me to a full stop.
Bring me to missile launching depth.
We'll launch number one as
soon as power up is complete.
Breathe. Come on.
Your mom's going to be real
pissed I don't get you home.
Come on, breathe.
Mac, upper level.
Everyone else take your positions.
Go.
Hey, Captain.
I've got good news and bad news.
The good news, is there's a
squad of special forces up there.
Gotta be Delta boys.
Weren't both of your sons in that outfit?
The bad news is,
I just dropped their leader.
Nah, they wouldn't send your son.
Then again, you never know.
Lukash, that's a load
of crap and you know it.
I don't know that is back
aft, but it's not my boy.
If it was him, you'd be a dead man.
Excuse me.
Lang the younger,
sorry about that screw up
we're doing back there.
Now, because of that,
thousands and thousands and thousands
of people are going to die.
Winger?
Lukash.
One, two, and three are online.
We'll have launch
capability on number one
in plus or minus two and a half minutes.
Beautiful.
Listen, there's been a
slight change in plans.
I want you to reprogramm
Merv on number three
for St. Petersburg.
After that bullshit at Yeramin, it looks
like the world needs a little lesson.
They're not calling my bluff.
So long, St. Pete's.
It's got to be similar to overriding
the primary firing system.
This thing would be my guess, but I'm
not familiar with this system.
Do your best, Sergeant.
Jesus.
Make it happen.
No, hold your fire.
I might need them later.
Well, listen, just don't stand there
with your dick in your hands.
Go get him and bring him back here.
"Full fathom five, your father lies.
Of his bones are coral made."
Now, loosely translated,
that means you move against my boat
or my men, and I will
spray daddy's teeth, hair,
and eyes all over the bulkhead.
Let's get something straight, Lukash,
you're the dead man here.
I'd love to chat with you, Lukash,
but I'm a little busy right now.
Well, why don't you relax?
Because number one flies in 75 seconds
and there's not a goddamn
thing you can do about it.
Good god.
There's not even enough
time for them to evacuate.
You're both forgetting one thing...
Delta.
What if they've been killed or captured?
No chance.
We're stationed at fighting depth, sir.
Door is open.
"Fan-fucking-tastic."
It's showtime.
Could be a trick.
It's not.
On three.
1, 2, 3.
You haven't called me
that since I was a kid.
Artillery fire control,
should be back this way.
Good bye.
Launch enabling key, Michael.
What's wrong?
There's no ignition.
There's no problem here.
Navy people know about these things.
Well, if I'd got into the Navy,
I wouldn't be here right now.
The must have removed the firing trigger.
Well, can we override it?
Without the firing
trigger, the only chance
we have of overriding is
to destroy the console
in the VLS compartment.
You stay on this panel.
As soon as you get a green, you launch.
This is Lukash.
Everyone, seal off the VLS
console compartment now.
How's your mom and Annie?
They're fine.
Sailed on to Anchorage.
Mike, your people have
done a great job up to now,
but we're still skating on thin ice.
Lukash gets a hold of this
console and destroys it,
fire control reverts to the bridge.
You've got to defend
this piece of equipment.
I'll be up on the catwalk.
Perimeter defense, move.
Suna, what do we got?
Nothing, sir.
If the Kursk is within
range of our sensors,
it's either drifting or
running too quiet to detect
with our passive equipment.
Go!
Get your heads and asses wired together.
Now, let's go!
Use the active system.
But, sir...
Yes, I know the danger, Dimitri.
Attention all stations,
we are going active.
We are going active.
You all right, dad?
Yeah, he's just fine for
the present time, sonny boy.
You don't put those
weapons down right now,
I'm going to give him a tracheotomy.
Michael, don't worry about me.
Shoot this bastard!
Drop them.
Very good.
You're so stupid.
I need him.
I don't need you.
Michael!
Michael?
My god, son, are you all right?
I'm fine.
Let's get to the COM.
Wait, wait.
I don't who that is pinging us
with sonar, but they're close.
Go easy.
Clear!
Clear!
Michael, there's two of them
in there... port and starboard
side of the scopes.
Both got Uzis.
Hutch, Lombardi, take him out.
Mac, sweep out, both sides.
Check all compartments.
Cap, it seems we still
got a few stragglers.
Got us forward, Michael, let's go.
Thanks for that, boy.
Well done.
Clear!
Clear!
Captain, I have a faint contact
bearing, two, nine, three.
Not strong enough for accurate ranging.
Fire control,
make ready tubes one and three.
Sergeant McKinney, United States Army.
Captain Lazarev.
This is my boat.
Captain Lazarev, it's an honor, sir.
Come with me.
We're going to get you your boat back.
Da.
This is Hutch. Maneuvering room is clear.
Scuttle, scuttle, little roach.
How you run when I approach.
Captain?
This is Captain Lazarev.
It's an honor, sir.
Thank you for taking back my boat.
It was a pleasure.
Mac, let's go.
Captain Lazarev...
Anatoly Lazarev?
Captain Halsey Lang, no?
1978, under the Aegis.
It was me pinging you.
And in 1981, I spent three very
frustrating weeks chasing you
through the Baltic approaches,
captain.
You know this Russian radar
a lot better than I do.
Are we in range of their active array?
Captain, it would be an honor
if you would take the com,
please, and I'll take this over.
Captain, what's the range of
your underwater telephone?
Depends on the type of submarine.
But give or take, 3,000 meters.
Single contact, bearing one, one, three.
Range... 18,000 meters.
I see it.
I've got no control over power.
What the hell's happening
in the engine room?
He's overriding you.
Lukash, you son of a bitch.
God dammit!
He's cut the power.
Petition the Lord with prayer.
All bribing with gold.
For I am Lord now.
And nuclear winters are cold.
Increased flat noise bearing
two, nine, three.
Range... 18,000 meters.
Twin screws.
It must be the Kursk.
That sonar bearing.
We have a match.
Fire 1 and 3.
High speed cruise in the
water, bearing one, one, three.
Range... 17,800 meters.
Two torpedoes.
Bearing one, one, six.
Range... 15,000 meters.
Come on!
Let's get down.
Lukash is dead.
Talk to me.
I got ya.
That's it?
All right, boys.
I'm coming back.
Torpedoes range 8,000 meters,
and close at 50 knots.
Monitor and standby.
Michael and Akeem,
you guys may have given us
a fighting chance here.
Can you get us out of this mess?
I'll do my damnedest.
Captain?
Cycle range still powered up?
Da.
Bearing on it's own?
Zero at six and holding.
Keep an eye on it.
Blanes, hold your depth.
Helm, come right... zero, eight, six.
Now monitor the screen.
Captain, how's your Morse?
It's all right.
Good.
Let's go active.
I want to ping a message to that sub.
Kursk changing course, sir.
Heading straight for us.
Sir, that's Morse code.
Could be a trick.
Then why haven't they fired, sir?
They've had the chance.
Torpedoes have just gone active.
Range... 2,500 meters.
You're cutting it pretty close.
Yeah, that's the idea, son.
1,900 meters.
20 degrees down bubble.
20 degrees down bubble.
Easy.
The Kursk is diving, sir.
Course unchanged.
Has the Kursk flooded any
tubes, or opened outer doors?
Negative, sir.
Make ready tubes, two and four.
Slight elevation angle on torpedo one.
That means two, still locked.
Polarize on the planes.
Helm hard approach.
With counter measures.
Captain Lazarev,
start with counter measures.
Counter measures ready.
Strike for the counter measure.
It will be closed.
All hands, brace for impact.
Gents, we need to make a
statement of intent here.
Captain, let's blow all tanks.
The Kursk has blown her tank, sir.
She's going to the surface.
Close all the torpedo doors.
Take us to periscope depth.
Yes, sir.
Close torpedo doors.
Michael, congratulations to you
and your men.
Job well done, captain.
Thank you, sir.
By the way, there's someone here
who'd like to speak with you.
Admiral?
You didn't expect anything less out
of my son and his team, did you?
Halsey, old salt.
Good to hear your voice.
Norm, can you get word to Ruth
and Annie that we're both OK?
It would be my pleasure, Halsey.
Mike, we've been in
contact with Port Yeramin.
Sergeant Spars and Sergeant
Vickers is gonna pull through.
That's great news, Admiral.
Please give him our best.
Lang out.
Gentlemen, hospitality?
A little Russian cure for stress?
To Delta force,
You know there's something
else I'd like to drink to?
You, son.
Family.
When can I start, Captain?
We got two towers on the perimeter.
One on the inside.
Basically, guys who poke their eyes
out, secure our guys
and then we hightail it back to Turkey.
Any questions?
There was two of us behind enemy lines.
DOD let us rot.
What's that, Sergeant?
Nothing, Captain.
Based on the latest satellite pass,
Saddam is sending
reinforcements down to defend..
So he's falling for our bluff.
- Right.
And while he's looking down South,
Delta will swoop in from the North
and grab our boys at Amadiya.
Are you confident that Lang's
ODA can handle this alone?
Based on the Intel, yeah, I am.
Heckers, take point.
Looks like we spoke too soon.
We got motion sensors here.
This is great.
Because we trusted intel,
we've got no other option.
Falcon One this is Jackknife.
Do you copy?
This is Falcon One.
Jackknife, go ahead.
Patch me through to command.
We got a major problem here.
Will do, Captain.
Jackknife,
this is Mercury Leader.
What's going on there?
Over.
Intel was for shit, sir.
We lost the element of surprise
and we're still in the bush.
Do you still have a shot
at opening the objectives?
Over.
Hutch?
Mercury Leader, do you copy?
Mercury Leader, do you copy?
Falcon One, do you copy?
You got to be fucking kidding me.
Captain, this place is sewn
up tighter than Fort Knox.
Falcon One, do you copy?
Dammit!
We lost contact.
Christ.
OK.
This way.
I know Mike Lang.
Didn't even request backup.
I don't care, Norm.
Just pull the plug on it before it
becomes a major embarrassment.
I agree.
The last thing we need is
another goddamn Tehran.
Take that bunker there.
Aw, fuck that, Captain.
If we don't extract now, we're history.
Did I ask you for your
assessment, Sergeant?
No, but...
Then save it for your report.
I have them It's a minefield.
Falcon One,
you in for of little mine sweeping?
Bloom's on the way, Jackknife.
All right, Begs.
Bring her in, baby.
We got a smokescreen.
Party time, gentlemen.
Let's party.
Vickers, right flank.
In position.
Cap, two bogey, 6 o'clock.
Hutch, take him with you.
I got him, Cap.
Hutch, behind you.
Get your ass down.
We got a heavy.
10 o'clock, Cap.
Bunker's clear.
Lombardi, let's move.
Second bunker clear, Mac.
Go! Go!
Go!
We're on the move.
Let's go, go, go, go, go.
More company, 11 o'clock, Cap.
Jackknife, we've reestablished the.
Jackknife, what's going on?
Mercury Leader, we still have a shot
of fulfilling the objective.
Over.
Jackknife,
this is Mercury Leader.
Pull the plug, Mike.
Over.
Jackknife to Mercury Leader, come in.
We got our orders, Cap.
Let's get the hell out of here.
That's enough, Lombardi.
They could have moved the pilots by now.
Jackknife, this is Falcon One.
Proceeding to the primary LZ.
Negative, Falcon One.
Maintain your position.
I repeat, hold your position.
- What are you doing?
We've been ordered to abort?
Then you abort.
The rest of us have got a job to do.
Could we make up our minds?
We're not leaving here without our guys.
What's the call, Cap?
We take that bunker, we're in.
Then let's fucking do it.
Mac, take point.
Move!
Go, go, go!
I've got cover, go!
Cap, we got more trouble.
Like the 4th of July, guys.
Mac, take your position.
All right, it's now or never, boys.
Mac, Hutch, let's go get our guys.
In position.
Third bunker secured, Cap.
Now!
Come on!
Curve ball.
Morning, boys. Delta Force.
Someone call for a taxi?
Stand back, man.
Falcon One, proceed to the secondary LZ.
This is Falcon One.
I got it.
Let's go.
Vickers, now.
Come on, Doc. Let's go.
Vickers, copy.
On my way.
Vickers, abort.
Get the hell out of there.
Go, go, go, go go!
Lombardi, come in.
Lombardi, do you copy?
Lombardi?
Lombardi, do you copy?
Lombardi, come in.
Lombardi, do you copy?
Your guy's probably dead, Captain.
We need to mosey now.
No fucking way!
You get us close to that bunker,
we're going in after him.
I'm sorry, sir, I can't.
It would be suicide.
Then get out of the fucking seat.
I will fly the chopper.
I can't.
Do it!
Do it!
Shit.
Man.
You guys are fucking great.
You're gonna be fine?
Yeah, I've earned it.
He's gonna be fine.
Mercury Leader, this is Jackknife.
We're on our way home...
All of us.
Hi, sweetheart.
Well, there's the two most
beautiful women in the world.
Are you ready for dinner?
I'm famished.
You?
I could eat.
Let's go.
Annie, honey,
you still wish you'd stayed home?
No, I'm glad I came.
Just tell me those
backwater dolts from Alabama
aren't sitting with us again tonight.
Aw, Ruth, you didn't tell her.
Those people walked
the plank this morning.
Listen, you two go on head.
I've got to go up to the bridge room.
See you soon.
See you soon.
After all these years of service,
the Kursk is not going
to rot in dry dock?
Yes, it makes us all very sad, Captain.
Da.
Da.
We're approaching the final leg, sir.
Very well.
Make our depth 35 meters and..
Depth, 35 meters.
All ahead two terms.
Cap, I don't know what the hell
happened back there, but I owe you one.
You owe nothing, Lombardi.
I just wanted you to know.
Let's just get this thing over
with, all right?
I mean, we bust our asses for these
people and this is the thanks we get?
A court martial.
Look it's not a court
martial, it's just a hearing.
Yeah, well, it's still bullshit.
Watch, it's going to be fine.
Excuse me. Is everything all right?
The rest of your table
will be here shortly.
OK.
Good evening, ladies.
How's the champagne?
Did you hear Admiral Henshaw's
order to abort, Sergeant?
Yes, sir.
Then didn't it strike you as odd
that Captain Lang chose
to ignore that order?
No, sir.
Command wasn't in full
possession of all the facts,
sir.
In case you've forgotten,
Malcolm and Hoskins
are now safely at home
with their families.
Do you have families, sirs?
Thank you, Sergeant.
That will be all.
Yes, sir.
The ship's first ladies.
This way, please.
Where's Gregory tonight?
He came down with a sudden condition.
But my name is Tuck,
and I'll be your host for the evening.
Thank you, Tuck.
I'd say you ladies look lovely.
That's so kind of you.
Mrs. Lang...
Thank you very much.
Hello.
Hello.
Ms. Lang.
I'm Ruth Lang.
This is my daughter, Annie.
Golder and Hiriam Lifschitz.
Nice to meet you.
If you would need
anything, just let me know.
Thank you.
Are you enjoying the cruise?
I just love the ocean.
Everything set?
Where's Mikhail?
OK, boys.
Time to load and lock, and rock and roll.
Sergei, you secure port.
Mikhail, go starboard.
Tell me, Master Sergeant
Lombardi, as second in command,
did you have any problem
with your captain's decision
to ignore a clear order?
No, sir.
I didn't consider the order valid, sir.
Even though Captain
Lang's insubordination
resulted in injury to yourself?
Yes, sir.
The fact that mine was the only injury
supports my belief that Captain Lang
made the right decision, sir.
Thank you, Master Sergeant Lombardi.
You may step down.
So did you have a chance to talk to dad
about Michael last night?
I tried, Annie.
But he just kind of tuned out.
Listen, Hiriam,
they're playing your favorite piece.
This whole thing has
gone on way too far, mom.
It's beyond ridiculous.
I know.
Yeah.
Ma'am...
Hey, what you doing, man?
Get out of here.
Aw, madame, sir, I apologize.
I'll get someone to come
clean this up right away.
Sorry.
Nobody move, not even a twitch.
Who are you? What is this?
Who's next?
We're having a sales this week.
Buy one get one free.
Nobody?
That's good.
Now, get on back in the passage way.
Not you two shit for brains.
Get down there and fly the god damn boat.
Go, into the salt. Shut up!
That means you too, Captain.
You must understand, Captain,
this way the Kursk will
not be so easily forgotten.
You sure that's everyone?
Right on schedule.
Mr. Wilkins,
have we made our starboard...
Sorry, folks.
It seems that that was the last concerto.
Security, this is the captain.
Lay to the bridge, on board emergency.
Now, if you'll all kindly
get out of your seats,
and lay flat on the floor, we can
carry on with this evening's festivities.
All the joking aside,
ladies and gentlemen,
allow me to introduce the first violin.
You get the fuck down!
Now, get on the fucking floor
and don't make me say it again.
If we all remain calm and follow
instructions, no one will be hurt.
Hiriam?
Hiriam?
Hiriam, don't.
But you get up, you get dead.
Simple.
Hiriam, please.
Now, I personally have
other matters to attend to,
but I've given my men full authorization
to execute my wishes...
No pun intended.
Never again.
Hiriam, please don't go.
Never again.
Never again.
Mister, you don't look
too long for this world
as it is, but you don't get back
down on that floor immediately,
you're going to be meeting the
grim reaper ahead of schedule.
For god's sake.
Listen to him, Hiriam.
Hiriam, get down.
Now shut up.
One last time, folks, disobedience
is severely frowned upon.
It will not be tolerated.
Good evening.
Hello, Captain.
Turn around slowly please.
Mayday, Mayday, this is Captain.
Lang of the "Northern Star."
Any station this net.
Unfortunately, we need him alive.
You know that.
This is Captain Lang of the
"Northern Star," I say again,
mayday, mayday, may...
Listen, pal.
You son of a bitch.
It was self defense.
But that, that was to make a point.
You need to find a less
lethal way of communicating.
Maybe so, Captain.
But as long as we understand each other.
You want to tell me what
the hell this is all about?
Attention "Northern Star"
passengers and crew,
as of this moment, my men and I
are in control of this vessel.
If you're in your cabin...
if you are in an unsecured common area,
you have one minute to
return to your cabin
in an orderly fashion.
Anyone spotted in an unsecured
common area one minute
after the conclusion of this message,
will be considered a
threat and shot on sight.
This is mos definitely not a
drill, ladies and gentlemen.
So have a nice day.
Let's go.
Listen, I don't know what your plan is,
but it's not going to work.
Yes it will, Captain.
And you're going to
play a large part in it.
Admiral?
This just came in from
the Alaskan Coast Guard
station on St. Lawrence Island.
How many passengers on board?
2,842.
We should have a complete passenger
manifest in 30 minutes, tops.
Hijackers making any demands?
No, not so far.
Give me the manifest and
crew list as soon as you can.
Certainly, sir.
Patch me through to Lawrence Island...
Yes, sir.
As soon as you can.
We got a ping.
Mikhail, reduce speed, one third.
Aye, aye, sir.
Reduce speed one third.
Sergei, get me a signature
on that contract.
Single surface contact
at 3,200 meters, bearing
zero, three, three and turning.
That's got to be them.
Mikhail, bring me the periscope depth.
Yes, sir.
Bring us up to periscope depth.
At periscope depth, sir.
Hot damn and he got her jacked.
Stage two complete.
Mikhail, bring us to
surface, come alongside,
and coordinate a full stop.
Yes, sir.
Will you get these
fucking stiff out of here.
They're bleeding all over the place.
We wouldn't want to upset set our guests.
Tuck my man, what's your 20.
Reading you loud and clear, friend.
Any problems in your end?
No, nothing.
Out-fucking-standing.
The cap?
Standing by.
Get him ready for transfer.
Lukash out.
Sir, voice print analysis just came
back, 98% probable.
What do you know?
Flint Lukash.
Jack, one of the most
cunning, criminal masterminds
in the world is not dabbling
in a straightforward hostage
scenario.
- I know.
Doesn't make any sense.
Run it again.
Yes, sir.
OK, run it again.
Welcome aboard the Kursk, Captain Lang.
Quite a vessel, isn't she?
Come on, don't look so glum.
We're professionals.
You ought to thank me.
I'm about to put you with the
Khan, of a typhoon class
nuclear submarine, and I guarantee you,
it's gonna be a hell of a ride.
So cheer up.
Besides, it will help you
take your mind off Peter.
Gertrude operational?
Yes, sir.
Tuck?
I'm about to make the move.
Mikhail, if you will.
I still don't think this is necessary.
I agree.
Why should we call
attention to ourselves when
we could proceed undetected?
Because we have a deadline to meet.
And at this stage of the game we don't
have time to sprint and drift.
We have to sprint, period.
You understand?
Then shut the fuck up and do your jobs.
Lukash controls a ballistic
missile submarine?
For a man like him,
no problem stepping aboard.
So where does the "Northern
Star" fit into this?
Coming to that right now.
There's the Kursk.
There's a "Northern Star."
Of course.
A human shield.
Admiral?
Here's the crew list you asked for.
Halsey Lang?
Skipper of the "Northern Star."
Retired quietly from active service
when his son was killed in Lebanon.
The skipper of a cruise ship ever since.
I don't believe it.
Traded in a nuclear attack
sub for the "Love Boat."
No, no.
Not exactly.
He was a landlubber for a while.
It didn't suit him.
Saltwater in the veins.
You know the type?
Yeah.
I know the type.
It's time to face the music.
More like a slap on the wrist.
Captain Lang, would you please rise?
If I might speak off
the record for a moment.
I've known your father for 30 years.
A model military man in
every possible respect.
Truly one of this country's finest.
I can only imagine the
distress this incident
must be causing him.
With all due respect, sir,
you don't know my father as I do,
so could we please just get on with it?
By order of the Supreme
Commander of USS SOCOM
this hearing is adjourned
until further notice.
Captain Lang, sir,
would you follow me please?
Admiral Henshaw is waiting
for you on Vid Link.
Mac?
What the hell was all that
shit about his father?
I don't know.
Christ, Captain, how did you spend 30
years in these miserable tubes?
You'll think miserable,
about the first time
a torpedo locks onto us.
That ain't going to happen.
Not as long as we're
under the "Northern Star."
And once we split off
with you with the CON,
they ain't gonna find us.
Pigs will fly out of your ass before
you get any help from me, Lukash.
Halsey, Halsey, Hal...
You gotta think about your
beautiful wife and daughter.
Now, how many torpedoes
do you think it would take
to sink the "Northern Star?"
My guess would be about three.
You wouldn't do that, Lukash.
There's 3,000 souls aboard that ship.
Are you kidding me?
Just the idea of sending 3,000
complacent overweight Americans
to the bottom of the Bering Strait
just makes me.
Now, you got to look on the bright side.
Maybe your wife and daughter
will be one of the lucky ones
blown apart by the blast. Shit, no.
They're in top cabin.
No, nope.
They're going to go into that water.
Ew, going in 40 degree
water's gotta be bad.
Standing by.
You copy, Flint?
Start the broadcast.
Broadcasting now.
Well, boys and girls, you must be
wondering now what is Flint up to.
Well, here's your
helpful hint for today...
Mountains topple ever more
into seas without a shore.
Seas that restlessly aspire,
surging in disguise of fire...
Poe.
Now, hear this you
overpaid stuffed shirts,
any action taken against the
Kursk or the "Northern Star"
will leave me no choice but to sink her.
That's it for now, ladies,
but don't touch that dial.
I'll be back.
Now what's the bastard's agenda?
What's Moscow's position on the Kursk?
Captain Belov of the Bremov
has been issued a kill order.
What?
There's close to 3,000
American citizens...
I understand Mr. Sunland,
please believe me.
Moscow's response would be the
same, even if "Northern Star"
were carrying 3,000 Russians.
Certainly you must realize that
the Bremika type of vessel,
even without it's missiles,
is a very formidable weapon.
Look, we will work with you on a way
to neutralize it so it wouldn't
put American lives at risk.
Our worst case projections, put
the casualties on the "Northern
Star" at less than 15%.
That is awfully optimistic.
Not at all.
We have already transferred to the area
some rescue vessels in case of need.
Bremov will certainly not strike
until those vessels are in place.
That's still unacceptable, Ambassador.
Look, let's put our heads together...
I haven't requested or respectfully
declined any such offer.
How also want your supply
ships be positioned.
If Lukash maintains his present course,
approximately 16 hours.
We can land a team on the ship,
we take control, veer off course.
And Bremov can fire on the Kursk
without endangering innocent lives.
I see no reason why Moscow should
object to that, Mr. Ambassador.
I will contact the Kremlin immediately.
Get the ball rolling, Norm.
Sir, I have the Kursk
and the "Northern Star"
at 6,000 meters, bearing
zero, one, four, 33 knots.
Very well.
Now, we wait.
That's my father's ship.
My mother and Annie we're planning on...
They're on the ship too, Michael.
I'm sorry.
The fact that your mother
and sister were on board
is probably just shitty luck.
But your father probably
figured into Lukash's plans.
The odds are,
he's not on the line at this point.
I'm sorry.
I understand.
We are evaluating options as we go along.
We'll know more by the
time you reach the..
So that's the situation.
Cap, if we don't pull this off,
what happens to your father?
Man, if that was my dad on that sub,
I'd have a tough time focusing.
Yeah, me too.
Come on, nothing gets in the way.
I mean, if that doesn't underlie
all our training, what does?
Yeah, you're right, Hutch.
But this situation is a
little out of the ordinary.
This is Cap's business, so let's
just let him deal with it, all right?
It's a variable we have no control over.
My thoughts are not going to be
on my father's safety, believe me.
If he knew I was part of this mission, I
don't think his would be on mine either.
It's a long story, guys.
Basically,
my father and I... we don't talk.
15 minutes to target.
Somehow he just can't
believe that Pete's decision
to go into the special forces wasn't
somehow influenced by me.
After Pete was killed
during an op in Lebanon,
my father made a choice.
He's an irrational, stubborn son of
a bitch, but he's still my father.
It's not that I don't care about him,
I just sort of put him out of my mind.
10 minutes to target.
So, in the heat of an op,
there's so much going on,
so much to think about, believe me,
it's not going to be a problem.
All right?
Yes, sir.
All right?
All right.
Everyone on the upper deck,
check out the chopper.
3, 2, 1, jump.
Dock, this is coming about.
Lombardi, Hutch, lower deck.
Everyone, to go.
Give it up, asshole.
I've got you surrounded.
You got no way out.
Come and get me.
Cocky son of a bitch.
Right on the side on three.
I'm losing my patience here, pocky.
Not now.
Don't get testy, soldier.
Set
1, 2, 3.
Dining room... let's go.
Support ships report they're
in position, Captain.
6,350 meters of target,
bearing zero, zero, two.
Fighting solution is ready.
Make tubes one and four ready
and open the outer doors.
Room reports tubes one and four
ready, and outer doors are open.
Yes, sir.
We give them 15 minutes,
and then we fire.
Smoker's in.
Everyone, stay down!
Clear.
All right, everyone, you're safe now.
Michael.
Bastards.
Just lean on me.
It's all over now.
Where's your father?
I think he's been moved
to a hijacked Russian sub.
It's running beneath the liner.
You're going to go there, aren't you?
I'll be OK, Annie.
As soon as I find out something,
I'll get word to both of you.
OK?
Be careful.
I will.
You take care of each other.
All right?
I gotta go.
I'll be fine.
"Northern Star" is slowing, sir.
Turning hard to port.
Kursk?
Maintaining course and speed, sir.
"Northern Star" is to port.
Son of a bitch.
Tuck, come in.
Fire tubes one and four.
Tubes one and four
fired electrically tuck.
Tuck?
God dammit!
High speed screw noise, incoming.
Target the "Norther Star" and sink her.
Lukash, for Christ sake, don't do this.
Why not, captain.
What's in it for me?
My help.
Two torpedoes, bearing one,
seven, two, one, seven, six.
Range... 4,100 meters and closing fast.
Solution on "Northern Star" ready.
Provided you give me your solemn word
you'll spare the "Northern Star."
You have it as a professional.
Captain Lang, you have the COM.
Sergei, find out where
those torpedoes came from.
Are there countermeasures aboard?
Yes, sir.
Very well.
Set one to simulate evasive maneuvers.
Torpedoes at 2,200 meters.
Get it in the water.
Firing solution on
unidentified contact... ready.
Blow it out of the water.
Firing tubes two and three.
Lukash, I've got the deck and the COM.
Torpedo one is changing course.
It's honing in on the decoy.
Classification of new
contact confirmed, sir.
It's the Bremov, the Bass class.
- Range to the incoming.
Torpedo two at 600 meters, 500, 450...
Helm, stand by to come hard
starboard on my command.
Sir.
300 meters.
250.
Helm. Hard starboard.
All ahead blank.
Fire the port-side countermeasures.
Torpedo two is maintaining course.
It's going for the countermeasures.
High speed screw north port side.
Bearing, zero, eight,
zero, zero, eight, four.
And make your depth 300 meters.
Power maximum, depth 300 meters.
Depth, 300 meters.
Getting hull break up
noises from the Bremov.
She's going down.
Well, this time we were lucky.
Now, let's just disappear while we can.
Maintain present course,
maximum prudent speed.
Happy?
That was outstanding work there, cap.
Lukash, you gave me your word.
Yeah. That I did.
That I did.
And I'll hold to it, too.
On one condition.
And that is that you'll take the COM
again, if the situation arises.
Very well.
Still no sign of the Kursk?
Realistically, if she's running deep,
then our chances of finding
her are slim to none.
Great.
Now what?
We sit around jerking off until
Lukash decides to show himself?
Good question.
What's our involvement going
to be from here on out?
Nothing active for the time being.
It's Russia's problem now.
Roipren, what are you doing?
How much longer... the final leg?
Another five hours.
And then the?
Another four at least.
Great.
Tuck's fuck up has put us
four hours behind schedule.
Four fucking hours.
There is a way we could save some time.
How much time are we talking about?
Probably close to three hours.
Would you like to explain
to me why we weren't going
this way in the first place?
It's risky.
The water is quiet
shallow at several points.
Our heat signature could be
picked up by the satellite.
Could be.
Look, we are trying to slip
through a very narrow window
here that is slowly closing.
I don't want to get caught
with my pants down in Europe.
Captain, what would you do?
Definitely go the short route.
We'll go that way.
Course 233, all ahead, flank speed.
Yes, sir.
Gentlemen,
Lukash is headed for the sub base
at Port Yeramin.
Yeramin?
I have been authorized to tell you
of a code red situation at Yeramin.
During the night,
soldiers serving as security
took control of the base
just hours before a shipment
of ballistic missiles were to be moved
to the dismantling facility at Markovo.
You wouldn't be telling us this
if you'd retaken that base.
True enough.
Ambassador, what measures has Moscow
have already implemented?
We have already sent a force to Yeramin.
Will they get there before Lukash?
We're not sure yet.
If he leaves that base, they'll
be able to target the whole
of the Western seaboard.
Not to mention mainland Russia.
Ambassador, it's in the best
interest of both our countries
that we cooperate on this.
My government agrees with you.
Good.
We have a unit within
striking distance of Yeramin.
One of the very best.
,, get the video phone system online.
It's time to let Washington and Moscow
know what their peace
dividend's going to cost them.
Think it would be colder here.
I mean, this is Alaska.
Come back in January and
you'll freeze your ass off.
I'm looking for a warmer climate.
Speaking of which, boys,
tomorrow morning we wake up in Hawaii.
Two weeks of nothing but
sun, fun, and waves.
Don't forget the most
important thing here...
Chics.
Do you actually think you're
going to get laid this time?
I'm going to make getting
laid my first priority, sir.
You'll pop that cherry
one of these days, cousin.
Never.
Never.
- I think it will happen.
Yeah, yeah.
It'll happen.
Ha, ha.
Very funny.
As you were, gentlemen.
I just spoke with Admiral Henshaw.
Lukash finally laid his
cards out on the table.
He's giving Washington 36 hours
to come up with $25 billion.
Otherwise, he's going to
launch a nuclear missile
attack against the West coast and Russia.
He's not supposed to have nukes.
Yeah, well, situation's changed.
A renegade security unit seized
control of a Russian sub base
at Port Yeramin.
On the base was a load of
SSM 20s due to be scrapped.
And a few hours ago,
Russian Norsat picked up the Kursk
entering Yeramin harbor.
The Russians are mobilizing, but they
won't arrive soon enough to prevent.
Lukash from loading the birds.
And that's where we come in, gentlemen.
We're taking Bertha here, so gear up.
Double time.
Let's move.
There goes Hawaii.
Yep.
Brake, now.
Stop at the Western inlet.
I want a closer look.
Mac, Vickers, get wet.
Cap, you were right.
There's a net down here
hooked up to dozens of mines.
Can you take care of it?
There is activity at the Minet.
Handle it.
That was the arrangement.
Steblin?
Ivan.
Two small gun ships approach.
I count six men.
Shooters at 10 o'clock, Captain.
Take 'em out.
Doc, Hutch, to the attack.
I got him...
10 o'clock.
Bogey at 12 o'clock.
Ivan, can you hear me?
Ivan, come in.
What's the story?
I can report that the six men
just coming through the inlet
on two small gunboats.
They must have gotten past my divers.
They got past him too
from t he sound of it.
I thought you said your people
knew what they were doing.
They do, my friend.
It's all right.
They that have power to hurt
and will do none that do not
do the thing they most do
show, who moving others,
are themselves as stone.
Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow.
Shakespeare.
Do you know what it means?
No.
Well, if you and your
people don't hold the line,
I'll fucking explain it to you.
Your attention.
We have got visitors.
I repeat, we have got intruders.
Go, go, go.
Go, go, go go, go, go!
Mac, Vickers, cover us on go.
Ready?
Go!
Cap!
There she is.
You want to go first?
No.
Final positions.
Go.
Duck!
Coming through.
Hold!
Now!
Michael, can you hear me?
Dimitri, do you copy me?
You ought to read more.
On pause.
Race ya.
Baseball.
All right, guys.
Mac and I are going in.
Go, go, go, go!
Drop the gun, Lukash.
All right.
Drop it now.
OK.
OK.
Just... just relax.
Get your hands in the air, slowly.
As the poet says, so sweet to live...
magnificent to die.
Mac!
The bullets in the vest.
I'm all right.
Let's get this son of a bitch.
Hurry, Vick. You got to breathe.
Cap? Vic's been hit.
All right.
Do what you can.
As soon as the Russians
that we're on the Kursk.
Breathe.
Cap, we're not going to make it.
We're not going to make it.
You got to do this without us.
I got to stay with him.
Well, get it through that missile too.
All right, boys,.
Do a compartment search.
We've got intruders in the VLS tubes.
Take me to a full stop.
Bring me to missile launching depth.
We'll launch number one as
soon as power up is complete.
Breathe. Come on.
Your mom's going to be real
pissed I don't get you home.
Come on, breathe.
Mac, upper level.
Everyone else take your positions.
Go.
Hey, Captain.
I've got good news and bad news.
The good news, is there's a
squad of special forces up there.
Gotta be Delta boys.
Weren't both of your sons in that outfit?
The bad news is,
I just dropped their leader.
Nah, they wouldn't send your son.
Then again, you never know.
Lukash, that's a load
of crap and you know it.
I don't know that is back
aft, but it's not my boy.
If it was him, you'd be a dead man.
Excuse me.
Lang the younger,
sorry about that screw up
we're doing back there.
Now, because of that,
thousands and thousands and thousands
of people are going to die.
Winger?
Lukash.
One, two, and three are online.
We'll have launch
capability on number one
in plus or minus two and a half minutes.
Beautiful.
Listen, there's been a
slight change in plans.
I want you to reprogramm
Merv on number three
for St. Petersburg.
After that bullshit at Yeramin, it looks
like the world needs a little lesson.
They're not calling my bluff.
So long, St. Pete's.
It's got to be similar to overriding
the primary firing system.
This thing would be my guess, but I'm
not familiar with this system.
Do your best, Sergeant.
Jesus.
Make it happen.
No, hold your fire.
I might need them later.
Well, listen, just don't stand there
with your dick in your hands.
Go get him and bring him back here.
"Full fathom five, your father lies.
Of his bones are coral made."
Now, loosely translated,
that means you move against my boat
or my men, and I will
spray daddy's teeth, hair,
and eyes all over the bulkhead.
Let's get something straight, Lukash,
you're the dead man here.
I'd love to chat with you, Lukash,
but I'm a little busy right now.
Well, why don't you relax?
Because number one flies in 75 seconds
and there's not a goddamn
thing you can do about it.
Good god.
There's not even enough
time for them to evacuate.
You're both forgetting one thing...
Delta.
What if they've been killed or captured?
No chance.
We're stationed at fighting depth, sir.
Door is open.
"Fan-fucking-tastic."
It's showtime.
Could be a trick.
It's not.
On three.
1, 2, 3.
You haven't called me
that since I was a kid.
Artillery fire control,
should be back this way.
Good bye.
Launch enabling key, Michael.
What's wrong?
There's no ignition.
There's no problem here.
Navy people know about these things.
Well, if I'd got into the Navy,
I wouldn't be here right now.
The must have removed the firing trigger.
Well, can we override it?
Without the firing
trigger, the only chance
we have of overriding is
to destroy the console
in the VLS compartment.
You stay on this panel.
As soon as you get a green, you launch.
This is Lukash.
Everyone, seal off the VLS
console compartment now.
How's your mom and Annie?
They're fine.
Sailed on to Anchorage.
Mike, your people have
done a great job up to now,
but we're still skating on thin ice.
Lukash gets a hold of this
console and destroys it,
fire control reverts to the bridge.
You've got to defend
this piece of equipment.
I'll be up on the catwalk.
Perimeter defense, move.
Suna, what do we got?
Nothing, sir.
If the Kursk is within
range of our sensors,
it's either drifting or
running too quiet to detect
with our passive equipment.
Go!
Get your heads and asses wired together.
Now, let's go!
Use the active system.
But, sir...
Yes, I know the danger, Dimitri.
Attention all stations,
we are going active.
We are going active.
You all right, dad?
Yeah, he's just fine for
the present time, sonny boy.
You don't put those
weapons down right now,
I'm going to give him a tracheotomy.
Michael, don't worry about me.
Shoot this bastard!
Drop them.
Very good.
You're so stupid.
I need him.
I don't need you.
Michael!
Michael?
My god, son, are you all right?
I'm fine.
Let's get to the COM.
Wait, wait.
I don't who that is pinging us
with sonar, but they're close.
Go easy.
Clear!
Clear!
Michael, there's two of them
in there... port and starboard
side of the scopes.
Both got Uzis.
Hutch, Lombardi, take him out.
Mac, sweep out, both sides.
Check all compartments.
Cap, it seems we still
got a few stragglers.
Got us forward, Michael, let's go.
Thanks for that, boy.
Well done.
Clear!
Clear!
Captain, I have a faint contact
bearing, two, nine, three.
Not strong enough for accurate ranging.
Fire control,
make ready tubes one and three.
Sergeant McKinney, United States Army.
Captain Lazarev.
This is my boat.
Captain Lazarev, it's an honor, sir.
Come with me.
We're going to get you your boat back.
Da.
This is Hutch. Maneuvering room is clear.
Scuttle, scuttle, little roach.
How you run when I approach.
Captain?
This is Captain Lazarev.
It's an honor, sir.
Thank you for taking back my boat.
It was a pleasure.
Mac, let's go.
Captain Lazarev...
Anatoly Lazarev?
Captain Halsey Lang, no?
1978, under the Aegis.
It was me pinging you.
And in 1981, I spent three very
frustrating weeks chasing you
through the Baltic approaches,
captain.
You know this Russian radar
a lot better than I do.
Are we in range of their active array?
Captain, it would be an honor
if you would take the com,
please, and I'll take this over.
Captain, what's the range of
your underwater telephone?
Depends on the type of submarine.
But give or take, 3,000 meters.
Single contact, bearing one, one, three.
Range... 18,000 meters.
I see it.
I've got no control over power.
What the hell's happening
in the engine room?
He's overriding you.
Lukash, you son of a bitch.
God dammit!
He's cut the power.
Petition the Lord with prayer.
All bribing with gold.
For I am Lord now.
And nuclear winters are cold.
Increased flat noise bearing
two, nine, three.
Range... 18,000 meters.
Twin screws.
It must be the Kursk.
That sonar bearing.
We have a match.
Fire 1 and 3.
High speed cruise in the
water, bearing one, one, three.
Range... 17,800 meters.
Two torpedoes.
Bearing one, one, six.
Range... 15,000 meters.
Come on!
Let's get down.
Lukash is dead.
Talk to me.
I got ya.
That's it?
All right, boys.
I'm coming back.
Torpedoes range 8,000 meters,
and close at 50 knots.
Monitor and standby.
Michael and Akeem,
you guys may have given us
a fighting chance here.
Can you get us out of this mess?
I'll do my damnedest.
Captain?
Cycle range still powered up?
Da.
Bearing on it's own?
Zero at six and holding.
Keep an eye on it.
Blanes, hold your depth.
Helm, come right... zero, eight, six.
Now monitor the screen.
Captain, how's your Morse?
It's all right.
Good.
Let's go active.
I want to ping a message to that sub.
Kursk changing course, sir.
Heading straight for us.
Sir, that's Morse code.
Could be a trick.
Then why haven't they fired, sir?
They've had the chance.
Torpedoes have just gone active.
Range... 2,500 meters.
You're cutting it pretty close.
Yeah, that's the idea, son.
1,900 meters.
20 degrees down bubble.
20 degrees down bubble.
Easy.
The Kursk is diving, sir.
Course unchanged.
Has the Kursk flooded any
tubes, or opened outer doors?
Negative, sir.
Make ready tubes, two and four.
Slight elevation angle on torpedo one.
That means two, still locked.
Polarize on the planes.
Helm hard approach.
With counter measures.
Captain Lazarev,
start with counter measures.
Counter measures ready.
Strike for the counter measure.
It will be closed.
All hands, brace for impact.
Gents, we need to make a
statement of intent here.
Captain, let's blow all tanks.
The Kursk has blown her tank, sir.
She's going to the surface.
Close all the torpedo doors.
Take us to periscope depth.
Yes, sir.
Close torpedo doors.
Michael, congratulations to you
and your men.
Job well done, captain.
Thank you, sir.
By the way, there's someone here
who'd like to speak with you.
Admiral?
You didn't expect anything less out
of my son and his team, did you?
Halsey, old salt.
Good to hear your voice.
Norm, can you get word to Ruth
and Annie that we're both OK?
It would be my pleasure, Halsey.
Mike, we've been in
contact with Port Yeramin.
Sergeant Spars and Sergeant
Vickers is gonna pull through.
That's great news, Admiral.
Please give him our best.
Lang out.
Gentlemen, hospitality?
A little Russian cure for stress?
To Delta force,
You know there's something
else I'd like to drink to?
You, son.
Family.