Submarines (2003) - full transcript
Having seized a Soviet nuclear submarine, the terrorist group's general Sajid Khan sail to the coasts of California decided to raze Los Angeles with a rain of nuclear missiles. American intelligence services are, however, on alert and the Admiralty Majesty instructs the submarine to intercept the enemy and prevent the threat before it happens the irreparable. The mission is entrusted to the Captain William Arlington, who, though fallen foul of a court martial incident spent at sea, has the necessary qualities of courage and determination to handle such situations.
Engineering, checkauxiliary and related gear.
Run diagnostic to
confirm achieving
5,000 pound status-- over.
Aye, sir.
Engineering reporting,
commencing diagnostic
in six minutes-- over.
Very good.
Engineering-- 5,000 poundstatus achieved-- over.
Very good.
Thank you-- over.
Bye, sir.
Captain on deck--
Captain, sonarcontact-- the American sub
is still on direct
heading towards us, sir.
Contact is imminent
starboard side.
Captain,
what are your orders?
Captain!
Dmitry, verify
depth and ..
Ready ahead.
Captain,
contact in 20 seconds!
15 seconds!
, Captain.
- Contact!
- From where?
For you, Koba--
Russian paperclip mines.
There's business cards.
They were too good to
pass up at the price.
That's what worries me.
Open it.
It's just I can still feelthat old thorn in my side.
What?
I'm fucking cold.
Come on.
Show some sack, buddy.
Anything?
Negative.
Either we lost him, or thebatteries are finally dead.
Nah, he's in there.
I vote we lost him, OK?
Koba's gonna know we
tampered with the mines.
He's gonna know we're out here.
Koba always knows.
$250,000 US for the whole lot?
Da.
How drunk were the
fucking Russians?
Remote-- stand back.
OK, merry Christmas Cap--
we have ourselves a testarming on the 10th floor.
Good work, Zhukov.
I guess the Russians
need ..
There could be
100 guys in there.
There's the dead Russian.
Dead Russian's got
less than 100 rounds--
not great.
What do you say?
Well I'm in.
Get up.
Then let's kill this sonof a bitch and go home.
Have the men check in again.
Three four-- check in.
Check in!
Where the hell is he?
Come on.
Cap, they're gone.
Check your six!
Pull the fuck out, now!
Stand back, god damn--
Yes!
One for the bad guys.
Watch your step.
Only half the mines are lit.
Thompson, find us a way out.
CO Harrison, life's
resilient cockroach--
Too many mines--
can't get a lock.
Tracker's overloaded--
too many mines.
Koba, I will bring
this whole fucking
building down around us.
Back your men off!
And I'm the one portrayedas a lunatic on CNN?
Go ahead.
Bring it down.
The exit's right behind you.
Oh yeah--
Cap, follow me!
I'll clear the way.
Finish it, Zhukov.
Come on!
Make it look good.
Cheap ass gun--
Zhukov-- cut him, Zhukov!
Cut him good.
Give me some good body blows.
Zhukov, see if you canget a shot of hi kneeling
at some point.
Bring him back in
the light, damn it!
Get him!
Kill him, Zhukov!
Kill him!
Yes!
Zhukov, take him!
Good!
Get him now-- now!
Bring it, queer bait.
Come on.
Get up, Zhukov!
What's wrong with you?
Cap, this is clear.
Whoops, almost forgot those.
Thompson!
Oh, this is good stuff.
You look fantastic.
The mines were too cheap.
I shouldn't have
brought them to you.
Not at all--
we got rid of that cocksucker.
Here, send this out immediately.
We can make Wolf
Blitzer by next week.
This is JohnStanley for "National News."
It's another bad
year for the US Navy.
The maiden voyage
of the USS Manta,
America's newest
nuclear submarine,
has ended in embarrassment.
Like the Green Bill beforeit, the Manta's collision
with a Russian submarine
on joint maneuvers
has brought its Captain, William Arlington, under fire.
The Manta will return tothe San Diego Naval Shipyard
for repairs later this week.
The damage lies
below the water line,
and that's just where theNavy wants to keep it.
Captain Arlington will face acourt martial upon his return.
That's why they put the
JAG officer on the ship.
Because, with an accident likethat, I mean what do you-- sir.
Yeah, the meltdown's coming.
Put a lid on that, shithead.
Arlington doesn't melt down.
Captain Crunch?
Captain Crunch-- now
that's pretty funny.
Now where'd you hear that?
Oh, it's coming from JAGOfficer Heather Mitchell.
She started it.
Pretty damn funnycoming from a JAG officer,
but coming from you
it's a death sentence.
Oh come on, man.
Look, you listen.
And you listen good.
You respect the Captain, andyou wash that talk no matter
how many subs the old man hits.
Come on.
Captain Crunch--
Sir--
Captain on deck!
You do your homework, Sims?
Sorry, the wicked witch
has been on me all day.
But Deere still
says that he made
positive contact
with the Russian sub
before you even gave the order.
The Russians are
still really pissed.
They haven't given us shit--
anything to work with, sir.
But you know my vote.
The gear is faulty.
You're my great
white hope, Sims.
Well it's a good thing
I'm white then huh, sir?
I'm honored.
Carry on.
Captain, we were
just talking about you.
I have no doubt about that.
Sims has been veryuseful with the sonar logs.
You got a good man there.
Yeah, I know that.
Is that really what the two ofyou have been talking about,
how helpful Sims has been?
Yeah, yeah.
And take care of that fallkit while you're at it.
OK, Sims is stuffing so manystolen documents under his seat
he's grown a foot.
He wants to help you, fine.
But I just feel
like he's wasting
the boat's time right now.
So now he can't assist me.
One piece--
I ask that you just getthis boat home in one piece
before the enemy or the
media take it apart.
And I'll help you out
of the hole you're in.
You got to hide
your shovel first.
The new one--
Captain Crunch-- it's good.
The crew says you
came up with it.
I think Captain Crunch
is pretty damn funny,
but it's not mine.
It's bad enough
you've taken my command.
At least leave me my reputation.
Home in one piece--
I can do that quietly.
Or I can do it publicly
in front of the crew.
But it'll get done, Captain.
Thanks-- thanks for allthe help on that one, Greg.
Well I am trying, Bill.
You know, we're all
on thin ice here.
No, I'm the one
who's on thin ice.
What you're on is a fence.
It's different.
You know, the comment
didn't come from her.
It came from some kid
in Forward Torpedo--
Shithead Talbot.
She chewed him out for it.
Looks like your grapevine isfaultier than your new sonar.
Quiet-- hey, you shouldn't besmoking that at your station.
It's not my station.
Seal or Marine?
I walk upright.
I must be a Seal--
John Harrison.
Heather Mitchell-- where'sthe crewman that's supposed
to be at the station?
Ah, he always takes offright after they check on him.
That's why I come here.
It's the quietest
spot on the boat.
Why
don't you report him?
Because I get to smoke.
Well, it looks like
I'm taking your spot.
Hm, it's not mine.
It's familiar, that's all.
I worked Tomahawks
for two years--
as you said, quiet.
I'm sick of busting
people today.
See any action?
What?
On Tomahawk duty--
Oh, two years of drills--
but I've heard every big
dick joke in the world.
Know any good ones?
Since you're here, let'stalk about the accident.
Did you detect any shifts inthe boat's direction beforehand?
I wasn't here.
I'm just hitching a ride back.
I don't know exactly
what happened.
This boat looks worse than me.
What was your assignment?
Bite me.
Looks like you're JAG.
You ought to know you
can't ask me that.
Ah yeah, JAG Officer Mitchell--
are you gonna crucify
Arlington or what?
I'm not here to crucify him.
And I thought you didn't doanything about the accident.
It was an expensive
fender bender.
My rifle's all
banged up to shit.
I don't give a rat's ass.
Nobody got hurt.
He's a good captain.
Why don't you leave
him the fuck alone?
Just an opinion, Lieutenant.
Tomahawk boy will
be back in a minute.
Should I be
fishing here, Yuri?
Am I the captain
of a trawler, huh?
One more minute, sir.
We need to draw freshair into the entire boat.
Am I on the wrong ship?
Put out that damn cigarette!
Just one more thing,
and we'll be ready.
What now?
There is no report
from the lookout, sir.
Sonar--
You blind bastard!
What do you see?
Peace and quiet.
Masks now-- put them on!
Do as I say.
Gas!
Gas!
All clear.
Excellent work, comrade--
well worth the money.
- Thank you, General.
The Navy should have
paid us this month.
But no matter--
I'm now the richest
man on the boat.
Yes, you were.
Stop, stop!
You call those low
velocity bullets?
Kill half the crew.
The Russian crew?
Yes, before they wake.
Keep only the ones we need.
Record everything.
And as for the third tanker--
time for six more months
of high oil prices.
Thanks.
He still thinks we'rerigged for silent running.
I hear he sleeps
in the mini sub.
Oh yeah?
Yeah.
And I hear he has good hearing.
And he got a real knife, too.
So be quiet and chew your food.
So Dick, I hear the Proteustorpedoes are up and running.
They're up.
For how long?
I don't know.
Do anything work on this boat?
It's the Navy's flagship.
The flag works just fine.
Engines are great.
I swear engineeringTukachevsky here is praying
for a vapor leak.
Not on my boat.
Pray for something else.
This reactor's like a
child proof safety cap.
I swear the Navy doesn't
trust me inside it.
It's a reactor, dumb-ass.
You shouldn't got inside of it.
- Can I talk to you, sir?- Three tankers?
Yes sir.
Excuse me-- flash graphictransmission from NAV-CON.
Just call me when
you're ready, Captain.
As you were.
Anybody needs me, I'll
be in the mini sub--
sleeping.
Terrorism
strikes home again,
this time on the high seas.
The Alaskan gulf is in
flames this afternoon
after the latest
of three tankers
explodes and sinks inAmerica's busiest oil route.
The Navy is searching for asub, possibly of Russian origin.
The Russians are
denying any involvement,
instead pointing toward BinLaden's Al Qaeda organization.
They are pinging the shitout of the Alaskan bottom.
They haven't found a thing.
What its designation?
The Inferno-- they're
sending over a file now.
Koba-- isn't he the onethat worked with Hezbollah?
I never heard of him.
We should be in on this.
With that hole in our side?
Besides, they're
500 miles south.
They'll have him before
we could get there.
I'm sitting on a bench again.
Proteus stealth torpedo--
a million dollar one shotweapon with a five mile
underwater range and
its own personal sonar--
fuck, by.
Might as well be
the sub's mascot--
Toledo?
Yes sir.
Christ, they got a
bridge on this boat
the size of a
casino's first floor.
We're working in a rubber.
Yes sir.
Rule number one--
don't fuck with the tube.
Don't.
That's what the
auto-loader's for.
Rule number two-- keep
the torpedoes working,
which ain't easy with theauto-load always fucking up.
Yes sir.
And speaking of
rules, gentlemen,
it seems that there
is a new nickname
floating around the boat.
I just hate nicknames.
And you know how I
feel about the captain.
So if I find anyone tarnishingthat fine man's reputation,
I'll load you in
the tube myself.
Chief-- how long?
- 20 minutes.
- 20 minutes?
20 minutes.
Did you check the gear?
Captain, you got a minute?
What do you got, Sims?
Equipment problem-- sonar'strying to lock up on something,
moving fast, boat fast and deep.
But the signal's like a ghost.
The sonar's arguing with itself.
I think the computer's
finally fritzed, sir.
See, it thinks it's
tracking an Akula.
But, well, it's thin,
sir, like an echo.
I can't really tell
with all the noise,
and it's coming from
the side of our boat--
not without submerging.
The wicked witch will
blow a hatch if we dive.
Might be worth it, though, ifwe find out the gear's faulty.
But she'll never let us do it.
Do what?
Submerge-- a sonar test.
Sonar test?
I'm coming off that fence, Bill.- Yeah, it's about time you--
Yeah, I'm on the other side.
Do not do this.
You know we're supposedto remain topside until we
dry dock.
This is important.
Important?
My son is four
months old, and we've
been at sea for six, Captain.
I mean all I've held in myarms is a fucking video tape.
And I am not sinking
my career on this boat.
I will not back you on this.
It's nice to see you're
developing a spine.
Mr. Lee, submerge the boat.
Let's taker her down to 300.
Aye-aye, sir.
Flames down five degrees.
Flames down, five degrees--
Your poor eye.
With the money, we'll
buy you a new one.
Or maybe I'll just
give you mine.
Hey, it's good to
be on the sub again.
Even in that uniform?
Especially in this uniform--
serves the Russian Navy rightfor putting me in prison.
I was a good officer.
Your old captain
didn't think so.
Then he should have
been more careful.
With the damn
camera, we'll never be
able to show our faces again.
Fine with me.
Please Zhukov, I'llfollow you anywhere as long
as I know where we are going.
I don't ask questions.
Do you know where
he is taking us?
Yes.
Yes, Koba's the one man
who is worth my word.
I'm sorry.
It'll be fine.
I am not Osama bin Ladenor Carlos the Jackal.
I am not Saddam.
I am Koba.
I am the man who does allthe real work for them.
And what I have in store foryou will make all those efforts
pale by comparison.
I make this record so you willknow it was Koba that beat you.
General--
A service contact
far behind us--
something strange.
Not strange at all--
it's diving.
It's a sub.
Why wasn't I informed?
No, sir, these
signatures are wrong--
more like a freighter, too much weight for a sub.
If it's a freighter, it's sinking at 20 knots.
We thought it
was a surface ship.
Clearing up-- it's
fading again, sir.
This doesn't make any sense.
I thought it was a--
I made a mistake.
What do you want me to do?
Can it hear us?
Doubtful with the stealth,, but it's open
pretty wide for speed.
Slow the boat.
Better the.
Slow the boat.
Better the.
See if he follows us.
Bring us right 20 degrees.
Come in, Sitar.
Right 20 degrees--
20 degrees.
It's gone-- a ghost.
The gear's crap, sir.
It has to be.
The noise from our side'sstill clogging up the works.
Let's make sure, shall we?
All stop.
Aye-aye, sir-- all stop.
Contact is slowing.
Should we turn to attack?
We have more important
things than engaging
this contact, whatever it is.
Are his tubes open?
Yes, I think.
Turbulence-- I think
his tubes are open.
Are you sure?
Yes, his tubes are open.
Bring us around.
Come in, Sitar--
right 20 degrees.
20 degrees-- affirmative.
Find a targeting solution.
Solution-- affirmative.
Gone, sir--
I never thought I'd be sohappy to find a problem.
See, XL?
It's not so bad.
Underwater?
Are we underwater, Captain?
We are chasing a
ghost, Lieutenant.
The sonar is officially fritzed.
I thought I just haddinner with a reasonable man.
You've left the surface
without consulting me.
You had express
orders not to do that.
I showed you courtesy
back there, Captain.
I shouldn't have.
I'm taking this boat beforeyou hit anything else.
We have a solution.
Fire tubes one and two.
Fire!
Not one more scratch--
I hereby relieve--
Caught on sonar, two contactsin the water-- torpedoes
bearing 271 degrees, sir.
From where?
Out of nowhere, sir.
Nowhere?
Sims, you casing more phantoms?
Countermeasures, now.
Mr. Lee, take us to 243degrees, down 20 on the planes.
Aye-aye, sir-- planes
down five degrees.
Planes down 5 degrees--
General quarters, general quarters--
this is not a drill.
Repeat-- this is not a drill.
500 meters--
300 meters
Call out!
Alito, sir!
Talbot, sir!
Damage report--
We just lost the top
of the counting tower.
All surface
communications are dead.
My god--
Davis!
Torpedo!
Get the!
Toledo!
Yes, sir!
Now fill that leak!
Com, this is Torpedo!
Com, this is Torpedo!
Shit!
Com's dead.
Flooding between here
and forward torpedo.
The crew is closing off
the damaged areas, sir.
Can we fire?
On what?
And we just lost contact withthe port side torpedo room.
Destroyed?
Don't know-- the crew'strying to reach them now, sir.
We're losing the bogey fast.
Push the reactor to 105 %.
Sir, we cannot reach
them in this condition.
Then we need to slow him down.
We need to shoot back.
Get him off my bridge.
It's not your bridge.
We need help reaching
port side torpedoes.
Come with me.
Is it dead?
Is it dead?
It's crippled badly
and not returning fire.
Range--
We are at the edge oftheir torpedo range, sir.
They know we're here now.
Turn us around.
Resume on course to finalobjective and increase speed.
We've lost critical time.
The is shot.
We need to wire a patch.
It's not moving.
That's Morse code.
I know.
I'm a Seal.
Somebody's on the ball.
Morse code-- we're under attack!
Oh yeah, I kicked it's ass.
Oh, fuck!
Toledo, how's that torpedo!
Ready to go, sir!
Orders to fire?
I don't know yet.
Caught on sonar--
I've got the phantom again.He's pulling away fast.
Engine room status?
Fine, sir.
I can give you full power.
Pushing what, Captain?
The sub's a barn door
with all that damage.
Go to 100 %.
Aye, sir.
Give
me a hand here.
Right away.
Yes, sir.
The water's rising!
What do we do?
Our job-- we're dumping
this thing in the water.
I'm raising the loader.
Get us a torpedo.
You need to get atorpedo in the water now.
Captain needs it now!
It's almost there.
It's jammed.
Get it off him!
Get it off him!
We're losing him.
Engine room, what
else can you give me?
Another
5 %, or I could get
out and push it faster, sir.
We need that thing the tube!
Lift it!
1, 2, 3-- one more time!
1, 2--
We're out of their
torpedo range, sir.
Prepare to come
about 183 degrees.
I got it.
Big dick-- yeah, your nickname--
Big Dick Owens.
That's enough of that, seaman.
Strong enough to laughis strong enough to work.
You just gonna lie there, boy?
No, sir.
Then let's do this.
1, 2, 3--
Torpedo room con,
what's your status?
Come on, you lazy assholes.
Your life's on the line!
Arlington needs this pieceof shit in the water now!
One up, ready to fire!
One up, ready to fire, sir.
Ready to fire, Captain.
Fire.
Goodbye, assholes.
Contact in the
water-- torpedo.
Torpedo!
At this range?
Let it burn out.
General, it sounds different.
Evasive countermeasures now!
Direct hit, sir!
Tell Owens to get
another one ready.
Good work, Sailor.
I got a new nickname for you--
The Terminator.
How's it holding.
Fine, sir-- running
hot, but fine.
Good girl.
Captain, target's
hit and slowing,
but it isn't destroyed.
I think it's got moresurprises than just stealth.
Yeah, it is holding, but
it rang us like a drum.
There has been some
shock damage to the--
Bridge, this
is the engine room--
some damage to reactor.
We've got to slow the boat.
Negative.
We will explode, Koba.
Make revolutions for
20 knots-- no slowing.
Zhukov, it's time.
Use the specials.
Yes, sir.
Caught on sonar, two
contacts in the water,
rear firing torpedoes.
Maneuvering is dead.
We cannot evade them.
Blow the tanks.
Put us on the bottom.
- We'll implode.
- You got a better idea?
Sink the boat.
We're clear.
Let's get number two ready.
Yes, sir!
Oh!
We just lost the front end.
Owens and his crew.
Still sinking fast, sir.
Departmentsare not responding, sir.
They're gone.
Just get the hell out.
Passing 700-- the
pumps are quitting.
Three minutes till wefold, two with the damage.
We need 10 % more than we've got.
Lieutenant Mitchell, isthat Seal still with you?
Here, sir.
We're sinking fast.
We're on the losing
end of the curve.
How much lift can thatmini sub of yours give us?
We'll sure as hell find out.
Passing 900--
1,000--
1,200-- come on, come on.
Float, fucker.
1,500--
It's really close.
It's trying to level out.
Mr. Lee, ready on
the forward planes.
Forward planes ready.
1,600--
Now Mr. Lee,
planes up 20 degrees.
It's leveling off.
Engine room, full power!
We're gonna make it.
Yeah!
Touchdown, baby-- yeah!
I knew it!
Yeah baby, yeah!
Mind that panel.
Mind that panel.
Level her off at 300, Mr. Lee.
- Aye-aye, sir.
- Chief!
Sir?
Have that Seal meet
me in my quarters.
Aye, sir.
We are still here.
Are we?
Take a look at
their faces, Zhukov.
See?
They know we are wounded.
Koba's paying us
to deal with it.
The dead can't
spend money, darling.
And I hope he's notselling this sub to get it.
It's worth little now.
He's not selling it.
Then what?
What is our final objective?
Tell me, please.
Where is Koba taking us?
Into history.
General, a word.
It had better be good.
It isn't.
The Russian crew--
I know what mutiny looks
like when it starts.
Really?
I've seen or harder
faces on whores--
the pussies.
We kicked their asses in
Afghanistan, remember?
It will get worse.
They know we have wounded.
What happened, Zhukov?
You used to be a brave man.
Let me remind you how we foughtfor other men's reputations.
And all the wounds we've
ever have healed over.
Like we've never existed.
And if we all die, whowill give us our credit then?
This proof the world can'tdeny, proof that we beat them.
Because the wound we inflictthis time will never heal.
Are you afraid of death, Zhukov?
It's that woman, isn't it?
Isn't it?
Clouding your
judgment-- we are to be
written into the book of Allah.
Maybe I should find someoneelse to do your job.
You'll get it back when
I can trust you again.
You wanted to see me?
Yes, come in.
Leave us.
You just struck the lastloyal man on this boat, Koba.
I just reminded
Zhukov of his place.
Need I remind you of yours?
My place depends on
where we are going.
I think I can tell you now.
Los Angeles
Those are missile keys.
Yes, default cruise missiles--
look here, too.
All within range of
less than an hour
with cities full of peoplewho will be remembered.
Zhukov will know about this.
Zhukov-- you've come betweenZhukov and his loyalty for me.
My place is with him.
That's my problem.
Yes.
I need your help.
Yes, sir.
Dumb fucking Russian.
Zhukov--
Yes.
Into the missile
room immediately.
The Captain's got an
idea to catch the Akula.
This is what he wants.
Holy shit.
I guess you get
what you pray for.
How childproof is
the childproof cap?
How important is it?
I mean, do you know whatthat will do to the boat?
That's the idea.
Look, I know, but it's dirty--
Russian dirty.
Will that give us enoughpower to catch the Akula?
XO, that'll give you enoughpower to travel back in time.
Enter.
Captain-- oh,
you've got some sauce.
Here, I'll find you a glass.
So what's the latest?
Well, we're maintaining
speed with the bogey.
What stealth she had cameoff when the torpedo hit.
I'm lined up on her, but
I've got no way to fire.
Who is she?
Well I've got my theories, ofcourse nothing to back them up.
I think it's
Inferno, the same sub
that the entire Pacific fleetis searching for 1,000 miles
north of here.
So why am I here?
The Manta is the last
weapon that I have.
Engineering can push
the reactor to 120 %.
That'll give us five minutes.
If we don't catch that bogeyby then, our explosion will.
My condolences on your men.
Trust me, right now
I know how you feel.
Halo Joe-- he carried
this huge RPK machine
gun he called the Dead Russian.
Dead Russian--
Yeah, that's who
he took it off of.
So who are we up against?
OK, we both know the Manta hasone more smart weapon left.
I've been sleeping in it.
I can't ask you to do this.
Captain, I may be wrong
about the identity
of the guy we're up against.
Hell, I could be wrong
about a lot of things.
But can we take that chance?
This bogey-- it's got stealth, rear firing torpedo tubes.
It's not standard.
And it's trying real hard toget close to the coastline
of California.
Missiles are on a cooler?
That's an attack boat.
An attack boat with
a lot of surprises--
our only real chance is you.
The alternative is the
Manta and her crew.
This decision has to be yours.
Oh, I'll do it.
Just one thing--
I need your sonar
man's time rewiring
the mini sub, something
special and that's it.
You got it.
Look, I could still
be wrong about this.
You're not.
She died afraid.
She came to tell
me about the mutiny.
I wouldn't listen.
And then he overheard
us and drew his weapon.
She tried to save me.
She said it was what
you would have done.
Would I?
What do you think, I did it?
Zhukov, I'll prove it--
all on tape, right from there.
I warn you, she
did not die well.
Here, look for yourself.
Engineering reports reactoroutput now at 98 %, steam
pressure holding it steady.
Hey, back to your own station.
The mutiny, it's started.
Zhukov, get me within
500 miles of the coast.
Kill them all.
Kill them for her!
Oh, fucking great.
,, An attemptedmutiny up here--
it's time.
Kill the non-essentials
among the crew.
Join us up here.
We can use the help.
Yes, Koba.
Remember that thing
I said we'd never do?
Yes?
That thing we're
not supposed to do?
- Yeah.
- We're doing it.
Whoa.
Chambers, can I have a minute?
Not now, Lieutenant.
I'm trying to restore
topside communications.
That's what you want, isn't it?
What I want is for youto explain something to me.
We both know the
Manta is finished.
I doubt we could make it backto port if we were towed.
Yet Tukachevsky's taking thesafeties off the reactor.
The Navy's a bitch, ain't it?
Listen to me.
I believe that Arlington's aboutto make the second greatest
mistake of his career.
And I think you're
helping him do it.
He is my captain,
and I am the XO.
That might not mean much to you, but it means something to me.
Look, whatever that
enemy sub is, we are
in no condition to engage it.
And Arlington has nothingto lose, but you do.
What are you implying?
You have a son, right?
I have a son I've never seen.
I'm sorry.
That must be very hard for you.
But tell me something, Chambers.
How do you want to come hometo your son, as an officer
or as an accessory
in a court martial?
You think I'm worried
about a court martial?
My wife and kid
live in San Diego.
And if the captain's right, andwe let the Inferno get away,
they might not be there
for me to return to.
You don't even know
that would be a target.
I think you're just too afraidto stand up to Arlington.
You're the XO of
this boat, Chambers.
You know you can stop him.
The one thing I do know is, if I ever do get to see my son,
fucking over my captain willmake a lousy bedtime story.
You're making a big
mistake, Chambers.
The only mistake I made wasstopping and listening to you.
We're all here, sir.
OK, It's safe to say we'venever done this before.
We've slowed for repairs, sowe're falling behind the Akula.
We need to give the mini
sub in our hull a boost.
So stand the hell
back, gentlemen.
- Yes, sir.
- We're on it, sir.
You got it.
Captain, we need to
have a little chat.
I don't have time for a
little chat, Lieutenant.
I've got a job to do.
Let me guess.
I've done something wrong.
No, but you're about to.
Pushing the reactor--
there's no way in hell
I'm going to let you do that.
Listen to me.
That sub about there is Inferno, and its nuclear capable.
So what if it is?
Even Inferno can
outrun a radio wave.
If we get topside
communications restored,
we can report the positionof the enemy so that--
So that the Navy can
send reinforcements.
No, look around you Lieutenant.
We're alone out here.
It's just us and Inferno.
We're the lone gunmen.
We're it.
But you still
don't know it's him.
I've been sniffing Akula'sasses my entire career.
Most of the time, we justmonitor each other's movements.
This one's on a serious clock.
It's him.
And what if you're wrong?
We are here in this
mess in the first place,
because you made a mistake.
No, a mistake was made.
And something or somebodyon or off this boat
is lying about it.
The sonar's lying?
That gear's better than
the stealth on the sub
we're chasing.
The sonar's not at
fault, never was.
You're right.
The sonar's not faulty.
And I hate to admit it, butI did not make that mistake.
I've seen the logs.
We've all seen them.
I know I hit that sub.
I was there, Lieutenant.
But it wasn't my mistake.
It's not my fault.
You were the only
weak link in that chain.
Weak link-- what
about the Russians?
They've hit their share of subs.
What, they suddenly
stopped lying
now that the Cold War is over?
So now it's the
Russians fault. What
about Flipper, Mr. Limpet?
It sure as hell wasn't mine.
If it was, if you're rightand it was my mistake,
then I've dragged the crew intothis trying to prove it wasn't.
And the bitch of it
is I'll never know
where that mistake was made.
I'm truly sorry.
But you still can't do this.
Don't kill your crew on a hunch.
I don't want to kill the crew.
I'd go out there
in a wetsuit with
a harpoon gun if I thoughtit would do any good,
but it won't.
Leave the reactor alone.
I can't.
I'm sending Harrison out first.
I need to push thereactor to get him there.
Can we at least agree on that?
One man is an acceptable risk.
So you agree
that the enemy sub
might have nuclear capability.
It's possible, enough to riskone man but not the whole crew.
I need to kill that sub now.
I only think it's worth oneman Agree to that at least.
He keeps closing and closing, even with no way to fire.
I should have hired him.
The rest of the AmericanNavy is pissing in the wind.
Dumb fucking Russians--
Slow down, kid.
Yeah.
Arlington has a lot
of confidence in you.
That is one thing
that I'm sure of.
Concentrate on that-- or not.
Look, he really trusts you.
There's something I never had.
My commanding officers-- hell, my whole fucking life I've just
been get benched for swearing.
Never looked real good on paper.
See, that's just it.
I always have--
tests, simulations.
I could always makemyself look good on paper.
Can you keep a secret?
Where I'm going, kid, your secret's safer with me
than it is with yourself.
Captain's innocent.
That's the secret
I'm taking to my grave?
You'll find the
problem with the sonar.
I am the problem
with the sonar, sir.
Stupid-- that test
with the Russians
was my first taste of real fear.
I felt like an air trafficcontroller at Heathrow.
Yeah, under pressure--
All those subs and ships allswirling around in the water--
Yeah, the next
thing you know--
And after that, the worseit got for the captain,
the more scared I got.
So I made it look good
for myself on paper.
That's definitely a
secret for Valhalla.
Two of those are missing.
I've made mistakes.
I've made mistakes.
I can't go back, because thedead are blocking the way.
What you were talkingabout, that's reputation--
yours, his.
Look around you.
You really think any
of that matters now?
Whatever happens,
you let him know.
A man like that should know.
And you tell him yourself beforehe finds out some other way.
And get the fuck back to work.
Captain on deck.
Engineering, status--
You'llhave what you asked for.
Just one request--
Yes, Chief.
If I don'tmake it, tell all the people
I owe money to to fuck off.
Will do, Chief.
Topside communications?
Still running
patches on the inside--
doesn't look good.
You're insane, Arlington.
I didn't agree to this.
Going to 120 % will be
an underwater mushroom
cloud in five minutes.
That gives Harrison
four minutes and change.
Chambers, don't let him do this
Captain, I cannot allow--
I did it, Greg.
I hit that Russian sub.
I know that now.
I'm sorry I got you into this.
You call down to Engineering, you get them to stop this--
But I know I'm
right about this.
XO, that's Inferno.
And she's loaded with nukes.
You still have no proof.
Chambers--
Greg, I'm Captain Crunch.
It's my ass for the damageto Manta's side, not yours.
I'm right about this.
No fences on asubmarine, right Captain?
Besides, if any man in the Navycan hit the Inferno, it's you.
BLS communications
are restored, sir.
I know I'm right.
It's got rear
firing torpedoes.
Engineering, status--
Close, sir.
Stealth propulsion--
Jesus, this we already know.
Make me look good on paper.
Captain Harrison, how
are things up with you.
I'm ready to kill
this clown, sir.
I'll see you on
the other side.
If I completely fuck this up--
And some sort of short
range cruise missiles,
nuclear tipped--
the bogey, it's
got to be Inferno.
Engineering, push
the reactor 120 %.
Aye, sir.
I'm only praying
for good things.
The Inferno's missiles havea range of 400 to 500 miles.
Navigation Con, how far
off the coast are we?
Make that to Los Angeles.
473 miles to Los Angeles, sir.
Con, sonar--
Inferno is slowing, sir.
We're at
maximum sea speed, sir.
Detach the mini sub.
Engineering--
Yes, sir.
Stand ready for ramming speed.
Aye-aye, sir.
That figures.
Get out of my chair.
Con sonar-- enemy's slowingto a dead stop, sir.
We're closing the gap fast.
All stop.
I'm getting an aspectchange in the target, sir.
Missile tubes, sir-- opening!
Keep us lined up
on him, Mr. Lee.
Steady
as she goes, sir.
Now that was a lousy smoke.
General, contact--
Torpedoes?
Slower-- it's got
a strange signature.
It's--
Koba, hope you
recognize a man's voice.
This time there aren't anymines for me to step on.
You cheap chicken fuckingson of a $2 whore.
Evasive-- pull ahead!
We can't, if you
attempt to launch.
Pull ahead, evasive now!
Hey asshole, film this!
Harrison--
Harrison's gone, sir.
Con sonar-- enemy's
riding himself, sir.
I hear the missiles
pressurizing.
It wasn't enough.
They can't kill me,
fucking Americans.
We are listing.
We can't launch.
Shut up!
Right the sub.
Right the sub!
Whoever you are, thatwas your last big chance.
That Seal joined his
miserable team in hell
and saved me the trouble
of hunting him down.
By the will of Allah,
I hope you live to see
this tape, to see it all.
I'vegotten the core temperature
down again, but I don't knowhow much longer I can hold out.
Captain, what's the call?
I'm sorry, Greg.
I really wanted
to meet your boy.
So did I. Engine room--
ramming speed.
Aye-aye, sir.
Captain, I have
something to tell you.
Not now, Mr. Sims.
Captain, I might not
get another chance.
You're an innocent man.
Delay that order.
Where are you, Lieutenant?
He's preparing to launch.
Captain, we don't need to sacrifice
our lives in the process.
We can still bring Manta home.
I need you to bring us
underneath Inferno now.
Underneath?
Manta still has
a weapon, a Tomahawk missile.- It won't arm.
We're underwater.
We're not gonna get a secondchance at this, Lieutenant.
I know this system.
I can make it work.
You have to trust me.
Please trust me, Captain.
You know I'm right.
Ma'am--
I need you to ready
your weapon for launch.
It's a Tomahawk, ma'am.
We're underwater.
Yeah, Captain
already mentioned that.
Now listen to me very carefully.
I'm going into that
tube to rig the warhead
to detonate on impact.
Then we'll seal the door
and fire the weapon.
But--
Shut door, fire weapon.
Engine room, delay that order.Stand ready.
Aye, sir.
Bow planes down 20 degrees.
Bow planes
down 20 degrees.
Take us directly
underneath her.
Aye-aye, sir.
This they'll all remember.
I'll last longer
than the radiation.
Bypass cut red--
oh god, short.
Are you all
right now, General?
I'm 40 seconds away fromimmortality and killing
southern California.
I couldn't be happier.
I've got it!
Yes!
Oh god--
General quarters, general quarters--
this is not a drill.
General quarters--
We're in position, Captain.
Engineering reports
are standing by.
Seal the door!
It'll flood.
You can't stay in there.
Seal it now!
Just do it!
You tell Arlington to getthis fucking boat home!
Reportsmissile hatch is open.
Captain, one of theTomahawk doors is opening.
Keep us lined up.
Aye-aye, sir.
I hope you're
right, Lieutenant.
Finally, Zhukov--
we win, Zhukov.
We win.
Zhukov, let me tell you
again about paradise.
Zhukov-- Zhukov, what
the hell is that?
The end.
Direct hit, sir!
Engine room, get us
the hell out of here!
OK, gentlemen, give methe red line and then some.
Yes, sir!
Zhukov--
The missiles are knockedsideways in the tubes.
Oh no!
They must not see us like this--
not see us like this!
No!
On no!
They won't.
They won't see anything, Koba.
No one will ever even
know you were here.
We're clear.
Engine room, dead stop!
Let's retire.
Great job, Lieutenant.
What's your status?
We're clear.
What's your status?
Lieutenant Mitchell--
She
didn't make it, sir.
The Americannuclear submarine
USS Manta returned to
the San Diego Naval
shipyards today under
a cloud of secrecy.
The fate of its Captain,
William Arlington,
is still up in the air.
The Navy has bigger
problems to deal
with in the wake of the tankerdisasters in the Gulf of Alaska
last week.
The
pumps are quitting.
HEATHER MITCHELL: Topside communications--
Three minutes till we fall.
I'm stillrunning patches on the inside.
Doanything work on this boat?
Fear is always baggage.
You can make a friend of pain.
Fear always screws you.
It seems I've hadsome luck hitting Russian subs.
Things aren't
always what they seem.
I'm truly sorry.
But you still can't do this.
Don't kill your crew on a hunch.
I'll help you out of
the hole you're in.
Sims, I hardly recognized you.
You look forty.
Sir?
You're getting gray.
If I'm--
No-- you can have
my ear anytime.
Harrison wanted me to, uh--
he wanted me to tell yousomething before he died.
That's bullshit, sir.
I have to tell you something.
Will you walk with me?
Always.
Run diagnostic to
confirm achieving
5,000 pound status-- over.
Aye, sir.
Engineering reporting,
commencing diagnostic
in six minutes-- over.
Very good.
Engineering-- 5,000 poundstatus achieved-- over.
Very good.
Thank you-- over.
Bye, sir.
Captain on deck--
Captain, sonarcontact-- the American sub
is still on direct
heading towards us, sir.
Contact is imminent
starboard side.
Captain,
what are your orders?
Captain!
Dmitry, verify
depth and ..
Ready ahead.
Captain,
contact in 20 seconds!
15 seconds!
, Captain.
- Contact!
- From where?
For you, Koba--
Russian paperclip mines.
There's business cards.
They were too good to
pass up at the price.
That's what worries me.
Open it.
It's just I can still feelthat old thorn in my side.
What?
I'm fucking cold.
Come on.
Show some sack, buddy.
Anything?
Negative.
Either we lost him, or thebatteries are finally dead.
Nah, he's in there.
I vote we lost him, OK?
Koba's gonna know we
tampered with the mines.
He's gonna know we're out here.
Koba always knows.
$250,000 US for the whole lot?
Da.
How drunk were the
fucking Russians?
Remote-- stand back.
OK, merry Christmas Cap--
we have ourselves a testarming on the 10th floor.
Good work, Zhukov.
I guess the Russians
need ..
There could be
100 guys in there.
There's the dead Russian.
Dead Russian's got
less than 100 rounds--
not great.
What do you say?
Well I'm in.
Get up.
Then let's kill this sonof a bitch and go home.
Have the men check in again.
Three four-- check in.
Check in!
Where the hell is he?
Come on.
Cap, they're gone.
Check your six!
Pull the fuck out, now!
Stand back, god damn--
Yes!
One for the bad guys.
Watch your step.
Only half the mines are lit.
Thompson, find us a way out.
CO Harrison, life's
resilient cockroach--
Too many mines--
can't get a lock.
Tracker's overloaded--
too many mines.
Koba, I will bring
this whole fucking
building down around us.
Back your men off!
And I'm the one portrayedas a lunatic on CNN?
Go ahead.
Bring it down.
The exit's right behind you.
Oh yeah--
Cap, follow me!
I'll clear the way.
Finish it, Zhukov.
Come on!
Make it look good.
Cheap ass gun--
Zhukov-- cut him, Zhukov!
Cut him good.
Give me some good body blows.
Zhukov, see if you canget a shot of hi kneeling
at some point.
Bring him back in
the light, damn it!
Get him!
Kill him, Zhukov!
Kill him!
Yes!
Zhukov, take him!
Good!
Get him now-- now!
Bring it, queer bait.
Come on.
Get up, Zhukov!
What's wrong with you?
Cap, this is clear.
Whoops, almost forgot those.
Thompson!
Oh, this is good stuff.
You look fantastic.
The mines were too cheap.
I shouldn't have
brought them to you.
Not at all--
we got rid of that cocksucker.
Here, send this out immediately.
We can make Wolf
Blitzer by next week.
This is JohnStanley for "National News."
It's another bad
year for the US Navy.
The maiden voyage
of the USS Manta,
America's newest
nuclear submarine,
has ended in embarrassment.
Like the Green Bill beforeit, the Manta's collision
with a Russian submarine
on joint maneuvers
has brought its Captain, William Arlington, under fire.
The Manta will return tothe San Diego Naval Shipyard
for repairs later this week.
The damage lies
below the water line,
and that's just where theNavy wants to keep it.
Captain Arlington will face acourt martial upon his return.
That's why they put the
JAG officer on the ship.
Because, with an accident likethat, I mean what do you-- sir.
Yeah, the meltdown's coming.
Put a lid on that, shithead.
Arlington doesn't melt down.
Captain Crunch?
Captain Crunch-- now
that's pretty funny.
Now where'd you hear that?
Oh, it's coming from JAGOfficer Heather Mitchell.
She started it.
Pretty damn funnycoming from a JAG officer,
but coming from you
it's a death sentence.
Oh come on, man.
Look, you listen.
And you listen good.
You respect the Captain, andyou wash that talk no matter
how many subs the old man hits.
Come on.
Captain Crunch--
Sir--
Captain on deck!
You do your homework, Sims?
Sorry, the wicked witch
has been on me all day.
But Deere still
says that he made
positive contact
with the Russian sub
before you even gave the order.
The Russians are
still really pissed.
They haven't given us shit--
anything to work with, sir.
But you know my vote.
The gear is faulty.
You're my great
white hope, Sims.
Well it's a good thing
I'm white then huh, sir?
I'm honored.
Carry on.
Captain, we were
just talking about you.
I have no doubt about that.
Sims has been veryuseful with the sonar logs.
You got a good man there.
Yeah, I know that.
Is that really what the two ofyou have been talking about,
how helpful Sims has been?
Yeah, yeah.
And take care of that fallkit while you're at it.
OK, Sims is stuffing so manystolen documents under his seat
he's grown a foot.
He wants to help you, fine.
But I just feel
like he's wasting
the boat's time right now.
So now he can't assist me.
One piece--
I ask that you just getthis boat home in one piece
before the enemy or the
media take it apart.
And I'll help you out
of the hole you're in.
You got to hide
your shovel first.
The new one--
Captain Crunch-- it's good.
The crew says you
came up with it.
I think Captain Crunch
is pretty damn funny,
but it's not mine.
It's bad enough
you've taken my command.
At least leave me my reputation.
Home in one piece--
I can do that quietly.
Or I can do it publicly
in front of the crew.
But it'll get done, Captain.
Thanks-- thanks for allthe help on that one, Greg.
Well I am trying, Bill.
You know, we're all
on thin ice here.
No, I'm the one
who's on thin ice.
What you're on is a fence.
It's different.
You know, the comment
didn't come from her.
It came from some kid
in Forward Torpedo--
Shithead Talbot.
She chewed him out for it.
Looks like your grapevine isfaultier than your new sonar.
Quiet-- hey, you shouldn't besmoking that at your station.
It's not my station.
Seal or Marine?
I walk upright.
I must be a Seal--
John Harrison.
Heather Mitchell-- where'sthe crewman that's supposed
to be at the station?
Ah, he always takes offright after they check on him.
That's why I come here.
It's the quietest
spot on the boat.
Why
don't you report him?
Because I get to smoke.
Well, it looks like
I'm taking your spot.
Hm, it's not mine.
It's familiar, that's all.
I worked Tomahawks
for two years--
as you said, quiet.
I'm sick of busting
people today.
See any action?
What?
On Tomahawk duty--
Oh, two years of drills--
but I've heard every big
dick joke in the world.
Know any good ones?
Since you're here, let'stalk about the accident.
Did you detect any shifts inthe boat's direction beforehand?
I wasn't here.
I'm just hitching a ride back.
I don't know exactly
what happened.
This boat looks worse than me.
What was your assignment?
Bite me.
Looks like you're JAG.
You ought to know you
can't ask me that.
Ah yeah, JAG Officer Mitchell--
are you gonna crucify
Arlington or what?
I'm not here to crucify him.
And I thought you didn't doanything about the accident.
It was an expensive
fender bender.
My rifle's all
banged up to shit.
I don't give a rat's ass.
Nobody got hurt.
He's a good captain.
Why don't you leave
him the fuck alone?
Just an opinion, Lieutenant.
Tomahawk boy will
be back in a minute.
Should I be
fishing here, Yuri?
Am I the captain
of a trawler, huh?
One more minute, sir.
We need to draw freshair into the entire boat.
Am I on the wrong ship?
Put out that damn cigarette!
Just one more thing,
and we'll be ready.
What now?
There is no report
from the lookout, sir.
Sonar--
You blind bastard!
What do you see?
Peace and quiet.
Masks now-- put them on!
Do as I say.
Gas!
Gas!
All clear.
Excellent work, comrade--
well worth the money.
- Thank you, General.
The Navy should have
paid us this month.
But no matter--
I'm now the richest
man on the boat.
Yes, you were.
Stop, stop!
You call those low
velocity bullets?
Kill half the crew.
The Russian crew?
Yes, before they wake.
Keep only the ones we need.
Record everything.
And as for the third tanker--
time for six more months
of high oil prices.
Thanks.
He still thinks we'rerigged for silent running.
I hear he sleeps
in the mini sub.
Oh yeah?
Yeah.
And I hear he has good hearing.
And he got a real knife, too.
So be quiet and chew your food.
So Dick, I hear the Proteustorpedoes are up and running.
They're up.
For how long?
I don't know.
Do anything work on this boat?
It's the Navy's flagship.
The flag works just fine.
Engines are great.
I swear engineeringTukachevsky here is praying
for a vapor leak.
Not on my boat.
Pray for something else.
This reactor's like a
child proof safety cap.
I swear the Navy doesn't
trust me inside it.
It's a reactor, dumb-ass.
You shouldn't got inside of it.
- Can I talk to you, sir?- Three tankers?
Yes sir.
Excuse me-- flash graphictransmission from NAV-CON.
Just call me when
you're ready, Captain.
As you were.
Anybody needs me, I'll
be in the mini sub--
sleeping.
Terrorism
strikes home again,
this time on the high seas.
The Alaskan gulf is in
flames this afternoon
after the latest
of three tankers
explodes and sinks inAmerica's busiest oil route.
The Navy is searching for asub, possibly of Russian origin.
The Russians are
denying any involvement,
instead pointing toward BinLaden's Al Qaeda organization.
They are pinging the shitout of the Alaskan bottom.
They haven't found a thing.
What its designation?
The Inferno-- they're
sending over a file now.
Koba-- isn't he the onethat worked with Hezbollah?
I never heard of him.
We should be in on this.
With that hole in our side?
Besides, they're
500 miles south.
They'll have him before
we could get there.
I'm sitting on a bench again.
Proteus stealth torpedo--
a million dollar one shotweapon with a five mile
underwater range and
its own personal sonar--
fuck, by.
Might as well be
the sub's mascot--
Toledo?
Yes sir.
Christ, they got a
bridge on this boat
the size of a
casino's first floor.
We're working in a rubber.
Yes sir.
Rule number one--
don't fuck with the tube.
Don't.
That's what the
auto-loader's for.
Rule number two-- keep
the torpedoes working,
which ain't easy with theauto-load always fucking up.
Yes sir.
And speaking of
rules, gentlemen,
it seems that there
is a new nickname
floating around the boat.
I just hate nicknames.
And you know how I
feel about the captain.
So if I find anyone tarnishingthat fine man's reputation,
I'll load you in
the tube myself.
Chief-- how long?
- 20 minutes.
- 20 minutes?
20 minutes.
Did you check the gear?
Captain, you got a minute?
What do you got, Sims?
Equipment problem-- sonar'strying to lock up on something,
moving fast, boat fast and deep.
But the signal's like a ghost.
The sonar's arguing with itself.
I think the computer's
finally fritzed, sir.
See, it thinks it's
tracking an Akula.
But, well, it's thin,
sir, like an echo.
I can't really tell
with all the noise,
and it's coming from
the side of our boat--
not without submerging.
The wicked witch will
blow a hatch if we dive.
Might be worth it, though, ifwe find out the gear's faulty.
But she'll never let us do it.
Do what?
Submerge-- a sonar test.
Sonar test?
I'm coming off that fence, Bill.- Yeah, it's about time you--
Yeah, I'm on the other side.
Do not do this.
You know we're supposedto remain topside until we
dry dock.
This is important.
Important?
My son is four
months old, and we've
been at sea for six, Captain.
I mean all I've held in myarms is a fucking video tape.
And I am not sinking
my career on this boat.
I will not back you on this.
It's nice to see you're
developing a spine.
Mr. Lee, submerge the boat.
Let's taker her down to 300.
Aye-aye, sir.
Flames down five degrees.
Flames down, five degrees--
Your poor eye.
With the money, we'll
buy you a new one.
Or maybe I'll just
give you mine.
Hey, it's good to
be on the sub again.
Even in that uniform?
Especially in this uniform--
serves the Russian Navy rightfor putting me in prison.
I was a good officer.
Your old captain
didn't think so.
Then he should have
been more careful.
With the damn
camera, we'll never be
able to show our faces again.
Fine with me.
Please Zhukov, I'llfollow you anywhere as long
as I know where we are going.
I don't ask questions.
Do you know where
he is taking us?
Yes.
Yes, Koba's the one man
who is worth my word.
I'm sorry.
It'll be fine.
I am not Osama bin Ladenor Carlos the Jackal.
I am not Saddam.
I am Koba.
I am the man who does allthe real work for them.
And what I have in store foryou will make all those efforts
pale by comparison.
I make this record so you willknow it was Koba that beat you.
General--
A service contact
far behind us--
something strange.
Not strange at all--
it's diving.
It's a sub.
Why wasn't I informed?
No, sir, these
signatures are wrong--
more like a freighter, too much weight for a sub.
If it's a freighter, it's sinking at 20 knots.
We thought it
was a surface ship.
Clearing up-- it's
fading again, sir.
This doesn't make any sense.
I thought it was a--
I made a mistake.
What do you want me to do?
Can it hear us?
Doubtful with the stealth,, but it's open
pretty wide for speed.
Slow the boat.
Better the.
Slow the boat.
Better the.
See if he follows us.
Bring us right 20 degrees.
Come in, Sitar.
Right 20 degrees--
20 degrees.
It's gone-- a ghost.
The gear's crap, sir.
It has to be.
The noise from our side'sstill clogging up the works.
Let's make sure, shall we?
All stop.
Aye-aye, sir-- all stop.
Contact is slowing.
Should we turn to attack?
We have more important
things than engaging
this contact, whatever it is.
Are his tubes open?
Yes, I think.
Turbulence-- I think
his tubes are open.
Are you sure?
Yes, his tubes are open.
Bring us around.
Come in, Sitar--
right 20 degrees.
20 degrees-- affirmative.
Find a targeting solution.
Solution-- affirmative.
Gone, sir--
I never thought I'd be sohappy to find a problem.
See, XL?
It's not so bad.
Underwater?
Are we underwater, Captain?
We are chasing a
ghost, Lieutenant.
The sonar is officially fritzed.
I thought I just haddinner with a reasonable man.
You've left the surface
without consulting me.
You had express
orders not to do that.
I showed you courtesy
back there, Captain.
I shouldn't have.
I'm taking this boat beforeyou hit anything else.
We have a solution.
Fire tubes one and two.
Fire!
Not one more scratch--
I hereby relieve--
Caught on sonar, two contactsin the water-- torpedoes
bearing 271 degrees, sir.
From where?
Out of nowhere, sir.
Nowhere?
Sims, you casing more phantoms?
Countermeasures, now.
Mr. Lee, take us to 243degrees, down 20 on the planes.
Aye-aye, sir-- planes
down five degrees.
Planes down 5 degrees--
General quarters, general quarters--
this is not a drill.
Repeat-- this is not a drill.
500 meters--
300 meters
Call out!
Alito, sir!
Talbot, sir!
Damage report--
We just lost the top
of the counting tower.
All surface
communications are dead.
My god--
Davis!
Torpedo!
Get the!
Toledo!
Yes, sir!
Now fill that leak!
Com, this is Torpedo!
Com, this is Torpedo!
Shit!
Com's dead.
Flooding between here
and forward torpedo.
The crew is closing off
the damaged areas, sir.
Can we fire?
On what?
And we just lost contact withthe port side torpedo room.
Destroyed?
Don't know-- the crew'strying to reach them now, sir.
We're losing the bogey fast.
Push the reactor to 105 %.
Sir, we cannot reach
them in this condition.
Then we need to slow him down.
We need to shoot back.
Get him off my bridge.
It's not your bridge.
We need help reaching
port side torpedoes.
Come with me.
Is it dead?
Is it dead?
It's crippled badly
and not returning fire.
Range--
We are at the edge oftheir torpedo range, sir.
They know we're here now.
Turn us around.
Resume on course to finalobjective and increase speed.
We've lost critical time.
The is shot.
We need to wire a patch.
It's not moving.
That's Morse code.
I know.
I'm a Seal.
Somebody's on the ball.
Morse code-- we're under attack!
Oh yeah, I kicked it's ass.
Oh, fuck!
Toledo, how's that torpedo!
Ready to go, sir!
Orders to fire?
I don't know yet.
Caught on sonar--
I've got the phantom again.He's pulling away fast.
Engine room status?
Fine, sir.
I can give you full power.
Pushing what, Captain?
The sub's a barn door
with all that damage.
Go to 100 %.
Aye, sir.
Give
me a hand here.
Right away.
Yes, sir.
The water's rising!
What do we do?
Our job-- we're dumping
this thing in the water.
I'm raising the loader.
Get us a torpedo.
You need to get atorpedo in the water now.
Captain needs it now!
It's almost there.
It's jammed.
Get it off him!
Get it off him!
We're losing him.
Engine room, what
else can you give me?
Another
5 %, or I could get
out and push it faster, sir.
We need that thing the tube!
Lift it!
1, 2, 3-- one more time!
1, 2--
We're out of their
torpedo range, sir.
Prepare to come
about 183 degrees.
I got it.
Big dick-- yeah, your nickname--
Big Dick Owens.
That's enough of that, seaman.
Strong enough to laughis strong enough to work.
You just gonna lie there, boy?
No, sir.
Then let's do this.
1, 2, 3--
Torpedo room con,
what's your status?
Come on, you lazy assholes.
Your life's on the line!
Arlington needs this pieceof shit in the water now!
One up, ready to fire!
One up, ready to fire, sir.
Ready to fire, Captain.
Fire.
Goodbye, assholes.
Contact in the
water-- torpedo.
Torpedo!
At this range?
Let it burn out.
General, it sounds different.
Evasive countermeasures now!
Direct hit, sir!
Tell Owens to get
another one ready.
Good work, Sailor.
I got a new nickname for you--
The Terminator.
How's it holding.
Fine, sir-- running
hot, but fine.
Good girl.
Captain, target's
hit and slowing,
but it isn't destroyed.
I think it's got moresurprises than just stealth.
Yeah, it is holding, but
it rang us like a drum.
There has been some
shock damage to the--
Bridge, this
is the engine room--
some damage to reactor.
We've got to slow the boat.
Negative.
We will explode, Koba.
Make revolutions for
20 knots-- no slowing.
Zhukov, it's time.
Use the specials.
Yes, sir.
Caught on sonar, two
contacts in the water,
rear firing torpedoes.
Maneuvering is dead.
We cannot evade them.
Blow the tanks.
Put us on the bottom.
- We'll implode.
- You got a better idea?
Sink the boat.
We're clear.
Let's get number two ready.
Yes, sir!
Oh!
We just lost the front end.
Owens and his crew.
Still sinking fast, sir.
Departmentsare not responding, sir.
They're gone.
Just get the hell out.
Passing 700-- the
pumps are quitting.
Three minutes till wefold, two with the damage.
We need 10 % more than we've got.
Lieutenant Mitchell, isthat Seal still with you?
Here, sir.
We're sinking fast.
We're on the losing
end of the curve.
How much lift can thatmini sub of yours give us?
We'll sure as hell find out.
Passing 900--
1,000--
1,200-- come on, come on.
Float, fucker.
1,500--
It's really close.
It's trying to level out.
Mr. Lee, ready on
the forward planes.
Forward planes ready.
1,600--
Now Mr. Lee,
planes up 20 degrees.
It's leveling off.
Engine room, full power!
We're gonna make it.
Yeah!
Touchdown, baby-- yeah!
I knew it!
Yeah baby, yeah!
Mind that panel.
Mind that panel.
Level her off at 300, Mr. Lee.
- Aye-aye, sir.
- Chief!
Sir?
Have that Seal meet
me in my quarters.
Aye, sir.
We are still here.
Are we?
Take a look at
their faces, Zhukov.
See?
They know we are wounded.
Koba's paying us
to deal with it.
The dead can't
spend money, darling.
And I hope he's notselling this sub to get it.
It's worth little now.
He's not selling it.
Then what?
What is our final objective?
Tell me, please.
Where is Koba taking us?
Into history.
General, a word.
It had better be good.
It isn't.
The Russian crew--
I know what mutiny looks
like when it starts.
Really?
I've seen or harder
faces on whores--
the pussies.
We kicked their asses in
Afghanistan, remember?
It will get worse.
They know we have wounded.
What happened, Zhukov?
You used to be a brave man.
Let me remind you how we foughtfor other men's reputations.
And all the wounds we've
ever have healed over.
Like we've never existed.
And if we all die, whowill give us our credit then?
This proof the world can'tdeny, proof that we beat them.
Because the wound we inflictthis time will never heal.
Are you afraid of death, Zhukov?
It's that woman, isn't it?
Isn't it?
Clouding your
judgment-- we are to be
written into the book of Allah.
Maybe I should find someoneelse to do your job.
You'll get it back when
I can trust you again.
You wanted to see me?
Yes, come in.
Leave us.
You just struck the lastloyal man on this boat, Koba.
I just reminded
Zhukov of his place.
Need I remind you of yours?
My place depends on
where we are going.
I think I can tell you now.
Los Angeles
Those are missile keys.
Yes, default cruise missiles--
look here, too.
All within range of
less than an hour
with cities full of peoplewho will be remembered.
Zhukov will know about this.
Zhukov-- you've come betweenZhukov and his loyalty for me.
My place is with him.
That's my problem.
Yes.
I need your help.
Yes, sir.
Dumb fucking Russian.
Zhukov--
Yes.
Into the missile
room immediately.
The Captain's got an
idea to catch the Akula.
This is what he wants.
Holy shit.
I guess you get
what you pray for.
How childproof is
the childproof cap?
How important is it?
I mean, do you know whatthat will do to the boat?
That's the idea.
Look, I know, but it's dirty--
Russian dirty.
Will that give us enoughpower to catch the Akula?
XO, that'll give you enoughpower to travel back in time.
Enter.
Captain-- oh,
you've got some sauce.
Here, I'll find you a glass.
So what's the latest?
Well, we're maintaining
speed with the bogey.
What stealth she had cameoff when the torpedo hit.
I'm lined up on her, but
I've got no way to fire.
Who is she?
Well I've got my theories, ofcourse nothing to back them up.
I think it's
Inferno, the same sub
that the entire Pacific fleetis searching for 1,000 miles
north of here.
So why am I here?
The Manta is the last
weapon that I have.
Engineering can push
the reactor to 120 %.
That'll give us five minutes.
If we don't catch that bogeyby then, our explosion will.
My condolences on your men.
Trust me, right now
I know how you feel.
Halo Joe-- he carried
this huge RPK machine
gun he called the Dead Russian.
Dead Russian--
Yeah, that's who
he took it off of.
So who are we up against?
OK, we both know the Manta hasone more smart weapon left.
I've been sleeping in it.
I can't ask you to do this.
Captain, I may be wrong
about the identity
of the guy we're up against.
Hell, I could be wrong
about a lot of things.
But can we take that chance?
This bogey-- it's got stealth, rear firing torpedo tubes.
It's not standard.
And it's trying real hard toget close to the coastline
of California.
Missiles are on a cooler?
That's an attack boat.
An attack boat with
a lot of surprises--
our only real chance is you.
The alternative is the
Manta and her crew.
This decision has to be yours.
Oh, I'll do it.
Just one thing--
I need your sonar
man's time rewiring
the mini sub, something
special and that's it.
You got it.
Look, I could still
be wrong about this.
You're not.
She died afraid.
She came to tell
me about the mutiny.
I wouldn't listen.
And then he overheard
us and drew his weapon.
She tried to save me.
She said it was what
you would have done.
Would I?
What do you think, I did it?
Zhukov, I'll prove it--
all on tape, right from there.
I warn you, she
did not die well.
Here, look for yourself.
Engineering reports reactoroutput now at 98 %, steam
pressure holding it steady.
Hey, back to your own station.
The mutiny, it's started.
Zhukov, get me within
500 miles of the coast.
Kill them all.
Kill them for her!
Oh, fucking great.
,, An attemptedmutiny up here--
it's time.
Kill the non-essentials
among the crew.
Join us up here.
We can use the help.
Yes, Koba.
Remember that thing
I said we'd never do?
Yes?
That thing we're
not supposed to do?
- Yeah.
- We're doing it.
Whoa.
Chambers, can I have a minute?
Not now, Lieutenant.
I'm trying to restore
topside communications.
That's what you want, isn't it?
What I want is for youto explain something to me.
We both know the
Manta is finished.
I doubt we could make it backto port if we were towed.
Yet Tukachevsky's taking thesafeties off the reactor.
The Navy's a bitch, ain't it?
Listen to me.
I believe that Arlington's aboutto make the second greatest
mistake of his career.
And I think you're
helping him do it.
He is my captain,
and I am the XO.
That might not mean much to you, but it means something to me.
Look, whatever that
enemy sub is, we are
in no condition to engage it.
And Arlington has nothingto lose, but you do.
What are you implying?
You have a son, right?
I have a son I've never seen.
I'm sorry.
That must be very hard for you.
But tell me something, Chambers.
How do you want to come hometo your son, as an officer
or as an accessory
in a court martial?
You think I'm worried
about a court martial?
My wife and kid
live in San Diego.
And if the captain's right, andwe let the Inferno get away,
they might not be there
for me to return to.
You don't even know
that would be a target.
I think you're just too afraidto stand up to Arlington.
You're the XO of
this boat, Chambers.
You know you can stop him.
The one thing I do know is, if I ever do get to see my son,
fucking over my captain willmake a lousy bedtime story.
You're making a big
mistake, Chambers.
The only mistake I made wasstopping and listening to you.
We're all here, sir.
OK, It's safe to say we'venever done this before.
We've slowed for repairs, sowe're falling behind the Akula.
We need to give the mini
sub in our hull a boost.
So stand the hell
back, gentlemen.
- Yes, sir.
- We're on it, sir.
You got it.
Captain, we need to
have a little chat.
I don't have time for a
little chat, Lieutenant.
I've got a job to do.
Let me guess.
I've done something wrong.
No, but you're about to.
Pushing the reactor--
there's no way in hell
I'm going to let you do that.
Listen to me.
That sub about there is Inferno, and its nuclear capable.
So what if it is?
Even Inferno can
outrun a radio wave.
If we get topside
communications restored,
we can report the positionof the enemy so that--
So that the Navy can
send reinforcements.
No, look around you Lieutenant.
We're alone out here.
It's just us and Inferno.
We're the lone gunmen.
We're it.
But you still
don't know it's him.
I've been sniffing Akula'sasses my entire career.
Most of the time, we justmonitor each other's movements.
This one's on a serious clock.
It's him.
And what if you're wrong?
We are here in this
mess in the first place,
because you made a mistake.
No, a mistake was made.
And something or somebodyon or off this boat
is lying about it.
The sonar's lying?
That gear's better than
the stealth on the sub
we're chasing.
The sonar's not at
fault, never was.
You're right.
The sonar's not faulty.
And I hate to admit it, butI did not make that mistake.
I've seen the logs.
We've all seen them.
I know I hit that sub.
I was there, Lieutenant.
But it wasn't my mistake.
It's not my fault.
You were the only
weak link in that chain.
Weak link-- what
about the Russians?
They've hit their share of subs.
What, they suddenly
stopped lying
now that the Cold War is over?
So now it's the
Russians fault. What
about Flipper, Mr. Limpet?
It sure as hell wasn't mine.
If it was, if you're rightand it was my mistake,
then I've dragged the crew intothis trying to prove it wasn't.
And the bitch of it
is I'll never know
where that mistake was made.
I'm truly sorry.
But you still can't do this.
Don't kill your crew on a hunch.
I don't want to kill the crew.
I'd go out there
in a wetsuit with
a harpoon gun if I thoughtit would do any good,
but it won't.
Leave the reactor alone.
I can't.
I'm sending Harrison out first.
I need to push thereactor to get him there.
Can we at least agree on that?
One man is an acceptable risk.
So you agree
that the enemy sub
might have nuclear capability.
It's possible, enough to riskone man but not the whole crew.
I need to kill that sub now.
I only think it's worth oneman Agree to that at least.
He keeps closing and closing, even with no way to fire.
I should have hired him.
The rest of the AmericanNavy is pissing in the wind.
Dumb fucking Russians--
Slow down, kid.
Yeah.
Arlington has a lot
of confidence in you.
That is one thing
that I'm sure of.
Concentrate on that-- or not.
Look, he really trusts you.
There's something I never had.
My commanding officers-- hell, my whole fucking life I've just
been get benched for swearing.
Never looked real good on paper.
See, that's just it.
I always have--
tests, simulations.
I could always makemyself look good on paper.
Can you keep a secret?
Where I'm going, kid, your secret's safer with me
than it is with yourself.
Captain's innocent.
That's the secret
I'm taking to my grave?
You'll find the
problem with the sonar.
I am the problem
with the sonar, sir.
Stupid-- that test
with the Russians
was my first taste of real fear.
I felt like an air trafficcontroller at Heathrow.
Yeah, under pressure--
All those subs and ships allswirling around in the water--
Yeah, the next
thing you know--
And after that, the worseit got for the captain,
the more scared I got.
So I made it look good
for myself on paper.
That's definitely a
secret for Valhalla.
Two of those are missing.
I've made mistakes.
I've made mistakes.
I can't go back, because thedead are blocking the way.
What you were talkingabout, that's reputation--
yours, his.
Look around you.
You really think any
of that matters now?
Whatever happens,
you let him know.
A man like that should know.
And you tell him yourself beforehe finds out some other way.
And get the fuck back to work.
Captain on deck.
Engineering, status--
You'llhave what you asked for.
Just one request--
Yes, Chief.
If I don'tmake it, tell all the people
I owe money to to fuck off.
Will do, Chief.
Topside communications?
Still running
patches on the inside--
doesn't look good.
You're insane, Arlington.
I didn't agree to this.
Going to 120 % will be
an underwater mushroom
cloud in five minutes.
That gives Harrison
four minutes and change.
Chambers, don't let him do this
Captain, I cannot allow--
I did it, Greg.
I hit that Russian sub.
I know that now.
I'm sorry I got you into this.
You call down to Engineering, you get them to stop this--
But I know I'm
right about this.
XO, that's Inferno.
And she's loaded with nukes.
You still have no proof.
Chambers--
Greg, I'm Captain Crunch.
It's my ass for the damageto Manta's side, not yours.
I'm right about this.
No fences on asubmarine, right Captain?
Besides, if any man in the Navycan hit the Inferno, it's you.
BLS communications
are restored, sir.
I know I'm right.
It's got rear
firing torpedoes.
Engineering, status--
Close, sir.
Stealth propulsion--
Jesus, this we already know.
Make me look good on paper.
Captain Harrison, how
are things up with you.
I'm ready to kill
this clown, sir.
I'll see you on
the other side.
If I completely fuck this up--
And some sort of short
range cruise missiles,
nuclear tipped--
the bogey, it's
got to be Inferno.
Engineering, push
the reactor 120 %.
Aye, sir.
I'm only praying
for good things.
The Inferno's missiles havea range of 400 to 500 miles.
Navigation Con, how far
off the coast are we?
Make that to Los Angeles.
473 miles to Los Angeles, sir.
Con, sonar--
Inferno is slowing, sir.
We're at
maximum sea speed, sir.
Detach the mini sub.
Engineering--
Yes, sir.
Stand ready for ramming speed.
Aye-aye, sir.
That figures.
Get out of my chair.
Con sonar-- enemy's slowingto a dead stop, sir.
We're closing the gap fast.
All stop.
I'm getting an aspectchange in the target, sir.
Missile tubes, sir-- opening!
Keep us lined up
on him, Mr. Lee.
Steady
as she goes, sir.
Now that was a lousy smoke.
General, contact--
Torpedoes?
Slower-- it's got
a strange signature.
It's--
Koba, hope you
recognize a man's voice.
This time there aren't anymines for me to step on.
You cheap chicken fuckingson of a $2 whore.
Evasive-- pull ahead!
We can't, if you
attempt to launch.
Pull ahead, evasive now!
Hey asshole, film this!
Harrison--
Harrison's gone, sir.
Con sonar-- enemy's
riding himself, sir.
I hear the missiles
pressurizing.
It wasn't enough.
They can't kill me,
fucking Americans.
We are listing.
We can't launch.
Shut up!
Right the sub.
Right the sub!
Whoever you are, thatwas your last big chance.
That Seal joined his
miserable team in hell
and saved me the trouble
of hunting him down.
By the will of Allah,
I hope you live to see
this tape, to see it all.
I'vegotten the core temperature
down again, but I don't knowhow much longer I can hold out.
Captain, what's the call?
I'm sorry, Greg.
I really wanted
to meet your boy.
So did I. Engine room--
ramming speed.
Aye-aye, sir.
Captain, I have
something to tell you.
Not now, Mr. Sims.
Captain, I might not
get another chance.
You're an innocent man.
Delay that order.
Where are you, Lieutenant?
He's preparing to launch.
Captain, we don't need to sacrifice
our lives in the process.
We can still bring Manta home.
I need you to bring us
underneath Inferno now.
Underneath?
Manta still has
a weapon, a Tomahawk missile.- It won't arm.
We're underwater.
We're not gonna get a secondchance at this, Lieutenant.
I know this system.
I can make it work.
You have to trust me.
Please trust me, Captain.
You know I'm right.
Ma'am--
I need you to ready
your weapon for launch.
It's a Tomahawk, ma'am.
We're underwater.
Yeah, Captain
already mentioned that.
Now listen to me very carefully.
I'm going into that
tube to rig the warhead
to detonate on impact.
Then we'll seal the door
and fire the weapon.
But--
Shut door, fire weapon.
Engine room, delay that order.Stand ready.
Aye, sir.
Bow planes down 20 degrees.
Bow planes
down 20 degrees.
Take us directly
underneath her.
Aye-aye, sir.
This they'll all remember.
I'll last longer
than the radiation.
Bypass cut red--
oh god, short.
Are you all
right now, General?
I'm 40 seconds away fromimmortality and killing
southern California.
I couldn't be happier.
I've got it!
Yes!
Oh god--
General quarters, general quarters--
this is not a drill.
General quarters--
We're in position, Captain.
Engineering reports
are standing by.
Seal the door!
It'll flood.
You can't stay in there.
Seal it now!
Just do it!
You tell Arlington to getthis fucking boat home!
Reportsmissile hatch is open.
Captain, one of theTomahawk doors is opening.
Keep us lined up.
Aye-aye, sir.
I hope you're
right, Lieutenant.
Finally, Zhukov--
we win, Zhukov.
We win.
Zhukov, let me tell you
again about paradise.
Zhukov-- Zhukov, what
the hell is that?
The end.
Direct hit, sir!
Engine room, get us
the hell out of here!
OK, gentlemen, give methe red line and then some.
Yes, sir!
Zhukov--
The missiles are knockedsideways in the tubes.
Oh no!
They must not see us like this--
not see us like this!
No!
On no!
They won't.
They won't see anything, Koba.
No one will ever even
know you were here.
We're clear.
Engine room, dead stop!
Let's retire.
Great job, Lieutenant.
What's your status?
We're clear.
What's your status?
Lieutenant Mitchell--
She
didn't make it, sir.
The Americannuclear submarine
USS Manta returned to
the San Diego Naval
shipyards today under
a cloud of secrecy.
The fate of its Captain,
William Arlington,
is still up in the air.
The Navy has bigger
problems to deal
with in the wake of the tankerdisasters in the Gulf of Alaska
last week.
The
pumps are quitting.
HEATHER MITCHELL: Topside communications--
Three minutes till we fall.
I'm stillrunning patches on the inside.
Doanything work on this boat?
Fear is always baggage.
You can make a friend of pain.
Fear always screws you.
It seems I've hadsome luck hitting Russian subs.
Things aren't
always what they seem.
I'm truly sorry.
But you still can't do this.
Don't kill your crew on a hunch.
I'll help you out of
the hole you're in.
Sims, I hardly recognized you.
You look forty.
Sir?
You're getting gray.
If I'm--
No-- you can have
my ear anytime.
Harrison wanted me to, uh--
he wanted me to tell yousomething before he died.
That's bullshit, sir.
I have to tell you something.
Will you walk with me?
Always.