IN RUSSIAN: Cold this morning, Captain.
IN RUSSIAN: Mmm... cold...
and hard.
HORN
IN RUSSIAN: It's time, Captain.
IN RUSSIAN: It's time.
IN RUSSIAN: Time indeed.
What are you doing? You're supposed to be upstairs, sleeping.
Stanley keeps waking me up.
Oh, I get it!
Boy, are you getting heavy!
No more than the usual nonsense. Two stories, two glasses of water...
Jack, you'll miss the plane.
OK, Cricket, listen to me. Go upstairs now and go to sleep.
While I'm on my business trip, I'll get Stanley a brother, OK?
- Will you promise? - I promise.
- Can I get you anything? - No, thank you very much.
If you do try and get some sleep, the flight will go a lot faster.
I can't sleep on a plane. Turbulence.
- Pardon? - Radiation heats the Earth's crust,
warm air rises, cool air descends - turbulence. I don't like that.
Oh. Try to get some sleep anyway.
Dr Ryan?
Jack, boy! Get yourself in here.
- Jesus! You look like hell. - Thank you very much, Admiral.
- Want coffee? - I need some.
I won't ask how your flight went. When did you last get some sleep?
I don't know. This thing's still on London time.
- Milk and sugar? - Milk and sugar.
So, how's Caroline?
Last time I saw her was at your granddad�s place in Maine.
She's fine. Sends you her best.
- And Sally? - She's fine.
What is she now? Three?
No, she's a very precocious five.
She announced the other day
that her life would be less lonely if we were to BUY her a brother.
- Buy one? - Buy one.
But she decided it would be enough if we bought one for Stanley.
- Who's Stanley? - Stanley's a bear.
What's important enough to get you on a plane overnight?
British Intelligence obtained these pictures two days ago.
She's the Red October - the latest Typhoon class.
Big son of a bitch.
12 meters longer than the standard Typhoon, three meters wider.
- Captain's name is Ramius. - One of yours?
Yes. He's taken out the lead boat in each new sub class
for the last ten years. Good political connections.
Trained most of their attack boat skippers.
The Russians call him Vilnius Nastavnic -
the Vilnius schoolmaster.
- What are these doors? - Those doors are the problem.
I don't know what they are, neither do the British.
Perhaps our friends in Murmansk have something new.
I'd like to show these to someone - Skip Tyler.
- Sub driver. - He was, until he lost his leg.
He's teaching at the Academy and consulting for the Navy.
- Clearance? - Top secret or better.
Have a car for Dr Ryan downstairs in ten minutes.
Satellite caught Red October in the Polyarny inlet this morning.
WHALES CALL AND ENGINES RUMBLE
MAN: Do you hear it?
SIGHS No.
At Cal Tech, we used to do this in our sleep. Do you hear it now?
Wait a minute. Maybe. It's buried in surface clutter?
- Yes... - I should go to SAPS?
Correct, Seaman Beaumont.
Signal Algorithmic Processing Systems.
Give it a week, and you'll be teaching at Cal Tech.
So... like Beethoven on the computer,
you have labored to produce...
...a biologic.
- A what? - A whale, Beaumont, a whale.
A marine mammal that knows more about sonar than you do.
Kill the SAPS. Train over to 2-6-9. Let's try it again.
He gets to ragging on you too bad, you can ask him about Pavarotti.
We don't have time. I was teaching Beaumont
the intricacies of modern sonar.
I ain't chief of the boat, I'm queen of the jungle.
- Please... - Tell me, Cob.
OK. Fine. Go ahead.
CLEARS THROAT
Jones is into music in a big way.
He figures this whole boat is his own private stereo set.
- He gets this piece of Pavarotti... - Paganini.
- This is my story. - Then tell it right.
Pavarotti is a tenor, Paganini was a composer.
OK. He's got this music and he's out in the water.
He's listening to it on his headsets, happy as a clam.
Then all hell breaks loose. There's boats out of San Diego...
- Including one, way out at Pearl. - Including one, way out at Pearl.
Suddenly, they start hearing Pavarotti coming out of their asses.
BLEEPING
- What do I do? - I got it.
New contact, bearing 0-9-7.
Designate contact number Sierra 3-5.
- What have you got? - Probably submerged.
I'd say we had a boomer coming out of the barn.
Could be a missile boat, coming out of Polyarny.
- Start your track. I'll be there. - Sonar, aye.
RHYTHMIC KNOCKING
CHATTER OF RUSSIAN VOICES
IN RUSSIAN: Time to open the orders.
IN RUSSIAN: The political officer is in your cabin.
IN RUSSIAN: Very well.
You have the con.
What are you doing?
IN RUSSIAN: I must oversee the stability of the crew, Captain.
By invading my privacy?
Privacy is not of major concern in the Soviet Union.
It's often contrary to the collective good.
"Behold, I am coming as a thief...
"And they gathered them together
"in a place called Armageddon.
IN ENGLISH: "And the seventh angel poured forth his bowl into the air,
"and a voice cried out from Heaven, saying, 'It is done. "'
A man with your responsibilities reading about the end of the world?
And what's this? "I am become death, the destroyer of worlds. "
IN ENGLISH: It's an ancient Hindu text quoted by an American.
- American? - Mm. He invented the atomic bomb.
He was later accused of being a Communist.
You wrote and underlined these passages.
No.
This book belonged to my wife. I keep it for sentimental value.
I'm sorry. Your wife was a beautiful woman.
Her death was unfortunate.
I'm only doing my job. It IS my responsibility.
How many agents did the KGB put aboard my boat?
- Your boat? - Yes.
This vessel belongs to the people of the Soviet Union.
Besides, if the KGB or the GRU has agents aboard,
I would be the last to know.
I suggest we open our orders, Captain.
Certainly, Comrade.
From Commander, Strategic Submarine Forces, Red Banner Northern Fleet...
We are to proceed north to grid square reference 5490...
and rendezvous with Alpha submarine Konovalov.
- Captain Tupolev's boat. - Do you know Tupolev?
I know he descends from aristocracy, that he was your student.
It's rumored he has a special place in his heart for you.
There's little room in his heart for anyone.
Having made contact, we are to run a series of drills.
Tupolev will hunt us while we test our ship.
Having evaluated the operational readiness,
we are to return to Polyarny on the 16th of this month.
Captain, this is an historic moment for all of us.
- Before you proceed... - I know it's not protocol,
but would you permit me to post our orders and inform the crew?
Where I am going... you cannot follow.
Dr Petrov, report to my cabin immediately.
There's been a dreadful accident.
DISTANT SHOUTING
Hey, buddy!
WOMAN: Daniel, got any more rods? More rods!
MAN: There's no cradle underneath. Get over.
Relax! You want to come up here and do it yourself?
Ryan! Who let you in here?
Hey, Skip, they got you playing with models now?
Ahh! Dammit, Bill, tell him to slow down!
MAN: I'm doing it! Slow down, will you?
It's not a model. It's a DSRV, rescue sub.
I know. What are you doing with it?
We're rigging it so it will mate with British, German,
just about anybody's subs.
We can get it anywhere in the world in 24 hours.
- How's your back? - Fine.
Have you got a minute?
Bigger than a regular Typhoon. What are these doors?
You don't miss much, do you?
Those are too big to be torpedo tubes.
Would you launch an ICBM horizontally?
Sure. But why would you want to?
They're symmetrical, right down the long axis of the sub.
- How about a towed sonar array? - No. Too close to the screws.
I'll be...!
This... This could be a caterpillar.
- A what? - A caterpillar drive.
Magneto-hydrodynamic propulsion. Do you follow?
- No. - Like a jet engine for the water.
It goes in the front, out the back.
It's got no moving parts, so it's very quiet.
Like how quiet?
It's doubtful our sonar would pick it up.
If it did, it would sound like whales humping.
Anything but a submarine. We messed with this a couple of years ago.
Couldn't make it work.
They really built this? This isn't a mock-up?
She put to sea this morning.
When I was 12, I helped my daddy build a bomb shelter,
because some fool parked a dozen warheads off the coast of Florida.
This thing could park 200 warheads off Washington and New York,
and no one would know about it until it was over.
- Are you all right, Captain? - Oh, yes.
It's just, to die for something as petty as slipping on tea.
You're blaming yourself. You'll feel better when we put in.
- Put in? - To base, Captain.
We cannot go on without a political officer.
This is a combat vessel and I am the senior combat officer.
We do not cancel operations because of accidents.
Seaman. Come here.
Come here.
- Your name? - Cook's assistant Loginov, sir.
Good. I want you and the doctor to witness this.
I am removing the political officer's missile key... carry on...
and I'm keeping it myself.
We should report this to Red Fleet Command.
That's impossible. Our orders are for strict radio silence.
That's all, Loginov.
This is most unnerving, Captain.
The reason for having two missile keys... is so that no one man...
- may... - May... what?
May arm the missiles. Perhaps I should keep the key.
Thank you. That will be all, Doctor.
When I address the crew, then you will understand.
Yes, sir.
- Petrov. - Yes, sir.
I will try to forget your comments when I present my report.
Thank you, sir.
JONES: Moving steady on 3-1-0. 12 knots at about 20,000 yards.
- You got a make on him? - Computer's chewing on it.
Twin screws. The plant noise sounds like a Typhoon.
PRINTER CLATTERS
JONES: I'd say we got a new boat.
Did I miss something on the boards?
Sub plant hasn't said anything about it.
How many Typhoons have we got in the computer?
- Six, sir. - OK...
Call it Typhoon Seven. Start a tape on him.
- See if we can get a little closer. - Yes, sir.
- Won't he hear us? - Not if we stay in his baffles.
Not if we stay in his baffles.
Come in behind his propeller and he's deaf as a post.
RUSSIAN VOICES
SUDDEN SILENCE
- Any sonar contacts, Mr. Kamarov? - No contacts, Captain.
- The sonar is clear. - Good.
- Any surface contacts, Mr. Borodin? - No contact. Scope is clear.
Good. Then it is time I explain our orders to the crew.
'Comrades, this is your Captain.
'It is an honor to speak to you today,
'and to be sailing on the maiden voyage
'of our motherland's most recent achievement. '
Once more, we play our dangerous game,
a game of chess against our old adversary -
the American Navy.
'For 40 years, your fathers and your older brothers
'played this game and played it well.
'But today the game is different. WE have the advantage. '
It reminds me of the days of Sputnik and Gagarin,
when the world trembled at the sound of our rockets.
They will tremble again at our silence.
The order is engage the silent drive!
Aye, sir. Ballast Control, open outer doors.
Diving Command, engage caterpillar and secure main engines.
Doors opening, Captain.
Comrades, our own fleet doesn't know our full potential.
'They will do everything to test us,
'but they will only test their own embarrassment.
'We will leave our fleet behind. '
We will pass through the American patrols, their sonar nets,
and lay off their largest city,
and listen to their rock 'n' roll while we conduct missile drills.
When we are finished,
they only sound they will hear is our laughter,
'while we sail to Havana, where the sun is warm,
'and so is the comradeship. '
CHEERING
Cryogenic plant coming on line, Captain.
A great day, comrades. We sail into history.
SING RUSSIAN NATIONAL ANTHEM
Caterpillar engaging.
Caterpillar engaging, Captain.
- What happened? - I don't know.
SINGING CONTINUES
- Full rudder left. - Full rudder left.
- Navigator, new course, 2-5-0. - Yes. New course, 2-5-0.
New course, 2-5-0.
BLEEPING
Sonar contact! Port quarter.
Close aboard. American. Los Angeles class.
SINGING CONTINUES
- American, Captain, we... - Course 3-1-0.
Is the American turning to follow us?
No, Captain. The American is continuing on his original course.
- He's continuing northwest. - He can't hear us.
And the singing?
SINGING CONTINUES LOUDLY
Let them sing.
- What? Check your gear. - Running diagnostics now, Captain.
Sonar's working. The Russian disappeared.
He was steady 4,000 yards off the bow, and then he was gone.
- For a second, I thought I heard... - Heard what?
I thought I heard singing, sir.
- Singing? - Yes, sir.
SPEAKING RUSSIAN
Yah, yah...
Yah, yah, yah...
Yah, yah...
Good morning, sir. I hope we had a lovely evening.
- Yah, yah. - A little chilly this morning.
There's a letter from Marko Ramius.
Oh, Marko...
TELEPHONE RINGS
Yes? No, this is Dr Ryan.
What happened?
This is no longer a research project.
I got a line on those doors. You know what they are?
- A nearly-silent propulsion system? - How did you know?
The captain of the sub following her radioed in.
It disappeared right in front of him.
And that's only half of it. Read.
- Oh! - I'm sorry.
- Got your ID? - This is unbelievable!
The Kirov, three Sverdlovsk, the Kiev, the Minsk.
- They've sortied their whole fleet! - That's about the size of it.
- Good afternoon, Admiral. - Good afternoon.
Where are we going, anyway?
Briefing for Jeffrey Pelt.
President's National Security Advisor.
Most of the Joint Chiefs will be there, and a few other people.
- Who's giving the briefing? - You are.
The slides will be laid out for you, so all you've got to do...
Look, no one understands this material better than you.
Give him a precis of the stuff in your hand.
He's liable to ask direct questions. Give him direct answers.
Tell him what you think. Come on!
CLEARS THROAT
Gentlemen, the last 24 hours
have seen some extraordinary Soviet naval activity.
The first to sail was this ship, the Red October,
after the October Revolution of 1917.
A variant of the Typhoon class.
650 feet long and 32,000 tons submerged displacement.
Roughly the same size as a World War II aircraft carrier.
We believe that these doors on the bow and stern
enclose a unique propulsion system,
a magneto-hydrodynamic drive, or caterpillar,
that would enable the sub to run virtually silent.
Possibly, the new drive system allowed the Captain, Ramius,
their most respected commander... Do we have his picture?
...allowed him to elude our attack boat, Dallas,
which trailed Red October from harbor.
It is also possible that this system, if operable,
could render the Red October undetectable to our warning nets.
Mr. Ryan, would you characterize this as a first-strike weapon?
That is a possibility, sir. It is designed to approach by stealth
and shower its target with multiple warheads with no warning.
Goddamn thing is made to start a war.
Proceed, Mr. Ryan.
When Dallas lost contact, there were additional sailings
from Polyarny and Leningrad on the Baltic, and the Mediterranean.
There are now 58 nuclear submarines
headed at high speed into the Atlantic.
A satellite over Polyarny
found heat blooms in the engineering plants of more than 20 vessels,
indicating they were preparing to sail.
This is the bulk of the Soviet surface fleet.
Admiral Greer, your conclusions.
Sir, the data supports no conclusions yet.
The absence of activity in the Pacific
suggests this could be just an exercise.
- It... - Suppose it's not?
Suppose it's a move against NATO?
JUDGE: NSA can speak to that, Mr. Pelt.
This extremely sensitive information must not leave this room.
Before sailing, Captain Ramius sent a letter to Admiral Yuri Padorin,
chairman of the Red Fleet Northern Political Directorate...
- (That's her uncle.) - (Whose uncle?)
(Ramius' wife. Padorin's her uncle.)
The contents of the letter are unknown,
but Admiral Padorin demanded a meeting with Premier Chernenko,
and within minutes of that meeting,
the Soviet fleet sailed with orders to find Red October and sink her.
- Sink her? - They have a madman on their hands.
If it gets within 500 miles of the coast,
we'll have two minutes warning.
EVERYBODY TALKS AT ONCE
- Today's the 23rd? - What?
- It's the 23rd? - Yeah.
You son of a bitch...
You son of a bitch!
SUDDEN SILENCE
You wish to add something to our discussion, Dr Ryan?
I was thinking that perhaps there's another possibility
we might consider. Ramius might be trying to defect.
- Do you mean to suggest... - Proceed, Mr. Ryan.
Well... Ramius trained most of their Officer Corps,
which puts him in a position to select men willing to help him.
He's not Russian.
He's Lithuanian by birth, raised by his grandfather, a fisherman.
He has no children, no ties to leave behind.
And today is the first anniversary of his wife's death.
How can you know what goes on in his mind?
I know Ramius. He's nearly a legend in the submarine community.
He's a maverick. I met him at an embassy dinner.
Have you ever met Captain Ramius?
Admiral Hollis, how long before Ramius could be in a position
- to fire his missiles at us? - Four days.
All right. I'll brief the President. That'll be all.
Dr Ryan, would you stay for a moment? Please.
I said speak your mind, Jack, but Jesus...!
You slammed the door on the General pretty hard.
- It was not my intention. - Yes, it was.
He was patronizing you. In my opinion, he deserved it.
Listen... I'm a politician, which means I'm a cheat and a liar.
When I'm not kissing babies, I'm stealing their lollipops.
But it also means that I keep my options open.
So, let's assume for a minute that you're right,
and this Russian intends to defect.
What do we do about it?
We definitely grab the boat, sir.
Wait a minute. We're not talking about some stray pilot with a MiG,
but several billion dollars' worth of Soviet state property.
They're going to want it back.
Maybe we can get on board to inspect it.
Call it what you want. A Coastguard safety inspection.
So, how do we proceed?
We need to contact the commanders in the Atlantic.
The Russians get one whiff of this and the game is up.
We need to figure out how we can help them.
We must devise a plan to intercede, ready to go at a moment's notice.
Somebody's got to make contact with Ramius,
find out what his intentions are.
OK, when do you leave?
LAUGHS Wait a minute!
I am not field personnel. I am an analyst.
I can't ask any of these characters to go.
They'd never stake their reputation on a hunch, whereas you...
...are expendable?
Something like that.
You have three days to prove your theory correct.
After that... we'll have to hunt down Ramius and destroy him.
Will you do it?
Mother of God!
Secure the mast! All ahead, two thirds! Set depth 900 meters!
What's happened?
WATCH OFFICER: Mast secured, helm set at two thirds.
- Come left, heading 2-0-5. - Pull ahead, 2-0-5.
These orders are seven bloody hours old!
Sitting on the bottom like an addled schoolboy.
- Captain... - All ahead, flank!
Ask the engineer about the possibility
of going 105% on the reactor.
Seven hours! The entire fleet is after him.
Leveling at 900 meters.
Captain, engineer reports 105% on the reactor possible,
but not recommended.
Go to 105 on the reactor.
Captain! What is it? Where are we going?
We are going to kill a friend, Yevgeni.
We are going to kill Ramius.
If you like borscht, but, I'm sorry, I've eaten better.
My wife said, "Where did this man learn to cook? Afghanistan?"
Then we went to the ballet, to see this girl in Giselle.
She was so beautiful. She just married a factory manager...
Excuse me, Doctor.
Do you have the figures for the latest batch of radiation tests?
- Now? - Now.
Perhaps you could bring the preceding set as well.
For comparison. Thank you, Doctor.
It will take him some time.
Before we begin, Captain,
I'd like to know exactly what happened to Putin.
He didn't slip on his tea, did he?
- I don't like your tone, Slavin. - What's my tone got to do with it?
We're risking our lives.
Putin could have caused complications.
Did you think he'd go away and sulk while we carried out our plans?
Are you saying he was murdered?
- My God! - Stop whining, Yuri.
- But murder! How can you justi... - So what? The man was a pig.
- We should have decided together. - You are not in command!
If the crew finds out, we could have a mutiny.
- Nonsense. - They could kill us.
SLAVIN: What happens here affects us all.
The Master-At-Arms is already suspicious.
- We can go back! - RAMIUS: We will not go back.
Before we sailed, I dispatched a letter to Admiral Padorin,
in which I announced our intention to defect.
In the name of God, why?
When he reached the New World, Cortez burned his ships.
As a result, his men were well motivated.
You have signed our death warrants.
Padorin will send the entire fleet.
They'll find us and hunt us...
No one's going to find us. That's enough!
You had to do it?
You couldn't just turn the submarine over to the Americans?
You had to make a political statement.
Or was it something deeper, Captain?
Something that made you unable to simply slip away?
- Was it ego, Captain? - We each have our reasons, Victor.
My own began when I got the blueprints for this ship,
a ship which had but one use. And as for the rest,
well, those are things that I alone must carry the burden for.
Anatoly, you're afraid of our fleet. Well, you should be.
Personally, I give us... one chance in three.
More tea, anyone?
No?
Then you may report back to your posts.
You heard the Captain. Dismissed.
Captain.
Captain, I would never disagree with you in front of the men,
but in this case, Victor was right.
It would have been better if you had not informed Moscow.
Oh, Vassily... Moscow is not the worry,
nor the whole Soviet Navy.
I know their tactics. I have the advantage.
The worry is the Americans.
We meet the right sort... This will work.
We get some... buckaroo...
MAN: Some turbulence, eh, Commander? You don't like flying, huh?
This is nothing. You should've been with us five months ago.
Talk about puke! We ran into a hail storm over the sea of Japan.
Everybody's retchin'. The pilot shot his lunch over the windshield.
I barfed on the radio, knocked it out completely.
It wasn't lightweight stuff, but the chunky, industrial-weight puke.
Hey, you want a bite?
Jack, next time you get a bright idea, just put it in a memo.
SAILOR: Sir!
That'll be all, thank you.
- That Hawkeye from Weymouth Trap? - Caught a gust over the fantail.
- Well, not bad, considering. - The gentleman is here to see you.
Gentleman? What are you talking about, Charlie?
I apologize for the uniform.
It's Admiral Greer's idea of a low profile.
- You work for Jim Greer? - That's right.
Tell me what this is all about.
Captain, you got a minute? Jones has got something you should see.
Get yourself some coffee and I'll have some tea.
Messenger, get the Captain a cup of tea.
Captain...
Sir, when that sub went silent and I thought I heard singing,
I heard something faint in the background.
Then, after those subs took off, I caught it again and got it on tape.
I washed it through the computer and was able to isolate this sound.
SLOW, METALLIC KNOCKING
The computer identified it as magma displacement.
The SAPS software was written to look for seismic events,
and when it gets confused, it runs home to Mama.
- I'm not following you. - I'm sorry, sir.
Listen to it at ten times speed.
RAPID KNOCKING
That's got to be man-made, Captain.
JONES: All right.
First contact was at 09:15, and the bearing was 2-6-9.
At 09:30, it was here.
I came back to it at 11:00 and 11:15, here and here.
Remember the Russian subs running Reykjanes Ridge at high speed,
because they had surveys of the underwater canyon?
Red Route One.
The front door to those canyons was a formation called Thor's Twins.
- Yeah? - Well, look.
- Right into Red Route One. - Captain...
I bet that magma displacement was actually some new Russian sub,
and it's headed for the Iceland coast.
Have I got this straight, Jonesy?
A 40-million-dollar computer tells you you're chasing an earthquake,
but you don't believe it, and you come up with this on your own.
- Yes, sir. - Including all the navigation math?
- Sir, I've... - Relax, Jonesy, you sold me.
Tommy... I want you to plot us a speed course
for the bottom end of Red Route One. We won't find him in those canyons.
Take us to periscope depth. This we've got to phone in.
Aye-aye, Captain.
Hang on, Jonesy.
If I can get you close enough, can you track this sucker?
Yes, sir. Now that I know what to listen for... I'll bag him.
- Carry on. - Yes, sir.
That's the craziest notion I've ever heard. A serving line officer?
An entire ballistic missile sub? They can't all want to defect.
I find it difficult to believe.
- What's his plan? - His plan?
Russians don't take a dump without a plan.
Senior captains don't start something dangerous for no reason.
Is he going to sail into New York and say, "Here I am"?
- It might be that simple. - It may appear that way to the CIA,
but in the North Atlantic with Soviet warships around us,
it gets more complex.
- Smoke? - No, thank you.
I don't think your notion of an inspection's going to wash.
You'd have to tear it apart. It would take months.
Then we'd have to keep it.
What are you going to do with the crew?
Those who don't defect will go back and say we got the boat.
Or did you plan to eliminate them?
We're not at war, sir.
This will only work if you get them off
so they THINK we don't have it.
They'll report we don't have it to their bosses.
Otherwise this is all just academic, right?
Yes, sir, I see your point.
- When's the last time you slept? - A while.
- The chief outside will fix you up. - Thank you, sir.
Captain.
It'll be dawn in a couple of hours. We'll be in the CIC.
Things are liable to get a little dicey around here.
Yes, sir.
- You think he's crazy? - Certifiable.
And I don't care for him wearing the uniform.
Did you see that ring on his finger?
The Academy. Class of '72. A Marine.
- You're kidding? How... - Greer told me.
In his third year, he went down in a chopper accident in the Med.
Bad. Pilot and crew killed.
He spent ten months in traction and another year learning to walk again.
Did his fourth year from the hospital.
It's up to you, but you might consider cutting him a little slack.
Ah, the Russians are going to find that sub before we get near it.
- Passing Thor's Twins, sir. - Very good.
Passing the Twins now, Captain.
'Good. Commence your run. Call me at the first turning. '
Aye, Captain. Mr. Kamarov.
- You may commence your run now. - Aye, sir.
First leg on my mark, course 2-6-0.
Speed, 18 knots. Depth, 270 meters.
Five, four, three, two, one...
Mark!
- Diving command, course 2-6-0. - Course 2-6-0.
- Speed, 18 knots. - Speed, 18 knots.
Stop pissing, Yuri. Give me a stopwatch and a map
and I'll fly the Alps in a plane with no windows.
If the map is accurate enough.
We're in the lane, approaching first turn.
Come left to course 1-9-5, in 30 seconds.
Decrease depth to 200 meters. Maintain speed.
Very good, Navigator.
Captain, we're approaching the first turn. 25 seconds...
Increase speed to 26 knots and recompute.
Navigator, recompute for 26 knots.
Turn on my mark...
Five, four, three, two, one - mark.
- Come left to 1-9-5. - Come left to 1-9-5.
Course 1-9-5, and maintaining speed, 26 knots.
RAMIUS: Mr. Kamarov?
Next leg, Captain, come right to course 2-4-0
at... 8 minutes and 40 seconds.
Good. Maintain course and speed.
(Too fast, Vassily, too fast.)
(Those charts are laid out precisely.)
(So many knots on a course for so many seconds.)
(This thing handles like a pig.)
(Watch your bearing, Mr. Stavin.)
15 seconds to turn, Captain. Should we decrease speed?
- Negative. Prepare to come right. - Aye, sir.
KAMAROV: Eight, seven,
six, five, four, three, two, one - mark.
15 degrees down angle on the bow planes.
Come right 2-4-0. Move it!
KAMAROV: We're in the lane. Next leg,
34 minutes to the Neptune Massif. Course 2-4-0.
LOUD BANG
- What happened? - The cryogenic plant!
The magnets aren't being cooled.
Temperature in the caterpillar is 50 degrees above red line and rising.
- It's going to melt. - Kill it!
- Captain? - 'What happened? '
- The cryogenic plant failed. - 'Reactor damage? '
There was a power spike, but the reactor scrammed.
- Was there radiation leakage? - I don't know yet, dammit!
- How long will it take to fix? - I have to see what's wrong.
Could be the liquid helium or the superconductors.
Captain, we have to stop until we can repair the caterpillar unit.
'Negative. We'll run on normal propulsion. '
Captain, we will not be silent.
Make revolutions for 20 knots and engage the propellers.
Aye, Captain.
- Commence engine start up. - The man will get us all killed.
The Captain knows what he's doing.
Doctor.
Naval activities? I have no knowledge of this.
But, of course, I'm no sailor.
Mr. Ambassador, you have nearly 100 naval vessels in the North Atlantic.
Your aircraft has dropped enough sonar buoys
for a man to walk from Greenland to Scotland without getting wet.
Shall we dispense with the bull?
You make your point as delicately as ever, Mr. Pelt.
- But... - What looks like an exercise
could be a prelude to war. How can we tell the difference?
Prudence demands that we deploy our ships to observe yours.
Your government ought to consider that having your ships and ours -
your aircraft and ours - in such proximity is inherently dangerous.
Wars have begun that way, Mr. Ambassador.
- We have lost a submarine. - Lost it?
We fear she may be down, and... This is embarrassing, but...
several of the officers are sons of... high party officials.
One is even the son of a Central Committee member. I cannot say who.
This is a massive rescue operation?
That is correct.
I'm terribly sorry. How can we help?
- I'm not sure... - Perhaps a joint rescue mission?
That is very gracious of you, sir. I'll pass your offer on.
But we are doing all that can be done.
Captain?
Our strategy depends on your answer. The fleet will know where we are...
Captain! We've been overflown by a low altitude multi-engine turboprop.
Put it on audio.
DISTANT SOUND OF PLANE
Short transients, close aboard.
Water entry of small objects!
Sonar buoys.
- Battle stations. - Battle stations!
- Battle stations!
How long to Neptune Massif?
- How long? - Four minutes, ten seconds.
- Shall we bottom the boat? - Too late for that.
We've run out of time. Countermeasures.
- Prepare to launch a full spread. - Aye, sir.
Request permission to launch the weapon.
You are authorized to launch the weapon.
The weapon is away.
High speed screw! Torpedo in the water!
Stand by.
Torpedo is active!
Torpedo has acquired!
- Launch countermeasures. - Launch countermeasures, aye, sir.
We're in the lane.
- How long to the turn? - Two minutes, nine seconds.
We have no room to maneuver. If the...
Shut up!
Torpedo has reached countermeasures.
- Torpedo has lost contact. - Massif approaching.
Torpedo has reacquired. Torpedo has reacquired and is homing.
Give me the count.
Turn at Massif, 40 degrees starboard in 30 seconds.
- Time to torpedo impact? - 35 seconds.
- Increase to flank. - Full ahead flank.
- Torpedo impact 40 seconds.
35 seconds.
BORODIN: 30 seconds.
Turn at Massif in... seven, six,
five, four, three, two, one - mark.
BORODIN: Torpedo impact 25 seconds.
- The turn, Captain. - Not yet.
KAMAROV: Mark plus eight seconds, plus nine, plus ten seconds,
plus 11, plus 12, plus 13 seconds, plus 14, plus 15 seconds.
Captain, if we're out of position...
Torpedo impact now 15 seconds.
Sound collision.
- Sound collision! - We're out of the lane!
- You're relieved. - Borodin?
MOUTHING
Right full rudder! Reverse starboard engine!
Right full rudder! All back starboard shaft!
Torpedo impact 12 seconds.
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five...
RAMIUS: Navigator! Mark your heading!
MEN SHOUTING
Captain! They're really shooting at us!
- Pull yourself together! - Why?
Easy boy. If they were really shooting at us... we'd be dead by now.