[ThunderRumbling]
This is Richard Valeriani reporting live...
for CNN from the French aircraft carrier Foch...
somewhere in the Mediterranean.
Six days ago, as the rebellion in Chechnya...
spread to the neighboring Caucasus republics, the Russian president...
ordered massive bombing strikes against rebel positions...
around Rutul and Belokany.
Appalled at the loss of human life, the President of the United States...
joined by the French president and the British prime minister...
suspended all foreign aid to Russia.
Ultranationalist leader Vladimir Radchenko...
denounced the U.S. Pressure as an act of war...
against the Russian Republic and Russian sovereignty.
Denouncing his own president as a U.S. Puppet...
he called on the Russian people to join him in revolt.
He said, "This brutish and hypocritical American intervention...
will not go unanswered."
On Tuesday, at 10:00 in the morning Moscow time...
the Russian parliament was suspended and martial law was declared.
With the government in crisis, the Russian Republic...
was entering into what can only be described as a state of civil war.
Then yesterday at dawn, Radchenko and rebel forces...
seized the region around Vladivostok, including a naval base...
and a nuclear missile base housing Russian ICBMs.
As regular Russian military forces move in to encircle Radchenko...
allied military forces are in a state of high alert.
These French planes taking off behind me...
have been deployed near the Caucasus since the beginning of the crisis...
and a crisis which started in the Caucasus
has now spread to the Far East...
and appears to be turning into the worst standoff since the Cuban missile crisis.
This is Richard Valeriani reporting live for CNN...
from the French aircraft carrier Foch, somewhere in the Mediterranean.
Abracadabra!
- I can't hear you. - [Screaming] Abracadabra!
[Children Exclaiming]
I need a volunteer from the audience.
- [Kids] Me! Me! - Me, me, me!
A brave volunteer.
[Kids] Me! Me! Me!
Preferably...
Preferably somebody who was born on October 18...
nineteen hundred and ninety.
That's you, honey. That's you.
[Magician] Over here? Over here?
Ahh! You must be the birthday girl.
- What's your name? - Robin.
[TV] Russian ultranationalist leader, backed by his rebel army...
threatened nuclear attack on the United States and Japan.
The threats come as a response to U.S. Involvement in Chechnya...
and are not considered idle.
Now sit on the board.
And tell me, Robin, do you believe in magic?
- Where'd he go? - Good. Because if you believe...
- I'll get him. - We can suspend you in the air...
- Be right back. - Without the help of a flying carpet.
Meeting in an emergency session...
You'll miss your daughter's levitation.
While the President is sequestered with his joint chiefs of staff.
[Automatic Gunfire]
That footage was taken yesterday, but half an hour ago...
surrounded by hostile forces, rebel leader Vladimir Radchenko...
Maybe it's not as bad as it looks.
- [Phone Rings] - Threatened to use nuclear arms on the United States and Japan...
should anyone, including the Russian Army, attempt to move in on him.
[Ringing Continues]
- Based on the history of this man... - [Pager Beeps]
- This can't be viewed as an idle threat. - [Beeper Continues]
- Sander Vanocur standing by... - It is.
Commander Hunter.
[Thunder Rumbling]
- [Classical] - Annapolis.
Five patrols on fast attacks.
Two on boomers; one as X.O.
- [Continues] - Hmm.
A year at... Excuse me. Harvard?
I talked to your former C.O. He tells me he tried to adopt you.
As you no doubt heard, my X.O. Has appendicitis.
He's the best I ever had.
I need a good man to fill his spot.
Your name was at the top of the list.
Well, that's good to know, sir.
It was a short list.
Your interests, Mr. Hunter. What do you like to do? Do you, uh...
Do you paint, play ball, play an instrument, ride motorcycles, what?
- I ride horses. - Horses.
What's the best horse you ever rode?
- Arabian, sir. - An Arabian? That's a powerful animal.
- Yes. - [Chuckles]
- You ever ridden one? - Me? Are you kidding?
Nah, I couldn't handle an Arabian. Nah, just give me an old paint.
Yeah, horses are fascinating animals.
Dumb as fence posts but very intuitive.
In that way, they're not too different from high school girls.
They might not have a brain in their head...
but they do know all the boys want to fuck 'em.
Don't have to be able to read Ulysses to know where they're comin' from.
- No, sir. - [Barking]
He approves of you.
Jack Russells. Smartest dogs alive.
Name's Bear. Goes everyplace with me.
Well, welcome aboard the Alabama, son.
- Do me proud. - I will, sir.
- Congratulations, Mr. Hunter. - Thank you.
If one Russian citizen is killed...
and I am president...
then I will kill 900,000 of the people who are responsible.
- You'd use nuclear weapons? - Yes, I would hit them... - Attention!
With nuclear weapons.
- At ease. Be seated. - [Reporter] Sir, such talk is highly inflammatory.
[Radchenko] My dear young lady, I do not engage in "talk."
These are serious threats, which I hope to be in the position to carry out.
I take it you've seen enough?
Gentlemen, after a nice little vacation, looks like we're back at it again.
I hope you enjoyed the peace, because as of now, we're back in business.
In the good old days of Cold War, the Russians could always be depended on...
doing whatever is in their own best interests.
But this Radchenko's playing a whole new ball game with a whole new set of rules.
Now I've heard people talk...
but I don't think this man's talking to get his picture in the paper.
He seems to have a serious weed up his ass and a legitimate gripe.
Always a dangerous combination. And I think he's capable...
of doing every damn thing he says he's going to do.
That's why we have to go out there and give the man a moment of pause.
So ends theory. Thus, let us begin the facts.
We've been informed by the NSA...
that an entire rebel corps of the Russian Army is involved.
That's four armored divisions numbering 60,000 men.
There seems to be massive defections.
Vladimir seems to be winning the hearts and minds of the Russian soldiers.
- Admiral. - Thank you.
They've seized the region by the Chinese and North Korean borders.
That includes a submarine base...
from which they've surged four Akula-class attack subs.
They have acquired a nuclear base at Artem...
that houses 25 hardened silos for Russian ICBMs...
armed with up to ten warheads apiece.
Now the Russian government has assured us that talks are underway.
They claim that Radchenko forces do not possess the launch codes.
But if Radchenko were to crack them...
they could launch against our west coast direct...
or come in over the Pole, take out Washington and New York.
[Admiral] The Commander-in-Chief...
has directed U.S. Military forces...
to set DEFCON four.
We've been ordered to get underway at 0600 hours...
to assume alert coverage, mid-Pacific, the Far Eastern TVD target package.
Please keep your men informed.
Lieutenant Commander Hunter is our new X.O.
Please bring him up to speed on ship's personnel and supplies. Admiral?
- No, that's it. - On your feet.
- [Door Closes] - [Men Muttering]
- Here we go again, Commander. - Thank you.
You bet. Hey, Bobby. This is Bobby Dougherty. He's Supplies.
- Pleasure, Dougherty. - Billy Linkletter, TSO.
- Mr. Linkletter. - Commander. - And you know Darik.
- Yes. Westergaurd. Long time no see. - How's Julia?
- She's excellent. - Good.
- And Roy Zimmer, Communications. - Welcome aboard.
- Thank you. - We served together on the Baton Rouge.
- Twice. - That's right. We're lucky to have him.
- I think his dog gave me the final seal of approval. - He's crazy about that dog.
Takes him everywhere. The Navy looks the other way 'cause he's Ramsey.
Navy looks the other way 'cause he's one of the few skippers left who've seen combat.
- He took SEALS into Panama in '89. - Tomahawks in the Gulf in '91.
- Took out eight or nine X.O. S in '94? - Ouch.
- Last one caught what? Appendicitis? - Yeah, right.
[Man Shouting]
- The Enemy Below. - Robert Mitchum.
- And? - And what?
- Robert Mitchum. - Incomplete answer.
- The German guy with the white hair? - Yeah. What's his name?
- Who was it? - Curt Jurgens.
[Couple Shouting]
Hardy Kruger.
[Laughing] No way.
- Robert Shaw in his Nazi period. - [Laughs]
Question is invalid. We're even.
- Whoo. - How you doin'?
- I'm fine. Thanks. - Good. Address me as "sir" when you speak to me!
Stand at attention, sailor!
Is he gonna fit in the sub?
Doubtful.
Who played the German sub commander in The Enemy Below with Robert Mitchum?
- Was it Curt Jurgens or Hardy Kruger? - Sir...
Wrong answer! Drop down and give me 20! Now!
- Move! Move! - One. [Straining] Two.
- Run Silent, Run Deep. - [Sailor] Three.
The guy with the ears and a little moustache.
- Cary Grant. - [Grunts]
I'm worried about "T."
[Whining]
- Why? - She doesn't know what's goin' on.
I think she thinks I'm goin' away forever.
- I'll take care of her. - You will?
- Yeah. - You promise?
I promise.
- I love you, Dad. - I love you too, son.
[Kissing]
Okay.
[Sighs] You know I don't know what to say.
Just say good-bye.
See you in my dreams.
Give me a kiss.
- Davis. - How you doin', sir?
Crew present and accounted for, sir.
Little ducks...
there's trouble in Russia.
So they called us.
We're going over there and bringing...
the most lethal killing machine ever devised.
We're capable...
of launching more firepower...
than has ever been released in the history of war.
For one purpose alone:
To keep our country safe.
We constitute the front line...
and the last line of defense.
[Thunder Rumbling]
I expect and demand...
your very best.
Anything less, you should have joined the Air Force.
[Men Laughing]
This might be our Commander-in-Chief's Navy...
but this is my boat.
And all I ask is that you keep up with me.
And if you can't...
that strange sensation you'll be feeling in the seat of your pants...
will be my boot in your ass.
- Mr. Cob? - Yes, sir!
You're aware of the name of this ship, aren't you, Mr. Cob?
Very aware, sir!
It bears a proud name, doesn't it, Mr. Cob?
Very proud, sir!
- It represents fine people. - Very fine people, sir!
- Who live in a fine, outstanding state. - [Cob] Outstanding, sir!
In the greatest country in the entire world.
[Cob] In the entire world, sir.
- And what is that name, Mr. Cob? - Alabama, sir!
- And what do we say? - [Both] Go, 'Bama!
[All] Roll tide!
Chief of the boat, dismiss the crew.
Dismiss the crew. Aye, aye, sir.
Crew! Department heads! Attend to your departments!
- Fall out! - [Men Cheering]
Here. Part of your qualification for command.
[Sighs]
The last breath of polluted air for the next 65 days.
Gonna miss it.
I don't trust air I can't see. [Chuckles]
[Ramsey] This is my favorite part. Right here, right now.
Bravo, Hunter.
Sir?
You knew to shut up and enjoy the view.
Most eggheads want to talk it away.
Your stock just went up a couple of points.
Thank you, sir.
Allow me to give you a tiny bit of advice.
If you want your own boat someday...
the very worst thing you can do is worry about yourself or try to impress me.
I can't stand save-asses, and I won't abide kiss-asses.
You keep your priorities straight: Your mission and your men.
How you like that cigar?
- It's good, sir. - It's your first.
Yeah. [Coughing]
[Chuckling] Don't like it too much. They're more expensive than drugs.
X.O., take her down.
Take her down. Aye, sir.
Control/Bridge: Sounding.
Bridge/Control: Sounding 130 fathoms.
[Men's Choir Singing]
- Lookouts, clear the bridge. - Clear the bridge. Aye, sir.
Officer of the deck, prepare to dive.
- Captain down. - Captain is down.
[Dive Alarm Ringing]
[Men's Choir]
- X.O. Down. - X.O. Is down.
[Choir Continues]
- Submerge the ship. - Diving Officer, submerge the ship.
- Make your depth 150 feet. - Make my depth 150 feet. Aye, sir.
Chief of the watch, on the 1MC, dive, dive!
Make your depth 150 feet.
Five degree down bubble.
- [Zimmer] I don't understand. - [Dougherty] You don't understand?
Radchenko is a fanatic, okay? He's a potential Hitler.
- Somebody should just shoot him. - I have no problem with that.
- Good. - Well, it's fanatics who make history.
- Colonel Patton was a fanatic. - That's what made him great.
[Linkletter] You think this guy is Patton?
He's a dangerous lunatic, threatening nuclear war, and he means it.
What's that make us, since we're the only nation to ever drop a nuclear bomb?
It makes us a prime target. There's a half a dozen...
other Third World countries with atom bombs who'd love to drop one on us.
[Dougherty] That's right. That's why we should drop one on them.
Are you a communist? You have a problem with us dropping nuclear bombs on Japan?
- Shut up, Dougherty. - You think it was a mistake, Mr. Hunter?
Sir?
Using the bomb on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
- Well, if I thought that, sir, I wouldn't be here. - [Ramsey Laughing]
- Interesting way you put that. - How'd I put it, sir?
Very carefully.
[Men Laughing]
You do qualify your remarks.
Somebody asked me if we should have bombed Japan...
a simple, "Yes, by all means, sir. Drop that fucker. Twice."
- [Men Laughing] - I don't mean to suggest...
that you're indecisive, Mr. Hunter.
Not at all.
Just, um... complicated.
[Chuckles]
Of course, that's the way the Navy wants you.
Me, they wanted simple.
- Well, you certainly fooled them, sir. - [Laughs]
Be careful there, Mr. Hunter.
It's all I got to rely on: Bein' a simpleminded son of a bitch.
Rickhover gave me my command...
a checklist, a target and a button to push.
All I had to know is how to push it.
They'd tell me when. They seem to want you to know why.
I would hope they'd want us all to know why, sir.
At the Naval War College...
it was metallurgy and nuclear reactors, not 19th-century philosophy.
[Stifled Laugh]
"War is a continuation of politics by other means."
Von Clausewitz.
I think, sir, that what he was actually trying to say was a little more...
- Complicated? - [Men Laughing]
Yes, the purpose of war is to serve a political end...
but the true nature of war is to serve itself.
[Laughing] I'm very impressed.
In other words, the sailor most likely to win the war...
is the one most willing to part company with the politicians...
and ignore everything except the destruction of the enemy.
You'd agree with that.
I'd agree that, uh, that's what Clausewitz was trying to say.
But you wouldn't agree with it?
No, sir, I do not. No, I just think that in the nuclear world...
the true enemy can't be destroyed.
[Chuckling, Tapping Glass] Attention on deck.
Von Clausewitz will now tell us exactly who the real enemy is.
- [Laughing] - Von?
[Men Laughing]
In my humble opinion, in the nuclear world...
the true enemy is war itself.
[Martha And The Vandellas] Everywhere I go your face I see
Every step I take
- You take with me - [Singing Along With Tape]
Nowhere to run to, baby
Nowhere to hide
Got nowhere to run, baby
Nowhere to hide
I know you're no good for me
But free of you I'll never be, baby
[Yelling]
Move!
Fire in the galley! Chief of the watch, sound the general alarm!
[Alarm Ringing]
[P.A.] Forward damage control, bring additional fire extinguishers to the...
- [Coughing] - Fire's out of control. He's hurtin'.
- You hit the kill switch? - Couldn't get to it. Too hot.
[Fire Roaring, Men Shouting]
[Alarm Ringing]
[Shouting]
[P.A.] Attention, all hands. Fire has been contained.
Damage control party, assess damage and report to Control.
- Initiate weapons system readiness test. - Aye, sir.
[Tapping Keyboard]
All right, station a reflash watch. This thing could flare back up again.
[Computer Beeping]
[Beeping]
Conn/Radio: We are receiving flash traffic emergency action message.
Recommend alert one. Recommend alert one.
Alert one. Man battle stations missile for weapons systems readiness test.
- Spin up all missiles. - What the hell is he runnin' a missile drill now for?
- You're in charge. - Aye, sir.
[P.A.] Man battle stations missiles for weapons system readiness test.
Spin up all missiles. This is an exercise.
- [Men Chattering] - Captain's in Control.
I agree. The message is properly formatted.
Sir, we have a properly formatted emergency action message...
for weapons system readiness test, sir.
- I concur, sir. - Where's the X.O.?
- Sir. - Good of you to make it, Mr. Hunter.
Get the authenticator.
[Panting] Get the authenticator.
[Coughing]
Let's go.
Sir, request permission to authenticate.
Permission granted. Authenticate.
"Alpha, Alpha, Bravo, Echo, Charlie, Zulu, Tango."
- Captain, message is authentic. - I concur, sir.
- I agree. - Message is authentic.
Sir, your captain's missile key.
Set condition 1Sq for WSRT. This is the captain. This is an exercise.
Set condition 1Sq for WSRT. This is the X.O. This is an exercise.
Captain, that fire in the galley could still flare...
Now is not the time. Make your depth 150 feet. All stop.
Make my depth 150 feet. All stop. Aye, sir.
Weapons/Conn: Simulate pressurizing, all tubes.
Conn/Weapons: Simulate pressurizing, all missiles. Aye, aye, sir.
Simulate pressurizing, all missiles.
Simulate pressurizing, all missiles. Aye.
[Beeps]
All stations, proceed to 1Sq.
Ready all missiles for launch. Come on, guys. Let's go!
Weapons/Captain:
Report approximate time for 1Sq.
Captain/Weapons: Approximate time to weapons system 1Sq:
Fourteen minutes, sir.
Ship is at launch depth. Ready to hover, sir.
- Very well. Commence hovering. - Commence hovering. Aye, sir.
Control/Sick Bay: Chief Petty Officer Marichek is undergoing cardiac arrest.
- We're beginning CPR. - Chief of the watch, on the 1MC.
Gentlemen, may I have your attention, please?
We've received word that a shipmate is experiencing a medical problem.
We're terminating the drill. Mr. Mahoney, take the conn. I'm going below.
- X.O. - [Mahoney] Aye, sir. I have the conn.
Clear.
It's okay, Chief.
Thank you, sir. Sorry, sir.
[Classical]
[Softly] Hiya, boy. Hiya, hiya, hiya.
How ya doin'? Oh, boy. Yeah.
So, Mr. Hunter, do you think I was wrong to run that drill?
Not necessarily, sir.
- Do you think I got that man killed? - No, sir.
One thing had nothing to do with the other. It was an accident.
- Would you have run the drill? - No, sir, I wouldn't have.
Why not?
The fire in the galley could have flared back up.
- I would have seen to it first, sir. - I'm sure you would have.
Me, on the other hand, I tend to think that's the best time to run a drill.
Confusion on the ship is nothing to fear.
It should be taken advantage of.
Lest you forget, Mr. Hunter, we are a ship of war, designed for battle.
You don't just fight battles when everything is hunky-dory.
What'd you think, son? I was just some crazy old coot putting everyone...
in harm's way as I yell "yee-haw"?
That was not my first thought, sir.
But there's no excuse. At the time I was fighting the fire in the galley...
I did not agree with your call, sir.
Take a seat.
[Sighs]
Just so we understand each other...
I don't have any problems with questions or doubts.
As I said to you before, I'm not seeking the company of kiss-asses.
When you got somethin' to say to me, you say it in private.
And if privacy doesn't permit itself, then you bite your fucking tongue.
- Are we clear about that, Commander? - As a bell, sir.
Those sailors out there are just boys...
boys who are training to do a terrible and unthinkable thing, and if that ever occurs...
the only reassurance they'll have that they're doing the proper thing...
is gonna derive from their unqualified belief in the unified chain of command.
That means we don't question each other's motives in front of the crew.
It means we don't undermine each other.
It means in a missile drill...
they hear your voice right after mine, without hesitation.
- Do you agree with that policy, sailor? - Absolutely, sir.
We're here to preserve democracy, not to practice it.
There'll be a memorial service in the enlisted men's mess at 1100 hours.
- Go see to it. - Aye, aye, sir.
Oh, Hunter.
Short of the outbreak of World War III...
the ship sinking or being attacked by a giant octopus...
I'd like to be undisturbed for the next 30 minutes.
I'll see to it, sir.
By the way, it was Marichek's 300 pounds that killed him.
Not the fire.
Dismissed.
[Sighs]
One, two, three, four.
Back. Back.
One, two. One, two.
- You okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.
Does it make any sense to you to start a drill in the middle of a fire?
- Fire was out, wasn't it? - Yeah, and a man died too.
- Not 'cause of what the captain did. - What?
Not 'cause of what the captain did.
Weps...
a fire is a serious threat to the ship.
- Now where was he? Why didn't he check it out first, huh? - That's his style.
- He's a hard-ass. - So what?
So you wanna fight him, go ahead.
You wanna get along, you gotta get to understand him a little bit.
Two schools of thought here. To him, you're Annapolis...
Harvard, expert on theory, well-versed in world affairs.
Ha!
He's had his head up his ass drivin' ships for the last 25 years.
He's probably a little paranoid about that.
I mean, Navy's all he's got.
Navy and that little rat-dog of his.
That's why his wife left him.
So what are you saying?
I'm just sayin' watch out. Give him a little room.
Let him get to know you.
You do pants too?
Conn/Radio: Receiving emergency action message.
Recommend alert one. Recommend alert one!
Alert one! Alert one! Incoming emergency action message!
Alert one! Alert one! Incoming EAM.
[Zimmer] Captain.
Captain has asked me to brief you...
on the emergency action message we just received.
As you know, before we got underway...
the Russian army was in position and circling the rebel camps...
and Radchenko started making extravagant threats should anyone move in on him...
that he would launch his land-based nuclear weapons at the United States and at Japan.
The only safeguard was that the Russian government controlled the launch codes.
Intel now indicates that those launch codes have been compromised.
U.S. Military forces have been directed to set DEFCON three.
The last time we hit this state of emergency...
was 32-and-a-half years ago during the Cuban missile crisis.
So this is what it's all about, gentlemen. It's what we train for.
Captain.
The NCA has determined that...
should our satellites detect rebel missiles being fueled...
which means they could be launched in just over one hour...
we'll be compelled to act.
Now given our patrol sector here in the Emperor Sea Mounts...
it seems clear that our friends in the Pentagon...
are setting us up for a potential preemptive strike.
It's important to remain focused.
Keep your men informed.
Any questions?
Dismissed.
- We lost that frying unit, and then... - [Glass Shattering]
- We can't get the same capacity in... - [Men Shouting]
- [Glass Shattering] - Hey, man!
I'm gonna fuck you up! Get out! Get...
Get out of here, man! Get him out! Motherfucker!
- Fuckin' piece of shit. - Bennefield, you crazy, man?
- Rivetti, what's up? - I'm sorry, sir.
- It's just a difference of opinion that got out of hand. - What about?
It's really too silly to talk about, sir. I'd rather just forget about...
I don't give a damn about what you'd rather forget about. Why were you two fighting?
I said that the Kirby Silver Surfer was the only real Silver Surfer...
and that the Moebius Silver Surfer was shit.
And Bennefield's a big Moebius fan, and...
It just got out of hand. I pushed him; he pushed me.
- I lost my head, sir. I'm sorry. - Rivetti, you're a supervisor.
You can get a commission like that.
I know it, sir. You're 100% right.
- It'll never happen again. - It better not happen again.
I see this kind of nonsense, I'm gonna write you up. You understand?
- Do you understand? - Yes, sir.
You have to set an example even in the face of stupidity.
Everybody that reads comic books knows that Kirby Silver Surfer is the only true Silver Surfer.
- Now am I right or wrong? - [Chuckling] You're right, sir.
- All right. Get out of here. - Yes, sir.
- Captain. - How can I help you?
Test results from the missile drill.
This the best they can do?
No, sir, but that's what they did.
I want this down to five minutes. Train on it.
Yes, sir.
Tell your buddy Weps we're gonna do it again.
We're gonna keep on doin' it until he gets it right.
Damn.
Feels like the whole crew needs a kick in the ass.
Or a pat on the back, sir.
I just witnessed a fight down in crew's mess. No big deal, but...
I think the men are a little on edge with all we're going through.
- Morale seems to be a bit low. - [Chuckling]
Well, you seem to have the pulse of the men.
Thank you, sir.
May I have your attention, please?
Summer's here and the time is right
- Mr. Hunter has informed me... - For dancin' in the street
that morale may be a bit low...
that you may be a bit...
- On edge. - On edge.
So I suggest this:
Any crew member who feels he can't handle the situation...
can leave the ship right now.
Gentlemen, we're at DEFCON three.
War is imminent.
This is the captain.
That is all.
Very inspiring, sir.
Come on, Bear. Come on. Come on.
[Beep]
Sup? Come here.
You hear that?
[Beeping]
I've got a broadband contact bearing 047.
Assigning tracker sierra in ATF.
Conn/Sonar: We have a possible submerged submarine bearing 047.
Designate contact: Master 28.
Sonar/Conn: Aye. Man battle stations torpedo.
- Rig for ultraquiet. - Make tubes one and four fully ready.
Make tubes one and four fully ready. Aye, sir.
[Alarm Ringing]
[P.A.] Man battle stations torpedo.
[Alarm Continues]
- All right, what do you got? - Sir, we have a possible submerged submarine...
bearing 049, designate master 28.
- [Beeping] - Best depth for evasion, sir, is 831 feet to avoid that sub.
Lieutenant Mahoney, this is the captain.
Increase your speed to standard. Come left to course 270.
Make your depth 831 feet, smartly.
- You find out who that is. - Aye, sir.
- Who are you, sweetheart? - Helm, all ahead standard.
Dive. Make your depth 831 feet, smartly.
Aye, sir.
[Beeping]
Conn/Radio: Receiving emergency action message! Recommend alert one.
- Recommend alert one. - Recommend alert one.
Alert one! Alert one! Incoming emergency action message.
Captain, we have a properly formatted emergency action message...
from National Command Authority for strategic missile launch, Captain.
- I concur, sir. - Get the authenticator.
Chief of the watch, secure for battle stations torpedo.
Man battle stations missile for strategic launch.
Secure for battle stations torpedo.
- Man battle stations missile... - Sir, request permission to authenticate.
Permission granted. Authenticate.
"Bravo, Echo, Echo, Charlie...
Alpha, Tango, Alpha."
"Bravo, Echo, Echo, Charlie...
Alpha, Tango, Alpha."
- Message is authentic, sir. - I concur, sir.
- Message is authentic.
Sir, your captain's missile key.
This is the captain. Set condition 1Sq for strategic missile launch.
- [Turns Radio Down] - Spin up missiles 1 - 5 and 20 - 24.
The release of nuclear weapons has been authorized.
This is not a drill.
X.O., take the conn. I'm going to my stateroom for the launch keys.
X.O. Has the conn.
Set condition 1Sq for strategic missile launch.
Spin up missiles 1 - 5, 20 - 24.
The release of nuclear weapons has been authorized.
This is the X.O.
Conn/Weapons: Estimated time to 1Sq for strategic launch...
is 14 minutes, sir.
One, two, three, four, five, six.
Go, sailor, go.
[P.A.] Set condition 1Sq for strategic missile launch.
- Comin' through! - Spin up missiles 1 - 5...
and 20 - 24.
- I have the conn. - The captain has the conn.
Passing 550 feet.
Conn/Radio: Sir, we're out of VLF radio range. Full message capacity is cut off.
Radio/Conn: Extend extremely low frequency antenna.
Passing 600 feet. Coming to 831 feet, sir.
[Beeping]
Oh, Jesus. Oh, God.
Uh, Conn/Sonar: Uh, sir, we have his classification.
Mark that tape. Get the classification on your monitor.
- Rivetti, what the hell is going on? - Sir, the master 28...
is classified as a Russian Akula-class hunter-killer.
Bearing 196, sir! He's close, but I don't think he's spotted us.
- Stay on him! - Aye, sir.
- Captain has the conn. - [Cob] Passing 800 feet, sir.
Continue to dive. Give me five degree down bubble.
- Continue rigging for ultraquiet. - Aye, aye, sir.
Five degree down bubble. Rigging for ultraquiet, sir.
Gentlemen, this is the captain.
We have an Akula-class submarine out there.
We know Radchenko controls at least four submarines. This could be one of them.
Russian rebels have threatened to launch against our country...
and are fueling right now.
They will have launch capability in 60 minutes.
We have orders to launch our missiles, which is exactly what we're going to do.
We are rigging for ultraquiet. All hands, be ready.
This is as real as it gets.
We'll presume nothing, defend ourselves at all cost.
If that sub even comes around or opens up a tube door, we'll take her out.
Passing 900 feet.
- He's gone. - Like hell he is.
He's up there.
950.
Conn/Weapons: Missile systems ready to launch in 11 minutes.
[Beeping]
Conn/Radio: Receiving transmission on extremely low frequency receiver, sir.
Very well. Mr. Hunter, go to Radio, please.
[Beeping]
- Okay, pull up the code. X.O. - What do you got?
Incoming EAM, but we're too deep to receive any radio communication, sir.
[Signal Blaring]
- Captain. - X.O.
We got a limited radio transmission indicating an incoming EAM.
We need to go shallow to reestablish communications.
With that sub still up there?
Mr. Hunter, it's my inten...
- Come up to conn, Mr. Hunter. - Yes, sir.
- Zero bubble. - Zero bubble. Aye, sir.
1275 feet, sir.
[P.A.] Conn/Weapons: Missile systems ready to launch in ten minutes.
- Sir. - [P.A.] Attention, all hands.
- Ship has been rigged for ultraquiet. - Captain?
When our missile system is ready, Mr. Hunter...
it is my intention to rise to launch depth...
launch our birds and then get the hell out of there.
Not until then.
I can't jeopardize the safety of this ship.
Yes, sir.
May I suggest that we float the buoy, sir? We have enough cable.
That should give us enough reach to receive the EAM transmission.
Sir.
Very well. Float the buoy.
Chief of the watch, float the buoy.
Float the radio buoy. Aye, sir.
[Chief Of The Watch] Radio buoy deploying, sir. Tension 2,000 pounds.
Very well.
Conn/Weapons: Estimated time to 1Sq: 8 minutes, 30 seconds, sir.
[Metal Grinding]
- [Panel Beeping] - The winch!
- Conn/Sonar: We have a sound short from the buoy winch! - Stop the goddamn winch!
- [Grinding Stops] - Winch is stopped, sir!
Goddamn it.
TSO, is that sound still out there?
- Sonar/TSO: Is that sound still out there? - [Faint Radio Transmission]
Sound's gone, sir.
- [Sonar Bleeping] - I'm getting something.
- [Bleeping Continues] - Sup, he's comin' around!
Conn/Sonar: The Akula's turning toward, sir!
Conn/Sonar: Torpedo in the water! Bearing 241!
Conn/Sonar: Second torpedo in the water! Bearing 242!
All ahead flank! Right full rudder!
Conn/Sonar: 3,000 yards and closing, sir!
Maneuvering/Conn: Cavitate! Cavitate!
- Sound the collision alarm! - Sound collision alarm! Aye, sir!
- [Rivetti] 2,500 yards. - Rig ship for impact!
Hang onto your ass, gentlemen! 2,000 yards.
1,500 yards.
Bearing 070! 071! 1,200 yards!
- 1,000 yards and closing fast! - Conn/Radio:
Receiving emergency action message. Recommend alert one!
- [Beeping] - [Rivetti] 950 yards!
Launch a five-inch evasion device. Launch the countermeasures.
- Countermeasures away, sir. - Shift your rudder to left full.
[Rivetti] 500 yards and closing fast.
300 yards and closing, sir.
Sir, the first torpedo's going after the countermeasures!
They missed! They missed!
Sonar/Conn, Conn/Sonar: Second torpedo incoming! It's gonna be close!
Conn/Sonar: The Akula's disappeared in the thermal, sir.
All ahead standard! Rudder amid ships!
- All ahead standard. Rudder amid ships. Aye. - All stations.
All stations, report damage. Report damage.
[P.A.] Engine room reports number one ASW pump failed.
Control/Torpedo Room: Three feet of water in the bilge.
Request a team with a submersible pump.
Control/Engine Room: Request all E-division personnel...
lay to the engine room to assist in ground isolation.
Sonar/Conn: Report hostile contact.
- Conn/Sonar: Uh, we lost him, sir. - Well, keep looking.
- He's out there looking for us. - Aye, sir.
Weapons/Conn: Estimated time to 1Sq.
Conn/Weapons: Missile systems ready to launch...
- in six minutes. - [Ramsey] Very well.
Main seawater pump is out of commission.
Mr. Zimmer, where's that EAM?
- You all right, son? - Yes, sir.
- That's it? - Ah, uh-huh. It's incomplete, sir.
We lost it when the radio buoy cable got severed.
All right.
All right, gentlemen, let's get on with it.
All ahead one-third.
- [Bell Ringing] - Steady as you go.
All ahead one-third. Steady. Aye, sir.
Make your depth 150 feet. Zero bubble.
Up slow and silent to launch depth.
Up slow and silent to launch depth. Aye, aye, Captain.
Captain? Got the EAM.
- What do you think? - I think there's nothing on this.
Yes, sir. It, uh, got cut off during the attack.
Then it's meaningless.
Sir, this is an EAM pertaining to nuclear missiles.
No, Mr. Hunter, that's a message fragment.
Because it got cut off during the attack, sir.
The message could mean anything. It could be a message to abort.
- It could be a message... - Could be a fake Russian transmission.
Which is exactly why we need to confirm it, sir.
- All I'm asking for is the time we need to get back on line. - Calm down, Mr. Hunter.
- I am calm. - You don't appear to be calm.
Conn/Weapons: Missile systems ready to launch in four minutes.
- Step aside, seaman. - Yes, sir.
[Faint Radio Transmission]