Separation at 04:29:45 Zulu.
lt's down.
04:31:15 Zulu.
Twenty-one west, 85 north.
McClusky's Bar.
Hold on.
Thank you.
Hello.
Yes, it is.
Right. Be right over.
-Evening, Alfred. -Good evening, sir.
-Evening. -Evening, sir.
Come in.
-Hello, sir. -Well...
...hello, Jim.
-Here. Sit down. -Thank you, sir.
-Pour you a drink? -Yes, thank you.
l'm a bourbon man myself, but when in Scotland....
Mists of the Scottish moors.
Does it for me.
-Cheers. -Cheers.
Jim....
Just how much do you know about lce Station Zebra?
Just what's been in the papers.
Drift lce Station Zebra.
British civilian weather station up at the North Pole.
-They're in some sort of trouble up there. -Trouble, yes.
They've been sending distress signals, but too weak and garbled to make sense.
There's something that's gone wrong up there, that's for sure.
Some kind of fire or explosion....
Several men killed, the rest of them dying from burns and exposure.
-lt's pretty rugged. -Yes, sir.
And they can't be reached. Not by rescue planes.
The entire polar cap is completely socked in with an ice storm.
Might not clear up for days, weeks.
No chance for the survivors, l suppose.
There's a chance. See, you're going up there to get them out.
Those orders will come through normal channels.
-Yes, sir. -There's more to it. That's why l'm up here.
Those men up there must be pretty important.
They're not the reason you're going.
They're just the excuse.
-Well, then, what is the reason, sir? -Well, l can't tell you that.
But l can tell you this:
lt is important, Ferraday. Vitally.
Well, sir...
...if l'm going up there, l don't know why....
-Your passenger knows. -Passenger?
That's another reason why l'm up here. To give you his orders in person.
Those won't be coming through normal channels.
That's his name?
There's another name in there that'll impress you more.
Second page at the bottom.
All right, sir.
l'm impressed.
Not enlightened...
...but impressed.
My car's in the alley.
l'll just be a minute.
We won't send you up there completely in the dark, Jim.
l don't know the whole picture.
But l can give you a few details. Not many.
You'll have to try and get the rest from your passenger.
Yes, sir. By the way, sir, when do l meet him?
l mean, where is he now?
Bridge, control. Main propulsion tested satisfactorily.
Bridge, aye.
Bridge, control, from the navigator. Recommend course 210 after clearing.
210 after clearing, aye.
Bridge, control. All alarms test satisfactorily.
Bridge, aye. Regard all alarms.
-Have them send up the inner harbor chart. -Aye, aye, sir.
Control, send up the chart for Holy Loch.
Harbor chart coming up, sir.
-What's the tide situation? -Flooding, captain. Slack ebb begins 2325.
-Lieutenant Walker? -Yes, sir.
l'm Hansen, Operations.
Put your men down at forward hatch.
-Everybody up forward. -Aye, aye, sir.
All right, grab your gear and follow me, men.
They're young.
They all are.
Rescue mission, seems a little odd to send Marines.
Here's our passenger.
Maneuvering watch is set, captain. We're ready to get underway.
Okay, George.
What's the weather forecast off western Scotland?
More of the same, captain. lntermittent showers, state-three sea.
Winds, westerly, 8 to 10 knots.
-Very well. -Captain.
-This is Mr. Jones. -Welcome aboard, Mr. Jones.
-Thank you. l'll try not to be underfoot. -We appreciate that. We're overcrowded.
Tell George to single up. We'll be getting underway in a moment.
-Ed, we'll skip the trim dive. -Sir.
-This way. -Refreshingly informal, your American Navy.
On submarines, anyway, living as close as we do.
We operate on a first-name basis.
My first name is Captain.
Be it ever so functional.
-l'm putting you here with Mr. Hansen. -Your operations officer?
l'll drop in from time to time to make sure you're--
Here, captain?
Comfortable.
Here. Keep this with you.
This is a nuclear submarine, as you know.
We'll check you from time to time for radiation.
That's very kind of you.
You know, Mr. Jones...
...it isn't every day that somebody as important as Admiral Garvey...
...flies from London to Holy Loch...
...to personally hand me a copy of somebody's orders.
What are you up to?
lsn't it there?
lt does say:
"Mr. Jones is to be taken into your fullest confidence...
...and will be extended every facility and all aid--"
That puts a great deal of responsibility on me.
lt's a stunning character reference too, don't you think?
And it is signed by the chief of naval operations.
You must be delighted to know what a trustworthy fellow l am.
But there's not a word here, Mr. Jones, about...
...why, or your part of the mission.
-Question of explaining me to your men? -No.
-But there has been some speculation. -l see.
That door soundproof?
More or less.
Yes.
And...
...is it true, captain, that aboard United States naval vessels...
...no whiskey is ever served?
l'm to extend to you every facility...
...short of endangering the submarine or the lives of the crew.
That could include a pint of medicinal whiskey.
lf you happen to be seasick.
l am. Habitually.
All right.
Now...about your mission.
l wouldn't insult you by swearing you to secrecy.
l think the most expedient thing, since you have your orders, is to obey them.
Short of endangering my ship or my crew?
May l ask, captain, when we'll reach the ice barrier?
Yes, you may ask.
Bridge, control. Diving officer reports ship rigged for dive and checked.
Captain has the word, control.
Sounding, 68 fathoms.
68 fathoms, aye.
-Go ahead and dive. -Aye, aye, sir.
Dive.
-Hatch shut. -Periscope depth, Ed.
Periscope depth, aye.
-All ahead two-thirds. -All ahead two-thirds, aye.
-Answering ahead two-thirds. -Very well.
-Bow planes rigged out, sir. -Very well.
-Give me 1 5 degrees down. -Fifteen degrees down arm.
-Blow negative to the mark. -Blow negative, aye.
Maneuvering, control. lnjection temperature.
lnjection temperature, aye.
Bring her down 10 percent.
Control, maneuvering. Injection temperature, 47 degrees.
-All ahead one-third. -All ahead one-third.
Answering ahead one-third.
-Zero bubble. -Zero bubble, aye.
Sounding, 74 fathoms.
-Pump from auxiliary to sea. -Pump from auxiliary to sea.
Pumping from auxiliary.
Coming on the track now. Watch it. Watch it.
At periscope depth, captain.
Very well. Thank you.
We have an escort, Mr. Jones.
A Russian trawler?
The innocent and inevitable Russian trawler.
Just happens to be in our neighborhood.
Packed to the gills with radar, sonar and radio equipment.
Control, sonar.
Target bearing 1 95...
...medium screws, no turn count.
No other targets.
Very well, sonar. Try to get a turn count on him.
Turn count, aye.
You get a good diving fix?
Right, sir. We're putting it through the inertial system now.
-Final trim at one-third speed, captain. -Very well, Ed.
What's our target doing, radar?
Mark. Bearing, 195.
Range, 3000.
Looks like we have the beginning of a temperature gradient at 50 feet.
Take her to 300 feet, Ed. Hold your speed as is.
-No point in giving him a demonstration. -Three hundred feet, aye.
Make it 300 feet. Give me 20 degrees down.
Three hundred feet, 20 degrees down, aye.
Sir, this message just came in.
Thank you.
Attention, all hands. This is the captain. A Norwegian freighter...
...has just picked up another distress signal from lce Station Zebra. Quote:
"For God's sake, hurry." Unquote.
The rest of the transmission is garbled.
So somebody's still alive up there.
The last estimated position of the British camp was 85 north, 21 west.
But we can't pin it down. Their position drifts with the ice pack.
The United States and Soviet Russia are making a joint effort...
...to reach the survivors.
An ice storm has ruled out any chance of air rescue by either side.
So we're going in under the ice pack.
One more thing.
We have with us a British civilian.
l'm authorized to tell you his name is Jones.
There are classified aspects to his mission, which means it's none of our business...
...so let's leave him alone. l'll keep you informed.
Pump 1 000 from number one auxiliary to sea.
One thousand from number one auxiliary to sea.
-Pumping from auxiliary. -Very well.
-Ready to relieve you. -No machinery down, no unexecuted orders.
-l relieve you. -l've been relieved by Ed.
Very well, George. How does it look, Court?
From this diving point, captain, l would say our best bet...
...for a quick course would be 287 until we clear the Hebrides.
Then directly to Spitsbergen for a final departure fix.
Transit time checks with our initial estimates.
-Come around to 287, Ed. -287, aye.
-Come right to 287. -Right to 287, aye.
What's the time for arrival at the ice barrier, Court?
-1 530 Thursday, sir. -Thank you.
-Move it up to flank. -Flank, aye, sir.
-All ahead flank, Kentner. -All ahead flank, aye.
Answering. All ahead flank.
Come on.
-Captain, the scam is this guy's a-- -A what?
Spy?
Just don't get too buddy-buddy with him.
No, sir.
-Simms. -Evening, captain.
-Hall. Ray. -Here.
-Kelly. Morrison. -Yeah.
-Martin. -Yo.
-Miller. Moore. -Yo.
Smith.
-Attention! -Carry on.
-Evening. -Good evening, sir.
Lieutenant Walker, l'm Commander Ferraday. Welcome aboard.
-Thank you, sir. -These quarters are cramped...
-...but it's only for a couple of days. -We're comfortable, sir.
Good.
Anything l can do for you, lieutenant?
l think the men were wondering, sir, if they could smoke down here.
Of course they can, except when the smoking lamp is out.
You'll find chow onboard the Tigerfish pretty good. That'll make up for all of this.
-Any other questions? -Well....
Are the torpedoes armed?
Sure they are.
-Nuclear warheads? -No. Torpex.
l'd say each of them has no more destructive power than...
...400 pounds of TNT.
Nothing.
Yes, sir.
-This is a nuclear submarine. -That's right.
None of us have been aboard a sub before.
Rest easy.
l have.
Urgent, Zabrinczski. Right to the captain.
Yes, sir.
Captain, sir. Message.
Mr. Jones.
You're in my bunk.
Mr. Jones--
l'm terribly sorry.
-Found him in my bunk, captain. -Yes.
Woke me out of a rotten sleep. Asinine reflex.
ldiotic. lt won't happen again. Endless apologies.
-Do you always sleep with that thing? -Childish habit, yes. lt's your bunk? Sorry.
Considering your reflexes, maybe we better take that.
No, captain. l have to be tucked up with it.
Security blanket, that kind of thing.
Good. This'll loosen the old fiddle strings. Will you join me?
No, thank you.
Recognize these coordinates?
Yes, sir.
Tell Court to lay out a track.
Aye, aye, sir.
Some startling new development, captain?
We've been ordered to a surface rendezvous, 59 north, 4 west.
That's just off the Orkney lslands. lt's with whom or what we don't know.
And you think that l do. Scout's honor, l haven't the foggiest...
...although l assume it's more about my end of the business than yours.
Happy days.
Mr. Jones, l deal with secret orders...
...classified information, almost every day.
-l can't say that l've ever learned to like it-- -And l am very glad that you don't.
Leave that sort of thing to the people who are trained for it.
Right, captain?
l still feel all kinds of a fool about that set-to with Hansen.
lt's what he called me, you know.
Out of a sound sleep.
-What did he call you? -Jones.
Bad name. Bad connotations.
l once killed a man called Jones.
Not for that reason, of course.
-That's not your name. -lsn't that obvious?
Actually, it's a code cover name. Brilliant deception, don't you think? Jones.
Practically a revelation, coming from you.
Captain.
You've already guessed that l'm some sort of sneaky bastard...
...involved in some sort of low skullduggery.
-Right? -Right.
But there's no reason for a straightforward...
...up-and-up, out-in-the-open fellow like yourself...
...being involved more than he must.
l promise you this.
You'll know all you need to know...
...as, and if...
...the need arises.
Now, shall we keep our mysterious rendezvous?
Why not.
Coming up to periscope depth now, captain.
Very well.
Shift to red.
Raise the radar.
Nearest bearing, 087.
Range, 9000.
Contact, 195.
Range, 12,000.
Cruise now, sir.
Possible aircraft still approaching.
Contact, 237...
...1 2,500.
All clear inside of 5000 yards. No lFF.
Stern room, aye.
-Sonar? -All compartments report ready to surface.
Very well. Shut the vents.
-Vents shut. -All vents shut, captain.
-Okay, Jon. Bring her on up. -Aye, sir.
Surface.
Bridge, radio. We are in contact with Bravo 43.
He confirms identification.
Bridge, aye, radio. We have him in sight.
-Secure the deck. Go ahead and dive. -Aye, sir.
Forward head secure, control.
Very well, forward room.
Hatch shut.
-Take her down, Jon. -Aye, aye, sir.
Dive.
Switch to white.
-Secure the radar. -Secure radar, aye.
-David. -Boris.
David, David, David, David, David.
Good to see you. Now, now, comrade.
l'd like to introduce you to a good friend and an associate. Boris Vorisovich Vaslov.
Damnedest anti-Russian Russian you ever met.
-Good morning, captain. -Morning.
Best-stocked man in captivity. Helped set up Zebra.
Drop him off within 1 00 miles and he'll walk to the spot.
We'll try to get you closer than that.
Chief of naval operations.
-You and Mr. Jones have the same friends. -And the same enemies.
-Welcome aboard, Mr. Vaslov. -Good to be aboard, captain.
Mr. Jones, why don't you take Mr. Vaslov to the wardroom. Cup of coffee?
l would love a good cup of your American coffee.
You old abominable snowman...
-...l thought you were at the South Pole. -l was, 48 hours ago.
-l'm Commander Ferraday. -Captain Anders.
-Good to have you aboard. -Thank you, sir.
Especially since it meant so much to someone to get you onboard.
-Yes, sir. -Captain.
Patterson, show Captain Anders to my quarters. l'll join you in a moment.
-Thank you, sir. -Excuse me.
Right this way, sir.
Right in here, sir. Thank you, sir.
Then from McMurdo Sound to Christchurch, New Zealand...
...and all by Navy plane.
You've been hopping around like a little kangaroo.
Who is he?
-You do not know about him? -Was he checked?
Of course.
By the officials at the air base.
-Why, he's a captain in the U.S. Marines. -And we always accept the obvious?
You have a distrustful character.
l have no character. l assume one.
Perhaps so did he.
You think he was put here to spy on us?
lt's a definite possibility.
By which side?
lt's down.
-What? -lt's down.
Yes. Yes, l know.
And no word from Halliwell.
Not one word from Halliwell?
-No. -What about Goodwin?
We don't know.
This Captain Ferraday...
...how much does he know?
He knows enough to get us where we want to go.
So you can continue to be your same big, beguiling...
...sweet, candid, talkative self and--
And tell him nothing. l know. l know.
What happened up there?
What went wrong?
Yes.
-Where'd they pick you up? -ln transit, sir.
That's happened to me.
-Sit down. -No, thank you, sir.
-l see you'll be taking command. -As soon as possible.
These men onboard are the best the Corps could deliver...
...in the short time before you sailed.
They're highly trained in arctic maneuvers but untested in actual combat.
So even after you sailed, the search went on for a properly qualified officer.
From your record, they were lucky to find you.
ln transit, you said.
Flew me straight into the chopper base and put me onboard with that Russian.
Well, l understand he's on our side.
Wardroom.
-Yes, sir. -Davis, ask Lieutenant Walker...
-...to come into my stateroom, please. -Yes, sir.
-Captain. -Lieutenant Walker, this is Captain Anders.
He'll be taking some of the load off your shoulders.
Welcome aboard. We were all wondering--
Lieutenant.
-Sir. -You will notify the men...
...that there will be a showdown inspection at 0700.
-Yes, sir. -And, lieutenant...
...it will be a bitch.
-Yes, sir. -That's all.
Yes, sir.
You think l was too abrupt with him.
l made a point of it. See, l've saved a lot of lives...
-...by teaching men to jump when l speak. -All right.
The young lieutenant's a familiar type.
Popular with the men.
As for me, l measure an officer's weakness...
...by every man that likes him personally.
l see.
Well, l....
l intended to put you in with Lieutenant Walker.
You can see, sir, that wouldn't be in line with my methods.
No.
All right. l'll put you in with...
...Mr. Vaslov.
Thank you, sir.
May l...?
-Sure. Go ahead, look around. -Thank you.
Wardroom, this is Lieutenant Mingus. ls the captain there?
-Captain. -Mr. Vaslov.
lt's fascinating. All this power.
-l thought you might be lost. -Me? Never.
l am out exploring.
That is my passion.
Also, l am a man who loves to walk.
As a matter of fact...
...l must walk in order to prevent the effect of...
...what is that word?
-You know, the-- -Claustrophobia.
Claustrophobia. Yes, yes.
A complaint l cannot share with you or your men.
But a lot of us like to walk. We can share that much.
Next time, you might ask one of us along.
Of course. l am sorry, captain...
...if l have committed some transgression.
l do hope you do not object to my interest in your boat.
No. Ask any question you like.
Well, naturally there is one that l must ask.
Since your power source is nuclear--
You mean, where is it?
Exactly.
-Martin. -Captain.
This is our reactor officer, Lieutenant Mitgang. Mr. Vaslov.
-Lieutenant. -How do you do, Mr. Vaslov?
You're standing on it.
Martin.
lt....
lt seems almost...
...benevolent.
ln that state, yes.
Confined, controlled, shielded.
But it is nuclear fission.
And it hates being confined...
...even more than you do.
At least it does not have to share its confinement.
-l am sorry. l was thinking about-- -Captain Anders.
Yes.
But no complaints.
And no reflection on his undoubted capabilities...
...but....
To me, he is not a....
Not a very nice man.
Chemistry, l suppose.
Never my best subject.
-Good morning. -Morning, sir.
l'm Jones. Captain Anders?
Lieutenant Walker?
-Sir. -How do you do?
Good morning. l understand that you haven't been on the ice before, lieutenant.
-No, sir. -Where were you stationed, captain...
...before you were picked up in transit?
-Asia. -Then you haven't been on the ice either.
No, sir.
A bullet goes just as fast up here as it does down there.
Not quite. An insignificant difference, perhaps...
...but l think you'll find the operational characteristics of the M-1 6...
...indicate that a bullet will decelerate as much as...
...40 feet per second per second faster in these climatic conditions.
lt's denser air, you know.
Radio, bridge. Any contact with Zebra?
Yes, sir. We're receiving them faintly.
They're sending their call signal D-S-Y over and over again.
Can you contact them?
No, sir. They don't answer us.
The signal is fading now, sir.
Bridge, navigator.
We got a good fix on them, captain. Bearing 328.
Dive, Bob.
One hundred fathoms.
Ninety-five fathoms, 90 fathoms.
Kohler is calling the depths to the bottom below us. This is our pet, the ice machine.
Bounces an echo back from the ice above us.
This line means there's open water now. The stylus will tell us how thick the ice is.
First drift block, sir.
-lceberg. -Second drift block.
There is a deep-water entrance to the barrier, but l'll try to squeeze past here.
The water is shallow and it's gonna be a tight squeeze, but it will save time.
-Sonar. -All clear ahead, sir.
Sonar tells us what's ahead and what's behind us.
-Drift block. -Sixty-five fathoms.
-Another drift block. -Seventy fathoms.
Attention, all hands. Captain.
We're going under the ice now.
-Sixty. -Here it comes.
Ten feet.
-Ten feet. -Five fathoms.
-Twenty feet. Deep pressure ridge. -Camera.
TV. Closed-circuit.
Deep pressure ridge, 60 feet.
Sixty-five.
Fifty fathoms, 45 fathoms.
Forty fathoms.
Thirty-five fathoms.
Ten feet. Twenty feet.
Pressure ridge.
Pressure ridge again.
Thirty feet.
-Sounding, 30 fathoms. -Thick ice. Thick ice.
Bottom is shoaling, captain, 25 fathoms.
Thick ice. Regular overhead.
No ridges. Constant depth.
Still coming up, sir. Sounding 20 fathoms.
Pressure ridge ahead. Depth unknown.
-All ahead, one-third. -Thick ice.
-Sonar, what's the heavy side of that ridge? -Heavy on the port side.
-Right full rudder. -Sounding, 16 fathoms.
-Sonar, are we clear? -lce close to port portside.
Rudder amidships.
-Rudder amidships. -Eighteen feet. Thick ice.
Rudder is amidships.
Shoaling rapidly. Sounding seven fathoms.
Shifting to feet on my scale.
-What's our depth? -One hundred feet.
-Costigan? -Thick ice.
-How thick? -Twelve feet, sir.
Take her up to 70 feet. l think we have room.
Seventy feet. Aye, sir.
Control, very heavy ridge ahead.
No depth in my scope.
Range inside of 300 yards. Appears to extend clear across the bow.
-All stop. -Answering all stop.
Sonar, disregard side search and stay on that ridge. Keep your reports coming.
-Sonar, aye. -Sounding, 30 feet. Still coming up, captain.
Sonar, l told you to keep sending reports.
Yes, sir. Same ridge. lt is all across my forward scope area.
lnside of my range. Seems heavier on the starboard bow.
Ridge ahead blocks me to 31 5.
Port beam possibly clear.
Starboard ahead one-third. Port back one-third.
-Port ahead one-third. -Port answering ahead one-third.
Fifteen feet.
Holding steady, captain.
Twenty feet. Thirty.
Control, sonar. Clearing ahead.
Shifting to fathoms.
Ten fathoms.
Twenty.
Thirty-five.
Take her down to 100 feet, Ed.
-All ahead, standard. -All ahead, standard.
Go.
Twelve seconds.
That's no better than boot camp.
-Now let's try it with your eyes shut. -Sir?
Moore, you're in the field.
lt's pitch-dark. Your weapon jams. You have to disassemble it.
-What are you gonna do? Strike a match? -Sorry, sir.
Mr. Jones.
What?
-Captain's compliments, sir. We're there. -Where?
Zebra. Under the ice. Their last estimated position.
When we get going, Mr. Jones, we don't futz around.
Thank you.
Thick ice. Twelve feet.
Thick ice. Ten feet.
Mark. Shelving.
Thin ice.
Switch on hull and sail floodlights.
Control, sonar. All clear forward.
lce to starboard is inside of my range mark.
Very well, sonar. Keep your reports coming.
Keep reporting. Sonar, aye.
-Let's have a camera. -Aye, sir.
Trace merging.
Thin ice.
Mark. Thick ice.
Fifteen feet.
Possible pressure ridge.
Control, sonar.
Heavy close-range clutter on my scope.
Appears to be clear ahead.
Mark. Thin ice.
Three feet.
Mark. Three feet.
Mark, ridge, 1 8 feet.
Thinning.
Mark, thin.
Four feet. Three feet.
Trace merging.
Three feet.
-Speed? -Three feet.
One knot, captain.
-All stop. -Answering all stop.
Rudder is amidships.
-Still thin. -All ahead one-third.
-Belay that. All stop.
Thin ice.
-Three feet. -Speed, zero.
We're centered up now.
At 1 00 feet, sir. Stop trim.
Ed, bring her on up.
Talk to me, Costigan.
Thin ice. Thin ice.
Why are we holding our breath?
There's still 1 00 feet to go.
Forty, measured from the bottom of the keel.
Forty feet minus the thickness of the ice, whatever that is.
Coming up fast, captain. Eighty. Seventy-five.
Stand by negative. Chart for 80 to 90 feet, captain.
Heavy ice. Heavy ice.
Ninety feet. One-ten.
Blow negative to the mark. All ahead two-thirds.
-Negative blowing. -All ahead two-thirds.
One-ninety.
Two hundred.
Two-twenty. Two-forty.
At 260 feet, captain, and holding.
Current where it shouldn't have been.
Temperature inversion where it had no right to be. Pressure ridge out of nowhere.
This is the captain. Sorry about that. Report all damage.
Control, maneuvering.
No apparent damage.
Very well. Stern room.
Stern room secure, sir. One of the washing machines is throwing a fit.
-Very well. -What now?
What do you mean, "what now?" We try it again.
-We're centered up again. -She's holding at 100 feet.
See if you can hang in there for a minute. l think she's drifting in the right direction.
-Thin ice. -Sonar?
Still have contact to starboard. Clear ahead.
Thin ice. Thin ice.
Take her up, Ed.
Like she was made of glass.
-All right. Costigan. -Pump from number one auxiliary to sea.
Pumping from number one to sea.
Here we go again.
She's coming up, sir.
Ninety. Eighty-five.
Secure pumping. Flood 1000.
Pumping secured. Flood 1000.
Contact close starboard. Very close.
Hold it! Hold it!
Contacts, dead astern.
-Sonar? -Still have contact to starboard, clear ahead.
Man, if we're holed aft....
-Rawlins, give her a shot of air. -Shot of air, aye.
Give her another shot.
Tell me, captain...
...if you had to compose your own epitaph, what would it be?
Knock it off.
Why, that's good. That's very good.
lt's too thick.
We're wasting our time.
Take her down, Ed.
Jon, what's the tube status?
One and two are dry. We've got exercise heads in three and four.
Very well. Have George make ready number one.
We'll see how Torpex and ice mix.
Aye, aye, sir.
-We'll crack it with a torpedo, Mr. Jones. -Can that be done?
-Don't know. -lt's never been tried before?
Nope. We'll explode it electronically 1 000 yards from the ship.
We'll be bows on to the detonation. We'll survive.
lf we don't?
The Electric Boat Division is going to get a very nasty letter.
Eyes shut.
Go.
-Are we there? -We hope so.
We're gonna load a torpedo up and punch a hole through the ice.
l've never seen that. Do you mind?
-Come on along. -Come on, men, let's try it again.
-Excuse me. -Try it again.
-lt'll be number one. -Aye, sir.
Control, forward room. We're opening up number one tube.
Control, aye. Forward room, the captain has the word.
All right. Eyes shut.
Go.
Excuse me.
Board checks.
-Jon, how about that marriage application? -Yeah, how about that?
-lnterlock check. -Check.
-Did you give it to the XO for me? -Yep.
-Did the XO give it to the old man? -Outer doors shut.
Check.
Well?
Well, l don't know about him, but l'm picking myself up from the deck.
George Mills, ship's tomcat.
Ready-made family, built-in responsibilities.
-Georgie, are you ready for that? -Lay off. Just....
-Hey, we got a trickle here. -Check the drain.
The XO didn't give it to the old man. Drain open.
Drain open. George.
-You know he did, in a state of shock. -And?
The old man okayed it, in the same condition.
He did? Hey, that's great.
The tube, George. The tube.
l guess he figured l'd end up with one of those seagulls he saw me with at--
Boy, this is tight.
Anyway, for the first time, l know what l want, right? And l know--
Move it to the aft. Move it. Move it.
Close the outer door valve.
Control, number one tube open to sea.
Shut the vents. Blow main ballast. Emergency.
Full rise.
Collision quarters. Collision quarters. Flooding in the forward torpedo room.
Close that bulkhead door!
-Circuits intact? -Forward room isolated.
Three machines on the line.
Pump from auxiliaries to sea, never mind the red line. Transfer floodwater aft.
-l can't hold it, sir. -No control on the planes.
We're going down and fast.
Forward room, control. Control. Forward room, control.
-Anything? -No, sir, the line's dead.
Get out!
-Maneuvering, give me more power. -We're backing with all we've got.
We're close to shutdown on the reactor.
-Overload. -Aye, sir.
Put it in the red.
Put air pressure in the auxiliaries.
-How much pressure left in the air tanks? -Down to 800 pounds, sir.
-Secure aft to group blow. -Secure aft to group.
She's closing, sir.
She's closing.
Check the vents for suction.
Secure that bulkhead door. Secure it!
Move it, Marine.
Get on the other side. Pull!
Control, forward room. Outer door closed. Bulkhead secure. Room 910 flooded...
-...bleeding air. -l've got you, forward room.
All right, hang in there.
You all right?
Control, maneuvering. Have shutdown temperature in turbine one.
-l can't hold it much longer. -You've got to!
Aye, sir.
--you're the most benevolent of beings....
Do you mind, son? We're trying to think.
-We're losing number one turbine. -Maintain revolutions.
Aye, sir.
We'll meltdown anyway in a couple of minutes.
What's the difference? The hull's gonna crack any second.
She's slowing.
She is slowing.
-She's slowing. -She's slowing fast.
-She is slowing. -She's slowing.
She's stopping.
lt's impossible.
Twelve hundred and thirty feet.
Must be taking 40 tons of pressure per square foot.
Ten feet up.
Secure the blow.
Secure the blow, aye.
And rising.
-Pumping. -Secure pumping, aye.
Still rising.
She's coming up.
All back two-thirds.
Answering, all back two-thirds.
One hundred feet up.
All back one-third.
Answering, all back one-third.
And rising.
Thank God.
Yes, thank God, Vetterson.
And l'll thank the Electric Boat Division. That covers us either way.
Attention, this is the captain. We're on our way up. Everything is under control.
-Take the con, Bob. -Aye, sir.
-Let's get these men out of here, captain. -Come on, men. Move it.
You're a good man, sir.
He's dead, sir.
Murdered.
-Think it could be an accident? -Couldn't and it wasn't.
One thing that cannot happen on a sub by accident...
...is both ends of a torpedo tube open to the sea at the same time.
You must connect the hydraulic manifold...
...to the outside door mechanism...
...so that the indicator reads "shut" when the door is actually open.
The same sort of electrical cross on these two panels...
...and the open position reads green when it should flash red.
Then you plug up the inlet to the test cup with chewing gum, sealing wax, anything...
...just so that it shows a dribble, and then you open the tube...
...and good night.
Vaslov.
Lieutenant Hansen is still in there. Get these men to sickbay.
lt wasn't sealing wax. lt wasn't chewing gum.
lt was epoxy glue.
And suddenly, you know a whole lot about submarines.
l know how to wreck them.
And l know how to lie, steal, kidnap, counterfeit, suborn and kill.
That's my job. l do it with great pride.
And Vaslov, is that your job too?
-Yes, captain. -What's your theory?
That there is a man aboard this ship who committed sabotage.
You mean, go down with it?
Of course.
And as willing to die for what he believes in as you are.
Or l am.
And what do you believe in, Mr. Vaslov?
That should be obvious, captain.
l was born a Russian...
...but l chose my side out of conviction...
...not by accident of birth.
And since l got him through the Berlin Wall in 1961 ...