Resync: Xenzai[NEF]
It's cold this morning, Captain.
Cold.
And hard.
It's time, Captain.
It's time.
Time indeed.
You're supposed to be upstairs sleeping.
- Stanley keeps waking me up. - Oh, I get it...
- You're getting heavy. - No nonsense.
Two stories. Two glasses of water. Jack...
- You're going to miss the plane. - Go upstairs with Mrs. Wheeler.
When I'm on my business trip, I'll get Stanley a little brother.
- Promise? - I promise.
- Can I get you anything, sir? - No, thank you.
If you try and get some sleep, the flight will go a lot faster.
I can never sleep on a plane. Turbulence.
- Pardon? - Turbulence.
Solar radiation heats the earth's crust, warm air rises, cool air descends.
- I don't like that. - Try to get some sleep anyway.
Dr Ryan?
Jack get yourself in here.
Jesus, you look like hell.
Thank you very much, Admiral. I could use some coffee.
I'm not going to ask you how your flight went.
- When did you last get some sleep? - I don't know.
Milk and sugar.
How's Caroline? Last time I saw her was at your granddad's place in Maine.
She's fine. She sends you her best.
And Sally 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 baby brother.
But she decided it would be enough if we were to buy one for Stanley.
- Who's Stanley? - Stanley's a bear.
What's important enough to get you on a plane in the middle of the night?
British intelligence obtained these pictures of the Red October.
- She's the latest Typhoon class. - Big son of a bitch.
12 meters longer than standard. 3 metres wider.
- Captain's name is Ramius. - One of yours?
I did the bio on him last year. He always takes out their lead boat.
Good political connections. Trains their attack-boat skippers.
The Russians call him Vilnius Nastavnic
The Vilnius school master.
- What are these doors? - Those doors are the problem.
I don't know what they are, neither do the British. Perhaps they're new.
I'd like to show these to Skip Tyler.
- The sub driver? - He was until he lost his leg.
Now he teaches at the Academy. He's got top-secret clearance.
Have the car for Dr Ryan downstairs in ten minutes.
The satellite caught Red October in Polijarny Inlet this morning.
- Do you hear it? - 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.
A marine mammal that knows a lot more about sonar than you do.
Kill SAPS. Go over to 269, and let's try it again.
If he gets to bothering you, ask him about Pavarotti.
I was in the middle of teaching Beaumont about modern sonar.
- I'm chief of the boat. - Tell me, Cobb.
Okay, go ahead.
Seaman Jones is into music in a big way.
He figures this whole boat is his personal, private stereo set.
- He gets this Pavarotti... - It was Paganini.
This is my story.
Pavorotti is a tenor. Paganini was a composer.
He's got this music, and he's listening to it on his head set.
Then all hell breaks loose. There's a slew of boats at San Diego.
- And one way out at Pearl. - All of a sudden...
Pavarotti is coming out of their asses. Jones...
- What do I do? - I got it.
New contact bearing 097. Designate contact Sierra-35.
- What have you got, Jonesy? - Probably submerged
It could be a missile boat out of Polijarny.
Start your track I'll be there in a minute.
Time to open the orders, sir. The Political Officer is in your cabin.
Very well.
Carry on.
- What are you doing? - Overseeing the stability of the crew.
By invading my privacy?
Privacy is not a major concern in the Soviet Union.
It is often contrary to the collective good.
"Behold, I am coming as a thief."
"And they gathered them together in a place called Armageddon."
'The 7th angel poured forth his bowl, and a voice cried out from Heaven..."
"It is done."
A man with your responsibilities reading about the end of the world.
What's this? "I am become death, the destroyer of worlds."
It is an ancient Hindu text quoted by an American.
- An American - He invented the atomic bomb.
He was 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 I woman.
Her death was unfortunate.
I am only doing my job. It is my responsibility.
How many KGB agents are aboard my boat?
Your boat? 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.
Certainly, comrade.
From Commander Strategic Forces Red Banner Northern Fleet.
We are to proceed north, to grid square 5490.
We're to rendezvous with Konovalov, Capt. Tupolev's boat.
- You know Tupolev? - I know he was your student.
It's rumored he has a place in his heart for you.
There's little room in Tupolev's heart for anyone but Tupolev.
We are to make contact and run tests. Tupolev will hunt our ship.
We are to evaluate the readiness of the caterpillar drive.
We return to Polijarny on or about the 16th of this month.
This is an historic moment. I should like to make a request.
Before you proceed...
Would you permit me to post the orders for the crew?
Where I am going, you cannot follow.
Dr Petrov, report to my cabin. There's been a dreadful accident.
There's no cradle underneath it. Get it over.
You want to come up here and do it yourself?
Ryan! Who let you in here?
Have they got you playing with models now?
Damn it, Phil! Tell them to slow down.
It's not a models. It's a DSRV. A rescue sub.
What are you doing with it?
We're rigging it with a generic docking collar for other subs.
We can get it anywhere in the world in 24 hours.
- How's your back? - It's fine. Have you got a minute?
It's bigger than a regular Typhoon. What are these doors?
You don't miss much.
Those are too big to be torpedo tubes.
- Can you launch an ICBM horizontally? - Why would you want to?
They're symmetrical, right down the long axis of the sub.
- How about a towed sonar array? - Too close to the screws.
I'll be...
This could be a caterpillar.
- A what? - Magneto-hydrodynamic propulsion.
- Do you follow? - No.
It's like a jet engine for the water.
It's got no moving parts, so it's very, very quiet.
- How quiet? - Sonar wouldn't pick it up.
Maybe as a seismic anomaly. It wouldn't sound like a submarine.
We messed with this a few years ago. Couldn't make it work
- They really built this? - She put to sea this morning.
When I was twelve I helped my daddy build a bomb shelter in our basement. -
- because some fool parked a dozen warheads off the coats of Florida.
This thing could park 200 warheads off Washington or New York-
- and no one would know anything about it until it was all over.
- Are you all right, Captain? - Yes.
It's just, to die from something as petty as slipping on tea...
It was an accident. You'll feel better when we put in.
- Put in? - Return to base.
- We have no political officer. - This is a Soviet combat vessel.
We do not cancel operations because of accidents.
Seaman, come here. Come here.
- Your name? - Cook's Assistant Loginov.
I want you and the doctor to witness this.
I'm removing the Political Offcer's missile key and keeping it myself.
We should report this to Red Fleet Command.
That's impossible. Our orders are for radio silence.
- That's all, Loginov. - This is most unnerving.
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. - That'll be all, Doctor.
When I address the crew, then you will understand.
Petrov, I will try to forget your comments when I present my report.
Thank you, sir.
Holding steady on 310. 12 knots at about 20,000 yards.
- Have you got a make on it? - The computer is chewing on it.
It sounds like a Typhoon.
- Did I miss something on the boards? - Sub plant hasn't said anything.
- How many Typhoons are listed? - Six
Call this guy Typhoon 7. Work in a little closer.
- Won't he hear us? - Not if we stay in his baffles.
Come in behind his propeller and he's deaf as a post.
- Any sonar contacts? - No, the sonar is clear.
- Do we have any surface contacts? - No, the scope is clear.
Good. Then it's time I explain our orders to the crew.
Comrades, this is your captain.
It is an honour to speak to you-
- while sailing in 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 before you, you played this game well
But today the game is different We have the advantage
It reminds me of the heady days of Sputnik and Yuri Gagarin.
The world trembled at the sound of our rockets.
It will tremble again at the sound of our silence.
The order is: Engage the silent drive.
Ballast control, open outer doors.
Engage caterpillar and secure main engines.
Doors opening.
Our own fleet doesn't know our full potential.
They will test us
But they will embarrass themselves We'll leave our fleet behind
We will pass through the American patrols.
We'll lay off their largest city and listen to their rock and roll. -
- while we conduct missile drills.
When we are finished, the only sound they will hear is our laughter.
Then we will sail to Havana for sunshine and comradeship
- Cryogenic plant coming on line. - A great day. We sail into history.
Caterpillar engaging.
- What happened? - I don't know.
Full rudder left.
Navigator, new course: 250.
Course: 250.
Sonar contact. Port quarter.
- American, Los Angeles class. - American!
Course: 310.
- Is the American turning to follow us? - No, he is continuing on his course.
- He is continuing north-west. - He can't hear us.
And the singing?
Let them sing.
What are you talking about Check again.
The sonar is working. The Russian disappeared.
One minute he was steady, then he was gone.
- And I thought I heard... - Heard what?
I thought I heard singing, sir.
- Singing? - Yes, sir.
Good morning sir.
Good morning, sir.
I hope you had a lovely evening.
A little chilly this morning.
There's a letter from Marko Ramius.
Marko!
Yes?
No, this is Dr Ryan.
- What happened? - This is no longer research.
I got a line on those doors. You know what they are?
- A silent propulsion system. - How did you know that?
The sub captain radioed in. The thing disappeared right in front of him.
That's only the half of it.
- You got your ID? - This is unbelievable.
The Kirov, the Kiev, the Minsk.
- Their whole fleet. - That's right.
- Where are we going? - Briefing for Jeffrey Pelt.
The President's Security Advisor. Most of the Joint Chiefs will be there.
- Who is giving the briefing? - You are.
All the slides are laid out for you. All you've got to do...
Look, no one understands this material better than you.
Give him a run down of the sub and the stuff in your hand.
When he ask direct questions, give him direct answers.
Tell him what you think. Come on.
The last 24 hours have seen some extraordinary Soviet naval activity.
The first ship to sail was the Red October. -
- in reference to the October revolution of 1917.
A variant of the Typhoon class, she's 650 feet long -
- and 32,000 tons submerged displacement.
We believe that these doors enclose a unique propulsion system.
A magneto-hydrodynamic drive, or caterpillar. -
- that would enable the sub to run virtually silent.
It is possible that this new drive system allowed Capt. Ramius...
Do we have his picture available?
...to elude our attack-boat boat Dallas which was trailing Red October.
It is also possible that this drive system -
- could render the Red October undetectable to our warning nets.
Would you characterize this as a first-strike weapon?
That is a possibility.
It is designed to approach by stealth and armed with nuclear warheads.
- Damn thing was made to start a war. - Proceed, Mr. Ryan.
After the Dallas lost contact, there were additional sailings.
From Polijarny, Leningrad and from the Mediterranean.
There's are now some 58 nuclear subs headed at high speed into the Atlantic.
This afternoon's satellite pass over Polijarny found heat blooms -
- indicating that the Kirov, the Minsk and 20 other ships were ready to sail.
This constitutes the bulk of the Soviet surface fleet.
The data supports no conclusions as yet.
Absence of activity in the Pacific suggests that this is just an exercise.
Suppose this is a move against NATO
I have some very sensitive information. It must not leave this room.
Before sailing, Ramius sent a letter to Admiral Yuri Padorin.
He's chairman of the Red Fleet Northern Directorate.
That's her uncle, Ramius' wife.
Padorin is her uncle.
Padorin immediately demanded a meeting with Premler Chenyenko.
Within minutes of that meeting, orders were given to find Red October-
- and sink her.
- Sink her? - They've got a madman on their hands.
Within 500 miles off the coats, we'll have only two minutes' warning.
- Today's the 23rd, isn't it? - Yeah.
You son of a bitch.
You son of a bitch!
Do you wish to add something to our discussion, Dr Ryan?
Well, perhaps there's another possibility we might consider.
Ramius might be trying to defect.
- Do you mean to suggest...? - Proceed.
Ramius trained most of their officer corps.
He could select men willing to help him.
He's not Russian. He's Lithuanian.
He was raised by his grandfather.
He has no children. No ties to leave behind.
Today is the first anniversary of his wife death.
- Come on. You're just an analyst. - I know Ramius.
He's a legend among his men. He's always been a maverick
I met him at an embassy dinner. Have you met Capt. Ramius, General?
How long before Ramius could be in a position to flare his missiles at us?
- Four days. - All right, I'll brief the President.
Dr Ryan, would you stay for a moment, please?
I said speak your mind, Jack but Jesus!
You slammed the door on the general.
- That was not my intention. - Yes, it was.
He was patronizing you. In my opinion he deserved it.
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.
Let's assume for a minute that you're right. -
- and this Russian intends to defect. What do you suggest we do about it?
- We definitely grab the boat. - Wait a minute.
This is not a stray pilot with a MIG.
We're talking about several billion dollars worth of Soviet property.
- They're going to want it back - We could inspect it.
Call it a Coastguard safety inspection.
How do we proceed?
We need to contact the commanders in the Atlantic directly.
If the Russians get one whiff of this, the game is up.
We need to be able to help them.
We need to be ready to go at a moment's notice.
And somebody has to find out what Ramius' intensions really are.
Okay, when do you leave?
Wait a minute!
The general was right. I am only an analyst.
You're perfect. I can't ask any of these characters.
They wouldn't stake their reputations on a hunch.
- You... - Are expendable.
Something like that.
I'll give you three days.
After that, I have to hunt down Ramius and destroy him. Will you do it?
Mother of God!
Secure the masts. All ahead two thirds. Set depth to 900 metres.
Come left, heading 205.
These orders are seven bloody hours old!
- Captain...? - All ahead flank.
Inquire of the engineer about going to 105% on the reactor.
Seven hours! The entire fleet is after him.
900 metres.
105% on the reactor is possible... but not recommended.
Go to 105 on the reactor.
- What is it? Where are we going? - We're going to kill a friend.
We're going to kill Ramius.
If you like borscht perhaps, but I've eaten better in the galley.
My wife asked the waiter if the chef was from Afghanistan.
Then we went on to the ballet, to see the new girl as Giselle.
Remember how beautiful I she was? She just married a factory manager...
Doctor, do you have the figures for the last batch of radiation tests?
Now?
Now.
Bring the preceding set as well, for comparison.
Thank you, Doctor.
It will take him some time.
Before we begin, I'd like to know what happened to Putin.
- He didn’t slip on his tea, did he? - I don't think I like your tone.
- We're risking our lives here. - Putin could have made complications.
Did you think he would go away and sulk?
- Are you saying he was murdered? - Stop whining, Yuri.
So he was murdered. The man was a pig.
But it is a decision we should have all made together.
If the crew finds out, we could have a mutiny.
Everything that happens on this ship affects us all.
- Why don't we go back? - There'll be no going 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.
- Thus, his men were well motivated. - You have signed our death warrants.
- Padorin will send the entire fleet. - Jesus! They'll find us.
Nobody is going to find us. That's enough, Yuri.
You couldn't just turn the sub over to the Americans.
You had to make a political statement.
Or was it something deeper that made you unable to simply slip away?
- Was it ego, Captain? - We each have our reasons, Victor.
My own began the day I was handed the blueprints for this ship.
A ship which had but one use. As for the rest. -
- those are things that I alone must carry the burden for.
Anatoly, you're afraid of our fleet. 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.
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.
Moscow is not the worry, nor the whole Soviet Navy.
I know their tactics. I have the advantage.
The worry is the Americans.
If we meet the right sort, this will work
If we get some buckaroo...
Someth turbulence. You don't like flying?
This is nothing. You should have been here five months ago.
Talk about puke! We ran into a hail storm over the Sea of Japan.
The pilot shot his lunch all over the windshield.
I barfed on the radio.
It wasn't that lightweight stuff. It was that chunky industrial puke.
You want a bite?
Next time I get a bright idea, I'll put it in a memo.
- Sir. - That will be all, Lieutenant.
- Did that Hawkeye trap? - Number four wire.
- Not bad considering. - The gentleman is here to see you.
What the hell are you talking about
I apologize for the uniform. It's Admiral Greer's idea of a low profile.
If you're working for Jim Greer, you can tell me what this is all about.
Captain, have you got a minute? Here's something you ought to see.
Get yourself a cup of coffee. I'll have some tea.
Get the captain a cup of tea.
The moment that sub went silent and I thought I heard singing...
I heard something in the background, too, and I managed to get it on tape.
I washed it through the computer and managed to isolate this sound.
The computer identified it as magma displacement.
The SAPS software was originally written to look for seismic events.
When it gets confused, it runs home to momma.
- I'm not following you. - I'm sorry.
Listen to it at ten times speed.
That's got to be man-made.
The first contact was at 09:15 and the bearing was 269.
At 09:30, it was here. At 11 and 11:15, it was here and here.
Russian subs have been reported running Reykjanes Ridge at high speed.
- They had hyper-accurate maps. - Yeah, Red Route One.
The front door to those canyons was a location called Thor's Twins.
Look...
Right into Red Route One.
You may think I'm crazy, but I'll bet we found some new Russian sub.
It's now headed for the Iceland coats.
A$40 million 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. - Relax you've sold me.
Plot us a course for the bottom end of Red Route One.
We'll never find him in those canyons. But first we'd better phone in.
Aye, aye, Captain.
Hang on, Jonesy.
If I can get you close enough, can you track this sucker?
Now that I know what to listen for... I'll bag him.
- Carry on. - Yes, sir.
That's the craziest notion ever! An entire nuclear submarine?
They can't all want to defect, even if it's only the officers.
- What's his plan? - His plan?
Russians don't take a dump without a plan.
Senior captains are sure to have thought the matter through.
- He's just going to sail into New York? - It might be that simple.
Things might be simple at CIA
But in the middle of the North Atlantic they get a bit more complex
- Smoke? - No, thank you.
And you'd need more than a few days' inspections.
In order to be any value, you'd have to tear it apart.
- Then we have to keep it. - What will you do with the crew?
They'd know we got the boat.
- Or do you plan to eliminate them - We're not at war, sir.
So we have to do this in such a way that they think we don't have the boat.
They'll go back and report that we don't have it.
Otherwise this whole business is just academic, right?
Yes, I see your point.
- When was the last time you slept? - Awhile.
- The chief outside will fix you up. - Thank you, sir.
Captain.
It'll be dawn soon. We'll be in the CIC.
Things are liable to get a little dicey around here.
- 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.
In the summer of his third year, he went down in a chopper accident.
He spent ten months in traction and another year learning to walk.
He did his fourth year from the hospital.
It's up to you, Charlie, but you might consider cutting him a little slack
The Russians will find that sub before we get near it anyway.
- Passing Thor's Twins, sir. - Very good.
- Passing the Twins now, sir. - Commence your run
Call me when you get to the first turn
Mr. Kamarov, commence your run.
First leg on my mark Course: 260. Speed: 18 knots.
Depth: 270 metres.
Five, four, three, two, one...
Mark
Diving Command, course: 260. Speed: 18 knots.
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 and approaching the first turn.
Come left to course 195 in 30 seconds.
Decrease depth to 200 metres. Maintain speed.
Captain, we are approaching the first turn.
Increase speed to 26 knots and recompute.
Aye, Captain.
Navigator, recompute for 26 knots.
Turn on my mark Five, four, three...
...two, one, mark
Diving control, come left to 195. Up on the bow planes.
Course now 195 and maintaining speed 26 knots.
- Mr. Kamarov? - Next leg, Captain.
Come right to 240 at 8 minutes and 40 seconds.
Very good. Maintain course and speed.
Too fast, Vassily.
Those charts are laid out precisely. So many knots for so many seconds.
- This thing handles like a pig. - Watch your bearing, Mr. Slavin.
15 seconds to turn. Should we decrease speed?
Negative. Prepare to come right.
Eight, seven, six five, four...
...three, two, one, mark
15 degrees on the bow planes. Come right. 240. Move it!
We're in the lane. Next leg 34 minutes to the Neptune Massif.
Course: 240.
- What happened? - The cryogenic plant.
The magnets aren't being cooled. We're 50 degrees above red line.
- It's going to melt. - Kill it, shut it down!
- The cryogen ic plant failed. - Reactor damage?
- The reactor scrammed automatically. - Was there any core damaged?
- Any radiation leakage? - I don't know yet.
- How long will it take to fix? - I've got to find out what's wrong first.
We will have to stop and repair the caterpillar unit.
- We will run on normal propulsion - Captain, we will not be silent.
Make revolutions for 20 knots and engage the propellers.
- Aye, Captain. - That man will get us all killed.
The captain knows what he's doing.
Naval activities? I have no knowledge of this.
- But then I never was a sailor. - Mr. Ambassador...
You have nearly 100 naval vessels operating in the North Atlantic.
You've dropped enough sonar buoys -
- for a man to walk from Greenland to Scotland without getting his feet wet.
You make your point as delicately as ever.
What looks like an exercise could be a prelude to war.
How can we tell the difference? We have to deploy our ships.
Has your government considered -
- that having your ships and ours in such proximity-
- is inherently dangerous Wars have begun that way.
- We have lost one of our submarines. - Lost it?
This is most embarrassing.
Several of the crew, the officers, are sons of high Party officials.
One is even the son of a Central Committee member.
- This is a massive rescue operation? - That is correct.
I'm terribly sorry. How can we help?
- I'm not sure that... - Perhaps a joint rescue mission?
That is very gracious of you.
I will pass your offer on.
But I think we're doing everything that can be done.
Captain.
Our strategy depends on your answer. The fleet will know where we are.
Sonar. We have just been over flown by a low-altitude, multi-engined plane.
Put it on audio.
It's closing. Water entry of small objects.
- Sonar buoys. - Battle stations.
Battle stations!
How long to Neptune Massif?
- How long? - 4 minutes, 10 seconds.
- Should we bottom the boat? - It's too late for that now.
We're out of time. Countermeasures. Prepare to launch a full spread.
Request permission to launch.
Launch the weapon.
Weapon is away.
High-speed screws. Torpedo in the water.
Torpedo is active.
- Torpedo has acquired. - Launch countermeasures.
Aye, sir.
- How long to the turn? - 2 minutes, 9 seconds.
We've no room to manoeuvre.
Shut up!
Torpedo has reached countermeasures and lost contact.
Torpedo has reacquired and is homing.
- Give me the count. - Turn at Massif in 30 seconds.
- Time to torpedo impact? - 35 seconds.
- Increase to flank. - Full-ahead flank.
Torpedo impact now 40 seconds. 35 seconds.
30 seconds.
Turn at Massif in seven, six...
...five, four...
...three, two, one, mark
- Torpedo impact: 25 seconds. - The turn, Captain.
Mark plus eight seconds, nine, ten...
...11 seconds, 12, 13, 14... plus 15 seconds.
- Captain, we're out of position. - Torpedo impact in 15 seconds.
Sound collision.
- We're out of the lane. - You're relieved.
Right full rudder! Reverse starboard engine!
Torpedo impact: 12 seconds.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5...
Navigator, 16 degrees off the bow plane.
- They're really shooting at us! Why? - Easy, boy.
If they were really shooting at us, we'd be dead by now.
I found out what happened to the caterpillar.
The buffer circuit has been torn out. It was only a matter of time.
- What are you saying? - Somebody wanted to cripple the ship.
We have a saboteur on board.
It can't be any of the officers, it must be a member of the crew.
Go and check Puin's flles for information on the crew.
We may have to put them off before we planned.
“Your average Russkie don't take a dump without a plan."
Wait a minute.
He will already have figured out how to get the crew off the ship.
We just have to figure out how he's going to do it.
They'd have to want to get off.
How do you get a crew to want to get off a submarine?
How do you get a crew to want to get off a nuclear...?
- I know how he'll get the crew off. - Not now, Jack
Yankee One, declaring an emergency.
Yankee One, vector 270. Speed is buster, over.
Say again, Yankee One.
A Bear Foxtrot got too close to the group. He bumped one of our F-14s.
The plane's damaged. They're trying to get him back aboard.
Busy morning.
Russian attack-boat subs have taken up station off every East Coast port.
We're up here.
The New Jersey and her group are moving up the coats.
The Russians have attack-boat subs and surface groups here.
- That's a lot of firepower. - Yes.
And there's something else strange. They're not listening to their sonar.
At 30 knots, they could run over my daughter's stereo and not hear it.
They're not trying to find Ramius, they're trying to drive him.
Hounds to the hunters.
Your subcaptain is going to make it to America.
He's going to die within sight of it.
His wingman requested permission to fire.
This could be the biggest naval battle since Jutland. Jesus!
- The water's too cold to eject. - Try and bring him aboard.
- What's this sub off by herself? - Bart Mancuso's boat.
He's at the bottom of Red Route One.
He's contracted what his computer calls magma displacement.
Magma displacement Is that like a seismic anomaly?
- I suppose so. - Can you get me on board the Dallas?
- Mancuso found the Red October. - He hasn't found anything.
This silent propulsion system could be mistaken for...
The only way to get you out there is by chopper.
We'd have to strip it down into a flying gas can.
Yankee One is on final. Rescue personnel are in place.
Pick up your leftwing
Power! Wave off!
Eject!
This business will get out of control and we'll be lucky to live through it.
There's enough fuel to get you there, but the Dallas may not be there.
She might have gone deep. If you have to ditch...
If you have to ditch, get into the survival gear.
At this water temperature, you'll have about four minutes.
Next time, Jack write a memo.
- Is the captain sacked out? - Yeah.
- What about him? - He won't leave.
You know, I've seen a mermaid once.
I've even seen a shark eat an octopus.
But I've never seen a phantom Russian submarine.
We're emerging from the route. We'll make the first turn shortly.
The caterpillar is operational and appears to be running normally.
The crew know about the saboteur and they are afraid.
That could be useful when the time comes.
We could make the Labrador coats in 16 hours.
Half of them would freeze before they were rescued.
It's Massachusetts or Maine in 48 hours.
Two days.
Do you think they will let me live in Montana?
I would think they'll let you live wherever you want.
Good, then I will live in Montana.
I will marry a round American woman and raise rabbits.
And she will cook them for me.
And I will have a pickup truck
Or possibly even a recreational vehicle. -
- and drive from state to state.
- Do they let you do that? - Yes.
- No papers? - No papers.
Commence your turn.
In winter, I will live in Arizona.
- I think I will need two wives. - At least.
- Possible aspect change on target. - Concur, change in bearing rate.
- Crazy Ivan! - All stop. Quiet.
Russian subs turn suddenly when they want to see if anyone is behind them.
We call it Crazy Ivan.
You shut everything down and make like a hole in the water.
- What's the catch? - A boat this big doesn't stop on a dime.
If we're too close, we'll drift right into the back of them.
What about you? What do you look forward to?
I have no such appetites.
Let's see if he can hear us.
There's must be something.
What is it?
I miss the peace of fishing.
Like when I was a boy.
40 years I've been at sea. A war at sea.
A war with no battles. No monuments.
Only casualties.
I widowed her the day I married her.
My wife died while I was at sea.
Post guards in the engineering spaces.
If he can get to the caterpillar, he can get to somewhere more vital.
- Where is he Jonesy? - Target is on our starboard side.
My read is that he's returning to base course.
- Concur, he's returning to 210. - He went right around us.
Give him another 30 seconds. Then secure from silent running.
Here's what we got on the ELF.
Thanks.
What is it?
You're not going to believe this.
We're approaching no return. Dallas probably didn’t get the message.
- We have to turn back - Give it a couple more minutes.
You've got a reserve fuel tank.
I've got a ten minute reserve. I can't invade that except in time of war.
If you don't get me on that sub, that's what you'll have.
If you've got ten minutes of fuel, we stay here ten minutes.
I've got a submarine at three o'clock About two miles.
- Okay, hook him up. - I'll be lowering you down to the sub.
Let's hope this thing runs on fumes.
Surface the ship. This guy is in for a hell of a ride.
Okay, Commander, sit down.
- Did you ever do this before? - Once, on a calm day.
The pilot will have trouble keeping it steady.
Don't get grounded with that rod.
The rotors will be putting out enough static to light up Chicago.
I've got a diver ready in case this guy goes in the drink.
Who would go for a stunt like this!
If I've got to bring you back up, I'll shake the wire.
I'll give you a thumbs up. Remember to cross your arms.
Okay, out you go.
He's halfway down. You're drifting forward.
Get the hook on his cable.
Watch it! Don't touch him. Okay, here he comes.
It'd be easier without that crosswind. I can't see him.
Don't touch him!
- This is never going to work - Reel him back in.
What's going on?
Dallas, have you got a swimmer?
Man overboard, port side. Send out the diver.
Dallas, we are history.
Get the doc down here. I'll be in the escape trunk.
Down ladder. Make a hole.
How do you do, Captain? It's a pleasure to be aboard.
I have to talk to the President.
Of course. May I enquire as to the subject?
My report of a missing submarine was not completely accurate.
The submarine in question is commanded by Marko Ramius.
Apparently he has suffered a mental or nervous breakdown.
Just before he sailed, he posted a letter to Admiral Padorin -
- in which he announced his intention...
...to flare his missiles on the USA
Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?
Moscow does not always tell me everything.
So one of your submarine captains has gone insane?
- You offered your assistance. - You want us to help you kill him?
I have been instructed to ask your president for precisely that.
We'd already found him. We had to break off to pick you up.
- Coffee. A cigarette? - I don't smoke.
Assuming we can find him, what am I supposed to do about it.
We're receiving flash traffic on the emergency circuit
Bring it down.
Well, Mr. Ryan?
- Chief, excuse us for a second. - Come on, Leonard.
The sub is named the Red October, under the command of Marko Ramius.
There's the possibility that he and some of the crew want to defect.
Defect?
Excuse me.
The boat's the Red October The skipper's Ramius?
It seems that circumstances have changed somewhat.
Get this man some dry clothes. I'll be in the conn.
“Soviet submarine Red October under the command of Marko Ramius -
- reported as potential renegade. Threat of independent missile launch."
"Use any necessary force to prevent is approach to the United States."
Left 10 degrees rudder. Steer course 265.
Chief of the Watch, rig for red.
- What's going on? - Battle stations are manned and ready.
- Captain, I have to talk to you. - Not now. Take her to 1,200 feet.
Diving officer, make your depth 1,200 feet.
Full dive on fairwater planes. Full dive on stern planes.
Passing 450 feet, going to 1,200.
500.
600.
700.
- Did you get a good fix? - Yes, Captain.
- Sonar, have you got him yet, Jonesy? - Very faint sir.
Yes, contact on 250. Right where he's supposed to be.
- Is he alerted to our presence? - No, sir.
Come left to 265. Bring us up behind him quietly.
Make your depth 500 feet.
Please listen to me. Two minutes.
- Time to intercept his track? - Four minutes.
Very well, Mr. Ryan. Two minutes.
I understand that message, it makes perfect sense.
Ramius intends to defect. The Russians are trying to sink him.
- They haven't been able to. - I have a firing solution.
The Russians will stop at nothing.
They invented this story because they need our help to sink him.
Weapons control, full safety. I don't want this fish coming back at us.
I know this man.
Has he made any Crazy Ivan’s? His next one will be to starboard.
He always goes to starboard in the bottom half of the hour.
Flood tubes one and two.
You have to establish contact. He wants to defect!
Call Chief Watson to the conn with his sidearm.
Possible aspect change in target
Concur, change in bearing rate.
Crazy Ivan!
Captain, he's turning.
- Which way is he turning? - To the starboard.
Give the man a chance.
- All back full. - Say again.
- All back full! - Aye, sir.
- We're cavitating! He can hear us. - All stop.
We just unzipped our fly.
Open the outer door. Firing point procedures.
If the bastard twitches, I'm going to blow him to Mars.
All stop.
Can you identify the contact?
Los Angeles class attack-boat sub. Bearing: 015. Range: 300 metres.
Opening torpedo tube doors.
Outer doors open. Ready to shoot.
Very well. My orders are specific.
He is preparing to fire.
Flood tubes three and four and plot a solution.
Shall I open the torpedo tube doors?
- Shall I open the outer doors? - No.
Look the firing solution into the computer.
Do not open the doors.
Aye, Captain. Look solution into computer.
- Target has flooded his tubes. - Has he opened his outer doors?
Negative He's just sitting there
- Target is coming shallow. - What does that mean?
It means he's a very cool customer.
He knows we're ready to shoot. He's heading for the surface.
- What's his course now? - 270. Due west.
Bring us alongside him.
Sonar, report all contacts.
My only contact is Typhoon 7.
- Range to target? - Range is 300 yards.
Make your depth 65 feet.
He wants to go up and take a peek We'll play along.
Weapons status?
Weapons are armed. Tubes three and four are flooded, but outer doors are closed.
Mark this bearing!
You wanted to talk to him, Mr. Ryan. There he is. What do you want to say?
Will he be the only one looking through the periscope?
- Probably - We'll have to chance that.
"US told you intend missile launch."
"Do not approach US coats or you will be attacked."
"If intention is other, will you discuss option?"
Can he acknowledge with a single ping?
He can. The question is, will he?
Verify our range to target. One ping only.
Aye, Captain.
I'll be damned. Now what?
All right. "If defection..."
Chart. I need a chart.
Where the hell are we? Someplace deep.
Okay, send him this.
- Are you out of your mind? - Just send it.
How did you know he was going to go to starboard?
I didn’t. I had a 50-50 chance and I needed a breakdown Sorry.
That's all right. My Morse is so rusty. -
- I may be sending him dimensions on playmate of the month.
Reverify our range to target.
- One ping only. - Captain, I just...
Give me a ping, Vassily. One ping only, please.
Aye, Captain.
What the hell is this about?
The Russians want us to sink her. We might have to do that.
We must give this American a wide berth.
Let us turn south.
Mr. Kamarov, plot a new course due south.
New course: 180.
Shut down the reactor.
- Seal the ventilation system. - The ventilation controls have failed.
Everybody out! Clear the compartment.
- Shut the ventilation system down. - The controls don't respond.
Bypass it. Seal it manually. Move!
Say again.
We suffered a leak in the cooling tube The ventilation circuits are disabled.
- The coolant is contaminated - I knew it was damaged.
Radiation alarms are activated in all compartments.
Get us to periscope depth. We'll ventilate with outside air.
Ventilating won't do anything. Get the men off.
- What is the battery condition? - Four hours
- Engage battery system. - The whole ship is contaminated.
We've got to get the men off.
Sir, we have been sabotaged.
- Who said anything about sabotage? - Captain!
I'm afraid the doctor is right.
Very well. Surface. We'll evacuate the men to the deck
Surface the ship. Muster all personnel to escape hatches.
Break out the rafts. We'll use them as shelters until the fleet arrives.
Make sure the count is accurate. We must get the entire crew out.
Master at Arms reports rafts secure and evacuation proceeding.
No officer will spend more than 20 minutes below deck
Surface contact: 270. Six miles and closing fast.
- It's a warship! - Here? Can you identify?
It's a US frigate. Probably Perry class. He's signaling.
Red October, halt and stay where you are.
Do not attempt to submerge or you will be fired upon.
He means to board us.
You will go with the crew. The officers and I will submerge beneath you.
- We'll scuttle the ship. - You will receive the Order of Lenin.
Prepare to cast off. The captain is going to scuttle the ship.
- He's going down, sir. - Put a shot across his bow.
Seahawk One, this is Bravo Command.
She's ready.
Release on my command.
Drop now.
Range to target 900 yards... 800 yards...
700 yards... 600 yards...
500 yards... 400 yards...
300 yards.
The torpedo is detonated.
That torpedo did not self-destruct. You heard it hit the hull.
And I was never here.
- Give Dallas the go. - Get the DSRV moving.
Two million things can still go wrong with this stunt.
Central intelligence Agency... there's a contradiction in terms.
How's the coffee, Ryan?
Dallas, this is the Mystic. Request clearance to launch.
- Hatch is secured. - We're ready to launch.
- Flood the skirt. - Skirt filled and equalized.
- Ready to lift off. - Okay, let's do it.
Thrusting to port.
- 600 yards and closing. - Steer right to course 075.
200 yards... 100 yards.
Hit the lights.
Jesus! That's a big sucker.
- Okay, we're in position. - You can open the hatch.
Hold it a second. Jonesy... Mr. Ryan.
- He's defecting. - And he can't change his mind?
- He's not going to change his mind. - Will you bet your life on that?
Sir, could you hand me that hammer?
Americans.
He's turning green.
There's our buckaroo.
What's so funny?
The captain thinks you're some sort of cowboy.
- You speak Russian. - A little.
It's wise to study the ways of one's adversary.
It is.
I doubt that you remember, but we met at the consulate in Leningrad.
Along with your wife. I'm very sorry.
What gives you the right to fire on my ship?
- You said nothing of a torpedo. - Ryan.
- We had to maintain the illusion. - Are my crew being rescued?
As we speak
- You sent the signal? - That's correct, sir.
How did you know that our reactor accident was false?
That was a guess, but it seemed logical.
Very well.
I present to you the ballistic missile submarine Red October.
My officers and I request asylum in the USA
It's a pleasure, sir. Bart Mancuso, USS Dallas.
- Torpedo. The Americans are shooting. - The pitch is too high. It's Russian.
Another torpedo?
Sonar contact. Alfa class Soviet submarine.
- Why don't I have a detonation? - The weapon armed too late.
You had the wrong range. Fire again with the right setting.
Get me power, and get that damn thing off my boat.
- Somebody just shot at us. - No shit! Get out of here.
The captain is fighting them
Borodin, fire control.
- Ryan, sit here. - I'm not with the Navy. I'm CIA
- CIA? - I write books for them.
Sit down and do what I tell you.
Russian Alfa, 8,000 yards to starboard.
- I think it's the Konovalov. - Increase to flank.
That knob, turn right full.
- All ahead flank. Right full rudder. - He's shooting again.
Battle stations.
- Torpedo in the water. Bearing 315. - Make range 7,000 yards.
- Steer right 315. - That's heading into the torpedo.
- Estimate range 6,000 yards. - Steer right 315.
That's wrong! Ryan, don't turn that wheel.
315.
- You're heading straight for it. - Yes.
- Doing what? - He's turning into it.
- He's directly in the torpedo's path. - Mother of God!
Torpedo steady at 315. Range: 5,000 yards.
- More speed. - We're already at 110
- Run at 115%. - Range: 3,000 yards and closing fast.
- He's heading right at the torpedo. - Can we shoot at the Russian Alfa?
I can't attack-boat a Soviet submarine without authorization.
Torpedo steady at 315. Range: 900 yards.
Torpedo impact: 20 seconds.
- What books? - Pardon me?
- What books dld you write? - A biography on Admiral Halsey.
- It's about naval combat tactics. - I know this book
Your conclusions were all wrong. Halsey acted stupidly.
Nine, eight, seven, six...
...five, four, three, two...
Torpedo impact now.
I'll be dammed.
- What happened? - Combat tactics.
The captain closed the distance before the torpedo could arm itself.
- That's it? - Not quite.
Capt. Tupolev will be removing the safety features on all his weapons.
- Vassily, have you plotted a solution? - It's a little rough...
Gunfire.
- He won't change his mind? - It's one of the crew.
Whoever he is, I'd say he's having second thoughts.
I would like to have seen Montana.
He's in the missile bay. We're showing a hatch warning on number20.
- He can't launch a missile? - No, but he can blow one up.
Captain, take the conn. Get in behind him and stay there.
Captain, wait.
You may need this, sir.
Thank you.
Don't just stand there, go with him! You, get your butt over here.
- The torpedo broke up on impact. - Set the safety ranges for zero.
We must get him before he gets to the ignition circuits.
What happens if he gets to the ignition circuits?
He can incinerate the ship.
- Is that the only way out of here? - Yes.
- Don't let him get past you. - Ryan...
Be careful what you shoot at.
Most things in here don't react too well to bullets.
Right.
Be careful what I shoot at?
- Safety ranges set to zero. - Where's Red October
- She's behind us. - Right full rudder. I'll shake him loose.
- He's going deep. - 30 degree down angle.
Order countermeasures.
The Alfa is too quick It's only a matter of time.
'Some things in here don't react well to bullets..."
Yeah, like me.
- Where is he? - Close, sir.
- 900 metres, directly ahead. - Got him.
- Mark bearings and fire. - We are too close.
Don't argue with me. Do it now!
Another torpedo, it went active as it was launched.
- Left full rudder. Ease her up. - I think he's got us.
Way to go, Dallas!
Torpedo in acquisition. Range 500 yards. You've done it.
I hope this works. Chief, put us on the roof.
Countermeasures on my mark 5, 4...
Release countermeasures. Emergency blow. Full rise.
500 feet.
Come on, Big D. Fly!
That torpedo is still active. It's searching for another target.
A goddamn cook
It's locked on us!
- How close is that Alfa? - 1,000 yards dead astern.
We're turning straight at him. The torpedo is still on our tall.
The hard part about playing chicken is knowing when to flinch.
Collision in 400 yards, 350, 300...
- Captain! - Right full rudder. 30 degree angle.
This is going to be close.
You arrogant ass, you've killed us.
We have as curtained the Red October's final position.
Given the depth of the water and the spread of the wreckage. -
- nothing has yet been recovered.
Your people are with the crew and are making arrangements for their return.
This has been a terrible tragedy.
If you'd come to us earlier, it might have been avoided.
- I appreciate your candour in this. - And I yours, Andrel.
In the future, technology may allow an investigation of the wreckage.
Perhaps.
There's is another matter, one that I'm reluctant to...
One of our submarines, an Alfa, was last reported in the Grand Banks.
We've not heard from her for some time.
You've lost another submarine?
All this way to hide a submarine in a river.
It's 100 miles from any naval base. It's the last place a satellite will look
I grew up around here.
My grandfather taught me to fish off that island over there.
There's is one question you haven't asked me yet: Why?
I figured you would tell me when you were ready.
There's are those who believe we should attack-boat the USA first.
Settle everything in one moment. Red October was built for that purpose.
- Now there’ll be hell to pay in Moscow. - Perhaps.
Maybe some good will come from it.
A little revolution now and then is a healthy thing.
Do you still like to fish?
There's a river not unlike this near Vilnius. -
- where my grandfather taught me to fish.
"And the sea will grant each man new hope."
"As sleep brings dreams."
Christopher Columbus.
Welcome to the new world, sir.
Resync: Xenzai[NEF]