Pearl Harbor outer marker, 30 minutes.
-Hey, Case! What's happening? -Tackman, how you doing?
Hey! Where's your whites? The prez is coming.
He won't miss me.
What's this? You're in the Navy man, you've got to look good. There we go.
-Cue Ball! What's up? -Where's your whites?
-Poor boy doesn't have a dress uniform. -I've got the dress, I forgot the pumps.
Just tell him not to worry. Everything here is handled.
Oh, my God.
No, no. No, no, no, that's okay. We'll take care of it.
Well, it's gonna be a zoo.
-Chief Ryback, captain. -Yeah, send him in.
Chief get in your dress uniform.
You know how I feel about ceremonies. I thought maybe this time--
If I had your ribbons, I'd wear them to bed.
Yes, sir.
Now get in your whites. See if I can introduce you to the president.
-I appreciate that sir, but I got a lot to do-- -I don't think that's a good idea sir.
For once sec, Commander Krill and I are in total agreement sir.
By the way do have 50 gallons of bouillabaisse that I need to prepare by tomorrow.
-My birthday? Yes sir -I could do the cheeseburger routine.
No, It's not for me, it's the crew. They really love that stuff. So we'll allow will do that.
Alright just don't show your face until after the ceremony.
Yes, sir.
You're a sorry-looking sailor.
That I am, sir. Thank you, sir.
Sir. . .
. . .why do you tolerate that clown?
I know you think he's a good cook--
He's more than a good cook. You have no idea. Now let him be, XO.
Yes, sir.
Fifty years ago today...
...the infamous Japanese surprise attack destroyed the Pacific fleet...
...here in Pearl Harbor.
Today, in honor of those who lost their lives, the USS Missouri returns.
Built to avenge Pearl Harbor, she did.
Just days after we dropped the atomic bomb on Hiroshima...
...the Japanese surrendered on the Missouri's deck...
...ending World War ll.
The Missouri fired the first shots of the Gulf War.
Her powerful 16-inch guns destroyed lraqi bunkers.
Her Tomahawk missiles rocketed deep into the heart of Baghdad.
The fastest and most powerful dreadnought ever to sail the seas....
Where's your tattoo?
Man where I got it, you don't want to see.
The last battleship left in the world, BB 63, will be decommissioned.
But now President Bush is paying final tribute to the ship...
...and her great history.
Did you hear the joke about when Andre and Beaudreau went hunting on the bayou?
"Where're the guns, Druillet?"
That's about right.
In the end this unity of purpose. . . .
These ceremonies not only remember war, they celebrate peace.
The president recently ordered the removal of all nuclear Tomahawk cruise missiles...
...from U.S. surface ships.
Tomorrow the battleship embarks for San Francisco for her final voyage.
Her awesome weaponry will be removed and dismantled, probably never to be fired again.
The Commission Missouri will then take her place in naval history.
We will gain the inevitable triumph, so help us God.
Look at the money spent on this photo opportunity.
Ready to get under way, sir.
Very well, let's start let's single up.
Aye, sir. Single up all lines.
-Captain, you have clear water to port sir. -Very well.
No, no, no.
Krill ain't running this ship.
The old man has to okay all helicopter landings.
Johnson how's the captain going to authorize a surprise birthday party for himself?
We already stowed all the gear.
-What's on this helicopter? -This little sweetheart.
-Damn. She's in the--? -Yeah, she's in the cake.
That is Miss July '89. Jordan Tate.
-We'll be ready for her. -Good. Go ahead and keep that.
Lieutenant Ballard, we don't have time talking about this right now.
No time to talk about the security of nuclear weapons?
Maybe I'm not making myself clear.
Any watches not absolutely crucial shall be secured during the party. . .
. . . that includes the Marine roving patrol.
We're already operating on a skeleton crew.
This is a direct order.
The log will show that I consider this unsafe, and obeyed under protest.
Fine.
-You missed a spot. -Aye, sir.
Hey, Cue Ball.
-Cue Ball in the house. -What's up?
Show me a move! Cue Ball
Turn up the tunes! Turn up the tunes!
Show them some moves, Cue Ball. Show them the moves.
Go, Cue Ball! Go, Cue Ball, go!
Man that was cute.
Petty Officer Ryback?
-Ensign Taylor. -Sir.
You don't have to "sir" me Ensign Taylor. We're casual down here in the galley you know.
I'd watch it Ryback. We still have a week together.
I guess that means I won't get to see you go through puberty.
What do you want?
I have orders from the XO on the captain's birthday.
We're having dinner flown in from Hawaii.
This galley will be cleared by 17:00.
And you and your crew are to assemble at the mess deck prior to the helo's arrival.
Negative.
Excuse me?
I'm the only one who cooks for the captain on this ship. You don't like that, you go talk to him alright.
Ryback I don't believe you get it do you.
See, this is a surprise party.
And no one is going to talk to the captain about this.
You know something Ensign Taylor
Captain don't like surprises. Neither do I.
Well then I guess we'll just see what we'll see. Won't we?
There go that little redhead, boss.
"I guess we'll just see what we'll see. Won't we?"
Hey, Ryback, man. Krill's going to skin you alive.
Why is it now that I'm starting to shake so bad. . .
. . .and there's this deep deep fear in me. . .
. . .thinking about Mr. Krill and all the horrible things he can do to me?
Commander Krill. Captain.
Send him in.
You wanted to see me, captain?
Commander Krill. . .
. . . how'd you expect to land a helicopter without my authorization?
-It was a mistake to think-- -It was a mistake, mistake to try.
Your actions are grossly insubordinate.
I want an explanation. I want it now.
Admiral Bates wanted to thank you and the crew for how smoothly things went with the President.
He has got a surprise for your birthday.
He's flying in from Hawaii.
Bates, I see. Well, If the admiral wants a party, I guess we'll have a party.
Let's keep it simple. Off-duty personnel can attend. . .
. . . but watches are by the book.
Yes, sir.
Captain. . .
. . .since Admiral wants to make this to be a surprise. . .
. . . if you could stay in your cabin until we come get you. . . .
-All I'll be engrossed in a novel. -Very good, sir.
-How's that bouillabaisse? Heads up! -We'll carry it in. This needs some more.
Excuse me.
If I'm not mistaken. . .
. . .every one of you has orders to report to the mess deck. . .
. . .for the party.
You stand fast.
Everyone else go! Now.
See you at the party, Casey.
You know Ryback. . .
. . .this does look delicious.
It smells like a lard omelet.
I put up with a lot of your shit. . .
. . . just because the captain likes your cooking.
But this time he's not going to be here to save your butt.
Is that right?
Little flavor.
You like that?
-Fucking crazy? -That's striking an officer!
Come on that's not striking an officer!
That's striking an officer!
-Okay! All right! -Cuff him and throw him in the brig! Lock him up!
-Throw him in the brig! -Nobodys goes to the brig without the old man's signature.
Good point.
Secure him in the meat locker.
Now! Right now.
Let's go.
Now I know why you're a cook. You hit like a faggot.
Steel.
Private Nash. . .
-. . .you came on board in Hawaii? -Yes, sir.
Then you don't know about Chief Ryback.
He is an extreme psychopath.
He hates officers. He hates America.
This is the captain's birthday. I do not want him ruining it.
No one speaks to him or no one is to let him out.
If he tries to escape, shoot him right here.
I'm counting on you.
Yes, sir.
Let's go.
Another cold day in hell.
I think it speaks very well for the US Navy that we allow to entertain a ships crew at sea.
Don't you? I mean. It's so human.
And I love that. Don't you?
I just hope I don't throw up.
You'll be fine.
I love it. I love it!
Goddamn!
Watch your step there.
-Welcome to the USS Missouri. -Thanks.
You okay?
Fantastic!
We're quite excited. We're looking forward to a great time.
God, I love this business!
My future wife Sandy.
She's landed.
The Bunny's landed. See you.
Private!
Doesn't it seem strange that Krill put me in here instead of brig?
I ain't listening to you.
-Welcome aboard. -Okay.
-Guys, make a hole. -Okay.
Don't let these guys bother you. They been at sea too long okay. Are you okay?
I still feel really queasy.
We'll gonna go to the wardroom, where you can change okay.
Let the lady through!
Be careful with the cake man. Pops up in 3 section. And make sure the wires are covered.
That's the way it goes.
-Are you lost? -No, no sir. Where do you want us to be? Over here
-Is the band set up? -Band is set up, Ready to go.
Music is my life. You're over here.
Starboard side, right now.
You'll gonna knock the captain off his feet. You're beautiful.
-For your motion sickness. Take those two of ... -This is gonna save me.
-What happened to your face? -Cut myself shaving.
The cake is gonna ready in minutes.
We have a room ready for you to change. Set up. You'll be absolutely safe from my men.
-I'm gonna go put on my party dress. -All right.
See you later. Let's go, get in line!
Hey.
Don't worry about the thing baby. You play this gig with your eyes shut.
Private!
Let me out of here!
You follow Krill's orders, you'll go to the brig man! Use your head!
Go get my pies out of the oven!
I must be nuts.
Very sick. Very sick.
We just want to give you a great big of a welcome here. . .
. . .to the great big, beautiful Missouri lounge. . .
. . .out here in the middle of the great big beautiful Pacific Ocean.
I'm Bad Billy now.
And these are the fabulous Bail Jumpers!
I have orders not to talk to you. Do you understand? I have orders.
You could be held accountable. . .
. . . keeping me in here like this.
You got to think about that.
Private?
He told you to the last meal you can't talk to the captain.
Go ask the captain if he wants me in here.
You little E-1 prick.
Lieutenant, this is absolutely beautiful.
Old man says keep her level.
How about an hors d'oeuvre?
What have we here?
All right. There's the Twinkies. Where's Miss July?
And there she is.
Miss July 1989.
Oh! Wait a minute. Oh! Wait a minute. No, no!
That's not Miss July.
My God, look at him.
Commander Krill.
Welcome to the revolution.
This party will make naval history. No wonder he wanted everyone here.
Maybe Krill isn't such an asshole after all.
That's great. You better go get the old man darling. He's been waiting on you now.
All right.
Miss July!
Let's go see the old man.
We're gonna surprise the captain now.
-Have a good party! -Come on, dear.
Hey, where's the chief?
We locked him in the meat locker until after the party.
It's only like 40 degrees in there man.
He'll be fine. He's got a guard.
Yeah?
Krill's a maniac. Go tell the captain he spit in my soup.
Ryback you got a fire in here.
Get my pies out of the oven!
Jeez.
Feels good walking around in these pantyhose.
It's okay sergeant. I'm here to escort the captain to the party.
Aye, commander.
-Commander Krill Captain. -Yeah, Send him in.
Krill?
I'm your date tonight, captain.
Wait a minute! Wait a minute!
Who is the highest-ranking officer here in this room?
Who is the highest-ranking officer in this room?
All right, sir. Stand up.
Stand up sir and be recognized.
Part the waves there. Get out of the man's way.
Put a light on the man that's right.
Now, you, sir, you are the highest-ranking officer in this room?
That's right. The operations officer. Third in command.
It's a pleasure to meet you, Commander Green.
Get down!
What the hell's going on?
The party's just beginning.
Captain!
Good shot.
Get down! Hands up!
Put your heads down!
What are you looking at? On the floor!
Put your head down there young man.
-You gonna be good now, boy? -Yes, sir.
What is this, some kind of a joke?
No joke!
I hear gunfire. What's going on?
It's done.
4 minutes ahead of schedule. Damn, I'm good.
Come on!
Come on! Move it!
Let's go.
Mother Goose, Mother Goose the quails are in the nest.
It's just the music.
Private you got shit for brains. That's gunfire, somethings going on. Call the bridge.
I don't know who you're talking to. There's nobody here. No one's listening to you.
I ain't asking you to listen to me.
Call the captain. Listen to him.
Oh, Ryback.
Seal it!
Let's move it! Move your feet! Let's go!
-Let's go! Move! Move! -Move your feet!
Eyes on the man in front of you!
Goddamn it, that's the last time I'll gonna tell you! Come on now, straight ahead.
Shit!
Let this be a learning experience gentleman.
If you resist, we will kill you and the man next to you.
Now move out of here in an orderly fashion.
Now!
What the hell?
Turn around. Hands on your head.
Where is it? Where is it?
Here it is. Here it is.
Listen to the shit I've had to put up with.
"The past few weeks Commander Krill has become increasingly hostile to the crew. . .
. . . possibly due to anger over my last reviews of his performance.
I recommend that he be given a psychological evaluation before taking over his next assignment."
Do I look like I need a psychological evaluation?
Not at all.
I got to change.
Behind your head.
On your toes!
Up against the wall.
XO on the bridge.
Listen up.
Everybody hands on your head and move to the counter, right now.
Your destination is the focsole. Cooperate and you won't not be harmed.
Change of watch gentleman.
You have done a good job to this point, but you are now relieved of duty.
What you doing? Get your hand off that console.
You're a cheeky bastard are you. Move out of here!
My God! Bunch of wussies.
The disk, Mr. Pitt.
Guard it with your life.
Of course.
Bring up the layout, if you will Mr. Pitt.
-We've overridden all of their systems. -We control crypto, CIC. . .
. . .engine rooms, boiler rooms, bridge and all open decks.
We've welded shut the haul, hatches, port, starboard.
A few loose sailors may be berthing. . .
. . .or they're caught in non-essential areas and they can't go nowhere.
-The rest of the crew are sealed in the focsole. -Excellent. Excellent.
Reactivate the weapons systems, If you will Mr. Pitt.
Mr. Daumer. . .
. . .you may deploy the welding crews and chop up Broadway.
Commander Krill, you're hereby promoted to captain.
Congratulations. The ship is yours.
The ship is mine.
Thank you, Billy. All right!
-Can we get something to eat in here?! -Yes, sir.
Get some food!
Commander Krill warned me you were tricky.
Private I'm not tricky, I'm just freezing. Now something's going on here.
Call the bridge. Nobody's gonna yell at you.
You're just doing your job. Check right away.
All right. All right, I'll check in.
That's all.
You do that. And be careful.
This a rare thing.
This is good. It'll work.
Got a call from Private Nash he says he's on guard duty in the kitchen.
-Pitt, pull it up. -Shit, shit, shit.
That's an unsecured area. They can access the whole ship.
Ryback.
Ryback?
Ryback. A cook. A pain-in-the-ass cook.
Give me that.
-Private Nash. -Yes, sir.
l'm glad you checked in. l've been tag with the captain.
Would you keep Ryback under control and do not open the door.
-Tell him you're sending somebody to relieved him. -What?
Tell him you are sending somebody to relieve him.
Stand your station fast. I'm sending someone to relieve you.
Is everything all right sir? We heard something what sounded like gunshots.
Gunshots? Oh, that.
Those are party poppers. Those are firecrackers.
It's part of the Captain's party.
You just stand firm until you're relieved.
-Yes, sir. -Over and out.
Anything else you haven't told us?
Any further memory lapses or oversights, perhaps?
No other memory lapses or oversights, perhaps.
There's two men. One of is locked up. I'll take care of it.
No, no, no.
We'll handle it. Secure the galley. Send Cates, Send Ziggs.
This Marine's armed Bill.
I think we should send more. I'll go.
Don't worry about it. This guys are professionals.
They can handle 20 Marines. . .
. . .and 100 cooks.
You're wrong, Ryback. You're wrong.
-Those were party poppers. -You got shit for brains private.
I know they brainwashed you at boot camp, sometime you have to question authority.
Trust me, boy.
That's gunfire. Now you get me out of here and I'll go take care of it.
And I'll be relieved in a couple of minutes, so just shut up and sit tight.
Something's going on. Use your head this time boy.
Do what you got to do. Get me out of here.
Or when I get out, I'll shoot you myself.
Commander Krill?
Is that you?
Get your hands on your head. Get on your head. Turn around.
Get down on your knees.
Cross your ankles.
Where's the cook?
In the reefer.
Which one?
Son of a bitch!
Cates. Hey, Cates.
-Hey, Pitt. -Yeah.
We've got an F-18.
Daumer, they're sending an F-18 to look for the chopper.
Heading 315 miles, speed 430, approximately 8000.
2-0-7, 61 miles now.
Bearing 180.
Heading 330.
4-30. 5000 now, into descent.
We're going down now.
Looks like one helo on deck.
Going in for a closer look.
30-1 to Missouri, over.
Goodbye!
30-1 to Missouri Are you tracking me?
Negative.
He locked me up! He locked me up! Mayday. Mayday.
Welcome to the revolution.
-Better call the office. -Good idea.
You're in deep kimchi, buddy.
Better have it all in one sock for this one.
Claims he was a company man who worked for you.
His name. What's his name?
William Strannix.
Jesus Christ!
Not good.
Mr. Breaker. . .
. . .you better be absolutely candid with us here tonight.
We need some answers, and we need them now.
Here this gentlemen, if any ships or aircraft approach within 100 miles...
...we will kill the crew and retaliate with everything in the ship's arsenal.
Bill, this is Tom. What's going on?
Hi, Tom.
You know what's going on I have 32 Tomahawks under my thumb. . .
. . .and the only thing you can do about it is alert the media.
You don't have the launch codes.
Let me take a wild guess.
"5-6-6-0-4-9-9-7-8-0?"
This is insane.
Be careful with that word, Tom please.
Mr. Strannix, this is Admiral Bates speaking.
Would you please tell us why the hell you're doing this.
Hi, admiral.
6 months ago, You're boy Tom Breaker cancelled Operation Cleopatra.
Shortly thereafter, two young men from Langley showed up in Miami tried to cancel me along with it.
Now you received each man's right forefinger in the mail, didn't you, Tom?
Tom?
Yes, I did.
Did you expect us to wait in Miami for you to come back and try again?
Look, Bill...
. . . I know things are a little. . .
-. . . a little chaotic for you right now. -Chaotic!
Wake up, Tom!
You know and I know that chaos and bedlam are consuming the entire world.
UV lightwaves are only the beginning Tom. We have an inch of topsoil left.
Topsoil?
Sexually transmitted diseases, deforestation, universibly progressive depletion of the global gene pool.
lt all ends up to oblivion pal.
Governments will fall. Anarchies will reign.
-It's a brave new world. -Bill?
What are you planning to do?
Do you realize Tom that whatever l do is inevitable? Can we agree on that?
Well, Not necessarily.
Well, you see. There you go Tom.
See you can't argue with me here or negotiate or attempt any chicken shit psychological ploy.
You have to reconsider your entire philosophy.
All right, I'm sorry. Whatever you decide to do is inevitable.
Look at my life Tom.
The life you people tried to take. There was Annapolis, miss Vietnam, miss work college and so on.
You know I missed the '60s, and I truly believe if I could have been there. . .
. . .to take my contribution, everything would've worked out fine.
Look Bill, if this is about reliving the '60s, you can forget about it buddy.
The movement is dead.
Yes of course hence the name.
"Movement." It moves a certain distance, then it stops you see.
Revolution gets its name by always coming back around in your face.
You tried to kill me, you son of a bitch.
So welcome to the revolution.
There's more to follow. I'll stay in touch.
He's flipped.
He's completely flipped.
I want an inventory of everything on that ship now.
Aye-aye, sir.
General, here's what we know.
The threat is verifiable. It is real. I repeat, it is real.
Shit! You son of a bitch.
Think they believe you?
I don't know I think they believe I'm crazy, probably paranoid or something like that.
I have a harpoon already locked on.
Fire when ready.
Pipe down, men! Pipe down.
Missile away.
Oh, boy.
Oh, boy, oh, boy.
Bang! You're dead.
-He's taken out satellite relay. -What doesn't he want us to see?
He's try to blind us.
There's no logic to it. He knows that we can follow his movement from Pearl.
You can vector an AWACS.
-Or we can send E-2C from Nimitz. -Make it happen.
Wake up the president.
Bring it in.
Keep it coming in. Bring it in.
Cut it fast. The man is turning angry time is money on this deal.
-This better be a competent crew. -Lassie, Get your ass up there!
Watch your heads guys.
Glad I sent you the blueprints.
Kevin I have 4 sections this way, 7 sections this way.
I'll have cut it up for an hour.
Come on Time is money on this job!
Time is money.
This gonna cut them to the bone. Cut them right to the bone.
What's that noise?
That's my beloved crew.
Keep trying guys. Keep pounding. Subs, ships, someone gonna hear us.
Shut the music off.
What the hell is going on?
What happened to them?
-Who are you and what are you doing here? -My name is Jordan Tate.
I'm Miss July '89.
I was hired to jump out of the cake. . .
. . . but I got really airsick on the way over here and so. . .
. . .this guy gave me these pills and I don't know what happen.
-And I guess I fell asleep. -What kind of babbling bullshit is this?
I am an actress, okay?
I did a Hunter episode and a Wet 'n Wild video.
My agent told me that I was just gonna come jump out of the cake.
How many people on that chopper?
I don't know.
But it was full. There was a band and there was a lot of caterers.
Where's the crew?
I don't know. I didn't see anything.
You didn't see anything, you didn't hear anything and you don't remember anything?
Look I've done a lot of stupid things in my life okay. . .
. . . but you have to believe me, I don't know anything.
All right, I believe you.
So who are you? Are you like some a special forces guy or something?
I'm just a cook.
A cook?
Just a lowly, lowly cook.
Oh, my God, we're gonna die.
The ship contains 40,000 rounds of 20 mm CWIZ.
There's over a thousand 16-inch projectiles.
We believe there's 15 harpoon cruise missiles still aboard. . .
. . .and 32 Tomahawks.
What kind of Tomahawks?
It's all right. It's okay.
Eight of them are specials.
Nuclear-tipped. 220 kilotons each.
Mr. Breaker, would you explain to me how this nut could hold a top position. . .
. . . in one of our intelligence agency?
Would you answer that?
High-level covert operatives like Mr. Strannix are under great stress.
They're creative thinkers who, by their very nature--
See Tom trains everyone in the CIA who's crazy.
All we want to know is how he got our battleship.
That's his specialty.
Just last year we found out North Korea was refitting an old fit sub to fire anti-ship missiles. . .
. . .so we sent Mr. Strannix in.
You've been financing this goddamn maniac's private army?
It didn't occur to you it might become a problem?
Once we realized we had lost positive control. . .
. . . under Executive Order 136, we tried to neutralize him. We missed.
Excuse me.
This North Korean sub. . . .
How do you know he sunk it?
Oh, we're positive he sunk it.
Positive.
Roadrunner to Tweety Bird. Roadrunner to Tweety Bird. Do you read me? Come in.
Tweety Bird to Roadrunner. We're about your neighborhood.
-How's it going? -Sub's up.
-It's all rock 'n' roll to me man. -Any sign of Wile E. Coyote?
No. Meet at the birdcage as plan. Roadrunner out.
-You're the Roadrunner? -Yeah.
Never been caught.
-Bill we got a problem. Cates and Ziggs are missing. -Missing?
I've been radioing them for last 5 minutes. Just no response. Oh boy
-The last location? -The galley.
I told you to send more men. I told you, you should have send more men.
Please don't leave me here alone.
Believe me, this is the safest place you can possibly be. Understand?
No!
Let me out of here!
Let me out!
Do you understand what's gonna happen if anybody hears you?
They'll gonna come and try to kill both of us.
Now be quiet.
I hate being alone.
Do you hate being dead?
Check it out.
-Clear! -Clear!
Put those on.
Okay, you're coming with me, you got to be invisible.
If you walk by a hatch and you see the enemy, you become the hatch.
I'm giving you this assault rifle it's an mp5 there's a selector switch on it.
One is fully automatic, one is semi-automatic.
The definition of semi-automatic is, when you depress the trigger. . .
. . .one round will go off.
That's what I want to give you. I want you to spend one round at a time. Okay?
Turn on the lights.
Check the breaker box. It's happened before it's no big deal.
Man who did this is a professional.
Who is he and why is he doing around loose on my battleship Mr. Krill? Your battleship?
You wouldn't be on this battleship if is wasn't for me.
He's a cook, plain and simple.
-This is not the work of a cook. -He came onboard with the captain.
I know his routine front and back. He's good with cooking knives.
Shit! Cooking knives!
He got lucky.
In my professional opinion, he is a military reject. . .
. . . in command of a galley.
Get down!
-What was that? -That was a bomb, jackass.
He used the microwave as a detonator come here.
You secure everything between here and the CIC.
You spot anything, you radio at once for backup. You don't get creative you call for help you understand? Move.
Put these fires out!
I'd would like to see the ships personnel file on this plain-and-simple cook Mr. Krill.
-Yes, sir. -Put out these goddamn fires!
SEAL Team 5 will launch from Nimitz aboard a CH-53 Echo. . .
. . .with an Apache gunship in support.
At the objective area, the Apache will take out Missouri's radar. . .
. . .and her electronic warfare systems.
Then SEAL Team 5 will board and retake the vessel.
And the odds of success?
If were dealing with a lunatic whose only partially in control of the ship. . .
. . .the odds are good.
On the other hand if he's ready for us. . .
. . . if he's prepared to repel boarders. . .
. . .the odds are not good.
And bear in mind here, the operators from SEAL Team 5 are the best there are.
This is our only hope of saving the crew and retaking the ship intact.
Let me make one thing absolutely clear:
If the SEAL team fails. . .
. . .we will have no alternative but to launch an air strike. . .
. . .and destroy the Missouri.
You know what that means.
We'll get her back for you.
Make it happen. Make it happen.
Twenty-two, 12, perfect.
It's 44 feet from the weather deck to the top of the missile canisters.
It'll take about a half an hour to assemble that section of the crane.
Ryback's file wasn't in personnel. It was in the captain's private cabinet.
Ryback is an ex-SEAL.
The goddamn cook's a SEAL?
Shut up and listen. "Expert in martial arts. . .
. . .explosives, weapons and tactics.
Silver Star. Navy Cross. Purple Heart with cluster.
And security clearance revoked after Panama. That means he could hold only rating except that of as a yeoman..
. . .or a cook. How little did I know.
We just lost two more men in the engine room.
You were told to review personnel file on every individual on this ship.
I know I was told, but I didn't have access to the captain's files at that time!
-I'll get this fucker myself. -Oh, no, calm down.
-Want to get killed? -Are you an idiot?
-You're calling me an idiot? -Yeah, I'm calling you an idiot.
Calm down. Get me three roving patrols. Keep him down below the weather deck.
-Move out! -Stay on schedule!
To the bridge!
I'm the girl. Why do I have to carry everything?
-I support women's lib, don't you? -When it works in my favor.
-Hear this, all personnel. -Move ahead.
Beware of booby traps on all situation.
Do not pursue hostile parties into areas of the ship that we do not control.
Report to Daumer individually at five-minute intervals and switch...
...to the alternate frequency.
Now.
Goddamn SEAL.
Tell you what I'll carry everything. . .
. . . if you kill whoever we run into alright.
I have a little rule about killing people.
Well, Actually, I have two rules. One:
I don't date musicians. And two: I do not kill people okay.
I'm thrilled to death to hear that.
But it leaves a lot of open territory. Get up the ladder.
-And let's go. -God!
I think you've got the wrong partner here.
Now wait here.
Sit down there.
I'll be back in just a minute.
What's that?
What is that?
This is a SEAL magnaphone.
It's an MX 20-20. It's a secure satellite uplink.
Like a car phone.
Yeah. Something like that.
Excuse me Admiral, this is hot.
You know Casey Ryback?
Chief Ryback? Yes sir
He's top hand in the Teams. Wish we had him in this mission.
I think we can he reached us on a SEAL magnaphone. He's on the Missouri.
What?
Listen to this. Everyone listen up.
Affirmative. Roger that.
Can you estimate the size of the force were dealing with here?
-I'd say about 30 sir. -Affirmative.
We'll go patch you to Captain Garza.
Stand by.
How do we know he's not working for him?
Hey, I'll guarantee Chief Ryback. He's a good guy.
Wait a minute.
We won't actually take the chance. Don't tell him anything about our response.
-Chief Ryback, Captain Garza. -Glad you're there Captain.
What we want you to do at this point is just continue to feed us on-site intel.
Nick this man may be crazy, but he's a professional.
I mean they're manufacturing some kind of railing system to offload the Tomahawks.
Believe it or not, the XO's in with them.
Commander Krill's involved?
Admiral. . .
. . .that means they control the ship.
Holy God.
Chief Ryback, this is Admiral Bates speaking.
Sir.
I want you to coordinate your efforts with us. Do you understand that? I want you to keep cool...
...and wait for the strike team. Do you understand that?
Yes sir I'd better get off sir before they pick up the signal.
-Get back to us in half an hour. -Roger that.
You're not a cook.
Yeah, well. . .
. . . I also cook.
Get your stuff.
He had an extremely distinguished career until Panama. . .
. . .when most of his seal team was killed due to poor intelligence of the airport.
Ryback's a warrior. He's the best there he is.
When he got back from Panama, he punched out his officer in charge.
Got Adams took him aboard Missouri as his personal cook so he could finish his 20.
Hold it. Just hold it.
What if this toad, Zwieback, or whatever the hell his name is, is right. . .
. . .and the missiles are offloaded before the SEAL team gets there?
There is no way for Mr. Strannix to get past us.
We have AWAC surveillance and SOSUS system off in Honolulu. . .
. . .tracking every ship and sub at sea.
They leave the Missouri, they're ours.
How do we know that Honolulu isn't his next target?
Tell me that.
Take a look at this.
-Know what all those little bit lights are for? -I've been trained.
Come on! All right. All right.
-You can fly that helicopter? -Yeah.
-Then we can get out of here, right? -No.
Here's the MP5K.
When that red dot's on the target, what you see is what you get.
-I told you I don't like guns. -I know. Neither do I.
Now get back up under there.
These things are gonna sell like hot cakes!
Absolutely.
What are you gonna do with $200 million in the bank?
Buy the presidency.
Someone's moving. Right there!
He's on the flight deck! Go! Go!
Come on out of there!
Where are you taking me? I don't know anything! I don't know!
Let go of me! Leave me alone!
Get your hands off of me!
Now! God, leave me alone!
Move!
There he is!
Move!
Stand fast! Do not pursue that man!
-Secure missile battery number three, now! -Man that hatch!
This guy's a pain in the ass!
We got to do something about him.
I know what to do.
I do.
This insanity is so logical.
There's a fire sprinkler system in the compartment where they're being held.
Mr. Pitt?
The focsole.
Hit a button, it starts to flood.
In a short time, they'll all drown.
Ryback will kill himself trying to save them.
Mr. Pitt.
You're a maniac.
Drowning your own crew.
They never liked me anyway.
I bet they fucking love you now.
You see this? These are cut everywhere.
What is that?
They're gonna use this for a railing system to offload the missiles onto a ship or sub. . .
. . .they're gonna rendezvous with.
What's that?
That's Morse code.
What are they saying?
They say "get me the fuck out of here."
-What's that? -Get the hell away from the hatch!
Now what?
Ryback?
Johnson, get over here and you guard that door. anybody comes through you shoot them.
Hey Casey you okay?
Yeah. Are you okay?
Yeah.
-Is this all of you? -What do you see.
Six of us got trapped. What the hell is going on?
We got a problem. That what's going on Who's this?
Calaway, Gunner's mate, 2nd class, '44, '46.
Hey everybody this is Jordan. She's a casualty of the situation I'll about to brief you all on.
-Hi. -Nice to see you. You too, Case.
Granger, you take this.
-Baker get your tools. We've got work to do. -Right.
Look alive gentleman We're jumping into a shit storm here.
Must've been a power surge.
Yeah.
That's the last one Case.
This way should disable their weapons systems within a half an hour.
Mr. Ryback, may I have your attention, please?
This is Captain Krill speaking.
I'd would like for you to look at the ships monitors will you. . .
...where you are at this point in time.
Are you watching?
I prepared a special show for you.
Here it goes.
I want you to know there are no hard feelings.
l have no grudge against you...
...or the rest of the crew.
You did your best.
Discipline is right out the window here.
Granger, turn it off.
We got to save them.
You know they'll gotta have a trap for us.
But they're expecting me, not all of us.
All of what? I do laundry.
I was ironed during the Gulf War. I ain't cut out for this hero bullshit.
You're in the Navy, remember?
"It's not a job, it's an adventure."
To hell with that man. I'm on the college program.
-I'm with you, Case. -Let's do it.
We're out of here.
All right, I'll stay and watch Miss July.
-Baker can you get the lights out in Broadway for me. -I'm going.
No problem okay, but the emergency lights will kick on a couple of sec.
All right, what the hell. Show me how to work this one?
Go!
Take cover! Take cover! Come on, guys!
Take cover! Get down!
Right! Turn it! Turn it!
Turn the water off!
They're gonna get us out of here!
They're gonna get us out!
Pull him out of there! Pull him out of there!
Help him, Tack! Help him!
Come on, buddy!
Breathe!
Listen to him!
Hang in there!
Shit!
We'll be offloading in an hour.
Listen, he freed a few men, and guys I think...
...they went into the focsole, but we got them pinned down.
Kill them if you can, keep them contain.
Looks like your plan worked. They're gonna trapped below.
-Good. -Drop the anchor!
This is where it's gonna happen.
HeIIo?
-Who in the hell is this? -Who in the heII is this?
This is Admiral Bates speaking. I'm trying to get a hold of Chief Ryback he is about.
He's in a gunfight right now. l'll have to take a message.
What the hell is going on there?
Hold on. Here.
Yes, sir.
Chief Ryback, this is Admiral Bates.
I see that you completely disobeyed my orders. Correct?
Sorry sir. You can court-martial me if I Iive sir.
I see.
I want you to listen to me very carefully.
SEAL Team 5 is en route. You understand that?
Yes, sir.
Nimitz air group is our backup. You understand that?
Yes, sir.
Now, since your ass is on the line sailor, I authorize you right now. . .
. . .to do whatever you can to aid in the arrival of the SEAL team.
Because if I goddamn can't control you. . .
-. . . I might as well support you. Correct? -That's affirmative, sir.
You. . . .
You have some good luck there, sailor. I'm out.
They got a lot of trouble on that ship.
Here I go.
Bullshit I'm not staying here.
-Where are you going? -Tack man what did you say to her?
-What are you doing? -The safest place on this ship is right behind you.
Hug the wall. Get out of the middle!
Miss July, come back here!
Casey!
TAG leader, TAG leader, this is Cobra escort. We have you in our sights.
You shouId see us on your portside right about now over.
Listen Francois, put the money in the bank in the Zurich by midnight, or nothing gonna happen.
Fuck you, Strannix!
Call Chicago sell everything we got in MacGregor Aircraft.
That's talk gonna go to shit when they find out what's going on here.
Two choppers they taking sneak in under our radar.
Strike team.
Of course we drive a hard bargain Francois you gotta get a hard value.
Listen Monami you give me any more trouble, I'll calling Mohammed. You understand?
Strike team is in range and locked on.
Kill them.
No, no, Francois. Not you. Listen I'm gonna put my accountant on the line. . .
. . .will give you the account number. Okay, here. Talk to that frog.
Strannix?
Something's wrong.
We've got a big problem here. Switch to auxiliary!
Nothing.
Shit, I lost the phalanx. The whole things dead we're sitting ducks.
Get me secure to the sub right now.
Sub's up.
Coyote, this is Roadrunner. Come in.
Here come the good guys.
One minute!
The fantail's fouled up! We're going in on the bow.
What the hell was that?!
It's confirmed sir. We lost them all.
We have no choice now. . .
. . . but full air assault from the Nimitz.
Mr. Trenton, would you please?
We need more hands on deck to help tie this sub up.
Start offloading.
The crane isn't finished. We got another problem below decks.
Pull four men off the welding crew to help tie up the sub right now.
-Go. -Yes, sir.
My goodness!
Daumer, Daumer, Daumer. Why didn't you hire this person?
I don't know what his price would have been, but it would've been worth it.
Please Bring it up!
Okay, okay. Ease it over. Ease it over now.
Number seven. Number seven. Get number seven now.
Easy!
There's someone in the water!
Behind you!
-I saw someone in the water! -Hey! Hey!
Hook him!
Hook that son of a bitch!
Check for a bomb! He may set a bomb!
Who saw him? Come on!
You're incredible, Ryback.
It's a shame you're not cooking for us.
Next thing I know. . .
. . .you'll be dating musicians.
What the hell you doing over there?
Where's Daumer?
Probably dead.
The bowplane is jammed.
We can't submerge.
I'll handle it. It will be operational under way.
You fix that bowplane, I'll make you an admiral.
Consider it done. Where are you going?
-Make Honolulu glow in the dark. -Outstanding.
I'll meet you 15 miles due south in the captain's motor launch.
Rally your men here in zero one.
I need one acetylene torch, one arc welder and one crowbar, right now!
-What'd he say? -He can't fix it.
I'll fix it! Go! Now!
Why can't you speak English?
Hang in there, Casey.
Talk to me.
There's nothing to say.
Whatever they did. . .
. . .they're smarter than I am.
Everything's dead.
It's hopeless.
Nothing is hopeless. Take heart.
Just give me a little more time, I'll figure it out.
I like your attitude. Excellent.
It's clear. Hey, Case.
What the hell?
I'll put it to you in plain English. It is so simple.
Hammer that rod back into place.
Weld it over the bowplane. Without it, we can't survive.
Make him understand. Now!
Where's Johnson?
-He's gone. -We can't let them get away with this shit!
What about those 5-inch guns?
No good. We offloaded all the armor-piercing rounds in Hawaii. We got starbursts.
Nothing that will penetrate.
Calaway.
-Gunner's mate. -Yeah, chief.
You see those?
We still got shells for those.
I did it.
It's charging. In a few minutes we'll have enough power to fire.
Well done.
Let's go!
Get on those last three bags!
Out of line.
-Another one. -Watch my hand signals!
Stand clear!
Easy, guys, easy. Just glide it through.
What's the course and speed of that submarine?
Course 172. Speed six knots.
Granger, Tackman get down the 5-inch guns now!
-What do you want me to do? -Alright you see those black switches?
-I'm gonna tell you click them on, one by one. -What if we blow up the sub, won't the nukes go?
Doesn't work like that. They not gonna detonate.
They'll sink with the sub.
I know. Lower the cradle.
Cradle lowered.
-Ram the projectile. -Easy.
When you ram the powder, you ram that easy.
Real easy.
5 inch starbursts are ready.
Fire the starburst!
All right.
You, secure this room. Get back to work, jack-off!
They're firing at us!
They're just desperate.
Those are just 5 inch starbursts. They don't have any shells to get hurt us.
Two-zero-four degrees, Calaway.
Elevate the barrel.
Zero-two-eight degrees.
Fire in the hole.
He's doing it! We're out of time!
They're reloading right now. They're reloading right now.
Granger, Tackman! Reload!
Lowering the cradle.
Scoot over!
Goddamn it!
Close the breech.
Lower it. Lower the bowplane!
Pull! It's working! It's working! Come on, let's go.
Two-four-one degrees.
Two-four-one degrees back.
Dive!
It's working!
-Two-zero-four degrees. -Two-zero-four degrees.
This is it.
Ryback is gone.
Let me look.
Fire in the hole!
-Direct hit! -We hit it!
Strannix, what the hell is going on?
Daffy Duck. Porky Pig. Little red fucker with the mustache. The big chicken.
Strannix!
All of my life. . .
. . .Saturday morning cartoons.
The best.
Shit.
For example. . .
. . .do you remember those two little shrimp coming in, riding in those 2 little seahorses. . .
. . .with little hats, little chaps, little pistols?
Shooting back over their shoulders.
Rescue that lobster from the. . .
. . .Swedish cook.
Funniest thing I ever saw in my life!
-Splendid work, by the way. -Strannix!
Splendid work!
My, my, my. . .
. . . how hell doth quicken the spirit.
-Tomahawks! -They're up and ready.
Where?
-Fire control. -Of course! The fire control.
Chips and dips on the weather deck.
Don't be late! Motor launch is waiting! All hands!
Clear out of here!
Let's go.
Strannix!
4 minutes.
-4 minutes. -Strannix, Meet us at the motor launch.
4 little minutes.
Home run.
Yeah!
We did it!
This little piggy went to market.
This little piggy stayed home.
And this little piggy. . . .
Oh, mama. Oh, mama.
All the way home!
Happy trails.
Flicker in the captain's launch, there's the MX 20-20, the SEAL magnaphone.
-You get that bring it to me. Take her with you. -The what?
Okay. The car phone.
-Admiral? -Yes, sir.
The Nimitz is tracking two Tomahawks just launched from the Missouri.
-Where are they headed? -Honolulu.
Oh, God.
-What's the flight time? -24 minutes, sir.
-Tell me can we destroy them in the air? -The only destruct codes are on the disc aboard Missouri.
Scramble Navy and Air Force fighters from Pearl now.
What are the consequences of those missiles dropping on Honolulu?
Approximately about 1 million people will reach 10,000 degrees Fahrenheit. . .
. . . in less than a second.
Mr. Secretary. . . .
Hey Tom we'll just blame it on the cook.
Absolutely.
Take it north.
Roger that. Were heading north.
I'll take that weapon.
Quietly.
Now.
You look familiar.
I know you, don't I?
I think you do.
Been a long time.
Yes, sir. It has.
Turn around.
We'll have a little tour. Step forward.
Here we have. . .
. . .our Tomahawks. . .
. . .speeding their way to the sunny Aloha State. Turn around.
As you can see. . .
. . .there will be no return.
And I got the key.
The lock is broken. Step forward.
Have a sit over there.
You'll gonna watch the end of the world on Television my man.
Put your feet up. Relax.
You know, you're good.
You are really good.
It's gonna be a shame to kill you.
Behold my finest work.
Do me a favor. Tell me something.
You really think blowing up a bunch of innocent people. . .
. . . is gonna change anything?
What made you flip like this?
I got tired of coming up with last minute desperate solutions. . .
. . .to impossible problems created by other fucking people.
All your ridiculous, pitiful antics not gonna change a thing.
You and I. . .
. . .we're puppets in the same sick play.
We serve the same master. . .
. . .and he's a lunatic, ungrateful. There's nothing we can do about it.
You and I are the same.
No. There's a difference, my man.
You have faith. I don't.
Keep the faith, Strannix.
Locked on my nose, 15 miles on the deck.
Five miles, on target. Weapon status, clear to engage.
Roger.
-Excuse me, admiral. -Yes?
They intercepted one of the missile gentleman.
What about the other one?
The other one it slipped through.
Chief. . .
. . .we've only got time for one shot at this. So we'll do it by the numbers.
Ryback, load the disk.
Now punch 47.
You're now on KU.
Code is six, four. . .
. . .three, five. . .
...zero, zero.
That's 643500. Is my read-back correct?
That's affirmative.
Stand by, sir.
Got it! Nimitz is no longer tracking.
Good man! Good man, Ryback!
Sir, call off your bombers. Sir, call off your bombers.
We're calling off the aircraft. We're calling off the aircraft.
Thanks, Ryback. Great job! Great job!
Want to go swimming? I got a Zodiac here and some C-rays. . .
. . .you know a little umbrella. . . .
Case I'll go with you.
She's all right! She's all right!
Good, good, all of you guys.
Great!
Good job!
Hold on in there, we'll get you out in a minute!
What did I miss, chief?
Looks like you'll gonna need about three or four stitches. I wanna see you down in the infirmary.
I'm afraid of needles, you know.
-What's for breakfast, Case? -Subs, Tackman. Subs!
Case, show me a move.
Here's one move.
Present arms!