♪♪
[ Clock ticking ]
♪♪
[ Engine whirring ]
[ Metal creaking, groaning ]
[ Metal squeaking ]
[ Blows ]
♪♪
Sasha: I listened to the tape.
The sonar.
The battleship you said you heard.
It wasn't there.
You played the tape back?
I had to understand how you got
the classification so wrong.
But there was nothing,
and when a ship did show up,
it was in an entirely different class...
smaller.
Sonar could barely hear it.
So, what...
I made it up?
[ Sighs ]
Tom, you said yourself
you've been seeing and hearing that ship in your dreams.
It's been haunting you,
and the way you've been acting lately,
the risks you've been taking,
it's like you're courting your own death.
I heard it, Sasha.
I'm worried about you, Tom.
I'm worried to leave you on Nathan James.
In less than five hours,
you're gonna hit that beach in Colombia
with 300 Sailors and Marines.
Don't be afraid for me.
Just tell me you're gonna be okay.
♪♪
We're gonna be okay.
♪♪
Spotters, relay target one.
Lima, Bravo, 3-8-5-5, niner, 7-0-3.
Over.
Position confirmed.
Good morning, Colombia.
Fire.
♪♪
[ Bomb whistling ]
[ Explosion ]
♪♪
Right, 50, add 50.
[ Indistinct shouting ]
♪♪
[ Shouting in Spanish ]
[ Explosions ]
We caught them by surprise, sir.
Yeah. They know we're here now.
Brawler, this is Mother. Report POSIT and T.O.T.
I.P. Ford and holding. No tally.
Their Navy's out there somewhere. Keep an eye out.
Roger that.
♪♪
[ Indistinct shouting ]
♪♪
Tracks are at the waterline.
Good luck.
♪♪
Utt: Navy's lighting 'em up pretty good!
How much longer?
Toone: Hey, Reporter.
You stay in my pocket, all right?
You keep your head down and your armor on.
I don't care how heavy it is. You got me?
Yeah. Yeah.
Devildogs, get those mortars up and running!
Together: Yes, sir!
♪♪
[ Bomb whistling ]
♪♪
[ Men shouting in Spanish ]
♪♪
[ Rapid gunfire ]
♪♪
Move, move, move, move.
[ Gunfire continues ]
♪♪
Lima, Charlie, 3-8-1-5-0-1-6-1...
Ugh! Stay down! Stay down!
I'm good, I'm good.
[ Rapid gunfire ]
♪♪
Targeteers down.
Our troops are too close to the action
for us to fire blind.
Slattery: Brawler, we need eyes on
and suppressive fire. Brawler: Aye, sir.
Coming in hot.
♪♪
[ Shouts indistinctly ]
Move!
[ Rapid gunfire ]
♪♪
[ Helicopter blades whirring ]
♪♪
[ Rapid gunfire ]
[ Bullets pinging ]
♪♪
Stinger!
Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!
This is Brawler. We've been hit. Going down.
Marking location... Hotel Victor.
Three souls on board.
I say again, we're going down.
[ Rapid gunfire ]
[ Men shouting in Spanish ]
♪♪
Corpsman, up!
[ Rapid gunfire ]
♪♪
[ Rapid gunfire continues ]
♪♪
There's another gun emplacement!
Shift fire north! Everyone on me!
♪♪
Move!
- Move! - Get up, let's go!
Move!
♪♪
Should we retreat?
Retreat?!
Hell, we just got here!
[ Rapid gunfire ]
♪♪
[ Men shouting indistinctly ]
♪♪
Ow!
[ Groans ]
♪♪
[ Grunts ]
[ Rapid gunfire ]
♪♪
We're gonna run for that hill! You hear me?!
Yeah. I... On three!
♪♪
[ Explosion ]
♪♪
Aaah!
♪♪
[ Gunfire echoing ]
♪♪
[ Breathing heavily ]
♪♪
[ Screaming ]
- I got you! - Aaaah!
Hey, hey, hey, I got you!
Calm down! I'm not gonna leave you, Marine!
[ Rapid gunfire ]
♪♪
[ Groaning ]
♪♪
At least two buried gun emplacements!
We need to take them out ourselves!
Yes, that's the plan!
Nathan James... Vulture 3.
Too close for fire support. We'll take it from here.
Good luck.
You, you, and you...
take care of those assholes up right!
The rest of you with me.
We're gonna break left
and take that goddamn hill.
Mortarmen, you lay down, cover fire,
and take out their big guns.
On my mark.
Now!
Move!
Move, move, move!
♪♪
[ Rapid gunfire ]
Fire!
[ Rapid gunfire ]
Move in!
♪♪
[ Gunfire continues ]
♪♪
[ Gunfire ]
♪♪
Afuera!
♪♪
Ah! Let's go, Marines. Go, go, go!
♪♪
Wolf: Vulture, this is Taylor.
Barracks are clear. We've got two dozen EPW.
Man: Vulture, copy.
♪♪
Raider 2, Alpha Team Leader. Southern beach is clear.
Man #2: All teams, this is Charlie Chief Gunny.
Team leader is K.I.A.,
we have multiple casualties,
but there is no more hostile activity.
Stonewall 6, Raider 2.
Red Beach is secure.
Man #3: This is Stonewall 6 reading you loud and clear.
Sending medical support and logistics.
Sailors and Marines, well done.
♪♪
[ Propeller blades whirring ]
♪♪
[ Grunting, whimpering ]
♪♪
Last gasp of a dying dictator,
inciting his people to rise up.
Gonna force us to kill civilians
just to protect his own ass. Coward.
Swain, can you trace the broadcast?
I've got a general area.
All right. Give me whatever you got.
[ Keyboard clacking ]
Vulture Team, Navy Spear.
We have coordinates for a possible HQ.
Mark 1-0.8-5-6 North,
Negative 7-4.1-8-3 West.
- Copy that. - Go get 'em.
We've identified three enemy
critical capabilities inland.
Alpha, Bravo, Charlie Companies,
you each head out and destroy them.
Weapons, you have everything you need?
- Yes, ma'am. - Good.
And we have more assets unloading as we speak.
Captain, you did good today.
Thank you, sir. These are some brave Marines, sir.
You're right about that. Damn right.
Find that son of a bitch Gustavo Barros.
When you do, we'll send in reinforcements.
Yes, ma'am.
That is all.
♪♪
Nice work, Steve.
Thank you, ma'am.
♪♪
No.
[ Door opens ]
Felipe: Tavo.
Felipe.
No.
♪♪
O.O.D. Steward: General quarters, general quarters.
All hands, man your battle station.
We just picked up a ship coming out of the north.
What kind of ship?
Don't know yet, but she's heading our way.
Sounds like the Espora class Corvette
we jammed on the way down. Called in from the beach.
Michener doesn't have the firepower to take them on.
We're gonna have to do it without our helo.
T.A.O., put a RHIB in the water at 25 knots,
blasting surface radar to pull them off our scent,
and keep the turns wide. I want it to look like
we're running away. - Aye, sir.
Man the boat deck. I say again, man the boat deck.
With the Corvette's eyes on our RHIB,
we send two Mark 54s down her bearing line.
Smart. Mask ourselves in the noise of the torps,
follow in close behind, hit 'em with some harpoons.
Underwater batteries, ready port and starboard tubes,
and roll FIS green.
Let's sink this son of a bitch.
[ Laughs ]
♪♪
[ Speaking in Spanish ]
[ Laughs ]
Simon.
[ Sighs ]
♪♪
Danny: Gustavo.
He's here.
Apache 1, this is Raider Actual.
We have a visual on target.
Commencing point PL recon,
checking weapons and forces.
Requesting any available unit.
Let's check around front.
Wolf, you're hit.
It's nothing. It's just a scrape.
Doc! Doc!
Azima, it's nothing.
♪♪
Wright: Enemy contact approaching RHIB.
It worked.
RHIB now transmitting enemy vessel's bearing and range.
T.A.O., she's all yours.
Ready torpedoes, ceiling zero feet.
Down Bravo's bearing line.
Aye, sir. Torpedoes ready.
Ceiling zeroed out.
Batteries release.
♪♪
I have detonations.
Alpha contact is hit.
Finish her.
Firing.
♪♪
[ Missiles whoosh ]
♪♪
I count three entrances to the main house.
Charlie Company can come in from the south.
They won't see us till we're up their asses.
[ Rapid gunfire ]
Contact! Run!
All teams, Radar 2! Requesting immediate backup!
Vulture Team is under fire!
I say again, Vulture needs backup now! Over!
Damn it, we've been compromised!
[ Rapid gunfire ]
- Out here! - Move!
Go!
♪♪
Admiral Chandler, I'm getting something else on radar.
Alpha contact?
Negative, sir.
This one's different.
I cannot identify.
Loading O-scope to read signal manually.
♪♪
[ Rumbling ]
[ Electrical buzzing ]
What the hell was that?
The battleship.
[ Electrical buzzing ]
♪♪
Boat deck and Repair 5 are gone.
We got a 10-foot hole you can see the hangar through,
and fires reported in aft I.C. and Main 2.
Repair reports six casualties.
Get personnel back there to monitor missile temps.
Ensure deluge system is working, and station all lookouts.
Class Charlie fires in the p-way!
Shift to aux power.
Commence CSOSS.
Main navigation feed to weapon system down.
We're leaking coolant.
I've lost sonar.
That was too close.
Their aim's only gonna get better.
O.O.D., they can't hit the same spot twice.
Drive for the splashes. Aye, sir.
Helm right 5 degrees, ahead two-thirds.
Helm, Aye. My rudder's 5 degrees right,
ahead two-thirds. Bastard came in dark
while we were busy with the Corvette.
Never saw it coming.
Goddamn clever.
♪♪
This is Raider 2! Where the hell is that backup?!
[ Rapid gunfire ]
[ Breathing heavily ]
I'm good, I'm good. Okay.
Okay!
Split up on my mark!
Now!
[ Rapid gunfire ]
♪♪
I've lost all controls.
Jamming and tracking are down.
VLS door failure. Missiles inoperable.
Engage mount 5-1.
♪♪
[ Electrical buzzing ]
♪♪
[ Rapid gunfire ]
♪♪
[ Rapid gunfire continues ]
♪♪
[ Indistinct shouting ]
Jeter: There's fires throughout the main deck.
We got Sailors trapped below decks
and ocean water pouring in fast.
No one can get close enough to stop the flooding.
CIC Bridge, I need weapons.
Come in.
CIC, this is the captain. Come in.
♪♪
[ Gunfire ]
Ahh!
♪♪
[ Gunshot ]
[ Both grunting ]
♪♪
[ Gunshot ]
[ Grunting ]
♪♪
[ Gunshot ]
♪♪
[ Screaming ]
♪♪
[ Screaming ]
[ Breathing heavily ]
[ Grunts ]
♪♪
[ Breathing heavily ]
[ Grunts ]
♪♪
[ Grunts ]
♪♪
[ Crying ]
♪♪
- Is that everyone?! - Yes, ma'am!
[ Alarm blaring ]
Captain, Helm. We're losing propulsion.
Main engines are offline.
USS Michener is 12 nautical miles and closing.
Turn them back! That battleship will blow her out of the water.
Ma'am, all weapon systems are down.
Navigational systems are dark,
and Nathan James is sinking.
We can no longer fight the ship.
♪♪
Slattery: Captain.
It's time.
♪♪
All hands, this is the captain.
Abandon ship without delay.
Securing and Salvage detail, abandon ship.
All hands, abandon ship.
♪♪
That monster ship of yours is coming for us all now.
♪♪
[ Indistinct chatter ]
[ Alarm blaring ]
Man: Go! Go!
♪♪
Destroy it all. Nothing classified stays behind.
Burn it and then get out of here.
Shut down any weapons systems.
Nothing stays hot.
♪♪
[ Indistinct chatter ]
♪♪
Oo-rah.
♪♪
[ Indistinct chatter ]
♪♪
All ship's company accounted for,
including 17 dead.
We couldn't get them off.
Where's Chandler?
He wouldn't be part of ship's company.
Anyone have eyes on Chandler?
Jeter: He was going back in as I got off.
♪♪
[ Metal creaking, groaning ]
Wolf!
[ Breathing heavily ]
Hey.
Corpsman!
Ecker!
Hey, hey. I'm here. I'm here.
I'm here, Wolf.
♪♪
[ Crying ]
♪♪
Where is he...
Tom Chandler?
Where is he?
♪♪
He couldn't be bothered.
♪♪
Sasha: The war's over.
Your army surrendered.
Your turn.
I will only surrender to Tom Chandler,
soldier to soldier.
We'll send your regards.
Get on the floor.
♪♪
Now.
♪♪
[ Gunfire ]
Ahh!
♪♪
Viva Tavo.
♪♪
[ Indistinct chatter ]
♪♪
One, two, three.
♪♪
[ Creaking, rumbling ]
♪♪
Tom, are you in there?
♪♪
Whatever it is you think you have to do, you don't.
Nathan James is going down. Get off the ship.
♪♪
I have visions, too, Tom.
Sometimes when it's quiet,
I picture an alternate life...
for us.
What do you see?
A sailboat.
You and me,
the kids...
setting off for parts unknown.
Everywhere we make port, people are happy.
We're happy.
Sounds pretty good.
And then I wake up and I realize...
how lucky we are.
We're still here.
We have each other.
That has to account for something.
Stop punishing yourself for being alive.
♪♪
Nathan James, this is Vulture Team.
The king is dead.
[ Static ]
♪♪
I say again, Nathan James, this is Vulture.
Do you read?
♪♪
Nathan James, come in.
Tom.
♪♪
What are you doing, Tom?
♪♪
[ Explosions ]
[ Metal groaning ]
[ Electricity whirring ]
[ Electrical buzzing ]
[ Big-band music plays ]
♪♪
Lynn: How's that feel, sir?
♪♪
You okay with the break?
[ Big-band music continues ]
♪♪
[ Speaking in Russian ]
[ Electricity whirring ]
[ Big-band music continues ]
♪ We'll be all right ♪
♪ Between the devil and the deep ♪
♪ We'll be all right ♪
♪ Between the devil and the deep ♪
♪ We'll be all right ♪
Rachel?
Rachel: I'll see you when I see you.
♪♪
Damage control. Set condition zebra throughout the ship!
We can do it, sir. It's not too late, is it?
♪♪
Is this where you want it, sir?
♪♪
All it takes is the will, the courage, and a good plan.
If you say so, man.
Bibbity bop.
Exactly.
♪♪
[ Doorknob rattling ]
I need help!
♪♪
Come on. We need all hands.
I got it! I got it!
No, don't! No!
[ Film projector clicking ]
There he is.
Right on time, Commodore.
Welcome to Davy Jones' locker.
You're a good man.
We are playing with the house's money.
Feeling lucky?
Luck's about all I've ever had.
You think so?
Am I the only one coming?
Nah. They're all there.
The man who brought back hope from disease,
from famine, from war.
A hero,
a father,
a fighter.
That's not me.
Sure it is.
No.
I get it. You didn't ask for this.
You're not what everyone thinks you are.
Well, boo-hoo, pal.
Them's the breaks.
You sure as hell can't run from it.
I can't go back.
Mm-hmm. Staying here won't change a thing.
You are... who you are.
I'm proud to honor you today for your service
to the U.S. Navy,
our great nation,
and the world.
Captain Chandler,
are you ready to be relieved of command?
Who am I passing off command to?
We have the watch, sir.
[ Samuel Barber's "Adagio for Strings" plays ]
We have the watch.
We have the watch, sir.
Meylan: Bosun, stand by to pipe the side.
Shipmates going ashore.
♪♪
It's time, pal.
♪♪
Michener: God bless you and God bless America.
[ Bosun's pipe whistling ]
[ Whistling stops ]
♪♪
[ Film projector clicking ]
You heard 'em.
Go on.
What about you?
Me? Come with me.
[ Chuckling ]
Nah.
Tex: Commodore.
I'll see you when I see you.
♪♪
Rachel: I'll see you when I see you.
[ Samuel Barber's "Adagio for Strings" continues ]
♪♪
Ashley: Dad?
I want you to find peace.
♪♪