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Engineering, checkauxiliary
and related gear.

Run diagnostic to confirm achieving

5,000 pound
status-- over.

Aye, sir.

Engineering reporting,
commencing diagnostic

in six
minutes-- over.

Very good.

Engineering-- 5,000
poundstatus achieved-- over.

Very good.

Thank
you-- over.

Bye, sir.

Captain
on deck--

Captain, sonarcontact--
the American sub

is still on direct
heading towards us, sir.

Contact is imminent starboard side.

Captain, what are your orders?

Captain!

Dmitry, verify depth and..

Ready ahead.

Captain, contact in 20 seconds!

15 seconds!

, Captain.

- Contact!
- From where?

For you,
Koba--

Russian paperclip mines.

There's business cards.

They were too good to
pass up at the price.

That's what worries me.

Open it.

It's just I can still
feelthat old thorn in my side.

What? I'm fucking cold.

Come on.

Show some sack, buddy.

Anything?

Negative.

Either we lost him, or
thebatteries are finally dead.

Nah, he's in there.

I vote we lost him, OK?

Koba's gonna know we
tampered with the mines.

He's gonna know we're out here.

Koba always knows.

$250,000 US for the whole lot?

Da.

How drunk were the fucking Russians?

Remote--
stand back.

OK, merry
Christmas Cap--

we have ourselves a
testarming on the 10th floor.

Good work, Zhukov.

I guess the Russians need..

There could be 100 guys in there.

There's the dead Russian.

Dead Russian's got
less than 100 rounds--

not great.

What do you say?

Well I'm in.

Get up.

Then let's kill this
sonof a bitch and go home.

Have the men check in again.

Three four--
check in.

Check in!

Where the hell is he?

Come on.

Cap, they're gone.

Check your six!

Pull the fuck out, now!

Stand back,
god damn--

Yes!

One for the bad guys.

Watch your step.

Only half the mines are lit.

Thompson, find us a way out.

CO Harrison, life's
resilient cockroach--

Too many mines--
can't get a lock.

Tracker's overloaded--
too many mines.

Koba, I will bring this whole fucking

building down around us.

Back your men off!

And I'm the one portrayedas
a lunatic on CNN?

Go ahead.

Bring it down.

The exit's right behind you.

Oh
yeah--

Cap, follow me!

I'll clear the way.

Finish it, Zhukov.

Come on!

Make it look good.

Cheap
ass gun--

Zhukov-- cut
him, Zhukov!

Cut him good.

Give me some good body blows.

Zhukov, see if you canget
a shot of hi kneeling

at some point.

Bring him back in the light, damn it!

Get him!

Kill him, Zhukov!

Kill him!

Yes!

Zhukov, take him!

Good!

Get him
now-- now!

Bring it, queer bait.

Come on.

Get up, Zhukov!

What's wrong with you?

Cap, this is clear.

Whoops, almost forgot those.

Thompson!

Oh, this is good stuff.

You look fantastic.

The mines were too cheap.

I shouldn't have brought them to you.

Not at
all--

we got rid of that cocksucker.

Here, send this out immediately.

We can make Wolf Blitzer by next week.

This is JohnStanley for "National News."

It's another bad year for the US Navy.

The maiden voyage of the USS Manta,

America's newest nuclear submarine,

has ended in embarrassment.

Like the Green Bill beforeit,
the Manta's collision

with a Russian submarine
on joint maneuvers

has brought its Captain,
William Arlington, under fire.

The Manta will return tothe
San Diego Naval Shipyard

for repairs later this week.

The damage lies below the water line,

and that's just where
theNavy wants to keep it.

Captain Arlington will face
acourt martial upon his return.

That's why they put the
JAG officer on the ship.

Because, with an accident
likethat, I mean what do you-- sir.

Yeah, the meltdown's coming.

Put a lid on that, shithead.

Arlington doesn't melt down.

Captain Crunch?

Captain Crunch-- now
that's pretty funny.

Now where'd you hear that?

Oh, it's coming from
JAGOfficer Heather Mitchell.

She started it.

Pretty damn funnycoming
from a JAG officer,

but coming from you
it's a death sentence.

Oh come on, man.

Look, you listen.

And you listen good.

You respect the Captain,
andyou wash that talk no matter

how many subs the old man hits.

Come on.

Captain
Crunch--

Sir--

Captain on deck!

You do your homework, Sims?

Sorry, the wicked witch
has been on me all day.

But Deere still says that he made

positive contact with the Russian sub

before you even gave the order.

The Russians are still really pissed.

They haven't
given us shit--

anything to work with, sir.

But you know my vote.

The gear is faulty.

You're my great white hope, Sims.

Well it's a good thing
I'm white then huh, sir?

I'm honored.

Carry on.

Captain, we were just talking about you.

I have no doubt about that.

Sims has been veryuseful
with the sonar logs.

You got a good man there.

Yeah, I know that.

Is that really what the two
ofyou have been talking about,

how helpful Sims has been?

Yeah, yeah.

And take care of that
fallkit while you're at it.

OK, Sims is stuffing so
manystolen documents under his seat

he's grown a foot.

He wants to help you, fine.

But I just feel like he's wasting

the boat's time right now.

So now he can't assist me.

One
piece--

I ask that you just getthis
boat home in one piece

before the enemy or
the media take it apart.

And I'll help you out
of the hole you're in.

You got to hide your shovel first.

The new
one--

Captain Crunch--
it's good.

The crew says you came up with it.

I think Captain Crunch
is pretty damn funny,

but it's not mine.

It's bad enough you've taken my command.

At least leave me my reputation.

Home in
one piece--

I can do that quietly.

Or I can do it publicly
in front of the crew.

But it'll get done, Captain.

Thanks-- thanks for allthe
help on that one, Greg.

Well I am trying, Bill.

You know, we're all on thin ice here.

No, I'm the one who's on thin ice.

What you're on is a fence.

It's different.

You know, the comment
didn't come from her.

It came from some kid
in Forward Torpedo--

Shithead Talbot.

She chewed him out for it.

Looks like your grapevine
isfaultier than your new sonar.

Quiet-- hey, you shouldn't
besmoking that at your station.

It's not my station.

Seal or Marine?

I walk upright.

I must be
a Seal--

John Harrison.

Heather Mitchell-- where'sthe
crewman that's supposed

to be at the station?

Ah, he always takes offright
after they check on him.

That's why I come here.

It's the quietest spot on the boat.

Why don't you report him?

Because I get to smoke.

Well, it looks like
I'm taking your spot.

Hm, it's not mine.

It's familiar, that's all.

I worked Tomahawks
for two years--

as you said, quiet.

I'm sick of busting people today.

See any action?

What?

On Tomahawk
duty--

Oh, two years
of drills--

but I've heard every big
dick joke in the world.

Know any good ones?

Since you're here,
let'stalk about the accident.

Did you detect any shifts inthe
boat's direction beforehand?

I wasn't here.

I'm just hitching a ride back.

I don't know exactly what happened.

This boat looks worse than me.

What was your assignment?

Bite me.

Looks like you're JAG.

You ought to know you can't ask me that.

Ah yeah, JAG
Officer Mitchell--

are you gonna crucify Arlington or what?

I'm not here to crucify him.

And I thought you didn't
doanything about the accident.

It was an expensive fender bender.

My rifle's all banged up to shit.

I don't give a rat's ass.

Nobody got hurt.

He's a good captain.

Why don't you leave him the fuck alone?

Just an opinion, Lieutenant.

Tomahawk boy will be back in a minute.

Should I be fishing here, Yuri?

Am I the captain of a trawler, huh?

One more minute, sir.

We need to draw freshair
into the entire boat.

Am I on the wrong ship?

Put out that damn cigarette!

Just one more thing, and we'll be ready.

What now?

There is no report
from the lookout, sir.

Sonar--

You blind bastard!

What do you see?

Peace and quiet.

Masks now--
put them on!

Do as I say.

Gas!

Gas!

All clear.

Excellent
work, comrade--

well worth the money.
- Thank you, General.

The Navy should have paid us this month.

But no
matter--

I'm now the richest man on the boat.

Yes, you were.

Stop, stop!

You call those low velocity bullets?

Kill half the crew.

The Russian crew?

Yes, before they wake.

Keep only the ones we need.

Record everything.

And as for the
third tanker--

time for six more months
of high oil prices.

Thanks.

He still thinks we'rerigged
for silent running.

I hear he sleeps in the mini sub.

Oh yeah?

Yeah.

And I hear he has good hearing.

And he got a real knife, too.

So be quiet and chew your food.

So Dick, I hear the
Proteustorpedoes are up and running.

They're up.

For how long?

I don't know.

Do anything work on this boat?

It's the Navy's flagship.

The flag works just fine.

Engines are great.

I swear engineeringTukachevsky
here is praying

for a vapor leak.

Not on my boat.

Pray for something else.

This reactor's like a
child proof safety cap.

I swear the Navy doesn't
trust me inside it.

It's a reactor, dumb-ass.

You shouldn't got inside of it.

Can I talk to you, sir?
- Three tankers?

Yes sir.

Excuse me-- flash
graphictransmission from NAV-CON.

Just call me when you're ready, Captain.

As you were.

Anybody needs me, I'll
be in the mini sub--

sleeping.

Terrorism strikes home again,

this time on the high seas.

The Alaskan gulf is in
flames this afternoon

after the latest of three tankers

explodes and sinks
inAmerica's busiest oil route.

The Navy is searching for asub,
possibly of Russian origin.

The Russians are
denying any involvement,

instead pointing toward
BinLaden's Al Qaeda organization.

They are pinging the shitout
of the Alaskan bottom.

They haven't found a thing.

What its designation?

The Inferno-- they're
sending over a file now.

Koba-- isn't he the onethat
worked with Hezbollah?

I never heard of him.

We should be in on this.

With that hole in our side?

Besides, they're 500 miles south.

They'll have him before
we could get there.

I'm sitting on a bench again.

Proteus stealth
torpedo--

a million dollar one
shotweapon with a five mile

underwater range and
its own personal sonar--

fuck, by.

Might as well be
the sub's mascot--

Toledo?

Yes sir.

Christ, they got a bridge on this boat

the size of a casino's first floor.

We're working in a rubber.

Yes sir.

Rule
number one--

don't fuck with the tube.

Don't.

That's what the auto-loader's for.

Rule number two-- keep
the torpedoes working,

which ain't easy with
theauto-load always fucking up.

Yes sir.

And speaking of rules, gentlemen,

it seems that there is a new nickname

floating around the boat.

I just hate nicknames.

And you know how I
feel about the captain.

So if I find anyone tarnishingthat
fine man's reputation,

I'll load you in the tube myself.

Chief--
how long?

- 20 minutes.
- 20 minutes?

20 minutes.

Did you check the gear?

Captain, you got a minute?

What do you got, Sims?

Equipment problem-- sonar'strying
to lock up on something,

moving fast, boat fast and deep.

But the signal's like a ghost.

The sonar's arguing with itself.

I think the computer's
finally fritzed, sir.

See, it thinks it's tracking an Akula.

But, well, it's thin, sir, like an echo.

I can't really tell with all the noise,

and it's coming from
the side of our boat--

not without submerging.

The wicked witch will
blow a hatch if we dive.

Might be worth it, though,
ifwe find out the gear's faulty.

But she'll never let us do it.

Do what?

Submerge--
a sonar test.

Sonar test?

I'm coming off that fence,
Bill.- Yeah, it's about time you--

Yeah, I'm on the other side.

Do not do this.

You know we're supposedto
remain topside until we

dry dock.

This is important.

Important?

My son is four months old, and we've

been at sea for six, Captain.

I mean all I've held in
myarms is a fucking video tape.

And I am not sinking
my career on this boat.

I will not back you on this.

It's nice to see you're
developing a spine.

Mr. Lee, submerge the boat.

Let's taker her down to 300.

Aye-aye, sir.

Flames down five degrees.

Flames down,
five degrees--

Your poor eye.

With the money, we'll buy you a new one.

Or maybe I'll just give you mine.

Hey, it's good to be on the sub again.

Even in that uniform?

Especially in
this uniform--

serves the Russian Navy
rightfor putting me in prison.

I was a good officer.

Your old captain didn't think so.

Then he should have been more careful.

With the damn camera, we'll never be

able to show our faces again.

Fine with me.

Please Zhukov, I'llfollow
you anywhere as long

as I know where we are going.

I don't ask questions.

Do you know where he is taking us?

Yes.

Yes, Koba's the one man
who is worth my word.

I'm sorry.

It'll be fine.

I am not Osama bin
Ladenor Carlos the Jackal.

I am not Saddam.

I am Koba.

I am the man who does
allthe real work for them.

And what I have in store foryou
will make all those efforts

pale by comparison.

I make this record so you
willknow it was Koba that beat you.

General--

A service contact
far behind us--

something strange.

Not strange
at all--

it's diving.

It's a sub.

Why wasn't I informed?

No, sir, these
signatures are wrong--

more like a freighter,
too much weight for a sub.

If it's a freighter,
it's sinking at 20 knots.

We thought it was a surface ship.

Clearing up-- it's
fading again, sir.

This doesn't make any sense.

I thought
it was a--

I made a mistake.

What do you want me to do?

Can it hear us?

Doubtful with the
stealth,, but it's open

pretty wide for speed.

Slow the boat.

Better the.

Slow the boat.

Better the.

See if he follows us.

Bring us right 20 degrees.

Come in, Sitar.

Right 20
degrees--

20 degrees.

It's gone--
a ghost.

The gear's crap, sir.

It has to be.

The noise from our side'sstill
clogging up the works.

Let's make sure, shall we?

All stop.

Aye-aye,
sir-- all stop.

Contact is slowing.

Should we turn to attack?

We have more important
things than engaging

this contact, whatever it is.

Are his tubes open?

Yes, I think.

Turbulence-- I think
his tubes are open.

Are you sure?

Yes, his tubes are open.

Bring us around.

Come in,
Sitar--

right 20 degrees.

20 degrees--
affirmative.

Find a targeting solution.

Solution--
affirmative.

Gone,
sir--

I never thought I'd be
sohappy to find a problem.

See, XL?

It's not so bad.

Underwater?

Are we underwater, Captain?

We are chasing a ghost, Lieutenant.

The sonar is officially fritzed.

I thought I just haddinner
with a reasonable man.

You've left the surface
without consulting me.

You had express orders not to do that.

I showed you courtesy
back there, Captain.

I shouldn't have.

I'm taking this boat
beforeyou hit anything else.

We have a solution.

Fire tubes one and two.

Fire!

Not one more
scratch--

I hereby
relieve--

Caught on sonar, two
contactsin the water-- torpedoes

bearing 271 degrees, sir.

From where?

Out of nowhere, sir.

Nowhere?

Sims, you casing more phantoms?

Countermeasures, now.

Mr. Lee, take us to 243degrees,
down 20 on the planes.

Aye-aye, sir-- planes
down five degrees.

Planes down
5 degrees--

General quarters,
general quarters--

this is not a drill.

Repeat-- this
is not a drill.

500
meters--

300 meters

Call out!

Alito, sir!

Talbot, sir!

Damage
report--

We just lost the top
of the counting tower.

All surface communications are dead.

My
god--

Davis!

Torpedo!

Get the!

Toledo!

Yes, sir!

Now fill that leak!

Com, this is Torpedo!

Com, this is Torpedo!

Shit!

Com's dead.

Flooding between here
and forward torpedo.

The crew is closing off
the damaged areas, sir.

Can we fire?

On what?

And we just lost contact
withthe port side torpedo room.

Destroyed?

Don't know-- the crew'strying
to reach them now, sir.

We're losing the bogey fast.

Push the reactor to 105 %.

Sir, we cannot reach
them in this condition.

Then we need to slow him down.

We need to shoot back.

Get him off my bridge.

It's not your bridge.

We need help reaching
port side torpedoes.

Come with me.

Is it dead?

Is it dead?

It's crippled badly
and not returning fire.

Range--

We are at the edge
oftheir torpedo range, sir.

They know we're here now.

Turn us around.

Resume on course to
finalobjective and increase speed.

We've lost critical time.

The is shot.

We need to wire a patch.

It's not moving.

That's Morse code.

I know.

I'm a Seal.

Somebody's on the ball.

Morse code--
we're under attack!

Oh yeah, I kicked it's ass.

Oh, fuck!

Toledo, how's that torpedo!

Ready to go, sir!

Orders to fire?

I don't know yet.

Caught
on sonar--

I've got the phantom
again.He's pulling away fast.

Engine room status?

Fine, sir.

I can give you full power.

Pushing what, Captain?

The sub's a barn door
with all that damage.

Go to 100 %.

Aye, sir.

Give me a hand here.

Right away.

Yes, sir.

The water's rising!

What do we do?

Our job-- we're dumping
this thing in the water.

I'm raising the loader.

Get us a torpedo.

You need to get atorpedo
in the water now.

Captain needs it now!

It's almost there.

It's jammed.

Get it off him!

Get it off him!

We're losing him.

Engine room, what else can you give me?

Another 5 %, or I could get

out and push it faster, sir.

We need that thing the tube!

Lift it!

1, 2, 3--
one more time!

1,
2--

We're out of their torpedo range, sir.

Prepare to come about 183 degrees.

I got it.

Big dick-- yeah,
your nickname--

Big Dick Owens.

That's enough of that, seaman.

Strong enough to laughis
strong enough to work.

You just gonna lie there, boy?

No, sir.

Then let's do this.

1,
2, 3--

Torpedo room con, what's your status?

Come on, you lazy assholes.

Your life's on the line!

Arlington needs this pieceof
shit in the water now!

One up, ready to fire!

One up, ready to fire, sir.

Ready to fire, Captain.

Fire.

Goodbye, assholes.

Contact in the
water-- torpedo.

Torpedo!

At this range?

Let it burn out.

General, it sounds different.

Evasive countermeasures now!

Direct hit, sir!

Tell Owens to get another one ready.

Good work, Sailor.

I got a new
nickname for you--

The Terminator.

How's it holding.

Fine, sir-- running
hot, but fine.

Good girl.

Captain, target's hit and slowing,

but it isn't destroyed.

I think it's got moresurprises
than just stealth.

Yeah, it is holding, but
it rang us like a drum.

There has been some
shock damage to the--

Bridge, this is
the engine room--

some damage to reactor.

We've got to slow the boat.

Negative.

We will explode, Koba.

Make revolutions for
20 knots-- no slowing.

Zhukov, it's time.

Use the specials.

Yes, sir.

Caught on sonar, two
contacts in the water,

rear firing torpedoes.

Maneuvering is dead.

We cannot evade them.

Blow the tanks.

Put us on the bottom.

- We'll implode.
- You got a better idea?

Sink the boat.

We're clear.

Let's get number two ready.

Yes, sir!

Oh!

We just lost the front end.

Owens and his crew.

Still sinking fast, sir.

Departmentsare not responding, sir.

They're gone.

Just get the hell out.

Passing 700-- the
pumps are quitting.

Three minutes till wefold,
two with the damage.

We need 10 % more than we've got.

Lieutenant Mitchell,
isthat Seal still with you?

Here, sir.

We're sinking fast.

We're on the losing end of the curve.

How much lift can thatmini
sub of yours give us?

We'll sure as hell find out.

Passing
900--

1,000--

1,200-- come
on, come on.

Float, fucker.

1,500--

It's really close.

It's trying to level out.

Mr. Lee, ready on the forward planes.

Forward planes ready.

1,600--

Now Mr. Lee, planes up 20 degrees.

It's leveling off.

Engine room, full power!

We're gonna make it.

Yeah!

Touchdown,
baby-- yeah!

I knew it!

Yeah baby, yeah!

Mind that panel.

Mind that panel.

Level her off at 300, Mr. Lee.

- Aye-aye,
sir. - Chief!

Sir?

Have that Seal meet me in my quarters.

Aye, sir.

We are still here.

Are we?

Take a look at their faces, Zhukov.

See?

They know we are wounded.

Koba's paying us to deal with it.

The dead can't spend money, darling.

And I hope he's notselling
this sub to get it.

It's worth little now.

He's not selling it.

Then what?

What is our final objective?

Tell me, please.

Where is Koba taking us?

Into history.

General, a word.

It had better be good.

It isn't.

The Russian
crew--

I know what mutiny looks
like when it starts.

Really?

I've seen or harder
faces on whores--

the pussies.

We kicked their asses
in Afghanistan, remember?

It will get worse.

They know we have wounded.

What happened, Zhukov?

You used to be a brave man.

Let me remind you how we
foughtfor other men's reputations.

And all the wounds we've
ever have healed over.

Like we've never existed.

And if we all die, whowill
give us our credit then?

This proof the world can'tdeny,
proof that we beat them.

Because the wound we
inflictthis time will never heal.

Are you afraid of death, Zhukov?

It's that woman, isn't it?

Isn't it?

Clouding your
judgment-- we are to be

written into the book of Allah.

Maybe I should find
someoneelse to do your job.

You'll get it back when
I can trust you again.

You wanted to see me?

Yes, come in.

Leave us.

You just struck the lastloyal
man on this boat, Koba.

I just reminded Zhukov of his place.

Need I remind you of yours?

My place depends on where we are going.

I think I can tell you now.

Los Angeles

Those are missile keys.

Yes, default
cruise missiles--

look here, too.

All within range of less than an hour

with cities full of
peoplewho will be remembered.

Zhukov will know about this.

Zhukov-- you've come betweenZhukov
and his loyalty for me.

My place is with him.

That's my problem.

Yes.

I need your help.

Yes, sir.

Dumb fucking Russian.

Zhukov--

Yes.

Into the missile room immediately.

The Captain's got an
idea to catch the Akula.

This is what he wants.

Holy shit.

I guess you get what you pray for.

How childproof is the childproof cap?

How important is it?

I mean, do you know
whatthat will do to the boat?

That's the idea.

Look, I know,
but it's dirty--

Russian dirty.

Will that give us enoughpower
to catch the Akula?

XO, that'll give you enoughpower
to travel back in time.

Enter.

Captain-- oh, you've
got some sauce.

Here, I'll find you a glass.

So what's the latest?

Well, we're maintaining
speed with the bogey.

What stealth she had
cameoff when the torpedo hit.

I'm lined up on her, but
I've got no way to fire.

Who is she?

Well I've got my theories,
ofcourse nothing to back them up.

I think it's Inferno, the same sub

that the entire Pacific fleetis
searching for 1,000 miles

north of here.

So why am I here?

The Manta is the last
weapon that I have.

Engineering can push
the reactor to 120 %.

That'll give us five minutes.

If we don't catch that bogeyby
then, our explosion will.

My condolences on your men.

Trust me, right now I know how you feel.

Halo Joe-- he carried
this huge RPK machine

gun he called the Dead Russian.

Dead
Russian--

Yeah, that's who he took it off of.

So who are we up against?

OK, we both know the Manta
hasone more smart weapon left.

I've been sleeping in it.

I can't ask you to do this.

Captain, I may be
wrong about the identity

of the guy we're up against.

Hell, I could be wrong
about a lot of things.

But can we take that chance?

This bogey-- it's got stealth,
rear firing torpedo tubes.

It's not standard.

And it's trying real hard
toget close to the coastline

of California.

Missiles are on a cooler?

That's an attack boat.

An attack boat with
a lot of surprises--

our only real chance is you.

The alternative is
the Manta and her crew.

This decision has to be yours.

Oh, I'll do it.

Just one
thing--

I need your sonar man's time rewiring

the mini sub, something
special and that's it.

You got it.

Look, I could still be wrong about this.

You're not.

She died afraid.

She came to tell me about the mutiny.

I wouldn't listen.

And then he overheard
us and drew his weapon.

She tried to save me.

She said it was what
you would have done.

Would I?

What do you think, I did it?

Zhukov, I'll
prove it--

all on tape, right from there.

I warn you, she did not die well.

Here, look for yourself.

Engineering reports
reactoroutput now at 98 %, steam

pressure holding it steady.

Hey, back to your own station.

The mutiny, it's started.

Zhukov, get me within
500 miles of the coast.

Kill them all.

Kill them for her!

Oh, fucking great.

,, An attemptedmutiny
up here--

it's time.

Kill the non-essentials among the crew.

Join us up here.

We can use the help.

Yes, Koba.

Remember that thing
I said we'd never do?

Yes?

That thing we're not supposed to do?

- Yeah.
- We're doing it.

Whoa.

Chambers, can I have a minute?

Not now, Lieutenant.

I'm trying to restore
topside communications.

That's what you want, isn't it?

What I want is for youto
explain something to me.

We both know the Manta is finished.

I doubt we could make it
backto port if we were towed.

Yet Tukachevsky's taking
thesafeties off the reactor.

The Navy's a bitch, ain't it?

Listen to me.

I believe that Arlington's
aboutto make the second greatest

mistake of his career.

And I think you're helping him do it.

He is my captain, and I am the XO.

That might not mean much to you,
but it means something to me.

Look, whatever that enemy sub is, we are

in no condition to engage it.

And Arlington has
nothingto lose, but you do.

What are you implying?

You have a son, right?

I have a son I've never seen.

I'm sorry.

That must be very hard for you.

But tell me something, Chambers.

How do you want to come
hometo your son, as an officer

or as an accessory in a court martial?

You think I'm worried
about a court martial?

My wife and kid live in San Diego.

And if the captain's right,
andwe let the Inferno get away,

they might not be there
for me to return to.

You don't even know
that would be a target.

I think you're just too
afraidto stand up to Arlington.

You're the XO of this boat, Chambers.

You know you can stop him.

The one thing I do know is,
if I ever do get to see my son,

fucking over my captain
willmake a lousy bedtime story.

You're making a big mistake, Chambers.

The only mistake I made
wasstopping and listening to you.

We're all here, sir.

OK, It's safe to say
we'venever done this before.

We've slowed for repairs,
sowe're falling behind the Akula.

We need to give the mini
sub in our hull a boost.

So stand the hell back, gentlemen.

- Yes, sir.
- We're on it, sir.

You got it.

Captain, we need to have a little chat.

I don't have time for a
little chat, Lieutenant.

I've got a job to do.

Let me guess.

I've done something wrong.

No, but you're about to.

Pushing the reactor--
there's no way in hell

I'm going to let you do that.

Listen to me.

That sub about there is
Inferno, and its nuclear capable.

So what if it is?

Even Inferno can outrun a radio wave.

If we get topside
communications restored,

we can report the positionof
the enemy so that--

So that the Navy can
send reinforcements.

No, look around you Lieutenant.

We're alone out here.

It's just us and Inferno.

We're the lone gunmen.

We're it.

But you still don't know it's him.

I've been sniffing
Akula'sasses my entire career.

Most of the time, we justmonitor
each other's movements.

This one's on a serious clock.

It's him.

And what if you're wrong?

We are here in this
mess in the first place,

because you made a mistake.

No, a mistake was made.

And something or
somebodyon or off this boat

is lying about it.

The sonar's lying?

That gear's better than
the stealth on the sub

we're chasing.

The sonar's not at fault, never was.

You're right.

The sonar's not faulty.

And I hate to admit it, butI
did not make that mistake.

I've seen the logs.

We've all seen them.

I know I hit that sub.

I was there, Lieutenant.

But it wasn't my mistake.

It's not my fault.

You were the only weak
link in that chain.

Weak link-- what
about the Russians?

They've hit their share of subs.

What, they suddenly stopped lying

now that the Cold War is over?

So now it's the Russians fault. What

about Flipper, Mr. Limpet?

It sure as hell wasn't mine.

If it was, if you're
rightand it was my mistake,

then I've dragged the crew
intothis trying to prove it wasn't.

And the bitch of it is I'll never know

where that mistake was made.

I'm truly sorry.

But you still can't do this.

Don't kill your crew on a hunch.

I don't want to kill the crew.

I'd go out there in a wetsuit with

a harpoon gun if I
thoughtit would do any good,

but it won't.

Leave the reactor alone.

I can't.

I'm sending Harrison out first.

I need to push thereactor
to get him there.

Can we at least agree on that?

One man is an acceptable risk.

So you agree that the enemy sub

might have nuclear capability.

It's possible, enough to riskone
man but not the whole crew.

I need to kill that sub now.

I only think it's worth
oneman Agree to that at least.

He keeps closing and closing,
even with no way to fire.

I should have hired him.

The rest of the AmericanNavy
is pissing in the wind.

Dumb fucking
Russians--

Slow down, kid.

Yeah.

Arlington has a lot
of confidence in you.

That is one thing that I'm sure of.

Concentrate on
that-- or not.

Look, he really trusts you.

There's something I never had.

My commanding officers-- hell,
my whole fucking life I've just

been get benched for swearing.

Never looked real good on paper.

See, that's just it.

I always have--
tests, simulations.

I could always makemyself
look good on paper.

Can you keep a secret?

Where I'm going, kid,
your secret's safer with me

than it is with yourself.

Captain's innocent.

That's the secret I'm
taking to my grave?

You'll find the problem with the sonar.

I am the problem with the sonar, sir.

Stupid-- that test
with the Russians

was my first taste of real fear.

I felt like an air
trafficcontroller at Heathrow.

Yeah, under
pressure--

All those subs and ships
allswirling around in the water--

Yeah, the next
thing you know--

And after that, the
worseit got for the captain,

the more scared I got.

So I made it look good
for myself on paper.

That's definitely a secret for Valhalla.

Two of those are missing.

I've made mistakes.

I've made mistakes.

I can't go back, because
thedead are blocking the way.

What you were talkingabout,
that's reputation--

yours, his.

Look around you.

You really think any
of that matters now?

Whatever happens, you let him know.

A man like that should know.

And you tell him yourself
beforehe finds out some other way.

And get the fuck back to work.

Captain on deck.

Engineering,
status--

You'llhave what you asked for.

Just one
request--

Yes, Chief.

If I don'tmake it, tell all the people

I owe money to to fuck off.

Will do, Chief.

Topside communications?

Still running patches
on the inside--

doesn't look good.

You're insane, Arlington.

I didn't agree to this.

Going to 120 % will be
an underwater mushroom

cloud in five minutes.

That gives Harrison
four minutes and change.

Chambers, don't let him do this

Captain, I
cannot allow--

I did it, Greg.

I hit that Russian sub.

I know that now.

I'm sorry I got you into this.

You call down to Engineering,
you get them to stop this--

But I know I'm right about this.

XO, that's Inferno.

And she's loaded with nukes.

You still have no proof.

Chambers--

Greg, I'm Captain Crunch.

It's my ass for the damageto
Manta's side, not yours.

I'm right about this.

No fences on asubmarine, right Captain?

Besides, if any man in the
Navycan hit the Inferno, it's you.

BLS communications are restored, sir.

I know I'm right.

It's got rear firing torpedoes.

Engineering,
status--

Close, sir.

Stealth
propulsion--

Jesus, this we already know.

Make me look good on paper.

Captain Harrison, how
are things up with you.

I'm ready to kill this clown, sir.

I'll see you on the other side.

If I completely
fuck this up--

And some sort of short
range cruise missiles,

nuclear
tipped--

the bogey, it's got to be Inferno.

Engineering, push the reactor 120 %.

Aye, sir.

I'm only praying for good things.

The Inferno's missiles havea
range of 400 to 500 miles.

Navigation Con, how far
off the coast are we?

Make that to Los Angeles.

473 miles to Los Angeles, sir.

Con,
sonar--

Inferno is slowing, sir.

We're at maximum sea speed, sir.

Detach the mini sub.

Engineering--

Yes, sir.

Stand ready for ramming speed.

Aye-aye, sir.

That figures.

Get out of my chair.

Con sonar-- enemy's
slowingto a dead stop, sir.

We're closing the gap fast.

All stop.

I'm getting an aspectchange
in the target, sir.

Missile tubes,
sir-- opening!

Keep us lined up on him, Mr. Lee.

Steady as she goes, sir.

Now that was a lousy smoke.

General,
contact--

Torpedoes?

Slower-- it's got
a strange signature.

It's--

Koba, hope you recognize a man's voice.

This time there aren't
anymines for me to step on.

You cheap chicken
fuckingson of a $2 whore.

Evasive--
pull ahead!

We can't, if you attempt to launch.

Pull ahead, evasive now!

Hey asshole, film this!

Harrison--
Harrison's gone, sir.

Con sonar-- enemy's
riding himself, sir.

I hear the missiles pressurizing.

It wasn't enough.

They can't kill me, fucking Americans.

We are listing.

We can't launch.

Shut up!

Right the sub.

Right the sub!

Whoever you are, thatwas
your last big chance.

That Seal joined his
miserable team in hell

and saved me the trouble
of hunting him down.

By the will of Allah,
I hope you live to see

this tape, to see it all.

I'vegotten the core temperature

down again, but I don't knowhow
much longer I can hold out.

Captain, what's the call?

I'm sorry, Greg.

I really wanted to meet your boy.

So did I.
Engine room--

ramming speed.

Aye-aye, sir.

Captain, I have something to tell you.

Not now, Mr. Sims.

Captain, I might not get another chance.

You're an innocent man.

Delay that order.

Where are you, Lieutenant?

He's preparing to launch.

Captain, we don't need to sacrifice

our lives in the process.

We can still bring Manta home.

I need you to bring us
underneath Inferno now.

Underneath?

Manta still has

a weapon, a Tomahawk missile.
- It won't arm.

We're underwater.

We're not gonna get a
secondchance at this, Lieutenant.

I know this system.

I can make it work.

You have to trust me.

Please trust me, Captain.

You know I'm right.

Ma'am--

I need you to ready
your weapon for launch.

It's a Tomahawk,
ma'am. We're underwater.

Yeah, Captain already mentioned that.

Now listen to me very carefully.

I'm going into that
tube to rig the warhead

to detonate on impact.

Then we'll seal the
door and fire the weapon.

But--

Shut door, fire weapon.

Engine room, delay
that order.Stand ready.

Aye, sir.

Bow planes down 20 degrees.

Bow planes down 20 degrees.

Take us directly underneath her.

Aye-aye, sir.

This they'll all remember.

I'll last longer than the radiation.

Bypass
cut red--

oh god, short.

Are you all right now, General?

I'm 40 seconds away
fromimmortality and killing

southern California.

I couldn't be happier.

I've got it!

Yes!

Oh
god--

General quarters,
general quarters--

this is not a drill.

General
quarters--

We're in position, Captain.

Engineering reports are standing by.

Seal the door!

It'll flood.

You can't stay in there.

Seal it now!

Just do it!

You tell Arlington to
getthis fucking boat home!

Reportsmissile hatch is open.

Captain, one of theTomahawk
doors is opening.

Keep us lined up.

Aye-aye, sir.

I hope you're right, Lieutenant.

Finally, Zhukov--
we win, Zhukov.

We win.

Zhukov, let me tell you
again about paradise.

Zhukov-- Zhukov,
what the hell is that?

The end.

Direct hit, sir!

Engine room, get us
the hell out of here!

OK, gentlemen, give methe
red line and then some.

Yes, sir!

Zhukov--

The missiles are
knockedsideways in the tubes.

Oh no!

They must not
see us like this--

not see us like this!

No!

On no!

They won't.

They won't see anything, Koba.

No one will ever even
know you were here.

We're clear.

Engine room, dead stop!

Let's retire.

Great job, Lieutenant.
What's your status?

We're clear.

What's your status?

Lieutenant
Mitchell--

She didn't make it, sir.

The Americannuclear submarine

USS Manta returned
to the San Diego Naval

shipyards today under
a cloud of secrecy.

The fate of its Captain,
William Arlington,

is still up in the air.

The Navy has bigger problems to deal

with in the wake of the
tankerdisasters in the Gulf of Alaska

last week.

The pumps are quitting.

Topside
communications--

Three minutes till we fall.

I'm stillrunning patches on the inside.

Doanything work on this boat?

Fear is always baggage.

You can make a friend of pain.

Fear always screws you.

It seems I've hadsome
luck hitting Russian subs.

Things aren't always what they seem.

I'm truly sorry.

But you still can't do this.

Don't kill your crew on a hunch.

I'll help you out of the hole you're in.

Sims, I hardly recognized you.

You look forty.

Sir?

You're getting gray.

If
I'm--

No-- you can have
my ear anytime.

Harrison wanted
me to, uh--

he wanted me to tell
yousomething before he died.

That's bullshit, sir.

I have to tell you something.

Will you walk with me?

Always.