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Unidentified vessel off the
starboard side bearing 149.

Range is less than a mile
and closing, sir.

She's probably here
for the war games, skipper,

but she refuses to answer
our radio challenges.

Ask her again.

Attention
unidentified vessel

traveling at 28 knots,

15 miles south of Sevastapol.

This is the USS Cayuga.

Alter your course, come
port to 240 degrees.

Say again, 240 degrees.
Over.

Any course change?

Negative, sir.
She's holding steady.

1,500 yards
and closing.

Attention, Cayuga.

This is Captain Grinkov of
the Russian warship Vasiliev.

Grinkov!
We are attempting to enter

the war game
rendezvous area.

Give way to port
and let us pass.

Give me that!

This is Captain MacNamara
of the USS Cayuga.

We will be entering the rendezvous
area ahead of you, Captain Grinkov.

Alter your course
and your speed to follow us.

Starboard lookout has just
made visual contact, sir.

Hold steady.
Aye, sir. Holding.

Three hundred yards.

All engines back full.

Aye, sir.
All engines back full.

XO, sound general quarters.

All hands, man your general
quarter stations.

Collision warning.
This is not a drill.

Say again,
this is not a drill.

One hundred yards.

Too late, skipper.

Stand by for impact.

Following in his father's
footsteps as a naval aviator,

Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb, Junior,

suffered a crash while landing his
Tomcat on a storm-tossed carrier at sea.

Diagnosed
with night blindness,

Harm transferred to the Navy's
Judge Advocate General Corps,

which investigates, defends and
prosecutes the law of the sea.

There, with fellow JAG lawyer,
Major Sarah MacKenzie,

he now fights in and out
of the courtroom

with the same daring and tenacity
that made him a Top Gun in the air.

Welcome aboard, Commander.

Is that one of the Russians?

Yes, sir.
The Vasiliev.

She's one of the Russian ships
taking part in the exercise.

What exactly
is the exercise, Ensign?

Well, basically, it's us
against the Russians

in a real expensive game of
hide-and-seek at sea, ma'am.

I noticed some minor damage to the
Cayuga when we flew over, Ensign.

Damage, sir?

You do have a repair party
working on the bow, don't you?

That's not my department, sir.

Damage Control officer will
answer any questions you may have

regarding the collision.

Who said anything
about a collision?

Excuse me, skipper.

Commander Rabb, Major MacKenzie,
and Lieutenant Roberts, sir.

Commander Rabb reporting
as ordered, sir.

Thank you, Ensign.

Welcome aboard the Cayuga.
I assume you've been briefed?

Yes, sir.
Good.

Ensign Garret here will escort
you to your quarters, Major.

The Vasiliev will be sending
over a landing party for you

within the hour, Commander.

Sir?

You said that you'd
been briefed, Commander?

Yes, sir. We were told
to report to the Cayuga

to observe a joint exercise
being conducted

under the International
Laws of the Sea.

You're here to make sure
the Russians don't cheat.

Or the US, sir.

According to my orders,

part of this exercise
is an officer exchange.

You and your Lieutenant will
serve aboard the Vasiliev

for the duration
of this exercise.

And we will receive two
Russian officers in return.

Is there anything else,
Commander?

What happened
to the Cayuga, sir?

It looks like she scraped up
against something.

Commander,

I can assure you
that she is very seaworthy.

I was more concerned about
the legal implications, sir.

If some sort of collision
has occurred.

Congratulations, Commander.

You've been aboard my ship
for less than three minutes,

you've already managed
to tick me off.

I can only hope that you manage
to do the same to Captain Grinkov.

Aye, aye, skipper.

Okay, ready to tell me
what's going on?

Apparently, Bud and I
are going on a cruise.

I mean, between you
and the skipper.

In 1985, a Russian
and an American warship

attempted to enter the Lisbon
Harbor at the same time.

Neither captain would give way to
the other and they wound up colliding.

You think something like that
happened here?

I think that's exactly
what happened here.

MacNamara and Grinkov
were the two captains.

Ten years later, they're still
playing bumper cars with their ships.

So do we report the collision?

I mean, somebody's got
to be held accountable.

No one on either ship is
gonna admit it happened.

And the Navy doesn't
reprimand its skippers

for asserting American Naval
superiority.

This basically comes down
to who has the biggest...

Ship?

Something like that. Yeah.

Commander Petavich,
Lieutenant Matovik,

welcome aboard
the USS Cayuga.

I'm Commander Blake.
This is Major MacKenzie.

Gentlemen.

Welcome aboard the Vasiliev,
Commander, Lieutenant.

I am commander Yuri Kretchiak.

Yuri Kretchiak?

You're a forward for the
Soviet Olympic Hockey Team!

That was a long time ago,
Commander.

And you are a fighter pilot?

Also a long time ago.

This way, gentlemen.

The Cayuga is a
state-of-the-art naval warship.

She incorporates the latest in
quietened propulsion technology

as well as advanced
stealth designs.

The Cayuga's armament
carries a full complement

from torpedoes to cruise missiles
and everything in between.

How many women
are on board?

We have a full crew of 303,

78 of which are women.

And how many
are single?

I don't know, sir.

If you'll follow me, I'll
take you to our engine room.

The Vasiliev
was commissioned in 1980.

She is 156 meters long,
with a 17.3 meter beam.

She displaces over
6,000 metric tons

and has a top speed
of 32 knots,

which is faster than
your Arleigh Burke-class.

I wouldn't bet on it.

We shall see soon enough,
Commander.

Sir, my mask,
it's not working.

Here! Here!
Get out of here!

But, sir!
That's an order!

You all right, Commander?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Could be a while
before my next cigar.

What happened, sir?

Fire in the missile room.

Looks like they were in the
middle of loading a firing tube

when something
electrical shorted.

Why were they loading
a missile?

This is supposed to be
a simulated exercise.

Maybe we should ask him.

Commander Harmon Rabb,
Junior.

You are here today
as a Navy lawyer,

but I know that you were a
heroic Tomcat fighter pilot.

Is this correct?

Well, I don't know about
the heroic part, but, uh...

Indeed.

On 16 April, 1989,
the Commander attacked

three Libyan MiGs

over the Gulf of Sidra.

Actually, the MiGs attacked
my wingman and I

while we were patrolling
the no-fly zone.

So you say.

But do you know
what he did?

He shot down one,

disabled the second,

and sent the third pilot
running for home

with his tail
between his legs.

Just lucky, I guess.

You are much too modest,
Commander.

It was brilliant flying.

Brilliant!

Much better than the pilot
you shot down.

Unfortunately,

he was not Libyan.

He was Russian.

And I happen to know this
because he was my brother.

Just joking!

He was probably just some
poor Georgian farmboy.

Gentlemen, a toast.

A toast to the sea, the
birthplace of all mankind.

May we return
to her loving bosom

when our time has come.

Hoorah! Hoorah! Hoorah!

Is good, Comrade?

Drink up, gentlemen,
for tomorrow we go to war.

And Captain MacNamara
has proven to be

a great warrior in the past.

I am so hoping that he will
not disappoint me this time.

Hoorah! Hoorah! Hoorah!

Look at them. They're like a couple
of high school kids on a class trip.

Uh, Major MacKenzie,
could you...

Uh, do you want me to take
a picture of both of you?

No, actually...

Could we take a picture
with you, Major?

It would mean
a great deal to us.

Please, Major.

Sure. In the interest
of detente.

Sure.

Why do I feel like I'm about
to become a Russian pinup girl?

How's their coffee, Bud?

I think it's left over
from Chernobyl, sir.

You've been landlocked
too long, Bud.

You're getting
a little seasick.

Oh, I don't think the sea has anything
to do with how I'm feeling, sir.

A little too much vodka in Mister
Roberts' Neighborhood last night, huh?

Please, sir.
Don't even say the word.

I, uh,

I want to apologize

for my behavior last night,
Commander.

What for? You didn't do
anything wrong.

Oh, good.

I, uh, kind of lost
track of things

right after
the folk dancing started.

I just wanted to apologize just in case
I did anything that was inappropriate.

Well, you did compare Stalin, Marx,
and Lenin to the Three Stooges.

I didn't.

You're a jack of many trades,
Commander.

My father built half the
ships of the Russian Navy.

How bad is it?

It could have been worse.

I'll say.

Your breathing equipment
is faulty.

It should be checked
at least once a month.

It is.

We knew it was deteriorating.

Well, then why wasn't it
repaired or replaced?

With what? It's not the
United States, Commander.

It isn't even the Soviet Union
any more.

Our spare parts are
cannibalized from other ships.

Well, I noticed you have
no shortage of missiles.

The scabbard may be rusty,
Commander.

But the blade is still sharp.

They want us on the bridge.

The games are about to start.

Why were your men
loading a missile?

It was a routine
training drill.

Now why would Captain Grinkov
hold a missile-loading drill

before a friendly
war game?

That's something you would
have to ask the captain.

Any sign of the Vasiliev?

I've got a contact at 26
miles, bearing 48 degrees.

I don't think it's her, sir. But it
could be one of the Russian cruisers.

Shall we engage, skipper?

Negative, XO. We're after
bigger fish today.

I want the Vasiliev.

Continue on present course.

Steady as she goes.

The rules of this exercise
are very simple.

Search and destroy the enemy
before he does the same to you.

Change course to a heading
of 088 degrees,

full power.

I'm afraid you can't
do that, Captain.

The lines of demarcation of
these games are very strict.

Not only will you be moving outside
the boundaries of the exercise arena,

you will be entering territorial
waters of a non-participating country.

You really are a lawyer.

Yes, sir.

I must also go on record
as protesting this action.

My doing so will disqualify
any victory you may achieve

during the remainder
of this exercise.

Are you quite finished,
Commander?

No, sir.

I request permission
to contact the Cayuga

and inform her
of this action.

Request denied.
We are running silent.

There is no
radio communications.

Captain, the rules
and procedures...

There is only one rule of war,
Commander!

Fight with honor,
passion, and conviction.

If one does that,

even if he loses,

his death will be noble.

Sir, I think I might have
found her.

The Vasiliev?

Yes, sir.

She's bearing 098,

speed 20 knots, course...
Are you sure, Radar?

Yes, sir.

That can't be her, sir.

That ship's outside the
boundaries of the exercise area.

Perhaps it's a small tanker.

That is just what Grinkov would like
us to think. That Russian son of...

Shall we break off
pursuit, sir?

And let that Cossack sneak
up behind us? Hell no.

Sir, the minute the Vasiliev
left the exercise arena,

she was disqualified
from the games.

Going after her now
would be useless.

We'd do better to join
the Montgomery.

The Montgomery can
take care of herself, Major.

Grinkov is mine.

Shouldn't we be trying
to inform somebody

that Captain Grinkov
has violated the rules, sir?

The captain cheating is the
least of our troubles, Bud.

MacNamara and Grinkov
are old enemies.

Do you think they're trying
to settle an old score?

Yeah.

Bumping into each other's ship
is the tip of this iceberg.

When two sailors fight,
they use their fists.

When two captains fight,
they use their ships.

These two captains
have enough firepower

to blow us all to hell
and back.

Are you hurt, Commander?

No.

I am sorry you had to witness
such unprofessional behavior.

I apologize on behalf
of the Russian Navy.

He was really embarrassed,
sir.

Yeah, and worried, too.

Sir?

I don't think this was just a
fight over some girl in Yalta, Bud.

Keep your eyes open,
all right?

Aye, sir.

Trouble sleeping, Commander?

You just put at least 20 men
into a life raft. Why?

It was a routine
training drill.

Those men were saying
goodbye.

One of them was an officer I saw
fighting in the ward room earlier.

You are here as an observer,
Commander.

This doesn't concern you.

Well, maybe I should discuss
what I saw with Captain Grinkov.

No. You cannot do that.

Why not?

Look around you.

Our Navy is falling apart.

We barely have enough food
to feed the crew.

All we have left
is our pride,

and our vodka,

which can be
a deadly combination.

That still doesn't
tell me why

you put 20 men over the side
in the middle of the night.

They are men
who have children.

Okay,

this is the Vasiliev's
final mission.

After it's over, she will be
chopped up into razor blades

and the captain
will become a civilian.

Grinkov would rather
go down fighting

than end his years standing
in line for groceries.

So he won't play the game.

He will attack for real.

I don't know.

Not for certain.

But that's my fear.

If you think Grinkov's
on a suicide mission,

you have got to relieve him
of his command.

Get dressed.

What's going on, sir?

Do you always sleep
in your uniform?

Just when I'm scared, sir.

We're taking over the ship.

The two of us?

Sir, I know
Captain Grinkov cheated,

but don't you think this is taking
the war games a little bit too far?

Uh, just a minute.

Open the door.

It's Yuri! With a rifle!

Yuri is one of
the good guys, Bud.

We have to get to a radio,
inform the Cayuga what's happened.

Can you secure
the ship's weapons?

Yes. This way.

Can we be charged with mutiny
on a foreign vessel, Commander?

No. This would be considered
an act of terrorism.

What have we got, XO?

We picked up another contact
about 20 minutes ago, skipper.

Why wasn't I informed?

It's probably not
the Vasiliev, sir.

We lost her
during the night.

She gave us the slip
in a merchant shipping lane.

Damn. Keep trying.

Well, we have, sir.
But this other ship, sir,

it's a small craft and it's
broadcasting distress signals.

What?

Observers report a life raft
off the port side, skipper.

Grinkov's probably put a distress
beacon in one of his life rafts

and set her adrift
as a decoy.

Observers report survivors
in the life raft, skipper.

Damn you, Grinkov.

According to the laws of the
Geneva Convention, Article 18,

after each engagement,
parties to the conflict

shall without delay
take all possible measures

to search for
and collect the wounded,

sick and the shipwrecked,
to protect them against...

For you information, Major,
those men are not shipwrecked.

They're a damn Trojan horse.

You still have to rescue them.

How dare you tell me
what I have got to do!

It's my duty, sir.

Well, you have gone above and
beyond your call of duty, Major.

Now I have been doing this a hell
of a lot longer than you have.

Get her off my bridge and take
the brothers Karamozov with her.

Aye, sir. Sergeant, please
escort Major MacKenzie,

Commander Petavich and Lieutenant
Matovik off this bridge.

You've got eight minutes to
get those men aboard my ship.

Yes, sir.

Cover the hatch.

Attention USS Cayuga.

This is Commander Rabb aboard
the Vasiliev. Do you read? Over.

Sir!

What now, Commander?
Plan B.

What's Plan B?
I'm working on it.

They're right behind us.

As you were, Marine.

What's their story, XO?

I'm afraid they're not
talking, skipper.

They say they had
to get off the ship.

And they think you're a hero
for rescuing them.

Why did they have to leave
their ship?

They didn't say.

Are any of them injured?

None that I'm aware of,
Major.

Well, perhaps we should have the
ship's surgeon look them over, sir.

Why not?

Give them all a pedicure and
a massage while you're at it.

I never would have
taken you for a saboteur!

Never!

No matter.

Unfortunately, you now force
me to confine you to the brig.

And I am afraid that you will not
get to see the last great sea battle.

What are you planning,
Captain?

To start your own war?

You are the one running
around my ship

with a loaded weapon,
Commander.

I am only doing what I
have been trained to do.

Captain, let me take them to the brig.

Nyet. I want you
on the Bridge with me.

Have them taken to the brig.

If they resist, shoot them.

How long have you been
standing there?

Long enough.

Long enough for what?

Long enough for me
to realize

you are unlike any woman
I have ever met.

Yet, not quite long enough for
me to fall in love with you.

Does that line work
on Russian women?

Not very often.

But I've had limited success
with it in the Lower Balkans.

I think you've been at sea
too long, Commander.

I agree.

Please.

Call me Zoltan.

Okay, Zoltan.

How are your crewmates?

Very well, thank you.

Are you going to tell me
why they left their ship,

or do I have to beat it
out of you?

What's Grinkov up to?

I don't know.

Don't make me hurt you.

Good punch, Major.

Wait till I get warmed up.

Grinkov was a great captain.

But sometimes he forgets
that the Cold War is over.

In fact, he forgets
a lot of things.

You mean like,
"Where the hell am I?

"Whose ship is this?"

...report to the OOD.

Boat Officer,
report to the OOD.

What are we talking
about here?

Grinkov's got Alzheimer's,
or some sort of dementia?

He's not the same man he was
several years ago.

Well, why doesn't somebody
do something?

He is The Great Grinkov.
Who could take his place?

XO, I need to see the captain
after I clean up.

What happened to him?

Marine Corps hickey.

We've got a contact
at 045, skipper.

It's the Vasiliev, sir.

Skipper, Major MacKenzie has
something I think you should hear.

Not now, XO. We've
just found the Vasiliev.

What's she doing, Radar?

Nothing, skipper. She appears
to be dead in the water.

Something's wrong, Captain.

Commander Petavich just told me that
Grinkov has been behaving abnormally lately.

Tell me something
I don't know.

Something here
isn't adding up, sir!

What if Captain Grinkov is suffering
from Alzheimer's or severe depression?

It may explain why
some of his crew mutinied.

I don't have time for your
far-fetched theories, Major.

Grinkov is as sane as I am.

This cold ship routine is
just a trick to lure us closer.

With all due respect, sir,
what if it's not?

We may be wasting
valuable time.

Weps, lock on a harpoon.

Aye, aye, sir. Locking on.

We have a lock, skipper.

Simulate fire one.
Simulate fire one.

Simulate fire one.

The computer simulator
reports a direct hit, sir.

Congratulations, gentlemen.
We have just sunk the Vasiliev.

Now can we attempt to
contact the Vasiliev, sir,

and find out what's going on?
Certainly.

Set a course for the ship.

Get Grinkov on the phone.

I want to tell him personally
that he's dead.

She's moving, sir.

What did I tell you, Major?
I know Grinkov.

He's getting predictable
in his old age.

The Vasiliev just locked
onto us with his radar, sir.

He can't do that.

Kill removal
eliminates his ship

from further participation
in this exercise.

I told you he was a cheater.

That felt like
a missile launch.

The Vasiliev is firing!
Sir, she's not simulating!

The Vasiliev just launched
two live missiles!

Impact in 48 seconds!

All engines ahead flank.

Come right to a new heading,
270.

Aye, sir. All engines
ahead, flank, starboard 270.

Missile impact in 30 seconds.

Taking countermeasures!

Activate the Phalanx!

Activate the Phalanx!

What's the Vasiliev doing?
She's moving away, sir!

Damage report. The hell
she's getting away from us!

I want a harpoon in the air
in ten seconds!

Helmsman, shadow that ship.
Aye, aye, skipper.

This was obviously
a mistake, sir!

Grinkov wouldn't launch
a missile by mistake.

That was an act of war,
Major.

Why would he do such a thing?
He knows you'd retaliate!

He's not answering our radio
challenges, skipper.

Grinkov knows he's outmanned
and outgunned, sir.

He must know that if he fires
on us he'll be destroyed.

It's suicidal.
Harpoon ready, skipper.

Commander Rabb and Lieutenant
Roberts are on that ship, sir.

I have 303 men and women
aboard this ship, Major.

I will not compromise
their safety for anything,

or anyone. Fire one!

Fire one!
Aye, sir. Fire one.

One away.

That doesn't sound good, sir.

Direct hit, skipper.

What's she doing?
Nothing, sir.

She'd dead
in the water again.

Captain, we have
secondary hull damage.

We're taking on water.

I want those torpedoes.

Captain, we must
abandon ship.

We must fight!
This is a battle!

We cannot give up...
We've lost, sir!

The men don't need to die.

This is not a game
for cowards...

The game is over, Captain.

I'm sorry.

Any further action
against the Americans

will result in
our instant annihilation.

That is why
they call this war!

I'm sorry.

Come back here, Commander!
That is an order!

No one leaves this ship!
I want those torpedoes!

Sir, are you all right?

We must have been hit
by a harpoon!

Bud, get it!

Bud, give me hand!

She's not moving,
skipper.

We still have two men on that
ship who need to be rescued.

Move us in closer.
Aye, skipper.

XO, I want our five-inch
locked and loaded.

If somebody on that ship as much as
aims a flare gun in our direction,

I want her blown out of
the water. Aye, Captain.

We have to contact
the Cayuga.

I thought you wanted to stop it! I do!

Then why did you turn on us?

It was the only way
I could protect you.

We almost drowned
in the brig!

I was on my way to get you!

That's bull!
I swear it's true.

We've got to leave now.
She is sinking.

Grinkov won't abandon ship?

He's prepared to fight
to the death.

Yuri, you have got to
relieve him of his command.

Captain Grinkov's
in his quarters.

I'm picking up a hail
from the Vasiliev, skipper.

It's Commander Rabb.
Punch it up.

This is Captain MacNamara. What
in the hell is going on, Commander?

Captain Grinkov's gone
rogue on us, sir.

Commander Kretchiak's
taken command.

He's given the order
to abandon ship.

We could use some help.
We're on our way.

Rabb, out.

Thank you, Commander.

I'm sorry your first visit to
a Russian ship has been so...

Exciting?
Yeah.

Somebody has armed
our missiles.

Grinkov.

Alert the security team!

Get your men off this ship.
Stay in touch with Mac.

Let her know what's going on.
Aye, sir.

Smells like
a Montecristo.

Well, you've been busy,
Captain.

Do not worry, Commander.
Captain MacNamara has won.

I concede defeat.

Well, you always knew you'd
lose against the Cayuga.

It was never about
winning or losing.

It was about the fight!

The only thing I regret is that
it could not have gone on forever.

So now you blow up your ship?

She deserves a better resting
place than a scrapyard.

Her death will be quick
and honorable.

Well,
what about your crew?

Do they deserve
a watery grave?

No.

Oh, they are much too young.

Honor.

I don't expect you to
understand this, Commander.

You are an American lawyer,

not a Russian sailor.

What I don't understand is how a captain
purposely puts his crew in danger.

Is this where you try to appeal
to my sense of honor and duty?

Use your legal skills
to convince Mad Ivan

to surrender?

I don't believe
you are mad, sir.

Yes, you do.

My madness will allow
everyone to save face.

I was born
on the Chentenko River.

My mother went into labor
crossing on the ferry.

The very first air I breathed

tasted of the sea.

All I ever wanted
to be was a sailor.

Mother Russia

had the greatest naval fleet

in the history of the world.

But now,

I'm afraid the Vasiliev and I

have both outlived
our purpose.

Even if that were so,
Captain, your crew has not.

Please, sir, give me enough
time to get them off the ship.

They have served you well.
You owe them that much.

Give them the opportunity
to live and fight again.

You will not deny me the honor
of going down with my ship?

No, sir.

Very well, Commander.

Save my men.

I have been waiting for them
to leave the ship.

Commander,

tell Captain MacNamara
that I will miss our games.

We were never good friends,
but we were the best of enemies.

I will, sir.

Do svidanya, Commander.

Do svidanya, Captain.

The ship's rigged to blow!

This is the last
of the crew, Commander.

Here, sir.

Where's Captain Grinkov?

You have given him
the dignity

of a sailor's death,
Commander.

Thank you.

Give him a hand!
Give him a hand!

You have some more
down there!

Help that man!

Aye, aye, sir.

Come on up!

XO, help that man!

Get more blankets over here.

Where's that SOB Grinkov?

He's still on the Vasiliev,
sir!

Attention on deck!

Present arms!

Order ho!

Carry on.

That surprised me.

Some men value their enemies
more than their friends.

Including you?

Need you ask?