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[woman singing]

[intense music playing]

[woman continues singing]

[epic music playing]

[beeping]

[speaking in Arabic]

[woman continues singing]

[pilot shudders]

[alarm buzzing] [grunts]

[ambient music playing]

[woman continues singing]

[choir singing]

[ambient music playing]

[intense music playing]

[Fowler] Sure it's the Russians?

One hundred percent, sir. Submarine launched.

Twelve to 15 megatons,

and they went to strike status, 15 minutes prior.

Cinc-lant reports the Roosevelt's splashed

six incoming cruise missiles.

Russians are moving west through Poland.

If they head for Germany, we've got the Berlin brigade,

but they're outnumbered.

Sir, we've got another launch,

this one from Alyesk, Central Russia.

I don't believe it. What the hell's in Alyesk?

SS-18 I.C.B.M.'s.

Probable targets, New York, Washington, here.

How good is this ceiling? Anything, but a direct hit.

Satellites confirm birds in the air.

Multiple launches, first impact estimated 25 minutes.

How do we know that's accurate? It's accurate.

Sir, I advise we go to DEFCON-1.

Get president Zorkin on the hot line.

Zorkin is missing, sir.

We have reports of a coup in Moscow.

General Bulgakov is calling the shots now.

Who the hell is Bulgakov?

The asshole who wanted to use nukes in Chechnya.

Sir, DEFCON-1, we're out of time.

Do it. [tense music playing]

Mr. President.

Sir, it'll take about minute for the launch sequence

to process, after you give the order.

Before the order can be taken, an I.D. check must be performed.

My I.D. number is fifth from the top.

Sir, it's your wife on 2104. Thank you.

[phone beeps] Yeah?

[Lasseter] Under the two-man rule,

the order must be confirmed by someone on the approved list.

Shit.

Gene Revell, national security advisor.

Second from the top. Is it black-tie?

Okay, I'm on my way.

Can we, uh,

finish this up some other time, huh?

[men chuckling]

No? [laughter]

[Fowler] We gotta update these fire drills, Billy.

I mean, if the shit ever hits the fan,

I'm not goin' underground.

The place is a goddamn tomb down there.

Also have to choose someone else to face off against,

besides the Russians all the time.

Do we? Let's see.

Who else has 27,000 nukes for us to worry about?

It's the guy with one I'm worried about.

Speaking of Russia, I have to send some folks

over there.

Inspect their nuclear decommissioning facility.

Place called "Armazaz." Arzamas.

Yeah, whatever.

Just think someone from your staff

should be on the trip. I'll go.

[sighs] Billy, send staff.

I wanna go. Okay.

And don't underestimate Zorkin, pal.

Between his economy, crime,

Chechnya-- His liver.

Or what's left of it. How is he, by the way?

Well, he's scheduled a press conference

for this afternoon,

so, at least we know he can sit up.

[Fowler laughs]

[reporter] Why not negotiate?

[reporter 2] The interview is over.

[man speaking Russian]

[reporter] Chechnya is part of Russia.

[speaking in Russian]

[reporter] It is only criminals and their friends in the west

wish it to be separate.

[man] But, Mr. President,

if you will kindly come back, we do have

just a few more questions we would like to ask you.

You guys see what I see? [man] Thank you very much.

His jacket.

Yeah, he used to be able to button it all the way up.

He's gettin' fat. I know how he feels.

Oh, wow. Look at that.

Maybe it's not the same jacket. No-- Yeah. Yeah.

The one with shiny sleeves.

He wore it the last time he got out of the hospital.

He's definitely off the diet. Yeah, he's also off the wagon.

You hear how he slurred [speaks Russian]

That must be why Chelinski's hanging around,

to keep him off the sauce.

Where's Chelinski?

Next to-- What's her name? The chick with the brown hair.

[Dressler] Elena Rishkov. No, that is not Chelinski.

Bzz, busted. It's Chelinski. [Jack] No.

You're thinkin' Cherpitski. [Dillon] No, I'm not.

That ain't Cherpitski, either. I know. It's Chelinski.

No, it's not. Believ-- Trust me.

Look, he is standing next to Elena Rishkov.

He was bangin' her at the Geneva summit.

Chelinski was not at Geneva. Cherpitski was at Geneva.

[Rudy] So, what are you sayin'?

Cherpitski was bangin' Elena Rishkov?

[chuckles] I'm just sayin' Zorkin's puttin' on weight,

really, I don't know why you guys have to reduce

everything to sex. It's just disgusting.

Oh, I agree. Write it up.

And if he is putting on weight,

that might have health consequences,

so be sure to get it in the afternoon brief.

Oh, and somebody find out who is bangin' Elena Rishkov.

This is good. [indistinct chatter on TV]

[Revell] So what shall we make of Chechnya asking the west

for protection?

She is like a beautiful virgin.

Escaping the clutches of a lecherous bear,

and running to Bill Clinton to save her maidenhood.

A poet once wrote,

"Meet the new boss, same as the old boss."

He could've been writing of us,

of Europe in the 21st century.

Over 50 years of America and Russia

imposing their will on the European community.

[ominous music playing] East and west.

And we're still treated like children.

But, without the toys or the goodnight chocolates.

Each day we lose a little bit more

of our support,

sovereign ability to determine our own futures.

And, each day, the world comes just a little bit closer

to that terrible moment

when the beating of a butterfly's wings

unleashes a hurricane...

God himself cannot stop.

[shovel clanging on dirt]

[tense music playing]

[shovel clanging on metal]

[middle eastern music playing]

[speaking foreign language]

[lever clanks] [motor rumbling]

[speaking foreign language]

[ominous music playing]

[woman grunting]

[epic music playing]

[man speaking Russian]

[speaking in Russian]

[tense music playing] [body thuds]

[woman speaking in Russian]

[woman speaking in Russian]

[phone vibrating]

[Cathy] Was that yours or mine?

Huh? Oh, it must be yours. Mine's just for show.

[phone beeps]

Oh, it's not the hospital. Cool.

Good. Hi. You're still here?

Well, I think to be accurate and everything.

It's-- It's actually you are still here.

Hmm? Oh, right. Well, yeah.

Not that I'm complaining. Hmm.

Uh, Jack? Uh-huh.

I know this is new and all, but,

I have something I have to say or I'm gonna explode.

It's just-- I-- I don't want you to be scared.

[sighs] What?

[sighs]

You're in love with me.

Jack, I'm a medical professional.

I can read the symptoms.

You're definitely in love with me.

And that scares you.

Not even a little.

But I think it scares you.

No. Not even a little.

And, for the record,

you're the one who brought it up.

[phone vibrates] Uh-uh!

Uh, forget it. Forget it.

I'm gonna get it. No, wait. It'll stop.

[giggling]

I don't know who this is.

But--

Just go about your business. The timing sucks.

Do what you have to do. I totally understand.

Yes, this is Dr. Muller. No!

Muller. You paged me?

Oh.

Hello. [giggling]

Stop. Yes, this is Jack Ryan.

Jesus.

Uh, okay. I'll be there in half an hour.

I gotta go.

I-- I have, uh, an emergency at-- at work.

I have to run. I'm sorry. [grunts]

Cathy.

Yeah? How about dinner tonight?

Yeah.

How about tomorrow night? Jack,

I said yes to tonight. I know.

[shower running]

What kind of emergency does a historian have?

[Mary] He died at 0420 Zulu.

Eight and a half hours later, they swore in a new President.

Now, everybody wants to know who this new guy is.

Who is he? Alexander Nemerov.

You're kidding me?

I wrote a paper about him a year ago.

I know. No, Mary Pat,

I said He could be next. I said he could be the next guy.

I predicted this. I know. I know.

And nobody read it. Yeah, well,

they're reading it now, buddy. Who?

Cabot. I've been here for 14 months.

I don't think he knows what I look--

[orchestral music playing]

Are you Ryan?

Yes, sir.

What is this, The Paper Chase?

Well, sir, my-- [chuckles]

Well, come on. We're late.

[orchestral music playing]

You're about to breathe air

that's way over your pay grade, so listen up.

You're gonna be asked for analysis and advice,

so be goddamn sure you know what you're talking about

before you give it.

Don't be afraid to say you don't know.

And choose your words carefully.

Words have a habit of being turned into policy.

Hey, you. You. Give me your coat.

Come on, come on. You'll get it back.

[snaps fingers] Tie.

Okay.

[Ryan] So, uh, intelligence committee?

Mm-hmm. I've watched these on C-SPAN.

Never actually been to one.

[indistinct chatter]

You've never watched one of these on C-SPAN.

[airlock seals]

But, our most important assessment

comes from a highly placed source inside the Kremlin.

In his opinion,

Nemerov does not owe his ascension to the military.

Everyone has opinions, Mr. Cabot.

I respect that.

This morning my wife woke up

and said that I was old, bald and ugly.

Is that a question, Mr. Chairman?

I told her appearances aren't everything.

Would you agree, Mr. Cabot? I certainly would, sir.

Now, this, uh,

new fellow "Nezmeroz", is that his name?

Nemerov, sir. [Chairman] Mm-hmm.

Well, despite what your source says,

we hear that "Nezmeroz" is hard-liner.

Is he a hard-liner? [whispers] No.

It's a bit too soon to make that assessment, sir.

[Chairman] Well, according to CNN,

your Mr. Nezmeroz is making promises

to rebuild the Russian empire.

That sounds pretty rash from where I sit.

If I were sitting in Chechnya, I'd be even more worried.

Sir, Nemerov's just saying what he needs to say

to get the hard-liners off his back.

If we leave him alone, Russia will stabilize.

If we push him, all bets are off.

When I asked for your advice,

I didn't mean that you should actually speak.

Yes, sir. [Chairman] Mr. Cabot.

Uh, Mr. Chairman,

some of our assets in the Russian government,

who actually know Mr. Nemerov,

have not had a chance to report in.

I'd like to take a couple of days

and get more information for you before characterizing him.

But I do maintain my opinion

that appearances can be deceiving.

You're saying I'm wrong? Absolutely, Mr. Chairman.

I don't think you're ugly.

[Jack] If I was out of line back there, I apologize.

[Cabot] Senators don't like to be surprised.

I always give them a hint of what it is,

I'm going to tell them. Then I give them

a little while to get used to it.

Then I tell them.

I understand. Good.

But, I'm right about Nemerov.

Your girlfriend like this stubborn streak in you?

[chuckles] What?

Cathy Muller, second-year surgical resident,

Baltimore Memorial hospital.

Welcome to the C.I.A., sport.

Your intelligence

is just a little flawed in this matter.

I wouldn't call her my girlfriend, yet.

Oh.

What exactly would you call her?

Great. Amazing.

She's just afraid to commit.

He's terrified of commitment.

A man is afraid of commitment after three dates?

Alert the media. I know. I know.

So, what does he do?

He was in the marines before he hurt his back.

Now, he's a historian. Yawn.

No, he works for a think tank across the river.

Double yawn. All right, Rita.

Let's see what you have to say after you meet him tonight.

He's, uh...

[clears throat] cute?

I have fat fingers. Cathy!

Cute scale, one to ten. Oh, God! I don't know.

Twelve.

[ominous music playing]

[man] Ask them where they found this.

[speaking in Arabic]

[speaking in Arabic]

In the field. In the Golan.

[man] There was quite a lot of fighting there in 1973.

They witness it?

[translates into Arabic] [replies in Arabic]

Uh, this one says he lost his son.

Does he remember? Was there a plane shot down?

[speaks in Arabic]

[speaking in Arabic]

Uh, yes, an Israeli jet, destroyed.

[orchestral music playing]

This is worthless.

[speaking in Arabic] But tell him,

I will give him $400, because of his son.

[translating in Arabic]

[stammers] Thank-- Thank you.

Thank you.

[man] Gosh, it's not the sort of thing

you find lying around normally. [woman] Absolutely not.

[man] How did you come by it, then?

[woman] I found her in the atti

of an old mansion house. [man] Uh-huh.

In an old part of Glasgow. [man] All right.

Your little trip to the attic actually has got you

a piece worth, now,

the best part of a thousand pounds,

even in this condition.

And had she been in better condition, even more.

So, uh, a jolly nice find.

I wonder if you can tell me how this rather beautiful lady

ended up with such a broken nose?

[woman] Well, I'm afraid I can't tell you

why she has a broken nose.

Uh, this obviously happened before I found her.

[man] Found her? I found her. Yes.

She was very, very dirty. Uh-huh.

And she was in a pile of rubble, and she looked like stone.

In fact, what I thought I'd found was a garden ornament.

Hello? Cathy. Hi. I'm so glad you called.

I'm running a little late. I'm sorry.

Can you come, like, a half an hour later?

[jet engines whirring] Uh, I-- I can't make it.

I'm really sorry.

Oh.

It was a last minute work thing.

What's that noise? [jet turbines whirring]

I'm-- I'm-- I'm calling from a plane.

Look, this just came up, and I tried to call you

at the hospital, but they-- Where you going?

I can't tell you that. Jack.

You can't tell me where you're going?

Jack? Ho-- Hold on one second.

Yes, sir? What are you doing?

Oh, I had a date tonight, so I had to call and cancel.

Oh, don't be stupid. Tell her where you're going.

In fact, tell her who you work for.

She'll be impressed.

Okay, um,

I work for the C.I.A.,

and the director asked me at the last minute

to come with him to Russia to do a nuclear arms inspection.

Hello? That is so lame.

No, Cathy, I swear, it's 'cause of the start treaty.

We get to inspect to make sure

they're decommissioning their nuclear arsenal.

[phone beeps]

Hello? Hello?

Thanks. Thanks a lot.

[orchestral music playing]

[speaks in Russian] William Cabot.

President Nemerov.

Pleasure, sir.

May I present, Mrs. Lathrop.

Mr. President. [speaks Russian]

General Rand. Mr. President.

And Dr. Ryan. Mr. President.

[speaks in Russian]

You must be the Dr. Ryan,

who's done such interesting research on me.

[speaks in Russian]

You should not be surprised by this, we know quite a bit.

[speaks in Russian]

For instance, we know how wrong you were in your report

that I had many girlfriends in college.

[speaking in Russian]

[speaking in Russian]

I met my wife in my third year,

and have not looked at another woman since.

I was referring to the first two years.

Sir.

[speaking Russian]

I like you.

Well, in that case, so do I.

First, let me apologize for interjecting myself

in your inspection tour.

But there is a message I wish for you to take back

to President Fowler.

Well, you could just call him on the phone.

I would like him to hear it from you,

his friend of many years,

who received it personally from me,

saw my expression and the language of my body

as I spoke it. I understand.

Chechnya is an internal affair.

What we do there, should be none of your concern.

I will relay the message, but I don't think he will agree.

There are those in my country

who will use this issue to weaken me.

[Cabot] There are those in my country who say,

your war in Chechnya is exactly your weakness.

Chechnya is a nation of criminals.

Every day brings another cowardly attack

on innocent Russian citizens.

It is none of your concern.

Stability is our concern.

Peace in Chechnya, is our concern.

And, If I may speak frankly.

Your control over your military concerns us too.

For you to get involved here, it's...

like sleeping with another man's wife.

And what you are suggesting is that, afterward,

they can all live together under the same roof.

But what really happens is...

the betrayed husband buys a gun.

[eerie music playing]

That went well.

Who's the guy with Nemerov? Anatoli Grushkov.

Old K.G.B.?

Been lurking around since Brezhnev.

Plays all sides and nobody's had the guts

to get rid of him.

Is that because he knows where all the bodies were buried?

Probably, because he buried them himself.

[epic music playing]

And we were, uh, able to obtain a roster

of their scientists at Arzamas.

Who's who, what their expertise is.

[epic music continues]

Arzamas-16 is home to the all-Russian

Scientific Research Institute of Experimental Physics.

And, is the birthplace of our first atomic bomb.

Many of our greatest scientists worked here and many still do.

Since 1995...

...nearly 10,000 nuclear devices,

under the cooperative Threat reduction program.

But this is the first time...

We tried so hard to get in here over the years.

I sent three people.

[General] ...Warheads. They all died trying.

[machinery humming]

[orchestral music playing]

[Cabot] What does the t-shirt say?

"I am a bomb technician. If you see me running,

try to catch up."

[inhales] Okay.

Sir, I'm sorry. Just one quick thing.

I'm sure it's nothing. Um, according to this,

there are 17 senior scientists on duty today.

I only count 14.

Doctors Milinov, uh, Orlov, and Spassky,

they don't seem to be here.

I will make inquiries.

[Grushkov] Dr. Milinov is out sick.

Orlov is on vacation.

Spassky, I'm grieved to say, was killed,

driving his car to work just this past week.

[inhales deeply] We move on, shall we?

Please.

Very impressive.

You almost seem to have that information, uh, memorized.

I assumed you would ask, Dr. Ryan.

[orchestral music playing]

[humming]

[Cabot] Okay.

We touch down at Andrews at 21:30.

Tell him to meet me there.

Sir, those three missing scientists?

Milinov's expertise is detonators.

Spassky's expertise is the package,

the nuclear core itself.

And Orlov is a mathematician,

whose expertise is the geometry

of high explosives, inside a fission bomb.

Exact three men you would need if you wanted to build a bomb.

Grushkov would have us believe--

Grushkov's a liar.

Milinov is not sick.

Orlov hasn't taken a vacation in years

and Spassky was supposed to have died drivin' a car?

Doesn't drive.

They have no idea where these guys are.

I'm dying to ask you how you know that.

Secure source inside the Kremlin.

Code name, Spinnaker.

He gives me stuff. I give him stuff.

We keep the back channels open in hopes

of staving off disaster.

Oh, and speaking of disaster,

did you call your girlfriend yet?

No. I haven't figured out

how I'm gonna dig myself out of this one.

All right, listen.

Call her up and invite her

to the White House Correspondents'

Dinner Sunday night.

It's the hottest ticket in town. She'll love it.

That sounds great. How do I get in?

Trust me. [laughs]

[jet turbines whirring]

I'll see you at the car.

Still loving your desk job?

Yeah, I am.

How's your Russian?

It still works. Why?

Three Russian nuclear scientists are missing.

I need to know where they are.

I thought I wasn't doin' this anymore.

I just need information this time, Johnny.

Your orders are on the plane. Wheels up at 23:30.

Have a nice flight.

Sunday night, eight o'clock at the Hilton.

The tickets are under the name of John Clark.

You do have a tux? Yeah. Yes, sir.

My beautiful wife, Julie, is from New Jersey.

Fifteen electoral votes.

And is, as you know, half Jewish.

So we'll take Florida's 25 electoral votes

and divide by two.

This is a nice hotel, huh? Yeah, it's beautiful.

My friend Rita stayed here once. She said it was...

real nice. [President] ...Virginia.

Thirteen electoral votes.

[audience laughing] Maybe after dinner we can uh...

[President] ...Even if it's a boy,

he'll be named Virginia. I don't know,

we could get a room here. [audience laughing]

I already did.

[President] She reminds that

I have publicly acknowledged... No, you didn't.

...that as a young... Yes, I did.

...Marine officer in Vietnam.

I did, on a handful of occasions,

smoke marijuana.

[audience laughing]

California, 54 electoral votes.

[audience applauding]

[beepers buzzing]

[beepers buzzing] [tense music playing]

[buzzing continues]

[indistinct chatter]

[Revell] At approximately 06:00, Moscow time,

the Russians launched a massive artillery strike

against Grozny, the capital of Chechnya.

The shells contained an experimental chemical weapon,

known as the Novichok Binary nerve agent.

Saturation, you can see it on those infrared sat photos,

took 20 minutes.

After which, every man, woman and child inside a radius

of roughly 12 miles was rendered helpless,

by symptoms approximating acute, late-stage Cerebral palsy.

[man] Oh, my God. How many dead?

Best guess, 80 percent.

[Becker] Which means, Nemerov just launched

the most massive attack

in the history of chemical warfare.

Let's talk response.

Worst thing we could do is nothing.

[Becker] I agree.

If you let him get away with chemical weapons,

what's next?

Biological, nuclear? Okay.

Short of gassing the Kremlin,

what's the strongest response we can make?

We send in peacekeepers Chechnya's not sovereign.

Look, they requested recognition,

so we recognize them. Not full diplomatic recognition,

provisional. That may get the Chechens

to request emergency international assistance,

and we send in peacekeepers. How do you get 'em in there?

The fastest way would be to fly 'em in from Turkey.

Over Armenian airspace?

To screw Russia, they won't complain.

[sniffles] Let's do it.

Nemerov can choke on it.

[President] Bill.

Dr. Ryan. Yes, sir.

What do you think?

Mr. President,

conventional wisdom would suggest

that Nemerov is playing the traditional Russian role.

Be aggressive, flex your muscles.

Dare the world to stop you.

But Nemerov isn't conventional.

He walks like a hard-liner. He talks like a hard-liner.

Yes, but with all due respect, I don't think he is one.

He just gassed the capital of another country, Doctor.

With all due respect, you're wrong.

[man] So what are we wasting our time for?

What if he didn't order the attack?

[indistinct chatter]

What if Nemerov didn't order the attack?

What if it was a, uh,

rogue general?

Or a splinter military unit,

frustrated they couldn't get the rest of the rebels

out of the city?

Have you any reason to believe he didn't order it,

or are you just floating this?

[whispers] You don't know.

I don't think he did it, sir.

I-- I wou-- I would bet he didn't do it.

If I could ask senior staff to remain behind

for a few minutes, please.

[ominous music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[man on TV] I'm sorry, Roger, we're going to have

to interrupt right now, because we're going back

to Moscow where Russia's newly installed President,

Alexander Nemerov,

has just begun to address the state.

We join him in progress. [audience applauding]

[Nemerov speaking Russian]

[female translator] For ten years now...

[Nemerov continues speaking]

...We have contended-- Excuse me, sir.

Would you mind turning that up, just a little?

[translator] ...Toward innocent Russian citizens.

Finally...

every nation has a right to defend itself.

[Nemerov continues speaking in Russian]

[translator] This terrorism must end.

The bombing of Chechnya, was my decision.

[audience applauding]

[woman] Nice goin', ace.

[orchestral music playing]

[speaking Russian]

[bell tolling]

[man] And how is our Russian friend affected by this?

I am not affected.

I remain devoted to our little plan.

At what you're charging us, I am not surprised.

And the American?

Mr. Mason is a believer.

I put a little extra in the escrow account for him.

Why?

Because he won't live long enough to receive it.

Where is the package? It left Haifa a week ago.

I'm told these things can kill you.

[speaking in French]

But so much has changed.

Uh, perhaps the new situation suggests we consider...

a different approach?

Maybe try to bring Russia more into Europe.

More into our way of thinking.

We have discussed that, Monsieur Monceau.

And with your concurrence, rejected it.

Oh, perhaps we were hasty.

Perhaps, our plan is, uh-- Is what?

Well, not perfectly conceived.

[speaking Russian]

Well,

I respect the will and judgment of my friends.

But in-- in light of the week's events,

I am growing...

uncomfortable with this plan.

So I must beg your leave.

[inhales deeply] Gentlemen.

Herr Haft will help you out.

And, your scarf, Monsieur.

[grunts, gags]

[Monceau choking]

[tense music playing]

[man] Mason, would you watch it with that thing.

You're gonna kill someone.

[chain being pulled up]

Yo, what's up, Mason?

You know, I always wanted to ask you.

Where'd you get that tat, man?

The navy.

Navy? I was in the navy.

[dusting gloves] Hospital ship, six years.

[man chattering on radio] You?

Eight months.

Oh, you wash out?

[man on radio] ...as to the carnage

the Russians perpetrated...

[radio chatter continues]

All right, brother. You have a good one now.

Yeah, brother.

[tense music playing]

[man on radio] ...You got to realize

the Russian world is watching and they're gonna take the cue

from us and what we--

The unprecedented attack on Chechnya...

[woman translating to Russian]

...signals a dangerous and troubling shift

in Russian policy. [translation overlapping]

It demands the toughest,

and most unambiguous response from the West.

[translation to Russian continues]

Accordingly, NATO forces are on their way to Chechnya...

[overlapping translation] ...To serve as peacekeepers.

And to provide desperately needed

humanitarian relief.

Victims of this monstrous-- [turns TV off]

[speaking Russian]

[man] These are four hours old

Russian 12th, 15th and 2nd tank regiments.

They haven't moved. Why haven't they moved?

Nemerov's too smart to move those tanks.

[Mary] He speaks.

[man] Jack, look. Nemerov's got, like,

what, 19000 tanks?

No way NATO can match that.

I know, that's why he's not gonna move 'em.

It's like a chess game.

He's just thinking three moves ahead.

He knows he has so many more tanks than we do.

The NATO playbook says, the only way we can stop 'em

is using tactical nuclear weapons.

And there's no way

he wants to risk a nuclear war over this.

I also think he's sending us a message.

He didn't bomb Grozny.

[footsteps approaching]

[orchestral music playing]

[speaking Russian]

[speaking Russian]

[speaking in Russian]

[Mrs. Spassky laughs]

Clark got us her number. N.S.A. was able

to collect records of all calls made

to that number last night and trace it back to here.

It's an abandoned Soviet army base

outside of Cherkasy, on the uh, Kremenchug reservoir.

What are three Russian atomic scientists

doing in Ukraine?

Uh, fair guess, they're building a bomb.

I mean, Nemerov has thousands of bombs.

Why does he need to build a secret one?

[smacks lips] Deniability.

Build one nobody knows about,

he could drive it to Chechnya in the trunk of his beamer.

No way to track it. No way to trace it.

He could set it off and sit back and say,

"I didn't do it."

With all due respect, sir,

I don't think that adds up. It adds up.

You just don't like what it adds up to.

[eerie music playing]

[popping]

[speaking in Russian]

[speaking in Russian]

[Spassky] The explosive blocks must be replaced and machined

to a thousandth of a millimeter,

in a mathematically determined configuration.

Do we have a bomb?

First, we must analyze the yield--

Spassky...

Do we have a bomb? [sighs]

Yes.

Yes, we do.

[R&B ballad playing]

[phone ringing]

[ringing continues] This is, uh,

a test. [whispers] Yeah.

[ringing continues]

Answer it. No.

Answer it.

You sure? Yeah.

[ringing continues] Hello.

Yes.

Yes, sir.

I have to go outside, for just a second.

Okay? I'll be-- I'll be right back.

I'll be right back. One second.

[door opens, closes]

[car door slams]

[Jack] Sir, I write reports.

I reviewed your military records, Jack.

You can take care of yourself.

Yes, sir, but I'm not trained for that.

I'm not asking you to be an operations officer,

just my eyes and ears.

I can't go.

So, this isn't sanctioned.

I want you to give this to Clark, see what he finds out,

bring it home.

Yes, sir.

Jack,

we never had this discussion.

What discussion?

[orchestral music playing]

[Jack] Okay, Clark. [clears throat]

This is three days ago, and it shows vehicles here,

guards here and here.

I got to get one of those.

Now, the infrared satellite

was in position 34 hours ago and took this photograph.

This shows guards here and here.

I don't even have e-mail.

There are two more at the checkpoint,

between two and five in the barracks,

and two with the package,

which we believe to be right here.

No problem.

Give me a couple of guys, a box of tranquilizer darts.

If we're lucky, we can be out in six minutes.

Uh, well, actually, there is a problem.

What's that? Well, this is yesterday.

No guards visible at all.

And why is that a problem, Mr. Ryan?

For two reasons.

Either we can't see 'em, which is bad.

Or worse, they left, and we're too late.

Suit up. What?

You can't go dressed like that.

No, no, no.

Besides, I'm a-- I'm an analyst, I don't--

I don't go on the-- the, you know, mission.

Relax, 007.

It's not a mission. It's just a recce.

Well then, okay, fine. Whatever you call it.

I'm not-- I don't do that. I just write reports.

Okay.

So write a report about it. Suit up!

Clark, no!

Clark? No!

[boat motor roaring]

[Clark] So, Cabot tells me you got my ticket

to the Correspondents' dinner.

Have a good time?

Never been to one of those.

Was actually kind of looking forward to it.

[intense music playing]

[grunting]

[panting]

[bag unzips]

Clark. What?

No. I'm not goin' in there.

Goddamn right, you're not. [zips bag]

You're gonna stay here and make sure

no one steals my boat.

Be right back.

[fence wire creaking]

[fence wire resonating]

[tense music playing]

[wind blowing]

[glass crunching]

[dog barking]

[orchestral music playing]

Shit.

[speaking in Ukrainian]

Damn.

[speaking in Ukrainian]

[speaking in Ukrainian]

[door creaking]

[barking, snarling] [fabric ripping]

[ominous music playing]

[door creaking] [speaking in Ukrainian]

[speaking in Ukrainian]

Oh, Jesus. [speaking in Ukrainian]

Oh, God. [speaking in Ukrainian]

Immigration didn't call you guys, huh?

[speaking in Ukrainian]

I'm sorry. You speak English?

I don't speak much Ukrainian.

[speaking in Ukrainian] You-- Look, uh--

Look, I know this doesn't look good,

but it's not what you think. I'm an American citizen.

I have my papers-- [screaming in Ukrainian]

Okay, okay. No papers. [speaking in Ukrainian]

Please, just put the gun down, all right?

[shouting in Ukrainian]

The light? Put the light down.

[guards shouting in Ukrainian] Okay. Okay.

Take it easy. I'll put the light down.

Here we go. I'm putting it down.

[guards shouting in Ukrainian]

[guards speaking in Ukrainian]

Shoot him, Ryan.

[speaking in Ukrainian] [Clark] Shoot him.

[shouting in Ukrainian]

Shoot him before he figures out what I'm saying!

[speaking in Ukrainian]

[tense music playing]

[Clark] Get their shoes. What?

Tell them to take their shoes off.

[speaking in Ukrainian]

You speak Ukrainian. Yeah. You don't?

[Clark] Whatever it is they were spray-painting,

was big.

About the size of a fridge.

The imprint it left was pretty deep too.

So, we know three things for sure.

It was heavy,

something was radioactive, and now it's gone.

You said, one of them spoke English?

South African.

Okay, so the question is,

what's a South African doing in the Ukraine,

with three Russian scientists and a crate from Israel?

[tense music playing]

Tell Cabot I'll call him from Haifa.

I have a feeling you better hurry.

Most people believe the 20th century was defined

by the death struggle of communism versus capitalism,

and that fascism was, but, a hiccup.

Today we know better.

Communism was a fool's errand.

The followers of Marx, gone from this earth.

But the followers of Hitler abound and thrive.

Hitler, however, had one great disadvantage.

He lived in a time when fascism, like a virus,

like the aids virus,

needed a strong host in order to spread.

Germany was that host.

But strong as it was, Germany couldn't prevail.

The world was too big.

Fortunately, the world has changed.

Global communications, cable TV, the internet.

Today, the world is smaller.

And a virus does not need a strong host

in order to spread.

This virus,

is airborne.

One more thing, let no man call us crazy.

They called Hitler crazy, but Hitler wasn't crazy.

He was stupid.

You don't fight Russia and America.

You get Russia and America to fight each other.

And destroy each other.

[epic music playing]

So what'd you find?

Ukraine doesn't exactly have a thriving export economy,

but it's all lined up. I pulled up

every shipping manifest for the past two weeks.

The only crate the size of that imprint, was picked up

at Kiev international ten days ago

and flown to the Canary Islands.

Well, I can't find Cabot,

so the air force has a nuclear assessment team.

Call them and tell them-- Jack, Jack, Jack, it got--

Put on a cargo freighter, headed for the East Coast.

What?

Baltimore, Jack. It's coming here.

[announcer] And it's another spectacular view

from the Budweiser blimp, as we count down to game time.

[announcer 2] Can't wait for that.

We'll have all the rest of the pre-game festivities,

as well as the arrival

of the nation's number-one football fan, in just a moment.

♪ Then conquer we must ♪

♪ For our cause it is just ♪

♪ And this be our motto ♪

♪ In god is our trust ♪

♪ And the star-spangled banner ♪

♪ Forever ♪

♪ Shall wave ♪

♪ O'er the land of the free... ♪

All right, then get me the duty officer.

♪ And the home of the ♪

♪ Brave ♪

[crowd cheering]

[man on p.a.] Ladies and gentlemen,

the President of the United States,

Robert Fowler!

[crowd booing] [crowd cheering]

Show time.

[inaudible dialogue]

[busy signal] Shit.

Hut! [crowd cheering]

[whistle blows]

Fifteen yard penalty. First down!

That's right! [phone ringing]

Shit.

[announcer indistinct dialogue]

[cell phone ringing] [man] Yeah!

Hello? Hello? Hello? [loud screaming continues]

Sir! Hello?

Sir! [cheering continues]

Shit! [disconnects]

[cell phone ringing]

Yeah. Cabot. It's Ryan!

[loud cheering] What?

The bomb is in play!

Dillon's called the Afrat team!

They're meeting me at the docks in 20 minutes.

To see if we can find it! Docks? What docks?

Baltimore. You're breaking up.

What did you say? Baltimo--

Look, I'm losing you. I'll call you back

from a different phone. Baltimore!

[tense music playing]

Sir?

John! Reggie! Let's go! Let's go!

Let's go! Let's go! Move it!

[tense music playing]

Get a side!

Move, move.

[John] Move! Move! [Reggie] Go! Go! Go!

[indistinct shouting]

What the hell is going on?

[secret service man] Sir, please stay down.

Some Russian scientists have been working on a bomb.

Nuclear, it arrived in Baltimore this morning.

Those people at the stadium. We're on it! Stay down!

indistinct chattering]

[man on TV] Well, all we know is,

the President has been taken off...

Hey, Cathy. 407. Thanks, J.J.

...He only could be injured.

We have no... [explosion]

[siren blares]

[alarm beeping]

[woman on TV] Clearly something has happened,

of tremendous proportion.

But we have no word yet, or confirmation as to what,

but there is an enormous cloud over the en--

[helicopters whirring]

[man] Let's go! Go, go, go.

[indistinct chattering]

Mr. President! Mr. President!

You all right?

He's stuck! He's stuck! Go the other way.

Mr. President, are you all right?

Are you all right, Mr. President?

This is the marines to take you home. Go.

I need your help, Danny!

Alvarez, get me a stretcher! Now!

You got that stretcher?

You got the stretcher?

No, I don't want one. Okay.

Let's go. Let's go. Let's go!

Move it! Move it!

[man] Help is on the way.

Move it! Move it!

Let's go! Let's go! Close the master. Got 'em.

[knock on door] [door opens]

[speaking Russian]

[wind gusting]

[indistinct chattering on radio]

[ominous music playing]

Hey, it's Ryan!

Jack, where are you? I don't know.

Somewhere outside Baltimore.

Listen, Cabot got the President out.

Where's the President now?

Uh, they're taking him airborne. He's on NAOC.

Why?

Uh, they think it might be the Russians.

It wasn't the Russians. I gotta talk to Cabot.

Can you patch me through to the plane?

Cabot's not on the plane.

We don't know where he is. We just know he's not there.

Can you call back in about an hour?

We don't have an hour!

Fowler's gonna want to show how tough he is!

He's gonna hit back now!

Listen to me.

We have to prove that it wasn't the Russians.

Before he's convinced it is.

Well, can you get back to Langley?

No, we-- there's no time! I--

There must be a command post on site.

The radiation assessment team. Where are they?

Uh, Stambler tunnels, south of the city.

[siren wailing]

Jack, listen. The prevailing winds are blowing

the fallout to the east and the north.

As long as you stay south, you're okay.

[Gene] Mr. President, you all right?

[President] Jesus, Gene, how the hell you think I am?

How many casualties? We don't know.

[President] Cabot said it was Russian.

How the hell did it get in there?

We don't know. Radar didn't pick it up,

so it wasn't a missile.

[President] Oh-- how is Cabot? Where is he?

I don't know. Well, what do you know?

I don't know, all right? I don't know!

All right, all right.

Okay. Okay. I don't know for Christ's sake!

General, Mr. Prozain and Kondor aren't on board!

Yes, sir. [speaking indistinctly]

Mr. President? I recommend that we move

to def-con-2. No!

We don't even know where that came from.

Where is our intelligence?

[Becker] Russian air defenses have moved

to their highest level. Well, maybe they're afraid

of being attacked, and I can't get

this goddamn chair to open!

Sir, we have to take off.

We don't know who did it! We don't know where we are.

We think the Russians are at their highest alert.

Excuse me! You think!

Sir? Def-con-2? We're groping in the dark here.

So, it's a little-- This is too much

goddamn bullshit!

Not enough fact. [jet engines whirring]

[news reporter] The blast crater is about 100

maybe-- maybe 150 yards wide,

which suggests a relatively low-yield device.

Quite a bit smaller than say, the Hiroshima bomb.

Maybe a quarter of a square mile around the stadium,

is just-- just gone. [tense music playing]

But beyond that, buildings do remain,

although heavily damaged for a mile or so.

Then the damage appears to taper off,

the farther you get from ground zero.

[tense music playing] [phone ringing]

Dubinin.

[man] Herr Haft has left for America.

And now we are counting on you.

I assure you, I will earn every pfennig.

[speaking Russian]

[indistinct chatter]

[siren wailing]

[Lorna] The ash isn't radioactive,

and the prevailing winds are blowing the fallout to sea.

Captain? Jack Ryan, C.I.A. Lorna Shiro.

You need to wait outside with everybody else.

Oh, I don't think so.

I need to know everything you know about the bomb.

Look, pal, we're collecting samples,

and then we have to analyze the debris.

So, take a number, get in line

and we'll have the report out tomorrow.

Captain. Captain! I don't have time for this.

I need to know where this bomb came from.

I will settle for, where it didn't come from.

But I need to know now, otherwise,

there may not be a tomorrow.

[siren blaring] [sighs] Shit.

[clicks] Wesson, where are you?

About a quarter mile... Does this work?

from ground zero.

I think this is about as far as we go.

Our feet are sizzling.

And I'm getting rads here nearly the limit of our gear.

[Lorna] Okay. Cut the rover loose

and get the hell out of there. Roger that.

Dillon.

The crate the bomb was shipped in,

somebody had to sign for it when it got to port.

Customs must have a database. Get me a name.

And where's Cabot?

[Dillon] No one knows. We're checking the hospitals.

[Ryan] Have you tried memorial? [Dillon] He wouldn't be there.

It's on the other side-- No, I mean, uh,

Is it-- is it still--

[tense music playing]

It's-- it's Cathy's hospital.

As far as I know, it's still there.

But the phones are down.

All right. Can you keep checking for me?

Thanks.

[Becker] Now, they could have launched a cruise missile.

D.S.P. Sats might not have picked it up.

Now, just a minute. We don't know

that this is Russia. We don't know it's not.

Look, if they were sending us a message like,

"Stay out of Chechnya," the whole point would be

for us to know it was them. Not to sneak one in.

Except that they could inspire

the kind of dithering and confusion

that we're going through right now.

Mr. President, we're up-linked.

President Nemerov,

a short time ago, there was a major nuclear event

on the eastern seaboard of the United States.

Loss of life is severe. It was no accident.

It was not an accident.

We don't yet know where it came from, we don't--

We have not yet ascertained the source of this weapon.

Rest assured--

[speaking Russian]

Whoa. That was a little fast.

"Please accept the deepest sympathies

of the Russian people.

If it was deliberate,

this is a crime without precedent.

What madman would do such a thing?

And for what purpose?

You must believe that Russia had nothing to do

with this infamous act."

It's canned. They prepared that in advance.

President Nemerov,

we have no reason to suspect Russian involvement

at this time. [keyboard clicking]

[speaking Russian]

[orchestral music playing]

[jet engine whirring]

[engine starts]

[epic music playing]

T.A.O., E.W. I'm picking up intermittent radar bearing 020.

[alarm beeping] Where?

[buzzes]

Now it's gone.

[speaking in Russian]

There! It's a weak signal. Low on the horizon.

T.A.O., air sup. Inbound contact!

[tense music playing]

Multiples on the same bearing!

Vampire! Vampire! Now!

Fast movers inbound!

I got seven, eight, nine of them!

[ship alarm wailing]

That the missiles came from Russian aircraft,

there is no question.

Grennel thinks that he can save the ship,

but flight ops are definitely out.

[woman speaking Russian]

[speaking Russian]

[woman] "...until we investigate all possibilities."

Like you did in Chechnya? Mr. President,

who is in control of your armed forces?

[keyboard clicking] [computer beeps]

[speaking Russian]

[woman] "...lecture me on Chechnya."

Mr. President,

we are now at a de facto State of war with the Russians.

[Jack] Look, John Clark was in Haifa yesterday.

I don't know where he is today, but he may have something.

So, we have to find him right away.

[woman] Wow, check out that gadolinium reading.

[Jack] Yeah, he mass fraction is huge.

Okay. Connect me to Dillon, will you?

I'll hold.

There it is. Savannah River.

[electronic beep] Oh, yeah.

"Oh, yeah" what?

They always had that gadolinium problem.

Hanford does it another way.

They always generate too much promethium.

Hold on a sec.

Can you translate that into English for me?

[tense music playing]

This plutonium came from the D.O.E. plant

at Savannah River,

February of '68 from 'K' reactor.

You can even tell which part of "K" reactor.

Wait a minute. This is our plutonium?

Made in the U.S.A.

Dillon, you gotta find Cabot for me.

I-- [woman talking indistinctly]

[tense music playing]

Are you advocating we launch a first strike?

It is not a first strike!

There's already been a first strike!

And a second! Don't you get it!

No! I don't get it!

I don't understand why we have to Nuke them,

for God's sake!

It's not reasonable! Sidney! God damn it!

They practically sank an aircraft carrier.

Their missile silos are hot.

We're getting nothing, but bullshit from Nemerov.

And let's not forget how this thing started, okay?

They tried to kill me, remember?

So don't fucking tell me to be reasonable!

[epic music playing]

woman indistinctly speaking over P.A.]

[helicopter whirring]

[tense music playing]

Sir.

Sir.

Hey.

Pres-- What?

President.

The president's fine. He's fine.

Sir, the bomb.

The plutonium. [whispers] Wife.

What? Wife.

Your wife? I'm sure she's fine. She's in D.C.

The blast radius wasn't that--

It wasn't that wide.

Here.

Sir, now listen to me.

The plutonium was ours.

John Clark's in Haifa right now,

trying to track down the arms dealer.

I can't get a hold of him.

And I don't know what to do.

G-- girl. Girlfriend.

She, uh-- she works in Baltimore, so...

I don't know.

Sp-- Spinnaker. What?

S-- Spinnaker. [exhales deeply]

Sir.

Bill?

[ambient music playing]

Yeah. Jack, just got in.

We found the receiver address for the crate.

Okay. Yeah. Port of Baltimore.

Can you get to the docks?

Yeah. Find the trans-con warehouse.

The name on the manifest is Mason.

Sorry. I need this truck.

[tense music playing] [tires squeal]

[car alarm beeping]

[tires screeching]

[ignition grinds] [sighs]

Come on.

[ignition grinds]

[computer beeps]

[tense music playing]

Shit. [ignition grinds]

Come on! [computer beeps]

[tense music playing]

Sir, we've come up with another alternative.

Go counter-force.

Conventional attack on the Russian air base

where the carrier attack originated.

It's what we're looking for. A measured response.

Non-nuclear. Is it strong enough?

Smart bombs and f-16s. Pretty goddamn strong.

Can't afford for them to see us as weak.

They've gotta know we have the guts to...

take it to the next level.

I think they'll get that message.

[tense music playing]

Hit 'em.

[epic music playing]

Eagle's nest, this is eagle one. We have target acquired.

Target is lit. Good-bye.

[intense music playing]

[speaking Russian]

[Muller] Everyone, can I have your attention, please?

The generator has gone out. I don't want anyone to move,

because there's too much broken glass everywhere.

Just stay where you are. We will get back to you--

[electronic beeping]

Okay, fine. Please stay where you are.

We're going to take you one by one.

[coughing]

[indistinct chattering]

Sir, can you hear me? Can you feel your arms and legs?

A nine percent I.V. and morphine drip, okay?

Sir, we're gonna take care of you, all right?

What do you got?

What do we do with the ones we know won't make it?

Whatever we can.

What? Bill Cabot died.

[ambient music playing]

Really sorry.

[sighs] This can't be happening.

[ominous music playing]

Sir, we have a call from Langley.

Thank you.

Becker. This is Jack Ryan

from the Russia desk. Now how great.

The Nemerov apologist.

Sir, this bomb was not Nemerov. I know this guy.

That's what you said after Grozny, Mr. Ryan.

Put it in your report. The plutonium came from--

Seems unusual to find

radiation poisoning all the way out here.

I have never myself seen such a thing.

That is why we published the case on the internet.

To seek help.

How'd he say it happened? He will not talk about it.

[livestock bleating]

Was anyone else exposed to the materials

that made you sick?

[ominous music playing]

Mr. Ghazi, I'm not the police.

I'm a physician. I assure you that anything

you say to me, stays between us.

My friend and I find bomb.

We sell to man who buys such things.

Was it this man?

Other people may have come in contact with that bomb.

[speaking Russian]

[flies buzzing]

Uh, I am... going to die?

Yes?

Yes.

His name, is Olson.

He lives in Damascus.

[man singing In Italian]

[disk drive buzzing]

[tense music playing]

Oh, yeah. We gettin' it all.

[speaking Russian]

Mr. President, we need you to initiate Snapcount.

What happens then?

We prepare to take out their land-based missiles

with a massive nuclear strike. Find and kill their subs.

Knock out whatever planes they have on the ground.

And mobilize our fighters

to destroy the ones they already have in the air.

What are our chances? David?

[ambient music playing]

Odds are...

we leave Nemerov in a pretty pickle.

He'll be left with, at best, a few hundred nukes.

The ones we can't find.

Mostly the, uh, smaller, more mobile, less-accurate kind.

All he can do with those, is target our cities.

[David] But he knows to an absolute certainty,

that we will respond against his cities.

[sighs]

I spent my entire adult life wanting to be President.

This is my presidency.

Sir, I believe, he'll keep his 300 nukes.

It's still a credible deterrent against some future aggressor.

I think he'll push back from the table

and call it a night.

[orchestral music playing]

I'm giving the order for Snapcount.

Maximum readiness.

[alarm buzzing]

[tense music playing]

Jack, we're in Olson's files.

He shows wire payments of 45 million dollars

from someone named Dressler.

Dillon, go run Dressler. Find out who he is.

Jack, I really want you out of there.

[Jack] I'm at the docks. I think there's somebody inside.

See if the name Dressler's anywhere.

No! Jack, get out of there.

Dillon, call the Baltimore P.D. Give them the address. Hurry.

Jack, wait for the cops. Call you back.

[grunting]

[groaning]

[grunts]

[yelps]

[groans]

[coughing] Wait.

[grunts]

[metal clatters on floor]

Who's Dressler? Huh? [sirens wailing]

Where is he, God damn it?

[gasping] Yes, Dressler?

[officer] Police! Put your hands up!

Where's Dressler? [officer] Are you Ryan?

Where's Dressler? Are you Jack Ryan?

Where's Dressler? Where's Dressler, God damn it?

Tell me! [officer] Let him go.

Let him go. Where's Dressler?

Where is he? [man coughs]

Ryan, they said, you might need some help.

No. I gotta get to the Pentagon.

I think I can help you with that.

[tense music playing]

[speaking Russian]

Mr. President, the Russians are scrambling their fighters.

We're out of time.

[groans] Dave!

He has a heart condition.

Get a doctor. David. Mr. President.

Dave, where's your nitro? I said get a doctor in here!

Mr. President!

[man] Dave, where's your medication?

[President] Take him to my quarters.

Colonel! Bring him the launch codes.

[tense music playing]

[unclasps briefcase]

[Mary] Okay, Dressler's

an Austrian manufacturer, billionaire.

His father was executed at Nuremberg.

Five years ago, he bought himself a seat

in parliament, then he got booted out

for saying nice things about the Nazis.

Rudy, you gotta get me through to the President.

I can't do it, Jack. [Jack] Come on.

Get me through. They're in the Snapcount, Jack.

There's no way in. Bullshit!

[epic music playing]

[door unlocks]

[beeps]

I can do that for you, sir.

No, that's fine. I got it. It's fine.

I got some dirt on the card. Can I see that card, sir?

No, it's-- We're on a high alert.

I know, I understand. Sir, put the card down, please,

and take a step back. Back off! You understand?

I am ordering you! Hold on a second!

Hold the I.D. down! Back off!

Take a step back! Now!

I am ordering you to take a step back

immediately, sir!

[turnstile thuds] Put--

General, there's a Dr. Ryan from the C.I.A.

He wants to enter N.M.C.C. He's unescorted, sir.

[General] What's he want? [officer] You, sir.

Sir, my name is Jack Ryan.

I have an urgent message from Director Cabot

that I need to transmit over the hot line immediately.

What's your authorization? I don't have an authorization.

Well, then where's Cabot? Cabot's dead, sir.

I-- I just need to get this Information sent.

Please. Not without authorization.

You don't. Get him out of here. What? Wa-- wait a minute!

General, the President is basing his decisions

on some really bad information right now.

And if you shut me out,

your family and my family, and 25 million other families

will be dead in 30 minutes!

My orders are to get the right information

to the people who make the decisions.

I just need to send some information.

What makes you think the President

will even listen to you?

He doesn't have to.

[speaking Russian]

[orchestral music playing]

[beeping]

[tense music playing]

You have about a minute for the launch sequence

to process after you give the order.

Before the order can be taken, an I.D. check must be performed.

Mine is the, uh, my number is uh...

third one, uh, third number down from the top.

Your order, sir?

Strike. I'm sorry, sir?

I give the order to strike.

Under the two-man rule,

the order to strike must now be confirmed.

Bob, for the love of God. Just do it.

Sidney Owens, Secretary of State.

It's the fourth number down.

[beeps]

[beeps] The order to strike,

has now been confirmed by the two-man rule.

N.M.C.C., this is Lasseter. Strike order has been confirmed.

Start the sequence.

We've got activity on the hot line.

They've had their chance.

No, no, somebody's talking to the Kremlin.

[speaking Russian]

As you can imagine,

there has been much confusion here.

And fear.

But we know the weapon was not Russian.

"But we know the weapon was not Russian." Repeat.

We know the weapon was not Russian."

What the hell is going on?

[speaking in Russian]

[orchestral music playing]

[speaking Russian]

Who are we talking to?

Ryan, I met you in Moscow with Bill Cabot.

Died today in Baltimore.

Cut him off. We can't.

Launch sequence has begun.

Two months ago, a Neo-fascist, named Dressler bought an A-bomb

on the black market. Cut him off!

The system is set up, so you can't cut it off.

That's the whole idea.

Then get somebody down there to stop him!

He paid three disaffected Russians--

"...scientists to make the bomb active.

He shipped it to the U.S. where a man named Mason..."

...was hired to deliver the bomb to the target,

and set our countries on a collision course.

[speaking Russian]

[tense music playing]

What are you asking of me?

Back down. [man speaking in Russian]

What guarantee do I have

that President Fowler will follow suit?

None.

[speaking in Russian]

Sir, I know you.

I know, you had nothing to do with the Baltimore bomb,

and you sure as hell know you didn't.

But you're still about to launch a nuclear strike against us.

Yes, sir. This no longer has anything

to do with Baltimore. Now it's about--

It's all done, Dr. Ryan. Our fear of your missiles,

and your fear of our subs. Move away from the keyboard.

Fear of being weak, of making a mistake--

Sergeant, move away from the keyboard.

Fear of the other guy who built these bombs

in the first place!

It stopped.

[speaking Russian]

[orchestral music playing]

Thirty seconds to launch.

[computer beeps] Oh, my God. Mr. President?

[tense music playing]

We will maintain our defensive alert

for the moment,

But, our offensive forces are withdrawn.

[man] "...and if you match our move,

I propose a phased mutual stand-down

over the next five hours."

Stop the launch sequence.

Lasseter here. Flash override.

Stop the sequence! Stop the sequence!

Order the planes to stand down. Take us to Defcon-3.

And would somebody ask Mr. Ryan if I can use the phone now?

[ambient music playing]

You're still here.

[crowd applauding]

[man singing in Italian]

[car alarm blaring]

[crowd applauding]

[cameras click]

There is no more fitting memorial

for those who perished in this tragedy.

And the steps we have taken this week...

toward a multinational campaign,

to root out and eliminate weapons of mass destruction.

[crowd applauding]

We embark upon this course,

'cause we have finally learned, at far too great a cost,

that if the most powerful weapons ever created

are unleashed, they will be fired

not in anger, but in fear.

Dr. Ryan. [crowd applauding]

Mr. Grushkov.

It is a lovely day.

Yeah.

Oh, I'm sorry, this is-- Dr. Muller.

How do you do?

Nice to meet you.

[exhales] Why am I not surprised that you know her name?

Our friend William thought I was a spy.

Of course, he could never prove it.

He never told me you were friends.

Perhaps he didn't know you well enough.

Cabot did tell me he had a source in Russia.

To keep the back channels open. [crowd applauding]

In hopes of staving off disaster.

[President] President Kennedy said,

"Our most basic common link,

is that we all inhabit this small planet.

We all breathe the same air.

We all cherish our children's future.

And we are all mortal."

[crowd applauding] I will miss...

so very much talking to William.

[ambient music playing]

Me too.

Perhaps, from time to time, you and I can talk.

Yeah. I'd like that.

What is this?

A modest gift, for your engagement.

He-- he just asked me this morning.

We, uh, we haven't told anybody about--

How did you-- How could you possibly know?

[orchestral music playing]

["If We Could Remember" playing]

♪ Remember ♪

♪ Remember ♪

♪ If we could remember ♪

♪ The moment of our birth ♪

♪ We'd give our voice ♪

♪ To soft thin whispers ♪

♪ And know what life is worth ♪

♪ Remember ♪

♪ Remember ♪

♪ Suddenly there's beauty ♪

♪ In pieces of the past ♪

♪ And sorrow clings ♪

♪ To angry questions ♪

♪ The days of dust ♪

♪ At last ♪

♪ And mourning holds us ♪

♪ When worlds Come tumblin' down ♪

♪ A dance of ghosts Around your dreams ♪

♪ Spinning 'round ♪

♪ Spinning 'round ♪

♪ I remember ♪

♪ Remember, remember ♪

♪ Remember, remember ♪

♪ If we could remember ♪

♪ The power of the light ♪

♪ That cripple prayers ♪

♪ Are sometimes answered ♪

♪ And hope survives the night ♪

♪ And hope survives ♪

♪ The night ♪

♪ I remember ♪

♪ I remember ♪

♪ Remember, remember ♪

♪ Remember ♪

[orchestral music playing]