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You're about to be letting on the most highly classified data America holds.

We have a device that can allow us to send one human being back in time.

What happened?

What's wrong?

Everywhere there is rock and roll, except in Russia.

The air itself resists it.

I swear, if all goes well on this mission, we are going to dump this

to Moscow, and then get a flat high up on the hill with good reception.

Did you get soap in your eyes?

Seems to happen every time you leave.

Katarina, don't worry.

How can I not worry?

Usually you can tell me something, but this time it's so secret.

Stop now.

What kind of officer will Gregor be if he sees you cry before every mission,

huh?

Everything is going to be fine.

I promise.

Now show me your smile.

Come on. Show me those beautiful smiles. Come on.

Come on.

Rock and roll.

Good morning, Captain, sir.

Lieutenant.

How are those delicate ears this morning? They are ready for action, sir.

better be.

Today's test will try everyone's nerve.

Well, I must warn you.

After Katerina and I have seen the Rolling Stones in Moscow, I might be

for this kind of 2D forever.

Degenerate Western rock and roll trash.

Yes, sir.

Thanks for the tickets.

Don't let everyone know, Fyodor.

Deputy Commander, sir.

I will speak to the captain alone, Lieutenant.

Sir, the test of our new sonar system is of crucial importance.

I'm not comfortable with that boy as our operator.

Lieutenant Fyodorov is a fine seaman and a masterful technician. He's a young

captain and easily distracted.

As chief political officer, it is my responsibility to observe, Mr. Kirill.

Merely to observe.

Yes, sir.

I know what you think of me, Fyodorov.

You think you have no use for a political officer in the new Navy.

You're enamored with the West.

Primitive African rhythms, Western television, Baywatch.

These things should not be in the head of a man.

Upon home, the success of the mission and the lives of 78 other men depend

today.

Oh, God.

What the hell are you doing?

A language tape.

A language tape made by who, man? The chipmunks? I got it running fast. I got

finish learning Russian in like an hour.

Oh, why are you trying to learn Russian, Frank? What do you think, huh?

Frank, you're not going to impress her talking like a cartoon man. Come on,

let's go. We're missing the base anniversary party.

No, no, no. You go ahead. I got to get this down.

All right.

I'll see you later, pal.

With our new Aria sonar, we can filter out the extraneous noise and pinpoint

other vessels at far greater ranges.

Titan number 3 beam, 10%. Yes, sir.

Clear crystal, sir.

I'm picking up something.

Another vessel? Likely. These are American shipping waters.

Okay. Sir? I don't advise this, Deputy Commander. We need our sonar to track

ice. We're in very... Track the vessel. We're in enemy waters.

Enemy, sir?

Do what I tell you!

Yes, sir.

What's going on down there?

Sir, we're directing our astronauts to a passing vessel.

Instead of tracking ice obstructions that may be in our path?

We've made a possible enemy contact, Captain. I've ordered it to be tracked.

Kuryov, we're in the most hazardous part of the ice.

I've lost it. I've lost the ice formation.

Idiot.

30 meters.

20 meters.

Internal leak number two turbine being surrounded by palace dwarves, sir. You

could melt her. Reduces temperature.

Containment shields up. All engines stop.

All containment shields up. All engines stop. Aye.

We are sinking

at 300 meters and descending, sir.

At 350 we implode like a crash tank.

Captain! We have buttoned on the shelf.

I want damage reports from all departments in my quarters now.

Do we still have hull integrity?

For the moment, we do.

I think... What?

I think the ballast tanks are contaminated with plutonium.

If they are, this boat will never surface.

Not without causing massive death.

The ice princess warms when suckled on the mother's milk of her home.

Any more of that mother's milk and she's going to be on her back.

Oh, excuse me.

Here you go. Thank you.

Now,

would that be an open or a closed umbrella, Mr. Parker?

What? I said beautiful, right?

I meant to say beautiful.

Keep studying.

Russian is not conquered overnight.

Not so much in any way.

Huh? Nothing.

You, um, you want to dance?

Yes.

Oh.

Man, you do all that work and he reaps the benefits. Now, that's just wrong.

Shut up, Don.

All right, Red.

Attention,

all hands.

The radiation is contained internally, but plutonium has leaked into our rear

ballast tank.

It's almost certain that by surfacing, we will release it into the atmosphere.

would kill millions.

At best, we have four hours of oxygen left.

We cannot expect a rescue before that time.

As soon as battery power is restored, I will order the boat down to a depth

where no one can ever reach her.

There, the radiation will dissipate slowly and safely.

This is the most agonizing decision I've ever had to make.

There are far less honorable ways to die.

I will not allow you to betray your crew and your country, Captain. I must

protect the area technology at all costs. I've weighed all the options,

Commander. We are north of the Arctic Circle. You don't know the radiation

spread to inhabited areas. Commander, we've crossed into American waters.

If we surface now, the entire Alaskan and Siberian coastlines will be rendered

uninhabitable for two centuries.

What nonsense.

These men, they're ready to die for their country. But not because of your

conjectures, Captain.

You doubt their ability to raise this boat safely.

You can't listen to him.

Every bit of data tells us there is only one right thing to do.

Captain's faculties have obviously abandoned him under pressure. I'm taking

command of this boat.

This is treason.

On the contrary.

And I assure you that is not how the headquarters will see it.

If you listen to Corey, millions of innocent people will die.

Satellite won't be there long, so take a good look now, people.

Four days ago, a Russian spy submarine, the Condor, was crippled for reasons

unknown just north of the Bering Strait. When it surfaced, its damaged reactor

released massive amounts of plutonium into the atmosphere.

The result is what you see there.

The red area denotes extreme concentrations about three times ten to

Becquerel. In English?

Well, the phrase radioactive death cloud comes to mind.

In about 36 hours, it'll start spreading into Canada and Washington.

If the captain knew the reactor was leaking, why didn't he scuttle her so

radiation could dissipate slowly?

Maybe he didn't want to die.

Did anyone try a deep -sea rescue?

No ships in the area even reported an SOS.

Well, probably because they were nosing around in our waters. They knew we'd

raise help if we caught them.

What are the Russians saying?

Not much.

That it was a horrible accident?

You know, there's some buzz going around about a special test Condor was

conducting, a new sonar technology codenamed Aria.

What, they were willing to poison half the Northwest to protect it? Well, we

know what kind of value they place on human life. Oh.

Forensic company excluded.

Where is this up now?

It's on its way back to the Russian naval port at Severodvinsk.

It'll be decontaminated there, then the crew will be removed.

So we backstep and get the Russians to call off their mission.

Oh, look, you can't tell the Ruskies that their number one sub's gonna crash.

They'll never believe us. Well, you're right, Ned, but there's another problem.

The Condor had already been at sea for eight days when this disaster occurred.

What? You want to backstab me under the Arctic Ocean and onto an enemy sub?

Is that your idea?

I tried to convince Captain not to raise this up there, but you would not

listen. That's a lie.

Captain! Captain!

Captain, where is my husband? Where is Jonathan?

I'm sorry.

He did not survive. How did he die? What happened?

Please!

I guess you're growing the ultimate sea monkey.

Close, Mr. Parker.

This is Dr. Comstock.

Fetish there, I remember.

Excuse me?

Said I like your hair.

So, um, what exactly do you do here, Dr. Comstock?

It's called the FBS, Frank.

Fluid Breathing System.

It was developed to enable the human body to endure normally unbearable ocean

depth. The system equalizes pressure in the lungs with the water outside.

They're already doing field tests in the Navy SEALs, Frank.

Although it may be more difficult for someone claustrophobic like yourself.

Dr. Bukovic told me about your experience as a prisoner in that hotbox

Somalia.

Nothing like doctor -patient confidentiality.

I'm sorry, Mr. Parker. The information was relevant.

Relax and look up.

These will help you focus through the fluid.

I've been studying.

I'm hoping it'll help us further international relations. Now what's

happen is we're going to fill the suit with a super oxygenated fluorocarbon

emulsion.

I know it's completely counterintuitive, but just try to breathe normally

through your mouth.

First time's the toughest, buddy.

How long do we have?

Three days.

Not in three years.

No, let's go again.

Come on.

Last minute homework, huh? Just trying to find a friendly face down there, at

least one that speaks some English.

Is he a candidate?

Was.

Lieutenant Peter Fedorov, sonar operator.

He's dead, huh?

Left a wife and baby.

Official reports say that he died during the crash, but our intel says he came

off that boat with a bullet in his chest.

What the hell happened down there?

Listen to this.

Lieutenant Fedorov has repeatedly shown lack of respect for his superior

officers. and an inability to conduct himself in a responsible manner

appropriate to his position.

On several occasions, he has been seen in attendance at rock and roll concerts.

Ooh, rock and roll.

Including those by such subversive Western performers as Dave Matthews and

Day. Signed, Deputy Commander Anton Kiryov.

It's time.

So I've modified this beer to help equalize pressure on the water so you

you know, like crush it like a beer can under a truck tire.

The plutonium was released into contact surface. Do whatever it takes to keep

her down until we can get a rescue ship on site. Now, if they don't respond to

pretty please, you're going to have to destroy their surfacing capability.

Great. Sounds easy.

How's the Russian coming along?

Who made me leave without a goodbye kiss, huh?

Here. Use this keypad communicator to send us your coordinates as soon as you

arrive.

Now, are you sure you're all right with the fluid breathing?

Just call me Flipper.

Good luck, Mr. Parker.

Reactor at 60%.

Hopper's vital signs are running high. Heart rate's up. No kidding.

He's at 130 and accelerating.

Mr. Parker, we're sorting your fluid now.

Lending coordinates locked. Fluid's at 90%. Loss is going to go.

It's built.

Heart rate's over 143. Mr. Parker, you must breathe.

Still not breathing. Should we abort?

Mr. Parker, should we abort?

He's breathing.

System's at 100%. Don't be done yet, Mr. Parker.

Engage!

Problem, John?

Uh, we just picked up a signal from Conundrum. He's using some type of sonar

frequency.

Where's it coming from?

Well, it was coming from about a thousand feet below sea level.

See if you can get him back.

Captain's faculties have obviously abandoned him under pressure. I'm taking

command of this boat.

On the contrary.

And I assure you that is not how the headquarters will see it. If you listen

Corio, millions of innocent people will die.

Captain, I'm picking up something.

A crab.

30 meters. Where did it come from? I don't know. Suddenly it was right there.

Looks like a sphere of some kind.

Somebody's in decompression chamber.

We have company.

Here, tell me this product.

No atheists in a sunk sub, huh?

Who are you?

Parker. Frank B.

United States Navy.

Our sonar must be faulty. We didn't pick up any surface ships. That's because

there isn't one.

Then where's your rescue team?

You're looking at it.

You're alone? No boat?

Look, this is going to be hard for you to swallow, but I know your situation.

Your boat pulled a Titanic.

You got a radiation leak, but it's containable at this point.

If you surface, you're going to contaminate half of Alaska, not to

good chunk of Siberia.

But if we can get a rescue ship... An American rescue ship. I'm not fussy.

Sure, especially if you're here on a hijack mission to steal our area

technology.

Look, I'm your only ticket out of here, Kuryov.

How do you know my name? Long story.

My communication systems went down.

I need to send a signal to my team. Our radio's out.

They're working on it.

I cannot allow this. This is an American spy mission.

They want our area secret.

We will cooperate.

Like I said, I'm in charge here.

Anyone disobeying my orders will be executed at once.

Confine these two to the stateroom.

Listen here, Billy Idol.

To raid this boat, there's going to be a nuclear disaster.

Tell the staff!

Take care of Mr. Alexander here.

Prepare to service.

Could be anywhere on this line.

We've run a full system inspection.

I doubt that the communication problem is at our end. We've got a latitude that

places them somewhere north of the Arctic Circle, but no longitude.

That's a big help.

I sure hope we didn't stick them down there by mistake.

His signal mentioned FBS.

Fluid breathing system.

Well, we could never have trained him in under three months' time.

You're right, but this is Mr. Parker we're talking about.

Craig, you better get to our Coast Guard base in Kodiak, Alaska, ASAP.

Stand by for orders there.

Cozy.

So it's not the captain who wants to raise this boat.

No, he was willing to scuttle her rather than to risk the disaster that you talk

about. Siguryov believes it is more important to keep our military secrets

intact and out of the hands of the so -called enemy.

Sounds like a bonehead we got on our team, a guy named Ramsey.

I suppose every team has one.

How will Kuryov raise this boat with the engines down?

He would use the manual emergency blow valve.

See, they force compressed air into the ballast tanks and allow us to raise.

Yeah, with radiation.

And how do we disable them?

We could destroy the compressor.

But how do we get out of here?

Peter, sometimes you just gotta think like a rock star.

What is it?

Fire in the stateroom, sir.

Watch out for the American.

Act panic. No problem.

Nice punch.

Thank you, you too.

Sugar Ray Leonard fan.

Oscar de la Hoya. I have pilot ESPN.

Gotcha. Let's go.

No, we have to preserve oxygen.

The springs are coated in our beer.

Good point.

Fire is out, sir.

But Fyodorov and the American have escaped.

Where can they run?

Shoot us now.

You can't do this.

You'll evadiate innocent civilians.

It's a crime against humanity.

The rising sun.

God have mercy on you.

It's already been activated from the control room. We're interpreting.

Why don't we stop it? We have to release the pressure.

Okay.

What is wrong? Why aren't we rising?

Someone's destroyed the ballast tank pump.

There is no way.

The American.

Find him.

The ballast tanks are deeper in town.

We need to get our coordinates to my team.

Where's your radio?

He's that way. It waits.

Once Kurios realizes he cannot take her off by buoyancy, he's going to try to

activate the diesel engine and take her off that way.

This is a relay fuse. It's kind of like a giant spark plug.

And that's it? Plug can't rise?

Yes. Good man.

You okay?

The air is getting thinner.

Come on.

We got work to do.

on the diesel engine now.

It's impossible.

Someone stole the relay fuse.

Damn. The American spy. Find him now.

How much air does that FBS unit give, Parker?

Two hours, under optimum conditions.

Been nearly that since we received his signal.

Then somebody picked him up.

He's here somewhere. Hey, fellas, where's the gift shop?

Get him!

Conundrum to Never Neverland.

Conundrum to Never Neverland.

Conundrum, we read you. I'm putting you through.

Who's that?

It's not Parker. Roger, Conundrum. This is Never Never Land. We hear you.

Careful, sir. It could be a Soviet trick.

This is Russian submarine Condor. Our latitude is 71 degrees, 18 minutes

Our longitude is 156 degrees, 49 minutes west.

Repeating. 71 degrees, 18 minutes north.

156 degrees, 49 minutes west.

Well, that's in our waters.

Conundrum, we need authentication.

Um, Parker, Frank B., United States Navy.

Think like a rock star.

Conundrum, it's not enough.

What more do you need?

We need to know we can trust you. What did you do with our operative, you lousy

rusky?

Oh, is that the bonehead Ramsey?

Please hurry. We have approximately one hour of air left.

We catch shoulder of sending a radio message.

And he said, I'm still your superior officer.

This is our only chance.

So it's a mutiny.

Couldn't have expected as much from a bunch of yellow -reds. Yellow -reds. I

guess that makes them orange.

The question is, is Barber alive?

John, get these coordinates to Donovan's ship immediately.

Aye, aye, sir.

Where's the American?

Parker's base.

The Americans have a ship nearby.

They're going to be here soon.

Yeah, and if they get here in time, they'll kill us all for area.

What do you know about the problem with the diesel engine?

What problem?

I need that relay lieutenant to start it.

Don't tell him. That's an order.

Couldn't agree more, Captain.

Parker in.

Frank Parker, your little cohort tells me that you have the relay cues that

allow us to surface.

Time is short.

I will execute your allies if you do not bring me to the control room at once.

If you do, no one will be harmed, including yourself.

You're right.

You have one minute.

You said one minute.

You do die either way.

Freeze! Nobody move!

Drop your weapons!

Now! Drop them or I'll kill you! Hold your weapons! That's an order!

We've all been through a terrible ordeal, but with a ship in the vicinity,

there's a real chance we might survive, depending on what you do now.

Don't listen to him. There will be no rescue.

You must force Parker to give up the relay.

Oh, you mean this?

You can't surface now.

So we're going to do this my way.

Or we're all going to die.

Lock him in his quarters.

Yes, sir.

What's

he

so upset about?

Archangel,

this is Condor. Go ahead.

It's Frank Parker there.

Yeah, Donovan, I'm here.

Roger that, buddy. We're sending a DSRV down to you right now.

We're sleeping.

We're sleeping over the shelf.

Someone's flooding the rear compartment.

Secure him, the damn fool.

Couldn't take us up, so he's taking us down.

Careful, he might be out.

Go with him.

The fool thinks he's still protecting Arya.

Something's wrong.

The condor's thinking.

At 350 meters, she reaches crush depth. What depth's she at now?

Just about there.

Where are the bank controls?

On the blue pallet on the starboard wall.

Be careful with that. You're more liable to kill yourself with a ricochet than

him.

Sir, sir, stop.

Bye.

She's stabilized.

Let's get that rescue bell down.

Rock and roll animal, always screwing around.

Let's go rip up some pillows, huh?

The last crew member into the DSRV rescue bell will scuttle the Condor just

before he leaves.

That should be the last of them.

They all made it.

There she goes, down to her watery grave.

safely taking her radiation with us.

You ever wonder why Olga doesn't greet you like that?

All the time, Donovan. All the... Olga!

Hey!

Well, I didn't expect a welcome party.

Isn't every day an American kills a Russian political officer? I wanted to

handle things personally.

And, of course, I needed Olga to interpret.

Yes, I was anxious to debrief you on the effects of the FBS, Mr. Parker.

My time.

Well done, Frank. Thank you, sir.

It is right, you know.

What?

What he said.

You didn't understand what he said. Of course I did. It was something about

umbrellas, right?

Little umbrellas.

Face it, Mr. Parker, you have absolutely no ear for the Russian language.

Oh, yeah?

Well, they didn't have any problem understanding me on the soap. They were

humoring you. They probably talked down to you like you were a little child.