Original subtitles

Pearl Harbor outer marker, 30 minutes.

- Hey, Case. - Hey, Tackman. How you doing?

What's happening? Hey, where's your whites?

- The Prez is coming. - He won't miss me.

And what is this, huh? You're in the Navy, man. You gotta look good, huh?

There we go. Cue Ball, what's up?

- Ryback, where's your whites? - Poor boy doesn't have a dress uniform.

No, I got the dress. I forgot the pumps.

Yeah, just tell him not to worry. Everything at our end is handled.

Oh, my God.

Uh, no, no, no. That's okay. We'll take care of it.

Well, it's gonna be a zoo.

- Chief Ryback, Captain. - Yeah. Send him in.

Chief, get in your dress uniform.

Sir, you know how I feel about ceremonies.

I thought, maybe this time, I...

If I had your ribbons, I'd wear 'em to bed.

Yes, sir.

Now get in your whites, and I'll see

if I can introduce you to the President.

I appreciate that, sir, but I got a lot to do.

I don't think that's a good idea, sir.

Well, for once, Commander Krill and I are in total agreement, sir.

By the way, I do have fifty gallons of bouillabaisse

that I need to prepare by tomorrow.

- My birthday? - Sir, I could do the cheeseburger routine.

No, no, it's not for me. It's the crew, they really love that stuff.

- So, we'll do that. - Mm-hmm.

Alright, just don't show your face until after the ceremony.

- Yes, sir. - Yeah. You're a sorry-looking sailor.

That I am, sir. Thank you, sir.

Sir, why do you tolerate that clown?

- I know you think he's a good cook. - Well, he's more than a good cook.

No, you have no idea.

- Now, let him be, XO. - Yes, sir.

Fifty years ago today, the infamous Japanese surprise attack

destroyed the Pacific fleet here in Pearl Harbor.

Today, in honor of those who lost their lives, the U.S.S. Missouri returns.

Built to avenge Pearl Harbor, she did.

Just days after we dropped the atomic bomb on Hiroshima,

the Japanese surrendered on the

Missouri's deck, ending World War III

The Missouri fired the first shots of the Gulf War.

Her powerful 16-inch guns destroyed Iraqi bunkers.

The Mighty Mo's Tomahawk missiles

rocketed deep into the heart of Baghdad.

The fastest and most powerful dreadnought ever to sail the seas...

- Here you go. - Ramirez? Where's your tattoo?

Man, where I got it, you don't want to see.

...last battle ship left in the world, BB-63 will be decommissioned.

But now President Bush is paying final tribute to the ship and her great history.

Did you ever hear the joke when Andre and Beaudreau went hunting on the bayou?

Where are the guns? Where are the guns, Druilhet?

That's about right!

And in the end, this unity of purpose...

These ceremonies not only remember war, they celebrate peace.

The President recently ordered the removal

of all nuclear Tomahawk cruise missiles from U.S. surface ships.

Tomorrow, the battleship embarks for San Francisco for her final voyage.

Her awesome weaponry will be removed and dismantled,

probably never to be fired again.

The decommissioned Missouri will then take her place in naval history.

We will gain the inevitable triumph, so help us God.

Look at the money they're spending on this photo opportunity.

Ready to get underway, sir.

Very well, Mr. Smart. Let's, uh, single up.

Aye, sir. Single up all lines!

Captain, you have clear water to port, sir.

Very well.

No, no, no, no, no, no. Krill ain't running this ship.

The old man has to okay all helicopter landings.

Johnson, how is the Captain gonna authorize

a surprise birthday party for himself?

We already stowed all the gear.

- What's on this helicopter? - This little sweetheart.

- Damn. She's in the...? - Yeah. She is in the cake.

That is Miss July '89, Jordan Tate.

- We'll be ready for her. - Good. Go ahead and keep that.

Lieutenant Ballard, we haven't got time to be talking about this right now.

No time to talk about the security of nuclear weapons?

Maybe I'm not making myself clear.

Any watches not absolutely crucial shall be secured during the party,

that includes the Marine roving patrol.

We're already operating on a skeleton crew.

This is a direct order.

Well, the log will show that I consider

this unsafe, and obeyed under protest.

Fine.

- You missed a spot! - Aye, sir.

- Hey, Cue Ball! - What's up?

- Cue Ball in the house! - What's up?

- Show me a move, Cue Ball. - Turn up the tunes, man.

- We got some boom, man. - Show us a move, Cue Ball!

- Show me a move. - (" Upbeat music)

Go, Cue Ball! Go, Cue Ball, go! Go, Cue Ball! Go, Cue Ball, go!

♪ I've got the power ♪

Well, that was cute.

- Petty Officer Ryback. - Ensign Taylor.

Sir.

You don't have to "sir" me, Ensign Taylor.

We're casual down here in the galley.

I'd watch it, Ryback. We still have a week together.

I guess that means I won't get to see you go through puberty.

What do you want?

I have orders from the XO on the Captain's birthday.

We're having dinner flown in from Hawaii.

This galley will be cleared by 1700,

and you and your crew are to assemble at

the mess deck prior to the helo's arrival.

- Negative. - Excuse me?

I'm the only one who cooks for the Captain on this ship.

You don't like that, you go talk to him, alright?

Ryback, I don't believe you get it, do you?

See, this is a surprise party,

and no one is gonna talk to the Captain about this.

You know something, Ensign Taylor?

Captain don't like surprises, and neither do I.

Well, then I guess we'll just see what we'll see... won't we?

There goes the little red-headed boss!

I guess we'll just see what we'll see, won't we?

Hey, Ryback, man, Krill's gonna skin you alive.

Why is it, now, that I'm starting to shake so bad,

and there's this deep, deep fear in me thinking about Mr. Krill,

and all the horrible things he could do to me?

- Commander Krill, Captain. - Send him in.

You wanted to see me, Captain?

Commander Krill, how did you expect to land

a helicopter without my authorization?

It was a mistake to think...

No, it was no mistake. It was a mistake to try.

And your actions are grossly insubordinate.

I want an explanation, and I want it now.

Admiral Bates wanted to thank you and the crew

for how smoothly things went with the President.

He's cooked up a surprise for your birthday.

He's flying in from Hawaii.

Well. Bates, I see.

Well, if the Admiral wants a party, I guess we're having a party.

Let's keep it simple: off-duty personnel can attend,

but watches are by the book.

Yes, sir.

Captain, since the Admiral wants to make this a surprise,

if you could stay in your cabin until we come get you...

- Oh, I'll be engrossed in a novel. - Very good, sir.

How's that bouillabaisse? Heads up. Heads up.

Okay, Ramirez, this needs some more...

Excuse me!

If I'm not mistaken, every one of you has orders

to report to the mess deck for the party.

You stand fast.

Everyone else, go! Now!

See you at the party, Casey.

You know, Ryback, this does look delicious.

This smells like a lard omelet.

I put up with a lot of your shit,

just because the Captain likes your cooking,

but this time, he's not going to be here to save your butt.

Is that right?

A little flavor.

You like that?

- You're fucking crazy. - That's striking an officer!

Come on, that's not striking an officer.

That's striking an officer!

Okay, alright. Okay, alright. Okay, okay!

- Lock him up! - Throw him in the brig!

Nobody goes to the brig without the old man's signature.

Good point. Secure him in the meat locker.

Now! Right now.

Let's go.

Now I know why you're a cook. You hit like a faggot.

Steel.

There!

Private Nash, you came on aboard in Hawaii?

- Yes, sir. - Then you don't know about Chief Ryback.

He is an extreme psychopath.

He hates officers. He hates America.

This is the Captain's birthday. I do not want him ruining it.

No one is to speak to him, no one is to let him out.

If he tries to escape, shoot him right here.

I'm counting on you.

Yes, sir.

Let's go.

Another cold day in hell.

Well, I think it speaks very well for the U.S. Navy

that we're allowed to entertain a ship's crew at sea, don't you?

It's so human. And I love that. Don't you?

I just hope I don't throw up.

Ha-ha! You'll be fine!

I love this. I love it!

♪ She's got the face of an angel♪

♪ Her ambition to be ♪ ♪ on the silver screen ♪

- ♪She fits all definition♪ - Goddamn!

♪ Just check her occupation♪

Hello. Let's step there.

- Welcome to the U.S.S. Missouri. - Thanks.

♪You got my love on the line, Cos she's a dream girl♪

Oops! You okay?

- ♪Now, baby, can't you see?♪ - It's okay.

Fantastic!

We're quite excited. Looking forward to a great time.

♪Such a cold child...♪

God, I love this business!

My future wife, Sammy Lee.

She's landed. The bunny's landed.

See ya.

Private!

Doesn't it strike you as strange that

Krill put me in here instead of the brig?

I ain't listening to you.

- Okay. - Guys, make a hole.

Okay, don't let these guys bother you. They've been at sea too long.

- Are you okay? - I still feel really queasy.

We're gonna go to the ward room where you can change. Okay?

- Make a hole there, will you? - Let's go.

Let the lady through there, will you? Come on. Hey.

Be careful with the cake now. It pops up in three sections.

Make sure the wires are covered. That's the way it goes.

- Are you lost? - Oh, no, no, no, sir.

- Where do you want us to be? - Is the band set up?

Band is set up. Ready to go. Music is my life.

- Over there. - Over here?

Starboard side. Right now.

You're gonna knock the Captain off his feet.

- You're beautiful. - Thank you.

For your motion sickness, take two of those and call me in the morning.

This is gonna save me. What happened to your face?

- Cut myself shaving. - Ouch.

The cake is gonna be ready in minutes.

We have a room ready for you to change and set up.

You'll be absolutely safe with my men.

I'm gonna go put on my party dress.

- Alright. - See you later.

- Get in line! - Hey.

Don't worry about a thing, baby.

You can play this gig with your eyes shut.

Private, let me outta here!

You follow Krill's orders, you're gonna go

10 the brig, man. Use your head!

Go get my pies out of the oven!

Oh, I must be nuts.

Very sick. Very sick.

Alright, we just wanna give you a great big, wonderful welcome here

to the great big beautiful Missouri Lounge.

Right here in the middle of the great big beautiful Pacific ocean.

I'm Bad Billy, now. This is our band.

And these are the fabulous Bail Jumpers!

I have orders not to talk to you. Do you understand? I have orders.

You could be held accountable, keeping me here like this.

You gotta think about that.

Private! He told you to lock me up.

He didn't say you can't talk to the Captain.

Go ask the Captain if he wants me in here.

You little E-1 prick.

Lieutenant, this is absolutely beautiful.

♪Sailin' round the seven seas♪

Keep her level.

Hey, how you doing? How about an hors-d'oeuvre? You're welcome.

Hey, how's it going, gentlemen? What have we here?

Hey, alright, there's the twinkies. Where's Miss July?

And there she is, Miss July 1989!

Oh, wait a minute. Wait a minute.

No, no, no! That's not Miss July.

Oh, my God. Look at him.

Commander Krill.

Welcome to the revolution!

This party will make naval history.

No wonder he wanted everyone here.

♪Wherever Mary went, That lamb just had to go♪

♪It followed her to school... ♪

Maybe Krill ain't such an asshole after all.

That's great, Mary. You better go get the old man, darlin'.

He's a-waitin' on you now.

Alright! Oh, Miss July!

Watch your step now. Let's go see the old man.

We're gonna surprise the Captain now.

- Have a good party. - This way. Watch your step.

Hey, where's the Chief?

We locked him in the meat locker until after the party.

Well, it's only like 40 degrees in there, man.

- He'll be fine. He's got a guard. - Yeah?

Krill's a maniac. Go tell the Captain he spit in my soup.

- Ryback, you got a fire in here. - Get my pies out of the oven.

Oh, jeez!

♪Love you to death!♪

♪ Yes, the ship will sing♪

♪ As long as you draw breath♪

♪ I love you to death♪

♪Love you to death, Love you to death...♪

Feels good walking around in these pantyhose.

It's okay, Sergeant, I'm here to escort the Captain to the party.

Aye, commander.

- Commander Krill, Captain. - Yes. Send him in.

Krill?

I'm your date tonight, Captain.

- ♪ I love you, baby♪ - ♪ Love you to death♪

-♪ I love ya♪ - ♪ Love you to death♪

Wait a minute! Wait a minute!

Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute!

Hang on here.

Who is the highest-ranking officer in this room now?

Who's the highest-ranking officer in this room?

Alright, sir. Stand up!

Stand up, sir. Be recognized.

Part the waves there!

Get out of the man's way.

Put a little light on him there, that's right.

Now, you, sir, you are the...

...highest-ranking officer in this room.

That's right. The Operations Officer. Third in command.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Commander Green.

Get down!

- What the hell's going on? - The party's just beginning.

Captain...

Good shot!

- Get down! - Down! Put your head down!

What are you looking at? Get your head down. Get away from me!

Get your head down there, young man. You gonna be good, now, boy?

Yes, sir.

- What is this? Some kind of a joke? - No joke.

Aargh! Aargh!

I hear gunfire. What's going on?

Take care of that.

It's done.

Come on, now!

Four minutes ahead of schedule. Damn, I'm good.

- Aargh! - Come on!

- My leg! - Come on! Move it!

Let's go.

Mother Goose. Mother Goose. The quails are in the nest.

It's just... it's just the music.

Private, you got shit for brains. That's gunfire.

Something's going on. Call the bridge.

I dunno know who you're talking to, cos

there's nobody here who's listening to you.

I ain't asking you to listen to me. Call the Captain. Listen to him.

Oh, Ryback.

- Let's go!! - Move! Move!

Let's go! Let's go!

Seal this!

Let's move it! Move your feet!

Let's go. Move it up! Move your feet. Let's go!

Move it! Move ! Move it Move your feet! Move!

Eyes on the man in front of you!!

Goddamn it, that's the last time I'm gonna tell you!

Come on. Eyes straight ahead!

Shit!

Let this be a learning experience, gentlemen.

If you resist, we will kill you and the man next to you.

Now, move out of here in an orderly fashion!

- Now! - Let's go! Come on!

Let's go!

Come on! Move, move, move!

Move! Move your feet. Move it. Move!

Get in there!

What the hell?

- Sailor! Put them up! - Turn around. Hands on your head.

Where is it? Where is it?

Oh, here it is. Here it is.

Listen to the shit I've had to put up with.

The past few weeks, Commander Krill has

become increasingly hostile to the crew,

possibly due to anger over my last reviews of his performance.

I recommend that he be given a psychological evaluation

before taking over his next assignment.

God!

Do I look like I need a psychological evaluation?

Not at all.

I got to change.

Yo, sailors, mind your head!

Up against the wall!

XO on the bridge!

Listen up. Everybody's hands on their head.

Move to the counter right now. Right now. Go! Go!

Your destination is the fo'c's'le. Cooperate, and you will not be harmed.

Change of watch, gentlemen! Get your ass over there!

Let's go! Let's move it!

You have done a good job to this point, but you are now relieved of duty.

Come on, dopey. You deaf? Get out of here! Come on!

Hey! Hey! Get your hand off that console!

Distress signals will cause us problems, you little motherfucker!

- All of you! Round up! - Tricky little bastard, aren't you?

Move out of herel!

- Sailor, put 'em up! - Eyes in front!

My God. A bunch of wussies.

Yeah.

The disk, Mr. Pitt.

- Guard it with your life. - Of course.

Bring up the layout, if you will, Mr. Pitt.

We've overridden all their systems.

Okay, we control Crypto, CIC, engine rooms, boiler rooms,

bridge, and all open decks.

And we've welded shut the crosshatches port and starboard.

A few loose sailors may be berthing,

or they're caught in nonessential areas, they can go nowhere.

Rest of the crew's sealed in the fo'c's'le.

Excellent, excellent.

Reactivate the weapons systems, if you will, Mr. Pitt.

Mr. Daumer, you may deploy the welding crews and chop up Broadway.

Commander Krill, you're hereby promoted to Captain. Congratulations.

The ship is yours.

The ship is mine.

Thank you, Billy. Alright!

- Can we get something to eat in here? - Yes, sir!

Get some food!

Commander Krill warned me that you were tricky.

Private, I'm not tricky, I'm just freezing.

Now something's going on here.

Call the bridge. Nobody's gonna yell at you.

You're just doing your job.

- Check right away. - Alright.

- Alright, I'll check in, but that's all. - You do that, and be careful.

'Tis a rare thing.

Good, good. It's going to work.

Got a call from Private Nash.

He says he's on guard duty in the kitchen.

- Pitt, pull it up. - Oh, shit, shit, shit!

That's an unsecured area. They have access to the whole ship!

Ryback.

Ryback?

Ryback, a cook. A pain-in-the-ass cook.

Give me that.

- Private Nash? - Yes, sir.

I'm glad you checked in.

I've been tied up with the Captain.

I want you to keep Ryback under control.

And do not open the door.

Tell him you're sending somebody to relieve him.

What?

Tell him you are sending somebody to relieve him.

Stand your station fast.

And I'm sending someone to relieve you.

Is everything alright, sir?

We heard something what sounded like gunshots.

Gunshots? Oh, that?

Uh, those are party poppers. Those are firecrackers.

It's part of the Captain's party.

You just stand firm until you're relieved.

- Yes, sir. - Over and out.

Anything else you haven't told us?

Any further memory lapses or oversights, perhaps?

No other memory lapses or oversights, perhaps.

There's two men, one of them's locked up.

- I'll take care of it. - No, no, no.

We'll handle it. Secure the galley.

- Send Cates, send Ziggs. - You got it.

This Marine's armed, Bill. I think we should send more. I'll go.

Don't worry about it. These guys are professionals.

They can handle twenty Marines... and 100 cooks.

You're wrong, Ryback.

You're wrong. Those were party poppers.

You got shit for brains, Private!

I know they brainwashed you at boot camp.

Sometimes you have to question authority.

Trust me, boy. That's gunfire.

Now you get me out of here, and I'll go take care of it.

I'm gonna be relieved in a couple minutes,

so just shut up and sit tight.

Something's going on. Use your head this time, boy.

Do what you gotta do. Get me out of here.

When I get out, I'll shoot you myself!

Commander Krill?

Is that you?

Get your hands on your head.

Get 'em on your head. Turn around.

Get down on your knees. Cross your ankles.

- Where's the cook? - In the reefer.

Which one?

Son of a bitch!

Cates? Hey, Cates?

- Hey, Pitt. - Yeah?

We've got an F-18.

Daumer, they're sending an F-18 to look for the chopper.

- Roger, Ace. Take it north. - Heading 3-1-5 now.

Speed 430, approximately 8,000.

2-0-7, 61 miles now.

Bearing 1-8-0. Heading 3-3-0.

Jigging to the right.

430, 5,000, now into descent.

Okay, let's take her down now. We're going down.

3-1, I have the Missouri. Looks like one helo on deck.

Zero airborne. I'm going in for a closer look.

3-1 to Missouri. Over. 3-1 to Missouri. Over.

Goodbye!

3-1 to Missouri. Are you tracking me?

Negative.

You've locked me up! You've locked me up! Mayday! Mayday!

Yeah!

- Welcome to the revolution. - Yeah!

- Better call the office. - Good idea.

Let's go! Whoo!

♪Well, I'll stand up next to a mountain♪

♪And I'll chop it down with the edge of my hand...♪

You're in deep kimchi, buddy.

Better have it all in one sack for this one.

Claims he was a company man who worked for you.

- His name, what's his name? - William Strannix.

Jesus Christ!

Not good. Not good.

Mr. Breaker, you better be absolutely candid with us here tonight.

We need some answers, and we need them now.

Hear this, gentlemen.

If any ships or aircraft approach within 100 miles, we will kill the crew,

and retaliate with everything in the ship's arsenal.

Bill, this is Tom. What's going on?

Hi, Tom. You know what's going on.

I have 32 Tomahawks under my thumb,

and the only thing you can do about it is alert the media.

- You don't have the launch codes. - Oh, let me take a wild guess.

... 5-6-6-0-4-9, uh... 9-7-8-07?

This is insane.

Be careful with that word, Tom. Please!

Mr. Strannix, this is Admiral Bates speaking.

Would you please tell us why the hell you're doing this?

Hi, Admiral.

Six months ago, your boy Tom Breaker cancelled Operation Cleopatra.

Then shortly thereafter, two young men from Langley

showed up in Miami, tried to cancel me along with it.

You received each man's right forefinger in the mail, didn't you, Tom?

- Tom? - Yes, I did.

Did you expect us to wait in Miami for you to come back and try again?

Look, Bill,... I know things are a little...

...are a little chaotic for you right now.

Chaotic? Wake up, Tom!

You know and I know that chaos and bedlam are consuming the entire world.

UV light waves are only the beginning, Tom. We have an inch of topsoil left.

Topsoil?

There's sexually transmitted diseases, deforestation,

irreversibly progressive depletion of the global gene pool.

It all adds up to oblivion, pal.

Governments will fall, anarchies will reign!

It's a brave new world.

Bill... what are you planning to do?

Do you realize, Tom, that whatever I do is inevitable?

Can we agree on that?

- Well, not necessarily. - Well, see? There you go, Tom.

See, you can't argue with me here, or negotiate,

or attempt any chicken-shit psychological ploy.

You have to reconsider your entire philosophy!

Alright, alright. I'm sorry, um...

Whatever you decide to do is inevitable.

Now, look at my life, Tom, the life you people tried to take.

There was Annapolis, there was Vietnam, there was War College, and so on.

You know, I miss the '60s,

and I truly believe that if I could've been there to make my contribution,

everything would've worked out fine!

Look, Bill, if this is about reliving the '60s, you can forget about it, buddy.

The movement is dead.

Yes, of course! Hence the name "Movement'.

It moves a certain distance, then it stops, you see?

A revolution gets its name by always coming back around in your face.

You tried to kill me, you son of a bitch.

So welcome to the revolution.

There's more to follow. I'll stay in touch.

He's flipped. He's completely flipped.

I want an inventory of everything on that ship now.

Aye-aye, sir.

General, here's what we know.

The threat is verifiable. It is real. I repeat, it is real.

Shit! You son of a bitch! You think they believe you?

I don't know, I think they believe I'm crazy,

probably paranoid. Something like that.

- I have a Harpoon already locked on. - Fire when ready.

- Pipe down, men! Pipe down! - What the hell's going on?

Missile away.

- Missile away. - Oh, boy.

Oh, boy. Oh, boy.

Bang. You're dead.

He's taken out the satellite relay on Observation Island.

- What doesn't he want us to see? - He's trying to blind us.

There's no logic to it. He knows that we can follow his movement from Pearl!

You can vector an AWACS, or we can send an E-2C from Nimitz.

- Well, make it happen. - Yes, sir.

Wake up the President.

Bring it in!

Keep it coming in. Bring it in.

Cut it fast. The man's turning angry. Time is money on this deal!

- This better be a competent crew. - Lester, get your ass up there! Come on!

Watch your heads, guys.

I'm glad I sent you the blueprints.

Tell me.

I've four sections this way, seven sections this way.

I'll have it cut and up within the hour.

Come on, bring up that torch!

Come on! Time is money on this job.

Time is money.

This is gonna cut 'em to the bone. Cut 'em right to the bone.

What's that noise?

That's my beloved crew.

Keep trying, guys. Keep pounding.

A sub, a ship, something's got to hear us.

Shut the music off.

What the hell is going on?

What happened to them?

Alright, who are you, and what are you doing here?

My name is Jordan Tate.

I'm Miss July '89.

I was hired to jump out of the cake,

but I got really airsick on the way over here,

and so, this guy gave me these pills,

and I don't know what happened, and I guess I fell asleep.

- What kind of babbling bullshit is this? - I am an actress, okay?

I did a "Hunter" episode and a "Wet 'n' Wild" video.

And my agents told me that I was just

gonna come and jump out of the cake.

How many people on that chopper?

I don't know, but it was full.

There was a band and there was a lot of caterers.

And where's the crew?

I don't know. I didn't see anything.

You didn't see anything, you didn't hear

anything and you don't remember anything?

Look, I've done a lot of stupid things in my life, okay,

but you have to believe me, I don't know anything!

Alright, I believe you.

So, who are you?

Are you, like, some Special Forces guy or something?

Nah, I'm just a cook.

- A cook? - Just a lowly, lowly cook.

Oh, my God, we're gonna die.

The ship contains 40,000 rounds of 20-mm CIWS.

There's over a thousand 16-inch projectiles.

We believe there's fifteen Harpoon cruise missiles still aboard.

And... 32 Tomahawks.

What kind of Tomahawks?

It's alright, it's okay.

Eight of them are specials, nuclear-tipped, 220 kilotons each.

Mr. Breaker, would you explain to me

how this nut could hold a top position in one of our intelligence agencies?

Would you answer that?

High-level covert operatives like Mr. Strannix are under great stress.

They're creative thinkers who, by their very nature...

See, Tom trains everyone in the CIA who's crazy.

All we want to know is how he got our battleship.

That's his specialty.

Just last year, we found out North Korea was refitting an old French sub

to fire anti-ship missiles, so we sent Mr. Strannix in.

You've been financing this goddamn maniac's private army,

and it didn't occur to you it might become a problem?

Once we realized we had lost positive control...

...under Executive Order 136, we tried to neutralize him.

We missed.

Excuse me, um, this North Korean sub...

...how do you know he sunk it?

We're positive he sunk it. Positive.

Roadrunner to Tweety Bird. Do you read me? Come in.

Tweety Bird to Roadrunner. We're in your neighborhood.

- How is it going, Roadrunner? - Sub's up.

It's all rock 'n' roll to me, man.

- Any sign of Wile E. Coyote? - No.

Meet at the birdcage as planned. Roadrunner out.

- You're the Roadrunner? - Yeah.

Never been caught. Meep-meep!

Bill, we got a problem.

- Cates and Ziggs are missing. - Missing?

I've been radioing them for the last five minutes.

There's no response.

- Last location? - The galley.

I told you, you shoulda sent more men!

I told you, you shoulda sent more men!

Please don't leave me here alone. Please, please.

Look, believe me, this is the safest place you could possibly be.

- Understand? - No!

Let me out of herel

Let me out of here! Let me out!

Do you understand what's gonna happen if anybody hears you?

They're gonna come and try to kill both of us.

Now be quiet.

- I hate being alone. - Do you hate being dead?

Check it out.

- Clear! - Clear!

Put those on.

Okay, you're coming with me, you gotta be invisible.

If you walk by a hatch and you see the enemy, you become the hatch.

I'm gonna give you this assault rifle. It's an MP5.

There's a selector switch on it.

One is fully automatic, one is semiautomatic.

The definition of semiautomatic is for when you depress the trigger,

one round will go off.

That's what I wanna give you. I want you to spend one round at a time.

Okay?

Turn on the lights.

Check the breaker box. It's happened before, it's no big deal.

The man who did this Is a professional.

Who is he and what's he doing running

around loose on my battleship, Mr. Krill?

Your battleship? You wouldn't be

on this battleship, if it wasn't for me.

He's a cook, plain and simple.

This is not the work of a cook.

He came on board with the Captain.

I know his routine front and back.

He's good with cooking knives.

These are not cooking knives!

He got lucky.

In my professional opinion,

he is a military reject in command of a galley!

Get down!

- What was that? - That was a bomb, jackass.

He used the microwave as a detonator. Come here.

You secure everything between here and the CIC.

You spot anything, radio at once for backup.

You don't creative, you call for help. You understand? Move.

Put these fires out!

I would like to see the ship's personnel file

on this plain and simple cook, Mr. Krill.

- Yes, sir. - Put out these goddamn fires!

SEAL Team 5 will launch from Nimitz aboard a CH-53 Echo,

with an Apache gunship in support.

At the objective area, the Apache will take out Missouri's radar

and her electronic warfare systems.

Then SEAL Team 5 will board and retake the vessel.

And the, uh, odds of success?

If we're dealing with a lunatic who's

only partially in control of the ship,

the odds are good.

On the other hand, if he's ready for us,

if he's prepared to repel boarders...

...the odds are not good.

The thing to bear in mind here

is the operators from SEAL Team 5 are the best there are.

This is our only hope of saving the crew and retaking the ship intact.

Now, let me make one thing absolutely clear.

If the SEAL Team fails,

we will have no alternative but to launch an air strike...

...and destroy the Missouri.

And you know what that means.

We'll get her back for you, Admiral.

Make it happen. Make it happen.

Twenty-two, twelve... Yeah, perfect.

It's 44 feet from the weather deck to the top of the missile canisters.

It'll take about half an hour to assemble that section of the crane.

Ryback's file wasn't in Personnel. It was in the Captain's private cabinet.

Ryback is an ex-SEAL

- The goddamn cook's a SEAL? - Shut up and listen.

Expert in martial arts, explosives, weapons, and tactics.

Silver Star, Navy Cross, Purple Heart with cluster.

And security clearance revoked after Panama.

That means he couldn't hold any rating except that of a yeoman or a cook.

How little did I know.

We just lost two more men in the engine room.

You were told to review the personnel file on every individual on this ship.

I know what I was told, but I didn't have

access to the Captain's files at that time!

I'll get this fucker myself!

Oh, no, calm down. You wanna get killed?

- Are you an idiot? - You're calling me an idiot?

- I'm calling you an idiot! - Calm down!

Get me three roving patrols, keep the man pinned below the weather deck.

- Move out! - Stay on schedule. To the bridge!

I am the girl. Why do I have to carry everything?

Listen, I support women's lib, don't you?

Yeah, when it works in my favor.

- Hear this, all personnel. - Move ahead.

Beware of booby traps in all situations.

Do not pursue hostile parties into areas

of the ship that we do not control.

Report to Daumer individually in five-minute intervals.

And switch the net to the alternate frequency now.

Goddamn SEAL.

Tell you what, I'll carry everything,

if you kill whoever we run into, alright?

I have a little rule about killing people.

Well, actually, I have two rules, see?

One, I don't date musicians.

And two, I do not kill people, okay?

I'm thrilled to death to hear that, yeah,

but it leaves a lot of open territory.

- Get up the ladder. Let's go. - God!

I think you've got the wrong partner here.

Now wait here.

Alright, sit down there.

I'll be back in just a minute.

What's that?

What is that?

This is a SEAL magnaphone.

It's, uh, an MX2020. It's a secure satellite up-link.

Like a car phone.

Yeah, something like that.

- Make sure we can... - Excuse me, Admiral. This is hot.

You know a Casey Ryback?

Chief Ryback? Yes, sir.

He's top hand in the Teams. Wish we had him on this mission.

Maybe we can. He just reached us

on a SEAL's magnaphone on the Missouri.

What?

Alright, listen to this. Everyone, listen up.

Affirmative. Roger that.

Can you estimate the size of the force we're dealing with here?

- I'd say about thirty, sir. - Affirmative.

We're waiting to patch you through to Captain Garza.

Standby.

How do we know he's not working for 'em?

Hey. I'll guarantee Chief Ryback.

- He's a good guy. - Wait a minute.

We're not gonna take the chance. Don't tell him anything about our response.

- Chief Ryback, Captain Garza. - Glad you're there, Captain.

What we want you to do at this point

is just continue to feed us on-site intel.

Nick, this man may be crazy, but he's a professional.

I mean, they're manufacturing some kind of

a railing system to offload the Tomahawks.

And believe it or not, the XO's in with them.

What?

Commander Krill's involved?

Admiral... that means they control the ship.

Holy God.

Chief Ryback, this is Admiral Bates speaking.

Sir.

I want you to coordinate your efforts with us. You understand that?

I want you to keep cool and wait for the strike team.

- Do you understand that? - Yes, sir.

I better get off, sir, before they pick up this signal.

- Get back to us in half an hour. - Roger that.

You're not a cook.

Yeah, well...

...i also cook. Get your stuff.

He had an extremely distinguished career until Panama,

when most of his SEAL Team was killed due to poor intelligence at the airport.

Ryback's a warrior. He's the best there is.

When he got back from Panama,

he punched out his officer in charge.

Captain Adams took him aboard Missouri

as his personal cook so he could finish out his 20.

Hold it, hold it now. Just hold it.

What if this toad Zwieback, or whatever the hell his name is,

what if he's right and the missiles are offloaded

before the SEAL Team gets there?

There is no way for Mr. Strannix to get past us.

We have AWAC surveillance

and the SOSUS system out of Honolulu

tracking every ship and sub at sea.

When they leave the Missouri, they're ours.

How do we know that Honolulu isn't his next target, huh?

Tell me that.

Hey, Blake, get him some help up there!

Duffy, just get your fat ass back up there now!

Take a look at this.

You know what all those little red lights are for?

- I've been trained. - Come on! Alright. Alright.

- You can fly that helicopter? - Yeah.

Then we can get out of here, right?

No. Here's the MP5K.

When that red dot is on the target, what you see is what you get.

- I told you, I don't like guns. - I know. Neither do 1.

Now get back under there.

These things are gonna sell like hot cakes.

Absolutely.

What are you gonna do when you get $200 million in the bank?

Buy the Presidency.

Hey, there's somebody moving on the flight deck!

He's on the flight deck! Go! Go!

- Where? - By the fuel tanks!

Clear out of here!

Come on out of there.

Where are you taking me?

- Where'd you get all this stuff? - I don't know anything!

Let go of me! Leave me alone!

Get your hands off of me!

Now! God, leave me alone.

- We gotta find him! Let's go! - Damn it!

Move!

There he is!

Okay, move!

Stand fast! Do not pursue that man!

Secure missile battery number three now!

Man that hatch! This guy's a pain in the ass.

We've gotta do something about him!

I know what to do.

I do.

This insanity is so logical.

There is a fire sprinkler system in the

compartment where they're being held.

Mr. Pitt?

The fo'c's'le. Hit a button, it starts to flood.

In a short time, they'll all drown.

Ryback will kill himself trying to save them.

Mr. Pitt.

You're a maniac, drown your own crew.

They never liked me anyway.

I'll bet they fucking love you now?

- You see this? These are cut everywhere. - What is that?

They're gonna use these as a railing system

to offload the missiles onto a ship or a sub

that they're gonna rendezvous with.

What's that?

That's Morse code.

What are they saying?

They're saying, "Get me the fuck out of here."

- What's that? - Get the hell away from the hatch!

Now what?

Ryback?

Johnson, you get over here and you guard that door.

- Anybody comes through, you shoot 'em. - Hey, Case, are you okay?

- Yeah. Are you okay? - Yeah.

- Is this all of you? - It's what you see. Six of us got trapped.

- What the hell is going on? - We got a problem, that's what's going on.

- Who's this? - Calaway, Gunner's Mate 2nd Class, 44-46.

Everybody, this is Jordan, she's a casualty of the situation I'm about to brief you on.

Nice to see you. You, too, Case.

Granger, you take this.

Flicker, get your tools, we got work to do.

Right.

Look alive, gentlemen.

We're gonna jump into a shitstorm here.

Whoal!

Must've been a power surge.

Yeah.

That's the last one, Case.

This ought to disable their weapons systems within a half an hour.

Mr. Ryback, may I have your attention, please?

This is Captain Krill speaking.

I would like for you to look at the ship's monitors

where you are at this point in time.

Are you watching? I've prepared a special show for you.

Here it goes.

I want you to know... there are no hard feelings.

I have no grudge against you or the rest of the crew.

You did your best.

Discipline is right out the window here.

- Granger, turn it off. - We gotta save them.

You know they're gonna have a trap for us.

Yeah, but they're expecting me, not all of us.

All of what? I do laundry.

I was ironing during the Gulf War.

I ain't cut out for this hero bullshit!

You're in the Navy, remember? It's not a job, it's an adventure.

Hey, to hell with that, man. I'm on a college program.

- I'm with you, Case. - Let's do it. We're out of here.

Alright, I'll stay and watch Miss July.

Flicker, can you get the lights out in Broadway for me?

- I'm going. - No problem.

But the emergency lights will kick on in a couple of seconds.

- Bring the tanks. - Fine, what the hell.

Show me how to work this, will you?

Go!

Take cover! Take cover! Come on, guys!

Flicker, get down!

Alright, turn it, turn it!

Turn the water off!

Those are our guys! They're gonna get us out of here!

They're gonna get us out!

Aargh!

Pull him out of there! Pull him out of there!

Help him, Jack! Help him!

Come on, buddy! Breathe!

Come on. Listen to him.

Just hang in there, man! Shit!

We'll be offloading within the hour.

Listen, he's freed a few men.

Those guys went into the fo'c's'le', but we got them pinned down.

Kill 'em if you can't keep them contained. Looks like your plan worked.

- We got 'em trapped below. - Drop the anchor!

This is where it's gonna happen.

- Pull back! - Move back!

- Hello? - Who in the hell is this?

- Who in the hell is this? - This is Admiral Bates speaking.

I'm trying to get a hold of Chief Ryback. Is he about?

He's in a gunfight right now. I'm gonna have to take a message.

What the hell's going on there?

Hold on. Here.

Yes, sir?

Chief Ryback, this is Admiral Bates.

I see that you completely disobeyed my orders. Correct?

Sorry, sir. You can court-martial me if I live, sir.

I see. I want you to listen to me very carefully.

The SEAL Team 5 is en route. You understand that?

Yes, sir.

Nimitz Air Group is our backup, you understand that?

Yes, sir.

Now, since your ass is on the line, sailor,

I authorize you right now to do whatever you can

to aid in the arrival of the SEAL Team,

because if I goddamn can't control you...

...I might as well support you, correct?

- That's affirmative, sir.' - You..

You have some good luck there, sailor. I'm out.

They got a lot of trouble on that ship.

Here I go.

- Bulishit. I'm not staying here. - Where're you going?

Tackman, what did you say to her?

- Case, she's coming behind you! - What are you doing?

The safest place on this ship is right behind you!

Hug the wall! Get out of the middle!

Miss July, come back here!

Carlos! Let's go!

- No way! Kill him! - Kill him, Carlos.

Casey!

Tag Leader, Tag Leader, this is Cobra Escort.

We have you in our sights. You should see

us on your port side right about now. Over.

Francois, put the money in the bank in Zurich

by midnight, or nothing's gonna happen.

Fuck you, Strannix!

Call Chicago. Sell everything we got in MacGregor Aircraft.

That stock's gonna go to shit

when they find out what's going on here.

Two choppers think they can sneak in under our radar.

Strike team.

Course, we drive a hard bargain, Francois.

You're gonna get a hard value.

Listen, mon ami, you give me any more trouble,

I'm calling Mohammed, you understand?

- Strike team is in range and locked on. - Kill 'em.

- You trying to scare me? - No, no, Francois, not you.

Listen, I'll put my accountant on the line,

he'll give you the account numbers, okay?

Here, talk to that frog.

Strannix? Something's wrong.

We've got a big problem here.

- Switch to auxiliary! - Done.

Shit! I lost the Phalanx.

The whole thing's dead. We're sitting ducks.

Get me secure to the sub right now.

Hello? Who is this? I can't hear you.

Sub's up.

Coyote, this is Roadrunner. Come in.

Here come the good guys.

Flight 210.

- One minute! - One minute!

The fantail's fouled up! We're going in on the bow!

What the hell was that?

We're locked on! Get us out of here!

It's confirmed, sir. We've lost them all.

We have no choice now, but...

...full air assault from the Nimitz.

Mr. Trenton... would you, please?

We need more hands on deck to help tie this sub up.

- Start offloading. - The crane isn't finished.

- We got another problem below decks. - Daumer!

Wave, pull four men off the welding crew

to help tie up the sub right now.

- Go! - Yes, sir.

My goodness.

Daumer, Daumer, Daumer, why didn't you hire this person?

I don't know what his price would've been,

but it would've been worth it.

Chris, bring it up. Okay, okay, ease it over.

Ease it over now. Over here.

Come on, come on. That's it, that's it.

Number seven. Number seven. Get number seven now.

Easy!

Number six, next one!!I Get it ready. Now!

Let her down. Easy, easy!

- Alright. Tie it down. - There's someone in the water!

Stop! Look, behind you! I saw someone in the water!

Get him! Port side!

Hook him! There he is! Hook him!

Hook that son of a bitch!

Check the hull! He might've set a bomb!

Where is he? Did you see him?

Who saw him? Come on!

- Fire! - All men, full alert!

You're incredible, Ryback.

It's a shame you're not cooking for us.

Next thing I know... you'll be dating musicians.

- What the hell you doing down there? - Mamma mia, stronzo!

- Where's Daumer? - Probably dead.

- The bow plane is jammed. - We can't submerge.

I'll handle it. It will be operational underway.

You fix that bow plane, I'll make you an Admiral.

Consider it done. Where are you going?

Make Honolulu glow in the dark.

Outstanding.

I'll meet you 15 miles due south in the Captain's motor launch.

Rally your men. Here in zero one.

I need one acetylene torch, one arc welder, and one crowbar right now!

- What did he say? - He says he can't fix it.

I'll fix it! Go! Now!

Why can't you speak English?

Fuck you!

Hang in there, Casey.

Okay.

Talk to me.

There's nothing to say.

Whatever they did... they're smarter than I am.

Everything's dead.

- It's hopeless. - Nothing is hopeless. Take heart.

Just give me a little more time, I'll figure it out.

I like your attitude. Excellent.

It's clear! Hey, Case!

What the hell?

Domiani, I'll put it to you in plain English.

It is so simple.

Hammer that rod back into place, weld it over the bow plane.

Without it, we can't survive. Make him understand now. Go!

Luigi!

- Where's Johnson? - He's gone.

We can't let 'em get away with this shit.

What about those 5-inch guns?

No good, we offloaded all the armor-piercing rounds in Hawaii.

We got Starbursts. Nothing that will penetrate.

Calaway!

- Gunner's mate. - Yeah, chief.

You see those? We still got shells for those.

I did it. It's charging.

In a few minutes, we'll have enough power to fire.

Well done.

- Keep it coming! - Let's go!

Alright, get on those last three bags!

Attaboy! Another one!

- Watch my hand signals! - Stand clear! Get it packed in.

- That's it! - Alright, easy, guys, easy.

Just glide it through.

What's the course and speed of the submarine?

Course, 1-7-2. Speed, 6 knots.

Alright, Granger, Tackman, get down the 5-inch guns now!

What do you want me to do?

You see those black switches?

I'm gonna tell you to click them on one by one.

But if we blow up the sub won't the nukes go?

Doesn't work like that.

They're not gonna detonate, just sink with the sub.

- Alright, now, lower the cradle. - Cradle lowered.

- Alright, now ram the projectile. - Easy.

When you ram that powder, you ram it easy.

Real easy.

- Five-inch Starbursts are ready. - Fire the Starbursts.

Alright. You secure this room.

Get back to work, jack-off!

- They're firing at us! - They're just desperate.

Those are just 5-inch Starbursts.

They don't have any shells that can hurt us.

Two-zero-four degrees, Calaway.

Elevate the barrel, 0-2-8 degrees.

- Alright, fire in the hole!

Aargh!

We're out of time!

They're reloading right now! They're reloading right now!

Granger, Tackman, reload!

Lowering the cradle.

Score it! Score it!

Goddamn it!

Alright, close the breach.

Alright, lower it! The bow plane! Lower the bow plane!

Ah, it's working. It's working. Come on, let's go. Let's go!

- Two-four-one degrees. - 2-4-1 degrees, back.

- Dive! Dive! - Secure the hatch! Secure the hatch!

It's working!

- Alright, 2-0-4 degrees. - 2-0-4 degrees.

This is it.

Ryback is gone.

Let me look.

Fire in the hole!

- Direct hit! - We hit it!

- Yeah! - Good job, Ryback.

Strannix, what the hell's going on?

Oh, shit. Daffy Duck. Ah, Porky Pig.

Little red fucker with the moustache, the one with the big chicken.

Strannix!

All of my life... Saturday morning cartoons.

The best.

Oh... shit.

For example, do you remember those two little shrimp,

coming in, riding in on those two little sea horses

with little hats, little chaps, little pistols?

Bam! Bam! Bam! Shooting back over their shoulders.

Rescue that lobster from the... Swedish cook.

Funniest thing I ever saw in my life!

Splendid work, by the way.

- Strannix... - Splendid work!

My, my, my, how hell doth quicken the spirit.

- Tomahawks! - They're up and ready.

- Where? - Fire control.

Of course, the fire control.

Yes. Chips and dips on the weather deck!

Don't be late. Motor launch is waiting. All hands!

Clear out of here!

Let's go.

- Strannix. Four minutes. - Four minutes...

Strannix, meet us at the motor launch.

- Get out of here. Let's go. - Four little minutes.

Home run.

Yeah. Ha-ha!

We did it.

This little piggy went to market.

This little piggy stayed home.

And this little piggy...

Ooh, mama, ooh, mama.

All the way home!

Happy trails.

Ramirez, in the Captain's launch there's

the MX2020, the SEAL magnaphone.

You get that and bring it to me and take her with you.

- The what? - The car phone.

- Admiral. - Yes, sir.

The Nimitz is tracking two Tomahawks

just launched from the Missouri.

- Where are they headed? - Honolulu.

Oh, God.

- What's the flight time? - Twenty-four minutes, sir.

Tell me we can destroy them in the air!

The only destruct codes are on a disk aboard the Missouri.

Scramble Navy and Air Force fighters from Pearl. Now!

But what are the consequences

of those missiles dropping on Honolulu?

Colonel Sarnac?

Approximately one million people

will reach 10,000 degrees Fahrenheit

in less than a second.

Mr. Secretary...

Hey, bubba, we'll just blame it on the cook.

Absolutely.

Tally-2, take it north.

Roger that. We're heading north.

I'll take that weapon.

Quietly.

Now.

You look familiar.

I know you, don't I?

I think you do.

- Been a long time. - Yes, sir, it has.

Turn around.

We'll have a little tour. Step forward.

Here we have our Tomahawks...

speeding their way to the sunny Aloha State.

Turn around.

As you can see... there will be no return.

And I got the key. The lock is broken.

Step forward. Have a seat over there.

You're gonna watch the end of the world on television, my man.

Put your feet up. Relax.

You know, you're good.

You are really good.

Gonna be a shame to kill you.

Behold, my finest work.

Do me a favor, tell me something.

You really think blowing up a bunch of

innocent people is gonna change anything?

What made you flip like this?

I got tired of coming up

with last-minute desperate solutions

to impossible problems

created by other fucking people.

All of your ridiculous, pitiful antics

aren't gonna change a thing.

You and I... we're puppets in the same sick play.

We serve the same master.

And he's a lunatic, and he's ungrateful.

There's nothing we can do about it.

You and I, we're the same.

Oh, no. No, no, no, no. There's a difference, my man.

You have faith. I don't.

Keep the faith, Strannix.

Locked on my nose, 15 miles on the deck.

Five miles now, on target. Weapons status?

- Clear to engage. - Roger.

- Excuse me, Admiral. - Yes?

Intercepted one of the missiles, gentlemen.

What about the other one?

The other one slipped through.

Chief, we've only got time or one shot at this,

so we're gonna do it by the numbers.

Ryback, load the disk.

Now punch 4-7. You're now on K-U.

The code is 6-4-3-5-0-0.

That's 6-4-3-5-0-0.

- Is my read-back correct? - That's affirmative.

Stand by, sir.

Roger. Roger that.

Got it, damn it. Nimitz is no longer tracking.

Great! Good man!

Good man, Ryback!

Sir, call off your bombers, sir. Call off your bombers.

We're calling off the aircraft. We're calling off the aircraft.

Thanks, Ryback. Great job! Great job!

Wanna go swimming? I got a zodiac here and some C-rays.

- You know, a little umbrella. - We did it, Case.

I'll go with you.

She's alright! She's alright!

Good, all of you guys. Great! Good job.

Good job, good job. Trenton, good job. Good work!

Hold on in there! We'll get you out in a minute!

Hey, what did I miss, Chief, huh?

Hey, Chief.

Looks like you're gonna need three or four stitches,

so I wanna see you down in the infirmary.

Yeah, I'm afraid of needles, you know?

- Hey, what's for breakfast, Case? - Subs, Tackman, subs!

Hey, Case, show me a move.

- Here's one move. - Alright!

Present arms!