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Congratulations, lieutenant.

You just helped blow up
your first Army base.

Your security is a joke, general.

Your fence, for instance.

If you're not gonna post
adequate sentries,

get motion detectors,
surveillance cameras.

Speaking of sentries,
the ones you have,

I've seen more animation
in the wax museum.

They need to move, be alert.

I've taken out a supply depot,
armoury,

motor pool, barracks,
without casualties.

You lost three guards, three vehicles
and a barracks full of troops.

Where do you come from, Raglan?

I'm a former SEAL commander,
retired.

A snake eater. Well, that figures.

All my men are former SEALs,
Force Recon or Delta.

Snake eaters, one and all.
Except for Lieutenant Roberts here.

I'm a JAG lawyer, sir.

I'm assigned to observe and advise
Commander Raglan on his missions.

Are you ready
for my recommendations, general?

Yeah, write them up,

leave them on my desk
by the end of month.

With all due respect,
I don't think you're taking me seriously.

Mr. Raglan,

if the Pentagon has a problem
with the way that I run my command,

they can contact me directly.

Now, I do not welcome
attacks on my base,

simulated or otherwise.

And I do not need
some washed-up squid

playing cowboys and Indians
instructing me on security.

Is that clear?

It's very clear, sir.

By the way,
while you were ignoring my findings...

...my men abducted your wife.

Otis?

I can see why you're upset,
general.

I understand that, but--

He knew nothing about it.

Yes, of course
he would've stopped it.

I agree--

I will look into it, general.

You bet. Bye-bye.

They took his wife
out of the shower?

Actually, sir,
she was a pretty good sport about it.

I imagine the general
is somewhat annoyed, sir.

Oh, he wants Raglan
prosecuted for kidnapping

and hanged from
the Washington Monument.

Admiral, can I assume
that my temporary duties with Raglan

are now terminated?

No, you may not, lieutenant.

Legal observer's required
on all these security exercises.

And since
you're the junior JAG lawyer,

you get the honour.

Yes, sir.

Admiral, it's Admiral Morris, sir.

That will be all.

Lieutenant, a minute, please.

- Admiral?
- Hang in there, Bud. You'll make it.

Hell, I survived Raglan.
You look at it as war games.

Yes, sir. It's just that
sentries carry live ammunition.

And I don't know
if they know it's a game.

He'll be all right.

Raglan's reckless,
but he takes care of his men.

Who are you trying to convince?

If it'll make you feel better,
I'll give Raglan a call.

Oh, yes.
It would make me feel much better.

Harmon Rabb,
what brings you here?

Why, you...

How long has it been?

Been a few years, Jack.

Hey, Donna, get this man a drink.

I'll have what he's having.

Let's go over there.

Still driving an F-14?

Every chance I get.

Why don't you quit
that chicken-faced lawyer job

and come work for me?

All right?
We can have some real fun.

What, kidnapping generals' wives?

I'll tell you what.

If you persuade Osama bin Laden

to lay off noncombatants,
then I will too.

We've got enemies out there.

We get complacent,
they can and they will hurt us.

Unless people like General Flannik
start listening to people like me

and take security seriously.

Generals who are ticked off
and humiliated

rarely listen to recommendations,
Jack.

But generals who are afraid do.

When I showed Flannik his wife,
I saw fear, I got through.

You didn't come here
to discuss protocol. What's up?

Lieutenant Roberts.

My legal attach�.

He's a friend of mine.

I will watch over your lawyer friend
like he was my own.

Let's drink up.

Bloody cheers.

Look, I can't stay.

You looking for this?

I lifted it during our manly hug.

Now, I use your ID
to get me on a base.

You see what I'm talking about?
Security.

What ID, Jack?

I got this drink.

Thanks.

Good to see you, Harm.

If you're paying,
you probably need your wallet.

Fake left, move right.

We played football together,
remember, Jack?

- They've cut off your funds, Raglan.
- They say why, sir?

Budgetary constraints,
inefficient use of limited resources.

In other words,
I stepped on too many toes.

You don't just step on toes, Raglan.
You smash them with steel-toed boots.

The Pentagon hired you
to test security,

not embarrass the military.

Aside from that, how am I doing?

Excuse me, admiral. Are you saying
there won't be any more missions?

There will be one more.

Against my advice, Admiral Breston
is giving you one last shot.

If you succeed with no infliction

of gratuitous humiliation
on ranking officers,

we might, emphasise might,
let you continue.

What's the mission, sir?

Sink a submarine.

He's with a political
action committee.

- A lobbyist?
- Lobbyist, not leper.

- Divorced, with a 10-year-old little boy.
- No.

He's cute, though,
and he's intelligent.

He likes classical music
and walking in the rain.

I know.
But, Harriet, I'm not interested.

Let me give him your e-mail address.

It's a trash can. What difference
does it make where it sits?

Now, you see this?
"Classified material only."

Classified documents go in here
to be shredded.

It belongs in a secure area,
not out here in the open.

Yes, gunnery sergeant.

Somebody should lighten up a little bit,
don't you think, colonel?

Lieutenant.

Oh, colonel,
I'm leaving you my pending cases.

- Hi.
- Hi.

You may have to take care of them
while I'm gone.

I'll take care of it.
Any idea when you'll be back?

No, ma'am.

Where do I reach you
if I need to discuss these with you?

I'm sorry, ma'am,
but I know you have clearance...

Not a need-to-know. I understand.

He won't even tell me, ma'am.

It's nothing to be worried about, it's...

It's like a game. Right, colonel?

Fun, fun, fun.

Get them up
and make them step, XO.

All right. On your feet.

Next rest area,
five miles up the strip.

Let's hump it. Go, move, move.

Get your butt in gear, lieutenant.

Come on, come on. Hump it.

- Come on, lieutenant.
- Move, move, move, let's go!

- Yes?
- Admiral, did I wake you?

Raglan.

My team is primed
and ready to go, sir.

Nine of the best submariners
the Navy ever produced.

It's all right, dear. Go back to sleep.

Why are you calling me?
How did you get my number?

Are there any
last-minute instructions, sir?

No, you know what you need to do.

Yes, sir.

I know exactly what I need to do.

Go, go.

Don't move.
Stay where you are, squidy.

- Hey, what's going on?
- All right, move it, move it, move it.

You all right, lieutenant?

I think I pulled something
in my knee.

Well, we'll put a brace on it.

I found this
in the duty officer's stateroom.

Very well, XO. Fire her up.

- Fire what up?
- Start up the reactor.

Put steam in engine room.
Warm up main engines.

Start up reactor,
steam in engine room.

- Warm up main engine. Aye.
- Reactor?

Soon as Weaps are here,
cast off.

Aye, aye, sir.

- Cast off?
- Skipper, found these in the lockers.

- Good. Pass them out to the crew.
- Aye, aye, sir.

We're supposed to pretend
to blow this boat up and leave.

What are we doing?

What does it look like we're doing,
Mr. Roberts?

We're stealing the submarine.

Harriet, you remember
Lieutenant Singer?

Oh, sure. Hi.

- Good morning, ma'am.
- Lieutenant.

Singer is gonna be taking over
some of Bud's cases.

Normally, I'd do the prep myself,
but actually I've got a pretty full load.

- I'm happy to help you any way I can.
- Great.

To start with, I need citations
on pretrial confinement.

U.S. V. Shapiro is the most relevant.

The hearing officer ruled
that the accused be confined

due to witness testimony
that he threatened his leading chief.

Told you she was good.

I helped Bud--
Lieutenant Roberts do the research.

How's your husband doing?

He's okay.
Why, have you heard something?

- Just the usual scuttlebutt.
- Yeah, I'm sure he's fine.

Of course he is.

I'll just go get that citation.

Tiner.

- What's this?
- I put it there, gunny.

Mind if I ask why, ma'am?

It's because we've always kept it there
and it's convenient,

and I see no reason to move it now.

Well, to tell you the truth, lieutenant,
I ordered Tiner to keep it in his office.

It's become a matter of principle,
if you know what I mean, ma'am.

I know what you mean.

Leave it out here.

Yes, ma'am.

Don't chuck a fit, gunny.

It's only a trash can, mate.

Yes, sir.

Sir, Admiral Kly on Line 2.

Thom, A.J. How the hell are you?

Not so good, A.J.

We have a bit of a situation here.

It appears someone
has taken one of my submarines.

Captain, Bridge.

Go ahead, Bridge.

Another contact
from COMSUBLANT.

They want us to pretty please
bring back their boat.

No reply, maintain radio silence.
What's our position?

We've cleared Fishers Island
and are entering Block Island Sound.

Let's take her down.

I'm on my way.

- Tell me now where we're going?
- Well,

I know this great submarine chop shop
down in the Bahamas.

I'm ordering you
to turn this boat around.

- Ordering?
- Yes.

As a commissioned officer
of the United States Navy, I hereby--

Your job is to observe and advise.
That's all.

You stick to your job

or you're gonna wait out this exercise
locked up in the yeoman's shack.

Periscope depth, XO.

- Steer a course to Block Island.
- Aye, aye, sir.

Rig ship for dive.

Helm, steer course 110.

Come left, steer course 110. Aye.

- Submerge the ship.
- Submerge, aye.

Dive, dive.

At 0400 this morning,
a Los Angeles-class attack submarine

was stolen from
New London Harbor.

How do you steal a submarine, sir?

Well, if the reactor's in hot standby,
all you need is a key

to withdraw the control rods,
generate heat and create steam.

- Casualties among the watch crew?
- No.

They locked the crew
in a maintenance shed on the pier.

Apparently, the attackers' weapons
were loaded with blanks.

- Raglan.
- Prime suspect.

Well, he normally assembles a crew
per the mission.

He obviously put together
a team of former submariners.

Bud's with him.

- This is just an exercise, isn't it, sir?
- That's debatable.

Raglan was supposed to sneak on
and set dummy charges,

not steal the damn boat.

Look, in five minutes,

I'm boarding a helo
to Atlantic Fleet Command.

Rabb, you're with me.
You know Raglan and his tactics.

- Go get your stuff.
- Aye.

Mac, you're in charge here.
Any questions?

May I tell Harriet, sir?

Colonel, I'll leave that
up to your discretion.

I'm certain one of my JAG officers
is aboard that submarine.

A rather ineffectual JAG officer,
by the looks of it.

I take full responsibility

for the competency of my people,
admiral.

All right, A.J.

There'll be time enough
for casting stones when this is over.

If any of us are still around.

Commander, I understand
you've worked with Raglan.

Yes, sir.

I read this as some sort of temper
tantrum because I pulled the plug.

- What do you think?
- Well, I think it's more than that, sir.

I think he's out to prove
you've made a mistake.

- Prove how?
- I don't know.

But it'll be big and out in the open,
sir. As I'm sure you're aware,

public humiliation
is one of the tools of Raglan's trade.

He won't respond to our calls.

I suppose he's afraid
we'll get a fix on his position.

Sir, would you mind if I tried?

- See any signs of pursuit, lieutenant?
- No.

- Would you tell me if you did?
- No.

Jack, transmission coming in
from Lieutenant Commander Rabb.

- You wanna talk to him?
- Yes, I do.

Well, good.
Here's what you're gonna say.

I'm not reading this.

All right.

All right, I'll do it.

External speakers, XO.

- This is Lieutenant Roberts.
- Bud, it's Harm.

I'm here with Admiral Chegwidden
and Kly.

You wanna tell us what's going on?

"We are prepared
to attack a civilian target

unless the United States government
pays us $100 million.

We will die rather than surrender.
You have 12 hours to comply."

Roberts, is this some kind of joke?

I'm not sure, sir.

- I'm dead serious, gentlemen.
- Raglan?

Admiral Kly, enough is enough.
Bring the San Pedro back.

This extortion baloney
is not part of your detail.

It's not extortion, admiral.

It's severance pay.

- Get us out of here, XO, fast.
- Aye, aye, sir.

We have no choice
but to assume hostile intent.

I don't believe that Raglan
would attack a civilian target.

- You don't believe?
- No, sir.

Well, I'll tell you what I know.

Raglan's got Mark 48 torpedoes

and a new harpoon missile
we're testing.

They're nonnuclear, thank God,

but he can still blow up anything
within 60 miles.

Thom, one of my officers
is aboard that vessel.

I'm aware of that, A.J.

I don't wanna lose him
or a $600-million submarine.

Can you say with absolute certainty
Raglan won't carry out his threat?

No, sir, not with absolute certainty.

Then we have to interdict.

- Kly.
- We have his position.

- Put it up on the screen.
- Yes, sir.

They've triangulated on the radio
signal. We have his last position.

Get two S-3s to the area ASAP.

- What assets are nearby?
- The Ellyson, sir.

Get it down there.
All possible speed.

Aye, sir.

The frigate Ellyson
is on an exercise near Nantucket.

I'm sending it after the San Pedro.

Sir, I know
the skipper aboard the Ellyson.

Commander Wallace Burke.

He was a witness
in the Nelson court-martial.

Right, right.

Thom, may I suggest
Commander Rabb

join the search aboard the Ellyson?

Well, he's not doing any good
standing around here.

- Permission granted.
- Aye, aye, sir.

Commander Rabb.

Sir?

Catch that son of a bitch.

Yes, sir.

Ellyson, this is Preacher-8-7-Niner
requesting approach.

Preacher-8-7-Niner, this is Ellyson.
Cleared for straight-in approach.

- Do you have the package?
- That's an affirmative, Ellyson.

Raglan isn't a submariner, is he?

No, but he has submariners
with him.

Who?
I wanna know who I'm up against.

Well, I can't say exactly, sir.

So far, you're not much help,
commander.

Well, I'll try to do better.

- Anything?
- A possibility, skipper.

- There it is again, sir.
- Bearing?

Two-two-zero.
The signature looks right.

What are you thinking, skipper?

Let's find out.

Bridge, CIC, this is the captain.

Make your course 220.
Reduce speed to one-third.

Two-two-zero, one-third. Aye.

I want you to launch those helos,

dipping sonar
and a sonobuoy trap pattern.

Aye, aye, sir.

If it's Raglan, he's ours.

I wouldn't underestimate him.

I never underestimate
an opponent, Rabb.

You of all people should know that.

If they spot our scope on radar, Jack,
we're dead.

I hate being blind.

Well, we may be blind,
but we have the best ears in the world.

Wanna step away
from that radio, please?

This is a nuclear-powered boat,
Mr. Roberts.

You touch the wrong switch
and boom.

Con? Sonar. I have a contact.
Designate as a Sierra 1.

A surface warship,
Perry-class frigate,

closing at 22 knots,
bearing 040 degrees.

What will it be, skipper?

Run, fight or hide?

Or surrender.

Hide. For now.

There's a thermocline in 90 feet.

Helm, make your depth 150 feet.
Reduce your speed to 4 knots.

Depth 150, aye.

Speed 4 knots, aye.

Is he gone?

Oh, no, he's down there.

Captain, the temperature profile
from the XBT

indicates a thermocline at 90 feet.

It's a temperature difference
in the water.

It confuses the sonar.

Lower the array to 150.

Have the helos dip
at that depth as well.

Lower array
and dipping sonar 150 feet, aye.

If they so much as breathe too hard,
I wanna hear them.

I think I heard something, sir.

This waiting and listening
isn't your style of warfare,

is it, commander?

No, sir.

It isn't Raglan's either.
He doesn't like to sit and hide.

He's the sudden-attack,
rapid-retreat sort.

Good.

Let him show himself.

Meanwhile, we wait.

Captain, outer doors opening.
Launch transient.

Torpedo in the water.
Torpedo in the water.

General quarters, general quarters.

All hands, man your battle stations.

Hard right rudder.
All engines ahead full.

Right rudder, ahead full. Aye.

- Captain, decoys deployed.
- Very well.

- Sonar, bearing and time to impact.
- I'm trying to get a fix, sir.

He should have remained hidden
or snuck away. It's a stupid move.

He's not a submariner, commander.

He doesn't know
what he's supposed to do.

God save me from amateurs.

- Got a fix?
- No, sir, I...

- It's gone, captain.
- Gone?

It was never there, sir.
He fooled us. Fooled me.

Stand down for general quarters.

- A water slug?
- Yes, sir.

- I'm sorry, sir.
- Water slug?

He opened the torpedo tube doors,
fired a cylinder of water.

- A blank.
- Effectively.

It sounds like a real torpedo firing,

we take evasive action,
he scoots away.

Not bad for an amateur.

Con? Sonar. They're moving away.

- They'll be back.
- No doubt.

But we have a schedule to keep.
Let's go.

Helm, all ahead full.
Steer course 185.

Get a good trim at 170 feet.

Depth 170, aye.

Course, 185.

All ahead full, aye.

- They'll hear us cavitating.
- I don't care.

How you doing, lieutenant?

How's that knee?

As you can see,
I'm a bit shorthanded here.

I can't spare someone to guard you,

so you have three choices.

I can lock you up,
you can leave the boat

or you can promise to behave.

What will it be?

Okay, you've proven
that you can steal a submarine

and evade pursuit.
Can we please go home now?

Not till I get my hundred million.

They're not gonna
give you the money.

Then I'll keep the submarine.

I bet I can get a hundred million
for it on eBay.

Is this all a big joke to you?

As a matter of fact,
it's deadly serious.

You'd kill innocent people?

- I don't buy it.
- You don't?

What would it take to convince you?

A missile to Brooklyn
or Kennedy Airport?

How about a real torpedo
at the Ellyson?

Weaps, prepare Tube 4 to fire.
This time, for real.

Prepare Tube 4 to fire. Aye.

All right.

- I believe you.
- It's imperative that you do

because you may have to
convince them.

Working late, lieutenant?

What? Oh, no,
I'm just finishing up this thing here.

Paper-towel requisition?

Yeah, I can see
why you'd wanna rush that through.

I guess I'm just a little distracted,
that's all.

Understandable.

But is it fair to take it out on others?

What others, commander?

The gunny's only doing his job,
Harriet.

And he is right about the receptacle,
you know.

I'm heading out to dinner.
Come on, my treat.

Oh, no, thank you, I'm fine.

How about going to a bar
and getting drunk?

No, thanks.

- Then good night, lieutenant.
- Night, sir.

Ma'am, just made a fresh pot.
Would you like a cup?

Thank you, gunny,
that would be nice.

Gunny?

About the trash can,
it belongs in Tiner's office.

You were right.
I didn't mean to step on your authority.

I'll get that cup now.

Picked up a MAD signal
south of Block Island.

No good.
That's a sunken U-boat down there.

That's what the magnetic
anomaly detectors are picking up.

It would be a great place to hide,
captain. That's where I'd go.

Exactly why Raglan wouldn't go there.
Because you would.

What's your idea?

He'll circle Montauk, head west
down Long Island coastline.

I'd sail east towards Nantucket.

There are lots of capes
and inlets for cover.

Better targets west, sir.
New York, Norfolk, Atlantic City.

Captain, he just passed
through our sonar buoy trap.

He's making a run for the east.

Bridge, captain.

Steer course 090.
All engines ahead flank.

Zero-nine-zero.
All engines ahead flank, aye.

Lieutenant,
send your coordinates to the helos.

Tell them to arm their SUS bombs.

Aye, aye, sir.

You gonna try and sink them?

That water slug was a dirty trick.
This is payback.

You can't do that, commander.

Actually, I can.

The helos
are approaching the target.

Tell them to drop their bombs
soon as they're in position.

Aye, aye, sir.

Hawk 1, weapons armed.
You are clear to drop.

Roger, Ellyson.
Nominal sonar contact.

I'm making my run now.

"Bang, you're dead.

Game over. Return to base."

You might have told me
they were low-energy explosives.

The way I see it, I still owe you
for that cross-examination

you put me through
during the Nelson court-martial.

Well, if it's all right with you,
commander, I'll consider us even.

Raglan's done. He's gotta know it.

Even he's not dumb enough
to wanna continue.

You sound like you're disappointed.

We don't get too many chances
to chase down real enemies.

Guess we've chased them all away,
huh?

Captain, we have a response, sir.

Excuse me.

"You blew up a decoy,
you return to base."

The Ellyson went after a decoy
and Raglan's still on the loose, yes.

The SSN was designed for stealth,
Mr. Secretary.

Yes, sir, we're tracking him.

Yes, I will.

Goodbye, sir.

The White House asked about
evacuating coastal communities.

- How do you evacuate New York City?
- You don't.

Don't you remember
the Florida gridlock

during Hurricane Floyd?

- They wanna go public with this?
- Oh, not if they can help it.

Rabb thinks he's gonna head south
along the eastern seaboard. I agree.

That green line is the deadline,
60 miles from shore.

If Raglan crosses that line--

Look, Thom, you could play along.

Say you're gonna pay the $100 million
and end the exercise.

If it is an exercise.

Damn it, A. J.,
this farce has gone on long enough.

I want him stopped.

You want him destroyed?

No.

Have Rabb talk to him.

Tell him
it's not United States Navy policy

to pay ransom money to terrorists.

But tell him if he returns now,
if no one is injured,

we'll consider his actions
a misinterpretation of my orders.

Have Rabb tell him that.

Okay.

My daughter and grandchildren
live in New York City.

- We got him, captain.
- Stay with him, lieutenant.

You informed Raglan
there's no money?

Contact with the sub was made,
commander.

There was no response.

My guess is
they're maintaining radio silence.

This will be over soon.
One way or the other.

How you holding up?

A little stiff, lieutenant,

but I've got a few more watches
left in me.

It's just too bad you guys
aren't gonna get the money.

If Jack says we will, we will.

You heard
Commander Rabb's message.

Navy doesn't pay off terrorists.

Even if we don't get the money,
we're still making history.

This beats flipping burgers
eight hours a day, right, Jimmy?

Best I could do
after my dishonourable discharge, sir.

Come here.

Stay away from my men.

Why? Are you afraid
that they'll realise that you're insane?

Hell, they know I'm insane.
That's why they follow me.

Raglan, your programme is over
and so are you.

- I'll bet you one thing, lieutenant.
- What's that?

Nobody will ever be able
to steal a U.S. Submarine again.

Skipper, we're 80 miles
from New York Harbor.

Weaps, ready harpoon for launch.

Target coordinates, 40 degrees,
41 minutes north.

Seventy-four degrees,
three minutes west.

- Are you sure, skipper?
- Why? You got a problem with that?

Seventy-four degrees,
three minutes west. Aye.

That's a negative. No problem.

Good. I'll be in the captain's cabin.

Call me as soon as
we're in position to launch.

The Statue of Liberty?

An S-3 picked him up almost
within range of New York Harbor.

- This is not making any sense.
- What doesn't?

Well, what Raglan is doing.

He would never approach
a target openly like this.

If he's trying to convince me
that he's a suicidal terrorist,

he's succeeding.

And that's how I intend to treat him
if he crosses the 60-mile deadline.

Message to Admiral Kly.

Request permission
to destroy the San Pedro.

Aye, aye, sir.

- He scares you too, doesn't he?
- Go back to your seat.

If he orders you to launch a missile
at the statue, will you do it?

- It won't come to that.
- But will you do it?

Wanna be gagged?
Go back to your seat.

We have to stop him. You know that.

He's my CO.

- I can't go against my CO.
- You don't have to do anything.

- Let me talk on radio for one minute.
- No.

But if I can convince the Navy
that Raglan isn't bluffing,

they might change their mind.

They're not gonna change
their mind.

Well, maybe they'll negotiate.

Buy us some time.

You don't wanna blow up
the Statue of Liberty.

You got one minute.

- Take a break, Weaps. I'll take over.
- Aye, sir.

You too, Helm. I got it.

Thanks.
I could use a trip to the head.

Flash from CINCLANT, sir.

I've been authorised to take him out.

Sir, we have radio contact
with the San Pedro.

- It's Lieutenant Roberts.
- Put it on the speaker.

Lieutenant Roberts?
This is Commander Burke.

- What's your situation?
- Sir, I haven't much time.

Raglan's target is the Statue of Liberty.
You must evacuate.

Raglan isn't bluffing, sir.

- Can you pay the money?
- That's not an option, lieutenant.

Bud, Raglan can't do this alone.
Can you get to any of the crew?

I don't know, sir.

Some of them might come over,
but I can't tell.

Bud, we can't let Raglan get
within 60 miles of New York Harbor.

Then you must destroy
the submarine, sir.

Where are you making
this call from?

The control room, sir. Why?

- Is Raglan there?
- No, sir.

I haven't seen him in a couple hours.
I've gotta go.

- Did he make the call?
- Affirmative.

- Did they believe him?
- Hell, I believed him.

- All right.
- Your tanks are charged.

Tube 3 is ready.
You'll be at a hundred feet.

The trawler is in position to pick you up
one mile due north. Ready?

Let's do it.

A bomb scare
has forced the evacuation

of the Statue of Liberty
this morning.

Hundreds of tourists,
many of them schoolchildren,

were taken off Liberty Island
by police boats.

Authorities would not comment
on where the scare originated.

It's possible the situation
could be a prank.

It's the submarine, isn't it?
They're gonna sink it.

Harm's there. They'll find a way--

Please, ma'am, don't.

They're gonna sink it with Bud on it.

I need to go home
and see my son now.

- You'll call me if--
- I'll call you.

- Anything?
- There's no traffic except a tanker, sir.

That's where he's hiding.
It's an old submariner trick:

Use a surface ship
to cover their sound.

- Sonar, go active on 56.
- Going active. Aye, sir.

Got him. He's under that tanker.

Radio the tanker.
Tell him to stop all engines.

Aye, aye, sir.

You've gotta give me more time.

Lieutenant,
vector the helos to their location.

Arm the torpedoes.
Fire on my command.

Aye, sir.

Switch me up their frequency.

Switching.

San Pedro, this is the U.S.S. Ellyson.
San Pedro, this is the U.S.S. Ellyson.

- Please respond.
- Torpedoes ready to launch.

- Fire when ready.
- Captain, he's surfacing.

Helo, stand by. Hold your fire.

Radio transmission
from the submarine.

- Pipe it in.
- U.S.S. Ellyson, this is the San Pedro.

We have concluded our exercise.

Repeat.
We have concluded our exercise.

We request permission
to return to New London.

That's not Raglan's voice,
commander.

San Pedro, Ellyson.

Maintain position.
Prepare to receive boarding party.

San Pedro, put Raglan on the horn.

No can do, sir.
Mr. Raglan is otherwise occupied.

Bud, are you there?

Yes, sir.
And it is good to hear your voice.

Likewise. Where is Raglan?

I don't know, sir.
I haven't seen him for hours.

Raglan is no longer
on that submarine, commander.

When I showed Flannik his wife,
I saw fear, I got through.

I'm gonna need a helo ASAP.

Not nice to disturb a lady
in the shower, Jack.

Damn it, Harm.
You nearly gave me a heart attack.

Fake left, move right.
Let's have the weapon.

It's loaded with blanks.

Would you gentlemen
take this outside, please?

Absolutely, master sergeant.

That is Master Sergeant Jane Blakely
of the Marine detachment at Norfolk.

She was kind enough to stand in
for Mrs. Kly on this exercise.

Let's go, Jack.

So after you left the sub,
how'd you get to Virginia?

There was a fishing boat waiting
for me and then a private plane.

With all due respect, admiral,
if I was a real terrorist,

I could have blown up New York City
and taken your wife.

If you were a real terrorist,
you'd be dead, Raglan.

Instead, you'll be recalled to active duty
for a court-martial.

Sir, that would not be a wise move.

Why not?

Well, admiral, it's a legal minefield.

You were deceived and defeated

by a security exercise
you authorised, sir.

I told him to infiltrate a submarine.

I did not order him to steal it
and threaten New York City.

Sir, his mission was to simulate
a terrorist attack, which he did.

Thom.

Do you really want the public
to know

that you were about to blow up
a $600-million submarine?

Forget about ever working
for the government again.

That's okay, admiral.

If my action keeps real terrorists
from doing what I did,

then I've served my country, sir.

Just get the hell out of here.

Raglan played me, sir.

I let you down and I'm sorry.

Mr. Roberts,

Raglan used your bravery
and sense of duty.

You didn't let anyone down.

- Enter.
- Excuse me, sir.

- What happened to your leg?
- It's a long story. I'll tell you later.

Don't you ever do this again.

I won't.

What about me, don't I get a hug?
I helped.

Just as soon as I'm done
with my wife, sir.