All language subtitles for krik Delfina

First Creative Amalgamate

The film crew thanks the
sailors of the Black

Sea Fleets for help
filming the movie.

Cry of the Dolphin

Script by Nikolay Cherkashin

Producer Aleksey Saltykov

Cinematographer Aleksandr Ryabov

Production Designer Stalen Volkov

Composer Georgiy Garanyan
Sound Vladimir Sharun

Director S. Tarasov
Cameraman I. Yumashev

Editor S. Guralskaya
Makeup Z. Yegorova Costumes Ye. Galkina

Head Consultant Admiral N.I. Smirnov

Consultants V. Losikov, N. Maryashin,
V. Kozyrev, Ye. Shishkova

Script editor N. Glagoleva
Sound track editor A. Lapisov

This film uses excerpts
from classical music

Executive Producer Tamara Kharitonova

Starring:

Ivars Kalnin� as Rayflint

Donatas Banionis as Bar-Mattai
Armen Jigarkhanyan as The Steward

Yuriy Vasilyev as O'Gregory
Paul Butkevich as Roop

Cast:

Nika - T. Parkina,
Flaggi - K. Mitaishvili, Magda - N. Butyrtseva

Navy Secretary - R. Yankovskiy
Doctor - V. Bekeris Barney - V. Shubarin

Appel - R. Antsans
Sam - V. Episkoposyan Jack - A. Podoshyan

with:
F. Anemed, O. Volmer, I. Vorobyev, A. Yelizaryev,

Yu. Mikheenkov, K. Oya,
G. Saltykova, V. Tomkus, V. Yatautis, and others

You know,

For the first time it's so
hard to send you to sea.

Though today for the first time my
ship will have a ceremonious sendoff.

Of course.

The whole nation will see you on TV.

But understand me, Ray -

I can't be there any more.

Nine years I'm seeing you off to sea!

You leave, and I stay here, alone,

to wander around an empty house.

Have you been thinking this way for long?

No.

I don't know.

Here is exactly how much you need.

I changed what's inside.

Now it's tuned to the Archelon's frequency.

Leave it always turned on.

When we are returning,
I'll play this recording.

Listen:

Time to announce 2-hour
warning to cast off!

Just never adjust the frequency,
and never turn it off.

I'll be waiting for you the whole time.

End farewells, crew below!

Don't worry. Everything will
be all right, I promise.

At least it will be fun for me!

What moved you to join this voyage?

The Navy Department approached
the Psychology Association

and its proposal astonished me

and it interested me, too.

Specifically, I'm interested
in interpersonal relationships

in a closed environment.

Ergonomics, how man chafes
against the machine,

You're going to study our consciousness.

I don't study consciousness,
but rather human behavior.

I read your book on psychological systems.

Nonsense, I know warriors don't read books.

Your ideas on man and
society are controversial.

Maybe.

I think they contain a threat to society.

You suffer from too narrow
a professional specialty.

Maybe you don't understand the humanities.

I hate them.

The first four silos are not to
be opened even in event of war

and this is your personal cipher code.

Installation of biomaterials
on this submarine

is classified top secret and is revealed
on this ship only to you, Dr. Kokoleinen.

All hands to general quarters!

That's for later.

I wish to report to you that four missiles

aboard Archelon have a special purpose.

Even if they are shot down,

the payload will be delivered
and hit the target.

How to avoid...

I know that. I know. I think
we need to decide to expand

the program for modernization
of strategic forces

in the Adriatic.

Of course.

We should continue, full speed ahead,

with creating qualitatively
new systems, nuclear...

as well as more powerful
destructive weapons.

I envy you, Commodore. You may
have a chance take my place,

but I'll never have the chance
to command your vessel.

Permit me, Commodore, to remind you,

that over half of our
offensive strategic potential

is found in the ocean.

And on your submarine raider we place

especial hopes.

Remember, Commodore.

The ocean is the beam balance of the earth.

Your Tomahawk is the weight that
allows us to keep the scales balanced.

Hello, Nika!

Hello, come in! The broadcast has started.

Dear TV Viewers, this is a historic day.

The newest strategic missile submarine
goes on its maiden patrol today.

You will watch enviously as it goes to sea.

Inside this god of war, which can travel
underwater as fast as an express train,

are twenty-four missile silos,

and in them 24 ballistic missiles,

and each of them has 12 nuclear warheads.

This is the newest warship, and
it is specially assigned to

Commodore Rayflint,
at 33 the youngest

commanding officer of a
ballistic missile sub.

Your husband is a real sea lord.
Is he the same way at home?

Oh, no. At home he's just himself.

They say all submariners - their
wives truly love them. Is that true?

I suppose.

What - and yours?

Yes, of course.

Life is iron in magnetic fields.

Constant stress, sensory deprivation.

Just one volley from Archelon
can turn an entire country

to ashes, like Poland, or
Greece with all its islands.

Ladies and gentlemen, at this
time I am aboard the Archelon,

an underwater fortress in our defenses.

You can't hide the fact that no other
ship cost our nation this much.

But peace on our planet is worth much more.

And God will help us!

The launcher is equipped with a handle

that resembles the butt of a Colt .45

except that butt has no barrel.

So, I squeeze the launch button, and...

Our civilization is the
evolution of smokes,

from cannon gunsmoke to the
mushroom cloud of an atomic blast.

The planet's hour of judgment

is marked by a launching relay.

The ICBM aims at a point on a trajectory
known only to an electronic memory.

The warheads split up, each
aimed at its own city.

and they carry under their
cones multiple weapons so an

enemy's territory can be
covered with a nuclear carpet.

That's what a nuclear attack looks like.

But don't worry, it's not a war.

We only showed you underwater tests.

At present Archelon has set course
for an island in the Atlantic

for topping off its food supplies

and a brief shore leave for the crew.

They should take us to that little island!

Russian ships, sir.

Helm, depth under the keel?

Hundred forty feet.

Crash dive.

Aye aye.

Evasive maneuvers.

Welllll....

I swear, Hippocrates! Even this hole
seems like a corner of paradise.

So, where did you hurt yourself?
Look - here -

I just need to wipe it with gasoline.

Doc, it's time for you to go.

Magda!

I don't like it here.

But I just got here! It's fun here!

Meat's burning somewhere.

Nothing to worry about.

Temporary atrophy of
temperature and pain nerves.

A loss of sensation.

Not a threat to loving relations.

This is bad. Since reactor startup

the biosafety shield is failing.

Our steward is covered
with bronze-colored spots.

Take a seat.

The bioshielding is nominal. An
hour ago I checked it personally.

Maybe confine him to sickbay?

Not necessary.

Why not?

I can't drive the ship from sickbay.

Radiogram to the chief of naval operations:

1-6-3-1-1-4-9-3-4-1-2-1-5-3-5-4 4-1-8-2-2

To: Submarine raider, 1900 be in quadrant
37-40, transfer to helicopter container

of atmospheric samples from compartments.

Hello, Flaggi? - Yes?

Have you decided to marry me yet?

Not yet.

Too bad.

I keep telling you that
submariners are kamikazes.

Something wrong with Barney?

Not just with him.

Talk to me, for God's sake.

Not over the phone.

Then get over here, now!

Can't right now. I'll come when I can.

As a result of bacteriological
analysis of the biosamples

we observed a bacillus of a
disease unknown to science.

The symptoms resemble leprosy.

Probably in conditions of weak
radiation from the reactor,

for some reason a new breed
of microorganism emerged.

It's impossible to foresee the danger to
the world of contact with new viruses

with Earth, with mankind.
It's a genie in a bottle.

Therefore, contact between the
crew and land must be precluded.

You want to send to the bottom
an entire missile platform.

The essence of my suggestion
boils down to this:

in an old, abandoned concentration
camp in the Shedrups, organize

something like a leper colony
for the infected crew.

The only problem left is what
to do with the submarine.

Can it be disinfected?

Full disinfection of
Archelon is impossible.

Everything inside would
have to be replaced.

I demand at least a partial disinfection.

A strategic nuclear
vessel should be at sea.

With a new crew?

Then you'll have to have to find
yet another uninhabited island.

You don't realize what damage you are
doing to the fleet's offensive ability

by removing a strategic nuclear
sub from combat patrol.

Let's have the opinion of everyone here.

By old fleet tradition, the
most junior goes first.

Captain O'Gregory of the Medical Service?

It seems to me senseless to
relieve the Archelon's crew.

There's something to that.

How does the disease affect

the victim's ability to work?

Practically not at all.

Based on our data the victims retain
full mental and physical capacity.

Though, many will show external symptoms.

Well, that's just esthetics.

In O'Gregory's proposal I see a solution.

Archeolon's energy source is
designed to last five years

of continuous service, so we
have time to find an antidote.

If the crew is at sea for some time

we won't need a leper colony,

we won't have to disinfect, and
our defenses will remain stable.

But people are suffering.

They are military people, Professor.

Monstrous.

Where is our democracy?

I request permission to take my seat.

Be seated, Major.

At least let them choose for themselves!

Either an island, or the ocean!

The leadership on humanitarian
principles proposes for your

consideration the following options:

One: proceed to North
Atlantic, to Shedrup Island

for isolation of infected
crewmen in quarantine hospitals

with transfer of ship to disinfection crew.

Two: proceed to station
to conduct combat patrol.

Following discovery of effective
treatment, return to base.

If you select option two,
rate of pay will be doubled.

Roop, set course for the North
Atlantic, Shedrup Island.

Roop, come in.

Attention, all hands of Archelon.

We're transmitting a special program
from your relatives and family members.

We're all proud of your courage, my dear.

And believe God won't abandon you.

Don't despair, don't give up.

How do you feel, Ray?

I'm so sorry for you.

Forgive me.

Hi, dear! I already miss you!

Now that you are on the main
battle line with the Red Menace,

we, your girlfriends, will do everything

to help you defeat the Evil Empire.

Barney, my dear, don't despair.

Don't think that you're already dead.

Even if you feel a bit sick.

Remember, I told you I'm happy...

You came to observe life in
an artificial environment.

Habits form a basis for appreciation.

What sort of habits? For all time,
a woman on board is bad luck.

That is subordinated to an ancient
code: enjoy life while you're alive.

As an idea, that's "moment de more".

I remember, of death.

That's the most characteristic
thing in group behavior

in a man-machine system.

It resembles crowning the insane.

Alas.

I elicit human reserves to operate
machinery under extreme conditions.

We should also offer
some sort of usefulness.

Off-duty personnel,
report to the upper deck!

Understand: either this
Riviera, or the ocean.

If the second choice, we'll be paid double.

The ocean!

All hands below deck!

There!

Hey, cutie! Why are you still red-headed?

And maybe you brought us this leprosy!

Look at her! Not one spot!

Get her off the ship!

Where is she?

Open it!

Very well, sir.

Give me a pill for my headache.

I, the medical officer of
Archelon, reveal a secret.

God.

I alone in the crew knew that
among the missile warheads aboard

four contain very dangerous
bacteriological weapons.

They are loaded with arenaviruses.

Obviously the seals failed
and a leak has occured.

My mind no longer allows me to
perform my control functions.

It's hopeless.

I've taken potassium cyanide.

Attention: launch of
missiles 1 through 4 is

authorized only on
receipt of signal "Good"

Roop, we need to completely
seal silos 1 through 4.

1, 2, 3, 4 - best just to weld them shut.

Weld? But they're aimed at Moscow!

Weld them. Weld them shut. Their
missiles aren't combat ready.

Wouldn't it be simpler to
disarm them in a safe zone?

Don't ask pointless questions.What
the hell is a safe zone?

For these missiles there are no safe zones.

To Raider Commander:

Proceed to quadrant 23-15.
Upon arrival dock with barge.

Take on board food supplies.

After loading, submerge and
proceed to patrol station and

carry out your orders.

I beg you.

Please, any psalm for the
soul of the murdered.

neither Christ nor Mohammed.

If it's nice, I'll forget everything.

Holy Father, any kind of psalm?

I'm not a holy father.

I beg of you. She was guilty of nothing.

I'm sorry, but I don't know any psalms.

Marry us. By proxy.

No. I should first hear her agreement.

She agrees! She agrees! She agrees!

She had that job because she
didn't have a great life.

And you'll hear her agreement.

It's also impossible because I cannot
conjure the souls of the dead!

But try!

I beg you.

All right.

I'll do as you ask.

You wanted to see Katarina.

There she is.

Marry us.

Marry us.

Join your hands, my children.

Whoever plows the seas,
joins with good fortune,

for him the world dawns, and
he reaps without sowing, for

the sea is the field of hope.

Rejoice, my children!

I request assignment to the loading party.

A little air.

Listen closely to me, calm down!

It's not leprosy on the Archelon.
It's an unknown disease with no cure.

Archelon is buried at sea.

I hope you understand that
this is for your ears only.

The signal is his signal.
They're coming back!

Give me the keys!

My dear!

At the base, all radio equipment
operates on that frequency!

My wife was guilty of nothing.
Hear that, you bastard?

Go there, and give her my greetings!

All hands below decks!

Get back!

Archelon has turned into a
giant underwater leper colony.

We were informed of this by the wife
of one of the infected crewmen.

To save the sick crew, the nation's best
scientific minds have been mobilized.

In the microbiology center intense searches
are underway to find effective medicines.

Major O'Gregory!

Yes. - I hope you understand
what "top secret" means.

Not to mention the damage to morale

you inflicted on the fleet
before the whole world.

Revealing top secret information
is punishable by life in prison,

and in the event of severe damage to
national security, the death penalty.

O'Gregory, I'm very sorry
this all happened this way.

I always considered you
an outstanding worker.

However, you have a chance, not
only to avoid a court martial,

but even to continue your career honorably.

Aboard Archelon the diving medical
officer position is vacant.

Think about it, O'Gregory.

You'll not only avoid shame,
you'll become a national hero.

The whole world will know about the
noble act of a military doctor.

In time, they'll find a vaccine,
and you'll return triumphantly.

This disease is incurable.

Only the Lord God can make
such a catogorical statement.

Make up your mind, O'Gregory:
electric chair or hero's laurels.

I agree.

Then sign this.

However, if the disease really
turns out to be incurable,

as they say, in such cases, medicine will
render merciful aid to the afflicted.

Yes, sir.

This steel tomb is starting
to get on my nerves.

Do you want some fresh air?

Mm-hm.

Let's go. To the bridge.

The former wife of the commander
of Archelon, Nika Rayflint,

left today on her honeymoon with
a petroleum king from Abu Dhabi.

Receive Aesculapius! But your wives...

Commander,

Underwater contact.

Most likely a foreign submarine.

Russian?

In any case not one of our types.

Hard to port!

Make our depth one thousand feet.
Evasive maneuvers!

God resides in the ocean,

and that means under water.

Hear that? That's the ocean itself.

Our common primogenitor.

All the salt we carry in our blood

is trying to tell us something.

It's possible to reason, to caution...

the ocean for ages feeding
billions of people...

so choose between
unacceptable life or death.

We've drifted too far.

Do you hear that?

That's the cry of dolphins.

They say they don't destroy each other.

They're not as stupid as we are.

Haven't you noticed?

The dolphin's profile resembles Socrates.

Maybe.

Dolphins mask screw noises well.

That's a pod of dolphins. They've
followed us almost since we left home.

I'm starting to tell them
apart by their voices.

That one - I call him Teddy.

You're wrong. His name is Delph.

In Socrates' language,
that means "brother."

How do you know his name?

He's my dolphin. I gave him his name.

So, maybe he's following you?

Following me.

I once studied problems
of biological regulation.

We also carried out special assignments.

Instead of torpedoes, we had dolphins.

It was a dirty game.

And I got out of it just in time...

And I released them to the sea.

And I myself ended up thrown overboard.

Once again your luck held.

Commander, it is my duty to warn
you that remaining at this depth

will be dangerous.

Something with the reactor?

Worse. People are refusing to stand watch.

Surface.

We'll heave to.

Aye. The stealth mode?

It's morning up there...sir.

Surface, Roop.

Today we celebrate

our patrol's first anniversary.

We'll invite guests to celebrate.

Commander, bearing: starboard 20,

screw noises of a surface target.

Roop, how much longer can our reactor
run without replacing the uranium rods?

Two or three years.

Wonderful.

I want to know your opinion of my
plan to send a false signal - fire

in the reactor room, loss of propulsion

and helm, radiation level rising,

so easier to believe Archelon is dead.
They'll believe we no longer exist.

2-3-8-9-47-9-82-47 6-8-1-2-1-43-4-2

Mr. Captain, lifeboat dead ahead.
Distress flares burning.

All stop.

Take me immediately to your captain.
Your liner is in grave danger.

Maybe your crew needs some rest.

No! - Then they can stay below.

No! Where is your radio room?

We found the radio room.

Go!

Music.

Stop! Leave my wife alone!

Save me!

I have 117 million dollars in the bank.
I'll give you half.

Just leave her alone. She's unwell.

I'm also unwell. Very unwell.

I'll write you a check right now.

Just leave her be.

I'll dot the i on it, now move.

Fire control, salvo!

The death of Archelon and
disappearance of the liner

occurred along the boundary
of the Bermuda Triangle.

Those damned Bermudas again.

They're not that damned.

At least now the press will quiet down,

and stop making inquiries
of the government.

Yes, it couldn't have ended better.

The Archelon did its duty.

The Archelon can just...

Three years on combat
patrol is unprecedented.

I honestly didn't think
they would last that long.

Mr. Secretary, I assume
that Commodore Rayflint

deserves the Order of the
Naval Chevalier, First Rank.

Posthumously.

No doubt.

Yes,you can experiment on people
here with no impediments.

Like in Vietnam.

That great cause.

Your observations, your chronicles - you'll
never get to transmit them to the living.

And I, the Biblical apostle

will depart this meaningless life.
I can say to humanity such words

that millions will bow before me!

And where am I, Mister
Captain of the Archelon?

Prophet - s'chrema k'itola
in the language of Christ -

There - the only creature in the
world that hasn't abandoned us.

It will be too bad if it
gets tangled in our screw.

Heroin?

Psychomemetic, with heroin.

Well, so, a good means.

Through the system.

Mainline it.

In three minutes everyone's asleep.

If we were smarter we'd have
used this rat trap long ago.

Why leave anyone alive?

I found here in the Bible the words

of St. Luke.

"You are as closed coffins,
in which people walk,

and know it not."

Verily, submarines are the

grave worms of humanity.

Today the weather is beautiful.

Our TV cameras will help you follow

the launch of the space ship.

Ladies and gentlemen,

at this hour I am at the launchng
pad of a manned space ship,

the Star of Bethlehem,

the front line of our space defense.

Space is the balance beam of peace.

The Star of Bethlehem is one of the
weights that maintains balance.

We with God's blessing reserve the
right to advance this policy,

without wavering.

Not one ship has cost our
nation as much as this one,

but peace on the planet...

They'll get another Archelon.

Only in space.

...and God will help us!

The whole operation should take
no longer than 30 minutes.

between launch and deployment of
warheads aimed at specific targets.

To achieve maximum effectiveness,

we are developing the so-called

stratum-rotator, that is,

it's proposed to operate in particular

strata of the cosmos as well as

on land masses.

The first space ship should smash

the first wave of missiles, easing

the task of the second, third and fourth.

In this manner we'll create a virtually

impenetrable defense network.

Fall asleep in silence, awaken to thunder.

Life arose on Earth about
four billion years ago.

And man appeared

six hundred million years ago.

By some calculations, people

will inhabit Earth another
six billion years.

And that means we've gone all of one meter

out of a ten kilometer distance.

Which awaits us to surmount

in our history.

I read a pile of this inspired crap,

and I'm stunned.

How insignificant is man's self esteem!

And his life.

How senseless is his existence itself!

I came to an obvious conclusion.

Humankind is an evolutionary dead end.

And man is a mistake of Nature.

He has no future.

He is doomed to birth and death.

Isn't it reasonable to assist evolution?

To start from scratch?

Twelve missiles across Eurasia

Twelve on the American continent.

A purifying flame will ignite and

the planet will be engulfed
by a fiery tornado.

There will be no beginning.

Nuclear winter will set in.

The Earth will be charred,

dead,

and that will end life,

the only,

the unrepeatable,

forever.

Human life is accidental
and devoid of purpose.

love of humanity, in general,

are Hamlet's question,

moral ideals don't inspire anyone any more.

They are powerless before death.

All the more so that no
man's life is eternal.

It is broken off, by death.

While there is still life, there is hope.

Even the man powerless
before death has a purpose.

Man is the most unique creature.

And he is obliged to be aware
by what means he can or

cannot achieve his goals.

Obligation to know his
global, his cosmic purpose,

on Earth of his universe,

Immortality, reason, and humaneness of man

are the immortality of humanity.

Its eternity.

You view yourself like
part of an endless world,

of a living, endless time.

And how do you view yourself?

An animal among animals?

And now you've torn everything
that tied you to life.

You've lost your purpose,

and become a blind, death-wielding force.

Death...

is not a bad thing.

You don't dare do that, Commodore!

I didn't invite you here
to engage in a discussion.

I, Commodore Rayflint,

was brought to life to save the planet.

From a mold named "mankind".

Commodore, the boat is losing
control and diving rapidly!

Danger! Water leak! 45-degree angle!

Commodore, Commodore! The trim, the trim!
Commodore!

We're diving toward the bottom!
- Depth 600 feet.

One thousand two hundred feet.

One thousand five hundred.

One thousand seven hundred!

One thousand eight...

THE END