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[sonar pinging]

[sonar pinging continues]

Report status.

Captain, holding Russian Akula
at 400 yards.

- Best bearing 0-3-5.
- We remain undetected, sir.

[sonar] Two hours, 45 minutes
in her baffles, Captain.

We're right up Ivan's ass,
and they don't even know it.

Mind your panel.

Conn, Captain. Maintain range.
Stay right behind her.

-[loud feedback on headphones]
-[men shouting]

Captain, explosion aboard the Konek.

- Put it on the bearing.
- Yes, sir.

[men screaming on the radio]

They're going out
on their emergency distress pinger.

Transmit two pings of active.

- Let them know we're here.
- Hold up.

What is that?

[pinging]

Torpedo in the water
bearing 3-3-5 at 600 yards!

Torpedo evasion. Make your depth 700 feet!

- Was that from the Konek?
- No, sir.

It's a contact directly above us.

-400 yards!
- All ahead flank!

- Captain, there's no time.
- Two hundred yards!

- Right hard rudder!
- Terminal homing!

[indistinct chatter]

- Admiral.
- Captain.

Tampa Bay's gone missing
just above the Kola Peninsula.

NAVSEA reports no recent repairs,

no problems with the radio

and no weather over the Barents Sea.

[Fisk] Awfully close to Russian waters.

Yes, sir.
They've been playing cat and mouse

with a Russian sub for weeks.

Let's just hope that's all it is.

Sir, they're two hours late for check-in.

[Illinois senator] The hell we can't.

We need to get back to Congress

and twist some goddamn arms.

An arms race in the Arctic, Charles?

Oh, come on, it's a land grab.

The Russian president is simply posturing,

pounding his chest.

[Illinois senator]
He's embarrassed us in Syria.

He continues to defy us in Crimea.

Are we going to let him
dominate us in the Baltic?

And what next, Europe?

[Iowa senator]
We can't afford another Cold War,

neither can they.

Isn't it true to say we are witnessing

the most aggressive
military buildup in Russian history?

It's not a time to pussy around.

[knock at door]

Sir, Tampa Bay's gone missing
in the Barents Sea.

We picked up a distress signal
above the Kola Peninsula.

Hmm. That's Russia's back porch.

There's classified systems on that boat.

And 110 men, sir.

Of course. Well, you wanna go quick,

but you wanna go armed,
fast-attack submarine.

I told the 6th Fleet
you'd want a hunter-killer.

We don't have one in EUCOM region,

not with a rescue-sub attachment.

We do. We have one.

No, son. Arkansas just lost her skipper.

And I assigned her a new one.

He's in the region, never been a captain.

[Donnegan] Joe Glass?

Where the hell did you find him?

What class was he?

Never went to Annapolis, sir.

[wind howling]

[animal grunting]

[fawn calling]

[cellphone ringing]

Glass.

[man] Stand by for secure transmission
from Fleet Forces Command.

[sighs]

Commander Glass?

XO Brian Edwards.

How was your trip in
from Portsmouth, Captain?

Fast. What have you got there?

Sealed orders from 6th Fleet.

They're not wasting any time, sir.

XO, recall the crew.

We sail as soon as possible.

Well, they've just been given
a two-day pass, sir.

They'll be impossible to find.

Impossible?

Tell me something, XO.

How many pubs are there in Faslane?

Two.

Then let's devise a radical plan.

You look in one
and I'll look in the other.

Aye, sir.

[sighs]

[indistinct chatter]

Down, down.

[sailor 1 ] Opening hatch.
Tubes one and four operational.

- Load torpedo tube one.
-[sailor 2] Loading!

[Brickowski] Mother of Jesus,
we're packing a lot of heat.

[Kaplan] Yeah, why do you think
we need 'em all?

- Captain's orders is all you need to know.
- I heard he was on the Baton Rouge.

A wrench monkey.
Ain't never been a captain.

I heard a rumor he punched
his commanding officer.

Yeah, yeah. I heard he's all right.

Always hitting the hottest
piece of ass in port,

from here to Samoa.

- Yeah? So, so he's one of us.
- What?

When the hell have you ever hit
a hot piece of ass, Brickowski?

-[laughter]
- When have you ever met

-a captain who's one of us?
-[Brickowski] Jackass.

All right, settle down.
We've got some work to do.

[metal clanking]

[electricity buzzing]

[indistinct chatter]

[video game playing on TV]

Carry on.

[Jimenez] Captain in control.

Ship is rigged for dive,
Captain. No surface contacts.

I intend to launch the ship.

[sailor] Arkansas is cleared
for passage, sir.

Navigator Park.
Where are we headed, Captain?

Warship Arkansas, this is
your captain, Joe Glass.

Now, I want to say that I knew
Commander O'Brian personally,

and I know he trained you well.

Now, I'm hearing a lot of chatter

about the kind of captain that I might be,

so let me tell you directly.

Not an Annapolis man,

who learned who you are in a class.

I've worked your jobs. Manned a sonar.

Been the bull nuke.
I've cleaned torpedo tubes.

If you think I know you better than your
previous officers, you're right.

I've been underwater all my life.

I've missed five elections,
seven Super Bowls,

my sister's wedding,
and my father's death.

This is all I know down here.

I am you.

If you think that means
I'm running anything other

than the tightest ship you've
ever seen, you're dead wrong.

It's not an idle training exercise.

Your brothers on Tampa Bay
are missing in Russian waters.

Possibly sunk.

Every one of you knows
someone on board that sub.

Now, we're gonna find them.

So, follow orders.

I expect nothing short of your best.

I can do some of your jobs
better than you. I won't.

They're your jobs...

But they're my responsibility.

Carry on, XO.

Aye, sir.

[indistinct chatter]

Admiral Fisk?

Admiral Fisk.

I'm briefing the president
in under an hour,

and your Navy boys are not sharing.

I work for the Chairman
of the Joint Chiefs,

not the NSA, Miss Norquist.

Or are we on a first-name basis now?

- Thing at my kid's school.
- Fair enough.

IUSS picked up two explosions
off the Kola Peninsula,

right where Tampa Bay went missing.

- Two?
- Could be one of theirs,

could be one of ours.

Is there any chance that they collided?

Not likely.

Have you reached out
to your Russian counterparts?

What do they say?

That's classified.

Now who's not sharing?

[Fisk typing]

What time were the explosions recorded?

0904 and 0906 GMT.

What's wrong?

Ever since the Russians started
building up their fleet at Polyarny,

we've been keeping tabs
on the Russian president.

Zakarin left the Kremlin
with his core security,

and he's headed right there
to the Kola Peninsula.

- Sure, because of this incident.
- No.

He left before the two explosions.

A scheduled meeting
with his Defense Minister, Durov.

I don't like coincidences.

Well, I put a sub in the water.

We'll have answers soon.

Admiral.

You're about two stars short of clearance
for what I'm about to tell you.

I've been trying to get
the NSA to authorize an op,

and they've been dragging their feet,

and now everything is moving way too fast.

If this was an act of aggression, we need
to know what Zakarin is doing there.

If you want to fly a drone
into Russian airspace,

-the Air Force will be happy to--
- No, no.

Not from 60,000 feet.

We need eyes and ears on the ground.

I'm sure you know someone
who could go off-book

for the next 48 hours.

[scoffs]

You want me to send a team into Russia?

Yes, I do.

[soldier] Follow me!

Move! Move! Move!

[intense music playing]

Room clear!

- You got 30 seconds, Martinelli!
- Moving!

Move! Go! Move! Move! Move!

[Martinelli panting]

Twenty seconds!

[panting]

Ten seconds!

Five!

[grunts]

Time!

Hey!

Congratulations, Martinelli,
you just killed the whole fucking team!

Shit.

[sighs]

Bag 'em, rack 'em,
and stack 'em, Martinelli.

Damn it!

Beaman ain't one
to hold back on his emotions.

And he's got all three:
irritation, anger, and rage.

Hey, Commander,
isn't it past your bedtime?

What's he so pissed off about
all the time?

Well, maybe it's 'cause he's
from Birmingham. Ever been there?

Hey, you know, I'm closing
on a house off East Lake Park.

I don't suppose that's paperwork
you got in your hand.

Looks like we're going ugly.

How can you tell?

[Hall] Just look at Beaman.

Son of a bitch is amused.

It's a recon, boys.

Stow all your simunitions
and training gear.

- We're going live.
- Where we headed, boss?

[indistinct radio chatter]

[knock at door]

Come in.

Crew's on board and ready to go, sir.

Very well, Cob.

I have something for you, Captain.

I know supply's all out,

but I thought you should have
one of your own before we get underway.

I appreciate the gesture, Cob, but...

But I can't take your coin.

I don't think I'm gonna be buying anybody
a drink on this trip.

Are you sure, sir?

Yeah.

I only got space
in this pocket for one coin.

[Cob] You were on the Wichita.

My first boat.

Was it as bad as they say, sir?

[scoffs] I don't know what they say,

but it was probably worse.

That coin, my good luck charm.

Only one I ever carry.

Let's get underway.

Aye, Captain.

[intense music playing]

[crewman] Reactors one and two
ready to go, sir.

Last man down. Hatch secure.

Captain in control.

Officer of the deck, submerge the ship.

Submerge the ship. Aye, Captain.

Fifteen degree down bubble,
all ahead full.

Make your depth 300 feet.

[crewman 1 ] Aye, sir.

[crewman 2] Depth set to 300 feet.

[crewman 3] Fifteen degrees down bubble.

[deck officer] Dive! Dive!

[intense music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[shouts in Russian]

Welcome to Polyarny, Mr. President.

Good to see you, Dmitri.

- Has Washington made contact?
- They have.

We thought it best to await your arrival
before responding.

Okay. Let them wait.

[dramatic orchestral music plays]

Short and sweet, gentlemen.

We're gonna be the eyes and ears
for some people inside the Beltway.

Yeah, a bunch of suits
sipping chai lattes.

Maybe, but Fisk vouched for this one.

-[Johnstone] No shit.
-[Hall] Living the dream.

If it doesn't suck, we don't do it.

Hey, Martinelli,
tags and personal effects.

You telling me this is unofficial?

We get caught on the wrong
side of the fence, we never existed.

You're new, so a little advice.

Don't be that guy.

What guy?

You got a beautiful sister, Martinelli.

She spoken for?

She's not my sister, sir.

It doesn't matter where Beaman's from.

- Report on contacts.
- No immediate contacts.

Park.

Forty miles from the Russian coast, sir.

We should be right on top of her.

We might not be the first ones here.

Captain?

XO, deploy the sea scan.

Deploy sea scan. Aye, Captain.

Deploy the sea scan.
Set scope at 1,000 knots.

[metal groaning]

[sonar beeping]

Sir, I'm picking up something.

Could be a debris field.

Could be vents on the sea floor.

Or a deep water reef.

It wouldn't affect the magnetic field.

There she is.

[Cob] Jesus.

[beeping]

Jimenez, maneuver the sea scan
towards the bow.

[underwater beeping]

She was torpedoed.

- Cob, man battle stations.
- Man battle stations, aye.

Flood tubes one and two.
Open outer doors on tube two.

Man battle stations.

Man battle stations.

- Okay, open the breach door.
- Forward clear!

- Okay, open the breach door.
- Forward clear!

- Okay, open the breach door.
- Forward clear!

[alarm blaring]

Engine room, engine room,
somebody get these...

Come on, come on, let's go!

[McCaw] Flood tubes one, two, three, four.

Flood tubes, aye.

Secure torpedo rigs.

Open outer doors! Go! Go! Go!

Draft a message for next comms window.

"USS Tampa Bay sunk by enemy action."

Yes, sir.

Tubes one and two ready for launch.

Engine room, cap and rig
for maximum reliability.

Captain? You should hear this.

[metal clanging]

Tell me that's coming from Tampa Bay.

Get me a bearing.

Bearing 2-2-1, clear as a bell.

Steer course 2-2-1.

[pilot] Steering course 2-2-1.

Mr. Edwards, get that robot
back on board ASAP.

[Edwards] Recall the sea scan.

[propeller whirring]

[indistinct chatter]

[Belford] What the hell is that?

New contact, Captain.

Detecting auxiliary noises overhead.

[faint pinging]

Somebody's ice-picked up there.

They're right on top of us.

Distance 8-5-0.

The American sub is increasing speed.

Fire torpedoes one and two.

[Russian crewman] Bearing 0-4-5, 0-4-6...

-[alarm blaring]
- Torpedoes in the water!

They fired at us?

Inbound, best bearing 1-9-0 and closing.

Pilot, take her to manual.

Left full rudder, all ahead flank.

Launch evasion devices.

Captain, torpedoes are chasing
countermeasure.

Give them new coordinates.

Snapshot, prepare to fire tube one
on the bearing of enemy contact.

- Ship ready!
- Solution ready!

Weapon ready!

Match sonar bearings and fire!

Normal launch! Torpedo course 2-1-9!

[sonar beeping]

Captain, torpedo bearing 3-0-0.

- It passed under us.
- It won't find us in the ice.

There's a lot of interference
on the surface, Captain.

Hard to find her in the noise.

Pull up towed array
past appropriate gauge.

Weps, turn weapon 180 degrees.

Reduce search depth to 40 feet.

Reduce depth to 40 feet. Aye, Captain.

[crewman]
Equalize the air vents seven to ten!

[sonar beeping]

- There she is.
- Holy shit.

[Edwards] Eyes on enemy contact.

Captain, it's a hit!

Get those headphones back on, Belford.

Pilot, zero bubble, maintain flank speed.

Captain, enemy torpedoes
still active and closing!

Nav, report the bearing to Tampa Bay.

We're going to run straight at her.

Tampa Bay, sir?

If I have to say everything twice,
we're not going to make it.

- Report the bearing!
- Yes, sir. 0-1-0.

Pilot, steady course 0-1-0,
40 degree down bubble.

0-1-0, 40 down. Aye, Captain.

Now, when I tell you,
pull up with everything.

Sounding 300 feet.

Two-five-zero!

-200 feet.
- Red sounding.

- Red sounding.
- One-five-zero!

[alarm blaring]

One hundred feet!

- Repeat red sounding!
- Seventy-five! Fifty feet!

- Forty feet!
- Captain!

[operator] Thirty feet! Two-five.
Twenty feet!

Pull up. Zero bubble.

Torpedo's 200 feet!

- Skipper, suggest we--
- Hold her. Stay on the floor.

- Terminal homing, Captain!
- Right full rudder!

[Edwards] Right full rudder. Aye, Captain.

[grunting]

[grunts]

[alarm blaring]

[sailor moans]

- Everybody all right?
-[crew] Aye.

I'm okay.

Did we just start a war?

No, but we might have sailed into one.

Captain?

Somebody's still down there, sir.

[rhythmic clanging]

[indistinct chatter]

President, Minister Durov.

[lieutenant commander]
They sunk our submarine Volkov.

[suspenseful music playing]

What the hell are the Americans doing?

We must respond immediately
to protect the sovereignty of Russia.

Sir, I recommend we launch Yevchenko
to sweep for American submarines.

I want to speak
with the American president.

Sir, message from USS Arkansas.

[thunder rumbling]

I got a Rear Admiral without enough sense
to get out of the rain.

Sir, we've got a shootout under the ice.

Three subs down:
two Russian, one American.

What's the response from Moscow?

Nothing. Nothing to the Pentagon
or the State Department, sir.

And we know they've been
conducting exercises

with the Northern Fleet
over the last few weeks.

Exercises, my ass.

President Zakarin is already in Polyarny.

Move the closest carrier battle group
into position.

Yes, sir. And you should know,

we have special operators en route
to determine Zakarin's intentions.

Admiral Fisk,
I don't think I need to explain

to a war hero such as yourself,

but when someone is shooting at you,

but when someone is shooting at you,

but when someone is shooting at you,

you know their intentions.

[thunder rumbling]

[Beaman] Let's gear up, fellas!

[thunderclap]

Shit, is that lightning?

Hey, Martinelli, quit the chatter!

[alarm blaring]

Go, go, go!

[intense music playing]

[wind whistling]

[thunder rumbling]

[Beaman] Martinelli!

[unclips parachute]

[grunts in pain]

[coughs]

Slow down. Slow down, little brother.

[Hall] What's your name?
Come on, what's your name?

Thursday.

Fuck.

[Jimenez] It's another Akula, Captain.

Damage to the bow.

Probably on impact with the sea floor.

Tampa Bay took her down with her.

Tampa Bay didn't fire on anyone.

Captain?

Her torpedo doors were closed.

Jesus.

How does anyone live through that?

Ever seen a blast signature like this, XO?

Until today, I hadn't seen
any torpedoed submarines.

You're not seeing one here.

Look at the skin of the hull.

The shrapnel patterns are pointing out.

You used to light cherry bombs
as a kid, right?

You and I had very different childhoods.

We used to set them off in car tailpipes.

Make slivers like those.

That explosion came from inside the sub.

Her torpedoes cooked off?

They're not that far aft.
Not even on an Akula.

[metal clanging]

Nav, report bottom depth.

Can we get them out?

762 feet, Captain.

That's touch and go, sir.

They took out Tampa Bay.
They don't deserve a rescue.

They were following somebody's orders,
Reed.

Captain, we just torpedoed
a sub in their water.

The Russians will respond with
a search party on high alert.

That would be logical, yeah.

But if they were behaving logically,

they would've tried their own rescue,

not fired on us.

Look, nobody's following the playbook.

We don't know what's going on up top.

The only people who might have a clue
are down there on that ocean floor.

Yeah, Russians, sir,

who, for all we know, just sunk Tampa Bay!

Exactly my point.

We don't know, XO, but they might.

And for some reason,
their comrades have left them for dead.

This is in direct violation
of our mission objective.

Noted.

Cob, launch the Mystic.

Launch the Mystic. Aye, Captain.

Put her down on the forward escape trunk.

I want those Russian sailors outta there.

Sir, at the very least,
we need to contact 6th Fleet.

And they'll be dead
by the time we get an answer!

Have commo draft a message,

but I'm not waiting for a reply.

Aye, Captain.

[Jimenez] Arkansas, Mystic.

Flooding and equalizing skirt
for undocking.

Mating latch, released.

[beeping]

[indistinct radio chatter]

Couple of feet deeper,
and we get crushed like a beer can.

[pushing buttons]

-[rumbling]
-[alarm beeping]

The currents are strong, cabrón.

- Four knots, 1-5-0.
- Copy that.

[continues beeping]

[Nichols] Speed, 0.2.

[submarine rumbling]

- Five feet.
-[alarm blaring]

God damn it.

- Two feet.
- We're stuck in a riptide!

And locked.

[metal clanging]

[air hisses]

[metal clanging]

[cocks gun]

[breathing heavily]

I'm Commander Glass of USS Arkansas.

[speaking Russian]

XO, have these men treated
for hypothermia by the Doc.

But keep them placed under guard.

Until we hear something from above,
these men are prisoners of war.

Cob.

Separate the Captain from his men.

I want him kept in isolation.

Aye, Captain.

[intense music playing]

Nellie is away.

[suspenseful music playing]

[suspenseful music continues]

[Beaman] Hey, boss, what's your sitrep?

[Martinelli]
Got some heavy ordnance down there.

They're loading destroyers.

Pulling up to a tin can right now.

[beeping]

Well, make it look good.

These pictures are going live
to Washington.

Oh, yeah, we're famous.

Why aren't we getting a clear picture?

Something's giving us interference.

We're having trouble making a connection,
ma'am.

- Uh, can I, please?
-[Forbes] Yes, ma'am.

[Norquist] They're using a signal jammer.

[keyboard clacking]

Sir. Sir.

All cellular channels are blocked.

I cannot reach Washington or Moscow.

What's going on?

Tell them to try frequency 2282.5 MHz.

- Ma'am?
-2282.5 MHz.

The NSA has a few satellite frequencies
that we don't normally share.

But we're all on the same team here,
right?

[Fisk] Yeah.

Okay.

[indistinct chatter]

[sighs]

[Forbes] Got it!

Those guys are good.

[clanking machinery]

[indistinct shouting]

Who is that? Can you zoom in, please?

-[Norquist] We're losing them.
- On the drone.

That's Durov.

Russian Minister of Defense.

I see the presidential helicopter.

I don't see Zakarin.

[Norquist] He's up here.

[Norquist] Can we get a closer look?

What are you up to?

[ship horn blowing]

Why are they launching the destroyer?

This is an outrage, Minister.

I'm cut off from all my command structures
in Moscow.

I need a secure emergency line
opened immediately!

[Durov] Sir, we may be under threat

from an imminent attack.

I've sealed off the base

and shut down all communications

as a security precaution.

That is not your decision to make.

I must inform my ministers, my Parliament,

and my Generals.

I've spoken to them,

and I told them

that you are indisposed and in my care.

That's enough of this.

[speaking Russian]

- Dmitri?
- From now on,

all military orders will come from me.

The military won't follow your orders.

[Durov] They have no choice.

As far as they're concerned,

every order I give
will have come from you.

I'm your Minister of Defense,

and I intend to defend
our interests and our country

from any threat, inside or out.

Even those from a weak leader.

Really?

[speaking Russian]

- You'll be executed for this.
- No, Nicolai.

By the time anyone knows what's happened,

the nation will be at war.

And concerned only with victory.

Everything else will be forgotten.

[Durov speaking Russian]

[Tretiak speaking Russian]

[Beaman] Hey, buddy, you seeing this?

Gimme some audio.

[man speaking Russian]

Admiral.

Are we getting sound?
Can you turn that up?

[Durov speaking Russian]

Oh, my God.

[men speaking Russian]

Shit.

[indistinct chatter]

It's a coup.

I need to brief the president.

He's gonna recommend moving the fleet
into position, isn't he?

He's going to play the hand
he's been dealt.

You know what that means.

How well do you know
the men on the ground?

[gunshots]

[Durov speaking Russian on video]

What about reaching out to
the Russian military directly?

Whatever happened down there,
Madam President,

Durov has made us look like the aggressor.

To his own people
and the rest of the world.

- Can we prove this is a coup?
- The facts are simple.

Durov is moving his fleet
to a war footing.

We let them gain a tactical advantage now,

no one's ever going to remember
who threw the first punch.

I recommend that we deploy
the carrier group

and raise our status to DEFCON 2.

Excuse me, Admiral. I'm sorry.

We may be playing right
into Durov's hands.

I think he wants our fleets to engage.

What are you saying,
he wants an all-out war?

I'm saying that I think
it's all choreographed.

The Russian constitution stipulates

that if a president is indisposed

during a time of active hostilities,

all authority falls
to the Russian Minister.

Anybody start World War III
just to grab power...

That's my point.

It's not a standoff with Russia.

We're dealing with
a single rogue minister.

So this may be a coup without
any deep support within the military.

Can we go after Durov? Bunker-buster?

That might kill Zakarin.

Which I think is why Durov
is keeping him alive.

Miss Norquist, this sounds like
excellent analysis for a history book,

but we won't be the ones
writing that book,

unless we respond now!

They attacked us and killed 110 Americans!

They don't want an all-out war
any more than we do.

Madam President, when somebody makes
a move on a chessboard,

you respond!

Maybe we don't have a choice.

What if we could free President Zakarin?

Madam President, we don't have--

No. Let him speak.

Thank you, Madam.

We have a team outside the base
at Polyarny.

And a submarine off the coast.

The pieces are in place
for a rescue and exfil.

I know the men involved.

If we can deliver Zakarin to Moscow,

he could cut this off.

We rescue the Russian president?

We may not like Zakarin,
but he's better than Durov.

We'd be at war.

[sighs]

Admiral, take us to DEFCON 2.

Move the carrier fleet into position.

We need to be prepared to confront Durov.

But I wanna do everything possible
to avoid this.

Your rescue attempt has my authorization
as well.

[chatter]

[Glass sighs]

Men, we've been ordered to Polyarny base.

The Murmansk Fjord?
How far in are we going?

Right up to her doorstep.

It's heavily defended by destroyers.

Half the Russian fleet's there.

Top priority orders, XO.

Admiral Durov is staging a coup.

We're going in to get four of our boys.

And one Russian president.

Nav, get me the latest charts and intel

on those mine fields.

Aye, Captain.

Weps, have the torpedo
and fire control systems double-checked.

Torpedo and fire control systems
double-checked.

- Make your depth 400 feet, pilot.
- Making depth 400 feet. Aye, Captain.

Sir, that fjord is mined,

it's covered in sensors and sonar fields.

No matter how many precautions we take,

it won't be enough
to get us through undetected.

You're right, XO.

That's why we need a local navigator.

[whispers] Does he know where he is?

He does. He just can't believe it.

[whispering] Okay, leave us.

I'm sorry about your men.

[sighs]

We've crossed paths before, you and I.

I was on the Baton Rouge

when we brushed past you off Greenland.

I've read your file, Captain.
I know you speak English.

Fuck you.

Okay. Very good, now we're talking.

I have nothing to say.

We did not fire on your submarine,
Captain.

No one did.

You don't believe me?

Here, look at this.

You blew up from the inside out.

You were sabotaged.

[sighs]

Why do you show this to me?

I do not cooperate with enemy.
I am no traitor.

No.

I'm not saying you are a traitor.

The traitor is the man
who blew up your sub.

The traitor's the man responsible for
the deaths of all those young sailors:

Admiral Durov.

Durov is holding your president hostage
at Polyarny,

and we've been ordered to sail through
the Murmansk Fjord to rescue him.

I can't do that without your help.

I trained the men at Polyarny.

I will not help you to kill them.

We're not trying to kill your men.

We're only trying to rescue
your president...

-[taps file]
-...and maybe put a stop to this.

You know, we're no different, you and I.

We've been down here our whole careers.

Toe-to-toe.

We're not enemies, we're brothers.

Who else understands
what it is we go through?

The isolation, the fear.

Riding for months inside a bomb
scraping at the bottom of the ocean.

But it's what we are. It's what we do.

So you know what it took for me
to get you out of that sub?

I risked my men. I risked my ship.

I risked a court-martial.

Because it was the right thing to do.

It's not about your side or my side.

This is about our future.

[door closes]

[sighs]

[indistinct chatter]

Sir, we picked up
an unauthorized transmission.

2282.5 MHz.

It's going out from near the base.

Find it.

[ship horn blowing]

[suspenseful music playing]

[Hall] So, what's the situation, boss?

[Beaman] I just got orders
from Washington.

Incoming. Ten o'clock.

Shit.

We gotta go.

[Tretiak speaking Russian]

[Martinelli breathing heavily]

[soldier] What is this?

[speaking Russian]

[engine running]

[speaking Russian]

[indistinct talking]

[Russian soldiers shouting]

[creaking]

[groans]

[speaking Russian]

[Martinelli gasps]

[speaks Russian]

-[Martinelli groaning]
-[Johnstone] Oh.

We got you. We got you, come on.

[Martinelli groaning]

It missed the bone, but I don't think
he's gonna run a marathon anytime soon.

Okay, listen up.

I've got some good news and bad news.

On the plus side,
we don't have to hike to Norway.

United States Navy is sending us

our very own nuclear submarine
to give us a ride out.

- A U.S. sub? Up here?
- Yeah.

There's a catch.

We gotta grab the Russian president
and take him with us.

Shit.

Zakarin?

Thought we hated that guy.

Yeah, well, I guess things changed.

Look, I know it's a big ask, but...

I get the feeling that
if we don't pull this off,

things could get ugly.

- Like real ugly.
- Yeah, fuck it.

I'd rather go kick some ass
than sit up here

freezing my nuts off, anyway.

What about Marty?

[Beaman] I got other plans for you.

[knock on door]

Captain, we're holding outside the fjord.

Awaiting your orders.

Very well.

Execute final preps, XO.

Aye, sir.

How's the crew?

They wouldn't say it, sir,

but I've been with these men a long time.

They're terrified.

Mmm.

And what about you?

Twenty-two years I've been at this.

I've never been shot at.

I can't say I liked it.

Me neither. Just between us.

All due respect, sir.

You just keep leading.

Let us do the worrying.

Okay. Let's go get the crew ready.

[deck officer] Captain in control.

Warship Arkansas, this is your captain.

We're going into the Murmansk Fjord.

Go over the boat's power plant

and the ship's noise signature.

I want this baby so quiet,
fish 'll bump into her.

- Ooh-rah, Arkansas.
-[crew] Ooh-rah!

[indistinct chatter]

XO, take her in nice and slow.

Pilot, steady course 1-7-0.

All ahead two-thirds.

[pilot] Course 1-7-0...

Sonar, ears open for sound sensors.

Yes, sir. All ahead two-thirds.

[sonar pinging]

Steer course 1-4-6.

[pilot] 1-4-6.

1-4-4.

- Captain.
- Mark your depth.

- All stop.
-[Cob] Halt all engines.

-[crewman] All engines off.
-[engine powering down]

[Glass] Men, this is Captain Andropov

of the RFS Konek.

He's our guest.

XO, set him up.

[sighs]

What's the matter?

You never seen a Russian captain before?

Eyes on your stations.

Sir.

These systems are classified.

I know.

[Park and Andropov speaking Russian]

You speak Russian, Park?

Ask him if he knows the captain
that shot down Tampa Bay.

He trained him to do his job,
Reed. Now, you do yours.

This is the most reckless thing
I've ever seen.

Captain, recommend
we confine the Russian captain

until we return to Faslane--

Let me clue you all in on something.

Now, we've been ordered to cross waters

that no American sub
has ever crossed before.

When you look at him,

you shouldn't see anything other than
a sailor in his own backyard.

Now, we saved his life.

I figure the odds are at least even
that he's going to save ours, too.

- Captain--
- This is absurd!

The arrogance of this,
for you to bring him in here!

You will be court-martialed!

Then it's my job to keep you alive
long enough so you can testify.

Captain.

Pilot, all ahead one-third.

Steer course 1-6-0.

[pilot] Aye, sir. All ahead one-third.

[engine powering up]

There's a cliff just off
the port bow, Captain,

bearing 1-1-0 at 400 yards.

Nav, stay as close as you can
to the rocks without scraping the paint.

Aye, Captain.

- Pilot, steer course 1-5-2.
- Steer course 1-5-2.

[sonar pinging]

XO, take us along the ocean floor.

Set your altitude to 20 feet.

Yes, Captain.

[XO] Pilot, 15 degrees down bubble.

[ominous music playing]

[Andropov] Here.

- Sound sensors.
- Silence, men. Not a breath.

All stations calm.
Set condition ultra-quiet.

[rattling]

[squeaking]

[rattling continues]

[rattling stops]

[all sigh in relief]

[speaking Russian]

Acoustic-detonating mines.

How are we supposed to get past those?

There's another way.

Here.

He's leading us into a dead end, Captain.
Look at the chart.

Your chart is wrong.

There's passage.

Where is this passage?

Sleva, left.

0-7-0.

Now.

- Left full rudder, 0-7-0.
-[pilot] 0-7-0.

[ominous music playing]

[metal clanking]

[creaking]

[pinging]

There's no sign of passage, Captain.

There's no way through.

We're going to run straight into a wall.

Captain, we have to reverse engines.

XO, if you can't take it,
confine yourself.

Hang on.

[sonar pinging]

There it is. There's an opening.

[ominous music continues]

Through the choke point.

Open seas ahead.

[exhales]

[indistinct chatter]

XO, what's better...

To be right or to be alive?

Aye, sir. Ready for orders.

XO has the Conn.

Okay, boys.

We go in, snatch the Russian president,
take a quick refreshing swim,

and then rendezvous with a U.S. sub.
Nothing to it.

- Sounds like a walk in the park, boss.
- Yeah.

What are we gonna do about Martinelli?

When we're done, if I'm still alive,

I'll come back for him.

We're dropping into a goddamn coup,
aren't we?

Don't ask me.

I don't know shit about politics.

Let's go swimming.

[air hissing]

[ominous music playing]

[ominous music continues]

Whoa.

Take it easy, buddy. Take her easy.

[breathing heavily]

- Who are you?
- Search and Rescue.

Off the grid. Three ghosts.

-[Oleg] Why are you here?
- You know more than we do.

We got a ride out of trouble
for your president,

if we can get to him.

In a few hours' time,

both our navies are
going to go head-to-head,

and it's gonna get ugly.

We're just two assholes out in the cold.

This is all riding on us.

[suspenseful music playing]

I can get you to him.

[Oleg coughing]

Fix him up.

[helicopter whirring]

[men grunting]

[indistinct Russian chatter]

Minister, the fleet awaits
your orders, sir.

[panting]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[whispering] There.

[rapping on door]

[Beaman, softly] Fire in the hole.

[indistinct shouting]

[yelling in Russian]

Get him up!

[Oleg speaking Russian]

[Beaman] Gimme your hands, sir.

-[Oleg continues in Russian]
- Gimme your hands.

Hold steady!

- He's an American.
- He's here to free us.

Yeah, I don't like it either, sir.
Come on, let's go!

I've got these two up front.

[groaning]

Man down!

Man down!

Cover me!

[grunting]

[shouting in Russian]

Clear!

[Beaman] Follow me!

- Come on, follow me!
- Come on!

Oleg!

[speaks Russian]

- Come on!
- Go! Go!

-[Beaman] Wait there, sir.
-[Johnstone] Hall!

[speaking Russian]

[tires screech]

[all shouting in Russian]

On the ledge, sir. On the ledge.

[Tretiak speaking Russian]

Go, sir! Go!

[groaning]

- Give me weapon, soldier.
- Shit.

We gotta move.

[Oleg] Fuck you.

[Beaman] Jesus Christ, Johnstone!

[groans]

[Beaman] Go! Go! Go!

Move!

[Tretiak speaking Russian]

Come on! No!

God damn it, Hall! Hall! Come on!

Billy, we lost him.

-[alarm blaring]
- God damn it.

They're coming.

We gotta swim. Come on!

[sighs] The orders are for four Americans
and one Russian civilian.

There aren't too many
training simulations for this one.

- Roger that.
- All right. Go.

-[beeps]
-[Jimenez] All systems checked.

Ready to disconnect.

[officer on radio]
Mystic, Conn. Ship is all yours.

[beeping]

[engine revs]

Move! Move! Come on, move!

Come on! Go! Go! Go!

[shouting in Russian]

[gunshots]

[Beaman] Come on!

Go!

[speaking Russian]

[tires screech]

[Beaman] Come on, let's go!

Come on!

[shouting in Russian]

Dive!

[all groan]

[Beaman] Stay down!

Stay down!

Stay down!

He's hit! He's hit!

[explosion]

Come on, let's go!

[Russian soldiers shouting]

[Russian soldier screams]

[screams]

Go! Go!

[shouting in Russian]

[Beaman] Keep moving, sir! Come on!

- Come on, let's go! Go!
-[groans]

Come on!

[Beaman] Keep moving, Mr. President.

[all grunting]

- Come on!
- Come on.

Please, sir.

Come on!

Where the hell is she?

[suspenseful music playing]

There she is!

- Okay, Mr. President...
-[truck approaching]

Come on!

[shouting in Russian]

[Zakarin groans]

[Beaman] Down. Here we go.

[grunts]

Come on, Johnstone! Dive!

Take a deep breath, sir.

[gunshots]

[tires screech]

[shouting in Russian]

[bullets clanging]

[ominous music playing]

Too long. They're taking too long.

He's not fucking coming, bro.
He's not gonna come.

[Jimenez] Shit!

[Beaman] Grab him by the arms!

[overlapping chatter]

Come on, pull him!

Come on, get him out!

[panting]

Hey. Hey, where are the others?

Seal the hatch! We gotta go, come on!

You seal it.

[speaking Russian]

[indistinct chatter]

[Tretiak on radio]
Minister Durov, the Americans escaped.

- And the president?
- Americans took him.

If he's alive, he's in their sub.

Seal the fjord!

Sink the American submarine
before she escapes!

Captain, I'm picking up
a faint 300 MHz tonal.

Heavy screw beat.

Is it domestic?

[Belford] No, sir.
Sounds like an auxiliary.

It's on the surface.

[propeller whirring]

That's a warship.

[ominous music playing]

That's Yevchenko, a destroyer.

I trained the men myself.
They will not miss.

[propeller whirring]

[Nichols] Pressure's building rapidly.

-[metal creaking]
-[water hissing]

The deeper we go, the more leaks we get.

I got the beacon! Real weak.

Set bearing 0-3-1
to intercept with Arkansas.

Mama, this is baby.
Hold on to your signal.

Depth 1-7-0. Coming around now.

[indistinct radio chatter]

[sonar beeping]

Captain, Harbor Control reports

-a contact at the magnetic sensors.
- That's her!

Launch rocket mortars
on the designated bearing!

[Jimenez] It won't take much more.
We're almost home.

[officer on radio]
Mystic, Conn. We have visual contact.

Oh, that is a pretty sight.

- Mystic, Conn.
- Shit!

Mating hatch is ready for launch.

[Jimenez] Come on!

Baby, touchdown!

Engaging latch! Drain the hatch now!

[both grunting]

Go! Hurry up! Move!
Get the hell out of here! Go!

[groaning]

-[alarm blaring]
- Rocket mortar splashes close range!

Sound the collision alarm! Lock it down!

- All ahead flank!
- All ahead flank. Aye, Captain.

Let's go! Keep going!
Keep going! Keep going!

-[groaning]
- Prep room for triage.

Patient has gunshot wounds.

Ten seconds since splashes!

Captain, the Mystic's not secure.

- We're gonna rip her right off.
- Fire the explosive bolts!

- Jettison that thing now!
- Jettisoning the Mystic. Aye, Captain.

[Belford] Fifteen seconds
since mortar splashes!

Hatch secure!

Twenty seconds since mortar splash!

Rig for impact!

Rig ship for impact!

[thudding]

[metal groaning]

[all grunting]

[all clamoring]

Pilot, steady the boat!

[alarm blaring]

[grunting]

Left full rudder! Steady course 0-1-0.

[pilot] Left full rudder! Aye, Captain!
Heading 0-1-0!

[all grunting]

[air hissing]

[crewman screaming]

We got a leak!

[indistinct shouting]

[alarm continues blaring]

[panting]

Park, you okay?

Come on, buddy, get up.
Get up. You're fine.

Belford, where the hell's that destroyer?

I can't find her, sir.

It'll be a minute for
the blast circle to die down.

If we can't hear her, sir,
she can't hear us.

All right, well, then let's see
if we can slip out of here.

Pilot, all ahead one-third, minimum amps.

Cob, damage report.

Fire in the main switchboard.

Flooding in the torpedo room.
We're taking on water.

Captain? Picking up contact.

Bearing 2-2-1. They're shallow.

All ahead flank!
I want that sub on the floor!

[indistinct chatter]

[sonar pinging]

Here they come.

Get ready to dive fast and hard.

They're firing! Torpedoes in the water!

Launch evasion devices! Dive!
60 degree down bubble!

60 degree down bubble. Aye, sir.

Bottom depth 7-9-5!

Bottom depth 7-9-5! Thank you, Captain.

Contact on destroyer!

Yevchenko bearing 0-2-1!
They're closing fast.

Firing port procedures.

Prepare to fire tube one on bearing 0-2-1.

Prepare to fire. Aye, Captain.

[crewman 1 ] Bearing 0-2-1.

- Ship ready!
- Solution ready!

Weapon ready!

[alarm blaring]

Hold your fire.

[crewman 1 ] Holding fire, aye.

There's still one coming,
bearing 3-5-5 and closing!

-[crewman 2] We're gonna hit the bottom!
- Port main engine overheating!

- Sir, do we fire back?
- I said hold your fire.

Depth to sea floor?

Depth 1-5-0 feet under the keel.

- Pull back to zero bubble!
-[Edwards] Forward trim.

Captain? Is the bottom soft?

Yes, Captain. Mud.

Okay, bring me down to it,
and do it quickly.

We're gonna lie on the bottom
like a catfish.

-[pilot] One hundred feet!
-[alarm continues]

Seventy-five!

Five-zero feet! All back emergency!

Brace for impact!

[pilot] Twenty-five feet! Fifteen feet!

- Five feet!
- Impact!

[Forbes] Oh, Christ. Get that up.

IUSS has detected explosions
just outside Polyarny.

[Donnegan] Is she down?

[indistinct radio chatter]

- Is she sunk?
- Can't confirm, sir.

God damn it!

Bring the fleet to battle readiness.

We're going to DEFCON 1.

Fisk, the president's going
to be calling our NATO allies,

and she will have to explain
how Zakarin died in our hands!

Do you understand what you did?

If Durov didn't have
all of Russia behind him before,

he sure as shit will now,
and everybody else on earth!

As far as they know,

we kidnapped the Russian president
and we killed him!

You didn't just start a war today...

You lost it, too.

[indistinct radio chatter]

[intense music playing]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[indistinct radio chatter]

Minister, our ships will have visual
on the Americans momentarily.

[Durov] Good. Tell them to engage.

Yes, sir.

[intense music continues]

[indistinct radio chatter]

What the hell is that?

The rest of the Russian fleet
are moving into position.

They're responding to our movements.

[Fisk] We're leading them into the fight.

[grunting]

[groaning loudly]

-[men shouting in the distance]
-[grunting]

[speaking Russian]

[grunting]

[yelling]

[soldiers shouting in Russian]

[soldier] We have captured the American.

Waiting for our orders.

[Tretiak on radio] Execute him.

[guns cocking]

[gunshots]

[groaning]

You came back.

Yeah, I needed the exercise.

Hey! Hey!

You did good, kid. You did real good.

What do you say we get the hell
out of here? Come on!

-[groans loudly]
- Fuck.

[metal clanging]

[alarm blaring]

[indistinct shouting]

Destroyer's bearing off, Captain.

All right, everybody check your gear
for proper function.

-[sailor] Aye, Captain.
-[Belford] Sonar's still active.

XO, you have the Conn.

I have the Conn. Aye, Captain.

[alarm blaring]

[all clamoring]

[men speaking softly in Russian]

[door closes]

Mr. President.

[both speaking Russian]

Captain Andropov says
you are a man I can trust.

I must speak with my generals.

Once they find out the truth,
they'll stop Durov.

I understand, sir.

But once we rise to communication depth,

you won't be alive to tell that story.

[metal groaning]

- Damage report.
-[Cob] Fires contained.

Flooding is slow,
but we're still taking on water.

Weps, what's the situation
in the torpedo room?

- It's bad, Captain.
-[Glass] Then get down there.

Aye, sir.

Shit! McCaw, give me a status report!

Weapons damage to tube one.

We're leaking, but we're working on it!

[Turner] God damn it!

All right, you go.

Cob, torpedo room.

It's two feet above
the deck plates, Captain.

Damage to tube one.

- Make tube two ready.
- Aye, sir!

Load torpedo four in tube two. Go!

All right, come on, guys.
Let's get this done, all right?

-[alarm continues blaring]
-[man shouting]

[metal clanging]

Shit!

-[McCaw] Man under! Man under!
-[crewman] Man under!

- Come on!
- Move it! Come on!

[yelling]

Captain.

[American crewman yelling
through headphones]

The destroyer's circled back and closing,
Captain.

What range?

She's closing fast.
Five hundred yards out.

[sonar pinging]

[crewman screaming]

- Kaplan!
- You all right?

[alarm continues blaring]

Captain.

Conn, torpedo room! Tube two damaged!

- Is any tube operational?
- Negative, Captain!

All tubes out of commission.

[beeping]

Captain.

They've locked on.

We're sitting ducks.

[beeping continues]

You say you trained the men
on that destroyer, Captain?

Yes.

Every one.

So, you know them well?

Very well.

Would they be loyal to you?

Of course.

Show me.

Fyodor Dubasov.

[indistinct chatter]

[static]

[Andropov on PA] Mikhail Bakerin.

Ivan Dashkov.

Semyon Duchkin.

Aleksey Mostokov.

Mikhail Kazak.

Ivan Sakov.

Fyodor Tsvetkov.

Viktor Bezhegov.

Grigoriy Bakinskiy.

This is Captain Andropov.

I'm on board this American submarine,
USS Arkansas,

of my own free will.

Hold your fire.

[indistinct chatter]

[ominous music playing]

The Arkansas, sir, she's alive.

They've surfaced right next to Yevchenko.

What the hell is that captain doing?

Launch missile one on the submarine.

Launch missile one on the submarine!

[speaking Russian]

[shouting Russian]

Fire now!

[speaking Russian]

He's no longer your commander.

Now, fire.

[Sutrev speaking Russian]

Arkansas is broadcasting directly
to the Yevchenko.

[Zakarin on radio] This is your president.

And I'm speaking to you
with complete authority.

Any act of aggression
against the American ship

will be an act of treason.

- He's alive.
-[Fisk] That's why he surfaced.

Jayne, get this to
the other Russian generals.

I need an audio file on this now.

Minister Durov, my crew will not fire
on the American submarine.

Very well, Captain. I will do it myself.

Prepare KH35 surface-to-sea missiles.

Yes, sir.

[intense music playing]

[men shouting in Russian]

[Forbes] We have a satellite detection
of KH35 launch vehicles on the move.

Are they targeting our fleet?

[soldiers shouting]

They're targeting Arkansas, sir.

Tell Glass the Russians drew first.

He is authorized to fire.

Sir, if he fires into Russian territory,
it'll set off every sensor in Russia.

You'll be triggering a nuclear response.

If that sub goes down
with the president on board,

we are in exactly the same place.

Captain. Incoming message from Washington.

Patching to the Conn.

Commander Glass.

Captain, this is Admiral Fisk.

You are authorized to protect Arkansas
and your crew.

Admiral, I need to know.
Are we already at war?

[Liddy] Russian missile systems
in position to launch, Captain.

Sir, if we take the first shot
above water,

the whole world's gonna see us.

Captain Glass, this is Charles Donnegan,

Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

You have a madman on your hands.

I've authorized you to fire!

[Edwards] We still have
the Tomahawk missiles, sir.

Cob, battle stations.

Man battle stations, aye.

Launch procedures are underway, Minister.

Thirty seconds.

Spin up missiles one and two.

Transfer target package three-Charlie-24.

[deck officer] Aye, Captain.
Transfer 24-A...

[Edwards] Flood Tomahawks one and two.

Make solutions on warships now.

[intense music playing]

Captain, the American sub
has opened its missile tubes.

[indistinct chatter]

Tomahawks one and two ready for launch.

Captain.

You ever had to make a call
like this before, Captain?

No.

Captain, Durov will fire on you.

No, sir,

he'll be firing on you.

[indistinct chatter]

[commander]
Missiles are fueled and ready, sir.

Fire!

Missiles being fired from Polyarny.

What the hell's he doing?

[Forbes] Launch detection, 30 seconds.

-[alarm blaring]
- Launch detection.

Washington reports
15 seconds to impact, sir.

Locked on enemy missiles, sir.

Captain, we're prepared to counter-launch.

Remove safeties.

All safeties off.

- Five seconds, sir.
- We need to fire now, sir!

[alarms continue blaring]

Captain!

[Liddy] Three seconds.

- Intercept window closed!
-[Liddy] Impact!

[muffled explosions]

[metal clanging]

What just happened?

[suspenseful music playing]

[alarms blaring]

Sir, we have a confirmed hit
on Russian soil.

- Who fired?
- Not us.

Polyarny Command Center
has been destroyed.

Missiles from the Yevchenko.

[Edwards] Hey, good job.

-[Reed] Good work.
- Captain.

XO.

[Cob] That was close. Good work.

[laughter]

Thank you.

How did you know?

I didn't.

I hoped.

Russian fleet is bearing off.

They're backing up.
Jayne, what are you hearing?

The Russian fleet is taking orders
directly from Zakarin aboard Arkansas.

He's ordered the Air Force
to secure Polyarny.

[applause]

[indistinct chatter]

[officer 1 ] Careful on that step.

[officer 2] Yeah, watch your feet,
Mr. President.

[officer 3] Welcome aboard, sir.

[Andropov] Captain.

Captain.

I have to go to work.

Me, too.

I can't think of any captain

that could have done what you have done,

on my side or yours.

I can.

I'm looking at him.

[uplifting orchestral music playing]

[Andropov speaks Russian]

[Martinelli groaning]

[man] Get him up.

Be careful, he's injured.

[Glass] How's your man?

He'll be okay. Couple of scratches.

- Joe Glass.
- Bill Beaman.

So, you're the lunatic
saved the Russian president.

And you're the crazy son of a bitch

who weaved this tin can
through a mine field.

- Got a long debriefing.
- Yeah.

One hell of a story

we'll never be able
to tell our grandchildren.

I would like to take one last breath
before we go under.

You never know what it's gonna
be like when you come up.

Could've turned ugly.

Instead, it's just a beautiful afternoon.

What do you say we get out of here?

Ever been on a hunter-killer, Beaman?

That's the last place I want to be.
Claustrophobic.

You'll be okay,
as long as you don't jump out this time.

[upbeat orchestral music playing]

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