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

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

What happened?

What's wrong?

Everywhere there is rock and roll,
except in Russia.

The air itself resists it.

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

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

Did you get soap in your eyes?

Seems to happen every time you leave.

Katarina, don't worry.

How can I not worry?

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

Stop now.

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

huh?

Everything is going to be fine.

I promise.

Now show me your smile.

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

Come on.

Rock and roll.

Good morning, Captain, sir.

Lieutenant.

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

better be.

Today's test will try everyone's nerve.

Well, I must warn you.

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

for this kind of 2D forever.

Degenerate Western rock and roll trash.

Yes, sir.

Thanks for the tickets.

Don't let everyone know, Fyodor.

Deputy Commander, sir.

I will speak to the captain alone,
Lieutenant.

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

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

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

captain and easily distracted.

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

Merely to observe.

Yes, sir.

I know what you think of me, Fyodorov.

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

You're enamored with the West.

Primitive African rhythms, Western
television, Baywatch.

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

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

today.

Oh, God.

What the hell are you doing?

A language tape.

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

finish learning Russian in like an hour.

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

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

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

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

All right.

I'll see you later, pal.

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

other vessels at far greater ranges.

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

Clear crystal, sir.

I'm picking up something.

Another vessel? Likely. These are
American shipping waters.

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

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

Enemy, sir?

Do what I tell you!

Yes, sir.

What's going on down there?

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

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

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

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

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

Idiot.

30 meters.

20 meters.

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

could melt her. Reduces temperature.

Containment shields up. All engines
stop.

All containment shields up. All engines
stop. Aye.

We are sinking

at 300 meters and descending, sir.

At 350 we implode like a crash tank.

Captain! We have buttoned on the shelf.

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

Do we still have hull integrity?

For the moment, we do.

I think... What?

I think the ballast tanks are
contaminated with plutonium.

If they are, this boat will never
surface.

Not without causing massive death.

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

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

Oh, excuse me.

Here you go. Thank you.

Now,

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

What? I said beautiful, right?

I meant to say beautiful.

Keep studying.

Russian is not conquered overnight.

Not so much in any way.

Huh? Nothing.

You, um, you want to dance?

Yes.

Oh.

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

Shut up, Don.

All right, Red.

Attention,

all hands.

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

ballast tank.

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

would kill millions.

At best, we have four hours of oxygen
left.

We cannot expect a rescue before that
time.

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

where no one can ever reach her.

There, the radiation will dissipate
slowly and safely.

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

There are far less honorable ways to
die.

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

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

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

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

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

uninhabitable for two centuries.

What nonsense.

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

conjectures, Captain.

You doubt their ability to raise this
boat safely.

You can't listen to him.

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

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

command of this boat.

This is treason.

On the contrary.

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

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

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

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

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

released massive amounts of plutonium
into the atmosphere.

The result is what you see there.

The red area denotes extreme
concentrations about three times ten to

Becquerel. In English?

Well, the phrase radioactive death cloud
comes to mind.

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

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

radiation could dissipate slowly?

Maybe he didn't want to die.

Did anyone try a deep -sea rescue?

No ships in the area even reported an
SOS.

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

raise help if we caught them.

What are the Russians saying?

Not much.

That it was a horrible accident?

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

conducting, a new sonar technology
codenamed Aria.

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

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

Forensic company excluded.

Where is this up now?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Is that your idea?

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

listen. That's a lie.

Captain! Captain!

Captain, where is my husband? Where is
Jonathan?

I'm sorry.

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

Please!

I guess you're growing the ultimate sea
monkey.

Close, Mr. Parker.

This is Dr. Comstock.

Fetish there, I remember.

Excuse me?

Said I like your hair.

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

It's called the FBS, Frank.

Fluid Breathing System.

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

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

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

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

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

Somalia.

Nothing like doctor -patient
confidentiality.

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

Relax and look up.

These will help you focus through the
fluid.

I've been studying.

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

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

emulsion.

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

through your mouth.

First time's the toughest, buddy.

How long do we have?

Three days.

Not in three years.

No, let's go again.

Come on.

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

least one that speaks some English.

Is he a candidate?

Was.

Lieutenant Peter Fedorov, sonar
operator.

He's dead, huh?

Left a wife and baby.

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

off that boat with a bullet in his
chest.

What the hell happened down there?

Listen to this.

Lieutenant Fedorov has repeatedly shown
lack of respect for his superior

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

appropriate to his position.

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

Ooh, rock and roll.

Including those by such subversive
Western performers as Dave Matthews and

Day. Signed, Deputy Commander Anton
Kiryov.

It's time.

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

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

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

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

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

Great. Sounds easy.

How's the Russian coming along?

Who made me leave without a goodbye
kiss, huh?

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

arrive.

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

Just call me Flipper.

Good luck, Mr. Parker.

Reactor at 60%.

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

He's at 130 and accelerating.

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

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

It's built.

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

Still not breathing. Should we abort?

Mr. Parker, should we abort?

He's breathing.

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

Engage!

Problem, John?

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

frequency.

Where's it coming from?

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

See if you can get him back.

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

command of this boat.

On the contrary.

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

Corio, millions of innocent people will
die.

Captain, I'm picking up something.

A crab.

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

Looks like a sphere of some kind.

Somebody's in decompression chamber.

We have company.

Here, tell me this product.

No atheists in a sunk sub, huh?

Who are you?

Parker. Frank B.

United States Navy.

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

there isn't one.

Then where's your rescue team?

You're looking at it.

You're alone? No boat?

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

Your boat pulled a Titanic.

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

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

good chunk of Siberia.

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

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

technology.

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

How do you know my name? Long story.

My communication systems went down.

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

They're working on it.

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

They want our area secret.

We will cooperate.

Like I said, I'm in charge here.

Anyone disobeying my orders will be
executed at once.

Confine these two to the stateroom.

Listen here, Billy Idol.

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

Tell the staff!

Take care of Mr. Alexander here.

Prepare to service.

Could be anywhere on this line.

We've run a full system inspection.

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

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

That's a big help.

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

His signal mentioned FBS.

Fluid breathing system.

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

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

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

Stand by for orders there.

Cozy.

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

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

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

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

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

I suppose every team has one.

How will Kuryov raise this boat with the
engines down?

He would use the manual emergency blow
valve.

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

Yeah, with radiation.

And how do we disable them?

We could destroy the compressor.

But how do we get out of here?

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

What is it?

Fire in the stateroom, sir.

Watch out for the American.

Act panic. No problem.

Nice punch.

Thank you, you too.

Sugar Ray Leonard fan.

Oscar de la Hoya. I have pilot ESPN.

Gotcha. Let's go.

No, we have to preserve oxygen.

The springs are coated in our beer.

Good point.

Fire is out, sir.

But Fyodorov and the American have
escaped.

Where can they run?

Shoot us now.

You can't do this.

You'll evadiate innocent civilians.

It's a crime against humanity.

The rising sun.

God have mercy on you.

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

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

Okay.

What is wrong? Why aren't we rising?

Someone's destroyed the ballast tank
pump.

There is no way.

The American.

Find him.

The ballast tanks are deeper in town.

We need to get our coordinates to my
team.

Where's your radio?

He's that way. It waits.

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

activate the diesel engine and take her
off that way.

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

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

Yes. Good man.

You okay?

The air is getting thinner.

Come on.

We got work to do.

on the diesel engine now.

It's impossible.

Someone stole the relay fuse.

Damn. The American spy. Find him now.

How much air does that FBS unit give,
Parker?

Two hours, under optimum conditions.

Been nearly that since we received his
signal.

Then somebody picked him up.

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

Get him!

Conundrum to Never Neverland.

Conundrum to Never Neverland.

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

Who's that?

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

Careful, sir. It could be a Soviet
trick.

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

Our longitude is 156 degrees, 49 minutes
west.

Repeating. 71 degrees, 18 minutes north.

156 degrees, 49 minutes west.

Well, that's in our waters.

Conundrum, we need authentication.

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

Think like a rock star.

Conundrum, it's not enough.

What more do you need?

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

rusky?

Oh, is that the bonehead Ramsey?

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

We catch shoulder of sending a radio
message.

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

This is our only chance.

So it's a mutiny.

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

guess that makes them orange.

The question is, is Barber alive?

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

Aye, aye, sir.

Where's the American?

Parker's base.

The Americans have a ship nearby.

They're going to be here soon.

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

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

What problem?

I need that relay lieutenant to start
it.

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

Couldn't agree more, Captain.

Parker in.

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

allow us to surface.

Time is short.

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

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

You're right.

You have one minute.

You said one minute.

You do die either way.

Freeze! Nobody move!

Drop your weapons!

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

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

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

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

You must force Parker to give up the
relay.

Oh, you mean this?

You can't surface now.

So we're going to do this my way.

Or we're all going to die.

Lock him in his quarters.

Yes, sir.

What's

he

so upset about?

Archangel,

this is Condor. Go ahead.

It's Frank Parker there.

Yeah, Donovan, I'm here.

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

We're sleeping.

We're sleeping over the shelf.

Someone's flooding the rear compartment.

Secure him, the damn fool.

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

Careful, he might be out.

Go with him.

The fool thinks he's still protecting
Arya.

Something's wrong.

The condor's thinking.

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

Just about there.

Where are the bank controls?

On the blue pallet on the starboard
wall.

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

him.

Sir, sir, stop.

Bye.

She's stabilized.

Let's get that rescue bell down.

Rock and roll animal, always screwing
around.

Let's go rip up some pillows, huh?

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

before he leaves.

That should be the last of them.

They all made it.

There she goes, down to her watery
grave.

safely taking her radiation with us.

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

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

Hey!

Well, I didn't expect a welcome party.

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

handle things personally.

And, of course, I needed Olga to
interpret.

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

My time.

Well done, Frank. Thank you, sir.

It is right, you know.

What?

What he said.

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

umbrellas, right?

Little umbrellas.

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

Oh, yeah?

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

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