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Unidentified vessel
off the starboard side

bearing one-four-niner.

Range is less than a mile
and closing, sir.

She's probably here
for the war games, skipper,

but she refuses to answer
our radio challenges.

Ask her again.

Attention, unidentified vessel
travelling at 28 knots,

15 miles south of Sevastopol.

This is the U.S.S. Cayuga.

Alter your course,
come port to 240 degrees.

Say again, 240 degrees. Over.

- Any course change?
- Negative, sir. She's holding steady.

- Fifteen hundred yards and closing.
- Attention, Cayuga.

This is Captain Grinkov
of the Russian warship Vasiliev.

Grinkov.

We are attempting to enter
the war-game rendezvous area.

Give way to port and let us pass.

Give me that.

This is Captain McNamara
of the U.S.S. Cayuga.

We will be entering
your rendezvous area

ahead of you, Captain Grinkov.

Alter your course
and your speed to follow us.

Starboard lookout
has just made visual contact, sir.

- Hold steady.
- Aye, sir, holding.

Three hundred yards.

- All engine back full.
- Aye, aye, sir. All engines back full.

XO, sound general quarters.

All hands,
man your general quarter stations.

Collision warning. This is not a drill.

Say again, this is not a drill.

One hundred yards.

Too late, skipper.

Stand by for impact.

Following in his father's footsteps
as a Naval aviator,

Lieutenant Commander
Harmon Rabb Jr.

Suffered a crash while landing
his Tomcat

on a storm-tossed carrier at sea.

Diagnosed with night blindness,

Harm transferred to the Navy's
Judge Advocate General Corps,

which investigates, defends
and prosecutes the law of the sea.

There, with fellow JAG lawyer
Major Sarah MacKenzie,

he now fights
in and out of the courtroom

with the same daring and tenacity
that made him a top gun in the air.

Welcome aboard, commander.

- Is that one of the Russian's?
- Yes, sir, the Vasiliev.

She's one of the Russian ships
taking part in the exercise.

What exactly
is the exercise, ensign?

Basically,
it's us against the Russians

in a real expensive game
of hide-and-seek at sea, ma'am.

I noticed some minor damage
to the Cayuga

when we flew over, ensign.

Damage, sir?

You do have a repair party
working on the bow, don't you?

That's not my department, sir.

Damage control officer will answer
any questions you may have

regarding the collision.

Who said anything
about a collision?

Excuse me, skipper.

Commander Rabb, Major MacKenzie
and Lieutenant Roberts, sir.

Commander Rabb
reporting as ordered.

Thank you, ensign.

Welcome aboard the Cayuga.
I assume you've been briefed?

- Yes, sir.
- Good.

Ensign Garret here
will escort you to your quarters, major.

The Vasiliev will be sending over
a landing party for you

within the hour, commander.

Sir?

You said that you'd been briefed,
commander?

Yes, sir.
We were told to report to the Cayuga

to observe a joint exercise

being conducted under
the International Laws of the Sea.

You're here to make sure
the Russians don't cheat.

Or the U.S., sir.

According to my orders,

part of this exercise
is an officer exchange.

You and your lieutenant
will serve aboard the Vasiliev

for the duration of this exercise.

We will receive
two Russian officers in return.

- Is there anything else, commander?
- What happened to the Cayuga, sir?

It looks like she scraped up
against something.

Commander, I can assure you
that she is very seaworthy.

I was more concerned
about the legal implications, sir.

If some sort of collision
has occurred.

Congratulations, commander.

You've been aboard my ship
for less than three minutes,

you've already managed
to tick me off.

I can only hope that you manage
to do the same to Captain Grinkov.

Aye, aye, skipper.

Okay, ready to tell me
what's going on?

Apparently,
Bud and I are going on a cruise.

I mean, between
you and the skipper.

In 1985, a Russian
and an American warship

attempted to enter
the Lisbon Harbour at the same time.

Neither captain gave way to the other
and they wound up colliding.

Think something like that
happened here?

I think that's exactly
what happened here.

McNamara and Grinkov
were the two captains.

Ten years later, they're still
playing bumper cars with their ships.

So do we report the collision?

I mean, somebody's
gotta be held accountable.

No one on either ship
is going to admit it happened.

And the Navy
doesn't reprimand its skippers

for asserting
American naval superiority.

This basically comes down
to who has the biggest...

Ship?

Something like that, yeah.

Commander Petavich,
Lieutenant Matovik,

welcome aboard the U.S.S. Cayuga.

I'm Commander Blake.
This is Major MacKenzie.

Gentlemen.

Welcome aboard the Vasiliev,
commander, lieutenant.

I am Commander Yuri Kretchiak.

Yuri Kretchiak?

You're a forward
for the Soviet Olympic Hockey Team.

That was a long time ago,
commander.

And you are a fighter pilot.

Also a long time ago.

This way, gentlemen.

The Cayuga is a state-of-the-art
naval war ship.

She incorporates the latest
in quietened propulsion technology

as well as advanced stealth designs.

The Cayuga's armament
carries a full complement

from torpedoes to cruise missiles
and everything in between.

How many women are onboard?

We have a full crew of 303,
78 of which are women.

And how many are single?

I don't know, sir.

If you'll follow me,
I'll take you to our engine room.

The Vasiliev was commissioned
in 1980.

She is 156 metres long,

with a 17.3 metre beam.

She displaces over 6000 metric tons

and has a top speed of 32 knots,

which is faster
than your Arleigh Burke Class.

- I wouldn't bet on it.
- We shall see soon enough.

Sir, my mask, it's not working.

- Here, get out of here.
- But sir...

That's an order.

You all right, commander?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Could be a while
before my next cigar.

What happened, sir?

Fire in the missile room.

Looks like they were in the middle
of loading a firing tube

when something electrical shorted.

Why would they
be loading a missile?

This is supposed
to be a simulated exercise.

Maybe we should ask him.

Commander Harmon Rabb, Jr.
You are here today as a Navy lawyer.

But I know that you were a heroic
Tomcat fighter pilot.

Is this correct?

Well, I don't know
about the heroic part, but...

Indeed.

On 16 April, 1989,

the commander attacked
three Libyan MiGs

over the Gulf of Sidra.

Actually, the MIGs
attacked my wingman and I

while we were patrolling
the no-fly zone.

So you say.

But do you know what he did?

He shot down one,
disabled the second,

and sent the third pilot
running for home

with his tail between his legs.

Just lucky, I guess.

You are much too modest,
commander.

It was brilliant flying.

Brilliant. Much better
than the pilot you shot down.

Unfortunately, he was not Libyan.

He was Russian.

And I happen to know this
because he was my brother.

Just joking.

He was probably just
some poor Georgian farm boy.

Gentlemen, a toast.

A toast to the sea,
the birthplace of all mankind.

May we return to her loving bosom
when our time has come.

It's good, comrade?

Drink up, gentlemen,
for tomorrow we go to war.

And Captain McNamara has proven
to be a great warrior in the past.

I am so hoping that he
will not disappoint me this time.

Look at them. They're like a couple
of high school kids on a class trip.

Major MacKenzie, could you?

Want me to take a picture
of both of you?

No, actually...

Could we take a picture
with you, major?

It would mean a great deal to us.

Please, major.

- Sure, in the interest of d�tente.
- Yeah, sure.

Why do I feel like I'm about
to become a Russian pinup girl?

How's their coffee, Bud?

I think it's left over
from Chernobyl, sir.

You've been landlocked too long, Bud.
You're getting a little seasick.

I don't think the sea has anything to do
with how I'm feeling, sir.

A little too much vodka in Mr. Roberts'
neighbourhood last night?

Please, sir.
Don't even say the word.

I want to apologize for my behaviour
last night, commander.

What for?
You didn't do anything wrong.

Oh, good.

I kind of lost track of things
right after the folk dancing started.

I just wanted to apologize just in case
I did anything that was inappropriate.

Well, you did compare Stalin,
Marx and Lenin to the Three Stooges.

I didn't.

You're a jack of many trades,
commander.

My father built half the ships
of the Russian Navy.

- How bad is it?
- It could have been worse.

I'll say.

Your breathing equipment is faulty.

It should be checked
at least once a month.

It is. We knew it was deteriorating.

Well, then why wasn't it repaired
or replaced?

With what?

It's not the United States,
commander.

It isn't even the Soviet Union
anymore.

Our spare parts are cannibalized
from other ships.

Well, I noticed
you have no shortage of missiles.

The scabbard
may be rusty, commander.

But the blade is still sharp.

They want us on the bridge.
The games are about to start.

Why were your men
loading a missile?

It was a routine training drill.

Now, why would Captain Grinkov
hold a missile-loading drill

before a friendly war game?

That's something
you would have to ask the captain.

Any sign of the Vasiliev?

I've got a contact at 26 miles,
bearing 48 degrees.

I don't think it's her, sir, but it could be
one of the Russian cruisers.

- Shall we engage, skipper?
- Negative, XO.

We're after bigger fish today.

I want the Vasiliev.

- Continue on present course.
- Steady as she goes.

The rules of this exercise
are very simple.

Search and destroy the enemy
before he does the same to you.

Change course to a heading
of 088 degrees, full power.

I'm afraid you can't do that, captain.

The lines of demarcation
of these games are very strict.

Not only will you be moving outside
the boundaries of the exercise arena,

you will be entering territorial waters
of a non-participating country.

- You really are a lawyer.
- Yes, sir.

I must also go on record
as protesting this action.

By doing so will disqualify
any victory you may achieve

during the remainder
of this exercise.

Are you quite finished, commander?

No, sir.

I request permission
to contact the Cayuga

and inform her of this action.

Request denied.
We are running silent.

There is no radio communications.

Captain, the rules and procedures...

There is only one rule of war,
commander.

Fight with honour,
passion and conviction.

If one does that,

even if he loses,

his death will be noble.

Sir, I think I might have found her.

- The Vasiliev?
- Yes, sir.

She's bearing 098,
speed 20 knots, course...

- Are you sure, radar?
- Yes, sir.

That can't be her, sir.

That ship's outside the boundaries
of the exercise area.

Perhaps it's a small tanker.

That's just what Grinkov would like us
to think, that Russian son of a...

Shall we break off pursuit, sir?

And let that Cossack
sneak up behind us? Hell, no.

Sir, the minute the Vasiliev
left the exercise arena,

she was disqualified
from the games.

Going after her now would be useless.
We'd do better to join the Montgomery.

The Montgomery
can take care of herself, major.

Grinkov is mine.

Shouldn't we be trying
to inform somebody

that Captain Grinkov
has violated the rules, sir?

The captain cheating is the least
of our troubles, Bud.

McNamara and Grinkov
are old enemies.

Do you think they're trying to settle
an old score?

Yeah, and bumping into each other's
ship is the tip of this iceberg.

When two sailors fight,
they use their fists.

When two captains fight,
they use their ships.

And these two captains
have enough fire power

to blow us all to hell and back.

- Are you hurt, commander?
- No.

I am sorry you had to witness
such unprofessional behaviour.

I apologize on behalf
of the Russian navy.

He was really embarrassed, sir.

Yeah, and worried too.

Sir?

I don't think this was just a fight
over some girl in Yalta, Bud.

Keep your eyes open, all right?

Aye, sir.

Trouble sleeping, commander?

You just put at least 20 men
into a life raft.

Why?

It was a routine training drill.

Those men were saying goodbye.

One of them was an officer I saw
fighting in the ward room earlier.

You are here as an observer,
commander.

This does not concern you.

Well, maybe I should discuss
what I saw with Captain Grinkov.

No, you cannot do that.

Why not?

Look around you.

Our navy is falling apart.

We barely have enough food
to feed the crew.

All we have left is our pride.

And our vodka.

Which can be a deadly combination.

That still doesn't tell me
why you put 20 men over the side

in the middle of the night.

They are men who have children.

Okay.

This is the Vasiliev's final mission.

After it's over, she will be chopped up
into razor blades

and the captain
will become a civilian.

Grinkov would rather
go down fighting

than end his years
standing in line for groceries.

So he won't play the game.

He will attack for real?

I don't know.

Not for certain.

But that's my fear.

If you think Grinkov's
on a suicide mission,

you have got to relieve him
of his command.

Get dressed.

What's going on, sir?

Do you always sleep
in your uniform?

Just when I'm scared, sir.

We're taking over the ship.

The two of us?

Sir, I know
Captain Grinkov cheated,

but don't you think this is taking
the war games a little bit too far?

Just a minute.

Open the door.

It's Yuri, with a rifle.

Yuri is one of the good guys, Bud.

We have to get to a radio,
inform the Cayuga what's happened.

- Can you secure the ship's weapons?
- Yes, this way.

Can we be charged with mutiny
on a foreign vessel, commander?

No, this would be considered
an act of terrorism.

What have we got, XO?

We picked up another contact
about 20 minutes ago, skipper.

- Why wasn't I informed?
- It's probably not the Vasiliev, sir.

We lost her during the night.

She gave us the slip
in a merchant shipping lane.

- Damn, keep trying.
- Well, we have, sir.

But this other ship, sir, it's a small craft
and it's broadcasting distress signals.

What?

Observers report a life raft
off the port side, skipper.

Grinkov's probably
put a distress beacon

in one of his life rafts
and set her adrift as a decoy.

Observers report survivors
in the life raft, skipper.

Damn you, Grinkov.

According to the laws
of the Geneva Convention, Article 18:

"After each engagement,
parties to the conflict

shall, without delay,
take all possible measures

to search for and collect the wounded,
sick and shipwrecked

to protect them against..."

For you information, major,
those men are not shipwrecked.

They're a damn Trojan horse.

You still have to rescue them.

How dare you tell me
what I've got to do.

It's my duty, sir.

Well, you have gone above
and beyond your call of duty, major.

Now, I have been doing this
a hell of a lot longer than you have.

Get her off my bridge and take
the brothers Karamazov with her.

Aye, sir. Sergeant,
please escort Major MacKenzie,

Commander Petavich
and Lieutenant Matovik off this bridge.

You've got eight minutes
to get those men aboard my ship.

Yes, sir.

Cover the hatch.

Attention U.S.S. Cayuga.

This is Commander Rabb
aboard the Vasiliev.

Do you read? Over.

- What now, commander?
- Plan B.

What's plan B?

I'm working on it.
They're right behind us.

As you were, Marine.

What's their story, XO?

I'm afraid they're not talking, skipper.
They say they had to get off the ship.

And they think you're a hero
for rescuing them.

Why did they have to
leave their ship?

- They didn't say.
- Are any of them injured?

None that I'm aware of, major.

Well, perhaps we should have
the ship's surgeon look them over, sir.

Why not?

Give them all a pedicure
and a massage while you're at it.

I never would have taken you
for a saboteur.

Never.

No matter.

Unfortunately, you now force me
to confine you to the brig.

And I am afraid that you will not get
to see the last great sea battle.

What are you planning, captain?
To start your own war?

You are the one
running around my ship

with a loaded weapon, commander.

I am only doing
what I have been trained to do.

Captain,
let me take them to the brig.

Nyet, I want you
on the bridge with me.

Have them taken to the brig.

If they resist, shoot them.

How long
have you been standing there?

Long enough.

Long enough for what?

Long enough for me to realize

you are unlike any woman
I have ever met.

Yet not quite long enough
for me to fall in love with you.

Does that line work
on Russian women?

Not very often.

But I've had limited success with it
in the lower Balkans.

I think you've been at sea too long,
commander.

I agree.

Please.

But just call me Zoltan.

Okay, Zoltan.

How are your crewmates?

Very well, thank you.

Are you gonna tell me
why they left their ship,

or do I have to beat it out of you?

What's Grinkov up to?

I don't know.

Don't make me hurt you.

Good punch, major.

Wait till I get warmed up.

Grinkov was a great captain.

But sometimes he forgets
that the cold war is over.

In fact, he forgets a lot of things.

You mean like, "Where the hell am I?
Whose ship is this?"

What are we talking about here?

Grinkov's got Alzheimer's,
or some sort of dementia?

He's not the same man
he was several years ago.

Well, why doesn't somebody
do something?

He is the great Grinkov.
Who could take his place?

XO.

I need to see the captain
after I clean up.

- What happened to him?
- Marine Corps hickey.

We've got a contact at 045, skipper.
It's the Vasiliev, sir.

Skipper, Major MacKenzie
has something I think you should hear.

Not now, XO.
We've just found the Vasiliev.

- What's she doing, radar?
- Nothing, skipper.

- She appears to be dead in the water.
- Something's wrong, captain.

Commander Petavich
just told me that Grinkov

has been behaving
abnormally lately.

- Tell me something I don't know.
- Something here isn't adding up, sir.

What if Captain Grinkov
is suffering from Alzheimer's

or severe depression?

It may explain why
some of his crew mutinied.

I don't have time
for your far-fetched theories, major.

Grinkov is as sane as I am.

This cold-ship routine
is just a trick to lure us closer.

With all due respect, sir,
what if it's not?

We may be wasting valuable time.

- Weps, lock on to Harpoon.
- Aye, sir. Locking on.

- We have a lock, skipper.
- Simulate fire one.

- Simulate fire one.
- Simulate fire one.

The computer simulator
reports a direct hit, sir.

Congratulations, gentlemen.
We have just sunk the Vasiliev.

Now can we attempt
to contact the Vasiliev, sir,

and find out what's going on?

Certainly. Set a course for the ship.

Get Grinkov on the phone.

I wanna tell him personally
that he's dead.

She's moving, sir.

What did I tell you, major?
I know Grinkov.

He's getting predictable
in his old age.

The Vasiliev just locked onto us
with his radar.

He can't do that.
Kill removal eliminates his ship

from further participation
in this exercise.

I told you he was a cheater.

That felt like a missile launch.

The Vasiliev is firing.
Sir, she's not simulating.

The Vasiliev just launched
two live missiles.

Impact in 48 seconds.

All engines ahead flank.
Come right to a new heading.

- Two-seven-zero.
- Aye, sir.

All engines ahead, flank,
starboard 270.

- Missile impact in 30 seconds.
- Activate counter measures.

- Activate the Phalanx.
- Activate the Phalanx.

- What's the Vasiliev doing?
- She's moving away, sir.

The hell she's getting away from us!

I want a Harpoon in the air
in 10 seconds.

- Helmsman, shadow that ship.
- Aye, skipper.

This was obviously a mistake, sir.

Grinkov wouldn't launch a missile
by mistake.

That was an act of war, major.

Why would he do such a thing?
He knows you'd retaliate.

She's not answering
our radio challenges, skipper.

Grinkov knows he's outmanned
and outgunned, sir.

He must know that if he fires on us,
he'll be destroyed.

- It's suicidal.
- Harpoon ready, skipper.

Commander Rabb and Lieutenant
Roberts are on that ship, sir.

I have 303 men and women
aboard this ship, major.

I will not compromise their safety
for anything, or anyone.

- Fire one.
- Fire one.

Aye, sir, fire one.

One away.

That doesn't sound good, sir.

Direct hit, skipper.

- What's she doing?
- Nothing, sir.

She'd dead in the water again.

Captain, we have
secondary hull damage.

- We're taking on water.
- I want those torpedoes.

- Captain, we must abandon ship.
- We must fight. This is a battle.

- We cannot give up this soon.
- We have lost, sir.

- The men don't need to die.
- This is not a game for cowards.

The game is over, captain. I'm sorry.

Any further action
against the Americans

will result in our instant annihilation.

- That is why they call this war.
- I'm sorry.

Come back here, commander.
That is an order.

No one leaves this ship.
I want those torpedoes.

Sir, are you all right?

We must have been hit
by a Harpoon.

Come on, get it.

Bud, give me hand.

She's not moving, skipper.

We still have two men on that ship
who need to be rescued.

- Move us in closer.
- Aye, skipper.

XO, I want our five-inch
locked and loaded.

If somebody on that ship as much
as aims a flare gun in our direction,

I want her blown out of the water.

Aye, captain.

We have to contact the Cayuga.

- I thought you wanted to stop it.
- I do.

Then why did you turn on us?

It was the only way
I could protect you.

- We almost drowned in the brig.
- I was on my way to get you.

- That's bull.
- I swear it's true.

And we have got to leave now.
She is sinking.

- Grinkov won't abandon ship?
- He's prepared to fight to the death.

Yuri, you have got to relieve him
of his command.

Captain Grinkov's in his quarters.

I'm picking up a hail
from the Vasiliev, skipper.

- It's Commander Rabb.
- Punch it up.

This is Captain McNamara.

What in the hell is going on,
commander?

Captain Grinkov's
gone rogue on us, sir.

Commander Kretchiak's
taken command.

He's given the order to abandon ship.
We could use some help.

- We're on our way.
- Rabb out.

Thank you, commander.

I'm sorry your first visit
to a Russian ship has been so...

- Exciting?
- Yeah.

Somebody has armed our missiles.

Grinkov.

- Alert the security team.
- Get your men off this ship.

Stay in touch with Mac.
Let her know what's going on.

Aye, sir.

Smells like a Montecristo.

Well, you've been busy, captain.

Do not worry, commander.
Captain McNamara has won.

I concede defeat.

Well, you always knew
you'd lose against the Cayuga.

It was never about winning or losing.
It was about the fight.

The only thing I regret is that
it could not have gone on forever.

So now you blow up your ship?

She deserves a better resting place
than a scrap yard.

Her death will be quick
and honourable.

Well, what about your crew?

Do they deserve a watery grave?

No.

No, they are much too young
for that honour.

I don't expect you
to understand this, commander.

You are an American lawyer,
not a Russian sailor.

What I don't understand
is how a captain purposely

puts his crew in danger.

Is this where you try to appeal
to my sense of honour and duty?

Use your legal skills
to convince Mad lvan to surrender?

I don't believe you are mad, sir.

Yes, you do.

My madness will allow
everyone to save face.

I was born on the Chentenko River.

My mother went into labour
crossing on the ferry.

The very first air I breathed

tasted of the sea.

All I ever wanted to be was a sailor.

Mother Russia
had the greatest naval fleet

in the history of the world.

But now,

I'm afraid the Vasiliev and I
have both outlived our purpose.

Even if that were so, captain,
your crew has not.

Please, sir, give me enough time
to get them off the ship.

They have served you well.
You owe them that much.

Give them the opportunity
to live and fight again.

You will not deny me the honour
of going down with my ship?

No, sir.

Very well, commander.

Save my men.

I have been waiting
for them to leave the ship.

Commander,

tell Captain McNamara
that I will miss our games.

We were never good friends,
but we were the best of enemies.

I will, sir.

Dosvedonya, commander.

Dosvedonya, captain.

The ship's rigged to blow.

That's the last of the crew,
commander.

Where's Captain Grinkov?

You have given him the dignity
of a sailor's death, commander.

Thank you.

You have some more down there.

Help that man!

XO, help that man.

Where's that SOB Grinkov?

He's still on the Vasiliev, sir.

Attention on deck.

Present arms.

Order.

Carry on.

That surprised me.

Some men value their enemies
more than their friends.

Including you?

Need you ask?