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[
panting
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yawns
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muffled grunting
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beeping
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[
groans
]

[
panting
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[
grunting
]

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beeps
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-[
explosion
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beeps
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explosion
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beeps
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explosion
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beeps
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explosion
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[
sirens blaring
]

Congratulations, Lieutenant.

You just helped blow up
your first army base.

[
opening theme music playing
]

This security is
a joke, General.

Your fence, for instance--

if you're not going to post
adequate sentries

get motion detectors,
surveillance cameras.

Speaking of sentries,
the ones you did have--

I've seen more animation
in a wax museum.

They need to move,
be alert.

I've taken out
a supply depot, armory,

motor pool, barracks
without casualties.

You lost three guards,
three vehicles

and a barracks
full of troops.

Where do you
come from, Raglan?

I'm a former SEAL commander.
Retired.

A snake-eater.
Well, that figures.

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

Snake-eaters, one and all,

except for
Lieutenant Roberts, here.

I'm a JAG lawyer, sir.

I'm assigned
to observe and advise

Commander Raglan
on his missions.

Are you ready
for my recommendations, General?

Yeah. Write them up.

Leave them on my desk
by the end of the month.

With all due respect, General,
I don't think

you're taking
me seriously.

Mr. Raglan, if the Pentagon has
a problem

with the way
that I run my command

they can contact
me directly.

Now, I do not welcome
attacks on my base

simulated or otherwise,

and I do not need
some washed-up squid

playing cowboys and Indians,
instructing me on security!

Is that clear?

That's very clear, sir.

By the way,

while you were, uh, ignoring

my findings...

my men abducted your wife.

Otis?

CHEGWIDDEN:
I-I can see why
you're upset, General.

I understand that, but...

no, he knew nothing about it.

Of... Yes,
of course, he would

have stopped it.

I agree...

I will look
into it, General.

You bet.
Bye-bye.

They took his wife
out of the shower?

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

I imagine the, uh, general is
somewhat annoyed, sir.

Oh, he wants Raglan prosecuted
for kidnapping

and hanged
from the Washington Monument.

Admiral, can I assume
that my temporary duties

with Raglan are now terminated?

No, you may not, Lieutenant.

Legal observers are required
on all these security exercises

and since you're
the junior JAG lawyer

you get the honor.

-Yes, sir.
-[
intercom buzzes
]

TINER: Admiral,
it's Admiral Morris, sir.

Uh, that'll be all.

Uh, Lieutenant,
a minute please?

CHEGWIDDEN: Admiral?

Hang in there, Bud.

You'll make it.

Hell, I survived Raglan.

You'll look at
it as war games.

Yes, sir.

It's just that sentries carry
live ammunition

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

RABB:
He'll be all right.

Raglan's reckless,

but he takes care of his men.

Who are you trying
to convince?

If it'll make
you feel better

I'll give
Raglan a call.

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

[
rock music playing
]

RAGLAN:
Harmon Rabb!

What brings you here?
Why, you old...!

How long
has it been?

Been a few years, Jack.

Hey, Donna, get
this man a drink.

I'll have what he's having.

-All right.
-Let's go over there.

Still driving an F-14?

Every chance I get.

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

and come work for me?
All right?

We can have
some real fun.

What? Uh, kidnapping
generals' wives?

I'll tell you what,
you persuade Osama Bin Laden

to lay off noncombatants,
and I will, too.

We've got enemies out there.

We get complacent

they can
and they will hurt us.

Unless people
like General Flannik

start listening
to people like me

and take
security seriously.

Generals who are ticked off
and humiliated,

rarely listen
to recommendations, Jack.

But generals who are afraid do.

When I showed Flannik
his wife, I saw fear.

I got through.

You didn't come here

to discuss protocol.
What's up?

Lieutenant Roberts.

My legal attaché.

He's a friend of mine.

I will watch over
your little lawyer friend

like he was my own.

Let's drink up!

Bloody cheers!

Look,
I can't stay.

Uh...

You looking for this?

I lifted it during
our manly hug.

Now, I use your I.D.

to get me on a base.

You see what I'm talking about?
Security.

What I.D., Jack?

I got this drink.

Thanks.

Good to see you, Harm.

Oh, uh...

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

Fake left, move right.

We played football together,
remember, Jack?

They've cut off
your funds, Raglan.

They say why, sir?

Budgetary constraints...

Inefficient use
of limited resources.

In other words,

I stepped on too many toes.

You don't just
step
on toes, Raglan.

You smash them
with steel-toed boots.

The Pentagon hired you
to test security,

not embarrass the military.

Aside from that,
how am I doing?

ROBERTS:
Excuse me, Admiral.

Are you saying that there
won't be any more missions?

ADMIRAL:
There'll be one more.

Against my advice,

Admiral Breston is giving you
one last shot.

If you succeed
with no infliction

of gratuitous humiliation
on ranking officers

we might-- emphasize "might"--
let you continue.

What's the mission, sir?

Sink a submarine.

IMES:
He's with
a political action committee.

A lobbyist?

Lobbyist,
not leper.

He's divorced,
with a ten-year-old little boy.

No.

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

And he likes classical music
and walking in the rain.

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

At least let me give him
your e-mail address.

TINER:
It's a trash can, Gunny.

What difference does it make
where it sits?

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

Classified documents go
in here to be shredded.

It belongs in
a secure area,

not out here
in the open.

Yes, Gunnery Sergeant.

Somebody should
lighten up a little bit

don't you think, Colonel?

MACKENZIE: Lieutenant?

Oh, Colonel, I'm leaving you
my pending cases. Hi!

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

I'll take care of it,
Lieutenant.

Any idea
when you'll be back?

No, ma'am.

Where do
I reach you

if I need to discuss
these with you?

I'm sorry, ma'am, but...

I know you
have clearance.

Not a need to know.

I understand.

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

There's nothing
to be worried about.

It's, uh... it's like a game.

Right, Colonel?

Fun, fun, fun.

Get them up
and make them step, X.O.

[
gunfire
]

All right, on your feet!

Next rest area five miles
up the strip!

Let's hoof it!
Go! Hoo-hoo-hoo!

Get your butt in gear,
Lieutenant!

X.O.:
Come on,
Come on!

Get your butt moving!

Hey, hey, hey, hey
let's go!

[
phone ringing
]

[
groaning
]
Yes.

-RAGLAN:
Admiral, did I wake you?
-Raglan.

My team is primed
and ready to go, sir.

Nine of the best submariners
the Navy ever produced.

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

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

Are there any last-minute
instructions, sir?

No. You know
what you need to do.

RAGLAN: Yes, sir.

I know exactly
what I need to do.

[
groans
]

[
splash
]

[
whispers
]:
Go, go...

[
groans
]

[
hatch banging
]

Don't move!

Stay where you are, squid!

Hey, what's going on?

All right, move it,
move it, move it!

You all right, Lieutenant?

I think I pulled
something in my knee.

Well, we'll put a brace on it.

Found this in
the duty officers'
stateroom, Skipper.

Very well, X.O.

-Fire her up.
-Fire what up?

Start up the reactor:
put steam in engine room:
warm up main engines.

Start up reactor;
put steam in the engine room;

-warm up main
engines. Aye!
-Reactor?

-As soon as torpedo man
and Weaps are here, cast off.
-Aye, aye, sir!

Cast off?

-Skipper, found these
in the lockers.
-Ah, good.

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

We're supposed to pretend
to blow this boat up and leave.
What are we doing?

What does it look like
we're doing, Mr. Roberts?
We're stealing a submarine.

Harriet, uh, you remember
Lieutenant Singer?

Oh, sure. Hi.
Good morning, ma'am.

Lieutenant.

Lieutenant Singer's going to be
taking over some of Bud's cases.

Normally, I'd do
the prep myself

but actually, I've got
a pretty full load.

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

Great. To start with,
I need citations

on pretrial confinement.

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

Um, the hearing
officer ruled

that the accused be confined
due to witness testimony

that he threatened
his leading chief.

Told you she was good.

I helped Bud...

um, Lieutenant Roberts,

do the research.

How's your husband doing?

He's okay. Why?
Have you heard something?

Just the usual scuttlebutt.

I-I'm sure he's fine.

Of course he is.

I'll just go get
that citation.

Tiner...

What's this?

I put it there, Gunny.

Mind if I ask why, ma'am?

It's because we've
always kept it there

and it's convenient

and I see no reason
to move it now.

Well, to tell you
the truth, Lieutenant,

I ordered Tiner
to keep it in his office.

It's become a matter
of principle...

if you know what I mean,
ma'am.

I know what you mean.

Leave it out here.

Yes, ma'am.

Don't chuck a fit, Gunny.

It's only a trash can, mate.

[
trash can hitting floor
]

[
quietly
]:
Yes, sir.

TINER [
over intercom
]:
Sir, Admiral Kly on line two.

Tom, A.J.! How the hell are you?

Not so good, A.J.

We have a bit
of a situation here.

It appears someone has taken
one of my submarines.

OFFICER:
Captain, bridge.

Go ahead, bridge.

Another contact from COMSUBLINT.

They want us
to pretty please bring back
their boat.

No reply.

Maintain radio silence.

What's our position?

We've cleared Fisher's Island

and are entering
Block Island Sound.

Let's take her down.

I'm on my way.

You tell me now
where we're going?

Well, I know
this great submarine chop shop

down in the Bahamas.

I'm ordering you
to turn this boat around.

-Ordering?
-Yes, as
a commissioned officer

of the United States Navy...

Your job is to observe
and advise-- that's all.

You stick
to your job, Mr. Roberts

or you're going to
wait out this exercise

locked up in
a yeoman's shack.

Periscope depth, X.O.

Steer a course
to Block Island.

Aye, aye, sir.
Rig ship for dive!

X. O.: Helm, steer course 1-1-0.

Come left, steer
course 1-1-0, aye.

X. O.:Submerge the ship!

Submerge, aye.

Dive! Dive!

CHEGWIDDEN:
At 0400 this morning

a Los Angeles class
attack submarine was stolen

from New London Harbor.

How do you steal
a submarine, sir?

Well, if the reactor's
in hot standby,

all you need is a key
to withdraw the control rods

to generate heat
and create steam.

Any casualties
among the watch crew, sir?

No. They locked the crew

in a maintenance shed
on the pier.

Apparently,
the attackers' weapons were

loaded with blanks.

Raglan.

Prime suspect.

Well, he normally
assembles a crew.

For the mission,
he obviously put together

a team of former submariners.

Bud's with them.

This is just an exercise,
isn't it, sir?

That's debatable-- Raglan
was supposed to sneak on board

and set dummy charges,
not steal the damn boat.

Look, in five minutes,
I'm boarding a helo

to Atlantic Fleet Command.

Rabb, you're with me.

You know
Raglan and his tactics.

-Go get your stuff.
-Aye, aye, sir.

Mac, you're
in charge here.

Any questions?

May I tell Harriet, sir?

Colonel...

I'll leave that
up to your discretion.

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

A rather ineffectual
JAG officer by the looks of it.

I take full responsibility
for the competency
of my people, Admiral.

All right, A.J.

There'll be time enough

for casting stones
when this is over...

if any of us are still around.

Commander, I understand
you've worked with Raglan.

Yes, sir.

I read this as a temper tantrum

because I pulled the plug
on him.

What do you think?

Well, Admiral, I think
it's more than that, sir.

-I think he's out to prove
you've made a mistake.
-Prove how?

I don't know, but it'll be big
and out in the open, sir.

As I'm sure you're aware
public humiliation is

one of the tools
of Raglan's trade.

He won't respond to our calls.

I suppose he's afraid

we'll get a fix
on his position.

Sir, would you mind
if I tried?

See any signs
of pursuit, Lieutenant?

No.

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

Jack, transmission coming in
from Lieutenant Commander Rabb.

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

Well, good. Here's what
you're going to say.

I'm not reading this.

All right.

All right, I'll do it.

External speakers, X.O.

This is Lieutenant Roberts.

RABB: Bud, it's Harm.

I'm here with Admiral Chegwidden
and Admiral Kly.

You want to tell us
what's going on?

"We are prepared
to attack a civilian target

unless the United States
government pays us...

$100 million.

We will die rather
than surrender.

You have 12 hours to comply."

Roberts, is this
some kind of joke?

I'm not sure, sir.

I'm dead serious, gentlemen.

KLY:
Raglan...

Admiral Kly. Enough is enough.

Bring the
San Pedro
back.

This extortion baloney
is not part of your detail.

It's not extortion, Admiral.

It's severance pay.

Get us out of here, X.O.

-Fast.
-Aye, aye, sir.

KLY:
We have no choice
but to assume hostile intent.

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

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

Well, I'll tell
you what I know.

Raglan's got mark
48 torpedoes

and a new harpoon missile
we're testing.

They're non-nuclear,
thank God,

but he can still blow up
anything within 60 miles.

CHEGWIDDEN:
Tom...

one of my officers
is aboard that vessel.

I'm aware
of that, A.J.

I don't want to lose him

or a $600-million submarine.

Can you say,
with absolute certainty

Raglan won't carry
out his threat?

No, sir,
not with absolute certainty.

Then we have to interdict.

[ phone rings ]

Kly.

-We have his position.
-MAN: Good, put it up
on the screen.

-Yes, sir.
-They've triangulated
on the radio signal.

We have his last position.

Get two S-3's to the area, ASAP.

Now, what assets are nearby?

-The
Ellyson,
sir.
-Get it down there--
all possible speed.

MAN: Aye, sir.

The frigate
Ellyson
is
on an exercise near Nantucket.

I'm sending it
after the
San Pedro.

Sir, I know the skipper
aboard the
Ellyson--

Commander Wallace Burke--
he was a witness

in the Nelson court-martial.

Right, right.

Tom, may I suggest
Commander Rabb

join the search
aboard the
Ellyson?

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

Permission granted.

Aye, aye, sir.

Commander Rabb?

Sir?

Catch that son of a bitch.

Yes, sir.

MAN #1 [ over radio ]:
Ellyson, this is Breecher
87-niner, requesting approach.

MAN #2:
Breecher 87-niner,

this is Ellyson, cleared
for straight-in approach.

Do you have the package?

MAN #1:
That's an affirmative.

MAN:
Raglan isn't a submariner,
is he?

No, but he has
submariners with him.

Who? I want to know
who I'm up against.

Well, I can't say
exactly, sir.

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

Oh, well, I'll try to do better.

Anything?

A possibility, skipper.

There it is again, sir.

-Bearing?
-2-2-0.

The signature
looks right.

What are you thinking,
skipper?

Let's find out.

Bridge, C.I.C.,
this is the Captain.

Make your course 2-2-0.

Reduce speed to one-third.

2-2-0. One-third, aye.

I want you to launch
those helos dipping sonar

and a sonobuoy track pattern.

Aye, aye, sir.

If it's Raglan,
he's ours.

I wouldn't underestimate him.

I never underestimate
an opponent, Rabb.

You of all people should
know that.

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

I hate being blind.

Well, we may be blind

but we have the best
ears in the world.

Want to step away
from that radio,
please, Lieutenant?

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

You touch the wrong switch
and
boom.

MAN:
Conn, sonar. I have contact.

Designate as Sierra-one.

A surface warship,
Perry-class frigate closing

at 22 knots bearing
0-4-0 degrees.

What'll it be, skipper?

Run...

fight... or hide?

Or surrender.

Hide...

for now.

There's a thermocline
at 90 feet.

Helm, make your depth
1-5-0 feet.

Reduce your speed
to four knots.

MAN 1:
Depth, 1-5-0, aye.

MAN 2:
Speed, four knots, aye.

Is he gone?

Oh, no. He's down there.

Captain,
the temperature profile

from the X.P.T indicates
a thermocline at 90 feet.

It's a temperature
difference in the water.

It confuses the sonar.

Lower the array to 1-5-0.

Have the helos dip
at that depth as well.

Lower array and dipping sonar
to 1-5-0 feet, aye.

CAPTAIN: If they so much as
breathe too hard,

I want to hear them.

[ steady beeping ]

[ shouting ]

I think I heard
something, sir.

Just waiting and listening isn't
your style of warfare,
is it, Commander?

No, sir.

It isn't Raglan's, either.

He doesn't like
to sit and hide.

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

Good.
Let him show himself.

Meanwhile, we wait.

-[ alarm beeping ]
-Captain! Outer doors opening!

Launch transient.
Torpedo in the water!

Torpedo in the water!

MAN [ over radio ]:
General quarters!

General quarters!

All hands,
man your battle stations.

Hard right rudder.
All engines ahead full!

MAN:
Right rudder, ahead full, aye.

Captain, decoys deployed.

CAPTAIN:
Very well.

Sonar, bearing and
time to impact?

I'm trying to get a fix, sir.

Should have remained
hidden or snuck away.

It's a stupid move.

He's not a submariner,
Commander.

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

God save me
from amateurs.

Do you have a fix?

No, sir, I...

It's gone, Captain.

Gone?

It was never
there, sir.

He fooled us...
fooled me.

It's a water slug?

Yes, sir.
I'm sorry, sir.

"Water slug"?

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

-A blank?
-Effectively.

I mean, it
sounds
like
a real torpedo firing.

We take evasive action,
he scoots away.

Not bad
for an amateur.

Conn, sonar.
They're moving away.

-They'll be back.
-No doubt, but we have

a schedule to keep--
let's go.

Helm, all ahead full!

Steer course 1-8-5.

Get a good trim
at 1-7-0 feet.

Depth 1-7-0, aye!

Course 1-8-5...

all ahead full, aye!

They'll hear
us cavitating.

I don't care.

How are you doing,
Lieutenant?

[ muttering ]

How's that knee?

[
groans
]

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

I can't spare someone
to guard you.

So, you have
three choices--

I can lock you up

you can leave the boat

or you can promise
to behave.

What'll it be?

[
grunts
]

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

and... evade pursuit.

Can we please
go home now?

Not till I get
my $100 million.

They're not going
to give you the money.

Then I'll keep
the submarine.

I bet I can get $100 million
for it on eBay.

Is this all a big joke
to you?

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

You'd kill
innocent people?

I don't buy it.

You don't?

What would it take
to convince you--

a missile to Brooklyn...
or Kennedy Airport?

How about
a real torpedo
at the
Ellyson?

Weaps!

Prepare tube four to fire--
this time for real!

WEAPS:
Prepare tube four
to fire, aye!

All right...

I believe you.

It's imperative
that you do...

because you may have
to convince them.

Working late,
Lieutenant?

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

Paper towel requisition.

Yeah, I can see
why you'd want

to rush
that
through.

[
chuckles
]

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

Understandable...

but is it fair
to take it out on others?

What others, Commander?

The Gunny's
only doing his job, Harriet,

and he is right
about the receptacle, you know.

[
chuckles
]

[
chuckles
]
I'm heading out to dinner.

Come along-- my treat.

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

How about going to a bar
and getting drunk?

[
laughing
]

No, thanks.

Then good night, Lieutenant.

SIMS:
Night, sir.

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

Thank you, Gunny.
That would be nice.

Gunny...

...about the trash can...

it belongs
in Tiner's office.

You were right.

I didn't mean to step
on your authority.

I'll get that cup now.

MAN:
Captain, one of the S-3s
picked up a MAD signal

five miles south
of Block Island.

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

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

It'd be a great place
to hide, Captain.
It's where I'd go.

That's exactly
why Raglan
wouldn't
go there,

Lieutenant,
because you
would.

What's
your
idea?

He'll circle Montauk...

head west down the
long island coastline.

I'd sail
east,
towards Nantucket.

There're lots of capes
and inlets for cover.

Better targets
West, sir--

New York, Norfolk,
Atlantic City...

SONAR:
Captain...

he just passed
through our sonobuoy trap.

He's making a run
for the east.

Bridge, Captain.

Steer course 0-9-0,
all engines ahead flank.

BRIDGE: 0-9-0,
all engines ahead flank, aye.

Lieutenant send your coordinates
to the helos.

Tell them
to arm their SUS bombs.

Aye, aye, sir.

You're going to try
and sink them?

That water slug was
a dirty trick.

This is payback.

You can't do that, Commander.

Actually,
I
can.

Captain, the helos are
approaching target.

Tell them to drop their bombs

as soon as they're in position.

Aye, aye, sir.

Hawk one, weapons armed.

You are clear to drop.

PILOT:
Roger,
Ellyson.

Nominal sonar contact.
I am making my run now.

[ whistling ]

[ beeping ]

"Bang, you're dead.

Game over.

Return to base."

[
paper crumpling
]

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

The way I see it,
I still owe you

for that cross-examination
you put me through during

the Nelson court-martial.

Well, if it's all right
with you, Commander,

I'll consider us even.

Raglan's done.

He's got to know it.

Even he's not dumb enough
to want to continue.

You sound like
you're disappointed.

We don't get
too many chances

to chase down real enemies.

Guess we've chased
them all away.

MAN:
Captain, we have

a response, sir.

Excuse me.

"You blew up a decoy.

You
return to base."

KLY:
The
Ellyson
went
after a decoy,

and Raglan's still
on the loose, yes.

The S.S.N. was designed
for stealth, Mr. Secretary.

Yes, sir,
we're, uh, tracking him.

Yes, I will.

Good-bye, sir.

The White House asks

about evacuating
coastal communities.

I mean, how do you evacuate
New York City?

You don't!

Hell, don't you remember
the Florida gridlock

during Hurricane Floyd?

They really want
to go public with this?

Oh, not if they
can help it.

CHEGWIDDEN:
Rabb thinks
he'll head south

along the eastern seaboard.
I agree.

That green line is

the dead line,
60 miles from shore.

If Raglan crosses
that line...

Look, Tom,
you could play along

and say you're going to pay me
$100 million dollars

and end the exercise...

if it is an exercise.

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

I want him stopped!

[
sighs
]

Do you want him destroyed?

No.

Have Rabb talk to him.

Tell him it's not United
States Navy policy

to pay ransom money to
terrorists, but tell him

if he returns now,
if no one is injured

we'll consider
his actions...

a misinterpretation
of my orders.

Have Rabb tell him that.

Okay.

My daughter
and grandchildren live

in New York City.

We have him, Captain.

CAPTAIN:
Stay with him, Lieutenant.

[
sighs
]

You informed Raglan
there's no money?

Contact with the sub was made,
Commander.

There was no response.

My guess is
they're maintaining
radio silence.

This will be over soon,
one way or the other.

How are
you
holding up?

A little stiff, Lieutenant

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

It's just too bad

you guys aren't going
to get the money.

If Jack says we will,
we will.

You heard
Commander Rabb's message--

Navy doesn't pay off terrorists.

Even if we don't
get the money,

we're still
making history.

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

Best I could do
after my dishonorable discharge,
sir.

Come here.

Stay away from my men.

Why-- are you afraid
that they'll realize

that you're insane?

Hell, they
know
I'm insane.

That's why
they follow me.

Raglan, your program is
over and so are you.

I'll bet you one thing,
Lieutenant.

What's that?

Nobody will ever be able

to steal
a U.S. submarine again.

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

Weaps, ready harpoon
for launch.

Target coordinates,
40 degrees,

41 minutes north,

74 degrees
3 minutes west.

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

That's a negative, sir.
No problem.

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

Call me as soon as we are

in position
for launch.

Statue of Liberty?

An S-3 picked them up

ten minutes ago, Captain.

He's almost within range
of New York Harbor.

This is not making any sense.

What doesn't?

Well, what Raglan is doing.

He would never approach
a target openly like this.

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

he's succeeding,
and that's how I intend
to treat him

if he crosses
the 60-mile deadline.

Message to Admiral Kly

request permission
to destroy the
San Pedro.

Aye, aye, sir.

He scares you too, doesn't he?

Go back to your seat,
Lieutenant.

If he orders you to launch
a missile at the statue,

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

[
emphatically
]:
But will you do it?

You want to be gagged again?
Go back to your seat.

We have to stop him.
You know that.

He's my C.O.
I can't go against my C.O.

You don't have
to do anything.

Just let me talk
on the radio for one minute.

-No.
-But if I can
convince the navy

that Raglan isn't bluffing,

they might change their
mind about the money.

They're not going
to change their mind.

But maybe they'll negotiate,

buy us some time.

You don't want to blow up
the Statue of Liberty.

You've got one minute.

Take a break, weaps.

I'll take over.

You, too, helm. I got it.

Thanks. I could use
a trip to the head.

Flash from CINC-PAC, sir.

I've been authorized
to take him out.

Sir, we have radio contact

with the
San Pedro:
it's Lieutenant Roberts.

Put it on the speaker.

Lieutenant Roberts?

This is Commander Burke.

What's your situation?

Sir, I haven't much time.

Raglan's target is
the Statue of Liberty.

You must evacuate.

Raglan isn't bluffing, sir.

Can you pay the money?

That's not
an option, Lieutenant.

Bud, Raglan can't do this alone.

Can you get
to any of the crew?

I don't know, sir.

Some of them might come over

but I can't tell.

Bud, we can't let Raglan

get within 60 miles
of New York Harbor.

Then you must destroy
the submarine, sir.

Where are you making
this call from?

The control room, sir. Why?

Is Raglan there?

No, sir. I haven't seen him

in a couple hours.

I got to go.

[
flipping switches
]

-Did he make the call?
-Affirmative.

Did they believe him?

Hell,
I
believed him.

-All right.
-Your tanks are charged.

Tube three is ready:
you'll be at 100 feet.

The trawler's in position

to pick you up one mile
due north.

-Ready?
-Let's do it.

REPORTER:
A bomb scare has forced
the evacuation

of the Statue of Liberty
this morning.

Hundreds of tourists,
many of them schoolchildren were

taken off Liberty Island
by police boats.

Authorities would not comment
on where the scare originated.

It's possible the situation
could be a prank...

It's the submarine,
isn't it?

They're going
to sink it.

No, Harm's there;
they'll find a way.

Please, ma'am, don't.

They're going
to sink it

with Bud on it.

I need to go home
and see my son now.

You'll call me if...?

I'll call you.

Anything?

There's no traffic in the area
except a tanker, sir.

That's where
he's hiding.

It's an old
submariner trick--

use a surface ship
to cover their sounds.

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

Got him.
He's under that tanker, sir.

Radio the tanker.
Tell him to stop all engines.

Aye, aye, sir.

Commander, you've got
to give me more time.

Lieutenant, vector the helos
to their location

-arm the torpedoes,
fire on my command.
-Aye, sir.

-Lieutenant, switch me
up their frequency.
-Switching.

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

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

Please respond.

Torpedoes ready to launch, sir.

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

BURKE:
Helos, stand by. Hold your fire.

Captain, radio transmission
from the submarine.

Pipe it in.

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

We have concluded our exercise.

Repeat: we have concluded
our exercise.

We request permission
to return to New London.

That's not Raglan's voice,
Commander.

San Pedro, Ellyson,
maintain position.

Prepare to receive
boarding party.

San Pedro,
put Raglan on the horn.

No can do, sir.

Mr. Raglan is
otherwise occupied.

Bud, are you there?

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

Likewise.

Where is Raglan?

I don't know, sir.

I haven't seen him for hours.

Raglan is no longer
on that submarine, Commander.

When I showed Flannik
his wife, I saw fear.

I got through.

I'm going to need
a helo, ASAP.

[ door squeaking ]

[ shower running ]

HARM:
It's not nice

to disturb a lady
in the shower, Jack.

Damn it, Harm.

You nearly gave me
a heart attack.

Fake left, move right.

Let's have the weapon.

It's loaded with blanks.

WOMAN:
Would you gentlemen take
this outside, please?

Absolutely,
Master Sergeant.

That is
Master Sergeant Jane Blakely

the marine detachment
in Norfolk.

She was kind enough
to stand in for Mrs. Kly

on this... exercise.

Let's go, Jack.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Uh, sir, that would not be
a wise move.

Why not?

Well, Admiral,
it's a legal minefield.

You were deceived
and defeated

by a security exercise
you authorized, sir.

I told him
to infiltrate a submarine.

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

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

Tom?

Um...

do you really want
the public to know

that you were
about to blow up

a 600-million-
dollar submarine?

Forget about ever working
for the government again.

That's okay, Admiral.

If my action keeps
real terrorists from doing
what I did

then I've served
my country, sir.

Just get the hell
out of here.

ROBERTS:
Raglan played me, sir.

I let you down,
and I'm sorry.

Uh, Mr. Roberts,

Raglan used your bravery
and sense of duty.

You didn't let
anyone down.

-[
knock at door
]
-Enter!

Excuse me, sir.

What happened to your leg?

It's a long story.

I'll tell you later.

Don't you ever
do this again.

ROBERTS:
I won't.

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

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

[
closing theme music playing
]