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Lieutenant, give me
three more turns on the screw.

Aye, Skipper.
Two-eight turns.

Two more, Lieutenant.

Aye, sir.
Give me three-zero turns.

Skipper.

I hear it, Chief.

Helm, all back full.

All back full, aye.

Helm, right hard rudder.

Right hard rudder, aye.

[alarm sounding]

[Chegwidden]
Ensign Terry Childers

was turned down
for the Submarine Service.

-It's very competitive,
isn't it, sir?
-Yes, it is.

But Ensign Childers
was the Regimental Commander

of Navy ROTC at Purdue.

Finished #2 in last year's class
at Nuclear Power School...

So what's wrong
with him, sir?

He's a she.

Congresswoman Latham got wind
of this alleged violation

of Ensign Childers' rights

and subpoenaed her to testify

before her
Congressional committee.

The Civil Rights Act doesn't
apply to the military, sir.

The Constitution does.

Well, there's no
equal protection violation
where there are good reasons

to treat the
sexes differently.

And what would
those reasons be, Lieutenant?

Whatever the Navy says they are.

Ensign Childers wants

to be a submariner,
but it wasn't her idea

to appear before
a Congressional committee.

She asked for our counsel.
You two will represent her

and any other
Naval personnel.

[both] Aye, aye, sir.

You know,
I have never understood

why anyone would want
to be trapped

like some damn sardine
in a can for months on end.

It's the last frontier, sir.
There are female aviators,
ship captains, astronauts.

But no woman has ever served
in even the lowest position
on a submarine.

[Roberts] Well, isn't it
a more practical matter, ma'am?

There's no space
for separate heads
and berthing compartments?

England, Canada and Australia
have found room

for women on their submarines.

Norway even has
a female skipper.

[Chegwidden]
And in the Netherlands,
male sailors

have shoulder-length hair
and belong to a union.

So, you don't think

women belong on
submarines, sir?

What I think doesn't matter,
Lieutenant.

Haven't I made that clear?
That will be all.

[both]
Yes, sir.

[Roberts]
I guess I'm just
old-fashioned, ma'am.

I respect Navy traditions.

-Which ones? Flogging?
-What about keelhauling, ma'am?

Harriet, the United States Navy
has never
keelhauled anybody.

It's a pity. I can think
of a few people
who could use it.

Gunny...

what do you think
about coed submarine service?

I believe women have
a very important role

to play in the
Armed Forces, sir.

Speak freely, Gunny.

Submarines are very
tight quarters, ma'am.
It would be distracting.

-For whom?
-For everybody, ma'am.

Including the women.

They'd be swooning
over some handsome
sonar operator?

After three months
deployed, ma'am...

-over the ugly ones.
-[sighs]

Sir, how much do you think
it would cost to retrofit

all the submarines
with heads for women

-and berthing compartments?
-Too much.

I think they should have all-
female crews on submarines.

Sir?

It'd be a heck of a lot cheaper
and they'd smell
a whole lot nicer.

[Volkonov]
What a country, America!

Your Navy must be the strongest
in the world

and smell good, too?

Alex, what are you doing here?

Beautiful office...

beautiful Colonel.

I'm defecting, of course.

Alex, what a nice surprise.

This doesn't have anything to do
with my brother, does it?

Sergei's fine...

but the Chechens
won't trade him... yet.

It's good to see you.

I really appreciate
everything you're doing.

Good, because now
I need your help.

[Captain Baxter]
Captain Volkonov, our hearts
go out to the crew

of the
Vladivostok
and their families.

Despite our different uniforms,
all submariners are brothers.

Thank you, Captain.
Were any of the submarines

under your command
within sonar range

of the
Vladivostok
when it went down?

I'm sure you realize that
would be classified information.

Captain, perhaps
there's some limited disclosure

you could make that would not
compromise security, sir.

There is not. I'm sorry.

Your submarines
shadow our submarines

in the Barents Sea,
everywhere.

-It's no secret.
-I wish I could help you.

The Cold War is over, sir.

Why do you think
the Soviet Union
threw in the towel, Commander?

Because our lawyers
were smarter than theirs?

Or because our weapons,
including our submarines,

have capabilities that keep
the other side guessing?

Captain Volkonov is only
trying to discover some truth

about a terrible accident,
Captain.

You're a good attorney,
Commander.

But who is your client here?

Captain, I'm sorry
we took your time.

[MacKenzie] Captain Baxter?

Good afternoon, sir.

Your yeoman said
you'd be out here.

I'm Colonel MacKenzie.
We spoke about
the Congressional hearings.

My lucky day.
Another lawyer.

You know the Submarine Service,
Commander.

They "run silent"
on dry land, too.

Yeah, well, I wondered

if you might put in
a word for me, sir.

Oh, everything's
on a "need-to-know."

Operating depths,
speed of their boats...

how much applesauce
they store in their galleys.

Sir, 110 lives were lost.

The sinking of this
ship is a mystery.

The families need
to know, sir.

Well, I know Admiral Crawford
over at SUBLANT.

Maybe he can get them to loosen
their collars a notch.

Thank you, sir.

Alex Volkonov risked his career
to help my brother.

I'm in his debt.

Be careful how you repay
that debt, Commander.

[Latham]
Women have served on
Navy support ships for 23 years

and on combatants for seven.

This committee will examine
the Navy's glass ceiling

or steel hatch where
Submarine Service is concerned.

Ensign Childers,
we thank you for coming today

and we look forward
to your testimony.

Thank you, ma'am.

I note that you're flanked
by two Navy attorneys.

I hope they don't intend
to gag and shackle you.

Congresswoman Latham,
we're here to represent
Ensign Childers

and any other
Naval witnesses.

[Latham] Not to make sure
that they toe
the official Navy line?

Ensign Childers
and every other

service member
is free to express
his or her personal opinion.

Including yourself, Colonel?

I'm a lawyer, Congresswoman.

I don't
have
personal opinions.

Ensign Childers,
you graduated with honors

in nuclear engineering
from Purdue, is that correct?

-Yes, ma'am.
-And you were near the top

of your class in the Navy's
Nuclear Power School?

-Yes, ma'am.
-What did they tell you

when you asked for an assignment
to Submarine School?

They told me that women
were not eligible, ma'am.

Weren't you offered
an assignment

in nuclear operations
on an aircraft carrier?

What's wrong with that?

Nothing...
except I've always dreamed

of serving
on a submarine, ma'am.

My father served
in the Submarine Service.

My grandfather died aboard
the
Wahoo
in World War II

after it sank
20 Japanese ships.

[Fetzer] The Navy has never
said it intends

to put women on
submarines, has it?

-No, it has not, sir.
-[Latham] Lieutenant...

I believe the question
was for the witness.

Sorry, ma'am.

I don't believe so, sir.

[Fetzer] So when you
joined the Navy

you knew there were no women in
the Submarine Service?

-Yes, sir.
-But you chose

a career in the Navy anyway.

I was hoping the Navy
would change its policy, sir.

You want to be
the first woman on a submarine?

You want to make history?

I just want to serve.

But not where the Navy
chooses to assign you.

Sir, when I was commissioned,

I took the same oath
the men did.

I swore to defend
the same Constitution

and the same country.

All I want is
the same opportunity.

[Flagler]
Admiral Crawford asked us to
cooperate as far as we can.

We appreciate that, Commander.

I assume since
you're doing the talking

that it was your submarine
following the
Vladivostok?

We do on occasion
follow Russian submarines.

Well, we'll take that
as a "yes."

Captain, I assume
you were monitoring screw noise

from the
Vladivostok?

If we were there,
we could have done that.

Please, what did you hear?

There was an explosion

abroad the
Vladivostok,
and it sank.

[Volkonov]
What caused the explosion?

You know what happened,
don't you?

Don't answer that question,
John.

[Volkonov] And we'll take that
as a "yes," too.

Could one of our experts
listen to your sonar tapes?

No.
And you can take that as a "no."

Commander Flagler,
exactly how close was your boat

-to the
Vladivostok?
-I can't answer that.

Maybe we know that.

[Volkonov]
Four days after
the
Vladivostok
sank

your boat put in for repairs
at Bergen, Norway.

-Did it?
-It was visible from the town.

Do you deny it?

If we put in to any port,
it was for routine maintenance.

Not emergency repairs?

Commander, I think
we're done here.

[Volkonov]
What are you hiding here,
Commander?

-Captain Volkonov.
-If this is some attempt
to shift blame...

Blame may not need
to be shifted.

-Alex.
-Eight years ago

the American submarine
Baton Rouge
collided

with the Russian
Tura
in the Barents Sea.

One year later, your
Grayling
struck one of our
Oscar Twos.

And two weeks ago,
your
Greenville
sank
a Japanese fishing boat.

Did your submarine
collide with the
Vladivostok?

No, it did not.

Did you kill 110 Russian sailors
and then run away?

You son of a...

-Thank you for bringing
Captain Volkonov up
to see us, Commander.

If you ever decide to rejoin
the United States Navy

give us a call.

You didn't come here
to investigate.

You came to accuse
the United States Navy.

You heard them. They evaded.
They covered up.

You used me to get to them.

-You used our friendship.
-I am your friend.

But I am also a
Russian soldier.

I had no choice.

You were following orders.

I didn't have to be ordered

to find out why 110 of my fellow
Russians died.

Oh, you volunteered
to come here?

You volunteered
to use my friendship.

No. My superiors are aware
of my relationship with you.

They are also aware that
we're making efforts

on behalf of
your brother.

Well, I didn't realize
that help came with a price tag.

My superiors thought
you would be happy to assist.

What did
you
think?

I thought of the dead men
on the
Vladivostok.

I owe it to them to do whatever
is needed to find the truth.

As you would do...
if the situation was reversed.

[reporter]
Russian protesters took to
the streets today amid claims

that an American submarine may
have rammed the Vladivostok

causing its sinking
and the deaths of all aboard.

A Russian Naval spokesman
criticized the United
States Navy

for refusing to cooperate
with its investigation.

Well, you let the fox
into the henhouse on this one

-and with my assistance.
-I apologize, sir. I was unaware

of Captain
Volkonov's agenda.

The Submarine Service
is on a rampage

SECNAV wants an explanation.
Any suggestions?

Sir, if we don't want
to be unfairly blamed

for something we didn't do,
then let's prove it.

The Submarine Service knows what
happened to the
Vladivostok.

There must be a way
to tell the world

without revealing
our secrets.

I would have thought you'd have
noticed by now

that they're just a little bit
closed-mouth over there.

Well, they don't need to be, sir

if they had nothing
to do with it.

And if they did have something
to do with it?

Well, in any case, they're not
too eager to talk to you anyway.

Did you give satellite photos
of Chechnya to Captain Volkonov?

Unclassified photos, sir.

I mean, the kind of photos

you could pull out of a world
atlas in any bookstore.

Well, Captain Volkonov
didn't go

to some damn bookstore
to get them, now, did he?

Commander, there is
an appearance

one that's being cited by our
submariner friends

that you are trading favors
with a Russian officer

whose mission is against
the interest

of the United States government.

Harm, I heard
about what Alex did.

His duty. I forgot mine.

No, you didn't do
anything wrong.

I didn't stop to think what I
was doing because of Sergei.

A brother
who's a Russian sergeant

a friend
who's a Russian Captain?

No wonder Captain Baxter thought
you were holding
a Russian passport.

Yeah, well, so much
for any hopes I had of joining
the Submarine Service.

Oh, no, you can still join.
You're a man.

[Cochran]
Women do not belong
on submarines.

It's disruptive,
it's unnecessary

and it would lead to a dangerous
destruction of morale.

Please explain, Mrs. Cochran.

We're convinced
that putting women
with men on submarines

will inevitably upset
the stable family lives
our submariners need.

The "we" you refer
to, Mrs. Cochran

is the Submarine Wives' Society
in which you're the president?

That's correct.

And exactly why is the Navy
providing counsel

for an organization comprised
of civilians?

[Roberts]
Mrs. Cochran's organization

is highly regarded
by the Navy for its
pro-family activities.

Thank you for the testimonial,
Lieutenant.

Mrs. Cochran, do you think
a group like yours

could be objective
on this issue?

On this issue,
our families' interests
and our country's are the same.

But it seems that you assume
that husbands may break

Navy regulations as well
as their marriage vows.

Do you know how little privacy
there is on a submarine,
Congresswoman?

Certainly no less
than on a space shuttle.

I'll worry about that when my
husband becomes an astronaut.

[MacKenzie] The record should
reflect that the Navy has rules

against improper behavior
and that most Naval personnel
follow those rules.

Rules are fine,
but when I visited

the USS
Miami
on family day,
I couldn't pass by sailors

without turning sideways
and rubbing against them.

Our husbands are gone from home
for months at a time.

-They're vigorous, virile men.
-Who can't control themselves?

Mrs. Cochran, do you know what
they call the USS
Patrick Henry?

Yes, sir-- "the love boat."

I understand
that on one cruise

forty five women
either didn't deploy

or couldn't complete
the cruise
because they were pregnant.

Counsel, is the
Patrick Henry
a submarine?

No, ma'am.
An aircraft carrier.

So close quarters had very
little to do with it.

Apparently not, ma'am.
Many of the women

became pregnant by their
husbands-- on dry land.

Is Colonel MacKenzie
a witness, now?

She's just providing military
background information.

Mrs. Cochran, it seems that
maybe the submariners' wives

should simply have a little more
faith in their husbands.

Have you ever been married,
Congresswoman?

[Chegwidden]
Captain, Commander Rabb suggests

that we rebut the Russian
charge with the truth
about what happened.

Just like that?

That is if it's favorable.

Our submarine did not ram
the
Vladivostok.

See for yourself.

-Sir?
-Here's the
Watertown.

Do you see any dents?

Well, what about
Captain Volkonov's charge, sir,

that you put in for
repairs in Norway.

Not for body work.

Why not hold
a press conference, Captain?
Tell the world.

Because, as I believe
I mentioned before,

there are issues here
of national security.

Captain, we're both cleared
for sensitive

compartmented
information.

The
Watertown
was following
the
Vladivostok,
sir.

Close, but not that close.

It observed the
Russian submarine
test fire a torpedo.

A Type-65. No problem.

It then fired
a new experimental
Shkval Two

which turned 180 degrees

came back and destroyed the
Vladivostok.

Sir, it's my understanding
that all torpedoes have
a fail-safe mechanism

to prevent that
from happening.

Not everything manufactured
in Severodvinsk

works the way it's
supposed to, Commander.

Are the Russians not aware
of the problems
with the
Shkval Two,
sir?

They sure as hell
are now.

Unimpeachable intelligence
reports confirm they are aware.

So, the Russians know
we didn't ram them
and they're just playing a game.

And it's working, isn't it, sir?

Russian brass would
rather blame

the Americans than themselves.

Admiral, I know
Captain Volkonov.

Sir, I cannot believe
that he's a part of this.

Probably isn't.
He plays the role of accuser

much better if he doesn't know
it's a lie.

Well, Captain,
even if the Russians

don't need to be told, why not
put it out there anyway

so the rest of the world knows
that we don't go around ramming
foreign ships and running away?

Because how we know what we know
gets into a highly classified
capability, Admiral.

How do women do on the test
the Navy uses

to predict success
in the military?

-They score higher then men.
-And women's reenlistment rates?

-Also higher.
-So, Captain,
your only objection

to not allowing women
to serve on submarines

is a matter of convenience?

Only if you consider
the $5 million it costs
to retrofit a single

Los Angeles-class submarine
for mixed-gender crews

to be a matter of convenience.

Not to mention
the weapons systems

you'd have to remove
from the boat

to accommodate
the women's facilities.

That's correct.

Every cubic inch
aboard a submarine

is already accounted for.

Wasn't that also true
of surface ships

where the Navy has managed
to find room for women?

Submarines are different, ma'am.

Evacuating sick or injured
submariners is hazardous

and if you were
under the polar ice cap

it's pretty damn near
impossible.

Surfacing also gives away
a submarine's position

and thus its protection.

Let the record reflect
that this applies

to the evacuation
of both men and women.

True, but last time I looked,
men couldn't get pregnant.

Thank you, Captain.
We'll take legislative notice
of that.

Naval regulations require
sending pregnant women ashore,
ma'am.

So, Captain, your objections
to putting women on submarines
are purely practical.

Correct, and I believe
any fair-minded woman

who actually cruised
aboard a submarine

would understand the reasons
for that.

-We accept.
-Ma'am?

You'd consider Colonel MacKenzie
fair-minded, wouldn't you?

Just tell her when
and where to deploy.

The committee will look forward
to her report.

[Renee]
Well, I don't blame
those submariners' wives.

If we were married,
I wouldn't want you locked

in some floating fraternity
house that just went coed.

Renee, it's a question
of trust, I think.

It's a question of propinquity.

-Propinquity?
-Yes.

What is propinquity?

People in close quarters
tend to become... close.

-Mm-hmm?
-Mm-hmm.

[
knock on door
]

-Hmm-mm.
-Mm-hmm.

Hmm-mm.

You want to get that?

Yes, I'll get it.

[sighs, clears throat]

You must be Renee.

Captain Volkonov.
And I thought

you and Harm
only talked about submarines.

When we were lost
in the Chechen mountains,
facing certain death,

he spoke only of you.

[Renee laughs]

Your friend is
a terrible liar.

It's true.

But very romantic.

You want a beer?

Yeah, sure.
Get me drunk...

and I'll tell you all our
secrets.

Maybe even teach you
the saber dance.

[chuckles]

Well, I will leave you
two to save the world.

-Bye.
-Bye.

It was wonderful
meeting you.

I was surprised
to hear from you.

Alex, the
Vladivostok
was not rammed
by an American submarine.

Harm... our governments
can fight it out now.

Your government lied to you.
It knows the truth.

It knows the truth,
you know the truth.

Everybody knows
the truth but me?

Actually, yeah.

How do you know
there was no ramming?

I can't say.

You mean you won't.

I can't. I, uh...

I don't have all the details.

So you're taking somebody's word
for it?

And I am to take yours.

Alex, I trust this information.

Your superiors would not lie,
but mine would?

I need you to trust me on this.

I do.

I do trust you.

How would you like
to see it for yourself?

See what?

That Russian submarines
don't sink...

if they are not rammed
by foreign boats.

Our Navy is taking some
journalists on a cruise

on another
Oscar Two submarine.

What is this?
A propaganda stunt?

Please. "Public relations."

And you're inviting me
to go along?

This Captain Baxter thinks

you are a Russian spy.

So, the least I can do for you
is to let you spy on us.

[chuckles]

Morning, Colonel.

-Morning.
-You're here early.

Admiral wanted
to see me at 0700.

Me, too.

You involved in the
submarine trip?

-Yeah.
-Why?

Because I'm a woman.

Hey, Tiner, would you, uh,
take care of this for me?

Sure, sir.

What, did Alex invite you?

Uh, no. Uh, Bobbi Latham
shanghaied me.

Onto a Russian sub?

What the hell
are you talking about?

What are you talking about?

Enter.

You two figure
this thing out yet?

Not quite, sir.

You are going on a Russian sub.

You are going on
an American one.

Admiral, I've already been
accused of disloyalty, sir.

I'm not sure a joyride
on a Russian sub

is going to help
matters any.

I can see your point.

Colonel?

I don't want to go either, sir.

Well, you don't want to go
to the last frontier?

Where no woman has ever served
even as the
lowliest seaman?

I-- I was speaking generally,
sir.

This woman really doesn't
like submarines.

-[knock on door]
-Enter.

-[Tiner] Captain Baxter's
here, sir.
-Send him in.

I believe you all
know each other.

[Rabb] Captain.

I would like you to know, sir
that this was not my doing.

Despite your closeness
with Captain Volkonov?

[MacKenzie]
I had no idea, sir

that Congresswoman Latham was
going to use me this way.

Despite your advocacy
in front of her committee?

-I never inte...
-Sir, this in no...

All right, all right.

Thank you, Admiral.

Commander, I'm going to expect

a full report on that
Russian submarine:

weapons systems, morale,
combat readiness.

-Yes, sir.
-And, Colonel...

Sir, Congresswoman Latham
can't order you or me...

No, but she can tie
our next appropriations request
up in knots.

Don't forget to send me
a copy of your report.

I'm sure it will make
for
scintillating
reading.

Bon voyage.

Uh... yes, sir.

Yes, sir. Captain.

[man]
Radar contact. Surface craft.
Designate Romeo Three.

Locking on Sierra Two.

Fire torpedo one.

Direct hit.

Damn your torpedoes!

Attention on deck.

At ease, gentlemen.

Bradley, Sandusky...

Colonel MacKenzie wanted
to meet some enlisted men.

-Ma'am.
-Ma'am.

I thought it wasn't customary
to snap to attention

on a submarine.

-Uh, it's not, ma'am.
-You see, Colonel?

You've already disrupted
our discipline and good order.

Occupational hazard, Commander.

You'd really want to be
a bubblehead, ma'am?

Tell me why I wouldn't,
Petty Officer?

Our watches are six
hours on, six off

seven days
a week, ma'am.

We never know whether
it's morning or night.

We're completely isolated
from home, ma'am.

Right now, we're close
enough to a Russian sub

to hit it with a six-iron.

And half the Russian fleet
is over our heads looking
for us, ma'am.

And you love it.

Well, we're family, ma'am.
I've got 120 brothers here.

Well, maybe it's time
for a sister.

I have great respect
for you as a lawyer, Colonel.

Thank you, Commander.

Last time you were here,
we thought we had a health
problem

you proved we had a murderer.

Well, we figured that
out with your help.

But usually, we don't need
a lawyer on a submarine.

Or a woman?

[Petersen]
Well, where is
the submarine, Gunny?

It's in the
Barents Sea, ma'am.

And you haven't heard from it?

Well, it's a Russian
submarine, ma'am.

This is the American Navy.

Well, don't they have
a radio, or something?

Don't we?

Submarines run silent, ma'am.

-Even when there are
women on them?
-Hey.

-Hey, Mick.
-Hi, guys.

Oh, Mick, I've got
those two tickets
the Colonel left for you.

-Washington Philharmonic.
-Oh, beauty.

Shame she's going
to miss it.

Mac's out of town, too?

Yeah, on a submarine
in the Barents Sea.

Harm's on a submarine
in the Barents Sea.

Colonel MacKenzie's
on the
Watertown.

Commander Rabb's on the
Minsk.

In the same sea.

Separated by steel bulkheads

and several million tons
of icy water.

Did you know about this?

I'm only the fiancee.

[laughs]

You like Tchaikovsky?

What do we have, Chief?

Two Russian frigates, Skipper.
Three and six miles away.

The near one's missing a stroke
on its #3 cylinder, port side.

You can hear that?

We hear a great deal, Colonel.

Petty Officer Grier's listening
to the spherical sonar
array in our bow.

Robinson's got
the towed array...

a string of hydrophones on a
cable trailing from our stern.

What about
that
Petty Officer?

Trestman's our opera fan.
He's listening to Pavarotti.

Right now, we're concentrating
on the Russian sub.

Con's keeping us in her baffles.

Is that the
Minsk?

That's what you're
listening to, ma'am.

Seven-bladed screw.
Pretty distinctive sound.

I gather it's because Commander
Rabb is aboard the
Minsk

that you requested my boat
for your field trip?

Or did you think we
might have another
psychopath onboard?

All else being equal, Commander,

I thought I might as well
keep an eye on him.

Well, unless you're telepathic,
Colonel

he's not even going
to know you're
here.

[man]
Regulations call
for daily allotment

of 2,400 calories
per crew member.

But we found way
to deliver 2,600

without increasing galley
storage space

by devising
denser foodstuffs.

Sit down, gentlemen.

This is public relations?

Russian
public relations.

This cheese...

is from goats.

Captain, we were led to expect
we'd be seeing more of the boat

than the galley and the mess.

You will.

Next, we'll go to
the berthing compartments

which have been reconfigured

for practical hobbies for morale
and recreation.

Eighteen cubic meters
are allotted for t'ai chi

and, uh, other
physical regimens.

My editors were promised
I would see the torpedo room.

-Perhaps later.
-And the reactor.

Off-limits, but you will
all have your photographs

taken in Helmsman's chair.

[man]
Commander Rabb...

what's an American Naval
officer's reaction

to what you've seen so far?

Cheese looks good.

[man 2] Isn't it odd,
being here, Commander

when the United States
is paying Russia

to dismantle
its submarine fleet?

Gentlemen, this is not my tour.

Only obsolete submarines
are being dismantled.

Our
Akula
and
Oscar Twos
are at full capability.

Except for those stuck
in the ice at Murmansk?

Not true.

Captain Volkonov?

Don't ask me.

I'm in the Army.

Lunch.

One of our specialties,
Perechnaya.

Uh, liver sausage baked
in a sheep's stomach

and
kefir,
fermented
buttermilk and yogurt.

I hope you're hungry, gentlemen.

[silverware clinks]

That was fun.

-You liked it?
-Yes.

-You ought to take Harm.
-Why?

To catch the parts
you slept through.

[laughs]

Oh, Mick, thank you
for saving me

from another night in solitary.

No worries.

You know, Harm's
a very lucky boy.

Mac, too.

Hey, Mick... [clears throat]

in all the time that Harm
and Mac spent together--

I mean, before
they knew us--

did they ever...?
I mean, do you know?

Navy policy, Renee.
Don't ask, don't tell.

Yeah, well, I wish I could add
"and don't think about it."

Harm's never, um...?

Oh, no, that would be
on a need-to-know basis.

I don't have clearance.

And you're afraid to ask?

Yep.

-Me, too.
-[laughing]

[Trestman]
Sausage and buttermilk.
Ice cream for dessert.

[Bradley] Again.

[speaking Russian]

I'm sorry, ma'am.

-Oh, I'm sorry.
-Mmm.

Ma'am? Uh, I just
wanted you to know

that I-- I think having
women onboard
would be positive.

-It wouldn't bother me at all.
-Thank you, Petty Officer.

Uh, sorry, ma'am.

-That's all right.
-Just had lunch.

I guess I got to cut
back on the seconds.

Sausage and buttermilk
will do that to you.

Ma'am, uh, we had
spaghetti and bug juice.

[Rabb]
So, what's next?

Souvenir T-shirts and
pictures with the Helmsman?

He was ordered to bring
the press aboard.

He's as trained in secrecy
as your submariners.

He's really not wild
about having me around,
either, is he?

Again, like
your submariners.

[Captain] Gentlemen, you wanted
to see more?

You're about to see
something very exciting.

[petty officer]
All right, I'm back.

Who's making noise?

A whale's farting,
a trawler's trawling

and the Russians are doing
their laundry, sir.

Chief...

When we finish with the
Minsk,
Colonel,

we'll do some angles
and dangles for you.

Maybe an emergency blow.

Lift us out of the water,
like Moby Dick.

No need to entertain me,
Commander.

Hell, it entertains me.

Skipper, we've got some activity
aboard the
Minsk.

-What kind of activity, Ears?
-They're about to
launch a torpedo.

How far along are they?

Well, the torpedo's off the rack
and it's onto the tray.

You can hear
that
on sonar?

We're pretty advanced, Colonel.

They've got a delay
with the loading ram, sir.

Somebody dislocated a shoulder.

You can't hear
that
on sonar.

You've got a Russian-
speaking Petty Officer
"listening to Pavarotti."

He knows what the Russians
are having for lunch.

You know what they're saying.
You can hear them speak.

I can neither confirm
nor deny that, Colonel.

But will you please
keep it to yourself?

Torpedo? Now you're talking.

Can I get down to
the torpedo room, Captain?

Get some pictures?

Captain, I assume you'll
be firing a Type-65?

I see our American friend
is familiar with our armaments.

-Well, a little bit.
-Then prepare to
learn a little more.

We're not firing a Type-65,
but a newer torpedo.

Rocket-propelled

twice as fast as anything
the Americans have.

We call it the
Shkval Two.

Ears, you're sure
that's what he said?

Yes, sir,
Shkval Two.

What's wrong
with the
Shkval Two?

Last time they test-fired
one, it did a 180

and sent the
Vladivostok
to the bottom.

-How do you know?
-We were there.

-Listening.
-Every word.

Right down to the
Skipper's last curse.

Commander, I assure you

the
Shkval Two
is fully
operational and safe.

You're saying the
Shkval Two
blew up the
Vladivostok.

There were reports that
they pulled the
Shkval Two

from testing
after the
Vladivostok
sank.

That's what
you couldn't tell me?

[Captain] Now, we can have
a panel discussion
at some later date.

Right now, we're going
to demonstrate

an advanced Russian weapon
that is going to make

a revolution
in undersea warfare.

Was there a problem with
the torpedo, Captain?

There was some concern
about the guidance computer
on the
Shkval.

The problem has been addressed.

[Rabb]
You sure about that, Captain?

Our scientists may not be
the highest-paid in the world,
Commander,

but they're still the best.

[speaking Russian]

That's "Commence firing
sequence."

The problem
wasn't
the guidance computer.

They're opening
the torpedo door.

[MacKenzie] You've got to stop
them from firing that torpedo.

Just how do you suggest
I do that, Colonel?

-Tell them what you know.
-And violate my orders
to run silent?

And give away the
secret of our voice
recovery technology?

Under NAVREGS,
Article 0925

you have an obligation
to aid vessels in distress.

Thanks for the legal advice,
Colonel.

But I'm also obligated
to avoid putting
my vessel into distress.

We are in a Russian Op area
with half their fleet above us.

Commander, we're the only
chance they have.

[speaking Russian]

The
Shkval
is far superior
to their American Mark 48.

More accurate,
more deadly

true remote retargeting without
the need of a connecting wire

-and fast-- 200 knots.
-200 knots?

American torpedoes
can't match that
can they, Commander?

No, they can't
but they generally don't hit
the submarines that launch them.

[speaking in Russian]

[sonarman] Russian submarine
Minsk,
this is the USS
Watertown.

Underwater telephone?

It works at short-range.

This is Commander John Flagler
of the USS
Watertown.

You must not fire
your
Shkval
torpedoes.

Captain Leopold Karnik,
are you there?

He knows your name?

You are in our waters,
Commander.

[Flagler]
Yes, Captain, I am.

And I am breaking silence
to tell you

that the
Shkval
remote
retargeting system is flawed.

What kind of trick in this?

No trick, Captain.

If you fire the
Shkval
and retarget it

it will home in on your signal
and destroy you.

It's what happened
to the
Vladivostok.

How would you know?

Because we were in its baffles
when it fired the torpedo.

You are lying.

Why would he lie, Captain?

He admits he was next
to the
Vladivostok.

Maybe what he heard
was the sound of his
own bow
ramming
it.

[Flagler]
Captain Karnik, trust me.

Trust you? For 50 years
your track our submarines,
invade our waters,

threaten us?

[sighs]

Captain Karnik,
this is Lieutenant Colonel
Sarah MacKenzie.

Mac? Does she follow
you everywhere?

Commander Flagler,
you have women
on your submarines?

You having a party?

We're telling the truth,
Captain.

The torpedo will kill you.

Now, I am to believe you?

We know what happens
inside your submarines.

[Karnik] Well, if you did
you'd know that
we are determined

to complete our demonstration.

Tell me what they've
been saying. Anything.

You can't tell them
that we can hear them.

Captain, listen to them.

I don't take orders
from Americans.

[LaGrange] Captain

it won't look good
if you lose another submarine.

[speaking in Russian]

[MacKenzie]
Captain, how was
the liver sausage at lunch?

Why did you cancel
yesterday's fire drill?

And when you told the Chief
of the boat

to bring vodka for your guests.

Why did you insist
on the cheap one?

Who told you these things?

[MacKenzie]
We have agents at Severodvinsk.

They planted listening devices
on every submarine

built there since 1986.

We heard what happened
to the Vladivostok
while it was happening.

This is
nonsense.

Then how did she know
what's been happening
on this boat, Captain?

You. You are CIA.

Captain, he's American
legal officer.

Transmitting messages.

-I don't know how.
-Why?

To keep us from showing
the world our advances.

To keep us under your thumb.

Captain, I can vouch
for Commander Rabb.

What did they do to you
in the United States?

Take you to Disney World
with Elian Gonzalez?

-Sir.
-You will answer
for your conduct

when we return to Petropavlovsk.

[speaking Russian]

They've begun their
countdown sequence.

[speaking Russian]

Captain, it won't
hurt you to wait.

You're endangering
your ship.

The world is watching us now,
Commander.

I will show you the
strength
of the Russian Navy.

Captain, we'd be happy to report
on its strengths tomorrow.

[speaking Russian]

Torpedo away, sir.

[Flagler]
Helm, get us out of here.

Right full rudder.
All ahead full.

Right full rudder,
all ahead full, aye.

There's got to be a way
to destroy it.

Hit a torpedo with a torpedo?
Our fish can't even
catch that thing.

If the
Shkval
circles back,
you won't have to outrun it.

A decoy would be
the only way.

That's what you have to do.

Colonel, our decoy
is a mark-two torpedo.

Look at our position.
To intercept the
Shkval
on its return

we'd have to fire
toward the
Minsk.

How do you think
Captain Karnik
would react to that?

[Karnik]
190 knots. 200 knots.

It would seem the launch
is a success, Commander.

Let it run, Captain.
Don't retarget it.

And miss the drone?

Yeah.

[speaking Russian]

They are retargeting.

[speaking Russian]

Your submarine has
fired a torpedo.

[speaking Russian]

At us!

[speaking Russian]

Commander, your people
want a war?

[Flagler]
Captain Karnik,
this is the USS Watertown.

-Do not be alarmed.
We had fired...
-Oh, I'm not alarmed.

[speaking Russian]

I will sink him.
He attacks me.

You are all witnesses.

[speaking Russian]

Captain, this doesn't
make sense.

If he wanted to attack you,
he'd have done it before.

He had every opportunity
when you didn't know
he was here.

Why would he announce himself?

Why would he risk his boat?

[speaking Russian]

The counter measures
aren't working, Skipper.

Impact in 15 seconds.

It has acquired our decoy, sir.

[Curley]
Five seconds.

The
Shkval's
turning away.

Attababy.

It's turning towards us!

Helm, turn starboard
heading 1-0-5.

Turning right,
heading 1-0-5, aye.

No, it's acquired the decoy.

Helm, belay my last.

Aye, aye, sir.

[indistinct]

[speaking in Russian]

[Volkonov]
Captain...

[clears throat]

maybe your could bring out
that vodka again.

Yeah, this time let's have
the good stuff, huh, Cap'n?

Nice shooting, Commander.

Nice talking, Colonel.

You'll have the Russians
tearing up every submarine

and their fleet
looking for bugs.

So, the presence of a woman
on the
Watertown

hasn't caused you any problems?

Not yet.

[chuckles]

Harriet, maybe we should have
had a "welcome home" party.

Oh, I don't know, Renee.
They're not really the
pomp-and-circumstance type.

-They're not?
-You know what I mean.

Colonel and the Commander
have been through so much.
Together.

He's with you now,
and the Colonel is engaged.

-Harriet, is she back yet?
-Any second, Mic.

I feel like one of those
women in an old war movie

waiting for her husband
to get off the ship.

Yeah, me, too.

[elevator bell dings]

Commander, Colonel,
welcome home.

-Sir.
-Thank you, sir.

Oh, Captain Baxter called

and was curious what your
report was going to say.

Well, that anyone
who's crazy enough to want
to be on submarines

should be welcomed to them.

[scoffs] Oh, and he sends
his thanks to you

for showing the world
that Russian submarines
are perfectly capable

of blowing themselves up--

the hard way as usual.

-[bell dings]
-[door closing]

[MacKenzie]
So, you knew I was there
before we called you?

Come on. I always know
where you are.

Kind of like my
sense of timing.

I think we both have an
incredible sense of timing.

[chuckles]

-Mic!
-Hey.

Well, welcome home, sailor.

-Hi.
-Good day, Marine.