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[ panting]

[ yawns]

[ muffled grunting]

[ beeping]

[ groans]

[ panting]

[ grunting]

-[ beeps] -[ explosion]

-[ beeps] -[ explosion]

-[ beeps] -[ explosion]

-[ beeps] -[ explosion]

[ 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. Shapirois 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 Pedroback.

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 Ellysonis 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 soundslike 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 thatthrough.

[ 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'tgo there,

Lieutenant, because you would.

What's youridea?

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, Ican.

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.

Youreturn to base."

KLY: TheEllyson 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 youholding 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, Ibelieved 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 andtaken 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 notorder 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.

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