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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 havepersonal 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 Wahooin 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 Vladivostoksank

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 Rougecollided

with the Russian Tura in the Barents Sea.

One year later, your Grayling struck one of ourOscar Twos.

And two weeks ago, your Greenvillesank 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 youthink?

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 Miamion 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 Watertownwas 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 scintillatingreading.

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?

Russianpublic 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 Akulaand 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 thaton sonar?

We're pretty advanced, Colonel.

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

Somebody dislocated a shoulder.

You can't hear thaton 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 Twois fully operational and safe.

You're saying the Shkval Two blew up theVladivostok.

There were reports that they pulled the Shkval Two

from testing after the Vladivostoksank.

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 Shkvalis 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 Shkvaltorpedoes.

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 Shkvalremote 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 rammingit.

[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 Shkvalcircles 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'sturning 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.