All language subtitles for The Hunt For Red October (1990).eng

Cold this morning, Captain.

Cold.

And hard.

It's time, captain.

It's time.

Time indeed.

What are you doing? You're supposed
to be upstairs sleeping.

Stanley keeps waking me up.

I get it.

Boy, are you getting heavy.

Don't let her pull more
than her usual nonsense.

Two stories, two glasses of water.

- Jack, you're going to miss the plane.
- Okay. Cricket, you listen to me.

Go upstairs with Mrs. Wheeler now
and go to sleep.

On my business trip,
I'll get Stanley a little brother.

- Will you promise?
- I promise.

- Can I get you anything, sir?
- No, thank you very much.

If you try and get sleep,
the flight will go faster.

I can never sleep on a plane.

- Turbulence.
- Pardon?

Turbulence. Solar radiation
heats the earth's crust,

warm air rises, cold air descends.

- Turbulence. I don't like that.
- Try to sleep anyway.

Dr. Ryan?

Jack, boy, get yourself in here.

- Jesus! You look like hell.
- Thank you very much, Admiral.

- Want coffee?
- I think I need some coffee.

I'm not going to ask you
how your flight went.

When's the last time
you got some sleep?

Oh, I don't know.
This thing's still on London time.

- Milk and sugar?
- Milk and sugar.

So how's Caroline?

Last time I saw her

was at your granddad's place
in Maine, wasn't it?

She's fine. Sends you her best.

- And Sally?
- She's fine.

What is she now, three?

No, she's a very precocious five.

She announced
to Caroline and I the other day

that her life would be
considerably less lonely

if we were to buy her a baby brother.

But she decided it would be enough
if we were to buy one for Stanley.

- Who's Stanley?
- Stanley's a bear.

All right. What's important enough
to get you on a plane

in the middle of the night?

British Intelligence
obtained these pictures two days ago.

She's the Red October,
the latest Typhoon class.

Big son of a bitch.

Twelve meters longer
than the standard Typhoon.

Three meters wider.
Captain's name is Ramius.

- One of yours?
- Yeah. I did the bio on him last year.

He's taken out the lead boat
in each new sub class for the last 10 years.

Fairly good political connections.

Trained most of their
attack boat skippers.

The Russians call him
Vilnius nastavnik.

The Vilnius schoolmaster.

- What are these doors?
- Those doors, sir, are the problem.

I don't know what they are.
Neither do the British.

Perhaps our friends in Murmansk
have come up with something new.

With your permission,
I'd like to show these photographs to someone.

- Do you know Skip Tyler?
- Sub driver.

He was. Got clipped by a drunk driver.
Lost his leg.

Now he's some teaching at the academy,
some consulting for navy labs.

- Clearance?
- Top secret or better.

Margie, have a car for Dr. Ryan
downstairs in 10 minutes.

Satellite caught Red October
in Polijarny Inlet this morning.

Do you hear it?

No.

Beaumont, at Cal Tech
we used to do this in our sleep.

You hear it now?

Wait a minute. Maybe.

- It's buried in surface clutter?
- Yes.

- I should go to SAPS?
- Correct, Seaman Beaumont.

Signal algorithmic processing systems.

Give it a week,
and you'll be teaching at Cal Tech.

So...

Like Beethoven on the computer,
you have labored to produce

a biologic.

- A what?
- A whale, Beaumont. A whale.

A marine mammal that knows
a hell of a lot more about sonar

than you do. Kill the SAPS.

Train over to 2-6-9 and let's try it again.

If he gets to ragging on you too bad kid,
you could always ask him about Pavarotti.

Cob, we don't have time for sea stories.

I was in the middle
of teaching Seaman Beaumont here

the intricacies of modern sonar. Now...

Yeah, and I ain't chief of the boat.
I'm actually Sheena, Queen of the Jungle.

- Cob, please.
- Come on, Cob. Tell me.

Okay. Fine. Go ahead.

Seaman Jones here,
he's into music in a big way.

He figures this whole boat is basically

just his own
personal, private stereo set.

- He gets this piece of Pavarotti...
- He was Paganini.

- Whatever.
- It was Paganini.

This is my story, okay?

Tell it right, Cob. Pavarotti's a tenor.
Paganini was a composer.

Okay. So he's got this music,
and he's got it out in the water.

He's listening to it on his headsets,
and he's just happy as a clam.

Then all hell breaks loose.

- There's a whole slew of boats out of San Diego...
-lncluding one way out at Pearl.

Including one way the hell out at Pearl.

All of a sudden,
they start hearing Pavarotti.

- Pavarotti...
- Coming out of their asses.

- What do I do?
- I got it.

Conn, Sonar.
New contact, bearing 0-9-7.

Designate contact number Sierra 3-5.

- Captain, aye. What've you got, Jones?
- Distant contact, probably submerged.

It's a wild guess,

but I'd say we hit a boomer
coming out of the barn.

Could be a missile boat out of Polijarny.

Okay. Start your track.
I'll be there in a minute.

Sonar, aye.

Time to open the orders, sir.

The Political Officer is in your cabin.

Very well.

You have the conn.

What are you doing?

I must oversee
the stability of the crew, Captain.

By invading my privacy?

Privacy is not a major concern
in the Soviet Union, comrade.

It's often contrary to the collective good.

"Behold, I am coming as a thief...

"And they gathered them together

"ln a place called...

"Armageddon."

"And the seventh angel
poured forth his bowl into the air,

"and a voice cried out
from heaven, saying,

"'lt is done.“

A man with your responsibilities
reading about the end of the world.

And what's this?

"I am become death,
the destroyer of worlds."

It is an ancient Hindu text
quoted by an American.

- American?
- He invented the atomic bomb,

and he was later accused
of being a communist.

You wrote
and underlined these passages?

No.

This book belonged to my wife.
I keep it for sentimental value.

I'm sorry, Comrade Captain.
Your wife was a beautiful woman.

Her death was unfortunate.

I'm only doing my job.
It is my responsibility.

How many agents
did the KGB put aboard my boat?

- Your boat, Captain?
- Yes.

This vessel belongs
to the people of the Soviet Union.

Besides, if the KGB
or the GRU has agents aboard,

I will be the last to know.

I suggest we open our orders, Captain.

Certainly, comrade.

"From Commander...

"Strategic submarine forces
red banner northern fleet."

We're to proceed north
to grid square reference 54-90

and rendezvous with
Alfa submarine Konovalov.

- Captain Tupolev's boat.
- You know Tupolev?

I know he descends from aristocracy
and that he was your student.

It's rumored he has a special place
in his heart for you.

There's little room in Tupolev's heart
for anyone but Tupolev.

Having made contact,
we are to run a series of drills.

Tupolev will hunt us
while we test our ship.

Having evaluated
the operational readiness

of the caterpillar drive,

we are to return to Polijarny
on or about the 16th of this month.

Captain, this is an historic moment for all of us.
I should like to make a request.

- Before you proceed, comrade...
- I know it's not protocol,

but would you permit me
to post our orders

and inform the crew of our mission?

Where I'm going, you cannot follow.

Dr. Petrov, report
to my cabin immediately.

There's been a dreadful accident.

Buddy!

Daniel, got any more rods? More rods!

Listen to me.
There's no cradle underneath it.

- Get it over.
- Relax! Stop being an old maid.

You want to come up here
and do it yourself?

- All right. Bring her up.
- What? What?

Ryan!

Who let you in here?

Skip, what, have they
got you playing with models now?

Damn it, Bill! Tell them to slow down!

I'm doing it. I'm doing it.
Slow it down, will you?

It's not a model.
The DSRV. Rescue sub.

I know what it is, I just never seen one before.
What are you doing with it?

We're rigging it
with a generic docking collar

so it'll mate with British, German...
Just about anybody's sub.

We can get it
anywhere in the world in 24 hours.

- How's your back?
-lt's fine.

Have you got a minute?

Bigger than a regular Typhoon.

- What are these doors?
- You don't miss much, do you?

Those are too big to be torpedo tubes.

Would you launch an ICBM horizontally?

Sure. Why would you want to?
They're symmetrical.

Right down the long axis of the sub.

- How about a towed sonar array?
- Nope. Too close to the screws.

I'll be...

This... This could be a caterpillar.

- A what?
- A caterpillar drive.

Magneto-hydrodynamic propulsion.

- You follow?
- No.

It's like a jet engine for the water.

Goes in the front,
gets squirted out the back.

Only it's got no moving parts,
so it's very, very quiet.

Like how quiet?

It's doubtful our sonar
would even pick it up.

And if it did,

it would sound like whales humping
or some kind of seismic anomaly.

Anything but a submarine.

We messed with this
a couple of years ago.

Couldn't make it work.

They really built this?
This isn't a mock-up or anything?

She put to sea this morning.

When I was 12,

I helped my daddy
build a bomb shelter in our basement

because some fool
parked a dozen warheads

90 miles off the coast of Florida.

This thing could park
a couple of hundred warheads

off Washington and New York,

and no one would know
anything about it until it was all over.

- Are you all right, Captain?
- Yes.

It's just to die for something
as petty as slipping on tea.

You're blaming yourself, Captain.
It was an accident.

- You'll feel better when we put in.
- Put in?

To base, Captain.

We cannot
go on without a political officer.

Doctor, this is a combat vessel
of the Soviet Navy,

and I'm a senior combat officer.

We do not cancel operations
because of accidents.

Seaman, come here.

Come here.

- Your name?
- Cook's Assistant Loginov, sir.

Good. I want you and the doctor
to witness this.

I'm removing
the political officer's missile key...

Carry on. And I'm keeping it myself.

Captain, I think we should report this
to Red Fleet Command.

I'm afraid that's impossible, Doctor.
Our orders are for strict radio silence.

Orders, sir.

- That's all, Loginov.
- Yes, sir.

This is most unnerving, Captain.

The reason for having two missile keys

is so that no one man may...

May what?

May arm the missiles.
Perhaps I should keep the key.

- Thank you. That'll be all, Doctor.
- Captain, l...

When I address the crew,
then you will understand.

Yes, sir.

- Petrov.
- Yes, sir?

I will try to forget your comments
when I present my report.

Thank you, sir.

Holding steady on 3-1-0.

Twelve knots at about 20,000 yards.

- Have you got a make on him?
- Computer's chewing on it, sir.

Twin screws.
The plant noise sounds like a Typhoon.

I'd say we got a new boat, sir.

Tommy, I miss
something on the boards the last few days?

SUBLANT hasn't said anything about it.

All right.

How many Typhoons
we got in the computer?

- Six, sir.
- Okay. Call this guy Typhoon 7.

Start a tape on him.
See if we can work in a little closer.

Yes, sir.

Won't he hear us?

Not if we stay
in his baffles, Seaman Beaumont.

Not if we stay in his baffles.

Come in behind his propeller,
and he's deaf as a post.

Any sonar contacts, Mr. Kamarov?

No contacts, Captain.
The sonar is clear.

Good. Do we have
any surface contacts, Mr. Borodin?

- No contacts, sir. Scope is clear.
- Good.

Then it is time
I explain our orders to the crew.

Comrades, this is your captain.

It is an honor to speak to you today,

and I'm honored to be sailing with you
on the maiden voyage

of our motherland's
most recent achievement.

And once more,
we play our dangerous game,

a game of chess,

against our old adversary,
the American Navy.

For 40 years,

your fathers before you
and your older brothers

played this game and played it well.

But today, the game is different.
We have the advantage.

It reminds me of the heady days
of Sputnik and Yuri Gagarin,

when the world trembled
at the sound of our rockets.

They will tremble again
at the sound of our silence.

- The order is engage for silent drive.
- Aye, sir.

- Ballast control, open outer doors.
- Yes, open outer doors.

Diving command.

Engage caterpillar
and secure main engines.

Doors opening, Captain.

Comrades, our own fleet
doesn't know our full potential.

They will do
everything possible to test us,

but they will only test
their own embarrassment.

We will leave our fleet behind.

We will pass through
the American patrols,

pass their sonar nets,

and lay off their largest city
and listen to their rock 'n' roll

while we conduct missile drills.

Then...

And when we are finished,

the only sound they will hear
is our laughter

while we sail to Havana,

where the sun is warm
and so is the comradeship.

Cryogenic plant
coming on line, Captain.

A great day, comrades.
We sail into history.

Caterpillar engaging.

Caterpillar engaging, Captain.

- What happened?
- I don't know.

- Full rudder left.
- Full rudder left.

Navigator. New course, 2-5-0.

- Yes, new course, 2-5-0.
- Steering 2-5-0.

Yes, course is 2-5-0.

Sonar contact, Captain.
Port quarter. Close aboard.

American, Los Angeles class.

- American. Captain, we...
- Course 3-1-0.

- Is the American turning to follow us?
- No, Captain.

The American is continuing
in his original course.

- He's continuing northwest.
- He can't hear us.

And the singing?

Let them sing.

What are you talking about?
Check your gear.

Running diagnostics now, Captain.

Sonar is working, Captain.
The Russian disappeared.

One minute, he was steady
4,000 yards off the bow,

and then he was gone,
and for a second, I thought I heard...

- Heard what?
- I thought I heard singing, sir.

- Singing?
- Yes, sir.

Good morning, sir.
I hope we had a lovely evening.

A little chilly this morning.

There's a letter there
from Marko Ramius.

Marko.

Yes?

No. This is Dr. Ryan.

What the hell happened?

Come on. This is no longer

a research project.

I got a line on those doors.

You know what they are?

- A nearly silent propulsion system?
- How did you know that?

The captain of the sub
following her radioed in.

They up and disappeared right in front of him,
and that's only the half of it.

Read.

I'm sorry.

- Got your l.D.?
- My God, this is unbelievable.

The Kirov, three Sverdlovs,
the Kiev, the Minsk.

They've sortied their whole bloody fleet.

That's about the size of it.

- Good afternoon, Admiral.
- Afternoon, Matthew.

Where are we going, anyway?

Briefing for Jeffrey Pelt,
President's National Security Adviser.

Most of the Joint Chiefs will be there,
along with a few other people.

- Who's giving the briefing?
- You are.

The yeoman will have all the slides
laid out for you.

So all you got to do...

Look, no one understands
this material better than you.

Just give him a rundown on the sub
and a précis of the stuff in your hand.

He's liable
to ask some direct questions.

Give him direct answers.
Tell him what you think.

Come on.

Gentlemen, the last 24 hours have seen

some extraordinary
Soviet Naval activity.

The first to sail was this ship,
we believe called the Red October

in reference
to the October Revolution of 1917.

A variant of the Typhoon class,
she's some 650 feet long

and 32,000 tons
submerged displacement,

roughly the same size
as a World War ll aircraft carrier.

We believe that these doors,
here on the bow and again on the stern,

enclose a unique propulsion system,

a magneto-hydrodynamic drive,
or caterpillar,

that would enable
the sub to run virtually silent.

It is possible that this new drive system

allowed the captain,
a man named Ramius,

their senior and perhaps
most respected commander...

Do we have his picture available?

Allowed Ramius to elude
one of our attack boats, the Dallas,

which trailed Red October
from harbor this morning.

It is also possible
that this drive system, if operable,

could render the Red October

undetectable to our SOSUS
warning nets in the Atlantic.

Mr. Ryan, would you characterize this
as a first-strike weapon?

That is a possibility, sir.

It is designed to approach by stealth

and to shower its target
with multiple independent warheads

with little or no warning before impact.

Goddamn thing's made to start a war.

Proceed, Mr. Ryan.

About the same time
the Dallas lost contact,

there were additional sailings from
Polijarny and from Leningrad

on the Baltic
and from the Mediterranean.

There are now
some 58 nuclear submarines

headed at high speed into the Atlantic.

This afternoon a satellite pass
over Polijarny found heat blooms

in the engineering plants
of the Kirov, the Minsk,

and more than 20 other
cruisers and destroyers,

indicating they were preparing to sail.

This constitutes the bulk
of the Soviet surface fleet.

Admiral Greer, your conclusions.

Sir, the data support
no conclusions as yet.

The absence of activity in the Pacific
suggests this could be just an exercise.

- It may have nothing to do...
- Suppose it's not an exercise?

Suppose this is the beginning
of a move against NATO?

NSA can speak for that, Mr. Pelt.

I must emphasize the extreme
sensitivity of this information

and that it not leave the room.

Before sailing, Captain Ramius
sent a letter to Admiral Yuri Padorin,

Chairman of the Red Fleet
Northern Political Directorate.

- That's her uncle.
- Whose uncle?

Ramius' wife. Padorin's her uncle.

Now, the contents
of the letter are unknown,

but Admiral Padorin
immediately demanded

a meeting with Premier Chernenko,
and within minutes of that meeting,

the Soviet fleet sailed with orders
to find Red October and sink her.

Sink her?

My God.
They've got a madman on their hands.

If it gets within 500 miles of the coast,

we'll have
less than two minutes' warning.

- Today's the 23rd, isn't it?
- What?

- Is today the 23rd?
- Yeah.

You son of a bitch.

You son of a bitch!

You wish to add something
to our discussion, Dr. Ryan?

Sir, I was just thinking

that perhaps there's
another possibility we might consider.

Ramius might be trying to defect.

Do you mean to suggest
that this man has come...

Proceed, Mr. Ryan.

Ramius trained most
of their officer corps,

which would put him in a position
to select men willing to help him.

And he's not Russian.

He's Lithuanian by birth, raised by
his paternal grandfather, a fisherman.

And he has no children,
no ties to leave behind.

And today is the first anniversary
of his wife's death.

Come on. You're just an analyst.
How can you read his mind?

I know Ramius, General.

He's nearly a legend
in the submarine community.

He's been a maverick his entire career.

I actually met him once
at an embassy dinner.

Have you ever met
Captain Ramius, General?

Admiral Hollis,

how long before Ramius could be
in a position to fire his missiles at us?

Four days.

All right. I'll brief the President.
That will be all, gentlemen.

Dr. Ryan,
would you stay for a moment, please?

I said speak your mind,
Jack, but Jesus...

You slammed the door
on the general pretty hard, Jack.

- That was not my intention, sir.
- Yes, it was.

He was patronizing you,
and you stomped on him.

In my opinion, he deserved it.

Listen, I'm a politician,
which means I'm a cheat and a liar,

and when I'm not kissing babies,
I'm stealing their lollipops,

but it also means
that I keep my options open.

So let's assume for a minute
that you're right

and this Russian intends to defect.

What do you suggest we do about it?

- We definitely grab the boat, sir.
- Wait a minute.

We're not talking
about some stray pilot with a MIG.

We're talking about

several billion dollars' worth
of Soviet state property.

They're going to want it back.

Maybe it's enough then

just to get some people onboard
and inspect it.

Call it whatever you want to...
A coast guard safety inspection.

So how do we proceed?

First, we need to contact
the commanders in the Atlantic directly.

The Russians get one whiff of this

through the regular
communications circuits,

the game is up.

Second, we figure out
how we can help them.

We devise a plan to intercede,
ready to go at a moment's notice.

Third, somebody's
got to go make contact with Ramius

and find out
what his intentions really are.

Okay. When do you leave?

Wait a minute.

The general was right.

I am not field personnel.
I am only an analyst.

You're perfect.

I can't ask
any of these characters to go.

They don't believe in it.

They'd never stake their reputation
on a hunch, whereas you...

Are expendable.

Something like that.

I'll give you three days
to prove your theory correct.

After that, I have to hunt down Ramius
and destroy him.

Will you do it?

Mother of God! Secure the mast!

All ahead, two-thirds!
Set depth to 900 meters!

- What is it? What's happened?
- Mast secured, helm at two-thirds.

- Commence heading 2-0-5.
-2-0-5, affirmative.

These orders
are seven bloody hours old!

Sitting on the bottom
like an addled schoolboy.

- Captain...
- Passing at...

- All ahead, flank.
- All ahead, flank.

Inquire of the engineer
about the possibility

of going to 105% on the reactor.

Seven hours.
The entire fleet is after him.

- Leveling at 900 meters.
- Very well.

Captain, engineer reports
105% on the reactor possible,

but not recommended.

Go to 105 on the reactor.

Captain, what is it?
Where are we going?

We're going to kill a friend, Yevgeni.

We're going to kill Ramius.

If you like borscht, perhaps,
but I've eaten better in an oiler's galley.

My wife said to the waiter,

"Where did this man
learn to cook, Afghanistan?"

So then we went on
to the Bolshoi, the ballet,

to see this new girl as Giselle.
You remember how beautiful she was.

- She just married a factory manager.
- Excuse me, Doctor.

Do you have the figures
for the latest batch of radiation tests?

- Now?
- Now.

Perhaps you could bring
the preceding set as well

for comparison.

Thank you, Doctor.

It will take him some time.

Before we begin, Captain,

I'd like to know
exactly what happened to Putin.

He didn't slip on his tea, did he?

I don't think I like your tone, Slavin.

What the hell's
my tone got to do with it?

- We're risking our lives here.
- Putin could've caused complications.

Did you think
he would just go away and sulk

while we carried out our plans?

Are you saying he was murdered?

- My God.
- Stop whining, Yuri.

- How can you justify murder?
- So he was murdered.

The man was a pig,

but it's a decision
we should've all made together.

You are not in command here.

If the crew finds out,
we could have a mutiny.

- What are you talking about?
- They could kill us all.

Everything that
happens on this ship affects us all.

The Master-at-Arms
is already suspicious.

- We could still go back.
- There will be no going back.

Before we sailed,
I dispatched a letter to Admiral Padorin,

in which I announced
our intention to defect.

In the name of God, why?

When he reached the New World,
Cortez burned his ships.

As a result,
his men were well motivated.

You have signed our death warrants.

- Padorin will send the entire fleet.
- Jesus, they'll find us.

They'll find us and...

No one's going to find us.
That's enough, Yuri.

You had to do it,

you couldn'tjust turn the submarine
over to the Americans.

You had to make a political statement.

Or was it something deeper, Captain,

something that made you
unable to slip away?

- Was it ego, Captain?
- We each have our reasons, Victor.

My own began the day I was handed
the blueprints for this ship,

a ship which had but one use.

And as for the rest,

those are things
that I alone must carry the burden for.

Anatoli, you're afraid of our fleet.

You should be.

Personally,
I give us one chance in three.

More tea, anyone?

No?

Then you may report back to your posts.

You heard the Captain. Dismissed.

Captain.

Captain, I would never
disagree with you in front of the men,

you know that.

But in this case, Victor is right.

It would've been better
if you had not informed Moscow.

Vasily.

Moscow is not the worry,
nor the whole Soviet navy.

I know their tactics.
I have the advantage.

No.

The worry is the Americans.

If we meet the right sort, this will work.

We get some buckaroo...

Some turbulence, Commander?
You don't like flying. This is nothing!

You should've been with us
five, six months ago!

You talk about puke!

We ran into a hailstorm
over the Sea of Japan, right?

Everybody's retching their guts out!

The pilot shot his lunch
all over the windshield,

and I barf on the radio!

Knocked it out completely,

and it wasn't
that lightweight stuff either!

It was that chunky,
industrial-weight puke!

You want a bite?

Jack, next time you get a bright idea,
just put it in a memo.

Sir.

That'll be all, Lieutenant. Thank you.

That hawkeye from Weymouth Trap?

Four wire.
Caught a gust over the fantail.

Not bad, considering.

- The gentleman is here to see you.
- The gentleman?

What the hell
you talking about, Charlie?

I apologize for the uniform, sir.

This is Admiral Greer's idea
of a low profile.

- You work for Jim Greer?
- That's right, sir.

Then I imagine you'll tell me
what all the hubbub's about.

Then I imagine you'll tell me
what all the hubbub's about.

Captain, you got a minute?

Jonesy's got something
I think you ought to see.

Martinez, get yourself a cup of coffee.

- Send me up some tea.
- Aye, Captain.

Messenger, get the captain a cup of tea.

Captain.

Sir, the moment that sub went silent
and I thought I heard some singing,

I heard something
in the background real faint.

After all those subs took off,
I caught it again and got it on tape.

I washed it through the computer
and was able to isolate this sound.

When I asked
the computer to identify it,

what I got was magma displacement.

You see, sir, the SAPS software

was originally
written to look for seismic events.

I think when it gets confused,
it kind of runs home to mama.

- I'm not following you, Jonesy.
- Sir, I'm sorry.

Listen to it at 10 times speed.

Now, that's
got to be manmade, Captain.

All right.

The first contact was at 09:15,
and the bearing was 2-6-9.

At 09:30, it was here.

I came back to it at 11:00 and 11:15,
here and here.

Remember the dispatch we got
about Russian sub skippers

running the Reykjanes Ridge
at high speeds

because they had hyper-accurate
surveys of the underwater canyons?

The front door to those canyons
was a formation called Thor's Twins.

Yeah?

Look at that.

- Right into Red Route One.
- Captain.

You may think I'm crazy,

but I'll bet that magma displacement
was actually some new Russian sub,

and it's headed for the Iceland coast.

Have I got this straight, Jonesy?

A $40 million computer
tells you you're chasing an earthquake,

but you don't believe it,
and you come up with this on your own?

- Yes, sir.
-lncluding all the navigation math?

- Sir, I've got all the...
- Relax, Jonesy. You sold me.

Tommy, I want you
to plot us a speed course

for the bottom end of Red Route One.

We'll never find him in those canyons.
First take us to periscope depth.

- This we got to phone in.
- Aye, aye, Captain.

Hang on, Jonesy.

If I can get you close enough,
can you track this sucker?

Yes, sir.

Now that I know what to listen for,
I'll bag him.

- Carry on.
- Yes, sir.

That's the craziest notion
I've ever heard.

A serving line officer?
An entire ballistic missile submarine?

They can't all want to defect.

Even if it's only the officers,
it's extremely difficult to believe.

- What's his plan?
- His plan?

Russians don't take a dump, son,
without a plan.

Senior captains don't start
something this dangerous

without having thought
the matter through.

What's he going to do,

sail into New York,
pop the hatch, and say here I am?

It might be just that simple, yes.

Things may appear simple
in the cubicle at CIA,

but in the middle of the North Atlantic

with a million tons of Soviet warships
bearing down on us,

they get more complex.

- Smoke?
- No, thank you.

And I don't think your notion
of a few days' inspection

is going to wash either.

In order to be of any value,
you'd have to tear it apart.

The metallurgy alone would
take a couple of months.

- Then we'd have to keep it.
- What're ya gonna do with the crew?

Ones that don't defect
will go back and say we got the boat.

Or do you plan to eliminate them?

We're not at war, sir.

So the only way for this thing to work is for you to get
them off the boat in such a way

that they think we don't have it,

and they'll go back and report
that we don't have it to their bosses.

Otherwise, this whole business
is just academic, right?

Yes, sir. I think I see your point.

When's the last time you slept?

Awhile.

- The chief outside will fix you up.
- Thank you, sir.

Captain.

It'll be dawn in a couple of hours.
We'll be in the CIC.

Things are liable
to get a little dicey around here.

Yes, sir.

- You think he's crazy?
- Certifiable.

No matter what his credentials,
I don't care for him wearing the uniform.

Did you see that ring on his finger?

- The academy, class of '72. A Marine.
- You're kidding.

- How did you...
- Greer told me.

Summer of his third year,
he went down in a chopper accident in the Mayotte.

Bad. Pilot and crew killed.

That kid spent 10 months in traction
and another year learning to walk again.

Did his fourth year from the hospital.

It's up to you, Charlie,

but you might consider
cutting the kid a little slack.

Russians are going to find that sub
before we get near it, anyway.

- Passing Thor's Twins, sir.
- Very good.

Passing the Twins now, Captain.

Very good.
You may commence your run.

- Call me at the first turning.
- Aye, Captain.

Mr. Kamarov.

- You may commence your run now.
- Aye, sir.

First leg on my mark, course 2-6-0.

Speed, 18 knots. Depth, 270 meters.

Five, four, three, two, one.

Mark.

Diving command, course 2-6-0.

- Course 2-6-0, aye.
- Speed, 18 knots.

- Speed, 18 knots, aye.
- Stop pissing, Yuri.

Give me a stopwatch and a map,

and I'll fly the Alps
in a plane with no windows.

If the map is accurate enough.

We're in the lane
and approaching first turn.

Come left to course 1-9-5.

In 30 seconds,
decrease depth to 200 meters.

Maintain speed.

Very good, Navigator.

Captain, we're approaching
the first turn.

Twenty-five seconds to course 1-9-5.

Increase speed to 26 knots
and recompute.

Aye, Captain.

Navigator, recompute for 26 knots.

Turn on my mark.

Five, four, three, two, one. Mark.

Diving control, come left to 1-9-5.

- Come left to 1-9-5.
- Up on the bow planes.

Course now 1-9-5
and maintaining speed 26 knots.

Mr. Kamarov?

Next leg, Captain,
come right to course 2-4-0 now at

eight minutes and 40 seconds.

Very good. Maintain course and speed.

Too fast, Vasily. Too fast.

Those charts are laid out precisely.
So many knots for so many seconds.

- And this thing handles like a pig.
- Watch your bearing, Mr. Slavin.

Fifteen seconds to turn, Captain.

- Should we decrease speed?
- Negative.

- Prepare to come right.
- Aye, sir.

Eight, seven, six, five,

four, three, two, one. Mark.

Fifteen degrees
down angle on the bow planes.

Come right 2-4-0. Move it!

We're in the lane.

Next leg 34 minutes
to the Neptune Massif.

Course 2-4-0.

What happened?

The cryogenic plant!
The magnets aren't cooling.

Temperature in the caterpillar
is 50 degrees above red line and rising.

- If we don't shut it off it's going to melt.
- Kill it! Shut it down!

- Captain?
- What happened?

- The cryogenic plant failed.
- Reactor damage?

There was a power spike,
but the reactor scrammed automatically.

- Was there any radiation leakage?
- I don't know yet!

- How long will it take to fix?
- I got to find what's wrong first.

Could be the liquid helium
or the superconductors.

Captain, we will have to stop
until we can repair the caterpillar unit.

Negative. We'll run
on normal propulsion.

Captain, we will not be silent.

Make revolutions for 20 knots
and engage the propellers.

Aye, Captain.

- Commence engine start-up.
- He'll get us all killed.

The Captain knows what he's doing.

Doctor.

Naval activities?

I have no knowledge of this.
But then, I never was a sailor.

Mr. Ambassador,
you have nearly 100 vessels operating

in the North Atlantic right now.

Your aircraft have dropped
enough sonar buoys

that a man could walk
from Greenland to Scotland

without getting his feet wet.
Shall we dispense with the bull?

You make your point
as delicately as ever, Mr. Pelt, but...

And what looks like an exercise
could be a prelude to war.

How can we tell the difference?

Prudence demands
that we deploy our ships to observe yours.

It would be well for your government to consider

that having your ships and ours,
your aircraft and ours,

in such proximity
is inherently dangerous.

Wars have begun that way,
Mr. Ambassador.

- We have lost one of our submarines.
- Lost it?

We fear she may be down, and...
This is most embarrassing, but...

Several of the crew of the officers
are sons of high party officials.

One is even the son
of a Central Committee Member.

I cannot say which of course.

You're telling me
this is a massive rescue operation?

That is correct.

I'm terribly sorry. How can we help?

- I'm not sure that...
- Perhaps a joint rescue mission?

That is very gracious of you, sir.
I'll pass your offer on.

But at this time,

I think we're doing everything
that can be done.

Captain?

Our strategy depends on your answer.
The entire fleet will know where we are.

Captain, Sonar. We've been overflown
by a low-altitude multi-engine turboprop.

Put it on audio.

Short transients, close aboard.

- Water entry of small objects.
- Sonar buoys.

- Battle stations.
- Battle stations!

- Battle stations!
- Battle stations!

How long to Neptune Massif?

- How long?
- Four minutes, 10 seconds.

Should we bottom the boat?

No. Too late now.
We've run out of time.

Countermeasures.
Prepare to launch a full spread.

Aye, sir.

Aircraft on computer guidance.
Request permission to launch the weapon.

You are authorized
to launch the weapon.

Weapon is away.

High speed screw!
Torpedo in the water!

Stand by.

Torpedo is active.

Torpedo has acquired.

- Launch countermeasures.
- Launch countermeasures. Aye, sir.

We're in the lane.

- How long till the turn at Massif?
- Two minutes, nine seconds.

We have no room
to maneuver in these canyons.

Shut up.

Torpedo has reached countermeasures.

- Torpedo has lost contact.
- Massif approaching.

Torpedo has reacquired.
Torpedo has reacquired and is homing.

Give me the count.

Turn at Massif
40 degrees starboard in 30 seconds.

- Time to torpedo impact?
- Torpedo impact, 35 seconds.

- Increase to flank.
- Full ahead flank.

- Full ahead flank.
- Full ahead flank, aye.

Torpedo impact now 40 seconds.

35 seconds.

30 seconds.

Turn at Massif in

seven, six, five, four,

three, two, one. Mark.

Torpedo impact 25 seconds...

- The turn, Captain.
- Not yet.

Mark plus eight seconds.

Plus nine, plus 10 seconds,
plus 11, plus 12,

plus 13 seconds, plus 14,
plus 15 seconds.

Captain, we're out of position
by a boat length.

Torpedo impact now 15 seconds.

Sound collision.

- Sound collision.
- We're out of the lane!

- You're relieved.
- Borodin?

Right full rudder!
Reverse starboard engine!

Right full rudder.
All back starboard shaft.

All back starboard shaft!

Torpedo impact 12 seconds,

10, nine, eight, seven, six, five...

- Captain, they're really shooting at us!
- Pull yourself together!

Why?

Boy! Easy, boy.

If they were really shooting at us,
we'd be dead by now.

Give me some line.

I found out what happened
to the caterpillar.

The buffer circuit has been torn out.

It was only a matter of time
before an overload shut it down.

- What are you saying?
- Whoever did this

knew how to cripple the caterpillar
in a way not easy to find.

Captain, we have a saboteur on board.

It can't be any of the officers.

They had all the time in the world
before we were put to sea.

Must be a member of the crew.

Move along Putin's cabin.

Check his files
for information on the crew.

We may have
to put them off before we planned.

The average russky, son,
don't take a dump without a plan.

Wait a minute.

We don't have figure out how to get
the crew off the sub. He's already done that.

He would have to.

All we have to do is figure out
what he's gonna to do.

How is he gonna
get the crew off the sub?

They'd have to want to get off.

How do you get a crew
to want to get off a submarine?

How do you get a crew
to want to get off a nuclear sub...

I know how he's gonna get the crew off the sub, admiral.

Not now, Jack.

Yankee One star base, Yankee One star base,
say again status, over.

- Star base Yankee One, declaring an emergency.
- Yankee One Star base , declare an emergency, over.

Yankee One, requesting vectors.

Yankee One, vector 2-7-0, speed is buster, over.

Yankee One's losing
hydraulic pressure.

Say again, Yankee One, say again.

Bear Foxtrot got too close to the group.

One of the F-14s tried to crowd him
off course and they bumped.

He's got stabilator damage and he's losing hydraulic fluid.

They're trying to get him
back aboard now.

Busy morning.

During the night, a line of Russian attack subs have taken up station
off every eastern coast port.

We're up here, here.

The New Jersey and her group are moving up the coast

while the Russians,
aside from maybe over 100 Bear Foxtrots,

have a row of attack subs, followed by several surface groups.

- That's a lot of firepower.
- For a rescue team, yes.

There's something else strange.

They're banging away with their active sonar
as if they're looking for something,

-but nobody's listening.
- What do you mean?

Well they're moving at close to 30 knots. At that speed they could run over
my daughter's stereo and not hear it.

They're not trying to find Ramius.
They're trying to drive him.

Drive him where?

The hounds to the hunters.

Your sub captain's
going to make it to America alright Mr Ryan.

He's going to die within sight of it.

His wing man
kept requesting permission to fire.

Somebody messes up in a situation like this,

we're gonna be in the biggest naval battle
since the Jutland.

Jesus!

Water's too cold to eject him.

- Air boss will try to bring him aboard.
- Excuse me sir, what's this sub off by herself?

Bart Mancuso's boat.

He's going to the bottom
of Red Route One.

He's had intermittent contact
with what his computer calls a magma displacement.

- He's got this crazy idea that...
- Magma displacement?

- Is that like a seismic anomaly?
- I suppose so. Why?

Admiral, is there a way you could get me
onboard the Dallas?

What the hell for?

I think Captain Mancuso's
found the Red October.

He hasn't found anything, Jack.
He's just waiting. He's not even sure what he's heard.

Sir, this silent propulsion system

could easily be mistaken
for something...

The only way to get you onto Dallas
is to fly you out to a chopper.

The only way to get you that far north

is to strip it down and turn
into a flying gas can.

Excuse me admiral, Yankee One is on final.
Rescue personnel are in place.

Pick up your left wing.
You're drifting left. Power, power!

Wave off, wave off!

Eject, eject, eject!

Fire, fire! Fire on the flight deck!

This business will get out of control, it'll get out of control
and we'll be lucky to live through it.

Fire on the flight deck. Fire on the flight deck.
All hands lend assistance.

The bird's loaded down
with enough fuel to get you there,

but Dallas may not be there.

We're trying to get a message to her.
But if she's gone deep, it's dodgy.

If you have to ditch...

If you have to ditch,

don't think about anything
but the survival gear.

At this water's temperature,
you'll have about four minutes.

I'll try to remember that.

Next time, Jack,
write a goddamn memo.

Diving officer,
make your depth 6-5-0 feet.

Make my depth 6-5-0 feet.

Sonar, Conn preceding
below the thermal layer.

- The captain's sacked out?
- Yeah.

- Auxiliaries proceed 5,000 pounds.
- What about him?

He won't leave.

Conn. Sonar, hold.
No contacts on bearing 2-9-5.

You know, I seen me a mermaid once.

I've even seen me
a shark eat a octopus,

but I ain't never seen
no phantom Russian submarine.

We're emerging
from the route, Captain.

I've ordered
a routine clearing of the baffles.

We'll be making
the first turn in a few minutes.

The caterpillar is operational
and appears to be running normally.

The crew know about the saboteur.
They are afraid.

That could
be useful when the time comes.

You know, we could make
the Labrador Coast in 16 hours.

Half of them
would freeze before they were rescued.

No, it's Massachusetts or Maine...
In 48 hours.

Two days.

Do you think
they will let me live in Montana?

I would think
they'll let you live wherever you want.

Good. Then I will live in Montana,

and I will marry a round
American woman and raise rabbits,

and she will cook them for me,
and I will have a pickup truck.

Or a...

Possibly even a recreational vehicle

and drive from state to state.

- Do they let you do that?
- Yes.

- No papers?
- No papers. State to state.

All right. Commence your turn.

Well then in winter I will live in Arizona.

- Actually, I think I will need two wives.
- At least.

- Possible aspect change on target.
- Sonar, Conn. Aye.

Concur possible
target zig based on bearing rate.

- Conn! Sonar! Crazy Ivan!
- All stop! Quick quiet!

- All stop, aye.
- Engine's all stopped.

What's going on, Jonesy?

Russian captains
sometimes turn suddenly

to see if anyone's behind them.
We call it Crazy Ivan.

The only thing you can do is go dead,

shut everything down,
and make like a hole in the water.

So what's the catch?

Catch is a boat this big
doesn't exactly stop on a dime.

If we're too close,
we'll drift right into the back of him.

What about you?
What do you look forward to?

I.-

I have no such appetites.

Now, let's see if he can hear us.

There must be something.

What is it?

I miss the peace of fishing

like when I was a boy.

Forty years I have been at sea.

A war at sea.

A war with no battles.

No monuments.

Only casualties.

I widowed her the day I married her.

My wife died
while I was at sea, you know.

Post guards in the engineering spaces.

If he can get to the caterpillar,
he can get to somewhere more vital.

- Where is he, Jonesy?
- Conn, Sonar.

Target is now coming out
of our starboard baffles.

My read is that
he is returning to base course.

Concur. He's returning to course 2-1-0.

He went right around us.

We'll give him another 30 seconds,
then secure from silent running.

Captain?

Here's what we got on the ELF.

- Thanks.
- Aye, sir.

What is it?

You're not going to believe this.

Commander, we are
approaching no return.

Dallas has apparently
not gotten the message.

- We have to turn back for the carrier.
- Give it a couple more minutes.

Negative. Fuel status
says we turn around now.

Wait a minute. Fuel status?
You got a reserve, don't you?

Yes sir, I've got a 10-minute reserve,

but I'm not allowed
to invade that except in time of war.

Mister, if you don't get me on that goddamn submarine,
that just might be what you'll have. YOU GOT ME?

You got 10 minutes worth of fuel.
We stay here 10 more minutes.

Yo! Puddle it up, Jo, I got a submarine
at around 3:00. About 2 miles.

Okay, Tony, hook him up.

Okay Commander. I'll be lowering you down
to the submarine now. I'm gonna take a loose collar.

Give me an eight minute clock.
Let's hope this thing runs on fumes.

- Very well. Surface the ship.
- Surface the ship. Aye, sir.

Whoever this guy is,
he's in for one hell of a ride.

Okay, Commander,
go ahead and sit down.

- You ever do this before?
- Once. On a calm day off Hawaii.

There's no reference point. The pilot will have
a helluva time keeping it steady.

Don't take chances getting grounded.
Keep that rod in front of you.

In air like this,

the rotors will
put out enough static electricity

to light up Chicago.

Why I joined the Navy.

I got a diver's in the escape trunk
in case this guy goes in the drink.

We may need him. Somebody must have a burr up his ass
to go for a stunt like this.

All right. Ready! Ready!
Get your hook up!

Commander, remember,
if I got to bring you back up,

I'm going to shake the wire. When you look up at me,
I'm gonna give you a thumbs up, like this.

Remember to cross your arms.
Got it? Okay. Out you go.

Passenger's out the door.

Passenger's halfway down,
drifting forward. Start forward.

All right, Tommy.
Get the hook on his cable.

On his cable. Now, watch it.
Don't touch him. Okay, here he comes.

No!

It would be easier
without that bloody crosswind.

Where is he? I can't see him.

Don't touch him!

Jack!Jack!Jack!

- This is never going to work.
- Okay, reel him back in.

Tony, what's the hell's going on back...

What happened? Dallas,
have you got a swimmer standing?

Emergency stop! Man overboard!
Port side! Send out the diver!

Very well, Dallas. We are history.

Get the doc down here!
I'll be in the escape trunk.

Down ladder!
Down ladder! Make a hole!

Watch his head. Watch his head.

How do you do, Captain?
It's a pleasure to be aboard.

I have to talk to the President.

Of course.
May I inquire as to the subject?

It seems that the initial reports
that one of our submarines was missing

were not completely accurate.

The submarine in question

is commanded
by Captain Marko Ramius.

Apparently, he has suffered
a kind of mental or nervous breakdown.

Just before he sailed,

he posted a letter
to Admiral Yuri Padorin

in which he announced his intention to...

To fire his missiles
on the United States.

Why didn't you tell me this
the last time we met?

In my position
I'm sometimes compromised

by the fact Moscow
doesn't always tell me everything.

So one of your
submarine captains has gone insane?

- What do you want from us?
- You offered your assistance.

That was a rescue mission.

Now you want us to help you
hunt him down and kill him.

I have been instructed
to ask your president for precisely that.

Find him? We already found him.
We had to break off to come pick you up.

- Captain, excuse me. Coffee?
- Thank you.

- Cigarette?
- Don't smoke.

Assuming we can find him,

just what exactly
am I supposed to do about it?

Captain, radio.

We're receiving flash traffic
on the VLF emergency circuit.

Very well. Bring it down.

Well Mr. Ryan?

- Chief, excuse us for a second.
- Leonard, come on out of there.

The sub we're after
is called the Red October.

She's under the command
of a man named Ramius.

Now, there's the possibility

that he and a good portion of his crew
are attempting to defect.

Defect?

Excuse me.

You say the boat's called
the Red October?

- That's right.
- Skipper's Ramius?

Right.

It seems the circumstances
have changed somewhat, Mr. Ryan.

Get this man some dry clothes.

- I'll be in the conn.
- Aye, aye, sir.

"National Command Authority

"informed Soviet
Typhoon-class submarine Red October commanded by Marko Ramius

"is potential renegade

"and threatens
independent missile launch.

"You are authorized to
use any necessary force

"to prevent said submarine

"from approaching the coast
of the United States."

Left 10 degrees rudder
steady on course 2-6-5.

Left 10 degrees rudder
secure course of 2-6-5.

Make turns for 14 knots.

Chief of the watch, rig for red.
Rig the conn for red!

Time Quartermasters and Navigator
on the deck in the conn.

What's going on?

- Battle stations are manned and ready.
- Very well.

- Captain, I have to talk to you.
- Not now.

Tommy, make your depth 1,200 feet,
20 degrees down angle.

Diving Officer, make your depth
1,200 feet, 20 degree down.

Full dive on fair water planes.
Full dive on stern planes.

Twenty degree down.

Passing 450 feet, going to 1,200.

Five hundred.

Six hundred.

Seven hundred.

Did you get a good fix?

- Yes, Captain.
- Very well.

At ordered depth, 1,200 feet.

- Sonar, Conn. You got mm, yet, Jonesy'?
- Very faint, sir. Hold on.

Yes, sir. Contact Typhoon 7
on bearing 2-5-0.

Right where he's supposed to be.

- Any sign he's alerted to our presence?
- No sir. Operating as before.

Come left 2-6-5.
Bring us up behind him quietly, Tommy.

Aye, aye, Captain.

Diving Officer,
make your depth 500 feet.

Captain, please listen to me.
Two minutes, that's all.

- Plot, time to intercept his track.
- Four minutes, Captain.

Very well, Mr. Ryan. Two minutes.

I understand that message. It makes perfect sense.

Look at the situation,
Ramius intends to defect.

The Russians know this,
which is why they've been trying to sink him for the past two days,

but they haven't been able to...

- Cap'n, I have a firing solution.
- Very well.

Captain, you have to listen to me.

The Russians will stop at nothing
to prevent Ramius from defecting. They're desperate.

They've invented
this story that he's crazy

because they need our help to sink him
before he can safely contact us.

Weapons Control, I want full safeties.
We're so close I don't want this fish coming back at us.

- Full safety aye sir.
- Captain, I know this man.

- Has he made any Crazy lvans?
- What difference does that make?

- The next one will be to starboard.
- Why? Because his last was to port?

Because he always goes to starboard
at the bottom half of the hour.

Flood tubes one and two. Assign presets,
warm up the weapons.

Captain there has to be some way you could establish contact
without violating your orders.

I'm telling you he wants to defect!

Mr. Thompson, call Chief Watson
to the conn with his sidearm.

Conn, Sonar.
Signal to noise ratio's dropping.

Possible aspect change in target.

Concur possible target zig
based on bearing rate.

Conn, Sonar. Crazy Ivan!

Captain.

Captain, he's turning.

- Which way is he turning Jonesy?
- To the starboard, sir.

Give the man a chance.

All back full.

- Captain, say again.
- I said all back full!

Back full. Aye, sir. Engines back full.

We're cavitating. He can hear us!

- Conn, aye. All stop.
- All stop, aye.

All right. We just unzipped our fly.
Mr. Thompson, open the outer doors.

Firing point procedures.

Now, if that bastard
so much as twitches,

I'm going to blow him right to Mars.

All stop rudder amidships.

What's going on?
Can you identify the contact?

American Los Angeles
class attack submarine bearing 0-1-5...

Captain, sharp metallic transients.

He may be trying to open
his torpedo tube doors.

Outer doors are open
on tubes one and two.

- We're ready to shoot.
- Very well.

My orders are specific, Mr. Ryan.

Captain, he's has opened his outer doors
and he's preparing to fire.

Flood tubes three and four
and plot a solution.

Aye captain, flood tubes three and four.
Plot solution.

Shall I open the torpedo tube door, sir?

- Captain, shall I open outer doors?
- No.

Lock the firing solution
into the computer.

Do not open the doors.

Aye, Captain.

Lock solution into computer.

Conn, Sonar.
Target's flooded his tubes.

Has he opened his outer doors?

Negative, Captain.
He's just sitting there. Hold on.

- Hull popping. Target's coming shallow.
- What's that mean?

That means he's a very cool customer,
your Russian.

He knows we're here
and ready to shoot.

He's not gonna provoke us.

He's heading to periscope depth
to see what's on the surface.

- What's his course?
- His course is 2-7-0, due west.

- Bring us alongside him.
- Aye, aye, Captain.

Sonar, Conn. Report all contacts.

Conn, Sonar. My only contact
is Typhoon 7, bearing 1-9-5.

- Very well. Fire control, range to target?
- Range is 300 yards.

Make your depth 65 feet.

Diving Officer, make your depth 65 feet.

He wants to go up and take a peek.
We'll play along.

- Going to 45.
- Going to 45.

- Weapons status?
- Weapons are armed.

Tubes three and four are flooded.
But outer doors are closed.

- Twenty-five meters.
- Depth 25 meters.

Mark this bearing.

You wanted to talk to him, Mr. Ryan.
There he is.

What do you want to say?

- Will he be the only one looking through the periscope?
- Probably.

We'll have to chance that.

"U.S. told
you intend missile launch." Break.

"Do not approach U.S. coast
or you will be attacked." Break.

"If intention is other
will you discuss option?" Break.

Can he acknowledge with a single ping?

Yeah, he can. The question is, will he?

Verify our range to target.
One ping only.

Aye, Captain.

I'll be damned. Now what?

All right.

"If defection

"you plot course toward..." The chart.

I need a chart. No. No.

Okay. Where the hell are we?
Someplace deep. Someplace deep.

Okay. Okay!

Send them this!

- You out of your mind?
- Just send it.

Tell me one thing.

How did you know
he was going to go to starboard?

I didn't.

I had a 50/50 chance.
I needed a break. Sorry.

That's all right, Mr. Ryan.
My Morse is so rusty

I may be sending dimensions
on playmate of the month.

Reverify our range to target.

- One ping only.
- Captain, I just...

Give me a ping, Vasily.
One ping only, please.

Aye, Captain.

What the hell is this about?

The Russians want us to sink her.
We might have to do that.

We must give
this American a wide berth.

Let us turn south.

Mr. Kamarov.

- Plot a new course due south.
- Yes, sir.

New course 1-8-0.

It's the reactor! Shut down the reactor!

- Seal the ventilation system!
- The ventilation controls have failed!

Everybody out. Clear the compartment!

Out!

Ventilation system, shut it down now.

They don't respond.
The controls don't respond!

Bypass it. Seal it manually!
Move! Shut it off.

Melekhin, say again.

Suffered a leak in
the primary coolant tube,

so shut down the reactor,

but the ventilation
circuits have been disabled.

The coolant appears
highly contaminated.

I knew there was damage
when the caterpillar went down.

Radiation alarms activating
in all compartments.

Engineering is heavily contaminated,
and radiation's moving forward.

Get to periscope depth.
Ventilate with outside air.

Aye, Captain. Periscope depth!

- Prepare to ventilate!
- Ventilating won't do anything.

- We've got to get them off.
- What's the battery condition?

- Four hours. Six, if we're cautious.
- Engage battery system.

We've got a level one radiation leak.

Every surface
of this ship's contaminated.

We've got to get the men off.

Sir, we have been sabotaged!

- Who said anything about sabotage?
- Captain!

Sir, I'm afraid the doctor is right.

Very well.

Surface. We'll evacuate
the men to the deck.

Aye, Captain. Surface the ship!

Prepare to muster
all personnel to escape hatches.

Break out the rafts.
Lash them to the deck.

We'll use them as shelters
until the fleet arrives.

Make sure the count
is accurate, Doctor.

- We must get the entire crew out.
- Yes, sir.

Master-at-arms reports rafts secure
and evacuation proceeding.

Very good.

We'll rotate through the conn.

No officer will spend
more than 20 minutes below deck.

- Will that be satisfactory?
- Completely, Captain.

Surface contact, 2-7-0,
six miles and closing fast.

- It's a warship.
- What? Here? Can you identify it?

It's a frigate, U.S., probably,
Perry class. He's signaling.

"Red October. Red October.
Halt and stay where you are.

"Do not attempt to submerge,
or you will be fired upon."

Captain, I think he means to board us.

You will go with the crew.

The officers and I
will submerge beneath you

and scuttle the ship.

You'll receive
the Order of Lenin for this, Captain.

We're going to cast off.
The captain's going to scuttle the ship.

He's going down, sir.

Put a shot across his bow.
Come right at 1-8-0.

Seahawk One, this is bravo command.

She's ready.

Seahawk One,
release on my command.

Drop now, now, now.

Range to target, 900 yards.

Eight hundred yards.

Seven hundred yards.

Six hundred yards.

Five hundred yards.

Four hundred yards.

Three hundred yards.

The torpedo is detonated.

Now, understand, Commander,
that torpedo did not self-destruct.

You heard it hit the hull.
And I was never here.

Contact Dallas. Give them the go.

Advise Dallas. Get the DSRV moving.

Dallas, this is Rueben James.

There are about two million things

that can still go wrong with this stunt.

Central Intelligence Agency.
Now, there's a contradiction in terms.

How's the coffee, Ryan?

Dallas, this is the Mystic.
Request clearance for launch.

Mystic, Dallas.
You're cleared for launch.

Hatch is secured.

Life support, normal.
Prelaunch checks complete.

- We're ready to launch.
- Aye.

- Flood the skirt.
- Flood the skirt. Aye.

Skirt's filled and equalized.
Soft seal. Ready to lift off.

Okay. Let's do it.

We're off.

Thrusting port.

- Six hundred yards and closing.
- Steer right to course 0-7-5.

Four hundred.

Two hundred yards.

One hundred yards.

Hit the lights.

Jesus, that's a big sucker.

- Okay, we're in position.
- You can open the hatch.

Hold it a second. Jonesy.

Mr. Ryan.

He's defecting.

- And he can't change his mind?
- He's not going to change his mind.

You willing to bet your life on that?

- Sir, could you hand me that hammer?
- Yeah.

Americans.

He's turning green.

What's so funny?

The captain seems to think
you're some sort of cowboy.

You speak Russian.

A little.

It's wise to study
the ways of one's adversary.

Don't you think?

It is.

I doubt you'd remember,

but we met once
at the Consulate in Leningrad.

Along with your wife. I'm very sorry.

What gives you the right
to fire on my ship?

- Your signal said nothing of a torpedo.
- Ryan.

It was necessary
to maintain the illusion for your crew.

- My crew are being rescued, yes?
- As we speak.

- You sent the signal.
- That's correct, sir.

Then how did you know
our reactor accident was false?

That was a guess,
but it seemed logical.

Very well.

I present you the ballistic
missile submarine Red October.

My officers and I request asylum
in the United States of America.

It's a pleasure, sir.
Bart Mancuso, USS Dallas.

Torpedo. The Americans
are shooting at us again.

The pitch is too high.
The torpedo's Russian.

What do you mean another torpedo?
Where the hell did it come from?

Conn, Sonar. New contact. Sierra 4-1.
Alfa class Soviet submarine.

Why don't I have a detonation?

The weapon enabled
on the far side of the target.

It passed Red October before arming.

Fire again with the right settings
and reload both tubes.

Get me power.

- Get that damn thing off my boat.
-lt's off.

I think somebody shot a torpedo at us.

- No shit, buckwheat. Get out of here.
- Where am I...

The Captain is fighting them.

The Captain is fighting the Americans.
The Captain is fighting the Americans.

Borodin, fire control.

- Ryan. Sit here.
-I'm not a naval officer. I'm with the CIA.

- CIA?
-I'm not an agent.

I just write books for the CIA.

Whatever. Sit down.
And do exactly what I tell you.

DSRVs away.

There's a Russian Alfa
8,000 yards to starboard.

I think it's the Konovalov.

- Increase the flank.
- Increase the flank.

- How?
- That knob. Turn right full.

All ahead flank. Right full rudder.

- He's shooting again, sir.
- Go to battle stations.

- Battle stations.
- Chief of Watch, man battle stations.

Torpedo in the water. Bearing 3-1-5.

- Make range 7,000 yards.
- Steer right 3-1-5.

- That's heading into the torpedo.
- Steady, bearing still 3-1-5.

- Estimated range, 6,000 yards.
- Still 3-1-5.

Steer right till this reads 3-1-5.

No, that's wrong.
Ryan, don't turn that god damn wheel.

3-1-5.

You're heading straight
into that torpedo.

- Yes.
- Doing what?

- He's turned into the torpedo's path.
- What?

Red October's turned directly
into the torpedo's path, sir.

Mother of God.

Torpedo steady, bearing 3-1-5.
Range, 5,000 yards.

Melekhin, more speed.

Negative.
We are already running 110%.

Then get me 115%.

Estimate range 3,000 yards.
Closing awfully fast.

He's heading right into the torpedo.
What's he trying to do, kill himself?

We have a firing solution
on the Russian Alfa.

- Can we shoot back?
- They didn't shoot at us.

I can't attack a Soviet submarine
without authorization.

Torpedo bearing, steady at 3-1-5.
Best range, 900 yards.

Torpedo impact, 20 seconds.

What books?

- Pardon me?
- What books did you write?

I wrote a biography on Admiral Halsey
called The Fighting Sailor,

about naval combat tactics.

I know this book.

Torpedo impact...

Your conclusions were all wrong, Ryan.

- Ten seconds.
- Halsey acted stupidly.

Nine, eight, seven, six,

five, four, three, two...

Torpedo impact...

Now.

I'll be damned.

- What happened?
- Combat tactics, Mr. Ryan.

By turning into the torpedo,

the captain closed the distance
before it could arm itself.

- So that's it?
- Not quite.

Right now, Captain Tupolev

is removing the safety features
on all his weapons.

He won't make the same mistake twice.

- Vasily, have you plotted a solution yet?
- Aye, Captain. It's a little rough, but l...

- Gunfire?
- That's what it sounded like, sir.

- Won't change his mind?
-lt's one of the crew.

Whoever he is,
he's having second thoughts.

I would like to have seen Montana.

Captain, he stumbled forward
into the missile bay.

We're showing a silo hatch warning
port side, number 20.

- He can't launch a missile.
- No, but he can blow one up.

- Captain, take the conn.
- Fire control's blasted to hell.

- Then get behind him and stay there.
- Captain, wait.

You may need this, sir.

Thank you.

Don't just stand there, Ryan.
Go with him!

- You, you speak English?
- Yes, sir.

Get your butt over here.

Captain, torpedo broke off on impact.

Set the safety ranges for zero.

I cannot go any faster.

We must get him
before he gets to the ignition circuits.

What happens
if he gets to that ignition circuitry?

He can incinerate the ship.

Is that door the only way out of here?

Yes.

Don't let him get past you.

Ryan. Be careful what you shoot at.

Most things in here
don't react too well to bullets.

Right.

I have to be careful what I shoot at?

Safety ranges set to zero.

Sonar, give me
the bearing for Red October.

She's positioned behind us.

Right full rudder!
I'll shake the man loose.

- He's going deep.
- Thirty degree down angle!

All the countermeasures
were over there, right?

Very well.

Admiral, the Alfa's too quick.
It's only a matter of time.

"Ryan, some things in here
don't react well to bullets."

Yeah. Like me.
I don't react well to bullets.

- Where's he now?
- Close, sir.

- Nine hundred meters, directly ahead.
- Got him.

- Match bearings and fire.
- We are too close!

Don't argue. Launch the weapon.

The torpedoes are armed
in the tubes! You cannot...

Do it now!

Another torpedo. It went active
the moment it was launched.

Left full rudder.
Ease off on your bow planes.

I think he's got us.

Way to go, Dallas!

Torpedo is in acquisition.
Range 500 yards and closing.

- You've done it, Mr. Thompson!
- I hope this works.

Chief, put us on the roof.

Countermeasure station, on my mark.
Five, four...

One. Release countermeasures.
Emergency blow!

Full rise. Fair water plane.

Six hundred feet, 550, 500 feet.

- Four-fifty.
- Come on, big D. Fly.

Captain scared 'em out of the water!

That torpedo's still active.
It's searching for another target.

A goddamn cook!

How close is that Alfa, Jonesy?

- Thousand yards, going to port.
- Reverse your turn.

We're turning straight at him.
Torpedo's still on our tail.

The hard part about playing chicken
is knowing when to flinch.

Collision in 400 yards, 350, 300...

Captain!

Right full rudder, 30 degree down angle.

Aye, sir. This one's going to be close.

- Torpedo dead ahead!
- You arrogant ass. You've killed us.

We have ascertained
the Red October's final position,

but given the depth of the water

and the fact that the wreckage
spreads across a wide area,

it'll be some time
before anything's recovered.

However, your people are

interviewing the crew now

and making arrangements
for their return.

This has been
a terrible tragedy, Mr. Ambassador.

And I can only stress
that if you'd come to us earlier

it might have been avoided.

- I appreciate your candor in the matter.
- And I yours, Andrei.

Perhaps in the future

technology will allow a more
thorough investigation of the wreckage.

Perhaps.

There is another matter...

- One that I'm reluctant to...
- Please.

One of our submarines, an Alfa,

was last reported
in the area of the Grand Banks.

We have not heard from her
for some time.

Andrei.

You've lost another submarine?

All this way
to hide a submarine in a river.

We're 100 miles
from the nearest naval base,

the last place that
satellites will ever look.

I grew up around here.

My grandfather taught me to fish
off that island right over there.

There's one question
you haven't asked me yet.

Why?

I figured you would tell me
when you were ready.

Now, there are those who believe
we should attack the United States first,

settle everything in one moment.
Red October was built for that purpose.

When the dust settles from this,

there's going to be
hell to pay in Moscow.

Perhaps. Maybe something good
will come from it.

A little revolution, now and then,
is a healthy thing, don't you think?

Do you still like to fish, Ryan?

There's a river, not unlike this one,
near Vilnius,

where my grandfather taught me to fish.

"And the sea will grant
each man new hope

"as sleep brings dreams of home."

Christopher Columbus.

Welcome to the New World, sir.

Everything all right, sir?