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You're about to be let in on the most
highly classified data America holds.

We have a device that can allow us
to send one human being back in time.

Seven days.

Spoiler, Pop.

Excellent.

Jerk!

Peter, what happened?

Peter, what happened?

Nicholas, what happened? What's wrong?

Everywhere there is rock
and roll, except in Russia.

The air itself resists it.

I swear, if all goes well on this
mission, we are going to dump this igloo,

move to Moscow, and then get a flat
high up on the hill with good reception.

Did you get soap in your eyes?

Seems to happen every time you leave.

Katerina, don't worry.

How can I not worry?

Usually you can tell me
something, but this time, so secret.

Stop now.

What kind of officer will Gregor be if he
sees you cry before every mission, huh?

Everything is going to be fine. I promise.

Now show me your smile. Come on,
show me this beautiful smile. Come on.

Come on.

Rock and roll.

Good morning, Captain, sir.

Lieutenant, how are those
delicate ears this morning?

They are ready for action, sir.

They better be.
Today's test will dry everyone's nerves.

Well, I must warn you.

After Katerina and I have seen
the Rolling Stones in Moscow,

I might be ruined for
this kind of duty forever.

Degenerate Western rock and roll trash.

Yes, sir. Thanks for the tickets.

Don't let everyone know up your throat.

Deputy Commander, sir.

I will speak to the
Captain alone, Lieutenant.

Sir, the test of our new sonar
system is of crucial importance.

I'm not comfortable with
that boy as our operator.

Lieutenant Fedorov is a fine
seaman and a masterful technician.

He's young, Captain, and easily distracted.

As Chief Political Officer,
it is my responsibility...

To observe, Mr. Kirov.

Merely to observe.

Yes, sir.

I know what you think of me, Fedorov.

You think you have no use for a
political officer in the new Navy.

You're enamored with the West.

Primitive African rhythms,
Western television, Baywatch.

These things should not
be in the head of a man.

Upon whom the success of the mission
and the lives of 78 other men depend today.

What the hell are you doing?

Language tape.

A language tape made by who, man?
The chipmunks?

I gotta finish learning
Russian in like an hour.

Why are you trying to learn Russian, Frank?

What do you think, huh?

Frank, you're not gonna impress
her talking like a cartoon, man.

Come on, let's go.
We're missing the base anniversary party.

No, you go ahead. I gotta get this down.

All right.

I'll see you later, pal.

No questions.

With our new audio sonar, we
can filter out the extraneous noise...

and pinpoint other vessels
at far greater ranges.

Titan number three beam, ten percent.

Yes, sir.

Clear as crystal, sir.

I'm picking up something.

Another vessel?

Likely. These are American shipping waters.

Truck it.

Sir?

I don't advise this, Deputy Commander.

We need our sonar to track the ice.
We're in very...

Track the vessel. We're in enemy waters.

Enemy, sir?

Do what I tell you.

Yes, sir.

Sonar?

What's going on down there?

Sir, we're directing our
sonar to a passing vessel.

Instead of tracking ice
obstructions that may be in our path?

We've made a possible
enemy contact, Captain.

I've ordered it to be tracked.

Kuryov, we're in the most
hazardous part of the ice.

I've lost it. I've lost the ice formation.

Idiot.

Threshold reached 60 meters. Dead ahead.

Evasive action.

Right full rudder. All engines back.
Sound collision quarters.

30 degree down arm.
Low negative of all tanks and sonar.

What about this?

30 meters.

20 meters.

Internal leak. Number two turbine
being surrounded by ballast water, sir.

It could melt her.

Reduces temperature.
Containment shields up.

All engines stop.

All containment shields up.
All engines stop. Aye.

We are sinking.

At 300 meters, I'm descending, sir.

At 350, we implode like a crushed egg.

Gizmo.

320 meters.

We have burned on the shelf.

I want damage reports from all
departments in my quarters now.

Do we still have hull integrity?

For the moment, we do.

I think...

What?

I think the ballast tanks are
contaminated with plutonium.

If they are, this boat will never surface.

Not without causing massive death.

Well, surprise, surprise.

The ice princess warms when suckled
on the mother's milk of her homeless.

Any more of that mother's milk
and she's going to be on her back.

Excuse me.

Here you go.

Thank you.

It was very...

romantic today.

Now, would that be an open or
a closed umbrella, Mr. Parker?

Open.

What? I... I said beautiful, right?

I meant to say beautiful.

Keep studying.
A Russian is not conquered overnight.

Not some Russians, anyway.

Huh?

Nothing.

You, um... You want to dance?

Yes.

Oh.

Man, you do all that work
and he reaps the benefits.

Now, that's just wrong.

Shut up, Donald.

All right, Ramsey.

Attention, all hands.

The radiation is contained internally,

but plutonium has leaked
into our rear ballast tanks.

It's almost certain that by surfacing,

we will release it into the atmosphere.

Its spread would kill millions.

At best, we have four hours of...

As soon as battery power is restored,

I will order the boat down to a depth
where no one can ever reach her.

Participate slowly and safely.

This is the most agonizing
decision I've ever had to make.

But there are far less
vulnerable ways to die.

Captain Arthur.

Allow you to betray your
crew and your country, Captain.

I must protect the area
technology at all costs.

I've weighed all the options, Commander.

We are north of the Arctic Circle.

You don't know the radiation
will spread to inhabited areas.

Commander, we've
crossed into American waters.

If we surface now, the entire
Alaskan and Siberian coastlines

will be rendered
uninhabitable for two centuries.

What nonsense.

These men, they're ready
to die for their country,

but not because of your
conjectures, Captain.

You doubt their ability
to race this boat safely.

You can't listen to him.

Every bit of data tells us there
is only one right thing to do.

Captain's faculties have obviously
abandoned him under pressure.

I'm taking command of this boat.

This is treason.

On the contrary.

And I assure you that is not
how the headquarters will see it.

If you listen to courier, millions
of innocent people will die.

Fire!

The satellite won't be there long,
so take a good look now, people.

Four days ago, a Russian
spy submarine, the Condor,

was crippled for reasons unknown
just north of the Bering Strait.

When it surfaced, its damaged reactor

released massive amounts of
plutonium into the atmosphere.

The result is what you see there.

The red area denotes extreme concentrations

about three times ten
to the 18th Becquerel.

In English?

Well, the phrase radioactive
death cloud comes to mind.

In about 36 hours, it'll start spreading
into Canada and Washington.

If the captain knew
the reactor was leaking,

why didn't he scuttle her so the
radiation could dissipate slowly?

Maybe he didn't want to die.

Did anyone try a deep-sea rescue?

No ships in the area
even reported an S.O.S.

Well, probably because they
were nosing around in our waters.

They knew we'd raise
hell if we caught them.

What are the Russians saying?

Not much, that it was a horrible accident.

You know, there's some buzz going around
about a special test Condor was conducting,

a new sonar technology codenamed Aria.

What, they were willing to poison
half the Northwest to protect it?

Well, we know what kind of
value they place on human life.

Oh, please.

Friends and company excluded.

Where is the sub now?

It's on its way back to the
Russian naval port at Severodvinsk.

It'll be decontaminated there,
then the crew will be removed.

So we backstep and get the
Russians to call off their mission?

Oh, look, you can't tell the Ruskies
that their number-one sub's gonna crash.

They'll never believe us.

Well, you're right, Ned,
but there's another problem.

The Condor had already
been at sea for eight days

when this disaster occurred.

What, you want to backstep
me under the Arctic Ocean

and onto an enemy sub?

Is that your idea?

Captain!

I tried to convince Captain not to raise
the sub, sir, but he would not listen.

That's a lie.

Captain, where is my husband?

Where is Pyotr?

I'm sorry.

He did not survive.

But how did he die? What happened?

Please, let me see him!

No, Pyotr!

Pyotr!

Let me guess.

You're growing the ultimate sea monkey.

Close, Mr. Parker.

This is Dr. Comstock.

The Ferris wheeler, I remember.

Excuse me?

Said I like your hair.

So, um, what exactly do
you do here, Dr. Comstock?

It's called the FBS, Frank.

Fluid Breathing System.

It was developed to enable the human body
to endure normally unbearable ocean depths.

The system equalizes pressure
in the lungs with the water outside.

They're already doing field
tests on the Navy SEALs, Frank.

Although it may be more difficult for
someone claustrophobic like yourself.

Dr. Vukovich told me about your experience
as a prisoner in that hot box in Somalia.

Nothing like doctor-patient
confidentiality.

I'm sorry, Mr. Parker.

The information was relevant.

Relax and look up.

These will help you
focus through the fluid.

I've been studying.

I'm hoping it'll help us
further international relations.

Now what's going to happen
is we're going to fill the suit

with a super-oxygenated
fluorocarbon emulsion.

I know it's completely counterintuitive,

but just try to breathe
normally through your mouth.

First time's the toughest, buddy.

How long do we have?

Three days.

Not in three years.

Come on, let's go again.

Come on.

Hey.

Last-minute homework, huh?

Just trying to find
a friendly face down

there, at least one that
speaks some English.

Is he a candidate?

Was.

Lieutenant Peter Fedorov, sonar operator.

In debt, huh?

Left a wife and baby.

Official reports said that
he died during the crash,

but our intel says he came off
that boat with a bullet in his chest.

What the hell happened down there?

Listen to this.

Lieutenant Fedorov has
repeatedly shown lack of respect for

his superior officers and
an inability to conduct himself

in a responsible manner
appropriate to his position.

On several occasions,

he has been seen in attendance at
rock-and-roll concerts... Ooh, rock-and-roll.

...including those by
such subversive Western

performers as Dave
Matthews and Green Day,

signed Deputy Commander Anton Kuryov.

It's time.

So I've modified the
sphere to help equalize

pressure underwater
so you don't, you know,

crunch like a beer can under a truck tire.

The plutonium was released
from the condor's surface.

Do whatever it takes to keep her down
until we can get a rescue ship on site.

Now, if they don't respond to pretty pleas,

you're gonna have to destroy
their surfacing capability.

Great. Sounds easy.

How's the Russian coming along?

Ahem.

Сколько стоит эти джинсы?

Джинсы.

That's what I said, джинсы.

Джинсы, Паркер, джинсы.

Джинсы.

Oh, forget it.

Well, pack a deck of cards just in case.

Porker's the true
international language anyway.

We're with you all the way, friend.

Let's go.

Who made me leave
without a goodbye kiss, huh?

Here.

Use this keypad communicator to send
us your coordinates as soon as you arrive.

Thank you.

Now, are you sure you're all right
with the fluid-breathing system?

Just call me Flipper.

Good luck, Mr. Parker.

Hawk, his vital signs are running high.

Hawk rates up.

No kidding. He's at 130 and accelerating.

Mr. Parker,

we're starting your fluid now.

Landing coordinates locked.

Fluids at 90%. All systems go.

Operation over 143.

Mr. Parker, you must breathe.

Still not breathing.

Should we abort?

Mr. Parker, should we abort?

Breathing.

Systems at 100%.

До свидания, Mr. Parker.

Engage.

Uh,

we just picked up a signal from Conundrum.

He's using some type of sonar frequency.

About a thousand feet below sea level.

See if we can get him back.

Captain's faculties have obviously
abandoned him under pressure.

I'm taking command of this boat.

This is treason.

On the contrary.

And I assure you that is not
how the headquarters will see it.

If you listen to Koryov, millions
of innocent people will die.

Captain, I'm picking up something.

A trap.

Range?

30 meters.

Where'd it come from?

I don't know. Suddenly it was right there.

Looks like a sphere of some kind.

Somebody's in decompression chamber.

We have company.

His camera's flooded.

What?

No atheists in a sunk sub, huh?

Who are you?

Parker.

Frank P.

United States Navy.

Our sonar must be faulty.
We didn't pick up any surface ships.

That's because there isn't one.

Then where's your rescue team?

You're looking at them.

You're alone? No boat?

Look,

this is gonna be hard for you to
swallow, but I know your situation.

Your boat pulled a Titanic.

You got a radiation leak, but
it's containable at this point.

If you surface, you're gonna
contaminate half of Alaska,

not to mention a good chunk of Siberia.

But if we can get a rescue
ship... An American rescue ship.

I'm not fussy.

Sure, especially if you're here on a hijack
mission to steal our Aria technology.

Look, I'm your only
ticket out of here, Koryov.

How do you know my name?

Long story.

My communication systems went down.

I need to send a signal to my team.

Our radio's out.

They're working on it.

I cannot allow this.
This is an American spy mission.

They want our Aria secrets.

We will cooperate.

Like I said, I'm in charge here.

Anyone disobeying my
orders will be executed at once.

Confine these two to the stage room.

Go on.

Listen here, filial idol.

If you raise this boat, there's
gonna be a nuclear disaster.

You understand?

Take care of Mr. Alexander here.

Prepare to surface.

Could be anywhere on this line.

We've run a full system inspection.

I doubt that the communication
problem is at Aria.

We've got a latitude that
places him somewhere

north of the Arctic
Circle, but no longitude.

That's a big help.

I sure hope we didn't stick
him down there by mistake.

His signal mentioned FBS,

fluid breathing system.

Well,

we could never have trained him

in under three months' time.

You're right, but this is
Mr. Parker we're talking about.

Greg, you'd better get to our Coast
Guard base in Kodiak, Alaska, ASAP.

Stand by for orders there.

Yes, sir.

Cozy.

So it's not the captain
who wants to raise this boat.

No, he's willing to scuttle her rather than
to risk the disaster that you talk about.

Zikuryov believes it is more important.

to keep our military secrets intact than
out of the hands of the so-called enemy.

Yeah, sounds like a bonehead.

We got an out team, a guy named Ramsey.

I suppose every team has one.

How will Kuryov raise this
boat with the engines down?

He would use the manual emission system.

and the emergency blow valves.

See, they force compressed air

into the ballast tanks
and allow us to raise.

Yeah, with radiation.

And how do we disable them?

We could destroy the compressor.

But how do we get out of here?

Peter, sometimes you just
gotta think like a rock star.

Man,

you'll all be
decorated for this.

What is it?

Fire in the stateroom, sir.

Boot out of that fire.

Watch out for the American.

Black panics, Talman nuts.

No problem.

Help! Help!

The American went crazy!

Not that crazy.

Nice punch.

Thank you. You too.

Sugar Ray Leonard fan.

Mosca de la Hoya. I have pilot ESPN.

Gotcha. Let's go.

No, we have to preserve oxygen.

This prank just cost us an hour of air.

Good point.

The fire is out, sir.

But Fjodorov and the
American have escaped.

Where can they run?

Surface, now.

You can't do this.

You'll evaluate innocent civilians.

It's a crime against humanity.

They're rising, sir.

God have mercy on you.

It's already been activated from
the control room. We're surfacing.

Well, how do we stop it?

We have to release the pressure.

Okay.

We're rising.

Someone's destroyed the ballast tank pump.

There's no way.

The American.

Find him.

The ballast tank's
going to keep us down.

We need to get our coordinates to my team.

Where's your radio?

It's that way.

But wait. Once Fjodorov realizes
he cannot take her up by buoyancy,

he's going to try to activate the
diesel engine and take her up that way.

This is the relay fuse.

It's kind of like a giant spark plug.

And that's it? The sub can't rise?

Yes.

Are you okay?

The air is getting thinner.

Come on.

We got work to do.

Switch on the diesel
engine now. It's impossible.

Someone stole the relay fuse.

Damn.

The American spy. Find him now.

How much air does that FBS unit give
Parker? Two hours under optimum conditions.

It's been nearly that since
we received his signal.

Then somebody's picked him up.

Either that or...

Where is that idiot?

He's here somewhere.

Hey, fellas, where's the gift shop?

Get him.

Find him.

Conundrum to Never-Neverland?

We read you.

I'm putting you through.

Conundrum to Never-Neverland.

Do you read me?

Who's that? It's not Parker.

Roger, Conundrum. This is Never-Neverland.

We hear you.

Careful, sir.

It could be a Soviet trick.

This is Russian submarine Condor.

Our latitude is 71
degrees 18 minutes north.

Our longitude is 156 degrees.

49 minutes west.

Repeating.

71 degrees 18 minutes north.

156 degrees.

49 minutes west.

Hell, that's in our waters.

Conundrum, we need authentication.

Um... Parker, Frank B.

United States Navy.

Think like a rock star.

Conundrum, it's not enough.

What more do you need?

We need to know we can trust you.

What did you do with our
operative, you lousy Ruskie?

Oh, is that the bonehead Ramsey?

We've got a rescue
ship 20 miles from you.

We're sending her to you now.

Please hurry.

We have approximately one hour of air left.

We catch Fyodor
sending a radio message.

And he said, I'm still
your superior officer.

This is our only chance.

So it's a mutiny.

Couldn't have expected as
much from a bunch of yellow reds.

Yellow reds.

I guess that makes them orange.

The question is, is Parker alive?

John, get these coordinates
to Donovan's ship immediately.

Aye, aye, sir.

Where's the American?

Who did you contact?

Parker's base.

The Americans have a ship nearby.

They're going to be here soon.

Yeah, and if they get here in time,

they'll kill us all for area.

What do you know about the problem.

with the diesel engine?

What problem?

I need that relay lieutenant to start it.

Don't tell him.

That's an order.

My life means nothing.

Couldn't agree more, Captain.

Parker has him.

Frank Parker,

your little cohort
tells me that you have

the relay fuse that
will allow us to surface.

Time is short.

I will execute your allies if you do
not bring it to the control room at once.

If you do, no one will be harmed,

including yourself.

You're right.

You have one minute.

You said one minute.

You two die either way.

Freeze!

Nobody move!

Drop your weapons!

Now!

Hold your weapons! That's an order!

We've all been through a
terrible ordeal, but with a ship

in the vicinity, there's a
real chance we might survive,

depending on what you do now.

Don't listen to him.
There will be no rescue.

You must force Parker to give up the relay.

Oh, you mean this?

You can't surface now,

so we're gonna do this my way.

Or we're all gonna die.

Lock him in his quarters.

Yes, sir.

Your job is to protect your mission,

but don't go!

You owe it to your family!

To your country!

God of all cowards!

What's he so upset about?

Condor, this is the U.S.
naval ship Archangel.

Do you read?

Archangel, this is Condor. Go ahead.

Is Frank Parker there?

Yeah, Donovan, I'm here.

Roger that, buddy.

We're sending a DSRB down to you right now.

The ice!

We're sleeping!
We're sleeping over the shelf!

Someone's flooding the rear compartments.

Kuriov, the damn fool.

Couldn't take us up,
so he's taking us down.

Careful, he might be armed.

Go with him.

The fool thinks he's still protecting Aria.

Something's wrong.

What's wrong?

The Condor's sinking.

At 350 meters, she reaches crush depth.

What depth's he at now?

Just about there.

Where are the bank controls?

On the blue panel on the starboard wall.

I'd be careful with that.

You're more liable to kill
yourself with a ricochet than him.

Fuck!

How's it hanging, Kuriov?

Sir, it stopped.

She's stabilized.

Let's get that rescue bell down to them.

Your friend wants to speak to you.

Go ahead.

Yeah, you know me.

Rock and roll animal.

Always screwing around.

Let's go rip up some pillows, huh?

The last crew member
into the DSRV rescue bell

will scuttle the Condor
just before he leaves.

That should be the last of them.

They all made it.

There she goes.

Down to her watery grave.

Safely taking her radiation with her.

You ever wonder why Olga
doesn't greet you like that?

All the time, Donovan.

Olga!

I didn't expect a welcome party.

It isn't every day an American
kills a Russian political officer.

I wanted to handle things personally.

And, of course, I needed Olga to interpret.

Yes, I was anxious to debrief you
on the effects of the FBS, Mr. Parker.

My time?

Mm-hmm.

Well done, Frank.

Thank you, sir.

Kutu wants to meet you.

Oh.

Thank you for saving my husband.

And our son, Gregor,

also wants to thank you.

Is this your wife?

No.

Good job, huh?

Kutu's right, you know.

What?

What he said.

You didn't understand what he said.

Of course I did.

It was something about umbrellas, right?

Little umbrellas.

Face it, Mr. Parker, you have absolutely
no ear for the Russian language.

Oh, yeah? They didn't have any
problem understanding me on the sofa.

They were humoring you.

They probably talked down to
you like you were a little child.

Not at all.

Not at all.