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We have to wait.

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.

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 number two in last years'
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 Childer's rights

and subpoenaed her to testify
before a congressional committee.

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

The Constitution does.

There's no equal protection violation
where there are good reasons

- to treat the sexes differently.
- What reasons, 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.

- Aye, aye, sir.
- Aye, aye.

You know, I have never understood
why anyone would wanna 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.

But isn't it a more practical matter,
ma'am?

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

England, Canada and Australia have
room for woman on their submarines.

Norway even has a female skipper.

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'll be all.

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.

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, including the women.

They'd be swooning over
some handsome sonar operator?

After three months deployed, ma'am,
over the ugly ones.

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 would be a heck of a lot cheaper

and they'd smell a whole lot nicer.

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?

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.

Our hearts go out to the crew
of the Vladivostok.

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 realise
that would be classified information.

Captain, perhaps there's some
limited disclosure you can make

that would not compromise
security, sir.

There is not. I'm sorry.

And 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.

And 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.

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,
they run silent on dry land too.

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

Well, 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.

And 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.

L... I'm in his debt.

Be careful how you repay a debt,
commander.

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,

- we look forward to your testimony.
- Thank you, ma'am.

I know 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.

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

Ensign Childers
and every other service member

is free to express his or her
personal opinion.

Including yourself, colonel?

I'm a lawyer, congresswoman.
I don't have personal opinions.

Ensign Childers,
you graduated with honours

in nuclear engineering from Purdue.
Is that correct?

- Yes.
- You were near the top of your class

- in the Navy 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.

Weren't you offered an assignment

in nuclear operations
on an aircraft carrier?

- What's wrong with that?
- Nothing.

Except I've always dreamed
of serving on a submarine, ma'am.

My father served
in the Submarine Service.

My grandfather died aboard
the Wahoo in World War II,

after it sank 20 Japanese ships.

The Navy has never said it intends
to put women on submarines, has it?

No, it has not, sir.

Lieutenant, I believe the question
was for the witness.

Sorry, ma'am.

I don't believe so, sir.

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.

You want to be the first woman
on a submarine?

You want to make history?

I just wanna 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.

Admiral Crawford asked us
to cooperate as far as we can.

We appreciate that, commander.

I assume
since you are 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.

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
aboard the Vladivostok and it sank.

What caused the explosion?

You know what happened,
don't you?

Don't answer that question, John.

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.

Four days
after the Vladivostok sank,

your boat put in for repairs
at Bergen, Norway.

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

Do you deny it?

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

Not emergency repairs?

Commander,
I think we're done here.

- What are you hiding here?
- Captain Volkonov.

If this is some attempt
to shift blame...

Blame may not need to be shifted.

- Alex.
- Eight years ago,

the American submarine,
Baton Rouge,

collided with a Russian tour
in the Barents Sea.

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

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

Did your submarine collide
with the Vladivostok?

No, it did not.

Did you kill 110 Russian sailors
and then run away?

You son of a...

Thank you
for bringing Captain Volkonov

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.

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.

I didn't realise that help
came with a price tag.

My superiors thought
you would be happy to assist.

What did you think?

I thought of the dead men
on the Vladivostok.

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

As you would do

if the situation was reversed.

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 criticised
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 apologise, 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 wanna 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
without revealing our secrets.

I would have thought
you'd have noticed

that they are just a little bit
closemouthed over there.

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.

I mean, the kind of photos
you could pull out of a world atlas

in any bookstore.

Captain Volkonov didn't go
to some damn bookstore

to get them now, did he?

There is an appearance, that's being
cited by our submariner friends,

that you are trading favours
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.

Well, you didn't do anything wrong.

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

A brother is a Russian sergeant,
a friend is 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.

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's Wives' Society,

- in which you're the president?
- That's correct.

And exactly
why is the Navy providing counsel

for an organisation comprised
of civilians?

Mrs. Cochran's organisation
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' interest
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.

The record should reflect
that the Navy has rules

against improper behaviour

and that most Naval personnel
follow those rules.

Rules are fine, but when I visited
the USS Miami on family day,

I couldn't pass by sailors
without turning sideways

and rubbing against them.

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

They're vigorous virile men...

Who can't control themselves?

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

Yes, sir, the Love Boat.

I understand that on one cruise,
45 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. Many of the women
became pregnant by their husbands

- on dry land.
- Is Colonel MacKenzie a witness?

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?

Captain, Commander Rabb suggested
that we rebut the Russian charge

with the truth about what happened.

Just like that?

That is if it's favourable.

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 bodywork.

Well, then why not hold
a press conference and tell the world?

Because as I believe
I mentioned before,

there are issues here
of national security.

We're both cleared for
Sensitive Compartmented Information.

The Watertown was following
the Vladivostok, sir.

Close.

But not that close.

It observed the Russian submarine
test fire a torpedo, a Type 65.

No problem.

It then fired
a new experimental Shkval 2,

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 problem with the Shkval 2, sir?

They sure as hell are now.

Unimpeachable intelligence reports
confirm they are aware.

So the Russians know we didn't
ram them. They're 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.

He probably isn't.

He plays the role of accuser much
better if he doesn't know it's a lie.

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 tests the Navy uses

- to predict success in the military?
- They score higher than men.

- And women's re-enlistment 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
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 are 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 men and women.

True. The 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 merely 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.

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.

Do you want to get that?

Yes, I'll get it.

You must be Renee.

Captain Volkonov.

And I thought you and Harm
only talked about submarines.

Oh, when we were lost in the Chechen
mountains facing sudden death,

he spoke only of you.

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 sabre dance.

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 don't have all the details.

So you're taking somebody's word
for it? And I'm 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 II submarine.

What, is this a propaganda stunt?

Please. Public relation.

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.

- Morning, colonel.
- Morning.

You're here early.

Admiral wanted to see me
at 0700.

Me too.

Are you involved
in the submarine trip?

Yeah.

- Why?
- Because I'm a woman.

- Would you take care of this for me?
- Sure, sir.

What, did Alex invite you?

No. Bobbi Latham shanghaied me.

Onto a Russian sub?

- What the hell are you talking about?
- What are you talking about?

Enter.

Have you two figured
this thing out yet?

Not quite, sir.

You are going on a Russian sub.

You are going on an American one.

Admiral, I have already been accused
of disloyalty, sir.

I'm not sure a joyride on a Russian
sub is gonna help matters any.

I can see your point.

Colonel?

I don't wanna go either, sir.

Oh, you don't wanna go
to the last frontier

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

I was speaking generally, sir.

This woman really doesn't
like submarines.

- Enter.
- Captain Baxter is here, sir.

Send him in.

I believe you all know each other.

- Captain.
- Sir.

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

Despite your closeness
with Captain Volkonov?

I had no idea that Latham
was gonna use me this way.

Despite your advocacy
in front of her committee?

- I never intended...
- This in no way...

- All right.
- Thank you, admiral.

Commander, I'm going to expect
a full report

on that Russian submarine.

Weapon systems, morale,

- combat readiness.
- Yes, sir.

And, colonel...

Sir, Congresswoman Latham
can't order 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'll make
for scintillating reading.

Bon voyage.

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.

Captain.

Radar contact, surface craft,
designate Romeo 3.

Locking on Sierra 2.

Fire Torpedo 1.

- Direct hit.
- Damn your torpedoes.

Attention on deck.

At ease, gentlemen.

Bradley, Sandusky,

Colonel MacKenzie wanted
to meet some enlisted men.

I thought it wasn't customary to snap
to attention on a submarine.

- It's not, ma'am.
- You see, colonel?

You've already disrupted our discipline
and good order.

Occupational hazard, commander.

You'd really wanna 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.

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 respect for you as a lawyer.
- Thank you, commander.

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

- You proved we had a murderer.
- We figured that out with your help.

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

Or a woman?

Where is the submarine, Gunny?

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

And you haven't heard from it?

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, Mic.

- Hi, guys.
- I've got those tickets

the colonel left for you.

Washington Philharmonic.

Oh, beauty.
Shame she's gonna 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
is 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 fiancé.

You like Tchaikovsky?

What do we have, chief?

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

The nearer one's missing a stroke
on its number three cylinder, port side.

- You can hear that?
- We hear a great deal, colonel.

Petty Officer Grier is 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.

And 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.

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.

Did you think we 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.

Regulations call for daily allotment
of 2,400 calories per crew member.

But we found a way to deliver 2,600

without increasing galley
storage space

by devising denser foodstuffs.

- Sit down, gentlemen.
- This is public relations?

Russian public relation.

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 go
to the berthing compartments,

which have been reconfigured
for practical hobbies,

for morale and recreation.

Eighteen cubic metres are allotted
for tai chi

and 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.

Commander Rabb,

what's an American Naval officer's
reaction to what you've seen so far?

The cheese looks good.

Isn't it odd being here, when
the United States is paying Russia

- to dismantle its submarine fleet?
- Gentlemen, this is not my tour.

Only obsolete submarines
are being dismantled.

Our Akula and Oscar Ils
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,

liver sausage baked
in a sheep's stomach and kefir,

fermented buttermilk and yogurt.

I hope you're hungry, gentlemen.

That was fun.

- You liked it?
- Yes.

You ought to take Harm.

- Why?
- To catch the parts you slept through.

Oh, Mic, thank you for saving me
from another night in solitary.

No worries.

You know,
Harm's a very lucky bloke.

Mac too.

Hey, Mic,

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...
- Oh, no, no.

That would be
on a need-to-know basis.

- I don't have clearance.
- And you're afraid to ask.

Yep.

Me too.

Sausage and buttermilk.

- Ice cream for desert.
- Again?

- I'm sorry, ma'am.
- I'm sorry.

Ma'am, I just wanted you to know

that I think having women onboard
would be positive.

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

Sorry, ma'am.

- That's okay.
- Just had lunch.

I guess I gotta cut back
on the seconds.

Sausage and buttermilk
will do that to you.

Ma'am, we had spaghetti
and bug juice.

So, what's next?

Souvenir T-shirts
and pictures with the helmsman?

He was ordered
to bring the press aboard.

He is as trained in secrecy
as your submariners.

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

Again, like your submariners.

Gentlemen,
you wanted to see more?

You are about to see
something very exciting.

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, 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.
- 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 is off the rack
and it's onto the tray.

- You can hear that on sonar?
- We're pretty advanced, colonel.

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

Somebody dislocated their shoulder.

You can't hear that on sonar.

You had
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.

- 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 American's have.

We call it the Shkval 2.

- You're sure that's what he said?
- Yes, Sir.

- Shkval 2.
- What's wrong with the Shkval 2?

Last time they test fired one
it did a 180,

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 2 is fully operational
and safe.

You're saying the Shkval 2
blew up the Vladivostok?

There were reports that they pulled
the Shkval 2 from testing

after the Vladivostok sank.

That's what you couldn't tell me?

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.
- You're sure about that, captain?

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

but they're still the best.

That's commence firing sequence.

The problem
wasn't the guidance computer.

They're opening the torpedo door.

We gotta stop them from firing.

How do you suggest I do that?

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 am also obligated
to avoid putting my vessel into distress.

We're in a Russian OP area
with half their fleet above us.

Commander,
we're the only chance they have.

The Shkval is far superior
to the American Mark 48.

More accurate. More deadly.

True remote retargeting
without the need of a connecting wire.

And fast, 200 knots.

Two hundred knots?

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

Sure they can't. But they don't hit
the submarines that launched them.

Russian Submarine Minsk.
This is the USS Watertown.

Underwater telephone?

It works at short range.

This is Commander John Flagler
of the USS Watertown.

You must not fire
your Shkval torpedoes.

Captain Leopold Karnik,
are you there?

He knows your name?

You are in our waters, commander.

Yes, captain. I am.

And I am breaking silence
to tell you

that the Shkval remote
retargeting system is flawed.

- What kind of trick is this?
- No trick.

If you fire the Shkval

and retarget it, it will hone in
on your signal and destroy you.

It's what happened
to the Vladivostok.

How would you know?

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

You are lying.

Why would he lie, captain?

He admits
he was next to the Vladivostok.

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

- Captain Karnik, trust me.
- Trust you?

For 50 years,
you track our submarines,

invade our waters, threaten us.

Captain Karnik, this is
Lieutenant Colonel Sarah MacKenzie.

Mac? Does she
follow you everywhere?

Commander Flagler,
you have women on your submarines?

You're 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.

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.

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

Captain, how was the liver sausage
at lunch?

And why did you cancel
yesterday's fire drill?

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?
- We have agents in Severodvinsk.

They've planted listening devices
on every submarine

built there since 1986.

We heard what happened
to the Vladivostok

- while it was happening.
- This is nonsense.

How does she know
what's been happening on this boat?

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.

They've begun
the countdown sequence.

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 strength tomorrow.

Torpedo away, sir.

Helm, get us out of here.
Right full rudder, all ahead full.

Right full rudder, all ahead full, aye.

- Gotta be a way to destroy it.
- Hit a torpedo with a torpedo?

Our fish can't even catch that thing.

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

- A decoy would be the only way.
- Well, then that's what you have to do.

Our decoy is a Mark 2 torpedo.
Look at our position.

To intercept the Shkval,
we'd have to fire toward the Minsk.

How do you think Captain Karnik
would react to that?

One hundred ninety knots.

Two hundred knots.

It would seem the launch is a success,
commander.

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

And miss the drone?

They are retargeting.

Your submarine has fired a torpedo.

At us.

Commander,
your people want a war?

Captain Karnik,
this is the USS Watertown.

Do not be alarmed. We have fired
a torpedo in your direction.

I will sink him. He attacked me.

You're all witnesses.

This doesn't make sense.

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

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

Why would he announce himself?

Why would he risk his boat?

Their counter measures
aren't working. Impact in 15 seconds.

It hasn't acquired our decoy, sir.

Five second.

The Shkval is turning away.

Attababy.

- It's turning towards us.
- Helm, turn starboard, heading 105.

Turning right, heading 105, aye.

- No. It's acquired the decoy.
- Helm, delay my last.

Aye, sir.

Captain...

...maybe you could bring out
that vodka again.

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

Nice shooting, commander.

Nice talking. You'll have the Russians
tearing up every submarine

in their fleet looking for bugs.

So the presence of a woman
on the Watertown

hasn't caused you any problems?

Not yet.

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

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

- But...
- They're not?

You know what I mean.
Colonel and the commander

- have been through so much.
- Together.

Well, 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.

Commander, colonel,
welcome home.

- Thank you, sir.
- Oh, Captain Baxter called

and was curious
what your report was gonna say.

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

should be welcome to them.

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.

You knew I was there
before we called you?

Come on,
I always know where you are.

Oh, kind of like my sense of timing.

Oh, I think we both have
an incredible sense of timing.

- Mic.
- Hey.

Welcome home, sailor.

- Hi.
- Good hug, Marine.