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- Men are at
war and it's a man's world,

but it would mean
nothing without a woman.

- Talk to me.

- Contact.
- Range?

- 1,500 yards, closing off
our starboard side.

- Okay, take us down,
make our depth 6, 5, 0 feet.

- Making our
depth 6, 5, 0 feet, sir.

- Countermeasures.
- Open two doors.

- Right full rudder.
- Right full rudder!

- All
ahead. Zero bubble.

- Zero bubble, all ahead full.
- Countermeasures.

- Shoot them.
Shoot all of them.

- Sailor now!

- Countermeasures?
- Not yet.

- Torpedoes in the water
bearing 0, 4, 3,

bearing 0, 5, 1, closing.

- Deploy!
- Countermeasures away.

- Left full rudder.

- Left full rudder!
- Range?

- Closing 300 yards, bearing
0, 7, 0, bearing 0, 7, 2.

- Brace for impact!

Where is she?

- Radar's offline, Captain.

- Chief of the boat,
get us out of here.

- Aye, sir.

- Damage
report, all stations.

- Lieutenant...

- Engine
room, bridge. No damage.

- What the hell happened
back there, sailor?

- I don't know sir.
- Not good enough.

But you're relieved, but fix it.

- Torpedo
room, bridge. No damage.

- Nunnas.
- Sir?

- Give the lieutenant
a once over.

Make sure she's fit for duty.

- Yes, sir.

- Report the incident
to Naval Command

with our position and
their last known positions.

- Yes, sir.

- She's outside
Russian waters, right?

- We are very close, but yes,

she's a mile outside
Russian waters.

Could've been a
warning shot there.

- She doesn't have
jurisdiction for that!

- Well she fired on us
in international waters,

so it's about to be a real
big deal in Washington.

Get me rules of engagement.
I'll be in my room.

You have the conn.
Rig for ultra quiet.

- Aye, sir, I have the conn.
Rigging for ultra quiet.

- Captain?
- Hmm.

- Emergency
action orders, sir.

Level four clearance and above.

- Okay, clear the mess hall.
- Aye, sir.

- And what about
the Russian sub?

- It's been an hour, 27
miles from last contact,

and nothing on the radar.

- Very well. Stand
down ultra quiet.

- Yes, sir.

- Oh, thank God.

- Don't waste your time,
kid. He ain't listening.

- Who?
- God.

But our god's gonna
want a damage report.

- Engine room,
damage report and full check.

- All you old dudes is cocky.

- Only the legends,
buddy. Only the legends.

- Torpedo
room, damage report.

- Yeah, yeah, I can tell you
about it or I can just fix it.

- Torpedo room, report!

- Bridge, torpedo room,
standby, sir.

Prick.

- Acknowledged,
bridge standing by.

- What is that?

Bridge, I'm hearing music and
tapping from outside the hull.

- Torpedo
room, repeat your last.

- Did you hear that?

- Sort of.
- What was that?

- Interference from
the circuits maybe?

- Nah. Sounds like music.

- I don't hear any music.

- With those old ears,

I'm surprised you
hear anything at all.

- What?

- I said with those old ears...

- Can you give me
something for sleep?

- Not really, unless signing
off for a day or two.

- Uh, no, don't do that.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

- You sure?

- I'll be fine.

Do we even know what's
going on up there?

- I don't get told anything.

- Just sounds like the
world's going to hell.

- Maybe the politicians
will sort it out,

avoid world war III.

- Yeah, it'll be
cheaper for them.

- They're having
back-channel talks,

trying to sort out
some kind of deal.

- How do you know that?

- I mean, they must be,
right? We've gotta hope.

- Do you have someone back home?

- Yeah. No, it's
kind of complicated.

Honestly, he's just being a
little bit of a dick right now.

- So, a man?

- Yep.

- They're only
good for one thing,

and most of 'em aren't
even good at it.

- I hate it. Honestly,
it drives me crazy.

Like this idea that
they need to save us.

- Preaching to the choir, sis.

- And they can't
listen for shit!

- What is it?

- Orca?

- This far out?

- Worse than the Russians.
We can relax a little.

We got enough going on.

- Captain's ready.

- We'll be right there.

What are you?

- Captain, Joint Naval
Command has received--

- Where is Simkins?

- He'll be along soon, sir.
But I can start the briefing.

- No, we'll wait.

- Aye, sir.

- I can run and get him.

- Finally!
- Sorry, sir.

- Thought you Brits were
known for your punctuality?

- Sorry, sir. Won't
happen again.

- Okay, before we
begin, who was that?

- We're still efforting
an exact identification.

Um, Russian for sure.

- I thought you
boys were the best.

- We've sent audio
to Joint Naval Command

for identification.

It doesn't match
anything we've heard.

- You're not telling me

there's a new class of
Russian sub out there

trying to hunt us, are you?

- Audio was scrambled by
something else.

- Something else?

- Orca, we think. Hard to
pinpoint the exact source.

- Well, she's still out there

and she's still looking for us.

- Agreed.

- Any chance she will think
that we were destroyed

by the torpedo?

- No, sir.

- What have we got?

- Gentlemen,

I shall be brief.

Our situation with the
Russians has not improved,

and the president has
authorized an alert status

of DEFCON 3.

Now, we all know
what that means,

but the plan is not an
all-out war with Russia.

The plan is multiple targeted
strikes, simultaneously

against Russian
military leadership.

We are having, right
now, back-channel talks

with some highly-placed
Russian military people

who want to defect,
stabilize their country

in exchange for an
immediate cease fire.

In fact, it's these people who
are providing the coordinates

that we will be
targeting later on.

Your target data package,
will be delivered

with my message.

Now the bad news.

Michael, this cannot
be a long-range strike.

You are going to
have to get close.

I realize you are due home,

especially with your
first child on its way.

But you are the only ship

with the payload and
the position

to be able to carry
out this mission.

Godspeed.

- This position is five
miles from the Russian coast.

- The Excelsior is taking
out the sonar relay station

ahead of our position.

- Well, if she's closer,
then why doesn't she launch?

- She doesn't have the
payload required. We do.

- Well, won't that just flag
that we're coming?

- The net covers
350 miles worth of coastline.

They won't know where to look.

- Sir, our latest intel says

that the Russians patrol that
area with around five subs.

- No, it's nine.
- Nine?

- And five of them are
Typhoon class, four Kilo class.

- Sir, there is no intel
that says that.

- Wait, how, how
do you know that?

- Captain?

- That's, that's not in here.

- Oh, it was part of a
MoD brief from London.

- Are we not sharing intel?

- Well, it just came in, sir.

Uh, we also had another brief

that just came in
from the Excelsior.

The Russians have got some
new radar jamming tech,

works within five miles
of their position.

It's a bit of a
diversion tactic.

- Yeah, well, that's
not in here either.

I don't like not knowing
relevant facts, gentlemen.

- I'll have it
written up within the hour, sir.

- See to it.
- And the crew, sir?

- That's all.
- Right, sir.

- I'll address, but
block all personal comms.

Nothing going out while
we're in DEFCON 3.

- Aye, sir.

Was there something else?

I don't like being left
in the dark, Watts.

- Sir, I can assure you--
- No, not you.

You ever notice that
about our British friends?

Do you know anything about them?

- I can
get you their file.

- It's pointless.
It's probably been redacted.

Men like them, they
never let anything slip

and they cover for each other.

I don't know
anything about them.

I don't know if they
have wives, kids,

girlfriends, siblings.

I don't know them at all.
And I like knowing my crew.

- Goes with
the job, I suppose.

- Yeah, and the
other part of the job

is getting full intel briefings
and leaving nothing out.

- Maybe they didn't
see it as relevant?

- Maybe,

but keep an eye on
our allies, all the same.

- Keep your friends
close and all that?

- Exactly.
- Aye, aye, sir.

- Captain
to the bridge.

- Jesus!

Bridge, torpedo room.

Hey, you better get
down here right now.

- Torpedo room, we're
running quiet here.

- Get the fuck down here, man!

- Where the hell
did she come from?

- Torpedo tube four.
- That's impossible.

- She fucking was.

- That's your captain
you're addressing, sailor.

- Sorry, sir. But she was.

- What's our
current depth?

- 645 feet.
- Then how is she here?

- Stowaway?
- From two weeks ago?

- Who are you?

Get Nunnas. And a blanket

- Sir, maybe we should--
- Now, Watts!

You're on the USS Titan.

I'm Captain Michael Banks.
Can you tell me your name?

Do you understand me?

- Nah, she doesn't.
She's a Russki.

- You're safe.

But I need to know who you
are so that I can help.

- She looks Russian.
- Yeah. And you look smart.

- What?
- Just stop talking.

- I'm Anna. I'm a medic.

Are you hurt?

Are you hurt?

She could be deaf.

- She could be Miss July.
- Shut up!

- Sorry, sir

- Nunnas, take her to
med bay. Check her out.

- Yes, sir. Come on.

- Check the tubes.

- We hoping to find more
naked women in them?

- I'm hoping for a
full compliment of torpedoes,

because we're gonna need them!

- Aye, sir, aye.

- What do you
wanna do about her?

- Well, it's
reasonable to believe

that the Brits
speaks some Russian

and if not...
- If not?

- It's reasonable to assume
they have a trick or two

to make someone talk.

They're not here
for their accents.

- Sir, I really think that's--

- Yeah, we need
to know who she is

and if she came from that sub.

- Sir.

- Just, uh, let
them do their thing.

- Aye, sir.

Only five more to go, sailor.

- Jesus.

Hey!

- Oi, what?

- It's happened.

- Jesus. Okay, we
got a job to do.

- You sure?
- We've got no choice.

Bradford, we knew this
was a possibility.

We set it up in the meeting.
We're in too deep now, okay?

We've got a job to do
for king and country.

- King and country.

- How bad is it?

- Details still coming in.
Most of the east coast.

- Jesus Christ.

Okay.

Our comms, all of them.

- Right.

- Shit.

This is Commander Brandon
Simkins aboard the USS Titan.

We currently have a
red light situation

and I'm running with
secondary protocol.

Please be advised, I will
urgently need American briefings

specifically from Admiral
Bressers generated.

I can deal with any
order authentications,

but I will need the videos

if I'm to get my
colleagues to buy it.

Simkins out.

- Everything okay, sir?
- Fine.

- Did you need something?
- No, no. All good.

Carry on.

- Sir, any work
done to the system

has to have a work
order created for it,

just so we know
what's being done.

- Yes, I know the system.

- Apologies, sir.

Just thought you might not
know, as, well, you're a Brit.

- Thank
you, but I've got it.

- Sir, if you know, then
why are you doing it?

- You're absolutely right.

I was just trying
to be efficient,

which is just fucking stupid.

Protocols are there
for a reason, right?

- Yes, sir.
- Take a look.

There's something wrong
with the transformer

to the comms relays.

- Sir, these are not the comm--

- So we have eggs,
we have bacon, did...

Did you want some food?

I'm just gonna do a
medical exam on you, okay?

Okay, we can do it after.

Did you want some food, water?

Did you want me to get you
some more water? Water?

Did you want more? Yeah?

Okay.

I'll be right back.

- Jesus Christ!
- I had to.

- Say, brother, it's messy!

It's fucking messy, and
we got a lot going on.

- No one saw me.

- Oh really?
How'd you get back here?

Did you have to walk
through the bridge?

Relax. We can say you
were checking the comms.

- What else was
I supposed to do?

We're under fucking orders.

- Hey, we got a problem.
- Yeah, we know.

- Okay, well she's
in the med bay.

- Sorry, who's in the med bay?

- What's wrong with the radio?

- We've lost navigation
data stream, sir.

- Do you have any comms?

- Negative.
- Great.

- Shall I reset sir?
- No, it's not the system.

The Brits warned me.

The Russians have some
new funky jamming tech,

which means we're five
miles outside of position.

- Aye, Captain. Will keep an
eye, just don't know how soon.

- Thank, you, Lawrence.

- Excuse me, sir.
- What is it?

- Nichols, been electrocuted.

- Is he alive?

- I don't know, sir.

- Get Nunnas on the double.

- What was he doing?
- Sir?

- What system was he working on?

- The comm system, sir.

- Good.
- Good?

- Get back to your post.
Let Nunnas take over.

- Aye, sir.

- We, uh, just
found a naked woman

in the torpedo tube.

- Sorry, say that again.

- Yeah, a naked
woman was just found--

- He heard you.

- So do you speak any Russian?
- A little.

- I need you to ask
her a few questions.

Find out who she is.

- We're gonna need a fuck-ton
more information than that.

- Well I know that,
but we'd all like a little--

- She's Russian. So
what does it matter?

Let's just lock her up

and we'll deal with
it if we get home.

- When we get home.

- Yeah. When we get home.

- Gentlemen, the
captain wants to know

who this person is, now.

- Maybe he doesn't.
- What?

- Knowledge is a
tricky thing, Watts.

You heard our orders,

plus she's probably
fucking loaded.

- What is
that supposed to mean?

- She could be
transmitting our position.

- She doesn't
exactly have pockets!

- She could have swallowed it.

- Why would she do that?

- Because they'll know we won't
have equipment on board

to check something like that.

- So...

- So she's like a
Trojan fucking horse.

And you know what they
should have done with that.

- Left it outside.
- Exactly.

- So you want me to put her
back outside? Is that it?

- Well, that's
where she came from.

- Gentlemen, do I
need to remind you

of something called
the Geneva Convention?

- Fucking hell, I'm
not being serious,

but you better hope
I'm wrong about her.

- She doesn't exactly
look like, like...

- Oh, do you hear that, mate?

I think she's good looking.

- Oh, yeah?

- That's good of the
Russians, isn't it?

They dipped her
in honey for you.

- What?
- They sugarcoated her.

- You're both being paranoid.

- That's the fucking job.

- Well, just find something
out from her. All right?

And report back!

- Fucking prick.

- Another problem.
- No, it's good.

- How?

- It's distracting them right
when we need a distraction.

- But we still have
to deal with it.

You think she's
Russian spetznaz?

- I don't know.
I know it's a real bad time

for something unexpected
to enter the field-of-play.

- It could be something else.

You saw the debriefing
on historical sightings.

- I didn't get to it yet.

- The background file.

- Something about the
historical background?

- Fuck me, don't worry.

- Look, man, we gotta focus.

We got bigger issues right now.

- Yeah. We should tell them.

- It'll add uncertainty.
- Or clarity.

- If you're in the historical
files, look up the Yanks.

Our job has always been
the same with them.

- The same
job, but still...

- The Yanks have always
needed a nudge to rub--

- I'm just saying,
if it was me--

- It's not you!

It's me. It's my fucking call.

You can take it up with
London if we get home.

- I was speaking freely and
it doesn't leave this room.

It's just a concern.

- It's a weakness.

- Well, we've all got those.

- You wanted me?
- Hey. Yeah, I do.

Can you take a
blood sample from...

- For what?

- Just for paranoia.

- We can't run any
tests down here.

- She may not know that.

- Trying to scare her?

- People are lying, they've
got something to hide,

and they think you're
about to find out.

They tell you something

just so they can still
control the narrative.

- Hmm. Shaking the tree
just to see what falls out.

- Exactly.

- And if she has
nothing to hide?

- Then she's nothing
to worry about.

- She could be a stowaway.

- It's a real bad time
to be lost at sea, Anna.

- Is there a good time?
- You know what I mean.

- Yeah, I know.

On the same side, remember?

- I know.
- Do you?

- Yeah.
- Okay. So who am I?

- What?

- I thought you were
the intel corps?

- Yeah, I am. But...
- Great. So who am I?

- Who are you?
- Mm-hmm.

- Who are you?
- That's the question.

- You are Ensign Anna Nunnas.

- Hmm?
- I said... Wait, wait.

What was that?

- That was me just
shaking the tree.

- Anna, I... Fuck's sake.

- Report. Simkins?

- Yes, sir.

Jesus, she's back. She's
right on top of us.

- Same sub?

- Yes, sir. She's 1,500
feet off our port side.

I don't think she's seen us.

- Firing solution.

- Yes, Captain.

- Simkins?
- She's holding course.

- Is she going over the bow?
- She will.

- Range at closest?

- 1,100 feet.

- Watts?
- Still working, Captain.

- Firing solution, snapshot
aft, torpedo tube five.

25 seconds to impact.

- Do you think we can get her?

Because if we miss, we're
in a terrible position.

- We could go up behind her.
- Why would we wait?

- Because if we miss, she'll
find it difficult to return fire

before we can get about
two or three more shots.

And our countermeasures

will be much more
effective than theirs.

- Captain, we can drop 2,000
feet below this position

and escape in the
wake of any detonation.

- You want
my recommendation, sir?

- Sir, please...

- Do we know what she is?

- She's Typhoon class.
We can easily outrun her.

- We're not running.

- Sir, please, take the shot.

- Chief of the boat, take us
up quietly once she passes.

- Sir.
- Objection noted, Simkins.

- Aye, sir.

- Yes, Captain
rising on your mark.

- Simkins?
- She's at 8, 5, 5 feet.

- Okay. Rise to
8, 5, 5 feet, smartly.

- Rising to
8, 5, 5 feet smartly.

- Do you hear it?
- Yeah, I hear it now.

- What is that?
- It's just a myth.

- The fuck is that?

What the fuck is that?

- It's not us.
- What?

- Well it must be them!

- Why would
they do that?

- To confuse us.
- Yeah, well it's working!

- Torpedo in the water!
- Bearing?

- Bearing 0, 1, 5.
- What?

- Bearing 0, 1, 5.
- She's firing blind.

- Because she hears it too.
- Hears what?

- The music. It's not from them.

- What the hell does that mean?

- It means there's
something else in the water.

- Make your depth.
1, 5, 0, 0 feet. Dive!

- Making our depth 1, 5, 0, 0
feet. Dive, dive, dive!

- Launch countermeasures.
- Countermeasures away.

- Where's that torpedo?
- Bearing 0, 1, 9.

She's searching, but no lock.

- Lawrence,
we got a fix on her?

- Too much noise, sir.
- Where's that torpedo?

Simkins? Best guess.

- Sir, it's firing in the dark.

- I'm not trying to hit her.

I need that torpedo to
lock onto a heat signature

so we can bug out!

- Sir, there's too many
variables involved in a--

- Aft torpedo,
snapshot bearing 0, 7, 6, sir.

- Sir, please...
- Do it!

- Firing aft
torpedo, bearing 0, 7, 6.

- Firing aft
torpedo, bearing 0, 7, 6.

- Initiating
launch sequence.

- Torpedo away.

- Remote detonate. Let's
see if we can shake her off.

- Mark for
detonation, Captain.

- She's live.

- Simkins?
- Not yet.

- Zero bubble, level
us out. All ahead full.

- Aye, Captain, leveling out.
Zero bubble, all ahead full.

- Distance from us?

- 800 feet, sir.
- Do it!

All stop. Report.

- She's lost in the noise.

- Yeah, hopefully we are too.

- You don't need
him. You are weak.

What do you need from him?

- To admit that he loves me.
- What?

- Uh, sorry. I don't
know why I said that.

- What did you say?
- Nothing.

- Get out of
here. I need a minute.

- Yes, sir.

- That poor little
boy. I know you killed him.

- How did you do that?

- Do what?
- Not you.

- You okay?

You are giving
me strong lesbian vibes.

- That's an hour, sir.

- Okay, let's give her last
known position a wide berth,

say, to the east 900 feet.

Slow and steady.

- Slow and steady.
900 feet to the east.

- I need to show you something.

- Can it wait?
- Simkins?

- Sir?

You got this?
- Yeah.

- Sir?

- You ever heard anything
like that before?

- It's a bold move.
- Move?

- By the Russians.

- You think they
blasted the music?

- Oh, we had some intel a few
years back, sir. Remember?

The Russians were experimenting
with underwater speakers,

trying to confuse the sonars.

- Yeah, yeah, but,

we're just making
the sounds of other subs.

I mean it would
confuse them too.

- Not if they knew exactly
what noise to cancel out.

- Even so...

- I mean, they're
just underwater speakers.

They could be used to
play anything, even music.

- Then why fire blindly?
- I don't know.

- And you couldn't
pin the source?

- Well there could be
several speakers, sir.

- Several?

- It's a great diversion tactic.

We all needed a minute to
get our head around it.

- But why fire?

Can you run this up to HQ?

- The latest damage
report indicated

that the exterior
antenna is inoperable.

- Of course.

Suggestions?

- We're too deep, sir.

But if you allow us
to float the buoy,

we could relay the event and
wait for HQ to come back to us.

- Do it.

- Aye, sir.

This is it, mate.

- We have to tell them.
- We're under orders.

- They'll find out.
- After we launch.

- They'll hang us.
- We're getting hung anyway.

You especially, or
did you forget that?

Jesus Christ, you may as well
be hung for a sheep as a lamb,

otherwise, you killed
that poor kid for nothing.

- I had no choice.
- No, mate.

No, you had no choice as
long as you follow through.

But the minute you
start telling people,

you made that poor fucking
little kid's death pointless.

- This whole thing is fucking
pointless if we're wrong.

- We have a window and
a weapon and a target.

We know where it came from

and we know just for
the next little while

how to cut the
head off that snake.

By the way, we're not
doing what they did.

We're not dropping bombs on
cities full of innocent people.

We're not leaving a fucking
country in ashes like they did.

- They'll help us.

- They won't know what to do

and we haven't got time for
them to wait to regroup.

- They're professionals--

- Which is why they'll
wait for U.S. orders.

- London is making an issue
where they need not be one.

We're fucking allies.

- Bradford, it
will take too long.

They'll wait for the
chain of command.

- We can at least
wait for a little--

- No, we can't, mate,
because if we do,

Russia might nuke
everything that's left!

- I'd rather go down myself
than fuck this all up.

- You got family? Bradford,
you got family back home?

- Yeah.

- Mine were in Boston.

I moved my mom over there after
I got stationed stateside.

Thought it was best,
she was a little sick.

You know, let's keep her close.

You know what happened
to Boston, right?

- Yeah.

- Your family is safe.
Let's keep 'em that way.

- There's not much
left to Boston.

- I don't wanna talk about it.

What I want to do,
Bradford, is my job.

- Sorry.

Buoy's at broadcast depth,
they said you'd wanna know.

- Yeah, okay.

- Yeah, sure, mate.

- Sorry.
- And, Nunnas.

Wait, Anna, hold
on for a second.

- Yes, sir. How can I help you?

- Why are you talking
to me like that?

- Oh, how would you like
me to talk to you, sir?

- You should talk to me

like someone you could say the
worst thing in the world to

and it would be okay, because
you're saying it to me.

- I know.

- Good.

- It's not easy all the time.

Sometimes you feel a
million miles away.

- Not when you're here.

When you're here,
it feels like home.

- Something's wrong.
- Who told you that?

- You did.
- No I didn't.

- Something's wrong and
you're keeping it inside.

What don't you want
me to find out?

- Anna, everything's fine.
- No, listen. I know you.

I see you when you fake, when
you smile and don't mean it.

Try to make other people happy

or in the dark about
what's really going on.

But it doesn't have
to be like that.

At least not with me.

- Yeah, the world's just a
little messed up at the minute,

you know?

- I know. You can too.

- I can what?

- Tell me the worst
thing in the world

and know it'd be okay.

- I know. There is
something I should tell you.

I gotta take that.

- Yeah.
- Just wait.

Yep, Simkins here.

- I love you.

- Copy that, sir. If you just
gimme five minutes, I'll...

Yes, sir.

- Everything okay, sir?

- How long has
she been sleeping?

- Three or four hours.
- She say anything?

- No, sir.

- Anything that might
tell us who she is.

- She has no tattoos.

She hasn't spoken, so I
can't detect an accent.

Doesn't seem to be lucid half
the time, but could be shock.

- Did she eat anything?
- No, sir.

- Did she drink anything?
- That's about all she does.

She's a thirsty girl.

- Okay, well, keep an eye. Let
me know if anything changes.

- Yes, sir.

- What's
the matter? Too drunk?

- I wish.

- Man, what's up with you?

You've been acting
weird all day.

- Trying to keep my
wits about me buddy.

- It's not like
you to be spooked.

Mm, did you see the stowaway?

- Stowaway?

- Fuck, old man.
The girl in med bay!

- What did she look like?

- She's fucking gorgeous.

- We gotta get outta here.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. Calm down.

- Look, you don't understand.

I've heard this
singing before and...

- Do you remember me?

- Lord help me.

- Sir, we're losing
propulsion. Comms are down.

- Go.

- Zero bubble, helm,
let's figure this out.

What's our depth?

- At 100 feet, sir.

- Something draining
our propulsion power.

Find out what's out there.

- Shit!

Jesus.

You scared me.

- I got nothing.

- Well, it's not nothing,
in knocked out comms too.

- No, that's impossible.
It's a separate system.

- Prepare for emergency blow.

- Sir, we can't surface here,

we're too near
the Russian coast.

- What we can't do is lose
propulsion at 900 feet.

- Ship, ready for
emergency blow, sir.

- They're gone!
- What?

- Who's gone?

- The entire
engine crew.

- Gone where?
- I don't know, sir.

- Hull integrity?

- We're 100%, no breach.

- Torpedo room?
- Yes, sir.

- What are we
hoping to find there?

- That's the only
hole off the ship

anybody could get off of.

- Or into.

- Sir...

- Bring that girl in here.

You boys know some
tricks, don't you?

- Captain?
- With making people talk?

- Sir, I
don't think--

- We do, we do.

We do.

- Whatever it takes,
on my authority.

- Yes, sir.

Sir, we have a
properly formatted

emergency action message.

Just came in, stepped
up the launch,

and new target package data.

- The EAM didn't alert

- Could, could, could
be something to do

with the power drain, sir.

- Show me.

- In a
secure room sir.

- We are
secure. Show it to me.

- Aye, sir.

- Gentlemen, this is it, what
we trained for: DEFCON 1.

You are to immediately

rise to launch depth

and fire your entire payload

to target package

Alpha Zulu Niner.

This is on my authority

and directly from the
president of the United States,

your commander-in-chief.

The Alaska early warning
system has been compromised,

whilst the Russians
are on the offensive,

it is critical that
this target package

be destroyed immediately.

I want radio silence. We'll
watch you from the sky.

Good luck.

- Jesus Christ.

- Sir, we must load the target
package data into the system.

- We need the XO.

- Marsh!

- Sir?

- Anyone come through here?

- Through?
- Yeah.

- Well, this is the
end of the ship sir.

- Right. You've been
here the whole time?

- Yes, sir.

- Okay. I need you to
check these tubes again.

- For what?
- Anything that's not a torpedo.

- Comms are down.

- Copy that.
- So just, just stay alert.

- The boat's stopped.

- Yeah, the engine crew's gone.

- Gone where?
- We have no idea.

- Sir...

- Look, I have to get
back to the bridge.

Just secure this
room. All right?

- Yes, sir.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- They wanna see
her on the bridge.

- Okay. I'll bring her
when she wakes up.

- No, now.
- Everything good?

- All right, we need
to authenticate.

- Go ahead.

- They're on
the way, sir.

- Sorry.
- Jesus.

- Sorry about that.

- Here you are, sir.

Target package data reads:

Alpha Alpha Juliet
Juliet Uniform Tango 6, 7.

- Message is authentic.
- Orders, sir?

- Load the target package data.

- Aye, sir.

- Okay, one last chance.

Who are you?

Okay, do what we have
to do to get an answer?

- Sir.

- Wait, what are you doing?
- Come with me.

- Hold on. What's going on here?

- Stand down, sailor.

- She's not military.

- We have no idea what she is.

- We're at DEFCON 1.

The rules of
engagement are clear.

Anything that is a clear and
present danger to the ship

is fair game.

- She's not the enemy.
- We don't know that!

We don't know how
she got on board,

and ever since she has,
we've been tailed, shot,

some of my crew is missing,

and she's the only thing
that doesn't belong!

- You don't belong here.

- Finally, she
speaks. Who are you?

- Someone who does belong here.

- Right, enough.

Do what you have to do.

- Sir.

- Sir...

- She wasn't speaking and she
could speak the whole time.

We don't know who she
is or what she wants

or if she's a wolf
in sheep's clothing.

- Yes, sir.

- Bradford, you okay?

- Yeah.

- Was there something you
wanted to tell me about?

- Nah, I've got this.
- All right, play nice.

- Some of our crew are missing.
I believe you know why.

I believe you mean us harm.

- I believe you mean us harm.

- Who's us?

- Water.

- Who is us?

You need to tell
me why you're here.

If you start being
honest, I can help you.

Otherwise, this only gets worse.

- Honest?
- Yes.

- You should be honest about
what you're doing here.

- Is that a threat?
- Absolutely.

- Hmm.

Who do you work for?

- The simple minds of men.

- You wanna play games with me?

- You should stop.
- Or what?

- This only gets worse.

- What do you want?

- To protect.

- What are you doing?

Hmm, trying to get into my
head. I know what you are.

- How do you know?

- We've known about
your kind for years.

- Most men don't know.

- If they knew, you'd
be extinct by now.

- Are you not afraid?
- Fascinated.

- You won't hear my song.

- Fascinated, not stupid.

Now stay out of my head and
tell me why you're here.

- To guide you.

- Stop.

- If you let me in, then
I can show your mind.

- If I let you in,
I never get out.

- You know you can't
control me, Robert Bradford.

I already saw a glimpse.

That poor boy. You
didn't need to do that.

I think you need me to
keep your secrets now.

- I know you need water, lots
of it. Otherwise you'll die.

- Don't be like all other men.

Thinking that they
hold all the power.

- I have music to drown you out.

- You do.

Tell me, did you ever
find the source of power

draining your engines?

- Wait, what are you doing?

- Shh. It's okay.

Tell me. Tell me.

Tell me everything, my love.

- What's he doing to her?

- What he has to.
- Is he gonna torture her?

- No. But it does no harm
if she believes he might.

- What?

- What the captain did was
theater for her benefit.

- It's true. And
above your pay grade.

- Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.

You wanted me?

- Captain says there's
some pentothol on board.

- For what?

- It can be used
as a truth serum.

- See to it.
- Aye, sir

- Is, uh, is this
gonna be a problem?

- No, sir.

- Anna, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Anna, may I ask you something?

- Yes, Brandon. I think we
sailed past needing to be formal

after you fucked me
on the submarine.

- Okay, easy, Anna.

- Don't worry, I'm
not gonna report you.

- But why not? You should.
- You know why not?

- I do.
- I hate when you do this--

- Family.
- What?

- You never told me
about your family.

- It's a little late for
that, don't you think?

- Anna, pretty please,
with a cherry on top,

would you just tell
me about your family?

- Okay. Three brothers.

- Okay.
- All older.

All willing to
kick any guy's ass

who's gonna hurt
their little sister.

- Well then I hope they're
busy warming a bench somewhere,

'cause Anna Nunnas
doesn't need anybody

to fight her battles.

- Yeah. Remember that.

If in a fight, I'm way more
likely to save your ass.

- Like you ever let me forget.
What about mom and dad?

- Dad left. Mom lives with
Jason, my oldest brother.

- And where is that?
- Ohio.

- Ohio? That's good.

That is so good.

- Clearly, you've
never been to Ohio.

- No.

- Why?

- Why haven't I been to
Ohio? There's nothing there.

- No, Brandon, why
are you asking?

- I was just curious.

- Did you wanna join
us for Sunday church?

- No, it's
not really my thing.

I love that it's your thing.

I love religious girls,
full of sin and guilt.

- You intel officers, always
collecting information.

There's more to life
than that, Brandon.

It's not a spectator sport.

- Oh, thank you. Ensign Nunnas
is gonna teach me about life.

- Don't talk down to me.
- I'm not.

- And stop trying to protect me.

- I'm not.

- I don't need saving
and you know that.

I'm a big fucking girl.

- Okay, easy. Hey,
stop, stop, stop.

I'm not talking down to you.

There's just things sometimes
I wish I didn't know, okay?

- Why?

- Because the truth
hurts sometimes.

- Did I do something wrong?

- What?
- Do you like, not want me?

- I don't wanna lie to you.
- Oh, wow.

- No, I mean--
- Fuck you.

- Anna, why...

- And directly from the
president of the United States,

your commander-in-chief.

We'll watch you from
the sky. Good luck.

We'll watch you from
the sky. Good luck.

- Captain has the conn.

- You okay?

- You know Admiral
Bressers personally.

- Yeah, I do.

- It's just that it
all our previous EAMs,

he's been very frank, open,
using your first name a lot,

things like that.

- Well I think DC is a pretty
stressful place right now.

- Of course, you're right.

- What are you getting at?

- I don't know.
Nothing, I suppose.

- Where are we on power?

- Marsh's fixing it, manually.

- What?

- All the electrodes are fried.

It may have something to do
with the propulsion going down.

- But how?
- The system is--

- No, the system can withstand
anything like a direct hit.

Plus we have backups.

- I'll look into it, sir.
- Quickly. We have orders.

- But, sir, the comms are
still completely down.

- So if the order's
changed or rescinded...

- We wouldn't know.

- Get me power
- Sir.

- Simkins.
- XO?

- Yeah, just something
kind of random.

- Sure.

- That last briefing
message from Bressers.

- What about it?

- Anytime he sends one, he signs
off with "Godspeed," right?

- Right.
- Well he didn't this time.

- Sir?

- Was the message
cut short at all?

- No.

- And another thing, he also
said "your commander-in-chief,"

like as if it's not his own.

- Well, I don't know. He's
stressed out, you know?

He's got every reason to
be, DEFCON 1, and all that.

- That's what the
captain said, too.

- And we authenticated
orders, right?

- Yeah.

- It's good to have doubts, XO,

but I dunno, we've
gotta follow orders,

- Right, so that later on,

we can say that we were
just following orders.

- What did you need?

- Can you just ask
HQ to reconfirm?

I'd rather triple-check
with something like this.

- I'd love to, sir,
but the comms are down.

- Yeah, I'm, I'm working
on getting those back up.

- Well, you get
the power up, sir,

and I'll triple
check it for you.

- The last thing we
need is more surprises.

- Get out
of my fucking head!

- Oh, God.

- Get out of
my fucking head!

Get out of my fucking,

get out of my fucking head!

Get out.

Get out of my fucking head!

- Hey, stop! Calm down!

- Stop! Stop! Stop!

- You've got to stop.

- He's seizing.
- Please, we have to leave.

- Anna, Anna!

- We have to leave.

- What happened?
- I don't know.

- Are you okay?
- All right, come on.

Let's get him up.
Let's get to med bay.

- Help me.
- Up!

- We have to
leave. We have to move.

- What happened here?
- He attacked me.

- What did you say to him?

Okay, all right, Marsh,
get to the engine room.

They need your help. We need
to get propulsion going again.

- Sir...
- Marsh, now!

- I'm coming.

- In accordance with
international maritime law,

I'm detaining you
until such time

as we can ascertain your
intentions upon our vessel.

- Sir...

- We can emergency blow
at any time, right?

- Yes, sir.

Without power, we won't be
able to maneuver or resubmerge.

- Once we're at launch depth,
how long to fire the payload?

- 65 seconds.

- You know we have
a job to do, right?

- I'm with you, sir.

- Whatever it takes.

- A lot of people
depending on us.

- Exactly. Thank you, Justine.

- Aye, aye, Captain.

- Kill him.

- I dunno.

- Well, when was the
last time you saw him?

Was he at your end of the ship?

- He's too dirty to be
at our end of the ship.

- He never even
leaves the torpedo--

- Stand down, Bradford.

- We have to stop.

- Bradford, you all right?

- Whoa, hey, hey.

- We have to stop.

Give that to me.

- Sir, the launch control!
- Hey!

- Hey, Hey!
- Get off!

- Stop, stop, stop!
Calm down, calm down!

Hey, hey, let's talk.

- Thanks.

- What's wrong?

- It's all lies, what
we're doing this for,

and I'll take it all back.

I saw, they'll win.

Friend, friend,
look at me relax.

Mate, it's me, it's me,
buddy. Come on, mate.

- That's right, you.
You spin the lie.

You're gonna kill us all.

- Relax, mate, relax.

- I can't get her
out of my head.

- All right.

- We're all gonna lose it!
- Kill him.

- If you die, the
truth comes out.

- Let him go, Bradford.
- Stop, Bradford.

I can't let you hurt him.

- Fire.

What the hell is going on?

- I don't know.

- Are you okay?

Get checked out.

- Sir.

- Launch controls are
secured, Captain.

- Get me power.

- Look, we're
trying but...

- But what?

- But we can't find Marsh.

- Any dizziness?
- No.

- Nausea? Blurred vision?

- I'm good.
- Follow the light.

Can you for once do what I ask?

- I said I'm good.

What's wrong?

- Do you hear it?

- Hear what?
- The music.

- Music? No one should
be playing music.

We're running ultra quiet.

- Not now. When I close my
eyes, it makes me, sometimes...

- It's something to
do with her, isn't it?

She's the one thing
out a place here.

- You don't know that!
- I do. And so do you.

Anna, she was the last
person to speak to Bradford,

and you saw what
happened to him.

- I'm not good at keeping
secrets, you know that.

I can't just shut
myself off like you can.

- Yes, you can.
- No, I can't.

- Well, you need to, Anna,
but you're a petty officer.

This is the easiest it's ever
gonna be. Like suck it up!

- Wow. Yes, sir.

- No, I--
- You know for an intel officer,

you're lacking some brain power.

- I was trying to tell you--
- Yeah.

I know.

Just not trying to be
some locker room joke.

- You're not.

You sleep on your
left-hand side.

You tuck your hands into
your chest when you sleep,

you love sour candy
and spicy food.

You listen to that
stupid rain river music

to fall asleep to,

and you have a Bible, but
I know you'd never read it.

- How do you know that?

- Because I put something inside

so that you would know
you're not a locker room joke

and you haven't seen it.

Because what I'm
trying to say is--

- That you're stupid.

- People don't always
tell people how they feel,

'cause they're worried about
them not feeling it back, Anna.

- She hasn't slept once.

- What?

- She's been here two
days. Hasn't slept.

- Is that possible?
- No.

- With adrenaline
or she's in shock?

- No, after an adrenaline rush,

she'd fall in a deeper
sleep for longer.

And even if she needed to
sleep or didn't, she's...

- She's what?

- She's pretending. She's
pretending to sleep.

She's trying to be
something she's not.

- Okay, stay away from
her. She's dangerous.

And you're right,

I am pretty stupid.

- Me too.

- You know, for some reason,
I can't get you outta my head.

- I like your accent.

- Well, thank you. It's British.

- Your sailors once
ruled half the ocean.

- Cheers to that, huh?

Thirsty girl.

I'm a really good listener.

But you know what
my other skill is?

Lip reading.

Stay outta my head, 'cause
I know what you are.

I wouldn't recommend
it, Captain.

We got bigger fish
to fry, and all that.

- Okay. We need to
quarantine that room.

No one sees her from now on.

- That's a good call, sir.

- I got one last
thing to stay to her.

- Sir, maybe...

Shit.

- My ship has no power. My
crew is starting to disappear.

One went mad, and right
now you're the only thing

that doesn't make any sense.

- You are Captain?
- Correct.

- Tell your sailors to go home.

- If you don't tell me
how you're doing this,

who you are, or
where you came from,

I will put you back where we
found you and flush you myself.

- You want the truth?
- Yes.

- He's lying to you.

- Who's lying?

- The keeper of secrets.

- What's he lying about?

- Everything.

- What do you think?

- She's using
manipulation tactics.

It's like she's
messing with our minds.

For all we know, she could
have drugged Bradford.

- And the crew? Marsh?

- I just don't know.

- You keep this door
locked and guarded.

- Sir.

- Keep an eye on Brandon.
- Aye, sir.

- Double-check this
target package here.

- We've checked it three times,
I'm not sure--

Captain!

(lock box opens

- Handcuffs.

- Yes, sir.

- What the
hell is going on?

- Do it.

Now, Nunnas.

- Wait, Anna...

- How long till
that's ready?

- Just a minute, apparently.

- Okay, you want to talk
before that takes effect?

- Captain, please...

- Did you cut the comms?

- Captain, you need to--

- Did you cut--
- Yes, I cut the comms!

- Tell him how to
switch it back on.

- Sir, please,

you must understand,
this is for your safety.

- No, no, no.
You're smart, right?

You may have disabled the
system but you can restore it.

You might need it later.

Are you trying to
delay the launch?

- No.

- Then why the power?
- That wasn't me.

- Oh, bullshit,

they happened at
the exact same time.

- No, they didn't!
The power was going down

and I saw an opportunity
to cut the comms.

- Because you were trying
to stop the launch!

- No, I wasn't. The
power wasn't me!

- Why do you want
to stop the launch?

- I'm not delaying the
launch! I want the launch!

Right fucking now!

- What?

- DC is gone, and so is most
of the east coast of America.

But there's a USB key drive in
the intel room, in my laptop.

Pull it out and enter
the encryption code 9384.

The comms are still there,

we were just jamming
them internally.

- What do you mean, DC is gone?

- 72 hours ago,

Russian military forces struck
at the east coast of America.

Langley, your government,
DC, it's all gone.

- Do what he says, double time.

- Yes, sir.

- This had better
not be another lie.

- I wish it was.

- Son of a bitch.

- Check it.
- Check what?

- What he's saying.
- On it.

Jesus Christ!

He was telling the truth.

New York, Boston,
Washington, they're all gone.

- How bad is it?

- About as bad as it can be.

- You didn't wanna lie.
- Not to you.

- That's why you
didn't want me around.

- I'm sorry.
- You should have told me.

- I wanted to,
Anna. I really did.

- You really think
that little of me?

- Ohio.
- What?

- Ohio wasn't hit.

That's why I had to know
where your family was.

Ohio wasn't hit. They are safe.

And I think about
you all the time.

- So the relationship's
really working?

- I guess it is.

- So I can ask you anything?

- Yes.

- Do you love me?

- Okay. You're not
lying, not now.

What the hell is going
on? You get one chance.

- The U.S. military,
or what's left of it,

is being run from the
embassy in London.

Britain is the next target

if we don't surrender
immediately.

We are the only boat in position
for a short-range attack

that wouldn't be shot down.

We have a clean
bullet and one shot.

Please, Captain, take it!

We're the only sub
in the position

to make a short-range strike

that will get through to key
Russian military targets.

We're not targeting
cities or people.

- Then why not tell us?

- Because we're just intel here.

But if you believe that
the orders came from above,

from your government, then
you can be our weapon.

- The video?

- It's a fake. Admiral
Bressers is dead.

So is the president of the
United States, so is the VP,

so is the speaker of
the House, the Senate,

the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

- Okay, I get it. I got it.

- We have to strike.

The targeting intel is
already 72 hours old.

- Even if we wanted
to, we have no power.

- That wasn't me.

- Get someone on the line,

find out what our
actual orders are.

- There's no one there.
There's nobody there.

No one can help us.
We're on our own.

It's, it's up to you, Captain.

We are allies, for
the love of God.

If we do nothing, London
is gonna be hit. Please!

Please, we've got a
bullet and a clean shot.

For the love of God,
Captain, take it!

- Sir, we could emergency blow.

- Do it, do it, please.

- No.

- Captain, please. Some
things are more important.

- Sir, I don't, I don't
know what to believe

from this idiot, but we have
redundancy no matter what.

There are other subs out there.

If we don't launch,
then they will.

- No, we don't.

The Mississippi, the
Alabama, the Excelsior,

they're all sunk.

- Hey, you shut
the fuck up, okay!

I have friends on those ships!

- Check it. It's on the wire.

Check it!

- Get someone on the
line, now, Watts,

- We're the only ones.

We're the only ones.
We are the only ones.

Nobody back there can
help us. It's up to us.

It's up to you.

- No, they can tell us that
we're targeting the right sites.

- Our comm chatter will
reveal our position.

We'll ruin the
element of surprise.

Please, Captain.

- No, no.

I am not firing blind
based on the confession

of someone who's
lied to my face!

- Not getting
anything. Orders, sir?

- Get someone on the line.

Lawrence, prepare
for emergency blow.

- Aye, aye, Captain.

- Oh, not with me.

- So what is she?

- Something else.

- Friendly?
- No, it's a problem.

And one that's gonna kill
us all if we don't solve it.

- Sir, U.S. embassy in London

confirms we're
still at DEFCON 1.

It's the president's last order.

- She's making noise.

Noise that the
Russians can track.

And if the Russians track
us, then we are all dead.

- Let me go.
- No, no.

- It's men that keep
going crazy or go missing.

She won't do that to me.

- Anna, wait--

- No, no, no. If you know
something, now's the time.

- She's not a human.
She's something else.

Something from the ocean.

- I'm sorry, is this a joke?

- We've had intel for years

about things that live
deep in the ocean,

creatures like her.

Generally speaking,
they keep out of our way

and we do the same,
but every now and then,

one of 'em surfaces, to check
out what men are doing.

- Mermaids. He's, he's
talking about mermaids!

- She's dangerous.
- This is ridiculous!

- Put her back in that tube
and get her off this ship.

- No, no, no. You've lost it.

I mean these are, these
are myths, wives tales--

- Based on reality!

It's based on reality
because it was easier

for men to pretend that
the monsters weren't real.

- All monsters are human.

- You think I'm wrong?

You think I'm wrong?
She's thirsty, right?

Anna, tell them, she's
thirsty all the time.

Give her salt water.
Watch her drink it down.

She won't react at all.

- Lawrence.
- Sir?

- Get a bottle of water
and salt from the galley.

- Sir.

- Say it's true.
- Captain--

- Just, say it's true.
What does she want?

- Nothing good

- To throw us off course.

- Wait, what?

- In the stories, they
appeared to sailors

to throw them off course.

Ever since she's been
here, we've been stuck.

- She's right.
- Let me go.

- No, Anna.

- You and Nunnas go together.

Give her the salt
water and report back.

- Yes, sir.

- Lawrence, you
have your sidearm?

- Yes, sir.
- Good.

She gives you any trouble,
you take her down.

- Aye, aye, Captain

- Anna, be careful.

Captain, it's a mistake.

That thing can't
be bargained with

and she isn't gonna
be a prisoner.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- I didn't know myself.

- Is she the music?

- Because she's not alone.

Could somebody
please unhook me?

- Are you buying any of this?

- He's not lying.

- It doesn't mean he's right.

- She was in my head in
a way I can't explain,

and she's here in a
way no one can explain.

- Sir, we've got something.
- Let's see it.

- Captain Banks,
I'm Admiral James.

Admiral Bressers is dead.

We're heading up what's left

of the United
States Armed Forces.

The Russians have
managed to disable

our entire U.S. Air Force
using targeted EMP attacks.

We're at DEFCON 1
and command is gone.

We're running operations
out of London,

because, as by now you may know,

the entire east coast of the
United States is all but gone.

We understand there's two

British intelligence
officers onboard

getting authority
from the military

and the government there.

It's a total breach of trust

between the two nations.

But we have bigger fish to fry,

and we're all working
for the same goal.

But trust me, we will revisit
this when the dust settles.

More importantly,

there's a clear and present
danger from the Russians

and we need to act.

Otherwise, Berlin,

Paris, London,
they'll all be next.

We've received an
updated target package

to include a full nuclear yield.

We've got one shot
here, Captain. Take it.

You'll receive an
updated target package

within the next five minutes.

Standby. James out.

- Jesus Christ.
- Sir, can you release me?

- Hello, ladies.

- How are you feeling?
- Thirsty.

- Do you know what
happened to Dale?

- Yes. He wanted to
fuck me, so I ate him.

- Stay still.

- I mean you no harm.
You're my girls.

Plus, aren't you sick and
tired of men running the show?

Men are going to burn the world.

- You're here to
stop the launch.

- Men are going
to burn the world.

- We're under attack.

- Men are attacking each other.
It is none of our concern.

But your weapons will
block out the sun.

We cannot stand
around and do nothing.

- If we don't strike now,

there'll be nothing
left to save.

- There is a whole world
I can show you ladies,

a world for women
in an endless ocean

where time has no meaning,

a world without the anger
and violence of men.

- Without violence?
You killed our friends.

- If you could see
into their minds,

you wouldn't call them friends.

- Stop, you fucking freak!

- Don't talk like them. I
can see you, the real you.

You have no love for men.

Kill the men.

Kill all the men.

- Justine?

- Do it, and
I'll set you free.

- Justine?

- You know what to do.

- Justine?

Stop!

- Target package
received, sir.

- Authenticate.
- Aye, sir.

Target package reads Romeo 4
Tango Hotel Oscar Mike 4, 5, 7.

- Message is authentic.
Load the new package.

- Aye, sir.

- Simkins.
- Sir.

- Emergency blow.
- Yes, sir.

- You know this means
we're sitting ducks?

- Well, it gives everybody
else a fighting chance, right?

- I agree with him,
sir, for what it's worth.

- Commencing emergency
blow.

We are rising.

- Captain Banks,

new target package has
been delivered.

Satellites are picking up
Russians fueling their missiles.

I repeat, launch
immediately. James out.

No!

- You can feel it.

You can feel it.
You knew it was him.

- You bitch!

- Your love would've never
last. He's only a man.

- He was mine.

- Oh, no? Not even
Anna's sure of that.

Did you even tell
him you loved him?

- I did. I don't
think he heard.

- We're making a mistake.

- Justine, take
it easy now, okay?

We're in the snap count.

- Cancel it.

- We have to protect those
who can't protect themselves.

- Funny you should say that.

There's a whole world
beneath the surface.

You should see it.

- Tell me.
- Don't stall.

- Lawrence, your family,
New Jersey, right?

- Kill them all.

- What?
- They're all dead.

Everyone's dead, because we
were attacked without warning.

- Get out of my head.

- This guy's
gonna keep firing

until there's
nothing left.

There's a lot more families
to save. We can't do nothing.

- Stop.

Stop.

- No.

- Turn it off, or I kill him.

- No.

- Kill me, or I'll be
the one to kill you.

- So brave. You can't save him.

- I can fight what
he was fighting.

- What's that?
- Monsters?

- Three,

two...

- Stop.

- Good boy.

- Push the button.

- I'm sorry.

- Submarine
at launch depth.

- Let me in.
Let me set you free.

- Nunnas, Anna,

fire.

- Okay. Are you sure?

- Give them a fighting chance.
- Okay.

- Stop!

- You stop.

- Think. Don't do this for
men because he told you to.

- I'm doing it for men and
women. Everyone who can't fight.

- I can bring him back.

- What?

- Your lover.
I can bring him back.

- You're lying.

- I'm, negotiating.

- So bring him back.

- Only if you don't fire.

- Then what? Hmm?

- I'll leave. You'll be rescued.

I can see things that you can't.

- No! Don't fucking touch him!

- You will never step
foot on a ship again,

but you'll live by
the ocean, with him.

He teaches, you paint.
You have three boys.

- How could
you possibly know that?

- Like I said, time
works differently.

In some ways, we've
already done all of this.

- Bring him back.

- Don't fire.

- Banks, fire the
goddamn payload!

They're about to launch.
We need to strike first.

Given the flight time to target,

we only have a 30-second window.

- Just wait. Just 30
seconds, and it's all over.

You can tell him everything
you didn't get to say.

Your story is so full of love.

That's why I can't get
into that head of yours.

I know things that you
can't possibly know.

- He knows I love him. I love
everything good in this world.

Some things are worth saving.

- Starting with him.

I'll save him and
he will save you.

- Ah.

You don't know everything.

- What?

- He would've known
not to say that.

Men are at war
and it's a man's world,

but it'd be
nothing without a woman.