All language subtitles for The Hunt for Red October 1990_track3_[eng]

(WIND HOWLING)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Mmm.

(WHISTLE BLOWING)

Hey, what are
you doing?

You're supposed to be
upstairs sleeping.

Stanley keeps
waking me up.

(CHUCKLES)
I get it.

(GRUNTS) Boy,
are you getting heavy.

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

Two stories,
two glasses of water.

(SIGHS)

Jack, you're going
to miss the plane.

Okay. Cricket,
you listen to me.

You go upstairs with
Mrs. Wheeler right now
and go to sleep.

And while I'm on
my business trip,

I'll get Stanley
a little brother,
okay?

Will you promise?

I promise.

Can I get you
anything, sir?

No, thank you
very much.

You know,
if you did try
and get sleep,

the flight will go
a lot faster.

(SCOFFS) I can never
sleep on a plane...

Turbulence.

Pardon?

Turbulence...
Solar radiation heats
the earth's crust,

warm air rises,
cold airs descends...

Turbulence.
I don't like that.

Oh. Well, try to get
some sleep anyway.

(CUP RATTLING)

Dr. Ryan?

Jack, boy,

get yourself
in here.

Jesus!

You look
like hell.

Thank you very much,
Admiral.

Want coffee?
I think I need
some coffee.

I'm not gonna ask you
how your flight went.

When's the last time
you got some sleep?

Oh, I don't know.

This thing's still on
London time.

Milk and sugar?
Milk and sugar.

So,
how's Caroline?

Last time I saw her
was at your...

Granddad's place
in Maine, wasn't it?

She's fine.

Sends you her best.

And Sally?

She's fine.

What is she now,
3?

Uh, no, she's a very
precocious 5.

Uh...

She announced to
Caroline and I
the other day

that her life
would be considerably
less lonely

if we were to buy her
a baby brother.

Buy one?
Buy one. (LAUGHS)

But, uh, she decided
that it would be enough

if we were
to buy one
for Stanley.

Who's Stanley?

Uh, Stanley's
a bear.

All right.

What's important enough
to get you on a plane

in the middle
of the night?

RYAN: British Intelligence
obtained these pictures
two days ago.

She's the
Red October,

the latest
Typhoon class.

Big son of a bitch.

Twelve meters longer
than the standard Typhoon.

Three meters wider.

The captain's name
is Ramius.

One of yours?

Yeah. I did the bio
on him last year.

He's taken out
the lead boat

in each new sub class
for the last 10 years.

Fairly good
political connections.

Trained most of their
attack boat skippers.

The Russians
call him

Vilnius Nastavnic...

The Vilnius
Schoolmaster.

ADMIRAL: What are
these doors?

Those doors, sir,
are the problem.

I... I don't know
what they are.

Neither do
the British.

Perhaps our friends
in Murmansk have

come up with
something new.

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

Do you know
Skip Tyler?

Sub driver.
He was.

Got clipped by
a drunk driver
and lost his leg.

Now he's doing
some teaching
at the academy,

some consulting
for the Navy labs.

Clearance?
Top secret
or better.

Margie, have a car
for Dr. Ryan

downstairs
in 10 minutes.

A satellite caught
Red October

in Polijarny Inlet
this morning.

(WHALE SINGING)

JONES: Do
you hear it?

(BEEPING)

BEAUMONT:
(SIGHS) No.

JONES: Beaumont,
at Caltech,

we used to do this
in our sleep.

You hear it now?

BEAUMONT:
Wait a minute.
Oh-oh.

Maybe. Um...

It's buried in
surface clutter?

Yes. (SLOWLY)

I should go to SAPS?
Correct,
Seaman Beaumont.

Signal Algorithmic
Processing Systems.

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

So...

Like Beethoven
on the computer,

you have labored
to produce...

(PRINTER WHIRRING)

A biologic.

A what?

A whale, Beaumont.
A whale...

A marine mammal
that knows a hell
of a lot more

about sonar
than you do.
(SIGHS)

Kill the SAPS.

Train over
to 2-6-9 and

let's try it again.

If he gets to
ragging on you
too bad, kid,

you could always
ask him about
Pavarotti.

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

I was right
in the middle

of teaching
Seaman Beaumont here,

the intricacies
of modern sonar.
Now...

Yeah. and I ain't
chief of the boat.

I'm actually Sheena,
Queen of the Jungle.

Cob, please.
BEAUMONT:
Come on, Cob. Tell me.

Okay. Fine.
Go ahead.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Seaman Jones,
here, he's...

He's into music
in a big way.

He figures this
whole boat is

basically just his own

personal, private
stereo set.

(BITH CHUCKLE)

So he gets this
piece of Pavarotti...

It was Paganini.
Whatever.

It was Paganini.

Look, this is
my story, okay?
Then, tell it right, Cob.

Pavarotti
is a tenor.

Paganini
was a composer.

(SIGHS) Okay.

So he's got
this music,

and he's got it out
in the water.
And he's...

He's listening to it
on his headsets,

and he's just
happy as a clam.

And then all hell
breaks loose.

There's a whole
slew of boats
out of San Diego...

Including one
way out at Pearl.

Including one,
way the hell out
at Pearl.

All of a sudden,
they start hearing...

Pavarotti...
Pavarotti.
(LAUGHS)

Coming out
of their asses.
(ALL LAUGHING)

Jones, here...
(SONAR BEEPING)

What do I do?
I got it.

(TYPING RAPIDLY)

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

Designate contact
number Sierra 3-5.

Captain, aye.
What've you got, Jones?

JONES:
Distant contact,
probably submerged.

It's a wild guess,
but i'd say,

we hit a boomer
coming out of the barn.

Could be a missile boat
out of Polijarny.

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

Sonar, aye.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

...Armageddon.

"And the seventh angel

"poured forth his bowl
into the air,

"and a voice cried out
from heaven, saying,

"'It is done.'"

A man with your
responsibilities

reading about
the end of the world.

(CHUCKLES)

And what's this?

"I am become Death,

"the destroyer
of worlds."

It is an ancient
Hindu text,

quoted by
an American.

American?
Mmm.

He invented
the atomic bomb,

and he was
later accused of
being a communist.

You wrote and
underlined
these passages?

No.

This book belonged
to my wife.

I keep it for
sentimental value.

I'm sorry,
Comrade Captain.
Your wife was...

A beautiful woman.
Her death was...
Unfortunate.

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

How many agents
did the KGB
put aboard my boat?

Your boat,
Captain?
Yes.

This vessel belongs
to the people
of the Soviet Union.

Besides,

if the KGB
or the GRU
has agents aboard,

I will be
the last to know.

I suggest we
open our orders,
Captain.

Certainly, Comrade.

(INAHLES DEEPLY)

"From Commander,

"Strategic
Submarine Forces,

"Red Banner
Northern Fleet."

We're to
proceed north

to grid square
reference 5-4-9-0

and rendezvous with
Alfa submarine
Konovalov.

Captain Tupolov's
boat.

You know Tupolov?

I know he descends
from aristocracy

and that
he was your student.

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

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

Having made contact,

we are to run
a series of drills.

Tupolov will hunt us
while we test our ship.

Having evaluated
the operational readiness
of the caterpillar drive,

we are to return
to Polijarny

on or about the 16th
of this month.

Captain,

this is an historic
moment for all of us.

I should like to
make a request.

Before you proceed, Comrade...
I know it is not
protocol, Captain,

but would you
permit me to
post our orders

and inform the crew
of our mission?

(GRUNTS)

(CHOKES)

(GASPING)

RAMIUS:
Where I'm going,

you cannot follow.

Dr. Petrov,

report to my cabin
immediately.

There's been
a dreadful accident.

(INDISTINCT YELLING)

Hey, buddy!

Daniel,
got any more rods?

More rods!

Listen to me.

There's no cradle
underneath it!

Get it over.

Relax! Stop being
an old maid.

Do you want to
come up here
and do it yourself?

All right.
Bring her up.

Ryan!

Who let you
in here?

Hey, Skip.

What, have they
got you playing
with models now?

Ah!

Damn it, Bill!

Tell 'em to
slow down!

STEINER:
I'm doing it.
I'm doing it.

Calm it down,
will you?

It's not a model.

The DSRV.

Rescue sub.

I know what it is.
I've just never
seen one before.

What are you
doing with it?

Ah, well,
we're rigging it

with a generic
docking collar,

so it'll mate
with British,
German...

Just about
anybody's sub.

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

How's your back?
It's fine.

You got a minute?

SKIP: Bigger than
a regular Typhoon.

What are these doors?

You don't miss much,
do you?

Now, those are
too big to be
torpedo tubes.

Would you launch
an ICBM horizontally?

Sure. Why would
you want to?

They're
symmetrical.

Right down
the long axis
of the sub.

How about a towed
sonar array?

Uh-uh. Too close
to the screws.

I'll be...

This...
This could be
a caterpillar.

A what?
Uh,
a caterpillar drive.

Magneto-hydrodynamic
propulsion.

You follow?
No.

It's like a...

A jet engine
for the water.

Goes in the front,
gets squirted
out the back.

Only, it's got
no moving parts,

so it's very,
very quiet.

Like, how quiet?

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

And if it did,
it'd sound like

whales humping
or some kind of
seismic anomaly.

Anything but
a submarine.

We messed with this
a couple of years ago.

Couldn't make it work.

They really built this?

This isn't
a mock-up
or anything?

She put to sea
this morning.

(SIGHS)

When I was 12,

I helped my daddy
build a bomb shelter
in our basement,

because some fool
parked a dozen warheads

ninety miles
off the coast
of Florida.

This thing
could park

a couple of
hundred warheads

off Washington
and New York,

and no one
would know
anything about it

until it was
all over.

(GRUNTS)

Are you all right,
Captain?

Oh, yes.

It's just to die
for something

as petty as
slipping on tea.

You're blaming
yourself, Captain.

It was
an accident.

You'll feel better
when we put in.

Put in?

Well, to base,
Captain.

We cannot
go on without
a political officer.

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

and I'm a senior
combat officer.

We do not
cancel operations
because of accidents.

Seaman.

Come here.

Come here.

Your name?

Cook's assistant,
Loginov, sir.

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

I'm removing
the political
officer's

missile key...
Carry on.

And I'm
keeping it myself.

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

I'm afraid that's
impossible, Doctor.

Our orders are for
strict radio silence.

Orders, sir.

That's all,
Loginov.
Yes, sir.

This is most
unnerving, Captain.

The reason for having
two missile keys

is so that
no one man

may...

May what?

May arm
the missiles.

Perhaps I should
keep the key.

Thank you.
That'll be all,
Doctor.

Captain, I...
When I address
the crew,

then you will
understand.

Yes, sir.

Petrov.
Yes, sir?

I will try to forget
your comments

when I present
my report.

Thank you, sir.

JAMES: Holding steady
on 3-1-0.

Twelve knots
at about
20,000 yards.

Have you got
a make on him?

Computer's chewing
on it, sir.

Twin screws.

The plant noise
sounds like a Typhoon.

(PRINTER CLATTERING)

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

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

Mmm-hmm,
sub plant hasn't said
anything about it.

Hmm.

All right.

How many
Typhoons we got
in the computer?

Six, sir.
Okay.

Call this guy
Typhoon 7.

Start a tape on him.

See if we can work
in a little closer.
Yes, sir.

Won't he hear us?

Not if we stay
in his baffles,
Seaman Beaumont.

Not if we stay
in his baffles.

Come in behind
his propeller,

and he's deaf
as a post.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(CLAMORING)

Any sonar contacts,
Mr. Kamarov?

No contacts,
Captain.

The sonar is clear.
Good.

Do we have any
surface contacts,
Mr. Borodin?

No contacts, sir.
Scope is clear.
Good.

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

(WHISTLE)

RAMIUS:
Comrades,
this is your Captain.

It is an honor
to speak to you today,

and I'm honored
to be sailing with you

on the maiden voyage
of our motherland's

most recent achievement.

And once more,

we play our
dangerous game,

a game of chess,

against our
old adversary,

the American Navy.

For 40 years,
your fathers before you
and your older brothers

played this game
and played it well.

But today,
the game is different.

We have the advantage.

It reminds me
of the heady days

of Sputnik and
Yuri Gagarin,

when the world trembled
at the sound of our rockets.

Well, they will
tremble again

at the sound
of our silence.

The order is,
engage for silent drive.

Aye, sir.

Ballast control,
open outer doors.

Yes,
open outer doors.

Diving command.

Engage caterpillar
and secure main engines.

Doors opening,
Captain.

Comrades,

our own fleet
doesn't know
our full potential.

They will do
everything possible
to test us,

but they will only
test their own
embarrassment.

We will leave
our fleet behind.

We will pass through
the American patrols,

pass their
sonar nets,

and lay off
their largest city

and listen to their
rock 'n' roll

while we conduct
missile drills.

And...

And when
we are finished,

the only sound
they will hear
is our laughter,

while we sail
to Havana,

where the sun
is warm

and so is
the comradeship.

(CHEERING)

Cryogenic plant
coming on line,
Captain.

A great day,
comrades.

We sail
into history.

(SINGING
STATE ANTHEM
OF THE USSR
IN RUSSIAN)

Caterpillar
engaging.

Caterpillar engaging,
Captain.

(BEEP FADING)

What happened?
I don't know.

(SINGING CONTINUING)

Full rudder left.
Full rudder left.

Navigator.
New course, 2-5-0.

Yes, new course,
2-5-0.

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

(SONAR BEEPING)

(CONTINUE SINGING)

Sonar contact,
Captain.
Port quarter.

Close aboard.

American,
Los Angeles class.

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

Is the American
turning to follow us?

No, Captain.

The American
is continuing
in his original course.

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

(CHUCKLES)

And the singing?

(CONTINUE SINGING)

Let them sing.

What are you
talking about?
Check your gear.

Running diagnostics
now, Captain.
(KEYS CLACKING)

(CLATTERING)

Sonar is working,
Captain.

The Russian
disappeared.

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

and then
he was gone.

And for a second,
I thought I heard...

Heard what?

I thought I heard
singing, sir.

Singing?
Yes, sir.

(PHONE RINGING)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Da, da.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Da, da, da.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
Da, da.

Good morning,
sir.

I hope we had
a lovely evening.
Da, da.

A little chilly
this morning.

There's a letter there
from Marko Ramius.

Ah, Marko.

(TELEPHONE RINGS)

Yes?

No.
This is Dr. Ryan.

What the hell
happened?

Come on.
This is no longer
a research project.

RYAN: I got a line
on those doors.

You know
what they are?

A nearly silent
propulsion system?

How did you
know that?

The captain of the sub
we had following her
radioed in.

Thing up and disappeared
right in front of him,

and that's only
the half of it.

Read.

Oh!
I'm sorry.

Got your ID?

My God,
this is unbelievable!

The
Kirov,
three Sverdlovs,

the
Kiev,
the
Minsk.

They've sortied their
whole bloody fleet.

ADMIRAL: That's about
the size of it.

MATTHEW:
Good afternoon, Admiral.
Afternoon, Matthew.

Where are we
going anyway?

Briefing for
Jeffrey Pelt,

President's National
Security Adviser.

Most of the Joint Chiefs
will be there,

along with
a few other people.

Who's giving
the briefing?

You are.

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

So all you
got to do...

Look.

No one understands
this material
better than you.

Just give him
a rundown on the sub

and a precis
of the stuff
in your hand.

He's liable
to ask some
direct questions.

Give him
direct answers.

Tell him
what you think.

Come on.

(CLEARING THROAT)

Uh, gentlemen,
the last 24 hours

have seen some
extraordinary

Soviet naval activity.

The first to sail
was this ship,

we believe
called the
Red October,

in reference to the
October Revolution of 1917.

A variant
of the Typhoon class,

she's some
650 feet long

and 32,000 tons
submerged displacement.

Roughly the same size
as a World War II
aircraft carrier.

We believe that
these doors,

here on the bow
and again on the stern,

enclose a unique
propulsion system,

a magneto-hydrodynamic
drive, or caterpillar,

that would enable
the sub to run
virtually silent.

It is possible that
this new drive system

allowed the captain,
a man named Ramius,

their senior and perhaps
most respected commander...

Do we have his
picture available?

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

which trailed
Red October

from harbor this morning.

It is also possible

that this
drive system,
if operable,

could render
the
Red October

undetectable to our
SOSUS warning nets
in the Atlantic.

Mr. Ryan, would you
characterize this

as a first-strike
weapon?

Uh, that is
a possibility, sir.

Uh, it is designed
to approach by stealth

and to shower
its target

with multiple
independent warheads

with little
or no warning
before impact.

God damn thing
is made to
start a war.

Proceed, Mr. Ryan.

About the same time
the
Dallas
lost contact,

there were
additional sailings
from Polijarny

and from Leningrad
on the Baltic

and from
the Mediterranean.

There are now some
58 nuclear submarines

headed at high speed
into the Atlantic.

This afternoon,
a satellite pass
over Polijarny

found heat blooms
in the engineering plants

at the
Kirov,
the
Minsk,

and more than
20 other cruisers
and destroyers,

indicating they were
preparing to sail.

This constitutes
the bulk

of the Soviet
Surface Fleet.

MOORE: Admiral Greer,
your conclusions.

Well, sir,
the data support
no conclusions as yet.

The absence
of activity
in the Pacific

suggests this could
be just an exercise.

It may have
nothing to do...

Suppose it's
not an exercise?

Suppose this is
the beginning

of a move
against NATO?

NSA can speak
for that, Mr. Pelt.

I must emphasize
the extreme sensitivity
of this information

and that it not
leave the room.

Before sailing,

Captain Ramius
sent a letter to
Admiral Yuri Padorin,

chairman of
the Red Fleet,

Northern
Political Directorate.

That's her uncle.
Whose uncle?

Ramius' wife.

Padorin's her uncle.

Now, the contents
of the letter
are unknown,

but Admiral Padorin
immediately demanded

a meeting with
Premier Chernenko,

and within minutes
of that meeting,

the Soviet Fleet
sailed

with orders to find
Red October...

And sink her.

Sink her?
Oh, my God.

They've got
a madman
on their hands.

If it gets within
500 miles of the coast,

we'll have less than
two minutes' warning.

(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

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

Today is the 23rd,
isn't it?
Yeah.

You son of a bitch.

You son of a bitch!
(POUNDS TABLE)

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

Well, sir, I was just
thinking that

perhaps there's
another possibility
we might consider.

Ramius might be
trying to defect.

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

Proceed,
Mr. Ryan.

Well,

Ramius trained
most of their
officer corps,

which would put him
in a position

to select men
willing to help him.

And he's not
Russian.

He's Lithuanian
by birth,

raised by his
paternal grandfather,
a fisherman.

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

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

Oh, come on.
You're just
an analyst.

What can you
possibly know what
goes on in his mind?

I know Ramius,
General.

He's nearly a legend
in the submarine community.

He's been a maverick
his entire career.

I actually met him once
at an embassy dinner.

Have you ever met
Captain Ramius,
General?

Admiral Hollis,

how long before
Ramius could be
in a position

to fire his
missiles at us?

Four days.

All right.
I'll brief
the President.

That will be all,
gentlemen.

Dr. Ryan,

would you stay
for a moment,
please?

I said speak your mind,
Jack, but Jesus...
(CHUCKLES)

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

That was not
my intention, sir.

Oh, yes,
it was.

He was patronizing you,
and you stomped on him.

In my opinion,
he deserved it.

Listen,

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

and when I'm not
kissing babies,

I'm stealing
their lollipops.

But,
it also means

that I keep
my options open.

So,

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

and this Russian
intends to defect.

What do you suggest
we do about it?

We definitely
grab the boat, sir.

(LAUGHS)
Hey, wait a minute.

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

We're talking about
several billion dollars

worth of Soviet
state property.

(CHUCKLES)
They're gonna
want it back.

Maybe it's enough then
just to get some people
onboard and inspect it.

Call it whatever
you want to...

A Coast Guard
safety inspection.

So, how do we
proceed?

First, we need
to contact
the commanders

in the Atlantic
directly.

The Russians get
one whiff of this,

through the regular
communications circuits,

the game is up.

Second, we need
to figure out

what we can we do
to help them.

We devise a plan
to intercede,

ready to go
at a moment's notice.

And third,

somebody's got
to go out there and
make contact with Ramius

and find out
what his intentions
really are.

Okay.
When do you leave?

(LAUGHS)
Wait a minute.

The General was right.

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

You're perfect.

Ican't ask
any of these
characters to go.

One, they don't
believe in it.

Two, they'd
never stake their
reputation on a hunch,

whereas you...
Are expendable.

Something
like that.

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

After that,

I have to
hunt down Ramius
and destroy him.

Will you do it?

Mother of God!
(PAPER RUSTLING)

Secure the mast!
All ahead,
two-thirds!

Set depth
for 900 meters!

What is it?
What's happened?

SEAMAN: Mast secured,
throttle at two-thirds.

Commence
heading 2-0-5.
MAN: All ahead two-thirds.

SEAMAN:
2-0-5, affirmative.

These orders are
seven bloody
hours old!

Sitting on the bottom
like an addled schoolboy.

Captain...
SEAMAN: Passing at...

All ahead, flank.
SEAMAN:
All ahead, flank.

Inquire of the engineer
about the possibility

of going to 105%
on the reactor.

Seven hours.

The entire fleet
is after him.

Leveling at
900 meters.

TUPOLOV: Very well.
Captain,

engineer reports
105% on the reactor
possible,

but not
recommended.

Go to 105
on the reactor.

Captain, what is it?
Where are we going?

We're going to kill
a friend, Yevgeni.

We're going
to kill Ramius.

(BEEPING)

PETROV:
Well, if you like
borscht, perhaps,

but I've eaten better
in an oiler's galley.

My wife said
to the waiter,

"Where did this man
learn to cook,

"Afghanistan?"

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

to see this new girl,
a Giselle...

Well, you remember
how beautiful she was.

Well,
she just married
a factory manager...

Excuse me,
Doctor.

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

Now?

Now.

Perhaps you could
bring the preceding
set as well

for comparison.

Thank you,
Doctor.

It'll take him
some time.

Before we begin,
Captain,

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

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

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

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

We're risking
our lives here.

Look, Putin could've
caused complications.

What did you think,
he'd just go away and sulk

while we carried out
our plans?

Is that
what you thought?

Are you saying
he was murdered?

My God.
Stop whining,
Yuri.

How can you
justify murder?

So he was murdered?

I have no problem
with that.

The man
was a pig,

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

You are not in
command here.

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

What the hell
are you talking about?
Nonsense.

They could
kill us all.

Everything that
happens on this ship
affects us all.

The Master-at-Arms
is already suspicious.

We could still go back...
RAMIUS: There will be
no going back.

Before we sailed,

I dispatched a letter
to Admiral Padorin,

in which I announced
our intention

to defect.

SLAVIN: In the name
of God, why?

When he reached
the New World,

Cortez burned
his ships.

As a result,

his men were
well motivated.

You have signed
our death warrants.

Padorin will send
the entire fleet.

Jesus,
they'll find us.

They'll find us
and hunt us down.

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

You had
to do it, huh?

You couldn't just
turn the submarine
over to the Americans.

You had to make
a political statement.

Or was it something
deeper, Captain?

Something that
made you unable
to simply slip away?

Was it ego,
Captain?

We each have
our reasons, Victor.

My own began
the day I was

handed the blueprints
for this ship.

A ship which had
but one use.

And as for the rest,

well, those are
things that

I alone must carry
the burden for.

Anatoli, you're
afraid of our fleet.

Well,
you should be.

Personally,
I give us

one chance
in three.

Little more tea,
anyone?

No?

Then you may report
back to your posts.

(SIGHS)

You heard the Captain.
Dismissed.

Captain.

Captain, I would never
disagree with you

in front of the men,
you know that.

But in this case,
Victor is right.

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

Oh, Vasily.

Moscow is
not the worry,

nor the whole
Soviet Navy.

I know
their tactics.

I have
the advantage.

Now.

The worry
is the Americans.

We meet
the right sort,

this will work.

We get some
buckaroo.

(SEAT RATTLING)

PILOT: Some turbulence,
eh, Commander?

You don't like
flying, huh?

Oh, this is nothing!

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

Oh! You talk
about puke!

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

Everybody's retching
their guts out!

The pilot shot
his lunch all over
the windshield,

and I barf
on the radio!

Knocked it
out completely,

and it wasn't
that lightweight
stuff either!

It was that chunky,
industrial-weight puke!

Hey, you want
a bite?

Jack, next time
you get a bright idea,

you just put it
in a memo.

(JET ENGINES ROARING)

Sir.
(KNOCKING)

That'll be all,
Lieutenant. Thank you.

PAINTER: That hawkeye
from Weymouth Trap?
Four wire.

Caught a gust
over the fantail.

Well, not bad,
considering.

The gentleman
is here to see you.

Gentleman?

What the hell
you talking about,
Charlie?

I apologize for
the uniform, sir.

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

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

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

Captain,
you got a minute?

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

Martinez, get yourself
a cup of coffee.

And have 'em
send me up some tea.

Aye, Captain.

Messenger,
get the Captain
a cup of tea.

Captain.

Sir, the moment
that sub went silent,

and I thought I
heard some singing,

I heard something
in the background,
real faint.

And then,
after all those
subs took off,

I caught it again
and I managed
to get it on tape.

I washed it through
the computer
a few times

and I was able
to isolate
this sound.

(SLOW PULSING)

When I asked
the computer
to identify it,

what I got was
magma displacement.

You see, sir,

the SAPS software

was originally
written to look
for seismic events.

And I think when
it gets confused,

it kind of
runs home to Mama.

I'm not following
you, Jonesy.

Sir, I'm sorry.

Listen to it at
10 times speed.

(RAPID PULSING)

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

All right.

The first contact
was at 09:15,

and the bearing
was 2-6-9.
Mmm-hmm.

At 09:30,
it was here.

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

here and here.
Mmm-hmm.

Sir, remember
the dispatch
we got about

Russian sub
skippers running

the Reykjanes Ridge
at high speeds

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

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Red Route One.

And in the front door
to those canyons

was a formation
called Thor's Twins,
right?

Yeah?
Well, look.

Look at that.
(EXHALES)

Right into
Red Route One.

Captain.

You may think
I'm crazy,
but I'll bet

that magma
displacement

was actually some
new Russian sub,

and it's headed for
the Iceland coast.

(SIGHS)

Have I got this
straight, Jonesy?

A $40 million computer

tells you you're
chasing an earthquake,

but you
don't believe it,

and you come up
with this on your own?

Yes, sir.
Including all
the navigation math?

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

Tommy,

I want you
to plot us
a speed course

for the bottom end
of Red Route One.

We'll never find him
in those canyons.

First take us to
periscope depth.

This, we got to
phone in.

Aye, aye,
Captain.

Hang on,
Jonesy.

(SIGHS)

If I can get
you close enough,

can you track
this sucker?

Yes, sir.

Now that I know
what to listen for,

I'll bag him.

Carry on.
Yes, sir.

Christ, that's
the craziest notion
I've ever heard.

A serving
line officer?

An entire ballistic
missile submarine?

Hell, they can't all
want to defect.

Even if it's
only the officers,

I find it extremely
difficult to believe.

What's his plan?
His plan?

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

And senior captains
don't start something
this dangerous

without having thought
the matter through.

What's he going to do,

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

It might be just
that simple, yes.

Well, things may
appear that simple in
the cubicle at CIA,

but in the middle
of the North Atlantic,

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

they get a bit
more complex.
Smoke?

RYAN:
No, thank you.

And I don't think
your notion

of a few days'
inspection is going
to wash either.

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

The metallurgy
alone would take
a couple of months.

Then we'd have to
keep it.

What are you gonna
do with the crew?

Ones that don't defect
are gonna go back

and say we got the boat.

Or do you plan
to eliminate them?

We're not
at war, sir.

So the only way
for this thing to work

is for you
to get them
off the boat

in such a way
that they think
we don't have it,

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

Otherwise,
this whole business
is just academic, right?

Yes, sir. I think
I see your point.

When's the last time
you slept?

(CHUCKLES)
A while.

The chief outside
will fix you up.

Thank you, sir.

Captain.

It'll be dawn
in a couple of hours.

We'll be
in the CIC.

Things are liable
to get a little
dicey around here.

Yes, sir.

You think
he's crazy?
Certifiable.

And no matter what
his credentials,

I don't care for him
wearing the uniform.

Did you see
that ring
on his finger?

The Academy,
class of '72,
a Marine.

You're kidding.
How did you...

Greer told me.

Summer of his
third year,

he went down
in a chopper accident
in the med.

Bad. Pilot and
crew killed.

That kid spent
10 months in traction

and another year
learning to walk again.

He did his fourth year
from the hospital.

Now, it's up to you,
Charlie,

but you might consider
cutting the kid
a little slack.

Ah,

Russians are going
to find that sub

before we get
near it anyway.

Passing
Thor's Twins, sir.

Very good.

Passing the Twins
now, Captain.

RAMIUS:
Very good. You may
commence your run.

Call me when you
get to the first turning.
Aye, Captain.

Mr. Kamarov.

You may commence
your run now.

Aye, sir.
First leg on my mark.

Course 2-6-0.

Speed, 18 knots.

Depth, 270 meters.

Five, four,

three, two,

one, mark. (BEEP)

KAMAROV:
Diving command,
course 2-6-0.

Course 2-6-0,
aye.

Speed, 18 knots.
Speed, 18 knots,
aye.

Stop pissing,
Yuri.

Give me
a stopwatch
and a map,

and I'll fly
the Alps

in a plane
with no windows.

If the map
is accurate enough.

We're in the lane
and approaching
first turn.

Come left
to course 1-9-5.

In 30 seconds,

decrease depth
to 200 meters.

Maintain speed.

Very good,
navigator.

Captain,
we're approaching
the first turn.

25 seconds
to course 1-9-5.

Increase speed
to 26 knots

and recompute.

(VERY SOFTLY)
Aye, Captain.

Navigator,
recompute for
26 knots.

Turn on my mark.

Five, four,
three, two,

one, mark. (BEEP)

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

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

Course now,
1-9-5,

and maintaining
speed 26 knots.

Mr. Kamarov?

Next leg,
Captain.

Come right to
course 2-4-0, now at

eight minutes
and 40 seconds.
Very good.

Maintain course
and speed.

Too fast, Vasily.

Too fast.

Those charts are
laid out precisely...

So many knots
in such-a,
such-a course

for so many seconds.

And this thing
handles like a pig.

Watch your bearing,
Mr. Slavin.

Fifteen seconds
to turn, Captain.

Should we decrease speed?
Negative.

Prepare to come right.

KAMAROV: Aye, sir. Eight,

seven, six,

five, four,

three, two,

one, mark.

15 degrees down angle
on the bow planes.

Come right 2-4-0.

Move it!

KAMAROV: We're in the lane.

Next leg 34 minutes
to the Neptune Massif.

Course 2-4-0.

(LOUD BANG)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

What happened?

The cryogenic plant!

The magnets
aren't being cooled.

The temperature in
the caterpillar

is 50 degrees above
red line and rising.

If we don't shut it off,
it's going to melt.

Kill it!
Shut it down!

(WHISTLING)

Captain?
What happened?

The cryogenic plant failed.

Reactor damage?

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

Was there any coolant
damage? Was there any
radiation leakage?

I don't know yet, dammit.

How long will
it take to fix?

I got to find out
what's wrong first.

Could be a problem
with the liquid helium

or maybe the superconductors.

Captain, we will have
to stop until we can make

repairs to the
caterpillar unit.

Negative.

We'll run on
normal propulsion.

Captain, we will
not be silent.

Make revolutions
for 20 knots

and engage
the propellers.

Aye, Captain.

MAN: Commence engine start-up.
The man will
get us all killed.

The Captain knows
what he's doing.

Doctor.

Naval activities?

I have no knowledge of this.

But then, of course,
I never was a sailor.

Mr. Ambassador,

you have nearly a hundred
naval vessels operating

in the North Atlantic
right now.

Your aircraft has dropped
enough sonar buoys

so that a man could walk
from Greenland
to Iceland to Scotland

without getting
his feet wet.

Now, shall we dispense
with the bull?

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

But the sea has...
And what looks
like an exercise

could be a prelude to war.

How can we tell
the difference?

Prudence demands that we
deploy our ships
to observe yours.

It would be well for your
government to consider that

having your ships and ours,
your aircraft and ours,

in such proximity
is inherently dangerous.

Wars have begun that way,
Mr. Ambassador.

We have lost one
of our submarines.

Lost it?

We fear she may be
down, and...

Well, this is most
embarrassing, but...

Several of the crew of
the officers are sons of

high party officials.

One is even the son of
a Central Committee Member.

I... I cannot say
which, of course.

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

That is correct.

I'm terribly sorry.

How can we help?

I'm not sure that...

Perhaps a joint
rescue mission?

That is very gracious
of you, sir.

I'll pass your offer on.

But at this time,

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

(ENGINE DRONING)

Captain?

(PROPELLERS WHOOSHING)

Our strategy depends
on your answer.

The entire fleet will
know where we are.

SEAMAN: Captain, sonar.

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

Put it on audio.

SEAMAN: Short transients,
close aboard.

Water entry
of small objects.

Sonar buoys.

Battle stations.

BORODIN: Battle stations!

Battle stations!
SEAMAN: Battle stations!

How long to
Neptune Massif?

How long?

Four minutes,
10 seconds.

Should we bottom
the boat, Captain?

No. Too late for that now.

We've run out of time.

Countermeasures. Prepare
to launch a full spread.

Aye, sir.

(AIRCRAFT ENGINE ROARING)

(WHIRRING)

Aircraft on
computer guidance.

Request permission
to launch the weapon.

You are authorized
to launch the weapon.

MAN: (ON RADIO)
Weapon is away.

High speed screw!
Torpedo in the water!

Stand by.

(SONAR BEEPING)
SEAMAN: Torpedo is active.

SEAMAN: Torpedo has acquired.

Launch countermeasures.

Launch countermeasures.
Aye, sir.

KAMAROV: We're in the lane.

How long till
the turn at Massif?

Two minutes, nine seconds.

We have no room to maneuver
in these canyons, Captain.

If the countermeasure
doesn't work...

Shut up!

(BEEPING CONTINUES)

Torpedo has reached
countermeasures.

Torpedo has
lost contact.

Massif approaching.

Torpedo has reacquired.

Torpedo has reacquired
and is homing.

Give me the count.

Turn at Massif 40 degrees
starboard in 30 seconds.

Time to torpedo impact?

Torpedo impact,
35 seconds.

Increase to flank.

Full ahead flank.

Full ahead flank.

SEAMAN: Full ahead flank, aye.

Torpedo impact
now 40 seconds.

(BEEPING CONTINUES)

35 seconds.

BORODIN: 30 seconds.

Turn at Massif in
seven, six,

five, four,

three, two,

one, mark.

Torpedo impact
25 seconds.

The turn, Captain.
Not yet.

(BEEPING CONTINUES)

KAMAROV: Mark plus
eight seconds.

Plus nine,
plus ten seconds.

Plus 11, plus 12...

Plus 13 seconds, plus 14,
plus 15 seconds...

Captain, if we're out of
position by so much as
a boat length...

Torpedo impact
now 15 seconds.

Sound collision.

Sound collision.

(KLAXON BLARING)
Captain, we're
out of the lane!

You're relieved.

Borodin?

(MUTTERING INAUDIBLY)

Right full rudder.
Reverse starboard engine.

Right full rudder.
All back, starboard shaft.

All back starboard shaft!

Torpedo impact
12 seconds.

Ten, nine, eight,

seven, six, five...

(BEEPING INTENSIFIES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

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

SEAMAN: Why?
BORODIN: Easy, boy.

If they were really
shooting at us,

we'd be dead by now.

Give me some line.
SEAMAN: Yes.

I found out what happened
to the caterpillar.

The buffer circuit
has been torn out.

It was only a matter of time

before an overload shut
down the whole caterpillar.

What are you saying?

Whoever did this knew how
to cripple a caterpillar,

in a way not easy to find.

Captain, we have
a saboteur on board.

It can't be any
of the officers.

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

Must be a member
of the crew.

Go below. Putin's cabin.

Check his files for
information on the crew.

We may have to put them off
before we planned.

The average Russky, son,

don't take a dump
without a plan.

Now, wait a minute.

We don't have to figure out
how to get the crew
off the sub.

He's already done that.
He would have had to do that.

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

How is he going to get
the crew off the sub?

They'd have to
want to get off.

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

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

I know how he's going to get
the crew off the sub, Admiral.

Not now, Jack.

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

Declare an emergency.

Yankee One,
star base,
declare an emergency, over.

MAN: Yankee One,
requesting vectors.

Yankee One.
Vector 2-7-0.
Speed is buster, over.

MAN: Yankee One's
losing
hydraulic pressure.

Say again,
Yankee One.
Say it again.

Bear Foxtrot got too
close to the group.

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

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

They're trying to get
him back aboard now.

Busy morning.
Hmm.

DAVENPORT: During the night,
a line of Russian attack subs

have taken up station
off every east coast port.

Now, we're up here. Here.

The
New Jersey
and her group
are moving up the coast,

while the Russians,
aside from maybe a 100
more Bear Foxtrots,

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

RYAN: That's an awful
lot of firepower.

For a rescue team, yes.

There's something
else strange.

They're banging away with
their active sonar as if

they're looking for something,
but nobody's listening.

What do you mean?

They're moving at close
to 30 knots. At that speed,

they could run over my
daughter's stereo
and not hear it.

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

Drive him where?

RYAN: The hounds
to the hunters.

Your sub captain's going to
make it to America
all right, Mr. Ryan.

He's going to die
within sight of it.

ADMIRAL: His wing man kept
requesting permission to fire.

Somebody messes up
in a situation like this,

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

Jesus!

Water's too cold
to eject him.

Air boss has been trying
to bring him aboard.

Excuse me, sir, what's this
sub off by herself?

It's Bart Mancuso's boat.

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

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

A magma displacement.
He's got this...

Magma displacement?

Is that like
a seismic anomaly?

I suppose so. Why?

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

What the hell for?
I think that Captain Mancuso
has found the
Red October.

He hasn't found anything,
Jack. He's just waiting.

He's not even sure of...
Excuse me, sir, but this
silent propulsion system

could easily be mistaken
for something...
Jack.

The only way to get you
on the
Dallas
is to fly
you out there by chopper.

And the only way we can
get you that far north

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

SEAMAN: Excuse me, Admiral.

Yankee One
is on final.
Rescue personnel are in place.

AIR BOSS: (ON RADIO)
Pick up your left wing.
You're drifting left.

Power, power!
Wave off, wave off!

Eject, eject, eject!

(LOUD CRASH)

MAN: (ON INTERCOM)
Fire, fire!
Fire on the flight deck!
(ALARM BLARING)

This business will
get out of control.

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

MAN:
Fire on the flight deck.
Fire on the flight deck.

All hands
lend assistance.

(CHOPPER ENGINE STARTING)

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

but
Dallas
may not be there.

We're trying to get
a message to her,

but if she's gone deep,
it's dodgy.

If you have to ditch...

(ENGINE ROARING)

If you have to ditch,

don't think about anything
but the survival gear.

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

I'll try
to remember that.

(ENGINE BEEPING)

Next time, Jack,
write a goddamn memo.

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

OFFICER: Make my depth
6-5-0 feet.

Sonar, conn proceeding
below the thermal level.

The Captain's
sacked out?
Yeah.

OFFICER: Auxiliaries
proceed 5,000 pounds.

What about him?
He won't leave.

SEAMAN: Conn. Sonar, hold.

No contacts
on bearing 2-9-5.

You know,

I seen me a mermaid once.

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

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

(CHUCKLING)

(FAINT SOUNDS HEARD)

We're emerging
from the route, Captain.

I've ordered a routine
clearing of the baffles.

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

The caterpillar
is operational

and appears to be
running normally.

The crew know
about the saboteur,

and they are afraid.

Well, that could be useful
when the time comes.

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

RAMIUS: Half of them
would freeze before
they were rescued.

No, it's Massachusetts
or Maine...

In 48 hours.

Two days.

Do you think they will let
me live in Montana?

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

Good.

Then I will live
in Montana,

and I will marry
a round American woman,

and raise rabbits,

and she will cook
them for me,

and I will have
a pickup truck...

Or a...

Possibly even
a recreational vehicle...

And drive
from state to state.

Do they let you
do that?
Yes.

No papers?

No papers.

State to state.

All right.
Commence your turn.

Well, then,

in winter I will live
in Arizona.

Actually, I think
I will need two wives.

Oh, at least.

(CHUCKLING)

(FAINT BEEPING)

Possible aspect change
on target.

Sonar, conn. Aye.

Concur possible
target zig based
on bearing rate.

Conn! Sonar! Crazy Ivan!

All stop. Quick, quiet.

All stop, aye.
Engine's all stopped.

What's going on, Jonesy?

Russian captains
sometimes turn suddenly

to see if anyone's
behind them.

We call it "Crazy Ivan."

The only thing
you can do is go dead,

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

So what's the catch?

Catch is, a boat this big

doesn't exactly
stop on a dime.

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

What about you?
What do you look forward to?

I...

I have no such appetites.

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

Well, there must
be something.

Hmm.
What is it?

(SIGHS)

I miss

the peace of fishing,

like when I was a boy.

Forty years I have
been at sea.

RAMIUS:
A war at sea.

A war with no battles.

No monuments.

Only casualties.

I widowed her
the day I married her.

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

Post guards in the
engineering spaces.

If he can get
to the caterpillar,

he can get to
somewhere more vital.

MANCUSO:
Where is he,
Jonesy?
(BEEPING)

JONES: Conn, Sonar.

Target is now coming out
of our starboard baffles.

My read is that
he is returning
to base course.

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

He went
right around us.

Mmm, we'll give him
another 30 seconds,

then secure from
silent running.

Captain?

Here's what we got
on the ELF.

(BEEPING)

Thanks.
Aye, sir.

What is it?

You're not going
to believe this.

PILOT: (ON RADIO)
Commander,
we are approaching no return.

Dallas
has apparently
not got the message.

We have to turn back
for the carrier.

Give it a couple
more minutes.

MAN:
Negative. Fuel status
says we turn around now.

Wait a minute.
Fuel status?

You got a reserve,
don't you?

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

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

Mister, if you don't
get me on that
goddamned submarine,

that just might be
you'll have!

You got me?
Now you got 10
minutes' worth of fuel,

we stay here
10 more minutes.

Yo! Mount up!

Yo, I got a submarine
at around 3:00,
about 2 miles.

Okay, Tony,
hook him up.

TONY:
Okay, Commander.
I'll be lowering you down
to the submarine now.

I'm gonna take
the horse collar.

Give it eight
by the clock.

Let's hope this thing
runs on fumes.

Very well.
Surface the ship.

Sir, ship. Aye, sir.

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

Okay, Commander,
go ahead and sit down.

Belt off.

You ever
do this before?

Once. On a calm day,
off Hawaii.

Yeah, with no
reference point

the pilot will have
a hell of a time
keeping him steady.

Don't take chances
getting grounded.

Keep that rod
in front of you.

In air like this,

the rotors will
put out enough
static electricity

to light up Chicago.

That's why
I joined the navy.

I got a diver
in the escape trunk

in case this guy
goes in the drink.

We may need him.

Someone must really
have a burr up his ass

to go for a stunt
like this.

MAN 1: All right.
Ready! Ready!

Get your hook up!

MAN:
Commander, remember
if for any reason I got
to bring you back up,

I'm going to shake
the wire.

When you look up at me,
I gonna give you
a thumbs up, like this.

Remember to cross
your arms.

Got it? Okay.
Out you go.

Passenger's out the door.

Passenger's halfway down.
Drifting forward.

Stop forward.

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

On his cable.
Now, watch it.

Don't touch him.
Okay, here he comes!

Oh, no!

It would be easier
without that
bloody crosswind.

MAN:
Where is he?
I can't see him.

Don't touch him!
(THUDDING)

MAN:
Jack! Jack! Jack!

This is never
going to work.

Okay, Tony
reel him back in.

Tony, what the hell is
going on back...

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

Emergency stop!
Man overboard!

Port side!
Send out the diver!

MAN:
Very well,
Dallas.
We are history.

Get the doc down here!

I'll be in
the escape trunk.

I've never seen
a cable break.

Down ladder!
Down ladder!
Make a hole!

MAN: Watch his head.
Watch his head.

Watch his head!
(COUGHING)

How do you do, Captain?
(PANTING)

It's a pleasure
to be aboard.

(COUGHING)

I have to talk
to the President.

Of course.

May I inquire
as to the subject?

It seems that
the initial reports

that one of our
submarines was missing

were not
completely accurate.

The submarine
in question

is commanded by
Captain Marko Ramius.

Apparently,
he has suffered

a kind of mental
or nervous breakdown.

Just before he sailed,

he posted a letter
to admiral Yuri Padorin.

In which he announced
his intention to...

To fire his missiles
on the United States.

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

In my position
I'm sometimes compromised

by the fact that Moscow
does not always
tell me everything.

So one of your
submarine captains
has gone insane?

What do you
want from us?

You offered
your assistance.

Yeah, that was
a rescue mission.

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

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

Find him?
We already found him.

We had to break off
to come pick you up.

MAN: Captain,
excuse me. Coffee?
Thank you.

Cigarette?
Don't smoke.

Assuming we can find him,

just what exactly
am I supposed to do
about it?

MAN:
Captain, radio.
We're receiving
flash traffic

on the VLF
emergency circuit.

Very well.
Bring it down.

Well, Mr. Ryan?

Chief, excuse us
for a second.

Leonard, come on
out of there.

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

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

Well, there's
the possibility

that he and a good
portion of his crew

are attempting
to defect.

Defect?

Excuse me.

You say the boats called
the
Red October?
That's right.

Skipper's Ramius?
Right.

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

Get this man
some dry clothes.
I'll be in the conn.

Aye, aye, sir.

"National Command
Authority

"informed Soviet
Typhoon-class submarine
Red October

"is potential renegade
and threatens
independent missile launch.

"You are authorized to
use any necessary force

"to prevent said submarine
from approaching

"the coast
of the United States."

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

MAN 1: Left 10 degrees rudder
steady on course 2-6-5.

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

Make turns
for 14 knots.

Chief of the watch,
rig for red.

(INDISTINCT)

MAN: Time quartermasters
and navigator
on the deck in the conn.

What's going on?

Battle stations
are manned and ready.

MAN: Very well.

Captain, I have
to talk to you.

Not now. Tommy,
Make your depth
1,200 feet,

20 degrees down angle.
TOMMY: Aye, aye, Captain.

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

MAN: 1,200 feet,
20 degree down.
Aye.

Full dive on
Fair Water planes.

Full dive
on Stern planes.

20 degree down.

20 degree down, aye.

Passing 450 feet,
going to 1,200.

MAN: 500.

600.

700.

Did you get a good fix
while we were up?
Yes indeed, Captain.

Very well.
At ordered depth,
sir, 1,200 feet.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

Sonar. Conn.
You got him, yet,
Jonesy?

JONES:
Very faint, sir.
Hold on.

(BEEPING)

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

Right where
he's supposed to be.

Any sign he's alerted
to our presence?

JONES:
No, sir
operating as before.

Come left 2-6-5.

Bring us up behind him
quietly, Tommy.
Aye, aye, Captain.

MAN: Diving officer,
make your depth
500 feet.

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

(BEEPING)

Plot, time to
intercept his track.

Four minutes,
Captain.

Very well, Mr. Ryan.
Two minutes.

I understand that message.
It makes perfect sense.

Look at the situation.
Ramius intends to defect.

The Russians know this,
which is why they've
been trying to sink him

for the past two days,
but they haven't been able to.

So, they're...
MAN: I have
a firing solution.

Very well.
Captain, you have
to listen to me.

The Russians will stop
at nothing to prevent Ramius
from defecting.

They are desperate.
They've invented this story
that he's crazy,

because they need
our help to sink him

before he can
safely contact us.

Weapons control,
I want full safeties.

We're so close.
I don't want this fish
coming back at us.

MAN: Full safety. Aye, sir.
Captain,
I know this man.

Has he made
any Crazy Ivans?

What difference
does that make?

'Cause the next one
will be to starboard.

Why? 'Cause his last
was to port?

No, because he always
goes to starboard in
the bottom half of the hour.

Flood tubes one and two
assigned. Presets.
Warm up the weapons.

Captain, there must be
some way you can

establish contact without
violating your orders.

I'm telling you
he wants to defect!

Mr. Thompson,
call Chief Watson

to the conn
with his sidearm.

JONES:
Conn. Sonar.
Signal to noise
ratio's dropping.

Possible aspect change
in target.

MAN:
Prepare possible target
zig based on bearing rate.

Conn. Sonar.
Crazy Ivan!

RYAN: Captain.

Captain, he's turning.

Which way
is he turning, Jones?

JONES:
To the starboard, sir.

Give the man a chance.

All back full.
JONES:
Captain, say again.

I said all back full!
Back full. Aye, sir.

Engines back full.

Captain, we're cavitating.
He can hear us!

Conn, aye. All stop.

JONES:
All stop, aye.
(RINGING)

All right, Ryan we just
unzipped our fly.

Mr. Thompson,
open the outer doors.

Firing point procedures.

Now, if that bastard
so much as twitches,

I'm going to blow him
right to Mars.

All stop rudder
amidships.

All stop rudder
amidships, aye.
What's going on?

Can you identify
the contact?

American Los Angeles
class attack submarine

bearing 0-1-5...
Captain, sharp metallic
transients.

He may be trying to open
his torpedo tube doors.

Outer doors are open
on tubes one and two.
We're ready to shoot.

Very well.

My orders
are specific, Mr. Ryan.

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

Flood tubes
three and four
and plot a solution.

MAN: Aye, Captain.
Flood tubes three and four.
Plot solution.

Shall I open
the torpedo
tube door, sir?

Captain, shall I open
outer doors?

No.

Lock the firing solution
into the computer.

Do not open
the doors.

Aye, Captain.

Lock solution
into computer.

JONES:
Conn. Sonar.
Target's flooded his tubes.

Has he opened
his outer doors?

Negative, Captain.
He's just sitting there.

Hold on.

Hull popping.
Target's coming shallow.

What's that mean?

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

He knows we're here
and we're ready to shoot.
He's not gonna provoke us.

He's heading
to periscope depth

to see what's
on the surface.
What's his course now?

Course
is 2-7-0, Captain,
due west.

Bring us alongside him.
Aye, aye, Captain.

Sonar. Conn.
Report all contacts.

MAN:
Conn, sonar.

My only contact
is Typhoon 7,
bearing 1-niner-5.

Very well. Fire control,
range to target?

Range is 300 yards.

Make your depth 65 feet.

Aye, aye, Captain.
Diving officer,
make your depth 65 feet.

He wants to go up
and take a peek.

We'll play along.

MAN 1: 50 meters,
going to 45.
MAN 2: 50 meters, going to 45.

Weapons status?
MAN: Weapons are armed.

Tubes three and four
are flooded,
but outer doors are closed.

MAN 1:
Set depth 25 meters.
Depth 25 meters.

Mark this bearing.

(INDISTINCT)

You wanted to talk
to him, Mr. Ryan.

There he is.

What do you want
to say?

Will he be the only one
looking for the periscope?

Probably.

We'll have
to chance that.

"US told you intend
a missile launch." Break.

"Do not approach
US Coast,

"or you will
be attacked." Break.

"If intention is other

"will you discuss
option?" Break.

Can he acknowledge
with a single ping?

Yeah, he can.

The question is, will he?

(BEEPS)

Verify our range
to target.

One ping only.

Aye, Captain.

(PINGING)

I'll be damned.

Now what?

All right.

"If defection..."

(MUTTERING)

"You plot course toward..."

A chart.

I need a chart.

No. No.

Okay. Where
the hell are we?

Someplace deep.
Someplace deep.

Okay.

Okay!

Send them this!

You out of your mind?

Just send it.

Tell me one thing.

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

RYAN: I didn't.

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

Well, that's all right,
Mr. Ryan.

My Morse is so rusty

I may be sending
dimensions on
Playmate of the Month.

Re-verify our range
to target.

One ping only.

Captain, (STAMMERS)
I just...

Give me a ping, Vasily.

One ping only, please.

Aye, Captain.

(PINGING)

What the hell
is this about?

The Russians want us
to sink her.

We might have
to do that.

We must give this
American a wide berth.

Let us turn south.

Mr. Kamarov.

Plot a new course
due south.

Yes, sir.

New course 1-8-0.

(ALARM SOUNDING)
MAN: It's the reactor!

Shut down the reactor!

MAN: Seal the
ventilation system!

The ventilation controls
have failed!

Everybody out.
Clear the compartment!

(BLOWING WHISTLE)

Out!

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(ALARM SOUNDING)

Ventilation system,
shut it down now.

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

Then bypass it.
Seal it manually!

MANCUSO:
Move! Shut it off.
Come on!

Melekhin, say again.
(MAN SHOUTING)

(ALARM STOPS)

MAN:
Suffered a leak in
the primary coolant tube,

so shut down
the reactor,

but the ventilation circuits
have been disabled.

The coolant appears
highly contaminated.

I knew there was damage
when the caterpillar
went down.

Captain, radiation alarms
activating in all
compartments.

Engineering is
heavily contaminated

and radiation is
moving forward.

Get us to periscope depth.
We'll ventilate
with the outside air.

Aye, Captain.
Periscope depth!

Prepare to ventilate!

Ventilating won't do anything.
We've got to get the men.

What is the
battery condition?

MAN:
Four hours.
Six, if we're cautious.

Engage battery system.

Captain, we've got
a level one radiation leak.

Every surface of the
ship is contaminated.

Simply changing the air
won't do! We've got
to get the men off!

Sir, we have
been sabotaged!

Who said anything
about sabotage?

Captain!

Sir, I'm afraid
the doctor is right.

Very well.

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

Aye, Captain.
Surface the ship!

Prepare to muster all
personnel to escape hatches.

Break out the rafts.
Lash them to the deck.

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

Navigator!

(ALL SHOUTING)

(SHOUTING CONTINUES)

Make sure the count
is accurate, Doctor.

We must get
the entire crew out.
MAN: Yes, sir.

MAN: Master-at-Arms
reports rafts secure and
evacuation proceeding.

Very good.

We'll rotate
through the conn.

No officer will spend
more than 20 minutes
below deck.

Will that be satisfactory?
Completely, Captain.

MAN: Surface contact!
2-7-0.

Six miles
and closing fast.

It's a warship.

What? Here?

Can you identify it?
It's a frigate,

US, probably,
Perry class.

He's signaling.

"Red October.
Red October.

"Halt and stay
where you are.

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

Captain, I think
he means to board us.

You will go
with the crew.

The officers and I will
submerge beneath you

and scuttle the ship.

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

Prepare to cast off.

The Captain's going
to scuttle the ship.

He's going down, sir.

Put a shot
across his bow.

Come right at 1-8-0.

Seahawk One,
this is bravo command.

She's ready.

Seahawk One,
release on my command.

Drop, now. Now. Now.

Range to target,
900 yards.

800 yards.

700 yards.

600 yards.

(ALARM SOUNDING)

500 yards.

400 yards.

300 yards.

MAN: The torpedo is detonated.

Now, understand,
Commander,

that torpedo
did not self-destruct.

You heard it
hit the hull.

And I was never here.

Contact
Dallas.
Give them the go.

Advise
Dallas.
Get the DSRV moving.

Dallas,
this is
Rueben James.

MANCUSO: There are
about two million things

that can still go wrong
with this stunt.

Central Intelligence
Agency.

Now, there's a
contradiction in terms.

And how's the coffee, Ryan?

MAN 1:
Dallas,
this is the
Mystic.
Request clearance for launch.

MAN 2: Mystic. Dallas.
You're cleared
for launch.

Hatch is secured.

Life support, normal.
Prelaunch checks
complete.

We're ready to launch.
Aye.

Flood the skirt.
Flood the skirt. Aye.

Skirt's filled
and equalized.

Soft seal.
Ready to lift off.

Okay. Let's do it.

We're off.

(SONAR PINGING)
MAN: Thrusting port.

MAN: 600 yards and closing.

Steer right
to course 0-7-5.

400.
(RAPID PINGING)

200 yards.

100 yards.
(PINGING INTENSIFIES)

Hit the lights.

Jesus, that's
a big sucker.

(CHUCKLES)

(PINGING CONTINUES)

(THUD)

MAN 1:
Okay, we're in position.

MAN 2: Hatch, soft sealed.
You can open the hatch.

Hold it a second.
Jonesy.

Mr. Ryan.

(SIGHS)

He's defecting.

And he can't
change his mind?

He's not going
to change his mind.

You're willing to bet
your life on that?

(AIR LOCK HISSING)

Uh, sir, could you
hand me that hammer?
Yeah.

(CLATTERING)

Americans.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(COUGHS)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(RYAN CHUCKLES)

What's so funny?

Well, the Captain
seems to think

you're some sort
of a cowboy.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

It is.

I doubt you'd remember,

but we met once
at the consulate in Leningrad.

Along with your wife.

I'm very sorry.

What gives you the right
to fire on my ship?

Your signal said nothing
of a torpedo.

Ryan.

It was necessary
to maintain the illusion
for your crew.

My crew are being
rescued, yes?

As we speak.

You sent the signal.

That's correct, sir.

RAMIUS: Then how did you
know our reactor
accident was false?

Well, that was a guess,
but it seemed logical.

Very well.

I present you

the ballistic missile
submarine
Red October.

My officers and
I request asylum

in the United States
of America.

MANCUSO:
It's a pleasure, sir.

Bart Mancuso,
USS Dallas.

(TORPEDO WHIRRING)

Torpedo.
The Americans are
shooting at us again.

The pitch is too high.

The torpedo's Russian.

What do you mean,
another torpedo?

Where the hell
did it come from?

Conn. Sonar. New contact.
Sierra 4-1.

Alfa class
Soviet submarine.

Sonar, why don't
I have a detonation?

The weapon enabled
on the far side
of the target.

It passed
Red October
before it armed.

We had the wrong range.
Fire again with
the right settings.

And reload both tubes!

Melekhin, get me power.

And get that
damn thing off my boat!

It's off.

Hey, I think somebody
shot a torpedo at us.

No shit, Buckwheat.
Get out of here.

Wait. Where am I...

(ALARM SOUNDING)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Borodin, fire control.

Uh, Ryan.

Sit here.

I'm not a naval officer.
I'm with the CIA.

CIA?

Well, I'm not an agent.

I just write books
for the CIA.

Whatever. Sit down.

And do exactly
what I tell you.

DSRV's away.

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

I think it's
the
Konovalov.

Increase the flank.

Increase the flank.

How?

That knob.
Turn right, full.

All ahead flank.
Right full rudder.

MAN: He's shooting
again, sir.

Go to battle stations.

Battle stations.

Chief of Watch,
man battle stations.

Torpedo in the water.

MAN: Bearing 3-1-5.

JONES:
Make range 7,000 yards.

Steer right, 3-1-5.

Wait a minute,
that's heading
into the torpedo.

Steady, bearing
still 3-1-5.

Estimated range,
6,000 yards.

Still 3-1-5.

Steer right
till this reads 3-1-5.

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

3-1-5.

You're heading straight
into that torpedo.

Yes.

Doing what?

He's turned into
the torpedo's path.
MAN: What?

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

Mother of God.

MAN: Torpedo steady,
bearing 3-1-5.

Range, 5,000 yards.

RAMIUS: Melekhin, more speed.

MELEKHIN:
Negative. We are
already running 110%.

Then get me 115%.

Estimate range
3,000 yards.

Closing awfully fast.

He's heading right
into the torpedo.

What's he trying to do,
kill himself?

Thompson, we have
a firing solution
on the Russian Alfa.

Can we shoot back?

They didn't
shoot at us.

I can't attack
a Soviet submarine
without authorization.

Torpedo bearing
steady at 3-1-5.

Best range,
900 yards.

Torpedo impact,
20 seconds.

What books?

Pardon me.

RAMIUS: What books
did you write?

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

about naval
combat tactics.

I know this book.
MANCUSO: Torpedo impact...

Your conclusions
were all wrong, Ryan.

10 seconds.
Halsey acted stupidly.

MANCUSO: Nine, eight,

seven, six,

five, four,

three, two...
(WHIRRING)

Torpedo impact.

(WHIRRING INTENSIFIES)
Now.

I'll be damned.

What happened?

Combat tactics,
Mr. Ryan.

By turning
into the torpedo,

the Captain closed
the distance before
it could arm itself.

So that's it?
RAMIUS: Not quite.

Right now, Captain Tupolev

is removing the safety
features on all his weapons.

He won't make
the same mistake twice.

Vasily, have you
plotted a solution yet?

Aye, Captain.
It's a little rough, but I...

Gunfire?

That's what it
sounded like, sir.

Won't change his mind,
huh, Ryan?

It's gotta be
one of the crew.

Well, whoever he is,
I'd say he's having
second thoughts.

I would like
to have seen Montana.

(BEEPING)

Captain,
he stumbled forward
into the missile bay!

We're showing silo
hatch warning,

port side, number 20.

He can't launch a missile?

No, but he can blow one up.

Captain,
take the conn.

Fire control's
blasted to hell.

Then get behind him
and stay there.

RYAN: Captain, wait.

(GUN CLICKING)

You may need this, sir.

Thank you.

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

You, you speak English?
MAN: Yes, sir!

MANCUSO:
Get your butt over here.

Captain, torpedo
broke off on impact.

Goddammit! I want
the safety ranges
set for zero now!

Captain, I cannot
go any faster.

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

What happens
if he makes it to that
ignition circuitry?

He can incinerate
the ship.

Is that door the only
way out of here?

Yes.

Don't let him
get past you.

RAMIUS: Hey, Ryan.

Be careful what
you shoot at, hmm?

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

Right.

I have to be careful
what I shoot at?

Safety ranges
set to zero.

About bloody time.

Sonar, give me
the bearing to
Red October.

She's taken position
behind us.

Right full rudder!

I'll shake the man loose.

He's going deep.
30 degree down angle!

All the countermeasures
were over there, right?

MAN: Continuing dive.
Very well.

MAN: Admiral,
the Alfa's just too quick.

It's only a matter
of time now, sir.

(IMITATING RAMIUS)
Ryan, some things in here

don't react well to bullets.

Yeah. Like me.

I don't react well
to bullets.

(SCREAMING)

Where's he now, Jonesy?
JONES: Close, sir.

900 meters,
directly ahead.
Got him.

Match bearings
and fire.

We are too close!

Don't argue with me.
Launch the weapon.

The torpedoes are armed
in the tubes!
Captain, you cannot...

Do it now!

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

It's acquired us,
and it's homing.

Left full rudder.
Ease off on
your bow planes.

MAN: Yes, sir.
I think he's got us.

(PINGING)

Way to go,
Dallas!

Torpedo is in acquisition.

Range 500 yards
and closing.

You've done it,
Mr. Thompson!

I hope to Christ
this works.

All right, chief,
put us on the roof.

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

One.
Release countermeasures.
Emergency blow!

Full rise.
Fair water plane.

600 feet.

550.

MAN: 500 feet.

450.
Come on, big D.

Fly.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(ALL CHEERING)

MAN: That torpedo's
still active.

It's searching
for another target now.

RYAN: A goddamn cook!

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

JONES:
It's locked on us!
It's locked on us!

How close
is that Alfa, Jonesy?

JONES: 1,000 yards,
dead as turn, going to port.

Reverse your turn.
MAN: Aye, sir.

JONES:
We're turning
straight at him.

Torpedo's still
on our tail.

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

JONES:
Collision in 400 yards.

350.

300.

Captain!

Right full rudder,
30 degree down angle.

JONES: Aye, sir.

This one's going
to be close.

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

MAN:
We have ascertained
the
Red October's

final position, but...

Given the depth
of the water

and the fact that
the wreckage was

spread out over such
a wide area,

it'll be some time before
anything is recovered.

However, your people are
interviewing the crew now

and making arrangements
for their return.

This has been a terrible
tragedy, Mr. Ambassador.

And I can only stress

that if you'd
come to us earlier,
it might have been avoided.

I appreciate your
candor in the matter.

And I yours, Andrei.

Perhaps in the future,

the technology will
be available for a
more thorough investigation

of the wreckage.

Perhaps.

There is
another matter,

one that I'm reluctant to...

Please.

One of our
submarines, an Alfa

was last reported in the
area of the Grand Banks.

We have not heard
from her for some time.

(SIGHS)

Andrei.

You've lost
another submarine?

All this way to hide
a submarine in a river.

We're 100 miles from
the nearest naval base,

the last place that
satellites will ever look.

I grew up around here.

My grandfather
taught me to fish

off that island
right over there.

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

Why?

Well, I figured
you would tell me
when you were ready.

Now, there are
those who believe

we should attack
the United States first,

settle everything
in one moment.

Red October
was built
for that purpose.

When the dust settles
from this,

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

Well, perhaps.

Maybe some good
will come from it.

A little revolution,
now and then,

is a healthy thing,
don't you think?

RAMIUS: Do you still
like to fish, Ryan?

Mmm-hmm.

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

where my grandfather
taught me to fish.

"And the sea will grant
each man new hope,

"as sleep brings
dreams of home."

Christopher Columbus.

Welcome to
the New World, sir.