(Speaks Russian) SHIP'S HORN BLOWS Supertext Subtitles Copyright 1992 Australian Caption Centre www.able.co.nz Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. Able 2014 What are you doing? You're supposed to be sleeping. Stanley keeps waking me up. Oh, I get it. Boy, are you getting heavy! None of her usual nonsense ` two stories and two drinks. Jack, you're going to miss the plane. OK, Cricket, go upstairs and go to sleep. When I'm away I'll get Stanley a little brother. Will you promise? I promise. Can I get you anything, sir? No, thank you. If you sleep the flight goes faster. I can never sleep on a plane ` turbulence. Pardon? Turbulence. Warm air rising and cool air descending. I don't like that. Well, try to get some sleep anyway. TEACUP RATTLES Dr Ryan? Jack, boy! Get yourself in here. Jesus, you look like hell. Thank you very much, Admiral. Want coffee? I NEED some coffee. I won't ask about the flight. When did you last sleep? I don't know. This thing's on London time. Milk and sugar. Milk and sugar. So, how's Caroline? I last saw her at your granddad's place in Maine. She's fine. Sends you her best. And Sally? She's fine. What is she now, 3? No, she's a very precocious 5. She announced the other day she'd be considerably less lonely if we BOUGHT her a baby brother. Bought her one? Yeah. But she decided she'd rather we bought one for Stanley. Who's Stanley? Stanley's a bear. What's important enough to get you on an overnight plane? British Intelligence just obtained these pictures. The 'Red October' ` the latest Typhoon class. Big son of a bitch. 12m longer than the standard Typhoon, 3m wider. Captain's name is Ramius. One of yours? I did the bio on him. He always takes the lead boat in each new sub class. Good political connections. Trained most of their attack-boat skippers. The Russians call him 'Vilnius Nastavnik' - the 'Vilnius Schoolmaster'. What are these doors? They're the problem. I don't know what they are, neither do the British. Perhaps our friends in Murmansk have something new. I'd like to show these photographs to Skip Tyler. The sub driver? He was until his car accident. Now he teaches at the Academy. Clearance? Top-secret. Arrange a car for Dr Ryan in 10 minutes. Satellite caught 'Red October' in Polijarny Inlet this morning. DISTANT ECHOING RUMBLE Do you hear it? (Sighs) No. Come on, I can do this in my sleep. Hear it now? MONITOR BEEPING Wait a minute. Maybe, um...there's surface clutter. Yes. I'd go to SAPS. Correct! Seaman Beaumont. Signal Algorithmic Processing Systems. In a week you'll be teaching at Cal Tech. So, like Beethoven on the computer, you have laboured to produce... a biologic. A what? A whale, Beaumont. A marine mammal that knows more about sonar than you do. Kill SAPS. Train over to 269 and let's try it again. If he rags on you too bad ask him about Pavarotti. No time for sea stories. I'm teaching Seaman Beaumont the intricacies of modern sonar... And I'm the queen of the jungle. COB, please... Come on, COB, tell me. OK, fine, go ahead. Seaman Jones is into music in a big way. He figures this whole boat is his own private stereo set. He gets this piece of Pavarotti... It was Paganini. This is MY story. Pavarotti is a tenor. Paganini was a composer. OK, so he's listening to this music on his headsets, happy as a clam. Then all hell breaks loose. A slew of boats... Including one at Pearl. Including one out at Pearl. All of a sudden they start hearing Pavarotti. Jones here... What do I do? I got it. Conn, sonar, new contact bearing 097. Designate contact number Sierra 35. What have you got, Jones? Distant contact, probably submerged. We probably had a boomer coming out of the barn. Could be a missile boat out of Polijarny. Start your track. I'm coming. Sonar, aye. (Russian officer gives commands) "..Armageddon. "And the seventh angel brought forth his bowl "and a voice cried out from heaven saying, 'It is done.'" A man with your responsibilities reading about the end of the world. What's this - "I am become death, destroyer of worlds"? An ancient Hindu text, quoted by an American. An American? He invented the atomic bomb. He was later accused of being a communist. You wrote and underlined these passages. No. This book belonged to my wife. It has sentimental value. I'm sorry, Comrade Captain. The death of your beautiful wife was unfortunate. I'm only doing my job ` it's my responsibility. How many KGB agents were put aboard my boat? YOUR boat, Captain? Yes. This vessel belongs to the people of the Soviet Union. If KGB or GRU agents are aboard, I'd be the last to know. I suggest we open our orders, Captain. Certainly, comrade. From Commander, Strategic Submarine Forces, Northern Fleet. We are to proceed north to grid square reference 5490 and rendezvous with Alfa submarine 'Konovalov'. Captain Tupolov's boat. Oh, you know Tupolov? I know he descends from aristocracy. He was your student. It's rumoured that he's very fond of you. Tupolov is only fond of himself. 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 return to Polijarny. Captain, this is an historic moment for us. Before you proceed... Permit me to post our orders and inform the crew of our mission? Aargh! Where I'm going, you cannot follow. Dr Petrov, report to me immediately. There's been a dreadful accident. CHUCKLES: Yes! (TABLET KEYBOARD CLICKS) This for the car? No. (UPBEAT MUSIC) Yeah? (DOG GRUMBLES) Nooo. (FLOOR SQUEAKS) (HUMS SOFTLY) 'Zero rhythm?' (PHONE CHIMES) Yeah? Nah. (GRUNTS) (SCOFFS) (DOG BARKS) Take a right. No, you want to go left. * Hey, buddy! Listen, there's no cradle underneath it. Get it over! Do you want to come up here and do it yourself?! Ryan! Who let you in here? Hey, Skip. They've got you playing with models now? Dammit, Bill, tell them to slow down! I'm doing it! Calm down, will ya? 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 her? Fitting a generic docking collar so it'll mate with British or any other subs. She can get anywhere in 24 hours. How's your back? It's fine. Have you got a minute? Bigger than the regular Typhoon. What are these doors? You don't miss much. Those are too big to be torpedo tubes. Would you launch an ICBM horizontally? Sure. Why would you? They're symmetrical, right down the long axis of the sub. How about a towed sonar array? No, too close to screws. I'll be...! This could be a caterpillar. A what? A caterpillar drive ` magneto hydrodynamic propulsion. Do you follow? No. It's a jet engine for the water. Goes in the front, gets squirted out the back. With no moving parts, it's very quiet. Like how quiet? It's doubtful our sonar would even pick it up. It'd sound like whales humping or some seismic anomaly, anything but a submarine. We tried this years ago, couldn't make it work. They really built this? This isn't a mock-up? She put to sea this morning. When I was 12, I helped my daddy build a bomb shelter because some fool parked a dozen warheads 90 miles off Florida. This could park a couple of hundred warheads off New York and no one would know until it was all over. Are you all right, Captain? Oh, yes. It's best to die from something as petty as slipping on tea. It was an accident. You'll feel better when we put in. Put in? To base, Captain. We need a political officer. Doctor, this is a combat vessel of the Soviet Navy. We do not cancel operations because of accidents. Seaman! Come here. Come here. Your name? Cook's Assistant Loginov, sir. You and the doctor witness this. I'm removing the Political Officer's missile key... Carry on. ...and I'm keeping it myself. Captain, I` I think we should report this to Red Fleet Command. That's impossible ` our orders are for strict radio silence. 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... That'll be all. But Captain... But Captain... When I address the crew, then you'll understand. Yes, sir. Petrov. Sir? I will try to forget your comments when I present my report. Thank you, sir. Holding steady on 310, 12 knots at about 20,000 yards. Got a make? Computer's chewing on it. Twin screws, planknoise sounds like a Typhoon. PRINTER TYPES A new boat, sir. Tommy, I miss something on the boards? The sublander hasn't said anything. How many Typhoons in the computer? Six, sir. OK, call this guy Typhoon seven. Start a tape on him. Won't he hear us? Not if we stay in his baffles, Seaman Beaumont. Come in behind his propeller, and he's deaf. Any sonar contacts, Mr Kamarov? No contacts, Captain. The sonar is clear. Good. Any surface contacts, Mr Borodin? Scope is clear. Good. Then it's time I explained our orders to the crew. Comrades, this is your captain. It is an honour to be sailing with you on the maiden voyage of our motherland's most recent achievement. Once more, we play our dangerous game. A game of chess against our old adversary, the American Navy. For 40 years, your fathers, 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 days of 'Sputnik' when the world trembled at our rockets' sound. They will tremble again at the sound of our silence. The order is engage the silent drive. Ballast Control, open outer doors. Yes, sir. Diving Command, engage caterpillar and secure main engines. Doors opening, Captain. Comrades, our own fleet doesn't know our full potential. They'll do everything possible to test us, but they'll only test their own embarrassment. We'll leave our fleet behind, pass through the American patrols, pass their sonar nets and lay off their largest city, listen to their rock'n'roll while we conduct missile drills. When we are finished, the only sound they'll hear is our laughter while we sail to Havana where the sun is warm and so is the comradeship. Cryogenic plant coming on line. A great day, comrades. We sail into history. (Sings Russian national anthem) Caterpillar engaging. Caterpillar engaging, Captain. What happened? I don't know. (All sing) Full rudder, left. (Repeats) Navigator, new course 250. Yes, new course 250. Steering, 250. (Singing continues) Sonar contact, Captain! Fourth quarter. American, 'Los Angeles' class. American! Captain... Course - 310. Is the American turning to follow us? No, Captain. The American's continuing on original course. He's continuing north-west. He can't hear us. And the singing? Let them sing. What?! Check again. Running diagnostics now, Captain. Sonar's working, Captain. The Russian disappeared. One minute he was steady, then he was gone. For a second I thought I heard... Heard what? I thought I heard singing. Singing? Yes, sir. TJ: Have I done enough to wear the jersey? Gotta sweat out that fear because this is bigger than me. I do it for my fans and my family. ION4 hydration. Sweat it out witih Powerade. 1 (Greets in Russian) Ja, da. (Speaks Russian) Ja, ja, ja. (Speaks Russian) Ja, ja. Good morning, sir. I hope you had a lovely evening. Ja, ja. Chilly this morning. There's a letter from Marko Ramius. Oh, Marko! PHONE RINGS Yes? No, this is Dr Ryan. What the hell happened? This is no longer a research project. I got a line on those doors. Know what they are? A nearly silent propulsion system? How did you know that? Captain of our sub radioed in. It disappeared right in front of him. That's not all. Read. Got your ID? My God, this is unbelievable! The 'Kirov', three 'Strevlovs', the 'Kiev', the 'Minsk' - their whole bloody fleet! That's about the size of it. Good afternoon. Where are we going? Briefing for Jeffrey Pelt, President's National Security man. Most of the Joint Chiefs will be there, with others. Who's giving the briefing? Who's giving the briefing? You are. The yeoman will have the slides laid out. All you got to do... Look, no one understands this material better than you. Give them a run-down on the sub and a precis. He's likely to ask some direct questions. Give direct answers. Tell them what you think. (Clears throat) Gentlemen, the last 24 hours have seen some extraordinary Soviet naval activity. First to sail was this ship called the 'Red October', in reference to the 1917 October Revolution. A variant of the Typhoon class, she's 650 feet long, 32,000 tons submerged displacement, roughly the size of a World War II aircraft carrier. We believe these doors on the bow and stern enclose a unique propulsion system, a magneto hydrodynamic drive or caterpillar that would enable the sub to run virtually silent. It's possible that this new drive system allowed the captain, a man named Ramius, their senior and most respected commander, to elude one of our attack boats which trailed 'Red October' this morning. It's also possible that this drive system could render the 'Red October' undetectable to our warning nets in the Atlantic. Mr Ryan, would you characterise this as a first-strike weapon? That's a possibility, sir. It's designed to approach by stealth and to shower its target with multiple independent warheads with no warning. Goddamn thing's made to start a war. Proceed, Mr Ryan. About the same time the 'Dallas' lost contact, there were additional sailings from Polijarny, from Leningrad and from the Mediterranean. There are now 58 nuclear submarines headed into the Atlantic. This afternoon, a satellite pass found heat blooms in engineering plants of 20 other destroyers, indicating their preparation to sail. This constitutes the bulk of the Soviet surface fleet. Admiral Greer, your conclusions? Admiral Greer, your conclusions? The data support no conclusions as yet. The absence of activity in the Pacific suggests this could be just an exercise. It may... Suppose it's not. Suppose it's a move against NATO? NSA speaks for that. I must emphasise this information mustn't leave the room. Before sailing, Captain Ramius sent a letter to Admiral Padorin, Chairman of the Red Fleet. That's her uncle. Whose uncle? Ramius's 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 sink 'Red October'. Sink her? God, they've got a madman! We'll have less than two minutes' warning. LOUD RABBLE Today's the 23rd, isn't it? What? Today's the 23rd? Yeah. You son of a bitch. (Yells) You son of a bitch! You wish to add something, Dr Ryan? Perhaps there's another possibility we might consider. Ramius might be trying to defect. Do you mean to suggest...? 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. He has no children, no ties to leave behind. And today's the first anniversary of his wife's death. Oh, come on! You're just an analyst. I know Ramius, General. He's nearly a legend in the submarine community. I actually met him once at a dinner. Have YOU ever met Captain Ramius, General? Admiral Hollis, how long before Ramius could be in a position to fire missiles at us? Four days. All right, I'll brief the President. Dr Ryan, would you stay for a moment, please? I said to speak your mind, but Jesus! You slammed the door on the General pretty hard. That wasn't my intention. Oh, yes, it was. He was patronising you and you stomped on him. Listen, I'm a politician, which means I'm a cheat and liar, I kiss babies and steal 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? We definitely grab the boat, sir. (Laughs) Wait a minute. We're not talking about some stray pilot. It's several billion dollars worth of Soviet state property. They'll want it back. Maybe get some people on board and inspect it, call it a coastguard safety inspection. So how do we proceed? We need to contact the commanders in the Atlantic directly. The Russians get one whiff of this, the game's up. Secondly, we figure out how we can help them. We need to devise a plan to intercede. And third, somebody's got to make contact with Ramius. Find out his intentions. OK, when do you leave? (Laughs) Wait a minute! The General was right ` I'm not field personnel. You're perfect. I can't ask these characters. They'd never stake their reputation on it. Whereas you... Are expendable? Something like that. I'll give you three days to prove your theory. After that, I have to destroy Ramius. Will you do it? * Mother of God! All ahead two-thirds. Set depth for 900m. What's happened? All ahead two-thirds. Come left heading 205. 205. These orders are seven hours old. Sitting down there like a schoolboy. Captain. All ahead flank. Enquire about going to 105% of the reactor. Seven hours! The entire fleet is after him. Levelling at 900m. Captain, engineer reports 105% on the reactor possible but not recommended. Go to 105%. Captain. What is it? Where are we going? To kill a friend. We're going to kill Ramius. BEEPING If you like borscht. I've eaten better. My wife said, "Where did this man learn to cook - Afghanistan?" Then we went to the Bolshoi to see this new girl as 'Giselle'. She'd married a factory manager... Excuse me, Doctor. Do you have the latest radiation test figures? Now? Now. Bring the preceding set as well. For comparison. Thank you, Doctor. It'll take him some time. Before we begin, I'd like to know what happened to Putin. He didn't slip on his tea, did he? I don't like your tone. What does that matter? We're risking our lives here. Putin could have caused complications. Did you think he'd just sulk? You're saying he was murdered? My God! Stop whining. How can you justify that? So he was murdered. I have no problem with that. The man was a pig. But we should have all decided together. You aren't in command. This could cause a mutiny. Everything that happens on this ship affects us all. The master at arms is already suspicious. We'll go back. There's no going back. Before we sailed, I dispatched a letter to Admiral Padorin in which I announced our intention to defect. In God's name, why? When he reached the New World, Cortes burned his ships. Consequently, his men were well-motivated. Consequently, his men were well-motivated. You've signed our death warrants. Padorin will send the entire fleet. They'll hunt us down. No one will find us. Enough, Yuri! You had to do it, huh? You couldn't just surrender to the Americans? You had to make a statement. Or was it something deeper, Captain? Something that prevented you from simply slipping away? Was it ego, Captain? We each have our reasons, Viktor. My own began when I was handed this ship's blueprints, a ship which had but one use. I alone must carry the burden for the rest. Anatoly, you're afraid of our fleet, hmm? You should be. Personally, I give us one chance in three. More tea, anyone? No? Then you may report back to your posts. (Sighs) You heard the Captain. Dismissed. Captain. I would never disagree with you in front of the men but in this case Viktor is right. It would have 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. No...the worry is the Americans. We meet the right sort ` this will work. We get some buckaroo... Some turbulence, eh, Commander? You don't like flying, huh? This is nothing compared to six months ago. We ran into a hailstorm. Everybody's retching their guts out. I barfed on the radio - blocked it up completely. It wasn't that lightweight stuff either. It was that industrial waste puke. Want a bite? Jack, put your next bright idea in a memo. Sir. It's nothing. That hawkeye from Weymouth trapped? Caught a gust over the fantail. Not bad, considering. The gentleman is here. Gentleman? What are you talking about? The uniform's Admiral Greer's idea of a low profile. You work for Jim Greer? That's right. So tell me what all the hubbub's about. Captain, got a minute? You ought to see this. Have them send me up some tea. Aye, Captain. Send some tea. Captain. When that sub went silent I heard something in the background real faint. After all those subs took off, I taped it. I was able to isolate this sound. LOW WHINE The computer identified it as magma displacement. The SAPS software is written to look for seismic events. When it's confused, it runs home. I'm not following you, Jonesy. Sorry, sir. Listen to it at 10 times speed. RAPID KNOCKING That's man-made. All right. The first contact was at 0915. The bearing - 269. At 0930 it was here. At 1100 and 1115, it was here. Remember the dispatch about Russian subs running at high speeds because they'd accurately surveyed the underwater canyons? Thor's Twins was a formation in those canyons. Yeah. Well, look. Look at that. Right into Red Route One. I'll bet that magma displacement was actually some new Russian sub heading for the Iceland coast. Have I got this straight? A computer tells you you're chasing an earthquake but you come up with this, alone? Yes, sir. Including all the navigation? Sir... Relax. You've sold me. Tommy. Plot us a speed course for the bottom end of Red Route One. First we've got to phone this in. Aye, aye, Captain. Hang on, Jonesy. If I can get you close enough can you track this sucker? Yes, sir. Now that I know what to listen for. Carry on. Yes, sir. Mangoes - delicious, but they're just fruit. Then Mr Weiss showed up. He added luxurious ice-cream, put it in a bar and, well... The rest is history. (WHIPCRACK) Weiss, nothing like it. * That's the craziest notion! A serving line officer? A ballistic missile submarine? I can't believe they all want to defect. What's his plan? His plan? Russians don't take a dump without a plan. Senior Captains don't start something this dangerous without thinking it through. So he'll sail into New York?! He just might. In the middle of the Atlantic surrounded by Soviet warships things get a bit more complex. Smoke? No, thank you. A few days inspection won't wash either. You'd have to tear it apart. That could take months. We'd keep it. What about the crew? Non-defectors will go back and say we've got the boat. Or will you eliminate them? We're not at war, sir. You have to make them think we don't have the boat. They'll report that to their bosses. Otherwise, this whole business is just academic, right? Otherwise, this whole business is just academic, right? Yes, sir. I think I see your point. When did you last sleep? A while ago. The chief outside will fix you up. Thank you, sir. Captain. It'll be dawn soon. We'll be in CIC. Things are liable to get dicey. Yes, sir. Think he's crazy? Certifiable. I don't care for him wearing the uniform. See his ring? The Academy. Class of '72. A marine. You're kidding. How did you...? Greer told me. He had a chopper accident in his third year. Bad - pilot and crew killed. He spent a year learning to walk again. Did his fourth year from the hospital. You might consider cutting the kid a little slack. The Russians will find the sub before we do anyway. Passing Thor's Twins, sir. Very good. Passing the Twins now, Captain. Very good. Commence your run. Call me at the first turning. Aye, Captain. Mr Kamarov. You may commence your run now. First leg on my mark. Course 260. Speed - 18 knots. Depth - 270m. Five, four, three, two, one. Mark. Diving command. Course 260. Course 260, aye. Speed - 18 knots. 18 knots, aye. Give me a stopwatch and a map, I'll fly the Alps in a windowless plane. If the map's accurate. We're in the lane, approaching first turn. Come left, to course 195 in 30 seconds. Decrease depth to 200m. Maintain speed. Very good, Navigator. Captain, we are approaching the first turn. 25 seconds to... Increase speed to 26 knots and re-compute. (Whispers) Aye, Captain. Re-compute for 26 knots. Turn on my mark. Five, four, three, two, one. Mark. Diving Control, left to 195. Up on the bow planes. Course now 195 and maintaining speed - 26 knots. Mr Kamarov. Next leg, Captain. Course 240 now at eight minutes and 40 seconds. Very good. Maintain course and speed. Too fast, Vasily. Too fast. Those charts are marked precisely. So many knots per course in so many seconds. Watch your bearing. 15 seconds to turn, Captain. Should we decrease speed? Negative. Prepare to come right. Aye, sir. Eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one. Mark. 15 degrees down angle. Come right, 240. Move it! We're in the lane. Next leg - 34 minutes to the Neptune Massif. Course 240. LOUD BANG (All talk at once) What happened? The magnets aren't being cooled. The temperature's 50 degrees above red line and rising. If we don't shut if off, it's going to melt. Shut it down! (Whistles) Captain. What happened? The cryogenic plant failed. Reactor damage? The reactor scrammed automatically. Was there radiation leakage? I don't know. Will repairs take long? I have to find out what's wrong first. It could be the liquid helium or the superconductors. Captain, we must stop until the unit's repaired. Negative. We'll run on normal propulsion. Captain, we will not be silent. Make revolutions for 20 knots and engage the propellers. Aye, Captain. Commence engine start. He'll get us killed. Captain knows what he's doing. Doctor. Naval activities? I've no knowledge of this. But I never was a sailor. Mr Ambassador, you have 100 naval vessels in the North Atlantic. Your aircraft has dropped enough sonar buoys for a man to walk from Greenland to Scotland! Shall we dispense with the bull? You make your point delicately, Mr Pelt. But the sea... What looks like an exercise could be a prelude to war. How can we tell the difference? Prudence demands we deploy ships to observe yours. Your government should consider that having your aircraft and ships in close proximity to ours is inherently dangerous. Wars have begun that way, Mr Ambassador. We have lost one of our submarines. We have lost one of our submarines. Lost it?! We fear she's down. This is most embarrassing, but several of the crew and officers are sons of high party officials. One is even the son of a Central Committee member. You're saying 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. I'll pass your offer on, but I think we're presently doing everything that can be done. Captain? Our strategy depends on your answer. The fleet will know where we are... Captain! Sonar! We've been overflown by a multi-engine turboprop. We've been overflown by a multi-engine turboprop. Put it on audio. Shore transients close aboard. HIGH-PITCHED NOISE Water entry of small objects. Sonar buoys. Battle stations. (Calling out) Battle stations! Battle stations! Battle stations! How long to Neptune Massif? How long? Four minutes, 10 seconds. Shall we bottom the boat, Captain? It's too late. We've no time. Prepare to launch countermeasures. Aye, sir. Aircraft on computer guidance. Request permission to launch weapon. Aircraft on computer guidance. Request permission to launch weapon. You have authorisation. The weapon is away. Torpedo in the water! Stand by. Torpedo is active. MACHINERY BEEPS Torpedo has acquired. Launch countermeasures. Aye, sir. We're in the lane. How long until the Massif? Two minutes, nine seconds. There's no room to manoeuvre. If the countermeasure doesn't... Shut up! Torpedo has reached countermeasures. Torpedo has lost contact. Massif approaching. Torpedo has reacquired. Torpedo has reacquired and is homing. Give me the count. Turn at Massif, starboard in 30 seconds. Torpedo impact? Torpedo impact - 35 seconds. Increase to flank. Full ahead flank! Full ahead flank! Full ahead flank! Torpedo impact - 40 seconds. 35 seconds. 30 seconds... Turn at Massif in seven...six... ..five...four...three...two... ..one. Mark. Torpedo impact - 25 seconds. The turn, Captain! Not yet. Mark plus eight seconds. Plus nine. Plus 10. Plus 11...plus 12...plus 13... plus 14...plus 15 seconds. Captain, if we've past it by even a boatlength... Torpedo impact now 15 seconds. Sound collision. Sound collision! We're out of the lane! You're relieved! Borodin! Right full rudder! Reverse starboard engine! Right full rudder! Hold back starboard shaft! Torpedo impact - 12 seconds. Ten...nine... ..eight...seven...six...five... (Men shout orders to each other) LOUD SOUNDS OF EXPLOSION They're shooting at us! Pull yourself together! Why? Easy, boy. If they were really shooting at us, we'd be dead now. (Speaks Russian) (Replies) I found out what happened to the caterpillar. A circuit has been torn out. An overload would have shut down the whole caterpillar. What? This person knew how to cripple a caterpillar almost without detection. Captain, we have a saboteur on board. Not the officers - they had plenty of time before putting to sea. Must be a crew member. Go below. Check the files for information on the crew. We may have to put them off. TJ: Have I done enough to wear the jersey? Gotta sweat out that fear because this is bigger than me. I do it for my fans and my family. ION4 hydration. Sweat it out witih Powerade. Mangoes - delicious, but they're just fruit. Then Mr Weiss showed up. He added luxurious ice-cream, put it in a bar and, well... The rest is history. (WHIPCRACK) Weiss, nothing like it. * The average Russkie don't take a dump without a plan. Wait a minute. He would have already gotten the crew off the sub. We just have to figure out what HE'S doing. So how will he do it? They would have to want to get off. How do you make a crew WANT to get off a submarine? How do you get a crew to want to get off a nuclear sub`? I know how he'll get them off. Not now, Jack. Yankee One Starbase... Say again status. Over. Declaring an emergency. Declare an emergency. Over. Requesting vectors. Vector 270. Over. Yankee One, hydraulic pressure. Say again, Yankee One. Bear Foxtrot got too close. An F14 crowded him and they bumped. He's damaged and losing hydraulic fluid. They're trying to get him aboard. Busy morning. Overnight, Russian attack subs have stationed off every east coast port. We're up here. Here. The 'New Jersey's group is moving up the coast. The Russians have a row of attack subs followed by surface groups. That's a lot of firepower. For a rescue team. They're banging away with their sonar looking for something, but nobody's listening. What? They're moving at 30 knots. That's too fast to hear anything. They're not looking - they're driving Ramius. Driving him where? Hounds to the hunters. Your Ramius will make it to America all right. He'll die within sight of it. His wing man kept requesting permission to fire. We could end up in a naval battle. Water's too cold to eject. Excuse me, sir. Why is this sub off by herself? That's Bart Mancuso's boat - going to Red Route One. He's had intermittent contact with what his computer calls a 'magma displacement'. Magma displacement. Is that like a seismic anomaly? I suppose so. Why? Could you get me on the 'Dallas'? Why? Captain Mancuso found the 'Red October'. He hasn't found anything. He's just waiting. This silent propulsion system could be mistaken for... We'd have to fly you to the 'Dallas' by chopper - The only way we can get you that far north is to strip it down and turn it into a flying gas can. Yankee One rescue personnel are in place. Pick up left wing! Drifting left! Power! Wave off! Eject! Eject! Eject! P.A.: Fire on the flight deck! This business will get out of control, and we'll be lucky to live through it. Fire on the flight deck! All hands render assistance! There's enough fuel, but 'Dallas' may be gone. If she's gone deep, you're done. If you have to ditch... If you ditch, just worry about the survival gear. At this water's temperature, you'll have four minutes. I'll try to remember that. Next time, Jack, write a goddamn memo. (ALL SPEAK INDSISTINCTLY) Captain's sacked out? Yeah. What about him? He won't leave. Conn, sonar holds no contacts on bearing 295. You know, I seen me a mermaid once. I even seen a shark eat an octopus. But I ain't never seen no phantom Russian submarine. We're emerging from the route, Captain. I've ordered the baffles cleared. We'll make the first turn shortly. The caterpillar is operational and appears to run normally. The crew know about the saboteur. They are afraid. That could be useful. We could make the Labrador coast in 16 hours. Half of them would freeze before they were rescued. No. It's Massachusetts or Maine in 48 hours. Two days. Would they let me live in Montana? I'd think they'll let you live wherever you want. Good. Then I will live in Montana. 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...possibly even a 'recreational vehicle' - and drive from state to state. 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 will need two wives. Oh, at least. Possible aspect change on target. Sonar, conn, aye. Recurrence of possible target. Conn, sonar - Crazy Ivan! Conn, sonar - Crazy Ivan! All stop for quiet. All stop! What's goin' on, Jonesy? Russian captains sometimes turn suddenly to see who's behind them. We call it 'Crazy Ivan'. Only thing you can do is go dead and shut everything down. What's the catch? Catch is, a boat this big can't stop immediately. If we're too close, we'll drift into them. What about you? What do you look forward to? I...I have no such appetites. Let's see if he can hear us. There must be SOMETHING. Oh... What is it? I miss the peace of fishing - like when I was a boy. 40 years I've been at sea - a war at sea. A war with no battles... or monuments. Only casualties. I widowed her the day I married her. My wife died while I was at sea. Post guards in engineering. If he got to the caterpillar, he can get somewhere more vital. Where is he? Conn, sonar. Target is at our starboard bow. I read that he's returning to base course. Concur. He's returning to course 210. They went right around us. We'll give them another 30 seconds, then secure from silent running. Captain. Here's what we've got on the ELF. Thanks. Aye, sir. What is it? You're not going to believe this. Commander, we're approaching no return. 'Dallas' hasn't got the message. We must turn back. Give it a couple more minutes. Negative. Fuel status is low. Fuel status? You've got a reserve, don't you? Yes, sir - a 10-minute reserve. But that's only for war. If I don't board that submarine, you might have war! We stay here 10 more minutes! Yo! I've got a silverhead around three o'clock. About two miles. OK, Joey. Hook him up. Commander, I'll lower you down now. Watch the clock and hope this thing runs on fumes. Surface ship. Surface ship. This guy's in for a real ride. OK, Commander, sit down. Ready to go? Ever do this before? Once...on a calm day. With no reference point, the pilot can't keep steady. Don't take chances getting grounded. The rotors make enough static to light up Chicago. Join the navy! The diver's ready if he falls. Somebody's got a burr up his ass to approve this stunt! Commander, if I have to bring you back up, I'll shake the wire and give a thumbs up. OK, out you go. He's out the door. The Commander is halfway down. Stop forward. Tony, get the hook on his cable! On his cable. Don't touch him. Here he comes! Down lower! It'd be easier without that bloody crosswind. Where is he?! Don't touch him! PILOT: Check! Check! Check! This won't work. Tony, reel him in. Tony, what the hell's going... 'Dallas', have you got a sighting... Emergency stop! Man overboard! Send out the diver! PILOT: Very well, 'Dallas'. We are history. Get the doc. I'll be in the escape trunk. Down ladder! Down ladder! Make a hole! Watch his head. Watch his head! Watch his head! (Splutters) (Coughs) How do you do, Captain? It's a pleasure to be aboard. (Chokes) * I must talk to the President. Of course. May I know the subject? It seems that the initial reports about a missing submarine 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 missiles on the United States. Why didn't you tell me earlier? I'm sometimes compromised by the fact that Moscow doesn't tell me everything. So one of your submarine captains is insane. What can we do? You offered your assistance. For a rescue mission. Now you want help killing him. I've been instructed to ask your president for precisely that. We already found him. We broke off to get you! Excuse me. Coffee? Thank you. Cigarette? I don't smoke. Assuming we CAN find him, what do I do about it? Captain, flash traffic on the VLF emergency circuit. Very well, bring it down. Well, Mr Ryan? Chief, excuse us for a second. Come on, Leonard. The sub we're after is the 'Red October'. Her commander's a man named Ramius. It's possible he and his crew are attempting to defect. Defect? Captain. Excuse me. You said the 'Red October'? That's right. Skipper's Ramius? Right. It seems that circumstances have changed somewhat, Mr Ryan. Get this man some dry clothes. Aye, aye. (Reads) "National Command Authority warns "that 'Red October' is potential renegade and threatens independent missile launch. "You are authorised to use any necessary force to stop said submarine." Left 10 degrees, rudder steer course 265. Left 10 - rudder steer course 265. Make turns for 14 knots. Chief of the Watch - rig for red. What's going on? Battle stations manned and ready. Very well. Captain, we have to talk. Not now. Tommy - depth 1,200 feet, 20 degrees down. Diving Officer - depth 1,200 feet, 20 degrees down. 1,200 feet, 20 degrees down. Aye. Full dive. Full dive. Aye. 20 degrees down. 20 degrees down. Passing 450 feet going 1,200. 500... 600... 700... Did you get a good fix? Yes, Captain. Sonar, conn. Got 'em yet, Jonesy? Very faint, sir. Wait. SCREEN BEEPS Yes, sir! On bearing 250 - right where he should be. Any sign he's seen us? No, sir. Operating as normal. Bring us up behind him quietly. Aye, aye, Captain. Diving Officer, depth 500 feet. Captain, listen to me. Just two minutes! Plot - time to intercept? Four minutes, Captain. Very well, Mr Ryan - two minutes. That message makes perfect sense. Look at the situation. Ramius intends to defect. The Russians tried to sink him but couldn't, so... Captain, firing solution ready. Very well. Captain, listen to me! The Russians will do anything to stop Ramius. They're saying he's crazy to make us sink him. Weapons Control, I want full safeties. We're too close. Full safety. Captain, I know this man. Has he made any Crazy Ivans? Why? The next one will be starboard. Why, cos his last was to port? He always does in the bottom half of the hour. Flood tubes. Warm up the weapons. Captain, establish contact without violating the orders. He wants to defect! Call Chief Watson to the conn, with his sidearm. (Snaps fingers) Conn, sonar. Signal to noise ratio dropping. Possible aspect change in target. Possible change. Conn, sonar - Crazy Ivan! Captain... Captain, he's turning. Which way is he turning? To the starboard, sir! Give the man a chance. All back full. Say again. I said all back full! Back full. Aye, sir. Captain, he can hear us! All stop. All right, Ryan, we just unzipped our fly. Mr Thompson, open outer doors - firing point procedures. If that bastard even twitches, I'll blow him to Mars! All stop. Rudder amidships.. All stop. Sonar, can you identify the contact? American Los Angeles class attack submarine. Bearing 015... Sharp metallic transients. May be opening torpedo tube doors. Outer doors open on tubes. Ready to shoot. Very well. My orders are specific, Mr Ryan. Captain, he is preparing to fire. Flood tubes three and four. Plot a solution. Aye, Captain. Shall I open torpedo doors? Captain, shall I open outer doors? No. Lock the firing solution into the computer. Do not open the doors. Aye, Captain. Lock solution into computer. Conn, sonar. Target's flooded his tubes. Has he opened his outer doors? Negative, Captain. Hold on. Target's coming shallow. What does that mean? It means your Russian is a cool customer. He won't provoke us into shooting. He's heading to Periscope Depth. What's his course? 270, Captain, due west. Bring us alongside. Aye, aye, Captain. Sonar, conn, report all contacts. Conn, sonar. My only contact is 'Typhoon 7' bearing 195. Very well. Fire Control - range to target? 300 yards. Make your depth 65 feet. Diving Officer, depth 65 feet. He's going up to take a peek. We'll play along. 50 metres, going up. 50 metres, going up. Weapons status? Weapons are armed. Tubes are flooded, but outer doors are closed. Set depth at 25 metres. Mark this bearing. You wanted to talk to him. There he is. Will he be the only one watching? Probably. Might have to chance that. (Dictates) US told you intend missile launch. Break. (Captain taps message) Do not approach US coast. Break. If intention is other, will you discuss option? Break. Can he acknowledge with a single ping? Yeah, he can. Question is, will he? Verify our range to target. One ping only. Aye, Captain. 'PING' SOUNDS I'll be damned. Now what? All right. (Writes) If defection...(mumbles) you will plot course toward... Chart! I need a chart! No! No! OK, where the hell are we? Some place deep. Some place deep. OK. OK! Send him this. Are you out of your mind? Just send it. Tell me one thing - how did you know he'd go to starboard? I didn't. I had a 50-50 chance. Sorry. That's all right, Mr Ryan. My Morse is so rusty, I may be sending a Playmate's dimensions. Re-verify our range to target. One ping only. Captain, I just... Give me a ping, Vasily. One ping only, please. Aye, Captain. PING What the hell is this about? The Russians want us to sink her. We might have to. CHUCKLES: Yes! (TABLET KEYBOARD CLICKS) This for the car? No. (UPBEAT MUSIC) Yeah? (DOG GRUMBLES) Nooo. (FLOOR SQUEAKS) (HUMS SOFTLY) 'Zero rhythm?' (PHONE CHIMES) Yeah? Nah. (GRUNTS) (SCOFFS) (DOG BARKS) Take a right. No, you want to go left. I've got all the old ways of borrowing for the small business owner - like loading up your personal credit card, earn reward points, and be rewarded with a toaster. VOICEOVER: Out with the old and in with Prospa - New Zealand's small business lending specialist. Think of all those... Try today's way to borrow. Apply in 10 minutes, get a fast decision, and funding possible in 24 hours, so you can put your plastic away. Talk to our dedicated lending specialists, or visit prospa.co.nz It toasts bread! * We must avoid this American. Let's turn south. Mr Kamarov. Plot a new course due south. Yes, sir. New course 180. ALARM MAN: Shut down the reactor! Seal the ventilation system! Control has failed! Everybody out! Clear the compartment! WHISTLE Radiation alarm in the torpedo room! Shut the ventilation system down! The controls don't respond! Then bypass it! Seal it manually! Melekhin, say it again. ALARM STOPS Leak in the primary coolant tube! The ventilation circuits have been disabled. The coolant appears highly contaminated. I knew there was damage! Radiation alarms everywhere. Engineering is contaminated. Radiation's moving forward. Get up to Periscope Depth. Periscope Depth! Prepare to ventilate! Ventilating won't do anything! Ventilating won't do anything! What is the battery condition? Four hours. Six if we're cautious. Engage battery system. There's a radiation leak. Every surface is contaminated. We've got to get the men off! Sir, we have been sabotaged! Who said that? Captain! Sir, I am afraid the doctor is right. Very well, surface. We will evacuate the men. Aye, Captain. Surface the ship! Aye! Prepare to muster all personnel. Break out the rafts. We'll shelter in them until the fleet arrives. Navigator! Count accurately. We must get the entire crew out. Yes, sir! Master of arms reports rafts secure and evacuation proceeding. Very good. We'll rotate through the conn. No one will spend over 20 minutes below deck. Is that satisfactory? Completely. Surface contact! 270! Six miles and closing fast. It's a warship. Here? Can you identify? It's a frigate, US, probably Perry class. He's signalling. 'Red October'. 'Red October'. Halt and stay where you are. Do not submerge or you will be fired upon. He means to board us. You will go with the crew. The officers and I will scuttle the ship. You'll receive the order of Lenin. We're going to cast off. The Captain is going to scuttle the ship. He's going down, sir. Shoot across his bow. Seahawk One. Bravo command. He's ready. Seahawk One. Release on my command. Drop. Now...now...now. Range to target - 900 yards. 800 yards. 700 yards. 600 yards. 500 yards. 400 yards. 300 yards. Torpedo has detonated. Now, understand, Commander, that torpedo did not self-destruct. You heard it hit the hull and I was never here. Give 'Dallas' the go. Get the DSRV moving. 'Dallas', this is Reuben James. About two million things can still go wrong. Central Intelligence Agency - now there's a contradiction in terms. How's the coffee, Ryan? 'Dallas', 'Mystic' requests clearance for launch. 'Mystic', you are clear to launch. Hatches secure. Pre-launch checks complete. Ready to launch. Flood the skirt. Flood the skirt. Soft seal - ready to lift off. OK, let's do it. We're off. Thrusting port. 600 yards and closing. Steer right to course 075. 400. 200 yards. 100 yards. Hit the lights. Jesus, that's a big sucker. OK, we're in position. You can open the hatch. Hold it a second - Jones... Mr Ryan... He's defecting. He can't change his mind? He's not going to. Willing to bet your life on that? Sir, could you hand me that hammer? Americans! (Speaks Russian) (Speaks Russian) (Replies in Russian) (Speaks Russian) (Ryan chuckles) What's so funny? The Captain seems to think you're some sort of cowboy. It is. I doubt you remember, but we met 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. We had to maintain the illusion for your crew. My crew are being rescued? As we speak. You sent the signal? That's correct, sir. Then how did you know our reactor accident was false? That was a guess, but it seemed logical. Very well. I present you the ballistic missile submarine, 'Red October'. My officers and I request asylum in the United States of America. A pleasure, sir. Bart Mancuso, 'USS Dallas'. HIGH-SPEED SOUND Torpedo! The Americans are shooting at us again! The pitch is too high. The torpedo's Russian. Another torpedo? Where from? Sierra 41, Alfa class Soviet submarine. Why don't I have a detonation? It passed 'Red October' before it armed. Wrong range - fire again with the right settings. Melekhin, power. Get rid of that. It's off! I think somebody just shot at us. Get out of here! * Borodin, fire control. Ryan! Sit here. I'm not a naval officer. I'm with the CIA. CIA? I'm not an agent. I write books for the CIA. Whatever... Do as I say. Russian Alfa about 8,000 yards to starboard. Captain, it's the 'Konovalov'. Increase to flank. "Increase to flank." How? That knob - turn right, full. All ahead, flank. Right full rudder. They're shooting again! Battle stations. Battle stations. High-speed screw ` torpedo in water. Bearing 315. Range - 7,000 yards. Steer right - 315. That's heading into the torpedo. Steady bearing still 315. Range - 6,000 yards. Still 315. Steer right until this reads 315. No! Ryan, don't turn that goddamn wheel. Three-one-five. You're heading into that torpedo. Yes. Doing what? Steering into the torpedo's path. 'Red October's turned directly into the torpedo's path. Mother of God. Steady bearing - 315. Range - 5,000 yards. Melekhin, more speed. We're 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? Can we shoot at the Alfa? They didn't shoot at us. I need authorisation. Torpedo bearing steady at 315. Best range - 900 yards. Torpedo impact... 20 seconds. What books? Pardon me? What books did you write? A biography of Admiral Halsey - 'The Fighting Sailor' - about naval combat tactics. I know this book. Your conclusions were all wrong. Torpedo impact - 10 seconds. Halsey acted stupidly. 9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2... torpedo impact...now! I'll be damned. What happened? Combat tactics, Mr Ryan. By turning in to the torpedo, the Captain closed the distance before it could arm itself. That's it?! Not quite. Right now, Captain Tupolov is removing all safety features. He won't make the same mistake twice. Vasily, have you finished plotting? It's a little rough, but... Gunfire? That's what it sounded like, sir. Won't change his mind? It's a crew member. Someone's having second thoughts. I'd like to have seen Montana. Captain, he's in the missile bay! Silo hatch warning - portside, 20. He can't launch a missile. But he can blow one up. Captain, take the conn. Fire control's blasted to hell. Get in behind them. Stay there. Wait! You may need this, sir. Thank you. Don't just stand there, Ryan. Go with him! You speak English? Yes, sir. The torpedo broke up on impact! God dammit! Zero safety ranges. I can't go faster. He must not reach the ignition circuits. What happens if he does? He can incinerate the ship. Is that door the only way out? Yes. Don't let him get past you. Ryan... be careful what you shoot at. Most things in here don't react too well to bullets. Right. I have to be careful what I shoot at?! Safety ranges zero. About bloody time. Sonar, 'Red October's bearings? Behind us. Right full rudder! I'll shake him loose. He's going deep. 30 degree down angle! All counter measures, we're over there, right? The Alfa's too quick. It'll be over soon. "Ryan, some things in here don't react well to bullets." Yeah...like me. I don't react well to bullets. Where's he now? Close, sir. 900 metres - directly ahead. Got him. Match bearings and fire. They're too close! Don't argue. Launch the weapon. But Captain... Do it now! Another torpedo - active from launching. It's homing. Left full rudder. I think he's got us. Way to go, 'Dallas'! Torpedo's in acquisition - 500 yards and closing! You've done it! Pray this works. All right, Chief, put us on the roof. Counter measures on my mark - 5...4... ..ONE! Release counter measures. Emergency, blow! Full rise. ..500 feet... Come on, Big 'D' - fly! The torpedo's still active. It needs another target. A goddamn cook! (Speaks Russian) How far's that Alfa? 1,000 yards, dead astern. Reverse your turn. Aye, sir. Turning straight at him - torpedo still on our tail. Playing chicken is about knowing when to flinch. 400 yards...350...300...Captain! Right full rudder, 30 degree down. Aye, sir. This one's gonna be close! Torpedo dead ahead! Arrogant ass - you've killed US. We have ascertained the 'Red October's final position. Given the depth of the water and the widespread wreckage it will be some time before anything's recovered. Your people are interviewing the crew and arranging their return. This has been a terrible tragedy, Mr Ambassador. If you'd come to us earlier, it might have been avoided. I appreciate your candour. And I yours, Andrei. Perhaps future technology will allow more thorough investigation of the wreckage. Perhaps. There's another matter ` one I'm reluctant to... Please... One of our submarines, an Alfa, was last reported in the area of the Grand Banks. We've not heard from her for some time. Andrei... you've lost ANOTHER submarine? All this way to hide a submarine in a river. We're 100 miles from the nearest naval base - the last place satellites would look. I grew up around here. My grandfather took me to fish off that island. There is one question you haven't asked yet. Why? I figured you'd tell me when you were ready. Some believe we should attack the United States first. Settle everything in one moment. 'Red October' was built for that. When the dust settles, Moscow will want blood. Perhaps...maybe some good will come from it. A little revolution now and then is a healthy thing. Don't you think? Do you still like to fish, Ryan? Yes. There's a river not unlike this near Vilnius where my grandfather taught me to fish. "And the sea will grant each man new hope "as sleep brings dreams." Christopher Columbus. Welcome to the new world, sir. Supertext Subtitles Copyright 1992 Australian Caption Centre www.able.co.nz Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. Able 2014