Crimson Tide Page #7

Range:
300 yards

at 50 knots, sir!

- 100 yards, 55 knots!

- [Bleeping]

Weapons ready for arming, sir!

- Steady course 231.

- Aye, sir. 231.

Arm torpedoes

two and four... now!

Torpedoes armed, sir!

- [Beeping]

- We're locked on the Akula!

- You got him, sir! You got him!

- [All Cheering]

- [Cheering Continues]

- [Bear Barks]

[Cheering Continues]

Conn/Sonar:
Incoming torpedo! They got

it off before they got hit, sir!

Right full rudder!

Launch starboard countermeasures!

- Countermeasures away, sir!

- Dive! Make your depth 1,200 feet!

[Cob] Point it down now!

Take her deep! Take her deep!

Full dive on those planes!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

- Hang on, everybody!

- [Sonar Bleeping]

[Yelling]

[Bear Barking, Growling]

[Continues Barking, Growling]

Is everybody okay?

Yeah!

Open aft main drain suction!

Start the drain pump!

Go, go, go!

All stations,

make damage report to Control.

Control, this is Bilge Bay!

We've got out-of-control flooding!

- [Shouting]

- Request damage control!

- Mr. Mahoney, get a damage control

party down there!

- Aye, sir!

Forward damage control party,

get Lieutenant Hellerman!

Flooding in the bilge bay!

Get him down there now!

Conn/Maneuvering:

We've lost propulsion, sir!

- Chief of the boat, how we doin'?

- Sir, we are going down!

- I need propulsion!

- Forward ballast tanks are damaged, sir!

- Forward air pressure: Zero!

- Maneuvering/Conn:

Restore propulsion as soon as possible.

Conn/Maneuvering: Restoring propulsion

as soon as possible! Aye, sir!

[Hull Groaning]

Control/Bilge Bay:

Flooding is slowed!

I think we got it

under control, sir!

Passing 1,500 feet.

At 1,850 it's all over.

[Hull Groaning]

[Cob] Passing 1,600 feet.

Barnes, get over here!

Help me with this loose valve!

[Cob] Passing 1,650 feet.

[Hull Groaning]

[Submarine Shaking]

- What the f*** is going on?

- [Rivetti] Take it easy.

Conn/Bilge Bay:

Flooding has recommenced!

It looks like three men are trapped!

Bilge Bay/Conn:
Try and get those men

out of there and seal that bay.

Sir, if we don't seal the bilge bay now,

we'll lose the ship!

[Hull Groaning]

Bilge Bay/Conn:

Can you get the men out?

Sir, there's no f***in' way!

If I go down there, I'll never get out!

Barnes, come on!

You've got to come!

Move, move! Barnes, come on, come on!

You can do it! Move it!

Bilge Bay/Conn:

Seal that bay.

Barnes, let's go! Come on!

I've got to close the hatch!

What the f***

are we doing here?

Bilge Bay/Conn:

I say again, seal that bay.

Sir, there are men down there,

and they're gonna drown!

Lieutenant Hellerman,

you have your orders!

Now seal the goddamn bay

before we all go down!

Barnes!

Please get the f*** out!

Barnes!

Come on!

Barnes!

Conn/Bilge Bay:

Seawater hatch is sealed, sir!

Very well.

[Cob] Passing 1,800 feet.

Approaching hull crush depth, sir.

Conn/Maneuvering:

Turbine power restored!

Main seawater cross valve repaired!

- And rising.

- Propulsion limit! Ahead full, sir!

- Take us up to periscope depth.

- Aye, aye, sir.

Give me five.

[Sobbing]

All right, we're livin'.

We're livin', gentlemen.

- Step aside, Tommy.

- I'm sorry, sir. The X.O. Ordered...

F*** the X.O.!

This ship has been hit,

and I'm going in to see my captain.

Now stand aside.

Stand aside!

[Unlocking Door, Knocking]

Captain?

[Opera Playing]

- Sir.

- How bad is it, Mr. Dougherty?

- It's bad, sir.

- I've just been looking

at Hunter's file here.

The closest to combat he's been

is a policy seminar.

Give me an order, sir.

As quietly as you can, you get

to Mr. Zimmer and Mr. Westergaurd.

How about Linkletter?

Nah, you won't be able to talk

to the TSO. He's at the conn.

But you can get to Weps.

We got to have Weps. He's the key.

You get me those men, a small security

force; then come back and get me.

Aye, sir.

Don't get overzealous and

try to recruit the whole ship.

We'll lead from the top down.

Aye, sir. Right away.

[Opera Continues]

[Door Closes]

The radio's 50%.

Can I talk to you

in the passageway?

Right now, Pete.

Come on.

[Sighs]

What's goin' on?

We're not gonna let this go down

with the X.O. At the helm.

- We're not?

- No, we're not. I've been

with the captain for years...

and this a**hole Hunter

shows up, and I'm supposed

to follow him 'cause he says so?

You're not supposed to;

you've been ordered to.

That's what this is about:

Proper orders.

Proper orders? He has proper orders.

He won't act on them.

He's in command now!

If they order him to launch, we'll

launch, and we'll blow 'em all to hell.

But I'd rather go down myself

than get this one wrong.

Look, our procedures are clear.

In the absence of a contravening order,

in a situation like this...

- we follow the orders in hand.

- Exactly.

You know how many checks we do to make

sure a launch order is authentic?

The X.O. Agreed

with those orders.

Now he just wants to throw them away?

They don't count?

- He's lost his nerve.

- Bullshit! I know this guy, Bobby!

Weps, we've been ordered to launch.

Now why in the world would we do that if

they weren't prepared to launch at us?

We don't know that for sure.

That's the whole point.

That's why he wants time

to confirm the message.

That's the whole f***ing point is

we don't have time!

Radchenko is fueling his birds.

Now why do you think he's doing that?

Why? You don't put on a condom

unless you gonna f***!

Go back to your station.

Go back to your station and stay there.

Come on, man.

Peter, think about your family, man.

I am. I am!

I mean, what do you...

What do you plan to do?

Nothing without you.

You're senior officer department head.

The TSO's with Hunter.

And you have the keys

to the small arms locker.

Now we want to recruit a few more men,

and then we're gonna open that arsenal.

[Dougherty] I just talked

to the captain in his room.

He specifically asked for you.

He says we cannot go

without you.

I don't believe this.

[Sighs]

This is a mutiny, Peter.

There's only two sides

to a mutiny.

Now, your captain

is asking for your help.

What are you gonna do?

What are you gonna do?

All right.

Conn/Weapons:
Russian missiles

will have launch capability...

in 24 minutes.

You're doing the right thing.

[Booming, Electricity Buzzing]

[Mahoney]

Electrical power has been restored.

- [Growling]

- All stations, prepare to

reinitiate the system.

[Continues Growling]

Radio/Conn:
Mr. Zimmer, what's the

status on that radio repair?

Conn/Radio:
All systems are still

down, sir. Lieutenant Zimmer isn't here.

- Where is he?

- [Vossler] I don't know, sir.

Very well.

- Mr. Mahoney has the conn.

- Aye, sir. I have the conn.

- Cob.

- Sir?

- Send a man and find Zimmer.

- Aye, sir.

- Get a side arm.

- Aye, aye, sir.

- Chief Young.

- Aye, Chief.

Turn around!

Move it!

- [Growling]

- At ease, sailor.

[Bear Growling]

- [Bear Barks]

- Sir.

- Thank you, Mr. Ince.

- [Growling]

- Mr. Westergaurd.

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