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Bridge is clear.

- MAN:
Hatches are secure.

- (DEMI SIGHS)

Sonar, depth under the keel?

MAN (O VER RADIO):

Two hundred meters, Captain.

DEMl:
Very well.

(RINGING)

(PART CLATTERING)

(CHUCKLING)

Engineer, secure diesels,

ahead one-third

- on port and starboard motors.

- (ALARM SOUNDING)

MAN (O VER RADIO):

Prepare to dive.

(SHIP CREAKING)

(CLANG ON METAL)

(CLANGING)

- Belay the dive.

- Belay the dive!

- MAN (O VER RADIO): Belay the dive!

- Belay the dive!

All departments report.

Account for all crew.

Send the messenger topside.

(CLANG ON METAL)

- Check the starboard bow.

- Bow clear.

Do you hear that?

- No.

- MAN:
Decks are clear, sir.

- Dive the boat.

- Midships valves open. Dive the boat.

- MAN (O VER RADIO): Dive the boat!

- (ALARM SOUNDING)

(MACHINERY HISSING)

Decks awash.

Five degrees down bubble,

make your depth 50 meters.

Five degrees down bubble.

Level at 50 meters.

MAN (O VER RADIO): Fifty meters.

Sonar, report.

No contacts, sir.

Navigator, plot us

a course for blue water.

We're going deep.

Aye, sir.

Who the hell are you?

- Bavenod, sir.

- Where'd command scrape you up from?

- I came off a November.

- Really?

You traded a nuke for a smoker?

I heard the best crews

in the Navy sail diesels.

I wanted a chance at one

before they're all gone.

You see?

Dreams do come true.

Make our heading zero-nine-five.

- Let me know when we make the shelf.

- Aye, Captain.

All ahead standard.

Mr. Kozlov has the con.

MAN:
Aye, Captain.

You heard right about diesel crews,

Bavenod.

Yes, sir.

- (EXHALES)

- Captain.

(CLANGING ON METAL)

(CLANGING)

- (CLANGING)

- (DOG SNARLING)

(BARKING)

- Captain?

- What the hell's going on, here?

Only personnel with a security

clearance are permitted in this room.

By whose authority?

When you open your orders,

you'll understand.

A lot of noise topside.

- Is your equipment secure?

- Yes, it's secure.

Sound is the enemy on a submarine,

Mr. Bruni.

The Americans have superior sonar.

They don't need any more help from us.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

- Who is it?

- Alex.

- Come on in.

- (DOOR SLIDING OPEN)

Our replacements

have no personal records.

Names, ranks, that's it.

Except for Bavenod, the navigator.

He was on the K- 27 when she had

the reactor coolant leak.

Yeah, I know the K- 27.

Did you know that he's listed

among the dead?

More precision

from Squadron Command.

I've heard they'll shoot people

just to keep their paperwork straight.

Sailors are superstitious.

It's easy to spook a boat.

Well, Bavenod better not

tell anyone he's dead, then.

(ALEX CHUCKLES)

- Here's to ya.

- (MUTTERS SOFTLY)

What's on your mind?

I think our technicians

are OSNAZ commandos.

Yeah, it looks that way.

OSNAZ are KGB radicals.

True believers and trained assassins,

among other things.

Which is why I don't want any

of our crew getting between them

and whatever the hell

it is they're doing.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah.

Once we're deep,

we're gonna drill.

Because I don't want to find out

we have a boat full of nuggets

in the middle of an emergency.

- Aye, sir. I'll see to it.

- All right.

- (CLANGING ON METAL ECHOES)

- (DOOR SLIDES SHUT)

(CLANGING INCREASES)

- (DISTORTED SCREAMING)

- (CLANGS ECHOING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

MAN:
Angle on bow, port 35.

It's about 30 degrees...

Water pressure seems...

Sir.

MAN:
Two degree up angle.

Captain on deck.

Captain has the con.

Sonar, one active ping

for ranging, on my mark.

MAN (O VER RADIO): Standing by,

Captain. One ping for range.

With sound being the enemy, won't that

alert the Americans to our position?

(RADIO SQUEAKING)

- Americans already know our position.

- Captain...

I'd just like to avoid

running into them.

Forward and after torpedo,

load, signal ejectors.

- Stand by to launch countermeasures.

- MAN:
Aye, sir. Standing by.

- Countermeasures loaded.

- Sonar, one ping for range. Mark.

(PING SOUNDING)

(LOW PING ECHOING)

Con, sonar. Submerged contact,

bearing zero-six- zero,

12,000 meters at 30 knots.

Must be a Skipjack fast attack.

Americans, always with

their snouts in the trough.

All ahead one-third,

left full rudder, emergency deep.

Make your depth 160 meters. Report

when we've reached the thermocline.

Emergency dive. Twenty degrees down

on the forward dive planes.

- MAN (O VER RADIO): Emergency dive...

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Release countermeasures.

- MAN 1:
Countermeasures, aye.

- MAN 2:
Firing.

(DEMI SIGHING)

Noisemakers blind the Americans,

but they blind us, too.

Captain, entering the thermocline.

PAVLO V:
The temperature inversion

reflects American sonar,

- so they won't be able to hear us.

- Won't they follow us?

They'll pick a bearing and make a guess.

Their chances are one in 360.

Old submariner trick.

BRUNl:
Your father was Nikolai Zubov.

Commanded the 1 st Submarine

Brigade of the Baltic Fleet.

That's right.

- Make your heading one-seven-five.

- One-seven-five. Aye, sir.

This man's father wrote

the book on submarine warfare.

- MAN:
One-seven-five.

- PAVLOV:
The legacy of

the captain's family is very

well known throughout the Navy.

Awarded a "Hero of the Soviet Union"

for sinking

the Kriegsmarine ship, Goya,

during the war. Do I have that right?

Gentlemen,

we're in the middle of operations.

He was decorated, yeah.

Sent 6,000 miserable Wehrmacht

and Nazi sympathizers

to the bottom of Gdansk Bay.

If the acorn doesn't

fall too far from the tree,

our captain should be able

to dodge a Yank sub or two.

Port and starboard motors, all stop.

Silent motor ahead, standard.

- MAN 1:
Port and starboard motors stop.

- Make your course one-two-zero.

- MAN 1:
Silent motor ahead.

- MAN 2:
One-two-zero. Aye, sir.

(BUTTON BEEPING)

From Squadron Commander

Vladimir Markov:

"To the crew of B-67: Proceed south

to patrol box Lima-Foxtrot

and monitor American Naval activities.

When conditions permit, commence

system testing of classified equipment

for operational readiness,

maintaining alert status.

Returning to Rybachiy

on or about June 6th. "

- This is the executive officer.

- (LOW MUTTERS)

(BEEPING)

Greg, you may post the orders

in the enlisted men's mess.

Aye, sir.

(DOOR SLIDING OPEN, CLOSED)

What conditions?

(CHIRPING)

Simulate hydrogen leak,

battery compartment one.

Hydrogen leak, battery deck one.

This is a drill.

Simulate flooding in compartments

13 and 14.

- (BELL RINGING)

- Flooding in compartments 13 and 14.

- This is a drill.

- Let's move it, gentlemen!

- MAN 1:
Aye, sir.

- MAN 2:
Flooding in 13 and 14!

- (OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

- Let's go, let's go!

MAN 1:
Move it, move it!

MAN 2:
Come on, gear up! Come on!

MAN 3:
All right, there you go.

MAN 2:
All right, gear up.

Come to periscope depth,

raise the snorkel,

- prepare to ventilate the boat.

- ALEX:
Aye, sir. Prepare to ventilate.

MAN:
Let's go, raise the snorkel.

(SIGHS)

What's wrong?

Saltwater and electrolyte

in the batteries makes chlorine gas.

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