Phantom Page #5

- To remain undetected, of course.

We have countermeasures,

procedures to ensure our stealth.

- Thirty meters, Captain.

- Continue.

That is an unacceptable risk.

Protocol dictates encrypted progress

transmissions are sent to Fleet Command

- at predetermined waypoints.

- (OVERLAPPING)

- Are you saying something to me?

- You have authority

to make status reports

at your discretion.

In time of war, yes, I do.

You know something I don't?

- Twenty meters.

- Stop the ascent.

- Continue.

- Stop the ascent, Captain!

Mr. Pavlov, if you contradict me again,

I'll have you chained

to the forward head.

- Ten meters.

- Stand by for microburst transmission.

- MAN (O VER RADIO): Standing by.

- I can't allow you to do that.

Officer of the deck, escort Mr. Bruni

to his cabin and lock him to his bunk.

- Aye, sir.

- (PISTOL COCKING)

Somebody dive the boat

or I'll shoot the captain.

Dive the boat.

Bow planes 20 degrees down.

- MAN:
Aye, sir.

- Gentlemen,

I'm sure if we let the Captain think...

I don't have anything to think over.

Dmitri Zubov is an epileptic

who uses drugs and drink

to medicate his neurological malady.

The result of a brain injury

he sustained

when he collided

with Vladimir Markov's boat...

...killing how many sailors?

Thirty-six injured. Six lost souls.

All on this very ship.

BRUNl:
You also boast one of the

lowest scores to ever come out

of the Officers Training School.

Well, you don't deny it, anyway.

The real mystery is how you were never

run out of the Navy altogether.

And I'm sure you're

going to tell us why.

Pedigree, influence and advanced skills

in bribing duty officers,

- ship surgeons and political officers.

- That's a lie.

So much shame, you tried to take your

own life, but even at this you failed.

But I'm sure you knew all that.

No, actually I didn't.

Those of you who wish to remain

in the service of your country

may stand your posts.

Those who do not may join

your captain in a court martial.

What about you, Mr. First Officer?

Your loyalty in exchange for a hero's

welcome home and your first command?

(SIGHING)

Separate them, fore and aft.

Last chance, Captain.

Compliance for a grateful nation.

There's a Ukrainian proverb that says:

"Share a tent with Gypsies,

and you wake up in a field of sh*t."

I've heard that one, yes.

Then you'll understand if I tell you

to go f*** yourself.

(GRUNTING)

- (METAL CLANGING ECHOES)

- (OVERLAPPING NOISE)

MAN:
Captain!

- Back up! Back up!

- OK.

- Easy, easy.

- Take it easy.

- Easy...

- What is this?

- Step aside.

- Watch yourself, OK?

"To defeat an adversary...

...you must always drive the fight,

be willing to do

that which is never expected."

We've all read his book.

My father had ambitions for me.

So did the party.

I was in a hunter-killer exercise

with Markov.

Command was sizing us up

for bigger things,

and I had so much to prove.

I knew Markov would never

expect me to fight in the blind,

so I pulled into his wake.

But I never expected him

to reverse his engines, either.

During the collision,

I smashed my head into the gyro.

When I came around, there was

a fire in the forward torpedo.

The men fighting it wouldn't...

...they wouldn't come out.

They refused.

So I was, um...

...I was forced to seal them inside.

Eventually they just let the tubes open

and let the sea rush in.

Better to drown than burn, I guess.

That should've been

the end of our careers, but...

...command would not allow

my father to be shamed by me.

(SNIFFLING)

We never faced the families,

we never faced ourselves.

We were just quietly passed over,

exiled out here

so we wouldn't embarrass anybody.

Command would never

put something as important

as the Phantom

in the hands of someone like me.

There are only two reasons

why a boat would go rogue.

One is to defect,

and the other it to start a war.

And I don't think we're defecting.

(WINDING RADIO)

(RADIO SQUEAKING)

- Yeah.

- We need to disable the warhead.

- They can't launch without the codes.

- They have the codes.

I'm sure of it.

We can navigate the ship

through the bilges.

- Is Tyrtov with you?

- He's right here.

He knows that warhead

better than anybody.

- Can you rig a transmitter?

- Aye, Captain.

Quietly.

Listen, if we can rearrange

the firing triggers,

we should be able to create

a single-point detonation.

It'll still launch,

but it won't start a nuclear explosion.

Maybe.

- I can't argue with "maybe."

- It's possible.

ALEX:
This ship's full of OSNAZ.

We need to get to the weapons lock-up.

It'd be best to take back the boat

than to test a theory.

- Can you get below decks?

- We can do that.

Yeah, roger that. Get back to me.

You and Bavenod are going below.

(GRUNTING)

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- BRUNl:
How long?

Six hours.

Helm, let's have a look behind us.

- Left, 45 degrees.

- MAN:
Left, 45.

Sonar, report.

All clear.

Helm, steer a course for two-seven-four.

MAN:
Two-seven-four. Aye, sir.

That heading puts us extremely close

to the American fleet.

Correct.

(PISTOL COCKING)

So we have

a saltwater-activated battery.

Now this here will

broadcast our location.

- (QUICK BEEP)

- This will tell them

that we've been overtaken.

Demi, if the Americans think we're

rogue, they're gonna try and sink us.

And if we are rogue,

our fleet will do it for them.

That should tell us

everything we need to know.

DOCTOR:
Why would Bruni do this?

If we launch a nuclear missile,

the Americans are gonna have to respond.

It's a false flag. He'll cloak us as one

of the subs we already sold to Peking.

The Americans will think it was

the Chinese who fired on them.

But we're about to change

all that with this.

Bruni's trying to start the only

kind of nuclear war we can win.

One we're not in.

Sh*t!

Come on. (PANTING)

(GRUNTING)

Now if we pressurize the breach

right now,

they will definitely hear it in the con.

Now, look.

This is sodium bicarbonate.

- Now mix with a little saltwater...

- (FIZZING)

...it creates carbon dioxide.

That will pressurize the breach

and it will launch the transmitter.

But quietly.

(SOFT CLATTERING)

- We're through.

- Go with Tyrtov.

Do whatever you can

to get to the missile.

- The rest of you?

- Yes, sir.

- Come with me.

- Aye, sir.

(PULLING LEVER)

(FIZZING, BUBBLING SOUND)

(LOUD CLANGING)

(CLANGING ON HULL)

(CLANGING)

Stow that in here.

Open the hatch.

(STEADY BEEPING)

What was that noise?

I don't know... Captain.

- What'd you run us into?

- (LOW CHUCKLES)

You're in no position to understand

the events unfolding around you.

I understand you've seized

this vessel without authority.

MAN (O VER RADIO):

You'd better get up here.

We have a contact bearing down on us

at almost 40 knots.

- American?

- No. It's one of ours.

If I were you, skipper,

I'd sound battle stations.

Sound battle stations.

Bring the captain.

(ALARM BELL RINGING)

Relax.

(STEADY BEEPING)

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