Phantom Page #7

(PANTING)

Forward torpedo,

stand by to detonate torpedo one.

MAN:
Aye, sir.

Detonate torpedo one.

(SHIP CREAKING)

(PANTING)

(WHISPERS) OK, OK.

Sonar, con. Range of second

torpedo to the November?

MAN (O VER RADIO):

Three hundred meters, closing.

(TICKING)

- Prepare to detonate torpedo two.

- Aye, sir.

Torpedo is 150 meters from the November.

- Detonate torpedo two.

- Detonate torpedo two!

(CREAKING)

She's blowing her ballast!

- (RELIEVED MURMURS)

- She's headed to the surface!

- (EXHALING)

- (STOPS WATCH)

BRUNl:
Captain...

...surface the ship.

Do you have any authority

for doing this?

Secretariat, the Central Committee,

anyone?

Politicians have no stomach

for anything but self-preservation.

This man proves that.

What's our target package?

We will create the conditions necessary

for our leaders to seize absolute...

- What's the target?

- The Pacific Fleet at Midway.

Once the Phantom is engaged,

and the Americans are fooled

into believing that the Chinese

launched a nuclear strike against them,

they will have no choice

but to retaliate.

We will step aside as our enemies

destroy each other.

We will emerge

on the right side of history.

You give me no recourse.

Recourse for what?

To take back my ship.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Drop your weapons.

Mr. Bavenod.

(GASPS)

Contingencies, Captain.

You didn't think I was gonna leave you

alone to plot our defeat, did you?

- (ELECTRICITY POPPING)

- (GASPING)

(RING CLATTERING)

They're trying to get to the missile.

You. (MUFFLED SCREAMING)

(CHOKING, GURGLING)

(HATCH SQUEAKING)

Post a man.

(QUIET CHOKING)

Your firing keys.

(GASPING)

I will not ask you twice.

(STRUGGLING GRUNTS)

You really think religious icons

are gonna save you?

Fuel the missile.

(MACHINERY WHIRRING)

Enter the firing coordinates.

Loading into firing computer.

- You'll be starting the apocalypse.

- Not me.

You, Demi.

You'll be remembered as the man

who turned our enemies to dust.

Years from now, children will be

taught your name in school,

and you'll be honored as the hero you've

always longed to be, but never were.

Missile fueling complete, sir.

Activate the warhead.

Warhead activation complete.

- Loading into firing computer.

- Begin firing sequence.

- Enter launch code four-seven-seven...

- (KEYS CLICKING)

...five-three-six.

(COMPUTER WHIRRING)

- (ALARM BEEPS)

- Sh*t!

The launch code's been compromised.

Bring him!

- All of them!

- (LOW MURMURS)

Bring him.

(GRUNTING)

Easy.

- Bavenod, stand a post.

- BAVENOD:
Aye aye, sir.

BRUNl:
Open the safe!

- What good is that gonna do?

- There's an encrypted water mark

on the ship's orders

with an alternate launch code.

Do not test me!

Demi... don't open it.

- No!

- (PAVLOV GROANING)

(WHISPERS)

Sometimes you gotta pick a side.

(GRUNTING)

For God's sake, Demi,

do not open that...

- (YELLING)

- No!

I have a bullet for every man

on this ship, Captain, including you.

- Now open the goddamn safe.

- You son-of-a-b*tch!

MAN (O VER RADIO): Contact bearing

zero-six- zero, 1500 meters.

It's the November, sir.

- That's why you left them alive.

- Contingencies.

MAN (O VER RADIO): Con, sonar.

Torpedoes in the water!

Gubin's gonna sink this ship,

he's gonna sink you!

You can be next.

Engage the Phantom.

Go.

Sir, the launch code is

zero-eight-nine-six-eight-seven.

(WHIRRING)

(CLICKING)

(PANTING)

MAN (O VER RADIO): Con, sonar.

Torpedoes now 1200 meters!

- BRUNl:
Open the missile tube.

- (GRUNTING)

(DOORS OPENING)

Oh, sh*t.

Don't do it.

- Don't do it.

- (ALARM SOUNDING)

(CLICKING)

MAN (O VER RADIO):

Ten, nine, eight, seven,

six, five, four,

three, two, one!

(BULLETS RICOCHETING)

(YELLING)

(GRUNTING)

(GASPING)

Dive the boat. All ahead full

on port and starboard engines.

- MAN:
Aye, Captain.

- Secure the hatch.

Aye, sir.

- Close the missile tube.

- MAN:
Aye, sir.

Closing the missile tube.

MAN (O VER RADIO):

Torpedoes closing now, 700 meters!

- Aft torpedo, fire the remaining decoy.

- Aye, sir.

Right full rudder, all ahead flank.

Emergency dive.

Right full rudder, all ahead flank.

Dive, dive, dive!

Con, sonar. Torpedoes, 500 meters,

closing now very quickly.

- (RAPID BEEPING)

- Brace for impact.

- (SHIP CREAKING)

- (MEN GRUNTING)

(SHIP CREAKING)

(WATER DRIPPING)

(METAL CREAKING)

- BRUNl:
We're on the bottom.

- Yes.

We haven't been crushed.

- You sound disappointed.

- (BRUNI CHUCKLES)

Surprised.

We're sitting

on the French Frigate Shoals...

...a flooded mountain range.

So close to the surface

we could almost swim.

You don't remember me, do you?

Why would I?

I was your boatswain's mate

on this very boat.

You ordered me to seal the hatch

on the lives of all the men

in the forward battery.

Afterward, I didn't have your choices,

Demi... didn't have your father.

So this is what? A vendetta?

It wasn't personal.

You were a target of opportunity.

(RADIO SQUEAKING)

Yeah?

ALEX:
We're trying to

cross-connect the air banks,

but we're running out of pressure.

Do your best, Alex.

Keep me posted.

Missiles between

the Americans and the Chinese

are crossing in the air as we speak.

We're lost.

Why not accept it?

(PANTING)

(GASPING FOR BREATH)

There's something down here with us.

It's outside the ship.

- I hear voices.

- Listen to me.

You're breathing poisoned air.

OK? You understand me?

You have to breathe. Breathe.

Put that on.

Put this on. Breathe.

- Where's your post?

- Over there.

You show me.

Keep that on.

Put that on yourself.

Saltwater's in the battery deck.

(SIGHING)

Get into the egress suit.

(SCOFFING)

If I'm going to die,

I'm going to do it here,

with my crew, with you.

Listen to me,

Gubin's up there somewhere.

You're the only chance we have for...

...a rescue.

Or to explain that this

was the work of madmen.

Not our country.

Not these men.

If the Americans find me?

Tell 'em everything.

And if the missile detonated?

(EXHALES)

Then it'll be a beautiful sunrise.

- You in there?

- Yeah, I got it.

DEMl:
I want you to give this to Sophi.

Give this...

give that to my little girl.

Tell her to wear it in her hair.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

You were dreaming.

My watch stopped.

(METAL CLANGING)

(STEADY PANTING)

There's somebody out there.

(METAL CLANGING, DISTANT)

They found us.

They're raising the boat.

(SHIP CREAKING)

This is a restricted area, Captain.

(MAN COUGHING)

This was my boat.

And this is my captain's family.

(CLANGING)

(CLANGING ECHOES)

Apparently the Americans

showed self-discipline.

We didn't make it, did we?

No, son, we didn't.

I wish he knew how proud I am.

(SNIFFLING)

He knows, sweetheart.

He knows.

(WOMAN SINGS SLOW-TEMPO SONG)

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