The Hunt for Red October Page #3

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He has no children.

No ties to leave behind.

Today is the first anniversary

of his wife death.

- Come on. You're just an analyst.

- I know Ramius.

He's a legend among his men.

He's always been a maverick

I met him at an embassy dinner.

Have you met Capt. Ramius, General?

How long before Ramius could be

in a position to flare his missiles at us?

- Four days.

- All right, I'll brief the President.

Dr Ryan, would you stay

for a moment, please?

I said speak your mind, Jack

but Jesus!

You slammed the door on the general.

- That was not my intention.

- Yes, it was.

He was patronizing you.

In my opinion he deserved it.

I'm a politician,

which means I'm a cheat and a liar.

When I'm not kissing babies,

I'm stealing their lollipops.

But it also means

that I keep my options open.

Let's assume for a minute

that you're right. -

- and this Russian intends to defect.

What do you suggest we do about it?

- We definitely grab the boat.

- Wait a minute.

This is not a stray pilot with a MIG.

We're talking about several billion

dollars worth of Soviet property.

- They're going to want it back

- We could inspect it.

Call it a Coastguard safety inspection.

How do we proceed?

We need to contact the commanders

in the Atlantic directly.

If the Russians get one whiff of this,

the game is up.

We need to be able to help them.

We need to be ready to go

at a moment's notice.

And somebody has to find out

what Ramius' intensions really are.

Okay, when do you leave?

Wait a minute!

The general was right.

I am only an analyst.

You're perfect.

I can't ask any of these characters.

They wouldn't stake their reputations

on a hunch.

- You...

- Are expendable.

Something like that.

I'll give you three days.

After that, I have to hunt down Ramius

and destroy him. Will you do it?

Mother of God!

Secure the masts. All ahead two thirds.

Set depth to 900 metres.

Come left, heading 205.

These orders

are seven bloody hours old!

- Captain...?

- All ahead flank.

Inquire of the engineer about

going to 105% on the reactor.

Seven hours!

The entire fleet is after him.

but not recommended.

Go to 105 on the reactor.

- What is it? Where are we going?

- We're going to kill a friend.

We're going to kill Ramius.

If you like borscht perhaps,

but I've eaten better in the galley.

My wife asked the waiter

if the chef was from Afghanistan.

Then we went on to the ballet,

to see the new girl as Giselle.

Remember how beautiful I she was?

She just married a factory manager...

Doctor, do you have the figures

for the last batch of radiation tests?

Now?

Now.

Bring the preceding set as well,

for comparison.

Thank you, Doctor.

It will take him some time.

Before we begin, I'd like to know

what happened to Putin.

- He didnt slip on his tea, did he?

- I don't think I like your tone.

- We're risking our lives here.

- Putin could have made complications.

Did you think

he would go away and sulk?

- Are you saying he was murdered?

- Stop whining, Yuri.

So he was murdered.

The man was a pig.

But it is a decision

we should have all made together.

If the crew finds out,

we could have a mutiny.

Everything that happens on this ship

affects us all.

- Why don't we go back?

- There'll be no going back

Before we sailed I dispatched a letter

to Admiral Padorin. -

- in which I announced

our intention to defect.

In the name of God, why?

When he reached the new world,

Cortez burned his ships.

- Thus, his men were well motivated.

- You have signed our death warrants.

- Padorin will send the entire fleet.

- Jesus! They'll find us.

Nobody is going to find us.

That's enough, Yuri.

You couldn't just

turn the sub over to the Americans.

You had to make a political statement.

Or was it something deeper that

made you unable to simply slip away?

- Was it ego, Captain?

- We each have our reasons, Victor.

My own began the day I was handed

the blueprints for this ship.

A ship which had but one use.

As for the rest. -

- those are things that I alone

must carry the burden for.

Anatoly, you're afraid of our fleet.

You should be.

Personally, I give us...

one chance in three.

More tea, anyone?

No?

Then you may

report back to your posts.

You heard the captain, dismissed.

Captain.

I would never disagree with you

in front of the men.

But in this case Victor was right.

It would have been better

if you had not informed Moscow.

Moscow is not the worry,

nor the whole Soviet Navy.

I know their tactics.

I have the advantage.

The worry is the Americans.

If we meet the right sort,

this will work

If we get some buckaroo...

Someth turbulence.

You don't like flying?

This is nothing. You should

have been here five months ago.

Talk about puke! We ran into

a hail storm over the Sea of Japan.

The pilot shot his lunch

all over the windshield.

I barfed on the radio.

It wasn't that lightweight stuff.

It was that chunky industrial puke.

You want a bite?

Next time I get a bright idea,

I'll put it in a memo.

- Sir.

- That will be all, Lieutenant.

- Did that Hawkeye trap?

- Number four wire.

- Not bad considering.

- The gentleman is here to see you.

What the hell are you talking about

I apologize for the uniform. It's

Admiral Greer's idea of a low profile.

If you're working for Jim Greer,

you can tell me what this is all about.

Captain, have you got a minute?

Here's something you ought to see.

Get yourself a cup of coffee.

I'll have some tea.

Get the captain a cup of tea.

The moment that sub went silent

and I thought I heard singing...

I heard something in the background,

too, and I managed to get it on tape.

I washed it through the computer

and managed to isolate this sound.

The computer identified it

as magma displacement.

The SAPS software was originally

written to look for seismic events.

When it gets confused,

it runs home to momma.

- I'm not following you.

- I'm sorry.

Listen to it at ten times speed.

That's got to be man-made.

The first contact was at 09:15

and the bearing was 269.

At 09:
30, it was here.

At 11 and 11:
15, it was here and here.

Russian subs have been reported

running Reykjanes Ridge at high speed.

- They had hyper-accurate maps.

- Yeah, Red Route One.

The front door to those canyons

was a location called Thor's Twins.

Look...

Right into Red Route One.

You may think I'm crazy, but I'll bet

we found some new Russian sub.

It's now headed for the Iceland coats.

A$40 million computer tells you

you're chasing an earthquake. -

- but you don't believe it. And you

come up with this on your own.

- Yes, sir.

- Relax you've sold me.

Plot us a course for the bottom end

of Red Route One.

We'll never find him in those canyons.

But first we'd better phone in.

Aye, aye, Captain.

Hang on, Jonesy.

If I can get you close enough,

can you track this sucker?

Now that I know what to listen for...

I'll bag him.

- Carry on.

- Yes, sir.

That's the craziest notion ever!

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