Under Siege Page #5

We're jumping into a sh*t storm here.

Must've been a power surge.

That's the last one.

This should disable their

weapons systems within a half hour.

Mr. Ryback,

may I have your attention, please?

This is Captain Krill speaking.

I'd like you to look

at the monitors...

... where you are

at this point in time.

Are you watching?

I prepared a special show for you.

Here it goes.

I want you to know

there are no hard feelings.

I have no grudge against you...

... or the rest of the crew.

You did your best.

Discipline is right out

the window here.

Turn it off.

We got to save them.

They'll have a trap.

But they're expecting me,

not all of us.

All of what? I do laundry.

I ironed during the Gulf War.

I ain't cut out for this.

You're in the Navy, remember?

"It's not a job, it's an adventure."

To hell with that.

I'm on the college program.

I'm in.

All right,

I'll stay and watch Miss July.

- Get the lights out in broadway.

- I'm going.

Okay, but the emergency lights

will kick on soon.

All right, what the hell.

How does this work?

Go!

Take cover! Get down!

Turn it!

Turn the water off!

They're going to get us out!

Pull him out of there!

Pull him out!

Come on, buddy!

Breathe!

Listen to him!

Hang in there!

Listen, he freed a few men,

and I think...

... they went into the fo'c's'le,

but we got them pinned down.

Kill them if you can't contain them.

It worked. They're trapped.

- Good.

- Drop the anchor!

This is where it's going to happen.

- Who the hell's this?

- Who the hell's this?

This is Admiral Bates.

I'm trying to get ahold of Ryback.

He's in a gunfight.

I'll have to take a message.

What's going on there?

Hold on.

Here.

Yes, sir.

Chief Ryback, this is Admiral Bates.

I see that you completely

disobeyed my orders. Correct?

Sorry. You can court-martial me

if I live.

I see.

Listen to me carefully.

SEAL Team 5 is en route.

You understand?

Nimitz air group is our backup.

Understand?

Now, since your ass is on the line,

I authorize you...

...to do whatever you can

to aid the arrival of the SEALs.

Because if I goddamn

can't control you...

...I might as well support you.

Correct?

Affirmative.

Good luck there, sailor.

I'm out.

They got a lot of trouble on that ship.

Here I go.

I'm not staying here.

Where're you going? Get back here.

- What're you doing?

- The safest place is behind you.

Hug the wall.

Get out of the middle!

Miss July, come back here!

TAG leader, this is Cobra escort.

We have you in our sights.

You should see us

on your portside now.

Francois, put the money in the Zurich

bank now, or nothing'll happen.

Sell what we got

in MacGregor Aircraft.

It'll go to sh*t

when they find out about this.

Two choppers trying to sneak in

under our radar.

Strike team.

We drive a hard bargain for hard value.

You give me any more trouble,

I'll call Mohammed. Understand?

Strike team is in range and locked on.

Kill them.

Not you, Francois.

I'll put my accountant on the line...

...with my account number.

Talk to that frog.

Something's wrong.

We've got a big problem here.

Switch to auxiliary!

Nothing.

Sh*t, I lost the phalanx.

We're sitting ducks.

Get me secure to the sub.

Sub's up.

Coyote, this is Roadrunner. Come in.

Here come the good guys.

One minute!

One minute!

The fantail's fouled up!

We're going in on the bow.

What the hell was that?!

It's confirmed. We lost them all.

We have no choice now...

...but full air assault from the Nimitz.

Mr. Trenton,

would you please?

We need more hands on deck

to help tie this sub up.

Start offloading.

The crane isn't finished.

We got another problem below decks.

Pull four men off the welding crew

to help tie up the sub.

My goodness!

Daumer, Daumer, Daumer.

Why didn't you hire this person?

Whatever his price would've been,

it would've been worth it.

Bring it up!

Ease it over now.

There's someone in the water!

Behind you!

I saw someone in the water!

Hook him!

Hook that son of a b*tch!

Check for a bomb!

Who saw him? Come on!

You're incredible.

It's a shame

you're not cooking for us.

Next thing I know...

...you'll be dating musicians.

Where's Daumer?

Probably dead.

The bowplane is jammed.

We can't submerge.

I'll handle it.

It'll be operational underway.

You fix it, I'll make you an admiral.

Done. Where're you going?

- Make Honolulu glow in the dark.

- Outstanding.

I'll meet you 15 miles

due south in the captain's launch.

Rally your men here in zero one.

I need an acetylene torch,

an arc welder and a crowbar, now!

- What'd he say?

- He can't fix it.

I'll fix it! Go! Now!

Why can't you speak English?

Hang in there.

Talk to me.

There's nothing to say.

Whatever they did...

...they're smarter than I am.

Everything's dead.

It's hopeless.

Nothing is hopeless. Take heart.

Give me time, I'll figure it out.

I like your attitude. Excellent.

It's clear.

What the hell..?

I'll put it to you in plain English.

It is so simple.

Hammer that rod into place.

Weld it over the bowplane.

Without it, we can't survive.

Make him understand. Now!

Where's Johnson?

He's gone.

They can't get away with this!

What about the five-inch guns?

We offloaded all the armor-piercing

rounds. We got starbursts.

Nothing that will penetrate.

Gunner's mate.

See those?

We still got shells for those.

I did it.

It's charging. In a few minutes

we'll have power to fire.

Well done.

Let's go!

Get on those last three bags!

Out of line.

- Another one.

- Watch my hand signals!

Stand clear!

Easy, guys, easy.

What's the sub's course and speed?

Course 172. Speed six knots.

Get down the five-inch guns!

- What do you want me to do?

- See those black switches?

- Click them on, one by one.

- lf the sub blows, won't the nukes go?

No. They won't detonate.

Just sink with the sub.

Lower the cradle.

Cradle lowered.

- Ram the projectile.

- Easy.

Ram the powder easy.

Real easy!

Starbursts are ready.

Fire starburst!

All right.

You, secure this room.

Get back to work, jack-off!

They're firing at us!

They're just desperate.

Those are starbursts.

They don't have shells to hurt us.

Elevate the barrel.

Fire in the hole.

He's doing it! We're out of time!

They're reloading right now.

Granger, Tackman! Reload!

Lowering cradle.

Scoot over!

Goddamn!

Close the breech.

Lower it. Lower the bowplane!

Pull! It's working! It's working!

Come on, let's go.

Dive!

It's working!

- 204 degrees.

- 204 degrees.

This is it.

Ryback is gone.

Let me look.

Fire in the hole!

- Direct hit!

- We hit it!

What the hell is going on?

Porky pig. Little red f***er

with the mustache.

All of my life...

...Saturday morning cartoons.

The best.

Sh*t.

For example...

...remember those two little shrimps

coming in, riding seahorses...

...little chaps, little pistols?

Shooting over their shoulders.

Rescue that lobster from the...

...Swedish cook.

Funniest thing I ever saw!

- Splendid work, by the way.

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