"Commander Travis." "Commander." "Admiral." "Gentlemen, in 1943 His Majesty's submarine Scorpion,..." "Leftenant Commander William Basquine and 39 hands... was lost in the Baltic Sea... presumed sunk by German destroyers." "Why are we looking at a boat... that's been dead for 40 years, commander?" "This was taken this morning." "It's the Scorpion." "She surfaced in the path of a Russian merchant vessel." "Whitor's smothering that particular... diplomatic incident right now." "She's still seaworthy?" "Yes, but she doesn't respond to radio,... and there are no signs of life." "Question is, gentlemen,... where has she been for the past 38 years?" "She just surfaced?" "Out of nowhere, yes sir." "And what do you think, commander?" "I think we got one back, sir." "Never happened before." "No." "And we have a survivor." "And today, an international incident... was caused by a British submarine in the Baltic Sea." "Apparently, she surfaced in the path of a..." "Russian merchant vessel in, what the Russian Embassy... is referring to as a deliberate provocation." "The British Admiral Nealy is calling the incident... a training exercise went wrong, and the submarine,... which appears to be an obsolete type,... is now being escorted back to port in Scotland." "Celebrations following the wedding of..." "Prince Charles and Lady Diana s" "Professor Hardy?" "Buy me a drink first." "I'm sorry?" "Well, if you're gonna waste my time,... the least you can do is to buy me a drink." "How do you know I'm gonna waste your time... if you don't even know who I am?" "You're British Naval Intelligence,... senior position I'd say." "Well, commander?" "And you've flown all the way over here... to the middle of nowhere... because the Scorpion has come back,... and you want me to help you." "You're doing unnervingly well so far." "Yes, well, you'll have read my medical reports,... and you'll know I can't remember anything at all... about this stuff." "The amnesia?" "Yeah, I heard." "So, why do you bother?" "When I've made up my mind, professor,..." "I don't give up just because of some doctor's report." "This whole thing is riddled with secrets and contradictions,... and you can help me solve them." "I can feel it." "So, what I'm asking for is half an hour of your time... to help convince you of that fact." "I don't think you understand, commander." "This is my life, now." "I'm not going anywhere." "Half an hour, that's all I'm asking." "Look, this is pointless." "Half an hour." "If you still think that,... you can tell me to go to Hell,... and I'll walk away, I swear it." "Just come and take a look at her, ay?" "That's all." "Just a look." "See what you think." "See how you feel." "Nothing more." "Alright, go on." "Talk away, commander,... but I'm not coming with you." "Professor?" "What're all these?" "They're body-bags." "Nope." "Is there a problem?" "We can't get in." "It could be a pressure differential." "We could get an acetylene torch and cut our way in." "Well, don't be an idiot." "Look at her." "She's perfect." "Don't start cutting her open." "Let me try." "What the hell?" "Sir, wait!" "It's clean!" "Right, okay." "Stand down, medical team." "What does that mean?" "No bodies, remains..." "Nothing." "Hello, captain." "What the bloody hell is wrong with you, Hardy?" "Get to your post!" "Excellent." "This is impossible." "There's practically no degradation here." "The constructs are all good." "What's our battery status?" "In the green." "Circuit breaker's open, but there's juice in the cells." "You just couldn't keep away." "Something like that." "Amazing." "I don't know where she's been,... but she's not been at the bottom of the sea." "This would've been your berth, hm?" "Yeah." "Alright, now you've got me here." "What is it you want?" "Help me solve a 40 year old mystery." "The Scorpion went down in an area of the Baltic... known to Naval Intelligence as Region B." "Ordinary sailors have another name for it." "They call it the Devil's Triangle of the North." "Yes, I know." "I've heard." "I always thought that was a bit of a sea story." "She isn't the first vessel we've lost in those waters." "So, you want to find out what happened to them?" "The Scorpion's the first one we've gotten back." "We need to find out where she's been,... why she's here now." "That's our mission." "We're going to retrace her original passage step-by-step,... find out what happened in '43." "Well, you follow Basquine's course that... managed to get him and his crew killed." "Who am I to stop you?" "But, don't get me involved." "We need you." "You certainly don't." "You've got his orders and you've got his log book." "You don't need me." "It's not quite that simple." "This is Leftenant Commander Basquine's... log entry for the 17th of December, 1943." "It's the final entry." "The log stops on the 17th." "You, Professor, were pulled out... of the Baltic Sea on the 20th." "There are three days missing from this log." "I'm sorry, Commander, I can't remember... your last three days." "I can't remember the last week of the voyage." "In fact, I don't remember being pulled out... of the water by the Germans." "But, once you're on board and we're underway,... who knows what'll come back to you?" "Commander, I don't" "I need to know why the Scorpion... was miles outside our operating area when she went down,... and you need to know what happened in those last days." "How you came to be the only person... to get off that boat alive." "The sole survivor." "Everyone gone but you." "How do you feel about that, Professor?" "I know I'd feel as guilty as hell." "Commander." "Nathan Byrnes." "I gather you need a captain for your boat." "It's a pleasure to meet you, Commander." "This is Captain Lyle from our... support vessel, the Oakland." "Sir." "Briefing room's this way, gentlemen." "Sir." "Naval Intelligence will be handling... the mission level considerations?" "Yes, I'll be on board as your second-in-command." "I served in an S-Class before I took the desk job,... so I do know the ropes." "The Oakland will be following,... monitoring for anything unusual." "What emergency procedures do you have in place?" "We're equipped for search and rescue,... and deep-water evacuation,... but let's be clear, Captain." "You're in a 40 year old boat and you're heading... for waters the Soviets now consider... to be their territory." "If you get into trouble, you're on your own." "Understood." "This man,..." "Hardy,... hasn't been on a submarine since World War Two,... and his academic career has been, shall we say,... erratic since his wife died." "I know he's your sole survivor, but do you really think... he's stable enough for this mission?" "Unstable is where we want him." "Stable, he can't help us because... he doesn't remember anything useful." "Perhaps if he's unstable, something will shake... loose in his head." "Then, we'll get the answers we need." "Remind me never to make an enemy of you, Commander." "And this man,..." "Cassidy?" "She's not holding a charge." "Increase the current again." "I wouldn't do that, if I were you." "If you overload the battery from a charging unit,... it might start venting chlorine gas below decks." "Very nasty." "How do you know that?" "I'm sorry, I'm Allen Cassidy." "I helped build this boat back in the '40s." "I never thought I'd see it again,... let alone sail in it." "All those men, Hardy." "Comrades, friends,... all gone." "Don't you want to find out what happened to them?" "Don't you want answers?" "Alright." "Count me in." "Decent turn of speed for a boat that age." "How's she looking?" "Submarine opened up for diving, sir." "Very good." "Raise periscope." "Raise periscope!" "Moment of truth, gentlemen." "Officer of the watch Captain, dive submarine." "Dive the submarine!" "Aye aye, sir!" "Press the clutch in twice!" "Press the clutch in twice!" "Main metal open, sir." "Very good." "Will hoist pipes, cogs show." "10 down, keep 130 feet, steer zero two zero." "Steer zero two zero." "Up to two clocks, two clicks, two picks." "Very good." "On course zero two zero." "Dive point marked on the chart sir." "Very good." "Have a rescue crew standing by just in case." "Aye, sir." "Post diving checks?" "All mechanical, electrical checks correct." "All hatches dry." "Submarine in trek." "Shut main vents." "Shut main vents." "Aye aye, sir." "All well?" "All main vents... indicating shut, sir." "Very good." "Oh the peas is bloody good." "Mind if I join you?" "By all means, Professor." "Please, call me Jack, that'll be fine." "Alright, Jack." "I'm Allen Cassidy, Naval Constructor." "I helped build this heap." "I've never sailed in a sub before,... but they've made me chief engineer for this trip." "I see." "Lieutenant Redding, sir." "It's an honor to meet you." "Me too, let's eat." "I'm Navigating Officer." "Oh yeah?" "That was your job, wasn't it?" "Yes, yes, yes it was." "Red watch, one hour." "And, you were in the boat when she went down?" "The men who were in the boat when she went down... went down with her, Leftenant." "As I am here, clearly, I wasn't amongst them." "Now you know as much as I do." "Which watch have you got?" "The next one, sir." "I thought I might have a look around the boat, sir?" "Do you mind if I join you?" "No, sir." "All I'm sayin' is the further north we go... the more chance there is we're gonna... run into one of those bastards." "I mean, this is a bloody Soviet hunting ground, this is." "Right, y'know?" "Are you listenin' to me?" "You're too right." "I mean, "I say, Ivan, we're on a... historical research mission." "Would you mind terribly stepping aside?" "There's a good chap,"." "And guys, take a look at this." "Oh, that's more like it!" "What's it doin' here?" "Every boat's got one." "It's like a kind of battling sign, you know?" "It comes from some Admiral back in the early days." "Didn't like these new-fangled submarine ships,... not the gentleman's way to fight a war, see?" "Far too sneaky and underhand." "Yeah." "Not much better than pirates, he says." "So, they said, "Alright." "Well, if we are pirates,... we'll have a bloody flag to prove it,"." "Every boat's got it's own flag." "So what are these?" "Kills." "Boats she sunk." "Every time you scored a kill, add it to the flag." "Nicely on track." "Captain Basquin came up right..." "Here." "Standby to surface." "Standby to surface." "Aye aye, sir." "Go to red lighting." "This is the captain." "Diving stations, diving stations standby to surface." "Oh, well, he's five minutes early." "Early for what?" "Well, we never used to surface until 20 hundred hours... to the second." "Why was that, sir?" "Call me Jack, will 'ya please?" "That was because that's the way... that captain Basquine wanted it." "You just didn't ask questions." "That's what's so cool about this mission." "It's like being a part of living history." "Well, you be careful young man." "I served on this boat." "You call me living history and you're in deep odor." "Sir." "Monroe." "Yeah, it's looking good, Dave." "Really nice." "Officer LeWatch, surface the submarine." "Surface the submarine." "Aye aye, sir." "Panel blow main ballast forward and aft." "Aye aye, sir." "Planes for both planes for full rise." "Both planes to full rise, sir." "Hot-hay together." "No response, captain." "Say again?" "There's no response on the planes either." "Continuing on previous depth." "Stop blowing on all main ballast." "Blow forward main ballast tanks again." "Blow forward, aye sir." "Aye aye, sir." "Still no response, Captain." "Blow all main ballast, let's get this... bloody boat on the surface." "Blowing on all main ballast, sir." "So, why aren't we going up?" "Sir?" "Hm?" "Isn't this a bit risky?" "Oh, yeah, well,..." ""Always have one on the ready," he used to say." "Captain Basquine again?" "Yeah." "Real fighting captain, him?" "Well, you could put it like that." "Basquine used to say that the crew... and the boat made the weapon." "The fault in one, compromised the other." "Planes still aren't answering sir." "Damn it, what the hell is wrong with her?" "We're moving!" "Brace yourselves!" "Hold on!" "Ah!" "Please!" "Down here!" "What the hell's all the noise in there?" "He's dead." "We should contact the Oakland... and transfer Redding's body." "Sir, I don't think that's wise." "It would mean stopping the boat,... deviating from the mission." "We can't do that." "And, in any case, we shouldn't break radio silence... unless it's an emergency." " This is an emergency." " Is it really?" "It's one man, captain." "It's regrettable, but it's still one man." "The crew won't like continuing with a dead man on board." "They'll have to live with it!" "Well, we have used the aft torpedo chip." "It's big enough to take a body and the ambient... water temperature is about the same... as the inside of a fridge." "But, shouldn't we be trying to get him back to the Oakland... so that they can fly him back to his family?" "I'm afraid that's not an option." "Are you alright?" "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "This leaves us without a Navigation Officer." "I've got men who could fill the post,... but that means double watches." "You know the boat." "You know the area,... you've been here before." "I'm an advisor remember?" "That's all." "Then, perhaps, you could advise us... on navigation for a while?" "Carrying a guy in a torpedo chip." "That's sick." "That's not right." "He's dead, what's he care?" "Better than the fridge." "Thought about enough without finding bits... of officer in your burger." "This is all bad if you ask me." "You know where we're headed, right?" "Skagerrak." "No, not that." "I mean the mission." "The real mission." "A mate of mine was doin' duty on a supply ship... six years back up by the Arctic Circle,... and one of the frigates in the battle group... was having trouble with it's nav-sat system,... so they were told to accompany it back to port." "They'd run into fog." "Heavy." "My mate said there was somethin' about this fog that was..." "That was what?" "Their navigational lights and their electrics went down,... radar, ESM, everything." "There was a lot of electrical interference,..." "Tom said electrostatic." "Storm got worse." "He said it wasn't like anything he'd seen, he said." "It was like the sea was on fire." "When the fog lifted, they got comms back on... and went to look for the frigate." "Never found it." "We'll that's bullocks." "The official line was she made it to Sweden,... docked in, no harm done,... but they broke that battle group up." "Redistributed everyone." "Tom ended up in the far east." "Yeah." "Like Bermuda." "We'd all lose ships,... planes, sorts the yanks have lost there." "Just like that." "They call that the Devil's Triangle." "Seems right." "Leftenant Hardy,..." "Captain wants to see you." "Hey, chief, what're you doing?" "Trying to find the reason we couldn't surface." "It has to be hydraulics." "There's an electrical problem, too." "Even the intercom's on the blink, try it." "Control, noter on, Professor Hardy, comms check, over." "This is the ink-ball room." "We're routing you to the submarine elite." "See what I mean?" "Although, I think the problem's not fundamental." "Let's have a look at the batteries." "Yeah, alright." "Diving stations." "Diving Stations." "Watch your step, Jack." "Woah." "Oh, that's pretty nasty isn't it?" "Yeah." "You know, when we were testing this lassie,... one of the cells over-pressurized... and blew acid all over a kid." "It's a horrible way to die, believe me." "So, don't touch anything, Jack, will 'ya?" "No, I won't." "How many more?" "How do you mean?" "Well, how many more men died building this boat... before it went in the water?" "Well, there's always accidents... when you're building a boat." "A few men died." "I know, but more than usual, would you say?" "Yes, you're right." "In fact, this boat has a bit of a reputation." "But how did you know that?" "Just an unlucky guess." "Westing, could you get me a cup of coffee?" "Coming right up, sir." "Three days..." "What were you doing, Captain?" "What were you thinking?" "Come in." "What are we gonna do about Hardy, captain?" "Jonah." "What did you say?" "What did you just call me?" "What's your game?" "What the hell did you call me,... god damn it, out with it!" "What are you talkin' about?" " You blame me don't you?" " Jack!" "You blame me for it!" "Blame you for what, sir?" " You know what for!" " What are you talkin' about?" " Jack!" " Get off me!" "For God's sake, Jack." "I don't" "I don't know, I'm sorry." "I thought that..." "What the hell... is going on here?" "Nothing, Chief." "The boat's full of this stuff." "We're just tryin' to get into the spirit of things." "I'm sorry, I thought" "Yeah, yeah, yeah, don't worry about it." "It's okay, it's alright." "It's not okay." "It's not fine." "Captain's in the control room if you're looking for him." "No, I was looking for you." "What is it?" "I've gotta get off this boat." "What?" "Look, I thought it was under control,... but it's not." "I've just attacked a man for something... that happened 40 bloody years ago,... and I can't even remember what it was about." "Woah, woah, woah, slow down, Jack." "Tell me what happened." "I keep on seeing things,..." "I keep hearing things." "Things from the past?" "Yes." "That's good news, Jack." "That's what we hoped would happen." "Familiar procedures, familiar surroundings,... it's all helping to shake things loose." "These are not memories, Commander." "These are things that are happening to people... now on this boat." "They're changing somehow." "They're changing right before my eyes." "No." "It's memory coming back." "Coming back forcibly maybe, but they're... just memories Jack, they can't harm you." "You haven't got a bloody idea... what I'm talking about, have you?" "This is different, and I'm telling you,... you're gonna get me off this boat... before something serious happens." "You're telling me what to do, Leftenant?" "No, all I'm saying is." "You have quite a history... of telling me my duty, don't you?" "Your request for transfer is denied." "Questioning orders." "What?" "You will stay with this boat, this crew,... until I decide otherwise." "Sir, please." "Your problems are not my concern." "I'm in charge of this submarine, Leftenant." "You'll stay with this boat, this crew,... until I decide otherwise." "Request denied." "Jack?" "Jack, you alright?" "Yes, I'm sorry, I" "Excuse me, sir." "The captain needs you in the control room." "What is it?" "We've lost contact with the Oakland, sir." "Come on, where are you?" "What can you see?" "Surface conditions are poor." "Can't see a damn thing." "No navigation lights, that's for sure." "Sonar report?" "Still nothing, sir." "When you lost contact,... did it fade out gradually or stop suddenly?" "It was sudden, sir." "She was there one minute and then she was gone." "What, as if they've gone quiet on us?" "Well, I suppose so, sir." "Jack." "What?" "Why would the Oakland go quiet on us?" "She wouldn't." "Stop port, slanted starboard." "Stop port, slanted starboard." "Stop port, slanted starboard." "This is not a routine." "Port stop, starboard" "All hands, this is not a routine." "This is not a routine." "Sir." "I've got nothing." "No engine noise." "No screws." "We've lost 'er." "Check for any transmission, will you?" "Sir, I'm getting transmission in the UHF band." "Let's hear it." "Sir!" "There's something in the short wave band." "Let's hear it." "Put it on speaker." "Sir." "Sound's like we've picked up a gem... on the oldies station, Captain." "It's on a military frequency, sir." "You can't be serious." "Of course, I'm serious." "Losing the Oakland is a setback, I agree,... but in the final analysis, it doesn't... effect our mission status." "This doesn't effect our mission status?" "We're heading into Soviet waters without a support vessel!" "It doesn't matter!" "We have a firing exercise scheduled,... and then a steady run to our next course change." "We are going to follow Captain Basquine's log to the letter,... and that will take us to what we're looking for,... and that, Captain, is all that matters." "Very well." "Officer of the Watch, go to action stations." "Action stations, aye aye, sir." "Shut off for attack." "Action stations, action stations, shut off for attack." "What's happening, sir?" "Firing exercise is a-go." "Firing exercise is a-go, aye aye, sir." "Come on, lads!" "To your stations!" "Come on, then!" "This is what you trained for!" "Get ready tubes one and two!" "Let's hit our money!" "Gentlemen, this is the captain." "We're now going to proceed with the firing exercise,... as planned." "We're simulating the incident when..." "Captain Basquine engaged and sank... an enemy submarine at exactly this time... 38 years ago." "For this exercise, we'll be using practice Mark-A's." "Rig one and two, tubes the weapons,... ready to state one." "Rigging one and two tubes... ready to state one." "Flood and equalize one and two tubes." "Tube one equalized." "Tube two equalized." "Rodger tubes." "Air pressure equalized, one and two tubes charged." "What's your air pressure?" "One and two tubes, bow caps closed, in-is-in." "Rodger." "Sonar report?" "No contact, sir." "250 gallons after port." "Ten minutes." "Very good." "Revolutions eight zero 10 down, keep 90 feet." "Revolutions eight zero." "10 down, keep 90 feet." "Send down 90." "So, now I'm gonna see how Basquine did things?" "I don't think a practice shot... is gonna do Basquine any justice." "90 feet, sir." "Eight knots." "Hang on." "Hang on!" "What is it, Monroe?" "I thought I heard something, sir." "Cavitation noises." "Very faint." "You reported no contacts a moment ago." "I know, sir." "It was faint, maybe a glitch." "I keep getting static in these earphones." "Captain, it could be this electrical... faulty chip wired and threw most systems." "Sonar, what do you hear?" "Nothing now, sir." "If it's not the electrics..." "If it's a Russian attack submarine,... what happens exactly?" "They play a little Cold War game." "What's the ante?" "Pride basically." "It's the first boat to ping... the other on active sonar wins." "Effectively, it's just like saying... if this was for real, we've gotcha." "So nobody actually does anything?" "No." "Not that we've ever heard of." "No." "Well, that's reassuring." "Sonar, report?" "No contact, sir." "Could've been just a glitch." "Very good." "Bring us to periscope depth and prepare" "Contact, sir, I have contact!" "Bearing one, nine, zero." "Medium loud." "Bearing moving fast left." "Classify!" "Classified possible enemy submarine." "Damn it, full ahead together." "Full ahead together." "Keep 90 feet, Starboard 30, steer three zero zero." "Steer three zero zero." "Where the hell did he come from?" "Someone's out there." "I have strong signature, green, one seven five." "Medium loud and increasing." "Contact is now at... one two zero revolutions." "He's got us." "Cut the chatter." "Damn it." "How did he get right on our tail?" "Has he got us?" "Looks like it, sir." "He's moving in." "We've got to get above him." "Full rise, both planes, port 20, steer one seven five,... go to periscope depth." "Steer one seven five, full rise on both planes." "Both planes rising." "Coming to course one seven five." "It's nearly time." "Coming to periscope depth sir." "Very good, raise periscope." "Raise periscope." "Sonar, where is he?" "Contact bearing one nine five." "One nine five." "Sir, he's turned with us!" "Depth change." "He's coming up." "He's coming up!" "He must be getting into a firing position." "Oh shit." "Captain!" "He's fucking tubes!" "He's doing what?" "Say again?" "Sir, he's got torpedoes loaded." "Forret torpedo control, what's your status?" "What happened to the bloody game?" "I don't think he's playing a bloody game." "Fire control four ins, one and two tubes... are in the action states." "Forret torpedo closed up and awaiting orders." "Tell them to stand by." "Stand by." "What are they waiting for?" "Fire control target set up." "What are you doing?" "Quiet Leftenant." "Target set up on what?" "That's a nuclear submarine you're pissing about with." "If you shoot, he won't know you're using... practice weapons." "He'll blow us clean out of the water." "Opening one and two tube bow caps." "Bow caps moving." "Bow caps are open in-out, tube is ready." "Forrets report one and two tube bow caps open." "Captain, we're under attack." "What the..." "We need to respond." "How?" "This is over, Commander, and you know it." "No sir, I don't think so." "We must complete the firing drill." "Bugger the drill." "Forret torpedo on sta-- Sir, enemy contact... has opened bow caps." "He's preparing to fire!" "Do it." "Do your job, Captain." "What's wrong with you?" "This has gone far enough." "Stand down." "Control four ends one and two tubes ready to fire." "Torpedo awaiting orders, Captain." "Don't let him fire." "Tell them, "Do not fire.", Leftenant." "Sir?" "I said do not fire." "Do not fire." "Say again control." "Do fire." "Fire one!" "Firing one!" "Fire two." "Firing two!" "Once started." "Sixty seconds to ram." "What the hell was that?" "Tubes one and two launched, sir." "Who gave that order?" "Damn it, who gave that order?" "What is going on, Jack?" "We've just fired our torpedoes." " Fifty seconds." " They're practice units." "Yeah, but the Soviet doesn't know that does he?" "He's active on us!" "40 seconds." "Two contacts fast revolutions." "Confirm inbound active torpedoes." "30 seconds." "Intentity." "Closing fast, sir." "Right ahead!" "Crest five, go deep, periscope down." "Going deep!" "Aye aye sir!" "They're almost on top of us!" "20 seconds." " They've passed us." " 50 feet." "They didn't acquire." "Our torpedoes?" "10 seconds to ram." "My God." " Five seconds." " Target going deep." "80 feet." "Too late." "Bullseye, boys!" "That's one for the piccadilly!" "Sonar report." "Sir, he's breaking up." "Score one for the Royal Navy." "Belay that!" "Standby to surface." "Standby to surface, aye aye, sir." "Prepare t" "Prepare to search for survivors." "Permission to go forage, sir?" "Yes." "What the hell just happened?" "I think the boys deserve... a little tort, eh chief?" "Go for it, Dave." "These are live warhead weapons." "I supervised the loading myself... and they were practice heads." "Are you sure?" "I loaded them myself,... and now they're live,... and we've just sunk a Soviet attack boat with them." "Perhaps." "On the original mission, we attacked and destroyed... an enemy submarine at exactly this point." "The same place, the same time." "Don't you think that's a huge coincidence?" "You're right, it is." "I think that maybe the past is breaking through." "My God, Jack, what does that mean?" "Forret torpedo report control, status report." "This is Cassidy." "They are not practice units." "We are loaded with live torpedoes." "I say again, we are loaded with live torpedoes." "Live torpedoes?" "What the hell have we done?" "Our duty." "They came for us, sir." "This isn't part of your mission anymore, Commander." "This is us fighting a war down here... with no authorization whatsoever." "Men are dead because of us." "Blew tanks and take us to the surface, stop together." "Surface the boat, stop together." "Captain!" "No, Commander, this is how wars are started." "We have to end it... while we can." "See anything?" "Nothing, sir." "There's nothing out there." "That's impossible." "Give me the specs." "What if we sank her, sir?" "Yeah." "There's always something that floats up." "Always." "Domestic routine." "Domestic routine." "All hands dispatch." "Well, Tim?" "No." "No survivors." "Good." "That'll teach the... bosses to come gunning' for this poke." "You're kidding?" "What is the matter with you?" "We've just killed people." "Don't you get it?" "You sound like the captain." "Look for survivors, my ass." "Let 'em sink." "Jesus." "Dave?" "Spot on about the captain though." "I mean, who else thinks he's a long streak of piss?" "His heart's not in it, that's the problem." "Too much by the book, not enough by the balls." "What about Travis, though?" "Well, he knows what it's about." "He's not afraid to go for the main chance, eh Tim?" "Tim?" "Yeah." "Yeah maybe." "All I'm saying is, the Soviets find out... what's just happened, we'll have a fleet of 'em... on our tail in no time." "Are you mad, or what?" "What do the bloody Soviet's got to do with anything?" "Go and get some grub, Tim." "Have you got anything?" "Aye, It's this bloody electrical fault." "I can't track it down and it seems to be spreading." "I thought I had it before" "Are you alright, sir?" "That's what happened." "That's what happened." "He's dead." "What's the matter, Jack?" "Are you alright?" "That explains it." "That explains everything." "Woah, easy." "We must call this off." "We no longer have contact with the Oakland." "You're forgetting, Captain, th" "I killed a man." "That's why they wouldn't listen to me... when I told them to turn the boat around." "I was a bloody jonah." "No one would listen to anything I had to say." "You remember being implicated in a death?" "Implicated my ass." "I stood up at firing sequence." "I killed a man as surely as if I'd put a gun to his face." "Tell me what happened." "Basquine had me firing water shots... to test the tubes." "It was a simple exercise, and I got it wrong." "I fired tube number two when the bow cap door was shut." "The inner door flew back and it killed him." "I killed him." "But, you said it was a simple exercise, Jack." "How did you make a mistake?" "Are you alright, sir?" "Because I was tired." "I couldn't see straight." "Why were you tired?" "Because I hadn't slept." "I hadn't slept for days." "Why hadn't you slept?" "What the bloody hell is wrong with you, Hardy?" "Get to your post!" "Because I was on watch and watch about." "Watch and watch about?" "Well, that's a punishment." "Watch and watch about is an irresponsible punishment." "An exhausted officer is no good to the boat or the crew." "It's a simple exercise." "I could've done it in my sleep,... but I killed him." "I killed a man." "You two knew." "You knew that,... and you didn't tell me?" "Why?" "It was considered more important, Jack,... that you retrieved the memory yourself." "It was considered by whom?" "By me." "Because you needed me for the mission?" "Yes." "This isn't just about finding out what happened... 40 years ago, is it?" "What are you chasing?" "What's so important that men are dying for it?" "Alright." "Alright, Professor." "You're a scientist." "You tell me if this is important." "Whatever took the Scorpion when you served on her... has seen fit to deliver her back to us... 38 years after she disappeared." "38 years in the outside world, but on board... it's been no time at all." "Systems fully functional." "Batteries charged and ready." "I think Captain Basquine stumbled into something... up in the Devil's Triangle and his boat was moved." "Displaced." "Delivered from one time and place then,... to another time and place now." "Imagine what kind of power it would take... to do that to a vessel." "Then imagine the strategic implications... if you could be the first to control that power." "We could win the Cold War right now." "A weapon." "That's our mission." "We have to find out, Jack." "We have to." "The possibilities are limitless." "So, you're going to drive the Scorpion back... to where she sank originally,... and killed all the men aboard?" "Even if you find your bloody phenomenon,... what on God's Earth makes you think you can control it?" "This has gone far enough." "It stops right here." "I can't allow that, sir." "I don't believe you have a choice." "Naval Inelegance may be running the show,... but I'm still the captain of this boat,... and I outrank you, Commander." "You can convene a court martial on our return, if you wish." "Hard luck." "What else aren't you telling me?" "Radar, signal sweep?" "No contact, sir." "Very good." "18th?" "This is the captain speaking." "I'm sorry to tell you, the mission is over." "What's he mean?" "We've just scored the kill." "It was our intention to follow..." "Scorpion's original course set in 1943,... but due to our recent engagement... with an enemy submarine, this will no longer be possible." "We will deploy an emergency signal buoy,... and wait further instructions on central command." "Stay in your positions." "That's all." "Is the signal buoy ready?" "Not quite ready yet, sir." "Captain, I have green dot contacts inbound!" "Surface contact?" "No sir, they're aircraft bearing... one four zero." "What's the count?" "I count three contacts bearing steady." "Do we have radio contact?" "No, sir." "Right, then we'll signal from the gun-deck." "Mister Tyler, you have the control room." "I have the control room." "Commander." "Tyler, delay deploying that signal buoy for the moment." "Let's do the air first." "Aye aye, sir." "I can see them." "Leftenant, what are you doing here?" "Who's been writing in the log?" "Who's been giving the orders to fire torpedoes?" "Who is in command, here?" "Here they come." "Those are single prop aircraft, Commander." "So?" "They're German." "So, we're 60 miles out to sea." "What are they doing this far out?" "Hopefully reporting our position." "They're German." "That's not possible." "We have to get below, Captain." "Jack, did you see what I just saw?" "Yes." "We have to dive the boat!" "This can't be real." "Get below, sir." "That's an order." "We have to signal." "We have enemy aircraft incoming, Captain!" "We're not at war!" "We have to get down now!" "What about the captain?" "He's gone." "They'll be back for another pass, Leftenant." "Are you coming or not?" "Ship control, dive the submarine!" "Sir." "Full ahead together!" "Full together!" "Full ahead nine, both planes!" "20 feet." "50." "Do you hear that?" "70 feet." "This is Commander Travis speaking." "80." "We have just been attacked by an aircraft." "Captain Byrnes is dead." "I'm assuming command of the boat forthwith." "100 feet, sir." "Right now, I need you all on your toes." "We're not out of the water just yet." "120." "The enemy's out there." "He's all around us." "130 feet, sir." "What he doesn't know is,... we're coming for him." "Yes!" "Now we're in business." "Get the covers off, make it up to spec." "Oy!" "Get moving!" "Keep 120 feet." "120." "Zero four five." "The enemy's out there and we're coming for him?" "Welcome to World War Two." "Two, six, heave!" "Two, six, heave!" "Two, six, heave!" "Weapon contact." "Roger contact." "Get it moved, Tim!" "Come on, Tim." "Two, six, heave!" "Two, six, heave!" "Two, six, heave!" "Keep it up!" "Come on, son, quicker, quicker." "That was 10 seconds over time." "Oh, shit." "Come on, lads, you can do better than that." "Jerry is not going to wait for you." "Jerry?" "Engine room, Control." "Mr. Cassidy, take a team topside and check for hull damage." "Aye aye, sir." "The hull side clear, sir." "What happened up here, Jack?" "Travis was standing here." "He ordered Byrnes below." "He had a gun." "A gun?" "Yes, that's when the planes attacked." "They came in high over there." "They started to strafe us, I ducked down here." "Then when I looked up, it had happened." "The next thing I knew, the Captain had been hit,... and he'd gone overboard." "If they'd strafed us, this whole area would be covered... with bullet damage, but it's not!" "Unless they managed to miss the entire deck... and hit the one man standing on it." "Or unless." "Travis?" "Exactly." "Do you hear there?" "This is the Captain." "We've been attacked, gentlemen." "In the midst of all this confusion and uncertainty,... that's the one solid fact I can offer you." "We have enemies out there who want us dead." "Yeah, we'll see about that." "But I'll tell you this also." "We will fight back." "Captain Byrnes' death will be avenged." "We are not going to slink away from our duty." "We are going to complete this mission!" "And if anyone stands in our path, let us teach them... the name of Scorpion in fire and fury!" "Ah, Mr. Hardy." "We're coming up to this heading,... and I'd appreciate your thoughts on run times... and depth changes beyond these shoals." "We'll be heading nor-nor-east past this point." "I'll be in my cabin, when you're ready." "Mr. Tyler, you've got the submarine." "Maintain present course and speed." "Aye aye, sir." "What's he up to?" "What d'you mean?" "Well, nor-nor-east past the shoals." "That puts us pretty deep in enemy waters." "They attacked us." "They killed Captain Byrnes." "You heard what he said." "It's time to each them a lesson." "In fury and." "Fire and fury." "I'll wager that's exactly what the Captain has in mind." "Lieutenant?" "What do you think he's up to?" "You should know." "You've served with him before." "No, I've never served with him before." "In fact, I'd never met him before two weeks ago." "Sir, I've got something." "Inbound contacts, intermittent." "Classify." "It's aircraft again, sir." "Looks like three of them, maybe a bit bigger this time." "Idiots, if they think they're gonna catch us... the same way again." "Press the klaxon twice." "Diving stations, diving stations." "You said inbound aircraft." "Yes, sir, but they aren't gonna see us if we dive." "And even if they did." "No, no, wait, wait, please!" "It's not safe!" "They've got depth charges!" "It happened before!" "They're not fighters!" "They're anti-submarine aircraft!" "And there's something else,... there's something that we mustn't do." "Something splashed!" "I've got surface impact close in on us." "Report!" "Attacking aircraft, sir, depth charges." "Move!" "Get over here!" "Shut the bulkhead doors!" "Come on, let's go, come on!" "Come on, move, move, move, move, move, move." "Go to 140 feet, no, 150 feet!" "Go to 140 feet, no, 150 feet!" "Belay that order, maintain your depth!" "Spender, take us deep, right now!" "Belay that order!" "I said belay that order!" "Get him off there!" "Get that man off the controls!" "No, let me go!" "Go to 150 feet!" "150 feet!" "80 feet." "100 feet, sir." "That was a direct order you disobeyed, Lieutenant Hardy." "We were sitting ducks, and you kept us there." "110 feet." "The ballast system was about to be overloaded." "It would have blown back and killed him." "120 feet." "You're relieved of your duties, Lieutenant." "Consider yourself confined to the wardroom." "140 feet, sir." "Is everyone all right?" "Yes, why?" "150 feet, sir." "We're operating under the trim system." "Who gave that order?" "Lieutenant Hardy did it, sir." "Then you can thank Lieutenant Hardy for your life." "There's a pressure block on the ballast control pump." "That whole unit would have blown out." "We're working on it,... but best keep on the trim system for now." "Sir." "Well!" "Sound call, then, Lieutenant." "Just as well." "Back to your posts, gentlemen." "Let's put some distance between us and the aircraft." "Report damage." "Report damage, all compartments." "How did you know?" "Because I saw it happen." "What, you can see the future now?" "No, no, no, I remembered the past." "In 1943, the valve chest blew when we dived,... killing Richardson and the men at that station." "How did you know it would happen again?" "Because it's all happening again." "The submarine that attacked us,... it attacked us at exactly the same point and time... as we were attacked by a German U-boat in 1943,... which we sank." "And the aircraft?" "The same, German crosses on the side." "The radio transmissions, the technical fault,... and now the crew." "The crew?" "The crew, they're changing." "They seem to be slipping into the past." "Yeah, I thought it was just the lads having a bit of fun." "But it's not that, though, is it?" "Whatever we ran into in 1943 was powerful." "So powerful that it could have shifted the boat... from then to now." "Something that powerful, to shift the boat,... think of the effect it could have on the men inside." "So the Scorpion was infected... by what it went through then?" "Yeah." "So every wire, every rivet, every bulkhead,... is resonating at the 1943 pitch." "And outside?" "What's happening in the world outside our world... of bulkheads and rivets?" "I think that... it's still 1981 out there." "But in here, it's 1943." "Control?" "Sir, getting a transmission on the UHF band." "Well, let's hear it." "The Scorpion was engaged... in battle maneuvers in northern waters,... when she was detected by German anti-submarine aircraft,... depth charged and sunk." "There were no survivors." "We take this opportunity to extend our sympathies... and condolences to the families... of the ship's company who perished." "Nice to know the enemy propaganda-mongers... haven't forgotten us." "We've been detected and sunk, have we?" "Can't say I noticed." "Well, if it's on the wireless, it must be true." "So, we're a ghost boat now." "Then they certainly won't hear us coming." "Come." "I was rather expecting you, Lieutenant." "What is it?" "When was the last time we were... in communication with the Oakland?" "Or anyone else?" "What's your point?" "My point is we've got no back-up." "We've got no support." "And I think we both know that some of the crew... are beginning to behave oddly." "And we've got to stop this." "We've got to turn back before anyone else dies." "I've been watching you, Hardy,... talking with people, spreading these theories of yours,... undermining the men's confidence." "You've always been a troublemaker,... but this is something else." "Now this is precious close to mutiny." "The mission will continue." "The mission will be completed." "The mission will be a success." "That's all." "Commander, I must insist." "It's Captain, Lieutenant!" "Don't you forget it." "That will be all." "Aye aye Captain." "Captain to the Control Room." "Captain to the Control Room." "ASDlC, report." "Multiple contacts." "Surface vessels dead ahead, sir." "Best guess for range is about four miles." "Classification?" "They're all three-bladed screws, sir." "Supply vessels, it's a convoy." "They'll be merchant ships." "They're civilians." "They're supplying the enemy, Lieutenant." "What else would they be doing in these waters?" "Trying to sneak in past us." "How many contacts?" "I have at least four ships." "Close formation, bearing, moving right." "Excellent." "They're closing range." "Bring the bow tubes to the action state." "Aye aye, sir." "Don't do this." "They're non-combatants." "No, they're targets." "We're going in." "Go to red lights." "Go to red lights." "Dive the submarine." "Chief, have you got a minute?" "What is it, Jack?" "They've just detected some surface ships." "And in Travis's mind, it's a supply convoy." "Travis, who's Travis?" "Travis." "Commander Will Travis." "He took command when Byrnes was killed." "Oh, Travis, yes, I remember." "But why would he attack?" "Because he's not Travis any more." "He's Basquine, and he's at war." "And he's going to take out that convoy... as soon as it comes within range." "Now, that's all very well... if we were just shooting at ghosts,... or memories, or just the open sea... that was in front of our torpedo tubes." "But what happens if there's real ships out there?" "A tanker or a trawler?" "A bloody Russian frigate?" "We're still loaded with live torpedoes!" "We'll kill anything that's out there!" "My God." "And that's not the worst of it." "Because after the convoy." "After the convoy." "After the convoy what?" "Something, oh, sod it, I can't remember,... but it was part of his great plan." "But I've got a feeling, whatever it was,... it's gonna be horrific." "Chief?" "All right, we'll talk later." "Intensity?" "Very loud, sir." "Zero, four, zero." "Open one, two, three, four tube bow caps." "Open one, two, three, four tube bow caps." "Stand by to fire." "Captain William Basquine is dead." "He died in 1943." "You are Will Travis,..." "Commander, British Naval Intelligence." "Torpedoes ready, Captain." "This is 1981." "There is no war, there is no enemy." "Now try to remember who you are." "Thank you, Lieutenant." "I know exactly who I am." "Fire one and two tubes." "Fire one and two tubes." "For God's sake, stop all this!" "I want him out of here now!" "Tubes fired." "No, don't!" "Get him off!" "Prepare to fire three and four tubes." "Fire three and four tubes." "Three and four tubes fired." "20 seconds." "Service pistol from the army locker right now." "Aye aye, sir." "Yes, beauty." "Chalk up another one." "We have two hits on the lead vessel." "Reload torpedoes." "Reload torpedoes!" "Come on, you are making me so proud!" "Keep it up!" "She's going down, sir." "She's going down." "Mr. Hardy." "I think you should take a look at this." "No war, no enemy?" "Then what the hell do you call that?" "The boat is letting us see what it wants us to see." "Sir, new contact, turning fast!" "Red 10." "I count five blades on twin screws." "It's a destroyer." "Closing in, getting louder." "Two, six, heave." "He has us, sir." "Shit, we've got company." "Two, six, heave!" "Port 30, steer two-seven-zero." "Steer two-seven-zero." "It's coming in around 25 knots." "Starboard two degrees." "Two degrees starboard, aye aye." "Fire one and two tubes." "Fire one and two tubes." "Firing one, firing two!" "Five seconds." "He's trying to turn away." "You're too late." "Nice shooting." "Two hits!" "They're flooding fast below decks." "Bulkheads are popping." "She's going down, sir, she's sinking." "The other convoy ships have scattered, sir." "I have multiple contacts, all running hard and fast." "Let them go." "They won't forget this in a hurry." "We have other things to attend to, gentlemen." "Ship control, new course, down periscope." "Steer due south and make the speed six knots." "10 down, keep 130 feet." "Steer due south, 10 down, six knots, keep 130." "Keep 130." "Steering due south." "Where are you going, Captain?" "That doesn't really concern you, Mr. Hardy." "Steering due south takes us... outside our mission parameters." "I ask you again, where are you taking us?" "I don't follow the mission." "I decide the mission." "That's the difference between us, Hardy." "Vision." "I have it, you don't." "That's why I'm in command." "Well, are you going to share this vision... with the rest of the crew?" "Of course." "The crew and the boat make the weapon." "The crew are entitled to know." "And when the time comes, they'll be told." "Unfortunately for you, you're no longer part of that crew." "Lieutenant?" "Sir." "Take Mr. Hardy below decks and keep him there." "Yes, sir." "And Lieutenant." "If he tries anything, shoot him." "Yes, sir." "Reeves." "Sir." "Give me a hand." "Take him below decks, take that." "What's going on, sir?" "Just do it, Reeves." "Hardy, move." "Open the hatch." "Yes, sir." "Okay, send him down." "Down you go, Jack." "Sit there." "Give me your hand." "Hardy." "This is the Captain." "As of this time, I'm ordering a course change." "It's time to take this fight to the enemy." "As of this time, I'm ordering a course change." "We'll pass through the strait... between Denmark and Sweden towards Danzig and Konigsberg." "Now known as Kaliningrad." "Where the best part of a German... battle group is docked for repair." "The Baltic." "We go in, hit them, take out the whole... supply yards, the whole infrastructure." "Sir, this goes way beyond our operation order." "You don't make the command decisions here,..." "Mr. Hardy, I do." "I am the mission." "Listen to me!" "If you plow into Kaliningrad with all guns blazing,... they'll blow you clean out of the water!" "You have to listen to me or you're all gonna die!" "Keeping the flag up to date, I see?" "Aye aye, Captain." "This is the one we killed yesterday." "Well, make sure you leave enough room for the rest." "Are we expecting to see some more action, sir?" "By the time this mission's done,..." "I hope to see that flag more red than black." "Aye aye, sir." "Carry on." "How's it looking, Chief?" "All's good, sir." "Power's steady, all systems are normal." "I bet we could take on any U-boat out there." "Excellent, carry on." "Aye aye, sir." "Gentlemen." "All right." "The sea trench is here on our way in." "We'll feel our way through with our fingertips... if we have to." "Sir." "No one's gonna stop us this time." "She's holding up well, plenty of amps." "Look after things for a while, will you, Mahoney?" "Aye aye, sir." "Give us a tin of pot mess, will you, Jonesy?" "Coming right up." "Blimey, mate, it smells half-decent for a change." "What do you mean?" "Got an easy number there, haven't you?" "Don't shoot yourself, will you?" "Hello, Chief." "What have you got there?" "Oh, just some food for Mr. Hardy." "Can't let him starve, can we?" "No, I suppose not." "Would it be all right if I had a word with him down there?" "Yeah, good luck, you won't get much sense." "He sounds bloody stir crazy." "Yeah, that's what I heard." "Need a hand there, sir?" "There you go, Chief." "Thanks." "Here you go, Jack." "I thought you might be hungry." "I told you as much, didn't I?" "He's been talking to himself and all." "Nonsense, most of it." "I don't know, maybe it's tiredness that's turned his head." "Tiredness?" "From being on watch and watch." "You can't keep that up for more than a few days... without going a bit funny in the head, trust me." "Yeah, I suppose you're right." "Can you hear me, Jack?" "Of course I can hear you." "Question is, who are you?" "You see what I mean?" "He's Chief Engineer Davis." "You remember him." "Chief Davis?" "I'll be back in a minute, Chief." "Be careful." "Is he right?" "Are you Davis?" "Of course I am, Jack, you know me." "Well, that's it, it's all over." "It's going to happen." "Jack, what's a cold war?" "What?" "Cold war." "It's been going around in my head, cold war." "I know it doesn't make any sense,... but I thought you would know." "A cold war is a non-shooting war." "It's a stand-off between two superpowers." "Either one could destroy the world,... but they're too frightened to shoot." "Now it's been like that since the early '50s,... up until now." "'50s, till now?" "Yes, now, 1981." "I'm not following you, Jack." "Listen to me." "If you're Chief Engineer Davis, how old are you?" "26." "26, look at your hands." "Look at them!" "My God." "You're not Alastair Davis." "You're Alan Cassidy." "Alan Cassidy." "Yes, Alan Cassidy." "You helped build this boat, not run it." "It's 1981, and the only war is the one... that Captain Travis is gonna start if we don't stop him!" "Travis?" "Yes, you're Alan Cassidy." "It's 1981." "And if I don't get out of here, we're all gonna die!" "He's definitely lost it." "Yeah." "I'm afraid you're right." "We'll see you later, Jack." "Good man." "Key." "I have the submarine." "You have the submarine, sir." "Steer course one-zero-zero." "Steer one-zero-zero." "Steer one-zero-zero." "Keep 80 feet, half ahead together." "Assume silent routine." "Sir." "Half ahead together." "On course one-zero-zero." "On depth, 80 feet." "Boat is in trim." "Silent routine, silent routine." "Very good." "ASDlC, commence anti-mine sweep." "Commence anti-mine sweep, aye aye, sir." "He's told the crew we're heading for Kaliningrad." "Yes." "Yeah, so it's as it was before." "He's hoping to sneak in through the minefield... and attack the shipyard where the battle group was docked." "That's what he was saying just now." "Yeah, that's right." "So, do you remember when we attacked the convoy?" "Yes, you said there might be some fishing boats... or something out that we might hit them." "Yeah and that's because we were in open water." "But Kaliningrad is not in open water, it's fixed." "So if we sail in there, firing our torpedoes,... we can't miss." "The thing is, it's 1981." "It's no longer a Nazi dockyard, is it?" "It's a Soviet naval facility." "The Cold War." "Yeah." "You can forget World War II." "We're heading for World War III." "We've got to kill the boat." "We're around the spur, Captain." "Minefield dead ahead." "We need some options." "We could scuttle her." "How do we get them to take her to the surface?" "Oh, right." "You know what Basquine used to say?" "Basquine used to say the boat and the crew made the weapon." "One without the other is no threat to anybody." "If we could get rid of the crew,... the boat becomes just so much dead metal." "Chlorine gas." "What?" "I can short the batteries and make them vent gas." "And chlorine gas in a closed boat... is a pretty swift inducement to get off, believe me." "And we'd have to surface in order to vent to atmosphere." "All right, let's go." "Just a minute, Jack." "Yes?" "Hold on." "We're gonna need one of these each." "Take that." "Mine dead ahead, sir." "Range 200 yards." "Port 30." "Port 30." "It's not enough." "20 down." "20 down, sir." "On course zero-seven-zero." "Clear, sir." "All right, it's clear." "Shit." "What is it?" "I've forgotten my hammer." "Okay, use that." "Jack, there's another problem." "Now what?" "If I start banging on this pipe,... they'll hear it in the Control Room." "Oh." "You carry on." "I'll see if I can distract them." "Good luck, Jack." "What the hell was that?" "Nice one, Jack." "We've fouled the anchor chain." "Shut the bulkhead doors." "Starboard 30, full ahead together." "Full ahead together, starboard three-zero." "Damn." "ASDlC, report." "No contact, sir." "Navigation?" "By dead reckoning, we should... be clear of the field, Captain." "Stand by to surface." "Standing by." "Let's see what's out there." "Aye aye, sir." "Surface the submarine." "Ow, Jesus!" "What the bloody hell's that?" "It's happening again!" "What?" "What's happening again?" "It was Basquine." "Basquine sent me up on deck to confirm our position." "We need position." "Go to the bridge and take a star sight." "Aye aye, sir." "Nolan, the sextant." "And then there was, there was this storm,... but it wasn't like any storm I'd ever seen before." "Control, report!" "I tried to tell him to turn back." "I tried to warn him." "What's happening up there?" "Are we under attack?" "I don't know, sir." "There's some kind of electricity." "I've never seen anything like it." "But he wouldn't listen." "Start both engines!" "Full ahead together!" "He said." "Dive the submarine." "Do your duty, Hardy." "Do your duty." "And then the boat started to go down." "That's why I was up there." "That's why I survived." "And it's happening again." "We've got to get the crew off." "Otherwise this boat is gonna sink right beneath us." "Take us through this!" "What if we can't get through it?" "It's just a storm, Lieutenant." "We'll ride it out." "Hoy!" "Hoy!" "Oh, shit." "Dave, anyone, I'm below deck!" "For Christ's sake, shut him up." "What's going on, Chief?" "Captain Basquine will get us through." "Back to your station, lad, go on, go on." "I could have died down here, Chief." "You still will, if you don't do what I tell you." "There's the key." "It's getting worse, sir." "Maintain course." "It's gonna tear us apart." "Then we'll go under it!" "Stop engines." "Stop engines." "Diving stations, dive the submarine." "Belay that dive order!" "It's safe." "This one isn't." "Where are you going?" "Wait for the order!" "Make way there!" "Now, listen up, everybody." "We've got a chlorine gas leak,... and the ventilation system can't handle it,... so you'd better get up top, sharpish!" "Open the hatch, abandon ship!" "Stay at your posts, that's an order!" "Sir, that's a grenade, and there's gas escaping." "Captain, give the order." "All hands, abandon ship!" "Come on, all of you, out now!" "Remain at your posts!" "You no longer give the orders here, Captain." "You'd never do it." "You'd die as well." "If we stay here any longer, we'll all be dead, anyway." "Now, come on, get out." "Listen, you and all, get out!" "Sir, you've got to let them go." "Monroe, go, get up that ladder." "Go, go, go!" "Come on, move!" "Down there." "Give the order to the rest of the crew." "Now." "All men, abandon ship." "Torpedo room, set launch controls to remote and lock!" "What the hell are you doing?" "Anybody left back there?" "No, Chief." "Go on, then, get out." "Come on!" "Is it all clear for'ard?" "Clear." "All right, then, get aloft." "Get up there, up you go!" "Blimey, Jack, what happened to you?" "Travis, Travis!" "Come on, get out of here before this thing falls apart." "Everybody move, go, go, go!" "Phil!" "We've lost Phil!" "Leave him, there's nothing you can do for him." "Let's move it!" "Mason, get in that raft!" "Jesus!" "Bloody hell, Jack!" "Come on, we have to get a life raft." "Wait." "No, no, no, come on, we have to get away." "He's not there!" "Travis must still be below." "Well, that's fine with me." "Captain's prerogative to go down with his boat." "He has control of the torpedoes." "So what?" "The boat's sinking." "Quickly, come on, for Christ's sake!" "Get a move on." "He's done it." "He's done it." "He's got through it." "That means he can go into Kaliningrad... and fire the torpedoes." "Assuming he's still down there." "There's someone still down there." "Of course he's still down there." "Alan, the scuttling charges, they're next... to the battery compartment, aren't they?" "Chief, come on!" "All right, go on, get off, get going now." "You have two minutes delay, that's all." "No!" "Get off now!" "Give us your hand." "Come on, Chief, jump, come on." "Thanks, boys." "Good luck, Jack." "You're down here, aren't you?" "And I think you're going to stay down here this time, Jack." "With us." "You can't stop us now." "We've waited too long for this." "You do seem to have trouble working out... who the real enemy is." "It's pointless, Jack." "We've thought of everything this time." "Navigation, confirm present course and sounding." "Very good." "Slow ahead together." "Take us to periscope depth." "Nice and easy." "We don't want them to hear us coming." "We don't want them to hear us coming." "Hardy." "All those men, Hardy." "Comrades, friends." "The sole survivor." "Everyone gone but you." "Don't you want to find out what happened to them?" "You blame me, don't you?" "You blame me for it." "Don't you want answers?" "I know I'd feel as guilty as hell." "There's a boat!" "There's a boat!" "We're saved!" "Come on!" "It's the Oakland!" "Pull the raft in." "There you go, mate." "Give us your hand." "All right, mate." "Come on, clear the gangway." "Thanks." "Come on." "This is the Oakland, isn't it?" "That's right, sir." "Come on, we'll get downstairs... and get you a change of clothes to warm you up." "What year is it?" "Sir?" "What's the bloody year?" "It's 1981." "Come on, Mr. Cassidy." "Up scope." "Well done, gentlemen." "Exactly on target." "Set up for attack." "Easy does it now." "Gently." "Gently." "Ship control, take us in." "I don't think so." "I was hoping you'd join us." "You're just in time." "We're almost there, Mr. Hardy." "Listen to me." "This is not 1943,... and we're not at war." "There aren't any Germans on those docks or on those ships." "Quiet, Lieutenant." "I'm not a lieutenant, I'm a professor." "Remember?" "Look at me." "What you're involved in is 40 years ago." "No." "It's right now." "The decisive moment is here." "The boat wants you to think that." "Don't listen to it." "The boat thinks it?" "The boat doesn't think, Mr. Hardy." "Oh, yes, it does, it does." "It feels, doesn't it?" "It feels fire and rage." "You're wrong." "The boat feels desire." "Desire for action." "Desire for purpose." "Exactly, it wants to be used." "And it's using you to get what it wants." "Don't listen to it." "It needs purpose." "Your name is Will Travis." "The boat is a weapon." "But you don't have to be a part of it!" "The purpose of a weapon is use." "Ship control." "Stand by to fire." "You're him, aren't you?" "You're really him." "You're Basquine." "I'm the Captain, Mr. Hardy." "This is my boat." "My mission." "Did you think for a moment that I'd let you get... in the way of that?" "You've always been a troublemaker." "I should have done something about you a long time ago." "You're insane." "I always knew you were." "Firing one." "Firing two." "What have you done?" "I'm a troublemaker, remember?" "I've been making trouble." "The torpedoes are still on board, Captain." "They're hot and running on a 400 yard arming cycle." "I think you've got about a minute... to stop the screws before they're fully armed." "You better hurry." "There's a formal debriefing scheduled for tomorrow,... but what the hell happened down there?" "Gentlemen, this was intercepted by our people... in the Baltic late last week." "It's a classified KGB report into the Kaliningrad incident." "The Scorpion?" "Yes." "What was down there, Admiral?" "What did they find?" "See for yourself." "That's impossible, it can't be." "Agreed, it can't be." "Scorpion sank six months ago." "That's clearly been down there at least 40 years." "The Russians can see that, too." "They've closed the investigation, and we shall do the same." "All other details classified." "That's the end of it." "It can't be the Scorpion." "We happen to be in complete agreement... with the Soviet high command on this one, gentlemen." "There was no Kaliningrad incident." "It never happened." "The Scorpion sank in 1943."