Tom Clancy's Jack Ryan

Papers, please. What's your business here?

Not your concern.

Apologies, sir.

You want my professional opinion?

Any way I could stop you from giving it?

This is fucking insane.

Desperate times calls for...

What? Being killed in Moscow? Is that what it calls for?

I will do everything in my power to get both of you out safely.

Yeah.

Let's go.

We're late!

Wright!

It's a no-go, Jack. I'm out of the game.

Well, then get back into it!

I need to land on that ship!

When this thing goes down...

Yeah, I know. I know.

Captain Antonov wasn't expecting you,

but he will see you in his quarters.

Put him in the brig.

So, uh, you were Minister Popov's bodyguard for ten years?

Twenty.

You know, the tunnels in Paris are a lot less gloomy.

Escape routes tend to be that way.

Time?

10:30.

My loyalty to Popov and his wife ends here.

Well...

...see you on the other side.

Please, you love this shit.

You bet your ass I do.

He'll get you in there.

I'll see you soon.

Okay.

I didn't give these orders.

Who ordered this?

Mr. President.

General, you are dismissed.

My order for Captain Antonov was to prepare the ship, not sail.

This will be viewed as a blatant military aggression.

Sir, I only did what I thought you wanted me to do

as Defence Minister. I apologize...

Was there a change in the Americans' military posture?

No.

But I firmly believe that the time for stalemate is over, sir.

Meeting the Americans with half measures

only invites their dominance over us.

Your counsel is invaluable, Minister Petrov.

But in this country, I give the orders.

Call the Fearless back.

Yes, sir.

Now.

You are the executive officer, hmm?

You look very young.

Did your dad buy you your commission?

No.

I earned it, Colonel Gocharov.

Oh.

You know who I am.

But you're not asking yourself

what am I doing here.

I follow orders, sir.

Funny.

Old men give the orders.

The young men die.

Don't talk to him.

He's the snake in the garden, Kagansky.

- Leave us. - Yes, sir.

We've come a long way from Matoksa, haven't we?

Not that far.

You remember what you told me that day?

The day we killed our own?

"You will forget this."

And you said you could not.

I'm surprised you remember.

After all the murders.

That's the difference between traitors and patriots.

You chose to forget.

I refused.

Is that what you really believe?

Is that the poison you take from Petr

and drink so willingly?

Hmm?

No.

You are the traitor.

And at the end of the day, if someone else is in power,

that makes you no less of one.

Tricky. Isn't it?

If you kill me

and Alexei does not prevail...

...you can never be redeemed.

Trust me.

I know how that feels.

You will answer for your crimes one day.

Ah.

One day.

But not today.

Guard!

I can only trust you with this.

Aye, aye, Captain.

Gentlemen, thank you for gathering.

My grandfather served during the Great Winter of '42.

He was the field marshal that held Stalingrad

against the Nazis.

Held.

Through starvation.

Through unbearable cold.

Through inhumane conditions

few of us can scarcely imagine.

He represented the best of us.

What our motherland is,

should be.

She deserves men like him.

Today we are a shadow of our former self.

Our greatness diluted by bureaucrats, oligarchs

and politicians that came after the fall.

Do not mistake my impatience for disrespect.

I respect President Surikov for who he once was.

But that man is gone.

Now he argues for détente.

Stalemate.

That is not victory.

It's the inertia of the grave.

We are not a dead country.

We were once the most feared nation on Earth.

The monster that kept the rest of the world up at night.

Today...

we become so again.

I vote to remove Leonid Surikov from the presidency

of this Russian Federation.

Bridge. Combat.

I have an inbound aircraft 15 nautical miles off the bow.

Copy. Thank you.

Inbound helicopter, this is U.S. Navy Warship 80.

Establish communication

and maintain your distance.

This is Tango 36.

Requesting to land and drop off one pax.

Inbound helicopter, this is U.S. Navy Warship 80.

You are not clear to land. I say again,

you are not clear to land.

- Turn outbound immediately. - Sorry, amigos.

They said no-go.

Shit.

Dr. Ryan!

How bad do you need to get on that ship?!

Life-or-death!

Have a nice swim!

Oh!

Man in the water! Dead ahead!

Two thousand yards!

Well, go fish him out. RHIB recovery.

Boatswain's Mate,

- man the boat deck. - Man overboard,

man overboard, man overboard.

- Man overboard portside. - Boatswain, six short.

P.O., come to full power.

Hard left rudder. All engines ahead flank.

Thanks for picking me up.

You were denied permission to come aboard, Ryan.

And I realize that, sir.

If I wasn't legally obligated to pick you up,

you'd be at the bottom of the sea right now.

Well, I certainly respect your position.

My position is at the helm of two billion taxpayer dollars

and 300 American lives.

Looking at you, I can say with a large amount of certainty

that neither you nor the intelligence community

understands that.

Well, this is where I leave you, Dr. Ryan.

With all due respect,

I have more important things to do than engage

with a CIA officer who just put lives

at risk jumping out of a helicopter.

And why is it you think I'd do that?

Jump?

Put lives at risk.

Is this the part where you tell me not to pick a fight

- with Russia? - No, sir.

This is the part where I tell you that the fight

you're picking has nothing to do with Russia at all.

Current intelligence suggests

that there's an illegal change in government

happening in Russia right now.

- A coup? - Yes, sir.

- And this matters to me why? - Additional intelligence

says that this coup may result in unauthorized hostilities

happening right here in the Baltic.

Actions I believe are already underway.

You believe?

I thought I made myself very clear on how I feel

- about your gut. - Captain, this is different, this...

Authorized or not, hostilities are hostilities.

And as I'm sure you know,

I have standing rules of engagement,

and I intend to follow those rules.

And that's exactly what they're hoping you'll do.

Sir? We have a Gorshkov-class

missile frigate coming at close radar range