What Lurks Beneath

- Men are at war and it's a man's world,

but it would mean nothing without a woman.

Talk to me.

- Contact. - Range?

- 1,500 yards, closing off our starboard side.

- Okay, take us down, make our depth 6, 5, 0 feet.

- Making our depth 6, 5, 0 feet, sir.

- Countermeasures. - Open two doors.

- Right full rudder. - Right full rudder!

- All ahead. Zero bubble.

- Zero bubble, all ahead full. - Countermeasures.

- Shoot them. Shoot all of them.

Sailor now!

- Countermeasures? - Not yet.

- Torpedoes in the water bearing 0, 4, 3,

bearing 0, 5, 1, closing.

- Deploy! - Countermeasures away.

Left full rudder.

- Left full rudder! - Range?

- Closing 300 yards, bearing 0, 7, 0, bearing 0, 7, 2.

Brace for impact!

Where is she?

Radar's offline, Captain.

- Chief of the boat, get us out of here.

Aye, sir.

- Damage report, all stations.

Lieutenant...

- Engine room, bridge. No damage.

- What the hell happened back there, sailor?

- I don't know sir. - Not good enough.

But you're relieved, but fix it.

- Torpedo room, bridge. No damage.

- Nunnas. - Sir?

- Give the lieutenant a once over.

Make sure she's fit for duty.

Yes, sir.

- Report the incident to Naval Command

with our position and their last known positions.

Yes, sir.

- She's outside Russian waters, right?

We are very close, but yes,

she's a mile outside Russian waters.

Could've been a warning shot there.

- She doesn't have jurisdiction for that!

- Well she fired on us in international waters,

so it's about to be a real big deal in Washington.

Get me rules of engagement. I'll be in my room.

You have the conn. Rig for ultra quiet.

- Aye, sir, I have the conn. Rigging for ultra quiet.

- Captain? - Hmm.

- Emergency action orders, sir.

Level four clearance and above.

- Okay, clear the mess hall. - Aye, sir.

- And what about the Russian sub?

- It's been an hour, 27 miles from last contact,

and nothing on the radar.

- Very well. Stand down ultra quiet.

Yes, sir.

Oh, thank God.

- Don't waste your time, kid. He ain't listening.

- Who? - God.

But our god's gonna want a damage report.

- Engine room, damage report and full check.

All you old dudes is cocky.

- Only the legends, buddy. Only the legends.

- Torpedo room, damage report.

- Yeah, yeah, I can tell you about it or I can just fix it.

Torpedo room, report!

- Bridge, torpedo room, standby, sir.

Prick.

- Acknowledged, bridge standing by.

What is that?

Bridge, I'm hearing music and tapping from outside the hull.

- Torpedo room, repeat your last.

Did you hear that?

- Sort of. - What was that?

- Interference from the circuits maybe?

Nah. Sounds like music.

I don't hear any music.

With those old ears,

I'm surprised you hear anything at all.

What?

I said with those old ears...

- Can you give me something for sleep?

- Not really, unless signing off for a day or two.

Uh, no, don't do that.

- You sure? - Yeah.

You sure?

I'll be fine.

Do we even know what's going on up there?

I don't get told anything.

- Just sounds like the world's going to hell.

- Maybe the politicians will sort it out,

avoid world war III.

- Yeah, it'll be cheaper for them.

- They're having back-channel talks,

trying to sort out some kind of deal.

How do you know that?

- I mean, they must be, right? We've gotta hope.

Do you have someone back home?

- Yeah. No, it's kind of complicated.

Honestly, he's just being a little bit of a dick right now.

So, a man?

Yep.

- They're only good for one thing,

and most of 'em aren't even good at it.

- I hate it. Honestly, it drives me crazy.

Like this idea that they need to save us.

Preaching to the choir, sis.

- And they can't listen for shit!

What is it?

Orca?

This far out?

- Worse than the Russians. We can relax a little.

We got enough going on.

Captain's ready.

We'll be right there.

What are you?

- Captain, Joint Naval Command has received--

Where is Simkins?

- He'll be along soon, sir. But I can start the briefing.

No, we'll wait.

Aye, sir.

I can run and get him.

- Finally! - Sorry, sir.

- Thought you Brits were known for your punctuality?

- Sorry, sir. Won't happen again.

- Okay, before we begin, who was that?

- We're still efforting an exact identification.

Um, Russian for sure.

- I thought you boys were the best.

- We've sent audio to Joint Naval Command

for identification.

It doesn't match anything we've heard.

You're not telling me

there's a new class of Russian sub out there

trying to hunt us, are you?

- Audio was scrambled by something else.

Something else?

- Orca, we think. Hard to pinpoint the exact source.

Well, she's still out there

and she's still looking for us.

Agreed.

- Any chance she will think that we were destroyed

by the torpedo?

No, sir.

What have we got?

Gentlemen,

I shall be brief.

Our situation with the Russians has not improved,

and the president has authorized an alert status

of DEFCON 3.

Now, we all know what that means,

but the plan is not an all-out war with Russia.

The plan is multiple targeted strikes, simultaneously

against Russian military leadership.

We are having, right now, back-channel talks

with some highly-placed Russian military people

who want to defect, stabilize their country

in exchange for an immediate cease fire.

In fact, it's these people who are providing the coordinates

that we will be targeting later on.

Your target data package, will be delivered

with my message.

Now the bad news.

Michael, this cannot be a long-range strike.

You are going to have to get close.

I realize you are due home,

especially with your first child on its way.

But you are the only ship

with the payload and the position

to be able to carry out this mission.

Godspeed.

- This position is five miles from the Russian coast.

- The Excelsior is taking out the sonar relay station

ahead of our position.

- Well, if she's closer, then why doesn't she launch?

- She doesn't have the payload required. We do.

- Well, won't that just flag that we're coming?

- The net covers 350 miles worth of coastline.

They won't know where to look.

Sir, our latest intel says

that the Russians patrol that area with around five subs.

- No, it's nine. - Nine?

- And five of them are Typhoon class, four Kilo class.

- Sir, there is no intel that says that.

- Wait, how, how do you know that?

Captain?

That's, that's not in here.

- Oh, it was part of a MoD brief from London.

Are we not sharing intel?

Well, it just came in, sir.

Uh, we also had another brief

that just came in from the Excelsior.

The Russians have got some new radar jamming tech,

works within five miles of their position.

It's a bit of a diversion tactic.

- Yeah, well, that's not in here either.

I don't like not knowing relevant facts, gentlemen.

- I'll have it written up within the hour, sir.