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have reported aboard

and been assigned to their divisions.

Weapons are stowed

and the missile is secure.

Maneuvering watch is set,

line handlers are topside.

- Weather report?

- Fair seas.

Some pack ice offshore.

Shouldn't be a problem.

Good.

Bring all diesels online.

This is the captain.

- MAN:
Aye, sir.

- (BELLS RINGING)

(ENGINES RUMBLING)

Mr. Pavlov and friends are

waiting for you in your stateroom.

(SIGHING) Lucky me.

Our orders, Captain.

To be opened once we're safely at sea.

Our firing keys.

I'll see you up top.

(SIGHING)

Bowlines away!

(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

- Secure the hatch!

- MAN:
Aye, sir. Secure the hatch.

Ready compartment for sea, gentlemen.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(GUNSHOT ECHOING)

(GULLS CRYING)

I'm always surprised

it isn't harder to leave than it is.

We all go the same way

on a boat, I guess.

You don't find that ashore very often.

It's a sickness.

How's Alena?

- She's used to it.

- And the boys?

Oh... they have their studies, hockey.

They're busy, you know?

When we clear the sea wall,

we'll take her down.

Aye.

What do you think that is?

That, Mr. First Officer,

is the shortest distance

between here and your own command.

You haven't gone unnoticed

by Fleet, Alex.

You're gonna get an atom smasher.

Markov told me himself.

So we'd do well not to screw this up.

Thank you.

You deserve it.

Clear the decks. Secure the bridge.

She's your ship to sail.

Lookouts below, secure the bridge.

MAN 1:
Lookouts below,

secure the bridge.

MAN 2:
Clear the deck.

Why don't you go?

I'd like a minute.

Captain on deck.

Bridge is clear.

- MAN:
Hatches are secure.

- (DEMI SIGHS)

Sonar, depth under the keel?

MAN (O VER RADIO):

Two hundred meters, Captain.

DEMl:
Very well.

(RINGING)

(PART CLATTERING)

(CHUCKLING)

Engineer, secure diesels,

ahead one-third

- on port and starboard motors.

- (ALARM SOUNDING)

MAN (O VER RADIO):

Prepare to dive.

(SHIP CREAKING)

(CLANG ON METAL)

(CLANGING)

- Belay the dive.

- Belay the dive!

- MAN (O VER RADIO): Belay the dive!

- Belay the dive!

All departments report.

Account for all crew.

Send the messenger topside.

(CLANG ON METAL)

- Check the starboard bow.

- Bow clear.

Do you hear that?

- No.

- MAN:
Decks are clear, sir.

- Dive the boat.

- Midships valves open. Dive the boat.

- MAN (O VER RADIO): Dive the boat!

- (ALARM SOUNDING)

(MACHINERY HISSING)

Decks awash.

Five degrees down bubble,

make your depth 50 meters.

Five degrees down bubble.

Level at 50 meters.

MAN (O VER RADIO): Fifty meters.

Sonar, report.

No contacts, sir.

Navigator, plot us

a course for blue water.

We're going deep.

Aye, sir.

Who the hell are you?

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