Hunter Killer

Report status.

Captain, holding Russian "Akula" at 400 yards.

- Best bearing 0-3-5. - We remain undetected, sir.

Two hours, 45 minutes in her baffles, Captain.

We're right up Ivan's ass, and they don't even know it.

Mind your panel.

Conn, Captain. Maintain range. Stay right behind her.

Captain, explosion aboard the "Konek".

- Put it on the bearing. - Yes, sir.

They're going out on their emergency distress pinger.

Transmit two pings of active.

- Let them know we're here. - Hold up.

What is that?

Torpedo in the water bearing 3-3-5 at 600 yards!

Torpedo evasion. Make your depth 700 feet!

Was that from the "Konek"?

No, sir. It's a contact directly above us.

- 400 yards! - All ahead flank!

- Captain, there's no time. - 200 yards!

- Right hard rudder! - Terminal homing!

FarangSiam thanks you. Enjoy!

- Admiral. - Captain.

"Tampa Bay"'s gone missing just above the Kola Peninsula.

NAVSEA reports no recent repairs,

no problems with the radio

and no weather over the Barents Sea.

Awfully close to Russian waters.

Yes, sir. They are playing cat and mouse

with a Russian sub for weeks.

Let's just hope that's all it is.

Sir, they're two hours late for check-in.

« The hell we can't. »

We need to get back to Congress,

and twist some goddamn arms.

An arms race in the Arctic, Charles?

Oh, come on, it's a land grab.

The Russian president is simply posturing, pounding his chest.

He's embarrassed us in Syria.

He continues to defy us in Crimea.

Are we going to let him to dominate us in the Baltic?

And what next, Europe?

We can't afford another Cold War, neither can they.

Isn't it true to say we're witnessing

the most aggressive military buildup in Russian history?

It's not a time to pussy around.

Sir, "Tampa Bay"'s gone missing in the Barents Sea.

We picked up a distress signal above the Kola Peninsula.

Hmm. That's Russia's back porch.

There's classified systems on that boat.

And 110 men, sir.

Of course. Well, you wanna go quick,

but you wanna go armed: fast-attack submarine.

I told the 6th Fleet you'd want a Hunter-Killer.

We don't have one in EUCOM region,

not with a rescue-sub attachment.

We do. We have one.

No, son. "Arkansas" just lost her skipper.

And I assigned her a new one.

He's in the region, never been a captain.

Joe Glass?

Where the hell did you find him?

What class was he?

Never went to Annapolis, sir.

Glass.

¦ Stand by for secure transmission ¦

¦ from Fleet Forces Command. ¦

Commander Glass?

XO Brian Edwards.

How was your trip in from Portsmouth, Captain?

Fast. What have you got there?

Sealed orders from 6th Fleet.

They're not wasting any time, sir.

XO, recall the crew.

We sail as soon as possible.

Well, they've just been given a two-day pass, sir.

They'll be impossible to find.

Impossible?

Tell me something, XO.

How many pubs are there in Faslane?

Two.

Then let's devise a radical plan.

You look in one and I'll look in the other.

Aye, sir.

Down, down.

« Opening hatch. » « Tubes one-four operational. »

Load torpedo tube one. « Loading! »

- Mother Jesus, we're packing a lot of heat. - Yeah, why do you think we need 'em all?

- Captain's orders is all you need to know. - I heard he was on the "Baton Rouge".

A wrench monkey. Ain't never been a captain.

I heard a rumor he punched his commanding officer.

Yeah, yeah. I heard he's all right.

Always hitting the hottest piece of ass in port,

from here to Samoa.

- Yeah? So... So he's one of us. - What?

When the hell have you ever hit a hot piece of ass, Brickowski?

When have you ever met a captain who's one of us?

All right, settle down. We've got some work to do.

Carry on.

« Captain in control. »

Ship is rigged for dive, Captain. No surface contacts.

I intend to launch the ship.

"Arkansas" is cleared for passage, sir.

Navigator Park. Where are we headed, Captain?

¦ Warship "Arkansas", ¦ ¦ this is your Captain, Joe Glass. ¦

¦ Now, I want to say that I knew ¦ ¦ Commander O'Brian personally, ¦

¦ but I know he trained you well. ¦

¦ Now, I'm hearing a lot of chatter ¦

¦ about the kind of captain ¦ ¦ that I might be, ¦

¦ so let me tell you directly. ¦

Not an Annapolis man,

who learned who you are in a class.

I've worked your jobs. Manned a sonar,

been the Bull Nuke, I've cleaned torpedo tubes.

If you think I know you better than

your previous officers, you're right.

¦ I've been underwater all my life. ¦

¦ I've missed five elections, ¦

¦ seven Super Bowls, my sister's wedding, ¦

and my father's death.

This is all I know down here.

I am you.

If you think that means I'm running anything other

than the tightest ship you've ever seen, you're dead wrong.

It's not an idle training exercise.

Your brothers on "Tampa Bay" are missing in Russian waters.

Possibly sunk.

Every one of you knows someone on board that sub.

Now, we're gonna find them.

So, follow orders.

I expect nothing short of your best.

¦ I can do some of your jobs ¦ ¦ better than you. I won't. ¦

Your jobs,

but they're my responsibility.

Carry on, XO.

Aye, sir.

Admiral Fisk?

Admiral Fisk.

I'm briefing the President in under an hour,

and your Navy boys are not sharing.

I work for the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs,

not the NSA, Miss Norquist,

or are we on a first-name basis now?

- Thing at my kid's school. - Fair enough.

IUSS picked up two explosions off the Kola Peninsula,

right where "Tampa Bay" went missing.

- Two? - Could be one of theirs,

could be one of ours.

Is there any chance that they collided?

Not likely.

Have you reached out to your Russian counterparts?

What do they say?

- That's classified. - Now who's not sharing?

What time were the explosions recorded?

09:04 and 09:06 GMT.

What's wrong?

Ever since the Russians started

building up their fleet at Polyarny,

we've been keeping tabs on the Russian President.

Zakarin left the Kremlin with his core security,

and he's headed right there to the Kola Peninsula.

- Sure, because of this incident. - No.

He left before the two explosions.

A scheduled meeting with his Defense Minister, Durov.

I don't like coincidences.

Well, I put a sub in the water.

We'll have answers soon.

Admiral.

You're about two stars short of clearance

for what I'm about to tell you.

I've been trying to get the NSA to authorize an op,

and they've been dragging their feet,

and now everything is moving way too fast.

If this was an act of aggression,

we need to know what Zakarin is doing there.

If you want to fly a drone into Russian airspace,

the Air Force will be happy to...

Not from 60,000 feet.

We need eyes and ears on the ground.

I'm sure you know someone who could go off-book

for the next 48 hours.

You want me to send a team into Russia?

Yes, I do.

« Follow me! »

« Move! Move! Move! »

All clear!

You got 30 seconds, Martinelli!

Moving!

Move! Go! Move! Move! Move!

Twenty seconds!

Ten seconds!

Five!

Time!

Hey!

Congratulations, Martinelli,

you just killed the whole fucking team!

Bag 'em, rack 'em, and stack 'em, Martinelli.

Damn it!

Beaman ain't one to hold back on his emotions.

And he's got all three: irritation, anger, and rage.

Hey, Commander, isn't it past you bedtime?