Phantom

"My crew has just returned from 76 days at sea."

The Americans are massing naval assets in the Pacific.

There must be a dozen boats better rested.

Squadron Command is insisting

on the most experienced captain and crew available.

I'm being retired, remember?

You should know that. "Your signature's all over the transfer."

Even if I wasn't, my boat will be in dry dock for months.

You won't be sailing your boat. "You'll be sailing the B-67."

"The irony is a bit excessive," don't you think?

"Under the circumstances,"

we were unable to get all of your crew back from holiday.

Naturally, they'll be replaced.

The 67 is being decommissioned.

"Considering your history,"

"command wanted to honor you with her last patrol."

Honor me?

"The Navy's an unforgiving place." We're both proof of that.

What'll happen to her after?

Will they cut her up in Polyarny or just let her bleed rust in Murmansk?

She'll be stripped of her sensitive equipment, refitted for her new life...

...in the Chinese navy.

I'd rather see her on the bottom than sold to our enemies.

"A nuclear navy has to be subsidized, Demi."

What better way to profit than by arming Peking with our museum pieces.

I read the academy's gonna be named for your father.

That's right.

Greatness casts a long shadow.

Do you think we can be redeemed for the things we've done?

I don't know.

In our dreams, maybe.

"And if there is such a thing, it surely requires opportunity."

And here she is, knocking.

Two lovely ladies

"and two bottles! Now..."

- Oh, yeah. - There...

- No, no, no, no, no! - ...and there.

"Here..."

"And fill it up for my soon-to-be-married friend, Sasha!"

Captain on deck!

"To men of salt," the women who endure us,

and to my friend, our captain.

"The captain!"

Three weeks back, I'm still spittin' up diesel.

"Maybe life will be sweeter without the taste of fuel oil in your mouth."

You'd better take a look at this.

Don't fight me now!

"Listen up."

We're to return to sea.

- What? "- Take the ladies."

Take-take-take them. Come on.

"Let's go."

We're supposed to have three months back, not-not-not three weeks.

Captain, I'm getting married to Nadya.

Say your good-byes quickly and without explanation.

You have until 1400 hours.

Sorry, gentlemen.

This is shit!

I'm sorry, Sophi.

"...and grant length of days,"

"fair children, progress in life and faith through the prayers"

"of the holy Theotokos and all of his saints."

Only God now can separate "what he hath joined here today."

All right, sailor, stand down.

Congratulations, Nadya.

Thank you, Captain.

You'll grow into it.

You have two hours.

Thank you, Captain.

Congratulations.

I remember you standing here when you made your vows.

It seems a long time ago.

You wonder why he is silent and you have so many questions.

It was always, pretty much, a one-way conversation.

Thank you, Father, for getting up so early.

It's as much about what he hears as what he says.

Would you like to make a confession?

Confession for what?

Thank you, Father.

FarangSiam thanks you. Have Fun!

"Captain."

"- Captain." - Mr. First Officer.

Do you know what's going on?

Sophia baked us some tea cakes.

You realize that we're supposed to sail this thing.

- Yes, I do. - Yeah. What happened with Markov?

"Ship is fueled, sir. Batteries are serviced."

Weapons systems are being loaded and inspected.

I'm sorry we out into your honeymoon, Golov.

Well, we made the most of it, Captain.

I'm sure you did.

Captain.

Account for all ship's company. I want a full report.

- Aye, Captain. - Would you like a tea cake?

- Thank you, sir. - No, thank you.

"I didn't think you could go backwards from a diesel,"

but we're gonna need an archeologist just to start this thing.

Look at this thing. I mean...

She was my first boat.

We share a lot of history.

Markov wanted me to have her last sail.

Last chance.

Thank you.

"Captain."

These are technicians from the Special Projects Institute.

They'll be joining us on this cruise.

They're testing some kind of prototype equipment.

"You ever been to sea before?"

Oh, we've spent some time on ships, yes.

- Skimmer's a vacation, Mister...? - Bruni.

"Mr. Bruni." This ship barely accommodates the 86 men required to sail her.

We'll try to stay out of your way then.

Good luck with that.

Mr. Pavlov will see you to your berths. Stow your gear.

We'll sail with the tide.

Captain.

It's good to see you again.

Gentlemen? This way.

Lock the hatch!

Captain on deck.

As you were.

"The last of the replacements 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.

"Aye, sir."

"Mr. Pavlov and friends are waiting for you in your stateroom."

Lucky me.

"Our orders, Captain." To be opened once we're safely at sea.

Our firing keys.

I'll see you up top.

"Bowlines away!"

"- Secure the hatch!" - Aye, sir. Secure the hatch.

"Ready compartment for sea, gentlemen."

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.

Lookouts below, secure the bridge.

Clear the deck.

Why don't you go? I'd like a minute.

"Captain on deck. Bridge is clear."

"Hatches are secure."

Sonar, depth under the keel?

"Two hundred meters, Captain."

"Very well."

Engineer, secure diesels, "ahead one-third"

"on port and starboard motors."

"Prepare to dive."

- Belay the dive. "- Belay the dive!"

"- Belay the dive!" - Belay the dive!

All departments report. Account for all crew.

Send the messenger topside.

"- Check the starboard bow. - Bow clear."

Do you hear that?

- No. "- Decks are clear, sir."

- Dive the boat. - Midships valves open. Dive the boat.

"Dive the boat!"

Decks awash.

"Five degrees down bubble," make your depth 50 meters.

"Five degrees down bubble. Level at 50 meters."

"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?

- Bavenod, sir. - Where'd command scrape you up from?

- I came off a November. - Really?

You traded a nuke for a smoker?

I heard the best crews in the Navy sail diesels.

I wanted a chance at one before they're all gone.

You see? Dreams do come true.

Make our heading zero-nine-five.

- Let me know when we make the shelf. - Aye, Captain.

"All ahead standard. Mr. Kozlov has the con."

Aye, Captain.

You heard right about diesel crews, Bavenod.