* Come wíth me
* On a voyage
* To the bottom of the sea
* ln a sea
* All blue-green
* We wíll find love
* At the bottom of the sea
* Unbelíevable
* lnconceívable
* Fantastíc, ít wíll seem
* But we'll be the first
* The very first
* To líve such a strange new dream
* There we'll be
* Lost and free
* On our voyage
* To the bottom of the sea
- * Come wíth me - * On our voyage
* To the bottom of the sea
* Come wíth me
Today's top of the news comes from the top of the world.
The unpredictable Admiral Harriman Nelson has done it again.
His brainchild, a fantastic atomic submarine with an amazing glass nose,
is now undergoing final tests below the ice at the North Pole.
To judge the final test, the Bureau of Maríne Exploratíon
has sent a seaplane wíth íts top officer, the former více-admíral, B J Crawford,
to rendezvous wíth the submaríne Seavíew ín the Arctíc.
Flyíng wíth hím ís the Congressíonal watchdog of the budget,
penny-pínchíng Congressman Llewellyn Parker,
who had fought a losíng fight agaínst what he had termed ''Nelson's folly.''
And so the questíon of the day comes to thís:
Wíll the final test on the USOS Seavíew turn ít ínto ''Nelson's folly''?
Or wíll ít be another tríumph of a great man, a great ínventor,
who, despíte hís oddball reputatíon,
may yet emerge as the predomínant scíentifíc geníus of our tíme?
So, bon voyage, Admíral Nelson. Good luck, Seavíew.
Well, gentlemen, modesty forbids my adding anything to that.
- Shall we take her down, Cap'n? - Aye aye, sir.
- Let's make it 90 feet at the start, what? - Aye aye, sir.
Diving stations! Diving stations!
- Any time you're ready, Mr Thompson. - Aye aye, sír.
Stand by.
Clear the decks, Mr Thompson.
- Decks clear! - Decks clear.
- Prepare to dive. - Close all main ballast-tank vents.
Stand by to blow tanks.
Ballast tanks full.
Close the vents.
Flood negative.
Full dive on the planes.
15 degrees down bubble.
Secure the air.
- All green? - All green.
Dive! More dive!
- Pressure in the boat. - Up scope.
- 9-0 feet. - Level off at 9-0 feet.
Down scope. All ahead two-thirds.
All ahead two-thirds.
- Final trim, Captain. - Carry on.
Well, final trim, sir. Depth 9-0 feet. Speed two-thirds.
Well, Lee, it's been a long, tough haul from conception to execution,
but, my boy, we've done it.
You've done it, sir. You know, it bears out what you taught us at Annapolis:
that ''The wild dreams of today are the practical realities of tomorrow.''
l'm glad you remembered one of my more temperate quotes.
Some of our colleagues haven't been quite so diplomatic.
Say, speaking of diplomacy, we've got some guests to entertain.
l've met 'em. Now it's your turn. Remember, they hold the purse strings to this ''folly.''
- Shall we dress? - Dress?
Black tie.
Let's go.
- Take the con, Ned. l'll be forward. - Aye aye, sir.
- Beautiful, isn't it? - lt's the most exotic thing l've ever seen.
No more, thank you.
Admiral! Nice to see you, sir.
- Captain Crane. Dr Hiller. - How do you do?
- Congressman Parker. - Sir.
You have an expensive toy here, Admiral. Though it ís suitable for sightseeing.
Quite right, sir. We hope to see sights never before seen by man,
and by seeing, solve some of the mysteries of the deep.
Sorry for the brief hello earlier, but this ''toy'' of mine is a demanding lady.
Aren't we all?
Washington probably thought you needed a woman's touch around here.
- Research project, isn't it? - Yes.
The Reactíon of Crewmen to Lengthy Confinement.
Yes, Admiral. l appreciate the honor of being the only woman aboard.
Ah, but you're not. We have another one. You'll meet her.
- Shall we see the rest of the ship? - l did think that was the purpose of our visit.
Doctor.
Congressman.
The control room. The ''brain'' of the sub.
Over here, we have our chauffeurs.
lt takes two to run this toy - helmsman and planesman.
Now, on a submarine, it's always Christmas.
That's what l've been telling Congress.
Wrong deduction, sir. That's our ''Christmas tree'' - tells us when we can dive.
Now, if we go down before all those lights are green, we start bailing.
Over here, we have our ballast control.
- How does it work? - Like an elevator system, Doctor.
Takes us up and lets us down.
Now, on this side,
that is radar, this is sonar.
Sonar stops us running into anything under the water.
Radar does the same thing on the surface.
Oh, try this one, Congressman. Two s's in progress.
Now, if you'll come down here, Doctor.
This is our missile-tracking tape.
lf we have to shoot, we like to know where the missile is going.
And if we do shoot, over there are the buttons.
The trick is to know which one.
- Suppose the other fella shoots first? - ln that event, sir, that's the way out.
This way, Doctor, please.
And watch your step here.
The radio shack.
Lee.
Excuse me. This way, please.
Sparks, make that Washington call in exactly 11 minutes, what?
Aye aye, sir.
Not even Jules Verne dreamed of anything like this.
- The world's only undersea aquarium. - What on earth is he doing?
- Shark-walking. - Shark-walking?
Come on, Bessie.
Come on.
For ages, man has been trying to learn the secret of the fish.
Now we have a perfect underwater laboratory.
Well, Lucius, back with your fish again, l see.
BJ! lt's nice to see you.
Commodore Emery, this is Dr Hiller and Congressman Parker.
How do you do? l still don't understand what he's doing.
He regards all sea creatures as personal friends.
He'd rather be remembered for discovering a new fish
than as a leading physicist of our time.
- May l explain? - l wish you would.
My little friend Bessie here, we had to drug her in order to do some tests.
Now l'm trying to force some water through her gills so she doesn't drown.
ln this condition, she won't even bite a congressman.
- She's the only one on board who wouldn't! - You're much too sensitive.
- Right you are, Doctor. Come on, everybody. - See you later, Lucius... l hope!
Come on! Hup, two, three! Come on, get going.
You've seen the ''brain'' of the sub. ln here is the ''heart'', the atomic-motor room.
- Careful, sir. That's our warning system. - Disregard.
No one is allowed in there. Not even congressmen.
You understand. For your own safety.
Now, down here you'll find the ''sting'' of the ship.
ln fact, there are more ''stings'' in here than in a hornet's nest.
The missile and escape room.
There is more destructive force in this room than in all the explosive used in WWll.
The missiles are for research.
Experimental torpedoes. You name 'em, we've got 'em.
- Show 'em, Lee. - Right.
Well, let's see.
Here's something new - a magnetic primer. ln case we lose power in the control room,
we just slap this dude on by hand, and away she goes.
- This looks like a pineapple. - Some pineapple. One bite, and pow!
- Don't worry, it can't activate itself. - Captain, where does this door lead to?
That leads to Davy Jones' locker, sir.
- lf you're contemplating using it, use this. - Oh, no. No, thank you.
No offense, sir.
Red!
Well, shall we continue?
BJ.
Take a look at this lad. He's Seaman Smith. Recognize him?
Should l?
Seems only yesterday you were bouncing him on your knees.
Old Bricktop's boy! Spittin' image of him, too.
l heard that he'd finished his hitch in the navy, so l had him sign up with us.
He looks a little big for me to bounce on my knee now.
Jimmy, isn't it? Now you're a minisub man, huh?
- How do you like the new model? - Oh, she handles like a dream, sir.
- l can't wait to test her under the ice. - You will. Good luck.
- Thank you, sir. - Sorry to break in on your social life.
Back to work.
This should interest you, Doctor.
Dr Jamieson. Dr Hiller. Congressman Parker.
- How do you do? - Happy to meet you, Congressman.
The Dr Hiller? lt's a pleasure to welcome such a distinguished psychiatrist aboard.
You flatter me. You seem very well-equipped here, and pleasantly unoccupied.
We hope to keep it that way, with the help of these gadgets.
lt's mandatory that you wear our newest style in submarine sportswear.
lf you pick up a fatal dose of radiation, it glows red.
- A fatal dose of radiation? - There's a warning. lt loses all its color first.
By the way, give me one of those for Admiral Crawford.
l have some healthier places to show our guests.
l'll check in later with you, Doctor.
See ya.
This way, please.
Ah, there you are.
l've just introduced our guests to Dr Jamieson.
- Admiral, here's your dosimeter. - Good man, Jamieson.
He'll keep you filled in on statistics.
Attention!
Well, Admiral, l suppose she's your dancing dietitian. And he's your musical chef.
- She is my secretary, and as for him... - l'm to blame, sir. l started it all.
l have no doubt of that.
l said another woman was aboard.
l hardly expected you to meet her under such boisterous circumstances.
lt all seems very gay and happy, and l am here to observe.
Yes - not choreography to a trumpet.
Mr Romano, belay the noisy horn. As for you, Miss Connors, we shall have a little talk later.
- Doctor. - l'll have a talk now, Lieutenant. Outside?
Romano, aren't you about due back on duty?
Not for another two minutes yet, sir.
- Now, Lieutenant... - Yes.
- ''Yes, sir.'' - Sir!
l'm sure your act will get a wonderful review in the Congressíonal Record.
- Will they break me? - They've broken better men for less.
How do you explain this undignified behavior?
l was just showing them how l'll dance at my wedding.
l see. Well, that is an extenuating circumstance.
- ln about three weeks, isn't it? - And two days and four hours.
Who's the unlucky man?
Pardon me, Captain. May l?
By all means, Lieutenant.
What did you say about undignified behavior, Captain?
Captaín Crane. Control room, please.
We'll continue this discussion later,
Lieutenant.
Callíng Seavíew.
Come in, Washington.
- We're making contact, sir. - Very well.
- You called me, sir. - Yes. We're through to Washington.
- Stand by to take her deep. - Right.
All set, sir. lnspector Bergen's on the line.
Bergen. Nelson here.
How's she runníng?
Like a clock. We're all set to make our dive under the ice.
Official checkout time 3:42.
- Make it 500 feet, what? - Aye aye, sir.
We'll be out of sound range in a few seconds, and then ride radio silence for 96 hours.
- Give him my regards. - BJ sends his best to you landlubbers.
ls he seasíck yet? He was the worst saílor ín the navy. Well, good huntíng.
Thank you, lnspector. Keep a light burning.
- Hi, Susan. - Oh! Hi, Cathy.
- Personnel file you asked for. - Ah, thanks. Have some hot coffee?
Best prescription you've written today, Doctor.
Say, this Captain Crane of yours is surprisingly young for ajob this size.
He was the youngest sub captain in the navy.
He must have a friend at court. The admiral?
That's a bad diagnosis, Doctor.
They are almost like father and son, but the captain earned his rank.
Neither he nor the admiral would have it any other way.
No criticism intended. l'm sure you'll both live happily ever after,
but settling down isn't going to be an easy adjustment after all this.
Well, l was born on a farm, and l'm going back. We've bought a ranch in Colorado...
- What do you read? - Can't make it out, sir.
- lceberg, sir? - l don't know.
- Nose camera. - Camera on.
Take over. l'll be forward.
Here they are.
- Admiral... - How deep are we?
Riding at 500 feet. 650 left from keel to bottom.
Take her to 1,000.
Take her to 1,000 feet. Emergency!
- Sonar? - Clear overhead, sir.
- Surface! - Surface! Surface!
Congressman, you and the ladies go aft. lt might be safer there.
Break out the polar gear.
Let's go, BJ.
- Just breaking surface, sir. - All stop.
- Crack the hatch. Let's go. Come on, BJ. - Crack the hatch!
- My God. - The sky's on fire!
What happened?
Come on, let's find out.
Get Washington.
- Hurry up. Make it quick. Get Washington! - Aye aye, sir.
- There's a magnetic storm, sir. - Can you clear it?
l'm trying, sir.
USOS Seavíew calling Washington. Come in, Washington.
- l can't seem to break through, sir. - Keep trying.
Admiral Nelson calling Bureau of Marine Exploration - lnspector Bergen.
Rescue team, up and out on the double! Man on the ice! Belay the parkas!
Rescue team, topside! On the double!
- All set, sir. lnspector Bergen's on the line. - Pipe this through the ship.
Bergen, we've just seen it. What is it?
Nelson! We've been callíng you for three days.
- What's that fire in the sky? - The Van Allen belt of radíatíon.
The 300-míle level. lt caught fire about 50 hours ago. Nobody knows how.
But a South Afrícan observatory reported heavy meteor actívíty at the tíme ít exploded.
- lt's possible. - What's the forecast?
We just don't know. The UN has called an emergency scíentifíc conference.
The world's top braíns are there - Píttar, Zucco, Charbíer.
- The presídent wants you there. - Can you send a plane for me?
Thermal condítíons have grounded all aírcraft. There's nothíng flyíng anywhere ín the world.
The temperature has reached 135 degrees. We don't know how much hotter ít wíll get.
DEWlíne headquarters just below the pole reports the polar ícecaps are meltíng.
OK, we're on our way. Be there in two days.
Godspeed. Out.
- Let's get going, Cap'n. - ln a moment, sir. Picked up a survivor.
Doc, lend a hand. He must have been there two days.
- He's burned to a crisp. - Who is he?
l don't know.
Let's get him to sick bay.
- Take her down. Full speed New York. - New York?
- Aye aye, sir. - He had this pooch with him.
- Take care of him. - And here are his papers.
All right, take her down. Periscope depth.
Dive!
Full dive on the planes! Flood negative!
- All ahead, full! - All ahead, full!
- What's his name? - Miguel Alvarez.
A civilian scientist. Doing a government survey on lce Floe Delta.
- Lucky to be alive. - So are we.
Yeah.
How is he, Doctor?
Severe exposure. Small wonder, lying out there in 135 degrees heat for two days.
- Jim... - Listen, Doctor.
Jim... Are you there?
l can't hold on.
lt's breaking away. The ice floe's drifting.
Jim... Jim, can you hear me?
Mac! You there? Mac... Mac...
There must be others still out there on that ice!
This is the captain. Reverse course. Repeat, reverse course.
Rescue team, stand by.
This is Admiral Nelson. Hold your course.
You heard what he said. We can't leave without searching for survivors!
Captain Crane, if we waste any time at all here,
there may be no survivors left anywhere in the world.
Mac... Mac, help me.
Please! Help me!
Mac! Mac, help me...
l've got it, Lieutenant.
Sir... l didn't know there was a regulation about not picking up survivors.
Lee?
The chances are no one's still alive out there anyway.
He was still alive, wasn't he?
The blazíng Van Allen belt contínues to spread a path of death and destructíon.
The rísíng heat has touched off ragíng forest fires ín the Ural Mountaíns of Russía,
the Black Forest of Germany, and the rích French tímberlands.
These film clíps...
Let's see how the rest of the crew's taking it.
The sítuatíon grows more desperate wíth the report that...
- They still at it, Cookie? - For more than 24 hours, sir.
They've eaten nothing but coffee and pencils in all that time. Excuse me.
l'd better see if he needs me.
The projection must be on the nose. No margin for error.
Now, if these figures prove out, the...
- Keeping you awake, Harry? - Ahh...
Yeah. Uh, now, the last temperature reading...
lt checks. lt checks on the nose!
Lucius, l think we've hit it.
Oh, you're always so sure of everything.
lf the temperature maintains the same rate of progression,
- and if we can get there by the 29th... - 29th?
- lt has to be the 29th. - ..and project at exactly 16 hours...
BJ, it's right. l don't see how we can miss!
- Do you need me, sir? - Huh? Oh, no, Connors. Thank you.
Close the door on the way out, please.
Lucius.
- Now what? - Get off that couch.
Let's double-check these figures.
l do more walking for you than l do with the shark.
Yeah.
Now, at the present rate of temperature rise...
The fiery sky ís threateníng to stríke a mortal blow at the heart of the Mídwest Farm Belt.
Thousands of acres of vítal graín have already shríveled under the íntense heat,
gívíng ríse to fears of famíne if the flamíng belt contínues to rage unchecked.
ln ltaly, all roads leadíng to Rome and the Vatícan have been jammed for two days.
The faíthful have been streamíng towards St Peter's
to pray for delíverance from the catastrophe whích has struck Earth.
Here now, our televísíon satellíte camera ín outer space,
showíng the fríghteníng ríng of fire encírclíng the Earth.
Ladíes and gentlemen, thís concludes our broadcast for today.
Well, there'll be a hot time in the ol' world tonight!
That's not even funny, Mac.
- Attention! - As you were.
Well, you've all seen it.
There's not much to add, except to tell you that the situation is far from hopeless.
ln New York, the greatest scientific minds in the world are at work,
analyzing ways and means of survival.
And we have two of the best scientific minds right here in this boat.
Sir. Sir, what about leave? l live in New York, and l got a baby that's new in the family.
l'm sorry, there hasn't been any word on leaves yet. But l'll keep you all posted.
We've just receíved word that Admíral Nelson ís ín the buíldíng, ín the lower hallway.
Excítement has been at fever pítch
sínce last níght's radío report from the submaríne Seavíew
that he had conceíved a plan
whích hopefully míght extínguísh the flamíng Van Allen belt.
Now, several theoríes are already under consíderatíon by the UN.
ln fact, yesterday Dr Zucco, the emínent physícíst of Víenna,
presented hís own plan, whích ín essence says ''Hands off. Let's waít and see.''
Unofficíal sources tell us that Dr Zucco's arguments swayed the scíentifíc body,
and they míght gíve hím theír stamp of approval.
However, in view of Admiral Nelson's scientific achievements,
we've been advised that the international scientific committee is standing pat,
until Nelson's plan can be evaluated.
..doít être consumé que par le feu.
Non, non, non, non, non! Arrêtez. Tout ce que nous faísons ící...
Some woman is a bit hysterical.
Nerves are on edge, and this may be one of the most important moments in history.
The admíral and Commodore Emery are comíng ínto the conference room now.
Les vues, à ce sujet, de notre collègue dístíngué...
Je demande la permíssíon, à M. le présídent, de donner la parole à l'amíral Nelson.
We thank the French delegate for his remarks, and we will take them under advisement.
We acknowledge the arrival of two of the world's most distinguished scientists,
Admiral Nelson and Commodore Emery.
And now, the chair will listen to Admiral Nelson.
Mr Chairman, distinguished scientists, ladies and gentlemen.
This planet is impaled on a roasting spit,
slowly but inexorably being seared and blistered by the fire in the sky.
lf the Van Allen belt continues to burn, the world will burn with it.
And no one can doubt that civilization as we know it will disintegrate
if the temperature should rise to 175 degrees.
Now, in the last five days
the recorded temperature rise has been two degrees every 24 hours.
lf that rate is maintained,
our planet has a life expectancy of about three weeks.
Therefore... therefore, if we are to avoid cremation, we must act at once.
Lucius, let me have those charts of ours and the maps, please. Thank you.
Now, if l may make a comparison,
when a diseased appendage threatens the life of a human body,
a doctor has no choice but to amputate.
We have no choice either. We must amputate the belt, or die.
Amputate? How?
Not with a knife, Doctor, but with a shot in the heart.
The burning belt must be exploded clear of the Earth's magnetic field,
and we have exactly 16 days and three hours in which to do it.
- How do you arrive at that particular timing? - How?
We have worked out the mathematical formula, and our figures are correct.
He irritates me.
The shot must take place on August 29th at exactly 4pm.
The locatíon of thís operatíon ís as vítal as the tíme.
A place 205 míles north-northwest of Guam ín the Maríanas lslands.
To be exact... Where are those figures, Lucíus? Ah.
To be exact, latitude 15 degrees north, longitude 145 degrees east.
The location and the time are dictated by the Earth's rotation
and the consequent trajectory of firing.
Firing of what, Admiral?
An atomic missile, Doctor, fired from the submarine Seavíew.
The missile will arc along the burning belt.
As it detonates, it will give the flames an overdose of radiation,
causing the belt to explode outward into space.
To simplify it, take a toy balloon. A little too much air, and poof! No balloon.
- A little too much radiation, and... - Poof! No world!
Perdío! Quello lì, lo ammazzo!
lnsanity! lnsanity!
This lunatic scheme will destroy us all!
Gentlemen, care to look at our figures?
Figures!
The admiral's scheme is suicidal insanity. You should know that, Commodore.
Explode the belt and you explode the world!
Not if the blast is directed away from us!
No, no, no!
l am díametrícally opposed.
l know the chemícal composítíon of the gases wíthín the belt
and the rate of consumptíon by fire.
My calculatíons cannot be wrong!
l say the belt wíll burn ítself out.
At 173 degrees, ít wíll burn ítself out!
Fine. What if it doesn't burn itself out?
You have your plan, l have mine. Time will judge which one is right.
Doctor, our plan can't wait. You say the belt will burn out at 173 degrees.
At the present rate of climb, that's August 30th.
We say it won't burn out, but we can't wait to test our theory
because we must fire the missile on August 29th.
- Otherwise, we lose our angle of trajectory. - Then this body must decide who is right!
l'm not going to wait. l have 16 days to get to the Marianas,
and l shall need every ounce of speed and every precious moment of time.
Lucius, have the captain stand by to get under way.
l demand the scheme be referred to committee.
- There's no time! - Then l call a vote.
- All in favor of the admiral's scheme? - Aye!
- All those against? - No!
- There's your answer. - Not mine, yours.
My answer shall come only from the president of the United States.
- Stop him! - No!
- We'll never get out. - Go to the basement.
- But the congressman and the admiral! - We have to leave them.
Phew, this heat! Hold these, Lieutenant.
Get out of this.
Aboard ship!
Cast off! Clear the deck!
- You all right? - l'll tell you in just a minute,
- as soon as l get my breath. - Crash-dive.
- What? - You heard me. Crash-dive.
The UN police are on deck. A crash dive'll kill 'em!
Give 'em a 15-second warning to clear off and then dive.
Come on, Lucius.
Attention. This is the captain. This sub will dive in 15 seconds. Clear the deck.
Sound the klaxon.
Sail camera on!
Close all main ballast-tank vents.
Repeat warning. This sub is diving immediately. Clear the deck!
- All right, take her down. - Prepare to dive.
- Ballast tanks full. - All green!
Dive! Dive!
Bow's under. Deck's awash.
Stern gone.
Take the con, Lieutenant. l'll be in the admiral's cabin.
Lee!
- He had no other choice. - l hope Washington agrees with you.
l don't understand ordering a crash dive with men on deck.
- Zucco just can't be right. - We'd better make deadly sure he's wrong.
Come in.
- Sir. - Oh, forget it, Lee.
Military police swim like fish. lt's part of their training.
Now here's our goal. The Marianas. And we've only got 16 days to get there.
What do you think, Cap'n?
The Panama Canal is knocked out. To go around the Horn doubles our distance.
- ln my opinion, l'm afraid it's impossible. - lmpossible? Sounds like Zucco.
Nothing is impossible.
We'll make it if we get the president's permission.
Cap'n, set your course for the Marianas, as though we had permission.
- And give us all the speed you can make. - Sir...
Cap'n!
Very well, sir.
Ah, Doctor. Mr Alvarez. l'd forgotten you were aboard.
My orders did not include a trip to the Marianas.
Admiral, l must get off the submarine.
There may be no chance to get into port, Doctor.
You'll both have to go along for the ride.
Yes?
Sparks, sir. No contact yet.
Since the heat went over 139, radio contact is highly erratic.
The radíatíon has set up a field of statíc.
Forget that. Keep at it. l must talk with the president.
- Aye aye, sír. - Now look here...
Doctor, as l remember, your research project was ''men under stress.''
You couldn't have picked a better laboratory.
Glad you're up and about, Mr Alvarez.
Sorry you didn't get ashore, but l'm sure we'll find something to keep you busy.
Don't worry about me, Admiral. Man must accept what is ordained.
That's a convenient rationalization, but under the circumstances,
there seems to be no alternative.
- Check the heat. - Up scope.
- How hot is it up there? - 141.2 degrees.
No snow today!
Down scope.
USOS Seavíew calling Washington.
Come in, Washington.
25 hours of static in my ears! Man, l'm getting shell shock!
Now l'll say it again, loudmouth. You talk pretty big,
- behind the admiral's back! - Yeah?
Well, here's a message for you. Special delivery.
Hold it! Hold it!
Knock it off!
Break it up!
Attention!
Now, l don't know who or what started this, but the next fight ends up in the brig.
- ls that clear? - Yes, sir.
Now you two men shake hands and forget it.
Carry on.
- Question, Cap'n. - Shoot.
Are we heading for the Pacific?
l'd answer that question, Gleason, if l could. But l can't.
We certainly are heading someplace fast.
Sir? Maybe home, sir?
l can tell you this: we've been heading south for the last 25 hours.
Whether we stay on course depends on the president.
The admiral's still trying to contact him.
As for home... You'll be home with that new baby on your knee before you know it.
- But what about this burning belt, Captain? - Captaín, l've just pícked up Míamí.
- That's my home town! - Hey, what about that, huh?
- Sparks, pipe it through the ship. - Aye aye, sír.
And the news from París ís just as dísastrous.
The rísíng Seíne has overrun íts banks,
floodíng out thousands of homes ín the low-lyíng areas.
From Moscow, reports índícate a severe shortage of water,
as wells from the Ukraíne to the Steppes all dry up.
ln Chína and lndía, condítíons are chaotíc, as ríots and pestílence sweep the land.
Meanwhíle, the heat has burned líke a gíant torch across the face of Afríca.
Terror-strícken herds of wíld anímals, fleeíng from the blazíng forests to the open plaíns,
are dyíng of thírst around mud-caked water holes.
Other reports índícate that steamíng waters from the meltíng North and South Poles
are beíng sucked ínto the aír currents,
spreadíng weírd, freakísh fog banks throughout the world.
ln many areas, dense fog severely hampers vítal operatíons.
ln thís country, the blísteríng heat contínues to blaze a path of destructíon
across the Mídwest graín belt.
The rích farmland of Ameríca ís now almost a waste...
Excuse me.
- What's the matter? - Hey, what's the story, Captain?
Sparks, did we lose contact?
No, sír. The admíral ordered a news blackout.
- Hey... - All right, knock it off!
- Yes? - Sir, why did you black out the news?
A matter of morale, Captain. No news is better than bad news.
Sir, this is no time to cut the men off from the world.
There may be no world at all, Cap'n, if we don't start makíng news.
May l be excused, sir?
What was that about the fog? Do you remember?
Lee!
Simmer down. l know the admiral was rough, and l also know about maritime regulations.
lt had nothing to do with regulations. lt's a matter of common decency!
- The men have a right to know the facts. - Have a cup of coffee...
- l don't want any coffee! - Please!
You know the admiral. We've never known him to be wrong on a question of policy.
- Even if it ruins morale? - That's what he hopes to avoid!
He has a strange way of showing it!
There may be some here whose friends and loved ones
have already gone to meet their maker.
lf it is God's will that they, and we, shall die, so be it.
Ajoyous reunion can be only a brief moment away.
That's enough, Mr Alvarez.
That's more than enough. What kind of talk is this anyway?
- l only came to offer comfort. - Comfort? You offer defeatism!
This is a federal ship, and these are federal seamen.
By what right do you dare preach of imminent death?
- Of meek resignation to the inevitable? - Captain, l...
Nothing is inevitable, except defeat
for those who give up without a fight!
Keep your philosophies to yourself.
Now get forward, and stay away from my men.
As you wish, Captain.
Carry on.
Lee!
Please, don't do it!
Come in.
Yes, Cap'n?
- Still upset about that news blackout? - As a matter of fact, l am, sir.
And this man Alvarez is trying to subvert the crew.
To meet your deadline, l need fighters, not fatalists.
Then order Alvarez to keep away from the crew.
l've already done that. But, if l might suggest, sir,
it would help if you'd treat the crew as men. Let them in on your plans.
That is my intention, Captain, but at the proper time.
- Sparks. - Sír?
- What luck with Washington? - Statíc's gettíng worse, sír.
That Míamí píckup was just a freak. Now all contact's blacked out.
Very well.
- Now what? You can't reach the president... - l haven't given up.
- But the radio... - Where are we now, Cap'n?
- Sir? - Just exactly where are we?
- We're right here, sir. - Good.
Set a course close in toward Cape de São Roque.
May l ask why, sir?
Static may knock out radio, but it won't affect a telephone cable.
- Telephone cable? - Yes, Lucius. Right here.
Our mine detectors should locate it, where it crosses the continental shelf.
Have Engineering rig a tapping device.
- Then tap the cable? - lf we can't reach the president by radio,
we'll tap the cable and phone him - over the Rio to London telephone cable.
l like that, Harry.
Thank you.
- Check your mask. - Right.
Check.
- l thought l asked for volunteers. - That's right.
- A little out of character, aren't you? - Undersea work was part of my job.
All right, let's move out.
- All clear? - Clear!
Secure the hatch.
- Hatch secure. - Prepare to flood.
- Ready here. - Dívers ready.
Slow flood.
- Let's hope this works. - l wouldn't count on it.
- There's the signal. They've found it. - Where?
Right out there.
- Get Sparks. - l can't see anything but the signal.
Stand by, Sparks. They've located the cable. Should be a connection in a minute.
Aye aye, sír.
Connectíon made, Admíral.
Hello?
Hello, this is submarine Seavíew. Can anybody hear us?
Hello?
Something's coming in.
- Can you hear us? - Thís ís London. Hello?
- Thís ís London speakíng. - Can you hear me, London?
This is submarine Seavíew- Admiral Nelson.
l hear you, Seavíew. Go ahead.
Could you patch me through to Washington?
Hello? Hello? Come in, London.
Sorry, sír, not a chance. We've been out of contact wíth the States for 35 hours.
There's no answer on eíther the north or south cables.
Harry, we'll never get through.
Can you relay a call through the telephone satellite?
lmpossíble. The whole system's flooded out. London's been evacuated and...
Hello? Hello?
Come in, London. Are you there? Hello?
Break the connection, Sparks.
- Order that last man in. - Aye aye, sír.
Lee?
Oh, Lee, am l glad to see you!
Am l glad to see you!
- Well, Doc? - No ribs broken. You're very fortunate.
He's all right.
lt was a...
Thanks. lt was a perfect shot. Saved my life.
My hand was guided by the Lord.
Perhaps. But l'm glad fatalism didn't run its course.
Lee!
l'm sorry, that was uncalled for. Thanks.
This will have to be seen to. Doctor.
- Hm. Bring him to sick bay. - Please come this way.
- How are you, Romano? - ln the pink, Captain.
- Good. - You had me worried.
- l had myself worried. - Lee, are you all right?
Well, l'm still in one piece. What's the news, Admiral?
Disastrous. For all they know, there isn't any Washington. No London either.
What do we do now?
Let's get the ship under way. Then have the crew stand by for an announcement.
Aye aye, sir.
Lucius, l'm about to make the most important decision of my life, and l'd like you there.
- Connors. - Yes, sir.
- Sparks? - Sír?
- Pipe this through the ship. - Aye aye, sír.
Ready, sír.
Now hear this.
Men, this is a time for decision.
You heard the tragíc news over the cable: contact wíth Washíngton ís now ímpossíble.
Thís means we can't get presídentíal approval of my plan.
Therefore, the final decísíon must be made now.
There are only two choíces.
So, wíth hígher dírectíves unavaílable, and by the authoríty vested ín me,
l have made that final decísíon.
We are headed for the Maríanas to fire the míssíle.
Now ít's a race agaínst tíme, a countdown of only 14 days ín whích to cross half the world.
lf we are to wín that race - and we must- sacrifíces wíll become daíly oblígatíons.
The new work schedule wíll be posted ímmedíately,
and l tell you now, ít's a rough one.
Just one thíng more.
Our world faces its darkest hour.
But l am convinced that, with God's help, my plan will succeed,
and the world will survive.
That is all.
- Doctor? - Captain.
- Just checking on Alvarez. - He went forward with the doctor. Seems OK.
l wish l could say the same of some of the others.
- George Young. - Mm-hm.
l've given him a sedative. Nervous hysteria.
After all, Doctor, he just became a new father. And it's only his second trip.
lt's not a question of experience. Here's a veteran - your engineer, Lieutenant Hodges.
Lieutenant.
What seems to be your problem, Mr Hodges?
l just don't feel good, sir.
l'll be OK in an hour or so.
You try and get some rest. We'll manage.
Yes, sir.
- What happened to him? - Same thing. Hyperneurasthenia.
Your crew is like a capped oil well. When tension builds up, there's an explosion.
- But these are handpicked men! - With eyes to see and minds that question.
Oh, they know the world's probably on the brink of oblivion,
but instead of trying to get to their homes and families,
here they are, racing under the sea,
driven on by one man's wild scheme, which has no proven scientific basis.
Doctor, this is a submarine, not a nursery school.
- And the admiral's orders must be obeyed. - l wonder.
Professionally, l want to know if the admiral always behaves this way,
- this ruthless compulsion that... - Doctor. Doctor.
Excuse me.
- Where are we? - Sub's right here, skipper.
We ought to reach the...
- Engine room, what happened? - The generator's gone out, sír.
- How bad? - We're checkíng.
- All stop. - All stop, sir.
- What is it? - The generator. They're checking it.
- lt's an armature, Captaín. - How long to fix?
- Ten hours. - We can't afford to wait ten hours!
Radar and sonar are both knocked out. We can't move without 'em.
We can. The motors are OK.
As for sonar and radar, these are safe waters.
Keep moving and rush those repairs.
That's an order, Cap'n.
- All ahead two-thirds. - Ahead two-thirds.
Now get on those repairs - on the double!
Hello.
You startled me! lt's so dark in here.
l'm sorry.
Well, l'm the one that's sorry. l didn't thank you for saving Lee.
That was a very brave thing you did, risking your life to save his.
We'll all die when our time comes.
You really believe the world is coming to an end.
Yes, l do.
l had time to think about it, out there on the ice. At first, l was puzzled.
But then l began to see things clearly.
As a child, l was pledged to the Church.
But my mind was filled with doubts - enough to make me turn my back on my chosen path.
But out there, the fire burned away my doubts
and l saw the truth, crystal clear in my mind and in my heart.
- And l found peace again. - And resignation.
Has a man a right to even try to oppose God's will?
- Why should God want to destroy us? - Haven't we tried to destroy ourselves?
l don't agree with anything you say. l won't!
lt doesn't matter. Perhaps our death comes even sooner than the others.
Mines!
Lee! Mines! Mines, dead ahead!
- Hundreds of mínes! - All stop! Take over.
Aye aye, sir.
lt's caught in the searchlight casing, sir.
- All back. Dead slow. - All back. Dead slow.
- Hold it! All stop! - All stop.
We've got to clear it from the outside.
- Frogmen. - No. We're too deep.
Use the minisub and a torch. Burn through the cable.
- A minisub on all these mines?! - Can you think of a better idea?
l could two hours ago when l suggested we wait for repairs!
You made your point. The responsibility is now mine.
Aye aye, sir.
Harry, take it easy.
This is the captain.
We're in the middle of a minefield. A cable is caught on the forward searchlight.
l need two volunteers for the mínísub.
Gleason, sir. l'll go.
- Ríght, Gleason. - OK, Red. Here's your chance for thatjoyride.
Smith, sir. Count on me.
- Right, Smith. - Hey, that's young Jimmy.
Now this is a pretty touchy situation, so play it cool.
Aye aye, sir.
- Aye aye, sir. - Good luck.
Damage Patrol! Stand by!
What are your orders now, sir?
Back out of the minefield, dead slow,
then proceed with caution until the generator is fixed.
Aye aye, sir.
All back. Dead slow.
Are you all right, sir?
Huh? Yes. Yes, of course, Connors. Perfectly all right.
Are you, Harry?
Gleason was a good man.
So was young Smith.
Little Jimmy.
Look, you have no right to brood, Harry.
You had to take a gamble, otherwise your entire plan would have been wrecked!
He's right, sir. lf the generator hadn't...
- You're both very kind. Thank you. - ''Kind''! No one is being...
Hey! That's pretty good, isn't it?
Only about six hours. What do you say, Connors?
- What's that? - Nothing important.
lt seems that somebody's concerned about my health and welfare.
Yes?
Thís ís the Captaín. Please come to the síck bay, sír, at once.
- Very well. - Now what?
Let's find out.
Come along, Connors.
Hodges?
He smashed in the medicine chest to swallow these, Admiral.
He must have typed that note on my machine.
''l was to blame for the death of Gleason and Smith.''
''l sabotaged the generator''!
''Although only God knows why l did this terrible thing.''
- Sabotage... - He wasn't responsible, Admiral.
lt was a severe nervous breakdown.
That's beside the point, Doctor.
All right, Captain.
You blamed me for the death of Gleason and Smith,
but here is positive proof that those men were victims, not of my impatience,
but of deliberate sabotage. Any comments?
Yes, sir. Sabotage might be just the beginning.
You're driving my crew to the point of exhaustion, possibly even rebellion.
These are men, not machines!
lf they break down, we'll never meet your deadline.
We'll meet it because we have to meet it.
l'm not worried that your men can't take it. They can.
But l am concerned about your alternative - rebellion.
l found this note in my cabin, just a few minutes ago.
''lf you continue your lunatic project, you'll never live to see it completed.''
Hodges'll never see it completed.
He won't bother you anymore.
l'm not so sure that he did. These notes were not typed on the same machine.
Double the security guard.
All men off duty restricted to quarters.
Until proved otherwise, everyone is suspect.
- Lee? Don't turn against the admiral. - l'm not turning against anybody.
Oh, Lee, let's not argue. Please?
Not now.
Lieutenant?
There ís something you can do to help.
Take this note sent to the admiral. Run a test sample on all the typewriters.
l don't have to. The dot's off the small í- this was typed on my machine.
- ln the admiral's office, Cathy? - Yes.
- Captain, may l speak freely? - Please do.
You're so concerned for your crew, you're overlooking other danger signs.
Admiral Nelson's becoming a textbook case.
Taciturnity, combined with anxiety, high irritability,
- and now, perhaps, delusions of persecution. - Delusions?
The admiral could have typed that threatening note.
- Susan! How can you consider such a thing? - Cathy.
Thanks very much for your diagnosis, Dr Hiller.
The admiral ís showing signs of strain...
However, l'm sure he's in command of his senses.
l hope so. We still have a long way to go.
Fire in the admiral's cabin! Lee! The admiral's cabin!
- Step up the air in the ventilators! - Lee! Lee! lt's not smoke.
Look up here. lt's gas!
Surface!
Ship off the port side,sir.
Glasses.
Looks becalmed.
On the ship!
Do you read me?
On the ship!
Do you read me?
Shall l send out a boat, sir?
We can't proceed until we ventilate anyway.
Very well.
Rescue team, up and out on the double.
Check forward. Check aft.
Let's go.
Dead. They're all dead!
Let's go.
- What'd you see out there? - Dead men. Dead men on a dead ship.
- Ain't it about time we went home? - Yeah. You've all got families, haven't you?
- Well? How about it? - All right, leave it to me.
- Yes, Lieutenant? - lt's a complete derelict, sir.
Just four days out of Honolulu. Everyone's dead - the heat, no water...
We found this in the bar. lt's The Hawaíían Tímes. lt's dated last Thursday.
l've been asked to speak for some of the crew, sir.
- What is it, Kowski? - We've been feeling this way for days, but...
Well, l guess that dead ship brought it to a head.
- Brought what to a head? - Sir, the men feel, if it's the end coming,
they ought to be spending their last hours with their wives and families.
Now we respectfully demand, sir, that you take us back home.
l see. Well, may l remind all of you that this is a government ship.
Demands made by a crewman or an officer could be considered mutiny.
Shall l so consider it?
- Well, speak up! - Captain... As a civilian, may l say a word?
The world may end at any minute now.
At such a time, these men have a right to choose where to die and with whom.
- Listen... - Just a minute, Captain.
Mr Alvarez makes a valid point.
l do not believe the world is ending.
lf l did, l'd be heading for home myself.
But in fairness to everyone, there is some recent news
that may have a bearing on your decision.
lt comes from a Honolulu newspaper, found on the derelict yacht.
The headline reads ''World Subs Ordered To Stop Seavíew From Firing Missile.''
So, in addition to all our other problems, we are now a hunted ship,
and we may never get a chance to fire the missile.
This in no way alters my plans.
This ship will hold its course.
But, in view of this news and, uh, your request,
the men who want to go home may do so, on that yacht.
l think you're fools to try it,
but l'll supply sufficient water and food to give you a fighting chance.
Admiral, if we're to meet your deadline to the Marianas, it's madness to split this crew.
- ln view of the threat of mutiny... - lt's not mutiny yet.
Your challenge was not taken up by the men.
Our trouble stems from the fanatical desire on the part of some of them to go home.
l'd rather have a small crew than risk further sabotage.
- Admiral... - Enough, Captain.
Men, you have 15 minutes to make your decision.
Please have any in the sick bay that want to go placed aboard the yacht.
One of you doctors better go along. The other, stay.
Dr Jamieson, l would say that this looks like ajob for you.
- Yes, sir. - Get the supplies rolling, Cap'n.
Excuse me.
- All clear on deck! - Very well. Captain, take her down.
- Take her down. 100 feet. - 100 feet. Flood negative.
- Are you all right, Admiral? - Perfectly all right, thanks to Crane.
Well, Mr Alvarez, l see you decided to stay with us.
Stay or go, what's the difference? What's to be will be.
- That guy gets on my nerves. - Cheerful, isn't he?
Stern's under. Deck's awash.
- Full speed ahead, Cap'n. - One moment, sir.
Lieutenant, l ask you take official note of my protest against the admiral's actions.
- Actions? - Yes, sir.
Despite my objection, you encouraged desertion.
l can't argue with that. You're within your rights to record a protest.
But, Lieutenant, you can also record this.
Desertion or not, we're better off without a murderer on board.
The note l found was no idle warning. That fire in my cabin was deliberately set.
Begging your pardon, sir.
Romano.
Fire detail found a cigar burning on the floor, sir.
- Meaning l was smoking in bed? - Apparently, sir.
''Apparently, sir''? Except, l ran out of cigars before l went to bed.
Lieutenant, file the captain's report, then have my cabin cleaned up.
l'm going to check supplies.
For more cigars.
Delusions are typical in cases like this.
- l'll be in my quarters. - Aye aye, sir.
Yes?
Hi. Buy you a cup of coffee?
- Look, Lee, l... - Now, wait. Waitjust a minute.
l appreciate your blind loyalty to the admiral.
l felt that way too, until his lunatic actions began to follow a pattern.
- ''Lunatíc actions''? - All right, is this rational?
No search for survivors on lce Floe Delta.
Crash-dived in New York with police on deck.
Sent a minisub into a minefield, killing two of my men.
- Well, he had to take the chance... - Drove a fine officer to sabotage and suicide.
Produced a threatening note, probably written by himself.
Then he dreamed up a murder attempt, which was his smoking in bed!
- l believe him. - And now he approves of desertion,
when we desperately need every able-bodied man on this sub.
- Lord knows what he'll do next. - Or what you'll do next. ls that it?
''Procedure under which a subordinate officer may relieve a superior of his command.''
- That's just in case. - Of what?
l decide the admiral is irresponsible.
lrresponsible?!
So what are you going to do about the missile? lt has to be fired.
Why? lf the admiral's crazy, his plan is crazy, too.
The UN thought so. They've got subs out looking for us.
Well, Professor Emery believes in it!
l'm sorry,
but until l say so, the matter's closed.
Sir.
Less than eight degrees to Dr Zucco's burnout point.
165...
Well, let's hope he's right.
Hang it up.
- What's our position? - Guam's due south of us, sir.
Just 12 miles to target.
- Yes? - This is the captain.
- We're 12 míles and 50 mínutes to zero. - Missile ready for firing?
- All ready, sír. - l'll speak to the ship.
- Sparks! Pipe the admiral through the ship. - Aye aye, sir.
Go ahead, sír.
This is the admiral. The missile is primed,
and in exactly 49 minutes it will be fired.
Shortly thereafter, we should know if our long voyage across the world has been justifíed.
With luck, we'll soon be on our way home.
That is all.
- Connors, we're all out of aspirin here. - Oh, l'm sorry, sir. l'll get some.
- Susan, where's the aspirin? - Top drawer over there.
Thank you.
- Lucius, what happened to you?! - Oh, nothing.
Got too close to one of my sharks. You know Bessie.
- Will he be all right, Doctor? - lt's not serious, Admiral.
l thought Bessie was a friend of y...
- Lieutenant, you should be on duty. - Not me, sir. l'm beat.
- Aren't we all? Get forward. - Sorry, sir.
As a sick man, l take my orders from the doctor.
Sick? ln my judgment, you're faking.
With due respect, sir, yourjudgment's been rocky lately.
Why, you goldbricking pipsqueak!
What brought that on?
- Come on, tell him. - l don't know, uh...
What do you mean, you don't know? Tell him.
First the doctor tells me to rest, then the admiral orders me back to duty, then... pow!
Doctor, l request you certify the admiral as irresponsible - if you agree.
- What? - l certainly do, Captain.
Master-at-arms? Sick bay, on the double!
Hold it, sir. lt was all my fault. l was disrespectful.
- Captain, you can't arrest the admiral. - Of course not.
Any other decision would be dangerous for everybody.
That missile's scheduled to be fired at four o'clock. Are you still going to permit this?
l guarantee the admiral's plan is sound.
Dr Zucco and our finest scientific minds don't agree.
- Dr Zucco... - l'm going to warn him.
Lieutenant. Confine yourself to your quarters. That's an order.
Follow me.
Yes?
Dr Hiller, it's the admiral. ls the captain still there?
He's just gone forward, Admíral.
Sir.
Sir, l deeply regret this, but under federal regulation
249, governíng conduct on the hígh seas,
l am forced to relieve you of your command.
- Arrest? - Not arrest, sir. l'm placing you on sick list.
- And if l refuse? - l'm afraid you have no choice.
l must also inform you l've decided not to fire the missile.
- Lee... - Most of the scientists agree
the fire will burn itself out at 173 degrees. l'll wait and see.
You must fire the míssíle at 4:00 or we lose the angle of trajectory!
- Detail! - Captaín, thís ís Sonar.
Unidentified fast propellers bearing 090,
about 2,000 yards astern.
They've found us.
Torpedo approachíng to starboard!
Left full rudder! Battle stations!
Take off.
Sparks, contact that sub and tell them we're not firing the missile.
Sonar! Switch pickup into the PA.
- Battle stations! Battle stations! - Battle stations! Move!
Phew! Too close.
- Sparks, can't you reach that sub? - There's no answer, sír.
- Rig for attack! Ready torpedoes! - No, no! We can't fire on a UN sub.
We've got to make a run for it.
Torpedoes approaching starboard!
Left full rudder.
- We're a sitting duck. Dive! - l'm giving orders on this ship.
l'm not challenging that, but l built this ship!
We can take the pressure of the Mariana Trench. That sub can't.
Dive, Lee. Dive, for heaven's sake!
Dive! Dive!
- 400 feet. - 400.
600.
800.
- 1200 feet. - 1200.
- 1400 feet. - 1400.
- 2300 feet. - 2300.
2400.
- 2500 feet. - 2500.
- Torpedoes approaching port side! - Right full rudder!
Fools! They'd better get up fast.
- 3,200 feet. - She'll blow!
All stop! Check for damage.
Damage Patrol, make checks!
Fire detail! On the double!
- Return to stations. - Return to stations!
- Full emergency power! - Full emergency power!
All full!
Cap'n, we're picking up something else - real close.
- Well, it can't be another sub. - Not at this depth.
Lee! What the...?!
Power room! Reactors up full! Shoot a charge through the hull.
Aye aye, sír.
lt must give way.
- Full emergency power! - Full emergency power!
lt's breaking loose!
That did it, Lee.
- All ahead full. - All ahead full.
Now what happened?
Power room. Power room.
- Power room! Power room! - No answer?
Negative.
Control room. What happened to the reactors?
- Don't know, sír. They just quít. - l'll find out myself.
lf you píck up a fatal dose of radíatíon, ít glows red.
You gotta stop the admíral. He'll destroy the world.
Doctor! What were you doing in there?
Making sure you don't reach your target position by 4:00.
So you were the saboteur!
- Control room! Switch to auxiliary - fast! - Aye aye, sír. Movíng on batteríes, sír.
- Very well. What's the temperature reading? - 173.2, and the fire's stíll burníng.
l knew it. Zucco was wrong. There was no burnout point.
- Stand by to fire. - Aye aye, sír.
Sail camera, prepare to track missile.
Saíl camera on. Míssíle room, stand by. Number eíght tube.
- Standíng by. - Target posítíon, ten mínutes.
Thís ís the míssíle room. Hatch openíng now.
We made it, Alvarez. We'll fire that missile on time.
l think not, Admiral.
- Alvarez! - No man has a right to challenge God's will.
Have you gone completely mad?! Put down that bomb!
Man has sown the seeds of sin. Now he will reap the whirlwind.
Everybody stand still. Lieutenant, get away from the missile button.
Don't move, Admiral.
Hold it!
Attention, everyone.
This is Alvarez. l have a bomb.
- A bomb?! - lf anybody tríes to fire the míssíle,
l'll blow up the shíp.
Captaín Crane, wherever you are, see that no one ínterferes.
- Cathy. - Commodore, where's Lee?
Come on. We have no time to lose. We must find him.
Oh! Lee!
What's the matter? Hey, what's the matter, my boy?
- What happened? - Alvarez has a bomb.
He's holding the ship at bay.
We've only got a few minutes, and the missile's got to be fired.
Alvarez is covering the control room.
- There must be some other way. - You go to your quarters.
Only eight more minutes, Admiral, and it will be too late for you to do anything.
Diving gear. On the double!
- Which hatch is open? - Number eight, sir, just under the bridge.
Alvarez, for heaven's sake, man, come to your senses!
- lf the missile isn't fired in six minutes, we... - lt won't be.
God's will is written across the heavens.
Alvarez, are you saying
that man must accept destruction, even though it's in his power to avert it?
lt's not for us to judge, Admiral.
Freeze!
Not to judge, maybe. But we can reason.
lf God ordains that man should die without a fight,
then why does he give us the will to live?
Your time's run out, Admiral.
This is the admiral. Surface! Surface!
Surface! Surface!
- You did it. - Lucius, we did it.
Admiral, sir?
- Lieutenant. - Thank you, sir.
- Good luck, lad. - Thank you.
- Lucius... - Admiral.
Lee.
- Full speed for home, Lee. - Aye aye, sir.
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