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                                THE HUNT FOR RED OCTOBER



                                       Written by

                               Larry Ferguson & Tom Clancy






          ON A BLACK SCREEN, THE FOLLOWING CRAWL:

          MOSCOW, 17 JULY 1991. THE KREMLIN

          ANNOUNCED THE 'RETIREMENT' OF

          MIKAHIL, GORBACHEV AS WELL AS

          POLITBURO MEMBERS YAVOLEV,

          MENDVENDEV AND BIRKOVO.

          DEFENSE MINISTER ULINOV ASSUMED

          THE ROLE OF CHAIRMAN. KGB HEAD

          LIGACHEV BECAME PREMIER VOWING

          "A RESTORATION OF DISCIPLINE."

          WESTERN LEADERS BRACED FOR

          A NEW ROUND OF COLD WAR.

          FOUR MONTHS LATER...   
                         

                         

                         FADE IN

          A BARREN LANDSCAPE
          beneath slate-grey sky. Frigid rock and stunted trees fall to an
          ice-choked coast. Congealed sea on a desolate beach.

          MARKO ALEXANDROVICH RAMIUS
          bare-headed in cold wind, studies the inclement coast. Bottomless
          eyes move slowly across the landscape, missing nothing.

          SUPER: POLWARNY INLET
          Soviet Submarine Base on the Barents Sea
          500 mi north of Murmansk
          Ramius wears a tar black winter uniform of Captain First Rank in
          the Soviet Navy. Behind him, out of sight, someone SPEAKS:

                         VOICE (OS)
          Cold this morning, Captain.
          Ramius shivers. When he replies, he speaks not about the weather,
          but of the land:

                         RAMIUS
          It is cold.

                         (BEAT)-
          And hard.
          Turning his back on the icy coast, Ramius smi-I fondly at the man
          who just spoke to him

          CAPTAIN SECOND., RANK VASILY BORODIN
          Ramius' executive officer, also in black uniform. Borodin's rigged
          with a mike. , Brass .buttons gambol in his Nubian cap like money.

                         RAMIUS (CONT'D)
          e your head a bit. No need to
          crowd him.

                         BORODIN

                         (INTO MIKE)
          Come left three degrees. Make your
          course three-four-zero. Sonar, let
          me know when we pass fifty, fathoms.
          A HELMSMAN responds on a SPEAKER in the SAIL. Nautical CROSS
          TALK. Orders GIVEN and AFFIRMED. Pulling back, Ramius and
          Borodin are revealed standing atop

                         

                         

                         

                         

          THE RED OCTOBER
          a huge submarine, trading a gigantic rudder a hundred yards aft
          her sail. A patrol BOAT and ICEBREAKER escort her to sea. On
          SPEAKERS in the SAIL:

                         HELMSMAN (VO)
          Captain, political off=er Putin requests
          permission to come to the bridge.

                         RAMIUS

                         (GLANCING AT

                         BORODIN)
          Granted.

                         BORODIN
          (under his breath)
          Think of it, Comrade.. .son of only a
          humble mM worker...

                         RAMIUS
          Quiet as grass, Vastly. Quiet as grass.
          (louder, turning)
          Good morning, Comrade political off=er

          IVAN YURIEVICH PUTIN
          block-faced, forties, pink-necked, political officer assigned to Red
          October, clambers through the hatch into the air, wheezing:

                         PUTIN
          Ah,, Captain, every time I climb that
          ladder, I realize what an over-fed
          ox rve become.
          Put in smiles. Ramius smiles back, but his eyes are cold. Suddenly,
          there's not a lot of Lave on the bridge:

                         PUTIN (CONT'D)

                         (EXPANSIVELY)
           Such a glorious day. So exciting to
          h t ally put the land behind us and
          be on our way.

                         (TO RAMIUS)
          Bourgeois of me, I know, but my
          enthusiasm at being chosen polidcica].
          officer on this historic mission Its
          me with pride.

                         (BEAT)
          Me, a man of such humble birth, whose
          father was only a mill. worker. Think
          of it, comrades, a mill worker.
          Borodin CHUCKLES. Putin stares at him. Borodin covers with a

                         

                         

                         

                         
          COUGH. Putin keeps starring. Flushed, Borodin looks away. Putin
          turns porcine eyes on Ramius:

                         PUTIN (CONT'D)

                         (TURNING)
          Your father was a Lithuanian, was
          he not, Captain?

                         RAMIUS
          You know he was.

                         PU TIN
          I knew a Lithuanian once...
          His words hang like rotten fru

                         PUTIN (CONT'D)
          ...though I'm sure your father was
          nothing like him. Pefmisrdon to go
          below?
          Smirking, Putin leaves. Ramius watches him go. SPEAKERS in the

                         SAI :

                         HELMSMAN (VO)
          Conn to bridge, sonar reports we are
          crossing sixty fathoms.

                         BORODIN
          it's time, Captain.
          St M dealing with Putin's exit, Ramius turns away from the hatch,
          contemplating the shore. After a beat, softly:.

                         RAMIUS
          We go.

                         BORO DIN
          (into the headset)
          Clear the bridge! Prepare to dive.
          Captain coming below. Of cer of
          the deck, make signal to escort:.
          Ramius and. Borodin disappear. Red October prepares to dive. All
          that remains is icy .sea and the Sand. Then, faintly at first, from
          the frozen coast:

          A RED ARMY CHORUS
          rises into the swirling sky. It seems to come from everywhere, the
          rocks, the trees, the sea itself. Red October dives. The screen
          fades to black and a giant title appears:

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         KRASNY OKTOBR

          THE HUNT FOR RED OCTOBER
          CHORUS BOOMS. Male VOICES ring in thundering tribute to the
          heart and soul of mother Russia. Credits keep rolling. Then, from

                         THE DARKNESS

                         A LITHOGRAPH
          of John Paul Jones fighting the Serapis appears. It's on the wall. in
          a cluttered study. Books crowd every bit of space. Photos, models
          and nautical memorabilia, everywhere.

          THROUGH A WINDOW
          an English suburb in drizzling rain. Red Army CHORUS SINGS
          SOFTLY. In a driveway, a late model ROVER waits, lights on,
          engine running. At a messy desk

                         JACK RYAN
          early-thirties, good-Looking, disheveled and harried, stuffs papers
          into a brief case. Slamming it shut, he reaches for his raincoat.

                         BEHIND HIM

          A LITTLE GIRL
          appears in the doorway. Her name is Sally. She's Ryan's
          daughter. Wearing a nightgown with butterflies on it, she's
          carrying a well-worn Koala bear:

                         SALLY
          Daddy?

                         RYAN

                         (TURNING)
          Hey.., What are you doing up?
          You're suppose to be sleeping.

                         SALLY
          I can't.
          Kneeing beside: her, Ryan talks in a steady unpatronizing way. He
          loves her to death:

                         RYAN
          What's the matter?

                         SALLY
          Where are you going?

                         RYAN
          I have to go on a business trip and you
          have to go to sleep or when you grow up
          you'll only be two inches tall.

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         SALLY
          Stanley keeps waking me up.
          Stanley is Sally's bear. Ryan talks to it like it was alive.
          it makes Sally grin.

                         RYAN
          What's the matter, Stanley? Are you
          nuts or something?

                         SALLY
          He's not, nuts. He's lonely.

                         (SLYLY)
          He needs a brother. If he had a brother
          then he could go to sleep better.
          Before Ryan can answer, a ravishing woman in her ..late-twenties
          marches into the study. She is

                         MARGARET RYAN
          English, intelligent features, in tweed suit and raincoat. A matronly
          woman hovers in the doorway behind her:

                         MARGARET
          We are never going to make it.

                         RYAN
          Just a minute. -

                         (TN SALLY)
          Daddy has to go, cricket. You and
          Stanley go upstairs with Mrs. Wheeler
          and go straight to sleep. When I'm
          away, I'll see if I can find Stanley
          a brother.

                         SALLY
          Promise?

                         RYAN

                         CUT TO:

                         THE ROVER
          pulling to a curb in driving rain at Heathrow. Red Army CHORUS
          SWELLS. Leaping out, Ryan grabs luggage and races to the
          driver's side. Margaret pulls his face through the window.

                         RYAN
          I'm all wet.

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         MARGARET

                         (KISSING HIM)
          You're sexy when you're wet.

                         RYAN

                         (GRINNING)
          I'm gonna miss you.

                         MARGARET
          Get out of here, Yank. Or Ml
          tear you limb from limb.

                         (HE STARTS)
          Wait! I got you these. They'Il
          help you sleep on the plane.
          She has a bottle of piUs in her hand. He squints at it, shaking his
          head in the pouring rain:

                         RYAN
          Won't do me any good ---

                         MARGARET
          Jack.

                         RYAN

                         (SHEEPISH)
          OK. I ll try.
          Taking the pil3s, he kisses her again. All of a sudden, he wants to
          climb inside, park someplace and steam the windows. Her smile is

                         ALL KNOWING:

                         " MARGARET
          You only have three minutes.

                         RYAN

                         (GIG)
          Hey.. If I'm lucky, might miss the
          damn plane altogether.

          CUT TO-0- -
          seated beneath the only light in a dark cabin. Engines HUM.
          Turbulence RATTLES a TEACUP. A STEWARDESS appears, smiling
          down at him:

                         STEWARDESS
          Can I get you anything, sir?

                         RYAN

                         ' (LYING)
          I'm fine. Thank you.

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         STEWARDESS
           Why don't you try to sleep? The
          l f ight will go much faster.

          RYAN..
          I can't seem to sleep on planes.
          It's the turbulence.

                         STEWARDESS
          Pardon?

                         RYAN

                         (SWALLOWING)
          Turbulence. You know. When solar
          radiation heats the earth's crust.
          Warm air rises. Cool air descends.
          Turbulence. I don't like it.

                         STEWARDESS
          Are you a scientist?

                         RYAN
          No. I just read a lot of books.

                         STEWARDESS
          Well, try and get some sleep anyway.
          She leaves. Wide awake, Ryan stares out the window at the
          spinning dark. Red Army CHORUS BOOMS.

                         CUT TO:

                         RYAN
          humping his suitcase into a giant terminal at the end of a long line
          of travelers. Above the line, a sign:

          U.S. CUSTOMS

          DU:LLES INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT

          WASHINGTON, D.C.

          A GUY IN SUNGLASSES
          moves down, the line, stopping beside Ryan:

                         I

                         SUNGLASSES

                         (RESPECTFTAY)
          Mr. Ryan?
          Exhausted, Ryan nods. CHORUS SWELLS. Sunglasses takes Ryan's
          bags.

          CUT TO:.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          A BLACK LIIKO
          gliding to a stop at the security kiosk outside a suburban office
          compound. Sign over the compound's entrance:

          CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE AGENCY

          CHORUS PEAKS.

                         END CREDITS

                         CUT TO:

          ADMIRAL JAMES GREER
          sixties; a mane of white hair, in three piece suit, CIA direcbor of
          naval intelligence, looking up from behind a mahogany desk:

                         GREER
          Jack, boy. Get yourself in here.

                         (SQUHTUNG)
          Jesus. You look like hell.

                         RYAN

                         (EGG)
          Thanks, Admiral.

                         GREER
          Come on over here and sit down.
          You want coffee?

                         RYAN
          I think I need ooffiae.
          Ryan perches on the couch. Greer pours Ryan takes it in
          both hands, coaling it with his breath.

                         GREER
          I'm not gonna ask you how your
          11 flight was. When's the last time
          you slept? --

                         RYAN

                         (EYEING WATCH)
          Don't know. This thing is still on
          London time.

                         GREER
          How's Margaret?

                         RYAN
          Fine. She sends you her best.

                         GREER
          And Sally? What is she now, three?

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         RYAN
          A very precocious five. A week
          ago she announced her life would
          be a loot less lonely if Margaret
          and I would buy her a baby brother.

                         GREER

                         (SMILING)
          Where you gonna do that?
          Ryan grins. Greer eyes him fondly. Putting down his coffee, Ryan
          opens his br efse.

                         GREER (CONT'D)
          All right, what's important enough
          to get you on a . plane in the middle
          of the night?

          JUMP CUT TO:

          A PAIR OF PHOTOGRAPHS
          dropping onto the tihle in front of Greer. They show the bow and
          stern of a submarine in dry dock. From the size of the construction
          crey, it's obvious the boat is huge.

                         RYAN
          British Intelligence received these
          two days ago. She's the Red October.
          The Soviet's newest typhoon.

                         GREER
          Jesus. The Brits actually got a man
          into the construction shed?

                         RYAN

                         (DROPPING MORE

                         PHOTOS)
          This pair was digitally enhanced for
          line resolution. This one for color.

                         RYAN
          Twelve meters longer than the normal
          typhoon, three meters wider. The
          captain's name is Ramixts.

                         GREER
          One of yours?

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         RYAN
          Yes, sir. I did the bio on him last
          year. He's taken out the lead boat in
          each new sub class for ten years. Fairly
          good political connections. He's also
          trained most of their attack boat skippers.
          They can him the Vilnius schoolmaster.
          Greer studies one of the photos with a magnifying glass. Something
          captures his attention:

                         GREER
          What are these doors?

                         RYAN
          The doors, Admiral, are the problem.
          I don't know what they are and neither
          do the English.

                         (SIPPING CAFFEE)
          it's just pole our friends at the
          Ustinov Design Bureau have come up
          with something new.

                         (BEAT)
          With your permission, I'd like to show
          these to someone. Do you know Skip Tyler?

                         GREER
          Sub driver. Did he get hurt or something?

                         RYAN

                         (NODDING)
          He was Captain on an attack boat. Got
          clipped by a drunk driver and lost a leg.
          Now he's teaching at the Academy and
          doing some consulting for Underwater
          Systems Command.

                         GREER

                         GREER
          When .do you want to talk to him?

                         RYAN
          Right now if it's OX with you? 've.
          never met him personally, but -

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         GREER
          I'll take care of it.

                         (PICKING UP

                         THE PHONE)
          Margie, have a car for Dr. Ryan at
          the front gate in tan. minutes.
          Ryan retrieves his photographs. Getting Up, Greer watches him,
          choosing his words carefully:

                         GREER (CONT'D)
          One of our satellites caught Red October
          in Polijarny Inlet this morning.

                         RYAN

                         (SHOCKED)
          They shouldn't have been sea ready
          for weeks.
          Ryan closes his case. Greer walks him to the door:

                         GREER
          Relax, son. The Navy's got a Las Angeles
          c'la'ss sittJng right off their doorstep.
          In a few days we'll know everything
          about her but the wok's name.

                         RYAN
          Well, In that case --

                         (GRINNING)
          Can you tell me where I can buy a
          bear?

                         GREER
          For Sally?

                         (RYAN NODS)
          Same place you buy a baby brgther,
          I guess.

                         CUT TO:

          A BANSHEE WAIL
          in blackness. The groan of a primordial beast echoing in the dark,
          followed by a deep vibration that rattles bones and shatters
          eardrums.
          The black screen is moving. A massive cylinder glides over the top
          of us like a giant spaceship, outlined by flashes of e1ectxic-blue
          phosphorenscence.

          SUPER: USS DALLAS
          Los Angeles Class Attack Sub
          50 mks west of Polijarny Inlet

                         DEPTH: 400 FEET

                         

                         

                         

                         

          ON THE DALLAS
          in the sonar shack, a state of the art sonar display glows blue.
          High tech graphics pinpoint movements in deep water beyond the
          hull..

          SEAMAN SECOND CLASS RONALD JONES
          listens to a headset and eyeballs the display. A college dropout
          with a genius IQ, Jones is the kind of guy who likes tossing dead
          cats into crowded cathedrals.

          SEAMAN CHARLES BEAUMONT
          unruly red hair, a minion freckles and a wary smile, sits beside
          Jones. On SPEAKERS in the bulkhead, the PRIMORDIAL HOWL
          again, MUFFLED, clued with NOISE TRANSIENTS:

                         JONES

                         HEAR I

                         BEAUMONT
          No. Maybe. It's buried in...

                         JONES

                         (LEADING)
          Yes?

                         BEAUMONT
          Surface clutter? I should go to SAPS?

                         JONES
          Correct, Seaman Beaumont. Surface
          Affects Processing. There is hope for
          your small brain yet.

                         (BEAUMONT GRINS)
          And like Mozart at Saltzburg, you have
          labored to produce...

                         (ANOTHER HOWL)
          hiclocdc.

                         BEAUMONT

                         JONES
          A whale, Beaumont. A whale. A marine
          mammal that knows a fuck of a lot more
          about sonar than you do.
          Beaumont frowns. Appearing in the sonar shack door, directly

                         BEHIND JONES

                         THE COB
          Chief of the Boat, a barrel-chested bear, smiles at Beaumont:

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         COB
          He gets to raggin you too bad, kid,
          you can always ask him about Pavarattt..
          Jones sinks into his chair. Beaumont grins. Sea story coming.
          From the look on Jones' face, it promises to be a good one:

                         BEAUMONT
          Tell me, Chief.

                         COB
          (taking his time)
          Well, Jonesy here, he's a music freak,
          right? And he figures this sonar system
          is basically just a big old 300 million
          ddllar stereo unit. So he gets this
          piece of Pavarmt3i --

                         JONES
          it was Paganini.

                         COB
          Whatever. It's this piece of music he
          likes so much he wants to share it,
          right? So he re-wires the computer and
          figures how to put it in the water with
          a gigawatt of juice behind it.

                         (BEAT)
          Now, the Captain, he don't much care.
          But about twenty-one boats out of San
          Diego, including one way out at Pearl,
          starts hearing Pavarotti Doming out their
          ass. Jonesy has turned the whole fucking
          Pacific Ocean into a stereo speaker.

                         (LAUGHING)
          And all of a sudden we got an Admiral
          in the middle of it and we're writing
          reports out the yang yang.
          Beaumont's LAUGHS. Even Jones sm Ies. Then, a flashing light on
          the. sonar display catches his eye. He starts flipping switches.
          Beaumont sobers:: up:

                         BEAUMONT
          What should I --

                         JONES
          Be sti 1, I got it.
          Jones works in silence, then punches the intervom:

                         JONES
          Conn, sonar.

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         VOICE

                         (ON INTERCOM)
          Captain, aye. What is it Jonesy?

                         JONES
          Distant contact, submerged bearing zero-
          nine-seven. It's a wild guess, but I'd
          say we had a Boomer headed out of the barn.

          IN THE COMMAND CENTER
          forward of sonar, sailers drive the ship beneath a maze of pipes and
          equipment. At the center of the Conn, surrounded by fire control,
          quartermaster, helm :

          CAPTAIN BARTOLOMO MANCUSO
          skipper of the DaZa, early-forties, muscular body encased in a blue
          jumpsuit, works the intercom on the periscope plat6arm:

                         MANCUSO
          Start a plot, Jonesy. IM be there
          in a second.
          Leaving the deck, Mancuso glances at his executive offker

          LIEUTENANT PHIL THOMPSON
          thirties, dark complected, standing at fire control:

                         MANCUSO (CONT'D)
          I'91 be in sonar, PhiL

                         IN SONAR
          Jones is already working on the plot. In font of him on the sonar
          display, the flashing light is starting to move. Mancuso sticks his
          head in.

                         MANCUSO
          What do you have?

                         CUT TO:

                         RAMIUS
          in Red October's Conn. Much larger than the control center on the
          Dallas. Leaving the deck, Ramius heads aft, glancing at Borodin:

                         RAMIUS
          When you see Putin, tell him that when
          it's convenient, 191 be in my stateroom.
          Leaving the Conn, Ramius enters

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         A HALLWAY
          Moving past a radio compartment on his left, Ramius stops at a door,

                         ENTERING THE

                         CAPTAIN'S STATEROOM
          C3osing the door behind him, Ramius turns into the room.
          Surprised, he sees

                         PU TIN
          seated at a desk, reading a bible. Startled, Putin looks up:

                         RAMIUS
          What are you doing?

                         PT TIN
          It's my responsibility to oversee the
          stability of the crew, Captain. You
          know that.

                         RAMIUS
          And you accomplish this by searching
          through my papers and invading my
          privacy?

                         PUTIN
          There is no such thing as privacy in
          the Soviet Union, Comrade. It's
          antithetical to the oal]ective good.
          Suppressing his anger, Ramius moves to a locker, changing into
          dungarees. He can fiee]. Putin's weasel eyes crawling up and down
          his back. Holding the bible, Put in muses:

                         PUTIN (CONT'D)
          You. surprise me, Captain. A man in your
          position reading trash about the end of
          the world.

                         (READING)
          "I am coming soon. I will give to each
          according to his deeds. I am the
          beginning and the end."

                         (GLANCING UP)
          Did you underline these passages?

                         RAMIUS
          The book belonged to my wife. I
          keep it only for sentimental value.

                         PUTIN
          Your wife was a beautiful woman. A
          tragedy her life was cut so short.

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         RAMIUS

                         (TURNING)
          I assure you, Comrade. There's
          nothing wrong with my mind.

                         PUTIN
          (trying to joke)
          Given the amount of fire power on Red
          October, I'm sure the whole world will.
          breathe a cm1 eotive sigh of relief.

                         RAMIUS

                         (LKE ICE)
          How many more agents does the KGB
          have on my boat?

                         PUTIN

                         (STANDING)
          Captain, this is not your boat. It
          belongs to the Union of the Soviet
          Socialist Republics. You would be
          well advised to remember that.

                         (RAMIUS BLANCHES)
          Anyway, I am only a political odfioer.
          If the KGB has an agent on board,
          I would be the last to know.

                         RAMIUS
          I suggest we open our orders.

                         PUTIN
          As you wish.
          There's a safe on the wall. Ramius spins the combination. Inside,
          another safe with four locks. Both Ramius and Putin have keys.
          Inside the second safe, a large envelope.
          it has an ornate. scarlet seal, marked 'Top Secret'. Ramius cracks
          the seeal, removing four pages of operation orders. Glancing at
          Putin; he reads:

                         RAMIUS
          We are to proceed to grid 54-90 and
          rendezvous with the Akula submarine,
          Konovalov.

                         PUTIN
          Captain Tupalev's boat.

                         RAMIUS
          You know Tupolav?

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         PU TIN
          I know that he is descended from a long
          line of aril rats and that he was a
          student of yours. it is rumored, he
          has no love in his heart for you. Why
          is that?
          Ramius pours two cups of steaming tea from a silver pot on a
          serving tray, offering it to Putin.. Putin takes the cup.

                         RAMIUS
          There is no room in Tupolev's heart
          for anyone or anything except Tupolev.

                         (READING)
          Having made contact, we are ordered
          to run a series of drfl1 . Tupolev
          w2l hunt us while we test our ship.
          Putting down his tea, Putin stands, suddenly formal, awkwardly

                         OBSEQUIOUS:

                         PUTIN
          Captain, this is an historic moment
          for all. of us. I should like to make
          a request.

                         RAMIUS
          Before you do, I want to talk to you
          about something important.

                         PUTIN

                         (NOT HEARING)
          I know that it is not aooording to
          protocxrl, but would you permit me to
          post the orders and inform the crew
          of our mission?

                         RAMIUS

                         (RESIGNED)
          As you wash, Comrade.
          Putin grins, heading for the door. He never makes it. In a sudden
          violent motion,, Ramius kicks Putin's left leg from under him.
          Surprised, the; big man tumbles sideways.
          Leaping to his feet, Ramius catches Putin, slamming him into a
          headlock, driving his thick neck downward, CRACKING his SKULL
          in the SHARP corner of the DESK.
          Putin gags. Cupping his chin, Ramius forces his entire bulk onto
          the man's chest. Putin struggles. His eyes bulge. Ramius strains,
          using all of his strength until..

                         

                         

                         

                         

          PUTIN'S NECK SHATTERS
          and his face goes slack. With surprising gentleness, Ramius lowers
          the shuddering body to the deck. Carefully, he checks the pulse in
          Putin's neck. Dying, Putin stares into Ramius' face.

                         RAMIUS (CONT'D)
          I an sorry my friend. But it is
          cyear to me now. Where I would
          walk, you cannot fallow.
          Whatever his destination, Putin's on his way. Getting up, Ramius
          goes to the desk. Returning with the teapot, he drenches the body
          with scalding tea.
          Replacing the pot on the tray, Ramius puts the orders in a
          wastebasket and sets them on are. Removing a duplicate set of
          orders from his safe, he' places them on the floor by the dead man.
          Satisfied everything is the way he wants it, he moves to an intercom
          and takes a deep breath. Pushing a button, he BELLOWS:

                         RAMIUS (CONT'D)
          Dr. Petrov. Come to my quarters
          at once. There's been an aociderit!

                         CUT TO:

          A MINI SUB
          resembling an airstream t xxzller with a propeller on the back. It's
          floating in a gargantuan tank fSlled with brightly lit water beneath a
          vast domed cet'ling:

          SUPER: U.S. NAVAL UNDERWATER SYSTEMS LAB
          Patuxent, Maryland

                         SKIP TYLER
          built-like a fireplug, a monument to logic and impatience, leans on a
          cane, atop a platform by the tank#I watching

          WARRANT OFFICER BILL STEINER
          thirties, the bane of Tyler's existence. Steiner's head is sticking
          out of a hatch on the mini sub. Eyeing him, Tyler BELLOWS:

                         TYLER
          You're never gonna go anywhere, Be..
          Unless you close the hatch and start
          the goddam engine!

                         STEINER
          Brilliant, Skip. You're one of those
          guys you can't hide things from, right?

                         

                         

                         

                         
          Tyler. grits his teeth. Steiner closes the hatch. Across the room,
          Ryan enters. Spotting Tyler, he moves to the platform, staring at
          the mini sub. The propeller starts turning. It submerges.

                         TYLER

                         (TURNING)
          Ryan?

                         RYAN
          Yes sir.
          (re: mini sub)
          What it that thing?

                         TYLER
          Deep submergence rescue vehicle.

                         RYAN
          That's what a DSRV looks like.

                         TYLER
          That's it. I designed this one. lt's
          aan d the Mystic.

                         RYAN
          What are you doing with it?
          Tyler climbs off the piatfarm, working his cane with practiced
          precision. Taking Ryan by the arm, he heads for a door:

                         TYLER
          Rigging it with a generic docking acllar
          so it will mate with British, German,
          other kinds of subs.

                         (NODDING)
          This one here is designed to be super
          mobile. We can get it anywhere in the
          world in twenty-four hours. If that
          lunatic doesn't crash it fast:.

                         (BEAT)
          Admiral Greer says you have some
          pdr ures.- -

                         CUT TO:

                         TYLER'S OFFICE
          high tech naval architecture. Technicians, graduate students move
          about in the background. Tyler is hunched over the Red October

                         PHOTOGRAPHS:

                         TYLER
          Bigger than a regular typhoon.

                         (SQUINTING)
          What are these doors?

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         RYAN

                         (GRINNING)
          You don't miss much, do you? They're
          too big for torpedo tubes. Could you
          launch a missile horizontaly?

                         TYLER
          Could. Question is why would you?
          Besides, they're symmetrical right
          straight through the hull.

                         RYAN
          How about a towed sonar array?

                         TYLER
          Barely clears the screw in the --
          Tyler freezes. Somewhere in that vast abundance of grey matter, a

                         NEURON FIRES:

                         TYLER (CONT'D)
          I'a be go to he'll.! it's a caterpillar!

                         RYAN
          A what?

                         TYLER
          Caterpillar drive. Magneto--hydrodynamic
          propulsion. Like a linear induction motor
          with saltwater as the ;tat-r. You follow?

                         RYAN

                         (SMILING)
          Oh sure.

                         TYLER
          Items like a jet engine for water. Goes
          in the front, gets squirted out the back.
          Only, It's got no moving parts, see. So
          it's' potentially very quiet.

                         RYAN

                         TYLER
          Try silent If this works, we'll have to
          find a whole new way to track submarines.
          Ryan grapples with the implications. Tyler trips down memory lane:

                         TYLER (CONT'D)
          We messed with it. Years ago. Never
          could make it work. They really built
          this? This isn't a mock-up or anything?

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         RYAN
          it put to sea this morning.

                         TYLER

                         (SHAKING HIS

                         HEAD)
          You know when I was eleven years
          old, I helped my daddy build a bomb
          shelter in the basement because some
          fool parked a dozen warheads in Cuba,
          ninety miles from the Florida coast.

                         (RE: PHOTO)
          This thing could park two hundred
          warheads off New York or Washington
          and nobody'd suspect a thing til
          it was all over.

                         RYAN
          Any records of our work on the caterpillar?

                         TYLER

                         (GRABBING HIS

                         CANE)
          We got an archive. Let's get dusty.

                         CUT TO:

          PUTIN'S DEAD FACE WRAPPED IN PLASTIC
          Two Russian sailors lug his zip-locked corpse into a walk-in freezer
          in Red October's galley. Three k's assistants carve steaks and
          watch. One of them

                         LOGINOV
          tweet 6ts, muscular, in striped sail or shirt and bell-bottom pang,
          tosses a hunk of f into a pail.. To Loginov.'s right, Rami:a and
          Borodin talk with

          DOCTOR NIKOLAY" PETROV
          forties;, .thin, bespectacled and careworn. A dedicated Party man
          and `compulsive gossip, Petrov is the Red October's medical ofdoer.
          Ramius has the; counterfeit orders in his hand:

                         RAMIUS
          If I hadn't spilled the tea, Putin
          might never have slipped and ---

                         PETROV
          You must not blame yourself,,- Captain.
          Accidents happen. I assume we wall
          be returning to base?

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         RAMIUS
          We will not.

                         PETROV
          But how can we continue a m scion without
          a political offcer?

                         RAMIUS
          For many years the Russian Navy went to
          sea before there were political offScers,
          Doctor.

                         PETROV
          Yes, but -

                         RAMIUS

                         (RE: ORDERS)
          These orders are quite specific. Putin's
          unfortunate death wall not change them.
          Turning, Ramius spots Loginov and waves his hand. Loginov
          freezes.

                         RAMIUS (CONT'D)
          You. Come here.

                         (LOGINAV DOES)
          Your name?

                         LOGINOV

                         (TREMBLING)
          Cook's assistant, Loginov, sir.

                         RAMIUS
          Good. Now, I want you and the Doctor
          to witness this, Ioginov. I have
          removed Putin's missfle key from his
          neck and am keeping it myse f.
          Iognov blinks. Petrov frowns. Closing the freezer door, the
          sates ]save. Loginov isn't sure what to do. Petrov's agitated:

                         PETROV
          This is all very unnerving, Captain.
          The reason for having two missM keys
          in the first place is to prevent one
          person from...

                         RAMIUS
          From what, Doctor?

                         PETROV
          Making a mistake and...

                         (EXASPERATED)
          We must report this to Red Meet Command.

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         RAMIUS
          Impossible. We are ordered to maintain
          strict radio silence.

                         (TO IOGINOV)
          That will be all, Comrade.
          Glad to be anywhere else, Loginov returns to his work.

                         PETROV
          Captain, perhaps I should keep Putin's
          key until --

                         RAMIUS

                         (SHARPLY)
          I suggest you return to sick bay,
          Doctor. Soon, I will address the
          crew and explain our orders. This
          is not a decision for discussion.
          Shrugging, Petrov disappears. Borodin and Ramius.. follow him.
          Freaked, Loginov watches them go.

                         CUT TO:

                         MANCUSO
          bent over Jones' shoulder in the Da11as' sonar shack, concentrating
          on the blinking light on the sonar display. Thompson's to his left.
          Jones is on a headset:

                         JONES

                         (LISTENING)
          He's holding steady on zero-two-zero,
          twelve knots at about ten thousand
          yards.

                         MANCUSO
          Can you identify him?

                         JONES
          Computer's chewing on it. Twin screw
          and the plant noise sounds like a
          typhoon but -
          Computer ptintar CLATTERS. Ripping off the printout, Mancuso

                         STUDIES IT:

                         SIGNAL EVALUATION:

          SOVIET TYPHOON CLASS SUBMARINE

                         UNKNOWN IDENTITY

          NOT PREVIOUSLY RECORDED

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         MANCUSO
          Must be a new boat.

                         (TO THOMPSON)
          I miss something in dispatch the last
          few days, Phil?

                         THOMPSON
          Fleet hasn't said a word about it.

                         MANCUSO
          Alright. Start a f]e on his, Jonesy.
          For now, call his Sierra thirty-five.
          (.Leaving)
          r91 see if we can work in a little
          closer and sniff his out.
          Thompson fcDows Mancuso. Beaumont glances at Jones, whispering:

                         BEAUMONT
          Won't the Soviets hear us?

                         JONES
          Not if we stay in his baffles, seaman
          Beaumont. Not if we stay in his
          baffles. Come in behind his propeller
          and he's deaf as a post.

                         CUT TO:

          RAMIUS SPINNING THE PERISCOPE
          in Red October's Conn. At all stations, helm, fire control,
          quartermaster, sailors work with galvanic prec s4r n. Standing next

                         TO BORODIN

          CAPTAIN LIEUTENANT BORIS KAMAROV
          Red October's navigator, watches Ramius i tently. The tension is
          palpable. Something extraordinary is about to happen:

                         RAMIUS
          Down scope.

                         (TURNING)
          Any. sonar contacts?

                         KAMAROV
          Sonar is clear, Captain.

                         RAMIUS
          All right. rm going to address the crew.
          Ramius grabs the whip telephone. Jaw set, his eyes blaze with

                         HYPNOTIC INTENSITY:

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         RAMIUS (CONT'D)

                         (INTO PHONE)
          Comrades, here are our orders given to
          us by Red Fleet Command. it is our
          good fortune to make the first test of
          our revolutionary propulsion system.
          In various locations all over the ship, sailors stop what they are
          doing and listen carefully:

          IN THE ENLISTED MESS
          crowded together at tables, men hear Ramius' voice:

          RAMIUS (VO CONT'D)

                         (ON SPEAKERS)
          We are to pass quiet as water through
          every one of the American's sonar nets.
          Maintaining strict radio. silence, we
          are to proceed across the Atlantic to
          the east coast of the United States.

                         IN ENGINEERING
          beneath a maze of pipes, technicians listen:

          RAMIUS (VO CONT'D)

                         (ON SPEAKERS)
          Once in the home waters of the enemy,
          we are to conduct a series of ine
          firing tests, targeting major cities on
          the enemy's eastern seaboard.

          IN THE MISSILE BAYS

                         S
          men are spellbound by their captain's intensity:

          RAMIUS (VO -CONT'D)

                         (ON SPEAKERS)
          For many years, we have had to stand
          helplessly in the wings while poll ns
          compromise every advance our military
          has made.

          BACK IN THE CONN
          Ramius stands on the periscope platform holding the phone. All
          eyes are riveted on him :

                         RAMIUS (CONT'D)

                         (INTO PHONE)
          it is politicians who have crippled our
          armed forces while talking incessantly
          of peace. And now it is time, comrades,
          to exchange the cuckoo for a hawk.

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         RAMIUS (CONT'D)

                         (INTO PHONE)
          Our missies will not be armed, of course,
          but imagine, if they were. In one bright
          moment, all that we believe in, all that
          we honor, would prevail forever.
          Ramius is finished. No one moves. Kamarov has goose bumps.

                         RAMIUS (CONT'D)
          Comrade, navigator.

                         KAMAROV
          Captain?

                         RAMIUS
          Rig for silent running.

                         KAMAROV

                         ('TURNING)
          Reduce engines to quarter speed and
          open outer doors.
          A sail cr locks a program into a computer.

          OUTSIDE RED OCTOBER
          in the water, the mysterious doors on the sub's bow begin to open.
          Behind them, a strange tunnel is revealed. -

          IN THE CONN
          Ramius and his men hear the dark RING of STEEL on STEEL in deep

                         WATER:

                         KAMAROV
          Outer doors are open, Captain.

                         RAMIUS
          Engage the caterpi lar.

          OUTSIDE RED OCTOBER
          in the water...: An eerie green ring of light starts to glow in the
          tunnel behind thedoors. A second light appears. Then a third,
          flashing florescent.
          Behind the tunnel, in the stern, Red October's giant propeller comes
          to a stop. Suddenly, more light appears, distorted by a sudden
          rush of water.

                         CUT-- TO:

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         JONES
          in the Dalla' sonar shack, working his computer. The COB is
          behind him, Beaumont to his left. Red October's AMPISFIED HISS
          f Ms the room. Suddenly,

          THE HISS STOPS
          Jones frowns. The blinking light on his sonar display disappears.
          Curious, the COB leans over Jones, studying the screen:

                         COB
          What happened?

                         JONES
          Don't know.

                         COB
          What do you mean, don't know?

                         CUT TO:

                         RAMIUS
          on the deck by the phone in Red October's Conn. Conscious of all
          eyes on him, he turns to a HELMSMAN:

                         RAMIUS
          Left full rudder.

                         HELMSMAN
          Rudder is left fuB..

                         RAMIUS
          Navigator, make your new course
          two-five-zero.

                         KAMAROV
          Coming to course two-five-zero.
          Kama=ov draws a line on his chart. The new course is west into the
          Atlantic. Suddenly, the intercom CRACKLES:

                         SONAR (VO)
          Sonar contact, Captains Dead astern.
          An American Los Angeles 0ass3

                         BORODIN
          He must have been in our baffles.
          We can't have
          Raising his hand, Ramius activates the intercom

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         RAMIUS
          Sonar. Is the American turning to
          Ballow us?

                         SONAR (VO)

                         (ON SPEAKERS)
          No, Captain. No he's not. He's
          continuing on our original course.

                         RAMIUS

                         (SLOW SMILE)
          He can't hear us.
          Silence, Impulsively, Kamarov starts HUMMING the
          INTERNATIONALE. Of cers and enlisted men join in. It snowballs.
          One at a time, the crew RAISE their VOICES

          THROUGHOUT THE BOAT
          In the torpedo room, engineering, wardroom and the Conn, the
          ANTHEM GROWS LOUDER and LOUDER. Caught in the moment,
          Ramius JOINS the CHORUS.

                         CUT TO:

                         MANCUSO
          sticking his head into sonar. The COB and Beaumont are on pins
          and needles. Jones is working his computer furiously.

                         MANCUSO
          it did what?

                         JONES
          It disappeared, sir.

                         MANCUSO
          t a d)
          What are you talking about? Check
          your gear.

                         JONES
          Running diagnostics, now, Captain.
          Jones is starting to sweat. He runs his tests. Nothing. urning,
          he stares blankly at Mancuso:

                         JONES (CONT'D)
          Sonar is working, sir. The Russian
          just disappeared. One minute he was
          steady four thousand yards off our
          bow and then he was gone. And r
          a second, I thought I heard... well ;--

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         MANCUSO

                         HEARD WHAT'S

                         JONES

                         (RELUCTANT)
          I thought, I heard singing, sir.

                         MANCUSO
          Singing?
          Jones nods. Hairs stand up on the back of Mancuso's neck:

                         CUT TO:

          A SOVIET SUBMARINE
          dead In the water at four hundred feet. 'About the. size of the
          Dallas, this one's bualt for speed and maneuverability. They don't
          come any better.

          SUPER: SSN KONOVALOV
          Aku]a Cass Soviet Submarine
          Grid Square 54-90

          ON THE KONOVALOV
          a crew works in the Conn, reading computer displays, checking

                         COMMUNICATIONS AND
          writing emendations on status boards. On the

                         PERISCOPE PLATFORM

          CAPTAIN VIXTOR TUPOLEV
          ]ate-thirties, intense, leans over a navigator tab] e. A blond man
          with a clipboard approaches. He is

          LIEUTENANT ANDREI BONAVIA
          early-thfrties, Tupolev's executive officer. This Conn is smaller
          than Red . October's and the weird vibes perfectly reflect the rampant
          paranoia of the Commander:

                         BONAVIA
          Captain Tupolev?

                         TUPOLEV
          What is it2l

                         BONAVIA
          St M no sign of Red October, sir. I
          think we should surface and contact Red
          Fleet Command.

                         TUPOLEV
          To what purpose?

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         BONAVIA
          To inform them Red October has not
          appeared.

                         TUPOLEV
          What makes you think she hasn't?
          Tupolev glides to a quartermaster's station. Following him,
          Bonavia's stomach growls.

                         TUPOLEV
          Has it occurred to you that Red October
          may already be in position? That Ramius
          is merely hiding behind his silent drive?
          Waiting for me to break radio silence
          and make a fool of myself?

                         BONAVIA

                         (FRUSTRATED)

                         BUT -

                         TUPOLEV
          I will not break radio silence. We
          wilt lie here quietly for a few more
          hours. If Ramius hasn't arrived by
          then, I'll contact Red Fleet Command.

                         BONAVIA
          Captain, I am concerned that -

                         TUPOLEV
          I Care little for your concerns, Comrade.
          Tupolev leaves. Bonavia glances at the quartermaster. His stomach
          growls again.

                         CUT TO:

          A BLACK CHAIKA: LIMO
          moving through the security gates fronting a monstrous Stalinist
          office building Snow CRACKS beneath cold TIRES.

                         SUPER: MOSCOW

                         KARPOTSKIY PROSPEKT
          Soviet Navy Pniitical Dir ctorafie
          From his post in the portico, a uniformed guard races to the limo
          and opens the door for a dyspeptic, grumpy, old man. He is

          ADMIRAL YURI ILYCH PADORIN
          in an overcoat and a rumpled hat, brim turned up in front.

                         

                         

                         

                         
          Climbing stairs, Padorin returns rigid salutes with a sour
          yeah-right-leave-me-alone wave, entering

          A COLOSSAL LOBBY
          Padorin mounts a giant staircase. Naval officers snap salutes.
          Padorin answers, dourly. Yeah-
          heave-me-alone. Mumbling, he moves through

                         ANTEROOMS
          Leaving a wake of aides and sues crawling all over themselves,
          whispered greetings on their lips. Yeah-right-leave-me-alone.
          Frowning and cranky, Padorin marches into

          HIS PRIVATE OFFICE
          where he's met by his seventy-four year old PERSONAL ORDERLY.
          They've known each other forever and act like an old married
          couple.
          The orderly takes Padorin's overcoat and hat. Behind a desk,
          Padorin lights a morning cigarette. The orderly brings tea things
          and incessant small talk. Padorin says nothing.
          Finally, Padodn sits, focusing on the morning maiL Twenty or so
          letters are laid neatly on a blotter. Yeah-right-leave-me-alone.
          Yeah leave-me-alone. Don't heel like dealing with mail„ now.

                         ORDERLY
          There's a note from Marko Ramivs there.

                         ADMIRAL

                         (BRIGHTENING)
          Ah, Marko.
          The old coot: almost smiles. This he'Il read.. Getting the envelope
          open, he prepares for a good time. Somewhere in the first
          paragraph,. his smile fades.
          The -hand holding his cigarette begins to shake. Reaching absently
          for. the teacup, nearing the bottom of the pager Padoadn chokes,
          spilling everything.

                         CUT TO:

          DALLAS' SONAR SHACK
          Mancuso at the door. Beaumont is at his station next to Jones.
          Wearing a headset, Jones concentrates on his sonar display.
          Suddenly, he rips the headset off:

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         JONES
          Jesus Christ. Somebody just stepped on
          the gas.

                         (RE: DISPLAY)
          Sonar contact, Captain. Very loud.
          Viktar Class Soviet submarine. Cutting
          big holes in the water. Bearing six-
          five-zero.

                         MANCUSO
          Put it on the speakers.
          WHINING PROPELLERS and CAVITATION NOISE fi]1 the sonar shack.
          Suddenly, MORE PROPELLERS:

                         JONES
          Jeez. There's another one. Bearing
          .,even-three.

                         (MORE)
          Hold on. There's two more out there.
          They're all in a hurry and don't care
          who the hell knows it.

                         (TURNING)
          Have the Soviets scheduled submarine
          races today, sir?

                         MANCUSO
          I'm gonna radio Fleet Command.
          He takes off. Jones hears something buried in the PROPELLERS and
          CAVITATION NOISE. A strange WHOOSHING SOUND. Frowning, he
          starts a tape rewarder.

                         CUT TO:

          A PHONE RINGING,
          Ryan picks it up. He and Tyler are hip-deep in top secret fees in
          the naval archive stacks.

                         RYAN
          Yes?

                         (LISTENING)
          No, this is Dr. Ryan.

                         (PAUSE)
          Affright.
          He stares at Tyler quizzically, waiting:

                         GREER'S VOICE

                         (FROM PHONE)
          Jack?

                         RYAN
          Yes, Admiral, I'm ---

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         GREER'S VOICE
          Where the hell are you?! Get your ass
          to the south entrance of the Executive
          Offtce Buflding in forty-five minutes.
          It's across from the White House. Got 3t 

                         RYAN
          Yes, sir, but what's -

                         CUT TO:

                         GREER
          in his ofAce on the phone to Ryan:

                         GREER
          Let's Just say this is no longer a
          research project. Now move!

                         CUT TO:

          THE WHITE HOUSE
          in the background as Ryan springs from his car, racing up the
          steps to the Executive Office Building. At the top of the stairs,
          waiting for him, Greer is already in motion:

                         GREER
          Come on.
          Ryan follows him past a security guard and into

                         A LOBBY
          decorated with secretaries and suits, all, in quiet motion. At speed,
          Ryan trues to keep up with Greer:

                         RYAN
          I got a line on the doors. You
          know what they are?
          Greer doesn't answer. Impatient, Ryan follows him into

                         AN ELEVATOR
          Greer pushes a button marked SUB LEVEL FOUR. Turning to Ryan:

                         GREER
          A silent propulsion system. -

                         RYAN

                         (CHAGRINED)
          How did -?

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         -34-

                         GREER
          Captain of the sub we had following
          her radioed in. Thing up and
          disappeared right in front of him.
          But that isn't the half of it. Read.
          He hands Ryan a sheaf of message flimsies. The descending elevator
          stops. Doors open. Ryan reads. Greer leaves. Realizing he's
          been left behind, Ryan takes off, entering

          A SUBTERRANEAN CORRIDOR
          Reading and walking, Ryan does his best to keep up with Greer:

                         RYAN
          Jesus... ! This is unbelievable.

                         (TURNING PAGES)
          The Kirov, too. They've sortled
          their whale bloody fleet!

                         GREER
          About the size of it.
          Glancing up from his reading, Ryan notices a sign at the end of the

                         CORRIDOR:

          SUB LEVEL FOUR

          WHITE HOUSE SECURITY
          Stopping on a dime, his eyes narrow:

                         RYAN
          Where're we going anyway?

                         GREER

                         (F IG)
          Brle$ng Jeffrey Pelt. The.
          President's National Security Advisor.
          Most of the Joint Chiefs will be there.
          Along with a few other people.

                         RYAN
          Who's giving the brieefing?

                         GREER
          You are.

                         RYAN

                         (WIDE-EYED)

                         BUT

                         GREER
          The yeoman'fl have the slides all, laid
          out. AIL you have to do --

                         

                         

                         

                         
          Ten feet ahead, Greer realizes Ryan's no longer faUowing.
          Stopping, he comes back:

                         GREER (CONT'D)
          Look. No one knows this material better
          than you do. Give him a rundown on the
          sub and a precis of the stuff in your
          hand. He's liable to ask some direct
          questions. Give him direct answers and
          say what you think. Yowll do fine.
          Come on.
          Ryan takes a deep breath.

          JUMP CUT TO:

          RYAN FOLLOWING GREER
          into the White House Briefing Room. Joint Chiefs are gathered
          around a thirty foot conference table. Greer introduces Ryan to a
          GENERAL and an ADMIRAL, then mingles.
          Left alone, Ryan spot, a lectern at the foot of the tabl. Nearby, a
          yeoman tends a slide machine, an overhead projector and a large
          bulletin board. Ryan heads for the lectern.
          The yeoman has a list of slides, some photos and mustrations.
          Trying to gather his thoughts, Ryan steps behind the lectern.

                         JEFFREY PELT
          the President's National Security Advisor arrives. In his mid-mss,
          wearing wire-rim spectacles, Pelt's nearsighted, brOliant and a
          crackerjack poker player.
          Generals and Admirals take their places. Pelt site at the head of
          the tabl, turning to Greer:

                         PELT
          Let's get started.

                         GREER
          Yes, sir. The preliminary briefing
          today w M be handled by Dr. Jack Ryan.
          I believe you've seen some of his :work.

                         PELT

                         (TO RYAN)
          You may begin.
          Taking a sip of water, Ryan nods at the yeoman. Projector is

                         TURNED ON:

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         RYAN
          Gentlemen, the last twenty four hours
          have seen some extraordinary Soviet
          naval activity. The first to sail was --

                         (SLIDE)
          this ship, the Red October. A variant
          of the typhoon class, she's some six
          hundred fifty feet long. Thirty-two
          thousand tons submerged displacement,
          roughly the size of a World War II
          aircraft Carrier.

                         (BEAT)
          Unlike the standard typhoon, equipped
          to fire long-range missiles from Russian
          waters, Red October carries fifty-six
          SS-311s, which is a short-range attack
          mis it with eight independent warheads.
          That's four hundred forty-eight warheads
          all spedfically designed to fire close in.

                         (ANOTHER SLIDE)
          We believe these doors on the bow, and
          here again on the stern, enclose a
          magneto-hydrodynamic drive, or caterpillar,
          which may allow the sub to run totally
          silent.

                         (ANOTHER SLIDE)
          it is possible this new drive system
          allowed the captain, a man named Marko

                         RAMIUS -
          Ryan points out two photos on a bulletin board. One is of Ramius
          alone. The other is a wedding photo of Ramius and a beautiful
          woman.

                         RYAN (CONT'D)
          to elude one of ' our attack boats,
          the Dallas, which trailed Red October
          f r om harbor this morning.

                         (POINTKUY)
          This drive, if it's working, could
          render Red October invvsihl8 to our
          SOSUS warning nets in the Atlantic.

                         PELT
          You would characterize this as a first
          strike weapon, Dr. Ryan?
          Ryan glances at Greer. Greer smi reassuringly.

                         RYAN
          There's no doubt about that, sir. She
          is designed to approach by stealth, and
          fire on a target with little or no warning.

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         ADMIRAL
          An offensive weapon. The kind you start
          wars with.

                         RYAN
          Precisely, Admiral..

                         (RE: MAP)
          if I may continue. Shortly after the
          Dallas lost contact, there were additional
          Soviet mailings from Pa tjarny, Leningrad
          and the Mediterranean. The Soviets have

                         SOME --

                         (CHECKING NOTES)
          fifty-eight nuclei submarines headed at
          high speed into the Atlantic. And this
          afternoon's satellite pass over Policjarny
          found head blooms in the engineering plants
          of the Kirov, the Minsk and more than
          twenty cruisers and destroyers,, indicating
          that the bulk of their surface fleet is
          also preparing to sail.
          Flushed, Ryan sits beside Greer. Pelt turns to Greer:

                         PELT
          Conclusions?

                         GREER
          Absence of activity in the Pacific suggest
          this is probably just an exercise having
          nothing to do with the Red October.
          A General starts to object. He's cut off by JUDGE MOORE, a
          white-haired civilian near the top of the table:

                         MOORE
          NSA can speak to that, Mr. Pelt.

                         PELT

                         MOORE
          I must emphasize the extremi ' sensitivity
          of this information and ask that on no
          aooount it leave this room.

                         (PELT NODS)
          Before sailing, Captain Ramius sent a
          letter to Admiral Yuri Padorin, Chairman
          of Soviet Naval Deployment.
          Painting at Ramius' wedding picture, Ryan whispers to Greer:

                         RYAN
          That's her uncle!

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         GREER
          Whose uncle?

                         RYAN

                         (WHISPEG)
          Ramius' wife. Padorin's her uncle!
          Greer has no idea what Ryan's saying. Moore's still talking:

                         MOORE
          The contents of the letter are unknown,
          but Admiral Padorin immediately demanded
          a meeting with Premier Ligachev and
          within minutes of that meeting, the
          Soviet Fleet sailed with orders to find
          Red October --

                         (PAUSE)
          And sink her.
          Audible intake of breath round the room. Pelt is the first to

                         RECOVER:

                         PELT
          Sink her?

                         ADMIRAL
          My god. They've got a madman on
          their hands. He's gonna start a war.
          A spirited discussion ensues. Tuning it out, Ryan stares at the
          picture of Ramius and his wife. Urgently, he whispers to Greer:

                         RYAN
          This is the twenty-gird, isn't it?
          Greer nods. Order in the room has broken down. Generals and
          Admirals argue vehemently about appropriate. responses. Staring at
          the photos, a light goes off in Ryan's brain:
          SljenCel. Ryan realizes everyone in the room is staring at him.

                         PELT

                         (DRYLY)
          You've something to add to the
          discussion, Dr. Ryan? _

                         RYAN
          Uhhmm...I was just thinking there
          was perhaps another possibility we
          ought to consider.
          Ryan takes a deep breath.

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         RYAN (CONT'D)
          Ramius might be trying to defect.
          Nobody moves. Ryan glances at Greer. Greer rolls his eyes. Too
          far out. Ryan's on his own. The.General bristles:

                         GENERAL
          Do you mean to suggest -

                         PELT
          Go ahead, Dr. Ryan.

                         RYAN
          Well, Ramius trained most of their Officer
          Corps. He'd be in a position to sect
          men willing to help him. And he's not
          Russian.

                         (WARMING UP)
          He's Lithuanian by birth, and by heritage.
          He was raised by his maternal grandfather,
          who was a fisherman. He has no children,
          no ties to leave behind and -

                         (BEAT)
          This morning was the first anniversary
          of his wife's death.

                         GENERAL
          Oh, come on! Look, what are you doing
          here, anyway, Ryan

                         (TO GREER)
          That's his name, isn't, Ryan?

                         (TURNING)'
          You're just an analyst, right? You
          can't possi,hly know --

                         RYAN
          I know Ramins, General. He's. been a
          maverick for his entire career. I even
          met him once at an embassy dinner.
          �met captain Ramius, sir? Have you ever
          The General darkens. Making a decision, Pelt turns to the Admiral:

                         PELT
          Bottom line, how long before Rami>us will
          be in a position to launch his misses
          at us?

                         ADMIRAL
          Four days.

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         -40-

                         PELT
          Alright. I'll brief the President.
          That will, be all, gentlemen.

                         (BEAT)
          Dr. Ryan. Would you stay for a
          moment, please?
          Everyone gets up to leave. As Greer rises, he winks at Ryan:

                         GREER
          I said speak your mind, Jack, but

                         JESUS --
          shaking his head, Greer pats Ryan's shoulder and leaves. Ryan's
          mouth is dry. Pelt gets up:

                         PELT
          You slammed the door on the General
          pretty hard, Jack.

                         RYAN
          It wasn't my intention, sir -

                         PELT

                         (GRINNING)
          Yes it was. He was patronizing you
          and you stomped on him. In my
          opinion, he deserved It.

                         (BEAT)
          Look, I'm a politk:ian, Jack. That
          means I'm a liar, a cheat and when
          I'm nvt kissing babies I'm stealing
          their lallipops. But it also means
          I know people and keep my options open.

                         (BEAT)
          Let's assume for a minute that you're
          right and he intends to defect What
          do you think we should do?

                         RYAN
          Well, somebody has to go out and try- -
          to contact him.

                         PELT
          OK. When can you leave?

                         RYAN

                         (FLUSHED)
          Wait a minute. The General was right.
          I'm just an analyst --

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         PELT
          Perfect. I can't ask any of these
          cha�tacters to go. None of them would
          volunteer putting their reputations
          on the line. And anyway, none of
          them are expendable.

                         (RYAN FROWNS)
          IR]. give you three days to prove
          your theory, after that we won't
          have any choice but to hunt Ramius
          down and blow him away. Will, you
          do it?
          Ryan stares at Pelt.

                         CUT TO:

                         CHOPPY SEA
          below haze-grey sky. A ape breaks the surface, trailing a
          small wake. Submarine is below.

          IN THE KONOVALOV
          Tupolav spins the .periscope in the Konova]ov's Conn. Bonavia
          brings him a message. Frowning, Tupolev reads it.

                         TUPOLEV
          Mother of God.

                         (TURNING)
          Down scope. Dive the ship.
          Saes in the Conn, prepare to dive. Tupalev is furious. Turning
          to Bonavia, he sneers:

                         TUPOLEV
          The entire Soviet Fleet has been
          ordered to hunt Ramius down and
          destroy him. And where were we?
          Out of contact. Dead in the water!

                         BONAVIA
          But, Captain. Have you forgotten
          that it was you who -

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         TUPOLEV

                         (TURNING)
          I have forgotten nothing. All ahead
          flank. Come to course three-five-zero.

                         CUT TO:

                         RAMIUS
          at the head of a table in Red October's wardroom, Borodin to his
          left. Seven officers sit or stand to the side. Beside Borodin

          LIEUTENANT ALEXANDER MELEKHIN
          forties, grey eyes, Red October's engineer. At the door

          ENSIGN IVAN STADNYUK
          nervous, twenties, Asiatic, locks a dead bait, securing the
          wardroom. Tension is elect_ic, palpable.

          LIEUTENANT VIKTOR TBILISI
          thirties, curly brown hair, Red October's sonar offer, stares at
          Ramius, anxious to get something off his chest:

                         T BILLSI
          Before we begin, Captain. I would
          like to know exactly what happened
          to Putin?

                         (BEAT)
          He didn't slip on his tea. Did he?

                         RAMIUS
          No, Vlktor.
          Visibly shaken, Stadnyuk waves his hands:

                         STADNYUK
          Captain?

                         RAMIUS
          There is no way we could have
          accomplished our task with Putin
          aboard. He would have stopped us.

                         T BILISI
          I have no objections to eliminating him.
          He was a pig. But it's a decision we
          should all have made.

                         BORODIN
          You're not in command.

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         T BILISI
          Don't give me that command garbage,
          Vasily. This is no ordinary cruise.
          We're all risking our lives. Everything
          that happens affects-each of us.

                         RAMIUS
          Enough! Putin is dead. The responsibility
          and the guilt are mine.

                         (PAUSE)
          There's something else you should know.
          On the morning we sailed, I posted a
          letter to Admiral Padorin announcing
          our intentions to defect.
          Borodin's jaw drops. Tbilisi. is speechless. Kamarov whispers:

                         KAMAROV
          In the name of God, why?

                         RAMIUS
          We needed to burn the bridges. Make
          a clean break.

                         I STADNYUK

                         (SHRIEKING)
          They'll find us! They'll hunt us down!

                         80RODIN

                         (HISSING)
          Keep your voice down, Ivan. Nobody
          can find us.

                         TBILISI

                         (TO RAMIUS)
          You had to do it, didn't you? You
          couldn't` just fallow the plan and turn
          the; submarine over to the Americans.

                         (VOICE RISING)
          You had to rub Moscow's nose in it
          and make some kind of hare-brained
          political statement.

                         (ANGRY)
          Goddammit, Marko. You signed our
          death warrants!

                         RAMIUS

                         (EYES BLAZING)
          How many times have you served in
          my command, Viktrxr?

                         T BILISI

                         (STAMMERING)
          Many times --

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         RAMIUS
          Do you know me to be a man who
          talerates insubordination?
          Tbili- blanches, but will not look away. Ramius glances at the

                         OTHERS:

                         RAMIUS (CONT'D)
          Return to your posts. All of You.
          No one moves. Time crawls by. Finally, Borodin gets to his feet:

                         BORODIN
          You heard the Captain. Dismissed!
          One by one, the men file out of the wardroom. When they are gone,
          Borodin turns to Ramius,... speaking quietly:'

                         BORODIN (CONT'D)
          Captain. I would never disagree with you
          in front of the men. But Viktor is right.
          We are in this together. What we are
          attempting is d'f cult. And --

                         RAMIUS
          Our original orders were to demonstrate
          that this ship cannot be found.

                         (BEAT)
          That is precisely what we will do.

                         CUT TO:

                         JONES
          working his tape recorder in the Dallas' sonar shack. Varying
          speeds, €ftering extraneous noise, Jones is isolating the eer9e

          WHOOSHING SOUND.:

                         CUT TO:

                         SHEET LIGHTNING
          in a RAGING STORM. An C-2A GREYHOUND appears, TURBOPROPS
          SCREAMING, buffeted like a ping-gong ball on a HOWLING canvas of

                         PITCH }

          IN THE GREYHOUND
          Ryan rides out the storm. He's wearing the uniform of a naval
          commander. Heavy TURBULENCE. LIGHTNING irradiates WINDOWS.-

                         A NAVIGATOR
          sits directly behind Ryan at a small desk built into the bulkhead.

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         -45-
          Behind the navigator in a cockpit, pilot and copilot. Eyeing Ryan,
          the navigator SHOUTS:

                         NAVIGATOR
          Some turbulence. Hey, Commander?

                         (NO ANSWER)
          You don't enjoy flying?
          Ryan shakeshis head. Gleefully, the navigator BELLOWS:

                         NAVIGATOR (CONT'D)
          This is a picnic, Commander. You
          should've been with me six months ago
          when we hit a typhoon in the Sea of
          Japan. Guys were puking all. over the
          place. The plot puked all over his
          window. I puked the radio to death.
          Puke was everywhere and I'm not talking
          lightweight stuff. I'm talking industrial
          strength puke!

                         RYAN

                         (SWOONING)
          Next time you get a bright idea, Jack,
          try putting • it in a memo.

                         NAVIGATOR
          Anyway, when we hit that typhoon
          everybody knew what everybody else
          had for breakfast. Puke was on the
          ceiling. Puke was in the ais1 s
          Ryan is green.

                         CUT TO:

          AN AIRCRAFT CARRIER
          in the STORM, bobbing like a cork in twenty-foot waves, thirty-foot
          landing � strip. surging violently in all directions.

                         USS KENNEDY
          The North Atlantic
          100 miles south of Greenland-
          On the deck, A LANDING SIGNAL OFFICER SCREAMS into a,;.
          WALKIE-TALKIE. Rain POUNDS his FACE. Wiping his eyes, he

                         SPOTS

          THE GREYHOUND.
          heading for the carrier. PROPELLERS SHRIEK over the STORM.
          LSO BELLOWS INSTRUCTIONS into his WALKIE-TALKIE. At the last
          moment, WHEELS RIP into the DECK.

                         

                         

                         

                         
          A HOOK on the Greyhound's belly CATCHES the last wire. SPARKS
          cascade on WET STEEL. Moving across the deck with an ensign

          CAPTAIN CHARLES DAVENPORT
          fiort ies, in a leather flight jacket, approaches the Greyhound.
          SHOUTING SAILORS batten down the plane.
          A door opens. Ryan climbs down a ramp on shaky legs. Taking his
          arm, Davenport SHOUTS:

                         DAVENPORT
          Charles Davenport, commanding officer
          of the Kennedy! The Admiral is
          waiting for you in his quarters!

                         A STEWARD
          pouring coffee into a large mug on a tray loaded down with
          sandwiches. Setting down the coffee, the steward leaves.

          REAR ADMIRAL JOSHUA PAINTER
          fifties, a man of puritanical integrity, takes a hit of the ooze in
          his quarters on the Kennedy.. KNOCK on the DOOR. Ryan and
          Davenport enter.

                         RYAN;'
          (sha)dng hands)
          Jack Ryan, Admiral.. Sorry for the
          confusion, but, as:-l was just. telling
          Captain Davenport, I'm not a naval of cer

                         (BEAT)
          I work for Admiral Greer at the. CIA.
          He thought I would draw less attention
          if I.was in uniform.

                         PAINTER
          You want coffee? Something to eat?

                         (RYAN DOESN'T)
          Alright:. What can I do.for you, son?
          You gonna tell me what all this activity
          is about?
          Ryan hands Painter a lettew. Opening It, Painter studies the

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         -47-
          contents. Davenport leans on a bulkhead, staring at Ryan. Painter
          returns the letter:

                         PAINTER (CONT'D)
          Can't get any higher authority than
          that. Now, what's going on?

                         CUT TO:

                         JONES
          at a translucent status board in the quartermaster's station on the
          Dalla. Behind the status board, projected on a screen, a nautical
          map of the North Atlantic. Mancuso and Thompson enter.

                         JONES

                         (TO MANCUSO)
          I know you're busy, Captain. But I
          may have something here.

                         MANCUSO
          Go ahead.

                         JONES
          I've been working on a sound I heard
          when the typhoon disappeared. I washed
          it through the tape machine several times
          and managed to isolate it. But when I
          asked the computer to identify it, the
          answer I got. was magma displacement.

                         MANCUSO
          Magma displacement?

                         JONES
          Yes sir. See, the system we are
          using was originally- designed to look
          four seismic events and although we
          adapted it. to hunt for submarines -

                         MANCUSO
          utto the chase, Jonesy._:.,

                         JONES
          Aye, aye, sir. Anyway,; I got curious,
          and. started tracking. the sound on our
          lateral array. I located it four
          different times. The fifth time it
          was gone and I couldn't find it. But
          I want to show you what I worked up.
          Picking up a grease pencil, Jones makes calculations on the status
          board overlaying the nautical map:

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         -48-

                         JONES (CONT'D)
          The first contact was at zero-nine-Been
          hours and the bearing was two-six-nine.

                         (DRAWING LINE)
          Then at zero-nine-thirty hours it was
          bearing two-six-zero. And at zero-nine-
          forty-eight is was two-ive-zero.

                         (ANOTHER LINE)
          I came back to it at about ten-hundred
          and the bearing was two-four-two. The
          last signal was real faint and I didn't
          have a very good lock on it.

                         MANCUSO
          So?

                         JONES
          Well, I figure it couldn't be very far
          away from us, right? Let's say it was
          halfway between us and Iceland. That
          would put it on a course like this.
          Jones makes more calculations on the. status board. Mancuso
          recognizes a pattern:

                         MANCUSO
          Headed directly into Red Route One.

                         JONES
          Exactly. Sir, I believe the sound I
          heard is the acoustical signature of some
          kind of super-quiet Russian submarine and
          he's taking the inshore track off the
          Iceland coast.

                         THOMPSON
          What do you think, captain?
          Mancuso stares-at the status board, then turns to Jones:

                         MANCUSO
          Let me see if I got this straight. The
          three minion dollar computer tells you
          you're chasing after an earthquake and
          you aren't convinced. So you get curious
          and came up with this theory: on your own?

                         JONES

                         (UNCERTAIN)
          Yes, sir.

                         MANCUSO
          Relax, Jonesy. You sold me.
          Jones grans.

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         -49-

                         MANCUSO (CONT'D)
          Let me ask you this. If we get close
          to this supers lent sub again, you
          think you can track him down?

                         JONES
          Yes, sir. Now that I know what to
          listen for, I'1 bag the sucker cold.

                         CUT TO:

                         DAVENPORT
          frowning at Ryan, who sits opposite him, finishing a sandwich:

                         DAVENPORT
          Christ'_ I've heard some strange stuff,
          Ryan, but that takes it. Ramius must
          have a hundred men on that boat. They
          can't all want to defect. He'd have a
          mutiny on his hands.

                         RYAN
          Not ne s_~:4'y. If he personally
          recruita d the of6cers, it's theoret i ally

                         POSSIBLE -

                         DAVENPORT
          Theoretically, anything's p • But
          you're not in some cubicle at CIA.
          Over by the porthole, Painter clears his throat:

                         PAINTER
          For the sake of argument, let's assume
          you're right and Ramius intends to defect.
          What are you gonna do with the boat?
          You cant keep it. The Russians will.
          want it back. And theyRl know you've got
          it, :`because the crew wl]l tell them so.
          Or do you intend to keep them too?

                         RYAN
          Perhaps it would be enough to get some
          I men aboard to analyze the propulsion

                          SYSTEM -

                          PAINTER

                          (SMILING)

                         F
          A Coast Guard Inspection?

                         RYAN
          Perhaps. I'm not sure that ---

                         L

                         I

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         PAINTER
          Well, I agree with chuck on one thing,
          son. You've got your neck stretched way
          out there. Didn't Greer ever teach you
          the rules of survival in a bureaucracy?
          (Ryan smiles weakly)
          Still, it would be nice to keep it.
          When's the last time you slept?

                         RYAN
          Can't remember. Every time I get. the
          chance, somebody puts me on another
          airplane.

                         PAINTER
          OK. Why don't you rack out fear a while.
          The chief outside will find you quarters.

                         (STANDING)
          We'll be in CIC in the morning. It's
          gonna get real interesting out here
          the ' next couple of days.

                         PAINTER
          When you shook hands with him, you
          notice the ring on his finger,, Chuck?

                         (DAVENPORT DIDN'T)
          Class of M. Marine Corps.

                         PAINTER
          Greer told me about him. Three weeks
          after he was commissioned, he was in
          a chopper on a rescue mission in the
          Med. They went down. Bad. P11 and
          crew killed instantly. That kid spent
          eight months in traction with a broken.
          back, and two years learning to walk
          again. I think lt:'s O K for him to
          wear.: the uniform. -
          (beat),
          Don't you?

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         -51-

                         I
          closing the door to a stateroom. Exhausted, he tumbles face down
          on a lower bunk, head on a pillow. A sliver of light from the door
          to a head hits his face:

                         RYAN

                         (MUMBLING)
          Gotta be pie... Anything's possible
          ... Under the guise of Coast Guard...
          better to keep it.. how do you keep ft?
          Ryan's sound asleep.

                         CUT TO:

                         MELEKHIN
          surrounded by HOWLING NOISE in Red October's engineerin
          compartment. The. bulkheads shake. A TECHNICIAN SHOUTS

                         TECHNICIAN
          Converter temperature'is egress
          above specks and rising!

                         MELEKHIN

                         (SHOUTING BACK)
          What's the status of the cryog

                         TECHNICIAN

                         (SHOUTING)
          Liquid helium discharge pressure is
          one. hundred pounds low and drpl g!
          Ramius and Borodin race into the compartment, Pet= is right
          behind them. The ship GROANS. Ramius. BELLOWS:

                         RAMIUS
          What is It?

                         MELEKHIN

                         (SHOUTING BACK)
          he cryogenic plant has failed! The
          super conducting magnets are not being
          cooled and the temperature of the
          . caterpiar assembly is rising to
          dangerous levels.. If we don't turn
          It, off, it's gonna melt!

                         RAMIUS

                         (TO TECHNICIAN
          Shut everything down!
          Ship SHUDDERS. Technicians work at a fever
          white as a ghost. in seconds, the RACKET stops.

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         TECHNICIAN
          Caterpi']]ar flows are stabilizing.

                         (BEAT)
          Magnet temperatures are dropping.

                         PETROV

                         (SCARED)
          Any reactor damage?

                         MELEKHIN
          There was a power spike, but the
          reactor scrammed itself automatically.

                         PETROV
          But are there any radiation --

                         MELEKHIN

                         (ANGRY)
          I. don't know, dammiti

                         RAMIUS
          How long before you can fix it?

                         MELEKHIN
          I have to find out what's wrong first.
          It could be a problem with the liquid
          helium cycle. Maybe the super conducting
          material has failed.

                         RAMIUS
          We're going to have to run an normal
          propuLainn. Can you get the reactor up?

                         MELEKHIN

                         Y]

                         PETROV -
          Shouldn't-'we first check the

                         RAMIUS
          That will be all, Doctor.
          Frightened, Petrov, stares at Ramb, The Captain's indomitable.
          Petrov leaves. Borodin has concerns of his own:

                         BORODIN'
          What if we're detected, Captain?

                         RAMIUS
          Pray that we aren't, Vasily.

                         CUT TO:

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         JEFF PELT: `
          in a chair in his offf in the Executive Office Building. Through a
          window, the White House. On a couch opposite him

                         ANDREI LYSENKO
          fifties, dewlapped Soviet Ambassador to the United States, in a dark
          suit and tie. Lysenko's uncomfortable. Pelt stares at him:

                         PELT
          Forgive me, Ambassador, for dispensing
          with the usual formalities. But the
          President views this situation as critical.
          Our m,7 ttary counts thirty-two of your
          anti-submarine aircraft in the sky laying
          down enough sonar buoys that a man could
          walk from Greenland to Norway without
          getting his feet wet. What's going on?

                         LYSENKO
          we fear she may. be down.
          Lysenko leans forward:

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         LYSENKO (CONT'D)
          I hope there won't be any confusion
          in this matter.

                         PELT
          So do I, Ambassador Lysenko. Confusion
          could be --

                         (CAREF'ULLY)
          Catastrophic.

                         CUT TO:

          A SOVIET BEAR FOXTROT
          anti-submarine aircraft, BLASTING through cumulus at thirty
          thousand feet, TURBOPROPS HOWLING, a blazing firedog in the
          white-hot sun.

          IN THE FUSELAGE
          of the Foxtrot, a wall of electronic equipment supports the starboard.
          bulkhead.

          WARRANT OFFICER ANDREI AMALRIC
          twenty, Soviet sonar operator, spots something on a sonar display
          simuar to Jones'. Speaking into a headset:

                         AMALRIC
          Sonar contact on buoy number one-
          seven-nine. Contact is twenty-seven
          mil southwest, ze o-nine-zero.
          Data indicates contact is Red October.

          IN THE COCKPIT
          of the Foxtrot:, forward of Amalr4c, PILOT and COPILOT are .
          surrounded by dials and switches:

                         PILOT

                         (INTO HEADSET)
          Acknowledged, sonar. Coming to course.-
          zero-nine-zero.

                         (TO COPILOT)
          Contact Red Fleet Command and r2con8rm.
          our orders.
          Grabbing a mike, the copflct FLIPS toggle SWITCHES above his
          head. Leaning on the yoke, the p110t turns the plane.

          IN THE FUSELAGE
          of the Foxtrot, Amalric works his computer, wiping sweat from his

                         FOREHEAD:

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         -55-

                         AMALRIC

                         (INTO HEADSET)
          Recommend dropping a four buoy
          localization pattern. Will coach
          to drop paint.

          IN THE SKY
          TURBOPROPS SHRIEKING, the Foxtrot ROCKETS out of a cloud
          bank at unbelievable speed, leveling off above the racing ocean.

          IN THE FUSELAGE
          of the Foxtrot, Amalric nudges his computer, punching up one
          program after another:

                         AMALRIC

                         (INTO HEADSET)
          Vector to the drop paint. Zero-
          nine-five. Eighteen males.

          IN THE COCKPIT
          of the Foxtrot, the pilot steers the vector. Beside him, the copilot
          talks into a phone:

                         COPILOT
          Red Fleet Command, this is Bear Foxtrot
          two-eight-four. We have contact
          evaluated as Red October. Request
          conformation to attack?

                         (TURNING)
          Captain, orders to attack are confirmed.

                         PILOT
          Arm. the weapons.
          The copilot starts flipping more toggle switches.

          IN THE FUSELAGE
          of the Foxtrot, Amalric concentrates on the shimmering display:

                         AMALRIC

                         (INTO HEADSET)
          Vector zero-nine-six, ten mZ 7es.
          Two minutes to the drop paint.

          IN THE COCKPIT
          of the Foxtxvt, still pushing toggle SWITCHES, the copilot checks a
          fire control monitor, glancing at the pilot:

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         -56-

                         COPILOT
          Weapons are armed. All pre-launch
          check is satsfactcry.

          IN THE SKY
          the Foxtrot chews up the afternoon, a deadly projectile hell bent on
          destruction. Below, the ocean streaks by.

          IN THE FUSELAGE
          of the Foxtrot, preparing to launch his localization pattern, Amalric
          presses a button on his fire control console:

                         AMALRIC

                         (INTO HEADSET)
          Buoys are away. Recommend standard
          turn to the right.

          IN THE SKY
          four sonar buoys exit the belly of the Foxtrot. Trailing parachutes,
          they splash into the ice-cold sea.

                         CUT TO:

                         RAMIUS
          in Red October's Conn, talking in hushed tones with Melekhin and
          Borodin. Oblivious to their conversation, the crew moves about in
          the background.

                         RAMIUS
          What do you mean, „ you stall, don't know?

                         MELEKHIN
          Captain, I need -

                         BORODIN
          Dammit, Alex. If we run any longer on
          normal power, weft have the w-hole -

          T BILISI (VO)

                         (ON SPEAKERS)
          Captain, sonar! We have just been
          overflown by a low altitude multi-
          engine turboprop!

                         RAMIUS

                         (GRABBING MIKE)
          Put it on audio.
          SONAR on AUDIO. Ramius glances at Borodin. Ashen, Borodin
          puts down a clipboard. At his quartermaster station, Stadnyuk
          upends, a mess of pencils.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          TBILISI (V O )

                         (ON SPEAKERS)
          Several short transients are close aboard.
          Could be water entry of small objects!

                         RAMIUS
          All stop!

                         (TO MELEKHIN)
          We have just run out of time, Comrade.
          Get us out of this mess. And hurry!

                         (MELEKHIN SPLITS)
          Quartermaster, sounding?

                         (NO ANSWER)
          Dammit, Ivan. Give me a sounding!

                         STADNYUK

                         (STAMMERING)
          There are five hundred meters under
          the keel..

                         RAMIUS

                         (INTO MIKE)
          Torpedo room, this is the Captain.
          Prepare to launch a counter-measure.
          Ramins and Borodin exchange glances. At his quartermaster station,
          Stadnyuk is paralyzed with fear.

          IN THE FUSELAGE
          of the Foxtrot, Amalrioa wipes his brow, continuing to work his

                         COMPUTER:

                         AMALRIC

                         (INTO HEADSET)
          I have a confirmed and localized target.
          I am ready to shift aircraft control to
          computer for weapons firing.

          IN THE COCKPIT
          Of the Foxtrot, the copilot runs a final check. Adjusting his
          headset, the pilbt answers Amalric:

                         PILOT

                         (INTO HEADSET)
          You have permission to shift aircraft
          control.

                         (TO COPILOT)
          Ask God for forgiveness, Comrade.

          IN THE FUSELAGE
          of the Foxtrot, Ama1ric enters a program on his keyboard. Watching
          it lock in, he announces:

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         AMALRIC

                         (INTO HEADSET)
          Computer is now in control, of aircraft.

          IN THE SKY
          the Foxtrot levels off. Bomb bay doors inch open, revealing a
          torpedo, sixteen inches in diameter and eight feet long. As the
          plane's nose dips, the torpedo relaasee.
          parachute opening behind, a thousand pounds of doomsday device
          dive earthward at dizzying speed, splashing into choppy sea.

          ON RED OCTOBER
          in the Conn, Ramius listens to SONAR on AUDIO. Faint PINGS
          appear, growing inexorably LOUDER, more FREQUENT, the
          submariner's worst nightmare:

                         TBILISI (VO)

                         (ON SPEAKERS)
          High speed screw l Torpedo in the water!

                         RAMIUS

                         (INTO MIKE)
          Torpedo room, this is the Captain.
          Launch counter-measure.
          The Conn SHUDDERS. Metal GRINDS. Within moments, a second
          PINGING Is added to that of the TORPEDO on AUDIO.

          TORPEDO ROOM (VO)

                         (ON SPEAKER)
          Captain, this is the torpedo room.
          Counter-measure has been launched.

          IN THE WATER
          outskle Red October. The counter-measure, a device similar to a
          torpedo, designed to confuse acoustic homing mechanisms, spins
          away Pram Red October on high-speed screws.

          ON RED OCTOBER
          in the Conn, torpedo and counter-measure PING LOUDLY on ship's
          SPEAKERS. Cool as ice, Ramius turns to Kamarov, at dive control:

                         RAMIUS
          Bottom the ship.

                         STADNYUK
          Wait!
          Leaving his quartermaster's station, Stadnyuk stands on shaky legs
          between Ramius and Kamarov:

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         -59-

                         STADNYUK (CONT'D)
          The bottom is five hundred meters
          down. We9l be crushed!

                         RAMIUS
          You're relieved of your duties, Ivan!
          Return to your quarters.

                         (BEAT)
          Now!
          Amplified PINGS. Torpedo's getting CLOSER. The counter-measure
          is MOVING AWAY. Waiting until. Stadnyuk has gone, Ramius turns
          to the Kamarov:

                         RAMIUS (CONT'D)
          Bottom the damn ship!

          IN THE WATER
          Tanks flooding, Red October dives into the abyss.. Beyond, in the
          clammering dark, the torpedo hurtles relentlessly forward, death on
          wheels.

          IN THE FUSELAGE
          of the Foxtrot, Amalrk listens to the torpedo:

                         AMALRIC

                         (ON HEADSET)
          Weapon has locked onto target and
          is homing.

          ON RED OCTOBER:.
          in the Conn, men bang on. Everything is at a forty-five degree
          down angle. Kamarov watches a depth gauge plummet.

                         KAMAROV
          Four hundred meters.
          Bulkheads CRACK under tons of pressure. Torpedo and counter-
          measure'. PING on AUDIO.
          Red October dives under the torpedo. it misses the safl by inches.
          Lacking a target, it automatically initiates a wide turn to the left.

          IN THE FUSELAGE
          of the Foxtrot,. Amaltic reports the torpedo's progress, vaice f lat:

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         -60-

                         AMALRIC

                         (INTO HEADSET)
          Torpedo has lost contact.

                         (LISTENING)
          Searching.

          ON RED OCTOBER
          in the Conn, men hang on as the ship dives deeper. Kamarov
          watches the depth gauge creep into a red zone. Torpedo PINGS are
          farther APART, Less FREQUENT.

                         TBIISSI (VO)

                         (ON SPEAKERS)
          Torpedo has passed over us. It's
          hunting for a target.

                         KAMAROV

                         (READING)
          Four hundred fifty meters. Estimate
          bottom at five hundred meters.
          AIL eyes are fixed on the depth gauge. Bulkheads POP. A
          saltwater relief valve EXPLODES. BLASTED in the fame with
          WATER, a HELMSMAN leaps to his feet, SCREAMING:

                         HELMSMAN
          We're flooding!
          Expressinnless, Kamarov slams him back to his chair and shuts down
          the relief valve. The spray stops:

                         KAMAROV
          Keep your teeth on the shelf, boy.
          Nobody's flooding.

                         (READING)
          Passing four hundred seventy-fve
          meters. Estimate bottoming in
          twenty-five meters.

                         WATER
          the Red October hits bottom, kicking up sand and sit, bulkheads
          fragile as eggshells.

          IN THE FUSELAGE
          of the Foxtrot, Amalric strains to hear on his headset. Suddenly,
          .his eyes light up:

                         AMALRIC

                         (INTO HEADSET)
          Weapon has reacquired. Homing againi

                         

                         

                         

                         

          ON RED OCTOBER
          in the Conn, BULKHEADS GROAN. On the audio, torpedo and
          counter-measure PINGS fall into SYNC:

                         TBIIISI (VO)

                         (ON SPEAKER)
          Captain, the torpedo is homing on
          our counter-measure!
          PINGS begin a weird contrapuntal DANCE, ultimately becoming

          SIMULTANEOUS.

          IN THE WATER
          two thousand meters from Red October, the torpedo EXPLODES.
          TONS'Of WATER are DISPLACED.

          ON RED OCTOBER
          in the Conn, CONCUSSIONS rock the HULL. Sailors cling to the
          bulkhead. Equipment CRASHES to the FLOOR. Dust falls from the
          ding,.
          Lights FLICKER. On the deck, face strobing In the blinking light,
          Ramius looks unearthly. The helmsman, water dripping from his
          clothes, WHISPERS:

                         HELMSMAN
          Captain, who's shooting at us?

                         KAMAROV
          Easy, boy.
          Borodin COUGHS. Confused, the crew watch their Captain. Lights
          stay on. Concussions die down. Ships speakers CRACKLE:

                         MELEKHIN (VO)

                         (ON SPEAKERS)
          Captain, the caterpa`llar is fixed.
          silent drive is operational.
          Jarred from his reverie, Ramius opens the intercom, speaking to the

                         ENTIRE SHIP:

                         RAMIUS
          This Is the Captain. The explosion
          you Just heard was the first operational
          test of a new counter-measure. The
          torpedo was launched by our friends
          in Soviet aviation.
          Borodin stares at Ramius:

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         RAMIUS (CONT'D)
          Until now, orders required that I keep
          this aspect of our mission secret so
          that you might be evaluated under
          simulated battle conditions.

                         (TO KAMAROV)
          Pump us off the bottom and engage the
          c�taerpa'T]ar.
          Nobody moves. Ramius is indomitable:

                         RAMIUS (CONT'D)
          Diving officer, bring the ship to
          one hundred meters.

                         KAMAROV

                         (TO PLANESMAN)
          Pump auxiliaries to sea. Twenty
          thousand pounds.

                         (NO RESPONSE)
          Now!
          Galvanized, the planesman makes preparations to raise the ship.
          Ramius stares at Borodin. Things are getting ragged.

                         CUT TO:

          RAMIUS, MELEKHIN AND BORODIN
          in a cramped tunnel beneath Red October's engineering compartment.
          Melekhin is holding a steel. pipe. Above, a piece of rope dangles
          from some gears. A slipknot has been tied on the loose end.

                         MELEKHIN
          Someone rigged the pipe so that when
          we took a down angle it would fall
          into the gears.

                         RAMIUS

                         MELEKHIN
          No doubt about it. And whoever it
          was knew exactly how to cripple the
          caterpillar in a way not easy to find.

                         (BEAT)
          I st]]. don't know if there's any react=
          damage. I9]. have to take a sample of
          the axilant. - We are dealing with no
          ordinary sailor.

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         RAMIUS
          (to Bo=odin)
          We21. have to find a way to get the crew
          off this ship, now. We are in danger
          every second they are aboard.

                         BORODIN
          But, Captain. There's over a hundred
          of them.

                         CUT TO:

                         RYAN
          brushing his teeth in the head adjacent to his stateroom on the
          Kennedy. Through an open door, his unmade bunk. Catching sight
          of himself in the mirror:

                         RYAN
          We'd have to get rid of the crew.

                         (BEAT)
          How do you get the crew off a nuclear
          submarine?

                         CUT TO:

                         JONES
          in the Dalla' sonar shack, working furiously with his equipment.
          Beaumont watches. The COB's behind him. TRANSIENT ocean
          NOISE on SPEAKERS. Over the INTERCOM:

                         MANCUSO (OS)
          Sonar, Conn. Anything yet, Tonesy?

                         JONES

                         (INTO INTERCOM )
          Conn, sonar. Negative, Captain.

                         COB
          Where is your phantom Russian sub,
          Jonesy? According to your calcuiat£ons
          we ' should have picked him up hours ago.

                         JONES
          He's close. I can feel it.

                         COB
          Close don't count in anything but horseshoes
          and hand grenades.
          Beaumont CHORTLES. Jones glances at him:

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         JONES
          Don't encourage the man, seaman Beaumont.
          He's very old.

                         COB-
          The hell, you say.

                         JONES
          You're an old man, COB. Way over the
          ham. Your trout is so wrinkled it's
          about to faU off.

                         COB
          Screw you.

                         JONES
          Speaking of which, what happened to that
          Hustler Magazine that was in the head?

                         COB

                         (BLANCHING)
          Don't start on that crap.
          Beaumont grins. The C O 8 and Jones are everything he hoped the
          Navy would be:

                         BEAUMONT

                         (M AY)
          What Hustler magazine?

                         JONES
          For many months, seaman Beaumont,
          there was a Hustler magazine located
          in the crew's head. it was community
          property.

                         (WORKING SONAR)
          Then one day, it disappeared. The
          ..COB. here was the last person seen
          entering the head before it vanished.

                         BEAUMONT
          Where'd it' go?

                         COB

                         (SQUIRMING)
          Come on, Jonesy.

                         JONES
          I have a theory, seaman Beaumont.
          I believe the CO B Is like a black
          widow, spider. After he has sex
          with a magazine, he eats it.
          Beaumont HOWLS. The COB turns pink.

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         -65-

                         COS
          Goddam you, Jonesy --

                         JONES

                         (RAISING HIS

                         HAND)
          Wait!
          Jones the tunes a dial. In the distance, barely di i nguishahle
          through transient NOISE, the sound of RUSTLING WATER followed
          by a fleeting HUM.

                         CUT TO:

                         PAINTER
          Leaning over a status board in the Combat Information Center on the
          Kennedy. Replete with lights, the status board reveals details of
          force deployment. Ryan enters, carrying copse:

                         RYAN
          Morning, Admiral.

                         PAINTER
          Sleep well?

                         RYAN
          Like the dead.
          (re: status board)
          Our friends have been busy.

                         PAINTER
          During the night, they positioned most
          of their front line submarines at barrier
          stations between Greenland and Iceland.
          Here, here and here.

                         (PIG)
          The majority of their Northern Fleet
          surface vessels are moving in a line
          abreast through here.

                         (BEAT)
          It's an old anti submaxlne tactic. Like
          beaters in the jungle making a lot of
          noise, driving the prey into the guns
          of waiting hunters.

                         (PIG)
          One of our submarines, the Da71as, reports
          intermittent contact with Red October and
          is positioned here at the bottom of Red
          Route One. With luck, the Dallas will
          inte pt her.

                         RYAN
          Could you get me aboard the Dallas?

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         -66-

                         PAINTER
          We could fly you out there in a helicopter.
          But I don't think you'd like that much.

                         RYAN-

                         (ASHEN)
          No other way?

                         PAINTER
          That's all there is, I'm afraid.
          Putting down his coffee cup, Ryan stares at the status board. A
          sal]ci r arrives with a message. Reading it, Painter glances at Ryan:

                         PAINTER (CONT'D)
          DaIlas found Red October and is
          backing her now.
          Locking eyes with Painter, Ryan grits his teeth.

                         RYAN

                         (FLY)
          Memos. From now on nothing but memos.

                         CUT TO:

                         MANCUSO
          at tire control in the Dallas' Conn. Thompson's on the deck.

                         THOMPSON

                         (TO MANCUSO)
          Captain, we're about a thousand yards
          on Red October's port quarter. She's
          tracking on course two-one-zero, eight
          knots.

                         MANCUSO
          Jones -'studies his w tern - The COB stands behind him. Beaumont
          watches. A]l kidding has stopped. This is strictly business:

                         JONES

                         (ON MIKE)
          Conn, sonar. Signal to noise ratio
          is dropping.

                         (BEAT)
          Possib3e aspect change on Sierra
          thirty-five, Red October.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          IN THE CONN
          at fire control, Mancuso is suddenly alert.

                         THOMPSON
          Sonar, Conn, aye.

                         FIRE CONTROL
          Concur, possible zig. Bearing rate
          increasing to the right.

                         IN SONAR
          Jones studies his equipment. Beaumont wonders what's going on.
          Suddenly, Jones barks:

                         JONES

                         (INTO MIKE)
          Conn, sonar. Crazy Ivan!

          IN THE CONN
          like a cat, Mancuso moves onto the deck behind Thompson, eyes

                         BLAMING:

                         MANCUSO

                         (TO THOMPSON)
          All stop i Come left and stay in his
          baffles.

                         (F IG)
          Rig for quiet running. All compartments
          eliminate noise evolutions.

                         IN SONAR
          the COB and Jones ft+eeze. Everything's super-quiet. Beaumont

                         WHISPERS:

                         BEAUMONT
          What! s ' going on, Jonesy?

                         JONES

                         (WHISPERING)
          The Soviet Captain has a blind spot
          astern in his baffles and he's turning
          suddenly to see if he can catch us
          there. It's a trick the Soviets use
          called a crazy Ivan turn.

                         (BEAT)
          Your average skipper might get caught
          with his pants down. Not Mancuso.
          We stop all engines and turn with him.
          Staying in his baffles. Quiet as a mouse.

                         

                         

                         

                         
          Beaumont frowns. Seconds pass. Working his equipment, Jones
          WHISPERS into his MIKE:

                         JONES (CONT'D)
          Conn, sonar. Red October is coming
          left. My read is he's returning to
          base course.

                         (GIG AT

                         BEAUMONT)
          Skipper got him. The Russian hasn't
          got a clue.

          IN THE CONN
          On the deck, Mancuso glances at fire control.

                         FIRE CONTROL
          Bearing rate has steadied. He's
          returning to course two-one-zero.

                         MAN CUSO
          Very well. Secure from quiet running.
          RADIOMAN enters.

                         RADIOMAN

                         (TO MANCUSO)
          Just decrypted this message from
          Fleet Command, sir.
          Opening the message, Mancuso scans it:

                         MANCUSO
          Damn!

                         THOMPSON
          What?

                         MANCUSO
          !re not gonna believe this.

                         CUT TO:

                         THUNDERING ROTORS
          on a SH-3 on the Kennedy's flight deck. Ryan and Davenport move
          to the waiting chopper. Davenport SHOUTS:

                         DAVENPORT
          The Dallas picked up Red October and
          is tracking her again. The Admiral
          issued orders for her to fall back and
          pick you up.
          Davenport takes Ryan's arm.

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         DAVENPORT (CONT'D)
          Ryan, listen to me. Getting someone
          on a sub is a nightmare. The Admiral
          told me what happened to you in the
          Mediterranean. The next hour could
          be very rough.
          Ryan ftroes a grin. A sax7or helps him into the helicopter.
          Davenport steps back. ROTORS ACCELERATE.

                         CUT TO:

                         JEFF PELT
          in his chair in his office in the Executive Office Building. Sitting
          on the couch in precisely the same position as when they last talked,
          Ambassador Lysenko wipes his brow:

                         LYSENKO
          The weather in Washington is so
          unpredictable, don't you think?

                         PELT
          How can I help you, Ambassador?

                         LYSENKO
          I'm afraid there's been a pew
          development.

                         (PAUSE)
          Apparently, the initial reports that
          one of our submarines was missing were
          not completely accurate.

                         (PELT IS
          silent),
          The. submarine in question, Red October,
          is commanded' by a Captain Marko Ramius
          Apparently r he has suffered some kind
          of a nervous breakdown...

                         (SWEATING)
          He -posted a letter just before he
          announcing his intentions to
          fire his mis' it at the United Stat s.
          Pelt stares at Lysenko. Lysenko shifts his weight. _ The Russian
          finds Pelt's steady•.gaze unnerving:

                         PELT
          Why didn't you tell me this the last
          time we met?

                         LYSENKO
          In my position, I'm sometimes compromised
          by the fact that Moscow doesn't tea me
          everything.

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         PELT
          So one of your submarine captains has
          gone insane?

                         (LYSENKO NODS)
          What is it you want from us?

                         LYSENKO
          The other day you offered your assistance

                         PELT
          The other day it was a rescue mission.
          You want us to help you hunt Ramius
          down and kill. him?

                         LYSENKO
          Because American lives are at stake,
          I've been instructed to ask your
          President for precisely that.

                         (SWALLOWING)
          Since you were so adamant about the
          consequences of confusion, I thought
          we might ask him together.

                         PELT
          I understand.
          Pelt picks up the phone.

                         CUT TO:

                         BROKEN SUNSHINE
          dappling a choppy sea. Ice-cold WIND whips whitecapped waves and
          lashes the horizon. The helicopter with Ryan aboard circles into
          view.

          IN THE CHOPPER
          HOWLING. NOISE. PILOT and COPILOT navigate tricky winds.. TWO
          SAILORS crouch by an open door, checking a harness on Ryan.
          Tuiindng to the pi ot, the copilot BELLOWS:

                         COPILOT
          no contact with the Da'Ha!

                         # (READING GAUGE)
          Fuel capacity is in the red!

                         PILOT
          We can't wait any Unger!

                         COPILOT
          Hang on. I have contact!

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         PILOT
          OK. Tell them to surface.

                         (RE: RYAN)
          Hook him up! But hurry, we don't
          have much fuel left!
          Sai],or threads cable through a winch by the door. Ryan's white as
          a ghost. NOISE Is DEAFENING. Another sa�ar belts a harness to
          Ryan's back.
          Ryan peers down. Wind from the rotors crushes the waves.
          Between his feet, Ryan can see the small white wake from a
          periscope.

          ON THE DALLAS
          in the Conn, Mancuso spins the scope. Thompson watches him.
          Both he and Mancuso wear life jackets:

                         MANCUSO
          Whoever this guy is, he's in far one
          hell of a ride.

                         ( NG)
          Officer of the deck. Surface the ship.
          A flurry of activity in the Conn. The Dallas prepares to surface.
          Mancuso and Thompson move to a hatch by the helm.

          IN THE CHOPPER
          the saftors i nish strapping Ryan into the sling. One of them leans
          forward, painting to a ]ever on Ryan's chest, SHOUTING:

                         SAILOR
          Pull this to release!
          Fighting. panic, Ryan glances down. A mitlion miles below, the sea
          bans- mine-grey.

          ON THE DALLAS
          sail in the Conn work like lightning in cramped quarters. A
          petty af€'lcer straps Mancuso and Thompson into harnesses.

                         MANCUSO
          You got a man dangling at the end of
          a line with no paint of reference and
          helicopter rotors generating enough
          static electak ty that we have to
          ground him or it! l be like grabbing
          a hot wire and if he falls in the water
          the only way to get him out is with divers
          'cause most of the ship's underwater.

                         (PAUSE)
          Fun?

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         THOMPSON

                         (G NING)
          Why I joined the Navy.
          A sager hands Mancuso a phone for the bridge.

                         THOMPSON (CONT'D)
          I put Jonesy in the forward escape
          hatch in case he goes in the drink.

                         MANCUSO
          Good. We got no idea who this guy
          is or why the Navy wants his on
          our boat so bad.

          IN THE CHOPPER
          Teeth chattering, sta:ugg g with deja vu, Ryan is transfixed by, the
          sub-zero ocean. HOWLING WIND and CRASHING ROTORS. Eyes
          wide, he watches

          THE DALLAS RISE
          First the sail, then the foredeck EXPLODE high into the air, finally
          CRASHING back to the WATER.

          ON THE DALLAS
          The COB helps Jones climb into an escape trunk aft of the sail. It's
          cramped and brightly lit. Jones checks his equipment.

          IN THE CHOPPER
          Ryan watches Mancuso and Thompson climb out of the sail onto the
          lurching bridge.The sailer leans close, HOLLERING:

                         SAILOR
          Hang on!
          He trips a laver on the winch. Cable feeds out a few feet Holding
          his breath, Ryan inches into the abyss.

          ON THE BRIDGE
          Mancuso lays binoculars on Ryan. Thompson ties both of them to
          the sail The sub pitches and rolls. Forward and aft are buried
          beneath waves.
          Fingers freezing, Thompson clamps one end of a jumper cable to a
          metal lip on the bridge to ground the sub against static generated
          by the helicopter's rut

                         

                         

                         

                         

          IN THE AIR
          savage WINDS from the chopper's ROTORS start spinning Ryan like
          a top. Desperately, he trams to control the dizzying motion.
          Above, caught in an unexpected wind sheer, the chopper plummets
          seaward. Ryan's line goes slack. Angry sea rushes up at him with
          blistering speed.

          IN THE CHOPPER
          the pilot struggles for control. Behind him, loose equipment SLAMS
          into the WINCH, JAMMING the CABLE. CURSING, the pilot regains
          control. The chopper stabilizes.

          IN THE AIR
          CRACKING like a WHIP, the CABLE goes TAUT. Ryan feels like
          he's been hit with a sledgehammer. Unable to breathe, he RIPS off
          his HELMET.
          A rock in a sling, he tries to get his bearings. Everything's grey.
          Above, the chopper's rotors CHEW the SKY. Help] s, Ryan starts
          swinging like a pendulum.

          ON THE BRIDGE
          Mancuso and Thompson watch Ryan rocket by at Mach 10. A huge
          arc carries him way out over the angry sea. Slowing down, Ryan
          starts to spin again.

                         MANCUSO

                         (SCREAMING)
          See if you can get a ground on his line.
          I'm gonna try and catch the bastard!
          Way out on the horizon, Ryan reaches the end of his arc and starts
          a comet-like ride back at the ship.

          IN THE CROPPER
          the pilot FEATHERS. CONTROLS trying to reduce Ryan's
          mind-boggling-ride. over his shoulder, he BELLOWS:

                         PILOT
          Reel him back in!

                         SAILOR

                         (TRYING)
          The cable's jammed!

                         PILOT
          If they don't pick him up this time,
          we have to cut him Ioxe!

                         

                         

                         

                         
          The sailor keeps trying to rewind the cable. No go. sweating, he
          wraps gloved fingers around the emergency release on the drum.

          IN THE AIR
          Ryan watches the Dallas' saw rush at him with unbelievable speed, a
          towering black monolith on an ubiquitous canvas of grey.

          ON THE BRIDGE
          Thompson readies the ground, holding one end in the air. A wave
          BLASTS the DALLAS.

          THE GROUNDING CABLE
          rips free of the bridge. Surprised, Thompson goes overboard.
          Caught in his harness, he dangles helplessly above the water.
          Mancuso and Ryan reach for each other as Ryan hurtles at the
          bridge. All hell breaks loose:

          A BOLT OF ELECTRICITY
          arcs between their oohed hands. BLITZED, Mancuso is
          KNOCKED hard to his KNEES.

          IN THE CHOPPER,
          the sailor pulls. the release lever, CUTTING the cable. it SLAMS
          back inside like a two ton rubber band.

          IN THE AIR
          unhooked, Ryan sling-shots fifty yards over the pitching bow of the
          Dalyas, disappearing beneath the ice-cold water.

          UNDER THE. WATER
          Bubbles trailing from his mouth, Ryan struggles to free himself from
          the harness.

          ON THE BRIDGE
          a vision of hell, hair blowing in all diYectlons, Mancuso eyeballs the
          spot where Ryan went down, SCREAMING:

                         MANCUSO

                         (INTO PHONE)
          Man overboard!
          Thompson drags himself back onto the bridge.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          IN THE ESCAPE TRUNK
          Jones hears Mancuso's voice BOOMING over SPEAKERS:

                         MANCUSO (VO)

                         (ON SPEAKERS)
          Man overboard! Twenty yards off
          the starboard bow!
          The COB SLAMS the HATCH, turning the trunk into an iron tomb.
          Jones pulls a mask over his eyes, activates his oxygen and drags
          open the exterior hatch.

          SEA WATER THUNDERS
          in, submerging him in Icy stillness. Securing a line to the
          bulkhead, Jones swims out into the swirling brine.

          IN THE AIR
          the chopper banks hard to the left, climbs Into the mist and starts
          circling the Dams.

          IN THE WATER
          free of the harness, Ryan bobs like a cork in the waves. Fifty
          yards away, the keeness sub p bahes violently.

          A ' DIVER
          surfaces next to Ryan. Removing his mouthpiece, Jones BELLOWS
          over the CRASHING SEA:

                         JONES
          Are. you injured!?

                         JONES
          I'm gonna take you in through an
          escape trunk!
          Jones hooks Ryan to the line. Salt stings Ryan's eyes. His,
          breathing's ragged.

          ON THE DALLAS
          BEDLAM in the CONN. STACCATO orders. Mancuso helps
          Thompson through the hatch. Hell on wheels, Mancuso disappears
          down a passageway.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          IN THE WATER
          Jones and Ryan ride waves by the curved hull. of the ship. Jones
          offers Ryan his mouthpiece.

                         RYAN
          Wait a minute!

                         JONES
          Listen, you son-af-a-bit h. I'm only
          gonna tell you once. Stick this fucking
          thing in your mouth and breathe!
          Ryan takes the mouthpiece, inhaling and exhaling rapidly. The
          helicopter circles above. Jones drags Ryan

          UNDER THE WATER
          into bruised silence. Pulling themselves downward along the Dalla
          rolling hull, Ryan and Jones share oxygen.

          IN THE ESCAPE TRUNK
          Ryan and Jones pull themselves inside. Blazing light ignites a fire
          storm of one-caned organisms. Eyes wide, Ryan watches Jones c3 se
          the hatch.
          Jones starts draining the trunk. Everything slows down. Echoes
          REVERBERATE. The water level in the trunk drops and the

          SHRIEK OF PRESSURIZED AIR
          ASSAULTS Ryan's EARDRUMS. Hurling the mouthpiece. away, he
          gulps air in the rapidly draining trunk like a banked trout.

          IN THE HALLWAY
          outside the trunk, Mancuso and crew open the hatch. Tumbling
          out, Ryan stands; on shaky legs, excited, babbling:

                         RYAN
          Jesus Christ! I cant believe it!
          Jesus Christ --»

                         MANCUSO
          Take it easy --

                         RYAN
          When I hit the water, it was like Ice.
          I thought I was going to freeze --

                         MANCUSO
          Slow down. You're hypervent it sting.

                         (RYAN BLINKS)
          Now, who are you?

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         RYAN

                         (DISORIENTED)
          Sorry. I'm Jack Ryan. Are you
          Captain Mancuso?
          Mancuso nods. The radioman appears with another message.
          Mancuso rips it open and starts reading it. Ryan rockets into

                         PRESENT TIME:

                         RYAN (CONT'D)
          Captain, we have to find the Red October.
          She's a Russian --

                         MANCUSO

                         (READING)
          I already found him, Ryan. Then I
          was ordered to pick you up.

                         RYAN -

                         (QUIC)DY)
          We have to find him again. The
          Captain is going to defect and -

                         MANCUSO
          What the hell are you yammering about?

                         RYAN
          I have to talk to -

                         MANCUSO
          Mr. Thompson. Get this man some
          dry clothes and coffee.

                         RYAN

                         BUT CAPTAIN

                         MANCUSO
          I'Il be in the Conn.

          JUMP CUT TO:
          at the entrance of the sonar shack, fifteen minutes later. Behind
          him, in the Conn, the crew is preparing to man battle stations.
          Jones has returned to sonar.

                         MANCUSO

                         (TO JONES)
          Any sign that he's alerted to our
          presence?

                         JONES
          No, sir, captain. operating as before.

                         

                         

                         

                         
          Ryan appears in dry clothes. Mancuso ignores him. The of5cer of
          the deck turns to Mancuso:

                         OOD
          Captain. Battle stations are manned.

                         MANCUSO
          Very well.

                         RYAN
          What do you mean battle stations?

                         (URGENTLY)
          Look, I've been authorized by the
          President of the United States to
          talk to the Captain of Red October.
          Mancuso takes the last message from his pocket:

                         MANCUSO
          And I have been ordered to blow him
          out of the water if he stays on a
          course to the United States or
          demonstrates any hostile intentions.

                         RYAN

                         (STUNNED)
          I don't understand.

                         MANCUSO

                         (RE: MESSAGE)
          According to this he's gone bughouse
          and intends to fire his missiles. So
          much f= your defection theory.
          Mancuso hands Ryan the message.. Ryan stares at. it. Mancuso
          turns back to the officer of the deck:

                         MANCUSO (CONT'D)
          Officer of the deck. Make,

                         RYAN
          Wail!

                         (RE: MESSAGE)
          Think about this a second. Naturally
          the Soviets would tall us he is insane.
          They want us to sink him before he has
          an opportunity to defect.

                         JONES

                         (TO MANCUSO)
          Captain, crazy Ivan.

                         MANCUSO
          All. stop i Come left and stay in his
          baffles. Rig for quiet running.

                         

                         

                         

                         
          The officer of the deck repeats Mancuso's orders. Mancuso and
          Ryan are eyeball-etc-eyeball.. Ryan whispers:

                         RYAN
          Listen to me, Captain. There must
          be some way you can establish contact
          without violating your orders. I'm
          telling you, he wants to defect.

                         (MANCUSO FROWNS)
          If there's ever going to be peace in
          the world somebody has to take a risk.
          Give the man a chance. He's defecting.
          I know it.

                         (MANCUSO HESITATES)
          Please.

                         MANCUSO
          (after a beat)
          AIL back two-thirds.
          Nobody moves. Jones glances at Mancuso. Mancuso stares at Ryan
          The ofSt r of the deck's e d

                         OOD
          Sorry, sir. Would you repeat --

                         MANCUSO
          I said, aill back two-thirds!

                         HELMSMAN
          Helm answers. AIL back two-thirds.
          Hell RINGS. Ship SHUDDERS. Ryan's ears pop. Jones glares at

                         MANCUSO:

                         MANCUSO
          AIL shop!

                         (TO RYAN)
          OK, Ryan. We just unzipped our fly.
          Now if he so much as twitches, I"m..
          gonna blow the bastard to Mars.

                         CUT TO:

                         RAMIUS
          in the Conn on Red October, surrounded by activity. Urgently, he
          speaks into a mike:

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         _E0-

                         RAMIUS
          Sonar, this is Ramius. Can you
          identify the contact?

                         TBILISI (VO)

                         (ON SPEAKERS)
          American Los Angeles class attack
          submarine. Bearing zero-ftve-
          zero, range three hundred yards.

                         CUT TO:

                         MANCUSO
          in the Dalla' Conn, on the deck. Thompson's at fire control. Ryan
          is to Mancuso's left. Crew's at battle stations.

                         MANCUSO
          Flood tubes one and two and make
          torpedos ready in all. respects.

                         RYAN

                         WAIT -

                         MANCUSO
          My orders are specific, Mister.

                         THOMPSON
          Tubes one and two flooded and ready in
          all respects.

                         CUT TO:

                         RAMIUS
          as before in Red. October's -Conn. The crew has come to battle
          stations. Borodin is at fire control..

                         TBILISI (VO)

                         (ON SPEAKERS)
          the American has flooded his
          tubes and is preparing to Orel

                         RAMIUS

                         (TO BORODIN)
          Prepare tubes three and four and
          plot a solution.

                         BORODIN
          Shall I flood the tubes?

                         (NO ANSWER)
          Captain, shall I flood the tubes?

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         RAMIUS
          (after a beat)
          No. Lock the (ring solution into
          computer. Do not flood the tubes.

                         CUT TO:

                         MANCUSO
          on the DaIIas in the Conn. Eyeing Ryan, Mancuso opens a mike:

                         MANCUSO
           What's he doing, Jonesy? Has he
          l f ooded his tubes?

                         JONES
          Negative, Captain. He's just matting
          there. Hold on --

                         (BEAT)
          Hull popping. Target's coming shallow.
          Mancuso frowns. The crew's a cased spring. Ryan's walking on

                         RAZOR BLADES:

                         RYAN
          What does it mean?

                         MANCUSO
          It means, he's a very cool customer,

                         YOUR RUS
          sian. He knows we're here and
          that we are ready to fire. But he's
          not going to provoke us. He's heading
          to periscope depth to see what's on the
          surface.

                         (TO THOMPSON)
          What's his course, now?

                         THOMPSON

                         (READING)
          Target is on course north.

                         MANCUSO

                         (TO- HELMSMAN)
          Right ten degrees rudder. Steer
          course north.

                         (BEAT)
          Sonar, Conn. Report all contacts.

                         JONES
          Conn, sonar. My only contact is Sierra
          thirty-five, Red October. Bearing two-
          seven-zero.

                         MANCUSO
          Conn, aye. Fire control, range to target?

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         THOMPSON
          Range is three hundred yards.

                         MANCUSO
          Diving oar make your depth sixty-
          f f ve feet.

                         (TO RYAN)
          He wants to go up and take a peek,
          we'll play along.

          ON THE SURFACE
          Grey sky. Frothy sea. Red October's periscope appears. Seconds
          later, three hundred yards away, the Dalla' scope breaks the
          surface.

          ON RED OCTOBER
          Ramius is glued to the eyepiece of his periscope. He spots the
          Dallas' scope in the water. Behind him, sailors are tense, wary.
          Uncomfortable, Borodin sweats at fire control.

                         RAMIUS

                         (ON SCOPE)
          Weapons status?

                         BORODIN
          Weapons are armed. Tubes one and
          two are not ficoded.

                         RAMIU S

                         (AT SCOPE)
          Mark this bearing.

                         QUARTERMASTER
          Bearing zero-nine-zero.
          in the Conn, Mancuso is glued to his scope just like Ramius. Ryan
          can hear his heart nq:

                         MANCUSO
          All right, Mr. Ryan. You wanted
          to:. talk to him. There he is. What
          do you want to say?
          Ryan chooses his words carefully. As he does, Mancuso hits a
          periscope light in morse:

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         RYAN
          American government told you intend
          to launch mis. lc s. Do not approach
          U.S. coast. Repeat. Do not approach
          U.S. coast, or you .w>7 . be attacked.
          If you understand, ping once.

                         (TO MANCUSO)
          He can do that, can't he?

                         MANCUSO
          He can do that. But is he gonna do
          that?

          ON RED OCTOBER
          in the Conn, Ramius is still at. the scope, watching the light in the
          Dalla' periscope. After a moment, he, glances at Borodin:

                         RAM=S
          Verify the range again.

                         (BEAT)
          Ping one time only.

          ON THE DALLAS
          in the Conn, Mancuso's at the scope. Ryan is scribbling something
          on a pad. Sailors hear a PING. Thompson grins.

                         MANCUSO
          I'D. be dammed.

                         (TO RYAN)
          Now what?

                         RYAN

                         (RE: PAD)
          Send him this.

                         MANCUSO

                         (READING)
          Are you out of your mind?

                         RYAN
          Just send it.

                         (THINKING)
          And ten him to ping again if he agrees.

          ON RED OCTOBER
          in the Conn, Ramius is at the scope, watching the flashing light.
          After a second, he steps back, face white. Finally, he turns to

                         BORODIN:

                         RAMIUS
          Verify the range one more time.

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         BORODIN
          But Captain, I just --

                         RAMIUS
          Give me a sounding, ' Vasily! Ping
          once only.
          Borodin goes to work. Ramius stares at Melekhin. Melekhin frowns.
          What the hell is happening?

          ON THE DALLAS
          in the Conn, Mancuso, Ryan and the crew hear another PING.
          Ryan's ecstatic. Mancuso Isn't.

                         MANCUSO
          Down scope.

                         RYAN
          (to Mancuso,.,

                         EXDITD)
          I need to look at a nautical chart. Do
          you have --

                         MANCUSO
          Ryan, what's going on?

                         RYAN

                         (9 G)
          If the Soviets want us to sink Red
          October. We just might have to oblige.

                         CUT TO:

                         THE DEEP
          black as night, reverberating with eerie nightmares. From the
          cloying dark, Red October rises, a shimmering phosphorescent giant.

          THE REYKJANES RIDGE
          Off the coast of Iceland
          Morning of the fourth day
          in engineering, Petrov and Melekhin stand at a sink on the reactor
          bulkhead. Valves and tubing hang over the sink. Technicians in
          the background.
          Melekhin's in rubber apron, gloves and plastic face shield. Dressed
          identicaMy, Petrov halls a book. Signs on the wall indicate
          radiation danger.

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         PETROV

                         (READING BOOK)
          Shut valve three.

                         MELEKHIN
          Valve three shut.
          He shuts a valve with a large wrench. Turning a page, Petrov

                         READS:

                         PETROV
          Place flask under valve four and
          draw one hundred m peter coolant
          sample.

                         MELEKHIN
          Placing flask under valve four. Drawing
          sample.
          A tiny stream of fluid fa]ls into the flask. Unexpectedly, an ALARM
          GOES OFF. Technicians freeze.

                         PETROV
          Shut the valve and secure the sink!
          Melekhin shuts the, valve. Petrov stares at the alarm. Below it, a
          meter is flashing red:

                         PETROV (CONT'D)
          Seal that sample in a plastic bag and
          take it to the lab. I'I1 get the Captain!

                         CUT TO:

          RAMIUS AND BORODIN
          drinking tea and munching black bread in Red October's wardroom.
          Nobody else around. Borodin smiles at Ramius fondly:

                         BORODIN
          Do you think they will let me live in
          Montana?

                         RAMIUS
          I think they w91 let you live wherever
          you want, my find.

                         BORODIN
          Good. Then I will raise rabbits in
          Montana and marry a round American

                         I
          woman who will cook them for me.

                         (SMILING)
          And she will have friends who are
          Indians and we wiin ride horses on
          Sunday.

                         

                         

                         

                         
          Ramius laughs. Petrov barges in, talking as he enters:

          PET RO V
          Captain, there are high Es►sion product
          levels in the primary coolant!

                         (BABBLING)
          I knew we should have checked the
          reactor before we started it. When
          the caterpillar broke down the vare
          must have been damaged!

                         RANIUS
          Keep your vcadoe down, Doctor. There
          are several explanations -

                         PETROV
          Listen to me. Radioactive fuel is in
          the water. If it gets into our air,
          it could ' loll us all!

                         RAMIUS
          I said, keep your voice down. The

                         CREW -

                         PETROV

                         (SHRILL)
          I will not! We have a level four
          radiation leak. And if something
          isn't done, we're all going to die! -
          Ramius stands. Suddenly, Petrov remembers where he is. Ramius'
          eyes are bullet holes. Wilting,, Petrov stammers:

                         PETROV (CONT'D)
          Forgive me, Captain. But -

                         RAMIUS
          it's probably a piece of corrosion in
          the pipes. That happens. Now let's
          take' another sample. But quietly.
          We don't want to panic the crew.

          JUMP CUT TO:

                         ENGINEERING
          minutes later. Melekhin and Petrov prepare to draw another sample
          at the sink. Ramius stands behind them. Technicians to the rear.
          Melekhin struggles with the valve:

                         MELEKHIN
          I may have shut it too hard.
          Grabbing the wrench, Ramius leans his weight on it. Suddenly, the

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         -87-
          valve CRACKS. HOT water SPRAYS Ramius in the FACE. Melekhin

                         FREAKS:

                         MELEKHIN (CONT'D)
          Secure the valve before the water
          turns to steam !
          Desperately, Ramius tries to plug the hole. The VALVE BREAKS.
          BOILING WATER pours out, turning to STEAM, SPLATTERING
          Melekhin. ALARMS GO OFF. Ramius BELLOWS:

                         RAMIUS
          Evacuate the compartment-'
          Technicians scramble for the door. Searing hot steam chokes the
          compartment. Melekhin SCREAMS:

                         MELEKHIN
          in try and stop the leak. Everybody
          get the hen out of here!

          IN THE CONN
          Crew members are panicking. ALARMS are GOING OFF. Dripping
          water, Ramius charges in. On the deck, Borodin SHOUTS:

                         BORODIN

                         (ON HEADSET)
          Captain, radiation alarms are activating
          in all compartments. Engineering is
          heavily contaminated. Radiation is
          spreading forward!

                         RAMIUS
          Get us to periscope depth.We ]i ventilate!

                         BORODIN

                         (TURNING)
          Emergency surface!
          While the crew works to get the boat to the surface, Petrov studies
          a radiation detector.' it ALARMS. Gauges are in a red zone.

                         PETROV

                         (READING)
          Ventilating won't do any good. Ws
          getting worse. At these levels it is
          only a matter of minutes. We have to
          abandon ship!; -
          Sailors in the Conn stare at the Captain. Ramins BELLOWS:

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         RAMIUS

                         (TO BORODIN)
          Alright. Pass word to abandon ship.
          Draft a message to Red Fleet Command
          telling them our location and situation!

                         BORODIN

                         (INTO MIKE)
          Stand by to abandon ship! Stand by
          to abandon ship! All hands muster on
          the miss Bp- deck. Designated personnel
          bring lire rafts!

          ON THE SURFACE
          Red October rises in angry sea. An emergency door on the sail
          opens. Seconds later, a hatch on the missile deck opens also. The
          sea RAGES.
          Climbing out on the deck, Tblllsi and a half a dozen sailors try to
          inflate rafts. Red October PITCHES and ROLLS. Wind HOWLS.
          Frurated, Tbilisi SCREAMS into a headset.

          IN THE CONN
          through the open emergency door, the sea CRASHES. Frightened to
          death, shivering sailors in life preservers line up to leave. Petrov
          counts them. Ramius stands by Sorodin.

                         BORODIN
          Captain. L,ieubenant Tbi3JsJ reports the
          sea state is too rough to launch the rafts'
          over the she. The men will be gushed!

                         RAMIUS
          All right. Instruct the crew to secure
          the rafts to the deck. When all. personnel
          are aboard the rafts, we will scuttle
          the ship out from under us!

          ON THE DECK.
          Ocean, ROARS. Fighting gale farce WINDS, sailors Me out of the
          hatch and tie down the rafts. Around them, the hounds of hell are
          loose on the face of the deep.

          IN THE CONN
          the last of the crew leaves. Borodin is at the periscope, Kamarov
          stands by Ramius. Only offfcers are left.

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         KAMAROV
          Captain, Major Tbilisi reports the crew
          are secured in rafts and rafts are tied
          down. We should join the crew and
          scuttle the ship.

                         RAMIUS

                         (TO PETROV)
          Do you have a count? Have they all
          been evacuated?

                         PETROV
          I think so. I --

                         BORODIN

                         (ON SCOPE)
          Captain! Surface warship. Closing
          fast. Zero angle on the bow. Range
          nine miles.

                         RAMIUS

                         (ASHEN)
          Can you classify it?

                         BORODIN
          U.S. Knox class frigate. She's
          flashing light. I']]. read.

                         (TRANSLATING)
          Red October. Stay where you are.
          Do not attempt to submerge or we
          will are. Stand by to be boarded.

                         PETROV

                         (SHRIEKING)
          What are we going to do?

                         RAMIUS

                         (TO PETROV)
          There's only one thing we can do. Go
          topside and take care of the crew. I
          and my officers wall submerge the ship
          and take her elsewhere to scuttle. The
          Americans must never have this boat!
          All Petrov wants do to is get his ass off the boat. At the door,
          Ramius stops him:

                         RAMIUS (CONT'D)
          Doctor. When you get home. You will.
          hear many stories about me and some
          are true. But tell them that in the
          end I did my duty.
          Petrov splits. Borodin slams the hatch behind him and seals it.

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         -90-

                         RAMIUS (CONT'D)

                         (TO BORODIN)
          Submerge the ship.

          ON THE DECK
          the ocean RAGES. Red October sets to submerge. GEYSERS of
          WATER and air EXPLODE hundreds of feet in the sky as she dives.
          The BLOWBACK is STAGGERING.
          Wild-eyed sailors in rubber rafts hang on for their lives. On the
          horizon, Petrov spots the American frigate hurtling forward, light
          flashing.
          A puff of smoke appears, fbnowed by a muted EXPLOSION. The
          frigate's FIRING. As the round comes in, there is an

          EARSPLITTING SHRIEK.
          A hundred yards beyond Red October's bow, the SEA EXPLODES.
          The CONCUSSION and the STORM are mind-bending. Petrov thinks
          the world's coming to an end.
          In the rafts, men slash at ropes binding them to the deck. One by
          one, they drift free of the submerging ship into foaming sea. One
          sailor can't cut his rope. His raft's dragged under.
          Wind HOWLS. The frigate FIRES AGAIN. Another EARSPLITTING
          SHRIEK. Another EXPLOSION. Tons of icy saltwater cascade over
          Petxov's head. -
          Gulping air, Petrov spots the raft and sail r pop back to the
          surface. Red October's sail disappears. Sailors haul freezing men
          from raging water. Hell on earth.

                         CUT TO:

                         THE FRIGATE
          bow slicing through the freezing ocean at flank speed. On the
          fantai, a helicopter prepares to take off, ROTORS HOWLING

          IN THE COMBAT INFORMATION CENTER
          aboard the frigate, thirty sailors work various consoles replete with
          computer terminals, status boards and plotting tables. In the middle
          of the compartment

          ISEUTENANT COMMANDER JIM CURRY
          thirties, mans the nerve center of the CIC. Curry has immediate
          access to both sonar and radio. In the darkness, to his left, TWO

                         SHADOWS:

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         CURRY

                         (INTO MIKE)
          Seahawk One. This is Bravo Command.
          You are cleared for take off.

          IN THE HELICOPTER
          on the fwltml of the frigate, PILOT and copilot are strapped into the
          crowded cockpit. Copilot flips a bank of toggle switches above his
          head.

                         PILOT

                         (INTO MIKE)
          Roger, Bravo Command. Seahawk one
          request vector to target Red October.

                         (LISTENING)
          Copy that. We're on our way.

          IN. THE AIR
          the helicopter rises from the fantail of the frigate. In seconds, it
          passes over Petrov and his companions floating in rubber rafts in
          choppy sea.

          IN °THE HELICOPTER
          the pilot glances over his shoulder at a SENSOR OPERATOR working
          a computer behind the copilot:

                         PILOT
          Torpedo Inputs?

                         SENSOR OPERATOR
          Set and veri ed as ordered.

          IN THE WATER
          the life rafts converge on the frigate like insects hovering round an
          oversized queen. In one of the rafts, Petrov watches as a net is
          thrown down at him.

          IN THE HELICOPTER
          the p eyeballs the sea as it races by. Speaking into a mike:

                         PILOT
          Roger that, Bravo One. Five hundred
          yards to the drop paint. Torpedo is
          armed and ready.

          IN THE CIC
          aboard the fcigate, Curry turns to one of the shadows:

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         CURRY
          Seahawk One reports torpedo armed
          and ready to fire. Requests final
          authorization to drop.

          IN THE RAFTS
          Petrov and the others climb the nets. Halfway up, the doctor stares
          back at the helicopter hovering in the distance.

          IN THE AIR
          thirty feet above the water, the helicopter releases a torpedo in the
          area where Red October went down.

          ON THE FRIGATE
          Petrov climbs onto the fantail. U.S. sailors are waiting with coffee
          and blankets. Fuming, Petrov confronts an officer:

                         PETROV
          I protest! What authority do you
          have to fire? I protest!

          IN THE CIC
          Curry coordinates information. AIL around him, men work intensely.
          Curry turns to one of the shadows:

                         CURRY
          Seahawk One reports torpedo is launched
          and running normally at forty knots.
          I have it on sonar.

                         (TURNING)
          Four hundred yards from drop paint.
          Eight hundred yards. Twelve hundred
          yards.
          One of the shadows leans forward and presses a button on Curry's
          console. The button is marked Command Control Detonate. The

                         SHADOW IS

                         ADMIRAL GREER
          in a white uniform and cap. Beside him, Skip Tyler, leans on his
          cane, concentrating on Curry's display.

          IN THE HELICOPTER
          Pilot studies the sea. Suddenly, it BULGES. Loud CONCUSSION.
          Shock WAVE. A giant mushroom cap rises from the depths as gas
          bubbles vent.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          ON THE FANTAIL
          Petrov watches in horror as a huge concave impression vents below
          the helicopter. A huge plume of gas and water erupts skyward.

          IN THE CIC
          aboard the frigate, Curry turns to Greer:

                         CURRY
          Torpedo has detonated.

                         GREER
          And you understand, Lieutenant. I
          was never here. That torpedo did not
          self-destruct. It hit the target. Right?

                         (CURRY NODS)
          Now, Contact the Dallas and tell them
          to proceed.
          Curry nods.

                         CUT TO:

                         MANCUSO
          in the Conn aboard the Dallas with Thompson. Mancuso has a .45 in
          a holster on his belt. Thompson reads a message:

                         THOMPSON
          Frigate reports phase one completed,
          Captain. We are ordered to proceed.

                         MANCUSO
          OK. Now comes the weird part.
          Thompson fo lows Mancuso out of the Conn into

                         A PASSAGEWAY
          running aft. Mancuso and Thompson move at speed. Mancuso is far

                         FROM HAPPY:

                         MANCUSO
          I don't like leaving the boat, Phil.
          But the orders are specific.

                         THOMPSON
          We're gonna be f ne.
          Rounding a corner, they start

                         

                         

                         

                         

          DOWN A LADDER
          Thompson will never get over how fast Mancuso can move. Aren't
          guys that big supposed to be slow?

                         MANCUSO
          This has got to be the craziest stunt
          I've ever heard of. There's only about
          two ml]]k n things that can st]l. go wrong.
          At the bottom of the ladder, they enter

                         A PASSAGEWAY
          Ahead of them Jones and Ryan wait by a ladder beneath an open
          hatch. Like Mancuso, Jones is armed. Jones starts up the ladder.
          Ryan follows. Mancuso turns to Thompson:

                         MANCUSO
          Listen. If anything --

                         THOMPSON
          Captain. We'll be all right.
          Mancuso climbs up the ladder, disappearing through the hatch.
          Thompson closes it.

                         CUT TO:

          WARRANT OFFICER STEINER
          sitting before a wheel at a brightly lit panel, just as cocky as when
          we last saw him in the mini sub at Tyler's lab. Next to him, a
          COPILOT checks a clipboard.
          Behind them, Jones, Ryan and Mancuso climb up through a hatch.
          Jones shuts it. Steiner speaks into a headset::

                         STEINER
          OX. Passengers are aboard. Check-off
          complete. Request clearance to lift-off.

                         (TURNING)
          Gentlemen, we have clearance. Fasten
          your belts and grab your nuts. We're
          taking a ride.
          Ryan sits opposite Mancuso. Jones is to Mancuso's right. The
          bulkhead rocks slightly. Steiner turns a yoke.

                         STEINER (CONT'D)
          Battery sperm?

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         -95-

                         COPILOT
          Eighty percent capacity. Homing beacon
          is five degrees to the right. Recommend
          new course zero-seven-five. Range now
          five hundred yards.

                         STEINER
          Roger. Coming right to course zero-seven-
          ive. Make initial preparations to land.
          The copilot starts toggling switches. Behind him, Mancuso checks
          the .45 in his holster. Ryan watches.

                         COPILOT
          Contact is two hundred yards below.
          One hundred yards ahead.

                         STEINER
          Roger.

                         (BEAT)
          Hit the running lights.

          IN THE WATER
          -black on black. Then, in a single blinding flash of light

          THE RED OCTOBER
          is revealed. Hovering above it, floodlights blazing, the DSRV.
          Descending, it locks onto a hatch by the sail.

          IN THE DSRV
          Copilot turns to Steiner:

                         COPILOT
          We have a seal. Skirt is dry.

                         STEINER
          Roger. Open the hatch.
          Getting up, the copilot heads for the hatch.

                         MANCUSO
          Wait.
          Copilot stops. Reaching into his jacket, Mancuso offers Ryan a .45.

                         RYAN

                         (EYEING PI- )
          He's defecting.

                         MANCUSO
          And he can't change his mind?

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         RYAN
          He's not going to change his mind.

                         MANCUSO
          Willing to bet your life on that.'
          Ryan stares at the pistol. Sighing, he puts it in his jacket.
          Copilot opens the hatch. In the gloom below, another hatch.
          Copilot raps on it. Somebody opens the lower hatch. Mancuso,
          Jones and Ryan climb down into

          THE RED OCTOBER
          on a ladder at the forward end of the Conn. Waiting for them,
          Ramins, Borodin and all the other of Awkward silence.
          Nervous, Borodin drags out a cigarette and lights it. Unexpectedly,

                         RYAN- SMI1 :

                         RYAN
          Russian Cigarette?

                         (BORODIN NODS)
          Could I try one?
          Mancuso frowns. Borodin offers Ryan a cigarette. Kamarov has a
          light. Ryan inhales and COUGHS:

                         RYAN (CONT'D)

                         (GAGGING)
          Jesus...
          Poking fun, Ryan rolls his eyes. Borodin grins. Ramius
          The ice is broken. Men shake hands.

                         RAMIUS
          Gentlemen, I am Marko Ramius. I and
          my offers request political asylum in
          the United States.

                         (BEAT)
          Before I go any further, I want to know
          whose idea is this impos.ih18 plan?

                         MANCUSO

                         (RE: RYAN)
          His.

                         RAMIUS

                         (TO RYAN)
          Amazing. our intention was to publicly
          surrender this boat and request asylum.
          it never occurred to us there would be
          a way you could keep it. The idea to
          stage a radiation leak was inspired --

                         (FROWNING)
          You look familiar. Do I know you,
          Commander?

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         RYAN
          You have a good memory, Captain. We
          meet briefly years ago. But I'm not
          a naval commander. I work for the CIA.

                         RAMIUS

          CIA?

                         RYAN
          Easy, Captain. I'm not an agent. I'm
          just an analyst.

                         (SMRNNG)
          I write books.
          Suddenly, HIGH SPEED SCREWS passing over the HULL:

                         KAMAROV
          Torpedo! Americans are shooting at us.

                         JONES
          Wrong. Ours growl. Yours whine. It's
          Russian!

                         CUT TO:

                         GREER
          leaning over Curry's console in the CIC aboard the frigate.
          Agitated, Curry works his computer.

                         GREER
          What do you mean there's another torpedo?
          Where in hell did it come from?

                         CUT TO:

                         TUPOLEV
          in the Conn aboard the Konovalov. His crew's at battle stations.
          Bonavia mans fire cost 'aL opening a mike, Tupolev SHOUTS:

                         TUPOLEV
          Sonar. Why hasn't our torpedo impacted?

                         SONAR (VO)

                         (ON SPEAKERS)
          The weapon enabled on the other side
          of the target. It passed Red October
          before it armed.

                         TUPOLEV

                         (TO BONAVIA)
          You had the wrong range, idiot! Fire
          again with the right settings. And
          reload both tubes.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          ON THE DALLAS
          Thompson stands outside the sonar shack. To his left, the COB is
          behind fire control. Beaumont has taken Jones' position.

                         BEAUMONT
          New oorrtact. Sierra four-one, bearing
          zero-one-zero. Aku]a c1a.�.s Soviet
          submarine.

                         (BEAT)
          Launch noises. He's shooting again.

                         THOMPSON
          What's the status of Red October?

                         BEAUMONT
          Dead in the water.

                         THOMPSON
          They can't maneuver with the goddam
          DSRV stuck to them.

                         (WHISPERING)
          Come on, Mancuso, move it. Get the
          hell out of there.

          ON RED OCTOBER
          BEDLAM in the Conn. Tba'lisi and Jones are on their way to sonar.
          Ramius SHOUTS at Melekhin:

                         RAMIUS
          Get back to engineering and give me
          some power!

                         (TO MANCUSO

                         RE: DSRV)
          Get that damn thing off my boat.
          Mancuso's halfway up the ladder. He spots Steiner peeking down at

                         HIM:

                         STEINER
          I think somebody just shot a torpedo
          at us!

                         MANCUSO
          No shit, buckwheat. Get the hell. out
          of here!

                         STEINER

                         (STUNNED)
          Where am I supposed --
          Mancuso SLAMS the HATCH. Scrambling down the ladder, Mancuso
          hears Ramius bel]Dwing at Borodin who is manning the helm:

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         -99-

                         RAMIUS
          No, Vasily. I need you in fire control.
          We must track whoever's out there.
          Borodin heads for fre control. Ramius tosses Ryan into the chair
          behind the helm :

                         RAMIUS (CONT'D)
          You sit here!

                         RYAN

                         BUTICAN'T --

                         RAMIUS
          Do exactly as I tell you!
          Stunned, Ryan grabs the helm. Jones and Tbilisi, must have made it
          to sonar. Speakers CRACKLE:

                         JONES (VO)

                         (ON SPEAKERS)
          DSRV is away. There's a Russian Akula
          about eight thousand yards starboard.

                         TBILISI (VO)

                         (ON SPEAKERS)
          It's the Konovalov.

                         RAMIUS

                         (TO RYAN)
          All ahead flank!

                         RYAN

                         (PANIC)DNG)
          I told you I'm just an analyst. I
          write books.

                         RAMIUS -

                         (LEANING FORWARD)
          Turn that knob all the way to the right.
          Ryan: does. AIL around him the world is going stark raving mad.
          Again, SPEAKERS CRACKLE:

                         JONES (VO)

                         (ON SPEAKERS)
          Torpedo in the water. High speed screws.
          Beaming zero-two-zero. I estimate range
          at about eight thousand yards.

                         RAMIUS

                         (TO RYAN)
          Turn the helm to the heft. Steer course
          zero-two-zero.

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         MANCUSO

                         (TO RAMIUS)
          Wait a minute! That's heading into the
          t o rpedo. You should turn away from it.

                         JONES (VO)

                         (ON SPEAKERS)
          Steady bearing to the weapon. Still
          zero-two-zero. Range about seven
          thousand yards.

                         RAMIUS

                         (TO RYAN)
          Turn that helm to the left until the
          dial says course zero-two-zero.

                         MANCUSO
          No! That's wrong. Ryan, don't turn
          that goddam wheel!
          Ryan stares at Mancuso then at Ramius. Deciding, he turns the
          helm left, coming to course zero-two-zero.

                         RYAN

                         (TOO MANCUSO)
          Sorry, Captain. I think --

                         MANCUSO

                         (TO RAMIIUS)
          You're heading straight into that torpedo.

                         RAMIUS
          I know.

          IN THE CIC
          aboard the frigate. Helms, Greer and Tyler lean over the
          display. Curry studies the blips:

                         CURRY

                         (EYES NARROWING)
          Red October is turning directly into
          the t orpedos path.

                         GREER
          Mother of God.

          ON RED OCTOBER
          in the Conn, it's a deathwatch. Ryan thinks of Sally. Mancuso
          stares at Ramius. Goddamned if he's gonna be the one to whine.

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         JONES (VO)

                         (ON SPEAKERS)
          Torpedo steady bearing zero-two-zero.
          Range five thousand yards.

                         RAMIUS

                         (ON MIKE)
          Me]ekhin. Can you give me any more
          speed?

                         MELEKHIN (VO)

                         (ON SPEAKERS)
          Negative. We're going as fast as we can.

                         JONES (VO)

                         (ON SPEAKERS)
          Estimate range approximately three
          thousand yards. Closing fast.

          ON THE DALLAS
          Thompson's still outside the sonar shack. The COB's at Fare
          control. As before, Beaumont works sonar.

                         THOMPSON
          Why is he heading into the torpedo?
          Is he trying to kill himself?

                         COB
          Mr. Thompson. We have a solution on the
          Soviet Akula. Shouldn't we shoot back?

                         THOMPSON

                         (ANGRY)
          She didn't shoot at us. Anyway, I can't
          attack a Soviet submarine. I have no
          goddam authorization!

          ON RED OCTOBER
          in the Conn, an. payers have turned to stone.

                         JONES (VO)

                         (ON SPEAKERS)
          Torpedo bearing steady at zero-two-
          zero. Best range nine hundred yards.
          Estimate impact in twenty seconds.

                         RAMIUS

                         (TO RYAN)
          What books?

                         RYAN
          Pardon?

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         JONES (VO)

                         (ON SPEAKERS)
          Fifteen seconds.

                         RAMIUS
          What books did you write?

                         RYAN

                         (HOARSELY)
          I wrote a biography on Admiral Halsey,
          called, Fighting Sailor. It was about
          tam in combat --

                         JONES (VO)

                         (ON SPEAKERS)
          Ten seconds.

                         RAMIUS
          I know this book. I have read some
          parts of it.

                         (RYAN BLINKS)
          Your conclusions were wrong, Ryan.
          Halsey acted stupidly.
          CRASH. The Conn ROCKS. Sound of TORPEDO BREAKING UP.
          Metal SCRAPES along the SHIP. Realizing what's going on:

                         - MANCUSO
          I'll be dammed.

                         RYAN
          What happened?

                         MANCUSO
          Combat tack, Mr. Ryan. By turning
          into the torpedo,, Ramius closed the
          distance before it could arm itself.
          I never would have thought of it.

                         RYAN
          So we're safe?

                         RAMIUS
          Not yet. Right now, the Soviet Captain,
          a man named Tupolev is removing the
          safety features on all his weapons.
          He won't make the same mistake twice.
          Behind Ramius, Ryan spots a SHADOW at the rear of the Conn. He
          can't believe his eyes. The goddam shadow has a pistol in hand.

                         SUDDENLY:

                         

                         

                         

                         

          A FIRE STORM
          of GUNFIRE sprays the CONN. Everybody scatters. Borodin is
          HIT. SLAMMING into the bulkhead, he falls in a seated position,
          eyes wide.
          Fire control panel EXPLODES. Behind a console, Mancuso drags out
          his .45 and RETURNS FIRE. The shadow disappears.

          ON THE DALLAS
          Beaumont rips off his headgear, turning to Thompson in the sonar
          shack's door, breathing hard:

                         BEAUMONT
          Jesus Christ. Gunge.

                         THOMPSON
          Gunfire?

          ON THE KONOVALOV
          in the Conn, Tupa]av is furious. He YELLS at Bonavia:

                         TUPOLEV
          Hurry up goddammit! I want all the
          enabling devices disconnected!

                         BONAVIA
          Captain, I cannot go any faster.

          ON RED OCTOBER
          in the Conn, cars crawl from hiding. Sparks ERUPT from
          WIRES. Fire contra is history. Ramius leans over Borodin:

                         BORODIN
          I would have like to have seen Montana.
          And the Indians.
          (eyes gT'►g)
          captain? - _.
          He dies. RAGING, Ramius POUNDS the BULKHEAD. Kamarov
          notices a light on a panel:

                         KAMAROV
          He's in the missile compartment!

                         RAMIUS

                         (TO MANCUSO)
          The ship is yours.

                         MANCUSO
          But the control is blasted to hell.
          I can't shoot.

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         RAMIUS
          Then get behind him and stay there.
          Don't let him put you in his sights
          or we're all dead.
          Mancuso tosses Ramius his .45. Catching it, Ramius splits. Ryan
          follows.

                         CUT TO:

                         TUPOLEV
          a caged tiger in the Conn on the Konovalov. Bonavia turns, looking
          back at him :

                         BONAVIA
          Enabling devices are removed.

                         TUPOLEV

                         ABOUT TIMEL

                         (INTO MIKE)
          Sonar, give me a bearing on Red October.

                         SONAR (VO)

                         (ON SPEAKERS)
          She's taken position behind us.

                         TUPOLEV
          Damn.

                         (TO HELM)
          Left full rudder. T11 shake him loose.

          ON RED OCTOBER
          in a passageway outside a door to the missile compartment, Ramius
          and Ryan hug the bulkhead:

                         RAMIUS
          He'll break into a panel and short
          -circuit the wiring on a missile. We'll
          be blown to pieces.
          Taking a deep breath, Ryan follows Ramiais into the

                         MISSILE COMPARTMENT
          coming face-too-face with a BARRAGE of GUNFIRE. Ramius is HIT.
          Ryan drags him into a space behind an electrical panel. Mercifully,
          the shooting STOPS.
          Ryan checks Ramius. His shoulder's a mess. Mind riling, Ryan
          studies his surroundings. He's never felt so alone.
          The compartment is vast, dominated by twenty tussle tubes six feet

                         

                         

                         

                         
          in diameter. Overhead, a catwalk. At the aft end, somebody's
          working with a wrench.

                         RAMIUS
          We must stop him before he gets into
          a panel..
          Ryan stares at Ramius. Ramiii isn't gonna stop anybody.
          Resigned, Ryan finds the .45 Mancuso gave him in his pocket,

                         MUMBLING:

                         RYAN

                         (TO HIMSELF)
          Next time memos. Only memos.

                         RAMIUS
          Be careful what you shoot at in here,
          Ryan. The compartment is very sensitive.
          In a daze, Ryan starts walking aft, still MUMBLING:

                         RYAN
          Be careful what you shoot at, Ryan.
          Very sensitive.. .in here...

          IN THE CONN
          on Red October, a handful of men struggle to fight the ship.
          Kamarov mans the wheel. Sonar SPEAKERS POP:

                         JONES (VO)

                         (ON SPEAKERS)
          He's going deep!

                         MANCUSO

                         (TO KAMAROV)
          Twenty degrees down on the bowl

          IN THE MISSILE COMPARTMENT
          The wall becomes the floor. Fighting to keep his balance, Ryan
          walks on the wall, still MUMBLING:

                         RYAN
          Sensitive stuff...in here ...I have
          to... be careful... of course.
          The ship turns. Wall becomes cuing. Grabbing the catwalk, Ryan
          hangs at a ninety degree angle. GUNFIRE. Bullets RIP into the
          BULKHEAD inches from his HEAD:

                         RYAN (CONT'D)
          I have to be careful what I shoot at..
          He doesn't have to be careful... He
          can shoot at anything he wants.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          IN THE CIC
          aboard the frigate, curry hunches over a console. Greer and Tyler

                         WATCH ANXIOUSLY:

                         CURRY
          The Akula is too fast. No way Red
          October can stay behind her. lt's
          only a matter of time now.

                         (BEAT)
          The Akula's turning. She's fired
          another torpedo. This one can't miss.

          ON RED OCTOBER
          in sonar, Jones and Tbzisi hear PINGING become LOUDER, more
          FREQUENT. Holding the mike, ashen:

                         JONES
          Another torpedo, Captain. It has enabled
          and is active. It has acquired us and is
          homing.

                         CUT TO:

                         THE DEEP
          Red October looms into view. To the right, the Konovalov shimmers
          in the dark. Between them, the torpedo appears. PINGS grow
          CLOSER and CLOSER. At the last minute

                         THE DALLAS
          raves into view, rocketing forward at full, bore, streaking between
          Red October and the torpedo. it's really something.

          IN THE CIC
          aboard the frigate, Curry SHOUTS:

                         CURRY
          Jesus Chi i t.

                         GREER

                         I

                         CURRY
          The Dallas has moved between Red
          October and the torpedo. The
          torpedo is chasing the Dallas now!

          ON THE DALLAS
          in the sonar shack. Beaumont works his equipment, speaking into a

                         MIKE:

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         BEAUMONT
          Conn, sonar. Torpedo is in acquisition.
          Range five hundred yards and c3nsing.
          You've done it, Mr. Thompson!

          IN THE CONN
          on the Dallas, Thompson stands on the deck. The COB is at ballasCt
          control, holding the emergency blow handles.

                         THOMPSON
          Chief, release counter-measures and
          emergency blow all main valves.
          Let's hope to Christ this works!

                         COB

                         (ON PHONE}
          Signal ejector station. Release
          counter-measures.

                         (PULLING HANDLES)
          Emergency blow !
          SHRIEK of the BLOW is DEAFENING. The deck angles crazily
          upwards at thirty degrees. Gear CRASHES to the FLOOR.
          Eardrums SHATTERING, Thompson holds on, fighting gravity.

          IN THE WATER
          the DAIlas heads for the surface. Counter-measures head for the
          bottom. The incoming torpedo chases the counter-measures,
          disappearing into the abyss.

          ON THE SURFACE
          The Da11a ERUPTS from the WATER at THIRTY DEGREES, her
          bottom exposed well aft of the sail. A broaching behemoth, she
          CRASHES back into the sea, DISPLACING TONS of WATER.

          ON THE FRIGATE
          neither Soviet nor American sailors on the fantail can believe their
          eyes. Peirov's jaw drops. Has the entire world gone completely
          insane?.

          ON RED OCTOBER
          in the missile compartment, blood pounding, Ryan leans flat against
          a missile tube. On the other side of the tube, METAL fans on

          CONCRETE.
          Rounding the tube, Ryan holds the .45 at arm's length. Kneeling
          before him, directly in front of an open panel on the missale bay is a
          Sovvet sail or with crazy eyes:

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         IT'S LOGINOV
          the cook's assistant who witnessed the Putin key exchange. He's
          got a hot wire in each hand. Time stands sthl. Ryan stares at
          Loginov. Loginov stares back.
          There's something in the Loginov's eyes, an uncompromising,
          irrational vi lainy that asks no forgiveness. For a moment, Ryan's
          paralyzed, a rabbit before a cobra.
          Deliberately, Loginov begins to move his hands together, bringing
          the wires closer. Ryan tri es to speak. He can't. Loginov's grin
          cracks wide like a rotten egg.

                         RYAN FIRES
          Flame LEAPS from the BARREL of the .45. The pistol KICKS like a
          MULE. Loginov is delivered to eternity. Impotent, the wires fall to
          the floor.

          ON THE KONOVALOV
          Flushed, Tupolev towers over fire oontroL Seated before him,
          Bonavia tries to hang on to his sanity.

                         BONAVIA
          Directly ahead. Range five hundred yards.

                         TUPOLEV
          Got him. Match bearings and the.

                         BONAVIA
          We are too close. I have to set

                         TUPOLEV
          Shoot now!
          Tupolev pulls the lever himself.

          ON RED: OCTOBER':
          in the : Conn, Mancuso, Kamarov and the others are on pins and
          needles. What next? Suddenly, they hear PIN GIN G.

                         JONES (VO)

                         (ON SPEAKERS)
          Launch transient astern. He's shooting
          again. Very close.

                         MANCUSO
          Left full rudder!

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         JONES

                         (LOUDER PINGS)
          Weapon is alive.

                         (LOUDER PINGS)
          It has acquired.
          Sound of torpedo passing close to the hull:

          JONES (VO CONT'D)

                         (ON SPEAKERS)
          Weapon passed close aboard. Is
          Ong re-attack. Hold on. It's
          reacquired. But not on us!
          Ryan appears with Ramius aft of the Conn. Pinging grows
          QUIETER, more DISTANT.

          ON THE KONOVALOV
          in the Conn, Tupalev is suddenly confused, disorientaed by the

          PINGS.

                         TUPOLEV
          Wait. I -

                         SONAR (VO)

                         (OVER SPEAKERS)
          Our torpedo missed Red October and
          is homing on us!

                         TUPOLEV

                         (STUNNED)
          How could that be?

                         BONAVIA
          The weapon was not properly programmed.
          PINGS CLOSER. LOUDER. Finally, PINGS become a SPINE-
          TINGLTNG HOWL. Bonavia SHOUTS:

                         BONAVIA (CONT'D)
          You stupid arrogant bastard. You've
          Idiled us all!

          IN THE . WATER
          Blinding light. The Konovalov disintegrates. Billowing pockets of
          gas embrace the deep. Thirty-seven hundred tons of steel. and iron
          rip apart in the blink of an eye.

          ON THE SURFACE
          a white mountain of displaced water rises into the air, compresses
          and explodes.

                         

                         

                         

                         

          ON THE FRIGATE
          in shock, the Russian crew gapes at the explosion. The young
          sailor who took courage from Ramius makes the sign of the cross.

          ON RED OCTOBER
          in the Conn, as the aftershock subsides, Ryan helps Ramius up off
          the floor, trying to make him comfortable against a bulkhead:

                         RAMIUS
          Captain Tupalev has just provided your
          pantomime with the one thing you could
          never have managed.

                         RYAN

                         (NODDING)
          Wreckage.

                         CUT TO:

                         PELT
          in his office seated across from Lysenko:

                         PELT
          With the depth of the water and the
          wreckage scattered over such a wide
          area, it we]. be a long time before
          anything is recovered. Your people
          are already interviewing the crew and
          making arrangements for their r turn.
          (Lysenko nods,

                         SOBERLY)
          This has been a terrible tragedy, Mr.
          Ambassador. I can only stress that if
          you'd come to us earlier, it might have
          been avcdded.

                         LYSENKO
          I appreciate your candor in the matter.

                         PELT

                         (SMOOTHLY)
          And I yours, Andrei..

                         LYSENKO

                         (PROBING)
          Perhaps in the future, the technology
          will be available for a more thorough
          I n vestigation of the wreckage...

                         

                         

                         

                         

                         PELT

                         (STEADY)
          Perhaps.
          A long beat as the two men stare at each other. Lysenko finally
          breaks it off:

                         LYSENKO
          There is another matter... One I am
          reluctant to -

                         PELT
          No. Please go ahead.

                         LYSENKO
          One of our submarines, an Akula, was
          last reported in the Reykjanes Ridge.
          We have not heard from her for sometime.
          Pelt stares at him blankly, time hangs suspended. Finally, Peat
          reaches far the bridge of his now as if to stave of a ]dtler

                         HEADACHE:

                         PELT
          You've lost another submarine?

                         (BEAT)
          Andre...
          Lysenko sits, hat in hand. Finally, he averts his gaze.

          JUMP CUT TO:

                         A DRIVER
          standing beside a limousine outside the Executive Office Building.
          Fuming, Lysenko approaches. The driver smiles. Not a good idea.

                         LYSENKO SNARL:

                         LYSENKO
          Shut up! Don't speak to me Boris. Don't
          ever speak to me unless I speak to you
          first. And wipe that smile off your face!
          Lysenko pBe into the limo, slamming the door as hard as he can.
          Locked inside, he starts shouting and hitting things.

                         CUT TO:

                         BRIGHT MOONLIGHT
          on the tree studded bank of a large coastal river. A gentle breeze
          touches the trees and punctuates the silence. Crickets and frogs
          sing on the shore:

                         

                         

                         

                         

          SUPER: ORICOKE RIVER

                         PAMLICO SOUND

                         NORTH CAROLINA

          THE RED OCTOBER
          glides quietly up the river's surface. Ramius and Ryan stand on
          the sail. Behind them, two junior officers, one American and one
          Russian, Conn the ship:

                         RYAN
          We're two hundred miles from the nearest
          naval base.

                         RAMIUS
          Interesting notion, hiding a submarine
          in a river.

                         (EYEING SHORE)
          How do you know this place?

                         RYAN
          I grew up not far from here.

                         (PAINTING)
          My grandfather taught me to f5sh right
          over there on that rock.
          Ramius spots a large rock on the shore. So warm and inviting, this
          land, when compared to the bitter cold coast he ]eft a ]ifetl,me ago.
          Ram hl studies Ryan in the stillness:

                         RAMIUS
          There is one question you have not
          asked me.

                         RYAN
          Why?

                         (RAMIUS NODS)
          I assumed you would speak when you were
          ready.

                         RAMIUS
          We. are standing on part of the reason.
          I've spent my life preparing to fight a
          war I hoped would never happen. This
          ship was not built to fight such a war.
          it was built to start one.

                         (BEAT)
          And there were personal reasons.

                         RYAN
          Your wife?

                         RAMIUS

                         (NODDING)
          it started there, perhaps.

                         

                         

                         

                         
          Ramius glances at the rock. Beside it, a muskrat drops quietly into
          the water.

                         RAMIUS (CONT'D)
          Or perhaps it was something that started
          long ago...

                         RYAN
          Fishing?

                         RAMTUS
          Fishing.
          Taking a deep breath, Ramius studies the surrounding hills. Lights
          from farms twinkle in the night air.

                         RAMIUS (CONT'D)
          "The sea will, grant each man new
          hope, as sleep doth dream of home."
          (on Ryan's look)
          Christopher Columbus.
          Ryan smilm.

                         RYAN

                         (QU`EDY)
          Welcome to the new world, sir.

                         DISSOLVE TO:

                         A STEWARDESS
          walking down the aisle of an airplane, checking passengers.
          Stopping near the front of the cabin, she glances down at

                         RYAN
          sound asleep in his seat, empty tea cup on a tray beside him. A
          blanket hangs on one log. In the seat next to him

          A TEDDY BEAR
          smi> out at passing clouds. The bear's got a red ribbon round his
          neck-and a seat belt fastened over his bulging tummy.

          Covering Ryan with the blanket, the stewardess leaves. Tea cup
          RATTLES. Ryan doesn't even twitch. Turbulence is a thing of the
          past.

                         FADE OUT

                         THE END



Hunt for Red October, The



Writers :   Larry Ferguson  Tom Clancy
Genres :   Action  Adventure  Thriller


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