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- I'm sorry, sir. - Hey.
The instant we fire, we give up our exact position.
Looking for the cure, like the rest of the world.
Sobreviveremos.
Arm torpedoes.
not to kill innocent civilians.
all personnel, quiet two.
Not even you. Down.
There's a doctor on board, a woman.
At 4 knots, we'll have almost no maneuverability to evade.
Calculate range and intercept.
I swear to you,
We should just throw him overboard.
Yes, hi.
He's in range, hasn't fired yet. What do you make of that?
Stay.
Sir? This sub...
That's the last fish. Last fish clear, last fish clear.
You said so yourself.
Come on.
Rus... Ruskov's dead.
- Is he back here, then? - Yes, sir. Hard at work.
It was all he did all day long.
there weren't no luck in it.
How the hell did they know where those labs were?
Virtually all of them were out of range before we fired.
They're running. That's them. I know.
I tried everything I could.
It's, uh, a ship traveling south.
Well, looks like he's gonna die anyway.
Active return, bearing 2-7-5! We've got incoming torpedoes!
Left out a key bit of information
He conscious?
I know, sir, but what's the alternative?
We don't have a heading yet, sir.
What? No, I... that's...
Take me outside.
Aye-aye.
There's still a chain of command here!
It's all the labs.
He didn't wanna be up on deck to transmit our location.
We don't know if he's seen us yet.
How far to the Bahama Bank, the North Shore?
It's the labs.
No!
It's punctured the esophagus.