Metanoia

The Hunt for Red October (1/9) Movie CLIP - 

Another Possibility (1990) HD

Orion :

.....you son of a bitch --

You son of a bitch..!! 

National Security Advisor Pelt :

…you wish to add something to 

our discussion, Dr Ryan? 

Orion :

….well, sir, I was just thinking that 

perhaps there's another possibility 

we might consider. 

Ramius might be 

trying to defect. 

Fleet Admiral :

Do you mean to suggest 

that this man has come... 

Proceed, Mr. Ryan. 

Orion :

Well... Ramius trained most 

of their officer corps, which would 

put him in a position to select 

men willing to help him. 

And he's not Russian. 

He's Lithuanian by birth, raised 

by his paternal grandfather, 

A Fisherman. 

And he has no children, 

no ties to leave behind. 

And today is the 

first anniversary of 

his wife's death. 

Come on. You're just an analyst. 

How can you read his mind? 

Orion :

I know Ramius, General. 

He's nearly a legend in the 

submarine community. 

He's been a maverick his entire career. 

I actually met him once at an embassy dinner. 

Have you ever met Captain Ramius, General? 

Admiral Hollis, how long before Ramius could be in a position to fire his missiles at us? 

Four days. 

All right. I'll brief the President. 

That will be all, gentlemen. Dr Ryan, 

would you stay for a moment, please? 

Lord Vader :

I said ‘speak your mind’, 

Jack, but Jesus...!

You slammed the door on 

The General pretty hard, Jack. 

Orion :

…that was not 

my intention, sir. 

Oh, yes, it was. He was 

patronising you, and 

you stomped on him. 

In my opinion, 

he deserved it. 

Listen, I'm A Politician, 

which means I'm 

a cheat and a liar, 

and when I'm not 

kissing babies, 

I'm stealing 

their lollipops —

but it also means that 

I keep my options open. 

So let's assume for a minute that 

you're right and this Russian 

intends to defect. 

What do you suggest 

We DO about it? 

Orion :

We definitely grab 

the boat, sir. 

Hey, wait a minute. We're not talking 

about some stray pilot with a M.I.G. —

We're talking about several billion 

dollars' worth of Soviet state property : 

They're gonna to want it back. 

Orion :

Maybe it's enough then just to get some 

people onboard and inspect it. 

Call it whatever you want to... a 

Coast Guard safety inspection. 

So How Do We Proceed…? 

Orion :

First, We need to contact 

the commanders 

in the Atlantic directly;

The Russians get one 

whiff of this through the 

regular communications 

circuits, The Game is up. 

Second, We figure out how 

we can help them — 

We devise a plan to intercede, 

ready to go at a moment's notice. 

Third, Somebody's got 

to go make CONTACT with

Ramius and find out what 

his intentions really are. 

OK. When do you leave? 

Orion :

Ha ha ha! Wait a minute. The General was right. 

I am not field personnel. I am only an analyst. 

You're perfect. I can't ask any 

of these characters to go —

Firstly, They don't BELIEVE in it;  

Second, They'd never stake their 

reputation on a hunch, 

whereas you —

Orion :

…are expendable. 

…something like that. 

I'll give you three days to 

prove your theory correct. 

After that, I have to hunt down Ramius 

and destroy him. Will you do it?

What gives you The Right to FIRE on My ship?

Your Signal said nothing of a torpedo.

Ryan….

It was necessary to maintain 

the illusion for your crew.

My Crew are being 

rescued, yes? 

Orion :

As We Speak.

Then how did you know our 

reactor accident was false? 

Well, that was a guess, 

but it seemed logical. 

Very well — I present you, the ballistic 

missile submarine Red Oktober. 

My officers and I request asylum 

in The United States of America. 

It's a pleasure, sir. 

Bert Mancuso, USS Dallas. 

……Torpedo. The Americans 

are shooting at us again. 

Seaman “Jonesey” Jones :

The pitch is too high. 

The torpedo's Russian. 

Where the hell did it come from? 

Conn, Sonar. New contact. Sierra - 

Alfa class Soviet submarine. 

Why don't I have a detonation? 

The weapon enabled on the far side of the target. 

It passed Red Oktober before arming. 

Fire again with the right settings 

and reload both tubes. 

Get me power. 

Get that damn thing off my boat. 

It's off. 

I think somebody shot a torpedo at us. 

No shit, Buckwheat. 

Get out of here. 

Where am I... 

Connery :

Borodin, fire control. 

Uh, Ryan -- Sit here. 

Orion :

I'm not a naval officer,

I'm with The CIA. 

Connery :

CIA? 

Orion :

I'm not an agent, I just 

write books for The CIA. 

Connery :

Whatever. Sit down. And 

Do exactly what I tell you. 

DSRVs away. There's a Russian alfa yards to starboard. 

I think it's the Konovalov. 

Increase the flank. 

Increase the flank. 

Orion :

How? 

That knob. Turn right full. All ahead flank. Right full rudder. 

He's shooting again, sir. Go to battle stations. 

Battle stations. Chief of Watch, 

man battle stations. 

Torpedo in the water. Bearing - - . Make range yards. Steer right - - . That's heading into the torpedo. Steady, bearing still - - . Estimated range... yards. Still - - . 

Steer right till 

this reads 180 . 

No, That's Wrong. 

Ryan, don't turn that 

goddamn wheel - - 

You're heading straight 

into that torpedo. 

Yes. 

Doing what? He's turned 

into the torpedo's path. 

What? 

Red October's turned directly 

into the torpedo's path, sir. 

Mother of God. Torpedo steady, bearing - - . 

Range... yards. 

Melekhin, more speed. 

Estimate range yards. Closing awfully fast. 

What's he trying to do, kill himself? 

We have a firing solution on 

The Russian Alfa. Can we shoot back? 

They didn't shoot at us. 

I can't attack a Soviet submarine 

without authorisation. 

Torpedo bearing steady at - - . 

Best range... yards. 

Torpedo impact... 30 seconds. 

Connery (Thinking, 

HARD, Constantly) : 

...what books? 

Orion :

....Pardon me? 

Connery :

What books did you write? 

Orion :

....I wrote a biography 

on Admiral Halsey called 

The Fighting Sailor, about 

naval combat tactics. 

Connery :

......I know This Book. 

Torpedo impact, 20 Seconds  

Connery :

Your conclusions were 

all wrong, Ryan. 

15 seconds.

 

Halsey acted 

stupidly.

. ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... Torpedo impact... now. I'll be damned. 

Orion :

What happened? 

Combat tactics, Mr. Ryan. 

By turning into the torpedo, 

The Captain closed the distance 

before it could arm itself. 

Orion :

So that's it? 

Not quite. Right now, 

Captain Tupolev is removing 

the safety features 

on all his weapons. 

He won't make the 

same mistake twice.

What gives you The Right to FIRE on My ship?

Your Signal said nothing of a torpedo.

Ryan….

It was necessary to maintain the illusion for your crew.

My Crew are being rescued, yes? 

As We Speak.

Then how did you know our reactor accident was false? 

Well, that was a guess, but it seemed logical. 

Very well —I present you, the ballistic 

missile submarine Red Oktober. 

My officers and I request asylum 

in the United States of America. 

It's a pleasure, sir. 

Bert Mancuso, USS Dallas. 

Torpedo. The Americans are shooting at us again. 

The pitch is too high. The torpedo's Russian. 

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