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(woman vocalizing)
(ominous music)
(text beeping)
- [Oil Worker] All right, it's almost ready there, Chuck.
- Okay. Let's see what old Herc has to say.
- Good old Herc. - I'm going to voice interface.
Hey, Herc. How you doing, man?
- Hey buddies.
- Hey, Herc, what's going on, bud?
- Herc, give us a rundown on your capabilities.
- Currently running fold inspection,
internal cleaning, repairs, flow management and plugging protocols.
- Hey, Herc, what do you think of this weather?
- It's freezing out here and I'm looking forward
to going into the plate.
Hell of a lot warmer underground.
- Hell yeah, buddy, hell yeah. - Yeah.
There's some kind of malicious subroutine
running on Hercules's system.
(machine whirring)
(man yells)
I don't know what to do, man!
(machine whirs) (man screams)
(upbeat music)
- [Announcer] "Unlimited Growth"
with your host, Kitty Carolson.
- Early this week, I spoke with Hans Steinrech.
He's the Chief Executive Officer
of Norwegian Undersea Oil, or NUSO,
which is the parent company of Tidewater Freedom Inc.
They're responsible for Canada's newest pipeline,
Tidewater Freedom.
He was feeling particularly buoyant today.
Well, maybe that's the wrong word.
And I'll explain why later.
Let's just say he was joyous.
And why wouldn't he be?
Enjoying the company's triple digit rise
over the markets in the last few weeks.
I caught up with him at Tidewater Freedom's pumping station
near the oil sands of Alberta.
(remote beeps)
(upbeat acoustic music)
(cows mooing)
(cowboys yell)
This is your second pipeline.
The first being the Northtrunderlag Sea Pipeline.
How does this project stack up compared to that?
- Well, Kitty, what we've done is employ over 40 years
of oil transportation knowledge and technology
and come up with a truly 21st century solution
to energy transportation.
Two of the stopping blocks moving oil
through the Dean Channel was the fear of spills
and also a concern that a new port would result
in a detrimental increase in visible tanker traffic.
- The Dean Channel?
That's where the pipeline meets Tidewater, correct?
- That's correct, Kitty.
It's the fjord that runs 187 kilometers inland
from the Pacific Ocean to a former Indian village called Tiuqsmik
where we built our brand new state-of-the-art oil transportation port.
- The port is built on their reserve land?
- Correct. And now they've allowed us to build the port which facilities our fleet
of SULCCs, submersible ultra large crude carriers.
- [Kitty] I've heard they have quite the paint job.
- Yes. Courtesy of our Or'mawk friends.
So yeah, currently we're running a fleet
of 10 SULCCs and we'll be filling them
day and night with Alberta bitumen.
There'll be traveling the traditional routes to China
across the Pacific.
The only difference, like you say, there'll be underwater.
- Wow. This just seems like a great project, Hans.
We wish you lots of luck.
And will you promise to keep us updated?
- [Hans] I certainly will, Kitty. And thank you very much.
- Thank you.
(remote beeps)
So that was our interview with Hans Steinrech
of Norwegian Undersea Oil.
We'll be watching this project very closely.
Now let's see what the markets are doing.
(remote beeps)
- At NUSO, we believe in protecting the environment
by having sustainable oil transports
at our new port in Tiuqsmik, BC.
Each of our SULCC submarines
has an indigenous representative
who observes the navigation of the submarines
through the Deans and Fishers Channels.
We also fund a full crew of indigenous observers
who monitor the routes of the submarines,
ensuring that they are no way
damaging the natural environment.
By doing this our SULCC Program
has managed to reduce visible tanker traffic to zero.
And there's only a 0.01% chance of any spills taking place,
a negligible risk that is acceptable
for providing both energy and employment
for countless Canadians and indigenous Canadians alike.
(rock guitar music)
(text beeping)
(rock guitar music)
- I can see you.
Oh, I think they have an important message for me.
(rock guitar music)
(phone beeping)
(rock guitar music)
(phone beeping)
Dicks.
(phone beeping)
(rock splashes) Ha! Gotcha.
(phone beeping) (rock guitar music)
(text beeping)
- Okay. This is the spot.
(splashing)
- So what exactly have you discovered down there?
- using our submersible sidescan sonar drone
we've located in ancient structure
that dates back to the earliest settlers in this area.
It appears to be an ancient fishing site.
Part of an old fishing weir
that was probably used to catch migrating salmon.
The interesting thing is that it dates back 14,000 years
when this part of the Hecate Strait was above sea level.
- Settlers, my ass.
We were always here.
- Excuse me?
- There's no way that's a fishing weir.
- So what is it?
- That's a sacred site.
It's a House of Eitube.
- Come again?
- Our people believe we live on the back of a great whale
named Eitube.
He lives in a community house on the bottom of the ocean.
- What do you think?
- [Scientist] Jerry.
- Hey, I hear you're leaving our humble ferry.
- Check this out.
Yeah a full time slot opened up at NUSO I had to take.
Your sister keeps grinding me about child support.
- Aha, your old command.
I can't believe she's actually at a dry dock.
Yeah. I told you not to marry her.
- Cornerbrook, come in, Cornerbrook.
This is Lady Rachel.
We are mooring due south of you.
Please respond.
Cornerbrook, this is the science vessel Lady Rachel,
do you read?
- I don't think they'll appreciate
you using their military channel, Commander.
- Can I have a look?
Oh wow.
So this is the bottom of the ocean?
- That's correct.
(water rushing)
- Wow.
- [Radio] Lady Rachel, this is the Cornerbrook.
- It's Lieutenant Commander Williamson.
- [Radio] Lady Rachel, be advised,
there are incoming SULCCs in this area.
- They should have passed through an hour ago.
Okay, thanks for the tip, Cornerbrook.
Over and out.
(alarm wails)
- [Jerry] They're diving.
- Those NUSO pricks.
Hey. Hey.
If you don't want that sonar drone
to become a fishing lure, you better haul it out right now.
There's a SULCC coming through
and it's headed right for us.
- Wait, is that one of those giant oil submarines.
- [Allan] We gotta get that thing out of the water.
Jerry, check the sonar.
(beeping)
- [Jerry] We're right over top of it.
(dramatic music)
- [Reporter] Ah, oh my God.
Oh my God.
(dramatic music)
(line twangs)
(dramatic music) (water splashing)
- [Scientist] That's a $1.5 million drone.
- You wanna play Indian village at the bottom of the ocean?
That's where we're headed.
(saw buzzing) (dramatic music)
Didn't think so.
(dramatic music)
- [Hans] Oh, Mr. Brockelman.
Did you have trouble finding us?
- No, we stopped to grab some gas.
My apologies.
- Okay, well I wanna get you guys on board.
I'll brief you on everything once we get there.
We're gonna be following the pipeline all the way to Tiuqsmik.
- Great.
Mr. Brockelman, I just wanted to tell you
how delighted everyone at NUSO is
with "Earth's Megamachines" doing an episode
of our Tidewater Freedom Project.
- No problem.
But we're from "Humongous Boats."
We're on the Imagination Network.
Right, right. My apologies, Mr. Brockelman.
Allow me to introduce you to Captain Domonic Dragonetti.
He's one of our channel pilots.
- I thought I knew you.
You're the guy that sunk the Sea Forest Crown.
We did an episode on that ship just before went down.
Glad you weren't captain when we were shooting.
- Don, jeez.
Give the guy a break.
- It's okay. I'm used to it.
- Whoa.
I thought you guys buried these things.
- [Hans] It's mostly buried
but some sections it's not feasible.
- [Melsia] How long has this crazy pipeline?
- [Hans] Over 1000 kilometers long.
- How's it feel to be involved in the biggest oil spill
since Exxon Valdez?
- It wasn't my fault.
- Not what I heard.
No offense, but we're not sailing with this bozo, are we?
- [Ed] Don, give it a rest.
I'm not gonna tell you again.
- No, you'll be sailing
with a Lieutenant Commander Allan Parker.
He's former military.
As for Captain Dragonetti.
He was cleared of any wrongdoing.
Any a captain could be victim to a bomb cyclone.
Although here at NUSO we don't worry about those.
- Why the hell not?
- Sorry. Melsia hasn't shot with us before.
She's a freelancer.
- Because we travel under the storms.
- Say what?
- Our carriers are submarines, we travel underwater.
- Right. Underwater.
(exciting music)
- [Computer] Prepare for landing.
Brace yourselves, this one could get a little rocky.
- Brace yourselves.
- Melsia, let's get a stand up.
(exciting music)
These two humongous boats are just two
of NUSO's 10 vessel fleet of SULCCs
and they're filled day and night
by a 1200 kilometer pipeline
that runs straight from the Alberta oil sands.
These two humongous boats here at the Tidewater Freedom Port
are state of the art submarines
and are capable of carrying as much unrefined bitumen
as the largest VLCCs or very large crude carriers.
That's 2 million barrels of oil per submarine.
(dramatic music)
(text beeping)
- Commander Parker, congratulations on going full time.
- Thanks, Hans.
- Oh no, thank you.
With another full time pilot
we'll be able to add an additional transpacific run.
This is when things will start getting quite profitable.
The crew is already on board at their stations.
- Where's the Or'mawk OB?
- Ah yes, of course.
We cannot forget about her.
Hello. This is Hans.
Is the Or'mawk observer en route?
We are ready to board.
(whispering) They tend to be a bit late from time to time.
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- It can't be.
- Ah, so Ellsa, so happy you could make it.
Have you two sailed together before?
- You could say that.
- Tiuqsmik is a small town.
Everybody knows everyone.
- Right? Okay.
Let's get on with it.
Commander Parker, just to let you know,
we'll be giving you a bonus
for entertaining a camera crew I've invited on board.
Time and one half for the entire voyage.
The crew is already waiting for us on the command lift.
- Blood from the stone.
(footsteps)
(elevator hums)
- [Don] Melsia, how's my edge frame?
Okay, thank you.
- [Allan] Captain Dragonetti.
- [Dragonetti] Commander Parker.
Always a pleasure to be sailing with you.
- Commander Parker, allow me to introduce you
to Ed Brockelman, Melsia Cooper on camera,
and Don Shepherd on mic.
They're gonna be on the ship, filming her
and her capabilities for their new show
called "Title Size Subs."
There'll be a lot of questions.
- [Ed] Yeah. The show is called "Humongous Boats."
- Well, you've come to the right place.
- [Don] Who's this fuckin chick?
- [Ellsa] Can you please not?
- I present to you the Or'mawk Nation indigenous observer.
Each convoy must have at least one on board one
of the SULCCs while passing through the channel.
Ellsa, you'll be sailing with Captain Dragonetti
on this voyage.
Well, this is where we part ways, everyone.
Have a very safe voyage.
And like we say in Norway (speaking in a foreign language)!
(horn blares)
- Welcome to the SULCC bridge.
Lieutenants.
There's a convoy inbound so we have to clear port
by 1300 hours, hopefully sooner.
So let's start running those checks.
- Aye Commander.
(dramatic music)
- There's only two rules here on the bridge.
One, you do everything I say, when I say it
without question.
There's a $200 million piece of equipment
and it doesn't belong to us.
So unless you got a lot of room on your credit card,
you'll let me be the fall guy.
And number two, never stand in front of that access panel.
That's where the LRC comes on the bridge.
If you get in her way, you'll get knocked out or worse.
Once she arrives on bridge, don't touch her.
She's usually pretty filthy.
Crew, let me introduce you to the producer,
camera woman and audio guy from "Humongous Boats."
- "Humongous Boats?"
All right, I know that show.
- Finally, someone recognizes us.
We only get 6 million viewers a week.
- Our steering officer today is Lieutenant Debbie Argento.
She's a crack SULCC pilot trained by the Canadian Forces.
She started as a sea cadet at 15
and she's the youngest woman ever
to have received her Submarine Dolphin Badge.
- That's me.
- And this is Lieutenant Robbie Stuart.
Also the best in the Navy.
He's the foremost expert on the SULCC systems
and he's in charge of maintaining the LRC
if anything ever went wrong.
- I don't want to jinx it, but the LRCs
have a perfect operating record.
- Ed Brockelman.
This is Melsia, Don.
Nice to meet you guys.
- It's interesting you all have military ranks?
- Yes. The submarines are piloted in military partnership with NUSO.
- So where where's that LRC thing?
- She went back to clean the propeller rods.
Once she's done, it'll take her about 10 minutes
to make it back up to the bridge.
- Okay, guys, take a seat over there.
There'll be plenty of time later to get up
and walk around and film.
Feel free to ask questions if you like.
Okay guys, let's power her up.
(electronics beeping)
Gimme port cameras.
(electronics beeping)
And let's take a look at those forward dive planes.
(whooshing sound)
Debbie, rotate the planes 30 degrees up.
- Aye aye, Commander.
Rotating the forward dive plates 30 degrees upward.
(dramatic music)
- Then 30 degrees down.
- 30 degrees downward.
- [Allan] Keep going.
I really wanna get out of here
before that incoming convoy gets on top us.
- Okay. Repeat for rear dive planes.
(text beeping)
Roopy, where the hell is the LRC system?
- He's draining the periscope assembly.
There's some moisture in the casing.
The last crew dragged through a kelp forest.
(speaking in a foreign language)
- Ellsa, is the guardian sub underway?
- Yes it is Captain.
(dramatic music)
- Okay. Let's start spinning those screws and get moving.
(electronics beeping)
(LRC whirs)
There you are, Larissa.
How are those propeller rods?
Funny how the ICS report said they were fine.
Didn't think I'd check, did ya?
Slacking off in the back of the sub again?
- [Larissa] Well of course they're fine.
I've been greasing them all morning, confirm.
(tribal music) (text beeping)
- Hey, the new building's looking good.
(keyboard tapping)
Is the chief in?
(keyboard tapping)
(knocking)
Hey.
- Hey Jerry, what can I do for you?
They found something off of the Gwaii,
about 150 meters down.
- Who found something?
- Scientists from the university.
- What did they find?
- Eitube's house.
- There anything else I can do for you?
- Yeah.
I was wondering if there's any space on the guardian sub.
I lost my job on the Lady Rachel.
- Tell me something, Jerry,
do you have any experience on a submarine?
- Not really.
I'm working on my second level sonar man certificate.
- I heard you guys lost a drone.
- Hey, they can blame NUSO for that one.
- You know, maybe now is not such a good time.
Is there anything else I can do for you?
(exciting dramatic music)
- Ed, you and your crew might want these.
It'll help you see the bridge graphics.
- Yeah, I don't think so.
I'll take those, thanks.
- These are cool.
(electronics beeping) Holy cow.
How big is that insane prop?
- It's as big as a 10 story building.
Biggest one in the world.
(electronics beeping) (dramatic music)
- Okay. The LRC is signaling green.
She's all yours, Robbie.
Flood the ballasts and begin the submerge sequence.
(machinery roaring) (alarms sounding)
(machinery clanking)
(metal groaning) (propellers chuffing)
(relaxing music)
(laser crackling)
- Jeez, Lorenzo. Do you have to do that now?
- [Lorenzo] Yo, this display
ain't gonna recalibrate itself.
You wanna piece of me?
- Okay. All right.
(laser crackling) (chill music)
(water rushing)
- [Newscaster] July 7th, 2021,
a delegation of Canadian diplomats travel to the Kremlin.
The reception is cold.
The diplomats, including Trade Minister, Janet Filmin,
who was escorted from her hotel
by members of President Sakalov's
own Kremlin guard are informed
that they have only three hours to leave Russian soil.
- All they did was express their displeasure
that the Russian government was funding
a few Canadian low profile environmental groups.
- [Newscaster] In Sakalov's view of the time,
Canadian oil shipments were a direct threat
to his energy hegemony in Asia and Europe.
- The same groups are tied to the protesters
who were attempting to block the construction
of the Tidewater Freedom Pipeline.
- [Newscaster] One minister who would not appear
on camera said, "Russia's use of social media platform
has allowed them to influence Canadian public opinion
and thereby the government,
almost preventing the Tidewater Freedom Pipeline from being built."
Back in Ottawa, members of Cabinet
were busy ratifying a tanker moratorium into law.
Meanwhile, Russia continued to hold its place
as the second largest oil exporter in the world.
(tense music)
To make matters worse, the United States
with its fracking operations
have now become the new global leader in oil exports.
But with prices dropping from an oil glut,
Canada's quest for a pipeline became even more pressing.
(phone buzzing)
(can clicks)
(phone buzzing)
- Hello?
- [Scientist] Hey Jerry, where are you?
- [Jerry] Home, thanks to you.
- [Scientist] It wasn't our decision
to let you go this time, Jerry.
- [Jerry] Whatever.
- [Scientist] We managed to recover the drone.
- Oh yeah?
Did you find something else at Eitube's house?
Aha, I knew it!
- [Scientist] Somewhat. Not exactly.
Hey Jerry, You know anything about submarines?
- Yeah, I know a little bit.
I've got the first year on my sonar man certificate.
Trying to get a job on the guardian sub.
I don't think I'll be much help with your drone though.
- [Scientist] There's nothing wrong with the drone, Jerry.
But I think there's something here you should see.
- What? Right now?
I've been throwing a few back.
- [Scientist] Well, I'd like to see you come down anyway.
- Okay. Fine.
(electronic buzzing)
- Okay. We have two SULCCs inbound.
Let's increase speed and try to make the crossover
at Sylvester's Point.
It's nice and deep there.
- Do you mind?
- Standard protocols, outgoing SULCCs take the lower waters.
Debbie, increase speed to 11 knots.
At Sylvester's Point drop down to 300 meters.
I want a full 100 meters safety buffer.
- Aye, Commander.
Increasing speed to 11 knots.
- What about the Tu'mawk?
- They get notified automatically.
Any changes that affect navigation are relayed directly
through the LRC's proprietary underwater ULF network.
As long as we're no more than 600 meters apart,
anything we do, they know about it instantly.
- What about beyond 600 meters?
- The LRCs make sure we never drift that far apart.
Standard convoy operating distance is 300 meters.
- Aren't you afraid that Tu'mawk
will smack into the back of you yous?
I mean, you know, who's driving it.
- That's strike three, Don.
One more comment like that and you're off the bridge.
- It's not possible.
The SULCCs have opposing magnetic bows.
If the Tu'mawk drifted into us
she'd just gently bounce right off.
(metal creaking)
(tense music)
(breaths hissing)
- Melsia, pull yourself together.
Perhaps stand up there and get me a two shot,
if that's okay, Commander.
- Yeah, Melsia, quit being a cry baby.
- So how are you guys actually navigating?
I'm guessing sonar.
- Yes. Larissa is connected to our nose comb
which has the most advanced sonar in the shipping industry.
The military too, for that matter.
It's called the SRI or spatial resonance imager.
Using it, Larissa's able to give us a real time picture
of everything happening around us
up to a kilometer, give or take.
- Wow. So what's the level of automation.
Are you still actually driving the submarine?
- Technically, yes.
But if you look here in the periscope.
Commander, is that okay?
Those rectangular squares are what Larissa displays for us.
The route is largely predetermined
using strict navigation protocols set out
by the industry and government standards.
- Can I get a video clip of that at some point?
- Sure. We record every voyage so I'll email it to you
when I get a chance.
- Just to let you know, Ed,
some of those details are classified.
- Commander, I've been on enough military ships,
I can tell you what's classified and what's not.
- Well, if Hans isn't worried, I guess I'm not.
- So how do we know what's going on
in past a thousand meters?
- We're using existing data on the features
of the channel, but if we're stopped dead,
engines off, the LRC can give us a real time picture
of up to two kilometers.
Larissa's a master at filtering out noise.
- [Larissa] Why, thank you, Debbie. Confirm.
- What are they still doing here?
(electronic beeping)
Get a life.
(tribal music)
Hey, you still working?
UVic crew?
(keyboard tapping)
Shit, your banana looks a bit rotten, guys.
- Yeah. Well she's a tough girl.
It turns out she was recording
the whole time she was under water.
- I told you, the spirit's strong down there.
- You were right, Jerry.
You said you knew something about submarines.
Check this out.
- What am I looking at here?
- Wait for it.
(submarine rushing)
- Whoa, what the hell?
That doesn't look too friendly, does it?
- Yeah. Seriously.
Do you think it looks American from the Triton Base, maybe?
- Let me see it again.
You can tell the Virginias from their ass end.
Hmm, I don't know.
It's got three props, that can't be good.
Does the video have any sound?
- Yeah, sure. Why?
- Awesome.
I have a program at home that might be able
to identify the propeller signature.
Can you flip me a copy?
- Flip me a copy? Jerry, what is this the eighties?
- Have you seen Jerry lately?
(subs rumbling)
- What's a hydrophone?
That sounds like when I dropped my phone
in the toilet that time.
- Not quite, Don.
They're a chain of underwater microphones
used to listen for submarine activity.
It's part of the SOSUS network.
I'm surprised you'd never heard of it.
- Yeah. If someone so much as even tries to kiss
our maritime borders SOSUS knows about it.
- [Larissa] Diving. Diving.
[Larissa] Diving. Diving.
[Larissa] Diving. - Commander,
We're passing Sylvester's point.
Inbound SULCC 200 meters and closing.
(subs rumbling)
(laser crackles)
(laser zapping)
(Roopy groans)
(epic music)
Commander, the Tu'mawk's veering off course,
five degrees of starboard, 37 degrees upward plane.
- No.
This day keeps getting better and better.
Ed. Get your crew off the bridge now, please.
- Of course, Commander.
Larissa, please advise.
The Tu'mawk is off course.
- [Larissa] LRC-05 is not responding, Commander, confirm.
- Larissa, prepare to take control of the Tu'mawk on my mark.
(tense music) (subs rumbling)
- Lieutenant Sheddon, just turn off the LRC repair protocols
and leave the rest on.
- Yikes! Aye, Captain.
(tense music) (subs rumbling)
- Commander, the Tu'mawk has corrected herself.
She's back on course.
- Man oh man.
Robbie, what looks good around here?
- Looks like Scowquil's Bay is all clear.
- Let's start the surfacing protocols for Scowquil's Bay.
- [Newscaster] February 27th, 2024, Hamhung, North Korea.
With a nuclear treaty in place with Washington,
hereditary dictator Kim Jong Un
is doing everything he can to hide the existence
of his formerly ubiquitous nuclear program.
- Okay, let's have a listen.
All we have to do is match the signatures.
- [Computer] Match found. Russian Tango Class.
- Oh jeez.
(typing on keyboard)
(speaking in a foreign language)
- Lenin. By God.
It's too much. Why Lenin?
- It is acronym, it stands
for Logic Engine Neural Net Intelligence Network.
- Is it network or is it man?
- I think both, General Valkowski.
(ominous music)
(door creaking)
- May we enter, Comrade?
- [L.E.N.I.N.] If you must.
(dramatic music)
Marshal Vlodokov, General Valkowski,
why are you here?
I am more than capable of communicating
with the President directly.
- Lenin, the President must know
what news of our cyber attack plan?
- [L.E.N.I.N.] Operation Menshevik is well under way, comrades.
I have been causing nuisances
throughout the NUSO pipeline network.
Now please, take the seat.
Director Salishnagkov is en route.
(tense music)
(alarm beeping) - What's that mean?
- Inclement weather alarm.
- Don't worry about it.
By the time it hits will be 300 meters underwater.
I'm glad. These storms have been hell on the crew.
Lots of injuries.
That's how Melsia ended up joining us.
- Right.
- So, how long will it take to get out into the open ocean?
- So...
From the Tidewater Freedom Port at Tiuqsmik,
we went down the Dean Channel first.
Right now we're here in Scowquil's Bay.
Right here, we'll pass the mouth of the Burke Channel
and go straight into Fisher's Channel right here.
Fisher's Channel will take us right out
into the Hecate Strait and out to the open ocean.
That's 196 kilometers total.
Average speed about 13 knots.
The whole trip takes about eight hours.
Did you get it?
- Got it.
- Can we turn those cameras off?
It's lunch.
- Sure. No worries.
- Pass me some cutlery, Commander.
- So this is pretty cool. Vintage?
- Oh yeah. Brought that on board myself.
Russian Cold War era escape suit.
Still works great.
(laughter)
- Should I be worried?
- No buddy. This fish won't go down.
Not on my watch.
- So if something were to happen,
how would someone get out?
- Oh, NUSO has their own deep submergence rescue vehicle.
Anything happens, we all evacuate.
Easy peasy.
Feel better now?
- I'm not sure.
- [Helicopter Crew] I'd like to request three four zero.
And a three four zero 16 at two.
- [Radio] One two zero point seven seven.
Where it's at 382, 12 three for 1 7000.
(dramatic music)
I'm eight 10 by 11 three six zero.
(helicopter roaring)
(dramatic music)
- Hello LRC-09.
(dramatic music)
(door hissing)
Commander, it looks like your little expose is out.
- Commander, you're famous!
- Impressive. Do you mind?
- Go ahead.
- How's the shooting going, Mr. Brockelman?
- We're getting some great stuff.
Fingers crossed, I think this might be
our most popular episode this year.
- Robbie, the helicopter is waiting for you top side.
Can you please go and swap out the LRC on the Tu'mawk?
- I'm on it.
- Ed, could you leave the room for a moment please?
- Sure, Hans. No problem.
(door hisses)
(thunder crashes) (helicopter whirring)
- [Robbie] So I've swapped him out with the LRC-09
so you guys shouldn't have any more problems.
- So what exactly went wrong?
The elders are not happy about this.
And where the hell is Hans hiding out?
On the Or'mawk with his Larissa, I'm sure.
- Um yeah.
So what happened is that Lorenzo, sorry, LRC-05
was only upgraded for welding protocols after he was built.
So something must've gone wrong in the software patch.
I know you're concerned 'cause these things
aren't supposed to happen.
- Yeah, damn right these things aren't supposed to happen.
I think I'm gonna have to shut this thing down.
- You're right. You're right.
No excuse.
But the repair protocols are a mid-level system.
There's no way it could have affected safe passage of this sub.
- So almost killing the steering officer
doesn't affect the safe passage of the sub?
- Well, the LRC would have taken over.
- Yeah, but the LRC almost just killed someone!
- The LRC repair protocols almost killed somebody.
- Maybe this is not the time for that.
- Yeah, Robbie I think the elders
are gonna have a very long conversation with NUSO
about the LRCs.
That should go real well for you.
- What's up Hans?
- I just wanted to let you know
that we had a report from the Americans
that yesterday the SOSUS network experience a brief glitch.
- Really?
- In their words, yesterday between 2200 to 2250 hours
brief periods of spottiness occurred
across the Northern Pacific SOSUS network.
- Well, that's happened before.
- Yes. And I'm sure it's nothing to worry about.
But the Americans have asked their friends
at the Escamont to dispatch an escort
and they agreed.
The Cornerbrook is on route
and it should be through the canal soon.
- A military escort for routine oil shipment?
- It's just a precaution, Commander.
- If the military is getting involved
maybe we should lose the camera crew.
- As much as we'd like to, Commander.
it was some of our top investors
who insisted on doing an episode.
Apparently "Humongous Boats" has an incredible sway
on public opinion.
(phone beeps)
It's your ex wife.
She's not happy.
- Oh, you know?
- Our security checks are pretty extensive, Commander.
There was no need to lie.
It wouldn't have affected your employment with us.
- Duly noted. Sorry about that.
- It's okay. I also have an ex wife.
One more thing.
I'm going to stay on board for the rest of the voyage
just to make sure things go smoothly.
- Suit yourself.
- We're counting on you guys to get the SULCCs
safely up the channel, Commander.
- Of course. No worries.
(phone ringing)
- [Ellsa] Um, yeah. Hi, Hans.
- [Hans] You! Again?
- Yeah, it's me again!
- Now, calm down, Ellsa.
- [Ellsa] Yeah, well, um, you better do something about it.
- Calm down now, Ellsa. - [Ellsa] 'Cause guess what?...
-[Ellsa] ...no safety, no oil company!
(door hissing)
- [Hans] Calm down, Ellsa.
(door hissing)
(electronics beeping)
- What's the verdict?
Do we have permission to continue?
- I don't know.
The elders are meeting now.
(door bangs)
(dramatic music)
- There's been an accident on the Tu'mawk.
NUSO is asking for permission
to carry on through the channel.
(dramatic music)
(rattle shaking)
(magic hissing)
(dramatic music)
- Although this is very troubling
and I sense danger for the Guardian Submarine
the spirits have given their consent.
- I'll let them know.
(dramatic music)
(thunder crashing)
(alarms blaring)
- Robbie, give me that weather info.
- Multiple bomb cyclones originating
in the central Pacific and traveling fast.
They're already making land fall.
(water crashing)
- Goodbye, cruel world.
(adventurous music)
(text beeping)
- Ah, dancing.
(phone ringing)
(speaking in a foreign language)
- [Robotic Voice] How would you like
to earn some extra money?
Confirm.
- I'm listening.
(text beeping)
(tense music)
(gasping)
(knocking)
- Commander Salishnagkov, what can I do for you?
- Lenin, the President has not received an update from you
for quite some time.
He is beginning to question your loyalty.
He wants to know immediately
what is the status of the submarines?
- Well, if the President insists
on sending his errand boy, I guess I will tell you.
I dispatched two submarines from our base in
(speaking in a foreign language)
and succeeded in temporarily disabling the SOSUS network.
They have now passed into the Canadian Channel unseen
and unheard are are beginning disruption
of the NUSO oil carriers as we speak.
- And the North Korean SULCC,
was that able to pass through as well?
- Yes of course.
Our submarines are planning a diversion
and the North Korean SULCC
will be waiting in the lower channel.
- [Salishnagkov] Excellent.
The operation must be completed
before the Americans intercept.
- It seems as though your loyalty can be too easily bought, Comrade Fedor.
(guns firing)
(dramatic music)
- Larissa, I need an update on the Rasputin Protocol.
- [Larissa] I was able to complete the mission
while we were on the surface.
They are currently two Russian submarines
in this channel and one North Korean SULCC.
(dramatic music)
(radar beeping)
- Robbie can you let us know when the Cornerbrook
comes in range?
- I want you to turn off the active sonar
for the remainder of the voyage.
- What? Why?
We're liable to run into someone.
- With the SOSUS network down
I don't want to alert to the world that we are coming.
Lieutenant Stuart, notify the guardian submarine
and let them know they'll have to track us
with their own sonar.
The Cornerbrook, she'll have to find us on her own.
- You really want us flying half blind out here?
Ellsa's not gonna like this.
- Nonetheless, this is now a military controlled operation.
I'm enacting Protocol Seven.
As you all know, my temporary rank is rear admiral.
- Okay. But we're gonna have to run in high alert mode.
Larissa will have to stay in the bridge from now on.
- So be it.
- Okay. It's your boat.
Robbie, go to high alert mode, disengage active sonar.
Tell the Guardian Sub to do the same.
And get Larissa up here.
(electronics beeping)
(tense music)
Robbie, I thought I told you to cease pinging.
- It's not us, Commander.
It's the guardian sub.
It's an embedded ping.
Message coming up now.
Message reads, "Foreign contact. Probable submarine."
- It must have snuck through
when the SOSUS network was down.
- Lieutenant Argento, cut the engines.
Let's see if we can get this bad boy on the SRI.
- Aye, Commander.
Cutting engines.
(alarms blaring)
(electronics beeping)
- Larissa, can you please throttle the Tu'mawk's sonar
to 1000 meters.
We don't want them getting panicked back there.
They've had enough excitement for one day.
- [Larissa] Of course, Admiral.
Throttling the Tu'mawk's sonar to 1000 meters, confirm.
- Commander, we're reading foreign contact,
1200 meters straight ahead.
- Larissa, give me an ID on that bogey.
- [Larissa] Russian Akula, nuclear attack submarine,
Commander, confirm.
(tense music)
(man screaming) - [Ellsa] No, not you.
(man screaming)
- Oh no, no! (laser zapping)
(dramatic music)
(tense music)
(torpedo rushing)
(alarms blaring)
- Commander, torpedo in the water.
- Good heavens, no.
(torpedo rushing)
(explosion roaring)
- Commander, the guardian sub has been destroyed!
- Larissa, video file, Steinrech.
- [Video] Unsymmetrical dimethylhydrazine,
commonly known as UDMH or-
- [Hans] I want everyone to listen to me.
You are not in any danger.
The Russians are here for a very specific reason.
We are carrying an experimental cargo
of a rare fuel called you UDMH,
unsymmetrical dimethylhydrazine.
- [Video] In the space age, these have become propellants
for rocket engines.
- This fuel is highly unstable and extremely rare.
So the Russians would not want to risk destroying it along with themselves.
- Hans, have you gone completely insane?
Endangering everybody on board with this bullshit.
(electronic beeping)
Oh, is that how it's going to be?
I thought you were programmed with a conscience?
- [Larissa] Gentlemen, I cannot allow any aggressive physical contact
on the bridge, confirm.
- I'm sorry, Commander.
This was a highly classified mission.
Of course we did not foresee any problems.
- Commander, we're losing steering dexterity.
- Thanks a lot, Hans.
(sub rushing)
Debbie, start the engines.
Let's try and lose this bastard.
- Aye, Commander. Starting engines.
- Robbie, where are we?
- Approaching Ramps Bluff, Commander.
- Okay. Where's the Tu'mawk?
- Still in ULF range at 475 meters off our stern
but drifting fast, really fast.
- [Larissa] Commander, the Tu'mawk is not responding
to requests for operational updates, confirm.
- Is the LRC still online?
- [Larissa] The LRC navigation protocol is still online
and functioning normally, confirm.
- Larissa, take control of the Tu'mawk
until we can figure out what the hell
is going on back there.
Sync her controls to the Or'mawk
and bring her to within 300 meters.
- [Larissa] Aye, Commander, syncing Tu'mawk controls.
Bringing her into 300 meters, confirm.
(dramatic music)
- Okay Lieutenant Argento,
pull a hard left and take us into Labeshere Channel.
Once we're inside drop down to 450 meters and cut the engines.
- Aye, Commander.
Lateral rudder, 40 degrees to port.
Dive planes 20 degrees downward tilt, holding steady.
(tense music)
- Listen up crew.
There's a 10 knots current down here.
We're gonna ride it through the Labeshere Channel and into the Burke.
Pick up some speed.
That'll keep us silent.
Lieutenant Argento, cut the engines.
- Aye, Commander.
Cutting engines.
(electronic beeping)
(phone beeping)
(machinery hissing)
(tense music)
It's messy down here, Commander.
The steering plane response is down 30% without propulsion.
- We have two Russian submarines
at 1300 meters from our stern.
- Two?
Is there anything else you're not telling us, Hans?
- Do not worry.
They would not dare fire on us.
Besides we're drifting silently.
They cannot see us without SRI sonar.
- [Ed] Nice performance, Melsia.
Never been on a submarine before.
What's the beam.
That's deep enough? Priceless.
- I love it. These morons don't even have a clue
who they're dealing with.
- I just wanna know what the hell that Lieutenant Stuart was talking about.
"Humongous Boats?"
That shit's not even a real show.
- Commander, the Russian subs are passing over us.
I don't think they have any idea where we are.
- Okay good.
We might make it out of this yet.
- [Larissa] Commander, there's an acoustic Morse code message
coming in from the Tu'mawk.
- What does it say?
- [Larissa] It says confirm.
- Confirm what?
It says confirm?
- It says, "LRC-09 kill crew, I'm next, Ellsa."
- Robbie, shut everything on Larissa down.
(electronic beeping)
Stay focused, Debbie.
You're on your own now.
Robbie, can you shut down the Tu'mawk LRC's
higher functions from here?
- Negative, commander.
I have to go to the back of the sub to reorder the command protocols.
- Dammit.
Prepare to send a message on the acoustic Morse code system.
- Aye, Commander.
- Message is, "Or'mawk carrying highly explosive fuel.
Russians attempting to steal.
Tu'mawk under Or'mawk control.
Sit tight."
- Does the message have to be that detailed, Commander?
- This is a safety issue, Hans.
Robbie?
- Message sent, Commander.
(alarms blaring)
- Commander, we're picking up too much speed in this current.
- Debbie, start the engines.
Reverse rotor, 45% power.
Slow us down to 13 knots and keep us there.
- Aye, Commander reversing engines, 45% power.
Slowing us down to 13 knots.
Steady as she goes.
- Okay. Robbie, you can exit the bridge now.
Get your ass down to the stern
and shut that thing down before it kills Ellsa too.
Okay. I'll be right back.
(water splashing) (horn blaring)
- Holy shit. That was cool.
- [Williamson] Excuse me, Sir.
My name is Lieutenant Commander Williamson
Of the Canadian Forces Submarine Cornerbrook.
This might sound like a strange question
but I'm wondering if you've seen the NUSO SULCC convoy
that left dock at 1300 hours.
We can't get a hold of anyone around here.
- Maybe it has something to do with that Russian submarine.
(water rushing)
- [Williamson] God dammit, Lieutenant,
get me something to clean this up.
Excuse me, Russian submarine?
- Yeah, there's a Russian submarine running around out here.
- [Williamson] Well, this is crucial information.
Do you have any idea where the SULCCs might've gone?
- Well they might have gone down through the Burke Channel.
It's the only other waterway off the Dean
other than Gunboat Passage
but that's way too shallow for the SULCCs.
- [Williamson] Yes, you're probably right. Thank you?
- It's Jerry.
- [Williamson] Thank you, Jerry.
We must get going.
Good night, Jerry.
- Hey, Commander Williamson.
- [Williamson] Yes, Jerry?
- Do you need another sonar man by any chance?
- [Williamson] We're always looking for qualified sonar men, Jerry,
but you'll have to enlist first.
- Yeah. Right.
(tense music)
- Melsia, turn Larissa back on
and transfer her full control of the SULCC.
- You got it, Commander.
Transferring all control of the Or'mawk to LRC-04.
(electronics beeping)
- She'll crash the ship and kill us all.
The LRCs are compromised.
- Shut up.
- Compromised or repurposed, Commander?
Larissa, run Subroutine Menshevik,
authorization Brockelman.
- [Larissa] Subroutine Menshevik is now active, confirm.
- Larissa, whom do you take your orders from?
- [Larissa] I take my orders from the Russian government
and they're appointed agents, confirm.
- Excellent.
Well, Miss Argento,...
we won't be needing your services any longer.
- I was tired of her annoying voice anyways.
Get your hands off the wheel.
It's time for your closeup, bitch.
(gun pings)
- You smarmy bastard!
- Stay where you are.
Sit back down!
(tense music)
- Melsia, prepare the Or'mawk for her rendezvous
with the North Korean SULCC.
- Aye, aye, Commander.
Larissa, increase power to the reverse engines.
Keep us still, counteract the current
and maintain a constant bearing.
(engines rumbling)
- Sorry, Commander Parker.
But consider yourself lucky.
You'd be dead by now if the Russians had done their job properly
and disabled your voice authority for the fuel transfer.
Don, let's give Hans and the Commander their nap.
They look oh, so tired.
(thumping)
(ominous music)
Larissa, please go find our friend Lieutenant Stuart
and be sure to reestablish the Tu'mawk LRC's higher functions.
I'm sure that's what our little friend is toying around with.
(machinery humming)
(suspenseful music)
(birds calling) (woman laughing)
- [Ellsa] Have a nice life.
(suspenseful music)
- The Chegang is inbound.
- Excellent.
Melsia, prepare the Or'mawk for the fuel transfer.
(ominous dramatic music)
(electronic beeping)
- Hey Larissa, can you come and help me out for a second?
(Ellsa screams)
(electronics humming)
- [LRC-09] There is an acoustic Morse code message incoming,
confirm.
- Read it to me!
- [LRC-09] This is the Canadian Forces Submarine,
HMCS Cornerbrook.
Are you in danger? Confirm.
- Yes! Yes!
- Commander, the Cornerbrook has found us somehow.
They're broadcasting acoustic Morse code.
The Tu'mawk has responded.
- Good. Then they know what the stakes are.
(dramatic music) (Robbie screaming)
(electronics humming)
Ah, Larissa, perfect timing.
Sync the Chegang to the Or'mawk's position,
speed and bearing.
- [Larissa] Yes, Commander.
Syncing position, speed and bearing, confirm.
- Switch to forward engines.
Keep our speed at 13 knots.
Let's start heading out of the channel.
- [Larissa] Switching to forward engines.
The Tu'mawk and Chegang are responding, confirm.
(metal groaning)
(metal clangs)
- The fuel transfer pipe is now connected, Commander.
- Now Commander Parker,
give the order for the fuel transfer.
- Over my dead body.
- That can easily be arranged.
- Really, Don?
I think you need to get some new lines.
- Go ahead and kill me if you want.
- As much as I'd love to do you a solid
and end your pathetic existence, Commander,
unfortunately we still need you.
Larissa, is it possible to give me audio
from the Tu'mawk bridge?
- [Larissa] The LRC ULF system is not efficient
in sub to sub audio transmissions.
It will be intermittent, confirm.
- It should be adequate for our purposes.
Go ahead and do it.
(electricity zapping) (Ellsa screaming)
(Ed laughing)
So what's it gonna be, Commander?
- Larissa, fuel transfer protocol,
vector one alpha three bravo six.
(tense music)
- Commander Parker, do not screw with me!
(metal banging)
Ah, there we go.
Thank you, Commander.
- UDMH fuel transfer initiated,
time to completion 1.35 hours.
We're clearing the Burke Channel
and entering the Fishers, Commander.
- Excellent.
- Commander, we're clearing the current,
power levels are returning to normal.
- Larissa, engines to full forward power.
Make our depth 120 meters.
If they blow us up, I want the world to know about it.
- [Larissa] Aye, Commander.
Making depth 120 meters.
Engines full forward power. Speed rising.
(subs humming) (ominous music)
25 knots, leveling off. Confirm.
- That's full power, Commander.
- Melsia, how long before we reach the Hecate Strait?
- Hecate Strait ETA, one hour, six minutes.
- Excellent.
Just enough time for us to finish the fuel transfer
before we show up on the SOSUS microphones.
Don, be a good chap and go lock the Commander up in the state room.
I'm tired of his sniveling.
- No problem.
- But don't kill him, Don.
We're gonna need his voice print to terminate the transfer.
There'll be plenty of time to kill him then.
Hans, give Don the master key.
- The key's in my pocket.
- Up douche bag, let's go.
- And Don don't forget to lock up the cutlery drawers.
- Yes, yes I got it.
(door hisses)
- Screw you, Commander Pecker.
- You're a real hero, Don.
- Nice.
(cutlery clatters)
Don't try anything.
(boot smacks)
(metal groaning)
- [Larissa] Commander, an American Virginia Class
fast attack submarine has moved in behind us.
Range 400 meters, confirm.
- Damn it.
- [Larissa] The Russian Akula is intercepting, confirm.
- [Ed] Melsia, prepare an acoustic Morse code message.
- Aye, Commander. Ready to transmit.
- Message is: Greetings, Americans.
FYI, we're transporting 2 million barrels
of unsymmetrical dimethylhydrazine.
End message.
(laughing) (transmitter beeping)
- Aye, Sir, message sent.
Are you sure that won't piss them off?
- Oh, it'll piss them off, all right.
But by the time they figure out what to do with us
the transfer will be complete
and we'll have disappeared into Moresby Canyon
along with the Chegang.
My contact told me it's virtually capable of running silent.
- Sir, the American sub is breaking off.
- Going to cry to the commander in chief, I'm sure.
(electronics beeping)
(tense music)
It's time to take a walk off the Or'mawk.
- Aye, Commander. Extending airlock.
Man, I hope North Koreans are nice to us.
- Nice to us, duh.
There's nobody over there, Melsia.
- Say what?
- The Chegang is a drone.
It's totally automated.
- I hope they left us some food.
(machinery humming)
(tense music)
(gun taps)
(breathing apparatus hissing)
(ax bangs)
(alarm wailing)
- [Video] We've had a major spill in the test cell.
Three personnel have been exposed to oxidizer.
Send medical record immediately.
Early symptoms may include coughing,
fainting spells, and nausea.
(coughing)
Lung tissue is burned, blisters form
and the resulting moisture accumulation
causes asphyxiation.
Your seared lungs can not absorb sufficient oxygen.
(coughing)
- Larissa, kill! Kill!
(electronics whirring)
(tense music)
- Larissa, end fuel transfer.
Authorization victor three alpha six bravo eight.
- [Larissa] Fuel transfer canceled, confirm.
- Larissa, disengage the transfer pipe
and tell the Tu'mawk LRC to release Ellsa.
- [Larissa] I am unable to comply, Commander.
I'm currently running subroutine Menshevik
and you are not a Russian agent, confirm.
- Do it or die, Larissa.
I'm not kidding around.
- [Larissa] I would prefer not to die, confirm.
- I guess it's lights out, Larissa.
- [Larissa] Wait, Commander.
I believe Hans is an agent
of the Russian government, confirm.
- What do you mean?
- She must be malfunctioning, Commander.
Larissa, rescind all higher functions.
- Not so fast, Hans.
Larissa?
- [Larissa] I have analyzed Hans' reactions
to intelligence briefings and I have deduced
that Hans is an agent of the Russian government, confirm.
- Hans?
- That's absurd!
- [Larissa] Commander, I'm quite certain, confirm.
- Hans, I don't wanna split hairs here
but you have exactly one second to rescind
Operation Menshevik.
- Okay. Okay. Okay.
Larissa, rescind Operation Menshevik
- [Larissa] Subroutine Menshevik is rescinded,
returning to NUSO standard operating protocols, confirm.
- Hans, you've been identified as an agent of the Russian government.
Larissa, you know what to do.
- But I am a rear admiral!
(electronics beeping)
You can't do this to me!
(electricity buzzing) (Hans screaming)
(tense music)
- See you in hell, Larissa.
- Allen!
I never thought I'd be so happy to see you again.
- LRC-09, what's our position?
- [LRC-09] We are currently 400 meters
off the east coast of Burnaby Island, Commander.
Depth 100 meters, confirm.
- Looks like we're right over the house of Eitube.
- Okay, Now you've completely lost it.
- You think so?
LRC-09, play file Parker Fishing Weir.
- So what exactly have you discovered down there?
- It appears to be an ancient fishing site.
Part of an old fishing weir
that was probably used to catch migrating salmon.
Dates back 14,000 years,
when this part of the Hecate Strait was above sea level.
- That's a sacred site.
It's a house of Eitube.
(tense music) (torpedo rushing)
There's a Russian torpedo in the water.
The Americans are trying to evade but they won't be able to,
not for long, not in open water like this.
We have like five minutes if we're lucky.
- Careful!
- Careful? Careful, why?
- Just be careful, okay.
- You gotta be kidding me.
(machinery humming)
(adventurous music)
(tense music)
(torpedo rushing)
(breathing apparatus hissing)
(tense music)
(explosion roars)
(mysterious music)
(text beeping) (gentle music)
(electricity zapping)
(gentle music)
(rattle shaking) (hopeful music)
(baby crying)
(epic music)
(triumphant music)