Jude Law gets fired from his marine salvage job, but an old friend of his was approached about recovering $80 million dollars worth of gold from sunken Soviet sub, funded by a mysterious benefactor, and well, why not? They get an old sub of their own from some where (I wasn't paying attention to that part) and recruit a crew. Half British guys Jude Law knows, and half Russian guys, because it's a Russian sub.
The crew begins to fracture almost immediately. Law has promised everyone equal shares, but the Brits are unhappy because they figure $2 million goes a lot farther in Russia than England. The Russians are unhappy because the guy who told Law about the job overdosed and was replaced by some 18 year old he knows. Which means he's a virgin (I assume in nautical terms), and that means he's bad luck. Also, you know, he doesn't know a fucking thing about submarines or Russian.
Jude Law is pretty intense for most of the movie, but he makes a sharp turn into madness in the last third. He goes from coming up with a daring plan to get them off the sea floor, and telling the guys they can't mess it up, because they only have one chance, to insisting they risk everything once they seem to still have a chance at the gold.
He does find out something about the job that plays into it, that mixes with a lot of bitterness he has about the how the world works. But he was already getting dangerously obsessed even before then. Even so, it's strange how quickly he goes from trying to maintain peace and harmony, eyes on the prize, to simply saying fuck all you guys, we'll do this or die trying.
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