Captain Taylor to the Bridge.
Big money in whale meat.
We've done DNA testing...
on samples from Japanese|and Korean markets.
The samples match the signature...
of these southern|hemisphere whales.
They call themselves|research vessels.
That's how they justify|tracking the whales...
but they come out here to hunt.
Your friend doesn't|talk very much, does he?
Meeno. Not much. No.
But he's probably|the most passionate of any of us.
Attention, whaler...
you are about to violate|international law.
Any attempt to harm this mammal...
will be a direct infraction|of the Reykjavik moratorium.
Hey, guys!
Heads up!
God damn it!
What do we do?
Oh, my God!
Hang on!
What's happening?
Brace yourselves!
Help me.
Meeno, help me! Meeno!
Meeno!
No! No!
John! John! Take my hand!
John! Give me your hand, John!
Reach out!
Meeno!
Open it.
OK. That's just...
Man.
What is that?
- lt's a cross.|- A cross?
15th Century by the look of it.
The Coroner's Office has already|asked to interview you.
Well, they'll never find|an explanation.
l think it's time|we brought them in.
And l will not accept a ''No'' answer.|Not from those four.
Tell your mother that you're going.|Period. OK?
Mom already said|the exact opposite of you.
She's always saying|the exact opposite of you.
OK. Look, honey.|ls this important to you?
- Yes, Daddy.|- Then let me talk to her.
He wants to talk to you.
Power's out again.
Tell your father|we can't afford it.
Excuse me, l'm looking|for a patient named...
Meeno Paloma.
Are you immediate family?
No. l'm a journalist.
The Observer.|lt's immediate family only.
No exceptions.
Thank you.
How exactly do you expect|to pay for this?
l don't know,|but the kid loves the harp...
and she's good at it, right?
So it's what, like,|50 bucks a week?
Howard, you can't get the alimony|and child support together.
l...l understand why...
but don't grandstand|for your daughter...
when you know you're not|going to be able to.
Charge the damn lessons, OK?|Use my MasterCard.
The one with|the hot air balloons on it.
l don't think|that's maxed out.
You don't have the money,|Howard.
You don't...|You don't exactly write...
for The New York Times anymore,|in case you haven't noticed.
Damn it, Sally,|just do it. Please.
Excuse me, folks.
Hope l'm not disturbing you.|Mind if l--
Are you the gastro inter--
No, no, no. Don't bother,|really, 'cause l'm not.
My name is Howard Thomas,|and l'm a journalist.
And l, and my readers, would be|extremely interested...
in hearing about|what happened to you out there.
l thought Dr. McKergy|specifically said--
Dr. McKergy didn't voice|any objections to me...
about my stopping in,|just for a few minutes.
Great. Thank you.
So, um...
a rogue whaling ship...
and you were in|a Greenpeace 1 2-man raft, right?
What... what exactly happened?
The whaler was...
They were firing on a gray, uh--
Uh, female.
Then, suddenly...
it was--it was like...
something was...
churning the water.
Some...force.
Some violent force...
destroyed the whaler.
And...and then--|and then it hit us.
Hmm. Violent force, huh?
And you were,|what, about 50 miles out?
Sargasso Sea?
lt's also known|as the Bermuda Triangle.
l--l never said anything|about the--
Oh, no. Relax, relax.|You don't have to.
l will.
Good people died out there.
Mr. Thomas!
Yeah?
Mr. Thomas.|My name's Ackerman.
Aron Ackerman. And l'm...
Wow. Well, l'm just|a huge fan of yours.
l think you're a truly|fantastic journalist. Truly.
Thanks.
l've got something for you.
Oh, come on. Are you--
She's serving me again?
l just talked to her.|She didn't mention this at all.
No. This is nothing like that, sir.
Nothing like that at all.
Well...
Copy that, Base.
- Professor?|- What?
All right. Are you reading|the velocity sensors?
5-5-5, Professor.
- Full array?|- Across the board.
Love you, luv. You newbies,|don't start the recorders...
until my tailbone|has crossed the threshold.
Shake it off and zip it up,|Professor.
We're approaching center spoke.
What's my splash factor?
Looks like you'll be landing|over open marsh.
We got recovery fan boats|standing by.
That's Florida State Conservancy|land down there.
You'll probably get busted.
We're center spoke.|Right now!
All right, everybody.|Eyes wide.
You snooze, l lose!
This is one small step for man...
one giant leap for mankind!
Thanks, guys. You're awesome.|Totally awesome.
Bruce Geller.
The incredible Bruce Geller.
Need any help with bail...
there's a number in there|you can call.
Hey, who the hell are you?|How did you know where to find me?
Check the other three.
He's not in any pain.
Somebody has taken him.
They haven't harmed him.
He's wearing a...red shirt.
Dark red shirt.|There's a stain--
What kind of stain|on the front? lt's...
lt's chocolate.|l smell chocolate.
Who's this?
This guy|Stan something-or-other.
Used to be|some big lost kid finder.
He's offered to help.
There's a van.|lt's a... very dark van.
Brown...No.
No, it's black. lt's very--
Yeah, definitely black.
And there's a red stripe on it.
The driver of the van is...
l see gold. l see--
He's wearing a gold chain.
Damn it, if l could just see|a landmark or a signpost.
The van is stopping.
Mommy?
Oh, Felicio!
Here's your kidnapper!
Way to go.
Mr. Lathem.
lt isn't your domain, Emily.
lt doesn't matter|whether it's my domain.
This is a B.T.W. safety issue.
l observed it,|now we have to deal with it.
Below the water line safety|is my domain, Dr. Patterson...
and the drill coils we're using|are operating well within...
spec tolerances|for depth and pressure.
Well, then this 780 tells me|that you're either a liar...
or a liar. Look at it.|Something caused it to torque.
We're within specs.|This was a fluke.
lf we have to shut down|to investigate--
Look, we're talking about|men's lives here.
Those men's lives.|Something caused this.
We owe it to the frontliners|to find out what it was!
Look, Emily, you're a pretty good|deep ocean resource engineer--
When you hired me, you said l was|one of the best you'd ever seen.
Yes, well, now l'm firing you.
What? On what grounds?
Safety.
You're firing me for bringing to light|a potential life and death--
No, it is your safety|l'm referring to.
- Oh! My safety?|- Don't listen to her!
She's crazy! We want to work!
Section 21, subparagraph B|of your contract...
if l feel l can no longer assure your safety|as a woman on board this rig--
Look, they don't want to rape me,|they want to...kill me.
Just collect your gear, OK?
Company chopper leaves|in 20 minutes...
and l want your toes on|the departure line topside in 19.
Your attention, please.|Welcome to Miami lnternational Airport.
Please maintain visual contact with|your personal property at all times.
Dr. Patterson, hi.|Can l help you with this?
Do l know you?
No, but l have|something for you.
How was your flight?
Howard Thomas.
Bruce Geller.
Stan Lathem.
- Howard.|- Hi.
Welcome.
Any of you have any idea|why we're here?
You're here because l asked you.
l'm Eric Benirall.
My team, my experts.
Experts in what?
Exactly how much do you know|about the Bermuda Triangle?
Benirall Shipping Lines|is the largest...
privately owned shipping company|in the United States.
Over 700 million tons of cargo|transported every year.
There's a good chance that something|you're wearing right now...
something electronic|which you used today...
will have come to this country|on one of my 303 cargo haulers.
303 ships presently on the seas.
Six months ago, it was 307.|And a year ago, it was 309.
The Bermuda Triangle|is eating your ships?
When the first ship went missing...
l used exactly the same tone,|Mr. Thomas.
My tone has now changed.
That section|of the South Atlantic...
is one of the busiest|shipping areas in the world.
Ships go down.
lt experiences|two powerful sea breezes--
one from the east,|and one from the west.
The push between the two forces|triggers extreme weather.
The Atlantic is also|the deepest ocean in the world...
with amazingly strong currents.
6 ships lost in a single year.|Now, these are not pleasure craft...
some drunken day-sailors|at the helm.
No, these are|very, very, very large ships...
made of iron and steel...
with the most professional crews|in the world.
But no distress signals were given.|There were no adverse conditions.
They just disappeared|without a trace.
Why isn't this public knowledge?
lt is. What l'm about|to show you is not.
This particular ship had|her own encounter...
just two nights ago.|94 miles from shore.
She's the first that's managed|to make it home.
No explanation as to why|she was spared...
but not unscathed.
Of a crew of 25... only 7 survived.
None of you believe a word|l'm saying, do you?
Which is good.|That's what l need.
Look, Mr. Benirall,|it's not that l don't believe you.
And l really respect|all that adventurous stuff you do.
l mean, the America's Cup wins...
and that Arctic thing|you did last year.
l kind of did the same|sort of thing myself.
l really appreciate your problem|with missing ships--
No, you don't. You don't give|a rat's ass about my problems.
But l'm rich, you see...
and l'm known to be|a bit crazy with my money...
which is all the magnet|l needed to draw you here...
and to keep you here...
l'm willing to share|some of those riches.
lntrigued?
Mind your heads.
Christopher Columbus himself|recorded more than one encounter...
during his voyages|through the Triangle.
ln fact, despite having discovered|a new world for Queen lsabella...
Columbus was ultimately|imprisoned by the Spanish.
Any of you know why?
On one of his return voyages,|he lost 500 men...
and more than 6 of his 30 ships|to a freak hurricane.
Despite the large number|of ships and men lost...
not a single remnant|was ever found.
Columbus was thrown in prison...
on the accusation|that he had somehow...
personally summoned|the unnatural storm.
The charge was sorcery.
Ten years before this,|he recorded his first encounter...
with a strange phenomenon|in the Atlantic.
Might l read you something|from his log record for that night?
''Appeared before us|a behemoth of iron--
''the measure of a mountain.|Before our eyes, then not.
''Not of this God's known world.''
Now, two nights ago,|this ship ran into fog.
All seven survivors say|they saw ships within that fog.
But not just ships--|wooden sailing ships.
Three of them.|Flying Spanish flags.
The flags that the Spanish|have not flown...
for more than four centuries.
You think that this crew|encountered Columbus?
We don't know what they saw.
People build recreations|of old ships all the time.
They fly all sorts of flags.
Ms. Patterson,|l do know something...
about what's out on the ocean,|and l do trust my crews.
And they do not believe that|what they saw were recreations.
Might l suggest|that you prepare yourselves?
Please.
What exactly are|we supposed to be observ--
ls that--
11 men died here.
More than just died.
That's close, Mr. Lathem.|ln fact, it was 9 men who died here.
This is the only physical|evidence we have...
of what actually happened|on board that night.
As for the rest of the crew...
Now, at the same time...
these remains appeared|on the foredeck of the ship.
Remains that forensic sampling...
would suggest belonged|to a man who'd never had...
a single childhood|inoculation in his life...
that bathed with lye soap...
and was suffering|from the onset of scurvy.
Anyone not of a rational mind|might begin to think that perhaps...
this man came from|the wooden ships.
Come along, Ms. Patterson.
Those the seven survivors?
They're still under quarantine|on the ship.
Why are they still on deck?
They're afraid to go down below.
Look, l sympathize with|the plight of your crew here...
and l appreciate|the ghost ship tour and all...
but l just flew in from an oil rig,|l'm dead tired...
and what exactly|do you want from me?
Answers, Ms. Patterson.|Explanations. The explanation.
Explanations of what?
Oh, come on.|Not the Bermuda Triangle.
l have ships traversing|the entire globe...
but l've only lost them|in the Triangle.
l need to know|what's happening here.
What l want is nothing less|than the definitive reason...
why almost 1,000 ships|and nearly 8,000 souls...
have been lost|over the centuries.
Why this group?
Yeah, you could afford anyone.
We weren't his first choices.|Or even his tenth, probably.
Yes, it's true. You weren't|exactly my first choice...
but you have, shall we say,|risen to that position.
Yeah, because we showed up.
What is important is that you each|bring a distinct discipline...
from the scientific|to the more ethereal.
- And me?|- Ah, you, Mr. Thomas.
Yes, you're my referee--|the ultimate arbiter.
You are my Triangle expert.|l've examined your work in...
What's the name of|the publication you write for?
The Observer.
The Observer, that's right.
You've interviewed|every legitimate explorer...
every wild-eyed crackpot.|You know every theory--
And l don't believe any of it.
Exactly. Now, what they propose,|l want you to vet very hard.
See, this endeavor...
it isn't about hypotheses|and suppositions.
lt isn't about ''what ifs''|and ''just maybes.''
This is a journey.|This is a quest for truth.
The truth. To uncover something|that's managed to evade...
everyone that has gone before you.
Look, you said something|about money?
l mean, if you want me|to set aside all my projects--
l mean, all my other projects--|and start researching this...
then you're going to have|to compensate--
Not just research, Dr. Geller.|This isn't some weekend gig...
that you palm off|onto your grad students.
This is field work.
This is getting your feet wet|and your hands filthy...
and going wherever|you need to go...
and doing whatever you need to do|to bring me what l need.
And for that--|when you bring me that--
l'm prepared to give|each of you $5 million.
Each?
He said ''Each.''
The funds are already|in escrow accounts...
in a bank in the Cayman islands.|Rather fitting, l thought.
But understand this--|it is not payable for trying.
You only collect when you deliver.
That's why all the other|candidates passed.
l'm very serious about this,|Mr. Thomas.
What possible answer|could we give you?
What has happened to my ships.|lt's simple.
So, l'm assuming that|there'll be some kind of contract...
that our lawyers can look at--
Decide now.|You start tonight.
Well, we don't get some part|of the money up front?
l mean, what if--
lt's an all-or-nothing|proposition, Dr. Geller.
All or nothing.
l'm a man who does|his homework...
and l do not expect|to get a ''No'' from any of you.
$20 million.
You've got 15 minutes.
The name on the deposit slip|is Bruce Geller.
Geller with an ''e-r.''
So this is proof that|the money's there waiting for us?
l guess l should call my paper...
and tell them l'm taking|a leave of absence?
ln the morning.
Listen, is there anyone there|who speaks better English? English!
The amount l'm looking at|is $5 million.
- Work space, whatever you need.|- American dollars.
The whole 5 million?|And he can't just take it back?
As soon as he gives his OK,|the money is mine?
- Personal items, clothes...|- OK, got it.
Definitely got it. Thank you.|Thank you very, very much.
What's your name again?
- Ackerman.|- l've got some staff--
some key staff|l want to bring along.
This is your team.
Mr. Benirall was very specific|about not wanting...
to unbalance the dynamic of--
What about expenses? Per diem?
lt's covered.
Jaro said you can come back|to work anytime you're ready.
A one-nothing lead|in the 3-game series.
And over in soccer,|the lightning...
Ruben's been messing|with my presets again.
No, he hasn't.
Those are the same stations|they've always been.
Helen, l think|that what happened to me--
l think it somehow|affected my memory.
Your memory?|What do you mean?
This truck was blue.|l know it's the same truck.
There's Ruben's cherry soda stain|on the carpet, but...
Unless you had it painted|while l was in the hospital?
Of course l haven't had it painted.
Come on, Meeno, it's always...
Dad!
Hey, hey, it's the Rubenator!
Oh, man. l missed you.
You know, the whole time|l was out there...
all l could think about|was getting back here to you.
They wouldn't let me|come to the hospital.
l know. l know.
lt's OK, though.|l'm here now.
Hey, hey, hey! Nader!
Hey, Nader. How's my Nader?
Hey, hey!
Daddy!
Who's this?
Aren't you going to hug Dylan?
Dylan?
Dylan--our youngest.
Passengers, Flight 246|to Dallas-Fort Worth...
is now boarding at Gate C24.
Tell Victor to cover my classes.
Don't ask him. Just tell him.
And have the grad students|keep crunching the hurricane data.
No, l can't tell you what l'm doing.
l can't tell you--
Listen, just hold down|the fort, all right?
So what is the Triangle anyway?
Do we even know its boundaries?
Miami, Bermuda, San Juan.
14,000 square miles.|You didn't know that?
And you're what?|Our ocean person expert?
Deep ocean resource recovery.
So forgive me for not being|conversant in the current folklore.
Well, it's not just folklore.|Thousands of people have been lost.
And ships, planes.|You heard Benirall.
l'm here because he lost 6 ships|in the last 1 2 months.
That's something|l can help him with.
Nobody really knows|anything about this guy.
We know he's rich.
And that's about it.|He's a total enigma.
Like the anti-Trump.
No TV show,|no Business Week interviews...
no society columns.
Hey, we know he believes|the Bermuda Triangle is real.
There is a mystique to the region.
Yeah.
Hey, what about him?|What does he do?
l think he said|he's a weatherman or something.
The preeminent|meteorological authority...
on the South Atlantic and environs.
Of course. That explains why|l've heard of him.
What's the name of the newspaper|you work for, again?
Oh, that's right. The Observer.
No, no, l'm still here.
No, nobody sits this one out.|l want everybody on this.
Grad students, undergrads.
Every warm body|whose academic life...
l hold in the palm|of my god-like hand.
Yes, you heard me right--
Very funny.|Just get them started.
Benirall was very specific.
He wanted your work, not your coeds.
5 million on the line.
That could fund my research|for the next 10 years.
l'm going to use|every resource l've got.
People have been trying|to explain the Triangle for years.
Why Benirall thinks|that us--this group--
can come up|with some new answer...
Definitive answer.
Hey, this is Zegna!
l'm going to get a cup of coffee.|Anybody else?
No, thanks.
What?
Psychic.|That's what l'm talking about.
But l'm sure having|a paranormal guy around like that...
makes you feel more at home.
Ooh, that's rich.
Why am l sitting here?
What do we really expect|to accomplish?
We expect to accomplish|a big chunk of Benirall's millions...
in our bank accounts.
There is no answer to find.|We're going on a wild goose chase.
We all went to college, right?
We all faked a paper or two in our time.
l never faked anything in my life.
l said college paper, luv.
Look, l really don't think|we're going to be able...
to con this guy out of|parting with $20 million.
Why not?|We're all experts in our field.
Well, l know l am.|What's to stop us?
We spend 3 weeks,|drop 6,000 pages in his lap...
full of polysyllabic words,|data specific to our individual expertise.
We dazzle him.
lt's worth a try.
lf he doesn't buy it,|what's he going to do? Fire us?
You don't have to wear it.
No, of course not.|You got it?
Yeah, it's right here.
What, sweetie?
l got it. Here.
There.
There you go.
We're boarding now, right?
Yeah, we are. lt's Gate 7.
Your flight leaves in 90 minutes.
We got your offices|set up and waiting...
right in Cape Canaveral City,|minutes from the Space Center.
Oh, l almost forgot.
What are those?
This is everything Mr. Benirall|has collected on the Triangle.
Pretty much every known|scrap of information...
on the phenomenon.
There's over 1 3,000 pages in there.|A lot of it's nonsense.
You know, bunch of polysyllabic|words that say nothing.
But some of it|is, like, really great...
''Get-me-Art-Bell on-the-phone''|kind of stuff.
You believe in this?
Absolutely.
No, Daddy, like this. Watch!
Why aren't you trying?
Whoa!
l am trying.
You used to be really good.|What happened?
You're doing good.
Where are you going, Daddy?
l'll be right back.
Daddy?
Squishy.
l'm sorry.
l'm sorry, but l have never|laid eyes on...
that game before in my life.
You bought it specifically...
so that you and Dylan|could play together.
He is your son, damn it.
Your flesh and blood.|You named him Dylan.
The doctors say|there's nothing wrong with me.
Well, nothing wrong physically...
but you have got to see|someone else.
See a different type of doctor.
l need to get to work.|They're going to expect me back.
Do it, Meeno!
Look, Helen, l don't--
For us. For your family.
OK.
Heather, you OK?
Bathroom?
Ladies and gentlemen,|we are experiencing turbulence...
so the captain has turned on|the ''Fasten seat belt'' sign.
Flight 777, ceiling is at 37,000 feet,|visibility 40 miles.
You got clear flying.
- Captain?|- No, thanks.
Fog bank.
Damn it. Why isn't that|on my RYCAP?
Heather!
Hold on!
Heather!
Mr. Benirall, sir.
Yes, what?
How long ago?|Who else knows this?
Absolutely. All of it.|As soon as you get it.
Get me Ackerman right away.
There's been...
Something's happened.
Wow. How'd you ever divine that?
Come on! Out of line.
What are you talking about?
A plane has gone down.|A commercial liner.
l got a chopper standing by.
- Let's go!|- Go where?
lt's a 7 47.
Outbound flight,|Miami to Zurich.
Full passenger list|plus 11 crew members.
What about survivors?
CNN...Reuters...|nobody's saying.
This is the crash site|of a commercial airliner.
They don't need us|in their way right now.
Forget about need.
That's the U.S. Coast Guard|down there.
You really think|they're gonna let us...
go traipsin' around|while they're trying to work?
What are those?
You cannot be serious.|Are these real?
What are they?
They're DOD's|lNDEF security lDs.
Department of Defense? lNDEF?
Spook time. lt's ''l tell you,|l'm gonna kill you'' territory.
l mean, nobody has these.
Are they real?
Tell me you're not giving us|counterfeit government lDs.
Counterfeit? Define your terms.
Yes, counterfeit, because none of you|has that kind of clearance.
But they are 100% the real thing.|Look, you flash that...
nobody's gonna dare question|you being there.
Do we get to keep these?|l mean, after?
Coast Guard cutter Defiance,|this is Romeo Two Echo.
Romeo Two Echo, this is Defiance.
Defiance, Romeo Two Echo,|a Bell 222...
requesting permission to land.
Attention on deck.|Attention on deck.
How come you got out here so fast?
We were already in the vicinity|on sentry patrol.
Navy's got some maneuvers goin' on.|Had us out here baby-sittin' this patch.
Any survivors?
The plane's resting on a shelf|around 30 meters down.
lt's not very deep,|but survivors? l doubt it.
We have some ROVs deployed.
Why ROVs?|Why not just send divers?
Ma'am, we're a security contingent.|We have divers aboard...
but none of my boys are|NTSB Rescue/Recovery trained.
The mainland's puttin' together|a whole cigar box...
full of experts|from all over south Florida.
When you arrived,|we thought you were part of 'em.
Bring it around this way.
More.
You guys might want to see this.
Up. Bring it up.
Here, move.
You see what l'm seeing?
Are we sure this is the same plane|that just went down?
This plane looks like|it's been down there for decades.
Last transponder transmission|came from this lat and longitude.
Those engines are|Pratt & Whitney 407 4 turbo fans...
added to the line|no more than a year ago.
This is a very new plane.
Then where'd all that rust|and those barnacles come from?
Nothing says that it came from...
where you're suggesting|it came from.
lf you don't mind my asking...
what project are you folks with?
You should know better|than to ask that.
Sirs, there are|other craft down there.
Those look like Navy planes.
But what kind are they?
Those are Avenger torpedo bombers.
Torpedoes? The Navy hasn't|used torpedoes in years.
Sir, you better take a look at this.
They did in the 1940s.
1940s? They look like|they crashed today.
Look.
He sure hasn't been down there|since the Forties.
l'd say a couple hours at most.
She's alive.
lnside that 7 47--
there's someone|still in there...alive.
l'm in.
lt's completely swamped.
There's no way anybody|could be alive down there.
Excuse me.
Has anybody else|noticed something, uh...
Where are all the passengers?
No, listen to me, please.
Someone...
lt's a little girl.
There's a little girl, alive,|inside of that plane.
Hey, Meeno!
How you doing, bro?
Hey.
- Hey.|- Hey, Tito.
Meeno! Welcome back, brother.
l do have a couple|of divers on board.
Maybe not|specifically trained, but--
My people are doing this.|They're experts.
The ROVs aren't showing|anyone alive.
And let's not forget the guy|claims to be a damn psychic.
Can't be anyone|still alive on that plane.
There's nobody|on that plane period.
And l want to see what|the ROVs aren't showing us.
You don't have to come.
- You're not diving that wreck alone.|- Oh, my hero.
Besides, if you find something|that satisfies Benirall...
l want to be there.
Do you know how|to deep dive like this?
l've only done it about 500 times.|What about you?
Are you kidding?
l almost lost a leg diving|a trench off the Aleutians.
Didn't stop me.
Splash... right back in.
Just get it over with.
OK. Good.
Good idea.
Thanks.
Actually, this isn't|the creepiest thing l've ever done.
OK, it is.
Do you ever focus?
- Looks like we've got company.|- l see it.
Have you ever seen them|do this before?
Sharks.
Drawn by all the blood.
What's wrong with them?
- What do you mean?|- They're not moving.
Aren't--aren't sharks|supposed to keep moving?
They're not moving forward.
l think it's the water.|You just keep an eye on them.
What's she doing?
NTSB teams are inbound.|They should be here any minute.
Good. That's good.
They want to talk to Mr. Lathem.
Can l borrow your headphones?
Yeah. Yeah, l--
l think it's toward|the rear of the plane.
What's he showing us?
The seatbelts are still locked.
Stan... there's nobody here.
The plane is empty.
She's there!
That's her.
What is that?
lt's coffee, ma'am.
Coffee?
l don't drink coffee.
OK, Mr. Rational, explain this one.
Well, it's obviously|a pocket of trapped air.
OK, but meanwhile,|where is everybody else?
You know, a few drinks,|you get some old sailors...
talking about boats that disappeared|and turned up somewhere else...
undamaged, but with|all the passengers missing.
lt's always second- or third-hand.
l've never actually met anyone|who's witnessed it themselves.
Well, congratulations.|Now you have.
Hi, sweetheart.
What's your name?
Heather.
Where's my mommy and daddy?
Do you know what happened, Heather?
How long were you down there, dear?
About two hours?
lt was getting really hard to breathe.
How old are you, Heather?
We better go, people.
We can't leave her like this.
We really need to go.
Emily! Emily!
Let's go!
This place is great.
Dr. Geller, please.|Let me just get you logged on.
Tell me again about|the water sample you guys took.
How many houses like this|does he have exactly?
- A few.|- A few.
You mean just here in the States.
He's gotta have places|outside the States, too, right?
Guys like Benirall,|they have villas, beach estates.
They don't even remember|they own 'em, all right?
l would like to report|to Mr. Benirall, please.
- What was it about the water that--|- lt's called a halocline.
A gradient, usually vertical,|in the ocean.
Dr. Patterson--Emily recognized it.
You're saying there's an area|of fresh water in the ocean?
That's what's near the 7 47?
Haloclines are extremely rare.
Normally caused by|fresh water run off nearby land.
These weren't anywhere near land.
We located the downed aircraft|by side-scan sonar only.
l'm afraid it's at a depth which precludes|any serious attempt at recovery.
The wreckage is scattered|over an area...
estimated at nearly a mile long,|and there are no survivors.
Considering the location|of the crash...
recovery of victims' bodies should be|considered extremely unlikely.
NTSB officials say the cause of|the crash is still under investigation.
But early indicators suggest|that the plane may have been...
the victim of a pocket|of extreme turbulence.
Turbulence.
No survivors?
Try... no bodies.
Try... everybody disappeared.
The girl.
What have they done with the girl?
What have they done with her?
Stan...
l know what you think.
Eh?
But that woman that we found|wasn't a little girl who magically--
No, don't--don't patronize me!
Why does it always seem that|the more education a person has...
the more unwilling they are|to accept new ideas?
l mean, how many degrees|do you have?
Three.
No...
- Four.|- Four.
Four.
What's the definition of science?
Evidence through observation.
Now, you saw the condition|of that plane.
You saw the passengers|were missing.
You saw me directly lead you|to the one surviving passenger.
Now, how can you|question that now?
Now, l'm telling you|that old woman...
was a six-year-old child|when she boarded that plane.
When you see what you see...
do you know they're visions|or whatever? l mean...
Do you, um--
Do you know they're absolutely real?
As real as my looking at you now.
Calm down.|Marty, will you shut up?
Of course l can tell you to shut up.|You're the editor of a cheesy tabloid.
Now, the bad news is l'm not gonna|be filing a story this week, but--
Because l'm out in the field.|Seriously.
No, it's nothing you're paying for.
Listen, l've witnessed this--l'm part--
You know what, Marty?|You're just gonna have to trust me.
This story's gonna be big,|and you're gonna love it.
No, l'm not at the damn dog track.
Look, l'm hangin' up|on you now, all right?
Well?
Not a simple request,|l understand that...
but l mean, look, satellite films.
We've got haloclines posting through|most of the Southern Atlantic.
Look at this spot right here.|lt's halocline crazy.
l mean, this is unheard of.
And satellite is amazing,|amazing, valuable technology...
but listen, this phenomena|can't be examined from 200 miles up.
No, sir, this calls for--
Yeah, four people.
Yes!
Yeah, we got it.
Hey, guys. We got it.
- Got what?|- Our sub.
- Did he say sub?|- Mm-hmm.
Only private sub on the Florida coast|rated for 300 fathoms.
Sub as in submarine?
Following up on your haloclines.
But it's in Fort Pierce, so we're going|to have to drive all night...
if we're going to be there|by morning.
Anybody have trouble|sleeping in a car?
Whoa, whoa, whoa.|Wait a minute.
What happened to the nice offices|in Canaveral City?
As field opportunities come up,|Mr. Benirall expects you to take 'em.
Hey, we just got back|from the damn 7 47.
We've got observed data to|research, assimilate--weeks' worth.
They're your haloclines.
You're the one|who ordered the submarine.
Howard.
Sally?
What?
Who's there?
Someone there?
Oh, my God.
She's a beauty.
l didn't know she was a Russian.
Foxtrot class.
Probably built|in the early Seventies.
1870s.
We're expected to go out|to sea in this thing?
Why? Do you see us at risk?
Don't you?
Well, the thing's in dry dock.
Do we really expect|that she's ready to dive?
Gotta find the captain.
Sally?
Oh, look, l--l didn't mean|to wake you. l just--
Why are you calling so early?|ls it Tracy? Did something happen?
No! No, no, no.|lt's not Tracy.
Why? lsn't she there?
No, she stayed over|at Mindy Granger's last night.
Something--something|happened last night...
and l--l just wanted|to make sure...
just wanted to make sure|that you were all right.
You wanted to make sure|l'm all right.
Yeah. Yeah, did anything...
Well, where--where|were you last night?
Like around 2:30 or so|this morning?
ls that what this is about?
l was with Adam.
ls that what you want to hear?|How did you...
Adam?
Adam--Adam Leffert?
Come on, you're kidding, right?
No, l'm not.
We're divorced, Howard,|and it's none of your business.
Wow.
ls it--is it serious? Or...
lt might be.
Howard, why are you calling me?
lt's nothing.|Never mind, l'm...
Sorry l bugged you.|Go back to sleep.
Give Tracy my love,|all right? Bye-bye.
You're the sub owner|and the captain?
Yeah. Owner, operator.
Call me Captain Jay.
Where the hell's my breakfast?
So, how many we got?
What, you want a little day trip?|See some shoals?
Maybe a couple of Spanish wrecks?|Maybe see some sharks!
You wanna go here?
Yep.
- How deep?|- Just what it says.
Have you got cash?
Gentlemen!|Are we all locked and loaded?
We got the rations on board?|My rations better be on ice, lvan...
or you'll be on ice back in Siberia|where you belong.
Hey! Hey, you knuckleheads!|Both bow lines!
We actually gonna let this nut bag|take us down in this thing?
Three things in life|where you don't go cheap--
sushi, surgery, submarines.
Great.
A submarine?
l know l said any expense, but...
Just a minute.
l think l better...
just give them anything they need.
Anything they need.|Do you understand?
OK, lvan, how we doing?
Onboard cameras.|Pretty nifty, huh?
What was that you just--
Lithuanian.
lt's an old Navy oath.
l thought Lithuania was landlocked.
What does it mean?
lnto the belly of the beast.
Super.
- Set to go?|- Yes, Kapitan.
Benirall's really done|one hell of an exhaustive study.
Paxton from M.l.T.,|Woo from Beijing...
Westerfield and his crazies at Rand.
l bet none of them are riding|a war-surplus Russian sub to 1,800 feet.
He's even had some poor goofs|doing serious research...
into UFOs and Atlantis.
Now we take up that noble baton.
Why can't you at least|consider the possibility...
that the answer lies|in non-traditional science?
l mean, after everything|we witnessed yesterday?
Well...
All of us witnessed?
l'm willing to think|outside the box here.
Not all the way to Atlantis, but...
l'm going to say a word.
l don't want you to laugh at me.
lt's... wormholes.
As in time travel?
A non-recurring,|randomly generated pathway...
between two distinct|time/space dimensions.
l thought your area of expertise|was ocean stuff, ocean studies?
l don't know|that much about them.
l've written about wormholes|and interviewed people...
who've actually traveled|through them.
Fascinating group,|if you can just get past...
the extra-long sleeves|that buckle in the back.
l know they're only theoretical.
l hear myself,|and l hate that l'm saying it.
But after all that we've witnessed...
the 7 47 that aged,|the Navy bombers from the 19--
We don't know that|those were the same planes.
Oh, please.
The passengers--|they all had to go somewhere.
What about the old woman?
OK. OK. So what?|Your theory is that...
that all we have to do is prove|that wormholes truly exist?
Excellent. That's great.
Gee, what are we gonna do with|all that extra time we've got left over?
No wonder you're divorced.
Ooh, touche!
Look, all l'm saying is|that this region is known...
for its electromagnetic anomalies.
For example, it's one of|only two places on earth...
where compasses point|both true north and--
Magnetic north at the same time.|Yawn. Old news.
See, this is the problem|with trying to explain...
the Bermuda Triangle.|All the theories have been...
studied and discussed|and dismissed years ago.
What the hell is your problem?
Ever since we left Benirall's--
l just don't like|small, enclosed spaces, OK?
No, something's bothering you.
What?
Well, l don't know.|Since yesterday, something else.
Oh, you really are a wonder,|you know that?
Hey, you're all gonna|want to see this.
l'm gonna get some light on this.
Haloclines. Dozens of them.
Hundreds.
l was through this area|a couple weeks ago...
with some Colombians--
Colombian tourists.
These things were not here.
l've never seen anything like this.|l've never heard of this many.
Something's removed|the salinity from this water.
ls this your electromagnetic|anomalies or...
Desalinization can occur through|means of electrical processing.
Somebody's zapping the ocean|with electricity.
Wouldn't that have, perhaps,|a few other noticeable ramifications?
Look at this.
What?
What is it?
Must be, like, 200 or 300 of those.
l swear none of this|was here two weeks ago.
Sasha, get that long and lat.|Note the time.
Maritime law, open sea salvage.
As owner and captain|of this vessel...
anything we see there|that's recoverable is legally mine.
What the hell is that?
The Cyc/ops.
No way. That--that can't be.
- What?|- What is it?
l've done dozens of articles|on the Cyc/ops...
the legend of the Cyc/ops.
lt's a 19, 000-ton U.S. Navy collier|from World War l.
lt supposedly went down|with all hands in 1918.
We're deep here, but not that deep.
Why hasn't anyone discovered|any of this before?
lt's all right. lt's OK.|No problem. No problem.
No, no, this happens|all the time.
We'll get it going again here|in a minute.
Not a problem.
Dmitri, get me a damn beer.
No power means we can't surface...
we can't maneuver,|we can't regulate temp--
Air! What about air?|A little matter of air?
People, we are living|our own Triangle experience.
- Oh, come on!|- This is exactly what it's like!
l bet the people on the 7 47|said the exact same thing.
We don't if anything caused this|other than the fact that this sub is a joke!
Ah, that's better.
Something hit us.
No, we hit something else.
Well, l think that did it.
Uh-oh.
Looks like we're a tad stuck.
Exactly how much is a tad?
l don't know.
When can we surface?
Soon as l get the engines fixed.
- When's that?|- l don't know.
What about the radio?|Can't you call for help?
lt's a submarine at 1,500 feet.
More like 1,800.
Radio's useless unless|you've got a COMS buoy.
Are you kidding?
Do you have any idea of|how much those things cost?
l do have a distress jimmy--
Well, why don't you|at least launch it?
That way, if it's working,|maybe someone will see it!
What about oxygen?|How much oxygen--
lt's not the oxygen|you have to worry about.
- Carbon dioxide.|- Oh.
Every time we exhale...
we're putting a little more|poison into the air.
God!
l saw something yesterday.
Out at the crash site...
just before we left|the Coast Guard ship.
l swear l saw...
survivors in the water...
hundreds of them,|bleeding, burned.
l know that they had to be|some sort of a--
a hallucination,|but they were completely real.
So real.
l was looking right at them.
Granted, we've been experiencing|some pretty strange...
very strange crap out here...
but that doesn't necessarily mean|that it's supernatural in origin.
l'm sure there are plenty of--
Everybody uses ''supernatural''|like it's a dirty word.
There is an explanation|for everything...
that we are experiencing here.
Supernatural isn't impossible.
lt just means we haven't|uncovered its secrets yet.
Hey, you're a psychic.
How can anything be|a secret from you?
You mean like why you're still|wearing your wedding ring...
even though you're divorced?
Something just happened.|The weirdest thing.
l was in the head,|there was this mirror...
l look into it,|and no reflection.
l swear to Almighty God.|l wasn't there.
What?
Seemed completely real?
For 10 seconds,|l was not in that mirror.
That did it!
Reverse engines!
Dmitri, get us the hell|out of here!
All right, blow the ballast,|all the tanks.
Get us up! Get us up!
Up we go.
Hang on. Here we go.
That's how you do it!
All right, let's get some air.
Anybody got|a theory on this one?
l got 'em.
...with parts of five separate|coastal cities still in the dark tonight.
Power and light officials|for the three counties most affected...
are still in the dark themselves...
over exactly what's behind|this unusual occurrence.
When you're racing,|you don't get to look around much.
Little more than two hours.
Where?
They've locked us in.
Who are they?
They spoke Russian.
Yeah. They spoke English, too,|before they--Oh!
They drugged us is what they did.
Hey!
- Shh.|- Anybody out there? We're alive in here.
The sub--what about the crew?
Yeah. Where are they?
- Where are we?|- Hey!
You'll come with us, please.
- Who are you?|- Where the hell are we?
What right do you have to hold us here?
Please.
Military, government. Who else would|have taken us off the sub like that?
They spoke Russian.|We were in a Russian sub.
They probably thought|we were Russian.
What were they doing|in the middle of the Atlantic?
- Hey, take it easy.|- Where do they come off abducting us?
Excuse me, sweetheart,|you want to tell us where we are...
and who you are and why?|Sweetheart?
Bastards.
You are Howard Gregory Thomas.
l'd like to know where l am.
You reside at 9703 Emerson Terrace?
What were your parents' names?
Uh, lra...
- lra and Eleanor Latham.|- Right.
You were born in Skokie, lllinois.
Correct? ls that correct?
Yes, well, l was conceived in San Diego.
You immigrated to the United States|in 1998.
How do you know that?
Who's in charge here?|'Cause l'm guessing it's not you.
Currently you're teaching|and engaged in research...
at the University of Florida.
Where are we? Back on mainland?
We're not aboard a ship,|'cause l cant feel any pitch.
What the hell is this place?
And who the hell are you?
You are Dr. Emily Meredith Patterson?
l never use Meredith.
The only place you could know that|is from my original birth certificate...
and that's been sealed, but for|my parents, and they're both dead.
So how do you know that?
How did this come to be|in your possession?
Considering what that is, maybe|l should be asking you the questions.
Considering it's counterfeit, l think not.
And the submarine you were on?
Well, it was, uh, it was a--a rental.
A chartered whatever you call it.
They were helping us with our research.
- Research?|- Yes.
Research into what exactly?
- Do you have a more comfortable chair?|- Research into what?
Who are you guys?
Military, government, private sector?
The reason l ask, you see,|is l'm trying to figure out...
who l'm going to sue the living crap|out of for holding me against my will.
We've l.D.'d them. ldentities confirmed.
Scientists.
Their story checks out.
The sub was a charter involved in some|form of research for Benirall Shipping.
And the sub crew?
Receded. But their backgrounds,|drugs, running illegals.
They're not going to say a word.
And these four?
Quarantine them.
lf we keep them here,|it will only exacerbate matters.
We've kept them isolated.|They're plenty intimated. Believe me.
- One of them is a reporter.|- For a small-time tabloid.
He's manageable. They all are.
We're less than fifty hours away, sir.
That's why l want them out of here|and handled.
See to it personally.
Anybody have a good lawyer?
l mean a really, really good lawyer.
We're underwater.
What?
l saw it. Some sort of huge control room.
At this window, this giant window|looking onto some--
some mother of a superstructure,|all underwater.
- What do you mean superstructure?|- l don't know.
l saw it for a nanosecond, but it was big.
Maybe it was another hallucination.
No. This was no hallucination.
Get off me!
- Uh-oh.|- Let go of me!
Get your hands off me!
Miami.
We're back in Miami.
This really isn't too much fun anymore.
We should call what's-his-name--|Benirall's kid.
Ackerman? Who's got his number?
Oh! They took my wallet, money.
Oh, beautiful day.
Got somebody to call for a ride?
l been working deep ocean|for seven months.
l haven't exactly kept up with anyone.
What about you?
Me? Sure. Twenty people, more.|Coworkers, students.
Any one of them|would be glad to collect me.
What?
Don't remember anybody's number.
Not by heart, you know?
Real close to them, huh?
Give me that.
Who are you calling?
l'm, uh, calling my ex.
lt's about Daddy and me, huh?
Helen!
Helen! Helen! Helen!
No! No!
No! Helen!
So, what now?
Look, l don't know about the rest of you,|but l'm done, finished.
What about our money?
So you're just going to ignore|everything that we've experienced?
Everything we've experienced|is exactly why.
What about what happened|to that little girl?
The money--what about the money?
We're all exhausted.|Why don't we get some sleep?
We'll talk about this later.
Hey. Thanks for coming.
Well, this has got to be|a fascinating story.
Yeah. Do you, uh...
Do you mind if we give my friends a ride?
No. lt's fine.
Hey, Meeno. Olsen's coming in today|to see a gorgeous paint job.
The problem is you haven't finished|the paint stage on the boat yet.
You know l can't get|the sprayers to work right.
ln fact, l can't get anything to work|like it's supposed to.
When you gonna get|this piece of junk out of here?
You know,|l know you love working on it...
but enough's enough, huh?|Hey, you listening to me?
Hey, Paloma, how's that boy of yours?|Saw him at T-ball last weekend.
Heh, got quite an arm on him|for such a small fry.
- Thanks, Tito.|- Well?
Uh, sorry--sprayers. Yes, l'm--l'm on it.
Yeah, whatever.
Yes, l know that's your official position,|but l know there was a survivor.
- There were no survivors.|- Her first name is Heather.
Sir, l'm telling you|there were no survivors.
Look, l am not trying|to impede the investigation.
- l really just want some infor--|- Sir, there were no--
- l just need to know that she's all right.|- Sir, there were no survivors.
Look, will you please stop saying|there are no survivors?
l know she survived it!
l heard you, yes. lt's a very different|economy these days.
Look, um...
you're the headhunters|who pursued me for my last position.
You had, like, six companies|that were clamoring for me.
Your word. l remember. ''Clamoring.''
Look, stop saying|it's a different economy.
l just--l just want--need some normalcy|in my life right now.
l just want a job, OK? Any job.
Sort of a ''What am l doing here?|When the hell is the weekend''...
Kind of job. Yeah.
No, l understand.
Yeah, l'll wait for your call.|Sure, that's what l'll be doing.
- Howard, where the hell have you been?|- Marty--
Howard,|l've got a paper to put to bed here.
You said you were taking|a leave of absence.
Calm down, Marty. Just listen.
We're not gonna put up with this|from you.
l'm coming in with a story.
- Whale of a story. Whale of a tale.|- Yeah, right.
Well, that's just what|a great journalist l am, Marty.
Yeah. lt's a triangle story,|but this one's different. lt's, um...
l got another call coming in.|Look, l'll have it in by the final bell.
- l've never missed a deadline.|- Since last time.
- Well, since then, but--|- And the time before.
OK, and then. Look, l'll get it in.|l promise. Bye-bye.
- Yeah?|- Daddy?
- Hey, kiddo. Look, l'm, uh--|- Daddy, l don't know what to do.
Look, l really can't talk right now.|l'm sorry. Daddy's on a brutal deadline.
What about your mother? Can she, um...
- Oh, come on. Damn it.|- Dad!
What? What? What's the matter?|Honey, what is it?
l'm sleeping over|at Mindy Granger's house.
- lt's Mindy's father. He's freaking out.|- Slow down.
- What do you mean, freaking out?|- Daddy, l need you. Please.
OK, OK, l'm coming to get you.|l'll be right there.
Oh, come off.
What kind of administration crap is this?
No one touches my stuff, damn it.
Obituaries.
Professor...
Wow, you're in early this morning.
What are you doing in my kitchen?
How did you get in here?
You know, Em, you shouldn't have left|all these dishes for me.
l know you've been busy at work, but...
Well, what's the matter, honey?
What do you want from me?
Come on, Em.
Do l know you?
Oh, only since birth.
l mean, that's kind of the way it works|between mothers and daughters.
- My mother's dead.|- That's not funny, sweetheart.
My adoptive mother is dead. My m--|l never knew my--my birth--
Adoptive mother? What--What on earth|are you talking about?
l'm your mother.
Tracy!
- Dad!|- Honey, what's happened?
Are you OK? You all right?
Bill.
You need to leave the house.|You need to leave now.
What is going on?
l can feel it coming.
- Please, l can't go through this again.|- Daddy?
- Get out of the house!|- You're scaring the kids.
You need to leave now.
OK. OK. All right. All right.
Girls, girls, go to the car. Go on.|Wait in the car. l'll be right out, OK?
Everything's gonna be fine.
Easy, buddy. l--l can help.
You--You can't!
They started this.
They started--started what?
lt's happening again.
Bill...
Get the hell away from me!
OK! Just put the gun down, all right?
Put the gun down.|Whatever this is, we'll get you through it.
No.
What've--What've we done?
Huh? Give me the gun.
Just--or just put it down.
Just set it down, OK?
What've we done?
Come on. Just--Just give me the gun.
l'm so sorry.
He shot himself?
Well, he, uh...he kept--kept saying,|''They've started it.''
And then he, uh...
he just--he lost it.
lt was probably a drug overdose.|lt's not so weird.
l don't think so. He, uh...
Not--Not this guy.
Well, we'll see.
All right. Dylan.|Keep you eye on the ball, OK? Here we go.
ln the mitt. Excellent.
All right. Throw it back.
Hit me. Excellent.
OK, buddy. Here we go again.
You watching? All right.
Yes. A little more pepper on this one.
Sorry, Daddy.
That's OK, son.
No big deal.
Hey, what's this?
Oops.
Hello?
Professor?
Bruce?
Do we have a phone book?
Hello.
Emily, listen. l know you wanted out|of this whole thing...
but l couldn't find|anybody else's phone number.
Something's happening--still happening.
- l was wondering if--|- Where do you want to meet?
Did you get the story?
lt is not running, Howard.|lt's as simple as that.
What do you mean,|you're not going to run it?
You've never refused|to print anything l've--
Your sources on these stories usually|have at least some kind of credibility.
- You don't even cite your sources.|- What are you talking about?
This is one of the best things|l've written in years, and you know it.
l am not running it. That is final.
Anyway, for some reason,|Kioshi himself wanted it killed.
Some people came to see him.
Ten minutes later, Kioshi is telling me|to 86 any story of yours for a while.
- Well, can l talk to him? What--|- Kioshi?
- Where is he?|- He's gone.
Judging by the look on his face, you're|not going to talk him out of it, either.
- What are you doing here?|- lt's Heather.
- Oh, Stan.|- Look, it's Heather.
Will you get off it?
With all that's going on right now,|why are you obsessing about this?
Because finding kids is what l do!
Did.
Look, l know that what l see|isn't like it used to be.
l'm wrong most of the time,|l admit that, but Heather is important.
Somehow she's important to all of this...
to us.
We're not even out there anymore,|so why is it still happening to us?
Maybe--Maybe we were|exposed to something.
l mean, people dump|all kinds of crap out there.
So your theory is that we were exposed|to some brain-affecting toxins out at sea?
- Well, that certainly makes me feel better.|- At least l'm trying.
l'm sorry. l'm sorry if l'm a smidge|distracted at the moment.
My adoptive parents|didn't even know who she was.
l always wanted to meet her.
God, it's been such a hole in my life.
Look, you said you never met her,|you don't even know what she looks like.
lt's most likely a manifestation of your--
lt was her.
Whatever these things are,|they are not hallucinations.
l--l mean, it's like|we're seeing alternate...alternate...
- Realities.|- lt's insane. l know.
lt all comes back|to electromagnetic disruption.
Our thoughts, our senses|are entirely electro-chemical.
Maybe somehow|it's affected our perceptions.
First name, Heather.
Yep.
And how are you able to get|into the airline passenger list?
We're a newspaper.
Well, you're The Observer.
You all right? Something wrong?
You having another psychic moment?
No. l can just look at you.
A guy l know...
killed himself this morning.
Right...right in front of me.
Almost in front of my kid.
And it, uh...
Yeah.
Anyway, these people showed up|at his house right away. Big, black cars.
Took charge of everything, and...
l swear that one of them|was that woman from the facility.
You think it was her,|or you know it was her?
lt was her.
We got something here.
Flight 317, Wednesday morning.
First name, Heather. Last name, Sheedy.|Seat 31 B.
Sheedy.
Look. Senior discount fare.|You see that? As in, she's old.
Just like she was|when we saw her on the ship.
No, they changed it.
See, they didn't want us to know|that she got on the plane as a child.
She was traveling with her parents.
Look, check the seat assignments|on either side.
Seat 31 A...
James Sheedy.
31 C...
Allison Sheedy.
Allison, see?
They put their six-year-old daughter|between them, like parents do.
l'm telling you,|no matter how old she is now...
she was a child|right up to the moment...
that that plane went down in the Triangle.
OK?
Yeah, good.|We'll meet you there. Bye-bye.
Well, she's back in.
l thought she quit.
l did, too.
Women.
What about Bruce? We should call him.
He's coming, too.|He was there with her.
Benirall Shipping. May l help you?
- Your mother?|- My birth mother.
Hey, remember me? l saw myself dead.
We have proof that the survivor|of the 7 47 crash was a six-year-old child.
Not exactly proof.
Hey, Ackerman, we need to talk to him.
Really? Uh...OK. Why?
Because what's happening|is now happening to us.
- l'll see if he has a few minutes for you.|- He has to.
Why wouldn't he? A few days ago,|he wanted us to bring him...
everything we could as fast as possible.
He's been in some sort of...
l don't know. He's acting...
Another one of our boats|has gone missing.
lt's just a repair barge sent out|to tend to a stalled tanker, but, still...
Fourteen crew on board.
Maybe that's it.
l'll see.
Hallucinations?
Yes, but they aren't only hallucinations,|not--not in the classic sense.
What do you mean by that?|Tell me exactly.
They seem to be, um...
Glimpses...
of alternate realities.
Alternate realities?
There's something wrong with us.|Ever since we went to the--to that region--
When did you first start having|these hallucinations? Tell me.
When we dove on the 7 47.
lt's like something affected us out there.
Maybe something, some discharge|the plane was throwing off.
We don't know what it was|or--or how it's doing this to us--
l sent you out there to get me answers.
lt's only been two days.
Yes, but it's all escalating|even faster than before.
Listen.
We've all seen some...
some things, some events|in the last couple days...
that we cant explain, not yet anyway.
But whether they have anything to do|with the so-called Triangle or not--
How could you possibly think|they're not?
Whether they do or not, l think|it's time that you expanded our team...
and maybe brought in|some other people from other fields.
No. No one else. No others.
You four have to do this.
Look, Mr. Benirall--
l'm being pressured. The navy was here.
The navy?
They asked Mr. Benirall to call you off.
They came to me, doors closed.|They threatened me.
Directly threatened|our government contracts...
indirectly threatened a lot more|if we don't pull the plug.
Why would the navy want to stop us?
- We obviously struck a nerve.|- That place out at sea.
The underwater--whatever it is.
They, uh, they captured us|from the sub...
and they took us|to some high-tech facility.
The navy could easily have done this.
So what do we do now?
Find me my answer.
Thank you, Mr. Benirall.
OK, everybody. Let's...
Please. Time to go.
Weston.
OK. What is going on?
lt's simple. The government's|trying to shut us down.
- He looked worse off than we do.|- You know, l have a friend.
A friend of my kid's, really,|who died today. Navy guy.
And you remember that woman|with the brown hair from the facility?
She turned up at his house.
Uh, people?
What?
Krupp.
Who's Krupp?
Benirall's gone|completely around the bend.
l--l don't think it's him.
My visions are nothing like this.
How is that we're all having|the exact same hallucinations?
lt's not a hallucination.
Why the hell Nazis?
Something. Communism, fascism.
America could have taken a radical turn|at several points in its history.
This isn't all that outlandish.
Uh...
Stop!
You've been ordered to stop!
Sorry. Uh...
How can we help you, officer?
Officer? You can help me by stopping|when l ask you in the first place.
Listen, mate, we don't need to make|a federal case out of this.
You're Australian?
Don't move!
- Uh, son, just calm down, now. Just--|- Don't move! l said don't move, old man!
Excuse us.
l say we go to Benirall,|and we make him get us help.
He's obviously being affected|by this pretty badly.
- This isn't just about his missing ships.|- Oh, listen, mate...
l'm getting sick and tired of these|stinky little hints you keep dropping us.
There's something else. lt's just--
- Enough, damn it!|- OK.
You, Stan, if you've not got|something concrete to give us...
keep it to yourself.
- You know, you are such a jerk.|- At least that was concrete.
We're not entirely|without a direction to go.
The navy keeps interfering with us.|l think there's a connection there.
This has something to do|with the Triangle, with missing ships?
- Our hallucinations?|- l don't know, but it's a lead.
Well, l'm with you.
Last people we saw with Heather|were the Coast Guard.
l say we work with the signs.
Everything we're experiencing|has to have an empirical explanation.
- lf we rule out everything that's not...|- Whatever's left must be right.
We can work at my lab.
- So...|- So we're doing this...
before the dinosaurs come back.
Hey, boy.
Hey, boy. Hey. Hey, how you doing?
Yeah, yeah.
- Hey!|- Hi.
- You get what you needed?|- Yeah.
What's this?
You think he'll like it?
l don't know. lt's a little young for him,|don't you think?
He's almost eleven.
Oh, no. No.
This is for Ruben.
This is for Dylan.
Who's Dylan?
What were you expecting|to see in here, Meeno?
Meeno.
We got onto it right after you called,|Dr. Geller.
At first, the idea|of seeking out an explanation...
for the Bermuda Triangle|seemed a bit odd.
Even for you.
And this is your explanation|for hundreds of sinking ships?
lt's widely known, sir...
that there are methane gas pockets|trapped beneath the ocean floor.
lf a big enough undersea pocket|were to escape--
And all the planes|that have disappeared?
Professor?
Zones of compression...
areas where continental masses|compress against each other--
OK. Great work. Terrific.
Fantastic. Thank you. Thank you all.
But, uh, we've got a new direction.
We want to look at, uh...
Well, we're thinking...
Worm holes.
l don't understand, Meeno.
What's wrong?
There's no hole in the screen door.
Hole?
Meeno...
lt's like he never existed.
- Like who never existed?|- Stop it!
Why are you doing this to me, Helen?|Why?
l can't live with you like this.
And l won't have you doing this|to Ruben.
Do whatever you need to do.
But l want you back.
l want us back.
Find an answer to this...
or l'm leaving you.
l was--l was here this morning.
This is nuts. What are you--
What if this place|is under surveillance?
Relax. There was nobody out there.
- What are you looking for?|- l don't know.
Something.|l--l feel like he was a part of this.
God. Getting very heavy,|feeling oppressive.
Yeah. This is where he died.
- Oh, jeez.|- Maybe there's something...
- Where you going?|- that'll help us.
Where you going here?
Man.
ls this a common, acceptable means|of gathering information for you?
Going through some dead guy's desk?
ln my line of business,|you do what you got to do.
Yeah.|And write what you want to write.
What's that supposed to mean?
Well, l've seen|the kind of stories you write.
Look, l got a family to feed, OK?|What do you know about that?
You wrote about me once.
Didn't remember that, did you?
l wouldn't think you did.
Whoa, whoa whoa.
You're certainly more of a challenge...
than the angry fifteen-year-olds|l'm used to seeing.
l've never, uh...
seen a--a doctor, uh...|a doctor like you.
l've never even thought about it.
Not when my parent's died|a few months apart.
Not when l got back from the Gulf.
The navy offered it, but l, uh...
Considering what you've been through--
boat sinking,|stranded alone at sea...
no--no idea when you're going to be|rescued, even if you'd be rescued.
Of course, uh...
Of course this is...|This business with your son...
So what could it be?|Uh...some kind of break?
Well, you'd think so, wouldn't you?
A break|is usually kind of across the board.
You seem pretty functional.
Loaded with attendant anxieties,|naturally.
You seem to be missing|only isolated memories.
That's what's got me stumped.
l'm thinking...
selective amnesia kind of deal.
But that's incredibly rare.
l'd have to do some research to be|fully conversant on something like that.
Even so, it's--it's a million-to-one shot.
They all died.
All of them.
The boat was my responsibility.
They put their lives in my hands.|Seven people.
They did.|They just went under, and then...
then they were just gone.
What was l supposed to do?|What could--What could l do?
What could l do?
Meeno.
l just talked to Helen.
You've got to stop|beating yourself up about this.
You're acting crazy.
lt's not our fault that we survived.
We did everything that we could.
Meeno?
You OK?
You should sleep.
Heh. You're not.
Oh, l don't sleep. Not much anyway.
What about them?
They're new. The bunch from|last night went home around 4:00.
Didn't you notice?
- l was concentrating.|- Obviously.
Take a look at this.
What am l looking at?
This is geoelectromagnetic data...
streaming off an old Canstar satellite|over the Atlantic.
These numbers are indicative|of a major, major weather event.
Massive. A category five hurricane.
Over the Atlantic, now?
That's what it says.
This is a nautical weather broadcast|from San Juan...
based on area radar, sky bird photos,|ships' radio traffic.
Look.
Look at what?
lt's blue skies and calm seas|in every direction. lt's a beautiful day.
OK, so your data is wrong.
What does this|have to do with worm holes?
l don't know,|but l've checked it five times.
- There's something going on out there.|- Wouldn't other people...
the U.S. Weather Bureau, whoever,|be seeing it, too?
Not if they're not looking for it.
An invisible storm.
So, l saw you grab something.|What are they? Top-secret stuff or what?
lf he'd kept any of those at his house...
the men in black|would've cleaned him out yesterday.
These, they didn't care about.
We do?|What are these, credit card receipts?
These are for Bertha's Restaurant.
There.
These are from Beijin's Dry Cleaners.
So, you think Granger visited here a lot.
According to these receipts,|every other day for the last five weeks.
Hmm. You think maybe he worked|somewhere around here?
A navy base.|Thought you said he worked out at sea.
Well, maybe they reassigned him.
Or maybe he was working out there,|and they brought him here...
to help him, fix him or something.
Hey, don't work too hard.
l'm thinking.|This is what l do when l think.
Hmm.
Why the ocean?
What?
Why build this huge facility|in the middle of the Atlantic?
We don't know it was in the middle.
We know generally where we were|when the sub got stuck.
The only reason they'd capture|and question us is if we came too close.
But why the ocean? Why the Triangle?
There's got to be a good reason.
What's in the ocean?
- Water.|- No, not just any water--seawater.
What is the foundation|of everything we've been talking about?
Electromagnetism.
All water has resistance.|Seawater has lower resistance than fresh.
But that resistance is cumulative|per unit of volume of water.
You're losing me.
Look, if you were trying to generate...
an enormous amount|of electromagnetic power...
you would want to be sitting in the middle|of a huge puddle of seawater.
And one of the side effects|would be haloclines--lots of them.
But an electromagnetic storm?
Why would they need all that power?
Mr. Thomas.
The base information officer|will be with you shortly.
l took the liberty of checking|the navy personnel records...
for an individual named Granger.
Granger, William.|lt's a common enough name.
We actually have two of them|on active duty.
A C.P.O. serving aboard|an escort destroyer in the North Pacific...
and a dental tech stationed in the Azores.
- Could he be classified as retired?|- That's all our records showed.
Anyway, as l said,|if you're still interested...
an information officer|will be happy to speak with you.
l'm still interested.
Mr. Thomas, wait in here, please.
- Thanks.|- What happened to your friend, sir?
Bathroom.|He, uh, ate some bad shellfish.
l'll send him in.
No! Let me go!
Come on, let me go!
Let me go!
No! No! Let me go!
Sorry to keep you waiting.
lt's Mr. Thomas, is that correct?
We've met before.
Who are you?|You're not permitted in here.
Please, sit down.
Yeah, l saw Heather. They have her here.|She's locked up.
You're talking about our elderly guest|in the infirmary?
Heather Sheedy.
She survived the plane crash.
- Why do you have her hidden away here?|- She's not hidden away.
Well, she has family.|Why isn't her family here?
She has a grandfather.
At her age? l doubt that very much.
l saw her.
l think we're finished here.
Stan! Stan!
We've got to find her grandfather.
Already looked for relatives.
Phone books, school records,|public records. There's nobody.
And even if there is a grandfather,|ten-to-one the navy's already got him.
l don't think they have.
Oh, well, then maybe he's wearing his|super magic invisible cloaking device...
because no one can find him.
l can.
Well, that much energy|has to be man-made.
lt can't be a natural phenomena.
- Entropy.|- Exactly.
The natural tendency for energies|to decrease, not increase.
And that energy is building in the Atlantic,|so it has to be created by something.
The problem is|there's nothing mankind could build...
even in theory,|that could generate that kind--
How do you know that?|The government keep you abreast...
of everything they're doing?
- lt's just not possible!|- But something's going on.
l've got hurricane-level electromagnetic|readings centered 320 miles offshore.
Except there's no damn storm!
l'm going out there.
- What, in a boat?|- A plane.
Oh, better. Because it's better|to be flying while all this is going on.
- Come with me.|- Please!
We have an opportunity|to observe a manifestation...
of something that's going on out there|while it's happening.
We're looking for an answer.|The answer's out there.
And you've got a death wish.
Stan?
You OK?
The, uh, images that l see...
always come randomly.
They're always unclear.
Uh-huh?
There's only one way l know|to actively bid the images to me.
You want to give me a clue here?
Just wait outside. Keep the door closed.
And, uh, give me twenty-five minutes.
Just twenty-five.|And then come back in...
and wake me any way you can.
- Come on, this is kind of--|- Just go!
No.
Don was there.
Attention, whalers! You are in violation--
He--He died with the others!
Brace yourselves!
l saw him drown.
Hang on!
Take my hand, Don!
Meeno!
You definitely know how|to fly a plane, right?
What, you've asked me|four or five times already?
You just seem like the kind of guy...
who takes a couple lessons|in something, and you know...
- then loses interest, and--|- l've been flying since l was sixteen.
- Look, l'm flying.|- No, you're taxiing...
and we are about to fly|way out over the ocean.
WS 11 Alpha, req--
Oops. Not good.
Tower, WS Alpha 11|requesting clearance for takeoff.
That was a joke. You know, a joke?
Heh! Joke?
WS 11 Alpha,|you are clear to runway 29er south.
How's the weather look out there?
Visibility, 50 plus. Clear as spring water.
Stan?
This is the only way|you could've done this?
- lt's called auto writing.|- l know what auto writing is, but--
l can't be conscious when l do it.
l've tried holding the paper, but my hand|just pushes right over the page.
- This is the only way l've been able--|- Give me that.
lt all looks like nonsense, though.|None of it...
l can't control what comes through.|lt just flows.
l don't have any idea|where it comes from.
lt's just if--if l enter into a state with...
some specific information|that l want or need--
Hold on a second.
l think l got a name.
Carl.
l'm going to get some water.
Carl Sheedy.
Well, you think it looks like ''Sheedy.''|l think it looks more like ''she pig.''
Someplace else it says, uh, highway one.
Mile marker forty-seven.
You couldn't come up|with an actual address?
Or a phone number, maybe?
lf this is where he lives, it's no wonder|the navy couldn't find him.
Hello?
Excuse us. Ma'am?
Who are you?
What do you want?
lt's OK. We're not here to harm you.
Heather.
Who are you men?|What do you want here?
We're very sorry to disturb you.
We're actually looking for a man|named Carl Sheedy.
You're her grandmother, aren't you?
You look just like her.
How do you know her?
Fellas?
They--They say they're here|about Heather.
What about her? Who are you?
Are you with the project?
l--l assume this isn't regular turbulence?
You assume correctly.|We're being buffeted by weather.
Where are you going?
Don't worry. Autopilot's got it.
So, uh, why hasn't anyone else|reported this phenomena?
l mean, uh...
others have to have flown|through it or sailed it--
Not necessarily.|Right now, it's a relatively small cell...
in the middle of a very, very big ocean.
What is this crap?
Some of it's standard, off-the-shelf|weather monitoring stuff...
but this and those over there,|those are my own creations.
- Ah, you built these?|- Just part of my genius.
- Uh-oh.|- Uh-oh, what?
We're still forty miles|from the center of the cell?
How powerful is this thing?
You keep saying cell,|except there--there is no weather cell.
- Look out there.|- Look in here!
There, uh...
There was a plane crash.
And, uh, your granddaughter|was the only survivor.
Oh, my God!
Our son, Heather's father, and his wife?
l'm very sorry.
l tried to warn them.
Tried to get 'em to join us here.
You said Heather is where?
There's, um, there's something else.
Heather survived the plane crash, but...
she's changed.
Did you work out there?
Not only worked out there.|l, sir, am responsible for it.
There were two of us.|My partner's name was Ossoman, Victor.
We were members of|the physics department at Florida State.
Undistinguished, neither of us tenured.|Just teaching.
Victor's brother-in-law worked|laying deep ocean cable. South Atlantic.
He called Victor one day.
Seems whenever they'd hit|a particular stretch of ocean...
the cable|would suddenly be sheared in two.
But each time they recoiled the cable...
it was somehow|several hundred feet shorter.
So, as a favor, Victor and l went out there.
We discovered|what was shearing the cable.
Oh, boy, did we discover it.
Exotic matter.
You, uh, you discovered exotic matter?
A window onto it, yes.
What's exotic matter?
Some sort of super matter.
lt's what U.F.O. kooks theorize|that Martians make their ships out of.
lt's a truly phenomenal power source.
Victor and l went back to the school.
Spent sixteen months worrying the data,|fought like cats and dogs.
Oh, God, Victor could be such an ass.
Anyway, we were just about to publish,|when the navy showed up.
Someone there had gotten wind of|what we were about to reveal to the world.
They prevailed upon us not to publish.|lnstead, Victor went to work for them.
- You didn't?|- No.
So how'd you end up way out here?
l mean, why did--
Because of what l suspect is coming.
l'm a coward.
You should be about done.|We didn't stop for lunch today.
l think it's time we get back.
- We have to do this.|- Do what?
Collect full data. We'll need it.
- Did you see that?|- Come on.
l think it's time we headed back in.
lf you insist.
Victor and l started out|just trying to discover something.
To prove something|that the world only knew as a theory.
But the navy, oh, no, no.|They wanted it to have a function.
They wanted something|that they could use.
lt was all just a theory!
What do you mean,|something they could use?
What? Use for what?
They're the navy, the military. What|do you think they'd want to use it for?
So, doctor, what's going to happen now?
What are you and your wife hiding from?
l'm not certain.
Maybe nothing. Maybe...
lf it comes, it will be, l expect...
electromagnetic in nature.
At least to begin, but it won't stop there.
Electromagnetism is the force|underlying all matter, all space, all time.
We, humanity, exist only|by a quite remarkable courtesy.
Even the slightest upset|in any number of basic laws...
or fundamental constants,|and all of this could all just cease to be.
You're...overstating, exaggerating.|You have to be.
Everything you've described to me,|including what happened to Heather...
it all fits.
Victor and those with him|are playing chicken with all creation.
They could win, or...
Listen, doctor,|your granddaughter is alive.
She is scared beyond words.|She's surrounded by strangers.
Now, don't you want to be there|with her now?
Come back with us, please.
Please.
Why isn't it getting any better?|lt seems to be getting worse!
The farther we get from the cell,|the energy should dissipate.
Should, but entropy doesn't want|to apply out here, remember?
We can--We can outrun this thing|though, right?
Right?
Hello.|Let me talk to Dr. Bruce Geller, please.
How about Dr. Patterson?
No. No, no message.|Well, yeah, yeah. l'll leave a message.
Please tell him|that Howard Thomas called.
Yeah, l'm coming in...
and l'm bringing with me a man|who may have some information.
Hold on. You're breaking up.
Hello?
Yeah, tell him we should be there|in about three hours.
Three hou--Hello?
My God, what is that?
What's happening?
Howard...
- Get us out of this!|- l'm trying!
Warning. Warning.
Stan!
- All right?|- Yeah.
You gonna be able to get us home?
That's my definite plan.
...typically with weather like this,|it blows...
Floridians have been warned|to brace themselves...
for several days of rain, gales...
lt was Heather's grandfather.
Why were you bringing him here?
lt's his discovery in the Atlantic...
that started whatever it is|that's happening out there.
And he died in the crash?
Yeah.
Yes.
He had a wife.
But what was it he discovered?
That the Navy is definitely conducting|some sort of experiment--
Well, that's not exactly|a fast-breaking bulletin.
...tests involving exotic matter.
That's insane.
Yeah, it is. l know.
But l'm telling you, l have interviewed|hundreds of nut jobs in my time...
- and this man is credible.|- He can say anything.
Yeah, but what if it's true?|Huh? What if it's true?
Exotic matter only exists in theory.
Yeah, but so did X-rays and radio waves|and atoms and a round earth.
Yeah, it's nuts,|l'll grant you that. lt's nuts.
But what if there's even|a slight possibility...
that exotic matter exists?
That might be why the Navy's all over it.
This could explain the electromagnetic|anomalies and wormholes.
So they're screwing with time-space|hoping to do what, exactly?
They're building a weapon.
A weapon.
Come on. This is--lt's the military.
lt this really so shocking?
You realize this could be the answer|to Benirall's disappearing ships...
to everything we've been|experiencing, all of it.
So, now that we know...
what can we possibly do about it?
Stop it. Hey, come on, Dad.|What do you think you're doing?
Ruben, listen to me.|Something's happening here.
Look at this storm.
We've got to go get your mother.|We gotta get out of here.
We gotta get away from Florida,|as far away from here as possible.
He in there?
Yeah, he's been locked|in there for hours...
refusing to see anyone.
Until l told him|you wanted to see him.
Mr. Benirall?
Sir?
You OK?
lt's like a vise.
Never felt it like this before.
Sir?
He's painted everything.
There's no reflections.
Geordie suspected the Navy was doing|something out there in the Atlantic.
Put some Glenfiddich in that,|and l might drink it.
But how could anything the Navy's|doing out there be capable of--
Because... we think|they may be exploring...
some radical new energy source.
New what?
We believe they're developing|some sort of new weapon.
This storm--|Storms naturally build.
This one isn't doing that.
lt's spontaneously generating|out over the Atlantic.
So, the Navy's controlling the weather|to develop a new weapon.
Well, maybe the weather|is just a symptom of--
This is bourbon.
Leave it.
What has any of this|to do with the Triangle...
and my ships disappearing,|and the damn visions?
Visions that you're all having.
What the Navy is doing|could be affecting...
the entire electromagnetic balance|of that region of ocean.
Can we be sure of any of this?
No, we can't be sure,|but if only a part of it is true--
Look, people are|still crossing the Atlantic.
The weather is hitting the state.
They've done absolutely nothing|about warning anybody.
We've gotta do that.
What?
You mean, like,|hold a press conference?
Like, go on TV and say|the Navy's making it rain...
and making ships disappear.
That's very good, Mr. Thomas.|Just like one of your articles.
Hey, you asked us|to bring you an answer.
Well, we believe--
The four of us believe|that this might be your answer.
At least, all that we can uncover.|Only the Navy knows the rest.
Very well, then.|We shall ask them.
Them who? The Navy?
ls Douglas still in town?
l spoke with his adjutant|just this morning.
Douglas?
Douglas Wiest.
The Secretary of the Navy.
And he just happens|to be in Florida right now.
Helen?
Helen!
Dylan.
No.
No!
Mr. Benirall, this way.
Wait here, please.
l'm gonna need more power|on this side, guys.
- What?|- Look at Benirall.
What about him?
Eric.
Thank you.
Eric. You look...
l know how l look, Doug.
l'm sorry some of my people|showed up at your office yesterday.
l didn't know until you told me.
lf l'd known, l surely would have|contacted you personally.
Well, as you can see, we've got|a little something cooking here.
Oh, but, of course, that's--|that's why you're all here, isn't it?
l'm grateful you came to me.
So, tell me, what exactly is it|you think that we are doing...
out there in the Atlantic?
They think you're performing|some kind of test out there...
some kind of weapons test.
We believe, sir,|that you are screwing with...
the molecular stability|of that entire region.
Are any of you physicists?
We may not have the expertise, but--
But we damn well know what we saw.|What we were experiencing--
Douglas, what the hell|are you people up to?
Have any of you heard of|the Philadelphia Experiment?
An experiment supposedly|conducted in the 1940s.
Story goes that the Navy rigged|one of its battleships...
with giant electromagnets and then|tried to mess with the molecular--
With the ship's|molecular fidelity. Go on.
They were trying to make it invisible.
But, big surprise,|everything went horribly wrong.
Sailors started disappearing|independent of the ship.
There were even reports of some of them|melting into the walls and deck.
But the Navy's always denied it.
The ship was the U.S.S. E/dridge.
The year was 1943,|the height of World War ll.
The concept would, indeed,|render the ship invisible.
So, are you saying|the Navy's out there...
trying to do the same thing again?
Yeah, but if it didn't work|the first time--
Oh, it worked.|lt just didn't work...
the way the eggheads|of that time expected it to.
And there was|one other repercussion.
That's the secret we've been|so carefully guarding all these years.
A tear.
A tear? What do you mean, tear?
A dimensional tear.
As in... space-time?
For some reason, it centered itself|out in the south Atlantic.
That area has always been a nexus|for unexplained phenomenon.
Damn it, Douglas.|lf the Navy's always known this--
lf you've always known this,|why haven't you warned anyone?
l've lost ships--
Ships? Hell, how many|innocent people have been lost?
Think about what you're asking.
A quarantine area|over 14,000 square miles.
How, exactly, do you suggest|that we do that?
Well, you could begin|by accepting responsibility...
and blame for what you've done.
But... and you never do that, so...
So, all these ships, planes, people...
where have they gone?
Through the tear.
Another dimension, another time.
So the Navy's actually known about|the existence of the Bermuda Triangle...
for years because they caused it?
So why is it taking|more of my ships now?
Why are we having these visions?
Because the tear has continued|to expand exponentially...
in size and intensity...
since 1943.
You know, we were the people who first|coined the phrase Bermuda Triangle.
Everybody always thought|it came from some...
journalist in the Sixties.
But, to us...
the Triangle always represented|that ever-expanding tear.
The increase in disappearances,|the distortions in space-time...
the aberrant weather...
that is all because|we are approaching something...
that my people call the crux event.
We've known|it was coming since 197 1.
Back then, our scientists|were able to extrapolate...
the precise date and time|in the distant future...
when the event would arrive.
They determined it would occur...
at 23:06 and 19 seconds|Eastern Standard Time...
today.
11 :00 tonight?
What's gonna happen?
We have no real consensus,|but every opinion from every expert...
has always started with|the rather colorful phrase...
''God help us.''
Well, you sound pretty cavalier about it.
Because we are gonna stop it.
l've been part of the Navy|Secretary's office for 46 years.
l've been the actual Secretary|for the last 17 of those...
through nine|different administrations.
All because|l took point on this project.
l was an ensign on the E/dridge.
My entire career,|everything l've done since that day...
aboard that ship,|has been aimed at one thing.
Finding a way to close Pandora's box.
What can you do to stop it?
A back blast.
A back blast issued|at a precise moment...
before the crux event.
The tear will close permanently.
The Triangle gone--forever.
You know, other people|have been affected...
have been injured by what you're doing.
We're in a war here.
A war with the forces of nature herself.
Why tell us about this now?
Because you've come|as far as you have.
Because you know|as much as you do.
And in less than 6 hours,|this will be all over.
Even if you were insane enough|to try to stop it...
what could you do? Who could you|possibly tell that matters?
All we want to do is finally put an end...
to this... nightmare|that we ourselves began.
That's all we're trying to do.
So...
what do you want to talk about?
Well, the first question--|do we believe him?
You might have noticed the man's leg.
Could be an injury from some other thing.
You ever see another amputation|at an angle like that?
Enough about the leg.|Do we believe him?
Certainly all fits,|at least from what he told us.
They could be doing anything out there.
You know how many cover stories|they come up with on a daily basis?
What's his motivation for lying to us?
What's his motivation|for telling us the truth?
Well, he's very proud of|what he's doing.
l mean, if they are fixing|this horrible wrong...
that they created half a century ago...
maybe he wants people to know about it.
He's dedicated his entire adult life to it.
Well, like the man said,|we're certainly no threat.
Well, Benirall's the one|that could make...
the biggest stink for him.
Benirall seemed very relieved|about something.
Guess we'll know at 11 :00 tonight.
Yeah. l wonder|if anything'll be different...
when we wake up tomorrow.
We'll know when we wake up|and we're all missing a foot.
They don't know anything.
Wait a second. l know exactly|what's going to happen to us tomorrow.
- What?|- We're gonna get our $5 million.
- Come on.|- We did it.
What we were contracted to do.|We brought Benirall his answer.
- No, we didn't.|- We led him to it. We did.
Come on, people.
lt's Miller time.
lmagine we wake up tomorrow...
all of our crazy visions gone,|the Triangle gone--
everything back to normal.
Don't need normal. Stable.
Whatever.|But $5 million richer, each.
The world is gonna change tomorrow.|Talk about stability.
Doesn't seem to matter whether|it's mammal, reptile, or bird.
For some inexplicable reason,|they're all in a highly, highly agitated state.
Dad? What are you doing here?
Just checking in.|Wanted to see how you're doing.
OK, l guess.
- Yeah?|- You could've just called.
No, no, l couldn't,|'cause l wanted to see you.
Have you talked to Mindy or Mom?
l left messages.
Howard?
You know, you--you can't|just show up unannounced.
- Mom.|- lt's OK, honey.
Do you think you could give me|a couple minutes alone with your mom?
- Dr. Geller!|- Yes, Marie?
We've been pulling data|from multiple sources...
and Darren started--|You know Darren? First-year Darren.
Well, Darren started accidentally entering|incorrect positional coordinates...
and before he realized it,|he'd pulled satellite data...
from several other continents.
Listen, Marie, l really appreciate|all your hard work...
and everybody's hard work.
But most importantly,|he also didn't clear the settings...
after each array shift--
OK, OK. We can start|dialing them back.
He was receiving|multiple overlapping readings!
l know it's normally a bad thing,|but you should take a look at Darren's data.
l don't need to.|l've already got my answer.
l had it handed to me, actually.
Take a look at it anyway.
Or should l just send|everybody home?
Marie?
Everybody stays.
There you are.
What about this weather?
Hungry?
Aww.
l know you don't like to eat|with your boring old mom...
but...well, l was hoping...
you weren't planning to go|back out on a night like this.
l'd like that very much.
Like l said,|l can't give you all the details...
it's just-- it's too much.
And without all the details,|you'd just flat-out think that l was nuts.
But...
lt's actually pretty credible.
Credible enough.
Maybe it's more than just credible.|l don't know.
But the concept itself is huge.
l don't know.|This could be... the one.
This could be the big story.
Howard...
Why are you here?
Because...
something may be|happening tonight.
Nothing--nothing bad,|l don't think... but...
l just wanted to spend|some time with you.
Something may be happening tonight?
Could you be more cryptic? What?
Nothing. lt's probably nothing, OK?
On the other hand, after tomorrow,|miracle of miracles...
on account of because of this story,|there may be the possibility...
of some money coming|my way. Our way.
Howard.
Not positive. lt's just a possibility.
One of the aspects of this story|has to do with temporal displacement.
The idea of multiverses,|alternate paths...
all the different directions|a person's life can go.
For example, if you choose|to drive down a certain street...
you get in an accident.
But if you pick a different street|or leave the house one second later...
then you miss the accident|and everything's fine.
Or you decide to ditch|your college reunion...
and go to some obscure foreign film.
You buy a Coke,|which you then proceed to spill...
all over the very pretty girl|sitting on the aisle.
Or you choose to spend|so much time working...
that you don't listen.
You don't share yourself, your life,|with the people that matter.
The lesson being, l guess, that...
if there are all these different paths...
then maybe it's not too late|to change the one you're on.
Anyways...
There may be some money in this story.
There. That should do us.
Actually, it's quite nice.
So, where was l? Oh, bridge.
So, Donna bids three, no trump.
l mean, you know, that's Donna.
John thinks it's her hip medication.
Makes her--Well, kinda spacey.
No, hip, or knee?
No, Donna's knee.
lt's Caroline's hip.
Emmy, honey, what's the matter|with you tonight?
You've hardly taken a single bite.
You're not back on that crazy diet?
Well, it can't be the food.
l know how you feel about lamb chops.
They've always been my favorite.
What is it with this weather?
Well, by tomorrow,|it should be over.
Oh, really?|Did you hear that on the radio?
Because everything l've heard...
the weather people have no idea|when it's gonna end.
Heard it from someone who seemed|to know what he was talking about.
That doesn't sound like you.
What do your own instincts tell you?
That he may be wrong.
That sounds more like my Emmy.
l'm gonna ask you a question.
lt... may seem strange.
What's your name?
My name?
What do you mean, what's my name?
l need to know your name.
Laura. Laura Farrell.
Why?
Why what, dear?
Why would you give me up?|Why did you--
Give you up?|What has gotten into you?
For adoption.
Emily, now you're scaring me.|l would never, ever--
When l was a week old.
Oh.
Oh, my God.
How did you--
When your father abandoned me...
just before you were born...
l had no way to take care of you.
The nuns at the hospital and my father...
wanted me to give you up.
l almost did.
Almost.
But l--
l couldn't bring myself to do it.
Emily...
l love you so very much.
At 37,000 feet, when their plane|just began to drop.
Although still unconfirmed,|an airline source told us...
that the plane might have dropped|almost the entire distance...
free-falling for over 2 minutes|before the crew...
was able to regain control|and level off...
...throughout the entire|southern half of the state...
in a pattern that defies explanation.
ln most cases,|it is the complete grid that is failing.
With only sections...
11 :06.
3 hours.
Can l help you?
Hey...
l interviewed you, right?
You're the Greenpeace guy.
l--l don't know where else l can...
Please help me.
What's this?
- lt's the latest from the Pacific Rim.|- And?
They're registering a huge increase|in tropospheric ozone.
50 points in the last hour.
What's the latest from the poles?
Who's got the station in Antarctic?
Dr. Geller!
Bruce!
This isn't just the Atlantic.
lt's spreading everywhere.|What is happening?
What if they're wrong?
Way wrong.
Bruce, you gotta listen to me.
He's experiencing the same thing we are.
Yeah.
Yes.
l had never seen that little boy|before in my life.
But we might be able|to learn something from him.
He was my son.|My wife told me he was my son.
Based on the story he's telling...
he's the damn poster child|for everything that's been going on.
l started to care about him,|and then he was gone.
And now my whole family's|gone just like that!
Now my house is empty and|there's a ''For sale'' sign out front.
- All right.|- Nothing's making sense.
Come on!
- Look at this.|- What?
Pressure waves.
Pressure waves.|Waves aren't linear.
- They're a pattern phenomenon.|- Yeah, that can't be.
lf the Philadelphia Experiment|had caused a tear...
that's a wedge phenomenon.|That's not a pattern.
Hey!
This is Meeno.
Listen, we've got data that|suggests, strongly suggests...
that the events taking place around us|cannot be caused by a tear.
lt's traveling outwards, globally.
The Navy's had all their own people|on this for decades--
Yeah, decades means|lots of turnover in staff...
newbies coming on a project|tend to accept...
the assumptions|of their predecessors.
Are you telling us the Navy|doesn't know about this?
You want to know|how we know what we know?
- Yeah.|- Pressure waves.
What?
A ripple.
What if the Triangle effect|could be rippling out from 1943?
You toss a pebble in the lake|and the effects ripple outward...
- from the point of origin--|- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
The effects are getting stronger.
A pebble in the lake,|the ripples gradually diminish.
They don't increase.
lf all this is the result|of the Forties experiment...
then it should have been|strongest back then, not now.
But we're not talking about something|moving in three dimensions.
- lt's traveling in--|- Four.
Time. The fourth dimension is time.
So the effects of|this more powerful event...
could be moving forward|and backward in time.
And the closer|we get to the moment, it's--
The stronger it gets?|lf that's true, then this back blast...
the Navy's about to set off|isn't gonna stop anything at all.
lt's gonna cause it.
Sheedy's worst case scenario.
Everything could just cease to exist.
What do you mean?
He means whatever's been happening|to all those ships and planes...
happens to everything.
So, what--what can we do?
We tell them.
That's not going to work.|We've only got two hours.
- You need more time.|- How do we get that?
You create it.
You get up in their faces|so they can't set off...
their--their whatever it is.
Confront them, head on.
Stop them.
With what?
Hell of a boat!
Must be your pride and joy.
My family was my pride and joy.
My son.
My sons.
l'm going down.
Are we almost there?
We're cutting this really close!|lt's already after 11 :00.
lf this works, we need to know|what to do first...
what to say first.|We need to be prepared.
Are you laughing?
l see! l finally see.
You remember that person|l saw on the other side...
of the mirror behind Benirall?
Yeah?
lt's Winston!|He has a brother.
Winston Benirall.
He disappeared on one of|the family ships a few years ago.
That's what this whole thing|has been about for Benirall.
lt's about finding his brother.
You better get back up here!
Oh, my God!
The Navy, the scientists,|they'd have to see that!
That's what they think|they're gonna stop!
We've got company!
Can you go any faster?!
Bravo 1-7 engage at 7.4 Alpha.
Engaging, Bravo 1-7.
All right, Mr. Greenpeace,|what now?
Get below!
We have to get close|to where they're going.
Delta 1-5, fire at will.
Firing at will.
We lost power!
We must be close to the site!
We've lost power.|l'm getting no response.
Too late.
lt's too late!
Here you go, Doctor.
lt's happening!
Oh, my God!
Howard, what are you doing?
Howard, what are you doing?!
Howard, are you there? Hello?
Do you want to leave a message|for Dr. Geller or not?
Hello, Mr. Thomas?
Mr. Thomas?
We're back.
Hang on.
My God, what is that?
- What's happening?|- Howard?
Hang on.
Hey.
This is Carl Sheedy.
My God, what happened to you?
Um--
Where's Stan?
He's dead.
Give me your phone.
Phone...need to...
Let me use it.
Thanks.
l know what's going to happen.
l know everything|that's going to happen.
l'm--What?
What? l'm not crazy. l'm not crazy.|l'm not making this up.
l'm not hallucinating.|Stan died over this.
l'm not about|to let him down over this.
Hello, Ackerman?|lt's Howard Thomas.
Listen, we've got something,|and l need to see Benirall right now.
Yeah, l know he's not there.
He's holed up in his office.|He's not seeing anybody.
He's--lt doesn't matter how l know.
You tell him that we're coming by|and we've got to see him now, all right?
He'll see us, l know he will.
Ripples?
Yes. Yes. lt's rippling backwards.
You know this|because you lived this before?
Yeah.
Well, everything he's saying|is possible.
Atoms aren't really solid at all.
They're loaded with space.|ln fact, they're mostly space.
The only reason l can't put my hand|through this car door...
is because the door's atoms|and mine are operating...
on a mutually interactive frequency.
But if you could somehow...
change the frequency|of the atoms in your hand...
your hand would or could theoretically|pass right through that door.
Since we also see along|the same frequency...
visible light wave lengths,|the door would also seem to disappear.
Any body would.
Like a ship or a plane.
lt would continue to exist|in some other dimension?
So all the planes, the ships,|all the people over all these years...
they aren't gone?|They may have simply...
been knocked out of phase|with our world...
and actually continue to exist?
Yes.
Theoretically.
Look, l know you want|to see Mr. Benirall...
but he's in no sh--|Hey, who the hell is this?
- Mr. Benirall is not--|- There's been a new wrinkle.
Turn on the light.
Mr. Benirall...
l'm gonna tell you something|that's going to sound absolutely incredible.
But we have your answer.|We know what's causing the Triangle.
This could be the answer. lt fits.
The theory has to do with space-time,|a ripple that travels backwards.
You have to believe us.|There isn't time for you not to believe us.
Glenfiddich in that,|and l might drink it.
l've experienced this before.|We've been here like this before.
ln just a couple of hours...
the Navy is going to trigger|something in the Atlantic.
Something that sets off some sort|of massive chain reaction...
that will change the world forever|unless we do something.
We do have reason to believe|that there is some facility...
that's been built out in the Atlantic.
An enormous device underwater.
l know for a fact it was built.
Who are you?
This is Carl Sheedy.
My partner and l,|we developed the--
- You expect me to believe--|- Listen to me, please!
Now, the Secretary of the Navy,|Wiest, he's here in Miami.
You've got to get us in to see him.
What?
He's here in town.|You know he is!
You are truly out of your mind.
Wiest can stop this.|We've just got to explain it to him.
We've got to get Sheedy there.
l'm not letting you anywhere near|the Secretary of the Navy.
- You did it before!|- Get off him!
Listen, you've got a brother--Winston.|He disappeared in the Triangle, didn't he?
You've been trying to find him.|Well, he might still be alive.
Get out!
Stopping what's about to happen|could be your only chance...
of ever knowing for sure.|We've got to stop this!
Come on, mate.|Let's do this smart.
We need some sort of plan!
Coming through.|l gotta see Wiest.
- What took you guys so long?|- Hey, we almost left you in there.
- What convinced you to bail me out?|- What if you're right?
What time's this thing|supposed to happen?
- Just after 11 :00. 11 :06.|- That's less than 2 hours.
Benirall won't talk to us.
There's only one option left--|the Greenpeace way.
- Let me drive.|- What?
Massive flooding|throughout South Beach...
and surrounding areas|has left hundreds stranded.
As this storm strengthens,|voluntary evacuation has been--
Hey! Meeno!
Meeno!
l--l was just coming to--
Coming to see me. Yeah, l know.
Listen, at the boat yard|you've got a fast cigarette boat, right?
Really fast one?
This is all about getting him inside.
Whatever we do,|we've got to get him inside.
Get you talking to your partner,|to anyone who'll listen.
l can't believe we're doing this.
Hey, this is my second go.
What makes you think|this time will be any different?
We're a little earlier this time.
How early?
20 minutes.
You better get back up here.
Deja vu all over again.
Navy--the scientists.
They'd have to have all seen this.
They think that's|what they're going to stop.
Bravo 1-7 engage at 7.4 Alpha.
Engaging, Bravo 1-7.
- Hey!|- What the hell are you doing?
We've got to get away from them.
Got to get him closer!
Closer to where|they're setting this thing off!
Hey, this was your idea.
Base, this is Nighthawk 3.|The craft is unidentified.
Please advise.
Attention, all departments.
We are at 18 minutes to primary event.
Stage 1 of 5 is now complete.
We are at Stage 2 and counting.
Repeat, Stage 2 of 5 and counting.
- Dr. Osserman.|- Welcome, sir.
We've got a Code 3, sir.
Do we have any sort of lD on the craft?
No, sir. Fast boat like that|could be drugs.
This far out?
They're within the zone, sir.
Shouldn't l notify project hierarchy?
Now? Absolutely not.
Signal your people.|Authorize Action One.
Sir--
Action One. My direct order.
Do it.
Delta 1-5, fire at will.
Off! Everybody off!
Everyone OK?
OK. Let's go!
We know what you're doing here.
You've got to let us talk to someone.
Someone whose job|it is other than to shove me!
Hey, tell Osserman,|Carl Sheedy is here.
Carl Sheedy!
Tell him Dr. Sheedy's here.|Tell him he's got it all wrong.
Tell him!
What are you looking for?
Anything.
Stage 3, we are at Stage 3 of 5.
Seven minutes until primary event.
Seven minutes and counting.
Dr. Osserman.
What is it?
Here? Can't be.
lt's him.
How could he be--
Somebody said a boat|breached the perimeter.
Carl?
ln a boat?
He said...
he said you've got it all wrong.
We're too late.
No.
No. We finish what we came here to do.
Stage 4.
We are now under three minutes|and counting.
My God.
Carl.
l couldn't believe you--|How did you--
What in blazes are you doing here?
Doctor, we have to talk to you.
What you're about to do,|you have to stop.
Listen to them, Victor.
ls that what this is all about?
Sir, we really have to get back.
You voiced your reservations|years ago when you left the project...
and now you're here, like this?
My God, Carl.
Sir, please.
Doctor, we have data|that you don't have.
You've got to listen to us.|lt's vitally important.
Just listen to us for five minutes.
You think you're gonna fix a tear,|but it's not a tear, it's a ripple!
You're actually gonna|cause the Triangle--
You're about to end everything.
Victor, you and l, we argued.
Always. Over everything.
Alforn-McAfee paper, remember?
l thought we were going|to kill each other.
But in the end, you were right.
And l was 100% wrong.
One of us was always right.
This time, Victor...
you're wrong.
What the hell is going on here?
On his authority, sir.|He said it was project specific.
Get 'em out of here! Now!
No.
- For God's sake, Victor.|- Mr. Secretary, there's something--
Are you the guy in charge here?|Because you really need to listen to us.
Sir, we know what|you're hoping to do here.
There isn't time to make you understand|how we know, but we know.
You've gotta put the brakes on this thing.|You've gotta give us a chance to explain.
l know it seems crazy, sir,|but it's possible, just possible.
Now wait just one minute.|You--now--
You are suggesting now that--
We are now under|three minutes and counting.
- Mr. Secretary!|- Final countdown...
We know|you were on the E/dridge...
and your leg,|we know about your leg.
Listen, what you're about to do|isn't going to stop the crux event...
that you're so afraid of,|it's going to cause it!
You've got to shut it down!
Sir, you've got to shut it down!|You've got to listen to us!
Thirty years|we've known this was coming...
we must countervail this crux event|or we lose everything.
But you're wrong!
Sir...
We go.
No! You've got to listen to them!
- No!|- Don't!
- Stop!|- Sir!
You don't know|what's going on up there!
Sir? There's something out there.
What?
Anybody got a clue what's going on?
We've made it.
We're officially within range|of the coordinates he gave us...
but now l strongly recommend|we turn to...
and get the hell away from|whatever those things are.
Within range,|and then we go all stop.
We're a methane tanker, full load.|1 38,000 cubic meters.
And those look electrical.
One of them gets|close enough to this lady...
there's gonna be|a very, very big splash.
l said all stop!
All stop.
She's a methane tanker.
Benirall Shipping.
Benirall?
l don't give a damn about one ship.
lt's methane. lf it goes,|it takes this whole facility with it.
We're not talking about just this facility.|We're talking everything.
Don't trigger it.
Don't.
Sir, we don't have any solid proof|to put before you...
but you have to take us at our word.
Please, l'm begging you.
8...7...6...5...4...
3...2...1...
We are at primary event.
l got more of them.
That's impossible.
Sea or air?
Both. There are dozens of them,|maybe even hundreds...
and they're not approaching.
We are at primary event,|waiting for go.
What do you mean|they're not approaching?
They're just appearing all around us.
lt's reversing.
lt's all the ships and planes|that were taken by the Triangle.
That means it's over.
That...That means it's over.
That means it's over.
You weren't gonna do it.
We--We did it.
We closed the Triangle.
And more to the point...
the Triangle never happens at all.
Never happened at all.
Forget it.
Hi, Daddy.
Tell Mama l'll be outside.
Hello?
Hey, babe, look,|l know l'm running late, OK?
Egregiously late.
Who is this?
OK, l totally deserve that.
l'll be there as fast as l can.|Faster, l promise.
l hope this means you still love me.
We're gonna be taking|both of those kids to emergency.
What do you expect?|After all, they're just like their father.
You slept all night in|that chair again, didn't you?
You know how bad that is for your leg.
l'll start breakfast.
Hello?
ls anyone there?
l'm calling for Laura Farrell.
Yes, who is this calling, please?
lt's about your daughter.
My daughter?
l'm afraid you've mistaken me|with someone else.
Who is this, please?
Squishy.
l think you should|think about moving out.
- What are you doing?|- Hey, l don't want to move out.
- The problems we've been having--|- All of the problems.
l want us to work them out.
l'm willing to do whatever|l have to this time.
What do you mean, ''this time''?
Nothing's ever written in stone.
Thank you.
Hi.
How's the family?
They're good.
How's the boyfriend?
lt's not working out.
So, you're gonna stay?|Stick with Gina and...
Yeah... for now.
l must admit l only comprehend|perhaps one percent...
of what you've set down here.
l think, if l understand you correctly...
your basic claim|is that the four of you...
entered some kind of arrangement|with my company.
The basic tenet of which was|that if you discovered...
the secret behind something|called the Bermuda Triangle...
you would each receive $5 million.|ls that correct?
You're Winston.
We really should be talking|with your brother.
He's the one who made the offer,|he'd be the one who remembered.
No, you are talking to the right person.
l am the company's chief financial officer.|Thank you, Ackerman.
Now, you referred to escrow accounts|and bank deposit slips.
That's right. Deposit slips.|We were given deposit slips.
Where are they now?
We don't have them.
We didn't--
Well, you see, l would remember that.
lndeed, l would have had to sign|for sums that large.
So l thank you for your time.
l agreed to see you because|collectively your credentials...
and your reputations are such that--
Listen, if we could only speak|with your brother.
Yes, well, l've allowed you|to waste my time...
specifically so you wouldn't|waste my brother's.
Frankly, this is all|somewhat preposterous.
So good day.
The only reason you're here today|is 'cause we changed the world.
Mr. Ackerman will see you out.
Hey, we remember. lt was worth|a shot to see if Benirall did.
Yeah, but why do we remember?
l mean, maybe it's everything|we went through.
Maybe...
Hey, you were dead,|now you're alive.
That's how your world changed.|You came out great.
Me, l've got family,|responsibilities. And a bum leg.
Did you ever find out how that--
Caught in a diving trip in the Aleutians.
This reality... not so lucky.
This reality. Think we'll ever|get used to saying that?
This is our reality now.|Eventually, we'll get used to it.
Taxi.
What about Meeno?
He's fine.|l talked to him this morning.
He's fine.
Well, that's it.|l guess this is good-bye...
seeing as we never actually met.
Actually, l don't know that it's really over.
You know?|l mean, like Wiest said...
that part of the Atlantic's always been|home to some strange phenomena.
Hey.
Coming to bed?
Yeah. l'll be there in a minute.
OK.