60 knots? No way, Barnes.
The Reds don't have anything that fast.
Checked it twice. I mean, it's a real unique signature.
No cavitation. No reactor noise.
It doesn't even sound like screws.
What the hell is it?
I'll tell you what it's not. It's not one of ours.
Sir, contact changing to heading
214.
Speed,
80 knots.
Still diving. Depth 900 feet.
Port clearance 150 feet from the cliffwall, sir.
It's getting tight in here.
We can still give him a haircut.
Helm, come right to... 069.
Down five degrees.
Coming right 069. Down five degrees. Aye.
Port side clearance 120 feet. Narrowing 75.
Sir, we have a proximity warning light.
It's too damn close! We gotta back off.
Sir, range to contact 200.
Contact just jinked to bearing 260 and accelerated to...
to 130 knots, sir.
Nothin' goes 130.
Sir, range to contact 100 yards.
80 yards, sir!
60!
It's turbulence! We're in its wake!
Helm, all stop! Full right rudder.
Hydraulic failure. Planes not responding, sir.
Auxiliary power. Monitors back.
Hydraulics restored, sir.
Oh, my God!
Fire in sonar!
Collision alarm!
Fire control to sonar!
Let's get outta here!
- Lighten her up, Charlie! - Port torpedo room is flooded, sir!
Blow all tanks! Blow all the tanks! Blow everything!
All back full!
Answering, all back full!
Give me a damage report! What's our depth?
Passing 1400, sir.
Main forward tanks are ruptured!
Still descending, sir!
1450.
Passing 1500, sir.
Still descending.
- We're too deep to pump auxiliaries. - Passing 1550. Still descending.
- We're losin' her! - Passing 1600, sir,
- and still descending! - Launch the buoy.
Passing 1650.
- Passing 1700, sir. - Launching!
Come on! Give me your hand!
Get the door closed!
Benthic Explorer, Salvor One on final. Over.
Copy you, Salvor One. This is Benthic Explorer.
You're cleared to land.
Hey! They're coming.
This... could get pretty ugly.
Yeah.
Does not look good at all.
Oh, no. Look who's with them.
The queen bitch of the universe.
Sonny, how you doin'?
I've got two more welds on this bypass valve.
No light from the surface.
- How deep are they? - McBride?
1700 feet.
- I need them to go below 2,000. - No problem. They can do that.
So that's it? You just cheerfully turn the whole thing over to the goon squad?
Look, I was told to cooperate. I'm cooperating.
Kirkhill, you're pathetic.
Get Brigman on the line.
Deepcore, this is Benthic.
Man, if Bud goes along with this,
they're gonna have to shoot her with a tranquilliser gun.
- Roger. - Hippy, get me Bud.
Catfish, get them old bones up here and give me a hand.
Hang on. I'll be up there in a second.
Hey, you guys are milkin' that job.
Yeah, it's just because we love freezing our butts off out here for you so much.
Bring me another hammer!
- Hey, Bud! - Yeah!
Hippy's on the bitch box!
It's a call from topside. That new company man.
- Kirkhill? - Yeah.
That guy don't know his butt from a rat hole.
Perry, square away this mud hose and get rid of some of these empty sacks.
- It's starting to look like my apartment. - You got it, boss!
- Bud, pick up the topside line. Urgent. - I'm coming!
I'm coming! Jesus! Keep your pantyhose on!
Brigman here.
Yeah, Kirkhill. What's goin' on?
Yeah, I'm calm.
I'm a calm person. Is there some reason why I shouldn't be calm?
What?
I am on last feed now.
Can you get that goddamn hippys hit music off the comm line, please?
I'm almost done with the shut-off valve.
Sonny, I'm right behind you with the next fitting.
Hang on a second.
- OK, give it to me. - Here you go.
Thanks, sweetie.
All divers, drop what you're doin'. Everybody out of the pool.
I mean everybody right now. Sonny, One Night, let's go.
Damn it. We just got out here.
There was a time when I would asked why.
- Get a move on! - Shit, woman!
Deepcore, Deepcore. This is Flatbed preparing to surface.
Roger, Flatbed. Come on up.
All rig personnel assemble at the moon pool.
Everybody get to sub-bay. ASAP.
Come on. Let's get his hat off.
- Take it off. - What the hell's goin' on?
- How come we got recalled? - The hell if I know.
I got it.
- What's the drift, partner? Why are we up? - Just follow standard procedure.
Flog your dog till somebody tells you what's happenin'.
- What's the story, boss? - Folks, listen up!
We just been told to shut down the hole and prepare to move the rig.
- Oh, shit! - What?
We've received an invitation to, um, cooperate in a matter of national security.
Now you know as much as I do.
Get your gear off and get to control. We've got a briefing in ten minutes.
Come on! Let's move it!
At 09-22 local time today an American nuclear submarine,
the USS Montana, with 156 men aboard, went down
- about 22 miles from here. - Damn!
There's been no contact with the sub since then. The cause of the incident is not known.
Your company has authorised the navy's use of this facility
for a rescue operation code-named Operation Salvor.
- You want us to search for the sub? - No. We know where it is.
But she's in 2,000 feet of water and we can't reach her.
We need divers to enter the sub and search for survivors... if any.
Don't you have your own stuff for this?
By the time we get our submersibles here, the storm'll be on us.
You can get your rig in and be on site in 15 hours. That makes you our best option.
Why should we risk our butts for something like this?
I have been authorised to offer you all special bonuses
equivalent to three times normal dive pay.
Yes, sir, buddy!
For triple time, I'd eat Beany!
Set me on fire and put me out with horse piss.
I don't know what kind of deal you made with the company,
but my people are not qualified for this. We're oil workers.
Shut up! Hold it down.
This is Lieutenant Coffey.
He will transfer down to you with a SEAL team and supervise the operation.
Send down whoever you like, but I'm the tool pusher on this rig.
When it comes to the safety of these people, there's me and then God.
Understand? If things get dicey,
I'm pulling the plug.
I think we're all on the same wavelength, Brigman.
Now, let's get the wellhead uncoupled, shall we?
Let's take it about five degrees left, all right?
Roger. Five degrees left, Bud.
Plot these numbers to our position. I need to know when the leading edge will hit.
Well, it's official. They're calling it Hurricane Frederick.
And it's gonna be making ourlives
- real interesting in a few hours. - Fred?
I don't know, man. I think hurricanes should be named after women, don't you?
- I can't believe you're letting them do this. - Hi, Lins!
I thought you were in Houston.
I was. Now I'm here.
- Only here isn't where I left it, is it, Bud? - Wasn't up to me.
We were that close to proving a submersible drilling platform could work.
- I can't believe you let them grab my rig! - Your rig?
- I designed the damn thing. - Benthic Petroleum paid for it.
So as long as they're holding the pink slip, I go where they tell me.
I had a lot riding on this. They bought you, didn't they? More like rented you cheap!
I'm switchin' off now.
Bye-bye.
Oh, OK. Virgil, you wiener! You never could stand up to a fight!
Bye-bye.
Virgil?
God, I hate that bitch!
Probably shouldn't have married her, then, huh?
Get it stable!
Cab 3. You're clear to launch.
Hang on, gentlemen.
Touchdown! Crowd goes wild!
Explorer, this is Cab 3. We are styling.
- How you boys doin' back there? - Great.
Explorer, this is Cab 3. Starting our descent along the umbilical.
- Roger that, Cab 3. Good luck. - Luck is not a factor.
- Hey, One Night. How you doin'? - I got a white line fever, baby.
Yeah, I heard that.
Deepcore, Deepcore.
- This is Cab 3 on final approach. - Roger, Cab 3. Is that you, Lindsey?
None other.
Oh, no!
Howdy, boys!
Hey, Lindsey!
I'll be damned!
Y'all shouldn't be down here, sweet thing. You might ruin your stockings.
The bad news is we got eight hours in this can blowin' down.
And the worse news is it's gonna take us three weeks
- to decompress later. - We've all been fully briefed, Mrs Brigman.
Just don't call me that, OK? I hate that.
All right. What would you like us to call you?
Sir?
There we go!
Y'all start equalisin'... now!
Let's watch each other closely for signs of HPNS.
High pressure nervous syndrome. Muscle tremors, usually in the hands first.
- Nausea, excitability... - Disorientation.
And a partridge in a pear tree.
About one person in 20 can't handle it. They just go buggo.
Look, they've all made runs to this depth.
- They checked out. - I understand that.
What I'm saying is it's impossible to predict
- just who's susceptible. - They checked out.
- These guys the SEALs? - Yeah.
Those guys ain't so tough. I've fought guys plenty tougher than them.
Now we get to hear how you could have been a contender?
Hey!
- You see this? - Yeah.
They used to call this the hammer.
Y'all done to a turn and ready to serve.
Everybody OK?
- They're really very sweet. - Yeah.
Hey! I don't remember putting a wall here. How you doin', Jammer?
- Pretty good. How are you, little lady? - I'm OK.
I want a full check on their gear.
These guys are about as much fun as a tax audit.
Hippy, you're gonna give that rat a disease.
Hi, Lins!
Well, well. Mrs Brigman.
Not for long.
You never did like being called that, did you?
Not even when it meant something.
- Is that One Night in Flatbed? - Yeah. Who else? Here. Say hi.
- Hey, One Night. It's Lindsey. - Oh, hi, Lindsey.
Obstacle-avoidance is showin' a rise out about 100m. What do you wanna do?
I can't believe you were dumb enough to come down here.
Now you're stuck here for the storm.
- That was dumb, hot rod. Real dumb. - I didn't come down here to fight with you.
Yeah, well...
Then why did you come down?
You need me. Nobody knows the systems on this rig better than I do.
Once you're disconnected, you guys are on your own for however long this storm lasts.
What if something was to happen after the surface support clears off?
Wow, you're right. Us poor dumb old boys might've had to think for ourselves.
It could've been a disaster.
- You wanna know what I think? - Jesus! Look where this thing is set.
- You wanna know what I think? - Not particularly.
- I think you were worried about me. - Then that must be it.
No, seriously. I think you were. Come on. It's OK.
It's OK. You can admit it.
I was worried... about the rig.
I've got over four years invested in this project.
Yeah. You only had three years invested in me.
Well, you have to have priorities.
It's kind a messy, but I guarantee you it's the only bunk that won't be occupied.
You can get a couple of hours rest before we get there.
What are you still wearing that for?
I don't know.
Divorce ain't final.
Forgot to take it off.
I haven't worn mine in months.
Yeah.
Well, "what's his name" wouldn't like it. The suit.
Do you always have to call him that?
The suit. Makes you sound like such a hick.
His name is Michael.
How is Michael, then? Mr Brooks Brothers.
Mr BMW.
You still seeing him?
No.
No, I haven't seen him in a few weeks.
Terribly sorry. What happened?
Why are you doing this? This is none of your business!
It's not a part of your life any more.
I'll tell you what happened.
You woke up one morning in those satin sheets,
rolled over, and there was this good-looking guy.
Well-groomed, expensive watch on.
And you realised "This guy never makes me laugh."
That's it, Bud. That's it! Aren't you clever? Jesus! You're clever!
You should start your own talk show! Ask Dr Bud.
Advice to the lovelorn from 300 fathoms.
Thank you. Thank you.
Oh, shit!
- Cuttin' you loose, Bud. - OK, One Night. Stay clear.
We're setting her down.
Touchdown!
This is us, sitting right on the edge of the Cayman Trough.
This is the Montana. 300m away, 70m below us.
We think she slid down the wall and now sits here on this outcropping.
So we're gonna have to drop straight down... here and...
This tell us how much radiation we're gettin'?
Whoa! I'm not going near no radiation! No way!
- Hippy, you pussy. - What good is the money,
six months later your dick drops off?
We'll take readings as we go. If the reactor's breached,
the warheads have released any radioactive debris, we'll just back off.
- It's that simple. - OK.
OK. Hippy's not going, so, McWhirter, you can run Little Geek.
Goddamn it! You know McWhirter can't run an ROV worth shit!
Then you'd better go.
I'll go.
What is your problem? On this dive
you'll do absolutely nothing without direct orders from me.
And you'll follow those orders without discussion. Is that clear?
I want everyone ready to get wet in 15 minutes.
- Gimme a hand loading Little Geek. - Let's get suited up.
Hey, guys! Hold it a second.
Hold it!
Whoa!
Look...
..it's 3 a.m. These guys are running on bad coffee and about four hours of sleep.
Maybe you could cut them some slack.
- I can't afford slack. - You come on my rig, you don't talk to me,
and you start ordering my people around. It's not gonna work.
You gotta know how to handle these people. We got a certain way of doing things here.
I'm not interested in your way of doing things. Just get your team ready to dive.
These guys have got no sense of humour.
Bud, do you know your hand is blue?
Finler, why don't you just shut up and put your gear on?
Keep it coming.
Hippy, throw me one of them cyalumes, please.
- Good. - Excuse me.
- What is all this stuff? - Fluid breathing system. We just got them.
- You use it when you go really deep. - How deep?
- Deep. - How deep?
It's classified.
You breathe liquid so you can't get compressed.
- The pressure doesn't get you. - You mean you got liquid in your lungs?
Oxygenated, fluorocarbon
- emulsion. - Bullshit!
Check this out.
- Can I borrow your rat? - What are you doin'?
You're gonna... You're gonna kill her!
- It's OK. I've done this myself. - Man! You're just drowning her?
He's gonna be fine. I've breathed this myself.
- It's gonna be fine. - No, man. She's gonna drown!
- She's freaking out! - It's a normal adjustment period.
Does this look normal to you? She's gonna drown!
He's taking the fluid into his lungs.
There he goes. Still has a bit of anxiety here.
Now he's starting to relax. He's breathing fine. See his chest moving?
- He's getting plenty of oxygen. - Damn rat's breathing that shit.
That is, no bullshit, hands down, the goddamnedest thing I ever saw.
The fluid's harder to push in and out than air. It's a little more work to breathe.
But he's doing fine. He's diggin' it.
She's doin' it. She ain't diggin' it. All right, let her out now!
- Now! - OK. All right.
OK. Now we let the fluid drain from his lungs.
All right. Give her here. Give her here.
Here's your rat.
- See? He's fine! - It's a she.
Going over the wall.
Coming to bearing 065.
Flatbed, you on line?
Ten-four, Lindsey. We read you loud and clear.
Starting our descent. Divers, how you doin'?
Everybody's OK so far.
Hang on, boys. It's all downhill from here.
- Hey, how deep's the drop-off here? - This here's the bottomless pit, baby.
Two and a half miles straight down.
Cab 3, it's Bud. You on line?
Cab 3 check.
I'm right behind you.
Cab 1, do you see it yet?
Magnetometer's twitching, but I don't see anything yet.
Hang on. I'm gonna test my strobes.
Cab 1, do you have a visual?
- Cab 1, do you copy? - Yeah.
Roger that. Found it.
Cab 1, radiation readings?
Neutron counter's not showing much.
All right. Just continue forward along the hull.
Copy that. Continuing forward. You want me to get shots of everything, yes?
Roger that. Document as much as you can.
But, please, keep moving. Remember, we're on a tight time line.
Copy that.
Coming up to the midships hatch. Do you see it, Cab 3?
Yeah, roger. I got it.
- How do you want me? - Just hold above it.
- Roger. Holding. - OK. It's all yours, Lieutenant.
- All right, A Team. - Let's do it.
OK. Perry, Hippy.
- Let's get that ROV launched. - OK. We're on it, boss.
Go!
Little Geek is on the case.
Monk here, sir. We got the midships outer hatch open.
Entering escape trunk.
Inner hatch looks intact.
It's flooded. All right. I'm gonna open her up.
OK. Get in there.
- Roger. Somebody get on that tether. - Got it.
Sorry about this, little buddy, but better you than me. You know what I mean?
Coffey, these are the missile hatches, right?
That's right. It looks like a couple of the hatches have sprung.
Radiation's nominal. Warheads must still be intact.
How many are there?
24 Trident missiles. Eight MIRVs per missile.
That's 192 warheads, Coffey.
How powerful are they?
Your MIRV is a tactical nuke. 50 kilotons nominal yield.
Say... five times Hiroshima.
Jesus Christ!
It's World War III in a can.
Let's knock off the chatter.
OK. I'm headin' into the reactor compartment.
- Getting a reading? - It's twitching.
But it's below the line you said was safe.
All right. Let's get in there.
Flatbed, drop down starboard of the sail and stay along the cliffedge.
OK. Copy that.
Keep heading for the bow.
OK, Flatbed. This looks good.
Just set it down here.
- We're solid. - Let's go.
All right. Let's go.
OK. Let's just take its low and easy goin' in.
Don't take any chances.
Where are we, Coffey?
This is the forward berthing compartment. This way.
- You guys OK? Cat? Jammer? - Right behind you, Bud.
Check your gauges.
How's your O2?
- I'm OK. - Yeah, gauges are good.
OK.
16 minutes to go.
Jammer here. CO2 is up.
- Breathe slower, buddy. - OK.
Come on. Let's keep up.
All right. Up this way to the control centre.
It's jammed! Gimme a hand!
Get up here with that pry bar.
It's moving. Pull!
Jesus!
All right! We knew we were gonna see this.
Just move on.
- Jesus! - Come on, Jammer. Let's go.
OK. Let's stay cool.
Everybody stay cool.
We can't help these guys, but we might find somebody further in.
Stay here.
Hey, Jammer. You OK?
- How you guys doin'? - I'm dealin'.
Triple time sounded like a lot of money, Bud. It ain't.
We're here. Let's get it done, OK?
Brigman, take your men and continue aft.
Split up into two teams.
Come on. Let's get moving. We headback in 14 minutes.
Let's go.
You OK, Jammer?
Yeah, I'm fine.
- What's this? - Should be the missile launch control centre.
- Don't touch anything. - No.
This way.
I'm right behind you.
- Still with me, Jammer? - Where are we?
Missile compartment. Those are the launch tubes.
Shit!
Hey, Jammer.
Hey!
Hey! You OK?
Deep and slow, big guy.
- Deep and slow. Just breathe easy. - Everybody's dead!
- They're all dead! - OK. I'm taking you back out. Let's go.
I'm OK.
I just can't go any further in.
OK, Jammer. No problem. You stay right here.
I've gotta check out this compartment, all right?
We'll stay in voice contact. You hold onto the end of this rope here.
You have any problem whatsoever, you tug twice.
- I got it. - Pull it hard. Five more minutes.
Just relax, all right? You'll be OK.
- It's OK. - Be right back.
You still readin' me OK, big guy?
Read you fine, Bud.
OK. Just a few more minutes.
There's a couple of compartments up ahead that might have air.
- OK. No problem. - We gotta be sure, right?
Hang on, Jammer. Just hold onto that...
Shit!
Bud? Can you hear me?
Bud?
Goddamn it!
Oh, Jesus!
Bud, is that you?
Hang on, Jammer.
Lew! Cat! Hurry up, on the double!
I'm on my way!
Jammer!
- What's the problem? - He's convulsing!
It's his mixture! Too much oxygen!
Gotta get the O2 cut down! Turn him over!
Crank it down, man! You're losing him!
All right. We've gotta get him outta here! Let's go. Let's move it.
Easy, big fella.
That's it.
One Night, do you see the divers?
- Are they out yet? - Negative, Lindsey.
Haven't seen hide nor hair. Let's give them two minutes more max
and then I'll sound the diver recall...
Lindsey, do you copy?
Meet me at Flatbed! This is a diver emergency!
- Lins, do you copy! - Yeah, copy you, Bud. I'm on my way.
Look, I'm just a medic.
Which is mostly about patching holes. This type of thing, it's...
There's not much I can do.
The coma could last hours or days.
So you didn't get anything on the cameras?
No, I didn't get a picture of it.
- What about the video? - No.
We lost power right then.
Look, I just don't wanna talk about this, OK?
Fine. Be that way.
Look, I don't know what I saw, Bud, OK?
Coffey wants to call it a Russian submersible - fine.
It's a Russian submersible. No problem.
Yeah, but you think it was something else.
What?
One of ours?
No.
Well, whose then?
Come on, Lindsey. Talk to me.
Look, Jammer saw something down there.
- Something that scared the hell out of him. - His mixture got screwed up.
Jammer panicked. He pranged his regulator and his mixture got screwed up.
But what did he see that made him panic?
Well, what do you think he saw?
I don't know.
- Did any of you see it? - No, sir. The Brigman woman saw it.
Could have been a Russian bogey.
CINCLANTFLT's gonna go apeshit.
Two Russian attack subs, a Tango and a Victor, were tracked to within 50 miles of here.
And now they don't know where the hell they are. OK.
I don't have any choice. I'm confirming you to go to Phase Two.
You'll recover one warhead, arm it, and wait for further instructions.
- Have we got a problem with that? - Negative, sir.
Come on!
- What'd he say? - Turn it up, bozo!
..early reports that the Montana encountered a Soviet fast attack sub prior to its sinking
and the Kremlin continues to deny any involvement.
That's us! That's us, man!
Benthic Petroleum are participating in the recovery operation,
but we have little information.
We want names!
Hey, that's the Explorer! We're famous!
There is a tremendous amount of activity.
With Cuba only 80 miles away, the massive build-up of American forces
has drawn official protest from Havana and Moscow.
Russian and Cuban trawlers, undoubtedly surveillance vessels,
have been circling the area
- and Soviet aircraft have been warned away. - This sucks!
- Hippy, what's the matter with you? - What's the matter with me? Nothing!
We're in the middle of some international incident
- like the Cuban Missile Crisis! - Figured that out for yourself, Hip?
We got Russian subs creeping around.
Anything goes wrong, they could say whatever they want happened.
Relax, will you? You're making the women nervous.
- Cute, Virgil. - You know,
those SEALs ain't tellin' us diddly. Something is goin' on!
- Come on, come on. - Hippy, you think everything's a conspiracy.
Everything is.
Coffey's splitting with Flatbed!
I showed him how to work the controls and they're outta here!
- Didn't you tell him we need it? - Yeah!
- Where the hell is he takin' it? - I have no idea!
Shit!
Coffey! Come back! We need
the big arm to unhook the umbilical.
There's a goddamn hurricane coming!
- He switched off. - It's unbelievable.
Go back down and tell those men to get below and stay there!
We need to get unhooked and get out of here now!
- All right. Do it, then. - No problem, except your boys
went sightseeing with Flatbed. My people need Flatbed to get unhooked at their end.
- Back in two hours. - Two hours?!
We're gonna get the shit kicked out of us by our pal Fred in two hours!
OK. Set cold tab fitting to 200psi.
- Set. - There she goes.
- She's breakin' loose. - Bringin' her up.
OK.
All right.
Clear the hatch.
Go on with it.
Go on. That's it. Up.
Sir, the missile looks intact.
Little is known about the events leading up to the collision.
The US Navy guided missile cruiser Appleton
apparently struck the Soviet Udaloy class destroyer in low visibility conditions.
In violent seas, little hope remains for over 100 Russian crewmen,
still missing after the sinking an hour ago. Soviet military spokesmen
have claimed that the collision constituted an unprovoked attack.
- This was denied by... - Bud, this is big time.
..who said that Captain Michael Sweeney...
- OK. It's clear. - It's all yours, sir.
I'm gonna swing it away and drop it.
Check. OK.
Bypass the ground connection on the separation sequencer.
- Got it? - Separation sequencer disconnected.
Remove explosive bolts one through six
- in counterclockwise sequence. - Check. Removing bolt one.
Negotiators have walked out of the Strategic Arms Limitation Talks
in protest over the incident this morning.
The deterioration of relations with the United States...
Soviet build-up of tanks and aircraft has continued.
..this morning, all US and NATO military forces have been put on full alert.
It's on every channel.
Well, you just feel so helpless.
You can see it coming, but what can you do?
What can anyone do?
Hey, I mean, they love their kids too.
So why are we doing this?
If it happens, it happens.
There's nothing I can do about it, right?
I just don't think about it.
All right! Let's get their gear off! Then clear the sub! We gotta get it outta here!
Come on, let's go! Let's move it! One Night, you're up!
Get ready to roll, baby!
- Don't touch that! Just back away. - Excusez-moi!
Hey, Coffey. We're a little pressed for time.
Prick.
This ain't no drill, Slick. Make me proud.
Piece of cake, baby.
What's the problem, One Night?
All hell must be breaking loose up there. This cable's pissin' me off!
- I can't get a grip on it. - Well, keep tryin', baby. Just keep tryin'.
Son of a bitch!
Shit! We got a problem!
- What's going on? - We're losing number two thruster!
Bearing's going!
It's not holding! We're swinging out of position here!
Jesus!
Shit!
The rig is movin'!
Yeah, I can see that. Topside! Pay out some slack! We're gettin' dragged!
Down on number one winch! Down on one!
We're headed for the drop-off!
What the hell...? We just lost all the topside feeds!
Shit! Get them on the UQC.
- Any damage on the hull? - Bud!
- We lost the crane! - Say again. What?
The crane! We've lost the crane!
It's on its way down to you!
All right, everybody! Everybody rig for impact!
Close all the exterior hatches! Let's move it! Let's go! Go!
- Wait! - Get in here!
- What the hell is goin' on around here?! - I don't know!
You two help secure the rig! Let's go!
One Night! Get the hell outta there! The crane's comin' down!
I'm OK. I'm clear, Bud.
I've got it! It's headed straight for us!
Oh, shit!
- Oh, God... - No!
Bud?
Grab onto something!
Jesus!
- Battery room's flooding! Let's go! - Cat, put that out!
- Bud! The drill room's floodin'! - Get back down there!
Go! I'll take the battery room!
Jesus!