Deepcore, this is Cab 1. Do you read?
Deepcore, Deepcore, this is Cab 1. Over.
I'm not getting any answer!
And we're flooding like a son of a bitch.
Yeah. You noticed?
You did OK back there, Virgil.
- I was fairly impressed. - Yeah, well, not good enough.
- We still gotta catch Big Geek. - Yeah, well, not in this thing.
Deepcore, Deepcore, this is Cab 1. Over.
Try it again.
Deepcore, this is Cab 1. We need a...
You all right?
Yeah.
Well, that's that.
Yeah, wonderful.
There's some light comin' from somewhere. Off to the right.
Yeah, that's the rig.
It's a good 60, 70 yards, I'd say.
Well, they'll come after us.
Yeah, but it's gonna take them a while to get here. We gotta get this flooding stopped.
- Can you see where it's coming in? - Yeah. Can you hold the lamp?
There's a busted fitting behind this panel. Problem is I don't think I can get to it.
- You got any tools? - Uh, I don't know. I'll have to look around.
Yeah, well, I looked already.
Goddamn it! All I need's a goddamn crescent wrench!
Come on.
Son of a bitch!
OK. Calm down, Bud.
- Calm down. - OK.
OK.
We gotta get you outta here.
- How? - I don't know how.
- All right. We've only got one suit. - We gotta come up with something.
- Oh, my God! I'm freezing! - Come here. Give me your hands.
Listen, you're smart. Think of something. Can't you think of something?
OK. Why don't you swim back to the rig and bring back another suit?
That'll take me about seven or eight minutes to swim, get the gear, and come back.
I wouldn't make it. By the time I got back, you'd be...
OK.
Let's look around. Let's look. Oh, my God!
Is that working?
Shit!
All right.
Here. You put this on.
- No! Are you growing gills all of a sudden? - Don't argue with me, goddamn it!
- This is not an option, so forget about it! - Lindsey, shut up and put this thing on!
- If you'd be logical... - Fuck logic!
Listen to me. You've got the suit on and you're a better swimmer than I am, right?
- Yeah, maybe. - Right? Yes! So I've got a plan.
- What's the plan? - I drown, and you tow me back to the rig.
No!
Yes! This water's only a couple of degrees above freezing.
I'll... go into deep hypothermia. My blood'll go like ice water.
My body systems will slow down. They won't stop.
You tow me back and I can... I can be revived after maybe
- 10 or 15 minutes. - Lins, put this on! You put it on!
It's the only way! You just put this on! Put this on. You know I'm right.
Please! It's the only way. You've got all the... stuff on the rig to do this.
Put this on. Bud, please!
- This is insane. - I know.
Oh, my God.
- Are you OK? - It's the only way.
All right. Here. Hold this.
Son of a bitch. Hold on, Lindsey.
You can do this, you know.
- You can do this. - God, Lins... I...
I know. You can tell me later.
This is maybe not such a good idea!
Oh, my God!
Bud! No!
I can't! Oh, Bud, I'm scared!
No!
I got him!
- Where? - Oh, my God! It's Lindsey.
- Deepcore, do you read? Over. - Yeah, we got you, Bud.
- We're here. - Go to the infirmary.
Get the cart oxygen, defib kit,
adrenaline in a 10cc syringe, and some heating blankets. You got all that?
- Got it. - Meet me at the moon pool and make it fast!
Now! Come on! Let's go!
Hippy, get the hot packs!
Got them!
Here he comes!
- Watch her head. - I got it. I got it.
Watch her feet.
Watch her head comin' down. Watch...
Clear it out. Is she clear?
Get the defib ready. Hurry up, Cat.
OK. Got it.
- OK? - Yeah.
Three one thousand... four one thousand...
Breathe.
One one thousand... two one thousand... three one thousand...
No! You gotta have bare skin or it won't work!
Three one thousand... four one thousand...
Here.
Is that right?
- I got it. - Well, do it!
Breathe!
- Come on! Zap her! - Clear!
- Come on, baby! Oh, Christ! - Nothing.
Breathe.
- I'll jack it up to three hundred. - Do it again, One Night. Zap her again.
It's going, it's going. It's charging.
Charging...
- Now! - Clear!
- Anything? - No pulse.
- Come on, baby! - Charging one more time.
Zap her again. Come on!
- Come on! - Clear!
God! No pulse.
It's flat. Goddamn! It's flat.
Get outta here.
One, two, three, four, five one thousand.
One, two, three, four... breathe!
Come on, baby. One one thousand, two one thousand,
three one thousand, four one thousand...
Come on, baby. One one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand...
Come on, baby! Breathe! Come on! Two one thousand, three one thousand...
Bud...
It's all over, man.
It's all over.
I'm sorry.
No pulse.
No!
No, she has a strong heart! She wants to live!
Come on, Lins! Come on, baby!
- Zap her again! Do it! - Charging.
Do it!
Clear.
Clear!
Get outta here!
Come on. Breathe, baby. Goddamn it! Breathe!
Goddamn it, you bitch! You never backed away from anything in your life! Now fight!
Fight!
Right now! Do it!
Fight, goddamn it!
Fight!
Lins? That's it, Lindsey.
That's it, Lins. You can do it.
That's it, Lins. Come on back, baby. Come on.
You can do it, baby.
Get her some air.
Breathe.
You did it, ace!
God!
Make sure her heart's OK.
Big boys don't cry, remember?
Hi, lady.
Hi, tough guy.
I guess it worked, didn't it?
Yeah. Of course it did.
You're never wrong, are you?
How you feelin'?
I feel better.
What did you do to me?
Next time it's your turn, OK?
Yeah, you got that right.
These are so your eyes can focus in the breathing fluid. How's that feel?
If you can't see, you can't disarm the bomb.
OK. With this much weight, you're gonna fall like a brick.
We've still got about an hour, so you should get there in plenty of time.
When you get down there, all you gotta do is cut a wire, drop the weights and come home.
- Hand me that wrench. - Maybe I oughta check everything.
That's loose. I'll fix that up.
Bud, you don't have to do this.
Somebody's gotta do it.
It doesn't have to be you.
Who then?
So, what, I can hear you but I can't talk, right?
The fluid prevents the larynx from making sound. Excuse me.
- It'll feel a little strange. - Yeah, no shit.
I gotta warn you all... I'm a pretty lousy typist.
The moment of truth.
Come on. Let's go.
Easy.
- I need it in the front a little bit. - OK.
- Thank you. - You got it.
- Set. - Clamp?
Set.
OK, let's rock and roll!
Crack it.
Headset, please.
- OK. - Relax now, Bud. Just relax.
- Bud. - Relax now, Bud.
Watch me.
OK? Watch me. Watch me.
Don't hold your breath. Take it in.
Just let yourself take it in. Take it in.
That's it. Don't hold your breath now. There you go.
Don't hold your breath. Take it in. That's it.
- There you go. - Bud!
This is not normal!
It's normal! It'll pass in a second! It's perfectly normal!
- It's not normal. - It's perfectly normal.
We all breathe liquid for nine months, Bud. Your body will remember. That's it.
That's it.
- Perfectly normal. - Christ! He's breathing!
Give me that.
- Can you hear me? - There he goes.
Yes? OK. Bud...
Try your keypad.
I already have.
Great.
Let's go!
- Hippy, you got that? - Hold on, Jammer.
Easy.
Watch out. Watch his back. Watch the back.
Careful.
I redid Little Geek's chip the same as Big Geek!
It should take you straight there!
All you have to do is hang on!
What's his depth?
- 3200 feet. - Your depth is 3200 feet.
You're doing fine. Now, you better watch out for crane wreckage.
You should be almost to it.
4800 feet. It's official.
Yeah.
Bud, according to Monk here, you just set a record for the deepest suit dive.
Bet you didn't think you'd be doing this when you got up this morning, huh?
One mile down. Still grinnin'.
8500 feet.
8500 feet, Bud.
Everything OK?
Ask him about pressure effects. Tremors, vision problems, euphoria.
Ensign Monk wants to know how you feel.
It's starting. It hits the nervous system first.
Keep talking. Let him hear your voice.
OK, Bud. Your depth is 8900 feet.
- You're doing fine. - No, Lindsey.
Talk to him.
Bud...
There's some... some things I need to say.
It's hard for me, you know.
It's not easy being a cast-iron bitch.
It takes discipline and years of training.
A lot of people don't appreciate that.
Jesus, I'm sorry I can't tell you these things to your face.
I have to wait till you're alone in the dark,
freezing, and there's 10,000 feet of water between us.
I'm sorry. I'm rambling.
Comin' up on the big ten thou.
12,000 feet. Jesus!
- I don't believe he's doin' this! - Hippy!
Shut up! What's wrong with you?
Bud, how are you doing?
Signal's fading.
No! No, Bud, I'm not going away. I'm right here.
Kill everything we don't need. Knock out those exterior lights. Go! Go!
Run it through the digital processor! Cook it as much as you can!
I am right here with you, Bud.
Bud, this is Lindsey.
Please. I'm right here with you.
OK? So try and stay calm. I'm right here, all right?
Bud.
He's losing it.
- Talk to him. Keep him with us. - Comin' up on 16,000 feet.
No, Bud, it's the pressure, all right?
You have to listen to my voice. You have to try.
Concentrate, all right? Just listen to my voice. Please.
17,000 feet.
Christ almighty, this is insane.
Bud? I'm not getting anything!
- Whoa! Come on! No! - What?
- Little Geek just folded. - Jesus.
He can still make it.
OK.
Bud?
I know how alone you feel.
Alone in all that... cold... blackness.
But I'm there in the dark with you. Oh, Bud. You're not alone.
Oh, God!
You remember that time...
You were pretty drunk. You probably don't remember.
The power went out in that little apartment we had on Orange Street.
We were staring at that one little candle and I said something really dumb like...
.."That candle is me, like...
like every one of us is out there alone in the dark in this life."
And you just... you just lit up another candle and you put it beside mine,
and you said "No. See, that's me. That's me."
And we stared at the two candles and then...
Well, if you remember any of this, I'm sure you remember the next part.
But there are two candles in the dark.
I'm with you.
I'll always be with you, Bud. I promise that.
How you doin', partner?
You still with us? Come back.
You talk to us, Buddy boy.
- Come on. - Bud?
Talk to me, Bud.
Now, come on. You hangin' in there?
You have to talk to me, Bud! Please!
I need to know if you're OK.
You... you see light?
What kind of light, Bud?
He's hallucinating badly.
- He made it. - Oh, my God.
OK, Bud.
We'll go step by step.
Remove the detonator housing by unscrewing it
counterclockwise.
All right, Bud. You have to cut
the ground wire. Not the lead wire.
It's the blue wire with the white stripe.
Not, I repeat,
not the black wire with the yellow stripe.
Quiet! Save your air.
Bud, give me a reading of your liquid oxygen gauge.
What?
- It took him 30 minutes to get there! - Bud! Do you hear me?
You drop your weights and start back now!
That gauge could be wrong. Do you hear me?
Just drop your weights and start back now! Your gauge could be wrong!
You drop your weights and start back now!
You won't stay there. You drop your weights. You can breathe shallow! Do you hear me?
Bud, please listen to me! Please! Goddamn it!
You dragged me back from that bottomless pit!
You can't leave me here alone now. Please!
Oh, God, Virgil! Please!
Please!
I love you.
Howdy.
How are you guys doin'?
Attempts to convene a summit between heads of state have collapsed...
The Soviet build-up of tanks and aircraft has...
All citizens to stay on their jobs, restrict unnecessary travel...
..what officials are calling an unprovoked attack.
Oh, shit!
Across the country, National Guard units have been mobilised
and all civil defence volunteers have been called to full-time duty.
You watch our TV. That's what you're telling me.
- You know what's going on up there. - Seismologists are reporting
an enormous disturbance throughout the world's oceans
which apparently began about 15 minutes ago.
They are acoustic shock waves like tsunamis, but with no apparent seismological source.
The waves are propagating towards the shore lines of every continent.
- I'm sorry. That's... - Dr Berg, would you please...
Young lady. Young lady, listen to me.
I don't know. We don't know what's going on yet. We don't have a clue.
The horizon has already grown dark.
People are running everywhere. It's sheer panic.
Stay on me!
The wave... the wave is, I don't know, maybe 1,000 feet high already.
Getting bigger as I'm watching,
still miles out.
- My God! - Get outta here!
No! Stay! We're staying!
Give it to me, then!
I don't even know if I'm still broadcasting. I can't be sure.
I'll just keep going as long as I can.
You guys are doing this.
You guys are doing this, right? You can control water.
That's your technology, but why are you doing this?
OK. That's enough. I get the point!
How do you know
they're really gonna do it?
Where do you get off passing judgement on us? You can't be sure.
How do you know?
You could've done it.
Why didn't you?
Deepcore, do you read? This is Benthic Explorer. Over.
Do you hear, Deepcore?
Deepcore, do you read? Do you read me, Deepcore?
Deepcore, do you read? This is Benthic Explorer. Over.
Hell, yes, we read! Good of you to join us!
Copy, Deepcore. Hey, I've got them!
How's that storm goin' up there?
It just blew itself out all of a sudden.
Well, hell, son. You'd better get a line down to us.
We're in moderately poor shape down here. We've lost seven people, including Bud.
And we're about out of O2, so whatever you're gonna do...
You make up your mind how to get us outta here?
They're talking about flying in a DSRV from Norfolk.
- I just wish I could've seen it. - OK.
How long's that gonna take?
How do you stop a half-mile-high tidal wave...
Hey...
- Hey! It's Bud! - That's impossible.
- No, it's not. - Do you hear, Deepcore?
Yes!
Wait. We've got a message from Bud.
- Bud? - What's it say?
Here.
It says...
It says "Virgil Brigman back on the air."
"Have some new friends down here."
"Guess they've been here a while."
"They've left us alone, but it bothers them to see us hurting each other."
"Getting out of hand."
"They sent a message. Hope you got it."
I'd say that's a big ten-four, Jack.
"They want us to grow up a bit
and put away childish things."
"Of course, it's just a suggestion."
Looks like you boys might be out of business.
What the hell's goin' on?
One Night, get to sonar.
Good God almighty!
Fellas... I'm gettin' some awful big readings here.
- Something's comin' up the wall! - What is it?
Whatever it is, it's major!
Something is definitely going on down there.
Active is pinging back something really big. It's huge!
- It's coming up underneath us. - Where?
Where? It's everywhere! There! Starboard bow!
There! Look!
Help, Cat!
We should be dead. We didn't decompress.
They must have done something to us.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, I think you could say that.
Hi, Brigman.
Hi, Mrs Brigman.