[Sonar Pinging]
Sixty 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.
- [Turns Up Volume] - [Hum Resonating]
What the hell is it?
I'll tell you what it's not. It's not one of ours.
Sir, contact changing to heading 2-1-4,
Speed:
Eighty knots.
Eighty knots,
Still diving, Depth, 900...
Still diving. Depth, 900 feet.
Port clearance, 150 feet from the cliff wall, sir.
- It's getting tight in here. - Yeah?
We can still give 'em a haircut.
Helm, come right to 0-6-niner, down five degrees.
Coming right 0-6-niner, down five degrees, aye,
Port side clearance, 120 feet. Narrowing to 75.
- [Alarm Beeping] - Sir, we have a proximity warning light.
It's too damn close. We gotta back off.
[Barnes] Sir, range to contact, 200,
Contact just jinked to bearing 2-6-0 and accelerated to...
to 130 knots, sir.
Nothin' goes 130.
Sir, range to contact, 100 yards.
Eighty yards, sir!
Sixty!
It's turbulence. We're in its wake.
Helm, all stop. Full right rudder.
Hydraulics failure. Planes not responding, sir.
Hydraulics restored, sir.
Oh, my God.
- [Grunts] - [Man Shouting]
Collision alarm! Collision alarm!
Fire control to sonar!
Let's get out of here!
- Lighten her up, Charlie! - 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?
[Hull Scraping Sides]
Passing 1,400, sir.
Main's forward tanks are ruptured!
Still descending, sir,
1,450.
Passing 1,500, sir.
Still descending,
We're too deep to pump auxiliary.
- Passing 1,650, Still descending, sir, - We're losin' her.
- Passing 1,600, and still descending, - Launch the buoy.
- Passing 1,650, Passing 1,700, sir, - Launching!
[Man Screaming]
[Buoy Beeping]
[Man In Helicopter] Benthic Explorer, Salvor 1 on final.
[Man On Ship] Copy you, Salvor 1, This is Benthic Explorer.
You're cleared to land.
Hey. They're coming.
- This, uh, could get pretty ugly. - Yeah.
It does not look good at all,
Oh, no. Look who's with 'em.
Queen bitch of the universe,
[Man Over Radio] Sonny, how you doing?
I got two more welds on this bypass valve.
No light from the surface, How deep are they?
- McBride? - 1,700 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.
Hippy, get me Bud.
Catfish. Get them old buns up here and give me a hand.
Hang on, I'll be up there in a second,
You guys are milkin' that job.
It's 'cause we love freezin' our butts off out here for you so much.
[Metal Banging]
- Hey, Bud! - Yeah?
Hippy's on the bitch box.
It's a call from Topside. Benthic company man.
- Kirkhill? - Yeah.
That guy don't know his butt from a rat hole.
Harry, do me a favor. Square away this mud hose.
Get rid of these empty sacks. This place is startin' to look like my apartment.
You got it, boss.
[Man On P, A,] Bud, pick up the topside line, urgent,
I'm comin'. I'm comin'. Geez, keep your panty hose on.
[Phone Buzzing]
Brigman here.
Yeah, Kirkhill, what's goin' on?
At 0922 local time today,
an American nuclear submarine, the USS Montana,
with 156 men aboard went down about 22 miles from here.
- Damn. - Been no contact with the sub since,
The cause of the incident is not known,
Your company's authorized the Navy's use of this facility for a rescue operation,
Code name. "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 guys have your own stuff for this kind of thing?
By the time we get our rescue submersibles, storm front will be on us.
You can get your rig in under the storm and be on site in 15 hours,
and that makes you our best option.
Why should we risk our butts for something like this?
I have been authorized to offer special bonuses...
equivalent to three times normal dive pay.
Yes, sir, buddy!
Hell, for triple time, I'd eat Beanie.
They could set me on fire and put me out with horse piddle.
I don't know what kind of deal you made with the company, but my people are not qualified.
- We're oil workers. - This is a paycheck, man!
Shut up! Hold it down.
This is Lieutenant Coffey.
He'll transfer down to you with a SEAL team and supervise the operation.
You can send down whoever you like, but I'm the tool pusher on this rig,
and when it comes to the safety of these people, there's me and then there's God, understand?
If things get dicey, I'm pullin'the plug,
I think we're all on the same wavelength, Brigman.
Now, let's get the wellhead uncoupled, shall we?
All right, let's get ready to move.
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...
Well, it's official, sports fans. They're calling it Hurricane Frederick.
And it's gonna be making our lives real interesting in a few hours.
Fred, huh? I don't know, man,
I think hurricanes should be named after women, don't you?
[Wind Gusting]
- I can't believe you're letting them do this. - Hi, Linds.
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.
Jesus! 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.
And Benthic Petroleum paid for it, so as long as they're holding the pink slip,
[Whistles] I go where they tell me.
I had a lot riding on this, and they bought you, didn't they?
More like rented you cheap!
I'm switchin' off now. Bye-bye.
Oh, okay, 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?
Try to get it settled!
[Man Over Radio] Roger, Cab 3, You're clear to launch,
- Hang on, gentlemen. - [Man] She's clear!
Touchdown. Crowd goes wild.
[Linds] Explorer, this is Cab 3. We are styling.
- How are you boys doing back there? - Great.
Explorer, this is Cab 3 starting our descent along the umbilical.
- [Man] Roger that, Cab 3, Good luck, - Luck is not a factor.
#And I've been from Tucson to Tucumcari #
#Tehachapi to Tonopah #
# Driven every kind of rig that's ever been made #
# Driven the back roads so I wouldn't get weighed ##
[Linds] Deep Core, Deep Core, this is Cab 3 on final approach,
Roger, Cab 3. Is that you, Lindsey?
None other.
Oh, no.
[Metal Banging]
Howdy, boys. Hey, Lindsey. I'll be damned.
Y'all shouldn't be down here, sweet thing, Might ruin your stockings,
[Chuckles]
The bad news is we got eight hours in this can blowing 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, okay? I hate that.
All right. Well, what would you like us to call you?
"Sir"?
Okay, here we go.
Y'all start equalizin'... now.
[Air Hissing]
Let's watch each other closely for signs of H.P.N.S.
High Pressure Nervous Syndrome... muscle tremors, usually in the hands first,
- nausea, increased excitability... - Disorientation...
#And a partridge in a pear tree ##
[Clears Throat] About one person in 20 can't handle it.
They just go "buggo."
Look, they've all made runs to this depth. They're checked out.
I understand that. What I'm saying is that it's impossible...
to predict just who's susceptible...
They're checked out.
- These guys are SEALs? - Yeah. These 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."
Wow.
Y'all are done to a turn and ready to serve.
Everybody okay?
- They're really very sweet. - [Chuckles] Oh, yeah.
Hey! I don't remember putting a wall here. How you doing, Jammer?
- Pretty good. How are you, little lady? - I'm okay.
- I want a full check on that gear. - Yes, sir.
- These guys are about as much fun as a tax audit. - You got that right.
Hippy, you're gonna give that rat a disease,
Hi, Linds,
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.
So, what are you doing down here, hot rod?
You need me. Nobody knows the systems on this rig better than I do.
Once you're disconnected from Explorer, you are on your own for how long this storm lasts.
What if something was to happen after surface support clears? What would you have done?
You're right. Us poor, dumb old boys might've had to think for ourselves.
It could have been a disaster.
- 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.
Seriously, I think you were. Come on.
It's okay. You can admit it.
I was worried about the rig. I've got four years invested in this project.
Yeah. You only had three years invested in me.
Well, you have to have priorities.
Oh, shit.
[One Night] I'm cuttin' you loose, Bud.
[Bud Over Radio] One Night, stay clear, We're settin'her down,
Touchdown!
This is us. We're sitting right on the edge of the Cayman Trough.
This is the Montana,
300 meters away, 70 meters 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.
This tell us how much radiation we're gettin'?
- I'm not going near radiation. No way! - Aw, Hippy, you pussy.
What good is the money? Six months later, your dick drops off.
What is your problem, huh?
On this dive, you'll do absolutely nothing,,,
without direct orders from me, and you'll follow those orders without discussion.
Is that clear?
All right,
I want everyone finished, prepped and ready to get wet in 15 minutes.
Keep it coming.
- Hippy, throw me one of them cyalumes, please. - Yeah, sure.
- Good. 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. Anyway, 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'?
- Hey, no, no, no. - You're gonna kill her!
- It's okay. I've done this myself. - Are you just drownin' her?
She's gonna be fine.
I've breathed this myself. It's gonna be fine.
No, man. She's gonna drown! Look! She's freakin' out!
- Just going through a normal adjustment period, - Does this look normal to you?
- She's gonna drown! - He's taking the fluid into his lungs,
He's taking the fluid into his lungs.
There he goes. There's 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,
Ha, Damn rat's breathin'that shit,
That is no bullshit, hands down, the goddamnedest thing I ever saw.
See, 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.
Let her out now. Now!
Okay. All right.
Okay, now we let the fluid drain from his lungs.
All right. Give her here. Give her. Give her.
Here's your rat.
- See? He's fine, - It's a she.
Going over the wall.
Coming to bearing 0-6-5.
Flatbed, you on line?
[One Night] 10-4, Lindsey, We read you loud and clear,
Starting our descent. Divers, how you doin'?
Everybody's okay so far.
Hang on, boys. It's all downhill from here.
Hey, how deep's the drop-off here?
This here's a bottomless pit, baby... two-and-a-half miles straight down.
[Bud Over Radio] 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 want to test my strobes.
[Coffey Over Radio] Cab 1, do you have a visual?
- Cab 1, do you copy? - Yeah.
Roger that. Found it.
[Coffey] Cab 1, radiation readings,
Neutron counter's not showing much.
All right. Just continue forward and 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.
[Lindsey] Copy that.
Coming up to the midship's hatch. Do you see it, Cab 3?
Yeah, roger. I got it.
- How do you want me? - [Bud] Just hold above it,
- Roger. Holding. - Okay, it's all yours, Lieutenant,
All right, A-team. Let's do it.
Okay, Perry, Hippy, let's get that R.O.V. Launched.
Okay, we're on it, boss. Go.
Little Geek is on the case,
Monk here, sir.
We got the midship's outer hatch open.
Goin' in.
- Coffey, these are the missile hatches, right? - [Coffey] That's right,
Looks like a couple of the hatches have sprung. Radiation's nominal.
Warheads must still be intact.
- How many are there? - 24 trident missiles. 8 MI RVs per missile.
That's 192 warheads, Coffey.
- How powerful are they? - Your MI RV is a tactical nuke.
50 kilotons nominal yield,
say, five times Hiroshima.
- Just set it down here, - Copy that,
There's a breach in the pressure hull. That's where we go in.
- We're solid. - Let's go.
[Bud] All right. Let's go.
Okay, let's just take it slow and easy goin' in.
Don't take any chances.
Where are we, Coffey?
This is the forward berthing compartment. This way.
[Hull Groaning]
[Coffey] Come on. Let's keep up.
All right. Up this way to the control center.
[Straining]
- It's jammed. Give me 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.
Come on, Jammer. Let's go.
[Bud] Okay, let's stay cool,
Everybody stay cool.
We can't help these guys, but we might find somebody further in.
- Hey, Jammer. You okay? - Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
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 'er done.
Brigman, take your men and continue aft.
Split up into two teams.
Come on. Let's get moving. We head back in 14 minutes.
Let's go.
- You still with me, Jammer? - Where are we?
Missile compartment. Those are the launch tubes.
Shit! Shit, shit, shit! [Breathing Heavily]
Hey, Jammer.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! You okay?
Deep and slow, big guy.
Deep and slow. Just breathe easy.
Everybody's dead! They're all dead.
- I'm taking you back out. Let's go. - No!
I'm okay. I'm okay.
- I just can't go any further in. - Okay, Jammer. No problem. You stay right here.
I've got to check out this compartment, all right?
We'll stay in voice contact. You hold on 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. You'll be okay.
- Okay. - Be right back.
[Breathing Heavily]
[Heavy Breathing Continues]
You still readin' me okay, big guy?
[Jammer] Read you fine, Bud,
Okay, just a few more minutes.
There's a couple compartments up ahead that might have air.
- Okay, no problem, - We got to be sure, right?
Hang on, Jammer, You just hold on to that...[Transmission Fades]
Shit! Bud?
Bud, can you hear me? Bud? Bud?
Goddamn it!
[Hyperventilating]
Oh, Jesus!
[Breathing Slows]
Bud, is that you?
[Loud Bang]
Hang on, Jammer.
- [Hyperventilating] - Lew, Cat, hurry up! On the double!
[Lew] I'm on my way,
- Jammer! - [Gurgling]
- What's the problem? - He's convulsing!
It's his mixture. Too much oxygen.
Got to get the O-2 cut down! Turn him over!
Crank it down, man! You're losin' him!
All right. We got to get him out of 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 a diver recall...
[Bud Over Radio] Lindsey, do you copy?
Meet me at Flatbed. This is a diver emergency. Linds, do you copy?
Uh, yeah, copy you, Bud. L-I'm on my way.
Look, I'm just a medic, which is mostly about patchin' holes.
This type of thing, it's... There's not much I can do.
A 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 want to talk about this, okay?
Fine. Be that way.
Look, I don't know what I saw, Bud, okay?
Coffey wants to call it a Russian submersible, fine, it's a Russian submersible.
- No problem. - Yeah, but you think it was somethin' 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.
It could have been a Russian bogey.
Oh, Cinclantfleet's gonna go ape shit.
Two Russian attack subs, a Tango and a Victor, were tracked within 50 miles of here.
Now they don't know where the hell they are, Okay,
[Sighs] I haven't got any choice.
I'm confirming you to go to phase two.
You'll recover one warhead, arm it,,,
and wait for further instructions,
- We got a problem with that? - Negative, sir.
- [Whistles] Better come on. - Turn it up, folks.
Sources have not confirmed any reports that the Montana encountered...
a Soviet fast-attack sub prior to its sinking,
and the Kremlin continues to deny any involvement.
- Oh, that's us. That's us, man. - That's the Explorer.
...off-shore driling rig is apparently participating in the recovery operation.
There is a tremendous amount of activity.
With Cuba only 80 miles away,
the massive buildup 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 repeatedly been warned away, - This sucks.
Hippy, what's the matter with you?
What's the matter with me? Nothing.
We're just in the middle of some big-time international incident,
like the Cuban missile crisis or something.
Figured that out for yourself, did you, Hip?
We got Russian subs creepin' around.
Anything goes wrong, they could say whatever they want happened.
Relax, will you? You're makin' the women nervous.
- Cute, Virgil. - You know, those SEALs ain't telling us diddly.
- Somethin' is going on! - Come on, come on.
Hippy, you think everything's a conspiracy.
Everything is.
Hurry up! Coffey's splitting with Flatbed.
- I showed him how to work the controls, and they're outta here. - Damn it.
- Didn't you tell him we need it right now? - He didn't pay attention.
- Where the hell is he taking it? - I have no idea!
Shit! Coffey! Come back!
We need the big arm to unhook the umbilical.
There's a goddamn hurricane comin'!
- He switched off, - It's unbelievable.
Go back down.
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.
Okay, it's clear.
It's all yours, sir.
- Swing it away and drop it. - Check. Okay.
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.
All right. Let's get their gear off! Then clear the sub.
We got to get it out of 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 are a little pressed for time.
Prick. This ain't no drill, slick. Make me proud.
Piece of cake, baby.
[Loud Banging]
[Bud Over Radio] 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! - [Alarm Beeping]
- What's going on? - We're losing number two thruster!
Bearing's going!
- It's not holding. We're swinging out of position here! - Goddamn it!
- [Metal Scraping] - Ooh! Jesus.
Ah, 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 gettin'dragged!
Bud, we're headed right for the drop-off.
What the hell? We just lost all the topside feeds,
Shit! Get him on the U.Q. C.! 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!
- [Alarm Blaring] - Close all the exterior hatches!
[Bud Over P, A,] Go, go, go, go!
Wait, wait, 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, you hear me? Get the hell out of there! The crane's comin' down!
[Grunts, Groans]
[One Night] I'm okay. I'm clear, Bud.
[Banging]
[Radar Pinging]
I've got it. It's headed straight for us.
[Radar Pinging Faster]
[Banging]
[Relieved Sighs]
Oh, shit.
- Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no. - [Lindsey] Oh, my God!
- Bud! - [Bud] Grab on to something!
Jesus!
[All Grunting]
- [Bud] Battery rooms front. Let's go! - Cat, put that out!
- Bud! - Yeah?
- Drill room's floodin'! - Get back down there!
Go! I'll take the battery room. Jesus!
[Alarm Blaring]
[Panting Heavily]
Shit!
Get out of there! Close the door! Seal the room!
[Door Closing]
Lindsey, let's get out of here!
Whoa!
- [Gasps] - [Squeaking]
[Screaming, Panting]
- [Alarm Blaring] - [Rumbling]
Let's get the hell out of here!
Aaah!
Let's go!
Get the door!
- Aaah! - Jesus!
[Muffled] Bud! Bud!
[Groans]
Finler, cut the hose!
Cut the line to the motor!
I can't open it from out here!
- [Screaming] - Finler, cut the hose!
- [Loud Creak] - Finler!
[Grunting, Coughing]
Hey! Hey!
Come on, Sonny!
Hey, Cat! Help me out, man!
Hang on!
- [Both Grunting] - The hose! Cut the hose!
The line to the motor! Hurry up!
- [Hoses Hiss] - [Grunts]
- Come on, Cat! - [Grunting Continues]
Hurry!
Come on, Sonny, help me out! Come on, push!
Come on, Sonny!
- Let's go! - Come on, let's go! We gotta go, go, go!
Get outta here! Come on, move it!
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go! Get the hatch, Cat!
Get the hatch! Get the hatch!
[All Panting]
[Kisses]
You all right? Everybody okay?
- Yeah, - Yeah. Oh, son of a bitch.
[Whispers] Oh, man.
[Sonny] Benthic Explorer, this is Deep Core 2,
Do you read me?
Benthic Explorer, Benthic Explorer, this is Deep Core.
Do you read me? Over.
Forget it, Sonny. They're gone, man.
Mayday, mayday, mayday.
Hey.
They're gone.
Hey, Jammer.
[Whispering] Jesus,
- Shh! - Wait a second, I got it, I got it,
- I'll do it, - You'll do it yourself,
Find your buddy?
- [Groans] - No.
Tighter. Tighter.
- Brigman. - What?
I was under orders. I had no choice.
How's it goin', Cat?
What's the scoop, Ace?
Well, I can get power to this module in sub bay...
if I reroute these buses,
but I gotta get past the mains, which are a total meltdown.
[Sighs] Bud, there won't be enough to run the heaters.
In a few hours, this place is gonna be as cold as a meat locker.
What about O-2?
Yeah, well, brace yourself.
If we close off the sections we're not using, we have about maybe 12 hours' worth.
Storm's gonna last a lot longer than 12 hours.
Yeah, well, I can maybe extend that. Maybe.
There's some storage tanks outboard next to the wrecked module.
I'll have to go outside, though, and tie onto them.
Hey, Linds.
- Linds. - Yeah?
I'm glad you're here.
[Sighs] Yeah.
I'm not.
[Bud Over Radio] Where are you now, Linds?
I'm under the starboard trimodule.
- Still with me, Hip? - [Hippy Over Radio] Right behind you, Linds,
How's it look?
[Lindsey Over Radio] You guys really screwed up my rig.
There's a lot of wreckage out here.
- Well, don't get fouled. - Hit me with that 9/16, okay?
- Yeah. - Thank you.
[Hippy] Come on, Let's see those muscles,
Bingo, That's one,
Two for two.
- Hey. Hey. - [Static Humming]
Lindsey, do you read me? Over.
Copy you, Hippy. What's the matter?
Oh, shit. The power's jackin' around with us again.
Lindsey, come back.
I just lost video, Lindsey, are you there?
Hippy, do you copy?
- Linds, you copy? - [Radio Static]
Shit.
What the hell... Hippy, do you copy?
Damn it. Bud, do you copy? Over.
Uh, I seem to be having a problem here.
Shit.
Damn it.
[Camera Shutter Clicking]
- That's a great shot, Linds. - You drop your dive line?
Come on, you guys. Come on.
That's the smaller one. You can kinda see how it's zigging around.
- Yeah, whatever it is. - I'm telling you what it is.
- You're just not hearing me. - Now, Lindsey, you...
There is something down there. Something not us.
You could be more... specific.
- Something that zigs. - Not us.
Not human. Get it?
Something nonhuman, but intelligent.
A nonterrestrial intelligence.
- A nonterrestrial intelligence. - Yes.
N.T.I.s. Oh, man, that's better than U.F.O.s.
But that works too, huh? Underwater flying objects.
Are we talking little space friends here?
Hell, yeah! Hot rods of the gods! Right, Linds?
No, really. It could be N.T.I.s.
The C.I.A. Has known about 'em forever.
They abduct people all the time.
Hippy, would you do me a favor? Stay off my side.
- Will you step into my office, please? - Certainly.
L... Come here.
- Jesus, Linds. - Oh, Bud, come on.
Something really important is happening here.
I'm trying to keep this situation under control.
- I can't allow you to create this kind of hysteria. - Who's hysterical?
- Nobody's hysterical! - Shh.
All I'm saying is, when you're hangin' on by your fingernails,
you don't go waving your arms around.
Look, I saw something. I'm not gonna say I didn't see it when I did.
I'm sorry. Please.
You are the most stubborn woman I ever knew.
Yes. I am.
But I need you to believe me right now.
Come on, look at me. Am I stressed out?
Do I have any symptoms of pressure sickness? Tremor? Slurred speech?
- No. - No.
Bud, this is me, Lindsey. Okay?
You know me better than anybody in the world.
Now watch my lips.
I saw these things.
I touched one of them,
and it wasn't some clunky steel can like we would build.
It glided.
It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
Oh, God, I wish you'd been there.
It was a machine... It was a machine, but it was alive.
It was like a... like a dance of light.
Please. You have to trust me.
Now, I don't think they mean us any harm. I don't know how I know that.
It's just a feeling.
Geez. I'm supposed to go on a feeling?
How can I? You think Coffey's gonna go on a feeling?
Well, we all see what we wanna see.
Coffey looks, and he sees Russians.
He sees hate and fear.
You have to look with better eyes than that.
- Please. - I can't, Linds.
- No? Mmm. - I'm sorry.
- [Click] - Got it.
All right.
Come on, A.J. Squared-away, a little to the left.
[Hippy] What is that?
Oh, this is not happening.
Oh, man.
[Hippy] Look at me, I'm shakin', All right, wait, wait, wait,
And now...
here's MI RV.
Come on, man. What else could it be?
Why bring it here?
It's gotta be some kind of emergency plan to keep it away from the Russians.
Look, they hot-wire one of the nukes,
they use some kind of detonator that they brought,
then they stick it back in the sub, fry the whole thing up.
Bam! Slicker than snot.
I'm tellin' ya. And I'm not bein' paranoi...
Hi, Linds.
Linds, will you just wait a second.
Goddamn it, if you don't do something about it, I will!
Lindsey, we'll do something about it! Just wait a second!
- Lindsey. - What?
- Just stop and think about this. - What?
[Banging Continues]
You got some huevos bringing that thing into my rig.
With all that's going on up in the world, you bring a nuclear weapon in here?
Mrs. Brigman...
Does this strike anyone as particularly psychotic, or is it just me?
Mrs. Brigman, you don't need to know the details of our operation.
It's better if you don't.
You're right. I don't need to know.
What I need to know is that thing is off this rig! Do you hear me, Roger Ramjet?
You're becoming a serious impediment to our mission.
Now, you either do an about-face and walk out of here,
or I'll have you escorted out.
I will not do an about-face and get out of here.
- Who do you think you're talking... - [Alarm Bell Rings]
Emergency! Maintenance Room B! Everybody move it!
- On the double! - Now! Now!
- [Alarm Continues] - In here! Come on! We've got trouble!
- Now! Come on! - What's goin' on?
- All right, all right, all right, all right! - [Alarm Stops]
[One Night] What's up? What's happening?
You let her go, man. Do it. Do it now!
Let her go.
[Grunts]
That was the smartest thing you ever did.
- Coffey, you son of a bitch... - Lindsey! Cool it.
- [Cat] What's the problem? - Nothin'.
We were just leaving. Weren't we?
W-We don't need them.
We can't trust them.
We may have to take steps.
We're gonna have to take steps.
Linds, I want you to stay away from that guy.
- I mean it. - The guy is gone.
Did you see his hands?
What? He's got the shakes?
Look, he's operating on his own,
he's cut off from his chain of command,
he's showing signs of pressure-induced psychosis...
and he's got a nuclear weapon.
So, as a favor to me, try to put your tongue in neutral for a while.
I gotta tell you, I give this whole thing a sphincter factor of about 9.5.
Look, you can just punch into his primary guidance chip where you want him to go...
and he'll go there, right?
- No. Bad idea, Lindsey. Bad. - Why? Hip, come on.
Because even if it could take the pressure at that depth,
- which I don't think it can, - Yeah?
Without the tether you know what'd happen when it got down there?
It would just sit like... Please.
It would just sit like a dumb shit.
Something would have to pass in front of the camera for you to see anything.
But we could get lucky, right? So we should go for it.
- I really ought to talk to Bud about this. - This is between you and me.
We get proof, and then we tell the others.
If we can prove to Coffey that there aren't Russians down there,
maybe he'll ease off the button a little bit.
I gotta tell ya, that guy scares me more than anything we're gonna find down there.
He's a goddamn A.J. Squared-away, jar-head robot.
It's...
All right, give me a couple hours to see what I can do.
Great. Thanks.
[Snoring]
Virgil, turn on your side.
[Pinging]
[Static, Pinging Continues]
All right, you're all set, big guy.
Hey, I told you to wipe that grin off your face.
Good night, little buddy.
[Gasps]
[Whispers] Bud. Bud. Bud!
Get up.
What?
Cat.
- Cat! - Hey!
[Mumbling] God... Leave me alone.
[Gasps]
Bud.
Wait. It's okay.
Sweet Christ Almighty.
I think it likes you.
It's trying to communicate.
[One Night] That's Bud,
[Laughing]
It's wonderful.
It's me.
- No, no, no. - Shh. It's okay.
[One Night] What is it?
[One Night] Is it alive?
[Bud] Lindsey, no,
Sea water.
[One Night] Oh, man,
Come on. Come on!