[SonarPinging]
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 ofours.
Sir, contactchanging toheading2-1-4.
Speed:
eighty knots.
Eightyknots.
Still diving. Depth, 900--
Still diving. Depth, 900 feet.
Port clearance, 150 feet from the cliffwall, 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 right0-6-niner, down five degrees, aye.
Port side clearance, 120 feet. Narrowing to 75.
-[Alarm Beeping] -Sir, we have a proximitywarning light.
It's too damn close. We gotta back off.
[Barnes] Sir, range to contact, 200.
Contactjustjinked to bearing 2-6-0 and accelerated to--
to 130 knots, sir.
Nothin' goes 130.
Sir, range to contact, 100 yards.
Eightyyards, 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 ofhere!
- 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?
[HullScraping 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, andstill 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] Copyyou, Salvor 1. This is Benthic Explorer.
You're cleared to land.
Hey. They're coming.
- This, uh, could get pretty ugly. - Yeah.
Itdoesnotlookgood atall.
Oh, no. Lookwho's with 'em.
Queenbitch ofthe universe.
[Man OverRadio] Sonny, howyoudoing?
I got two more welds on this bypass valve.
Nolightfrom thesurface. Howdeepare they?
- McBride? - 1,700 feet.
I need them to go below 2,000.
No problem. They can do that.
So that's it?
Youjust 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.
Deep Core, this is Benthic.
If Bud goes along with this,
they're gonna have to shoot her with a tranquilizer gun.
- [ Man Over Radio ] Roger. - Hippy, get me Bud.
Catfish. Get them old buns up here and give me a hand.
Hangon. I'llbe up there inasecond.
You guys are milkin' thatjob.
It's 'cause we love freezin' our butts offout here foryou so much.
[MetalBanging]
- 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 ofthese 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, keepyour panty hose on.
[Phone Buzzing]
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?
- Toomuchpressure - Thispressuregot tostop
Allright, I'm onlandspeednow.
[ Rumbling ]
[Sonny]Canyouget thatgoddamnhippy shitmusicoffthe com line, please?
Almost done with the shutoffvalve.
- Sonny, I'm right behind you. - Hang on a second.
- Okay, give it to me. - Hereyou go.
Thanks, sweetie.
[ Continues ]
All divers, drop whatyou're doin'. Everybody out ofthe pool.
[ Bud Over P.A. ] I mean everybody, right now. Sonny, One Night, let's go.
Damn it. Wejust got out here.
There was a time when I would've asked why.
- Get a move on! - Shit, woman!
Deep Core, this is Flatbed preparing to surface.
[Man OverRadio] Roger, Flatbed. Come on up.
[BudOverP.A.] Allrigpersonnel, assembleat themoonpool.
Everybodygetsomething, A.S.A.P.
Come on. Get his hat off.
What the hell's goin' on? How come we got recalled?
- Hell ifI know. - I got it.
So, what's the drift, partner? Why are we up?
Just follow standard procedure.
Flog the dog till somebody tells you what's happening.
- What's thestory, boss? - Folks, listen up!
We'vejust been told to shut down the hole and prepare to move the rig.
- What? - We've received an invitation to, um,
cooperate in a matter ofnational security.
-Shit. - Nowyou know as much as I do.
Getyourgearoffandget to control. We'vegotabriefing in tenminutes.
Come on, come on! Let's move it.
At 0922 local time today,
an American nuclear submarine, the USS Montana,
with 156 men aboard went down about 22 miles from here.
- Damn. - Beenno contact with thesubsince.
The cause oftheincident isnotknown.
Yourcompany'sauthorizedthe Navy's use ofthis facility forarescue operation.
Codename.: "OperationSalvor."
- You want us to search for the sub? - No. We know where it is.
But she's in 2,000 feet ofwater and we can't reach her.
We need divers to enter the sub and search for survivors, ifany.
Don'tyou guys haveyour own stuff for this kind ofthing?
By the time we get our rescue submersibles, storm front will be on us.
You can getyour 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 ofdeal 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 toyou with a SEAL team and supervise the operation.
You can send down whoeveryou like, but I'm the tool pusher on this rig,
and when it comes to the safety ofthese people, there's me and then there's God, understand?
Ifthingsgetdicey, I'mpullin'theplug.
I thinkwe'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? Idon'tknow, man.
I think hurricanes should be named afterwomen, don'tyou?
[WindGusting]
- I can't believeyou're letting them do this. - Hi, Linds.
I thoughtyou 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 boughtyou, didn't they?
More like rented you cheap!
I'm switchin' offnow. 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 OverRadio] Roger, Cab3. You're cleartolaunch.
- Hang on, gentlemen. - [ Man ] She's clear!
Touchdown. Crowd goes wild.
[ Linds ] Explorer, this is Cab 3. We are styling.
- How areyou boys doing back there? - Great.
Explorer, this is Cab 3 starting our descent along the umbilical.
-[Man] Rogerthat, Cab3. Goodluck. - Luck is not a factor.
[BudOverRadio] One Night, howyoudoin'?
- Got white line fever, baby. - Yeah, I heard that.
[ Country]
- I've been wet by the rain - Driven by the snow
Drunk and dirty but don'tyou know
That I'm still
[ Sighs ] Willin'
- Out on the road late last night -[ManJoining In]
I seen my prettyAlice in every headlight
Dallas
Dallas Alice
And I've been from Tucson to Tucumcari
Tehachapi to Tonopah
Driven every kind ofrig that's ever been made
Driven the back roads so I wouldn't get weighed
And ifyou give me
Weed
Whites and wine
And you show me a sign
Then I'd be willin'
To be movin'
[Linds]Deep Core, Deep Core, this is Cab3 on finalapproach.
Roger, Cab 3. Is thatyou, Lindsey?
None other.
Oh, no.
[MetalBanging]
Howdy, boys. Hey, Lindsey. I'll be damned.
Y'allshouldn'tbe downhere, sweet thing. Mightruinyourstockings.
[ 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.
Theyjust 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 reallyvery sweet. - [ Chuckles ] Oh, yeah.
Hey! I don't remember putting a wall here. Howyou doing,Jammer?
-Pretty good. How areyou, 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'regonnagive thatrata 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.
[One Night] Obstacleavoidanceshowin'ariseabout 100meters. Whatdoyou want to do?
- Copy, Bud? - I can't believeyou were dumb enough to come down here.
Nowyou'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.
Onceyou're disconnected from Explorer, you are on your own for how long this storm lasts.
What ifsomething 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, lookwhere this thing is set.
- You wanna know what I think? - Not particularly.
- I thinkyou were worried about me. - Then that must be it.
Seriously, I thinkyou were. Come on.
It's okay. You can admit it.
I was worried about the rig. I've got fouryears invested in this project.
Yeah. You only had threeyears invested in me.
Well, you have to have priorities.
It's kind ofmessy, but I guaranteeyou...
it's the only bunk that won't be occupied.
You can get a couple hours rest before we get there.
What areyou still wearing that for?
I don't know. The divorce ain't final.
I forgot to take it off.
- Ihaven't wornmineinmonths. - Yeah.
Well, what's his name wouldn't like it-- the Suit.
Doyou always have to call him that-- "the Suit"?
Makes you sound like such a hick. His name is Michael.
How is Michael-- Mr. Brooks Brothers?
Mr. BMW. Still seeing him?
No.
No, I haven't seen him in a few weeks.
Terribly sorry. What happened?
- Why areyou doing this? Why? - What?
This is none ofyour business. It's not a part ofyour life anymore.
I'll tell you what happened.
You woke up one morning in those satin sheets.
- [ Groans ] - You rolled over and there was this good-looking guy,
well-groomed, expensive watch on.
And you realized this guy never makes me laugh.
That's it, Bud. That's it. Aren'tyou clever?
Jesus, you're clever. You should startyour own talk show!
Ask Dr. Bud-- advice to the lovelorn from 300 fathoms.
-[DisgruntledSigh] - Thankyou. Thankyou.
Oh, shit.
[ One Night ] I'm cuttin' you loose, Bud.
[BudOverRadio] One Night, stay clear. We'resettin'herdown.
Touchdown!
[ Skipped item nr. 313 ]
This is us. We're sitting right on the edge ofthe 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.
We'll take readings as we go.
Ifthe reactor's breached or the warhead's released any radioactive debris,
we'll just back off.
- Oh, okay. - Hippy is not going,
so McWorter, you can run" Little Geek."
Goddamn it. You know McWorter can't run an R.O.V.
-[One Night] Thenyoubettergo. - I'll go.
- Good! - What is your problem, huh?
On this dive, you'll do absolutelynothing...
without direct orders from me, and you'll follow those orders without discussion.
Is that clear?
Allright.
I want everyone finished, prepped and ready to get wet in 15 minutes.
One ofyouguys givemeahand, okay?Let'sgetsuitedup.
Guys, guys. Hold it a second.
Hold it! Whoa!
Okay, here we go. All right.
Look, um, it's 3:00 a.m.
These guys are running on bad coffee and about four hours ofsleep.
- Maybeyou could think about cutting them some slack. - I can't afford slack.
Hey, you come on my rig. You don't talk to me.
You start orderin' my people around. It's not gonna work.
You got to know how to handle these people. We got a way ofdoin' things around here.
Right now, I'm not interested in yourway ofdoing things.
Just getyour team ready to dive.
These guys got no sense ofhumor.
Bud, you know your hand is blue?
Finler, shut up and putyour gear on.
Keep it coming.
- Hippy, throw me one ofthem cyalumes, please. - Yeah, sure.
- Good. Good. - Excuse me.
- What is all this stuff? - Fluid-breathing system. Wejust got them.
- You use it when you go really deep. - How deep?
- Deep. - How deep?
It's classified. Anyway, you breathe liquid soyou can't get compressed.
-The pressure doesn't getyou. -You mean you got liquid in your lungs?
- Oxygenated fluorocarbon emulsion. - Bullshit.
Check this out.
- Can I borrowyour rat? - What areyou doin'?
- Hey, no, no, no. - You're gonna kill her!
- It's okay. I've done this myself. - Areyoujust 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!
-Justgoing through anormaladjustmentperiod. - Does this looknormaltoyou?
-She'sgonna drown! - He's taking the fluidintohis lungs.
He's taking the fluid into his lungs.
There he goes. There's a bit ofanxiety here.
Nowhe'sstarting torelax. He'sbreathing fine.
Seehis chestmoving? He'sgettingplentyofoxygen.
Ha. Damnrat's breathin'thatshit.
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'salittlemore work tobreathe, buthe'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 readyouloudandclear.
Starting our descent. Divers, howyou doin'?
Everybody's okay so far.
Hang on, boys. It's all downhill from here.
Hey, how deep's the drop-offhere?
This here's a bottomless pit, baby-- two-and-a-halfmiles straight down.
[BudOverRadio] Cab3, it's Bud. Youon-line?
Cab 3, check. I'm right behind you.
Cab 1, doyou see ityet?
Magnetometer's twitching, but I don't see anything yet.
Hang on. I want to test my strobes.
[CoffeyOverRadio] Cab 1, doyouhavea visual?
- Cab 1, doyoucopy? - Yeah.
Roger that. Found it.
[Coffey] Cab 1, radiationreadings.
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 ofeverything, yes?
Rogerthat. Documentasmuch asyoucan, butpleasekeepmoving.
Remember, we're on a tight time line.
[ Lindsey] Copy that.
Coming up to the midship's hatch. Doyou see it, Cab 3?
Yeah, roger. I got it.
- How doyou want me? - [Bud]Justholdaboveit.
- Roger. Holding. - Okay, it'sallyours, 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.
Entering escape trunk.
Entering hatch looks intact.
It's flooded. All right, I'm gonna open her up.
Okay, get in there.
[Hippy] Roger. Somebodygeton that tether.
Got it.
Sorryabout this, littlebuddy, but betteryou thanme. Know whatImean?
[ Meter Clicking ]
- Coffey, these are the missile hatches, right? -[Coffey] That's right.
Looks like a couple ofthe 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.
Jesus Christ. It's World War III in a can.
[ Coffey] Let's knock offthe chatter, people.
-[Hippy] I'm heading into thereactorcompartment. -[Monk] Anyreading?
- [ Meter Clacking ] - It's twitchin', butit'sbelow thelineyousaid wassafe.
All right. Let's get in there.
[Coffey]Flatbed, drop downstarboard andstayalong the cliffedge.
[ One Night ] Okay, copy that.
Keepheading forthebow.
Okay, Flatbed, this looksgood. Justsetitdownhere.
- We're solid. - Let's go.
[ Bud ] All right. Let's go.
Okay, let'sjust 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]
[Bud] Youguys okay?Cat?Jammer?
- Rightbehindyou, Bud. - Checkyour gauges.
- How'syourO-2? - I'm okay.
- Gaugesaregood. - Okay, 16 minutes to go.
[Hippy] Jammer, your C-O-2is up.
- Breatheslower, Buddy. -[Jammer] I'm okay.
[ Coffey] Come on. Let's keep up.
All right. Up this way to the control center.
[ Straining ]
- It'sjammed. 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'sstaycool.
Everybody stay cool.
We can't help these guys, but we might find somebody further in.
Stay here.
[ Breathes Heavily]
- Hey,Jammer. You okay? - Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
Howyou guys doin'?
- I'm dealin'. - Triple time sounded like a lot ofmoney, Bud. It ain't.
We're here. Let's get 'er done.
Brigman, takeyour men and continue aft.
Split up into two teams.
Come on. Let's get moving. We head back in 14 minutes.
Let's go.
[ Bud ] You okay,Jammer?
Yeah, fine.
- What's this? - It should be the missile launch control center.
- Don't touch anything. - No, no, no, no, no.
[ Chuckles ] This way.
Right behind you.
- 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 ofthis 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] Readyoufine, Bud.
Okay,just a few more minutes.
There's a couple compartments up ahead that might have air.
- Okay, noproblem. - We got to be sure, right?
Hangon,Jammer. Youjusthold on to that--[Transmission Fades]
Shit! Bud?
Bud, can you hear me? Bud? Bud?
Goddamn it!
[ Hyperventilating ]
Oh,Jesus!
[ Breathing Slows ]
Bud, is thatyou?
[ Loud Bang ]
Hang on,Jammer.
- [ Hyperventilating ] - Lew, Cat, hurry up! On the double!
[Lew] I'm onmy way.
-Jammer! - [ Gurgling ]
- What's theproblem? - 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 ofhere. Let's go. Let's move it.
Easy, big fella. That's it.
One Night, doyou see the divers? Are they outyet?
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, doyou copy?
Meet me at Flatbed. This is a diver emergency. Linds, doyou copy?
Uh, yeah, copyyou, Bud. I-I'm on myway.
Look, I'm just a medic, which is mostly about patchin' holes.
This type ofthing, it's-- There's not much I can do.
A coma could last hours or days.
Soyou didn't get anything on the cameras.
No. I didn't get a picture ofit.
- 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?
Coffeywants to call it a Russian submersible, fine, it's a Russian submersible.
- No problem. - Yeah, butyou think it was somethin' else.
What? One ofours?
- No. - Well, whose then?
Come on, Lindsey, talk to me.
Look,Jammer saw something down there, something that scared the hell out ofhim.
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 doyou think he saw?
I don't know.
- Did any ofyou 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 ofhere.
Nowthey don'tknow where thehell theyare. Okay.
[ Sighs ] I haven't got any choice.
I'm confirming you to go to phase two.
You'llrecover one warhead, arm it...
andwaitfor furtherinstructions.
- 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.
Benthic Petroleum are apparently participating in the recovery operation,
but we have little information about their involvement.
Bullshit. We want names.
- That's the Explorer. We're famous. -Shh, quiet.
There is a tremendous amount ofactivity.
With Cuba only 80 miles away,
the massive buildup ofAmerican forces...
has drawn official protest from Havana and Moscow.
RussianandCuban trawlers, undoubtedlysurveillance vessels,
havebeen circling thearea,
-andSovietaircrafthave repeatedlybeen warnedaway. - This sucks.
Hippy, what's the matter with you?
What's the matterwith me? Nothing.
We'rejust in the middle ofsome big-time international incident,
like the Cuban missile crisis or something.
Figured that out foryourself, did you, Hip?
We got Russian subs creepin' around.
Anything goes wrong, they could say whatever theywant 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'tyou tell him we need it right now? - He didn't pay attention.
- Where the hell is he taking it? - Ihavenoidea!
Shit! Coffey! Come back!
We need the big arm to unhook the umbilical.
There's a goddamn hurricane comin'!
- Heswitchedoff. - It's unbelievable.
Go back down.
Tell those men to get below and stay there.
We need to get unhooked and get out ofhere now.
All right, do it then.
No problem, exceptyour 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 ofus by our pal Fred in two hours.
- Set cold tab fitting to 200 P.S.I. - Set.
There she goes. She's breaking loose. Bringing her up.
Okay. Allright.
Get clear ofthe hatch. Keep goin' with it. Keep goin'. That's it, up.
Sir, the missile looks intact.
Little is known at this hour about the events leading up to the collision.
The U.S. Navy guided missile cruiserAppleton...
apparently struck the Soviet 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 deniedbystate departmentofficials... - Bud, this is big time.
whosaid that Captain MichaelSweeney wasactingcorrectly--
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.
Negotiators have walked out of the Strategic Arms Limitation Talks...
- in protest over the incident this morning-- - [ Changes Channel ]
[ Translator] The sudden deterioration ofrelations with the United States--
Soviet buildup oftanks and aircraft has continued.
Sometime this morning, all U.S. and NATO military forces have been put on full alert.
It's on every channel.
Well, youjust 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 doin' this?
Ifit 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 got to get it out ofhere! 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 ofcake, baby.
[LoudBanging]
[BudOverRadio] What's theproblem, 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. Justkeep tryin'.
Son ofa bitch!
- Shit! We got a problem! - [ Alarm Beeping ]
- What's going on? - We're losing number two thruster!
Bearing'sgoing!
- It's not holding. We're swinging out ofposition 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'regettin'dragged!
Bud, we're headed right for the drop-off.
What thehell? Wejustlostall 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 toyou!
All right, everybody. Everybody, rig for impact!
- [Alarm Blaring] - Close all the exterior hatches!
[BudOverP.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 ofthere! 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.
[RadarPinging Faster]
[Banging]
[ Relieved Sighs ]
Oh, shit.
- Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no. - [Lindsey] Oh, myGod!
- Bud! - [Bud]Grab on tosomething!
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 ofthere! Close the door! Seal the room!
[DoorClosing]
Lindsey, let's get out ofhere!
Whoa!
- [ Gasps ] - [ Squeaking ]
[ Screaming, Panting ]
[ Skipped item nr. 699 ]
- [ Alarm Blaring ] - [Rumbling]
- [ Moaning ] - Hold this on me!
Okay.
Lindsey!Lindsey!
- Aaah! - I got him.
Let's get the hell out ofhere!
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 thehose!
-[LoudCreak] - Finler!
[ Grunting, Coughing ]
Hey! Hey!
Come on, Sonny!
Hey, Cat! Helpme 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 ofa bitch.
[ Whispers ] Oh, man.
[Sonny] Benthic Explorer, this is Deep Core2.
Doyoureadme?
Benthic Explorer, Benthic Explorer, this is Deep Core.
Doyou read me? Over.
Forget it, Sonny. They're gone, man.
Mayday, mayday, mayday.
Hey.
They're gone.
Okay?
I just want to get out ofthis.
Just like to see mywife one more time.
All right, then you'd better keep tryin', huh?
[ Clears Throat ] Mayday, mayday, mayday.
This is Deep Core 2. Doyou read me?
Benthic Explorer, Benthic Explorer, doyoureadme?
This is Deep Core2. Over.
Mayday, mayday, mayday.
This is Deep Core2. Doyoureadme? Over.
Hey,Jammer.
[Whispering] Jesus.
-Shh! - Waitasecond. Igotit, Igotit.
- I'll doit. - You'll doityourself.
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...
ifI 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, braceyourself.
Ifwe close offthe 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.
Hey. Found Cab 3.
Deader than dog shit, boss.
Thatgirder wentright through thebrainpan.
[Bud] Yeah, Isee that.
- Where areyou? - Living quarters, level two.
Oh, geez.
[Hippy] That's Perry.
That's it, then. Finler, McWorter, Dietz and Perry.
Jesus.
Uh, wejust leave 'em there?
For now. We got no choice.
First priority's to get something to breathe.
[BudOverRadio] Whereareyounow, Linds?
I'm under the starboard trimodule.
- Still with me, Hip? -[HippyOverRadio] Rightbehindyou, Linds.
How's it look?
[ Lindsey Over Radio ] You guys really screwed up my rig.
There's a lot ofwreckage out here.
- Well, don't get fouled. - Hit me with that 9/16, okay?
- Yeah. - Thankyou.
So, thereyou were.
Yeah, there we were,
side by side on the same ship for two months.
I'm a tool pusher, and we're testing this automated derrick ofhers.
We get back on the beach and we're living together.
Doesn't mean you had to marry her.
Well, we were due to go back out on the same ship-- six months oftests.
Ifyou were married, you got a stateroom. Otherwise, it was bunks.
Okay, good reason. Come tighten this.
Then what?
Everything was all right there for a while, you know.
Then she got promoted to chiefengineer on this thing a coupleyears ago.
She went front office on you, man?
Yeah, well, youknowLindsey.
She'sjust too damn aggressive--
-Son ofabitch. -[ToolClatters]
She didn't leave me. Shejust left me behind.
Bud, let me tell you somethin'.
She ain't halfas smart as she thinks she is.
- [ Laughs ] Get outta here. - [ Laughing ]
[Hippy] Come on. Let'ssee thosemuscles.
Bingo. That's one.
Two for two.
- Hey. Hey. - [ Static Humming ]
Lindsey, doyou read me? Over.
Copyyou, Hippy. What's the matter?
Oh, shit. The power'sjackin' around with us again.
Lindsey, come back.
Ijustlost video. Lindsey, areyou there?
Hippy, doyou copy?
- Linds, you copy? - [ Radio Static ]
Shit.
What the hell-- Hippy, doyou copy?
Damn it. Bud, doyou copy? Over.
Uh, I seem to be having a problem here.
Shit.
Damn it.
[ Camera Shutter Clicking ]
- That's a great shot, Linds. - You dropyour 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'rejust 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 ofthe 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 offmy side.
- Will you step into my office, please? - Certainly.
I-- 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 allowyou to create this kind ofhysteria. - Who's hysterical?
- Nobody's hysterical! - Shh.
All I'm saying is, when you're hangin' on byyour 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 ofpressure 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 ofthem,
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 oflight.
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'sjust 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.
[Coffey]AllI wantis24-hour surveillance on the exteriorcam.
-[CatShouting] - I've got six people, I've got--
Everybodyjust stop.
All right,
I want a round-the-clock manning ofthe sonar shack and the exterior cameras.
That Russian bogey comes back, I don't thinkwe should be taking a nap.
Oh, give me a break, Coffey.
Those things live three-and-a-half miles down in an abyssal trench.
Trustme, they'renot speakingRussian.
- Haveyou finished the repairs on the acoustical transmitteryet? - Nope.
Why not?
I was having my nails done.
Well, getitdone.
Kiss my ass.
All right,
get somethin' straight.
You people are under my authority.
- Look, partner-- - When Igiveyouan or--
Look, partner, we don't work foryou,
we don't take orders from you...
and we don't much likeyou.
Hey, Cat. Cat!
- Yeah? - Why don'tyou take the first watch on sonar, okay?
Right on.
Sonny, you get a couple hours sleep, then you spell Cat.
Hippy, you handle exterior surveillance.
[ Shuddering ]
One Night.
Would you do me a favor and see if you can get that transmitter fixed?
- All right? - Be a couple hours.
- [ Click] - Got it.
All right.
Come on, A.J. squared-away, a little to the left.
[Hippy] Whatis that?
Oh, this is not happening.
Oh, man.
[Hippy] Lookatme. I'mshakin'. Allright, 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 ofemergency plan to keep it away from the Russians.
Look, they hot-wire one ofthe nukes,
they use some kind ofdetonator 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 youjust wait a second.
Goddamn it, ifyou 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 nuclearweapon in here?
Mrs. Brigman--
Does this strike anyone as particularly psychotic, or is itjust me?
Mrs. Brigman, you don't need to know the details ofour operation.
It's better ifyou don't.
You're right. I don't need to know.
What I need to know is that thing is offthis rig! Doyou hear me, Roger Ramjet?
You're becoming a serious impediment to our mission.
Now, you either do an about-face and walk out ofhere,
or I'll haveyou escorted out.
I will not do an about-face and get out ofhere.
- Who doyou thinkyou'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'shappening?
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 ofa bitch-- - Lindsey! Cool it.
-[Cat] What's theproblem? - Nothin'.
We werejust 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 wantyou 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 offfrom his chain ofcommand,
he's showing signs ofpressure-induced psychosis...
and he's got a nuclearweapon.
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 ofabout 9.5.
Look, you canjust punch into his primary guidance chip whereyou want him to go...
and he'll go there, right?
- No. Bad idea, Lindsey. Bad. - Why? Hip, come on.
Because even ifit could take the pressure at that depth,
- which I don't think it can, - Yeah?
without the tetheryou know what'd happen when it got down there?
It wouldjust sit like-- Please.
It wouldjust sit like a dumb shit.
Something would have to pass in front ofthe camera foryou 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.
Ifwe can prove to Coffey that there aren't Russians down there,
maybe he'll ease offthe 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.
How's that?
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 offyour 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] Whatisit?
[One Night] Isitalive?
[Bud] Lindsey, no.
Sea water.
[One Night] Oh, man.
Come on. Come on!
- Hurry! - Where the hell's it goin'?
Huh?
Hurry!I thinkit'sheaded for"B"module.
Linds, you see it?
[ Gasps ]
[ Shuddering, Grunting ]
- Aah! - Aah!
Aaah!
[ Shivering ]
[ Whimpering, Continues Shivering ]
[ Static Stops ]
[ Pinging Continues ]
[Lindsey]So, raiseyourhandifyou think that wasa Russian watertentacle.
Lieutenant?
No? Well.
A breakthrough.
Hey, Ace, you done impressin' yourself?
No way that thing couldjust be sea water.
They must have learned to control water. I mean at a molecular level.
They can plasticize it, polymerize it, do whatever theywant to do with it.
They can put it under intelligent control.
Maybe theirwhole technology's based on that.
- What? - Controlling water.
-[Hippy] Wasit thesame thing thatyousawthelast time? - No.
You know, I don't think that that thing you saw was one ofthem.
- What areyou talking about? - I mean, I don't think it was an N.T.I.
I think it was theirversion ofan R.O.V., like Big Geek.
-[Cat] Hippy, youmean they wasjustcheckin'us out? - Yeah.
- Howcome? -[Lindsey] Curious, Isuppose.
We'reprobably the firstpeople thathave everseen one. Who'sbeen down this far?
- [ Grunting ] -[Cat] Surehope they don't judge therestofus byhim.
[ Grunts ]
Went straight for the warhead,
and they think it's cute.
You need to get some sleep.
[ Panting ] We have no way...
ofwarning the surface.
You know what that means?
It means whatever happens...
is up to us.
Us.
[ Grunting ]
[One Night]Soyou think they're from down there originally,
orfrom, youknow--
[ Laughs ] I don't know.
I think-- I think they're from"you know."
Someplace withsimilarconditions-- cold, intensepressure.
Oh, man.
Happy as hogs in a waller down there, probably.
[Metallic SpinningSound]
[ Gasps ]
[SpinningSoundContinues]
[SpinningSoundContinues, Louder]
[ Gasps ]
Sniffsomethin'?
Did you, rat boy?
[ Grunts ]
- [ Grunting ] - Hey, hey, hey!
Freeze! Don't move!
That's right.
You okay, Hip?
- They're using Big Geek to take the bomb to the N.T.I.s. - What?
- We set it up to go right to 'em. - Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Take this. We're going to phase three.
[ Groaning ] What? We don't have orders for that!
[Hippy] IprogrammedBig Geek...
togo down to thebottom ofthe trench andshootsome video.
-Nowthey'vegot the warheadtiedtoit. -Coffey?
- Linds-- - Coffey-- No. Come on.
Just think about whatyou're doingjust one minute.
Just think about whatyou're-- Aaah!
Get back!
This is something I've wanted to do since we first met.
[Tearing]
[ Whimpers ]
Easy. Easy. Take it easy.
- [ Grunting ] - [ Lindsey Moaning ]
Into the kitchen. Let's go.
- Move, partner! - Getyour damn hands offofme!
- Get in there! - I know the way.
Your boss is fixin' to pull the pin on 50 kilotons,
and we're all gonna be ringside!
He'shaving a full-onmeltdown!
- What's the timer set for? - Threehours.
- Shut up. Don't talk. - Threehours?
We can't get to minimum safe distance in three hours.
- We can't go to phase three. What about these people? - Shut up.
What's the matterwith you?
Everybodyjust stay calm.
The situation is under control.
[ Grunts ] Anybody touches that door, kill 'em.
Schoenick, your lieutenant's about to make a real bad career move.
- The guy's crazier than a shithouse rat! - Schoenick!
- They're trying tomake contact! - Can'tyouseehe's lostit?
- Shut up! - The shockwave'll kill us.
- Quiet! - It'll crush this rig like a beer can.
- What areyou talking about? - We gotta stop him.
Shut up!
This isnotourmission. We can'tdetonate withoutorders.
[Lindsey] Schoenick, please!
[ Grunting, Yelling ]
He's about to declare war on an alien speciesjust when they're trying to make contact!
Please!
- I think I'm reaching him. - Yeah.
[ Lock Clanks ]
-[Hippy Chuckling] - I'll be damned.
-[Bud]Jammer! - Is everybody okay?
- [ Laughs ] - Oh, man!
- Don't move,jar face! - I'm the least ofyour problems.
- Take it easy, Hippy. - I'm all right.
Howyou feelin', big guy?
I'm okay, Bud, I--
I just figured I was dead back there when I saw that angel comin' for me.
Uh-- Yeah, okay.
Tell us about it later.
Come on.
He's got it tied off with somethin'.
- Ready? - [ Grunts ]
- [ Exhales ] - We're not gonna be able to budge it.
Now what? This is the only door to sub bay.
- What areyou doing? - I'm gonna swim to hatch six.
What?
I'm gonna get inside and open the door from the other side.
Bud, this water is freezing.
Then I guess you'd betterwish me luck.
- Wish us luck. -[Bud] Youcomin'along?
Looks that way.
- All right, Cat. - Come on.
- In case I don't die. -[One Night] This is insane.
Come on, Bud. Let's go, partner. I ain't got all day.
[ Exhaling ]
[ Panting, Exhaling ]
[ Gasping ]
[ Coughing ]
Come on, yank on it.
[ Both Grunting ]
[ Panting, Coughing ]
Gonna have to--
Have to go to the moon pool. It's the onlyway.
I can't. I can't make it, partner.
I'm real sorry.
Okay. Okay, Cat.
You head on back, all right?
[ Rapid Exhaling, Inhaling ]
Shit!
[Pulley Chain Clanking Slowly]
[ Shivering ]
- What is he doing? - He can't make it to the door.
He's gonna try and take him out himself.
No. Oh, God, he couldn't be that dumb. That guy's a trained killer.
[Clacking Continues]
-[BudGasps] - [ Grunts ]
No!
Coffey. Coffey, listen--
[ Click]
[ Gasps ]
[ Grunting, Groaning ]
[ Inhales Deeply, Coughs ]
[ Panting ]
- Hey! - [ Gasps ]
- [ Muffled Yell ] - Aaaah!
[ Bud Groans ]
[ Grunts, Screams ]
Hey!
Bud! Youallright?
Get him, Cat!
[Hatch Slams]
[ Grunts ] He's dogged it, Bud.
We gotta get this offofhere.
Come on, help me. Pull the gripper! Pull it!
Cat, get the door.
Ohh! Shit.
Come on!
- Shoot! Shoot! - Areyou all right?
The safety's on! Safety's on!
Give me that!
[Bullets Hitting VesselHousing]
Come on, let'sgo! Helpme out!
- Give me a hand! Move it! - One Night, what about Cab 1?
Ready to launch.
Go! You'rebetter in these than Iam!
You got air? Come on, come on.
Yougotair. Yougotair.
[ Grunts ] Shit.
[JoystickWhirs ]
[LindseyOverRadio] Bud, getoutofthe way!
Shit!
[ Motors Failing ]
[ Panting, Gasping ]
Get in! Hurry up!
I'm comin', baby. Keepyour panty hose on.
[ Grunting ]
- Areyou okay? - Yeah.
- Doyou see Big Geek? - Yeah. Right out in front.
- Oh, my God! - Get after him!
- Okay, okay! Get on the arm. - Ease up. To the left.
- A little more. - You missed. Try it again.
- Stand steady. Stand steady. - Okay.
- Grab it. - Yeah. Got it!
- Pretty slick, Slick. - Hold it really steady.
-Just hold it still. - I am. I am.
[ Both Yelling ]
[ Yelling Continues ]
[ Lindsey Gasping ] Shit! We lost Geek!
Where is he? Doyou see him?
I'll take a look.
He's comin' up fast. Step on it.
Shit!
- Go to the right. Swing to the right. - Shit.
[Bud] Keepmovin', baby.
Come here.
- That's right. - [ Both Yell ]
[Bud] Thatson ofabitch.
- Ohhh! - Hard left, baby. Left, left, left!
[ Moaning ]
-Jesus Christ, lady. - Ifyou can do any better, then you're welcome up here.
[ Coffey Grunting ]
Son ofa bitch.
- Is he right on us? - Yeah, he is right on your ass.
- Okay. Okay. - Whereyou goin'?
Hang on.
[ Grunting ] Aaah!
[ Whimpering ]
[Cracking, Crunching]
[ Screaming ]
[LindseyOverRadio] Deep Core, this is Cab 1. Doyouread?
Deep Core, Deep Core, this is Cab 1. Over.
I'm not getting any answer.
And we're flooding like a son ofa bitch.
Yeah? You noticed?
You know, you did okay back there, Virgil. I was fairly impressed.
Yeah, well, not good enough. We still gotta catch Big Geek.
Yeah? Well, notin this thing.
Deep Core, Deep Core, this is Cab 1. Over.
Try it again.
Deep Core, this is Cab 1. We need assistance.
Over--Aaah!
-[GeneratorFailing] - You all right?
Yeah.
- Well, that's that. - Yeah. Wonderful.
There's light comin' from somewhere. It's offto the right.
Yeah. That's therig.
It's a good 60, 70 yards, I'd say.
Well, they'll come after us.
Yeah, but it's gonna take 'em a while to get here.
We gotta get this flooding stopped.
- Can you see where it's coming in? - Yeah. Hold the lamp for me.
There's a busted fitting behind this panel.
Problem is, I don't think I can get to it.
[ Grunts ] You got any tools?
I don't know. I'll have to look around.
Yeah, well, I looked already.
Goddamn it, all I need is a goddamn crescent wrench.
- Come on. - [ Both Grunting ]
Aaaah!
Shit!
Son ofa bitch!
Okay, calm down, Bud.
- Calm down. - Okay.
Okay.
- We gotta getyou out ofhere. - How?
- I don't know how. - All right, we've only got one suit.
- We've gotta come up with s-- - Oh, my God. I'm freezing.
- Come here. Come here a sec. - [ Groans ]
Listen, you're smart. Think ofsomethin'. Can'tyou think ofsomethin'?
Okay, why don'tyou swim back to the rig and bring back another suit.
That'd take me about seven, eight minutes to swim,
get the gear, come back.
I wouldn't make it. By the time I got backyou'd be--
- Okay. - Linds.
Let's look around. Just look a-- Oh, my God.
[ Panting ]
Is that working?
- [ Inhales, Sighs ] - Shit.
[ Gasps, Moans, Continues Panting ]
[ Continues Gasping ]
- All right. All right, all right. - Bud, I'm getting cold.
- Here. You put this on. - No, no! What areyou--
Don't argue with me. Just put it on.
- Look, this is not an option, sojust forget about it. - Lindsey, shut up!
Put this thing on.
-Just be logical. - Fuck logic!
Please listen! Just listen to me for one second.
You've got the suit on, and you're a much 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. No!
Yes. This water is only a couple ofdegrees above freezing.
I'd go into deep hypothermia.
My blood'll go like ice water. Right?
My body systems will slow down. Theywon't stop.
- Linds-- - You tow me back and I can--
I can be revived after maybe 10 or 15 minutes.
- Linds, you put this on. - No! It's the onlyway.
Youjust put this on. You know I'm right.
Please. It's the onlyway.
You've got all the... stuff... on the rig to do this.
Put this on. Bud, please!
This is insane.
- Oh, my God. I know. - You okay?
It's the onlyway.
- Here, hold this. - [ Continues Gasping ]
-Just hold on. - Okay.
You can do this, you know. [ Shivering ]
You can do this.
- Oh, God, Linds, I-- - I know.
You can tell me later.
[ Moaning ]
[ Gasping, Whimpering ]
[ Screams ]
[Lindsey, Muffled] Oh, God!
[ Sobbing ]
This is maybe not such a good idea!
[ Gasping, Sobbing ] Oh, my God!
Bud! Ohh!
[ Continues Gasping ]
[ Continues Sobbing ]
I can't-- Help, Bud! I'm scared!
No!
Igothim! Igothim!
- Where? - Oh, my God. It's Lindsey.
- Deep Core, doyouread?Over. - We gotyou, Bud.
- We'rehere. - Go to the infirmary.
Get the cart oxygen, defib kit,
adrenaline and a 10cc syringe, some heating blankets.
- You got all that? - Got it. Over.
- Meet me at the moon pool! Make it fast! - Now! Let's go!
- Hippy, get the hot packs. - Got 'em.
Here he comes!
- Get her up. - Watch her head.
- I got it. I got it. - Watch her feet.
Watch her head comin' down. Watch it. Okay.
Clear that. Is she clear? Is she clear?
Get the defib ready. Hurry up, Cat.
Okay, okay. Got it.
- Okay? - Yeah.
Three-one thousand, four-one thousand,
- five-one thousand-- - Breathe!
One-one thousand, two-one thousand, three-one thousand--
No, no, no. You gotta have bare skin or it won't work.
Three-one thousand, four-one thousand-- Breathe.
- Here. - [ Continues Counting ]
Is that right? Is this it?
- I got it, Bud. - Well, do it!
Breathe!
- Come on, zap her. - Clear!
- [ Thump ] - Come on, baby. Aw, Christ!
- Nothing. - Breathe!
- I check out 300. - All right, do it again, One Night.
- Zap her again. - It's going, it's going. It's charging.
Charging. Charging. Charging.
- Now. - Clear!
-[DefibrillatorZaps] -[Thump]
-[Bud]Anything? -[Hippy]Nopulse.
- Come on, baby. - It's charging. One more time.
- Zap her again. Come on! - [ Defibrillator Beeping ]
- Come on! - Clear!
[ Thump ]
God! No pulse.
Bud, it's flat. Goddamn, it's flat.
One, two, three, four, five, one thousand.
One-one thousand, two-one thousand-- Breathe.
One, two, three, four-- Breathe!
[BudExhalingRhythmically]
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, four-one thousand, five-one thou--
Come on, baby, breathe. Come on.
- Two-one thousand, three-one thousand-- - Bud. Bud.
Bud? 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, Linds! Come on, baby!
Zap her again. Do it!
- Charging. - Do it!
[DefibrillatorBeeping]
-[Steady Tone] - Come on, baby. - Clear.
- Clear! - [ Thump ]
- [ Whimpers ] - Get back.
[ Exhaling ]
Come on, breathe, baby.
Goddamn it, breathe.
Goddamn it, you bitch! You never backed away from anything in your life!
Now fight! Fight! Fight!
Right now! Do it!
Fight, goddamn it!
Fight! Fight! Fight!
Fight!
Linds. That's it, Lindsey.
That's it, Linds. You can do it.
That's it, Linds. Come on back. You can do it, baby.
[ Coughing ]
Lindsey.
[Coughing Continues]
- [ All Chuckling, Sighing ] - Okay.
- [ Coughing Continues ] - Get her some air. Get her some air.
- Easy. Breathe easy. - Look at that.
- All right. All right. -[All Chattering, Chuckling]
You did it, ace! Huh?
Yeah! Yeah!
You did it, babe.
Easy. Breathe easy.
Watch her-- Make sure-- Make sure her heart's doin' okay.
Big boys don't cry. Remember?
Hi, lady.
Hi, tough guy.
[ Shudders ]
- I guess it worked, didn't it? - Yeah, ofcourse it did.
You're neverwrong, areyou?
Howyou feelin'? Huh?
I've felt better.
[ Gasps ] What did you do to me?
Next time it's your turn. Okay?
Yeah.
Yeah, you got that right.
Okay, these are soyour eyes can focus in the breathing fluid.
How's that feel? There it is.
Ifyou can't see, you can't disarm the bomb. Right?
Okay, with this much weight you're gonna fall like a brick.
We still got about an hour, so we should get there in plenty oftime.
When you get down there, all you gotta do is cut one wire,
drop the weights and come on home.
[ Inhaling, Exhaling ]
- Hand me that wrench, will ya? - Maybe Ioughta checkandsee--
Uh, yeah, that'sagoodplace.
This is loose. I'll fix that up.
Bud, you don't have to do this.
Somebody's gotta do it.
It doesn't have to beyou.
Who, then?
So, I-- I can hearyou,
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.
[ Chuckles ]
[ Sighs ] The moment oftruth.
- Come on. Let's go. - Let's go.
Okay. Easy.
Okay.
I need it in the front a little bit. Thankyou.
- Got it. - [ Fasteners Securing ]
- Set. -Set.
- Clamp. - Set.
Okay, let's rock and roll.
- [ Pump Hissing ] - Crack it.
Headset. Headset, please.
- Okay? - Relax now, Bud.Just relax.
- Bud. Watch me. - Relaxnow, Bud.
- Relax. It's okay. - Okay? Watch me. Watch me.
Don'tholdyourbreath. Takeitin.
Just letyourselftake it in. Take it in.
- That'sit. -[Cat] Oh, man.
Don'tholdyourbreath. Takeitin. Thereyougo. Don'tholdyourbreath.
Takeitin. That'sit. Thereyougo.
- Bud-- This is not normal! - [ All Shouting ]
This is normal. It'll pass in a second. It's perfectly normal.
It's perfectly normal.
We all breathed liquid for nine months, Bud. Your bodywill remember.
That's it. That's it.
- Perfectlynormal. -[Cat] Christ, he'sbreathin'it.
Give me that.
Can you hear me?
- Therehegoes. He'sgotit. - Yes. Yes.
- Okay, Bud. - That's it.
Tryyour key pad.
[ Chuckling ]
[Hippy] Right.
I already have.
[ All Laughing ]
Okay, let's go.
- Okay. - That's okay. I got it.
[Cat] Igotit.
- Okay, Hippy, yougot that? -[Lindsey] Holdon,Jammer.
- Okay, Bud. -[One Night] Easy. Easy.
Watch out. Watch theback.
[ Lindsey] Careful.
I rigged in Little Geek's chip the same as Big Geek.
It should takeyou straight there.
All you have to do is hang on.
- What's his depth? - Thirty-two hundred feet.
Your depth is 3,200 feet.
[ Lindsey Over Radio ] You're doing fine.
You'd betterwatch out for crane wreckage. You should be almost to it.
Forty-eight hundred feet. It's official.
Yeah.
Bud, according to Monk here, youjust set a record for the deepest suit dive.
Betyou didn't thinkyou'd be doing this when you got up this morning, huh?
One mile down. Still grinnin'.
Eighty-five hundred feet.
[ Sighs ] Eighty-five hundred feet, Bud.
Everything okay?
Ask him about pressure effects--
tremors, vision problems, euphoria.
Ensign Monkwants to know howyou feel.
It's starting. It hits the nervous system first.
Keep talking. Let him hearyourvoice.
Okay, Bud, your depth is 8,900 feet. You're doing fine.
No, Lindsey.
Talk to him.
Bud.
There are some--
some things I need to say.
It's hard for me, you know.
It's not easy being a cast-iron bitch.
Takes discipline and years oftraining.
A lot ofpeople don't appreciate that.
Jesus, I'm sorry I can't tell you these things toyour face.
I have to wait till you're alone in the dark,
freezing, and there's 10,000 feet ofwater between us.
I'm sorry. I'm-- I'm rambling.
[ Chuckles ]
Comin' up on the big ten thou.
Twelve thousand feet. Jesus, I don't believe he's doin' this!
[ Whispering ] Hippy! Shut up! What's wrong with you?
[ Sighs ]
Bud, how areyou doing?
[One Night] Signal's fading.
No. No, Bud, I'm not going away. I'm right here.
Kill everything we don't need. Catfish, knock out those exterior lights. Now! 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. Okay?
Try and stay calm. I'm right here. All right?
Bud?
He's losing it. Talk to him.
- Keep him with us. -[Hippy]Coming up on 16,000.
B-Bud, it's the pressure. All right?
Listen to myvoice. You have to try. Concentrate.
Allright? Justlisten tomy voice. Please.
Seventeen thousand feet.
Christ Almighty, this is insane.
Bud-- I'm not getting anything.
-Whoa, whoa, whoa-- Oh, come on. No. No. -What? What?
Little Geekjust folded.
[ Whispers ] Jesus.
He can still make it.
Bud,
I know how aloneyou feel.
Alone in all that cold blackness.
ButI'm there in the dark withyou.
Oh, Bud, you'renotalone.
Oh, God.
Doyou remember that time--
You were pretty drunk. You probably don't remember.
The powerwent 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 ofus is out there alone in the dark in this life.
And youjust--
youjust lit up another candle and put it beside mine...
and you said, " No. See, that's me. That's me."
We stared at the two candles,
and then--
Well, ifyou remember any ofthis,
I'm sureyou 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.
Howyou doin', partner?
You still with us? Come back.
- You talk to us, Buddy boy. - [ Sobbing ]
- Come on. - Bud.
Bud? Now, come on. You hangin' in there?
You have to talk to me, Bud. Please.
I need to know ifyou're okay.
[ All Sighing ]
[Lindsey] Yousee-- Youseealight?
What kind oflight, Bud?
He's hallucinating badly.
- Hemadeit. - [ Sighs ] Oh, my God.
Oh, man.
Okay, 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-- Irepeat--
not theblack wire with theyellowstripe.
[ All Sighing ]
[ All Cheering ]
- Yes! - Quiet! Quiet. Saveyour air.
Bud, give me a reading offyour liquid oxygen gauge.
What?
- It took him 30 minutes just to get down there! - Bud, doyou hear me?
You dropyourweights and start back now, Bud! That gauge could be wrong!
Doyou hear me?Just drop yourweights and start back now.
Your gauge could be wrong! Your gauge could be wrong!
You dropyourweights and start back now!
No, you won'tstay there! Doyouhearme? Youdropyour weights.
You can breathe shallow! Doyou hear me?
Bud, please! Listen to me, please! Goddamn it!
You dragged me back from the bottomless pit! You can't leave me here alone now!
Please. Oh, God, Virgil, please.
Please.
I loveyou.
[ Inhaling Deeply]
[ Coughing ]
Howdy.
Uh, howyou guys doin'?
...attempts to convene a summit between heads ofstate have collapsed--
Soviet buildup oftanks and aircraft have--
[Man #2]All citizens tostayon their jobs, restrictunnecessary travel--
- [ Man #3 ] We had moments ago an unprovoked attack-- - Holy shit.
Across the country, National Guard units have been mobilized,
and also defense volunteer staff have been called to full-time duty.
You watch ourTV. That's whatyou're tellin' me--
thatyou know what's goin' on up there?
Seismologists worldwideare reporting an enormous disturbance...
throughout the world's oceans which apparently began about 15 minutes ago.
They are acoustic shockwaves, like tsunamis, but with no apparent seismological source.
The wavesarepropagating toward theshorelines ofeverycontinent.
[ Woman ] Dr. Berg, would you please, based on the--
Young lady, listen to me. We don't know what's going on yet.
We don'thavea clue.
The horizon has already grown dark.
People are running everywhere. It's-- It's sheer panic.
Stay on me! The wave-- The wave is maybe 1,000 feet high already.
Gettingbigger as I'm watching.
Still miles out. Oh, my God.
- We're out ofhere. - We're staying!
Give us a minute. I don't even know ifI'm still broadcasting.
I can't be sure. I'll just keep going as long as I can.
- Get out ofthe way! - A thousand--
You guys are doing this.
You guys are doing this, right? You can control water.
That's your technology. But why areyou doin' this?
[ Loud Hum Resonating ]
Okay.
Okay, that's enough. I get the point!
How doyou know that they're really gonna do it?
Where doyou get offpassin' judgment on us? You can't be sure.
How doyou know?
[ Horns Honking ]
[ People Shouting, Screaming ]
[ManSpeakingRussian OverP.A.]
[Alarm Blaring]
You could have done it.
Why didn'tyou?
[ Chuckles ]
[Man OverRadio] Deep Core, doyou read? This is Benthic Explorer. Over.
Doyou hear, Deep Core?
Deep Core, doyou read? Doyou read me, Deep Core?
[Faintly] Deep Core, doyouread? This is Benthic Explorer. Over.
Hell, yes, we read. Good ofyou tojoin us.
- Copy, Deep Core. Hey, I've got 'em! - How's that storm up there?
It's strange. Itjust blew itselfout all ofa sudden.
Hell, son, you better get a line down to us.
We're inmoderately poorshape downhere. We lostsevenpeople, includin'Bud.
Andwe'reaboutoutofO-2, so whatever you'regonna do, youbetterdoitfast.
Youboysmake upyourmind howtogetus outofhereyet?
They're talking about flying in a D.S.R.V. from Norfolk.
-Just wish I could've seen it. - Okay, how long is that gonna take?
How doyou stop a half-mile high tidal wave in--
Hey. Hey. Hey, it's Bud!
That's impossible.
-[BudOverRadio] Doyoureadme, Deep Core?Doyouhear? - No, it's not.
- Yes! - W-Wait. We got a message from Bud.
- Bud? - What's it say?
Here. Here.
Oh. It says--
It says,"Virgil Brigman back on the air."
- [ All Laughing ] - Yes!
" 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 ofhand."
"They sent a message. Hopeyou got it."
I'd say that's a big 10-4,Jack.
"They wantus togrowupabit andputaway childish things."
"Ofcourse, it'sjust a suggestion."
[LaughterContinues]
Looks likeyou boys might be out ofbusiness.
[Rumbling]
What the hell's goin' on?
- One Night, get to sonar. - Good God Almighty.
[RadarPinging]
Fellas, I'm gettin' some awful big readings here.
- Something's coming up the wall. - What is it?
Whatever it is, it's major!
Something's definitely going on down there.
Active is pinging back something really big. It's huge.
-And it's coming up right underneath us. -Where?
Where? It's everywhere. There! Starboard bow.
[Rumbling]
This is the Benthic Explorer.
[LoudBanging]
There! Look! Look!
Help, Cat.
We should be dead. We didn't decompress.
They must've done something to us.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, I think you could say that.
Ha! Hoo!
Hi, Brigman.
Hi, Mrs. Brigman.