All language subtitles for Leviathan.1989.720p.BluRay.X264-Japhson

Four to shack. Container
14 ready to winch.

Six to shack. Silver
extraction completed.

That's good eating.
Burritos, enchiladas...

Black beans and rice, man. That's
Puerto Rican. I gotta take you...

I hate to break up the great
Latino gourmet debate...

but we ain't off the clock yet.

Since we got a few more
days here, can somebody...

please tell me who the hook is?

Fifteen, is that you?

You got a hook on box 22?

The man is asking you if you're
hooked on 22, dumb shit.

Watch your mouth, Sixpack.
Fifteen to shack.

This is Jones. I ain't the hook.

Seven to shack. I'm the hook.

Okay there, seven. Pack up
box 22 and call it a day.

Hey, Willie, you trip on a tit or
something? We're all waitin' on ya.

Go suck on a shrimp, Sixpack.

Seven to shack. Ready to winch.

There we go. Winch on.

Okay, miners, let's come on home.

You heard the man.
Let's get movin'.

Come on, guys. We only
have three days left.

I hear that.

Put the kettle on, Beck.
We're coming home.

Well, Doc, not so
as you'd notice...

but the sun has set
on yet another day...

of hard labor and toil
here at the homestead.

Sixteen tons and what do you get

Another day older
and deeper in debt

Saint Peter, don't you
call me 'cause I can't go

I owe my soul to the company store

Jonesy! Help!

Cobb!

My rebreather's stopped!
I'm losing compression!

I'm gonna blow my suit! Doc! Beck!

Yeah, I got you, DeJesus.
You look fine from in here.

- Give me a readout.
- My rebreather's stopped!

I'm losing compression!
I can't breathe!

I can't get an accurate
readout if you panic.

Doc, we got an emergency here.
We need you. Got trouble.

So just breathe slowly
and through your nose...

and out through your mouth.

I think you're hyperventilating.

- Hyperventilating, my ass!
- How do you do this?

- He's gonna blow.
- No, he's not gonna blow!

Doc, come on!

- Check his oxygen level.
- Yeah, I'm doin' that.

- Do something, quick!
- I'm doin' it.

Help!

Damn!

Hook him to my RV-four transpac.

Right. Hook him to the RV...

No! Don't do that!
Don't circumventilate him.

I think you're risking an
implosion probability.

Doc, we need you.
Bring him into the shack.

- There's not enough time!
- You've got time. Just do it.

I'm gonna die!

You ain't gonna die.

Just keep him moving.

Take it easy. We'll make it.

Open the damn door.

Come on! Get him inside!

Keep him moving.

Come on, lift lock. Go.

Come on, lift lock. Up.

Rebreathers. I don't trust anything that
doesn't have bubbles comin' out of it.

It ain't the goddamn
suit, man. It's Beck.

It's not his fault. Doc
shoul�ve been there.

If he was a real shack boss,
Doc would have been there.

He got real lucky.

Hey, Wall Street broke the
15,000-point barrier today.

Shit. There goes my bonus.

You know, I stood next to a
guy who blew a suit once.

He was in the Indian Ocean.

- That is not a pretty sight.
- Leave Hazy alone, man.

One tiny little hole in the
fucking toe of his suit.

No bigger than your dick.

Yeah, that ocean came in.

The pressure just crammed his
whole body up into his helmet.

We just buried his helmet.

- That would've been you, DeJesus.
- Hey, I know about implosion.

Yeah, I bet you do. I bet you
was imploding in your pants.

- Knock it off, Sixpack!
- Cut it out, you guys.

We've been stuck down in this
hole for a hell of a long time.

We had a close call. We're not gonna
let something like this break us apart.

The doc is my responsibility.

Bullshit.

It would be just my luck to finish two
months' worth of work two miles under...

and have the whole place fall
apart with just three days left.

Anyone check weather up top?

It's raining, but it's supposed
to be clear for pickup.

As long as there's no waves.
I hate waves.

Waves my ass. Do you know what you'd
be doin' if you were up top right now?

Drinkin' brew and eatin' pussy.

- How about gettin' stuck in traffic?
- Wherever I can find it.

I'll tell you what you'd be doing.

Be watching news on TV that's
so bad, it makes you nauseous.

So bad that you get in your
car to get some fresh air...

and after five minutes,
you realize...

the air's so dirty,
you can't breathe.

If you're lucky enough to
get back to your house...

that looks the same as
everybody else's...

you find that your wife is
as fat as she ever was.

And the only reason your kids
aren't strung out on the drugs...

they were using is because
they've found some new drugs...

which screw 'em up even more,
and that's just the good part.

You people don't appreciate how
good you've got it down here.

- Don't let me interrupt you, Mr. Cobb.
- That's all right. I was just finished.

- How are you feeling there?
- I'm okay.

- See the doc yet?
- No.

Well, you better let the doc
take a look at you after dinner.

- Since he was busy earlier.
- When we needed him.

Why don't you let
me handle the doc.

Makes me feel better already.

I was looking at the shack
maintenance hours outstanding.

I see where this is going.

All of us owe some shack maintenance
time. Tonight would be a good time.

No way, Mr. Beck. No bleepin' way.

You can't call shack duty
on top of a full shift.

That's a union violation.
It's in the contract.

Right on, Cobb. Let's hear
it for the shop steward.

Hear that, Becky? The company's
got to abide by the rules.

I know about the contract.
You can follow the letter...

of the contract to the law and spend
an extra workday gettin' it done...

or you can get it done tonight
and call tomorrow a down day.

- What, are you giving us the day off?
- Looks that way.

What about our quota?

You're only 25 tons off quota.

You're bound to go way
over that by the last day.

Look, folks, it's just a day off.
It don't make no difference to me.

It's just up to you.
I thought it might be good.

- Hell, I could use a day off.
- Me too.

- What the hell.
- Okay, shop steward's three.

- Four.
- Four. Anybody else?

- Six.
- All right, here's what we got.

Mr. Cobb, we still got that
rattle in the air duct somewhere.

- Take a look at that.
- Okay.

Williams, run a diagnostic
on DeJesus's suit.

- Anybody else got any suit problems?
- Yeah, my pocket.

Can you check my
pocket, sweetheart?

Good evening. Name's
Thompson. Party of one.

My reservation was 8:15.
Not too near the orchestra, please.

Are you gonna come to
work tomorrow, Doc?

No, I'll be on the golf
course in the morning.

Then, if I don't have any
babies to deliver...

I could stop by after lunch.

We almost had an accident
today. DeJesus's suit.

You have something to say to me?

Yeah. Section 1412...

of the Tri-Oceanic
manual requires...

a mining shack's medical officer to
be present in the control room...

during all exterior operations.

I just wanna make real
damn sure that's clear.

I'll keep it to nine
holes in the morning.

Thank you, sir, for taking
care of that situation.

- Listen to it, for Christ's sake.
- It's just gettin' old, that's all.

You don't see Doc opening me up every
time my joints start to creak.

As long as it's recycling the
air, let it be. Come on.

Ten to one it's a short.

Piece of cake.

Great.

Oh, mama! What a pair.

What'd you say?

I said, "What a pair."

Our shack boss and his washed-up
doctor buddy make quite a...

- What did you think I said?
- That you liked my boobs.

You watch the old Cobb
magic, all right?

Compliments of Bowman.

Yeah.

How in the hell did you do that?

You don't say anything
to anybody. Job security.

All right? Let's go.

Now, wait a minute, man.
How in the hell did you do that?

That's clean.

But there's nothing wrong
with it. Oh, my God!

Come here, Kuki.

Sixpack, you shit!

Surprise!

How much silver are we gonna start
taking out of that mine again?

Well, Martin, I think you've got an
honest-to-God bonanza on your hands.

You can haul us out in a couple
of days. This mine will play itself.

When I told the Director
of Atlantic Operations...

that we had to stick a geologist down
there and turn that mine around...

I had no idea that you were
going to prove me a genius.

- Well, I'm glad you're happy.
- I'm ecstatic.

'Cause I can't wait to
get the fuck outta here.

What?

I said, I really can't wait to
get back to exploration diving.

I miss the research, and...

By the way, I ran that
check on Dr. Thompson.

He has a few incidences
of insubordination...

but his credentials
are very impressive.

Pharmacology. He pioneered
several vaccines.

Well, this ain't the Mayo Clinic.
How'd he get down here?

A serum he developed
killed several people.

An accident, but it got blown
all out of proportion.

Now, look.

Things are beginning
to move very fast now.

If you're having a problem with
him or you need any help...

just say the word.

No, I don't think it's
anything I can't handle.

Good.

How are your stocks doin'?
Haven't you made your million yet?

Not yet.

- How's Tri-Oceanic doing, Bow?
- Got money in this tub?

Yeah. I signed up for
the stock option.

Last year when they lost a tanker,
the bottom fell out of their stock.

I lost a bloody fortune.

You take your money too seriously.

You're damn right, I do.
I'm not down here for fun.

Fun? Somebody talkin' fun?

Look at those white legs!

Hey, Willie, I'm sorry about
that little incident tonight.

You know, I just thought a little
humor might loosen things up.

Hey, watch it!

No hard feelings?

Nope. Sweet dreams.

I got a date with an angel.

Come on, baby.

Sit on my face.

Goddamn it, Williams! You bitch!

Look at my foot! Look
at my goddamn foot!

- I thought you'd find that funny.
- You think it's funny?

You're gonna think it's funny
when you eat this goddamn thing!

- What the hell's goin' on here?
- Look at my foot!

This bitch put a goddamn
sea monster in my bunk!

- How do you know it was her?
- It was her!

- Are you calling me a liar?
- That may be the size of it, Bubba.

- You two just pulled sea duty tomorrow.
- Bullshit!

Oh, geez! Will you pipe down?

You just got half a day. Any
more hoopla, it's a full one.

Ready to drill.

Looks like a nice vein of ore.

- Let's blow it.
- Blow this.

Charge activated.

Hey, Willie, remind
you of anything?

Oh, yeah!

It looks like the
mother lode, guys.

I need more light on that, seven.

Sixpack, you hear that?
We need more light.

All right, look.

My cable's stuck.

Sixpack, What's happened?

We've lost him.

Well, what are you doing?
Having a party out there?

Beck, I'm looking for him.

Shack to seven. What's
going on out there?

He's gone.

Williams, speak to me.
What's happening out there?

Sixpack, answer.

Oh, my God!

Come on, Williams.
What's the alternate?

Try 35.

Williams? There she is.

Williams, you hear me?
What's going on out there?

He's gone over the South Ridge.

I'm going down after him.

Watch yourself, 'cause we don't know
what the hell is over that ridge.

Come on, Jonesy, work it out.

- Sixpack's lost!
- Weren't they tied?

- I don't know!
- They're supposed to be tied.

- Come on. Let's go.
- Move it!

Oh, God!

What've we got?

- Tube worms.
- How's she gonna get out?

Bowman, What's the self-contained
air capacity of that suit?

Thirty minutes.

This is six to shack.

For God's sakes, why doesn't
Sixpack have his blinkers on?

The man could be two feet away and
on fire and she wouldn't see him.

What?

What is this?

A ship?

That's Russian.

Are you picking this up?

Yeah, we got it. Can you open
up that picture a little for us?

Leviathan.

- What?
- Leviathan.

- Bowman, run a check.
- Sir.

- Williams, What's your air reading?
- Twenty minutes.

We're gonna give you five,
then we're coming in.

Jones, Cobb, suit up.

I'm going inside.

Sixpack, answer me!

Baltic Sea?

What have you got there, Bowman?

The Leviathan. Currently with the
Russian Fleet in the Baltic Sea.

Currently horseshit. Currently it's
rusted junk, and we're lookin' at it.

Well, it's gotta be wrong. Maybe
you didn't enter it correctly.

It's right here. The Baltic Sea.

Maybe a ship sinks and they
don't notice it's missing.

Williams, you got one minute to find
Sixpack and get your butt out of there.

If Willie's got a minute, how
much time does Sixpack have?

The infirmary.

I'm rich, honey!

Safety negligence?
I never even heard a word.

How can I be on report?
Ain't that right, Cobby?

Don't Cobby me. You're
on your own this time.

You almost fucked
up everybody's day.

A Timex. And it's still ticking.

A little Russian money.
It don't look like much.

Here's something for you, Bow.

Hey, Sixpack, look
at your girlfriends.

- What's that?
- "Kitty Does Kiev."

- Porn. Right up your alley.
- Let me see that.

It's in Russian. I don't
know what it says.

- May I see it, please?
- It's not really "Kitty Does Kiev."

- It's the captain's log on videotape.
- Don't tell me you read Russian.

Russian, German,
Italian, Spanish...

French, a little Swahili
and a smattering of Hindi.

- It's part of my premed background.
- Bullshit.

Would you believe a
Russian grandmother?

That I believe.

- What's this?
- Personal effects. Can you read that?

Deceased.

What's all this?

Deceased.

Deceased. All of them.

- Mr. Cobb, wrap all that up.
- Right.

DeJesus, dump this last box.

That's nice. What is this? Vodka.

Stresnavga. Hey, that's good stuff.

Make for a great
end-of-shift party.

If I'm on report, I guess
this bottle's mine, huh?

Well, I guess you're right.
It is yours.

But it's pilferage, so now you're down
for two counts of safety negligence...

for risking Williams's life, going
on that boat and possessing...

restricted material.

- All this gets impounded.
- It's done.

And one more thing.

I think if I hear you call
me "Becky" one more time...

I'm gonna pop your
tops... all six of 'em.

My infirmary's filled.

The doctors on board tell me
it's like a tropical infection.

But it's not like anything
I've ever seen before.

And there's something
else I don't understand.

And then it goes off.

So what do you want me to say?
It all sounds mysterious?

Well, why did he
leave his log tape?

Why are there two ships with the
same name in different places?

Hell, I don't know. You read Russian.
Maybe you read it wrong.

I didn't. Even if I had, there
should be a record of some ship...

that's sunk within 100 miles
of here, and there's not.

And look at this tear.
This hole in the hull.

That's the result of an explosion.
I think that was a torpedo hit.

I think that ship was
sunk on purpose.

Now how the hell do you
know that's a torpedo hit?

A collision with another
boat can produce that hole.

I don't agree with you.

- This hole would not be so jagged...
- So what?

So what if they scuttle
their own boat?

I can't get bent outta shape
just because some people...

got some jungle rot and ended up dead
on a barge on the bottom of the ocean.

I know about rocks. I know about stones.
I don't know about Russian boats.

Plus, I bet you five dollars
it's a clerical error.

Hell, we sounded the horn on it.
Let the maritime people figure it out.

I gotta fix the lift lock.

Okay, two more days.

Let's have no waves.

Weather system on line. Tracking
meteorological patterns.

- Beginning scan.
- I hate...

waves.

You know that in Switzerland,
they speak four major languages?

- Ask me if I care.
- I do.

When I get outta here,
I'm goin' there.

I'm gonna find a nice
snow-covered chalet...

warm little woman,
crackling fire, and ski.

If you're gonna do that, you should
wear what you wear to the beach.

I hate the beach.

Hey, guys. Look what I got.

- I don't believe it. You got 'em.
- Yeah, put it there.

What are you doing with
Beck's personnel records?

Watch. You'll see.

Four, zero, five, four...

eight, six.

You guys are so full of shit.
How stupid do you think he is?

Who's gonna use their
social security number?

Bingo!

That bottle's mine.

- Cute, DeJesus. Specimen cups?
- Loosen up, Bow.

- Hey, Willie, got one poured for you.
- Not for me, thanks.

All you do is exercise.
You gotta live a little.

My astronaut training
starts in two days.

Forget space cadet.
I'll drink hers.

What happens if he goes back
and finds the bottle missing?

He won't. I put the vodka in here.

Smart lad.

Cheers.

- It's water.
- Beck switched it.

That son of a gun doesn't trust us.

That pretty-boy little turd.
I'm gonna fix his ass.

- There goes our party.
- It's not bad.

- It's not bad at all.
- It's water.

Did I tell you vodka's
my favorite drink?

That was a pretty big one, huh?

You'd think we'd get
used to it by now.

You're wasting your time here. This
needs a shutdown and an overhaul.

Yeah, I need an overhaul.
How's the training goin'?

It's going well.

I think I've got a good shot.

I just wish everyone would
stop giving me a hard time.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Why don't you give me a hand
and hit that button, huh?

- Push D.L.
- What?

D.L.

Oh, man.

What are you doing down here?

Well, I'm trying to fix this
short in the lift lock.

What are you doing down here?

- You know what I mean.
- Yeah, I know what you mean.

- You don't belong in a mine.
- You got that right.

But somebody just got
the brilliant idea...

to stick a geologist down here
in charge of you cowboys.

I think maybe they thought that
just 'cause I could tell...

shit from silver, I'd know
how to run this place.

Do you?

You tell me.

I think you handled
DeJesus pretty well.

Yeah?

Well, that was luck.
I was scared to death.

What about Sixpack?

What about him?

Did you bust him because of me?

Maybe.

Well, I appreciate that.
But I'm okay.

Yeah, I know.

Good.

Oh, by the way, how did you
know they'd get into the vodka?

Hell, that's what I would've done.

Maybe you're more one
of us than you think.

Good morning.

Sorry.

Okay. That's good.

Just look at my forehead.

That's it.

Let me see your tongue.

Good morning, gentlemen.
What's wrong, Doc?

I'm getting a pretty good
imitation of a hangover.

- Take off your shirt.
- It ain't no hangover.

Feels about 1000 times worse.

How long did you have these spots?

- What?
- Don't touch it.

Well, as First Officer of
the shack, it's your call.

But if I were you,
I'd not be too hasty.

I don't get it.

Any evacuation 24 hours
before a scheduled pickup...

won't look good on an
otherwise excellent record.

But like I said, it's your call.

Well, as bad as he is,
there's no way...

we're gonna make that quota
without his sad self down there.

- He's tankin' on us.
- No, I don't think so.

I heard him last night, and
he didn't sound so good.

The company will consider that
when they look at our numbers.

Sweetheart, the company doesn't
give a damn about why.

The contract says, if
we miss our quota...

they only gotta pay us half
pay for the entire month.

Believe me, they'll stick to it.

The bastard's definitely
tanking on us.

- Yep, I think you're right.
- I wish you were, but he's not.

He's really sick. He
ain't comin' out today.

- Williams, take her down.
- That's terrific.

- Three months of work down the tubes.
- You're outta here, guys.

So, what, are you taking inventory?

No, Mr. Jones. I'm getting
ready to play Ping-Pong.

I'm goin' to work. You
got a problem with that?

- Work?
- Work.

- Try to hold as steady as you can.
- What the hell is it?

- I'm taking a little skin sample.
- Come on. Give me something.

Just a second. Steady as you can.

Try to do it as quick as
I can. That's it. I got it.

Steady, steady. Easy.

It's all right. Keep
your hands off it.

Here. Hold that.

I'm gonna take a look at
this under the microscope.

Container 22 is full, sir.

This one's full, so let's run her
outta here and bring in a new one.

You got it.

"An organism of unknown
origin." No kidding.

Tell me something I don't know.

Goddamn it, take a guess.

Good work out there, Becky.
I mean, Mr. Beck.

Not bad, Mr. Beck.

No harm done.

Just don't call me cracker.

Perk up, sport.

How can the guy die from a
skin rash in eight hours?

Put this on. I want
you to examine him.

- I'm not a doctor.
- For this, you don't need to be.

Oh, Lord.

Am I wearing this 'cause you
think it might be contagious?

I don't know if it is or it isn't.

I don't know a damn thing.
Neither does anyone else.

I've been going back and forth
with Narragansett Naval all day...

consulting with the best
people in marine medicine...

the best people in virology.

They don't even believe the
symptoms I'm describing.

Their best guess,
and that's all it is...

is that before Sixpack
died, he was undergoing...

some form of genetic alteration.

Genetic alteration from what?

It could be a million things.

Something in the food, the air.

Sixpack went in that ship,
and so did Williams.

I want to examine the
rest of the crew.

But I don't want to create a panic,
so until I get some answers...

I don't think we should tell
them that Sixpack is dead.

Skin condition? Herpes?
Measles? What is it?

It's a little difficult
to describe.

Christ, it would be a
hell of a thing...

if I went back up to the
roof with a herpes thing.

My wife would never
understand that at all.

I don't think we have to
worry about that, do we?

She wouldn't understand
that at all.

She'd think I was down here
screwing my head off or something.

Put on your shirt.

- It's all right?
- Yeah, you're fine.

This whole thing is unnecessary, Doc.

The only skin problem I
can see is white people.

How come you're
wearin' those gloves?

It ain't bend-over time, is it?

- Anything wrong?
- No, I just wanted to see something.

That's all.

You think it has anything to
do with going on that ship?

Well, it's a possibility.
But if that was the case...

you'd be showing some
symptoms, wouldn't you?

- I'm okay?
- You're fine.

No, really, you're fine.

Great. Thanks, Doc.

What do you mean, a skin problem?

Your skin changes?

- Yeah, it blackens. It gets scaly.
- What, like a fish?

- Yeah, like a fish.
- I was just joking, Doc.

You can finish gettin'
dressed out there.

Oh, Bowman. I'm sorry.
I'll be right back.

- Generic alteration?
- Genetic.

Whatever. But you think it's
restricted to this one crew member?

- Well, so far, but...
- But what?

What if it turns out to be nothing?

What are you talking about?
It's already killed one man!

But you have no proof that this
disease is contagious, do you?

And we've been wrong before,
haven't we, Dr. Thompson?

Look, Martin, I think you're
missing the point here.

My crew's in jeopardy.
I've seen this disease.

And it's no day at the beach.

So by way of paragraph
539 of the manual...

I'm ordering you to start an
emergency medical evacuation...

of all the personnel on the shack.

It's your call, but
unfortunately...

we can't pick you up so soon.

There's a hurricane 600 miles
off the coast of Cuba...

possibly coming your way.

And if it does, the company does
not want to risk losing you folks.

Are you saying you're not gonna
pick us up at the scheduled time?

It shouldn't be a long delay.

Well, What's a long delay?
A day? A week? What?

Twelve hours. We should know
something first thing in the morning.

- I'll keep you posted.
- You better be there.

- Twelve hours.
- Twelve hours.

I promise.

Bow, are you okay?

Oh, my God. Come on.

Can you help us here?

- Let's put her here.
- Come on. Take it easy.

It's all right.

You're gonna be all right, okay?
I'm gonna go find Doc, all right?

Hey, Doc? Maybe he's with Sixpack.

Doc? Hey, you in here?

Hey, man, how you doin'?

We made quota today, man, no thanks
to you, you dog, but we made it.

You won't believe this, man,
but Beck helped us out.

Yeah, we just brought
Bowman in, man.

She don't look too good.

You know, I hope what
you got ain't catchin'.

Hey, look, I'm sorry, man.

You go on back to sleep, okay?

I'll talk to you later, all right?

- I'm gonna go check the control room.
- Okay.

- I'll be back in a minute, okay?
- Please don't go!

Please don't leave me. I'm so sick.

You're gonna be okay. Don't worry.

My hair's coming out.

Where'd you say? The infirmary?

I don't understand.
I just left her here.

It's Doc.

Oh, man.

Other than that, there's not much
more that I can tell you about it...

except that none of you
have any of the symptoms.

And this disease, it killed Bow?

No, she killed herself.

Hey, we're getting outta
here just in time.

That's a whole 'nother problem.

We're on hold for the pickup. There's
a hurricane rollin' into this sector.

- A hurricane?
- Yeah. We're delayed 12 hours.

Twelve hours? What're we gonna do?
We can't stay here for 12...

- What was that?
- Wait a minute. Hold on. Just stay put.

Okay.

Oh, my God.

What is this?

What's goin' on?

- Okay, get the door.
- Got it.

The contract states that you can't
dispose of a body without authorization.

Come on. Will you for once
forget about the contract?

Section C of the Health and
Safety Code. Watch it.

Program that lock.

Hey, I feel something.

What are you talkin' about?
They're dead.

Wait a minute.
I feel something too.

- Let's go.
- Somebody's alive in here.

- Come on.
- Let's flush it.

- "Flush it?" They're human beings!
- What if one's alive?

- How about a moment of silence?
- Let's do it.

- My God, they're alive!
- Let's have a look.

- Don't stop!
- What the hell was that?

Hit the button!

- Hit the lift button!
- Get outta there!

Flush the damn thing! Flush it!

Come on!

Oh, God!

It's coming up now. That camera's
gonna move into this room. That's it.

Some kind of sick bay or lab or
something. Hold it. Run it back.

That's it. Stop. Now move in.

See? It looks like a human
skull, but I don't know.

- There's something about it. It's...
- Bigger.

Well, somebody's been screwing around.
Just take a look at that hand.

- Look at the size of it.
- If you were tampering with genetics...

why stop with the base model?

Why not try to alter
the human form?

Homo aquaticus, a man who could live
underwater. Think of the possibilities.

Regeneration.

The ability to withstand
extreme cold, pressure...

Just think of it. Undersea
mining. Underwater farming.

So What's next? I mean, what if
we run outta airplanes one day?

What are we gonna do? Just grow
a whole bunch of bird people?

Loosely translated: "Don't
fuck with Mother Nature."

I better let the company know.

Have you ever thought that
they may suspect already?

Yeah. I thought about that.

I think they got some kind of
commitment to their people.

Save that speech for
your ad campaign.

This company's commitment
is to the almighty dollar.

If you think, based on what we've
told them, that Tri-Oceanic...

is gonna risk exposing themself to
potential market loss to save us...

you're in for an
eye-opening experience.

Maybe.

Maybe so. And I know your life's
gone a couple of bad rounds.

But it doesn't necessarily mean this
whole company's one big bummer.

I think we got something here.

Son of a bitch.

I don't get it. Why did
they put it in the vodka?

Because it was an experiment, man.
They put the drug in the vodka!

They meant to trick
them into takin' it.

That way, see, they didn't
know what they were drinkin'.

I mean, with us, they would
have put it in the coffee.

- What are you talkin' about?
- Come on.

You know how mothers put the
castor oil in with orange juice?

They trick the baby into drinkin' it
so he don't know what he's drinkin.

That's the kind of shit
they was doin', man!

Fool. He could've got us all killed.

You weren't holy when you were shooting
that vodka. It could've been anyone.

Well, Miss High and Mighty, it
doesn't seem to bother you none.

Yeah, it bothers me.

You deal with it your way.
I'll deal with it mine.

You know that in Gstaad they have
64 square miles of ski slopes?

Sixty-four square miles.

How can you sit there goin', "Shh,
shh," after what we just went through?

And another thing. I'm gettin' tired
of hearin' about your goddamn skiin'.

You don't know shit about skiin'.
They don't ski in Spanish Harlem.

What about what we just saw?

Like Willie said, you deal with it
your way, and I'll deal with it mine.

- Doesn't anybody care what happened?
- What're you gonna do about it? Huh?

Sixpack and Bow are dead.

I can't help what
happened. Can you?

I'm gonna go get somethin' to eat.
Anybody want anything?

Eat? After what we
just went through?

The storm's still
holding its course.

What about that disease?
Still just the one crew member?

No change. Still just the one.

Everybody's jumpy.
What are you doin'?

Lookin' for butter for the popcorn.

Look, Hazy, you gonna make me finish
this puzzle by myself, or what?

I should. You know how
long that took me?

Hundreds, thousands,
millions of hours.

- I'll be right there.
- Okay. Hurry up.

Holy shit!

Please, God, help me!
Help me, Jonesy! Help me.

I'm gonna go get some help.
I'll be right back, okay?

Don't leave me. Jonesy,
don't leave me!

- Please.
- I'll be back.

Look! It's got Hazy! Stay
here and watch the door!

Don't let him out!
I'm gonna go get the doc.

I didn't want to tell
her about Bowman.

I listened to Martin, and my
mind said, "She's full of shit."

It's got DeJesus! Come on!

Don't go in there.
Don't touch anything!

What the hell you doin'? You
supposed to be watchin' the door!

I won't watch that thing
without protection.

- That thing is my friend.
- Your friend is not human!

Shut up, both of you! Jones!
Let's go find him.

Okay? Come on. Let's go find him.
Wait a minute. Where's Willie?

What's happening?

My God, she's out there.

All right. Jones, you come with me.

Doc, you and Cobb check your
office and the dorm. Let's go.

It's her scarf.

Oh, sorry. What are you doing here?

- What the hell you doin'?
- I've been trying to fix these lights.

- What's going on?
- What got Sixpack and Bowman is here.

- What?
- It just got DeJesus.

All right. We're talkin' turkey.

Oh, my God.

The blood supply.

Oh, my God.

It got the blood supply.

It's growing. It's had a meal.

- It needs blood?
- Apparently.

This is great. You're tellin' me we got
a goddamn Dracula in here with us?

That's why that one on the ship
was dead. It needed blood.

- What one on that ship?
- Tell the rank-and-file the secret.

Whatever it is, it appears
to be a genetic aberration.

- No shit.
- What're you trying to tell us?

It has all the characteristics of
deep-sea marine life: Scales, gills...

regeneration, even a
period of dormancy.

But the fact that it remembered
where that plasma was stored...

seems to imply that is
has some other quality.

- What?
- It absorbs its victim's intelligence.

Intelligence may not
be the right word.

The hell with semantics. Are you saying
it's part DeJesus, Sixpack and Bowman?

I don't know. I'd just be guessing.

But I do know the Russians deliberately
sank that ship to protect themselves.

Maybe to protect us all.

Then I say we protect ourselves. Let's
escape into the air bubbles and get out.

And hit the surface in a hurricane?
The storm'd rip those bubbles to pieces.

- They'd never find us.
- We wouldn't stand a chance.

- What are we gonna do?
- I think we got one shot.

Just one shot. We lure it to the swamp,
flush it out just like the other.

How're we gonna do that?

So we rendezvous in the
mess in 30 minutes.

Mr. Cobb, synchronize 30 minutes.

Mark. Got it? Okay, so I'll
run this by you again.

If Jones and I aren't back here
in 30 minutes in the mess...

hurricane or nothin', you get in
those escape bubbles and haul ass.

- Let's do it.
- Be careful with this.

- Don't worry. I don't want to give more.
- Take care.

I'll do my best.

Okay, let's go.

You know, I was quite good once.

When I did something,
it was important, you know?

I developed drugs and techniques...

that are used every day by
doctors all over the world.

- Made a difference.
- It still does.

This itches like hell.

- I'm all right.
- Let me have a look.

It really itches.

That's because it's healing.

I'm gonna change that dressing
to make you more comfortable.

- Where are you going?
- The infirmary.

Without protection?

- You shouldn't go out there.
- She's right, you know.

- You hear that?
- I hear it.

Here we go.

- Take off your shirt.
- Sure.

I'm cold.

Help me, please.

Oh, yeah, sure.

Help me!

What's happening?

Help!

- Willie! Run!
- Run!

Get over here!

How are you doin'? All right?
Where's Doc and Cobb?

- It got Doc.
- Wait a minute. It was just here.

- I know.
- Wait a second. You saw it?

- It was in Cobb. It was in him.
- Slow down. There's two of them?

- Shit.
- All right.

- How are you doin'?
- Okay.

Okay, now what?

How do you feel about big waves?

I love waves.

We're trapped. The
escape bubbles are gone.

- The door.
- Hey, look at this.

"I am fully aware of the
finality of my decision.

It is my hope that our sacrifice
will mean that the human race...

will never know this
awful mutation."

- Our death warrant.
- Signed by the good doctor.

Hell with it.

- What are you doing?
- Well, I'm gonna find out...

how far up Shit Creek we are.

- Thank goodness you're still alive.
- Where you been?

Get your ass out here now
and get us. Right now!

Please calm down. We
haven't deserted you.

Naturally, after we received Dr.
Thompson's message, we were concerned.

But we never would
have deserted you.

When are you coming?

- You said 12 hours.
- That's the bad news.

The hurricane has turned your way.
Right now, it's on a course of...

Just answer the goddamn question.
When are you coming?

- Hopefully, within the next 48 hours.
- Forty-eight hours?

I realize you must have
gone through hell...

Gone? Bitch, we're still here!

I can't control the weather.
Rest assured, your SOS...

was received by the coast
guard and the navy...

and we will be responding at the
earliest, safest opportunity.

- Just don't promise us nothin'.
- I realize this must sound ridiculous.

- No shit.
- Now please try and get some rest.

How are we gonna rest?
I can't sleep. Can you sleep?

- Get some rest?
- Save your breath.

- Damn. In 48 hours? No way.
- We don't have much choice, do we?

I'll tell you what. I'll take a watch.
You all try to get some rest.

I ain't gonna never be able
to sleep again. In life. Ever.

"Request weather report, July 26."

- "Data not available."
- Come on.

"Files Closed."

- Oh, man.
- They know, don't they?

Yeah. I think they're just sittin' up
there, decidin' what to do with us.

Maybe they have.

- What're you looking for?
- I'm seeing how my investment's doing.

"The stock of Tri-Oceanic Corp.
Took a bath today...

when news of a tragic mining
accident was revealed to investors.

The board of directors was called into
a meeting in New York this afternoon.

A spokesperson revealed that the
accident destroyed Shack Seven...

off the coast of Florida.

Eight miners are reported dead.
All bodies are missing.

Killed were Steven Beck, Elizabeth
Williams, Justin Jones...

Dr. Glen Thompson, Tony Rodero, Bridget
Bowman, G.P. Cobb, Buzz Parrish."

Martin, you bitch.

Welcome to the union, boss.

We're all expendable.

- Doc, I owe you five dollars.
- Five dollars?

- Emergency warning.
- Listen.

- Countdown to implosion.
- The air's stopped.

Ten minutes and counting.

- They ripped open an air duct.
- Can we fix it?

There are 20 miles of pipe.
They could've tapped in anywhere.

That's true.

Cobb. Job security.

It's that rattle in Corridor A.

You got it. It's showin'
us where it is.

- It's drawin' us out.
- It didn't waste any time, did it?

You can't go out there.
That's what it wants.

If we lose enough air in here, the
internal pressure will drop, and crunch.

Implosion, babe.

Wait. You don't think
I'm staying here?

Nine minutes to implosion.

- It's over here!
- Is that it?

Yeah.

- It's going!
- We're losin' air faster than I thought.

- Go! Here.
- Don't spend all day down there.

Don't worry. I won't.

Let's do it.

Eight minutes to implosion.

- Oh, no. Damn!
- Can we fix it?

- Can we shut it down someplace else?
- Come on.

- What do you think? I wanna die?
- We're not gonna die. What do we do?

- How should I know?
- You know this shack!

- I don't know!
- Come on! This shack's your home, man!

The swamp. There's a backup air
valve at the swamp. If we...

- What?
- I just saw Doc.

No, Jones. Let's get outta here.

Come on.

Seven minutes to implosion.

- Look out!
- Watch out!

- Did you get it?
- I think we did it!

- I don't know!
- Hurry!

Move it! The door's closing!

The other door's closing!

Willie, get out! Get out!

- Torch it!
- Careful!

It's jammed!

Check that door!
Willie, get outta here!

- The door's closing!
- Get that door!

- Go! Go! Go!
- Six minutes to implosion.

Come on!

Grab my hand!

Grab it! Come on!

Go! Come on!

You got it.

Come on!

Let me help him! Let me go!

The handsaw on the table!

- Help him!
- Stay back!

Four minutes to implosion.

There's no air.

The door's jammed!

The air valve! It's too hot!
I can't get to it!

- Forget it! Get the suits!
- The suits? You crazy?

Bring the lift bags!

- How're we gonna get to the surface?
- Like this.

We'll triple the inflation ratio. We'll
float to the top like a balloon. Go!

Okay, let's hook 'em up.
Get in the suits.

- What about yours?
- Get in the suit.

Three minutes to implosion.

Come on!

Let's go!

See you topside.

Get into your suit!

Beck, get into the suit!

Don't be a fool!

Two minutes to implosion.

Kill me.

My God. DeJesus.

Shit!

Oh, shit!

One minute to implosion.

You made it!

Base to Coast Guard
Rescue Chopper 1437.

Make one more attempt in search
area and return to base.

- So where's the goddamn hurricane?
- You all right?

- I made it.
- Yeah?

Yeah, I'm fine. I'm all right.
I'll be all right. Okay.

Base to Rescue Chopper 1437.
Any visual contact?

- Negative.
- Return to base.

It's cold.

- Hey!
- Here!

- Over here!
- Give me that last flare.

There's a flare straight ahead.

- Jones! Look!
- Chopper.

- Sharks!
- Where are they?

- Too close!
- Stay close.

Stay close!

Talk about having a bad day.

- Help!
- Yes! Come on!

- Jesus!
- Willie!

- Get those people up!
- Go!

- Grab a hand!
- Get outta here!

It's got Jones!

Come back!

Don't! Save yourself!

Come back!

Say "Aah," motherfucker!

Let's get outta here!

Helicopter 405 heading
back to platform P.O.C.

They don't want anything else
to do with it, you know?

You made it!

No one back at
Tri-Oceanic believed me.

But I never gave up on
you once. How do you feel?

Better. A lot better.