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[SONAR PINGING]

Sixty knots? No way, Barnes.
The Reds don't have anything that fast.

Checked it twice.
I mean, it's a real unique signature...

no cavitation, no reactor noise.

It doesn't even sound
like screws.

- [TURNS UP VOLUME]
- [HUM RESONATING]

What the hell is it?

I'll tell you what it's not.
It's not one of ours.

Sir, contact changing
to heading 2-1-4.

Speed:

Eighty knots.

Eighty knots.

Still diving.
Depth, 900...

Still diving.
Depth, 900 feet.

Port clearance, 150 feet
from the cliff wall, sir.

- It's getting tight in here.
- Yeah?

We can still give them a haircut.

Helm, come right to 0-6-niner,
down five degrees.

Coming right 0-6-niner,
down five degrees, aye.

Port side clearance, 120 feet.
Narrowing to 75.

- [ALARM BEEPING]
- Sir, we have a proximity warning light.

It's too damn close.
We gotta back off.

[BARNES]
Sir, range to contact, 200.

Contact just jinked to bearing 2-6-0
and accelerated to...

to 130 knots, sir.

Nothing' goes 130.

Sir, range to contact,
100 yards.

Eighty yards, sir!

Sixty!

It's turbulence.
We're in its wake.

Helm, all stop.
Full right rudder.

Hydraulics failure.
Planes not responding, sir.

Hydraulics restored, sir.

Oh, my God.

- [GRUNTS]
- [MAN SHOUTING]

Collision alarm!
Collision alarm!

Fire control to sonar!

Let's get out of here!

- Lighten her up, Charlie!
- Torpedo room is flooded, sir!

Blow all tanks! Blow all the tanks!
Blow everything!

- All back full!
- Answering. All back full.

Give me a damage report.
What's our depth?

[HULL SCRAPING SIDES]

Passing 1,400, sir.

Main's forward tanks
are ruptured!

Still descending, sir.

1,450.

Passing 1,500, sir.

Still descending.

We're too deep
to pump auxiliary.

- Passing 1,650. Sf ill descending, sir.
- We're losing' her.

- Passing 1,600, and still descending.
- Launch the buoy.

- Passing 1,650. Passing 1,700, sir.
- Launching!

[MAN SCREAMING]

[BUOY BEEPING]

[MAN IN HELICOPTER]
Benthic Explorer. Salvor 1 on final.

[MAN ON SHIP] Copy you, Salvor 1.
This is Benthic Explorer.

You're cleared to land.

Hey. They're coming.

- This, uh, could get pretty ugly.
- Yeah.

It does not look good at all.

Oh, no.
Look who's with 'em.

Queen bitch of the universe.

[MAN OVER RADIO]
Sonny, how you doing?

I got two more welds
on this bypass valve.

No light from the surface.
How deep are they?

- McBride?
- 1,700 feet.

I need them to go below 2,000.

No problem.
They can do that.

So that's it?

You just cheerfully turn
the whole thing over to the goon squad?

Look, I was told to cooperate.
I'm cooperating.

Kirkhill, you're pathetic.

Get Brigman on the line.

Deep Core, this is Benthic.

If Bud goes along with this,

they're gonna have to shoot her
with a tranquillizer gun.

- [MAN OVER RADIO] Roger.
- Hippy, get me Bud.

Catfish. Get them old buns
up here and give me a hand.

Hang on. I'll be
up there in a second.

You guys are milking' that job.

It's 'cause we love freezing'
our butts off out here for you so much.

[METAL BANGING]

- Hey, Bud!
- Yeah?

Hippy's on the bitch box.

It's a call from Topside.
Benthic company man.

- Kirkhill?
- Yeah.

That guy don't know his butt
from a rat hole.

Harry, do me a favour.
Square away this mud hose.

Get rid of these empty sacks. This place
is starting' to look like my apartment.

You got it, boss.

[MAN ON PA.]
Bud, pick up the topside line, urgent.

I'm coming'. I'm coming'.
Geez, keep your panty hose on.

[PHONE BUZZING]

Brigman here.

Yeah, Kirkhill, what's going' on?

Yeah, I'm calm.
I'm a calm person.

Is there some reason
why I shouldn't be calm?

What?

♪ - Too much pressure ♪
♪ - This pressure got to stop ♪

All right,
I'm on land speed now.

[RUMBLING]

[SONNY] Can you get that god damn hippy
shit music off the com line, please?

Almost done with
the shut off valve.

- Sonny, I'm right behind you.
- Hang on a second.

- Okay, give it to me.
- Here you go.

Thanks, sweetie.

♪ [CONTINUES] ♪

All divers, drop what you're doing'.
Everybody out of the pool.

[Bud Over P.A.] I mean everybody,
right now. Sonny, One Night, let's go.

Damn it.
We just got out here.

There was a time
when I would've asked why.

- Get a move on!
- Shit, woman!

Deep Core, this is Flatbed
preparing to surface.

[MAN OVER RADIO]
Roger, Flatbed. Come on up.

[BUD OVER P.A.] All rig personnel,
assemble at the moon pool.

Everybody get something, ASAP

Come on.
Get his hat off.

What the hell's going' on?
How come we got recalled?

- Hell if I 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 the story, boss?
- Folks, listen up!

We've just 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
of national security.

- Shit.
- Now you know as much as I do.

Get your gear off and get to control.
We've got a briefing in ten minutes.

Come on, come con!
Let's move it.

At 09:22 local time today,

an American nuclear submarine,
the USS Montana,

with 156 men aboard went down
about 22 miles from here.

- Damn.
- Been no contact with the sub since.

The cause of the incident
is not known.

Your company's authorized the Navy's use
of this facility for a rescue operation.

Code name:
Operation Salvor.

- You want us to search for the sub?
- No. We know where it is.

But she's in 2000 feet of water
and we can't reach her.

We need divers to enter the sub
and search for survivors, if any.

Don't you guys have your own stuff
for this kind of thing?

By the time we get our rescue
submersibles, storm front will be on us.

You can get your rig in under the storm
and be on site in 15 hours,

and that makes you
our best option.

Why should we risk our butts
for something like this?

I have been authorized to
offer special bonuses...

equivalent to three times
normal dive pay.

Yes, sir, buddy!

Hell, for triple time,
I'd eat Beanie.

They could set me on fire and
put me out with horse piddle.

I don't know what kind of deal you made with
the company, but my people are not qualified.

- We're oil workers.
- This is a pay check, man!

Shut up!
Hold it down.

This is Lieutenant Coffey.

He'll transfer down to you with
a SEAL team and supervise the operation.

You can send down whoever you like,
but I'm the tool pusher on this rig,

and when it comes to the safety of these people,
there's me and then there's God, understand?

If things get dicey,
I'm pulling' the plug.

I think we're all
on the same wavelength, Brigman.

Now, let's get the well head
uncoupled, shall we?

All right,
let's get ready to move.

Let's take it
about five degrees left, all right?

Roger.
Five degrees left, Bud.

Plot these numbers to our position.
I need to know when...

Well, it's official, sports fans.
They're calling it Hurricane Frederick.

And it's gonna be making our lives
real interesting in a few hours.

Fred, huh?
I don't know, man.

I think hurricanes should be
named after women, don't you?

[Wind Gusting]

- I can't believe you're letting them do this.
- Hi, Linds.

I thought you were in Houston.

I was. Now I'm here.

- Only here isn't where I left it, is it, Bud?
- Wasn't up to me.

Jesus! We were that close to proving a
submersible drilling platform could work.

- I can't believe you let them grab my rig!
- Your rig?

I designed the damn thing.

And Benthic Petroleum paid for it, so as
long as they're holding the pink slip,

[WHISTLES]
I go where they tell me.

I had a lot riding on this,
and they bought you, didn't they?

More like rented you cheap!

I'm switching' off now.
Bye-bye.

Oh, okay, Virgil, you wiener!
You never could stand up to a fight.

Bye-bye.

Virgil?

God, I hate that bitch.

Probably shouldn't have
married her then, huh?

Try to get it settled!

[MAN OVER RADIO]
Roger, Cab 3. You're clear to launch.

- Hang on, gentlemen.
- [MAN] She's clear!

Touchdown.
Crowd goes wild.

[LINDS] Explorer,
this is Cab 3. We are styling.

- How are you boys doing back there?
- Great.

Explorer, this is Cab 3 starting
our descent along the umbilical.

- [MAN] Roger that, Cab 3. Good luck.
- Luck is not a factor.

[BUD OVER RADIO]
One Night, how you doing'?

- 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't you know ♪

♪ That I'm still ♪

♪ [SIGHS] ♪
♪ Willin' ♪

♪ - Out on the road late last night ♪
♪ - [MAN JOINING IN] ♪

♪ I seen my pretty Alice ♪
♪ in every headlight ♪

♪ Dallas ♪

♪ Dallas Alice ♪

♪ And I've been from Tucson ♪
♪ to Tucumcari ♪

♪ Tehachapi to Tonopah ♪

♪ Driven every kind of rig ♪
♪ that's ever been made ♪

♪ Driven the back roads ♪
♪ so I wouldn't get weighed ♪

♪ And if you 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 Cab 3 on final approach.

Roger, Cab 3.
Is that you, Lindsey?

None other.

Oh, no.

[METAL BANGING]

Howdy, boys. Hey, Lindsey.
I'll be damned.

Y'all shouldn't be down here,
sweet thing. Might ruin your stockings.

[CHUCKLES]

The bad news is we got eight
hours in this can blowing down,

and the worse news is it's gonna
take us three weeks to decompress later.

We've all been fully briefed,
Mrs. Brigman.

Just don't call me that, okay?
I hate that.

All right. Well, what would you
like us to call you?

Sir?

Okay, here we go.

Y'all start equalizing'...
now.

[AIR HISSING]

Let's watch each other closely
for sighs of H.P.N.S.

High Pressure Nervous Syndrome... muscle
tremors, usually in the hands first,

- nausea, increased excitability...
- Disorientation...

♪ And a partridge ♪
♪ in a pear tree ♪

[CLEARS THROAT]
About one person in 20 can't handle it.

They just go bug go.

Look, they've all made runs
to this depth. They're checked out.

I understand that. What I'm saying
is that it's impossible...

to predict
just who's susceptible...

They're checked out.

- These guys are SEALs?
- Yeah. These guys ain't so tough.

I've fought guys
plenty tougher than them.

Now we get to hear how
you could have been a contender?

- Hey! You see this?
- Yeah.

They used to call this
the Hammer.

Wow.

Y'all are done to a turn
and ready to serve.

Everybody okay?

- They're really very sweet.
- [CHUCKLES] Oh, yeah.

Hey! I don't remember putting
a wall here. How you doing, Jammer?

- Pretty good. How are you, little lady?
- I'm okay.

- I want a full check on that gear.
- Yes, sir.

- These guys are about as much fun as a tax audit.
- You got that right.

Hippy, you're gonna give
that rat a disease.

Hi, Linds.

Well, well.
Mrs. Brigman.

Not for long.

You never did like
being called that, did you?

Not even when
it meant something.

- Is that One Night in Flatbed?
- Yeah. Who else?

- Here. Say hi.
- Hey, One Night, it's Lindsey.

Oh, hi, Lindsey.

[ONE NIGHT] Obstacle avoidance showing' a
rise about 100 meters. What do you want to do?

- Copy, Bud?
- I can't believe you were dumb enough to come down here.

Now you're stuck here for the storm?
That was dumb, hot rod, real dumb.

I didn't come down here
to fight with you.

Yeah? Well, then,
why did you come down?

You need me. Nobody knows the systems
on this rig better than I do.

Once you're disconnected from Explorer, you
are on your own for how long this storm lasts.

What if something was to happen after surface
support clears? What would you have done?

You're right. Us poor, dumb old boys
might've had to think for ourselves.

It could have been a disaster.

- Wanna know what I think?
- Jesus, look where this thing is set.

- You wanna know what I think?
- Not particularly.

- I think you were worried about me.
- Then that must be it.

Seriously, I think you were.
Come on.

It's okay.
You can admit it.

I was worried about the rig. I've
got four years invested in this project.

Yeah. You only had
three years invested in me.

Well, you have
to have priorities.

It's kind of messy,
but I guarantee you...

it's the only bunk
that won't be occupied.

You can get a couple hours rest
before we get there.

What are you still
wearing that for?

I don't know.
The divorce ain't final.

I forgot to take it off.

- I haven't worn mine in months.
- Yeah.

Well, what's his name
wouldn't like it... the Suit.

Do you always have to call him that...
the Suit?

Makes you sound like such a hick.
His name is Michael.

How is Michael...
Mr. Brooks Brothers?

Mr. BMW.
Still seeing him?

No.

No, I haven't seen him
in a few weeks.

Terribly sorry.
What happened?

- Why are you doing this? Why?
- What?

This is none of your business.
It's not a part of your life any more.

I'll tell you what happened.

You woke up one morning
in those satin sheets.

[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't you clever?

Jesus, you're clever.
You should start your own talk show!

Ask Dr. Bud... advice to the lovelorn
from 300 fathoms.

- [DISGRUNTLED SIGH]
- Thank you. Thank you.

Oh, shit.

[ONE NIGHT]
I'm cutting' you loose, Bud.

[BUD OVER RADIO] One Night,
stay clear. We're setting' her down.

Touchdown!

This is us. We're sitting right
on the edge of the Cayman Trough.

This is the Montana,

300 meters away,
70 meters below us.

We think she slid down the wall,
and now sits here on this outcropping.

So we're gonna have to
drop straight down here.

This tell us how much radiation
we're getting'?

- 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.

If the 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.

God damn it. You know McWorter
can't run an R.O.V.

- [ONE NIGHT] Then you better go.
- I'll go.

- Good!
- What is your problem, huh?

On this dive, you'll do
absolutely nothing...

without direct orders from me, and you'll
follow those orders without discussion.

Is that clear?

Al right.

I want everyone finished, prepped and
ready to get wet in 15 minutes.

One of you guys give me a hand,
okay? Let's get suited up.

Guys, guys.
Hold it a second.

Hold it! whoa!

Okay, here we go.
All right.

Look, um,
it's 3:00 a.n.

These guys are running on bad coffee
and about four hours of sleep.

- Maybe you 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 ordering' my people around.
It's not gonna work.

You got to know how to handle these people.
We got a way of doing' things around here.

Right now, I'm not interested
in your way of doing things.

Just get your team
ready to dive.

These guys got
no sense of humour.

Bud, you know your hand is blue?

Finler, shut up
and put your gear on.

Keep it coming.

- Hippy, throw me one of them cyalumes, please.
- Yeah, sure.

- Good. Good.
- Excuse me.

- What is all this stuff?
- Fluid-breathing system. We just got them.

- You use it when you go really deep.
- How deep?

- Deep.
- How deep?

It's classified. Anyway, you breathe
liquid so you can't get compressed.

- The pressure doesn't get you.
- You mean you got liquid in your lungs?

- Oxygenated fluorocarbon emulsion.
- Bullshit.

Check this out.

- Can I borrow your rat?
- What are you doing'?

- Hey, no, no, no.
- You're gonna kill her!

- It's okay. I've done this myself.
- Are you just drowning' 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 freaking' out!

- Just going through a normal adjustment period.
- Does this look normal to you?

- She's gonna drown!
- He's taking the fluid into his lungs.

He's taking the fluid
into his lungs.

There he goes.
There's a bit of anxiety here.

Now he's starting to relax.
He's breathing fine.

See his chest moving?
He's getting plenty of oxygen.

Ha. Damn rat's
breathing' that shit.

That is no bullshit, hands down,
the god damnedest thing I ever saw.

See, the fluid's harder to push in
and out than air.

It's a little more work to breathe,
but he's doing fine.

- He's digging' it.
- She's doing' it. She ain't digging' it.

Let her out now. Now!

Okay. All right.

Okay, now we let
the fluid drain from his lungs.

All right. Give her here.
Give her. Give her.

Here's your rat.

- See? He's fine.
- It's a she.

Going over the wall.

Coming to bearing 0-6-5.

Flatbed, you on line?

[ONE NIGHT] 10-4, Lindsey.
We read you loud and clear.

Starting our descent.
Divers, how you doing'?

Everybody's okay so far.

Hang on, boys.
It's all downhill from here.

Hey, how deep's
the drop-off here?

This here's a bottomless pit, baby...
two-and-a-half miles straight down.

[BUD OVER RADIO]
Cab 3, it's Bud. You on-line?

Cab 3, check.
I'm right behind you.

Cab 1, do you see it yet?

Magnetometer's twitching,
but I don't see anything yet.

Hang on. I want to test my strobes.

[COFFEY OVER RADIO]
Cab 1, do you have a visual?

- Cab 1, do you copy?
- Yeah.

Roger that. Found it.

[COFFEY]
Cab 1, radiation readings.

Neutron counter's
not showing much.

All right. Just continue
forward and along the hull.

Copy that. Continuing forward. You want
me to get shots of everything, yes?

Roger that. Document as much as you can,
but please keep moving.

Remember, we're on
a tight time line.

[LINDSEY]
Copy that.

Coming up to the mid ship's hatch.
Do you see it, Cab 37

Yeah, roger.
I got it.

- How do you want me?
- [BUD] Just hold above it.

- Roger. Holding.
- Okay, it's all yours, Lieutenant.

All right, A-team.
Let's do it.

Okay, Perry, Hippy,
let's get that R.O.V. Launched.

Okay, we're on it, boss. Go.

Little Geek is on the case.

Monk here, sir.

We got the mid ship'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. Somebody get on that tether.

Got it.

Sorry about this, little buddy, but
better you than me. Know what I mean?

[Meter Clicking]

- Coffey, these are the missile hatches, right?
- [COFFEY] That's right.

Looks like a couple of the hatches
have sprung. Radiation's nominal.

Warheads must still be intact.

- How many are there?
- 24 trident missiles. 8 MI RVs per missile.

That's 192 warheads, Coffey.

- How powerful are they?
- Your MI RV is a tactical nuke.

50 kilotons nominal yield,

say, five times Hiroshima.

Jesus Christ.
It's World War II in a can.

[COFFEY]
Let's knock off the chatter, people.

- [HIPPY] I'm heading into the reactor compartment.
- [Monk] Any reading?

[Meter Clacking] It's twitching', but
it's below the line you said was safe.

All right.
Let's get in there.

[COFFEY] Flatbed, drop down starboard
and stay along the cliff edge.

[ONE NIGHT]
Okay, copy that.

Keep heading for the bow.

Okay, Flatbed, this looks good.
Just set it down here.

- We're solid.
- Let's go.

[BUD]
All right. Let's go.

Okay, let's just take it
slow and easy going' in.

Don't take any chances.

Where are we, Coffey?

This is the forward
berthing compartment. This way.

[HULL GROANING]

[BUD]
You guys okay? Cat? Jammer?

- Right behind you, Bud.
- Check your gauges.

- How's your O-2?
- I'm okay.

- Gauges are good.
- Okay, 16 minutes to go.

[HIPPY] Jammer, your C-O-2 is up.

- Breathe slower, Buddy.
- [JAMMER] I'm okay.

[COFFEY]
Come on. Let's keep up.

All right. Up this way
to the control centre.

[STRAINING]

- It's jammed. Give me a hand.
- Get up here with that pry bar.

It's moving!
Pull!

Jesus!

All right. We knew we were
gonna see this. Just move on.

Come on, Jammer.
Let's go.

[BUD]
Okay, let's stay cool.

Everybody stay cool.

We can't help these guys,
but we might find somebody further in.

Stay here.

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

- Hey, Jammer. You okay?
- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

How you guys doing'?

- I'm dealing'.
- Triple time sounded like a lot of money, Bud. It ain't.

We're here.
Let's get 'er done.

Brigman, take your men
and continue aft.

Split up into two teams.

Come on. Let's get moving.
We head back in 14 minutes.

Let's go.

[BUD]
You okay, Jammer?

Yeah, fine.

- What's this?
- It should be the missile launch control centre.

- 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 of this rope here.

- You have any problem whatsoever, you tug twice.
- I got it.

Pull it hard. Five more minutes.
Just relax. You'll be okay.

- Okay.
- Be right back.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[HEAVY BREATHING CONTINUES]

You still reading' me
okay, big guy?

[JAMMER]
Read you fine, Bud.

Okay, just a few more minutes.

There's a couple compartments
up ahead that might have air.

- Okay, no problem.
- We got to be sure, right?

Hang on, Jammer. You just hold
on to that.. [Transmission Fades]

Shit!
Bud?

Bud, can you hear me?
Bud? Bud?

God damn it!

[HYPERVENTILATING]

Oh, Jesus!

[BREATHING SLOWS]

Bud, is that you?

[LOUD BANG]

Hang on, Jammer.

- [HYPERVENTILATING]
- Lew, Cat, hurry up! On the double!

[LEW]
I'm on my way.

- Jammer!
- [GURGLING]

- What's the problem?
- He's convulsing!

It's his mixture.
Too much oxygen.

Got to get the O-2 cut down!
Turn him over!

Crank it down, man!
You're losing' him!

All right. We got to get him
out of here. Let's go. Let's move it.

Easy, big fella.
That's it.

One Night, do you see the divers?
Are they out yet?

Negative, Lindsey.
Haven't seen hide nor hair.

Let's give them two minutes more max,
and then I'll sound a diver recall...

[BUD OVER RADIO]
Lindsey, do you copy?

Meet me at Flatbed. This is a diver
emergency. Linds, do you copy?

Uh, yeah, copy you, Bud.
I'm on my way.

Look, I'm just a medic,
which is mostly about patching' holes.

This type of thing, it's...
There's not much I can do.

A coma could last hours or days.

So you didn't get
anything on the cameras.

No. I didn't get
a picture of it.

- What about the video?
- No.

We lost power right then. Look, I just
don't want to talk about this, okay?

Fine. Be that way.

Look, I don't know
what I saw, Bud, okay?

Coffey wants to call it a Russian
submersible, fine, it's a Russian submersible.

- No problem.
- Yeah, but you think it was something' else.

What?
One of ours?

- No.
- Well, whose then?

Come on, Lindsey, talk to me.

Look, Jammer saw something down there,
something that scared the hell out of him.

His mixture got screwed up.
Jammer panicked.

He pranged his regulator,
and his mixture got screwed up.

But what did he see
that made him panic?

Well, what do you think he saw?

I don't know.

- Did any of you see it?
- No, sir. The Brigman woman saw it.

It could have been
a Russian bogey.

Oh, Cinclantfleet's
gonna go ape shit.

Two Russian attack subs, a Tango and a
Victor, were tracked within 50 miles of here.

Now they don't know
where the hell they are. Okay.

[SIGHS]
I haven't got any choice.

I'm confirming you
to go to phase two.

You'll recover
one warhead, arm it...

and wait for
further instructions.

- We got a problem with that?
- Negative, sir.

- [WHISTLES] Better come on.
- Turn it up, folks.

Sources have not confirmed any reports
that the Montana encountered...

a Soviet fast-attack sub
prior to its sinking,

and the Kremlin continues
to deny any involvement.

Oh, that's us.
That's us, man.

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 of activity.

With Cuba only 80 miles away,

the massive build up
of American forces...

has drawn official protest
from Havana and Moscow.

Russian and Cuban trawlers,
undoubtedly surveillance vessels,

have been circling the area,

- and Soviet aircraft have repeatedly been warned away.
- This sucks.

Hippy, what's the matter
with you?

What's the matter with me?
Nothing.

We're just in the middle
of some big-time international incident,

like the Cuban missile crisis
or something.

Figured that out for yourself,
did you, Hip?

We got Russian subs
creeping' around.

Anything goes wrong, they could say
whatever they want happened.

Relax, will you?
You're making' the women nervous.

- Cute, Virgil.
- You know, those SEALs ain't telling us diddly.

- Something' is going on!
- Come on, come on.

Hippy, you think everything's
a conspiracy.

Everything is.

Hurry up!
Coffey's splitting with Flatbed.

- I showed him how to work the controls, and they're outta here.
- Damn it.

- Didn't you tell him we need it right now?
- He didn't pay attention.

- Where the hell is he taking it?
- I have no idea!

Shit! Coffey! Come back!

We need the big arm
to unhook the umbilical.

There's a god damn
hurricane coming'!

- He switched off.
- It's unbelievable.

Go back down.

Tell those men to get below
and stay there.

We need to get unhooked
and get out of here now.

All right, do it then.

No problem, except your boys
went sightseeing with Flatbed.

My people need Flatbed
to get unhooked at their end.

- Back in two hours.
- Two hours?

We're gonna get the shit kicked
out of us by our pal Fred in two hours.

- Set cold tab fitting to 200 P.S.I.
- Set.

There she goes. She's breaking loose.
Bringing her up.

Okay. All right.

Get clear of the hatch. Keep going'
with it. Keep going'. 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
cruiser Appleton...

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 denied by state department officials...
- Bud, this is big time.

Who said that Captain Michael Sweeney
was acting correctly...

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 counter clockwise 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
of relations with the United States...

Soviet build up of tanks
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, you just feel so helpless.

You can see it coming, but what
can you do? What can anyone do?

Hey, I mean, they love their kids too.
So why are we doing' this?

If it happens, it happens.

There's nothing I can do about it,
right? I just don't think about it.

All right. Let's get their gear off!
Then clear the sub.

We got to get it out of here!
Come on. Let's go. Let's move it.

One Night, you're up.
Get ready to roll, baby.

- Don't touch that. Just back away.
- Excusez-moi.

Hey, Coffey, we are
a little pressed for time.

Prick. This ain't no drill,
slick. Make me proud.

Piece of cake, baby.

[LOUD BANGING]

[BUD OVER RADIO]
What's the problem, One Night?

All hell must be breaking loose
up there. This cable's pissing' me off.

- I can't get a grip on it.
- Well, keep trying, baby. Just keep trying.

Son of a bitch!

- Shit! We got a problem!
- [ALARM BEEPING]

- What's going on?
- We're losing number two thruster!

Bearing's going!

- It's not holding. We're swinging out of position here!
- God damn it!

- [METAL SCRAPING]
- Ooh! Jesus.

Ah, shit!

- The rig is moving!
- Yeah, I can see that.

Topside! Pay out some slack.
We're getting' dragged.

- Down on number one winch! Down on one!
- We're getting' dragged!

Bud, we're headed right
for the drop-off.

What the hell?
We just lost all the topside feeds.

Shit! Get him on the U.Q. C.!
Bud!

- We lost the crane!
- Say again. What?

The crane! We've lost the crane!
It's on its way down to you!

All right, everybody.
Everybody, rig for impact!

- [ALARM BLARING]
- Close all the exterior hatches!

[BUD OVER PA.]
Go, go, go, go!

Wait, wait, wait!

Get in here!

What the hell is going'
on around here?

I don't know.

You two help secure the rig.
Let's go.

One Night, you hear me? Get the hell
out of there! The crane's coming' down!

[GRUNTS, GROANS]

[ONE NIGHT]
I'm okay. I'm clear, Bud.

[BANGING]

[RADAR PINGING]

I've got it.
It's headed straight for us.

[RADAR PINGING FASTER]

[BANGING]

[RELIEVED SIGHS]

Oh, shit.

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.
- [LINDSEY] Oh, my God!

- Bud!
- [BUD] Grab on to something!

Jesus!

[ALL GRUNTING]

- [BUD] Battery rooms front. Let's go!
- Cat, put that out!

- Bud!
- Yeah?

- Drill room's flooding'!
- Get back down there!

Go! I'll take
the battery room. Jesus!

[ALARM BLARING]

[PANTING HEAVILY]

Shit!

Get out of there!
Close the door! Seal the room!

[DOOR CLOSING]

Lindsey, let's get out of here!

Whoa!

- [GASPS]
- [SQUEAKING]

[SCREAMING, PANTING]

- [ALARM BLARING]
- [RUMBLING]

- [MOANING]
- Hold this on me!

Okay.

Lindsey! Lindsey!

- Aaah!
- I got him.

Let's get the hell out of here!

Aaah!

Let's go!

Let's go!
Get the door!

Get the door!

- Aaah!
- Jesus!

[MUFFLED]
Bud! Bud!

[GROANS]

Finler, cut the hose!

Cut the line to the motor!

I can't open it from out here!

- [SCREAMING]
- Finler, cut the hose!

- [LOUD CREAK]
- Finler!

[GRUNTING, COUGHING]

Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Come on, Sonny!

Hey, Cat!
Help me out, man!

Hang on!

- [BOTH GRUNTING]
- The hose! Cut the hose!

The line to the motor!
Hurry up!

- [HOSES HISS]
- [GRUNTS]

- Come on, Cat!
- [GRUNTING CONTINUES]

Hurry!

Come on, Sonny, help me out!
Come on, push!

Come on, Sonny!

- Let's go!
- Come on, let's go! We gotta go, go, go!

Get outta here!
Come on, move it!

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!
Get the hatch, Cat!

Get the hatch!
Get the hatch!

[ALL PANTING]

[KISSES]

You all right?
Everybody okay?

- Yeah.
- Yeah. Oh, son of a bitch.

[WHISPERS]
Oh, man.

[SONNY]
Benthic Explorer, this is Deep Core 2.

Do you read me?

Benthic Explorer, Benthic Explorer,
this is Deep Core.

Do you read me?
Over.

Forget it, Sonny.
They're gone, man.

Mayday, mayday, mayday.

Hey.

They're gone.

Okay?

I just want to get out of this.

Just like to see my wife
one more time.

All right, then you'd
better keep trying, huh?

[Clears Throat]
Mayday, mayday, mayday.

This is Deep Core 2.
Do you read me?

Benthic Explorer, Benthic Explorer,
do you read me?

This is Deep Core 2.
Over.

Mayday, mayday, mayday.

This is Deep Core 2.
Do you read me? Over.

Hey, Jammer.

[WHISPERING]
Jesus.

- Shh!
- Wait a second. I got it, I got it.

- I'll do it.
- You'll do it yourself.

Find your buddy?

- [GROANS]
- No.

Tighter. Tighter.

- Brigman.
- What?

I was under orders.
I had no choice.

How's it going', Cat?

What's the scoop, Ace?

Well, I can get power
to this module in sub bay...

if I reroute these buses,

but I gotta get past the mains,
which are a total meltdown.

[SIGHS] Bud, there won't be enough
to run the heaters.

In a few hours, this place
is gonna be as cold as a meat locker.

What about 0-2?

Yeah, well, brace yourself.

If we close off the sections we're not
using, we have about maybe 12 hours' worth.

Storm's gonna last
a lot longer than 12 hours.

Yeah, well,
I can maybe extend that. Maybe.

There's some storage tanks outboard
next to the wrecked module.

I'll have to go outside,
though, and tie onto them.

Hey, Linds.

- Linds.
- Yeah?

I'm glad you're here.

[SIGHS]
Yeah.

I'm not.

Hey.
Found Cab 3.

Deader than dog shit, boss.

That girder went right through
the brainpan.

[BUD]
Yeah, I see that.

- Where are you?
- Living quarters, level two.

Oh, geez.

[HIPPY]
That's Perry.

That's it, then.
Finler, McWorter, Dietz and Perry.

Jesus.

Uh, we just leave 'em there?

For now.
We got no choice.

First priority's
to get something to breathe.

[BUD OVER RADIO]
Where are you now, Linds?

I'm under
the starboard trimodule.

- Still with me, Hip?
- [HIPPY OVER RADIO] Right behind you, Linds.

How's it look?

[LINDSEY OVER RADIO]
You guys really screwed up my rig.

There's a lot
of wreckage out here.

- Well, don't get fouled.
- Hit me with that 9/16, okay?

- Yeah.
- Thank you.

So, there you 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 of hers.

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 of tests.

If you 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 chief engineer
on this thing a couple years ago.

She went front office
on you, man?

Yeah, well, you know Lindsey.

She's just too damn
aggressive...

- Son of a bitch.
- [TOOL CLATTERS]

She didn't leave me.
She just left me behind.

Bud, let me tell you something'.

She ain't half as smart
as she thinks she is.

- [LAUGHS] Get outta here.
- [LAUGHING]

[HIPPY] Come on.
Let's see those muscles.

Bingo. That's one.

Two for two.

- Hey. Hey.
- [STATIC HUMMING]

Lindsey, do you read me?
Over.

Copy you, Hippy.
What's the matter?

Oh, shit. The power's jacking'
around with us again.

Lindsey, come back.

I just lost video.
Lindsey, are you there?

Hippy, do you copy?

- Linds, you copy?
- [RADIO STATIC]

Shit.

What the hell...
Hippy, do you copy?

Damn it.
Bud, do you copy? Over.

Uh, I seem to be having
a problem here.

Shit.

Damn it.

[camera shutter clicking]

- That's a great shot, Linds.
- You drop your dive line?

Come on, you guys.
Come on.

That's the smaller one. You can
kinda see how it's zigging around.

- Yeah, whatever it is.
- I'm telling you what it is.

- You're just not hearing me.
- Now, Lindsey, you...

There is something down there.
Something not us.

You could be more... specific.

- Something that zigs.
- Not us.

Not human. Get it?

Something non-human, but intelligent.

A non terrestrial intelligence.

- A non terrestrial intelligence.
- Yes.

N.T.I.s. Oh, man,
that's better than U.F.O.s.

But that works too, huh?
Underwater flying objects.

Are we talking
little space friends here?

Hell, yeah! Hot rods of the gods!
Right, Linds?

No, really.
It could be N.T.I.s.

The C.I.A. Has known
about them forever.

They abduct people all the time.

Hippy, would you do me a favor?
Stay off my side.

- Will you step into my office, please?
- Certainly.

L... Come here.

- Jesus, Linds.
- Oh, Bud, come on.

Something really important
is happening here.

I'm trying to keep this situation
under control.

- I can't allow you to create this kind of hysteria.
- Who's hysterical?

- Nobody's hysterical!
- Shh.

All I'm saying is, when you're
hanging' on by your fingernails,

you don't go
waving your arms around.

Look, I saw something. I'm not gonna
say I didn't see it when I did.

I'm sorry.
Please.

You are the most stubborn woman
I ever knew.

Yes. I am.

But I need you
to believe me right now.

Come on, look at me.
Am I stressed out?

Do I have any symptoms of pressure
sickness? Tremor? Slurred speech?

- No.
- No.

Bud, this is me, Lindsey.
Okay?

You know me better
than anybody in the world.

Now watch my lips.

I saw these things.

I touched one of them,

and it wasn't some clunky steel can
like we would build.

It glided.

It was the most beautiful thing
I've ever seen.

Oh, God,
I wish you'd been there.

It was a machine...
It was a machine, but it was alive.

It was like a...
like a dance of light.

Please. You have to trust me.

Now, I don't think they mean us
any harm. I don't know how I know that.

It's just a feeling.

Geez. I'm supposed to
go on a feeling?

How can 1? 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] All I want is 24-hour
surveillance on the exterior cam.

- [CAT SHOUTING]
- I've got six people, I've got...

Everybody just stop.

Al right,

I want a round-the-clock manning of the
sonar shack and the exterior cameras.

That Russian bogey comes back,
I don't think we should be taking a nap.

Oh, give me a break, Coffey.

Those things live three-and-a-half
miles down in an abyssal trench.

Trust me, they're not
speaking Russian.

- Have you finished the repairs on the acoustical transmitter yet?
- Nope.

Why not?

I was having my hails done.

Well, get it done.

Kiss my ass.

Al right,

get something' straight.

You people
are under my authority.

- Look, partner...
- When I give you an or...

Look, partner,
we don't work for you,

we don't take orders from you...

and we don't much like you.

Hey, Cat. Cat!

- Yeah?
- Why don't you 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.

Al right.

Come on, A.J. Squared-away,
a little to the left.

[HIPPY]
What is that?

Oh, this is not happening.

Oh, man.

[HIPPY] Look at me. I'm shaking'.
All right, wait, wait, wait.

And now...

here's Ml RV.

Come on, man.
What else could it be?

Why bring it here?

It's gotta be some kind of emergency
plan to keep it away from the Russians.

Look, they hot-wire
one of the nukes,

they use some kind of detonator
that they brought,

then they stick it back in the sub,
fry the whole thing up.

Bam! Slicker than snot.

I'm telling' ya.
And I'm not being' paranoi...

Hi, Linds.

Linds, will you just
wait a second.

God damn it, if you don't
do something about it, I will!

Lindsey, we'll do something about it!
Just wait a second!

- Lindsey.
- What?

- Just stop and think about this.
- What?

[BANGING CONTINUES]

You got some huevos
bringing that thing into my rig.

With all that's going on up in the world,
you bring a nuclear weapon in here?

Mrs. Brigman...

Does this strike anyone as particularly
psychotic, or is it just me?

Mrs. Brigman, you don't need to know
the details of our operation.

It's better if you don't.

You're right.
I don't need to know.

What I need to know is that thing is off
this rig! Do you hear me, Roger Ramjet?

You're becoming
a serious impediment to our mission.

Now, you either do an about-face
and walk out of here,

or I'll have you escorted out.

I will not do an about-face
and get out of here.

- Who do you think you're talking...
- [ALARM BELL RINGS]

Emergency! Maintenance Room B!
Everybody move it!

- On the double!
- Now! Now!

- [ALARM CONTINUES]
- In here! Come on! We've got trouble!

- Now! Come on!
- What's going' on?

- All right, all right, all right, all right!
- [ALARM STOPS]

[ONE NIGHT]
What's up? What's happening?

You let her go, man.
Do it. Do it now!

Let her go.

[GRUNTS]

That was the smartest thing
you ever did.

- Coffey, you son of a bitch...
- Lindsey! Cool it.

- [CAT] What's the problem?
- Nothing'.

We were just leaving.
Weren't we?

W-We don't need them.

We can't trust them.

We may have to take steps.

We're gonna have to take steps.

Linds, I want you to stay away
from that guy.

- I mean it.
- The guy is gone.

Did you see his hands?

What? He's got the shakes?

Look, he's operating on his own,

he's cut off from
his chain of command,

he's showing signs
of pressure-induced psychosis...

and he's got a nuclear weapon.

So, as a favour to me, try to put
your tongue in neutral for a while.

I gotta tell you, I give this whole
thing a sphincter factor of about 9.5.

Look, you can just punch into his primary
guidance chip where you want him to go...

and he'll go there, right?

- No. Bad idea, Lindsey. Bad.
- Why? Hip, come on.

Because even if it could
take the pressure at that depth,

- which I don't think it can,
- Yeah?

Without the tether you know what'd
happen when it got down there?

It would just sit like...
Please.

It would just sit
like a dumb shit.

Something would have to pass in front
of the camera for you to see anything.

But we could get lucky, right?
So we should go for it.

- I really ought to talk to Bud about this.
- This is between you and me.

We get proof,
and then we tell the others.

If we can prove to Coffey
that there aren't Russians down there,

maybe he'll ease off the button
a little bit.

I gotta tell ya, that guy scares me more
than anything we're gonna find down there.

He's a god damn 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 off your face.

Good night, little buddy.

[GASPS]

[WHISPERS]
Bud. Bud. Bud!

Get up.

What?

Cat.

- Cat!
- Hey!

[MUMBLING]
God... Leave me alone.

[GASPS]

Bud.

Wait. It's okay.

Sweet Christ Almighty.

I think it likes you.

It's trying to communicate.

[ONE NIGHT]
That's Bud.

[LAUGHING]

It's wonderful.

It's me.

- No, no, no.
- Shh. It's okay.

[ONE NIGHT]
What is it?

[ONE NIGHT]
Is it alive?

[BUD]
Lindsey, no.

Sea water.

[ONE NIGHT]
Oh, man.

Come on. Come on!

- Hurry!
- Where the hell's it going'?

Huh?

Hurry! I think it's headed
for B module.

Linds, you see it?

[GASPS]

[SHUDDERING, GRUNTING]

- Aah!
- Aah!

Aaah!

[SHIVERING]

[WHIMPERING,
CONTINUES SHIVERING]

[STATIC STOPS]

[PINGING CONTINUES]

[LINDSEY] So, raise your hand if you
think that was a Russian water tentacle.

Lieutenant?

No? Well.

A breakthrough.

Hey, Ace, you done
impression' yourself?

No way that thing
could just be sea water.

They must have learned to control water.
I mean at a molecular level.

They can plasticize it, polymerize it,
do whatever they want to do with it.

They can put it
under intelligent control.

Maybe their whole technology's
based on that.

- What?
- Controlling water.

- [HIPPY] Was it the same thing that you saw the last time?
- No.

You know, I don't think that
that thing you saw was one of them.

- What are you talking about?
- I mean, I don't think it was an N.T.I.

I think it was their version
of an R.O.V., like Big Geek.

- [CAT] Hippy, you mean they was just checking' us out?
- Yeah.

- How come?
- [LINDSEY] Curious, I suppose.

We're probably the first people that have
ever seen one. Who's been down this far?

[GRUNTING] - [CAT] Sure hope they
don't judge the rest of us by him.

[GRUNTS]

Went straight for the warhead,

and they think it's cute.

You need to get some sleep.

[PANTING]
We have no way...

of warning the surface.

You know what that means?

It means whatever happens...

is up to us.

Us.

[GRUNTING]

[ONE NIGHT] So you think
they're from down there originally,

or from, you know...

[LAUGHS]
I don't know.

I think...
I think they're from you know.

Some place with similar conditions...
cold, intense pressure.

Oh, man.

Happy as hogs in a wailer
down there, probably.

[METALLIC SPINNING SOUND]

[GASPS]

[SPINNING SOUND CONTINUES]

[SPINNING SOUND CONTINUES, LOUDER]

[GASPS]

Sniff something'?

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 them.
- Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Take this.
We're going to phase three.

[GROANING]
What? We don't have orders for that!

[HIPPY] I programmed Big Geek...

to go down to the bottom of the trench
and shoot some video.

- Now they've got the warhead tied to it.
- Coffey?

- Linds...
- Coffey... No. Come on.

Just think about
what you're doing just one minute.

Just think about
what you'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!
- Get your damn hands off of me!

- Get in there!
- I know the way.

Your boss is fixing'
to pull the pin on 50 kilotons,

and we're all gonna be ringside!

He's having a full-on meltdown!

- What's the timer set for?
- Three hours.

- Shut up. Don't talk.
- Three hours?

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 matter with you?

Everybody just stay calm.

The situation is under control.

[GRUNTS]
Anybody touches that door, Kill them.

Schoenick, your lieutenant's about to
make a real bad career move.

- The guy's crazier than a shit house rat!
- Schoenick!

- They're trying to make contact!
- Can't you see he's lost it?

- Shut up!
- The shock wave'll kill us.

- Quiet!
- It'll crush this rig like a beer can.

- What are you talking about?
- We gotta stop him.

Shut up!

This is not our mission.
We can't detonate without orders.

[LINDSEY]
Schoenick, please!

[GRUNTING, YELLING]

He's about to declare war on an alien species
just 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 of your problems.

- Take it easy, Hippy.
- I'm all right.

How you feeling', big guy?

I'm okay, Bud, I...

I just figured I was dead back there
when I saw that angel coming' for me.

Uh... Yeah, okay.

Tell us about it later.

Come on.

He's got it tied off
with something'.

- Ready?
- [GRUNTS]

- [EXHALES]
- We're not gonna be able to budge it.

Now what?
This is the only door to sub bay.

- What are you 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 better wish me luck.

- Wish us luck.
- [BUD] You coming' 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 only way.

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]

- [BUD GASPS]
- [GRUNTS]

No!

Coffey. Coffey, listen...

[CLICK]

[GASPS]

[GRUNTING, GROANING]

[INHALES DEEPLY, COUGHS]

[Panting]

- Hey!
- [GASPS]

- [MUFFLED YELL]
- A a a ah!

[Bud Groans]

[GRUNTS, SCREAMS]

Hey!

Bud! You all right?

Get him, Cat!

[HATCH SLAMS]

[GRUNTS]
He's dogged it, Bud.

We gotta get this off of here.

Come on, help me.
Pull the gripper! Pull it!

Cat, get the door.

Ohh! Shit.

Come on!

- Shoot! Shoot!
- Are you all right?

The safety's on!
Safety's on!

Give me that!

[BULLETS HITTING VESSEL HOUSING]

Come on, let's go!
Help me out!

- Give me a hand! Move it!
- One Night, what about Cab 1?

Ready to launch.

Go! You're better
in these than I am!

You got air?
Come on, come on.

You got air.
You got air.

[GRUNTS]
Shit.

[JOYSTICK WHIRS]

[LINDSEY OVER RADIO]
Bud, get out of the way!

Shit!

[MOTORS FAILING]

[PANTING, GASPING]

Get in! Hurry up!

I'm coming', baby.
Keep your panty hose on.

[GRUNTING]

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

- Do you 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?
Do you see him?

I'll take a look.

He's coming' up fast.
Step on it.

Shit!

- Go to the right. Swing to the right.
- Shit.

[BUD]
Keep moving, baby.

Come here.

- That's right.
- [BOTH YELL]

[BUD]
That son of a bitch.

- Ohhh!
- Hard left, baby. Left, left, left!

[MOANING]

- Jesus Christ, lady.
- If you can do any better, then you're welcome up here.

[COFFEY GRUNTING]

Son of a bitch.

- Is he right on us?
- Yeah, he is right on your ass.

- Okay. Okay.
- Where you going'?

Hang on.

[GRUNTING]
Aaah!

[WHIMPERING]

[CRACKING, CRUNCHING]

[SCREAMING]

[LINDSEY OVER RADIO]
Deep Core, this is Cab 1. Do you read?

Deep Core, Deep Core,
this is Cab 1. Over.

I'm not getting any answer.

And we're flooding
like a son of a bitch.

Yeah? You noticed?

You know, you did okay back there,
Virgil. I was fairly impressed.

Yeah, well, not good enough.
We still gotta catch Big Geek.

Yeah? Well, not in 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!

- [GENERATOR FAILING]
- You all right?

Yeah.

- Well, that's that.
- Yeah. Wonderful.

There's light coming' from somewhere.
It's off to the right.

Yeah. That's the rig.

It's a good 60, 70 yards,
I'd say.

Well, they'll come after us.

Yeah, but it's gonna take '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.

God damn it, all I need is
a god damn crescent wrench.

- Come on.
- [BOTH GRUNTING]

A a a ah!

Shit!

Son of a bitch!

Okay, calm down, Bud.

- Calm down.
- Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

- We gotta get you out of here.
- 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 of
something'. Can't you think of something'?

Okay, why don't you 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 back you'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 are you...

Don't argue with me.
Just put it on.

- Look, this is not an option, so just 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 of degrees above freezing.

I'd go into deep hypothermia.

My blood'll go
like ice water. Right?

My body systems will slow down.
They won'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 only way.

You just put this on.
You know I'm right.

Please. It's the only way.

You've got all the...
stuff... on the rig to do this.

Put this on.
Bud, please!

This is insane.

- Oh, my God. I know.
- You okay?

It's the only way.

- 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!

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!

I got him!
I got him!

- Where?
- Oh, my God. It's Lindsey.

- Deep Core, do you read? Over.
- We got you, Bud.

- We're here.
- 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 coming' 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!

- [DEFIBRILLATOR ZAPS]
- [THUMP]

- [BUD] Anything?
- [HIPPY] No pulse.

- 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.
God damn, it's flat.

One, two, three, four, five,
one thousand.

One-one thousand,
two-one thousand... Breathe.

One, two, three, four...
Breathe!

[Bud Exhaling Rhythmically]

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!

[DEFIBRILLATOR BEEPING]

- [STEADY TONE] Come on, baby.
- Clear.

- Clear!
- [THUMP]

- [WHIMPERS]
- Get back.

[Exhaling]

Come on, breathe, baby.

God damn it, breathe.

God damn it, you bitch! You never
backed away from anything in your life!

Now fight!
Fight! Fight!

Right now! Do it!

Fight, god damn 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 doing' okay.

Big boys don't cry.
Remember?

Hi, lady.

Hi, tough guy.

[SHUDDERS]

- I guess it worked, didn't it?
- Yeah, of course it did.

You're never wrong, are you?

How you feeling? 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 so your eyes can focus
in the breathing fluid.

How's that feel?
There it is.

If you 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 of time.

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 I ought a check and see...

Uh, yeah, that's a good place.

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 be you.

Who, then?

80... I can hear you,

but I can't talk, right?

The fluid prevents the larynx
from making sound... Excuse me.

- It'll feel a little strange.
- Yeah, no shit.

I gotta warn you all...
I'm a pretty lousy typist.

[CHUCKLES]

[SIGHS]
The moment of truth.

- Come on. Let's go.
- Let's go.

Okay. Easy.

Okay.

I need it in the front
a little bit. Thank you.

- 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.
- Relax now, Bud.

- Relax. It's okay.
- Okay? Watch me. Watch me.

Don't hold your breath.
Take it in.

Just let yourself take it in.
Take it in.

- That's it.
- [CAT] Oh, man.

Don't hold your breath. Take it in.
There you go. Don't hold your breath.

Take it in.
That's it. There you go.

- 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 body will remember.

That's it. That's it.

- Perfectly normal.
- [CAT] Christ, he's breathing' it.

Give me that.

Can you hear me?

- There he goes. He's got it.
- Yes. Yes.

- Okay, Bud.
- That's it.

Try your key pad.

[Chuckling]

[HIPPY]
Right.

I already have.

[ALL LAUGHING]

Okay, let's go.

- Okay.
- That's okay. I got it.

[CAT]
I got it.

- Okay, Hippy, you got that?
- [LINDSEY] Hold on, Jammer.

- Okay, Bud.
- [ONE NIGHT] Easy. Easy.

Watch out. Watch the back.

[LINDSEY]
Careful.

I rigged in Little Geek's chip
the same as Big Geek.

It should take you
straight there.

All you have to do is hang on.

- What's his depth?
- Thirty-two hundred feet.

Your depth is 3,200 feet.

[LINDSEY OVER RADIO]
You're doing fine.

You'd better watch out for crane
wreckage. You should be almost to it.

Forty-eight hundred feet.
It's official.

Yeah.

Bud, according to Monk here, you just
set a record for the deepest suit dive.

Bet you didn't think you'd be doing
this when you got up this morning, huh?

One mile down.
Still grinning'.

Eighty-five hundred feet.

[SIGHS]
Eighty-five hundred feet, Bud.

Everything okay?

Ask him about
pressure effects...

tremors, vision problems, euphoria.

Ensign Monk wants to know
how you feel.

It's starting.
It hits the nervous system first.

Keep talking.
Let him hear your voice.

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 of training.

A lot of people
don't appreciate that.

Jesus, I'm sorry I can't
tell you these things to your face.

I have to wait till
you're alone in the dark,

freezing, and there's 10,000 feet
of water between us.

I'm sorry.
I'm... I'm rambling.

[CHUCKLES]

Coming' up on the big ten thou.

Twelve thousand feet.
Jesus, I don't believe he's doing' this!

[WHISPERING] Hippy!
Shut up! What's wrong with you?

[SIGHS]

Bud, how are you 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 my voice.
You have to try. Concentrate.

All right?
Just listen to my 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 Geek just folded.

[WHISPERS]
Jesus.

He can still make it.

Bud,

I know how alone you feel.

Alone in all that
cold blackness.

But I'm there in the dark
with you.

Oh, Bud, you're not alone.

Oh, God.

Do you remember that time...

You were pretty drunk.
You probably don't remember.

The power went out in that little
apartment we had on Orange Street.

We were staring at that one little candle
and I said something really dumb, like,

That candle is me, like...

like every one of us is out there
alone in the dark in this life.

And you just...

you just lit up another candle
and put it beside mine...

and you said,
No. See, that's me. That's me.

We stared at the two candles,

and then...

Well, if you remember
any of this,

I'm sure you remember
the next part.

But there are
two candles in the dark.

I'm with you.

I'll always be with you, Bud.
I promise that.

How you doing', partner?

You still with us?
Come back.

- You talk to us, Buddy boy.
- [SOBBING]

- Come on.
- Bud.

Bud? Now, come on.
You hanging' in there?

You have to talk to me, Bud.
Please.

I need to know if you're okay.

[ALL SIGHING]

[LINDSEY]
You see... You see a light?

What kind of light, Bud?

He's hallucinating badly.

- He made it.
- [SIGHS] Oh, my God.

Oh, man.

Okay, Bud,
we'll go step by step.

Remove the detonator housing...

by unscrewing it counter clockwise.

All right, Bud,
you have to cut the ground wire,

not the lead wire.

It's the blue wire
with the white stripe.

Not... I repeat...

not the black wire
with the yellow stripe.

[ALL SIGHING]

[ALL CHEERING]

- Yes!
- Quiet! Quiet. Save your air.

Bud, give me a reading
off your liquid oxygen gauge.

What?

- It took him 30 minutes just to get down there!
- Bud, do you hear me?

You drop your weights and start back
now, Bud! That gauge could be wrong!

Do you hear me? Just drop
your weights and start back now.

Your gauge could be wrong!
Your gauge could be wrong!

You drop your weights
and start back now!

No, you won't stay there!
Do you hear me? You drop your weights.

You can breathe shallow!
Do you hear me?

Bud, please! Listen to me,
please! God damn it!

You dragged me back from the bottomless
pit! You can't leave me here alone now!

Please.
Oh, God, Virgil, please.

Please.

I love you.

[INHALING DEEPLY]

[COUGHING]

Howdy.

Uh, how you guys doing'?

Attempts to convene a summit between
heads of state have collapsed...

Soviet build up of tanks
and aircraft have...

[Man #2] All citizens to stay on their
jobs, restrict unnecessary travel...

- [MAN 3] We had moments ago an unprovoked attack...
- Holy shit.

Across the country, National Guard
units have been mobilized,

and also defence volunteer staff
have been called to full-time duty.

You watch our TV.
That's what you're telling' me...

that you know what's
going' on up there?

Seismologists worldwide are reporting
an enormous disturbance...

throughout the world's oceans which
apparently began about 15 minutes ago.

They are acoustic shock waves, like tsunamis,
but with no apparent seismological source.

The waves are propagating toward
the shorelines of every continent.

[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't have a 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.

Getting bigger as I'm watching.

Still miles out.
Oh, my God.

- We're out of here.
- We're staying!

Give us a minute. I don't even know
if I'm still broadcasting.

I can't be sure.
I'll just keep going as long as I can.

- Get out of the way!
- A thousand...

You guys are doing this.

You guys are doing this, right?
You can control water.

That's your technology.
But why are you doing' this?

[Loud Hum Resonating]

Okay.

Okay, that's enough.
I get the point!

How do you know that
they're really gonna do it?

Where do you get off passing'
judgment on us? You can't be sure.

How do you know?

[HORNS HONKING]

[PEOPLE SHOUTING, SCREAMING]

[Man Speaking Russian Over PA.]

[ALARM BLARING]

You could have done it.

Why didn't you?

[CHUCKLES]

[MAN OVER RADIO] Deep Core, do you
read? This is Benthic Explorer. Over.

Do you hear, Deep Core?

Deep Core, do you read?
Do you read me, Deep Core?

[FAINTLY] Deep Core, do you read?
This is Benthic Explorer. Over.

Hell, yes, we read.
Good of you to join us.

- Copy, Deep Core. Hey, I've got them!
- How's that storm up there?

It's strange. It just blew
itself out all of a sudden.

Hell, son, you better get
a line down to us.

We're in moderately poor shape down
here. We lost seven people, including' Bud.

And we're about out of O-2, so whatever
you're gonna do, you better do it fast.

You boys make up your mind
how to get us out of here yet?

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 do you stop
a half-mile high tidal wave in...

Hey. Hey. Hey, it's Bud!

That's impossible.

- [BUD OVER RADIO] Do you read me, Deep Core? Do you hear?
- 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 of hand.

They sent a message.
Hope you got it.

I'd say that's a big 10-4, Jack.

They want us to grow up a bit
and put away childish things.

Of course,
it's just a suggestion.

[LAUGHTER CONTINUES]

Looks like you boys
might be out of business.

[RUMBLING]

What the hell's going' on?

- One Night, get to sonar.
- Good God Almighty.

[RADAR PINGING]

Fellas, I'm getting' 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.

[LOUD BANGING]

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.

Hello, Mrs. Brigman.