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[ Ship horn blows in distance ]

— I don’t understand why you won’t listen to me.

— It’s a splice overlap P.C.R. reaction

— with an immune-modulatory gene.

— It will help the body identify the virus

— and create antibodies.
— Yes, yes.

— You are young and have a bright career ahead.

— And don’t waste your time
with schoolboy science fiction.

— The virus is spreading.

— There are cases being reported beyond the middle east.

— It will be in Oslo by winter.

— It is deadly and will likely mutate.

— We…
— Niels.

— I am well aware of what’s at stake.

— But what you are proposing is too dangerous.

— The Australians tried it on mouse pox.

— It was a complete disaster.

— I’ve already done the experiment.

— What?

— On myself.

— While you were gone. And it worked.

— You are mad.
— I’m still here.

— Absolutely mad.
— I’m perfectly healthy.

— Professor Lindblad, please.
— You stay away from my lab.

— You hear me? I am finished with you!

— Professor.

— What was that?

— Stubborn old man.

— Still living in the past.

— He still views you as his pupil. [ Chuckles ]

— Someday the world will see you like I do.

— But only I get to be your wife.

— Now let’s eat. I have a plane to catch.

[ Clears throat ] — Oh, Oslo to London,

— London to Frankfurt,

— and if I don’t miss my connection,

— I have less than a day in Rome.

[ Sighs ] — Too much travel.

— Mm. And I think I’m coming down with something.

— I’ve been taking these homeopathic immuno boosters.

— Jana swears by them. [ Clears throat ]

[ Door opens ]

— You’ll be happy to know that
the ship is finally repaired.

— Dr. Scott can’t have gone too far.

— We’ll find her again.

— Well, you’ve found and lost her several times before.

— Forgive me for not getting my hopes up.

— If she were close to having
a vaccine, where would she go?

— Well, she would need animals to test it on…

— Ones that are bigger than these.
— Like what?

[ Mice squeak ]

— Monkeys.

— Closest place to here is Puerto Rico.

— No. Captain Chandler would have wanted

— to get farther away from us.

— He must be somewhere else.

[ Switch clicks, electricity buzzes ]

— Central America, then.

— Can you be more specific?
— No.

[ Door closes ]

[ Monkey squeals ]

— Remember I told you I discovered
an extra gene on the virus?

— All this time I’ve been struggling

— to figure out where it came from.

— It turns out that it’s a human gene.

— Someone added a human gene to the virus?

— Why?
— I have no idea.

— No matter what I try, the virus seems to be

— one step ahead of me.

— It’s outsmarting whatever I throw at it.

— What’s worse, it’s made the original virus

— 10 times more lethal and virtually indestructible.

— How many monkeys you have left? Three?

— Two.

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[ Indistinct conversations ]

— Hey.

— Afternoon.

— Hey, you really wanna listen to the same 50 songs

— for the rest of your life?

— Okay, three kick-ass playlists for one granola bar.

— You ain’t gonna find a better deal than that.

— Don’t even think about it, Pete.

— Everybody knows Miller’s got the lamest music.

[ Sighs ] — All right, you get the goods.

— When I get mine.

— Done.
— Okay?

— Yep.
— Thank you.

— It’s gonna take time, bro.

[ Sighs ]

[ Exhales, breathing heavily ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Door opens ]

— Heard you were up and about.

— I’m doing great, sir.
— Mm.

— And your team?
— Cruz is fully healed,

— been whipping the new guys
into shape while I’ve been down.

— And, uh, I talked to Cossetti.

— Hmm.

— He’s contrite, sir. Anxious to prove himself again.

— Good. Let’s get him out there soon as we can.

— That’ll help him win back some of the crew.

— Makes sense, sir.

— We didn’t wanna hit you with this

— until you were back on your feet, but you’re aware that

— we’re punishing Lieutenant Foster.

— I am.
— We thought two weeks

— double night watch would be good for you.

— Starting tonight.
— Yes, sir.

— And complete transparency as
to why you’re being punished.

— It’s not enough that people know you broke the rules.

— They need to know why breaking the rules is dangerous.

— You should know, sir, I cut it off after that night.

— Doesn’t change a word I’ve said.

— I just don’t want people to lose faith in me, sir.

— You’re a leader.

— Lead.

Woman: — I can’t believe how
fast my little girl is growing.

— She’s started to roll onto her tummy,

— and she can almost sit up by herself now.

Woman: — But I think we’re gonna have to…

[ Switch clicks ]

Man: — We’re in Little Rock.

— Uh, we do have a little bit of water,

— but we sure could use some more.

Woman: — * this way *

— * that would take…

— That’s Marilyn. Palm beach.

— She was a bunny at the, uh,
Miami Playboy Club in the ’60s.

— She puts on her own show every afternoon.

[ Chuckles ]

— She’s amazing.

— We have a good signal today.

[ Switch clicks ]

Woman: [ Caribbean accent ]
Please, is anyone out there?

— Too sad. I’m going back to Marilyn…
— No. Wait. Stay there.

— My name is Bertrise.

— Everyone else on my boat is dead.

— But I’m not sick, I swear. I just need help.

— Please, I don’t have any food or water.

— Wayne. Get Dr. Scott and the C.O.

— Won’t last much longer.

— I’m scared. Please.

— Sir, she’s an 18-year-old girl from Jamaica.

— She’s on a fishing boat off
the coast of St. John point.

— I first logged her three weeks ago.

— There were 50 people on her boat.

— A week later, we heard her again.

— But then there were only 15 people left.

— And now she’s alone?

— So if everyone on her boat has died from the virus

— and she’s the only one alive…

— I mean, it could be that she’s naturally immune.

— You want us to find her?
— No, I need you to find her.

— If I can take a look at her D.N.A.,

— I might figure out a way to beat this thing.

— Awfully convenient.

— You think it’s a trap?
— I don’t know.

— How many immune people in the world?

— Be incredibly rare, but of course they exist.

— Are you absolutely sure that
it’s been this girl’s voice

— on the radio the entire time?

— I know that voice.

— Gator!

— Any idea where she might be?
— I’ve got four R.D.F. bearings

— from some of her recent transmissions.

— 60% confidence of her position within a 10-mile radius.

— Boat that size… Still take hours to find her.

— If we found her at all.

— Sir, she’s all alone out there.

— She’s running out of water.

— We… we don’t even know how much longer she’ll last.

— We have to reach out to her.

— Sir, if I may, breaking radio silence

— will broadcast our bearing to anyone out there listening.

— And we are broadcasting.

— Bertrise?

— Bertrise, you there?

[ Static ]

— Bertrise?

Bertrise: — Hello? This is Bertrise.

— Can you hear me?

— Bertrise, this is Joe Brown. I’m on a fishing boat.

— I might be in your area.
— Oh, my God.

— Are you talking to me? Hello?

— Now I need you to find the G.P.S.

— It’s a little computer screen with numbers on it.

— Okay. Uh, okay… I know what it is.

— Can you read me those numbers?

— It says 18. Then 36.4. And the letter “n.”

— 1-8 tack 3-6.4 north.

— Okay, Bertrise, can you read me the next line of numbers?

— 79, 46.7, w.

— Are you coming?
— She’s approximately 280 miles north.

— Yes, Bertrise, we’re coming to get you.

— Oh, thank you!

— The… the boat has a blue Octopus painted on the side.

— Can you keep talking to me?

— I gotta go now, Bertrise, so we can come find you.

— Please don’t hang up.
— Hang tight. We’re on our way.

— Okay, we’re out.

[ Indistinct radio chatter ]

— Admiral…

—

—

—

—

—

—

—

—

—

[ Whirring ]

[ Indistinct P.A. Announcement ]

— Which boat are we in?

— Doc hasn’t cleared me yet.

— So ride Cobra Two with Lieutenant Burk and his team.

— You got it.

— Good.

— You wanted to see me, sir?

— I know you’ve only been on my
team for a couple weeks now,

— but everything you do reflects on me.

— And I’m not gonna be out there today to cover your ass.

— I’m aware, sir, that everybody’s doubting me.

— That I brought that on myself. But I will do the job.

— You know you took Frankie Benz’s spot.

— Now you can never fill those shoes

— and I don’t expect you to, but you’ve gotta bring it.

— Every second of every day from here on in,

— or I will find somebody else that will.

— I’ll bring it, sir.

— You’ll ride with captain in Cobra One.

— Sir, uh…

— Just wanted to tell you I appreciate this opportunity.

— I won’t let you down.

— Gear up then.

— Yes, sir.

[ Door clanks open ]

[ Motors revving ]

— Mason, monitor all stations.

— We need to hear everything that’s going on out there.

— Aye, sir.
— Remember, no transmissions.

— Nathan James does not transmit
under any circumstance.

— Where are the beacons?

— They’re not wearing any.

— We can’t risk anybody else picking up their location.

—

—

—

—

— From 1835.20 north, 70946.12 west,

— contact bears 3-2-0.

— Sir, they’ve located the boat.

— Put it on speaker. [ Switch clicks ]

— Roger that, Captain. All right, fellas, masks on.

— Stay frosty.

— Fan out. Search every inch of this boat.

— They’re boarding the Octopus, sir.

[ Radio chatter ]

— Steady. Watch our 3.

— We’re coming. Where is she?

[ Muffled voice ] — Bertrise!

— Nothing in the hole.

— Bertrise! We’re not gonna hurt you!

— Send security.

— To the left, left.

— Bertrise!

— Search every inch of this boat!

— Bertrise, we’re here to help you!

— Bertrise!

— Bertrise!

— Search on the lower deck!

— No sign of her, Captain.

— Keep looking. She has to be somewhere.

— Tex, Cossetti, come with me.
— Sir.

— U.S. Navy! We’re here to help you!

— They’re not here.

[ Door creaks ]

Man: — Bertrise?

[ Water sloshing ]

— Bertrise!

— You down here?!

— This does not feel right.

[ Water sloshing ]

— Whoa.

— Bertrise! Are you down here?!

— There’s nothing but death down here.

— Captain, we got company.

— From where? What direction? You got something?

— Negative, sir.

— Tower, C.I.C. I want that bird in the air. Now!

[ Radio chatter ]

[ Helicopter blades whirring ]

— U-boats approaching. Fast off the starboard bow.

— All right, give me eyes…

—

—

— It’s the Russians.
— Sons of bitches.

— You think they set us up?

— Might not be anybody alive on board.

— We don’t know that! Keep looking!

Burk: — Sir, we have 30, maybe 40 seconds

— before they’re in firing range.

— And we don’t know how many more are behind them!

[ Woman crying ] — Bertrise?

— Aah!
— I found her!

— They got her.

— You’re not fishermen.

— No, we’re the United States Navy.

— We’re here to help you. Come on.

— We got her, Captain!

— We got her!
— Let’s get her out of here! Now!

— Go, go, go!
— Move, move, move.

— I got her.
— Come on. Let’s go.

— Cruz, take the helm!

— Package is on the rear.

[ Motor starts ]
— Cobra Two, extract, now!

— We’ll create a diversion!

— Aye, sir. [ Clank ]

— Go with Burk in Cobra Two. [ Motor revving ]

— Damn it!
— Move, Cossetti!

— Keep moving, Cossetti! Keep moving!

— Stay down.

— Move it. Move it!

[ Motor revving ]

— Where’s my bird? Tell me she’s in the air.

[ Radio chatter ]

[ Gunshots ]

—

— Come on, Tex!

— Hey, man, it’s not as easy as it looks!

— Son of a bitch.

— Enough of this shit, Tex! Go to the 50 cal!

— When I break hard to starboard, light ’em up!

— Yeah, baby! [ Laughs ]

— We took a lot of hits.

— We’re sinking.

— And those other Russians will be coming back for us.

— You dive?

[ Static ]

—

—

—

— The girl’s boat is approximately here.

— Assuming the Russians were coming
from Cuba where we left them,

— their ship should be somewhere in this region.

— And their attack boats were broadcasting from here.

— What am I doing here?

— Your Russian pals are back.

— Are you sure? What have they said?

— I don’t know what they said. I don’t speak Russian.

— That’s why you’re here.

— You’re gonna sit down next to Mason.

— Eavesdropping. You just listen.

— If you pick up anything on the U.H.F., you translate.

— I’m damn sure Ruskov’s out there listening to us.

— You’ll tell me later what this is gonna cost me.

— I’ll do what you ask.

— When this is over, you make sure Ruskov dies.

— We are 2-0 miles from last known point of contact.

— We have contact with a vessel at 11:00,

— half mile, bearing 0-5-0.

Burk: — Saberhawk One, Cobra Two. How copy? Over.

Man: — Solid copy, Cobra Two.

Burk: — We have the package. En route home base.

Man: — Account for personnel, Cobra Two.

Burk: — Besides the package, seven souls…

— Burk, Cruz, Cossetti, Jeter, Dennison, Rowler, Walker.

Man: — Interrogative whiskey for Cobra One?

Burk: — We do not know their whiskey.

— Repeat, we do not know their whiskey.

— Be advised…

— Two Russian zodiacs in proximity to the octopus.

Man: — Solid copy.

— Saberhawk One ETA overhead
the Octopus three Mikes.

— Nathan James, we have negative
beacon contact from this vessel.

— How far you think we are from that fishing boat?

— With the currents?
— Yeah.

— 10 miles, maybe 15. [ Panting ]

— I don’t know whether they picked
up on our radio transmissions

— or intercepted my call to Bertrise.

— Either way, I’m pretty sure
the Russians are closer to us

— than the Nathan James is.

— Good thing we got beacons in those suits, right?

— I took ’em off before we started

— in case the Russians were around.

— Oh. Good plan.

— Well, you still got the radio?

— Call for help. That’s a chance we got to take.

— What?

— Do it. Do it!

— Nathan James, this is Cobra One.

— Sir, that’s the captain.

— Cease and desist all rescue operations.

— I say again, cease and desist any rescue operations.

— What the hell you doing?

— That’s a direct order.

— What’s he talking about?

— Ride off into the sunset with that package.

— It has been my sincere honor serving with you all.

— This will be my final transmission.

[ Static ]

— Please tell me that was some kind of a code.

— It wasn’t code.

— Oh, man.

— I mean, you gotta be kidding me.

— Right? What was that? You got a death wish.

— Nathan James sends a Helo,

— the Russians can hone in on it
and track it back to the ship.

— I can’t allow that.

— Oh, great. So you’re martyring yourself.

— You’re taking me along for the ride.

— Thank you very much.

— I am sorry, Tex.
— Sorry!

— It was the proper command decision.

— It wasn’t worth the risk.
— They need you.

— No, they don’t.
— They need you!

— Not worth the risk!

— All right, so what is your plan?

— Drown out here?

— Or maybe we swim back to the Octopus.

— Hang out with those fine people

— till our eyeballs start bleeding out.

— There’s a reef. North, northeast of here.

— Start swimming.

[ Groans ]

[ Man shouting indistinctly in distance ]

— This is Dr. Scott.

— She’s gonna take care of you now.

— It’s an absolute pleasure to meet you.

— Where’s Captain Chandler?

— But you heard the captain’s orders, Sir.

— What if it was a misdirect for the Russians,

— in case they were listening?
— I don’t think so.

— “Ride off into the sunset” is what he said.

— We found the girl. Now he wants us to move forward.

— We can’t know that for sure.

— But you know him, and you know he’s right.

— Look, I know he wouldn’t leave any of us behind.

— Under normal circumstances,
yes. Things are different now.

— Where’s Lieutenant Burk?
— Uh, Decon.

— The master chief?
— Same.

[ Hand thuds ]

— We have no contact, and we have no idea where they went.

— They should still have radio.

— Captain ordered us to suspend rescue ops.

— He won’t give us the coordinates.

— W… why?

— Because if the Russians lock in on the Helo,

— they can hone in on us once it comes home.

— The Helo’s already launched so the X.O.’s gonna take

— one shot at this before it has to refuel.

— Now I need you to think. Hard.

— What directions were the Russians coming from?

— Is there anything,

— anything you can tell me
that’ll help us narrow this down?

— Think!

— I’m sorry.

— I’m so sorry.

— [ Classical music playing ]

— There are people starving to death in this world,

— and you refuse to eat?

— Perhaps you’d rather be back
in the brig than dine with me?

— Eat, darling.

— Please.

— May I suggest you explain to
your daughter how lucky she is?

— What more do you want from us?

— How about a little gratitude?

— Have I not provided for you, taken care of your needs?

— And I think I’ve taken care of yours in return.

— You have. [ Utensil clinks ]

— But not with gratitude.

—

—

—

—

—

Woman: — Saberhawk One, state fuel.

— Currently at 40%.

— Nathan James, be advised,

— we’re also conducting IR sensor scan for sector.

Man: — Fly through, Saberhawk One. Copy.

Slattery: — Lieutenant Burk, over here.

— Where the hell are they?

[ Static, radio chatter ]

—

—

— Sir, I’m picking up mobile bandwidth

— low latency transmissions. Could be a U.A.V. data link.

— Enable spy radar.

— But, sir, if the Russians pick it up,

— they’ll track our bearing.

— You got 30 seconds, then we shut it down.
— Sir?

— I gave an order.

— Aye, sir.

[ Beep ]

[ Droning in distance ]

— Do you hear that?

— Sounds like a lawnmower.

[ Droning in distance ]

— It’s a U.A.V.

— Ours?

— Theirs.
— Oh, boy.

— Suspect track 8-5-0-2-3, bearing 3-5-1. Range 3-8 miles.

— Heading south, southwest at 50 knots.

— Recommend kill track 8-5-0-2-3.

— Roll F.I.S. Green.

[ Typing ]
— F.I.S. is green.

— Killing track 8-5-0-2-3 with bird.

— Salvo size 1. [ Beeps ]

[ Whooshing ]

— Bird away track 8-5-0-2-3.

[ Beeping ]

[ Blips ]

[ Droning grows louder ]

— Tell me that’s not a bomb.

— I’m hoping it’s a camera.

— It’s getting awful close.

— Ha ha! Oh, yeah!

— Thank you, Nathan James!

[ Static ]
— _

— Mark delta. Right on target.

— Data link broadcast has been terminated, sir.

— Secure S.P.Y. radar.

[ Keyboard keys click, beep ]

— He shouldn’t have done that.

—

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—

—

—

—

—

—

—

[ Helicopter blades whirring ]

Man: — Negative contact.

Man: — Beagle tower, this is Saberhawk One.

— Dusk. Visibility dropping with the sun.

[ Pinging ]

— Beagle tower, this is Saberhawk One.

— No sign of Cobra Team One in sector 7.

— Heading to sector 8.

— This is the last sample I’ll need

— while we wait for the results
from your first test. I promise.

— You’re being very brave. I do apologize.

— I’m the one who’s sorry.

— I made things so difficult for the soldiers

— that came to rescue me.

— After the virus came,

— there were many stories of men
in suits like that with guns.

— We heard that they came to kill the sick people,

— not to rescue them.

[ Alarm beeping ]

— Time to rest.

[ Groans ]

[ Exhales deeply ]

— Uh, how far do you figure to that reef?

— Gator said it was roughly
20 miles from the Octopus.

— Though… he was only 60% sure of that.

— Oh, good.

[ Groans ]

— Hey, do you think we’re getting anywhere?

— Or do you think the waves are just knocking us back

— to where we started?

— Unclear.

— Are you really this damn heroic
ordering off your own rescue?

— You’re asking me if I’m scared of dying?

— I wasn’t thinking about it then,

— and it’s not gonna do me any
good to think about it now.

— Hey, you wanna know somethin’?

— Only reason I came out here today

— was to impress that doctor, Rachel.

[ Laughs ] — Oh, you gotta be shitting me.

— Yeah! I’m sweet on her. You know?

— You weren’t making a move. [ Laughs ]

— Yeah!

— Oh, my lord.
— You think she’s interested?

— Get some rest, Tex.
— Ah.

— Hey, opposites attract, you know.

Rachel: — I was in Negril once.

— My parents took me to the Black Cliffs

— to watch the jumpers.

[ Clatter ]

— Never seen anything quite like it.

— My father ran a hotel there. I helped him.

— It was a small place. Right on the beach.

— The sickness came first

— to the larger resorts in the north.

— Within a couple of weeks it was with us.

— We turned our hotel into a hospital.

— But… after my mother died,

— my father took me and Dominic away.

— Dominic’s your brother?

— He died on the boat.

— I’m so sorry.

— When we left Jamaica, there were 51.

— Within a couple of weeks, there were 15.

[ Beeps ]

— And then there was just me.

[ Voice breaks ] — Why didn’t I die?

[ Sighs ]

— Because you’re immune, Bertrise…

— To every single strain of the virus.

— So what does that mean?

— It means we have a chance.

[ Helicopter blades whirring ]

— Visibility nil.

— Sunset approaching. We’ll switch to night vision.

— Saberhawk One diverting east.

— He may have called off the rescue,

— but he would never give up.

— There’s no chance, sir.

— What would you do if you were out there?

— I’d take my chances, swim back to the Octopus.

— Could be Russians.

— Well, all I know is, captain always has a plan.

— Gator.

— How far is that reef?

— Approximately 20 miles from the Octopus, sir.

— But from where they ended up, they could be even farther.

— Yeah, but it could be closer.
Woman: — Saberhawk One,

— state time left on station.

Man: — This is Saberhawk One calling bingo now.

— Overhead in 2-0 Mikes.

— They’re out of fuel.

— Then we hit that reef on the next pass, sir.

— You keep looking up there like it’s gonna change.

— It’s called navigating.
— It’s called drowning.

— It’s dark. We’re screwed.

— You said we’d almost be there three hours ago.

— When did you become such a pessimist?

— Cat’s only got nine lives.

— I already been through 12 or 13 of ’em.

— Why’d you join the Navy, anyway?

— I joined the Navy because of my father.

— He was Navy, too?

— Army. I did it to piss him off.

[ Laughs ]

— Well, you see how that worked out for you.

— Hey, don’t fall asleep.

[ Sputters ] — I’m just so relaxed.

— You never did tell me what part of Texas you were from.

— Probably ’cause I’m from Reno.

— Huh.

— Hey, Tex?
— Yeah, boss?

— I am afraid.

— To die?

— To never see my wife.

— And my kids.

— I know what you’re doing.

— Playing it over and over again in your head.

— Every second, every moment.

— What you could’ve done differently.

— I tripped.

— If I hadn’t, I’d still be on the R.H.I.B. with them.

— Then you’d be lost out there.

— And what good would that do us?

— Maybe they wouldn’t be lost.

— Maybe I could’ve done something.

— A thousand hours of training
for five minutes of pure chaos.

— And then a thousand hours of second-guessing yourself.

— That’s the job…

— For all of us.

Man: — Saberhawk One, final approach.

— Get her down and locked. [ Speaks indistinctly ]

— Skin down.
Woman: — Roger, Saberhawk One.

— I just came from the lab.

— The girl has a gene mutation that makes her immune.

— Dr. Scott injected her blood
into the monkey and if it works,

— we may have the vaccine.

— Well, everybody did their job.

— The doctor is wondering if she can join us in here.

— She’s concerned about the captain and Tex, obviously.

— X.O., the Russians are talking.

— [ Man speaking Russian ]

— They’re still searching the water.

— [ Russian continues ]

— He thinks the Americans have drowned.

— He thinks?

— What exactly did he say?
— Shh, shh.

— Do they have a body?

— I don’t know. The radio keeps cutting in and out.

— I missed some of the words.

— Well, what words did you get?
— They said “drowned.”

— I swear to God, if you’re lying to me,

— I will strap you to a torpedo.

— It’s what I heard.

— Sir, Helo just landed. Standing by to refuel.

— We can’t trust anything we hear.

— The Russians know we’re listening.

— They could be deliberately feeding us bad intel.

— Sir, if you mean to do this,

— then I recommend we have a Helo fly low zigzag

— to make it harder for someone to track it.

— That’ll burn a lot of fuel, sir.
— Yes, it will.

— But it means we’ve got enough
time to make one more short pass.

— I concur. Head for that reef.

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—

—

Man: — All stations report. I’m on instruments

— on altitude 100 feet on air speed 90 knots.

— Negative contact.

Man: — Roger. Visibility nil.

— They’re out there. They’ve got to be out there.

Man: — This is Saberhawk One.

— We see something reflecting on
the surface to the southwest.

— Taking a closer look. Over.

Man: — Dropping down to 90 feet.

— Roger. Right side, light chop.

[ Helicopter approaching ]

— You hear that?!

— Hey! Hey! We’re here! We’re here!

— Don’t tell me, you’re pissed at Slattery now?

— Son of a bitch.

Man: — In sight, engaging automatic approach,

— standby to lower the harness.
— Roger.

[ Pinging ]

[ Blades whirring ]

— Aah! Whoo!

— You first!

— Not a chance! You first, Captain! I insist!

[ Helicopter blades whirring ]

— What is that?

— What the hell?

— It’s not them.

Man: — Roger. No sign of survivors.

— Come on.

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