All language subtitles for +Last.Breath.2025

Storm Yulee continues its way across the UK,

prompting a rare red weather warning

from the Met Office for the strength of winds

battering the coast of eastern Scotland.

Hiya.

Hi.

They want me.

Tomorrow at Clipper Quay.

That's great.

Gives you a month without me getting in the way

- of all this stuff. - Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Yeah.

I'll probably have the whole place framed up

by the time you're back.

Good. I want video updates.

I want reports. I want to hear all about it.

Yeah. You'll get them.

Daily.

Don't worry. I'll be fine.

I know.

Just remember, it's, uh...

it's like going into space but it's underwater.

What's hilarious is you think I find that comforting.

Humans shouldn't be at the bottom of the North Sea.

I know. I know.

But it is pretty cool.

It's a good thing you're cute.

- Yeah? - Mm-hmm.

- Cute? - Mm-hmm.

Your cute, cool diver boyfriend?

Husband? Fiancé?

Uh, Chris Lemons, one of the divers.

- Chris Lemons? - Yeah.

- Hey. - Hey.

- You all right, guys? - You all right, mate?

How's it going?

- Oh, morning, Craig. - Chris.

I'm just gonna find out about the job.

- I'll tell you later. - All right.

Duncan.

Hello, handsome.

What you got for me?

Well, I hear we got a new captain.

Oh, yeah? Let's hope this one doesn't cancel Christmas, eh?

Yeah, right?

- Nice to see you. - How's the house coming?

- You finish my room? - Yeah, it's going good.

I think we're gonna paint it pink.

Is that okay?

Or green or purple or...

Pink is actually... that's a beautiful color.

You know, a lot of people think it's feminine.

Where you going?

Just taking two bottles of hot sauce.

Okay.

Hey, Stu.

Seen how much helium they're loading on board?

Hmm. It's gonna be a deep one.

Deeper the better, I suppose.

That's 200 feet.

- Hey. - Huh?

- Morning, Chris. - Made the cut.

Yep! Easy there.

You all right, lads?

- How's it going? - Hi, Chris. Good to see you.

So you heard who's on board?

Who's that?

The Vulcan, diver one himself.

Oh, yeah?

I was starting to think he was just a myth.

Well, should be a fun sat if you're on his team.

Excited to get in there.

Yeah, I bet.

Okay.

You lot are gonna be living in our glamorous tin cans

for the next 28 days,

where you'll be pressurized down to 300 feet.

You're gonna be my hands on the seabed

replacing a section of pipeline.

Can't have the gas flow interrupted,

or people's homes will go cold this winter.

Once the job's done, you'll have four days decompression

when your hands can do whatever they want.

Okay. Team C: Nick, Alex and Paul.

Team B is Stu, Kirk and Brad.

Team A is Duncan, with Chris

and that bundle of joy there.

Right, I'm starting blowdown before departure.

Doors close in ten minutes, so get cracking.

David, it's Chris. Nice to meet you.

Just Dave.

Dave. Sorry.

Uh, looking forward to doing sat with you.

Yep. See you in there.

Yeah, see you in there.

- See you in there, Duncs. - Yeah.

Yeah. I see you made Chris feel nice and welcome.

How is the kid, anyway?

Solid.

He, uh, worked as a deckhand

for three years before he got the nod,

but then he did his first five dives with me,

and as we both know, I am the finest sat daddy around.

Good.

"Sat daddy"? Really?

That sounds strange coming out of your mouth.

As an old man, I find I'm a bottom-bunk guy,

you know, just in case Mother Nature calls.

Your, uh... your wife?

Uh, no. Fiancée.

Word of advice: Once that door closes,

everything outside is just a distraction.

Keep your focus where it needs to be, yeah?

Hey. Don't worry about him.

He's a grizzly when he's here, but, you know,

once he gets home, he's a real softie.

He's just daddy to his two little girls.

Christ, you got enough chocolate there?

Just enough for one a day.

Divers, are we good to lock the doors?

Team A standing by.

Team B standing by.

Team C standing by.

Doors closing now.

Doors closed. Stairs away.

96.4% helium. 3.6% oxygen.

Gas ratios confirmed.

I'm turning on the taps, boys.

Let's go for a ride.

I'll never get used to this.

What?

Here we find ourselves

at the bottom of the world.

You are now able to operate

at 300 feet below sea level,

where it will be pitch black and bloody cold.

And remember, should you step outside the chamber

prior to decompression,

the gas now saturating every cell in your body

will expand so rapidly

your vital organs will quite literally explode.

He says that every time.

How you feeling, Duncan?

Aces, amigo.

Aces.

Chris, Dave, you okay?

All right, I'm gonna get some rest.

I'll see you when we come on station.

Grub's up.

For God's sake, show some modesty.

Cover yourself.

Back in the day, though, you know,

when I was starting out, you only needed two things:

little common sense and a good bottle of Scotch.

Here we go.

It really was the Wild West.

Thank God it's not like that anymore.

Yeah.

I guess I'm the last of my kind.

Kind of a relic.

Which explains why they're putting me out to pasture.

What are you talking about?

Well, the company, in its infinite wisdom,

has decided 20 years is enough for me

and, uh, you know, this will be my last rotation.

Really? Wh-Why didn't you say something?

Because I don't want everybody making a fuss, you know,

before going in.

You okay? Is everything all right?

Yeah. You kidding?

It'll be great to have some free time.

You know, I'll take up golf.

But I did think that I had maybe ten more years left.

Or more.

If it's any consolation,

there's a high possibility that all of our jobs

will have been automated in ten years, so...

Oh, yeah, that does console me, Dave. Thank you.

You're welcome.

Well, I tried.

All right. I'm going to bed.

-Night. -Nighty night.

So this is our last sat together, then.

Yeah. I can't believe it, either.

Why don't you pull a Craig,

get in the hot seat, call the shots?

What?

No.

I-I am not management material.

And I don't think I could handle

watching you guys have all the fun.

Yeah, fair enough.

Hey. Look.

You are a great diver.

You don't need me around anymore.

Right, so the church holds 80 people

and the village hall next door 150.

So, as long as we un-invite half my cousins,

we should be fine.

What else?

Well, I'm looking really cute today.

Do you miss me?

Nah.

You're having more fun

helping Duncan with his crosswords.

Bye.

Marine Control, this is dive support vesselTharos...

- Cap. - ...arriving 127 miles

east of Aberdeen at Huntington Oil Field.

Thank you very much, Tharos.

We're gonna be right in the middle

of this storm system all night.

What do you think?

Well, it's borderline, Cap, but this is the North Sea.

Dynamic positioning status?

Coming over dive site, turning into swell.

Directional thrusters holding our position

next to the manifold.

Locked on.

Dynamic positioning system online.

Computers have it from here.

Prepare for diving operations.

All right.

Team A up first.

Rise and shine, boys.

This is your one hour's notice.

- Dave? -Hmm?

You want to pop down here for a five-minute cuddle?

I'm, uh...

I'm good, Duncan. Thank you.

All right. Thanks for pondering.

Thank you, sir.

You're welcome.

All right, Team A entering wet pot

for final pressing in.

What about your tools?

Got your knife, compass,

- your flares? -Yeah.

What about you, Dave?

Need a hand?

Didn't think so. All right.

See you guys up top.

Right. Thanks.

Dive Control, first one in the bell.

You good?

- Yeah. - Hey.

We're on the job now, okay?

Once we're down there, it's just the two of us.

- Follow my lead. - Mm-hmm.

Up you come, Dave.

Second man in the bell.

Dive Control, that's three in the bell.

All right, copy that.

Positioning bell.

Lifting off sat chamber now.

And... bell over moon pool.

Eyes on.

Starting descent.

Steady on two.

Bell left surface at 2117.

Bell passing through 100 feet.

That's 200 feet.

And... at depth.

300 feet.

Bell, go for your door.

Copy that, Dive Control.

Wow. That is some swell.

That-that's got to be 20-foot seas up there.

Bell, it pains me, but that's what I've got up here, too.

What can I say, boys? Still got it.

Every bloody time.

Okay, come on. Let's go.

Turning on hot water feed.

Coming to temperature now.

It's like a bath.

You want me falling asleep on the job?

It's two degrees above freezing down there.

But I forgot how you like to suffer.

Yeah, that's good.

Going in.

The hat.

Mains gas supply on.

And connected.

Lowering hat.

Hand on the hat.

Grip the hat lower.

Okay. It's all yours.

-Good? -Hat's on.

Comms check. Comms check.

Comms clear.

Bellman to Dive Control. How's your feed?

Yes, coming through.

Uh, Duncan, this is gonna be a long shift.

I just want to confirm your adult diaper is on.

That's good material.

You know, you and I are the same age.

And by the way, I'm a professional.

I haven't had an irregular bowel movement since '95.

Okay. Let's do it.

Bailouts coming down.

-All right. -Yep.

Okay.

Diver good?

Good.

That's diver one in the water at 300 feet.

Bell, turn on lights for diver one.

Working.

In you go.

Diver one dropping off bell.

Okay. Gas flow's good.

Umbilical's connected.

You're locked in.

Comms check. Comms check.

Loud and clear.

Are you good to go?

I'll see you in six hours.

Okay. Stay safe, brother.

Diver two in the water at 305 feet.

Slow your breathing down a little for me, okay?

Copy.

Diver two dropping off bell.

Touchdown, diver two.

Bell, bearing to the job?

Bell, bearing to the job?

Diver two is zero nine zero degrees.

It's this way.

Cap, both divers are on-site.

Lower the power cable.

Copy that.

Approaching seabed.

Duncan, notify the divers, would you?

Copy.

Divers, power cable approaching seabed.

Copy that, bell.

I have the connector.

Moving toward manifold now.

Bell, manifold has power.

Diver one, prep pipes for installation.

-Copy that. -Diver two,

head for well three to begin equalization.

Copy that. Entering the manifold.

Bell, all looking good from up here.

How's it looking, diver two?

There's, uh, rust on the stanchions.

There's growth everywhere.

Visibility's not great.

Oh, I need to cut down on my desserts.

We just lost our hydroacoustics.

Are we still in position?

Troubleshooting now.

Bell, I've got a reading of, uh,

over a thousand psi on wellhead three.

That's way too high.

All right. Let me try and work my magic.

Warning. Warning.

Warning.

Cap, the thrusters have gone offline.

- How many? - All of them.

I'm getting the same here, Cap.

Chris? The ship's moving.

Get out of there now.

What? Dave, can you repeat?

The ship is moving.

Get out of the manifold right now.

Copy that.

Warning. Warning.

Dynamic positioning system...

I'm losing everything here.

- Where's our power? -Dead in the water.

Cap, we're drifting out of control.

Abort. Abort.

We have a runoff.

Get the divers as much umbilical as possible, Duncan.

Chris, our umbilicals are over the manifold.

We've got to use them to climb to the top.

Chris, you've got to really move.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm coming. I'm coming.

Divers, where are you?

Diver one on top of the manifold.

Bell, I-I don't have eyes on you.

Diver two also on top.

My umbilical's snagged.

The wind's spinning us around.

Power cable's about to give!

Dive Control, there's no umbilical left in the bell.

That's everything I've got.

The ship's not drifting.

That's why. Look, it's being pulled tight.

Chris has become our anchor.

That's never gonna hold. It'll snap.

Bell, I need slack on diver one.

There is no more slack.

I can't get to you.

My gas supply.

I can't breathe.

Chris, switch to your bailout.

Hey, Chris. On me.

Switch to your bailout.

Good.

Good.

Now take slow, deep breaths.

Otherwise, you'll burn through your backup gas.

Understand?

Dive Control?

Diver two is on bailouts.

How much gas does he have left?

Ten minutes.

What happens now?

Your umbilical, it's gonna snap.

You'll get pulled off the structure.

Now, I will come back for you,

but you have to do something for me, okay?

You have to get yourself back to the top of the manifold.

I can't rescue you if I can't find you.

Understand?

J-Just make sure I'm...

Chris, are you there? Do you copy?

Chris?

Chris, are you there?

Bell? Bell, do you copy?

Coming back to you now.

No eyes or ears on divers or bell.

Condition unknown.

ROV feed is back online.

Uh, can you get closer?

Dave has made it back to the bell.

Duncan, if you can hear me,

I'm back on the stage.

What happened?

His umbilical snapped.

He's gone.

There's no news on Chris.

But we're keeping the bell down

for when we get back control of the ship.

We'll update you as and when.

Cap?

Why don't we drop anchor, stop us drifting any further?

We don't have control of the ship.

There are acres of oil pipeline down there.

The anchor could snag any one of them and rupture it.

There's far more seabed than there is pipeline.

If we don't drop it now, there's no telling

how far we'll end up from Chris.

I can't risk an environmental disaster.

We'll have to find another way.

Duncan!

Dave?

Duncan, I can't see you.

Duncan, I don't know where I am.

Mani... man-manifold. Manifold.

Okay.

Okay, 90 degrees.

90 degrees.

Okay. Okay.

Shit.

Find the manifold.

Find the manifold.

Manifold.

Manifold.

Bridge?

We've run the diagnostics.

There's no fault with the thrusters.

Are you sure?

One hundred percent.

We've run them twice.

If the thrusters are still working,

we can take the computers offline

and control her manually.

Cap, this system is designed to be used only in port,

never in conditions anything like this.

I understand.

If we make a mistake, we put the entire ship at risk.

Okay, but if we keep drifting, there's no way of telling

how far we'll get from diver number two.

From Chris.

And I can't do this without you.

Listen up.

Until the dynamic positioning is back online,

the first officer and myself will...

take control of the ship manually

and stop us from drifting any further.

DPO, put her in manual.

Thrusters in manual.

Port, one four zero degrees at 30%.

Stern 40.

-Stern 40. -Now.

Moving off drift line.

Distance to dive site is 630 feet and increasing.

Where is it? Where is it?

Where is it?!

Oh, yes. Yes!

You beauty.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay. Got to climb.

I've got to climb.

Chris.

I've gone down that rabbit hole again.

Got myself into a right state.

I know you say that you're always safe

in your tin can...

...but once you step outside...

...it's like you're stealing every second.

And I know it's extraordinary...

...but what we have is extraordinary, too.

I'm sorry.

I don't know what I'm saying.

It's just, um...

Come home.

Please come home.

It's a body recovery now.

No, it's not.

Stern 40%.

Distance to dive site:

570 feet.

ROV, you in range?

On the outer limit now.

They why aren't you finding my diver?

Copy that.

Come on, come on, come on.

Incoming swell.

Just keep her steady.

Where are we at with dynamic positioning?

The only thing left is a hard reset.

It's only ever done when we're in for maintenance.

Every part is started up in sequence.

It takes hours.

Well, you'd better find a work-around, then, hadn't you?

Starboard, zero nine zero degrees at 30%.

Thirty percent.

Closing.

Can anyone see anything?

Where the hell is he?

What about up top?

Oh, my God.

He's still alive.

His eyes are closed.

All four limbs appear intact.

No sign of breathing.

Involuntary spasms are from...

oxygen starvation to the brain.

Come on, where is it?

Got you.

Bridge?

I think I've found that work-around.

Tell me.

Every part of the dynamic positioning

is routed through a start-up CPU,

which is why it takes so long to boot up,

so I'm just gonna physically rewire it

and bypass the whole damn thing.

Are you sure you can patch it back correctly?

You'll have to get the sequencing exactly right.

I can do it.

DPO, go ahead. Do it.

Why don't you use the ROV to pick up Chris

and fly him back to the bell?

It's rated to pick up humans.

You can grab the D ring on his harness

with the pincers from the ROV.

Uh, the ROVs are only ever used for body recoveries.

Okay? The pincers are far too dangerous

to be used on anything alive.

I can't see any other options.

Can you?

Look, Chris is alive right now, okay, and...

and I don't want anything I do to change that.

But these lads are my responsibility.

I'm going to take the controls.

Shit.

Okay, okay. Ease up on the front propellers

and let the rears do all the work, okay?

Copy.

Got him.

Okay, good.

Raising level now.

Come on.

He-he must be caught on something.

Hey, check the bottom camera.

Why the hell is that carabiner clipped on?

So he won't get washed away by the tide

when he's unconscious.

Smart lad.

Setting her down facing Chris.

Chris and I first met

on a rescue dive op.

A lobster boat went down off the Scottish coast.

Took us a day to find the wreck.

And taking turns, we were down there for hours.

Hours.

We couldn't find the last body.

Guess the current must have carried it away.

Eventually, it was decided that

it wasn't worth the money to continue looking

for just a body.

So they gave his wife a shoebox...

...full of stuff they'd cleaned out from his locker.

Imagine...

a box of useless shit, souvenirs.

I'm not giving Morag a shoebox.

You won't.

We're not gonna give up on him.

Good.

Five, six, seven, eight.

One eleven, two eleven,

three eleven, four eleven, five eleven.

Oh, no, no.

Yes!

The DPS is back online.

Well done.

Take us back to the manifold.

Yes, Cap.

Locked on and engaged.

Let's go get Chris.

Auto selected.

Oh.

Oh, finally.

Bell, you copy?

Yeah, yeah.

We copy, Dive Control.

How you guys doing?

We're fine. What about Chris?

We found him. He's on top of the manifold.

He's unresponsive, but we are heading back as fast as we can.

Okay, speed up.

160 feet to manifold.

- Gas is good. -Hey.

I'm not losing two divers today.

Copy that.

You're good to go.

That's diver one in the water, ready and waiting.

Coming over dive site.

Got eyes on Chris.

Get me closer.

Cap, we got to push our minimums.

We need to get Dave lower.

Do it.

Reducing to 20 feet.

Settling. Settling.

Locked on, Cap.

Diver one is clear to go.

I got him.

Bell, I'm climbing back to you now.

He's heavy.

Shit, we lost minimums.

Bell, brace for impact.

Duncan?

Duncan?

I'm okay. Wh-What about Dave and Chris?

Duncan, are you there?

I'm with you, buddy. I'm with you.

Dave, you're pushing too hard.

Go with the swell.

Climb when the bell's coming down

and hold tight when it's going up.

Copy.

Duncan, this isn't working.

You can do this, buddy.

One last push.

Here he comes.

Coming now.

Wait for it.

Now! Now!

Now!

Duncan, I'm on the stage.

Ready for the winch.

Chris.

You're all right.

You're safe.

You're in the bell.

Okay, you're okay, buddy.

You're okay.

Oh, come on.

Come on!

Okay, buddy.

You're all right.

You're good. You're safe. You're in the bell.

Can you hear me, Chris? It's Duncan.

Is he breathing?

Yeah. He is.

Come on, let's get you out of there.

Bell, this connection's spotty.

What's Chris's status?

Chris is breathing.

But unresponsive.

Oh, no.

Half an hour with no oxygen to the brain.

It's Duncan. Can you hear me?

Hey, buddy.

Hey.

You're back in the bell.

You're okay.

Come on, buddy.

Can you hear me?

Chris.

It's Dave.

We got you.

If you can hear me, move your eyes.

Squeeze my hand.

Give me something.

We're too late.

No matter what, you got him back.

We did.

Dave.

You okay?

Yeah. Yeah, we're fine, Chris.

- How are you? -Yeah, we're okay.

Duncan, what's going on down there?

Bridge, Chris is responsive and he's talking.

Yes!

What's happened?

Well...

we made out, but I'll tell you about that later.

Great job, Cap'n.

You, too. You, too.

Let's get 'em home.

Aye, Cap.

Gave us a wee fright there, Duncs.

I think I might have actually shit myself.

Right, soon as the hatch is closed, let me know.

I'm bringing you up.

Sorry to wake you.

Oh, it's all right. I wasn't asleep.

Feeling all right?

All things considered.

Right, just breathe normally.

I screwed up, huh?

Just bad luck, really.

Did your job, though.

You got to the top of the manifold.

Just following orders.

How long was I lost for?

About 40 minutes.

I should be dead.

Yeah.

Pulse is strong.

You know, it's...

it's okay, though, really.

Yeah, I know you're okay.

No, I mean, um...

just, uh...

I felt sad for Morag.

Felt like I'd let her down.

I promised her it would be okay, and then...

...then that happens.

And I just went numb.

It was...

peaceful.

Just like drifting off to sleep.

It's really not that bad.

Um, I'll let you rest.

Thank you.

Morag Martin speaking.

That was your best headmistress voice.

Well, that wasn't a voice I was expecting to hear

- for a few weeks, so... - Yeah.

Our rotation has been cut short, so, um...

What happened?

There was a problem with the ship, so...

I'll be back in Aberdeen the day after tomorrow.

I'll come and pick you up, then.

No, no. No, you don't have to do that.

I'll make my own way back.

I love you.

I love you.

So, even after all this, you're still gonna miss it?

Every damn day.

Why don't you speak to management about it?

Get you back on rotation.

Figure it out.

Good idea. Um...

forgot my pillow.

- All right. Duncan. - Hey.

- Love you, brother. - Love you, too, Duncs.

Yeah.

Hey, do you need a hand down the gangway?

No, I'm all right.

Take care, Duncan.

You, too.

How you feeling, Duncs?

I'm just not ready for the scrap heap yet.

You're a good man, Duncan.

Hiya.

Hi.

You okay?

Yeah, there was an accident.

Um...

What happened?

A, uh... a diver got stranded on the seabed

and had to be rescued.

Oh, God.

Are they okay?

It was touch and go there for a bit, but...

...but they're okay now.

It was you, wasn't it?

Oh, Chris.

Hey. Hey, come here.

I was always gonna come back to you.

I love you, Chris.

I love you, too.

Come here.

There's one person in the room in here

who's definitely going to hate this

probably one of only two men in this room

who've given me a decent kiss on the lips.

That's Diver 2 in the water at 91 metres

and Chris

don't fuck it up this time.

Roger that.