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(wind whistling)

(suspenseful music)

(Lenny sneezing)

- Ah, fuck this shit!

I'm going back up to Level Two where it's warm.

- There ain't a warm spot in this whole dump.

Besides, you got the next four hours of work detail, pal.

We got to carve out the rest of the fucking hole.

- If you ask me, we should all be flying out of here

when that relief crew shows up,

not just that we'll just that frigging Schneider.

- We didn't pull topside duty like Carl and Lipsky did.

- Keeping a ground crew on that helipad in this snowstorm

is just plain stupid.

- Yeah well, flying in it's even stupider.

- Hey Munson.

Munson, am I correct in thinking

that some of the decisions being made around here

by the top brass lately's been pretty boneheaded?

- Do me a favor.

Don't get me involved.

- Yeah, just do your goddamn job, Lenny,

move some of this shit out of the way

so we walk through here.

God damn.

(Lenny sneezing)

(ground rumbling)

- Shit!

Another frigging shaker.

(water splashing)

Hey you guys still down here?

Hey now that's not funny.

I don't screw around with you guys on your shift.

(suspenseful music)

Hey, fishy fishy fishy.

Come here, sweetheart.

Come to papa.

(dramatic music)

- What's the matter, aren't the antidepressants working?

Maybe I should increase the dosage

or prescribe something stronger.

- I'll be doing just fine as soon as I leave this icebox.

- Don't be so anxious, we've still got a lot to do.

We've got to get the team up to speed,

and then there's the report.

- Report?

- Look, you are being paid very well, Schneider.

We're still counting on your cooperation.

We're gonna need your help.

- For how much longer?

The weather report says we're moving into a bad storm.

I am leaving with the chopper, right?

- Yes.

Yes, you're gonna have 48 hours to debrief the team

and then you'll return with the transport helicopter.

Until then we have to keep things

as problem-free as possible, are we clear?

- Crystal.

- We are all under a lot of stress.

Just hold on and the team will be arriving ASAP, OK?

- No problem, Dr. Kelsey.

- Good.

And it's Monica, please.

- Monica.

Bitch.

(dramatic music)

- Hey, we really should've waited for a break in the storm.

- It wouldn't have mattered.

Our satellite survey says a larger storm's moving in.

It's the lesser of two evils.

- I think maybe you guys should've waited on the boat,

till we had some nice weather.

This isn't exactly the best place in the world

to make an emergency landing.

Know what I mean?

- We don't have that kind of time.

This project's mission is of the utmost importance.

Anyway Rupert, aren't you supposed to be

the best recon pilot in the Southern Hemisphere?

- Yeah, because I know when not to fly.

- We're gonna crash?

- We're not gonna crash, Update, relax.

- She's right, you know.

Besides, even if we do crash, it'll be over pretty quick.

You'll either burn or freeze to death

in a matter of seconds.

- Speaking of freezing to death.

I'm a little cold over here.

- Sorry.

Give me a few minutes, guys.

Sex break.

- You know, when I signed on for post-grad work

I thought I was going to get a cushy gig at Woods Hole

or maybe Borneo.

Who knew?

- Now now, boys and girls.

You should be honored that Geotech

recruited you for these positions.

In six weeks you'll all have full degrees

and positions in any R&D firm that you want.

- Can I help you, honey?

- Sorry Curtis, I was just seeing if you were awake yet.

- Guess I must've dozed off for a few, huh?

- Yeah, quite a few.

Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.

- It's OK.

I can think of worse things to wake up to.

- So, Curtis, we never got to talk much on the boat.

Were you recruited from the grad program

at Lascaux Institute too?

- No, not hardly.

- What school did you go to?

- Well I didn't exactly go to college,

I ran my daddy's drilling platform.

- Curtis was hired from Taxis Oil

to run the geological surveys.

And also supervise drilling.

He and his dad are the best in the business.

- I thought I was the geologist on this team.

Why would you need to hire Roy Rogers over here?

- Maybe because I get my hands dirty.

Any other questions?

So Arianna, what's your specialty?

- Clean hands.

(electronic beeping)

- I thought there was gonna be a crew

meeting us on the helipad.

- There was supposed to be two men out there.

- We didn't see them.

- I'm sorry guys.

- Sometimes the workers around here

have their own agendas.

- Anyways, I'm glad you made it.

I thought you were gonna hold out until the storm broke.

- We couldn't wait any longer.

- Could have been a real bitch

if you guys had dropped out there.

Radio's screwy, satellite's fucked.

Even the snow cats are down.

We'd have to go after you with a St. Bernard

and one of those little barrels of brandy. (laughing)

Give me break guys, I've been down here for six months.

Maybe my social skills are a bit rusty.

- We understand.

Uh, let's get on down to the second level,

where it's a little warmer.

I'm sorry I won't be joining you for the nickel tour,

I want to see Dr. Kelsey.

She's in the lab?

- Yeah yeah, she's down there.

- Terrific, will you bring that crate

to the Dr. Kelsey's quarters, please.

- Right away sir, then I'll secure the copter

in the Quonset hut.

- I'll try to find Carl and Lipsky,

the two missing workmen.

- Yeah.

You do that.

(wind whistling)

- Without more precise carbon dating instruments

it would be impossible to accurately date...

Ted, you're here.

You look like shit.

- I haven't slept in 24 hours, nice to see you too.

- It's been 36 hours for me.

I just always look better than you.

- What's our status?

- Not so good.

We've got to collect the samples

and execute the emergency plan as quickly as possible.

- Not while I'm here.

- The storm is getting worse,

and I'm not even sure that someone as capable as Shockley

is going to be able to fly us out on time.

- Wait a minute.

I was supposed to get them here, then go.

- Our highest priority right now

is getting those samples back to the mainland

and covering our collective tracks.

- That wasn't the deal, Monica.

I was never supposed to be a part of this end of it.

- Well, now you are.

I've got a remote detonator.

It's stowed with the demolition equipment

on the Moon Pool Level.

Should be able to detonate from inside the helicopter.

- What about the samples?

- We've got to bring them back intact.

Where's the specimen case?

- Already unpacked, I'm having it loaded into your quarters.

- Good.

The hard drive on this laptop has all of my data.

To access it, use the password bad mama.

- You're kidding. - Excuse me.

Acquaint yourself with it.

You need to know as much as I do.

- Where the hell are you going?

- Well, now that you're here I'm gonna get some sleep.

Don't worry, I'll be ready when you are.

(wind whistling)

(gentle music)

Big-ass piece of equipment, Ted.

(eerie music)

- I understand why they sent you guys,

but what about Jacobson, why is he here?

- He's one of the project leaders for Geotech

on this operation.

- I know that,

but what did he come out with you guys though?

- Kelsey's still in charge, right?

- Far as I know, she is.

- Jacobson is one of our bigwigs in post-grad studies

at Lascaux Institute.

He and Geotech recruited us

from his post-grad analytical program.

Basically, he's here is our chaperone.

- Hey, wait a second.

You guys are freaking college students?

Hell, I thought young, but--

- Hey, we're grad students, OK?

Besides, you're not so goddamn young yourself.

- Geotech recruited me from a Norwegian drilling outpost.

I at least had some practical field experience

before coming here.

Can't believe it.

You guys are the freaking research team.

- Yeah, lucky us.

(suspenseful music)

(glass breaking)

- Hello?

Somebody's there?

(creature growling)

(dramatic music)

- This is our computer center.

The guys at Geotech said one of you was a specialist.

- That would be me.

Nice rig.

Is this a Cray mainframe?

Whoa.

- Update's our resident computer geek.

- I prefer the term Cyber Christ, myself.

- Yeah, well if it's got a microchip in it,

Update's definitely worked with it.

- It appears pretty complex,

but I guess anybody could operate it in a pinch.

We've got our usual shortwave, satellite,

tight beam laser, broadband radio.

Name it, we have it.

- Is there a backup?

I mean, what happens if we can't contact someone

using the communications gear?

- Then you're stuck using smoke signals.

Well, let's continue our tour.

Follow me.

- I'm gonna be a while, guys.

- Don't forget to use a condom, now.

- I believe our new research crew's here already.

- So?

- So there's supposed to be a couple of broads with them

is what I heard.

- What's the matter, ain't Kelsey enough for you? (laughing)

- Give me a break.

That ball-busting bitch ain't nothing to us

but a pain in the ass.

Talking about some new blood here.

- Broads or not, they're still suits.

- And your point is?

- My point is, you still ain't get any, you smelly bastard.

- This is General Quarters Level.

There's a few secluded bedrooms down the corridor here,

but this kind of luxury is usually reserved for top brass

and the executive officers.

And this is our security lockup, where we keep our firearms.

- Oh, you got a security team?

- Not yet, but perhaps one day

if this iceberg ever gets fully operational, we might.

Until then there's only one key to this door,

and I have it. (chuckling)

Come on.

- You guys seen Lenny?

He's still down in Moon Pool?

- Yeah, I guess.

- You guys left him down there all night,

busting his ass alone?

That's cold. (laughing)

- Very.

Ah hell, you know Lenny.

He's probably down there with Lipsky's old dope stash.

Stoned off his ass.

- Carl and Lipsky, they're in deep shit.

They were supposed to be up top when that chopper came in.

- No shit?

Where the hell are they?

- I don't know.

Schneider called down, said they're missing.

- You think Lipsky's off on another drunk again?

- What, and he took Carl with him, nah.

They're hiding out downstairs,

sharing a joint with Lenny.

- Boys will be sleeping in here.

This is General Quarters.

We have plenty of lockers, so stash your stuff wherever.

- Uh, what about the girls?

- Well, my bed is bigger, honey. (chuckling)

We'll get there, don't worry.

This is Clyde Strickland, Dean Munson, and Jack Krieger.

They're part of the drilling team

until we get this place fully operational.

We have three other men.

Hey, any of you guys seen Lipsky, Lenny, or Carl?

- Lenny's still down at the Moon Pool,

bringing up some debris, and like I said before,

I don't know where those other two yahoos are.

- Whenever you see them,

tell them I want to have a word with them, OK?

- Yes sir.

- Good, I'll let the boys unpack,

and I'll show the ladies their quarters down the hall.

- So.

Looks like we're gonna be roomies.

Right.

(suspenseful music)

- I can do it.

- Oh, thank God Tom is here.

We have weeks and weeks of no civilization.

No grocery stores, no movies, no clubs, just snow.

I'd go nuts.

- Story of my life.

- How on earth do you do it, Arianna?

I mean you dedicate your whole life to studying.

- I don't know, what can you say?

I love what I do.

- I spent half my time in college going to parties

and I still got through the 3.0 GPA.

Explain that.

- I don't know, did you and professor Jacobson

go to the same parties?

- Interesting thought.

Is that a half a pack of Life Savers in your pocket,

or are you just happy to see me?

- Ha ha.

- [Kate] You can always blame it on the cold, I guess.

- Maybe you just need to work out the kink.

- Well, before things get out of hand, I should warn you.

It's not like college.

I'm not about to slip a sock over the doorknob

for poor Ariana here every time you wanna, you know.

- I know.

Why did I take this job again?

- To be close to the one you love.

- Right.

- You guys want to find an empty broom closet or something?

(ground rumbling)

- What the hell was that?

- About a 2.8 on the Richter scale.

Ever since the Moon Pool pipeline was extended

about two weeks ago, there have been mild tremors.

Last I read they were beginning to increase,

both in size and frequency.

- What is it, plate tectonics?

- Nope.

It's the ice shelf, it's all coming from the ice itself.

- Jesus.

- That's why the UN got involved.

I think part of our task here might be to disprove

that Geotech's experimental drilling techniques

won't be the cause of some major environmental catastrophe.

- Shit!

Lipsky, Carl!

Jesus...

This is Schneider.

- [Schneider on PA] Lipsky, Carl.

Please report to General Quarters.

Hey, come on guys, this is long enough.

- Do you sleep with that thing?

- No, we're just good friends.

- (coughing) Thought I was here to drill oil, not babysit.

- Yeah?

So did I.

- Maybe you ought to smile when you say that, boy.

- Why?

Because I have all my teeth, and that's a novelty for you?

- Maybe I ought to jerk a knot in your ass.

- Bring it on.

(suspenseful music)

- Wait a minute.

This guy look familiar to you?

- Son of a bitch.

He's one of them WB kids.

- You're Tom Garrett, ain't you?

Play for UCLA?

- Yeah.

- I'll be damned.

Boy, you played some of the finest ball I ever seen.

Come on, sit down with us, be an honor.

- Did you just see that?

They just bonded.

It's like watching primates or something.

- Not quite that interesting.

- Hey, y'all seen Shockley, the chopper pilot?

'Cause I've been looking around for him

since that shaker we had.

- No, we ain't seen him.

(laughing)

- I did.

He's up top of the Quonset hut

checking on the helicopter, actually.

- Much obliged.

So uh, how's the grub around here anyhow?

- It's like everything else, frozen.

- Yeah.

- Once you warm it up it's not so bad, actually.

- Keep that in mind.

- Good.

I don't know about you cowboy, but I came here to work.

- So did I.

- Really?

Great.

Then we can get going down in the lab.

Come on guys.

- Cowboy.

- You better be nice to her, boy,

that's the prettiest face you're gonna see around here

for a couple of months.

Except for what you might find in some soiled magazine.

(wind whistling)

(creature growling)

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

- [Schneider] OK boys and girls,

daddy wants to talk to you.

- What's that?

- Light-sensitive biosamples.

We'll talk about it a proper time.

Welcome.

- So, this is our new home, huh?

- Yes, this is the central research facility.

You, Arianna, and Kate will be doing your work from here.

- I read the work detail,

and I still don't understand exactly why we're here.

I mean why didn't Geotech just hire

an experienced field research team

instead of recruiting us?

- For all intents and purposes,

we are a fact-finding team for Geotech.

In six weeks the UN will send out another team

and they'll replace us.

- Because of the geologic disruption

to the Antarctic Shelf, right?

- Exactly.

Not to toot my own horn,

but you all have received the best training in the world.

- Yeah, but I thought we were here to do a routine survey.

- We're here to research a geological anomaly.

The UN is afraid that Geotech's

experimental drilling procedures

are disrupting the ice shelf.

So before they send an international committee

to investigate, we're going to collect our own data.

- So, the UN doesn't trust Geotech,

and Geotech doesn't trust the UN.

- Precisely, everybody wants their own data.

It's just that we have a very short window of opportunity

before the UN arrives.

- So, looks like we're gonna be sharing a centrifuge.

- Not exactly, Slim.

- Curtis here will be investigating

the actual drilling procedures on the lowest level.

Three weeks ago we were able to extend our pipeline

down to the bottom of the ice shelf.

That's when the problems happened.

- What problems exactly, Professor?

- Earthquakes, minor seismological activity,

nothing serious.

- Serious enough that the UN's Global Awareness Committee

get involved.

- Well, that's where we're counting on your expertise

to make this facility a full-phase drilling platform.

If this man says the operation doesn't check out,

this company will shut down the drilling.

- What about the base fissures,

I understand some of the structural integrity

is in question.

- Fissures are a natural reaction to the tremors.

Our foundation is equipped with rollers

that actually counteract the plate shift.

Isn't that right, Schneider?

- Yes sir.

(wind whistling)

- Anyway, we figured we'd mount the drilling platform

up here and just drop through the Moon Pool.

- What are we, eight levels down here?

I mean this place looks more like a mineshaft

than a drilling platform.

How y'all gonna transport the crude up?

Try hauling this topside

there's gonna be a whole lot of crap.

- I don't, know some kind of underwater pipeline

with tankers.

Ain't my problem, it's Geotech's.

All we do is push deeper.

- Where's Lenny?

- I don't know.

- Probably ditched soon as you guys came upstairs.

Don't look like he did a damn thing here.

- Where's the rest of your crew?

- Well I ain't rightly sure.

Fact is both Carl and Lipsky

have only they got a taste for the hooch.

Once they turned up missing for two days,

we found him in the machine room, fried out of their minds.

- That's real professionalism.

- Now god damn it Curtis,

you're just gonna have to cut us folks down here

a little slack.

I mean we've been down here for six months

in the coldest damn deep freeze on God's green earth.

Now sometimes a fella's liable to go

a little full goose bozo, you know what I mean?

- Guys, hey guys get over here, hurry up!

- Christ, Lenny!

- Jesus Christ, must have fell during one of them tremors.

- Somebody should've been down here with him.

- Are you fucking nuts, you fall in that shit,

you'll freeze to death before we can fish you out.

That's the coldest shit on earth,

what do you think killed Lenny?

Poor bastard probably only last a couple of seconds

if we was lucky.

(dramatic music)

- And what could have caused this?

Anybody have any ideas?

- This guy could have possibly cut himself severely

on the sharp ice surrounding the lip of the Moon Pool.

- Really.

- We have no idea how severe those tremors were

down at that level.

Could have thrown him around a bit.

- Will Dr. Kelsey be here for the autopsy?

- I've called her but there's been no response.

We should proceed.

- Am I elected?

I only had two years of med school.

Dr. Jacobson, what's this?

- What do you mean?

- The blue stuff surrounding the wounds.

- Must be some kind of an industrial antifreeze.

Guy could have spilled it on himself.

- Yeah, but it's only surrounding the wounds.

- A machine could have done that for all we know, right?

- The guy impaled himself on a frigging jackhammer.

How likely is that?

- Not very, and there's not enough blood,

I mean there's blue stuff surrounding the wounds,

but not enough blood.

- Washed and cleaned by the water, I would imagine.

As morbid as it may sound,

I feel that our mysterious blue substance

is altogether something else.

- Must be something man-made Professor, I mean look at it.

- My guess is no.

As our own Miss Owens will tell us,

this region is rich with bioluminescent flora and fauna.

I know in warmer climates the plankton and algae

are attracted specifically to a certain carrion.

I would guess that this is the Arctic cousin.

- I'd still like to take samples, Professor.

- I wouldn't waste your time, Miss Owens.

This is simply a work-related mishap.

In fact I'm becoming convinced

that we should reserve the autopsy

until we get to a proper facility.

And we all return to the mainland.

- What do we doing the meantime?

- Well those fellas aren't too eager to get back to work,

Professor, I can tell you that.

I think the drilling operation's a bust.

- Well we could store the body topside

in one of the smaller buildings.

- There's no way that we could get somebody out here,

like like the police or the army or whatever?

- Tom, Tom, relax, it's OK.

We'll return the body on the flight

with Shockley and Schneider.

I realize this is a very taxing,

stressful situation for all of us.

But it is imperative that we achieve our goals here.

- What about the drilling?

- That's another situation altogether.

I'm afraid we'll have to seal off the Moon Pool.

- We're as good as shut down.

- So, basically we came all the way out here

for nothing, right?

- There's still much to do.

We can continue our surveys with the base

and the drilling operation.

And seal off the Moon Pool.

This is no small undertaking.

(wind whistling)

- [Ted Recording] That wasn't the deal, Monica.

I was never supposed to part of this end of it.

- [Monica Recording] Well, now you are.

I've got a remote detonator.

it's stowed with the demolition equipment

on the Moon Pool Level.

Should be able to detonate from inside the helicopter.

- Hey, this place is great.

I got at least a month's worth of rewriting to do

to get everything 100% but uh,

this is the kind of stuff I live for.

- Yeah, better you than me.

- Yeah, I can see how spending six months in this place

could drive you up the wall.

- Let me ask you a question.

Why on earth do you think

they'd put a grad student in charge

of a multi-million dollar research lab like this, huh?

- Jacobson says we're specially trained

on the advanced geological gear they're using here.

- Bullshit.

Ever hear of a training course?

Like why didn't they take a bunch

of experienced field researchers and trained them

on the latest operating systems

instead of giving the keys to dad's brand-new Porsche

to a bunch of kids, huh?

- Uh...

I don't know.

- You're right.

You don't know.

Geotech has more freaking conspiracies

than a goddamn Oliver Stone movie.

And you guys just stepped right into it.

All I'm saying is...

Watch yourself.

- OK.

OK.

Well...

Guess I got to go back to work, huh?

- I'll see to someone.

- Damn it.

Never even got a chance to fire up the drill.

(tools clanking)

- If you ask me, closing down this level

is a big-ass mistake.

- How's that?

- Well for openers, we got the generator right over us.

The main power lines for this entire complex

were fixed to run down through there.

So if we seal off this level,

and one of the generators goes--

- Oh great, great, great.

We gotta tell Jacobson.

- Clyde, for safety purposes,

we should bring all this stuff up top.

- What stuff?

What stuff?

- Explosives.

- What explosives?

- We used controlled explosions to carve out

the eight main levels here.

All this stuff here's prefab

but Geotech specifically wanted us to excavate

down to either rock or the ice shelf.

Shit, there's probably about a ton of blasting caps,

primer cords, and construction-grade TNT down here.

How the hell'd you think we dug it out,

with ice cream scoops?

And another thing, it ain't my problem--

- Yeah, I know, I know, it's not your problem.

Until the next shaker hits,

then we're all flying back to the mainland

without a chopper.

Let's get this stuff out of here, pronto.

- All right, we need to go to the upper levels,

get the carts, bring it down.

Find a safe place to store all this stuff.

- Fine, let's go get some carts then, boys.

- I've been on for 12 hours now.

Time for me to take a frigging shower and sack out.

- You can sleep when we're done, Munson.

- Fuck that, I'll sleep now, you guys do it.

My shift is over.

Go find Carl and Lipsky, all right?

- Look, no arguing OK, let's get that stuff out of here.

- Oh, shit. - What is it?

- My chaw, I left it by the pneumatic drill.

- No no, we are not waiting for you.

Let's just go up there get this over with.

- I need my chaw.

- You'll live.

- Jesus, you girls go on up, I'll be right there.

Look, I'll go get it, I'll come back,

hang out by the elevators.

Ain't nothing gonna happen to me, I'm a big boy.

- Whatever, start rounding stuff up,

we'll see you in five minutes.

(creature growling)

- What the hell am I doing down here?

Stuff tastes like crap.

(creature screeching)

(wind whistling)

- Hey.

- Sorry.

I though you were Jacobson.

- What are you doing?

- Well, since Jacobson's not around

I thought I'd run that stuff we saw on the worker

through the scopes.

It's definitely biological.

- Well, at least somebody gets to be useful around here.

- Really.

I thought you were done with the guys

sealing off the Moon Pool.

- You know if I didn't know better

I'd swear that you were happy about that.

- Maybe.

- You don't like what I do, do you?

- I don't like the drilling, no.

If you ask me,

that's what's responsible for the earthquakes.

I have no doubt that that's eroding the ecosystem.

- You don't know that.

- I will, that's why I signed on.

We're just a stall tactic.

I mean, no matter what we find here,

whatever happens with Geotech,

they will close down this particular operation

and move on to the next.

So I'm gonna leave here with some cold hard facts.

- Maybe you forgot that we signed

a nondisclosure agreement with Geotech.

- Screw the agreement.

If the ice shelf cracks and floats out to sea,

there won't be a Geotech, it won't matter then, will it.

- Listen.

I drill oil, that's my life, that's my daddy's life.

Most kids my age back home,

they're too busy in their dorm room throwing keggers.

I do what I have to do.

- Look, I saw you down at the Moon Pool with the guys

he-hawing about your shit jobs.

Meanwhile you guys are killing off 10 species

of rare aquatic life form with your drill.

- Meanwhile, meanwhile oil prices go through the roof.

OPEC's stepping all over everybody.

You're probably gonna go home

and bitch about the price of gasoline,

and how expensive your airplane tickets are to Tahiti.

- Touche.

- Look, it's tough all over.

Besides, the drilling is the least of what's wrong here.

They're using controlled explosives.

- What? - Yeah.

Explosives, it's the cheapest and the fastest way

to move an awful lot of earth

in a relatively short amount of time.

- Oh my God, are they insane?

You think Geotech sanctioned that?

I mean, what are they gonna do when the UN comes down here

and wants to know what all the explosives are doing

on a dinky chunk of ice

they're worried might split off anyhow.

- Like I said, it's the cheapest way to get at the oil.

And around here an above-ground rig wouldn't work,

it's too cold.

This whole thing is just one big cost-cutting machine.

- This trip just keeps getting better and better.

(door knocking)

- Monica?

Monica, it's Ted.

(dramatic music)

- Hey Munson, where the hell is everybody?

Also, where's that kid Curtis,

he's the one that wanted me to wheel these carts down.

- Wasn't my day to watch him.

Anyhow, I sort of caught him on my way up.

- Now, what?

- I saw him nosing around in that science lab.

I think he was after that hot college broad.

- Oh great, he's getting a piece of trim

and I'm down in that shithole freeze my ass off.

- Curse of the working man, my friend.

- Hey, you ought to be helping me, I'm short-handed.

- Hey, I don't know about you, but I'm putting in for leave

as soon as that Schneider wacko splits in the helicopter.

Lenny, man.

No way am I working down there after seeing that.

- What about the rest of us?

- You do what you got to do.

It ain't gonna be me.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Hope your skinny ass slips on a bar of soap!

Piece of shit.

(creature growling)

(suspenseful music)

- Clyde?

Anybody down here?

Hey!

Hey, Clyde.

Holy shit.

(dramatic music)

- [Curtis] What is it?

- Wow.

- Are you gonna tell me, I mean what is it?

- Well, we blew the Quantico DNA reference library

right into the Smithsonian database.

This is about an obscure a DNA reference as it gets.

- Plain words, OK?

- Well the only reference we have is from Siberia, from '87.

An archeological dig.

They found frozen Precambrian insects and diatoms

in perfect condition.

It's a residue from a really really old worm.

- So, you're telling me the dead worker

was covered with prehistoric bug poop?

- Cute, darling.

The helix matches either a premillipede

they never got around to classifying as an official species,

or...

Yep an acidaspis trilobite.

- Say again?

- Tri-lo-bite.

It's been I think for about 10 million years.

It's like a cross between a worm and a mosquito, a parasite.

- You don't think that there's--

- There's no other explanation. Curtis.

Boy are you easy to screw with.

First of all, there's no way

it would survive the ice and the cold.

That's if it wasn't already extinct

and if it were capable of movement in the Antarctic.

Second, the only remains ever found,

and these weren't adults, were fairly small.

You know, like insect size.

So for a trilobite to have done damage like that

it would have had to have been the size of a dog.

- How do you explain the DNA match then?

- It has to be something like a like a premillipede

or a trilobite or something with the similar DNA route.

OK, worker gets messed up, drowns, freezes to death.

And the blood attracts these little things

that share characteristics with the trilobite.

They leave behind the blue stuff.

- So you think that we accidentally stumbled upon

some kind of new life form thing?

- No, an old one, like a shark.

Something like that hasn't evolved yet.

But yeah, it's a discovery.

- Hoy shit.

What happens if this thing really is prehistoric?

- A lot of people will come down here

and want to start taking specimens.

- You'll be famous, the college kid makes good.

- You want my spin on this?

Drilling for oil is good for science?

Not a chance.

- I said you, not us.

Besides, people will always need oil.

And let's not forget that Geotech owns this operation.

- Maybe.

I think those earthquakes are a wake up call.

The ozone, the drilling, the explosives.

Geotech decided to slap Mother Nature in the face.

You start a fight with her, and she'll get you.

She's big, she's tough, she always wins.

- Monica!

Monica!

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

- Are you sure it's a good idea?

- Well if I know Arianna, and I do,

she's so chained to that lab she may never come back up.

- Famous last words.

- Well, we're only going to be alone for a little while.

- I resent that.

- OK.

A great big throbbing while.

Is that better?

- That works.

- Are you sure you can't reach the boat?

- It's the storm.

I mean, we can send up the tight beam,

but that's gonna take a while.

- Just do it.

Schneider.

- Bastard.

- What do you want?

- Hey, look.

Upgrade, upstart, whatever your name is,

I'm really sorry about snapping at you earlier

but you don't have the slightest clue

what's going on around here.

- That's, you know, that's OK.

But about that gun...

- How about you split for a little while.

I want to talk to Professor Jacobsen, alone.

If you don't mind.

- OK, fine.

I'll just get up and go away.

(suspenseful music)

- I want to play a game.

And I'd like to call it

fess up or fucking die.

- What the hell do you think you're doing?

- I fucking saw it.

- Calm down.

- Cut the crap!

I know exactly what you are up to.

All of it.

- Where'd you get that? - The laptop?

I just came from Dr. Kelsey's room

and I think she saw it too.

- She's dead.

- Yeah.

We won't be needing the radio, will we?

- What's wrong with you, huh, slow down!

- Schneider just flipped out.

Arianna, Curtis!

We got a major freaking situation.

- What's going on?

- It's that Schneider guy.

I guess he's finally gone crazy.

- Whoa, define crazy.

- Well, he's got this big-ass gun

and he's pointing it at Jacobson

up in the Communications Room.

Is that crazy enough for you?

- [Curtis] Let's move.

- Come on.

- I don't think you kids want to come in here.

I have a gun and I like pulling the trigger.

Are we clear on this?

- He's serious.

- What are you doing?

- I'm doing what you guys should be doing.

I'm trying to solve some problems here

and you are tops on the list.

- He needs help.

We have to get him back to the mainland.

- We all need help.

I just saw Clyde smeared all over the edge of the Moon Pool.

And Kelsey's dead too!

- What are you talking about?

- I guess whatever happened to Carl and Lipsky's

the same thing that happened to the others.

But none of it matters anymore, does it Ted?

Soon there won't be anything left to matter.

- He's delusional.

- I got it on tape, motherfucker!

And I have Kelsey's computer.

You are toast.

- What tape, Professor?

- Professor, that's just another fucking lie.

He's just getting paid by Geotech

to recruit dumbshits like you.

- Don't do this.

- Tell them about the explosives.

- I...

You...

- Wrong fucking answer, Teddy!

Now tell them about the detonator.

- How many pills have you taken today, Schneider?

- Not nearly enough.

- That's what I thought.

Put the gun down.

Put the gun down and you might have a life to go back to.

- I don't think you understand, Jacobson.

None of us are going back home.

I've destroyed the communications for a reason.

You crossed the line on this one.

- What's he talking about?

- He's crazy.

Look at him, he's all hopped up on antidepressants,

look at him!

- No matter how you twist it,

this thing stops now, starting with you, my friend.

- No! - No!

- Guy weighs a ton.

Come on, we'll put him in a storage closet over here.

Come on you guys, give us a hand.

- Get his key. - I got it.

- Wait, that's it,

we're just going to leave him in the closet like that?

- What else am I suppose to do,

I ain't exactly used to locking somebody up.

- I'm going down to Moon Pool to check on Clyde.

- No, nobody goes down there alone.

- So, what now?

- I say we get everybody together

and bail out of here in the chopper.

- That's a good idea.

- Maybe even leave Schneider here

and have the guys at the military base

come back and get him.

- Great idea, except there's no way we can fly out

with this storm.

- We might have to chance it, then.

- Well obviously the first person we should track down

is the pilot, that Shockley guy.

- I haven't seen him, have you guys?

- It's quite a big place.

- Well yeah, he could be anywhere too.

- Remember, he was securing the helicopter.

- That's right.

- Where are you going? - Topside.

- What are you going to do?

- I want to check out the helicopter.

Hey, if Schneider screwed up the radio,

who knows what else he's been doing, huh?

- In that storm you might not make it to the chopper.

- Somebody's got to go out there.

- Guys guys guys, I hate to bring this up,

but without the pilot, the chopper's useless, right?

- Exactly.

- Don't pull any heroics, OK?

Walk out, walk back, don't stop for coffee.

- You know, for a second there,

I thought you were actually a little worried about me.

(wind whistling)

(suspenseful music)

- The hell is taking him so long?

- Well it's at least 50 feet to the Quonset hut.

- Yeah, he's OK.

What do you think?

What are the chances he'll come back with good news?

- Judging by our luck, slim to none.

- What were you saying about our luck?

- Shit, I take it back.

(electronic beeping)

(wind whistling)

- Please tell me somebody accidentally hit a light switch.

- No such luck, I heard the air pumps kick off.

- Can't be a fuel problem.

- Emergency lights.

The backup has kicked on.

Fucking terrific.

That means there's a major problem with the generators

- And?

- And, well, all the backup is is a giant battery.

On a system like this,

got maybe 12 hours of auxiliary power in there.

Maybe a little more.

- Then what?

- Well, unless we fix the generators

and get them back on line,

we'll freeze to death.

- We can't radio out, maybe we can't even fly out,

we're up to our asses in dead bodies.

Great, anything else gonna go wrong?

- Yeah, looks like our buddy Schneider's

been real busy since we got here.

We got to get back down and round up everybody we can find.

- I can't believe Schneider did this.

- Well, he must been stalking the entire compound.

I mean first Lenny, then the other workers, then the pilot.

- And Jacobson. - And Jacobson.

All right, let's just hope that's it.

(door banging)

(door banging)

(dramatic music)

- What the hell?

Honey bunny,

I think there's something wrong with the lights.

Kate?

Kate, sweetie.

There's something wrong with the lights,

they're gonna want to know where we are.

Kate?

Kate.

(dramatic music)

- There might not be enough power

to keep the elevator running.

- There's an emergency stairwell,

all the way on the other side,

we can use it if we have to.

- That almost sounds worse.

- What's that?

Testing, testing.

- The PA systems gonna be down

till the generator's back online.

- What's the plan?

- All right, first we gotta round up the troops.

Two of us can check out this level

and two of us need to go down to the lab downstairs.

How about we just take our own level, it'll go faster.

- How about, we don't chance it, OK?

Once we get everybody together then we can devise a plan

on how to get the hell out of here.

- Good idea.

- All right, why don't you and Update head down,

go room for room, looking for crew.

We're gonna head down to the lab.

All right, we'll meet you back here.

- All right. - Let's do it.

- Hurry up.

You OK, kid?

- Hell, no.

- Good, I thought I always only one

getting quivers in my belly.

Come on, let's look for Munson first.

(suspenseful music)

- Tom?

Kate, you guys down here?

Tom, Kate, anyone?

No, if they were down here they would have heard us.

- Maybe.

- Didn't have to say it like that.

- Listen, we don't know what Schneider's done exactly.

In fact there's a lot that we don't know.

I mean, did you hear what he was saying?

He was trying to get Jacobson to tell us something.

- The guy was gone, Curtis.

Completely fried, I'm surprised he didn't start telling us

he was Napoleon--

- No, he said something that messed with Jacobson, I saw it.

- So you think Schneider was telling the truth,

that this was some sort of setup?

- Well, this is big business, I mean who knows, right?

- What the heck is in here?

(dramatic music)

- Holy shit - I don't believe it.

- What is this thing?

- Like I said before, a trilobite.

- You didn't tell me they got that big.

- They didn't, at least not in any specimen

ever found in recorded history.

- Well?

- Well, two things.

This is a new species that no one's ever seen before,

it has to be.

And two, this species has been dead millions of years

before man ever walked the earth.

- And?

- And well, judging from its condition,

I would venture to say it hasn't been dead that long.

- There is a third thing that you're forgetting here.

- [Arianna] What's that?

- Well, this sort of shoot some holes

in the old dead worker explanation, don't you think?

- You think that thing killed the worker?

- What else could it be?

- I'm glad you've finally started to come around.

Hey stop shining that goddamn thing in my eyes, you know!

- Yes, I can do that.

- Now what?

- Now what?

Let's get the fuck out of here.

- Let's just get everybody together first, OK.

- They're probably all dead, you know.

- Why, because you killed them?

- Hey, wait a second.

Jacobson tried to kill you guys.

- What the hell are you talking about?

- Geotech's in deep shit.

They created this multi-level sinkhole

straight from the ice into the ocean floor.

Unfortunately, with the hole in ozone layer,

all they really did was screw up the environment.

- That's what we're here to determine.

- Not quite.

The UN is coming here to shut them down.

They're about to lose everything.

And then, about a month ago,

they find our little buddy here in a block of ice.

Suddenly, Geotech is no longer in the oil business,

and smack dab in the middle

of the biggest archeological find ever!

- So thanks to some illegal drilling methods,

they unearth a 10 million year old species

perfectly preserved in ice.

- And you know what?

There's two of them.

- Two specimens?

- This one,

and the one that eats people.

- You're nuts!

- Hey, I don't know where it came from.

Maybe it was living under the ice.

I don't even care, the only thing I know is

it's alive and it's eating its way through this complex.

Hell, look at it!

You said yourself that it didn't look like

it could have dead for too long.

- Fuck.

- Now they're trying to hide their illegal activities,

smuggle the dead one back to the mainland

before the UN shows up.

- There's no way they could have done that, man.

- I think they could.

What if Curtis, our young drilling expert,

accidentally detonated roughly a quarter of a megaton

of explosives sitting in the Moon Pool right now, huh?

Yeah, yeah right.

Oops.

They'd blame it on a bunch of green kids.

You guys.

With the evidence destroyed they're no longer liable

to the global consortium.

- I still think they'd be able to prove

that this drilling base was destroying the ice cap.

- Yeah, but lucky for them

that our illustrious professor Jacobsen and Dr. Kelsey

were able to bring back this incredible specimen here.

- They were gonna get away with this.

- You know what, who gives a fuck,

let's just get out of here.

- You read my mind.

- This is a big-ass place, man.

- It's nothing, don't worry about it.

After six months you kind of get used to the place.

Listen, don't worry about it, we're gonna get out of here,

it's gonna be fine.

This is the corridor to the bunk room.

Let's go in and wake up Munson.

- Can't we just call him from out here?

Do we have to go inside?

- If your buddy was in there,

wouldn't you want to go get him,

make sure everything was all right?

- That's why I don't have any buddies.

- All right, you wait here, I'll be right back, OK?

Don't go anywhere.

Take it easy.

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

- Jesus, Tom!

Who did this?

Schneider?

- Kate...

- What about Kate?

- It killed...

Kate.

- What "it," Tom?

What are you talking about?

- Hey Munson!

Munson?

Still taking a shower?

Munson?

You in there, Munson?

Munson.

Old man, you in here?

Munson.

Munson?

Not you too, old man.

Oh God, Munson!

(creature growling)

(creature screeching)

(dramatic music)

- Tom.

Tom...

Jesus.

(Krieger screaming)

(creature screeching)

- Come on!

(creature screeching)

(dramatic music)

(creature screeching)

- So how do we get out?

- With a snow cat.

A Russian military base is about 25 miles from here.

- I thought you said the snow cats were all down.

- Listen man, I lied, I made a stupid joke, OK?

(man shouting)

- What the hell is that?

- Update.

Update!

Update!

We have to help!

- Come on, let's move, let's move it move it move it!

(creature screeching)

- Curtis.

- Good shot.

- You OK?

- Yeah, think I'm all right now.

- This thing's dead, all right?

- I wouldn't get too close to that thing.

- Hey, it won't come back to life.

(ground rumbling)

- Now would be a good time to leave.

(water splashing)

(creature screeching)

- Holy Christ.

Hey!

We have one minute!

- Shit!

That son of a bitch!

- I guess you haven't seen the end of Jaws, you bastard!

- Looks like we made it.

- Yeah, but at what cost?

- What do you mean?

Now I gotta tell the good old boys

down at the Shit Kicker Bar

how I got saved by a college girl.

- Go to hell, cowboy.

(dramatic music)