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Everyone, be alert! Fast approach off the starboard quarter.

Small craft.

Looks like our fisherman friend.

Oi!

Wade! Wade!

Hey! You can't be here!

Stop!

Wade!

Wade!

I'm losing no one.

- Hey! - What the fuck?

Where is he? Where's my son?

- How did he get here? - In a Zodiac. I think he's crazy.

Where is my son?

- He's not on board, mate. He is not here. - And I should believe you?

We had a deal, and you snuck out like a thief in the night.

That was your sister's doing.

- Bullshit. - No, it's true.

She threatened to impound my ship if we didn't agree

that we don't take you and we don't take Wade.

Hey, I wouldn't be heading back. It's a minor miracle you made it this far.

I don't think you appreciate the danger you're in.

I'll take me chances.

The doctor here thinks it's the squid's feeding ground.

You think? Round here? On what?

Hey! Hey!

That's my fuckin' boat! How am I supposed to get back now?

You really have to tie everything down round here. Especially with this crew.

What is goin' on on this ship?

Rats. Fleeing straight into the mouth of disaster.

Gimme those.

Wait for it. Wait for it.

Oh fuck.

Bloody morons.

What are you waiting for?

It's right there.

Go kill it. Now.

I'd love to. That's our captain and first mate.

No one else can drive this thing.

I can get us there.

- It's not a cod boat. - A rig's a rig.

I can get us there.

All right.

Okay, get us there.

Okay, stay with the skipper. Do everything he says.

Shit.

Uh… bow thrusters starboard.

80%.

Mr. Penney.

The helm suits you.

Jesus friggin' Murphy.

That's it. Set it down here.

All right, now, give us some space.

Hey, eyes here, everyone.

Only got three of these trackers, okay?

- The wheel is yours. - Gonna have to make it work.

Should we chum the waters?

Looks as though they're chummed enough already.

Don't tell me you fellas are trying to tag this thing.

Nothing gets past you, does it, skipper?

Listen, this thing needs to be put down,

not followed around like some damn science project.

This is a research mission, Mr. Penney. It's not a hunting trip.

Oh, that's great. You're gonna get us all fucking killed.

No, on the contrary. Knowing where she is at all times

is actually gonna save lives.

Now, steady our position.

Coast guard, this is RSV Sir John Franklin.

We've got two crew in the water. Do you copy?

Coast guard, we are under attack.

We need immediate assistance. Do you copy?

What in the Jesus are you b'ys doin' out here without a workin' radio?

- What are you doing? - Jesus Christ.

- I just needs a drop of water. - No, no. Come back.

Whoa!

- Mmm! - Hey.

Hey, hey, hey!

Stop. Stop! Stop.

- I need water. - No.

- Sorry, Doctor. I'm sorry. - It's okay. It's okay.

Somebody stole my dinghy.

Hey, I have water in the car.

Come on, come on. Let me… let me help you.

- Okay. - Yeah?

- Yeah. - Okay.

Thank you.

Jesus.

Hey.

My sister and her boyfriend are in there. Can you take a look?

Yeah. You know I'm not a medical doctor. You know that, right?

No. I know that, but can you just come have a look?

- I'm gonna go radio the coast guard. - Okay, sure.

What in the heck is wrong with everyone?

There's something in the ice.

- The ice? - Yeah.

- The iceberg ice? - Yeah.

- That's the theory. - Jesus.

No more ice and no drinking water until we know what's going on.

Wait, hold on. What can I do to help?

Just keep everybody inside

and um… and gather as much bottled water as you can.

It's okay.

I should have a couple of flats over at the bar.

Right in here.

- It's okay. - Come on.

- That's it. - Just put one foot in front of the other.

I just need water.

- Yeah. - Here.

- Right here. - Just sit down here.

- For a minute. Just for a minute. - I'll get water.

Okay, okay, okay. Just please, just get me some water.

There you go.

Hey, can you… can you come here for a sec?

Hey.

- How are you guys feeling? - Uh, yeah, I'm fine.

But there's definitely something wrong with him.

Yeah. What did you, uh… what did you have to drink last night?

Uh…

Just a couple, um… rum and Pepsis on ice.

More than a couple, I'd say.

And what about you?

- No ice, I take it? - No. No ice.

Water.

Water.

Look, what's going on here? What is this?

I'm not sure. It could be bacterial. It could be viral.

The symptoms seem to differ depending on the level of exposure,

but I really need to run more tests.

Wait, wait. Um… just…

- Have you heard from my dad? - No.

Oh, no, I haven't.

I've been trying him all night, but his phone's out of service.

Yeah.

Just hang in there.

- I'm sure he'll turn up soon. - Uh-huh. Hmm.

Hey.

Okay, Barry.

- How you doing? - I can't breathe.

You can't breathe?

Is that better?

Let me see.

- Doc, am I dying? - What? No!

No. No, no.

You're not dying.

We just need to keep you from hurting yourself. Okay?

- Is that what's gonna happen to me? - No. No, no, no.

Hey! Hey, everyone's…

gonna be okay.

Yeah?

You're gonna be fine.

Coast guard, this is Snooks Arm Harbormaster.

We're experiencing a public health emergency

and require immediate assistance. Over.

This is Commander Marie Charbaneau.

Confirming Snooks Arm is escalated to top priority

for emergency medical response by air.

ETA?

We are currently responding to multiple incidents at sea.

I will update you on the ETA.

Last question.

Your summary of the source, nature, and current status of the threat. Briefly.

Jerry's dead.

My brother and my nephew are missing.

We got a iceberg in the harbor, and folks have been using the bad ice for days,

and they've all gone a bit cracked in the head.

Is this some sort of outbreak?

Is it contagious?

Hold on now.

Snooks Arm Harbor, coast guard.

Snooks Arm, are you there?

Ooh!

Hi.

- Hey. This way. - The water.

I gotcha.

Hey, did you have anything to drink last night?

- Just the one rum and Pepsi. - Just the one.

- Good. That's good. - Help's on the way.

Yeah.

I couldn't get ahold of Calvin or Wade.

Oh.

Don't worry about them. I'm sure they're, uh… just fine.

- Snack time! - Wow.

Thank you, Irene. Look at this.

- No problem. - Oh my God.

- There you go. - Too kind.

- Yeah. - Okay.

- Nice. - Hey, where is everybody today?

- The streets are deserted. - Oh, a call came in this morning.

Something about a boil-water advisory and big racket down at Fisherman's Hall.

Oh dear. I'm not leaving this house this morning, I tell ya.

Not with that Jesus creature out there.

- Smart. - But thanks for taking us in.

Mm-hmm.

All this way and your holiday ruined.

What a sin.

Oh. Mo loves this show.

- Oh yeah. No, I do. - Yeah.

She's comin'.

Here. Here, here, here, here.

Oh my…

Hold onto somethin'.

Okay, okay.

Range!

Hard shell. Incredible.

Sure, now he fuckin' tells me.

- Hard shell. - Reload.

You have to aim for the flesh, the soft bit beneath the mantle.

Not the mantle.

- She's comin' back round! - Here. Here.

Hold my legs.

Oh, fuck me!

Again! Reload.

How can you miss at this range? Do you know how expensive these things are?

Here she comes!

Hold onto somethin'!

Fuckin' shit.

Okay, what the hell is she doing?

She's under the hull.

I'll try and shake her off.

Just… just… Gently, gently!

Take this.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Shit.

Christ.

Last chance, Doctor.

Take the fucking shot before she tears a hole in my ship.

What the fuck are you waiting for?

Just… be… quiet.

Yes!

- We got it! - Yes!

Ah! Ah!

She had me worried for a minute.

What a marvel.

Mr. Penney, come on. Get down here. You're gonna wanna see this.

Hey, sh, sh, sh, sh, sh.

Gentlemen.

We got it.

Well done, men.

All right, gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen.

This is your blood, your sweat, your willful disregard for common sense.

No, seriously.

My heart goes out to each and every one of you. Oh!

Including our last-minute skipper. Yep.

To the Franklin

and our beloved cephalopod.

Cheers. Cheers!

Mm!

Here, have a drink. Look like you need one.

We're takin' on water, and we're losin' fuel.

That thing did a lot of damage down there.

Yeah, no. I'm keenly aware of that.

- But we're not in imminent danger. - You already lost two men today.

I fucking didn't lose a soul.

Those two rat-fuckers? They lost themselves.

Well, the rest of us are gonna be next

unless we call this in and head back to port.

So tell me where your backup radio is,

and let me get back to my family.

Right now.

No, coast guard's just gonna get in the way, mate, at this point.

You know, we've gone too far to just tuck up and run now.

Okay, you tagged her. You… you… you made history.

So take the win, and… and… and live to tell the tale.

What fuckin' tale?

What tale have we got to tell? What have we got? Look.

We got blips. That's all we got.

Now, what did we have at the beginning of the journey? We had fairy tales.

We had a couple of, uh… blurry photographs.

We had some mad scribbling from some dead explorers. Nah, mate.

If we give up now, it's just like landing on the moon

and not getting outta the capsule. We are this close.

This close to what?

A blip, mate. A blip is worthless.

Footage is forever.

- You're diving? - Ooh, damn straight we're diving.

Well, that's fucking insane.

One dive, 60 minutes tops.

- No, 90.90 minutes. - 60.

- That's suicide. - Fucking what can't you comprehend?

This is the holy fuckin' grail.

We are standing at the motherfucking apex.

What don't you just tell him, Steve?

Tens of millions of dollars, just poof.

Crew hasn't been paid in months.

Sunk-cost fallacy has rotted this man's brain,

and this is his last chance to save himself.

If I don't dive with that parasite today,

he is going to go and whore himself off to the next sugar daddy.

He's gonna gobble up all the glory,

and he's gonna claim the Nobel Prize for himself.

Ah, you're not wrong about that.

Dr. Sayed.

Are you with me

or not?

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

Fu…

Gentlemen.

We dive in 30 minutes.

Check his quarters.

How is the rest of the crowd…

Okay, hold on. That's the… That might be another problem altogether.

And then what?

What is your proper last name?

- Marvelous. - You got anymore aguas back there?

Oh, look, some coming now. Look.

Thank you, Jesus.

Still no sign of Dad anywhere.

Yeah.

Well, your father always did like to skip these town events.

It's just that, uh… we didn't leave things on the best of terms last night.

Yeah.

Us neither.

The water tests here are clear, but I'm boiling some just in case.

- Great, great. Thank you. - Yeah.

And, uh… if you keep an eye on these folks,

I'm gonna go to the harbor to get some more samples.

Okay. Yeah, sure.

- Where are you going, my ducky? - Outside.

- No, you don't wanna be going outside. - I need some air!

- Excuse me. - All right, all right!

- Get back there. Okay. - Water.

Stop the nonsense, and sit down out of it, for the love of Jesus!

Mary.

Yep?

- Come on. Try and get some sleep. - Mary, if, um…

- If something happens… - What?

- If what happens? - If, um… something happens and, uh…

I don't make it…

Fucking stop it. You're gonna be fine.

Hey, hey.

I just wanted to give you something.

Just in case.

What is that?

Just take it.

Please.

Noah.

It's empty.

- I know. - You know?

There was supposed to be a ring in it, but I…

I don't know what happened to it. I carried it around for three weeks.

It was perfect.

I was gonna propose while we were here. I swear to God, I had a whole plan.

Uh… and now you're not?

I am.

- I just don't have the ring. - No, I don't care about a ring.

- You sure you don't care? - Yes. Yeah, I'm sure.

So is that a yes?

Mm.

Yeah, I suppose it is.

Yes.

What?

What just happened?

We're getting married!

- Are we getting married? Yeah? - Yeah.

Ah! Ahhh!

Ah, water!

Ah!

Barry!

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!

- Hey, Barry! - Water!

Don't!

Barry?

Barry!

Barry! Barry, no!

Barry?

- What? - Hold on.

- Fonda, stop. - Barry!

Barry?

Snooks Arm, Snooks Arm.

This is RSV Sir John Franklin. Come in.

Mayday, mayday, mayday. Snooks Arm.

This is RSV Sir John Franklin. Come in.

Come on.

Seal Cove, come in.

Mayday, mayday, mayday.

Snooks Arm. This is Research Vessel Sir John Franklin. Come in.

S…

I think you should dive with us.

Yeah.

We could use an objective observer.

I appreciates the thought, but, uh…

I'd just as soon stay up here, keep us afloat.

Not die in a tin can.

No, Jojo's got the helm.

- And you trust him? - Course not.

No, but he's not gonna go AWOL with us down below. We'd all fuckin' die.

And importantly, he wouldn't get paid.

I'm not sure I have the same confidence in you, Mr. Penney.

Mm.

Shall we?

Go on.

Yeah, man. Come on.

She's a beauty, isn't she?

Yeah, I designed her myself. Now, take your shoes off.

You should be thanking me, Mr. Penney.

I've seen it in your eyes.

You wanna get close to her just as bad as I do.

You won't get a chance like this again, mate. No one will.

Take your jacket off. You're not gonna need that.

Up you go.

She's waiting. Chop chop.

Make yourself comfortable. Over there.

Jojo, time to rock and roll.

Okay.

Ah!

Descending.

Descending.

Descending.

Descending.

Descending.

Just relax, skipper.

How far down is she?

She prefers the coldest depths, so now she's somewhere on the sea floor,

resting.

That's 100 fathom down.

- How deep does this thing go? - Oh, that and a bit more.

I designed it to go wherever she goes.

Two hundred feet, 400 to go.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Be careful.

Don't touch that.

That electrifies the shell. There's 55,000 volts there, just in case.

No need for that. It's not a safari. Okay, here we go.

Three, two, one.

And here we are.

Huh.

Shit. We lost her.

How is that possible? We followed the tag.

It could be interruption, interference.

It could be too deep for the signal.

The signal's what brought us here, genius.

- It's not working now. - We don't have time for this.

Fuck it. Let's go squid disco.

- What, so… so now we're bait? Is that it? - Sh.

Just settle down, skipper.

Ah, there she is.

She's above us.

Two hundred feet.

Approaching.

- One-fifty. - I don't see her.

One hundred feet.

- I don't see her. - She…

She's right above us.

- That's impossible. - No, it says she's right on top of us.

I can't see her. She's not anywhere here.

There.

Oh my God. She's chewed her arm off.

What have we done?

Fuck me.

We may have underestimated her intelligence.

She knows we're trackin' her.

Okay, okay. Where's the rest of her?

Fucked.

Look at that.

I think she likes you.

Fry her.

What, are you fuckin' nuts?

- What are you doin'? Fry her now! - No, no!

No, she's, uh… she's just curious. She's playing with us.

This is what cephalopods do.

Ascending.

Ascending.

Ascending. Ascending.

- She's bringing us up. - Ascending.

Ascending.

She's opening the hatch!

Ascending. Ascending.

Up! Before she opens it! Up!

We won't make it! We… we won't make it!

We have to fucking fry her while we still can!

No! No, you can't!

- Ascending. - Get off me! Get off me!

- Steve, don't! - Ascending.

Pressure.

Pressure. Pressure.

Pressure. Pressure. Pressure.

Mayday, mayday, mayday!

Sir John Franklin. SOS.

We are under attack.

Oh, come on, Dad.

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.

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