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Go away. It is too early.

Wake up.

It's time for your shower.

Stop it, Cathy. Leave me now.

Is that you, Pliskin? - He recognizes me.

That is a long time ago.

Are you coming for fun?

An accident with your submarine. A plane is waiting.

The big bosses want to talk to you.

What a surprise, Wick. That is a long time ago.

Is that right?

Still sense of humor. - Everything is one big joke, Steensland.

We miss you here.

Then had no money with the army asked for my design.

Is your wife still with the navy? - Ask her lawyer.

Stop that nonsense, Steensland.

What happened to Siren 1?

The reports indicate that the nuclear power system

possibly crashed.

There is no more radio contact. They must be waiting for rescue.

The Pentagon is very worried ... - Wait a second.

What do you want?

There were no core engines in my designs.

News for you. According to the report is it because of your design,

and not through our adjustments.

Eight people who are stuck at the bottom of the ocean,

because you became angry because people had tampered with your toy.

Bullshit. - I didn't want to believe this either.

We have to share the blame with the designer, Hayes.

Thanks for the drink. Bye.

Mark Mazie was on board when it happened.

When you left here, Mark left Build Siren 1 to your design.

Do you abandon him, just like the Siren project?

I know you like Mark.

You join the NATO team to search for Siren 1.

Nobody knows the Siren better than you do.

You leave at eight to Norway.

He falls for it.

Who is that? - I think Wick Hayes.

The smart guy who this playground has been invented.

He's handsome too. - I get 20 $ from Roger.

I bet there are hormones were in your beautiful body.

If you ever grow up let me know.

Wick Hayes. - Ana Rivera, navigator.

Pleasant.

Listen, this is Wick Hayes.

Glad to be on board.

Better here than on Siren 1, right?

So you know about it. - They informed us.

That it was your fault that the Siren 1 has sunk.

I'm Carlo, the doctor.

It's the tension. A mysterious mission.

We do not know when we will return. - Don't bother.

I've been around for a long time not so popular anymore.

There is no private british. Robbins here is also new.

If he's not with the crew yet talked, it will work.

A little seasick. I leave you to each other.

How are you?

It'll blow over. Robbins, computer expert.

I am... - Wick Hayes.

I recognize you from an interview. - I'll take the lower british.

All hands on deck. Emergency meeting in the galley.

Come on, Skeets. To the dining room.

Give eight. The captain.

At the place rest, I wanted to say. But you already do that.

I'm Captain Randolph Phillips.

This is Lieutenant Nina Crowley, biogenetics expert.

You speak to us during our rounds with military respect. Understood?

"Yes, sir" would suffice.

NATO. Never Sufficient Under control. Is that right?

Probably not. - Your name?

Joe Kane, everyone calls me Skeets.

An answer like 'Not sure' requires balls. I like that.

But keep your balls in future in your military pants.

You won't like it keep naval customs.

For some, that is clearer then with the other.

If you remember this is a military mission,

we will have few problems.

We leave immediately.

Everyone at his post within five minutes.

That was all. Lieutenant Crowley.

Bad for my nerves. - I suggest you finish that dick.

Request for change denied. Class 1 password required. Enter.

Code change implanted.

Can we talk? - I never wanted to see you again.

And I never mean by never.

I am not here of my own free will. - You do everything by yourself.

Go away and stay away from me.

Do not behave like a spoiled schoolgirl.

There is more at stake here then your feelings.

We all have this said before.

Let's just do our duty. And the rest is a thing of the past.

Do you want to check the turbos?

Good idea. Thanks for the conversation, Lieutenant Crowley.

Check both turbos. See what they did with my design.

We're taking a test dive, Mr. Fleming.

I don't have the Siren yet can check.

And we navigate in dangerous water.

There are floods, undersea mountains ...

Isn't this a modern ship?

The more complex the design, the more things can go wrong.

Have you already discovered malfunctions? - No not yet.

Execute my order.

Miss Rivera, Mr. Robbins, keep an eye on the sonar.

The visibility here is very limited.

We are approaching an iceberg.

According to the sonar there are layers of earth at 002 degrees.

These are ice formations. - No, the location is 004 degrees.

A coordination issue. I still get 002 degrees.

We follow Mr. Robbins, just to be sure.

Create a route around it with 15 degrees on both sides.

The sonar gives way more then three degrees off.

Here also. That will be a starboard collision.

Impending collision. - Avoid. Alarm on.

We are almost there.

What happened? - Changes to the design.

The sonar has been adjusted for rocket detection.

We were lucky. - You didn't have that with the old boats.

Because they didn't have these options. - That is true, but they did work.

I said I didn't like him have been able to check.

Vitten on Fleming is meaningless. He is right.

I'll show you something. These are the changes to the Siren 2.

All changes are indicated in red.

This is change number two. And that's number three.

Do you understand? These are the facts. Open your eyes and look.

I want to talk to you immediately, in my cabin.

Robbins, calibrate the sonar again manually.

I want to see a damage report.

That will be fun.

What have you got, Hayes? Can you not face the facts?

Or do you feel too guilty? - The facts speak for themselves.

I'm not taking the blame. The navy ruined my designs.

I know your kind. You always point accusing someone else.

Be honest anyway. We were almost there.

Because the navy messed with the design.

If you do not... - Enough. I made up my mind.

You are not allowed until further notice more in the control room.

And I had to check the Siren?

Robbins can do that too. You can help him via the intercom.

Then I might as well morse code.

Play with your cock, but not in it the control room. Ripped in.

What's the problem, Mr. Robbins?

This is not right. He would do more must indicate radiation.

A malfunction of the equipment?

We have normal radiation levels, nothing more.

Strange. Are you following this, Lieutenant? What do you think?

The cause is of different origin. Maybe non-nuclear.

Check this out.

Can you bring that home? - A signal from a black box.

A newer type of signal. Code name David.

Decoded: Siren 1.

Now we finally know what's going on happened with the Siren 1.

We can go through that black box discover what happened.

Can you locate it? - 9000 meters below us.

Message to the headquarters that we have found Siren 1.

We're going diving. Set the course.

Ready for diving.

7400 meters.

7800 meters and falling.

8600 meters.

9200 meters.

Mr. Robbins, the searchlights.

Activated. - Look at this.

And what does that do there?

Captain, at this depth can no photosynthesis.

There is no sunlight, no food. Plant growth is impossible here.

I would like a sample. - That will be arranged.

According to the sonar there are metal remains at the gorge.

Fixed large pieces from the Siren 1.

I propose a thorough analysis. To know what caused him to sink.

Right away.

Put on your suit right away.

All engines off. - Engines out.

The deepest dive ever and you are chosen.

He made the right choice.

Ready? We have need two things.

A seaweed monster for Crowley and photos of the wreck of Siren 1.

Put on your suit too, just in case he needs help. Good luck.

Radio test. Diver 1.

We hear you loud and clear, Sven. - I enter the alga.

It's in one area concentrated. Very fat.

Do you want this?

Look. I can have a sushi bar open and start renting.

Happy with those searchlights. I can't see three meters.

Hot water comes from below. There it seems that weeds come true.

Take a sample as soon as you finished your games.

Sorry. Take a sample is not easy. It is very thick.

I have a monster.

Get it.

Looks good. I'm going down now.

Understood. Come again soon.

Nothing is normal at this depth. This is an interesting monster.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Sven? What is it damn wrong?

Sven, what's happening?

It's okay. I'll explain.

A lot of whites are themselves blue startled by you.

It will work again. - Diver 2 will relieve you.

No, then I lose my bet with Philippe.

I have a piece of the hull of it Siren 1 found. I'm taking photos.

Have a laugh.

Something is wrong.

What is going on? - Diver 1, answer.

Warning. Error in vital functions.

Something's wrong.

I want to help Sven. - First we need to know more.

Answer me, diver 1.

What happens, Captain?

Asshole. - I'm sorry, Philippe.

I could have done something. - No, you couldn't do anything.

He was my best friend. That bastard.

He knew what he was doing. He took the risk.

I could have helped. But that bastard didn't allow that.

What do you think, Mr. Robbins?

Certainly a tear in his suit.

At this depth ...

Inform the headquarters. - Is that all?

What else, Mr. Kane? We go by picking up the black box.

I'm in my cabin, if you need me.

He was my friend.

I get the signal from the black box loud and clear.

Engine report, Mr. Muller. - Repairs double checked.

Understood. Check it again.

Alright then. Again.

What do you think about this? Impossible. - I see nothing. Try infrared.

Whatever it is, it is huge.

It's coming. - Straight ahead.

Go up a thousand meters, Mr. Fleming. Turn on the external cameras.

They want to roast us in our own ship.

An injured person in the control room.

External pressure almost doubled. - Try to solve it.

No response from the main engines. - There is damage to the engines.

Report from the engine room, Muller.

Come on, Muller.

Report from the engine room. - First extinguish that fire.

This ship can withstand one maximum depth of 12000 meters.

If that thing pulls us deeper ...

Take a look at channel two.

Let Robbins see the polarity of reverse the radar cover.

Then the electric field give that thing a shock.

Is that possible? - In theory.

And the dangers? - Overload and overheating.

Hurry up. It really works. - Do it. Forward.

Again.

It has been there.

Autopilot does nothing. - Then manually.

Nothing happens here either. I switch to the backup.

Stay calm. - Come to mommy.

Control panels do not respond. - The turbo supply is blocked.

Power taken off. - We're falling to the bottom.

Depth? - 13000 meters.

Someone has to do something. - Put the propellers in overdrive.

Try to fix us put in a crack.

There is a ledge 100 meters below. - Get out, Rivera.

Divert all power to the main engines.

We'll put it on that ledge. - Careful, Wick.

Robbins, expand the legs. Type it in.

Excellent. - You saved us all.

This has always been my charm. Up to now.

You're a good fart.

Find out with Miss Rivera what for damage we have suffered.

Mr. Hayes, I want to talk to you in my cabin. You remember the way.

Here we go. Second round.

You never speak directly against a superior.

Certainly not where the crew is. - With all due respect, Captain,

we would no longer be there if I hadn't done it.

Discipline does a crew Operate.

Even worse than losing someone, can be seen breaking through.

From now on you give me in advance what you want to do.

Ripped in.

I have to say that I impressed with you.

You can enter the control room again.

Thank you, Captain.

The weed absorbs oxygen and releases toxic material.

The fish were the victims. An ecological disaster.

A small reason for such a huge problem.

The poison is also very strong. If this would grow on the surface ...

It is probably the result of complex mutations.

The headquarters wants us shake your hand.

What's the matter with those circuits? Take a look at them.

I'll do it right away. Keep it like that. - Hurry up.

I want to get back to work. - Are you sure you are capable of that?

All right then.

Signal from the black box recorded. - Mr. Hayes, engine report.

I would not want to do with it racing, but it works.

Okay, off to that black box.

Does anyone have claustrophobia? That cave is very narrow.

We enter a hopeless tunnel. Have someone else solve this.

No, we will get that black box. - Did I ask someone for his opinion?

Go on, Miss Rivera.

We are approaching the cave.

50 meters.

45 meters. - Three-quarter engines on, Mr. Hayes.

I hope you love roller coasters.

3 meters. - Three-quarter engines.

Now.

Turbulence in waves. Faster and faster. - Like a golf ball through a garden hose.

Can you hear the signal? of the black box?

According to the screen it is around the corner. Through that narrow passage.

Do we send the scout? - It would not survive the turbulence.

The water is 537 Kelvin. - I can determine the eruptions.

Go ahead, Mr. Robbins. - What about double explosions?

There is always a risk. According to we can take it to me.

It is a minefield. - Go ahead, Mr. Robbins.

Turn the camera on starboard.

Do not worry. Keep looking at that screen.

It looks like WWII. Me and John Wayne.

A cavity with natural pressure in an underground cave.

Very scary. And how is that? black box come here?

Maybe due to currents Underwater. Who knows.

Something is wrong with that signal.

It is an SOS signal.

Now I can distinguish it from the signal from the black box.

An SOS signal is a better one source of information than the black box.

Can you locate the source? - That's the strange thing.

It is the same. It's coming somewhere out of the cave tunnel.

They have been here. Just look at the screen.

But what did they do here? - What happened to them?

Meeting on the officer deck.

I do not get it.

The Siren 1 did not have it easy.

They had nothing to look for here.

You may not under any circumstances remove breathing apparatus.

These are no ordinary weapons. Made for underwater use.

Note, the cartridge chambers under pressure.

This is more firepower than needed, so don't go too fast.

The visibility is extremely limited.

According to our data is the sky very toxic. Hold up your masks.

There is no sign of life. Only some debris.

Throw the raft overboard. - Lower it.

I get it. I can go first.

Report, Mr. Hayes. - It looks like pea soup here.

Just go ahead.

I don't like this. - Calm down, Skeets.

Left without difficulty. - Search lights on, show them the way.

Watch out.

Do you know that? i can't swim?

We are approaching the shore. - Great, Wick.

Come on. Mind your step.

The radar value of that tunnel. Siren 2, is the radar value correct?

Yes, but my monitor displays only 30 meters.

Then rather give us a cane. - No time to look around, Hayes.

Wick, take a look. - What is it?

It's a dead end here. Robbins, where do we have to go?

Straight ahead and left at the fork.

There is a split. It goes faster if you divide into two teams.

Understood.

Fleming, Philippe and Ana take the right tunnel.

Skeets, Carlo, we take the left. This is your radar contact.

Understood? There we go.

We missed a party. - I'm glad I wasn't there.

There are poisonous here biochemical tanks.

There's nothing here, just dark and goosebumps.

Wait a second. What kind of sound is that?

What is it? - Nothing. My nerves ...

Stick together.

How's the SOS signal?

I have a lot of echo, but you are heading in the right direction.

There is that sound again.

It comes from...

Wait. What is it, Ana? - Team 1, report.

Fleming was attacked. He is paralyzed.

Take it back to the submarine. - We come. Heard, Wick?

What is happening, Ana? - It's from above.

Coordinates, Robbins. Fast.

Return and turn left at the fork. - Like lightning away here.

Show us the way, Robbins. - Take the middle tunnel.

Can you hear me, Robbins? - Straight ahead and the first right.

We are coming.

Hurry up, Wick.

I dropped the radar. Behind you. Watch out.

Team 1 no longer has radar.

What is happening to him? - No idea, he's infected with it.

Finish me off.

He has to go to the ship. - It's too late for him.

Fleming is dead. I'll explain later.

This way. Watch out.

We have to get out of here, Philippe.

My leg is stuck.

Watch out.

It has its leg.

Hold on, we're almost there.

I heard something. - Watch out.

Come with me.

We found another one.

Philippe already? - Carlo, give cover.

I can't see anything. - That bastard with that radio.

Put on your mask, Skeets.

What is that?

The SOS signal is right in front of you. - Understood.

The oxygen generator loses power. - Is nothing working properly here?

Mr. Muller, check the generator. He loses power.

Keep paying attention. Careful.

I found the light source.

There is a lab inside.

Approach it very carefully. - We're going in.

There is a food supply and lots of computer equipment.

I do not get it. Skeets, take a look.

I have the source of the signal found.

Did you find the survivors? - No survivors. And Ana?

Heard nothing more.

This is not an SOS.

I found some data discs. What the hell were they doing here?

Come back right away. - We are coming.

We are fighting our way back. Take care.

Help me.

Another 25 meters and you are there. - Captain.

It's Muller.

Something happened. I'm at the engine room. Hurry up.

It's horrible. Muller is sitting completely below. In there.

Careful.

It's that alien monster.

How could this happen?

Switch on the aqueduct system.

How many water sources are there here? - The lab, the bathrooms and the kitchen.

What do you mean? - Close them quickly.

It's in our aqueduct system. We must close all entrances.

Push us off. Is everyone there?

What's wrong with you? - What happened here, Francisco?

I drank a glass of water. - From the tap?

Is that not allowed?

Sorry.

Give me your weapon. And Carlo's.

Watch out.

Skeets, hold that mask.

We lost it.

We can't leave him.

To the boat.

I have Skeets.

Take them to the dive room.

Take it easy. Not too much.

Breathe calmly.

Do you have the disc, Mr. Hayes?

The databases. - Robbins and I will analyze them.

I can do it myself faster. - I want to be there.

Lieutenant Crowley tells you about the enclosed spaces.

Come on, Mr. Robbins.

Closed spaces? What does he mean?

The lab, the infirmary and the engine room are forbidden terrain.

Contaminated by the seaweed.

Muller is dead.

And Francisco ...

He is also dying. - What about Ana? We ruined it.

We won't leave without Ana. It's that simple.

When to give the standby oxygen tanks it up?

If we are within two hours we are fine.

Human genes are ...

Mixed with synthetic. New life forms are emerging.

We found no bacteria that turn on the DNA accelerator ...

The rest of the tire has been destroyed. - What is a DNA accelerator?

Conceived to the time for genetic reduce evolution.

But when sharing genes going into the accelerator,

no one knows what is happening. - So it's not just theory.

Mark Mazie, biogenetician, made a prototype for ConTek.

That was Mark's assistant, Tony Garber, on that tape.

They have always worked on this.

They lied to us. They knew this would happen.

It still produces mutants, that cannot reach the surface.

We only know that for sure if we destroy it ourselves.

We go to the surface, hand over those tires,

and let others sort it out. - That's enough, Mr. Kane.

Mr. Robbins, you stay on board.

To work. Hayes, Kane, Crowley, put on the suits.

I still think it's nonsense.

It's almost like twice a week night have the same nightmare.

Take us to the fork, Robbins.

The first exit on the left.

Mind your step. Give us coverage.

Watch out for the holes.

Robbins, is that you? - Negative.

Ana, is that you? - Glad to hear you, Skeets.

Where are you? - A chemical storage chamber.

Robbins, do you hear it? - Yes, coordinates are coming.

Will you hold on for a while, Ana? - Yes, but not until Christmas.

Straight ahead. And at the fork left.

Quick, I already hear Jingle Bells.

I found a tunnel. I'm going in.

I show a fire.

Hurry up.

Robbins, take us to her quickly. - Less than fifty meters to go.

What is that? Wait a second.

There is a huge cave here. With cages for animals or something.

And what is this?

This way.

The Pentagon had here said nothing about it.

What were they doing here? I'm going to examine that machine.

He is huge.

I can't get it loose. He pulls me along.

You should see this. This is the origin.

This is even bigger than Astrodome.

Look here. Embryo bags with a type of fetus.

Don't shoot. - What is that?

A kind of mutant.

Intended for on the surface. - He looks like a human.

I think it's just ugly. What kind of sound is that?

Blow it up. Blow it up.

The accelerator. - And the source of the protoplasm.

We found the mother.

Hold on, Nina. - Backwards.

I don't want to be eaten. Take this.

Shoot.

Get out. - Go ahead.

Shoot the tanks.

Accelerator signal stopped.

Mission accomplished.

Flight unit is starting up.

Come on, Nina.

It collapses here.

Everything fine? - Get out, the place collapses.

Check outputs.

Bad design, Wick.

Hurry up.

You first, Captain.

Get out.

Robbins here.

He heard me.

And I still trusted that bastard.

Holding your breath.

Break the closure so we abort the diving procedure.

Turn it to the left.

He starts diving. To turn.

Open it, damn it.

Autopilot in operation.

In, Nina.

It must be properly closed.

Now let's go find Robbins.

He's not here. - I'll check the monitor.

I look at how much oxygen there is.

I can't find it anywhere.

He has opened all doors. The entire ship is infected.

Not the entire ship. Quiet. Or I will shoot her.

The flight unit is still safe. There is water and food for a week.

That is not a difficult shot. Or would you like to experience it for yourself?

Come along.

Take it easy. Hands up.

Up, Wick.

And now walk slowly.

Too bad that ConTek ruined your designs.

After another accident with a Siren they can't let you walk around.

They knew you blame them.

You close the gap to blow up the Siren 2.

I get the blame, and nobody find out what happened.

I don't turn for that accelerator. Nice thing, all that experimenting.

Poor publicity. Open the door.

You cannot choose. Go inside.

Someone will eventually find the black box of Siren 1.

And then the truth comes to the light.

There was no black box. I used that signal as bait.

Inside now.

Eruption interval stable. Automatic navigation on.

Just a little bit.

He has a lot to deal with.

We have not yet been defeated. I have an idea.

A guess, but I think it works. - I want to take a chance.

Get started then. Nina, just step aside.

Help me, Captain.

I'm looking for the central terminal. The brain.

This is it.

Can the computer system open the door short circuit and open?

No, not on this boat. This design does not allow this.

It must be it.

Warning. Power failure.

Main electric field invalidated.

Robbins?

Do you see this? A micro chip. The only one on this ship.

It has ConTek fixed cost around 39 cents.

A boat of millions, helpless without that cheap micro-chip.

Wait a minute.

Open the lab. - Easy, Wick.

Let's agree something. - We will.

When we're out.

Bastard.

The door, Captain.

It wasn't my fault.

Come on, get out.

Are you OK? - I'll survive.

My god, the chip. - We are going home.

It was just something. - Not bad.

I connect the power and we go. - See you in the control room.

Please help me, Nina.

We take the flight unit. But first close the gap with the ship.

Don't let me choke now.

649.

You put the cassette in on my mark. Three, two, one, now.

Destruction procedure started.

Explosion procedure started. 120 seconds until explosion.

We go.

Hayes, to the flight unit.

We have about 90 seconds left.

What are you doing now? Open up.

That is not possible.

Press the green button if i say so.

We can't do anything.

To press.

50 seconds until explosion.

40 seconds until explosion.

Thirty seconds.

10 seconds until explosion.

Now we can use them well.

Four, three,

two, one.

Translation: Wess Lee