All language subtitles for Octopus - Eng - 25fps - 2000

President Kennedy:
To halt this offensive buildup,

a strict quarantine on all
offensive military equipment

under shipment to Cuba
is being initiated.

All ships of any kind bound for Cuba,
from whatever nation or port,

were they found to contain cargos
of offensive weapons, be turned back.

It shall be the policy of this nation
to regard any nuclear missile

Iaunched from Cuba against any
nation in the western hemisphere

as an attack by the Soviet U nion
on the U nited States.

I have directed the Armed Forces
to prepare for any eventualities.

( gunshot )

Man: Let me guess,
you're sending us more files.

Man: 20 from Germany,
1 0 more from Sudan.

Henry,
we're on the front line.

We don't have time
to browse through files.

Front line?!

Berlin '54 was front line.

Eyeball to eyeball
with Joe Stalin.

Didn't Stalin die in '53?

Oh, hell! '54, '53, '52,
what the hell?

( laughs )

Henry, come on.

Not everybody can be out there
saving the free world.

Frankly, I'm better at
Euro-Soviet economic relations

than I am at smuggling
microfilm. So what?

I say you play with
the cards you're dealt.

Wait!
Oh, my God!

Roy, look right over there,
quick!

What?

Henry: Damn, I wish
I was 20 years younger.

( wolf whistle )

She reminds me of
a chick I used to know.

Roy: Don't tell me! Berlin,
'53? '52?

Henry: Yeah, yeah.

U h-oh!
Here comes the CIA!

- Going on a girlie hunt?
- That's very funny.

- Hi, Roy.
- Hi, Maggie.

How's my girlfriend?

Bored. I need some excitement
in my life.

Are you going to
arrest me?

Maggie, please!
Oh, no!

Nah.

But I tell you
what I am gonna do.

I'm gonna go to the store. . .

and buy you your favorite chocolate.
What do you say?

You do it!

She got me again.
We'll be right back.

( grunting )

Excuse me, handsome.

She definitely
preferred you, Henry.

No, she had that
"Who's your friend?" Iook.

- It must be the shirt.
- What's wrong with it?

It's pink.

( laughing )

Come on, you can buy me
a cup of coffee.

Pastries, pastries. . .

My freshly baked. . .

Very, very, fresh. . .

U h, very, very, very--
no?

Pastries. . .

Oh, what a beautiful
little girl!

Beautiful!

Look what I have!
Look, look what I have!

- Thank you.
- A gift for you.

Good girl, good girl.

The sweet little girl.

( Bulgarian band playing )

Excuse me. . .

- There goes your girlfriend.
- You're just jealous.

I could be too.

Hey, Henry, you ever think what
it must be like to be that old?

Careful!

There's life
in the old dog yet.

Where's that bag
she was carrying?

- It's not the same. . .
- Mommy. . .

- Mommy. . .
- Maggie, please!

( chuckling )

Mommy. . .

Mommy, look, please.

Mommy. . .

Roy: Oh, my God!
Maggie!

Stay close!
Don't do anything stupid,

- just do as I say.
- Okay.

Man: Gun!
He's got a gun!

He's got a gun!

- Check over there.
- Sorry!

There!
There she is!

Stop the car!

Henry, wait!

Taxi!

Oh, my God!
Henry! !

Shit!

Step away from the car!

I said--
step away from the car.

Now!

You're under arrest.

I mean it.
I swear, I'll shoot.

Man:
I think not.

Not in this lifetime,
my friend.

Henry. . .

Henry!

Hey. . .

- Berlin, '52. . .
- '53. . .

'54. . .

Roy: No. . .

No!

You son of a bitch.

Come on.

Let's go.

Man: We got him, sir.
We got the bomber.

It's Casper, sir.
This is the ninth embassy

he's bombed in two years.

He's got a lot of blood
on his hands.

- I want him out of there, immediately.
- It's taken care of, sir.

I've contacted the closest extraction
team. They can be there in six hours.

They'll chopper him to Stuttgart,
and jet him out of there.

It's too risky.

We're dealing with the world's
leading terrorist.

His people are already looking
for him.

Well,
there is another way, sir.

The navy's got a sub in the area.
Some sort of maneuvers.

Jack Shaw is the captain, sir.

Shaw?

Didn't we send him there to keep
him away from any real assignments

- until his time was served?
- Yes, sir. That's been the condition

of his continuation since
he grounded his last submarine.

Is there any good news?

Not really, sir.

There was only one survivor.
A young agent named Turner.

He's an analyst, really--
political trends,

- economic assessments--
- You mean "The coffee boy."

Turner's got no legitimate
field experience,

but if you wanna move now,
he's all we've got.

Get a hold of Turner.
Make him feel good.

Tell him he's gonna add
a new chapter to his resume.

Give him the usual bull
about honoring the country.

You tell Shaw
that if he messes this up,

I will personally
bury him at sea. . . alive.

Ah-choo!

Bless you.

( yawns )

Bumpy ride?

( laughs )

- You Turner?
- Yeah.

Captain Jack Shaw,
S.S. N . Roosevelt.

I guess that makes me
the new babysitter.

Excuse me?

It's not every day I get a call
from the "Admiral-in-Chief"

telling me that
I've been loaned out.

You got lucky and knocked one
out of the park, Special Agent.

Yeah, something
like that, thanks.

And it's not Special Agent,
just "Agent" will do.

I'll try to keep that
in mind.

- Take him out.
- Yes, sir.

I've got the number
one hand.

Okay, everybody,
listen to me.

I'll make a deal with you,
Mr. Brickman.

If you win,
I take off everything.

Totally naked.

Oh, yeah?

Let's roll with it.

But, if you lose. . .

you 1 00% naked black man.

Slap on it.

- Yeah. We have a deal?
- No backtracking now.

There's no going back.

Show me what you got.
Show me what you got, come on.

Aaah, yeah!

Stop your grinnin'
and drop your linen! Bam!

Oh, no!

Ow!

Oh, God, ouch!

Hello!
It's titty time, big time.

Oh, you got me,
you got me, oh!

Mr. Brickman--
royal flush!

( hooting and hollering )

N-no!

Come on! Come on!
Come on, now!

- Don't be shy.
- No, no!

You cheated,
you cheated.

Mr. Brickman, if you cannot do,
I can do for you.

It's okay.

No, no, no.

- Please, take off those shorts.
- She cheated.

Come on, y'all,
she cheated.

( laughs )

Come on!
I wanna see something!

All right, all right!

All right.
I don't wanna hurt nobody.

Captain on deck!

A-hem. . .

At ease.

As you've been informed,
we have a visitor on board.

Actually two--

Special Agent Turner here
is from the CIA.

His travelling companion has made
enough of a name for himself

to warrant a free ride
home with us.

Special Agent Turner here
is a regular. . .

"James Bond"
in the flesh.

Oh. . .

- J ust Agent Turner is fine.
- It's nice to meet you. . .

Agent Turner.

Dr. Finch is another
of our special guests.

She's on loan from
the Oceanographic I nstitute

while we run an analysis
of the fascinating changes

of the ocean undercurrents
and the marine life in the area.

- She's a specialist.
- That I am.

Is that the area?

Oh, yeah.

Affectionately known as
"The Devil's Eye."

27 ships have gone down there
over the past few years,

all unexplained,
hence the old sailor's myth

about a giant serpent
that attacks any ship

that dares to enter
that particular area.

Makes the Bermuda Triangle
look like a duck pond.

Thank you, Dr. Finch.
As usual, you. . .

you've been
most informative.

But now
I have the problem. . .

of finding
Special Agent Turner a spare bunk.

Oh, really?

'Cause I have a spare bunk.

I'm sure the Special Agent

would prefer to sleep
in the crew's quarters.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Would you rather. . .?

No, no. That's. . .

that's fine, actually.

Well, then.

That settles that,

doesn't it?

Excuse me,
I just have to. . .

get my panties.

- Mr. Brickman. . .
- Sir!

You're a lousy card player.

Pants up--
take us down.

Sir.

- Dolphin depth!
- Yes, sir.

You know,
I was a hero once.

I actually captured a whole boatload
of lraqis in the Gulf action.

'Course I had to turn them
right back over.

That still pisses me off,

but it's another story
I won't get into.

You hear about the other dude
they're bringing on board?

He's like a terrorist
or something.

Terrorist!
I'll tell you what,

if Mr. Special Agent Greenhorn
thinks he can handle that guy,

- and the Captain. . .
- He has no idea.

No, he has no idea!

I'll give him a deal
on some Florida swamplands,

and he can build
skyscrapers on them.

Really? How much?

( sonar echoes )

Can I have
some water, please?

Look, there's no need
for all this animosity.

We have a bond.

I mean,
you did save my life.

I owe you, Roy.

I would have died in that car,
but you pulled me out.

Not many people would
have cared the way you did.

It was so brave of you.

I'm beginning to think
it was a mistake.

There are no mistakes, Roy.

Life presents situations,
we react to them,

which is how we're measured.

The key, I find, is to stay focused
on what you really want.

That way, you will always
react accordingly

and have no regrets.

You think
I'm gonna have regrets?

Of course, Roy. One of us has to--
and it can't be me.

It can't be Henry. . .

anymore.

You're late.

A woman's prerogative.

That's him.

Agent Roy Turner.
He has Casper.

These were pulled from
a Russian satellite six hours ago.

They're both on board.

They're transporting him back
to the U nited States via submarine.

Our contacts are acquiring
their coordinates

and travel route
as we speak.

Woman: I'll organize
the escape.

Man: J ust make sure you're ready
when Casper makes contact.

At this moment, our people
are infiltrating a cruise liner.

It's due to embark shortly.

Their identities
are unknown.

They will be disguised as
passengers or crew members.

They will not reveal themselves
until the last possible moment.

Sorry.

Once Casper is retrieved,

their orders are
to blow up the cruise liner

and eliminate all witnesses.

They are prepared to give up
their own lives, if necessary.

When everybody is
in position,

they will log into the ship's
main computer system,

and at the moment of contact,
alter its course. . .

to intercept
with the Roosevelt.

The cruise captain has been ordered
to follow all instructions.

Captain, telephone.

Woman: How can you be sure
he'll comply?

This is the captain speaking.

Remember. We're watching
every move you make.

One mistake, and they die.

Man: We have his family.
He will do anything we want.

- Whew. . .
- A-hem. . .

Oh-- Agent Turner!

- Burning the midnight oil again?
- Yeah, I guess.

The last week has been so crazy,
I don't know what day. . .

Let me. Ouch!

Thanks.

You haven't said much
for the last few days.

What's your story, Turner?

Are you really some kind
of super spy?

U h, no, no.
That's just Shaw talking.

I'm trained as
an analyst.

This is my first bit
of field duty.

Kinda came as a surprise
all around.

But you did always
want to be an agent, right?

Yeah, actually--

although,
I did have a backup plan.

I kinda thought I'd be
a college professor,

teach Political Theory. . .

write a couple of books.

I don't know,
call me a cliche,

I thought it might be
a nice way to see the world.

Oh, really?

So what's the deal
with you and Shaw?

You guys are like an item,
or something?

Oh, please!

Jack Shaw is a petty,
self involved,

crazy shell of a man.

Did he tell you about capturing
the boatload of lraqis yet?

Yeah, he mentioned
something about it.

Like he said,
he did capture

the entire patrol boat, but
the part he tends to leave out--

is that he ran a U .S. nuclear sub
aground to pull it off.

Hmm! Well, I've--

I've done some
pretty crazy things myself.

Actually right before this,

I apprehended these
two really notorious. . .

I could have died or something.

It's all yours.

Yeah, you know,
with Shaw,

it's always an adventure.

( loud banging )

( alarms beeping )

( alarms sounding )

That wasn't good.

Excuse me.

Rudder failure, Cap.

Upper and lower.
I think something hit us.

There's nothing on the screens.

What's going on?
What's the problem?

Oh! Our resident VIPs!
I hope we didn't interrupt anything.

Why are we stopped?

We're experiencing what you
might call technical difficulties.

Don't worry, go back to sleep.
Do whatever you were doing.

I dispatched a dive team.
They're checking out the damage.

Mr. Brickman, give me
the visuals on the divers ASAP.

Aye, aye, sir.

I wanna see what's going on
out there.

( breathing rapidly )

( bones cracking )

( snapping )

Brickman: Lucas, Lopez,
how you guys doin' out there?

Let me know
when you're in position.

Hey, Brickman, I've only got
one set of lungs.

I'm moving as fast as I can.
This visibility is bad.

Okay, Mr. Taylor,
let's see what we got.

Okay, got you.
We've got visuals.

Brickman: Hey, you guys
look fat on camera.

Yeah, man.
J ust like your last girlfriend.

Brickman: lf we can get
her flaps closed

I might be able to sweet talk her
into some action.

- She likes it when I talk dirty.
- Ooh, you're getting me all excited.

Lucas, see if you can
close up the flap.

Lopez, check out
the lower rudders.

Mr. Brickman is going to humor us
with his latest pickup moves.

Captain, we're gonna need
all the sweet talking he's got.

It looks like
something big hit us.

Okay, Lucas,
you heard the captain.

See if you can stitch
her up. I'll be back.

Okay, Brickman,
don't get jealous.

I'm about to warm up
your girlfriend.

This is Lopez, Cap.
I'm approaching the rudder.

Looks like something ripped
into us with a giant can opener.

( screeching )

Captain. . .

there's something strange
going on out here.

Still think
I should go back to sleep?

Lopez, man, I'm getting
a chill down my spine.

Something just
don't feel right.

Are you okay?

Lopez: Yeah, I'm okay.

Wait, l-- I--
I see something moving.

Captain. . .

Captain,
we're losing visuals on Lopez.

This is not good.
This is really not good.

Fix it. I wanna know what
the hell's going on.

Brickman: Jackson,
check that feed line. Now.

Captain,
this don't look good.

Shaw: What the hell
is going on out there?

There's something wrong,
something very wrong.

Brickman: Damn!

Lucas, Lopez, get out of there now.
Can you hear me?

Get out of there!

Sir, all communications
are dead.

External microphones, now.

External microphones,
aye, aye, sir.

( screaming )

Give me a ping tone radius.

( screaming continues )

- They're gone, sir.
- What do you mean, "gone"?

I mean, they're gone.
They disappeared off the screen.

- They're gone.
- I need a reading now.

Ping away.

Okay, okay, we got something. . .
moving off the port side.

Shaw: Salvanto, identify.

Identifying. . .

( chirping sound )

It--
it's nothing, sir.

Nothing?

- W-what does that mean?
- There's no signature match.

We've never had a sonar reading
like this before.

Whatever it is, though,

is sitting off the port side
about 200 meters.

And it's not moving.

Mr. Brickman, is there any chance
that we can turn around to face it?

Negative.

Not on these rudders.

What are we gonna do, sir?

Sir, we can't just
leave them out there.

Sir. . .?

Mr. Brickman. . .

take us down.
Go silent.

You heard the man.

Full power.

Let's hope these rudders
hold up.

Excuse me, Captain.
I hate to point this out,

but now might be a good time
to call for help.

I'm aware of our situation,

and while I appreciate your
concern. . .

it's best if you took care of
your business

while I take care of mine.

Look, Shaw, I know your game.
I know all about you.

Oh, really?

We're obviously in trouble.
Now is not the time to try to be a hero.

Hero?

What the hell do you think
you know about that?

I ntercom: Agent Turner,
report to the brig.

Agent Turner,
report to the brig.

Yeah,
I'll be right there.

Hey, Brickman,
is there any way. . .

I can get a copy
of those tapes from the divers?

Why don't you talk
to the Captain?

No, listen,
I think I can help here.

Hey, lady,
in case you haven't noticed,

we just lost a couple
of good men out there.

And if you haven't noticed,
you need all the help you can get,

so tell me how to get
copies of those tapes.

If you want them, it's all digital.
Log on to the ship's mainframe. . .

- What are you doing?
- Excuse me! I . . .

Taylor!

Enough.

Great.

- Brickman, I just. . .
- Not now!

Hold on!
It's gonna be okay.

What the hell's going on?

I don't know.
I found him this way.

He's going into shock.

- He's choking.
- Be very careful with him.

Augh!

U h-oh!

Looks like we're in trouble
again, Roy.

Wait a minute.
What the hell was that?

Okay, wait.
Back up.

Oh, God. . .

Roger that.

Mr. Brickman, engines full up
300 meters.

Aye, aye, sir.

There's a mountain range
about seven kilometers ahead.

If I can get us
moving in a straight line,

we can run for the hills
and see if this thing follows.

Dropping remote detonation
mines as we go?

What do you think?

With these canyons,
I'd say you're crazy,

but what else is new?

Good.
Let's rock.

You're the captain.

By the way,

do we know exactly what it is
that's gonna be following us?

I have no idea.

But to get
a tiger by the tail. . .

Salvanto!

We're going
into unknown territory.

Let's hope this thing
takes the bait.

And-- write a letter
to your mama.

If you want him to live,

just take the keys
and unlock me.

Don't do it, sir.
I'm ready to die.

Okay,
nobody needs to die.

Check this out, sir.
I still see it-- there.

Mr. Brickman. . .

Depth.
300 meters, Captain.

- 20 knots and climbing.
- 20 knots, confirmed.

What about a little loop-the-loop?
Confuse the mother.

It's moving into position.

Come on, come on.

We got it.
There. Right there.

- Mr. Brickman, ready the mines.
- Aye, aye, sir.

Captain,
you are not gonna believe this.

I enhanced the videotape
from Lopez and Lucas,

and as far as I can tell,

we're dealing with some kind
of giant sea creature.

Good.
That makes my plan a lot easier.

What plan?

We're gonna
blow it out of the water.

This thing is getting better
by the minute.

Thatta boy.

I see there's hope
for you yet.

- Sir, 200 meters and closing.
- Primed and ready.

And. . . deploy.

- 1 75 meters.
- Mines away!

- 1 25 and closing.
- Detonate.

- Come on. . .
- Finch: Did we get it?

Yes! We've got it, sir.
It's disappeared off the sonar.

Yes!

You are our man.
You're a very bad man!

I'm a bad man.
I'm a bad man.

I shook up the world!

Mr. Brickman,
maintain closing speed.

See how far those rudders
will take us.

What did I tell you?
Tiger by the tail. . .

Come on, Roy,
you know it makes sense.

Good boy.

You've done well.

Come on, let him go.
They'll get you for this.

You will burn.

Like I said,
not in this lifetime.

Aargh!

- Wait-- whoa, whoa! Sir. . .
- Captain. . .

- you're not gonna believe this.
- It's still there.

Oh, my God!
What does it want?

- I ncrease speed, Mr. Brickman.
- Yes, sir.

Sir,
it's gaining on us.

Speed 46 knots,
impact in 60 seconds.

Taylor,
deploy all the mines. Now.

What the hell is that?

Oh, my God, it's heading
straight for us.

Sir. . .

impact in 20 seconds.

1 9. . .

1 8. . .

Mr. Brickman,
brace yourself.

Everybody,
maintain your position.

This is your captain speaking.
This is an emergency.

Lock down all main valves. . .

Seal it, seal it!

Oh, Jesus.

9. . .

8. . .

7. . .

6. . .

- 3, 2. . .
- Everybody, hang on!

1 , sir!

- Sir, we've lost control!
- Maintain your stations!

Taylor, give me a reading!

It's got a grip on us, sir.
It won't let go!

Engines full!

We're being pulled down!
We've got minimal control!

What is our depth?

- Get me off this sub!
- Get a grip on yourself!

How far are we
from the mountain range?

Sir, we're right on top of it.
We can't avoid it.

Full engines! Mr. Brickman,
nose up, on my order!

- Captain!
- Engine full! Nose up!

I can't control it.
We're gonna hit.

750 meters!

Get me off!

( screaming )

We're on fire, sir!

( alarm blaring )

Shaw: Everybody okay?

- You're okay?
- Yeah.

Mr. Brickman,
take a look at this.

Captain!

800 meters.

Mayday! Mayday!
This is the S.S. N . Roosevelt.

We are down.
I repeat, we are down.

Captain. . .

We're at crush depth.
She's not gonna hold.

Salvanto, go check out
the damage in the engine room.

Aye, sir.

You know how to pray, Mr. Brickman?
Now is the time.

( uptempo music playing )

( dance music )

Hello!
ls anybody there?

You fool!
You left the door open.

Room service.

What a mess! I hope
these people are good tippers.

What is this?

It's your tip.

Ugh!

( creaking )

So get this--
based on its size and speed,

there is no scientific explanation
for the thing that hit us.

But we know it's out there
and that it's not too friendly.

You're making
an assumption, Captain.

It lives here. You drove a nuclear
sub through its living room.

If I get the opportunity,
I'll blow it to bits

and then you can open your own
sushi restaurant.

What if someone walked
into your home

and pissed
on your carpet?

Forgive me for being upset,
but if you haven't noticed,

we're stuck at a depth
that, well. . .

few men get the opportunity
to experience unless. . .

they're about to die.

I just lost two men today,
two very good men. . .

What?

Did the noise wake you?

We were attacked by an underwater
creature of some kind.

I'm still trying
to figure. . .

When you're finished
with your briefing,

- I'll be down in the engine--
- I don't need this right now.

It's about time
we stopped playing games

with the rookie agent, okay?

Casper's gone, and you've got
a dead sailor on your hands.

- What do you mean?
- He's escaped, he's gone!

No!

That was your responsibility.
It was your prisoner!

You better be lying!

I hate to bear bad news,
but I'm out of my element.

I'm not a field agent,
I'm certainly not an escort.

I didn't even ask
for this assignment,

so I apologize if things
aren't going quite as planned.

I'm assuming the same
can be said about yourself.

And would you please stop
calling me "Special Agent"?

Agent Turner. . .

you've just been presented
with an opportunity.

Do you want to go hide in
the closet or do something about it?

It's okay.
It's okay to be afraid.

Look, I know exactly what
you're going through right now.

You wanna be
just like me, don't you?

H uh?

A man who takes action. . .

Oh, my God!
You know what I think?

I think
you're enjoying this.

Actually. . .

I'm scared shitless. . .

but I find that to be a healthy
experience every now and again.

So, "Special Agent,"
if you feel up to it,

Iet's go find your prisoner.

Okay. . .

( loud clang )

Oh, God!

Great. I'm soaked.

Oh! Oh!

Ooh!
I like that in a woman.

Excuse me. . .

Why does this always happen
when I try to make friends, huh?

( screams )

Now if you're a good girl
and do exactly as I say,

I might be inclined
to let you live.

Okay, you know what?
Let's discuss that scenario, okay?

Mmm, good, good.

Very well.

There are several positioning
buoys on this ship,

all of them controlled
from this station.

I want you to change frequency
and signal in one of them,

and launch it.

Do you think it's
something you can do for me?

Buddy, I'll teach
you to sing "Happy Birthday"

if that's what you want,
okay?

Taylor: Crushed. . .

Iike a crab. . .

J ust like a crab. . .

( sputtering )

Crushed. . .

Iike a crab.

Come on, man. . .

Don't do this to me, man.

Come on!

Come on, Taylor. . .
Taylor. . .

- Taylor!
- I left the lights on at home!

Come on, Taylor.
Don't do this to me!

- I need you, we need you!
- I left the lights on at home!

We're gonna make it. She's holding.
She's holding, baby.

She's holding, man.
Come on, Taylor.

She's holding, baby.
J ust stick with me.

Do your job,
it's all you gotta do.

J ust do your job, man.
That's all you gotta do.

Come on, man.
We gonna make it.

She's holding.
We're gonna make it.

We gonna make it, man,
just do your job.

What you see?
Tell me what you see.

Concentrate on what you do,
what you see.

That's all you gotta do.

She logged on to
the mainframe. . .

and she's setting up
a positioning buoy.

Rudy, give me the captain.
Brickman.

Give me the captain.

Look, I don't care. . .
Give me the goddamned captain!

Get him now!
I want him now!

Finch: When the buoy
hits the surface,

it will send out our coordinates
and your code, and your frequency.

What's going on?
What's going on?

Shaw: I n here.

Roy: Hold it.

Don't move.

Casper: Guys,
welcome to the party.

We're just getting to know
each other.

- Hey, guys.
- Hey, pal.

You've got two pistolas
aiming at your head.

Sure you want
to joke around?

From what I gather,
we're all in a jam.

Okay, that's it.

Okay, let's try it again.

You're coming with me. . .

and you're gonna keep
your mouth shut while doing it.

Do I make myself clear?

Okay,
take it easy, Captain.

Take it easy,
Captain, I'm--

I'm difficult, not--

not foolish.

Oops.
Did I do that?

( screaming )

Stay cool!
Stay cool, it's all right!

Get back
to your station, soldier!

We gotta
get out of here now!

- Stay cool!
- We have to go. Gotta go now!

Get back here!
Get back! Don't you leave!

What are you doing, man?
Get back to your station!

There is no more station, man.
There is no more order.

That's the fuckin' order!

Let's get him out of here.
Move!

Easy, Captain!
As I said, I'm not foolish.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

You coward!

Every single one of you,
cowards!

Come on, that's all you got?
Come on!

Come on!

Gimme some more!
That's all you got?!

( screaming )

Let me through.

Oh, my God!

- They're trapped.
- Do something. Come on.

I can't get it open!

- Oh, God!
- They're gonna die in there!

H urry, go.
Get out of here.

What are you talking about?

If I open this door, we're in trouble.
This section will flood.

Casper: Listen to him, Roy.

We're already in trouble.
I'm not going anywhere.

I'm not going anywhere
without you two.

Great! Two more heroes
cramping my style!

- I'll go.
- Stay right there!

( screaming )

- Oh, my God!
- What are we gonna do?

I see.

Go!
Get out of here!

Go!
Come on!

Finch: You creep!

Look out!

We're gonna drown!

Wait! The emergency hatch,
come on!

( shuddering )

Got to get out. . .
got to get out. . .

Come on! Come on!

We don't have much time!
Come on! Quickly!

It's open!
Come on, come on!

Let me help!

Let's go, you first.
Here you go.

Take your hand
off my ass, Shaw!

- It's okay, I got you.
- Okay, come on.

You got it?

No!

Shaw!

Help me!

Oh, my God!
Give me your hand!

You got a gun, shoot it!

Get out of the way, Lisa!
I can't see!

I can't get a clear shot!

Shaw: Shoot it, shoot it!

- Shoot it!
- Come on!

Oh, for Christ's sake,
give me the gun!

Finch: Keep still, Shaw.

It's fishy time!

Sheesh! Whoa!

( sobbing )

( gunshot )

( buoy beeping )

( radar beeping )

Man: Casper's made contact.

Approximately 20 kilometers
south by south east.

Woman: Activate
the navigational override.

We need to turn the ship
around.

We don't have much time.

I'll inform the rescue helicopter.
We have a heading.

Man: What's happening?

Captain, we've changed course.

I know.

Don't be concerned.
I have orders to set a new course.

Captain. . .

Thank you.

Woman: White Bird, this is
Chameleon. We've made contact.

We have a lockdown.
I repeat, we have a lockdown.

Man: White Bird to Chameleon.
Hear you loud and clear.

Setting course for pickup.

Jesus!

What happened?
Where's everyone?

They're all gone.

They panicked.

I told them.
I said, "Stay cool."

I ordered them to maintain stations,
but they wouldn't listen.

C Section is breached.

They're all dead, Captain.

They ought to be.

I took a reading
from the computer.

Reactor appears
to be unstable.

We're hanging on
by a thread, Captain.

One more hit,
I'm telling you, one more and. . .

free fall.

Shaw: What's the status
on the engine?

Salvanto's still. . .
he's still working on that.

Check this out.

I was able to launch
a remote camera.

Been cruisin' around
outside the sub.

There's at least five,
six ships down here.

I mean, different countries,
different time periods.

It's like it's some kind
of international graveyard.

Devil's Eye.

Wait a second.
Go back, take it back.

Oh, my God.
The Leningrad!

Finch: You know it?

Roy: Yeah, it's infamous.
I actually thought it was a myth.

During the Cuban Missile Crisis,
an American submarine. . .

claimed to have torpedoed a Russian
sub called "The Leningrad."

Except no wreck was found,
and the Russians. . .

completely
denied its existence.

Brickman:
I also found these close by.

They must have spilled out
when the sub broke up.

Finch: What's with
the skull and crossbones?

That's what they were
shipping to Castro.

Can we get a water sample
from inside there?

You name it,
I'll take it.

Engine room,
this is the Captain. Over.

( static )

Salvanto!
Can you hear me?

Well, I'll tell you what.
We better do something quick.

This thing's
gonna take us down.

Yeah, the question is,
which one?

Okay.

I'm gonna check the engines.

Turner,
I need you to watch my back.

Brickman,
pull the water samples.

Dr. Finch, do an analysis
and see if you can find out

exactly what
we're dealing with here.

Shaw:
Salvanto, where are you?

It's Salvanto.

I'm gonna need some time
to start her up.

Okay.

All right, if I'm not back
in five minutes,

you lock this door,
and you get the hell out of here.

I hope they're okay.

Oh, God.

How you doin', Brickman, huh?
You okay?

You serious?
Locked in a room with you?

What more can a man ask for?

To live?

Oh, my God!

No!

Come on, Casper!
Come on!

What do you got?

Come on, Roy,
is that the best you can do?

Let's go.

That's the spirit.
Fight, Roy, fight!

I think that's it, Roy.
We're all square.

Last time, I let you live,
but not now.

Don't move!

That's good.

It's very good, Roy.

There's a good chance
we're not getting out of here alive,

so why don't you give me one reason
why I don't kill you right now?

Shaw:
'Cause. . .

you got a job to do.

The engines are dead.

Brickman was right,
the reactor is unstable.

We've got 25 minutes before
the Roosevelt explodes.

Hey, come on,
let's get him out of here.

Welcome home, guys.
Rough day at the office?

Oh, you know, copier jammed,
killer sea monsters, the usual.

Oh, I wish!

This thing is a third
or fourth cycle mutation

of what was once
probably an octopus.

Listen, I broke down the water sample
from inside the Russian sub.

It contains a crude pathogen form
called tricophazine microtoxin.

Okay? Fancy name
for the anthrax virus.

- Biological warfare.
- U h-huh.

This stuff is a synthetic hybrid.
Very powerful.

That explains the entire cover up.

If Kennedy had known,
he would have launched.

The bacteria must have affected
this thing's ancestors

and the mutation has compounded
over each generation.

Well, that explains
the incredible good looks

and good nature
of our little friend.

( laughing )

And as far as I can tell,

this thing also suffers
from an extreme iron deficiency. . .

Hence the overaggressive
behavior.

Now, it's not just a mutant,
but it's anemic?

Yeah, considering its size,
are you kidding?

This thing's craving for meat
would scare a cow out of its skin.

White meat or dark meat?

Okay!
lf this creature needs meat,

then that means there's a way
we can bait it, right?

So what?
You suggest we draw straws?

No, not quite. I'm saying
that there may be enough time. . .

to buy ourselves time and get out
of here with that submersible.

I have an idea.
We should get some T-bones. .

No, no, wait a minute.
Roy is on to something here, okay?

- Protelife.
- What the hell is that?

It's a high potency mix
of amino acids

and minerals, specifically iron.

I use it to feed
dolphins and whales.

Mm-hmm! Flipper food.

- See, now you're losing me.
- Okay, listen,

it is the protein that
this thing is after, not us.

It can suck on a bottle
of this for hours.

That's it. We put a little of this
in one of the compartments,

Iead the creature to it,
and we let it feed.

Bingo!

Listen, I hate to bring this up,
but we have. . . what?

1 8 minutes before this sub
turns into a microwave.

- Not a problem on my part.
- But it's one on mine.

Why are we sitting here talking?
Let's do something.

Well, Captain, you've been
presented with an opportunity.

Wanna go hide in a closet
or get something done?

Please warn Special Agent Turner
that he's about to put himself

- in very serious physical danger.
- Aw, did I hurt your feelings?

- You want Doctor Feelgood here. . .
- Turner, don't --

- Oh yeah?
- Break it up, all right?

The testosterone level.
Jesus, I'm drowning in it.

Move it, Casper.
Don't even think about it.

- What do we got?
- Six minutes.

Okay, everyone, shake it up,
pour it everywhere.

You want it, you got it.

Come on, baby!
Dinner time.

You hear it?

- The external mikes are still on.
- Sounds like somebody's hungry.

She smells it.
J ust a little longer.

Come on!

It's coming!
I hope this works!

This has got to work.

Payback's a mother.

All right, listen up.

There may be air pockets down there,
but we have to believe it is flooded.

The submersible
is our only way out.

What if this thing's
already down there?

That's what
I'm about to find out.

Okay, if I'm not back
in 30 seconds,

you have to assume it's all clear,
and come on through.

- Everybody understand?
- 30 seconds?

See you on the other side.

You gotta say it that way?

- Okay, okay, let's get ready.
- Hey! I can't swim with these on.

"I can't, I can't."
What the happened to you, Casper?

Ever since I kicked your ass,
you've become such a wimp.

20. . .

21 . . .

- 22, 23. . .
- We gotta get outta here.

25. . .

26. . .

27. . . 28. . .

Let's go.
That's it.

- Okay, let's go.
- Think he's gonna make it?

29. . .

It's time to go.
He must have made it.

. . .30.

Come on!

For Christ's sake!

Whoa. . . !

Brickman-- one word,

one little word-- okay?

Brickman, come on!

Come on, baby.

Come to Papa.

Turner, where are you?

Come on, Casper.
Swim, swim!

We gotta get out of here.
Let's go.

I can't make it.

Let go.
I'm prepared to die.

Come on, you guys!
Swim!

( screaming )

Lisa!

Hold on! Hold on!

No, don't go!

Get out of here!

Brickman, come on!

Brickman!

Lisa, get out of there!

Come on.

It's a nice outfit,
but you think we have time?

Shaw, not now.

- Be careful, damn you.
- Come on, Casper.

Come on, get up.
Move it.

Where's Brickman?

He didn't make it.

All right.

All right,
we gotta get moving.

Come on.
The reactor is gonna blow.

Okay.

Everybody,
get your goodbyes in.

Let's get out of here.
We've got three minutes.

Let's start her up.

Okay.

- Hey, Turner, bring any lemons?
- Why?

'Cause I think we're about
to nuke ourselves some calamari.

Come on, come on.
Don't fail me now.

It's right on top of us!

Come on!
We've got 20 seconds.

- Come on!
- What's the matter?

- Oh, it won't disengage.
- What do you mean?

Look, we can't go outside
and push it.

- One more hit and we're lunch.
- Do something!

Come on, baby.
You can do it.

Okay, here we go.
Hold on to your boxers, boys.

One last time for Mama, baby.
Come on.

Three, two, one!

Come on!

Come on, baby.
Come on!

Oh, yes!

Going up!

Whoa!

Hang on, everyone!

Gentlemen,
I think we did it.

- Doctor, I could kiss you.
- I n your dreams, Shaw.

You're the one wearing
the wet T-shirt.

Could you stop quarreling,
and tell me what the hell that is?

Tell me I'm dreaming.

Well, that, Special Agent Turner,
looks to be our ride home.

- Thank you.
- Really?

- Okay, take her up.
- With pleasure.

Let's get the hell
out of here.

Hey, down here.

This way. Captain. . .

Captain? Jack Shaw, Captain.
S.S. N . Roosevelt.

- Move it, Casper.
- Boy, are we glad to see you!

Welcome aboard.

- Stay where you are.
- Don't make a sound!

Don't move!

Casper:
Ha, ha, ha!

It's good to have
you here, kids!

I wasn't sure
you would make it.

You gotta be kidding me.

Roy. . .

It seems that my ship
has finally come in.

It's just a little bigger
than I expected.

Let's escort our guests
down to the engine room.

- I'm going nowhere.
- Leave him alone!

- Oh-hh!
- Leave her!

Thank you.

White Bird to Chameleon,
estimated pickup in 1 2 minutes.

"Life is but a walking shadow.

Poor player, that frets and struts
his hour upon the stage

and then is heard no more.

It is a tale told by an idiot,
full of sound and fury,

signifying. . . nothing."

Captain, there's something
on the radar.

What is it?
What is it?

Whatever it is,
it's big. . .

and it's moving in our direction.

Oh, my God!
It's coming closer.

Casper:
Ah, Felix.

J ust in time.

What are you looking at,
Shorty?

Whoa. . .

Ugh!

Room service. . .

Lovely. . .
That's on me, guys.

The helicopter's due
in a few minutes.

Set the timer at 1 4 minutes.

Mustn't miss the fireworks.

Captain,
it's coming closer.

It's coming closer!

It's heading straight for us!

- What is it?
- It's gonna hit!

Oh, my God!

Don't move! Don't!

Keep your hands up!
Still! Still!

No!

Let me guess. . .

Big. . .

slimy. . .

about eight arms.

Don't you just love him?

Out of the way!
Out of the way. Move!

Oskar, kill them.

- I'll be on the deck.
- My pleasure.

Felix!

Time to die!

You first!

Oskar?

Turner:
Oh, that's not good.

- Thank you.
- Any time.

Hmmm-- aaargh!

I think it's broken.

Take it easy.

This should help.

- You're so good to me.
- I know.

Hey guys?
We gotta get out of here.

What about Casper?

What about the bomb?
We got about six minutes.

You go get Casper.

I'll dismantle the bomb.

Turner: Great.

Disarm the bomb?
I'm with him.

Yeah, I thought so.

Get out of the way!
Out of the way!

Come on!
Come on!

Casper!

Get down!

Now!

Roy.
"Parting is such sweet sorrow."

I mean it.
Look, it's over.

This time I'll shoot!

Roy, look out!

Room service!

Don't make me do this!

No, not again, Roy.
This is disappointing.

What a boring way to end this
after all we've been through.

You, with a gun in your hand
which you can't fire.

- And me, riding off into the sunset.
- Come on, Turner.

Bon voyage, Roy.

Oh, come on!
Shoot him!

Not in cold blood.
I can't.

I win, Roy!

I win!

God!

Not in this lifetime--

"old chap"!

The bomb!
Come on, come on!

- Hey, how'd you do?
- How did you do?

Well, as the expression goes,

- he's. . . dead.
- You took him out?

Didn't have to.
Seems even our friend. . .

knows a bad guy
when he sees one.

I couldn't shut it off.
We can dump it over the side,

to save the ship at least.

If there's anything else to save.
The creature's ripped it half apart,

it's coming back for more.

All right, why don't we shove it
down the damn thing's throat?

- Shaw, this is serious!
- He's got a point.

What have we got to lose?

If we get one more chance
to blow this thing up--

The submersible!
Look, just get me to it,

- I'll handle it from there.
- No way, Shaw.

Turner. . . !

Look-- don't you take this
away from me.

All right.

You got three minutes,
50 seconds.

Here, my bronze star--
for luck.

Special Agent Turner.

You know, I've heard about
the kind of luck you have, Shaw,

but, uh. . . thanks,

I know this means a lot to you.

Guys, come on.
You're getting me all teary eyed here.

Come on,
get the hell out of here.

Go, go.

I'll see you
on the other side.

Why did he say that?

How much time does he have?

Don't ask!

- Where the hell is he?
- He's gone fishing!

Where the hell
do you think he is?

Oh, Christ, I hope
he makes it back in one piece.

Yeah, me too.
He's got my star.

What?
You are so. . .

Augh!

Okay, party time.
Don't panic, just. . .

I don't see him anywhere.

There!
What's that?

Nothing.

Come on, Roy,
come on!

24 seconds-- no problem.
All right, okay.

It's just like driving a car. . .

. . . underwater.

Okay.

I'll tell you. . .

If he pulls this off,
he can keep the damn star.

Great.

But, darling. . .

I'm certainly not giving up
on you yet.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Come on.

Let's go, brother.
Come on!

You wanna eat this?

Let's go!
Let's go! Come on!

Finch: Where is he?
I don't see him!

Oh, God!

Do you see him?
Do you see him anywhere?

Roy!

Hey, did you see that?

Hey! Hey, buddy!
Hey, we did it!

We did it!

We did it!