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(narrator) Previously on Surface...

Come on, Nim.

...Miles is forced to send Nimrod away.

Go...Nim.

(Ron) Congratulations.

You have a police record.

(Savannah) Dad hooked you up.

Got you moved into a different community work area.

(narrator) Lee stops at nothing to keep the species a secret.

Turn here! Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn!

(Lee) You couldn't keep a tail on two civilians in a pickup truck?

Find them!

(narrator) Pursued by Lee and forced underground,

they build their own submersible.

(Rich) If Man went to the Moon in a tin can,

we can do this.

Emergency lifeboat.

If you have to surface quickly,

you flip this switch inside, the boat inflates.

(narrator) They risked their lives

to document the mysterious creatures

and show the world.

This is Dr. Laura Daughtery

and Rich Connelly

amidst a pod of the new vertebrates.

(narrator) But something goes very wrong.

What the hell?

Jackson, do you copy?

We are falling way too fast.

You gotta pull us back up.

You gotta stop us!

(narrator) Now Surface continues.

[helicopter whirring]

Looks like they've been here a little over a week.

We just missed them.

(associate) Where do you think they went?

Down.

[Rich and Daughtery groaning]

(Rich) Ah! Hang on to something!

[both scream and gasp]

(Daughtery) Rich?

[Rich groans]

[Daughtery gasping]

You're bleeding.

(Rich) We're okay. We're okay.

We'll be all right.

[Rich grunts]

[clanging]

[mumbling] This is where we're supposed to be.

We're gonna die.

This is where we're supposed to be.

Hey, Skinny? Skinny?

You got a half-inch wire stripper for me?

What happened to the last pair I gave you?

[laughs]

(Skinny, mumbling) You're a damned disgrace.

He's gonna cost me an arm and a leg.

That's what I get when I hire in-laws.

Oh...

Where'd you go?

[clanging]

Ah!

[screaming]

Terrance? Terrance!

Terrance? Terrance!

Terrance!

(Skinny) Oh, my God.

(Skinny) Oh, my God.

[siren]

(Sheriff) Paul, I want to thank you for coming down.

Dr. Myers.

This is Paul Blum from Fort Fisher Aquarium.

Myers, here is our Charleston County coroner.

How can I help?

Well, I'm hoping you can identify

the animal that did this.

Um, the flesh is cut clean.

Looks like a serrated edge to me.

I was thinking, maybe a sand shark?

They don't come this far up river very often.

Some kind of cat?

A bobcat or Carolina panther maybe?

If it's a panther,

it's the first one seen in this state in 50 years.

Well, there's also this--

(Blum) What is that?

His skin is charred.

Is it chemical burns?

No, it's electrical.

Electric eel?

Hey, you ladies need to stay back.

We have a rogue gator out here.

(officer #2) I got something.

I think they're tracks.

Tracks over here.

Let's get a cast of that before the tide comes in.

Saw that at the mall.

Thought you might want it for your collection.

Thanks.

I'm sure Nim's fine.

He's probably happier out in the wild.

Yeah.

[motor hums]

No shrimp.

Sea's empty this season.

Like something's run everything off.

What the hell is that?

Just gotta get this...

reserve battery to work...

since we have no lights.

(Daughtery) No power.

No life raft.

[hyperventilating]

We would've been at the surface by now

if you hadn't stopped me, Rich.

[moans]

(Rich, mumbling) It's okay.

(Daughtery) The scrubber's soaked.

Wet soda-lime can't absorb the CO2.

How long does that give us?

About...90 minutes.

Less if more carbon monoxide gets in here.

It might not seem like it now, but,

we're gonna be okay.

[Rich mumbling]

[softly] Rich. Rich.

Hey, listen to me.

I'm begging you to listen to me, okay?

I need you to help me out.

[mumbling continues]

You gotta--you gotta snap out of this, okay?

Please snap out of this.

Rich.

Rich!

We are going to die if you don't help me now, okay?

Okay.

What do I need to do?

You need to make that battery work.

Where's my ratchet?

It's right here.

Okay.

[ratchet clicks]

[blows air] All right.

Easy.

[both gasp]

All right.

Oh! Power's good.

Power's on.

Okay.

Okay, so the compressor is gonna inflate the life raft,

and then we go up, okay?

Hang on, hang on. Wait, wait, wait.

Hold onto something.

Wait for what?

Just 'cause--

What're we waiting for? It's--

I just wanna think it through for a second.

'Cause, you know--

Rich, there's nothing to think about.

Let's just do this, okay?

Please?

Rich, we're gonna go back to the surface.

Okay? Look at me.

[heavy sigh] Okay?

Okay.

Yeah, okay. Hold on.

Okay.

[inhales]

[switch clicks]

It's not working.

We gotta do it one more time.

You ready? Hold on.

[sobs]

Yeah, it's not working.

[whimpers]

(Jared) Hey, Miles.

Hey, don't worry about the scrubbers right now.

I need you to cover for me in Director Blum's office.

Okay.

What's up?

I've gotta run these down to the sheriff's office.

An electrician got bitten yesterday

in the marsh by some critter.

Really? Yep. Really.

Killed him. [makes ripping sound]

Ripped his throat out.

What do they think did it?

(Blum) It's a conundrum.

Massive tissue lacerations like a shark attack,

bizarre electrical burns.

Yeah.

Well, of course.

No, the victim was in the shallows.

Yeah, well, there wasn't that much of the neck left,

to be honest.

Yeah.

It's, uh, got a footpad like a mammal.

Long claws, webbed feet, like an otter or a seal.

Yeah, I think I got time to make the last pickup.

You're the intern, right?

Yeah.

I want you to ship this

to David Howell in the zoology department

at N.C. State, all right?

I want him to get a look at this.

Yeah. Oh, man...

Maybe it was self-defense.

Like, maybe they provoked it somehow.

Shh. Tried to hurt it.

You should've seen the victim's eyes.

They were turned to jelly by the electrocution.

(Blum) Yeah.

Tomorrow morning, I'm going to the fisheries.

I'm gonna examine the catches.

I'm gonna need you here at 7:30 tomorrow morning

to help me with the specimen containers, all right?

[grunts]

I think the lifeboat's just wedged or something.

All right. Maybe...

I'm gonna check the radio.

Maybe by some chance,

Jackson can hear us.

Where is it? Where is it?

[both panting]

Okay. Jackson!

Jackson!

S.O.S., Jackson. Can you hear me?

Jackson!

Can you hear us? Jackson!

Jac--

Uh, okay.

(Daughtery) Okay, I just have to think.

[softly] Oh, God, Jesse.

(Rich) Don't start doing that, okay?

It's gonna be all right. You're gonna be all right.

You're gonna see Jesse again.

Just like I'm gonna see Tracy.

And my girls.

And, uh,

and my dog...again.

[sighs]

I took this leap of faith, I got us down here,

and I'm tellin' ya,

George ain't gonna let me down, okay?

Hear that, Georgia boy?

I need you.

[Nimrod bleating]

[rustling and gurgling]

[bleating louder]

Shut it. Son of a--

You want some of this?

You wanna live long enough for us to sell you,

you better shut up!

I'm gonna put you on ice.

(Daughtery) About an hour left...

All right. ...little less.

Just give me one more second,

and I should have those lights up outside.

We can get the lay of the land...

[grunts]

[whining]

Did you hear that?

(Rich) Almost...there.

Rich.

Do you hear that? Listen.

Got it!

No, no, no, no. No, no, no.

Uh... Shut the lights off.

Yeah. Off. Off.

[whispers] I think we should keep the lights off.

Me too.

[gasping] Did you see how many there were?

Yeah.

You know, I also saw something else out there.

(Daughtery) What?

Gave me an idea.

If...well, I thought--

I thought I saw a bait stick.

It still had a live charge on it.

Now, if we could somehow tilt this thing

and detonate that charge, maybe it'll--

maybe it'll free up that life raft.

Okay.

Worth a try. So...

Okay.

You just-- Okay.

[both grunting]

[grunts hard] Come on!

Rich, stop! Rich, stop, stop, hold on.

We're wasting air. Wasting air. [grunts]

Wasting air, Rich. Wasting air.

[coughs]

[both sigh]

The air is running out.

[moans]

[wheezes]

Only have 37 minutes left.

[gasps]

What the hell?

(Daughtery) What?

There's a man out here.

What?

There's a man out here on the ocean floor!

Look, come here!

(Rich) You see him?

Do you see him?

Huh? Do you see him?

Don't start freaking out on me, Rich.

No, no, no, no.

No, no. Where'd he go?

Where'd he go?

(Miles) So, before I shipped 'em, I took these.

"His body was found early Saturday morning.

"Authorities speculate that the animal

might've been an alligator."

[scoffs] Those are totally Nim's feet, dude.

You don't know that.

He's got the taste of human blood and he's on a spree.

Nim is not on a spree.

You're problem is you think you speak Nim.

You don't speak Nim, no one speaks Nim, Nim's a tiger.

Tigers communicate.

And what good did that do Roy, Hmm?

Siegfried and Roy?

Roy raised that tiger, dude.

But sooner or later, the tiger grows up,

and wild animal kicks in.

[scoffs] This guy was food, dude.

That was not Nim.

You need to rat on the lizard.

You saw the way police deal with this kind of thing.

They'll kill him.

But I gotta get to him first.

[high-pitched ring]

[presses stop button]

We trained him to come to the sound of the bell for food.

So, if we broadcast the sound underwater,

and loop it so it repeats over and over--

Dude, you can't put my boom box in the water.

We'll waterproof it.

Check it out. Aquaphonic speakers.

Dad has 'em all around the pool.

And track suit.

Neck holes, doof.

Hand holes?

Chip clips.

You are the gadget master.

All right, I gotta go meet Dr. Blum at the docks.

Meet me back here at dusk.

And take care of this. You got it.

[continuous ring on tape]

I can't see a damn thing out there.

[sighs]

[groans]

This is Laura Daughtery,

on board the submersible Little Heat.

Our position is 41' 46" North,

[slow breath] 50' 14" west.

We are stranded at the bottom of the ocean,

and we need immediate assistance.

Jackson probably went for help by now.

But the only DSRV on the West Coast

is six hours away.

[sighs]

[garbled radio transmission]

Did you say something?

Hello? Hello, do you hear me?

Can you hear me? Is there anyone out there?

Please respond.

[foreign language transmission]

What is that?

It's not English. What is it?

Um, um, um...

[speaking French]

There you go. There you go.

Come on now. Keep it up, keep it up.

Please respond.

Please respond! Do you hear us?

We're trapped at the bottom of the ocean.

We're in a submersible!

[foreign language on speaker]

What is that?

It's, uh, it ain't French.

It's Japanese or something.

Yeah.

Do you speak English? Do you speak English?

Please, please respond.

S.O.S.! Mayday! Mayday!

We are on the bottom of the ocean.

Please, mayday.

Mayday! Please!

S.O.S.!

[sobbing]

[sighs]

Oh, God. We have 30 minutes.

[breathes slowly]

It's F.B.I.

San Francisco SAC.

I interfaced with Coast Guard, NOAA deep search.

We did pick up a distress signal, actually.

I'm sending it to you over a secure line.

(Daughtery on recording) Jackson! S.O.S., Jackson.

Is that something you're interested in?

Yes. Yes, it is.

Did you find any surface vessels in the area?

(Lee) Something that could launch a submersible?

Negative on the surface vessels.

We've had a lot of tough weather off the coast.

Electrical storm.

I'm also looking for this man.

Jackson Holden.

(Dawson) All right.

I'll run a search. Put the name on the wire.

Look, this distress signal, is this real?

Yes.

I know the C.O. of the Reagan. I could get the DSRV.

No, no rescue efforts.

And destroy that sound file.

What sort of by-catch are you looking for?

It kinda falls under the category

of I'll know it when I see it.

Well, you're welcome to take a look.

But all the nets got excluders and BRDs.

Cuts the incidentals in half.

You notice anything strange about this spot?

Looks kind of scrawny.

That's right. It's starving.

See the flattened belly profile?

And the down-turned head, and the reddened mouth?

That means it's feeding off the bottom.

Where'd all his food go?

I have no idea.

Six months ago,

all our indicators species-wide

just spiked in the wrong direction.

Hey.

Yeah?

Anything out of the ordinary comes in here,

I'd appreciate you letting me know.

You might wanna talk to the sports-fishing guy.

Heard some crazy stories

about the mackerel run.

[fisherman speaking Spanish]

Ay! Dios mio!

Big flash, it was like lightning in the water.

And the King floated up. Dead on the line.

(Blum) Lightning in the water?

Yeah.

How long ago did this happen?

Yesterday. 6:09 a.m.

You have a good memory.

Memory's not it.

Stopped my watch cold.

[fisherman speaking Spanish]

[speaking Spanish]

Bite marks are deep.

Reminiscent again of the former electrical burns.

More of them, much more than the previous victim.

This thing travels in packs.

I'll tell him.

Sheriff just called.

He said some guys down at Cape Fear

caught our predator.

What? How did they catch him?

Apparently with bullets.

(officer #1) It's gotta be 15 feet long.

(officer #2) Biggest gator I've ever seen, Sheriff.

Huge. Hey, Paul!

Watch your step.

Careful, guys.

Listen, thanks for coming down.

I'm sorry to have taken you away from your dinner.

Look at this.

You won't believe this.

Snuck right up on a couple of guys in that blind,

fired both barrels each into its head.

(Sheriff) Give us a hand, would ya, buddy?

(Blum) May I?

Thank you.

Uhh!

This gator hasn't eaten in three days.

He's not our predator.

You sure?

I'm telling you, what we're looking for is not indigenous.

All right, Paul. Then what is it?

I don't know.

I think we're looking for an alien species.

[officers laugh]

Alien-Australia.

Alien-China.

(Sheriff) Well then, we'll just, uh,

sound the horn, post a reward.

Get some eyes in the water.

Wait a minute, you don't even know what you're looking for.

The last thing you need is a bunch of hotheads

chumming the water, killing everything in sight.

(Sheriff) The last thing I need is

another somebody else getting hurt.

I'm gonna charter a boat with some professional fisherman

who know how to handle these things.

Yeah, "handle."

(Sheriff) That's right.

Eli! Lalo!

(captain) The Hold!

I'm on it, cap'n.

Lalo! Hold! Now!

Yeah!

Crap.

Hey, how can it be so hot?

That thing.

[screams]

(Daughtery) When Jesse was about three,

we had this talk

about life and death and...

God.

And so I told him,

I didn't know

who or what God was, or...

I said, maybe...

that he was all around us,

in nature, in the air we breathe.

So he took off his shoe,

hands it to me, and there's an ant.

Smashed.

Dead, on the bottom of his shoe.

And he leans into me and he says,

"Mommy, I smushed God."

[chuckles]

And I said, "Honey, that's okay.

People make mistakes."

And he had

this guilty look on his face, you know? So guilty.

And I said, "Peanut, what's the matter?

What's wrong?" You know?

[wheezes]

And he leaned into my ear and whispered,

"Mommy, I ate God too."

[weak chuckle]

[wheezes and coughs]

[loud crash]

Hey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Whoa!

That was close.

Get the camera.

And the flashlight. Do you have the flashlight?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Here, here, here.

(Rich) What's he doing?

(Daughtery) Laying eggs.

Laying eggs.

Step back from there.

Sorry, Doctor.

Sir, I--I wanted to give you an update on the specimen.

Mmm-hmm?

I tracked it to Northern California.

Who was with you?

(Lee) I took a few grunts from Northern Command.

Sir, I talked to the HAZMAT teams.

They had a tough time killing this specimen.

Eventually had to use radiation.

Do you mind if I ask,

what is it?

The quicker question is,

what isn't it?

(The Gardener) Do you recognize this?

(Lee) It's a griffin.

Half eagle, half lion.

A mythological hybrid.

A chimera.

An improvement.

[grunts]

Dude, it's time. Give it up.

[recorded bell rings]

Nim!

Nim!

(Miles) Nimmy!

Seriously. Before you fry the box.

Electricity and water don't mix.

Electricity and water.

Th--that's where he'd go!

(Phil) Where? (Miles) Come on!

[Nim bleating]

Good God, Eli!

He took some doin', but I got him.

Just throw the damn thing overboard.

I plan to.

Not before I make sure he ain't comin' back up.

[Nim snarling]

[screams]

(Miles) He'll come here, I know it.

(Phil) How do you know it?

(Miles) 'Cause Nim always goes for the current.

I've seen him stick his tongue in a socket before.

(Phil) No way. Critter Pop Rocks.

Yeah, it's like he gets drunk on electricity.

Hey, dude,

one time I stuck a straw in my nose and snorted root beer.

I cried root beer. It was awesome.

That's great, Phil. [sighs]

I know he'll come.

Look. Look.

That's him.

It's Nim.

Wait a minute, man!

Faces of Death, my brother.

He's a tiger.

I know.

You just have to know how to talk to tigers.

Nim.

Nimmy, come here.

It's me.

Nim? Where'd you go?

Nim?

You're not Nim. You're smaller.

Miles!

Get outta there, man!

Dude, get out of there, man! Watch out!

[groans]

[pounding on door]

(Ron) Miles?

Miles!

Just a sec.

Hey, Miles?

Miles, man, if you borrow my CDs--

Oh, my God. Are you okay?

I'm fine. What happened?

Don't tell Mom. I'm fine.

Nim did that.

No, it wasn't Nim. This one was smaller.

There's more than one?

They travel in a pack, like a swarm.

Is that what did this?

A swarm of these things?

Yeah.

I think that's what happened to the electrician.

One was in the house.

You gotta get rid of those speakers on the dock.

Nim wouldn't do anything like that.

What about the wildlife guy?

Nim wouldn't attack anyone unless they hurt him.

Maybe someone did.

(Daughtery) We're almost out of air.

[Rich coughs and wheezes]

[metal groaning]

Georgie.

[sighs]

[wheezy laugh]

Georgie.

[giddily] Georgie.

[weakly] No, Rich.

Don't, Rich. Turn it off.

Turn it off, turn it off, turn it off.

(Daughtery) Turn it off, Rich.

You better come take a look at this.

[both wheezing]

(Daughtery) It's like some sort of birthing zone.

There's hundreds of 'em.

All laying eggs.

This is what Cirko saw coming.

The population explosion.

Sorry, Nim.

So that's where all the chip clips went.

You know the tiger that bit Roy?

Siegfried and Roy?

Yeah. Roy tripped or something, right?

Ye--yeah, but...

the tiger thought he'd been hurt.

So, he picked him up like a cub.

He wasn't trying to hurt him, he was protecting him.

He crushed his trachea.

You know the last words Roy said as they took him off?

No.

"Don't kill the cat."

[gurgling, low bleating]

Nim.

You've grown.

[growling]

[snarls]

We're looking at the new

top of the food chain.

Uh-huh.

No, no, no! Leave it, leave it!

Huh?

If he attacks us, maybe he can knock us free--

Oh, yeah! Swallow us whole!

Yeah, well, Rich, we're already dead!

(Daughtery) The light's gonna draw them to us.

Okay, here, just--

[creatures roaring]

Here! Bang!

It will set the life raft free!

[muffled banging]

I'm not going to die down here.

Come on! Bang it! Bang it hard!

Come on! Come and get us!

[both scream]

Hit the ballast! Hit the ballast!

You're gonna free the life raft!

We're going up. We're going up.

We're going up, Rich.

We're on our way up, Rich.

Okay, just hang in there.

You okay, Rich? Come on!

Stay with me! We're going up!

Oh, my God! We're at the surface.

[Daughtery gasps] Oh, God.

Okay, we made it.

Just hang in there, Rich, okay?

Okay? Just--oh, my God.

We made it.

[both panting]

Okay! Okay! [grunts]

Hang on, okay?

Yeah. Okay.

I can't open it!

You gotta turn it! Y--you gotta turn it!

I am turning it! I can't open it!

Well, then just kick it! Kick the damn thing!

Kick it! Kick it!

Come on! Kick it!

[Daughtery screams]

Oh, my God! [screams]

(Rich) Come on!

I got ya! I got ya!

I got ya!

Uhh!

Come on! I can't!

[indistinct shouting]