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[ Mechanical whirring ]

[ Electronic beeping ]

[ Shutter clicks ]

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[ Humming ]

[ Electricity crackling ]

[ Screaming ]

[ Cosmonauts screaming ]

[ Screams continue ]

[ Electricity surging ]

[ Energy releasing ]

[ Explosions ]

[ Shouting ]

-[ Electricity crackling ] -[ Explosions ]

[ Computer beeping ]

-[ Loud power surge ] -[ Officer shouting ]

[ Officer screaming ]

[ Nadia screaming ]

[ Shouting ]

[ Screaming ]

[ Music playing ]

[ Electronic beeping ]

Captain, winds gusting to 110.

If they get to 130, we're verging Category 5.

Put her back into the wind, Woods.

Forty-five degrees down swell.

[ Chains rattling ]

[ Chains rattling ]

Captain, the barge is taking on water.

Captain!

I've got eyes, for Christ's sakes.

I've seen her through worse than this, Foster,

so calm down and stand your station.

Woods!

Forty-five degrees, the swell.

Green water!

[ Water roaring ]

[ Metal clanging ]

[ Crashing ]

[ Metal bending ]

[ Alarm sounding ]

[ Grunting ]

Steve! Engine room!

Richie, the door's jammed! 1 can't get in, man!

Damn!

If water stalls the engine, man, we're history.

Hiko, take the torch and cut the door.

Yeah, yeah!

I'm goin' up top.

RICHIE: Hiko, let me help you with that.

FOSTER: Captain,

recommend new course heading: 2-2-9 degrees magnetic.

Captain? Captain.

Once we-'re in the eye,

we'"ll have calm seas for two hours.

We can make repairs, steady the barge.

Skipper, should | head for the eye?

What the hell is goin' on up here?

Captain, the engine room is taking on water.

Well, then, pump it out, mister. You're the bloody engineer.

We can't get in.

The bulkhead took a hit, and the door's wedged tight.

Hiko's cuttin" it now.

Jesus Christ, the barge!

We gotta cut that damn thing loose!

That's not an option, Mr. Baker.

Skipper, should | head for the breach?

1 need an answer now. I'm losin' her.

Winds 125, Captain!

Hey, Captain, take a look!

That barge goes down, we go down with it!

Well, that's a chance III take.

I'm cuttin'" it loose.

[ Gun cocks ]

Stay away from that door, mister.

! mean, what's so precious about your goddamn cargo,

Captain?

The cargo is mine.

Vve leveraged everything Town againstit.

Andits notinsured.

Christ, what's the matter with those people?

So | go out that door, you shoot me?

1 stay here, we're all dead!

[ Grunts ]

[ Grunting ]

Get the tank! Hold the tank!

[ Music playing ]

[ Cable fraying ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Cable snapping ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Thunder crashing ]

Let me tell you somethin'.

You ever put a gun in my face again--

And you'll what?

[ Thunder crashing ]

You figure it out.

[ Thunder crashing continues ]

[ Clears throat ] Sir, what about Foster's idea?

1 can reach the eye.

[ Music playing ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Sighs ]

I've let you down, lad.

The water's coming in faster thanit's going out.

1 can't believe We were stupid enough

to sign on with that guy again.

Maricon, ese, took out a gun on you, man.

I would've decked that son of a bitch.

He had us pullin" 500 tons of lumber and steel,

uninsured, in a typhoon,

a hundred miles from any normal shipping lane.

And Woods tells me Foster got tossed out of the Navy

for striking a superior officer.

-Hey, Hiko. -Comin' through.

II tell you one thing, Stevie.

Vs the last time we make a move

for percentage of cargo instead ofa salary.

Damn straight. Damn straight.

-1 told you it was a bad idea. -My idea? It was your idea.

It was your idea. What are you talking about?

How is it?

Vs bad.

Well, define bad.

-We're sinking. -RICHIE: That's bad.

So does anyone have any suggestions?

Mayday, mayday, mayday.

Hello, mayday. Come back, please.

MAN: We got about three or four days of supplies.

HIKO: What is this?

That's food, and that's water.

[ Woods continues calling on the radio ]

MAN: Put that back, okay? We're gonna distribute--

[ Men arguing ]

Fifty-mile radius. VHF piece of junk.

-[ Argument continues ] -[ Electronic beeping ]

RICHIE: Hey, you buy this shit?

Wey, wait, wait, wait, Walt, wait!

I'm picking up a contact.

There might be another ship in the eye with us.

-[ Beeping ] -[ Music playing ]

Twelve miles out. Speed: zero knots.

It's dead in the water, butit's big, it's really big.

Let's hail it, Foster.

Ahoy, vessel, latitude 29 degrees south,

longitude 1-7-9 degrees east. This is the Sea Star.

We are 12 miles northwest of your position.

Come back.

[ Beeping ]

So where the hell is the captain?

[ Music playing ]

[ Knocking at the door ]

I'm busy.

WOODS: Skipper, there's a ship in the eye with us.

Dead in the water, about 12 miles out.

Dead in the water?

TU be there in a minute.

Dead in the water?

[ Music playing ]

[ Beeping ]

Captain? Dead ahead, 300 yards.

Hail it, Woods.

Unidentified vessel, this is the Sea Star

approaching from the northwest, 300 yards out.

Dead ahead, 300 yards.

WOODS ON RADIO: Unidentified vessel,

this is the Sea Star

approaching from the northwest, 300 yards out.

Please come back. Over.

-STEVE: You see anything? -Nope. Not a thing.

[ Spits ]

That ain't ours, brother.

[ Beeping ]

WOODS: Unidentified vessel, this is the Sea Star

approaching from the northwest, 200 yards out.

Come back. Over.

[ Beeping ]

This is the Sea Star approaching from the northwest.

Is anybody there? Over.

FOSTER: She looks Russian.

"“The Academic Viadislav Volkov, missile and satellite tracking ship.

"45,000 tons full gross, 642 feet, two steam turbines.

Ship's complement: 300. Armament: none."

She's fitted for scientific purposes. Their biggest.

"Forty-two labs,

"five machine shops outfitted with advanced robotics.

"Three parabolic dishes can maintain

simultaneous communication with several spacecraft."

Ahoy, The Viadislav Volkov!

I'm the captain of the Sea Star.

Is there anyone aboard?

Ahoy!

Baker.

Break out the shotguns, the flashlights, and the walkies.

-We're goin' aboard. -Shit.

[ Music playing ]

[ Wind howling ]

-Jesus Christ. -This is kind of stupid, Stevie.

Shh. Come on.

Very stupid.

[ Music playing ]

[ Softly ] Stevie.

This is very stupid, what we're doing, man.

Stevie. Stevie!

Those are bullet holes, Stevie.

Shit, 1 don't like this atall, man.

This is bullshit.

Ahoy, the bridge!

Is anyone aboard?

[ Music playing ]

The bridge is deserted.

[ Flapping ]

[ Seagulls squawking ]

[ Chuckles ]

What the hell happened in here?

[ Switches clicking ]

MAN: What a mess.

[ Switches clicking ]

Looks like somebody powered it down, Captain.

[ Splashing ]

Captain? Captain, do you see anything?

You'll be the first to know, Woods.

What do you think? Pirates?

STEVE: Russian Mafia, probably.

Pipe down.

Check the radio.

It's smashed.

These logs are worthless, unless somebody reads Russian.

FOSTER: That storm waill is 16 miles due east.

Captain, youve got an hour and ahailf.

He's, uh, thinking, Foster.

You know, something you were paid to do?

You thinking what I'm thinking? Huh?

[ Laughing ]

What? What? What!

Salvage? Salvage, baby.

[ Sighs ]

We all signed on for a percentage.

But you never figured I'd bring you this, did ya?

A ship abandoned in international waters.

Maritime law says she's a derelict.

All we have to do is tow her to safety,

slap a salvage lien on her,

and the Russian government has to pay us 10 percent

of her value to get her back.

Richie, put a number on her for me.

Well, let's see.

There's, uh, three parabolic satellite dishes.

One of them's kind of fucked up.

Forty-two labs all primed with, uh, state-of-the-art stuff.

Let's see. We're talkin"...

two hundred?

Three hundred million?

$300 million.

$300 million!

Ten percent of that is $30 million.

That's what's comin' our way.

The opportunity of a litetime 1 we play our cards right.

That's about what, 30 grand apiece?

Three hundred G's apiece.

Three hundred G's!

That's at one percent, right, Captain?

I'm willing to change all that,

cut you in for ten percent.

That's three million dollars each.

-[ Richie chuckles ] -What do you think of that?

What do you think?

-Is it legal? -Totally.

Totally legal.

Shit. I'm in if you're in, jefe.

Hey, I'm good.

[ Laughing ]

What about you, Foster?

Oh, Foster, please! Come on!

What? Come on, Foster! It's easy money!

There's no such thing as easy money, Squeaky.

TWtake that as a yes, Foster.

Baker, find the ship's generator. We need power to the bridge.

See if you can get the main engines running.

Squeaky, you go with him. Richie?

Throw aline down to the tug.

We're gonna have to turn this ship into the wind.

Foster, can you see if you can get some

of this navigational equipment started?

Captain. My father was an admiral.

Tknow a little something about maritime law.

If there's anybody alive on this ship,

you can't claim her.

Then, let's not find anyone alive.

What does that mean?

Just that.

1 hope we don't find anyone alive.

Woods, come back to me.

We re gonna need to turn the ship into the wind.

[ Music playing ]

[ Panting ]

Wiust doesnt add up. You know?

Russian vessel,

middle of nowhere, dead in the water,

crew vanished?

!mean, why would they abandon ship, huh?

1 don't know.

And another thing, who the hell do you think we can trust here?

We're talkin' about an awful lot of goddamn money, right?

Listen, the only two guys that we can trust is

just you and me, Stevie. Thatsit.

You know, | wouldn't take a check from the captain.

Woods is wound up so tight,

you couldn't pull a pin out of his ass with a tractor.

And Hiko is like--

I don't understand what the hell Hiko is.

Richie's crazy like a fox, Stevie.

But, you know, | think he just might be there for us.

And Foster's good.

"Good"?

What do you mean by "good"?

| mean, she's solid, on the level.

What'd you think | meant?

Sounds like you think she's hot.

[ Chuckling ] Of course, | think she's hot.

Don't you?

[ Music playing ]

-Right here, Stevie. Right here. -You got it?

Yep.

Yeah, that's it.

[ Clicking button ]

-Aw, shit. -No go?

-Nope. -[ Clicking button ]

-What's wrong with this thing? -Here's your problem right here.

Looks like somebody trashed the control panel.

Oh, yeah.

These three relays are unplugged.

Let's hustle, Squeak.

We got no power to the rudder in a typhoon,

we're screwed.

SQUEAKY: I'm hustling, all right?

-Okay. -[ Switches clicking ]

-Go? -Give it a shot.

[ Engine starting ]

[ Screeching ]

[ Robotics whirring ]

[ Control panels beeping ]

That's more like it.

WOODS ON RADIO: Captain?

I'm on my way, Woods.

[ Electricity crackling ]

[ Loud screeching ]

What the hell is that?

Good ¡ob, Baker.

You lit us up like a pinball machine!

[ Camera whirring ]

[ Whirring continues ]

Tell you something. We're gonna be rich.

You're gonna be a rich man, Hiko!

[ Metal groaning ]

-[ Beeping ] -Captain?

[ Typing ]

FOSTER: Somebody's running this.

[ Camera whirring ]

Looks like it's running itself.

FOSTER: Computers don't run themselves.

[ Beeping ]

CAPTAIN: | don't know much about computers,

but that's an anchor.

-[ Switch clicks ] -[ Chain rattling ]

-[ Crashing ] -[ Grunts ]

Emergency on top deck! Emergency on top deck!

Anchor went down on the tug!

[ Music playing ]

CAPTAIN: Baker, did you copy that?

We need you up here-- Oh, Jesus.

Baker, we need you on deck now!

Already on my way.

-Hey, Squeak, you catch that? -What the hell happened?

You just sit tight.

Any sign of trouble, you don"t be a cowboy.

I'm not gonna be a cowboy,

but d-- don't leave me here for too long, all right?

Stay on your radio.

[ Music playing ]

[ Grunts ]

Woods!

Tell you what.

I'm gonna go get some help.

Woods!

Tcantswim!

Woods!

Get back here, goddamn cocksucker!

[ Screams ]

Hiko! Hiko!

What are you doing? What are you doing?

Leave me alone!

Shit.

[ Grunts ]

[ Splashing ]

Steve!

HIKO: Steve!

[ Coughing ]

-1 got you. -[ Grunting ]

[ Thunder rumbling ]

No, that anchor didn't just drop by itself.

-No. -[ Cocks gun ]

-Somebody else is on this ship. -| hear that.

-[ Grunts ] -FOSTER: Oh, God.

HIKO: III be all right.

Not without stitches, you won't.

-FOSTER: Lift up. Lift up! -[ Kiko groans ]

FOSTER: Hold this.

What are you lookin' at?

Well, hey! It could've been me!

[ Grunting ]

SQUEAKY ON RADIO: Stevie, what's goin' on up there, man?

We lost the tug, Squeak. She's gone.

That sucks.

STEVE: How we doin' down there, huh?

I'm doin' fine.

This whole thing is automated. Ilt runs by itself.

Negative, negative. We got somebody else on board.

Repeat.

We got somebody else on board. That's who sank the tug.

Now, 1 want you to bolt the engine room door shut.

You understand me?

1 copy that. And hurry up, will you?

Listen, | think we should split up into two groups.

Root 'em oult.

1 agree. Tjust have to fix his leg.

Hold your horses, mister. I'm still captain here.

You left this on the bridge.

You were captain of the Sea Star.

She just sank, right?

Well, I'm ranking officer.

Listen to me, Baker.

For $30 million,

I'm willing to overlook all that's come between us.

How 'bout you?

Good man.

-Richie! -Yeah.

Take Woods. Go to the engine room.

-Shit. -Back up Squeaky.

We-'re gonna take Hiko, get him to a sick bay.

-[ Grunts ] -Gonna get that leg fixed.

-HIKO: Stay away, Woods. -CAPTAIN: Go with him, Woods.

Let me tell you something.

You get me killed, I'm gonna kick your ass.

Now, take my shit. Let's go.

CAPTAIN: Wait up for us, Foster.

Al right.

[ Sniffles ]

I1l be down that corridor.

WOODS: Where's this go, Richie?

[ Chittering ]

-lt goes down. -Come on.

[ Gears moving ]

[ Music playing ]

[ Humming ]

[ Chittering ]

Hello?

[ Chittering ]

Hello?

Listen, I'm a friend. Al right?

I'm Cuban. I'm not American.

Anybody in there?

[ Camera whirring ]

-[ Chittering ] -Hello?

[ Chittering ]

[ Chittering ]

-[ Brief chittering ] -[ Whipping sound ]

Look! Guys!

[ Screeching ]

[ Yelling ]

[ Music playing ]

[ Door opening ]

[ Kicking bullets ]

Weapons locker.

WOODS: What the hell is this all about?

RICHIE: Bingo.

[ Door opening ]

FOSTER: Put him up here. Come on, Hiko.

-[ Groans ] -All right. Tighten that down.

HIKO: Yeah.

[ Sniffs ]

Al right. This is gonna hurt.

1s al right. Just get on with it.

[ Gasps ]

You have a high pain threshold.

Yeah, | usually do it myself.

No, really.

Hey, Hiko. Some dry clothes.

-Yeah, thanks. -FOSTER: Oh, man.

FOSTER: All right. Here we go.

Ah, come on, Richie. Isn't that enough guns? Damn.

Woods, let me tell you three things.

You can never be too rich,

too thin, or too well-armed.

-Yeah, let's go. -[ Shotgun cocking ]

Oh, man.

Get the green bag.

[ Groaning ] Green bag? Oh, man.

Goddamn, I'm carrying too much.

1 got a bad latissimus, Richie.

[ Music playing ]

I'm tellin' you, Richie.

My back isn't gonna let me do this anymore.

Tcan't deal with it.

1 get hung up on everything.

I'm tellin' you,

I'm gonna get rid of some of this crap.

Hey, Woods, what do you make of this?

1 have no idea.

[ Music playing ]

Tactical short-range surface-to-air.

[ Chuckling ] This is beautiful, man.

Oh, I'm thrilled. Can we go now?

In a minute. In a minute. Look around, man.

WOODS: l am!

-WOODS: Oh, man. -RICHIE: Hello, Mr. Cable.

-Hey, Woods. Look at this. -What?

“ looks like some kind of ejection seat

or escape vehicle.

Oh, launch buttons. Cool.

-Richie. -Yeah.

Look at these doors, man.

[ Music playing ]

WOODS: That's an awful lot of blood, Richie.

Now can we go?

Yeah, yeah.

[ Squishing ]

-CAPTAIN: Oh, Foster. -FOSTER: Yeah?

What are you gonna do with your three million?

[ Scoffs ]

1 don't have it yet.

What about you, Hiko?

Uh, three million?

Probably open a school.

A school?

For what?

Uh, Kura Kaupapa. You know, 1 think it would be choice.

Lots of little kids running around,

reading, writing, learning Maori.

That's sweet.

Yeah, it's a dream thing.

How 'bout you, Baker?

Oh, I don"t know.

Always loved the sea.

Probably buy an island.

Oh, yeah? Does it have a beach?

Beautiful white sand. Hammock, sailboat.

-[ Groans ] -What about a house?

STEVE: How 'bout a villa?

Thatched roof, overlooking a lagoon.

FOSTER: It sounds nice.

Yes, lovely. When you two gettin' married?

-Hey! -[ Groans ]

HIKO: Gee! Take it easy, mate!

FOSTER: No, you take it easy, mate.

[ Banging ]

[ Gunshots ]

[ Grunting ]

HIKO: Ah! Get off my leg!

Aw, geez!

[ Music playing ]

[ Panting ]

Is she dead?

-No. -[ Gun uncocks ]

[ Sighs ]

What's this shit, Richie?

RICHIE: Somebody doesn't like electricity, Woodsy.

Come on.

Well, it looks like somebody tried to rewire the ship.

[ Electricity crackling ]

You okay? eah, 'm al right.

FOSTER: So that's done.

HIKO: So, what's all this weird stuff

she's got in her bag?

She's got videotapes, cigarettes.

What's this? Hair spray?

Hey, watch out!

Watch out, watch out! Thermite grenades.

-HIKO: What? -Thermite.

One of those things blows,

burn a hole right through the deck. Be careful.

Be careful, really careful.

What's she trying to do? Sink the ship?

Squeaky, talk to me.

How does it feel?

It's good. Thanks.

Are you gonna be able to walk?

Yeah. !I-- III be okay.

Squeak, que pasa, buddy?

[ Music playing ]

STEVE ON RADIO: Where the hell are you, man?

Shit.

[ Door closes ]

Richie, Woods, come back.

RICHIE: Steve, this ship's got a missile room.

STEVE: | don't give a damn about any missiles!

MHeft Squeaky in the engine room,

and he's not answering, so get the hell down there.

RICHIE: Yeah, yeah. We hear you.

STEVE: By the way, we've got a crew member up here

who just unloaded an Uzi on us, so you better watch your ass.

RICHIE: Yeah, copy that.

-I'm goin' to the engine room. -We'"ll see you on the bridge.

FOSTER: Steve?

Watch your back.

[ Panting ]

Hey, Woods, you comprehend this Cyrillic crap?

Vs just like cnicken scratches to me.

-[ Screeching loudly ] -WOODS: Oh! Richie!

WOODS: Richie, help me!

[ Woods yelling ]

-[ Gunshots ] -[ Metal shattering ]

Here, Woods.

[ Electricity crackling ]

[ Sniffs ] Oh!

That thing smells like dog shit, Richie.

Ugh! What is it?

Vs robotic, Woodsy. Wigh-tech robotics.

[ Music playing ]

FOSTER: Where'd you learn how to sew?

-HIKO: My grandfather. -FOSTER: Yeah?

[ Gasps ]

Vs al right. ls okay. It's okay.

We-'re not going to hurt you.

Power. Turn off the power. Shut down the ship.

You're all in danger.

What's she going on about?

1 dont know. 1 don't Know.

Captain, please.

[ Panting ]

What's your name?

What's happened on this ship?

Where're the rest of your crew?

-Dead. -Dead?

Good.

You must turn off the power.

Ilt needs power to move through the ship.

What... needs... power?

. From the Mir.

The Mir space station?

-Yes. -She's a fruitcake.

Come on, Captain.

CAPTAIN: She's a nutter, which is perfect.

[ Grunting ]

[ Music playing ]

Hiko, come on!

[ Glass shattering ]

[ Panting ]

[ Panting ]

-[ Clanking ] -Drop it.

Drop it!

[ Metal clanking ]

[ Panting ]

-lt's okay. -You don't understand.

Look.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

-[ Coughing ] -[ Panting ]

My name's Kelly Foster. I'm a navigator.

Im Nadia.

Nadia Vinogradova, Chief Science Officer.

Nadia, what happened?

Where's your crew?

1told you.

Dead or deserted.

Three hundred crew members are gone?

What happened?

Eight days ago,

during a transmission from the Mir space station,

something came onto the ship.

We thought our transmitters and receivers

were malfunctioning, so we shut them down.

[ Panting ] It took control of computers,

scanned all information.

Language, encyclopedias, medical data.

[ Gasps ] It was learning.

Learning what?

[ Whispering ] How to kill us.

My captain, Alexi, and me were the last to survive.

We cut their cables, smashed them--

Wait a minute. You just said "them."

Before you said "it."

Who's "them"?

Mm. Machine. Uh, machines.

Machines. Ah.

I'm telling you the truth.

l== 1 know. --

-CAPTAIN: Foster? «Yeah, I'm in here.

It's okay.

Nobody's going to hurt you. It's okay. It's okay.

She's nuts.

But something scared the hell out of her.

1 say we get her up to the bridge. Hiko.

-Mm-hmm. -Give me the flashlight.

FOSTER: You're gonna be okay. It's okay. It's okay.

We're gonna get you something to eat.

Come on. Come on. Come on. Watch your head.

Watch your head. It's okay.

-Are you okay? -NADIA: Yes.

Go!

No! No!

[ Grunting ]

-You got her? Okay, go. -I'm nota threat!

Ir nota threat!

WOODS: Tused to go turkey huntin",

you know, with my dad.

l tell you, it beats the shit outta this, man.

[ Richie shushing ]

-[ Machinery whirring ] -You hear that?

WOODS: It sounds like somebody's working down there.

Oh, God.

Hey! Anybody in here?

WOODS: Shh! Quiet, man. Be quiet.

Stay down. There might be somebody.

[ Chittering ]

Hey, Woodsy,

there's another one of those things, man.

[ Music playing ]

[ Power switch turns off ]

-[ Robotics stop whirring ] -Let's go, man!

-Shh. -I'm outta here.

[ Chittering ]

Richie, Woods, where the hell are you two?

Hey, hey, Steve, listen.

There's a machine shop down here, man, with, uh,

state-of-the-art robotics.

Look, | already told you twice

to get your asses down to the engine room!

You hear me?

Yeah, yeah.

We're comin'".

[ Electricity crackling ]

[ Robotics whirring ]

Come on, Woodsy.

F'm not-- I'm not-- I'm not comin'.

-[ Metallic clicking ] -[ Sizzling ]

[ Machine whirring ]

Hey, little buddy.

Richie, let's go.

Hey, hey, Woodsy. Did the other one bother you?

Huh? No, it didn't.

[ Machines whirring ]

Richie.

Richie?

[ Squeaks rapidly ]

-[ Shooting ] -Hey!

Goddamn, Richie!

-[ Drilling ] -[ Screams ]

[ Gunshots ]

I'm sick of this shit, man!

RICHIE: Shit.

-Oh, God. -Steve, this is Richie.

There's another Russian down here.

The son of a bitch shot at us! And Woods is hurt.

So watch your ass. You copy?

Copy that. How is he?

-[ Panting ] -Just tell him it's bad. Ow!

Yeah, bad!

He'lMive, Steve, but he ain't in a good mood, man.

Just get him to the damn engine room.

And no more sightseeing, al right?

Yeah. Copy, copy, copy. ANright.

-[ Groans ] -Get up. Get up.

[ Music playing ]

Squeaky?

Squeak?

Holy shit.

What the hell?

Oh, my God.

Jesus Christ! Squeak?

[ Pounding on door ]

Squeak? Open up!

-[ Grunts ] -[ Groans ]

RICHIE: Don'"t shoot! Don't shoot! It's us!

Where the hell have you two been?

Back from your holiday?

Jesus Christ.

[ Panting ]

-Woods, you're a mess. -Thank you.

You said a Russian did this?

No, a machine did that with a nail gun.

Yeah, that's right.

You're not gonna believe it till you see it, Steve.

I'm telling you, there's some really weird shit

goin' down on this ship, man.

STEVE: Yeah, weird ain't the word.

I'm in need of some proper medical attention.

-Shut the fuck up! -Please!

1 dort belong on this ship.

Somebody just welded the engine room door shut.

It's welded?

STEVE: Squeaky's still missin".

RICHIE: Weird.

[ Sniffing ] R- Richie?

[ Sniffing ]

Richie, it's that smell again.

-Squeak? -Hey, Squeaky!

[ Speaking Russian ]

-Squeak, man. -That you?

[ Whirring ]

Shit!

[ Gunshots ]

Go! Go!

-That bastard shot at us! -[ Gunshots ]

You're all going to die.

[ Metallic creaking ]

You hear that, Foster?

We-'re all going to die,

because there are aliens on this ship.

[ Chuckles ] That's all the grounds | need.

One of my men is missing.

And | want some answers!

And no more of this Twilight Zone stuff.

1 dont know anything about your man.

Rubbish.

I'm gonna give you five seconds,

and then I'm gonna blow your brains out.

One--

Captain, she couldn't possibly know where Squeaky is.

She was hiding in sick bay.

She knows. She dropped an anchor on my tug.

She fired at us. Two.

Captain! Hiko, come on!

That anchor nearly killed me. I'm not feeling too sympathetic.

Me neither. Three.

Shoot me. | don't care.

Just shut down the power to the ship.

[ Music playing ]

[ Gun cocks ]

Captain, she's not gonna tell you what you wanna hear.

Hey, Captain. I"d like to hear what she has to say about this.

Up here on the chart table, Richie.

Fake bastard!

What the bloody hell is that?

It beats the hell out of us.

Vs Alexi, my captain.

Hell, whatever it is, it tried to kill us.

Squeaky's still AWOL,

and somebody welded the engine room door shut.

We're not alone here.

She's got another friend down there.

Can someone explain what the hell is goin' on?

Finish your story, Nadia.

The energy that came from the Mir...

infested all of the ship's electrical systems.

Mainframe computer, the labs, the machine shops.

It activated fire extinguishers.

Sixty-seven died from halon gas poisoning.

Quarter of the crew.

lt cut us off from machine shops...

and started building.

The little ones first-- the gatherers.

Yeah. We saw a whole room full of them.

That's what nailed Woods.

Then came something...

more dangerous.

Half man, half machine.

A biomechanism.

Engineering beyond our comprehensions.

The rest of the crew deserted, taking their chances in the sea.

Only Alexi and me stayed, cutting cables.

What does cutting cables have to do with it?

Machines are controlled by the electrical energy

in the computer.

If we can cut their source of power, they'Il die.

We cut these to get him here.

What the hell are you talking about?

What is this thing that's inside the computer, huh?

It's a life-form unlike anything we know.

Not cellular but electrical in nature.

Extremely intelligent.

You mean it's like lightning that can think.

lt has no form, no shape,

butits giving itself what it lacks.

It's creating a new life-form...

using parts of the ship and crew.

Bloodis still pmping through this brain.

There's been no decomposition at all.

[ Squishing ]

Yeah. Here, right here. See? There's...

some kind of coil or self-contained power supply

built right into it.

Amazing.

-This brain is still alive. -[ Faint electronic whirring ]

[ Woods yells ]

RICHIE: Hello?

Stop fucking around with the damn thing, Richie!

[ Chuckles nervously ] I'm just looking at it, Steve.

[ Faint whirring continues ]

Alexi?

[ Music playing ]

[ Screaming ]

[ Grunting ]

[ Crying ]

Touch it again, III cut your hands off.

I can respect that.

[ Sobbing ]

It's still Alexi. It's Alexi.

Rubbish! You're listening to a pile of Russian rubbish.

And | for one won't listen to any more of it.

There's no alien.

Something their government cooked up.

It all went wrong, didn't it?

Vs run amuck and you're afraid the rest of the world's

gonna find out about it.

Dr. Igor Fuckin' Frankenstein there.

Tell "em the truth.

It's some kind of fancy medical experiment.

Isntit?

Alexi was no medical experiment.

He was my husband.

Rubbish.

Could someone please come and take a look at the nails

in my shoulder?

Oh, Woods, stop whining!

Oh, not you. [ Groans ]

God! Ow!

[ Wind howling ]

Oh, my God.

Captain!

[ Thunder rumbling ]

[ Wind howling ]

Brace yourselves!

[ Music playing ]

[ Waves crashing ]

[ Grunting ]

[ Thudding ]

We gotta turn her into the wind!

[ Waves crashing ]

The steering doesn't answer.

We could steer the ship from the engine room.

Tthought you said the door was welded.

We'll cut the damn door.

Right. Bring her.

1 wanna keep her in my sight.

[ Metal clinking ]

[ Screeching ]

[ Gunshots ]

[ Screeching ]

1 gotta get off this ship.

[ Metal groaning ]

-Al clear? -RICHIE: Clear.

Clear.

[ Ship shudders ]

Did you feel that?

[ Wind howling ]

The ship's turning.

We just turned 20 degrees into the wind.

The ship's steering itself.

Ships don't steer themselves.

She's altered her course.

-Let's go. Come on. -Engine room's one deck down.

[ Loud clank ]

WOODS: Oh, what the hell was that?

STEVE: Could be Squeak.

WOODS: | don't care who it is! I'm not going--

STEVE: I said it could be Squeak!

Steve.

STEVE: Jesus Christ.

-[ Banging ] -[ Gasps ]

-[ Banging continues ] -FOSTER: Careful, Richie.

RICHIE: Yeah.

Vs too weird, man. You can't open that door.

FOSTER: Whatiis it, Steve?

1 dont know. What you got, Richie?

1 don't know. Wt could be Squeaky.

Let me see. Let me see!

What the hell is that?

-Open the door! -FOSTER: Steve!

-Open the door! -Don't open the damn door!

Don't open the damn door!

[ Grunting ]

[ Whirring ]

[ Music playing ]

STEVE: Squeak?

Steve.

[ Gasps ]

[ Screeching ]

-[ Screaming ] -FOSTER: Steve!

[ Metal ripping ]

Richie! God, Richie, help me, for God's sake! Richie!

[ Screams ]

RICHIE: Shit!

STEVE: Richie!

[ Gunshots ]

Steve!

-Outside! -FOSTER: Let's go! Let's go!

NADIA: Come on. This way! This way!

Steve.

NADIA: Come on!

[ Grunts ]

[ Grunts ]

-Where are we? -Communications Room.

Good! I'm callin' for help.

-[ Banging on door ] -[ Gasps ]

Did you trash this?

We destroyed every transmitter on the ship.

[ Banging on the door ]

[ Mumbling ]

Well, | tell you what, you didn't smash this one.

-Mayday, mayday, mayday! -Don't!

What the hell is wrong with you?

Are you out of your fuckin' mind?

No one else is gonna claim salvage

on this vessel but us.

[ Grunts ]

[ Panting ] You're no longer in charge!

-Come here! -[ Gasps ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Banging on door ]

[ Music playing ]

-What do they want from us? -It wants to Kkill us.

No, they want something from us.

It wants to mutilate us just like it did Woods.

HIKO: Did you see Squeaky?

That thing wants something from us.

Why don't we talk to it?

[ Banging on door ]

It's in the computer. We could talk to it.

-What? -Talk to it!

-[ Banging continues ] -It'S in the computer, right?

What the hell? What do | do? What do | do? What do | do?

Nadia, please help me. I need English. English, please.

[ Beeping ]

[ Typing ] "Who are you?"

COMPUTERIZED VOICE: l am aware.

[ Music playing ]

Is that it? ls it? Is it the thing?

[ Typing ] "We mean you no harm."

COMPUTERIZED VOICE: Life-form analysis complete.

Species is destructive, invasive, noxious,

harmful to the body of the whole.

[ Typing ] "What species?"

COMPUTERIZED VOICE: Man.

COMPUTERIZED VOICE: You are virus.

Great. Just great.

Ilt thinks we're germs.

[ Richie typing ] "What do you want from us?"

COMPUTERIZED VOICE: Viscous neurological transmitters,

oxygenated tissues, Aponeurus Superiorus Papelbrai.

"Superior--" What the hell is that?

-lt's part of an optic nerve. -What?

-[ Computer voice continues ] -Spare parts.

It wants us for spare parts.

[ Computer voice continues ]

COMPUTERIZED VOICE: Communication terminated.

[ Banging on door ]

-Ilt must be destroyed. -How?

You saldit was electrical, like lightning.

Yes.

So, what happens when lightning hits water?

Ilt grounds out!

That's right. It grounds out, it dissipates and then it dies.

That means we can kill this thing.

Yeah, but that mean we have to sink the ship to do that.

It's in the computer. Where's the mainframe?

-D-deck. One deck below. “STEVE: She's right.

We gotta get to the computer if we're gonna Kkill this thing.

[ Banging on door ]

STEVE: We gotta get the hell outta here first.

You people want a way out of here?

Huh? 111 show you a way outta here.

[ Cocking weapons ]

-[ Gasps ] -Steve.

-[ Screams ] -[ Gunshots ]

[ Music playing ]

Spare parts, my ass, man. That ain't gonna happen to me.

Lain't goin' up against those things again, man.

You people can do what you want.

-Im outta here. -Get down!

-[ Gunshot] -[ Explosion ]

-[ Richie shouting ] -You're crazy!

Who's gonna carry my shit? Who's gonna carry my shit?

[ Music playing ]

He's gone postal, man.

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

Steve.

You coming?

You hit a superior officer, Foster.

You punched me! You're crazy!

FOSTER: Fuck you!

CAPTAIN: You're all gonna get yourselves Killed!

-[ Music playing ] -[ Panting ]

[ Camera whirring ]

[ Electricity crackling ]

-Wanna talk to me, do ya? -[ Crackling continues ]

[ Camera whirring ]

[ Computer beeps ]

1 knew you did.

[ Sighs ]

[ Typing ] “Everton...

is the dominant life-form.

'Tam Everton."

[ Computer beeps ]

[ Typing ] "| will help you...

bring this ship to port.

New Zealand,

Australia,

anywhere you want."

[ Beeping ]

"Workroom 14."

[ Static noise ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Panting ]

[ Grunts ]

Vs not gettin' me.

[ Clattering ]

My brain is not becoming some hard drive...

for some biomechanoid, alien mother--

[ Chittering ]

[ Chittering continues ]

-[ Yelling ] -[ Gunshots ]

Oh, | can use this.

This is a good part.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Nadia grunts ]

That door down there leads to the main computer room.

I thought you said this was gonna be well protected.

Hiko.

[ Music playing ]

[ Door opening ]

-NADIA: It's gone. -FOSTER: Gone where?

[ Mechanical squeaks ]

Fuckin' thing moved itself.

[ Electronic screeching ]

[ Music playing ]

[ Banging ]

[ Mechanical whirring ]

Robert Everton, Captain, of the Sea Star.

[ Door opening ]

Thank you.

[ Music playing ]

[ Mechanical whirring ]

Th-- They're planning to sink the ship.

Of course, you know that, don't you?

That's pretty amazing, what with no head and all.

Woods.

Twenty-five years, him and me...

..together.

COMPUTERIZED VOICE: Are you Everton?

Are you the dominant life-form?

How can | be of assistance to you?

COMPUTERIZED VOICE: Help me to survive.

[ Music playing ]

It's welded.

We just came through here.

We've been set up.

-This way. -Let's go!

Six years in the Navy as a weapons specialist.

[ Grunts ]

1 graduated top of my class.

Tm gettin out. 1 got a plan.

“ thinks it's smarter than me? wWs gonna get a surprise.

[ Music playing ]

STEVE: Where we going?

NADIA: The storage room. We can get out through here.

[ Panting ]

Ow!

It's welded. What's down there? Nadia!

NADIA: Dead end.

Steve, | need something to pry this. Hurry!

[ Mechanical hissing ]

[ Shouting ]

[ Gunshots ]

-Steve! -[ Hiko shouting ]

FOSTER: Hiko!

NADIA: Steve, over here!

-[ Hiko continues shouting ] -FOSTER: Hiko!

-Hiko! -[ Shouting ]

-Hiko, come on! Move! -Hiko!

[ Gunshots ]

[ Music playing ]

Let's go, go, go, go!

[ Electronic screeching ]

[ Music playing ]

Nadia, which way?

The antenna control room. We"ll be safe there.

Okay! Steve!

Right behind you! Go! Just keep moving!

[ Thunder crashing ]

STEVE: You stay close, Foster.

[ Music continues ]

FOSTER: Keep going, Hiko! Keep going!

[ Coughs ]

[ Foster screams ]

Hiko!

Help me, Hiko!

[ Coughs ]

-Foster, grab on! -FOSTER: Hiko!

Come on, come on! Take my hand! Come on!

1 got ya!

Come on!

Steve!

[ Waves crashing ]

Hiko!

[ Groans ]

[ Hiko grunting ]

Hiko!

[ Hiko shouting ]

Hiko!

Foster, come on!

He's gone. Keep moving!

[ Grunting ]

[ Music playing ]

[ Foster coughing ]

Maybe he made it to another part of the ship.

Not a chance.

-[ Wind howling ] -[ Thunder crashing ]

[ Music playing ]

Just a little good-bye gift.

[ Thunder crashing ]

We gotta find out where it's taking us. Steve!

Give me a hand.

[ Grunting ]

We need a light.

We're headed here on this vector.

North-northwest. Lord Howe Island?

Lord Howe? Why? There's nothin' there.

There is.

There is a British intelligence station there.

They have digital linkups to all the military

and commercial satellites in the Southern Hemisphere.

If it gets into the transoceanic Pacific cable,

it could go anywhere.

MAN ON RADIO: The research vessel Norfolk to

the vessel at 29 south, 79 east.

Received a mayday at 0800 hours. We have you on radar.

Richie's mayday got through!

If you are receiving but cannot transmit,

please respond by signal fiare.

-We need a flare gun! -FOSTER: No!

No, no! If anything, we need to warn them away.

Why?

Because this thing is isolated on the ship, Steve.

We can'tlet another ship near us.

Right.

[ Thunder crashing ]

We gotta sink this ship.

[ Coughs ] How?

Flood the hold with fuel and detonate it.

Let's do it.

[ Music playing ]

[ Thunder crashing ]

-[ Music playing ] -[ Mechanical whirring ]

Jesus Christ.

Foster, get back!

[ Thunder crashing ]

You don't recognize me.

What's wrong?

[ Metal clanking ]

[ Grunts ]

I'm still your captain, Foster.

You must treat me with respect.

[ Groans ]

[ Music playing ]

[ Grunts ]

We know where you're going.

[ Electronic voice ] I know you do.

There's a whole world waiting out there.

[ Gunshots ]

Steve! Foster! Grenade!

[ Grunts ]

STEVE: Get down!

[ Explosion ]

[ Screeching ]

[ Panting ]

[ Coughing ]

Through your captain, it knows what we are planning.

Ve must hurry. Come on.

[ Music playing ]

Come on.

[ Mechanical clanking ]

-Good. Okay. -[ Coughing ] So, which way?

[ Gasps ]

Oh, God! Jesus Christ, you scared the shit out of me!

-Put the gun down. -FOSTER: Richie, man, it's us!

-How do | know that? -Put it down, Mason.

We're gonna blow the ship. You come with us, all right?

1 got my own plan.

What in the hell are you talking about?

Richie, don"t be a fool! Richie!

Come on. Let's go.

Let's go.

[ Music playing ]

[ Electronic beeping ]

STEVE: That should do it.

[ Electronic beeping ]

Checkmate.

1 gave us 15 minutes.

-Let's go. -We should warn Richie.

Richie, Richie, if you can hear me,

we're leaving the ship. Richie!

-Richie! [Gasps ] -[ Loud thud ]

[ Metal ripping ]

[ Mechanical whirring ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Groans ]

[ Screaming ]

[ Grunting ]

[ Screeching ]

[ Clanging ]

[ Screaming ]

[ Splashing ]

-[ Gasping ] -[ Coughing ]

[ Screaming ]

[ Continues screaming ]

[ Mechanical whirring ]

[ Screaming ]

[ Screaming ]

[ Gasping ]

-[ Gasps ] -[ Grunts ]

[ Music playing ]

[ Mechanical whirring ]

[ Electronic beeping ]

[ Whimpering ]

[ Mechanical whirring, clicking ]

[ Groans ]

COMPUTERIZED VOICE: English.

Do you speak English?

[ Groaning ] Fuck you.

COMPUTERIZED VOICE: English. Where is the detonator?

1 don't remember.

[ Whimpers ]

COMPUTERIZED VOICE: The detonator--

where is it?

-[ Electricity crackling ] -[ Screaming ]

-[ Yelling ] -[ Gunshots ]

[ Groaning ]

[ Gunshots ]

[ Music playing ]

[ Rocket firing ]

[ Explosion ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Crashing ]

Cut her down.

[ Groaning ]

[ Grunts ]

Steve, buddy, you okay? Huh? | got ya.

[ Gasping ]

[ Metallic clanging ]

-We gotta go. We gotta go. -[ Foster whimpers ]

[ Music playing ]

[ Crashing ]

Steve! Richie!

[ Panting ] Come on... Foster.

-Richie! -Foster, this way, this way.

[ Music playing ]

[ Door crashing closed ]

[ Door closing ]

[ Metallic thudding ]

[ Door crashing closed ]

[ Panting ]

[ Sobbing ] It's not coming.

[ Whimpering ]

Foster. Foster, Foster, look. Look!

Survival suits. Maybe we have a chance.

Putiton. Putiton.

[ Music playing ]

STEVE: Richie!

[ Coughing ]

[ Grunting ]

[ Clattering ]

[ Panting ] Oh, my God.

Richie?

Oh, man.

We thought you bailed on us, bro.

We thought you weren't comin' back.

Shows you how smart | am.

Hey, Steve.

Now, there's still a way to get off this ship.

STEVE: What?

But you gotta get to the missile room.

Missile room?

You'll understand when you get there.

Steve--

Mason! Mason?

Shit.

[ Gasps ]

[ Music playing ]

Nadia, stop! Nadia!

There's no time!

I'm not leaving, not until l know it's dead.

The ship's gonna blow any second.

I've got to make sure.

-FOSTER: Nadia, it's suicide! -| don't care!

-FOSTER: Nadia! -[ Mechanical thud ]

[ Music playing ]

COMPUTERIZED VOICE: Checkmate.

Foster. Foster, get to the upper deck.

Get off the ship.

You have to tell people what has happened here.

-No. No. -Yes, go, go. Go!

[ Groaning ]

COMPUTERIZED VOICE: Are there more of those devices

aboard this ship?

Just one more.

[ Music playing ]

No!

-[ Flare gun firing ] -[ Explosion ]

[ Coughing ]

[ Continues coughing ]

-[ Crashing ] -[ Screeching ]

[ Screams ]

[ Music playing ]

[ Coughing ]

[ Screams ]

[ Screami in No! 9

It's me, Baker. It's me!

-[ Panting ] -lt'S okay.

-[ Mechanical thudding ] -[ Whimpers ]

Come on. We're gonna get outta here.

FOSTER: No, | can't.

1 don'twanna hear it!

You don't have a choice! Get the hell up! Let's go!

[ Music playing ]

[ Grunts ] Come on!

[ Camera whirring ]

[ Mechanical whirring ]

FOSTER: Where are we?

STEVE: The missile bay. Check that door.

It's blocked.

Foster, look at this!

Vs a rocket motor!

[ Camera whirring ]

Looks like some sort of ejection seat.

[ Crashing ]

[ Screeching ]

-Come on. Let's go! Get in! -No. No!

-No, I'm not going without you! -Just get in!

-No! -There's no time!

Richie rigged this for one, okay?

And you're it.

[ Music playing ]

-[ Electricity crackling ] -[ Crashing ]

[ Wind howling ]

Let's go! Come on, come on, come on, damn it!

[ Electricity crackling ]

[ Whimpering ]

[ Crashing ]

-Foster, go! -Not without you.

[ Engine igniting ]

[ Screeching ]

[ Screeching ]

[ Mechanical whirring ]

[ Explosions ]

[ Music playing ]

That's one hell of a flare.

[ Waves lapping ]

[ Helicopter approaching ]

[ Music playing ]

[ Coughing ]

Hiko!

-[ Music playing ] -[ Screeching ]

-[ Gasping ] -Foster, it's all right.

It's okay, you hear me? We made it.

Come on.

Al right? vwe made it.

[ Music playing ]

[ Helicopter whirring ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Music playing ]