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(INAUDIBLE)

(EXPLOSION)

And we want you to know
that this has nothing,

nothing at all,
to do with
your performance,

which is exemplary,
by the way.

(SIGHS)

Look, the business
has changed.

Marine salvage has changed.

We don't need
a submarine pilot anymore.

We don't even need a sub.

Now, you've never
been on contract,

so redundancy,

well, that's out
of the question.

But I spoke to
Bob Toris personally

and he has insisted
that Agora make sure

that there's
something for you.

And I'm pleased to say

that we can offer you
a settlement of £8,640.

I mean, have you
got a pension?

Like a private pension?

I've been with
Agora for 11 years.

I've been working
on submarines for nearly 30.

I lost my family
to this job.

They... They'd like you
to clear your desk.

Today.

(KEYS JANGLING)

WOMAN: And before
your last job,

you were in the navy
for 15 years?

ROBINSON: Aye.

WOMAN: Why did you leave?

ROBINSON:
I disagreed with someone.

(CHILDREN TALKING
INDISTINCTLY)

(INAUDIBLE)

Fuck-shit.
(CHUCKLES)

Yeah. That's some kind
of fuck-shit, all right.

(TAPS TABLE)

Kurston, you okay?

What?

You look rough.

Yeah, no, I'm, uh...

They've put me
on these tablets.

Antidepressants.

Said, uh,
they'll balance me out.

ROBINSON:
You all right drinking,
then, eh?

(SNICKERS) It helps.

I can't believe
those bastards fired you.

I can't believe it.

It's a joke.
Hmm.

(LAUGHS) I mean, when
they fired Kurston, okay,

he fat useless fuck.

No offense, man.
No offense.

Yeah, yeah,
suck my arse.

But fire man
like you, fuck-shit.

They want me
to flip burgers.

BLACKIE: Hmm.
KURSTON: Fuckers.

(SNIFFLES)

When I was young,
all I think about was sex.

(CHUCKLES)

Now I think only money.

You're dog shit in
this wonderful world

without money, my friends.

I saw Martin yesterday.
My boy.

He's 12 now.

Saw him across
the road, like.

Posh school.
Nice house.

My own son being brought up
by some rich fuck
I've never even met.

How's Chrissy?
How she look?

Good. She looks good.

KURSTON: We don't have to
take this shit.

We don't have to
take this shit.

What the fuck
you talk about?

I think I know a way
to, um, not be like this.

I know a way to get money.
Their fucking money.

But I can't do it, see.
I've not got the skill.

It needs you, Robinson.

It needs a man like you.
You could do it.

Just before Agora
fired me last year,

I went out with them
to the Black Sea.

We found something.

You're late.
And you look like shit.

Where the fuck is Kurston?

He called me
this morning.

He's not coming.

What do you mean,
he's not coming?

He's sick.

He's sick?

God damn it. Well,
he'd better have cancer.

All right, listen to me.
Do exactly as I say.

Nod, be nice,
don't be a fucking idiot.

Don't elaborate
unless he asks.

Don't say anything
that you don't
have to, okay?

Don't ask him his name.

And please, please,
whatever you do,

do not ask him
how much he's going
to invest in this.

Sir, this is Robinson,
the man I told you about.

What's your name
and how much are you
going to invest in this?

(SIGHS)

DANIELS: So, in 1941,

Nazi Germany came close
to total financial collapse.

At that time,
the Soviets were neutral,

but Stalin was terrified
that Germany
was going to invade,

so Hitler used this
and demanded
a loan from Russia.

80 million reichsmark
in gold.

Now, nobody knows
what happens next

because weeks later,

Hitler broke the nonaggression
pact and invaded Russia.

Four years of war,
20 million dead.

But in the '50s
there's rumors that
started to circulate

in the highest ranks
of the Politburo

that Stalin had complied
with the request,

that Hitler had
sent a U-boat,

Stalin had stuffed it
with two tons of gold
and sent it on its way.

But the gold never arrived,
and Hitler invaded.

So...
So everybody
forgets about it.

But in the '80s,
an oceanic
research institute

found a series of shallow
ridges off the Georgian coast.

I worked for a company
called Agora
Marine Management.

They search for
and salvage wrecks.

They found a U-boat
on one of these ridges,

just 90 meters
from the surface.

That's reachable.

DANIELS: Mr. Lewis,
they think it's the one.

In 2008 they took
this information
to the Georgian government

and they offered
them a deal.

The Georgians agreed.

LEWIS: And?

DANIELS: And a month later,

there was
the Russian-Georgian conflict.

Borders shifted,

and the ownership
of those waters

has been in
dispute ever since.

The Russians don't even
know the sub's there,

the Georgians know,
but not its exact location,

and Agora can't go in
till the dispute's settled.

I mean, they're tied up
in paperwork
and fucking politics.

Meanwhile that submarine

is just sitting
on the seabed,

full of gold.

What is it
you want from me?

I need a submarine.

Blackie here has
contacts in Sevastopol,
but it will cost.

180,000.

And men. I need men.

Half British, half Russian.

It's a Russian sub,
so they'll need Russians.

I'll take 40% of anything
up to $40 million,

20% of anything above that.

ROBINSON: That's...

Okay.

Kurston, it went well.

Give me a call back.

ROBINSON:
So how many men
do we need?

BLACKIE:
It's a Foxtrot-class sub.

You want boat move,
need 12 men minimum.

Okay, well, we've got
the two of us, Kurston.

Then Reynolds.

And Peters.
Served with them
both in the navy.

BLACKIE: And Russians?

What about Yerzov
on electrics, then?
He's a good man.

Big drunk. No, no.

Take Levchenko instead.

ROBINSON: Levchenko.

BLACKIE: Zaytsev on engines

and Baba on sonar.

Best ears in Russian navy.

ROBINSON:
For charts, Morozov.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

This is Daniels.

How do we get into U-boat?

Use remote-controlled
submersible?

ROBINSON: No.
BLACKIE: No?

The Black Sea
fleet's upstairs.

We do it with divers.

Convert the escape compartment
into a hyperbaric chamber.

Sneak in and out
without anyone seeing.

You need good
divers for this.

Do you know Fraser?

I know Fraser.

Is psychopath.

Psychopath, he is.

But he's an incredible diver.

Half man,
half fucking fish.

And Gittens,
he's pretty good
in the water.

Wee gambling problem.
(DANIELS BANGS DOOR)

DANIELS: God damn it!

What?

Well, that was Lewis.

I'm going with you.

I'm fucking going with you.

I'm claustrophobic.

I'll bet you are.

(ANSWERING MACHINE)
Hi. It's Mark Kurston.

Uh, leave me a message.
I'll get back to you.

(ANSWERING MACHINE BEEPS)

Kurston, where
the hell are you?
Call me.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

Hello. Are you Robinson?

I'm a friend
of Mark Kurston.

Aye.

He's killed himself.

I used to go round there
when I was a kid.

You know, stay there.

Well, they were nice,
like, kind, you know,
helped me out.

He was on these pills
for his nerves, like.

He took them all at once.

Do you know why?

Well, they reckon
he did it for the insurance.

Say his wife's all right,
you know,

for the mortgage
and stuff.

He asked me to come
and see you, though.

Said to say he was sorry.

We were on a job.
Now I'm a man down.

Are you hungry?

Are you sleeping rough?

How old are you?

19, nearly.

(STAMMERS)
Not yet. I'm 18.

You ever been to sea, son?

(CHUCKLES)

(LAUGHS)

(ADMIRAL SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

(SNIFFS)

God.

DANIELS: You work on
subs now, Reynolds?

No.

What do you do now?

Paper round.

Paper round.

(SNICKERING)

Are you laughing
at me, boy?

Uh, no, no. I'm sorry.
I thought you were joking.

Got fired from
a shit job
in a steelyard.

Fault of people
like you.

Bankers.

I'm not actually a banker.
I work for...

Gittens.

Gittens hasn't
worked in years.

Fraser's in
and out of prison.

And Peters.

Peters cleans
offices for shit
dicks like you.

Look, I didn't mean
to insult you.

ROBINSON: Start loading.

Get Zaytsev to
look at that engine,

and Gittens, too.
He knows diesel.

Levchenko, get him to
check the electrics.

Peters, you sure
you can get a door on
that escape chamber?

I'll give it a proper
fucking go, boss.

Wait, Robinson,
you can't be serious.

Look, this wreck?
This wreck's gonna sink.

Fucking useless sub
if it don't.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(PETERS AND REYNOLDS
CONVERSING INDISTINCTLY)

All panels.

Off. On.

(ENGINE POWERING UP)

(SINGING IN RUSSIAN)

A gyro, B gyro coincide.

A group's charged.

300 bars.

300. Hydraulics operational.

REYNOLDS: Uh, 120 bars.

120? It's a little low, eh?

Yeah, Blackie says
it's usual for
a boat of this age.

ROBINSON: 120 it is.
Ballast, twin pump.

Wait. What are
you looking for?

The windows.

The what?

(ALL LAUGHING)

Well, the lads said
I should give the windows
a clean before we head out,

but I can't find any.

It's a submarine.
There are no windows.

What's the broom for?

There's no chimney,
is there?

(ALL LAUGHING)

No, son, no chimney.
Come here.

It's a good sign.
They like you.

Stow that.

(LAUGHING CONTINUES)

(GRUNTS)

What you got for me?

So the batteries
ain't that great.

They're only gonna
be charging
up to about 70%.

Uh, Zinzane says that...

Zaytsev.

Zaytsev says that
the diesel engine's good,

but there's a fuel leak
he can't find.

It's dripping on the main
turbine housing.

Tell him to find it.
Tell him to fix it.

Eh, Robinson.
There's no escape suits.

And the radio, you know,
there's only
one circuit working.

If that goes down...

We won't be
using the radio.

We'll have the Russian
fleet above us.

Good to be
going out again.

Thanks for bringing me, boss.

I was sorry to hear
that Chrissy left you.

Good girl, Chrissy.
Sorry it went that way.

Thank you. Blackie.

BLACKIE: Yes, boss.
DANIELS: Here, Peters.

What is "no escape suits"?
What does that mean?

No escape suits
means no escape.

If something happens,
you've only got that
shitty old radio for help.

Don't worry, banker.
We'll get you back
nice and safe.

Actually,
I'm not a banker.

Are those not
escape suits there?

Diving suits.

But, I mean,
if we got into trouble,

you could use those
as escape suits?

Oh, yeah, sure,
you could, uh,

go out for 80 meters
and, uh, come back

on a short hose.

What, we can't...

Yeah, you see,
that's the thing
about being on a sub.

Outside it's just dark,
cold death.

(SNICKERS)

Gets a man thinking.

Gets him thinking what?

Thinking he's
gonna fucking die.
(ALL LAUGHING)

What are you laughing at?
You don't even speak English.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

ROBINSON: Yeah.

(BLACKIE SIGHS)

Russians not happy.

About Tobin.
They call him virgin.

(SIGHS)
(CHUCKLES)

Unlucky to have
virgin on a boat,
Robinson.

Jesus. He's 18.

What 18-year-old
do you know nowadays
who's a virgin?

This not matter.
They call him virgin.

Now he's virgin.

Unlucky.

Well, I'm not giving in
to superstition.

Call everyone together.
It's time for them
to know what's at stake.

How much gold we talking?

At least $40 million,
maybe a lot more.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(COUGHS)

Those bastards fired
the man who found it.

Kurston.

He was a good man.

Gave his life to his job,

just like the rest
of us here.

They fired him.

He killed himself.

They fired me.

They fired men like flushing
shit down a toilet.

Well, this time
the shit is fighting back.

40% goes to the man
who's funding us.

That's Daniels' boss.
(BLACKIE TRANSLATING
INTO RUSSIAN)

ROBINSON: The rest...

The rest is ours.

ROBINSON:
Equal share, every man.

Back to your posts.
We leave in an hour.

(MEN CONVERSING IN RUSSIAN)

Equal share?
Jesus Christ, why?

'Cause they're
risking their lives.

Yeah, but they
would risk their lives
for a flat fee.

Just toss them the scraps,
is that it?

What are you
talking about?

Look, that doesn't
have to...

What does that have
to do with anything?

Listen, Robinson,
we are gonna be on
this sub with these men

and it's going to be
full of gold, right?

What happens
when one of them
starts to figure out

that their share
gets bigger when
there is less people to...

...less people
to share it with?
(SIGHS)

Boss, we're ready.

Closing!

(LOCKS CLICK)

Open main vents.

Yes, boss.

Open main vents.

ROBINSON:
Midships to helm.

REYNOLDS:
Midships to helm.

Ten down.

Ten down, boss.

ROBINSON: 30 meters,
then bring it back
to periscope depth.

PETERS: 30 meters,
then back up to PD, boss.

Diving now. Diving now.

(TRANSLATING IN RUSSIAN)

(GRUNTS)

TOBIN: Zaytsev.

Zaytsev.
Robinson sent me to...

(METAL CLATTERING)

(GRUNTS)

Boss.

(SNIFFS)

Zaytsev needs someone
to help with pressure
on second engine.

I gave him Tobin.

Won't work with Tobin.
Bad luck.

Tell Zaytsev to
work with Tobin

or get the fuck
off my boat.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(ARGUING IN RUSSIAN)

Tobin, come here.

It's fine,
all fine, easy job.

Zaytsev find leak,
he make wheel sign.

You go here.

For Russian less,
men'she.

For Russian more,
bol'she.

He say less, men'she,
turn valve left.

He say more, bol'she,
turn right.

Don't fuck this.
Which valve?

This one.
One, two, three in.
One, two down.

Men'she left,
bol'she right.

Yeah.
One, two down.

No, no, no.
One, two, three in.

One, two, three in.

One, two down.
One two, down.

Don't fuck this.
I won't.

Enjoy.

(BLACKIE SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

One. One, two, three.

Two in.

One, two, three...

It's so fucking unfair
that they get
the same as us.

Well, everyone
gets an even split.

Is two million not
enough for you, Fraser?

You're kidding me, right?
Two million?

Where these guys
come from,
Shitsvillistan,

it's like
20 million to us.

They're fucking
laughing at us.

What did you do?

What, did you just
have a shit in the bowl,
did you, Levchenko?

Is that what you did,
just shit in the bowl?

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

I worked for
about three months

on one of those
American Seawolves
in the '90s.

Did I tell you?
And the food,
is the food like...

Fuck me, the food.

The food is
unbelievable, mate.

I'm talking about
beef fillets.

I'm talking about
broiled hams.

I'm talking about
chicken jambalaya

with andouille sausage,
motherfucker.
(COUGHING)

(ALL LAUGHING)

(COUGHING)
Christ. Jesus Christ.

And what do we get?

Levchenko's toilet
in a bowl, huh?

Oh, don't get me wrong,

I'm sure
this is Gordon Ramsay
over there in Gdańsk,

but, you know...

Oh...

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(CLICKING TONGUE)

(BABBLES MOCKINGLY)

REYNOLDS:
Take it easy, Fraser.

Fuck. They're laughing
at us, I tell you.

Come on, then.

You've been
staring at that thing
for days now.

What is it?

This from
your girlfriend, eh?

She's not my girlfriend.

Well, you must like the girl.
She's pregnant.

I don't really know her.

Terrifying, isn't it?

(WHISPERING)
Don't you worry, son.

You'll be going home
a rich man.

Your boy will
want for nothing.

Boy?

I told 'em
you weren't a virgin.

I'm not a fucking virgin.

BLACKIE ON INTERCOM:
Kill all engines.

Who said I was a...
Shh.

(ENGINE POWERS DOWN)

Engine,
360 meters forward.

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

Russian destroyer,
bearing west-northwest,
20 knots.

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

208 meters.

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

200 meters.

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

It's passing,
heading south.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

It's gone.

(SIGHS)

Revolutions three knots
for one hour.
Mmm-hmm.

Then proceed as normal.

(SIGHS)

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

(ZAYTSEV SPEAKS RUSSIAN
ON INTERCOM)

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

(CHUCKLES)

Jeez. (SIGHS)
That was tense.

Tense.

Tense.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

Not even
"I don't speak English"
in Russian?

How can you
stand it in here?

REYNOLDS:
Give it a couple of days

and you'll be wondering
how they stand it out there.

TOBIN: No,
it's mad down here.

It is, but it makes sense.

See us, lad,
we're all penguins.

Penguins?

Yeah, penguins.

Put it in water
and what have you got?

Something that's
graceful and sleek

and elegant
and strong, yeah?

And knows exactly
what it's doing.

Put it on dry land
and what have you got?

Just a wee prick.

Just a wee waddling prick.

Penguin.

What are you gonna
do with your share?

Bad luck to spend money
you don't have, boy.

Probably pay off some debts.

Give some to
the wife and kids.

(STAMMERING) I'm having a kid.
Oh, yeah?

A little boy.
I'm gonna fucking
spoil him rotten.

No, two million's
not much these days.

Two million more than
you've fucking got.

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

FRASER: Hey, take it easy.

TOBIN: What the fuck
was that for?

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(ZAYTSEV LAUGHS)

You know what
they're trying to do,
don't you?

They're trying to get
that boy to kill himself.

Increase their share.

Didn't I say?
They're laughing at us.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Shut up.

ROBINSON: We're right on
top of the U-boat.

Blackie.

Zaytsev has
found the leak.

Needs to drain fuel line
before he can repair.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Take four, five hours.

We're on top of
the U-boat now.

We need to run diesel
to charge the batteries

before we go deep anyway.

Get the repairs done first,
though, okay?

Robinson,
some of your boys,

they have funny idea
about money.

They think Russians
get too much.

Everyone gets an even split.

Okay?
Okay.

(INDISTINCT ARGUING)

I bought this one
fair and square.

(ARGUING CONTINUES)

(ARGUING STOPS)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

What's going on?
It's mine.

It's my numbers.
My numbers have
just come up.

I've won 30,000.

He's saying I bought it
with him, but I didn't.

I bought the other
ones with him.

Yeah, and so we've gotta
do something about
these fucking guys.

Please, skipper,

'cause they're
already fucking
taking too much,

and now they're
trying to muscle in
and fucking rip us off!

They're trying to find
ways to take more
and more and more...

(SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN)

What about it
don't you understand?

How do you know
your numbers came up?

What?

Have you been
on that radio?

Have you been on
that fucking radio?

We are under
the Black Sea fleet.

We are under
the fucking...

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

That's the radio.
You killed
the fucking radio.

Give me the ticket.
PETERS: How we gonna...

Give me that ticket.

You risk all our
lives for 30,000.

30,000.

All you listen to me.

Every man gets
an equal share.

Every man.

Anyone who doesn't like it
is endangering this vessel.

Any man endangering
this vessel goes out
the fucking tubes.

I told you.
I fucking told you.

You gotta tell them
the deal has changed, okay?

They're gonna
tear us to shreds
for that money.

Robinson, listen, I...

Take your hand off me.

Look, just listen to me.

(LAUGHS)

(ZAYTSEV SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

Hey. (WHISTLES)

Bol'she.

One, two, three.
One down. Men'she.

Men'she left,
bol'she right.
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(SCREAMS)

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

(YELLING IN PAIN)
TOBIN: Zaytsev. Zaytsev,
I'm sorry, mate.

I never meant to...

Tell him I'm sorry.

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

Tell him I'm sorry.

Bol'she right,
men'she left.
Stupid...

You fucking
leave him alone.
Fuck off.

FRASER: Fuck you, huh.

You Russians,
you're pretty fucking tough
with a kid, aren't you?

I expected better
out of you, though.

Don't be an idiot
with that.

What, with this?

Why, huh? You fucking
brave against him.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
Not so fucking brave now.

Give me the knife.
No.

Give me knife!
No.

Give me knife.
Fucking have it.

Jesus. What did you do?

(BLACKIE GASPING)

What have you done?

Zaytsev.

Zaytsev.

(SCREAMS)

(MEN SCREAMING)

ROBINSON: Hold on!

REYNOLDS: We're going down!

(GROANS)

(SIREN BLARING)

CHRISSY: You're gonna be away
for three months again?

Daddy lives on a boat.

ROBINSON:
Daddy works on a boat.

Daddy lives on a boat.

Don't involve him like this.

I get to see Steve.
I get to spend time with him.

He's not just a fucking photo

and someone I see on holidays.

What, that's why
you left me, is it?

Nothing to do
with his mansion

or his posh fucking car.

Chrissy, wait.

Chrissy.

Chrissy.

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

(GROANING)

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

(RETCHING)

(GROANS)

How long was I out?

REYNOLDS:
About 18 hours.

The Russians
have gone berserk.

Had to threaten them with
a flare gun to hold them off.

Main drive shaft's fucked,
shattered in the explosion.

Ballast tanks are ruptured.

And I reckon we've got
about 36 hours left
in the batteries

before we go dark.

Looks like the Russians
have got almost
all the water

up the other end
of the boat.

We've got the food.
They're gonna want that.

And they're gonna
want us gone.

ROBINSON: Quiet, you.

Fucking animal.

You've killed us
all, Fraser.

You've killed the fucking
lot of us. Fuck.

Are we gonna
die down here?

No way.

(READING IN RUSSIAN)

Morozov.

I'm not armed.

(ROBINSON SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

What are you saying?

You speak English?

Why didn't you
say anything before?

No one speak me,
I don't speak them.

I'm saying...

I can make this boat work.

MOROZOV: We anywhere
from here to here.

Which means we are on
one of these two ridges

or we'd be crushed, right?

If we're on this ridge,
we must be right
next to the U-boat.

Now, this submarine
was based on
the U-boat design.

So we find the U-boat,
we get in there

and we take
the drive shaft.

Been in the water for
70 years. Useless now.

No. No, the Black Sea's
anoxic at depth.

No oxygen. No decay.

There's perfectly preserved
Roman galleons out there.

Look, when we get in there,
we'll get the drive shaft,

we'll machine it
and then we'll put it
into the engine.

And we get this boat
off the seabed.

This boat is dead.
We not sail it or get back.

We're not gonna sail it.

We're gonna take
it to the surface

and then we're gonna
get into the life rafts.

What if we're on
other ridge?

Then we're
all fucking dead.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

We haven't enough
men to move boat.

We have enough.

But right now
we need Baba.

Sonar's broken.
We don't even know
which way she's lying.

Baba and Zaytsev back there.

When he killed Blackie,
they wanna kill him.

They wanna kill everyone.
They go crazy now.

We have to have
Baba and Zaytsev.

And Fraser.

What he did
is not forgotten.

But we have
to have everyone
to get this boat up.

We live together
or die together.

Now, one of you
has to go talk to them.

PETERS: It's worse now,
knowing there's a chance.

I mean, if we found out
now that it didn't work,
I mean...

Peters, we can't have
those bodies lying about.

Take Fraser.

Put them out the tubes.

Yes, boss.
Do it decent, eh?

(STRAINING)

I've got him.

Sorry, mate.

ROBINSON: I think
they're all coming.

Ready?
Ready.

Ready.

Go.

(GRUNTING)

(THUDDING)

(STOPWATCH TICKING)

Stop.

TOBIN: Go.
Go.

(GRUNTING)

(THUDDING)

(STOPWATCH TICKING)

Stop.
PETERS: Stop.

(PANTING)

Hey.

(SIGHS)

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Yeah.
(CHUCKLES)

We'll do this.

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

You're coming out
there with me, right?

Well, you've dived before.

(WHEEZING) Yeah, but,
you know, years ago.

I mean, fucking hell,
look at me.

Oh, Peters,
I'll look after you.

(PETERS COUGHS)

I promise
I'll look after you.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

So, what's he saying?
Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm...

MOROZOV: Hmm.
Baba thinks there is something

rising up from the seabed

about 100 meters away,
maybe 40 meters wide.

The rise could be the U-boat,
putting us here.

ROBINSON: 100 meters
from the U-boat.

That's close enough.
We can reach that.

Or what he's seen
is a small hill,

which means
we are here,

on the other ridge.

Baba said can
be more accurate,
but take time.

Maybe days.

Days.

Look, I don't
wanna interfere,
but I need a hospital.

I mean, my legs...
Daniels, shut up.

We do it now.

If we're on the other ridge,
we're all dead anyway.

FRASER: What about
the other diver?
Can't do it with two.

I need another diver.

Do any of yours dive?

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(MUTTERS)

TOBIN: I'll do it.

I did scuba with
the youth club.

Do that up.

Stick with Fraser.

Out there, he knows
what he's doing.

We've only got
enough oxygen
to do this once.

Make it count.
Mmm.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

TOBIN: God,
it's dark out here.

FRASER: Just relax.

You're gonna follow me.

TOBIN: (WHISPERS) Fuck.

FRASER: Here I am, mate.
Just jump.

Come down quite slowly.
It's all right.

TOBIN: Oh, Jesus.

(GROANS)

(COUGHS)

FRASER: Just stay calm, okay?
Take breaths.

Now, you're safe with me.
I've never lost
a man out here.

All right?
Good. Let's go.

(WHOOSHING)

PETERS: Right,
that's the light on.

Not that it'll make
much difference.

(PETERS WHEEZING)

FRASER: Stop fucking
wheezing in my ears,
Peters.

PETERS: Fuck off, Skippy.
It's me emphysema.

FRASER: It's like
a fucking death rattle.

All right, skip,
we're all ready.
We're moving out.

ROBINSON ON RADIO: Okay.
Look after yourselves.

PETERS: Good luck, lads.

What's the seabed like?

FRASER: It's like butter
made of dog shit.

(TOBIN SCREAMS)

Shit!

Fraser! Fraser!

Tobin. Are you okay?
What happened?

Tobin.

TOBIN: Fraser!

Shit! Fraser, help me!

Please,
I'm on the fucking edge!

(GRUNTS)

Pull me up.
(FRASER STRAINING)

You're all right.
I've got you.
I've got you.

TOBIN: That was Blackie.
Blackie just went past me.

ROBINSON:
What happened? Come in.

FRASER: Uh, we found the edge.

ROBINSON: Is anyone hurt?
Can we carry on?

FRASER: Well, yeah,

Tobin might have to
wash his underwear,
but we're okay.

FRASER: Let's keep going.

ROBINSON: Peters,
how are you doing?

PETERS: Yeah,
it's almost done.

FRASER: Oh, no.

No, no, no, no.

ROBINSON: What is it?

FRASER: The ground.
The ground's rising.
It's rising.

We're on the hill.

Are you sure?

Are you sure?

FRASER: Yeah, yeah,
it's rising straight up.

There's no mistake.

It's not here.
We're on the wrong ridge.

(MOROZOV SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

TOBIN: It's here.

It's here.
ROBINSON: What?

Say again. What?

TOBIN: I've found it.
It's here.

ROBINSON: What?
It's fucking here!

TOBIN:
I've found it, Robinson.

It was under mud.
FRASER: It's here.

Under the mud.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Well done, lad.

REYNOLDS: In the fucking mud.

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

(HATCH OPENING)

TOBIN: Jesus Christ,
there's air in here.

Can we take
our helmets off?

FRASER: Don't do that.

The air's turned
to chlorine gas.

It'll burn your lungs
out in a second.

Okay, it's good.
Come down.

(PETERS WHEEZING)

TOBIN: Jesus Christ.

PETERS: Well, we knew
there'd be bodies, didn't we?

TOBIN: Why are they chained?

Is this a prison?

PETERS: No, not a prison, son.
It's a pantry.

TOBIN: What?
PETERS: Cannibalism.

Oh, Jesus.

FRASER: Hey, let's get
what we came here for.
Come on.

(ALL STRAINING)

FRASER: Is it gonna work?

Peters, you fuck.
Will it work?

PETERS: The bolt holes
need drilling,

but basically
it's the same.

(COUGHING)

FRASER: Tobin, help him
get it out, all right?

TOBIN: Right.
I'll be back in a minute.

(PETERS WHEEZING)

(GRUNTING)

FRASER: Oh, my fucking fuck.

Oh, my fucking...

(LAUGHING)

FRASER: (OVER STATIC)
Are you there?

Fraser.

We got it.
We got the drive shaft.

Tobin and Peters
are loading it up now.

Now, listen to me.
You be very, very careful.

That's our way
out of here, eh?

FRASER: Got you.
REYNOLDS: They've got
the drive shaft.

(CONVERSING IN RUSSIAN)

(BABA WHISTLES)
(CONVERSING IN RUSSIAN)

FRASER: Okay,
we're ready here, skip.

Bring her in
slow and steady.

ROBINSON: Will do.

(SWITCHES CLICKING)

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

(WINCH WHIRRING)

(GRUNTING)

PETERS: It's not moving.

(ZAYTSEV WHISTLES)

(LEVCHENKO SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

FRASER: Come on.

(STRAINING)

TOBIN: It won't budge.

(LEVCHENKO SPEAKING RUSSIAN
ON INTERCOM)

Levchenko say trolley
pulling at nearly four ton.

Fraser, what's going on?

It's fine.
It's just the mud.
It needs a bit of help.

(PETERS GROANING)

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

(WINCH WHIRRING)

FRASER: (STAMMERING)
It's moving.

It's moving now.

What's going on?
Why is it so heavy?

They've got the gold.

DANIELS: It's too heavy.

REYNOLDS: It's what
we came here for.

I'm serious.

REYNOLDS: We have to
at least try and bring it in.

DANIELS: Robinson. Robinson.

We lose that drive shaft,
we're fucked.

Tell them to lose the gold.

(SWITCH CLICKS)

Keep coming.

FRASER: Nice and easy.

That's it. That's it.
It's going fine now.

Okay, all right.
Just keep it moving.
Keep it moving.

(STRAINING)

That's it. There you go.

(PETERS GASPS)

Fraser.

FRASER: Keep pushing it.

PETERS: Fraser,
it's the ridge.

We're heading right
for that drop.

TOBIN: Fraser,
we need to stop.
FRASER: No, no, no.

Robinson,
get rid of the gold.

ROBINSON: Can you
keep it coming, Fraser?

Yes, we can.

We need to keep moving
or we'll never get
it started again.

(PETERS COUGHING)
FRASER: We'd lose everything.

Pull it round to the left.

Pull it.
Come on, pull it.

ROBINSON: Fraser,
can we keep coming?

Your call.
Can we keep coming?

Robinson,
this is our fucking lives.

FRASER: We can do it.
We can do it.

Look, it's getting around.
Stay with me.

PETERS: Drag it this way.
Come on, harder, harder.
Come on.

FRASER: We're almost there.
Just get it over
this bit, we'll be fine.

(TOBIN GRUNTS)

FRASER: We'll be fine.

PETERS: We're not gonna
make it, Fraser.

FRASER: Just pull it, Peters.

Pull it.

You lazy bastard.

TOBIN: It's going.
It's going. The gold.
The gold, it's going.

PETERS:
It's all gonna go over.
Hang on.

Right.

Lose the fucking gold.

(WHISPERS) Fuck.

PETERS: Get this under here.
Roll it on there.

Keep it steady. Steady.

TOBIN: Peters, be careful.

PETERS: We just need to
get over this one last bit.

Go on. Go on.

TOBIN: That's it.
We've done it.

FRASER: Grab this arm.

PETERS: Fraser.

(SCREAMS)

FRASER: Shit.
Peters! Peters!

TOBIN: Peters! Peters!

FRASER: Oh, shit.

ROBINSON: Fraser,
what was that?

FRASER: No. No, no, no.

ROBINSON: Peters.

REYNOLDS: So it's just
sitting out there.

What does it look like?

Like a shitload of gold.

I thought he could handle it.

Peters, I thought he could
handle it. That's why...

I wouldn't have
asked him otherwise.

REYNOLDS:
Shall we bring it in?

What for?

It's millions of
dollars in gold.

So what?

What are you gonna do,
take it up

and explain it to
the Russian navy?

You want to just
leave it in the mud?

Yes, that's exactly
what I want.

What else are we
gonna do with it?

(SIGHS)

Can you ask them
how many men it'll take
to sail this boat?

DANIELS: Sail this boat?
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

DANIELS: Hey,
we're not sailing it.

What do you mean, sail it?
We're not fucking
sailing this boat anywhere.

We're going up.
Shut up.

DANIELS: Morozov. Hey, hey,
don't translate that.

No, no, we are
not sailing this boat.
We are going up.

Nine.

In its current condition.

We can do it with nine.

Okay, great, nine.
So fucking what?
There's eight of you.

(STAMMERING) No, no.

Look, I am not...

I need to talk to you alone.

Now.

Right, okay.

I'm gonna tell
you something.

Look, I'm just
a guy who works
for someone, okay?

This wasn't my idea.

Say what you have to say.

You're not getting anything.

You never were
getting anything,
none of you.

What are you talking about?

Look, who do you think
funded you?

Lewis, the man in
the big fucking house.

Agora, your old company.

We met Lewis together.

There is no Lewis.

Lewis is just some actor

who thought the whole thing
was a team-building exercise.

Look, there is
no Lewis, okay?
Agora set you up.

Why do you think
they fired you?

The moment you surface,

they'll perform an arrest
under maritime law.

They've already done a deal
with the Georgians.

They just needed muscle.

No, no, no,
you bastard.

Kurston told me
where it was.

How would they know
Kurston would tell me?

He told you in a pub called
the Lauriston on June 18th.

We paid him $30,000.

I'm sorry, Robinson.

I brought Tobin down here.

He's a boy.

Okay.

Men are dead.

Hey, listen, that was
never part of the plan.

(SHOUTS) Plan?

Look, God damn it,
I said I was sorry.

Take it.
Tie the door off.

It might keep you alive
if they get past me.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(SIGHS)

(SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN)

Baba, calm him down.

Get the fuck out of
our way, Robinson.

He needs to die
and he needs to
fucking die now.

And then what, eh?

We go up?

We hand the gold over?

FRASER:
They're waiting for us.

Yes, they are.

East.

So we don't go east.

We go south.
Come on.

(SCOFFS)
Samsun,

it's in northern Turkey,
miles from anywhere.

FRASER: It's 100 miles.

There are deserted
coves there.

I know it.
FRASER: We should go up.

Morozov. Morozov.

Can you get us to Samsun?

Have you got the charts?

Yes, I have charts.

But I know this place,
Robinson.

It's bad waters, shallow.

Ah, we go round the shallows.
We get Baba listening.

The batteries. We can't
recharge the batteries.

We can't surface
'cause the fucking navy's
probably up there.

We won't make it.

How long? How long
to take us round?

12 or 14 hours.

12 or 14 hours.
Tell them.
They'll track us.

They're waiting.
They're not just
gonna let us go.

The Turks have
a naval base in Trabzon,
20 miles up the coast.

They're not gonna sail
into the Turkish navy,
are they?

REYNOLDS: Oh, fuck this.

Fuck this shit.

Now, I'm gonna
fucking kill him
and I'm gonna do it now.

All right,
you can do that.

You can kill him,
you can do that.

And we can go up.

We can live.
We can breathe clean air.

But if we do, if we do,

you'll live
the rest of your life

just like you've
lived it up till now,

crawling on your bellies
for fuckers like him.

People who get filth
like us to do their work.

People who get us
to make them fucking rich.

(GROANS)

I'm not going home poor.

Not after this.

Well, she's in
a terrible state.

Half a day.

Half a day.

And, lads, that gold,
all of it's ours now.

All of it's ours.

(MOROZOV SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

ROBINSON: Bring it in.

(WATER DRIPPING)

(BABA GRUNTS)

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

(WHIRRING)

(INAUDIBLE)

(BABA SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

Huh?

(PANTING)

MOROZOV: 4.3 tons.

(SNIFFLES)

What does that say?

ROBINSON: 182 million,

448,000 dollars.

(FRASER SNIFFLES)

(SOBBING)

(SIGHS)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Come on, open up.

Time to go
to work, banker.

Fraser, here's your
glamorous assistant.
(GROANS)

Now, when he tells you,
pour this into here.

You understand?

Fraser, listen to me.
You got a family, right?

What am I,
your fucking friend?

I asked you,
do you understand?

I got two
little girls, okay?

We're nearly ready.

All right here?

Yeah.
FRASER: Skip.

I keep hearing Peters'
wheezing in my ears.

Shut up about Peters.

It wasn't your fault.

We shouldn't have brought
that gold on board.

I think it's affecting
your judgment, skipper.

Stop looking at me.

Look, you know
he's not right.

I said don't look at me.

Now, keep your eye
on this bubble
and on this depth gauge.

It's right hand
down to dive...
(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

...left hand down
to raise, okay?

Keep your eye on me
and do exactly as I do.

Levchenko says
engine ready.
(SIGHS)

It's either going
to work or not.

Electric engines on.

(MOROZOV SPEAKS RUSSIAN
ON INTERCOM)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(SWITCH CLICKS)

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

(LEVCHENKO SPEAKS RUSSIAN
ON INTERCOM)

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

You're never gonna
spend that gold.
You know that, right?

That shaft's
not gonna last.

Fraser, if we carry on,
we're all going to die.

Oh, fucking shut up. Shut up.

Revs for five knots.

Midships to rudder.

Ten up.

Ten up.

(RUMBLING)

ROBINSON: Come on.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

ROBINSON: Come on.

Sweet Jesus, we're up.

90 meters.

85.

80.
Is the engine holding?

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

75.
MOROZOV: Engine's holding.

ROBINSON: Batteries?

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(LEVCHENKO REPLIES
IN RUSSIAN ON INTERCOM)

Batteries good.

REYNOLDS: 70.

65.
Check all vents and closures.

I want to know
if the rudder's holding.

REYNOLDS:
Rudder's holding, boss.

60.
Hold her there.

At 60 meters.

(EXHALES)

REYNOLDS: Holding.

(CHUCKLING)

We've got a long way to go.

Let's get moving.

(STOPWATCH TICKING)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Rocks off starboard bow.
60 meters closing.
Collision course.

All back.
Emergency full. Full.

Full astern port, now!

Where the fuck did
those rocks come from?

FRASER: Shit.
Turn that valve off.

(BABA SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

MOROZOV:
Forty meters.
Are we stopping?

(BABA SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

Twenty meters.
Reynolds, are we stopping?

(BABA SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

Ten meters.

(BABA SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

MOROZOV: Eight.

(BABA SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

Five meters.

We've stopped.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(BABA SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

ROBINSON: Where the hell
did that come from?

(SHOUTS IN RUSSIAN)

Where the hell
did that come from?

I don't know.
We drifted off course.

This stupid chart!

Where the fuck are we now?

Oh, Jesus Christ.
FRASER: Oh, shit.

Are we in the shallows?

(WHISPERING)
Shallows is bottomed out.

We can go back and around.

REYNOLDS: How long
will that take?
MOROZOV: Eight hours.

Eight hours?
No, we need to go up.

We need to go up, skip.

ROBINSON: What's that?

MOROZOV: Canyon.

Can Baba get us
through that?

Robinson,
it's 100 meters wide,
maybe less.

How long
to go through it?

Forty minutes, one hour.

But we cannot
go through that.

Yes, we can.

We go through.

FRASER: No.

What? What did you say?

No.
ROBINSON: What did
you fucking say?

You're gonna kill us all.

This gold,
it's fucking up your head.

Are you disobeying
my orders?

Are you, Fraser?

Huh?

That's your gold, that is.

Two hours away
from being rich.

Isn't that worth
the fucking risk? (LAUGHS)

Get back to your posts.

(SNIFFS)

Go back to
your fucking posts.

(GROANS)

What happened?

Are we going up?

Half ahead. Two knots.

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(STOPWATCH TICKING)

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

Mass 110 meters starboard.
Clear to port.

Come left two degrees.

Revs three knots.

(BABA SPEAKS RUSSIAN
ON INTERCOM)

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

We're in.

Steady.
Just hold her steady.

DANIELS: Fraser, listen to me.

Look, this is gonna
kill us and you know it.

Look, it takes nine people
to sail this thing, right?

Nine.

If we lost someone,
we'd have to go up.

(WHISPERING)
Kill Zaytsev.

We can't run
the engines without him.

You can save
everyone else.

(BABA SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

ROBINSON: Reynolds,
Fraser needs more oil.

Get that oil for Fraser,
quick as you can.

(STOPWATCH TICKING)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Mass 40 meters starboard,
60 meters port.

Rising slightly below.

Trim 80 gallons

aft to forward.

80 gallons.

(SOFTLY) Come on.

Come on.

DANIELS: Fraser, he has lost
his mind. We need to go up.

Think about Peters.

It doesn't need to
happen to anyone else.

(STOPWATCH TICKING)

(STOPS)

(TICKING RESUMES)

(STOPWATCH TICKING)

(GROANS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

Fuck that!

Fuck you, you fucker!

Reynolds.

REYNOLDS: We're okay.
We're in one piece.

But, Jesus Christ,
Robinson.

ROBINSON: How long
before we're through?

We're not gonna
fucking make this.

Not you.

Morozov, how long?

20, 30 minutes.

(BABA AND MOROZOV
SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

We need to come
starboard two degrees.

(EXHALES)

(SOFTLY) Christ.
Jesus fucking Christ.

(LAUGHS)

FRASER: Zaytsev.

(MUTTERS IN RUSSIAN)

The pressure gauge.

Pressure.
(IMITATES STEAM HISSING)

Here.
It's started going up.

(SCOFFS)

See? See that?
(ZAYTSEV SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

(FRASER GRUNTS)
(ZAYTSEV GROANS)

(MOUTHING)

(GRUNTING)

(WRENCH CLATTERS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Oh, shit.

Zaytsev. Zaytsev.

ROBINSON: What happened?

We lose propulsion.

ROBINSON: What was that?

All systems...

Zaytsev's dead.

He smashed his head
on the engine

when we hit something
and he went flying.

And his head, his...

What have you done?

DANIELS: What do you mean?
We didn't do anything.

What the fuck
have you done?

DANIELS:
We didn't do anything.

It was an accident.

REYNOLDS: Fraser,
you killed Zaytsev?

DANIELS: What are
you talking about?
It was a fucking accident.

Sweet Jesus, we're fucked.
You killed fucking Zaytsev?

DANIELS: What the fuck
does it matter?
REYNOLDS: What?

DANIELS: Robinson,
we have to go up.
Take us up.

You did this.
You killed him, Daniels.

You bastards
always do this.

You think you can take
everything from us.

(SIGHS)

DANIELS: Robinson,
you've lost your mind, okay?

You've lost
your fucking mind.

He wants that gold so bad,

he'll kill every
single one of us
on this boat to get it.

You gonna kill me?
You wanna kill me, go ahead.

If you kill me, you
kill everyone on this boat.

(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)

Back to your posts, everyone.

MOROZOV: Robinson, it's over.

(SHOUTS) I'll tell you
when it's fucking over!

REYNOLDS: Robinson,
it's the truth.

Five...

Take us up.

Four...
Robinson, take us up.

Three...
REYNOLDS: We need him,
Robinson.

We lose another man,
we can't even go up.

Two...

He's right.
He's right, Robinson.
Yeah.

We just wanna live now.

Can we just live?

Mmm-hmm.

(SCREAMS)

TOBIN: Robinson,
what's happening?

We're going down.

FRASER: Oh, you fuck.
ROBINSON: We're going down.

FRASER: I told you
we wouldn't make it.

We're going.
TOBIN: Robinson.

ROBINSON: Hold on, boy!
Robinson.

(GROANING)

(SCREAMING)

Hold on, boy.
TOBIN: I'm trying.

(GROANING)

TOBIN: Oh, shit.

Stay still, boy.

Where's the bottom?

(WHISPERING) Jesus.

REYNOLDS:
Where's the fucking bottom?

TOBIN: Oh, my God.

Where's the bottom?

REYNOLDS:
That's hull crush depth.

(LOUD BANG)
(TOBIN SCREAMS)

DANIELS: God damn, my ears.

(TOBIN CONTINUES SCREAMING)

ROBINSON: We need a prop.

TOBIN: Robinson,
how can I help?

REYNOLDS: Get the wedges.

TOBIN: Robinson.

MOROZOV: Pass me the wedge.

REYNOLDS:
Put your weight behind that.

Hold it tight.

Close this off.
Hurry up. Come on.

(GRUNTING)

FRASER: We don't have
time for that.

Tobin.

Tobin!

FRASER: Robinson!

FRASER: Who's under?

It's Tobin.

ROBINSON: Tobin.

(ECHOING) Tobin!

Fraser! Hold it.

Grab his legs.

(GRUNTS)

ROBINSON: I've got him.

Oh, Jesus Christ, no.
Come on.

One, two, three,
four, five, six,

seven, eight, nine, ten.
One, two...

Come on, let's go!
We gotta go.
This isn't gonna work.

(SCREAMS)

DANIELS: Holy shit.

(REYNOLDS SHOUTING)

REYNOLDS: Fraser.

Where's Fraser?

No, Daniels,
don't close that fucking door.

(BANGING ON DOOR)

One, two, three,
four, five, six, seven,
eight, nine, ten.

One, two, three,
four, five, six...

Come on!

(COUGHING)

(RETCHES)

(MUTTERS)
(GASPING)

(COUGHING)

I thought I'd lost you, boy.
I thought I'd lost you.

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(YELLING ANGRILY)

(GASPING)

REYNOLDS: I can't get
the fucker open.

(BABA SCREAMING)

(LOUD BANG)

(GASPING)

(GRUNTS)

Huh?

No. No. No. No.

Oh, shit. No!

Morozov. Help me.

Give me a knife.

Morozov, I had to.

The water was coming.
They didn't have a chance.

Help me.

(SHOUTS) Morozov.

Holy shit.
Morozov! Morozov!

(COUGHING)

Are we still down here?

Aye.

I'm sorry.

Fuck.

No. No. No. No.

(GASPING)

(MOROZOV PANTING)

The sub has gone.

All men dead.

Are we finished?

Right.

There's three of these.

Escape suits.

Put that on.

There are escape
suits on this boat
and you don't say?

I didn't want us
to give up.

Men dead. All dead.

I believed we could do it.

They think we're dirt.
We are not dirt.

They think they can tell us.
They...

They? Who is they?

(GRUNTING)

Who is they?

You hid escape suits.

You lie us, all of us.

You they worse than they.
Worse than they.

(SOBBING)

Put it on.

Put it on.

All right, son.

Come on!

(GRUNTS)

When you come out the tube,
you pull this to inflate.

Yeah.
Okay?

Remember, as you go up,
you breathe out

or your lungs
will explode, okay?

How much does
one of these weigh?

12 kilos.
Half a million dollars.

Can we put one in our suits?

Not if you wanna get
off the bottom, no.

It's for me boy, you know.

You two go. Someone needs
to equalize the pressure.

TOBIN: How are you
gonna get out?

Emergency lever, in the tube.

Tobin. Hey.

You be there for him.

Your boy.

It's all that matters.

(GASPS)

Go. Go.

(SHOUTS) Water.

(WHOOSHING)

(SIGHS)

(COUGHING)

(GASPING)

(GRUNTING)

Morozov.

(PANTING)

(GROANING)

MOROZOV: Land.

We have to wait
for Robinson.

Tobin, there is
no emergency lever
in the tube.

What?

There is no emergency lever.

No.

No, no.
Yes.

(CHUCKLES)

(RUMBLING)

(LOUD BANG)

TOBIN: Robinson.

Robinson!