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[Wind Blowing]

[Waves Breaking]

[Thunder Rumbling]

[Man] Right 10 degrees rudder. Steady 2-7-0.

[Man 2] Right 10 degrees rudder.
Steady 2-7-0. Aye, sir.

All ahead two-thirds.
Make turns for eight knots.

All ahead two-thirds.
Make turns for eight knots. Aye, sir.

Sonar Con, make a sweep around.
Report all contacts.

[Man On Radio] Make sweep around.
Report all contacts. Sonar on.

Rudder is right 10 degrees.
Answering all ahead two-thirds, sir.

Very well. Mr. Skinner,
bring her up to 1-5-0 feet.

1-5-0 feet. Aye, sir.

Make your depth1-5-0 feet.
Ten degree up bubble.

1-5-0 feet. Aye, sir. Ten
degree up bubble. Aye, sir.

[Man On Radio] Sonar con on.
No contact, sir.

Very well. Better make sure radar's
ready to go. Aye, Captain.

Hope we get a nice day up there, Captain.

Why not?

Well, X.O., after 11 days,

uh, nine hours and eight minutes,

I pronounce this lady 100% checked out.

You're getting a good boat, Dave.
I'll drink to that.

Steady on course 2-7-0, sir.

Very well. Diving officer,
prepare to surface.

Aye, sir.
Prepare to surface.

[Man 2] Rig for red. Prepare to surface.
Prepare to surface.

Hey, who's gonna bring
the captain a cup of coffee?

I'll drink to that too.

Boy, that fresh air smells good, sir.

Funny feeling, taking her
home for the last time.

We're sure gonna miss you, sir.

Thanks. Too bad
they can't overhaul me too.

Chug along up here at 12 knots.

Get into New London for lunch.

Lieutenant, you have the con. Yes, sir.

Lieutenant Murphy here. I have the con.
Captain leaving the bridge.

[Man On Radio] Bridge, Radar. I have
contact bearing 3-1-5, 6,000 yards...

and closing on course 1-8-0,
12 knots.

Radar, Bridge.
Can't see a thing.

Dense fog at that bearing.
Notify me at 3,000 yards.

[Static] [Engine Whining Down]

[Norwegian]

[Sighs]

Captain.

Huh?

[Knock At Door] Come in.

Party's ready to go, sir.
Oh!

What about the guest of honor?

Caruso went to tell him
there's a fight in the galley.

That ought to bring him down.

Okay, Mac, he's coming.
Come on.

I said, vanilla!
I said, pistachio!

I said, vanilla!
Pistachio!

[All Shouting]
Knock it off! Hey!

What the hell do you men...

think...

[Laughing] Oh, for Christ's sakes.

[Man Whistles]

- I'll have your ass for this, Caruso.
- I was only obeying orders, sir.

That's right, Dave. We just wanted
you to know how we feel about you.

I gotta say, giving you this boat
for your first command's...

one of the few smart things
that computer ever did.

You've been a good exec.
You'll make a hell of a skipper.

Hey, hey!
Let's hear it! Let's hear it!

This is, uh...
It's from all of us.

Nothing's gonna jump at me, is there?

Aw.
[Whistles]

Yeah!
All right!

[Blows Whistle]

I, uh... Well, for a fella
who's never been at a loss for words,

I'd just like to say that, uh,
I'm at a loss for words.

I know just how to break
this in though. Mm-hmm.

Monday I'll go pipe the new squadron
commander into his swivel chair.

Oh, yeah.
Congratulations, Captain.

[Man On Radio] Bridge, Radar. I have
Contact Alpha holding on bearing 3-1-5,

range, 3,000 yards and closing.

Bridge, aye.

Helm, Bridge.
Come right to course 3-1-5.

Captain to the bridge.

Just as a way of sort of wrapping
this all up, I just wanna say...

[Man On Radio] Captain to the bridge.
Gangway, Roberts. Move it!

Let's go ahead and get a fix, Larson.
Aye, aye, sir.

Soundings, please?
Soundings, aye, sir.

Put the low pressure blower on all the
main ballast tanks for 10 minutes.

[Blows Whistle]

Thanks, fellas.

What's up? Captain, we got a
contact at 3-1-5 degrees,

3,000 yards on course 2-7-0.

That's a collision course with us.
I've come around to 3-1-5.

That ought to take us well astern of him.

Range?
Radar, Bridge.

Range to Contact Alpha.

What kind of ship out there
doesn't know the rules of the road?

[Man On Radio] Bridge, Radar.
Range, 1,000 yards and closing.

Contact Alpha has turned
to new heading 1-3-5.

Captain, he's...

I know. Helm, Bridge.
Right full rudder. All ahead full.

Sound the danger signal.
Aye, Captain.

[Alarm Blaring] Captain!

[Second Alarm Blaring]

Jesus Christ, he's on top of us!

All ahead flank!
Captain!

[Alarms Continue]

- Hit the collision alarm!
- [Third Alarm Blaring]

[Man] Collision imminent!
Collision imminent!

[Crashing Sound]

[Screams]

[Men Shouting]

[Shouting Continues] [Alarms Continue]

We're sinking!

All stations, this is Neptune!
Neptune!

Secure that door.
There are men back there!

Secure it.

Get out of there! Get out!

All stations, this is Neptune!
Neptune! We're hit!

- Forty degree up bubble, sir.
- Depth, 1-0-0.

- I need propulsion!
- We have none, sir.

Engine Room, Con.
Depth, 1-1-0.

Main Control, Con.
1-2-0.

And 1-3-0 feet.

Engine Room, Con. Can you hear me?
Depth, 1-4-0.

And 1-5-0.
Main Control, Con.

Can you hear me?
1-6-0 feet.

And 1-7-0.
Engine Room, Con.

Depth, 1-8-0.

1-9-0.
Engine Room, Con.

- 2-0...
- [Shouting Continues]

[Man On Radio] Engine Room, Con.

Can you hear me?

Engine Room, Con.
Can you hear me?

Engine Room, Con.

Main Engine Room, Con.

Main Engine Room, Con.

Chief, get me a damage report
from the engine room!

- Trying, sir. No answer.
- Main Engine Room, Con.

Can you hear me?

Main Engine Room, acknowledge.

Main Engine Room, acknowledge.

[Man]
2-7-0 feet.

Blow main ballast tanks.
Blow safeties. Blow auxiliaries.

Blowing all ballast tanks.

Full dive on bow planes.
Try to get her leveled off.

Full dive on bow planes.
Aye, sir.

- We're slipping back, sir.
- Fifty degree up bubble.

Can't control our depth, sir.

Secure blowing, and kill that horn.

Blowing secured.

- What's the depth under us?
- Two thousand feet, with drop-offs...

- Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!
- Harris!

- We crush at 1200 goddamn feet!
- Stow that crap, sailor, now!

Depth, 8-0-0.

Did we get off a radio signal?

We tried to, sir, but we may
have been too far under.

Fathometer's reading a ledge or something.

[Captain] How deep? I can't tell, sir.

- We're sinking too fast.
- Thirteen hundred feet!

- We're going to hit it.
- We're gonna bottom out.

Grab something and hold on.

[Shouting]

Oh, Jesus!
[Groaning]

She's holding.

She's holding!
[Groaning Continues]

Are we gonna crush, sir?

I guess not.
[Sighs]

Fourteen hundred and fifty feet!
[Men Groaning]

They really built this baby.

Thank God.
God and General Dynamics.

High pressure air system holding?
Air holding, sir.

Have Engineering check it,
and put a watch on it.

Yes, sir. I gotta find
out how bad we're hurt.

Sir!
Get him up forward.

Visual check on that, chief.
Aye, aye, sir.

[Groaning Continues]

Get Doc in here.
He was... He was aft, sir,

along with Kelly, Frazier and...

All right.
Get Page then. Anybody.

We got people hurt in here.

Aye, aye, sir.

This is the captain.
We're bottomed out on a shelf here...

at 1,450 feet.

Looks like we're hurt pretty bad,
but our hull is holding.

[Over Radio] The reactor's shut down.
Our engine spaces may be flooded,

but we have battery power
for most systems, including air.

Whoever hit us must have radioed,

so by this time,
Norfolk has to know what's happened.

Help's probably already on the way.

So, what we do is, uh, sit tight till
they get that rescue vehicle down on us,

then we all take an elevator ride.

That's all for now.

- Dave, I thought...
- Congratulations, skipper.

Identify her, Jim?
Looks like the Neptune.

She was the only sub in that area. What's
the closest thing you've got to her?

An L.S.T., Nassau.

She's about 50 miles east
of the collision point.

Well, move her in there.
Aye, aye, sir.

[Clicking]

[Phone Ringing]

[Woman] Hello? [Electric Shaver Whirring]

What?

Oh, just a minute.

Michael!

- Barnes.
- Sir, this is Cinclant fleet duty officer.

At 0532, a Norwegian freighter...

rammed a sub 60 miles east of New London.

The sub which sank following collision...
believed to be Neptune.

[Ringing]

- Yeah, Bennett.
- I need you on the double. Gray lady down.

One of yours.
Ten minutes.

List of the missing, sir.

Good God!

Fifty-two. It's more than...

I can read.

Sorry, sir.

[Groaning] Easy, easy. Easy.
You're bleeding.

[Chattering]

Captain, report on the damage.
All right, chief.

Let's just see what
we got up forward first.

I've, uh, put Page in charge, sir. Fine.

He's the closest we've got to a medic.

We're lucky to have him.
Thank you, sir.

Phil, how are you feeling?
Pretty good, sir.

Yeah, that's a professional job.
Nothing to that.

Do you have any idea who hit us, Captain?

No, not a clue.
I'd sure like to break his ass.

I'll hold your coat.

Let's have a look at your patients.

Up this way.

Collins.

I've got most of
the serious injuries up here.

Well, you think you
can handle it all right?

Well, sir, I can handle the stitching,

and I can handle the broken bones.

But we got three head wounds up here,

and Richards is no good at all.

That ice pack's about all I can do for him.

How bad is he?
I can't tell without X-rays.

These men need to get
to a hospital, but fast.

Do the best you can.
We really need you.

Yes, sir. Captain?

Uh, some of the men
have asked for tranquilizers.

Just don't get my crew stoned on me, huh?

[Chuckles] Yes, sir.

Oh, chief, let's have it, huh? Here, sir.

We took it real hard in the stern.
It split right through.

All compartments were flooded.

But the bulkheads are holding this far down.
Don't ask me how.

Most of our air system is still intact too.

Most of it?
One of our purifiers is out, sir.

Forty-one men exhale
a lot of carbon dioxide.

We'll be okay for maybe a day and a half.

We won't be down here that long.

Where's the storekeeper?
Hanson?

Here, sir.

How are we fixed for food?
We got plenty of food.

We got 100 chicken fricassees,
300 lime Jell-O...

I didn't ask for a menu.
No, sir.

Just give the men whatever they
want whenever they want it, huh?

Yes, sir.

Okay, fellas. Coming through.

We have to assume they're somewhere in
the area of that channel. Right, sir.

Or, if they've landed
in the canyon, it's all over.

If they've landed in the neck of it...

Can we get them out?
Maybe, sir.

What do you mean, Ben?
Have a look at this.

It so happens I'm fairly familiar
with the area.

We've done sonar testing here.

Sinking old cars and tracking them
all the way to the bottom.

Thank you. Ah.
Here's the neck of the canyon.

As you see, it's shaped like a trench.

Hopefully Neptune is located
somewhere in this area.

But, Admiral, notice the slope
of that trench.

It's nearly vertical.
Which causes gravity slides.

They're frequent, and they're very severe.

Even if she has bottomed out in this area,

one large slide, and it's a
two-mile ride to the bottom.

When will Nassau arrive there?

Not for a couple of hours, Admiral.

I want you to take charge
of search and rescue, Ben.

We've got an aircraft waiting for you.

A D.S.R.V. will be flown to New London.
Should meet you about mid-afternoon.

Hopefully by then you will have
established some kind of contact.

Good luck.
Thank you, sir.

Your car is at the entrance, sir.

I'll be right there.
Yes, sir.

[Dialing Phone]

[Phone Ringing]

- Hello.
- Liz, it's Neptune.

Is Paul all right? I don't know.
I'm on my way there now myself.

Listen, do me a favor, will you?

Tell Vickie Blanchard yourself
before they officially...

- Of course.
- And, Liz,

tell her...

whatever it takes,

we'll get him out of there.

[Man On P.A.]
Now hear this.

Now hear this.

This is an emergency.

All Deep Submergence
Rescue Vehicle personnel,

prepare D.S.R.V.-1
for immediate departure.

A nuclear submarine
is down in the Atlantic.

All D.S.R.V.-1 personnel
report at once...

and prepare for immediate departure.

This is an emergency.

This is an emergency.

Any station, any station,
this is Neptune. Over.

It's getting a little thick in here.
How are you coming with that purifier?

Forget it!
Caruso!

Sir, number two air purifier
non-fixable, sir!

Get lost, Caruso.

"I'll fix it in one shot," I told him.

Any station, this is Neptune.
Neptune. Over.

- Captain, Page needs to see you, sir.
- Yeah, right.

Keep calling, Harris.
Any station.

Any station, this is Neptune. Over. Sir?

Recheck the hatches, chief.

Aye, aye, sir.

Where's Page?
Up there, sir.

What's up, Page?
It's Richards, sir.

I think he might go, sir.
You want me to move him?

Away from the others, I mean?
No.

What do you want me to do if he goes?

Cover him up.

?? [Flute]

Fowler's covering the control room, sir.

Yeah, I know that.

Where'd you learn to play
the flute like that?

At home, sir.

Not easy to find a flute teacher
in Nashville.

[Chuckles] They're pretty big
on guitars down there, I guess.

Yeah. Do you think, uh,
we'll ever get home again, sir?

- Hell, yes.
- My folks...

I'm, like, their,
uh, fair-haired wonder.

Annapolis and all.
They're plain people.

They're just, um, very proud of me, sir.

Well, they're not gonna lose you, Danny.

Anything yet, Harris?
Nothing yet, sir.

Keep trying.

[Knock On Door] Come.

We're still tight, sir.

Uh, found this, sir.

Give me about five minutes,
then ask him to come in here, will you?

Yes, sir.

Hey!

He's down, isn't he?

Any station, any station,
this is Neptune. Over.

Oh, Dave.

It goes with a ship and a crew.
Yeah, so they tell me.

All yours, skipper.
Oh, wait a minute!

- We didn't have to surface.
- Dave...

But you just wanted
to ride into port up there.

Everybody look. Captain Friendly
on the bridge for the last time.

[Chuckles]

- It's the last time, all right.
- Now, look.

You can either take a
couple of aspirin and quit

the bullshit or get yourself into sick bay.

I don't want any more...
[Rumbling]

Jesus Christ.

Any station, any station, this is Neptune.

Any station, any station,
this is Neptune. Over.

What is it, Captain?

[Rumbling Stops]

Gravity slide.
Check for damage.

Aye, aye, sir. Any station, any
station, this is Neptune. Over.

Report all damage to the control room.
Where's the chief?

He's gone forward, sir.
I'll get him.

Answer me, goddamn it!
Why aren't any of you here?

Why aren't they here?
They don't fool me, man!

I know they can hear me!
Harris.

Why don't they hear? Why
don't they hear me? Harris.

Let's get him forward into a bunk.
They're not fooling me.

Come on. They're not deaf. They're not deaf!

Take it easy.
Oh, wait.

Oh, I'm sorry, sir. I'm sorry.
It's all right.

Don't relieve me, sir. Don't relieve me.
It's okay.

I can watch... I can stand my watch.
[Grunts]

Better put someone
on this. Right?

- Peña.
- Aye, sir.

Any station, any station, this is Neptune.

This is Neptune. Over.

Any station, any station, this is Neptune.
This is Neptune. Over.

Any station, this is Neptune.
Any station, this is Neptune. Over.

That's between us and the ocean.

The pressure on it must be unbelievable.

Six hundred pounds per square inch.
About 4,000 tons.

Built-in safety factor or not,
we're pushing our luck in here.

Look at that.
It could give way anytime, sir.

Shouldn't we...
evacuate the control room, sir?

We can't.
We need it, Danny.

[Man On Radio, Indistinct]

Captain. Station
callingNeptune, say again.

You're very garbled
and barely readable. Over.

What have you got?
Contact with a surface ship, sir.

The signal is very garbled,
and I didn't get most of it,

but I did hear "Neptune."

Stay on it.
This is Neptune.

This is Neptune. Over.
[Static]

Come in, anybody.
Is anybody up there? Over.

[Static]

[Man On Radio, Voice Breaking Up]
This is... We re... Mission...

Your f...
[Continues, Indistinct]

Over.

This I... Na... ssau.

It's Nassau.
It's gotta be Nassau.

Nassau, Nassau, this is Neptune.
Do you copy? Over.

[Static]

Nassau, Nassau, this is Neptune.
Do you copy? Over.

[Static Continues]

Nassau, Nassau, this is Neptune.
Do you copy? Over.

Neptune, this is Nassau. Over.
[Excited Chatter]

Knock it off.

Nassau, this is Neptune.

Are we ever glad to hear you.

Hello, Tom. Good morning, Captain.
Welcome to Nassau.

We have voice contact with Neptune.
Very well.

Lieutenant Phillips.
Sir.

Notify Admiral Barnes
in Norfolk immediately,

and find out the current status
of the D.S.R.V.

Phillips, get me
the latest weather picture.

Then report to the operations center.
Aye, aye, sir.

Captain Blanchard standing by, sir.

Thank you.

Hello, Captain.
Hal Bennett here. Over.

[Blanchard On Radio] Glad to know
it's you up there, Ben. Over.

What's your exact situation, Paul?

All compartments aft of the control
room appear to be flooded.

The bulkhead's holding.
The reactor's shut down.

We're on battery power with 90% capacity.

We have adequate air for 36 hours.

Forty-one men accounted for.

Several casualties,
some critical. Over.

What is your exact angle
and depth? Over.

We're at 1-4-5-0 feet,
down nine degrees by the stern...

with a 10-degree starboard list.

Over.

Roger. Paul,

we have an approximate fix
on your location.

A D.S.R.V. is en route.

Estimated time of arrival: 1400.
Over.

See, I told you. Didn't I tell you?
Shut up! Shut up!

We'll be home for dinner!
Shh!

- How's your crew holding up, Captain?
- Just fine, sir.

I think we'd all like
to get word to our families.

I understand. Have one of your men
prepare a list of survivors.

I'll take care of it right away.
Over.

Roger. Out.
Now you can let it out.

[All Exclaiming]

Everybody out of the control room
except necessary personnel.

The X. O?

Here.
Aye, sir.

All personnel not actually on
watch, leave the control room.

All right, fellas.
Everybody out.

[Creaking]

Phillips?
Sir.

Do you see any problems
with the D.S.R.V. here?

None so far, sir.
Right.

Bloome, any problems?
Sir.

No, sir. We can operate on
any angle up to 50 degrees.

Fortunately, the Neptune
is only listing 10 degrees,

so we can attach without any problems, sir.

This matches up with
the sub's forward escape hatch.

Sea pressure will keep us seated on her,

allowing the hatches
of both vessels to be opened...

Bloome, I don't need the whole lecture.
Yes, sir.

What about the currents, Phillips?

If this is the location of the sub, we have
a fairly strong current in that channel.

One to three knots.
Weather forecast?

Uh, clearing, sir.
Seas, three to five feet.

Uh-huh. Oh.

Thank you, gentlemen.

I don't know if he's
very smart or very dumb.

I think he's gone under the boat.

Hey, put your gloves on...

[No Audible Dialogue]

Hey!
[Men Groaning, Shouting]

- No sound!
- Hey, there's no sound out here!

? ? [Humming Theme From Jaws] Come on!
Can't hear!

?? [Humming Continues]

Ohh, look at that!
Here he comes.

Uh-oh. Uh-oh.

[British Accent] I'll catch that
mother, or my name ain't...

[Man, High-Pitched Voice]
Oh, stop being so aggressive.

[Men Laughing]

Hey, I think I'm gonna throw up.
[Laughing Continues]

Uh, did somebody ring
the dinner bell up here?

[Laughing] [Rumbling]

Hey, what's going on? What is it? Hey!

What's going on in here?
[Men Chattering]

[Chattering Continues]

Secure all watertight doors.
Secure all watertight doors.

Secure all watertight doors.

Secure the...
Hey, that door!

Dave, flood the ballast tanks.
That might settle us.

Flooding the ballast tanks.

[Rumbling Stops]

[Men Groaning, Chattering] Give me a hand.

Sit him up.
[Groaning Continues]

Bring him on in.

Slow down.
Easy, easy.

Okay. Watch it,
watch it, watch it.

Nassau. Nassau,
are you still reading us? Over.

Roger.
We've had a gravity slide here.

A severe gravity slide.
Get Captain Bennett on the horn.

[Groaning Continues]

That's it.

Hello, Neptune. This is Captain Bennett.
Do you read me? Over.

Roger. Read you loud and clear. We
must have had an avalanche down here.

- I don't know what's on top of us.
- Paul, listen to me carefully.

We've got to know how much of your hull is
covered, particularly the escape hatch.

Make a manual test.
Repeat, manual test. Over.

Roger. Out.

[Page] Let me have a big
bandage out of that case.

Cover him up good.

Here's a bandage.

If that hatch is covered up, sir...

Keep your fingers crossed.
[Tapping]

[Tapping Continues]

[Sighs]

Captain Bennett.
Thank you.

[Blanchard On Radio] Ben, we're socked in.
Manual test confirms it.

The escape hatch
seems to be completely buried.

Mud, rocks, God knows what.

Over.

Situation understood, Paul.

Informing Norfolk immediately.

Paul, I promise you,
we will find a way to clear that hatch.

Roger. Out.

[Chuckling]

Oh, yes.

They will find a way.

Bill.
Michael.

Gentlemen. Gentlemen. Lieutenant.

Admiral Williams.
Captain.

Excuse me.
They're all here, Mr. Secretary.

Fine. Gentlemen, will you come in, please?

Mr. Secretary, Admiral Barnes. Hello, Admiral.
It's good to see you.

How are you? Captain Skinner.
Captain Skinner.

I wouldn't have called you away,
Admiral, but I feel it's imperative...

that we all be briefed on this.

Yes.
Please, please, sit down.

I understand the ship
is resting now below its crush depth.

Yes, sir, it is,
but the hull seems to be holding.

How much deeper can she go
and still survive?

Who can say? A few hundred
feet might finish her.

If that happens, what are the
chances of a nuclear accident?

Crushing will not cause
a nuclear accident, sir.

There'll be no radioactive seepage.

The system design
will not allow that to happen, sir.

Thank you, gentlemen.
How much time do we have?

Maybe 30 hours.

If nothing changes.

What do we have that will
clear that hatch, Bill?

We have a small submersible...

It's a little bug,
but it might just do the job.

It was developed on a shoestring budget.

The man that designed it
claims it'll do most anything.

It has an arm, and I believe
it's television-equipped, isn't it?

Yes, I think so.
It's supposed to do a lot of things,

and clearing the earth off an escape
hatch could certainly be one of them.

Let me emphasize, sir,
it's still experimental.

It's called the... the Snark?

- Can we get it?
- Absolutely.

That is, if the secretary
will authorize it.

I think Don Gates should go along with it.

He's the young captain who's developed it.

All right.
I'll authorize it.

[Horn Blaring]

[Horn Honking]

Captain Gates!

Captain Gates!
Hey, sir!

You got a call from the office
of the Secretary of the Navy.

Hello!
A sub is down.

They wanna use the Snark.

Hey, partner, how's that arm?
Doing better, sir.

How you feeling? Fine?

Captain?

Harris.
How you doin'?

I, uh, don't know what happened up there.

You just did what we all felt like doing.

Yes, sir.
Take it easy.

Hey, how are you?
How you doin'?

Captain, can I speak to you a moment, sir?

What's up?
Is that, uh,

whatchamacallit here yet?

Not yet.
It should be along anytime.

Lieutenant Fowler's gonna
help you figure out a procedure...

to get these people through here
to the escape hatch.

You think it can dig us out, sir?

Captain Bennett thinks so.

Do you think so, sir?
Yeah, I do.

Have Lieutenant Bloome report to me on the
helo-deck immediately. Aye, aye, sir.

Captain Gates? Hal Bennett.
Welcome aboard.

Don Gates.

Just secure her for now.

We'll dive in 20 minutes.

Can you show me to the com shack?
Aye, aye, sir.

Right this way.

Mickey? Everything working okay? Sir.

Yeah. You wanna,
uh, set this up?

Certainly. Excuse me.

Oh, uh, these...

will have to go.

Here, take these.
Okay.

We don't have power yet.
What I need is 110, AC.

Do you need this cable?

Yeah. Right over there, chief.
TV monitor, talk back.

This'll be able to see everything
the Snark can see.

Get this set up, and before you know it,

you and me will be down at the bottom
of the sea with that submarine.

You betcha. [Bennett] Captain Gates.

Captain Gates?

I think we'll operate more efficiently
if we bear in mind who's in charge here.

Yes, sir.

The Snark is a two-man vehicle.
Is that correct?

Yes. I work it with Mickey here.

This is Lieutenant Bloome, Gates.

- You'll be working with him today.
- What?

Have a good look at the controls
in that thing before you go down.

Aye, aye, sir.
Just a minute.

Captain Gates, Lieutenant Bloome
is a submersibles expert.

- He's one of my team here.
- This is a unique vehicle.

There are no experts.
There's me and Mickey.

He planned it with me, built it for me.

Sir, you see...
Look, this is not a town meeting.

I said you will take Bloome.
He knows these waters.

When will you be ready to dive?

We'll dive in 45 minutes.

Bloome.

Sir, would, uh...

Excuse us, gentlemen.

Okay, Bloome.

Now, you're down here
on your belly like this.

To operate the nose camera and the light,

they're both in sync, so wherever you point
the light, the camera goes there too.

- How about the mechanical arm?
- It works just like a crane.

Uh-huh.

Pull it back to retract it.

See the stick?
Mm-hmm.

Side to side.

Nothing hard about it.

How in the hell do you stay so calm?

You know, I had this funny flash
when we were bottoming out, sir,

that, uh, I didn't give a damn
one way or the other.

Hit me just the opposite.

Hit me just how much
I wanted to stay around,

especially with this boat and this crew.

Only yesterday I was thinking,

it's all over, isn't it?

All set, Captain?

All set.

Lieutenant, you understand
this contraption?

Yes, sir. It's not all that different
from our own R.V.-1.

Just remember, any problems,
you notify us immediately.

Two dead heroes won't help anyone.

Listen, don't try to take off
too much in one bite.

Let's hit it.

Good luck.

Bye.

Snark, do you read me? Over.

Snark, do you read me? Over.

Snark, do you read me? Over.
Of course I do.

Have you got it?
Yes, sir.

No problems so far.

Two hundred feet. [Bennett On Radio] Roger.

[Gates On Radio]
Two hundred and fifty feet.

Two ninety-five.

Three hundred and forty feet.

Water temperature, 48 degrees.

Passing 400 feet.

Looks good, Mickey.

What's his angle of descent?

Snark, what is your angle
of descent? Over.

[Gates] Ten degrees, increasing
one degree every 150 feet.

[Rattling]

Uh, 525 feet.
Uh, there's a little vibration.

Nothing to worry about, Bloome.

[Chuckles]

Coming up on 600 feet.

That shouldn't bring him down
very far off, sir.

Not too fast.

Go on your sonar now.

Passing 1,000 feet.

Go on.

We're turning on the cameras
and going on sonar.

[Beeping Slowly]

[Beeping Continues]

[Bloome] There she is.

We have a sonar contact.

[Rumbling]

Do you read us up top?

We're taking a little beating down here.

Current layer, sir. We're expecting...
That's okay. Yeah, it's fine.

Look, sir, as long as
it doesn't go too heavy, you know?

Gates, this is Bennett.
Hold on till you get beneath that layer.

[Chuckling] Okay, Captain.

We're gonna hold on.
Uh-oh.

We've lost contact.

That layer must be deflecting your sonar.
Decrease your rate of descent.

You'll have to make contact visually.

Coming up on 1300 feet.

Seems to be settling down.

Neptune, are you getting all this?

We hear it.

Just take a little longer, that's all, Paul.
We'll be here.

You heard the man.
Relax.

[Sighs]
Relax. Yes, sir.

Are you relaxed?
Yeah, I'm... We're relaxed.

I'm relaxed.
We are relaxed.

Coming up on 1400 feet.
[Beeping Intensifies]

And my sonar is saturated
with reverberations.

Captain, there it is!

Down a little.

Wait a second.
I think I see it.

Damn, it's hard to see.

Damn light reflections!

There. That must be it.
Hard to starboard.

Do you see her?

[Gates] Yeah, Bloome thinks so.
We're moving in for a closer look.

We can't be this far off.
Easy.

In a little closer.

Little closer.

There. I do see it.

Yeah.

Oh, my God.

Sorry, Paul.

What we thought was you
turned out to be an old sonar target.

[Gates]
Captain Bennett, I'm taking it back up.

[Bennett] How far? All the way.

[Bennett] We'll try again, Paul.

Roger.

Captain Gates?

What happened?
Why did you stop looking for her?

I gotta have my own man down there.

And you thought that's sufficient reason
to abandon the search?

When I'm steered to a '52 De Soto,
yes, sir.

It's not your fault.
You'd really get the hang of it...

after a week of lyin' on your belly
lookin' through those little peepholes.

But we haven't got a damn week!

We haven't got time for this
either, Gates. I'm sorry.

You have dived nowhere
but Nantucket Sound in that...

Contraption.
No, sir.

Captain, Lieutenant Bloome
is an expert in these waters.

He knows the currents,
he knows the rock formations.

I don't mean to argue, but, please,

we can dig those guys out.

Gates, how can you be sure...

that this man is even
physically fit for the job?

Mickey, show him
your muscles or somethin', will ya?

I really can handle it, sir.
No kidding.

[Man On P.A.]
Sir, Pigeon and D.S.R.V. approaching.

Lieutenant Phillips,
advise Neptune she's here.

Aye, aye, sir.
There's our rescue vehicle, Gates.

We don't wanna keep her
waiting, so get back in

your machine and do what
you were sent here to do.

- Can I take my chief with me?
- Take Little Orphan Annie if you need to.

Sir, we've lost communication with Neptune.

Can you fix it?
I don't know.

I'm gonna have to get
behind this control panel.

Oh, goddamn it.

What are we gonna do, sir?
Even if they do get

to the hatch now, how are
we gonna know when...

How do I know?

All I know is I'm beginning to feel
like a one-legged man...

in an ass-kicking contest.

Are you supposed to be here?
Well, uh...

Lieutenant, you on watch?
No, I'm not on watch.

Then get out!
Yes, sir.

What'd you call me?
"Captain Friendly"?

Look, Paul, whatever I said back there...

Let it go.

- Mickey!
- Coming, sir!

I want those back shined.

Let's go.

[Chuckles]

Cables are free, sir.

How deep was that current layer?

Eleven hundred feet.
Only lasted for a couple of hundred,

but it sure scared the hell out of me.

Well, at least this time
we know it's comin'.

[Bennett On Radio] Snark, this is Bennett.
Do you read me? Over.

Roger, Mother Hen.
This is Baby Chick.

I roger your transmission.
How me?

Oh, give me a shot, will ya?

Sorry, buddy.
There's none left.

[Groaning]

Hey, Jackson.
Hey.

Hey, why don't you hold this for me? Sure.

Thanks.

What would you have done?
What?

Well, if you were on the bridge and you had
radar contact on a collision course...

Danny... I said notify me at 3,000 yards.

Danny, what are you talkin' about?
Well, I can't help thinking...

What-Whatever it is, forget it.

Yes, I know...
Forget it, okay?

Yeah. Sure.

Here, give me a hand.
There you go.

Feels like we're coming down on the layer.

I'm gonna try to
drop it through faster this time.

Okay.

Whew.

[Chuckles]

Slowing. Slowing.
Very nice.

Get on the camera.

All right.

Sonar. Camera.

Have you got anything on your monitor?

[Bennett On Radio] Nothing yet.
Do you have sonar contact?

Sonar contact?
We got nothin' but sonar contact.

Reverberations off these mountains
down here.

We don't have a reading on that, chief.

Why, you no-good, rotten,
complicated son of a...

All right, that's not gonna help.

I'll be damned if I know
what's wrong with it, sir.

Get the wiring diagram.
Right, sir.

Yeah, and a nine-pound sledgehammer.

I know how you feel, chief.
Huh?

Yeah. Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.

Complicated...

Come right about 10 degrees.

A little more.

Bennett, do you see her?
We've found her.

[Gates] Do you see her?

All right. Yes, we do, Gates.
Congratulations.

Jesus Christ!

Are you picking this up?

It's a miracle anybody's alive in there.

Try them again.
Neptune, do you read?

Neptune, do you read?
Over.

Neptune, do you read?
Neptune, do you read? Over.

We'll attempt to make contact.

[Banging]

Sounds like somebody locked in the head.

[Banging Continues]

That came from outside.
They're on the deck.

[Tapping Morse Code] Shh!

"Will clear escape hatch for D.S.R.V."

How about that?

I hope they understood it.

If I did, they did.

Okay, I'm gonna lift her off now.

Okay.

And no physical movement
unless it's absolutely essential.

We do have reserve air in the high pressure
system, but we've gotta conserve it.

We don't know how long
this is gonna take 'em.

I think they're using chopsticks up there.

Why don't you belay that, chief?

Well, it's good occupational therapy.
[Rumbling]

We're gettin' low on juice.
We need a recharge.

Go on auxiliary.
Listen, if we do that, we're all...

Just do it.

We can't go up now.
We'll be finished in half an hour.

Finished is the word, boy.

Pigeon Control, do you read me?
This is Captain Bennett. Over.

[Man On Radio]
Have you loud and clear. Over.

The second I say "go," we want D.S.R.V.
underway. Is that understood? Over.

This is Pigeon. Roger.
We'll be ready. Out.

Come on. Come on.
I'm just checking this power supply.

Just keep goin'.
[Sighs]

[Rumbling] Earth slide!

Bennett, earth slide!

Pull her back!

It's getting worse. [Bennett] We're
reading it here. Bring it up!

No. We've gotta see
what happens to the sub.

[Men Shouting]

Captain!
Captain, we're goin' over!

[Chattering, Groaning]

Holy Christ!
Look how we're lyin'.

[Murphy] They'll never get to us now!
Fowler, check for damages aft.

How much more can we take?
I said check for damage, mister!

Aye, aye, sir.
Murphy!

Get a detail to help up here.

If there's any people hurt back there,
move 'em forward. Aye, aye, sir.

Come left a little.

That's it. Steady up.

[Gates] Are you getting this?

Yes. At that angle,
the D.S.R.V. can't hook up to her,

even if they're still alive.

I'll go and find out. [Bennett] Roger.

Have we got anything left here, Dave?
Not much, sir.

Captain.

Page got 'em all on mattresses, sir.

That's all he can do.
All right.

What else?

I don't know.

I will be damned if I know what else.

If we could just...

apply some high school physics here.

If we could... shift our balance,

then we'd come up right,
or at least upright enough...

to get at that escape hatch.

Our ballast tanks are
above us and below us now, right?

Both of 'em full of water.
Right.

We can still reach
the emergency bypass valves.

We could...
blow the starboard tanks.

That'd let the weight of the water
in the port tanks roll us over.

It's worth a try.
I like it.

What if we can't control how far we roll?

And when we blow the tanks,
we blow our reserve air.

That's right. And we don't know
if it would even work.

It's pure theory.

We don't have many options.
Any.

[Pounding]

[Chuckles] The Avon lady.

We gotta signal 'em what we're gonna do.
McAllister, bring that wrench.

Yes, sir.

[Tapping Morse Code]

[Tapping Stops]
Jesus H. Christ.

Okay, here it is.
It's not too good.

They're down to 37 men now.

The hull and the bulkheads
are still holding.

Their angle is precisely 70 degrees.
7-0.

Roger.
Hey, there's more.

Blanchard thinks that
if he blows his starboard tanks,

the boat may right itself enough so that...

the D.S.R.V. can mate up
with the escape hatch.

Only thing is, he's not sure
whether the tanks are ruptured or not.

Also, he has to use
all his reserve air to blow them.

Over.
Roger. Bring the Snark up.

Sir, we'd just as soon
stay down here with them.

[Bennett] That won't be necessary, Gates.

Sir, we've seen it through this far.

I really think we should stay with it.

We'll come up to 1300 feet, okay?

Gates?

Gates?

Gates?

What's all this "we" stuff?

I don't wanna hurt your image.

Think it'll take it?

[Sighs]

Let's go. I don't want anybody else
in there when I open those valves.

Come on. Everybody out.
Commander.

Come on!

- I'll do it!
- Murphy!

Dave, get out!

Danny, get outta there!

I can't!
I gotta hold these open!

Come on!

Clear out, Paul!

It's too heavy!
You'll never close it from that side!

Help me, you son of a bitch!

Come on, Paul!

[Chattering, Shouting]

[Bennett] Gates, is it working?

Yeah. Yeah, it's turning.

It stopped!

Damn it!

Do you see that, Bennett?

That rock's stopping her.

Yes. She's caught there.
That angle doesn't look good.

No less than 60 degrees.
It won't work.

We're coming up.

What the hell happened?
It's all right.

We-We-We just stopped.
I don't understand right now.

Something's holding us back.

Well, what is it, Captain?
Take it easy.

Sir, what happened back there, sir?

Captain, what happened back there? Captain?

How much air do you calculate
they've got left?

No more than 10 to 12 hours, sir.

Gates?

That mechanical arm on the Snark...

it's fairly versatile, isn't it?

Can it handle explosives?
Handle?

Carry them? Place them?

I guess so.

I was thinking,

if we could blast away
just a section of that rock,

there'd be no more obstruction.

The sub would roll upright,
and the hatch would be cleared.

Captain, your explosion
would cave in the whole submarine.

There would be no one left to rescue.

Not if we use shaped charges.

You see, the blast from a shaped charge...

goes only in one direction.

We could rig it so that
it would blow away from the submarine.

- We have no demolitions team.
- We can get one.

Sir... Don't touch it, chief. It's live.

Okay, Captain.

What you wanna do is very dangerous.

I mean, we're takin' a live charge down
that's all ready to blow,

and it can damn sure go off
when we place it.

Will it be ready soon?
Yes, sir.

But, listen, if it's not placed just right,

we're gonna put one hell
of a hole in that sub.

Well, then, we'll have to place it
just right, won't we, Lieutenant?

I'm with you, sir,
but I'm here to tell you...

it's kind of tricky when you got
earth slides and currents.

You're using a mechanical arm.

Lieutenant, I know you can do it.

After you.

Yes, sir.

Three's a crowd, huh?

Watch it on television, Mickey.

Everything set? Gates,

the men have gotta know what's
happening down there before the blast.

Can you signal them?

They're not gonna believe it.

I'm not sure I do myself.

Hey!
What the hell's that?

What's goin' on? Hey, the batteries...
It's the batteries.

Hey, come on! Put the lights on!
[Voices Overlapping]

All right, fellas, knock it off.
Light the battle lanterns.

Light the battle lanterns.

Here, Danny, hold this.
Comin' through, fellas.

Watch your head, sir.

[Man] You're on my feet. Well, it...

There we go.
All right, hand me that one.

Yeah.
Here you go.

The air's kind of stale already.
You starting to feel drowsy?

[Sighs] Yeah, maybe a little, sir.

[Thumping]

Collins, gangway.
[Tapping Morse Code]

Harris, you getting this?
Yes, sir.

What are they doing, sir?

They're gonna blast away the rock
that's keeping us over at this angle.

That'll let us right ourselves.

Then comes the D.S.R.V.
[Chuckles]

Simple.
They've flipped out.

All right. Take it easy.

Now, listen.
Everybody keep alert.

Really on your toes. That's gonna be one
hell of a big shock wave hitting this boat.

I don't think the door
of that control room back there'll hold.

Chances are we'll lose
the next compartment here too.

Maybe it'll act as a cushion.

All right, secure all loose gear.
Do what you can to protect the injured men.

Remember, the boat will roll to port.

Captain, do you really think this'll work?

[Chuckles] Caruso, what can I tell ya?

It'll either work
or blow us to kingdom come.

All right.

Now move it right up
so the base is flush against that rock.

Easy, Gates.

Why doesn't he shut up?

Yeah. I'm nervous enough as it is.

You're doing great for an amateur.

Thanks, Captain.
I needed that.

[Sighs] Let's get the hell out of here.

Oh, yeah.
That really gets the adrenaline going.

[Chuckles] We all set?

Yeah. All I have to do now...

is push that little plunger up there.

Okay. Bennett, we're comin' up.

All right, stand by to bring Snark aboard.

Charges will be detonated
right after its arrival.

Pass the word to D.S.R.V. They will prepare
to launch one minute after that. Aye, sir.

Now all hands stand alert...

on D.S.R.V. launching stations.

Be prepared to launch on command.

Personnel, take their positions
and await launching signal.

Here we go.
That's it. That's it.

That's it. Come on. Bring her down.
Be ready with the ladder.

Standing by to transfer you
to Pigeon, sir. Thank you.

Do you operate this?
No, sir. Only the lieutenant.

Thanks, Waters.

Bennett, I'm goin' back down.

[Bennett] Gates? I have to.

How else are we gonna know?

All right.
But go easy, will you?

Don't get too close, Captain.
Excuse me, sir. Excuse me.

Come on. Come on.

I gotta get in there first.
Two's a crowd this time, Mickey.

Now, wait a minute.
Just hold it!

Take her down.
Sir!

All right, let's go!

Both the D.S.R.V.
and Snark on this?

Aye, sir.
D.S.R.V., this is Bennett.

Stand by.

Roger. Standing by to launch.

Gates, give yourself a safe margin.

So long as I can see her.

1300, Gates.
That's close enough.

Make it 1400.
I'll throw in an extra pair of pants.

Okay, brace yourself.

Hold on tight.
Get a good grip.

Here we go.
[Sighs]

All right.
Come on.

[Gates] I got her, Captain.
[Bennett] Yes, we see her.

Prepare to detonate.

Waters, this is Bennett.
Stand by for countdown.

Fifteen seconds from mark.

Fourteen, thirteen,

twelve, eleven,

ten, niner, eight,

seven, six,

five, four,

three, two, one.

Execute!

Come on, make it work!
Come on!

It's gotta work!
Come on!

It's going over the edge.
Gates!

No! No! Goddamn it, no!

It's working.

It's working!
They're holding firm.

Launch the D.S.R.V. [Man On Radio] Roger.

Launching underway.

Page, that compartment's flooded, right?

It sure is, Captain.

Let's start getting the badly
injured men up to the escape hatch.

They'll be the first ones out. Come on.
Move it. They'll be here any minute.

Captain, can I take my camera, sir?

Caruso, no personal belon...

Oh, stick it in your shirt.
Come on. Come on.

Be gentle.
One at a time.

One at a time.
That's it. Be careful.

[Chattering Continues]

You the fella that called
for a bucket of chicken?

Yeah. What took you so long?

Hand down the oxygen.

Tell them to move it.
Not too stable here.

Hook those up down there.
All right, shoes off, everybody.

Let's move it. We haven't got all day.
Come on, guys.

Caruso, give me some help.
Fowler, you're in the first load.

But, sir, I think I should be...
All right, knock it off.

That's an order.
Yes, sir.

Easy, son.
Come on. Come on!

Watch his ribs.

[Blanchard] All right.

Keep it moving.

I got ya.
Come on.

Take it easy.

[Man] Man, move it! Come on! Move it!

Pigeon Control, come in.
Over. Pigeon Control.

[Man]
We read you. Over.

Captain Bennett here.
Is the first load coming up yet?

This is Pigeon. The first load of
rescuees to board the D.S.R.V.,

they're lifting off at this time.
[Bennett] Roger.

Let's go!
Okay, let's get those stretchers in here!

Coming through there!

Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey! Hey!
[Cheering]

[Gates] What about the injured, Captain?

[Bennett] They've all been removed
and are being taken care of. Over.

[Gates]
How about the D.S.R.V.?

[Bennett] It's in good shape, Gates.
Everything's on schedule. Over.

[Gates] When will it launch?

[Bennett] It submerged a few minutes ago.
[Gates] Good.

[Bennett] Conditions holding down there?
[Gates] For the moment.

D.S.R.V. in sight.

Let's go, Captain.

All right, hit it.
Let's go. Move it.

She's slippin' off.

Hanson, don't stop! Keep moving! Yes, sir.

Over the ledge.

That's it.
Move it out, boys.

Keep it movin'.

Close it up there.
That's the stuff.

D.S.R.V., get out, fast!

[Blanchard]
All right. Let's go. Let's go.

Come on! Make it!
Come on! Come on!

What are you doing, sir?

It stopped.
Something's holding us. Let's go!

Get outta there!

He can't hear you, sir.

Excuse me. Gates...
[Continues, Indistinct]

[Bell Ringing]

[Man Over P.A.]
Neptune arriving.

Paul.

Welcome aboard, Captain.

Thank you.

Congratulations, sir.
Thanks.

Welcome aboard, Captain.
Welcome aboard, Captain.

Welcome aboard, Captain.
Thanks.

Welcome aboard, Captain.
Welcome aboard, Captain.

Welcome aboard, Captain.
Thank you.

Welcome aboard, Captain.
Thank you.

Welcome aboard, sir.
Thanks.