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That's it, Mr. Thorpe.
Lower it away.

Aye, aye, sir.

Okay, boys, lower away.

Yes, sir, Bill.
Everything's all set outside there...

for the next team comin' down.

First thing you know, you'll be
calling up your real estate boys...

startin' to set up all your factories,
high-rises, the works.

- Start right in polluting?
- Yeah.

- A bonanza of opportunity. - Yeah, for
everybody except swimming pool salesmen.

Here. Rest and recreate, Mack.
You've earned it.

Haven't you learned yet, buddy?

You just can't do both
at the same time.

- How you doing, old man?
- You know a few gray hairs don't count, Doc.

It's what a man has in here.

That's why we're taking
this electrocardiogram.

What's bugging you, Mack?

Stevens.

Oh, yeah.
What are you gonna do, fire him?

I'm afraid I'll have to.

Excuse me, Doc.

But I want this man
taken off my team.

- I'm sorry, Stevens.
- Come on, Mack. So I popped my cork.

One of these days, it's gonna hit somebody.

You're trying to knock me out
of a $100-an-hour job.

No.

Stevens, you just don't have
the temperament for this kind of work.

- It's not up to you, Mack.
- I think it is...

especially when he tried
to hit his buddy with a wrench.

I'm sorry, Stevens.
I'll see ya.

Okay, let's go.

Look, Doc, you make the rules.
It's your word who works down here.

Well, you and Thomas
go up as soon as you're ready.

I'll be on deck tomorrow morning.
We can go over it then.

- See you guys up there.
- Right.

Leah, Don MacKay and
Bob Cousins up in two stages.

Minimum time in decomp
for the test.

Okay, Hal.

Is Dr. Andrews there, Leah?

Bill Bradley wants
some last-minute instructions.

- Dr. Andrews?
- Uh-huh?

Thank you.
Andrews here.

Have Bradley send up some more
manganese nodules, will you, please?

Corporate request for Mr. Shepherd.

Engineer Bradley here.
The corporation has spoken.

I wonder if Einstein
meant his theory of relativity...

to encompass the relativity of beauty?

Has anyone ever observed,
Dr. Andrews...

that you have a very fishy way
of flirting with the ladies?

Decompression chamber two.

The divers are on deck, Dr. Andrews-
Mack and Cousins.

Andrews here.
You two all right?

Yeah, we're okay.
Is this trip really necessary, Doc?

For the test of that
last breathing mixture.

- You waited two stages coming up, right?
- Yeah. We're growing gills.

Be the first in your neighborhood.

Take them down to 50 feet.

We can dispense with
conservative decompression.

Steve?

Take it in easy stages.

Well, I guess maybe I should've
stood up for him more, but-

It wouldn't have made
any difference, Tom.

Mack's right.
He's not cut out for the job.

Yeah, I know. But he was planning
on gettin' married this time up.

- Girl comin' over from England.
- Well, there's no law that says he can't.

- Have a good time ashore.
- Thanks.

These are good.

Leah likes her specimens alive.

Yeah, well, nobody can say
you don't qualify on that count.

Okay, Brad, ease off.

Oh, come on, Hal.
When are you and Leah gonna get together?

As soon as she says yes.

Sometimes, I think I'd be better off
just to forget the whole thing.

See ya up top, fellas.

- Same old headache, Dave?
- Yeah.

Must be quite a mind-bender.

You know, you've popped your weight
in aspirin since your tour began.

Dave?

It's like having a one-man plague.

I keep wanting to ask, hasn't anybody
noticed how slimy the walls are?

The place seems to be getting smaller
all the time.

I can remember when claustrophobia
used to be just a word.

It didn't beat you.
You fought this one to a standstill.

I'll talk to Dr. Andrews
and get him to line up a replacement.

- You can surface right away.
- Some of the stuff I tried, you know?

Transcendental meditation,
deep breathing exercises...

even prayer.

Oh, well. At least I never once
asked to be sent up, huh?

And don't think that won't
go into my report.

Earthquake!
Good God!

Ocean Lab, this is Triton.
Do you hear me?

Ocean lab, come in.

Ocean Lab?
Ocean Lab, do you hear me?

- Sound general quarters!
- Aye, sir!

We've lost contact.
The umbilical cable snapped.

Oh, no.
Two men surfacing-

- Thomas and Stevens.
- Oh, my God!

Attention, Mr. Thorpe.
Launch the dory.

Circle and search.
Two divers were surfacing.

- Aye, aye, sir.
- Urgent, all divers.

Suit up immediately.
Repairship-to-Ocean Lab umbilical line.

What's this all about, Doc?

We've lost contact
with the Ocean Lab.

There's been an earthquake.

- We're going back down. Check us out.
- You're not ready yet!

Oh, the hell we're not!

- I'm going too.
- Leah, Leah.

Listen to me. It's too dangerous
without propulsion vehicles.

- Mr. Thorpe?
- Hal and I have been a team from the very beginning.

My dear, I know how you feel-

Well, then you know why
I can't stay up here.

MacKay and Cousins are going down too.
Assign all three to one team.

Be careful you don't go too deep.

Thanks, Mack.

- Divers away.
- Aye, aye, sir.

Get more divers over, fast.

Aye, aye, sir.
Suiting up now.

It's gone. It's gone!

What did she say?

Nothing but
broken wires and cables.

Leah, are there
pieces of the habitat...

the pressure chamber,
anything from inside?

Pieces offering...

anchor cables
some surveying gear.

Nothing from inside so far.

Had any signs of a hatch?

A-A-A broken port?

No. It's as if
the entire Ocean Lab was swept away.

I'm gonna go deeper and check.

Newfoundland, sir.

Atoll. Atoll, Newfoundland. Earthquake.

- 7.5 Richter earthquake.
- Send a Mayday, Briggs.

Advise Halifax we've lost Ocean Lab.

Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!
Halifax, this is Triton.

Whiskey-Zulu-Quebec-8-8-7-1 .
Over.

Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!
Halifax, this is Triton.

Tidal wave affirmative. This is Glace Bay.

- Mayday! Mayday!
- Tidal wave affirmative..

We have a cruiser arriving
Sydney 0-6, 2300. Over.

You'd better grab this one, Lieutenant.
We've got a Mayday from the Triton now.

Go ahead, Triton.
This is Halifax Day Officer. Over.

Halifax, this is Triton.
We're at fixed position...

at latitude 35 degrees,
45 minutes north...

longitude 57 degrees,
40 minutes west.

We've experienced undersea earthquake...

and have lost contact with Ocean Lab.

Repeat: Have lost contact with Ocean Lab.
Divers unable to locate. Over.

You are over Muir Seamount.
How far down was your equipment?

Less than 250 feet
right on top of the guyot.

Now, we must have
submersible rescue craft.

Ocean Lab has rescue hatches.
Over.

Yes, sir. If she was thrown eastward by
the quake, you could be in serious trouble.

She could've gone into the abyss.
That's inaccessible. Or imploded.

We think our Sea Lab is intact.

They've only got breathing mix
for seven days.

Repeat: Seven days. Less
if they panic. Over.

Captain, you've got to
understand our problem.

All ships in this area
are on rescue service.

What about the company
that made Sea Lab? They

must have other submersibles
that could help.

Good thought. We'll contact them.

- Lieutenant?
- Hold on.

Captain, submarine Onindaga
is available and proceeding to you.

- They just picked up your Mayday.
- This is Triton.

Roger. Good man. Send him along
as fast as you can. Over and out.

I'll pick those flowers.

She's gone too deep, Doctor.

You're not flowers.

Leah.
Leah, listen to me.

You are below your pressure limit.

Look at the color.

She's getting narcosis.
Where are the companion divers?

- Leah?

- Leah, now, listen to me.
You are too deep.

Swim up- UP-

Captain Williams...

they're bringing Dr. Jansen
aboard now, sir.

- How do you feel, Leah?
- Oh!

You'll survive.

Captain!

Two floaters comin' alongside
in the day.

In you go, Leah.
I'll keep you posted every minute.

- Who are they?
- Thomas and Stevens.

Leah?

It was Thomas and Stevens.

Halifax, this is Onindaga.

Over.

Onindaga, this is Halifax. Go ahead.

Slow ahead together.

Captain.

Area of seamount unstable.
Aftershocks frequent.

No signal or pinger detected
in, uh, 42 hours of search.

Magnetometer's negative.
Bottom scanners negative.

You have traversed the Muir Seamount
how many times now?

This'll be coming up
to three full passes.

All that's left is to
start down into the trough.

Negative. The area's too unstable.

Starboard three!

I'm sorry, Doc.

- Come in, Mack. Come in.
- Thank you.

I was, uh, just dozing, I guess.

- Waiting is sure hell, isn't it?
- Oh!

Awful.

Coffee, Doc?

No, I-l don't think so.
Thank you, Mack.

Triton, this is Onindaga.
How do you hear me?

This is Triton. Hear you loud and clear.

Captain, I've got Triton.

We've completed our search.

The results are negative
after four days, 11 hours.

We request your permission
to leave the area.

We regret having been
unable to help you.

We think Neptune two
is better equipped as a search vessel.

We hope it arrives soon.
Wish you the best of luck.

Best of luck to you too, Captain.

We thank you.
You did all you could.

- Welcome to Canada, Commander Blake.
- Ex-commander.

Haven't had a uniform on in four years.

Well, I'm Norton Shepherd,
Triton Enterprises.

Uh, no coat?

I left it at home in Atlanta.

- How is it down there?
- Warmer.

- Well, we'll be flown to the disaster site.
- Uh-huh.

Neptune's on its way.

Yeah, well, I hope those people
on the Triton...

- aren't expectin' any miracles.
- Ah, but they are.

- This is very bad timing, Mr. Shepherd.
- Why? ls something wrong?

Well, the Neptune,
it's had a complete overhaul...

but hasn't had a sea trial yet.

Well, I'll tell you.
If fit does spring a leak...

you'll be the first to know.

Well, when you're workin' a mile down,
you don't spring a leak, Mr. Shepherd.

You implode.
No survivors, no remains.

How'd you like to cruise up
to the yacht club in that?

Hmm.

At 120 meters
there is considerable debris...

here at the lab site.

Now, our divers have been
as deep as equipment permitted...

and the navy submarine
has worked the slope of the seamount...

to, uh, 500 meters.

Our problem is strictly
one of time.

If the pressure hull is still intact...

there's life support remaining,
oh, I'd say...

for just under 48 hours.

Doctor, I'm sure
this has occurred to all of you...

but if someone were still alive in the Ocean
Lab, wouldn't he have activated a pinger?

- May I answer that, Dr. Andrews?
- Please do, Leah.

Commander, because of
its size, the navy sub

couldn't possibly have
cruised low enough...

to see if the lab had fallen
into a fissure or a deep growth.

As for a pinger...

we all know that sound underwater
is scattered by obstacles-

by fish, by rocks, by plankton.

And in spite of what you see here, the top
of the seamount is really very rugged.

I'm aware of all that, Doctor.

Commander!

Your submersible...

can cruise into areas
that sub could never go.

If your Ocean Lab
did go into the trench...

no ordinary pinger would be operative
at that, uh, pressure.

But we have no proof either way.

As long as that clock says
there's still hope, we've got to try.

We have 47 hours
51 minutes, 26 second's.

No argument, Doctor.
We'll try, all right.

But just for the record,
the purpose of this dive...

is to find and photograph proof of
the loss of the environmental structure...

for the insurance underwriter.

Good God, man!

There are three men down there
who may still be alive.

- Now, let's get our priorities in order.
- Oh, come-

The Neptune has not had
a sea trial since its overhaul.

There's also a danger
of aftershocks, landslides.

Now, I don't know
your three friends...

but I will know the men
who are diving with me in the Neptune...

and they are my responsibility.

And whenever there's a choice...

their safety comes first.

Now, Captain, I would like
to meet my crew. Excuse me.

Ready the hoist.

- Medium oxygen mixer.
- Medium oxygen mixer. Check.

Lighting control circuit.

Lighting control circuit.
Check.

- Stern access.
- Stern access. Check.

Bottom scanner.

Bottom scanner. Check.

- D.C. Load generator.
- D.C. Load generator. Check.

CO, detector.

- CO, detector. Check.
- All right, let's take her down.

Muir Seamount coming up.

I'm gonna see if
I can get some pictures.

Holding at dead slow.

Neptune to Triton. Neptune to Triton.

- Come in, please.
- Come in, Mack.

We're approaching the site,
Dr. Andrews.

We're startin' to take photographs.

That site was damn close
to that slope.

It's almost as though somebody
was lookin' for trouble.

We were lookin' for trouble.

Believe it or not, we were trying
to determine what causes earthquakes.

Plus, the full ecology shtick-

biological research,
sediment sampling.

Tests and evaluation of
navigation and homing devices...

deepwater fishing and farming,
full-scale housing.

'Cause all God's children
gotta have food and a place to live.

Cruising at 100 meters.

Cruising, 100 meters.

- Right, Mack.
- Log time and depth as he gives it.

- Aye, sir.
- Now, Mr. Shepherd...

I'll show you just about
where they are now.

They're getting nearer here.

Descending, Dr. Andrews.

Three knots.

Aftershock.

Sounds like a hailstorm.

Neptune to Triton.

Neptune to Triton.
Do you hear? Over. We've lost contact.

Neptune, do you hear me?

- Sharp aftershock.
- Mack, Cousins, come in!

Neptune to Triton.
Do you hear me? Over.

- Easin' up any?
- Not yet.

Look at that stuff.
It's gettin' heavier.

Neptune. Neptune, come in, please.

Can you hear me, Neptune.

If you do get contact,
order them up.

Full port thruster.

Full port thruster.

- How's she handlin'?
- Can't get her away from that damn cliff.

Ease back on the port thruster.

Easin' back on the port thruster.

I think she's clear.

Neptune to Triton. Neptune to Triton.
Come in, please.

Neptune to Triton. Neptune.

Oh, come on, fellas.
Get off the line, will ya!

- Doggone fish.
- Repeat?

- Leah!
- Will you repeat?

- Is that you, Mack?
- Yeah, this is Mack.

- We're doin' just fine.
- Excuse me.

Commander Blake.

Blake here.

350 meters.
Surveying slope. Over.

Dr. Andrews expects more aftershocks,
Some Severe.

Strongly recommend you surface.
Over.

Repeat:
Suggest you abort the dive. Over.

Negative. We've just gone through
a river of sand.

Avoiding cliffs and danger spots.

I'm continuing the dive.

Thanks, Skipper.

No gung ho gesture intended, gentlemen.

I wanna find what I came for.

But if this dive gets any stickier...

I'll abort it fast.

You can count on it.

Huh.

Hey, Skipper, can you hold it here?
I think I picked up something.

Come here, will ya?

Hold it on 1 -5-3.

- I'm gonna go out and take a look.
- Right.

It's metal, all right.

It's below us and maybe
a little to port, Mack.

Okay.

We're locked on it.

- See him?
- Yeah, I see him.

Damn ocean's a junkyard.

Triton, this is Neptune.

- Do you hear me?
- Go ahead, Neptune. Yes, we hear you.

We are discontinuing our search.

Received your message.

We'll try again tomorrow.

Shouldn't take no more than 10, 12 hours
to recharge our batteries.

Negative.
All we can do now is go deeper.

How do you think we would have
stood up under that sand avalanche...

with another 500 feet of water
on top of us?

Yeah, but that was
in that narrow canyon.

- The farther out we go in the trench-
- The less there is to see.

Unless you look straight down.

And I'm afraid that's just where
the Ocean Lab is.

And if it's that far down,
it's imploded.

I'm sorry, gentlemen.

That's it.

Triton, this is Neptune. Stand by.
We have extremely low battery voltage.

What time do you estimate
breaking surface?

We're on auxiliary batteries now.

Estimate surfacing-

Thirty-three minutes, sir.

- Thirty-three minutes.
- Hold it down!

Listen to that!

An echo, Mr. MacKay.
Inversion layer.

No. Not on this wavelength, Commander.
And not on a keel-fixed transponder.

I am familiar with the equipment,
Mr. MacKay. I supervised its installation.

Well, good. Then I can talk in shorthand.
We're going up, right?

- Right.
- Inversion layers are fixed.

Listen to that.
There is no Doppler effect.

Triton, this is Neptune.

I am halting the ascent
for further investigation. Will advise.

In view of your power situation,
suggest you-

Will advise.

It's something.

I don't know. It's awfully weak.

There are six sets of conditions
that could create that sound...

all of them natural, not man-made.

Yeah, but you heard it too, Commander.

Mack, take a look down here!

Those imprints in the sand-
by the sea growth. Do you see them?

Bring it around to port
a little, will ya?

There it is coming up here now.
Look at the imprints in the sand.

We had an earthquake, Mr. MacKay.

Yeah, but it could've been made
by the Ocean Lab.

I am running out of time
and power and patience.

Now we are resuming our ascent.

Pictures then!

I'll circle once and then surface.
You better take 'em on the run, mister.

Activate that.

There. There. Now, those markings
could've been made by the Ocean Lab.

If the lab slid by that area...

it would have left
far more disturbance than that.

Look there.

Flora not found at that depth.

I believe it's a species of Macrocystis...

we were cultivating
at the Ocean lab site.

I believe you're right, Leah.

There's no other way
that specimen could get there...

unless the Ocean Lab dragged it.

Now take a good look
at that rock wall. Vertical.

And what do you think would happen
if we close on that wall...

during another aftershock?

We've got friends down there. Any risk is
worthwhile, and we're running out of time.

Panic and time
are inseparables, Doctor.

Now why don't you try
Looking at this situation...

with a scientific detachment?

Doctor.

I don't mean to be unkind.

Uh, you are involved with Dr. Hamilton,
is that correct?

Yes, Commander, that is correct.

And so much for your
scientific detachment.

There is a way of going down
that would, uh...

lessen the danger,
if you'll agree.

You could dive tethered
using the bridle and cable.

Aw, tethered-
like a dog on a leash.

It would cut way down
on our range.

Well, you can see a long way through
those ports. It's better than nothing.

You wanted insurance. Now you've got it.

There's plenty of cable. The equipment's
good, so there's no problem.

All right.
To the end of the cable.

But I want someone on board who can
make an accurate, scientific evaluation...

of that damn piece of seaweed.

Dr.Jansen is the authority in that field.

I would have bet on it.

All right, hand me up
the tether hook.

Okay.

Tether attached. Hoist away.

Neptune to Triton.

We have nothing on the bottom
or the side scanners, Dr. Andrews. Over.

Understand your search is negative. Over.

I heard it again.
Did you hear that, Dr. Andrews?

You probably picked up
the thin beam of a scattered sound.

No, it's the pinger. I'm sure.

Well, what about the visual?
The-The bottom? The displaced growth?

Not a thing. Nothing yet.

Leah, take a look at this.

Now, that growth right down there-
You see it?

I can't tell from here.
Let's move closer.

Oh, no.
We're at the end of our cable now.

Isn't there anyway to get in
so I can get a better look?

And if you did make a positive
identification, what would that prove?

That somebody passed
this area on the way down.

Down is a hell of a long way.

You're quitting.

We made an agreement.
We struck out.

Get your hands away from there!

- Take the controls.
- Got it.

Main power port.
Main power starboard.

- Full starboard thruster.
- Full starboard thruster.

- Flooding the port ballast tank.
- Bottom pressure's okay.

- Full port thruster.
- Full port thruster.

Flooding the main
starboard ballast tank.

Comin' in on an even keel.

Port and starboard thrusters full.

Reduce speed to dead slow.

Reducing speed to dead slow.

Maintain course.

Do you know what you did, lady? You know
what the pressure is at this depth?

And do you know what could
have happened if we'd gone deeper?

We would have been crushed
like an egg!

Oh, come on, Skipper.
We're loose now.

The hell with playing it safe.

Okay. We're in this together.

But I want you all to remember:

I anyone of us goofs,
we have had it.

Understood?

Neptune to Triton.
I have released the cable.

I'm investigating further.

- Coffee, Skipper?
- No, thanks.

- Mack?
- Oh, thanks, Bob.

- No, thanks.
- Dr.Jansen?

Yes?

Is this close enough for you?

It's Macrocystis. I'm certain.

Look at that. That Ocean Lab
must have gone down into that fissure.

I think we better go down
and have a look...

before that seawall
winds up in our lap.

Hey, look! Those yellow marks.

Then they did come this way.

Three-second pulse.

Very narrow band.

I'm sure it's the pinger.

Hey, hey, look at that!

Take a look at this coming up.

You see that?
Broken right off at the top.

Hovering.

Mack, get over here.

- What's the matter?
- Help me out with these controls.

Hey. We're caught in a current.

I never felt one
at this depth before.

We'll put her at full ahead.

I'm at full ahead.

Hey, hey, Skipper!
Watch it! We're gonna hit!

Check for damage.

Pressure's holding.

- Check the lock-out chamber.
- They're still not answering.

Lock-out chamber's okay.

I think we're coming out of it.

Just like that.

Yep. Just like that.

Hey, Skipper, swing it around
the port a little, will you?

Incredible.

Listen.

That's a ping, all right.
And it's on automatic.

But where the hell are they?

In all my days of diving,
I've never seen anything like this.

Look at the size of this stuff.

The light is iridescent.

At this depth, that's phenomenal.

Circle until we find that sound again.

This is fantastic.

It's coming in again.

E.D.O. is only 1 -5-O-7-5.

Why, hell, that puts them
Less than 300 meters away from us.

Anything on the bottom scanner?

- Bottom scanner's negative.
- What about sonar?

Variable.

Nothing.

Not a trace.

- They've only got about two hours' life support left.
- Maybe less.

Not much hope.

What's the outside temperature?

That's strange. The deeper we go,
the hotter it's getting.

You know, there could be
some volcanic activity deep down.

Hmm. Maybe that explains
the size of that stuff out there.

But where is that lab?

What's that sound?

- Dr.Jansen.
- Holding.

You know what they are?

Yes. They're all familiar.

But they're huge.

Well, they look harmless enough.

- Let's keep going, Mack.
- Right, Skipper.

Cousins, you better get
yourself something to eat.

Depth-3-O-7 meters.

And those jawfish!

The ones I've seen have only
been two inches long. Look at them!

There's something
we ought to be thinking about.

When are we gonna be willing
to call it quits?

We got 90 minutes'
battery power left.

We're gonna need half of that
to get to the surface.

Let's go the limit.

Okay.

- Hold it right here.
- Holding.

Magnetic reading.
Metal object right below us.

You wanna take over, Skipper?
I'll go out and take a look-see.

- Careful.
- Right.

I've got it too. And it's close.

Mack. Watch yourself.
There's some big game out there.

Just keep that hatch close.

Any sign of him?

Nothin'.

Man!
Did you see that?

What, Mack?

Never mind.
Hey, Bob.

This piece is definitely
off the Ocean Lab.

Looks like a piece offering
off an outside locker.

We're getting out of here.
Man your stations.

- Anything?
- No, sir.

Oh.

Are you sure you know
how to work that bloody thing?

Yes, sir.

I'm sorry, lad. Sorry.

Damn it.

According to my figures...

they've just run out of life support
in the Ocean Lab.

Ooh, I pray to God I'm wrong.

- Get out of here, boy.
- Hold on.

Give it all you got.

Full thruster.

Listen to that thing.

- Trigger fish.
- Where?

I never knew one of those things
to be friendly.

We better play dead.

- There he is.
- Stay away from that port.

- Get over! Get over!
- Don't move.

Stay away, boy.
Stay away.

- Get out of here. Go on.
- Shh.

Think we should move on?

No, no, no, no.
Don't move it.

He'll ram us for sure.

Son of a gun.

- He's coming at us again!
- Hold on!

Cousins, get over here.
Mack, emergency power.

Right.

No power, no control, nothing!

Let's hope she settles
on an even keel.

Mack, give me a hand here.

- What's that noise?
- Catfish. We're in a school of' em.

Well, it's still hot.

We're approaching the bottom.

Ah, you rascal!

Let's try this.

Now try it.

Nothin'.

Look.

- Hey.
- Yeah?

- Looks like the voltage regulator's gone.
- It's one of the ICs.

- Got a spare?
- Component box.

He's pushing us.

Hey.

All right, try it now, Mack.

Stand by.

Cousins, I'll take over.

We're goin' over!

No sign of the pinger.

We have 15 percent power left.

I'm sorry, but we have to surface.

Let's take her upstairs.

Listen.

That's got to be close.

Let's go get 'em.

It's in the Ocean Lab.

It has to be.

I hope so too.

There it is! Over to port!

Oh, my God.

No sign of anyone.

The hatches have blown.
Maybe they're using their reserve tanks.

Can't we circle the area?

We sure can.

There they are-1 :00.

They're alive.

Those eels-They've got 'em trapped.

Maybe we can draw 'em off.

Cousins.

They're low on air.
Hamilton and Bradley are buddy breathing.

Moulton's drawing the eels off.

He's trying to help
the others get away.

God! The eels!
They're attacking Moulton!

Cousins, we've got two of them-

Bradley and Hamilton.

That's great, Skipper.

- Let's take her upstairs.
- Yes, sir.