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Sixty knots? No way, Barnes. The Reds don't have anything that fast.

Checked it twice. I mean, it's a real unique signature...

no cavitation, no reactor noise.

It doesn't even sound like screws.

What the hell is it?

I'll tell you what it's not. It's not one of ours.

Sir, contact changing to heading 2-1-4,

Speed:

Eighty knots.

Eighty knots,

Still diving, Depth, 900...

Still diving. Depth, 900 feet.

Port clearance, 150 feet from the cliff wall, sir.

- It's getting tight in here. - Yeah?

We can still give 'em a haircut.

Helm, come right to 0-6-niner, down five degrees.

Coming right 0-6-niner, down five degrees, aye,

Port side clearance, 120 feet. Narrowing to 75.

Sir, we have a proximity warning light.

It's too damn close. We gotta back off.

Sir, range to contact, 200,

Contact just jinked to bearing 2-6-0 and accelerated to...

to 130 knots, sir.

Nothin' goes 130.

Sir, range to contact, 100 yards.

Eighty yards, sir!

Sixty!

It's turbulence. We're in its wake.

Helm, all stop. Full right rudder.

Hydraulics failure. Planes not responding, sir.

Hydraulics restored, sir.

Oh, my God.

Collision alarm! Collision alarm!

Fire control to sonar!

Let's get out of here!

- Lighten her up, Charlie! - Torpedo room is flooded, sir!

Blow all tanks! Blow all the tanks! Blow everything!

- All back full! - Answering. All back full.

Give me a damage report. What's our depth?

Passing 1,400, sir.

Main's forward tanks are ruptured!

Still descending, sir,

1,450.

Passing 1,500, sir.

Still descending,

We're too deep to pump auxiliary.

- Passing 1,650, Still descending, sir, - We're losin' her.

- Passing 1,600, and still descending, - Launch the buoy.

- Passing 1,650, Passing 1,700, sir, - Launching!

Benthic Explorer, Salvor 1 on final.

Copy you, Salvor 1, This is Benthic Explorer.

You're cleared to land.

Hey. They're coming.

- This, uh, could get pretty ugly. - Yeah.

It does not look good at all,

Oh, no. Look who's with 'em.

Queen bitch of the universe,

Sonny, how you doing?

I got two more welds on this bypass valve.

No light from the surface, How deep are they?

- McBride? - 1,700 feet.

I need them to go below 2,000.

No problem. They can do that.

So that's it?

You just cheerfully turn the whole thing over to the goon squad?

Look, I was told to cooperate. I'm cooperating.

Kirkhill, you're pathetic.

Get Brigman on the line.

Hippy, get me Bud.

Catfish. Get them old buns up here and give me a hand.

Hang on, I'll be up there in a second,

You guys are milkin' that job.

It's 'cause we love freezin' our butts off out here for you so much.

- Hey, Bud! - Yeah?

Hippy's on the bitch box.

It's a call from Topside. Benthic company man.

- Kirkhill? - Yeah.

That guy don't know his butt from a rat hole.

Harry, do me a favor. Square away this mud hose.

Get rid of these empty sacks. This place is startin' to look like my apartment.

You got it, boss.

Bud, pick up the topside line, urgent,

I'm comin'. I'm comin'. Geez, keep your panty hose on.

Brigman here.

Yeah, Kirkhill, what's goin' on?

At 0922 local time today,

an American nuclear submarine, the USS Montana,

with 156 men aboard went down about 22 miles from here.

- Damn. - Been no contact with the sub since,

The cause of the incident is not known,

Your company's authorized the Navy's use of this facility for a rescue operation,

Code name. "Operation Salvor,"

- You want us to search for the sub? - No. We know where it is.

But she's in 2,000 feet of water and we can't reach her.

We need divers to enter the sub and search for survivors, if any.

Don't you guys have your own stuff for this kind of thing?

By the time we get our rescue submersibles, storm front will be on us.

You can get your rig in under the storm and be on site in 15 hours,

and that makes you our best option.

Why should we risk our butts for something like this?

I have been authorized to offer special bonuses...

equivalent to three times normal dive pay.

Yes, sir, buddy!

Hell, for triple time, I'd eat Beanie.

They could set me on fire and put me out with horse piddle.

I don't know what kind of deal you made with the company, but my people are not qualified.

- We're oil workers. - This is a paycheck, man!

Shut up! Hold it down.

This is Lieutenant Coffey.

He'll transfer down to you with a SEAL team and supervise the operation.

You can send down whoever you like, but I'm the tool pusher on this rig,

and when it comes to the safety of these people, there's me and then there's God, understand?

If things get dicey, I'm pullin'the plug,

I think we're all on the same wavelength, Brigman.

Now, let's get the wellhead uncoupled, shall we?

All right, let's get ready to move.

Let's take it about five degrees left, all right?

Roger. Five degrees left, Bud.

Plot these numbers to our position. I need to know when...

Well, it's official, sports fans. They're calling it Hurricane Frederick.

And it's gonna be making our lives real interesting in a few hours.

Fred, huh? I don't know, man,

I think hurricanes should be named after women, don't you?

- I can't believe you're letting them do this. - Hi, Linds.

I thought you were in Houston.

I was. Now I'm here.

- Only here isn't where I left it, is it, Bud? - Wasn't up to me.

Jesus! We were that close to proving a submersible drilling platform could work.

- I can't believe you let them grab my rig! - Your rig?

I designed the damn thing.

And Benthic Petroleum paid for it, so as long as they're holding the pink slip,

I go where they tell me.

I had a lot riding on this, and they bought you, didn't they?

More like rented you cheap!

I'm switchin' off now. Bye-bye.

Oh, okay, Virgil, you wiener! You never could stand up to a fight.

Bye-bye.

Virgil?

God, I hate that bitch.

Probably shouldn't have married her then, huh?

Try to get it settled!

Roger, Cab 3, You're clear to launch,

- Hang on, gentlemen. - She's clear!

Touchdown. Crowd goes wild.

Explorer, this is Cab 3. We are styling.

- How are you boys doing back there? - Great.

Explorer, this is Cab 3 starting our descent along the umbilical.

- Roger that, Cab 3, Good luck, - Luck is not a factor.

#And I've been from Tucson to Tucumcari #

#Tehachapi to Tonopah #

# Driven every kind of rig that's ever been made #

# Driven the back roads so I wouldn't get weighed ##

Deep Core, Deep Core, this is Cab 3 on final approach,

Roger, Cab 3. Is that you, Lindsey?

None other.

Oh, no.

Howdy, boys. Hey, Lindsey. I'll be damned.

Y'all shouldn't be down here, sweet thing, Might ruin your stockings,

The bad news is we got eight hours in this can blowing down,

and the worse news is it's gonna take us three weeks to decompress later.

We've all been fully briefed, Mrs. Brigman.

Just don't call me that, okay? I hate that.

All right. Well, what would you like us to call you?

"Sir"?

Okay, here we go.

Y'all start equalizin'... now.

Let's watch each other closely for signs of H.P.N.S.

High Pressure Nervous Syndrome... muscle tremors, usually in the hands first,

- nausea, increased excitability... - Disorientation...

#And a partridge in a pear tree ##

About one person in 20 can't handle it.

They just go "buggo. "

Look, they've all made runs to this depth. They're checked out.

I understand that. What I'm saying is that it's impossible...

to predict just who's susceptible...

They're checked out.

- These guys are SEALs? - Yeah. These guys ain't so tough.

I've fought guys plenty tougher than them.

Now we get to hear how you could have been a contender?

- Hey! You see this? - Yeah,

They used to call this "the Hammer. "

Wow.

Y'all are done to a turn and ready to serve.

Everybody okay?

- They're really very sweet. - Oh, yeah.

Hey! I don't remember putting a wall here. How you doing, Jammer?

- Pretty good. How are you, little lady? - I'm okay.

- I want a full check on that gear. - Yes, sir.

- These guys are about as much fun as a tax audit. - You got that right.

Hippy, you're gonna give that rat a disease,

Hi, Linds,

Well, well. Mrs. Brigman.

Not for long.

You never did like being called that, did you?

Not even when it meant something.

- Is that One Night in Flatbed? - Yeah. Who else?

- Here. Say hi. - Hey, One Night, it's Lindsey.

Oh, hi, Lindsey.

So, what are you doing down here, hot rod?

You need me. Nobody knows the systems on this rig better than I do.

Once you're disconnected from Explorer, you are on your own for how long this storm lasts.

What if something was to happen after surface support clears? What would you have done?

You're right. Us poor, dumb old boys might've had to think for ourselves.

It could have been a disaster.

- Wanna know what I think? - Jesus, look where this thing is set.

- You wanna know what I think? - Not particularly.

- I think you were worried about me. - Then that must be it.

Seriously, I think you were. Come on.

It's okay. You can admit it.

I was worried about the rig. I've got four years invested in this project.

Yeah. You only had three years invested in me.

Well, you have to have priorities.

Oh, shit.

I'm cuttin' you loose, Bud.

One Night, stay clear, We're settin'her down,

Touchdown!

This is us. We're sitting right on the edge of the Cayman Trough.

This is the Montana,

300 meters away, 70 meters below us.

We think she slid down the wall, and now sits here on this outcropping.

So we're gonna have to drop straight down here.

This tell us how much radiation we're gettin'?

- I'm not going near radiation. No way! - Aw, Hippy, you pussy.

What good is the money? Six months later, your dick drops off.

What is your problem, huh?

On this dive, you'll do absolutely nothing...

without direct orders from me, and you'll follow those orders without discussion.

Is that clear?

All right,

I want everyone finished, prepped and ready to get wet in 15 minutes.

Keep it coming.

Keep it coming.

- Hippy, throw me one of them cyalumes, please. - Yeah, sure.

- Good. Good. - Excuse me.

- What is all this stuff? - Fluid-breathing system. We just got them.

- You use it when you go really deep. - How deep?

- Deep. - How deep?

It's classified. Anyway, you breathe liquid so you can't get compressed.

- The pressure doesn't get you. - You mean you got liquid in your lungs?

- Oxygenated fluorocarbon emulsion. - Bullshit.

Check this out.

- Can I borrow your rat? - What are you doin'?

- Hey, no, no, no. - You're gonna kill her!

- It's okay. I've done this myself. - Are you just drownin' her?

She's gonna be fine.

I've breathed this myself. It's gonna be fine.

No, man. She's gonna drown! Look! She's freakin' out!

- Just going through a normal adjustment period, - Does this look normal to you?

- She's gonna drown! - He's taking the fluid into his lungs,

He's taking the fluid into his lungs.

There he goes. There's a bit of anxiety here.

Now he's starting to relax, He's breathing fine,

See his chest moving? He's getting plenty of oxygen,

Ha, Damn rat's breathin'that shit,

That is no bullshit, hands down, the goddamnedest thing I ever saw.

See, the fluid's harder to push in and out than air.

It's a little more work to breathe, but he's doing fine,

- He's diggin' it. - She's doin' it. She ain't diggin' it.

Let her out now. Now!

Okay. All right.

Okay, now we let the fluid drain from his lungs.

All right. Give her here. Give her. Give her.

Here's your rat.

- See? He's fine, - It's a she.

Going over the wall.

Going over the wall.

Coming to bearing 0-6-5.

Flatbed, you on line?

10-4, Lindsey, We read you loud and clear,

Starting our descent. Divers, how you doin'?

Everybody's okay so far.

Hang on, boys. It's all downhill from here.

Hey, how deep's the drop-off here?

This here's a bottomless pit, baby... two-and-a-half miles straight down.

Cab 3, it's Bud, You on-line?

Cab 3, check. I'm right behind you.

Cab 1, do you see it yet?

Magnetometer's twitching, but I don't see anything yet.

Hang on. I want to test my strobes.

Cab 1, do you have a visual?

- Cab 1, do you copy? - Yeah.

Roger that. Found it.

Cab 1, radiation readings,

Neutron counter's not showing much.

All right. Just continue forward and along the hull.

Copy that. Continuing forward. You want me to get shots of everything, yes?

Roger that, Document as much as you can, but please keep moving,

Remember, we're on a tight time line.

Copy that.

Coming up to the midship's hatch. Do you see it, Cab 3?

Yeah, roger. I got it.

- How do you want me? - Just hold above it,

- Roger. Holding. - Okay, it's all yours, Lieutenant,

All right, A-team. Let's do it.

Okay, Perry, Hippy, let's get that R.O.V. Launched.

Okay, we're on it, boss. Go.

Little Geek is on the case,

Monk here, sir.

We got the midship's outer hatch open.

Goin' in.

- Coffey, these are the missile hatches, right? - That's right,

Looks like a couple of the hatches have sprung. Radiation's nominal.

Warheads must still be intact.

- How many are there? - 24 trident missiles. 8 MI RVs per missile.

That's 192 warheads, Coffey.

- How powerful are they? - Your MI RV is a tactical nuke.

50 kilotons nominal yield,

say, five times Hiroshima.

- Just set it down here, - Copy that,

There's a breach in the pressure hull. That's where we go in.

- We're solid. - Let's go.

All right. Let's go.

Okay, let's just take it slow and easy goin' in.

Don't take any chances.

Where are we, Coffey?

This is the forward berthing compartment. This way.

Come on. Let's keep up.

All right. Up this way to the control center.

- It's jammed. Give me a hand. - Get up here with that pry bar.

It's moving! Pull!

Jesus!

All right. We knew we were gonna see this. Just move on.

Come on, Jammer. Let's go.

Okay, let's stay cool,

Everybody stay cool.

We can't help these guys, but we might find somebody further in.

- Hey, Jammer. You okay? - Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

How you guys doin'?

- I'm dealin'. - Triple time sounded like a lot of money, Bud. It ain't.

We're here. Let's get 'er done.

Brigman, take your men and continue aft.

Split up into two teams.

Come on. Let's get moving. We head back in 14 minutes.

Let's go.

- You still with me, Jammer? - Where are we?

Missile compartment. Those are the launch tubes.

Shit! Shit, shit, shit!

Hey, Jammer.

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! You okay?

Deep and slow, big guy.

Deep and slow. Just breathe easy.

Everybody's dead! They're all dead.

- I'm taking you back out. Let's go. - No!

I'm okay. I'm okay.

- I just can't go any further in. - Okay, Jammer. No problem. You stay right here.

I've got to check out this compartment, all right?

We'll stay in voice contact. You hold on the end of this rope here.

- You have any problem whatsoever, you tug twice. - I got it.

Pull it hard. Five more minutes. Just relax. You'll be okay.

- Okay. - Be right back.

You still readin' me okay, big guy?

Read you fine, Bud,

Okay, just a few more minutes.

There's a couple compartments up ahead that might have air.

- Okay, no problem, - We got to be sure, right?

Hang on, Jammer, You just hold on to that...

Shit! Bud?

Bud, can you hear me? Bud? Bud?

Goddamn it!

Oh, Jesus!

Bud, is that you?

Hang on, Jammer.

Lew, Cat, hurry up! On the double!

I'm on my way,

Jammer!

- What's the problem? - He's convulsing!

It's his mixture. Too much oxygen.

Got to get the O-2 cut down! Turn him over!

Crank it down, man! You're losin' him!

All right. We got to get him out of here. Let's go. Let's move it.

Easy, big fella. That's it.

One Night, do you see the divers? Are they out yet?

Negative, Lindsey. Haven't seen hide nor hair.

Let's give them two minutes more max, and then I'll sound a diver recall...

Lindsey, do you copy?

Meet me at Flatbed. This is a diver emergency. Linds, do you copy?

Uh, yeah, copy you, Bud. L-I'm on my way.

Look, I'm just a medic, which is mostly about patchin' holes.

This type of thing, it's... There's not much I can do.

A coma could last hours or days.

So you didn't get anything on the cameras.

No. I didn't get a picture of it.

- What about the video? - No.

We lost power right then. Look, I just don't want to talk about this, okay?

Fine. Be that way.

Look, I don't know what I saw, Bud, okay?

Coffey wants to call it a Russian submersible, fine, it's a Russian submersible.

- No problem. - Yeah, but you think it was somethin' else.

What? One of ours?

- No. - Well, whose then?

Come on, Lindsey, talk to me.

Look, Jammer saw something down there, something that scared the hell out of him.

His mixture got screwed up. Jammer panicked.

He pranged his regulator, and his mixture got screwed up.

But what did he see that made him panic?

Well, what do you think he saw?

I don't know.

- Did any of you see it? - No, sir. The Brigman woman saw it.

It could have been a Russian bogey.

Oh, Cinclantfleet's gonna go ape shit.

Two Russian attack subs, a Tango and a Victor, were tracked within 50 miles of here.

Now they don't know where the hell they are, Okay,

I haven't got any choice.

I'm confirming you to go to phase two.

You'll recover one warhead, arm it...

and wait for further instructions,

- We got a problem with that? - Negative, sir.

- Better come on. - Turn it up, folks.

Sources have not confirmed any reports that the Montana encountered...

a Soviet fast-attack sub prior to its sinking,

and the Kremlin continues to deny any involvement.

- Oh, that's us. That's us, man. - That's the Explorer.

...off-shore driling rig is apparently participating in the recovery operation.

There is a tremendous amount of activity.

With Cuba only 80 miles away,

the massive buildup of American forces...

has drawn official protest from Havana and Moscow.

Russian and Cuban trawlers, undoubtedly surveillance vessels,

have been circling the area,

- and Soviet aircraft have repeatedly been warned away, - This sucks.

Hippy, what's the matter with you?

What's the matter with me? Nothing.

We're just in the middle of some big-time international incident,

like the Cuban missile crisis or something.

Figured that out for yourself, did you, Hip?

We got Russian subs creepin' around.

Anything goes wrong, they could say whatever they want happened.

Relax, will you? You're makin' the women nervous.

- Cute, Virgil. - You know, those SEALs ain't telling us diddly.

- Somethin' is going on! - Come on, come on.

Hippy, you think everything's a conspiracy.

Everything is.

Hurry up! Coffey's splitting with Flatbed.

- I showed him how to work the controls, and they're outta here. - Damn it.

- Didn't you tell him we need it right now? - He didn't pay attention.

- Where the hell is he taking it? - I have no idea!

Shit! Coffey! Come back!

We need the big arm to unhook the umbilical.

There's a goddamn hurricane comin'!

- He switched off, - It's unbelievable.

Go back down.

Tell those men to get below and stay there.

We need to get unhooked and get out of here now.

All right, do it then.

No problem, except your boys went sightseeing with Flatbed.

My people need Flatbed to get unhooked at their end.

- Back in two hours. - Two hours?

We're gonna get the shit kicked out of us by our pal Fred in two hours.

Okay, it's clear.

It's all yours, sir.

- Swing it away and drop it. - Check. Okay.

Bypass the ground connection on the separation sequencer.

- Got it? - Separation sequencer disconnected.

Remove explosive bolts one through six in counterclockwise sequence.

Check. Removing bolt one.

All right. Let's get their gear off! Then clear the sub.

We got to get it out of here! Come on. Let's go. Let's move it.

One Night, you're up. Get ready to roll, baby.

- Don't touch that. Just back away. - Excusez-moi,

Hey, Coffey, we are a little pressed for time.

Prick. This ain't no drill, slick. Make me proud.

Piece of cake, baby.

What's the problem, One Night?

All hell must be breaking loose up there. This cable's pissin' me off.

- I can't get a grip on it. - Well, keep tryin', baby, Just keep tryin',

Son of a bitch!

Shit! We got a problem!

- What's going on? - We're losing number two thruster!

Bearing's going!

- It's not holding. We're swinging out of position here! - Goddamn it!

Ooh! Jesus.

Ah, shit!

- The rig is movin'! - Yeah, I can see that.

Topside! Pay out some slack. We're gettin' dragged.

- Down on number one winch! Down on one! - We're gettin'dragged!

Bud, we're headed right for the drop-off.

What the hell? We just lost all the topside feeds,

Shit! Get him on the U.Q. C.! Bud!

- We lost the crane! - Say again. What?

The crane! We've lost the crane! It's on its way down to you!

All right, everybody. Everybody, rig for impact!

Close all the exterior hatches!

Go, go, go, go!

Wait, wait, wait!

Get in here!

What the hell is goin' on around here?

I don't know.

You two help secure the rig. Let's go.

One Night, you hear me? Get the hell out of there! The crane's comin' down!

I'm okay. I'm clear, Bud.

I've got it. It's headed straight for us.

Oh, shit.

- Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no. - Oh, my God!

- Bud! - Grab on to something!

Jesus!

- Battery rooms front. Let's go! - Cat, put that out!

- Bud! - Yeah?

- Drill room's floodin'! - Get back down there!

Go! I'll take the battery room. Jesus!

Shit!

Get out of there! Close the door! Seal the room!

Lindsey, let's get out of here!

Whoa!

Let's get the hell out of here!

Aaah!

Let's go!

Let's go! Get the door!

Get the door!

- Aaah! - Jesus!

Bud! Bud!

Finler, cut the hose!

Cut the line to the motor!

I can't open it from out here!

Finler, cut the hose!

Finler!

Hey! Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Come on, Sonny!

Hey, Cat! Help me out, man!

Hang on!

The hose! Cut the hose!

The line to the motor! Hurry up!

Come on, Cat!

Hurry!

Come on, Sonny, help me out! Come on, push!

Come on, Sonny!

- Let's go! - Come on, let's go! We gotta go, go, go!

Get outta here! Come on, move it!

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go! Get the hatch, Cat!

Get the hatch! Get the hatch!

You all right? Everybody okay?

- Yeah, - Yeah. Oh, son of a bitch.

Oh, man.

Benthic Explorer, this is Deep Core 2,

Do you read me?

Benthic Explorer, Benthic Explorer, this is Deep Core.

Do you read me? Over.

Forget it, Sonny. They're gone, man.

Mayday, mayday, mayday.

Hey.

They're gone.

Hey, Jammer.

Jesus,

- Shh! - Wait a second, I got it, I got it,

- I'll do it, - You'll do it yourself,

Find your buddy?

No.

Tighter. Tighter.

- Brigman. - What?

I was under orders. I had no choice.

How's it goin', Cat?

What's the scoop, Ace?

Well, I can get power to this module in sub bay...

if I reroute these buses,

but I gotta get past the mains, which are a total meltdown.

Bud, there won't be enough to run the heaters.

In a few hours, this place is gonna be as cold as a meat locker.

What about O-2?

Yeah, well, brace yourself.

If we close off the sections we're not using, we have about maybe 12 hours' worth.

Storm's gonna last a lot longer than 12 hours.

Yeah, well, I can maybe extend that. Maybe.

There's some storage tanks outboard next to the wrecked module.

I'll have to go outside, though, and tie onto them.

Hey, Linds.

- Linds. - Yeah?

I'm glad you're here.

Yeah.

I'm not.

Where are you now, Linds?

I'm under the starboard trimodule.

- Still with me, Hip? Right behind you, Linds,

How's it look?

You guys really screwed up my rig.

There's a lot of wreckage out here.

- Well, don't get fouled. - Hit me with that 9/16, okay?

- Yeah. - Thank you.

Come on, Let's see those muscles,

Bingo, That's one,

Two for two.

Hey. Hey.

Lindsey, do you read me? Over.

Copy you, Hippy. What's the matter?

Oh, shit. The power's jackin' around with us again.

Lindsey, come back.

I just lost video, Lindsey, are you there?

Hippy, do you copy?

Linds, you copy?

Shit.

What the hell... Hippy, do you copy?

Damn it. Bud, do you copy? Over.

Uh, I seem to be having a problem here.

Shit.

Damn it.

- That's a great shot, Linds. - You drop your dive line?

Come on, you guys. Come on.

That's the smaller one. You can kinda see how it's zigging around.

- Yeah, whatever it is. - I'm telling you what it is.

- You're just not hearing me. - Now, Lindsey, you...

There is something down there. Something not us.

You could be more... specific.

- Something that zigs. - Not us.

Not human. Get it?

Something nonhuman, but intelligent.

A nonterrestrial intelligence.

- A nonterrestrial intelligence. - Yes.

N.T.I.s. Oh, man, that's better than U.F.O.s.

But that works too, huh? Underwater flying objects.

Are we talking little space friends here?

Hell, yeah! Hot rods of the gods! Right, Linds?

No, really. It could be N.T.I.s.

The C.I.A. Has known about 'em forever.

They abduct people all the time.

Hippy, would you do me a favor? Stay off my side.

- Will you step into my office, please? - Certainly.

L... Come here.

- Jesus, Linds. - Oh, Bud, come on.

Something really important is happening here.

I'm trying to keep this situation under control.

- I can't allow you to create this kind of hysteria. - Who's hysterical?

- Nobody's hysterical! - Shh.

All I'm saying is, when you're hangin' on by your fingernails,

you don't go waving your arms around.

Look, I saw something. I'm not gonna say I didn't see it when I did.

I'm sorry. Please.

You are the most stubborn woman I ever knew.

Yes. I am.

But I need you to believe me right now.

Come on, look at me. Am I stressed out?

Do I have any symptoms of pressure sickness? Tremor? Slurred speech?

- No. - No.

Bud, this is me, Lindsey. Okay?

You know me better than anybody in the world.

Now watch my lips.

I saw these things.

I touched one of them,

and it wasn't some clunky steel can like we would build.

It glided.

It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

Oh, God, I wish you'd been there.

It was a machine... It was a machine, but it was alive.

It was like a... like a dance of light.

Please. You have to trust me.

Now, I don't think they mean us any harm. I don't know how I know that.

It's just a feeling.

Geez. I'm supposed to go on a feeling?

How can I? You think Coffey's gonna go on a feeling?

Well, we all see what we wanna see.

Coffey looks, and he sees Russians.

He sees hate and fear.

You have to look with better eyes than that.

- Please. - I can't, Linds.

- Please. - I can't, Linds.

- No? Mmm. - I'm sorry.

Got it.

All right.

Come on, A.J. Squared-away, a little to the left.

What is that?

Oh, this is not happening.

Oh, man.

Look at me, I'm shakin', All right, wait, wait, wait,

And now...

here's MI RV.

Come on, man. What else could it be?

Why bring it here?

It's gotta be some kind of emergency plan to keep it away from the Russians.

Look, they hot-wire one of the nukes,

they use some kind of detonator that they brought,

then they stick it back in the sub, fry the whole thing up.

Bam! Slicker than snot.

I'm tellin' ya. And I'm not bein' paranoi...

Hi, Linds.

Linds, will you just wait a second.

Goddamn it, if you don't do something about it, I will!

Lindsey, we'll do something about it! Just wait a second!

- Lindsey. - What?

- Just stop and think about this. - What?

You got some huevos bringing that thing into my rig.

With all that's going on up in the world, you bring a nuclear weapon in here?

Mrs. Brigman...

Does this strike anyone as particularly psychotic, or is it just me?

Mrs. Brigman, you don't need to know the details of our operation.

It's better if you don't.

You're right. I don't need to know.

What I need to know is that thing is off this rig! Do you hear me, Roger Ramjet?

You're becoming a serious impediment to our mission.

Now, you either do an about-face and walk out of here,

or I'll have you escorted out.

I will not do an about-face and get out of here.

Who do you think you're talking...

Emergency! Maintenance Room B! Everybody move it!

- On the double! - Now! Now!

In here! Come on! We've got trouble!

- Now! Come on! - What's goin' on?

- All right, all right, all right, all right!

What's up? What's happening?

You let her go, man. Do it. Do it now!

Let her go.

That was the smartest thing you ever did.

- Coffey, you son of a bitch... - Lindsey! Cool it.

- What's the problem? - Nothin'.

We were just leaving. Weren't we?

W-We don't need them.

We can't trust them.

We may have to take steps.

We're gonna have to take steps.

Linds, I want you to stay away from that guy.

- I mean it. - The guy is gone.

Did you see his hands?

What? He's got the shakes?

Look, he's operating on his own,

he's cut off from his chain of command,

he's showing signs of pressure-induced psychosis...

and he's got a nuclear weapon.

So, as a favor to me, try to put your tongue in neutral for a while.

I gotta tell you, I give this whole thing a sphincter factor of about 9.5.

Look, you can just punch into his primary guidance chip where you want him to go...

and he'll go there, right?

- No. Bad idea, Lindsey. Bad. - Why? Hip, come on.

Because even if it could take the pressure at that depth,

- which I don't think it can, - Yeah?

Without the tether you know what'd happen when it got down there?

It would just sit like... Please.

It would just sit like a dumb shit.

Something would have to pass in front of the camera for you to see anything.

But we could get lucky, right? So we should go for it.

- I really ought to talk to Bud about this. - This is between you and me.

We get proof, and then we tell the others.

If we can prove to Coffey that there aren't Russians down there,

maybe he'll ease off the button a little bit.

I gotta tell ya, that guy scares me more than anything we're gonna find down there.

He's a goddamn A.J. Squared-away, jar-head robot.

It's...

All right, give me a couple hours to see what I can do.

Great. Thanks.

Virgil, turn on your side.

All right, you're all set, big guy.

Hey, I told you to wipe that grin off your face.

Good night, little buddy.

Bud. Bud. Bud!

Get up.

What?

Cat.

- Cat! - Hey!

God... Leave me alone.

Bud.

Wait. It's okay.

Sweet Christ Almighty.

I think it likes you.

It's trying to communicate.

That's Bud,

It's wonderful.

It's me.

- No, no, no. - Shh. It's okay.

What is it?

Is it alive?

Lindsey, no,

Sea water.

Oh, man,

Come on. Come on!

- Hurry! - Where the hell's it goin'?

Huh?

Hurry! I think it's headed for "B" module,

Linds, you see it?

- Aah! - Aah!

Aaah!

So, raise your hand if you think that was a Russian water tentacle,

Lieutenant?

No? Well.

A breakthrough.

Hey, Ace, you done impressin' yourself?

No way that thing could just be sea water.

They must have learned to control water. I mean at a molecular level.

They can plasticize it, polymerize it, do whatever they want to do with it.

They can put it under intelligent control.

Maybe their whole technology's based on that.

- What? - Controlling water.

- Was it the same thing that you saw the last time? - No,

You know, I don't think that that thing you saw was one of them.

- What are you talking about? - I mean, I don't think it was an N.T.I.

I think it was their version of an R.O.V., like Big Geek.

- Hippy, you mean they was just checkin'us out? - Yeah,

- How come? - Curious, I suppose,

We're probably the first people that have ever seen one, Who's been down this far?

- Sure hope they don't judge the rest of us by him,

Went straight for the warhead,

and they think it's cute.

You need to get some sleep.

We have no way...

of warning the surface.

You know what that means?

It means whatever happens...

is up to us.

Us.

Sniff somethin'?

Did you, rat boy?

Hey, hey, hey!

Freeze! Don't move!

That's right.

You okay, Hip?

- They're using Big Geek to take the bomb to the N.T.I.s. - What?

- We set it up to go right to 'em. - Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Take this. We're going to phase three.

What? We don't have orders for that!

I programmed Big Geek...

to go down to the bottom of the trench and shoot some video,

- Now they've got the warhead tied to it, - Coffey?

- Linds... - Coffey... No. Come on.

Just think about what you're doing just one minute.

Just think about what you're... Aaah!

Get back!

This is something I've wanted to do since we first met.

Easy. Easy. Take it easy.

Into the kitchen. Let's go.

- Move, partner! - Get your damn hands off of me!

- Get in there! - I know the way.

Your boss is fixin' to pull the pin on 50 kilotons,

and we're all gonna be ringside!

He's having a full-on meltdown!

- What's the timer set for? - Three hours,

- Shut up. Don't talk. - Three hours?

We can't get to minimum safe distance in three hours.

- We can't go to phase three. What about these people? - Shut up.

What's the matter with you?

Everybody just stay calm.

The situation is under control.

Anybody touches that door, kill 'em.

Schoenick, your lieutenant's about to make a real bad career move.

- The guy's crazier than a shithouse rat! - Schoenick!

- They're trying to make contact! - Can't you see he's lost it?

- Shut up! - The shock wave'll kill us.

- Quiet! - It'll crush this rig like a beer can.

- What are you talking about? - We gotta stop him.

Shut up!

This is not our mission, We can't detonate without orders,

Schoenick, please!

He's about to declare war on an alien species just when they're trying to make contact!

Please!

- I think I'm reaching him. - Yeah.

I'll be damned.

- Jammer! - Is everybody okay?

Oh, man!

- Don't move, jar face! - I'm the least of your problems.

- Take it easy, Hippy. - I'm all right.

How you feelin', big guy?

I'm okay, Bud, I...

I just figured I was dead back there when I saw that angel comin' for me.

Uh... Yeah, okay.

Tell us about it later.

Come on.

He's got it tied off with somethin'.

Ready?

We're not gonna be able to budge it.

Now what? This is the only door to sub bay.

- What are you doing? - I'm gonna swim to hatch six.

What?

I'm gonna get inside and open the door from the other side.

Bud, this water is freezing.

Then I guess you'd better wish me luck.

- Wish us luck. - You comin'along?

Looks that way,

- All right, Cat. - Come on.

- In case I don't die. - This is insane,

Come on, Bud. Let's go, partner. I ain't got all day.

Come on, yank on it.

Gonna have to...

Have to go to the moon pool. It's the only way.

I can't. I can't make it, partner.

I'm real sorry.

Okay. Okay, Cat.

You head on back, all right?

Shit!

- What is he doing? - He can't make it to the door.

He's gonna try and take him out himself.

No. Oh, God, he couldn't be that dumb. That guy's a trained killer.

No!

Coffey. Coffey, listen...

Hey!

Aaaah!

Hey!

Bud! You all right?

Get him, Cat!

He's dogged it, Bud.

We gotta get this off of here.

Come on, help me. Pull the gripper! Pull it!

Cat, get the door,

Ohh! Shit.

Come on!

- Shoot! Shoot! - Are you all right?

The safety's on! Safety's on!

Give me that!

Come on, let's go! Help me out!

- Give me a hand! Move it! - One Night, what about Cab 1?

Ready to launch.

Go! You're better in these than I am!

You got air? Come on, come on.

You got air, You got air,

Shit.

Bud, get out of the way!

Shit!

Get in! Hurry up!

I'm comin', baby. Keep your panty hose on.

- Are you okay? - Yeah.

- Do you see Big Geek? - Yeah. Right out in front.

- Oh, my God! - Get after him!

- Okay, okay! Get on the arm. - Ease up. To the left.

- A little more. - You missed. Try it again.

- Stand steady. Stand steady. - Okay.

- Grab it. - Yeah. Got it!

- Pretty slick, Slick. - Hold it really steady.

- Just hold it still. - I am. I am.

Shit! We lost Geek!

Where is he? Do you see him?

I'll take a look.

He's comin' up fast. Step on it.

Shit!

- Go to the right. Swing to the right. - Shit.

Keep movin', baby,

Come here.

That's right.

That son of a bitch,

- Ohhh! - Hard left, baby. Left, left, left!

- Jesus Christ, lady. - If you can do any better, then you're welcome up here.

Son of a bitch.

- Is he right on us? - Yeah, he is right on your ass.

- Okay. Okay. - Where you goin'?

Hang on.

Aaah!

Deep Core, this is Cab 1, Do you read?

Deep Core, Deep Core, this is Cab 1. Over.

I'm not getting any answer.

And we're flooding like a son of a bitch.

Yeah? You noticed?

You know, you did okay back there, Virgil. I was fairly impressed.

Yeah, well, not good enough. We still gotta catch Big Geek.

Yeah? Well, not in this thing,

Deep Core, Deep Core, this is Cab 1. Over.

Try it again.

Deep Core, this is Cab 1. We need assistance.

Over... Aaah!

You all right?

Yeah.

- Well, that's that. - Yeah. Wonderful.

There's light comin' from somewhere. It's off to the right.

Yeah, That's the rig,

It's a good 60, 70 yards, I'd say.

Well, they'll come after us.

Yeah, but it's gonna take 'em a while to get here.

We gotta get this flooding stopped.

- Can you see where it's coming in? - Yeah. Hold the lamp for me.

There's a busted fitting behind this panel.

Problem is, I don't think I can get to it.

You got any tools?

I don't know. I'll have to look around.

Yeah, well, I looked already.

Goddamn it, all I need is a goddamn crescent wrench.

Come on.

Aaaah!

Shit!

Son of a bitch!

Okay, calm down, Bud.

- Calm down. - Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

- We gotta get you out of here. - How?

- I don't know how. - All right, we've only got one suit.

- We've gotta come up with s... - Oh, my God. I'm freezing.

Come here. Come here a sec.

Listen, you're smart. Think of somethin'. Can't you think of somethin'?

Okay, why don't you swim back to the rig and bring back another suit.

That'd take me about seven, eight minutes to swim,

get the gear, come back.

I wouldn't make it. By the time I got back you'd be...

- Okay. - Linds.

Let's look around. Just look a... Oh, my God.

Is that working?

Shit.

- All right. All right, all right. - Bud, I'm getting cold.

- Here. You put this on. - No, no! What are you...

Don't argue with me. Just put it on.

- Look, this is not an option, so just forget about it. - Lindsey, shut up!

Put this thing on.

- Just be logical. - Fuck logic!

Please listen! Just listen to me for one second.

You've got the suit on, and you're a much better swimmer than I am. Right?

- Yeah, maybe... - Right? Yes. So I've got a plan.

- What's the plan? - I drown, and you tow me back to the rig.

No. No!

Yes. This water is only a couple of degrees above freezing.

I'd go into deep hypothermia.

My blood'll go like ice water. Right?

My body systems will slow down. They won't stop.

- Linds... - You tow me back and I can...

I can be revived after maybe 10 or 15 minutes.

- Linds, you put this on. - No! It's the only way.

You just put this on. You know I'm right.

Please. It's the only way.

You've got all the... stuff... on the rig to do this.

Put this on. Bud, please!

This is insane.

- Oh, my God. I know. - You okay?

It's the only way.

Here, hold this.

- Just hold on. - Okay.

You can do this, you know.

You can do this.

- Oh, God, Linds, I... - I know.

You can tell me later.

Oh, God!

Oh, God!

This is maybe not such a good idea!

Oh, my God!

Bud! Ohh!

I can't... Help, Bud! I'm scared!

No!

I got him! I got him!

- Where? - Oh, my God. It's Lindsey.

- Deep Core, do you read? Over, - We got you, Bud.

- We're here, - Go to the infirmary.

Get the cart oxygen, defib kit,

adrenaline and a 10cc syringe, some heating blankets.

- You got all that? - Got it. Over.

- Meet me at the moon pool! Make it fast! - Now! Let's go!

- Hippy, get the hot packs. - Got 'em.

Here he comes!

- Get her up. - Watch her head.

- I got it. I got it. - Watch her feet.

Watch her head comin' down. Watch it. Okay.

Clear that. Is she clear? Is she clear?

Get the defib ready. Hurry up, Cat.

Okay, okay. Got it.

- Okay? - Yeah.

Three-one thousand, four-one thousand,

- five-one thousand... - Breathe!

One-one thousand, two-one thousand, three-one thousand...

No, no, no. You gotta have bare skin or it won't work.

Three-one thousand, four-one thousand... Breathe.

Here.

Is that right? Is this it?

- I got it, Bud. - Well, do it!

Breathe!

- Come on, zap her. - Clear!

Come on, baby. Aw, Christ!

- Nothing. - Breathe!

- I check out 300. - All right, do it again, One Night.

- Zap her again. - It's going, it's going. It's charging.

Charging. Charging. Charging.

- Now. - Clear!

- Anything? - No pulse,

- Come on, baby. - It's charging. One more time.

Zap her again. Come on!

- Come on! - Clear!

God! No pulse.

Bud, it's flat. Goddamn, it's flat.

One, two, three, four, five, one thousand.

One-one thousand, two-one thousand... Breathe.

One, two, three, four... Breathe!

Breathe. Come on, baby.

One-one thousand, two-one thousand,

three-one thousand, four-one thousand...

Come on, baby. One-one thousand, two-one thousand,

three-one thousand, four-one thousand, five-one thou...

Come on, baby, breathe. Come on.

- Two-one thousand, three-one thousand... - Bud. Bud.

Bud? Bud.

It's all over, man.

It's all over.

I'm sorry.

No pulse.

No! No! She has a strong heart!

She wants to live!

Come on, Linds! Come on, baby!

Zap her again. Do it!

- Charging. - Do it!

- Come on, baby. - Clear.

Clear!

Get back.

Come on, breathe, baby.

Goddamn it, breathe.

Goddamn it, you bitch! You never backed away from anything in your life!

Now fight! Fight! Fight!

Right now! Do it!

Fight, goddamn it!

Fight! Fight! Fight!

Fight!

Linds. That's it, Lindsey.

That's it, Linds. You can do it.

That's it, Linds. Come on back. You can do it, baby.

Lindsey.

Okay.

Get her some air. Get her some air.

- Easy. Breathe easy. - Look at that.

All right. All right.

You did it, ace! Huh?

Yeah! Yeah!

You did it, babe.

Easy. Breathe easy.

Watch her... Make sure... Make sure her heart's doin' okay.

Big boys don't cry. Remember?

Hi, lady.

Hi, tough guy.

- I guess it worked, didn't it? - Yeah, of course it did.

You're never wrong, are you?

How you feelin'? Huh?

I've felt better.

What did you do to me?

Next time it's your turn. Okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, you got that right.

Okay, these are so your eyes can focus in the breathing fluid.

How's that feel? There it is.

If you can't see, you can't disarm the bomb. Right?

Okay, with this much weight you're gonna fall like a brick.

We still got about an hour, so we should get there in plenty of time.

When you get down there, all you gotta do is cut one wire,

drop the weights and come on home.

- Hand me that wrench, will ya? - Maybe I oughta check and see...

Uh, yeah, that's a good place,

This is loose. I'll fix that up.

Bud, you don't have to do this.

Somebody's gotta do it.

It doesn't have to be you.

Who, then?

So, I... I can hear you,

but I can't talk, right?

The fluid prevents the larynx from making sound... Excuse me.

- It'll feel a little strange. - Yeah, no shit.

I gotta warn you all... I'm a pretty lousy typist.

The moment of truth.

- Come on. Let's go. - Let's go.

Okay. Easy.

Okay.

I need it in the front a little bit. Thank you.

Got it.

- Set. - Set,

- Clamp, - Set.

Okay, let's rock and roll.

Crack it.

Headset. Headset, please.

- Okay? - Relax now, Bud. Just relax.

- Bud. Watch me. - Relax now, Bud,

- Relax, It's okay, - Okay? Watch me. Watch me.

Don't hold your breath, Take it in,

Just let yourself take it in. Take it in.

- That's it, - Oh, man,

Don't hold your breath, Take it in, There you go, Don't hold your breath,

Take it in, That's it, There you go,

Bud... This is not normal!

This is normal. It'll pass in a second. It's perfectly normal.

It's perfectly normal.

We all breathed liquid for nine months, Bud. Your body will remember.

That's it. That's it.

- Perfectly normal, - Christ, he's breathin'it,

Give me that.

Can you hear me?

- There he goes, He's got it, - Yes. Yes.

- Okay, Bud. - That's it.

Try your key pad.

Right,

I already have.

Okay, let's go.

- Okay. - That's okay. I got it.

I got it,

- Okay, Hippy, you got that? - Hold on, Jammer,

- Okay, Bud. - Easy, Easy,

Watch out, Watch the back,

Careful.

I rigged in Little Geek's chip the same as Big Geek.

It should take you straight there.

All you have to do is hang on.

- What's his depth? - Thirty-two hundred feet.

Your depth is 3,200 feet.

You're doing fine.

You'd better watch out for crane wreckage. You should be almost to it.

Forty-eight hundred feet. It's official.

Yeah.

Bud, according to Monk here, you just set a record for the deepest suit dive.

Bet you didn't think you'd be doing this when you got up this morning, huh?

One mile down. Still grinnin'.

Eighty-five hundred feet.

Eighty-five hundred feet, Bud.

Everything okay?

Ask him about pressure effects...

tremors, vision problems, euphoria.

Ensign Monk wants to know how you feel.

It's starting. It hits the nervous system first.

Keep talking. Let him hear your voice.

Okay, Bud, your depth is 8,900 feet. You're doing fine.

No, Lindsey.

Talk to him.

Bud.

There are some...

some things I need to say.

It's hard for me, you know.

It's not easy being a cast-iron bitch.

Takes discipline and years of training.

A lot of people don't appreciate that.

Jesus, I'm sorry I can't tell you these things to your face.

I have to wait till you're alone in the dark,

freezing, and there's 10,000 feet of water between us.

Comin' up on the big ten thou.

Twelve thousand feet. Jesus, I don't believe he's doin' this!

Hippy! Shut up! What's wrong with you?

Bud, how are you doing?

Bud?

He's losing it. Talk to him.

- Keep him with us. - Coming up on 16,000,

B-Bud, it's the pressure. All right?

Listen to my voice. You have to try. Concentrate.

All right? Just listen to my voice, Please,

Seventeen thousand feet.

Christ Almighty, this is insane.

Bud... I'm not getting anything.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa... Oh, come on. No. No. - What? What?

Little Geek just folded.

Jesus.

He can still make it.

Bud,

I know how alone you feel.

Alone in all that cold blackness.

But I'm there in the dark with you,

Oh, Bud, you're not alone,

I'm with you.

I'll always be with you, Bud. I promise that.

How you doin', partner?

You still with us? Come back.

You talk to us, Buddy boy.

- Come on. - Bud.

Bud? Now, come on. You hangin' in there?

You have to talk to me, Bud. Please.

I need to know if you're okay.

You see... You see a light?

What kind of light, Bud?

He's hallucinating badly.

- He made it, - Oh, my God.

Oh, man.

Okay, Bud, we'll go step by step.

Remove the detonator housing...

by unscrewing it counterclockwise.

All right, Bud, you have to cut the ground wire,

not the lead wire.

It's the blue wire with the white stripe.

Not... I repeat...

not the black wire with the yellow stripe,

- Yes! - Quiet! Quiet. Save your air.

Bud, give me a reading off your liquid oxygen gauge.

What?

- It took him 30 minutes just to get down there! - Bud, do you hear me?

You drop your weights and start back now, Bud! That gauge could be wrong!

Do you hear me? Just drop your weights and start back now.

Your gauge could be wrong! Your gauge could be wrong!

You drop your weights and start back now!

No, you won't stay there! Do you hear me? You drop your weights,

You can breathe shallow! Do you hear me?

Bud, please! Listen to me, please! Goddamn it!

You dragged me back from the bottomless pit! You can't leave me here alone now!

Please. Oh, God, Virgil, please.

Please.

I love you.

Howdy.

Uh, how you guys doin'?

Deep Core, do you read? This is Benthic Explorer. Over,

Do you hear, Deep Core?

Deep Core, do you read? Do you read me, Deep Core?

Deep Core, do you read? This is Benthic Explorer. Over,

Hell, yes, we read. Good of you to join us.

- Copy, Deep Core. Hey, I've got 'em! - How's that storm up there?

It's strange. It just blew itself out all of a sudden.

Hell, son, you better get a line down to us.

We're in moderately poor shape down here, We lost seven people, includin'Bud,

And we're about out of O-2, so whatever you're gonna do, you better do it fast,

And we're about out of O-2, so whatever you're gonna do, you better do it fast,

You boys make up your mind how to get us out of here yet?

They're talking about flying in a D.S.R.V. From Norfolk.

You'll come into Guantanamo on a C-133,

Okay, I understand it, but how long is it gonna take...

Hey. Hey. Hey, it's Bud!

That's impossible.

- Do you read me, Deep Core? Do you hear? - No, it's not.

- Yes! - W-Wait. We got a message from Bud.

- Bud? - What's it say?

Here. Here.

It says, " Virgil Brigman back on the air. "

Yes!

"Have some new friends down here. "

What the hell's goin' on?

- One Night, get to sonar. - Good God Almighty.

Fellas, I'm gettin' some awful big readings here.

- Something's coming up the wall. - What is it?

Whatever it is, it's major!

Something's definitely going on down there.

Active is pinging back something really big. It's huge.

- And it's coming up right underneath us. - Where?

Where? It's everywhere. There! Starboard bow.

This is the Benthic Explorer,

There! Look! Look!

Help, Cat.

We should be dead. We didn't decompress.

They must've done something to us.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I think you could say that.

Ha! Hoo!

Hi, Brigman.

Hi, Mrs. Brigman.