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All ahead full. Steady heading. One-nine-zero.

CAPTAIN ATASH: [Radio] All hands below deck!

[LOUD ALARM]

CAPTAIN ATASH: [Radio] All hands below deck!

[SPEAKING SOMALI]

[SPEAKING SOMALI]

FIRE!

[BARRAGE OF GUNFIRE]

Ladies and gentlemen...

...as we know, the world simply can't wait to find new sources of energy

which is why Kamaran is proud to be moving in this bold, new direction.

Kamaran is a shipping company. Isn't oil prospecting a bit out of your wheelhouse?

For 12 generations, my family has distinguished itself in the shipping lanes,

as my father's compass reminds us.

At this time time, I'd like to introduce to you our new CEO, Mr. Magnusson.

You're sinking money into energy extraction,

but what about spill prevention, cleanup, bioremediation?

Kamaran has invested heavily in cleanup technologies,

INCLUDING bioremediation.

You'll find that our company's record speaks for itself.

Mr. Sinbad, is it true that you're dating super model Samantha Ferris?

Finally something in my wheelhouse.

[LAUGHTER]

If you will, ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Pytheas.

A prototype geological survey craft, it can operate at depths of up to two miles,

and houses some of the new designs in sub-surface mineral deposit sampling.

[WHISPERING]

[SOFTLY] Now?

[SOFTLY] I'm much better in one-on-one.

[ENGLISH ACCENT] Last had her here-- Indian Ocean, 400 miles east of Madagascar.

But positioning went dark an hour ago.

Ok. Anyone who tell me how we lost the world's biggest oil tanker wins a prize.

What's the latest?

Our best information puts her somewhere in the Tromelin Ellipse.

It's an anomaly, a sailor's nightmare, like the Bermuda Triangle.

Disappearance of ships, navigation errors, strange weather-like conditions...

basically every inexplicable nautical phenomenon out there.

You lost me at "inexplicable".

Mr. Sinbad, the pirates have just demanded ten million dollars.

That's not all, sir. They have a bomb.

They have a bomb?

You tell Captain Atash not to engage them. We're gonna handle this one diplomatically.

What do you have in mind?

That's my ship, Simon.

Can't rule the seas if you're afraid of the water.

[ENGLISH ACCENT] Look, Adrian. I understand that you might take this personally,

but you can't lose sight of your rationality here.

You're absolutely right.

Pack your bags. You, too, Link.

I'll see you both on the airfield.

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

Bearing one-three-five, rendezvous with the Aqaba in thirty minutes.

Still no radio contact.

The ship's diagnostics are nominal. Every drop's accounted for.

Looks like guidance is locked out, so she's not going anywhere for the moment.

So what's your plan?

Well, if that doesn't work?

[SPEAKING SOMALI]

THE CODES! To unlock the guidance system.

What are they?!

[IN SOMALI] Take it to the engine room!

[HELICOPTER]

[THUNDER]

Sir, Madagascar Coast Guard has issued a severe storm warning.

Recommend we turn around.

How close?Twenty miles.

But we're flying right into the teeth of the system!

Stay on course.

[THUNDER]

[LOUD CREAKING]

[LOUD THUD, CREAKING]

[THUNDER, WIND HOWLING]

Sir, I'm sorry. We HAVE to abort!

[IN SOMALI] BRING HIM!

SMACK!

This ship belongs to me!

YAAAAHH!

[GUNFIRE]

[GUNFIRE, GRUNTING]

Put it down.PUT IT DOWN!

DOWN, PUT IT DOWN!

PUT IT DOWN!PUT IT DOWN!

CRASH!

BOOM!

[LIGHTENING STRIKE]

Mayday, mayday. Tail rotor is out! We are going down.

PILOT: [Radio] We are crash landing, right now!

[METAL GROANING]

[WAVES CRASHING]

UHHH!

[SNARLING]

[GURGLING]

[SNARLING, RATTLING]

YUHHHHH!HISS!

UGHH!

AHHHHHH!

BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG! BANG!

BANG! AHHHHH! BANG!

AH-AHHHHH!

[GURGLING]

AHHHHHH!

[SNARLING]

AHHHHHHH! AHHHH!

CRAAAAB!

Adrian!

CRAAAB!Adrian!

Big CRAB!Adrian!

Gemma!Oh, oh my god!Gemma! Gemma!

Did you see that?!

God, you're dehydrated.No!

A crab just stole my money!Adrian...

You're hallucinating.

Come on, let's go get you some water. Okay? Let's go.

We've been here a few hours.

What do you mean "we"?

Ughh! I oughta kill you!

Gambling with our lives! You're responsible!

YOU!

You.

The others...

Lincoln?

We salvaged two survival kits from the helicopter, food and water for a day or so.

Less with three of us.

What about my ship?

It's unclear.

The remote unit stopped receiving data packets about an hour ago from the tanker.

Do we know where we are?

The GPS is currently tracking our coordinates, but...

...to nothing. It's to the middle of the Indian Ocean.

Doesn't seem to think that this island is here.

[DISTANT] Hey, you!

Hey, Hey!

[GRUNTING]

BANG!

Let him go.

[BRITISH ACCENT] He killed my crewmen, and he attacked my ship!

Whose ship was that, Captain?

BANG!

[SPITS]

Search planes should be out by now.

We should move to higher ground.

Better chance of signaling one.

If they are out, they won't know where to look.

I've seen the charts for these waters.

There's no island.

Maybe he knows something.

[SOMALI ACCENT] Water.

Not a bloody chance!Captain!

These seas are cursed.

This island is evil.

We will die here. All of us.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!

This can't be right.

[NO SOUND]

Still no survivors.

[ENGLISH ACCENT] Mr. Magnusson, the press is calling this the worst oil spill in history.

The good news is, the blast only ruptured the rearmost bulkhead.

That's 130 million gallons of crude that we cannot afford to lose.

We're gonna have to syphon it.

She's too deep for conventional equipment.

I want every one of our ships, and every available hand, on that spot ASAP.

Mr. Magnusson, you don't understand. There simply isn't the time.

The power reserves won't last forever. Those bulkheads will rupture.

One hundred and thirty million gallons...

The oceans would never be the same again.

How much time do we have?

GEMMA: Forty-eight hours, max.

And that assumes even stress tolerances across the bulkheads--that's not a sound assumption.

The tanker WILL hold. I just need to get to it in time.

In time? Adrian, the Aqaba is a lost cause. We have bigger things to worry about now.

We're getting off this island, Gemma.

I will not allow my family's name to be destroyed.

Family name. That's your main concern?

That's my only concern.

Well, you've got 48 hours...

until the tanker destroys a lot more than that.

[RUSTLING]

SINBAD: What is it?

Pontu. Ghost of the trees.

[SPEAKING A STRANGE LANGUAGE]

[STUNTED ENGLISH] Where...you from?

We crashed. A helicopter?

[WHISTLING LIKE HELICOPTER BLADES]

I am Loa.

Come.

You...

...alone.

[WATER DRIPPING]

What is this?

Prophecy.

Amlak Eshu.

End.

End of what?

Man.

Unless...

the seven.

He...the one who saves us.

You.

Me?

Look, I am not who you think I am.

You must believe.

[ROCKS FALLING]

[ROCKS FALLING, RUMBLING]

Go!

[RUMBLING]

As I've said, I am unable to comment on the accuracy of those statements.

[RUMBLING, THINGS FALLING]

The sea...the sea's rising!

No...the island is sinking.

GET BACK!

OHHH!

AHHH!

[GASPING]

NEWSWOMAN: [English accent] Geologists are trying to make sense of a bizarre seismic phenomenon today

as dozens of earthquakes occurred simultaneously around the globe.

The tremors were mostly felt near coastal areas,

with the most severe along Indian Ocean seaboards,

which saw minor tsunamis on top of strong storms.Mr. Degraves, technical assessment.

A full assessment of the damageNot good. continues to emerge.

CAPTAIN ATASH: This is madness.

MEHRAK [Somali Pirate]: I say it again: these seas are cursed.

No land for a thousand kilometers.

Sharks...

You really know how to cheer a girl up.

Now do you believe?

The paintings in the cave...where did they come from?

They have always been.

You are being tested.

The seven prophecies have begun.

[DISTANT SCREECHING]

[LOUD SCREECHING]

LOOK!

GEMMA: AHHHH!

What in the name of god? Everyone, stay close to the wall.

Hey, stay down! STAY DOWN!

AHHHHHHH!

AHHHHHHH!

AHHHHHHH!

SINBAD: THEY'RE COMING BACK! RUN!

Come on, let's go.

[WATER DRIPPING]

It's not working. We're too deep.

But the last data packet reported micro-fissures in Bulkhead Four. It's starting to fail.

Failure is not an option.

Come on, everybody. Let's keep moving!

Ow!

Let me see.

Hmmm...

Thank you... for your kindness.

Your English...it's gotten better.

Comes back, slowly.

You learned as a child?

Yes, but...many years ago, so uh...

So you're rusty.

Yes, rusty.

In the cave, you mentioned "Amlak Eshu." What's it mean?

Amlak Eshu...no word. Like a god. God of the sea.

Your people...poison the ocean, poison the world. Why?

It's complicated.

Terrible anger is coming. It's there in the prophecy.

And you are at the center.

It's like Judgement Day out there.

Unbelievable.

The bathymetric scan of the seabed is finally finished rendering. Look...

It's an impact crater. Big one.

Formed 10,000 years ago by a meteorite.

The Aqaba is at the bottom of it.

No. No, no, no, no. This is NOT happening.

Mr. Degraves... grab your things. We're leaving.

The Aqaba is no longer our responsibility.

What are you talking about?

As of 4 P.M. this afternoon, with my attorney's help,

I have taken this company over.

You won't pull this off, you know. When Mr. Sinbad finds out--

The search and rescue mission has been terminated.

Now, are you, uh, coming or not?

[RUMBLING]

[THINGS FALLING]

[RUMBLING, LOUD CRASHING]

[CRASHING, GLASS SHATTERING]

NOOO!

[WATER DRIPPING]

Hey, get back here.

[WATER RIPPLING]

GRRRR!

[CRASHING, ROARING]

[SCREAMS]

[ROARING]

[CRASHING FOOTSTEPS]

GRRROWR!

[CRASHING FOOTSTEPS]

[ROARS]

[CRASHING FOOTSTEPS]

[LOW GROWLING]

YAAAAAAAAH!

UGHH!

[STONES CLATTER]

Hey...HEY!

[SOFTLY] Rope...rope!

GRRROWR!

HEY!

[ROARS]

[CRASHING FOOTSTEPS]

Let's go.

Signal's down again.

[SIGHS]

Papaya...where'd you find this?

[PANTING] We need to keep moving.

Those stones. It's weird, I keep seeing them... everywhere.

They're kind of like tektites, glass rocks, created by a meteorite impact.

Virtually no water content. They're usually black, like obsidian, but these...

Come on.

That is not a papaya.

Then what is it?

Death fruit.

You know, if anyone can get us off this island, it's you.

I am still here.

We need to build a raft.

There is no escape by sea. These islands did not learn farewells.

How did you get here?

I came with my father, when I was a child. He was a brilliant oceanographer.

He believed there was a utopia. We went away in a balloon to find it.

But we fell into the sea.

I never saw him again.

Your father was brave.

My father was mad!

Loa...

It's not my destiny to die on this island.

They've been chosen.

For what?

Slavery...then death.

Not while I'm still breathing.

Don't!

Do NOT look into the demon's eyes.

We wait for dark now.

GRRR! THUD!

WHACK!

[BLOWS, WOOD CRACKING]

HISS!

HISS!

AHHHHH!

[GROWLING, SNARLING]

SMACK!

OOOF! Ugh...

Sinbad?

[COUGHS]

[SCREECHING]

UGHH!

Stick around.

I'm sorry for your friend.

She shouldn't have been on the helicopter.

Destiny is written by many hands.

She depended on me.

I let her down.

'Tis nature to depend.

Everything upon everything.

For every soul as for the Earth.

Do you not see your place in the pattern?

[SIGHS]

[ACCENT] Come to village.

What village?

You can radio for assistance.

Come.

[WHISPERING] All shipwreck survivors.

[WHISPERING] No women and children.

Can't anything ever go right?

[SOMALI ACCENT] Brothers of Utopia, we gather in solidarity under our Father

to know his counsel.

And today we find our land DESECRATED from intrusion by outsiders!

We must know the glory of his counsel

and what will befall them who dare tread so haughty upon these, our sovereign soils!

TAKE THE PRISONERS AWAY! THEIR SENTENCES AWAIT THE DAWN!

He's my father!

Your father?

He is my father.

[COUGHING]

Hey...

Who are these people?

[COUGHING]

Lincoln?

I have to become... demon in the fire...Link.

The stones...

[SOFTLY] It's me, it's me, Adrian.

Mr. Sinbad?Yeah.

Have you heard of a way off the island?

Way off... is the way on.

I heard the guards saying "demon in the fire"... "the stones"!

The stones.

Why won't you believe me?

[WHISPERING] Lincoln!

[SIGHS] I believe you.

ANCHORMAN: [English accent] As dozens of major earthquakes struck simultaneously today across the globe,

the Middle East, Africa, Central Asia, and the Americas all reported massive damage and casualties.

in what religious groups are calling the beginning of the Apocalypse.

While the scientific community has dismissed such claims, they remain at a loss to explain such wide scale disturbances.

The elevators are broken, the stairway is blocked.

PRIEST: Father decrees that the prisoners be readied for the contest!

CROWD: YEAH!

Only one can be worthy of the privilege of joining us as Brother!

And so, these three will engage in open combat TO THE DEATH!

[CHEERING]

Bring forth the pirate!

[JEERING]

Who will challenge him?

[SILENCE]

[SOFTLY] Don't do it, Captain.

I never thought so highly of him, sir.

[CHEERING]

[CROWD TAUNTING]

Take your pick.

Go on... gentlemen's conduct.

[CHEERING]

[JEERING, TAUNTING]

AHHHHH!

[JEERING, TAUNTING]

[CHANTING] KILL HIM, KILL HIM...

FINISH HIM!

[CHANTING] KILL HIM, KILL HIM...

I apologize, mate.

You do fight like a gentleman.

You fight like a pregnant dog.

NOOOO!BANG!

COWARD!

Hey, I guess the radio didn't work after all.

If there was a radio, would you go?

Would you stay here in Utopia?

Fight or die!

I don't think you realize, that old man doesn't have anyone's best interests in mind but his own.

Otherwise he wouldn't be asking you to shoot the one person who can get you off this island.

I have the stones.

Demon in the fire?

DON'T LISTEN TO HIM!

I have the stones!

Friends...you are all deceived

and following a false prophet.

Join me, and I make you one promise: to lead you off this island.

BROTHERS! You forget yourselves, and in so doing, forsake your Father.

I have the stones!

Let me lead you!

ENOUGH!

THWOCK!

AHHH!RATATATAT!

[BARRAGE OF GUNFIRE]

AHHH!

[GUNFIRE]

BANG! BANG! BANG!

[MUFFLED GUNFIRE]

[GUNFIRE]

[MUFFLED GUNFIRE]

The rifle.

Nah, nah, nah... I'm just gonna get you right across the way to that shack.

My work is done.

I will die with honor.

Go...

GO!

GO!

RATATATAT, RATATATAT!

[GUNFIRE, DISTANT EXPLOSIONS

Daddy?

Daddy?

Ana...

I thought you were gone.

I'm here, Daddy.

I've been so very long.

I should never have taken you with me.

Loa...Loa.

The stones, the stones in the volcano...

they're not of this earth.

They're the only way off this island.

Ana. The Sphinx will rise again.

No!

GO!Won't leave you, no!GO!

[MUFFLED GUNFIRE, NO SOUND]

[MUFFLED GUNFIRE, NO SOUND]

Gemma's math has the tanker down to just a couple of hours.

I sure hope we can believe your father.

My father tells the truth. I know him.

So did a whole village.

He came back to me. I saw it.

He's SICK, Loa.

Look...

I don't know what's down there.

No.Don't argue.

Don't make me kill you.Don't tell me what to do.

Okay?

Okay.

Need anything else?

Oooh!

[LOUD THUD]

[GRUNTS, STONE CHIPPING]

UGHH!

LOA! LOAAA!

[DISTANT] LOAAA!

PULL ME UP!

Uhhh.

LOA!

LOA, BLOW IT!

BLOW IT!

[ANGUISHED CRY]

[NO SOUND]

How did you...?Fire escape.

Daddy!?

Daddy?

My daughter.

Stones...

The Sphinx...

I'm taking you with me.

Ana, forgive me.

I forgive you, Daddy.

[WIND BLOWING]

The wind's taking us east, over the Indian Ocean. If we're lucky, we'll cross the shipping lanes.

If not?

Loa...

Loa, it's a ship! It's a ship!

CLICK

BANG!

Sinbad!

CLICK

LOAAAA!

[LONG, BOOMING HORN]

RADIO NEWSMAN: [Accent, static] The sky will rain fire upon us,

the heavens will open and SMITE us from above.

Everywhere around us, the signs are here, the signs of the coming of the end!

The earth will try to swallow us, the seas rear up in anger, drowning us in their furies!

Loa.

[FOOTSTEPS]Loa!

[GRUNTS]

LOA!

[BANGING] HEY!

[PANTING] Where is she?!

There's no one here.

WHERE IS SHE?!What does it matter? We're all gonna die anyway.

WHERE IS SHE?!! HEY!

LOA!

Loa!

RADIO NEWSMAN: [Heavy static] The disbelievers WILL be punished. The end is upon us. It is impossible to deny!

The disbelievers will burn. How many more will per--?

[BOAT HORN]

There's someone in the water!

[COUGHING]

[BREATHING HEAVILY] I thought I lost you.

This is all my fault.

What can I do?

[QUIETLY] What can I do?

Paintings foresaw seven ordeals.

There have been six.

The tanker...

We have to raise the tanker.

You know, Alex...you're good people. Loyal.

If we get out of this, I am personally gonna make sure that you are well taken care of.

Here...have a drink.

Go on.

THUD!

What the hell?

[LOUD BANGING]

UGHHH!

[PANTING] I leave for five minutes, and look at this place.

We're calling it the Tromelin Crater. Nearly four miles deep.

The Aqaba's power reserves can't be any more than 5% or 6%.

The first bulkhead ruptures...the rest will go like dominoes.

What do these lines mean?

These are seams of mineral deposits picked up by multi-beam echosounders

buried 100 meters beneath the seabed.

Geomorphology suggests they came with the meteor that formed the crater, but...

their signature... I've never seen anything like it.

Have the C-130 fly to Al Udeid. Empty its bay for cargo.

What cargo?

The Pytheas.

I'm raising the tanker.

Her remote ops aren't fully online.

Hasn't even been tested in those kind of depths.

I'm aware of the risks.

With all due respect, sir, you're not even trained in her operations.

That's why you're gonna talk me through it from up here.

Our com network is decimated.

Improvise.

Even if I could, the tanker's nearly a million tons of dead weight.

How can you possibly expect to lift her through four miles of water?

Sir...it's a suicide mission.

And I'm not asking for any volunteers.

Well, you'll need one, because the Pytheas requires TWO operators.

DEGRAVES: [Radio] Online. Power distribution nominal.

Atmosphere and scrubbers check. Echo-data, hydraulics, propulsion and articulation are go!

Vitals green across the board...

Stand by for a swimming lesson.

SINBAD: [Radio] Where's Simon? Is he there?

I'm here.

I know what you did, Simon.

And under ANY other circumstances, you'd be fired.

You're lucky I need you right now.

Spare no expense in the cleanup.

I don't care if it means the end of Kamaran as we know it. Do you understand?

Degraves, you ready?

Control is ready, sir.

Activating autonomous navigation.

Decoupling tether: three, two, one... mark.

The Pytheas is in your hands, Captain.

Captain? Gonna have to get used to that.

Depth 1,000 feet. Power cells at 92%.

Not bad, Captain. Seems you're a natural.

[WARNING SIGNAL] BEEP. BEEP, BEEP...

BEEP. BEEP, BEEP...Degraves?

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP...Detecting a slight leak in Cabin Transfer Conduit Seal Number Seven.

I'm illuminating which button to press on your aux board now.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP... You see it Loa?

Only a mile down and already squeaking.

Sir? I want you to keep an eye on your depth at all times.

Her theoretical crush is twenty thousand feet. Do not, I repeat,

DO NOT take her deeper.

[ELECTRONICS HUMMING]

[METAL CREAKING] Twelve thousand. Specs nominal.

[METAL GROANING, CREAKING]

BEEP...BEEP BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!

Proximity sensor. Can't see it from up here. Loa?

BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP!

BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP!Loa?!

CRASH!

Watch your axis! Stabilize!

I can't, we're in some kind of current!

Kill propulsion! You'll fry the turbines!

What the hell was that!?

I don't think I want to know.

Well take it easy. She's not ready for full contact!

Power's down to 61%. We're burning too hot.

I'm gonna see if I can reroute the vital support syst--HISSS!

[STATIC] Control to Pytheas!

[STATIC] Degraves...

HISSSS!

Degraves!

Where's my bloody server?!

What did I miss?

The com link just puked, echo-data is down...they're too deep for radio.

Meaning what?

[SIGHS] Okay...

We do this on our own.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP...

Oh dear god...

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP...

[RUMBLING]

Nearing 15,000 feet.

Four hundred thousand gallons loose...four-fifty.

This is just the start.

Amlak Eshu.

The first bulkhead.

BEEP...BEEP!

It's the proximity sensor.

That can't be right. It's gotta be a malfunction. We still have a mile to go.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP...

Three...two...ONE!

HANG ON!

LOA, THE ARM! THE ARM!

Why hasn't it killed us?

It's curious.

Switch places with me.

Sinbad, don't.Wait.

NEWSWOMAN: [English accent] The National Emergency Broadcast System is reporting bizarre marine storm systems

heading towards coastlines and continuing inland. Coast Guards around the world are reporting similar phenomena.

and urging people to stay indoors.

[ROARING WIND]

There's my ship.

Sinbad.I know.

I'm launching the drill.

NEWSWOMAN: [English accent] Government-Led evacuation effort has roundly failed.

Highway and mass transit systems at a standstill.

All around me, people are fleeing for their lives. It's complete and utter chaos.

I'll continue reporting as long as I am able, but with the wa--

Power cell...4%.

Okay...I'm gonna route all available power to the drill.

NEWSWOMAN: [English accent] ...Destroying everything in its path!

Two percent, two percent.

Alright.

One percent.

[WHIMPERING]

AHHHHHH!

NOOOOO!

NEWSWOMAN: [English accent] It's right next to me! I am unable to continue broadcast!

[RUMBLING EXPLOSIONS]

[HISS]

[LAUGHING]

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP...

The tanker.

Oh my god, the tanker! - NEWSWOMAN: They're retreating, they're retreating back

into the sea! They're going back! It's nothing short of a miracle.

[BEEPING]

Smart valves stabilizing for ascent.

He did it...it's COMING UP!

You ready?

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