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[indistinct chatter]

Woman: Can I get
everyone's attention?

Captain Nguyen:
Mr. Williams please rise.

Please raise
your right hand, sir.

Do you solemnly swear
that the testimony

you're about to give
is the truth, the whole truth

and nothing but the truth,
so help you God?

Mike Williams: Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Please, be seated.

Jason Mathews: Mr. Williams,
can you please give us

your best recollection
of the event

on the Deepwater Horizon?

Williams: I was on the phone
around 9:30 with my wife.

That's when I heard
the hissing noise.

[clears throat]

I hear the engines
start to rev.

The hissing turned into
a full-blown roar.

Higher than I can
even describe it.

And within seconds,
there was a huge explosion.

Projectiles comin'
from everywhere.

The heat was overwhelming.

[camera shutters clicking]

Mathews: Can you please
explain to me

how the Deepwater Horizon's
alarm system is set up?

Williams: [coughs]
The general alarm is set up

to inform the entire rig of,
number one, fire,

number two, combustible gas,
number three, toxic gas.

Each condition
has a distinct tone

and a distinct visual light.

Mathews: On the evening
of April 20th did you hear

any one of those alarms
on the Deepwater Horizon?

Williams: No, sir.

Mathews: Do you know why

you never heard
that alarm, sir?

Mr. Williams?

[cameras clicking]

Woman: Mr. Williams!

[beeping]

ROV Operator on radio:
Passing through 3,000 feet.

[man speaking indistinctly
over radio]

Continuing down.

Gonna stick to the north side
of this so far.

Scan on it.

'Bout 500 foot of riser left.

BOP's in view.

Male Supervisor: How's that
wellhead surface looking?

ROV Operator: Minor corrosion.

Not much more than I'd expect
on wellhead of this age.

Supervisor:
All right, mark it.
Bring her up.

[alarm ringing]

[Felicia yawns]

[alarm stops]

[sighs]

I just had the craziest dream.

Wow.

Wow? Was I in it?

I was... No.

I was at a concert

and then on the side
of the stage

there was this...

It was like
a two-legged rabbit and...

I don't know what part of that
is more terrifying.

Listen to me.

Listen to me.

I would move...

And then it would mimic
everything I was doing.

Oh, don't tell me anymore,

because I know
where this is going.

I think the rabbit was my...

...Mother. Yes. I know.

Thank you.
Now it's my nightmare.

Thank you.

It was hostile.

Okay.

It was a hostile rabbit.

Okay.

I got it.

[sighs]

I'm sorry.

What are you doing?

That's it?

That's how
you're gonna leave me

for 21 days and nights?

I'm lettin' you
get your sleep.

Well, I need many other things
than sleep.

You have to promise not to
bring up your mother, though.

[Felicia chuckles]

All right?

So you want the 30, the 60,
or the 90-second love package?

Honey, I'm gonna
take the whole 90.

Oh, the pressure!

The pressure, the pressure,
the pressure!

Gonna miss that laugh.

[chuckles]

Gonna miss that mouth.

Aw.

Hey.

Give me those eyes.

Andrea: Love you!

[engine sputtering]

[sighs]

This is not our deal, dude.

All right. All right.

[engine sputtering]

[engine backfires]

Man: You consistently
overestimate

your skills as a mechanic.

What was that?

Let's go, baby.

Let me drive.

Mmm-mmm.

Let me drive!

Nope.

Let me drive.

Nope.

[MOTORCYCLE ENGINE STARTS]

Pretty please?

Really wanna drive?

Yeah.

Then sell that piece of shit
and get a Ducati.

Felicia: Loud.

Bull in a china shop.

Ow.

I only did not knock
because I want a brother.

Okay. Well,
that's disturbing.

'Cause you're not supposed to
know anything about that.

You're supposed to just think
babies are cute.

Loud.

Will you sit down, please?

I really want a brother.

Mike: How's it goin'?

Fine.

Honey, show Daddy.

I'm not done.

You did such a good job.

Mike: It's showtime.

Felicia: It's really great.

You can't look at me.

Why?

Because it makes me
uncomfortable.

My looking at you
makes you uncomfortable?

Stop!

All right.

My dad is Mike.

He works on a drilling rig
that pumps oil out

from underneath the ocean.

No, no, the Deepwater doesn't

pump a drop of oil,
okay, baby?

We're the explorers.

So my dad and his friends
find the oil.

And then put in
all the plumbing

so other lamer crews
can come in...

Don't say "lamer."

[WHISPERS] They are lamer.

Okay, but listen,
even those lamer dudes,

they don't have to
pump anything, remember?

Because that oil wants to
come rushing up naturally...

No, no, no, shh!

All right, all right.

Because that oil is a monster.

Like the mean old dinosaurs
all that oil used to be.

So for 300 million years,
these old dinosaurs

have been getting squeezed
tighter and tighter...

We get it. We get it.
Just use two "tighters."

'Cause they got miles
of earth and ocean

pressing down on them.

They're trapped.

Ornery.

Then Dad and his friends
make a hole in their roof.

Mike: Yeah!

And these mean old dinosaurs
can't believe it.

So they rush to the new hole.

Then, smack!

They run into a big machine
that he and his friends

have down on the ocean floor
called a Big Guy Preventer?

Blowout Preventer.

They run into this stuff
called mud...

Mike: All right,
get it in there.

That they cram down the straw.

The mud's so thick and heavy

it blocks the monsters
from coming up.

And then they sail away
to the next.

That's when
all the lame-os show up

all happy like
they did something.

Don't say "lame-o."

But it was my daddy
who tamed the dinosaurs.

Yeah!

Felicia: Yeah.

That was amazing.
Stay 10 forever, please.

Daddy, you need to
get me a fossil.

Felicia: Oh, yes.

I will.

I wanna be able to
hold it up and say,

"My daddy tames
the dinosaurs."

Felicia: Tell Daddy
what Maggie's dad did.

Her dad works at the zoo.

And he brought a real penguin.

You can't do that!

Brought in a penguin.

How do you compete
with a penguin?

Felicia: You get a fossil.

There should be rules.

[Sydney screams]

Oh, my god.

Honey!

What?

There's only so much
stuff in the can!

Felicia:
Well, stop it! Stop it.

Buy gas to go to work
to buy gas to go back to work.

To buy more gas
to get to work.

Hey, you know
the passwords, right?

Where the insurance stuff is.
You know, call Schuman first.

What are you talking about?

I just...

What are you on about?

I just...

I just got a little spooked

on the go-home chopper
last hitch. It's not...

Gimme some of that.

Babe, the only time you start
worrying about a Marine

is when he stops bitching.

Don't use my lines
against me.

I'm using your line
against you.

Don't use my lines.

I just did.

Felicia: All right, babe.

Mike: All right, Fish.

I love you.

I love you.

See ya in three weeks.

Okay. In three weeks.

Behave.

[chuckles]

Sarah: Next.

Good morning, Mr. Jimmy.

How we doin', Sarah?

Good. How are you?

I'm good.

You can place your bags

on the baggage scale
and step on the feet.

Where you headed today?

Same place.
Deepwater Horizon.

Where you flying out to?

Deepwater Horizon.

And who you work for?

Transocean.

Wanna know
how much you weigh?

You know I do.

181.

What'd I tell ya? [chuckles]

Yeah, you did good.

Keep it that way.

All right.

Alrighty. Have a seat in
the lobby and we'll call you

when your flight's ready.

Thank you.

Jimmy: Mr. Sims?

Mr. O'Bryan?

David Sims.

My name's Jimmy Harrell.

Offshore Installation Manager
on Deepwater.

Buddy, thank you very much
for taking us out today.

I know you guys are swamped
and you didn't have to.

No, I had to.

Listen, you mind
losing that tie?

I would.

It's not the tie.

It's... It's the color.

Purple?

Uh... More magenta.

And?

Well, magenta alarm
on an oil rig

is as bad as it gets.

That's worthy of superstition.

Sarah: Good morning.

Mike Williams.

Where you headed today?

Deepwater Horizon.

O'Bryan: All right.

[chuckles]

Mike: What'd ya do
on your downtime?

Jimmy: I started workin'
on that airboat again.

Yeah?

Jimmy: I'm upping it
from 600 horsepower

to 1,200 horsepower.

And I got me
a little, uh,

Sensenich prop off
that Super Cub.

Trying to make it fly?

No, I just wanna
make it go faster.

[chuckles]

Air Traffic Controller:
Loud and clear.

Pilot: [on radio]
Roger. Got everyone.

Hey, Bosco, I got the
Deepwater Horizon coordinates

in the FMS.

Air Traffic Controller:
492, your tail is clear.

Wind is calm. 21 is in use.

Altimeter 2997.

Pilot: Paris Control,
this is Bristow 2 Bravo Gulf.

We're headin' out
into open ocean.

ETA 45 minutes
to Deepwater Horizon.

MALE Air Traffic Controller:
Copy that,

Bristow 2 Bravo Gulf.

What is it you do at BP,
Mr. Sims?

Completions.

Oh, shit, here we go, Jimmy.

Well, as you know, we...
We a little behind.

Sims: 43 days.

But who's countin', right?

[Sims chuckles]

What were you gonna do
with your bonus, Mike?

Dig a pool. You?

Fix my car.

You do know the first well
collapsed on us?

Took us five days
just to pull a million-dollar

drill pipe out.

Whose fault was that?

What are you drivin'
that needs that much work?

'69 Mustang.

Fastback?

Vinyl top.

What's up with it?

Today it was a rough idle.

Made the exhaust
smell like gas right out
of the pump.

You smell gas
when it's not running?

No. So it's not
a leak in the tank.

Pilot: Hey!

Shit!

Pilot on radio:
That was a bird strike, folks.

[exhales]

I ain't sayin' nothin'.

Pilot: Deepwater Horizon
is only a mile out.

We should be fine to land.

We'll run
a safety check there.

Well, anything that big
oughta be made by God.

That's beautiful.

And you know
it's not on stilts.

It's not a jack-up.

Yeah, I do,
and I still can't believe
that thing's a boat.

Jimmy: Well, you can thank
this very talented young lady

right back here for that.

What the hell's the Bankston
doin' here?

Who gave that order?

Pilot: 2 Bravo Gulf,
permission to land,

Deepwater Horizon.

Radio Operator: Permission
granted, 2 Bravo Gulf.

Pilot: Beginning our descent.

Radio Operator: Roger that.

Male Crewman: Welcome aboard!

You guys already done?

I don't know what to
tell you, Mr. Jimmy.

Hey, you guys finished?

I don't know what to
tell you, Mike.

Somebody's gotta talk
to Vidrine.

What? Are you finished?

Hey, Skip.

Yes, sir.

Logging team is leaving?

Yeah, Schlumberger's out.
They're gone.

Briefing said
they're supposed to be

testing that cement
down there.

Is it already finished?

Mike, how you been?

Skip, are we done here?

You gotta talk to Vidrine.

Vidrine?

What'd he say?

I can't hear him.

[indistinct announcements
on P.A.]

Andrea: What did Mr. Skip say?

Mike: They were
supposed to test

to see whether
the cement was holdin'.

I guess they left
without doin' it.

Andrea: What?
Hold up, they didn't...

Mike: Those BP sons of bitches

sent the Schlumberger
guys home.

Seriously?

Yep.

Kuchta, why is
the Bankston here?

Good morning to you, too.

What is the Bankston
doin' here?

Morning, Pete.

Happy to see me?

[chuckles] I'm always happy
to see you, Andrea.

Where's the pisser, Williams?

Sign that says "toilet".

Skip say anything
to you about runnin'
a cement log?

He ain't call me.

We win the war here
and I'm just now
findin' out about it?

'Cause I sure as hell
don't know

how they'd have the time
to do the cement test,

'cause they're flyin' away.
[chuckles]

Shit, Jimmy,
I just drive the boat, man.

How'd the positive test go?

Man: Positive test went well.

We're in rig down mode.

Rig down mode?

How we looking?

Sitting at 166.

Winds are at 185
and around five knots.

Seas are calm. That's good.

Holding great
over our watch circle.

Sitting right on top.

Are you still dating
that itty bitty guy

with the motorcycle?

Any issues with the thrusters?

Jimmy: Andrea?

Yes, sir?

Get on the radio to
Captain Landry on Bankston

and see what he's doin'
and why.

You got it, Mr. Jimmy.

Damon Bankston, this is
Deepwater Horizon, over.

Landry: [on radio]
Deepwater Horizon,

this is Damon Bankston.
Go ahead.

The OIM wants to know
what you're doin' here.

Well, I hear
we gettin' off this beast

and movin' on
to the next.

Andrea: [on radio]
You can call it a bitch.

When are we supposed
to be leaving?

Landry: Well,
I'm told to be ready

to start taking on
drilling mud about 1800.

Wow.

I heard you had a positive
pressure test this morning.

I guess they assume
the negative test

is gonna run just as smooth.

They told me to get ready
to start moving on.

Who's "they"?

BP company men.

Vidrine, Kaluza.

I don't know.

I wait for the order
and come pick up your mud.

Any other questions?

Nope. That's it.

So BP company men
Vidrine and/or Kaluza

are hoping that
we have tamed this bitch

and are ready to displace
drilling mud 1800 hours.

Is that correct, Captain?

Landry: That is correct.
Mornin', Mr. Jimmy.

[snaps fingers]
All of a sudden.

Just like that.

Thank you, Captain.

And the goddamn phones
still don't work, Mike.

Hey, I flew in with you,
Mr. Jimmy.

Would you do me a favor?

Run down to the drill shack.

[smoke alarm beeping]

Ask Jason if those

Schlumberger guys
did their job.

Did they run the cement log?

[grunts] Roger that.

Thank you.
Gentlemen, you couldn't
perhaps enlighten me

on this cement log situation,
could ya?

O'Bryan: Cement log?

Jimmy: Mmm-hmm.

Do you know
if they're planning it?

Running it? Did it?

O'Bryan: Mmm.

Yeah?

Not really. Hey, Ronnie.

Mike: Might be an ignition
problem with your Mustang.

Andrea: I was thinking
it was maybe fouled plugs.

Mike: Well,
it could be a wire.

Could be distributor.

Does it sound like
it's skipping?

Nope.

You know what I'm gonna do
for you, young lady?

Keep thinking about
all the expensive things

could be wrong with your ride.

Gee, thanks.

Hey, stick shift
or automatic?

Do you know me?

Oh, you gotta stop grindin'
shit out of that clutch.

I know that.

Oh, yeah.
Says Mr. Toyota.

Yeah. Uh-huh.

Man on P.A.:
Attention on the rig.

Rig safety announcement.

[announcement
continues indistinctly]

Roughneck movin'.

Come to me, baby.
Come to me, baby.

Come on.

Luka: Uppers.

Bleed 400 barrels of mud.

Roger that.

Beginning actuation.

Can I say
"Trippin' pipe is lots of fun,

"lots of fun, lots of fun"?

Shut up.

Hey. Duck!

What up, Mike?

How you doin', Caleb?

Hey, Mike,
how you doin', man?

I was a lot better
couple hours ago.

Why's that?

I was asleep.

Yeah?

Yeah.

We all got woken up
and got us working over.

We got a lotta pipe to pull

if we're gonna
get out of here tonight.

What's up with street clothes?
You look pretty.

Aw, man, Mr. Jimmy's pissed
and wants to know

if we got
a cement bond log test.

I'm not sure.
I don't think so.

No? Hey, Shane!

Yeah?

Come here, boy.

Schlumberger run
a cement bond log test?

I don't know.
I don't think they did it.

I just woke up, so...

Is that stupid?

I don't know if it's stupid,
but...

It ain't smart.

It ain't smart.

Look at you guys.
Like synchronized swimmers.

I think you think too much,
you gonna give him a headache.

All right,
get the hell out of here.

All right, yeah.

Blair: Up, up, up.

Stephen: Okay, I'm watchin'
our roughnecks.

Fellas.

What the hell
are you wearing?

Mr. Jimmy wants to know
if the team

from Schlumberger ran
a cement bond log test.

A what?

Cement job.

Test the cement job.
Come on, man, work with me.

Who's that again?

Oh, cut the shit, man.

Come on, Jimmy's pissed, man.

Schlum-burger,
you democrat.

Well, did we run the test?

No, Vidrine, Kaluza
sent 'em home

without testin' anything.

Why in the hell
would they do that?

They didn't feel the urge

to take me through
their thinkin', Mike.

But I assume it's got
somethin' to do with...

[sing-song]
Money, money, money, money.

[in a high-pitched voice]
Money!

Your phones are broken.

Shit.

Hey, Mr. Jimmy.

Jimmy: Go ahead.

BP sent Schlumberger team home
without running any test.

There was no cement bond log.

Thank you, Mike.

[beeping]

Mike, "A" chair just crashed.

Goddamn it.

Blue screen o' death again.

Hey, Duck,
is your chair still up?

Duck:
My computer screen is shaky.

And my smoke detector's out.

How you doin', Mike?

Shit.

I'm gonna dump my bags
and grab my tools

and I'll be back to fix it.

Doin' it all with Band-Aids
and bubble gum, my man.

Every time I peel off
a Band-Aid on this rig,

I find three or four more.

Spit and glue
ain't gettin' it done.

One more time with
the "Money". Come on.

Come on,
you been rehearsin' for weeks.

All: [sing-song]
Money, money, money...

No, no, the good part, man.

That is the good part! Money!

I could kill for that money.

Almighty dollar.

Hi, Hollywood.

[mimics guitar riff]

Hey, Mike!

What's the word, Dale?

What do you know?
We done?

Not much. Could be.

Yeah, I'm going
fishing tonight.
Undercover.

I got a feelin' we're
getting off this well tonight.

I don't think nobody's
gonna be doin' no fishin'.

You gonna use
your crane, man?

Maybe catch a beluga
or Shamu?

Good idea.

Shit.

Wanna make a bet we're at
the same spot next hitch?

Yeah, give me odds.

50-to-1.

Ah, shit.

I ain't touchin' that.

30-to-1.

Same spot.

No way.

Mike Williams,
you cheap bastard!

Patrick.

What's goin' on, Mike?

What's the word?
I heard we done.

You heard we're done?

Yeah, I heard we're done.

Who'd you hear that from?

I can't tell y'all that,
Mike.

What do you mean,
you can't tell me that?

Just can't tell
y'all that, Mike.

Why can't you
tell me that? Why?

I just can't tell ya.

But I can tell ya that
Gordon's lookin' for ya.

DidGordon tell you
we were done?

No.

What does Gordon want?

I don't know.
He got somethin'
to show you.

What do you know?

I know we're done.

Were you in my shop?

No.

Don't touch my shit.

[stutters]
I wasn't touchin'
your shit.

All right, go fix something.

All right have
a wonderful day, Mike.

Yeah, you too. Shit.

Felicia: [on computer]
Hold on, baby, hold on.

Shh. What were you sayin'?

Great news.
Chopper didn't crash.

Shit, I assumed
and then I remarried.

Oh, yeah? He rich?

[high-pitched voice]
Remember what your
mama always said,

"Just as easy to marry
a rich man, Felicia, honey."

Baby, if I had a nickel for
all the dumb shit my mom said,

I wouldn't need a rich man.

You gotta fix this by the way.

You have got to
fix this stove.

I'm gonna fix it as soon as
I get home, don't worry.

Hey, come close
to the computer.

Huh?

Come over to the computer.

Give me those eyes.

How is it out there?

Same shit. Well from Hell.

You ready?

Ready?

Three... One...

Two... Go!

[sighs] That face.

Sociopath.

Oh, that's... That is focus.

That is determination.
That is intensity.

Drive!

[chuckles]

Ah! I got you.

I hate losing to you.
I hate it.

[kisses]
I'll see you soon, okay?

All right. See ya.

Why they touchin' my shit?

Touchin' my shit.

Touchin' my shit.

Kuchta: I can tell ya
they want us

to head to our next location.

Kaskida.

Was this run
by anybody at BP?

Kaluza, Vidrine, anybody?

Vidrine ran it by me.

This...
This comes from Vidrine.

O'Bryan: Bob,
let me impose upon you

what I think
is most important here.

We need to go from Macondo
to Kaskida by May 16th.

Kaskida is
an uncommon prospect.

Three to four billion barrels?

That's worth
more than BP itself.

Do I look like
fuckin' Santa Claus.

You do look
a little like Santa Claus.

Gordon: Coach Miles
may have played in Michigan

but that boy
got Louisiana soul.

Versus Saban?

Hey, just 'cause we win...

Roy! Sayin' "we"
like you went to Bama?

Roy: D'you go to LSU?

When I was potty trained,
I was taught to flush,

wave and say,
"See you at Tuscaloosa."

Hey, you boys
working for the government?

Cleaning a clean room?

We're still finding mud
from the last kick.

Over 5,000 PSI.

Grab a mop!

Whoo! That's just crazy.

Gordon: Look what
the pressure did

to this drill string
during the kick.

That's one
for the trophy case.

Gordon: True dat.

Hey, Patrick said
you got somethin' for me.

Yes, sir.

Before y'all took off
last time,

shaker four goes down.

After some
pokin' and proddin',

I finally found the source
of the problem.

Check this out.

I been hidin' this for you
since your last hitch.

Mike: Is that a tooth?

Oh, buddy!

[LAUGHING]

You just made
a little girl's year.

And her old man's. Thank you.

I owe you, man. Oh-oh!

Man on P.A.: All right, boys,
let's rig up the kelly.

Mike: Hey, Gordon.

Hey, fellas, I'm tellin' ya,
it's gonna be

a full-on shit storm
once Mr...

They sent them home.

Yeah.

Walk with me, Mike.

Where we headed?

To murder some BP company men.

Shit, I got hammer,
screwdriver.

Excellent.

[mouthing]

Say, Mike, did you brush
your teeth this morning?

Ah, yes, sir.

Boy, did you floss?

Uh, no. No, why?

Save ya a lotta pain and money
in the long run, I'll tell ya.

Shit, Jimmy's about to go off
on the BP guys.

They never ran
that cement log.

They didn't run nothin'.

They sent 'em home
without doin' shit,

now we goin' after BP.

Hey! What's the matter?

What, ya owe 'em
a lotta money?

Come on, Mike, stay on my hip.

Shit!

Get 'em.

Yeah, baby.

Kaluza: Don, look at line 51.

Your ceiling cost variances.

I'm not showing 51.

[door opens]

Well, if it isn't Don Vidrine
and Bob Kaluza.

Welcome back, Mr. Jimmy.

Oh, yeah.

So, we got all 500 feet
of cement poured, huh?

Yep.

Jimmy: That cement's
the only thing

between us and a blowout.

And it's cured?

Yes.

Had enough time, huh?

Takes time to do it right.

I mean, if that cement job
is compromised

then everything
above it is too.

Kaluza: Well,
it's not compromised.

Houston doesn't have
a problem.

So I assume Schlumberger guys
said the same?

Cement bond log they ran
said the same, yeah?

We are confident
in the integrity

of our cement job, are we not?

Oh, we quite comfortable
with the integrity

of that cement, that for true.

[chuckles] You guys are
just like my granddad.

Pardon?

Well, you see, my granddaddy,
he, uh,

he never even
went to the dentist

'cause he didn't wanna know
all what was wrong

'cause then he'd have to
deal with it.

You don't wanna know
if that cement job

on this well is shit
'cause you're 43 days

and $50 million over budget.

You really should include
yourself in that, Mr. Jimmy.

BP picked this spot
to drill, Bob.

Consequences of that's
on you guys.

'Course, I gotta try to deal
with those consequences,

so yeah, I'm included.

The point is, you sent
the testing team home

before they could
do their job,

maybe give y'all some news
y'all didn't wanna hear.

What would it have cost you
to run that test, huh?

125 grand?

You're a $180 billion company
and you're cheap.

That's why we
a $186 billion company.

We worry about those bills.

I worry about my rig.

My crew lives on it.

You just rent it.

Don, you and I both know

we need some downtime
for maintenance.

Mike, how many of our machines
need repair?

Uh, 390, Mr. Jimmy.

Three hundred and ninety?

Yes, sir. Almost 10%
of all the machinery aboard.

Name a few for me.

A few?

Mmm.

I would love to hear
exactly what piece

of mission critical equipment
are down.

Shit, where do I start?

"A" drilling chair.
Process Station 18.

BOP control pods.
Telephone system.

Pipe-racking system.
GPS antenna.

Direct TV system.
Wireless Internet.

Iron roughneck.
Top drive rack back system.

Auxiliary draw-works control.
Salt water service pumps.

Smoke alarms in the galley.

And the reason why
you're sweatin' so hard

is 'cause the compressor
for the AC

on this deck are down, too.

Everything but the toilets,
huh?

No, no, you got
problems there, too,

but I don't do shitters.
That's Engineering.

Who are you?

Mike Williams, chief ET.

Jimmy: I'ma tell you like
I told your executives

on the chopper ride in.

And how 'bout
the timing of that visit?

We gonna
properly secure this well

before a production platform
come in right after us

and starts pumpin' oil.

Unfortunately,
to do it properly takes time.

43 days?

44 days?

Keep countin', Bob.

45 days?

46 days?

Have a cookie, Bob.

Oh.

Can't run a cement log.

I'll tell you
what we gonna do now.

We gonna run
the negative pressure test,

before we do anything else.

If you really think
we need to.

I really think we need one,
Bob, and so should you.

Especially since
we got no idea

whether this well
is stable or not.

Hey! Dial tone!

Day's lookin' up.

Mr. Anderson, it's Mr. Jimmy.

We gonna run
a negative pressure test.

Start trippin' out
3,000 feet of pipe.

Thank you.

[indistinct announcements
on P.A.]

Uh, young man, pardon me.

Can you tell me where I could
find a Mr. Mike Williams?

Yes, sir. He's in the ET shop

on the second deck
by the coffee shop.

Thank you much.

Have a wonderful day, sir.

And you, sir.

Mr. Williams?

Mr. Vidrine, are you lost?

[door shuts]

Not at all.

Just was lookin' to come by

and visit with ya
for a minute.

Well, how can I help you?

Seems as though
you had something more

you wanted to say in there.

And I thought I'd give you
the time to say it.

Okay, so...
This rig is broke?

I didn't say that.

Sounded like you did.

Is there a reason
you're in my shop,
Mr. Vidrine?

We a big company, Mike, BP.

A very big far-reaching,
complex organization.

Lot of movin' parts.

Millions of movin' parts.

Thousands upon thousands
of people.

And we all work very hard to
ensure that all those people

and all those movin' parts
are functionin' properly

as a means to an end.

A very profitable end
for all of us.

So they the big picture.

They the little picture,

like you and
the malfunctionin' shitters.

But you see,
in point of fact,

they all
kind of interconnected.

They a flow
at work here, Mike.

So if you off, it's off.

Then I'm off.

Then we off.

Then the whole damn train
is off.

You feel me, Mr. Williams?

You on medication,
Mr. Vidrine?

I am merely tryin' to assess
just how close

this train is huggin'
the tracks.

Okay. I hear ya.

You want my take? I mean,
you really want my take?

I do.

Okay.

I think you all tryin' to
run out of fuel

as the wheels touch down.

Runnin' out of gasoline as
the plane lands is not smart.

It's flawed thinking.

It's hope as a tactic.

Duly noted.

And much appreciated, sir.

Just the opinion
of the little guy.

Vidrine: That a catfish?

Yep. 65 pounds.

What y'all call that?
Nibblin'?

Noodlin'.

We noodle for catfish.

And you know, it's funny,
'cause when we go noodlin',

my best friend Peanut and I,
we go down there

with a fifth of Crown
and a lake.

Walk down the boat ramp.

We look for the biggest,
darkest, blackest hole

we can stick our arm in.

And we hope one o' them
big ass sons-o-bitches

bites down on us
as hard as he can

so we can rip his ass
out of that hole.

We wanna get bit.

That's the plan.

Difference is,
we're ready for that bite.

We are ready.

We're wearin' shoes,
hats, gloves, skullcaps,

sunglasses, and we are ready.

I don't stick my hand
in that hole with that monster

and hope for the best.

Uh-uh.
Hope ain't a tactic, Don.

I thank you for your time.

Have a wonderful day, sir.

And you.

[door shuts]

Piece of shit.

Announcer:
Attention on the rig,

negative pressure test
is about to commence.

All non-essential personnel,

please stay clear of
the rig floor, mud pits...

Bring her into the current.

Come right 10 degrees.
Lock heading at 176.

Andrea:
Coming right 10 degrees.

Turning to 176.

Turning.

[whirring]

Radio Operator:
Damon B. Bankston...

Gervasio:
What is that, your fifth cup?

I'm just saying.

Landry: You go ahead and make
sure everybody's up and fed

and ready to get after it.

This might be the final test.

Gervasio: Roger that.

Another
negative pressure test?

Kaluza: Another. Another
negative pressure test.

Is there a problem?

We got a bad well.

They're all bad wells.
We're in a tough prospect.

Dan Barron:
Got that sledge, Hollywood?

All right, we're in.

Automated Voice:
On station. Locked.

Andrea:
Locked at 176, Captain.

We came right 10 degrees.

We locked in. Y'all can
run the negative test.

Yeah.

Go ahead, Jason.

Jason: Copy that.

Closing the annular.

[thuds]

[water bubbling]

[rumbling]

[computer beeping]

Stephen: Initiating
negative pressure test.

Automated Voice: Initiating
drill pipe pressure test.

[beeping]

Andrea: You really think
this is the last test?

Shit. I hope so, yes.

This here's
the Well from Hell, girl.

[indistinct conversation]

[man grunting]

Sims: Yeah, well,
that ain't gonna last long.

O'Bryan: [scoffs]
That's all you got?

Goal!

[beeping]

Jason: A hundred pounds
per square inch.

That's okay.

She's pushing back
on us a little.

Just trying to keep us honest.

Jimmy: Hey, Don.

Did you get
that bottle of wine

I sent ya 'bout a month ago?

I did indeed.
Thank you very much.

I not only got it,
I drank it.

[both chuckle]

Pretty good, huh?

Very nice, thank you.

That's Super Tuscan, yeah?

Mmm-hmm.

"Gah-jah," yeah?
I know you like that.

Gaja.

Sorry?

Gaja, it's called.

Oh.

Hank: I think
they're about halfway there.

Landry: How much coffee
you drinking these days, Hank?

Well, Captain, I gave it up
several months ago.

I drink nothing
but green tea now.

Stopped taking the coffee.
Doing the yoga every day.

Two weeks now.

[rumbling]

Dewey: 450 PSI.

[Jimmy groans]

This don't look good to me.

[cracking]

Automated Voice:
Pressure warning.

Dewey: 900.

O'Bryan: What the hell? Shit.

[loud rumbling]

Automated Voice:
Pressure alert.

Dewey: 1395.

Automated Voice:
Pressure alert.

Pressure alert.

Pressure alert.

[beeping]

We're holding at 1395,
Mr. Jimmy.

That's a lot of pressure.

Yeah. Enough to
cut your car in half.

Jason:
Opening the upper annular.

Hollywood, open up
the drill pipe valve.

We gotta bleed pressure.

Gentlemen, I hate to say this,
but that is a bad test.

Not necessarily.

Oh, Don. A good test starts...

Starts at zero. Stays at zero.
Ends at zero.

Thank you.

So there was pressure.

But there was no mud

flowing up
and outta that pipe.

Now explain that to me.

That's a confusing result,
I'll give you that.

Kaluza and I have talked
about this drill pipe,

until we blue in the face.

There's something off with it.

He says it's a bladder effect.

Bladder effect?

Bladder effect.

He said Jason would know
what he's talking about.

Jimmy: That one's set at
no indication of flow, right?

Correct.

Looky here.

Jason: Hey!
We actually needed that.

Vidrine: Bladder effect.

It is a pocket of pressure,

trapped around the annular,

which reads
like drill pressure

because it is trapped
right there.

It is sitting right there
on the sensor.

If this was a legitimate
pressure issue,

then we would have mud
flowing right back up

and out of that drill pipe
right there.

Now, how we gonna test this?

We gonna run that
negative pressure test again.

But we gonna run it
on the kill line.

Not on the drill pipe.

Obviously, our problem
is with that drill pipe.

You cannot have 1395 pounds

of pressure per square inch,

enough to
cut your car in half,

and not have any fluid
being forced up

and outta that pipe
by that pressure.

Boys, you got
a whole mess of drilling mud

on your boots out there? No?

Hey, Don.

[arguing inaudibly]

Gotten hot in the drill shack.

We have a problem
with that drill pipe

or with the sensor
giving us a false reading.

Or any other
of 1000 moving parts
down there.

Now, the way we gonna find out

is run that negative pressure
test on the kill line.

And if they zero pressure,
Mr. Jimmy,

then that gonna tell us
all we need to know.

Are we in agreement?

I don't know about agreement,
but never hurts to run a test.

Lovely.

How we doing in here,
Mr. Jimmy?

Oh, we doing great.

Aren't we, Don?

Yes, we are.

BP's well.

It is.

Jimmy: BP's oil.

Indeed.

And we just the help
y'all hire to drill a hole.

You are correct, Mr. Jimmy.

But we 50 days late.

And the hole ain't drilled.

Now, Mr. Jimmy,
we have a issue in the galley.

What?

Yeah, a whole buncha people.

It's a safety issue.

Yeah, won't take but a minute.

Mike: It's 43 days behind.

Not 50. Simple mathematics.

Original completion date
was March 8th.

It's April 20th today.
43 days.

Yup.

Think you money-hungry
sons of bitches

at least be good at math.

All right, gentlemen.

Go ahead, Dewey.

Negative pressure test
on the kill line.

Dewey:
Switching to kill line test.

Automated Voice: Initiating
kill line pressure test.

Jimmy: Bladder effect.

That ring true to you?

Well, nothing ever come
outta Don Vidrine's mouth

ever really rang true to me,
but, yeah, I mean...

On its face? Yeah.

There's a logic to it.

It's got merit, but...

I don't know, applied to
drill pipes and kill lines?

It's a little above
my pay grade.

We should've seen some mud.

[rumbling]

Automated Voice:
Pressure warning.

[men laughing]

[indistinct conversations]

[all applauding and cheering]

Man 1: Mr. Jimmy!

Hey! Yeah, Mr. Jimmy!

Man 2: Good job!

Deepwater Horizon is receiving
BP's highest safety award

for the seventh straight year.

And it all starts at the top

with the man
you call "Mr. Jimmy."

[cheering and applauding]

Mr. Jimmy, Mr. Jimmy...

Speech.

[beeping]

Stephen: Held at zero, boss.

It's a good test. No pressure.

Congratulations.
Good test.

We still got 1,400 PSI
on the drill line.

Drill line and the kill line
should be exactly the same.

They should be all lined up.

Kaluza: We already agreed
that there's something wrong

with the drill line.

So why do you keep
comin' back to it?

I don't know.

Good oil field practice?

No mud. No flow.

We got to go.

Now, how quick
can we lock the door
on this well?

I'm not doin' nothin' until
Mr. Jimmy's made aware.

Is there a man among you?

Is there an adult here?

[scoffs]

You all got
the paraphernalia.

The dip.

The steel toes.

But it's all bullshit.

We got zero pressure
on the kill line.

You nervous as cats.

Afraid to make it work
at every turn.

That will be my summary
back to my bosses in London.

Bob?

Kaluza: Agreed.

Again, you can call Mr. Jimmy.

[phone ringing]

[men laughing]

And don't let me keep ya
from your ice cream for
another second. Thanks.

[cheering and applause]

It's Mr. Jimmy.

Jason: Ran the negative test.

It was a good test.
We got no pressure.

'Bout to start displacing.
Wanted your blessing.

You sure about this, Jason?

Kill line was good.
Sure of that.

That's the only thing
I'm sure of.

[sighs]

These guys are all over me.

What do you wanna do?

Zero flow, correct?

That's correct. No flow.

We good?

Well, looks like
it's gonna be a long night.

You stay on top of it, Jason.

I'll see you
in about a half hour.

Thanks.

[over speakers]
Okay, guys, good test.

Yahoo.

Jason: Get ready to pull out
10,000 barrels of mud.

I think I'm gon' take a shower
and wash my day off

before I start my night.
[chuckles]

Gonna be a long one, huh?

Get some ice cream, Mike.

I gotta watch my figure.

Gonna go fix smoke detectors

till I don't feel like poppin'
somebody in the mouth.

That's a good idea.

Say "Hi" to Felicia for me.

Mr. Jimmy?

Yeah?

We really need for you
to leave with this.

Let's just get a, a quick pic.

Yeah, we'll take a picture.

Photographer: Mr. Jimmy.

Man: Congratulations,
Mr. Jimmy.

Hey, appreciate it
a lot, fellas.

[cheering and applause]

You got the picture?

Come in, Shaker House.

Gordon: [on radio]
Go for Shaker House.

Yeah, we got a good test.

We're gonna start sending you
some mud to clean.

Transfer it to the Bankston.

Gordon: All right, copy that.

[man whoops]

"Nervous as cats."

Cats ain't scared.

I had a cat named Oscar,

used to try to
mount my Labrador.

I'm opening the annular.

Let's hope that monster
ain't awake.

Stephen: Mud pumps are on.

Removing heavy mud from well.

Automated Voice:
Mud displacement.

Holding tank two. 4%.

Boys, we got a good test!

Aw, baby!
Let's pump up all this mud!

We done!

Whoo! We're goin' home!

Man: We're going home.

Man: Bring the mud.
Bring the mud.

Radio Operator:
Damon Bankston,

this is Deepwater Horizon.

You are clear to approach
and receive drilling mud.

Gervasio: Copy, Deepwater.

Comin' alongside
to receive heavy mud.

Reference units good.
PDOP good.

All to the norm.

Gervasio: Master of the Deck,
prepare to take on heavy mud.

10,000 barrels.

Kuchta: Attention on the rig.

Pressure tests were good.

Congratulations, DWH crew.

We're gonna be movin' on.

Kuchta: Well from Hell's
done, boys.

Oh, man,
I'll be in the Basin soon.

Two, three days maybe.
Be in my boat.

Drinkin' me a beer.

Catchin' me some sakalay.

Gordon: Yeah!
You big, beautiful mud!

Automated Voice: 35%.

Come on, baby!

We're going home!

To the house?

Thought you had plans?
I thought you were goin' out.

Oh, rescheduled.

Oh, oh, oh. Sweat pants,
Bud Light Lime, DVR time.

My fave.

Hmm.

Mmm-hmm.
Just a simple country girl.

Automated Voice: 55%.

75%.

Vidrine: Do it all again
on the next.

Kaluza: Hopefully smoother.

Jason!

I got a 20 barrel increase

in active pits
and increase in flow.

It's not slowin' down.

All right, stop pumping mud.

Automated Voice:
Pressure alert.

Oh, Lord.

Jason on P.A.:
Stand by, Shaker House.

Adam:
They're shuttin' it down.

They must not be likin'
somethin' up there.

Hey, boys,
I'ma go take a leak.

You guys good?

I got you, buddy.

All right.

Automated Voice:
Pressure alert.

Stephen: It's not stoppin'.

Clear the drill shack.

Get him and him out of here.

What is happening?

Gentlemen,
what is the excitement?

We stipulated
there's something wrong.

I never should've
let you push.

Now get your ass out of here
before I push back.

That comment will be noted.

Man: Hey, I'm ready
to get the hell home.

Get me a six pack a beer
and a steak in my ass.

[men laughing]

[indistinct conversation]

What is goin' on?

Man: Likely nothin',
Mr. Kaluza.

Watch your step over here.

Caleb: Shit.

What you got, Caleb?

What the hell's he doin'?

[sniffs]

[rumbling]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, shit.

Adam: What the hell's
goin' on here?

Caleb: We got flow.

Shane: Shit!

That ain't good.

Jason, are you seein' this?

We got flow out here.

Automated Voice: Warning.

Stephen: It's not stopping.

Hey, Jason,
are you seein' this?

Dewey: We got mud
on the rig floor.

Are they not tellin' you
to do anything?

Is she just kickin' or that...

Dewey: Oh, shit!

Jason: Clear the floor!

Dewey: Holy shit! Jason!

[men grunting]

[faint rumbling]

Mike, what is that?
Is everything okay?

I'm closin' the annular.

Duck, get in here now!

Are you shuttin' it in?

All right, we're okay.
I closed the annular.

We got 30 seconds.

[grunting]

Man on P.A.:
Get off the floor now!

Duck, you okay?

Yeah, I'm all right.

Get your finger on the EDS.

Get ready to cut that pipe.

This way! This way!

Adam!

Shane!

What do we do?

Jason: Caleb!

Caleb: What do we do?

Get on the drill pipe
and let it bleed!

[exclaiming]

Sims: Right here.
Right, right there.

No, I understand.
I understand.

You know, I'm doing my best
to accommodate everybody,

but look...

[grunting]

Fuck!

Jason: Okay.

Okay.

We're all right.

We're all right.

[over P.A.]
Caleb, how you doin', buddy?

Did we cut the pipe?

Jason: No, we're good.

Annular took care of it.

It was just a kick.

[coughing]

That's the biggest dang kick
I ever seen.

She put a whoop ass
on Maggie and her penguin.

Mike:
Get outta here!

She did.

Huh?

And she did it all
without this?

[gasping] No!

That is a genuine
dinosaur tooth.

[rumbling]

[clanging]

[rumbling continues]

Andrea: Gas alarm
in the mud pits. Again.

Same one goes off every time.

[beeping]

I'll call down.

[ringing]

Adam: Get it, Roy?

Roy: I got it! You got yours?

Go now!

Automated Voice:
Pressure warning.

[beeping]

Pressure warning.

Stephen: Shit.

Jason!

Jason: Oh, shit!

Caleb, get everybody
off the...

[all exclaiming]

[shouting]

Caleb: Bypass ain't workin'!

Jason: Damn. Holy shit!

Duck, close
the second annular!

Computer: Annular failure.

Adam! Shane!
Get down to the Mud Room now!

Shane: Adam!

[coughing]

We gotta go, buddy!

We gotta go!

We gotta get to the mud pit!

Caleb!

Caleb!

Get off the floor!
Get off the floor!

[rumbling]

Shane: It's Pump 2!
Bleed it! Bleed it!

[shouting]

[shouting]

[groaning]

Caleb,
close the drill pipe valve
and feed the standpipe.

Divert everything overboard.

Stephen: Jason, what do we do?

[grunting]

[glass shattering]

Automated Voice:
Annular failure.

Dewey: We got debris!

Stephen: Jesus Christ!

Oh shit!
Caleb, clear the floor!

You all right?

The alarm didn't sound.

I'm gonna make sure
everyone evacuates.

You get to the lifeboats.

Go!

Okay.

All stop.

[bird squawks]

Whoa!

Gervasio: Look out! Look out!

[woman grunts]

Gervasio: Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa!

Get that! Get it! Get it!

Man 1: What the heck?

Man 2: Goddamn!

Man: Oh!

Hank: Jesus.

Landry: Deepwater Horizon,
this is Damon Bankston. Copy?

Stephen: All right.

BOP's not responding.

Duck, cut the pipe!

Okay.

Jason: Right now!

[grunts]

Computer: Warning. Gas.

Jason: Duck! Duck!

What happened?
Jesus.

Gordon: Keith!

Keith: Gordie!

Gordon: Come on, man! Get up!

Roy! Come on, man!

We gotta go!

We gotta go right now!

[muffled explosions]

[faint rumbling]

Computer: Gas warning.

Stephen: Oh, shit.
We got a gas alarm.

Thrusters are over-revving.

My thrusters are
running away from me.

I'm not gonna be able to
hold the rig in place.

All right. Calm down. Just...

Oh, my God.

Is it just me

or it just get real bright in
there all of a sudden?

Andrea: Magenta.

Magenta alarms!

Automated Voice:
Gas warning.

The well is blowing out.

What?

[glass shatters]

Mike.

Mayday!
This is Deepwater Horizon.

We are in a...

What the hell are you doing?

Did I ask you
to call a Mayday?

I'll call you back,
I'll call you back!

You don't know
the difference between
a kick and a goddamn blowout!

Why's the...

You don't know shit!

Why's the monitor out?

Automated Voice:
Gas warning.

Andrea: Mayday! Mayday!

Mayday!
This is Deepwater Horizon.

Jason: Hang on, Duck.

I'm gonna get you out.

[grunting]

Ah!

God damn it! Dewey!

Steve!

Kuchta: Down!

O'Bryan: Jesus!

Kuchta: Mayday!
Mayday! Mayday!

This is Deepwater Horizon.

Rig's on fire.

Kuchta: We've had
a major explosion.

We need assistance...

Can't you see it's on fire?

I repeat, we've had
a mass casualty explosion.

We need assistance
immediately.

Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!

Kuchta: This is
Deepwater Horizon...

Landry: This is motor vessel
Damon Bankston.

Deepwater Horizon
has exploded and is on fire.

I say again,

the Deepwater Horizon
has exploded and is on fire.

WoMan on radio:
We just saw a huge explosion.

Man 1 on radio: Yes sir,

we see the Deepwater Horizon
on fire.

Man 2 on radio: Okay.
And everybody's off the rig?

Man 1: We have no idea.

[bell buzzing]

[indistinct conversations]

United States Coast Guard
District 8 Command Center,

Ensign Von Huene speaking.

Man: Yes,
there's an oil rig on fire.

About 48 nautical miles
south of Venice.

Okay, an oil rig on fire.

About 48 nautical miles
south of Venice?

Yes, ma'am. I've never
seen anything like it...

Okay, yes, sir.

What vessel are you on?

What's the name
of your vessel?

[telephone ringing]

Coast Guard District 8
Command Center,

this is Lieutenant Degan
speaking.

[man speaking
indistinctly on phone]

An oil rig on fire?

Sir, do you have
a position for that?

Sir, I'm not exactly sure,

I need to get some
information from you first.

If that's all right.
Can you give me
your name, please?

Okay, sir,
what is your location?

We got 100 miles south
of Port Fourchon

there's a vessel
reporting a fire.

Male Dispatcher:
Where's your call?

Female Dispatcher:
48 nautical miles
south of Venice.

I had a report from a OSV.

That's the lat/long.
That's a confirmed position.

Sir, we got a satellite
image of the scene.

Right here.

Oh, my God.

Lieutenant: Listen, guys,
we need to bump this up, okay?

Call land area.

See what kinda float cutters
we have in the area.

Divert 'em over to the area.

Air stations. I need to know

how many bravo
aircraft we have up.

Okay, get 'em goin'.

[all speaking indistinctly]

Felicia: Shit!

[TV playing]

[dialing]

Shit!

[breathing heavily]

[rumbling]

[alarm blaring]

Automated Voice: Evacuation
procedure in effect.

This is not a drill.

Evacuation procedure
in effect...

Mike: Dougie?

Dougie?

Hey, Dougie, can you hear me?

What?

Can you hear me, Dougie?

Huh?

My little brother.

What?

It's his birthday.

My little brother.

Your little brother's
not here.

What about your legs?

Huh? Can you move 'em?

My little brother.

Look at me, Dougie.

You're gonna need to use 'em.

We gotta get to lifeboats.

I'm gonna get you up.

All right?

Okay, come on!

Shit.

All right. Come on.

Come on!

Easy.

Computer: Thruster 2 failure.

Andrea: I just lost four
thrusters on the port side.

I only have four left,
Captain.

What do we do?

I need a damage report.

I'm gonna take manual
control over the rig.

This is Kuchta on the bridge.

I need a damage report.

Come on, baby.
Man: Where's the fire team?

Now!

Gervasio: [on radio]
This is Damon Bankston

to Coast Guard Rescue.

We have an incident
on the Deepwater Horizon.

Bring her 'round
90 degrees starboard.

Tell me that rescue boat's
in the water!

Let's go!
We need medical kits!

[all speaking indistinctly]

Where's the oxygen tanks?

Empty out the supply house!
Let's go!

Go portside!

[men speaking indistinctly]

[breathing heavily]

[groaning]

Automated Voice: Proceed
to your assigned lifeboat.

[groans]

Son of a bitch!

[men speaking indistinctly]

Hey! Hey!

He needs to get on the boat!

Get back in line!

He's hurt.
Hey! This man is hurt bad.

I don't give a shit!

I'm not trying to
get on the boat!

Look at me.

This man is hurt real bad.

Do you understand me?

[coughing]

Calm down.

Did anybody see Mr. Jimmy?

I saw him in Accommodations.

Mike: I'm goin'
back for Mr. Jimmy.

Make sure
this man gets off this rig.

Okay?
Everybody, calm down.

Slow it down.

And smooth it out. All right?

Okay, okay.

All right, let's go.

[all speaking indistinctly]

[grunting]

[groans]

Mike: Hello?

Hello?

[groaning]

Hello!

Hey, hey, hey!
You're good?

I think so.

Where're you goin'?

I dunno.

Muster.

No, no.

You gotta go
to lifeboats, okay?

Yeah.

Go to the lifeboats.

Right here. Come on,
we're gonna make a left.

Stay to the wall!

Hey! Stay to the wall!

Okay.

Hello?

Mr. Jimmy?

Hey!

Jimmy: Help!

Mr. Jimmy!

Hey!

Who's there?

Jimmy: This way!

Mr. Jimmy?

Mr. Jimmy?

Mike! I can't,
I can't see shit.

I got... What happened?

We blew out, Mr. Jimmy.

Aw, no.

Lot of secondary explosions,
all right?

Shit's on fire everywhere.

Have we disconnected?

Did we cut the pipe?

I don't know.
But I don't think so.

We need to disconnect, Mike.

Help me get to the bridge.

All right. Come on.

[both grunting]

All right. Gotcha.

Where are we?

Wouldn't recognize it
even if you could see it.

This pipe is gonna break.

Computer: Off station alert.

Come on, Mr. Jimmy.
Come on.

If you find yourself
in the water,

you got a light
and a whistle.

You understand?

If you get into oil
or anything spilling it,

swim away from the rig.

Should we wait till
the Coast Guard gets us...

No, we need to go.
Okay, we need to go.

Come on, let's go.
Now, now, now, come on.

Sims: Water's on fire.

Who's coordinating
the air assets out there?

ATC. Fixed wing, they have...

West Jefferson,
East Jefferson
and Tulane

are prepared
to take in multiple...

Pilot 1: First engine start.

Pilot 2: Locked.

Pilot 1: External power.

Coast Guard 1, area's clear.

There's people
jumpin' in the water.

He's seen three people
jump into the water.

Jumpers? You gettin' this?

We have jumpers?

What's the ETA
on the first on-scene
helicopter?

Sir, it's gonna be
like 35 minutes.

That's about
30 minutes too late.

[on radio] This is US Coast
Guard B17 departing RRT6

en route to emergency distress
call for Deepwater Horizon.

ETA to location,
25 minutes.

Silence imposed
on this frequency.

[all speaking indistinctly]

Man: Get in! Get in!

Mike: Come on.

You good?

Yeah.

All right, come on.

Man: Help!

Can you hear him?

Call out!

Shit!

[groaning]

Call out!

Is someone there?
It's Caleb.

I need help in here.

It's Wyman!

We gotta get outta here.

There's methane everywhere.

Found him here like this.

He's hurt real bad
and I can't get him
outta there.

Don't look down, all right?

No. No.

[screaming in pain]

Wait!

Shit, his bone's
caught on the metal.

Shit!

Jimmy: Mike!

Mike!

Come on, we gotta
wedge this open.

We gotta find something
to get it open.

Pull!

Pull!

Keep pullin'!

[yelling]

[explosion]

I've lost power.

All right, just stop.

Just gimme a second.
Lemme think.

[rumbling]

I'm gonna cut the pipe.

Hey, hey, hey.

Andrea, get your ass
back on station.

We don't have the authority.

I'm gonna seal the well.

Do not touch that button.

You need to hit the EDS.

We don't have the authority.

You ain't pushin' it.

Man on radio:
Can somebody help me?

Please?

Just go!
Get outta here!

You're comin' with
or without that leg.

Hold on! Hold on!

Hey, look at me.
It's gonna hurt like a bitch,

but just stay calm
for a second, okay?

Just stay calm.

Look at me, don't look down,
look at me.

We got you.

Jimmy: Hold on!

[cracks]

[shouting]

Jimmy: Pull! Pull!

Wyman, can you move?

Let's go.

You gotta get me
to the bridge, Mike.

Man on phone:
Coast Guard District 8
Command Center.

This is Lieutenant
Degan speaking.

Hi. Sir.

Um...

I just, uh...

I don't mean to bother ya'

and I'm sure
everything's just fine, um,

but my husband Mike Williams

is on the Deepwater Horizon,
and...

Yes, ma'am.

Right now we only have
a couple confirmed reports

of a fire on an oil rig.

That's about all I can say.

There...

On the Deepwater Horizon?

Because there are
so many rigs out there.

You sure?

Yes, ma'am, it is a fire
on the Deepwater Horizon.

That's all I can say, ma'am.

I'm sorry,
I really have to go.

[line disconnects]

[men shouting indistinctly]

[gasping]

What happened?

[all coughing]

Ken, you all right?

The derrick's
gonna fall on us!

Ken: Dale, the boat's leaving!

My crane's gonna take
the goddamn derrick out.

Man: It's comin' down!

Ken: Get on the boat now!

I gotta stop it
or it's gonna kill us all.

[grunts]

Ken: Go Dale!

[all yelling indistinctly]

Go, go, go!

Get him up the steps!

Get him up the steps!

Ah, shit!

Go Dale!

[men yelling]

Man on P.A.: Dale,
get outta there! Now!

Mike: Oh, my God.

[both coughing]

Who's on the bridge?

Fleytas.

Kuchta.

Man on radio: Let's go!
We're full! Let's go!

Report to Muster Station 1!

Get your ass on the lifeboats.

Andrea, Kuchta,
have we disconnected?

No.

Andrea, get my hands
on the EDS.

I'm gonna cut the pipe
and seal this well.

We gonna choke this fire.

Andrea: Right here,
right here.

No, no. Up, up!

Come on.

Jimmy: Is she still burnin'?

There's still flow, Mr. Jimmy.

Oh, come on.

Please.

Please!

It's still burning,
Mr. Jimmy. We gotta go.

Man: This is the last
for Lifeboat 1, guys!

O'Bryan: Come on, Don.
Let's go.

Hey! Hey!
Back up! We're first!

Room for a couple more.
Get in!

We need to restore
power up here.

We need to bring
the standby generator online.

For the firefighting pumps?

No, we just wanna keep this
rig on station long as we can

so that pipe doesn't break.

That's all we can do.
We can't save this rig.

All right, then
it can't hurt to go try it.

Jimmy: It could
very much, Mike.

It's on the other side
of that derrick.

I know it, I know it.

I'm coming with you.

What?

I'm with you.

You sure?

I'm with you.

Jimmy: Go on, Mike.

Come on.

Newscaster:
This rig, last we heard,

is still burning.

There's something
burning in there.

The gasoline,
the natural gas or the oil.

Is that what
you understand, Mike?

O'Berry: Uh,
it is still burning.

Man on TV:
This platform's about

20 miles south
of Grand Isle, Louisiana.

WoMan on phone: Hello?

Natalie,

this is Felicia Williams.

Our husbands work on the
Deepwater Horizon together.

Well, I just
called the Coast Guard

and they could just confirm
that there's a fire

but I just was wondering if
maybe you heard somethin'.

What did the Coast Guard say?

Just that there's been a fire.

Shelly heard people
were jumping off the rig.

[sobbing on phone]

Sydney: What are you doing?

Not now, baby.

Sydney: What's wrong?

Felicia: Not now, baby.

[both coughing]

Oh, shit.

Come on.

Oh, shit.

Man 1: Easy, easy, easy!

Man 2: Push through!

Man 1: Make your
way to Lifeboat 2!

Man 1: Lower the boat!

Let's go!

[all shouting indistinctly]

[both coughing]

Oh, fuck this!

Oh, shit!

Oh, shit! Shit!

Put it out!

Ah, shit!

Shit!

You got gloves?

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Fuck!

Get in, get in,
get in! Get in!

Come here!

Jimmy: [on radio] Mike?

Shit.

Mike, are you there?

Mike?
Mike, bring up power.

Caleb: You know
your way around this thing?

No.

Well, how hard could it be?

Come here.
Rattle this shit off to me.

You gotta be shittin' me.

Come on!

All right.

"Turn remote
switch to 'local'.

"System power switch.

"Turn to 'on' position."

Okay.
"Press main start button."

Red one right there.

Mike: I'm impressed, man.

I don't know no roughnecks
that could read.

Very funny. Very funny.

You know I had a full ride
to UT architecture school.

The hell you doin' here?

Shoulda' listened to my mom.

Yeah, you shoulda'.

Mr. Jimmy, you gettin'
any power up there?

Should be it.

Mike on radio:
Gettin' any power?

We still outside
the watch circle?

Andrea: Yes,
we're off station.

Bring us back slow.

Okay.

Okay.

Bring us back slow.

Come on, baby, come on!

Mike: Shit!

Jimmy: Shit.

Hit your start key.
Turn to 'on' position.

Man 1: We got ya'. We got ya'.

Man 2: Watch his leg!

Wait for the glowplug light.

Come on.

Come on!

That should be it.

Oh, there we go.
There we go!

Mr. Jimmy,
she get power again?

Bring us power, Mike.

Come on. No. No.

[grunting]

Kuchta, can you help me?

Close the door. No!
No, no, no.

Close the goddamn door!

Jimmy: Get to the boats, Mike.

Shit!

It's over.

We need to get off this.
Jimmy, we gotta go.

[groaning]

Look out!

[shouts]

Ah! It's all coming down.

We gotta get to the boats.

[banging]

Man: Come on, lower the boat!

Shut the door. We're full.

[foghorn blaring]

Man: Let's go!

Andrea: Come on.

Kuchta: They left us.

They left us!

Shit!

Emergency life raft!

Somebody got a knife?

[coughing]

I need a knife!

[all grunting]

I got one. Watch out!

Open it up!

Pull that shit!

Mike: Hold it straight.

Jimmy: Get on the hand crank!

Shit! Come on!

Pull the slack!

Come on,
we gotta swing it out!

Crank it!

I'm crankin' as hard as I can!

Come on, stay with me,
man, come on!

Oh, shit!

Tie it off, tie it off!

[grunts] Shit!

Tie it off!

[coughing]

Come on!

Come on, bring it in!

Injured first! Let's go!

Where's Andrea?

Andrea, let's go!

Come on, Andrea!

No, wait! Wait!

There's too much fire.
We can't jump from here.

We need to get up higher.

We need to get up higher.
Come on!

[screams]

Man: Slow down!
Slow down!

It's a raft!

Hey, hang on!

Come on.

Bankston Rescue!

Right here!

Over here!

We got ya'.

Here you go.

Come on!
We gotta get up.

Come on!

On the stairs, goin' high.

[Andrea gasping]

[screams]

Ah! Shit!

Go!

Ow!

Come on, come on!

Hey!

Hey.

Come on.

The original V8
or a crate motor?

Huh?

Your Mustang.

Original V8 or crate motor?

It's original. Original.

That's cool.

You know,
we might need to rebuild it.

Who's "we"?

You see anyone else here?

Huh?

Me and you.

[sobbing]

Now listen to me.
Look at me!

We came up higher
so we can jump out further.

Okay?
We're gonna jump
over the fire.

No. No.

I can't.

Can't what?

Rebuild an engine?

Jump.

Trust me.

We're not gonna hit the fire,
you hear me?

I don't wanna die.

You're not gonna die.

Look at me.

I don't wanna die.

I don't wanna die.

Our choice...

I don't wanna die.

Our choice right now
is to burn or jump.

No, you let go of me!

Okay!

Don't touch me!
Don't touch me.

Don't touch me.

You jump.

Okay.

Do what you want.

You know what?
I'ma do whatever you do.

My wife's name is Felicia.

And my daughter's Sydney.

Don't put that on me!

And I will see them again.
Do you understand me?

What do you think the odds
of you gettin' off this rig
alive are?

If you don't jump
with me right now?

I'm gettin' off this rig.

You hear me?

You wanna stay here?

You stay here.

Hey, what color's the Mustang?

Let's go!

[screaming]

Andrea!

Andrea!

[gasping]

[gasping]

[indiscernible]

[whimpering]

Man: If you hear your name,
call out!

Albers, Shane!

Shane: Here!

Holloway, Caleb!

Caleb: Here!

[rumbling continues]

Anderson, Jason!

Jason Anderson, are you here?

Is there anybody here
from the drill shack?

Nobody?

Donald Clark, are you here?

Dewey Revette?

Shane Roshto?

Adam Weise?

[groans]

Jimmy: Roy Kemp?

We got a medic
right up top, okay?

Dale Burkeen?

Gordon Jones?

Karl Kleppinger?

Stephen Curtis?

[groaning]

Keith Manuel.

Thank you.

You okay?

Jimmy: Everybody take a knee.

All: Our Father
who art in heaven,

hallowed be Thy name.

Thy will be done on Earth
as it is in heaven.

Give us this day,
our daily bread.

Forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those
who trespass against us.

And lead us not
into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

[all clamoring]

What's your name, sir?

Mike Williams.

[crying]

Man: All right, you just
need to get some rest,

and when you do,
after you're done,

you'll talk to me and...

Hey, hey, hey.
Were you on the rig?

Yes, sir.

My son get off
the rig with you?

Rig?

Did he get off the rig?

I don't know
if he made it off...

Where is my son?

Where is my son?

Did he get off the rig?

I don't know.

[inaudible]

Woman: My son.

Do you know him?
Did he get off with you?

Somebody better
tell me something.

Man on radio:
Somebody help me!

Please!

Mike:
...will trigger an alarm.

Mathews: Did you hear
any one of those alarms?

[groans]

[sobbing]

[continues sobbing]

Baby, it's okay.

[inaudible]

[siren wailing]

Mike Williams: I remember
closing my eyes and,

and saying a prayer.

Asking God to tell my wife
and little girl

that, uh, Daddy did
everything he could.

And if I survive this,
it's for a reason.

Captain Nguyen: Please
raise your right hand, sir.

Do you solemnly swear

that the testimony
you're about to give
is the truth,

the whole truth and
nothing but the truth,

so help you God?

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

We went to the next light
that we saw in the water

and retrieved that person,

who was Andrea,
the dynamic position operator.

Fleytas: I went over to the P.A.

and made the last announcement

and said that we were
abandoning the rig.

Investigator: Who,
in your view,
was in charge of the rig?

The OIM.

And that would be Mr. Harrell.

Is that correct?

Correct.

Harrell:
There was a major explosion

followed by a second explosion
on the starboard side.

So after explosion,
I call the rig floor.

No answer.

Williams: All the things that

they told us
could never happen

happened.

Men lost their lives.

[country song playing]