The Abyss Script - Dialogue Transcript

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The Abyss Script





[Sonar Pinging]



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.



[Turns Up Volume]

[Hum Resonating]



What the hell is it ?



I'll tell you what it's not.

It's not one of ours.



Sir, contact changing

to heading  - - .






eighty knots.



Eighty knots.



Still diving.

Depth,    --



Still diving.

Depth,     feet.



Port clearance,     feet

from the cliff wall, sir.



- It's getting tight in here.

- Yeah ?



We can still give 'em

a haircut.



Helm, come right to  - -niner,

down five degrees.



Coming right  - -niner,

down five degrees, aye.



Port side clearance,     feet.

Narrowing to   .



[Alarm Beeping]

-Sir, we have a proximity warning light.



It's too damn close.

We gotta back off.




Sir, range to contact,    .



Contact just linked to bearing  - - 

and accelerated to--



to     knots, sir.



Nothin' goes    .



Sir, range to contact,




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.




[Man Shouting]



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 ?



[Hull Scraping Sides]



Passing      sir.



Main's forward tanks

are ruptured !



Still descending, sir.






Passing      sir.



Still descending.



We're too deep

to pump auxiliary.



- Passing     . Still descending, sir.

- We're losin' her.



- Passing      and still descending.

- Launch the buoy.



- Passing     . Passing      sir.

- Launching !



[Man Screaming]



[Buoy Beeping]



[Man In Helicopter]

Benthic Explorer. Salvor   on final.



[Man On Ship] Copy you, Salvor  .

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.



[Man Over Radio]

Sonny, how you doing ?



I got two more welds

on this bypass valve.



No light from the surface.

How deep are they ?



- McBride ?

-      feet.



I need them

to go below     .



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.



Deep Core, this is Benthic.



If Bud goes along with this,



they're gonna have to shoot her

with a tranquilizer gun.



- [Man Over Radio] Roger.

- 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.



[Metal Banging]



- 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.



[Man On P.A.]

Bud, pick up the topside line, urgent.



I'm comin'. I'm comin'.

Geez, keep your panty hose on.



[Phone Buzzing]



Brigman here.



Yeah, Kirkhill,

what's goin' on ?



Yeah, I'm calm.

I'm a calm person.



Is there some reason

why I shouldn't be calm ?



What ?



-§§ Too much pressure §§

-§§ This pressure got to stop §§



All right,

I'm on land speed now.






[Sonny] Can you get that goddamn hippy

shit music off the com line, please ?



Almost done with

the shut off valve.



- Sonny, I'm right behind you.

- Hang on a second.



- Okay, give it to me.

- Here you go.



Thanks, sweetie.



§§ [Continues]



All divers, drop what you're doin'.

Everybody out of the pool.



[Bud Over P.A.] I mean everybody,

right now. Sonny, One Night, let's go.



Damn it.

We just got out here.



There was a time

when I would've asked why.



- Get a move on !

- Shit, woman !



Deep Core, this is Flatbed

preparing to surface.



[Man Over Radio]

Roger, Flatbed. Come on up.



[Bud Over P.A.] All rigpersonnel,

assemble at the moon pool.



Everybody get something,




Come on.

Get his hat off.



What the hell's goin' on ?

How come we got recalled ?



- Hell if I know.

- I got it.



So, what's the drift, partner ?

Why are we up ?



Just follow standard procedure.



Flog the dog till somebody

tells you what's happening.



- What's the story, boss ?

- Folks, listen up !



We've just been told to shut down

the hole and prepare to move the rig.



- What ?

- We've received an invitation to, um,



cooperate in a matter

of national security.



- Shit.

- Now you know as much as I do.



Get your gear off and get to control.

We've got a briefing in ten minutes.



Come on, come on !

Let's move it.



At   :   local time today,



an American nuclear submarine,

the USS Montana,



with     men aboard went down

about    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.




"Operation Salvor."



- You want us to search for the sub ?

- No. We know where it is.



But she's in      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    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 who ever 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 ?




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 ?



[Wind Gusting]



- 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.




Oh, okay, Virgil, you wiener !

You never could stand up to a fight.






Virgil ?



God, I hate that bitch.



Probably shouldn't have

married her then, huh ?



Try to get it settled !



[Man Over Radio]

Roger, Cab  . You're clear to launch.



- Hang on, gentlemen.

- [Man] She's clear !




Crowd goes wild.



[Linds] Explorer,

this is Cab  . We are styling.



- How are you boys doing back there ?

- Great.



Explorer, this is Cab   starting

our descent along the umbilical.



- [Man] Roger that, Cab  . Good luck.

- Luck is not a factor.



[Bud Over Radio]

One Night, how you doin'?



- Got white line fever, baby.

- Yeah, I heard that.



§§ [Country]



- § I've been wet by the rain §

- § Driven by the snow §



§ Drunk and dirty

but don't you know §



§ That I'm still §



[ Sighs ]

§ Willin' §



- § Out on the road late last night §

- §§§§[Man Joining In]



§ I seen my pretty Alice

in every headlight §



§ Dallas §



§ Dallas Alice §



§ 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 §



§ And if you give me §



§ Weed §



§ Whites and wine §



§ And you show me a sign §



§ Then I'd be willin' §



§ To be movin' §§



[Linds] Deep Core, Deep Core,

this is Cab   on final approach.



Roger, Cab  .

Is that you, Lindsey ?



None other.



Oh, no.



[Metal Banging]



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'...




[Air Hissing]



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 §§



[Clears Throat]

About one person in    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."






Y'all are done to a turn

and ready to serve.



Everybody okay ?



- They're really very sweet.

- [Chuckles] 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.



[One Night]

Obstacle avoidances howin' a rise about

    meters. What do you want to do ?



- Copy, Bud?

- I can't believe you were

dumb enough to come down here.



Now you're stuck here for the storm ?

That was dumb, hot rod, real dumb.



I didn't come down here

to fight with you.



Yeah ? Well, then,

why did you come down ?



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.



It's kind of messy,

but I guarantee you...



it's the only bunk

that won't be occupied.



You can get a couple hours rest

before we get there.



What are you still

wearing that for ?



I don't know.

The divorce ain't final.



I forgot to take it off.



- I haven't worn mi nein months.

- Yeah.



Well, what's his name

wouldn't like it-- the Suit.



Do you always have to call him that--

"the Suit" ?



Makes you sound like such a hick.

His name is Michael.



How is Michael--

Mr. Brooks Brothers ?



Mr. BMW.

Still seeing him ?






No, I haven't seen him

in a few weeks.



Terribly sorry.

What happened ?



- Why are you doing this ? Why ?

- What ?



This is none of your business.

It's not a part of your life anymore.



I'll tell you

what happened.



You woke up one morning

in those satin sheets.



- [Groans]

- You rolled over and there

was this good-looking guy,




expensive watch on.



And you realized

this guy never makes me laugh.



That's it, Bud.

That's it. Aren't you clever ?



Jesus, you're clever.

You should start your own talk show !



Ask Dr. Bud-- advice to the lovelorn

from     fathoms.



[Disgruntled Sigh]

- Thank you. Thank you.



Oh, shit.



[One Night]

I'm cuttin' you loose, Bud.



[Bud Over Radio] 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,



    meters away,

   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.



We'll take readings as we go.



If the reactor's

breached or the warhead's

released any radioactive debris,



we'll just back off.




- Oh, okay.

- Hippy is not going,



so McWorter,

you can run "Little Geek."



Goddamn it. You know McWorter

can't run an R.O.V.



- [One Night] Then you better go.

- I'll go.



- Good !

- 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    minutes.



One of you guys give me a hand,

okay? Let's get suited up.



Guys, guys.

Hold it a second.



Hold it ! Whoa !



Okay, here we go.

All right.



Look, um,

it's  :   a.m.



These guys are running on bad coffee

and about four hours of sleep.



- Maybe you could think about

cutting them some slack.

- I can't afford slack.



Hey, you come on my rig.

You don't talk to me.



You start orderin' my people around.

It's not gonna work.



You got to know how to handle

these people. We got a way

of doin' things around here.



Right now, I'm not interested

in your way of doing things.



Just get your team

ready to dive.



These guys got

no sense of humor.



Bud, you know

your hand is blue ?



Finler, shut up

and put your gear on.



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 god damn edest 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  - - .



Flatbed, you on line ?



[One Night]   -  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.



[Bud Over Radio]

Cab   it's Bud. You on-line ?



Cab   check.

I'm right behind you.



Cab   , do you see it yet ?



Magnetometer's twitching,

but I don't see anything yet.



Hang on. I want to test my strobes.



[Coffey Over Radio]

Cab   do you have a visual?



- Cab   do you copy ?

- Yeah.



Roger that. Found it.




Cab   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 mid ship's hatch.

Do you see it, Cab   ?



Yeah, roger.

I got it.



- How do you want me ?

- [Bud] 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 mid ship's

outer hatch open.



Entering escape trunk.



Entering hatch

looks intact.



It's flooded. All right,

I'm gonna open her up.



Okay, get in there.




Roger. Somebody get on that tether.



Got it.



Sorry about this, little buddy, but

Better you than me. Know what I mean ?



[Meter Clicking]



- Coffey, these are

the missile hatches, right ?

- [Coffey] That's right.



Looks like a couple of the hatches

have sprung. Radiation's nominal.



Warheads must

still be intact.



- How many are there ?

-    trident missiles.

  MIRVs per missile.



That's     warheads,




- How powerful are they ?

- Your MIRV is a tactical nuke.




nominal yield,



say, five times Hiroshima.



Jesus Christ.

It's World War III in a can.




Let's knock off the chatter, people.



- [Hippy] I'm heading

into the reactor compartment.

- [Monk] Any reading ?



- [Meter Clacking]

- It's twitchin; but it's below

the line you said was safe.



All right.

Let's get in there.



[Coffey] Flatbed, drop down starboard

and stay along the cliff edge.



[One Night]

Okay, copy that.



Keep heading

For the bow.



Okay, Flatbed, this looks good.

Just set it down here.




- 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.



[Hull Groaning]




You guys okay? Cat ? Jammer?



- Right behind you, Bud.

- Check your gauges.



- How's your O-  ?

- I'm okay.



- Gauges are good.

- Okay,    minutes to go.




Jammer, your C-O-  is up.



- Breathes lower, Buddy.

- [Jammer] I'm okay.




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.



Stay here.



[Breathes Heavily]



- 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    minutes.



Let's go.




You okay, Jammer ?



Yeah, fine.



- What's this ?

- It should be the missile

launch control center.



- Don't touch anything.

- No, no, no, no, no.




This way.



Right behind you.



- You still with me, Jammer ?

- Where are we ?



Missile compartment.

Those are the launch tubes.



Shit ! Shit, shit, shit !

[Breathing Heavily]



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.



[Breathing Heavily]



[Heavy Breathing Continues]



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--[Transmission Fades]



Shit !

Bud ?



Bud, can you hear me ?

Bud ? Bud ?



Goddamn it !






Oh, Jesus !



[Breathing Slows]



Bud, is that you ?



[Loud Bang]



Hang on, Jammer.



- [Hyperventilating]

- Lew, Cat, hurry up ! On the double !




I'm on my way.



- Jammer !

- [Gurgling]



- What's the problem ?

- He's convulsing !



It's his mixture.

Too much oxygen.



Got to get the O-  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--



[Bud Over Radio]

Lindsey, do you copy ?



Meet me at Flatbed. This is a diver

emergency. Linds, do you copy ?



Uh, yeah, copy you, Bud.

I-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, Cinclant fleet's

gonna go ape shit.



Two Russian attack subs,

a Tango and a Victor,

were tracked within    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.



- [Whistles] 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.



Benthic Petroleum are apparently

participating in the recovery operation,



but we have little information

about their involvement.




We want names.



- That's the Explorer. We're famous.

- Shh, quiet.



There is a tremendous

amount of activity.



With Cuba only    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 ?




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.



- Set cold tab fitting to     P.S.I.

- Set.



There she goes. She's breaking loose.

Bringing her up.



Okay. All right.



Get clear of the hatch. Keep goin'

with it. Keep goin'. That's it, up.



Sir, the missile

looks intact.



Little is known at this hour about

the events leading up to the collision.



The U.S. Navy guided missile

Cruiser Appleton...



apparently struck

the Soviet destroyer...



in low visibility conditions.



In violent seas, little hope remains

for over     Russian crewmen...



still missing after

the sinking an hour ago.



Soviet military spokesmen have

claimed that the collision...




an unprovoked attack.



- This was denied by state

department officials...

- Bud, this is big time.



who said that Captain Michael Sweeney

was acting correctly--



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.




Removing bolt one.



Negotiators have walked out of

the Strategic Arms Limitation Talks...



- in protest over

the incident this morning--

- [Changes Channel]



[Translator] The sudden deterioration

of relations with the United States--



Soviet buildup of tanks

and aircraft has continued.



Sometime this morning,

all U.S. and NATO military forces

have been put on full alert.



It's on every channel.



Well, you just

feel so helpless.



You can see it coming, but what

can you do ? What can anyone do ?



Hey, I mean, they love their kids too.

So why are we doin' this ?



If it happens,

it happens.



There's nothing I can do about it,

right ? I just don't think about it.



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.



[Loud Banging]



[Bud Over Radio]

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 !



- [ Metal Scraping ]

- 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.QC. !

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 !



- [Alarm Blaring]

- Close all the exterior hatches !



[Bud Over P.A.]

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 !



[Grunts, Groans]



[One Night]

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






[Radar Pinging]



I've got it.

It's headed straight for us.



[Radar Pinging Faster]






[Relieved Sighs]



Oh, shit.



- Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

- [Lindsey] Oh, my God!



- Bud !

- [Bud] Grab on to something !



Jesus !



[All Grunting]



- [Bud] 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 !



[Alarm Blaring]



[Panting Heavily]



Shit !



Get out of there !

Close the door ! Seal the room !



[Door Closing]




let's get out of here !



Whoa !



- [Gasps]

- [Squeaking]



[Screaming, Panting]



- [Alarm Blaring]

- [Rumbling]



- [Moaning]

- Hold this on me !






Lindsey! Lindsey!



- Aaah !

- I got him.



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 !



- [Screaming]

- Finler, cut the hose!



-[Loud Creak]

- Finler !



[Grunting, Coughing]



Hey ! Hey !



Hey ! Hey !



Come on, Sonny !



Hey, Cat!

Help me out, man!



Hang on !



- [Both Grunting]

- The hose ! Cut the hose !



The line to the motor !

Hurry up !



- [Hoses Hiss]

- [Grunts]



- Come on, Cat !

- [Grunting Continues]



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 !



[All Panting]






You all right ?

Everybody okay ?



- Yeah.

- Yeah. Oh, son of a bitch.




Oh, man.




Benthic Explorer, this is Deep Core  .



Do you read me ?



Benthic Explorer, Benthic Explorer,

this is Deep Core.



Do you read me ?




Forget it, Sonny.

They're gone, man.



Mayday, mayday,







They're gone.



Okay ?



I just want to

get out of this.



Just like to see my wife

one more time.



All right, then you'd

better keep tryin', huh ?



[Clears Throat]

Mayday, mayday, mayday.



This is Deep Core  .

Do you read me ?



Benthic Explorer, Benthic Explorer,

Do you read me ?



This is Deep Core  .




Mayday, mayday, mayday.



This is Deep Core  .

Do you read me ? Over.



Hey, Jammer.







- Shh!

- Wait a second. I got it, I got it.



- I'll do it.

- You'll do it yourself.



Find your buddy ?



- [Groans]

- 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...



I'll reroute these buses,



but I gotta get past the mains,

which are a total meltdown.



[Sighs] 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-  ?



Yeah, well, brace yourself.



If we close off the sections

we're not using, we have

about maybe    hours' worth.



Storm's gonna last

a lot longer than    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.



- Linds.

- Yeah ?



I'm glad you're here.







I'm not.




Found Cab  .



Deader than dog shit,




That girder went right through

The brainpan.




Yeah, I see that.



- Where are you ?

- Living quarters, level two.



Oh, geez.




That's Perry.



That's it, then.

Finler, McWorter, Dietz and Perry.






Uh, we just

leave 'em there ?



For now.

We got no choice.



First priority's

to get something to breathe.



[Bud Over Radio]

Where are you now, Linds ?



I'm under

the starboard tri module.



- Still with me, Hip ?

- [Hippy Over Radio]

Right behind you, Linds.



How's it look ?



[Lindsey Over Radio]

You guys really screwed up my rig.



There's a lot

Of wreckage out here.



- Well, don't get fouled.

- Hit me with that  /   okay ?



- Yeah.

- Thank you.



So, there you were.



Yeah, there we were,



side by side on the same ship

for two months.



I'm a tool pusher, and we're testing

this automated derrick of hers.



We get back on the beach

and we're living together.



Doesn't mean

you had to marry her.



Well, we were due to go back out

on the same ship-- six months of tests.



If you were married, you got

a stateroom. Otherwise, it was bunks.



Okay, good reason.

Come tighten this.



Then what ?



Everything was all right there

for a while, you know.



Then she got promoted to chief engineer

on this thing a couple years ago.



She went front office

on you, man ?



Yeah, well, you know Lindsey.



She's just too damn




- Son of a bitch.

- [Tool Clatters]



She didn't leave me.

She just left me behind.



Bud, let me

tell you somethin'.



She ain't half as smart

as she thinks she is.



- [Laughs] Get outta here.

- [Laughing]



[Hippy] Come on.

Let's see those muscles.



Bingo. That's one.



Two for two.



- Hey. Hey.

- [Static Humming]



Lindsey, do you read me ?




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 ?

- [Radio Static]






What the hell--

Hippy, do you copy ?



Damn it.

Bud, do you copy ? Over.



Uh, I seem to be having

a problem here.






Damn it.



[Camera Shutter Clicking]



- 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 non terrestrial intelligence.



- A non terrestrial 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.



I-- 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.




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.



- No ? Mmm.

- I'm sorry.



[Coffey] All I want is   -hour

surveillance on the exterior cam.



- [Cat Shouting]

- I've got six people, I've got--



Everybody just stop.



All right,



I want a round-the-clock manning of the

sonar shack and the exterior cameras.



That Russian bogey comes back,

I don't think we should be taking a nap.



Oh, give me a break,




Those things live three-and-a-half

miles down in an abyssal trench.



Trust me, they're not

Speaking Russian.



- Have you finished the repairs on

the acoustical transmitter yet ?

- Nope.



Why not ?



I was having

my nails done.



Well, get it done.



Kiss my ass.



All right,



get somethin' straight.



You people

are under my authority.



- Look, partner--

- When I give you an or--



Look, partner,

we don't work for you,



we don't take orders

from you...



and we don't much like you.



Hey, Cat. Cat !



- Yeah ?

- Why don't you take the

first watch on sonar, okay ?



Right on.



Sonny, you get a couple hours sleep,

then you spell Cat.



Hippy, you handle

exterior surveillance.






One Night.



Would you do me a favor and see if

you can get that transmitter fixed ?



- All right ?

- Be a couple hours.



- [Click]

- 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.



[Hippy] Look at me. I'm shakin'.

All right, wait, wait, wait.



And now...



here's MIRV.



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 ?



[Banging Continues]



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--

- [Alarm Bell Rings]



Emergency ! Maintenance Room B !

Everybody move it !



- On the double !

- Now! Now!



- [Alarm Continues]

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



- Now ! Come on !

- What's goin' on ?



- All right, all right,

all right, all right !

- [Alarm Stops]



[One Night]

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.



- [Cat] 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  . .



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--




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.






All right, give me a couple hours

to see what I can do.



Great. Thanks.



How's that ?









Virgil, turn on your side.







Pinging Continues]



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 !

- Hey !



[ Mumbling ]

God-- Leave me alone.









Wait. It's okay.



Sweet Christ Almighty.



I think it likes you.



It's trying to communicate.



[One Night]

That's Bud.






It's wonderful.



It's me.



- No, no, no.

- Shh. It's okay.



[One Night]

What is it ?



- Take it easy, Hippy.

- I'm all right.



- Pretty slick, Slick.

- Hold it really steady.



[One Night]

Is it alive ?




Lindsey, no.



Sea water.



[One Night]

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 ?






[Shuddering, Grunting]



- Aah !

- Aah !



Aaah !







Continues Shivering]



[Static Stops]



[Pinging Continues]



[Lindsey] 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.



-[Hippy] 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.



-[Cat] Hippy, you mean

they was just checkin' us out ?

- Yeah.



- How come ?



We're probably the first people

That have ever seen one.

Who's been down this far?



- [Grunting]

- [Cat] 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.









[One Night] So you think

they're from down there originally,



or from, you know--




I don't know.



I think--

I think they're from "you know."



Someplace with similar conditions--

cold, intense pressure.



Oh, man.



Happy as hogs in a waller

down there, probably.



[Metallic Spinning Sound]






[Spinning Sound Continues]



[Spinning Sound Continues, Louder]






Sniff somethin' ?



Did you, rat boy ?






- [Grunting]

- 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.



- [Grunting]

- [Lindsey Moaning]



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    kilotons,



and we're all

gonna be ring side !



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 shockwave'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 no tour mission.

We can't detonate without orders.




Schoenick, please!



[Grunting, Yelling]



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.



[Lock Clanks]



- [Hippy Chuckling]

- I'll be damned.



- [Bud] Jammer!

- Is everybody okay ?



- [Laughs]

- Oh, man !



- Don't move, jar face !

- I'm the least of your problems.



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 ?

- [Grunts]



- [Exhales]

- 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.

- [Bud] You comin' along ?



Looks that way.



- All right, Cat.

- Come on.



- In case I don't die.

- [One Night] This is insane.






[Panting, Exhaling]









Come on, yank on it.



[Both Grunting]



[Panting, Coughing]



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 ?



[Rapid Exhaling, inhaling]



Shit !



[Pulley Chain Clanking Slowly]






- 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.



[Clacking Continues]



- [Bud Gasps]

- [Grunts]



No !



Coffey. Coffey, listen--









[Grunting, Groaning]



[Inhales Deeply, Coughs]






- Hey !

- [Gasps]



- [Muffled Yell]

- Aaaah !



[Bud Groans]



[Grunts, Screams]






Bud! You all right ?



Get him, Cat !



[Hatch Slams]




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 !



[Bullets Hitting Vessel Housing]



Come on, let's go!

Help me out!



- Give me a hand ! Move it !

- One Night, what about Cab   ?



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.







[Joystick Whirs]



[Lindsey Over Radio]

Bud, get out of the way!



Shit !



[Motors Failing]



[Panting, Gasping]



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 !



- Just hold it still.

- I am. I am.



[Both Yelling]



[Yelling Continues]



[Lindsey Gasping]

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.

- [Both Yell]




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.



[Coffey Grunting]



Son of a bitch.



- Is he right on us ?

- Yeah, he is right on your ass.



- Okay. Okay.

- Where you goin' ?



Hang on.




Aaah !






[Cracking, Crunching]






[Lindsey Over Radio]

Deep Core, this is Cab  . Do you read?



Deep Core, Deep Core,

this is Cab   . 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   . Over.



Try it again.



Deep Core, this is Cab   .

We need assistance.






- [Generator Failing]

- You all right ?






- Well, that's that.

- Yeah. Wonderful.



There's light comin' from somewhere.

It's off to the right.



It's a good       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.

- [Both Grunting]



Aaaah !



Shit !



Son of a bitch !



Okay, calm down, Bud.



- Calm down.

- 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.

- [Groans]



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 ?



- [Inhales, Sighs]

- Shit.



[Gasps, Moans, Continues Panting]



[Continues Gasping]



- 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    or    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.

- [Continues Gasping]



- 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.






[Gasping, Whimpering]






[Lindsey, Muffled]

Oh, God!



Oh, God!






This is maybe not

such a good idea !



[Gasping, Sobbing]

Oh, my God !



Bud ! Ohh !



[Continues Gasping]



[Continues Sobbing]



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   cc 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.

- [Continues Counting]



Is that right ?

Is this it ?



- I got it, Bud.

- Well, do it !






- Come on, zap her.

- Clear !



- [Thump]

- Come on, baby. Aw, Christ !



- Nothing.

- Breathe!



- I check out    .

- All right, do it again, One Night.



- Zap her again.

- It's going, it's going. It's charging.



Charging. Charging. Charging.



- Now.

- Clear !



-[Defibrillator Zaps]




-[Bud] Anything ?

-[Hippy] No pulse.



- Come on, baby.

- It's charging. One more time.



- Zap her again. Come on !

- [Defibrillator Beeping]



- 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 !



[Bud Exhaling Rhythmically]



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 !



[Defibrillator Beeping]



- [Steady Tone]

- Come on, baby.

- Clear.



- Clear !

- [Thump]



- [Whimpers]

- 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.









[Coughing Continues]



- [All Chuckling, Sighing]

- Okay.



- [Coughing Continues]

- Get her some air. Get her some air.



- Easy. Breathe easy.

- Look at that.



- All right. All right.

- [All Chattering, Chuckling]



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, 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.



[Inhaling, Exhaling]



- Hand me that wrench, will ya ?

- Maybe I oughtta 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.






I need it in the front

a little bit. Thank you.



- Got it.

- [Fasteners Securing]



- Set.

- Set.



- Clamp.

- Set.



Okay, let's rock and roll.



- [Pump Hissing]

- 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.

- [Cat] 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 !

- [All Shouting]



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.

- [Cat] 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.










I already have.



[All Laughing]



Okay, let's go.



- Okay.

- That's okay. I got it.




I got it.



- Okay, Hippy, you got that ?

- [Lindsey] Hold on, Jammer.



- Okay, Bud.

- [One Night] Easy. Easy.



Watch out. Watch the back.







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      feet.



[Lindsey Over Radio]

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.






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      feet.

You're doing fine.



No, Lindsey.



Talk to him.






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       feet

of water between us.



I'm sorry.

I'm-- I'm rambling.






Comin' up on

the big ten thou.



Twelve thousand feet.

Jesus, I don't believe he's doin' this !



[Whispering] Hippy !

Shut up ! What's wrong with you ?






Bud, how are you doing ?



[One Night]

Signal's fading.



No. No, Bud,

I'm not going away. I'm right here.



Kill everything we don't need.

Catfish, knock out those

exterior lights. Now ! Go !



Run it through the digital processor.

Cook it as much as you can.



I am right here

with you, Bud.



Bud, this is Lindsey.






I'm right here with you.

Okay ?



Try and stay calm.

I'm right here. All right ?



Bud ?



He's losing it.

Talk to him.



- Keep him with us.

- [Hippy] Coming up on      .



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.







He can still make it.






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.



Oh, God.



Do you remember that time--



You were pretty drunk.

You probably don't remember.



The power went out in that little

apartment we had on Orange Street.



We were staring at that

one little candle and I said

something really dumb, like,



"That candle is me," like--



like every one of us is out there

alone in the dark in this life.



And you just--



you just lit up another candle

and put it beside mine...



and you said,

"No. See, that's me. That's me."



We stared at the two candles,



and then--



Well, if you remember

any of this,



I'm sure you remember

the next part.



But there are

two candles in the dark.



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.

- [Sobbing]



- Come on.

- Bud.



Bud ? Now, come on.

You hangin' in there ?



You have to talk to me, Bud.




I need to know

If you're okay.



[All Sighing]




You see—You see a light ?



What kind of light, Bud ?



He's hallucinating badly.



- He made it.

- [Sighs] 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.



[All Sighing]



[All Cheering]



- Yes !

- Quiet ! Quiet. Save your air.



Bud, give me a reading

Off your liquid oxygen gauge.



What ?



- It took him    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 !




Oh, God, Virgil, please.






I love you.



[Inhaling Deeply]









Uh, how you guys doin' ?



...attempts to convene a summit between

heads of state have collapsed--



Soviet buildup of tanks

and aircraft have--



[Man # ] All citizens to stay on their

jobs, restrict unnecessary travel--



- [ Man #  ] We had moments ago

an unprovoked attack--

- Holy shit.



Across the country, National Guard

units have been mobilized,



and also defense volunteer staff

have been called to full-time duty.



You watch our TV.

That's what you're tellin' me--



that you know what's

goin' on up there ?



Seismologists worldwide are reporting

an enormous disturbance...



throughout the world's oceans which

apparently began about    minutes ago.



They are acoustic shockwaves,

like tsunamis, but with no

apparent seismological source.



The waves are propagating toward

The shorelines of every continent.



[Woman] Dr. Berg, would you

please, based on the--



Young lady, listen to me.

We don't know what's going on yet.



We don't have a clue.



The horizon has already

grown dark.



People are running everywhere.

It's-- It's sheer panic.



Stay on me ! The wave-- The wave

is maybe      feet high already.



Getting bigger

as I'm watching.



Still miles out.

Oh, my God.



- We're out of here.

- We're staying !



Give us a minute. I don't even know

If I'm still broadcasting.



I can't be sure.

I'll just keep going as long as I can.



- Get out of the way !

- A thousand--



You guys are doing this.



You guys are doing this, right ?

You can control water.



That's your technology.

But why are you doin' this ?



[Loud Hum Resonating]






Okay, that's enough.

I get the point !



How do you know that

they're really gonna do it ?



Where do you get off passin'

Judgment on us ? You can't be sure.



How do you know ?



[Horns Honking]



[People Shouting, Screaming]



[Man Speaking Russian Over P.A.]



[Alarm Blaring]



You could have done it.



Why didn't you ?






[Man Over Radio] 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 ?



[Faintly] 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-  so whatever

you're gonna do, you better do it fast.



And we're about out of O-  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.



- Just wish I could've seen it.

- Okay, how long is that gonna take ?



How do you stop

a half-mile high tidal wave in--



Hey. Hey. Hey, it's Bud !



That's impossible.



- [Bud Over Radio] 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.



Oh. It says--



It says, "Virgil Brigman

back on the air."



- [All Laughing]

- Yes !



"Have some new friends

down here.



Guess they've been here a while."



"They've left us alone, but it bothers

them to see us hurting each other."



"Getting out of hand."



"They sent a message.

Hope you got it."



I'd say that's a big   - Jack.



"They want us to grow up a bit

and put away childish things. "



"Of course,

it's just a suggestion."



[Laughter Continues]



Looks like you boys

might be out of business.






What the hell's goin' on ?



- One Night, get to sonar.

- Good God Almighty.



[Radar Pinging]



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.



[Loud Banging]



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.


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