Deep Blue Sea Page #2

You need to leave that

to the white folks, "brother."

Happy birthday?

I'll let you know tomorrow.

How's life underwater?

It's a lot less complicated...

...than it is on the surface.

That's for sure.

Nice work with that new tiger shark today.

One day, you'll have to tell me

how you learned that.

One day, you'll take me up

on that beer and maybe I will.

It's all work for me, Carter.

But, like you said, "One day."

Sharks never get cancer, go blind

or show loss of brain activity as they age.

Unlike some people I know.

Sharks are the oldest creatures

on the planet...

...from a time when the world

was just flesh and teeth.

By using a hormonal enhancer...

...we increased this female's forebrain

to five times its normal size.

To harvest more protein.

Exactly. A protein that may reactivate...

That will...

...that will reactivate human brain cells

stored in the forebrain of the shark.

I'm just amazed that we've come so far,

so fast, without genetic tampering.

Genetic engineering to increase brain mass

violates the Harvard Genetics Compact.

Not to mention Chimera policy.

They're hunting in packs.

Like wild dogs.

They'll only eat other sharks.

You're reading too much into it.

That Gen 1 attacked a 25-foot boat.

Am I reading too much into that too?

Did you tell Franklin?

I'm just a fish keeper, lady.

But bringing in that shark

ahead of schedule was a very bad idea.

Do you like your job?

Are you threatening me, Doc?

No.

But if we don't pull off that test tomorrow,

we're all on the street.

You're a good man, Carter.

But with your background...

Right.

How's Miss Smarty-Pants?

Hope she's not as dumb as she seems.

Raise those fences like I asked?

I took care of it. Let's go get a beer.

US Coast Guard advisories include:

All-craft warnings for waters south

of the US mainland and west of CA.

A tropical depression is generating

gale-force winds...

...and is associated with heavy rains

and ocean swells to 30 feet or more.

Any of your nonsense, and we'll have

tiny drumsticks on the menu tonight.

Fat butt!

That's right.

You can... all you want.

Welcome to my parlor, Mr. Franklin.

Wow.

Wet lab, we're taking a pounding up here.

Can't see past my nose.

So I suggest you check pen monitors

and lagoon monitors.

I can't imagine

there's much visibility below.

Carter, you copy?

Okay, I'm approaching the tunnel.

Bingo. Elvis has left the building.

We picked you up,

but visibility's near zero.

No problem.

How long have they been synchronized

like this?

Tell me I didn't see that.

They recognized that gun!

That's impossible.

Sharks can't swim backwards!

- Try to stay focused.

- What was that?

We lost picture in Gen 2 pen.

Okay, hold on.

Carter, do you copy?

Carter, do you copy?

Carter, talk to me, man. Do you copy?

Cut the crap! You're scaring everybody.

Boarding platform engaged. He's got her.

Did someone order the fish?

What in God's creation?

No, not His.

Ours.

Commencing scan.

Gen 2 is online.

Transferring exotics to remote terminals.

Vital signs to Terminal 1.

Diagnostic imaging to Terminal 2.

We're live and in color!

BP, 67 over 43.

Heart rate, 50 BPM.

Within norm.

She's sleeping like a baby.

Bad dream?

In position.

Vitals are stable.

Vitals?

Holding.

Aspirating 4.5 cc.

Introducing 2 cc of the protein complex...

...into cultured, inactive brain neurons

of an Alzheimer's patient.

And what you're looking for here

is lightning in a bottle.

Protein complex is interacting

with the neurons.

Neurons are becoming hyperosmotic.

Membrane integrity's improving.

They're firing!

- They're firing!

- One second.

Two. Three.

- Still firing.

- Four. Five. Six.

6.560 seconds.

I'll be damned.

No, sir. For 6.560 seconds...

...you saw what it's like not to be damned.

Congratulations.

- Impressed?

- Overly impressed.

6.560 seconds.

Now that you've got this...

...how long before you make

something permanent?

You did it, pal.

You did it.

No!

Carter, no!

Are you insane?

Tower, we need paramedics and evac now!

All frequencies, SOS.

This is Research Station Aquatica.

We have a medical emergency. I repeat:

This is Research Station Aquatica.

We have a medical emergency.

Please respond.

X-ray Alpha 2-18.

Coming off oil platform Chiapa.

We'll take that post you've always wanted.

Got it.

He's hemorrhaging!

They say the yellow butterflies are thick

as clouds there, remember?

Research Station Aquatica,

this is X-ray Alpha 2-18.

Have you in sight. Approaching from 0-6-0.

Copy, 2-18.

Stay with him. Keep talking.

Let's move!

- I'm not this kind of doctor.

- Just keep doing what you're doing.

Where's the chopper? Tower?

Come on, Brenda. Where's my chopper?

Franklin, this end!

Keep it coming!

Ready. It's all right, honey. Hold on.

Got it. Okay, move him out.

Let's go!

I love you!

- Come on!

- Get up! Come on!

Come on, Carter!

Pull up, 2-18! Pull up!

Damn! I can't get a picture.

Tower, have you got a visual? Copy.

I can't get anything.

- Do you copy?

- Going to back-up.

Got it!

I'm going to take this as a sign.

Where is he now?

Where is he?

- The whole system's shut down.

- Brenda?

Are you there?

This thing is dead.

Somebody, please...

...tell me what that is.

Please.

All right, people, let's move.

Now!

Get to the door!

Come on. You can't help him.

- The door frame is bent.

- Open.

Open it!

Turn it! Turn it!

No!

Tower, can you hear me?

Anyone, hello?

We got to get topside, find some help.

What?

We're flooded.

Sh*t!

There's no other stairway from this level.

Elevator?

It seals off automatically

to keep the shaft from filling.

There's no way up.

All right. Okay.

If this is a lesson about the drinking,

let's just say I've learned it.

No need to get carried away,

showing me your vengeful side.

I know Your wrath, Lord.

If Corridor B is dry...

...we go back to the maintenance ladder,

climb down to Level 3.

We get to the wet entry.

We take the sub topside, two at a time.

We go down to get up.

All right, let's move. Come on.

Sounds like somebody made it.

Over here! We're over here!

Preach?

What the hell is that?

Lab equipment maybe, banging around.

Think so?

Not a chance.

We got to get past that door.

Let's go!

Come on!

Open the door!

Go! Go!

Bird!

Come on, bird!

Where are you, bird?

Hey, d*ckhead!

Bird?

Fat butt!

Bird?

Anybody here?

- Cowboy, let me ask you a question.

- We should keep moving.

I'm talking to him!

Was that a goddamn shark

that broke through that door?

I expect so.

You expect so?

Well, well, well.

Am I the only a**hole down here

who thinks that a tad bit odd?

It can do that? Bust through a steel door?

I ain't the expert.

Given Gen 2's size

and some room to move...

...she could put a couple tons,

maybe more, into a hit.

So, yeah, in my opinion.

If she wants through, she's coming.

And these sharks...

...they aren't breaking down doors

for the sheer joy of it, are they?

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