Deep Star Six Page #2

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beautiful here. Flowers, trees...

- Must be nice having a family.

- It's what keeps me going.

- You anxious to get home?

- Yes, I am.

Now tell me why you came in here.

Could you talk to Van Gelder about

letting me travel to the missile site?

Collins has discovered

these unusual caverns.

But Van Gelder is blowing them up

in order to place the missiles.

If Van Gelder doesn't get

the platform in place this week, -

- the Navy's gonna close the book

on Deepstar.

I've studied these waters

for six months.

We must proceed with caution.

Those caverns need to be checked.

Otherwise, we don't know

what we're getting into.

To be honest with you, I don't care

if they took a shovel to this place.

I have to make sure Van Gelder gets

the site operational before we return.

- I'm sorry.

- I still think it's a big mistake.

Come on!

- Water rationing can be a b*tch.

- Very funny.

You'll have to wait 24 hours

to finish showering, -

- unless you persuade someone

to let you use their card.

It's getting cold.

- Let her down. Easy.

- I got it.

Easy. Easy...

You a**hole.

Seacat to Seatrak.

Last package in place.

Okay, give me some distance.

That's far enough.

- Let her rip.

- Ready? Fire in the hole.

- The sea floor is giving way.

- Back it up!

You guys all right?

- Yeah, we're okay.

- When I scrape out my drawers.

Prep a remote. I want to see

what you're sitting on.

- Are they serious?

- You heard her. Prep a remote.

Remote batteries up to full.

Motors up, guidance system engaged.

- Camera's on.

- Launch remote.

Signal coming through. Seatrak?

Stand by to receive remote signal.

It's like another world.

Under every deep,

a lower deep opens.

- What's that?

- Emerson.

Sh*t, we should be recording this!

Seacat, I want to run a tape.

- She'll want some stills next.

- Hodges, some stills too.

Start the VCR. Set the stills

for five second intervals.

VCR rolling and recording.

Port and starboard still cameras on.

That wasn't so hard, was it?

We lost the signal.

See if you can fix it.

- We're not getting any signal.

- We're working on it.

Goddamn piece ofjunk!

Better bring it up.

- We lost the remote.

- Not again.

Van Gelder's gonna sh*t kittens

when he finds out.

"You know how expensive

remotes are?"

- You wanna go after it?

- You mean, just go?

- Standing by.

- Prepare to detach.

- Detach.

- We're away.

Can't wait to show this to Scarpelli.

She's gonna wet her panties.

Underwater volcanoes have been

active here for a long time.

The cavern was probably formed

by a lava bubble.

- Could sea creatures have survived?

- It's possible.

So they could be

thousands of years old?

Let's see what the guys

have picked up on the remote.

- They've detached.

- What are you doing?

- We have trouble with the remote.

- Did you lose it again?

- We're rectifying the situation.

- If you lost it you're in trouble.

What? We're having trouble

with the transmission...

If we get away with this,

it'll be a miracle.

There it is. The remote.

Let's bring it aboard

and get out of here.

- You scared of a few ugly fish?

- This place gives me the creeps.

I just don't like caves.

- Sonar contact, bearing 237.

- Sonar contact? Here?

Contact closer. 300 metres.

I don't see anything.

- Holy sh*t, I don't believe it!

- Mayday!

- Look at the size of that thing!

- Get us out of here!

What's wrong, Seacat?

Seacat, come in. Do you read?

They're in trouble.

See if you can get a fix on them.

- No contact.

- That's impossible.

Are you telling me

they've disappeared?

- No contact.

- You're sure?

Okay, I'm calling Laidlaw.

Deepstar 6, this is Seatrak.

Deepstar 6, this is Seatrak,

come in.

Sh*t!

I got contact.

I don't think it's Seacat.

It's moving too fast.

- What is it, Collins?

- We've lost contact with Seacat.

- Get me the Captain.

- He's busy.

- Get Laidlaw now, Snyder!

- Yes, ma'am.

B*tch.

- What the hell was that?

- Check the stabilizers. Mayday!

Deepstar, mayday! This is Seatrak!

Stabilizers are out!

Something is pushing us over!

Let me try the switch.

- Here's the Captain, Collins.

- Put her over the speaker.

Say again, Seatrak. This is Deepstar,

please acknowledge.

- Sh*t! I lost her.

- Trouble?

She called and said she'd lost contact

with Seacat, and now I've lost her.

The transmitter screwed up again.

When is the shift change?

- Fourteen hours.

- I'd better check it out.

- All right, Sport, let's hit it.

- She's ready to roll, Dad.

Close us up.

- Deepstar 6, how do you read?

- Loud and clear.

- Pressure?

- 3.6 and holding.

- Oxygen?

- Oxygen is 4.0.

- Fuel?

- 412 pounds. Pressure steady.

Locking collar?

Umbilicals?

- Check.

- Henway?

- Henway ready.

- What's a henway?

About three to four pounds.

Very funny, a**holes. DSRV-2,

you are clear for departure.

- Have a nice day, Snyder.

- I got your nice day right here.

My heart is still beating?

I thought it stopped.

Let me get some of this off you.

What is it?

My legs. I can't move them.

- Bad, huh?

- I've seen worse.

- I don't think so.

- Did you see what hit us?

- No. I have no idea.

- I'll see if I can move this.

God, it's too heavy.

You've got to stay awake

until help comes.

- Someone's gonna come for us soon.

- You think I'll make it?

Yeah, hang on. Just keep talking.

At least one good thing will come

out of it. We'll be going home soon.

Seatrak, DSRV-2 here. Do you read?

DSRV-2 to Seatrak.

- Come in, Seatrak.

- They've had hours to fix the radio.

- They couldn't fix a toaster.

- Yeah. I think she's in trouble.

Collins can take care of herself.

Are you ever going to marry her?

- Me, marry Collins? Get outta town!

- She's a great lady.

Tell me something I don't know.

First woman to graduate SEALS.

She's one of the Navy's finest.

She don't need a submarine pilot -

- who's never had more

than a week's pay in his pocket.

Apply to OCS. I've got some pull.

You can make it.

Come on! Can you see me

in an officer's uniform?

No way. I'll just moonlight

till the oil business picks up.

- This is for the birds.

- Fish.

Sonar contact. Bearing, 175.

- What kind of contact?

- I'm not sure.

What the hell's that, a whale?

A sub?

I don't think... Wait a second,

it's changing course.

New bearing, 135.

- It's heading straight for us.

- What's our speed?

- 12 knots.

- Reduce speed to one-third.

Christ, look at it move.

All stop.

What the hell is that?

I think we're in big trouble, boss.

- Blow ballast. 100 metres.

- Forward tanks, blow.

Kill the light.

Positive 80. 90...

- It's gone.

- Oh, man!

- I wonder what it was.

- Who knows.

We're on the turnpike.

Bullpen at 500 metres and closing.

Seatrak, this is DSRV-2.

Do you read?

- Jesus, what a mess.

- Seatrak, acknowledge.

- What do you think?

- I don't know.

- Can we dock?

- The angle's wrong.

- One bump and she's gone.

- Well, don't bump her, then.

Come on, baby.

Collar's in place. Umbilicals.

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