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Diving!

6-0-0!

Hold on, it's coming!

620!

Put a hat on!

Brace yourselves! Brace! Brace!

Brace!

( POWER WHIRRING DOWN )

( HIGH-PITCHED TONE )

( SCREAMING )

Hold him down!

Hold him down!

Hold him down!

Hold him down!

Hold him!

Open your jaw!

Hold him down!

Keep him still, Hurst!

We need him still! Keep still!

Easy.

( FLESH TEARING )

Oh, f***.

Barotrauma...

pressure caught in a tooth

cavity, under your filling.

[MITCH] Bell to surface,

bell to surface.

Bell to surface, do you copy?

Over.

Internal pressure is stable.

I'm gonna assess the damage.

You're gonna do what?

I'm gonna assess the damage.

Do it.

Yeah.

Hurst, suit him up.

Right.

And check the seal.

Jonesy, you all right?

Oh, f*** it all.

Can you stand up?

You okay?

F*** yeah.

Can you focus?

Oxygen cylinders

on port side all secure.

Damage from the fall

appears minimal.

We got off lightly.

OB3 pressure reading

at 90 percent.

The beacon on top of the bell

is transmitting as normal.

We're still pinging.

Still no comms.

[JONES]

Why did they drop us

so quickly?

Listen, Jonesy, we just

have to wait it out.

They put us on the floor for a

reason. They'll take us back up

to the surface when they can.

We just need to stay calm.

Bell to Karsen, it's Mitch,

do you read me? Over.

[JONES]

Why aren't they answering?

They're riding out the worst

of it, then they're gonna haul

us back up, right?

Hurst, we need an inventory

of the bell, first aid box,

survival suits, blankets...

Got it!

Flares.

Blankets, first aid...

no survival suits.

What?

There's no f***ing

survival suits.

We should be okay. Back-up

heating supply is working.

Where's Engel?

With any luck, he's trapped

inside a whale.

MITCH (OVER RADIO)

Engel, give me an update.

How does she look?

ENGEL (OVER RADIO)

Hold on a minute.

I want to check

the umbilical to the ship.

You know your old man

was always teetotal

whenever we dived in Asia?

That's bollocks.

No, serious, he never

touched a drop.

He had this deep-rooted

fear of the place.

He was terrified he'd get pissed

and wake up...

with some lady boy with a big

stiffie, loving him long time.

You met your wife out there,

didn't you? Popping out

ping pongs?

Yeah, I caught a few.

Engel, what's the external

damage?

[MITCH]

What's the external damage?

Engel!

The ship is down.

What? What are you

talking about?

Don't listen to him, the guy's

a walking, f***ing Jonah.

What the hell is that?

That belongs to the

winch mechanism.

Whoa, whoa, sure, the winch

mechanism may have sustained

some damage.

You're not listening to me.

Now the ship has other means

of rescue. They're going through

those options as we speak.

Now Jones, get on the radio.

Huh?

Get on the radio!

And the first thing that we need

to do is re-establish radio--

[JONES] Bell to surface.

Bell to surface.

The ship is down.

Radio contact--

The f***ing ship is down!

[JONES]

Bell to surface.

I just saw Karsen's dead body

on the ocean floor.

There's no one there,

Mitchell.

We're on our own.

We should have left

when Karsen gave the order.

We're only alive because we

never made it to the surface.

We got what, around 18 hours

breathing supply?

How long until someone finds us?

I don't know. How could

I possibly know that?

We're around, what,

five hours from Mombasa.

Now the ship would have sent out

a Mayday, so the rescue teams

are probably under way.

But once they're in range...

they'll pick up the bell's

location beacon. I don't know!

We're in the middle of the

Indian Ocean off the coast

of Africa.

There are more pirates in these

waters than there are fish.

Do you really think that

Vaxxilon are gonna risk sending

another crew to rescue us?

Yeah, why wouldn't they?

[ENGEL]

Vaxxilon are in lockdown.

They're figuring out some PR

strategy to cover their asses.

They just lost one boat, they're

not gonna risk losing another.

Well, I guarantee you,

a rescue is under way.

And I guarantee you that they're

already filling out their

insurance claims.

Oh, come on!

How the f*** is this helpful?

It's simple economics,

you dumb ass.

You're say-- you're saying

they're not gonna come?

He's wrong!

It's in our contracts!

In an emergency situation,

all saturation divers

are transferred to a high--

The unit went down

with the ship!

Okay, well, then they'll send

another bell down.

If? If they're looking

for us!

Shut up!

No, you shut the f*** up!

Yo! Back off!

You think they would have sent

us down in a storm if they gave

a sh*t about our safety?

They'll write it off as a freak

of nature, as a force major,

as an act of God!

And your doting wife

can go to your funeral...

in the misguided belief

that she lost a hero!

Shut up! Shut up!

That is enough!

Now none of us wants to be

in this situation...

but we do what we are trained to

do, we stay focused...

and I promise you we will

get out of here!

Vaxxilon will come to get us.

We sit, wait,

conserve oxygen, that's it.

Now, sit down!

Please.

We do know that the weld

was at the DC178 manifold.

Yeah, write this down.

DC178 manifold, 19 degrees,

14 minutes south...

71 degrees, 33 minutes east.

You got that?

Okay, get on comms, transmit

that position every 15 minutes.

We're a lost bell

from the DSV Lorimer.

Our coordinates are 19 degrees,

14 minutes south--

We need to float the bell.

Detach the clump weight

and make her buoyant.

We'll be a hell of a lot more

visible on the surface.

No, because right now, pressure

is equalized inside and out.

But the bell rises, the pressure

drops, the chamber could become

compromised...

but we're not gonna know that

until it's too late.

If we lose pressure inside

the bell, we're all dead.

We follow procedure

and wait for Vaxxilon.

Sh*t! We're losing oxygen!

Right! Put your emergency

masks on now!

The CO2 level is nearly red.

My mask, I can't breathe!

My mask is broken!

Put the mask on!

It's broke! I can't

put the mask on!

You need to reboot the power

supply!

Clear the air

with a fresh O2 tank!

Here, put the mask on.

Hurst--

Hurst, you got my mask!

Engel's down!

( COUGHING )

Engel, breathe!

[JONES]

Power supply rebooting.

O2 levels increasing.

It's stabilizing, breathe!

Hurst, you're a little late.

Breathe!

Bell's breathing system

malfunctioned.

We were taking

in our own carbon dioxide.

Two hours... how did we just

lose two hours of breathing gas?

We lost an external cylinder.

I know we lost an external

cylinder!

I sent you out there to check

for damage!

No, the umbilical was on the

ocean floor, that took priority!

That just cost us!

And you'd still be waiting

for a f***ing ghost ship

to haul us back up!

We need to float the bell.

How many times are you gonna

make me go through this?

All we have to trust

in is your belief system.

If we locate the ship,

we'll have enough breathing

gas for a month.

The ship could be scattered

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