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the amount of air.

The longer he's in the water,

the less air we have.

We don't decide who dies.

Maybe you don't.

One less breath in here...

could be the difference between

you seeing your wife and

children again...

or them seeing you in a box.

No... no.

[ENGEL]

We gotta do something, Mitch.

HURST (OVER RADIO)

My boy never--

The free flow

is pumping vital air.

[MITCH]

You need to respond. Over.

Hurst, talk to me now. Over.

HURST (OVER RADIO)

My boy... it's hot--

( BREATHING STOPS )

( EERIE MUSIC PLAYING )

MITCH (V.O.)

If we live,

we live for the Lord.

And if we die,

we die for the Lord.

So if we live or die,

we belong to the Lord.

Amen.

( ETHEREAL MUSIC FADES UP )

( MUSIC CONTINUES )

( GASPING )

[MITCH]

Breathe.

You all right?

We're not gonna make it,

are we?

Don't lose hope.

Lisa hates hospitals.

She doesn't even like

walking past them.

Says they smell of... loss.

Full of broken people.

Who's gonna go with her?

She'll be on her own.

What's it like?

What? The birth?

I'm terrified of it.

There ain't a man alive

who's not afraid of that.

I mean, one minute you're

standing in this strange room

and the next you're...

holding this precious--

You won't ever wanna let go.

I remember when Taylor was born.

My first.

I was stuck offshore.

By the time I arrived,

Carmel had been in that room

for over 13 hours.

She gave me such a look.

You know, I mean,

I thought she was gonna kill me.

And then suddenly out he came.

And I said to her,

you know, I said...

"He wasn't ready to come out.

He was waiting for the

right time.

"He was waiting

for his daddy to arrive."

And she said to me,

"If that's the case,

Peter Mitchell...

"you should have been here

at the start, you idiot."

How did you end up

in the water?

You know, the beauty of it.

The peace.

It's kind of like an affair,

you know?

I won't let go of her

and she won't let go of me.

( ELECTRICITY FIZZLES )

It's the heater.

Oh, sh*t.

The element's gone.

Sh*t.

What are the options?

This gonna work?

Yeah, absolutely.

I mean, it's a little crude,

but... it should do the job.

One homemade steam boiler.

Well done, kid.

Hey, at least we'll die warm.

How long we got?

[MITCH]

A little over an hour.

MITCH (V.O.)

To my sweet Carmel...

I'm writing these words

in the hope...

that you never get

to read them.

Forgive me.

I know I should have listened

when you said you wanted

me to stop.

Dah dah dah dah dah

dah dah dah dah dah

( RADIO STATIC )

COMMANDER (OVER RADIO)

Lorimer bell. Lorimer bell.

COMMANDER (OVER RADIO)

How do you read me? Over.

Yes, yes, loud and clear.

Over.

COMMANDER (OVER RADIO)

This is the commander of the

navy frigate HMS Marlborough.

COMMANDER (OVER RADIO)

Can you give me a sit rep

on your number of divers? Over.

We are a four-man

saturation dive--

Correction.

We are a three-man dive team.

COMMANDER (OVER RADIO)

Can you state your exact

position? Over.

Commander, we don't know

our exact location.

I would imagine that Vaxxilon

have sent the pipeline

coordinates.

COMMANDER (OVER RADIO)

Negative. We have had

no contact with Vaxxilon.

COMMANDER (OVER RADIO) Your

distress signal was intercepted

by a Chinese vessel.

COMMANDER (OVER RADIO)

Can you give your last known

coordinates? Over.

Jonesy, notebook, notebook.

Our coordinates were

19 degrees, 14 minutes south...

71 degrees, 33 minutes east.

Over.

COMMANDER (OVER RADIO) Without

exact coordinates, it's going

to be time-consuming. Over.

Well, time is one thing that we

have precious little of,

Commander.

COMMANDER (OVER RADIO)

Roger that, but I'm afraid

we are talking hours...

not minutes. We're coming.

Over and out.

Vaxxilon just hung us

out to dry.

[ENGEL]

Mitch, Mitch, I've got an idea.

If we can find a field

marking...

the drywall chambers on the

pipelines carry spare cylinders.

If we mix the gas

with our remaining helium...

it might--

might just buy us enough time.

We'll have drifted for miles.

There's no way of knowing

where it is.

It's like the interstate

highway down there.

Now we hit one direction,

we're bound to hit a pipeline

sooner or later.

What if the drywall chambers

are empty?

We're gonna die before

that ship arrives anyway.

I don't think we have a choice.

I'm heading out,

heading north.

Are we happy?

I think so.

One sec.

I thought you said

you were done.

Come on, Jones.

I am. I am. I am.

Engel, how's the heat?

More Seattle than Florida.

His umbilical's at halfway.

Can you see anything?

ENGEL (OVER RADIO)

No, not yet.

Water.

There must be something here.

Halle-f***ing-lujah.

He found it.

Can you see any markings?

I'm by a field joint.

Okay, but you're running

out of umbilical.

I'm at SG3A5.

JONES (OVER RADIO)

Yeah, I've got it.

Okay, there's no weld chamber

there. Okay, try the adjacent

pipeline.

It's about 30 meters

if you head East.

I'm cold. I need more heat.

No. No.

We're out of gas.

Engel, there's no more heat.

You need to get back here now.

No... if I do that,

we're all dead.

ENGEL (OVER RADIO)

Bodies everywhere.

I'm in situ. Where now?

Southwest or northeast?

Southwest.

Are you sure? How far?

Come on.

It's 20 meters.

I've found it, Mitchell.

Sh*t.

What?

The umbilical's all played out.

I'm at the end of the line.

I can see the drywall chamber.

I'm gonna detach.

MITCH (OVER RADIO)

No, that's not a good idea.

You'll lose your comms.

ENGEL (OVER RADIO)

Switching feed to bailout.

Engel.

Engel.

Okay, you need to keep both

channels open, and let me know

if he responds.

Engel, can you hear me?

Engel, head back

to the field joint.

I'm on my way.

You need to respond.

( DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING )

Engel, do you read me? Over.

I'm at SG3A5.

Engel, talk to me.

Mitch, have you got a visual?

I'm at the end of his

umbilical. He's detached.

Turn off diver two

breathing supply.

Wait.

I think I see him. He's down.

But I think he's got

a cylinder.

Jones, he's got a cylinder.

He's got a cylinder.

Engel.

Come on.

I'm at the end of my umbilical.

Can't rea--

I got him. I got him.

( DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING )

JONES (OVER RADIO)

Mitch, how much further?

We're ten feet from the bell.

Get ready to haul him in.

( ALARM BLARING )

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Come on. Let's get you--

Mitch, hurry up!

Let's go.

I need you to do

the cylinders. Go!

Do the f***ing cylinder!

( GAS HISSING )

[JONES]

It's on.

Oh, my god.

Oh, f***.

He moved.

[JONES]

He just f***ing moved.

He just f***ing--

Help me get him up.

Lift him up.

Get the emergency mask.

Put it on him.

( BREATHING DEEPLY )

[MITCH]

I don't know how he's

still alive...

but he's just given us

another two hours.

Hey, how you doing?

Huh?

That good?

COMMANDER (OVER RADIO)

Lorimer bell. Lorimer bell.

Please respond. Over.

How close are you? Over.

COMMANDER (OVER RADIO) We

should be in range of your

coordinates within 90 minutes.

But we'll still need to locate

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