Raise the Titanic Page #3

We got all the stuff from the White Star Line, engineering

drawings and a complete stuctural design for the Titanic.

Good. How about a crew list,yes we got

that too. - And I think may be we lucked out.

One of the survivors is a man named Bigalow.

He was junior third officer in charge of cargo and

he is living in England, some place in Cornwall.

Its an odd thing you know. I had a few ships

shot out under me, more than my share.

Three in the war of 1914-1918

and two in 1939-1945...

but all any body ever asked,

me about the Titanic.

And now I am doing the same thing.

- And you're lucky you came to the right man.

As I said, it was cargo hold number nine.

D- deck on port side.

You sure of that location?

- No question about it.

We all saw that vault, when

it was loaded on board.

And we saw the passenger who owned it.

Not lightly to forget him...

a bushy beard and eyes like a fox.

Even if he had got a gun at me the

way he did, I would remember him.

The gun buisness. You said that happened

when the Titanic was already goin down?

Lifeboats in the water,

only half filled...

people scrambling all over.

It was pitiful.

I was on my way up to the boat deck

to give a hand...

when this crazy little fellow

shoved a gun in my face.

Wanted to go to cargo hold number nine...

and if I wouldn't take him,

he shoot me in my tracks.

That's what he said.

Well I was a young fellow than...

Wanted to live as long as I could,

So I took him.

When turned down number nine was

the only hold not already flooded.

Once he got in there spoted what

he was looking for, he was happy.

When I have nightmares about that lovely ship going

down I always see that crazy old man with the gun.

That was the last time you saw him,

there in the hold?

That's right. He wouldn't leave.

He went up to that vault

of his, a huge thing...

8 foot square, and that he did as if he

was the dog, muttering to himself.

You remember what he said?

- Same thing over and over.

Thanks to God for...

Southby. Thank God for Southby.

Its must be a pretty quiet life

for a man like you.

God help a man who can't live by himself.

We all end up in a single way,

sooner or later.

There he is, the owner himself.

I had already missed you.

What do you want a whiskey or a nice

point of bitter? - Just a moment, Sarah.

This is Sarah Martin Dale, a women of

substance, a beauty and a worm heart.

And this is Captain Pitt,

of the United States navy.

Retired, like myself.

Retired might Early, if I may say so.

Keep your hands off him sarah

and give us two large pink gin.

Full measure and don't skim.

Sarah talk big...

fact is she is frightened silly of men.

Those of us who know her best,

suspect she still a maiden.

My God, the man's got off.

Come along to the rear.

This is my Titanic collection.

All its left, in memories.

What a lovely thing she was.

Standing as high in the water as

one of your skyscrapers.

Longer than two football fields...

And furnishing to mach the finest mentions

in England.

She was one of her kind,

no question about it.

And God himself, they said,

couldn't sink her.

Then in two hours she was gone...

and fifteen hundred souls with her.

I took the flag of her before she was gone.

If you manage to bring her up again...

maybe you put it back,

where it belongs.

Control, this is deep Quest at 8000 feet,

searching section 22.

Visibility fair, negative contact. Out.

This is Turtle, depth 9200 feet.

No contact. Out.

This is Starfish at 10000 feet, conducting

sonar search section 24. No contacts.

Depth?

- 11420 feet.

6000 pound per square inch.

One of these days the water

gonna squash us like bug.

What are you grumble about, Marker?

- There are plenty of reasons to grumble.

Hang Around down here in this chunk canned

Looking for what?

We're looking for what ever is down here.

Guys, I just spoil your fun,

we're going up. Pitt's comming in.

Oh Good, maybe he found

what he was looking for.

Marine Air Base One to Three.

Three Marine.

Wind direction 220 degrees with 18 knots.

Roger. 220 to 18 knots.

Helo three you're cleared.

Any thing happened down there?

- No, nothing yet.

Which brings up a point, I think the sub crew

should be told what they're looking for..

Helps moral.

- It sounds like a good idea.

Why don't we hold a briefing this afternoon?

- We have a visitor. Did you notice?

Yeah, I spotted a the Russian flag as we comming in.

- Looks like a marine research vessel.

I means its only may be got a half of

dozen gun cruise men on board.

They're just nosing around.

They don't know not what we are looking for.

- Not yet, anyway.

Deep Quest, this is Star Fish. Have Sonar

Contact in section 26 at depth 12700 feet.

Request permission to investigate.

This is Deep Quest. Negative.

Maintain present depth.

You are only certified to 12000 feet.

We will checked it out.

Here Turtle, 3475 meter depth.

Section 23 searched without contact.

Starfish, this is Deep Quest. request you conduct sonar

search section 33 at maximum depth of 12000 feet.

This is Starfish. Roger. Out.

This is Starfish, approaching 12000 feet.

continuing sonar search over.

This is Control do not exceed

12000 feet depth limit.. Out.

Lieutenant.

Control, this is Star Fish.

Bridge Control.

- This is Bridge.

Star Fish reports she is flooding.

We're trying to get more information.

Release the batteries pass.

- Batteries pass away.

Control, this is Star Fish, we fill

up, we try to surface.

I repeat, this is Starfish, we flooding,

we try to surface.

We are broken.

Starfish, this is control.

We lost contact.

Where is Turtle?

In a water 11000 feet, heading

through the Starfish position.

This is Turtle.

We have Starfish visual contact.

She is going down fast,

they got to lose the weight.

We have taken too much of water.

- Press the panic switch, release the ball.

Release the ball.

- That I try.

Control, Star Fish is just imploded.

Request permission to surface.

Yes, Klink. Yes.

Come on up.

Doctor Silverstein and I have

Reviewed the data.

Oh bullshit. I've heard that

story a dozen times.

While you were busy here screwing around with your computers,

we been out there for five weeks, we had found nothing.

Meanwhile, I just lost three men.

I think they found the answer, now Dirk.

Go on.

The new projections based on a theory that all the

reported positions were slightly off and most important.

We failed to take into account

that smoke stuck

cracked it off the Titanic went down.

We built a scale model of the Titanic, perfectly

weighted and balanced in exact propation.

In two hundred experiments ranged road

down no more than one tenth of a degree...

and it landed exactly where your

submarsbles have been looking.

Then we did it without smoke chimney

we hit a completely different position.

Four hundred times we

repeated this process...

and every time it landed

within inch same spot.

Every single time.

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