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Because I assumed

it was the usual thing.

Big city journalist trying to make himself

look good by stirring up circulation.

Apparently, it's more

than just idle curiosity.

Is there any truth

to Turner's insinuations?

No, absolutely not.

Doesn't seem likely

he'd make wild accusations.

Turner has a fine reputation.

Hell, maybe he's just getting senile

and needs to prove something.

How do I know?

Tell you what I don't need...

that's anyone in my employ

jeopardizing Trojan's integrity

and accomplishments...

which have taken me

a lifetime to achieve.

Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

- All right, What's next?

- The skull.

Now I'll show you the torso.

There's barely any cartilage

left of the joints

to hold the frame together.

And inside the bones,

even the marrow has been sucked dry.

All right, the dental records

confirm that this was Bill Sullivan.

But how did he die?

For chrissakes, what did this?

I'd like to hear

the answer to that one.

This examination was supposed

to be closed to the press.

I'll try not to get in your way.

Is that the same condition

the baby was in, doctor?

Exactly.

But I don't know of anything that

would operate with a vacuum effect

of stripping a human being

right down to the bone.

There must be something

monstrous out there...

monstrous and infernal.

What do you mean, "must be"?

Have you suddenly become

a marine expert?

No, but I know

the best in the country.

Well, if you're talking

about Will Gleeson.

Two of his divers are coming down

to check the underwater effects

of that tunnel construction.

Sound decision, Robards.

- Arriving when?

- Sometime tomorrow.

May be too late, I don't like

to wait on an official report.

I'm gonna see Gleeson himself.

Turner!

I wanna keep

the lid on this thing.

I won't put anything into print

without your clearing it.

Here you go, baby.

You want another one?

Hey, come here.

Don't go too easy on her, Mike.

You gotta get

a little tough sometimes.

I'm sorry, Will.

But you're the only one

who can get them to do what you want.

Well, just keep trying.

You'll get the hang of it.

Quite a show they put on!

These killer whales may unlock

some of the biggest mysteries of the sea

we don't even know about yet.

Until then, could you unlock

some of the mysteries

confronting my community?

Yeah, I heard about that.

The Oceanography Institute

called me yesterday,

so I sent two of my best divers

up there to check out the area.

I'm disappointed.

You have a reputation for laying

your judgments on the line.

Or your neck.

- Where'd you get that?

- Time magazine.

Tough city kid claws, or, rather,

swims his way up out of the gutter.

Not through sports,

but on the back of a fish.

You make it sound

better than they wrote it.

Will you help us?

Well... I'd like to, but asking me

to go in the water now

would be like asking those

killer whales to fight without teeth.

What does that mean?

Couple months ago,

I had a little diving accident.

Went down too far

and got the bends.

I can answer that for you.

My wife Vicky.

Ned Turner. He's a reporter.

Show him around.

Easy, now.

Watch out, or the Marine Commission

guys'll give us hell.

Okay, we'll try to take care of that.

Don't worry.

Slower. Go easy there!

Get ready, men.

Two fathoms.

Four fathoms.

Pressure check.

Okay, Don, We just ran

a check on our pressure.

We're okay.

Eight fathoms.

Mike, what the hell

are the men doing up there?

Hey! We're bouncing around in here.

Is anything wrong?

Not up here.

Everything's okay, guys.

Eleven fathoms.

I wonder why Corey was trying

to pay us off so we wouldn't do this dive.

What are you worrying

about Corey for, anyway?

Sixteen.

- For chrissake.

- Nineteen fathoms.

If Will sent us down here,

he must've had good reason.

So why don't we get it over with

and go down to Mexico over

the weekend with those two broads.

- Yeah.

- Twenty-two fathoms.

Twenty-seven fathoms.

Twenty-nine fathoms.

Okay, come on.

Don! Can you hear me?!

Don, raise her up, will ya?!

- Anything wrong down there?

- Get this thing up!

Michael! Come here!

Something went wrong!

What?!

We're going to bring you up

right now. Let her go!

I couldn't do a thing to help him!

He was... sucked right in!

What? What?!

We were checking the cables,

and all of a sudden...

What the hell's going on? Don!

- The generator.

- Right.

The power's going!

Hey, what happened?

Come on, get the lead out!

For chrissake,

what the hell's taking so long?

Mr, Corey!

I'll sit over here.

I called you several times today.

But your secretary kept

telling me you were out.

I still am... to you.

Mind if I join you?

I'd like to ask a few questions

about a possible connection

between your tunnel construction

and those deaths in the harbor.

Scotch on the rocks.

Make it double, please.

You nervous about something?

Does a man have to be nervous

to enjoy a drink?

If he's not a drinking man.

I come in here a lot.

It's the first I've seen of you.

Waiting for someone?

Like who?

Will Gleeson and his wife are supposed

to be arriving this afternoon.

Turner, there is nothing wrong

with that tunnel.

And stop sticking your nose

into my business.

This place is too small for you

to keep backing away from me.

That drink's on me, honey.

Can't we have

our little talk together?

I would like to enter

these two boys in the sailboat race.

This is my son Tommy,

and this is his best friend Jamie.

This pamphlet

will explain the rules.

And a $5,00 registration fee each.

$5,00 each? Oh...

Here you are.

Could I have their names?

Yes, Tommy... Frascati...

I always forget.

My second husband was Italian.

And this is Jamie... Docherty.

Yes. Docherty.

D-O-C-H. Is that right?

D-O-C-H-E-R-T-Y. Yes.

And allow enough time

to be in Oceanside

at least 24 hours before the race.

We have to be there

24 hours before the race?

- Yeah.

- Oh, please, mommy?

Please, Mrs. Turner?

Okay. All right.

Oceanside's about 50 miles

down the coast, isn't it?

Yes.

These are the forms that need

to be filled in by their parents

giving them authorization.

- Yes. All right.

- And these are for you.

Thank you! How nice. T-shirts.

The only trouble is, Jamie's mother

has two jobs... day and night.

Can I take the applications

to her to fill out? I'll bring it back,

Sure, that'll be fine.

You do know the race

takes place in open sea?

And we have participants

from all over the area.

Oh, it's gonna be a big crowd.

We are.

Anyway, good luck to you both.

I don't really approve

of competitive racing.

My sport is scuba diving.

I think it's safer.

Do you have a reservation

for Will Gleeson?

- Oh, yes. Here it is.

- Thank you.

Here you go.

By the way, there's a gentleman

waiting to speak to you in the bar.

Who might that be?

John Corey, vice president

of Trojan Tunnels.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Gleeson.

Good afternoon.

What's he doing up here?

Have you never heard,

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