Tentacoli Page #3

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"Behind every great fortune is a crime"?

- I'll be ready.

- Yes, sir.

I also heard,

"Never bullshit a bullshitter."

- I'll be up in a minute.

- Okay.

Yes, and we were up here, anyway.

Don't start in on me about

that tunnel again. We need the tunnel.

I'm not against the tunnel.

The Marine Commission

could've been mistaken.

Maybe the seismic detectors

were up too high, or maybe...

Maybe, maybe, maybe.

Maybe this and maybe that.

All we got is a bunch of maybes.

The baby's body and Bill's

showed the same characteristics...

As the scuba divers. Right.

That's not a maybe.

All three men were in the water.

But not the baby.

Her carriage

was parked on the pier

with a drop of ten feet

down to the water.

Although she was found

in the water, she didn't jump in...

not at ten months of age.

Robards, they had to have

something in common.

We know, pretty much,

the time of each disappearance.

From the baby's mother.

Bill had just radioed the Coast Guard

a few minutes

before Jack heard him fall in.

And we know the time

of the divers' deaths.

The divers had intercoms

in their ship.

They talked to each other

on their two-way radios.

Of course they did.

That's what they use when they're

inspecting the equipment.

But the baby...

There isn't any connection.

There was nothing going on

out on the coast road.

The taxi driver had already

radioed his dispatcher,

and he did not report anything weird.

The radio.

The radio.

They all had that in common.

It's against my principles

to spend so much money on children.

Why couldn't you take up

a nice hobby, like...

woodworking or baseball?

These walkie-talkies are great.

You can coach us from the shore.

And don't think I won't!

What? Again?

You're the champion pisher.

Over there.

Tommy, tell me. Why do you think

Jamie has to wee-wee so much?

He's excited about the race.

He is?

Listen, you must

promise me something.

That you will take care of Jamie.

He's two years younger than you.

And doesn't have

so much experience sailing.

Okay, Mommy.

And you promise me something else.

If it is a windy day, you both go

in the same boat. Promise?

I promise.

You're so sweet.

You're a genius, like your mother.

I'm a very good sailor.

If I went in that boat with you...

you would certainly win.

Then we'd need

a tornado to move the boat.

Don't be so smart!

Mommy, you're plump.

There's more to love.

Oh, sweet-talk me

like your father.

Everything come out all right?

One more boy like you,

and the Los Angeles River will overflow.

Oh, my goodness.

Come on. No more presents!

It can't be that bad.

What's on your mind?

I was just thinking that I could be

the happiest woman in the world.

What do you mean "could be"?

Will, let's ask them

to send us dinner up here.

Let's stay here.

Let's stay in bed.

How long?

For as long as you can take it.

Well, it might be two weeks.

Or until after the dive tomorrow.

Come on, honey.

I know you're worried,

and I love you for it.

But you got nothing

to worry about.

I know, I know. It's your job.

But... Will, why do you have

to keep pushing so hard?

Maybe I'm just still a kid at heart.

Will, I love you.

And I'm begging you...

please, please don't go.

Oh, Vicky.

If there's one thing

the streets taught me, it's survival.

- I'll be careful...

- Survival!

At 140 feet your lungs can burst

like a balloon, and you know that.

All right.

All right, honey.

If it'll make you any happier.

I'll only go down for three minutes,

and I won't go beyond 120 feet.

That'll give me

a good edge, all right?

Three minutes.

You're willing to bet

your life on three minutes.

Well, I'm not.

Not your life, not our life together.

Or does that matter

to you anymore?

Vicky, now you listen to me.

I've lost two good friends here.

I don't know why, I don't know how.

But I'm gonna find out.

You're just gonna have

to understand that, all right?

Come here, honey.

- Hi, Vicky!

- Hi.

Don's taking us boating

after lunch today.

Do you want to come?

Still worried about Will, huh?

Well, he promised he wouldn't

go down deeper than 150 feet

or stay longer

than three minutes, but...

I'm afraid he won't

keep his promise.

I think if you paid

a little more attention to yourself.

I think you'd get

more reaction from him.

Why don't you come

for a ride with us?

No, thanks.

I don't really feel like it.

There's just a little

too much tension around here,

and I'm feeling a bit uptight.

But you three go ahead

and have a good time, okay?

- You know the way my sister is.

- Okay.

Show him other men

are interested in you.

I would never need an invitation.

She tried telling me that last night.

Take care of your sister, will ya?

Okay, tell me where you are.

We've been cruising

for about two hours.

There's an island up ahead.

Can you help us?

Yeah, don't worry about it.

We'll come and get you.

Leave your radio open.

We'll find you.

Oh, what a drag.

God. We'll have to wait it out.

Here's that stupid pain in the ass.

I'm sick and tired of you.

Don't worry. We'll get you home

in plenty of time for supper.

Don't stand there smiling.

You'll just encourage him, for chrissake.

Listen. So help me God.

I'll never take you in my boat!

You understand?

Hey, the guy's really mad.

Look, why don't you

go drown yourself?

- Sure.

- Adios.

Look at that guy.

We are up to our asses in trouble,

and he goes for a-swimming.

Why don't you go, too?

At least you might get the dirt off.

I don't feel like it.

Are you tired?

Why don't you go in?

At least you can float.

You know, the exercise

wouldn't hurt you.

And you promised me

you'd lose the weight.

No one likes a fat man.

Warn me, huh?

As soon as the Coast Guard calls.

Okay. The moment they radio us,

I'll call you.

Adios, chica!

You look like a seal!

You dumb bastard!

I'll kill you!

Get away from me, will you?!

Got you again!

- Bravo.

- Shark's gonna kill you!

Ah, go to hell!

I'll fix that fellow.

Jack!

Don?

Where are you?

Okay, stop playing games.

Oh, my God!

Wonder what the hell

happened to the other half.

Jesus, I don't know.

There's some funny things

happening around here.

Well, I'll tell you one damn thing.

It was no accident

that ripped that stuff apart.

Maybe Turner was right.

There is something monstrous

going on down there.

The Trojan Tunnel Company has

been using high-pitched frequency

way the hell beyond the legal limit.

Somehow, they've damaged

the underwater fauna.

I'm almost positive of that.

That goes for the dead fish.

But those ripped-up

things down there...

what could've done all that?

There's only one thing

big enough or powerful enough.

Are you thinking about sharks?

No.

I'm thinking...

a giant octopus.

Yes?

Mr, Whitehead? I just had

my ass chewed out by my editor.

I'm sorry, Turner.

But you publicized a serious

accusation against my company

without checking your facts.

Hell I didn't. Your man Corey

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