The Abyss

Synopsis: Formerly married petroleum engineers who still have some issues to work out. They are drafted to assist a gung-ho Navy SEAL with a top-secret recovery operation: a nuclear sub has been ambushed and sunk, under mysterious circumstances, in some of the deepest waters on Earth.
Director(s): James Cameron
Production: 20th Century Fox Film Corporat
  Won 1 Oscar. Another 8 wins & 15 nominations.
 
IMDB:
7.6
Metacritic:
62
Rotten Tomatoes:
89%
PG-13
Year:
1989
145 min
654 Views


EXT. OCEAN/UNDERWATER -- DAY 3

Blue, deep and featureless, the twilight of five hundred feet down.

PROPELLER SOUND. Materializing out of the blue limbo is the enormous but

sleek form of an Ohio-class SSBN ballistic missile submarine.

INT. U.S.S. MONTANA -- DAY 4

In the attack center, darkened to womb-red, the crew's faces shine with sweat

in the glow of their instruments. The SKIPPER and his EXEC crowd around

BARNES, the sonarman.

CAPTAIN:

Sixty knots? No way, Barnes... the reds don't

have anything that fast.

BARNES:

Checked it twice, skipper. It's a real unique

signature. No cavitation, no reactor noise...

doesn't even sound like screws.

He puts the signal onto a speaker and everyone in the attack room listens to

the intruder's acoustic signature, a strange THRUMMING. The captain studies

the electronic position board, a graphic representation of the contours of

the steep-walled canyon, a symbol for the Montana, and converging with it, an

amorphous trace, representing the bogey.

CAPTAIN:

What the hell is it?

EXEC:

I'll tell you what it's not, it's not one of

ours.

BARNES:

Sir! Contact changing heading to two-one-four,

diving. Speed eighty knots! Eighty knots!

EXEC:

Eighty knots...

BARNES:

Still diving, depth nine hundred feet. Port

clearance to cliff wall, one hundred fifty feet.

FRANK:

(simultaneously)

Still diving, depth nine hundred feet. Port

clearance to cliff wall, one hundred fifty feet.

Tension builds in the attack room as the Montana surges to intercept the

intruder. The exec tensely watches the vector-graphic readout for the side-

scan sonar array. The sub is running uncomfortably close to the cliff walls.

EXEC:

(low, to Captain)

It's getting tight in here.

CAPTAIN:

We can still give him a haircut. Helm, come

right to oh six niner, down five degrees.

HELMSMAN:

Coming right to oh six niner, sir. Down five

degrees.

NAVIGATOR:

Port side clearance one hundred twenty feet

narrowing to seventy-five. Sir, we have a

proximity warning light.

EXEC:

That's too damn close! We've gotta back off.

BARNES:

Range to contact, two hundred. Contact junked to

bearing two six oh and accelerated to... one

hundred thirty knots, sir!

EXEC:

(really freaked now)

Nothing goes one thirty!

Suddenly the control room lights dim almost to blackness.

EXT. U.S.S. MONTANA 5

We see only the effect, not the source, as a large diffuse light passes

rapidly under the sub's hull. Moments later a shockwave, like an underwater

sonic boom, impacts the sub, slamming it sideways.

INT. U.S.S. MONTANA 6

The bride crew are knocked off their feet, as the ship is buffeted.

EXEC:

Turbulence! We're in its wake!

SIRENS. Everyone shouting at once. The power flickers low.

CAPTAIN:

Helm, all stop! Full right rudder!

HELMSMAN:

All stop. Full right rudder. Hydraulic failure.

Planes are not responding, sir!

Power returns in time for the sonarman to get a glimpse at the side-scan

display... AS THE SHEER CLIFF WALL LOOM BEFORE THEM.

HELMSMAN:

Hydraulics restored, sir.

EXT. U.S.S. MONTANA 7

The cliff wall materializes out of the blue limbo off the port bow with

nightmarish slow-motion. The sub slams into it with horrific force, scraping

along and bouncing off. One tail stabilizer is sheared off and the big screw

prangs the wall with an earsplitting K-K-KWANG!

INT. PORT TO TORPEDO ROOM 8

With the outer tube-doors torn off, seawater slams in, busting the inner

hatches. Two-foot thick columns of water, like fire-hoses of the gods,

blast into the room. Everything vanishes instantly in white spray.

INT. CONTROL RM/ATTACK CENTER 9

Everyone is hurled off his feet. The planesman flights to recover control of

the yoke.

CAPTAIN:

Collision alarm! Collision alarm! Lighten

her up, Charlie!

NAVIGATOR:

The torpedo room is flooded, sir!

CAPTAIN:

Blow all tanks! Blow everything!

HELMSMAN:

Passing twelve hundred feet...

EXEC:

Blowing main tanks!

HELMSMAN:

Twelve hundred fifty feet...

EXT. MONTANA10

The great sub is being hauled down by the mass of its flooded bow section,

its flanks rushing past us like a freight train headed for Hell.

INT. MONTANA CONTROL ROOM 11

The command crew fights futility for control, everyone shouting and terrified.

EXEC:

Main forward tanks ruptured!

HELMSMAN:

Passing thirteen hundred feet...

EXEC:

Too deep to pump auxiliaries!

CAPTAIN:

All back full! All back full!

HELMSMAN:

Answering all back full. Passing thirteen hundred

fifty feet... fourteen hundred... fourteen

fifty...

The Captain locks eyes with the Exec amid the din...

CAPTAIN:

We're losing her. Launch the buoy!

The Exec opens the door to a small box and punches a button. A red light

comes on. The Captains takes a deep breath.

EXT. MONTANA12

A tiny transmitter is ejected from the sub's hell and begins its long ascent

to the surface. A second later the sub slams down like a piledriver onto a

ledge, tearing open its pressure hull.

INT. MONTANA13

VARIOUS QUICK CUTS, just flashes and impressions, as...

Seawater blasts down the corridors --

Explodes across the control room, hurling men like dolls --

Floods the cavernous missile bay in seconds --

Bursts through hatches into the reactor room --

Blasts men OUT OF FRAME in a micro-second.

EXT. OCEAN/UNDERWATER 14

In the cobalt twilight we see the Montana slide down the sea cliff, its hull

SCREECHING like the death agonies of some marine dinosaur. Descending in an

avalanche of silt, it finally disappears into the blackness below... a

blackness which continues almost straight down, 20,000 feet to the bottom of

the Cayman Trough. The abyss.

EXT. OCEAN SURFACE -- DAY 15

Above, in the world, the Caribbean rolling gray under a stormy sky. The

Montana's emergency buoy pops to the surface, transmitting.

CUT TO:

EXT. OCEAN/20 MILES AWAY -- DAY 16

LONG LENS SHOT:
three massive Navy Sea King helicopters thundering straight

at us, FILLING FRAME.

REVERSE, as they barrel OVER CAMERA toward a lone civilian ship... an ugly

but very sophisticated deep-sea drilling support ship, the BENTHIC EXPLORER.

It is a twin-hulled monstrosity with a central opening in its deck, around

which crouch enormous cranes, winches and other arcane equipment.

The first Sea King settles onto the helipad, disgorging a contingent of Naval

officers, technicians, and a squad of armed seamen. A pantomime in the

rotorwash, we see the Benthic Petroleum "company man" KIRKHILL greeting

COMMODORE DEMARCO, the on-scene commander.

INT. BENTHIC EXPLORER/BRIDGE -- DAY 17

The bridge is state-of-the-art, with computers and sophisticated navigation

and communications gear, looking like mission control with its bank of video

monitors. The Drilling Operations Supervisor, LELAND MCBRIDE, and BENDIX,

the crew chief, watch the invaders swarming the deck below.

MCBRIDE:

Does not look good at all.

TIGHT ON VIDEO SCREEN (MINUTES LATER) showing divers working in total

blackness around some sort of installation on the bottom of the ocean. They

move through the harsh floodlights in dreamlike slow motion, looking like

space-suited figures with their helmets and umbilical hoses.

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James Francis Cameron is a Canadian filmmaker, director, producer, screenwriter, inventor, engineer, philanthropist, and deep-sea explorer. He first found major success with the science fiction action film The Terminator. more…

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