The Making of 'The Abyss' Page #2

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named afterwomen, don'tyou ?

[WindGusting]

- I can't believeyou're

letting them do this.

- Hi, Linds.

I thoughtyou were

in Houston.

I was. Now I'm here.

- Only here isn't where

I left it, is it, Bud ?

- Wasn't up to me.

Jesus ! We were that close

to proving a submersible

drilling platform could work.

- I can't believe

you let them grab my rig !

- Your rig ?

I designed the damn thing.

And Benthic Petroleum paid for it, so as

long as they're holding the pink slip,

[ Whistles ]

I go where they tell me.

I had a lot riding on this,

and they boughtyou, didn't they ?

More like rented you cheap !

I'm switchin' offnow.

Bye-bye.

Oh, okay, Virgil, you wiener !

You never could stand up to a fight.

Bye-bye.

Virgil ?

God, I hate that b*tch.

Probably shouldn't have

married her then, huh ?

Try to get it settled !

[Man OverRadio]

Roger, Cab3. You're cleartolaunch.

- Hang on, gentlemen.

- [ Man ] She's clear !

Touchdown.

Crowd goes wild.

[ Linds ] Explorer,

this is Cab 3. We are styling.

- How areyou boys doing back there ?

- Great.

Explorer, this is Cab 3 starting

our descent along the umbilical.

-[Man] Rogerthat, Cab3. Goodluck.

- Luck is not a factor.

[BudOverRadio]

One Night, howyoudoin'?

- Got white line fever, baby.

- Yeah, I heard that.

[ Country]

- I've been wet by the rain

- Driven by the snow

Drunk and dirty

but don'tyou know

That I'm still

[ Sighs ]

Willin'

- Out on the road late last night

-[ManJoining In]

I seen my prettyAlice

in every headlight

Dallas

Dallas Alice

And I've been from Tucson

to Tucumcari

Tehachapi to Tonopah

Driven every kind ofrig

that's ever been made

Driven the back roads

so I wouldn't get weighed

And ifyou give me

Weed

Whites and wine

And you show me a sign

Then I'd be willin'

To be movin'

[Linds]Deep Core, Deep Core,

this is Cab3 on finalapproach.

Roger, Cab 3.

Is thatyou, Lindsey ?

None other.

Oh, no.

[MetalBanging]

Howdy, boys. Hey, Lindsey.

I'll be damned.

Y'allshouldn'tbe downhere,

sweet thing. Mightruinyourstockings.

[ Chuckles ]

The bad news is we got eight

hours in this can blowing down,

and the worse news is it's gonna

take us three weeks to decompress later.

We've all been fully briefed,

Mrs. Brigman.

Just don't call me that, okay ?

I hate that.

All right. Well, what would you

like us to call you ?

''Sir'' ?

Okay, here we go.

Y'all start equalizin'...

now.

[Air Hissing]

Let's watch each other closely

for signs of H.P.N.S.

High Pressure Nervous Syndrome-- muscle

tremors, usually in the hands first,

- nausea, increased excitability--

- Disorientation--

And a partridge

in a pear tree

[ Clears Throat ]

About one person in 20 can't handle it.

Theyjust go ''buggo.''

Look, they've all made runs

to this depth. They're checked out.

I understand that. What I'm saying

is that it's impossible...

to predict

just who's susceptible--

They're checked out.

- These guys are SEALs ?

- Yeah. These guys ain't so tough.

I've fought guys

plenty tougher than them.

Now we get to hear how

you could have been a contender ?

- Hey ! You see this ?

- Yeah.

They used to call this

''the Hammer.''

Wow.

Y'all are done to a turn

and ready to serve.

Everybody okay ?

- They're reallyvery sweet.

- [ Chuckles ] Oh, yeah.

Hey ! I don't remember putting

a wall here. Howyou doing,Jammer ?

-Pretty good. How areyou, little lady ?

-I'm okay.

- I want a full check on that gear.

- Yes, sir.

- These guys are about

as much fun as a tax audit.

- You got that right.

Hippy, you'regonnagive

thatrata disease.

Hi, Linds.

Well, well.

Mrs. Brigman.

Not for long.

You never did like

being called that, did you ?

Not even when

it meant something.

- Is that One Night in Flatbed ?

- Yeah. Who else ?

- Here. Say hi.

- Hey, One Night, it's Lindsey.

Oh, hi, Lindsey.

[One Night]

Obstacleavoidanceshowin'ariseabout

- Copy, Bud?

- I can't believeyou were

dumb enough to come down here.

Nowyou're stuck here for the storm ?

That was dumb, hot rod, real dumb.

I didn't come down here

to fight with you.

Yeah ? Well, then,

why did you come down ?

You need me. Nobody knows the systems

on this rig better than I do.

Onceyou're disconnected from

Explorer, you are on your own

for how long this storm lasts.

What ifsomething was to happen

after surface support clears ?

What would you have done ?

You're right. Us poor, dumb old boys

might've had to think for ourselves.

It could have been

a disaster.

- Wanna know what I think ?

-Jesus, lookwhere this thing is set.

- You wanna know what I think ?

- Not particularly.

- I thinkyou were worried about me.

- Then that must be it.

Seriously, I thinkyou were.

Come on.

It's okay.

You can admit it.

I was worried about the rig. I've

got fouryears invested in this project.

Yeah. You only had

threeyears invested in me.

Well, you have

to have priorities.

It's kind ofmessy,

but I guaranteeyou...

it's the only bunk

that won't be occupied.

You can get a couple hours rest

before we get there.

What areyou still

wearing that for ?

I don't know.

The divorce ain't final.

I forgot to take it off.

- Ihaven't wornmineinmonths.

- Yeah.

Well, what's his name

wouldn't like it-- the Suit.

Doyou always have to call him that--

''the Suit'' ?

Makes you sound like such a hick.

His name is Michael.

How is Michael--

Mr. Brooks Brothers ?

Mr. BMW.

Still seeing him ?

No.

No, I haven't seen him

in a few weeks.

Terribly sorry.

What happened ?

- Why areyou doing this ? Why ?

- What ?

This is none ofyour business.

It's not a part ofyour life anymore.

I'll tell you

what happened.

You woke up one morning

in those satin sheets.

- [ Groans ]

- You rolled over and there

was this good-looking guy,

well-groomed,

expensive watch on.

And you realized

this guy never makes me laugh.

That's it, Bud.

That's it. Aren'tyou clever ?

Jesus, you're clever.

You should startyour own talk show !

Ask Dr. Bud-- advice to the lovelorn

from 300 fathoms.

-[DisgruntledSigh]

- Thankyou. Thankyou.

Oh, sh*t.

[ One Night ]

I'm cuttin' you loose, Bud.

[BudOverRadio] One Night,

stay clear. We'resettin'herdown.

Touchdown !

[ Skipped item nr. 313 ]

This is us. We're sitting right

on the edge ofthe Cayman Trough.

This is the Montana,

We think she slid down the wall,

and now sits here on this outcropping.

So we're gonna have to

drop straight down here.

This tell us how much radiation

we're gettin' ?

- I'm not going near radiation. No way !

- Aw, Hippy, you p*ssy.

What good is the money ?

Six months later, your dick drops off.

We'll take readings as we go.

Ifthe reactor's

breached or the warhead's

released any radioactive debris,

we'll just back off.

- Oh, okay.

- Hippy is not going,

so McWorter,

you can run '' Little Geek.''

Goddamn it. You know McWorter

can't run an R.O.V.

-[One Night] Thenyoubettergo.

- I'll go.

- Good !

- What is your problem, huh ?

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