The Rig

Coming through 4000'

at 30' per minute.

Copy, 4000 at 30.

Have you got the pipe?

Almost.

Current's really rough down there.

Oh well, maybe you need

your brother to come do it for you.

Very funny.

Boy, if I miss this

because you can't get through

that thing, it is gonna be your arse.

I'm on it.

Slow to 15. We're almost there.

Copy that.

Slowing to 15.

The location looks perfect.

slow slow...

six, four,

two, one,

and contact.

Attaboy.

The pressure's in the green.

Looks good here too.

Aye, temperature, pressure,

head speed... it's all within limits.

The storm's really

picking up.

Jim's gonna make me evacuate.

Well, you know

the rules, man...

women and children first.

Oh, the seabed's venting.

Looks like we got a blowout.

No no, it's a new hole, Colin.

They vent all the time.

No, this is different.

And it's pushing the unit

all over the place.

Well, are you still on it?

Yeah, but it...

it looks purple.

Purple?

I'm off it.

Hang on.

Something just hit

the ROV.

Aw, I just lost the light.

Okay, we've got another vent.

And it's glowing.

What's glowing?

The venting is glowing.

The light is out

and I can still see.

And it's pooling

around the wellhead.

Hang on.

I'm gonna recycle the light.

Whoa, something just hit the...

I just lost the feed.

Great.

You just hit a fish

and broke a quarter-million-dollar

submersible.

Mr. Fleming, sir,

I just got an update

from the National Weather Service.

They've upgraded the storm again.

It's getting worse.

Freddy.

All right, I need a list of all the rigs

directly in the path of the storm.

- Got it.

- Send out an emergency alert

to all affected rig OIMs. And I want

all handies evacuated by dark.

Freddy, I need to talk to you.

Yeah, I heard you, but unless

the rig's on fire and about to explode,

it's gonna have to wait

till I finish this.

I just need a minute.

Look, this is my job, all right?

Now let me finish my job

and then we can talk about

whatever it is you want to talk about.

Fine.

Sir, the only rig

that we have

that's in the direct path of the storm

is the Charlie rig.

Then let's evacuate them first,

but all other rigs

within 100 miles on either side of the

storm evacuated as well.

And tell everyone

who stays back on those rigs

to button down.

It's gonna be a rough night.

Colin, I think everything's

gonna fit in there.

What do you want?

Uh, you wanted to talk to me,

remember?

It's too late.

Come on, what's up?

Nothing. Forget it.

Is this about you

getting pulled off the rig?

I'll talk to Jim

if you want me to,

but he's just gonna tell you

the same thing...

all non-essential crew get pulled

during a storm like this.

Maybe instead of getting

bent out of shape

you should just work

on being more essential.

It's not just that, Freddy.

I'm tired of being the baby.

I don't know if you've looked

at that little patch of pubes

on your chin recently or not,

but you are the baby on the rig.

That's not what I mean.

Everybody here knows you.

They know me

as the little Brewer.

- What do you want me to do about it?

- Nothing.

As long as we're both on this rig, I'm

always gonna be living in your shadow.

And that's not gonna change.

Is that what you're

so pissed off about?

Yeah, it is.

When I get back to company base,

I'm gonna talk to Ken Fleming

and I'm getting off this rig.

If that's what you want,

I'm not gonna stop you.

Yeah, it is.

You know what Dad once told me

about family?

What?

He said,

"Other things may change

but we start

and we end with family."

I'm still waiting

on those wind speeds.

It's coming, man.

Keep your skirt on.

Kilt. I don't have to

take that from you.

You're nothing but a freaking postie.

And I don't take crap from posties.

What the hell is a postie?

"Thriller," the greatest album

of all time,

was released

in December of 1982.

Therefore anyone born after that date

is considered post-"Thriller"

or a postie and is too young

to be capable of giving me crap.

Man, first of all,

what do you know about good music?

Don't you guys listen

to bagpipe music?

Andrew, give me

some numbers.

Wind speeds are holding up

at 95mph.

Mainland's saying we should be through

the worst of this by the morning.

Assuming we'll make it

through the night.

Make it through the night?

Relax, kid. I've been through

You think if there was any real danger,

I'd let Carey stay onboard?

When I send her home before a storm,

that's when it's time to worry.

Yeah, well, I was raised riding out

storms on wildcat platforms like this.

Yeah, and they all had the same name...

Hurricane Sarah.

Mom is a little more

of a tropical depression.

Yeah, it was depressing

all right.

I haven't said it to her yet.

But you want to, right?

I've never said it

to anyone before.

That's better than me.

I said it to every girl

I ever went to bed with.

Yeah, but did you mean it?

Once. But I married

that baby.

Wallace, why is

the compressor still on?

Uh, I don't know.

So we're still pumping

Tabasco sauce into the rock.

Give me Dobbs on the horn.

Compressor room.

Hey Dobbs, why is

the logging unit still on?

The logging unit?

Sorry, Jim.

That's my fault.

Well, you mind taking care of that

for me right now, please?

I really don't feel like having

a blowout tonight.

Yeah, I'll get on it.

I'm sorry, Dobbs.

Thanks for covering for me.

Look, you stay here

and do the trial work.

And I'll go outside

and take care of it.

Hold on, let me finish this up.

I'll go with you.

Rodriguez, do you copy?

Hold on one sec.

Let's go already.

If you don't like how I do this,

you can come down here

and do it your goddamn self.

Here's what's left

of the camera.

Oh.

Yo, Dobbs,

the camera's f***ing toast.

All right, tell Carey

and head back up.

What the hell is that?

It's fresh poached salmon.

I've got a tangy coconut, coriander

and chili sauce,

fresh asparagus,

fresh potatoes.

I'll have a burger, burnt.

Well, I prepared

fresh poached salmon

with a tangy coconut, coriander

and chili sauce,

with fresh asparagus

and fresh potatoes.

VirgiI, you rock.

Okay, so navy boy likes it.

Army.

Special forces.

You wouldn't believe

the things I've had to eat.

You got a ham sandwich

back there, right?

- What's for dinner?

- Some kind of fish, I think.

Everything secure

on the starboard side?

The camera was torn apart,

but I found this

in the casing.

Earl already

come through here?

No. Wasn't he with you?

Control room.

No, he hasn't been

down here.

Yeah, I'll let you know

if I hear from him.

All right. Bye.

Who was that?

- Dobbs.

- What did he want?

Just wanted to know

if we'd seen Earl,

said he hasn't come down

from the logging unit yet,

wondered if we'd heard

from him.

The compressor's still on.

Where is he now?

He's in the galley.

Dad.

My father's coming to you.

I'm sorry.

What's wrong?

- Jim's coming up here, isn't he?

- Yeah.

I don't care what he says.

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