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- Da, Nadia.

- Lonya ?|- Da ?

Yuri !

Alexi.

- MIR ?

- MIR ?

MIR ? MIR !

Alexi !

Captain, winds gusting to 110. If they|get to 130, we're verging category five.

Put her back into the wind, Woods.

Forty-five degrees down swell.

Captain, the barge|is taking on water.

Captain !

I've got eyes,|for Christ's sakes.

I've seen her through worse than this,|so calm down and stand your station.

Woods !

Forty-five degrees the swell.

Green water !

Steve ! Engine room !

Richie, the door's jammed.|I can't get in !

Damn ! If water stalls the engine,|man, we're history.

- Hiko, take the torch and cut the door.|- Yeah, yeah !

- I'm goin' up top.|Hiko, let me help you with that.

Captain, recommend new course heading:|2-2-9 degrees magnetic.

Captain ? Captain.

Once we're in the eye,|we'll have calm seas for two hours.

We can make repairs,|steady the barge.

Skipper, should I head for the eye ?

What the hell is goin' on up here ?

Captain, the engine room|is taking on water.

Then pump it out, mister.|You're the bloody engineer.

We can't get in. The bulkhead|took a hit, and the door's wedged tight.

Hiko's cuttin' it now.

Jesus Christ, the barge !

- We gotta cut that damn thing loose !|- That's not an option, Mr. Baker.

Skipper, should I head for the breach ?|I need an answer now. I'm losin' her.

- Winds 125, Captain !|- Captain, take a look !

That barge goes down,|we go down with it !

Well, that's a chance I'll take.

I'm cuttin' it loose.

- Stay away from that door, mister.

I mean, what's so precious|about your goddamn cargo, Captain ?

The cargo is mine.

I've leveraged everything|I own against it.

And it's not insured.

Christ, what's the matter|with those people ?

So I go out that door, you shoot me ?|I stay here, we're all dead !

Get the tank !|Hold the tank !

Let me tell you something.

You ever put a gun|in my face again--

And you'll what ?

You figure it out.

Sir, what about Foster's idea ?

I can reach the eye.

I've let you down, lad.

The water's coming in|faster than it's going out.

I can't believe we were stupid enough|to sign on with that guy again.

Maricon, ese got a gun on you, man.|I would've decked that son of a b*tch.

He had us pullin' 500 tons of lumber|and steel, uninsured, in a typhoon,

a hundred miles|from any normal shipping lane.

And Woods tells me Foster|got tossed out of the Navy|for striking a superior officer.

- Hey, Hiko.|- Comin' through.

I'll tell you one thing, Stevie.|It's the last time we make a move...

- for percentage of cargo|instead of a salary.|- Damn straight. Damn straight.

- I told you it was a bad idea.|- My idea ? It was your idea.

It was your idea.|What are you talking about ?

How is it ?

- It's bad.|- Define bad.

- We're sinking.|- That's bad.

So does anyone|have any suggestions ?

Mayday, mayday, mayday.|Hello, mayday. Come back, please.

- We got about four days of supplies.|- What is this ?

That's food and that's water.

Put that back, okay ?|We're gonna distribute--

- Fifty-mile range. Piece of junk.

Hey, you buy this sh*t ?

Wait, wait, wait !|I'm picking up a contact.

There might be another ship|in the eye with us.

Twelve miles out.|Speed: zero knots.

- It's dead in the water,|but it's really big.|- Let's hail it, Foster.

Ahoy, vessel, latitude 29 degrees south,|Iongitude 1-7-9 degrees east.

This is the Sea Star. We are 12 miles|northwest of your position.

Come back.

So where the hell|is the captain ?

I'm busy.

Skipper,|there's a ship in the eye with us.

Dead in the water,|about 12 miles out.

Dead in the water ?

I'll be there in a minute.

Dead in the water.

- Captain ?

Dead ahead, 300 yards.

Hail it, Woods.

Unidentified vessel,|this is the Sea Star...

approaching from the northwest,|300 yards out.

Dead ahead, 300 yards.

Unidentified vessel,|this is the Sea Star...

approaching from the northwest,|300 yards out.

Please come back. Over.

- You see anything ?|- Nope. Not a thing.

That ain't ours, brother.

Unidentified vessel,|this is the Sea Star...

approaching from the northwest,|200 yards out.

Come back. Over.

This is the Sea Star|approaching from the northwest.

Is anybody there ? Over.

She looks Russian.

"The Academic Vladislav Volkov,|missile and satellite tracking ship.

Ship's complement: 300.|Armament: none."

She's fitted for scientific|purposes. Their biggest.

"Forty-two labs, five machine shops|outfitted with advanced robotics.

Three parabolic dishes can maintain|simultaneous communication...

with several spacecraft."

Ahoy, the Vladislav Volkov !

I'm the captain of the Sea Star.

Is there anyone aboard ?

Ahoy ! Baker.

Break out the shotguns,|the flashlights and the walkies.

- We're goin' aboard.|- Sh*t.

Jesus Christ.|This is kind of stupid, Stevie.

Shh. Come on.

Very stupid.

Stevie.|This is very stupid, what we're doing.

Stevie. Stevie !

Those are bullet holes, Stevie.

Sh*t, I don't like this at all, man.|This is bullshit.

Ahoy, the bridge !

Anyone aboard ?

The bridge is deserted.

What the hell|happened in here ?

What a mess.

- Looks like somebody|powered it down, Captain.

Captain ? Captain,|do you see anything ?

You'll be the first to know, Woods.

- What do you think ? Pirates ?|- Russian Mafia, probably.

Pipe down. Check the radio.

It's smashed.

These logs are worthless,|unless somebody reads Russian.

That storm wall is 16 miles due east.|Captain, you've got an hour and a half.

He's, uh, thinking, Foster.

You know, something|you were paid to do ?

You thinking|what I'm thinking ? Huh ?

- What ?

Salvage ? Salvage, baby.

You all signed on for a percentage.

But you never figured|I'd bring you this, did you ?

A ship abandoned|in international waters.

Maritime law says|she's a derelict.

All we have to do is tow her to safety,|slap a salvage lien on her,

and the Russian government has to pay us|100/0 of her value to get her back.

Richie, put a number|on her for me.

Well, let's see. There's|three parabolic satellite dishes.

One of them's|kind of f***ed up.

Forty-two labs all primed with,|uh, state-of-the-art stuff.

Let's see. We're talking...

two hundred ?

- Three hundred million ?|- $300 million.

That's what's comin' our way.

The opportunity of a lifetime|if we play our cards right.

That's what, about 30 grand apiece ?

- Three hundred G's apiece.|- Three hundred G's !

That's at one percent ?

I'm willing to change all that,

cut you in for ten percent.

That's $3 million each.

- What do you think of that ?

What do you think ?

- Is it legal ?|- Totally.

Totally legal.

- Sh*t. I'm in if you're in, jefe.|- Hey, I'm good.

What about you, Foster ?

- Oh, Foster, please ! Come on !|- What ?

- Come on ! It's easy money !|- There's no such thing|as easy money, Squeaky.

I'll take that as a yes, Foster.

Baker, find the ship's generator.|We need power to the bridge.

See if you can get|the main engines running.|Squeaky, you go with him. Richie ?

Throw a line down to the tug.|We're gonna have to turn|this ship into the wind.

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