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Foster, can you see if you can get some|of this navigational equipment started ?

Captain. My father was an admiral.

I know a little something|about maritime law.

If there's anybody alive on this ship,|you can't claim her.

- Then let's not find anyone alive.|- What does that mean ?

Just that. I hope|we don't find anyone alive.

Woods, come back to me.

We're gonna need to turn|the ship into the wind.

It just doesn't add up. You know ?

Russian vessel, middle of nowhere,|dead in the water, crew vanished ?

- I mean, why would they abandon ship ?|- I don't know.

And another thing. Who the hell|do you think we can trust here ?

We're talkin' about an awful lot|of goddamn money, right ?

Listen, the only two guys|that we can trust is just|you and me, Stevie. That's it.

I wouldn't take a check|from the captain.

Woods is wound up so tight,|you couldn't pull a pin|out of his ass with a tractor.

And Hiko is like--

I don't understand|what the hell Hiko is.

Richie's crazy like a fox, Stevie.

But, you know, I think|he just might be there for us.

And Foster's good.

"Good" ?

What do you mean by "good" ?

I mean she's solid, on the level.

What'd you think I meant ?

Sounds like you think she's hot.

Course I think she's hot. Don't you ?

- Right here, Steve. Right here.|- Got it ?

Yep.

- Yeah, that's it.

- Aw, sh*t.|- No go ?

- Nope.

- What's wrong with this thing ?|- Here's your problem right here.

Looks like somebody trashed|the control panel. Oh, yeah.

These three relays are unplugged.

Let's hustle, Squeak. We got|no power to the rudder in a typhoon,

- we're screwed.|- I'm hustling, all right ?

- Okay.

- Go ?|- Give it a shot.

- That's more like it.|- Captain ?

I'm on my way, Woods.

- What the hell is that ?

Good job, Baker.|You lit us up like a pinball machine !

Tell you something.|We're gonna be rich.

You're gonna be a rich man, Hiko !

Captain ?

Somebody's running this.

Looks like it's running itself.

Computers don't run themselves.

I don't know much about computers,|but that's an anchor.

Emergency on top deck ! Emergency on|top deck ! Anchor went down on the tug !

Baker, did you copy that ?

We need you up here--|Oh, Jesus.

- Baker, we need you on deck now !|- Already on my way.

- Hey, Squeak, you catch that ?|- What the hell happened ?

You just sit tight. Any sign of trouble,|you don't be a cowboy.

- I'm not gonna,|but d-don't leave me here for too long.|- Stay on your radio.

Woods !

Tell you what.|I'm gonna go get some help.

Woods !

I can't swim !

Woods !

Get back here, goddamn cocksucker !

Hiko ! Hiko !

- What are you doing ?|- Leave me alone !

Sh*t.

Steve !

Steve !

I got you.

No, that anchor|didn't just drop by itself. No.

- Somebody else is on this ship.|- I hear that.

- Oh, God.

- I'll be all right.|- Not without stitches, you won't.

- Lift up. Lift up !

What are you lookin' at ?

Hey ! It could've been me !

Stevie, what's goin' on up there, man ?

We lost the tug, Squeak.

- She's gone.|- That sucks.

- How we doin' down there, huh ?|- I'm doin' fine.

This whole thing is automated.|It runs by itself.

Negative, negative.|We got somebody else on board.

Repeat. We got somebody else on board.|That's who sank the tug.

Now, I want you to bolt the engine room|door shut. You understand me ?

I copy that.|And hurry up, will you ?

Listen, I think we should|split up into two groups.

- Root 'em out.|- I agree. I just have to fix his leg.

Hold your horses, mister.|I'm still captain here.

You left this on the bridge.

You were captain of the Sea Star.|She just sank, right ?

I'm ranking officer.

Listen to me, Baker.

For $30 million I'm willing to overlook|all that's come between us.

How about you ?

- Good man. Richie !|- Yeah.

Take Woods.|Go to the engine room.

- Sh*t.|- Back up Squeaky.

We're gonna take Hiko, get him to|a sick bay. Gonna get that leg fixed.

- Stay away, Woods.|- Go with him, Woods.

Let me tell you something. You get me|killed, I'm gonna kick your ass.

Now, take my sh*t.|Let's go.

- Wait up for us, Foster.|- All right.

It'll be down that corridor.

- Where's this go, Richie ?

It goes down. Come on.

Hello ?

Hello ? Listen,|I'm a friend. All right ?

I'm Cuban. I'm not American.

Anybody in there ?

- Hello ?

Weapons locker.

What the hell is this all about ?

Bingo.

Put him up here.|Come on, Hiko.

- All right. Tighten that down.

Yeah.

- All right. This is gonna hurt.|- It's all right. Just get on with it.

- You have a high pain threshold.|- Yeah, I usually do it myself.

No, really.

Hey, Hiko.|Some dry clothes.

- Yeah, thanks.|- Oh, man.

All right. Here we go.

Ah, come on, Richie.|Isn't that enough guns ? Damn.

Woods, let me tell you three things.|You can never be too rich,

too thin or too well-armed.

- Yeah, let's go.

Oh, man.

Get the green bag.

Green bag ? Oh, man.

Goddamn, I'm carrying too much.|I got a bad latissimus, Richie.

I'm tellin' you, Richie. My back|isn't gonna let me do this anymore.

I can't deal with it.|I get hung up on everything.

I'm tellin' you,|I'm gonna get rid of some of this crap.

Hey, Woods,|what do you make of this ?

I have no idea.

Tactical short-range|surface-to-air.

This is beautiful, man.

Oh, I'm thrilled.|Can we go now ?

- In a minute. Look around, man.|- Damn !

Hello, Mr. Cable.

- Hey, Woods. Look at this.|- What ?

It looks like some kind|of ejection seat or escape vehicle.

Oh, launch buttons. Cool.

- Richie.|- Yeah.

Look at these doors, man.

That's an awful lot|of blood, Richie.

- Now can we go ?|- Yeah, yeah.

- Oh, Foster.|- Yeah ?

What are you gonna do|with your three million ?

I don't have it yet.

What about you, Hiko ?

Uh, three million ?|Probably open a school.

A school ? For what ?

Uh, Kura Kaupapa.|It would be choice.

- Lots of little kids|reading, writing, learning Maori.|- That's sweet.

Yeah, it's a dream thing.

- How about you, Baker ?|- Oh, I don't know.

Always loved the sea.|Probably buy an island.

Oh, yeah ?|Does it have a beach ?

Beautiful white sand.|Hammock, sailboat.

- What about a house ?|- How about a villa ?

Thatched roof,|overlooking a lagoon.

It sounds nice.

Yes, lovely.|When you two gettin' married ?

- Hey !|- Gee ! Take it easy, mate !

No, you take it easy, mate.

Aah ! Get off my leg !

Geez !

Is she dead ?

- No.

What's this sh*t, Richie ?

Somebody doesn't|Iike electricity, Woodsy.

Come on.

Well, it looks like somebody|tried to rewire the ship.

- You okay ?|- Yeah, I'm all right.

- So that's done.|- What's all this weird stuff|in her bag ?

She's got videotapes,|cigarettes. What's this ? Hair spray ?

Hey, watch out ! Watch out, watch out !|Thermite grenades.

- What ?|- Thermite.

One of those things blows, burn a hole|right through the deck. Be careful.

- Be careful, really careful.|- What's she trying to do ?|Sink the ship ?

- Squeaky, talk to me.|- How does it feel ?

- It's good. Thanks.|- Are you gonna be able to walk ?

Yeah. I-I'll be okay.

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