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into a hyperbaric chamber.

Sneak in and out without anyone seeing.

You need good divers for this.

Do you know Fraser?

I know Fraser.

Is psychopath.

Psychopath, he is.

But he's an incredible diver.

Half man, half f***ing fish.

And Gittens,

he's pretty good in the water.

Wee gambling problem.

God damn it!

What?

Well, that was Lewis.

I'm going with you.

I'm f***ing going with you.

I'm claustrophobic.

I'll bet you are.

Hi. It's Mark Kurston.

Leave me a message.

I'll get back to you.

Kurston, where the hell are you?

Call me.

Hello. Are you Robinson?

I'm a friend of Mark Kurston.

Aye.

He's killed himself.

I used to go round there

when I was a kid.

You know, stay there.

Well, they were nice, like, kind,

you know, helped me out.

He was on these pills

for his nerves, like.

He took them all at once.

Do you know why?

Well, they reckon

he did it for the insurance.

Say his wife's all right, you know,

for the mortgage and stuff.

He asked me to come

and see you, though.

Said to say he was sorry.

We were on a job. Now I'm a man down.

Are you hungry?

Are you sleeping rough?

How old are you?

19, nearly.

Not yet. I'm 18.

You ever been to sea, son?

Boats are like whores, the old ones

know how to look after you best.

A drop of oil

and it will work like brand-new.

God.

You work on subs now, Reynolds?

No.

What do you do now?

Paper round.

Paper round.

Are you laughing at me, boy?

No, no. I'm sorry.

I thought you were joking.

Got fired from a sh*t job

in a steelyard.

Fault of people like you.

Bankers.

I'm not actually a banker.

I work for...

Gittens.

Gittens hasn't worked in years.

Fraser's in and out of prison.

And Peters.

Peters cleans offices

for sh*t d*cks like you.

Look, I didn't mean to insult you.

Start loading.

Get Zaytsev to look at that engine,

and Gittens, too. He knows diesel.

Levchenko, get him to

check the electrics.

Peters, you sure you can get a door

on that escape chamber?

I'll give it a proper f***ing go, boss.

Wait, Robinson, you can't be serious.

Look, this wreck?

This wreck's gonna sink.

F***ing useless sub if it don't.

All panels.

Off. On.

A gyro, B gyro coincide.

A group's charged.

300 bars.

300. Hydraulics operational.

120 bars.

120? It's a little low?

Yeah, Blackie says it's usual

for a boat of this age.

120 it is. Ballast, twin pump.

Wait. What are you looking for?

The windows.

The what?

Well, the lads said I should give

the windows a clean before we head out,

but I can't find any.

It's a submarine. There are no windows.

What's the broom for?

There's no chimney, is there?

No, son, no chimney. Come here.

It's a good sign. They like you.

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