DeepStar Six Page #4

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- We've lost contact with Seacat.

- Get me the Captain.

- He's busy.

- Get Laidlaw now, Snyder!

- Yes, ma'am.

B*tch.

- What the hell was that?

- Check the stabilizers. Mayday!

Deepstar, mayday! This is Seatrak!

Stabilizers are out!

Something is pushing us over!

Let me try the switch.

- Here's the Captain, Collins.

- Put her over the speaker.

Say again, Seatrak. This is Deepstar,

please acknowledge.

- Sh*t! I lost her.

- Trouble?

She called and said she'd lost contact

with Seacat, and now I've lost her.

The transmitter screwed up again.

When is the shift change?

- Fourteen hours.

- I'd better check it out.

- All right, Sport, let's hit it.

- She's ready to roll, Dad.

Close us up.

- Deepstar 6, how do you read?

- Loud and clear.

- Pressure?

- 3.6 and holding.

- Oxygen?

- Oxygen is 4.0.

- Fuel?

- 412 pounds. Pressure steady.

Locking collar?

Umbilicals?

- Check.

- Henway?

- Henway ready.

- What's a henway?

About three to four pounds.

Very funny, a**holes. DSRV-2,

you are clear for departure.

- Have a nice day, Snyder.

- I got your nice day right here.

My heart is still beating?

I thought it stopped.

Let me get some of this off you.

What is it?

My legs. I can't move them.

- Bad, huh?

- I've seen worse.

- I don't think so.

- Did you see what hit us?

- No. I have no idea.

- I'll see if I can move this.

God, it's too heavy.

You've got to stay awake

until help comes.

- Someone's gonna come for us soon.

- You think I'll make it?

Yeah, hang on. Just keep talking.

At least one good thing will come

out of it. We'll be going home soon.

Seatrak, DSRV-2 here. Do you read?

DSRV-2 to Seatrak.

- Come in, Seatrak.

- They've had hours to fix the radio.

- They couldn't fix a toaster.

- Yeah. I think she's in trouble.

Collins can take care of herself.

Are you ever going to marry her?

- Me, marry Collins? Get outta town!

- She's a great lady.

Tell me something I don't know.

First woman to graduate SEALS.

She's one of the Navy's finest.

She don't need a submarine pilot -

- who's never had more

than a week's pay in his pocket.

Apply to OCS. I've got some pull.

You can make it.

Come on! Can you see me

in an officer's uniform?

No way. I'll just moonlight

till the oil business picks up.

- This is for the birds.

- Fish.

Sonar contact. Bearing, 175.

- What kind of contact?

- I'm not sure.

What the hell's that, a whale?

A sub?

I don't think... Wait a second,

it's changing course.

New bearing, 135.

- It's heading straight for us.

- What's our speed?

- 12 knots.

- Reduce speed to one-third.

Christ, look at it move.

All stop.

What the hell is that?

I think we're in big trouble, boss.

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