The Making of 'The Abyss'

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[SonarPinging]

Sixty knots ? No way, Barnes.

The Reds don't have anything that fast.

Checked it twice.

I mean, it's a real unique signature--

no cavitation,

no reactor noise.

It doesn't even sound

like screws.

-[Turns Up Volume]

- [ Hum Resonating ]

What the hell is it ?

I'll tell you what it's not.

It's not one ofours.

Sir, contactchanging

toheading2-1-4.

Speed:

eighty knots.

Eightyknots.

Still diving.

Depth, 900--

Still diving.

Depth, 900 feet.

Port clearance, 1 50 feet

from the cliffwall, sir.

- It's getting tight in here.

- Yeah ?

We can still give 'em

a haircut.

Helm, come right to 0-6-niner,

down five degrees.

Coming right0-6-niner,

down five degrees, aye.

Port side clearance, 1 20 feet.

Narrowing to 75.

-[Alarm Beeping]

-Sir, we have a proximitywarning light.

It's too damn close.

We gotta back off.

[Barnes]

Sir, range to contact, 200.

Contactjustjinked to bearing 2-6-0

and accelerated to--

to 1 30 knots, sir.

Nothin' goes 1 30.

Sir, range to contact,

Eightyyards, sir!

Sixty !

It's turbulence.

We're in its wake.

Helm, all stop.

Full right rudder.

Hydraulics failure.

Planes not responding, sir.

Hydraulics restored, sir.

Oh, my God.

- [ Grunts ]

- [ Man Shouting ]

Collision alarm !

Collision alarm !

Fire control to sonar !

Let's get out ofhere !

- Lighten her up, Charlie !

- Torpedo room is flooded, sir !

Blow all tanks ! Blow all the tanks !

Blow everything !

- All back full !

- Answering. All back full.

Give me a damage report.

What's our depth ?

[HullScraping Sides]

Passing 1 ,400, sir.

Main's forward tanks

are ruptured !

Still descending, sir.

Passing 1 ,500, sir.

Still descending.

We're too deep

to pump auxiliary.

- Passing 1,650. Still descending, sir.

- We're losin' her.

- Passing 1,600, andstill descending.

- Launch the buoy.

- Passing 1,650. Passing 1,700, sir.

- Launching !

[ Man Screaming ]

[ Buoy Beeping ]

[ Man In Helicopter]

Benthic Explorer. Salvor 1 on final.

[Man On Ship] Copyyou, Salvor 1.

This is Benthic Explorer.

You're cleared to land.

Hey. They're coming.

- This, uh, could get pretty ugly.

- Yeah.

Itdoesnotlookgood

atall.

Oh, no.

Lookwho's with 'em.

Queenbitch

ofthe universe.

[Man OverRadio]

Sonny, howyoudoing ?

I got two more welds

on this bypass valve.

Nolightfrom thesurface.

Howdeepare they ?

- McBride ?

- 1 ,700 feet.

I need them

to go below 2,000.

No problem.

They can do that.

So that's it ?

Youjust cheerfully turn

the whole thing over to the goon squad ?

Look, I was told to cooperate.

I'm cooperating.

Kirkhill, you're pathetic.

Get Brigman on the line.

Deep Core, this is Benthic.

If Bud goes along with this,

they're gonna have to shoot her

with a tranquilizer gun.

- [ Man Over Radio ] Roger.

- Hippy, get me Bud.

Catfish. Get them old buns

up here and give me a hand.

Hangon. I'llbe

up there inasecond.

You guys are milkin'

thatjob.

It's 'cause we love freezin'

our butts offout here foryou so much.

[MetalBanging]

- Hey, Bud !

- Yeah ?

Hippy's on the b*tch box.

It's a call from Topside.

Benthic company man.

- Kirkhill ?

- Yeah.

That guy don't know his butt

from a rat hole.

Harry, do me a favor.

Square away this mud hose.

Get rid ofthese empty sacks. This place

is startin' to look like my apartment.

You got it, boss.

[Man On P.A.]

Bud, pick up the topside line, urgent.

I'm comin'. I'm comin'.

Geez, keepyour panty hose on.

[Phone Buzzing]

Brigman here.

Yeah, Kirkhill,

what's goin' on ?

Yeah, I'm calm.

I'm a calm person.

Is there some reason

why I shouldn't be calm ?

What ?

- Toomuchpressure

- Thispressuregot tostop

Allright,

I'm onlandspeednow.

[ Rumbling ]

[Sonny]Canyouget thatgoddamnhippy

shitmusicoffthe com line, please ?

Almost done with

the shutoffvalve.

- Sonny, I'm right behind you.

- Hang on a second.

- Okay, give it to me.

- Hereyou go.

Thanks, sweetie.

[ Continues ]

All divers, drop whatyou're doin'.

Everybody out ofthe pool.

[ Bud Over P.A. ] I mean everybody,

right now. Sonny, One Night, let's go.

Damn it.

Wejust got out here.

There was a time

when I would've asked why.

- Get a move on !

- Sh*t, woman !

Deep Core, this is Flatbed

preparing to surface.

[Man OverRadio]

Roger, Flatbed. Come on up.

[BudOverP.A.] Allrigpersonnel,

assembleat themoonpool.

Everybodygetsomething,

A.S.A.P.

Come on.

Get his hat off.

What the hell's goin' on ?

How come we got recalled ?

- Hell ifI know.

- I got it.

So, what's the drift, partner ?

Why are we up ?

Just follow standard procedure.

Flog the dog till somebody

tells you what's happening.

- What's thestory, boss ?

- Folks, listen up !

We'vejust been told to shut down

the hole and prepare to move the rig.

- What ?

- We've received an invitation to, um,

cooperate in a matter

ofnational security.

-Sh*t.

- Nowyou know as much as I do.

Getyourgearoffandget to control.

We'vegotabriefing in tenminutes.

Come on, come on !

Let's move it.

At 0922 local time today,

an American nuclear submarine,

the USS Montana,

with 1 56 men aboard went down

about 22 miles from here.

- Damn.

- Beenno contact with thesubsince.

The cause oftheincident

isnotknown.

Yourcompany'sauthorizedthe Navy's use

ofthis facility forarescue operation.

Codename.:

''OperationSalvor. ''

- You want us to search for the sub ?

- No. We know where it is.

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