Synopsis: When a typhoon cripples their boat, the crew sails into the eye of the storm, where they discover a high-tech Russian communications and research vessel adrift. Only one Russian crew member is still alive, raving about "intelligent lightning." They soon discover that an alien life form has taken over the ship's computers and is churning out mechanical warriors. With their own boat destroyed, the crew must battle the creature as the ship reenters the storm.
Director(s): John Bruno
Production: Universal
Rotten Tomatoes:
99 min

- Da, Nadia.

- Lonya ?|- Da ?

Yuri !


- 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 bitch.

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 shit ?

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.

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Chuck Pfarrer

Charles Patrick "Chuck" Pfarrer, III is an American novelist, screenwriter, and former U.S. Navy SEAL from Biloxi, Mississippi, USA. more…

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