- Da, Nadia.
- Lonya ?|- Da ?
- MIR ?
- MIR ?
MIR ? MIR !
Put her back into the wind, Woods.
Forty-five degrees down swell.
Captain, the barge|is taking on water.
I've got eyes,|for Christ's sakes.
Forty-five degrees the swell.
Green water !
Steve ! Engine room !
Richie, the door's jammed.|I can't get in !
- Hiko, take the torch and cut the door.|- Yeah, yeah !
- I'm goin' up top.|Hiko, let me help you with that.
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 ?
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 !
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.
The cargo is mine.
And it's not insured.
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.
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,
- 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.
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.
Twelve miles out.|Speed: zero knots.
- It's dead in the water,|but it's really big.|- Let's hail it, Foster.
This is the Sea Star. We are 12 miles|northwest of your position.
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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