Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea Page #4

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Lieutenant.

[MAN ON RADIO] Calling Seaview.

Calling Seaview.

- Come in, Washington.

- Hello, Seaview.

- We're making contact, sir.

- Very well.

- You called me, sir?

- Yes.

We're just about through to Washington.

Stand by to take her deep.

- Come in.

- All set, sir. Inspector Bergen's on the line.

- Bergen, Nelson here.

- Forget the amenities. How's she running?

Like a clock. We're all set

to make our dive under the ice.

Official checkout time: 3-4-2.

- Make it 500 feet.

- Aye, aye, sir.

We'll be out of sound range

in a few seconds, Bergen...

and then ride radio silence

for the next 96 hours.

- Give him my regards.

- B.J. Sends his best to you landlubbers.

Is he seasick yet?

He was the worst sailor in the navy.

- Well, good hunting.

- Thank you, Inspector.

Keep a lamp burning.

- Hi, Susan.

- Oh, hi, Cathy.

Personnel file you asked for.

Oh, thanks. Have some hot coffee?

Best prescription

you've written today, doctor.

Say, this Captain Crane of yours

is surprisingly young for a job this size.

He was the youngest

sub captain in the navy.

He must have a friend at court.

The admiral?

It's a bad diagnosis, doctor.

They are almost like father and son,

but the captain earned his rank.

Neither he nor the admiral

would have it any other way.

Oh. No criticism intended.

I'm sure you'll both live happily ever after.

You know, settling down isn't going

to be an easy adjustment after all this.

Well, I was born on a farm,

and I'm going back.

- We bought a small ranch in Colorado.

[RUMBLING]

- What do you read?

- Can't make it out, Captain.

- Iceberg, sir?

- I don't know.

- Nose camera.

MAN:
Camera on.

[RUMBLING CONTINUES]

Take over. I'll be fore.

Here they are.

- Admiral

- How deep are we?

Riding at 500 feet.

650 left from keel to bottom.

Take her to a thousand.

Take her to a thousand feet. Emergency!

[SCREAMS]

- Sonar?

- Clear overhead, sir.

- Surface!

- Surface! Surface!

[KLAXON BLARING]

Congressman, you and the ladies go aft.

It might be safer there.

Break out the polar gear.

Let's go, B.J.

[KLAXON BLARING]

- Just breaking surface, sir.

- All stop.

- All stop.

- Crack the hatch.

- Crack the hatch!

- Let's go. Come on, B.J.

My God!

The sky's on fire!

[THUNDERCLAPS]

What happened?

Come on. Let's find out.

Get Washington.

- Hurry up. Make it quick. Get Washington.

- Aye, aye, sir.

[STATIC ON RADIO]

There's a bad magnetic storm, sir.

- Can you clear it?

- I'm trying, sir.

U.S.O.S. Seaview calling Washington.

Come in, Washington.

- I can't seem to break through, sir.

- Keep trying.

Admiral Nelson calling Bureau of Marine

Exploration. Inspector Bergen.

Rescue team, up and out on the double!

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