Lindsey Brigman: We all see what we want to see. Coffey looks and he sees Russians. He sees hate and fear. You have to look with better eyes than that.
Virgil 'Bud' Brigman: Hippy, you think everything is a conspiracy.
Alan "Hippy" Carnes: Everything is.
Lindsey Brigman: Explorer, this is Cab Three, starting our descent along the umbilical.
'Sonny' Dawson: Roger that, Cab Three. Good luck.
Lindsey Brigman: Luck is not a factor.
Ensign Monk: Bud, give me a reading from your liquid oxygen gauge.
Virgil 'Bud' Brigman: [typing] 5 minuts worth
Lindsey Brigman: [whispers, shocked] What?
Alan "Hippy" Carnes: [panicked] It took him *thirty* minutes just to get down there!
Lindsey Brigman: Bud! Do you hear me? You drop
your weights and start back now, Bud. The gauge could be wrong! Do you hear me? Just drop your weights and start back now! Your gauge could be wrong!
[crying]
Lindsey Brigman: Your gauge could be wrong, you drop your weights and start back now!
Virgil 'Bud' Brigman: [typing] Going to stay awhile
Lindsey Brigman: No, you
won't stay there, do you hear me, you drop your weights! You can breathe *shallow*, do you hear me? Bud, please listen to me, *please*, goddammit, you dragged me back from the bottomless pit, you can't leave me here *alone* now, please...
[sobs]
Lindsey Brigman: Oh god, Virgil, *please*... please...
Virgil 'Bud' Brigman: [typing] Dont cry
baby. Knew this was one way ticket, but you know I had to come. Love you wife.
Virgil 'Bud' Brigman: Goddammit, you bitch! You never backed away from anything in your life! Now fight!
[slaps Lindsey]
Virgil 'Bud' Brigman: Fight!
[slaps Lindsey again]
Virgil 'Bud' Brigman: Fight! Right now! Do it! Fight goddammit! Fight! Fight! Fiiiiight!
[to the aliens floating behind the water-curtain]
Virgil: Howdy. Uh... How are you guys doin'?
[the Deep Core crew are locked in the kitchen; Coffey is about to nuke the aliens]
Lindsey Brigman: Schoenick, your Lieutenant's about to make a real bad career move!
Alan "Hippy" Carnes: The guy's crazier than a shit-house rat!
Virgil: Schoenick!
Lindsey Brigman: They're trying to make contact!
Schoenick, *please*, listen to us!
Ensign Monk: Can't you see he's lost it?
Schoenick: Shut up.
Ensign Monk: The shock wave will kill us.
Schoenick: Quiet!
Ensign Monk: [relentlessly] It'll crush this rig like a beer can.
Schoenick: Shut up man, what're
you talkin' about?
Ensign Monk: We've gotta stop him!
Schoenick: Shut up!
Ensign Monk: This is not our mission! We can't detonate without orders!
[passing over the wreck of the Montana]
Lindsey Brigman: Coffey, these are the missile hatches, is that right?
Lt. Hiram Coffey: That's right. It looks like a couple of hatches have sprung. Radiation's nominal. Warheads must still be intact.
Lindsey Brigman: How many are there?
Lt. Hiram Coffey:
Twenty-four Trident missiles, eight M.I.R.V.s per missile.
Lindsey Brigman: [after a pause] That's a hundred and ninety-two warheads, Coffey. How powerful are they?
Lt. Hiram Coffey: The M.I.R.V. is a tactical nuke. Uh, fifty kilotons, nominal yield, say... five times Hiroshima.
[One Night, listening, mouths "fuck!"]
Lindsey
Brigman: Jesus Christ. It's World War Three in a can.
[One Night is trying to disconnect the umbilical]
Virgil: How's it going, One Night?
Lisa "One Night" Standing: All hell must be breakin' loose up there. This cable's pissin' me off. I can't get a grip on it!
Virgil: Well, keep tryin' baby, just keep tryin'.
Bendix: [back on the Benthic] Shit! We've got
a problem! We're losing number two thruster! Bearing's going... It's not holding! We're swinging out of position here!
Benthic Explorer Captain: God damn it!
[the cable slams into One Night's cab]
Lisa "One Night" Standing: Shit!
Alan "Hippy" Carnes: The rig is movin'!
Virgil: Yeah, I can see that!
[to the
radio]
Virgil: Topside! Topside, pay out some slack, we're gettin' dragged!
Benthic Explorer Captain: [to the crane operator over radio] Down on number one winch!
Virgil: We're gettin' dragged!
Benthic Explorer Captain: [shouts] Down on one!
[he gestures frantically through the window at the crane operator; the crane operator
signals that he can't hear; the crane breaks off the ship and falls into the water]
Benthic Explorer Captain: Shit! Get him on the UQC!
[into the radio]
Benthic Explorer Captain: Bud! We lost the crane!
Virgil: Say again, what?
Benthic Explorer Captain: The crane! We've lost the crane! It's on its way down to you!
Virgil:
All right, all right everybody brace for impact! Close all the exterior hatches, let's go go go go!
Lt. Coffey: [to SEALs] You two help secure the rig! Let's go!
Virgil: One Night! One Night, can you hear me? Get the hell outta there, the crane's comin' down!
[part of the cable hits One Night's cab, but she manages to get away]
Lisa "One Night" Standing: I'm okay, I'm clear, Bud!
[the crew braces for impact; Hippy puts Beany in a plastic bag]