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Help me lift her. |
We're never gonna make it. |
Shut up and open the door. |
How much time you figure to get to the surface? |
Two and a half minutes. Once we're in the sub. |
How far away's the sub? |
I can't reach her. |
Hold on. |
Push her, c'mon. |
I'm trying. Shit. Here catch her. |
Missed. |
Are you trying, damn it? Just |
Hold on. |
Hurry, Norman. Four minutes. |
I heard! I heard! |
Three fiftysix, three fiftyfive, three |
Shut up and catch. |
C'mon, Norman! |
I'm trying to keep balance with |
Gimme a second |
Just pull her down like inside Harry, work with me here! |
Her legs are in the way. |
You got her? |
Get her out of the seat, I need room to sit. Harry? |
I'm trying. There. |
You know how to work this thing? |
No idea. |
Well, press something! |
Wait! |
Less than a minute, we're never gonna make it. |
Nine hundred feet to surface. |
It's not fast enough, Norman. There's a helluva lot of explosive down there. |
How's that working out, by the way? |
Good. Thank you. Now that I have it on. Why are you laughing? You don't even know what that means. |
No. I don't. But I always said to myself, when I die, I want to die laughing. |
There is one possibility. |
We all kill ourselves? Bad joke. Sorry, Beth. |
The power allows us to manifest our fears, right? What if we feared the power to go away? |
You mean forget? |
It would erase all our knowledge of it. All of our power. |
When did it come across? |
Minutes ago. Harry's trying to decode it in his room now. |
Where's it coming from? |
No idea. We have no surface support. It transmitted too fast to be coming from underwater. |
Is it coming from our own computer? |
Harry thinks it's some sort of discharge from our own system, but I've seen it discharge before and it didn't look anything like this. |
Pry the thing open? What are we neanderthals? |
All that banging and pounding. I don't know. We should think about making a good first impression. |
For who? The fish? |
For whoever's in that thing. |
It's empty. Why would someone build a ship like this? |
You'd have to ask them. |
Then what is it? |
It's an American spacecraft. |
What are you looking for? |
A light switch. A button opened that door the craft runs on some sort of power. |
Take politics, our views on abortion, the death penalty... |
Cannibalism, to be extreme. And now we're talking about a new life form. Their values and ethics may be incomprehensible. |
When he woke up, he said we were out of food. He told me to get some from the ship. |
I never said that. |
Yes you did. Norman, I wouldn't leave you out there. You know that. |
We never even had a conversation, Norman. |
Harry? That's bullshit. We stood right there |
Jerry. Right. I said Jerry, didn't I? |
That's a hell of a mistake to make, Beth. |
I'm sorry. Slip of the tongue. |
Yeah, I don't know how you could make that confusion. |
Just in time, too. |
In time for what? |
What? |
Just in time for what? |
Our habitat, I mean. This place can't handle another attack. |
Another attack? |
Why are you looking at me like that? |
Like what? I'm not |
You're staring at me. |
No I'm not. I'm not star |
Yes you are... |
They're going to want answers and they're going to keep asking until they get them. |
We can refuse to talk. |
Won't make any difference. The tapes document everything. |
Pussy. |
What's that mistake number two, Norman? |
No. I don't think so. |
Well, think. Because there's footprints here that aren't mine. |
Well, they're not mine. |
I don't get it. |
It doesn't make any sense. |
Well, what's your theory? |
I'm a woman. I don't theorize. I only deal with facts. |
Norman? Where's Norman? |
By the bunks. |
He doesn't wait for an answer. |
Who says it's a he? |
Beth, look, can I trust you with a little secret? |
I love secrets. |
That ULF report everybody's patting me on the back about? |
I've read it twice, Norman. It's brilliant. |
It's bullshit. The report's a joke. |
That's quite a secret. |
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