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I spent a week reading Sagan and watching reruns of the Twilight Zone. Seriously. I was just trying to pay the mortgage on my house I had no idea |
Do yourself a favor, Norman. Are you listening? Don't tell anyone what you just told me. |
C'mon, Beth that report's like the blind leading the blind. |
Because when we get down there |
Wait down where? |
To the spacecraft. To investigate. |
Underwater? |
What do you expect? For them to bring it up here? |
We can't go down there. We're not prepared. That deep? That takes years of training, Beth. We're just scientists. Lab scietists. We wear ties and lab coats to work not oxygen tanks. |
Well, you must have realized the chances an encounter like this would happen here. In the ocean. 70 percent of the earth's surface is water, Norman. That's first grade geography. |
It never occurred to me. |
Well, let's pray that's the only mistake you made. Have you said anything to Barnes about this? |
The timing has never seemed quite right. |
Just keep your mouth shut, alright? This could mean everything to our careers, you know that? Don't jeopardize this. |
What are you threatening me? |
Isn't there a psychological term for that, Dr. Johnson? |
Yeah. Drowning. |
You're next, Norman. |
No. Go ahead. Really. Ladies first. |
Such a gentlemen when you're scared shitless. |
400 years ago? I'm sure Christopher Columbus would've loved these accomodations. |
Good theory, Ted. |
Norman! |
Get this thing off me. |
It could breathe in air and exhale cyanide gas. |
Disrupt our brain waves, interfere with our ability to think. |
Where'd this come from? |
The library. |
We have a library? |
A bad one. It was the only book in there. Norman, come here, look at this. |
No, thank you. I hate jellyfish. |
... when I was six, my younger brother and I we went swimming in the Pacific. At my mother's beach house. We both felt stinging, and when we came out of the water, he was wearing jellyfish head to toe. Killed him. |
My gosh, Norman. |
Yeah, it was awful. |
What about you? What happened to you? |
Me? Well, I was wrapped in seaweed. It itched for a while, but I survived. Beth, do you find it... curious that we're seeing all this life down here. Nothing, and then these enormous flocks of squid. Then jellyfish? |
Normally, I'd say no. Everything's quiet now no ships, no divers, no electricity. Makes sense. But what's curious is these aren't normal jellyfish. |
What do you mean not normal? |
They have six tentacles. A new species. And the squid too. They had no stomach. |
Wait a minute. |
What? |
You knew about the squid not being normal. Before Fletcher went out there? |
Yeah, why? |
And you didn't tell anyone? |
What? Why... |
Beth |
I mean, I'm not... I wasn't absolutely sure if... they |
They are or they aren't. Which is it? |
What?... Wait. Don't... why are you |
Beth. |
Nobody said... Norman... What? Why are you looking at me like that? |
Beth |
I didn't do anything wrong. I didn't mean... |
Beth. |
I can't feel her bones. She's like a sponge. |
She was crushed. Feel her skin it's like sandpaper. |
What could have done this? |
Norman. |
What are they? |
Eggs. |
... He lied to us. He left us down here. |
C'mon, Beth. Don't make this personal. He told me himself they were taking us back. |
Yeah, he <u>told</u> you. Think. What was Barnes doing before they cut that cable loose? He was on the phone. Except that cable is a thousand feet long, Norman. They would've broken off communication with us four, five minutes before they cleared out. |
So what? |
So who was Barnes talking to at the last minute? Nobody. |
You're jumping to conclusions, Beth. Don't get worked up |
Fuck you, Norman! It's right here... |
"Although advised of risks, all personnel elect to remain down for duration of storm to continue investigation of alien sphere and associated spacecraft. Signed, Barnes, USN." |
Where did you get this? |
In Edmunds' things. |
You went through Edmunds' things? |
He's not just a Navy captain he works for the fucking Pentagon. |
Calm down, Beth. Alright? |
Don't tell me to calm down! |
It's done, alright? It's over! And there's not a damn thing we can do about it now, okay? |
You said something to him, didn't you? |
What? |
You told him about me? |
Beth |
You did, didn't you? |
Don't do this. |
You bastard. |
Beth, I didn't. Hold it together. Alright? |
Yeah, okay. Sure, Norman. |
Beth |
No, I should stay calm. Like you say. Right, Norman? Stay calm. |
Where are you going in such a hurry? |
I have to reset the sub. |
Forget the sub. |
Don't bother me, Norman. |
It's not worth the risk. |
It's also our only way out of here! It holds three people. And there's only three of us left now. |
You, me and Harry? |
You, me and Harry. He's asleep. |
Wake him, then. Let's go. Get outta |
We can't. The storm. The waves would toss us around worse than we got down here. And we have four days of decompression when we get up top. |
Four days? |
Get the helium out of our bloodstream. We go to the surface now, we'd pop like a soda bottle. |
Maybe you should go. To the sub. |
Why should I go? |
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