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Survivors? No, I wouldn't think so.
Then why am I here?
What?
What do you need me for?
What is it? A military spacecraft? Like a shuttle or satellite?
Something like that. That doesn't surprise you?
Not really, no. Something of the military crashes in the ocean it explains why there was nothing on the news, why you've kept everything a secret... When did it crash?
As best we can estimate, it crashed four hundred years ago.
See this? Coral. Geologists measured the coral growth on top of the craft to be over five meters thick.
Geologists?
Coral grows at a rate of two and a half centimeters a year
Wait a second
dating the crash at least that old.
Hold on
Maybe older
there's got to be some mistake here a four hundred year old military spacecraft? There's no such thing... our space program isn't even forty years old.
Extraordinary, isn't it?
It's impossible.
I'm afraid it is Dr. Johnson... because it's sitting on the bottom of our ocean floor.
Off the record, I don't mind telling you, this thing scares the shit out of me.
It doesn't make any sense.
We think it might. That's why we brought you here. We've assembled your team they're waiting for us now.
What team?
The one you recommended. In the ULF report you wrote for the Bush administration.
ULF report? Nobody's mentioned that in years. You mean someone actually read it?
Your report's become our bible down here, Dr. Johnson. We've been carrying out each of your recommendations one by one to the smallest detail.
But sir, I don't understand. This report these recommendations... they're for an encounter with extra terrestrial life.
They pressurize us with helium.
What's wrong with oxygen?
It's a corrosive gas. On earth, it makes a halfeaten apple turn brown and puts the ugly, iron rust on an Oldsmobile. At a pressure this low, oxygen becomes toxic. Breathe it down here, and it'll do to your dick what it does to the Oldsmobile.
What is it, Norman?
Take a look.
Picked up something? What is it?
I don't know. But it's something alien.
Maybe we shouldn't.
What?
If it is alien, maybe we shouldn't try to open it at all.
Like "Thou shall not kill"?
Or maybe, it can't <u>be</u> killed.
You mean, what's in that thing is immortal?
I don't know. That's the point.
Everything can be killed.
Don't get hysterical, Norman.
I'm telling you, Harry's lost it. He's saying there's a deathwish out for each of us.
Look, the ships are clearing out. They're taking us topside in a matter of minutes. Someone can check him out there, if it's that imprtant.
All I'm saying is, someone should keep an eye on him.
Just worry about yourself.
Harry's missing.
What do you mean, he's missing?
He's missing. He's gone. He left.
He's here somewhere. Find him. The sub's on it's way. Go! C'mon!
You can't just leave Harry down here, sir.
I told you people, nobody goes anywhere unless I say.
But sir
No "buts". If he wants to be left, we'll leave him. Hello? Yes, the subs I want a report... Hello... Yes, a report. Gimme... shit.
I'm not paranoid. I know Beth. She can be drastic.
How drastic?
You don't want to know.
I think I do.
A while back, Beth and I we worked at the same university. She was assisting a chemist there I forget his name doing research, experiments. She was also living with him. Yeah, I know. And when she finished her work, he kicked her out, broke off the relationship, and published five papers all her work without any thank you or acknowledgement.
She should've known better.
She put a razor to her wrists a day later.
When was this?
'81, I think. She tried again five years ago. I thought you should know.
So you knew this when you wrote your report?
At the time, I don't know, I thought putting her on the list it might help her career catch her a break.
You knowingly recommended a woman with suicidal tendencies for a government operation
Wait a second
and then brought her down here
I didn't know it would come to this
without a cautionary word to anyone. You know, Ted said something to me earlier. I think he's right. He said, "When you got a guy who if he wasn't here he'd be standing in the unemployment line, you gotta question if you got the right guy."
He translated it wrong. "My name is Jerry"? It's like "See Spot run."
The message doesn't show a lack of intelligence. It's smart. It's approaching us in a simple way. Like you would a dog. Holding out your hand, letting it sniff, get used to you.
What am I a dog, now?
Great, okay. Ask him about his weapons.
That's smart. Let's talk about guns and violence.
You don't think weapons are important?
I think we should be careful. Consider his emotional response.
Edmunds?
Because if Jerry is powerful and also emotional...
Damn it, Edmunds?
... it raises a very serious question: <u>What happens if Jerry</u> <u>gets mad</u>?
Edmunds? Can you copy?
What for?
If something should happen to us, the Navy will at least have partial records of what happened.
At least our obituaries will be accurate. That's reassuring.
I don't want you talking to Jerry.
But sir, I think it's imperative. I think the messages, the animals we've seen, what killed Edmunds, the reading you got earlier I think they're all related.
You think he killed Edmunds?
Yes, I do. Whatever's out there, I think is his response to us refusing to talk to him earlier.
Bullshit. What's out there isn't alien. It's an animal.
Maybe so. But I think we need to ask Jerry about it.
No. I think we should shut down the communication lines inside the habitat. He might be listening now.
Going active.
Jerry?
What the hell? It shut us down.
Jerry? Please. Stop this.
Ted, go into the control room. Listen for my instructions.
Yes, sir. I'm here.
You see the lever on the green box? Upper right hand corner?