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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? |
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