Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea (1964–1968): Season 1, Episode 10 - Submarine Sunk Here - full transcript
Chip Morton and Curley Jones are in New London making repairs on the diving bell's guidance system. At the same time a skirmish in the control room of the Seaview sails directly into a derelict mine field. The sub becomes entangled and attempts to free it send it to the bottom. With their air running out the diving bell is their only hope.
[Man On Speaker] ADMIRAL,
NAVY YARD IN NEW LONDON.
IT'S LIEUTENANT
COMMANDER MORTON.
GO AHEAD, NEW LONDON.
HELLO, ADMIRAL.
YES, SIR.
THEY'RE STILL WORKING ON
IT. MMM, IN A COUPLE HOURS.
GOOD. WE'VE FINISHED MAPPING.
WE'LL PUT IN AT NEW LONDON BY 1400,
GIVE THE CREW SHORE LIBERTY TONIGHT...
AND SAIL FOR CALIFORNIA
IN THE MORNING.
AYE, SIR. SEE YOU IN
A COUPLE OF HOURS.
WHAT'S THE TROUBLE, EVANS?
WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?
ASK BISHOP FOR EMERGENCY LEAVE.
LOTS OF LUCK.
EVANS, YOU ON THIS
WATCH? NO, SIR, BUT...
THEN YOU HAVE NO
BUSINESS HERE. GET BELOW.
BUT, SIR, I HAVE TO TALK TO YOU.
MY... MY WIFE'S HAVING A BABY,
AND I JUST GOT WORD
SOMETHING'S GONE WRONG.
I NEED EMERGENCY
LEAVE. ALL RIGHT.
TALK TO ME ABOUT IT WHEN
WE REACH PORT. I'M BUSY NOW.
BUT, SIR, I'D JUST LIKE TO KNOW
IF... I SAID WHEN WE REACH PORT.
NOW GET BELOW.
I'M SORRY, MR. BISHOP. I DON'T MEAN TO
MAKE TROUBLE, BUT THIS IS IMPORTANT TO ME.
IF YOU WON'T HELP ME,
I'LL GO TO THE ADMIRAL.
NOW, YOU LISTEN TO ME, EVANS.
DON'T THREATEN TO GO OVER MY HEAD.
I SAID WE'D TALK ABOUT THIS WHEN WE
REACH PORT. SORRY. DIDN'T MEAN IT THAT WAY.
THE CONTROL ROOM IS NO PLACE FOR YOUR
PERSONAL AFFAIRS. YOU GET DOWN BELOW.
BUT, SIR, I... I SAID GET BELOW!
YOU GOTTA LISTEN TO ME. IF ANYTHING
HAPPENS TO MY WIFE... YOU'RE INSUBORDINATE!
GET BACK TO YOUR QUARTERS, OR
I'LL HAVE YOU PLACED UNDER ARREST!
WHAT KIND OF A MAN ARE
YOU? ARREST THIS MAN!
YOU LOUSY GOLD BRAID!
MASTER AT ARMS, CONTROL
ROOM, ON THE DOUBLE!
- EVANS, YOU'RE UNDER ARREST.
- [Beeping]
MINES DEAD AHEAD! IT'S
A DERELICT MINEFIELD.
ALL STOP!
EMERGENCY! RIG FOR CRASH!
TAKE HER BACK
DEAD SLOW. AYE, SIR.
MR. BISHOP, TAKE
HER BACK DEAD SLOW.
BISHOP, REPORT!
THIS IS O'BRIEN, SIR.
BISHOP'S BEEN HURT.
ALL RIGHT, O'BRIEN.
BACK DEAD SLOW.
[O'Brien] AYE, AYE, SIR.
LEE, GET UP THERE AND SEE WHAT'S
GOING ON IN THE CONTROL ROOM. AYE, SIR.
[Men Chattering]
THIS MAN IS BADLY HURT.
WHAT'S GOING ON HERE? EVANS
HIT LT. BISHOP. HE'S UNDER ARREST.
- HOW IS HE, DOC?
- COULD BE A SKULL FRACTURE.
COME ON. LET'S GET HIM DOWN TO
SICK BAY. ALL RIGHT, MEN. PICK HIM UP.
GET HIS ARMS. WATCH HIM, BOYS.
EASY, BOYS. KEEP THE HEAD UP.
GET HIM OUT OF HERE.
CAPTAIN, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND.
MR. BISHOP'S... I WANNA TALK TO
YOU WHEN WE GET THROUGH THIS.
UNLESS WE'RE PRETTY LUCKY IN THE NEXT
FEW MINUTES, WE'RE NOT GONNA HAVE A CHANCE.
NOW WATCH THAT
SCREEN. AYE, AYE, SIR.
DEPTH? [Man] 450 FEET, SIR.
ALL STOP! ALL STOP!
[Crane On Speaker] ALL STOP.
[Man] VOYAGE TO THE
BOTTOM OF THE SEA.
STARRING RICHARD BASEHART,
DAVID HEDISON.
VOYAGE TO THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA.
LEE, THE CABLE'S FOULED IN
OUR SEARCHLIGHT HOUSING.
ANY CHANCE OF PULLING FREE?
NONE. IT'S BADLY FOULED.
WE'LL HAVE TO CUT IT.
WE'RE TOO DEEP TO SEND OUT
A DIVER. WE'LL USE THE MINI-SUB.
HARKER, GET THE MINI-SUB READY.
YES, SIR.
WHAT'S ALL THIS ABOUT
BISHOP? WHERE IS HE?
HE'S IN SICK BAY. EVANS HIT HIM
IN A FIGHT. HE'S UNDER ARREST.
WHO WAS ON SONAR? BLAKE.
BLAKE, WHAT THE DEVIL
HAPPENED TO YOUR INSTRUMENTS?
NOTHING, SIR. SONAR'S WORKING.
I MADE A MISTAKE. A MISTAKE?
YES, SIR. I GOT UP
TO STOP A FIGHT.
I WAS AWAY FROM THE SCREEN
FOR MAYBE A COUPLE MINUTES.
THAT'S DERELICTION
OF DUTY. YOUR ENTIRE
ATTENTION SHOULD BE
CONCENTRATED ON THAT SCREEN.
YES, SIR. [Man On Speaker]
MINI-SUB READY TO LAUNCH, SIR.
LAUNCH MINI-SUB.
LET'S SEE THIS
FROM THE NOSE, LEE.
SOUND GENERAL QUARTERS!
SECURE ALL WATERTIGHT HATCHES!
[All Shouting] GET
OUT OF THE WAY!
HEY, HEY, HEY! HEY! SOMEBODY
LET ME OUT OF HERE, WILL YA!
HEY! WE'RE GOIN' DOWN IN HERE!
HEY!
HEY! HEY!
HEY! HEY!
HEY! COME ON! HEY!
HEY! HEY!
HEY, CLOSE OFF THE
HATCH! [Shouting, Indistinct]
WE GOTTA CLOSE OFF THE HATCH!
GET THIS MAN.
ALL RIGHT. [Muttering]
- ANYONE ELSE DOWN THERE?
- O'MARA, SIR. SOMEBODY HELP HIM.
PAT! PAT!
PAT!
I COULDN'T HOLD HIM, SIR. I JUST COULDN'T
HOLD HIM. HE'S STILL ALIVE DOWN THERE.
- DOG THE HATCH.
- HE'S STILL DOWN THERE, SIR.
DOG THE HATCH. THAT'S AN ORDER.
ANY CASUALTIES IN HERE? [Coughs]
ALL RIGHT, YOU TWO. GET
THESE MEN DOWN TO SICK BAY.
HOLD IT, DOC. PUT HIM ON
THE DECK UNTIL WE'RE DOWN.
- WE MAY HIT
WITH QUITE A JOLT.
- RIGHT. EVERYBODY OFF HIS FEET.
BRACE YOURSELF, EVERYBODY.
WE'RE GONNA HIT BOTTOM.
ALL RIGHT, DOC. YOU CAN
OPEN UP YOUR SICK BAY.
THAT IS, IF WE STILL HAVE ONE.
I'LL CHECK.
[Coughing]
HARKER, GO AFT AND SEE IF THERE'S ANY
WAY TO REACH THE AUXILIARY BALLAST TANKS.
I LEFT HIM THERE. I JUST COULDN'T
HOLD HIM. I HAD TO LEAVE HIM.
I LEFT HIM. I COULDN'T...
I COULDN'T HOLD HIM.
I TRIED TO HOLD HIM. I COULDN'T.
PUT THIS MAN UP HERE.
HOW IS IT, PATTERSON? THE TRANSMITTER
ISN'T WORKING, BUT THE INTERCOM'S OKAY.
CREW'S QUARTERS, THIS IS NELSON.
REPORT YOUR CONDITION.
CREW'S QUARTERS, KOWALSKI
SPEAKING. EVERYTHING TIGHT AND DRY, SIR.
CARRY ON, KOWALSKI.
SICK BAY, NELSON. YOUR REPORT?
SICK BAY, REPORT YOUR CONDITION!
DR. BAINES. TIGHT AND
DRY, ON EMERGENCY LIGHTS.
TWO CASUALTIES, CRITICAL. OVER.
THE WHOLE ENGINE
ROOM IS FLOODED, SIR.
I TRIED TO GET IN THROUGH THE
OTHER PASSAGE, BUT IT'S FLOODED.
THERE'S NOBODY
DOWN THERE. NOBODY.
ENGINE ROOM, NELSON. REPORT.
ENGINE ROOM, THIS IS NELSON.
REPORT YOUR CONDITION!
THEY'RE ALL DEAD.
THEY'RE ALL JUST... THEY'RE DEAD.
JUST FLOATING OUT THERE, DEAD.
EVEN MY BUDDY PAT O'MARA'S
DEAD. [Crane] EASY, HARKER.
I LOCKED THE HATCH
AGAINST HIM. I DID IT!
- THAT'S ENOUGH, HARKER!
- YES, SIR.
LIST ALL SURVIVING PERSONNEL.
ISSUE ESCAPE GEAR TO EACH MAN.
YES, SIR.
LEE, YOU BETTER SEND
UP THE MARKER BUOY.
AYE, SIR.
O'BRIEN, RELEASE
EMERGENCY MARKER BUOY.
AYE, AYE, SIR.
PASS THOSE DOWN THERE, WILL YOU?
OH, KOWALSKI, HERE'S
AN ESCAPE LUNG FOR YOU.
WHY? IT'S NO GOOD
DOWN THIS DEEP.
ADMIRAL'S ORDERS.
TAKE IT ANYWAY, HUH?
YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE
THIS WITHOUT LOUSING IT UP?
LISTEN, HARKER...
EASY, BLAKE! EASY!
GET OFF THE KID'S BACK, HARKER.
I'D LIKE TO KNOW WHAT YOU MEANT BY
THAT CRACK. YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN BY IT.
COME ON! COME ON, BOTH OF
YOU! KNOCK IT OFF! [Muttering]
[Gasps]
[Footsteps]
[Coughs]
I WONDER IF THE AIR PURIFIER
QUIT ALONG WITH THE LIGHTS.
FIND OUT.
[Coughing]
GIVE IT TO US STRAIGHT, SIR.
CAN WE GET OUT?
WE'VE GOT ONE CHANCE.
IT'S A PRETTY GOOD ONE.
OUR POSITION IS KNOWN. WE'RE
NOT FAR OUT OF NEW LONDON.
WHEN THE RADIO QUIT, THE COAST GUARD
MUST HAVE STARTED A SEARCH FOR US.
THEY CAN'T FAIL TO
SEE OUR MARKER BUOY.
SUPPOSE THE COAST
GUARD DON'T FIND US?
SUPPOSE YOU'RE CROSSING
A STREET IN LOS ANGELES
ABOUT A MONTH FROM
NOW AND A CAR HITS YOU.
YES OR NO?
IT'S BADLY DAMAGED.
BEYOND REPAIR.
MEN, WE'RE GONNA BE SHORT OF
AIR FOR AWHILE, BUT NOT FOR LONG.
MR. MORTON AND CHIEF
JONES ARE IN NEW LONDON,
WHERE OUR DIVING BELL
HAS JUST BEEN OVERHAULED.
AS SOON AS THEY GET WORD, THEY
CAN REACH US WITH PLENTY OF AIR...
IN A MATTER OF HOURS.
YOU'LL HAVE ALL THE AIR YOU NEED
AS SOON AS THE DIVING BELL GETS HERE.
SO JUST SIT TIGHT,
AND WE'LL ALL MAKE IT.
HOW LONG CAN WE
HOLD OUT WITHOUT AIR?
WELL, THERE'S RESIDUAL AIR IN
ALL UNFLOODED COMPARTMENTS,
AND ADD TO THAT THE OXYGEN
WE CAN BLEED OFF AT INTERVALS.
MY GUESS IS THAT WE CAN HOLD
OUT FOR ABOUT, UH... ABOUT 10 HOURS.
[Vehicle Approaching]
THEY FOUND 'EM 12 MILES
OUT. SHAKE IT UP, CURLEY.
BUT WE CAN'T FIND THE SHORT IN
THE GUIDANCE CONTROL SYSTEM.
HOW LONG WILL IT TAKE?
AT LEAST TWO DAYS.
[Man] EASY, EASY.
OKAY, LOWER. EASY.
EASY.
ALL RIGHT. GET THAT PLATE OFF.
[Ringing]
- SEAVIEW.
- ADMIRAL, ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?
AM I GLAD TO HEAR YOUR VOICE.
NOW, LISTEN CAREFULLY, CHIP.
JUST REACHING US THROUGH
THE MINES WILL BE TOUGH ENOUGH.
THEN YOU'LL HAVE TO
COUPLE THE BELL TO OUR HULL.
IT CAN'T BE DONE IF OUR ANGLE
OF LIST IS MORE THAN 30 DEGREES.
SIR, THEY'RE STILL WORKING
ON THE BELL IN NEW LONDON.
H-HOW MUCH LONGER?
CURLEY'S STAYING CLOSE TO IT.
IF THEY DON'T FIND THAT
SHORT BY THE TIME I GET BACK,
WE'LL BRING THE BELL OUT HERE AND
ATTEMPT A RESCUE BY CONTROLLED DESCENT.
ALL RIGHT, CHIP.
WE'LL SWEAT IT OUT.
THIS IS GONNA TAKE
LONGER THAN WE THOUGHT.
BUT IF WE CONSERVE EVERY BIT OF
AIR IN THE BOAT, WE'LL BE ALL RIGHT.
[Baines On Speaker]
ADMIRAL, THIS IS SICK BAY.
GO AHEAD, DOC. CAN
YOU COME BACK HERE, SIR?
RIGHT AWAY.
CONSERVE AIR. STOP BREATHING.
WHAT'S WRONG?
HE'S ALL RIGHT. A FRACTURED LEG.
I GAVE HIM A SEDATIVE.
BUT BISHOP OVER HERE...
HE'S IN CRITICAL
CONDITION. [Moaning]
CONCUSSION, POSSIBLE
SKULL FRACTURE.
OH, CRAZY KID.
ADMIRAL... ADMIRAL, SIR,
I'M THE EXEC...
I HAD TO TELL HIM, SIR.
EASY, BISHOP. TAKE IT EASY.
IF WE HOPE TO SAVE BISHOP, WE'RE GOING
TO HAVE TO GIVE HIM OUR BOTTLED OXYGEN.
OXYGEN? WE CUT EVERYBODY'S
TIME A LITTLE OF A FRACTION.
IF THERE'S ONLY A FRACTION BETWEEN
LIVING AND DYING, THEN IT'S NOT A LITTLE.
IT'S EVERYTHING. HE WON'T LAST
ANOTHER TWO HOURS WITHOUT OXYGEN.
YOU WANT ME TO RISK THE LIVES OF EVERY
MAN IN THIS SHIP IN ORDER TO SAVE HIS?
EITHER WE GIVE BISHOP ALL THE
OXYGEN HE NEEDS, OR WE LET HIM DIE.
THAT'S UP TO YOU.
I CAN'T MAKE THAT DECISION.
YOU CAN GIVE BISHOP HIS OWN SHARE OF
THE OXYGEN, AND YOU CAN GIVE HIM MINE,
BUT THE REST BELONGS TO THE MEN.
I'LL TAKE A VOTE,
STARTING WITH YOU, DOC.
YES, OF COURSE.
[Sighs] COME ON, BLAKE.
SNAP OUT OF IT. BLAKE!
IT'S MY FAULT ALL
THOSE GUYS ARE DEAD.
COME ON. IT ISN'T YOUR
FAULT. YEAH, IT IS. I DID IT.
THAT'S JUST THE WAY I SEE IT.
YOU STAY OUT OF THIS, HARKER.
WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU, EVANS?
YOU TRYING TO DEFEND HIM
BECAUSE HE TRIED TO DEFEND YOU?
MAYBE I AM. KNOCK
IT OFF, YOU GUYS.
I SAW THE WHOLE THING. IF YOU
ASK ME, IT WAS BISHOP'S FAULT.
YEAH, IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR A GOAT,
PICK THAT DUTY-STRUCK GOLD BRAID.
LEAVE BLAKE ALONE, OR
I'LL BUST YA. YOU'LL WHAT?
YOU HEARD ME. I'LL BUST
YA! OH, SIT DOWN, JUNIOR.
ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT. ALL RIGHT.
EVANS, HARKER, THAT'S ENOUGH.
SAVE IT TILL WE GET OUT OF HERE.
SIT DOWN.
I CAME HERE TO PUT A
PROPOSITION TO YOU.
WE HAVE A LIMITED SUPPLY
OF RESERVE OXYGEN.
IT MAY MEAN THE DIFFERENCE
BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH.
IN A SENSE, EACH MAN
OWNS A SHARE OF IT.
FIRST, LET ME SAY THAT
LT. BISHOP IS IN BAD SHAPE.
WITHOUT OXYGEN...
EXTRA OXYGEN... HE'LL DIE.
DR. BAINES WANTED ME TO AUTHORIZE
ITS USE, BUT I WANT YOU MEN TO DECIDE.
I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING.
IF IT HADN'T BEEN FOR BISHOP,
MAYBE WE WOULDN'T BE IN THIS FIX.
THAT'S THE WAY IT
IS IN MY BOOK, SIR.
BLAKE?
I DON'T KNOW WHAT GOOD
IT'LL DO HIM. HE CAN HAVE MINE.
MINE TOO, I GUESS.
YEAH.
I GUESS I'M KIND OF A
SELFISH GUY, ADMIRAL.
THE WAY I FEEL ABOUT IT, IF WE EVER GET
LUCKY ENOUGH TO GET OUT OF THIS THING,
I'D LIKE TO LOOK
BISHOP IN THE FACE.
AND IF WE DON'T GET OUT OF IT, IT
WOULDN'T MAKE MUCH DIFFERENCE, WOULD IT?
SO, UH, YOU CAN HAVE MINE.
[Sighs] I GUESS I'LL
CHANGE MY VOTE TOO, SIR.
WE MIGHT AS WELL
MAKE IT UNANIMOUS.
ALL RIGHT, MEN. THANKS.
O'BRIEN? YES, SIR.
COLLINS?
DOC, WE'VE JUST TAKEN THE VOTE
OF THE MEN. BISHOP GETS HIS OXYGEN.
CURLEY? YES, SIR.
ANY LUCK? NO, SIR.
WE'VE GOT TO GET THIS BELL TO
THEM. THEY'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME.
- CAN'T WE TAKE IT
THE WAY IT IS?
- NO, THEY'RE IN A MINEFIELD.
TRYING TO GET THROUGH WITHOUT A
GUIDANCE SYSTEM WOULD BE SUICIDE.
KEEP PUSHING THE MEN.
THIS IS THE ONLY BELL ON THIS
COAST THAT CAN GO THAT DEEP.
[Klaxon Blares] [On Speaker] MISSILE
STORAGE ROOM. PATTERSON SPEAKING.
FIRE IN THE AUXILIARY
WIRING SYSTEM.
HARKER, GIVE ME A
HAND! GIVE HIM A HAND.
MISSILE ROOM, STAND
FAST. HELP ON THE WAY.
THE FIRE'S BROKEN OUT BACK HERE!
QUICK, GET SOME OVER HERE.
[Coughing]
THE FIRE'S DEEP IN THE WIRING SYSTEM,
SIR. HAVEN'T EVEN TOUCHED IT YET.
WE'VE GOT TO STOP IT. RIP OUT
ALL THE WIRING IF YOU HAVE TO.
THE LONGER IT BURNS, THE MORE
OXYGEN IT CONSUMES. AYE, AYE, SIR.
STICK WITH THE FIRE DETAIL.
I'LL CHECK THE CORRIDOR AFT.
IF IT BREAKS THROUGH THERE,
WE'RE FINISHED. YES, SIR.
[Crackling]
[Coughing]
MR. O'BRIEN, GET
THE RELIEF MEN AFT.
AYE, AYE, SIR.
NOW HEAR THIS. RELIEF FIRE
DETAIL, LAY AFT, ON THE DOUBLE.
[Gasping]
O'BRIEN. HELP!
RESERVE OXYGEN!
COME ON, COME
ON. COME ON. [Groans]
MAKE ROOM HERE. GIVE
ME SOME ROOM! COME ON!
HOW MUCH? JUST ENOUGH
TO BRING HIM AROUND.
[Coughing, Gagging] OKAY.
HE ALL RIGHT? ALL RIGHT.
I-I'LL BE ALL RIGHT,
SIR. I'LL BE ALL RIGHT.
NOW, WAIT A MINUTE. SAVE
YOUR BREATH. SAVE YOUR BREATH.
[Panting] SIT STILL.
OKAY, OKAY.
KOWALSKI, SPREAD THE REST
OF THAT OXYGEN IN THE ROOM.
THE AIR IS FOUL. AYE, SIR.
THE WHOLE CONTAINER.
BLAKE, I WANT YOU
TO GET A CYLINDER.
PUT IT IN EVERY UNFLOODED
COMPARTMENT ON THE SHIP.
COME ON.
YOU ALL RIGHT?
YES, SIR. I THINK I AM.
I THINK YOU'RE OKAY.
[Whispering] EVANS?
EVANS.
EVANS! WHAT?
YOU WANNA GET OUT OF HERE?
WANNA SEE THAT WIFE OF YOURS AGAIN?
WE CAN GET OUT... WITH THESE.
COLLINS, YOU'RE
CRAZY. WE'RE TOO DEEP.
HOW DO YOU KNOW?
ANYBODY EVER
TRIED AT THIS DEPTH?
- I JUST GO BY WHAT THEY SAY.
- YEAH, BUT IF THEY'RE WRONG,
WE'RE GONNA DIE IN HERE.
WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO
SEE HER AGAIN, EVANS?
MAYBE SEE THAT KID OF
YOURS WHEN IT'S BORN?
WHAT DO YOU SAY?
GOT YOUR OWN SUPPLY
OF OXYGEN, HUH, BLAKE?
THAT'S WHAT I CALL INSURANCE.
LISTEN, HARKER. JUST LET ME ALONE.
[Chuckles] OH, BOY. NO
MATTER WHAT HAPPENS,
YOU LOOK OUT FOR NUMBER
ONE FIRST, DON'T YA, HUH?
HEY!
[Rumbling, Crashing]
[Rumbling, Crashing Stops]
LOOKS LIKE WE
SETTLED IN THE MUD.
SHE'S BREAKIN' UP.
THERE'S NOBODY GONNA
GET OUT OF HERE NOW.
NOBODY.
ALL RIGHT, CURLEY. LET'S GO.
DID YOU FIND IT? NO. GET
THAT LIFT CRANE OVER HERE.
WE'RE SHOVING OFF
ANYWAY. BUT THE MINEFIELDS!
WE'LL GET THROUGH IT SOMEHOW. COME ON!
GET THAT LIFT CRANE! WE'RE WASTING TIME!
YES, SIR! PUT THAT
EQUIPMENT BACK IN. LET'S GO.
[Exhales Loudly]
OUR ANGLE'S UP TO 23 DEGREES.
ANOTHER WALLOP LIKE THAT,
AND THE BELL WON'T DO US
ANY GOOD, EVEN IF IT GETS HERE.
I'M GOING BACK AND
TELL THE ADMIRAL.
DO YOU FEEL WELL
ENOUGH TO TAKE OVER HERE?
YES, SIR. I'LL BE OKAY.
IS THE ADMIRAL BACK
THERE WITH THE FIRE?
NO, SIR. I THOUGHT HE'D BE IN
THE CONTROL ROOM BY NOW.
HE NEVER CAME FORWARD.
WHERE DID YOU SEE HIM LAST?
HE WENT TO CHECK THE
AFT CORRIDOR FOR FIRE, SIR.
WHEN THE FIRE'S OUT, SEAL OFF
THE ROOM AND COME FORWARD!
ADMIRAL!
[Shouts]
COLLINS, I CAN'T DO IT.
YOU WANT TO STAY
DOWN HERE AND DIE?
WE'VE STILL GOT A CHANCE.
HOW DO YOUR LUNGS FEEL?
WE'RE ALMOST OUT OF AIR.
IF THEY DO GET TO US, THEY'LL
FIND A SHIP FULL OF DEAD MEN.
I'LL GO FIRST. NO!
COLLINS, WAIT! YOU CAN'T DO IT...
I'LL TALK TO YOU THROUGH THE MIKE.
WHEN YOU HEAR I'M
OKAY, YOU FOLLOW.
NO, COLLINS, YOU CAN'T DO IT.
I'M NOT GONNA LET YOU, COLLINS!
LET GO!
HEY! NO, COL...
COME ON.
OKAY, PUT HIM
DOWN HERE. THAT'S IT.
OKAY. ALL RIGHT.
GET SOME TOWELS,
ANYTHING. YES, SIR.
[Coughs] YOU ALL RIGHT?
[Coughing]
LEE... THE FIRE'S OUT.
[Exhales Loudly]
I'LL BE ALL RIGHT IN A MINUTE.
HERE. A BLANKET, SIR.
[Coughing]
[Collins On Speaker] EVANS,
I'M OUT NOW. IT'S REAL SAFE.
EVANS.
COME ON, EVANS. FOLLOW ME UP.
IT'S A BREEZE. WHOSE
VOICE WAS THAT?
COLLINS, USING THE STEINKE HOOD.
HE DOESN'T HAVE A CHANCE!
I TRIED TO TELL HIM, SIR.
COME ON, EVANS. FOLLOW ME UP.
YOU CAN... YOU CAN...
[Strained] EVANS, HELP ME.
HELP ME!
HELP ME.
[Gasping] HELP ME!
YOU CAN CHALK UP
ANOTHER ONE FOR BLAKE.
THAT'S ENOUGH, HARKER.
FIRST O'MARA, THE REST
OF 'EM, AND NOW COLLINS.
THEY'D ALL BE ALIVE
IF IT WASN'T FOR BLAKE.
YOU'D BETTER GET SQUARED AWAY.
THAT MAN DIDN'T
PLANT THE MINEFIELD.
- HE MADE A MISTAKE OF JUDGMENT.
- A MISTAKE?
THAT COST US A
LOT, THAT MISTAKE!
IT COST HIM TOO. HE
HAS TO LIVE WITH IT.
I BELIEVE WE OUGHT
TO GIVE HIM A BREAK.
THINK ABOUT IT.
ALL SECURE, CAPTAIN.
THEN LET'S GO! YES, SIR!
GOOD LUCK, COMMANDER. THANKS.
READY ON THE WINCH.
LOWER AWAY ON SIGNAL.
ALL RIGHT. TAKE IT UP.
[Nelson On Speaker]
MEN, HEAR THIS.
WE'VE JUST RECEIVED
WORD FROM TOPSIDE.
MR. MORTON HAS
STARTED HIS DESCENT.
OUR SURVIVAL STILL DEPENDS
ON OUR BEING AS QUIET AS WE CAN.
FROM NOW ON, ONLY
ESSENTIAL ACTIVITY.
DON'T MOVE AROUND THE
SHIP. CONSERVE YOUR AIR.
STAY CALM. IT'LL STILL
BE A COUPLE OF HOURS.
WE'RE ON THE DESCENT, ADMIRAL.
HOW LONG CAN YOU HOLD OUT?
NOT MUCH LONGER. YOU
HAVE AIR? PLENTY OF IT.
WHAT'S THE PRESENT
ANGLE ON THE ESCAPE HATCH?
IT'S 23 DEGREES. IT'S
DIFFICULT, BUT NOT IMPOSSIBLE.
IF WE DON'T SETTLE AGAIN,
WE CAN MAKE THE CONNECTION.
BUT YOU'LL HAVE TO
NEGOTIATE THE MINEFIELDS, CHIP.
IT'S GONNA BE TRICKY.
YES, SIR. WE KNOW.
BLAKE,
THE BELL'S ON ITS WAY DOWN.
COME ON.
HAVE A CUP OF COFFEE, HUH?
I'LL GET IT.
[Sighs]
SKIPPER, THE MINES!
THEY'RE SHIFTING
WITH THE CURRENT.
SLOW THE DESCENT. AYE,
AYE, SIR. SLOW THE DESCENT.
WE'LL HAVE TO INCH OUR WAY THROUGH
AND PRAY WE DON'T TOUCH ONE OF THEM.
HARD LEFT. HARD LEFT. HARD LEFT!
SHE'S NOT RESPONDING.
FOUL CABLE!
[Clamoring]
IS EVERYONE ALL RIGHT?
THAT WAS THE
BELL. IT HIT A MINE.
HELLO, CHIP?
DIVING BELL, COME IN.
SALVAGE BARGE, CAN...
CAN YOU HEAR ME?
THE PHONE'S DEAD. I
JUST CHECKED THE ANGLE.
THIRTY-ONE DEGREES. THAT MEANS
THE BELL CAN'T COUPLE WITH US.
HELLO, SEAVIEW. HELLO, SEAVIEW.
ADMIRAL! ADMIRAL!
THE LINE'S DEAD.
THE MINE DID IT. BUT
WE'RE OVER THE SUB NOW.
I DON'T LIKE THE LOOKS OF
THAT. THE ANGLE'S TOO STEEP.
- CAN WE MAKE A CONNECTION?
- I DON'T KNOW, CURLEY. I DON'T KNOW.
SO IT'S AS SIMPLE AS THAT.
WE NEED TO RIGHT OURSELVES
AT LEAST FIVE DEGREES.
BUT HOW? THE WHOLE
HYDRAULIC SYSTEM'S BUSTED.
WITHOUT BALLAST TANKS OR POWER,
THERE'S NO WAY TO TURN THE SHIP.
THERE'S ONE WAY...
FLOOD A COMPARTMENT.
YEAH. YEAH, THAT, UH... THAT
WOULD BE THE COMPARTMENT.
IF WE FLOOD 47,
IT SHOULD BRING US ABOUT
JUST TO THE RIGHT LIST.
WHAT FOR? THE BELL'S GONE.
THERE'S NOBODY OUT THERE...
NOBODY ALIVE.
KOWALSKI, WE HAVE TO COUNT
ON THAT BELL BEING THERE.
I SAY FLOOD 47 NOW.
IF WE OPEN A SEA
COCK AT THIS DEPTH,
THE WATER WILL COME
IN LIKE A BATTERING RAM.
BUT THE WATERTIGHT DOOR WOULD BE SHUT, SIR.
THE WATER WOULD STAY IN THE COMPARTMENT.
YEAH, SO WOULD THE MAN
WHO OPENED THE VALVE.
I CAN'T ASK ANY MAN TO DO THAT.
HEY, BLAKE, I WANNA TALK
TO YOU FOR A MINUTE. BLAKE!
- WHAT WAS BLAKE DOING UP HERE?
- HE WASN'T HERE.
I JUST SAW HIM IN THE
CORRIDOR. I SPOKE TO
HIM, LIKE YOU SAID, BUT
IT DIDN'T DO ANY GOOD.
HE'S IN BAD SHAPE. WHERE WAS
HE GOING WHEN YOU PASSED HIM?
I DON'T KNOW. HE WAS HEADING
TOWARD ONE OF THE COMPARTMENTS... 47.
BLAKE! BLAKE, ARE YOU IN THERE?
BLAKE! [Knocking Continues]
BLAKE, OPEN UP!
BLAKE!
BLAKE, WE'LL FIND SOME
OTHER WAY TO RIGHT THE SHIP.
BLAKE! [Knocking Continues]
BLAKE, OPEN UP!
[Crane] BLAKE!
COME ON! BLAKE!
BLAKE!
A LITTLE LEFT. YES, SIR.
HOLD IT! RIGHT, RIGHT. YES, SIR.
HOLD IT THERE.
STEADY. STEADY.
WE MADE IT!
[Door Opens]
[Chattering, Laughing]
PERMISSION TO COME ABOARD, SIR?
HEY-HEY! HEY-HEY!
I JUST CHECKED THE
WHOLE LIST, ADMIRAL.
WE SEEM TO HAVE MORE PEOPLE IN THE
HOSPITAL THAN WE HAVE ON SHORE LEAVE.
EVERYONE ALL RIGHT,
LEE? EVERYONE'S FINE.
EVEN BISHOP'S OFF
THE CRITICAL LIST.
IN VIEW OF EVERYTHING, HE DOESN'T WANT
TO PRESS ANY CHARGES AGAINST EVANS.
GOOD. NEITHER DO I. BUT I
HAVE SOME NEWS OF MY OWN.
I JUST TALKED WITH CARVER
AT THE BUREAU OF SHIPS.
THE SEAVIEW? IS
GOING TO BE RAISED.
SHE'LL BE BACK IN
COMMISSION IN SHORT ORDER.
THAT'S A RELIEF. I'LL HAVE TO PASS THE
WORD UP TO YOUNG HARRIMAN EVANS.
- YOUNG WHO?
- OH, DIDN'T I TELL YOU?
MRS. EVANS HAD
HER BABY... A BOY.
SHE NAMED HIM AFTER YOU.
NAVY YARD IN NEW LONDON.
IT'S LIEUTENANT
COMMANDER MORTON.
GO AHEAD, NEW LONDON.
HELLO, ADMIRAL.
YES, SIR.
THEY'RE STILL WORKING ON
IT. MMM, IN A COUPLE HOURS.
GOOD. WE'VE FINISHED MAPPING.
WE'LL PUT IN AT NEW LONDON BY 1400,
GIVE THE CREW SHORE LIBERTY TONIGHT...
AND SAIL FOR CALIFORNIA
IN THE MORNING.
AYE, SIR. SEE YOU IN
A COUPLE OF HOURS.
WHAT'S THE TROUBLE, EVANS?
WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?
ASK BISHOP FOR EMERGENCY LEAVE.
LOTS OF LUCK.
EVANS, YOU ON THIS
WATCH? NO, SIR, BUT...
THEN YOU HAVE NO
BUSINESS HERE. GET BELOW.
BUT, SIR, I HAVE TO TALK TO YOU.
MY... MY WIFE'S HAVING A BABY,
AND I JUST GOT WORD
SOMETHING'S GONE WRONG.
I NEED EMERGENCY
LEAVE. ALL RIGHT.
TALK TO ME ABOUT IT WHEN
WE REACH PORT. I'M BUSY NOW.
BUT, SIR, I'D JUST LIKE TO KNOW
IF... I SAID WHEN WE REACH PORT.
NOW GET BELOW.
I'M SORRY, MR. BISHOP. I DON'T MEAN TO
MAKE TROUBLE, BUT THIS IS IMPORTANT TO ME.
IF YOU WON'T HELP ME,
I'LL GO TO THE ADMIRAL.
NOW, YOU LISTEN TO ME, EVANS.
DON'T THREATEN TO GO OVER MY HEAD.
I SAID WE'D TALK ABOUT THIS WHEN WE
REACH PORT. SORRY. DIDN'T MEAN IT THAT WAY.
THE CONTROL ROOM IS NO PLACE FOR YOUR
PERSONAL AFFAIRS. YOU GET DOWN BELOW.
BUT, SIR, I... I SAID GET BELOW!
YOU GOTTA LISTEN TO ME. IF ANYTHING
HAPPENS TO MY WIFE... YOU'RE INSUBORDINATE!
GET BACK TO YOUR QUARTERS, OR
I'LL HAVE YOU PLACED UNDER ARREST!
WHAT KIND OF A MAN ARE
YOU? ARREST THIS MAN!
YOU LOUSY GOLD BRAID!
MASTER AT ARMS, CONTROL
ROOM, ON THE DOUBLE!
- EVANS, YOU'RE UNDER ARREST.
- [Beeping]
MINES DEAD AHEAD! IT'S
A DERELICT MINEFIELD.
ALL STOP!
EMERGENCY! RIG FOR CRASH!
TAKE HER BACK
DEAD SLOW. AYE, SIR.
MR. BISHOP, TAKE
HER BACK DEAD SLOW.
BISHOP, REPORT!
THIS IS O'BRIEN, SIR.
BISHOP'S BEEN HURT.
ALL RIGHT, O'BRIEN.
BACK DEAD SLOW.
[O'Brien] AYE, AYE, SIR.
LEE, GET UP THERE AND SEE WHAT'S
GOING ON IN THE CONTROL ROOM. AYE, SIR.
[Men Chattering]
THIS MAN IS BADLY HURT.
WHAT'S GOING ON HERE? EVANS
HIT LT. BISHOP. HE'S UNDER ARREST.
- HOW IS HE, DOC?
- COULD BE A SKULL FRACTURE.
COME ON. LET'S GET HIM DOWN TO
SICK BAY. ALL RIGHT, MEN. PICK HIM UP.
GET HIS ARMS. WATCH HIM, BOYS.
EASY, BOYS. KEEP THE HEAD UP.
GET HIM OUT OF HERE.
CAPTAIN, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND.
MR. BISHOP'S... I WANNA TALK TO
YOU WHEN WE GET THROUGH THIS.
UNLESS WE'RE PRETTY LUCKY IN THE NEXT
FEW MINUTES, WE'RE NOT GONNA HAVE A CHANCE.
NOW WATCH THAT
SCREEN. AYE, AYE, SIR.
DEPTH? [Man] 450 FEET, SIR.
ALL STOP! ALL STOP!
[Crane On Speaker] ALL STOP.
[Man] VOYAGE TO THE
BOTTOM OF THE SEA.
STARRING RICHARD BASEHART,
DAVID HEDISON.
VOYAGE TO THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA.
LEE, THE CABLE'S FOULED IN
OUR SEARCHLIGHT HOUSING.
ANY CHANCE OF PULLING FREE?
NONE. IT'S BADLY FOULED.
WE'LL HAVE TO CUT IT.
WE'RE TOO DEEP TO SEND OUT
A DIVER. WE'LL USE THE MINI-SUB.
HARKER, GET THE MINI-SUB READY.
YES, SIR.
WHAT'S ALL THIS ABOUT
BISHOP? WHERE IS HE?
HE'S IN SICK BAY. EVANS HIT HIM
IN A FIGHT. HE'S UNDER ARREST.
WHO WAS ON SONAR? BLAKE.
BLAKE, WHAT THE DEVIL
HAPPENED TO YOUR INSTRUMENTS?
NOTHING, SIR. SONAR'S WORKING.
I MADE A MISTAKE. A MISTAKE?
YES, SIR. I GOT UP
TO STOP A FIGHT.
I WAS AWAY FROM THE SCREEN
FOR MAYBE A COUPLE MINUTES.
THAT'S DERELICTION
OF DUTY. YOUR ENTIRE
ATTENTION SHOULD BE
CONCENTRATED ON THAT SCREEN.
YES, SIR. [Man On Speaker]
MINI-SUB READY TO LAUNCH, SIR.
LAUNCH MINI-SUB.
LET'S SEE THIS
FROM THE NOSE, LEE.
SOUND GENERAL QUARTERS!
SECURE ALL WATERTIGHT HATCHES!
[All Shouting] GET
OUT OF THE WAY!
HEY, HEY, HEY! HEY! SOMEBODY
LET ME OUT OF HERE, WILL YA!
HEY! WE'RE GOIN' DOWN IN HERE!
HEY!
HEY! HEY!
HEY! HEY!
HEY! COME ON! HEY!
HEY! HEY!
HEY, CLOSE OFF THE
HATCH! [Shouting, Indistinct]
WE GOTTA CLOSE OFF THE HATCH!
GET THIS MAN.
ALL RIGHT. [Muttering]
- ANYONE ELSE DOWN THERE?
- O'MARA, SIR. SOMEBODY HELP HIM.
PAT! PAT!
PAT!
I COULDN'T HOLD HIM, SIR. I JUST COULDN'T
HOLD HIM. HE'S STILL ALIVE DOWN THERE.
- DOG THE HATCH.
- HE'S STILL DOWN THERE, SIR.
DOG THE HATCH. THAT'S AN ORDER.
ANY CASUALTIES IN HERE? [Coughs]
ALL RIGHT, YOU TWO. GET
THESE MEN DOWN TO SICK BAY.
HOLD IT, DOC. PUT HIM ON
THE DECK UNTIL WE'RE DOWN.
- WE MAY HIT
WITH QUITE A JOLT.
- RIGHT. EVERYBODY OFF HIS FEET.
BRACE YOURSELF, EVERYBODY.
WE'RE GONNA HIT BOTTOM.
ALL RIGHT, DOC. YOU CAN
OPEN UP YOUR SICK BAY.
THAT IS, IF WE STILL HAVE ONE.
I'LL CHECK.
[Coughing]
HARKER, GO AFT AND SEE IF THERE'S ANY
WAY TO REACH THE AUXILIARY BALLAST TANKS.
I LEFT HIM THERE. I JUST COULDN'T
HOLD HIM. I HAD TO LEAVE HIM.
I LEFT HIM. I COULDN'T...
I COULDN'T HOLD HIM.
I TRIED TO HOLD HIM. I COULDN'T.
PUT THIS MAN UP HERE.
HOW IS IT, PATTERSON? THE TRANSMITTER
ISN'T WORKING, BUT THE INTERCOM'S OKAY.
CREW'S QUARTERS, THIS IS NELSON.
REPORT YOUR CONDITION.
CREW'S QUARTERS, KOWALSKI
SPEAKING. EVERYTHING TIGHT AND DRY, SIR.
CARRY ON, KOWALSKI.
SICK BAY, NELSON. YOUR REPORT?
SICK BAY, REPORT YOUR CONDITION!
DR. BAINES. TIGHT AND
DRY, ON EMERGENCY LIGHTS.
TWO CASUALTIES, CRITICAL. OVER.
THE WHOLE ENGINE
ROOM IS FLOODED, SIR.
I TRIED TO GET IN THROUGH THE
OTHER PASSAGE, BUT IT'S FLOODED.
THERE'S NOBODY
DOWN THERE. NOBODY.
ENGINE ROOM, NELSON. REPORT.
ENGINE ROOM, THIS IS NELSON.
REPORT YOUR CONDITION!
THEY'RE ALL DEAD.
THEY'RE ALL JUST... THEY'RE DEAD.
JUST FLOATING OUT THERE, DEAD.
EVEN MY BUDDY PAT O'MARA'S
DEAD. [Crane] EASY, HARKER.
I LOCKED THE HATCH
AGAINST HIM. I DID IT!
- THAT'S ENOUGH, HARKER!
- YES, SIR.
LIST ALL SURVIVING PERSONNEL.
ISSUE ESCAPE GEAR TO EACH MAN.
YES, SIR.
LEE, YOU BETTER SEND
UP THE MARKER BUOY.
AYE, SIR.
O'BRIEN, RELEASE
EMERGENCY MARKER BUOY.
AYE, AYE, SIR.
PASS THOSE DOWN THERE, WILL YOU?
OH, KOWALSKI, HERE'S
AN ESCAPE LUNG FOR YOU.
WHY? IT'S NO GOOD
DOWN THIS DEEP.
ADMIRAL'S ORDERS.
TAKE IT ANYWAY, HUH?
YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE
THIS WITHOUT LOUSING IT UP?
LISTEN, HARKER...
EASY, BLAKE! EASY!
GET OFF THE KID'S BACK, HARKER.
I'D LIKE TO KNOW WHAT YOU MEANT BY
THAT CRACK. YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN BY IT.
COME ON! COME ON, BOTH OF
YOU! KNOCK IT OFF! [Muttering]
[Gasps]
[Footsteps]
[Coughs]
I WONDER IF THE AIR PURIFIER
QUIT ALONG WITH THE LIGHTS.
FIND OUT.
[Coughing]
GIVE IT TO US STRAIGHT, SIR.
CAN WE GET OUT?
WE'VE GOT ONE CHANCE.
IT'S A PRETTY GOOD ONE.
OUR POSITION IS KNOWN. WE'RE
NOT FAR OUT OF NEW LONDON.
WHEN THE RADIO QUIT, THE COAST GUARD
MUST HAVE STARTED A SEARCH FOR US.
THEY CAN'T FAIL TO
SEE OUR MARKER BUOY.
SUPPOSE THE COAST
GUARD DON'T FIND US?
SUPPOSE YOU'RE CROSSING
A STREET IN LOS ANGELES
ABOUT A MONTH FROM
NOW AND A CAR HITS YOU.
YES OR NO?
IT'S BADLY DAMAGED.
BEYOND REPAIR.
MEN, WE'RE GONNA BE SHORT OF
AIR FOR AWHILE, BUT NOT FOR LONG.
MR. MORTON AND CHIEF
JONES ARE IN NEW LONDON,
WHERE OUR DIVING BELL
HAS JUST BEEN OVERHAULED.
AS SOON AS THEY GET WORD, THEY
CAN REACH US WITH PLENTY OF AIR...
IN A MATTER OF HOURS.
YOU'LL HAVE ALL THE AIR YOU NEED
AS SOON AS THE DIVING BELL GETS HERE.
SO JUST SIT TIGHT,
AND WE'LL ALL MAKE IT.
HOW LONG CAN WE
HOLD OUT WITHOUT AIR?
WELL, THERE'S RESIDUAL AIR IN
ALL UNFLOODED COMPARTMENTS,
AND ADD TO THAT THE OXYGEN
WE CAN BLEED OFF AT INTERVALS.
MY GUESS IS THAT WE CAN HOLD
OUT FOR ABOUT, UH... ABOUT 10 HOURS.
[Vehicle Approaching]
THEY FOUND 'EM 12 MILES
OUT. SHAKE IT UP, CURLEY.
BUT WE CAN'T FIND THE SHORT IN
THE GUIDANCE CONTROL SYSTEM.
HOW LONG WILL IT TAKE?
AT LEAST TWO DAYS.
[Man] EASY, EASY.
OKAY, LOWER. EASY.
EASY.
ALL RIGHT. GET THAT PLATE OFF.
[Ringing]
- SEAVIEW.
- ADMIRAL, ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?
AM I GLAD TO HEAR YOUR VOICE.
NOW, LISTEN CAREFULLY, CHIP.
JUST REACHING US THROUGH
THE MINES WILL BE TOUGH ENOUGH.
THEN YOU'LL HAVE TO
COUPLE THE BELL TO OUR HULL.
IT CAN'T BE DONE IF OUR ANGLE
OF LIST IS MORE THAN 30 DEGREES.
SIR, THEY'RE STILL WORKING
ON THE BELL IN NEW LONDON.
H-HOW MUCH LONGER?
CURLEY'S STAYING CLOSE TO IT.
IF THEY DON'T FIND THAT
SHORT BY THE TIME I GET BACK,
WE'LL BRING THE BELL OUT HERE AND
ATTEMPT A RESCUE BY CONTROLLED DESCENT.
ALL RIGHT, CHIP.
WE'LL SWEAT IT OUT.
THIS IS GONNA TAKE
LONGER THAN WE THOUGHT.
BUT IF WE CONSERVE EVERY BIT OF
AIR IN THE BOAT, WE'LL BE ALL RIGHT.
[Baines On Speaker]
ADMIRAL, THIS IS SICK BAY.
GO AHEAD, DOC. CAN
YOU COME BACK HERE, SIR?
RIGHT AWAY.
CONSERVE AIR. STOP BREATHING.
WHAT'S WRONG?
HE'S ALL RIGHT. A FRACTURED LEG.
I GAVE HIM A SEDATIVE.
BUT BISHOP OVER HERE...
HE'S IN CRITICAL
CONDITION. [Moaning]
CONCUSSION, POSSIBLE
SKULL FRACTURE.
OH, CRAZY KID.
ADMIRAL... ADMIRAL, SIR,
I'M THE EXEC...
I HAD TO TELL HIM, SIR.
EASY, BISHOP. TAKE IT EASY.
IF WE HOPE TO SAVE BISHOP, WE'RE GOING
TO HAVE TO GIVE HIM OUR BOTTLED OXYGEN.
OXYGEN? WE CUT EVERYBODY'S
TIME A LITTLE OF A FRACTION.
IF THERE'S ONLY A FRACTION BETWEEN
LIVING AND DYING, THEN IT'S NOT A LITTLE.
IT'S EVERYTHING. HE WON'T LAST
ANOTHER TWO HOURS WITHOUT OXYGEN.
YOU WANT ME TO RISK THE LIVES OF EVERY
MAN IN THIS SHIP IN ORDER TO SAVE HIS?
EITHER WE GIVE BISHOP ALL THE
OXYGEN HE NEEDS, OR WE LET HIM DIE.
THAT'S UP TO YOU.
I CAN'T MAKE THAT DECISION.
YOU CAN GIVE BISHOP HIS OWN SHARE OF
THE OXYGEN, AND YOU CAN GIVE HIM MINE,
BUT THE REST BELONGS TO THE MEN.
I'LL TAKE A VOTE,
STARTING WITH YOU, DOC.
YES, OF COURSE.
[Sighs] COME ON, BLAKE.
SNAP OUT OF IT. BLAKE!
IT'S MY FAULT ALL
THOSE GUYS ARE DEAD.
COME ON. IT ISN'T YOUR
FAULT. YEAH, IT IS. I DID IT.
THAT'S JUST THE WAY I SEE IT.
YOU STAY OUT OF THIS, HARKER.
WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU, EVANS?
YOU TRYING TO DEFEND HIM
BECAUSE HE TRIED TO DEFEND YOU?
MAYBE I AM. KNOCK
IT OFF, YOU GUYS.
I SAW THE WHOLE THING. IF YOU
ASK ME, IT WAS BISHOP'S FAULT.
YEAH, IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR A GOAT,
PICK THAT DUTY-STRUCK GOLD BRAID.
LEAVE BLAKE ALONE, OR
I'LL BUST YA. YOU'LL WHAT?
YOU HEARD ME. I'LL BUST
YA! OH, SIT DOWN, JUNIOR.
ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT. ALL RIGHT.
EVANS, HARKER, THAT'S ENOUGH.
SAVE IT TILL WE GET OUT OF HERE.
SIT DOWN.
I CAME HERE TO PUT A
PROPOSITION TO YOU.
WE HAVE A LIMITED SUPPLY
OF RESERVE OXYGEN.
IT MAY MEAN THE DIFFERENCE
BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH.
IN A SENSE, EACH MAN
OWNS A SHARE OF IT.
FIRST, LET ME SAY THAT
LT. BISHOP IS IN BAD SHAPE.
WITHOUT OXYGEN...
EXTRA OXYGEN... HE'LL DIE.
DR. BAINES WANTED ME TO AUTHORIZE
ITS USE, BUT I WANT YOU MEN TO DECIDE.
I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE THINKING.
IF IT HADN'T BEEN FOR BISHOP,
MAYBE WE WOULDN'T BE IN THIS FIX.
THAT'S THE WAY IT
IS IN MY BOOK, SIR.
BLAKE?
I DON'T KNOW WHAT GOOD
IT'LL DO HIM. HE CAN HAVE MINE.
MINE TOO, I GUESS.
YEAH.
I GUESS I'M KIND OF A
SELFISH GUY, ADMIRAL.
THE WAY I FEEL ABOUT IT, IF WE EVER GET
LUCKY ENOUGH TO GET OUT OF THIS THING,
I'D LIKE TO LOOK
BISHOP IN THE FACE.
AND IF WE DON'T GET OUT OF IT, IT
WOULDN'T MAKE MUCH DIFFERENCE, WOULD IT?
SO, UH, YOU CAN HAVE MINE.
[Sighs] I GUESS I'LL
CHANGE MY VOTE TOO, SIR.
WE MIGHT AS WELL
MAKE IT UNANIMOUS.
ALL RIGHT, MEN. THANKS.
O'BRIEN? YES, SIR.
COLLINS?
DOC, WE'VE JUST TAKEN THE VOTE
OF THE MEN. BISHOP GETS HIS OXYGEN.
CURLEY? YES, SIR.
ANY LUCK? NO, SIR.
WE'VE GOT TO GET THIS BELL TO
THEM. THEY'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME.
- CAN'T WE TAKE IT
THE WAY IT IS?
- NO, THEY'RE IN A MINEFIELD.
TRYING TO GET THROUGH WITHOUT A
GUIDANCE SYSTEM WOULD BE SUICIDE.
KEEP PUSHING THE MEN.
THIS IS THE ONLY BELL ON THIS
COAST THAT CAN GO THAT DEEP.
[Klaxon Blares] [On Speaker] MISSILE
STORAGE ROOM. PATTERSON SPEAKING.
FIRE IN THE AUXILIARY
WIRING SYSTEM.
HARKER, GIVE ME A
HAND! GIVE HIM A HAND.
MISSILE ROOM, STAND
FAST. HELP ON THE WAY.
THE FIRE'S BROKEN OUT BACK HERE!
QUICK, GET SOME OVER HERE.
[Coughing]
THE FIRE'S DEEP IN THE WIRING SYSTEM,
SIR. HAVEN'T EVEN TOUCHED IT YET.
WE'VE GOT TO STOP IT. RIP OUT
ALL THE WIRING IF YOU HAVE TO.
THE LONGER IT BURNS, THE MORE
OXYGEN IT CONSUMES. AYE, AYE, SIR.
STICK WITH THE FIRE DETAIL.
I'LL CHECK THE CORRIDOR AFT.
IF IT BREAKS THROUGH THERE,
WE'RE FINISHED. YES, SIR.
[Crackling]
[Coughing]
MR. O'BRIEN, GET
THE RELIEF MEN AFT.
AYE, AYE, SIR.
NOW HEAR THIS. RELIEF FIRE
DETAIL, LAY AFT, ON THE DOUBLE.
[Gasping]
O'BRIEN. HELP!
RESERVE OXYGEN!
COME ON, COME
ON. COME ON. [Groans]
MAKE ROOM HERE. GIVE
ME SOME ROOM! COME ON!
HOW MUCH? JUST ENOUGH
TO BRING HIM AROUND.
[Coughing, Gagging] OKAY.
HE ALL RIGHT? ALL RIGHT.
I-I'LL BE ALL RIGHT,
SIR. I'LL BE ALL RIGHT.
NOW, WAIT A MINUTE. SAVE
YOUR BREATH. SAVE YOUR BREATH.
[Panting] SIT STILL.
OKAY, OKAY.
KOWALSKI, SPREAD THE REST
OF THAT OXYGEN IN THE ROOM.
THE AIR IS FOUL. AYE, SIR.
THE WHOLE CONTAINER.
BLAKE, I WANT YOU
TO GET A CYLINDER.
PUT IT IN EVERY UNFLOODED
COMPARTMENT ON THE SHIP.
COME ON.
YOU ALL RIGHT?
YES, SIR. I THINK I AM.
I THINK YOU'RE OKAY.
[Whispering] EVANS?
EVANS.
EVANS! WHAT?
YOU WANNA GET OUT OF HERE?
WANNA SEE THAT WIFE OF YOURS AGAIN?
WE CAN GET OUT... WITH THESE.
COLLINS, YOU'RE
CRAZY. WE'RE TOO DEEP.
HOW DO YOU KNOW?
ANYBODY EVER
TRIED AT THIS DEPTH?
- I JUST GO BY WHAT THEY SAY.
- YEAH, BUT IF THEY'RE WRONG,
WE'RE GONNA DIE IN HERE.
WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO
SEE HER AGAIN, EVANS?
MAYBE SEE THAT KID OF
YOURS WHEN IT'S BORN?
WHAT DO YOU SAY?
GOT YOUR OWN SUPPLY
OF OXYGEN, HUH, BLAKE?
THAT'S WHAT I CALL INSURANCE.
LISTEN, HARKER. JUST LET ME ALONE.
[Chuckles] OH, BOY. NO
MATTER WHAT HAPPENS,
YOU LOOK OUT FOR NUMBER
ONE FIRST, DON'T YA, HUH?
HEY!
[Rumbling, Crashing]
[Rumbling, Crashing Stops]
LOOKS LIKE WE
SETTLED IN THE MUD.
SHE'S BREAKIN' UP.
THERE'S NOBODY GONNA
GET OUT OF HERE NOW.
NOBODY.
ALL RIGHT, CURLEY. LET'S GO.
DID YOU FIND IT? NO. GET
THAT LIFT CRANE OVER HERE.
WE'RE SHOVING OFF
ANYWAY. BUT THE MINEFIELDS!
WE'LL GET THROUGH IT SOMEHOW. COME ON!
GET THAT LIFT CRANE! WE'RE WASTING TIME!
YES, SIR! PUT THAT
EQUIPMENT BACK IN. LET'S GO.
[Exhales Loudly]
OUR ANGLE'S UP TO 23 DEGREES.
ANOTHER WALLOP LIKE THAT,
AND THE BELL WON'T DO US
ANY GOOD, EVEN IF IT GETS HERE.
I'M GOING BACK AND
TELL THE ADMIRAL.
DO YOU FEEL WELL
ENOUGH TO TAKE OVER HERE?
YES, SIR. I'LL BE OKAY.
IS THE ADMIRAL BACK
THERE WITH THE FIRE?
NO, SIR. I THOUGHT HE'D BE IN
THE CONTROL ROOM BY NOW.
HE NEVER CAME FORWARD.
WHERE DID YOU SEE HIM LAST?
HE WENT TO CHECK THE
AFT CORRIDOR FOR FIRE, SIR.
WHEN THE FIRE'S OUT, SEAL OFF
THE ROOM AND COME FORWARD!
ADMIRAL!
[Shouts]
COLLINS, I CAN'T DO IT.
YOU WANT TO STAY
DOWN HERE AND DIE?
WE'VE STILL GOT A CHANCE.
HOW DO YOUR LUNGS FEEL?
WE'RE ALMOST OUT OF AIR.
IF THEY DO GET TO US, THEY'LL
FIND A SHIP FULL OF DEAD MEN.
I'LL GO FIRST. NO!
COLLINS, WAIT! YOU CAN'T DO IT...
I'LL TALK TO YOU THROUGH THE MIKE.
WHEN YOU HEAR I'M
OKAY, YOU FOLLOW.
NO, COLLINS, YOU CAN'T DO IT.
I'M NOT GONNA LET YOU, COLLINS!
LET GO!
HEY! NO, COL...
COME ON.
OKAY, PUT HIM
DOWN HERE. THAT'S IT.
OKAY. ALL RIGHT.
GET SOME TOWELS,
ANYTHING. YES, SIR.
[Coughs] YOU ALL RIGHT?
[Coughing]
LEE... THE FIRE'S OUT.
[Exhales Loudly]
I'LL BE ALL RIGHT IN A MINUTE.
HERE. A BLANKET, SIR.
[Coughing]
[Collins On Speaker] EVANS,
I'M OUT NOW. IT'S REAL SAFE.
EVANS.
COME ON, EVANS. FOLLOW ME UP.
IT'S A BREEZE. WHOSE
VOICE WAS THAT?
COLLINS, USING THE STEINKE HOOD.
HE DOESN'T HAVE A CHANCE!
I TRIED TO TELL HIM, SIR.
COME ON, EVANS. FOLLOW ME UP.
YOU CAN... YOU CAN...
[Strained] EVANS, HELP ME.
HELP ME!
HELP ME.
[Gasping] HELP ME!
YOU CAN CHALK UP
ANOTHER ONE FOR BLAKE.
THAT'S ENOUGH, HARKER.
FIRST O'MARA, THE REST
OF 'EM, AND NOW COLLINS.
THEY'D ALL BE ALIVE
IF IT WASN'T FOR BLAKE.
YOU'D BETTER GET SQUARED AWAY.
THAT MAN DIDN'T
PLANT THE MINEFIELD.
- HE MADE A MISTAKE OF JUDGMENT.
- A MISTAKE?
THAT COST US A
LOT, THAT MISTAKE!
IT COST HIM TOO. HE
HAS TO LIVE WITH IT.
I BELIEVE WE OUGHT
TO GIVE HIM A BREAK.
THINK ABOUT IT.
ALL SECURE, CAPTAIN.
THEN LET'S GO! YES, SIR!
GOOD LUCK, COMMANDER. THANKS.
READY ON THE WINCH.
LOWER AWAY ON SIGNAL.
ALL RIGHT. TAKE IT UP.
[Nelson On Speaker]
MEN, HEAR THIS.
WE'VE JUST RECEIVED
WORD FROM TOPSIDE.
MR. MORTON HAS
STARTED HIS DESCENT.
OUR SURVIVAL STILL DEPENDS
ON OUR BEING AS QUIET AS WE CAN.
FROM NOW ON, ONLY
ESSENTIAL ACTIVITY.
DON'T MOVE AROUND THE
SHIP. CONSERVE YOUR AIR.
STAY CALM. IT'LL STILL
BE A COUPLE OF HOURS.
WE'RE ON THE DESCENT, ADMIRAL.
HOW LONG CAN YOU HOLD OUT?
NOT MUCH LONGER. YOU
HAVE AIR? PLENTY OF IT.
WHAT'S THE PRESENT
ANGLE ON THE ESCAPE HATCH?
IT'S 23 DEGREES. IT'S
DIFFICULT, BUT NOT IMPOSSIBLE.
IF WE DON'T SETTLE AGAIN,
WE CAN MAKE THE CONNECTION.
BUT YOU'LL HAVE TO
NEGOTIATE THE MINEFIELDS, CHIP.
IT'S GONNA BE TRICKY.
YES, SIR. WE KNOW.
BLAKE,
THE BELL'S ON ITS WAY DOWN.
COME ON.
HAVE A CUP OF COFFEE, HUH?
I'LL GET IT.
[Sighs]
SKIPPER, THE MINES!
THEY'RE SHIFTING
WITH THE CURRENT.
SLOW THE DESCENT. AYE,
AYE, SIR. SLOW THE DESCENT.
WE'LL HAVE TO INCH OUR WAY THROUGH
AND PRAY WE DON'T TOUCH ONE OF THEM.
HARD LEFT. HARD LEFT. HARD LEFT!
SHE'S NOT RESPONDING.
FOUL CABLE!
[Clamoring]
IS EVERYONE ALL RIGHT?
THAT WAS THE
BELL. IT HIT A MINE.
HELLO, CHIP?
DIVING BELL, COME IN.
SALVAGE BARGE, CAN...
CAN YOU HEAR ME?
THE PHONE'S DEAD. I
JUST CHECKED THE ANGLE.
THIRTY-ONE DEGREES. THAT MEANS
THE BELL CAN'T COUPLE WITH US.
HELLO, SEAVIEW. HELLO, SEAVIEW.
ADMIRAL! ADMIRAL!
THE LINE'S DEAD.
THE MINE DID IT. BUT
WE'RE OVER THE SUB NOW.
I DON'T LIKE THE LOOKS OF
THAT. THE ANGLE'S TOO STEEP.
- CAN WE MAKE A CONNECTION?
- I DON'T KNOW, CURLEY. I DON'T KNOW.
SO IT'S AS SIMPLE AS THAT.
WE NEED TO RIGHT OURSELVES
AT LEAST FIVE DEGREES.
BUT HOW? THE WHOLE
HYDRAULIC SYSTEM'S BUSTED.
WITHOUT BALLAST TANKS OR POWER,
THERE'S NO WAY TO TURN THE SHIP.
THERE'S ONE WAY...
FLOOD A COMPARTMENT.
YEAH. YEAH, THAT, UH... THAT
WOULD BE THE COMPARTMENT.
IF WE FLOOD 47,
IT SHOULD BRING US ABOUT
JUST TO THE RIGHT LIST.
WHAT FOR? THE BELL'S GONE.
THERE'S NOBODY OUT THERE...
NOBODY ALIVE.
KOWALSKI, WE HAVE TO COUNT
ON THAT BELL BEING THERE.
I SAY FLOOD 47 NOW.
IF WE OPEN A SEA
COCK AT THIS DEPTH,
THE WATER WILL COME
IN LIKE A BATTERING RAM.
BUT THE WATERTIGHT DOOR WOULD BE SHUT, SIR.
THE WATER WOULD STAY IN THE COMPARTMENT.
YEAH, SO WOULD THE MAN
WHO OPENED THE VALVE.
I CAN'T ASK ANY MAN TO DO THAT.
HEY, BLAKE, I WANNA TALK
TO YOU FOR A MINUTE. BLAKE!
- WHAT WAS BLAKE DOING UP HERE?
- HE WASN'T HERE.
I JUST SAW HIM IN THE
CORRIDOR. I SPOKE TO
HIM, LIKE YOU SAID, BUT
IT DIDN'T DO ANY GOOD.
HE'S IN BAD SHAPE. WHERE WAS
HE GOING WHEN YOU PASSED HIM?
I DON'T KNOW. HE WAS HEADING
TOWARD ONE OF THE COMPARTMENTS... 47.
BLAKE! BLAKE, ARE YOU IN THERE?
BLAKE! [Knocking Continues]
BLAKE, OPEN UP!
BLAKE!
BLAKE, WE'LL FIND SOME
OTHER WAY TO RIGHT THE SHIP.
BLAKE! [Knocking Continues]
BLAKE, OPEN UP!
[Crane] BLAKE!
COME ON! BLAKE!
BLAKE!
A LITTLE LEFT. YES, SIR.
HOLD IT! RIGHT, RIGHT. YES, SIR.
HOLD IT THERE.
STEADY. STEADY.
WE MADE IT!
[Door Opens]
[Chattering, Laughing]
PERMISSION TO COME ABOARD, SIR?
HEY-HEY! HEY-HEY!
I JUST CHECKED THE
WHOLE LIST, ADMIRAL.
WE SEEM TO HAVE MORE PEOPLE IN THE
HOSPITAL THAN WE HAVE ON SHORE LEAVE.
EVERYONE ALL RIGHT,
LEE? EVERYONE'S FINE.
EVEN BISHOP'S OFF
THE CRITICAL LIST.
IN VIEW OF EVERYTHING, HE DOESN'T WANT
TO PRESS ANY CHARGES AGAINST EVANS.
GOOD. NEITHER DO I. BUT I
HAVE SOME NEWS OF MY OWN.
I JUST TALKED WITH CARVER
AT THE BUREAU OF SHIPS.
THE SEAVIEW? IS
GOING TO BE RAISED.
SHE'LL BE BACK IN
COMMISSION IN SHORT ORDER.
THAT'S A RELIEF. I'LL HAVE TO PASS THE
WORD UP TO YOUNG HARRIMAN EVANS.
- YOUNG WHO?
- OH, DIDN'T I TELL YOU?
MRS. EVANS HAD
HER BABY... A BOY.
SHE NAMED HIM AFTER YOU.