Last Breath (2025) Movie Script
1
(waves crashing)
(panting)
(air hissing)
(water burbling)
REPORTER: Storm Yulee continues
its way across the UK,
prompting a rare
red weather warning
from the Met Office
for the strength of winds
battering the coast
of eastern Scotland.
(birds screeching)
CHRIS:
Hiya.
MORAG:
Hi.
They want me.
Tomorrow at Clipper Quay.
That's great.
Gives you a month without me
getting in the way
-of all this stuff.
-Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Yeah.
I'll probably have
the whole place framed up
by the time you're back.
Good. I want video updates.
I want reports.
I want to hear all about it.
Yeah. You'll get them.
-Daily.
-(chuckles)
Don't worry. I'll be fine.
I know.
Just remember, it's, uh...
it's like going into space
but it's underwater.
What's hilarious is you think
I find that comforting.
(laughs)
Humans shouldn't be
at the bottom of the North Sea.
I know. I know.
But it is pretty cool.
It's a good thing you're cute.
-(chuckles) Yeah?
-Mm-hmm.
-Cute?
-Mm-hmm.
Your cute, cool diver boyfriend?
Husband? Fianc?
(both laugh)
(engine rumbling)
(indistinct chatter)
Uh, Chris Lemons,
one of the divers.
-Chris Lemons?
-Yeah.
-Hey.
-Hey.
-You all right, guys?
-You all right, mate?
How's it going?
(busy chatter)
-Oh, morning, Craig.
-Chris.
I'm just gonna find out
about the job.
-I'll tell you later.
-All right.
Duncan.
DUNCAN:
Hello, handsome.
What you got for me?
Well, I hear we got
a new captain.
Oh, yeah? Let's hope this one
doesn't cancel Christmas, eh?
(laughing):
Yeah, right?
-Nice to see you.
-How's the house coming?
-You finish my room?
-Yeah, it's going good.
I think we're gonna
paint it pink.
Is that okay?
Or green or purple or...
Pink is actually...
that's a beautiful color.
You know, a lot of people
think it's feminine.
Where you going?
(chuckling)
Just taking two bottles
of hot sauce.
CREWMAN:
Okay.
(warning alarm beeping)
Hey, Stu.
Seen how much helium
they're loading on board?
-Hmm. It's gonna be a deep one.
-(chuckles)
Deeper the better, I suppose.
CREWMAN:
That's 200 feet.
(whirring)
-(busy chatter)
-(steam hissing)
-Hey.
-Huh?
-Morning, Chris.
-Made the cut.
CREWMAN:
Yep! Easy there.
(machinery whirring)
(indistinct announcement
over speaker)
(indistinct chatter)
You all right, lads?
-How's it going?
-Hi, Chris. Good to see you.
(Chris grunts)
So you heard who's on board?
Who's that?
The Vulcan, diver one himself.
Oh, yeah?
I was starting to think
he was just a myth.
Well, should be a fun sat
if you're on his team.
Excited to get in there.
Yeah, I bet.
(chuckles softly)
(indistinct chatter)
Okay.
(chatter quiets)
You lot are gonna be living
in our glamorous tin cans
for the next 28 days,
where you'll be pressurized
down to 300 feet.
You're gonna be my hands
on the seabed
replacing a section of pipeline.
Can't have the gas flow
interrupted,
or people's homes will go cold
this winter.
Once the job's done, you'll
have four days decompression
when your hands can do
whatever they want.
(light laughter)
Okay.
Team C: Nick, Alex and Paul.
Team B is Stu, Kirk and Brad.
Team A is Duncan, with Chris
and that bundle of joy there.
Right, I'm starting blowdown
before departure.
Doors close in ten minutes,
so get cracking.
(quiet chatter)
David, it's Chris.
Nice to meet you.
Just Dave.
Dave. Sorry.
Uh, looking forward
to doing sat with you.
Yep. See you in there.
Yeah, see you in there.
-See you in there, Duncs.
-Yeah.
(Duncan laughing)
Yeah. I see you made Chris
feel nice and welcome.
How is the kid, anyway?
Solid.
He, uh, worked as a deckhand
for three years
before he got the nod,
but then he did
his first five dives with me,
and as we both know, I am
the finest sat daddy around.
(jacket zipping)
Good.
"Sat daddy"? Really?
That sounds strange
coming out of your mouth.
(grunting)
(indistinct chatter)
(indistinct chatter continues
over speaker)
As an old man,
I find I'm a bottom-bunk guy,
you know, just in case
Mother Nature calls.
(Chris chuckling)
Your, uh... your wife?
Uh, no. Fiance.
Word of advice:
Once that door closes,
everything outside
is just a distraction.
Keep your focus
where it needs to be, yeah?
Hey. Don't worry about him.
He's a grizzly when he's here,
but, you know,
once he gets home,
he's a real softie.
He's just daddy
to his two little girls.
Christ, you got
enough chocolate there?
-Just enough for one a day.
-(both laugh)
Divers, are we good
to lock the doors?
(indistinct chatter continues
over speaker)
Team A standing by.
Team B standing by.
Team C standing by.
CRAIG (over speaker):
Doors closing now.
(door clunks shut)
CREWMAN:
Doors closed. Stairs away.
AUTOMATED VOICE:
96.4% helium. 3.6% oxygen.
Gas ratios confirmed.
I'm turning on the taps, boys.
Let's go for a ride.
(gas hissing)
(soft metallic rattling)
(gas hissing)
(hissing continues loudly)
I'll never get used to this.
What?
(indistinct chatter)
(machinery whirring)
(indistinct chatter)
(indistinct chatter continues)
(beeps)
(gas hissing)
(hissing fades)
(mimicking David Attenborough):
Here we find ourselves
at the bottom of the world.
(laughter)
(over speaker):
You are now able to operate
at 300 feet below sea level,
where it will be pitch black
and bloody cold.
And remember, should you step
outside the chamber
prior to decompression,
the gas now saturating
every cell in your body
will expand so rapidly
your vital organs
will quite literally explode.
He says that every time.
(normal voice):
How you feeling, Duncan?
Aces, amigo.
Aces.
Chris, Dave, you okay?
All right,
I'm gonna get some rest.
I'll see you
when we come on station.
(soft rumbling)
(heavy metal music
playing over headphones)
(grunts)
(Dave grunts)
Grub's up.
For God's sake,
show some modesty.
Cover yourself.
(sets kettlebell on floor)
(music stops)
Back in the day, though,
you know,
when I was starting out,
you only needed two things:
little common sense
and a good bottle of Scotch.
Here we go.
DUNCAN:
It really was the Wild West.
Thank God it's not
like that anymore.
Yeah.
I guess I'm the last of my kind.
Kind of a relic.
(clears throat)
Which explains why they're
putting me out to pasture.
What are you talking about?
Well, the company,
in its infinite wisdom,
has decided 20 years
is enough for me
and, uh, you know,
this will be my last rotation.
Really? Wh-Why didn't you
say something?
Because I don't want everybody
making a fuss, you know,
before going in.
You okay?
Is everything all right?
(chuckling):
Yeah. You kidding?
(stammering): It'll be great
to have some free time.
You know, I'll take up golf.
(chuckles)
But I did think that I had
maybe ten more years left.
Or more.
DAVE:
If it's any consolation,
there's a high possibility
that all of our jobs
will have been automated
in ten years, so...
Oh, yeah, that does
console me, Dave. Thank you.
You're welcome.
Well, I tried.
All right. I'm going to bed.
-CHRIS: Night.
-DUNCAN: Nighty night.
So this is our last sat
together, then.
Yeah.
I can't believe it, either.
Why don't you pull a Craig,
get in the hot seat,
call the shots?
-(Duncan laughing)
-What?
No.
I-I am not management material.
And I don't think I could handle
watching you guys
have all the fun.
(scoffs) Yeah, fair enough.
Hey. Look.
You are a great diver.
You don't need me around
anymore.
(chuckles softly)
(soft rumbling)
(metallic rattling and creaking)
MORAG (on video): Right,
so the church holds 80 people
and the village hall
next door 150.
So, as long as we un-invite
half my cousins,
we should be fine.
(chuckles softly)
What else?
Well, I'm looking
really cute today.
Do you miss me?
Nah.
You're having more fun
helping Duncan
with his crosswords.
Bye.
(snoring)
DPO: Marine Control, this is
dive support vessel Tharos...
-Cap.
-...arriving 127 miles
east of Aberdeen
at Huntington Oil Field.
CONTROLLER (over radio):
Thank you very much, Tharos.
We're gonna be
right in the middle
of this storm system all night.
What do you think?
Well, it's borderline, Cap,
but this is the North Sea.
Dynamic positioning status?
Coming over dive site,
turning into swell.
Directional thrusters
holding our position
next to the manifold.
(motor whirring)
(beeping)
Locked on.
AUTOMATED VOICE: Dynamic
positioning system online.
DPO:
Computers have it from here.
Prepare for diving operations.
All right.
Team A up first.
Rise and shine, boys.
This is your one hour's notice.
(grunting)
-Dave?
-DAVE: Hmm?
You want to pop down here
for a five-minute cuddle?
-(Chris chuckling)
-DAVE: I'm, uh...
I'm good, Duncan. Thank you.
DUNCAN:
All right. Thanks for pondering.
(grunts) Thank you, sir.
DAVE:
You're welcome.
CRAIG: All right,
Team A entering wet pot
for final pressing in.
What about your tools?
Got your knife, compass,
-your flares?
-CHRIS: Yeah.
What about you, Dave?
Need a hand?
Didn't think so. All right.
See you guys up top.
Right. Thanks.
(grunts)
Dive Control,
first one in the bell.
You good?
-Yeah.
-Hey.
We're on the job now, okay?
Once we're down there,
it's just the two of us.
-Follow my lead.
-Mm-hmm.
DUNCAN:
Up you come, Dave.
Second man in the bell.
Dive Control,
that's three in the bell.
All right, copy that.
Positioning bell.
(beeping, whirring)
Lifting off sat chamber now.
(beeping and whirring continue)
And... bell over moon pool.
(indistinct crew chatter)
ROV.
Eyes on.
Starting descent.
CREWMAN:
Steady on two.
(whirring)
(creaking)
Bell left surface at 2117.
(burbling)
(deep metallic creaking)
(rumbling)
CRAIG:
Bell passing through 100 feet.
(rattling)
That's 200 feet.
-(water burbling)
-(metallic creaking)
(rumbling)
(creaking continues)
(rattling)
And... at depth.
300 feet.
Bell, go for your door.
Copy that, Dive Control.
(squeaking)
(creaking)
Wow. That is some swell.
That-that's got to be
20-foot seas up there.
Bell, it pains me, but that's
what I've got up here, too.
What can I say, boys?
Still got it.
Every bloody time.
DAVE:
Okay, come on. Let's go.
Turning on hot water feed.
Coming to temperature now.
It's like a bath.
You want me falling asleep
on the job?
It's two degrees
above freezing down there.
But I forgot
how you like to suffer.
Yeah, that's good.
DAVE:
Going in.
CHRIS:
The hat.
Mains gas supply on.
(gas hissing)
And connected.
(hissing stops)
Lowering hat.
CHRIS:
Hand on the hat.
DAVE:
Grip the hat lower.
DUNCAN:
Okay. It's all yours.
-CHRIS: Good?
-DAVE: Hat's on.
Comms check. Comms check.
DAVE:
Comms clear.
Bellman to Dive Control.
How's your feed?
CRAIG:
Yes, coming through.
Uh, Duncan,
this is gonna be a long shift.
I just want to confirm
your adult diaper is on.
(laughs):
That's good material.
You know, you and I
are the same age.
And by the way,
I'm a professional.
I haven't had an irregular
bowel movement since '95.
Okay. Let's do it.
Bailouts coming down.
-DAVE: All right.
-DUNCAN: Yep.
Okay.
Diver good?
Good.
(slow, deep breathing)
DUNCAN: That's diver one
in the water at 300 feet.
Bell, turn on lights
for diver one.
Working.
DUNCAN:
In you go.
Diver one dropping off bell.
DUNCAN:
Okay. Gas flow's good.
Umbilical's connected.
You're locked in.
Comms check. Comms check.
Loud and clear.
Are you good to go?
I'll see you in six hours.
Okay. Stay safe, brother.
(water burbling)
Diver two in the water
at 305 feet.
(fast, heavy breathing)
DUNCAN: Slow your breathing
down a little for me, okay?
(breathing slows)
CHRIS:
Copy.
Diver two dropping off bell.
Touchdown, diver two.
Bell, bearing to the job?
Bell, bearing to the job?
DUNCAN: Diver two
is zero nine zero degrees.
(gasps)
It's this way.
(both breathing steadily)
Cap, both divers are on-site.
Lower the power cable.
Copy that.
Approaching seabed.
Duncan, notify the divers,
would you?
DUNCAN:
Copy.
Divers, power cable
approaching seabed.
DAVE:
Copy that, bell.
I have the connector.
Moving toward manifold now.
(grunts)
(rattling)
DAVE:
Bell, manifold has power.
DUNCAN: Diver one,
prep pipes for installation.
-DAVE: Copy that.
-DUNCAN: Diver two,
head for well three
to begin equalization.
Copy that.
Entering the manifold.
CRAIG: Bell, all looking good
from up here.
(whirring, rattling)
DUNCAN:
How's it looking, diver two?
CHRIS: There's, uh,
rust on the stanchions.
There's growth everywhere.
Visibility's not great.
(grunts)
Oh, I need to cut down
on my desserts.
(whirring and rattling continue)
(beeping)
We just lost our hydroacoustics.
Are we still in position?
Troubleshooting now.
Bell, I've got a reading of, uh,
over a thousand psi
on wellhead three.
DUNCAN:
That's way too high.
CHRIS: All right.
Let me try and work my magic.
(high-pitched whirring)
(whirring lowers in pitch,
then stops)
-(rumbling)
-(rapid beeping)
AUTOMATED VOICE:
Warning. Warning.
Warning.
Cap, the thrusters
have gone offline.
-How many?
-All of them.
DPO:
I'm getting the same here, Cap.
(metallic creaking)
Chris? The ship's moving.
Get out of there now.
What? Dave, can you repeat?
The ship is moving.
Get out of the manifold
right now.
Copy that.
(grunting)
AUTOMATED VOICE:
Warning. Warning.
Dynamic positioning system...
I'm losing everything here.
-Where's our power?
-HANNA: Dead in the water.
Cap, we're drifting
out of control.
Abort. Abort.
We have a runoff.
Get the divers as much
umbilical as possible, Duncan.
DAVE: Chris, our umbilicals
are over the manifold.
We've got to use them
to climb to the top.
(grunting)
Chris,
you've got to really move.
Yeah. Yeah, I'm coming.
I'm coming.
(grunting)
(straining)
DUNCAN:
Divers, where are you?
DAVE: Diver one
on top of the manifold.
Bell, I-I don't have
eyes on you.
(grunting)
CHRIS:
Diver two also on top.
(thud)
(gasping breaths)
My umbilical's snagged.
-(rapid beeping)
-The wind's spinning us around.
DUNCAN:
Power cable's about to give!
DUNCAN: Dive Control, there's
no umbilical left in the bell.
That's everything I've got.
(creaking)
(straining)
(alarm blaring)
(wind howling)
The ship's not drifting.
(Chris grunting over speaker)
That's why.
Look, it's being pulled tight.
Chris has become our anchor.
That's never gonna hold.
It'll snap.
(straining)
DAVE: Bell, I need slack
on diver one.
DUNCAN:
There is no more slack.
DAVE:
I can't get to you.
(grunting)
(deep creaking)
(straining):
My gas supply.
I can't breathe.
(Chris gasping)
DAVE:
Chris, switch to your bailout.
Hey, Chris. On me.
Switch to your bailout.
(air rushing)
(breathing deeply)
DAVE:
Good.
Good.
Now take slow, deep breaths.
Otherwise, you'll burn
through your backup gas.
Understand?
(taking slow, deep breaths)
-(rattling)
-Dive Control?
Diver two is on bailouts.
How much gas does he have left?
Ten minutes.
What happens now?
Your umbilical, it's gonna snap.
You'll get pulled off
the structure.
Now, I will come back for you,
but you have to do
something for me, okay?
You have to get yourself back
to the top of the manifold.
I can't rescue you
if I can't find you.
Understand?
-(creaking)
-(gasping breaths)
J-Just make sure I'm...
(total silence)
(burbling)
(rattling)
(alarm blaring)
(deep creaking)
DAVE: Chris, are you there?
Do you copy?
Chris?
Chris, are you there?
Bell? Bell, do you copy?
Coming back to you now.
(grunting, panting)
(gas hissing)
(hissing stops)
No eyes or ears
on divers or bell.
Condition unknown.
(computer chimes)
ROV feed is back online.
Uh, can you get closer?
Dave has made it back
to the bell.
(grunting)
(panting)
DAVE:
Duncan, if you can hear me,
I'm back on the stage.
(grunting, panting)
(grunting)
What happened?
His umbilical snapped.
He's gone.
-(busy chatter)
-(ship creaking)
CRAIG:
There's no news on Chris.
But we're keeping the bell down
for when we get back
control of the ship.
We'll update you as and when.
CRAIG:
Cap?
Why don't we drop anchor,
stop us drifting any further?
We don't have control
of the ship.
There are acres of oil pipeline
down there.
The anchor could snag
any one of them and rupture it.
There's far more seabed
than there is pipeline.
If we don't drop it now,
there's no telling
how far we'll end up from Chris.
I can't risk
an environmental disaster.
We'll have to find another way.
(ship continues creaking)
(slow, deep breathing)
(whooshing)
Duncan!
Dave?
Duncan, I can't see you.
Duncan, I don't know where I am.
Mani... man-manifold. Manifold.
Okay.
Okay, 90 degrees.
90 degrees.
Okay. Okay.
Shit.
(quietly):
Find the manifold.
Find the manifold.
Manifold.
Manifold.
ENGINEER (over radio):
Bridge?
We've run the diagnostics.
There's no fault
with the thrusters.
HANNA:
Are you sure?
ENGINEER:
One hundred percent.
We've run them twice.
If the thrusters
are still working,
we can take
the computers offline
and control her manually.
Cap, this system is designed
to be used only in port,
never in conditions
anything like this.
I understand.
If we make a mistake,
we put the entire ship at risk.
Okay, but if we keep drifting,
there's no way of telling
how far we'll get
from diver number two.
From Chris.
And I can't do this without you.
Listen up.
Until the dynamic positioning
is back online,
the first officer
and myself will...
take control
of the ship manually
and stop us from drifting
any further.
DPO, put her in manual.
DPO:
Thrusters in manual.
Port, one four zero degrees
at 30%.
(whirring)
Stern 40.
-HANNA: Stern 40.
-ANDRE: Now.
(whirring)
Moving off drift line.
Distance to dive site
is 630 feet and increasing.
Where is it? Where is it?
Where is it?!
(breathing shakily)
-(metallic creaking)
-(sighs)
Oh, yes. Yes!
You beauty.
(sighs)
(sighs):
Okay.
Okay.
Okay. Got to climb.
I've got to climb.
(grunts softly)
(grunting softly)
(grunting softly)
(burbling)
(gasps, grunts)
(breathing heavily)
(continues breathing heavily)
MORAG:
Chris.
I've gone down
that rabbit hole again.
Got myself into a right state.
MORAG: I know you say
that you're always safe
in your tin can...
...but once you step outside...
...it's like you're stealing
every second.
And I know it's extraordinary...
...but what we have
is extraordinary, too.
(slow, weak breathing)
MORAG:
I'm sorry.
I don't know what I'm saying.
It's just, um...
Come home.
MORAG:
Please come home.
(metallic creaking)
(rattling)
It's a body recovery now.
No, it's not.
-(rattling)
-(busy chatter)
ANDRE:
Stern 40%.
(whirring)
DPO:
Distance to dive site:
570 feet.
ROV, you in range?
On the outer limit now.
They why aren't you
finding my diver?
Copy that.
Come on, come on, come on.
-Incoming swell.
-(ship creaking)
(heavy creaking)
Just keep her steady.
Where are we at
with dynamic positioning?
The only thing left
is a hard reset.
It's only ever done
when we're in for maintenance.
Every part is started up
in sequence.
It takes hours.
Well, you'd better find a
work-around, then, hadn't you?
Starboard, zero nine zero
degrees at 30%.
HANNA:
Thirty percent.
Closing.
(quiet chatter)
Can anyone see anything?
(whirring)
Where the hell is he?
What about up top?
Oh, my God.
He's still alive.
His eyes are closed.
All four limbs appear intact.
No sign of breathing.
Involuntary spasms are from...
oxygen starvation to the brain.
Come on, where is it?
(sighs) Got you.
DPO (over radio):
Bridge?
I think I've found
that work-around.
Tell me.
Every part of the
dynamic positioning
is routed through
a start-up CPU,
which is why it takes
so long to boot up,
so I'm just gonna
physically rewire it
and bypass the whole damn thing.
Are you sure you can
patch it back correctly?
You'll have to get
the sequencing exactly right.
I can do it.
DPO, go ahead. Do it.
CRAIG: Why don't you use
the ROV to pick up Chris
and fly him back to the bell?
It's rated to pick up humans.
(stammers) You can grab
the D ring on his harness
with the pincers from the ROV.
Uh, the ROVs are only ever used
for body recoveries.
Okay? The pincers
are far too dangerous
to be used on anything alive.
I can't see any other options.
Can you?
(rumbling)
Look, Chris is alive right now,
okay, and...
and I don't want
anything I do to change that.
But these lads
are my responsibility.
I'm going to take the controls.
(deep creaking, rattling)
(whirring)
(breath trembling)
(device beeping)
Shit.
Okay, okay.
Ease up on the front propellers
and let the rears do
all the work, okay?
Copy.
(beeping, whirring)
(breath trembling)
(beeping and whirring continue)
(beeping stops)
(takes deep, shaky breath)
(device beeping)
(takes deep breath)
(burbling)
Got him.
Okay, good.
Raising level now.
(whirring)
Come on.
(whirring continues)
He-he must be caught
on something.
Hey, check the bottom camera.
Why the hell is that carabiner
clipped on?
So he won't get washed away
by the tide
when he's unconscious.
Smart lad.
Setting her down facing Chris.
DUNCAN:
Chris and I first met
on a rescue dive op.
A lobster boat went down
off the Scottish coast.
Took us a day to find the wreck.
And taking turns,
we were down there for hours.
Hours.
We couldn't find the last body.
Guess the current
must have carried it away.
Eventually, it was decided that
it wasn't worth the money
to continue looking
for just a body.
So they gave his wife
a shoebox...
...full of stuff they'd
cleaned out from his locker.
(scoffing):
Imagine...
a box of useless shit,
souvenirs.
I'm not giving Morag a shoebox.
You won't.
We're not gonna give up on him.
Good.
(breathing deeply)
Five, six, seven, eight.
(takes deep breath)
(power whirring down)
One eleven, two eleven,
three eleven, four eleven,
five eleven.
(breath trembling)
(taps button)
Oh, no, no.
-(power whirring back up)
-Yes!
(quiet chatter)
The DPS is back online.
ANDRE:
Well done.
Take us back to the manifold.
DPO:
Yes, Cap.
(beeps)
Locked on and engaged.
Let's go get Chris.
DPO:
Auto selected.
(humming)
(electrical buzzing)
Oh.
Oh, finally.
Bell, you copy?
DUNCAN:
Yeah, yeah.
We copy, Dive Control.
(laughs)
How you guys doing?
We're fine. What about Chris?
CRAIG: We found him.
He's on top of the manifold.
He's unresponsive, but we are
heading back as fast as we can.
Okay, speed up.
160 feet to manifold.
(heavy creaking)
(clicks)
(air hissing)
-Gas is good.
-DUNCAN: Hey.
I'm not losing two divers today.
Copy that.
You're good to go.
(breathing deeply)
DUNCAN: That's diver one in
the water, ready and waiting.
Coming over dive site.
Got eyes on Chris.
Get me closer.
Cap, we got to push
our minimums.
We need to get Dave lower.
Do it.
CRAIG:
Reducing to 20 feet.
(metallic creaking)
Settling. Settling.
(rapid beeping)
(chimes)
Locked on, Cap.
Diver one is clear to go.
(takes deep breath)
(Dave breathing deeply)
DAVE:
I got him.
(grunting)
Bell, I'm climbing back
to you now.
(grunting)
(panting)
(grunts) He's heavy.
Shit, we lost minimums.
Bell, brace for impact.
(deep metallic creaking)
(straining)
(grunts)
(straining)
(metal screeching)
(static crackling)
Duncan?
Duncan?
DUNCAN: I'm okay.
Wh-What about Dave and Chris?
DAVE:
Duncan, are you there?
(grunting)
DUNCAN: I'm with you, buddy.
I'm with you.
(grunting heavily)
(Dave grunting and panting
over speaker)
Dave, you're pushing too hard.
Go with the swell.
Climb when the bell's
coming down
and hold tight
when it's going up.
Copy.
(grunting heavily)
(panting rapidly)
(groans)
(Dave groaning over speaker)
(breathing heavily)
Duncan, this isn't working.
You can do this, buddy.
One last push.
(breathing heavily)
(grunting)
(Dave grunting over speaker)
(Dave straining over speaker)
(strained grunting)
(creaking)
(straining)
Here he comes.
DUNCAN:
Coming now.
(deep metallic creaking)
DUNCAN:
Wait for it.
Now! Now!
Now!
(grunting)
(straining)
(strained grunting)
Duncan, I'm on the stage.
Ready for the winch.
(whirring)
Chris.
(grunts) You're all right.
You're safe.
You're in the bell.
Okay, you're okay, buddy.
You're okay.
(whirring)
(blows)
(panting)
(blows)
Oh, come on.
(blows)
(panting)
Come on!
(blows)
(whimpers)
(Chris gasping)
Okay, buddy.
You're all right.
You're good. You're safe.
You're in the bell.
(whirring)
(whirring stops)
(rattling, creaking)
Can you hear me, Chris?
It's Duncan.
(breathing heavily)
Is he breathing?
Yeah. He is.
Come on, let's get you
out of there.
(static crackling)
Bell, this connection's spotty.
What's Chris's status?
DUNCAN:
Chris is breathing.
-(chuckles)
-(others murmuring)
DUNCAN:
But unresponsive.
(softly):
Oh, no.
Half an hour
with no oxygen to the brain.
It's Duncan. Can you hear me?
Hey, buddy.
Hey.
You're back in the bell.
You're okay.
Come on, buddy.
Can you hear me?
(bangs floor)
(sighs)
(sobs softly)
Chris.
It's Dave.
We got you.
If you can hear me,
move your eyes.
Squeeze my hand.
Give me something.
We're too late.
(sobbing)
(sighs)
No matter what,
you got him back.
We did.
CHRIS:
Dave.
You okay?
(Duncan laughing)
Yeah. Yeah, we're fine, Chris.
-How are you?
-DUNCAN: Yeah, we're okay.
(continues laughing)
Duncan, what's going on
down there?
Bridge, Chris is responsive
and he's talking.
-(laughing)
-(excited chatter)
Yes!
(cheering, laughter)
-
-(voices muted)
(laughing)
What's happened?
Well...
we made out, but I'll tell you
about that later.
(chuckling)
(quiet chatter)
Great job, Cap'n.
You, too. You, too.
(laughs)
Let's get 'em home.
(chuckling):
Aye, Cap.
Gave us a wee fright there,
Duncs.
DUNCAN: I think I might have
actually shit myself.
(laughs)
Right, soon as the hatch
is closed, let me know.
I'm bringing you up.
(laughs)
DAVE:
Sorry to wake you.
Oh, it's all right.
I wasn't asleep.
(bag unzips)
Feeling all right?
All things considered.
Right, just breathe normally.
I screwed up, huh?
Just bad luck, really.
Did your job, though.
You got to the top
of the manifold.
Just following orders.
How long was I lost for?
About 40 minutes.
I should be dead.
Yeah.
Pulse is strong.
You know, it's...
it's okay, though, really.
Yeah, I know you're okay.
No, I mean, um...
just, uh...
I felt sad for Morag.
Felt like I'd let her down.
I promised her
it would be okay, and then...
...then that happens.
And I just went numb.
It was...
peaceful.
Just like drifting off to sleep.
(chuckles softly)
It's really not that bad.
Um, I'll let you rest.
Thank you.
(bag unzips)
(sniffles)
(exhales)
(line ringing)
MORAG (over phone):
Morag Martin speaking.
(chuckles)
That was your best
headmistress voice.
Well, that wasn't a voice
I was expecting to hear
-for a few weeks, so...
-Yeah.
Our rotation has been
cut short, so, um...
What happened?
There was a problem
with the ship, so...
I'll be back in Aberdeen
the day after tomorrow.
I'll come and pick you up, then.
No, no.
No, you don't have to do that.
I'll make my own way back.
I love you.
I love you.
(hangs up phone)
So, even after all this,
you're still gonna miss it?
Every damn day.
Why don't you speak
to management about it?
Get you back on rotation.
-(chuckling)
-Figure it out.
Good idea. Um...
forgot my pillow.
-All right. Duncan.
-Hey.
-Love you, brother.
-Love you, too, Duncs.
Yeah.
Hey, do you need a hand
down the gangway?
(chuckling):
No, I'm all right.
Take care, Duncan.
You, too.
(clears throat)
How you feeling, Duncs?
DUNCAN: I'm just not ready
for the scrap heap yet.
CRAIG:
You're a good man, Duncan.
(birds screeching in distance)
(vehicle door opens and closes)
CHRIS:
Hiya.
MORAG (chuckles):
Hi.
(Chris grunts)
You okay?
Yeah, there was an accident.
Um...
What happened?
A, uh... a diver got stranded
on the seabed
and had to be rescued.
Oh, God.
Are they okay?
It was touch and go there
for a bit, but...
...but they're okay now.
It was you, wasn't it?
(Chris sighs)
Oh, Chris.
(shuddering breaths)
Hey. Hey, come here.
I was always gonna
come back to you.
("Go Be Free"
by Gabrielle Aplin playing)
I love you, Chris.
I love you, too.
All I've ever known
is here now
So pick a stone
and throw it in
(softly):
Come here.
Let it drift
with all our memories
The times we've laughed
And go again
Well, God knows
I always need you
And you'll come back
just like the tide
Starlings float
upon the air we breathe
It's okay
To leave my side
You can go
Go be free
'Cause the river always
finds the sea
I know you'll find your way
Back to me
Ah, ah, ah
Mm
Back to me
Ooh, ooh
-Ooh, ooh
-(applause)
Ooh, ooh...
(laughter)
Ooh, ooh.
(song ends)
One of these days,
I'll trade in my boots
("Keep Talking to Me"
by Robert Francis playing)
For a plot and a pine box
A place in the roots
No use pretending
I'm good on my own
When you take that last walk
You take it alone
No disagreements
No dead-end dreams
Everything after
and all in between
No midnight movies,
no moon in July
The reasons for living
you take when you die
High is the river
and low when it's dry
When I'm finally out to sea
Keep talking to me
Keep talking to me
The water is silver
The moon is so gold
You're lucky to see
Your family get old
My family saw me
where I saw myself
For the fun we had living
We traded our health
Someday our bodies
slow to one lane
Tell me our blood goes on
way past the faint
Tell me the Earth
is too pretty to paint
Cold like an iceberg
and dark neath the grave
Tell me my soul
ain't too sorry to save
When I'm finally out to sea
Keep talking to me
Keep talking to me
Keep talking to me
Keep talking to me
Keep talking to me
Keep talking to me.
(song ends)
(music fades)
(waves crashing)
(panting)
(air hissing)
(water burbling)
REPORTER: Storm Yulee continues
its way across the UK,
prompting a rare
red weather warning
from the Met Office
for the strength of winds
battering the coast
of eastern Scotland.
(birds screeching)
CHRIS:
Hiya.
MORAG:
Hi.
They want me.
Tomorrow at Clipper Quay.
That's great.
Gives you a month without me
getting in the way
-of all this stuff.
-Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Yeah.
I'll probably have
the whole place framed up
by the time you're back.
Good. I want video updates.
I want reports.
I want to hear all about it.
Yeah. You'll get them.
-Daily.
-(chuckles)
Don't worry. I'll be fine.
I know.
Just remember, it's, uh...
it's like going into space
but it's underwater.
What's hilarious is you think
I find that comforting.
(laughs)
Humans shouldn't be
at the bottom of the North Sea.
I know. I know.
But it is pretty cool.
It's a good thing you're cute.
-(chuckles) Yeah?
-Mm-hmm.
-Cute?
-Mm-hmm.
Your cute, cool diver boyfriend?
Husband? Fianc?
(both laugh)
(engine rumbling)
(indistinct chatter)
Uh, Chris Lemons,
one of the divers.
-Chris Lemons?
-Yeah.
-Hey.
-Hey.
-You all right, guys?
-You all right, mate?
How's it going?
(busy chatter)
-Oh, morning, Craig.
-Chris.
I'm just gonna find out
about the job.
-I'll tell you later.
-All right.
Duncan.
DUNCAN:
Hello, handsome.
What you got for me?
Well, I hear we got
a new captain.
Oh, yeah? Let's hope this one
doesn't cancel Christmas, eh?
(laughing):
Yeah, right?
-Nice to see you.
-How's the house coming?
-You finish my room?
-Yeah, it's going good.
I think we're gonna
paint it pink.
Is that okay?
Or green or purple or...
Pink is actually...
that's a beautiful color.
You know, a lot of people
think it's feminine.
Where you going?
(chuckling)
Just taking two bottles
of hot sauce.
CREWMAN:
Okay.
(warning alarm beeping)
Hey, Stu.
Seen how much helium
they're loading on board?
-Hmm. It's gonna be a deep one.
-(chuckles)
Deeper the better, I suppose.
CREWMAN:
That's 200 feet.
(whirring)
-(busy chatter)
-(steam hissing)
-Hey.
-Huh?
-Morning, Chris.
-Made the cut.
CREWMAN:
Yep! Easy there.
(machinery whirring)
(indistinct announcement
over speaker)
(indistinct chatter)
You all right, lads?
-How's it going?
-Hi, Chris. Good to see you.
(Chris grunts)
So you heard who's on board?
Who's that?
The Vulcan, diver one himself.
Oh, yeah?
I was starting to think
he was just a myth.
Well, should be a fun sat
if you're on his team.
Excited to get in there.
Yeah, I bet.
(chuckles softly)
(indistinct chatter)
Okay.
(chatter quiets)
You lot are gonna be living
in our glamorous tin cans
for the next 28 days,
where you'll be pressurized
down to 300 feet.
You're gonna be my hands
on the seabed
replacing a section of pipeline.
Can't have the gas flow
interrupted,
or people's homes will go cold
this winter.
Once the job's done, you'll
have four days decompression
when your hands can do
whatever they want.
(light laughter)
Okay.
Team C: Nick, Alex and Paul.
Team B is Stu, Kirk and Brad.
Team A is Duncan, with Chris
and that bundle of joy there.
Right, I'm starting blowdown
before departure.
Doors close in ten minutes,
so get cracking.
(quiet chatter)
David, it's Chris.
Nice to meet you.
Just Dave.
Dave. Sorry.
Uh, looking forward
to doing sat with you.
Yep. See you in there.
Yeah, see you in there.
-See you in there, Duncs.
-Yeah.
(Duncan laughing)
Yeah. I see you made Chris
feel nice and welcome.
How is the kid, anyway?
Solid.
He, uh, worked as a deckhand
for three years
before he got the nod,
but then he did
his first five dives with me,
and as we both know, I am
the finest sat daddy around.
(jacket zipping)
Good.
"Sat daddy"? Really?
That sounds strange
coming out of your mouth.
(grunting)
(indistinct chatter)
(indistinct chatter continues
over speaker)
As an old man,
I find I'm a bottom-bunk guy,
you know, just in case
Mother Nature calls.
(Chris chuckling)
Your, uh... your wife?
Uh, no. Fiance.
Word of advice:
Once that door closes,
everything outside
is just a distraction.
Keep your focus
where it needs to be, yeah?
Hey. Don't worry about him.
He's a grizzly when he's here,
but, you know,
once he gets home,
he's a real softie.
He's just daddy
to his two little girls.
Christ, you got
enough chocolate there?
-Just enough for one a day.
-(both laugh)
Divers, are we good
to lock the doors?
(indistinct chatter continues
over speaker)
Team A standing by.
Team B standing by.
Team C standing by.
CRAIG (over speaker):
Doors closing now.
(door clunks shut)
CREWMAN:
Doors closed. Stairs away.
AUTOMATED VOICE:
96.4% helium. 3.6% oxygen.
Gas ratios confirmed.
I'm turning on the taps, boys.
Let's go for a ride.
(gas hissing)
(soft metallic rattling)
(gas hissing)
(hissing continues loudly)
I'll never get used to this.
What?
(indistinct chatter)
(machinery whirring)
(indistinct chatter)
(indistinct chatter continues)
(beeps)
(gas hissing)
(hissing fades)
(mimicking David Attenborough):
Here we find ourselves
at the bottom of the world.
(laughter)
(over speaker):
You are now able to operate
at 300 feet below sea level,
where it will be pitch black
and bloody cold.
And remember, should you step
outside the chamber
prior to decompression,
the gas now saturating
every cell in your body
will expand so rapidly
your vital organs
will quite literally explode.
He says that every time.
(normal voice):
How you feeling, Duncan?
Aces, amigo.
Aces.
Chris, Dave, you okay?
All right,
I'm gonna get some rest.
I'll see you
when we come on station.
(soft rumbling)
(heavy metal music
playing over headphones)
(grunts)
(Dave grunts)
Grub's up.
For God's sake,
show some modesty.
Cover yourself.
(sets kettlebell on floor)
(music stops)
Back in the day, though,
you know,
when I was starting out,
you only needed two things:
little common sense
and a good bottle of Scotch.
Here we go.
DUNCAN:
It really was the Wild West.
Thank God it's not
like that anymore.
Yeah.
I guess I'm the last of my kind.
Kind of a relic.
(clears throat)
Which explains why they're
putting me out to pasture.
What are you talking about?
Well, the company,
in its infinite wisdom,
has decided 20 years
is enough for me
and, uh, you know,
this will be my last rotation.
Really? Wh-Why didn't you
say something?
Because I don't want everybody
making a fuss, you know,
before going in.
You okay?
Is everything all right?
(chuckling):
Yeah. You kidding?
(stammering): It'll be great
to have some free time.
You know, I'll take up golf.
(chuckles)
But I did think that I had
maybe ten more years left.
Or more.
DAVE:
If it's any consolation,
there's a high possibility
that all of our jobs
will have been automated
in ten years, so...
Oh, yeah, that does
console me, Dave. Thank you.
You're welcome.
Well, I tried.
All right. I'm going to bed.
-CHRIS: Night.
-DUNCAN: Nighty night.
So this is our last sat
together, then.
Yeah.
I can't believe it, either.
Why don't you pull a Craig,
get in the hot seat,
call the shots?
-(Duncan laughing)
-What?
No.
I-I am not management material.
And I don't think I could handle
watching you guys
have all the fun.
(scoffs) Yeah, fair enough.
Hey. Look.
You are a great diver.
You don't need me around
anymore.
(chuckles softly)
(soft rumbling)
(metallic rattling and creaking)
MORAG (on video): Right,
so the church holds 80 people
and the village hall
next door 150.
So, as long as we un-invite
half my cousins,
we should be fine.
(chuckles softly)
What else?
Well, I'm looking
really cute today.
Do you miss me?
Nah.
You're having more fun
helping Duncan
with his crosswords.
Bye.
(snoring)
DPO: Marine Control, this is
dive support vessel Tharos...
-Cap.
-...arriving 127 miles
east of Aberdeen
at Huntington Oil Field.
CONTROLLER (over radio):
Thank you very much, Tharos.
We're gonna be
right in the middle
of this storm system all night.
What do you think?
Well, it's borderline, Cap,
but this is the North Sea.
Dynamic positioning status?
Coming over dive site,
turning into swell.
Directional thrusters
holding our position
next to the manifold.
(motor whirring)
(beeping)
Locked on.
AUTOMATED VOICE: Dynamic
positioning system online.
DPO:
Computers have it from here.
Prepare for diving operations.
All right.
Team A up first.
Rise and shine, boys.
This is your one hour's notice.
(grunting)
-Dave?
-DAVE: Hmm?
You want to pop down here
for a five-minute cuddle?
-(Chris chuckling)
-DAVE: I'm, uh...
I'm good, Duncan. Thank you.
DUNCAN:
All right. Thanks for pondering.
(grunts) Thank you, sir.
DAVE:
You're welcome.
CRAIG: All right,
Team A entering wet pot
for final pressing in.
What about your tools?
Got your knife, compass,
-your flares?
-CHRIS: Yeah.
What about you, Dave?
Need a hand?
Didn't think so. All right.
See you guys up top.
Right. Thanks.
(grunts)
Dive Control,
first one in the bell.
You good?
-Yeah.
-Hey.
We're on the job now, okay?
Once we're down there,
it's just the two of us.
-Follow my lead.
-Mm-hmm.
DUNCAN:
Up you come, Dave.
Second man in the bell.
Dive Control,
that's three in the bell.
All right, copy that.
Positioning bell.
(beeping, whirring)
Lifting off sat chamber now.
(beeping and whirring continue)
And... bell over moon pool.
(indistinct crew chatter)
ROV.
Eyes on.
Starting descent.
CREWMAN:
Steady on two.
(whirring)
(creaking)
Bell left surface at 2117.
(burbling)
(deep metallic creaking)
(rumbling)
CRAIG:
Bell passing through 100 feet.
(rattling)
That's 200 feet.
-(water burbling)
-(metallic creaking)
(rumbling)
(creaking continues)
(rattling)
And... at depth.
300 feet.
Bell, go for your door.
Copy that, Dive Control.
(squeaking)
(creaking)
Wow. That is some swell.
That-that's got to be
20-foot seas up there.
Bell, it pains me, but that's
what I've got up here, too.
What can I say, boys?
Still got it.
Every bloody time.
DAVE:
Okay, come on. Let's go.
Turning on hot water feed.
Coming to temperature now.
It's like a bath.
You want me falling asleep
on the job?
It's two degrees
above freezing down there.
But I forgot
how you like to suffer.
Yeah, that's good.
DAVE:
Going in.
CHRIS:
The hat.
Mains gas supply on.
(gas hissing)
And connected.
(hissing stops)
Lowering hat.
CHRIS:
Hand on the hat.
DAVE:
Grip the hat lower.
DUNCAN:
Okay. It's all yours.
-CHRIS: Good?
-DAVE: Hat's on.
Comms check. Comms check.
DAVE:
Comms clear.
Bellman to Dive Control.
How's your feed?
CRAIG:
Yes, coming through.
Uh, Duncan,
this is gonna be a long shift.
I just want to confirm
your adult diaper is on.
(laughs):
That's good material.
You know, you and I
are the same age.
And by the way,
I'm a professional.
I haven't had an irregular
bowel movement since '95.
Okay. Let's do it.
Bailouts coming down.
-DAVE: All right.
-DUNCAN: Yep.
Okay.
Diver good?
Good.
(slow, deep breathing)
DUNCAN: That's diver one
in the water at 300 feet.
Bell, turn on lights
for diver one.
Working.
DUNCAN:
In you go.
Diver one dropping off bell.
DUNCAN:
Okay. Gas flow's good.
Umbilical's connected.
You're locked in.
Comms check. Comms check.
Loud and clear.
Are you good to go?
I'll see you in six hours.
Okay. Stay safe, brother.
(water burbling)
Diver two in the water
at 305 feet.
(fast, heavy breathing)
DUNCAN: Slow your breathing
down a little for me, okay?
(breathing slows)
CHRIS:
Copy.
Diver two dropping off bell.
Touchdown, diver two.
Bell, bearing to the job?
Bell, bearing to the job?
DUNCAN: Diver two
is zero nine zero degrees.
(gasps)
It's this way.
(both breathing steadily)
Cap, both divers are on-site.
Lower the power cable.
Copy that.
Approaching seabed.
Duncan, notify the divers,
would you?
DUNCAN:
Copy.
Divers, power cable
approaching seabed.
DAVE:
Copy that, bell.
I have the connector.
Moving toward manifold now.
(grunts)
(rattling)
DAVE:
Bell, manifold has power.
DUNCAN: Diver one,
prep pipes for installation.
-DAVE: Copy that.
-DUNCAN: Diver two,
head for well three
to begin equalization.
Copy that.
Entering the manifold.
CRAIG: Bell, all looking good
from up here.
(whirring, rattling)
DUNCAN:
How's it looking, diver two?
CHRIS: There's, uh,
rust on the stanchions.
There's growth everywhere.
Visibility's not great.
(grunts)
Oh, I need to cut down
on my desserts.
(whirring and rattling continue)
(beeping)
We just lost our hydroacoustics.
Are we still in position?
Troubleshooting now.
Bell, I've got a reading of, uh,
over a thousand psi
on wellhead three.
DUNCAN:
That's way too high.
CHRIS: All right.
Let me try and work my magic.
(high-pitched whirring)
(whirring lowers in pitch,
then stops)
-(rumbling)
-(rapid beeping)
AUTOMATED VOICE:
Warning. Warning.
Warning.
Cap, the thrusters
have gone offline.
-How many?
-All of them.
DPO:
I'm getting the same here, Cap.
(metallic creaking)
Chris? The ship's moving.
Get out of there now.
What? Dave, can you repeat?
The ship is moving.
Get out of the manifold
right now.
Copy that.
(grunting)
AUTOMATED VOICE:
Warning. Warning.
Dynamic positioning system...
I'm losing everything here.
-Where's our power?
-HANNA: Dead in the water.
Cap, we're drifting
out of control.
Abort. Abort.
We have a runoff.
Get the divers as much
umbilical as possible, Duncan.
DAVE: Chris, our umbilicals
are over the manifold.
We've got to use them
to climb to the top.
(grunting)
Chris,
you've got to really move.
Yeah. Yeah, I'm coming.
I'm coming.
(grunting)
(straining)
DUNCAN:
Divers, where are you?
DAVE: Diver one
on top of the manifold.
Bell, I-I don't have
eyes on you.
(grunting)
CHRIS:
Diver two also on top.
(thud)
(gasping breaths)
My umbilical's snagged.
-(rapid beeping)
-The wind's spinning us around.
DUNCAN:
Power cable's about to give!
DUNCAN: Dive Control, there's
no umbilical left in the bell.
That's everything I've got.
(creaking)
(straining)
(alarm blaring)
(wind howling)
The ship's not drifting.
(Chris grunting over speaker)
That's why.
Look, it's being pulled tight.
Chris has become our anchor.
That's never gonna hold.
It'll snap.
(straining)
DAVE: Bell, I need slack
on diver one.
DUNCAN:
There is no more slack.
DAVE:
I can't get to you.
(grunting)
(deep creaking)
(straining):
My gas supply.
I can't breathe.
(Chris gasping)
DAVE:
Chris, switch to your bailout.
Hey, Chris. On me.
Switch to your bailout.
(air rushing)
(breathing deeply)
DAVE:
Good.
Good.
Now take slow, deep breaths.
Otherwise, you'll burn
through your backup gas.
Understand?
(taking slow, deep breaths)
-(rattling)
-Dive Control?
Diver two is on bailouts.
How much gas does he have left?
Ten minutes.
What happens now?
Your umbilical, it's gonna snap.
You'll get pulled off
the structure.
Now, I will come back for you,
but you have to do
something for me, okay?
You have to get yourself back
to the top of the manifold.
I can't rescue you
if I can't find you.
Understand?
-(creaking)
-(gasping breaths)
J-Just make sure I'm...
(total silence)
(burbling)
(rattling)
(alarm blaring)
(deep creaking)
DAVE: Chris, are you there?
Do you copy?
Chris?
Chris, are you there?
Bell? Bell, do you copy?
Coming back to you now.
(grunting, panting)
(gas hissing)
(hissing stops)
No eyes or ears
on divers or bell.
Condition unknown.
(computer chimes)
ROV feed is back online.
Uh, can you get closer?
Dave has made it back
to the bell.
(grunting)
(panting)
DAVE:
Duncan, if you can hear me,
I'm back on the stage.
(grunting, panting)
(grunting)
What happened?
His umbilical snapped.
He's gone.
-(busy chatter)
-(ship creaking)
CRAIG:
There's no news on Chris.
But we're keeping the bell down
for when we get back
control of the ship.
We'll update you as and when.
CRAIG:
Cap?
Why don't we drop anchor,
stop us drifting any further?
We don't have control
of the ship.
There are acres of oil pipeline
down there.
The anchor could snag
any one of them and rupture it.
There's far more seabed
than there is pipeline.
If we don't drop it now,
there's no telling
how far we'll end up from Chris.
I can't risk
an environmental disaster.
We'll have to find another way.
(ship continues creaking)
(slow, deep breathing)
(whooshing)
Duncan!
Dave?
Duncan, I can't see you.
Duncan, I don't know where I am.
Mani... man-manifold. Manifold.
Okay.
Okay, 90 degrees.
90 degrees.
Okay. Okay.
Shit.
(quietly):
Find the manifold.
Find the manifold.
Manifold.
Manifold.
ENGINEER (over radio):
Bridge?
We've run the diagnostics.
There's no fault
with the thrusters.
HANNA:
Are you sure?
ENGINEER:
One hundred percent.
We've run them twice.
If the thrusters
are still working,
we can take
the computers offline
and control her manually.
Cap, this system is designed
to be used only in port,
never in conditions
anything like this.
I understand.
If we make a mistake,
we put the entire ship at risk.
Okay, but if we keep drifting,
there's no way of telling
how far we'll get
from diver number two.
From Chris.
And I can't do this without you.
Listen up.
Until the dynamic positioning
is back online,
the first officer
and myself will...
take control
of the ship manually
and stop us from drifting
any further.
DPO, put her in manual.
DPO:
Thrusters in manual.
Port, one four zero degrees
at 30%.
(whirring)
Stern 40.
-HANNA: Stern 40.
-ANDRE: Now.
(whirring)
Moving off drift line.
Distance to dive site
is 630 feet and increasing.
Where is it? Where is it?
Where is it?!
(breathing shakily)
-(metallic creaking)
-(sighs)
Oh, yes. Yes!
You beauty.
(sighs)
(sighs):
Okay.
Okay.
Okay. Got to climb.
I've got to climb.
(grunts softly)
(grunting softly)
(grunting softly)
(burbling)
(gasps, grunts)
(breathing heavily)
(continues breathing heavily)
MORAG:
Chris.
I've gone down
that rabbit hole again.
Got myself into a right state.
MORAG: I know you say
that you're always safe
in your tin can...
...but once you step outside...
...it's like you're stealing
every second.
And I know it's extraordinary...
...but what we have
is extraordinary, too.
(slow, weak breathing)
MORAG:
I'm sorry.
I don't know what I'm saying.
It's just, um...
Come home.
MORAG:
Please come home.
(metallic creaking)
(rattling)
It's a body recovery now.
No, it's not.
-(rattling)
-(busy chatter)
ANDRE:
Stern 40%.
(whirring)
DPO:
Distance to dive site:
570 feet.
ROV, you in range?
On the outer limit now.
They why aren't you
finding my diver?
Copy that.
Come on, come on, come on.
-Incoming swell.
-(ship creaking)
(heavy creaking)
Just keep her steady.
Where are we at
with dynamic positioning?
The only thing left
is a hard reset.
It's only ever done
when we're in for maintenance.
Every part is started up
in sequence.
It takes hours.
Well, you'd better find a
work-around, then, hadn't you?
Starboard, zero nine zero
degrees at 30%.
HANNA:
Thirty percent.
Closing.
(quiet chatter)
Can anyone see anything?
(whirring)
Where the hell is he?
What about up top?
Oh, my God.
He's still alive.
His eyes are closed.
All four limbs appear intact.
No sign of breathing.
Involuntary spasms are from...
oxygen starvation to the brain.
Come on, where is it?
(sighs) Got you.
DPO (over radio):
Bridge?
I think I've found
that work-around.
Tell me.
Every part of the
dynamic positioning
is routed through
a start-up CPU,
which is why it takes
so long to boot up,
so I'm just gonna
physically rewire it
and bypass the whole damn thing.
Are you sure you can
patch it back correctly?
You'll have to get
the sequencing exactly right.
I can do it.
DPO, go ahead. Do it.
CRAIG: Why don't you use
the ROV to pick up Chris
and fly him back to the bell?
It's rated to pick up humans.
(stammers) You can grab
the D ring on his harness
with the pincers from the ROV.
Uh, the ROVs are only ever used
for body recoveries.
Okay? The pincers
are far too dangerous
to be used on anything alive.
I can't see any other options.
Can you?
(rumbling)
Look, Chris is alive right now,
okay, and...
and I don't want
anything I do to change that.
But these lads
are my responsibility.
I'm going to take the controls.
(deep creaking, rattling)
(whirring)
(breath trembling)
(device beeping)
Shit.
Okay, okay.
Ease up on the front propellers
and let the rears do
all the work, okay?
Copy.
(beeping, whirring)
(breath trembling)
(beeping and whirring continue)
(beeping stops)
(takes deep, shaky breath)
(device beeping)
(takes deep breath)
(burbling)
Got him.
Okay, good.
Raising level now.
(whirring)
Come on.
(whirring continues)
He-he must be caught
on something.
Hey, check the bottom camera.
Why the hell is that carabiner
clipped on?
So he won't get washed away
by the tide
when he's unconscious.
Smart lad.
Setting her down facing Chris.
DUNCAN:
Chris and I first met
on a rescue dive op.
A lobster boat went down
off the Scottish coast.
Took us a day to find the wreck.
And taking turns,
we were down there for hours.
Hours.
We couldn't find the last body.
Guess the current
must have carried it away.
Eventually, it was decided that
it wasn't worth the money
to continue looking
for just a body.
So they gave his wife
a shoebox...
...full of stuff they'd
cleaned out from his locker.
(scoffing):
Imagine...
a box of useless shit,
souvenirs.
I'm not giving Morag a shoebox.
You won't.
We're not gonna give up on him.
Good.
(breathing deeply)
Five, six, seven, eight.
(takes deep breath)
(power whirring down)
One eleven, two eleven,
three eleven, four eleven,
five eleven.
(breath trembling)
(taps button)
Oh, no, no.
-(power whirring back up)
-Yes!
(quiet chatter)
The DPS is back online.
ANDRE:
Well done.
Take us back to the manifold.
DPO:
Yes, Cap.
(beeps)
Locked on and engaged.
Let's go get Chris.
DPO:
Auto selected.
(humming)
(electrical buzzing)
Oh.
Oh, finally.
Bell, you copy?
DUNCAN:
Yeah, yeah.
We copy, Dive Control.
(laughs)
How you guys doing?
We're fine. What about Chris?
CRAIG: We found him.
He's on top of the manifold.
He's unresponsive, but we are
heading back as fast as we can.
Okay, speed up.
160 feet to manifold.
(heavy creaking)
(clicks)
(air hissing)
-Gas is good.
-DUNCAN: Hey.
I'm not losing two divers today.
Copy that.
You're good to go.
(breathing deeply)
DUNCAN: That's diver one in
the water, ready and waiting.
Coming over dive site.
Got eyes on Chris.
Get me closer.
Cap, we got to push
our minimums.
We need to get Dave lower.
Do it.
CRAIG:
Reducing to 20 feet.
(metallic creaking)
Settling. Settling.
(rapid beeping)
(chimes)
Locked on, Cap.
Diver one is clear to go.
(takes deep breath)
(Dave breathing deeply)
DAVE:
I got him.
(grunting)
Bell, I'm climbing back
to you now.
(grunting)
(panting)
(grunts) He's heavy.
Shit, we lost minimums.
Bell, brace for impact.
(deep metallic creaking)
(straining)
(grunts)
(straining)
(metal screeching)
(static crackling)
Duncan?
Duncan?
DUNCAN: I'm okay.
Wh-What about Dave and Chris?
DAVE:
Duncan, are you there?
(grunting)
DUNCAN: I'm with you, buddy.
I'm with you.
(grunting heavily)
(Dave grunting and panting
over speaker)
Dave, you're pushing too hard.
Go with the swell.
Climb when the bell's
coming down
and hold tight
when it's going up.
Copy.
(grunting heavily)
(panting rapidly)
(groans)
(Dave groaning over speaker)
(breathing heavily)
Duncan, this isn't working.
You can do this, buddy.
One last push.
(breathing heavily)
(grunting)
(Dave grunting over speaker)
(Dave straining over speaker)
(strained grunting)
(creaking)
(straining)
Here he comes.
DUNCAN:
Coming now.
(deep metallic creaking)
DUNCAN:
Wait for it.
Now! Now!
Now!
(grunting)
(straining)
(strained grunting)
Duncan, I'm on the stage.
Ready for the winch.
(whirring)
Chris.
(grunts) You're all right.
You're safe.
You're in the bell.
Okay, you're okay, buddy.
You're okay.
(whirring)
(blows)
(panting)
(blows)
Oh, come on.
(blows)
(panting)
Come on!
(blows)
(whimpers)
(Chris gasping)
Okay, buddy.
You're all right.
You're good. You're safe.
You're in the bell.
(whirring)
(whirring stops)
(rattling, creaking)
Can you hear me, Chris?
It's Duncan.
(breathing heavily)
Is he breathing?
Yeah. He is.
Come on, let's get you
out of there.
(static crackling)
Bell, this connection's spotty.
What's Chris's status?
DUNCAN:
Chris is breathing.
-(chuckles)
-(others murmuring)
DUNCAN:
But unresponsive.
(softly):
Oh, no.
Half an hour
with no oxygen to the brain.
It's Duncan. Can you hear me?
Hey, buddy.
Hey.
You're back in the bell.
You're okay.
Come on, buddy.
Can you hear me?
(bangs floor)
(sighs)
(sobs softly)
Chris.
It's Dave.
We got you.
If you can hear me,
move your eyes.
Squeeze my hand.
Give me something.
We're too late.
(sobbing)
(sighs)
No matter what,
you got him back.
We did.
CHRIS:
Dave.
You okay?
(Duncan laughing)
Yeah. Yeah, we're fine, Chris.
-How are you?
-DUNCAN: Yeah, we're okay.
(continues laughing)
Duncan, what's going on
down there?
Bridge, Chris is responsive
and he's talking.
-(laughing)
-(excited chatter)
Yes!
(cheering, laughter)
-
-(voices muted)
(laughing)
What's happened?
Well...
we made out, but I'll tell you
about that later.
(chuckling)
(quiet chatter)
Great job, Cap'n.
You, too. You, too.
(laughs)
Let's get 'em home.
(chuckling):
Aye, Cap.
Gave us a wee fright there,
Duncs.
DUNCAN: I think I might have
actually shit myself.
(laughs)
Right, soon as the hatch
is closed, let me know.
I'm bringing you up.
(laughs)
DAVE:
Sorry to wake you.
Oh, it's all right.
I wasn't asleep.
(bag unzips)
Feeling all right?
All things considered.
Right, just breathe normally.
I screwed up, huh?
Just bad luck, really.
Did your job, though.
You got to the top
of the manifold.
Just following orders.
How long was I lost for?
About 40 minutes.
I should be dead.
Yeah.
Pulse is strong.
You know, it's...
it's okay, though, really.
Yeah, I know you're okay.
No, I mean, um...
just, uh...
I felt sad for Morag.
Felt like I'd let her down.
I promised her
it would be okay, and then...
...then that happens.
And I just went numb.
It was...
peaceful.
Just like drifting off to sleep.
(chuckles softly)
It's really not that bad.
Um, I'll let you rest.
Thank you.
(bag unzips)
(sniffles)
(exhales)
(line ringing)
MORAG (over phone):
Morag Martin speaking.
(chuckles)
That was your best
headmistress voice.
Well, that wasn't a voice
I was expecting to hear
-for a few weeks, so...
-Yeah.
Our rotation has been
cut short, so, um...
What happened?
There was a problem
with the ship, so...
I'll be back in Aberdeen
the day after tomorrow.
I'll come and pick you up, then.
No, no.
No, you don't have to do that.
I'll make my own way back.
I love you.
I love you.
(hangs up phone)
So, even after all this,
you're still gonna miss it?
Every damn day.
Why don't you speak
to management about it?
Get you back on rotation.
-(chuckling)
-Figure it out.
Good idea. Um...
forgot my pillow.
-All right. Duncan.
-Hey.
-Love you, brother.
-Love you, too, Duncs.
Yeah.
Hey, do you need a hand
down the gangway?
(chuckling):
No, I'm all right.
Take care, Duncan.
You, too.
(clears throat)
How you feeling, Duncs?
DUNCAN: I'm just not ready
for the scrap heap yet.
CRAIG:
You're a good man, Duncan.
(birds screeching in distance)
(vehicle door opens and closes)
CHRIS:
Hiya.
MORAG (chuckles):
Hi.
(Chris grunts)
You okay?
Yeah, there was an accident.
Um...
What happened?
A, uh... a diver got stranded
on the seabed
and had to be rescued.
Oh, God.
Are they okay?
It was touch and go there
for a bit, but...
...but they're okay now.
It was you, wasn't it?
(Chris sighs)
Oh, Chris.
(shuddering breaths)
Hey. Hey, come here.
I was always gonna
come back to you.
("Go Be Free"
by Gabrielle Aplin playing)
I love you, Chris.
I love you, too.
All I've ever known
is here now
So pick a stone
and throw it in
(softly):
Come here.
Let it drift
with all our memories
The times we've laughed
And go again
Well, God knows
I always need you
And you'll come back
just like the tide
Starlings float
upon the air we breathe
It's okay
To leave my side
You can go
Go be free
'Cause the river always
finds the sea
I know you'll find your way
Back to me
Ah, ah, ah
Mm
Back to me
Ooh, ooh
-Ooh, ooh
-(applause)
Ooh, ooh...
(laughter)
Ooh, ooh.
(song ends)
One of these days,
I'll trade in my boots
("Keep Talking to Me"
by Robert Francis playing)
For a plot and a pine box
A place in the roots
No use pretending
I'm good on my own
When you take that last walk
You take it alone
No disagreements
No dead-end dreams
Everything after
and all in between
No midnight movies,
no moon in July
The reasons for living
you take when you die
High is the river
and low when it's dry
When I'm finally out to sea
Keep talking to me
Keep talking to me
The water is silver
The moon is so gold
You're lucky to see
Your family get old
My family saw me
where I saw myself
For the fun we had living
We traded our health
Someday our bodies
slow to one lane
Tell me our blood goes on
way past the faint
Tell me the Earth
is too pretty to paint
Cold like an iceberg
and dark neath the grave
Tell me my soul
ain't too sorry to save
When I'm finally out to sea
Keep talking to me
Keep talking to me
Keep talking to me
Keep talking to me
Keep talking to me
Keep talking to me.
(song ends)
(music fades)