On the Beach (2000) Movie Script

[siren wailing]
[music playing]
Ironically, it is
almost 45 years to the day
since the world was plunged
into the last global crisis.
While the blockade of Taiwan
is a particularly provocative
piece of brinksmanship on
the part of the Chinese,
defense analysts think
it highly unlikely
that national pride
will make them want
to take the world to the brink.
Would your country really
put the world at risk
by breaking this blockade?
Ma'am, there are
two realities here.
The State Department would like
to continue to ease the Chinese
into the world community.
Politicians, however,
face re-elections,
and the mood of the
American electorate
is very strongly pro-Taiwan.
So you're saying--
What I'm saying is
the chances of something
going seriously wrong are higher
than I would like to see them.
The hotline established
between myself
and the Chinese President Mr.
Lee Huan is in constant use.
We are absolutely on
top of this situation.
Mr. President.
Mr. President.
Yeah, yeah.
Surely one of you
has got to back down.
Well, there's room enough for
give and take on both sides.
Thank you all now very much.
Can you give the world
an absolute guarantee
that the current crisis will not
escalate to a dangerous level?
That is all the president
has time for this afternoon.
I'm sorry.
Chief.
Sir, when is the
Captain gonna run a test?
Soon.
We've been 200 feet
under for weeks now, sir.
If the radiation's dropped
we want to know about it.
Soon.
Hey, still got the
rubber sheet on?
Sure.
Right, sir.
- When, sir?
- Soon.
Soon.
I'm watching you, Giles.
Quit playing solitaire.
I'm watching you 24 hours.
[machines beeping]
Go now.
Sonobuoy away, sir.
Time up to the surface.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6,
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0.
Surface, sir.
Give me a reading please and
patch it into the computer.
Yes, sir.
Patch it in.
It's patched in, sir.
And the reading is--
it's 23 rads.
It's stable, sir.
[cheering]
Gentlemen, the
Captain is speaking.
The sonobuoy here just
gave us a reading.
We got 23 rads.
[cheering]
Evidently those
trade winds must have
kept radiation up there
in the northern hemisphere
as we had hoped.
So you just break
out the sunblock.
[laughter]
Listen, there's three
things I've gotta warn you
about down here in Australia.
They've got a funnel-web
spider down there
that'll kill you in 60 seconds.
They got a taipan snake,
kill you in 20 seconds.
And I hear that Beaver
down on Chapel Street--
[laughter]
She's gonna be doing
chin-ups on that thing. ....
[cheering]
Prepare to surface.
Yeah.
Go, go, go, go.
Yeah, go, go, go, go, go.
Does anyone remember
how to surface?
Hey, Giles, as
soon as we surface,
you make radio contact
with Singapore,
New Delhi, Rio, Auckland.
Give me anything you got.
Yes, sir.
Let's find out what the
hell is going on down here.
[music playing]
Go, go, go, go, go.
Yes.
[swooshing]
[static on radio]
Are you still there?
[static on radio]
I got to say, Captain.
I wasn't nearly as optimistic
as you were we'd make it.
I wouldn't have bet on it.
Oh, we had to make it, sir.
We're the good guys.
Down there is what's
left of America.
Yeah, they might
have a future.
That's what I'm talking about.
Not for long, sir.
There's been a 70%
radiation spillage
factor at high altitudes
across the equator.
It's coming south.
I called the radio
operator in Singapore
before she went home to die.
How fast?
How fast is it moving down?
I don't know precisely.
It depends on the wind pattern.
Do you have estimates?
According to Australian
Naval Command in Melbourne,
a matter of months, sir.
Well, I can't tell
them now, can I?
Admiral Cunningham,
staying chief of staff,
would like us in Melbourne
as soon as possible, sir.
He wants us to pick some
guy up off an island,
get him down there pronto.
[phone ringing]
[ringing stops]
That's a great vintage.
Who the fuck are you?
You Dr. Julian Osborne?
Yeah, and who are you?
I'm Captain Dwight Towers,
commander "USS Charleston."
We've been asked by an Admiral
Cunningham here to escort
you back to Melbourne, sir.
Why?
There's not one bloody thing
that you or I or anyone
can do now?
I've been told to
collect you, sir.
That's all I know.
Been to Melbourne, Captain?
No, sir.
This is a much
better place to die.
Yeah, I don't doubt it.
Your government wants you
back in Melbourne, anyway.
You tell my government
to bugger off.
[grunting]
That admiral did
say you're going
to give us a little trouble.
[groaning]
I'm going to take those
handcuffs off as soon
as we're underway here, sir.
It's very big of you.
You know, we've been at
sea long while, Dr. Osborne.
We didn't enjoy the
prospect of having
to detour here to pick you up.
I crunched the
numbers for them,
and I spelled out what
those numbers meant.
There's nothing more I can do.
I don't expect intelligence
from our politicians,
but I did assume they
could fucking read.
So radiation is
on the way, huh?
If my government
can find a way
to stop the sun rising and the
wind blowing, we're stuffed.
Last thing I heard was that
negotiations were proceeding
and everything
was under control.
So what the fuck happened?
Well, I'm a submarine
commander, Dr. Osborne.
I wasn't exactly at
the hub of influence,
or power for that matter.
That was my wife and kids.
Mhm.
REPORTER: Around the
north of Australia,
the flood of illegal immigrants
from the north continues.
The chief of Naval staff,
Admiral Cunningham,
said today that the
Navy had given up
trying to intercept
the refugees,
as there was little
point any longer.
The refugees are being supplied
with as much humanitarian aid
as possible, but
the aid agencies
have admitted that they can't
cope with the huge numbers.
But on land, the
Army has finally
been called in to stop the
flow of traffic to the south.
[people clamoring]
The prime minister said today
that he could understand why
people were using their
last reserves of petrol
to move towards Melbourne but
reiterated that the city was
already grossly overcrowded--
- Hi.
Hi.
REPORTER: --and
that food supplies
were limited and
service amenities
rapidly deteriorating.
He said that it was
better if people stayed
in their own cities
with their own relatives
and support networks
rather than try
to stave off the inevitable in
a distressing and pointless dash
to the South.
Bill didn't come again today?
No, he's got
another little job,
and then he'll come
and finish house.
Ha.
Ha.
He will.
There was nothing wrong with
this room in the first place.
Why did I marry an architect?
Peter, this is the first
time in my professional career
I've ever designed
anything just for us.
Well, what's the use
of a bloody sun deck?
We're coming into winter.
Well, then it'd be
wonderful in spring.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Listen, I picked up some
new trees from the nursery.
Can you help me get them
out of the back of the car?
Yeah.
Are you going to say
hello to your daughter?
Oh, look, darling, we've only
got half a tank of petrol left,
and mamma's gone and
gotten more bloody trees.
Yeah.
Yeah, isn't she silly?
If you're going to the
city tomorrow, can you please
get me some 4-inch nails.
The stand's running out.
Mary, hey.
Do you know there was a
scientist on the radio today
who said that the wind
patterns down here have been
like drastically altered
by what's going on
in the northern hemisphere
and that the radiation is
never going to get near us?
Right.
What, so you want to believe
that we're all going to die?
Of course, I don't
want to believe.
Well, there's just
as many scientists
who think it isn't
going to happen
as those that think it is.
So why would you look
on the gloomy side?
I'll see what I can
do about those nails.
Bye, daddy.
Bye-bye, whoa.
Bye-bye, daddy.
Bye, daddy.
See you later, daddy.
See you later, daddy.
OK.
[people clamoring]
[hooting]
Not exactly what
you'd call welcome.
Natives are definitely
not friendly, sir.
Are you surprised?
You blokes blew up the world.
Hey, it was the
Chinese who started this.
Takes two to make a war, man.
And we're here because your
government asked us to be here.
Yeah, so shut the
fuck up, all right?
Yeah, well, I wouldn't
wear those uniforms
on land if I was you blokes.
[glass shattering]
- Come on.
- Let's go.
Let's go.
[glass shattering]
[alarm ringing]
What's your problem, mate?
It's your fault all
this shit happened.
Fucking moron.
Look out!
[screaming]
Whoa, whoa.
[horse braying]
You OK?
- Yeah, yeah.
Thanks, mate.
Thanks.
[gun cocks]
Welcome to
Australia, commander.
Thank you, sir.
As of 1000 hours this day,
I will place my command
of submarine SSN 704,
"The Charleston,"
under your command, sir.
Much appreciated.
I request permission now to
come ashore for the last time.
There's not much we can
do for you now, sir.
Possible you can
do quite a lot.
We didn't bring you here just
to get Dr. Julian Osborne.
Would you report to my
office within the hour?
And bring Osborne with you.
Sir.
Peter.
Right on time, sir.
Well, more good luck than
good management these days, sir.
Are we nearly at stage
two already, sir?
Yes, I hate to look at it.
Peter, what are
you doing here?
He's here for the same
reason that you're here.
He was ordered to come.
But unlike you,
he came willingly.
Good boy, Peter.
Osborne, do you realize
that by attempting
to defy your government's
order to come south
you are technically
committing treason?
So shoot me.
Don't tempt me.
Commander Towers,
I'd like you to meet
Lieutenant Peter Holmes.
A pleasure, lieutenant.
I've assigned Peter to you
so he can come straight to me
for anything you
might want or need.
I need for what, sir?
We'll get to that in a minute.
Professor Nordstrum is waiting
for us in the conference room.
Jack, just a minute.
Do you mean I've
been dragged all
the way back down
here to listen to some
crackpot theory of Alan's?
He lost the plot years ago.
Well, he's very highly
regarded by everyone,
except you.
When he was my professor,
I was teaching him.
Osborne, can't you
just accept the fact
that someone might have
come up with something
that you haven't thought of?
No, not at all.
Is your sister-in-law
back in town?
Yeah.
I thought I might say hello.
Frankly, mate, the last
person on Earth I reckon she'd
like to say hello to is you.
Maybe I mess things up a bit.
A bit?
You ran out on her two
weeks before the wedding.
JULIAN OSBORNE: So I
mess things up a lot.
But now, thanks to the boys in
uniform and their toys, maybe
it's time to try and
make some sense of life.
Forgive and forget?
I wouldn't count on finding
too much forgiveness in Moira.
Do you mind if we
go and see Nordstrum?
Why not?
I could do with a laugh.
Julian.
Oh, Jack, for
Christ's sake, get real.
It's over.
I modeled every possible
scenario on your supercomputer,
and they all came up doomsday.
Just come, will you?
It's taken three
billion years of evolution
to create a species with a
brain big enough to crack
the deep codes of the universe.
And what do we do
with that knowledge?
We blow ourselves up.
Your sister-in-law
wanted to marry him, huh?
In most other respects,
she's quite sane, sir.
Are you saying that it's going
to be livable up there in what?
Three months.
Livable up where?
Show me one place where
those equations don't work.
Well, they don't get
anywhere near modeling
the real complexity.
[CHUCKLING] Well, perhaps
you could improve on them.
The cumulative effect
of these simplifications
is that you have
underestimated the time
by a factor of 100 to 100,000.
The nuclear explosions
would have ripped a huge hole
in the ozone layer in
the northern hemisphere,
and the massive
increase in UV radiation
will have the effect of
decreasing radioactivity
levels in the far north.
What about the radiation
already on its way here?
Nothing we can
do to stop that.
But somewhere, somewhere
above the 60th parallel north,
there may be a zone where
human beings can survive.
Gentlemen, sorry.
If it was true?
Well, if it were true, then
we could take Commander Tower's
submarine and our
submarines, get
under the radiation and
transport as many people
as we could to the far north.
Given the time scale, we'd
only be able to save what?
1,000 at most.
Who'd choose?
Hang on.
This is pure fantasy.
The government.
I'll be in charge of the
operation, but I'll have a say.
Will you stop this bullshit?
Hey, Dr. Osborne, if the
professor here has something
to say, I want to listen.
Admiral, you're
suggesting I take
this boat back up north
to see if radiation
levels are dropping.
Is that the idea?
Well, your boat's a lot
faster than anything we have.
Will you provide me with
the manpower and materials
so I can be operable in a week?
That's not the point.
Week's about all you've got.
Which gives
Melbourne what, sir?
Two months at best.
32 days minimum, sir, one
month to get there and back.
Look, I know it's an
extremely tight time frame.
I also know that your men have
been through hell already.
They sure have.
So what makes you so confident
these calculations are right?
Oh, there-- there are a lot of
assumptions in my calculations.
Hmm.
And since human survival is
really what's at stake here,
you're just prepared to
categorically declare
that this man here is wrong?
OK, go on.
Test your theory.
But why the hell do you need me?
Commander Towers' boat has
got a supercomputer aboard.
You can use it to make
future predictions
based on the data you collect.
Alan, couldn't you go?
I'll give you all the equations.
The survival of
mankind is not quite
important enough to you, is it?
It doesn't really
hold an appeal.
Chances of Alan's theory
holding water are about one
in a million.
I'm afraid I got better things
to do with the last few months
of my life, Commander Towers.
Alan's just had
a bypass operation.
I'm fine.
I'd be happy to go.
OK.
Alan will go.
Good.
Then can someone take me back to
the island I was hijacked from?
Julian, you'll
stay right here.
You'll phone in every
morning before 10 o'clock
and tell me your whereabouts.
Thank you, gentlemen.
Peter, hang on a second.
Peter, I owe it to you to tell
you that most of our scientists
think that Osborne is right.
A million to one chance.
You don't have to go
if you'd rather not.
I can send someone else.
You ever been on
a sub, lieutenant?
No, sir.
But they've always
fascinated me.
This is a refitted Los
Angeles-Class nuclear T-6B
with a twin caterpillar drive?
[chuckling]
Hey, Bobby.
Swain, this is
Lieutenant Holmes.
I think whatever we do
from here on in Mr. Holmes
is going to do it with us.
You poor guy.
[both laughing]
Sir.
Giles.
Giles.
Giles here's my radio operator.
Sir, I just got
word from the Aussies
that they've started
repositioning their satellites
for optimal global reception.
- Good.
That sounds good.
There'll be nothing to
pick up from the north, sir.
Well, when they get those
satellites beaming again,
you just got to
check it out, huh?
Checking the northern
hemisphere, sir?
Sounds good to me, Giles.
That's what the
captain said, Giles.
Yes, sir.
How long can you stay under?
As long as we've got
food and fuel, six months.
What about air and water?
We make our own
from the ocean.
Got about 800 movies
right here on disk.
Yeah, 90% of them X-rated.
Sir.
Light slows the pressure.
Off duty, we sit here
we read, we meditate.
Works, right, Neil?
Yeah, homicide rate's
taken a real nosedive.
And that's it.
Captain.
Not bad.
Not bad?
Not bad.
What do we have to do to
impress you Aussies, huh?
Australian, Neil.
Everything's deliberately
understated, right?
Actually it's
pretty fantastic.
Right.
You mind if I call you Peter?
Not at all, sir.
So I see the admiral had a
few words with you after I left.
Yes, sir.
I think he gave you
the option of pulling
out because he's with Osborne.
This is bullshit.
The admiral did give
me the option, sir.
But I've decided that
I'm going with you.
Is there an agenda here?
[CHUCKLING] Yes,
sir, there is.
What's in it for you?
Yeah, the chances are slim.
But at this stage of
the game, I couldn't
face myself if I didn't do
everything that I could.
Well, I like your attitude.
Permission to
speak freely, sir?
Go right ahead.
Why don't you get
away from all of this?
Even if it's for
a couple of days.
My wife and I, we've got
this place up the coast.
Well, that's real nice of you.
We've got a hell a lot
of work to get done.
We're going back up north.
Yes, sir, of course.
Although the crew leave rotation
would already be worked out,
and we are
provisioning the boat.
So--
Well, that's a
hell of an idea.
I wouldn't get
burned at the stake?
[CHUCKLES] No.
Oh, shit.
[slow country music]
Champagne, Reg.
Make it French.
Put it on my bill.
Moira, your account
is already $2,000.
Oh, Reg, you're not
going to turn into a grouch
all of a sudden, are you?
I've got to wait.
You've got six months
of French champagne
in your cellar.
I heard on the radio this
morning they think the winds
will stop it getting here.
And you believed it?
Yeah, I believed it.
But the way it's going, if
the radiation doesn't kill me,
the debts will.
No more credit.
Reg, don't be a bastard.
Give the lady champagne.
Thanks.
Martin.
Martin.
You used to have taste.
Oh, Reg, you don't think--
That's what he thinks.
I'm going to
drink his champagne,
and then I'm going to send
him straight home to his wife.
Jeez, you can dance.
Used to dance a lot,
used to laugh a lot too,
and I used to love the
thought that tomorrow
was going to be another day.
Tell me about your
family, Martin,
starting with the kids and not
more than 10 minutes on each.
Hi.
Hi.
Well, bread's not
going to be a worry
for the foreseeable future.
I've got oodles of wheat
stored in the silos.
And milk's not going
to be a problem.
And thank you.
There's plenty of
coal for electricity.
What, you sure?
Yeah, but some things
are starting to disappear.
Yes, I got the olives, but
don't count it anymore.
Did you get my 4-inch nails?
No, I tried three
different places.
How in hell am I going
to finish this place?
What exactly are
you looking for?
Just all kinds of interesting
scientists are springing up.
Not those the government
is lying to you cranks.
Listen, some of these
people are highly intelligent.
And actually, I
think the government
probably is lying to us.
What do Cunningham and
Morgan in there for?
I can't say.
You can't say?
PETER HOLMES: Sorry.
I can't say.
So you expect me to
believe the government
when you can't even tell me,
your wife, what's going on?
They think there could
be some cause for hope.
Ah, you're right.
Because if they actually
took the trouble
to read some of this stuff,
they'd be absolutely certain.
So if the northern hemisphere
is almost certainly
having a nuclear winter,
which has caused all the wind
patterns up there to reverse,
these high-speed equatorial
winds are sucking the
radiation right back up
into the northern hemisphere.
Yeah, and who's
telling you this?
This is a top
government source
who can't reveal his identity.
Oh, yeah.
OK, North Queensland
are supposed
to be getting their
radiation sickness, right?
Well, they're not.
My aunt Irene called.
She has a friend there--
One complete set
of "Encyclopedia
Britannica" I hardly ever used.
My wife knows everything.
Look, it might have
slowed down fractionally.
Oh, fractionally?
Come on.
You know, we were told it would
happen up there last week.
Do you want to
believe the worst?
No, of course I don't.
Then just sit here and
read some of this stuff.
Sweetheart, I saw
the radiation charts
when I went into the admiralty.
We're almost at stage two.
No, the wind change
pattern thing has
only just happened last week.
[phone ringing]
[clears throat]
Hello?
[music playing in background]
Mary.
Aren't you Moira?
I can't hear you.
Hey, Reg, turn the
music down, would you?
Sure.
Hey, Saturday I'm coming
down to see my niece, right?
If you still want to.
What do you mean
if I still want to?
Don't you want me to?
No, of course, I
still want you to.
- How is she?
- She's fine.
Good.
Look, I've met this guy.
Frankly, he's a pain in the
bum, but he's still got a car--
Moira.
--he's got petrol.
Don't bring any more--
don't bring any more.
Just get the train down.
Mary, don't be such a prig.
I just can't stand
any more of those guys
that you're hanging out with.
OK, forget it.
If that's the way you're
going to be, forget it.
Maybe I should have let her.
No.
Remember the last bloke your
sister brought down here?
Besides, I invited the
American sub commander
down here for the weekend.
You'll like him.
He's been through a lot.
He could use the rest.
He lose his family?
Yeah.
OK.
He can stay as long as he wants.
[WHISPERING] Go to sleep.
[clamoring]
Hey!
[violin music]
She's still comes
in here, right?
Almost every night.
Give us another one, will you?
Queen of the night?
Herself.
Wish me luck.
What the hell
are you doing here?
You're looking wonderful.
I wanted to tell you that
when I walked out on you,
I made the biggest
mistake of my life.
I wrote this to you three months
ago when I got onto the island,
and then like an idiot,
I didn't send it.
I meant it.
I still do.
So why didn't you send it?
Because he only wrote
it two minutes ago.
You finished with my pen?
Thanks, Reg.
Pleasure.
You can't blame
a bloke for trying.
It's what I should have written.
Jules, you're back in town.
You're bored, and you want
to climb back into my bed.
If that's all I wanted, I
got plenty of numbers to ring.
Well, I suggest you
go and ring them then.
I've got us into
a great gourmet
guest house at Queenscliff.
It's still offering an
almost complete menu.
I'm going to my sister's
place for the weekend.
The lovebirds.
That should be fun.
I want to see Jenny.
The guest house is
just down the road.
Why don't you do
whatever aunties
do and then come on down?
I mean it.
Walking out on you was the
biggest mistake of my life.
Jules, whatever
we had is over.
Don't ever come
in this bar again.
[train huffing]
[bell chiming]
Hi.
How are you doing?
American or Canadian?
Oh, I suppose the smart
thing to be is say Canadian.
I see Americans are about
as popular around here
as cockroaches.
Well, you guys did
press the trigger.
Family back there?
Yes, ma'am.
I'm sorry.
Like a drink?
No, thanks.
So since Taiwan was
already being invaded,
I'm just curious.
What do you think
we should have done?
I'm not exactly sure,
but not what you did.
Oh, we think the
Chinese fired first.
Well, that makes
me feel a lot better.
Sorry.
But it's hard not to
feel a little pissed off.
Well, whatever happened,
it was stupid, wasn't it?
Yeah, it was incredibly
appallingly, but stupid.
However, it was not
America who invaded
Taiwan just for the record.
Hey, I'm not blaming you.
If it was one of
your politicians
or your military with their
bloody warrior mentality
sitting there, I would be.
"We're protecting your
freedom" really worked.
You sure you don't want a drink?
Actually, I could use a drink.
So where are you headed?
My sister's.
And you?
I'm just getting
out of the city.
Are you ready?
[whistling]
It's getting like the old days.
My dad said they used
to get their milk ladled
in their bellies by the milkman.
Yeah, this one's a speed freak.
Faster I pedal,
the more she yells.
Like the bike?
Yeah.
Yeah.
Listen, I asked a few
people over for dinner
tonight, sort of a little
party to cheer Dwight up.
What?
Not that featherbrained couple.
Well, you know, you have to
invite people within walking
distance these days.
This is going
to be a disaster.
Hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey, hey, hey.
I'll make my lasagna.
Oh, you're allowed
to fix everything.
Come here.
[giggling]
And the train will be arriving
soon, so I'd better go get him.
Your sister did say
she wasn't coming?
Well, that's the
impression I got.
She didn't call.
I've got this
sudden awful feeling.
Don't.
That would really be
courting disaster.
[train whistling]
[indistinct chattering]
Peter!
Oh, no.
This is Dwight.
Can you believe
someone's called Dwight?
Yeah, we had a
president called Dwight.
Oh, well, no wonder
you stuffed things up.
Can we give Dwight a lift
to wherever he's going.
I don't think that
should be a problem.
How are we doing, Peter?
- Good.
Moira, this is commander Towers.
Yep, warrior mentality.
I'm just a cog in the
old war machine, buddy.
That's me.
Pity.
I was just beginning
to like him.
Oh, you still got petrol.
Half a tank.
Hey, but this is a
special occasion.
I drive.
Moira, no.
You drive like a maniac.
Don't be pathetic, Peter.
And you've been drinking.
Have you seen alcohol pass
my lips this morning, Dwight.
Hell of a lot more
than it passed mine.
In the back.
Nope, in the back.
Warrior, a tattletale.
One more strike and
you're out, Dwight.
[chuckles]
Yeah, you can
choose your friends,
but you can't choose
your family, can you?
You said it, brother.
Yep.
[moira whistles]
Oh, we're here.
Oh.
Oh, it's true, isn't it?
You just want to
love them to death.
You just want to eat them up.
There's plenty of
food inside for that.
Oh, why have I wasted my life?
Why didn't I have one of
these, three of these?
There were a few men around
who would have put up with me.
Yes, you found
them too boring.
And the one that wasn't
turns out to be a dead shit.
Oops.
Naughty Auntie Moira.
Don't mention his
name this weekend.
I want to enjoy myself.
We all want to enjoy
ourselves this weekend.
Mary, this is Dwight Towers.
I didn't know my
sister was coming.
Don't lie.
You rang and said there
was a Yankee coming down
and could I give him
what he'd been missing.
Moira.
But it's not going to work.
We met on the train, and the
chemistry's just not there.
Don't listen to her.
I don't know if
that's possible.
Don't worry.
From now on, I will cease
all attempts at humor.
Oh, don't.
I mean, hell, it's
already been quite a while
now between laughs.
[laughing]
Where's my present?
It's caught up somewhere.
Where?
Upstairs?
Make yourself at home.
Thank you.
I'm just going
to put you in here.
Thanks, man.
[laughter]
Merry Christmas, pop.
Come on, dad.
Dad, come and help
us make the tree.
If you don't like the color,
sweetheart, we can change it.
There you go.
Come on, dad.
No, I love it.
I really do.
Your house, I love it.
I really do.
Well, why don't you sit down
and make yourself comfortable?
Thank you.
Peter, do you want to
get the commander a drink?
No, Dwight, please.
Dwight.
Well, get Dwight a drink.
Thanks, ma'am.
This is great.
Nice place here, Peter.
Thank you.
Yeah, well, thank you.
Mary's adding to it.
[WHISPERING] It reminded
him of his family.
What?
[WHISPERING] The cottage.
It reminded him of the family.
Well, we better
keep him occupied.
Why don't you take
him out to the beach?
I hope he bloody swims.
I'm not great with sandcastles.
Guess who's back in town?
I know.
Don't go near him.
I had to nurse you through the
damage he did to you last time.
It is the same old
thing all over again.
My head was saying no.
My heart was screaming yes.
It's the most remote
island in the world, right?
1,000 miles around the
whole goddamn island.
Go, girl.
I'll get my bucket and spade.
[laughter]
[indistinct chattering]
Please.
It's all right, Dwight.
In this country if you
help a girl with a lotion,
you don't have to marry her.
What's on the
menu tonight, Peter?
Lasagna.
My own special recipe.
Oh, at least Mary and I
worked it out together.
Sharon and I do
a great lasagna.
There you go.
Did I hear you guys boasting
about what great sailors
you used to be?
Well, it might interest
you both to know that I
used to be junior champion.
Either of you game?
Whoo-hoo!
Coming up on your port side!
[laughing]
Yeah!
Yeah, sucker!
Here I come!
Whoo-hoo!
All right!
Hey, where the hell
you think you're going?
All right!
Hey, what are you doing?
I think you people are crazy!
What are you doing?
Are you crazy?
[shrieks]
You son of a--
Hey, wrong way, Dwight!
You people are crazy.
Here they come.
Here they come.
What would you say, Mary,
if I told you the captain
of a billion-dollar high-tech
warship was beaten in a yacht
race by a woman in a sarong?
Yeah, well, she
cheats for one thing.
Dwight, you're a bad loser.
Sharon, you see--
you-- Sharon is my wife.
Sorry about that.
What do you say we get
that lasagna going, Peter?
You got fresh tomatoes?
- Yep.
- Yay.
- You got basil?
Yeah, we've got basil.
We've got tomatoes and basil.
Want some help?
Yeah, why not?
Thank you.
So what do you do for sex?
I'm sorry.
All your men under
water all that time.
I've always wondered.
I mean, is it like prisons?
Do you all go gay
for the duration?
Well, if they do, I
haven't really noticed.
Don't tell me they just
have the odd wet dream.
[chuckles]
Why won't we just
peel these tomatoes?
Oh, boy.
[CROSSTALK]
[glass clacking]
I just like to
say a few words.
Oh?
Since they've
come to Falmouth,
Peter and Mary have been
a wonderful addition
to our community.
Yeah, yeah.
And in these
awful, awful times,
it really is a huge comfort
to get together like this.
It sure is.
So Peter, Mary, thank you.
[clapping]
And the lasagna
is sensational.
Now that I can't take
any of the credit for.
Dwight took over the lasagna.
That was all his doing.
Superb.
Absolutely superb.
I wish Graham
could cook like that.
Now tell me.
What's it like being in
charge of a submarine?
Oh, it's a bit routine
and boring, I'm afraid.
It's like being an
airline pilot, I suppose.
Pay you a lot of money for
the odd moment of terror.
Yeah, I guess so.
I don't know.
So now tell me.
Where were you when
they set the bomb--
ow.
What?
Moira, it's a phone for you.
For me?
Hello?
Listen to this.
Canard l'orange,
brochette de scallops.
I've eaten.
Good.
It means we can get down
to some serious drinking.
No more Krug, I'm afraid,
but they have promised me
their last Dom Perignon.
And as I have my runabout, I
can be there in 10 minutes.
Jules, don't you
bloody well dare.
I just don't see why we
have to be so pessimistic.
Absolutely.
There's some really brilliant
stuff on the internet.
It says the radiation is
never going to get near us.
That scientists
said on Radio National
that it's now almost certain
that the radiation is
being sucked up to the north.
- So what you say, Peter?
Which scientist?
On what program?
Well, I can't
remember his name,
but well, he sounded as if he
knew what he was talking about.
He didn't.
He was just grabbing
a second or two
of cheap glory telling people
what they wanted to hear.
Are you coming, Moira?
And what makes
you such an expert?
Have you heard
of the Gleak Prize?
No.
It's like the Nobel
Prize for mathematics.
And you won it, I suppose?
Yes, he did.
Bugger off, Jules.
No way, Jos, not without you.
You just think
you are so smart.
How come there's no radiation
in North Queensland?
There's not one case.
It was on the news today.
Gastroenteritis, they're
calling it, aren't they?
Julian, do you
want to piss off?
Shoot the messenger.
Charming.
I think the host just asked
you to leave, Dr. Osborne.
Well then, I don't
see a need for you
to add your voice to
the chorus, John Wayne.
Julian.
The problem is that the
world has listened to Americans
for far too bloody long.
Are you coming, Moira, or not?
No.
Well, then I guess
I'll just stay.
Oh, romance has blossomed.
You're drunk, Jules.
Now piss off.
You're on a good
thing, Dwight.
I can tell you a
bloody good thing.
Oh, I think the captain's about
to say something like, hey,
buddy, you're way out of line.
You are.
Now get lost.
Oh, well, good
night, everyone.
It was lovely meeting you.
I don't know.
If "Old Ironsides" here,
who drove a boat armed
to the gunwales
with atomic weapons,
proves a disappointment,
I'm in room 407.
How many did you fire, Dwight?
And don't give me the
Nuremberg defense of I
was just following orders.
Good night, everyone.
Moira's taste in men
has always been bizarre.
[chuckles]
Give us a break, Mary.
He might be a pain in the
arse, but he's no dope.
At least I could choose
someone who was sane.
Oh, yeah?
Sane enough to be a
cog in the machine
that just blew us all up?
Oh, god, you sound
like a broken record.
Just give it a rest.
I would if there wasn't
this radioactive cloud
about to hit us.
At least Jules had been warning
idiots like your husband
about it for years.
You know, I don't think Peter
had anything to do with this.
But you did, didn't you, mate?
You had nuclear warheads
on your bloody sub.
Hmm.
Well, if you'll excuse me.
And Mary, that was great work.
Thank you.
[waves breaking]
I'm sorry.
Really, I-- I apologize.
Well, don't.
I carry warheads on my boat.
That is correct.
I was damn proud of it too.
I served my country the
best way I knew how.
The only question I
ask myself these days,
and I'm asking every
single millisecond now,
whatever the hell is left of
what I got, if where was I,
where were you?
Where were any of us?
Because I don't know what
the hell to insane nations
were doing facing each
other down all those years.
All that had to be done was
at the brains, you know?
The rational minds, the
so-called best, you know?
All they had to do was
just come, just come.
Come to the tables,
negotiate, break little bread.
Do you know we had
a combined arsenal
of 65,000 nuclear warheads.
I have failed to find
the logic in that.
No logic.
All I know is I'm
raising a family now
on a government
salary, and I got
a 10-year-old son in school.
And that kid, he's on his way
to being a basketball champion.
And he moves down a court
like you can't even believe.
I got a seven-year-old
little girl.
I tell you if she
was here tonight,
she'd have turned this
place into a cartoon.
She'd have been doing
impersonations of us.
She's stubborn as hell.
She's just like her mommy.
She's just like her mommy.
Sharon?
The best, you know.
These are the best things.
Talking about the best things.
[thunder rumbling]
[laughing]
Bedtime.
I'll show you where
you're sleeping.
You might think I'm being
noble giving you the bed.
Not a chance.
It's as hard as a rock.
Oh, I can't do that.
[sighs]
What's the word for someone
who's very drunk in America?
Plastered?
Off your face?
Totalled?
You're plastered.
Mhm.
Plastered.
Hmm.
This is probably going
to sound crazy to you--
You feel like you're
cheating on your wife.
I knew there had to be men of
principle somewhere, Dwight.
I just never met one before--
It's just one part
of my brain doesn't--
Dwight, it's OK.
It's OK.
Oh.
[train rumbling]
Back to the real world.
What do you do?
I own a small travel agency.
It seems there's nowhere
much to travel to these days.
I mainly do nothing.
So if you were at a loose
end, give me a call.
Well, your government's got
me on a pretty tight schedule.
I would like that.
We're very grateful that
you're prepared to take
this trip, commander.
Thank you, prime minister.
I guess I have my questions.
By all means.
OK, let's suppose life
can continue up there--
Selection?
It will be brutal.
Criteria, young, fit,
intelligent, resourceful,
fertile.
There'll be as little favoritism
as possible, commander.
Ken and I have already
ruled ourselves out.
I guess I'd like to request an
assurance that none of my crew
be replaced.
I think if they're going to
be survivors, as we only hope
there will be, I would
certainly want everyone
in my crew to be amongst them.
You have my guarantee.
I also think if
Lieutenant Holmes here
is willing to put
himself at risk
by accompanying us as he
is, I think that guarantee
should go for his family.
That's not a condition
that I've requested, sir.
I think the lieutenant
and his family
would meet your selection
criteria perfectly,
prime minister.
You have my guarantee on
that too, Commander Towers.
I am very grateful, sir.
Well, that's it.
Oh, commander,
cabinet has decided
that you ought to be promoted.
Chief of naval operations
under Admiral Cunningham
with the full rank of admiral.
Congratulations.
I always wanted to
make it to the top.
Not this way.
[chuckles]
[chattering]
Thank you.
So?
Another beer please.
So I got an assurance
from the prime minister.
Gave me his word.
We go?
You go.
Guys will really
appreciate this.
There was no way
in hell I was going
to sail without that guarantee.
This weekend, did you
happen to meet a woman
with a dangerously sexy voice?
Why?
Well, she called.
Who called?
Captain, if she looks
half as good as she sounds,
I'd phone right now.
You know, we got 1,000 things
to do if that boat's going
to be ready on time, Neil.
- Yeah, In that case, I'll call.
What's your number?
She's not your type.
Why don't you pay
the check, huh?
OK.
I've been underwater six months.
Every woman is my type.
Keep the change.
Your friend's waiting
for you on board, sir.
What are you talking about?
Friend.
As in, female,
friendly, fabulous.
Sounds like you had an
interesting weekend, sir.
Nobody gets on
board this boat, son,
without top security clearance.
Is that clear?
But she said you
were expecting her--
Are you guys on drugs?
I mean, maybe we should
all just jump off
the planet right now, right?
Who is responsible for
educating these dingbats?
Because you've proven
out to be a major fucking
difficulty in my life.
And what we have here,
as you can clearly see--
watch your back.
--is the nerve center
of the entire operation.
This area is manned
24 hours a day.
Well, here's the captain now.
Nice ship.
Boat.
Thank you so much for
asking me to have a look.
I'm sorry I'm a little early.
[laughing]
That's all right.
Ms. Davidson is a sister
of our Australian liaison
officer, Lieutenant Holmes.
Sister-in-law.
Sister-in-law.
That's correct.
My apologies.
I'm just going to show Ms.
Davidson the rest of the boat
now.
Chief.
Yes, sir.
Neil.
Right this way, ma'am.
These are my
quarters, so to speak.
[laughing]
If someone doesn't
call me back, then fine.
In this case, I thought
there was a little
more going on than two ships--
Sorry.
boats Passing in the night.
I wanted to.
I just got a big
boat to get ready
here by 0400 hours tomorrow.
So--
I just spoke to your chief,
and he said everything here
is under control.
He said if you were gone for two
days, you would even be missed.
[chuckles]
Well, is there anything else
you discussed with my chief
I should know about?
I've got this little place
I bought a few years ago.
So if you like
fresh strawberries,
solitude, and the sound of surf
at night, you could do worse.
Moira.
Sorry.
It was very insensitive of
me to barge in like this.
Bon voyage, Dwight.
Whoa, whoa, where
are you going?
[exhales heavily]
How do you get to this place?
Is it far?
Give me a few hours
to work on that one.
Yeah, Moira.
Yeah, I've got some planes.
I've got some helicopters.
I've even got some fuel.
But I've got no pilots.
They've all shot through.
Can't you do it for me?
Listen, honey, you know
I'd do anything for you,
but I only fly the ones with
the propellers at the front.
Sorry.
Problems?
[shrieks]
Having problems?
How the hell did
you get in here?
You didn't change the lock.
I assumed you'd
have enough decency
never to use the key again.
Bad mistake.
What do you want, Jules?
Another chance.
Jules, I finally worked
out what your problem is.
What?
Your problem is you
don't have a problem.
Most kids grow up feeling
inadequate in at least
one area of their life.
Not good looking
enough, not coordinated
enough, not smart enough.
You've learned nothing.
You're still one
big spoiled kid.
Kids grow up, eventually.
Not without pain, they don't.
If you're about to
tell me to get lost,
then that's paying big time.
Do you know how much
I loved you, Jules?
I do now.
Too late.
I've been looking back over
my life and everyone I hurt,
and it's not pretty.
What I did to you is
pretty unforgivable.
So Why'd you do it then?
I guess I was
scared it couldn't
keep being as good as it was.
Probably wouldn't have.
Nothing ever does.
Still would have
been good, though.
I understand that now.
I understand a
lot of things now.
Jules, it's too late.
Oh, for Christ's sake.
I'm here on my knees
telling you I love you.
Do you think I'm lying?
[chuckling]
No.
Can we go to your farm?
No.
Why not?
Because--
Because why?
Because I'm going
there with Dwight.
Dwight?
Do you like Dwight?
I don't know what I feel.
You can't be serious.
I've never met a
bloke so stitched up.
He's lost his kids,
his wife, his country.
Considering all that, I
reckon he's doing pretty good.
Yeah, well, you
can't go anywhere.
They cut the train
services this morning.
Well, you've got
a car and fuel.
What, I'm going to give
them to you and Dwight?
You owe me.
No way.
Please.
Moira, I'm working on
becoming a better human being,
but I haven't come that far.
Here.
[doors creaking]
Oh, my god.
Must be a boy thing.
So who's the guy
who lent us this?
An old friend.
I presume this is
the one he lent us.
I'm not so good
with formula racers.
Holy smokes.
I guess so.
He's a professional?
Oh, no, just a hobby.
He used to race on weekends.
Not on this.
Sure knows his cars.
This Ferrari is one of
the greatest ever built.
I'll tell him.
He'll be pleased.
Wow.
Where are you going?
I'm not drunk now.
I drive fast.
Moira, this is a piece of
high-precision machinery.
So am I. We
understand one another.
Trust me.
[engine revving]
[laughing]
Moira.
Yeah.
Not a little fast, huh?
Faster?
You want faster?
No.
[tires screeching]
Better?
Or maybe a tad faster.
[engine revving]
This is sensational.
I looked for this
place for months.
As soon as I came
around the corner,
I knew this was the one.
You make it down here often?
No.
But always with
the wrong person.
So what's it all about?
The trip.
They don't send you away
at this stage for weeks
unless it's something important.
Well, I'd love to
share it with you.
There's that old top
security, you know?
Security?
Who are we keeping secrets from?
Everyone's been annihilated.
I'm not going to tell anyone.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey, can I help you?
I believe you've been
issued with the pill.
Sorry.
They're not available yet.
Mate, I'm being
called away by the navy,
and I don't know if I'm going
to make it back in time.
Come on.
I might not get back at all, and
I've got a wife and daughter.
Listen, you need to be
authorized by the navy,
and I'm under strict
government orders
not to distribute them yet.
Yeah.
Hey.
What the hell, we're all going
to be gone in a few months.
The pills are painless, and
they work in a few minutes.
The syringe is for
pets and children.
Hell of a way for the human
adventure to end, isn't it?
A little blue pill.
Good luck.
[thunder rumbling]
Do you honestly think that
I'm going to murder my own child
because of what some stupid
government scientist says
might happen?
Sweetheart.
For God's sake, Peter.
Just have some faith.
Everything's going to be fine.
I know you meant
it for the best.
Mary, I've been asked
to go on a tour of duty.
What?
Come here.
I only got the pills in
case I didn't come back.
I just couldn't stand
the thought of you
and Jenny getting very sick.
Where have you got to go?
For how long?
Sweetheart, just
say you were wrong,
say the radiation
was coming, but now,
suddenly, there's a chance.
There's a very real chance.
Chances are pretty
damn slim if you ask me.
I guess we'd be crazy
not to check it out.
Remember these?
Well, just.
They were my grandmother's.
[upbeat dance music]
Scratchy, imperfect,
but I love it.
Why, because it
was your mom's?
No, because they're
from the past.
Somehow they're
warmer, more human.
[moira laughs]
I tried to hire a
helicopter that would
have landed us right here.
I couldn't get a pilot.
But you should have told me.
I joined the Navy as a
helicopter pilot when I was 23.
Dwight, is there
anything you can't do?
[giggles]
I tried to learn Korean once.
Every time I ask for a pressed
shirt, she'd go shopping.
Can you lie?
No, not very well.
Why?
I can.
So far, I haven't
had to with you,
which is a very good start.
You know what I think?
What?
I think if there's
no radiation up north,
you're coming with me.
Now that's what I think.
I'm not the stuff of
which new worlds are born.
The computers will
whirl and say,
good time party girl, no way.
OK.
Unless you're not on
board, I won't be either.
How's that?
[giggling]
Jesus!
Oh, my god!
[tires squealing]
Stupid son of a bitch.
What the hell do you
think you're doing?
You're trying to kill someone?
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
Oh, Jesus.
Oh, Jesus.
They didn't know.
They didn't even know.
Look at that.
They didn't even tell them.
Jesus.
Jesus.
So the gauge on the feed
line that was sticking
has been repaired, sir.
Also the trim tank's
been patched up.
We're just about ready to sail.
Good.
Byers and Sullman, sir.
The Aussie police found
them on a houseboat.
Two young women, sir.
Do you know every officer and
seaman on this boat reported
for duty on time today?
Do you have any idea why?
Because they're
fucking idiots.
What's the story here?
The story, sir, is that it's
the end of the goddamn world.
Why the fuck are we sailing
off where there ain't nothing
but 200 rads of radiation?
Well, I think this
crew understand full
well the implications
of this mission,
and I think they know that
every man on board this boat
depends on every
other man doing a job.
I think they do it well, and I
think they do it with respect.
And you cop an
attitude with me again,
son, I'm going to rip your
little goddamn head off
right here, I'm going to use
it for a fucking foot ball.
I don't need anyone on
this boat who doesn't
want to be in this boat.
So I'll tell you what, you go
back to your girlfriend's right
now.
You do whatever
the hell you like.
We're going to do
without you, OK?
Sir, I'll stay--
Eat shit!
Get off this boat.
Get the fuck off this boat
before I pile-drive you off!
Son, get out of here.
If I see you again
in my lifetime,
I'm going to rip you an
asshole, son, the size of what
you did not know you were.
Is there anyone else here
who didn't report for duty?
Everyone except
Professor Nordstrum, sir.
Well, where the hell is he?
I've got no idea, sir.
Hey, he's not going.
I am.
You go take a course
in attitude before you
get in this boat, pal.
Cunningham's been
trying to contact you.
Seems there might be some point
to this journey after all.
What's he talking about?
I want to drown this bastard.
What point?
What point are
you talking about?
I'll take you
over to admiralty.
They can explain.
I got my car over here.
How was your weekend, commander?
Hop in.
Has Dr. Osborne
filled you in yet?
Admiral Towers was deep in
thought on the way over, sir,
so I thought I'd
leave it to you.
We retasked our satellite
into a higher orbit yesterday,
and someone up beyond
the 60th parallel
is trying to send a
video transmission.
Video transmission?
We're receiving
IP traffic from a PC
with a video package attached.
There are no
power sources left
up there to send a damn thing.
Well, there's wind
power and solar power,
and somebody has to have loaded
the DVD into the computer
and sent the message.
It's irregular, coming through
in the late morning their time.
Sometimes not coming
through at all.
There's a text message attached,
but the message is corrupted.
I've got someone
working on it right now.
Sir, do you want to tell me
how anyone could have survived?
Deep bunker.
And maybe, just-- just
maybe the radiation levels
have dropped enough
so that someone
can come out for a short space
of time and send a signal.
So we're saying
Nordstrum's theory is right?
Well, I can't come
up with another theory,
so I guess it has
to be a possibility.
How long before
we see this message?
Could be hours, could be days.
So when do we sail?
Well, if you do come,
you're under my command.
I hope you understand that.
Absolutely.
You steer the boat and
I'll just quietly work out
whether the world
has a future or not.
We're going home, Dwight.
Yep.
Going home.
You really do know your way
around one of these brutes,
don't you?
I've always been good
with complex systems
as long as they're not female.
I've noticed.
What are you doing now?
I'm trying out
an improved model
of atmospheric wind shear.
Do you really
think there's hope?
Well, something bloody
weird's happening up there,
that's for sure.
You know, the first
definite cases have
been reported in Queensland.
Do you think we're going
to get back in time?
Depends how well Captain
Ahab can steer this boat.
I think we're in good hands.
Well, Moira would
agree with you.
She's fallen for
the guy, a bloke
that makes the Sphinx look
like the life of the party.
What's going on?
Surface radiation
is up 40 rads, sir.
We're going under
gentlemen, all the way.
Prepare to dive.
Prepare to dive.
[clamoring]
You Yanks call this curry?
This is pathetic.
I wouldn't dare serve this
up to a bloke at home.
Oh, you like it hotter, huh?
He likes it hotter.
Well, let's see what
we can do for him.
Hey, Gratino.
- Yo.
Hey, bring on the
special sauce over here.
We got a contender.
[laughter]
[chattering]
Lots of special sauce.
- You got the special.
- A little bit hot.
- Yes.
- Few extra hot.
You got the special.
Bring it on.
Here we go.
[men exclaiming]
You're an artist, Gratino.
One for me.
One for you.
OK?
Oh, yeah.
[men cheering]
Bring a little tear to your eye?
Oh.
Yeah.
[clamoring]
You like that, huh?
[cheering]
No, no, no.
No water.
No water.
Come on.
What are you doing?
Oh, fuck.
[laughter]
[cheering, clapping]
[equipment beeping]
Bring her up to
periscope depth, Neil.
Yes, sir.
Pilot, take it up
to periscope depth.
Yes, sir.
We have periscope depth, sir.
Melbourne get those satellites
bouncing up there yet, Giles?
No word from the
Australian command, sir.
You get a status on
search for traffic up there?
[beeping]
Jesus Christ, I'm getting live
IP-based commercial traffic.
Are you pulling my chain?
Received the same time of day
as Melbourne received it, sir.
Find the frequency for
alarm status right now.
Track the origin of
that son of a bitch.
Originating from Anchorage.
Anchorage?
Downloading now, sir.
It'll take a second or two.
There's a megabyte
of video attached.
Well, let's hope we can read
this damn thing right now.
Come on, baby.
Talk to me.
Video attachment
one opened, sir.
I'll try recovering the message.
- Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.
I don't get it.
Everyone's supposed to be gone.
End of story.
[beeping]
Talk to me.
[beeping]
"Don't despair.
Don't despair."
Holy Mother of God.
Hell, someone's up there.
[cheering]
Don't despair.
That's a great start.
That's a great start.
It's looking good, captain.
Sir, there's a lot
more message there.
I'll-- I'll try to rebuild the
frames and the headers and see
what I can come up with.
That's a great start.
That's a great start.
[beeping]
Security battle stations.
Second section, take the watch.
Well, you've had the boat
for a week now, captain.
I guess you noticed how
quickly she responds.
Always a little shudder, though,
when you push it too hard.
Best to ease her into it.
Thanks.
Anything else?
Just one thing, sir.
ALL: You hate
showing her backsides
to the Japanese submarine.
You hate showing her backsides
to Japanese submarines.
Turn that thing off!
"Run Silent, Run Deep,"
united artists 1958.
Best damn submarine
movie ever made.
Here's a piece of
movie trivia for you.
How many of you know that
film was financed by Burt
Lancaster, the man himself?
Now that man knew that the
best Marine was a submarine.
[laughter]
Gentlemen, I think secrecy at
this particular point in time
is absolute horseshit,
so I'm going
to get right to the point.
We're getting some IP traffic.
[mumbling]
It's coming from a PC
with a video attachment.
It's being transmitted right
now from somewhere north
of the 60th parallel.
[cheering]
Now some scientists
down there believe
this radiation in the far
north may have dropped,
may have dropped a hell of a lot
faster than we ever expected.
Obviously, this means that
someone or some group survived,
thank god.
Or they came out of a shelter.
Life may be worth living
at least somewhere
north of the 60th parallel.
If that is the case, as soon
as this mission is completed,
you all have the right to
be among those survivors
and remain there
if you so choose.
[cheering]
Listen to me.
Listen to me.
This is hope.
It's based on a theory.
I don't want to get
too juiced up about it.
I mean, shit, we
don't even know what
those girls up there look like.
[laughter]
What did the message say, sir?
Literally, it said,
"Don't despair."
Someone is still
alive up there.
It certainly
seems like it to me.
So where's the
message coming from?
As far as we fix
it, Anchorage, Alaska.
We just changed course now.
[chattering]
We're going to be
there in three days.
[cheering]
I'm going to get back
to you as fast as I can.
This is good hope, guys.
I'm going home!
I'm going home!
I'm going home!
I'm going home!
I'm going home!
What?
No matter what I
feed the computer,
the answers do not
come out right.
Maybe you're feeding
it the wrong stuff.
It's the right
stuff, believe me.
How can you explain
a message that opens
"don't despair" unless
someone with good news
is trying to get through?
How can you explain
a power source
suddenly coming
alive after months
unless someone
turned on a switch?
I can't.
Then why can't you admit
you might be bloody wrong?
Sorry.
I thought this was
a long shot too.
When you get a message--
I might be wrong, OK?
Look, Mary is just so
sure we're going to survive.
Yeah, Mary's great.
You've got a real
fighter there, mate.
When you got a kid, you
know, you can't imagine--
Hey, I want the
radiation to have dropped,
because if it has,
then I get to go too.
I know it's strictly
against regulations, sir,
but I'd really like to
send an email to Mary
just to let her know
there's some hope.
I could bend the
rules for that.
You go do it.
Thank you.
Pseudonym for calamity
starting with C, 11 letters.
It's cataclysm.
Oh, I don't know.
Should I repaint the house?
That's nine letters.
Mary, why do you bother?
It's a job I started,
and I want to finish it.
You never change, do you?
- Yeah, neither do you.
- Relax.
Have a drink yourself.
Well, I don't see the point in
writing myself off every night.
I'm not writing myself off.
Don't you ever get tense, edgy?
What are you edgy about?
Dwight's promised you.
Oh, believe me.
I have quite a few promises
from quite a few men.
Yeah, but he means it.
Mary, face it.
This trip up north is about
a million to one shot.
You are such a bloody cynic.
Realist.
Well, at least I try and
look for the positives instead
of wallowing in despair.
I mean, at least I'm trying to
make something with my life.
And I don't?
No, you don't.
I mean, OK, I was the
dull little sister
with the fabulous big sister
who no one ever noticed,
mom, dad, or anyone else.
Oh, come on.
Mom and dad adored you.
The only person they
ever talked about was you.
Well, how come
six months before he
died, dad yelled, why can't
you be more like your sister?
I was the--
I lived in your shadow.
And you never spoke
to me until I was 18.
It's because you
weren't worth speaking to.
[cackles]
You know what?
I'd swap my life
for yours anytime.
I might be dull, but I found
a husband I love, a job I love,
and a daughter I adore, and I
cannot accept that that's going
to be taken away from me.
[WHISPERING] It's catastrophe.
Hmm?
Your word, it's--
it's catastrophe.
[laptop beeping]
It's from Peter.
"Don't despair.
Don't-- don't despair."
See, I told you.
[SOFTLY] Don't despair.
I know-- I know we're
going to survive.
Downloading now, sir.
With video attachment
sent almost
the same time of day, 10:59.
Take a look at this, Charles.
Video attachment
one opened, sir.
Try the message.
[beeping, whirring]
Whales?
Helpful.
Well, they probably
would have survived.
They spend most of their
time deep underwater.
Mate, whales breathe
air like the rest of us.
Well, maybe the
radiation was never
that high in the far north.
Big message to send
would have been that humans
had bloody well survived.
Why are they telling
us about whales?
If they're
transmitting, I think
it's pretty obvious that
human beings have survived.
I can't wait for
the next message.
Maybe the Arctic wood
duck is thriving too.
They're just
letting us know what
conditions are like up there.
Can you get any more of that?
You're looking
pensive, admiral.
What do you think?
I'd appreciate it if you
didn't call me admiral.
But Dwight, oh,
son, you are one.
What do you think?
Well, till we decipher
more of this message,
I think is fruitless
to speculate.
Fine then.
Let's just keep
the fantasy alive.
When we get to Alaska,
there's going to be
a bloody great party going on.
Is that what you
all want me to say?
I think we'd all
like you to say right
now just as little as possible.
What I will say is I've been
feeding that supercomputer
the best equations it's
ever had in its life,
and it keeps telling me no.
Why don't we do a surface
radiation reading right now?
Because we're not
far enough north.
48 degrees?
I'd expect some kind of drop.
And our orders are to wait
till we're over 60 degrees.
Come on now--
And if there is
no drop, morale
around here is going
to get blown to hell,
and I can't afford it.
Do you understand that?
Maybe the ostriches
have survived too.
They bury their
heads in the sand.
You know, the guys would
probably rather know, sir.
Release a sonar buoy, Bobby.
Yes, sir.
[beeping]
5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
Give me a reading
and patch it in.
130, sir.
Down 50 rads from last.
[clapping]
I guess we do have a drop.
Still within the range
of normal variation.
What, 50 points?
Are you kidding?
Bobby.
Sorry, sir.
Can we do another
reading in an hour?
If it's still around 130,
I might get interested.
And if a third is at
or below that level,
then I might get bloody excited.
We're going to take
a reading when we
get to Anchorage, Dr. Osborne.
I think that's the reading
that's really going to count.
I need all the data I can get.
We will take a reading
when we get to Anchorage.
Is that rational, commander?
You know, I guess it's not.
I guess I want word to
get around down there
we did drop 50
rads because I want
my guys to feel a
little hope, you
know, just for a day or two.
Like, I want to feel some hope.
You heard of hope, doc?
As in hope springs eternal.
Our hope and glory.
How about the
"Great White Hope."
How about I hope a fucking
elephant sits in your fat ass,
you cynical bastard.
[chuckles]
What's behind--
Take off the
goddamn sunglasses.
I have to see what's
going on in your eyes.
Come on.
- Did you miss me.
See when he says
that's a diversion
because Garcia's got some big.
That's why he says that.
Get your hand off it.
[men exclaiming]
All right, come on.
Just take them off.
First, take them off.
He never takes them--
[men clamoring]
That's so sexy.
That's it.
I'm out, gentlemen.
All right, I'll see your 50,
and I'll raise it another 50.
I never bluffed, lieutenant.
Then why did you
raise me again?
Because I couldn't stand to
see you walking around here
like living dead
if I wiped you out.
[men clamoring]
Bob, you haven't
even seen my cards yet.
Come on.
Oh, really?
Full house, baby.
Oh, dear.
1, 2, 3, four of a kind.
He set you up, baby.
You should've kept
your glasses on, Bobby.
OK, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Sure, he won some money.
Let's see how long he lasts.
Come on.
No, I'm out of here.
You ain't going
to see that again.
Garcia, you can't
quit while you're ahead.
Guys get shot for doing that.
Swain, the only reason
I'm even playing this game
is so that one day I
could win all your money
and then just get up and leave.
[laughter]
Nobody's that big an asshole.
Nobody.
I know you think you run
this fricking boat, Garcia,
but I'm telling you--
Hey, Bob, enough.
Sir, what you did was right.
And if you'd have said one more
word, I'd have fuck you up.
Hey, for fuck's sake,
that's ancient history.
- Fuck that, man.
- It is history, Bobby.
Bobby, come on.
There's plenty of time to
win your money back, man.
Come on.
Don't be an asshole.
Sit here and play.
Tony, sit down and play.
Please.
Come on.
All right, yeah.
What the hell.
Three more hands.
You understand me?
Anchorage harbor, sir.
I'll get the captain.
Captain, we're here sir.
[chattering]
We're here.
Full astern, chief.
Full astern, aye, aye, sir.
Hold it here.
Holding.
Give me depth.
It's 150, sir.
OK, release your buoy.
Yes, sir.
[beeping]
Sonar buoy deployed, sir.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0.
It's up there, sir.
I'm not getting a reading, sir.
[clapping, cheering]
Got to be some background
radiation here, Mr. Garcia.
Might be a
defective buoy, sir.
- Send up another.
- Yes, sir.
Sonar buoy deployed, sir.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, zero.
It's on the surface, sir.
[high-pitched whirring]
It's over 150 rads, sir.
Goddammit!
Fuck!
Then who the hell is
sending us that goddamn--
Bobby, it's over 150.
That's all I know.
- Fuck.
All right, bring her up
to periscope depth now.
Periscope depth,
aye, aye, sir.
Now!
Go!
Come on!
We have periscope depth, sir.
Now raise your radio aerial.
Yes, sir.
Bobby, watch it
there, will you?
Functioning, sir.
[beeping, whirring]
Are you getting any
messages here, Giles?
Two, sir.
One from last week,
one from two days ago.
Well, talk to me.
I'll open the video file.
Video file won't open, sir.
I'll try the message.
"I've got something
for you at last."
What the hell does that mean?
It makes no
goddamn sense at all.
Those damn thing's still
coming through at the same time
of day?
- Around 11 o'clock.
One or two minutes
earlier each day.
We can fix the location
of where it's coming from.
Yeah, just give me a minute.
[grunts]
OK, it's a local TV station
just out of town sir.
Well, it's getting their
transmission time now,
god damn it.
OK, gentlemen, this is
your captain speaking.
Mr. Hirsch and I are now
going to try to investigate
the source of this
goddamn signal
so all you know what the
hell is going on here as
soon as humanly possible, OK?
Thank you.
Let's go now.
Hey, Tony.
- Yes, sir.
No heroics.
Anything happens here, get
the hell out of here as fast
as you can.
Get these kids
back to Melbourne.
Let's go.
- Yes, sir.
Let's get it right, gentlemen.
Be careful, sir.
Always, Mr. Holmes.
One hour, sir.
After that, you start
running out of air.
You blast that klaxon
every quarter of an hour.
Do you hear me?
- Aye, sir, good luck.
I hope you find someone.
Good luck.
Yep.
Where did they all go to die?
Inside, I guess,
in their homes.
Remind you of somewhere?
[klaxon blares]
We better keep moving, sir.
[children laughing]
It does though, doesn't it?
WOMAN [VOICEOVER]:
Come on, kids.
Dinner's ready.
Remember?
CHILD [VOICEOVER]: Mom,
come down and play with us.
WOMAN [VOICEOVER]:
Come on, you two.
Time to come up.
Dinner's on the table.
CHILD [VOICEOVER]: Mom, can
we stay a little longer?
WOMAN [VOICEOVER]: Dwight,
don't encourage them.
Do you remember her.
It looks a lot like it.
Sir, we really got to go.
[children laughing]
Washed it down with a Coke.
Why the hell did she
die here alone for?
"Brisbane, Australia."
Poor kid didn't have
anywhere else to go.
Oh, fuck.
Are you kidding me?
You son of a bitch.
You son of a bitch.
Stupid.
This is an auxiliary
solar panel.
That's all it is.
A little early every day,
but only when the sun shines.
Hi, I'm Jenny Albaine bringing
you the weekly North American
report.
This week, from Alaska.
Why Alaska?
Well, all of you
back in Australia
might remember the
mother and daughter
whales that were trapped under
the polar ice a few years back.
Well, don't despair.
The whales have survived.
Only-- only this time
there are six of them.
[static on laptop]
And the good news is
that they're all--
what?
Oh, my god.
Oh, Stan.
I'm-- I'm so--
I'm sorry.
We've just received a news
broadcast from somewhere
in the Midwest that says
that nuclear blasts have been
recorded on North American soil
with seismic shocks of over 7
on the Richter scale
being recorded.
Shit, I have to get out of here.
Simon, I'll try and
get this message back.
[WEEPING] I love you.
I love you.
I love you, Simon.
Shit.
[people clamoring]
[test tune]
[static]
I will take this back
to the family, huh?
Captain, Brisbane's
way north of Melbourne.
By the time we get there, it's--
it's pointless, sir.
[klaxon blaring]
Look, I'm going to go inside.
Captain, we got to get back.
No, I'll just be a minute.
No, it's really not
such a good idea, sir.
We're running low on air.
- You stay here.
Captain, we--
Jesus.
[klaxon blaring]
Hey, dad.
How are you?
Dwight, why aren't you here?
Why aren't you here?
[yelling]
Come on.
[klaxon blaring]
[weeping]
[yelling]
Don't-- don't do this to me!
Don't do this to me!
Don't do this to me!
Don't do this to me!
God, don't do this to me!
Don't do this to me!
God, don't do this to me!
Don't do this to me.
Come on, captain.
Don't do this--
Come on.
It's right.
- Don't do this to me.
- Shh.
Come on.
It's OK.
Look, look, look.
Nobody suffered here.
You see that?
Your family didn't suffer.
I promise you.
They didn't suffer, captain.
I promise you.
We've got to go, sir.
We've gotta go.
Come on, captain.
The air is running real low.
Now come on.
Come on, captain.
We can't die here, captain.
Come on.
Come on, captain.
We got to go.
Let's get out of here.
Come on.
Come on.
How much air have they got?
They should have
been here by now.
[panting]
[groans]
So what's the story?
Oh, the captain
will brief you.
Sir.
Garcia, you don't tell the
captain about this, OK?
We had to hurry back, and he'll
only blame himself, you know.
So the signal there
was a solar-powered PC.
I'm sorry.
Where to, captain?
Go to San Francisco.
Sir, our orders are to
proceed directly to Melbourne.
Most of my crew here
grew up in San Francisco.
I think they deserve the
opportunity now to say goodbye.
Sir, that will add
days to our trip.
Yep.
I'm aware of that.
[knocking on door]
Yeah.
That had to be tough.
That's real nice, sir.
This detour to San
Francisco, some of the crew
have got it into their
heads that that's
as far as they want to go.
Yeah, they have.
That's crazy.
San Francisco's fucked.
People are still
alive back home.
Melbourne reached
stage four yesterday.
Well, that gives us two more
weeks of claustrophobia here
for an extra week
or two in Melbourne,
and then they get to
die in a foreign land.
Do you blame them?
Peter will never
see his family again.
No one on this
boat is ever going
to see his family again, sir.
And I think if they got
the guts enough to stick it
out here in San
Francisco, I think
I just might owe it to them.
Dwight you've stayed
with Peter's family.
Is this about Peter,
sir, or is it about you?
Oh, for fuck's sake, of
course, I want to go back,
and I thought you did too.
Or was Moira just a diversion?
You know, one of these days,
I'm going to hit you real hard,
man.
Yeah, you and what navy?
Exact position, Mr. Garcia?
We're 1,000 yards off the
Golden Gate Bridge, sir.
We have periscope
depth, captain.
God help us.
Oh, my god.
Oh, my god.
Oh, god.
Oh, no.
Jesus.
[chattering]
Oh, shit.
OK, you got a
navigational solution
for dead-center channel here?
Yes, sir.
10 degrees right.
We're out at 2262, sir.
Is that channel
clear, Mr. Swain?
Is that channel
clear, Mr. Swain?
Bobby!
We're getting
weird returns, sir.
There seems to be a lot of
junk out there, everywhere.
But center channel is clear.
OK.
OK.
10 degrees right about at 2262.
Full ahead one third.
Let's go.
Full ahead one
third, aye, aye, sir.
Full ahead one
third, yes, sir.
Can we get a telephoto
of the Naval Air Station
on Treasure Island, sir?
Go right ahead.
I don't care who started this,
but somewhere along the chain
of command someone should
have had the guts to say,
stop this fucking lunacy.
Someone did.
You didn't fire your warheads.
Well, you know,
when the order came,
this suddenly seemed
beyond comprehension.
Absurd.
I had a problem
with it at the time.
You could have
been court-martialed.
Not really.
Anybody who could have
court-martialed me
was already dead or dying.
Yeah.
OK, gentlemen, we
got a clear angle
here on Oakland Army base.
I think we've seen
enough of this.
Come right full rudder to 1401.
1401, aye, aye sir.
1401, yes, sir.
Hey, Bobby, stay with me
here a minute, will you?
Yes, sir.
Marin County, sir.
Holy Mother of God.
Hey, Neil.
Yes, sir.
Take a look at that.
Whoa.
I'll be damned.
Not a scratch, not a mark.
Look at that.
Shouldn't it have
flattened all this?
Neutron, Bobby.
Destruction cones
get real focused.
Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.
Go back.
Go back.
I used to hang
out on that corner
checking out all the wolves.
[laughter]
Oh, yeah.
Well, you check it
out yourself right now.
Yes, sir.
Oh, man.
Look at that.
You know, I used to
skateboard on the hill.
Get out of here.
Damn near killed myself.
[chuckles]
Damn.
That's Ken Puglia's
video rental place.
Puglia.
The door is wide open.
Damn.
Everything's wide open.
My mother's home is on the
other side of that hill.
If this periscope was 100
foot high, I could see it.
That was a dumb
thing I just did.
No, captain, he
had a right to see.
God damn it.
[beeping]
Sir, someone's locked in
the forward torpedo room.
Get the mechanic.
Get the mechanic.
Come on now, Swain.
Come on.
Captain, it's Bobby.
He's locked himself in
the forward torpedo room.
Bobby, poker every night.
You're going to win
back every cent.
Not yet.
Bobby, come on out of there.
Come on.
Nice chat, man.
Well,you're right.
Unlock that hatch, Bobby.
Bobby, unlock the hatch.
Bobby.
Bobby.
Get in there.
Come on.
Bobby!
What the hell's he doing?
He's going home.
Hey, Bobby, you come
straight back here right
now you're going to be OK.
Come on.
It's not too late.
Bobby, I know how you feel.
We all do.
Now please don't do this.
Bobby, please.
I'll go get him, sir.
No, no.
He's right where he wants to be.
He's right where he wants to be.
Is there any problems if we
hold it here for a while?
No, sir.
We can hold it here
as long as you like.
OK.
[clamoring]
Swain's got it right, sir.
I grew up around here.
We go out there with Swain,
we'd be dead in a week.
I'll go back to Melbourne
and be dead in a week.
What's the goddamn difference?
Yeah, two weeks underwater
driving each other crazy.
That's the difference.
Yeah, man, that's right.
California's fucking dust.
Let's get out of here.
What the fuck's
left for us here, man?
I've got a bae
back in Melbourne.
[clamoring]
If it's a choice between fishing
and getting it on with Rachel,
she wins big time.
Come on, man--
[clamoring]
Get your fucking
hands off me, man!
Hey, listen!
Our orders are to proceed
directly back to Melbourne
and debrief admiralty.
Frisco!
ALL: Frisco!
Frisco!
Frisco!
Frisco!
Frisco!
Frisco!
Frisco!
Frisco!
Frisco!
Frisco!
This is stupid.
ALL: Frisco!
This is stupid!
Shut up!
Shut up!
That's enough!
Your families are dead!
Everyone you love is dead!
But Peter, Peter is the
only one on this boat
that still has a family.
That's not some babe
that he laid last week.
It's-- it's a wife and
a kid that he loves.
We might not have
many rights left,
but I would have
thought the right
to die with your family is about
up there with the best of them.
Yeah, yeah, well,
that's our right,
to die here with our family.
Here now.
Yeah.
And that's your
right, whatever.
What the fuck?
This is where we grew up.
We grew up here.
[clamoring]
That's enough!
Everybody's opinion
will be heard.
There's no messages.
I checked.
Don't do that.
Something's wrong.
No.
There'd be a good reason
why they haven't sent one.
Something's wrong.
I can feel it.
Excuse me there.
I'm not here to pull rank.
On the question like
this, we are equal.
I've got personal reasons
I'm voting to go back.
My reasons are my reasons.
Please do not anyone
here treat my vote
as different than anyone else's,
because if the majority of you
here want to stay, that's
what we're going to do.
We are going to stay.
OK, Melbourne.
[drill whirring]
Hi.
Hi.
Where is she?
Where's my girl?
Where's my hug?
Is the city really bad?
Not a pretty sight.
Hey, you're really
getting somewhere.
I know.
Why don't you pull your
coat off and give me a hand?
Hey, you got a message.
I just checked
that a minute ago.
[laptop beeping]
[sobbing]
Oh, no.
Oh, god.
I told him to go.
There was always a chance.
There was no chance!
You knew that and I knew
that, but I made him go.
Mary, he's coming back.
[mary weeping]
Just when it's too late.
It's not over yet.
There are radiation cases
being reported in Sydney!
They all knew.
When-- when they sent this
stupid bloody submarine,
they all-- they all knew.
[weeping]
Oh, Barbz.
Come on, little Barbz.
DWIGHT TOWERS: How
are you doing, Bobby?
Doing just fine, sir.
Are you catching anything?
If they're down
there, I'll get
[laughter]
I saw my folks.
They-- they died peaceful.
How much time do I have, sir?
DWIGHT TOWERS: I don't know.
I think you've got
maybe four or five days.
Hey, Bobby, you do know that
you are the best sonar man
that I have ever worked with.
You weren't so
bad yourself, sir.
I wanted you to know that.
We got to head out now.
You just be damn careful
of that wash, huh?
OK.
See you.
See you, guys.
See you, Bobby.
See you Swain.
This one's for you!
[laughter]
Gratino, you break out
whatever booze you got
on board this boat right now.
You take that cachet of
steaks I brought on board.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa--
- All of them.
In one hour, I want to be done
dining on Tornadoes Rossini.
You got broccoli?
- Yes, sir.
- Can you make a Caesar salad?
- Yes, sir.
You cook these
boys up a supper
right now like they've
just won the Super Bowl.
You hear me?
- Yes, sir.
Let's make it a
royal motherfucking
wedding at the Taj Mahal.
- Yes, sir.
Yeah!
Hey, Neil.
Yes, sir.
You get Giles.
Patch it up through
the boat right now.
Are you sure, Captain?
I have never been sure.
Do it.
[upbeat dance music]
[crew singing]
[laughing]
[coughing]
You want to take
it over, Neil.
I'm going up top.
[groans]
What's the matter.
Give me a medic.
- Somebody get a medic.
- Give me a medic.
- Yes, sir.
Just lie down.
Lay him down.
Not great.
She's depressed and blaming
herself for sending you away.
I'll stay.
Just get here as
soon as you can.
Is Dwight coming?
One of his officers is sick.
We're all going
to get sick very
shortly, haven't you heard?
This is his second in command.
They're very close.
Oh.
Moira, I'm sure he's going
to be coming as soon as he can.
Are they both well?
Yeah, yeah, they're fine.
Just get here.
All right.
Yeah, I'm on my way.
OK?
The hell is that?
The platelet count
indicates severe leukemia.
For some reason, he's got
radiation in his bloodstream.
That's impossible.
We were in suits.
Well, it happened somehow.
Look, if these
were normal times,
we could keep him
alive a little longer.
But we-- I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to sound callous.
What are we looking at here?
He'll start hemorrhaging
from the intestines and mouth.
Sir, I think it would be
better for him and you--
What are you talking about?
Yes, sir.
What'd the doc say?
How did you get radiation
in your bloodstream?
Dwight, what the hell
does it matter now?
A couple extra days.
It's all right.
How long have I got?
He said you're
going to be fine.
Don't bullshit me.
We've been together
eight years now.
You're my captain.
[WEEPING] Don't bullshit me.
I'm going to die,
and we know it.
I know it, and you know it.
So please.
Yeah, I suppose you are.
I hate it almost as much
as I hate the fact that I'm
going to be right behind you.
[weeping]
Do you hear me?
I'm going to be
right behind you.
I just fucked--
fucked everything.
I fucked everything, man.
You've got to go to sleep now.
No, I should tell
you to go, you know.
But you know something?
I want you here, man.
I'm not going anywhere.
Do you hear me?
I'm not going anywhere.
Sir, if you'd like some
fresh air, I can take over.
All right.
[man clamoring]
[clamoring]
[clattering]
[gunshots]
[screaming]
[breathing heavily]
You've been somewhere?
Listen, I had to
get something to eat.
What's it like out there now?
Hell, that town
is jumping now.
The whole damn place came alive.
[laughing]
[grunting]
[coughs]
Excuse me, sir.
[groaning]
Shh.
Shh.
Shh.
Shh.
There's daddy!
There's daddy.
Welcome back.
Who the hell invited you?
I just came to say goodbye.
I'm so sorry.
Shh.
I'm so sorry.
I should have never let you go.
No, no, no, no, that's crazy.
Don't be silly.
I had to go, didn't I?
There was a chance,
so I had to go.
I know, right?
Yeah.
I had to go.
I didn't think
I'd see you again.
Yeah, well, I'm here, and
I'm bloody well here to stay.
I hope you don't
think you're staying.
You don't want me under
the same roof, fine.
I'll go and stay at the
hotel at Queenscliff.
They've closed it.
I'll find somewhere.
There isn't anywhere.
You should get back on the
train and go back to the city.
I will when I'm convinced that
that's what you really want.
That's what I really want.
No, I'm not convinced.
Good, boy.
Come on, buddy.
Come on.
Whoa.
Good boy.
Hang on.
OK.
Is something wrong?
How the hell did you
get it all finished?
We sold our bodies.
Moira sold her body.
I used charm.
But you can't look too
closely because there's
some rough edges.
Good job.
Thank you.
Peter, where did you find it?
Maya practically
giving them away.
Oh, darling, get
me some more please.
I did.
But that one's the nicest.
I don't think she'd like it.
Oh, darling, it's
a little teddy bear.
Look, he's--
[shrieks]
[laughter]
Who wants a deformed
bloody teddy bear?
Well, aren't you
going to open mine?
Ah.
What?
That's my present to you.
It's a very good copy.
Thanks, Jules.
That's not copy.
That's an original.
It's a dead set Van Gogh.
[laughter]
Sure.
Oh, my god, it is.
It's the original.
Jules, where the
hell did you get it?
From the gallery.
- But they have guards.
- Yep.
They said what the fuck
do you think you're doing?
And I said stealing it.
And they looked at each other
and said, shit, why not?
And they started
stealing them too.
Oh, my god, it must
be worth squillions.
I got a Renoir as well.
Where will we put it?
No, not here.
Not here.
I couldn't care less.
Moira, you're not
going to believe this,
but I've sort of changed
my attitude towards Dwight.
I'll bet.
After over a month cheek
to jowl with the guy,
I guess I'm sort of impressed.
I could quite even understand
how you might like him.
Stop it, Jules.
You're making me sick.
Mr. nice guy does not suit you.
Did he tell you he
didn't fire his warheads?
No.
Why are you telling me all this?
To impress you
with my honesty.
You're always working
an angle, aren't you?
When it comes to
you, absolutely.
If he loves you that
much, why isn't he here?
His second in
command is dying.
His whole crew is going to
die one by one by one by one.
[breathing heavily]
Thank you.
Nice to know you, captain.
I'm glad I knew you, Neil.
[machine beeps continuously]
[door squealing]
He's not going to show.
Its duty first with Dwight.
I'll give you the Renoir.
Go on then.
Go back to your lonely bed.
I don't love you, Jules.
I just don't want to die alone.
Dwight.
Dwight.
You slept with him, right?
I slept with him for
over a year in the past.
Is it really so important?
It is to me.
I thought you weren't coming.
I thought I didn't matter.
You didn't matter?
Because I couldn't leave my
dying friend you didn't matter?
Jules knows I don't love him.
Oh.
I guess that justifies it then.
What is this, any
port in a storm?
There's a bloody big
storm on its way, Dwight.
You know, I should
have stayed with my men.
Yeah, you should have.
That's where you
really want to be.
Dwight!
Ouch.
I really did think
he wouldn't come.
So did I.
We've missed the train.
We're going to have to
wait another three hours.
Jules, I'm-- I'm going to stay.
I can honestly say
that you made my life
a hell of a lot more interesting
than it would have been.
The same.
I only wish I hadn't
stuffed things up.
You'll be all right?
I might go for a little drive.
Oh, you look tired.
Yeah, I guess I am.
Thanks.
Neil?
Neil died, Peter.
Come in.
[panting]
Is he still here?
Didn't you ever once
stuff up in a big way?
He's in the guest room.
What are you reading?
Dickens.
"Great Expectations."
Not a very appropriate
title, is it?
Like it?
I read that when I was 19.
I'm liking it better now.
I've been doing that,
rereading the things
that changed my life a little.
Things like "The
Perfect Martini."
I saw your Van Gogh.
Beautiful, isn't it?
Well, it's a Van
Gogh, isn't it?
I mean, I got you a present too.
You're not quite in that
league, but at least I
didn't steal the goddamn thing.
Well, that's not true either.
It kind of came
heavily discounted.
Can I see it?
Yeah, I picked it up
on one of those closing
down sales happening
all over town now.
It's beautiful.
I got a present for you.
[helicopter whirring]
[moaning]
You're totally safe.
That's what they all say.
No matter how fast I turn
this thing, you can't fall out.
Oh, just keep telling me that.
It's not like cornering
in a car, though, is it?
[laughing]
No, don't you dare.
You bastard.
Yeah!
[laughing]
I am so glad I'm here.
I think Sharon would be glad.
I'm approved?
At this point.
Is this so bad?
I love them with
everything inside me.
I know now they're gone.
Bottom line, sir, the men
want Neil buried at sea.
We got nothing against this
place, sir, but it's not home.
Do you want us to
go back home again?
Sir, there's no time.
People are starting to
get sick all over and--
Brinkmaster and
Carter are vomiting
every half hour or, so--
that's America, sir.
That's home.
When we take
our pills, we want
to be on there together, sir.
[coughing]
[chatter on radio]
MAN [ON RADIO]: I'd love to
be able to say I'd be back
with you tomorrow,
but in a few seconds,
all radio transmission
goes off the air.
--just say thank
you to my friends.
Forgive me to my enemies.
And go bravely.
And peace to all of you.
Last day of
radio transmission.
What's happening in
poor old Melbourne?
I don't know.
Streets are almost deserted.
People are going back
to their families.
You know, you're
welcome to stay with us.
Thanks.
I'll be right.
Mary is still having a little
bit of trouble accepting.
Yes, I can.
I mean, I think we're all
having trouble accepting, but--
She'll be fine.
She's got you.
She'll be fine.
I just hate to think of you.
I won't be alone.
He's coming back?
Yep.
[SOBBING] Thanks for being
such a decent brother-in-law.
Dah.
If there was a picture of that
above every nuclear trigger,
this would never have happened.
[mary groaning]
Sweetie, are you all right?
Are you OK?
I guess the ham we--
Yeah, sure, sure.
You're trying to prove
some kind of hero, huh?
Yes, sir.
How am I doing, sir?
You're doing real good.
You're a good boy.
Where are Brinkmaster
and Carter?
Brinkmaster is
not so good, sir.
Floyd and Chan are vomiting too.
[crew coughing, whimpering]
All right, I got one
trip I got to make.
We sail first thing
in the morning.
Don't make it any later, sir.
You got it.
[helicopter whirring]
I was starting to
think you weren't coming.
Yeah, I just took a while.
I've got everything packed.
Moira, I got to go back now.
I meant everything I told you.
Do you hear me?
I love you.
I will love you always.
[sobbing]
Those guys are dying now.
They just want to
go back out to sea.
They just want me to
be there at the end.
So do I. I never died before.
I don't think I'm going
to be very good at it.
There's nothing that
I could say now could
make you understand anyway.
Oh, I understand.
You go.
You go.
[helicopter whirring]
We were starting
to get worried, sir.
Is she ready?
Fuel checked and
ready to go, sir.
The chief told me you
wanted me to say a prayer.
I'm not a particularly
religious man, as you know.
I wouldn't know
what, if anything,
lies beyond out there.
[engine revving]
I guess if I had
a prayer, well--
let's just say, dear,
God, or whoever,
if you're out there
now and you're with us,
we hope there's been
a point to this.
And we ask--
We ask.
We ask.
--that all the lives
that have ever been lived
have not been lived in vain.
That'll be too cruel a joke.
[engine revving]
Gentlemen, I want to thank
each and every one of you
for being there for me.
It's been a privilege
to be your captain.
[engine revving]
[tires squealing]
And I thank you for
granting me the freedom
to go as I wish to go.
The "USS Charleston" has
set sail for San Francisco.
[engine revving]
[crashing]
[explosion]
God bless you all.
Mary, you know what's wrong
with her as well as I do.
Don't say that.
Please don't say that.
You've been sick yourself
for the last day or more
and you know why.
[sobbing]
Sweetie.
Sweetie.
Please.
Please.
I don't want to see her die.
No mother should have to be--
No mother should have
to watch her child suffer
and suffer right to the end.
No, that would be too cruel.
Please.
Not for this long.
Can you do it?
I'll do it.
[sobbing]
Daddy has got some
medicine for you.
OK?
He will make you
feel a little better.
It won't hurt a bit.
It won't hurt a bit.
Thanks.
I'll get us a drink.
OK.
OK.
[weeping]
What are your best memories?
What stands out?
The best?
The very best was
seeing Jenny being born.
A new life we'd
created together.
Courageous wife.
I don't think it's ever
been better than that.
There was this tiny little
person that I'd just died for.
I loved our first night in
this cottage on the beach.
When we finally
got Jenny to sleep.
[laughing]
You know, we were all
tired, all exhausted.
And determined to get
out there on that balcony.
And it was a
balmy summer night.
And we just looked
at each other,
and then we just knew that after
months and months of searching,
this was the perfect place.
Yeah, not quite perfect.
Within weeks, you'd decided
you had to renovate.
I'm an architect.
It goes with the territory.
Well, it's perfect now.
[mary sobbing]
We've been so lucky, you know?
We have.
To Commander Towers,
the bastard who deserted
me just when I needed him most.
[sighs]
Hell of a choice.
I didn't have a choice.
[orchestral music]