Fear Below

- -

Oh, jeez!

- Oh, no, no, no! No! -Shit!

-Back up, goddammit! -I'm on it, I'm on it!

What happened, Shaun-boy?

Sorry, Bull, it was a pothole. I didn't see it.

Clean it up, for Chrissake!

- - Come on, move it!

Move!

And lock it this time.

Now you drive.

We have to move, Bull!

Let's go!

- -

Shit. How much further?

Here. Sawbridge.

We're nearly there.

-Look out! -Shit!

- - Shit!

Shit!

-Shit! -

Shit!

No, no, no, no, no.

Agh! It's jammed! It's jammed!

-What do we do? -Just shut up!

Let me think, let me think!

-Christ! -Just get out!

- -

-Oh, shit! -

Fuck!

Get 'em out of there.

Talk fast, Dwightie.

What could I do?

It was standing in the middle of the bloody road!

So?

You're supposed to go through 'em, not around them!

I didn't have time to think, Bull. I just--

I'm sorry.

We can get it out of there, I swear we can.

No one's gonna find it at least. It's safe for now.

Oh, yeah, it's safe. Hmm?

It's safe... for all fucking eternity!

I will get it out of there, Bull.

I swear on my mother's life, I will.

-Okay. -

It's alright, Dwightie. Alright?

I'll do it myself, yeah?

What's the plan?

I'm working on it.

Cranes.

Don't they have cranes for this type of thing?

No cranes. We'd draw too much attention.

Now, what we need is divers.

-Divers? - Yeah.

You know, with the big helmets and the rubber togs?

-Find me some fuckin' divers. -Got it, Bull.

- -

- -

-How'd you go? -No good.

That valve's gonna need a bigger spring.

Dammit. I was hoping third time would be a charm.

We've never been that lucky.

No. But if anyone can do it, Jimmy, it's you.

[peppy swing jazz tune playing over speaker]

Where's Ernie?

Is he still not awake?

He's gonna sleep the whole day away.

Was he on the sauce again?

All night.

What was it this time?

He wouldn't say.

Oh! Ohh...

Oh...

What time is it?

Almost midday.

Shit!

By the way,

that new hose you ordered finally arrived.

I paid with a check. Is that alright?

Will be. Till it bounces.

Ooh, and Jimmy will have the valve

on helmet two repaired today.

Which means we're all set and ready to go.

Tell him there's no rush.

We didn't get the bridge contract.

Why not? I thought it was settled.

They changed their minds.

They went with the Alberts.

But we can do it better, and at a better price--

Not anymore.

Not without our own boat.

But how will we afford one

if we keep losing all of these big contracts?

Yeah, it means I won't be able to pay ya for last month.

You or Jimmy.

I'm sorry, kiddo.

Everything's just gone to hell in a hand basket.

Hey...

We'll survive.

We always do.

Somehow.

And, look, if the Alberts are busy for the next three months,

that leave everything for us, right?

Sure.

If there's anything else.

Always the optimist.

Right. Come on. Get dressed.

Go and help Jimmy with that valve.

I-I've got to weld that damn winch on the truck.

-It's come loose again. -Leave that to me.

I'm not the one trying to sober up.

Eh, uh-- Just be careful.

Oh!

Hello. How can I help?

Who is boss here?

Oh, well, um... that's Ernie.

But, um... he's a little busy right now.

Is there anything I can help with?

No. We need to speak to him.

Right.

Alright, well, give me a minute.

[smooth swing jazz tune playing over speaker]

Ernie. There's two gentlemen outside.

They want to speak to the man in charge.

You the boss?

Yes. Ernie Morgan. Owner/operator.

-Dylan Maddock. - Mr Maddock.

I hear that you're the bloke to see about a special job.

Of course!

It's just this way.

Take a seat.

Excuse the mess.

You caught us at a good time.

So you were in the service, I see.

Royal Navy during the Great War.

Four years. You?

'41 to '42.

Infantry. We were in North Africa.

Oh! Heard that was a helluva fight.

That it was.

So you, uh, you been a diver ever since?

Yes. Worked in pearl and abalone farms.

In the north, mostly.

Ah, there wouldn't be much call for that round here, surely.

Oh, we do whatever's needed.

Underwater salvage, repairs,

-maintenance, piping. -

Your crew... Are they good?

They're the best.

I run a three-man team, unless the job requires more.

So what's this, uh, special job?

It's like this.

Friend of mine, stupid fucking idiot he is,

he drove into a river about 40 miles north of here.

Oh.

Now, inside that car were some things that belong to me.

The job's simple. Find the car and bring them back.

What's in the car?

Confidential.

Truth is, Ernie, in my line of work,

I don't like a lot of questions.

What's your line of work?

So, what's this gonna cost me?