The Bermuda Triangle

Dammit, if you're just going to sit there getting drunk

for the next five weeks,

why the hell did you bring me?

I brought you?

Have you already forgotten this trip was your lousy idea?

If I'd had any peace from you in the last two months,

there's no way I'd be floating on this pile of crap.

Cheers.

Diane.

I told you a thousand times not to go up there.

Naughty child.

Now don't you ever do it again.

Mommy look, there's something floating over there

in the water.

Where, dear?

There.

You're right.

Edward, come over and have a look.

Michelle, quickly, tell the captain

there's something in the water.

Tell him to stop the boat.

A Naval air force squadron takes off

from Fort Lauderdale, Florida.

Their mission, to fly 160 miles east in straight formation.

Then turn north, and return to base.

In command was Colonel Charles C. Taylor,

a Marine veteran with thousands of hours in the air,

and now a Navy test pilot.

All aircraft had been fueled to fly 1000 miles.

Engines, instruments, radio, and safety equipment

had been carefully checked out and reported in order.

The temperature was 38.

The day was bright with a few cumulus clouds,

and there was a moderate northeast wind.

That day, at precisely 3:15 p.m.,

the radio operator at Fort Lauderdale's control tower

received a strange message.

Commander flight 19 calling control tower.

Fort Lauderdale.

Flight 19, this is Fort Lauderdale's control tower, over.

I can't understand what's going on.

Apparently we've lost our course.

We can't see ground.

Repeat, we can't see a thing.

What's your position, 19?

We can't tell where we are, exactly.

Tell him to turn west.

Turn due west, 19, over.

How in the hell can we find out where west is?

Our magnetic gyroscopes have gone crazy. Nothing works.

They're all showing different bearings.

This is crazy.

I can't see the water now.

The ocean has gone all white.

My god.

What's this?

Flight 19, I've lost you.

What's happening?

Flight 19, come in.

Over. Answer.

Flight 19, what's happening? Come in.

- Captain look, a doll. - It looks very old.

Some little girl must be very unhappy at this moment.

Let me see her.

I've never seen a doll like this before.

It's very strange.

- I found her, so she's mine. - Can I have her, please, Daddy?

Of course she's yours, darling.

Put her in the sun to dry out.

Hi. Can we take a look?

Sure. Come on in.

Hey, this is neat, a radar.

Look, Michelle. These are the radios, right?

Right. You're a pretty bright kid.

What do you do on the boat?

Well, I'm the navigator.

I'm the radio operator, and the helmsman.

On this boat you have to be able to do everything.

I'd just like to be the captain.

Your work must be fun.

Sometimes, and sometimes hard.

And at times it's very, very enjoyable.

Now this new camera for stills will be yours.

Michelle's gonna take this one.

It's great, Dad. I can't wait to try it.

Let's take all this and store it away in a secure place.

Do you think we'll have bad weather?

The captain says that in the zone we're entering

we're liable to have rough seas.

I see you're an expert sailor.

Every time my father goes to photograph

something interesting he takes us along,

and I try to learn everything I can.

Good idea. What's he gonna photograph now?

Well, my father says that close to Andros Island

there are some ruins.

He thinks they're from an ancient city

that sank under the sea.

Do you think it could be Atlantis?

I don't know, Billy. I don't know.

But in that zone, the sea is very deep.

Your father must be an expert diver.

He is. So are Dave and Michelle.

And what about you?

Well, they think I'm too young,

but I know a lot of things my brother, Dave,

doesn't know, Tony.

Sure, like coiling a rope.

Look, how would you like me

to teach you something else, Billy?

Tonight I'll be on watch,

and I'm gonna show you how to steer the boat.

Really? Wow, Tony, thanks.

How's your doll, angel?

- Oh, she's nearly dry now. - She told me she's very hungry.

Sure, angel. What would you like?

A cookie for me and a piece of raw meat for her.

Raw meat?

I'm sure your dolly would rather have some cookies.

Like these.

No, she definitely said she wanted a good piece of meat,

raw meat.

Okay, honey, but tell her to chew it real well, Diane,

'cause it's tough.

How's it going, Gordon?

Everything down here is okay, sir. Up to now.

What do you mean by that?

Please forget it, captain.

It's just that I get a little jumpy around these waters.

Gordon, we've cruised these waters about 50 times

since you've joined us, nothing's happened yet.

So forget your silly notions.

I don't care if we come into these waters a thousand times

one day it will happen.

Flight 57 here,

reporting to Nassau Airport control tower.

Go ahead, 57. We read you loud and clear.

Flight 57, 200 miles out of Bermuda

on regular route to the Azores.

We're in the middle of some clouds and turbulence.

Visibility, zero. Request weather information.

Now listen flight 57, your weather's supposed to be good.

We have no reports of bad weather in that area.

Nassau control tower, 57 here.

Having problems with controls.

Listen to this.

The instrument's malfunctioning.

We're going into a spin.

Can't control the plane.

Mayday, mayday, mayday!

We'll dispatch help immediately.

We know your position.

Hang in there 57, help is on its way.

Nassau's control tower here, all ships in vicinity

of Bermuda-Azores run, look for survivors,

Super Constellation flight 57.

Captain, reporting commercial flight 57 lost.

A Super Constellation with 42 persons aboard,

including five crew.

Captain,

the majority of those missing are family members

of Naval personnel, sir.

Here it is, at the center of the vertex

formed between Puerto Rico, Miami, and the Bermuda islands.

The Bermuda Triangle.

Where did you put my seasick pills?

Oh, I'm sorry, Peter, I forgot to buy them.

Dammit Sybil, you did it on purpose.

No, I told you, I just forgot.

I told you three times, I even wrote it down for you.

Stop shouting.

They must have some here, ask Caption Briggs.

Ask Captain Briggs.

I doubt they even have an aspirin on this tub.

I hope you're the first to get seasick.

Peter, please. You promised to stop.

To the great doctor, Peter Marvin. Hmm.

- Forget all that. - Why torment yourself?

You know you were brilliant.

Brilliant, huh?

I certainly killed that child brilliantly.

Every day, hundreds of children die on operating tables

all over the world.

Sure, they die, but they're not murdered.

All right, you killed her.

We all know that you killed her, but she's not coming back.

Even if you drink every damn bottle of whiskey in the world,

she's not coming back.

Edward is right, the only way you'll ever stop

is when you get that through your head.

Edward, my new psychiatrist. Jesus.

That fool of my half-brother only thinks of

finding lost cities out there.

And you're telling me what he says?

Do yourself a favor, Sybil, and leave me alone.

Worry about that crazy brother-in-law of yours.

Would you like a drink?

To us, my friend.

That one is the Big Bear.

And this one is the Northern Star.