The Deep

Casper to Hermes. are you receiving me? Over.

This is Casper calling Hermes. Are you receiving me? Over.

What's this?

I want you to leave it on the bottom of the sea, where Mum can find it.

We'll set initial course for last known location of Hermes.

What else do you know about Catherine, about what happened?

Nothing.

You don't know anything else that might be down there?

On my screen. 700 metres and closing. It's huge!

We are inside the biggest deep sea installation I've ever seen, anyone's ever seen.

This is Russian.

There were 130 men on Volos last night, and after you attacked us there's just me and him.

Hello?

Catherine's work.

I don't think you appreciate just how much danger she was in.

You knew the Russians were down here. They killed my wife.

No.

I knew Catherine was down here.

I knew I'd find her.

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I knew you were down here somewhere. Oh, my God! Shit...

OK, look, hold on. We don't know what we've found yet.

No, no. They've got Catherine.

Obviously they've picked her up somewhere. They know where she is.

Where she is? Some Russian sub ghosts in out of nowhere.

You tell me. What are they doing here?!

The question is, what else are they hiding.

Such as? They must know something.

About Casper? About the Casper, about the Hermes.

It doesn't make sense. It never made sense.

A state-of-the art submarine doesn't just disappear into a vent-field,

no word, no trace, no nothing. This didn't just

appear of its own accord.

Oh, somebody died? Catherine Donnelly.

My wife. Your wife? Please.

Where is she? This place is like, er, breaker's yard.

Old crap we no longer need. When did you find this?

Few months back.

We needed...how you say?

..spare parts. You saw her?

So many questions.

Where is she? It was empty.

Don't lie to me! Where is she?

Jesus, people! Glasnost!

That man is not safe. What's this? More threats?

He's not safe for you. Listen to me.

Let me take a look. I am a salvage investigator - it's what I do.

OK, please?

This is a titanium infrastructure and yet it has suffered total collapse,

which, frankly, makes no sense.

You know, the shell should have held up even at this depth.

So, either it was found intact and it was brought in here and cut open,

or it was found like this.

Now, if it was found like this, it was either attacked

or she did it herself.

I mean, she was alone, she was running out of oxygen.

Maybe she made a choice. No!

Either I sit here, just waiting,

waiting to suffocate,

or I look death in the eye and use the arm, smash the view port, let the ocean in... No!

End it on my own terms.

I'm sorry.

Nice.

Nicely judged, Raymond.

I think it's a possibility. No way.

You explain this mess, then.

You didn't know Catherine.

She never gave up on anything in her life. I'm not attacking her.

It's a hypothesis.

And I'm just pointing out you're wrong, OK?

That's all.

'Frances?' Svetlana. 'Something I need to show you.'

So I opened up the hub, ran some...

Diagnostic tests, and? Was it what we thought? Problems with hardware?

It's a bit more than that.

Polarity reversed. My God, that means the motherboard's down.

Which means no start-up, no motor, so as long as motherboard is kaput...

Then we're not getting out of here.

Can you fix it? You don't fix motherboard, not in this condition.

You wait for a nice Californian to send you a replacement.

Well, what do we do now?

Oh, Christ!

You must have a comms room somewhere. Of course.

Next door to the reactor.

Are you saying that this whole thing is nuclear-powered?

Our submarine is over 300 feet long.

You think we power it using candles and copper wire?

We need to send a distress beacon up through the ice.

We need to let our support vessel know that we're in trouble, all of us.

The support vessel?

They are equipped to perform rescue? No, but...

Look, I am not going to lie.

Volos has no back-up, no distress beacon.

We are all alone here. See?

Volos? Our sub.

Oh, yeah, I know that one. Slavic god of the underworld.

Also, did he not play for Dynamo Moscow?

But you must have a comms room. Even the Volos must want to communicate somewhere.

Sure. Through here. Flooded.

What? During the rescue, we took on water.

From where? Everywhere, from here to bridge - everything, everybody.

Is the nuclear core safe?

It should be, but there were problems with corrosion of outer shell. Russian engineering.

I thought it was "best in the world". Shut up. Of course.

How long have you been down here? We make repair to Orpheus? We save our skin? Good!

Right, what do we do now?

Pray that Svetlana knows what to do with that motherboard.

Entering the Volos bio lab.

So we have two samples of corroded metal, one iron, one steel,

and there must be months of work here.

I can't make any sense of it. There seems to be no...

discernable logic or pattern.

Wow.

It's pretty impressive up here.

I've never been here before.

No? So who was up here? Do you know?

What was it, military, this expedition?

Don't ask me.

Mechanic. Freelance. Oh, come on.

You must have some idea. What is it?

Kremlin? Oil consortium?

I'm employed by agency.

You understand?

Oh, my friendship's going to cost you a little more than that.

Your friendship?

I may have been a little wide of the mark about Catherine Donnelly.

Oh, so you lied? I wouldn't say that.

I know she died, but whether she died at her own hands or yours...

Well, I guess only you can tell me that.

You people. All these questions.

Anyway, you're asking wrong guy.

Who's the right guy?

His name was Dmitri Borisovich Zubov.

Zubov?

Who was Zubov? Just be very, very happy that he's dead.

What Raymond said about Catherine, you and her, you were both as demented as each other.

Thanks for that. No, really.

She would have fought. She would have fought to the last breath.

OK, yeah, you don't have to say this.

No, no, I-I know... I know that. I'm j...

I'm saying, if I had a fraction of your guts.

Did I ever tell you when Sandra couldn't, er...? When, er...

..we couldn't have kids, she had this idea in her head that...

..having children would somehow, I don't know,

complete us.

She was so sure that you can accomplish anything if you just want it enough.

And I thought, here we are, waiting for this, praying for this

miracle to happen, and we're going to grow old like this.

Sorry, where are you going with this?

I think, um...

I think what Samson's trying to say is...

Oh.

Have the courage to say goodbye.

Is that it? And what do you think of that, Vincent?

I-I think maybe it's a good idea.

Better to have loved

and lost, eh, Vincent?

I-I wouldn't know. No.

You wouldn't.

You wouldn't. OK, stop it, Clem.

Yeah, but I tell you what.

I'll say it for you now. She's gone.

She's gone.

She...

is...

gone. But you see, the trouble is, it doesn't matter how many times I say it.

I could say it till I'm blue in the face, but um...

..she's still here.

My family.

You know?

My family.

Shit. Sorry!

Raymond, Frances needs you in the control room. Two minutes.

What's going on?

It's a radio transmitter and I'm sending a message up to the surface.

Sorry.

You think it will work?

It's unlikely, not from these kind of depths.

The sonar ain't working and you've seen their comms room.

When you've been in salvage as long as I have, you learn that the very

worst thing that can happen is people just disappear.

Yeah?

No-one likes a mystery.

Ask Clem. So...

Time, depth, coordinates, crew, risk assessment.

Yeah, it's a last letter home.

Just in case.

Our secret.

Oh, thank God.

Damn!

You know,

I never told you I heard you speak once.

Imperial College?

After you came off the Helsinki Project.

Did I? Something you said.

Something about people always ribbing you for being a details guy.

I don't recall.

And you said - do you remember?

If that's an insult, you'll take it,