The Rift

-(DOORBELL BUZZING) -Go away!

You're too early.

Wake-up time, wimp.

You're late for your shower.

Cathy, no! Come on, Cathy, leave me alone!

Is that you, Bliskin? -Aw, he remembers.

It's been a long time, Wick.

Is this a social call, Jake?

There's been an accident with your prized submarine.

We got a jet for DC on standby.

The big boys want to see you, Wick.

What a pleasant surprise, Wick. It's been a long time.

Has it now? -(LAUGHING)

I see you haven't lost your sense of humor.

Sure, Staensland. The world is one big laugh factory.

God, we miss you around here, Wick.

You should have thought about that before you got military funding for my design.

Tell me, how's that pretty wife of yours?

She still in the Navy? -Ask her lawyer.

Now, why don't you just cut through the bullshit, Staensland?

Ah. -And tell me what happened to Siren I.

First reports indicate that the Siren I's nuclear power system

may have experienced a complete failure.

But since we've lost radio contact, we have no way of knowing.

They've probably set down, waiting for rescue.

Needless to say,

the Pentagon is very concerned

seeing as how the Siren's... -Wait a minute.

What the Hell are you two guys trying to pull here?

There were no nuclear-powered engines in any of my designs.

Got news for you, wonder boy.

Our report indicates it was your structural design,

not our modifications, that are at fault.

Just think of it, Hayes, eight people playing gin rummy at the bottom of the ocean

because you threw a temper tantrum when somebody else tinkered with your toy.

Now that's horseshit. -Wick, I didn't want to believe this

anymore than you.

We can't afford not to share the blame with the designer, Hayes.

Thanks for the drink, Staensland.

See you around.

Mark Macey was onboard when it happened.

Wick, when you slammed the door on us,

it was Mark who fought to build Siren I as close to your design as possible.

(SCREAMING) -(EXPLODING)

Surely, you're not going to abandon him

like you did the Siren project?

I know how close you are to Mark.

You're going to join a NATO rescue team to track down the Siren I.

No one knows the Siren better than you.

You leave for Norway at 0800.

He bought it.

Oh, who's this?

Unless I miss my guess, that's Wick Hayes,

the whiz kid who invented this undersea playpen.

Not bad-looking, considering. -Ah, Roger owes me 20.

I bet him you had hormones lurking somewhere in that luscious bod.

Skeets, if you ever grow up, let me be the first to know.

Oh.

Hi, Wick Hayes. -Ana Rivera, navigator.

Nice to meet you, too.

Hey, listen up, everybody.

This here is Wick Hayes.

Glad to be aboard.

Mmm, bet they'll listen to Siren I, eh?

Then you've all heard?

Oh, we've heard. They gave us the usual briefing.

They say it was your fault that Siren I went down.

Hi, I'm Carlo, the ship's doctor. Come on.

A lot of it's just tension.

This mission's been so secretive, most of us don't even know our return dates.

No sweat, Doc.

Winning popularity contests doesn't seem to be one of my specialties lately.

Well, there's no room left for a private bunk.

Hope you don't mind sharing with Robbins. He's new too.

Yeah, well, just as long as he hasn't been talking with the rest of the crew,

we'll get along just fine.

Oops.

Uh, a touch of sea-sickness. -Uh-huh.

I'll leave you two alone to get acquainted. -Thanks a lot, Doc.

How you doing?

(ROBBINS BURPING) -That passes after a while.

Sorry, I'm Robbins, computer, uh, specialist. -Hi.

My name is... -Wick Hayes. I know, I know.

I recognize you from your, uh, Omni interview.

I'll take the, uh, bottom bunk, all right?

(OVER INTERCOM) Attention all hands.

Let's go, Skeets! -Emergency meeting in the galley, ASAP!

Double-time, Skeets, in the dining room.

(ALARM SOUNDING) -(GROANING)

Man, right in my goddamn ear!

Attention! The Captain.

I would give you people at ease,

but it appears that you've already beaten me to it.

I am Captain Randolph Phillips.

This is Lieutenant Nina Crowley,

expert biogenetics.

While on tour of duty, you will address us both with prompt,

proper, military respect and courtesy.

Is that understood?

A simple, "Yes, sir" would suffice.

Yes, sir!

Yes, sir.

NATO.

I've been told it stands for, "Never A Thing Organized".

Any truth in that, son? -Probably not, sir.

What's your name? -Joe Kane, sir, but everyone calls me Skeets.

An answer like, "Probably not" takes balls. I like that.

But in the future, please try to keep them in your regulation military trousers,

where they belong.

I'm well aware that most of you will be at odds with the Navy way.

Some obviously more than others.

But as long as you bear in mind that this mission falls under military jurisdiction,

I'm sure our problems will be minimal.

We get underway immediately.

Aye, aye, sir.

I expect each of you at your stations

within five minutes.

That will be all.

Lieutenant Crowley.

My nerves aren't going to take this.

Why don't we save ourselves a lot of trouble and kill that son of a bitch now?

Alteration request denied.

Alteration of computer code requires Class One password.

Ready for input.

Alteration of computer code is now implanted.

Can we talk?

I have told you I never wanted to see you again.

And for your information, never means never.

Nina,

I am not here by my own choice, believe me.

Wick, everything you do is by your own choice.

Now why don't you just get the Hell out of here

and stay as far away from me as possible while we're on this mission.

Will you stop acting like some spoiled schoolgirl, Nina?

You know, there's a Hell of a lot more important things involved here

than your precious feelings.

Look, Hayes...

We have been through this before.

Now why don't we just both do our respective duties?

You can file everything else under "M" for memory.

Hey, do you want to run a diagnostic on the turbos?

Yes, that's a good idea.

It's been real nice talking with you, Lieutenant Crowley.

Let's do a full diagnosis of both turbos, I want to see how they've tweaked my design.

Let's take her down for a test dive, Mr. Fleming.

Captain,

I haven't had the opportunity to run a proper diagnostic on the Siren.

And we are navigating in some very rough waters.

I mean, what we're dealing with here are

cross currents, undersea mountains, ice formations...

We thought this ship was state of the art, Mr. Hayes.

The more complicated the design, the more that can go wrong with it.

Have you detected any malfunctions so far, Mr. Hayes?

No, I haven't. -Very well, then.

Carry out the order, Mr. Fleming.

Ms. Rivera, Mr. Robbins,

maintain full observance of sonar.

Visual range will be extremely limited at these depths.

Twenty-two thousand, one hundred.

Twenty-two thousand two hundred.

Nearing icebergs now.

Twenty-two thousand three hundred.

Standby sonar shows outcroppings to starboard at

zero, zero, two degrees.

It's probably ice formations, sir.

Negative, Robbins. Main scope reads location, 0-0-4 degrees.

Well, it's probably an alignment problem,

because I'm still reading 0-0-2 degrees.

We'll compensate for Mr. Robbins' display, just to be on the safe side.

Run a course around and through them, giving us 15 degrees either way.

Aye, aye, sir. -(TYPING ON KEYBOARD)

Standby scope's off by over three degrees, sir.

Same on main. We're on a collision course!

Starboard bow! -COMPUTER: Imminent collision.

Imminent collision.

Full evasive action! Sound the alarm!

Almost there, almost.

What in the Hell just happened?

Design alterations, Captain.

They've rewired the sonar system to make way

for a to-be-installed missile-tracking system.

Hey, we're lucky we didn't run into those suckers here at all...

We never had these problems with the old submarines.

That's because they never had this vessel's capacities.

You are right, Hayes, but at least they worked.

I said it didn't have a proper diagnostic check, didn't I?

Mr. Hayes, being irate with Mr. Fleming will not change the fact that he is correct.

I want to show you something, because these are the design changes in Siren II, Captain.

Level one. -All the changes are in red.

Level two. -And this is change number two.

Level three. -That's change number three, Captain.

Front view.

Now, do you understand this, Captain?