Raging Sharks

Oshona, this is the Paradiso. Do you copy?

Oshona, this is the Paradiso. Do you copy?

There’s static on our hard line.

I hate this place.

Bermuda Triangle.

Don’t they know how many ships have gone down out here?

Try ’em again.

Aye, sir.

Mike.

Yes. Yes.

Could you please come down here

and take a look at this?

This is what I talked to you about before.

What is it now, Vera?

Magnetic spikes.

Again, it’s getting stronger every day.

Simona, your program pinpoint the source yet?

Same problem.

It’s jamming all our instruments.

Sonar shows more sharks today.

You're kidding?

That is just so weird.

We got here three weeks ago. There was nothing in this area.

It was empty. Yeah.

It’s like coming here screwed something up.

All right, guys, look.

We got all this equipment and we have no answers?

That’s pathetic.

That’s the problem.

All this shit is falling apart.

It’s like ’80s technology, Mike.

I thought we were supposed to get more funding.

Okay, I tell you what. We start getting more results,

then we’ll talk about getting more funding.

Boss,

The jenny’s bound to lay a friggin’ brick

before any of that shit happens.

Okay, well, that Director Newman may approve.

But in the meantime, results. That’s what we need.

Sir, the wind’s continuing to pick up.

Mike, if you wanna leave, it’s gotta be now.

Storm’s rising.

I’ll be there in ten minutes.

Hey, sweetie,

Can we talk?

Just give me a second, okay?

Honey? Time.

I’ll be right there.

We need to try a little harder, guys.

It’s not our fault.

It’s not.

I’ll go talk to him.

Hey, look, it’s our equipment.

You know, it’s outdated.

It’s patched.

It’s not designed for this.

And does the Institute really expect us to work without the proper tools?

Well, what do you want me to do about it?

Well, you’re the project leader.

Push them for more funding.

I mean, if we don’t get it, everything we have could just fall apart.

Now that--

That might not be such a bad thing.

What does that mean?

Come on, honey. I mean--

Ten years we’ve been inside this bubble

hopping around from ocean to ocean.

For what?

Yeah, well, it’s what we do.

You know, it’s who we are.

No, it’s what you’ve become.

I want something more.

Like what?

A family.

A house.

You know, a home that doesn’t have a name

that begins or ends in "ocean"?

We talked about this.

Yes, that’s all we seem to do is talk.

Look, I know that you’re tired and that you’re under pressure.

But, you know, you have a responsibility here.

You know, we have a job to finish.

Tell me something.

What are you gonna do

when the job is over

and there’s no place left to hide? Hmm?

What are you gonna do then?

Hey. I love you.

We’ll talk about this when you get back, okay?

Yo, Mike, the mini-sub is ready to go.

Aye, aye, Captain. Officer on deck.

We are almost ready to rock and roll here, Mike.

Whoo.

Paradiso, has the chopper arrived?

Five minutes away, Mike.

Interesting.

Fascinating.

This, uh, print-out. Yours?

Yeah. Thank you.

You miss it?

A lot. But it doesn’t pay the bills.

And when I’m done here, I’m gonna climb again.

I, uh, I suspect that will--

That will happen soon.

So how are we doing, guys?

I’ll be ready in a minute, okay?

Okay, lads. Ready to go?

Okay, trap fillers need to be done sequentially?

That’s right.

And watch it when you’re welding.

You don’t want to blow your resistors. Right, lads?

That’s right.

Is that all he ever says?

That’s right.

Okay, lads. Off you go.

Cheeky Yanks, ’eh?

These fucking cheeky Yanks.

Okay. You go check on that dodgy breaker,

and I’m going upstairs.

Don, Jake, do you copy?

We copy. We’re okay.

Just gotta get that relay switch going.

Have you located the relay box?

Ten-four.

And here we go.

Yeah, that should do it.

Just a little more.

How they doing?

So far, so good, I think.

Just about got it. We’re almost done here.

Got something coming fast.

What is it?

It says...

sharks.

Don, Jake, there are sharks coming your way.

Bloody hell, mate.

Don, Jake. Get out.

Shit.

Don, Jake, do you copy?

Don, Jake?

Keep trying them. I’m going out.

You’re crazy.

Someone’s gotta help them.

Don?

Don?

Oshona, I’m outside. Any word?

Nothing.

Don, Jake, are you okay?

Where are you? Can you hear me?

Oh, my God.

More coming. Linda, get out!

What the hell is that?

Pressure tube ruptured.

Linda, do you copy? Linda?

I’m going out.

No! No one goes anywhere.

Whoa.

Oh, shit. Damage report.

External power’s been cut.

Emergency generator kicking in.

Paradiso, come in, come in. Emergency.

Shark attack. Two divers down. System’s damaged.

Do you copy?

Paradiso, come in please.

Paradiso, we got a problem.

Bloody hell. The oxygen supply line’s been cut.

Oshona?

Oshona, come in. What’s going on?

Cable’s down, sir.

Damn it. Send the diver down.

And get me the Coast Guard now!

Aye, sir.

I really hate this place.

It’s 3 p.m. in Boston

under partly cloudy skies.

The traffic on Storrow Drive

is all backed up clear to the Longfellow Bridge.

This is Mike. Who’s this?

Hello, Mike.

Ah, Director Newman. So nice to hear from you.

I should be there momentarily, sir.

There’s been an accident.

It’s the Oshona.

What happened?

The details are sketchy, but apparently

there was a severe shark attack,

and two divers are dead.

You’re talking about Don and Jake?

I’m very sorry, Mike.

Well, what about Linda? The rest?

Is everybody else okay?