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A conversation on board the soon-to-sink-submarine between the Captain, the sonarman Barnes and the other crewmembers around
Captain
 60 Nots? No way Barnes. The Reds don't have anything that fast.
Barnes
Checked it twice. I mean it's a real unique signature, no cavitation, no reacting noise, doesn't even sound like screws.
Captain
What the hell is it?
Crewmember
I tell you what it's not, it's not one of ours.
Bud informing everybody at the rig about their new orders
Bud
Folks, listen up! We've just been told to shut down the hole and prepare to move the rig.
Sonny
What!?
Jammer
Ah, shit...
Bud
We've recieved an invitation to, uh, cooperate in a matter of national security. Now you know as much as I do. Get your geer off and get to controle, we got a briefing in ten minutes...
Bud and Lindsey arguing over the intercom...
Lindsey
I can't believe you're letting them do this!
Bud
Hi Linds... I thought you were in Houston.
Lindsey
I was. Now I'm here. Only 'here' isn't where I left it, is it Bud?
Bud
Wasn't up to me.
Lindsey
Jesus, we were that close to proving a submercible drilling platform could work. I cant believe you let them grab my rig!
Bud
Your rig!?
Lindsey
My rig. I designed the damn thing.
...and the argument ends like this
Bud
I'm switching off now... Bye bye.
Lindsey
Oh, okey. Virgil, you weener, you never could stand up to a fight!
Hippy
'Virgil'?
Bud
God I hate that bitch.
Hippy
Probably shouldn't have married her than, huh?
Lindsey piloting the minisub down to the rig
Lindsay
Explorer, this is Cab 3, starting the descent along the cable.
Radioguy
Roger that, Cab 3. Good luck.
Lindsay
Luck is not a factor.
Lindsay tells everybody of her close encounter outside the rig
Lindsay:
There is something down there. Something not us.
Catfish
You could be more specific.
Lindsay
Not us. Not human, get it? Something non-human but intelligent ... A non-terrestrial intelligence.
Hippy
A non-terrestrial intelligence? NTIs. Oh man, that's better than UFOs. Oh, but that works too, huh? "Underwater Flying Objects".
Bud marking on 'Hippy's suspicions
Bud
Hippy, you think everything is a conspiracy.
Hippy
Everything is.
Bud discussing Lt. Coffey with Lindsey
Bud
Linds, I want you to stay away from that guy. I mean it.
Hippy
The guy is gone. Did you see his hands?
Lindsay
What? He got the shakes?
Bud
Look, he's operating on his own. He's cut off from his chain of command. He's showing signs of pressure-induced psychosis, and he's got a nuclear weapon. So as a personal favour to me, will you try to put your tongue in neutral for a while?
Hippy
I got to tell you, I give this whole thing a spinchter-factor of about 9.5.
Hippy, Catfish and Monk talking about the Fluid Breathing System
Hippy
What is all this stuff?
Monk
Fluid breathing system, we just got them. You use it when you go really deep.
Hippy
How deep?
Monk
Deep.
Hippy
How deep?
Monk
...It's classified. Anyway, you breathe liquid so you can't get compressed. The pressure doesn't get to you.
Catfish
You mean you got liquid in your lungs?
Monk
Oxygenated fluorocarbon emulsion.
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