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[music playing]
[sounds of water]
Nice and easy, boys.
We don't want to do any damage.
Alpha team, what's your status?
Moving.
Regulator nominal.
Ready to stand by.
[INTERPOSING VOICES FROM REGULATORS]
So were looking at another 30 to 45 minutes.
[music playing]
Pressure level is holding steady at seven-niner-zero psi.
That's what I wanted to hear.
OK, guys.
Conditions are green.
Work go on regulator assembly.
Roger that, topside.
We'll snap her together nice and quick.
Commence initial stage--
[INTERPOSING VOICES FROM REGULATORS]
Tension 20%.
Ease her up gently, fellas.
Make sure the manifold seal is nice and tight.
Protrude.
Integrity looks solid.
Checking for stress points.
Decreasing tension by--
[INTERPOSING VOICES FROM REGULATORS]
--the far side of the super-structure.
Give me a view of the--
[INTERPOSING VOICES FROM REGULATORS]
We're four hours behind schedule.
Don't worry.
We'll make up the lost time.
Isn't Porter done with that cable patch yet?
He's still working on it.
Keep in mind, it took six hours just
to compress him for that depth.
And another two to get him on site.
See if you can get him to pick up the pace.
What's his current position?
1,540 feet down, and 100 yards from the edge of the trench.
That's a five mile drop off.
So remind him not to do any sightseeing.
Deep calm, this is Bountress.
Over.
Deep Calm?
Hey, Porter, you down there?
Copy, Bountress.
How's it going?
How do you think?
I'm freezing my nuts off.
Well, the super wants me to remind you that you're
not getting paid by the hour.
Tell him he's welcome to come down and give me a hand.
I'll let him know.
Slap on that Band-Aid as quick as you can.
Bountress, over.
[beeping]
What the?
I've got a contact.
Down that deep?
Impossible.
Shouldn't be anything big enough to register.
Something is there.
200 yards southeast of Porter's position, and closing.
Get him back on the horn.
Porter, this is Bountress.
Come in.
[beeping] Repeat.
This is Bountress.
100 yards.
75.
Porter, come in.
Porter, where the hell are you?
Go ahead, Bountress.
You've got an unknown approaching from southeast.
Repeat, Bountress.
You're breaking up.
Something's coming right at you.
Say again.
Thirty yards.
Twenty.
Get him out of there.
Look, dammit.
It's right beside you.
[ominous music playing]
[screaming]
[sounds of bones crunching]
Porter.
Porter!
Porter, come in, Porter. This is Bountress.
Can you read us?
[sound of air escaping]
[ominous music playing]
[latin style music playing]
[muffled voices]
Mm.
Here, Ben David.
Mm.
Your usual.
Hasta manana.
[music playing]
Hey, que pasa?
Que pasa, man.
Who's your latest victim?
This one's from Frisco.
I want to treat her extra special.
Hey.
Duty calls.
[laughter]
Here comes El Guapo.
[sighs]
[screaming]
Morning, Hector.
Buenas dias, Ben.
You brought me coffee.
Cafe solo.
[laughs]
You gonna get that deathtrap flying any time soon?
Listen, I'm gonna leave you two guys alone.
Try not to kill each other.
A pendejo?
Yeah.
[laughter]
Rise and shine.
Hey, you're late.
If you didn't stop to look at every chica,
maybe you'd be on time for once.
Yeah.
Can I get you one?
And here's yours.
[laughter]
Hey, is this a great life, or what?
La vida loca, amigo.
Ruiz pays us to patrol these beaches.
One of the guys at the harbor told me
about this dive spot that is just crawling with lobster.
Sounds good.
It's just south of Banderas Point.
Oh, no.
That's way out of our patrol zone, eh?
You're going to get us in trouble.
Again.
Look, don't worry about it.
Again.
I said, don't worry it.
We'll do it after our shift.
No one's gonna find out, OK? Trust me.
Trust you?
[laughter]
Why do I let you talk me into things like this?
Because you're my bitch.
[laughter]
You wish.
[laughter]
[music playing]
[sounds of fishing line winding]
[moaning]
Ah, I got you.
I got you.
Don't try to real him in all at once.
Let him tire himself out.
I got him.
How long's it gonna take?
Depends.
Once I saw a marlin fight for five hours.
Five hours?
Oh, god.
Come on, you sucker.
[ominous music playing]
[crunching]
Oh, what happened?
The line must have broken.
Real it in.
I got something.
You ready, senor?
Hold on.
What the?
Ah.
30 years.
[arguing]
No one will know.
You just got to learn to trust me.
I know where the best lobsters are.
Stop nagging.
You're like an old woman.
We've got stay here and work.
I don't want to get fired.
I don't think it's a good idea.
Look, just relax, OK?
I'll be back.
I'll be back in 10 minutes, and I'll bring you
up a five pounder, guaranteed.
[laughs] OK. You better.
- I will.
Come on. Dive.
- I will. - Vamanos.
Vamanos, amigo.
[laughs] Hasta luego.
[calm music playing]
[sounds of air from respirator]
[ominous music playing]
[respirator sounds]
What were you doing down there?
Getting some dinner.
That's a high power communications cable.
It's not something to screw around with.
Look, I don't think it's me that you got to worry about.
What's that?
A shark's tooth.
I pried it from the underwater cable.
All right.
We'll take it from here.
Just be more careful in the future, OK?
OK.
- No one's gonna know, huh? - Look, we--
You know we're going to hear about this, right?
Ruiz is not going to know about this, OK?
There's no way he's going to find out.
[sighs] [non-english speech]
[sound of boat engine]
[calm music playing]
[typing sounds]
[sounds of exasperation]
[calm music playing]
[traffic sounds]
[footsteps]
[ominous music]
[screams]
Sorry, Miss Stone.
Good evening, Todd.
Working late again?
As usual.
You've been running around, nonstop, all day.
Why don't you take a break?
Oh, I have so much to do.
I have to catalog all this stuff,
and get it down to the prep area.
Bonnie's been waiting 65 million years.
I think she can wait a half hour while you grab a sandwich.
[laughs] No, thanks.
You're always too kind.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Bye.
[footsteps]
[music playing]
[keyboard sounds]
[beeping]
Mystery shark?
[beeping]
Oh, my god.
[sounds of ocean]
Right, Mr. Ruiz. Yes.
Make it happen.
Morning, Mr. Ruiz.
You wanted to see me? - Ah, Ben.
Thanks for coming.
This is Jeff Tolley.
He's CEO at Apex Communication.
Ben, here, is one of the resort's patrol guards.
Why don't you sit down for a minute?
Sure. Thank you.
Mr. Tolley he has a large number of guests
staying at the resort.
Really?
We're having a celebration on the launch
of our new trans-Pacific cable.
I heard about that.
The harbor master says you're bringing in a cruise liner.
Ah, well.
It's not quite that big.
Some of Senor Tolley's people said that you were diving
near their cable yesterday.
Yeah, I was.
But I wasn't messing with it, if that's what you're getting at.
They said that it seemed something bit
through the protective covering and damaged
some of the fiber optics.
That's right.
I found a shark tooth in the cable.
I see.
I'm hoping this is a random incident.
Last month, we had to bury 50 miles of cable
near Japan, just because a cargo ship
snagged it with its anchor.
I'd hate to have to do something like that here.
No.
The shark was probably just curious,
and took a bite at the cable just to see what it was.
You know, sharks are always biting things.
I really wouldn't worry about it.
Well, thank you for the reassurance.
No problem.
Ben, let me walk you out.
Sure.
Nice to meet you. Good bye.
Pleasure.
I hired you to keep the beaches safe
and protect the guests.
That's all.
So from now on, you will keep to your assigned patrol area.
Am I clear?
Yes, sir.
[calm music playing]
[moaning]
[laughing]
Um-hm.
Come on.
[laughter]
[splashing sounds]
Andele.
Come on.
Come on, mi amore.
Whew!
Baby, don't go so far out.
Porque?
You
Don't know what's out there?
Are you afraid that something's going to swim
up and bite your culo, hm?
[moaning]
[ominous music playing]
[moaning]
[ominous music playing]
[moaning]
[screaming]
It's just a sand tiger shark.
Pretty ugly, but harmless unless you're a fish about that big.
I heard it scared that girl so bad she ran all the way
up to the street, buck-naked.
Almost caused an accident.
I bet Ramirez will think twice about bringing
another girl to this spot.
So, what do we do with the shark?
Get someone who has a truck to cart it back up to the dock.
I'm sure some of the fishermen will
chop it up and use it for bait.
You got 'em.
Cool.
You know where I can find Ben Carpenter?
Yes.
He's over there.
Thanks.
[speaking spanish]
Hi.
I'm looking for Ben Carpenter.
That would be me.
I stopped by her office, and they said that I might
be able to catch you down here.
Well, you caught me.
Hi.
I'm Cat Stone.
The marine biologist from the San Diego Aquarium.
I saw your message on the internet.
Well, that was fast.
Must be something pretty important
for you to come all the way down here for a single tooth.
Oh, it's a quick flight, and I thought I'd
enjoy the change of scenery.
Besides, if your tooth is what I think it is,
it will be worth the trip.
Well, then I won't keep you in suspense.
Oh, great.
So what's so special about it?
I checked online, and I couldn't find
a shark that would match it?
We think it's a subspecies of the mako shark.
Very rare, and extremely nomadic.
Where did you say you found this?
I pried it from an underwater cable,
about five miles offshore.
Could you give me the exact location?
Sure.
Great.
You know, it's a pretty big tooth.
How dangerous is this shark?
No more than the regular mako.
You know, I'm just concerned about our beaches.
If there's a threat, I would really like to know.
Oh, these sharks almost always stay out in the open ocean.
You know, I know our aquarium would love
to buy this tooth from you.
Keep it.
Think of it as my contribution to science.
Thanks.
I appreciate that.
So, now that you have your tooth,
is it right back up to San Diego?
No.
I thought I'd hang out for a couple of days
and see if you might still be in the area.
I'll let you know if I find anything.
OK.
If you're done flirting over there, we do have work to do.
[laughs]
Looks like you've got to go.
Yeah.
I'll see you around.
- It was nice meeting you. - Yeah.
Nice to meet you, too.
You know, you're dead meat.
Anything else?
No, thank you.
- Hello? - Hey.
It's Cat. - What's going on?
I just saw this tooth, and it's genuine.
As in the real McCoy.
Oh.
I need you to get those video guys
down here as fast as you can.
OK.
I want to document all of this before I take it public.
Right.
And keep it quiet.
Not a problem.
I'll send somebody down.
- I owe you one. - OK.
See ya.
[music playing]
[muffled bar noises]
[non-english speech]
[music playing]
[moaning]
[non-english speech]
[moaning]
[screaming]
[music playing]
[screaming]
[crunching sounds]
[screaming]
[music playing]
[traffic noises]
[sounds of typing at keyboard]
[beeping]
Oh, shit.
[beeping]
[phone ringing]
You want to answer it?
Not really.
[phone ringing]
What the hell's going on?
It's the first power grid.
I was running one of the tracers,
checking the line resistance, and we lost it.
You overloaded the line?
No, no, no, sir.
It was well below capacity.
One minute, it was fine.
And the next, we shorted out.
Fuck.
That's all I need.
Call Chuck Rampart.
Tell him to go out there and check the cable.
In the meantime, I want you code monkeys
to figure out a way to make the backup systems work properly.
That's what I pay you for.
Fuck.
Tolley isn't happy?
Assholes are never happy.
[sounds of typing at keyboard]
[sounds of ocean]
Hey.
Hey, there, amigo.
You guys off in search of Atlantis?
I wish.
No, got another problem with the fiber line.
Trouble in a junction box 10 miles out,
so we're going to take her out for a look.
Report back what we find.
I saw a break in the cable, just off the coast,
about two days ago.
Shark bit right through the casing.
Really?
Man, they never tell me anything.
So, Chuck.
When are you going to let me pilot her solo?
You got to pass my test on submersibles first.
Oh, come on.
Don't you think I'm a little too old for a driver's test?
Maybe.
But a Jeep doesn't implode when you drive it wrong.
Yeah, I guess you're right.
Well, take it easy, guys. OK?
Adios.
Adios, amigos.
You will actually let him drive the sub?
Kid's got damn good instincts.
Make a hell of a submariner some day.
Only if he listens to you, right?
Of course.
[laughter]
I love Mexico.
Great place to be.
It's not a bad way to make a living, bro.
No, man, I'm all for it.
Man.
Look over there, eh?
Oh!
Let's get shooting.
All right.
Let's do it.
Whoa.
Hey, you guys get the cameras.
I'm going to check out the boat.
Yes, ma'am.
Oh, mama.
Don't think I don't know you're
checking out my ass, Friedman.
Who, me?
Come on.
Oh, I like her.
Davis, you like anything with a pair of tits, man.
That's true.
It is.
But you're the ass man, remember?
And you'd do anything for that ass.
Fucking A, right, man.
Come on.
[sounds of boat engine]
Nice.
Playing with your toys?
Toys are actually what it's all about.
You see, this here happens to be an underwater lipstick camera.
Looks pretty small to me.
[laughter]
Well, it's really not the size that matters.
Right, buddy?
It should be one hell of a shot if we can get in close
enough to stick the shark.
Oh, you're going to get close, all right.
I want you guys to get as much footage as you can get.
Hey, we're pulling up to the location
where they found that tooth.
Guess what, boys?
You start chumming.
Ah, man.
This really stinks.
All right, sharky, come and get it.
[sounds of boat engine]
[announcer in background]
[boat engine sounds]
[ominous music playing]
[crashing sounds]
[groaning]
What the hell?
Holy cow.
Is that it?
It's about the right size. Get the cameras.
Wow.
[ominous music playing]
All right, baby.
Come and get it.
[sounds of camera shutter]
You getting it?
I need to get lower. I'll get you there, man.
All right, bro.
Come on. Here we go.
You're hooked, man.
Yeah.
All right.
Watch out.
Coming through.
[camera sounds]
[ominous music playing] - Here he comes.
Un-fuckiing-believable!
Did you get it?
Yeah.
And oh, man.
Eat your heart out. - Yes!
Yes!
Look out!
Shit.
What are you doing?
Making sure.
Yeah.
That's our baby.
We've got to tag it.
[music playing]
Oh.
You got it, Cat.
You bet your balls.
Come on. Come on, baby.
The tag's working.
All right, guys.
Take a look at this.
Oh, man.
She's going deep.
Just keep it rolling.
Holy fucking shit.
We got this baby.
Yeah!
We got it.
[laughter]
She's happy.
Good boy.
Come on.
Atta boy. Come on over here.
Come on.
Here we go.
Atta boy.
Good catch.
Come on.
Bring it here.
Good boy.
Oh, go get it.
Go get it.
Come on.
Go.
Ah, geez.
Stupid dog.
I don't know why I bring you.
Here.
Catch it.
Get it, boy.
Get it.
[groans]
[ominous music playing]
[screaming]
[crunching sounds]
Wow.
This is a surprise.
Late night social call?
Resort security matter.
Sounds official.
There's been a shark attack.
Come in.
Excuse the mess. I've been working.
I can see that.
And trying to quit smoking.
How's it going?
Terrible.
So tell me what happened.
It's serious.
We found a guy's leg near a beach
where he was playing Frisbee with his dog.
Oh, my god.
Cataline Stone.
Paleontologist.
San Diego Natural History Museum.
So I guess this means you're not a marine biologist after all.
You lied to me.
I had to.
Why?
This shark isn't just some rare species.
It's supposed be extinct.
Megalodon.
Ancestor to the great white shark.
It can grow in excess of 75 feet long.
Jesus.
With a 10-foot wide bite.
You're telling me one of these things
is swimming off my coast?
No.
You have a baby swimming off your coast.
It's only 15 feet long.
But it's a damn dinosaur.
How did it get here?
I don't know.
That's what I'm trying to find out.
Jesus.
You should have told me the truth.
Like you would have believed me.
That's not the point.
You knew what it was.
You had a responsibility.
I didn't know the shark would be a danger to anyone.
Well, why don't you tell that to the family
of the man who's dead?
This thing is obviously dangerous.
We've got to get rid of it.
You can't just kill it.
Watch me.
Do you know what we can learn from this discovery?
It's like finding a Tyrannosaurus
Rex in your backyard.
You know, Cat.
I don't see that as being a good thing.
Ben, wait.
[muffled voices]
You know, I know what you're going to ask,
so don't even say it.
Fine.
How are you going to find it?
I'll find it.
Well, you're going to have a hard time without this.
- You tagged it? - Yes, I did.
I can come within 10 meters of that shark.
Close enough to bite you.
You know, I could confiscate that thing.
You could try.
Or you could come on my boat.
We could work together.
I don't like playing games, Cat.
Neither do I. So what do you say, we both get what we want?
I can study the shark, and you can protect your beaches.
Beats cruising around in circles all day.
What--
[speaking spanish]
All right.
But at the first sign of trouble, I'm taking it out.
Fair enough.
Smart ass.
Well, excuse me.
How can these sharks still be alive after all this time?
Some scientists believe that the megalodon survived
the extinction of the dinosaurs, and the Ice Age,
by living in deep water trenches.
And no one has seen one after all this time?
Come on.
Hey, guys.
Check this out.
I was going through yesterday's footage.
Take a look at this.
Wait, wait.
You put a camera on the shark. - Oh, yeah.
You gotta love the shark-cam, man.
Is that the cable where you found the shark tooth?
Yeah, that's the Apex cable.
Hey, guys.
We're getting a signal.
West 18.
That's about a half mile to the Northeast.
OK.
Get the cameras ready, boys.
You got it.
Let's go.
[music playing]
Ah, it's headed due east.
Due east.
Oh, Jesus.
It's headed right for the resort.
Full throttle!
Now!
[music playing]
[muffled voices]
Ready?
Ready, go.
There it is.
Jimmy, this is Ben.
What is it?
We've got a shark heading for the shore.
Get everyone out of the water now.
You got it.
[whistle blowing] Shark!
Everybody out of the water!
Shark!
Everybody out of the water.
Out of the water.
Everybody.
Shark!
Everybody out of the water.
[ominous music playing]
Shark!
Everybody out of the water.
Faster!
Go!
Faster!
Everybody out of the water!
Come on. Everybody.
Keep coming.
Ben, put the gun down.
[screaming]
What are you doing?
I had it in my sights.
Hey, you did it.
You cut him off.
He's heading back out to sea.
See? Problem solved.
And no one got hurt.
Yeah?
Well, we were lucky.
We were very lucky.
Wow, it's fast.
What's our speed?
We're barely keeping pace at 20 knots.
Oh, no.
Faster.
It's headed straight for that boat.
[music playing]
[non-english speech]
Yes, sir!
Whoa!
[laughs]
Guys!
Whoo!
Oh, shit.
It's going to ram them.
Whoo!
Shark!
Oh!
Shark.
Shark!
Hey!
Move.
[non-english speech]
Hey.
Move the boat.
Move.
[non-english speech]
Ah, shit.
[thumping sound]
Go!
We're not going to make it.
Shit!
[ominous music playing]
Oh, my god.
[screaming]
[non-english speech]
[screaming]
[thump]
[screaming]
Oh, no, no, no.
The shark's dragging her out to sea.
Wait, wait.
Pull over.
This guy needs medical attention.
[non-english speech]
Give me a hand, here.
Wait, wait.
Get him in the boat.
Help me, please.
[groaning] - Hurry.
Hurry.
Come on, Ben.
What happened?
Hurry, Ben.
Hurry.
Give me the wheel.
We've got to save her.
Hang on.
Easy now, easy.
Watch your head.
Help me!
Help!
Oh, help me!
[screams]
Oh, no, no, no, no.
She's going down.
Oh, my god.
[screaming]
Oh, my god.
Hang on.
Go down and help her.
Help me.
Come here.
Hold on to my hand.
Hold on.
Get her in!
[screaming]
[crunching]
Ah!
[sobbing]
We're damn lucky.
My lawyers tell me we're indemnified
against any legal action.
You're talking about legal action
when two people have just been killed?
Hey, thanks to you.
You knew about this Jurassic shark and didn't tell me.
I thought I could handle it.
You thought wrong.
Look, I can kill the shark.
But we need to close the beaches.
People pay a lot of money to come down here.
And they expect to use everything,
including the beaches.
You cannot let people swim in the water
when there's a shark out there.
OK.
Let me handle the beaches.
I'll come up with something.
I'll retire, whatever.
But you kill this thing, and you do it quickly and quietly.
Understand?
Perfectly.
[music playing]
Hey.
It's OK.
No, it's not OK.
I've studied fossils my whole life.
Nothing but theories and guesses.
This is my one chance to prove that I was right.
Look what happened.
All those people are dead.
And its all my fault.
Oh, don't blame yourself.
How could I be so blind?
Did you see that girl?
She was so scared.
And I had seconds that I could have saved her life.
Cat, what's done is done.
There's nothing we can do to change it.
What we have to do now is stop anyone else from getting hurt.
Cat, I was looking at the video of the shark hugging the cable.
Do you have any idea why it's attracted to it?
It could be electromagnetic, or visual stimuli.
What's running through that cable?
It's fiber optics.
I don't know the specifics.
But I do have a friend who's working on the project.
Prehistoric, huh?
That's right.
Prehistoric.
Damnedest thing I ever heard.
Could the fiber be emitting something?
Low level electrical field, maybe.
Not enough to harm anybody.
But maybe enough to attract something.
In the '80s, AT&T had problems with sharks biting
through their fiber cables.
Thought the cable insulation was too thin.
Electricity bleeding through the water.
So the same thing could be happening here?
Let me show you something.
Now, this section of cable here in Mexico
connects to North America and South America.
Then 10 miles south, branches off to Australia and Japan.
Both systems set to go online in two days.
It looks like the cable goes near several deep water
trenches.
Yeah.
I lost a good buddy in an accident right about here.
Near the Challenger deep trench.
I'm sorry about that.
We know the meg's attracted to the cable.
And with it running this close to the trenches,
it could have easily drawn it out of the deep, blue sea
and lead it right here.
That cable goes to full power, there
is no telling how many of these megs
we're going to have on our hands.
We can't let that system go online.
Oh, guys.
You're going to have a hell of a time
convincing Tolley to delay a billion
dollar project over what?
Some sharks and a hunch?
Yeah, you know.
He's right.
We, we don't have enough proof.
Besides, we've got to deal with the meg that's out there now.
All right.
I'll dig around in Apex's computer file.
See what I can find.
Do you have access?
Well, I will when I'm done hacking.
You know what?
I think we're going to need all the help we can get.
Let's go.
[music playing]
Hey.
- Guys take that? - Yeah.
Great.
Easy, easy, easy, easy.
Now, are you sure this will kill it?
If you want, I can test it out on Friedman first.
[laughter]
I heard that.
Smart ass.
- Is everything stowed? - Everything's stowed.
Come. Let's go.
Let's roll.
OK
[sound of boat engine]
[music playing]
Come on, baby.
Come on.
Here's your password.
Power bleed through.
You knew it was leaking.
What else are you hiding, Tolley?
[music playing]
Son of a bitch.
The Pacific Horizon is prepared for tomorrow.
What's the final head count?
46 guests.
46 investors.
You don't throw $100,000 on a party cruise
if they're just guests.
Yes, sir.
It'll be first class, all the way.
You fucking--
KNEW!
Security!
Security, get in here!
You knew.
And you didn't warn them.
Calm down, Chuck.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Bull shit.
It's all right here.
The diving accidents.
Seven men dead, including my friend.
You know something was dangerous down there,
and you let them dive anyway.
They knew it was risky.
There were things that weren't accounted for out there.
Bull fucking shit.
You knew something was happening.
And you covered it up.
You're finished, Tolley.
When the press gets a hold of you,
they're going to rip you a new asshole.
Go tell your story.
Who would believe you?
A disgruntled employee with stolen confidential documents.
My lawyers will have a field day with you.
They are the real sharks.
This isn't over yet, Tolley.
Not by a long shot.
Get him out of here.
[sound of boat engine]
Esai, this is Ben.
You there?
Yeah, go ahead, man.
Listen, nothing on our end so far.
Where are you at?
I'm about five miles south of the resort.
I haven't seen a thing.
Maybe the shark skipped town, huh?
Somehow I doubt it.
Let me know if you see anything.
You got it.
[beeping]
OK, OK.
West of our position, about one mile.
All right, I'm on it.
Esai.
Look, we found it.
We're about, what?
Two miles northwest of the resort jetty.
I'm on my way.
10-4.
[music playing]
Cat, take this.
Let's get this going.
Come on, you mother.
Come to papa.
He's gone under.
Slow down.
[thumping sound]
Jesus.
Oh.
Son of a bitch.
[music playing]
Hold on.
Here it comes.
Yes!
Got it.
I got it.
Son of a bitch.
Davis, you OK?
Davis!
I'm going to get my shot gun.
Davis, come on, buddy.
Come on, buddy.
Don't do this, Davis. Davis.
Davis!
Come on.
Come on, Davis.
Davis, come on.
Come on.
[sparking sounds]
[crashing sounds]
[screaming]
Help me!
Oh, god.
[screaming] - What?
Cat!
[screaming]
Don't move.
Stay where you are.
Die, goddammit!
Die.
Die!
You son of a bitch.
Die!
[screaming]
Please, God.
Help me.
God, help me.
[screaming]
God damn it.
Jesus.
You're extinct, fuckers.
[groaning]
[sobbing]
Are you guys, OK?
Yeah.
Davis, you all right?
Yeah.
Oh, shit.
[horn blowing]
Hey!
Esai!
Esai, we're taking on water.
I'll be right there.
Esai!
Over here.
Hey, over here.
[screaming] Help me!
Holy fucking shit.
[screaming]
Oh, my god.
Shit!
Get up.
Let's get up on top.
Go.
Climb.
Use your feet.
They're over there.
[screaming]
No!
Oh, my god.
No!
[engine sounds]
Ah, shit.
Man.
[helicopter sounds]
What the hell was that?
Look at that.
Look at the tooth.
God, look at the size of that thing.
This is our proof.
I'll hold on to it.
Shit.
Hey!
[screaming]
Don't fall.
Hey!
He better hurry.
[music playing]
Give me your hand.
All right.
Just take it easy.
Let's go.
[screaming]
Hold on.
Don't let go.
Hector, get us out of here.
Don't let go.
Arg!
Come on. Come on.
You got it.
Climb.
Oh.
You OK, Ben?
Yeah.
What the hell was that?
You don't want to know.
Esai is dead, and so were two other people.
What are you talking about?
Another megalodon showed up and killed them.
Another one?
You said you were going to take care of it.
Yeah, well we killed it.
But it's mother's huge.
How big?
Larger than a Greyhound bus.
Bull shit.
Look.
That is what you're dealing with.
You can't keep this quiet.
We've got a 60-foot shark swimming off our coast
that's not going to go away.
Someone's got to tell the authorities.
And let the world know we've got a dinosaur
swimming off our beaches?
You're not going to blow the whistle?
No.
Fine.
Then I will.
What happened in there?
I just quit.
- Are you serious? - Yeah, yeah.
I'm serious.
Hector give me the news.
You guys all right?
Yeah, we're OK.
Apex knew about the megalodons.
Tolley turned a blind eye, and counted his money.
But we've got bigger problems to deal with than that.
You got that right.
I just went to the police.
They don't have the boats or the manpower to help out.
Well, what about the Navy?
I tried.
But Navy is not going to violate 12-mile limit.
I called the Coast Guard.
They can get a cutter down from California.
How long will that take?
Not until the end of next week.
That's not quick enough.
So what do we do?
We handle it ourselves.
I know where we can get explosives.
No questions asked.
We use the mini-sub.
Plant the charges below the cable at the junction box.
That'll prevent Apex from turning on the system.
But we still have to deal with the meg.
We know it's attracted to electricity.
Let's use it to our advantage.
I could string together a series
of high voltage batteries.
That ought to be hot enough to bring him to us.
And how do we plan to kill it?
We don't want to risk wounding it
and having it swim back out to sea.
We want something powerful enough that we'll not miss it.
I got something I think you ought to see.
The Mark 44 torpedo.
Taken out of service 15 years ago.
It travels at 55 knots, has a range of 10 miles.
Where did you get that thing.
The last sub I was on was decommissioned.
Lot of hardware laying around.
I thought better here than rusting in a scrap heap.
Does it work?
It'll blow a hole clear through the hull
of a battleship.
What about a shark?
Abso-fucking-lutely.
[music playing]
OK.
So the torpedo's hooked up and armed.
Does that mean we're all ready to go?
Well, the Mark 44 torpedo launch system's nominal.
There's a wrinkle.
It wasn't designed to hone into a biological target.
Needs something mechanical or electrical.
We need to tag the meg with this.
It will send out a signal powerful enough for the torpedo
to lock onto it.
But that means somebody's got to get close to the shark.
Not necessarily.
Well, where did you learn to use a crossbow, anyway?
I did a little deer hunting in my day.
All right, you two.
Get some sleep.
Yes, sir.
We'll meet back here at 8:00 AM.
Don't be late.
I'm exhausted.
Yeah.
Me, too.
But, you know, I'm really wired.
What do you say I take you home and eat your pussy?
[moaning]
[music playing]
[submarine sounds]
OK.
Sardines are in the can.
Copy that.
We'll shadow you from above.
You two be careful down there.
We'll be fine.
OK.
Let's get this circus underway.
[music playing]
[muffled voices]
All right.
Talk to me.
The harbormaster has barred any boats from leaving the bay.
The fine $5,000.
Fine.
Pay it.
You know how much is riding on this today.
How much money is standing on that boat, right now.
That's my future, and yours.
- Everything will be fine. - It better be.
Don't worry.
A friend of mine, here, has bought us
a little insurance, just in case the shark shows up.
Good.
Let's go.
[dramatic music playing]
All right.
We're closing in.
We're getting close.
Copy that.
What was that?
Clear air turbulence.
It happens when you fly this low.
You'll get used to it.
Not likely.
OK, Ben.
It's all yours.
OK.
We're hooked on.
Back away.
Nice and easy.
Ah, oh.
Phew.
Piece of cake, right?
[music playing]
[muffled conversations]
Hey.
How are you?
Nice to see you. Hey.
How's it going?
I'll see you later.
Good.
Hey.
How's it going?
Here's cheers, honey.
Ladies and gentlemen, if I could have your attention
for a brief moment.
I would like to thank all of you for coming
on what I'm sure will be a landmark day
for Apex Communications.
Today we begin official use of a new generation
of communication technology.
OK.
We're clear by now.
You want the honors?
OK, Porter.
This is for you.
[explosion]
[laughter]
That cable is history.
Uh, dude.
We just lost the main junction box.
Well, switch to the backup router.
I can't.
There's nothing there.
The whole line's completely dead.
Shouldn't we call Tolley?
Not unless you want to make the call.
Take a look at that.
We've got problem.
Go ahead.
There's a yacht out on the water.
No way.
The harbormaster we're supposed to bar all traffic
from leaving the port.
Well, I guess somebody didn't listen.
Within the next two years, we plan to build an entire network
of fiber optic cables, spanning the globe,
and bringing the world together as never before.
[applause]
Ladies and gentlemen, I propose a toast.
To the future of Apex
Here, here.
Cheers.
[crashing sound]
[screaming]
Where the hell is your insurance?
What?
A fucking grenade.
It's downstairs.
SHIP CAPTAIN: May day!
May day!
This is the Pacific Horizon.
We've been struck repeatedly and the controls
are not responding.
May day!
What's going on?
The shark is attacking the ship.
[dramatic music playing]
[screaming]
We're OK.
Drop the box in the water and try to lure the shark away
so you can tag it.
We're getting there as fast as we can.
Copy that.
I'm dropping the box.
[dramatic music playing]
Let's go.
Hold it steady.
Son of a bitch.
I missed it.
We had turbulence.
Don't worry.
We'll figure something out.
Here.
Take the wheel.
What?
What are you doing?
Always carry a spare.
It's the Navy way.
Oh, Jesus.
OK.
Time to get wet.
Take us up.
There it is.
Throw a grenade.
[explosion]
- Jesus, what the hell was that? - Toss another one.
God damn it.
One, two three.
Chew on that.
[groaning] Come on.
Come on.
Come on to daddy.
Come on Come on.
Ben.
Come in, Ben.
Ben.
[groaning] Pull up.
Oh, yeah.
Oh.
I think you just passed your driving test.
All right, kid.
You're on your own.
[screaming]
[shouting]
What?
[screaming]
Oh, god damn.
No.
Oh.
Oh, my god.
Ben.
Come in.
Come in, Ben.
I will go around again.
[dramatic music playing]
[screaming]
I'm ready.
OK.
[beeping]
Got him.
Let's get some distance.
[crashing sound]
Oh, shit.
[buzzing]
Can't turn.
Up yours, smart ass.
Get your ass topside.
Way to go, Ben.
Dammit.
I've lost the transmitter.
Forget about it.
Just get out of there.
There's got to be another way.
There is no other way.
But the feed will need the signal to lock onto.
Wait.
I've got an idea.
What?
I can't explain.
Just wish me luck. - All right.
You got it.
[shouting]
Boy, do I feel under-dressed.
[beeping]
Come on.
Come on, come on, come on, you waste of life.
Come on, baby.
Oh, here you go.
[crashing sounds]
Torpedoes away, mother fucker.
[groaning]
Come on.
Open, god dammit!
Come on.
[explosion]
Ben!
I will call for help.
Ben.
I got him.
Got him?
Flip him over.
Ben.
Are you OK?
Ben. Ben.
Ben, listen to me.
Are you OK?
[coughing]
Ah, kid.
You're OK. - You OK?
You OK?
Come on.
You're OK.
Megalo-who
[laughter]
Ah, man.
Hey.
Where are the cocktails?
[laughter]
[music playing]