Last Breath (2025)

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(waves crashing)

(panting)

(air hissing)

(water burbling)

REPORTER: Storm Yulee continues

its way across the UK,

prompting a rare

red weather warning

from the Met Office

for the strength of winds

battering the coast

of eastern Scotland.

(birds screeching)

CHRIS:

Hiya.

MORAG:

Hi.

They want me.

Tomorrow at Clipper Quay.

That's great.

Gives you a month without me

getting in the way

-of all this stuff.

-Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Yeah.

I'll probably have

the whole place framed up

by the time you're back.

Good. I want video updates.

I want reports.

I want to hear all about it.

Yeah. You'll get them.

-Daily.

-(chuckles)

Don't worry. I'll be fine.

I know.

Just remember, it's, uh...

it's like going into space

but it's underwater.

What's hilarious is you think

I find that comforting.

(laughs)

Humans shouldn't be

at the bottom of the North Sea.

I know. I know.

But it is pretty cool.

It's a good thing you're cute.

-(chuckles) Yeah?

-Mm-hmm.

-Cute?

-Mm-hmm.

Your cute, cool diver boyfriend?

Husband? Fianc?

(both laugh)

(engine rumbling)

(indistinct chatter)

Uh, Chris Lemons,

one of the divers.

-Chris Lemons?

-Yeah.

-Hey.

-Hey.

-You all right, guys?

-You all right, mate?

How's it going?

(busy chatter)

-Oh, morning, Craig.

-Chris.

I'm just gonna find out

about the job.

-I'll tell you later.

-All right.

Duncan.

DUNCAN:

Hello, handsome.

What you got for me?

Well, I hear we got

a new captain.

Oh, yeah? Let's hope this one

doesn't cancel Christmas, eh?

(laughing):

Yeah, right?

-Nice to see you.

-How's the house coming?

-You finish my room?

-Yeah, it's going good.

I think we're gonna

paint it pink.

Is that okay?

Or green or purple or...

Pink is actually...

that's a beautiful color.

You know, a lot of people

think it's feminine.

Where you going?

(chuckling)

Just taking two bottles

of hot sauce.

CREWMAN:

Okay.

(warning alarm beeping)

Hey, Stu.

Seen how much helium

they're loading on board?

-Hmm. It's gonna be a deep one.

-(chuckles)

Deeper the better, I suppose.

CREWMAN:

That's 200 feet.

(whirring)

-(busy chatter)

-(steam hissing)

-Hey.

-Huh?

-Morning, Chris.

-Made the cut.

CREWMAN:

Yep! Easy there.

(machinery whirring)

(indistinct announcement

over speaker)

(indistinct chatter)

You all right, lads?

-How's it going?

-Hi, Chris. Good to see you.

(Chris grunts)

So you heard who's on board?

Who's that?

The Vulcan, diver one himself.

Oh, yeah?

I was starting to think

he was just a myth.

Well, should be a fun sat

if you're on his team.

Excited to get in there.

Yeah, I bet.

(chuckles softly)

(indistinct chatter)

Okay.

(chatter quiets)

You lot are gonna be living

in our glamorous tin cans

for the next 28 days,

where you'll be pressurized

down to 300 feet.

You're gonna be my hands

on the seabed

replacing a section of pipeline.

Can't have the gas flow

interrupted,

or people's homes will go cold

this winter.

Once the job's done, you'll

have four days decompression

when your hands can do

whatever they want.

(light laughter)

Okay.

Team C: Nick, Alex and Paul.

Team B is Stu, Kirk and Brad.

Team A is Duncan, with Chris

and that bundle of joy there.

Right, I'm starting blowdown

before departure.

Doors close in ten minutes,

so get cracking.

(quiet chatter)

David, it's Chris.

Nice to meet you.

Just Dave.

Dave. Sorry.

Uh, looking forward

to doing sat with you.

Yep. See you in there.

Yeah, see you in there.

-See you in there, Duncs.

-Yeah.

(Duncan laughing)

Yeah. I see you made Chris

feel nice and welcome.

How is the kid, anyway?

Solid.

He, uh, worked as a deckhand

for three years

before he got the nod,

but then he did

his first five dives with me,

and as we both know, I am

the finest sat daddy around.

(jacket zipping)

Good.

"Sat daddy"? Really?

That sounds strange

coming out of your mouth.

(grunting)

(indistinct chatter)

(indistinct chatter continues

over speaker)

As an old man,

I find I'm a bottom-bunk guy,

you know, just in case

Mother Nature calls.

(Chris chuckling)

Your, uh... your wife?

Uh, no. Fiance.

Word of advice:

Once that door closes,

everything outside

is just a distraction.

Keep your focus

where it needs to be, yeah?

Hey. Don't worry about him.

He's a grizzly when he's here,

but, you know,

once he gets home,

he's a real softie.

He's just daddy

to his two little girls.

Christ, you got

enough chocolate there?

-Just enough for one a day.

-(both laugh)

Divers, are we good

to lock the doors?

(indistinct chatter continues

over speaker)

Team A standing by.

Team B standing by.

Team C standing by.

CRAIG (over speaker):

Doors closing now.

(door clunks shut)

CREWMAN:

Doors closed. Stairs away.

AUTOMATED VOICE:

96.4% helium. 3.6% oxygen.

Gas ratios confirmed.

I'm turning on the taps, boys.

Let's go for a ride.

(gas hissing)

(soft metallic rattling)

(gas hissing)

(hissing continues loudly)

I'll never get used to this.

What?

(indistinct chatter)

(machinery whirring)

(indistinct chatter)

(indistinct chatter continues)

(beeps)

(gas hissing)

(hissing fades)

(mimicking David Attenborough):

Here we find ourselves

at the bottom of the world.

(laughter)

(over speaker):

You are now able to operate

at 300 feet below sea level,

where it will be pitch black

and bloody cold.

And remember, should you step

outside the chamber

prior to decompression,

the gas now saturating

every cell in your body

will expand so rapidly

your vital organs

will quite literally explode.

He says that every time.

(normal voice):

How you feeling, Duncan?

Aces, amigo.

Aces.

Chris, Dave, you okay?

All right,

I'm gonna get some rest.

I'll see you

when we come on station.

(soft rumbling)

(heavy metal music

playing over headphones)

(grunts)

(Dave grunts)

Grub's up.

For God's sake,

show some modesty.

Cover yourself.

(sets kettlebell on floor)

(music stops)

Back in the day, though,

you know,

when I was starting out,

you only needed two things:

little common sense

and a good bottle of Scotch.

Here we go.

DUNCAN:

It really was the Wild West.

Thank God it's not

like that anymore.

Yeah.

I guess I'm the last of my kind.

Kind of a relic.

(clears throat)

Which explains why they're

putting me out to pasture.

What are you talking about?

Well, the company,

in its infinite wisdom,

has decided 20 years

is enough for me

and, uh, you know,

this will be my last rotation.

Really? Wh-Why didn't you

say something?

Because I don't want everybody

making a fuss, you know,

before going in.

You okay?

Is everything all right?

(chuckling):

Yeah. You kidding?

(stammering): It'll be great

to have some free time.

You know, I'll take up golf.

(chuckles)

But I did think that I had

maybe ten more years left.

Or more.

DAVE:

If it's any consolation,

there's a high possibility

that all of our jobs

will have been automated

in ten years, so...

Oh, yeah, that does

console me, Dave. Thank you.

You're welcome.

Well, I tried.

All right. I'm going to bed.

-CHRIS: Night.

-DUNCAN: Nighty night.

So this is our last sat

together, then.

Yeah.

I can't believe it, either.

Why don't you pull a Craig,

get in the hot seat,

call the shots?

-(Duncan laughing)

-What?

No.

I-I am not management material.

And I don't think I could handle

watching you guys

have all the fun.

(scoffs) Yeah, fair enough.

Hey. Look.

You are a great diver.

You don't need me around

anymore.

(chuckles softly)

(soft rumbling)

(metallic rattling and creaking)

MORAG (on video): Right,

so the church holds 80 people

and the village hall

next door 150.

So, as long as we un-invite

half my cousins,

we should be fine.

(chuckles softly)

What else?

Well, I'm looking

really cute today.

Do you miss me?

Nah.

You're having more fun

helping Duncan

with his crosswords.

Bye.

(snoring)

DPO: Marine Control, this is

dive support vessel Tharos...

-Cap.

-...arriving 127 miles

east of Aberdeen

at Huntington Oil Field.

CONTROLLER (over radio):

Thank you very much, Tharos.

We're gonna be

right in the middle

of this storm system all night.

What do you think?

Well, it's borderline, Cap,

but this is the North Sea.

Dynamic positioning status?

Coming over dive site,

turning into swell.

Directional thrusters

holding our position

next to the manifold.

(motor whirring)

(beeping)

Locked on.

AUTOMATED VOICE: Dynamic

positioning system online.

DPO:

Computers have it from here.

Prepare for diving operations.

All right.

Team A up first.

Rise and shine, boys.

This is your one hour's notice.

(grunting)

-Dave?

-DAVE: Hmm?

You want to pop down here

for a five-minute cuddle?

-(Chris chuckling)

-DAVE: I'm, uh...

I'm good, Duncan. Thank you.

DUNCAN:

All right. Thanks for pondering.

(grunts) Thank you, sir.

DAVE:

You're welcome.

CRAIG: All right,

Team A entering wet pot

for final pressing in.

What about your tools?

Got your knife, compass,

-your flares?

-CHRIS: Yeah.

What about you, Dave?

Need a hand?

Didn't think so. All right.

See you guys up top.

Right. Thanks.

(grunts)

Dive Control,

first one in the bell.

You good?

-Yeah.

-Hey.

We're on the job now, okay?

Once we're down there,

it's just the two of us.

-Follow my lead.

-Mm-hmm.

DUNCAN:

Up you come, Dave.

Second man in the bell.

Dive Control,

that's three in the bell.

All right, copy that.

Positioning bell.

(beeping, whirring)

Lifting off sat chamber now.

(beeping and whirring continue)

And... bell over moon pool.

(indistinct crew chatter)

ROV.

Eyes on.

Starting descent.

CREWMAN:

Steady on two.

(whirring)

(creaking)

Bell left surface at 2117.

(burbling)

(deep metallic creaking)

(rumbling)

CRAIG:

Bell passing through 100 feet.

(rattling)

That's 200 feet.

-(water burbling)

-(metallic creaking)

(rumbling)

(creaking continues)

(rattling)

And... at depth.

300 feet.

Bell, go for your door.

Copy that, Dive Control.

(squeaking)

(creaking)

Wow. That is some swell.

That-that's got to be

20-foot seas up there.

Bell, it pains me, but that's

what I've got up here, too.

What can I say, boys?

Still got it.

Every bloody time.

DAVE:

Okay, come on. Let's go.

Turning on hot water feed.

Coming to temperature now.

It's like a bath.

You want me falling asleep

on the job?

It's two degrees

above freezing down there.

But I forgot

how you like to suffer.

Yeah, that's good.

DAVE:

Going in.

CHRIS:

The hat.

Mains gas supply on.

(gas hissing)

And connected.

(hissing stops)

Lowering hat.

CHRIS:

Hand on the hat.

DAVE:

Grip the hat lower.

DUNCAN:

Okay. It's all yours.

-CHRIS: Good?

-DAVE: Hat's on.

Comms check. Comms check.

DAVE:

Comms clear.

Bellman to Dive Control.

How's your feed?

CRAIG:

Yes, coming through.

Uh, Duncan,

this is gonna be a long shift.

I just want to confirm

your adult diaper is on.

(laughs):

That's good material.

You know, you and I

are the same age.

And by the way,

I'm a professional.

I haven't had an irregular

bowel movement since '95.

Okay. Let's do it.

Bailouts coming down.

-DAVE: All right.

-DUNCAN: Yep.

Okay.

Diver good?

Good.

(slow, deep breathing)

DUNCAN: That's diver one

in the water at 300 feet.

Bell, turn on lights

for diver one.

Working.



DUNCAN:

In you go.

Diver one dropping off bell.

DUNCAN:

Okay. Gas flow's good.

Umbilical's connected.

You're locked in.

Comms check. Comms check.

Loud and clear.

Are you good to go?

I'll see you in six hours.

Okay. Stay safe, brother.

(water burbling)



Diver two in the water

at 305 feet.

(fast, heavy breathing)

DUNCAN: Slow your breathing

down a little for me, okay?

(breathing slows)

CHRIS:

Copy.

Diver two dropping off bell.



Touchdown, diver two.

Bell, bearing to the job?

Bell, bearing to the job?

DUNCAN: Diver two

is zero nine zero degrees.

(gasps)

It's this way.



(both breathing steadily)



Cap, both divers are on-site.

Lower the power cable.

Copy that.

Approaching seabed.

Duncan, notify the divers,

would you?

DUNCAN:

Copy.

Divers, power cable

approaching seabed.

DAVE:

Copy that, bell.

I have the connector.

Moving toward manifold now.

(grunts)

(rattling)

DAVE:

Bell, manifold has power.

DUNCAN: Diver one,

prep pipes for installation.

-DAVE: Copy that.

-DUNCAN: Diver two,

head for well three

to begin equalization.

Copy that.

Entering the manifold.

CRAIG: Bell, all looking good

from up here.

(whirring, rattling)

DUNCAN:

How's it looking, diver two?

CHRIS: There's, uh,

rust on the stanchions.

There's growth everywhere.

Visibility's not great.

(grunts)

Oh, I need to cut down

on my desserts.

(whirring and rattling continue)

(beeping)

We just lost our hydroacoustics.

Are we still in position?

Troubleshooting now.

Bell, I've got a reading of, uh,

over a thousand psi

on wellhead three.

DUNCAN:

That's way too high.

CHRIS: All right.

Let me try and work my magic.

(high-pitched whirring)

(whirring lowers in pitch,

then stops)

-(rumbling)

-(rapid beeping)

AUTOMATED VOICE:

Warning. Warning.

Warning.

Cap, the thrusters

have gone offline.

-How many?

-All of them.

DPO:

I'm getting the same here, Cap.



(metallic creaking)

Chris? The ship's moving.

Get out of there now.

What? Dave, can you repeat?

The ship is moving.

Get out of the manifold

right now.

Copy that.

(grunting)

AUTOMATED VOICE:

Warning. Warning.

Dynamic positioning system...

I'm losing everything here.

-Where's our power?

-HANNA: Dead in the water.

Cap, we're drifting

out of control.

Abort. Abort.

We have a runoff.

Get the divers as much

umbilical as possible, Duncan.

DAVE: Chris, our umbilicals

are over the manifold.

We've got to use them

to climb to the top.

(grunting)

Chris,

you've got to really move.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm coming.

I'm coming.

(grunting)

(straining)

DUNCAN:

Divers, where are you?

DAVE: Diver one

on top of the manifold.

Bell, I-I don't have

eyes on you.

(grunting)

CHRIS:

Diver two also on top.

(thud)

(gasping breaths)

My umbilical's snagged.

-(rapid beeping)

-The wind's spinning us around.

DUNCAN:

Power cable's about to give!

DUNCAN: Dive Control, there's

no umbilical left in the bell.

That's everything I've got.

(creaking)

(straining)

(alarm blaring)

(wind howling)

The ship's not drifting.

(Chris grunting over speaker)

That's why.

Look, it's being pulled tight.

Chris has become our anchor.

That's never gonna hold.

It'll snap.

(straining)

DAVE: Bell, I need slack

on diver one.

DUNCAN:

There is no more slack.

DAVE:

I can't get to you.

(grunting)

(deep creaking)

(straining):

My gas supply.

I can't breathe.

(Chris gasping)

DAVE:

Chris, switch to your bailout.

Hey, Chris. On me.

Switch to your bailout.

(air rushing)

(breathing deeply)

DAVE:

Good.

Good.

Now take slow, deep breaths.

Otherwise, you'll burn

through your backup gas.

Understand?

(taking slow, deep breaths)

-(rattling)

-Dive Control?

Diver two is on bailouts.

How much gas does he have left?

Ten minutes.

What happens now?

Your umbilical, it's gonna snap.

You'll get pulled off

the structure.

Now, I will come back for you,

but you have to do

something for me, okay?

You have to get yourself back

to the top of the manifold.

I can't rescue you

if I can't find you.

Understand?

-(creaking)

-(gasping breaths)

J-Just make sure I'm...

(total silence)

(burbling)

(rattling)

(alarm blaring)

(deep creaking)

DAVE: Chris, are you there?

Do you copy?

Chris?

Chris, are you there?

Bell? Bell, do you copy?

Coming back to you now.

(grunting, panting)



(gas hissing)

(hissing stops)

No eyes or ears

on divers or bell.

Condition unknown.

(computer chimes)

ROV feed is back online.

Uh, can you get closer?

Dave has made it back

to the bell.

(grunting)

(panting)

DAVE:

Duncan, if you can hear me,

I'm back on the stage.

(grunting, panting)

(grunting)

What happened?

His umbilical snapped.

He's gone.

-(busy chatter)

-(ship creaking)

CRAIG:

There's no news on Chris.

But we're keeping the bell down

for when we get back

control of the ship.

We'll update you as and when.

CRAIG:

Cap?

Why don't we drop anchor,

stop us drifting any further?

We don't have control

of the ship.

There are acres of oil pipeline

down there.

The anchor could snag

any one of them and rupture it.

There's far more seabed

than there is pipeline.

If we don't drop it now,

there's no telling

how far we'll end up from Chris.

I can't risk

an environmental disaster.

We'll have to find another way.

(ship continues creaking)

(slow, deep breathing)

(whooshing)

Duncan!

Dave?

Duncan, I can't see you.

Duncan, I don't know where I am.



Mani... man-manifold. Manifold.

Okay.

Okay, 90 degrees.

90 degrees.

Okay. Okay.

sh*t.

(quietly):

Find the manifold.

Find the manifold.

Manifold.

Manifold.

ENGINEER (over radio):

Bridge?

We've run the diagnostics.

There's no fault

with the thrusters.

HANNA:

Are you sure?

ENGINEER:

One hundred percent.

We've run them twice.

If the thrusters

are still working,

we can take

the computers offline

and control her manually.

Cap, this system is designed

to be used only in port,

never in conditions

anything like this.

I understand.

If we make a mistake,

we put the entire ship at risk.

Okay, but if we keep drifting,

there's no way of telling

how far we'll get

from diver number two.

From Chris.

And I can't do this without you.

Listen up.

Until the dynamic positioning

is back online,

the first officer

and myself will...

take control

of the ship manually

and stop us from drifting

any further.

DPO, put her in manual.

DPO:

Thrusters in manual.

Port, one four zero degrees

at 30%.

(whirring)

Stern 40.

-HANNA: Stern 40.

-ANDRE: Now.

(whirring)

Moving off drift line.

Distance to dive site

is 630 feet and increasing.

Where is it? Where is it?

Where is it?!

(breathing shakily)

-(metallic creaking)

-(sighs)

Oh, yes. Yes!

You beauty.

(sighs)

(sighs):

Okay.

Okay.

Okay. Got to climb.

I've got to climb.

(grunts softly)

(grunting softly)

(grunting softly)

(burbling)



(gasps, grunts)

(breathing heavily)

(continues breathing heavily)





MORAG:

Chris.

I've gone down

that rabbit hole again.

Got myself into a right state.

MORAG: I know you say

that you're always safe

in your tin can...

...but once you step outside...

...it's like you're stealing

every second.

And I know it's extraordinary...

...but what we have

is extraordinary, too.

(slow, weak breathing)

MORAG:

I'm sorry.

I don't know what I'm saying.

It's just, um...

Come home.

MORAG:

Please come home.



(metallic creaking)

(rattling)

It's a body recovery now.

No, it's not.

-(rattling)

-(busy chatter)

ANDRE:

Stern 40%.

(whirring)

DPO:

Distance to dive site:

570 feet.

ROV, you in range?

On the outer limit now.

They why aren't you

finding my diver?

Copy that.



Come on, come on, come on.

-Incoming swell.

-(ship creaking)

(heavy creaking)

Just keep her steady.

Where are we at

with dynamic positioning?

The only thing left

is a hard reset.

It's only ever done

when we're in for maintenance.

Every part is started up

in sequence.

It takes hours.

Well, you'd better find a

work-around, then, hadn't you?

Starboard, zero nine zero

degrees at 30%.

HANNA:

Thirty percent.

Closing.

(quiet chatter)

Can anyone see anything?

(whirring)



Where the hell is he?

What about up top?





Oh, my God.

He's still alive.





His eyes are closed.

All four limbs appear intact.

No sign of breathing.

Involuntary spasms are from...

oxygen starvation to the brain.

Come on, where is it?

(sighs) Got you.

DPO (over radio):

Bridge?

I think I've found

that work-around.

Tell me.

Every part of the

dynamic positioning

is routed through

a start-up CPU,

which is why it takes

so long to boot up,

so I'm just gonna

physically rewire it

and bypass the whole damn thing.

Are you sure you can

patch it back correctly?

You'll have to get

the sequencing exactly right.

I can do it.

DPO, go ahead. Do it.

CRAIG: Why don't you use

the ROV to pick up Chris

and fly him back to the bell?

It's rated to pick up humans.

(stammers) You can grab

the D ring on his harness

with the pincers from the ROV.

Uh, the ROVs are only ever used

for body recoveries.

Okay? The pincers

are far too dangerous

to be used on anything alive.

I can't see any other options.

Can you?

(rumbling)

Look, Chris is alive right now,

okay, and...

and I don't want

anything I do to change that.

But these lads

are my responsibility.

I'm going to take the controls.

(deep creaking, rattling)



(whirring)



(breath trembling)



(device beeping)

sh*t.

Okay, okay.

Ease up on the front propellers

and let the rears do

all the work, okay?

Copy.

(beeping, whirring)

(breath trembling)

(beeping and whirring continue)

(beeping stops)

(takes deep, shaky breath)

(device beeping)

(takes deep breath)

(burbling)

Got him.

Okay, good.

Raising level now.

(whirring)

Come on.

(whirring continues)

He-he must be caught

on something.

Hey, check the bottom camera.



Why the hell is that carabiner

clipped on?

So he won't get washed away

by the tide

when he's unconscious.

Smart lad.

Setting her down facing Chris.





DUNCAN:

Chris and I first met

on a rescue dive op.

A lobster boat went down

off the Scottish coast.

Took us a day to find the wreck.

And taking turns,

we were down there for hours.

Hours.



We couldn't find the last body.

Guess the current

must have carried it away.

Eventually, it was decided that

it wasn't worth the money

to continue looking

for just a body.

So they gave his wife

a shoebox...

...full of stuff they'd

cleaned out from his locker.

(scoffing):

Imagine...

a box of useless sh*t,

souvenirs.

I'm not giving Morag a shoebox.

You won't.

We're not gonna give up on him.

Good.

(breathing deeply)

Five, six, seven, eight.

(takes deep breath)

(power whirring down)

One eleven, two eleven,

three eleven, four eleven,

five eleven.

(breath trembling)

(taps button)

Oh, no, no.

-(power whirring back up)

-Yes!

(quiet chatter)

The DPS is back online.

ANDRE:

Well done.

Take us back to the manifold.

DPO:

Yes, Cap.

(beeps)

Locked on and engaged.

Let's go get Chris.

DPO:

Auto selected.

(humming)

(electrical buzzing)

Oh.

Oh, finally.

Bell, you copy?

DUNCAN:

Yeah, yeah.

We copy, Dive Control.

(laughs)

How you guys doing?

We're fine. What about Chris?

CRAIG: We found him.

He's on top of the manifold.

He's unresponsive, but we are

heading back as fast as we can.

Okay, speed up.

160 feet to manifold.

(heavy creaking)

(clicks)

(air hissing)

-Gas is good.

-DUNCAN: Hey.

I'm not losing two divers today.

Copy that.

You're good to go.

(breathing deeply)

DUNCAN: That's diver one in

the water, ready and waiting.

Coming over dive site.

Got eyes on Chris.

Get me closer.

Cap, we got to push

our minimums.

We need to get Dave lower.

Do it.

CRAIG:

Reducing to 20 feet.

(metallic creaking)

Settling. Settling.

(rapid beeping)

(chimes)

Locked on, Cap.

Diver one is clear to go.



(takes deep breath)

(Dave breathing deeply)

DAVE:

I got him.

(grunting)

Bell, I'm climbing back

to you now.

(grunting)

(panting)

(grunts) He's heavy.

sh*t, we lost minimums.

Bell, brace for impact.

(deep metallic creaking)

(straining)

(grunts)

(straining)

(metal screeching)

(static crackling)

Duncan?

Duncan?

DUNCAN: I'm okay.

Wh-What about Dave and Chris?

DAVE:

Duncan, are you there?

(grunting)

DUNCAN: I'm with you, buddy.

I'm with you.

(grunting heavily)

(Dave grunting and panting

over speaker)

Dave, you're pushing too hard.

Go with the swell.

Climb when the bell's

coming down

and hold tight

when it's going up.

Copy.

(grunting heavily)

(panting rapidly)

(groans)

(Dave groaning over speaker)

(breathing heavily)

Duncan, this isn't working.

You can do this, buddy.

One last push.

(breathing heavily)

(grunting)

(Dave grunting over speaker)

(Dave straining over speaker)

(strained grunting)

(creaking)

(straining)

Here he comes.

DUNCAN:

Coming now.

(deep metallic creaking)

DUNCAN:

Wait for it.

Now! Now!

Now!

(grunting)



(straining)

(strained grunting)



Duncan, I'm on the stage.

Ready for the winch.



(whirring)

Chris.

(grunts) You're all right.

You're safe.

You're in the bell.

Okay, you're okay, buddy.

You're okay.

(whirring)

(blows)

(panting)

(blows)

Oh, come on.

(blows)

(panting)

Come on!

(blows)

(whimpers)

(Chris gasping)



Okay, buddy.

You're all right.

You're good. You're safe.

You're in the bell.

(whirring)

(whirring stops)

(rattling, creaking)

Can you hear me, Chris?

It's Duncan.

(breathing heavily)

Is he breathing?

Yeah. He is.

Come on, let's get you

out of there.

(static crackling)

Bell, this connection's spotty.

What's Chris's status?

DUNCAN:

Chris is breathing.

-(chuckles)

-(others murmuring)

DUNCAN:

But unresponsive.

(softly):

Oh, no.



Half an hour

with no oxygen to the brain.

It's Duncan. Can you hear me?

Hey, buddy.

Hey.

You're back in the bell.

You're okay.

Come on, buddy.

Can you hear me?

(bangs floor)

(sighs)

(sobs softly)

Chris.

It's Dave.

We got you.

If you can hear me,

move your eyes.

Squeeze my hand.

Give me something.

We're too late.

(sobbing)

(sighs)

No matter what,

you got him back.

We did.

CHRIS:

Dave.

You okay?

(Duncan laughing)

Yeah. Yeah, we're fine, Chris.

-How are you?

-DUNCAN: Yeah, we're okay.

(continues laughing)

Duncan, what's going on

down there?

Bridge, Chris is responsive

and he's talking.

-(laughing)

-(excited chatter)

Yes!

(cheering, laughter)



-

-(voices muted)

(laughing)

What's happened?

Well...

we made out, but I'll tell you

about that later.

(chuckling)

(quiet chatter)

Great job, Cap'n.

You, too. You, too.

(laughs)

Let's get 'em home.

(chuckling):

Aye, Cap.

Gave us a wee fright there,

Duncs.

DUNCAN: I think I might have

actually sh*t myself.

(laughs)

Right, soon as the hatch

is closed, let me know.

I'm bringing you up.

(laughs)



DAVE:

Sorry to wake you.

Oh, it's all right.

I wasn't asleep.

(bag unzips)

Feeling all right?

All things considered.

Right, just breathe normally.

I screwed up, huh?

Just bad luck, really.

Did your job, though.

You got to the top

of the manifold.

Just following orders.

How long was I lost for?

About 40 minutes.

I should be dead.

Yeah.

Pulse is strong.

You know, it's...

it's okay, though, really.

Yeah, I know you're okay.

No, I mean, um...

just, uh...

I felt sad for Morag.

Felt like I'd let her down.

I promised her

it would be okay, and then...

...then that happens.

And I just went numb.

It was...

peaceful.

Just like drifting off to sleep.

(chuckles softly)

It's really not that bad.

Um, I'll let you rest.

Thank you.

(bag unzips)

(sniffles)

(exhales)



(line ringing)

MORAG (over phone):

Morag Martin speaking.

(chuckles)

That was your best

headmistress voice.

Well, that wasn't a voice

I was expecting to hear

-for a few weeks, so...

-Yeah.

Our rotation has been

cut short, so, um...

What happened?

There was a problem

with the ship, so...

I'll be back in Aberdeen

the day after tomorrow.

I'll come and pick you up, then.

No, no.

No, you don't have to do that.

I'll make my own way back.

I love you.

I love you.

(hangs up phone)







So, even after all this,

you're still gonna miss it?

Every damn day.

Why don't you speak

to management about it?

Get you back on rotation.

-(chuckling)

-Figure it out.

Good idea. Um...

forgot my pillow.

-All right. Duncan.

-Hey.

-Love you, brother.

-Love you, too, Duncs.

Yeah.

Hey, do you need a hand

down the gangway?

(chuckling):

No, I'm all right.

Take care, Duncan.

You, too.



(clears throat)



How you feeling, Duncs?

DUNCAN: I'm just not ready

for the scrap heap yet.

CRAIG:

You're a good man, Duncan.



(birds screeching in distance)

(vehicle door opens and closes)

CHRIS:

Hiya.

MORAG (chuckles):

Hi.

(Chris grunts)

You okay?

Yeah, there was an accident.

Um...

What happened?

A, uh... a diver got stranded

on the seabed

and had to be rescued.

Oh, God.

Are they okay?

It was touch and go there

for a bit, but...

...but they're okay now.

It was you, wasn't it?

(Chris sighs)

Oh, Chris.

(shuddering breaths)

Hey. Hey, come here.

I was always gonna

come back to you.

("Go Be Free"

by Gabrielle Aplin playing)

I love you, Chris.

I love you, too.

All I've ever known

is here now

So pick a stone

and throw it in

(softly):

Come here.

Let it drift

with all our memories

The times we've laughed

And go again

Well, God knows

I always need you

And you'll come back

just like the tide

Starlings float

upon the air we breathe

It's okay

To leave my side

You can go

Go be free

'Cause the river always

finds the sea

I know you'll find your way

Back to me

Ah, ah, ah

Mm

Back to me

Ooh, ooh

-Ooh, ooh

-(applause)

Ooh, ooh...

(laughter)





Ooh, ooh.

(song ends)

One of these days,

I'll trade in my boots

("Keep Talking to Me"

by Robert Francis playing)

For a plot and a pine box

A place in the roots

No use pretending

I'm good on my own

When you take that last walk

You take it alone

No disagreements

No dead-end dreams

Everything after

and all in between

No midnight movies,

no moon in July

The reasons for living

you take when you die

High is the river

and low when it's dry

When I'm finally out to sea

Keep talking to me

Keep talking to me

The water is silver

The moon is so gold

You're lucky to see

Your family get old

My family saw me

where I saw myself

For the fun we had living

We traded our health

Someday our bodies

slow to one lane

Tell me our blood goes on

way past the faint

Tell me the Earth

is too pretty to paint

Cold like an iceberg

and dark neath the grave

Tell me my soul

ain't too sorry to save

When I'm finally out to sea

Keep talking to me

Keep talking to me

Keep talking to me

Keep talking to me

Keep talking to me

Keep talking to me.

(song ends)

(music fades)