That was the wrong cab.
I want cab number 4-0-4.
Okay, one more for you, 4-0-4.
The market at 7701 El Cajon Blvd.,
going up to 88.
No, 7701 El Cajon Blvd.
7701 El Cajon Blvd.
7-5-0, the billiard
down on 1106 Broadway.
Down at 306.
Couldn't get it, sir.
Number... number 623.
The High Bar's Lobby.
That number is 757.
You want to know how to get there?
From where?
It'll cost you about 6 to 6.50, sir.
Right on top
of the Paramount Hill.
North of... just south of Balboa
and Paramount Drive.
About $6.00
6-5-4.
Cancel. I'm at a Vons.
I'll take to the right.
Can't stand, uh...
C-4.
4-10.
5-2-2, 1907 Columbia, number 3.
Would you take me
about two miles down the road?
- Right near the drive-in?
- Okay.
5-0-3.
4-3-6.
I could get him. 5-4-2.
No, it's 5-4-7.
Mercy Hospital Emergency for Mauricio.
4-4-5.
Does Billy like his new rattle?
Listen. Isn't that nice?
Mommy'll buy you
a new one for your birthday.
And we'll invite
all your little friends, won't we?
Make a patty-cake for mommy.
Can you patty-cake for me?
I'll do it for you.
Do the keys. Do the keys.
Billy can do it.
Billy can go "click click," can't he?
Billy can.
Don't put that
in your mouth, darling.
We're gonna have lunch
in a few minutes.
We'll have carrots, celery,
and a little apple juice, all right?
You'd like that, hmm?
Susan? Hi!
- Hi!
- How are you?
Look out.
Where'd you disappear to?
Burt and I went up to see
his family in Santa Barbara.
You could've called.
We were worried.
I kept trying, but you're never at home.
What do you do with yourself?
I know, Ruth.
We've been so busy.
Jack got a raise
and we're going to move.
Really? Don't go too far away.
Have you found a house yet?
No, I hope we find one soon.
I'm exhausted.
Don't worry, You'll be moved in
before you know it.
We'd better be!
Jack and I are tired of looking.
And how's the little fatso?
He's fine. I was
just taking him home for lunch.
- Why don't you come along with us?
- I'd love to, but I gotta rush.
I'm meeting Burt. Look, let's
get together next week, okay?
But... but where is he?
No... Billy!
This is the Codfish
calling the Coast Guard station.
Coast Guard, what is
the weather forecast and prediction?
All right.
Okay, thank you, Coast Guard.
Codfish over and out.
Hey, watch it!
You're gonna fall off
one of these days!
Did you hear me?
What's the weather report?
Can we sail tomorrow?
We'll sail when I'm through here.
Did you clean that engine?
I wanna get something to eat first.
Want a sandwich?
- Not now.
- Whatever you say.
Don't you ever think about eating?
Where'd you get
that belly from? Beer?
Somebody else worries about me.
Bill?
My God!
You're gonna tell me Rosie White
kisses better than I do?
You bet your life she does.
And so does Sallie Oppenheimer.
Look, even that freaky Melinda Gomez
kisses better than you.
That creep? Are you kidding?
She's a weirdo.
But no French kissing,
you promise?
You know I can't control myself.
I hate that!
What do you mean, you hate it?
You're hurting me!
I'll tell all the other guys.
You'll never get another date!
That's my fishing rod!
It's Bill.
I saw him this morning.
He was a man then.
That's a skeleton.
What the hell happened to him?
The medical examiner will tell us.
In the meantime, let's not
be guessing out loud too much.
There's people
upset enough as it is.
So much for talking out loud.
Here comes Ned Turner.
I was looking at what's left
of the Hopkins baby
when they told me there'd been
a second freak accident within the hour.
That's right.
Who's under the tarp?
Bill Sullivan... I think.
May I take a look?
Be my guest.
I suggest you take
a deep breath first.
Jesus H. Christ.
Stripped to the bone.
- Skeleton.
- Well?
- Well, what?
- Got any answers?
I don't even know
where to start asking questions.
That tunnel they're building
in the harbor...
they're using equipment
Buck Rogers couldn't dream up.
Like a big mobile tube that sucks
its way right through the ocean floor.
Passes up loose rocks
and tosses them out behind.
Maybe Bill got poured down
into one of them.
And the baby?
Yeah, what about the baby?
It wasn't anyplace near the tunnel sight.
Christ only knows.
Turner, do me a favor, will you?
Don't play up the sensational stuff
when you write your story.
Don't say,
"mysterious circumstances,"
and "strange occurrences," huh?
Just very simple.
"Cause of death unknown." all right?
We get rumors started.
I'm gonna have wall to wall people.
Then we'll never get
to the bottom of what happened.
"What happened"?
What's happening.
If you want my opinion,
we're in for a nightmare.
Ned? Ned!
What are you doing?
Why are all the lights on?
What did you do...
work all night?
Come on, didn't mama tell you
that was bad for your eyes?
And she told you
to stay away from candy.
What do you mean candy,
little brother?
This isn't candy. It's passion.
And whom
did you seduce last night?
Frank Leonetti.
You know, the bartender
who works where Christine works.
He's so young and beautiful
and so Italian.
Aren't you ever
gonna slow down?
Never.
Maybe when my hair
has turned to silver like yours.
But that could never happen.
Listen, how about a Bloody Mary?
No, it's too late
or too early or something.
You know...
- Frank has got a sister...
- Frank's got two sisters.
One's uglier than the other.
All right. You know,
I was just mentioning it.
I'm not asking you to marry them.
Why does it seem as though we had
this conversation 40 years ago?
'Cause we did.
We did, in this very house.
In this room.
Behind this sofa. Remember?
In whispers,
so Ma and Pa wouldn't hear us?
You suppose
they can hear us now?
Maybe.
If they can, they'd be happy
because we still try
to take care of each other.
And after all the marriages
and divorces and catastrophes...
we're still kind of a family.
Ned, did you have a rough night?
Kind of.
What are you working on?
Looking for answers that don't seem
to be in any of those books in there.
Yeah? Answers to what?
What's happening on that ocean floor.
Where's Tommy?
I haven't seen him yet.
He's usually about
and starving at this hour.
You know, I remember
when you were just about his age,
mama used to say you ate
one meal a day... all day long,
Boy, am I starved!
I'm gonna make breakfast.
No, no, no.
You're not gonna make breakfast.
You'll wreck the kitchen.
I'll do it.
Get Corey for me.
Corey?
Yes, yes.
I know about the test.
That's not what I'm calling about.
Be at my house at 12:00 sharp.
Yes, today.
To hell with the test.
Just be here.
Why do I have I read about what's
going on in my own company
in the morning paper?
Well, Ned Turner
was around asking questions, but...
What kind of questions?
About our underwater test.
What's his interest?
Just curiosity, I guess.
Something different to write about.
Why didn't you refer him to me?
Because I assumed
it was the usual thing.
Big city journalist trying to make himself
look good by stirring up circulation.
Apparently, it's more
than just idle curiosity.
Is there any truth
to Turner's insinuations?
No, absolutely not.
Doesn't seem likely
he'd make wild accusations.
Turner has a fine reputation.
Hell, maybe he's just getting senile
and needs to prove something.
How do I know?
Tell you what I don't need...
that's anyone in my employ
jeopardizing Trojan's integrity
and accomplishments...
which have taken me
a lifetime to achieve.
Is that clear?
Yes, sir.
- All right, What's next?
- The skull.
Now I'll show you the torso.
There's barely any cartilage
left of the joints
to hold the frame together.
And inside the bones,
even the marrow has been sucked dry.
All right, the dental records
confirm that this was Bill Sullivan.
But how did he die?
For chrissakes, what did this?
I'd like to hear
the answer to that one.
This examination was supposed
to be closed to the press.
I'll try not to get in your way.
Is that the same condition
the baby was in, doctor?
Exactly.
But I don't know of anything that
would operate with a vacuum effect
of stripping a human being
right down to the bone.
There must be something
monstrous out there...
monstrous and infernal.
What do you mean, "must be"?
Have you suddenly become
a marine expert?
No, but I know
the best in the country.
Well, if you're talking
about Will Gleeson.
Two of his divers are coming down
to check the underwater effects
of that tunnel construction.
Sound decision, Robards.
- Arriving when?
- Sometime tomorrow.
May be too late, I don't like
to wait on an official report.
I'm gonna see Gleeson himself.
Turner!
I wanna keep
the lid on this thing.
I won't put anything into print
without your clearing it.
Here you go, baby.
You want another one?
Hey, come here.
Don't go too easy on her, Mike.
You gotta get
a little tough sometimes.
I'm sorry, Will.
But you're the only one
who can get them to do what you want.
Well, just keep trying.
You'll get the hang of it.
Quite a show they put on!
These killer whales may unlock
some of the biggest mysteries of the sea
we don't even know about yet.
Until then, could you unlock
some of the mysteries
confronting my community?
Yeah, I heard about that.
The Oceanography Institute
called me yesterday,
so I sent two of my best divers
up there to check out the area.
I'm disappointed.
You have a reputation for laying
your judgments on the line.
Or your neck.
- Where'd you get that?
- Time magazine.
Tough city kid claws, or, rather,
swims his way up out of the gutter.
Not through sports,
but on the back of a fish.
You make it sound
better than they wrote it.
Will you help us?
Well... I'd like to, but asking me
to go in the water now
would be like asking those
killer whales to fight without teeth.
What does that mean?
Couple months ago,
I had a little diving accident.
Went down too far
and got the bends.
I can answer that for you.
My wife Vicky.
Ned Turner. He's a reporter.
Show him around.
Easy, now.
Watch out, or the Marine Commission
guys'll give us hell.
Okay, we'll try to take care of that.
Don't worry.
Slower. Go easy there!
Get ready, men.
Two fathoms.
Four fathoms.
Pressure check.
Okay, Don, We just ran
a check on our pressure.
We're okay.
Eight fathoms.
Mike, what the hell
are the men doing up there?
Hey! We're bouncing around in here.
Is anything wrong?
Not up here.
Everything's okay, guys.
Eleven fathoms.
I wonder why Corey was trying
to pay us off so we wouldn't do this dive.
What are you worrying
about Corey for, anyway?
Sixteen.
- For chrissake.
- Nineteen fathoms.
If Will sent us down here,
he must've had good reason.
So why don't we get it over with
and go down to Mexico over
the weekend with those two broads.
- Yeah.
- Twenty-two fathoms.
Twenty-seven fathoms.
Twenty-nine fathoms.
Okay, come on.
Don! Can you hear me?!
Don, raise her up, will ya?!
- Anything wrong down there?
- Get this thing up!
Michael! Come here!
Something went wrong!
What?!
We're going to bring you up
right now. Let her go!
I couldn't do a thing to help him!
He was... sucked right in!
What? What?!
We were checking the cables,
and all of a sudden...
What the hell's going on? Don!
- The generator.
- Right.
The power's going!
Hey, what happened?
Come on, get the lead out!
For chrissake,
what the hell's taking so long?
Mr, Corey!
I'll sit over here.
I called you several times today.
But your secretary kept
telling me you were out.
I still am... to you.
Mind if I join you?
I'd like to ask a few questions
about a possible connection
between your tunnel construction
and those deaths in the harbor.
Scotch on the rocks.
Make it double, please.
You nervous about something?
Does a man have to be nervous
to enjoy a drink?
If he's not a drinking man.
I come in here a lot.
It's the first I've seen of you.
Waiting for someone?
Like who?
Will Gleeson and his wife are supposed
to be arriving this afternoon.
Turner, there is nothing wrong
with that tunnel.
And stop sticking your nose
into my business.
This place is too small for you
to keep backing away from me.
That drink's on me, honey.
Can't we have
our little talk together?
I would like to enter
these two boys in the sailboat race.
This is my son Tommy,
and this is his best friend Jamie.
This pamphlet
will explain the rules.
And a $5,00 registration fee each.
$5,00 each? Oh...
Here you are.
Could I have their names?
Yes, Tommy... Frascati...
I always forget.
My second husband was Italian.
And this is Jamie... Docherty.
Yes. Docherty.
D-O-C-H. Is that right?
D-O-C-H-E-R-T-Y. Yes.
And allow enough time
to be in Oceanside
at least 24 hours before the race.
We have to be there
24 hours before the race?
- Yeah.
- Oh, please, mommy?
Please, Mrs. Turner?
Okay. All right.
Oceanside's about 50 miles
down the coast, isn't it?
Yes.
These are the forms that need
to be filled in by their parents
giving them authorization.
- Yes. All right.
- And these are for you.
Thank you! How nice. T-shirts.
The only trouble is, Jamie's mother
has two jobs... day and night.
Can I take the applications
to her to fill out? I'll bring it back,
Sure, that'll be fine.
You do know the race
takes place in open sea?
And we have participants
from all over the area.
Oh, it's gonna be a big crowd.
We are.
Anyway, good luck to you both.
I don't really approve
of competitive racing.
My sport is scuba diving.
I think it's safer.
Do you have a reservation
for Will Gleeson?
- Oh, yes. Here it is.
- Thank you.
Here you go.
By the way, there's a gentleman
waiting to speak to you in the bar.
Who might that be?
John Corey, vice president
of Trojan Tunnels.
Good afternoon, Mrs. Gleeson.
Good afternoon.
What's he doing up here?
Have you never heard,
"Behind every great fortune is a crime"?
- I'll be ready.
- Yes, sir.
I also heard,
"Never bullshit a bullshitter."
- I'll be up in a minute.
- Okay.
Yes, and we were up here, anyway.
Don't start in on me about
that tunnel again. We need the tunnel.
I'm not against the tunnel.
The Marine Commission
could've been mistaken.
Maybe the seismic detectors
were up too high, or maybe...
Maybe, maybe, maybe.
Maybe this and maybe that.
All we got is a bunch of maybes.
The baby's body and Bill's
showed the same characteristics...
As the scuba divers. Right.
That's not a maybe.
All three men were in the water.
But not the baby.
Her carriage
was parked on the pier
with a drop of ten feet
down to the water.
Although she was found
in the water, she didn't jump in...
not at ten months of age.
Robards, they had to have
something in common.
We know, pretty much,
the time of each disappearance.
From the baby's mother.
Bill had just radioed the Coast Guard
a few minutes
before Jack heard him fall in.
And we know the time
of the divers' deaths.
The divers had intercoms
in their ship.
They talked to each other
on their two-way radios.
Of course they did.
That's what they use when they're
inspecting the equipment.
But the baby...
There isn't any connection.
There was nothing going on
out on the coast road.
The taxi driver had already
radioed his dispatcher,
and he did not report anything weird.
The radio.
The radio.
They all had that in common.
It's against my principles
to spend so much money on children.
Why couldn't you take up
a nice hobby, like...
woodworking or baseball?
These walkie-talkies are great.
You can coach us from the shore.
And don't think I won't!
What? Again?
You're the champion pisher.
Over there.
Tommy, tell me. Why do you think
Jamie has to wee-wee so much?
He's excited about the race.
He is?
Listen, you must
promise me something.
That you will take care of Jamie.
He's two years younger than you.
And doesn't have
so much experience sailing.
Okay, Mommy.
And you promise me something else.
If it is a windy day, you both go
in the same boat. Promise?
I promise.
You're so sweet.
You're a genius, like your mother.
I'm a very good sailor.
If I went in that boat with you...
you would certainly win.
Then we'd need
a tornado to move the boat.
Don't be so smart!
Mommy, you're plump.
There's more to love.
Oh, sweet-talk me
like your father.
Everything come out all right?
One more boy like you,
and the Los Angeles River will overflow.
Oh, my goodness.
Come on. No more presents!
It can't be that bad.
What's on your mind?
I was just thinking that I could be
the happiest woman in the world.
What do you mean "could be"?
Will, let's ask them
to send us dinner up here.
Let's stay here.
Let's stay in bed.
How long?
For as long as you can take it.
Well, it might be two weeks.
Or until after the dive tomorrow.
Come on, honey.
I know you're worried,
and I love you for it.
But you got nothing
to worry about.
I know, I know. It's your job.
But... Will, why do you have
to keep pushing so hard?
Maybe I'm just still a kid at heart.
Will, I love you.
And I'm begging you...
please, please don't go.
Oh, Vicky.
If there's one thing
the streets taught me, it's survival.
- I'll be careful...
- Survival!
At 140 feet your lungs can burst
like a balloon, and you know that.
All right.
All right, honey.
If it'll make you any happier.
I'll only go down for three minutes,
and I won't go beyond 120 feet.
That'll give me
a good edge, all right?
Three minutes.
You're willing to bet
your life on three minutes.
Well, I'm not.
Not your life, not our life together.
Or does that matter
to you anymore?
Vicky, now you listen to me.
I've lost two good friends here.
I don't know why, I don't know how.
But I'm gonna find out.
You're just gonna have
to understand that, all right?
Come here, honey.
- Hi, Vicky!
- Hi.
Don's taking us boating
after lunch today.
Do you want to come?
Still worried about Will, huh?
Well, he promised he wouldn't
go down deeper than 150 feet
or stay longer
than three minutes, but...
I'm afraid he won't
keep his promise.
I think if you paid
a little more attention to yourself.
I think you'd get
more reaction from him.
Why don't you come
for a ride with us?
No, thanks.
I don't really feel like it.
There's just a little
too much tension around here,
and I'm feeling a bit uptight.
But you three go ahead
and have a good time, okay?
- You know the way my sister is.
- Okay.
Show him other men
are interested in you.
I would never need an invitation.
She tried telling me that last night.
Take care of your sister, will ya?
Okay, tell me where you are.
We've been cruising
for about two hours.
There's an island up ahead.
Can you help us?
Yeah, don't worry about it.
We'll come and get you.
Leave your radio open.
We'll find you.
Oh, what a drag.
God. We'll have to wait it out.
Here's that stupid pain in the ass.
I'm sick and tired of you.
Don't worry. We'll get you home
in plenty of time for supper.
Don't stand there smiling.
You'll just encourage him, for chrissake.
Listen. So help me God.
I'll never take you in my boat!
You understand?
Hey, the guy's really mad.
Look, why don't you
go drown yourself?
- Sure.
- Adios.
Look at that guy.
We are up to our asses in trouble,
and he goes for a-swimming.
Why don't you go, too?
At least you might get the dirt off.
I don't feel like it.
Are you tired?
Why don't you go in?
At least you can float.
You know, the exercise
wouldn't hurt you.
And you promised me
you'd lose the weight.
No one likes a fat man.
Warn me, huh?
As soon as the Coast Guard calls.
Okay. The moment they radio us,
I'll call you.
Adios, chica!
You look like a seal!
You dumb bastard!
I'll kill you!
Get away from me, will you?!
Got you again!
- Bravo.
- Shark's gonna kill you!
Ah, go to hell!
I'll fix that fellow.
Jack!
Don?
Where are you?
Okay, stop playing games.
Oh, my God!
Wonder what the hell
happened to the other half.
Jesus, I don't know.
There's some funny things
happening around here.
Well, I'll tell you one damn thing.
It was no accident
that ripped that stuff apart.
Maybe Turner was right.
There is something monstrous
going on down there.
The Trojan Tunnel Company has
been using high-pitched frequency
way the hell beyond the legal limit.
Somehow, they've damaged
the underwater fauna.
I'm almost positive of that.
That goes for the dead fish.
But those ripped-up
things down there...
what could've done all that?
There's only one thing
big enough or powerful enough.
Are you thinking about sharks?
No.
I'm thinking...
a giant octopus.
Yes?
Mr, Whitehead? I just had
my ass chewed out by my editor.
I'm sorry, Turner.
But you publicized a serious
accusation against my company
without checking your facts.
Hell I didn't. Your man Corey
told me he was in charge
and it wasn't necessary
to check with anyone else.
- Check what?
- Findings of the Marine Commission.
Give me specifics, Turner.
What findings?
Hasn't Corey told you?
Yes, but I want to hear it from you.
Well, so far it's only guesswork,
but they're beginning to suspect
that your tunnel is somehow
responsible for those deaths.
Unless you can prove what
you're saying with facts, I'd refrain.
I don't have any proof yet,
but I sure as hell intend to get some.
All right, I can see it's pointless
to continue this discussion.
But if you persist,
you'd better get yourself a good lawyer,
or your career may be over.
Be that as it may, no amount
of pressure from you or anyone else
is going to make
the slightest difference.
Tommy!
Tommy, hurry up!
We're gonna miss the race!
Coming!
You get the other things.
Here, Jamie.
Put these in the truck.
Tillie, thank you so much for taking
my boy along and doing all this.
It's so hard with my two jobs
trying to get the house paid off.
I wish I could go with you.
You're welcome any time.
Jamie and Tommy are such
good friends. They're inseparable.
I'd better hurry,
or we'll miss the race.
That's right. Good luck!
Don't worry, Chris.
They're gonna have a great time!
Be careful, honey.
That's fine.
Bye, Chris!
So far, we haven't
been able to locate it.
Who do you have looking?
Coast Guard cutter.
Damnit! Have you done
anything else?
Well, we radioed her back in.
Jesus Christ! You radioed her?
- Any news?
- Nothing so far, Sheriff.
It was
that damned tunnel, wasn't it?
Chief, I suggest you bring
Corey in for questioning.
To hell with Corey.
Let's find my wife.
Stop the engine!
Why don't you go inside,
Mrs. Gleeson?
No, thank you.
Sam?
Where are you?!
Evidently, there are a few things
you forgot to mention.
I didn't think
anything important would come
by going ahead with
our normal tests and experiments.
But what kind
of tests and experiments?
You know what kind.
Whatever there is to know, you'd better
start telling me here and now.
From time to time, I did push
the tests beyond legal limits.
But I just felt it would be
a good experiment for us.
We'd get through much faster,
saving time and money.
Understand me now, Corey.
You'll go back to conducting
your tests according to regulations,
and curtail your personal
ambitions and experiments.
Your only saving grace is I'd lose so much
vital time if I replace you at this point.
Now, get back to work.
And by God, man, if anyone else
is to question Trojan again,
you'd better remember that it's
my responsibility to answer for it!
Welcome, welcome, welcome
one and all
to the Solana Beach Yacht Race.
This is a wonderful day.
The wind is just perfect
today for sailing.
Uncle Sam is so happy
to see everybody here today.
The families... I'm so happy
to see the little children.
It's good to see families here.
We have just a terrific turnout.
It's good to see all the people
looking great today,
and I know they're having
a wonderful time.
Everybody is in a terrific mood
and we're going to have
fantastic races today.
It's a giant octopus.
I'll be able to tell you more about it when
we see the rest of those photographs.
I always thought of an octopus
as being harmless... even shy.
It is.
Something set this one off.
I've read that the suckers on a tentacle
are like the claws of a tiger.
Compared to suckers on a tentacle,
claws are nothing, Mr. Turner.
Nothing.
I'm so sorry
to interrupt your meeting.
Ned, I've been driving around
for an hour looking for you.
Yeah?
I got my day off, so I was thinking
if you wanna come up in my car...
they're about to start
the practice runs any minute now,
but if we hurry,
we can get there for the race.
Race? My God! The race!
How many miles is
that Coast Guard warning good for?
Just the local sector... 30 miles.
Would a giant squid's range
be greater than 30 miles?
Well, if it's gone berserk,
who the hell knows?
Dick, we'll have the Coast Guard
widen the danger-zone area.
We gotta keep those kids
from going in the water.
What's going on, Ned?
What's wrong?
Will, it's gotta be destroyed,
that thing.
Can you do it?
I've only got one thought
on my mind, Mr. Turner.
Just one.
I'll be in touch
with you from the boat.
Emergency message
for helicopter X 3-1-1.
Suspend the Solana Beach
Junior Regatta.
Have all boats in the area
return to port at once. Over and out.
Did you hear about...
there was a Scotsman...
and he was always
going to the pub.
Going to the pub all the time,
getting drunk.
And he won...
he won on the sweepstakes.
Before he won the sweepstakes,
he was always banging and bashing doors
and hitting the windows
when he was coming home from the pub.
So he won the sweepstakes
and his wife said to him.
"Now, don't be hitting
the doors and the windows
"when you come home drunk
from the pub.
"Now you've got a little money,
you've got to be dignified.
Come around the other way
by the pasture."
And so he comes home, and he's
all covered with cow... you know what.
And she says to him,
"Man, what are you doing
coming home
covered with all of this all over you?"
We had our
second honeymoon last week.
Only, this time, I went
to the bathroom and cried.
Did you folks know
that one out of every
two Americans wears glasses?
That just shows you
how important ears are!
Our neighbor girl next door
is a delightful girl.
However, she wears braces...
...when things go wrong,
and I'll show you a TV repairman.
Did you folks hear about
the freighter that left Hong Kong...
Jamie? Jamie,
do you hear me, honey?
...It sank 164 times.
Honey, do you hear me?
Jamie, don't you hear me?
God, what's happening?
Answer your mother!
Come on, don't tease me!
Tommy!
Answer me!
Tommy! Jamie!
Answer me! What's the matter?
Come on! I'm talking to you.
Can't you hear me?
- What's happened?
- Coast Guard's here.
Don't worry.
- I don't see anything.
- Don't worry! Don't worry.
What the hell happened?
The chopper get here in time?
As soon as we know anything,
we'll let you know.
- Yeah, this is...
- Did you find anyone yet?
- No. You didn't hear anything?
- No, there's no answer yet.
What's going on
around here, anyway?
I'm staying on the phone.
There's no answer.
I don't know. This is ridiculous.
Will you go ask?
There they are.
Can you see?
Hey, dad!
Where... Tommy, where are you?
Where...
He's over there.
Where... Tommy?!
There, give me your hand.
Come on.
Have you seen Mario?
Jamie?
Didn't Jamie...?
Mommy!
Sweetheart!
Oh, thank...
Jamie...
Sure there wasn't anybody else?
Oh, no!
No, no...
Thank God.
Will? What now?
Check the loudspeakers.
Make sure they're working.
We'll wait.
Don't forget
to take your medicine.
How're they doing?
Oh, they're doing fine.
A little restless.
I don't want any more.
Maybe...
Maybe you'd better
not feed them for a while.
I have a feeling the octopus
won't come back to his lair anymore.
He'll be there.
But all octopi, large or small,
have a sense of foresight.
He won't come back.
This one's very special.
This one has tasted blood.
This one thinks he's stronger.
It's an animal.
Disturbed by man's stupidity.
Summer.
She's an animal, too.
No. Listen to her.
Listen to the way she talks to me.
Winter.
Hey...
You remember
a couple years ago...
no, no, no.
That was before you came.
See, when I first
started training, two years ago...
well, it sounded
like a... a squeal.
And then a whistle.
And then last year...
it sounded more
like a murmur or a groan.
I understand them.
They understand me.
Sometimes they're
a little unpredictable.
I mean, how do they tell you
the octopus is there?
You remember I told you,
a long time ago,
that a killer whale had a brain
about as large as a human being?
And they're in contact
with two different worlds.
One, the air that they breath.
Two, the sea from where they came.
From where they feed.
From where the enemy is at.
And now...
my enemy.
Will, you never told me why
you called them Summer and Winter.
Is that when you caught them?
I met Vicky in the summer...
and married her in the winter.
I guess you know now...
why I brought you here.
I wanted to tell you more about it.
But...
There have been
many people that died.
I've lost a loved one.
I need your help...
more now than ever.
I remember the times
when I was training you.
People used to call you killers.
They used to call me that
on the streets.
Doesn't mean nothing.
You have more...
more love... in your heart...
more affection than any
human being I ever met.
But now, I...
I can't ask anybody else.
So I'm asking you
to help me kill this octopus.
I hope you understand that.
I know I'm in your environment.
I don't want it this way.
But if I release you
and you go away...
I want you to know
that I'll understand.
All right. Enough said.
I gotta go now.
If you feel anything,
you talk to me.
You make some noises.
I know people
think we're crazy.
Maybe we are.
Maybe we are.
Shit!
Son of a bitch!
The whales!
Well, at least they're alive.
Yeah... but they're leaving.
All right, Mike. This is it.
Let's go get him.
The wind's sure picking up.
- How are you feeling?
- Well, I've had better days.
It's our third day out.
- What do we do?
- Well...
- Keep looking?
- You know, Mike...
I've been thinking about...
Africa.
I've been thinking about...
going on a safari.
You know. Dry land.
Find some elephants,
tigers, lions.
- No sea lions.
- Not a bad idea, Will.
I'll go along with you.
Nothing holding us back now.
We already reported
the octopus as dead.
We might even ask Mr, Turner
to come along with us...
as long as he
don't ask his sister.
Right.
It's just my imagination.
It couldn't be.
It's not! They're coming back!
Yeah, Summer and Winter!
Come on, baby!
Come on!
Hey! Come on!
- When you gonna get out of my life?!
- That's right!
- Over here!
- Come on, baby!
Come on!
Come on, wave back! Wave back!
How do you like that?!