Deep Blue Sea

So beautiful.

What's that?

- Where? - Did you feel something?

- Yeah, I feel something. - Shh, idiot.

Hey, get back here.

Whoo! Turn up the music!

We're havin' a party, man.

Whoo!

Boat's rockin'. Better believe it.

- Shh! - "Shh"? Ooh...

- Shh! Stop! - Aw, you're paranoid. Come on.

Yeah, OK.

Did you hear that?

Listen! Listen!

- Hear that? - What is that?

Everybody, shh. Shh.

Stay up there.

Oh.

What is that?

Come on!

OK.

We've had some problems at the facility.

What we're attempting to achieve here has never been done.

We're this close to the reactivation of a human brain cell.

Doctor, the 200 million I've sunk into this company

is due in great part to your research.

But when the market opens Monday,

despite my reputation, I don't like heights.

Especially falling from them.

I'm sorry. Honestly.

Tell me, Mr. Franklin,

have you ever known anyone with Alzheimer's?

Well... no.

By the end, all my father could do was ask why my mother wasn't at home.

And each time I told him she was dead,

I had to watch him take that loss like a car wreck.

200,000 men and women develop Alzheimer's each year.

What if you could end all that suffering with a single pill?

Give me till Monday morning. 48 hours.

I'll give you results that'll skyrocket your stock price,

or I'll help you pack the lab myself.

It's your call.

You know, that was quite an impressive speech you gave back there.

I read that article on you.

- The thing in the Himalayas. - Alps.

Right.

We were just trying to do something together.

Having fun.

Things went bad.

But you saved all those people.

Not all.

Navy built it for World War II submarine loading and refueling.

When they mothballed it, we picked it up.

Added aquatic pens, underwater labs.

- Your dime, I guess. - Mm.

Looks like Alcatraz floats.

- ¿Qué pasó, amigo? - ¿Qué onda, carajo?

Ehh... lo mismo de siempre.

¿Qué diablos es esto?

What do you think, amigo? She's a 12-footer. She's beautiful.

- She wants to give you a big kiss. - I bet.

She's got a damn license plate jammed in her mouth.

It's a good deal, amigo.

Drop her, Billy.

Russell Franklin, Janice Higgins.

Marine biologist.

Jan will get you settled.

Welcome to our island paradise.

So, where's Tattoo?

You know, short guy?

"De plane, boss! De plane!"

Right.

I am getting old.

So, how much do you know about our facility?

Treat me like a tourist.

No. I hate tourists, and I've decided I'm going to like you.

Hey!

Louisiana?

I'm thinking he's bought in a pet shop in Baton Rouge.

Ate everything in his fish tank, then he ate the guy that bought him.

Next day, fills up the cab of the guy's truck with water

and drives himself down to Baja.

Picking bones out of his teeth with the license plate.

We need to talk.

Later.

Carter Blake, Russell Franklin,

President of the Board of Chimera Pharmaceuticals.

Whoa.

That was incredible.

Actually, they don't like the taste of us very much.

They bite you...

it's because they think you're a fat little seal.

Or a rich suit.

Nice meeting you.

Friendly place.

You got full sentences. Usually he just kind of nods.

Word travels fast about why you're here and all.

So was that the Gen I that escaped?

That little guy? No way.

Those are the normals.

These three are the test sharks.

Two first generation and one second generation female.

Beneath its glassy surface...

...a world of gliding monsters.

It's pretty scary stuff, huh?

Yes... it is.

'Tower to water taxi. Tower to water taxi.'

Hey, Ben, I'm picking up a nasty little bitch of a squall about 30 miles out. Over.

'Copy that. We'll be alright.'

- Jan, stay out of the rain. - Hi, Jan.

See you.

Where are they going? They hate me, too?

Oh. They're going home.

We run a skeleton crew on the weekend.

But they probably hate you anyway.

There's Dr. Jim Whitlock.

The most brilliant man ever.

He's pissing into the wind. How brilliant can he be?

You'll see.

What happened, deadeye? You miss with the first shot?

- It took two hits to even slow it down. - Are you kidding me?

Two of these should have damn near killed it.

- You tell it that, Scoggs. - Hey, you missed.

Don't get mad at me just 'cause you can't shoot worth a shit.

Look, man, if you hadn't left the pen open last night,

I could have got a good night's sleep.

Look, I already told the doc, I locked the pen like I do every other night.

The fish got out some other way.

Huh! What are you looking at me like that for?

Who are you gonna trust?

Me. That's who.

You trust me. You know why?

Because I'm trustworthy.

Hey, how high are these fences off the water?

Well, given the surface variations and tensile strength...

Scoggs, short answer, man.

Eight feet, give or take a centimeter.

I'm sorry, I'm making Aquatica sound like some kind of mental hospital.

No. No, not really.

Well, maybe a little.

Truth is, it is.

But almost everyone here is top of their game.

Living below is like living in space. You don't get very many mistakes.

Besides the half a mile of catwalks,

you bought us titanium-based fencing around all the lagoon and pens.

There are three sub-levels.

Sub-level One is living quarters.

Two, wet lab and workshops,

And Three, engineering and airlock wet entry.

Welcome to Aquatica.

Did you dose the Gen II with the serum?

I had Carter do it as soon as you called from the city.

- It should be ready by tomorrow night. - But?

We will not be ready.

Two months ahead of schedule.

We're skipping three rounds of preliminary trials.

No choice.

You wait your whole life for a single moment...

...and then one day, it's tomorrow.

So, what exactly does a shark wrangler do?

Pretty much what it sounds like, I guess.

How'd you end up here at Aquatica?

I like the water. Pay's good.

Hey, an argon mask.

Did some wreck diving in one of these off the coast of Spain.

- Tourist thing, you know? - Mm-hmm.

You, um, like wreck diving?

It's OK.

Come on. I bet you're really good at it.

We're on the water.

The whole cat-and-mouse thing... don't float.

You're the man, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm the man.

Well, the man's always got a file. What's it say?

Two years, Leavenworth. Smuggling.

How'd you make your money, man?

You the first rich guy in history who's squeaky clean?

You do understand my concern, right?

Look, I got a workable deal here.

I don't make waves.

I meet the terms of my parole.

I'm not out to change the world like the doc.

And I'm not out to wreck it, either.

Hey, hey, you dickhead!

Fat butt!

You got a big, fat butt.

Know what, bird?

You are tryin' my last nerve. Don't make me drown your feathery ass.

Get myself a cat.

It's good. Yeah, it's good.

Yeah. Mm...

That's it.

You got a nasty-looking tongue, you know that?

Feeding time.

'I'll release the tiger shark in 30 seconds, Carter. Copy.'

'I hear you. I'm going in.'

You guys hungry?

Dr. McAlester, we have a situation up here.

Could you please come to surface level?