Kill that pet of hers.
Unless she sings, of course.
There's only one creature in the sea
that can make a sound like that.
Mythology.
You're going to describe me a siren.
Most legends have their base in fact.
There are no such things as sirens.
♪
Easy.
Did you enjoy that?
Oh, it's great!
You know somethin'?
I could wrestle tiger sharks and still have enough steam
to land Moby dick.
Oh, well, Moby dick is one thing, but...
That Navy department is something else.
You mean they called while I was below, didn't they?
Yeah, well, I told 'em you were in the water.
And did they believe you?
They won't let ya go.
A man should be able to get away once in a while.
Should be able to take off his shirt,
lie in the sun, have a cold beer,
and get to know what his daughter's been up
to these past months.
♪
How are things in the lab?
Hectic.
Welcome aboard the submersible cetacean,
science officer Reynolds.
Thank you.
Jenny, Mark's signaling.
Mark?
There are no orcas in these waters, Jenny.
Three cabin cruisers have been wrecked around here.
Something was responsible.
Not killer whales.
What do your instruments show?
Fast recheck.
Nothing unusual.
There is a boat in the area.
Name?
The ambergris.
Checking.
A sport fishing boat, I believe.
Here it is.
The ambergris,
42 feet, registered papago, inner island charters.
I am going to swim out along the reef.
♪
Up periscope.
♪
There they are.
Not exactly a treasure ship, caine.
But one man's worth the world.
All ahead full.
Ya know, caine, perhaps it's time...
For a little song.
Don't ya think?
Look how frightened she is of me.
I wonder why.
You wanna keep your little pet?
You know what you have to do.
Isn't that pretty.
Almost narcotic.
Wait till trevanian hears that up there.
Trevanian's in range, sir.
You will sing for him, won't you?
Your little friend looks so fragile.
♪
Sing.
Turn up the Gage.
Gage's on full.
Hit it, then.
Mark?
Something's wrong.
- Engineering? - Working.
Damage control.
Can you get a blip on sonar?
Everything's out.
♪
Punching up.
Monitor power restored.
Time elapsed?
52 minutes, 30 seconds.
♪
No sign of Mark.
Who knows where he could've drifted by now.
Triangulating...
Mark's last known position.
Our position...
Direction and speed of current.
Allowance factors, Mark's weight.
Approximate incidence of rotation.
Chella reef.
♪
I'm laying a course for chella reef.
Is anyone aboard?
♪
I mean you no harm.
Please... no, no!
No, no!
Shallow water ahead, activate surface camera.
Full magnification.
Well, at least we found the ambergris.
♪
Camera nine on screen.
There.
I see him.
Open channel a, he wants to talk.
Cetacean, can you hear me?
Loud and clear.
Get sick bay ready.
I am bringing a young woman aboard.
Who is she?
She is not coherent.
♪
There they are.
Standby, airlock.
Standing by.
Put in a call to c.W.
Fill him in and tell him we're coming in.
Levels?
Rising.
Oxygen?
As requested.
Let's get her in sick bay.
She said nothing?
No.
Well, whatever it was, it blew out our
entire instrumentation.
It was a voice, Jenny.
A woman's voice.
I felt joy, no, serene.
I felt serene, as if I were floating.
Well, you were, literally.
No, I mean it, Jenny.
I could have drifted like that forever.
Is that insanity?
Well, not normal.
She is not serene, Jenny.
She cannot go on like that.
No.
C.w. On the line.
Put him through to sick bay.
I need verification on the number of people
you rescued from the ambergris.
One, a young woman.
Do you have an identification?
I thought the coast guard was going to have
a collective coronary when I told 'em the name
of that boat.
Hugh trevanian chartered that thing.
The girl is Amanda trevanian.
The trevanians are important people?
Important?
Tell him, Jenny.
He's only the father of the national defense systems
currently in use.
If you want us to ask Amanda what happened
to trevanian, c.W., it's no go.
She's in a state of shock.
I think it's shock.
There'll be an ambulance standing by for you
the minute you dock.
If something has happened to Hugh trevanian,
this country is in the kind of trouble
I don't want to contemplate.
That voice you heard, Mark,
you've heard it somewhere before, haven't you?
Yes.
I'm trying to remember.
We have a legend.
Tell me.
Docking stations.
It's a myth.
You couldn't have heard a myth.
♪
There's a whole ocean full of people out there
up to their necks in water, and who drops
into your lap?
Amanda trevanian.
I was looking for orcas, c.W.
It was just luck that I found her.
Luck?
You have a knack for pickin' up the big fish.
Tell Jenny I will meet her later at the beach.
There is something I have to do first.
Mark, I hate to disturb you.
Please.
We got a call from c.W. At the hospital.
Amanda?
About the coordinates we gave the Navy.
The chella atoll?
The ambergris wasn't there.
The tide could have pulled it back out to sea.
That's what they thought, but there was no sign of it.
150-mile sweep.
No wreckage?
None reported.
I see.
You did not tell me how Amanda was.
She's the same.
The doctor gave her a sedative, he wants her
to get some sleep before they try anything with her.
She will not wake up from that sleep, Jenny.
Mark?
I know what has affected her now.
Unless I can get to her, she will die.
Mark, what are you talking about?
What, that sound we heard, what?
There's only one creature in the sea that can
make a sound like that, a sound that can
affect the human nervous system.
Dolphins chirp, so do whales.
They don't come anywhere near the audio frequency
required to knock our communications out.
These are not sea mammals.
Fish, then.
Some of them have pretty high-intensity
natural sonar, but to damage
the cerebral cortex even temp...
You said you had a legend.
I looked it up in the library before I came to the beach.
The book had a picture of a creature in it.
Mythology.
You're going to describe me a siren.
Most legends have their base in fact.
There are no such things as sirens.
What old-time sailors heard was the howling of the wind
coming off the rocks during a storm.
They were very superstitious people.
Werewolves, people saw the victims of rabies
foaming at the mouth and they thought...
There you are.
Now what's this about your having to see Amanda trevanian?
Unless I can get in to see her, she will die.
Of course, if her condition has improved...
She's worse, the surgeon general's got two specialists
flying in, one's a neurosurgeon.
They will not be able to help.
Please, time is growing short.
♪
Amanda.
Listen to me.
Listen.
♪
This is a hospital, isn't it?
Yes.
You?
My name is Mark Harris.
You were on the boat.
Not to harm you.
I brought you here.
My father.
We do not know where he is.
They took him.
There was this... This sound.
Yes.
A submarine came up out of the water,
and, a man got out of it.
And they took my father.
And one of them said something
about-about returning to...
Carrier.
That was it, carrier.
Carrier atoll.
Don't go.
You were singing to me.
Yes.
Mark Harris...
Please, please, find my father.
♪
It's a kidnap-for-ransom scheme we've got here,
I take it.
Well, actually, I'm more interested
in all those top-secret scientific goodies
you keep in your mind.
Well.
Then we're all here for a very long siege.
Now you're making assumptions unworthy
of your celebrated intellect.
The fact is, I expect to get everything I want
out of you in, uh...
15 minutes.
♪
Do I have to go through the ritual
of threatening your fuzzy little pet,
or will you be sensible for once?
Let's not waste time.
Give him full amplification.
Well, I feel the same way about Washington
as you do, Elizabeth.
How much longer do you think the committee will want you there?
Well, hurry back, we need you more
than those senators do.
The cetacean?
On its way to carrier atoll,
southwest of chella.
It oughta be arriving there any minute now.
♪
Company, you said?
Do we ever.
- Caine? - Yes sir.
Our songbird still at it?
Yes sir.
Forget trevanian for the moment.
Open the outside mics.
Keep her on full?
Absolutely.
Communications, audio tape one.
Loud and fast.
Hit your ballast tanks!
We're losing power!
They're probably still down there.
But after they recover from the dose
we gave them, they'll find they're
breathing pure carbon dioxide.
Which means they won't be breathing at all.
Do you want to send any divers out?
No rush.
Tomorrow, maybe.
After trevanian's brains go to the highest bidder.
♪
Systems are frozen.
Try the manual override.
Also out.
I'll take care of it from the outside.
I haven't completed a current analysis
with this little meter.
There's a possibility it could roll the ship.
You could be crushed.
I can swim away from this, Jenny... You cannot.
Neither can the crew, there is no choice.
There's a submarine out there.
If they pick you up on sonar,
you're a sitting duck.
That does not change what has to be done.
Activate.
♪
Can't you keep it steady?
Without power, sure.
♪
He's about to override, keep it at all stop.
Maintaining all stop.
♪
- All right, Mark! - Monitor on.
Oh, great, Mark, we're operational.
Come on in.
I'm going to find trevanian.
If I'm not back in one hour,
take the cetacean through the reef and call c.W.
It will be up to the Navy to decide the next move.
After the missile's red alert homing systems
zeroes in on the target...
I underestimated the value of this man's knowledge.
It might be a good idea to sell
a little bit here and a little bit there,
instead of letting it all go in one place.
Probably get more money out of it that way.
Program operate.
♪
Now she's singin' on her own.
You want me to shut her up?
Actually, it's rather soothing.
I think you have a tin ear.
Mr. Trevanian.
Ah... who?
I am a friend.
I have come to take you out of here.
Where's my daughter?
Amanda, she is safe.
I... i thought they killed her.
He said they were sinking the charter boat.
Thank you.
The frequency they hit me with wasn't just to make me talk.
I... i think it affected the motor control center
of my brain as well.
Can you tell me, sir, where the sound
was coming from?
The next compartment there.
No-no, no, there's no time for that.
Sir, they did not use electronics on you.
Intruder alert.
Let's double-check the watch.
So this is where they keep you.
Do not be afraid.
I will do what I can to get you back to the sea,
but I must help him in there first.
You understand?
Our intruder.
How'd he get the door open?
We'll ask.
Leaving us...
You been in there?
It's someone else.
Unless you want me to have Mr. Caine here
break the famous Mr. Trevanian's neck,
I suggest you stay right where you are,
and don't try anything stupid.
Get him outta here.
Tie him down, and then you get out.
You'll notice I didn't waste everybody's time
asking a lot of questions they refuse to answer.
The lady inside will do it for me.
It appeals to my sense of symmetry.
Let's go.
She's wearin' that stubborn look again.
Kill that pet of hers.
Unless she sings, of course.
♪
Instructions?
Just wait.
- He's dead. - He couldn't be.
You feel his pulse.
Get some men in here and get rid of that.
Aye-aye, sir.
♪
Trevanian?
In here.
I thought you were dead.
That is what I wanted them to think.
Come with me.
Quickly... up here.
♪
- Wait here. - You can't leave me here.
This old model sub's got a hatch alarm system.
♪
- Cetacean. - Reading.
I have trevanian.
Send up the surface to airlock transport.
Coming up.
♪
Trevanian, jump.
I can't swim.
Jump, now!
You wanna drown?
Put this on.
What is that?
That, Mr. Caine, is the exact location
of the sub we are now going
to blow out of the water.
Set up the catapult.
♪
Careful, we don't know what kind of condition
trevanian is in.
♪
We must move quickly, they know where we...
Depth charge!
They're honing in on us!
What have we taken?
Double miss and closing in.
Short circuit, main panel.
Panel out.
Repair time?
Anybody's guess.
It is imperative to maintain absolute silence until I return.
- Aye-aye, sir. - I'm going to try and turn it
around if I can.
They're dead.
Or running silent.
Either way, it won't matter.
One more time, little lady.
Sing.
Hold it.
Get me a reading.
Right.
She's dead on the bottom.
No sign of life.
I think I'll take another shot at her anyway.
All right, another song, honey.
There's a blip on sonar, sir.
Another ship?
No, it's too small.
A man?
Communications, can you cross-patch me
through to stringer?
Stringer?
Patch me through to stringer.
We'll try.
Channel open.
This is Mark Harris of the submersible cetacean.
Audacious.
I'm impressed, Mark Harris.
You must let us go.
Must I?
We mean you no harm.
All we wish to do is depart with Mr. Trevanian.
Reasonable enough.
It is not for us to apprehend you.
Be advised, however: We will report
your position to the Navy.
Putting me on notice, are you?
How fair can you get?
Are we free to go?
You have my word as an officer
and a gentleman.
Does Mark really believe him?
You heard the man, helmsman.
Start engines and move out.
- Sir... - He told us we are free to go.
Please, follow my instructions.
Here goes nothing.
All ahead, 20 degrees bubble.
Power on.
They're moving, sir.
I heard them.
Encore.
You heard me.
Stop this!
Stop it!
♪
There, little one.
You will be safe now.
♪
I am coming in now.
Airlock standing by.
There goes that sound again.
No... i do not think so, Jenny.
You told me yourself,
it is impossible to hear a myth.
♪