[theme music playing]
[loud rumbling]
[machinery whirring]
[hammering sounds]
[indistinct chattering]
[man over PA] North Utsira, South Utsira,
South-westerly, three to four, good.
Forties...
[man groans]
[Baz] Fuckin' hell, man! Ah, shit!
[man] Useless.
[Baz] Who's playin' this? Me or you?
[Rose] New transfer rota.
-Read it. -[Baz] Here, Rose,
how comes you never hang in here?
Is it part of the deal with Pictor
that their reps aren't allowed to have fun?
-[both laughing] -Baz, it's astounding to me
that you still think all the crap you talk is "fun."
[Baz] Whatever.
I'd better still have my window seat on the chopper!
[explosions]
[wind howling]
[man over phone] I understand what you're saying,
but you'll be updated on the radio when the flight is cleared.
You've got to give me more than that. They need a time.
The Kilscour isn't reporting in. We don't know how serious it is yet.
Well, when will you know?
-We'll update when first... -[static over phone line]
Say it again? I can't...
[static] Repeat, stand down...
-[static increases] Repeat, stand down... -Hello? Hello?
[line disconnects]
Damn.
That the beach? Did they ask about the new field analysis?
I know the Bravo's a bit of a bucket,
but if you keep asking about other fields, I'm gonna start getting jealous.
It's my job to look ahead, Magnus.
As long as you remember for the guys out there,
this is their home, it's not a career stepping stone.
-I've just posted the rota. -That's unfortunate.
'Cause that was the heliport about a divert.
[sighs] Great. That'll make them happy.
[Baz] Medic, medic... fuck's sake!
Do we really need all the shouting and the shooting?
-[Baz] Still drying out, Leck? -I'm not drying out.
Sure, you're not.
Best place for it, is all I'm saying.
Zero temptations and 360 degrees of clean sea air.
Yeah, coming at you at 60 miles per hour.
[Baz] Well, if you can't hack it.
Me? Oh, sure, Baz.
'Cause I'm the one who spent the last two weeks moaning
about getting back to the beach, right?
Here.
For your health and our sanity.
Anything else you want me to wear?
[Cat] Yeah. We could probably make a gag out of one of these.
-Couple of straps. -[crew laughing]
-Kinky. -And I thought you were a good Catholic.
I'm also very repressed.
And all these men around. Huh?
How will I cope?
-[Baz] Ahh! God sake! -[gunshot]
Can't a guy fight a war in peace?
Oi! I was playing that.
Funny how things change.
-[indistinct announcement on TV] -Hey, Alwyn. Alwyn. Alwyn?
Something I can help you with?
Yeah, I've got a discipline issue for you.
Ah, well, um, Human Resources is unavailable at this time.
But you're welcome to make a report when I'm back on shift.
Oh, when you're next on shift, I'll be on the chopper.
-Oh, lucky you. -Are you sure about that, Baz?
-What you on about? -You're being bumped.
[crew laughing]
Few more days on the company time for you, mate.
[all laughing and cheering]
[groans]
-[Heather] But, who's got his space? -[Leck] It looks like Fulmer.
-Pays to check these things, Baz. -This is bullshit!
I'm meant to be stagging in Prague on Friday with my cousin.
-Why is it always me? -[Heather] It's not our fault.
Some things you gotta ask the man upstairs.
[indistinct chattering over TV]
[Fulmer] Kinloch Bravo calling Pictor.
Kinloch Bravo calling Pictor.
[radio static]
-Don't leave me hanging, guys. -Fulmer, briefing room.
Aye, aye, Captain.
[Magnus] And when we're done, I need the phones fixed.
I just got cut off from the heliport. We got a divert.
-Again? That'll be popular. -How's life in the crow's nest?
No complaints.
[Rose clears throat]
[Magnus] Come on. Let's get this over with.
Did the beach give a time on the delay? They're gonna wanna know.
Aren't you glad you just have to deal with the numbers?
-Numbers are what we're here for. -And I thought it was the company.
[Kacey on laptop] I just think sooner is better.
Rip off the plaster.
Is that official life advice or wife advice?
Both. [chuckles]
Magnus will take it better than the suits at Pictor.
You have to tell him.
[knocking]
-Hey, Cat, briefing's starting. -Coming, mate.
Okay. If I can get time with him, I will tell him.
You promise? I'll hold you to it.
I promise.
Alright.
[chuckling]
-Oh. You're in my seat. -[Baz] Leave it out.
I've just been bumped.
[indistinct background chatter]
Bumped for who?
Have a guess.
[Hutton sighs] Favours for the favoured, yeah?
Right. I got this.
[indistinct whispering]
[pounding]
Alright, ladies... and actual ladies.
Sit down and... you know the rest. [clears throat]
Before we get to today's work plan,
I know some of you've been waiting for your ride home,
but you're gonna have to wait a while longer.
[crew groans]
This morning we received a report of a power failure
on the North Kilscour platform.
How long, Magnus?
Helicopters from our sector are being diverted to evac the crew
until the power is restored.
This includes the choppers coming for our changeover.
So, we're sitting tight for a while yet.
I said, how long?
You'll be updated over the tannoy about any changes
Yeah, but I said how fucking long?
I get that you all want out of here. So do I.
But this is the job, it's what we do.
Well, you know the phones are out again.
We can't even call home to tell them we're not coming.
Fulmer's getting on the phones.
Once they're back, you'll get time to call.
Fuck's sake.
-Anything else? -Is that why he's getting off here early?
What?
I've been bumped for Fulmer.
I think we all know why.
A request was made by the company for an experienced radio operator
to be released for a liaison meeting.
[sighs] I selected Fulmer.
[Baz] Well, it's not right, Magnus.
Yeah, I've, I've got flights booked. Family occasion.
More like rest and re-stimulation.
[crew laughing]
[Magnus] Was this cleared?
First, I've heard.
Pictor requirements have contractual priority over the helicopter rota.
-We do pay for it after all. -Essential requirements.
So, Rose, err... are you going to this, uh,
"liaison meeting" yourself by any chance?
-I-- -[Magnus] No one is going anywhere
until the Kilscour crew are safe. So that's a bump for everyone.
Dunlin will review the lists, moving on.
The tail's wagging the dog here, Magnus.
Enough, Hutton. You've said your piece.
Now suck it up, shut it up and bank the overtime.
Well, that's not fair.
In case you've forgot, some of us have families waiting on us.
You wanna talk about what's fair, you come and see me later.
Come on, you all know the score.
Let's stop fucking the dog, eh?
Until there's a ride available, we all have work to do.
-[lights buzzing] -[crew groaning]
[crew member] Not again!
[Hutton] Fucking typical.
-[alarm sounding] -Okay, okay.
This is not a drill, this is not a drill.
Black-out recovery procedures are in effect.
Rose, upstairs with me.
Alwyn, go check the Production Module.
Everyone else, get your grab bags, get to your muster stations.
Suits on.
[alarm blaring]
What's happening?
[woman] All generators are down, battery backup just started.
Having problems with the wells.
[Fulmer] Resetting the safety sequence on Well 4.
[woman] No change. It's not working.
[Fulmer] Trying Well 1.
-[alarm continues] -[indistinct shouting]
-[Dunlin] Hatton. -Here!
-[Dunlin] Millson. -Here!
-[Dunlin] Connelly. -Here.
-[Dunlin] Tran. -Here.
-[Dunlin] Brauer. -Here.
-[Dunlin] Evans. -Here.
-[Dunlin] Bright. -Here!
-[Dunlin] Walker. -Here.
-[Dunlin] Shaw. -Here.
-[Dunlin] Roberts. -Here.
-[Dunlin] Garrow. -Here.
-[Dunlin] Hutton? -Here.
-Wilson? -Yes.
-Murphy? -Here.
-Are we getting in? -Ladies first.
Oh, you'd better watch, mate, you'll lose your window seat again.
Yeah, well, if you gotta go over the side in that, I ain't looking down.
Well, we ain't going anywhere yet. We stay here until ordered.
I could've handled them.
You shouldn't have to handle it, 'cause you shouldn't have changed it.
-It's Pictor's operation. -So, keep it operational.
What have we got?
[Fulmer] Power outage across the Accommodation Block.
-Something must have blown. -And the back-up?
-[Fulmer] Back-up power's holding. -Monitor for fire and gas.
What about the Production Module?
Well, it dipped but the safeties are kicking in.
-Pressure? -Holding steady at 4000 psi for now.
Alwyn's on his way.
-If it spikes... -I know what happens if it spikes.
[alarm continues]
[metal creaking, rattling]
Radio the Stand-by Vessel. Tell them we might need them.
And try and get Charlie Platform, looks like they're having problems too.
[Fulmer] Bravo to Kinloch, standby.
Bravo to Kinloch, standby.
If we shutdown, we're gonna be way off quota.
I'm fully aware of the consequences.
Fulmer? I need answers.
SBV, are you reading?
We are in a blackout. Remote well reset is not responding.
Possible assistance required.
I can't get them. Can't get anything. Radio's dead.
[phone ringing]
Punch up the well deck.
How we looking?
[shouting] Safeties are on here.
[Alwyn over speakerphone] It's kicking but it's holding steady for now.
-Can she take it? -It's borderline. Do I push it?
[Rose] Magnus, there are no tremors this side.
[alarm buzzing]
Magnus, it's kicking big down here!
-Magnus, what am I doing? -Alwyn, it'll come back...
Push it, Alwyn. Shut it down!
[alarm buzzing continues]
[alarms stop]
-[Fulmer] Power's coming back! -[Rose huffs] We could have waited.
It's gonna cost us, Magnus.
Good work, Alwyn. Send guys out to check over the Module then head in.
[breathes heavily] Alright.
I said, the safeties would have held.
It's not your call, Rose.
You want to push your own limits, that's fine.
But on the Bravo, we stick to procedures, 'cause when we don't, people die.
I know the risks.
-Oh, do you? -Yeah.
Might've read about it in the manuals and the reports but trust me,
the calls for help are a lot louder when they're not on paper.
Is everything back?
Not everything.
[Magnus] Radio?
-[flicks switch] -[garbled static on radio]
[flick switch]
Okay.
Well, emergency over.
But until we know what caused that,
I want the stand-by vessel in a shelter position one mile out
and ten points off wind direction with the FRC prepped.
They need to be ready to pick up the lifeboats.
Is there a way to, uh, signal them without the radio?
Well, I've got some flags somewhere if you wanna go wave at them.
Or there's this.
Best signals on the helideck.
You think this is linked to the Kilscour?
That's what I'm gonna find out...
alone.
[door opens, closes]
[wind whooshing]
You okay?
It's just him, and Hutton before. [scoffs]
I mean, it's ironic. I used to want to be a palaeontologist.
What, digging up dinosaurs?
Yeah, except it was too much like living in the past.
So now, so now, I just get to work with them instead.
[door opens, closes]
[Fulmer over PA] Attention, all personnel.
Stand down and secure from emergency response.
All equipment to be stowed back in cabins and lockers and await debrief.
-Control out. -[Dunlin] Well, you heard it.
Stand down from muster.
Back inside, folks.
Got myself all dressed up for nothing.
[sighs]
-Must have been a gas pocket, right, Hut? -That was a drill, mate.
-Hundred percent. -Didn't feel like a drill.
[Hutton] Look, I've seen it all before.
They just wanted us out of that briefing room
so we couldn't ask any more questions.
Thing is, Magnus has always got something better to do
than to talk to lowly cunts like us.
Isn't that right, Dunlin?
[metal rattling]
Hold on!
[rumbling, rattling]
[rattling continues]
[rattling slows, stops]
[metal creaking]
[dialing]
[Garrow] Got ya, mate.
You seen something like that before?
No.
That's new.
[wind howling]
[wind howling continues]
-[Leck] Pretty thick then. -[Baz] Yeah.
[Heather] Spooky.
So lucky I've got all these rough, tough men to protect me, eh?
Whoo!
[Hutton] Ah, come on.
I'm not scared of the fucking weather.
She was talking about me there,
just in case you were getting your hopes up.
Ha, ha, ha. Shut up.
-[laughing] -Muppet.
[loud metallic creak]
Fucking hate this place.
[Fulmer] Nobody's gonna be flying a chopper in that.
No, they are not.
That should brighten the mood.
[Magnus] I can't get anything on that.
What d'you have for me?
Shutdown completed, pressure on the plant is low.
-Main power and controls are back. -Comms?
[radio static]
[Magnus] Phones too?
Internal are working. External are still out.
So, we're stuck talking to ourselves.
What about that shake? Was that a kick?
Well, not from the plant, they were already shutdown.
Could it have been seismic?
Well, we keep punching holes in the Earth, eventually it's gonna punch back.
Doesn't work that way.
-We're not on a fault line here. -What about Iceland?
Iceland's a thousand kilometres away.
It had to have been residual pressure from the shutdown.
A seismic event can't happen here.
[Alwyn] Well, think about what we're drilling through.
This whole sea used to be land.
A vast expanse of grass and forest.
You could walk all the way from Scotland to Norway if you wanted.
Yeah, and before that, it was covered in three kilometres of ice,
and before that it was a sea for millions of years.
I know the geology, Alwyn. What's your point?
Out here, things that can't happen, happen all the time.
And when they do, they usually cost lives.
We get regular monitoring reports from the BGS.
So, there's no data to support that.
No, there never is. Until it all goes arse over tit and they need someone to blame.
-Just look at it out there... -[Magnus] Hey, cool it.
What was the weather report for today?
Moderate to good.
-[Alwyn] Doesn't look very moderate. -No, it doesn't.
Without data from the beach, we're just guessing.
We need to make sure our comms is receiving.
You want me to check the tower?
-No. Magnus, in these conditions-- -These are the conditions we've got.
If it's gonna get any worse, I want to know about it.
Lucky me.
He shouldn't go up alone.
He's not.
[door closes]
[tense music playing]
[Hutton] Oh, this ain't safe, Magnus, and you know it.
[Magnus] Nothing's safe here.
How the hell are they gonna see what they're doing up there?
-[Magnus] It's just fog. -Is it?
You're right. It's a risk.
But no contact with the beach, no contact with the stand-by,
power-cuts, emergency shutdown... Those are bigger risks.
And that's on me.
I need to know what we're dealing with.
Baz, you don't have to go up there.
I go up, I get my chopper seat back, right?
You fix it, you can have mine.
Mum always said I should've joined the circus.
[Fulmer] Be careful.
Now he tells us.
[Baz hoots]
[sighs]
[scoffs] I love my job.
[Baz straining]
[metal groaning]
Ful!
Ful, is that you?
[metallic creaking]
Fulmer?
D'you hear that?
[groans]
Come on, Baz. It's better up than down.
-[gull caws] -[screams]
-[thud] -[grunts, groans]
You shitting, shits!
Did you see that, Ful?
Did you see that?
You taking a break?
C'mon, the quicker we're up, the quicker we're down...
Don't! Just, shh, don't.
Jesus, have you seen this.
-[Dunlin] As bad as my kids. -Mmm.
-Half of them are kids. -Uh, I am right here.
Oh, you're the exception. [chuckles]
-Old before your time. -Oh, thanks.
That's much better.
I hope you don't say that to a lot of women.
[chuckles] Wishes he had the chance.
So if we're kids, what does that make you?
Us? We're fossils digging fossils.
[loud, metallic creak]
[eerie music playing]
[Baz] Massive. Massive, beady eyes, man.
-Eyes can't be massive and beady. -[Baz] Yeah, well, they were.
Like that Rose, beady.
[Fulmer] She's just doing her job, like the rest of us here. Hold that.
[Baz] You get on good, right?
'Cause why else would she bump me for you.
-'Cause the company told her to. -Alright...
Can we do this later?
[scoffs]
Cozying up to her ain't gonna help when they start cutting us loose.
-What? -Hutton says that's what's coming.
You know you seem pretty interested in Rose for someone who doesn't like her.
I ain't saying I don't like her.
But she's Pictor. Not one of us.
[sighs] You can sleep on company sheets.
I ain't saying you can't. But it shouldn't cost me my ride home.
I get enough shit as it is.
If you're tired of getting shit, maybe you should stop talking it.
There was a meeting. That's it.
Alright...
[sighs] But the reps never hang 'round for long.
She'll be moving up, moving on, and you'll be left on your own again.
Why d'you get to decide who's one of us, eh?
I was just talking, man. Careful, it's slippery up here.
You're attached!
Alright.
Fucking touchy, man.
Right, it's working.
Let's go.
Ah! Shit.
You break it, you bought it. I'm going down.
[gulls squawking]
[device beeping]
[beeping continues]
A bit colder out here than in your office, right?
I'm used to it.
You used to be used to it.
If you've got a problem with how I run this place...
-Yeah? -Keep it to yourself.
-[screaming] -[metallic thuds]
[gasps]
[gasps] Oh, no!
This is OIM.
[Magnus, on speaker] Medical assistance required at the Communications Tower.
[Dunlin] Hey!
You gotta put on your kit!
Medical assistance required at the Communication Tower.
[Cat] Bring the oxygen. Helipad.
[Magnus] Repeat. Medical assistance required at the Communication Tower.
[Hutton] Can you hear me? Cat's on her way.
[Hutton] Talk to me, talk to me. What happened?
[panting]
-[Alwyn] Can you hear me? -[Hutton] Can you hear me?
-Baz? Baz? -He was coming down after me.
[Hutton] Baz?
Move. Move, don't crowd.
Okay, Baz, mate. It's Cat.
-Can you hear me, mate? -I should have waited.
Damn right you should have.
The experienced man always comes down last.
-[Cat] Okay, I'm gonna turn him round. -He was right there.
-And his harness is unclipped. -[Cat] ...on my count. One, two,
-three, okay turn him. -What the hell were you doing up there?
-Our job! -Enough! You're not helping, Hutton.
We'll deal with this later.
For now, just back off.
Magnus.
Magnus! He's still alive.
-Baz! -[Cat] Here we go, Baz.
Just gonna open your mouth, get a little bit of suction there, okay?
Is the radio working?
[Cat] Wait for the collar.
It is at our end. But...
Find a way to contact the shore.
They won't fly in the fog.
I want them to tell me that.
[Cat] Now we're gonna put you on a stretcher, okay, Baz?
Second lift.
-Magnus! -What?
I don't think they can.
[Rose panting]
[Rose] Look, pipelines have no pressure.
[sighs] It doesn't make any sense.
I mean, we shut down our well
but the line back to shore should still be pumping
from the other rigs in our sector.
-[computer beeping] -And it's not?
None of them are.
What does that mean?
[Rose] It means, whatever cut off communication,
whatever's causing all this, it's not just happening here.
It's the whole field.
[beeping continues]
Get us back online, Fulmer. Whatever it takes.
[Cat] So we're gonna start with straps.
-Then we're gonna get cutting. -[Hutton] Alright, buddy. Alright.
Keep talking to him, mate, yeah?
That's it.
[Hutton] Baz, Baz, Baz.
[Cat] That's it. Keep talking to him, mate.
Got it, yeah, coming now.
[Cat] That's it. Don't worry, lad, we're here now, we're here now.
Everybody keep calm, yeah?
And we've got lesions on the right arm.
Injury on the collar bone. Can we start dressing that ankle, please?
[sighs]
That's it, good work, guys.
You see? He should never have been up there!
-Hindsight isn't helpful here, Hutton. -Hold on. Okay.
We need to stabilize him.
[Hutton] Look at him! He's convulsing.
[Cat] That's what we're giving him these for, mate.
So everybody, stay calm.
That's it, Baz, mate. Don't worry. This is gonna ease up, alright, mate.
[Cat sighs]
What now? Hmm?
He's barely breathing.
Cat? What do we do next?
That's all we can do.
His injuries are internal and we can't open him up in here.
-[Hutton] Whoa... -Stabilize and transfer.
-That is his best chance. -You've seen the fog, right?
They're not coming. You gotta do something.
Yeah, we can make him comfortable.
-And then he, he might pull through... -Oh, comfortable?
Listen! He needs an hospital, not a medic!
Oh, so, so what he's as good as dead but he's comfortable?
-Yeah! Great fucking job! -Whoa, whoa!
Fucking Christ.
[Cat] Let's get some saline into him, please.
Fucking! Fuck it! Fucking life.
[spits]
[wind whooshing]
[Alwyn] Give Hutton time.
He'll understand.
[Cat sniffs]
Somehow, I don't share the optimism.
Guys like him only feel safe when they're making others feel small.
Well, he's been out here a long while.
[Cat] Maybe that's the problem.
-Lack of socialization. -Yeah, maybe.
But once you've seen this place chew up enough of your friends,
you begin to wonder if you're next.
[monitor beeping]
[Fulmer] Kinloch Bravo to coastguard.
-Medical evac required. -[radio static]
Kinloch Bravo to coastguard.
Medical evac required.
[radio static]
Kinloch Bravo to coastguard. Medical evac required.
[knocking]
Repeat, emergency medical evacuation required from Kinloch Bravo.
Does anyone copy?
-Useless. -Hey!
Hey, it's okay.
He already slipped going up.
In those conditions, I should have seen it coming.
He pissed me off, so I left.
You can't predict everything.
I shouldn't have left it like that.
Like what?
He was mouthing off about you.
[sighs]
Saying how the company's gonna can us all and you'd be in on it, so...
so I got in his face.
He was only up there 'cause I got his spot on the chopper.
That's all he wanted.
Hey, was that your fault? Was it?
No, I did that.
Things happen that you can't control.
Okay?
Focus on the ones you can.
It's not your fault.
Leave the guilt to the guilty.
[doors closes]
[water running]
[sighs]
[closes tap]
[quivering]
[toilet flushing]
[turns on tap]
How is he?
-[turns off tap] -Bad.
And without that chopper, he's not gonna do any better.
[sobbing]
No one's expecting you to be a miracle worker.
You're doing all you can.
[breathing deeply]
I shouldn't even be here.
Me and Kacey we had a plan, but...
I had to push it. [chuckles]
If we don't get back...
We're getting back, Cat.
[turns on tap]
Look, there's probably a whole building full of people
working out how to do it right now.
All we have to do is wait and trust.
[sighs] You say that like it's easy.
[turns on tap]
[door opens, closes]
[lights buzzing]
[sighs]
-You have gotta fix him. -Fuck off!
-[Cat grunts] -[Hutton screams]
Bad knee. It's in your medical.
-I can't... -Shut up, Hutton.
You don't wanna help, you just want someone to blame.
And it ain't me.
-[Cat breathing heavily] -[Hutton coughing]
[sighs]
[Easter] More coffee? You'll be up all night, mate.
Yep, not because of this.
[sighs]
Very cheery.
Aren't we all.
Dunlin was asking for you.
[sighs]
[eerie music playing]
[Heather] We did our training together.
He always said this was gonna be his way to see the world.
Make money here and spend it somewhere else.
I guess he's not going on that holiday anymore.
I can take over if you need a rest?
Oh, no, I'm fine, darling.
He's much less annoying when he's quiet.
Okay.
Tell me if he wakes up.
[Alwyn] Long as you remember you asked for it.
[door closes]
[Baz gasps]
-[monitor beeping rapidly] -[Baz gasps]
-[rapid beeping continues] -[eerie music playing]
-[music fades] -[beeping slows]
-Where's the chopper? -We're trying.
-Try harder. -Hutton, listen...
No, no, no. You listen, this is no time to be doing it by the book.
Call the fucking Navy if you have to.
I know he was your friend. But you saw his injuries...
He went up there for us! He went up there for you, Magnus.
Ah, Christ, the only other person you sent up there with him was Fulmer.
It's not like the two of them get on, is it?
Oh, come on. Don't start! We don't have time for witch hunts.
-We're one crew. -It was your call.
You're responsible.
I'm responsible for everyone.
But you always think you could do better, right?
Well, what's your great idea? Come on.
You know best. You tell me, eh! Eh?
No. No, I thought not.
This bark and no bite is getting real old, Hutton.
Real old.
They should never have gone up there!
[indistinct shouting]
[overlapping chatter]
Where are they all going?
We got a chopper arriving, no one tell me?
Not that I heard. Listen, we need to talk about Hutton.
Aye, aye, I strongly suspect we do. [sighs]
Look go find Dunlin, would ya'?
[Cat sighs]
[knocking]
[Magnus] We need to know if it's safe out there.
Preferably before people start asking us.
Well, I can't get any reading from anywhere.
The whole sector's messed up.
What about the tremor? D'you know what caused it?
Fulmer's trying his best but without speaking to the beach,
I can't say anything for sure.
But you have a theory?
I don't think "we can't say for sure" is gonna cut it.
Well, that's what I've got.
And you keep making the mistake of thinking you're my boss.
Point taken.
Does he seem alright to you?
Fulmer?
I mean, he's been shaken up but anyone would be. Why?
Ah, it's just something Hutton said...
You know, you can work beside people for years out here...
crammed tight, you think you know everything about them.
But everyone's got something they hold back.
[clicks tongue] It's not until the pressure
hits that you really see who they are,
what they believe in, what they care about.
What they're afraid of?
I assume there's a plan in place if we're stuck here?
Aye, there are procedures. We can ration food, fuel, power.
It won't last forever but that's not the real problem.
There's no work to do, nothing to focus on except what they're missing.
-Idle hands. -And short tempers.
Winning combination.
-[pants] You gotta come to the Helideck. -What is it?
We got a rabble being roused up there. It's getting animated.
-Hutton? -Hutton.
[Rose] Mm-hmm.
[Hutton] You don't deserve this.
It's a job, right? Work. But they've got responsibilities, too.
Most of us were supposed to be leaving today, right?
Should've been on that chopper.
On our way home to our families.
But we're not.
And our wonderful management would like to tell you this is just fog.
A bit of bad weather.
Right. They're lying.
They've been lying to us from the start.
Said we'd be home now, but we're here.
Said they'd be keeping us safe,
but they're just letting Baz die.
Hutton! You're way over the line.
Oh, what line is that? What, err, oh, this one?
See, you sent Baz up that tower because you said you had to.
'Cause you were scared of something.
You see, you're telling us all the time to, y'know, stay calm,
but you don't seem so Zen yourself, boss man.
What the fuck is going on out here?
There's no radio, there's no phones.
This fog? These shakes?
Do we even know if we're ever gonna get off here?
Or what is gonna happen to us when we do?
If you want our trust, you gotta start telling the truth.
You're just stirring the shit.
Fuck's sake. This is not the time.
Oh, I think it is the right time. In fact, I think it is the perfect time.
Might be a good idea to start with this.
Or-- Or I can read it.
Up to you.
Have it your own way.
"Kinloch Field Decommissioning Phase.
-Full decommission of all Pictor assets--" -Alright! Alright! Alright!
The truth is we're finished.
The Kinloch Bravo is finished. It's not just us.
Pictor are gonna junk this whole field.
All their rigs. All your jobs.
And they didn't want me to tell you.
'Cause you'd start quitting before they're ready to start decommissioning.
So, if we're lucky and all this passes...
that's what you're going back to.
And I can't change it. Believe me, I've tried.
But right now, my job is to get you all home.
And that is what I'm gonna do.
[air whooshing]
Snow?
No.
No, it's ash.
[sighs]
[air whooshing continues]
Baz? You okay?
It's too late. It's already started.
Cat! Cat!
Baz, Baz, you're alright, mate. Easy. Gently, gently, gently.
-Okay, steady. -[Alwyn] We've got you.
[Cat] You're alright, mate, you're alright. You're here now, with us, okay?
Okay, easy now. Help him down the stairs. Steady, steady, steady.
[mysterious music playing]
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