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Oh, God. Oh, honey.
Hey, man. Hey, you got it. Knock yourself out.
Chris, what are you doing? Come back.
Oh, my God.
Come on. Come on, look for an opening.
Three, two, one, push.
No.
Christian, do you think it's possible for you to stop calling me "sir"?
The door seals, will they keep the fire out?
Now, Elena, listen.
Conor.
There you go. There you go.
It wasn't.
Here, finish this.
- Not today. - All right.
Do you see him? Where is he?
Come on.
No. I am over your patronizing tone, okay? I am really over it.
Stay right there, mother fucker! I’ll be right there!
Jenny. Jen, listen.
No, Robert, I don't got another way, but I am getting across.
Decided, sir?
There's sick and injured people here. You need to stay with them.
No. I haven't been in a long time, Dad.
...to do that thing you think we want to do if we wanted?
Hey. Easy there, fireball.
...you're doing pretty good. So far.
Let me take him. I was a swimmer in high school. I tell you, I got him.
- I got him. Come on. - Lift.
The instant this ship was struck...
Be with me. Be with me.
Don't touch anything, sweetie.
- Are we sinking? - How do we get out?
Stay calm.
- Dylan, listen to me. - We need to make a decision.
Help me up.
- What? No. - Dylan, you can't.
Not really.
So we got to go back down one level and we find another way up.
Technically, you're under my roof still...
Thinking.
...I could lose my job for this, you know? It's not that I am not grateful, Valentin.
Chris, we need to shut them off.
There's an access hatch right there that puts us into the bow-thruster room.
- You want to hit me? - Actually...
Come on. Come on, come on.
- It's okay. - Come on.
When?
Conor.
But I think that I could make it. I think I could do it on one breath.