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- Wait till we get to the
island, a tropical paradise.

Both: Holme sisters.

- Did you make contact
with your sister?

- Don't worry.
She's not coming.

- The aircraft incurred
a mechanical failure

and then tragically sank.

- Her card's been used.

Praise God.

Buy me a flight to Fiji,

and you never have
to see me ever again.

No. It's the pilot.

- Is there anything
else I can get you?

Coffee? Maybe
something stronger?

- Mm-mm. No. Just...

Just tell
me if there's any news.

- Nothing further
that I've heard.

Uh-huh.

And, um...

what are the odds
of her being alive?

- Oh, that's not a
question I can answer.

But search and rescue
are on the case.

Look, you'll have a dedicated
crisis-management team

that will be liaising with
all the various authorities.

They'll keep you updated.

Okay.

Mm.

I should have been
on that flight.

- Well, I'm happy you weren't.

What happened?

How come you didn't
take the flight?

Hello?

Hello!

Is anybody here?

Hello!

- Hey, you, you!

Hey. I need your help!

I need your help. Come on.

Keep your hand there, okay?

- Just keep your hand
there for me one second.

- I'm sorry.
- Don't speak.

Just relax now, okay?

Okay, I'm just gonna
tie this round.

Okay. You go check
on the others.

Are you listening to me?

See who needs help that way.

Oh, God.

- Oh, God, let me help you.

- Aah!
- Sorry, my God, sorry.

Please, my baby.

Please!

My baby.

- Oh, no.
- Please!

- Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Baby, it's okay.

It's okay. Shh, shh, shh.

It's okay. It's
okay. It's okay.

Shh, shh, shh.
It's okay, darling.

- You keep breathing,
hmm? Keep breathing.

- The lady's leg.

- Oh, t-there's a doctor,
just there... that guy.

- Excuse me. Excuse
me, are you the doctor?

Oh, God.

- Do you need help?

- This lady.

- Oh.

I'm a psychiatrist.

Fire, fire. There's a fire!

- Check everyone.

If anyone can walk,
get them out of here.

I'm gonna take her to the beach,

and then I'll come
back, okay, okay?

- Okay, okay. Yeah.

- Come on. Here
we go. Here we go.

- Oh.

Oh, God.

Sorry, there's a fire.

- Move.

- Let's have a
look. Come on, here.

Take it. Take it.

- Please. Help me.

- It's just the woman
and the two men.

- There's just three?

Three left?
- Yeah.

Three.

- Are you okay?

What... what is it?
- Nothing. It's okay.

Shh.

- I'm so sorry.
- No... what? No.

You have nothing
to apologize for.

I need help here!

It's okay. It's okay.

- Please tell my
family I love them.

- No. You can tell them.

Hurry!

- I shouldn't have
gone along with it.

- Shouldn't have
gone along with what?

No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, stop it. Come on.

Stop it. No, it's okay.

- Miss, your baby's
fine. Your baby's fine.

We're gonna...
- Please, my baby.

- Come on, Kaali.

Come on.

Come on. Come on, Kaali.

Come on. Come on,
Kaali.

- I think she's gone.

- No, no, no, she was fine.

She was fine when I left her.

What was she... what
was she saying to you?

You were talking to her.

What was she... what
was she saying to you?

- Sorry. She said sorry.

- This girl needs
medical attention now.

- Okay.

Okay, okay, there's got to
be a town or something, a...

a resort.

Say something.
You're the pilot.

- Kaali.

- Excuse me.

Excuse me. We need to get help.

Can you stop doing that, please?

We... we need to find a
hotel or something here.

Oh, Jesus. Oh, God.

Sorry, sorry.

- I need Detective Tawaki.

She's in charge of
the investigation

into the missing plane
with all the missing people

that you don't have
any posters up for.

- That investigation
was shut down.

- Right, well, the
pilot, Mike Brasse,

who you all decided
is dead, he's alive.

- Dude, you need to find
him and question him.

I mean, what's he hiding, right?

He lives 10 minutes away.
He could be home right now.

- How do you know
where he lives?

- Who cares?

I-I have proof that he is alive,

that he is here on Viti Levu.

Now get me Tawaki!

- Hey, lady, you can't
go through there!

- Detective!

Detective, you will
not believe this.

- Erin Holme. What
a coincidence.

I guess we know now why
you missed the flight.

Perhaps we should have a
little chat in my office.

- Miss Holme.

- Oh, to hell with it.

- You're supposed to
land on a runway, no?

There was definitely a runway.

Here. Here.

Don't worry. Don't worry.

- These will help with the pain.

Let me help you.

Here.

Benzos.

I knew being a total mess
would come in handy one day.

Look, I am gonna
get you help, okay?

- Are you okay?

- Just don't leave her alone.

- Ah, still no phone signal.

We need to find higher ground.

- This isn't Limaji.

- This isn't anywhere.

What the fuck is going
on here, Captain?

- We must be somewhere.

Show us.

- Okay.

We took off from
the mainland here.

This was our flight
path to Limaji.

The plane went into what's
called an unusual attitude

around here, meaning
I lost control of it.

Flap actuator malfunctioned.

We had no lift. Drag increased.

Honest... it was all I could
do to keep us airborne.

We dipped below the radar here,

which is where we parted
company with the flight path.

We banked sharply here.

Then a 50-knot gale,
out of nowhere.

We were struck by lightning.

The surge protection
must have failed.

We lost power, and...

here we are.

- And where exactly
is here, Skipper?

- My guess... an island
somewhere around...

- Well, what's it called?

- It won't have a name.

- Why wouldn't it have a name?
- Because it's uninhabited.

Riptides to the
east and the west...

hard to fish here.

It's why you don't
see any boats.

- We haven't even
bothered to look around.

- No electricity
pylons, cultivated land,

no evidence of human existence.

How far off course did we get?

- I'd feel more comfortable if
there wasn't a hunting knife

involved in this conversation.

About 500 klicks.

But, um, when we
don't land in Limaji,

I mean, they'll... they'll
come looking for us, right?

They'll send search
parties and that?

- Oh, they'll throw
everything in finding us...

helicopters, search planes,
commercial shipping.

It's just...

- They'll be looking
in the wrong place.

- Mike?

- What the hell are you
doing in my dad's house?

- I'll, uh... I'll
double-check for survivors.

- Any luck? I couldn't
get a word out of him.

- There is nothing here.

There's no hotels, no
hospitals, nothing.

- Oh, God.

She's going to lose the leg
if she isn't operated on soon.

I mean, I could
try and reset it,

but it's 30 years since
I worked in an ER.

- But you have worked in one?

Look, if she's gonna
lose it anyway...

- Oh, God.

Okay.

I'll need bandages, a splint,

uh, alcohol to
sterilize my hands,

something to sew up the wound,

and, uh, maybe
there's a medical kit.

- Okay, uh, okay, I can
go and check on the plane.

Um, break it to her gently.

- Okay.

- Wait. I'm
calling the police.

- Yeah, you go right ahead.

You can explain to them why he
hasn't told anyone he's back.

- What did you say?

- Your dad.

He's alive.

What?

- Wha... sorry. I
presumed you were...

Look, My name is Erin Holme.

My sister was also
on flight 281.

- What's your name?

- I'm Natasha.

- Natasha.

I didn't break in.

It was like this
when I got here.

He must have been injured
when he got washed up,

didn't have keys, and
broke in to fix himself up.

So where the fuck is he?

- Well, I was going to ask you.

This was in Suva
three weeks ago,

so he could be anywhere.

Although it's not like
he can use his passport.

His face is all over.
- How did you find this?

- He used my
sister's credit card.

- Did you tell the police?

- Not yet.

- You don't know
where he might be?

- I wouldn't know.

We weren't...

aren't close.

Just since he went missing,
sometimes I drive by,

in case.

Today I saw the broken
door, and I stopped.

- Well, it looks like
he's gone fishing.

- Hardly narrows it down.

- He always goes
to the same river.

What's it called?

- The Sigatoka...

the Rewa...

The Ba?

- The Ba.

The Ba River. That's
where he goes.

- How do you know that?

- I've been obsessed
with this whole thing

ever since the
plane went missing.

It's amazing what you can
find out on the Internet.

- Where are you staying?

I'll call you as soon
as I find anything.

- I'm not going
back to the hotel.

You wouldn't even know he was
alive if it wasn't for me.

Sorry. I want to
find my sister.

I'm coming.

Oh, thanks.

Shh, shh, shh.

- Uh...

we... we couldn't find a
hospital, so the doctor...

wha... what... sorry.
What was your name?

- Jack.

- Jack is gonna reset your leg.

It's okay. He's...
he's done it before.

And it will be
over very quick...

be over really quickly,
won't it, Jack?

- No, no, no, no, no.

No, no.

- Ahh.

- Sweetheart.

- Please, no, no,
no, no, please.

- It'll be okay.

- Someone needs
to take the child.

- Please!

- Me? No.

- Someone needs to act quickly.
- All right, I'll help.

But just not that.

- Come on. It's okay.

I'll take him.

- He's called Sonny.

If I don't...
- You're going to be fine.

You'll both make it
home, okay? We all will.

- Hey, what... uh,
what's your name?

- Amber.
- Hey, Amber.

Uh, I'm Daniel.

What do I do?

- What do you
think you're doing?

- Inventory.

- Do you mind getting your
hands out of my things?

- I'm going through everyone's.
- Yeah, without asking.

- Here, take it.

- That's mine. Give it to me.

It was my dad's
lighter. Give it to me.

- Seems to be the
only one we have.

Do I scare you?

I should.

Everyone should.

Three...

two...

one.

- You must be excited
to see your dad again.

This definitely beats
staying up all night

doomscrolling about
faulty de-icing systems

and missing pilot psych evals.

Thank you.

- What did I do?

- It's just... it's good
to be doing something.

- 15 bottles of water,
8 microwave meals,

5 sandwiches, and a
few packets of nuts.

- She's burning up.

Tonight let's take
turns to watch over her.

- That fucking guy.

Does he have to put them there?

- Shit. I thought
I recognized him.

Felix Vatubua.

His family's a big
deal in Fiji tourism.

Only Felix wasn't exactly
running dolphin tours.

Joined the British Army.

- Ah, so he's a trained
killer. Perfect.

- It gets worse.

He lost it in some
shootout in Afghanistan.

Word is he killed
three of his own men.

- They should know.

- They should know what?

- I don't want to make
a big deal about it.

- He pulled a blade on Lori.

- He did what?
- He what?

- I moved your
wife off the plane.

We'll have to salvage
stuff from it,

so better to clear it out.

Should move camp
first thing, though.

They won't smell
too pretty soon.

- Is that a spear gun, Felix?

- How do you know my name?
- I live in Fiji, mate.

Everyone knows Vatubua.

- Then you should
know it's Vatu-boo-a.

Hope you all sleep
a lot easier now.

- Amber?
- Still fighting.

What's going on?

- We're gonna set up
camp on the next beach.

Maybe you can help
build the shelter.

- Shelter?

No, we should be
trying to get home.

What if a plane flies over?

How are we gonna make it see us?

- Priorities... we
need food, water.

- And what about
what Amber needs?

- I'd feel a lot better if
she had some antibiotics.

- Yeah.

So we should be
trying to build a fire

that you can see
from fucking space.

- Lori, we must stick together.

- I'm not sitting around and
letting that boy lose his mum.

Yes.

Oh, my God.

- Peter, you owe me
the biggest apology

in the history of apologies.

- Why didn't you tell me, Erin?

- What? Tell you about what?

- You and the pilot.

You've gone viral.

Congratulations.

You look like you're
hiding something.

The person who has
relentlessly pushed

the narrative there
is something odd

about the plane crash
was with the pilot

the night before the flight
and forgot to mention it.

- Oh, I have to go.

- Erin, why didn't you tell me?

Are you hiding something?

Erin?

- No one's seen him round here.

- Hey!

- Whoa, there. Easy.

- How the fuck do
you explain this?

- Because...

I knew she was going
to be on the plane.

- Why have you got
my sister's phone?

- I was at your hotel the
night before the flight.

She came in, had a drink,
left her phone at the bar.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- Because I've kind of
had a lot on my plate.

I'm sorry. I should
have told you.

- Erin doesn't do
just one drink.

- Well, maybe she had more.

I was having a meeting at
the hotel, and she came in.

A bit after, she left.

We didn't even speak.
- No. Bullshit!

You must have spoke to know she
was going to be on the plane.

- All right.

Okay.

You two...

had had a pretty
big bust-up, right?

- What, she... she
told you about it?

- She spared me
the gory details,

but she did mention the trip,

which is why I thought,
when I saw the phone,

I'd give it to her
the next day, but...

- What did she say
about our fight?

- Lori, I'm not gonna do...
- What did she say?

She said...

She said...

you two had had fights
before, bad ones,

but she wasn't sure
this one was fixable.

Right.

- Natasha, wait.

There's something
you need to know.

I didn't find out about your
dad's favorite fishing spot

from a conspiracy chat room.

He told me about it himself...

The night before the flight.

I'm so sorry.

He's got a little hut
just north of here

right on the river...

green with a red, sloping roof.

Apparently you can't miss it.

I'm really sorry.

I thought maybe we'd
just drive past,

and I'd be like,
maybe it's that one.

- It's okay. Shh, shh, shh.

The leg's fixed.
Your baby's here.

It's all gonna be okay.

- You really miss
your sister, huh?

- I left so many messages

begging Erin to
come to the plane.

She didn't get a single one.

She's out there thinking
I hate her, and...

There's nothing
I can do about it.

There's nothing I can
do about anything.

- Hey, now.

- It was a comfort to her
to know that you had 'em.

- Is there nothing
more we can do for her?

- Without antibiotics...

pray.

Oh. Oh.

- Poor little guy.
It's like he knows.

- They found a stream inland.

Maybe a wash might
calm him down a bit.

Yeah, him and me both.

- Come on. Shh,
shh, shh, shh, shh.

- I'm just not convinced
that arming the T-1000

is entirely prudent.

- What, are you
gonna fish for us?

- What, me?

Lori, what is it?
- Easy now.

What happened?

Crocodiles.

Crocodiles.

And he's done it. He's done it.

Great, great.

Great.

You're not serious.

- Saltwater crocs.

They could smell the bodies.

- Do you want to take her?

- I can't.

- She was your friend.

- I gotta go check on Amber.

- No, hold on.

- She'd have been perfect here.

Strong but kind, unafraid.

If she were alive,
apart from insisting

that you all learn
to play bridge,

she'd have said

we owe it to the dead to
look after each other,

to share our food, our water,

but most of all...

to survive.

- A green cabin with
a red, sloping roof.

Natasha,
can you say something?

I didn't mean to mislead you.

The detective asked me why
I didn't make the flight,

and I just...
- Lied.

- Didn't tell the truth.

You have no idea.

The whole thing snowballed.

There was press everywhere,

consulate officials,
investigators.

I mean, there wasn't the
right time to come clean.

You're about to see your father.

Some of us don't
have that luxury.

- How many times...
we aren't close.

- Well, that's not
how he sees it.

He told me that he loves
you, more than once.

So whatever it is that
went down between you two,

you can fix it if you want.

- Looks like someone's home.

Hello?

I'll do a sweep
outside. You wait here.

- A sweep?

All right,
"Zero Dark Thirty."

What the fuck?

"Love, Natasha."

Any luck?

- No.

Bike's still here, though.

- Probably be home soon.

I'm gonna go check by
the river and see...

- I've obviously
already checked there.

- Okay, well, I might just go.

- Don't take another step.

- You just wouldn't
take the hint

and fuck off...

would you, Erin?

It's a shame.

I liked you.

- Wait. There's money...
shit tons of it.

Just put the gun down, and
I'll show you where it is.

- Did you have to tell her
about the bloody money?

- To Heather.

- To Heather.
- To Heather.

- Stop.

We need it to last.

- You okay?

- Yeah, it just hit me.

We don't know each other at all.

- It's true.

In my head, I've been
calling you "pilot guy."

"Nice old guy."

- And what was
your name for me...

"boring business guy"?

- Is that all you are?
- Pretty much.

My company owns a
hotel in Limaji.

I was headed to a wild meeting
about resort expansion.

- Until the universe stepped in.

- Cheers for ruining my life.

- And who are you, Mike Brasse?

- Me?

"Pilot guy" sounds accurate.

- No one's just their job.

- I love my fishing.

Cold beer on the Ba River.
Quiet life, you know?

With me, what you
see is what you get.

- That run-in with the
crocodile shook you up.

- Did you see how he
was with Kaali's body?

He couldn't even look at her.

- We all deal with
death differently.

- Mm. Kaali said something
to me before she died.

She... she said she should
never have gone along with it.

And then there's
this whole thing

about having my sister's phone.
- And you think...

- It just... there's
something not right here.

- Well, maybe she was thinking
about an old boyfriend

or a fight with her mom.

People say all kinds of
things when they die.

- No, she wanted me
to know something.

- Imagine how he feels.

Kaali was his friend.

He probably knows her
husband, her parents.

Imagine his guilt.

No wonder he couldn't
look her in the face.

He needs our support,

not our blame.

And, anyway, if we
are to survive this,

we have to trust each other.

- Boat.

Boat. Boat!

Boat! There's a fucking boat!

- The ridge.

Mike!

Mike, please. She'll kill me.

- I'll kill you!

- Come on, hurry up.
- Yes.

- Come on, Lori.
- Come on.

- Okay, okay.

- Nice work, lozza.
Let's get it lit.

- Is the boat still there?
- Yeah. Sure is.

- We're going home! Hurry!

- I'm trying. I can't...

- Come on, you bastards!
We're over here!

- They'll never hear you.

- I know. It just
feels good to shout.

- Come and get us, you idiots!
- Idiots!

- I can't find the lighter.

- No, it's in the
bag. It's in the bag.

- No, it isn't.

- It's got to be in there.

It must be.

I saw you put it in there.
It's got to be in there.

- I did.

But someone took it.