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(dramatic music)

(thunder crashing)

(soft music)

- Happy birthday to me.

(gentle instrumental music)

You still love me right?

(gentle instrumental music)

- Morning.

- Have you forgotten something?

- (chuckling) Of course not. Happy birthday.

- Well, at least someone remembered.

- Cindy, half your friends don't even get up before midday.

Just give them time, huh?

- We'll see.

- Look, don't write today.

It is your 21st after all, and I got a surprise for you.

- Really?

What?

- Well, if I told you that

it wouldn't be much of a surprise now, would it?

But, we leave in five,

so get yourself ready.

(doorbell ringing)

And I'll get the door.

(Cindy exhaling)

- Hi Mister Don.

- Hey Becca.

- Is she awake?

- She's upstairs.

Not a word about the surprise, okay?

Come on.

(door closing)

(Cindy squealing)

- Oh my God.

- Hey, girl.

- I'm so pleased to see you.

I thought everyone forgot.

- I would never forget.

- Well, I think the girls have.

- Well, you know what they're like.

It's midday, they're probably still asleep.

- Yeah, that's what dad said.

Are you free today?

- Yeah, I got time.

- Good, because I do not wanna spend my 21st birthday alone

like a crazy old cat lady.

- More like dog lady.

Oh, Becca.

Honestly, has dad planned anything.

- What?

No, no.

But, I got you something.

- Thank you.

Oh, it's beautiful.

What is it?

So I know it's a little tacky,

but I remember that you said your mum

used to get you trinkets for your birthday,

and I didn't want you to go a year without.

- I love it.

- [Dad] Girls, time to go.

- Ready?

Let's go. Come on.

(soft piano music)

(birds chirping)

(soft piano music)

- Dad, can you tell me where we're going yet?

- That's a negative.

- Oh, seriously, what is it?

- Nope.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

- Just get a bit carsick sometimes.

- Okay,

not far down that.

So I need you to wear this.

- You have got to be kidding me.

- Come on, do as he says.

- Okay.

- Is that covering your eyes? - Mm-hm.

- I need to stop you peeking.

- Oh, so yes.

All right.

Can you see anything?

- Not a thing.

- You sure? - Mm-hm.

- How many fingers?

- I don't know.

Look at me.

Good. Great.

Okay, let's go.

All right. Where do you think we're going?

(muffled speaking)

- I don't know. - Don't be nervous.

- [Becca] It's gonna be good.

Have a blast.

(door closing)

(plane overhead)

Ready?

Tada!

- Surprise.

- What am I looking at?

Dad, what's going on?

- Well, what do you think's going on?

- I really don't know.

Well, here's a clue.

- And over there's a bigger clue.

(women cheering)

(all giggling)

- I'm ready to party.

- Wait, can someone tell me what's going on?

- Okay, okay.

You lucky ladies are gonna get on this plane,

and you're gonna fly for six hours to St. Lorenzo,

which is a beautiful little island.

- A party island.

- Yes, there are bars there,

one of which is called the Marlowe Bar,

and you have a tab set up.

- Oh, some bar, bitches.

- With a limit.

So order some food, order some wine.

But do me a favor, okay?

No international incidents.

That's you I'm looking at, Lola.

- Guys.

This is way too much.

A private plane, it's too much.

- Calm down kid, okay?

This plane was already going to San Lorenzo.

You girls are just hitching a lift.

In three days time you hitch a lift back.

Just enjoy yourselves.

All right?

- I love you, dad.

- I love you too, Princess.

- We got the plane, let's start the party now.

- Yes. Come inside.

- Give me 10 minutes ladies.

- Okay girls, I have to go,

but I'll be keeping tabs on this flight

from the control tower.

So enjoy.

Later, ladies.

Becca, keep an eye on her.

- Look at that ass.

- You're so bad.

- You okay?

- I just really hate flying.

- You got your air sickness tablets?

- Yeah, I've already taken them.

I don't want you to worry, I'll be fine.

- Relax, Becca.

What could go wrong?

I need to load my bag.

- Hey, Vince?

- Yeah? - Hi.

- My friend wants to know if you have a snake

like a python or a king cobra?

- A what?

I actually have a hamster.

- Okay, he's yours.

I'm gonna load my bag.

- Wait, I have no things.

- Relax. Your dad's cool.

He packed you already.

- Hey, birthday girl.

So your dad tells me that you like to fly.

Once we're up in the air, I can bring you into the cockpit,

maybe even let you take control.

That way I can have a couple of beers in the back.

- It's fine, don't worry about him.

He's a joker.

Nice to meet you Cindy.

- Hi. - Hi.

- And?

- Becca.

- Hi.

(jets overhead)

- Oh my God.

- Oh my God.

- This is amazing.

- Where's the pool?

Boxy.

- Oh wow.

(person gasping)

(light music)

- Emergency exits are to the rear behind you,

and by the front of the plane.

Ladies, you're smart.

You know how to put your seatbelt on,

but any trouble and I'll do it for you, okay?

Okay, so buckle up, and let's get ready for takeoff.

- [Lola] Excuse me, Vince?

Yeah, can you help me with my buckle?

- Sure.

- You smell nice.

- Thank you.

- Ladies, welcome to your flight

between Miami and St. Lorenzo.

My name is Roland, I'm your captain.

You've met Vince.

He's gonna keep you fed and watered.

So we've got about a six hour flight.

It's clear skies,

I would say it's gonna be a very pleasant journey

between here and St. Lorenzo.

And if anyone feels compelled to say thanks

by buying me a drink on the island,

I'm there until tomorrow night.

We ready for take off ladies?

(all cheering)

(pensive music)

(jet running)

(dramatic music)

Flight THX 1138, ready for takeoff.

(dramatic orchestral music)

Here we go.

(escalating music)

(jet running)

This is flight THX 1138

to St. Lorenzo, checking in.

- Hey Roland, you're on our system, we got eyes on you.

Your path is clear. Have a good flight.

- Thanks buddy, will do.

Over and out.

Take the seatbelt sign off shortly.

You got any plans for the island, Vince?

- Yeah, you know what?

I'll be drinking, hunting,

and pulling some ladies, hopefully.

- Be careful what order you do those in, buddy.

- Yeah, you're right.

Probably oughta go and check on them.

- Hey and good luck back there.

I think you might need it.

- Come on Roland, I'm a ladies man.

Don't worry about me, I'll make it work.

(jet running)

Ladies, drinks?

(passengers hooting)

- Okay.

Okay, cheers to being besties.

(all hooting)

- Fancy a dance?

- Sorry.

(dark music)

- It's okay.

You're gonna be okay?

It's just a flight.

You'll never make it happen.

(gasping)

- I wanna get one with the pilot.

- Are you gonna sit on his lap?

- Funny.

Hey, sorry I.

Are you in control?

- Yeah, it's on autopilot, don't worry.

This is the easy bit.

- Oh.

It looks cloudy out there.

I thought we were clear until arrival.

- Yeah, well, I mean we can't predict everything,

but don't worry, it's just a storm formation.

Nothing to worry about.

- Can I have a selfie?

- [Roland] Sure.

- Thanks.

See ya.

- Mike, I've got a storm formation ahead

and we are flying straight into it.

I can't steer around without veering into a flight path.

It seems mild, so should be nothing to worry about.

- [Mike On Radio] Thanks Roland.

Your straight west of it, keep going.

Keep me in the loop, over.

- Yeah, will do.

Over and out.

(dramatic music)

- Hey, are you okay?

- Yeah.

A little better.

Sorry.

- Don't be silly.

I used to be terrified of flying before my dad taught me.

We clocked up a few miles in the air

and I guess I'm used to it.

- I don't think I'm ever gonna get used to it.

At least they don't seem to have any problems flying though.

- Okay, okay, okay.

Okay ladies, I'm going to check on Roland,

see if he wants something and I'll be right back, okay?

- You are so terrible.

You need to stop.

- I'm only just getting started. (laughing)

- [Vince] Hey Roland.

- You okay?

- Not really.

You wanna swap?

- No, I wouldn't survive.

- What's with the sky?

- It's just thick clouds, nothing to worry about.

Nothing I can't get us out of.

- Okay. Cool.

- Ladies, surprise.

- No way.

- Lola, you are so bad.

- Quick ladies, let's change before Vince gets back

and give him a little fashion show.

- You can't be serious.

- I got them for the beach.

I got them on a five finger discount,

if you know what I mean.

And you too, Becca.

- What?

No way.

- Yes, you've got an amazing ass.

You need to show it off and ditch this granny dress

and stop being boring.

- Fine.

- Okay, I'm going back in, okay?

What the?

- [All] Yes!

(girls talking)

- Come on.

Oh my God, look where we are.

Oh, this is amazing.

- Pull your tongue up before trip over it.

(sexy music)

♪ Please don't blame me if you cannot tame me ♪

♪ Everybody knows your name ♪

♪ Everybody knows your name ♪

♪ You've got money, you've got fame ♪

♪ But you ain't got love ♪

♪ The part is over and everybody is sober ♪

♪ But I still want to dance ♪

♪ The party is over and everybody is sober ♪

♪ But I still want to dance ♪

♪ Let me dance more ♪

♪ Let me dance more ♪

♪ The party is over and everybody is sober ♪

♪ But I still want to dance dance dance ♪

♪ The party is over and everybody is sober ♪

♪ But I still want to dance ♪

♪ Want to dance ♪

♪ Want to dance ♪

♪ The party is over and everybody is sober ♪

♪ But I still want to dance ♪

♪ The party is over and everybody is sober ♪

♪ But I still want to dance ♪

♪ Let me dance more ♪

♪ Let me dance more ♪

(thunder crashing)

- Flight CM97, you're cleared a land, proceed.

That's odd.

Roland's flight's completely disappeared off the radar.

- That's strange.

- Roland, do you read me?

What's your current coordinates at the moment?

(dark music)

- That's strange.

The readings are off.

It says that we're off course, that we're circling,

but I haven't altered the course.

That altitude reading is off, too.

- [Mike] I don't like the sound of that.

- I mean it's still smooth, it's just thick clouds.

Maybe there's some kind of an electrical disturbance

that's affecting the readings?

We've got to still be on course.

- [Mike] Your course was on track until 20 minutes ago.

That appears to be when you went off grid.

- About the time we entered the storm front.

- [Mike] Okay buddy.

Well, be careful.

Until we know for sure

we're gonna assume you're on the correct course.

(dramatic music)

(thunder rumbling)

(thunder rumbling)

- So you were with the singer?

- Lola, bikini.

- Well, it's gonna be like a sauna when we get there,

so it may as well be beach ready.

(booming)

- [Roland] Ladies, sit down and strap in.

We've got some turbulence.

(tense orchestral music)

(dark music)

(thunder rumbling)

- I got news for you pal.

I have been trying, but this storm formation,

it's got some kind of a magnetic pull.

It's got us locked in a circle and it's steering us.

I tried to break loose,

but I can't overheat the engines,

and I can't burn fuel by increasing the power too much.

- What the hell can we do, man?

- We have to hope that it's subsides

and that I can pull us out.

- Call it in.

- The radio, it keeps going in and out.

I can't get through to the tower in this thick cloud.

- [Vince] Should we tell the girls?

- Jesus no, I don't want them to worry.

Look, I can get us out of this.

This ain't my first rodeo.

- Okay, okay.

Okay, cool.

(thunder rumbling)

- What is it?

- This photo.

Outside in the clouds, there's,

there's a strange outline, big.

- This must be a shadow or I dunno, strange looking cloud.

- Really?

- Adriana, my grandma thought she saw

a deceased rabbit in the sky.

It was just a cloud.

Looked like a couple of ears.

Okay?

- Yeah.

Yeah, you're right.

- Well, that was exciting.

- You all right, ladies?

- Yeah. Fine.

The cake.

- Okay.

Hey.

You okay?

- Yeah, it's just my head.

I don't handle flying well, I think it's the altitude.

- I might have something that may help your head.

- What is it?

- It's just something to make you feel chilled and relaxed.

(eerie music)

- Is it safe?

- Yeah, I've had one.

Trust me.

- Thank you.

I think we should go back now.

I think Lola likes you.

- Really? - Really.

- I didn't notice that, but I've noticed you, you know.

- Me? - Yeah you?

I think you're the prettiest girl I've seen.

(Becca laughing)

- You say that to all the girls at the clubs.

What are you doing?

- I don't (indistinct) meet.

- We met a couple hours ago.

What the hell did you think was gonna happen?

- I'm sorry.

- Thanks for the pill.

- Fuck.

- What's going on?

Can you please get this cake before she turns like 22.

- Do you have a lighter?

- Yeah.

(soft piano music)

(girls giggling)

- Okay bitches,

I'm so pleased we're all here to celebrate

our little Cindy's welcome into the 21 club,

even though we'll all fucking hate you in 18 years

when we're all 40 and you're 39.

No but seriously, we love you.

You're amazing.

And even though you're the youngest,

you're the most mature,

and you've really stopped us

from getting into some serious judgments of valor.

- Well, you've tried.

- So now blow out your birthday candles, bitch.

(women cheering)

(dark music)

(thunder rumbling)

- Becca, do you want some cake?

Becca?

Are you okay?

- I,

I saw something outside.

- What?

- I I I

I don't know what it was.

It was, it was like a, a a long

tentacle.

- [Lola] Sorry, what?

- Becca said that she saw something in the clouds.

- In the clouds.

A tentacle.

- Don't laugh.

- A tentacle, that's ridiculous.

You probably just saw like a bird or a cloud or a shadow.

- Did you take anything, Becca?

- What?

- You know, for your flight sickness.

- I gave her something to make her chill out.

- Something? That sounds ominous.

- Just a mix of Valium with a little bit of mushroom.

- Not a shiitake I take it.

- No, generally it doesn't cost hallucinations,

but on rare occasions it does.

- Well, you are (indistinct).

- Enough.

- You're fine, Becca.

There's nothing out there, okay?

- Ladies, maybe you should sit down.

We all need to strap in.

(tense music)

Are you not getting loose?

I, I'm losing more control.

Mike, can you read me?

- [Mike] Roland?

Thank God, we've been worried.

- Look, I'm gonna make this brief.

The radio keeps cutting in and out,

but we are stuck in this storm formation.

There is some kind of a magnetic hold.

I'm trying to break loose, but,

we're going into thick cloud again.

I'm gonna lose you again.

(radio static)

(thunder rumbling)

- Did you get anything on satellite imaging?

- Okay, now by this point the plane

should have passed Jarith Cove,

700 miles south of St. Lorenzo.

Imaging shows a,

a really weird storm formation about 10 miles wide.

It's swirling in a circular formation,

and appears to be of varied depth within.

That'll explain why the radio is cutting in and out.

My only assumption is that they're stuck inside

the cloud formation.

But you know, I have no idea where it's emerged from.

- Do you think it'll disperse soon?

I mean, how much reserve fuel do they have?

- Well, as long as they don't use excessive power

in trying to break out of the group,

they can ride it out for another couple of hours.

- I'll notify the airfield at Triega,

in case we need to make an emergency landing,

and it's a little closer.

- Thanks, Karen.

(Lola sighing)

- Are you okay?

- Sure.

I thought she wanted (indistinct).

- Are you a bad boy?

- Yeah, I mean, I have my moments.

- I like bad boys.

Do you have another one of those pills?

- Wait, wait, wait.

But don't blame me if you have any side effects.

Okay?

- Yeah.

(Vince laughing)

I'll keep Yvonne away from you.

- Thank you.

- How long till we get there?

I can't take any more of this shaking.

- I still think we've got a few hours.

- Straight to the beach when we get there.

I hope these black clouds don't follow us to St. Lorenzo.

- I'm sure this will pass.

(thunder crashing)

- There, it's back.

Look outside, you must have seen it.

- Did you see anything?

(thunder crashing)

- I, I'm not sure.

- Cindy.

- I saw something, but I'm not sure.

- Okay, what are they pumping into the oxygen

into this plane?

Because like you two have cabin fever.

(crashing)

- What the hell was that?

- [Yvonne] Still think it's cabin fever?

- Vince, what is it?

- Well, what was that?

- No idea.

- You in control yet?

- No, not yet.

Something very strange is going on here.

Apparently we're carrying in an extra half-ton.

- What?

Maybe it's another faulty reading.

- Go and tell the girls that it's okay.

Tell 'em that it's just turbulence.

I'm gonna call Mike.

Mike, do you read me?

- Roland, I'm here. What's happening?

- We're being pulled into the Bermuda Triangle.

We just felt a big thud, like something landed on the roof.

- Really?

- [Roland] Apparently we're carrying an extra half-ton now.

- What?

That's not possible.

- Mike?

Mike, can you read me?

(boom)

(monster growling)

- I, I saw something.

(thunder rumbling)

- There's something on the plane.

- It's nothing ladies, I'm sure it's just turbulence.

- Turbulence doesn't have tentacles, Vince.

(booming)

- I just can't figure it out.

How do you take on extra weight during a flight?

- [Don] Maybe it's a seagull.

- A half-ton seagull?

Jesus Christ, Don.

(thunder rumbling)

(tense music)

(dark music)

(tense music)

- I saw it move back into the clouds.

Maybe it's gone.

- Better go see what Roland says.

(eerie music)

What the hell is this shit?

- What's happening?

Where is he?

- This can't be happening.

- Vince, do something.

- Vince, call in.

- Fuck, no signal.

- Vince, you need to fly this thing.

- What, me?

I can't fly it.

- Thought you were a co-pilot.

- I'm a fucking flight attendant.

Get out.

Get out.

(Becca gasping)

- What are you doing?

- I can't do this.

- Vince!

- So what do we do now?

- Cindy, can you land the plane?

- I've flown two-seaters and cropdusters.

I can't.

- Cindy, you are our only hope.

Please.

Cindy.

- Cindy.

(dramatic music)

- Dad, can you hear me?

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Are you serious?

Cindy is gonna fly the plane.

(eerie music)

- Look look look look look.

- Is that it?

(booming)

(tense music)

- What the hell was that?

(tense music)

(thunder rumbling) (Cindy screaming)

(monster banging)

(monster banging)

(thunder rumbling)

(girls whimpering)

(thunder crashing)

- Vince?

Vince?

(knocking on door)

Vince, get out of there.

Vince.

(rain hitting jet)

- Fuck.

(Vince gasping)

Just trip man.

Fucking trip.

(eerie music)

(Vince panting)

(tense orchestral music)

(high-tension music)

(women screaming)

(women crying)

- We need help and I can only hear (indistinct).

(thunder rumbling)

(door rattling) (women gasping)

- Cindy, why can't you land this thing?

- There's nowhere.

- Well, you need to get your dad to help us,

'cause this thing can get inside here and,

Vince is dead.

(muffled voices on radio)

- Dad!

- [Dad] Cindy?

- Dad, dad, you need help us.

We're trapped.

Roland's dead and Vince is dead?

- [Dad] Jesus Christ.

- I don't know, there's a creature in the clouds.

- [Dad] Is this some kind joke?

- I'm not fucking joking, Dad.

Just send help, please.

- [Dad] Listen kiddo, you hang in there, okay?

I'm gonna send someone to check in, see if they can help.

- [Cindy] Yeah, well they need to hurry 'cause this thing

has breached the plane twice.

- Just hang tight, okay?

Keep the plane as steady as you can.

You know the basics.

- [Cindy] I'll try, over and out.

- Benny, you there?

- [Benny] Yeah, here. What's up?

- Listen, I need you to do something for me.

- [Benny] Okay, go on.

- [Dad] You need to head back to that storm front.

Roland's plane's stuck in there.

It's some kind of magnetic pull and he can't get free.

They're saying there's something on the plane,

some kind of creature.

- [Benny] That seems impossible, Mike.

- I know that, but all the same,

I need you to turn around, okay?

And just see what's happening.

I'll send the coordinates shortly,

but looking at your speed and distance,

you can make it there in 15 minutes.

- [Benny] Okay, over and out.

- Should we?

- It's gone quiet now.

(tense music)

(Adriana screaming)

- [Speaker] What are you doing?

You heard them.

- Looking for the gun.

- [Speaker] Why would there be a gun?

(muffled speaking)

- [Speaker 2] Do you even know how to use that thing?

- Yeah.

Don't ask.

On the count of three, you're gonna walk to the door,

open it, and then run straight back into the cabin.

- Don't hit a window.

- Yeah, no shit.

Three,

two,

one.

(gun firing)

(thunder crashing)

- Is it going?

- It's just moving.

- Who the hell is shooting?

- We hit one of the tentacles.

- Should we be angering this thing?

- Well, it's our only option.

It's either that or it pulls us out one by one.

- I can't take this anymore.

We should be topless on the beach and fucking hot guys.

Oh my God.

Cindy, why aren't you driving?

- You don't drive a fucking plane, Lola.

It's on autopilot.

- Is help coming?

- Soon, I hope.

I have an idea, but you might not like it.

- We have to try something.

- I'm gonna spin the plane.

- That's insane.

- My dad did it to me in a flight once.

showed me how maybe I can shake this bastard off.

I can't get out of this current,

but I can still maneuver in the channel.

I think I can spin us.

- Do it quick before I change my mind.

- Hold tight.

Here it goes nothing.

(high-tension music)

- Did it work?

(screaming)

- It didn't work, I think we angered it.

- I don't know what to do.

The storm doesn't look like fading and unless it fades,

we can't get out.

(somber music)

- Mike. - Shit.

- You think there's something up there, Mike?

- No, there has to be

some kind of rational explanation, Don.

- Remember Crazy Larry?

Well, Larry Haskins may be not so crazy.

I remember he said something,

something about how he had escaped.

He killed the plane.

He switched everything off and it released the grip.

Maybe it's something electrical,

magnetically drawn to the plane.

- Jesus Christ on a passenger plane, that'd be suicide.

- Mike, that's the only choice we have.

There's no other option.

- Benny's on route, okay, Benny's there.

(thunder crashing)

- You ready for this call?

- Go for it, man.

- Cindy, do you read me?

Cindy, come in, over.

Cindy, do you read me?

- [Cindy] Hello?

Who is this?

- This is Benny.

Your father sent me.

We'll be with you shortly.

- [Cindy] You have to be careful.

You might get thrown into the storm.

- Oh, don't worry about us.

We've got Calamity Carl here to save the day

if anything goes south.

Just sit tight, we'll be with you shortly.

- [Cindy] Good luck.

(high-tension music)

- Oh shit.

- Never been trapped, no.

(rattling on hull)

- I think it's moving.

- He's hiding under the wing.

(thunder crashing)

- I've got a visual on the aircraft.

- Any signs of a creature?

- The only creature I can see up here

is you and your ugly pus.

Just kidding, you look cracking, bro.

- Dickhead.

- Okay, trying comms.

Cindy?

Cindy, it's Benny.

Cindy?

Do you read me?

- What do you want me to do?

- Go to the back door, strap yourself in.

Open the door and see if you can get

a visual line of communication to them.

(thunder crashing)

- I see something.

- What is it?

- A plane.

It's a plane.

- They're here.

- That's right but, how exactly are they gonna rescue us?

- I think we provoked him.

(high-tension music)

(thunder crashing)

Are you there?

I can't hear them.

I, I can't hear them.

You're gonna have to communicate with them at the back.

Go to the back door.

- [Benny] No sides of the creature.

There may be a problem with their oxygen supply.

- I'm ready, Benny.

What's the outside pressure?

- Reading says okay.

Altitude's a bit lower than normal.

It's odd.

- [Carl] I guess we'll find out.

- When you are ready, can I open the door?

- I guess, but we need to be careful.

Can you go and tell the others?

'Cause I need to hold this thing steady.

- Benny, you gotta get a bit closer.

- [Benny] Sure thing, Carl.

- And take it up a little.

Okay, opening the door in three, two, one.

(wind blowing)

- So, we've lost signal with the other plane,

and we need to communicate with them,

so we need to open the door.

- We can't open the door.

- But what else can we do?

- It's too dangerous to open the door.

We cannot open it.

If we open the door.

- I'll do it.

- We need to do this safely.

We're gonna do this together, okay?

Okay?

We've got this.

- Dad?

Can you hear me, Dad?

Dad, I can't hear you.

Dad, come in.

(wind blowing)

(muffled shouting)

(muffled shouting)

(Carl screaming)

(monster growling)

- How you doing back there, Carl?

Carl?

Cindy?

Cindy, do you read me?

- [Mike] Benny.

- Mike.

Boy am I glad to hear your voice.

- [Mike] What's happening?

- We're alongside the aircraft now.

Carl's at the back

trying to establish a visual line of communication.

- [Mike] Benny?

What do you need, Benny?

- Mike, Mike, I can see it.

I can see the creature.

(eerie music)

(creature banging)

- Mike, send the Air Force.

Send them now, right now!

(Benny grunting)

(explosion)

(Cindy screaming)

(tense music)

(thunder crashing)

(Yvonne crying)

- Cindy,

do something.

(high-tension music)

- [Mike] Cindy, listen to me.

You can do this.

Just keep the creature out, okay?

Don't let it get in.

(Adriana screaming)

(Becca screaming)

(Lola screaming)

- Dad, Dad it's in the plane.

What do we do?

(thunder crashing)

- Mike, tell her to cut the power off.

That's the only option.

At that altitude,

they can drop the plane below the cloud

and switch the power back on again.

- What's the window for getting the engines back on?

- 10 To 20 seconds.

- [Cindy] Dad, what can I do?

- Okay, Cindy, honey, listen to me, okay?

I need you to listen very carefully,

because we only have one shot at this.

- [Cindy] Anything.

We can't just wait to die.

(screaming)

(high-tension music)

- Come in, come in.

We're inbound.

Storm formation ahead.

T minus one minute.

- Okay, it's time to cut the power.

All right?

The fighter jets, they're seconds away.

- [Cindy] They won't get trapped inside.

- No, no, no.

Not with their power.

They just punch straight in and out.

- [Cindy] Yeah, no problem.

Just a damn Kraken in the sky.

- I love you.

- I love you Dad.

Girls, I'm getting ready to cut the power.

Hold on tight.

We're getting out of this goddamn storm.

(thunder crashing)

(muffled shouting)

(slugging)

(gun firing)

(gun cocking)

(gun firing)

- No!

Lola.

Lola!

(dire music)

(Becca crying)

(high-tension music)

(muffled shouting)

- I can't get it.

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

(gun firing)

- The plane's dropping.

(high-tension music)

(thunder rumbling)

Locking up, preparing to fire.

(explosion)

Direct hit.

Swinging back for another pass.

(powering up)

- Power.

Fine.

Please work.

(thunder crashing)

(pilot screaming)

(thunder crashing)

- Yes?

Dad, dad are you there?

Dad, we made it.

(cheering)

- Woo hoo.

- Oh.

(dramatic music)

(indistinct)

(tense music)

- Girls, we're safe.

I did it.

(solemn music)

(thunder crashing)

(tense music)

(explosion)

(no audio)

(dramatic orchestral music)