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(electronics beeping)

(heavy punching)

(tense music)

- Fuck.

You.

- You are a fool, Vadim.

- You're a true patriot.

Or perhaps just well trained.

Now I need one answer from you.

Who was the informant?

- I can't.

Tell you.

- You can't tell me because

you're afraid of the consequences.

- Yes.

- And you'll be more afraid

of the consequences in this room.

- It was.

Gusev.

The informant was Gusev.

- Gusev?

- Yes, I swear to you.

- Thank you.

Gusev.

Are you the informant?

You came to my daughter's birthday party.

- He lies.

I would never lie to you.

- Exactly.

It couldn't be you.

Let's try this again.

What would you say is your worst phobia?

- No.

No, please.

No, please!

(spiders skittering)

No. No.

No, please.

No.

(screams)

Get it off!

(music intensifies) (loud crunching)

(dramatic music)

- This is not what my experiments were meant for.

- That's how our organization operates, Mr. Sokolov.

Just be thankful we're choosing to use someone

from your country during these volatile times.

Warfare's changing, and soon your experiments

will be at the forefront of those changes.

Consider yourself lucky you're on the winning side.

Now.

It's to my understanding that a new batch

is ready to be transported.

- Ja.

- Good.

Our allies in the US will be very pleased.

To study them up close for their research.

You best start packing.

You fly tomorrow.

Don't fuck it up.

- You can't transport with something like that.

- I do not care!

- You don't understand the consequences.

- Shut up and move!

- You don't know.

- Move!

(suspense music)

- I can't wait for this!

I've needed this holiday.

- You guys are lucky I love you so much

or I wouldn't be coming on this trip.

No fucking way.

- Oh come on!

You're gonna love it!

- [Gracie] No.

- I don't even know if I can last the flight.

I just wish we could just skip to the getting there part.

- Oh that's funny coming from the girl who loves planes.

- I do not "love" planes, Gracie.

- Yes you do.

- My dad was the one who wanted me

to join the RAF like him, but.

- You chose your own path.

I know, I know.

Doesn't he track you? Like your phone?

It's weird.

- Yeah, he does.

I think he is just super overprotective after everything.

I think he wants to make up for not saving her.

I don't know.

- Well you're coping really well.

Seriously.

And I feel much safer knowing that you're

gonna be on the planet with me anyway, so.

- Well I'm trying.

- Well you're doing a good job, you bitch.

Okay, that's enough.

This getting awkward - Beth!

Beth!

- Give me a sec!

(toilet flushes)

I'm carrying like a hundred bags here.

- Beth, why are you carrying everything?

- Zack made me.

- Zack.

(Zack farts)

What the hell?

- I've got really bad stomach pains.

- Well your arms are fine.

You can still use them.

- Is this what labor feels like?

- [Corrine] Nope, it's definitely

from that curry you had last night.

- [Beth] That's what I told him.

- Now you're gonna have to get on

an eight hour flight with diarrhea.

You're a dickhead.

- All right, easy tiger.

Just gotta make it through takeoff.

Then landing, and I'll spend

the rest of the time by the toilets.

- Look, I've had it up to here already with this trip.

So get your shit together.

- Literally.

Beth.

- Yeah?

- Why are you wearing sequins?

- 'Cause I want to look good when I get there.

- You know we're going on hikes, right?

Like up mountains and stuff?

- I'm representing Beth's Boutiques, Corrine.

I'm on brand until that plane takes off.

- Okay, Beth.

- But there'll be cities too, right?

- Yeah.

Yes!

It's Colombia, there'll be something for everyone.

I've made sure.

- Thanks for booking, babes.

Sorry I'm so useless at this stuff.

- You're not useless.

- Are you sure there's gonna be enough

toilets for Zack to take a shit in?

(laughing)

- (mocks) Ha ha ha.

I always forget you're so funny

for someone who's dead inside.

(girls oohing)

- Right, does everyone have everything?

- Yes!

- Yeah? We're ready to go?

Because we're not coming back.

Okay?

- [Gracie] Yes.

- Let's go.

- Dodgy stomach, half baked.

I'm getting serious deja vu from Reading Festival.

- You better not shit on me again.

Gracie, swap seats with me.

- I thought we agreed to never talk about that again.

- You brought it up.

- [Gracie] Why aren't you wearing your contacts?

You're blind as a bat, you idiot.

- Oh I'm sorry, Gracie.

Maybe I was too busy pissing out

my asshole this morning to remember.

- You'll be fine until we hit turbulence.

(laughs)

Better hope a smooth flight then, Zacky boy.

- (groans) I bloody hope so.

- Welcome.

Welcome aboard.

- Welcome aboard, madam.

- That everyone?

- Yup.

- Okay.

- [Cargo Worker] You know how Asian moms are like,

they're just on and on, they're so nosy!

About the littlest detail!

Calling all the time, just stop!

Leave my life alone!

(tense music)

(spiders skittering)

- [Copilot] How we looking today?

- Should be pretty smooth sailing.

We might hit a few bumps shortly after takeoff,

but nothing too eventful.

- [Copilot] Standard journey then?

- Looks that.

(stomach gurgling)

- Might actually hold off on the coffee.

Don't want another Egypt disaster.

(chuckles)

- Yeah, three hours you left me last time.

- It was two.

- Three hours.

With a cargo full of stinking animals.

Never again.

- Why is it so empty?

- That's the cost of living crisis.

I mean, the reason we're going to Colombia is thanks

to Corrine's relatives, and them putting us up.

As for everybody else.

Must be seeing family I guess.

- Sorry, I just need to get through.

- How long after the plane takes off

do you think I can order alcohol?

- We'll be coming around with the drinks trolley

as soon as the seatbelt light goes off.

- Thank you, I was just asking for a grieving friend.

- Gracie!

- What?

Look, if that one's not getting shitfaced, this one is.

- I don't want to be partying the whole time.

I actually want to remember this one.

- We're gonna have a great time and make loads of memories.

I think.

- Yeah. Sure.

Just watch out for those creepy crawlies.

- Please don't.

(Gracie chuckles)

- No.

- Can you...

- You want this...

- Yeah.

- Let me put that up there for you.

- Booze already?

- God no.

I'm still feeling it from last night.

- Not you, you melon.

Passenger.

- Oh.

Bit later then?

- To be young again, eh?

- I don't feel young.

I feel like a middle age woman.

- Huh?

- Sorry.

Oh fuck.

- You all right?

- I feel like I'm gonna throw up.

- Oh God, let's (indistinct).

- I'll just get through it.

- Okay.

(spiders skittering)

- Another one?

- No, not another one.

The one.

- I think you said that two girls ago.

- No, this one.

Is just different.

She's special.

- I remember that feeling.

You know, I think it's time I spent more time

down here on the ground maybe than up there in the clouds.

- What, retirement?

- Maybe.

I just don't want to see my little girl

growing up through pictures is all.

- You know, I might actually miss you.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- Guess I might miss you too.

Just a little bit.

(plane chime)

- Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.

On behalf of your boarding crew we'd like

to welcome you on board this flight with us today.

Before we depart, if I may have your attention

while our cabin crew demonstrate

the safety features of this flight.

Thank you.

- [Julie] More coffee?

- Yes.

Thank you.

(Gracie chuckles)

- What?

I'm helping you face your fears.

- So kind. Now sit back.

- Boo.

What would be your biggest fear, Beth?

Running out of designer dresses?

- So funny.

What would be yours? Wearing one?

- Guys, we haven't even left yet.

- Sorry, babes.

Gracie, you know I love your Wednesday Addams look.

- What about you, Zack?

Zack.

Zack!

Zack, Zack, Zack Zack Zack Zack Zack Zack Zack Zack -

- What?

I'm trying to finish this sale.

- Why are you still working?

- I didn't have any holidays I had to take off.

So I only came up with a genius idea

to tell my boss I'm working from home.

- Why wouldn't you just call in sick?

- I can't keep doing that anymore, you know.

I'm not 20, Gracie.

(plane chime)

(stomach gurgles)

- Hey!

You're such a bitch.

(whispers) It's my bag.

- Cabin crew, prepare for takeoff.

Engage flaps.

Moving to takeoff mode.

Hang up landing gear.

- Wings up.

- Hull stabilized?

- Of course.

- And.

Engage.

(plane chime)

(suspense music)

- Approaching 37,000 feet.

And.

Leveling off.

(plane chime)

(Elsa clears throat)

- Look, just, before you start.

This rich guy won't leave me alone.

- Who, Jason?

- No.

William.

- William?

A keeper?

- No, definitely not.

He's all ego and his wallet definitely doesn't help.

- Well you know you're gonna have

to stick with one sooner or later.

- You know me.

I'll pick later. More fun.

- Well later will come sooner than you think.

That's what Brandon always says.

- (mocks) Ooh, Brandon.

Hubby still packing?

Hmm? Hmm?

- Obviously.

- Yeah, I knew it.

Dirty stop out!

(suspense music)

(engines whirring)

(plane chime)

- Ladies and gentlemen, we are currently

experiencing some mild turbulence.

We should be through it very shortly.

(passengers shrieking)

(Gracie chuckles)

(Zack vomits)

(plane chime)

(passenger vomits)

(spiders skittering)

(loud smacking and slurping)

- Do you mind?

Can you eat any less like a pig?

I can't take this anymore.

Steward!

- Yeah?

- I refuse to sit here with this swarm upon life.

I wish to be moved up to first class.

- I'm sorry, sir.

I can't do that.

(Edwin tisks)

- Don't give me that.

I've requested it.

And that is the service you shall provide.

That's what you do!

- Yeah, I'm afraid -

- You are staff!

- That's not something we offer, okay?

- I don't belong in these squalid conditions.

Now find me a seat in first class this instant.

I'm not going to ask it a third time.

- Sir, please sit down.

I'm not gonna let you into first class

without a first class ticket.

- Now.

You listen to me.

I have friends in very high places.

Do you have any idea how difficult I can make things

for you and the entire airline if I please?

I don't think you want to risk that.

Do you?

Just what I thought

Problem?

My luggage is up here.

- I'll see what I can do.

(whispers) Twat.

(plane chimes)

- Yeah, I mean Kieran was gonna do that, but.

Fine, whatever then.

(loud creak)

(tense music)

The hell was that?

- [Kieran] I hope this is to your satisfaction, sir.

(passenger snoring)

(plane chimes)

(suspense music)

(plane dashboard beeping)

(engines whirring)

(spiders skittering)

(Julie screams)

- Well that was a little rougher than expected.

- Yeah, is everything intact?

- Appears to be.

(plane dashboard beeping)

Hold on.

- [Steven] What?

- There seems to be a bit

of a temperature fault in the hold.

This has gone up quite a bit.

I think I'm gonna need to check this out.

- No, I'll go.

You went last time.

- All right, well take the torch.

I know you don't do so well in the dark.

- That's because it's pitch black, you dickhead.

- Hey!

Don't forget who's in charge here.

- Sorry.

Just don't crash the plane while I'm gone.

- Yeah.

I will do my best.

(plane chime)

- Excuse.

Everything is okay in hold?

- There is nothing to worry about, sir.

There was just a little bit of turbulence.

- No no, you don't understand

They are very fragile.

It could be catastrophic.

- There is absolutely nothing to worry about, sir.

Everything the hold is safe and secure, okay?

- You don't know.

I have to check!

- Please remain in your seat.

- You don't understand.

- Take a seat, sir.

- It is biological phenomenon.

- I am sure it is, sir.

But try to remain calm.

I can guarantee its safety.

Now please take a seat.

Everything is going to be fine.

(speaking Russian)

- Said nothing.

(Zack's stomach gurgles)

- I think it's coming.

- Are you crowning, Zacky?

I think it's toilet time.

(Zack farts)

- There goes Zack.

Hey, it's kinda nice out there now.

- Yeah.

(tense music)

(spiders skittering)

(guitar riffs)

- Fuck.

(stomach gurgling)

(distorted music)

- Wanker.

I'm a grown man. I'm not fucking scared.

What was that?

(spiders skittering)

Fucking hate spiders.

(Zack groans)

- Aw fuck!

Son of a bitch!

Why is it always me?

- It's fucking everywhere.

What the fuck is going on?

(spiders skittering)

Julie?

(erratic violin music)

(spiders hissing)

(Steven screams)

- What the hell was that?

- Zack?

- Didn't that man say something about the hold?

- Yes, but look, it's fine.

Everything's secure.

- Yeah, I know, but I definitely

heard something move down there.

- Just probably Julie.

- Yeah. Julie.

(Zack groans)

- Fuck!

(tense music)

(passenger snoring)

- That was so good, right?

- Uh. Yeah.

- Whoa whoa, wait.

You know, give me your number.

We could do this again sometime.

- Um.

No.

No.

- Fuck, that was hot.

(urinating)

(tense music)

(spider skittering)

(screams)

(Zack groans)

(tense music)

(spider bites)

- Honey, you okay?

Peter what's the matter?

My God!

Steward!

Steward help!

Please do something!

- Sir?

Tell me medicine he's taking, madam.

- No, nothing!

- We need to get him up to med care, Eric.

Right, come with us.

Everybody stay calm.

Come through, sir.

Kieran!

- Yeah?

- [Elsa] Get the gentleman some water please.

Just get him up, please.

Get him to med care immediately.

Everyone else stay calm please.

- I'm too hungover for this shit.

(plane dashboard beeping)

- Jesus Christ, Steven.

Where the hell are you?

These readings can't be right.

- Look at the fucking state of me.

I look like fucking Nick Fury.

What the fuck's going on in this plane?

(tense music)

(Zack screaming)

- Yeah, that's deffo Zack.

- Wow.

- He's so overdramatic.

- Hey!

Something serious is going on

and we have a right to know what.

Hey!

What the hell is going on?

- Sir, we really need you to stay sitting in your seat.

- No, this is not on!

We deserve an explanation to what is happening here!

- You want to know what's going on?

Then sit in your seat and shut up!

You're gonna find out soon enough.

- What are we supposed to do in the meantime?

Wait until somebody else gets hurt?

- Sir, if you stay sitting in your seats,

nobody else is getting hurt.

- Steven?

(tense music)

Steven, are you in here?

Steven, if you are messing about again,

I will kick your fucking (indistinct)...

Jesus fucking Christ!

(music intensifies)

Get off me!

No! Get back!

(spiders skittering and hissing)

- Fuck!

- Zack!

- Zack, what is happening to your asshole?

- Would you like someone in there with you?

Beth?

- No!

- Why? You were in there in Reading.

- Exactly.

It's not my turn.

Corrine?

- Zack, you need to unlock the door.

- [Zack] I'm trying for fuck's sake!

- Shit, it's not budging.

- I think his shit is still budging.

(Zack screams)

- Get out.

Get out!

Run!

(passengers screaming) (spiders hissing)

- I think he's genuinely getting worse.

- Did that idiot actually lock himself inside?

- I'll go get a key.

We're gonna get you out, Zack.

No we're not!

(chuckles)

- Hello!

Excuse me!

We need help.

My friend's trapped in the toilet and he's hurt.

- Two minutes, lady.

Two minutes.

- Bet Coco Chanel didn't have to put up with this crap.

- Okay, so my friend's trapped in the toilet.

He's really unwell.

We're trying to get him out and...

Oh my God.

- Oh my God, Paul!

What the hell happened?

- Spiders in the hold.

Steven's dead.

Spiders.

They got out.

- Paul.

- Run.

- [Elsa] No, no, Paul!

- Spiders?

Fucking spiders?

- Wait, so who's flying the...

- Oh my God.

There's spiders on the plane!

(suspense music)

(passengers screaming)

(passenger choking)

- For God's sake, come on!

(grunts)

Oh God.

(Beth shrieks)

- What the fuck is happening?

- Giant fucking spiders!

(Elsa screams)

- Are you all right?

Oh fuck, we need to block it up!

- Cases.

(passengers screaming)

Stack them!

- Ew!

- Fuck!

- Come on, one more!

That's not gonna hold for long.

You guys okay?

- Physically, yeah.

Mentally, no.

- There are dog-sized spiders killing people.

On a plane two meters away from us.

- My therapist isn't gonna believe this.

- What are we gonna do?

(spider hissing) (loud squishing)

- They really don't cover man-eating spiders in training.

(spider hissing)

(loud squish)

Remind me to get a new job.

(sobs)

- Girls!

Girls, it's all right!

- Any chance of that drink yet?

How's it hanging in there, Zacky?

- [Zack] I've seen better days.

How are you?

- Yeah, fine.

This door's still not budging.

- [Zack] Shit, man.

I just don't know what to do.

Are those eight-legged freaks still out there?

- Yeah. Loads.

We're safe for now.

(classical music)

(muffled screaming)

(large spider hisses)

- Where the fuck did they come from?

- I heard the pilot say they were in the hold.

This is the only safe place now.

- Surely you're not allowed to transport

things like that on a commercial flight.

- Oh definitely not.

You can't even take a big boy bottle of water, can you?

- I don't know if you saw those things,

but they weren't exactly normal size spiders.

There's something wrong with them.

- [Pavel] Not wrong!

(dramatic sting)

- Where the fuck did you come from?

- I'm hiding back here.

I know I stand no chance if they attack.

The strength of venom is more deadly

than any creature on Earth.

- "Biological phenomenon."

It was him!

He said something about the hold earlier.

- Ja.

I brought them on board.

I am responsible.

- You son of a -

- Gracie!

Are you some kind of terrorist?

- Nyet. I promise.

They make me take them to America.

Take to leading scientific experts.

To study.

This is incredible breakthrough.

We can alter the genetics of species

in ways we never thought possible.

This is quite impressive.

- What, so rich pricks can get richer then, yeah?

- You think this is some kind of scientific breakthrough?

Look at what these things have done.

All these dead people.

They're on you.

- Did not want this.

I do not want to hurt people.

I want to help them.

- Well you're not doing a very good job are you, sunshine?

- You can say that again.

- I don't like your stompy stomp (foreign word).

- What, prince?

- I think you need to be quiet.

You Russian...

Prick!

Now this is the only safe space for us.

- We can't just stay in here forever.

- She's right.

We need to land.

- The pilot's dead.

- As is the co-pilot.

- What?

So who's flying the plane?

- It must be on autopilot.

- Yeah, the fuel doesn't last forever.

We're gonna have to find someone to land this plane.

- So basically we're fucked.

(door handle jiggling)

- Toilet's free if anyone needs it.

- Holy shit, what happened to your eye?

- Don't ask.

(dramatic music)

(spiders hissing)

The little bastard must have crawled into my contact lens.

Because I didn't see it until I put it in

and it was literally right there staring at me.

- And it bit you.

- Well yeah.

- Jesus.

- Thank him for that.

Only reason they're on this plane.

- Who the fuck is that guy?

- Some crazy Russian scientist who's gone and doomed us all.

- Oh, well that says it all.

Thanks a lot, mate.

- I'm not crazy!

- What are we gonna do then, huh?

- Well we don't have any other choice.

We've gotta find somebody who can land this plane.

- No.

No, I can't.

- Of course you can.

You've flown planes before.

- Wait, you've flown planes before?

You kept that quiet didn't you?

- My dad taught me to fly when I was younger,

but that was a long time ago.

I don't know if I could fly something this size.

Let alone land it.

- Well either way, you're more experienced

than the rest of us, so I'm all for it, yeah?

- [Elsa] Yeah, he's right.

- Thanks.

- You've got more experience than anyone here,

so at this stage that counts.

Right now it's better than nothing.

- [Kieran] Yeah.

- [Elsa] We are running out of time, guys.

- You don't have to do this.

We can find another way.

- Okay.

What?

(distorted music)

(spiders hissing)

(Edwin whimpers)

(tense guitar music)

- Pst!

Pst!

(whispers) Hey! Hey!

Pst!

Listen, run!

- (whispers) No.

- [Edwin] Shut up and run.

- You go first.

- It's closer to me.

You go first.

- I won't do it.

- I'll cover you.

- Man, trust me.

- I'll go after you.

You go first.

- Trust me, man.

- [Edwin] Shut up and run.

- Go.

- [Edwin] What are you doing?

- Piece of shit.

I know what I'm doing, mate.

(spider skittering)

(spider hissing)

(spiders hissing)

(suspense music)

(muffled screaming)

- We can do this together.

- You're not alone.

- I can't lose you guys too.

- You've always had our back.

Now let us have yours.

- Okay.

We need to get to the cockpit.

- Okay, so the only way is through there, through the cabin,

and up to the cockpit door at the front, yeah?

- Yeah, the stairs that go up to the cockpit

is right next to the hatch that leads down

to the hold where the spiders came from.

- So unless everyone in there

has managed to kill all the spiders,

I'm guessing it's a whole lot worse

in there than it is in here.

- How do we know that until we go through and look?

- All right, I'll look.

(spiders hissing)

It's bad.

- Great.

(dramatic music)

- I guess we have no other choice.

It's time to kill some spiders.

(uplifting music)

(tense music)

(spider hissing)

(passenger screaming)

(suspense music)

- I'll have that.

- Deodorant and a tennis racket?

- I mean I don't exactly carry weapons around with me.

It's gonna have to do.

For you.

- Always hated PE.

- [Corrine] For you.

- Haven't you got anything sharper?

- I'm out for fucking revenge, man.

I'm aiming straight for their beady little eyes.

- I'm sorry, I haven't got anything to give you guys.

- Got these.

- If not, there's always stomping on the fuckers.

As long as they're dead, I don't really care.

- Hello!

What about me?

What did I do?

- Well maybe next time you bring giant killer spiders

on a plane, you should have a backup plan.

You know, just on the off chance

that all hell breaks loose!

- I had no choice.

- You always have a choice.

- Okay.

Plan.

We take down the barricade as quickly as we can.

I'll run straight through to the cockpit

taking out any eight-legged fucks along the way.

You guys cover me until I get to the cockpit door.

Okay?

- Then once we've cleared the area,

Kieran and I, we're gonna look for survivors.

- We will?

- Actually, I'm gonna stay back here with that Russian fuck.

Yes you!

Well in case they come from behind.

- I'll save you a drink at the bar, yeah?

- I have nothing to defend myself with.

- Good.

'Cause I wouldn't even trust you with a wooden spoon

let alone a deadly weapon like this.

- Just use anything, you idiot.

- Idiot?

- Okay. Let's do this.

They're more afraid of you than you are of them.

(exhales)

(rock music)

(spiders hissing) (loud squishing)

- Is that it?

- Yeah.

I think that's all of them.

- Guys! It's clear!

You can come out now.

- We're coming!

Come on.

Come on!

- Nyet.

I only look out for myself.

- What?

- I don't trust any of you after the way you treat me.

I know you would not help if I needed it.

That is my choice.

(shrieks) I choose to stay!

- All right.

Stay here and fuck off with those Russian balls.

- You slug.

You grabbed my balls.

- Where's Sputnik?

- He's nursing an injury.

(dramatic music)

(labored breathing)

- You're alive.

- I have to land the plane.

- Shit.

I can't stop the bleeding.

- I'm the only one left.

Steven, he...

- No no no no no no no no, you can't die!

You need to help me land the plane.

- I can't.

Move.

Use the radio.

I'll talk you down.

- I can't do it. I can't do it.

Come on, let me help you up.

Come on.

- The door.

The code.

The code.

Three.

Nine.

- Three, nine.

- Seven.

Three nine seven what?

No!

No no no no no no no no no!

No no no no!

Three nine seven what?

Please, please!

I can't be alone.

Please please please.

(tense music)

(large spider hissing)

- Guys.

Hide.

- What the fuck is in there?

- I don't want to die.

I don't want to die.

- You're not gonna die, okay?

You're not gonna die.

- I wanted kids.

- Look. Look at me!

Okay?

One day you are gonna be a great mom, okay?

- Okay.

- We're gonna get through this, yeah?

We're gonna.

(dramatic sting)

(suspense music)

- Fuck you!

Fucker!

(large spider hisses)

- (whispers) Guys, what are we gonna do?

Beth!

- [Beth] Sorry.

- You're gonna shoot it?

- There's only one bullet.

I don't think it's gonna be enough to kill that thing.

What?

I go to shooting ranges all the time.

- Fair enough.

So what do we do?

- You don't think she's really gonna shoot that thing.

- She goes to shooting ranges all the time.

- That doesn't mean she's good at it.

- She's never let us down when we've needed her.

- Guys, shut up!

Let me think.

- Fuck!

(music intensifies)

Three nine seven one.

Three nine seven two.

Three nine seven three.

Three nine seven four.

Fuck, fuck fuck fuck!

Three nine seven eight.

Oh fuck!

Three nine seven nine.

Yes!

Fuck!

(spider banging)

(plane dashboard beeping)

- Mayday!

Mayday mayday!

The pilots are dead!

Please please, someone help!

I need help landing the plane!

(dramatic music)

No.

Fuck.

(phone ringing)

Come on, come on.

Come on.

- Okay.

Here's what we're gonna do.

You guys sneak to the front of the plane,

find yourself a chair, and strap yourself in.

I'll distract the big fucker.

- No!

- What I'll do is I'll wait for it to be in place

and I'll shoot out one of the windows,

which will suck it out, which will

give us time to get to the cockpit.

- But won't you get blown out too?

- I'll strap myself in as well.

Come on, guys.

I know I can be useless sometimes, but we need

to help Corrine, and this is all we've got.

- Beth, you're not useless.

- But this is insane.

- I've got this.

- All right, fine.

- Just come back, okay?

- I will.

Remember, hold on for dear life, okay?

I love you guys.

- You've got this.

- Let's do this.

Hey you noonie bitch!

I'm over here! Come and get me!

Woo! Over here!

Come get me!

(suspense music)

- Spin this, motherfucker!

(plane rumbling)

- Come on, dad.

(phone buzzes)

- Corrine?

- Dad?

Are you there?

- Corrine, is that you, Corrine?

- Dad, can you hear me?

- Yes, I can hear you, darling.

Jesus Christ, where are you calling from?

- I'm calling from the plane.

- From the...

What, you sure this isn't a bloody Reading thing?

- No Dad.

I know this is gonna sound crazy.

But there are giant killer spiders on board.

They've killed nearly every person here.

Including the pilots.

It's just me and my friends.

I don't know what to do.

I need your help.

(dramatic music)

Dad? Dad?

- I'm here.

Right, this is what we're gonna do.

You're gonna reprogram the FMS, okay?

- Okay.

Okay.

- Okay, so what I want you to do, start pulling back

on the throttle really slowly, right?

I'll contact Air Traffic Control

and tell them that you're coming, okay?

- Okay.

- You're doing really well, darling.

All right, just keep your composure.

(loud rumbling)

- Shit!

Dad, I can't do this!

- Yes you can.

- [Corrine] I'm losing control.

I'm sorry.

- No!

No no, I can't lose you as well.

- I'm sorry.

I miss her so much.

- I know, me too.

- Then where were you?

- I don't know.

But I'm here.

Okay?

And I know that doesn't make up for it.

But I love you so much.

Your mom and I both do.

And not saving her will be

the biggest regret of my life, but.

I'm here now.

And you will land this plane.

(dramatic music)

- Corrine.

- [Dad] Corrine.

Corrine?

- I'm here.

I'm okay.

- So once you get below 10,000 feet,

it's just like riding a bike.

- A giant spider-infested bike.

- So I want you to deactivate the autopilot.

And then you've just got to nail the landing.

- Just nail it, yeah?

- You've got it.

Okay.

Corrine?

- Dad?

- Corrine?

- (breaking up) Dad?

Dad!

- Corrine!

(call disconnects)

Fuck.

(dramatic music)

(speaking Russian)

(baby spider chirping)

- [Beth] Corrine! Let us in!

(plane door unlocks)

- [Gracie] Oh fuck!

- Guys!

I haven't been so happy to see you in my life.

- You should have seen Beth.

She turned into a fucking Special Ops agent.

- Well you know, when the pressure's on

someone's gotta take control.

- I always knew you were a dark horse.

- I know I'm half blind right now,

but are you really flying this plane?

- Yeah. Sort of.

I was just on the phone to my dad, but the signal cut.

And the radios are busted, so.

- Are we gonna make it?

- Yeah.

My dad's got us heading back towards the airport,

so as soon as we're below 10,000 feet.

Yeah, we're gonna make it.

- You know what?

This whole thing has gotten me thinking.

If we make it out of this, I'm gonna change my life around.

No more distractions.

I'm gonna focus on me now.

- That's really nice, Gracie.

- [Gracie] Yeah.

- Well I guess you've just gotta be attacked by hundreds

of giant killer spiders to put things in perspective eh?

(laughing)

- Guys, look.

We're gonna make it.

- Oh thank God 'cause I was starting to get really...

- [Beth] Oh my God, Gracie!

- Look how much you're bleeding.

I saw a first aid kit downstairs.

I'm gonna go get it.

- Zack, do not!

- No way!

- Listen, she's not fine!

- I'm fine.

- We killed them things.

Corrine, concentrate on landing the plane.

Beth, look after Gracie.

- No, Zack! - Don't!

- Zack!

No, Zack!

- Dumbass.

- Fucking dickhead.

- Fuck.

Fuck.

(plane rumbling) (dramatic music)

- Oh shit.

Fuck.

(large spider hissing)

(tense guitar riff)

- Gracie.

Gracie, look.

We're nearly there, okay?

- Wouldn't it be easier if we just jump out of the plane?

I'm sure there's parachutes somewhere.

- That's your concussion talking.

We're not jumping out of a fucking plane.

- You want to suck the fun out of everything.

- Yeah, well you weren't complaining earlier.

(laughing)

- You know what?

I never got that drinks menu.

- We are gonna get so many cocktails.

Just stay awake, okay?

- Okay.

Oh, by the way, I slept with someone in the toilet.

- You did what?

(laughing)

- Was he cute?

- Yeah, but he's probably dead now.

- Oh.

- Yeah.

At least I don't have to call him.

- Easier than ghosting.

- That is awful.

(plane dashboard beeping)

- Oh shit.

Shit.

- What's going on?

- [Gracie] Zack?

- Gracie!

What are you doing?

- Gracie!

- [Beth] Gracie!

Gracie!

- [Gracie] Zack!

- [Beth] Gracie, wait!

- Zack?

(suspense music)

Oh fuck.

- What do we do, what do we do?

Zack!

You all right?

- I guess Zack got lucky.

- The fuck?

(dramatic sting)

(girls screaming)

- Run run!

Zack!

Zack, wake up!

Hey.

Oh fuck!

Oh fuck! Oh fuck!

Gracie no!

No!

Gracie! Gracie!

Gracie!

Gracie hold on!

Gracie!

Gracie hold on, don't let go!

Hold on, please!

Just let me grab you!

No! No!

- I love you guys.

- Gracie! No!

No!

No!

(screams and sobs) (dramatic music)

- Where the hell have you been?

Beth.

Beth?

Beth, where are Zach and Gracie?

Beth?

Beth.

Beth, where are they?

(tense music)

- Fuck!

- Oh fuck off!

Fuck's sake!

- Beth.

Beth.

I'm gonna need you to buckle your seatbelt now, okay?

Beth?

Buckle your seatbelt.

Buckle up, fucker!

(Corrine and Beth scream)

- Holy fuck, you did it!

Okay great, so I'm gonna put you down for 500 orders

of the baby blue tartan skirt and the pink sweater vest.

(to Corrine) Hi.

So the bag is actually a Marc Jacobs, but I could call Marc

and see how quickly he can get some over to you.

Okay great.

Okay bye.

- It's been one month since the eight-legged flight disaster

where four 20-year-olds landed a spider-infested

commercial flight which tragically only had three survivors.

The three survivors wish to remain anonymous,

but feel that their friend Gracie Thompson

should be known as a hero, as without her

they would all have lost their lives.

There are still more questions than answers.

How did the victims survive this horrific incident?

Where did the spiders come from?

And are there still more out there?

Back to you, Tom.

- I can't believe it's been a month already.

I can't stop thinking about her.

- Yeah.

Me too.

I'm gonna take her bag over to her folks' place

later if you want to come.

- Yeah, I'll come.

- That'd be nice.

- Ew!

Zack, stop creeping around!

It's grossing me out!

You said if he kept doing it we could take him to a lab.

I'm a serious fashion blogger now, Corrine.

I can't be living like this.

- It's like having our own little pet.

- No, a pet is a bunny rabbit or a puppy dog.

This is like living with a fucking Halloween decoration.

- I swear this is the best thing that's happened to me.

(suspense music)

(spider hissing)

(rock music)