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(metal clicks) (fire roaring)

(water splattering)

(dramatic music)

- [Speaker] No, no, no. (dramatic music)

(eerie music)

- Wait.

(spaceship roaring)

(ponytail speaker screaming)

(ponytail speaker grasping)

(spaceship roaring) - James.

(dramatic music)

(spaceship roaring)

(dramatic music)

(somber music)

- You know, Maya.

The bride-to-be is actually supposed to be in the thick

of things, not skulking off alone.

- That's where you're wrong.

The bride-to-be gets to do whatever the hell she wants.

Especially when she's paid for all this.

- True.

Prince charming still not contributed then?

- Beth.

- All right, I'm sorry.

You nervous? - Huh?

Yeah. I mean that's normal though, right?

- Depends.

Nervous because you'll be standing in front of a group

of people judging your dress, snickering to each other

about how you've got the cheek to wear white.

Or nervous because you think you might be making a mistake.

- How many times?

- Maya. I just- - You just nothing.

Do we have to do this every time?

Even on my wedding day, I love him and he loves me.

And that's all there is to it.

And as my best friend and maid of honor,

I might add, you don't have to like him.

At least respect my choices.

- You're right.

I'm sorry. - I don't judge you

every weekend when you hook up with the wronging

after wronging. - That's true.

You always let me sink in the well of my bad choices.

Of which there are many.

Saying that I better go and see if my wronging

for this weekend has arrived. - What's this one's name?

- Do you know what? I actually can't remember.

(friends laugh) (calm music)

I am happy for you. If you are happy, then so am I.

- Thanks.

I could be pregnant before the year is out.

- Oh, I mean.

Ever since I've met you, that's all you've talked about.

Being pregnant, having kids, and that's when we were 13.

- [Maya] Yeah. That's all I've ever wanted.

I can't wait to be a mom.

- But you've got a killer body. You're in a great job.

Are you that desperate for no money and saggy boobs?

- There's no better job than being a mom.

- Mm. There's better paid ones.

Anyway. I'll have your kids, won't I?

They're the best kind, ones you can give back.

I could be the cool Aunt Beth. Teach them to smoke.

Take them drinking, introduce them to boys or girls.

And you could be the miserable mommy, Maya.

- You know what? Go find your boy toy

and leave me the hell alone.

And don't drink too much.

Last thing I need is for you to look like shit

in my wedding photos, and no love bites either.

Bye. (somber music)

(eerie music)

- Maya. You coming back in or what?

- Yeah, just a minute.

- It's her wedding and she's out there talking

to grass. She's even got a drink.

- Dude. I'm sure I've seen her with a drink.

- Water. Hardly a fucking drink, is it?

Oh, I never understand her, but luckily she's hot. So.

(friends chuckle) - What's so funny?

- Nothing really.

Me and the boys were just talking about that trip to Beneden

we took a few years back, (indistinct).

Right, lads?

- Right. - Maya.

- Don't drink too much.

- Not even married yet and she's cracked down the whip.

- Oh, as long as it's a pussy hoop she's cracking.

I don't mind.

Anyway, Beneden.

What a fucking holiday that was, hey.

Talk about lock up Senoritas.

- Steady on, Jack. We've got Rachel over there.

- Pack it in, Craig guitar.

She ain't gonna hear from over there, is she?

Anyway, it's not you who should be worried.

It's my wedding.

Last thing I need is Maya hearing about Beneden.

What happens to Beneden stays in Beneden.

- Exactly. It's not like you've got much anyway.

(indistinct)

And I'm sure we were coming home a few times, didn't we?

(friends laugh)

- [Friend] I know, right? So ridiculous.

Like what the hell?

Honestly, it's just so ridiculous.

I'm just like, honestly.

- What are you girls talking about?

- Nothing. Just chitchatting.

- Well make something interesting up and do it quickly.

I'm getting really fed up of having to talk to people

that were basically only invited,

because it would be an offense not to.

- [Beth] Oh well.

- Well in that case we were talking about

how beautiful this place is.

- Mm. Beautiful.

If I was ever to get married, which I won't.

Then this would be the kind of place I would wanna get

married at.

- No, but in all seriousness, M.

This place is bloody gorgeous.

I don't even wanna ask how much you and Jack paid for this.

Bt it's definitely worth every penny.

- Becky. Becky. Is everything okay?

- Yeah. All good. Just gonna go to the loo.

- What is going on with her? - I don't know.

She's been like this all day.

She barely said a word the entire car ride down here.

- Couldn't get away quick enough. Could she?

Probably going to clog the fucking toilet now.

(friends chuckle)

- You know, I knew you'd bring the elegance

that this place is obviously so lacking.

- I bring the standing of any place. You know that.

In all seriousness though, it really is beautiful.

No wonder the waiting list was so long.

- Yeah, babes, you're lucky you got a cancellation.

Your wedding photos are gonna look gorgeous

outside of this mansion. - Oh, thanks girls.

But you know it's the Christmas aspect that excites me.

All the trees out. (eerie music)

Yeah, it's fine. It's nothing.

- It doesn't look like nothing.

Fuck! What did you do? - It's fine.

I burnt it yesterday when I was cooking.

- I don't remember seeing it there earlier.

- Do you go around examining people's fingers?

- Oh, sorry.

It just looks really bad, that's all.

I was getting worried about you.

- I'm sorry.

It's just the wedding's got me feeling really

overwhelmed and stressed.

It's fine. But thank you for your concerned, doctor.

- All part of the service.

- Ladies and gentlemen.

Would you like to come this way?

- Well come on everyone.

We paid enough money for this place.

Might as well make the most out of it.

- We better get going.

(somber music)

- Another wedding going on next door.

- [Devon] Aw. - Blows my mind.

Don't these idiots do any research first?

I mean, why in the hell would you wanna get married here?

Madness.

- Why? You are actually taking it all in. Right?

Everything out there.

You are actually seeing things when you sit

and look out that window.

They get married here, Victor.

Because it's beautiful out there.

- Beautiful.

And that's good enough reason to put your life at risk?

Is it, Devon?

- Vic, No one's life is at risk.

You need to calm down.

And may I add something?

If they are idiots for getting married here.

They are putting their lives at risk by spending one day

or two in the beautiful English countryside.

What about us? We fucking live here?

If they are idiots, what does that make us?

- Whistleblowers. - Whistleblowers?

And what exactly are we blowing the whistle on?

- You know exactly what we're blowing the whistle

on.

We're the UK's Bob Lazar.

- Oh, Bob. - Lazar.

Bob Lazar, area 51 went on record and then the government

tried to make it look like he was some lunatic.

Bob Lazar. Come on.

Well, I just hope the wedding makes it through unscathed.

- Oh well.

Unlike the other 200 weddings where fuck all have happened.

- [Maya] They're like kids.

- [Beth] The whole male species is.

- You know, the annoying thing is they're only like this

when they're all together.

- Exactly. Thank you.

- You know how they say when women spend a lot

of time together, their cycles sink up.

I reckon when men spend so much time together,

their dicks line up.

Right? - What's so funny.

- Oh, nothing. We're just talking about how men are idiots.

Really. (phone rings)

(dramatic music) - Hello?

Well that's good for you, mate.

I'm glad you've finished work.

But tell me one thing.

Who the fuck are you and why you're ringing me?

Brendan, my wronging for this weekend.

His name is Brendan.

No, of course honey.

It was you, sexy.

I was just teasing you.

So what time will you be here?

- I tell you, he does look like his dad, though.

- He does.

- Hmm. Okay, well try not to be too late.

All right, I'll see you soon.

- So not only do you not remember his name.

You didn't even save his number?

- Didn't see the point.

Probably won't be around after this weekend.

- What? Are you burying him in the woods?

- That'll be one way of getting rid of him.

But no, you know me.

Just get one use out of them and then drop them.

- I can't believe he didn't remember his name.

- I remember his car.

But that's 'cause that's where we-

- We don't need to hear all the details

of your sex-ploits again.

- Well, he's just finished work.

He'll be packing up some bits and he'll be here soon.

- Mm. Good. Then you won't have to go trawling

through my wedding guest to find a sex doll for the night.

- It was a real possibility.

- I'll tell you. He does look like his dad, though.

- He does.

- He's back. (friends laugh)

- Thanks babe.

- Look at him go.

- If you'd like to go to your rooms.

On the sideboard there's a list of names

with your room numbers on it.

Ms. Jones and Mr. Forecome have the honeymoon suite.

- Yeah, we do. Boom.

- Your luggage has been placed in your rooms.

Have a pleasant stay.

And rest assured everything is in order for tomorrow

evening's service.

- Right then.

Cheer youth. Good man.

- You're welcome, sir.

Just as funny, the second time.

(funky music)

(spaceship buzzing)

(eerie music)

- I am shattered.

I could be dead to the world before I can count to 10.

I don't even wanna take off my makeup tonight.

- Not too tired I hope.

I've still got lots of energy left.

- We can save that for tomorrow. Our wedding night.

- You do realize we have had sex before?

This whole wait until you marry thing

was long out the window.

- I know, but it just feels right to, you know.

Wait.

- Does it? - One night won't kill you.

- Yeah. It hasn't been one night. It's been about four.

- Oh, you keeping count? - Of course not.

I'm just teasing.

- You know.

Maybe from tomorrow I could come off the pill.

- Let's keep it a while. Discuss it a bit more.

It's a big decision.

- A decision we've had countless conversations about.

- Yeah, but they're all hypothetical.

Weren't they? - Hypothetical.

They've always been serious conversations to me.

- Okay, well.

How about after the ceremony tomorrow,

we can go off on our honeymoon.

We can have a real serious conversation.

- I just told you, Jack. It's always been serious to me.

- I know. Me too. - Clearly.

- Okay, baby. You know I want kids.

And you know I want kids with you.

But can we just get rid of one big milestone

before we start discussing another one?

Look, I'm not writing it off.

I'm just saying it's our wedding.

It's a big deal.

Let's just savor it.

- I'm sorry. You're right.

It just excites me. You know?

The idea of us starting our own little family.

- And it excites me too. It really does.

Now you get your beauty sleep, not that you need it.

- Ah, that's a cheesy line.

- I'm as smooth as they come, you know?

- Come on, show me.

You don't look that smooth to me.

- I'm gonna call my mom. Okay?

- This late? - Yeah.

I just need to talk to her.

- Are you excited for tomorrow?

- I'm marrying the love of my life.

Of course. I'm excited.

- I miss you. (somber music)

(eerie music)

(shoes thudding) (eerie music)

(shoes thudding) (eerie music)

(stairs crackling) (eerie music)

(stairs crackling) (eerie music)

(stairs crackling) (eerie music)

- Hello? (eerie music)

(eerie music)

(eerie music)

(eerie music)

(shoes thudding)

(door creaks)

- I didn't think you'd come. - I wasn't going to.

- But then again, I never did have an issue making you come.

- What was that?

- It's nothing.

Nothing, come here.

I love you. - Becky.

Becky, just wait a minute.

- Don't get married.

Please. - Becky, come on.

You know this. - You don't love her.

- I do love her.

If you did, you wouldn't have been fucking me

for three months.

- You knew it was a bit of fun. That's it.

You knew full well as soon as I got married,

this would have to stop. - You're not married now.

God, there's still time. We can go right now.

- Are you insane? I'm not running off with you.

I love Maya.

I'm getting married tomorrow because I want to,

not because I have to.

- Look, I get that you're worried to call it off so close.

But Jack, we deserve to be happy too.

- Are you high? I am happy.

I want to get married.

Becky.

We spoke about this.

We both knew it was nothing but sex.

- What if I want more?

- You can't fucking have anymore.

You can't just wake up one day and decide shit like that.

We had an understanding. Remember?

- Things change. I love you.

- You need to calm yourself down.

Don't turn into a fucking bunny boiler.

- What if I tell her then?

Could I tell her everything?

You won't be getting married then.

- Well, that'd be a very stupid fucking idea. Wouldn't it?

- Would it? The wedding would be called off.

And you wouldn't have to worry about upsetting anyone.

- I might as well be talking to this fucking tree

at this point.

I'm not worried about upsetting anyone, least

of all you.

Now listen carefully. I want to get married.

- But if I told her you wouldn't have

to marry someone you don't love.

We could finally be- - I don't want to be with you.

Can't you fucking understand that? I love Maya.

You? You're just a bit of fun.

Nothing more.

If you wanna tell her, fucking tell her.

She'll forgive me eventually.

But the rest of her friends, they'll ever forgive you.

You'll be alone, all by herself.

- Fuck you.

Fuck you, Jack.

You prick.

- [Jack] Whatever.

Why don't you fuck off home

and say you're sick or something?

Do us all a favor, no one wants you here.

- Yeah. Well you've got a little dick.

(somber music)

(Becky sniffs)

Hello? (eerie music)

(eerie music)

(water splashing)

(foot thudding)

(eerie music)

Jack.

(eerie music)

- Well, I think Jack's a scumbag.

I'm sorry, but he is.

- Beth, come on. - No, I've tried telling Maya,

but she won't listen.

- Because she loves him?

- It's gonna end badly for her.

- Beth, honestly he's a good lad.

He loves her to bits. - Oh, is that right?

I wonder why Becky isn't down here.

Must still be sulking in her room.

Now, what possibly could have happened this weekend

to make her so upset?

Oh, maybe because the guy that she's been fucking

is marrying one of her friends.

It would sure put me on a downer.

- You know? - Doesn't take a genius, babe.

- Who, Maya? - I think she knows.

She must do. She's just choosing to ignore it.

I feel like going upstairs and just having it out

with her, before it's too late.

She deserves better than that turd with legs.

- No doubt, like Jack.

He loves Maya. He really does.

- He made a mistake. We know that.

Shit. Even he knows that.

A big, big mistake. Granted, but he ended it.

He loves Maya.

Deep down he is a lovely guy.

Trust us. He would never, ever.

- It's not just about Jack, is it?

I mean, Becky.

She's an adult too, and she chose to sleep with Jack.

And she knew that he was engaged.

I mean, come on.

Maya. It's her best friend. - Exactly.

You can't put all the blame on Jack.

- Can we help you, mate?

- I couldn't help but overhear.

But you are here for the weekend. For the wedding, right?

- Yeah, that's right.

- This is gonna sound a bit weird.

But you would need to leave.

- We need to what? - Leave.

I know, I know.

I'm just a (indistinct) guy telling you to leave.

Trust me. I'm trying to help you.

You all need to leave, now.

There's weird stuff going on here.

- What weirder than you.

This place.

It's a beacon of sorts.

It draws them in.

There's been so many sightings.

I have seen a few myself.

A decade ago, but that one wasn't me.

I only moved here recently.

A decade ago, a body was found out in the woodlands.

Obliterated.

- Okay, mate.

I think you need to lay off the source.

Looks like you've had one too many drinks to go.

- Sightings have been going through the roof.

Message boards are going mad.

Something extraterrestrial is definitely going down,

and it's going down soon.

You made a mistake coming here.

- Aliens, huh? Grace. - Yes, exactly.

There's this friend of mine,

but I say friend, we haven't actually met.

Well, we talk all the time online.

This guy, he's the chairman of the UK U-F-O-S-S.

- UK U-F-O-S-S.

- Yes. The UK U-F-O-S-S.

United Kingdom Unidentified Flying Object Support System.

Which means he's obviously legit?

- Obviously.

- Yes. This guy was driving round this area not too

long ago and he swears he saw a bright light directly above.

- How'd you know it wasn't Bigfoot?

- Sorry?

- The body.

The eviscerated one.

How'd you know it wasn't Bigfoot?

- Impossible? - Well.

The word impossible literally means I'm possible.

- Bigfoot couldn't have been seen here.

The woodlands are nowhere near dense enough.

And besides Bigfoot is from the northern US part-

- Mothman?

- No.

Mothman is found in Point Peninsula in West Virginia.

And there's no evidence of Mothman ever

eviscerating a single victim.

No. We are dealing with something

of alien origin.

- For God sake, Victor.

I go to the toilet for two minutes and you're

harassing people. - Helping.

- I'm sure they don't say it that way.

I apologize. He's a little bit highly strong.

- See you later, Scully.

- [Victor] Mulder. Scully was the skeptic.

Mulder was the believer.

(keys jingling)

(door bangs)

- Wow.

Hello? (eerie music)

Hello.

Beth?

Why don't you come out and gimme a proper hello?

And the car the other day (indistinct).

Is it? (eerie music)

(spaceship roaring) (eerie music)

(spaceship roaring) (eerie music)

(eerie music)

(feet thudding)

(eerie music)

(eerie music)

(Maya gasping)

(Maya gasping)

(eerie music)

(object thuds) (eerie music)

- Fucking hell, Jack? What the hell is wrong with you?

Don't sneak up on people like that in the dark.

- I wasn't sneaking up on anyone. I just went-

- Have a tune or stamp your feet or something.

You're like a creepy fucking Jesus out there.

- Right, right, right.

Calm down. Who do you think I was anyway?

I'm the only other person in the room.

- I don't know, a crazy axe murderer could have broken in?

- Right?

Out in the peaceful English countryside,

crazy axe murderers are everywhere.

- Aw, you're the prime example of God

not giving with both hands.

Pretty, but pretty dumb.

Quiet countryside, old manor house next

to the dense woodland. Prime location for a nutcase.

- And (indistinct) downstairs. He's a serial killer as well.

Is he? - Mm. Could be.

Haven't you heard Winnie-the-Poo kills people now?

- (chuckles) What's next? Humpty Dumpty.

Go on. Go to bed.

I'll just be to be a minute. Okay.

- I didn't hear you come back in last night.

- I was only five minutes,

but you were asleep by the time I got back.

I just didn't wanna wake you.

Go on.

I'll just be a minute. Okay?

Should we head downstairs, Maya?

Should we go downstairs to find the others?

Maya?

Hello, earth to Maya.

- What?

- I thought we would actually be married first

before you started ignoring me.

- I'm sorry.

I didn't hear you. My mind was elsewhere.

- Your mom and dad?

We spoke about this.

If we invite your mom and dad,

then we'd have to invite mine too.

God forbid.

Next thing you know, it's uncles, aunties, cousins.

And then my dad's gonna wanna bring his friends from work.

And then there's the vet and then the vet's friend.

And then- - I know, I know.

Small and intimate, we made the right choice.

And my mom would've only complained the entire time.

Just feels, you know, weird.

- I get it. For me too.

But it's like you said, the cost would've got out of hand

and too many chefs in one kitchen.

But this semi-eloping thing has been by far the best idea

we've had.

Few mates. No one sticking their oars in.

- Ugh. I imagine trying to tell my mom we were having a

nighttime wedding.

She would've had a fit. - Exactly.

Not worth the hassle.

But when we get back,

we'll just hire a room at the social club.

It'd be a nice surprise.

Plus everyone's gonna be way too drunk to remember

that they weren't invited. - Hmm.

And Beth likes it this way.

It makes her feel special to be

one of the selected few invited.

- [Jack] Hmm. Wow. If Beth's happy.

- Speaking of Beth and the others,

we should probably head down for breakfast.

- And you wanted to see his face.

(friends chuckle)

Morning.

- Morning. - Morning.

Oh, I didn't know you drank last night.

- I didn't.

- Those look like hangover sunglasses.

- Curious sunglasses mixed with a slept like shit

glasses and feeling a bit pukey.

Nerves. Right?

What about you, Beth? Hangover.

- Ignore her. She's sulking. - I'm not sulking. I'm angry.

There's a big difference.

- Her gentleman friend stood her up last night.

- Stood me up. Me?

I've never been stood up in my life.

I do the standing up.

I'm never the stood.

Stand me up, Elizabeth Rowin.

Fucking nerve of it.

- I'm sure he had a good excuse.

- Excuse? There wasn't one.

Called me to tell me he was leaving to come here.

Called me again to say he was 20 minutes out.

And then.

Oh, so I started getting ready.

Sexy thong, bit of makeup and all that.

Then fuck all. - Nothing.

- Zip, zilch. Zero.

- I'm sure he'll explain it next time you go out.

- Yeah. Maybe he got lost. - Well, he can get lost.

Next time? There won't be a next time.

He can fuck his great Aunt Ethel if he thinks he's getting

another chance with me.

Now his loss is someone else's gain.

What's your buddy, Mike like?

- Mike?

You've met Mike loads of times. You know what he's like.

- No. I mean, what's he like in bed?

- How the fuck are we supposed to know that?

- What, don't you guys talk?

- Beth. You could have a two inch cock and not stay seconds

in bed. He'll still tell us he's an absolute machine

and he can give women multiple orgasms a night.

- It's all right. I can steer him around the curves.

- Beth. You're like a predator on a hunt.

A lioness from a wildlife documentary.

- Well, tomorrow morning you find an extremely happy,

if not worn out carcass. (friends laugh)

- Where's Becky? - Oh yeah.

So I was gonna say, I haven't seen her around.

She went to bed last night. Never came back.

Tried knocking on the door. Nothing.

- She seemed pretty pissed off about something.

That's for sure.

- Maybe her mystery man let her down again.

- Mystery man?

- Yeah.

She was seeing some guy that none of us had ever met.

She was always getting annoyed with him,

but she'd never tell us who he was.

Not even his name.

- Maybe he was married. - Maybe.

Let's just give her some time.

Check on her later. - I hope she's okay.

- I'm sure she's fine. Honestly.

You've got enough in your mind to be worrying

about that today. - Babe.

She's one of my best friends and a bridesmaid.

- You okay? - Yeah.

I'm just feeling really sick this morning.

But could be nerves, right? - Oh, sick in the morning.

Also known as morning sickness.

- Breakfast, maybe? - Oh God. No.

The thought of that makes me want to throw up.

- Oh, it's just wedding jitters, babe.

Completely natural.

- Where are you going? - Nowhere.

I need to just walk, I think.

- Do you wanna go check on Beck?

- [Maya] Yeah. Sounds like a good-

- No, no, no, no, no.

Nothing you need to be doing.

You just need some fresh air. Okay.

So we'll go for a walk. - Me and you?

- Yes, me and you.

Explore the grounds further. - See you later.

(rocks creaking) (somber music)

- Feeling any better?

- Not really. Just anticipation, I suppose.

But I should be feeling better by tonight. You know?

When we're all dressed and the ceremony starts.

- Well, as long as you're feeling better

after the reception. Our actual wedding night.

- You know, back there when Beth joked

about me being pregnant.

You didn't seem overly happy.

- Do we have to have this chat now?

- Why not? We both want kids, right?

- Yeah, of course. - Why do you get upset

whenever the subject's brought up?

I don't, it's just all you talk about, really.

- You know, I've always wanted kids as soon as possible.

- Yeah, but you're talking about coming off the pill

tomorrow.

I mean, can we not enjoy being married for a while first?

- You can't enjoy being married if you have a baby?

- I'm not saying that. - Then what are you saying?

- I'm saying I love you.

I can't wait to have a baby with you.

Can we just get married, enjoy our honeymoon,

and then talk about this?

- I understand. (Maya screams)

- Whoa, whoa.

Maya. What's going on? - Go away. Get the fuck away.

- Maya, calm the fuck down. Will you?

What's happening?

- Jack. - Maya. What's happening?

Talk. - I'm gonna be sick.

(eerie music)

(door creaks)

- She's asleep.

- What do they say?

- Well, there's nothing wrong with her.

Nothing serious. At least.

They reckon she's just stressed.

- Are you going to have to cancel the wedding?

- I dunno.

I think we should reschedule it,

but I know she won't hear it.

- I mean, there's still.

I mean, there's still a bit of time

before she needs to start getting ready.

Suppose all we can do is just see how she is when she wakes.

- I just dunno what to do. - Just let Maya decide.

That's the best thing you can do.

- Yeah. Yeah.

I'll let her rest for a bit and then when she's awake.

I'll ask her what she wants.

She was just...

I dunno. It was weird.

- Weddings can be stressful, mate.

All right?

You can take the time.

- Dude, she'll be fine by tomorrow.

Just let her sleep it off.

- I fucking hope so.

Anyway. I best get back in there.

I'll keep you guys updated anyway.

What are you gonna do in the meantime?

- I mean, we should check on Becky again, really.

- Still nothing? - I've WhatsApped her twice.

She hasn't read them.

- Do you need me to come with you and Craig,

or are you gonna be good on your own?

- I mean. Oh, right.

No, we're good.

We don't need an army.

Why don't you and Mike get

to know each other a little better?

And we'll see you later.

- Mike? - Hell yeah.

(somber music)

(eerie music)

- Maya.

Maya.

Maya.

Maya.

Maya.

Maya. Can you hear me?

Maya? Talk to me, okay.

Something is seriously wrong here.

I need you to talk to me.

Just snap out of it, Maya.

Is it this?

What's this?

Does this make you sick?

Maya, I need you to say something. Okay.

Just talk to me.

Say something, anything.

Let me help. Okay.

Just talk to me and let me help.

Let me help you, Maya. Okay.

We're gonna have to postpone the wedding.

I know you don't want to hear it.

- No.

- No?

- No. We have to get married tonight.

(door knock)

- Becky, it's Rachel.

(door knock) Becks. Open up.

We just wanna make sure you're okay.

All right.

Last chance and I'm opening the door.

All right, too late. - Beck.

(somber music)

Well, where is she then?

I mean, clearly she's still here.

All the stuff's still about.

- I mean, maybe she went for a walk.

- She didn't answer the phone. - Look, I don't know.

But I know we need to go look for her

and make sure she's okay.

- I dunno if we've got time for that.

I mean, the wedding, it starts shortly.

- Okay. We'll just go outside.

Have a look around to see if she maybe went for a walk.

Okay. 30 minutes tops.

- I'm gonna get the light, babe.

- No, please.

No, no. Please don't.

- Babe. I'm scared.

- Me too. - Okay, well.

Let me help you.

Just talk to me, please.

- Something is happening to me.

- What's happening to you? - I don't know.

(eerie music) I feel different.

- We are gonna have to postpone the wedding.

I know you don't want to hear it, but-

- No Jack, please.

We have to get married tonight.

- I really don't think-

- Postponing the wedding isn't gonna change anything.

I wanna be your wife, Jack.

- You're sure? - Yeah.

- We can deal with whatever's happening to me

after the wedding.

Please don't (indistinct).

- If you're sure, if you're sure.

(somber music)

- Babe, come on.

Let's go back and get ready.

- I'm getting really worried now.

What's that?

It's Becky's?

- Well, that was nice.

I mean, I know we've been together before in the group,

but just to get to know you, you know.

It was nice. - You too.

You can thank Brendan for that.

- Brendan? - Yeah.

He was supposed to be my date for the wedding.

Stood me up.

Anyway. His loss, your gain.

- Yeah.

You okay?

- That car.

How long's it been there? - I have no idea.

Haven't been this far on from yours. Why?

- That's his car. Flaky fucking Brendan.

Oh, this fucking guy.

Oh, I've not heard from him all day.

Not seen hair nor tail from Becks.

If they're hooked up.

I was gonna fuck you anyway,

but now you're gonna get all my best moves.

- Oh yeah. So what you think then?

Like Brendan and Beck's hooked up here. Why can't we?

- Well, it wouldn't make sense, right?

They've both been MIA.

I mean, if that's what's happened.

I wouldn't shake Becky's hand any more than I would.

But Brendan could go fuck himself.

(phone rings) (eerie music)

That's his phone. It's Brendan's phone.

- Is that Becky's?

- It's Becky's.

Is this is her blood.

- Look, it might not be her blood,

but this could be getting serious now.

Let's go back and tell people we found this stuff.

Rachel. We've gotta go. - The wedding can wait.

- No, it's not about the wedding. This is about Becky.

No one's seen her for 24 hours.

Let's go back and tell people we found this stuff.

Yeah. - Okay. Okay. Okay.

Becky.

Becks. (eerie music)

Becky.

(Beth chuckles)

- I take it the wedding's still going ahead then.

How is she?

- I dunno. She's not good. - Well, should I go?

- No, no.

It's all right.

She's adamant that the ceremony goes ahead.

- I'm not surprised.

All the planning, the money she spent.

I'm sure it's just stress-related.

After tonight, she'll be back to her old self again.

- I hope so. - Anyway.

Brendan's. My Brendan.

His car's here, and we found his phone.

I reckon he's hooked up with Becky.

We haven't seen either of them all day.

- Good. I hope they have, all right.

I don't have the time or energy

to be worrying about either of them.

Just get yourself ready and meet me downstairs. Okay.

- Becky. (eerie music)

Becks. (gasps)

What the fuck?

Oh my God.

- Oh.

(heels clicking)

Oh fuck.

(heels clicking)

Oh shit.

(gasping)

(gasping)

(eerie music) (door creaks)

(eerie music) (Rachel screams)

- Dude, calm down.

- Where the fuck is Craig?

And Rachel for that matter. Huh?

- Man, where the fuck is Becky?

- Well, they best hurry the fuck up.

It's been an intimate wedding,

but its taking a piss.

- Mate, mate. Just calm down.

Keep calm.

- I mean, should we wait or what?

I've already knocked on Rachel's door and got fuck all.

I expect this from Becky, but not Rachel.

I reckon we give it another minute.

I guess we're not waiting then.

(calm music)

(calm music continues)

- Maya.

- They're coming.

(eerie music)

(spaceship roaring)

(friends gasping)

(friends gasping)

(guest screams)

- Come on. (eerie music)

(guest screaming)

(friends screaming)

(door knock)

- What's going on?

- I told you, but no one listened.

Crazy, old Victor.

But here we are. Aliens massacring people.

- Yes fine.

You're a fucking genius.

If we still alive, after you can gloat then.

How about we try to find a way to get out of here

before we join the massacre?

(Beth gasping)

- This can't be happening.

My friends, they- - Their gone.

They've been taken.

- This can't be happening. This can't be real.

- I can assure you it is real.

And it's most definitely happening.

They've been planning this for decades.

The abductions, the sightings.

This is all part of their plan.

You definitely locked the back door, right?

I thought you did.

- I specifically told you to lock the fucking door.

(eerie music)

(friend screaming)

(friend screaming)

- Maya.

(both screaming)

- They're coming. - How do you know?

- I can hear them.

I can understand them.

- What are they saying? What do they want?

Tell me. What do they want?

Maya, if whatever's out there.

If it gets us, I want you to know that I love you.

I always have.

I'm sorry for everything I've done.

I'm sorry for not being able to protect you now.

I'm sorry for anything that I've done that's upset you.

Maya I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

- Are you sorry for Becky?

- You knew?

- More of a thought.

Run! (eerie music)

(spaceship roars)

(door creaks)

(Beth gasping)

- Maya.

Jack.

(Beth gasping)

(eerie music)

(Beth screams) (eerie music)

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

We should have never have come here,

or we should have gone home a lot sooner.

Although I'm not sure what difference it would make now.

(eerie music)

Jack.

Jack.

No, please no.

No, no, no.

Please let me go.

Please let me go.

Please. What the fuck are you doing?

No, no, no, no.

Please, please.

Please lemme go.

Please lemme go.

Please. What the fuck are you doing?

No, no, no.

Please, please, please.

No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

Please stop.

No, no, no, no.

Please stop.

No, no, no, no, no.

Please stop. Please.

(Maya screams)

(Maya gasps)

Jack.

(eerie music)

(eerie music)

(Maya screams)

(Maya sobs)

(eerie music)

(Maya screams)

(Maya screams)

(Maya gasps)

Do whatever you're gonna fucking do.

I have nothing left anyway.

(eerie music)

(eerie music)

(alien roaring)

(eerie music)