Original subtitles

Wait until we get to the island. The tropical paradise.

(both) Holme Sisters!

(Kaali) Did you make contact with your sister?

Don't worry. She's not coming.

(all scream)

(solicitor) The aircraft incurred a mechanical failure

and then tragically sank.

Her card's been used. Lori's card.

Buy me a flight to Fiji and you never have to see me ever again.

No. It's the pilot.

(gasps)

(sombre music)

(sighs, inhales)

-(door opens, closes) -(exhales)

(exhales, sniffles)

Is there anything else I can get you?

-Coffee, maybe something stronger? -Uh-uh. No, just...

(sniffles) Just tell me if there's any news.

-(sniffles) -Nothing further that I've heard.

Uh-huh. (sniffles)

And, um...

What are the odds of her being alive?

(woman) Um, that's not a question I can answer.

But search and rescue are...

On the case.

(sniffles)

(woman) Look, you have a dedicated crisis management team

that will be liaising with all the various authorities.

They'll keep you updated.

(sighs deeply)

(sniffles)

Okay.

Hm.

I should have been on that flight.

Well, I'm happy you weren't.

(Erin sighs)

What happened?

How come you didn't take the flight?

(sombre music)

(theme music)

(sombre music)

(Lori) Oh.

(panting)

(groans)

(grunts, coughs)

(panting)

(panting heavily)

(loud creaking)

(loud rumble)

(dramatic music)

(coughs)

(panting)

(continues to pant)

(panting)

Oh. (pants)

(Lori) Hello?

(shouts) Hello?

Is anybody here?

Hello?

Oh. (pants)

(continues to pant)

(panting)

(Mike shouts) Hey, you, you! Hey!

-I need your help. -(tense music)

I need your help, come on.

-(Mike) Keep your hand there, okay? -(yelps)

-Just keep your hand there for me. -(whimpers)

-Hang on a second. -I'm sorry. Sorry.

Don't speak. Just relax now, okay?

-(pants) -Okay.

I'm just gonna tie this round.

Okay, you go check on the others.

-(Kaali yelps) -(Mike) Are you listening to me?

See who needs help. That way.

(tense music continues)

(indistinct chatter)

-Oh God. -(whimpers)

-Oh God, let me help you... -(sobbing)

-(yelps) -Oh, sorry. Oh, God, sorry.

(sobs) Please, my baby. Please.

-My baby. Please. -(Lori) Oh, God.

(panting)

(pants rapidly)

-(Sonny cries) -(exclaims) Baby, it's okay.

It's okay. (shushes)

-(Sonny continues to cry) -(sobbing)

(Lori) It's okay. It's okay, darling, it's okay.

It's okay. (shushes)

It's okay, darling. It's okay.

(sobs)

(Mike) You keep breathing, yeah? Keep breathing.

-(Lori) It's alright, darling. -(sobbing)

It's okay.

The lady's leg.

There, there's a doctor, just there. That guy.

Here, excuse me? Excuse me, are you the doctor?

(gasps) Oh, God.

Do you need help?

This lady.

Oh...

I'm a psychiatrist.

Fire, fire, there's a fire!

Check everyone. If anyone can walk, get them out of here.

I'm gonna take her to the beach and then I'll come back, okay?

-Okay? -Okay, okay, yeah.

-Come on, here we go. -(grunts in pain)

(panting) Oh, my God.

(tense music continues)

(continues to pant)

-Stop, stop! -Oh, God!

I'm sorry. The, the fire.

Move!

(Jack) Here, take him, take him.

Please, help me move this seat.

It's just the woman and the two men.

Just three?

-Three left? -(Lori) Yeah.

-(grunts in pain) -(grunts)

-(fire extinguisher swooshes) -(groans, pants)

It's okay.

Fuck.

(whimpering)

(Lori shushes, pants)

-Are you okay? -(whimpers)

(yelps, whimpers)

-(gasp) Oh, God. -(Kaali) What?

-What is it? -Nothing, it's, it's okay.

-(Kaali yelps, whimpers) -(panting) Oh, fuck.

(shushes)

-(in shaky voice) I'm so sorry. -No, what?

No, you have nothing to apologise for.

(Mike) You're all right. You're all right, Amber.

-I need help here! -(Mike) You're gonna be alright.

-It's okay, it's okay. (shushes) -(Kaali) Please tell...

-my family I love them. -No, no, it's...

it's okay, you can tell them.

-Hurry! -(Amber cries in pain)

(Lori panting)

I shouldn't have gone along with it.

You shouldn't have gone along with what?

-(gasps) -No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, stop it, come on.

-(gasps) -Stop it, no, it's okay.

Yes, your baby's fine, your baby's fine.

-(panting) -(suspenseful music)

(pants) Come on, Kaali.

Come on. (pants)

Come on. Come on, Kaali.

Come on, Kaali. (pants)

She's gone.

No, no, no, she was fine. She was fine when I left her.

What was she, what was she saying to you?

You were talking to her, what was she...

what was she saying to you?

Sorry. She said sorry.

This girl needs medical attention now.

Okay, okay.

There's gotta be, um, a town, or something. A...

A resort.

Say something! You're the pilot.

-(panting) -(suspenseful music continues)

(panting)

Kaali.

(Sonny crying)

(grunts)

Excuse me.

Excuse me, we need to get help.

(pants) Can you stop doing that, please?

Look, we, we need to find a hotel or something here.

Oh, Jesus. Oh, God, sorry, sorry.

(pants)

(panting)

(sighs)

(Erin) I need Detective Tawaki.

She's in charge of the investigation.

Into the missing plane, with all the missing people that

you don't have posters up for?

-That investigation was shut down. -(Erin) Right, well, the pilot?

Mike Brass?

Who you all decided is dead? He's alive.

(sighs)

Dude, you need to find him and question him.

I mean what's he hiding, right?

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

How do you know where he lives?

Who cares, I...

I have proof that he is alive. That he is here on Vitu Levu.

Now get me Tawaki!

(door opens)

Hey, lady!

You can't go through there!

(Erin) Detective! Detective, you will not believe this.

(Det. Tawaki) Erin Holme. What a coincidence.

-(panting) -(tense music)

(Det. Tawaki) I guess we know now why you missed the flight.

-(loud clank) -(indistinct chatter)

Perhaps we should have a little chat in my office?

(pants)

(tense music continues)

(pants)

(Det. Tawaki) Ms Holme?

Oh, to hell with it.

(panting)

(continues to pant)

We're supposed to land on a runway, no?

(Jack) No, no, he's fine.

(Daniel) There was definitely a runway.

(Lori pants) Here.

-Here. -(Jack) Don't worry.

-Don't worry. -(cries in pain)

These will help with the pain.

(pants)

Let me help you. Here.

Benzos.

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

Look, I am gonna get you help, okay?

-(Amber cries in pain) -(pants)

(sighs)

Are you okay?

Just don't leave her alone.

(Daniel) No, still no phone signal.

We need to find higher ground.

(pants)

(knife clanking)

(knife continues to clank)

This isn't Limaji.

This isn't anywhere.

What the fuck is going on here, Captain?

We must be somewhere.

(panting)

Show us.

Okay.

We took off from the mainland here.

This was our flight path to Limaji.

The plane went into what's called an unusual attitude.

Around here. Meaning I lost control of it.

The flap actuator malfunctioned. We had no lift, drag increased,

honest, it was all I could do to keep us airborne.

We dipped below the radar here, which is where we parted

company with the flight path.

We banked sharply here.

Then a 50-knot gale out of nowhere.

We were struck by lightning.

The surge protection must've failed, we lost power and...

Here we are.

And where exactly is here, Skipper?

My guess, an island somewhere around...

Well, what's it called?

-It won't have a name. -(dramatic music)

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

Rip tides to the east and the west.

Hard to fish here.

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

But you haven't even bothered to look round.

(Felix) No electricity pylons. Cultivated land.

No evidence of human existence.

How far off course did we get?

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

in this conversation.

About 500 klicks.

(laughs)

But when we don't land in Limaji, I mean,

they'll, they'll come looking for us, right?

They'll send search parties and that.

Oh, they'll throw everything at finding us.

Helicopters, search planes, commercial shipping. It's just...

They'll be looking in the wrong place.

(dramatic music rising)

(sighs, pants)

(wood clatters)

(suspenseful music)

(Erin) Mike?

(woman) What the hell are you doing in my dad's house?

(panting)

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

(continues to pant)

-(Sonny coos) -(Amber pants)

Any luck?

-I couldn't get a word out of him. -There is nothing here.

There's no hotels. No hospitals.

-Nothing. -Oh, God.

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

I mean, I could try and reset it, but...

It's thirty years since I worked in an ER.

But you have worked in one.

If she's gonna lose it anyway.

Oh God. (pants)

Okay, I'll need bandages.

A splint.

Uh, alcohol to sterilise my hands.

Something to sew up the wound.

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

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

Um, break it to her gently.

Okay.

(Erin) Wait.

-I'm calling the police. -(Erin) Yeah, you go right ahead.

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

What did you say?

(Erin) Your dad.

He's alive.

(gasps) What?

Wait, sorry, I presumed you were...

(mutters) Dad.

Look, my name's Erin Holme. My sister was also on Flight 281.

(sniffles)

Uh, no. (sniffles)

(sobs)

What's your name?

(sniffles) Natasha.

Natasha.

I didn't break in. It was like this when I got here.

He must have been injured when he got washed up,

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

(chuckles, sniffles)

So where the fuck is he?

Well, I was going to ask you.

This was in Suva three weeks ago. So...

He could be anywhere,

although it's not like he can use his passport,

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

He used my sister's credit card.

Did you tell the police?

(clicks lips) Not yet.

(sighs)

You don't know where he might be?

I wouldn't know.

We weren't...

aren't close.

Just, since he went missing, sometimes I drive by.

In case.

(sniffles, sighs)

Today, I saw the broken door and I stopped.

(Erin) It looks like he's gone fishing.

Hardly narrows it down.

He always goes to the same river. What's it called?

The Sigatoka?

The Rewa?

The Ba?

The Ba.

The Ba River. That's where he goes.

How do you know that?

-(dramatic music) -I've been...

obsessed with this whole thing ever since the plane went missing.

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

Where are you staying?

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

(car door opens)

(grunts)

I'm not going back to the hotel.

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

Sorry, I wanna find my sister.

(inhales) I'm coming.

-(seat belt clicks) -(car engine starts)

-Oh, thanks. -(panting)

(Amber shushes)

(panting) Uh...

We, we couldn't find a hospital. So the doctor, what, was,

-sorry, what was your name? -Jack.

Jack is gonna reset your leg.

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

And it'll be over very quickly. It'll be over

-really quickly, won't it, Jack? -No, no, no, no, no, no.

(Lori whispers) It's okay. It's okay.

-(cries) No, no. -(Sonny babbles)

Ah.

-It's okay. -Please, no, no, no, no.

-Please. -(Lori) It will be okay.

Someone needs to take the child.

Will you please?

Me? No.

-Someone needs to act quickly. -(Sonny cries)

All right, I'll help, but just, not that.

-(Sonny continues to cry) -(Amber sobs)

(Lori) Come on, I'll take him. I'll take him.

-(crying continues) -(in shaky voice) Please.

He's... He's called Sonny.

-If, if I don't... -You're gonna be fine.

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

-(shushes) -Anyway, uh, what's your name?

(sobs)

-Amber. -(Daniel) Hey Amber, uh...

I'm Daniel. What do I do?

-What do you think you're doing? -Inventory.

Do you mind getting your hands out of my things?

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

(pants) Here, take it.

That's mine. Give it to me.

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

Seems to be the only one we have.

(tense music)

(bag zips)

Do I scare you?

I should.

Everyone should.

(tense music continues)

-(Sonny cries) -(Jack) Three,

two, one.

-(bone cracks) -(Amber screams in pain)

(panting)

You must be excited to see your dad again.

Oh, man.

This definitely beats staying up all night, doom-scrolling

about faulty de-icing systems and missing pilot psych evals.

Thank you.

What did I do?

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

(sighs)

(chuckles softly)

15 bottles of water, eight microwave meals,

five sandwiches. And a few packets of nuts.

She's burning up.

Tonight, let's take turns to watch over her.

(whispers) That fucking guy.

Does he have to put them there?

Shit. I thought I recognised him.

Felix Vatubua.

His family's a big deal in Fiji. Tourism.

Only Felix wasn't exactly running dolphin tours.

Joined the British Army.

Fuck, So he's a trained killer. Perfect.

Gets worse.

He lost it in some shoot-out in Afghanistan.

Word is he killed three of his own men.

(whispers) They should know.

They should know what?

I don't wanna make a big deal about it.

He pulled a blade on Lori.

(both) He did what?

I moved your wife off the plane.

We'll have to salvage stuff from it so...

better to clear it out. (pants)

Should move camp first thing though.

They won't smell too pretty soon.

Is that a spear gun, Felix?

How do you know my name?

I live in Fiji, mate. Everyone knows Vatubua.

Then you should know it's "Vatubua".

(tense music)

(spear gun thuds)

(knife clanks)

Hope you all sleep a lot easier now.

(Sonny coos)

(Sonny cries)

(sighs) Amber?

Still fighting.

(breathes in relief)

What's going on?

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

Maybe you can help build the shelter.

Shelter?

No, we should be trying to get home.

What if a plane flies over? How we gonna make it see us?

Priorities. We need food, water.

And what about what Amber needs?

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

Yeah.

So, we should be trying to build a fire that you can see

from fucking space.

Lori.

-We must stick together. -I'm not sitting around

and letting that boy lose his mum.

(dramatic music)

(grunting)

(groans, pants)

(groans, pants)

(loud clatter)

(continues to pant)

(groans, pants)

(continues to pant)

(pants)

-Yes. -(phone rings)

(phone continues to ring)

(panting)

(suspenseful music)

(mutters) Oh, my God.

What the fuck?

(phone vibrates)

Peter, you owe me the biggest apology

in the history of apologies.

(Peter over phone) Why didn't you tell me, Erin?

What, tell you about what?

(Peter over phone) You and the pilot.

(tense music)

(scoffs)

You've gone viral.

Congratulations.

(indistinct chatter)

(Peter over phone) You look like you're hiding something.

The person who has relentlessly pushed the narrative there

is something odd about the plane crash was with the pilot

the night before the flight and forgot to mention it?

-I have to go. -Erin, why didn't you tell me?

Are you hiding something?

Erin?

(sighs)

No one's seen him round here.

Hey!

Woah, there. Easy.

(raises voice) How the fuck do you explain this?

Because...

I knew she was going to be on the plane.

Why have you got my sister's phone?

I was at your hotel the night before the flight.

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

Why didn't you tell me?

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

I'm sorry. I should have told you.

-Erin doesn't do just one drink. -Well, maybe she had more. I...

I, I was having a meeting, at the hotel.

She came in a bit after she left. We didn't even speak.

No, bullshit!

You must have spoken to know she was gonna be on the plane?

(pants)

All right.

Okay...

(clicks lips) You two...

had, had a pretty big bust-up, right?

-She, she told you about it? -She spared me the gory details,

but she did mention the trip,

which is why I thought, when I saw the phone, I'd give it

-to her the next day, but... -What did she say about our fight?

-Lori, I'm not gonna do... -(raises voice) What did she say?

She said... (scoffs)

She said...

you two had had fights before.

Bad ones.

But she wasn't sure this one was fixable.

(dramatic music)

(sighs) Fuck.

(sobbing)

Natasha, wait.

There's something you need to know.

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

from a conspiracy chatroom.

He told me about it himself.

The night before the flight.

(dramatic music continues)

(glass cup thuds)

I'm so sorry.

He's got a little hut. Just north of here, right on the river.

Green, with a red sloping roof.

Apparently, you can't miss it.

I'm really sorry.

I thought maybe we'd just drive past it and I'd be like,

"Maybe it's that one!"

(car engine starts)

(Amber whimpers)

-(mutters) I'm sorry. -It's okay. (shushes)

I'm sorry.

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

-(whimpers) -It's all gonna be okay. (sniffles)

You really miss your sister, huh?

(sighs)

I left so many messages.

Begging Erin to come to the plane.

She didn't get a single one.

She's out there thinking I hate her and there's... (sobs)

There's nothing I can do about it.

(sighs) There's nothing I can do about anything.

(Jack) Hey, now...

(Sonny coos)

It was a comfort to her, to know that you had him.

Is there nothing more we can do for her?

Without antibiotics?

Pray?

-(Sonny cries) -(Lori) Oh.

Oh.

(crying)

(sighs) Poor little guy. It's like he knows.

They found a stream, inland.

Maybe a wash might calm him down a bit?

Yeah, him and me both.

(chuckles)

-(Sonny continues to cry) -Come on. (shushes)

(water sloshing)

(Sonny cries)

(calm music)

Wow.

(pants)

(sighs in relief)

(suspenseful music)

(water splashes)

(suspenseful music rising)

(Sonny coos)

(crocodile growls)

(stifled panting)

(Sonny continues to coo)

(panting)

(crocodile hissing)

(Sonny continues to coo)

(crocodile breathes heavily)

(growls)

(suspenseful music continues)

I'm just not convinced that arming the T-1000 is entirely prudent.

-What, are you gonna fish for us? -What, me?

-(pants) -(Sonny cries)

-Lori. What is it? -Easy now. What happened?

(continues to pant)

Crocodiles. (pants)

(laughs) Crocodiles.

Yeah, and he's done it, he's done it.

Great, great...

Great.

-You're not serious. -(sombre music)

(Felix) Saltwater crocs.

They can smell the bodies.

(sombre music continues)

Do you wanna take her?

I can't.

She was your friend.

(pants)

Think I'll go check on Amber.

No, hang on.

(sombre music continues)

(Jack) She'd have been perfect here.

Strong, but kind.

Unafraid.

If she were alive,

apart from insisting that you all learn to play Bridge.

She'd have said we owe it to the dead

to look after each other...

to share our food, our water.

But most of all...

to survive.

(Erin) The green cabin with a red sloping roof.

Natasha, can you say something?

I didn't mean to mislead you.

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

-and I just... -Lied?

Didn't tell the truth. You have no idea.

The whole thing snowballed. There was press everywhere.

Consulate officials. Investigators.

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

You're about to see your father.

-Some of us don't have that luxury. -How many times?

-We aren't close. -Well, that's not how he sees it.

He told me that he loves you. More than once.

So, whatever it is that went down between you two,

you can fix it. If you want.

Looks like someone's home.

(Natasha) Hello?

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

A sweep?

(scoffs)

All right, Zero Dark Thirty.

(mutters) What the fuck?

(suspenseful music)

-(suspenseful music continues) -(Erin gasps)

"Love Natasha".

(footsteps crunching)

(pants)

-Any luck? -(Natasha) No.

Bike's still here though.

Oh, he'll be home soon.

I'm gonna go check by the river, and see if he's there.

I've obviously already checked there.

Okay, well, I might just go.

(scoffs)

(suspenseful music rising)

Don't take another step.

(Erin sighs)

You just wouldn't take the hint

and fuck off,

would you, Erin?

It's a shame.

-I liked you. -Wait.

There's money. Shit tonnes of it.

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

-(bottle clanks) -(groans)

(pants)

Did you have to tell her about the bloody money?

(sombre music)

To Heather.

To Heather.

To Heather.

(lighter clicking)

Stop.

We need it to last.

You okay?

Yeah, it just hit me.

We don't know each other. At all.

(Amber) It's true.

In my head, I've been calling you Pilot Guy.

Nice Old Guy.

(chuckles softly)

And what was your name for me?

Boring Business Guy?

Is that all you are?

(Daniel) Pretty much.

My company owns a hotel on Limaji.

Was headed to a wild meeting about resort expansion.

Until the universe stepped in.

Cheers for ruining my life.

(chuckles softly)

And who are you, Mike Brass?

Me?

Pilot Guy sounds accurate.

No one's just their job.

I love my fishing.

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

With me, what you see is what you get.

(sighs)

That run-in with the crocodile shook you up. (grunts)

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

He couldn't even look at her.

We all deal with death differently.

No, Kaali said something to me before she died. She...

She said she should never have gone along with it.

And then, there's this whole thing about having my sister's phone.

-And you think? -(Lori) Just...

There something's not right here.

Well, maybe she was thinking about an old boyfriend, or,

or a fight with her mum.

People say all kinds of things when they die.

No, she wanted me to know something.

Imagine how he feels.

Kaali was his friend.

He probably knows her husband, her parents.

Imagine his guilt.

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

He needs our support,

not our blame.

(clicks lips) And anyway,

if we're to survive this,

we have to trust each other.

(tense music)

(pants)

(Lori) Boat.

Boat, boat, boat. There's a fucking boat!

(sighs in relief)

Oh. (pants)

(continues to pant)

The ridge.

(panting)

(suspenseful music)

(grunts)

(groans)

(Erin) Mike!

Mike. Please, she'll kill me.

-I'll kill you. -(gunshot)

(motorcycle revving)

(panting)

(gunshot)

(gasps)

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

Oh. (pants)

(indistinct chatter)

(Daniel) Keep coming, guys, come on, hurry up.

(Mike) Yeah.

(Daniel) This is good. Come on, Lori.

(Lori) Okay.

(Mike) Faster than the Olympics.

-(Lori) Jack, you okay? -(Jack) Yes, love.

-Oh. Oh... -(Lori pants)

(Mike) Nice work, Lozza.

-Let's get it lit. -Is the boat still there?

-(Daniel) Yep. -(Mike) Sure is.

We're going home. Hurry.

-I'm trying, but I can't... -(Mike) Come on, you bastards.

-We're over here! -(Jack) They'll never hear you.

(Mike) I know, it just feels good to shout.

Come and get us, you idiots!

-You idiots! -(both laugh)

(Lori pants)

I can't find the lighter.

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

No, it isn't. (sighs)

It's gotta be in there.

It must be, I saw you put it in there. It's gotta be in there.

(solemn music)

(sighs) I did.

My...

someone took it. (pants)

(closing theme music)