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(eerie music)

(thunder rumbling)
(ominous music)

- We should call it a night.

It's not biting,
but this damn cold.

- Quit complaining.
You're scaring the fish.

- What fish?

We haven't had a
nibble all night.

I told you we should
set up by the bay.

That's what the app says.

- Oh well you give up
with that damn thing?

You want to catch yourself

a nice, big, fat
35-pound northern pike?

This is where they're at.

- You caught that
fish four years ago.

Jesus, Harold, the
fish have moved on.

We should too.

- I'm not going anywhere
till I get something.

♪ Sleeping on the ground

- Like hypothermia?

♪ Yes, I know (rafters knocking)

(metal creaking)

- Just the ice, right?

- Yeah, right.

(thunder crashing)

(eerie music)

I'm not so sure that sound
is coming from the ice.

(wind howling)
(eerie music)

Oh man.

How do I get the flashlight
on this thing? (groans)

(thunder crashing)

(wind howling)
(dramatic music)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(wind howling)
(dramatic suspenseful music)

- (indistinct) Gene!

(Gene panting)

- We gotta get outta here.

(wind shrieking)
(door rattling)

Oh! (gasping)

(both screaming)

(dramatic suspenseful music)
(both groaning)

Help!

No!
- I got you. I got you!

- Don't let go.

Don't me let go.
Don't me let go!

Don't let me go! (screaming)

(dramatic music)

- No!

(eerie music)
(wind howling)

No!

(eerie music)
(wind howling)

(storm rumbling)

(Harold sobbing)

(wind whistling)

(icicle rattling)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(eerie music)

- Are you sure,
Sheriff? A tornado?

Oh, sorry to hear that.

So he said his friend
got sucked into a vortex.

Oh, I can assure you
there's been nothing here

to indicate that kind of event.

Yeah. I'll double check
and get back to you.

Okay.

Did you forget something?

- [Dulcie] We wear the same size

and I figured you
wouldn't think of it.

- You are the best.

- So how many years is it now?

- 20 years of me putting
on a pretty red dress,

him cooking some fair
to mediocre spaghetti

and us having a romantic meal

and then dancing to
our wedding song.

It's tradition.

Good luck, you know?

- So what are you
still doing here?

Go have sexy shenanigans
with your hot hubby.

Think of me doing
the night shift.

Actually, maybe don't think
of me. That's probably weird.

Unless you wanna think of me.

- I'm gonna leave in a minute.

I just gotta check
on something first.

I'm not getting any of
the data from Little Lake.

Did something happen
to the data recorder?

- Hmm, I don't know. Why?

- Well, the sheriff called

and said there was a
tornado that touched down.

Killed a fishermen.

- It's winter.
That's impossible.

Conditions to make a
tornado aren't even present

in this environment.

- Highly improbable,
but not impossible.

- Ah, your thesis paper.

I actually did
read it, you know.

"Probability of Highly
Volatile Weather

in the Age of Global Warming."

- You did. Where'd
you even get it?

- A conspiracy website.

- Of course.

- People are so cruel.

- You know, just because I
got ridiculed for that theory,

it doesn't make it wrong.

- Well, if there was a tornado,

the satellites should
have captured something.

- Hmm.

Well, I mean the
satellites show high winds,

but nothing that
indicates anything more.

I need those readings
from the ground.

And right now there's
nothing getting back to us.

- Well, I overheard Monty
talking on the phone

that some of the
monitors were acting up.

So that's above my pay grade.

- Okay. Thanks.

(gentle music)

Hey Monty, do you
know what's happening

to the data recorder
in Little Lake?

- Knock. Knock, please.

Please knock.

- I need to talk to you.

- Jill, how many times?

(knuckles rapping)

- Knock. Knock.

We're not getting any of
the data from Little Lake.

Do you know what's happening?

- Aren't you a little
overdressed for the office?

- Oh, yeah.

It's my 20-year
wedding anniversary.

Big date night.

- Ah.

- So the recorder
in Little Lake.

- [Monty] I don't know,

but I'll have someone take a
ride up there and have a look.

- Great. When?

- Uh, next week,
maybe week after.

- Two weeks? Monty,
I need that data now.

The sheriff called and he
said there was a casualty

that could be weather related
and ice fishermen on the lake.

- There are a lot of drunk
fishermen on that lake.

Probably did something stupid.

- Didn't anybody ever
teach you not to assume?

- Well, what do you want
me to do about it, Jill?

Look around.

We've been subject to
budget cutbacks galore.

Half the team has been let go.

Remember Carol?

Nice, quiet, respectful Carol.

She always knocked.

She isn't here.

- Well, maybe that's why.

- So go. Check it out.

If you feel like driving
an hour and a half north

on your 20-year anniversary,

just to find out what's going on

with an old, highly
outdated data recorder,

I won't stop you.

- Isn't there anybody else?

- No.

To be clear, Jill, no one
is making you do this.

- It's our responsibility.

- Lemme know what you find.

- Okay.

- (groans) Jill?
- Yeah.

- Did someone really die?

- That's what the sheriff said.

Surviving witness
said it was a tornado.

- Good luck with that one.

(quiet tense music)

(dramatic music)

(door clicking)

- Hey, Dad.

- Hey, Honey.

- Happy anniversary.

- Thanks!

Do you know where
the candles are?

- Top of the fridge.

- Right?

- It smells so good in here.

- [Owen] Yep. Lasagna
is almost ready.

- Whoa. Lasagna.

Aren't you supposed to make
spaghetti for your anniversary?

- No, I thought
I'd change it up.

Make it special. (laughs)

- Okay, Dad, here's the thing.

Mom really likes tradition.

- Well, pasta's pasta.

It's practically the same thing.

- Okay.

- Right?

- Yeah.

Yeah.

(thoughtful music)

- Yeah.

(phone dinging)
(gentle music)

♪ Love has a way

- Hello.

- Hi.

So are you sure you can't
come up north this weekend?

I can almost guarantee
Mark will be there.

- Mark will be there?

Who else is coming?

- I don't know.

I think we can always
look at couples thing.

- Jasmine, we're not a couple.

- Not yet.

- How am I gonna
convince my parents

to let me go up
north this weekend?

My mom is on me for my
college applications

and there's just no way

that she's gonna let me leave
the house till they're done.

- Bummer.

Lemme know if you
change your mind.

It's gonna be an epic weekend.

♪ 'Cause I know your heart

(Amber sighs)

(Amber groans)

(traffic whooshing)

(phone ringing)

- Hey, baby. Did
you get my flowers?

- I did. Thank you.

They're beautiful.

- (groans) You close?

- Not exactly.

I am sort of, kind of,
driving to Little Lake.

- Tonight?

- I know. It's bad timing.

But some equipment broke
down and I need to go fix it.

- [Owen] Well, it's
our anniversary.

Can't they send someone else?

- I won't be too late.
It's a 90 minute drive up.

It shouldn't take me too
long to retrieve the data.

90 minutes back and
I'll be home by 10:00.

Plus, I'm already
wearing my dress.

- Red dress.

- Of course.

Can't mess with tradition.

- Um, okay, well I
can't wait to see you,

uh, but my lasagna, it'll
probably be dry by then.

- I'm really sorry, Owen.

Wait, you didn't make spaghetti?

- I tried something new.

- Oh.

- I got a great idea. Why
don't we meet you there?

My father's cabin's
in Raven River.

It's like 15 minutes away.

He can watch Amber
for the weekend

and we can have a
nice romantic getaway.

We can stay at that
cute resort by the lake.

- You mean the one
with the hot tub?

- That's the one.

- I knew I married
you for a reason.

- So it's a date.

- You bet.

I will meet you at your dad's,

but I'll go fix the
equipment first.

It, it won't take me too long.

Plus it'll take you
at least an hour

to get Amber out of the house.

- Deal.

- I'll call you
when I'm on my way.

I love you.

- I love you, too.

(engine puttering)

(door thuds)

I hate budget cuts.

(Jill sighs)

Oh, come on. (groans)

(Jill sighs)
(footsteps shuffling)

(Jill groans)

- Oh! Okay, you should
almost be there.

Tell me what you see.

- Some broken branches,
a lot of downed trees.

Oh, I see it.

(suspenseful music)

It is not in good shape.

The recorder still
seems to be intact.

No sign of the dish though.

- Well, it's gotta be somewhere.

- [Jill] Oh, I found it.

Wow.

I'm gonna send you some photos.

(suspenseful music)

(camera whirring)

Let me know when you get them.

(quiet suspenseful music)

- Okay. Got it.

- What do you think?

- Um, are those holes?

- Yeah, about half
an inch in diameter.

- Could hail do that?

- [Jill] Not that I know of.

And it would have
to be a lot sharper.

- What about a bear?

- [Jill] Dulcie, what kind
of bear would wanna mess

with a satellite dish?

- A technologically
advanced one.

- Okay. Now you're
just scaring me.

Yeah, this dish is done.

I'm gonna copy the files
and send them to you.

- Um, how long will that take?

- Considering it's
a total data backup

and the port is a USB
1, 30, 40 minutes.

- Perfect. I will be waiting.

And hey, at least we'll
know if the likelihood

of a tornado touching down
last night was even possible.

- I'm starting to think it's
a lot more than a likelihood.

(pencil scraping)

(knuckles rapping)

- Can I come in?

- Yeah. Thanks
for knocking, Dad.

Mom never knocks. (laughs)

- [Owen] Can we talk?

- Sure. What's up?

- Hey, are these not done yet?

Amber, you know how important
this is to your mom.

You gotta get your
applications in, sweetheart.

These things take time and
you're obviously behind.

- I know.

- So then why
aren't you doing it?

- (sighs) Because I wanna
study design, not science.

- We talked about this, kiddo.

- No, we didn't.

Mom talked about it a lot
and I barely got a word in.

Why do I have to follow
in her footsteps anyways?

I mean, why can't
I follow in yours?

- You want to be
in construction?

- No, but I want to
work with my hands.

Dad,

you didn't do too bad, right?

- Eh?

Are these yours?

- Yeah.

- Huh? How long have
you been working on 'em?

- I don't know. A couple months.

- Hm. I'll tell you what.

You get the applications
in that your mom wanted

and I'll talk to her

about alternative
schooling options.

As long as you
get everything in,

you'll still have time
to decide where to go.

- Okay.

- Hm.
- Fine. Deal.

- Thank you.

- Dad, did you just
really come in here

to bug me about my
college applications?

'Cause, you know, that's
normally mom's job.

- No. Pack up.

We are going up north
for the weekend.

- Up north.

- Yes. And don't give me a
hard time about that too.

- Okay. I'm in.

- You are?

- [Amber] Mm-hm.

- Teenagers.

(quiet tense music)

(computer keys clicking)

(computer beeping)

(quiet dramatic music)

(Jill groaning)

(engine puttering)

- Ah. Yes.

(phone chiming)

Oh, um.

Aloha.

- Do you get the data?

- Um, ah, yep. Yes, ma'am.

All here. Running it
through the system now.

We'll have a report
for you shortly.

- Okay. Well call me
as soon as you have it.

- Copy that.

- [Jill] Thanks.

- My pleasure.

Die you carnivore slime.

(gun firing)

- What?

- Oh, uh, sorry.
That wasn't for you.

I'll get on that data tonight.

Now go home to your
hot hunk of a husband.

It's your anniversary

and you're spending
the whole time working

and talking to me.

- I'm actually heading
over there right now.

We are spending the
weekend up north

in a nice romantic lodge.

- Ah, now you're talking.

- But I still want that
report as soon as you have it.

- Okay.

(phone chiming)

- Oh, okay, Dulcie

I gotta go. That's him.

- Yes, finally. Go have fun.

Ooh, your life is mine.

- Hey, honey, I'm heading
over there right now.

- Great. We're almost there.

- Did you have a hard
time convincing Amber?

- (laughs) Surprisingly, no.

- And you're sure
your dad doesn't mind?

I don't wanna impose.

- It's not a problem.

We'll meet you there, okay?

- Okay.

- Love you.

- [Jill] I love you.

(keys clicking)

(message alert beeping)

(engine puttering)

(door clicking)

(doors thudding)

(footsteps shuffling)

- Hello?

- Oh, hey.

Are you ready to party
with old grandpa?

- Oh, the joys.

- Oh, the angst.

If only there was a way
to bottle and sell it.

- If only.

Hey, Dad.

- (laughs) Hey. Good
to see you, son.

Welcome home.

- Thanks again for this.

- No, don't mention it.

Oh, the time alone will
probably do the two

of you some good.

And I can handle a rebellious
teenager. Raised you.

- Yeah. Look how I turned out.

- [Hayden] (laughs) Hey.

(gentle music)

(gentle music continues)
(fire crackling)

- Smooth, Geoff.

Real smooth.

- [Geoff] Wow.

You've only got
yourself to blame.

- (hisses) Wow, it's freezing.

- It's hot in here.

Let me warm you up.

(both laughing)

(thunder rumbling)

- Was that thunder?

- No, it's probably just a tree

that fell down
somewhere or something.

Now where were we?

(both laughing)

- Maybe we should go inside.

- What? Over some wind.

I would like to make a toast.

(both laughing)

To us.

- To us.

(Geoff laughs)

Mm.

- Yeah.
(phone ringing)

- Oh.

- You're not gonna
pick that up now.

I mean, this moment. Now.

- It's my mom. I have
to, you know she worries.

- I know she worries.

- Hello?

Hi, Mom. Stop it.

Oh, sorry. Not you, Mom.

You are so bad.

- You are so bad.

- I'll be right back.

- I'll be here.

- Sorry, Mum. Mm-hm, oh yeah.

Drive up was great.

(gentle upbeat music)

No, he hasn't popped
any questions yet.

Will you stop it with that?

Look, we're at the cabin.

We're settled in for the night.

Will you please stop
checking in on us?

We're fine.

(gentle upbeat music)

(thunder rumbling)

(suspenseful music)

(lightning crackling)

Seriously, Mom, I have to go.

I'll call you when we're
heading back tomorrow. Okay?

I love you too. Bye.

(quiet dramatic music)

Geoff.

Geoff.

(dramatic music)

Oh my God, Geoff!
No, no! (sobbing)

(thunder rumbling)

(lightning crackling)
(Sasha?? Screaming)

(lightning crackling)
(Sasha?? Screaming)

(thunder rumbling)

(dramatic suspenseful music)
(wind howling)

- [Reporter] This
is the Possum K-789.

If you're driving up Highway 45,

there have been reports of
heavy winds and flying ice.

That's right.

The caller reported
flying ice, folks.

I suppose it's better

than last week's report
of flying saucers.

Hey, hey, hey.

Can't wait to hear what
will be flying next week.

(dramatic music)
(ice crackling)

(glass crashing)
(tires squealing)

(Jill gasps)
(wind howling)

(dramatic music)

(thunder rumbling)

(phone ringing)

- Excuse me.

Hello?

What?

Where?

(ominous music)

Okay, I'll be right there.

Okay, bye.

- Everything okay?

- Yeah.

Uh, Jill went off the road
just south of 8th line.

Do me a favor. Don't
say anything to Amber.

I don't want her to worry.

- All right. You go.

- Amber?

- Yeah.

- Do you want anything
from the store?

- Nah, I'm good.

(suspenseful music)

(tense dramatic music)

(car horn honking)

(brakes squeaking)

- [Owen] Jill, you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.
Just a little bump.

- What happened?

- [Jill] Flying ice.

- [Owen] One of these things.

- Yeah.
- Oh.

- And these ice
spikes are everywhere.

- Come on, let's get you warm.

- Owen, I need to go back
to the center tonight.

Figure out what's going on.

- Can't it wait till tomorrow.
You need to eat and rest.

- Look, we need to find
out what's happening

before anybody else gets hurt.

- Okay.

I'll call a tow for your car

and I'll drive
you to the center.

- I also wanna keep one of these

and study the formation when
we get back to the office.

We need to find a
way to keep it cool.

- I have our
lasagna in a cooler.

- Perfect. You can toss
it and put the icicle in.

- Ouch.

- Or I can just eat it quickly.

- I'll get the cooler.

- Thanks.

- Hey, Jill.
- Yeah.

- You look really beautiful.

Happy anniversary.

(gentle music)

(quiet tense music)

- Yeah. Okay.

Yeah. Okay, son.

I'm glad to hear she's okay.

I'll see you tomorrow.

(footsteps tapping)

Hey, just checking in.

Everything good?

- All good. Thanks, Grandpa.

Oh, is dad back yet?

And mom should be
here by now too.

- Well, they decided to meet up

instead of her driving all the
way out here to pick him up.

And they'll be back
here tomorrow evening.

Just you and me, kid.

Lemme know if you need anything.

- Okay. Good night, Grandpa.

- [Hayden] Goodnight.

(gentle music)

- Not exactly how I
wanted to spend the night,

but I guess it'll do.

- And that is why I
fell in love with you.

(Owen laughs)

- Um, hi. Jill?

- Hey, Dulcie.

- Hello, hubby.

Oh, you brought the
romantic meal to me.

That, that's really nice.

- I got into a car accident.

- Oh my gosh. Are you okay?

- I'm fine.

- But, what exactly
are you doing here?

I'm the one on the night shift.

- I need you to get me all
the predictive patterns

for the Northern Hemisphere
over the next two days.

- Okay.

But can it wait till maybe
after you visit the hospital?

- Show her.

- Show me what?

Oh, that looks very sharp.

- Yeah.

I mean, it's been so blustery

and there hasn't been much
snow coupled with a...

- She hit her head.
I'm a little worried.

- Oh, that, that's normal.

I'll get the data.

(footsteps tapping)
(dramatic music)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

Okay.

Predicted patterns
over the two days.

- Thank you.

You know, when I was
driving it got really windy

and then I got hit by that
ice spike strong enough

to shatter the
windshield of my car.

They were all over the road.

- Well, that's what must
have hit the data recorder.

- Yeah.

And if these
temperature readings

from the recorder are correct,

then the winds at
ground level are...

(ominous music)

Oh my God.

(phone buzzing)

- Oh.

Hello.

No.

No, (sighs) no, Jill, I-

- [Jill] Monty, I
need you here now.

- (sighs) Okay.

(Monty sighs)

(Monty groaning)

- Minus 120 Celsius, Monty.

That's how cold the winds are.

- Celsius, what's
that in Fahrenheit?

- [All] Minus 20.

- Yeah. That's impossible.

- Improbable, but-

- Not impossible.

- Then there's something
wrong with the equipment.

- I was there. It happened.

I mean, these winds
are intensely powerful

and they're hitting
dangerously low temperatures.

Something massive is
creating these ice spikes

and launching them
like missiles.

Other people are gonna get hurt.

Monty, these
elements are in line

with my theory of
volatile weather.

- Don't start with that, Jill.

And that icicle could have
flown off a transport truck

for all you know.

- There were no trucks, Monty.

It came flying out of the sky.

I mean the patterns
of the winds, the
reports of the vortex.

- Apparent reports. We have
no visual confirmation.

- Yes we do. The ice fishermen.

- Yeah, I read his statement.

He was inebriated

and he's got a history
of causing trouble
with that sheriff.

- Monty, I'm telling you,

if these types of winds or
tornadoes continue to form,

and if those reports
are accurate,

we need to issue a statement,

a warning to the people
to prepare for the worst.

- I'll take it under advisement.

- Under advisement.

(Jill sighs)

- And there she goes.

- Yeah.

- [Jill] Monty.

- Knock first.

- Seriously, Monty, we
need to warn people.

When are you gonna
start trusting me?

- Jill, do not tell
me how to do my job.

The last thing we need is
a mass panic on our hands.

And we have absolutely no
proof of a winter tornado.

As far as I know
they don't exist.

Now I will look at the data,

I will consult
with my colleagues

and we will consider the
correct course of action, okay?

First thing tomorrow, I promise.

- Monty!

- Jill, I am not gonna order
a massive evacuation based

on your extreme
weather theories.

- They know we can
hear them. Right?

- Not an evacuation, a
shelter in place mandate.

- I am sorry you had a
car accident. I really am.

But you have no concrete proof

it had anything to do
with abnormal weather.

And I have seen
nothing here tonight

that warrants extreme action.

Now it's 1:00 AM,
I am going home

to get whatever few
hours of sleep I can.

You should too.

(dark tense music)
(Jill sighs)

- Hey. Dulcie
found us a blanket.

We could set it up on
the couch out there.

Nice outfit.

- Yeah. My husband
forgot to pack me pj's.

And this is the comfiest thing
I found in the overnight bag.

- Mm.

Well, I didn't think that
we would need our pj's

on a romantic
anniversary weekend.

- Yeah, that's not exactly the
night we had planned, is it?

- No.

I'm just happy we're
together though.

- Yeah. Hey, did
you call your dad?

- I did.

And as a precaution,

he will get Amber to
pack up after breakfast

and they will make
their way over here.

- Thank you.

- Come on, let's get some rest.

- Oh, in a bit.

I just, I wanna go over
this data one more time.

I mean, something in
here doesn't make sense

unless my thesis is correct.

So I've called to
correlate the findings

with the police department,
airports, hospitals,

and the fluctuations in
the weather are unlike

any we've ever seen.

So either all of the
equipment is suddenly faulty

or there's something very
worrisome going on here.

And these icicles,

they were not formed on a truck

or a building like
Monty suggests.

Look, a normal icicle is formed

by water dripping down

and the formation and
patterns would suggest that.

But this one?

This one's different.

I mean, the patterns
suggest a circular motion

as though they were formed
in a spinning cycle.

- Like a tornado.

- Exactly.

- Has anything like this
ever been seen before?

- No. But it has been theorized.

- Your thesis.

- Yeah.

- So what do we do next?

- I mean it's, it's
all theoretical,

but from the
information I do have,

I mean, this storm
is gonna continue

to gain momentum and grow.

Right now it's forming
small fluctuations

causing short-lived
ice twisters.

But by tomorrow night,

if these predictive
patterns are correct,

then it could
cause a superstorm,

destroying everything
in its path.

We need to convince Monty.
I, I should call him again.

- Would you (laughs)
take a moment?

It's the middle of the night.

Monty will be back
in a few hours.

We need to all get some rest
and then you can look at it

with fresh eyes in the morning.

- I can't, I-

- 15 Minutes.

You're tired.

You need to get some rest.

- Okay. Maybe 15 minutes.

- Mm-hm. Let's go.

- Oh, um, we forgot something.

- [Owen] Huh?

(keys clicking)

(light upbeat music)

Oh (laughs).

- Happy anniversary.

(gentle music)

- Aw.

Hey, do you think all
of this is happening

because I made lasagna
instead of spaghetti?

♪ I've never been

- 100%

♪ In love like this

- Aw, I'm making
spaghetti next year.

- [Jill] Well you better.

♪ They say love is blind

♪ You're the one
that I do adore ♪

♪ I've got you on my mind

(wind whooshing)

- Well that about does it.

- Thanks, this will keep me warm

through the better
part of the winter.

- And the Missus?

- Well, there's no
warm in that frigid-

- Be kind, Hicks.

- "Be kind," he says.

Not everyone's a saint
like your Mary was.

God rest her soul.

- (laughs) How are things
down at the propane plant?

About ready to retire yet?

- Three months and
I'm a free man.

- Congrats. You earned it.

- Hey, I found something
that you might want to see.

A case of dynamite from
back in the old mining days.

(case thudding)

- What are you doing with that?

You driving around with it?

- Well, but-

- Dynamite can be
extremely unstable

if left in the elements.

I mean, who knows what kind of
conditions it's been kept in.

What'd you find it?

- Doing some scavenging
looking for scrap to turn over.

I figured you'd know
what to do with it.

The last thing we
need is a bunch

of kids getting
their hands on it.

- Yeah. Now we gotta
store this safely.

I've got a metal crate
we can can store it in.

- Great.

- Next time call me

before you pack your
truck full of dynamite.

It's dangerous and unstable.

- Just like the Missus.
- Yeah.

(lid thudding)

Whoa. Easy.

I don't wanna leave the
earth just yet. (groans)

Hey, you notice anything
about the weather?

- It's cold. What else is there?

- Oh, my daughter-in-law says

there's some strange
weather patterns up here.

- Like that tornado
Harold's been raving about.

Says he's got footage of
it on poor Gene's phone,

God rest his soul.

Haven't seen it,

but some guys at the plant have
and they say it's for real.

- He's got video of the tornado.

- That's the rumor.

- Know where I can
find Harold right now?

- For sure. He's working
the morning shift.

Do you wanna pop by the plant?

- Yeah. Yeah.

My granddaughter will be
sleeping for a while yet.

I got some time.

Just gimme a minute
to put this away

and I'll leave her a note.

(careful music)

- [Hicks] Do you want
a hand with that?

- Yeah.

- [Hicks] Oh!

- I thought you said you
wanted to make retirement.

Geez.

(gentle music)

- Hey there, Beautiful.

- (sighs) Ow.

What time is it?

- 7:00. You're gonna
have a bruise there.

Here.

Good morning.

- Good morning.

(cups clinking)

That was longer than 15 minutes.

Is your dad on his way?

- Amber's still sleeping.

He said they'd be
on the road by 9:00.

- And where's Monty?

- I think he's in his office.

I heard something
about a meeting.

- I should get ready.

- Um, Jill.

- Look, I know that you're
worried about me, but I'm fine.

I promise I do not
need to get checked.

- I know. That's not
what I was gonna say.

Toothbrush.

- (laughs) You're
the best. Thanks.

(gentle music)

- Ah, I know.

(bright thoughtful music)

- Perfect.

(marker scraping)

(engine puttering)
(upbeat music)

(doors thudding)

(sighs)

Hi, guys.
- Hi.

- Morning, grumpy buns.

Amber, you remember
Lexi, Trey and Mark?

- Uh, yeah. Hi.

- How you doing?

- Good.

Really good.

- Are you ready?

We're going for a cruise
and you're coming with.

- Trey's not so bad once
you get used to the smell.

(all laughing)

(throat clearing)

- Yeah, let's do this.

- Your chariot, ma'am.

- Where are we going?

- My parents have a little lodge

about a quarter mile that way.

There was a couple stayed
up there this week,

but they're supposed to
take off this morning.

Apparently they were
getting engaged.

- Aw, that's sweet.

- Yeah. Maybe left some
alcohol behind for us to find.

- Mm, how romantic.

(gentle music)

(doors thudding)

- A tornado over snow cover.

It's, It's virtually impossible.

Twisters are made up of warm
winds, not freezing cold air.

And snowfall always
occurs after the fact

when temperatures fall.

- That's not entirely true.

The winds have been humid

and the flash freezing has
kept the ice exactly as it is.

- But the winds are always
traveling south, aren't they?

So for it to be unstable,

they'd have to be
traveling north too.

There's never been such a thing

as a winter twister made of ice.

Sounds ludicrous.

- I've been up all night.

- What about the snow
tornado in Russia?

- Or Oklahoma In 1975.

- The one in Oklahoma was only
near freezing temperatures.

Not record breaking lows.

- Well, maybe this is more
like a cyclone or a typhoon.

- Cyclones and typhoons are
tropical weather phenomena.

- Mrs. Sanders, correct?

- Yes.

- I'd like to hear your input.

I was a big supporter
of your theory.

Not everyone dismissed it.

Interesting approach and
important to consider

in these unprecedented times
of global temperature shifts.

Please, continue.

- Thank you.

Well, winter storms have
occurred in the summer.

So why not the other way around?

I mean, just because
it hasn't happened,

it doesn't mean that it can't.

- No, that's exactly
what it means.

- She has a point, Monty.

We need to consider
the possibilities.

- Possibility? Of what?

That this combination of
sub-zero temperatures and-

- And the a hundred
mile per hour winds-

- And the moisture off the
frozen bodies of water-

- Is creating some kind
of cyclone made of ice?

- An icyclone.

- Has a nice ring to it.

- Super.

- Um, do you have the
images from the satellites

for the wind currents?

- Yeah. Right here.

- Uh, what are you doing, Jill?

- I'll put it up on the screen.

So these are all the places

that registered deep
freezes and high winds.

Don't you see it?

- [Monty] See what?

- Well, the wind currents
registered in this direction

and it continues and continues.

- Oh God.

- We are looking at
a catastrophic event.

We need to warn people now.

- I'm not doing anything

until we have concrete
visual confirmation

that a twister at Little
Lake even occurred.

- Excuse me.

You guys might
want to watch this.

- Watch what?

- My father just
sent me this video.

It was recorded on the phone
of the ice fisherman that died.

(eerie music)

- Good afternoon.

We are issuing a warning to
the Northern Lakes regions

for an extended period
of volatile weather,

including frigid temperatures
and intense winds,

not excluding the possibility
of a category nine superstorm.

(Harold groans)

- Geez, you could turn
the heat up a little.

- Heat has been working
overtime. It's just really cold.

- Brr.

(eerie music)

Turn that up.

- We believe we are dealing
with a super cell icyclone,

one that is pulling its energy
from the moist ice and snow.

We're looking at the potential

for intense short-lived
tornadoes made of
freezing air and-

- That's what I've
been talking about.

- Incredible.
- That's what

I've been telling
everybody about.

That's why it's so cold.

- Super cell systems have
been known to spawn dozens,

even hundreds of tornadoes
in a 24 hour period.

- That's what killed Gene.

- Powerful EF-5s.

We fear this storm
has the potential

to produce a monster twister,

possibly an EF-7 or larger.

(quiet tense music)

- Hey, Owen,

can you call your dad again

and make sure he is
on his way with Amber?

I want them out of there now.

According to these readings

that superstorm is
gonna hit tonight.

- I will. He should
be back home.

I'm sure they'll be
on the road shortly.

Let me try him.
- Okay. Thanks.

- We are recommending
immediate action to take cover

for all counties in the
Northern Lakes regions,

including Pine Lake, Vail
River and Morgan Summit.

I urge you to stay indoors.

Take shelter.

Stay warm.

Stay safe.

Thank you.

(quiet suspenseful music)

(Monty sighs)

(engine puttering)

(door thudding)

(quiet dramatic music)

- Amber!

Amber, we gotta go.

(dramatic suspenseful music)

♪ Ain't nobody like it

♪ That's the kind??

♪ Ain't nobody like it there

♪ Be there when

♪ Ain't nobody like it there

♪ That's the kind of

♪ Ask him somethin'

♪ Why she gotta ask
he gotta leave ♪

(door thudding)

- [Amber] Thanks.

- If the love birds
aren't still here.

- Maybe we'll get a
fun show. You think?

- Mm, don't be such a pig.

- Hello?

Anyone here?

If so, you have visitors,
you better be dressed.

- We come seeking
liquid nourishment.

- Guys, they haven't left, their
stuff, it's all still here.

- Maybe they went for
a hike or something.

Warm enough now. Come
on, we should go.

- And what are we
supposed to do?

- There's a hot tub out back
if anyone wants to take a dip.

- Yeah, because I totally
brought a bathing suit

with me under this.

- Who says you need
a bathing suit?

- You do. That's for sure.

- Don't body shame me.

There's a whole bunch of bathing
suits in the, in the chest.

- What if the people
staying here come back.

- Tell 'em the owner's here
doing a routine inspection.

- Yeah, a routine inspection

of what Jasmine's wearing
underneath her winter gear.

- Let me show you what we got.

Heads up.

- I am not wearing someone
else's bathing suit.

Plus red is not my color.

- I can rock this bikini.

- Last one in, drinks
the first glass.

- (sighs) Okay.

(thoughtful music)

- You wanna take a dip?

- Not really.

It's gonna be so
awkward when they return

and we've totally
invaded their space.

- Yeah.

You're probably right.

Maybe we should make
some of this popcorn

as a peace offering
in case they return.

- Popcorn does
sound pretty good.

Okay.

- Hayden? What do you
mean Amber's not there?

- Uh, she left a note saying
she went out with some friends.

She didn't tell me
she was leaving.

- Okay, um, we'll try her cell.

Just stay put in case she comes
back and we'll come to you.

We'll be there as
soon as we can.

- I heard the
announcement on the radio.

Is it as bad as they say it is?

(quiet tense music)

- It's worse.

(phone ringing)

- You can answer that.

- It's okay. It's just
my mom checking up on me.

I'll call her back later.

(thunder rumbling)

What was that?

- Sounded like thunder. Weird.

(thunder crashing)

- Okay, that's
definitely lightning.

- Lightning in the winter?

- Maybe we should think
about heading back.

- It's pretty windy right now.

Might be better if
we wait it out here.

And it's warm.

We have snacks.

- Yeah.

You're right.

- So,

you thought about where
you're going to college?

- (sighs) I don't know.

My parents have been
really pushing me,

but I haven't figured it out.

- I mean, just choose the
school you like best and apply.

- I don't even know what
I want to study yet.

I mean, I love art and
design and stuff like that.

- Okay, so why don't
you study that?

- Because my mom wants
me to study science.

That's what I excel at.
That's what she says.

- You should follow your heart.

Not what your mom
wants you to do.

- What are you gonna do?

(thunder roaring)

- It's okay.

(Lexi screaming)

- Oh my God.

(wind whooshing)

- [Mark] What the
hell happened to them?

- Is that a giant icicle?

- We need to call an ambulance.

- An ambulance?

They're dead, Lexi.

Call the morgue.

(wind roaring)

- Guys, what's that sound?

(wind roaring)

(all screaming)

- [Trey] Get inside, now!

(all screaming)
(wind roaring)

- My arm.
- We need to go!

Come on! Get up!

We gotta go!

Quick! Quick!
(all screaming)

(glass crashing)
(Jasmine whimpering)

- Trey! Go help her!

(wind roaring)

Trey!

(ominous music)

(all screaming)

Wait. I need to get her.

I need to get her, okay. Okay?

Come on!

(wind roaring)
(all screaming)

- He's gone! He's gone.

- I know!

(all screaming)
(thunder roaring)

Lexi!

Lexi, come here!

- [Lexi] No.

- You can do this.

Come on.

You can do this.

Come on. Come on.

- [Amber] We need to go, too.

- One, go, go.
- One, two, three.

- [Mark] Go!

(thunder roaring)
(glass crashing)

Shit!

(thunder roaring)

(all whimpering)

- Okay, we should
be safe in here.

There aren't any windows.

Does anyone have
their phone on them?

I left mine in my
backpack in the car.

- Shit. I left mine
in the kitchen.

It's on the counter.

- Oh, and where would
I keep it, Mark?

This swimsuit doesn't
exactly have pockets.

- I don't have it. I
must have dropped it.

I don't know.

- I'm gonna go get mine.

- No, it's too dangerous.

- Ah!

- Your arm.

- Ah, it's fine.

I need to get
something for her leg.

There's her first aid
kit in the kitchen.

- By the popcorn.

I'll go get it.

- Wait.

(Amber groans)

Take this for cover.

(dramatic music)

- You serious?

I'm gonna die.

(dramatic music)

- Good luck.

(Amber sighs)

- Be right back.

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(door clicking)
(dramatic suspenseful music)

(thunder crashing)
(dramatic suspenseful music)

(glass crashing)

(door clicking)

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

- Do you have the phone?

- No, uh, things
got kinda crazy.

I got this.

- Wrap your leg.

- What were those things?

Flying icicles?

- That's what it
looked like to me.

- What do we do now?

- We wait it out here

until someone comes looking
for us, that's for sure.

But we're safe in the bathroom.

- I don't think we
should stay here.

- Wait, why not? I am
not going out there.

- This could be the beginning
of something bigger.

- What? What are you saying?

Why would you think that?

- Oh, I don't know.
Maybe the ice shards?

The heavy wind? The thunder?

The lightning?

These are weather patterns
that we've never seen before

at this time of year.

- Since when did you
become the weather girl?

(dramatic music)

- Just because I don't want to
follow in my mom's footsteps,

it doesn't mean that
I'm not good at science.

This is all the stuff that
she wrote about in her thesis.

She talked about
it all the time.

Volatile weather in the
wake of global warming.

We need to get off
this mountain now.

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(engine roaring)

(doors thudding)

- No one's taking cover.

I mean, why isn't anybody
taking this seriously?

Doesn't anybody care?

- Maybe they don't think
that there's a real threat.

- Yeah, well, that's
a big mistake.

Owen, we need to convince them.

- Okay, you try and
reach Amber again.

I'll go see what I can do.

- Okay.

(phone ringing)

- Owen. Owen Sanders.

Just in town visiting your dad.

- Yeah, something like that.

- Deputy Finn. Owen Sanders.

- [Finn] Owen.

- Deputy.
- Pleasure.

(phone ringing)

- Oh, come on. Where are you?

- Sheriff, why aren't you
telling everyone to take cover?

Didn't you see the warning?

- I saw the warning.

But you know us small town
folks, tough as nails.

Not gonna be pushed around
by a little bad weather.

We'll find cover when
and if it's needed.

- Henry, you gotta listen to me.

You need to get these
people someplace safe, now.

- What's gotten into you, son?

We've gotten through
hard times before.

- I am serious, Sheriff.

This isn't just some bad
weather that we're dealing with.

- Hey, Dulcie.

- Jill, there's been pockets
of icyclone storm activity

in remote areas all day.

But the super cell is
starting to take form.

Internal wind speeds
are already registering

at 380 miles per hour.

The updraft is pulling
in a lot of moisture.

It's beginning right now and
it's heading straight for town.

- Oh my God.

I'll call you back.

(dramatic suspenseful music)

It's gonna hit any minute.

We need to get these
people to find cover now.

- Henry, trust me,

you've never seen
anything like this before.

You need to get these
people someplace safe.

- Tim, go tell the boys.

- But, Sheriff-
- Go on, boy.

(dramatic suspenseful music)

- Thank you.

- Now exactly what's going on.

(wind roaring)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

- Run!

(icicle thudding)
(Finn groaning)

- Finn!

(dramatic suspenseful music)

- You okay?
- Yeah.

We gotta get outta here.

- Yeah, we do.

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(wind roaring)

- What do we do?

- Get as many people
to safety as you can.

- Where are you two going?

- To find our kid.

(dramatic suspenseful music)
(glass crashing)

- [Owen] Keep your head down.

(Jill panting)

(dramatic suspenseful music)
(people screaming)

(wind roaring)
(ice shattering)

(tires squealing)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

- I think it's over.

I haven't heard a sound
in at least 10 minutes.

We should go.

- Yeah.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah. Mark's right.

This is our window.

Come on. I got you, Jas.

- Guys!

This sounds like a stupid idea.

- Look, Lex, if you
want to stay, fine,

but we're leaving.

So either come with us

or take your chance spending
the night here alone.

(quiet tense music)
(floorboards creaking)

No, Jasmine, don't.

(ominous music)

- Let's find your clothes.

(quiet tense music)

- What kind of storm
could have done this?

- I don't know.

- Your phone.

(quiet tense music)

- We can't just leave them here.

- We'll come back for them.

I promise.

(quiet tense music)

You should find your jacket.

I'm gonna go get the
keys to the Jeep.

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

- (sighs) Well that sucks.

- We're not getting
outta here that way.

- Great. I still
don't have service.

- Well, what do we do now?

- Well, we still need to
find another way outta here.

- [Jasmine] Oh.

- [Amber] Keep going.

- This might be an option.

Who can drive?

- I can.

- We need to get helmets
and keys. Maybe in the shed.

- [Amber] Come on.

- I'm gonna ride with you guys.

- Okay.

(dramatic suspenseful music)
(engines roaring)

(wind roaring)
(ice shattering)

(engines roaring)
(dramatic suspenseful music)

(quiet tense music)

- Amber!

- [Owen] Amber!

- She's not back yet.

- Have you heard
anything? Anything at all?

- Mm-mm.

- Owen, can you try
to call her again?

(phone ringing)

No answer.

(phone ringing)

(engines roaring)
(dramatic music)

- [Lexi] Why are we stopping?

- We finally have service.

(phone ringing)

- Hello, Amber.

- Hello, Dad.

- Amber, where are you?

- She's okay?

- Dad, we are right by
the swarm right now.

I can barely hear you.

- Okay sweetheart, we're
gonna get you home.

Who are you with?

- I'm with Lexi,
Jasmine and Mark.

One of our friends,
Trey, he didn't make it.

(voice crackling)

- Amber you're, you're breaking
up. Where are you exactly?

- I don't know! Actually...

- Amber, you're breaking up.
- Remember that old spot?

- You're breaking up.
- Where the hunters

and hikers park.
- Amber.

- You need to find
someplace safe to hide out

until the storm passes.

- Below the ridge. The mines.

- I don't know if we have time.

Maybe we should just go back.

- You can't go back. There
are more tornadoes forming.

You need to get to the
mines now and hide out.

- Okay, Mom. I love you.

- You're breaking up, baby.

You're breaking up.

- I love you.

Let's go.

(wind howling)
(somber music)

- [Lexi] We need
to just head home.

- Lexi, there's no
time. Follow us.

- [Lexi] I'm going home.

Jasmine, you coming with me?

- [Jasmine] I'm going like them.

- [Lexi] Suit yourself.

(wind howling)
(ominous music)

(engines roaring)

(wind howling)
(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(ice crashing)

(Lexi screaming)

- No!

Go, go, go!

(engine roaring)
(wind roaring)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(dramatic suspenseful music)
(wind howling)

(dramatic suspenseful music)
(wind howling)

(ominous music)

(engine rumbling)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(door thudding)

(footsteps shuffling)

(all panting)

- [Mark] Is everyone okay?

- We're safe down here.

We just have to wait it out.

- What do we do now?

- I'm gonna call my parents.

- Okay, honey, stay there

and don't move until
we come and get you.

Okay.

We love you.

Bye.

They made it to the
mines. They're safe.

- (sighs) Thank God.

Okay, Dulcie, gimme
some good news.

- The satellites are showing 18

to potentially 20
active ice tornadoes.

And one of them looks like the
monster we've been expecting.

It's by Mount Lewis.

- That's where Amber is. She
says she saw multiple twisters.

- There's more.

There's an airflow from
the south coming quickly

that's gonna make this
super icyclone stable.

Unless we can find a
miraculous way to stop it,

it's gonna ravage
through the state

and destroy everything
in its path.

- Is there any way to
estimate the trajectory based

on the current wind trends
and the data that you have?

- Uh, possibly.

- Okay. Do what you can.

- Jill, it's Monty.

You need to get your
family out of there now.

- I'm not going anywhere
without my daughter.

- Theoretically, is there
any way to stop this?

- I don't know. Maybe.

Send me the info.

- Okay.
- We're on it.

(thunder rumbling)

- Well this ought to get
us through the night.

Hey, Amber's safe in that mine.

She's gonna be just fine.

You raised a smart kid.

- Maybe tonight.

But what about tomorrow?

This icyclone's gonna
continue to grow

and once it's at full size,

it's gonna destroy
everything in its path.

- What do you think
we should do, Jill?

(quiet tense music)

- I don't know.

- Yes, you do.

This is what you do.

You predicted this years ago.

- Theory is very
different than reality.

- Your theories, Jill.

If anyone can figure
this out, it's you.

Tell us what to do.

Tell us how to save this town.

(quiet suspenseful music)

- I have an idea.

Get me a pen, some
paper and some coffee.

- Coffee coming up.

- Okay, Jill, we can see you.

- You're all on.

I want everyone to see this.

So the icyclone system is
using intense freezing winds

to pull moisture from the
ground and flash freeze it

into those killer icicles

that we've all become
acquainted with.

Everything in the center
is frozen and moving fast.

So theoretically, I mean,
the answers should be simple.

- I'm not following.

(coffee mug thuds)

- Coffee?

- Hot coffee, heat.

We need an intense
source of heat

in the eye of the super cell

to raise temperatures high
enough to stop the freezing

and put a huge dent
into this thing

before it grows any bigger.

- And then with its form
damaged, it will fall apart?

- If we can heat enough of it,

then the mass may
lose its power supply

and lose enough
momentum to disband.

- But what could we light on
fire that would be big enough?

- And be in the eye
of the super cell.

- Dulcie?

- Yeah, on it.

- Dad, how many
of your neighbors

around here have propane tanks?

- All of them.

But propane tanks? They
aren't gonna cut it.

But...

- Good news.

- What?

- Something extremely
flammable we can light on fire

in the eye of the super cell.

- The propane plant.

- Ground zero.

- That's perfect.

- and I have some
dynamite we could set

to make sure it lights
up the night sky.

- Dynamite?

- Yes, ma'am. And enough of it
to do what we need it to do.

- Uh, will it work?

- It might.

Dulcie, can you run the
scenario through the model?

- Okay. On it.

- So if this doesn't work?

- Monty, it's the
best chance we've got.

- Okay, if we can get
the fire hot enough

and the tornado
doesn't put it out,

then, yeah, we have
a chance to stop it.

But we need to work fast.

The storm is gonna be directly
above the propane plant

in a few hours.

- Okay, you keep an eye
on the satellite imaging

and let us know if
anything changes.

- On it.

- Jill.

- Yeah.

- Good luck.

- Thanks.

(wind howling)

- It was a good idea
of bringing us here.

(Amber sighs)

You saved our lives.

How did you know about
this place anyway?

- I was obsessed with these
mines when I was a kid.

My parents, they used to take
us on this big hike. (groans)

- How is it?

- It's fine.

- And you?

How are you? Are you okay?

- I'm okay.

I'm not worried
about us anymore.

I'm worried about my family.

They're just down the mountain
where that thing is headed.

- If anyone knows how
to get through this,

it's your mother, right?

And, and isn't your grandpa
like some big, tough guy?

If I was to be anywhere, I'd
wanna be with your family.

- (laughs) You think that my
grandpa's a big, tough guy.

- I do.

I remember meeting him at
the Christmas school concert.

His biceps were as
big as my thighs.

(Amber laughs)

I remember a lot about you.

I remember that

you used to wear your
hair in a ponytail

every Monday, though
I was not sure why.

- I just hate Mondays.

I have another excuse. I'm lazy.

(both laughing)

- [Mark] Me too.

(wind whooshing)

(alarm beeping)
(gate scraping)

- Thanks for this, Hicks.
If this goes wrong.

- Uh, I like to
live dangerously.

On the upside, I get to
retire three months early.

(radio chattering)
(doors thudding)

- I hope we don't regret this.

- Just remember, the explosives
can be unpredictable,

so be careful when
you're handling them.

(phone ringing)

- Hello.

- Jill, it's close.
Do you hear me?

- Uh, Dulcie, I, I
could barely hear you.

- [Dulcie] Well,
we've lost more-

- What?

- The power is
becoming unstable here.

I'm not sure how much
longer we can track this.

- Dulcie, I, I can't
hear you. Hello?

- Can you hear me? Jill!

Oh no.

- Hello.

(electricity crackling)

(power whooshing)
(Dulcie sighs)

(somber music)
(emergency power clicking)

I lost her.

Okay.

Keep your eyes open.

If you see anything at all,

use these radios and
let us know immediately.

Got it?

- Yes ma'am.

- Be careful.

- You too.

(dramatic music)

(somber music)

(door thudding)

(engine roaring)
(dramatic music)

(thunder rumbling)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

We better make this fast.

(quiet tense music)
(footsteps tapping)

- We lost contact with Jill.

What should we do?

- I'll tell you
what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna go back
and sit in my office,

open the last of the good scotch

and say a prayer.

You're welcome to join me.

(quiet tense music)

(dramatic music)

- You think the explosion
will be big enough?

- I'm not sure. I've never
killed a tornado before.

But my wife sure thinks so.

She's the smartest
person I know, Sheriff.

Let's keep going.

(Hayden panting)

- I think she's
just about ready.

- Oh, she's ready, all right.

This plant's gonna be
as fiery as my old lady

when I come home after a
night of heavy drinking,

which is more often
than I cared to admit.

(Hayden laughs)

(thunder rumbling)
(dramatic music)

- It's here, Owen.

It's here.

- Copy that. It's time
we get outta here.

Owen, you ready?

- Almost finished.

- [Jill] I'll meet you at
the gate in two minutes.

- You betcha.

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(guns firing)

- (sighs) I'm just
distracting myself

with some zombie killing.

- Mind if I join you?

- Oh, um, sure.

Here, you sit down.

(quiet intriguing music)

Just mash the A button
and I'll guide you.

Okay? Go, go, go, go.

- Uh, come on, bullets!
You should hit him right!

- You've played this
before, haven't you?

- Hm.

(wind roaring)
(dramatic music)

- Dad, you all set?

- Just about. Hicks,
quit your dilly dallying!

- I'm comin', boss. Some
things never change.

(thunder roaring)
(dramatic music)

- Take cover!

(ice rattling)

(Hicks groaning)

Hicks!

(dramatic music)

Hicks!

- The detonator!

- I'll get it!

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(ice whooshing)
(sheriff groaning)

- Sheriff!

(dramatic music)

- No, no!

(sheriff screaming)
(icicles clattering)

(dramatic music)

The detonator's been destroyed.

- What do we do?

- We gotta get somewhere safe.
That's a priority now, son.

Let's move!

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(icicles clattering)

(Hayden grunting)

(Hayden grunts)
(dramatic music)

- Dad, you okay?

Come on. Let's get
you outta here.

Come on.

- I'm not going anywhere, son.

The detonator's gone.

Somebody has to lay it manually.

- We can't be anywhere near
this place when it goes off.

- You're right. You can't.

So get outta here
while you still can.

I'll light the dynamite.

Get your wife to safety
and go find your daughter.

- Dad, no.

- [Hayden] Yes. (groans)

- Dad, we gotta get
you to the hospital.

- No time, Owen. I don't do
this there won't be a hospital.

I'm not coming out of this.

Now, I'm not asking you,
son. I'm telling you.

Go! I'll finish things up here.

- No!

- Your family is
waiting for your, son.

(dramatic music)
(Owen sobbing)

(thunder rumbling)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

- Owen, it's Jill.
Where are you?

We need to go.

Owen, I'm at the The gate.

Where are you? We
need to go now.

(dramatic suspenseful music)

Owen?

(sighs) Dammit.

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(engine rumbling)
(dramatic music)

(icicles rattling)

Owen!

(dramatic music)

Where's Hayden?

Where is he?

- We gotta go.

(dramatic music)

(engine rumbling)

(wind whooshing)

(Hayden panting)

(gun clicking)
(dramatic music)

(dramatic triumphant music)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(thunder rumbling)

- All right, you vicious son
of a bitch! You come get me.

(Hayden panting)
(dramatic music)

(tornado rumbling)

(gun firing)

(explosion booming)

(fire roaring)
(tires squealing)

(quiet tense music)

(rain drumming)

(electricity whirring)

- Oh!

They did it.

Jill and Owen did it.

- Ah, ah, ah.
- Okay, okay.

(glasses clinking)

(Monty laughs)

(both sighing)

(computer game beeps)

- I won.

- We won. (laughs)

(both sighing)

(computer beeps)

(engine rumbling)

(car horn honks)

- [Jill] Amber?

- Mom.

(gentle music)

- Amber.

- Mom! Dad!

Dad.

I am so sorry.

- For what?

- For everything.

Where's Grandpa?

- Oh, honey.

(gentle music)

Thank you for taking
care of our daughter.

- Mark.

And to be honest, your daughter
can take care of herself.

She saved my life.

- We make a great team.

- Are you hurt?
- Yeah.

- I'm so sorry for how
I've been acting lately.

I really wanna make
you proud. (sobbing)

- Honey, I am
always proud of you.

Come here.

(gentle music)

Now let's go home.

(gentle music)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(dramatic suspenseful
music continues)

(dramatic suspenseful
music continues)

(dramatic suspenseful
music continues)

(dramatic suspenseful
music continues)

(pensive music)