Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So where's the nearest vertical access?

Come here, come here, come here.

Push. You got it, there, yeah.

All the way to the end, and up the hatch.

Okay, it's here.

The propellers are turning the wrong way. It will kick everything back in.

- Yeah. - Turn it to the left.

- I will be the last one. You go. - Elena, just get in the vent.

Christian! Excuse me, my friend, but is it possible for you to not call me sir? I'm too old for that! Damn!

Stay back, sweetie. I am going to anchor us. Hold onto him.

- I can't, I can't. - Yes, you can.

I love you, Mom.

You quit, couldn't hack it.

Sweetie, move back.

- It's a rescue. - Hello.

Professionally.

- Come on, just grab on. - I can't...

- Suddenly in the mood to go dancing? - My daughter's in there.

- It's okay. - It's okay, son.

We can't all fit in there. We don't even know where it goes.

God. How the hell did you fit through here?

Ready? One, two, three.

That's got to be the propeller tube.

If we stay here, we drown. Let's go. We got to keep moving up.

- You got him, Chris? - I got him.

- If you're coming, keep up. - Let's go.

Don't worry, sweetie, Dylan's right behind me.

I am going to look for a way out of here.

Where's Dylan? Dylan.

We got to jump.

Find something we can pry it with.

- I can't find an access hatch. - Baby, look at me. Look at me.

I did the hard part.

Grab my ankle. That's it. That's it. That's it.

I'd like you to call me at midnight.

Where are you going?

It's all right, baby. It's all right.

I can't even get into my pockets.

Sounding general alarm.