Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's got to be the propeller tube.
Daddy?
Find something we can pry it with.
Where are you going?
So where's the nearest vertical access?
Sweetie, move back.
The propellers are turning the wrong way. It will kick everything back in.
We can't all fit in there. We don't even know where it goes.
God. How the hell did you fit through here?
Stay back, sweetie. I am going to anchor us. Hold onto him.
Okay, it's here.
- Suddenly in the mood to go dancing? - My daughter's in there.
All the way to the end, and up the hatch.
- Yeah. - Turn it to the left.
Christian! Excuse me, my friend, but is it possible for you to not call me sir? I'm too old for that! Damn!
It's all right, baby. It's all right.
I love you, Mom.
- It's a rescue. - Hello.
You quit, couldn't hack it.
- If you're coming, keep up. - Let's go.
Professionally.
I'd like you to call me at midnight.
- I can't, I can't. - Yes, you can.
Come here, come here, come here.
Push. You got it, there, yeah.
I can't even get into my pockets.
Ready? One, two, three.
Hey.
- It's okay. - It's okay, son.
- I will be the last one. You go. - Elena, just get in the vent.
Grab my ankle. That's it. That's it. That's it.
Oh, my God.
Don't worry, sweetie, Dylan's right behind me.
No.
- Come on, just grab on. - I can't...
I will fold.
- I can't find an access hatch. - Baby, look at me. Look at me.
You got it?
Daddy.
Sounding general alarm.
Where's Dylan? Dylan.
If we stay here, we drown. Let's go. We got to keep moving up.
- You got him, Chris? - I got him.
Conor.
We got to jump.
I am going to look for a way out of here.
I did the hard part.