Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

I love you, Mom.

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

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

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

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

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

- It's a rescue. - Hello.

Where are you going?

Push. You got it, there, yeah.

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

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

Professionally.

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

You quit, couldn't hack it.

Ready? One, two, three.

That's got to be the propeller tube.

I did the hard part.

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

Sounding general alarm.

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

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

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

So where's the nearest vertical access?

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

We got to jump.

Okay, it's here.

Where's Dylan? Dylan.

God. How the hell did you fit through here?

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

- Yeah. - Turn it to the left.

Come here, come here, come here.

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

I'd like you to call me at midnight.

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

Find something we can pry it with.

Sweetie, move back.

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

I can't even get into my pockets.