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God. How the hell did you fit through here?

We got to jump.

Okay, it's here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I can't even get into my pockets.

Sounding general alarm.

- It's a rescue. - Hello.

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

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

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

Come here, come here, come here.

I did the hard part.

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

I love you, Mom.

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

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

Ready? One, two, three.

Push. You got it, there, yeah.

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

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

Find something we can pry it with.

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

So where's the nearest vertical access?

Where are you going?

Sweetie, move back.

You quit, couldn't hack it.

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

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

Where's Dylan? Dylan.

- Yeah. - Turn it to the left.

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

That's got to be the propeller tube.

I'd like you to call me at midnight.