Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What do you mean?
Yeah, when today?
Paddle.
I am going up. And out through the bottom.
Chris, wait. Come back and get Conor.
He didn't mean to hurt me.
WHAT A NIGHTMARES WHAT A NIGHTMARE
Dad. Dad, let it go, okay? Please.
Got elected. Man of the people.
Happy New Year.
Hey.
You're not.
Here.
Superheats the air. Burns the lungs like rice paper.
He's going to take them both down.
You go that way, you die.
Watch.
Don’t you think we could find a zillion places...
Never really works to pull when all you really needed was some good pushing.
I am so sorry.
- Shit. Pick it up. - Hold it.
You okay?
Come on.
Just stay there. Wait for me.
I know it's been a while, God, and I have been out of touch...
Another way up, anybody?
I need somebody's help.
Okay. Now put your back up against this wall. Come on.
This room is a giant air bubble holding up the ship.
There you go. Put your hand right there.
This is a ballast tank. They fill these up to keep the ship stable.
Come on.
Excellent, excellent, excellent, yes.
I am going to die. I am going to die.
- Now give me a stirrup. - Okay, okay.
Depends. Was it?
- Hey, hey. You work here, right? - Yeah.
Come on. Come on.
...and don't for one second think you can stop me.
Nelson.
Jen, come on, we got to go.
Help. Somebody. Please, please.
No, you need to listen to me for a second. I am not going back, Dad.
You did great.
Go up.
Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven.
Maggie, here.
I think it's off-limits to guests.
We get into the propeller tubes and the only thing between us and the outside...
Dylan.
Oh, my God.
...and all the years to come.
Will you please take me and my mom?
Go on, go. Grab her, grab her. You got her?
Go.
Flare.
We're going to find another way out of here. Break into twos.
...before we run out of air? It's our only option.
Conor.
Good.