WEBVTT - KILLER CARGO - Act 1 0:00:00.030 --> 0:00:02.070 Okay, one, two, three. 0:00:02.509 --> 0:00:05.430 Table read, Killer Cargo. 0:00:06.010 --> 0:00:07.280 Yeah, that was excellent. 0:00:07.300 --> 0:00:08.080 Thank God. 0:00:09.100 --> 0:00:11.000 Let's do it. 0:00:11.020 --> 0:00:11.410 Let's do it. 0:00:12.740 --> 0:00:17.479 Killer Cargo, written by Heather Foster. After a luxury jet's 0:00:17.540 --> 0:00:20.570 secret cargo turns out to be a murderous alien, a 0:00:20.610 --> 0:00:26.470 trampy flight attendant must destroy it before it devours the world. Interior, 0:00:26.670 --> 0:00:34.310 Gulfstream 650ER Cockpit Night. Super, Springfield, Missouri. Kevin Powers, 35, 0:00:34.310 --> 0:00:37.290 cock of a walk wannabe, rests in the co-pilot seat. 0:00:37.770 --> 0:00:42.029 State-of-the-art flat screens blaze across his douchey face. He gazes 0:00:42.070 --> 0:00:45.230 at the lights illuminating the runway against the inky black sky. 0:00:46.050 --> 0:00:49.140 Kevin loves this job, mostly because he feels it makes 0:00:49.180 --> 0:00:52.300 him better than everyone else. He does dig the view, though. 0:00:53.360 --> 0:00:57.520 Right outside the door, Anita Fitzgerald, 28, hardworking, poised with 0:00:57.560 --> 0:01:01.240 a sprinkle of daddy issues... bends over, buffing a minuscule 0:01:01.300 --> 0:01:05.050 smudge out of the hand-carved mahogany wood. Kevin twists around 0:01:05.060 --> 0:01:08.009 to watch her work. This view's pretty terrific, too. 0:01:08.890 --> 0:01:11.250 Hey, Anita. Did you have a chance to think about 0:01:11.290 --> 0:01:11.990 that charity dinner? 0:01:13.230 --> 0:01:15.910 She straightens, turns, and challenges his ogling. 0:01:16.709 --> 0:01:17.950 I believe I'm busy that night. 0:01:18.390 --> 0:01:19.390 I didn't say what night it was. 0:01:19.410 --> 0:01:23.270 Anita's way out of his league, but Kevin's the only 0:01:23.290 --> 0:01:26.039 one who doesn't seem to know this. She shoots him a, 0:01:26.350 --> 0:01:27.550 you poor thing, smirk. 0:01:28.310 --> 0:01:28.570 Kevin. 0:01:29.310 --> 0:01:30.029 I said I'm busy. 0:01:30.890 --> 0:01:33.350 The sound of footsteps pulls her attention to the main door. 0:01:33.730 --> 0:01:35.569 Her eyes crinkle into a genuine smile. 0:01:36.430 --> 0:01:38.280 Oh, good evening, Captain. 0:01:38.880 --> 0:01:42.740 Charles Song, 53, Silver Fox, steps in, removes his cap, 0:01:42.800 --> 0:01:44.419 and gallantly nods to her. 0:01:44.860 --> 0:01:47.840 Good evening, Anita. And Merry Christmas. 0:01:48.760 --> 0:01:49.660 Merry Christmas, sir. 0:01:50.240 --> 0:01:52.800 He presses by. She inhales him as he pauses. 0:01:54.120 --> 0:01:54.540 Smells good. 0:01:56.500 --> 0:01:59.490 Captain Charles enters the cockpit and places his leather travel 0:01:59.530 --> 0:02:02.610 bag into his cubbyhole Merry Christmas, Kevin. 0:02:03.010 --> 0:02:05.550 Merry Christmas, Captain Pre-flight is complete. 0:02:06.370 --> 0:02:09.109 Charles takes his seat in the captain's chair Thank you 0:02:09.650 --> 0:02:11.419 He proceeds to check Kevin's work. 0:02:12.460 --> 0:02:16.860 Ah, Christmas Eve And here we are At least it's 0:02:16.880 --> 0:02:20.820 a short flight Well, I'll be back home nestled in 0:02:20.900 --> 0:02:23.919 with Mrs. Claus before I know it Are you going 0:02:23.940 --> 0:02:24.760 to your folks tomorrow? 0:02:25.520 --> 0:02:28.760 A flicker of hesitation crosses Kevin's face. He was planning 0:02:28.800 --> 0:02:29.780 on getting drunk all day. 0:02:29.800 --> 0:02:30.840 Alone. 0:02:31.480 --> 0:02:33.940 Uh, yeah, Mom's, uh, making a ham. 0:02:34.200 --> 0:02:34.799 Good. 0:02:35.500 --> 0:02:39.000 You're smart to enjoy your folks while they're still here. 0:02:39.720 --> 0:02:41.060 I miss mine every day. 0:02:42.100 --> 0:02:42.970 I plan on it, sir. 0:02:43.410 --> 0:02:45.730 Desperate to stop this Norman Rockwell bullshit. 0:02:45.750 --> 0:02:47.889 Why do you think it's so important that we're flying tonight? 0:02:48.790 --> 0:02:52.130 Our job is to fly the plane, not ask questions. 0:02:52.290 --> 0:02:53.030 You know that. 0:02:53.230 --> 0:02:55.540 Of course. And Kevin? Yes, sir? 0:02:56.840 --> 0:03:01.850 I smell cigarettes on you again. Please refrain from smoking 0:03:01.910 --> 0:03:02.890 before we fly. 0:03:03.010 --> 0:03:04.230 Yes, sir. It won't happen again. 0:03:04.389 --> 0:03:05.410 See that it doesn't. 0:03:06.270 --> 0:03:09.110 Thanks to the dark of night, Captain Charles misses Kevin's 0:03:09.210 --> 0:03:15.780 eye roll. Exterior, Gulfstream, 650ER, night. The sleek jet glistens 0:03:15.820 --> 0:03:18.800 on the twinkling airstrip. Parked at the base of its stairs, 0:03:19.500 --> 0:03:24.560 a six-foot-by-three-foot frosted fiberglass sarcophagus rests on a gurney. Frowning, 0:03:24.900 --> 0:03:29.139 Cliff Krantz, 42, a giant man in a $ 6, 000 Brunello 0:03:29.200 --> 0:03:32.910 Cuccinelli suit, the heavy, gives an unimpressed nod. 0:03:33.280 --> 0:03:33.940 That's it? 0:03:34.990 --> 0:03:38.810 If Idris Elba had an exact opposite, Idris Bowman, 49, 0:03:38.790 --> 0:03:39.290 would be it. 0:03:40.130 --> 0:03:40.570 Yes. 0:03:46.770 --> 0:03:47.170 Perfect. 0:03:47.910 --> 0:03:50.570 Wiping sweat off his brow, Idris peers at his Apple 0:03:50.610 --> 0:03:52.930 Watch and then back at the man-sized container. 0:03:53.740 --> 0:03:56.260 We really need to get this plugged back in. 0:03:57.080 --> 0:03:57.890 No one's stopping you. 0:03:58.320 --> 0:04:01.020 Arnie Heim, 27, a gangly, goofy fucker in a cheap 0:04:01.080 --> 0:04:02.680 velour tracksuit waves. 0:04:03.250 --> 0:04:03.910 Hi, I'm Arnie. 0:04:04.100 --> 0:04:04.560 Don't care. 0:04:06.060 --> 0:04:07.930 Soliciting Cliff for help with the pod. 0:04:09.010 --> 0:04:11.950 Would you mind? You made it this far. I'm only 0:04:11.970 --> 0:04:13.150 here to make sure you don't fuck up. 0:04:13.990 --> 0:04:15.370 It's a bit heavy. 0:04:15.770 --> 0:04:16.390 Use your legs. 0:04:16.410 --> 0:04:17.750 Right. 0:04:18.529 --> 0:04:19.510 Idris looks at Arnie. 0:04:19.790 --> 0:04:20.650 Okay, on three. 0:04:24.290 --> 0:04:27.440 One, two, three. 0:04:29.339 --> 0:04:32.300 Arnie lifts his end with ease. Idris lifts up and 0:04:32.320 --> 0:04:34.400 the container thuds to the ground. 0:04:34.500 --> 0:04:35.420 What the fuck? 0:04:36.100 --> 0:04:40.620 Sorry, I lost my grip. I told you, it's heavy. 0:04:41.760 --> 0:04:46.040 Move. He pushes Idris away, searching the end of the vessel. 0:04:46.580 --> 0:04:49.080 All your brilliant minds and nobody made a handle? 0:04:49.810 --> 0:04:52.029 It wasn't created to be moved. 0:04:56.100 --> 0:05:00.180 Cliff heaves the container up. Underneath the pod, we see 0:05:00.740 --> 0:05:02.980 a tiny, tiny hole. 0:05:03.700 --> 0:05:04.100 Let's go. 0:05:04.120 --> 0:05:08.120 Arnie and Cliff wedge the pod into the plane. Idris 0:05:08.140 --> 0:05:12.810 hurries after them. Interior, Gulfstream, 650 ER, main cabin, night. 0:05:13.620 --> 0:05:16.089 Anita greets the passengers with her work smile. 0:05:16.830 --> 0:05:21.110 Welcome, gentlemen. We've prepared a place in the back. Follow me, please. 0:05:22.100 --> 0:05:26.020 Rich woodwork gleams in soft, low light. Rows of buttery leather. 0:05:26.460 --> 0:05:30.920 Cream-colored seats beckon over exotic animal print rugs. Large oval 0:05:30.980 --> 0:05:34.490 windows line the craft's walls. With a ceiling tall enough 0:05:34.529 --> 0:05:36.610 that the two big guys don't have to hunch over, 0:05:37.010 --> 0:05:40.029 and a width of nearly nine feet, maneuvering the container 0:05:40.070 --> 0:05:41.969 is much easier here than up the stairs. 0:05:43.190 --> 0:05:46.130 There are two lavatories, one here and one aft. 0:05:46.430 --> 0:05:46.630 Aft? 0:05:47.890 --> 0:05:48.169 Back. 0:05:49.110 --> 0:05:50.789 We don't say back on a plane. 0:05:52.410 --> 0:05:53.950 Is it bad luck or something? 0:05:55.070 --> 0:05:59.130 Um, it's taken from sailing. From ships. 0:06:00.890 --> 0:06:02.250 Oh, what's in there? 0:06:03.130 --> 0:06:05.229 He points to a small room next to the cockpit. 0:06:05.910 --> 0:06:09.960 Crew quarters. Anyway, the other restroom is in the plane's 0:06:10.279 --> 0:06:11.360 aft through the galley. 0:06:12.080 --> 0:06:14.980 She gestures to a well-stocked restroom complete with a huge 0:06:15.080 --> 0:06:18.660 picture window. Arnie stops to gawk and then whistles. 0:06:21.120 --> 0:06:22.810 What a view to take a dump. 0:06:23.450 --> 0:06:28.420 It's a bathroom, you fucking moron. Keep moving. 0:06:29.779 --> 0:06:34.400 They continue their trek through the jet. Interior, Gulfstream 650 ER, 0:06:34.600 --> 0:06:38.980 living room slash bedroom, night. A plush sofa faces a 0:06:39.000 --> 0:06:42.960 60-inch flat screen. An old-fashioned popcorn machine stands tethered in 0:06:42.980 --> 0:06:46.220 the corner. Once again, Arnie pauses to take it in. 0:06:46.779 --> 0:06:49.240 Nice. Go! Jeez. 0:06:50.040 --> 0:06:53.099 Cliff's right, Arnie. Time is of the essence. 0:06:53.720 --> 0:06:56.640 Idris wrings his sweaty hands, his face carrying the word 0:06:56.680 --> 0:07:03.820 expression of an expectant father. They keep moving. Interior, Gulfstream 650ER, cockpit, night. 0:07:04.460 --> 0:07:07.670 Through the windscreen, runway lights outline their path as Captain 0:07:07.730 --> 0:07:09.530 Charles and Kevin prepare for takeoff. 0:07:10.150 --> 0:07:11.150 Left and right. 0:07:11.270 --> 0:07:11.530 Clear. 0:07:12.310 --> 0:07:16.090 Gulfstream 255, Tango, Yankee, runway 25, clear for takeoff. 0:07:16.860 --> 0:07:21.100 Runway 25 clear for takeoff, Gulfstream 255 Tango Yankee. 0:07:21.820 --> 0:07:23.660 With a cheesy wink to Kevin. 0:07:24.920 --> 0:07:26.180 Here's mud in your eye. 0:07:27.200 --> 0:07:32.420 Charles pushes the throttle. Interior, Gulfstream 650 ER galley. A 0:07:32.460 --> 0:07:36.080 few minutes later, a pulsing hum radiates from the pod. 0:07:36.900 --> 0:07:40.730 Idris double-checks the milky sarcophagus. Everything seems to be working. 0:07:41.450 --> 0:07:42.750 Cliff towers in the doorway. 0:07:43.670 --> 0:07:46.530 Where did this thing come from? Not here. 0:07:47.720 --> 0:07:51.900 Idris slides past him. Cliff grimaces at the strange container 0:07:52.370 --> 0:07:56.070 and follows the quirky little man, leaving the pod alone. 0:07:57.370 --> 0:07:59.530 A hiss seethes under the noise of the jet engine. 0:08:03.690 --> 0:08:09.010 Air oozes into that tiny hole in the bottom. Interior 0:08:09.050 --> 0:08:14.070 Gulfstream 650ER main cabin night. A nervous silence hangs over 0:08:14.090 --> 0:08:18.610 the men. Arnie's knees bounce, freeing boyish energy. He springs 0:08:18.690 --> 0:08:23.180 up and paces the aisle. Arnie inspects a handsome wooden console, 0:08:23.560 --> 0:08:24.310 roots inside it. 0:08:25.140 --> 0:08:25.560 Score. 0:08:26.080 --> 0:08:28.900 It's a liquor cabinet, stocked with rows and rows of 0:08:29.100 --> 0:08:32.319 spiritus polish vodka. He holds up a bottle. 0:08:32.720 --> 0:08:33.800 Hey, is this stuff any good? 0:08:34.420 --> 0:08:35.099 Reading the label. 0:08:35.750 --> 0:08:37.950 Damn, 190 proof? 0:08:38.090 --> 0:08:42.230 Put it back, you aren't guests. Bro. Do it, bro. 0:08:43.150 --> 0:08:44.569 Arnie sets the bottle on the console. 0:08:44.730 --> 0:08:45.170 Chill. 0:08:45.890 --> 0:08:46.569 Cliff rises. 0:08:47.230 --> 0:08:49.950 When I get back, I want to hear nothing but quiet. 0:08:50.590 --> 0:08:55.429 Cliff moves towards the interior galley night. From the doorway, 0:08:55.530 --> 0:08:58.350 Cliff glares at the pod. Something about it gives him 0:08:58.370 --> 0:09:01.500 the creeps. He scurries around it like a kid afraid 0:09:01.530 --> 0:09:04.780 of a closet monster into the laboratory and slides the 0:09:04.820 --> 0:09:10.500 door closed. The door's lock clicks. Unattended, the container purrs 0:09:10.540 --> 0:09:17.900 in the galley. And then, From within. Interior hallway next 0:09:17.920 --> 0:09:21.500 to the cockpit, night. Anita knuckles a tap on the 0:09:21.540 --> 0:09:26.560 door before entering. The interior, cockpit, night. She peeks her 0:09:26.600 --> 0:09:26.880 head in. 0:09:27.500 --> 0:09:28.800 Gentlemen, need anything? 0:09:29.179 --> 0:09:30.000 Nothing for me, hon. 0:09:31.240 --> 0:09:33.020 She rubs the bridge of her nose with her middle finger. 0:09:33.800 --> 0:09:37.840 Do we have any more of that Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee? 0:09:38.950 --> 0:09:42.530 Oh, of course. However, it'll take a little bit longer. 0:09:42.550 --> 0:09:45.109 I need to grind some beans. 0:09:45.670 --> 0:09:50.590 I'd love some. Anita leaves the room. Interior galley night. 0:09:51.390 --> 0:09:54.890 The bathroom door creeps open and Cliff's broad face pokes out. 0:09:55.820 --> 0:09:58.980 Did he hear something? He stares down at the container 0:09:59.059 --> 0:10:01.900 in front of him. and peers into its milky plexiglass. 0:10:02.840 --> 0:10:07.480 Guess not. Shuddering from a heebie-jeebie attack, Cliff bolts out 0:10:07.500 --> 0:10:12.640 of the room. The pod sits alone again. Through its 0:10:12.700 --> 0:10:19.590 cloudy cover, a vague shadow ripples. Interior Cockpit Night. Charles 0:10:19.670 --> 0:10:20.830 glances at his watch. 0:10:21.970 --> 0:10:25.250 I'm gonna see a man about a horse. Betty's in 0:10:25.270 --> 0:10:25.930 your control. 0:10:26.250 --> 0:10:26.809 My control. 0:10:27.630 --> 0:10:30.120 Charles moves out. As soon as he's out of sight, 0:10:30.559 --> 0:10:31.319 Kevin mocks him. 0:10:31.840 --> 0:10:33.839 I'm gonna see a man about a horse. 0:10:33.900 --> 0:10:35.240 What a fucking douchebag. 0:10:38.059 --> 0:10:43.030 Interior galley, night. A few minutes later, the gurgle of 0:10:43.070 --> 0:10:46.590 the coffee pot. Anita stares off, her mind a million 0:10:46.630 --> 0:10:50.490 miles away. Behind her, a stem in the color of 0:10:50.590 --> 0:10:54.069 mildewed clay finds a small hole in the pond's latch. 0:10:54.929 --> 0:11:00.970 It pokes through, pulsing at its tiny tip. Interior, main cabin, night. 0:11:01.690 --> 0:11:07.940 Captain Charles strides by the seated men, barely acknowledging them. Interior, galley, night. 0:11:08.540 --> 0:11:12.040 Charles shuts the door behind him, towering over Anita. The 0:11:12.080 --> 0:11:13.380 stem snaps back into the. 0:11:13.320 --> 0:11:15.060 Pond, unseen. 0:11:15.260 --> 0:11:16.500 May I be of service? 0:11:17.140 --> 0:11:18.059 She doesn't turn around. 0:11:18.630 --> 0:11:19.470 Took you long enough. 0:11:24.410 --> 0:11:28.520 He spins her, pulling her into him. No time to waste. 0:11:29.080 --> 0:11:36.339 He ravishes her breasts while she works his manhood. This 0:11:36.380 --> 0:11:41.940 isn't the first time they've fucked in this kitchen. Interior, pod, night. 0:11:43.000 --> 0:11:46.420 Seen through the frosted pane, Captain Charles flips Anita around, 0:11:46.620 --> 0:11:51.130 taking her from behind. He breathes into her ear. 0:11:51.590 --> 0:11:56.670 Let me grind that bean. Sweet Jesus. 0:11:57.890 --> 0:12:02.109 In the pod. From an alien POV, golden trails of 0:12:02.150 --> 0:12:06.310 energy spurt off the lover's grinding bodies. This energy-filled light 0:12:06.390 --> 0:12:14.340 floats into the pod. Whatever is in there slurps its approval. 0:12:16.880 --> 0:12:21.640 Interior galley night. Unbeknownst to the screwing couple, the gray-green 0:12:21.740 --> 0:12:25.020 fiber stretches out of the pod lock again, a throbbing 0:12:25.100 --> 0:12:30.660 knob now at its tip. Interior cockpit night. Kevin checks 0:12:30.679 --> 0:12:32.180 his watch. He mutters. 0:12:33.179 --> 0:12:34.450 Prostate issues, Grandpa? 0:12:35.640 --> 0:12:40.090 Interior galley night. Charles and Anita mash away, locked in 0:12:40.130 --> 0:12:40.950 a grunting rhythm. 0:12:41.090 --> 0:12:42.569 God, this feels good! 0:12:47.700 --> 0:12:50.880 Behind them, the foreign organ rocks from side to side, 0:12:50.920 --> 0:12:55.920 growing longer and longer. The lovers whisper. 0:12:57.710 --> 0:12:59.610 Tell me how much. 0:13:00.150 --> 0:13:00.750 Baby, you know. 0:13:01.250 --> 0:13:02.350 No, no, no, tell me. 0:13:04.270 --> 0:13:06.010 This is all I think about. 0:13:07.170 --> 0:13:08.030 Tell me you love me. 0:13:10.130 --> 0:13:11.820 Sure, yeah. 0:13:11.900 --> 0:13:12.340 Tell me. 0:13:13.700 --> 0:13:16.000 I love you. 0:13:16.580 --> 0:13:19.720 I love you, too. I can't wait for us to 0:13:19.760 --> 0:13:20.340 be together. 0:13:27.679 --> 0:13:32.800 Good morning. Interior, main cabin, night. 0:13:33.559 --> 0:13:36.740 Three men in different stages of boredom. Arnie whines. 0:13:36.820 --> 0:13:38.990 I can't believe you guys won't let me at least 0:13:39.070 --> 0:13:43.020 play Candy Crush. You were never here. You can go 0:13:43.040 --> 0:13:44.580 without your phone for an hour, God. 0:13:45.440 --> 0:13:47.220 Defeated, Arnie takes a deep breath. 0:13:48.640 --> 0:13:51.900 That coffee smells good. And I don't even like coffee. 0:13:52.280 --> 0:13:53.060 Idris inhales. 0:13:54.120 --> 0:13:55.040 It sure does. 0:13:55.620 --> 0:13:56.800 Do you think I could get a Coke? 0:13:57.200 --> 0:13:58.480 Will it make you shut up? 0:13:58.640 --> 0:13:59.100 Yeah! 0:13:59.480 --> 0:14:00.330 Arnie rockets up. 0:14:01.000 --> 0:14:02.990 Would you mind getting me a coffee, Arnie? 0:14:03.390 --> 0:14:04.190 Sure thing, Idris. 0:14:04.510 --> 0:14:08.570 Interior, living room slash bedroom, night. Arnie revels in the 0:14:08.610 --> 0:14:11.810 trappings of the billionaire rich. He sniffs out the flat 0:14:11.850 --> 0:14:15.240 screen's remote and clicks it on. Thousands of movies at 0:14:15.270 --> 0:14:18.819 his disposal. He selects the old Steve McQueen movie, The Blob. 0:14:19.600 --> 0:14:22.979 The melodramatic score covers Anita and Charles banging away on 0:14:23.000 --> 0:14:23.980 the other side of the door. 0:14:24.980 --> 0:14:25.620 Classic. 0:14:29.440 --> 0:14:31.660 Stretching out on the sofa, the light of the horror 0:14:31.720 --> 0:14:35.160 flick washes over his simple face. Artie jumps up to 0:14:35.220 --> 0:14:38.700 investigate the street vendor popcorn machine in the corner. His 0:14:38.760 --> 0:14:42.380 sleuthing uncovers oil and kernels in a nearby cabinet. He 0:14:42.420 --> 0:14:46.110 pours them into the kettle, very satisfied with himself, and 0:14:46.150 --> 0:14:51.690 switches it on. Interior cockpit night. Kevin checks his watch again. 0:14:51.830 --> 0:14:53.729 What is taking that geezer so long? 0:14:54.460 --> 0:15:01.490 Interior galley night. Charles plows into Anita. What? Nearly there, driving, thrusting. 0:15:02.250 --> 0:15:05.290 Behind the lovers, the strange tendril pushes at the latch. 0:15:05.890 --> 0:15:07.890 Anita moans. 0:15:08.340 --> 0:15:09.270 Tell me, tell me. 0:15:09.460 --> 0:15:12.100 Pulsing in time with them, the stem reaches. 0:15:12.560 --> 0:15:13.320 I love you. 0:15:15.360 --> 0:15:16.580 Stretching. 0:15:17.520 --> 0:15:18.360 Almost there. 0:15:19.600 --> 0:15:21.780 Say, Olivia. 0:15:21.800 --> 0:15:24.460 Charles moans in ecstasy. So close. 0:15:25.560 --> 0:15:26.080 Almost there. 0:15:28.520 --> 0:15:30.440 Almost. Say it. 0:15:30.480 --> 0:15:31.280 Come on, baby. 0:15:31.300 --> 0:15:34.119 Say it. 0:15:35.350 --> 0:15:36.250 I can't yet. 0:15:36.650 --> 0:15:37.690 No. 0:15:37.790 --> 0:15:42.530 Oh, Reed. Anita has her pants up in one cat-like mood. 0:15:42.690 --> 0:15:44.490 Oh, come on. 0:15:44.530 --> 0:15:45.630 Don't be like that. 0:15:45.750 --> 0:15:46.840 I can't leave her now. 0:15:47.650 --> 0:15:48.660 You're never going to leave her. 0:15:49.280 --> 0:15:53.560 She huffs out, slamming the door behind her. Charles bellows 0:15:53.600 --> 0:15:55.820 a half-hearted plea, but doesn't follow her. 0:15:55.860 --> 0:15:56.859 It's Christmas! 0:15:57.960 --> 0:16:01.440 A tentacle slides around Charles' throat and pulls with such 0:16:01.520 --> 0:16:05.070 strength that his head tears away from his body. A 0:16:05.090 --> 0:16:06.140 volcano of blood. 0:16:05.970 --> 0:16:07.490 Rushes into his. 0:16:09.310 --> 0:16:09.869 Neck. 0:16:09.930 --> 0:16:10.610 I don't know. 0:16:10.630 --> 0:16:10.850 Sure. 0:16:10.870 --> 0:16:11.290 Yeah. 0:16:11.450 --> 0:16:15.130 Interior, living room slash bedroom, night. 0:16:23.260 --> 0:16:27.820 Anita storms in, cheeks flushed from sex and rage. Her 0:16:27.960 --> 0:16:30.060 eyes land on the cheesy horror film on the screen. 0:16:31.660 --> 0:16:32.320 What are you doing? 0:16:32.540 --> 0:16:33.640 Arnie clicks the TV off. 0:16:33.900 --> 0:16:34.800 Nothing, sorry. 0:16:35.300 --> 0:16:36.480 She continues through the cabin. 0:16:37.280 --> 0:16:38.020 Can I get a Coke? 0:16:42.300 --> 0:16:44.730 Will you give me a moment? My apologies. 0:16:45.000 --> 0:16:46.230 Oh, sure, I'll just get it myself. 0:16:47.090 --> 0:16:50.090 She waves but keeps moving. The waterworks are on their 0:16:50.150 --> 0:16:55.380 way and she doesn't want the knuckle-dragger to see her cry. Pop, pop, pop. 0:16:56.280 --> 0:17:01.640 Popcorn kernel bursts in the kettle. Now for that coke. Whistling, 0:17:01.800 --> 0:17:08.220 Arnie glides the galley door open. Interior, front, nose, laboratory, night. 0:17:09.220 --> 0:17:13.900 Anita throws her heartbroken self inside, finally alone. The tears come, 0:17:14.980 --> 0:17:16.379 glaring at herself in the mirror. 0:17:18.720 --> 0:17:19.699 You dumbass! 0:17:20.240 --> 0:17:22.929 Spits at her reflection, and then quickly wipes it off. 0:17:24.710 --> 0:17:26.620 Another holiday alone. 0:17:26.630 --> 0:17:30.260 Dabbing a little water on her face, she inhales a deep, 0:17:30.480 --> 0:17:31.240 cleansing breath. 0:17:33.240 --> 0:17:34.700 You're a walking cliché. 0:17:34.720 --> 0:17:35.840 Knock, knock. 0:17:36.520 --> 0:17:38.370 If you think you can just say you're sorry. 0:17:38.700 --> 0:17:40.730 She jerks the door open. Kevin. 0:17:41.390 --> 0:17:41.650 Great. 0:17:42.810 --> 0:17:42.929 Oh. 0:17:43.490 --> 0:17:44.150 Sorry for what? 0:17:45.050 --> 0:17:45.369 Nothing. 0:17:46.390 --> 0:17:47.389 Bad time of the month? 0:17:47.690 --> 0:17:49.410 She spews a disgusted sigh. 0:17:49.430 --> 0:17:51.960 What do you want? 0:17:52.220 --> 0:17:52.940 Where's Charleston? 0:17:53.410 --> 0:17:54.050 How would I know? 0:17:54.070 --> 0:17:55.520 And who's flying the plane? 0:17:55.900 --> 0:17:57.879 It's fine. I turned on George. I need to use 0:17:57.900 --> 0:17:58.379 the can. 0:17:59.340 --> 0:18:00.540 What are you, five? 0:18:00.859 --> 0:18:02.500 You can't hold your bladder for an hour? 0:18:03.000 --> 0:18:04.740 Maybe it's not my bladder. 0:18:05.500 --> 0:18:06.740 Ugh, gross. 0:18:07.240 --> 0:18:08.560 You forgot your license, right? 0:18:09.359 --> 0:18:10.680 I'm short a few hours, but. 0:18:10.770 --> 0:18:13.250 Well, here's your chance to get some time. 0:18:15.070 --> 0:18:18.330 Fine. They trade places. 0:18:18.430 --> 0:18:18.869 Excuse me. 0:18:20.290 --> 0:18:27.720 Interior, galley, night. Arnie slides the door open to absolute carnage. 0:18:29.109 --> 0:18:32.410 Gore on every surface. It's even dripping off the ceiling. 0:18:33.170 --> 0:18:34.929 Arnie has seen a lot in his young life, but 0:18:35.090 --> 0:18:38.290 nothing like a small green blob about the size of 0:18:38.330 --> 0:18:42.369 an iPhone sprawls on Charles' chest. Rippling out of the 0:18:42.450 --> 0:18:46.210 creature are hundreds of stems. They roll and lurch into 0:18:46.310 --> 0:18:50.649 every hole of the captain's body. Arnie's jaw unhinges to 0:18:50.690 --> 0:18:52.970 release a full-throated scream. 0:19:00.030 --> 0:19:05.080 The little whippers just killed me. 0:19:06.040 --> 0:19:11.080 Interior cockpit night. Anita in Charles' seat. Cry singing. 0:19:11.100 --> 0:19:18.240 Blue Christmas without you. 0:19:21.520 --> 0:19:25.980 Interior hallway next to the cockpit. Night. Kevin grimaces on 0:19:26.020 --> 0:19:27.000 the other side of the door. 0:19:27.820 --> 0:19:28.359 Cringe. 0:19:39.730 --> 0:19:46.690 This chick is definitely going through some shit. Interior cockpit night. 0:19:47.170 --> 0:19:48.169 Kevin sticks his head in. 0:19:48.369 --> 0:19:49.970 Wow, you are a terrorist. 0:19:50.210 --> 0:19:50.470 Singer. 0:19:51.090 --> 0:19:52.290 Anita wipes her wet face. 0:19:54.850 --> 0:19:56.050 How was your little potty break? 0:19:56.510 --> 0:19:57.760 Well, it all worked out in the end. 0:19:58.859 --> 0:19:59.100 Ew! 0:19:59.890 --> 0:20:00.450 He grins. 0:20:01.170 --> 0:20:03.020 You are extra cranky tonight. 0:20:03.500 --> 0:20:05.820 You mean bitchy? You said it, not me. 0:20:05.840 --> 0:20:07.560 I thought you wanted to fly. 0:20:07.960 --> 0:20:08.600 I do, but. 0:20:09.560 --> 0:20:09.840 But what? 0:20:10.890 --> 0:20:11.150 Nothing. 0:20:11.910 --> 0:20:13.190 They sit in stony silence. 0:20:14.350 --> 0:20:17.270 This whole night's been weird, don't you think? I'm ready 0:20:17.310 --> 0:20:17.810 for a drink. 0:20:18.770 --> 0:20:19.270 What's new? 0:20:19.970 --> 0:20:20.790 What does that mean? 0:20:21.350 --> 0:20:23.350 Her condescending hand pats his shoulder. 0:20:24.350 --> 0:20:25.270 I'll go check on Charles. 0:20:26.250 --> 0:20:27.350 He waits until she's gone. 0:20:28.369 --> 0:20:30.050 It's definitely that time of the month. 0:20:36.450 --> 0:20:41.580 Interior main cabin night. Arnie's muffled scream pierces the closed door. 0:20:46.400 --> 0:20:47.820 Cliff and Idris lock eyes. 0:20:47.980 --> 0:20:48.660 Idris! 0:20:48.980 --> 0:20:49.660 Idris! 0:20:50.200 --> 0:20:53.139 Cliff jumps up, but Idris holds out his arm, shaking 0:20:53.180 --> 0:20:54.660 his head no. Don't move. 0:20:54.940 --> 0:20:55.720 He got out! 0:20:55.820 --> 0:20:57.320 Idris, he got out! 0:20:58.100 --> 0:21:00.590 Idris creeps to the doorway and whispers through it. 0:21:01.460 --> 0:21:08.220 Arnie, listen to me. Be quiet. You are only attracting 0:21:08.320 --> 0:21:09.740 attention to yourself. 0:21:11.180 --> 0:21:13.100 Okay, Tristan. 0:21:13.240 --> 0:21:16.480 Find a place to hide and stay still. 0:21:18.960 --> 0:21:20.810 We have to land the plane. What? 0:21:21.670 --> 0:21:22.370 You heard me. 0:21:22.950 --> 0:21:23.170 No. 0:21:23.830 --> 0:21:24.750 You have to deliver. 0:21:25.590 --> 0:21:26.850 That was the deal. 0:21:27.990 --> 0:21:31.310