The Castaways (2023) s01e02 Episode Script
Episode 2
1
- Wait till we get to the
island, a tropical paradise.
both:
Holme sisters.
- Did you make contact
with your sister?
- Don't worry.
She's not coming.
[explosion,
passengers screaming]
- The aircraft incurred
a mechanical failure
and then tragically sank.
- Her card's been used.
Praise God.
Buy me a flight to Fiji,
and you never have to see me
ever again.
No.
It's the pilot.
[dramatic music]
[soft music]
♪
- [sighs, sniffles]
[door opens]
[door closes]
- Is there anything else
I can get you?
Coffee?
Maybe something stronger?
- Mm-mm. No. Just
[sniffles] Just tell me
if there's any news.
- Nothing further
that I've heard.
- Uh-huh.
[sniffles]
And, um
what are the odds
of her being alive?
[sniffles]
- Oh, that's not a question
I can answer.
But search and rescue
are on the case.
Look, you'll have a dedicated
crisis-management team
that will be liaising with
all the various authorities.
They'll keep you updated.
- [exhales deeply]
[sniffles]
Okay.
Mm.
I should have been
on that flight.
- Well, I'm happy you weren't.
- [sighs]
- What happened?
How come you didn't take
the flight?
[singer vocalizing]
♪
[ominous music]
♪
- [whimpers, grunts]
[grunts]
[grunts, coughs]
♪
[panting]
[birds chirping]
[soft music]
♪
[metal groaning]
[dramatic music]
[coughs]
♪
[panting]
Hello?
Hello!
Is anybody here?
Hello!
- [grunting]
- Hey, you, you!
Hey. I need your help!
I need your help. Come on.
Keep your hand there, okay?
- [screams]
- Just keep your hand there
for me one second.
- I'm sorry.
- Don't speak.
Just relax now, okay?
Okay, I'm just gonna
tie this round.
Okay.
You go check on the others.
- [groans in pain]
- Are you listening to me?
See who needs help that way.
[tense music]
[indistinct chatter]
- Oh, God.
- [whimpering]
- Oh, God, let me help you.
- Aah!
- Sorry, my God, sorry.
- [crying] Please, my baby.
Please!
My baby.
- Oh, no.
- Please!
- Oh, God.
Oh, God.
♪
[baby crying]
Baby, it's okay.
It's okay. Shh, shh, shh.
It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay.
Shh, shh, shh.
It's okay, darling.
- [continues crying]
- You keep breathing, hmm?
Keep breathing.
[Lori speaks indistinctly]
- [crying]
- The lady's leg.
- Oh, t-there's a doctor,
just there--that guy.
- Excuse me.
Excuse me, are you the doctor?
[gasps]
Oh, God.
- Do you need help?
- This lady.
- Oh.
I'm a psychiatrist.
[flames whoosh]
- Fire, fire. There's a fire!
- Check everyone.
If anyone can walk,
get them out of here.
I'm gonna take her
to the beach,
and then I'll come back,
okay, okay?
- Okay, okay. Yeah.
- Come on. Here we go.
Here we go.
[groans in pain, sobs]
♪
- Oh.
[flames whooshing]
♪
- [shouts]
- Oh, God.
Sorry, there's a fire.
- Move.
- Let's have a look.
Come on, here.
Take it. Take it.
- Please. Help me.
- It's just the woman
and the two men.
- There's just three?
Three left?
- Yeah.
- Three.
- [screaming]
- [straining forcefully]
- [continues screaming]
[fire extinguisher whooshing]
♪
- [groaning]
- Are you okay?
- [groans in pain]
What--what is it?
- Nothing. It's okay.
Shh.
- I'm so sorry.
- No--what? No.
You have nothing
to apologize for.
[indistinct chatter]
I need help here!
- [groans]
- It's okay. It's okay.
- Please tell my family
I love them.
- No. You can tell them.
Hurry!
- I shouldn't have
gone along with it.
- Shouldn't have gone along
with what?
- [chokes]
- No, no, no, no, no.
No, no, stop it. Come on.
Stop it. No, it's okay.
- Miss, your baby's fine.
Your baby's fine.
We're gonna--
- Please, my baby.
- Come on, Kaali.
Come on.
Come on. Come on, Kaali.
Come on. Come on, Kaali.
[grunting]
- I think she's gone.
- No, no, no, she was fine.
She was fine when I left her.
What was she--
what was she saying to you?
You were talking to her.
What was she--
what was she saying to you?
- Sorry. She said sorry.
- This girl needs
medical attention now.
- Okay.
Okay, okay, there's got to be
a town or something, a
a resort.
Say something.
You're the pilot.
♪
- Kaali.
[baby crying]
- Excuse me.
Excuse me. We need to get help.
Can you stop
doing that, please?
We--we need to find a hotel
or something here.
Oh, Jesus. Oh, God.
Sorry, sorry.
[gasping]
[distant telephone ringing]
[indistinct chatter]
- I need Detective Tawaki.
She's in charge
of the investigation
into the missing plane
with all the missing people
that you don't have
any posters up for.
- That investigation
was shut down.
- Right, well, the pilot,
Mike Brasse,
who you all decided is dead,
he's alive.
- [sighs]
- Dude, you need to find him
and question him.
I mean, what's he hiding,
right?
He lives 10 minutes away.
He could be home right now.
- How do you know
where he lives?
- Who cares?
I-I have proof
that he is alive,
that he is here on Viti Levu.
Now get me Tawaki!
[door opens]
- Hey, lady, you can't go
through there!
- Detective!
Detective, you will
not believe this.
- Erin Holme.
What a coincidence.
I guess we know now
why you missed the flight.
[suspenseful music]
♪
Perhaps we should have
a little chat in my office.
- [sighs]
- Miss Holme.
[engine turning over, rumbling]
- Oh, to hell with it.
♪
[insects chirping]
- You're supposed to land
on a runway, no?
[indistinct chatter]
There was definitely a runway.
- [exhales sharply]
Here. Here.
- Don't worry. Don't worry.
- [whimpering]
- These will help
with the pain.
Let me help you.
Here.
Benzos.
I knew being a total mess
would come in handy one day.
Look, I am gonna
get you help, okay?
- [cries]
- Are you okay?
- Just don't leave her alone.
- Ah, still no phone signal.
We need to find higher ground.
[insects buzzing,
birds chirping]
- This isn't Limaji.
- This isn't anywhere.
What the fuck is going
on here, Captain?
- We must be somewhere.
Show us.
- Okay.
We took off
from the mainland here.
This was our flight
path to Limaji.
The plane went into what's
called an unusual attitude
around here, meaning
I lost control of it.
Flap actuator malfunctioned.
We had no lift. Drag increased.
Honest--it was all I could do
to keep us airborne.
We dipped below the radar here,
which is where we parted
company with the flight path.
We banked sharply here.
Then a 50-knot gale,
out of nowhere.
We were struck by lightning.
The surge protection
must have failed.
We lost power, and
here we are.
- And where exactly
is here, Skipper?
- My guess--
an island somewhere around
- Well, what's it called?
- It won't have a name.
- Why wouldn't it have a name?
- Because it's uninhabited.
Riptides to the east
and the west--
hard to fish here.
It's why you don't see
any boats.
- We haven't even
bothered to look around.
- No electricity pylons,
cultivated land,
no evidence of human existence.
[suspenseful music]
♪
How far off course did we get?
- I'd feel more comfortable
if there wasn't a hunting knife
involved in this conversation.
♪
About 500 klicks.
- [laughs]
But, um, when we
don't land in Limaji,
I mean, they'll--they'll come
looking for us, right?
They'll send search parties
and that?
- Oh, they'll throw everything
in finding us--
helicopters, search planes,
commercial shipping.
It's just--
- They'll be looking
in the wrong place.
♪
- [sighs]
[motor shuts off]
[distant dogs barking]
[insects buzzing]
- Mike?
[tense music]
♪
- What the hell are you doing
in my dad's house?
[animals chattering]
- [breathing heavily]
- I'll, uh--I'll double-check
for survivors.
[baby fussing]
- Any luck? I couldn't get
a word out of him.
- There is nothing here.
There's no hotels,
no hospitals, nothing.
- Oh, God.
She's going to lose the leg
if she isn't operated on soon.
I mean, I could try
and reset it,
but it's 30 years
since I worked in an ER.
- But you have worked in one?
Look, if she's gonna
lose it anyway
- Oh, God.
Okay.
I'll need bandages, a splint,
uh, alcohol
to sterilize my hands,
something to sew up the wound,
and, uh, maybe there's
a medical kit.
- Okay, uh, okay, I can go
and check on the plane.
Um, break it to her gently.
- Okay.
- Wait.
I'm calling the police.
- Yeah, you go right ahead.
You can explain to them why he
hasn't told anyone he's back.
- What did you say?
- Your dad.
He's alive.
- [gasps]
What?
- Wha--sorry.
I presumed you were--
Look, My name is Erin Holme.
My sister was also
on flight 281.
- [sniffles]
[grunts]
- What's your name?
- I'm Natasha.
- Natasha.
I didn't break in.
It was like this
when I got here.
He must have been injured
when he got washed up,
didn't have keys,
and broke in to fix himself up.
- [scoffs, sniffles]
So where the fuck is he?
- Well, I was going to ask you.
This was in Suva
three weeks ago,
so he could be anywhere.
Although it's not like
he can use his passport.
His face is all over.
- How did you find this?
- He used
my sister's credit card.
- Did you tell the police?
- Not yet.
- [scoffs]
- You don't know
where he might be?
- I wouldn't know.
We weren't--
aren't close.
Just since he went missing,
sometimes I drive by,
in case.
[sniffles]
Today I saw the broken door,
and I stopped.
- Well, it looks like
he's gone fishing.
- Hardly narrows it down.
- He always goes
to the same river.
What's it called?
- The Sigatoka
the Rewa
The Ba?
- The Ba.
The Ba River.
That's where he goes.
- How do you know that?
- I've been obsessed
with this whole thing
ever since the plane
went missing.
It's amazing what you
can find out on the Internet.
[suspenseful music]
- Where are you staying?
I'll call you as soon
as I find anything.
- I'm not going back
to the hotel.
You wouldn't even know he was
alive if it wasn't for me.
Sorry.
I want to find my sister.
I'm coming.
[engine turns over]
[Lori breathing heavily]
- Oh, thanks.
[baby fussing]
- Shh, shh, shh.
- Uh
we--we couldn't find
a hospital, so the doctor--
wha--what--sorry.
What was your name?
- Jack.
- Jack is gonna
reset your leg.
It's okay.
He's--he's done it before.
And it will be
over very quick--
be over really quickly,
won't it, Jack?
- No, no, no, no, no.
No, no.
- Ahh.
- Sweetheart.
- Please, no, no,
no, no, please.
- It'll be okay.
- Someone needs
to take the child.
- Please!
- Me? No.
- Someone needs to act quickly.
- All right, I'll help.
But just not that.
[baby crying]
- Come on. It's okay.
I'll take him.
- He's called Sonny.
If I don't--
- You're going to be fine.
You'll both make it home, okay?
We all will.
- [whimpering]
- Hey, what--
uh, what's your name?
- [sobs]
[baby crying]
- Amber.
- Hey, Amber.
Uh, I'm Daniel.
What do I do?
- What do you think
you're doing?
- Inventory.
- Do you mind getting your
hands out of my things?
- I'm going through everyone's.
- Yeah, without asking.
- Here, take it.
- That's mine. Give it to me.
It was my dad's lighter.
Give it to me.
- Seems to be
the only one we have.
[tense music]
♪
Do I scare you?
I should.
Everyone should.
[baby crying]
- Three
two
one.
[bone cracks]
- [screaming]
- You must be excited
to see your dad again.
This definitely beats
staying up all night
doomscrolling
about faulty de-icing systems
and missing pilot psych evals.
Thank you.
- What did I do?
- It's just--it's good
to be doing something.
- [chuckles softly]
[insects chirping]
- 15 bottles of water,
8 microwave meals,
5 sandwiches,
and a few packets of nuts.
- She's burning up.
Tonight let's take turns
to watch over her.
- That fucking guy.
Does he have to put them there?
- Shit.
I thought I recognized him.
Felix Vatubua.
His family's a big deal
in Fiji tourism.
Only Felix wasn't exactly
running dolphin tours.
Joined the British Army.
- Ah, so he's a trained killer.
Perfect.
- It gets worse.
He lost it in some shootout
in Afghanistan.
Word is he killed
three of his own men.
- They should know.
- They should know what?
- I don't want to make
a big deal about it.
- He pulled a blade on Lori.
- He did what?
- He what?
- I moved your wife
off the plane.
We'll have to salvage stuff
from it,
so better to clear it out.
[breathing heavily]
Should move camp first thing,
though.
They won't smell
too pretty soon.
- Is that a spear gun, Felix?
- How do you know my name?
- I live in Fiji, mate.
Everyone knows Vatubua.
- Then you should
know it's Vatu-boo-a.
♪
[weapons clatter]
Hope you all sleep
a lot easier now.
♪
[baby crying]
- Amber?
- Still fighting.
- [sighs]
What's going on?
- We're gonna set up camp
on the next beach.
Maybe you can help
build the shelter.
- Shelter?
No, we should be
trying to get home.
What if a plane flies over?
How are we gonna
make it see us?
- Priorities--
we need food, water.
- And what about
what Amber needs?
- I'd feel a lot better
if she had some antibiotics.
- Yeah.
So we should be trying
to build a fire
that you can see
from fucking space.
- Lori, we must stick together.
- I'm not sitting around and
letting that boy lose his mum.
[grunting]
[suspenseful music]
♪
Yes.
[cell phone ringing]
Oh, my God.
[ringing continues]
♪
[car horns honking]
[cell phone buzzing]
- Peter, you owe me
the biggest apology
in the history of apologies.
- Why didn't
you tell me, Erin?
- What? Tell you about what?
- You and the pilot.
[scoffs]
You've gone viral.
Congratulations.
♪
You look like
you're hiding something.
The person
who has relentlessly pushed
the narrative
there is something odd
about the plane crash
was with the pilot
the night before the flight
and forgot to mention it.
- Oh, I have to go.
- Erin,
why didn't you tell me?
Are you hiding something?
[line clicks]
Erin?
[sighs]
- No one's seen him
round here.
- Hey!
- Whoa, there. Easy.
- How the fuck do you
explain this?
- Because
I knew she was going to be
on the plane.
- Why have you got
my sister's phone?
- I was at your hotel
the night before the flight.
She came in, had a drink,
left her phone at the bar.
- Why didn't you tell me?
- Because I've kind of had
a lot on my plate.
I'm sorry.
I should have told you.
- Erin doesn't do
just one drink.
- Well, maybe she had more.
I was having a meeting
at the hotel, and she came in.
A bit after, she left.
We didn't even speak.
- No. Bullshit!
You must have spoke to know she
was going to be on the plane.
- All right.
Okay.
You two
had had a pretty big
bust-up, right?
- What, she--
she told you about it?
- She spared me
the gory details,
but she did mention the trip,
which is why I thought,
when I saw the phone,
I'd give it to her
the next day, but--
- What did she say
about our fight?
- Lori, I'm not gonna do--
- What did she say?
- She said
[scoffs]
[sighs]
She said
you two had had fights before,
bad ones,
but she wasn't sure
this one was fixable.
[somber music]
♪
Right.
♪
- [crying]
- Natasha, wait.
There's something
you need to know.
I didn't find out about your
dad's favorite fishing spot
from a conspiracy chat room.
He told me about it himself
The night before the flight.
[dramatic music]
♪
I'm so sorry.
He's got a little hut
just north of here
right on the river--
green with a red, sloping roof.
Apparently you can't miss it.
I'm really sorry.
I thought maybe
we'd just drive past,
and I'd be like,
maybe it's that one.
[engine turns over]
[Amber murmuring]
- It's okay. Shh, shh, shh.
The leg's fixed.
Your baby's here.
It's all gonna be okay.
- You really miss
your sister, huh?
- I left so many messages
begging Erin to come
to the plane.
She didn't get a single one.
She's out there
thinking I hate her, and
[crying] There's nothing
I can do about it.
There's nothing I can do
about anything.
- Hey, now.
[baby coos]
- It was a comfort to her
to know that you had 'em.
- Is there nothing more
we can do for her?
- Without antibiotics
pray.
[baby crying]
- Oh. Oh.
- [wailing]
- Poor little guy.
It's like he knows.
- They found a stream inland.
Maybe a wash
might calm him down a bit.
- Yeah, him and me both.
- [chuckles]
[baby continues crying]
- Come on.
Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
[soft music]
♪
[tense music]
♪
[rustling]
♪
[baby cooing]
♪
[cooing continues]
[hissing]
♪
[snarls]
- I'm just not convinced
that arming the T-1000
is entirely prudent.
- What, are you
gonna fish for us?
- What, me?
Lori, what is it?
- Easy now.
What happened?
[baby crying]
- [breathing heavily]
Crocodiles.
- [laughing]
Crocodiles.
And he's done it. He's done it.
Great, great.
Great.
You're not serious.
- Saltwater crocs.
They could smell the bodies.
[somber music]
♪
- Do you want to take her?
- I can't.
- She was your friend.
♪
- I gotta go check on Amber.
- No, hold on.
♪
- She'd have been perfect here.
Strong but kind, unafraid.
If she were alive,
apart from insisting
that you all learn
to play bridge,
she'd have said
we owe it to the dead
to look after each other,
to share our food, our water,
but most of all
to survive.
♪
- A green cabin
with a red, sloping roof.
[parking brake clicks]
[engine shuts off]
Natasha, can you say something?
I didn't mean to mislead you.
The detective asked me
why I didn't make the flight,
and I just--
- Lied.
- Didn't tell the truth.
You have no idea.
The whole thing snowballed.
There was press everywhere,
consulate officials,
investigators.
I mean, there wasn't
the right time to come clean.
You're about
to see your father.
Some of us
don't have that luxury.
- How many times--
we aren't close.
- Well, that's not
how he sees it.
He told me that he loves you,
more than once.
So whatever it is that
went down between you two,
you can fix it if you want.
- Looks like someone's home.
Hello?
I'll do a sweep outside.
You wait here.
- A sweep?
[scoffs] All right,
"Zero Dark Thirty."
What the fuck?
[suspenseful music]
♪
"Love, Natasha."
Any luck?
- No.
Bike's still here, though.
- Probably be home soon.
I'm gonna go check
by the river and see--
- I've obviously
already checked there.
- Okay, well, I might just go.
- Don't take another step.
- [scoffs]
- You just
wouldn't take the hint
and fuck off
would you, Erin?
It's a shame.
I liked you.
- Wait.
There's money--shit tons of it.
Just put the gun down,
and I'll show you where it is.
- [exhales sharply]
- Did you have to tell her
about the bloody money?
[thuds loudly]
[soft music]
♪
[lighter clicking]
♪
- To Heather.
- To Heather.
- To Heather.
[lighter continues clicking]
- Stop.
We need it to last.
- You okay?
- Yeah, it just hit me.
We don't know
each other at all.
- It's true.
In my head, I've been
calling you "pilot guy."
"Nice old guy."
- [chuckles]
- And what was your name
for me--
"boring business guy"?
- Is that all you are?
- Pretty much.
My company owns
a hotel in Limaji.
I was headed to a wild meeting
about resort expansion.
- Until the universe
stepped in.
- Cheers for ruining my life.
- [chuckles]
- And who are you, Mike Brasse?
- Me?
"Pilot guy" sounds accurate.
- No one's just their job.
- I love my fishing.
Cold beer on the Ba River.
Quiet life, you know?
With me, what you see
is what you get.
- [sighs]
- That run-in with
the crocodile shook you up.
[grunts]
- Did you see how he was
with Kaali's body?
He couldn't even look at her.
- We all deal
with death differently.
- Mm. Kaali said something
to me before she died.
She--she said she should never
have gone along with it.
And then there's
this whole thing
about having my sister's phone.
- And you think--
- It just--there's something
not right here.
- Well, maybe she was thinking
about an old boyfriend
or a fight with her mom.
People say all kinds of things
when they die.
- No, she wanted me
to know something.
- Imagine how he feels.
Kaali was his friend.
He probably knows
her husband, her parents.
Imagine his guilt.
No wonder he couldn't look her
in the face.
He needs our support,
not our blame.
And, anyway,
if we are to survive this,
we have to trust each other.
[dramatic music]
♪
- Boat.
Boat. Boat!
Boat!
There's a fucking boat!
[laughs]
- The ridge.
♪
- [groans]
[tense music]
Mike!
[engine turns over]
Mike, please. She'll kill me.
- I'll kill you!
[gunshot]
[engine rumbling]
♪
[gunshot]
[gunshots]
- [breathing heavily]
[excited chatter]
- Come on, hurry up.
- Yes.
- Come on, Lori.
- Come on.
- Okay, okay.
- Nice work, lozza.
Let's get it lit.
- Is the boat still there?
- Yeah. Sure is.
- We're going home!
Hurry!
- I'm trying.
I can't--
- Come on, you bastards!
We're over here!
- They'll never hear you.
- I know.
It just feels good to shout.
- Come and get us, you idiots!
- Idiots!
- I can't find the lighter.
- No, it's in the bag.
It's in the bag.
- No, it isn't.
- It's got to be in there.
It must be.
I saw you put it in there.
It's got to be in there.
[soft tense music]
- I did.
But someone took it.
♪
- Wait till we get to the
island, a tropical paradise.
both:
Holme sisters.
- Did you make contact
with your sister?
- Don't worry.
She's not coming.
[explosion,
passengers screaming]
- The aircraft incurred
a mechanical failure
and then tragically sank.
- Her card's been used.
Praise God.
Buy me a flight to Fiji,
and you never have to see me
ever again.
No.
It's the pilot.
[dramatic music]
[soft music]
♪
- [sighs, sniffles]
[door opens]
[door closes]
- Is there anything else
I can get you?
Coffee?
Maybe something stronger?
- Mm-mm. No. Just
[sniffles] Just tell me
if there's any news.
- Nothing further
that I've heard.
- Uh-huh.
[sniffles]
And, um
what are the odds
of her being alive?
[sniffles]
- Oh, that's not a question
I can answer.
But search and rescue
are on the case.
Look, you'll have a dedicated
crisis-management team
that will be liaising with
all the various authorities.
They'll keep you updated.
- [exhales deeply]
[sniffles]
Okay.
Mm.
I should have been
on that flight.
- Well, I'm happy you weren't.
- [sighs]
- What happened?
How come you didn't take
the flight?
[singer vocalizing]
♪
[ominous music]
♪
- [whimpers, grunts]
[grunts]
[grunts, coughs]
♪
[panting]
[birds chirping]
[soft music]
♪
[metal groaning]
[dramatic music]
[coughs]
♪
[panting]
Hello?
Hello!
Is anybody here?
Hello!
- [grunting]
- Hey, you, you!
Hey. I need your help!
I need your help. Come on.
Keep your hand there, okay?
- [screams]
- Just keep your hand there
for me one second.
- I'm sorry.
- Don't speak.
Just relax now, okay?
Okay, I'm just gonna
tie this round.
Okay.
You go check on the others.
- [groans in pain]
- Are you listening to me?
See who needs help that way.
[tense music]
[indistinct chatter]
- Oh, God.
- [whimpering]
- Oh, God, let me help you.
- Aah!
- Sorry, my God, sorry.
- [crying] Please, my baby.
Please!
My baby.
- Oh, no.
- Please!
- Oh, God.
Oh, God.
♪
[baby crying]
Baby, it's okay.
It's okay. Shh, shh, shh.
It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay.
Shh, shh, shh.
It's okay, darling.
- [continues crying]
- You keep breathing, hmm?
Keep breathing.
[Lori speaks indistinctly]
- [crying]
- The lady's leg.
- Oh, t-there's a doctor,
just there--that guy.
- Excuse me.
Excuse me, are you the doctor?
[gasps]
Oh, God.
- Do you need help?
- This lady.
- Oh.
I'm a psychiatrist.
[flames whoosh]
- Fire, fire. There's a fire!
- Check everyone.
If anyone can walk,
get them out of here.
I'm gonna take her
to the beach,
and then I'll come back,
okay, okay?
- Okay, okay. Yeah.
- Come on. Here we go.
Here we go.
[groans in pain, sobs]
♪
- Oh.
[flames whooshing]
♪
- [shouts]
- Oh, God.
Sorry, there's a fire.
- Move.
- Let's have a look.
Come on, here.
Take it. Take it.
- Please. Help me.
- It's just the woman
and the two men.
- There's just three?
Three left?
- Yeah.
- Three.
- [screaming]
- [straining forcefully]
- [continues screaming]
[fire extinguisher whooshing]
♪
- [groaning]
- Are you okay?
- [groans in pain]
What--what is it?
- Nothing. It's okay.
Shh.
- I'm so sorry.
- No--what? No.
You have nothing
to apologize for.
[indistinct chatter]
I need help here!
- [groans]
- It's okay. It's okay.
- Please tell my family
I love them.
- No. You can tell them.
Hurry!
- I shouldn't have
gone along with it.
- Shouldn't have gone along
with what?
- [chokes]
- No, no, no, no, no.
No, no, stop it. Come on.
Stop it. No, it's okay.
- Miss, your baby's fine.
Your baby's fine.
We're gonna--
- Please, my baby.
- Come on, Kaali.
Come on.
Come on. Come on, Kaali.
Come on. Come on, Kaali.
[grunting]
- I think she's gone.
- No, no, no, she was fine.
She was fine when I left her.
What was she--
what was she saying to you?
You were talking to her.
What was she--
what was she saying to you?
- Sorry. She said sorry.
- This girl needs
medical attention now.
- Okay.
Okay, okay, there's got to be
a town or something, a
a resort.
Say something.
You're the pilot.
♪
- Kaali.
[baby crying]
- Excuse me.
Excuse me. We need to get help.
Can you stop
doing that, please?
We--we need to find a hotel
or something here.
Oh, Jesus. Oh, God.
Sorry, sorry.
[gasping]
[distant telephone ringing]
[indistinct chatter]
- I need Detective Tawaki.
She's in charge
of the investigation
into the missing plane
with all the missing people
that you don't have
any posters up for.
- That investigation
was shut down.
- Right, well, the pilot,
Mike Brasse,
who you all decided is dead,
he's alive.
- [sighs]
- Dude, you need to find him
and question him.
I mean, what's he hiding,
right?
He lives 10 minutes away.
He could be home right now.
- How do you know
where he lives?
- Who cares?
I-I have proof
that he is alive,
that he is here on Viti Levu.
Now get me Tawaki!
[door opens]
- Hey, lady, you can't go
through there!
- Detective!
Detective, you will
not believe this.
- Erin Holme.
What a coincidence.
I guess we know now
why you missed the flight.
[suspenseful music]
♪
Perhaps we should have
a little chat in my office.
- [sighs]
- Miss Holme.
[engine turning over, rumbling]
- Oh, to hell with it.
♪
[insects chirping]
- You're supposed to land
on a runway, no?
[indistinct chatter]
There was definitely a runway.
- [exhales sharply]
Here. Here.
- Don't worry. Don't worry.
- [whimpering]
- These will help
with the pain.
Let me help you.
Here.
Benzos.
I knew being a total mess
would come in handy one day.
Look, I am gonna
get you help, okay?
- [cries]
- Are you okay?
- Just don't leave her alone.
- Ah, still no phone signal.
We need to find higher ground.
[insects buzzing,
birds chirping]
- This isn't Limaji.
- This isn't anywhere.
What the fuck is going
on here, Captain?
- We must be somewhere.
Show us.
- Okay.
We took off
from the mainland here.
This was our flight
path to Limaji.
The plane went into what's
called an unusual attitude
around here, meaning
I lost control of it.
Flap actuator malfunctioned.
We had no lift. Drag increased.
Honest--it was all I could do
to keep us airborne.
We dipped below the radar here,
which is where we parted
company with the flight path.
We banked sharply here.
Then a 50-knot gale,
out of nowhere.
We were struck by lightning.
The surge protection
must have failed.
We lost power, and
here we are.
- And where exactly
is here, Skipper?
- My guess--
an island somewhere around
- Well, what's it called?
- It won't have a name.
- Why wouldn't it have a name?
- Because it's uninhabited.
Riptides to the east
and the west--
hard to fish here.
It's why you don't see
any boats.
- We haven't even
bothered to look around.
- No electricity pylons,
cultivated land,
no evidence of human existence.
[suspenseful music]
♪
How far off course did we get?
- I'd feel more comfortable
if there wasn't a hunting knife
involved in this conversation.
♪
About 500 klicks.
- [laughs]
But, um, when we
don't land in Limaji,
I mean, they'll--they'll come
looking for us, right?
They'll send search parties
and that?
- Oh, they'll throw everything
in finding us--
helicopters, search planes,
commercial shipping.
It's just--
- They'll be looking
in the wrong place.
♪
- [sighs]
[motor shuts off]
[distant dogs barking]
[insects buzzing]
- Mike?
[tense music]
♪
- What the hell are you doing
in my dad's house?
[animals chattering]
- [breathing heavily]
- I'll, uh--I'll double-check
for survivors.
[baby fussing]
- Any luck? I couldn't get
a word out of him.
- There is nothing here.
There's no hotels,
no hospitals, nothing.
- Oh, God.
She's going to lose the leg
if she isn't operated on soon.
I mean, I could try
and reset it,
but it's 30 years
since I worked in an ER.
- But you have worked in one?
Look, if she's gonna
lose it anyway
- Oh, God.
Okay.
I'll need bandages, a splint,
uh, alcohol
to sterilize my hands,
something to sew up the wound,
and, uh, maybe there's
a medical kit.
- Okay, uh, okay, I can go
and check on the plane.
Um, break it to her gently.
- Okay.
- Wait.
I'm calling the police.
- Yeah, you go right ahead.
You can explain to them why he
hasn't told anyone he's back.
- What did you say?
- Your dad.
He's alive.
- [gasps]
What?
- Wha--sorry.
I presumed you were--
Look, My name is Erin Holme.
My sister was also
on flight 281.
- [sniffles]
[grunts]
- What's your name?
- I'm Natasha.
- Natasha.
I didn't break in.
It was like this
when I got here.
He must have been injured
when he got washed up,
didn't have keys,
and broke in to fix himself up.
- [scoffs, sniffles]
So where the fuck is he?
- Well, I was going to ask you.
This was in Suva
three weeks ago,
so he could be anywhere.
Although it's not like
he can use his passport.
His face is all over.
- How did you find this?
- He used
my sister's credit card.
- Did you tell the police?
- Not yet.
- [scoffs]
- You don't know
where he might be?
- I wouldn't know.
We weren't--
aren't close.
Just since he went missing,
sometimes I drive by,
in case.
[sniffles]
Today I saw the broken door,
and I stopped.
- Well, it looks like
he's gone fishing.
- Hardly narrows it down.
- He always goes
to the same river.
What's it called?
- The Sigatoka
the Rewa
The Ba?
- The Ba.
The Ba River.
That's where he goes.
- How do you know that?
- I've been obsessed
with this whole thing
ever since the plane
went missing.
It's amazing what you
can find out on the Internet.
[suspenseful music]
- Where are you staying?
I'll call you as soon
as I find anything.
- I'm not going back
to the hotel.
You wouldn't even know he was
alive if it wasn't for me.
Sorry.
I want to find my sister.
I'm coming.
[engine turns over]
[Lori breathing heavily]
- Oh, thanks.
[baby fussing]
- Shh, shh, shh.
- Uh
we--we couldn't find
a hospital, so the doctor--
wha--what--sorry.
What was your name?
- Jack.
- Jack is gonna
reset your leg.
It's okay.
He's--he's done it before.
And it will be
over very quick--
be over really quickly,
won't it, Jack?
- No, no, no, no, no.
No, no.
- Ahh.
- Sweetheart.
- Please, no, no,
no, no, please.
- It'll be okay.
- Someone needs
to take the child.
- Please!
- Me? No.
- Someone needs to act quickly.
- All right, I'll help.
But just not that.
[baby crying]
- Come on. It's okay.
I'll take him.
- He's called Sonny.
If I don't--
- You're going to be fine.
You'll both make it home, okay?
We all will.
- [whimpering]
- Hey, what--
uh, what's your name?
- [sobs]
[baby crying]
- Amber.
- Hey, Amber.
Uh, I'm Daniel.
What do I do?
- What do you think
you're doing?
- Inventory.
- Do you mind getting your
hands out of my things?
- I'm going through everyone's.
- Yeah, without asking.
- Here, take it.
- That's mine. Give it to me.
It was my dad's lighter.
Give it to me.
- Seems to be
the only one we have.
[tense music]
♪
Do I scare you?
I should.
Everyone should.
[baby crying]
- Three
two
one.
[bone cracks]
- [screaming]
- You must be excited
to see your dad again.
This definitely beats
staying up all night
doomscrolling
about faulty de-icing systems
and missing pilot psych evals.
Thank you.
- What did I do?
- It's just--it's good
to be doing something.
- [chuckles softly]
[insects chirping]
- 15 bottles of water,
8 microwave meals,
5 sandwiches,
and a few packets of nuts.
- She's burning up.
Tonight let's take turns
to watch over her.
- That fucking guy.
Does he have to put them there?
- Shit.
I thought I recognized him.
Felix Vatubua.
His family's a big deal
in Fiji tourism.
Only Felix wasn't exactly
running dolphin tours.
Joined the British Army.
- Ah, so he's a trained killer.
Perfect.
- It gets worse.
He lost it in some shootout
in Afghanistan.
Word is he killed
three of his own men.
- They should know.
- They should know what?
- I don't want to make
a big deal about it.
- He pulled a blade on Lori.
- He did what?
- He what?
- I moved your wife
off the plane.
We'll have to salvage stuff
from it,
so better to clear it out.
[breathing heavily]
Should move camp first thing,
though.
They won't smell
too pretty soon.
- Is that a spear gun, Felix?
- How do you know my name?
- I live in Fiji, mate.
Everyone knows Vatubua.
- Then you should
know it's Vatu-boo-a.
♪
[weapons clatter]
Hope you all sleep
a lot easier now.
♪
[baby crying]
- Amber?
- Still fighting.
- [sighs]
What's going on?
- We're gonna set up camp
on the next beach.
Maybe you can help
build the shelter.
- Shelter?
No, we should be
trying to get home.
What if a plane flies over?
How are we gonna
make it see us?
- Priorities--
we need food, water.
- And what about
what Amber needs?
- I'd feel a lot better
if she had some antibiotics.
- Yeah.
So we should be trying
to build a fire
that you can see
from fucking space.
- Lori, we must stick together.
- I'm not sitting around and
letting that boy lose his mum.
[grunting]
[suspenseful music]
♪
Yes.
[cell phone ringing]
Oh, my God.
[ringing continues]
♪
[car horns honking]
[cell phone buzzing]
- Peter, you owe me
the biggest apology
in the history of apologies.
- Why didn't
you tell me, Erin?
- What? Tell you about what?
- You and the pilot.
[scoffs]
You've gone viral.
Congratulations.
♪
You look like
you're hiding something.
The person
who has relentlessly pushed
the narrative
there is something odd
about the plane crash
was with the pilot
the night before the flight
and forgot to mention it.
- Oh, I have to go.
- Erin,
why didn't you tell me?
Are you hiding something?
[line clicks]
Erin?
[sighs]
- No one's seen him
round here.
- Hey!
- Whoa, there. Easy.
- How the fuck do you
explain this?
- Because
I knew she was going to be
on the plane.
- Why have you got
my sister's phone?
- I was at your hotel
the night before the flight.
She came in, had a drink,
left her phone at the bar.
- Why didn't you tell me?
- Because I've kind of had
a lot on my plate.
I'm sorry.
I should have told you.
- Erin doesn't do
just one drink.
- Well, maybe she had more.
I was having a meeting
at the hotel, and she came in.
A bit after, she left.
We didn't even speak.
- No. Bullshit!
You must have spoke to know she
was going to be on the plane.
- All right.
Okay.
You two
had had a pretty big
bust-up, right?
- What, she--
she told you about it?
- She spared me
the gory details,
but she did mention the trip,
which is why I thought,
when I saw the phone,
I'd give it to her
the next day, but--
- What did she say
about our fight?
- Lori, I'm not gonna do--
- What did she say?
- She said
[scoffs]
[sighs]
She said
you two had had fights before,
bad ones,
but she wasn't sure
this one was fixable.
[somber music]
♪
Right.
♪
- [crying]
- Natasha, wait.
There's something
you need to know.
I didn't find out about your
dad's favorite fishing spot
from a conspiracy chat room.
He told me about it himself
The night before the flight.
[dramatic music]
♪
I'm so sorry.
He's got a little hut
just north of here
right on the river--
green with a red, sloping roof.
Apparently you can't miss it.
I'm really sorry.
I thought maybe
we'd just drive past,
and I'd be like,
maybe it's that one.
[engine turns over]
[Amber murmuring]
- It's okay. Shh, shh, shh.
The leg's fixed.
Your baby's here.
It's all gonna be okay.
- You really miss
your sister, huh?
- I left so many messages
begging Erin to come
to the plane.
She didn't get a single one.
She's out there
thinking I hate her, and
[crying] There's nothing
I can do about it.
There's nothing I can do
about anything.
- Hey, now.
[baby coos]
- It was a comfort to her
to know that you had 'em.
- Is there nothing more
we can do for her?
- Without antibiotics
pray.
[baby crying]
- Oh. Oh.
- [wailing]
- Poor little guy.
It's like he knows.
- They found a stream inland.
Maybe a wash
might calm him down a bit.
- Yeah, him and me both.
- [chuckles]
[baby continues crying]
- Come on.
Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
[soft music]
♪
[tense music]
♪
[rustling]
♪
[baby cooing]
♪
[cooing continues]
[hissing]
♪
[snarls]
- I'm just not convinced
that arming the T-1000
is entirely prudent.
- What, are you
gonna fish for us?
- What, me?
Lori, what is it?
- Easy now.
What happened?
[baby crying]
- [breathing heavily]
Crocodiles.
- [laughing]
Crocodiles.
And he's done it. He's done it.
Great, great.
Great.
You're not serious.
- Saltwater crocs.
They could smell the bodies.
[somber music]
♪
- Do you want to take her?
- I can't.
- She was your friend.
♪
- I gotta go check on Amber.
- No, hold on.
♪
- She'd have been perfect here.
Strong but kind, unafraid.
If she were alive,
apart from insisting
that you all learn
to play bridge,
she'd have said
we owe it to the dead
to look after each other,
to share our food, our water,
but most of all
to survive.
♪
- A green cabin
with a red, sloping roof.
[parking brake clicks]
[engine shuts off]
Natasha, can you say something?
I didn't mean to mislead you.
The detective asked me
why I didn't make the flight,
and I just--
- Lied.
- Didn't tell the truth.
You have no idea.
The whole thing snowballed.
There was press everywhere,
consulate officials,
investigators.
I mean, there wasn't
the right time to come clean.
You're about
to see your father.
Some of us
don't have that luxury.
- How many times--
we aren't close.
- Well, that's not
how he sees it.
He told me that he loves you,
more than once.
So whatever it is that
went down between you two,
you can fix it if you want.
- Looks like someone's home.
Hello?
I'll do a sweep outside.
You wait here.
- A sweep?
[scoffs] All right,
"Zero Dark Thirty."
What the fuck?
[suspenseful music]
♪
"Love, Natasha."
Any luck?
- No.
Bike's still here, though.
- Probably be home soon.
I'm gonna go check
by the river and see--
- I've obviously
already checked there.
- Okay, well, I might just go.
- Don't take another step.
- [scoffs]
- You just
wouldn't take the hint
and fuck off
would you, Erin?
It's a shame.
I liked you.
- Wait.
There's money--shit tons of it.
Just put the gun down,
and I'll show you where it is.
- [exhales sharply]
- Did you have to tell her
about the bloody money?
[thuds loudly]
[soft music]
♪
[lighter clicking]
♪
- To Heather.
- To Heather.
- To Heather.
[lighter continues clicking]
- Stop.
We need it to last.
- You okay?
- Yeah, it just hit me.
We don't know
each other at all.
- It's true.
In my head, I've been
calling you "pilot guy."
"Nice old guy."
- [chuckles]
- And what was your name
for me--
"boring business guy"?
- Is that all you are?
- Pretty much.
My company owns
a hotel in Limaji.
I was headed to a wild meeting
about resort expansion.
- Until the universe
stepped in.
- Cheers for ruining my life.
- [chuckles]
- And who are you, Mike Brasse?
- Me?
"Pilot guy" sounds accurate.
- No one's just their job.
- I love my fishing.
Cold beer on the Ba River.
Quiet life, you know?
With me, what you see
is what you get.
- [sighs]
- That run-in with
the crocodile shook you up.
[grunts]
- Did you see how he was
with Kaali's body?
He couldn't even look at her.
- We all deal
with death differently.
- Mm. Kaali said something
to me before she died.
She--she said she should never
have gone along with it.
And then there's
this whole thing
about having my sister's phone.
- And you think--
- It just--there's something
not right here.
- Well, maybe she was thinking
about an old boyfriend
or a fight with her mom.
People say all kinds of things
when they die.
- No, she wanted me
to know something.
- Imagine how he feels.
Kaali was his friend.
He probably knows
her husband, her parents.
Imagine his guilt.
No wonder he couldn't look her
in the face.
He needs our support,
not our blame.
And, anyway,
if we are to survive this,
we have to trust each other.
[dramatic music]
♪
- Boat.
Boat. Boat!
Boat!
There's a fucking boat!
[laughs]
- The ridge.
♪
- [groans]
[tense music]
Mike!
[engine turns over]
Mike, please. She'll kill me.
- I'll kill you!
[gunshot]
[engine rumbling]
♪
[gunshot]
[gunshots]
- [breathing heavily]
[excited chatter]
- Come on, hurry up.
- Yes.
- Come on, Lori.
- Come on.
- Okay, okay.
- Nice work, lozza.
Let's get it lit.
- Is the boat still there?
- Yeah. Sure is.
- We're going home!
Hurry!
- I'm trying.
I can't--
- Come on, you bastards!
We're over here!
- They'll never hear you.
- I know.
It just feels good to shout.
- Come and get us, you idiots!
- Idiots!
- I can't find the lighter.
- No, it's in the bag.
It's in the bag.
- No, it isn't.
- It's got to be in there.
It must be.
I saw you put it in there.
It's got to be in there.
[soft tense music]
- I did.
But someone took it.
♪