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(logo whooshing)
(soft suspensive music)
- Don, Don.
- Jen. Jen?
(dinosaur roaring)
(Jen cries)
(Jen cries and pants)
(dinosaur roaring) (Jen cries and pants)
Don, Don!
Don, please! (cries)
- I have to save my daughter.
- [Jen] Don't leave me, please! (cries)
Don, Don, Don, Don, Don, Don!
(Jen cries)
(Jen mumbles)
(Jen cries and pants)
- I'm so sorry. (cries)
(rocks crankling)
(dinosaur roaring)
(Jen cries)
(dinosaur roaring) (Jen cries)
(Jen groans)
(dinosaur roaring)
(Jen cries)
(alarm blaring) (Scientist panting)
(dinosaur roaring)
(Scientist screaming)
(upbeat energetic music)
(dinosaur roaring)
(Victim screams)
(upbeat energetic music)
(helicopter whooshing)
(upbeat energetic music)
- Marcus!
- It's been a while, Ms. Caroline.
- (chuckles) Yeah, it has.
But I'm still gonna remind you.
It's Carrie.
- Old Habits.
- (laughing) Yeah.
Hey, you look good!
- You too, Miss.
Travel suited you well.
- Oh, being away from him has suited me.
- Car's parked here.
Can I take your bag?
- You kidding me, right? (laughing)
- You always traveled light.
- Yeah.
Hey, how's your family?
- Yeah. Doing good.
Boys at uni, yeah, he's is feeling good.
Looking good. - Mm.
- [Marcus] We'll go on a cruise in two weeks.
- Oh, that's real nice, Marcus!
Hey, I missed you. I mean that.
- Me too, Carrie. (Carrie chuckles)
After you, Miss.
Nervous?
- How can you tell?
- It's a bodyguard thing.
- Well, have you ever been to a family reunion?
- Yes, but not on a secret island.
(soft piano music) (birds chirping)
(soft piano music)
You'll be fine, Miss.
- I will?
- [Marcus] Yeah, you're a tough nut.
- Yeah.
My family kind of have to be.
(soft piano music)
(gentle suspensive music)
- [Marcus] You're all right back there?
- It's been five years and it doesn't feel like him.
- [Marcus] What? Your father?
- This place, the island.
- That's your first time here.
- Yeah.
Doesn't exactly scream "My father" does it?
- That really doesn't.
I think the island prefers peace.
- And he really shouldn't have bought it.
- He'd be glad you got out.
- Always is.
Right up until I open my mouth.
- Still you can.
(gentle suspensive music)
(tense dramatic music)
- [Announcer] You cheated, Clarice.
- I didn't cheat!
- [Announcer] Yes you did.
- I didn't! (cries)
(tense dramatic music)
- [Announcer] Admit it. Admit that you cheated.
- Oh, fine.
Fine! I cheated! (cries)
Please, please.
I'll play the game right.
Please don't kill me. Please. (cries)
- [Announcer] Too late. Game over.
- No! (cries)
(tense dramatic music)
(dinosaur roaring and screeching)
(tense dramatic music)
No, no!
(birds chirping)
- Seriously?
- Yeah, it's a bit smaller than the New York place.
- A bit? - Yeah.
I'll swing car around back. - Okay.
- Well, well.
Look what the tide dragged in.
- Ava.
- Five years and no text.
We thought you joined a cult.
- Oh, I did. This is my sabbatical.
- Careful, they've got landmines for sarcasm out here.
- Theo. (laughing)
- You look
exactly like someone who didn't want to be here.
- Yeah, you?
- I'm just here for the inheritance snacks.
- Carrie.
- Welcome to Dad's version of Paradise.
- It's a bit rustic for a billionaire, no?
Yeah. I think it was intentional.
Something about stripping back ego.
Anyway, I give it 24 hours before it burns down.
So this is it, then?
Full set, all the Cranes in one house?
- Don't ruin the magic.
Dad's waiting.
But he wanted to see you last.
- Of course he did.
- Lemme show you around.
(tense dramatic music)
So this is the official nostalgia tour.
Living room, kitchen, panic room
disguised as a wine cellar.
- Classy.
- No tech, no Wi-Fi.
Dad says it clarifies the air.
- Right.
I thought he'd put up cameras by now.
Samuel Jones. Motion sensors.
- Yeah, he did. You just can't see 'em.
He wanted you in the East Wing,
said it suited your temperament, whatever that means.
- Yeah.
It's always hard to tell with dad.
- His office.
Locked, unless you're him or Marcus.
Though they did leave the window latch undone.
Accidentally, I assume.
Are you gonna talk to him?
(birds chirping)
- Eventually.
- He'll act surprised you came.
Like he didn't summon us here
like it's The Godfather.
(upbeat energetic music)
- Tell me.
You do know why she's here, don't you?
- It's obligation.
Optimism, optics.
She knows Dad likes a surprise ending.
(upbeat energetic music)
- Right. Yeah.
But she hates this world.
Which is what makes her dangerous.
- She's not a threat, Veronica.
She paints pictures.
She runs from responsibility.
She's...
She's a mere footnote.
(upbeat energetic music)
- Do you really think it's gonna be that easy?
Do you think they're just gonna hand it all to you?
- Father's legacy.
It's a remote island with no plumbing,
and a sentimental complex.
I've been acting as CEO for two years now.
Nothing changes.
- Let's just hope that you are right.
- Let her have a moment.
'Cause when the dust settles,
I'm still gonna be in charge. (chuckles)
(tense dramatic music)
- Oh, my God, oh!
(tense dramatic music)
(dinosaur screeching)
(dinosaur roaring)
(tense dramatic music)
Fuck!
(tense dramatic music)
(dinosaur thumps)
(tense dramatic music)
(dinosaur screeching)
(Guinevere screams)
(tense dramatic music) (feet slamming)
(tense dramatic music)
(dinosaur screeching)
(tense suspensive music)
(door knocks)
- I brought you some towels, miss.
I thought you might want them.
- So what, no staff this weekend?
- No, just us.
- What is this, Marcus?
Austerity weekend?
Is he going outta business?
- (chuckles) Not quite.
To be honest, over recent years,
I've not held your father's decisions.
- What do you mean?
- I'm sorry, miss. I've stepped a line.
- No, you never, ever step a line.
- I did.
(tense suspensive music)
♪ Deja vu ♪ - Unbelievable.
21st century exile.
Hey.
Marcus.
- Ma'am.
- Why is there still no signal?
I need to check in with two teams
and a pending investor call.
This place is a blackout zone!
- Set by design.
No outside coms when we're on site.
- Right. (sighs)
Dad's whole unplugged to reconnect fantasy.
- Sorry, I can't do anything about it.
- You could try harder?
- I'll pass it along.
- (sighs) Still playing security guard
on Gilligan's Island.
- Oh, is this it?
It looks amazing.
- Yeah, I think so.
The guy at the cabin wrote this is perfect.
This is just what you need
to take your mind off of things.
Hey, this is no place to be down.
Forget about him.
- I can't.
- No, baby. You can.
Look, I know it's a shit situation,
but the fresh air it'll clear your mind.
- I guess you could say it's a shituation.
(both laughing)
- I like that.
Come on, let's get this gearing height down there.
Did you remember to bring all the shit
you wanna burn?
- Yep.
All in here.
- Is not much.
- This is Kyle's most important possession.
Is Kyle who was-
- Right, no. That's it.
Forget about the wedding. Forget about him.
This is our weekend, so I don't wanna hear his name.
And this might help.
Go on. (Lyn laughing)
- Cheeky bitch.
- Better?
- (coughs) Yeah, a little bit.
Oh.
- Well, let's get this shit and go.
- Right, lemme just quickly call my sister
so I can tell her that we're all right.
- We're leaving up because we're burning daylight.
(birds chirping)
- Sis, is me.
I'm just calling to let you know that I'm okay.
Look, I've messaged you the address
of where we stay in, just in case
you need to get in touch with me.
Anyway, look, I'm all right.
I just need you to get away for a little bit.
Anyway, don't worry.
I'll call again, right?
(birds chirping)
It's Kyle.
- Oh no, you don't.
- Wait, wait, wait!
- No, this is not a getaway
to be listening to his bullshit.
- [Lyn] But what if it's important?
- Nothing he has to say is important!
Look, he had his chance and he blew it.
He didn't choose you.
So whatever he has to say is irrelevant.
- Yeah. Look, it's my phone.
- Yeah, well, you are my friends.
So no phones, look.
Not even mine, okay?
- [Lyn] Yeah, what...
So what if something happens?
- It won't be long.
We'll be back before it's even dark.
Lyn, no sad faces this weekend!
I mean it.
We're gonna do yoga, we're going to eat fruit!
And we're going to burn all of his fucking shit
and cleanse ourselves of all the negative energies.
- And drink.
- (laughing) And drink.
Come on, let's go!
(soft suspensive music)
- Quick, take picture.
- (chuckles) I can't.
You took the phones, remember?
- Oh, yeah.
Oh, well.
Oh, it's beautiful!
Ah!
- Oh, my God. Are you okay?
Oh, my God, you fell on the mud.
Talk to me!
Oh, my God, is there blood?
Oh my God.
- [Lucy] I think I stepped in something gooey!
- Gooey?
Oh, I thought you were gonna say
you broken your leg.
- Oh. - Oh, my God.
I'm not cut out for popping bones
back into place.
- [Lucy] Oh, it's a fuck ton!
Shit it's up to my knees.
What is that?
- That...
Oh, that is not mud.
- Well, no, it's yellow.
(dinosaur roaring)
- I don't like the sound of this.
- Yeah, probably just a bird.
(dinosaur screeching)
Okay, let's get out here. - Let's go.
Oh, my God, no.
Let's go.
(tense dramatic music)
(dinosaur roaring)
(tense dramatic music)
- Oh, this something is not a bird.
- The car, we have to go back. Come on.
Come on!
(tense dramatic music)
What are you doing! Get up!
- [Lynn] My leg!
(tense dramatic music)
- There's nothing wrong, Lyn!
Come on, get up, please!
Get up!
- God!
- Look, there's nothing here!
Get up now, please!
Please!
Get up, please!
(dinosaur screeching)
(Lucy screaming)
(tense dramatic music) (Lucy screaming)
(Lyn screams) (tense dramatic music)
(dinosaurs roaring)
(tense dramatic music)
(dinosaurs roaring)
(Lynn screaming)
- I don't care how cautious you want to be.
Begin the next phase!
- [Doctor] They're adapting faster than projected.
Smarter, they're testing boundaries
is not just instinct anymore.
It's calculation!
- That's the point, Doctor.
We are not here to preserve instinct.
We are here to transcend it.
Proceed. That's an order.
- [Doctor] Very well.
We'll begin testing on Alpha shortly.
- And what about this IT breach?
- [Doctor] We're not sure!
Our firewall picked up a data spike.
- An attempted hack?
- [Doctor] It was momentary.
Half a nanosecond, but it triggered a warning flag.
- Okay.
Run a full check on the firewall
system as soon as possible.
- [Doctor] Very good.
(fist knocking)
- Come in.
- Hey, Dad.
- Caroline.
- So, this is the throne now.
- Oh, don't be so dramatic.
It's just a desk. (laughing)
You came.
- You asked.
- Ah, yes.
But I didn't think you would.
See, the others still perform.
Still posturing, calculating.
I might like it, but you,
you come empty handed.
- Maybe I didn't come for anything.
- That's why I prefer talking to you.
So you stayed out of it.
The noise, the power plays, the inheritance.
- Not for lack of invitations.
- Oh, 'cause you are too smart to play a rigged game.
- And why bring me here.
- Because someday, when the rest of 'em
have turned to dust and quarterly reports,
I thought maybe you should see
what we've done here.
- We? - There's still time.
- Maybe I should go find my appetite.
You look tired.
- Even Titans get tired.
(tense suspensive music)
- This is Marcus Holt. North perimeter.
Copy?
- [Davidson] Warp B receiving.
This is Davidson. Go ahead.
- Anything to report your end?
- [Davidson] Quiet night so far.
Motions of sensors tripped earlier,
but probably just pause.
Nothing breached the inner perimeter.
- Are you guys actually running out there?
- [Davidson] Nothing classified, I could discuss
over an open channel.
- Is that a fancy way of saying "Don't ask"?
- [Davidson] Just keep your hints quiet, Holt.
You stay in your sandbox, we stay in ours.
- Copy.
(tense suspensive music)
North perimeter. Clear.
Copy?
- Oh, you are cooking!
- (sighs) I know.
Brace yourself.
- What even is that?
- I think it was pasta,
but now it's more of a wet existential crisis.
- You didn't ask Marcus?
- I did, but he said that he could make us
a ration pack stew, or a sandbag omelet.
So I declined.
- Move.
You'll poison us all.
It wouldn't have killed you to get garlic, would it?
- I got salt and pepper.
(Carrie sighs)
I'll set the table like we're normal people.
(plates clinking)
(birds chirping)
- Sir. Dinner's ready.
- Let them start without me.
- They're all waiting.
(Father sighs)
(birds chirping)
- [Announcer] Alert. Alert.
We've had a container breach.
We've lost one of our alphas and...
(soft bright music) (birds chirping)
- It's very rustic.
I feel like we should be praying instead of eating.
- Or in some weird cooking show.
Like "Billionaires eat backwards."
- You'd have to start with step one.
Inherit obscene wealth.
- We didn't choose to be born into it.
- Some of us still act like we earned it.
- And some of us pretend we resent it
while living off it.
- Guilty.
Hypocrisy is expensive.
- I got by without it.
- You lived in a shack in Montreal for two years.
- It was a studio and it was mine.
- Right.
The self-made master routine.
- Better than dressing up entitlement and ambition.
- Oh, come on.
You don't have to apologize
for being a winner, sweetie.
- You're quoting someone.
Is that Donald Trump?
- Do you think power comes from guilt?
You're wrong, that's for peasants.
Power comes from balance.
- And to quote Anthony Demouy.
- Dumas, darling.
(William and Veronica cough)
- Anthony Dumas.
Human knowledge can be contained
in two words.
Hope and wisdom.
- And Machiavelli said, it is better
to be feared than loved.
- You are always so exhausting.
- Power is only real.
It's inherited and protected.
Everything else is purely marketing.
You see,
I bought this island five years ago.
Used to be a logging territory.
Half of it I still own,
and the other half...
Well, that's under the jurisdiction
of the bio company I acquired.
Privately, quietly, and silently.
- You own a biotech company?
- Mm.
They operate.
And completely independent mostly.
You wouldn't know the name.
They...
They use the southern half of the island
for research, containment, analysis, development.
I keep completely out of what they do.
- Right. But you benefit from it.
- That's the point.
- I don't get it.
H-H-How?
I-I...
I run the day to day of Crane Corp. (chuckles)
Nothing happens without my say so.
(Father chuckles)
- All this.
- How dare you?
My husband is-
- Ava, you have less to say about the direction
of this company than anyone else around this table.
Marcus included.
- Dad.
- Now.
I would guess you're wondering
why I brought you to this island.
That's a fair enough question.
You see,
Crane Corp has come to the point of saturation.
It has too many arms.
Too many mouths.
It needs to have precision.
- What does that even mean?
- Well, we're selling off several of the divisions.
Energy, logistics, legacy, media, holdings.
That sort of thing.
- Wait.
You're selling Rising West?
- Oh, that's gone.
Along with Broad Bridge Freights,
and Synergy Energy.
- You are dismantling the company.
- I am refining it.
- That's half the valuations, Dad.
You've already gutted half the company now. (groans)
The shareholders would never agree to it.
- They already have.
Last month's quarterly meeting.
Unanimously.
- You got the board to agree to this?
- They must think he's positioning for something else.
- Wait, what direction?
- One with longevity, scalable, protected, adaptable.
Biotechnology.
Neural development.
Regenerative medicine.
- You've neutered half the company
to follow science fiction?
- Will-
- No, no, no. This isn't strategy data.
It's fucking suicide!
You've gutted half the company already and now?
Now you're fucking your legacy, Dad.
- My legacy isn't in what we own.
It's what we create.
To create this we need real focus.
Pinpoint focus.
- No, no, no.
(chuckles) This can't...
This can't happen.
This, this, the board will need to vote!
And I am on the board.
- Not anymore.
(birds chirping)
- What?
- Your seat, it's been
restructured.
Two weeks ago, the paperwork went out,
but no doubt you had it sent to your Cayman Shell.
You are no longer a voting member of the board.
- You fired me?
- No, I
restructured you.
You were
inefficient.
- Inefficient?
(laughing) Inefficient.
You can't be serious!
- Dad, maybe we should-
- William, sit down.
- You senile, old bastard.
(alarm blaring)
- [Announcer] Containment Breach.
Containment Breach.
Please initiate.
- What the hell is that?
- [Ava] Is that real?
- Is this some kind of sick joke?
(alarm blaring)
- This is Marcus Holt. Crane house, copy.
B wall, repeat, Crane house.
We have a containment alert.
Copy.
- Dad, where the hell are you going?
What's a Unit B?
- What's being contained?
- Dad?
- Oh, this better not be some fucked up rebranding.
- Dad, is this the direction you're talking about?
(alarm blaring)
- [Announcer] Containment Breach.
Level 4, priority.
Evacuate secure zone.
(alarm blaring)
- Be Walt. This is Holt.
Still no contact.
Repeat.
No response from south perimeter.
(alarm blaring)
Status confirmation needed.
Over.
(alarm blaring)
(tense dramatic music)
The alarm stopped.
- 'Cause I told it to.
I don't need noise.
I need clarity.
(tense dramatic music)
(soft suspensive music)
(tense dramatic music)
- What is it?
(tense dramatic music)
(dinosaur screeching)
(tense dramatic music)
- Dad!
What the hell is going on?
- Was that real? Is this a drill?
- A drill? What do you mean a drill?
A drill For what?
- Right. All of you, listen.
I want you to lock the windows,
lock the doors, secure the perimeter
and stay in the house.
- No.
Not before you tell us what's going on.
- Lock the house!
- Don't bark orders at me like I'm an intern!
- Right!
(tense dramatic music)
Alright, sensors have gone off on zone three.
I want you to fucking get out there straight away.
- I'll go check it out.
- Yes. And take a weapon.
- What will I find?
- You know your orders.
(soft suspensive music)
(dinosaur screeching)
- What's going on?
- Well, the island's secure.
For now at least.
- You're lying.
You called Veronica "Ava".
At dinner.
You didn't notice, but I did.
- What?
- Dad, what's happening to you?
- Look.
Go and check on the others.
Make sure the house is locked.
Caroline, that's an order!
(tense suspensive music)
(dinosaur screeching)
(tense suspensive music)
(dinosaur roaring)
(Marcus screaming)
(Marcus gurgling)
(upbeat energetic music) (Marcus gurgling)
Ah, likely it was just an internal glitch.
The Biotech Com here always running these tests.
Fail saves, security tests.
They'd often forget to tell the estate.
- Liar.
You know exactly what that means.
- What kind of drill sets off
a containment breach alarm?
- The kind that happens five minutes
after you kill your son's future.
(Father scoffs)
- Where's Carrie?
- I think she went to find Theo.
East Wing.
- So has Dad gone full Howard Hughes,
or am I the only one not on the master plan?
- I don't know.
What is it?
- Nothing.
- Come on, Theo. I can read you like a book.
- It's just,
you remind me of...
(door slams)
Is that the front door?
- It's Marcus, right?
(soft suspensive music)
- Marcus?
(soft suspensive music)
- Just in case it's a Mormon.
(soft suspensive music)
- Ready?
(soft suspensive music)
- Not remotely.
(soft suspensive music)
(door knob clanks)
(soft suspensive music)
(bugs chirping) (soft suspensive music)
(bugs chirping)
Marcus?
(soft suspensive music)
(dinosaur roaring)
Theo.
Theo, we need to go.
(tense dramatic music)
(Ava screams)
(dinosaur roaring)
(tense dramatic music)
- Right there!
(tense dramatic music) (door slams)
Push, push!
(door slams)
(dinosaur roaring)
- The hell is going on?
(door slams) (dinosaur roaring)
(tense dramatic music) (door slams)
(siblings panting)
(tense dramatic music)
(William panting)
You okay?
(Veronica gags and pants)
Veronica.
(soft tense music)
(tense dramatic music) (dinosaur roaring)
(tense dramatic music)
- Where's Veronica?
(tense dramatic music)
- We...
We moved her to one of the guest rooms.
- Jesus.
What was that?
What the hell was that thing?
- Dinosaur.
It was a goddamn dinosaur.
(tense dramatic music)
- How is that even...
Marcus?
- Look, I need your phones.
All your phones.
- What?
- [Dad] I need your mobile phones,
your laptops, whatever is network enabled.
(William scoffs)
- First, you bring us here.
You tear the company apart.
You fucking fired me, Dad.
And now there's prehistoric monsters.
And you want our phones.
- Specimens.
Experimental.
There was a breach at Ward B containment zone.
There, there, there, there was...
There was some sort of hack on the firewall.
It caused the enclosures to open.
- Specimens.
- What were you doing anyway?
You were meant to be out there locking it down!
- It knocked on the fucking door, Dad!
- What?
- She's right.
We...
We thought it was...
We thought it was Marcus.
- What were you doing outside?
What are you building, Dad?
- Something that could change everything.
A new
regenerative biology.
A system that can outthink the disease.
Now come on. I need your phones.
All of you. Come on.
Come on!
Come on, Theo.
- Theo, don't give him your fucking phone.
- [Dad] Theo.
Come on.
- For fuck sake, Theo.
- Come on.
Thank you.
(wood slams)
(dinosaur roaring)
- Was that the wind?
- That wasn't the wind.
- It's on the roof.
We need to check it.
- I'll come with you.
Things go south, follow my lead.
- That's unexpectedly noble of you.
- Now it's not the time for politics, Carrie.
- Will, I'm...
I'm sorry about Veronica.
- [William] I know.
(roof slams)
- It's moving again.
- Roof's weak on this side.
You see the panel, it's easy to collapse.
(roof slams)
(dinosaur roaring)
- It is not charging anymore!
- That means it's thinking. (dinosaur roaring)
(roof slams)
- It's testing for weak spots.
What the hell?
- I dunno.
Maybe it's a signal.
Or maybe...
Maybe they're thinking out loud.
- So what do we do?
- We need to stop thinking like people.
Start thinking like pray.
(keyboard clacking)
- Dad.
What are you doing?
- I'm connecting the device to the island's uplink system.
- Wait.
You mean we can call out?
- No, it's a closed network.
Private access only.
But, the specimens, they're fitted
with internal transmitters.
Subdermal.
- Hold on.
You are not trying to communicate.
You are pinging them.
- Like sonar.
- Is that...
(phone beeping)
- It's responding.
It's approximately a hundred meters in that direction.
I mean, it can't give the exact location.
But
hear that, Ava?
The louder that gets, the closer it is.
(door slams)
(group sighs)
(device beeping)
(tense dramatic music) (dinosaur roaring)
(tense dramatic music)
(dinosaur roaring)
(Victim screaming)
(tense dramatic music)
- It's looping the house. One direction.
Slow, deliberate.
Like it's waiting for something.
- Like what?
- An opening? Mistake?
One of us doing something stupid.
(Ava chuckles)
- So any second now.
(device beeping)
- Never thought I'd be hunted
by a science experiment my father greenlit.
- You think he really means all that?
The legacy talk? Reinvention? (device beeping)
- I think he believes the lie he needs to.
That's what Dad does.
But somewhere in there,
he's... (device beeping)
He's scared.
(device beeping)
(dinosaur roaring)
We won't last the night unless we get ahead of it.
- Then maybe stop sitting on the floor
like it's a yoga retreat.
- Just waiting for the right beep.
- [William] We need to get off this island, now.
- There has to be a backup system.
Distress beacon, satellite relay something.
- There is no backup.
- [William] What?
- The entire island operates like a black site.
If there's a containment breach, any breach,
the system initiates protocol locked down.
No outgoing signals, no rescue, no warning.
- What, we just...
We're just cut off?
- That was my directive.
- You. You gave those orders.
- No one compromises containment.
Not even us.
- It's not security. It's fucking suicide!
- [Dad] It's control!
- So what's the plan then?
- I still have a signal.
- One signal.
- You see two enclosures were breached.
The Avery.
- The Avery?
Oh, they're flying now.
Jesus, Dad.
- And the Alpha enclosure.
- Well, and we're supposed to just wait it out.
- Well, there's a supply vessel that's arriving at dawn.
Automated, minimal crew.
It docks at the north platform for 90 minutes.
That's our window.
- We just hunker down, yeah?
You hope that one of your little
Frankenstein pets doesn't get in and kill us all!
- Hope.
Vigilance.
- You knew this was a possibility.
- Yes.
And it's a question between risk and reward.
- Bullshit!
Bullshit, Dad!
This isn't a time to just show your autobiography!
(keyboard clanking)
(tense dramatic music) (device beeping)
(tense dramatic music)
- You stopped moving.
- You still playing sonar?
- Yeah.
It stopped.
(tense dramatic music)
- It's behind there?
- According to this.
A hundred meters out,
just standing there.
(tense dramatic music)
(device beeping) Shit.
It's moving.
(device beeping) It's coming straight forward.
Guys!
It's coming!
It's heading straight for us!
(tense dramatic music)
- It's Theo. - Something's wrong.
- Go!
(tense dramatic music) (device beeping)
- What happened?
- [Theo] It stopped and then it started moving fast.
(device beeping)
(tense dramatic music)
- It's adapting.
- It's circling the house.
- They'll be looking for another way in.
- Where is it now?
- Just passing the east side.
Now turning towards the north?
(device beeping)
It's going upstairs.
(device beeping)
- Then we go upstairs. - Come on.
- I'm not going anywhere near that thing.
- Ava.
- [Ava] I'll stay down here!
- [William] Ava, don't be so...
- I'm not!
I'm being smart.
- Don't go anywhere near the windows.
(tense dramatic music)
- Let's move.
(tense dramatic music)
(door lock clanks)
(dinosaur roaring) (tense dramatic music)
(device beeping) (tense dramatic music)
(window cracks) (group screams)
(dinosaur roaring)
(door cracks)
(door slams) (dinosaur screeching)
(tense dramatic music) (device beeping)
- [Theo] It's still close.
- [William] And where did it go?
(tense dramatic music)
- Fuck, it's moving fast.
(tense dramatic music)
- And where the hell is it?
Ava. - Shit.
- Go, go! - Go, go.
(tense dramatic music)
(feet slamming) (tense dramatic music)
(device beeping)
(tense dramatic music)
(Ava gasping and panting)
(dinosaur roaring and screeches)
- Ava, Ava!
Ava! Ava!
(Ava screaming)
(dinosaur roaring)
(tense dramatic music)
(dinosaur roaring)
- He waited.
He waited until she was alone.
- I told her.
I said, "Don't be a hero."
(tense dramatic music)
(birds chirping)
(tense dramatic music)
- It waited.
It lured us!
It was waiting until she was alone.
- Tried to isolate us, individually.
- It's venomous, it's intelligent.
(tense dramatic music)
Dad, what did you build?
Dad.
What did you create?
(tense dramatic music)
- Well, I...
I...
(tense dramatic music)
(dinosaur roaring)
(tense dramatic music)
(metal clanking)
(tense dramatic music)
(dinosaur roaring)
(tense dramatic music)
- What are you waiting for?
(tense dramatic music)
(dinosaur roaring)
(birds squeaking)
(Ava sobbing) (dinosaur roaring)
(Ava sobbing)
(dinosaur roaring)
(tense dramatic music)
- Ray, I think I might've found
an answer to this thing.
- Who the fuck is Ray?
- Look, Ray. Look, look.
Ray.
- Dad.
Who are you calling Ray?
- Alzheimer's.
You are developing a cure for Alzheimer's.
- Jesus.
(tense dramatic music)
- I-I acquired Bio VAs develop seven years ago,
buried the acquisition under a dozen shell companies.
Let them work in isolation.
No oversight, no moral hand break.
Their goal, was not to build a monster.
It was to help build a miracle
of neural regeneration.
Cure all the diseases, everything!
- The refocusing.
The selling of the assets.
You were...
You were plundering the company just to save your own life.
- No, save your lives.
- It can be passed on.
- Oh, yes, of course. If it's successful.
- Ava's dead, Dad.
And if it was successful,
would you share this gift with the world?
- Of course!
- But at a price, right?
A cost to the consumer?
- Caroline!
- At least William knows what he is.
You just hide behind values and family.
She would never have let you do it!
(tense dramatic music)
- Look, listen to me.
There is a way to try and stop this.
- How. - The transmitter.
There's a relay beacon on the outskirts of the island.
If we could manually connect with it,
the cell phone device might just work.
And from here I would be able
to remotely access the system.
- How does that happen?
- Every specimen on this site
has a transmitter linked to the top of their heads.
- Right, like how we've been following that fucker.
- Yes, and I can manually overload
the transmitter to cause a massive overload!
- Overload?
- For its brain.
- Will that work?
(tense dramatic music)
- I'm certain of it.
(soft suspensive music)
- What are you stopping for?
- Think something's watching us.
(soft suspensive music)
(dinosaurs roaring)
What was that?
- What was that!
(soft suspensive music)
- Great.
Wait!
(tense dramatic music)
- what the fuck was that?
- Looks like a mutated bearded dragon.
- From the radiation? - Yeah.
(tense dramatic music)
(dinosaur roaring)
I think it's gone.
(tense dramatic music)
(air whooshing)
(tense dramatic music)
Here it comes.
Get down!
Go, go!
(tense dramatic music)
- The fuck is that?
- Keep it down.
They haven't seen us yet.
- Been sure.
(Todd shushing)
(soft suspensive music)
I'm scared.
(soft suspensive music)
(dinosaur roaring)
- Go, go!
(dinosaur roaring) (Jennifer screaming)
(dinosaurs roaring)
(dinosaurs blast)
(dinosaurs roaring)
- It's fucking dark.
(birds screeching)
- Theo. Theo!
Look, take this. - What is it?
- This kills raptors.
They're venomous.
This is the antidote.
I only have one dose.
But here.
- Theo, hurry the fuck up!
- Go on.
- Keep them.
For you and Carrie.
(soft emotive music) - [William] Come on!
- Boys.
The repeater looks like a computer screen.
- You heard him.
(soft emotive music)
- You said there was a firewall breach.
- Yeah.
Some sort of.
Momentarily.
Then there's some sort of hack and now this.
- Then who?
(soft emotive music)
- I have a long list of enemies.
- Doesn't need to be that way.
- Look, they'll be fine.
William is very stubborn,
and Theo is a lot more capable than he appears.
- He shouldn't have to be anything.
This was supposed to be a retreat,
and you brought us here under the guise of family.
- You came.
You could have stayed away.
- Maybe I just wanted to see for myself
how far it'd gone.
(soft emotive music)
- She would've come, you know?
If she was still here.
(soft emotive music)
- No, she would've stopped you.
(Dad chuckles)
- She was the only one who could.
(soft emotive music)
- I still remember how she used to sit.
Reading.
Always reading.
And this blue blanket that she never let go of.
- She always said the world was too loud.
The books made it quieter.
- She made it quieter.
(soft emotive music)
- [Dad] I see her in you, you know?
- You don't get to say that.
(soft emotive music)
How long until morning?
- A few hours yet.
If we make it.
- We will.
We have to.
(fire creaking)
(birds chirping)
(device beeping)
(dinosaurs roaring)
- Still hasn't moved.
- Yeah.
(dinosaurs roaring)
- That's either really fucking good.
(dinosaur roaring)
Or really fucking bad.
- It's waiting for us to get comfortable.
(birds screeching)
- Just like Dad. (laughing)
Hey.
Remember when he made us dig that irrigation ditch?
- Yeah.
We were, what, 11, 13?
- Something like that.
- He called it character building.
- (laughing) Character building.
- Character building. (laughing)
- It was all good until you threw a tantrum.
(William laughing)
- And then it makes me laugh.
- I did. I did. (laughing)
(device beeping)
(dinosaur screeching)
- Dad.
We're close.
- Look for a narrow clearing.
You'll see a metal post, two meters high.
The relay should have a small black screen
and a manual port.
(soft suspensive music)
- Got it.
(soft suspensive music)
- We're in position.
(screen beeping)
We are in position.
- [Dad] Okay, on the screen you should see
an option labeled "Reset."
Do not hit upload. Just reset.
- You hear?
- I'm not fucking getting involved in that.
(screen beeping)
- What the hell?
- It's fine. System's cycling.
- I started.
- We're in.
(adventurous music)
- Now what?
- [Dad] Now we wait.
The system's handshake.
Once it finds the transmitter,
I can force an overload.
- This is taking a while.
- Theo, Theo.
Theo, I think I see something.
- Will.
Will.
(dinosaur screeching)
(adventurous music)
- Get out of there!
(tense dramatic music)
(dinosaurs roaring)
(dinosaur roaring)
- Dad, we have to pull him out.
They're out there!
- He's close. Just a few seconds.
- [Carrie] He's gonna die out there!
- He knows what's at stake.
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
- Dad.
(screen beeping)
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
Dad.
I love you.
Mom and I will be waiting.
And tell Dad...
(Theo screaming)
- (cries) No!
Theo!
(Carrie sobbing)
- Do you copy?
Theo.
(Carrie crying)
- I thought I was saving the family.
Saving myself.
Saving time.
Look what it's cost me.
I brought everyone here to
prepare them for the future.
Not dig in their graves.
For the past.
And now?
It's just us left.
- I dunno what you want me to say.
- Nothing.
This...
This is something I must carry now.
- We need to get to the car.
We need to get to the docks
before first light.
- The ship will be there?
- It will be there.
- I will end this tape!
(gun blasting)
(dinosaur roaring)
(Victims panting)
(tense dramatic music)
(dinosaurs roaring)
(tense dramatic music)
(dinosaur screeching)
(device beeping)
- No, no, no, no, no.
No, it's pinging!
- It's all right.
The transmitter still sends a signal.
Even after the specimen's dead.
It's a...
It's just a residual bleed.
I'll go get the car. (laughing)
Yes.
It's in the kitchen.
Yes.
Don't forget it's in the kitchen.
Don't forget that.
We were in the kitchen! Kitchen.
That's the kitchen.
(device beeping) (tense dramatic music)
(device beeping)
(tense dramatic music)
(Dad screaming)
(tense dramatic music)
(dinosaurs roaring)
(tense dramatic music)
(dinosaurs roaring)
(tense dramatic music) (door slams)
(tense dramatic music)
(Carrie panting)
(dinosaur roaring)
(feet slamming)
(dinosaur roaring)
(feet slamming) (dinosaur roaring)
(birds chirping)
(dinosaur roaring)
(feet slamming)
(dinosaur roaring)
(tense dramatic music) (dinosaur screeching)
(tense dramatic music)
(dinosaur roaring)
(tense dramatic music)
(dinosaur roaring) (tense dramatic music)
(electricity whirring)
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
(Carrie panting)
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪ (Carrie panting)
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪ (Carrie panting)
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
(tense dramatic music)
(seagulls screeching)
(upbeat dramatic music)
(boat blaring)
(upbeat dramatic music)
- So what's next for Crane Corp and your father's legacy?
- My father's legacy.
That I don't know.
I can only speak for myself and what I will do.
(upbeat dramatic music)
- Yes? - Are you watching this?
- [Enemy] I am.
Looks like Crane pulled it off.
- [Hacker] When we attacked their firewall,
I didn't expect it.
- [Enemy] It's fine. It's fine.
If Crane remained an equal partner,
this nightmare wouldn't have happened.
- [Hacker] Well, besides quarantined,
the specimens are dead.
- [Enemy] I wouldn't be so sure. Prepare a team.
Elliot Crane was no fool.
A fishing boat was attacked two weeks ago.
What they described defies all belief.
- [Hacker] We'll need someone who knows the island.
What to expect.
- [Enemy] Leave that with me.
(upbeat dramatic music)
(upbeat adventurous music)
(logo whooshing)