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Here's some more.

Just work things out.

Hey, mano, come on. Get another beer.

Alright! Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Come on, people! Move it! Time is money!

Let's-- Move! Move! Move faster!

What, did we tell you to slow down?

Come on! Hustle! Hustle! Hustle, goddammit!

Move!

Did I tell you to slow down? Goddammit, move!

All units, stand by.

Retain any evidence before they can destroy it.

Repeat, retain any evidence.

Go, go, go!

DEA! Get on the floor now!

-Shit! -Get on the damn floor!

Move! Move!

Oh, shit! It's the Feds!

DEA!

DEA! Get your hands up!

Hands up!

- Drop the meth! - Put your hands up!

Don't even think about it or we will shoot!

Get the fuck down! Don't move!

Someone tell me what these have in common.

Apex predators?

Correct.

Apex predators are at the top of the food chain.

Unchallenged in their ecosystem...

by any other natural predator.

Kyle!

Yeah?

Why are apex predators exceptionally aggressive?

Because they have to be?

Perhaps more eloquently?

Um...

It is their evolutionary instinct to have unmatched--

Ferocity.

They hunt. They live. That's all.

Aggression is simply a means of survival.

Kyle!

Oh, my God!

Hi, Alice!

Oh, my God, I missed you so much!

-Yeah, I've missed you too. -How are you?

I'm OK.

You look amazing.

Oh, my God, they're here.

-We should go. -Huh?

So, this is where you've been hiding.

Kyle, the biology student.

I'm so sorry.

I had to. She was Jamie's friend too.

And when she found out we were scattering his ashes

in the Keys, well...

Plus, we needed a ride, so...

I'm really sorry. I sold my car and--

-What? -I-I needed the money,

but I'll tell you everything later.

Yo, Kyle! Alice! Let's make tracks!

Please be nice. Be patient. Please?

Yeah?

You've got him?

Yeah.

So, what happened to your car?

You loved that thing.

It was about time.

I was barely using it, so I sold it.

Dude, that thing was like a left nut to you.

Come on.

It was my mom.

She's at it again.

Got ahold of my chequeings account.

Shit. How bad?

She cleared me out at the races.

Twelve thousand dollars.

Plus, her 27 to loan sharks, so...

-Oh, my God. -And I dropped out.

What?

I need money, Kyle.

I'm working pretty much every hour God sends.

You guys sing. This is my jam.

I said no smoking.

I forgot.

Whoa!

And it's ten points for Sam, the man!

-That was ten out of ten. -I'd give it a ten out of ten.

Thank you. Thank you. Ha-ha!

I'm gonna grab a burger and some beer.

-You guys want? -Yeah. I'll take another beer.

- Obviously. - Yeah? Kyle?

Yeah. Sure, I'll take one.

OK!

Alright!

She's not all bad.

God, she grates me.

Yeah, but I mean, who doesn't, right?

You.

And Jamie, of course.

Kyle...

I'm only saying this because I love you, but...

Not right now, but at some point,

you know you have to start moving on.

You know...

I never understood why people say that.

I mean, how is anyone supposed to move on

from losing someone that they love?

I loved him too.

Yeah, well, it would be great if for a second,

people would just stop telling me how to be.

Kyle.

-What's up her ass? -You, for one.

What'd I do?

-You want me to go talk to her? -No.

What up, little sis? Yo, where the hell are you?

Stop stalling and get your ass on this thing.

Not happening.

I get it.

OK? Promise, I do.

But hiding away, thinking about preserving life,

just means you're not living it.

Mm-hmm. Hum a little.

There we go.

Wakey, wakey!

Good morning!

Good morning.

Get up, get up, get up!

Let's make tracks today, people!

Get up!

Kyle, I see you.

OK, let's hit it.

Coming.

- Ooh! - You have two minutes.

Got it. Alrighty.

Hey, can somebody get me a soda while I'm in there?

Make it quick!

Y'all see this?

It's gator country.

Y'all better stay out of the water.

I ain't coming to save none of y'all.

I'm gonna save my own ass.

Whoa, Sam, reapers.

Gator attacks.

Out for blood.

Stay out of the water. That'll save you.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah. That's her, alright.

That's who?

The big one.

Scar deep as a valley.

Yo, Kyle.

Let's go.

- Y'all take care now, you hear? - Come on, let's go.

I don't know if I can recover from you.

Well, can you drive safer this time?

-We still got some miles to go. -What do you mean?

Why do I get the feeling you're not telling me something?

Guys, I'm sorry about last night.

It's just hard, you know?

You don't need to apologise to us, Kyle.

We got you.

Gator parks, gators in the news.

This place is gator-fucking-crazy.

It's big business.

Hey, you know how much gator eggs go for?

A fucking fortune.

And this is my surprise for you guys.

Why are we at an airport?

What the actual fuck?

What?

OK, ungrateful much?

I figured we'd get there quicker and spend more time at the Keys,

not just driving there.

Yeah, what a great idea.

You do realise Kyle's terrified of flying, right?

Yeah. But what?

We've all just got to stay on the ground

for the rest of our lives?

Tell her to swallow some bad bitch and let's go.

Oh, shit.

Fucking...

Fucking kids.

Welcome to Frank Airlines.

Well, she ain't pretty, but she works.

Kind of.

Let's get you people on board.

You're late, and it's hotter than a post-chili shit out here.

-Hey, is this for real? -Ew.

-Hey, uh, Frank... -Jesus Christ.

I mean, I'm pretty sure that smoking on an airfield

is a big no-no, right?

Hey, bud.

You probably want to get pro-smoking pretty quick.

Or you might find those Bijou sneaks ain't gonna look so good

when you've trekked a thousand miles to Florida.

Are you feeling me, compadre?

Good.

Fucking pussy.

I don't mind driving.

- Yeah. Play music. - Yeah.

No.

We're doing this together, right?

Come on.

OK.

Alright.

Fuck.

I would not want to be stranded with those lot

on a deserted island.

Two tours, you know what I learned?

Don't underestimate people.

OK. Listen, people. Today's destination is Florida.

Now, we're gonna be landing on a buddy of mine's airfield

west of Gainesville.

Now, people come to me, means you want the scenic route.

So we'll fly out toward the ocean and pitch a left.

Now, we're gonna be flying real low and hugging the coast

so you can see the wetlands in all its glory.

Sound good?

Sounds good to me.

OK, please, entrez.

Get on, people. Let's hustle.

Time is money.

Yes, yes.

Come on.

You pack those things for the both of us?

Malika, where did you find this guy?

Does it matter?

He's drunk and he's smoking.

Man the hell up.

Oh, hi, Damian.

Yeah, what's the latest?

Sorry, I've been offline.

Excuse me, sir, but you need to switch your phone off.

Uh, yeah, 15 million. No, I want 25.

Fifteen's embarrassing.

Hey, man,

you really need to put that phone down.

I'll get that to you. Just, give me an hour.

I'll have landed by then.

Put the goddamn phone down

before I shove it up your ass.

Take a day off, Roseanne.

Sorry, Damian. Ahem.

That's it.

Come on--

Clarence!

Hell of a job.

Everyone OK back there?

Honey, hold on!

We got a problem with engine one.

- Shut it off. - Right.

-What's going on? -I'm wigging out, alright?

Baby! Aah!

Kyle?

You good?

-We're gonna get out of here. -OK, what's the problem?

Just hold on, Alice.

We might be in trouble.

Engine two is on fire!

-Extinguishers! -Extinguishers!

This plane's going down. We'll have to ditch it.

Ray!

OK, we lost engines.

We'll have to ditch it somewhere, OK? You got that?

Oh, my God!

Whoa.

We'll have to call it in. Call in the Mayday.

Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!

The radio isn't working!

Brace, brace, brace!

Oh, God! Get on your seat now!

Jamie?

Jamie?

Kyle? You alright?

Kyle?

Kyle?

Alright?

Kyle? It's OK.

Come on. Kyle?

You good?

Alright.

-Kyle? -Come here.

Right, right, right.

How do I get there? Alright, they're good.

- OK, OK... - This way.

Come on, this way!

Wait.

-You good? -Yeah, I'm OK.

There's no artery damage here.

This is clean. OK, OK, Zoe.

OK, we're good now. We're good.

Hey, hey, is it Zoe? Zoe?

Oh, fuck.

We can still fly, right?

-Stay here, OK? -Who else is...

gone?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Just...

Alice, can you please just wrap something around her?

Keep her warm, OK? Just take care of her.

Give me two seconds, OK? It's OK, huh?

-Yeah. -OK.

Kyle. Kyle--

What?

Kyle, everybody's here but that lady's husband.

Yeah, I know.

We survived.

-Hey, what is your name again? -It's Frank.

Frank, do you have a radio or a phone?

Radio's gone. Phones won't work out here.

What I need is a tourniquet. I need a belt.

-Get me a belt. -OK, OK, OK!

-Your belt! -What the fuck?

Don't flatter yourself. Just give me the fucking belt.

Just hook that up.

Come on.

OK, I'm gonna wrap this around you.

I'm gonna count to three, and then I'm gonna pull, OK?

You just gotta breathe, alright?

Three, two, one.

It's alright. We're gonna be OK. We're gonna be OK.

We're gonna be OK.

We're gonna be OK.

Ray!

Ray!

We need to find a phone that works.

- There's no signal, Sam. - You never know.

Ray!

Screw-top for Jamie's urn was a really good idea.

- Yeah. - Ray, goddammit!

Frank, who's he-- Who's he yelling at?

Ray!

The co-pilot.

There's no point in searching solo.

When the rescue team comes,

they'll put a search out or something, I don't...

No one's coming.

What do you mean there's no one coming?

Frank, what do you fucking mean there's no one coming?

- It was cheaper. - What?

To fly unchartered.

-Am I right? -Are you serious?

If the black box wasn't on,

no one knows that we're here.

This is the largest wetland system in the entire US.

Even if they were to figure it out,

what are the chances that they're gonna find us?

Anyway, it doesn't matter.

Without shelter from the heat and no food,

we can't wait here for them.

She's right.

We have to walk.

Walk?

Which way?

North. Maybe north-east.

Oh, OK.

Just kind of north or north-east.

Is that it?

Now I feel better that we have a solid plan.

We experienced problems soon after we took off.

We pitched back north to try and make it to an airfield, but--

We're so screwed.

We could be 20, 30,

maybe 40 miles away.

Experienced problems?

This isn't experiencing problems.

Experiencing problems is what happens

when you fly drunk, Frank.

Why don't you shut the fuck up?

Didn't your husband die, like, five minutes ago?

Shouldn't you be grieving quietly?

- Malika! - Shut your mouth!

Hey! Stop it!

Guys, all we gotta do is walk, OK?

Come on, just...

Let's just gather whatever we can find, OK?

Phones, layers of clothing, food.

And let's just get out of here.

Come on, guys. Let's get to it.

OK, guys. What we got?

We got five phones.

Four are dead.

One is showing we are shit out of luck for signal.

We got some scraps of food.

What else we got?

Guys.

Look!

Ray.

Ray!

Kyle!

Ray!

Shit! Shit!

-Frank! -Swim!

Shit!

Frank!

- Come on! - Get out of the water!

-Get away from there! -Oh, my God!

Come on, Frank!

Let's go!

Shit! Shit!

Where'd it go?

They just do not go through humans like that.

There must be a fucking nest around

because they're super territorial.

Injured or not,

we gotta get out of here.

Frank, you said north. Which way?

North... North...

Yeah. That way.

OK.

Fuck. Shit.

OK.

I need a time-out.

A recharge.

Can't go any further.

My heart, y'all.

Bet she wasn't thinking about that

when she was washing down XXL fries

with a gallon of cola in front of a TV.

Jesus, Malika, cut her some slack.

We're all dead, alright?

Actually, this looks pretty good.

Haven't seen any gator tracks.

Solid ground away from water.

What now? What's wrong?

I'm just trying to figure out

who made her leader

because a few hours ago,

she wouldn't even get on a plane,

and now she's like Steve Irwin or some shit.

Well, she's the most qualified.

-I agree. -Same.

Me too.

Whatever.

Let's make a fire.

Yeah.

Alice, didn't you have that lighter in your--

No, it's alright. I can take it out, it's alright.

Don't worry about that, ahem.

That's alright.

There you go.

It's alright.

Thanks.

Maybe we could sleep back-to-back.

Keep our bodies off the wet ground.

I'm just struggling with why we're listening to her.

It's not like she's got a great scorecard

in life-and-death situations.

Shut the fuck up.

You can lean up against me.

No, I'm good.

What, you the first college kid that don't drink?

Live a little.

Suit yourself.

I'm telling you now, if I get in a sticky situation,

I'm definitely throwing her out front as gator chow.

You're so bad.

You have no idea.

Yes, please.

Oh, shit.

Shit.

Damian...

Oh, fuck.

Damian...

Damian!

Don't you dare hang up!

Hello? Hello, Damian?

It's Rufus. Can you hear me?

Oh, sweet Jesus.

This doesn't make any sense.

Why the hell are they attacking us?

You got any ideas?

Look, my friend, if you know something, now is the time.

-Come on, Frank! -Hey, give him a second.

-Frank? -There's been rumours.

Gators acting strange.

Strange like how?

Captain Sully, hello?

Quick.

Fast.

Normally, gators disappear on the sight or sound of people,

but these, they're frenzied,

covering serious distance.

Aggressive.

Strange attack habits.

Out to kill.

Not just to eat.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!

Ain't that just fucking sweet.

The locals have even named one.

Christina.

-The scarred one. -Guys, look.

It's a cabin or something.

Hey, I think that'll give us a vantage point.

At least we can see what's coming.

Figure out our next move.

It's here!

Hey, stop.

Guys, don't move.

What do you see?

There.

Oh, shit.

There.

And there.

Oh, shit.

Fuck.

Kyle.

Not everyone is gonna make it.

Stay there, OK?

Stay there.

OK, guys, listen up.

We're gonna run together, OK?

Tight. As a group.

We'll be bigger and more threatening as a unit.

Remember...

gators never attack anything bigger than them.

Wait! Wait!

Malika!

Kyle!

-Zoe! -Zoe!

I got you. I got you.

Guys! Together!

Malika!

Bitch!

Move!

Close the door!

Get it in! Get it in!

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Fuck.

Help me!

Help me, please!

Shit.

OK, sorry, sorry.

You're gonna breathe, OK?

What the hell is that?

What are they doing?

They're killing each other?

We need to get some sleep.

I think we should take turns taking watch.

Yeah.

Give me the money! I'll kill the kid.

- I have to do something. - No!

Jamie, please, no.

No, Jamie, don't leave me.

- I'm serious! - Please!

I'll kill the kid! Three, two...

Jamie.

Kyle.

Kyle!

Kyle.

I think I got something.

Where'd you get this?

Stuffed in a drawer.

If this X is us and this is where we crashed,

and this is where we just came through, right?

Is that a building?

And a building of that size could be a factory or something.

If we cross this small river here,

then a three-mile trek,

we can get to where we gotta get to.

Hopefully, there's somebody there to help us.

Yeah, or at least maybe a radio or something.

I've never seen that building on any map before.

That could be bullshit.

It could be someone doodling.

Are you sure?

Uh, my geography is pretty rusty, but...

Yeah.

OK.

Kyle?

I am really sorry that I wasn't there for you.

Guys, what the hell?

Are we just gonna ignore the fact

this is four miles in the wrong direction?

Not to mention the thing that we're running from.

-Any better ideas, Sherlock? -Yeah, we stay here.

The cabin is safer, but we have no food,

no one is coming to get us,

and Zoe's condition is getting worse.

So it's either stay here and die, or try to survive.

I'm not doing this anymore.

I'm not pretending like this is all OK.

Do you guys even know why we're here?

- Malika-- - Do you?

We're here to scatter our friend,

your brother's, ashes.

Why? Because she let him die.

Now we're all putting our lives in her hands to do the same.

Even her best friend blames her.

That's enough.

Let's face it, we all liked Jamie more than her.

It's not fair that she got to live!

-That's enough! -You shouldn't have his ashes!

-Hey! -Hey, cool the fuck out!

Whatever the fuck happened to you people in the past

has no place here.

None of that matters right now.

What matters is getting the fuck out of here.

Fuck you all.

We're outgunned. Outnumbered.

To have even a small chance, we gotta stick together.

Now we'll take a vote.

All those in favour of staying here,

raise your hand.

All those that want to risk it out there?

That's settled.

Now, Kyle...

can you tell us how to get by these things?

You can do this.

If you face off with one of them,

if they stare you in the eye,

don't try and hold your ground.

Just turn around and run and don't look back.

Don't even run in a zigzag because those gators

can get up to 24 miles an hour if you let them.

However, they do burn out pretty quick.

Then if they get you,

don't try wasting your energy

by freeing your body,

even if it's your head,

because those jaws host 80 teeth.

They can rip through your skull,

through sheet metal, through your bones.

The only way that you can get free

is if you punch them in the snout.

You gouge their eyes out.

And you got to do all of that before they hit water

and pull you under.

Because when they do,

they're gonna spin you around faster than a propeller.

They're gonna rip your body into tiny little pieces.

And then they're gonna shove you under a rock

and save your body for later.

Come on, come on, come on.

- I can't go on. - What?

Oh, I can't go on.

-I can't. -Hey.

Hey, I love you.

I'm not leaving without you.

Our little girl's back home wondering where you are.

If she wants to stay, maybe we should just let her.

Either way, we should not be standing still right now.

-What the fuck? -What did you say?

You are some piece of work.

-What? -I...

-What do you want to do? -I really want her to die.

Is that-- Is that bad?

No.

I think there's a queue that goes round the block.

Come on.

Not giving her the satisfaction.

I really need a fucking cheeseburger.

Andale.

Wait.

Y'all hear that?

It's the river.

Let's go.

Come on, come on. Let's go.

Let's go.

Do you need help?

-Do you need help? -I got you.

Some geography, man.

We're screwed.

No.

No, no, no, that was the rain.

Good idea, they said.

Cross the stream and stroll to safety, they said.

We should've stayed put. We gotta go back.

No, we can't go back now.

What are we supposed to do? We can't cross it.

Yeah, but we could use it to our advantage.

Stream's gonna get wider the further it goes down,

which means we can't cross it.

But the current flows in the direction of the sea,

which is south-east.

Which is the direction of the building.

Guys, it's running right by it.

What good does that do?

She wants to build a raft.

-She's check out. -A raft?

Are you fucking kidding me?

- A raft? - It's not crazy.

I've made one before.

There's logs everywhere.

Damp trees, which means bark to lash them together.

Use our clothes to make up the rest.

It has to hold eight people.

Yeah, but it doesn't need to last that long.

With the current, it'll take us a quarter of the time.

Aren't you forgetting the one thing that we're running from?

We can't just stand here and do arts and crafts.

After last night's rainfall, it's seriously humid out.

And the gators can't regulate their body temperature,

which means they're laying low somewhere, cooling down.

That gives us enough time until the sun starts to drop.

Pray tell, what happens if we don't finish in a few hours?

They're gonna resurface in numbers.

And we're cornered when they do.

Meaning we get ripped to shreds and eaten.

-Is that about right? -Not if we move quickly.

Not if we stick together.

- It's suicide. - Come on, guys.

Let's get to work.

Do you want me to stay with her?

Please.

Careful, OK?

Sure.

OK. Put it down.

Good work, guys.

Alright!

So, we just need probably...

ten more like that.

Let's go, Frank. Let's go, Sam.

Is she for real?

Let's go, Frank. Let's go, Sam.

One...

Alright.

We got it.

Hey.

We're nearly there.

I'm gonna get you home, baby.

I promise.

OK.

Baby, I know.

Guys.

Oh, shit.

- You good? - Yeah, I'm good.

It's all that cadet training, huh?

Where's Alice?

She's right behind us.

Or at least she was.

Shit!

I see you, fucker.

We have to go back.

Come on.

No, I am not leaving without her.

Kyle, we have to go now.

Come on.

I'm here.

Oh, my God. You're bleeding.

-Alice... -It's not mine. We have to go.

- They're coming. - You good?

Quickly. Let's go. Let's move!

Come on. Hurry.

Alright.

The bag! Jamie's ashes.

Go, go! I've got it! Go!

- Sam! - Go! Shit, hurry up!

Fuck! Go!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Run! Sam, throw it!

You got it! Come on! Let's go.

-Come on! -Let's get the fuck outta here!

Go! Go!

They're getting closer!

I know!

Move!

-Push! -Shit.

- Frank! - We're going.

- Push! - Come on, Frank!

Come on, Frank!

They're gaining on us, Frank! Go!

Help push!

Come on!

They're getting closer!

- Frank! - Come on, Frank.

Frank? Frank!

Quit backing out!

- Move! - I'm moving!

I love you.

I love you.

Frank, give me the stick!

Frank!

Zoe?

Shit!

Frank! Hey!

Zoe, come with me!

Zoe!

Zoe?

Zoe! Zoe!

No!

Please!

Hey, you can do this.

We're nearly there, OK?

It's just about one foot in front of the other now.

I promised I'd get her home.

Don't make this all be for nothing.

What do you think happened?

These are armour-piercing rounds.

The type special Feds use.

Feds? Like police?

Feds like DEA armed units.

Plus, this place not being on the map,

I'm guessing a drugs bust.

No.

I didn't come all this way to get shot in the fucking head.

Well, whatever happened here is long finished.

What the hell is wrong with you?

I believe we just decided we're going in.

Well, be quiet about it.

We don't know who could still be in there.

Ugh!

Hello!

See? No one home.

She's not worth it.

- What the fuck? - Oh, my God.

What the fuck happened here, man?

Guys?

Oh, my God.

Guys, look.

What is this?

We should split up.

I agree.

We'll cover more ground that way.

They're running in two directions, so two teams.

I'll go with Alice and Malika. We follow the lines.

Find a phone, radio.

Make a call for help, meet outside.

We good?

-Yeah. -Let's go.

Um...

For God's sake, keep quiet about it.

Let's go.

Hey, it's OK.

Aah!

Fuck.

I think this is the way.

We should eliminate the other as an option.

Alice, you want to check it out?

Yeah, sure. I'll catch up.

What the hell is this?

This must be what's making them go crazy.

It's their unmatched ferocity.

Kyle! Whoa!

Oh, my God.

Why are you looking at me like that?

I see you.

What type of pop ballad shit is that?

Digging at Maude.

Chipping at Kyle.

Leaving Zoe for dead. Twice.

Looking after number one.

You think I didn't see that shit in the cabin?

God, relax. You're being intense.

I know people like you!

Seen them in the war.

Stepping on everyone else.

Throw someone off a cliff

if it saved your own skin.

No code.

-Hey, are you OK? -They're everywhere.

- Can't go out. - Who?

Hey. Hello?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Stay with us, stay with us.

Frank!

I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

How does it feel?

Like shit! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

Hey! Hey!

Oh, fuck.

He's gone.

Shit.

-Kyle. -Hey.

Oh, my God.

Yeah, he's fucking dead.

Where's Frank and Malika?

God, I'm begging you, please!

Please! I'm serious! Please! I'm sorry!

What the fuck am I doing?

Help!

Help!

Help!

Please!

I got you, I got you! Come on, guys.

It's OK.

Shh, alright.

Where's Frank?

I think that thing got him.

It's OK, Malika.

You're safe.

You're safe now.

I'm sorry.

I just miss him.

Me too.

Let's go home.

We need to go there.

I can see it.

- I can see... - No, no, no, no.

-Come. -No.

They're sleeping.

Be as quiet as possible.

Go slow.

OK.

Come on, Sam.

Hello.

Hello.

Come on!

Hey!

No!

No! Sam!

Hello, do you read me?

Yes! Yes! Hello!

We crashed! We were-- We were in an airplane!

I don't know, we crashed in the middle of a field!

-Can you give me your position? -I don't know! Fuck!

We're in a building!

We're in the swamps by the river!

Building complex by the swamps.

Hold tight and I'll get to you.

Hello?!

-What the fuck is happening? -Power's down.

Dom, don't.

Stay here and die.

Or try to survive.

Yeah.

OK. Let's go.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, my God.

Fuck.

- Alice... - Alice.

What the fuck is that?

This is what you want, right?

- Alice? - I'm alright.

This is yours.

No!

Kyle!

-Shoot! -Shoot!

-Go, go, go! -Alice!

Dom!

Dom!

Move!

Fuck!

Come on, you motherfucker!

Hey, Christina.

Fuck you!

OK, big bro.

It's time.

I'm living life now, dude.

Thank you.

Hiding away, thinking about preserving life,

just means you're not living it.

I need a drink.

Um...

You hold on to it.

When we get back out here, you're going on this thing.