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(whooshing jingle plays)

(somber music plays)

- Ugh. Piece of junk.

- Hey, don't talk to the beast like that.

- Beast? It's time for the scrapyard.

- Hey, this thing has got

another 1000 miles left in her, okay?

- Well, you're dragging me out in minus 10 temperatures.

This better be good.

- Okay.

If it drops below minus 12, you might see something special.

- Why?

- [John] Just one fact.

- The temperature of the lake stays

a consistent 22 degrees Celsius,

and almost never drops below 18.

- Pretty good.

(undergrowth rustles)

(somber music continues)

- Sorry.

- It's okay.

- Is that...

Is that ...

- Yeah. When you're right, you're right.

(tornado whooshes)

- I mean, it's just a tornado, right? Not that amazing.

I've seen hundreds in my time researching.

- No, come on. Let's look closer. Come on.

- Shouldn't we stay back?

- Relax. We're 150 yards away.

And by my calculations,

it shouldn't move away from the lake.

(wind rushes)

- Ice.

(tornado whooshes)

Impossible.

- Rare. Not impossible.

Cold air circulating around a warm thermal lake.

- Yeah, yeah. I figured that.

- I knew it. I knew it was possible here.

- Don't tell me that's why you bought a cabin so close.

(ice smashes)

What the hell was that?

- [John] That didn't happen last week.

- John, that thing is getting bigger and faster.

- Yeah, maybe we should get out of range.

I left the reader down there.

The ice tornado is currently generating

70 miles per hour wind speed.

- That's getting up there.

- Yeah.

- What does Icarus say?

- No, Icarus is offline today.

- Great. - If this thing spits up

more ice, we're gonna have to get out of range.

I think the hill might do it.

(ice smashes)

- [Molly] Run!

Are we safe?

- That's crazy. - What?

- The internal temperature of that thing is insanely cold.

I don't know how that can happen.

(tornado whooshes)

- It's moving! This way!

- Okay, maybe we can...

(tense music plays)

(Molly screams)

(undergrowth rustles)

(Molly screams)

(tornado whooshes)

(Molly screaming)

(car thuds)

(ice smashes)

(tense music continues)

(wind rushes)

- So, Dina.

Okay, so we've been seeing each other

for a while now, and...

Oh, you make me feel very...

What is the word? What can I say to her?

Happy.

I feel really, really happy when I'm with you.

Dina, would you like to...

Would you like to move in with me?

I feel like...

I feel like we're really, really good together,

and if you move in,

you don't wanna, you won't have to do anything.

I'll do all the cooking, the cleaning.

It'd just be nice if you were there.

(door squeaks)

I don't know.

Oh, God. Young.

You make me feel young.

I just ...

You're not just a gym teacher.

Just tell her how you feel about her.

Why do you always get upset, man?

Don't get upset.

I love you, darling.

I think you're really, really beautiful.

Do you wanna move in with me?

Okay. Come on. Okay.

(mellow music plays)

(knocking on door)

- Hey, kiddo. You packed yet?

- Don't call me "kiddo".

- Come on, Tiana. Can we see some action, please?

- Why do I have to go?

- Think of it as a favor

to the man feeding and clothing you.

The guy who loves you?

- Okay.

What? Why you being weird?

- What? I'm not being weird. I'm cool. I know it all.

Six sevens, all that.

- Dad, not even I know what six seven means.

- It means if you're not ready in six minutes,

in seven, I'll carry you down myself.

- It's cold. Turn the heat up.

- You're always cold. I'm sweating here.

- Probably menopause. - Hey.

I heard that.

(message dings)

- It's not even mid.

- You say something, sweetie?

- Why are you punishing me?

- Punishing you?

We're going for a lovely weekend away in a beautiful cabin.

- With her.

- You two used to get on so well when you were younger.

I don't understand.

- Well, I didn't turn into a bitch.

Oh, wow. Thanks, mom.

- Sweetie, it's your age.

Everyone's a little bitch, or a little bastard.

You know, it would really mean a lot to me

if you could just be civil with Tiana.

Give Mike a chance.

- Seriously, Mom.

Of all people, you had to go date my old gym teacher?

- He's fit.

- What? - Nothing.

(message dings)

(car horn beeps)

(somber music plays)

(doors shut)

(bird chirping)

- So, who's up for singing some road trip songs, eh?

Relax, guys. I'm kidding.

- Gross. - Gross.

(car rumbles)

(Milly yawns)

- [Reporter] The result of the delays

has pushed back the finish of the new high speed line

by approximately two years.

And now, the weather.

Wrap up warm, because it's going to be a cold one,

with strong and icy winds.

- Good thing I bought my winter coat.

Ti, did you bring a warm coat?

- No, I brought a bikini, Dad.

- Oh. Don't worry, Mr. Vincent.

If she gets cold, she could do two laps around the track.

- Did you really make them do laps?

- Fitness breeds focus.

(Tiana snorts)

(car rumbles)

(doors shut)

- Dibs the biggest room.

- I already called dibs.

She's gonna be so pissed when she finds out.

- She's not the only one.

Mills? It's a long walk home.

Come on, you're letting all the cold air in.

(door slams)

- Better sack the cleaner, Mr. Vincent.

- Milly. You know perfectly well it's Mike.

- I'm not his cleaner. He's not paying me to clean.

We're friends.

- Sorry. Force of habit.

- [Tiana] Dad.

- Oh, God.

- No way. No way.

- Dad? Please tell me there's another room somewhere.

Preferably one with a TV.

- I'm sorry, this is it, darling.

- An attic? I'd rather share with spiders than with her.

No offense.

- Totally taken.

- Girls.

(girls laughing)

It's enough. - [Mike] Can we holster

the finger pistols, girls?

- Deal with it.

- Look, depending on how you behave tonight,

it's either gonna be porridge or pizza.

So, are you gonna try and get along?

(Milly sighs)

- Your dad's an ick.

- Yeah, well, your mom's a big yikes.

(alarm blares)

(tense music plays)

- What a rush.

(ground crunches)

- We tore it off, or what?

- Shut it, Spike. Just lock in.

- Relax, Zane. You're a rich man now.

- Don't start celebrating yet.

We still need to get the hell out of here

and set up that meeting with the broker.

Anything following?

- Nah, no, but they're clearing away. Insane Zane.

- Don't call me with that. I'm not insane.

- Put it down, you mug.

- Look, I love you, Uncle Spike, but don't call me insane.

- Whatever.

(tense music continues)

- Ah.

(somber music plays)

- So, what'd you reckon we'll get for these?

- Hmm. Right. 20 diamonds, 10 carats, flawless.

Market price, could be talking 10 mil.

So, I figure broker'll get us

a quick, tidy, easy three mill.

- So, we're millionaires.

- Whoa there, Sea Biscuit. Just hold your fucking horses.

All right? First we need to lay low.

Then we need Keith to authenticate these diamonds,

'cause well, mate,

you don't know a diamond from last Tuesday.

- So, they might be fake?

- They look pretty good to me, but I'm no Larry Graff.

- What?

- Larry Graff.

He's to diamonds what Bill Gates is to laptops.

Right, some of these gangsters holding contraband

have fakes sitting in them sometimes,

in these security boxes,

especially if his spot's been hit too much.

- Shit. You got me worried now.

- [Zane] Well, look, Spike, relax.

They're probably legit. All right?

We just need Keith to give these the once over

before we can attach a buyer to them.

- So, we're gonna lay low?

(diamonds rattle)

- We'll head north.

I want us 300 miles away from the crime scene.

Here, right?

This area here, it's got lowlands, highlands, lakes,

rivers, and cabins.

Remote cabins.

- Cabins?

- Yeah. I scouted the area last week. This cabin here.

Listed up on Airbnb. Currently empty.

- What about the owner?

- No one.

(tense music plays)

(latch clicks)

(footsteps tapping)

(door shuts)

(drawer rattles)

(paper rustles)

(tense music continues)

- There's no other place for another mile at least.

This place will be safe and clear.

- You're 100% sure?

- Spike, I'd stake your life on it.

- Hang on. My life?

- Yeah, right. Time to go.

Lot of ground to cover before morning,

and when you stay off the main roads,

we'll dump this van just to be safe.

- [Mike] Come on.

(screwdriver ratcheting)

- That doesn't sound good.

- I think it just needs to warm up.

A bit like our lovely daughter, am I right?

Come on, that.

- I'm gonna leave you hanging, Mr. Vincent.

- Come on, that's funny.

(screwdriver ratcheting)

- This is impossible. This isn't working.

(gentle music plays)

(knife tapping)

- Look, it's Mr. Chambers.

Wait, is this his place?

- He inherited it, I wanna say from his great aunt.

- [Dina] He was the teacher you used to have a crush on,

wasn't he, Milly?

- Shut up.

- No way. Mr. Chambers.

- That's what Milly said.

- He better not turn up.

- [Mike] Relax. He's traveling.

- And he doesn't have a cleaner?

- No, that's part of the deal.

So, we clean up when we leave,

and we look after the pipes, the boiler.

I mean, these places can fall into disarray

if they're not looked after, so.

(pipes rattling)

- Yeah. Good luck with that.

- Tiana.

Milly, drink?

- Thanks.

- Okay.

- Mr. Vincent. Mike?

- Yes.

- What's the WiFi password?

- Erm...

- No, no.

- [Dina] Baby. - No.

No WiFi?

- It's not that bad. There's a library in the next town.

They have WiFi there.

- Can we go now?

- [Dina] Milly, it's 10 o'clock at night.

- Oh my God. Oh, I've been kidnapped. This is a prison.

I'm in a prison with my old gym teacher

and his horrible daughter.

- [Dina] Milly!

(Milly pants)

- Dad, can you turn on the wifi? There's no signal.

(bag rustles)

(Mike laughs)

- Wanna fool around?

(Dina laughs)

- [Tiana] These walls are thin. Don't you dare.

- Do you think this was a bit early?

- Dina, don't. They're not children.

Either they can deal with it or they can't.

- You're right. I'm sorry about Milly.

She shouldn't be rude.

- It's all right. I mean, it can't be easy on her.

Think about it.

Her ex-gym teacher falling

madly in love with her mother.

- You settle in. - Okay. All right, baby.

- I'm gonna go and talk to Milly.

- Okay. All right.

(bed creaks)

(pen scratches)

(Dina knocks)

- Sorry to disturb you, Tiana. Is Milly here?

- No.

- Well, do you know where she is?

- I don't care.

(Milly sniffs)

- Milly?

(Milly sniffs)

Oh, I'm sorry. Are you okay?

- Why do you care? You don't care about me or my feelings.

- You know I care.

- You're both acting like we're making this hard on purpose,

but I don't like Tiana.

She doesn't like me, and we're still here.

We're doing it for you guys.

- I know. We do appreciate it.

- Yes. Don't expect us to like it.

- Are things really that bad between you two?

- Well, I told you this years ago, mom.

You know, before dad died, she was mean to me for months.

You can't force her, and she hates my guts, clearly.

- Oh, definitely.

- Hmm. Great pep talk, Mother.

- Look, all that we ask is that you avoid

getting into another full-on fist fight.

We don't want a repeat of the suspension incident.

- Well, boxing us together

is like setting fire to a tornado, mom.

- Geez. What a description.

- Fine. I won't get in a fight if she doesn't start one.

- Could you also be a bit nicer to Mike?

I used to hear nothing but good things from you

about his classes.

- Yeah, well, it's different.

Being a gym teacher is one thing. Replacing dad is another.

- It's not like that. You understand?

I'll never not love your dad. He's gone.

And I'm still young.

Relatively young.

It's been three years, and I'm trying to move on.

And Mike, Mike makes me feel like I'm still wanted.

- Yeah. Don't have to explain yourself. It's okay.

I'll try.

I can't promise anything, but I'll try.

- I'll take that. Thank you, sweetie.

- Mom?

- Yeah?

- Tiana was right about one thing.

- [Dina] What?

- The walls are very thin here.

- Noted.

(somber music plays)

- At least things can't get any worse.

- Shit!

- Right. Is this it? Are we here?

- The car's died.

- You're taking the piss.

- Fucking car's died. - You're taking the piss.

- Fuck.

(Zane sighs)

So, what? We need to steal another one?

- No, I remember the map.

Besides the farm, there's nothing here

between here and the cabins.

- Damn it.

- Could steal a tractor?

- Oh, shut it, Spike. Don't insult the car like that.

We walk. We walk.

My thera...

I heard country walks would do me good anyway.

- It's minus 12 out here.

- Right? We'll run it, then. Okay?

A jog will us both some good, I think.

- I fucking hate jogging. Plays with my scar.

- Hang on. I'm getting a call.

- [Keith] Zane. It's about time.

- We have the items, okay?

We just need you to authenticate these diamonds.

All right, and set us up a broker.

- [Keith] My fee is 30%.

- Tommy said you'd do it for 20.

- [Keith] Tommy? Tommy talks shit.

(Zane sighs)

- We'll do it for 25.

- [Keith] Deal. I can get to you in five hours.

Send me the address.

- We're at a cabin near Withnail Woods.

(tornado whooshes)

(porridge squelches)

- Mm.

- It's freezing in here.

- I've turned the heating on.

I'm just waiting for the pipes to warm up, love.

- Will they manage 20 degrees before the week is out?

- [Dina] Eat it. It's warm, and it'll fill you up.

- I hate porridge.

- So, are you two up to anything nice today?

- Walking, I guess.

If I'm lucky, I'll find a circus to join.

- Mm. You can be the bearded lady.

- You could be the freak.

- Girls. - Girls.

(pipes creaking)

- That sounds like pipes. I'll go have a look at the boiler.

I'll be back in a minute.

(undergrowth crunches)

- Can't we use Google Maps?

- No signal.

Spike, you're just too reliant on technology.

- How far do you reckon?

- We've done four miles.

- Millionaire, millionaire. Paradise, girls, booze.

Girls, booze, paradise. But that's it, really.

That's enough.

- Fucking idiot.

(door shuts)

(somber music plays)

(camera shutter clicks)

(twig snaps)

- What's your problem with me?

- [Tiana] My problem? Get over yourself.

- You started the fight, remember?

- If that's what you think. But you know what?

- What?

- Next time, I'll finish it.

- Really?

- Yeah, wanna try me?

- You know what? I promised my mom.

You're not worth it.

- Okay.

(camera shutter clicks)

(wind rushes)

(tornado whooshes)

- Oh my God.

(tense music plays)

(ice and dirt thudding)

- Here. Girl, 12:00. What do you reckon, 19?

Leo di Caprio's preferred age.

- All right, cool it, Spike.

- So, what's the plan?

Hey, good looking. How are you?

- All right, don't be a creep.

- Lovely day. You wanna party?

- We'd love a quick word, young lady.

Don't worry, we're not salesmen.

- Sorry, I'm late. My dad's waiting for me inside.

(latch clicks)

(door squeaks)

Hello? Anyone here? Sorry, the door was open.

- I think she's seen us.

- We just look look a pair of ramblers.

We're all right.

- We're pair of (indistinct), all right?

- Look, we're just gonna stick to the plan.

Cabin's just further up ahead. All right? Let's move.

(tornado whooshes)

- [Milly] Anyone here?

(somber music plays)

- [John] January 2025,

my visits to Lake Marwood have proved fruitless so far.

The winter temperatures haven't been cold enough.

Volcanic rock lies beneath the surface.

The thermal lake has heated

by two degrees over the past two years.

I'd hoped this might be the year.

January 2026, it finally happened.

The cold snap arrived as expected,

hitting the temperature required.

Marwood Lake was warm enough, the winds strong enough.

I saw it forming.

Sometimes, I wonder if we'll see

an increase of potentially life-threatening weather events,

the likes of which humanity is unready for.

Strangely, it excites me as a scientist.

As a person, it terrifies me.

(laptop beeping)

- Do you think the guard will be okay?

- He'll live.

- Don't like using guns.

- It was necessary. It was us or them.

Old man didn't listen to my instruction. I shot him the arm.

The other guy pulled the taser out on me.

I shot him in the leg.

And if you ever hesitate on me like that again,

I'll shoot you next.

You know how it is out here, Spike.

It's a dog eat dog world.

- Don't disrespect me. You need me.

- Do I now?

- Yeah. I can crack safes. You can't.

- Huh.

Hey, I guess you're right.

- Yeah. Whatever.

- [Mike] Oh my God. Come on, you little bastard.

Oh, fudge!

- Hi. He's fixing the boiler.

Correction: he's trying to fix the boiler.

- You think he will?

- [Dina] Fix it?

- No. Those pipes.

They're more frozen than a Kardashian's forehead.

- I saw something crazy. Like, insane.

- What did you see?

- An ice tornado.

- Very funny, Tiana.

- Look.

- Darling, that's AI.

- No. This is a lake not far from here.

Maybe a couple miles. I thought it was gonna swallow me up.

- The wind's picking up.

Dina, she's winding you up. Tell her, darling.

- Why don't you believe me?

- Oh, for Christ's sakes, Tiana,

why are you trying to ruin everything?

At least fake an illness

or tell me you forgot about an exam, but an ice tornado?

You can't be serious.

- What if she's right?

- It's impossible.

- I saw it, and it could be heading this way.

- Oh.

- Where's Milly?

- I saw her heading down a path somewhere.

I think opposite where the tornado's heading.

- [Dina] How far do these things spread?

- We could look it up on Google

if this place wasn't stuck in the dark ages

of the early 90s.

- Dark ages? Cheeky mare. That was my prime.

- Mike.

- What?

- Not helping.

- Sorry.

(keyboard tapping)

(laptop beeping)

- Gonna get into trouble, Mills.

That's not good. It's growing.

(laptop beeping)

Thin walls.

(tornado whooshes)

(trees creaking)

- [Mike] I don't think this is a good idea.

- I have to find my daughter.

- Are you looking at how dangerous it is out there?

- I thought you didn't believe in the ice twister.

- Whatever that is, those are gale force winds.

I know that.

Those are the kind of winds that blow trees over.

- I have to take the chance. I need my daughter with me.

- Well, let me go.

- [Dina] No, you stay here and look after Tiana.

She's my responsibility.

- Okay, darling. Good luck.

(door shuts)

She'll be all right. She has to be.

(tornado whooshes)

(trees cracking)

(Mike sighs)

- Now what?

- Is the power gone?

- I don't know.

Hopefully, it's just the bulb.

I'll have a look at the fuse box.

- Dad.

- Yeah?

- I'm scared.

- Honey, you don't need to be scared.

I would never let anything happen to you, okay? I promise.

Come and help Daddy find a fucking torch.

- God, you're old.

- Right. I did know that. I did know that.

(fuse box clunks)

Well, it's not the fuse box.

- What are we gonna do?

You can't just rely on candles when it gets dark.

- I know, I know.

Scott said he's got a generator that we could use.

I can try and hook that up.

- Should we call an emergency line?

- Okay. All right. Well, I mean, yeah. It makes sense.

Good thinking.

Glad someone in our family's got the brains.

(Tiana laughs)

(dial tone rings)

Isn't it meant to ring?

(distorted voice babbles)

Hello?

Hello? Can you hear me?

Emergency operator, can you hear me?

That's a problem.

Okay. Well, you had a good idea. Candles for now.

And we'll go to...

We'll go get the generator. It's gonna be fine.

(footsteps thumping)

- So much for the cabin being empty.

- Right, we adapt.

- So, what do we do?

- Okay. You secure the woman. I'll secure the cabin.

- It's close.

(tornado whooshes)

(trees creaking)

- [John] Molly would call me an idiot

if she knew what I spent having this cabin built

to cope with events which might never happen.

My view is, as always, go big, or go home.

My home is hurricane-proof, tornado-proof.

Only thing that can't stop is my ex-wife.

(tornado whooshes)

- Ti, I'm going for firewood.

(door thumps)

(tense music plays)

(Mike shouts)

- Wait, wait, wait-

- Don't even think about it.

- Wait, wait. - How many in the cabin?

- Just wait- - [Zane] How many

in the cabin? - Just me.

- Right. Then no one's gonna miss you.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Okay. Me and my daughter.

- What about the other woman? Huh?

- My partner, we just broke up. She's not coming back.

- Right. - [Mike] Really.

- Okay. We'll see about that.

- Just please stop pointing that gun at me. Just relax.

- Relax? - [Mike] Yeah, please.

- Okay. - [Mike] Please.

- [Zane] You play nice. - Yeah.

- We'll see how this goes. - [Mike] Okay.

- Then, we'll see how relaxed I am.

- [Mike] Okay.

- Up. Up.

- Okay.

- [Zane] To the cabin.

- Okay. - [Zane] Go.

- All right. Okay. All right, all right.

Okay! Okay, I'm walking.

- Move!

(tense music continues)

Open the door.

- Tiana, don't do it.

- I'm calling the police.

- With what signal? Open the door.

- No. Fuck off.

- Open that fucking door!

- Tiana, don't open! No!

- Look, it's cold. It's windy.

Should we find out if those windows are bulletproof?

Or maybe we should find out

if your daddy's head is bulletproof.

Open the door.

Fuck. Right.

Let's make this simple.

(gun fires)

Open the door now!

- Don't!

- [Zane] Open it!

(Zane pants)

- [Mike] No, don't, Ti!

- Milly?

Milly?

(gun fires)

(undergrowth crunches)

- Come with me. To the cabin. Stop moving.

- What do you want?

(fist thuds)

(foot thuds)

(Spike groans)

(Spike pants)

- [Zane] Move! - [Mike] All right,

we're moving.

Right? - Sit.

(gun fires)

- It looks like your woman met with a problem.

- No. Fuck...

Ow!

- Sit your arse down. You ain't Jason Statham.

Just remember, you best behave.

You have a daughter. Daddio.

Right. Anybody else in this house?

Oh, this silent thing again?

Okay. How about you, pretty?

Do you have an uncle, an auntie, a sibling?

A fucking butler lurking around?

Huh?

- No. It's just me, my mom, and my dad. If you hurt her-

- You'll do what?

Make a disparaging Instapost, do a TikTok?

You won't do fucking nothing. So, sit down and shut up.

And don't even think about making a move at me again.

(tense music plays)

- Bitch.

(tornado whooshes)

(Spike pants)

(gun fires)

(Dina grunts)

- Run.

- You out of your fucking mind?

(tornado whooshes)

(trees creak)

- We've got to get to the cabin. Keep moving.

- Wait a minute.

- What happened to you?

- Get ready.

- What you talking about?

- It's coming. - What's coming?

- The ice tornado.

That's the first I've heard that one before.

Hey, get your arse down.

- I hope these windows are strong.

(all panting)

(wind rushes)

- It's impossible.

- Sit down.

- Right.

We're about a minute from that fucking thing hitting us.

Get your arse down, now!

- Why is it so fucking cold in here?

- Cool it. And shut it.

- You picked a hell of a hide out.

- Right.

Any of you feel like smart mouthing,

or making any fucking moves towards me,

I've got a bullet in here with one of your names on it,

just itching to find its way home in your fucking head.

- Zane. What are you gonna do about Keith?

- Fuck's sake.

What else do you want to fucking give away?

My address, postcode, fucking date of birth? Jesus Christ.

- Did you find Milly?

- So, what are you gonna do with them?

- We might need them.

- Until when?

(Zane groans)

- Fuck! Right. Listen up.

We're staying right here.

We're waiting for our point of contact to arrive.

We're gonna keep being nice and easy, cool and steady.

Wait for this weather to pass.

And don't be difficult towards us. All right?

- [Spike] Fuck.

- Cool it!

- Blame her. She kicked me in the balls.

She's fucking damaged one.

- Nice work.

- Stop conferring now!

Oh my God. Get down!

(tornado whooshes)

- It's here! Get down! Get down!

- Get down!

(cabin rumbles)

(furniture crashing)

(tornado whooshes)

(car thuds)

(all panting)

(snow sprays)

(Zane groans)

- The fuck was that?

(tense music plays)

(tornado whooshes)

- Bobby. It's me.

You still in the market for some high value diamonds?

How valuable? Try 10 carat, flawless.

What's it matter how I got hold of them? You interested?

Great. I'm off to authenticate. We'll speak soon.

(cup rattles)

(wind rushes)

(tense music plays)

- Going somewhere?

- Get off!

- Fucking bitch!

Fucking on it!

(foot thuds)

Fuck.

Stay.

All secure.

- [Zane] Hey, get your arse down here.

- You're a tough kid. I'll give you that.

(Zane pants)

- That damn thing up there has brought the temperature down.

Hey, big guy. You got a spare coat?

- Go fetch.

- What did I tell you two?

- Okay, all right. It's in the master bedroom.

- Grab me the coat.

- Do I have to do everything?

- Go grab me the coat.

- If the tornado has passed, why don't you move on?

- Well, I'm no Scott of the Antarctic,

so I'm not prepared to walk out there

in this freezing cold temperature.

- [Dina] Take our car.

- Your car, swept up by the tornado?

By the looks of it,

it's heading down towards the next cabin.

We'll stay right here.

- What, for your friend? What if he doesn't even come?

He might never get here.

- What did I tell you?

- Do you think Milly's made it to the next cabin?

- I hope so.

Listen to me. Zane, listen to me.

Zane. This cabin is not safe. We need to move. Okay?

Understand?

- Nobody's going anywhere.

- Okay.

Okay. All right.

Okay. All right.

Okay. You're in charge. You're the man.

Okay, I get that.

(tense music plays)

(tornado rumbles)

(Milly yelps)

(wind howls)

(cabin rattles)

(metal clangs)

(watch beeps)

(door squeaks)

- Come on, Keith. Think of the money.

(Keith taps dashboard)

(trees crunch)

(tornado whooshes)

(tires screech)

- No, no, no!

(Keith screams)

(car crashes)

- You better hurry up.

- What are you lot doing here?

- Yeah. This place is supposed to be empty.

- Belongs to a work colleague,

and he's away traveling, he said we could use it.

- [Zane] Oh, great timing.

- [Spike] Just our luck, eh?

- Listen. Why don't you let us...

Let us go? Okay, we can walk.

It's not like we're close to anywhere.

Even if we were to call the police,

you'd be long gone away.

- So, you're gonna be a grass?

- I'm not a grass.

- [Spike] We haven't done anything to them.

- I've pistol whipped him a few times.

- [Spike] Besides that.

- No. We'll wait here and we'll all move together.

- Whoever you're waiting for is gonna be greeted

by an ice tornado, and icy gale force winds.

I hope they're prepared.

- There's no wifi at all.

- Yeah, that thing out there

has probably killed all phone and internet signal.

- We ain't going back, Zane.

That storm's swallowed him up and spat him out

like some Keith popsicle.

We should cut our losses, grab the diamonds,

and find another broker.

- Oh, just stop running your mouth.

- Okay. Right then!

(tense music plays)

(all shouting)

(all shouting)

- Drop it.

- You drop it.

- Want me to shoot your husband?

- Don't push me.

- You won't take the shot.

- Don't push me.

- You ever shot a gun before?

(fist thuds)

Sit down!

God, I'm sick of these two. And you!

How many times is she gonna kick your arse?

- Shut up, Zane. And stop disrespecting me.

- Respect has to be earned.

And stop saying my name.

- Not your fucking servant.

I'm sick of doing your dirty work.

- There's the door.

Leave.

- Give me half the diamonds and I'll go.

- No can do. I don't do severance packages.

- Hand them over.

- Now let me get something clear. All right?

You can do safes. I do the leg work.

I take the risks you're unwilling to take.

I also have connections.

Do you know someone who can shift hot diamonds?

Hm? Hm?

I didn't think so.

You'll end up selling those diamonds

back to the person we stole it from,

and you'll be in concrete boots on a riverbed by sundown.

- Shut up.

- Put the gun down.

- No.

- You're a terrible shot.

And don't even think about it, Daddio.

You'll never take the shots, Mike.

- You said no names.

- I think we're past that point now. Come on.

You hesitating again? Take the shot.

- Fuck you.

- [Zane] Do it. Come on, take the shot! Do it!

Take the shot!

- Fuck you.

- That's what I thought.

(gun thuds)

You know, you used to be my hero.

Now, you're such a failure.

- Fuck you.

- Get the fuck over there.

Right. Now, that's established, someone get me a drink.

Preferably whiskey.

- Wake up. There's two guys with guns downstairs.

- No shit. Where have you been?

- There's a cabin a mile away. We need to go there, now.

There's a ice tornado outside.

- [Tiana] Yeah. I know.

Okay. - What we gonna do?

- I guess we have to work together.

- Then we're fucked.

- Why do you hate me so much?

- Because you hate me.

- I don't. Not really.

- You've been horrible to me since school. I don't get it.

We used to be so close.

- Yeah, well, cliques change in school.

But what you did to me, you and your friends,

that was horrible.

- I regret that. It's just Brianna.

- Brianna? She doesn't even like you.

- She's my friend. - No, she's not.

- Wait, that bitch.

She said the same thing to me.

- The evil little cow.

She's been pitting us against each other this whole time.

She even told me to fight you.

- She told me the same thing.

I'm sorry, Milly.

- Yeah, me too.

- Okay, so what's the plan?

- I have an idea, but we have to separate

the two captors first.

- Find any weapon you can.

- I don't think he's coming.

- You think?

- [Tiana] Hey, someone. I need to pee.

- I thought you gagged her up.

- I did.

- Hmm? Obviously not well enough. Go see to it.

- Hurry up. I need to pee.

- Why don't you wet yourself and shut the fuck up?

Well, what are you smiling at?

(vase thumps)

(tense music plays)

- Spike, hurry up!

- Drop your gun, Zane.

- [Zane] Oh, shit. God, I knew this was gonna happen.

You knew when you hired and you paid him.

What the fuck did I pay him for?

Look, sweetheart. I like what you're doing.

I respect it, okay?

In fact, I should hire you as my right hand man,

because you've got balls.

Bigger balls than him.

- I'm not looking for work. I heard the boss is a prick.

- Oh, that's a shame.

'Cause, well, there's an open position.

(gun fires)

(Spike grunts)

(Mike shouts)

(gun fires)

(Mike shouts)

(Dina pants)

- Oh, God.

- Please don't shoot my little girl, please.

- You're trying to appeal to my good side? I don't have one.

(gun clicks)

- Tiana, be careful.

- Baby, you give Daddy the knife.

- Yeah, baby, give him the knife.

- I'll give you the knife, right through the heart.

- Where's Spike's gun? Where's his gun?

- About that.

- Oh, shit. What a predicament we find ourselves in.

- Don't move. - Has mummy taught you

to hold that thing?

Safety on.

- Yeah, I checked the safety.

(Milly grunts)

(Zane grunts)

(tense music plays)

(bar thuds)

(gun fires)

(Zane shouts)

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

- [Dina] Milly, where were you?

- I found a cabin just a mile away.

We need to get there now.

- Why?

- [Milly] 'Cause the ice tornado's circling back.

It's gonna hit this place with even more power,

and it's going to tear this place apart.

- The tornado will miss the cabin you're talking about?

- [Milly] No, but it's built

to especially reinforce, withstand tornadoes.

- What about ice tornadoes?

- I don't know, but some chance is better than none.

- Let's do it. - [Dina] What about your leg?

- I can make it. Come on.

(Spike groans)

- Get out of my way.

- You're not going anywhere!

- I'm going after them.

They can outrun that ice, but they can't outrun me.

- Fuck's sake!

(fist thuds)

(Spike shouts)

(Zane pants)

(Mike groans)

- It's not far.

- We need to go now.

We have 10 minutes until it hits the other cabin.

- I can make it.

(tornado whooshes)

(cabin crunches)

- Almost there!

(tense music plays)

- [Dina] Keep going.

- Quickly, it's coming!

- Milly.

(tornado whooshes)

(all shouting)

- Fuck! Open! Bitches! Fuck!

Now, I'm gonna ice you.

(ice thuds)

- Go, go, go, go.

(Mike groans)

- Get down!

Oh, this place better hold.

- It will.

Mike?

- Yeah.

- I'm sorry I gave you a hard time.

- It's okay. Forget about it.

- I'm sorry.

- This is it!

(tornado whooshes)

(trees creaking)

(cabin creaks)

(all whimpering)

- It's passing.

- Please tell me it's not coming back around.

(keyboard tapping)

- The system's down.

I hope it'll come back once the tornado's out of range.

(laptop beeps)

Oh, it's subsiding. It's not coming back.

- You think Scott's cabin's gonna be all right?

- I doubt it.

- Shit. What am I gonna tell him?

- That he bought a cabin in a place plagued by ice twisters.

- Okay, guys.

Let's find a first aid kit tend to any wounds.

- What happens now?

- What do you mean?

- With me and you.

- What do you wanna have happen?

- I wouldn't go as far as pledging sisterhood just yet,

but I don't know.

- Friends?

(birds chirping)

I'm gonna go check on the lovebirds.

- Okay.

(ominous music plays)

(Milly gasps)

- Brace yourself.

(Mike shouts)

You okay, Tiana?

- I'll be fine.

(Mike pants)

- Milly?

Milly?

(ominous music plays)

(Milly shouting)

- Let me cut her heart out.

It'll be the last thing you see before you die.

(gun firing)

(Zane shouts)

- So, you can shoot.

- Yeah. I can.

(gun fires)

- Where the hell did you get a gun?

- I found it in the first aid box.

Go figure.

(somber music plays)

(undergrowth crunches)

- I guess we're sisters now, are we?

- Yay.

Why did Mrs. Claus divorce Santa?

- [Milly] Why?

- [Tiana] 'Cause he couldn't get rid of all his ho-ho-hoes.

- Right, come on, ladies. Let's get those legs moving.

- We're gonna keep them moving, all right.

All the way to the next pub.

- Lightweights.

- Oh, my God. We're walking all this way just to see a lake?

- Oh, yeah. Lake Marwood. I looked it up.

It's one of those thermal lakes

that stay warm constantly all year round,

and we didn't get a chance to see it last time, did we?

- Yeah, I wonder why that was.

- I think I have an idea why.

- It is getting really cold.

I do like it here, but maybe we could go

somewhere warmer for our next holiday?

- Yeah. We could make it a fire twister.

- Good one.

(tornado whooshes)

(glass smashing)

(dramatic music plays)

(man screams)

(tense music plays)

(tense music continues)

(whooshing jingle plays)