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[eerie music]

[bell tolls]

[insect-like chirping]

[eerie music intensifies]

[eerie music fades]

[upbeat big band music]

♪ I'm having a ball ♪

♪ My life is a blast ♪

♪ I'm loving it all ♪

♪ And who knows How long this will last ♪

♪ I'm having a ball ♪

♪ I'm running the show ♪

♪ How I got stuck With so much luck ♪

♪ I'll never know ♪

♪ I'm living a dream ♪

♪ Just floating on air ♪

♪ If there should ever be ♪

♪ Rain on my parade ♪

♪ I don't care ♪

♪ I'm having a ball ♪

♪ I'm calling the shots ♪

[man groans and sniffles]

[music continues in background]

[groans]

[grunts, hisses]

[music fades out]

[snoring]

[low, indistinct whirring]

[beeping]

[stomach grumbling]

[stomach grumbles louder]

[gagging, vomiting]

[coughing]

[gagging, vomiting]

[grunts]

[ominous music]

[wheezing]

[ominous music rises]

[tense music]

[tense music stops]

[aggressive nu metal music]

[nu metal music fades]

[rapid pitter-patter]

[chirping and fluttering]

[woman vocalizing]

[singing] My life is gone

Just let me shout

[vocalizing]

[distant male voice]

[thunder rumbling, wind blowing]

[loud thunder]

[sighs]

[baby crying]

[sighs]

[crying continues]

[foreboding sound] [crawling]

[alarm beeping]

[dog barking]

[beeping continues, horns honking]

[gasps]

[upbeat pop rock music]

♪ I'm overjoyed I'm overjoyed ♪

♪ Just standing there In corduroy ♪

♪ I told you once I told you, boy ♪

♪ A hundred eighty ♪

♪ I'm over... ♪

♪ Joyed ♪

♪ Thank God you're right ♪

♪ Oh, I'm over... ♪

♪ Joyed ♪

♪ I'm so happy I could cry ♪

♪ Oh, I'm over... ♪

♪ Joyed ♪

♪ Thank God you're right ♪

♪ Yeah, I'm over... ♪

♪ Joyed ♪

♪ I'm so happy I could cry, cry, cry, cry ♪

[music fades out]

Ugh!

[footsteps receding]

[door closes, seagulls calling]

[dog barking in distance]

Mr. Rossmore, it's way past time

to replace these old AC units.

-I pay you to fix things. -AC repair is above my paygrade.

Well, just YouTube it. Surprise me.

Did you do the other jobs? No?

I left specific notes.

Yeah. Most of them.

Need to be on it. Huh?

Attack the day!

Vacancies are like a cancer. No, they're worse.

-Fuck you, Rossmore. -Yeah, you wish.

-Tenants are pissed. -Yeah? Well, fuck them.

Fuck you!

You need to stop letting people treat you like shit.

Take control of your life.

What would you do if this was what you really wanted to do?

Kill myself.

[laughs] That's funny.

Use it, but not too much.

Remember, you're living in a rent-free unit,

which in this economy is fucking insane.

It's the law. Buildings over 20 units need a live-in manager.

-Selena, listen to me. -It's Serena.

Your goal in life is full occupancy. Hm?

This dump, full.

You could maybe offer some perks,

like free cable and Wi-Fi. Oh, maybe, like, a gym.

Yes!

Yes! That's a great idea!

How about we turn your apartment into a gym?

-I'm a fucking genius. -What?

Yeah, because then we'd only have 19 units

and no need for a live-in manager.

Now, you need to get back to work...

and I need to get to Aspen.

Mm.

Hey, kid.

[elevator chimes]

Remember to smile more.

Oh, lest I forget...

Rent's going up.

Because of this socialist council that we have,

it's only a measly three percent.

I'm telling you, this city is killing us landlords.

It's killing us.

[elevator creaking]

[Serena] Ugh...

Ugh...

[rapid pitter-patter]

[indistinct tapping]

[glass shatters]

[footsteps receding]

[chirping]

[chewing]

It just dropped off the wall. This building's falling apart.

-It's probably the heat. -It's the neglect.

And there's a leak in the lobby.

That's on my to-do list.

Are you only here one day a week?

Seven.

I live underneath you.

So how come shit never gets to-done?

[footsteps recede]

[pulsating music]

Hey!

-What's this? -You should read it.

I only read audio books.

[pulsating music blaring]

From Mr. Rossmore.

Would you mind please turning it...?

Up, 'cause it's so fucking cool!

Don't sell Nvidia, hold.

-Hold, hold, hold. -Rent increase.

Hi. Drinkie? It's almost wine o'clock.

For your mom.

Not my fault.

She's with a friend.

-Rent increase. -Are you kidding me?

I had quite a day. How about you?

I spanked a CEO, had another one dressed up as a poodle,

and my last guy had a Morticia Addams fetish.

Do you want to do your music lesson here later or my place?

Here. Bring pizza.

Okay.

Shit-more's raising rent.

Oh, ignore him. Lady Lash knows things.

If it's any consolation, he wants to throw me out.

This is my not surprised face.

I'm tracking this chip company out of Taiwan.

It's unbelievable.

[pulsating music fades]

[buzzer sounds]

George?

Are you in there?

It's Serena.

[flies buzzing]

[knocking on door]

[seagulls calling in distance]

Hey.

-Hi. -Sorry. I...

I can't smoke in our apartment. The baby.

That's okay. I come in this apartment

because the acoustics are so good.

How's she doing?

She's, she's great.

But er... next-level exhausting.

I sometimes hear her through the AC.

I was one of those babies.

My mom used to play lullabies on this guitar,

hoping I would fall asleep.

[playing a lullaby]

[man] Music will save you.

I live in hope.

I should borrow it and play her something.

Mm...

[baby cooing]

It literally sits on a velvet cushion in a display case.

Kind of special, huh?

-Yep. -If the building's on fire,

it's the one thing you save sort of thing?

Exactly.

[baby crying on monitor]

Uh-oh, that's her worried cry.

She has a diaper cry, a hunger cry and this...

"where the fuck are you?" cry.

[crying on monitor continues]

[door closes]

[phone ringing]

[tenant] Fuck you! This fucking lobby's a fucking death trap!

Fuck!

[ding]

[Serena] Are you okay?

Do I look okay?

Mm, yeah.

You've got to clean this up.

Oh, no. Did you get water on you?

I slipped. I could have torn my ACL!

-I'm going to get right on this. -Don't let this happen again.

[eerie sound]

-Hey! -Holy shit!

Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.

Listen, something came up and I have to go to Vegas.

For work.

I wondered if you could just check in on Molly

while I'm gone.

She's fine on her own,

but she still has a damn cast on her leg.

[horn honking]

Text me if there's a problem.

[footsteps receding]

[door creaks open]

[door creaks closed]

[fan whirring]

[tapping]

George?

[keys jangling]

George?

Are you here?

[whirring]

[Serena] Ugh, the smell...

[ominous music]

George?

Shit!

Uh...

[buzzing]

[buzzing intensifies]

[glass clinking]

[terrifying music]

[heartbeat pounding]

[ominous rising sound]

It's Covid bullshit again.

The good news is, I never had any contact with him.

[tense music]

[camera clicks]

Hi. Er, yeah.

I need an appointment with Dr Becker, please.

Erm...

Yeah. Strangely enough, it is very urgent.

Hey! Er, what's going on?

Ma'am, I'm going to need you to keep your distance.

It's not airborne, but just to be safe.

This building is now under federal quarantine.

Anyone breaks the seal, it's a year in jail. You understand?

It looks like you're going to have to sit tight for a bit.

What? You mean, like, stay inside?

Until we've analyzed the body at least.

-You can't make me do that. -Actually, this says we can.

For the next 48 hours, nobody gets in, nobody gets out.

[water dripping]

You should get that fixed, miss. It's a health hazard.

[ominous chirping]

[echoing thuds]

Lock it down...

[banging]

-What's going on? -Are these locked?

[Serena] The police have sealed the building.

-What? -I can't believe this.

This is bullshit!

-I'm reading that. -Yeah, and if you had

a law degree, you might understand it.

-Dude? -The police locked us in.

-They can't do that! -We have rights.

Rights! Right?

This revokes those rights

under Section 361 of the Public Health Service Act.

-Hey! -We're under federal quarantine.

All windows and doors must remain closed,

or we go to jail. -Call the landlord!

He's in Aspen. He's not answering.

We're not getting out of here until they figure out

-what killed the dude in 101. -So what'd he look like?

-What do you mean? -Professor Sadsack.

-What were the symptoms? -I don't know. I'm not a doctor.

-Obviously. Did he have lesions? -Things on his skin?

-He looked dead. -Dead how?

-Was he murdered? -Overdose?

-Heart attack? -Suicide?

Did he blow his brains out?

Was the body in one piece? How did he look?

He looked like he'd been dead a long time.

He looked like he was rotting.

Disease. I knew it. 100 percent.

Monkeypox, like from a monkey bite.

-Shit! -Could be all over the building.

-We could be breathing it. -They said it's not airborne.

Still, it's probably safer if we all stay in our own apartments.

-Right? -Right.

Right?

[footsteps receding]

[thud on door]

You're the worst person for this or any job.

[elevator chimes]

[Serena] Fucking...

[Lady Lash] The hardest about working in a service industry,

you learn how much people suck.

[water dripping heavily]

I literally cannot remember

the last time I did anything right.

I like that song you wrote.

My clock is ticking.

Sheryl Crow didn't make it until she was 32.

Blondie was 34. We all get a moment.

The trick is to grab it when it arrives.

Just to be clear, this isn't a moment, right?

Oh, no.

-Definitely not. -Mm.

You know where to find me, sister.

Bar's open 24/7.

[ominous music]

[buzzer sounds]

-[Molly] Yo. -Yo.

You know what's going on, right?

-I read your text. -Do you want me to sit with you?

-Why? -I had a mom

who went away too for work

and I spent a lot of time on my own.

It would have been nice to have someone there sometimes.

Are you sick?

-No. -Have you been tested?

Nobody's been tested

because they don't know what to test for.

I'm probably better off alone.

Gotta go.

[Molly] Sorry.

-[door slams] -Yeah, I need you to call

the Infectious Disease Center.

Find out what the fuck is happening in my building.

They're telling us nothing.

The dead guy was a UCLA professor.

Just back from some fucking Ebola zone.

[screams]

-Die, bitch! Fuck you! -[stomping, squelching]

[shouting and stomping in distance]

Pow!

[shouting and stomping continues]

[sirens wailing in distance]

[on loudspeaker] This is the IDC.

Your building is under a federal quarantine.

[man speaking in Portuguese]

[speaking in Portuguese]

[woman on the phone speaking in Portuguese]

[speaking in Portuguese]

[video] What are you planning to do today to pass the time?

[Lance] The laptop needs a new graphics card

to process you and my other girls properly.

The way it renders lips is...

you know, off.

-It sounds complicated. -Er, you wouldn't understand.

Girls like it when you explain things to us.

It is very sexy.

Not interested in what you like.

[sirens wailing in distance]

Tell me a story.

I've memorized over 7,000 books.

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland,

All Quiet on the Western Front, Animal Farm,

Anne of Green Gables...

Tell me a story

about your sorority friends.

They'll get naked and...

-[terrifying sting] -Fuck!

I have told you that story about 100 times.

There's a spider.

Oh, okay. That's new.

It is hot.

Me and my sorority friends

stay home and drink alcohol.

We are having a lot of fun. We dance and start to sweat.

We are very hot and become naked.

Then I feel a tickle on my leg.

I am excited. Then I see it is a spider.

I like it.

So, I let the spider climb up my leg

and when it gets on top of...

Shut up!

[sirens in distance continue]

Din-dins, Ronaldo.

[tense music]

Now...

About those sorority friends...

[tense music continues]

[tense music fades]

[energetic intro music]

Yo, yo! What's up, team?

Time for Brad's Awesome Art Stream

from quarantine DMZ.

Yo, so this one is for auction. We go in night mode.

Oh, ho-ho!

President 01.

He thinks the King of England is a tyrant,

but who's the one keeping 300 slaves?

You know what I'm saying? You know what I'm saying?

-[cocks paintball gun] -[high tempo music]

Come on!

-Woo-hoo-hoo! -[firing paintball gun]

Boom! Boom, boom, boom!

Yeah!

Come on!

Come on!

Woo!

Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho! Looking awesome!

Is this a masterpiece or what?

Ho, ho, ho, ho.

Beauty!

Peace up, bid up.

Oh, there's a lot of love in the building today.

Oh, we got people from Spain!

Barcelona, Madrid... Ho, ho, ho!

Hablo un poco en español, si.

[chuckles]

Oh.

Oh, I'm glad it moves you, bro. Art...

it's emotion.

[ominous music rises, fades]

[ominous music]

[cabinet door closes]

[cutlery clinking]

[ominous music rises]

[music fades]

[ominous music]

[rattling]

[ominous music rises]

[music fades]

Great.

[video game sounds]

[ominous music]

[movie soundtrack playing from TV]

[horse snorting]

[horse neighing]

[growling]

[horses running]

[growling]

[horses neighing]

[neighing and galloping]

[soundtrack turns tense]

[music fades]

[toilet flushes]

-[screams] -[intense music]

What?

[Bradley] Oh, my God!

What?

[growls]

[intense, high tempo music]

[screams]

[Brad shouting out in distance]

[film soundtrack continues]

[horses neighing]

[frantic music]

[groans]

[choking]

[growling]

[soundtrack continues]

[growls]

[whimpering]

[screaming]

[soundtrack music stops]

What the...?

Hm...

Bradley?

[menacing musical sting]

[Serena gasps]

Hm...

Oh, God!

[scratching]

[terrifying sting]

[terrifying music] [Serena screaming]

[music fades]

-[panting] -[disquieting music]

Oh. Oh, shit!

[line ringing]

[error tone]

We're sorry, all lines are temporarily unavailable.

[music rises]

-[music fades] -[call ended tone]

[chirping]

-[terrifying music] -[screams]

[music fades]

[panting]

[terrifying musical sting]

[suspenseful music]

Open the door!

[muffled] I need to speak to someone!

[suspenseful music continues]

[suspenseful music fades]

[Lance] Your Wi-Fi go down?

Yeah, I was in the middle of a Zoom.

Yeah, landlines and cell phones are down too.

All comms in and out of the building are shut down.

-What does that mean? -They don't want us talking

-to anyone on the outside. -Because...?

This is more serious than we thought.

[sirens wailing in distance]

What the fuck is going on with the lights?

It's water leaking into the electrical room.

Oh, another perfect day at Paradiso Palms.

I'll dry it out, but you need to know...

No, stop and back the fuck away.

-You can't be here. -100 percent you're infected.

-It's not a virus. -What?

It's great, big, poisonous spiders.

I've seen what they can do. I've seen it on Bradley.

-Why don't we ask him? -He's dead.

I saw it crawl out of his eye.

-Ugh! -No, no. This is good.

If it's not a virus, they have to open the doors

and let us out, right? -I tried. The cops won't do it.

We need to get a message to the IDC.

We can't. The phones and Wi-Fi are down.

I know, that's why I'm here. He's a tech genius.

Can you figure it out?

Wait. I caught one.

[Lance] Ronaldo? No!

That's disgusting.

[Serena] Same as Bradley.

Spiders don't do that. That's like a fucking shark attack.

It's my fault. I put the spider in there with him.

If you caught one up here, that means they're on every floor.

-They're everywhere. -Where the fuck did it go?

[unsettling music]

There.

-[spider growling] -[terrifying musical sting]

Oh, my God!

-It's fast. -That's not normal, right?

Thank fuck it can't climb glass.

-It tried to attack me. -[Bernice] What do we do?

Okay.

We need a plan.

We should start by warning all tenants.

Each of us gets a floor, and we bang on every door.

And if we...

[door slams]

[footsteps running]

[foreboding music]

[music fades out]

-Where are you going? -Opening the front doors.

Obviously, the cops won't listen to a janitor.

-Okay, just use the stairs. -Are you in, or are you out?

I'm telling you, something's wrong with the electricity.

I don't think it's safe... -I'll survive.

Oops.

[electricity crackling]

Great.

Do something!

I... I'll try my best.

That's it? That's your best?

[generator starting up]

Emergency lighting.

It should be good for an hour or so.

-Hey, what's with the power? -[Serena] Stay in your apartment.

-It's dark in there. -Keep away from spiders.

Spiders?

[soft lullaby playing]

[lullaby fades into suspenseful music]

[suspenseful music fades]

[intense music]

Help!

Come on. Help!

What, is she fucking deaf? Serena!

Help!

Come on. Help!

[Serena] I need that drink.

-Okay. -Mm.

Bradley, the guy in 104, is dead.

The virus hits that fast?

It's not viral. It's spiders.

Poisonous, aggressive,

nasty-looking, man-eating spiders.

Two cocktails make that sentence sound

far less ridiculous than it should.

-How big? -Not the size of a dog or a car.

It's somehow scarier than a big silly monster,

'cause you don't know where it's hiding.

[banging]

Oh, my God.

He's my best-paying customer.

[sirens wailing in distance]

-You should get him out. -Oh, no, don't worry,

he can't hear you.

And I can't let him out

because it's against house rules.

Trust me, he's loving every minute of it.

[whirring noise outside]

What's happening?

[construction noises]

[Lady Lash] Is that a termite tent?

They're sealing the building.

You think they know?

-I have to warn Molly. -Hold on a minute.

You can't go anywhere unarmed. Hold on.

-Bingo. -Great.

-Flashlight. -Thank you.

[door opening and closing]

Well, this might turn into a triple Martini event.

[dreamy music]

[female voice] I am living my best life.

[snoring]

Everything is wonderful.

Life loves me.

I am safe.

[snoring continues]

I am protected.

When I say yes to life,

life says yes to me.

I embrace the future.

I have no fear.

I am strong.

[screams] [intense music]

I am invincible.

[high tempo music fades in]

[high tempo music fades out]

Molly?

[grunts]

[screams]

[foreboding music]

[spraying]

[Serena] Molly?

[Molly] Down here!

[screaming]

I'm guessing it wasn't a virus.

[female voice on recording] I am living my best life.

Everything is wonderful.

Life loves me.

I am safe.

I am protected.

When I say yes to life,

life says yes to me.

-[panicking, screaming] -[music intensifies]

[music fades]

Stay...

really still.

[unsettling music]

Shit...

-[terrifying musical sting] -[screaming]

-It's empty! -Well, stomp on it!

Okay.

Okay. Okay. We're going to make a move.

-Get inside the shower. -Okay.

[Serena, screaming] Let's go!

Go, go, go! Go!

[high tempo music]

-What the...? -What do we do?

[Serena] They can't get to us in here. It's okay.

-We're safe. -We're not safe, we're stuck.

Help!

Hitting the doors is having zero effect on them opening!

Oh, yeah? How is crying in the corner working out?

-I'm not crying. -You will be. You're the type.

[foreboding music]

It's no smoking.

I care a lot.

You'll trigger the smoke alarms.

Good.

We get saved by the fire department.

The alarms are probably screwed like the rest of this building.

[helicopter whirring in the distance]

[dramatic music]

[music fades]

How long until someone figures out

we're trapped here?

Not long.

Mom says that.

I ask her, "How long will you be gone?"

She says, "Not long."

It's always long.

It's tough being a single mom.

Sometimes you just need to get away, be...

be in your own space.

So, you didn't hate your mom? For leaving you on your own?

What choice did she have? She had to pay the bills. She...

She tried her best, just like your mom does.

I guess she gave you the cool guitar.

She did.

[ominous music]

They look disgusting.

Don't worry, they can't climb glass.

Good.

Pretty sure that elevators are required by law

to have some kind of a trap door.

An escape hatch.

Right?

Come on. Boost me.

-What? -I'm getting out!

[groaning]

Okay.

There's a door. I have to get higher.

I'm trying!

-Okay. -Got it?

[metal clangs]

[chirping, crawling]

Get me down! Get me down! Get me down!

-Jesus Christ! -Close it. Close it!

They're on the roof.

[tapping]

Oh, Jesus!

[chirping]

[tapping continues]

Don't touch me!

Look.

We're so fucked.

Close it.

They're right on top of it!

I said close it. Close it!

-[intense music] -[screaming]

[screaming]

[growls]

You said they can't do that!

Okay, get up. Get up!

Do something!

[screaming]

-[panicked screaming] -Help!

-No, no! -I'm sorry, Molly.

-Help! -Please help us!

Help, please! Somebody, please!

Help!

Help!

I'm sorry, Molly.

[gunshot]

[Dr. Woodward] Stay clear of the yellow gel.

We realized it wasn't a virus when we analyzed the body.

The site confirmed it was deadly spiders.

[woman] We have to get you out.

[chirping]

[Man] Agh! Do not touch!

Only way to break free

is to rip your own skin off.

Set the countdown.

You're going to poison them?

These gas bombs are extremely

toxic and corrosive.

If you breathe it, you're dead.

You'll exit through the main lobby doors,

one at a time.

My team is in the process of disinfection.

You got that?

Wait, I don't wanna go without you.

Hey.

-Breathe. Okay? -Okay.

It's fine, okay? Just trust me. Everything is going to be fine.

-Oh, my God! -What?

There's one in her hair.

Oh, my God! There's one in her hair!

[man] Relax yourself.

-Stand still. -[man] Take it easy.

-What are you waiting for? -Don't stand there!

-Get it off me! -Keep calm.

-Molly! -Just take it off me!

-[woman] Don't touch it! -[man] Calm down.

What are you waiting for? Shoot it!

We can't!

Oh, my God!

[tense music]

-You're gonna be okay. -Oh, my God! Did it bite?

-[Molly] I don't know. It hurts. -We have time to stop the venom.

Okay.

The paramedics are outside. Go ahead.

I'll follow right behind you.

[tense music playing]

[tense music fades]

Okay, bring her through. Bring her through.

[indistinct chatter]

Wait, wait, wait!

I told you. One at a time.

They've got to make certain checks.

What's wrong? Is she going to be okay?

Fuck!

Copy that.

They found spiders on her.

-What? -I've been ordered

to trigger the countdown.

But there's people inside.

We sent a tech up to get other survivors,

but we lost communication.

I'm afraid the whole top floor has been overrun.

Come on out, let's go.

But you don't know for sure!

If they get out and breed, we'll all be at risk.

I have to trigger the countdown.

[high tempo music]

This is my moment.

Ma'am, you have to move.

[grunts]

Hey!

Shit!

[high tempo music fades out]

[screaming]

[footsteps approaching]

[door opens]

[Serena] Thank God you're alive.

We've got to evacuate now.

Okay. Show's over.

[groaning]

Okay.

[groaning]

Have you two met?

Hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa!

Whoa!

You said you were going to...

Yeah, Aspen. Ass-pen.

Hey.

This is, this is a huge breach of contract.

So is your tenants getting killed by deadly spiders.

-You what? -The city's about

to gas this whole place down with poison.

Yeah, like hell they are! Not without my say so.

I own this place! -Tell that to the spiders.

What the fuck are you talking about?

I'm going to need that trigger back right now.

Not until everyone left in the building is safe.

-Who the fuck is this guy? -I already checked.

You three are everyone left.

Let's move. I'll clear a path and walk you guys out.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, Heisenberg.

Come on, man. Seriously, a spider?

Don't you think you're making a big deal out of nada ?

That spider's bite causes paralysis in under a minute.

Your death follows soon after.

Then it liquefies your flesh

to make you easier to be eaten.

And there's not one spider, there's thousands of them.

Any more questions?

[Rossmore] Yeah.

Where's my fucking hazmat suit?

Fuck... Get the fuck off!

-Stop! -Get the fuck off!

-Let go of my arm! -[Rossmore] Give it to me!

[Rossmore groaning]

You bitch!

Let's go!

Shit!

[intense music]

There it is! There it is! Kill it! Kill it! Kill it!

What the fuck?

We need to keep him breathing!

I'll go get help. Oh, my God.

What do I do? What... What do I do?

I don't know what to do. Okay, okay.

Hey, hey. Hey, just keep breathing.

Hey, I'm here! I'm here!

Fuck him! I'm taking the fucking suit.

Life isn't about being nice and making friends.

It's about survival.

Now, you think about that

and all the shitty choices you made with yours.

Wish me luck.

[door closes]

[footsteps receding]

[chirping]

[tapping]

[gasps]

Oh, no.

[tense music]

Come on. You got this. They can't bite you.

You fucking win at life!

Think of your safe place. Think of the box.

Zander.

Fuck!

Another vacant unit.

Ow!

[groans]

[panting]

Oh, fuck you, Esther.

Oh, no. Oh, fuck.

[frantic music playing]

No, no, no, no, no!

No.

Oh.

[panting]

[energetic music playing]

[screaming]

Yes!

Oh, no! Fuck!

[yelling, glass shattering]

[low humming]

[groans]

[choking]

[up tempo rock music plays faintly]

♪ Pretty ugly I like my girls like that ♪

♪ Lay it on thick I like my girls like that ♪

♪ I want my girls like that I want my girls like that ♪

[music kicks in full volume]

♪ I want my girls like that ♪

♪ Hey I want my girls like that ♪

♪ I love my girls like that ♪

♪ I love my girls like that I love my girls like that ♪

♪ I want my girls like that ♪

♪ I want my girls like that ♪

♪ I want my girls like that ♪

♪ I want my girls like that I want my girls like that ♪

[music fades out]

[door opens]

[creaking]

[sirens wailing in distance]

[ominous music building]

[alarm sounds] [dramatic music]

[baby crying in distance]

Oh, fuck!

Shit! Stop! Stop!

Fuck!

Oh, shit.

[pitter-patter]

[alarm blaring, timer beeping]

[grunts]

[baby sobbing]

[crying continues]

[lullaby music playing]

[intense music]

[panting]

Shhh.

[screams]

[crying continues]

Come on, you big red fuck!

No glass.

No mask, just me.

Come and get it.

[crying continues]

[groaning]

[alarm blaring]

[intense music playing]

[Serena groaning]

[intense music continues]

[screams]

[fades to triumphant music]

[music slows and gets quieter]

[rattling]

[music takes ominous turn]

[Serena sighs]

[triumphant music builds]

-[alarm blaring] -[high tempo music]

[gas hissing]

[music fades]

[foreboding music]

[heavy breathing]

[climactic music]

[baby crying]

Are you okay?

We're going to get you out, okay?

We're going to get you out.

-[soothing music] -[monitor beeping]

[soothing music fades]

Saved a baby, saved the world.

[monitor beeping]

Quite a moment you're having.

[Serena] Poor thing.

Rossmore was right. Life is all about survival.

And having a flamethrower.

Mm.

-All clear? -Yeah. No poison.

Ah, such a relief.

Just eggs.

-What? -The spider laid eggs

in my neck.

Ew, that's disgusting.

Yeah, but it's all cleaned out now.

She's good.

And we will never mention this again.

[Molly] Deal?

-Deal. -Deal.

Cafeteria's downstairs. Who's hungry?

Molly, do you want a quick bite?

[Molly] Not funny.

[elevator dings]

[beeping continues]

[indistinct chatter]

[heartbeat pounding]

[suspenseful music]

[aggressive nu metal music]