Thrash (2026)
Director: Tommy Wirkola
Writer: Tommy Wirkola
Cast: Phoebe Dynevor, Whitney Peak, Djimon Hounsou
Release dates: April 10, 2026 (Netflix)
Plot: The town of Annieville on the east coast of the United States awaits the arrival of Category 5 hurricane Henry. Despite the imminent danger, Dakota finds herself unable to leave her recently-deceased mother’s house due to her agoraphobia, while the heavily pregnant Lisa is caught in town unable to evacuate in time. Outside of town, siblings Dee, Ron and Will are forced to shelter with their unprepared foster parents Billy and Rachel.
The hurricane hits and the storm surge destroys the town’s sea wall, causing massive damage including breaking open a tanker truck carrying animal blood which draws sharks to the flooded downtown area. Dakota sees Lisa trapped in her car and rescues her, bringing her back to her house. Dakota’s uncle Dale, a marine researcher, enlists a visiting TV news crew to help him get to Annieville to evacuate Dakota; along the way they discover that a large great white shark they had tagged named Nellie is in the Annieville area. With the roads blocked by flooding, Dale and the TV crew continue on by boat.
After their house floods, Billy and Rachel try to reach their snorkel-equipped pick-up truck outside but are attacked by bull sharks in the flood waters, killing Rachel and maiming Billy. Billy manages to swim back to the safety of the house, where he tries to convince Ron to go back to the truck but they have an argument after the siblings discover that Billy had been keeping their government welfare payments for himself. Billy struggles with Ron before Dee kicks Billy back into the water where he is devoured by a bull shark, which gives Ron an opportunity to enter the flooded basement and look for weapons. Ron brings back a case of dynamite, and they lure the sharks back inside the house and use the dynamite to blow them up. The three siblings start up the truck and flee the area.
With the flood waters rising, Dakota leaves the house to retrieve a rowboat. Upon reaching it, she sees her house start to collapse while Lisa goes into labor inside. Lisa manages to escape and gives birth in the water. Dakota attempts to rescue Lisa and her new-born baby but a shark capsizes the rowboat. Dale arrives on his boat and rescues Dakota, Lisa and her baby from the water by fending off the bull sharks surrounding them while Nellie kills off the last shark. As they sail away from the destroyed Annieville, Dale’s colleague Greg discovers that another hurricane is heading towards the east coast.
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Transcript
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[thunder crashing]
[wind howls]
[thunder continues]
[wind continues]
[unsettling music playing]
[announcer 1] It started as a tropical disturbance,
but in the last 24 hours, Henry became a Category 2 hurricane…
[announcer 2] From the 11:00 a.m. advisory from the National…
[announcer 3] …has Annieville in the crosshairs of Henry.
This is expected to be a major…
[announcer 4] …a buzz saw on satellite, as it beelines toward our coast.
It shows the storm making landfall near Annieville.
[announcer 2] This is nothing to mess around with.
[man] This is the harbormaster out of Beaufort Weather Tower.
The National Hurricane Center issued hurricane and storm-surge warnings for this area.
I repeat, hurricane and storm warnings have been issued for this area.
Winds of up to 150 knots, seas to 60 feet, and a 15-to-20-foot storm surge are to be expected.
[announcer 5] Weather threats ramping up throughout the day–
[announcer 6] Save our planet!
It’s the only one with George, Garth, and Luke and Kate.
Come on, now! Save us.
[announcer 7] 97.8, WVD…
[silence]
[cawing loudly]
[giggling]
[neighs]
[thunder crashing]
[outdoor alarm blaring]
Hey, Ray, how’s it going?
Yeah, yeah, good. So, uh, today, I was thinking something healthy.
Like a burger.
I mean, it still comes with tomato, right?
Mm-hmm. Yeah, no rush. Just send it over as soon as…
Closing?
Now?
But…
I mean, it’s just a little bit of… rain.
The grocery stores are still open, huh? I guess I could just…
[distant wind howling]
[door rattles]
Yeah, I guess I could just walk.
Yeah, all right, stay safe.
Mm-hmm. You too, bye.
[unsettling music playing]
[thunder rolls]
[man] Get in.
Good.
[man 1] Gotta go.
[man 2] All right.
[woman] I’ve got half a tank!
[siren wailing]
[exhales]
[breathing heavily]
[heartbeat pounds]
[thunder crashes]
Whoa! Dakota!
You shouldn’t be out here. It’s not safe.
I needed food.
I haven’t seen you in forever.
Not since your mom passed.
Look, they’re saying we should all get out of town.
[labored breathing]
[moans]
We got room in the car.
[thunder rolls]
Huh…
Mm… [breathing heavily]
[shivering]
[man] Woo-hoo!
[“White Lightning” by Tennessee River Crooks playing]
[yelling]
That looks like an 8.5 for my man, Ron Olsen!
[laughing] Ron!
♪ Well burning the rubber On my back tires… ♪
[Dee] Ron!
Ron!
Ron?
Hey, stop fooling around, Ron.
[Will] Ron!
♪ I gotta keep moving on down the road ♪
Gotcha!
[kids giggling]
♪ The highwayman… ♪
It’s the aqua-lungs, baby.
[Ron chuckles]
[Dee] This rain won’t let up.
[Ron] Three more days of this.
Then school.
I don’t wanna think about it.
Well, at least we gonna get fed every day.
Okay, Will, you’re up.
Hold on. Quick gator-and-snake check.
Safety first.
[Ron] All right.
We’re good. Bombs away.
[horn honking]
What the hell do y’all think you’re doing? Get on down, little bastards!
Don’t you know there’s snakes in these swamps?
Dee was on lookout, Mr. Olson.
On lookout. What’s she gonna be doing? Spotting cottonmouths from up there?
Who do you think’s picking up the goddamn doctor’s bill?
I’ll tell you who.
Billy Olson right here.
Like you’d ever take us to the doctor.
What’d you say?
What’d you say?
Nothing, that’s right. Get your asses in the truck right now.
[suspenseful music playing]
[car unlocks]
[winces]
[sirens blaring]
All right.
Come on.
Hey.
[Bob] Lisa, you’re still here.
But not for long. I thought everything was closing down?
Yeah, boss man wanted me to do another load before they call it a day.
Guess who’s getting overtime? [chuckles]
Where’s Eric? He in the back?
All right, Bob, see you later. Drive safe.
Yeah, you too.
[thunder crashes]
[reporter] The wind is so strong.
Now those waves will come out to be maybe six or even seven feet tall.
[people clamoring]
No, I haven’t told anyone yet.
[Lisa’s mom] Lisa, honey.
Mom, it’s embarrassing.
How is it embarrassing for you?
The jerk who left his pregnant fiancée
to become, what, a professional poker player?
Yep. And a DJ.
After he asked you to move a thousand miles to his town?
Ya know, I knew it.
I knew it the moment I laid eyes on that no-good son of a bitch.
[grunts] Can we just not talk about him?
Honey, did you give it any more thought?
What? You know, the birth.
Like doing it in the tub, in the water, like your sister did?
Mom. It’ll still be in a hospital.
Yes, yes, in room 202 in a big, comfy bed with my perfectly-curated birth playlist.
Wait, why haven’t you left town yet?
They said the storm’s gonna be really big.
They made us come into work today. It wasn’t my choice, but I’m leaving now.
How you gonna do that? They said they closed the interstate.
Wait, what?
They just closed the interstate.
Honey, you gotta get to higher ground.
[tense music playing]
[man] Go, go, go!
[Brian] Dale, how bad is it out there?
[Dale] Pretty bad.
Every fish south of Bermuda is bolting north to get away from this storm.
Must be a big one.
Oh, yeah, that’s coming in fast too.
[thunder rolls]
Hey, did you get everyone tagged?
Not even close.
Too many of them seem to be coming in with the storm.
[Brian] Too many of them?
The bull sharks.
Spotted at least six before I had to get out of there.
Must be seeking shelter in freshwater estuaries.
[Greg] Dr. Edwards?
Greg.
[Greg] Hey.
Thanks for the heads-up.
Of course.
How bad is it?
[suspenseful music playing]
[Greg] Yeah. If they ever consider creating a Category 6, this would be it.
It is a monster.
What are they calling it?
Hurricane Henry.
[scoffs]
Henry.
What would you call it?
Uh… Ted Bundy?
Oh.
I’ve got to get hold of my niece.
Okay, good idea.
[thunder crashes]
[phone buzzing]
[Dakota] Hey.
You okay?
Yeah, I was just, um…
What’s up?
I was just calling to make sure you have some way of leaving town.
If not, I could come pick you up in a bit.
Thanks, but no need. I’m staying.
They’re saying it could be a Category 5.
It could land right on top of Annieville. Which means the house might come down on you.
You could be swimming inside your bedroom.
I dunno. Sounds kinda fun.
Look, you said it yourself.
“Could” or “might.”
It’s what they always say, and everything turns out fine.
The house is safe.
And so am I.
Look, I know you’re hurting, Dakota.
I miss your mother every day.
But hiding in that house isn’t going to make the hurt go away.
[silence]
[laughs]
You really suck at this parenting stuff.
[Dale laughs]
What can I say? I’m new at it.
[Dale sighs]
Yeah, I know.
I’ll be there as soon as I can, okay?
It’ll only take a couple of hours.
Deal?
Deal.
[sighs]
[restrained dramatic music playing]
[sirens wailing]
[people clamoring]
[horn honking desperately]
[Billy] You kids even listening to me?
I’m telling you, in fact, I swear to God, you pull any of that shit again, I’ll send you back to foster care.
[announcer] Stay tuned for…
Little shits, you don’t know your asses from a hole in the ground.
[radio host] Law enforcement have issued a mandatory evacuation, telling residents they must leave their homes as the storm surge is expected to hit shores within the next hour.
Lots of folks taking off.
Breaking at this hour…
Are we heading out too?
Bullshit, we are. Ain’t nothing but a little bit of weather.
Wind and rain, and these jokers dump a log in their panties, run for the hills.
…biggest threat with…
[tuning station]
♪ If it don’t twang, it ain’t my thing ♪
♪ If it don’t hang Like the midnight train ♪
♪ Or cry like a steel ♪
♪ Bending my old heartstrings ♪
Listen! I said Brooke is your mother’s–
Get your finger out of my face!
[woman 1] Out!
[woman 2] All!
I’m not crazy! You were eating my face! Gotta get out of the room.
No, absolutely not. Call the police right now.
[meteorologist] Look at the radar of Hurricane Henry one hour ago.
It’s a Category 2, and then it hits record warm waters off the coast,
and boom, it becomes a Category 5.
[announcer] Two swimmers were attacked on Myrtle Beach this morning
by what onlookers say was a large shark.
[rain pouring outside]
[dog barking in distance]
[Dakota’s dad on TV] Get her!
[Dakota as child] Gonna get you!
[laughter]
[Dakota’s dad] That’s my girl.
[Dakota’s mom] Okay, let me show you.
Okay.
See? It’s stable.
Much easier to hit.
[Dakota as child] One more time?
[Dakota’s mom] You try.
[Dakota] Okay.
[Dakota’s mom] You can do it. Good.
Try your dad.
[Dakota’s dad chuckles]
[Dakota’s dad] Oh, boy. Ow!
Bull’s-eye! Yes!
[Dakota’s dad laughs]
[Dakota’s mom] You got him.
You’re amazing.
[unsettling music playing]
What if the windows break?
Reinforced glass, all right?
I installed them bad boys myself.
That, the waterproof wiring, and a generator.
So quit your goddamn worrying.
It’s coming down out there!
I caught them little bastards up by the creek swimming with damn snakes.
Swear to God, they do not have the sense they were born with.
Do not know why I bother.
Oh, need I remind you, baby, huh? Huh?
Uncle Sam, he does pay out now and then.
Yeah.
[Dee] We’re hungry.
[Rachel] Goddamn!
Where did you come from?
Are those steaks?
It’s none of your damn business!
[Rachel] Here.
Just like Mama used to make.
[Billy] Hey, you know goddamn well that this basement’s off-limits.
Right.
Get your ass up there.
[loud thunder crash]
Dr. Edwards! Do you mind if we speak to you for a moment?
Sorry, just… Any comment on the shark incident this morning?
What incident?
[reporter] A couple at Myrtle Beach was attacked by a great white shark.
Eyewitnesses saw the whole thing, spotted at least two sharks on the scene.
Great whites don’t hunt in packs.
What you’re describing sounds like bull sharks.
[reporter] Bull sharks, yes. The hyenas of the ocean.
Thrives in salt and fresh water, got 12 times as powerful bite as most sharks, and eats about anything they come across.
Not necessarily accurate and greatly exaggerated.
Thank you very much.
So…
Come on.
The risk of shark attacks is on the rise, according to the expert.
[wind howling]
Hello?
Anybody here?
Hello?
Fuck! Shit.
[exhaling]
Okay.
[phone ringing]
Hey.
[Lisa’s mom] Honey?
Honey, ha– have you got a plan?
Are you getting out of town?
Mom, it’s getting scary.
I’m really worri–
[beeping]
Mom?
[moans in pain, shivers]
[exhales]
Breathe.
[inhales]
Just breathe.
[“Clair de Lune” by Claude Debussy plays over phone]
Shit.
[exhales]
[thunder crashes]
[announcer] Roads are already impassable. If you choose to shelter in place, law enforcement is telling residents that stayed to write their contact information on their arm in permanent marker, so they’ll be able to ID your body once the storm passe–
[house creaking]
[tense music playing]
[seawall groaning ominously]
[tense music rising]
[horn honking]
Shit!
[tires screeching]
[Bob] Lisa!
Stop!
[Lisa] What?
[Bob] Turn around!
What?
That tree just came down, nearly knocked me off the road!
You gotta turn around!
You back up and follow me, okay?
Okay.
[chilling music playing]
[sirens wailing]
Lisa! Lisa, go! Go! Try to squeeze through!
Get to high ground!
[tires screeching]
Come on!
[tires squealing]
[yelps]
[squealing]
I can make it. Yeah, I can make it.
[tire spinning helplessly]
[Lisa] Ah!
Come on!
Piece of shit!
Come on!
Oh, God! No!
[yelps]
Fucking go!
[tires squealing]
Fuck!
[loud thud]
[light switch clicking]
[tense music playing]
[objects rattling]
[rumbling]
Holy fucking shit.
[meteorologist] We are seeing the worst of Henry’s wind and surge right now.
The tide gauge at Annieville showed a 15-foot surge–
[Dee] What was that?
I hope that everyone took the evacuation order seriously.
[Ron] Whoa.
Storm’s here.
Mr. Olson?
What?
Billy?
Mr. Olson!
For fuck’s sake, I am not gonna say this again, okay?
It’s just a little bit of weather.
[kids scream]
Ow!
Shit!
[panicked whimpering]
[yelps]
Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!
[screams]
[continuous honking]
[whimpering]
[yelping]
Shit.
[muffled] Oh, no.
[yelping]
Help! Help!
[screech]
[grunting]
[Lisa] Please!
Please help!
[ominous music playing]
[whimpering in fear]
[buoy bell tolling]
[bell reverberating underwater]
[whooshing]
Water’s gonna keep rising. We cannot stay, Billy.
So how we gonna get anywhere? What are we gonna do? Fucking swim?
I don’t know!
[Ron] What about the snorkel?
Ain’t that what the snorkel’s for?
Quit being a smart-ass, Ron. Snorkel!
Sn– No, the snorkel. On the car.
No, no, no, hang on. The boy’s right. The car’s got a snorkel.
Yeah, man, that’s the waterproof power distribution pack I got.
Yeah, man.
That can handle it. Come on.
Y’all wait here while we check.
[Jimmy breathing heavily]
[Jimmy] Oh my God!
[Scott] Holy shit!
[Jimmy] Can’t see a damn thing!
Ah!
[Lisa] Help!
Whoa.
[Lisa] Help me!
Hey, do you hear that?
Hear what?
I can’t hear a thing.
[Lisa] Help! Help me!
There’s someone out there!
[Lisa] Help!
Over there!
Where you going?
This way!
[Lisa] Help!
Hey!
Wait there!
[Lisa] Help!
Somebody!
[Scott] Hey!
[Lisa] Help! Help me!
[Scott] Hey!
[Lisa] Please help me!
[Scott] I’m coming!
[Lisa] Help!
Help! Help me!
I got you. I got you. You all right?
No, I’m stuck.
Hang on!
[screams]
Come on.
Whoa, oh!
[Lisa] Come on.
Okay, okay.
Please don’t leave me.
We’ll find something to cut you loose with.
Don’t leave!
Hey.
Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere, okay?
Hey, Jimmy!
Go get them cutters!
The big ones from the back of the truck!
Hey, what’s your name?
Lisa… Lisa.
Lisa? Hey, I’m Scott.
Nice to meet you.
[Lisa] Yeah. Okay.
Jimmy!
Come on!
I got ’em!
I’m coming back!
Hey, we’re gonna get you outta here. I promise.
Jimmy?
Hey!
Jimmy!
I’m coming back! It’s all right.
[Lisa] Wait.
Wait. Wait! Wait!
Come back! Come back!
Come back! Hey!
Jimmy.
Hey, Jimmy!
[chilling music playing]
[yells]
Jimmy!
[groans]
[Jimmy] Oh, God!
Jimmy!
He got my fucking arm!
[screaming]
[Jimmy] Oh, God!
[Scott] Jimmy!
[Scott] Oh, God!
Jimmy!
Sha– Shark!
[suspenseful music playing]
Shark! Shark! Shark!
Swim!
Swim!
[grunts]
[groans]
[screaming]
Shark! Shark! Shark!
Shark! Shark!
Whoa!
Swim!
[thud]
[ripping]
[Dakota] Shark!
[screams in agony]
[yelping]
[Scott shivering]
I got you!
[whimpering]
[announcer] The coastguard issued a ban for watercrafts leaving port for the next 12 hours due to intense winds and dangerous currents.
In addition, there are also reports that the I-17 is flooded, and several cities and towns are experiencing mass casualties from the rising water.
I-17, not good.
[Brian] Up toward Annieville, right?
Yeah.
[tense music playing]
[Brian] Dale, I’m– I’m sure she’s okay.
[typing]
Jesus, look at it!
[Brian] Oh, those used to be roads.
[Dale] That amount of water?
The levees must have broken.
How are we gonna get up there?
[thunder rolls]
Okay, so just– so we’re clear, we get you up the road, you and your boat, and, uh, we get to tag along from there? We film whatever we want.
Yeah, yeah, sure. But can this thing go any faster?
[Doug] Not really.
They like to keep, uh, Doug and me here with the hand-me-downs.
Piece-of-crap van’s over 20 years old.
I mean, look at that camera.
[chuckling] They shoot porn on better stuff than that.
[Rachel] Billy!
Billy, slow down!
[Billy] Slow down? You hurry the fuck up.
[Rachel] Wait up, damn it!
Okay, come on.
[Dee] What?
[ominous music sting]
[Ron] Shit!
Goddamn it!
Fucking ruined, man.
[yelps]
What? What the fuck was that?
I don’t know.
There’s a lot of shit in the water.
Find this fucking key.
[crunch]
[Billy screams]
Oh my God! Billy!
[groans] Get off!
[Rachel screaming] Billy!
[yelping]
[whimpers]
[yelping]
Rachel!
[Will] No.
Bi– Billy!
[pounding]
[Dee] Hey!
Billy! Billy, no!
Rachel!
[groans]
[Will] Hey, Mr. Olson!
[Dee and Ron] Hey!
[Dee] Don’t leave us!
[Will] Billy!
Shark!
A shark!
[kids] Shark! Shark!
[doom-laden music playing]
No, Billy, don’t!
No!
No! Billy!
[grunting]
[yells] Fuck!
You son of a… Fuck!
[ominous music playing]
[Billy screams]
Fuck. Fuck!
[“Behind the Clown” by Lonnie Spiker playing over speakers]
[Billy screaming]
[horn honking]
No! No! No!
[kids sobbing]
Does this mean we have to get new foster parents?
Oh my God!
Holy–
[crunch]
[yelps]
[screams]
[whimpering]
Don’t look, Will. Don’t look.
[whimpering]
[sobbing]
[whimpering]
Help!
Please help!
[dialing]
The branches. Can’t get them off me!
Help!
[call failure tone]
Please help me!
[Dakota] Hello?
Hello?
Look, I’m– I’m calling for help, okay?
Just… just, just stay there!
I’m stuck!
I’m stuck, and the water’s rising!
I’m calling. Look, I’m calling right now, okay?
No, there’s no time!
I mean, there’s sharks all around you!
They just ripped two people to fucking pieces!
[Lisa] Trust me, I know.
[shed creaking]
Okay, listen. Hey, what’s your name?
[breathing heavily] Dakota!
Dakota, I’m pregnant.
And I’m not…
I am not gonna have him die here, before he gets to take his first breath.
[breathing shakily]
Before I get to see… see his face.
[whimpering]
[unsettling music playing]
[Lisa] Dakota?
Are you still there?
Oh!
[sobbing]
Come on. Come on.
God, help me.
[music turns hopeful]
[breathing heavily]
Please!
Okay, I’m coming!
Okay. Oh my God.
[tense music playing]
[breathes shakily]
Okay.
[breathing heavily]
Okay.
Okay.
[wood creaking]
Okay…
[cuckoo clock cuckooing]
[wind howling]
[Dakota breathing shakily]
[wood creaking]
[thunder rolls in distance]
Okay.
[breathing shakily]
Okay.
[breathing shakily]
You’re okay. You’re okay.
You got this.
I got this.
Okay. Yeah. Okay.
[yelps]
[chilling music playing]
Come on. You can do it.
Not now.
Okay. Okay.
[metal creaking overhead]
[loud screeching]
[yelps]
[Lisa] Okay, you got it!
Okay.
[Lisa] That’s it!
[yelping]
[groaning]
[exhales]
Okay.
Okay.
[whimpering]
[atmospheric music playing]
[Lisa] Thank you.
[shivering]
[breathing heavily]
[announcer] 14 inches of rain falling in the last 12 hours.
Even as Hurricane Henry moves inland, a PDS flood alert has been issued.
Shit.
The Willow River has jumped its banks, and the Shasta…
[Dale] Jesus Christ.
A flood alert…
What am I looking at?
[Brian] That’s Dakota’s house. And that’s…
That’s Nellie.
What’s a Nellie?
Nellie’s the pregnant great white we’ve been tracking the last three years.
Great white, as in shark?
Right.
[urgent music playing]
Whatever happens, you keep that thing rolling, okay?
If Nellie found a way up there, then maybe the bull sharks–
[tires screeching]
Jesus Christ.
[reporter] Oh, shit.
[ominous music playing]
Shit.
Do you think they’re already inside?
We should close it.
Till we figure out what we’re doing.
[ominous music rising]
[gasps]
[breathes heavily]
Come on.
[whimpers]
[door creaking]
[bump]
[Will] Dee!
[Ron] Whoa!
Shit! Dee!
Dee!
Dee! Hold on!
[breathing shakily]
[ominous music continues]
[Ron] Dee, hold on!
[Dee] Ron!
Shit!
Dee.
[door creaking]
I’m coming, Dee!
No. Ron! No!
[Dee] Ron!
[Ron] I’m coming, hold on!
[Dee] Ron!
[music rises and stops]
[Ron groans]
You’re all right. It’s all right.
[breathing shakily]
It’s fine. Hey, hey, hey. Hey, it’s okay.
[muffled thud]
What was that?
[wind howling]
[Dakota] The whole town’s coming apart.
Thank you.
Are you here alone?
Yeah.
Where are your parents? [shivers]
[Dakota] Dad died a long time ago, and…
Mom– my mom a few months back.
I’m sorry.
[exhales]
[house creaking]
So what do we…? What do we do? What’s our plan?
You’re asking me?
I am from New York.
I don’t know shit about floods or hurricanes.
Uh…
We could stay here.
Here is– Here is safe.
[Lisa] For now.
Can you, uh…? Can you access the roof from here?
Yeah, it’s an easy climb.
Okay, so i– if we stay here, we should let people know we’re inside.
You know, helicopters, rescue teams, those sorts of things?
Okay, uh…
Yeah, like some… some sort of signal.
Yeah, a sig– A signal.
Okay.
Huh… [groans]
Ooh. Ugh.
Hm…
You okay?
Yeah.
I’m fine, but, uh…
[exhales]
I think it’s starting.
S– starting, you mean, like, the…
Like, the actual–
Yeah.
[exhales] The actual.
[breathing heavily]
[Lisa groans]
Okay.
[house creaking]
We gotta get outta here.
Are you crazy?
There– there’s sharks out there, in here.
Except for on top of this damn table.
Where I’m staying.
I don’t wanna go nowhere.
[Ron breathing shakily]
Look around.
The water was just under the windows.
Not anymore, it’s creeping up.
It’s gonna keep doing that until we drown or get eaten.
So, how do we even–
I think we need to distract them.
Or… Or find something.
Give us enough time to get outside and up on that roof.
How the hell are we gonna do that?
Well…
I was thinking, maybe we can find something.
Okay?
Down in the basement.
[foreboding music playing]
[breathing heavily]
Did it work?
Yeah.
[Lisa groans]
Someone flies by, they’ll see us.
Hey, look.
The contractions, they’re… They’re more frequent.
Oh, shit.
“Shit” is right.
Now listen, we need to know how close I am and how much time we’ve got.
Why?
Why? ‘Cause this whole damn house is coming apart, that’s why.
Or it’s gonna flood over.
Exactly.
Yeah. Okay.
All right, so… how do we do it? How do we find out?
Okay. I’m gonna need you to go down there.
I’m gonna need you to see how big my opening is.
Excuse me?
Trust me.
I don’t wanna do this any more than you do.
We need to know how far along I am.
Which means?
You need to see how close my kid is to squeezing through.
What?!
Now, I’m gonna throw the blanket aside.
When I do, take a good look in there.
You’re gonna measure it with your eyes, and you’re gonna tell me how big the opening is.
How? How do I measure it?
Just eye measure it, okay? Best you can.
In inches or…?
Yes!
In inches.
Okay.
Okay.
Three, two, one.
[breathes heavily] Oh, God!
[whimpers] What? Something wrong? Does it look bad?
I’m not really sure.
What do you mean you’re not sure?
I mean, I see something. Something inside there.
I think. Sorry.
Okay.
That– that– I think that’s the head.
Yeah. Yeah, maybe.
How big is it?
[grunts] Okay.
[grunting] I’d say… I’d say…
[Dakota grunts]
Two, three inches, I think.
Was that good?
“Good” in the sense that the baby’s coming soon.
So not good?
Not in the situation we’re currently in.
No.
[puffs]
[grunts]
Come on, everyone. Pick up the pace!
We lost signal. There’s no tracking, no maps.
Oh, shit.
Wind’s coming in pretty hard right now. The whole grid is probably down.
Dakota’s probably cut off too.
We might be the only help coming. We gotta go.
Hey, pack light.
The more weight, the slower we move, okay?
Uh… are you sure this is safe?
We’re heading up the I-17 in a Zodiac in a Category 5 storm with sharks on the loose!
No, I’m pretty fucking sure that doesn’t count as safe.
We don’t have time for any of this bullshit.
Are you coming, or are you swimming back?
If the tech’s down, how do we even know where to go?
All right! Let’s move!
[wind howling]
Look, there’s one.
There’s one over there too.
What are we gonna do, Ron?
Okay.
We just wait ’em out before swimming down there.
Saw some big-ass steaks in the fridge. Should be good as bait.
Perfect. I’ll start there.
Then what?
Yeah.
Guns, I guess.
Don’t grab too much stuff. You gotta be able to swim back up.
It’s just like the swamps.
I’ll be all right.
[Will] Ron?
Mr. Olson doesn’t like us going down to the basement.
Well…
Mr. Olson ain’t with us anymore now, is he?
Uh-uh.
Right.
Well, then…
Fuck Mr. Olson!
Yeah.
[Will] Yeah.
Fuck him.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Fuck Mr. Olson!
Yeah, fuck Mr. Olson!
Fuck that dickhead.
Fuck that motherfucker!
Fuck him!
Fuck that fucking– Fuck Mr. Olson!
What the hell?
[screaming]
[Billy grunting]
[Will] Mr. Olson!
We were just talking about you.
That goddamn thing bit my motherfucking arm and butt cheek clean off!
[screams in agony]
[Dale] We’re heading up the I-17 right now, on boat.
I’m sorry, did you say boat?
Don’t ask. Long story.
But this should keep us clear of the worst of it, right?
Yeah. You’re in one of the calmer pockets, so you’re good for now.
[Dale] Great. Let’s keep it that way.
Hey, Dale?
The levee is broken.
The water is just gonna keep rising, so if you’re getting someone out, hurry.
[Dakota] It’s rising, fast.
We don’t have a choice. We have to get outta here.
You said you saw a boat out there?
Yeah, it’s from those guys earlier. The ones that…
But, I mean, it’s far.
We can still stay here for a bit.
Everything’s gonna flood eventually.
Okay. Okay, so…
So what do we do?
[groans]
[breathing shakily]
Ooh.
[breathing heavily]
Damn.
[Lisa groans]
No.
[groans louder]
[sobs]
God.
Hey.
It’s not safe out here right now, okay? It’s not safe.
So you just gotta stay in there just a little longer, okay?
Please. Please.
[whimpers]
[plaintive music playing]
[breathing shakily]
[breathing heavily]
Fuck it.
[intense music playing]
[Lisa] What are you doing?
[clattering]
[Dakota grunts]
[Dakota] I’m gonna go get that boat.
[Lisa] But there’s sharks out there.
My uncle once said something about how vibrations, they mimic the distress signals of… of injured fish.
[Lisa] Your uncle?
Yeah, he’s a marine biologist.
He works with sharks. Tags ’em, tracks ’em, that sort of thing.
[groans]
I need to round up anything that works on batteries and vibrates.
Hey, do you have any painkillers?
You know, in case this thing is really… happening now.
Uh, lemme check.
[Dakota grunts]
All right.
Here.
Thanks.
Motherfucker.
[urgent music playing]
[toothbrush rattles]
[groans]
Smart.
Yeah, well.
Let’s hope Uncle Dale knows what the fuck he’s talking about.
[Dale] Okay, now, Nellie.
We know she’s bigger than this boat.
And what about those bull sharks?
[Dale] Wanna know about bull sharks?
What the hell is…
[Dale] Look!
[unnerving music playing]
[Brian] Holy shit.
[electric toothbrush buzzing]
Dakota?
Thank you.
[poignant music playing]
[breathing shakily]
[music fades]
What about your mom, Rachel? She… she make it?
[grunts]
You left us.
What are you talking about?
[Ron] Out there.
You were gonna get in that truck and drive off.
Yeah, to get some help.
Yeah, right.
Hey, don’t you sass me, Ray.
It’s Ron!
That’s what I said, man.
I went to get help, Ron.
Now you got to do the same for me.
Get out there, man, get me some help. I got, like, a– a goddamn nub here.
[Will] Out there?
Yeah, in the water.
Where there’s at least three bull sharks swimming around?
Where your wife just got killed?
Yeah, you know what sharks are like, okay?
They don’t eat kids, man. They don’t like ’em.
Right? They don’t like the way they taste or smell or something. It’s… It’s science.
Just like how, uh, dogs don’t eat their own turds.
One time, Johnny Watkins’ dog took a shit and ate it all.
Fuck Johnny Watkins, okay?
Fuck his dog, and fuck you, okay?
Get in there, get me some help. I’m fucking dying here.
[Will] Whoa.
This is a lot of money.
Put that down, man. That’s not yours.
“United States Treasury.”
“Monthly foster stipend, $1,500.”
You get all that money to take care of us?
You living on steaks while we eat bread?
Hey, it’s not like that, son, okay?
I– I promise.
I– I– I love you kids.
You know what? Listen.
I still got one good arm left. Don’t think I won’t use it.
I’m not fucking asking you now! I’m telling you!
Get back in that fucking water, go get–
In case you haven’t noticed, Billy, it’s all flooded.
[panting]
There’s no people.
No roads, no cars.
Not to mention, there’s goddamn sharks out there.
So you can do it your fucking self.
You money-grabbing, one-armed, half-an-ass piece of shit!
Little son of a bitch!
[tense music playing]
You little asshole!
[both grunting]
[grunting]
[yells]
[grunts]
You kicked me in my face, you bitch!
[Billy screams in pain]
[toothbrush buzzing]
[breathes shakily]
[gasps]
[breathing shakily]
[bones crunching and flesh tearing]
[gasping]
[Billy screams in agony]
[screams]
Hey, go! Go, go.
While they’re busy, go!
Go! Hurry!
[sharp metallic snap]
[Ron groans]
[ominous music playing]
[muffled gasp]
[grunting]
[muffled mumbling]
[ominous music intensifies]
[Dee] Come on, Ron!
[gasps]
[Will] Come on!
[Dee] Come on. Ron!
[gasps]
[screams]
[panting]
[retches]
[can rattling]
Shit!
Ooh, it’s okay. It’s all right.
You’re okay.
[muffled thudding]
It’s all right. Whoa, it’s okay.
We’re okay.
[ominous music playing]
[breathing shakily]
[gasping]
Come on. Come on.
[sudden sting]
[gasps]
[intense music playing]
[house creaking and thudding]
[whimpering]
Shit!
[intense music continues]
[gasping]
Where the hell are they going?
[gasps]
[music turns ominous]
[breathing shakily]
[gasps]
[grunts]
[reporter] After 17 inches of rain, several towns are cut off from any rescue attempts.
And multiple rivers jumping their banks, causing even more deadly flooding.
There has been no communication from Sandy Beach, Annieville, or Whitford.
We’re sending out prayers to the people of those towns.
I can’t imagine the dangers they’re facing.
Jesus Christ.
Everything’s flooded. I’ve never seen anything like this.
Just go straight through.
We should be able to reach Annieville from the west.
Why did you decide to study sharks?
Isn’t the idea usually to stay away from them, not get closer?
I grew up by the banks of the Zambezi River.
It’s a beautiful place.
But there’s one animal we fear the most in the river.
Sharks.
No, the hippopotamus.
They are fast, powerful, and extremely territorial.
One day, I was looking for crayfish in the river, when a hippo appeared and came for me.
I heard my mother scream on the riverbank, and I froze.
And just when he was about to take me, he suddenly stopped and twitched, like he was being choked or something.
Two powerful bull sharks were attacking it.
And in that moment, I saw something in the eyes of the hippopotamus
I had never seen before.
Fear.
So did you run back to your hut and get a spear?
No. I ran back to my apartment, called the police, and had me some pizza.
We lived in Mozambique, not the fucking Jungle Book.
Oh.
Sorry.
And so, from that moment on, I became really interested in this creature that can put fear in the eyes of a river hippo.
[foreboding music playing]
Did you ever find anything that these bull sharks are afraid of?
They just don’t like bigger sharks.
And certain electrical currents can disorient them.
So otherwise, they don’t do fear.
Signal’s back up!
Oh, Jesus.
What is that?
[Brian] The dots? Sharks.
That’s Annieville.
Wait, slow down.
[Dakota panting]
[intense music playing]
[loud creaking]
[grunts]
[house creaking]
Okay. [whimpering]
Dakota! [panting]
[house creaking]
Oh, no.
Dakota! [groans]
[thumping]
[Dakota grunting]
[grunts]
[gasping]
[whimpers]
[moans in pain]
There it is. He’s coming.
Gotta fucking relax.
[panting]
[groans]
Okay. Okay. Okay.
You got this. Relax.
Okay.
[“A Thousand Miles” by Vanessa Carlton playing]
[groans in pain]
♪ Making my way downtown, walking fast ♪
♪ Faces pass and I’m homebound ♪
[moaning in pain]
♪ Staring– ♪
[Dee] Are those T-bones?
I wouldn’t know. Never had one.
But they’ll do the trick.
Yeah.
For what?
That depends what’s in this box.
[Dee] What about guns?
Couldn’t get ’em loose.
[panting]
Come on.
Now, come on.
[music continues]
♪ And I need you ♪
Oh!
♪ And I miss you ♪
♪ And now I wonder ♪
♪ If I could fall into the sky ♪
[grunting]
Okay.
♪ Do you think time would pass me by? ♪
Yes. Oh my God.
One more big push.
♪ I’d walk a thousand miles ♪
Motherfucker!
[cracking]
[screams]
[hopeful music playing]
[gasping]
All right. Okay.
[whimpering]
Okay.
You can do this. You can do this.
Okay.
[shivering and grunting]
[screams]
[grunting]
Where are you?
[baby cries]
Mommy’s got you.
[hopeful music rises]
I got you. Yes. Yes.
Oh, yes.
[music turns ominous]
[intense music playing]
You’re okay.
Mommy’s got you.
Lisa!
[whimpering]
Fuck!
[baby cries]
Mommy’s here.
Mommy’s just gotta fight some fucking sharks!
[intense music continues]
[yells]
[crying]
Fuck! No!
[crying]
[Dakota] Lisa, I’m almost there!
Hang on!
Lisa!
Oh, shit! Okay.
[music intensifies]
[baby crying]
[whooshing]
[cries]
[Lisa breathes heavily]
Wait, what was the plan again?
Throw the meat, wait for sharks to go crazy, and boom! Up they go.
Right. Okay, fire in the hole.
Throw it!
[gasps]
What the hell?
[Ron panting]
[Dee] Where are they at?
Vibrations. That’s what makes them attack. I saw it on Shark Week.
He’s right!
[Dee] Come on, move your asses!
[Ron] Come on.
[Will] Come on, sharks!
Come on, come get us. Come on, get us!
Come get us!
Come on! We’re right here!
Shit! Here they come!
Shit!
Jesus.
Fuck! Go, go!
[Will] Come on, hurry up! Come on, hurry!
Goddamn it, I hate this sweater!
[Will] Ron, get moving!
[Dee] Hurry up!
[Will] Get moving, Ron!
[Dee] Will!
[screams]
[Will] Ron! Hurry up!
[suspenseful music playing]
[shouts]
Okay. Okay. Okay.
Hey. I got him.
[baby cries]
Gimme your hand, come on.
[unsettling music playing]
Here you go.
[unsettling music rising]
[boat approaching]
Uncle Dale!
[electricity crackling]
This better work.
[suspenseful music playing]
[whimpers]
One more coming!
[suspenseful music swells]
[gasping]
Holy fucking shit.
Joe Sprinkle, welcome to fucking prime time.
[Dee] Hurry, hurry!
[Will] It’s gonna blow!
[gasps]
Hey, Will, I bet you never saw this on Shark Week.
It worked. It worked. It worked!
It worked! It worked!
We got it!
We got it, Dee!
Yeah!
It worked!
Woo-hoo!
Come on, give me your hand. Come on.
Up!
Come on.
Hey. Wait!
[Ron] Yeah!
Yay! We did it!
[resolute music playing]
[laughing]
Let’s get the fuck outta here.
[Ron and Dee] Whoo!
Uncle… Uncle Dale.
[Dale] Yeah.
You’re safe now.
[sobs]
Okay. Okay. Okay.
It’s all right. You’re safe. You’re safe.
[baby coos]
[Dale] Brian, get us the hell outta here.
You got it.
[boat whirring]
[coos]
Hey. Can I…?
Yeah, yeah. Yeah.
Thanks.
[Lisa’s mom] Lisa. Oh, thank God, honey.
Are you okay? I– I– I– I couldn’t get through to you. I tried.
I was so worried! I heard nothing.
Mom? Mom! Meet your grandson.
[Lisa’s mom laughs] Oh, he’s beautiful.
[hopeful music playing]
Where are we headed, Ron?
Home.
Where’s that?
Don’t know.
Somewhere safe.
[engine roars]
Maybe Florida.
[“Real Love Baby” by The Heavy Heavy playing]
♪ Our hearts are free ♪
♪ So tell me What’s wrong with the feeling… ♪
[reporter] It seems like lately, every month, there’s another once-every-100-years storm.
Hurricane Henry has hit the East Coast, decimating the small town of Annieville.
This powerful storm washed away the levees and brought something into town that was never supposed to be there.
♪ I want real love, baby ♪
♪ Ooh, don’t leave me waiting ♪
♪ I’ve got real love maybe ♪
♪ Wait until you taste me ♪
♪ I want real love, baby… ♪
Your mother would be very proud of you right now. Very proud.
♪ Got the key, just use it Just if for a minute… ♪
She was proud of me when I was 6 and outlined my hand and turned it into a turkey.
Right.
[giggles] So yeah, I think you’re right.
♪ I want real love, baby Ooh, don’t leave me waiting ♪
♪ I’ve got real love, maybe Wait until you taste me ♪
♪ I want real love, baby ♪
[alarm blaring]
Oh, fuck me.
[“I Can See Clearly Now” by Johnny Nash playing]
♪ I can see clearly now The rain is gone ♪
♪ I can see all obstacles in my way ♪
♪ Gone are the dark clouds That had me blind ♪
♪ It’s gonna be a bright ♪
♪ Bright ♪
♪ Bright ♪ ♪ Bright ♪
♪ Sun-shiny day ♪
♪ It’s gonna be a bright ♪
♪ Bright ♪
♪ Bright ♪ ♪ Bright ♪
♪ Sun-shiny day ♪
♪ I think I can make it now The pain is gone ♪
♪ All of the bad feelings Have disappeared ♪
♪ Here is the rainbow I’ve been prayin’ for ♪
♪ It’s gonna be a bright ♪
♪ Bright ♪
♪ Bright ♪ ♪ Bright ♪
♪ Sun-shiny day ♪
♪ Look all around There’s nothin’ but blue skies ♪
♪ Look straight ahead Nothin’ but blue skies ♪
♪ I can see clearly now The rain is gone ♪
♪ I can see all obstacles in my way ♪
♪ Gone are the dark clouds That had me blind ♪
♪ It’s gonna be a bright ♪
♪ Bright ♪
♪ Bright ♪ ♪ Bright ♪
♪ Sun-shiny day ♪
♪ It’s gonna be a bright ♪
♪ Bright ♪
♪ Bright ♪ ♪ Bright ♪
♪ Sun-shiny day ♪
♪ It’s gonna be a bright ♪
♪ Bright ♪
♪ Bright ♪
♪ Bright ♪
♪ Sun-shiny day ♪
♪ It’s gonna be a bright ♪
♪ Bright ♪
♪ Bright ♪ ♪ Bright ♪
♪ Sun-shiny day ♪
[plaintive music playing]
[music fades]
