You might need new shoes.
Something with more support.
Pacing all night with that baby, there's not enough support in the world...
I think she fills his bottles with chocolate.
They asked me to go to Moscow on Thursday.
-Crew there needs training-- -Thursday? Tell me you're joking.
Thursday is peak ovulation.
Why did I install that app if you're not using it?
Can I finish?
I did check the app,
which is why I told them I'll fly tonight.
I'll go straight from work...
so I'll make your breakfast now. It'll be in the fridge when you wake up.
I'm the luckiest, you know?
We're the luckiest...
and that'll go for our baby, too.
Which is why he'll eat nothing but chocolate.
Lena?
Lena, hey, call me, yeah?
We just landed somewhere in Scotland. So call me.
Either way, just get yourself inside, okay?
Enough, he's gone.
We can't lose you, too.
I can't believe it.
-He was so-- -Ill?
Young.
I was going to say young.
Do you think he swallowed something?
No, he was delirious.
What should we do with him? Do we bury him?
Or take him with us?
It depends.
Are we staying or going?
What's the plan?
West? We're going west?
We have to go back to Brussels, save our families!
He is an idiot.
He doesn't think there's time.
Who cares what he thinks?
-What's going on? -Wait.
You should update them.
Okay, well...
The English soldiers have confirmed what Terenzio told us.
According to what they heard, people died even in bunkers.
-What? -Wait, what?
-What are you talking about? -That's all I know!
All I do know is that as your captain, your safety is my responsibility.
I can only fly away from the sun.
We aren't even going to try to save our loved ones?
No way. Didn't you see what it does?
Don't kid yourselves. If we don't try, we're being selfish.
It's not selfish, it's smart.
Drop your gun. I'll show you who's smart!
This isn't easy for anyone, but we don't have time.
Come with me, baby.
Okay.
Mathieu wants something to cut the floor to fix the radio.
Here.
A blowtorch?
You do that bit, I'll do this one.
It's already done.
You can do those bags.
Fuck that! You do it.
What? Because of him?
Just ignore him.
I don't understand. It's not like we're going back to Brussels.
Can't we bury him here?
Yeah, but the Arabs need more time, you know, to do their Islamic stuff.
Anyway...
Captain's gonna start loading up.
But there's a problem.
Just one?
The Russian mom wants to stay.
Maybe you could change her mind, or at least help us?
The sun's killing people? Bullshit! They're lying to us.
-Who's lying? -I don't know...
The government. Everyone. Whoever made it up!
Why would they lie?
Anyway, flying puts pressure on his lungs. Understand?
-I don't want to inflict that on him-- -Okay, I understand.
But for now, we have no choice.
-What do you care? -We care about you and your son.
-It's true. -You don't even know us.
You're right, I don't care about you.
That doesn't mean you can kill your son.
-Kill? -If you stay here, you're killing him.
I'll get a car and take him to hospital, okay?
There's no hospital. There's nothing--
Just leave us alone!
Mommy!
-Dominik! -Hold her.
-Dominik! -Mommy!
-Inject her! -Now!
Sonny, come here!
Leave me alone! Let me go!
Turn.
Clear a path.
-Let me help. -No, it's fine. Let's put her here.
-Is she going to wake up? -Yes, sweetie. Sit here.
Look, Mommy's right there, next to you. Okay?
You stay here until she wakes up.
Fasten your seat belt.
Taking care of these passengers is our job, Jakub, okay?
There is no more job. Nothing's left. Nothing makes sense now.
"Our job." Yeah, right...
He means, if we were at the equator, the sun would always catch up with us.
And I thought we were unlucky.
Any progress?
We'll find out soon.
Mathieu says the radio is underneath.
Isn't that Jakub's job?
He refused.
This guy's also a mechanic, though.
Okay.
You okay?
Yeah.
You sure?
How is she?
Just waking up.
I lived in Moscow when I was your age.
You already told me.
We should be there soon.
Where's Dominik?
-It's okay, he's here. -You were asleep.
-Are you okay? -Yes.
He says we're going to Moscow.
Mr. Volkov's mind is not all there, all the time.
Well, lucky him.
Yeah.
Able to get any signal?
We're heading to Canada. No idea where, exactly.
The plan is to go as far as possible with our fuel supply.
A few weeks ago, she told me she loved me.
I replied with a cat emoji with heart eyes.
"Don't let your past define your present."
Did your priest tell you this?
No.
My therapist, when I said I was going to kill myself.
When was that?
Yesterday.
A few weeks ago, I booked this trip with Henri, my boyfriend.
I mean, what this trip was supposed to be.
After he died, I figured I'd just go on the trip alone and kill myself.
Yeah. What's the point, right?
That's what I thought when I got to the airport.
"What's the point?"
But now, I have to make sure that this kid's not abandoned.
That gives me a reason to live, for now.
I think you might feel the same if you fixed the radio.
And it would mean a lot for those who are still alive.
Nothing but carbs here.
That's Mr. Volkov's favorite chocolate.
-Did you go through our bags? -The captain told us to.
We didn't give permission to do that.
He asked us to take inventory.
-Still, you should ask-- -Go back to your seat!
Who are you to talk to me like that?
The man who saved your life, ma'am.
It's okay, take them. There's plenty.
You should thank this young lady for saving your life.
Unbelievable.
-What's the damage? -We're not sure.
Belgian airline, French-speaking crew, but he thinks we all speak English.
Jesus.
We could shoot into it a million times and this would still look better.
We can connect the network cable to see if it works. I think the system's fried.
-So, you know about computers? -Hardly.
I worked as a network technician in college.
But this system? It could be the router, the satellite, I don't know.
Even if you fix it, the whole internet will be down, won't it?
I read an article about that once.
Apparently, servers can self-sustain for quite a while.
Hey?
We'll see, right?
Yeah, we'll see.
-It's working, guys! -No, it's not working at all.
No messages, nothing for an hour.
Do you know if it's sunrise in Belgium?
I think so.
"Dearest Mom, I can't sleep anymore.
Justine and I never said it enough, but we were so lucky to have a mom...
like you.
We will always be with you, in your heart, Valy."
So scientists say that there's a problem with the sun's polarity.
With what?
-Something like that. -Can you read it again?
Yes, wait.
"Oxford solar physicists have theorized
that the event may be tied to the recent solar polarity changes."
Polarity reversal, interesting.
-Wait, is that your profession? -No.
I'm a climate scientist at the EU. There's some overlap.
So you can explain to us what the article is saying?
Every 11 years, the sun's magnetic field reverses.
Nobody knows why, but it's usually unimportant.
-I'm not sure I'd call this "unimportant." -Wait.
Again, this isn't really my field, but...
for the past few cycles, the reversal was weaker.
Nobody could explain why.
Maybe it was more powerful in the other direction...
Would that explain what's happening?
Maybe, yes. If so, it could spark a serious gamma event.
Horst, I don't understand what you're saying.
Like a billion neutron bombs going off every second.
-And when would that stop? -Your guess is as good as mine.
Wait, it sounds like these scientists are figuring it out, though.
Right?
When was that article posted?
About...
an hour ago.
If sunlight does mean death, and we think that is the case,
then I suspect that both the scientists and the author of the article...
died when dawn hit England.
So, they're now...
Already?
Probably dead.
Yeah, it seems...
It's pretty obvious what's going on.
God has always used fire to speak to us.
The burning bush.
The flame on the altar.
The pillar of fire in Exodus.
-Those are just fairy tales. -Fairy tales?
You just said that the world's best scientists were unable
to explain why this was happening to us. And now?
-But it's-- -No! No "buts."
It's just your uncertainty...
versus my certainty.
That must count for something.
Right?
I need some water.
-Horst! -Leave him.
Can we speak for a moment?
Sure.
In private.
Okay.
What's up?
The time that a Muslim prays each day is determined by the sun.
Okay. That won't be easy in the dark.
Exactly. I checked what time sunrise was from where we departed.
When I searched the name of the airbase, this article appeared.
KABUL THREE TRANSFERRED TO KINLOSS FOR TRIAL
They were in Afghanistan.
They broke into the home of a translator, killed him and raped his wife,
then burned the house down.
Wait.
I remember this story. I was there.
-And they'd done it before. -War criminals.
What do we do?
I don't know, but--
We can't have them around these families.
So we throw them off?
I don't know, but we need a solution.
-That's a death sentence. -That's what they deserve.
-Rape and murder, Sylvie. -I know.
What are you two whispering about?
Here.
Thank you.
-Are you Moroccan? -Yes.
-Where from exactly? -Tangier.
Stay back.
Gunshot. Again.
-Look at him! -Leave it.
They're shooting. We must go!
No, Mr. Volkov, don't!
Mr. Volkov, no!
Mr. Volkov! No!
Mr. Volkov!
Can you hear me?
Keep your eyes open, Mr. Volkov.
Can you hear me?
Take me... home.
Mr. Volkov?
You killed him!
Some help, please.
What's going on?
Volkov was trying to open the door and he tried to stop him.
He was just confused.
What's done is done. We can't change that. Okay?
Listen, we have a few hours left before we land.
I suggest everyone tries to get some sleep.
But where are we going?
To Edson, Alberta. It's in Canada.
It's just a small town, but we can fill up on food and supplies.
And find a new radio. This one's dead.
And find a radio, too, apparently.
No Belgian websites have updated in the last two hours.
Same thing everywhere.
We've been traveling a long time. Please try to rest.
Okay?
I'll let you know when we're close.
Give me your hand.
I have to tell you something but you can't react in any way, okay?
These men...
were not left behind by accident.
They were at that airbase for a court martial, for murder.
This man's a pilot.
The others are clerks.
We have to get them off this plane.
-When did this happen? Where? -Afghanistan.
And... what do we do?
I've got a plan. But I'm going to need your help.
Everyone fasten your seat belts.
We're about to land. Everyone fasten your seat belts.
Seat belt.
Ines, we're about to land. Please.
Looks so peaceful from here.
There's nothing peaceful out there.
Know what I can't get out of my mind?
For the first people who saw the sun come up,
they didn't know what hit them. But those folks back home...
those who knew it was coming?
I can't even imagine...
Seat belt.
They just fell where they were.
Listen up,
we have two hours until sunrise. We can't waste a second.
Assuming these vehicles still run, we'll split up to find supplies.
They want you to go with them.
Okay...
I'll go.
My God.
Attention, please.
We will explain more later, but...
these soldiers are not who they said they were.
They are murderers and rapists.
-What are you saying? -What?
-Who says? -Please explain.
They're on trial.
Well, they were on trial.
You?
The guy who stole my gun? That's your source?
-It's true. -I said there was no time to explain.
Jakub's going to try to lose them, but we have to be ready to leave
as soon as he and Gabrielle get back.
So, fuel, food. Divide and conquer.
Okay?
We have to bury Nabil.
Okay, but do it quickly.
Jakub plans to buy us 30 minutes, maybe less.
Let's go.
It's nothing but sugar. Do we have time to find a grocery store?
Twelve minutes left. We can't risk it.
Okay. Grab those bananas, too.
It may be the last time we see any.
I helped prepare my father's body.
I was 21.
They shot him in the back.
He never shed a tear.
You were tough, too.
My God!
His mouth...
It's like he's been microwaved!
In a certain way, that's exactly what happened.
Osman!
-Can you find another blanket? -Of course.
-Where's the electronics store? -It's 5100 Linden Street.
That's not the address you gave me.
5100 Linden, that's the address I found online.
Damn it.
Are you sure about this? That these Brits are criminals?
Ayaz found a story online.
They were at that airbase to be transported to trial.
Kicking somebody off?
It's dangerous. Who's to say that tomorrow, it won't be one of us?
-Are you messing with me? -I'm just saying--
And I'm just saying, go get the guys doing the burial. We have to go.
It looks like they're out of radios.
Ask them to check the storeroom.
Wait, what are you doing?
-We have to go. -No. What's going on?
-No time to explain. -Jakub, stop!
You're scaring me.
They're murderers. Trust me! Come on, Gabrielle!
Gabrielle!
Stop!
No!
Zara?
Mr. Volkov said something in Russian before he died.
What was it?
"Take me home."
Someone's coming!
If it's not Jakub and Gabrielle, close the door.
Okay.
Are they coming?
Someone's coming.
They're behind me!
-Where's Gabrielle? -She didn't make it.
Go!
-You get the radio? -Yes.
But Gabrielle's still there. She didn't make it.
What?
It's my fault.
They're shooting at us!
They're shooting.
-We can't leave without her! -There's no choice.
"Protect the passengers." You said so yourself.
Stop.
V1.
Stop.