Aliens Return (2024) Movie Script
1
(metal clicks)
(fire roaring)
(water splattering)
(dramatic music)
- [Speaker] No, no, no.
(dramatic music)
(eerie music)
- Wait.
(spaceship roaring)
(ponytail speaker screaming)
(ponytail speaker grasping)
(spaceship roaring)
- James.
(dramatic music)
(spaceship roaring)
(dramatic music)
(somber music)
- You know, Maya.
The bride-to-be is actually
supposed to be in the thick
of things, not
skulking off alone.
- That's where you're wrong.
The bride-to-be gets to do
whatever the hell she wants.
Especially when she's
paid for all this.
- True.
Prince charming still
not contributed then?
- Beth.
- All right, I'm sorry.
You nervous?
- Huh?
Yeah. I mean that's
normal though, right?
- Depends.
Nervous because you'll be
standing in front of a group
of people judging your dress,
snickering to each other
about how you've got
the cheek to wear white.
Or nervous because you think
you might be making a mistake.
- How many times?
- Maya. I just-
- You just nothing.
Do we have to do
this every time?
Even on my wedding day, I
love him and he loves me.
And that's all there is to it.
And as my best friend
and maid of honor,
I might add, you don't
have to like him.
At least respect my choices.
- You're right.
I'm sorry.
- I don't judge you
every weekend when you
hook up with the wronging
after wronging.
- That's true.
You always let me sink in
the well of my bad choices.
Of which there are many.
Saying that I better go
and see if my wronging
for this weekend has arrived.
- What's this one's name?
- Do you know what? I
actually can't remember.
(friends laugh)
(calm music)
I am happy for you. If you
are happy, then so am I.
- Thanks.
I could be pregnant
before the year is out.
- Oh, I mean.
Ever since I've met you,
that's all you've talked about.
Being pregnant, having kids,
and that's when we were 13.
- [Maya] Yeah. That's
all I've ever wanted.
I can't wait to be a mom.
- But you've got a killer
body. You're in a great job.
Are you that desperate for
no money and saggy boobs?
- There's no better
job than being a mom.
- Mm. There's better paid ones.
Anyway. I'll have
your kids, won't I?
They're the best kind,
ones you can give back.
I could be the cool Aunt
Beth. Teach them to smoke.
Take them drinking, introduce
them to boys or girls.
And you could be the
miserable mommy, Maya.
- You know what? Go
find your boy toy
and leave me the hell alone.
And don't drink too much.
Last thing I need is for
you to look like shit
in my wedding photos,
and no love bites either.
Bye.
(somber music)
(eerie music)
- Maya. You coming
back in or what?
- Yeah, just a minute.
- It's her wedding and
she's out there talking
to grass. She's
even got a drink.
- Dude. I'm sure I've
seen her with a drink.
- Water. Hardly a
fucking drink, is it?
Oh, I never understand her,
but luckily she's hot. So.
(friends chuckle)
- What's so funny?
- Nothing really.
Me and the boys were
just talking about
that trip to Beneden
we took a few years
back, (indistinct).
Right, lads?
- Right.
- Maya.
- Don't drink too much.
- Not even married yet and
she's cracked down the whip.
- Oh, as long as it's a
pussy hoop she's cracking.
I don't mind.
Anyway, Beneden.
What a fucking
holiday that was, hey.
Talk about lock up Senoritas.
- Steady on, Jack. We've
got Rachel over there.
- Pack it in, Craig guitar.
She ain't gonna hear
from over there, is she?
Anyway, it's not you
who should be worried.
It's my wedding.
Last thing I need is Maya
hearing about Beneden.
What happens to Beneden
stays in Beneden.
- Exactly. It's not like
you've got much anyway.
(indistinct)
And I'm sure we were coming
home a few times, didn't we?
(friends laugh)
- [Friend] I know,
right? So ridiculous.
Like what the hell?
Honestly, it's
just so ridiculous.
I'm just like, honestly.
- What are you
girls talking about?
- Nothing. Just chitchatting.
- Well make something
interesting up
and do it quickly.
I'm getting really fed up
of having to talk to people
that were basically
only invited,
because it would be
an offense not to.
- [Beth] Oh well.
- Well in that case
we were talking about
how beautiful this place is.
- Mm. Beautiful.
If I was ever to get
married, which I won't.
Then this would be the kind
of place I would wanna get
married at.
- No, but in all seriousness, M.
This place is bloody gorgeous.
I don't even wanna ask how much
you and Jack paid for this.
Bt it's definitely
worth every penny.
- Becky. Becky. Is
everything okay?
- Yeah. All good. Just
gonna go to the loo.
- What is going on with her?
- I don't know.
She's been like this all day.
She barely said a word the
entire car ride down here.
- Couldn't get away
quick enough. Could she?
Probably going to clog
the fucking toilet now.
(friends chuckle)
- You know, I knew
you'd bring the elegance
that this place is
obviously so lacking.
- I bring the standing of
any place. You know that.
In all seriousness though,
it really is beautiful.
No wonder the waiting
list was so long.
- Yeah, babes, you're lucky
you got a cancellation.
Your wedding photos
are gonna look gorgeous
outside of this mansion.
- Oh, thanks girls.
But you know it's the Christmas
aspect that excites me.
All the trees out.
(eerie music)
Yeah, it's fine. It's nothing.
- It doesn't look like nothing.
Fuck! What did you do?
- It's fine.
I burnt it yesterday
when I was cooking.
- I don't remember
seeing it there earlier.
- Do you go around
examining people's fingers?
- Oh, sorry.
It just looks really
bad, that's all.
I was getting worried about you.
- I'm sorry.
It's just the wedding's
got me feeling really
overwhelmed and stressed.
It's fine. But thank you
for your concerned, doctor.
- All part of the service.
- Ladies and gentlemen.
Would you like to come this way?
- Well come on everyone.
We paid enough money
for this place.
Might as well make
the most out of it.
- We better get going.
(somber music)
- Another wedding
going on next door.
- [Devon] Aw.
- Blows my mind.
Don't these idiots do
any research first?
I mean, why in the hell would
you wanna get married here?
Madness.
- Why? You are actually
taking it all in. Right?
Everything out there.
You are actually seeing
things when you sit
and look out that window.
They get married here, Victor.
Because it's
beautiful out there.
- Beautiful.
And that's good enough reason
to put your life at risk?
Is it, Devon?
- Vic, No one's life is at risk.
You need to calm down.
And may I add something?
If they are idiots for
getting married here.
They are putting their lives
at risk by spending one day
or two in the beautiful
English countryside.
What about us? We
fucking live here?
If they are idiots,
what does that make us?
- Whistleblowers.
- Whistleblowers?
And what exactly are we
blowing the whistle on?
- You know exactly what
we're blowing the whistle
on.
We're the UK's Bob Lazar.
- Oh, Bob.
- Lazar.
Bob Lazar, area 51 went on
record and then the government
tried to make it look
like he was some lunatic.
Bob Lazar. Come on.
Well, I just hope the wedding
makes it through unscathed.
- Oh well.
Unlike the other 200 weddings
where fuck all have happened.
- [Maya] They're like kids.
- [Beth] The whole
male species is.
- You know, the annoying thing
is they're only like this
when they're all together.
- Exactly. Thank you.
- You know how they say
when women spend a lot
of time together,
their cycles sink up.
I reckon when men spend
so much time together,
their dicks line up.
Right?
- What's so funny.
- Oh, nothing. We're
just talking about
how men are idiots.
Really.
(phone rings)
(dramatic music)
- Hello?
Well that's good for you, mate.
I'm glad you've finished work.
But tell me one thing.
Who the fuck are you and
why you're ringing me?
Brendan, my wronging
for this weekend.
His name is Brendan.
No, of course honey.
It was you, sexy.
I was just teasing you.
So what time will you be here?
- I tell you, he does
look like his dad, though.
- He does.
- Hmm. Okay, well try
not to be too late.
All right, I'll see you soon.
- So not only do you
not remember his name.
You didn't even save his number?
- Didn't see the point.
Probably won't be around
after this weekend.
- What? Are you burying
him in the woods?
- That'll be one way
of getting rid of him.
But no, you know me.
Just get one use out of
them and then drop them.
- I can't believe he
didn't remember his name.
- I remember his car.
But that's 'cause
that's where we-
- We don't need to
hear all the details
of your sex-ploits again.
- Well, he's just finished work.
He'll be packing up some
bits and he'll be here soon.
- Mm. Good. Then you
won't have to go trawling
through my wedding guest to
find a sex doll for the night.
- It was a real possibility.
- I'll tell you. He does
look like his dad, though.
- He does.
- He's back.
(friends laugh)
- Thanks babe.
- Look at him go.
- If you'd like to
go to your rooms.
On the sideboard
there's a list of names
with your room numbers on it.
Ms. Jones and Mr. Forecome
have the honeymoon suite.
- Yeah, we do. Boom.
- Your luggage has been
placed in your rooms.
Have a pleasant stay.
And rest assured everything
is in order for tomorrow
evening's service.
- Right then.
Cheer youth. Good man.
- You're welcome, sir.
Just as funny, the second time.
(funky music)
(spaceship buzzing)
(eerie music)
- I am shattered.
I could be dead to the world
before I can count to 10.
I don't even wanna take
off my makeup tonight.
- Not too tired I hope.
I've still got lots
of energy left.
- We can save that for
tomorrow. Our wedding night.
- You do realize we
have had sex before?
This whole wait
until you marry thing
was long out the window.
- I know, but it just
feels right to, you know.
Wait.
- Does it?
- One night won't kill you.
- Yeah. It hasn't been one
night. It's been about four.
- Oh, you keeping count?
- Of course not.
I'm just teasing.
- You know.
Maybe from tomorrow I
could come off the pill.
- Let's keep it a while.
Discuss it a bit more.
It's a big decision.
- A decision we've had
countless conversations about.
- Yeah, but they're
all hypothetical.
Weren't they?
- Hypothetical.
They've always been serious
conversations to me.
- Okay, well.
How about after the
ceremony tomorrow,
we can go off on our honeymoon.
We can have a real
serious conversation.
- I just told you, Jack. It's
always been serious to me.
- I know. Me too.
- Clearly.
- Okay, baby. You
know I want kids.
And you know I
want kids with you.
But can we just get rid
of one big milestone
before we start
discussing another one?
Look, I'm not writing it off.
I'm just saying
it's our wedding.
It's a big deal.
Let's just savor it.
- I'm sorry. You're right.
It just excites me. You know?
The idea of us starting
our own little family.
- And it excites me
too. It really does.
Now you get your beauty
sleep, not that you need it.
- Ah, that's a cheesy line.
- I'm as smooth as
they come, you know?
- Come on, show me.
You don't look
that smooth to me.
- I'm gonna call my mom. Okay?
- This late?
- Yeah.
I just need to talk to her.
- Are you excited for tomorrow?
- I'm marrying the
love of my life.
Of course. I'm excited.
- I miss you.
(somber music)
(eerie music)
(shoes thudding)
(eerie music)
(shoes thudding)
(eerie music)
(stairs crackling)
(eerie music)
(stairs crackling)
(eerie music)
(stairs crackling)
(eerie music)
- Hello?
(eerie music)
(eerie music)
(eerie music)
(eerie music)
(shoes thudding)
(door creaks)
- I didn't think you'd come.
- I wasn't going to.
- But then again, I never did
have an issue making you come.
- What was that?
- It's nothing.
Nothing, come here.
I love you.
- Becky.
Becky, just wait a minute.
- Don't get married.
Please.
- Becky, come on.
You know this.
- You don't love her.
- I do love her.
If you did, you wouldn't
have been fucking me
for three months.
- You knew it was a
bit of fun. That's it.
You knew full well as
soon as I got married,
this would have to stop.
- You're not married now.
God, there's still time.
We can go right now.
- Are you insane? I'm
not running off with you.
I love Maya.
I'm getting married
tomorrow because I want to,
not because I have to.
- Look, I get that you're
worried to call it off so close.
But Jack, we deserve
to be happy too.
- Are you high? I am happy.
I want to get married.
Becky.
We spoke about this.
We both knew it was
nothing but sex.
- What if I want more?
- You can't fucking
have anymore.
You can't just wake up one
day and decide shit like that.
We had an
understanding. Remember?
- Things change. I love you.
- You need to calm
yourself down.
Don't turn into a
fucking bunny boiler.
- What if I tell her then?
Could I tell her everything?
You won't be getting
married then.
- Well, that'd be a very stupid
fucking idea. Wouldn't it?
- Would it? The wedding
would be called off.
And you wouldn't have to
worry about upsetting anyone.
- I might as well be
talking to this fucking tree
at this point.
I'm not worried about
upsetting anyone, least
of all you.
Now listen carefully.
I want to get married.
- But if I told her
you wouldn't have
to marry someone you don't love.
We could finally be-
- I don't want to be with you.
Can't you fucking understand
that? I love Maya.
You? You're just a bit of fun.
Nothing more.
If you wanna tell
her, fucking tell her.
She'll forgive me eventually.
But the rest of her friends,
they'll ever forgive you.
You'll be alone, all by herself.
- Fuck you.
Fuck you, Jack.
You prick.
- [Jack] Whatever.
Why don't you fuck off home
and say you're
sick or something?
Do us all a favor, no
one wants you here.
- Yeah. Well you've
got a little dick.
(somber music)
(Becky sniffs)
Hello?
(eerie music)
(eerie music)
(water splashing)
(foot thudding)
(eerie music)
Jack.
(eerie music)
- Well, I think
Jack's a scumbag.
I'm sorry, but he is.
- Beth, come on.
- No, I've tried telling Maya,
but she won't listen.
- Because she loves him?
- It's gonna end badly for her.
- Beth, honestly
he's a good lad.
He loves her to bits.
- Oh, is that right?
I wonder why Becky
isn't down here.
Must still be
sulking in her room.
Now, what possibly could
have happened this weekend
to make her so upset?
Oh, maybe because the guy
that she's been fucking
is marrying one of her friends.
It would sure put
me on a downer.
- You know?
- Doesn't take a genius, babe.
- Who, Maya?
- I think she knows.
She must do. She's just
choosing to ignore it.
I feel like going upstairs
and just having it out
with her, before it's too late.
She deserves better than
that turd with legs.
- No doubt, like Jack.
He loves Maya. He really does.
- He made a mistake.
We know that.
Shit. Even he knows that.
A big, big mistake.
Granted, but he ended it.
He loves Maya.
Deep down he is a lovely guy.
Trust us. He would never, ever.
- It's not just
about Jack, is it?
I mean, Becky.
She's an adult too, and she
chose to sleep with Jack.
And she knew that
he was engaged.
I mean, come on.
Maya. It's her best friend.
- Exactly.
You can't put all
the blame on Jack.
- Can we help you, mate?
- I couldn't help but overhear.
But you are here for the
weekend. For the wedding, right?
- Yeah, that's right.
- This is gonna
sound a bit weird.
But you would need to leave.
- We need to what?
- Leave.
I know, I know.
I'm just a (indistinct)
guy telling you to leave.
Trust me. I'm
trying to help you.
You all need to leave, now.
There's weird stuff
going on here.
- What weirder than you.
This place.
It's a beacon of sorts.
It draws them in.
There's been so many sightings.
I have seen a few myself.
A decade ago, but
that one wasn't me.
I only moved here recently.
A decade ago, a body was
found out in the woodlands.
Obliterated.
- Okay, mate.
I think you need to
lay off the source.
Looks like you've had one
too many drinks to go.
- Sightings have been
going through the roof.
Message boards are going mad.
Something extraterrestrial
is definitely going down,
and it's going down soon.
You made a mistake coming here.
- Aliens, huh? Grace.
- Yes, exactly.
There's this friend of mine,
but I say friend, we
haven't actually met.
Well, we talk all
the time online.
This guy, he's the chairman
of the UK U-F-O-S-S.
- UK U-F-O-S-S.
- Yes. The UK U-F-O-S-S.
United Kingdom Unidentified
Flying Object Support System.
Which means he's
obviously legit?
- Obviously.
- Yes. This guy was driving
round this area not too
long ago and he swears he saw
a bright light directly above.
- How'd you know
it wasn't Bigfoot?
- Sorry?
- The body.
The eviscerated one.
How'd you know it
wasn't Bigfoot?
- Impossible?
- Well.
The word impossible
literally means I'm possible.
- Bigfoot couldn't
have been seen here.
The woodlands are nowhere
near dense enough.
And besides Bigfoot is
from the northern US part-
- Mothman?
- No.
Mothman is found in Point
Peninsula in West Virginia.
And there's no evidence
of Mothman ever
eviscerating a single victim.
No. We are dealing
with something
of alien origin.
- For God sake, Victor.
I go to the toilet for
two minutes and you're
harassing people.
- Helping.
- I'm sure they don't
say it that way.
I apologize. He's a
little bit highly strong.
- See you later, Scully.
- [Victor] Mulder.
Scully was the skeptic.
Mulder was the believer.
(keys jingling)
(door bangs)
- Wow.
Hello?
(eerie music)
Hello.
Beth?
Why don't you come out
and gimme a proper hello?
And the car the other
day (indistinct).
Is it?
(eerie music)
(spaceship roaring)
(eerie music)
(spaceship roaring)
(eerie music)
(eerie music)
(feet thudding)
(eerie music)
(eerie music)
(Maya gasping)
(Maya gasping)
(eerie music)
(object thuds)
(eerie music)
- Fucking hell, Jack? What
the hell is wrong with you?
Don't sneak up on people
like that in the dark.
- I wasn't sneaking up
on anyone. I just went-
- Have a tune or stamp
your feet or something.
You're like a creepy
fucking Jesus out there.
- Right, right, right.
Calm down. Who do you
think I was anyway?
I'm the only other
person in the room.
- I don't know, a crazy axe
murderer could have broken in?
- Right?
Out in the peaceful
English countryside,
crazy axe murderers
are everywhere.
- Aw, you're the
prime example of God
not giving with both hands.
Pretty, but pretty dumb.
Quiet countryside,
old manor house next
to the dense woodland. Prime
location for a nutcase.
- And (indistinct) downstairs.
He's a serial killer as well.
Is he?
- Mm. Could be.
Haven't you heard
Winnie-the-Poo kills people now?
- (chuckles) What's
next? Humpty Dumpty.
Go on. Go to bed.
I'll just be to
be a minute. Okay.
- I didn't hear you
come back in last night.
- I was only five minutes,
but you were asleep by
the time I got back.
I just didn't wanna wake you.
Go on.
I'll just be a minute. Okay?
Should we head downstairs, Maya?
Should we go downstairs
to find the others?
Maya?
Hello, earth to Maya.
- What?
- I thought we would
actually be married first
before you started ignoring me.
- I'm sorry.
I didn't hear you. My
mind was elsewhere.
- Your mom and dad?
We spoke about this.
If we invite your mom and dad,
then we'd have to
invite mine too.
God forbid.
Next thing you know, it's
uncles, aunties, cousins.
And then my dad's gonna wanna
bring his friends from work.
And then there's the vet
and then the vet's friend.
And then-
- I know, I know.
Small and intimate, we
made the right choice.
And my mom would've only
complained the entire time.
Just feels, you know, weird.
- I get it. For me too.
But it's like you said, the
cost would've got out of hand
and too many chefs
in one kitchen.
But this semi-eloping thing
has been by far the best idea
we've had.
Few mates. No one
sticking their oars in.
- Ugh. I imagine trying to
tell my mom we were having a
nighttime wedding.
She would've had a fit.
- Exactly.
Not worth the hassle.
But when we get back,
we'll just hire a room
at the social club.
It'd be a nice surprise.
Plus everyone's gonna be
way too drunk to remember
that they weren't invited.
- Hmm.
And Beth likes it this way.
It makes her feel special to be
one of the selected few invited.
- [Jack] Hmm. Wow.
If Beth's happy.
- Speaking of Beth
and the others,
we should probably head
down for breakfast.
- And you wanted
to see his face.
(friends chuckle)
Morning.
- Morning.
- Morning.
Oh, I didn't know
you drank last night.
- I didn't.
- Those look like
hangover sunglasses.
- Curious sunglasses mixed
with a slept like shit
glasses and feeling a bit pukey.
Nerves. Right?
What about you, Beth? Hangover.
- Ignore her. She's sulking.
- I'm not sulking. I'm angry.
There's a big difference.
- Her gentleman friend
stood her up last night.
- Stood me up. Me?
I've never been
stood up in my life.
I do the standing up.
I'm never the stood.
Stand me up, Elizabeth Rowin.
Fucking nerve of it.
- I'm sure he had a good excuse.
- Excuse? There wasn't one.
Called me to tell me he
was leaving to come here.
Called me again to say
he was 20 minutes out.
And then.
Oh, so I started getting ready.
Sexy thong, bit of
makeup and all that.
Then fuck all.
- Nothing.
- Zip, zilch. Zero.
- I'm sure he'll explain
it next time you go out.
- Yeah. Maybe he got lost.
- Well, he can get lost.
Next time? There
won't be a next time.
He can fuck his great Aunt
Ethel if he thinks he's getting
another chance with me.
Now his loss is
someone else's gain.
What's your buddy, Mike like?
- Mike?
You've met Mike loads of
times. You know what he's like.
- No. I mean, what's
he like in bed?
- How the fuck are we
supposed to know that?
- What, don't you guys talk?
- Beth. You could have a two
inch cock and not stay seconds
in bed. He'll still tell
us he's an absolute machine
and he can give women
multiple orgasms a night.
- It's all right. I can
steer him around the curves.
- Beth. You're like
a predator on a hunt.
A lioness from a
wildlife documentary.
- Well, tomorrow morning
you find an extremely happy,
if not worn out carcass.
(friends laugh)
- Where's Becky?
- Oh yeah.
So I was gonna say, I
haven't seen her around.
She went to bed last
night. Never came back.
Tried knocking on
the door. Nothing.
- She seemed pretty pissed
off about something.
That's for sure.
- Maybe her mystery
man let her down again.
- Mystery man?
- Yeah.
She was seeing some guy that
none of us had ever met.
She was always getting
annoyed with him,
but she'd never
tell us who he was.
Not even his name.
- Maybe he was married.
- Maybe.
Let's just give her some time.
Check on her later.
- I hope she's okay.
- I'm sure she's fine. Honestly.
You've got enough in
your mind to be worrying
about that today.
- Babe.
She's one of my best
friends and a bridesmaid.
- You okay?
- Yeah.
I'm just feeling really
sick this morning.
But could be nerves, right?
- Oh, sick in the morning.
Also known as morning sickness.
- Breakfast, maybe?
- Oh God. No.
The thought of that makes
me want to throw up.
- Oh, it's just
wedding jitters, babe.
Completely natural.
- Where are you going?
- Nowhere.
I need to just walk, I think.
- Do you wanna go check on Beck?
- [Maya] Yeah.
Sounds like a good-
- No, no, no, no, no.
Nothing you need to be doing.
You just need some
fresh air. Okay.
So we'll go for a walk.
- Me and you?
- Yes, me and you.
Explore the grounds further.
- See you later.
(rocks creaking)
(somber music)
- Feeling any better?
- Not really. Just
anticipation, I suppose.
But I should be feeling
better by tonight. You know?
When we're all dressed
and the ceremony starts.
- Well, as long as
you're feeling better
after the reception. Our
actual wedding night.
- You know, back
there when Beth joked
about me being pregnant.
You didn't seem overly happy.
- Do we have to
have this chat now?
- Why not? We both
want kids, right?
- Yeah, of course.
- Why do you get upset
whenever the
subject's brought up?
I don't, it's just all
you talk about, really.
- You know, I've always wanted
kids as soon as possible.
- Yeah, but you're talking
about coming off the pill
tomorrow.
I mean, can we not enjoy being
married for a while first?
- You can't enjoy being
married if you have a baby?
- I'm not saying that.
- Then what are you saying?
- I'm saying I love you.
I can't wait to have
a baby with you.
Can we just get married,
enjoy our honeymoon,
and then talk about this?
- I understand.
(Maya screams)
- Whoa, whoa.
Maya. What's going on?
- Go away. Get the fuck away.
- Maya, calm the
fuck down. Will you?
What's happening?
- Jack.
- Maya. What's happening?
Talk.
- I'm gonna be sick.
(eerie music)
(door creaks)
- She's asleep.
- What do they say?
- Well, there's
nothing wrong with her.
Nothing serious. At least.
They reckon she's just stressed.
- Are you going to have
to cancel the wedding?
- I dunno.
I think we should reschedule it,
but I know she won't hear it.
- I mean, there's still.
I mean, there's
still a bit of time
before she needs to
start getting ready.
Suppose all we can do is just
see how she is when she wakes.
- I just dunno what to do.
- Just let Maya decide.
That's the best
thing you can do.
- Yeah. Yeah.
I'll let her rest for a bit
and then when she's awake.
I'll ask her what she wants.
She was just...
I dunno. It was weird.
- Weddings can be
stressful, mate.
All right?
You can take the time.
- Dude, she'll be
fine by tomorrow.
Just let her sleep it off.
- I fucking hope so.
Anyway. I best
get back in there.
I'll keep you guys
updated anyway.
What are you gonna
do in the meantime?
- I mean, we should check
on Becky again, really.
- Still nothing?
- I've WhatsApped her twice.
She hasn't read them.
- Do you need me to
come with you and Craig,
or are you gonna be
good on your own?
- I mean. Oh, right.
No, we're good.
We don't need an army.
Why don't you and Mike get
to know each other
a little better?
And we'll see you later.
- Mike?
- Hell yeah.
(somber music)
(eerie music)
- Maya.
Maya.
Maya.
Maya.
Maya.
Maya. Can you hear me?
Maya? Talk to me, okay.
Something is
seriously wrong here.
I need you to talk to me.
Just snap out of it, Maya.
Is it this?
What's this?
Does this make you sick?
Maya, I need you to
say something. Okay.
Just talk to me.
Say something, anything.
Let me help. Okay.
Just talk to me and let me help.
Let me help you, Maya. Okay.
We're gonna have to
postpone the wedding.
I know you don't
want to hear it.
- No.
- No?
- No. We have to
get married tonight.
(door knock)
- Becky, it's Rachel.
(door knock)
Becks. Open up.
We just wanna make
sure you're okay.
All right.
Last chance and I'm
opening the door.
All right, too late.
- Beck.
(somber music)
Well, where is she then?
I mean, clearly
she's still here.
All the stuff's still about.
- I mean, maybe she
went for a walk.
- She didn't answer the phone.
- Look, I don't know.
But I know we need
to go look for her
and make sure she's okay.
- I dunno if we've
got time for that.
I mean, the wedding,
it starts shortly.
- Okay. We'll just go outside.
Have a look around to see if
she maybe went for a walk.
Okay. 30 minutes tops.
- I'm gonna get the light, babe.
- No, please.
No, no. Please don't.
- Babe. I'm scared.
- Me too.
- Okay, well.
Let me help you.
Just talk to me, please.
- Something is happening to me.
- What's happening to you?
- I don't know.
(eerie music)
I feel different.
- We are gonna have to
postpone the wedding.
I know you don't
want to hear it, but-
- No Jack, please.
We have to get married tonight.
- I really don't think-
- Postponing the wedding
isn't gonna change anything.
I wanna be your wife, Jack.
- You're sure?
- Yeah.
- We can deal with
whatever's happening to me
after the wedding.
Please don't (indistinct).
- If you're sure,
if you're sure.
(somber music)
- Babe, come on.
Let's go back and get ready.
- I'm getting
really worried now.
What's that?
It's Becky's?
- Well, that was nice.
I mean, I know we've been
together before in the group,
but just to get to
know you, you know.
It was nice.
- You too.
You can thank Brendan for that.
- Brendan?
- Yeah.
He was supposed to be
my date for the wedding.
Stood me up.
Anyway. His loss, your gain.
- Yeah.
You okay?
- That car.
How long's it been there?
- I have no idea.
Haven't been this far
on from yours. Why?
- That's his car.
Flaky fucking Brendan.
Oh, this fucking guy.
Oh, I've not heard
from him all day.
Not seen hair nor
tail from Becks.
If they're hooked up.
I was gonna fuck you anyway,
but now you're gonna
get all my best moves.
- Oh yeah. So what
you think then?
Like Brendan and Beck's
hooked up here. Why can't we?
- Well, it wouldn't
make sense, right?
They've both been MIA.
I mean, if that's
what's happened.
I wouldn't shake Becky's
hand any more than I would.
But Brendan could
go fuck himself.
(phone rings)
(eerie music)
That's his phone.
It's Brendan's phone.
- Is that Becky's?
- It's Becky's.
Is this is her blood.
- Look, it might
not be her blood,
but this could be
getting serious now.
Let's go back and tell
people we found this stuff.
Rachel. We've gotta go.
- The wedding can wait.
- No, it's not about the
wedding. This is about Becky.
No one's seen her for 24 hours.
Let's go back and tell
people we found this stuff.
Yeah.
- Okay. Okay. Okay.
Becky.
Becks.
(eerie music)
Becky.
(Beth chuckles)
- I take it the wedding's
still going ahead then.
How is she?
- I dunno. She's not good.
- Well, should I go?
- No, no.
It's all right.
She's adamant that the
ceremony goes ahead.
- I'm not surprised.
All the planning,
the money she spent.
I'm sure it's just
stress-related.
After tonight, she'll be
back to her old self again.
- I hope so.
- Anyway.
Brendan's. My Brendan.
His car's here, and
we found his phone.
I reckon he's hooked
up with Becky.
We haven't seen either
of them all day.
- Good. I hope they
have, all right.
I don't have the time or energy
to be worrying about
either of them.
Just get yourself ready and
meet me downstairs. Okay.
- Becky.
(eerie music)
Becks.
(gasps)
What the fuck?
Oh my God.
- Oh.
(heels clicking)
Oh fuck.
(heels clicking)
Oh shit.
(gasping)
(gasping)
(eerie music)
(door creaks)
(eerie music)
(Rachel screams)
- Dude, calm down.
- Where the fuck is Craig?
And Rachel for that matter. Huh?
- Man, where the fuck is Becky?
- Well, they best
hurry the fuck up.
It's been an intimate wedding,
but its taking a piss.
- Mate, mate. Just calm down.
Keep calm.
- I mean, should
we wait or what?
I've already knocked on
Rachel's door and got fuck all.
I expect this from
Becky, but not Rachel.
I reckon we give
it another minute.
I guess we're not waiting then.
(calm music)
(calm music continues)
- Maya.
- They're coming.
(eerie music)
(spaceship roaring)
(friends gasping)
(friends gasping)
(guest screams)
- Come on.
(eerie music)
(guest screaming)
(friends screaming)
(door knock)
- What's going on?
- I told you, but
no one listened.
Crazy, old Victor.
But here we are. Aliens
massacring people.
- Yes fine.
You're a fucking genius.
If we still alive, after
you can gloat then.
How about we try to find
a way to get out of here
before we join the massacre?
(Beth gasping)
- This can't be happening.
My friends, they-
- Their gone.
They've been taken.
- This can't be happening.
This can't be real.
- I can assure you it is real.
And it's most
definitely happening.
They've been planning
this for decades.
The abductions, the sightings.
This is all part of their plan.
You definitely locked
the back door, right?
I thought you did.
- I specifically told you
to lock the fucking door.
(eerie music)
(friend screaming)
(friend screaming)
- Maya.
(both screaming)
- They're coming.
- How do you know?
- I can hear them.
I can understand them.
- What are they saying?
What do they want?
Tell me.
What do they want?
Maya, if whatever's out there.
If it gets us, I want you
to know that I love you.
I always have.
I'm sorry for
everything I've done.
I'm sorry for not being
able to protect you now.
I'm sorry for anything that
I've done that's upset you.
Maya I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
- Are you sorry for Becky?
- You knew?
- More of a thought.
Run!
(eerie music)
(spaceship roars)
(door creaks)
(Beth gasping)
- Maya.
Jack.
(Beth gasping)
(eerie music)
(Beth screams)
(eerie music)
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
We should have never
have come here,
or we should have gone
home a lot sooner.
Although I'm not sure what
difference it would make now.
(eerie music)
Jack.
Jack.
No, please no.
No, no, no.
Please let me go.
Please let me go.
Please. What the
fuck are you doing?
No, no, no, no.
Please, please.
Please lemme go.
Please lemme go.
Please. What the
fuck are you doing?
No, no, no.
Please, please, please.
No, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no.
Please stop.
No, no, no, no.
Please stop.
No, no, no, no, no.
Please stop. Please.
(Maya screams)
(Maya gasps)
Jack.
(eerie music)
(eerie music)
(Maya screams)
(Maya sobs)
(eerie music)
(Maya screams)
(Maya screams)
(Maya gasps)
Do whatever you're
gonna fucking do.
I have nothing left anyway.
(eerie music)
(eerie music)
(alien roaring)
(eerie music)
(metal clicks)
(fire roaring)
(water splattering)
(dramatic music)
- [Speaker] No, no, no.
(dramatic music)
(eerie music)
- Wait.
(spaceship roaring)
(ponytail speaker screaming)
(ponytail speaker grasping)
(spaceship roaring)
- James.
(dramatic music)
(spaceship roaring)
(dramatic music)
(somber music)
- You know, Maya.
The bride-to-be is actually
supposed to be in the thick
of things, not
skulking off alone.
- That's where you're wrong.
The bride-to-be gets to do
whatever the hell she wants.
Especially when she's
paid for all this.
- True.
Prince charming still
not contributed then?
- Beth.
- All right, I'm sorry.
You nervous?
- Huh?
Yeah. I mean that's
normal though, right?
- Depends.
Nervous because you'll be
standing in front of a group
of people judging your dress,
snickering to each other
about how you've got
the cheek to wear white.
Or nervous because you think
you might be making a mistake.
- How many times?
- Maya. I just-
- You just nothing.
Do we have to do
this every time?
Even on my wedding day, I
love him and he loves me.
And that's all there is to it.
And as my best friend
and maid of honor,
I might add, you don't
have to like him.
At least respect my choices.
- You're right.
I'm sorry.
- I don't judge you
every weekend when you
hook up with the wronging
after wronging.
- That's true.
You always let me sink in
the well of my bad choices.
Of which there are many.
Saying that I better go
and see if my wronging
for this weekend has arrived.
- What's this one's name?
- Do you know what? I
actually can't remember.
(friends laugh)
(calm music)
I am happy for you. If you
are happy, then so am I.
- Thanks.
I could be pregnant
before the year is out.
- Oh, I mean.
Ever since I've met you,
that's all you've talked about.
Being pregnant, having kids,
and that's when we were 13.
- [Maya] Yeah. That's
all I've ever wanted.
I can't wait to be a mom.
- But you've got a killer
body. You're in a great job.
Are you that desperate for
no money and saggy boobs?
- There's no better
job than being a mom.
- Mm. There's better paid ones.
Anyway. I'll have
your kids, won't I?
They're the best kind,
ones you can give back.
I could be the cool Aunt
Beth. Teach them to smoke.
Take them drinking, introduce
them to boys or girls.
And you could be the
miserable mommy, Maya.
- You know what? Go
find your boy toy
and leave me the hell alone.
And don't drink too much.
Last thing I need is for
you to look like shit
in my wedding photos,
and no love bites either.
Bye.
(somber music)
(eerie music)
- Maya. You coming
back in or what?
- Yeah, just a minute.
- It's her wedding and
she's out there talking
to grass. She's
even got a drink.
- Dude. I'm sure I've
seen her with a drink.
- Water. Hardly a
fucking drink, is it?
Oh, I never understand her,
but luckily she's hot. So.
(friends chuckle)
- What's so funny?
- Nothing really.
Me and the boys were
just talking about
that trip to Beneden
we took a few years
back, (indistinct).
Right, lads?
- Right.
- Maya.
- Don't drink too much.
- Not even married yet and
she's cracked down the whip.
- Oh, as long as it's a
pussy hoop she's cracking.
I don't mind.
Anyway, Beneden.
What a fucking
holiday that was, hey.
Talk about lock up Senoritas.
- Steady on, Jack. We've
got Rachel over there.
- Pack it in, Craig guitar.
She ain't gonna hear
from over there, is she?
Anyway, it's not you
who should be worried.
It's my wedding.
Last thing I need is Maya
hearing about Beneden.
What happens to Beneden
stays in Beneden.
- Exactly. It's not like
you've got much anyway.
(indistinct)
And I'm sure we were coming
home a few times, didn't we?
(friends laugh)
- [Friend] I know,
right? So ridiculous.
Like what the hell?
Honestly, it's
just so ridiculous.
I'm just like, honestly.
- What are you
girls talking about?
- Nothing. Just chitchatting.
- Well make something
interesting up
and do it quickly.
I'm getting really fed up
of having to talk to people
that were basically
only invited,
because it would be
an offense not to.
- [Beth] Oh well.
- Well in that case
we were talking about
how beautiful this place is.
- Mm. Beautiful.
If I was ever to get
married, which I won't.
Then this would be the kind
of place I would wanna get
married at.
- No, but in all seriousness, M.
This place is bloody gorgeous.
I don't even wanna ask how much
you and Jack paid for this.
Bt it's definitely
worth every penny.
- Becky. Becky. Is
everything okay?
- Yeah. All good. Just
gonna go to the loo.
- What is going on with her?
- I don't know.
She's been like this all day.
She barely said a word the
entire car ride down here.
- Couldn't get away
quick enough. Could she?
Probably going to clog
the fucking toilet now.
(friends chuckle)
- You know, I knew
you'd bring the elegance
that this place is
obviously so lacking.
- I bring the standing of
any place. You know that.
In all seriousness though,
it really is beautiful.
No wonder the waiting
list was so long.
- Yeah, babes, you're lucky
you got a cancellation.
Your wedding photos
are gonna look gorgeous
outside of this mansion.
- Oh, thanks girls.
But you know it's the Christmas
aspect that excites me.
All the trees out.
(eerie music)
Yeah, it's fine. It's nothing.
- It doesn't look like nothing.
Fuck! What did you do?
- It's fine.
I burnt it yesterday
when I was cooking.
- I don't remember
seeing it there earlier.
- Do you go around
examining people's fingers?
- Oh, sorry.
It just looks really
bad, that's all.
I was getting worried about you.
- I'm sorry.
It's just the wedding's
got me feeling really
overwhelmed and stressed.
It's fine. But thank you
for your concerned, doctor.
- All part of the service.
- Ladies and gentlemen.
Would you like to come this way?
- Well come on everyone.
We paid enough money
for this place.
Might as well make
the most out of it.
- We better get going.
(somber music)
- Another wedding
going on next door.
- [Devon] Aw.
- Blows my mind.
Don't these idiots do
any research first?
I mean, why in the hell would
you wanna get married here?
Madness.
- Why? You are actually
taking it all in. Right?
Everything out there.
You are actually seeing
things when you sit
and look out that window.
They get married here, Victor.
Because it's
beautiful out there.
- Beautiful.
And that's good enough reason
to put your life at risk?
Is it, Devon?
- Vic, No one's life is at risk.
You need to calm down.
And may I add something?
If they are idiots for
getting married here.
They are putting their lives
at risk by spending one day
or two in the beautiful
English countryside.
What about us? We
fucking live here?
If they are idiots,
what does that make us?
- Whistleblowers.
- Whistleblowers?
And what exactly are we
blowing the whistle on?
- You know exactly what
we're blowing the whistle
on.
We're the UK's Bob Lazar.
- Oh, Bob.
- Lazar.
Bob Lazar, area 51 went on
record and then the government
tried to make it look
like he was some lunatic.
Bob Lazar. Come on.
Well, I just hope the wedding
makes it through unscathed.
- Oh well.
Unlike the other 200 weddings
where fuck all have happened.
- [Maya] They're like kids.
- [Beth] The whole
male species is.
- You know, the annoying thing
is they're only like this
when they're all together.
- Exactly. Thank you.
- You know how they say
when women spend a lot
of time together,
their cycles sink up.
I reckon when men spend
so much time together,
their dicks line up.
Right?
- What's so funny.
- Oh, nothing. We're
just talking about
how men are idiots.
Really.
(phone rings)
(dramatic music)
- Hello?
Well that's good for you, mate.
I'm glad you've finished work.
But tell me one thing.
Who the fuck are you and
why you're ringing me?
Brendan, my wronging
for this weekend.
His name is Brendan.
No, of course honey.
It was you, sexy.
I was just teasing you.
So what time will you be here?
- I tell you, he does
look like his dad, though.
- He does.
- Hmm. Okay, well try
not to be too late.
All right, I'll see you soon.
- So not only do you
not remember his name.
You didn't even save his number?
- Didn't see the point.
Probably won't be around
after this weekend.
- What? Are you burying
him in the woods?
- That'll be one way
of getting rid of him.
But no, you know me.
Just get one use out of
them and then drop them.
- I can't believe he
didn't remember his name.
- I remember his car.
But that's 'cause
that's where we-
- We don't need to
hear all the details
of your sex-ploits again.
- Well, he's just finished work.
He'll be packing up some
bits and he'll be here soon.
- Mm. Good. Then you
won't have to go trawling
through my wedding guest to
find a sex doll for the night.
- It was a real possibility.
- I'll tell you. He does
look like his dad, though.
- He does.
- He's back.
(friends laugh)
- Thanks babe.
- Look at him go.
- If you'd like to
go to your rooms.
On the sideboard
there's a list of names
with your room numbers on it.
Ms. Jones and Mr. Forecome
have the honeymoon suite.
- Yeah, we do. Boom.
- Your luggage has been
placed in your rooms.
Have a pleasant stay.
And rest assured everything
is in order for tomorrow
evening's service.
- Right then.
Cheer youth. Good man.
- You're welcome, sir.
Just as funny, the second time.
(funky music)
(spaceship buzzing)
(eerie music)
- I am shattered.
I could be dead to the world
before I can count to 10.
I don't even wanna take
off my makeup tonight.
- Not too tired I hope.
I've still got lots
of energy left.
- We can save that for
tomorrow. Our wedding night.
- You do realize we
have had sex before?
This whole wait
until you marry thing
was long out the window.
- I know, but it just
feels right to, you know.
Wait.
- Does it?
- One night won't kill you.
- Yeah. It hasn't been one
night. It's been about four.
- Oh, you keeping count?
- Of course not.
I'm just teasing.
- You know.
Maybe from tomorrow I
could come off the pill.
- Let's keep it a while.
Discuss it a bit more.
It's a big decision.
- A decision we've had
countless conversations about.
- Yeah, but they're
all hypothetical.
Weren't they?
- Hypothetical.
They've always been serious
conversations to me.
- Okay, well.
How about after the
ceremony tomorrow,
we can go off on our honeymoon.
We can have a real
serious conversation.
- I just told you, Jack. It's
always been serious to me.
- I know. Me too.
- Clearly.
- Okay, baby. You
know I want kids.
And you know I
want kids with you.
But can we just get rid
of one big milestone
before we start
discussing another one?
Look, I'm not writing it off.
I'm just saying
it's our wedding.
It's a big deal.
Let's just savor it.
- I'm sorry. You're right.
It just excites me. You know?
The idea of us starting
our own little family.
- And it excites me
too. It really does.
Now you get your beauty
sleep, not that you need it.
- Ah, that's a cheesy line.
- I'm as smooth as
they come, you know?
- Come on, show me.
You don't look
that smooth to me.
- I'm gonna call my mom. Okay?
- This late?
- Yeah.
I just need to talk to her.
- Are you excited for tomorrow?
- I'm marrying the
love of my life.
Of course. I'm excited.
- I miss you.
(somber music)
(eerie music)
(shoes thudding)
(eerie music)
(shoes thudding)
(eerie music)
(stairs crackling)
(eerie music)
(stairs crackling)
(eerie music)
(stairs crackling)
(eerie music)
- Hello?
(eerie music)
(eerie music)
(eerie music)
(eerie music)
(shoes thudding)
(door creaks)
- I didn't think you'd come.
- I wasn't going to.
- But then again, I never did
have an issue making you come.
- What was that?
- It's nothing.
Nothing, come here.
I love you.
- Becky.
Becky, just wait a minute.
- Don't get married.
Please.
- Becky, come on.
You know this.
- You don't love her.
- I do love her.
If you did, you wouldn't
have been fucking me
for three months.
- You knew it was a
bit of fun. That's it.
You knew full well as
soon as I got married,
this would have to stop.
- You're not married now.
God, there's still time.
We can go right now.
- Are you insane? I'm
not running off with you.
I love Maya.
I'm getting married
tomorrow because I want to,
not because I have to.
- Look, I get that you're
worried to call it off so close.
But Jack, we deserve
to be happy too.
- Are you high? I am happy.
I want to get married.
Becky.
We spoke about this.
We both knew it was
nothing but sex.
- What if I want more?
- You can't fucking
have anymore.
You can't just wake up one
day and decide shit like that.
We had an
understanding. Remember?
- Things change. I love you.
- You need to calm
yourself down.
Don't turn into a
fucking bunny boiler.
- What if I tell her then?
Could I tell her everything?
You won't be getting
married then.
- Well, that'd be a very stupid
fucking idea. Wouldn't it?
- Would it? The wedding
would be called off.
And you wouldn't have to
worry about upsetting anyone.
- I might as well be
talking to this fucking tree
at this point.
I'm not worried about
upsetting anyone, least
of all you.
Now listen carefully.
I want to get married.
- But if I told her
you wouldn't have
to marry someone you don't love.
We could finally be-
- I don't want to be with you.
Can't you fucking understand
that? I love Maya.
You? You're just a bit of fun.
Nothing more.
If you wanna tell
her, fucking tell her.
She'll forgive me eventually.
But the rest of her friends,
they'll ever forgive you.
You'll be alone, all by herself.
- Fuck you.
Fuck you, Jack.
You prick.
- [Jack] Whatever.
Why don't you fuck off home
and say you're
sick or something?
Do us all a favor, no
one wants you here.
- Yeah. Well you've
got a little dick.
(somber music)
(Becky sniffs)
Hello?
(eerie music)
(eerie music)
(water splashing)
(foot thudding)
(eerie music)
Jack.
(eerie music)
- Well, I think
Jack's a scumbag.
I'm sorry, but he is.
- Beth, come on.
- No, I've tried telling Maya,
but she won't listen.
- Because she loves him?
- It's gonna end badly for her.
- Beth, honestly
he's a good lad.
He loves her to bits.
- Oh, is that right?
I wonder why Becky
isn't down here.
Must still be
sulking in her room.
Now, what possibly could
have happened this weekend
to make her so upset?
Oh, maybe because the guy
that she's been fucking
is marrying one of her friends.
It would sure put
me on a downer.
- You know?
- Doesn't take a genius, babe.
- Who, Maya?
- I think she knows.
She must do. She's just
choosing to ignore it.
I feel like going upstairs
and just having it out
with her, before it's too late.
She deserves better than
that turd with legs.
- No doubt, like Jack.
He loves Maya. He really does.
- He made a mistake.
We know that.
Shit. Even he knows that.
A big, big mistake.
Granted, but he ended it.
He loves Maya.
Deep down he is a lovely guy.
Trust us. He would never, ever.
- It's not just
about Jack, is it?
I mean, Becky.
She's an adult too, and she
chose to sleep with Jack.
And she knew that
he was engaged.
I mean, come on.
Maya. It's her best friend.
- Exactly.
You can't put all
the blame on Jack.
- Can we help you, mate?
- I couldn't help but overhear.
But you are here for the
weekend. For the wedding, right?
- Yeah, that's right.
- This is gonna
sound a bit weird.
But you would need to leave.
- We need to what?
- Leave.
I know, I know.
I'm just a (indistinct)
guy telling you to leave.
Trust me. I'm
trying to help you.
You all need to leave, now.
There's weird stuff
going on here.
- What weirder than you.
This place.
It's a beacon of sorts.
It draws them in.
There's been so many sightings.
I have seen a few myself.
A decade ago, but
that one wasn't me.
I only moved here recently.
A decade ago, a body was
found out in the woodlands.
Obliterated.
- Okay, mate.
I think you need to
lay off the source.
Looks like you've had one
too many drinks to go.
- Sightings have been
going through the roof.
Message boards are going mad.
Something extraterrestrial
is definitely going down,
and it's going down soon.
You made a mistake coming here.
- Aliens, huh? Grace.
- Yes, exactly.
There's this friend of mine,
but I say friend, we
haven't actually met.
Well, we talk all
the time online.
This guy, he's the chairman
of the UK U-F-O-S-S.
- UK U-F-O-S-S.
- Yes. The UK U-F-O-S-S.
United Kingdom Unidentified
Flying Object Support System.
Which means he's
obviously legit?
- Obviously.
- Yes. This guy was driving
round this area not too
long ago and he swears he saw
a bright light directly above.
- How'd you know
it wasn't Bigfoot?
- Sorry?
- The body.
The eviscerated one.
How'd you know it
wasn't Bigfoot?
- Impossible?
- Well.
The word impossible
literally means I'm possible.
- Bigfoot couldn't
have been seen here.
The woodlands are nowhere
near dense enough.
And besides Bigfoot is
from the northern US part-
- Mothman?
- No.
Mothman is found in Point
Peninsula in West Virginia.
And there's no evidence
of Mothman ever
eviscerating a single victim.
No. We are dealing
with something
of alien origin.
- For God sake, Victor.
I go to the toilet for
two minutes and you're
harassing people.
- Helping.
- I'm sure they don't
say it that way.
I apologize. He's a
little bit highly strong.
- See you later, Scully.
- [Victor] Mulder.
Scully was the skeptic.
Mulder was the believer.
(keys jingling)
(door bangs)
- Wow.
Hello?
(eerie music)
Hello.
Beth?
Why don't you come out
and gimme a proper hello?
And the car the other
day (indistinct).
Is it?
(eerie music)
(spaceship roaring)
(eerie music)
(spaceship roaring)
(eerie music)
(eerie music)
(feet thudding)
(eerie music)
(eerie music)
(Maya gasping)
(Maya gasping)
(eerie music)
(object thuds)
(eerie music)
- Fucking hell, Jack? What
the hell is wrong with you?
Don't sneak up on people
like that in the dark.
- I wasn't sneaking up
on anyone. I just went-
- Have a tune or stamp
your feet or something.
You're like a creepy
fucking Jesus out there.
- Right, right, right.
Calm down. Who do you
think I was anyway?
I'm the only other
person in the room.
- I don't know, a crazy axe
murderer could have broken in?
- Right?
Out in the peaceful
English countryside,
crazy axe murderers
are everywhere.
- Aw, you're the
prime example of God
not giving with both hands.
Pretty, but pretty dumb.
Quiet countryside,
old manor house next
to the dense woodland. Prime
location for a nutcase.
- And (indistinct) downstairs.
He's a serial killer as well.
Is he?
- Mm. Could be.
Haven't you heard
Winnie-the-Poo kills people now?
- (chuckles) What's
next? Humpty Dumpty.
Go on. Go to bed.
I'll just be to
be a minute. Okay.
- I didn't hear you
come back in last night.
- I was only five minutes,
but you were asleep by
the time I got back.
I just didn't wanna wake you.
Go on.
I'll just be a minute. Okay?
Should we head downstairs, Maya?
Should we go downstairs
to find the others?
Maya?
Hello, earth to Maya.
- What?
- I thought we would
actually be married first
before you started ignoring me.
- I'm sorry.
I didn't hear you. My
mind was elsewhere.
- Your mom and dad?
We spoke about this.
If we invite your mom and dad,
then we'd have to
invite mine too.
God forbid.
Next thing you know, it's
uncles, aunties, cousins.
And then my dad's gonna wanna
bring his friends from work.
And then there's the vet
and then the vet's friend.
And then-
- I know, I know.
Small and intimate, we
made the right choice.
And my mom would've only
complained the entire time.
Just feels, you know, weird.
- I get it. For me too.
But it's like you said, the
cost would've got out of hand
and too many chefs
in one kitchen.
But this semi-eloping thing
has been by far the best idea
we've had.
Few mates. No one
sticking their oars in.
- Ugh. I imagine trying to
tell my mom we were having a
nighttime wedding.
She would've had a fit.
- Exactly.
Not worth the hassle.
But when we get back,
we'll just hire a room
at the social club.
It'd be a nice surprise.
Plus everyone's gonna be
way too drunk to remember
that they weren't invited.
- Hmm.
And Beth likes it this way.
It makes her feel special to be
one of the selected few invited.
- [Jack] Hmm. Wow.
If Beth's happy.
- Speaking of Beth
and the others,
we should probably head
down for breakfast.
- And you wanted
to see his face.
(friends chuckle)
Morning.
- Morning.
- Morning.
Oh, I didn't know
you drank last night.
- I didn't.
- Those look like
hangover sunglasses.
- Curious sunglasses mixed
with a slept like shit
glasses and feeling a bit pukey.
Nerves. Right?
What about you, Beth? Hangover.
- Ignore her. She's sulking.
- I'm not sulking. I'm angry.
There's a big difference.
- Her gentleman friend
stood her up last night.
- Stood me up. Me?
I've never been
stood up in my life.
I do the standing up.
I'm never the stood.
Stand me up, Elizabeth Rowin.
Fucking nerve of it.
- I'm sure he had a good excuse.
- Excuse? There wasn't one.
Called me to tell me he
was leaving to come here.
Called me again to say
he was 20 minutes out.
And then.
Oh, so I started getting ready.
Sexy thong, bit of
makeup and all that.
Then fuck all.
- Nothing.
- Zip, zilch. Zero.
- I'm sure he'll explain
it next time you go out.
- Yeah. Maybe he got lost.
- Well, he can get lost.
Next time? There
won't be a next time.
He can fuck his great Aunt
Ethel if he thinks he's getting
another chance with me.
Now his loss is
someone else's gain.
What's your buddy, Mike like?
- Mike?
You've met Mike loads of
times. You know what he's like.
- No. I mean, what's
he like in bed?
- How the fuck are we
supposed to know that?
- What, don't you guys talk?
- Beth. You could have a two
inch cock and not stay seconds
in bed. He'll still tell
us he's an absolute machine
and he can give women
multiple orgasms a night.
- It's all right. I can
steer him around the curves.
- Beth. You're like
a predator on a hunt.
A lioness from a
wildlife documentary.
- Well, tomorrow morning
you find an extremely happy,
if not worn out carcass.
(friends laugh)
- Where's Becky?
- Oh yeah.
So I was gonna say, I
haven't seen her around.
She went to bed last
night. Never came back.
Tried knocking on
the door. Nothing.
- She seemed pretty pissed
off about something.
That's for sure.
- Maybe her mystery
man let her down again.
- Mystery man?
- Yeah.
She was seeing some guy that
none of us had ever met.
She was always getting
annoyed with him,
but she'd never
tell us who he was.
Not even his name.
- Maybe he was married.
- Maybe.
Let's just give her some time.
Check on her later.
- I hope she's okay.
- I'm sure she's fine. Honestly.
You've got enough in
your mind to be worrying
about that today.
- Babe.
She's one of my best
friends and a bridesmaid.
- You okay?
- Yeah.
I'm just feeling really
sick this morning.
But could be nerves, right?
- Oh, sick in the morning.
Also known as morning sickness.
- Breakfast, maybe?
- Oh God. No.
The thought of that makes
me want to throw up.
- Oh, it's just
wedding jitters, babe.
Completely natural.
- Where are you going?
- Nowhere.
I need to just walk, I think.
- Do you wanna go check on Beck?
- [Maya] Yeah.
Sounds like a good-
- No, no, no, no, no.
Nothing you need to be doing.
You just need some
fresh air. Okay.
So we'll go for a walk.
- Me and you?
- Yes, me and you.
Explore the grounds further.
- See you later.
(rocks creaking)
(somber music)
- Feeling any better?
- Not really. Just
anticipation, I suppose.
But I should be feeling
better by tonight. You know?
When we're all dressed
and the ceremony starts.
- Well, as long as
you're feeling better
after the reception. Our
actual wedding night.
- You know, back
there when Beth joked
about me being pregnant.
You didn't seem overly happy.
- Do we have to
have this chat now?
- Why not? We both
want kids, right?
- Yeah, of course.
- Why do you get upset
whenever the
subject's brought up?
I don't, it's just all
you talk about, really.
- You know, I've always wanted
kids as soon as possible.
- Yeah, but you're talking
about coming off the pill
tomorrow.
I mean, can we not enjoy being
married for a while first?
- You can't enjoy being
married if you have a baby?
- I'm not saying that.
- Then what are you saying?
- I'm saying I love you.
I can't wait to have
a baby with you.
Can we just get married,
enjoy our honeymoon,
and then talk about this?
- I understand.
(Maya screams)
- Whoa, whoa.
Maya. What's going on?
- Go away. Get the fuck away.
- Maya, calm the
fuck down. Will you?
What's happening?
- Jack.
- Maya. What's happening?
Talk.
- I'm gonna be sick.
(eerie music)
(door creaks)
- She's asleep.
- What do they say?
- Well, there's
nothing wrong with her.
Nothing serious. At least.
They reckon she's just stressed.
- Are you going to have
to cancel the wedding?
- I dunno.
I think we should reschedule it,
but I know she won't hear it.
- I mean, there's still.
I mean, there's
still a bit of time
before she needs to
start getting ready.
Suppose all we can do is just
see how she is when she wakes.
- I just dunno what to do.
- Just let Maya decide.
That's the best
thing you can do.
- Yeah. Yeah.
I'll let her rest for a bit
and then when she's awake.
I'll ask her what she wants.
She was just...
I dunno. It was weird.
- Weddings can be
stressful, mate.
All right?
You can take the time.
- Dude, she'll be
fine by tomorrow.
Just let her sleep it off.
- I fucking hope so.
Anyway. I best
get back in there.
I'll keep you guys
updated anyway.
What are you gonna
do in the meantime?
- I mean, we should check
on Becky again, really.
- Still nothing?
- I've WhatsApped her twice.
She hasn't read them.
- Do you need me to
come with you and Craig,
or are you gonna be
good on your own?
- I mean. Oh, right.
No, we're good.
We don't need an army.
Why don't you and Mike get
to know each other
a little better?
And we'll see you later.
- Mike?
- Hell yeah.
(somber music)
(eerie music)
- Maya.
Maya.
Maya.
Maya.
Maya.
Maya. Can you hear me?
Maya? Talk to me, okay.
Something is
seriously wrong here.
I need you to talk to me.
Just snap out of it, Maya.
Is it this?
What's this?
Does this make you sick?
Maya, I need you to
say something. Okay.
Just talk to me.
Say something, anything.
Let me help. Okay.
Just talk to me and let me help.
Let me help you, Maya. Okay.
We're gonna have to
postpone the wedding.
I know you don't
want to hear it.
- No.
- No?
- No. We have to
get married tonight.
(door knock)
- Becky, it's Rachel.
(door knock)
Becks. Open up.
We just wanna make
sure you're okay.
All right.
Last chance and I'm
opening the door.
All right, too late.
- Beck.
(somber music)
Well, where is she then?
I mean, clearly
she's still here.
All the stuff's still about.
- I mean, maybe she
went for a walk.
- She didn't answer the phone.
- Look, I don't know.
But I know we need
to go look for her
and make sure she's okay.
- I dunno if we've
got time for that.
I mean, the wedding,
it starts shortly.
- Okay. We'll just go outside.
Have a look around to see if
she maybe went for a walk.
Okay. 30 minutes tops.
- I'm gonna get the light, babe.
- No, please.
No, no. Please don't.
- Babe. I'm scared.
- Me too.
- Okay, well.
Let me help you.
Just talk to me, please.
- Something is happening to me.
- What's happening to you?
- I don't know.
(eerie music)
I feel different.
- We are gonna have to
postpone the wedding.
I know you don't
want to hear it, but-
- No Jack, please.
We have to get married tonight.
- I really don't think-
- Postponing the wedding
isn't gonna change anything.
I wanna be your wife, Jack.
- You're sure?
- Yeah.
- We can deal with
whatever's happening to me
after the wedding.
Please don't (indistinct).
- If you're sure,
if you're sure.
(somber music)
- Babe, come on.
Let's go back and get ready.
- I'm getting
really worried now.
What's that?
It's Becky's?
- Well, that was nice.
I mean, I know we've been
together before in the group,
but just to get to
know you, you know.
It was nice.
- You too.
You can thank Brendan for that.
- Brendan?
- Yeah.
He was supposed to be
my date for the wedding.
Stood me up.
Anyway. His loss, your gain.
- Yeah.
You okay?
- That car.
How long's it been there?
- I have no idea.
Haven't been this far
on from yours. Why?
- That's his car.
Flaky fucking Brendan.
Oh, this fucking guy.
Oh, I've not heard
from him all day.
Not seen hair nor
tail from Becks.
If they're hooked up.
I was gonna fuck you anyway,
but now you're gonna
get all my best moves.
- Oh yeah. So what
you think then?
Like Brendan and Beck's
hooked up here. Why can't we?
- Well, it wouldn't
make sense, right?
They've both been MIA.
I mean, if that's
what's happened.
I wouldn't shake Becky's
hand any more than I would.
But Brendan could
go fuck himself.
(phone rings)
(eerie music)
That's his phone.
It's Brendan's phone.
- Is that Becky's?
- It's Becky's.
Is this is her blood.
- Look, it might
not be her blood,
but this could be
getting serious now.
Let's go back and tell
people we found this stuff.
Rachel. We've gotta go.
- The wedding can wait.
- No, it's not about the
wedding. This is about Becky.
No one's seen her for 24 hours.
Let's go back and tell
people we found this stuff.
Yeah.
- Okay. Okay. Okay.
Becky.
Becks.
(eerie music)
Becky.
(Beth chuckles)
- I take it the wedding's
still going ahead then.
How is she?
- I dunno. She's not good.
- Well, should I go?
- No, no.
It's all right.
She's adamant that the
ceremony goes ahead.
- I'm not surprised.
All the planning,
the money she spent.
I'm sure it's just
stress-related.
After tonight, she'll be
back to her old self again.
- I hope so.
- Anyway.
Brendan's. My Brendan.
His car's here, and
we found his phone.
I reckon he's hooked
up with Becky.
We haven't seen either
of them all day.
- Good. I hope they
have, all right.
I don't have the time or energy
to be worrying about
either of them.
Just get yourself ready and
meet me downstairs. Okay.
- Becky.
(eerie music)
Becks.
(gasps)
What the fuck?
Oh my God.
- Oh.
(heels clicking)
Oh fuck.
(heels clicking)
Oh shit.
(gasping)
(gasping)
(eerie music)
(door creaks)
(eerie music)
(Rachel screams)
- Dude, calm down.
- Where the fuck is Craig?
And Rachel for that matter. Huh?
- Man, where the fuck is Becky?
- Well, they best
hurry the fuck up.
It's been an intimate wedding,
but its taking a piss.
- Mate, mate. Just calm down.
Keep calm.
- I mean, should
we wait or what?
I've already knocked on
Rachel's door and got fuck all.
I expect this from
Becky, but not Rachel.
I reckon we give
it another minute.
I guess we're not waiting then.
(calm music)
(calm music continues)
- Maya.
- They're coming.
(eerie music)
(spaceship roaring)
(friends gasping)
(friends gasping)
(guest screams)
- Come on.
(eerie music)
(guest screaming)
(friends screaming)
(door knock)
- What's going on?
- I told you, but
no one listened.
Crazy, old Victor.
But here we are. Aliens
massacring people.
- Yes fine.
You're a fucking genius.
If we still alive, after
you can gloat then.
How about we try to find
a way to get out of here
before we join the massacre?
(Beth gasping)
- This can't be happening.
My friends, they-
- Their gone.
They've been taken.
- This can't be happening.
This can't be real.
- I can assure you it is real.
And it's most
definitely happening.
They've been planning
this for decades.
The abductions, the sightings.
This is all part of their plan.
You definitely locked
the back door, right?
I thought you did.
- I specifically told you
to lock the fucking door.
(eerie music)
(friend screaming)
(friend screaming)
- Maya.
(both screaming)
- They're coming.
- How do you know?
- I can hear them.
I can understand them.
- What are they saying?
What do they want?
Tell me.
What do they want?
Maya, if whatever's out there.
If it gets us, I want you
to know that I love you.
I always have.
I'm sorry for
everything I've done.
I'm sorry for not being
able to protect you now.
I'm sorry for anything that
I've done that's upset you.
Maya I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
- Are you sorry for Becky?
- You knew?
- More of a thought.
Run!
(eerie music)
(spaceship roars)
(door creaks)
(Beth gasping)
- Maya.
Jack.
(Beth gasping)
(eerie music)
(Beth screams)
(eerie music)
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
We should have never
have come here,
or we should have gone
home a lot sooner.
Although I'm not sure what
difference it would make now.
(eerie music)
Jack.
Jack.
No, please no.
No, no, no.
Please let me go.
Please let me go.
Please. What the
fuck are you doing?
No, no, no, no.
Please, please.
Please lemme go.
Please lemme go.
Please. What the
fuck are you doing?
No, no, no.
Please, please, please.
No, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, no.
Please stop.
No, no, no, no.
Please stop.
No, no, no, no, no.
Please stop. Please.
(Maya screams)
(Maya gasps)
Jack.
(eerie music)
(eerie music)
(Maya screams)
(Maya sobs)
(eerie music)
(Maya screams)
(Maya screams)
(Maya gasps)
Do whatever you're
gonna fucking do.
I have nothing left anyway.
(eerie music)
(eerie music)
(alien roaring)
(eerie music)