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01 The Fog Remastered - Horror 1980 English

[SLOW MUSIC PLAYING]

[CLOCK TICKING]

- [LEAVES RUSTLING]
- [TICKING GROWS LOUDER]

11:55... almost midnight.

Enough time for one more story,

one more story before twelve.

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

Just to keep us warm.

In five minutes,
it will be the 21st of April.

One hundred years ago,
on the 21st of April,

out on the waters around Spivey Point,

a small clipper ship Drew toward land.

Suddenly, out of the night,
the fog rolled in.

For a moment, they could see nothing,

not a foot ahead of them.

And then they saw a light.

By God, it was a fire
burning on the shore,

strong enough to penetrate
the swirling mist.

They steered a course
toward the light,

but it was a campfire like this one.

The ship crashed against the rocks.

The hull sheared in two.

The mast snapped like a twig,

and the wreckage sank
with all the men aboard.

At the bottom of the sea

lay the Elizabeth Dane with her crew,

their lungs filled with salt water,

their eyes open and staring
into the darkness.

And above, as suddenly as it had come,

the fog lifted, receded back
across the ocean,

[ALMOST WHISPERING] and never came again.

But it is told by the fishermen

and their fathers and grandfathers

that when the fog returns to Antonio Bay,

the men at the bottom of the sea,

out in the water by Spivey Point,

will rise up and search for the campfire

that led them
to their dark and icy death.

[BELL TOLLING]

12:00,

the 21st of April.

[OMINOUS PIANO MUSIC PLAYING]

- [BELL TOLLING]
- [WIND WHISTLING LOUDLY]

[CRICKETS CHIRPING]

[BELL TOLLING]

[STEVIE WAYNE OVER RADIO]
It's twelve midnight,

and we just started
the little witching hour.

This is Stevie Wayne,
on top of the world tonight.

And I'll be here right up
until about 1:00.

[JAZZ PLAYING]

[TURNS RADIO OFF]

[WHISTLING]

[DOORS CREAKING]

[BENNETT] I'm all through, Father.

Oh, thank you, Bennett.

Uh... I won't need you until
4:00 tomorrow, Bennett.

Yes, Sir.

Would you like something
to keep you warm on the way home?

No, thank you. Father, can I get paid?

Why don't you come in at, uh, 6:00

instead of 4:00 tomorrow?

[CRICKETS CHIRPING]

Yes, Sir.

[SIGHS]

Uh, Bennett? Eh, Bennett?

- [RUSTLING SOUND]
- Bennett?

Hello?

[JAZZ PLAYING ON THE RADIO]

Uh...

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING TOGETHER WITH JAZZ]

[JAZZ CONTINUES OVER RADIO]

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING TOGETHER WITH JAZZ]

[STEVIE ON THE RADIO]
It's 59 degrees outside.

And let me be the first to wish
Antonio Bay a Happy Birthday.

We're one hundred years old today.

The weatherman's been
trying to spoil it for us.

He says we may be in
for some rain tonight.

But from where I'm sitting,
it looks like clear skies.

I think the weatherman's
been working too hard.

- Well, I'll stay here for another hour...
- [CATS MEOW]

just to see if he's right.

And I'm inviting you
to stay here with me.

[RADIO STATIC]

[POLICE RADIO] Uh, there's a cutter run
aground over here on the east bay, over.

- [STATIC]
- Global 1X5.

It's the Lady Belle Pacific,

serial number 024KL596. Over.

Global 1X5, the Lady Belle Pacific
is sea worthy,

no major damage.

Why don't you send a tow on over here,

about a quarter mile
above the boatel. Over.

[TELEPHONES RINGING]

[RINGING CONTINUES]

[COINS CLINKING INTO CHANGE HOLDERS]

[RINGING CONTINUES IN DISTANCE]

[TELEPHONE RING WINDS DOWN]

[SQUEAKING]

[SWEEPING SOUNDS]

[GLASS SHATTERS]

[SOMETHING CRASHES IN DISTANCE]

[SIGN SQUEAKING]

[BUZZING LIGHTLY]

[CRICKETS CHIRPING]

[LIGHTS BUZZING]

[BEEPING RHYTHMICALLY]

[BEEPING CONTINUES]

[BELL TOLLING LOUDLY]

[CRICKETS CHIRPING]

[HORNS BLOWING]

[CAR ALARM BEEPING]

- [NOISE DIES DOWN]
- [DOG BARKING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

- [TICKING]
- [RADIO PLAYING]

[STEVIE] This is KAB,
Antonio Bay, California.

Six minutes after midnight.

Haven't heard from the weatherman yet,

so I can't say for sure about that rain,

but there's a full moon
and no clouds in the sky.

[SOFT JAZZ PLAYING]

I'm Stevie Wayne.

And if you don't have
anything to do right now,

I'll be here playing music
all through the witching hour.

Even if you do have something to do,

keep me turned on for a while,

and I'll try my best
to do the same for you.

OK!

- [OUT OF BREATH] Hi.
- Hi.

- How far you going?
- Other side of town.

That's close enough.

- Make it?
- Yeah. Thank you.

- Sip?
- Thanks.

Listen, I never hitchhiked before.

I just really want to be careful.

Can I ask you something?

- Sure.
- Are you weird?

Yes, I am.

Yes, I am weird.

- You are weird. You're weird.
- Yes.

Thank God you're weird.

The last one I had was so normal,
it was disgusting.

He picked me up in Santa Barbara.

By the time we got to Carmel
he wanted to marry me.

Oh, yeah. I thought you
never hitchhiked before.

Not before last week.

You're my

thirteenth ride.

Oh, great. Weird and unlucky.

We'll see.

Look out! Oh!

[TIRES SCREECH]

- Are you all right?
- I'm fine.

- You're sure?
- I'm fine. I think so.

What the hell was...

[MUSIC PLAYING ON THE RADIO]

[STEVIE] It's exactly twelve minutes
after midnight,

and this is Stevie Wayne,

- your night light,
- Let's get out of here.

Around, until about... 1:00.

I'm high tonight in the KAB lighthouse
on Spivey Point.

And in case you've forgotten,
it's April 21st.

And a Happy Birthday for Antonio Bay.

Now, there's a celebration
planned for tonight.

So if you're so excited
about it you can't sleep,

well, stay up with me,

and I'll figure out
some way to keep you occupied.

Or not.

[MUSIC PLAYING ON THE RADIO]

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

KAB.

Hi, sweetheart.

Hi, Dan.
What have you got?

Well, I'm just calling
to see if you're lonely,

if there's anything I can do about it.

Never lonely, Dan.

I thought you were off work at 8:00.

I changed shifts so I can make it
to the big party tonight.

Will you be there?

Well... until I can talk someone else

into giving up city life
for Antonio Bay, I'm it.

And it means day and night.

Too much work.

Well, that's what I get
for owning a station.

And if you don't tell me why you called
in about 15 seconds,

I'm gonna have to hang up on you.

You want something to talk about?

Anything.

I've got a position on a trawler about,

15 Miles out, called The Sea Grass.

And I've got something on my scope,

appears to be a fog bank.

Oh, it's about 25 miles out,

moving in their direction.

Thanks, Dan.

That's worth about 10 seconds.

I'm on the air. Bye.

[LINE BREAKS]

[INTRO MUSIC]

Ahoy, mateys.
This is KAB, Antonio Bay.

Stevie Wayne here beaming
a signal across the sea.

To the men on The Sea Grass,

15 miles out tonight, a warm hello,

and keep a watch out
for that fog bank

heading in from the east.

In the meantime, relax with me
while I play this song

from the Coupe de Villes...
dedicated just to you.

Boy, would I like to meet her.

I saw her at a grocery store one day.

- And?
- You would like to meet her.

She's crazy.
There's no fog bank out there.

What do you know about her?

- She owns that lighthouse.
- I know that.

Her son plays little league
with my kid brother.

She's a mother?

[LAUGHS] I thought you
were happily married.

- [SCOFFS] Not that happy.
- There's no fog bank out there.

Hey. There's a fog bank out there.

All right. I'm drunk enough.

Let's go back.

All right, all right.

Al, come here.

- Just give him a hand.
- Come here.

[OMINOUS MUSIC MIXED WITH THE RADIO]

What was that?

[COUGHS]

[BEEPING]

[ENGINE STARTS]

[BUOY BELL RINGS]

Come here.

What was that?

- [ENGINE SHUTS DOWN]
- It's the generator.

Wha... what?

Al.

[WOOD CREAKING]

[ANCHOR CHAIN RATTLES AND SPLASHES]

It's gone.

Hey, there was just a ship out there.

Al, listen.

Nothing.

- [WHISPERS] Listen.
- [LOUDLY] Who's there?

[WHISPERS] Who is that?

[WIND BLOWING SILENTLY]

Aah!

Al! [GROANS]

[SCREAMS]

[GASPS]

[MONITOR BEEPING]

Al, it's right beside us.

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING SILENTLY]

It's big, Al. It's a ship.

It's a big ship!

- [MUSIC GROWS LOUDER]
- [MONITOR BEEPING CONTINUES]

What happened? Did you get wet?

[CHOKING SOUNDS]

[FOG HORN]

It's 12:43,

and I've got four in a row
for you right here on KAB.

- [CLICK]
- [SLOW MUSIC STARTS PLAYING]

Nothing but water, Stevie.

But it sure beats Chicago.

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

KAB.

I like what you said

but for your information, you lied.

The fog bank has moved due west

and probably missed the ship entirely.

Well, my gauges must be wrong.

I've got a wind blowing due east.

Now, what kind of a fog
blows against the wind?

You got me.

I'm not so sure I want you.

You're just a voice on the phone.

And you're just a voice on the radio.
We'd make a perfect couple.

You let me take you to dinner tonight,
I'll prove it to you.

Sorry, Dan.

My idea of perfection
is a voice on the phone.

OK, mystery lady.

Good night.

- Not bad.
- [CHUCKLES]

I started a week ago in San Diego,

right up the coast, five drawings a day.

It'll probably take me
a month to get to Vancouver,

and if I can sell them for
five bucks apiece, I'll be rich.

[LAUGHS] Yeah.

Cool.

- Can I ask you something?
- Sure.

- What's your name?
- Elizabeth.

- Nick.
- Hello, Nick.

Hi.

Is that where you're from, San Diego?

Wait a minute. You said,
can I ask you something?

Well, something to me means one thing.
San Diego is two things.

OK.

Pasadena, and a lot of money.

Never a chance to do anything I wanna do.

Aww.

[MOCKINGLY] Aww.

What do you want to do?

I don't know.

That's OK. Me neither.

I think I got to have this one.
Can I buy it?

Uh-uh. The drawing's free.

[RHYTHMICAL KNOCKING ON DOOR]

[KNOCKING CONTINUES]

- [KNOCKING]
- [CLOCK TICKING]

[CLOCK CHIMES]

[OMINOUS MUSIC GROWS LOUDER]

[OMINOUS MUSIC STOPS]

[MUSIC PLAYING ON THE RADIO]

[STEVIE] It's 1:00, straight up,

the end of the witching hour

and time for me to sign off.

[DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE]

So until tomorrow night, at 6:00 p.m.

when KAB comes back on the air,

this is Stevie Wayne, your night light,

hoping you have a nice rest of the night.

[MUSIC FADES OUT]

- [SEAGULLS SCREECHING]
- [WIND BLOWING]

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

[FROGS CROAKING]

- [MUSIC FADES OUT]
- [CLOCK TOLLS]

[SHOUTS] Mom! Hey, mom!

Mom!

Mom, come on. Get up.
Look what I found.

Andy... I love you,

but sometimes you're a real pain.

Sure, mom, but look it.
First, it was a gold coin,

and then it turned
into this neat piece of wood.

- This is one of those times.
- Uh-huh, but look at it, mom.

Good morning, Andrew.
Did you have a nice time last night?

Yeah. Old Mr. Machen
told us ghost stories.

Did you thank Mrs. Kobritz
for bringing you home?

Yes, ma'am. Mom, can I have
a stomach pounder and a coke?

- After lunch.
- OK.

I'm gonna go look for another one.

Maybe this time I can get the gold coin.

[SEAGULLS SCREECHING]

Where the hell is he?

Rolled out of here at 4:15 yesterday.

- That's the last I saw of him.
- Al said 7:30, right here.

Well, you know Al.
If I were you, I'd give myself...

Did you call the coast guard, Hank?

Nick, they probably got drunk last night.

- They're still out there...
- No, he wouldn't do that.

He'd do anything.

Al and I got drunk so many times together,
I can't count them all,

but we never got so shitfaced
we couldn't make it back in.

He's too good a sailor to stay out there
all night and not let somebody know.

- You sound like his wife.
- Just his friend.

- You worry too much, Nick.
- Yeah.

- Where are we going?
- I'm going to talk Ashcroft

into taking out his boat
and looking for The Sea Grass.

- Who's Ashcroft?
- Someone who owes me a favour.

Can I come along?

I thought you had
to move on to Vancouver?

- Eventually.
- Yeah.

[FANFARE]

The sheriff will drive his own car.

The mayor and his wife

are to be picked up at 6:45
and brought to the mayor's box.

Then we'll have speeches
by the mayor, the sheriff, and me.

- Oh, do you have my notes?
- Yes, ma'am.

Then we will pass out the candles
and begin the procession.

Then I will go home and pass out.

I'm almost afraid to look.

Well...

[MAN ON P.A.] Testing, testing.

- Not bad. Not bad at all.
- A work of art.

Sandy, just be civil
to me for another five hours.

That's all I ask.

[MRS. WILLIAMS] Let's see now.
Oh, the candles.

Did you order the candles?
What a thought, a candlelight

- procession with no candles.
- [SING-SONGY] All taken care of.

And the promotional material...

- Did you get that over to Stevie?
- Signed, sealed, and delivered.

Sandy, you can be a very
annoying person at times,

- but you do keep me together.
- Thank you, Mrs. Williams.

[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING]

[CHANGING STATION]

[MAN ON THE RADIO] Spivey Point.
As of 1:57 today,

The Sea Grass had not responded
to radio communication.

The coast guard has begun a
sweep South from Watley,

around Arcom Reef, and should be
in the area of Spivey Point

in approximately one hour.

Repeating this bulletin
from the coast guard,

be on the look out
for The Sea Grass, a 30-foot trawler,

last seen approximately 15 miles
east of Spivey Point.

If you sight this vessel, please
notify the coast guard immediately.

- Nick, can I ask you a question?
- Yeah.

- Is it always like this?
- It's always different.

- You're worried, aren't you?
- Yeah.

She can get real mean.

There.

[NICK] Oh, yeah.

Oh, yeah.

[MRS. WILLIAMS] Well, if I can just get
through the speeches without yawning.

- I couldn't sleep last night.
- [SANDY] Too excited?

No. Al went out on his boat
last night and didn't come home.

- He still isn't back.
- Mrs. Williams!

I called the coast guard, and they said,

Oh, he might have had engine trouble.

They said not to worry.

He was complaining
about his boat last week.

Maybe you ought to go home.

Oh, that's the last place I want to go.

My dog started to bark at 12:00 last night

and didn't stop until 6:00 this morning.

What happened?

He was pointed toward
the ocean and growling.

What does that tell you?

My dog goes crazy
and decides to bark at the water.

I heard the church bells at midnight
as I started to drift off to sleep,

and suddenly, my car alarm
went off for absolutely no reason.

- Really?
- Uh-huh.

Woke up the whole block.
This town sits around for 100 years

and nothing happens, and then
one night, the whole place falls apart.

Al?

Take this line, too.

[SHOUTS] Al! Tommy! Dick!

Cabin and steering house are empty.

Maybe somebody picked them up.

- There's water in the generator.
- But the deck is as dry as a bone.

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

[MRS. WILLIAMS] There you have it.
My next project, restoration

of the Morgantown Road Cemetery.
It's historical.

- Our ancestors are buried here.
- It's gonna cost a lot.

Come on, Sandy. So? This town
should be proud of its past.

But trying to get anyone involved in
community affairs is like pulling teeth.

Better get the estimates ready
for the council meeting next month.

Yes, ma'am.

Sandy, you're the only person
I know who can make

yes, ma'am sound like screw you.

Yes, ma'am.

Now, if we'll just say a little prayer
asking that he not be in his cups.

[DOORS CREAKING]

Not a good sign.

[SING-SONG] Father Malone? Father Malone!

[DOORS CREAKING]

- Hello!
- Another bad sign.

You try the study, and I'll look up front.

Father Malone!

- Jesus!
- I'm sorry, Mrs. Williams.

- Mrs. Williams...
- Are you all right?

I have something to show you.

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

December 9.

Met with Blake this evening
for the first time.

He stood in the shadows

to prevent me from getting
a clear look at his face.

What a vile disease this is.

He is a rich man with a cursed condition,

but this does not prevent him
from trying to better his situation

and that of his comrades at the colony.

Every single gauge is broken.

- All the glass is shattered.
- Remind you of something?

- Last night.
- Your truck.

Yeah. Yeah.

Thermometer's broken.

The mercury's stuck at 20 degrees.

There's no water got in here,

but something awful cold did.

December 11.
Blake's proposition is simple.

He wants to move off Tanzier Island

and relocate the entire colony
just north of here.

He has purchased a clipper ship

called the Elizabeth Dane.

With part of his fortune

and asks only
for permission to settle here.

I must balance my feelings
of mercy and compassion

toward this poor man
with my revulsion at the thought

of a leper colony only a mile distant.

It's rusted to the wall.

[RADIO STATIC]

It was on.

- They drank a lot of beer last night.
- Every night.

What's it like?

It's always the same.
Room starts spinning...

I mean fishing.

[CLEARS THROAT]

You fish.

The only thing I know about fishing
is you use a lot of worms.

Hmm.

Salt water.

She was clean 2 nights ago.
I checked her out myself.

And now it's as if she's been
turned over in the water.

April 20.
The six of us met tonight.

From midnight until 1:00,

we planned the death
of Blake and his comrades.

I tell myself that Blake's gold
will allow the church to be built

and our small settlement
to become a township,

but it does not soothe
the horror that I feel

being an accomplice to murder.

[SIGHS] Now what?

Wait for the coast guard.

- I'm sorry.
- What for?

Ever since you picked me up,
things have been going wrong.

The clock broke,
the windows have been breaking.

- The weirdo at the door last night.
- That isn't you.

I'm not so sure.

Things seem to happen to me.
I'm bad luck.

I don't believe in luck, good or bad.

I don't believe in anything much.

Something did happen once.

My father was a fisherman.

He ran a trawler out of Whitely Reef.

One night, late, he was coming back in.

He was out beyond the reef,
out near Spivey Point.

He looked to windward

and saw a brig under short sail

heading right for him.

And he radioed. There was no reply.

Nothing moved on the deck,
but she held her course.

My dad and two of his hands,

they boarded the brig... The Resa Jane.

No one was on board.

There was food on the table...
and a hot, steaming cup of coffee.

But underneath, a tin cup
was rusted to the table.

And then something caught
my father's eye.

It was a gold doubloon,
minted in Spain, 1867.

My dad picked up the coin,
put it in his breast pocket

of his jacket, and zippered it up.

He came home, told us the story.

And he unzippered the pocket
to give me the coin.

It was gone.

I think I'll go to Vancouver now.

April 21st. The deed is done.

Blake followed
our false fire on shore,

and his ship broke apart
on the rocks off Spivey Point.

We were aided by an unearthly fog

that rolled in as if heaven sent,

although God had no part
in our actions tonight.

Blake's gold will be recovered tomorrow,

but may the Lord forgive us
for what we have done.

I couldn't read any further.

Your grandfather had a way with words.

Our celebration tonight is a travesty.

We're honouring murderers.

[MUSIC FADES OUT]

- [SLOW MUSIC PLAYING]
- [WIND BLOWING]

[man on tape] Side one,
KAB promos and lead-ins.

[MALE DJ] More music on top
of the world KAB 1340.

- [MAN] Thirty-three.
- [MUSIC PLAYING]

[DJ] KAB 1340.

[MAN] Fifty-seven.

[DJ] From the top of the world,

fabulous 1340.

KAB, Antonio Bay.

[MAN] Thirty-one.

[DJ] From the top of the world,
fabulous 1340.

The smooth sound of KAB,
Antonio Bay, California.

[FOGHORN BLOWING]

[MAN] Fifty-four.

[DJ IN A SULTRY VOICE] KAB 1340.

[WIND BLOWING LOUDLY]

[MAN] Thirty-one.

[DJ in a sultry voice] The sounds
of the surf from Antonio Bay.

KAB 1340.

[MAN] Thirty-nine.

[DJ IN AN UPBEAT VOICE] Fabulous
1340 KAB, Antonio Bay.

[JAZZ JINGLE PLAYING]

More music on top
of the world, KAB 1340.

[JAZZ JINGLE PLAYING]

[MAN] Est-111-B, cut two.

[DJ] From the top of the world,

- fabulous 1340 KAB, Antonio Bay.
- [JAZZ JINGLE PLAYING]

Father, where did you find this?

My grandfather hid his sins in the walls.

- When did you find it?
- Last night...

Just after midnight.
What difference does it make?

That's the same time the
rest of the town fell apart.

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

[SILENTLY] Yes.

And the same time

the six conspirators met
one hundred years ago.

It's really getting late.

Uh, there's not much we can do
about any of this.

Are you going to give
the benediction tonight, Father?

Antonio Bay has a curse on it.

- Do we take that as a no?
- [WHISPERS] Maybe it's just as well.

We're leaving now, Father.

Will you be all right?

I'm going to call Dr. Thayden

and ask him to just drop by.

I think you're taking
all of this much too seriously.

[WHISPERS] We're all cursed,
Mrs. Williams, all of us.

- [DJ] 1340 KAB.
- [JAZZ JINGLE PLAYING]

[MAN] Forty-four.

[DJ] The smooth sound.

Fabulous 1340 KAB.

[MAN] Forty-five.

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

[DJ] From the top of the world,
fabulous 1340 KAB,

Antonio Bay, California.

[MAN] Forty-six.

[MUSIC SLOWS AND WARPS]

[DJ IN A DISTORTED VOICE]
The smooth sound...

[DEMONIC VOICE]
Something that one lives with

like an albatross around the neck,

No. More like a millstone,

a plumbing stone, by God.

[LOUDLY] Damn them all!

[SCREAMS]

[TAPE FAST-FORWARDING]

[MAN, HIGH PITCHED AND FAST] Nine.

[DJ, HIGH PITCHED AND FAST] Every hour
on the hour, KAB news and weather.

[MAN, NORMAL SPEED] Ten.

- [MUSIC PLAYING]
- [DJ, NORMAL SPEED] Every hour,

on the hour,

KAB news and weather.

[MAN] End side two, KAB promos.

How can a man drown
and not touch the water?

He had water in his lungs,

salt water around his mouth,

seaweed in his clothes.

Unless...

You OK?

Did you see his eyes?

Yeah, I saw his eyes.

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

[SHOUTS] Andy, the telephone.

I got it, Mrs. Kobritz.

[RINGING CONTINUES]

Hello?

Andy, where did you get
that piece of driftwood?

I told you, Mom, it was on
the beach this morning.

- Where?
- By the rocks.

What was it doing?

First it was a gold coin
and then it turned into the wood.

Andy, I want you
to stay away from the rocks.

Do you understand?

Don't pick up anything
else off the beach.

It didn't belong to anybody.

I know, honey. It's all right.

I just don't want you
to pick up anything else

unless you come
and get me first. OK?

OK.

Is Mrs. Kobritz there?

She just came in.

OK. I have to start the broadcast now.

Andy, promise me you won't leave
the house tonight.

Oh, Mom.

Promise me.

Oh, OK.

I love you, Andy.

Me, too, Mom. Bye.

[SEAGULLS SCREECHING OUTSIDE]

Ahoy, mateys.

This is Stevie Wayne, your night light...

And KAB, Antonio Bay, California,

is on the air.

I've lined up some tunes
to help you celebrate

the 100th birthday of Antonio Bay.

So let's get down to business.

[LIGHT JAZZ PLAYING]

What did your mother want, Andy?

Nothing.

Oh, it must have been something.

Mm, nothing.

Hey, Mrs. Kobritz,

what are those clouds out there?

Evidence of deep penetrating wounds

in each ocular orbit entering
into the cranial cavity.

Also jagged lacerations to the face...

Do you want to wait out front?

I'd rather wait with you.

OK.

Thorax has been crushed,

and the lungs are filled with fluid.

Talk to you a minute?

Yeah.

- She gonna be all right?
- Yeah.

Did you talk to Simms?

I got him on the radio.
He's coming back from Bodega Bay.

What the hell happened out there?

There was rust all over everything.

It was like the boat had been out there

a long time, taking on water.

He was down below near the bunks.

Nick, his wounds are covered with algae,

his lungs are full, and there's
silt under his fingernails.

I tell you, I saw Dick Baxter
three days ago in Salinas.

Now he's lying in there on the table

looking like he's been
underwater for a month.

- Do you feel that?
- I'll tell you what happens.

- It just got cold in here.
- You see, the water acts like ice.

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

A whole body would take
a year to decompose,

longer if it was down far enough,
cold enough.

But he was on the boat.

He was below decks.

No.

Dick Baxter died in the ocean.

[MUSIC GROWS LOUDER]

You remember last October,
those three kids that went diving

- for that old boat off the point?
- Yeah.

We got to 'em, they'd been down
for a week, maybe 10 days.

I swear to you right now,

he's been down longer.

[SCREAMS] Nick!

[SLOW MUSIC PLAYING]

[WHIMPERS]

[FOGHORN BLOWING IN DISTANCE]

[FOGHORN BLOWING]

[FOGHORN BLOWING IN DISTANCE]

[FOGHORN BLOWING LOUDLY]

[FOGHORN BLOWING]

- [CRICKETS CHIRPING]
- [DOG BARKING]

[MAYOR] And while the wrecking
of that beautiful ship

upon our coast was, of course,

a tragedy to those
who were on the ship,

it still was the catalyst
that brought together

all of the people of this wonderful area.

They came together,

they formed the charter for Antonio Bay,

the charter by which you have voted
for these councilmen

who sit on my left and my right tonight.

[APPLAUSE]

Kathy, the Coast Guard's
out there looking for them.

Now, they're gonna cover
the area pretty good,

so, really, all we can do is wait.

[INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING]

I understand, sheriff.

Thank you.

[MAYOR FROM DISTANCE]
our 100th anniversary.

- I got to go. I'm up next.
- Yeah.

I'm so sorry, Mrs. Williams.

It's funny...
but all I can think about is

my silly dog barking all night and,

and me just,
just wishing Al would come home.

Now, we can't have the

chair lady of the birthday
celebration in tears, can we?

I don't think you ought
to go out there.

Oh, I think that's exactly
what I ought to do.

I appreciate all your help, Nick.

[SILENTLY] That's all right.

- [MUSIC STOPS PLAYING]
- [APPLAUSE COMING FROM DISTANCE]

[MUSIC PLAYING ON THE RADIO]

[STEVIE ON THE RADIO] I searched
a long time for this one.

I hope you remember it.

Happy 100th, Antonio Bay.

The ceremonies are underway
at Shelby Square.

And we'll have
that candlelight procession

in about an hour.

So if you hurry, you can still make it.

The coast guard dropped me a note

saying they found The Sea Grass
earlier this afternoon,

but there's no further word
as to the condition of the ship

or the men on-board.

I'll keep you posted
as the news comes in to me.

Hope no one else gets lost
out there in the fog.

[JAZZ CONTINUES PLAYING ON THE RADIO]

I'll be right back.

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

KAB.

Hello. My name's Nick Castle.

You don't know me,
but I'm one of the men

who found The Sea Grass this afternoon.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I really don't have any further word.

I understand.

That's not what I called about.
It's... uh, you just mentioned

something now
on the radio about the fog.

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

Well, this is going
to sound a little strange.

I saw the fog last night
out in the ocean in the distance.

It was... glowing.

[FOGHORN BLOWING]

Well, what seemed to
be happening is

that the wind was moving due east,
and the fog just kept moving west.

I know that sounds completely crazy.

Right now it doesn't.

Something happened last night.

At the same time that
fog was moving in,

this whole town went unglued. Hold on.

[JAZZ MUSIC STOPS]

[ANOTHER TRACK STARTS PLAYING]

I've got some more
birthday music for you

and a few other surprises.

Then I'll be ready to check in
with the weatherman.

And the weatherman will be ready
to check in with you.

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

[JAZZ PLAYING ON THE RADIO]

- Hello?
- Yeah, I'm still here.

There's one other thing.

It may have nothing
to do with The Sea Grass.

Oh, anything.

My son found a piece
of driftwood this morning.

[FOGHORN BLOWING]

Hey, hey, Mel. How you doing?

Your girlfriend on the radio
has been talking about you.

I came in tonight
just to keep her happy.

Yeah. I thought you were off tonight.

I love my job.

Yeah, well...

You can tell them all about
that big fog bank

moving in the southeast there.

Where?

Oh, you'll see it. I'm on my way.
See you tomorrow.

Yeah, Mel. I'll see you.

[OMINOUS MUSIC MIXED
WITH JAZZ ON THE RADIO]

Ah.

There you are.

[FOGHORN BLOWING]

I've got to make a run
out to the lighthouse

at Spivey Point. Want to come?

- Sure.
- Come on.

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

- KAB.
- Hi, sweetheart!

I thought you were celebrating.

I couldn't spend
an evening without you.

Well, I'm up
in about 30 seconds. What's new?

Another fog bank.

Where?

It's coming in off the ocean
from the southeast.

It's heading inland. It should be here

at the weather station
in 5-10 minutes.

Dan, hold on.

- [CLICKS A BUTTON]
- [MUSIC STOPS]

I have a special weather bulletin.

The Tri-County Weather Station
reports a fog bank

moving southeast along the coast.

For whoever's interested,

that's the weather station
on Old Russellville Road.

Repeating,

a fog bank is moving
southwest along the coast

toward the weather station
on Old Russellville Road.

[FOGHORN BLOWING]

Dan, are you still there?

I'm still here. [LAUGHS]

Hey, you, uh,
sound different tonight,

uh, kind of intense.

I just feel like talking, that's all.

Wait a minute.
I thought you told me

you didn't like to
talk on the telephone

because you talked
on the radio all day.

Dan, where's the fog now?

Well, it should be right
outside my door now.

[SLOW MUSIC PLAYING ON THE RADIO]

Hold on. I'm going to try something.

[STEVIE] I can see it.

[LAUGHS] Hey, now, what is the big deal?

You've seen fog once,
you seen it for life.

No. There's something different
about this fog, Dan. It glows.

Can't you see anything yet?

Glows? Oh, I get it.

You take something
to keep you going, right?

Does it make you feel
a little weird sometimes?

[RADIO DIES]

- Hey.
- What?

The lights went out.

Everything's going crazy.

Barometer's falling,
temperature's dropping.

- Dan, what is it?
- What the hell's that?

Dan, what is it?
What's happening?

What is it? What's happening?

Someone's shining a light
through the window.

Dan, listen to me.

Hold on, sweetheart.
I wanna check this out.

Dan!

[SHOUTS] Dan, stay on the phone!

[POUNDING ON DOOR]

This has got to be a joke.

[SLOSHING]

Someone's at the front door,
sweetheart, playing a stupid joke.

And whoever it is...
they ain't gonna like finding me home.

Dan, stay away from the door!

Dan!

- Dan!
- [DOORS OPEN]

Hello?

Anybody here?

Some asshole got drunk and started taking

this 100-year-old business too seriously.

- [GASPS]
- [MUFFLED] Dan!

[SHOUTS] Dan!

[DAN GRUNTS AND SHOUTS IN PAIN]

[WHISPERS] Dan.

[HANGS UP]

[STOPS THE MUSIC]

And so all of us living
here in Antonio Bay today

owe a great debt of gratitude

to those men and women
a hundred years ago

who struggled and sacrificed
to make this town grow

into what it is today.

And it's up to us to keep
their kind of spirit alive.

- [MAN] Yeah.
- [APPLAUSE]

I have an urgent bulletin.

Will sheriff David Simms please
contact KAB radio immediately?

The number is 555-2131.

This is an emergency.

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

So we must redouble our efforts,
work together.

We have a vital, thriving community.

And I say we have to keep it that way.

[STEVIE] This is an emergency.

Sheriff David Simms, please
contact KAB immediately.

555-2131.
This is an emergency.

[MRS. WILLIAMS TALKING IN DISTANCE]

[DIALLING]

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

- [SHERIFF] Hello?
- Hello?

Hello?

Sheriff Simms?

And so, as we make our way
to the presentation of the statue,

I think we should all keep in mind
the significance of this night

for every citizen of Antonio Bay.

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

[GENERATOR TURBINES WHINING]

[BUOY BELL RINGING IN THE DISTANCE]

We should all proceed
over to the statue.

Single file. Don't push. Take your time.

- [OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]
- [WIND BLOWING]

[SCARED] Andy!

[GROANS]

[SHOUTS] Start!

[DESPERATELY] Please start!

[FROGS CROAKING]

[ANDY] Why did all the lights go out?

Oh, one of the lines
are probably down, Andy.

They usually take care
of these things right away.

I think it's kind of neat.

Hello?

[FROGS CROAKING]

[FROGS STOP CROAKING]

What's that now?

[OMINOUS MUSIC GROWS LOUDER]

[DESPERATELY] Start!

[SHOUTS] Andy! Andy, get out of the house!

Mrs. Kobritz, get him out of the house.

Please! Run!

I think maybe we better
close all the windows, Andy.

Are your bedroom windows closed?

I'll go see.

Hello?

Someone listen to me!
My son is trapped!

887 White Beach Lane!
My son is trapped by the fog!

Andy, get out of the house! Run!

Wow! Look at that!

- Are your windows all closed?
- Yes, ma'am.

I wonder about your mother's bedroom.

[RHYTHMICAL POUNDING ON DOOR]

Please, someone! My son is trapped!

[Stevie on the radio] Andy, run! Run!

Mrs. Kobritz, run!

Andy, I want you to go to your room.

I think I should stay.

Right now. Right now.

- Yes.
- Right now.

[FOGHORN BLOWING OUTSIDE]

[DOORS CREAKING]

[FOGHORN BLOWING]

[SILENTLY] Go to your room.

I want to see who it is.

No.

Can't I stay for two more seconds?

OK, OK, I'm going.

[MUFFLED SOUNDS]

Mrs. Kobritz?

[RHYTHMICAL POUNDING ON DOOR]

Please. My son is trapped!

887 White Beach Lane.

Someone get to 887 White Beach Lane.

Mrs. Kobritz?

[WOOD CREAKING]

[STEVIE] My son is trapped!
Get him out of the fog!

Please, someone.

My son is trapped!

877 White Beach Lane.

Come on! Get out of there, now!

[STEVIE] Andy, run! Run!

[RADIO FALTERS]

Come on! Come on.

Go! Go!

[ENGINE REVS]

[GEARS GRINDING]

Come on!

Ease it, don't pop it. Try to ease it out.

[SILENTLY] Oh, Jesus.

Come on, Beth! Come on.

Come on. Come on.
It'll go. It'll go. It'll go.

Nick!

- Reverse! Reverse!
- Come on!

- Come on, do it! Do it!
- [ELIZABETH SCREAMS]

[MUSIC FADES OUT]

[MAN] ...wait for the last 20 minutes.

I think it's best we call it a night here.

Another 5 or 10 minutes, everyone
will have seen the statue.

All right, but let's get 'em
through as quickly as we can.

It'd probably be a good idea
if you went home, Kathy.

We can close up here.

I should see it
through to the end.

Mrs. Williams, there's
nothing more to do here.

Let me take you home.

A little annoying, but you're right.

- Would you please take me?
- Yes, ma'am.

- I'll call you tomorrow, Kathy.
- OK, thank you.

[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]

[STEVIE] Andy, I don't even know
if you can hear me.

I'm sorry that I didn't come
for you, that I wasn't there.

Andy, please understand.

I have to stay here.

The fog... is moving inland

away from the beach

towards Antonio Bay.

[RADIO FAILING] It's over by the armoury.

I can't remember the name of the...

No, no... I think it's Chestnut.

Feel like listening to some music?

Sure.

[STEVIE] It's moving faster now.

Up Regent Avenue.

Up to the end of Smallhouse Road.

What's that?

It's just hitting the outskirts of town.

Broad Street.

[ENGINE REVVING]

Clay Street.

Nick!

[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING]

[STEVIE] It's moving down 10th Street.

Get inside and lock your doors.

Close your windows.

There's something in the fog.

If you're on the south side
of town, go north.

Stay away from the fog.

Richardsville Pike
up to Beacon Hill is the only clear road.

Up to the church.

If you can get out of town,
get to the old church.

Now the junction at 101 is cut off.

If you can get out of town,
get to the old church.

It's the only place left to go.

Get to the old church on Beacon Hill.

It cut us off!

- Where is it?
- Right behind us in the driveway.

Quick, inside.

[NICK] Come on.

[MRS. WILLIAMS] Hurry.

[NICK] Father?

Is there a basement
or cellar in here?

- We can't hide any longer.
- We have to try!

No matter where we go,
it will find us.

Is there a basement
or cellar here, Father?

There's a study in back.
I'll show you the way.

Come on. Hurry.

Come on. Give me that.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC INTENSIFIES]

The fog is sweeping inland.

It's almost like a wall
across the east end of town.

Blake and his men have come for us.

- Who's Blake?
- Oh, it's in the journal.

- What journal?
- I don't know. It's here somewhere.

- Father, where's the journal?
- What are you talking about?

- What?
- Where's the journal?

It's... It's in there.

[DOORS SQUEAKING]

Over by the window?

- It can do us no good now.
- It's all we've got.

If anything happens,
just lock the door.

Get back. Shut the door.

[DOORS SQUEAKING]

[POUNDING]

[POUNDING GETS CLOSER]

- Six must die. That was on the...
- The three men on the Sea Grass.

- And the weatherman is four.
- [ANDY] Mrs. Kobritz.

- Yeah, five.
- And one of us makes six.

That's what they want.
They've come back

for the six original conspirators.

- Six other lives to take the place.
- There must be something in here!

- It's me they want. I am the...
- Why would they want you?

Wait, Father. You didn't read us this.

Look. Were it possible to raise the dead,

I would return Blake's
fortune to him intact,

save the money spent
on these walls that hide it.

My fellow conspirators believe

that the confiscated fortune
has been stolen from them,

when in fact, I am the thief,

and God's Temple is the tomb of gold.

I am the thief, and God's Temple
is the tomb...

[CRASH]

Now, wait. Get... get rid of that!

Nick!

Get out of the way!

[POUNDING ON DOOR]

[CLANK]

- Give me a hand.
- Andy, stay right there.

Nick.

[SCREAMS]

The gold.

[SLOSHING]

He melted down the gold into this.

[SCREAMS]

[ELIZABETH] Somebody help her!

- [NICK GROANS]
- Nick, no!

Don't go in there!

[SHOUTING IN PAIN]

[WIND HOWLING]

[THREATENING MUSIC GROWS LOUDER]

Blake, I have your gold.

[SILENTLY] Blake?

[METAL CLANKING]

[SOMEONE SCREAMS]

This is your gold, Blake.

My grandfather stole it from you.

I'm the one who must answer for it.

I'm the sixth conspirator.

I'm Father Malone.

Take me.

[HEAVY BREATHING]

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

[STEVIE SCREAMS]

Father Malone!

[SLOW MUSIC PLAYING]

Look.

It's going away.

[DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE]

[STEVIE] I don't know what happened
to Antonio Bay tonight.

Something came out of the fog
and tried to destroy us.

In one moment, it vanished.

But if this has been
anything but a nightmare

and if we don't wake up to find
ourselves safe in our beds,

it could come again.

To the ships at sea
who can hear my voice,

look across the water
into the darkness.

Look for the fog.

[DOORS CREAKING]

Why not six, Blake?

[MUSIC STOPS]

[UNDER BREATH] Why not me?

[OMINOUS MUSIC FADES IN]