46,
Something that one lives with like an albatross round the neck,
No, more like a millstone,
A plumbing stone, by God, Damn them all,
Every hour, on the hour, KAB news and weather,
10,
Every hour, on the hour,
KAB news and weather,
End side two, KAB promos,
How can a man drown and not touch the water?
He had water in his lungs,
saltwater round his mouth, seaweed in his clothes.
Unless...
You OK?
Did you see his eyes?
Yeah, Isaw his eyes.
Andy, the telephone.
I got it, Mrs Kobritz.
- Hello. - Where did you get that driftwood?
I told you, it was on the beach,
- Where? - By the rocks,
What was it doing?
First it was a gold coin, then it turned into the wood.
I want you to stay away from the rocks. Don't pick up anything else off the beach.
- It didn't belong to anybody, - I know, it's all right.
Just don't pick up anything unless you get me first, OK?
OK,
- is Mrs Kobritz there? - She just came in,
OK.
I have to start the broadcast.
Don't leave the house tonight.
- Mom. - Promise me,
OK.
- I love you, Andy. - Me too, Mom, Bye,
Ahoy, mateys. This is Stevie Wayne, your night-light.
And KAB, Antonio Bay, California,
is on the air.
l've lined up some tunes to help you celebrate the 100th birthday of Antonio Bay.
So let's get down to business.
- What did your mother want? - Nothing.
It must have been something.
Nothing.
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 of the face...
- You wanna wait out front? - l'd rather wait here with you.
Thorax has been crushed and the lungs are filled with fluid.
Talk to you a minute?
She gonna be all right? Did you talk to Simms?
By radio. He's coming back from Bodega Bay.
- What happened out there? - There was rust everywhere.
Like it had been there a long time, taking on water.
He was down below.
His wounds are covered with algae, his lungs are full
and there's silt under his finger nails.
I saw Dick Baxter three days ago in Salinas.
Now he's in there, 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. - The water acts like ice.
A body would take a year to decompose.
Longer, if it was deep and cold enough.
But he was on the boat. He was below decks.
No, Dick Baxter died in the ocean.
Remember those kids that went diving for that old boat off the point?
We got to 'em, they'd been down for a week, ten days.
I swear to you right now, he's been down longer.
Nick!
While the wrecking of that beautiful ship upon our coast was, of course,
a tragedy to those who were in the ship,
it was the catalyst that brought together all 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.
The coastguard's looking for them.
They're gonna cover the area pretty good, so all we can do is wait.
I understand, Sheriff.
Thank you.
I gotta go. I'm up next.
I'm so sorry, Mrs Williams.
It's funny but all l can think about is my silly dog barking all night
and me just wishing Al would come home.
Now we can't have the chairlady of the birthday celebration in tears, can we?
You shouldn't go out there.
I think that's exactly what I ought to do.
I appreciate all your help.
It's OK.
I searched a long time for this one,
I hope you remember it,
Happy 100th, Antonio Bay,
The ceremonies are under way at Shelby Square
and we'll have the candlelight procession in an hour,
So if you hurry, you can still make it,
The coastguard 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,
I'll be right back.
- KAB. - Hello. My name's Nick Castle.
I'm one of the men who found the Sea Grass this afternoon.
I'm sorry, I don't have any further word.
That's not what I called about.
You just mentioned something now about the fog.
Well, this is gonna sound a little strange.
I saw the fog last night, out in the ocean, in the distance.
It was,,,glowing,
The wind seemed to be moving due east
and the fog just kept moving west.
- I know it sounds crazy. - Not 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.
l've got some more birthday music for you
and a few other surprises.
And I'll be ready to check in with the weatherman,
And the weatherman will be ready to check in with you.
- Hello. - I'm still here.
There's one other thing. It may have nothing to do with the Sea Grass.
No, anything,
My son found a piece of driftwood this morning.
Hey-hey, Mel. How you doing?
Your girl on the radio's been talking about you.
I came in tonight to keep her happy.
- I thought you were off tonight. - I love my job.
Well, you can tell them about that big fog bank moving in the southeast.
- Where? - You'll see it.
I'm on my way. See you tomorrow.
Yeah, Mel, I'll see you.
There you are.
I'm going to the lighthouse on Spivey Point. Wanna come?
Come on.
- KAB. - Hi, sweetheart,
I thought you were celebrating.
I couldn't spend an evening without you.
I'm up in 30 seconds. What's new?
- Another fog bank, - Where?
Coming off the ocean, from the southeast, heading inland.
Should be here in five, ten minutes.
Dan, hold on.
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.
Repeating, the fog bank is moving southwest along the coast,
toward the weather station on Old Russellville Road,
- Dan, are you still there? - I'm still here.
You sound different tonight.
- Kind of intense, - I just feel like talking, that's all.
But you don't talk on the telephone because you talk on the radio,,,
Where's the fog now?
Should be right outside my door now.
Hold on, I'm gonna try something.
I can see it.
What's the big deal? You've seen fog once, you've seen it for life.
There's something different about this fog. It glows.
- Can't you see anything yet? - Glows?
I get it, you take something to keep you going.
Does it make you feel a little weird sometimes?
What?
The lights went out.
Everything's going crazy.
Barometer's falling, temperature's dropping.
- What is it? - What the hell's that?
What is it? What's happening?
What's happening?
Someone's shining a light at the window.
- Listen to me, - Hold on, sweetheart.
I wanna check this out.
Stay on the phone,
This has gotta be a joke.
Someone's at the front door, playing a stupid joke.
And whoever it is, they ain't gonna like finding me home.
Stay away from the door.
Hello?
Anybody here?
Some asshole is taking this 100-year-old business too seriously.
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 is up to us to keep their kind of spirit alive.
I have an urgent bulletin.
Will Sheriff Simms please contact KAB radio immediately.
The number is 555 2131 . This is an emergency.
So we must redouble our efforts, work together.
We have a vital, thriving community and I say we have to keep it that way.
This is an emergency,
Sheriff David Simms, please contact KAB immediately,
555 2131, This is an emergency,
Hello,
Hello.
Sheriff Simms?
As we make our way for the presentation of the statue,
we should all keep in mind the significance of this night,
for every citizen of Antonio Bay.
We should all proceed over to the statue.
Single file. Don't push. Take your time.
Start!
Please start!
Why did all the lights go out?
One of the lines are probably down.
They usually take care of these things right away.
I think it's kinda neat.
Hello?
What's that, now?
Start!
Andy, get out of the house!
Mrs Kobritz, get him out of the house, please, run!
We'd better close the windows. 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. Get out! Run!
Wow! Look at that.
- Are your windows all closed? - Yes, ma'am.
I wonder about your mother's bedroom.
Please, someone, my son is trapped.
Andy, run, run!
Mrs Kobritz, run!
- I want you to go to your room. - I think I should stay.
Right now.
- Go to your room. - I wanna see who it is.
- No. - Can't I stay for two more seconds?
OK, I'm going.
Please, my son is trapped.
887, White Beach Lane.
Someone get to 887, White Beach Lane,
My son is trapped, Get out of the fog,
Please, someone!
My son is trapped!
,, White Beach Lane,
Come on, get out of there, now!
Andy, run!
Run!
- Come on. - Go, go.
- Come on. - Easy. Don't pop it. Ease it out.
Jesus.
Come on, come on.
It'll go, it'll go.
- Reverse! Reverse! - Come on!
Come on! Do it!
We've been waiting 20 minutes.
I think it's best we call it a night.
ln five minutes, everyone will have seen the statue.
All right. Let's get them through quickly.
Probably be a good idea if you went home, Kathy.
- We can close up here. - I should see it through.
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. - OK. Thank you.
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.
Please understand.
I have to stay here.
The fog is moving inland,
away from the beach,
towards Antonio Bay.
It's by the armoury,
I can't remember the name of it,
I think it's Chestnut,
Feel like listening to some music?
Sure.
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,
Clay Street,
It's moving down Tenth Street,
Get inside and lock your doors, Close your windows,
There's something in the fog,
lf 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, lf you can get out of town, get to the old church,
Now the junction at 101 is cut off,
lf 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. lnside.
- Come on. - Hurry.
Father Malone?
- Are you all right? - is there a basement?
- Can't hide. - We have to try.
No matter where we go, it will find us.
- is there a basement? - There's a study.
I'll show you the way. Come on.
- Hurry. - Come on. Give me that.
The fog is sweeping inland.
It's almost like a wall across the east end of town.
- Blake's come for us. - Who's Blake?
- It's in a journal. - What journal?
- I don't know. Where is it? - We're cursed.
- What are you saying? - The journal.
It's in there.
- By the window? - It can do us no good now.
It's all we've got. lf anything happens, lock the door.
Get back. Shut the door.
- Six must die... - The three men on the Sea Grass.
- The weather man is four. - Mrs Kobritz.
- Five. - And one of us makes six.
That's what they want - the six original conspirators.
- There must be something here. - They want me.
- I am the sixth. - Why would they want you?
''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 fortune was 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...''
Wait. Get rid of that.
Get out of the way!
- Give me a hand. - Stay over there.
Gold.
He melted down the gold into this.
Don't go in there.
Blake, I have your gold.
This is your gold.
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.
Father Malone.
It's going away.
I don't know what happened to Antonio Bay tonight.
Something came out of the fog
and tried to destroy us.
ln 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.
Why not six, Blake?
Why not me?
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