The Mist

Hey.

Are you mine?

Please be mine.

Hey, I'm Bryan, and you are Rufus.

Hey, Rufus, wait!

Rufus, wait!

Rufus, wait! Rufus!

Rufus?

Rufus?

Come on. Where'd you go?

Who's there?

Who's out there?

Rufus?

Oh, my God.

Rufus?

Eve, you shouldn't have done it.

You have a group of parents petitioning

to have you fired now.

I know who. They've been trying

to get me fired since I started.

And sometimes it seems like

you want them to succeed.

Maine state law requires sexual education.

But local boards decide which topics.

And the topics they don't want covered,

do we imagine they just disappear if we ignore them?

I may personally agree with you, but when you teach topics

that aren't covered by the board,

you're telling them about stuff

that we've decided they're too young to know about.

These kids know how to Google.

And some people believe that such information

will lead to them having sex.

I hope they don't, but I know they will.

There's a difference.

I know.

Nevertheless, the board has decided

to place you on administrative leave.

There'll be an official announcement tomorrow.

We'll figure it out.

You tell Alex? Yeah.

She wasn't exactly surprised.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.

Even if I resign, the other schools will know why.

I won't get a new job.

I could go to work for the paper.

You already work too much.

We could move.

You'd do that for me?

I'd do anything for you.

You love it here.

It is pretty.

Not if you look closely.

You coming?

Hey, Nathalie.

Mind giving our garden

the same treatment while we're away?

If you take your bikes instead of the car.

You know, I saw at the library

that it's the short trips that pollute the most.

Hope you didn't drive there.

Dad, we have to go.

Sorry, Nathalie. Messy garden, it is.

So, uh, Alex, any particular reason

for your newfound interest in high school football?

Is it a fascination with team psychology,

or are you making a study of the celebration

of the athlete as modern gladiator?

- Yes, Dad. - Which one?

The gladiator one.

Oh, yes, 'cause I... I don't know.

I had a feeling it might have something to do

with the piercing blue eyes of Jay Heisel,

the superstar quarterback.

Dad.

- To which I would say... - I'm not interested.

To which I would say,

there's more to life than good looks.

I know.

Adrian meeting us there?

If they let him.

I'm done now. Can I, uh, leave?

I'm meeting Alex at the game.

Can I leave?

You know your father can't hear you

when you're wearing makeup.

All football is is white male aggression.

3/4 of the NFL is black.

Well, maybe they're oppressed,

and this is their way out of a bankrupt education system.

But maybe they like football.

Maybe you can be oppressed and still like football.

Either way, I'm gonna enjoy my male privilege

and stare at their bodies.

Is that one of the moms that got you fired?

Okay, Mia, tell me where it is.

Tell me where it is!

You goddamn junkie.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Rob told me I can do whatever I want to you,

as long as I make you talk.

Huh?

Well, maybe that's why Rob is dead now.

That's bullshit.

Well, why don't you call him?

Shit.

Yeah, it's me. Where's Rob?

Ohh!

Think your boy's gonna get lucky tonight.

Not luck. Worked for it.

Hey, Uncle Mike.

Hey, Connor.

Kid sure can throw a ball.

Eh, raised him to be a man.

Don't think my brother knows what a man is.

Dad. What?

Team wants to celebrate tonight at Kristofferson's.

Go. You deserve it.

Do you wanna come?

Alex is not old enough for a party.

Uh...

Maybe we could have discussed it first.

Every time we discuss something,

you give her just enough vague hope

to make it even more painful when I say no.

Maybe you shouldn't say no, then.

I wish you would do it, but you don't.

You say maybe and leave the dirty work to me.

Okay. Yes.

Yes, what?

Yes, she can go.

She's almost 17.

Which still makes her 16.

She has to get out and experience life.

It's time to let her go.

She'll be fine.

She just wants what's best for you.

Do you also think this is what's best for me?

She loves you.

She has no idea what love is.

Hey.

Her love is different.

It's... It's nuanced. It's rich.

She doesn't understand our kind of love.

Doesn't mean she loves any less.

Wait till your mom is asleep.

If you can get Adrian to go with you...

you can go for a couple of hours.

No drinking.

Back by midnight. Okay?

Pretty nice of your dad to let you go.

Very nice of you to join me.

Oh, yeah, I'm the best.

And your dad was okay?

What's the point of asking permission

if he won't even talk to you?

- Still? - Two weeks and counting.

Not that I miss him calling me a freak.

I think you should just move in with us

and we could adopt you.

Oh, like a little shelter puppy.

Yeah, then we can watch cheesy eighties movies every night.

Yeah, I'm sure Kevin and Eve would love that.

Yeah, of course they would.

Mom's always 30% less annoying when you're around.

They'd love it. I'd love it.

And you are aware that pretty much all of these people

are superficial assholes.

No, they're not.

Look...

I promise I will follow you wherever you want to go

when you fall in love with a guy, okay?

Or a girl. I don't fall for gender.

I fall for per... Personality. Sure. Come on.

Ohh.

Hey.

I... I don't drink.

That's, like, totally offensive

to the local culture.

We can't be offensive.

Well, that was nice.

Thank you. What now?

I don't know. We dance?

Sure.

What's the faggot doing here?

I am here to hook up with hot football jocks.

- You. - Oh?

I thought you were a bottom. Yeah?

- Yeah. - That's what you thought?

Let him go.

Hey. What's going on?

We were just having fun.

Doesn't look like he's having fun.

I'm sorry for my friends.

Apparently they forgot what century we live in.

Yeah. It's okay.

I'm glad you came.

I'm sorry about this.

Let me get you guys a drink.