The Mist

Previously on "The Mist"...

- What's your name? - I don't remember.

Hey, Uncle Mike.

I don't think my brother knows what a man is.

What's the faggot doing here?

I'm here to hook up with hot football jocks.

- You thought? - Let him go!

What do you say you and I,

we choose to trust each other?

I could really use someone to trust.

Okay.

We need to find a working car.

Maybe this guy will give us a ride.

You have the only working car. You're my only chance.

I will kill you all if I have to!

- I can't give you... - Shoot him!

If we don't get him to a hospital,

he's gonna die!

Careful!

- Faster! - I can't go any faster!

I'm gonna hit something.

What if nobody's at the hospital?

Holy shit.

- Take him in the side. - They have power.

- Come on. - Watch out, get him...

Nurse! What is going on out there?

Is anybody coming? The military? Police?

We hoped you knew.

What happened? Get me a gurney!

Dr. Bailey, GSW to the upper left thigh,

actively bleeding.

Start a large-bore I.V., and run L.R. wide open.

Is he gonna be okay?

I'm gonna work on him right now.

Yeah, but that's not what I asked.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

He's gonna be fine.

He'll be fine.

You don't know that.

But here's what I know.

If he dies, it's because of you.

What are you talking about?

I'm not the one who shot him.

Yeah, but you're the one that didn't shoot.

You can't blame me for not just killing people.

Yeah, but you are killing people,

and Bryan could die because of you.

I didn't shoot him! There's a difference!

Not anymore.

So, um, we're cut off from the operating rooms,

and there's only so much we can do in the E.R.,

but we controlled the bleeding, and there's no evidence

that your friend injured any major vessels or nerves.

He lost a lot of blood,

so expect him to be weak for a while.

Can we see him?

Uh, yeah, for a few minutes.

Emergency generator?

We should be okay for another day or two.

Electricity and old battery-driven equipment,

that's what we can use.

How are things out there?

Not good.

And here?

We're running out of food.

We're running out of medicine.

The mist is in the entire east wing.

If I wanted to make sure

my wife and daughter aren't here,

where would I go?

I'm home! Already done?

We have moved in.

Yeah!

Wait!

First kiss inside our front door.

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

This is the living room. It's not done.

This is where you'll work your magic.

Yes, because I am the woman.

Exactly. And in here...

Think she'll like it?

When did you do this?

Yesterday. I said I was going to Mike's.

Thank you.

Not just for this.

I'd do anything for you.

It's strange.

I've never been happier.

But I've also never been...

less myself.

It's the weirdest feeling.

We should unpack before she gets home.

- Sorry, man. - Thanks.

Excuse me. Sorry.

Uh, have you seen either of these two people?

No, I haven't.

Thanks.

Hi. I'm looking for my wife and daughter.

Have you... Have you seen them?

No. I'm sorry.

Have you seen either of these two people?

All right. Thank you.

Guess some things never change.

You came into this world crying, and you never stopped.

Mike?

What happened?

Oh, Jesus, Mike.

I was outside when the mist came...

fixing another goddamn hole in Main Street.

These three kids came towards me,

just normal-looking teenagers,

but there was nothing normal about them.

They beat the... out of me,

and I ran here.

One of 'em jumped me, and pushed this goddamn thing

into my stomach right before I crawled in.

This is gonna sound insane.

No, trust me. It won't.

They knew me.

They said it was for Ricky Gustavo.

Remember that kid I used to beat up in school?

Yeah.

They talked about stuff they couldn't have known.

Whatever's out there...

it messes with your head.

I don't even know what's real anymore.

I'm real.

Prove it.

You think I'm a pretentious asshole,

and I think you hide your insecurities with aggression.

Okay, it's you, all right.

What the hell is going on?

We're dying. That's what's going on.

Or at least I'm dying, anyway, that's for sure.

You're not dying.

Meds are wearing off.

According to Dr. Bailey, I'm just waiting

for an infection that's gonna kill me.

You still think I'm not dying, kiddo?

That's some shit-eating grin you got.

Are we sure it's not brain damage?

Easy, kid.

Yeah, kid.

Can you move?

Ish.

Not too long.

And I'm out.

You know, so you two can make sweet love.

Hey.

I'm not...

I'm not ready for you to be nice to me.

Then what should I do?

Just get some rest.

Where have you been? Bryan's awake.

I, uh... My brother's here.

Is it bad?

Yeah. It's pretty bad.

What now? Do we move on?

Not yet.

What?

Just from what Alex has told me,

I didn't think you guys were...

close.

We're not...

but we used to be.

Pervert.

Yep.

Sorry. You'll have to entertain yourself.

Not a home till all my books are up.

I just wanted to ask you something.

As long as it doesn't stop me working.

What'd you mean before,

when you said you'd never been less you?

Sweet. You've been all concerned about me.

No, I'm not concerned, just curious.

What did you mean?

All women are two people.

Here. Read "Madame Bovary."

Oh, please don't jump off a cliff.

You're thinking of "Wuthering Heights,"

and nobody jumps off a cliff.

Okay, well, then explain it in a nonliterary fashion.

I write about owls, remember?

You know who I was before I met you.

Do I?

I was dating guys in your brother's crowd.

The bad guys.

Bad guys were very popular or so I remember.

And I still am that girl,

but I'm also not, 'cause I met you.

And if I hadn't, I'd still be partying,

going from guy to guy,

certainly wouldn't have been a teacher,

'cause no one...

no one thought I had anything to offer...

but you.

I'm such a hero.

My hero.

Here. Drink this.

Oh, yeah, water. That'll take the pain away.