Honey...
what's the matter?
Oh...
nothing.
It's my stomach.
I hope it's not an ulcer.
You're sweating.
Woman: Another nightmare?
No...
the same one.
- Paul? - Mmm?
Is something wrong?
No, I've been feeling strange for the last couple of days.
You've got to relax.
Come on,
this is what you worked so hard for.
You got Howard to invest.
I know, but you're the genius.
Everything you touch...
turns to gold.
What made you say that?
Come on,
you really don't know how to have fun, do you?
Don't you feel like everything's changed all at once?
Of course, it's changed.
We're fucking rich!
Could we just enjoy it? Come on.
Yeah.
I don't find any of this enjoyable.
Okay.
No...
Barbara, not that.
That was great what you were doing there.
- It's not that. - Okay.
- I didn't mean that. - Don't do this, okay?
Please.
Sorry.
So now you have to smoke?
It's Howard's boat. He doesn't mind.
"It's Howard's boat. He doesn't mind."
Fine.
Wait. Paul.
Can't you leave that thing alone for five minutes?
Please?
Our stocks could be going underwater, and we wouldn't know it.
Barbara: I'm not worried about that.
There are two possibilities. The share price stabilizes, and we're fine.
Or it keeps going down, and there are two possibilities.
We are in a boat off the coast of Espana. Please.
Espana. Mother country, right?
My mother wouldn't let me learn Spanish.
Ran away to the States first chance she got.
Well, now you're here.
- Full circle. - Uh-huh.
It's destiny. You can't program life.
Why not?
- It's a binary system. - Aw...
Come on. Man, woman...
rich, poor...
- life, death... - Paul?
I like that. - Grow up, okay?
- Paul: What are you doing? - Nothing.
I'm just going on vacation.
Barbara.
Paul: Honey...
be careful with the company files.
Vicki, sorry.
There.
Now the stock is underwater.
What did you do?! Have you gone nuts?
- You're fucking crazy? - Wake up, Paul!
Look around! It's beautiful.
- There will be a beautiful sunset. - There will be a beautiful sunset.
That's great! That makes everything all right.
There's only one thing. Now I only have those files on disk.
I'm not backed up, all right?
You're so backed up that's your ass coming over the horizon.
Would you mind moving?
There's only a little sun left and you're standing in it.
Remember when we used to fight like that, darling?
Except I would have thrown you overboard.
Would have been cheaper.
Hey...
do you hear that?
It's coming from that village.
Probably some sort of religious festival.
That's all we need. Singing nuns.
I'm going to freshen up. Excuse me.
Barbara: I don't like the look of those.
Man: Yep.
Man: I'd say we've got a storm coming.
All right, let's move everything below deck...
or tie it down.
That thing's coming right at us.
I'll take us away from the reef.
- Up anchor. - Yeah, sure.
- Where is it? - I've got it.
- You're not looking too well. - I'll be okay.
Aw, shit!
- Hey, look out! - Brace yourselves!
Jesus!
Aaaah!
- Are you guys all right? - Paul and Barbara: Yeah.
- Paul: I think so. - Man: You sure?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
- ( Vicki screams ) - Vicki?
( Vicki screaming )
Okay, baby.
Paul, give me a hand here.
Vicki: Aaaah!
Barbara: It's okay, Vicki.
I'll radio for help.
- Can you move your leg at all? - No, I can't.
- I can't. - The radio's out.
And the computer--
Okay. Take this and go signal to the shore.
- Hurry! - What?
Don't worry, we'll get you out of here.
All right, okay.
Come on!
Where the hell is everybody?
Damn it!
We'll have to take the raft into that town for help.
Okay...
you go with Paul. I'll stay with Vicki.
- It's my boat. - Howard, please.
I'm staying here.
- Okay, hold this. - I got it.
- I'll be back soon, okay? - Please, please...
Barbara: Oh God.
It'll be okay.
Hang in there, okay?
- You think she'll be okay? - Not if this crate sinks.
Howard...
are we going to die?
No, not us.
We're survivors.
Rescue at sea, hey, darling.
Okay. All right.
We've got to get to shore fast.
They won't have a chance if the storm gets worse.
Paul: Oooh...
What the hell was that?
We must have hit a rock.
That's one possibility.
We've sprung a leak. Anything to bail with?
No, we have to make it to the dock.
( boat creaks )
There's something in the water.
What?
I don't know. I felt something.
I can't see anything.
( gunshot )
What are they shooting at?
Please don't let it be sharks.
Okay...
- we've got to go back. - Are you crazy?
We can't even make it to the dock!
Well...
- ( engine stops ) - Come on!
I can't.
- Dump the motor. - What?!
Dump it.
Come on.
Use this.
Come on.
We've got to put in the thing.
- Come on. - What do you do with it?
( thunder cracking )
Where the hell is everybody?
Oh great.
( humming )
This way.
No, wait.
The singing.
It's coming from the church.
( humming stops )
Paul: Hello?
We need help.
Barbara: Ayuda, por favor.
What the hell's going on here?
What kind of church is this?
Man: Si?
- We need the police. - La policia, por favor.
- And a doctor. - Y un doctor.
Nuestro barco choco.
Nuestros amigos estan heridos.
- Donde? Lleveme ahi. - Come on.
It's right there. There!
Tenemos que llegar alli.
Imposible. La tormenta.
Pero hay gente alli en el barco.
Hey, you guys!
Can they help us?
Ey!
Levade o home o barco. Xa me quedo eu coa muller.
Los llevaran al barco.
- He says they'll take us. - Let's go.
Alguno de ustedes podria quedarse para informar a la policia?
- What now? - He says someone has to stay here
- to inform the police. - La senorita podria quedarse.
All right.
- You stay. - No.
- You hate boats. I'll go. - No.
I'll be fine.
It's just... I don't want to leave you with this guy.
- He gives me the creeps. - Man: I'll help the senorita
to find the police, and the doctor.
Fine. Listen...
be careful, yeah?
Okay.
Two possibilities.
Okay.
No funciona?
Hay un telefono en el hotel.
El hotel?
Si, el Hotel del Mar.
Usted avise a la policia. Yo traere al medico.
- Gracias. - De nada.
Necesito un telefono, por favor.
Es una emergencia.
El padre dijo que podria utilizar su telefono
para llamar a la policia. Si?
Podria utilizar su telefono, por favor?
Let go! Hey!
Ay! Padre, me ataco!
Padre! Padre!
Paul: All right. Bring us alongside.
Paul: Howard, Vicki, I'm back.
Howard?
Vicki?
Howard?
Your friends?
La senorita goes to find the police.
Where?
In Santiago. 50 kilometers.
No police in Imboca.
She says to go to hotel.
She come one hour.
What hotel?
I'm supposed to meet someone here.
A woman.
Senorita.
No?
Senorita?
Just give me a room till she gets back.
Roomo...
pleaso?
Room, por favor.
Muchos dias.
Uh... it's upstairs? The room?
I--
upstairso?
Receptionist: Esta eiqui.
Puxeno no habitacion.
Dixenle que agarde.
( hangs up phone )
( creaking )
Oh!
I don't fucking think so.
What the fuck?!
Barbara?
I'm so glad you're back.
( distant shouting )
What the--
( speaking in distorted voice )
What?
Come on.
( voices approaching )
Oh shit!
Come on.
Can I help you?
( growling )
Oh, fuck!
( growling gets louder )
Aaaah!
Oh man!
( honking )
Woman: E Xavier! Xavier foise. Esta no secadeiro.
Man: No secadeiro, ben. A que esperades.
Paul: Oh no.
- ( door opens ) - ( people talking )
( men whispering )
Oh my God! Howard!
( man screeches )
Stay away.
( crowd screams )
( both scream )
Axuda! Axuda! Axuda!
Shut up!
Paul: What's the matter with you people? Why are you doing this?
( creature growling )
You're going to help me.
And you won't make a sound. Silencio, understand?
Understand? Huh?
Okay. No hurt.
- Why did they kill my friends? - They take his face.
They kill you. Take your face.
There was a woman on the boat.
She dead.
Two women dead.
Two women?
Si. One from the boat,
one comes with you to la iglesia.
The woman who came with me to the church, she's dead?
Si.
They kill.
- How do you know? Are you sure? - I see them kill.
The women...
they die.
No one leave Imboca.
People come...
no one leave.
Why? What--
why try to kill us? What did we do?
You think Ezequiel is loco.
But I tell you true.
I tell you secret.
Secret of Imboca.
Long before...
Imboca no like now.
Imboca pueblo de Cristo.
Town of God.
I am boy...
son of fisherman.
But no fish in ocean.
So, we pray.
But God, he no answer.
Then come... Capitan Combarro.
He say in great Pacific Ocean,
discover gold.
He say people fools.
Pray to God who no answer prayer.
He say he know God who bring fish...
and more.
Priest say no,
but capitan say...
he bring great God to Imboca.
I hear first time...
new prayer.
"Ia! Ia!
Cthulhu fhtagn!"
I wish I never hear.
I wish I never see.
Soon, Imboca rich.
There is much fish,
and much gold.
Gold from the sea.
People go against God.
No worship Cristo.
All worship Dagon.
Or die.
All Imboca pray to Dagon.
But one day, no more gold.
Dagon want sacrifice.
All worship Dagon...
or die.