My name is Michael Anderson...
I'm not what you'd call a Rhodes Scholar
I don't have much in the way of philosophy either...
but I know one thing...
In this world, you have to pay as you go.
Sometimes, all you have.
That's a lesson I thought I learned nine years ago
during what folks in these parts call the Storm of the Century...
but I was wrong.
I only started learning during the Big Blow.
I finished just last week.
I grew up in Maine...
but in a way I never really lived in Maine...
I think anyone from my part of the world would say the same.
Folks from Little Tall send their taxes to Augusta same as other folks...
and we got either a lobster or a loon on our license plates
same as other folks...
We root for the University of Maine's teams,
especially the women's basketball team,
same as other folks.
- Hey, Sonny, you forgot one. - One for the pot for good luck!
Better double it, Sonny, the weatherman says it's comin' on.
Seen 'em come in every winter, they howl in and howl out...
July always comes.
Still, they say this one's gonna be something special.
But we ain't the same. Out on the islands is different.
We pull together when we have to.
- We'll get through her. - Yeh, like always.
When you mind the swell, you mind the boat.
What's a Frenchman like you know?
And we can keep a secret when we have to...
we kept our share back in 1 989.
And the people who live there keep them still.
I know. I stay in touch.
I got all my canned goods now...
You wouldn't think there was a big storm coming, would you?
I just pray we don't lose the power.
Radio says it's gonna snow a bitch.
Easy, Ferd. It's just a cap of snow.
Trouble don't cross the reach, ain't that why we live here?
Yeah... Well, if we get in trouble, we're in trouble.
This is the storm that's caused fifteen deaths...
as it crossed the Great Plains and the Midwest...
Folks, here comes trouble...
this is a very atypical storm, almost a winter hurricane...
the sort that paralyzed the East Coast
and buried Boston back in 1 976...
The first person to see Andre Linoge was Martha Clarendon.
He was also the last person she ever saw.
We haven't seen a storm of comparable power until now.
Will it gives us a break and stay out to sea?
Unfortunately the storm track computer says no.
Oh, my!
Look at this!
The systems will collide over Maine...
Oh, dear!
Hurricane-force winds, phenomenal amounts of snow...
add region-wide blackouts...
Oh, dear... dear!
We sometimes over use the phrase 'Storm of the Century,'
but if these two storms converge...
the phrase will be no exaggeration.
Next we'll talk about storm preparation,
no panic here, just practicalities.
When they tell you the world's coming to an end,
they want to sell you cereal.
When they tell you not to panic, it's serious.
Oh, hold on!
I'm getting there as fast as I can!
I broke my hip last summer, and I'm slow as cold molasses.
Can I help you?
'Born in lust, turn to dust.'
- I beg you pardon? - 'Born in sin, Come on in.'
'I'm a little teapot, short and stout...
here is my handle, here is my spout...
when I get all steamed up, here me shout...
just tip me over and pour me out.'
...is it the Punishments of God?
...do it now, before it's too late.
Don't forget the bean supper next Wednesday-week, Michael...
I'll need every deacon I can lay my hands on!
I'll be there, if we can get through the next three days.
I'm sure we will, God takes care of his own.
Aren't there any pork chops? I thought you'd have pork chops.
There you go!
Ground chuck's too dear! Don't you have hamburger?
Right here! Okay folks, listen, it's a storm, that's all...
We've gotten through plenty of these before...
we'll get through plenty after, so everyone calm down!
Stop acting like mainlanders!
Don't be smart, Mike Anderson!
No, Mrs. St. Pierre, I won't be smart.
Yeah? Hold on just a second.
Hey, Mike, you got a call, it's your wife...
she's gotta little problem at the day-care center.
Uh-oh! Is she hot under the collar?
How do I know where she's hot, she's your wife!
Hatch, wanna take over for me?
Yo, Mike, can I borrow your whip and chair?
Better go see about that, huh, Mike?
Hey, Moll, What's up?
I got a little problem, can you come?
I got a little problem of my own, what's yours?
Pippa got her head stuck!
Pippa, can I have your bread if you're not gonna eat it?
No-ooo-oo!
Pippa, honey, hold still! Annie, keep her calm.
- Pippa? What about Pippa? - Please, quiet!
The last thing I want is Alton Hatcher down on me.
Something about Pippa.
It's too late, babe... What's up?
Pippa's got her head stuck in the stairs...
It's not serious, but...
I can't deal with a big storm and a crazed daddy all in the same day.
If Hatch comes, you be with him.
- All right, I'll be down. - What about Pippa?
She's got a little stuck-itis. Let's go see.
How upset did she sound, Mike?
About point five on the scale from one to ten. Don't worry.
This is gonna be one bad mother of a storm.
Mike and your daddy will be here and Mike will get you out.
- I'm hungry! - Can I feed her, Mrs. Anderson?
I fed a monkey once at the Bangor Fair.
I'm not a monkey, Harry!
Look you guys, I'm a monkey! Oooh-ooh!
I am not a monkey!
All right, kids, stop it. It's making Pippa sad!
Don, you stop! It's mean!
Don, you need to stop right now!
Daddy!
Pippa! Hold still, you'll yank your ears right off your head.
Pippa got her head stuck, Don won't stop bein' a monkey.
Mr. Anderson, I stopped bein' a monkey as soon as she said!
That's great, Sally! I gotta put you down, Ralphie!
Ow! Hey, why'd you do that?
For actin' smart.
I ain't afraid of you, my dad's the town manager...
he pays your salary.
Pushers get pushed, Donnie Beals...
You remember that. It's a true fact of this sad life...
Pushers get pushed.
- Honey, why'd you do this? - Heidi St. Pierre dared me.
What happened, darlin'?
It was easy goin' out, but now I can't get back in!
I think my head must be bigger on this side!
It is, but you know what I'm gonna do?
I'm gonna make it smaller. You know how?
No! How?
I'm gonna push your smaller button.
Then you're head'll get smaller and it'll slide out
just as easily as it slid in. Understand, Pippa?
I'm gonna push your button now, okay? You ready?
- Uh-huh. - Close your eyes.
Here we go... BEEP!
Okay, your head's getting smaller,
pull it out before it gets big, there you go!
Thanks, boss.
- Thank you, really. - No problem.
I'm sorry if I called at a bad time...
I saw her head like that and couldn't get it out, I freaked.
You needed a break anyway.
- The smaller button, huh? - Everyone's got one.
Davey Hopewell, in transition... He avoids the press...
Stockton tries to steal the ball, but he doesn't have a chance.
It's Davey Hopewell at the top of the key,
Clock running out...
Davey Hopewell's the Celtics' only hope...
He shakes, he bakes, he...
The jetstream has taken a pattern which is very typical
for this time of year. The upper flow is stronger than usual...
Mrs. Clarendon? Are you okay?
Mrs. Clarendon?
It's Davey. Davey Hopewell?
Are you all right?
Hello? Anybody here?
Forget the NBA, Davey.
You'll never even play first string in high school.
You're slow...
You're a dwarf!
Why don't you come in here, I'll do you a favor...
save you a lot of grief.
No! Help! Help! Help!
Somebody killed Mrs. Clarendon!
Help, somebody, help! Mrs. Clarendon's dead! Help!
He shoots...
He scores.
Help! Please!
Help, somebody, help! Somebody, please!
Get help! Help, please!
David Hopewell!
What are you doing, running down the road
making a spectacle of yourself?
Someone killed Mrs. Clarendon!
That's nonsense, what are you talking about?
There's blood everywhere, and one of her eyes is out!
- Davey, just calm down... - It's on her cheek...!
Mrs. Kingsbury, look after him, give him some hot tea...
better yet, some whiskey if you have any.
You gonna tell Mike Anderson?
Not until I've had a look first.
There's more than one thing that a town manager can do.
You want help, Robbie Beals?
That won't be necessary, George. I'll be fine.
Careful, Mr. Beals. I think the guy's still inside.
- Wanna come in? - Nah, I'm fine.
Hey, boss?
Thanks for seein' after my little girl.
My pleasure.
We haven't heard any more than you have...
Not the memorial bell, not with the winds we're having...
It'll be the siren, if it comes to that.
Two shorts, and one long, that's right.
...Mike Anderson, of course.
Those are the decisions we pay him to make, aren't they?
Yeah, I'll say hello to Peter for ya.
Thanks for calling, Betty.
Tough day, huh?
Betty Soames thinks we have access to some secret forecast.
Some kind of Jeanne Dixon psychic weather forecast?
I guess, yeah...
Urse, have most people in town seen this stuff?
If they're not blind, they have. Y'need to relax, Mike Anderson.
How's little Pippa Hatcher?
- Whoa, that was fast! - No secrets on the island!
She's fine, she got her head stuck in the stairs.
Her dad's in the car doin' homework for the big blow of '89.
Just like Alton and Melinda Hatcher's daughter...perfect.
People know this one's bad, Mike.
If they hear the siren, they'll come. You needn't worry.
You came to see the emergency shelter setup, didn't you?
Thought it might not be a bad idea.
We can handle 300 for 3 days, 150 for a week...
If what I'm hearin' on the radio is right, we may have to.
When life hands you lemons we can help you make lemonade...
...Stick it to them, before they stick it to you.
Anybody here?
You may have thousands of dollars waiting for you...
Oh my God...
- Good? - You know it is.
How's the supply closet?
Full, just like you wanted. Concentrates, mostly...
Pour the water over the powder and gag it down...
But nobody will starve.
- You do all this yourself? - Me and Pete's sister, Tavia...
'Be discreet,' you said. 'Don't panic anyone.'
That's what I said...
So how many people know we're stocked for World War lll?
Everyone.
Who are you?
'Born in sin, Come on in.'
You were with a whore in Boston when your mother died.
Ma was in that old nursing home they tore down last fall.
The one with the rats in the pantry, right?
She choked to death calling your name. Isn't that sweet?
But that's all right, Robbie...
She's waiting for you in hell, and she's turned cannibal...
When you get there, she's going to eat you alive...
Over and over and over again...
That's what hell is all about, Robbie...Repetition.
I think in our hearts, most of us know that.
Catch!
Oh!
Let's check the area to be most affected by the storm...
The forecast calls for destruction tonight...
death tomorrow... and Armageddon by the weekend.
This could be the end of life as we know it.
Seems unlikely, but we can always hope.
This is Robbie Beals for Constable Anderson...
...this is an emergency!
Come back, damn it, Anderson! We got a murder down here...
Martha Clarendon's been beaten to death...
...the man who did this is still in the house!
Come back, Anderson... Can you hear me?
He's always around when it comes to unwanted advice, where is he?
lsn't there anybody listening on this thing?
- Anderson! - Robbie, This is Tess Marchant.
I don't want you, I want Anderson!
I can't do his job and mine as well!
He had an emergency at home. Alton went with him.
What do you mean, emergency at home...
There's an emergency right here!
There's a woman murdered...
We got a lunatic in Martha Clarendon's living room!
What's he talking about? Who's murdered?
Martha, he says.
Robbie, I'm here. Just a minute.
You folks, back off now. Gimme a little privacy.
You pay me 6,000 a year to be constable, let me do the job you pay me for.
Where are you, Robbie, come back?
Where am l? I'm at Martha Clarendon's house!
Where do you think I am?
I'm keeping the man inside at bay.
Now you get your ass down here!
Let's take another ride, all right?
You and Kat mind the store.
All right, folks, stay here and finish your shopping...
There's nothing that you can do down on Atlantic Avenue.
Snow's early.
Look at the mainland... Can't see over there no more...
It's time to get in while you can.
Can't even see the reach no more...
Time to head down to the Town Hall...
Whether you've heard the siren or not.
- Want the shotgun? - Yep, better have it.
Just make sure that safety's on, Alton Hatcher.
Well, it's about time!
- Put that thing away! - No such thing, constable...
you do your job, and I'll do mine.
Your job is real estate. Wanna at least lower it, please?
C'mon, Robbie, it's in my face, and I know it's loaded.
All right, what happened?
I was driving to the Town Office...
I saw Davey Hopewell running down the street, screaming
that Martha Clarendon's dead, and that somebody killed her!
I came down here, and it's true...
she's...awful.
The one that did it is still inside?
He spoke to me.
What did he say?
He told me to get out...
He said, 'You get out or I'll kill you too!' I don't know!
This isn't the time for an interrogation!
What did he look like?
I barely got a look at him.
Hatch, you stay at my left, keep the barrel of that gun
pointed toward the ground.
Leave that safety on until I tell you to take it off.
And you, you stay exactly where you are, please.
You're the constable.
I'd be careful if I was you!
Even if there is a guy, he's probably gone by now.
She ain't got but a five-foot garden fence.
...Order now, while you still have time...
Oh, my God...Oh, God. Mike, she's got no face left!
...Oh...God...
Hatch, are you gonna be all right? Hatch?
Because if you're not, I want you to hand me that 1 2 gauge...
-...and go back out to Robbie. - I'm okay.
- Are you sure? - Aye.
Freeze! !
Raise your hands!
Up over the chair. I wanna see them clear as day!
You got two guns pointed at you!
One of them's a scatter!
Put your hands together.
Robbie...
- What happened to Martha? - Just stand back!
This is under control!
If he moves, shoot him.
Aye.
If he shoots, he'll get us both.
That thing's still loaded with buckshot.
Also... he's still got the safety on.
But you remembered to wear gloves.
That was good.
On your feet.
Hatch, close the door.
Is that wise? This bein' a crime scene and all...
you think we should leave things the way they are?
Leave the door open...
the crime scene's gonna be under six feet of fresh powder.
Hold on!
What's your name?
Andre Linoge.
All right, let's go.
Pip, you sure you're all right?
Don Beals hurt my feelings, but they're better now.
I'm sorry I had to call you early, guys.
That's okay. The radio says they're gonna keep
the bigger kids over in Machais at least tonight.
The reach is too choppy to send them back by waterbus.
- Mommy, I'm cold - Of course you are!
You'll warm up in the car. Are there more?
No, Buster and Pip were the last.
Pippa, you had quite an adventure today, didn't you?
Yeah.
Good to see you, Melinda. Take care.
You too.'Bye.
And thank you for being such a good helper today, Buster.
Okay.
We'll see you Monday, if the roads are open!
Wave her 'bye, Buster.
- You drive safely, Angie.'Bye. - 'Bye!
Hello?
There you are, I've been trying to reach you for ten minutes.
I've been on the porch handing kids over to their parents.
I sent them home early. What's up, Katrina?
I don't want you to be scared,
but we got word there's been a murder on the island.
Martha Clarendon. Mike and Hatch just went over there.
Are you sure?
I'm not really sure about anything right now...
This place has been a madhouse all day...
They went over there and Mike wanted me to call you
just to let you know that everything's under control.
- Is it? - Yeah...Probably.
Anyway, he wanted me to call you before anyone else did.
So, if you see Melinda Hatcher...
She just left with Angie Carver, they're carpooling...
you can reach them at home in 1 5 minutes or so...
But you better make that 20.
There's no chance that this is a joke or a prank?
No. Robbie Beals called it in,
he doesn't exactly do humor, you know?
Yeah, I know.
He said the person who did this might still be there.
I don't know if Mike would want me to tell you that,
but I thought you had the right to know.
Molly?
I'm coming down to the store...
If Mike gets there before I do, you tell him to stay put.
- I don't think he'd... - Thanks, Kat.
Hey, Ralphie, honey! Let's go to the market and see your daddy.
- What do you say? - Daddy! Yay!
Yay! Let's get you dressed.
What, are you gonna put him in there?
Not unless you wanna get in the back seat and baby-sit.
Get in there, Mister.
Put that down!
Remember what I said, Robbie... Hell is repetition!
He talks a lot of nonsense!
I think he's crazy!
How'd he know your name? Did you tell him?
I don't know...but no sane person would hurt Martha.
I'll come to the store and help clear this up.
We're gonna have to get in touch with the State Police!
Robbie, I know this goes against your grain...
but you're going to have to let me handle this!
I am the town manager, I've got responsibilities!
So do l, and they're clearly divided in the town charter!
Ursula needs you a lot more at the Town Hall than...
I need you at the constable's. Come on, Hatch.
You're getting a little big for your britches!
The store! Yay!
'Yay' is right.
Mommy, are you feeling all right?
I'm fine, honey.
- What're we gonna do with him? - Keep your voice down!
We'll have to try and raise the State Police barracks.
Robbie was right about that much...
But what are the chances they'll take him off our hands in this?
Hatch...
When we were in the hall, I heard the TV on, did you?
At first, yeah. The weather. Then the guy must've...
But it was busted, busted all to hell and gone...
He didn't do it while we were in the hallway either...
You bust a TV picture tube, it makes a sound, like BOOF!
We would have heard it.
Must have been the radio...
- Safety off? - Yeah.
Up top.
Step out, come up on the dock.
Shoot!
Snapped off...
Must be the cold.
Anybody in there?
All right, never mind. Open it from the other side.
Want me to leave you out here alone with him?
Unless you see Superman hanging out in the alley...
Maybe we could bring him around the front?
Through the store? With everyone doing their storm shopping?
I don't think so. Go on, now.
What happened, Beals? Is Martha really dead?
She's dead, all right.
- You haven't heard from them? - I haven't heard from them.
Hatch!
- Hi, Molly. - Where's Mike, is he all right?
He's out back with the prisoner, I have to let him in.
Is he a local?
I never saw him before in my life.
What are they doin' out back?
Give me what I want and I'll go away.
What is it you want?
- Uh, Mike? - Hurry up, it's freezing!
It won't open, it's stuck!
Did you unlock it?
Of course I did.
Then whale on it! Probably ice stuck in the jamb.
Here, let me.
Anderson! You're gonna have to take him through the store.
- Hatch, come around. Alone. - Right there.
Remember what I said, Mr. Anderson...
And when the time comes, we'll talk.
Go on.
Hold up. Go ahead, Hatch.
Mike wants you folks to move back on both sides...
no one in Aisle Two.
We got us a bad guy and we can't bring him in through the back
like we'd like to, so move back, give us some room.
- Why'd he kill her? - Could you move back, Pete...
Mike's been out in the snow, and his feet are pretty cold.
We'll all feel better once we get this guy locked up...
Just move back and give us a clear way up the second aisle.
Aye...
Not one wrong move, Mr. Linoge...
You mind me, now.
Mike?
Straight down the aisle. Nowhere else.
C'mon, let's go.
Peter Godsoe!
My favorite seafood wholesaler with my favorite politician.
How's the fish business? Not so good, is it?
Lucky you've got the marijuana business to fall back on.
How many bales have you got in the warehouse now? Ten?
Twenty? Forty? Be sure you got it wrapped good, Pete...
There's gonna be a hell of a surge when the tide comes high!
C'mon, move!
Kat Withers! You're lookin' well!
Why not? It's an in-office procedure, nothin' to it.
I don't suppose you've told your folks yet...or Billy.
Move...
or I'll move ya.
My advice would be to go ahead.
What's a little scrape between friends these days?
Ralphie...?
Mama, can I have...
Put him down! !
Or...?
- I know you! - You do?
You're Ralph Emerick Anderson.
- And I know something else... - What?
You've got a fairy saddle on your nose!
That's what my daddy calls it!
You bet. Speaking of your daddy...
Why are you wearing those?
Because I choose to. Go on, go see your dad.
- Get him out of here! - Ralphie! Mike!
Get him outta here! !
Don't shoot him, Daddy... He knows about the fairy saddle!
I'm not gonna shoot him if he goes where he's supposed to.
What do you know about Katrina? How do you know?!
Are you crazy?! Gat away from him!
This man's a killer!
Stay out of his way, Billy Soames...
- Stay out of mine, too. - Also, clean yourself up.
Billy...?
Leave me alone!
Before he gets too self-righteous, Katrina...
ask him how well he knows Jenna Freeman.
What do you know about my sister?
That horses aren't all she enjoys riding
when the weather's hot. Right, Billy?
Keep away from this man, all of you!
I don't like the sound of that.
Move, Mr. Linoge.
Put your hands up... grab the bars.
Now, spread your legs...
Wider.
I'm gonna pat you down.
If you move, my friend Alton will save us a lot of trouble...
Don't even twitch, Mr. Linoge.
You put your filthy hands on my son...
so don't you so much as twitch.
All right, where's your wallet?
Where's your wallet, huh?
Mike, take it easy.
He put his hands on my son... Put his face in my son's face...
Kissed my son's nose. Don't tell me to take it easy.
Where's your wallet, sir?
WHERE'S YOUR WALLET?!
- Where's your bankcard... - Mike...
- Where's your blood-donor card? - Mike...!
Where's your Discount Card from Value Mart?
What sewer did you crawl through to get here? Answer me! !
Where's your wallet?! WHERE'S YOUR WALLET?!
Stop it! Stop it! Mike, what are you doing?
Take your boots off.
I'll have to let go of the bars to do that.
They lace up.
If you move, you'll never have constipation problems again!
Kick 'em off.
- Nothing. - Put 'em over by the desk.
Step into the cell, Mr. Linoge.
Move slowly, keep your hands where I can see 'em.
You don't think it'll hold you?
It'll hold you.
I...I swear, Mike. It wouldn't budge.
Don't touch that! !
Did you check to see if he has any identification on him?
- I want you out of here. - I wanna tell you, Anderson...
Your sense of humor is entirely not funny.
I don't have the time or patience for this...
Now, you get out, or I'll throw you out!
Come Town Meeting,
we're gonna have a change in law enforcement on Little Tall.
Town Meeting's in March, this is February...
now get the hell out!
I think I handled that well, don't you?
Like a diplomat.
- I gotta tell Molly... - You're gonna leave me alone?
You try to raise the State Police in Machais.
- And keep away from him. - You can count on that.
Come back. Are you there? Do you read me, Machais?
We've lost contact with the mainland.
- Peter Godsoe, Peter? - Mike, what that fellow said...
it's the biggest crock of stuff I ever heard.
Yeah. Look, I want you to go back there with Hatch...
We're gonna watch this guy, with the buddy system.
Sure, okay, you bet.
I have to close the store. Take what you've got...
I trust you to settle up after the storm.
Right now I've got a prisoner to deal with.
Did that man really kill poor old Martha?
In time, we'll have the whole story, but not now.
Please, all of you, please, just help me do my job.
I want a few of you men to hang around for a couple minutes...
Kirk Freeman, Jack Carver...
Sonny Brautigan, Johnny Harriman, Billy...
uh, Robbie...
Machais, this is Alton Hatcher on Little Tall...
We have a police emergency here! Do you read, Machais?
Machais, this is Alton Hatcher, Channel one-nine, do you read?
They don't. You lost your good antenna off the roof.
Try the phone.
Better take the truck, won't get 300 yards in the car...
Never seen it come down so hard and fast.
Billy, would you give Molly a hand with the carseat?
- Sure, Mike. - I'll take the service truck...
and get a lift when I get things squared away.
I've gotta go back to Martha's, long enough to get it secured.
Be careful.
No?...It was a long shot.
You don't really have a load of Panama Red
behind your lobster traps, do ya Pete?
Mommy, the island won't blow away, will it?
No, honey, of course not.
- C'mon, honey... - Mike was right...
You'd never make it in your car. Drive safe, Molly.
Thanks, Billy.
We'll be home soon.
Aww, damn!
- Hey, look at him! - What?
- l, uh...
...nothing.
You been smokin' too much of what you been sellin', Pete.
Hey, shut up, Hatch.
You don't talk about what you don't understand.
Hey, Pete.
I was out of line there.
Yeah.
Way out.
What are you looking at?
Gonna be all right? I can give you a lift home.
It's the wrong direction.
I'm only six houses down as you well know.
Don't baby me.
Come on, let's get the other one.
Mike.
Do you have any idea why he came here?
Why he'd want to kill Martha?
No.
Why don't you go on home, Tess?
I'll lock up.
- Everything ok? - Reasonably ok.
I couldn't raise the State Police in Machais.
Couldn't raise anybody.
Well, that doesn't really surprise me.
All right, here's the duty roster, Hatch.
You and Peter until 8:00 pm.
Kirk and Jack 8:00 pm until midnight.
Robbie and Sonny midnight to 4:00 am...
Billy and Johnny 4:00 am until 8:00 in the morning.
After that, we'll figure something else out.
You ok with that?
- Yeah. - Yeah, fine.
All right, now. You stay alert. Both of you.
Later on we're going to have that talk you wanted, sir.
Hey, Mike.
What do we do with him if Ursula and Robbie
blow the town whistle and bring everybody in?
We can't very well put him in the Town Hall basement
with a blanket and a cup of chowder.
I don't know. Stay here with him, I guess.
Well, what if he blows away?
You want to go home, Pete?
No.
I'm so sorry, old girl.
What was that?
Tree. Robichaux's backyard from the sound.
Hope it didn't hit their porch.
Jack, do you have to go back to the store today?
Yeah.
Daddy's going to guard the bad guy
and make sure he doesn't get away in a plane.
That's right, big guy. It's a bad situation, hon.
Everybody's got to do their part.
Besides, I'll be with Kirk. It's the buddy system.
If you hear the whistle, you just take Buster and go.
Hell, go before then if you get nervous.
Bundle up, take the snowmobile.
- Are you sure? - Fact is, the earlier you go...
the better choice of beds you and Buster are apt to have.
People are headed that way already. I seen the lights.
Now you be here or there when my watch is over.
It don't matter. I'll find you.
Hey, Pete. What do you suppose this one is?
Yodeler's perch. Three letters.
Alp.
Of course it is.
This is a great program.
I'll let you try it later on if you want.
Sure.
Hop on up.
All right?
- Are you ok, Mother? - Fine.
As the flowers in May.
What about you, Jo?
I'll make it.
Ok, Tess.
...It's getting pretty bad up there.
...Have you got her prescriptions with you?
...Sign in, everyone. We have to know who is here...
so please sign in before you go downstairs.
-...What did he say? - What could he say?
Everybody down at Casco Bay knows that Peter Godsoe
wholesales nine pounds of pot for every pound of lobster.
Can't say I blame him.
Got a house full of women to support.
The question is, Robbie, how did that fellow know?
Likely in business together.
Why would a fellow want to kill a harmless old lady
like Martha Clarendon unless he's high on drugs?
You tell me that, Judge Kirby.
That doesn't explain how he could know that
Cat Withers was up in Derry for an abortion.
Are there any more blankets?
Robbie Beals, Henry Bright,
you boys think you could go downstairs
and bring up some more blankets out of the back storeroom,
or aren't you far enough along with your politicking yet?
What's the matter, Ursula?
All this a little too much for you, dear?
Isn't it about time to blow the whistle and bring them in?
Looks like enough of them have come in on their own.
The rest can ride it out just fine.
This is a bunch of foolishness as far as I'm concerned.
Do you think our grandparents got together at Town Hall
like a bunch of cavepeople scared of the lightning?
No, they used the Methodist church.
I've got a picture I could show you. The storm of '27.
I can point out your grandad in it if you want.
Looks like he's stirring a pot of soup.
Nice to know there was at least one fellow in your family
that knew how to pitch in.
Come on, Robbie.
Sign in before you go downstairs, folks.
Room enough for everybody, but we need to know who we have.
Hey, Ursula. Have you seen Mike?
No. But I'll be able to catch his car radio if he calls in.
It's not good for much else tonight anyway.
Hey, take off your coat, pitch in.
- How's it going? - We're having a ball.
- Hey, Ralphie. - Hi.
Got to use the can.
You want a cold drink or a coffee there, Pete?
Peter?
Earth to Peter.
What?
I asked if you wanted a soda or a coffee.
Oh, no.
Thanks, though.
Are you all right?
Yeah, l, uh...
...was battening down for the storm all day...
I guess I'm almost asleep with my eyes open.
- Sorry. - Hang in there.
Jack Carver and Kirk Freeman should be here in 20 minutes.
Lloyd.
Lloyd, you've got to see this.
It's going to take Godsoe's.
Lloyd.
Lloyd, it's going to take the whole dock.
Lloyd, you better get out here...
if you want to see something you ain't never going to see again.
It's a going.
Lloyd, Lloyd, get out here.
Pete?
My sainted hat.
Lloyd.
Hey Peter, are you ok? I heard...
Lloyd, where the hell are you?
Did you got to sleep or...?
- What is it? - It's Godsoe's.
Robbie, it's Godsoe's. It's gone.
- What do you mean it's gone? - The whole thing. It's gone.
- What happened? - I don't know.
Ursula, blow the whistle.
Sweet Jesus.
Out of my way.
Say, Ferd. Where's the fire?
You.
What are you looking at?
Did you make him do that somehow?
Did you make him write that note, hang himself?
Did you?
Evening sessions now?
It's sort of fun.
When they all finally fall asleep, I intend to
track down the nearest alcoholic beverage and make it disappear.
I just went out to use the can and get a fresh coffee.
He was fine back then.
Oh, God.
He...he...he was looking at him.
Like a snake looking at a bird.
What did you do to him?
Goodnight, champ.
Very good, Pippa, do you want to see?
Hey look, you guys.
Hurray.
I want to be next.
Is it your turn, Donnie?
All right.
Donnie.
- Do you want one of these? - Yeah.
Lloyd Wishman's dead.
He's dead.
Where's Mike Anderson? Lloyd killed himself.
He chopped his face right in two with an axe.
It's awful, there's blood everywhere. Where's Mike?
Hatch. Help me get him down.
I don't know as I can do that.
You can.
Let me out and I'll help you, Michael Anderson.
God, it's awful. Robbie...
Robbie...Lloyd, he...
knocked his own brains out.
And he wrote something on the side of the pumper...
Get a hold of yourself, Ferd. Get a damn grip.
Why would Lloyd cut his head in two, Robbie?
He was going to get married come spring.
Right on time, by God.
Storm or no storm...
Mike, who is that?
Peter Godsoe. I recognize the boots.
Come in Mike An...
...Town Hall...
...emergency...
Ursula, say again. Say again please, and go slow.
The antenna's snapped off, I can barely pick you up.
Now what's your emergency, over?
Hatch, go see if you can raise her on the lsland Services CB.
Find out what her problem is, then come right back.
Hey, you sure you're going to be ok?
He's locked up, isn't he?
Mike, do you have any idea what's going on here?
What in God's name is happening?
I'll be damned if I know.
Mike, are you there?
Can't you get him?
Wind's knocked the damned antennas over.
Ursula, this is Hatch. Do you read me? Come back.
I'm here, I read you.
Are you getting me, Alton Hatcher?
You're breaking up some, but it's better than it was before.
What's the problem?
Ferd Andrews says Lloyd Wishman has killed himself.
Oh, God.
Only it doesn't sound like any suicide I've ever heard of.
Ferd says Lloyd cut his own head open with an axe.
Robbie Beals and Henry Bright have gone over there.
To investigate, Robbie says.
And you let them go there? Come back.
There was no way to stop Robbie.
He practically shanghaied my husband. And somebody could be there.
Where's Mike? I want to talk to Mike.
Well, I'm calling from the truck.
Mike is inside with the man who...
...with the prisoner.
Well, you just have to send him down there.
Well, we've got a little bit of a situation over here.
Is Mike all right? Hatch, you come back and you tell me.
He's fine, Moll. That's a big 1 0-4.
I've got to go. I'll pass on the message.
This is lsland Services. Out.
Oh, God.
Look, I don't know about this, Robbie.
What, you want to wait for Anderson on a night like this?
Somebody's got to take charge
and we happen to be the ones on the scene.
Now, Come on.
Don't go over there.
Ursula said Lloyd Wishman's dead over at the firehouse.
Dead? What about Ferd?
Ferd's the one who found him. He said it was suicide.
I think Ursula's afraid it might be murder.
Robbie Beals took Henry Bright over there to investigate.
The road's still passable? What do you think?
With a four-wheel drive, yeah. Probably until midnight.
After that...
All right, take Kirk and go on over to the fire station.
Keep your eyes open, be careful.
Find Robbie and Henry, lock the place up and bring 'em back.
We can keep an eye on our new pal...
...can't we, Jack?
I don't know as that's such a good idea...
Maybe not, but right now it's the only idea.
Sorry, but that's the way it is.
I saw it.
What?
I thought you said to stay away.
If he grabs me, I want you to shoot him.
There's a gun right there on the desk.
There he is.
Get out of the way, Hatcher.
If you want to talk, follow us back to Town Hall.
Mike sent me. He wants you down at the Constable's.
- Henry, you too. - No.
We've got wives and children waiting for us at Town Hall.
If Michael wants either of us to take a watch later, fine.
- But right now... - Lloyd Wishman's dead.
And something's written on the side of a fire truck.
If it's a suicide note it's the weirdest one I've ever heard of.
Come on, let's go. This is no place for a discussion.
I agree, let's have our discussion at the Town Hall...
where we don't have to scream our heads off.
Peter Godsoe's dead.
- Peter Godsoe? - Yeah. Hung himself.
He also left a weird suicide note.
Mike told me to come get you, and that's what I've come to do.
Now you Come on back and follow us to the store.
I don't want to hear any more sass about it.
Peter Godsoe, my God in heaven, why?
I don't know. But Ursula doesn't know anything about it.
We haven't been able to get through.
Now I can't make you pitch in and help if you don't want to.
But I can make sure when this is over
that people know that you were asked and you said no.
- I'll go, Hatch. - Thanks, Henry.
All right. Let's go if we're going.
- Did you lock up? - Of course I did.
What do you think I am, a darn fool?
Hatch?
Can you raise the Town Hall on the CB...
tell Carla and Sandy we're ok?
I'll try it again.
Ursula?
...this is Hatch. Come back.
Hey, everyone just back off and give Ursula a little space here.
If we hear anything, we'll let you know.
Move back. Go on, move back.
If you don't have anything else to do, go on downstairs
and watch the storm on the weather network.
You're weak, but I've got you, Hatch.
Talk slow and loud. Come back on.
Robbie and Henry are fine.
Just thought you might want to know that.
Is Lloyd Wishman really dead, Hatch?
Ursula, I don't have all the details on that yet.
Tell Sandy and Carla that their boys will be a while longer.
Mike wants them over at the store for a while. Come back.
Why the store? Is that man locked up?
You boys be careful.
Ursula, I can't hear you. You're breaking up.
I'll have to try it back a little bit later.
This is lsland Services. Out.
Hell, I don't know what to tell her.
Let Mike tell her. That's his job.
That's what they pay him for.
Yeah.
Where is your cane?
You had a cane.
I know you do. Where is it?
Sir, how did you get to Little Tall lsland?
Give me what I want, and I'll go away.
I saw that. At Martha Clarendon's house.
Did you write that?
You did, didn't you?
And just what is it you want, sir?
Andre Linoge. I take it you're French.
There are a lot of people of French descent on the island.
What happened to Peter? Did you have something to do with that?
How did you know he was running pot out of his warehouse?
Always assuming he was.
I know a lot, constable.
I know that when you were at the University of Maine...
and in danger of losing your scholarship
over a D in chemistry during your sophomore year...
you cheated on the midterm exam.
Not even your wife knows that, does she?
I don't know where you get your information...
but you are dead wrong on that one.
I'm sure that over the years you've convinced yourself
that's the truth, but right now, we both know better.
You ought to tell Ralphie sometime...
It would make a nice bedtime story, I think...
'How Daddy Got Through College.'
You never cheated on an exam in college, did you, Jack?
Never went to college.
Nobody bothers you for pulling D's in high school.
They still put you in jail for assault, though.
If you get caught.
You were lucky last year.
You and Lucien Fournier and Alex Haber.
- Lucky boys. - Shut up!
That fella just rubbed you guys the wrong way, didn't he?
Had kind of a lisp, and that blond hair...
curly like a girl's hair, not to mention the way he walked.
Still, three against one...
with pool cues... Well...Hardly sporting.
I'm warnin' you, mister!
The kid lost an eye, how about that, huh?
You can go see for yourself. He lives in Lewiston.
He wears a paisley eye-patch his sister made him.
He lies awake at night, and listens to the cars
on Lisbon Street, and the live bands from
the bottle clubs, and prays to St. Andrew to bring
back the sight in his left eye. Still...
he had that swishy way of walking. And that lisp.
And you guys kind of liked the way his hair looked
all around his face like it was,
although you'd never say it to each other, wouldja?
- Kind of turned you on. - All right, that's enough!
Kind of made you wonder what it might feel like
to run your hands through it...
Shut up, mister, or I'll shut you up, I swear!
Take it easy, take it easy.
There's another bedtime story for a stormy night...
I can see you in bed with your arm around your
little boy saying, 'Buster, Daddy wants to tell you
how he put the nasty queer man's eye out...'
- All, right, now that's enough! - Shut up! !
Oh, my God. Are you all right?
Mike, I'm sorry, I didn't mean...
Keep a safe distance from him! Didn't I tell you that?
- Where is it... - Get off, Jack!
Is it bad?
Barely clipped the skin. Lucky.
Six inches to the left, I'm dead. He's laughing.
Here.
Mike...Mike...
Mike, no!
Will Mike's insurance cover that, Robbie?
Come on! Let's get inside!
Mike, I'm really sorry.
That's Hatch.
- About what that guy said... - It's all right.
We dragged them all the way.
All right, what's goin' on here?
Robbie, I wish I knew.
We won't blow away, will we?
Like the house of straw and the house of twigs?
No, honey. The storm can huff and puff all night...
we'll still be safe down here in the basement.
- Is Daddy safe? - Yeah. Safe as can be.
He won't let the bad man get out
and hurt us, will he?
No. No, I promise.
My daddy puts me to bed, not you!
Goodnight, sweetie.
Leave me alone! ! Stop it! !
Leave me alone! !
Donnie, come back here...
- Hey, hey! - He's just a little scratchy...
My daddy puts me to bed - not you!
- Donnie... - My daddy, NOT YOU! !
Hey! I want you to go upstairs right now
and wait for your daddy. Now.
I'm sorry Molly, I thought he was ready...
but he's used to having his dad tuck him in.
It's fine. Probably better that he stays up.
I think Buster is still running around...
They can play tag and fall asleep somewhere.
As long as he didn't disturb anybody.
Nah, they're out like lights.
I worry about Donnie sometimes...
I love him, but I worry about him, too.
Sandy, they all go through stages...
Don may have his unlovely moments now...
but in the end, he'll be fine.
I'm gonna leave Robbie in the spring.
I'm gonna take Donnie and go back to my folks on Deer lsle.
I didn't think I'd made up my mind for sure...
but I guess I have.
Oh, Sandy...
- Going to help Billy? - Yes, ma'am.
See if there's any oatmeal on back shelf...
and tell Bllly to remember the juice...
I imagine he don't have any problem
in the juice department. Does he?
Hey, Billy? Can I talk to you?
Yeah, I guess, why not?
- Billy I just... - Is it true what he said?
Let's talk about that. Did you go up Derry
and have an abortion?
Guess that's all the talk we need.
Isn't it? Guess that says it all.
Well, don't you wanna know why?
Not particularly, no.
It was our baby, now it's dead, I guess...
Really, that's all I need to know.
All right, you asked me one, I'll ask you one.
What about Jenna Freeman?
Why do you ask about something you already
know the answer to, Kat?
Maybe to wipe that Little Minister look off your face.
Yeah, I knew!
The biggest tramp on the coast, and you chasing her
like she's on fire, and you wanna put her out!
It wasn't like that at all.
Then what was it like?
Billy, tell me.
I don't understand it, Billy. I never told you no.
Never once did I tell you no, and still...!
God, Billy, how many times a day do you itch?
What about the baby?
The one I had to hear about from a complete stranger...
and in front of half the town?
I knew who you were running with, Billy,
don't you get that?
I mean, how was I supposed to trust you to do the right thing?
I mean, how was I supposed to trust you at all?
Do you know what it's like to find out
that you're pregnant one week...
and that your boyfriend is spending afternoons
with the town pump the next?
That baby was half mine! You decided to go up to Derry...
and you murdered it, and it was half mine, Kat!
Yeah, sure! Now that it's gone, it's half yours.
- Come back Machais, come back! - Mike...
What is that supposed to mean?
It means that I'm not stupid!
I know what you would have thought
if I had come to you while you were still chasing after Jenna
'Little bitch got pregnant so I wouldn't get away.'
So you've done a whole lot of my thinkin' for me too, now, huh?
You obviously haven't been doing much for yourself these days.
What about the baby? The one you that you murdered?
How much thinking did you do for our baby, Kat?
Why don't you do us both a favor...
and get out of here. Just go.
I'm really tired of listening to you.
What's he doin'?
Ohhh. You know what? Dear God...
You're unfaithful, and that's bad...
but you're a coward, and that's worse.
Too chicken to own up to the part of this
that belongs to you.
You know, I came in here because I thought maybe,
I could save us. But there's nothin' to save.
You're just a stupid kid, after all!
What're you doing, sir? You mind telling me?
She's right, you are a coward.
What the hell are you doing?
SHUT UP!
By the step...By the step, by the back step...
- Just the way you like it... - I hope so...
- Take it... - Stop it, Linoge!
I'm a little teapot, short and...
Stout!
Here is my handle, here's my spout!
- Stop it, Linoge! - Hear me shout!
Just tip me over and pour...me...out!
Ohh...
Do you want them back? They were slipping off.
No, thanks, Annie. You can keep them...
I always end up falling asleep listening to Schubert anyway.
Why don't you give Johnny a hand. Johnny?
Without the drift factor, and zero visibility...
Conditions in Bangor are nearly as bad...
What are they saying?
Howl and blast... followed by blast and howl.
Such conditions to continue tomorrow into tomorrow night
when finally, things are supposed to start quieting down.
Power's out from Kitterie to Millinocket.
Coastal communities are cut off, us island guys...forget it.
- Ursula, what's the matter? - I don't know...
I just gotta feelin'... a really Al bad one.
Yeah. Who doesn't? Martha Clarendon's murdered...
Lloyd Wishman kills himself...
storm of the century over us, who doesn't have a bad feeling?
I think it's more than that.
- Did you hear something? - Just the wind.
It sounded like a scream.
That's what the wind sounds like tonight, dear.
- Kat didn't come back, did she? - No, not this way.
I imagine they had things to discuss, Joanna.
My mother always used to say, 'Peep not at a keyhole,
- lest you be vexed.' - It sounded like a scream!
- I find that ridiculous! - Mother, shut up!
When I get these feelings, I trust them.
Over the years I've learned to trust them.
Molly, I think something's happened to Peter.
Why, has somebody come back from the store? Has Mike...?
No, nobody's come in from that end of town...
since eight o'clock... But Mike's all right.
There's nothin' psychic about that part of it...
I picked up a couple of broken transmissions on the radio...
Once it was Hatch, once, I'm sure it was Mike...
Saying what? Talking to who?
With the antennas blown down, It's impossible to tell.
Base unit to base unit, it's just voices.
I imagine they're still tryin' to raise the Staties in Machias.
So, you haven't heard from Peter, you can't know...?
Somehow, I do. I do...I know it.
There's a state of snow emergency for Coastal Maine...
Molly, if I can get Lucien Fornier to stop fiddlin'
with that TV and take me to the constable's...
can you mind things here?
Unless the roof falls in, all it amounts to is...
seen' that everything's fine, breakfast is at seven...
we still need folks to serving and clean up after.
The work's mostly done for tonight, thank God.
People have already started goin' to bed.
Okay...Do me a favor, give a message to Mike.
Tell him to set a guard, there are plenty of men -
Have him set a guard and get back here.
Tell him his wife wants to see him.
I'll give him that message, I will.
Kat?
Kat!? What happened?
I covered him up...
He wouldn't want people to see him like this,
so I covered him up.
- You all right, Molly Anderson? - Fine...just fine.
This is going to be one to tell your grandchildren about.
Already is.
I covered him up because I loved him...
I think it was the cane with the wolf's head
that made me do it.
I wouldn't touch it if I were you...
I loved him, and now look... I went and killed him.
I'm a little teapot short and stout...
Here is my handle... here is my spout...
Oh, my God!
Don't you dump me in the snowbank, Lucien Fournier!
No, ma'am!
What's wrong?
Nothing. She's just being grumpy.
Help! Somebody!
Help!
- Joanna, what's wrong? - Billy!
Dead! Back there! Katrina Withers killed him!
- Kat?! - She's sitting in the corner...
I think she tried to tell me
she hit him with a cane.
There's so much blood...
When I left, I think she was singing.
Are you really saying Kat Withers
killed Billy Soames? Are you sure, Joanna?
Are you sure he's dead?
She covered him with a tarp, but I'm sure...
there's so much blood...
We'd better go back and look!
I can't go back there! She's in the corner!
If you could have seen the look on her face!
Lucien, can I drive this thing?
If you take it slow...
I'll take it slow, believe me...
Joanna and I are going to drive downstreet
and talk to Mike Anderson, aren't we, Jo?
You bundle up, now.
Get a couple of guys and go to the supply shed...
and see what's what, okay?
But don't broadcast it and please...be careful.
Ursula, what's goin' on here?
I haven't a clue.
I've never seen anyone throw
a fit like that in my life!
No ID of any kind?
No ID, no money, no wallet...
no keys, no nothin'...
No clothing tags, not even on his blue Jeans.
He's just...here.
That's not all. Did he say anything to you?
Robbie, when you went to Martha's house,
did he say anything that...
that he had no business knowing about?
Robbie...
He did, didn't he?
He said something about my mother...
You don't need to know.
I don't think he's human.
Neither do l.
I don't know what he is.
I'm a little teapot...
short and stout...
Here is my handle...
here is my spout.
C'mon and help me get her inside.
...hear me shout...
That fit he threw...
what was that all about?
Did he have a cane when you saw him?
Yessir... Had a silver wolf's head
on the top... it was covered in blood.
I got the idea that's what he used, to...
Where's your cane, sir?
Where is it now? What is it you want?
Somebody's pullin' up.
We didn't take him from Martha's, did we?
He let himself be taken.
Maybe he wanted to be taken.
We could kill him.
Nobody would have to know.
Island business is island business...
always has been, always will be.
Dolores Claibore, whatever she did
with her husband during the eclipse...
Peter Godsoe and his marijuana...
We'd know.
I'm just saying...we could.
Don't tell me that idea
hasn't gone through your mind, Michael Anderson.
Who's there?
It's Ursula Godsoe and Joanna Stanhope...
We need to talk to Mike, something's happened.
- Ursula? - What is it, Jack?
- Please, don't look at this. - It's Peter!
- Oh, God! No! - Go get Mike!
No! Oh, God... Oh, no...No!
- Oh my God... - Ursula, I'm sorry.
Come inside... where it's warm.
I don't know as you're supposed to do that...
that's evidence or somethin'.
Katrina, have a little broth, it'll warm you up.
Ought to spike that with rat poison,
Mrs. Kingsbury... that'll warm her up all right.
Upton Bell, you shut up your ignorant mouth!
You're treatin' her like she saved his damn life
instead of sneakin' up behind him and bashin' his brains in!
All right, everybody out, this is not a sideshow!
- Listen, Mrs. Anderson... - Come on...
You've known her all her life...
whatever she did or didn't do,
she deserves a chance to breathe a little.
Now, folks, Molly's right. They got this in hand.
Sonny...Upton... there's nothing you can do here.
Take her down to the constable's office.
Throw her murderin' ass in jail.
Okay, Upton, that's enough!
I think they already got a fella in there...
and she doesn't look like she'll be breakin' loose...
...now does she?
Yeah, well...
Thank you, Mr. Stanhope.
Not a problem, Molly.
Have you seen my mother?
I think she's getting ready for bed.
Good.
Say there, Cora, it's just like camp, ain't it?
We should put a bedsheet up on the wall
and show cartoons!
Oh, relax, Cora...
it's only the 'Jenny' clearing her throat.
There, you see? Bright as you could ever want.
Really?
Cora...as friendly as ever.
Go on, Urse... It'll warm you up.
I don't think I'll ever be warm again.
Tell me again.
Told you half a dozen times already.
This'll be the last. Promise.
She said...
'l think the cane with the wolf's head made me do it.
I wouldn't touch it if I were you.'
But, you didn't see a cane...
with or without a wolf's head?
No.
Mike, what are we going to do?
Wait out the storm, that's all we can do.
Molly wants to see you...
She told me to tell you that.
Said for you to set a guard and get back to her.
Said you could have as many men as you need...
none of 'em are doin' much tonight, anyway.
That's true.
Hatch, can I see you outside a minute?
I just wanna talk to you.
You'll be okay?
Yes.
What're you lookin' at?
I'm a little teapot,
short and stout...
I'm a little teapot...
short and stout...
here is my handle...
here is my spout...
When I get all steamed up, then I shout...
Tip me over... and pour me out!
I'm a little teapot...
He's totally crazy!
He's gotta be.
What did you wanna talk about, Mike?
I'm leavin' you in charge here for a while.
Mike, I wish you wouldn't do that...
Just for a while.
I wanna get these women back to the Town Hall while I can.
Then, I'll see that Molly's all right...
let her know that I am, give Ralphie a kiss...
pack every man that's useful in the truck and bring them here.
We'll guard him in groups, of threes and fours...
in fives, if that's what it takes to make you comfortable.
I won't feel comfortable 'til he's in County Jail!
Yeah, I know what you mean.
Kat Withers... I can't believe it, Mike.
Kat wouldn't hurt Billy.
Yeah, I know that, too.
Who's holding who prisoner here? Can you tell for sure?
- This is a mess. - Yeah.
You gonna be okay with Robbie?
I'll have to be, won't I?
Say 'hi' to Melinda for me, if she's still up.
And tell her I'm okay. And...
give Pippa a little kiss for me.
I will.
How long you gonna be?
45 minutes, an hour at most.
I'll come back with a truckload of widebodies.
Meantime, you got Jack, Henry, Robbie, and Kirk...
Think we'll make any difference if he decides to rock 'n roll?
You think the Town Hall's any safer?
Or anywhere else on the island?
Considerin' Kat and Billy...
No.