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.
...lt'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, I, 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 Island 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 10-4.
I've got to go. I'll pass on the message.
This is Island 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 Island 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 Island?
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 Isle.
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 I.
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...
"I 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.
Oh, drat!
Like Dad's!
What's he doing?
Just like Dad's!
Go on, Mike... Go on, we'll be fine...
And tell your son
his friend from the market says "hi".
How do you know so much?
What the hell do you want?
Hatch!
Why don't you pair up with someone,
spend the time while I'm gone in here with him?
The others can go out in the market...
Adjust the mirrors so you can look back in.
You don't want him to get all of us at the same time, do ya?
Well, it's a plan.
Ladies, let's get back to the Town Hall...
Mike...
Peter will be all right out there, won't he?
Yeah.
When this is over we'll see to him proper like we always do.
C'mon, let's go.
Whew! She's really out.
They're very light sleeping pills...
Any lighter, I could buy 'em over the counter.
I think it's just shock. Whatever she's done,
whatever's been done to her,
she's away from it now. It's probably best.
Sleep well, dear.
You think someone oughta sit with her?
Like a guard?
- She doesn't need a guard, Andy. - But...
She doesn't need a guard.
What is all this?
- Andy... - Jill...?
- Honey, what's wrong? - It's Cora!
Where is she... upstairs?
I... l'm so scared...
I am, too.
I can't go in there!
I'm sorry, I can't take anymore.
Sandy...
Sandra, what is it?
- I can't... - It's all right, it's okay...
What's wrong?
Joanna, I wouldn't...! Joanna...!
Ohhh!
- Molly, help me. - Come on, Joanna...
Come on, Joanna.
Andy, can I borrow you for a minute?
Honey, you okay?
She's dead...
Urse... You okay?
Sandra, can the two of you get me some blankets,
- to wrap her? - Yeah, we can do that.
Mike... What's goin' on?
Billy Soames... You sure he's dead?
Yeah. Why?
Old Mrs. Stanhope is dead, too.
Up in the ladies' room. Shhhh!
How'd she die? Heart attack? Stroke?
Suicide.
Is Billy still out in the shed?
Seemed like the best place to put him.
We covered him up.
Andy, you and Sonny, cover up Mrs. Stanhope...
take her out, put her with Billy...
Use the back door of the meeting hall.
I don't want people seeing a corpse, if I can avoid it.
What about Jonas? Her boy?
I seen him downstairs gettin' ready to turn in.
Let's hope he does.
His wife can tell him in the morning.
- Upton Bell? - Yes, sir.
Go downstairs, find five or six men...
guys who could walk through half a mile
of deep snow without having a heart attack.
Tell 'em to come up here.
Don't say anything except I wanna talk to 'em.
- Yes, sir. - Mike...
Gin.
Where is Robbie? I want to see my Robbie.
Where are you... He said he'd be here!
I don't want to die without seeing him again.
I want someone to hold my hand before I go.
Robbie, where are you? Where are you?
I want to see my Robbie!
He said he'd be here!
Oh, Robbie, where are you?
I think my town's had enough of you.
Jack, you're winnin', as usual...
Kirk, your luck'll change in the next hand.
Mike...
Is it that man?
The one who picked up Ralphie in the market?
It is, isn't it?
Are you going to be all right?
Yeah.
That man is never going to see
the inside of a courtroom.
You know that.
Maybe you should get rid of him.
Make him have an accident...
Better get back inside before you freeze.
Come back to us.
I will.
- Hatch... Robbie's got a gun! - Robbie...
I think he's gonna shoot that guy!
Get away from there!
Put that down!
Robbie, why? Why didn't you come to me?
Robbie, DON'T!
Why did you let me die with strangers?
Don't just stand there, help!
Robbie, what are you doin'?
Why did you leave me to die alone?
Robbie!
I waited for you, Robbie. I'm still waiting...
Down in hell. I'm waiting for you.
You stop...!
- Or I'll shoot! - With that?
Robbie!
I'll be waiting for you in hell, Robbie.
And when you get there, I'm going to eat your eyes...
over and over, because hell is repetition.
Born in sin... Come on in!
What is it? What's happening?
I don't know.
Hatch!!
- No, Hatch, maybe you shouldn't! - Move, Jack!
Hatch!!
What the hell is that?
Hatch!!!
What are you doing?
No!!!
Come back, Hatch! Come back!!
Give me what I want and I'll go away.
Tell them...
Give me what I want and I'll go away.
- What happened? - I don't know!
Where's Hatch?
Hatch! What happened?
What happened, Hatch? Hatch?!
We have to give him what he wants...
if we do that, then he'll go away.
He'll leave us alone. And if we don't...
If we don't...
Where did he go?
Out there.
Into the storm.
How are we supposed to see anything in this?
It's easy to go along with "friends"...
who tell you that sin is all right...
Can you say "Hallelujah"?
I'd like to speak to you of the "secret sin"...
To remind you... say, "Hallelujah"...
Hallelujah...
It poisons the belly of the righteous...
God bless you... Can you say "amen"?
The selfish heart that says, "I need not share"...
I can keep it for myself and no one will ever know.
Hallelujah... amen.
...Try to ignore the canker of corruption
that begins to grow around it...
...Be sure, your sin will find you out.
All secrets will be known, Can you say, "Hallelujah"?
...behold the sting of sin, and the price of vice...
...the just end of those who would bar the door
to the wandering stranger, who comes asking for so little...
The so-called "Storm of the Century"
is history in New England now...
They're digging out everywhere
except here... on Little Tall Island.
A little scrap of land off the coast...
home to about 400 souls...
About half the island's population
sought shelter on the mainland when it became clear
that the storm would hit hard.
But nearly all the rest...
200 men, women and children are gone...
the exceptions are more ominous and distressing.
The Coast Guard has recovered four corpses...
Two may be suicides, the others, murder victims...
Bludgeoned to death by the same object.
Baffled police are asking one question over and over.
"Where are the other residence of Little Tall Island?
Where's Michael Anderson... Little Tall's constable?
Where's Davey Hopewell?
Where's Robert Beals, the town manager?"
No one knows.
There's only been one case like this in American history.
This is how Roanoke, Virginia looked in 1587...
when everyone disappeared.
Every man, woman and child.
A single possible clue, carved on a tree...
the word "Croaton". The name of a place?
A misspelling? A language lost over the centuries?
No one knows. Police assure reporters
that a solution will be found, but they cannot deny
that hope is dimming for the missing residents.
Evidence suggests that most of the islanders
spent the first night of the storm here...
in the basement of the Town Hall.
After that, no one knows.
What really happened in Roanoke in 1587?
And what happened here on Little Tall Island in 1989?
We may never know... But I know one thing...
Davey, you're too damn short to play basketball...
... Be sure, your sin will find you out...
...all secrets will be known.
Behold the sting of sin, and the price of vice
I ask you to behold...
...the just end of those who would bar the door
to the wandering stranger ...asking for so little.
For the wages of lust are dust!
The wages of sin are death!
Hallelujah...
Amen...
You must be branded as one of the ungrateful...
I'm sorry... we both are, aren't we, Buster?
Sorry we didn't give it to you, Mr. Linoge.
Sorry we didn't give you what you wanted.
You... must... pay.
No...
We're sorry, Mr. Linoge...
Help, Daddy!
Molly...?
Help!
We should have given you what you wanted.
Daddy!!!
Mike? Oh, man!
I just had the most awful dream...
This reporter on Main Street...
Talking about how everybody had gone!
Like in this little village in Virginia...
- Yeah... - No one knew where they went.
And in the dream no one knew where we went.
They're all... dreamin' it.
Do you understand?
They're all dreamin' what we dreamed.
Where could 200 people disappear to?
Especially on a little island cut off by a storm.
Into the ocean...
What?
Into the ocean. A mass suicide...
If we don't give him what he wants.
How could he?
I don't know. But I believe that he can.
What does he want, Mike?
What could he possibly want?
I'm sure we'll find out when he's ready.
Mike! Mike! I think the lighthouse is gonna go...
Never seen a storm surge like that before...
Folks... Now, folks!
If you go outside, stay close to the building...
Remember, we've got white-out conditions!
We'll get your mom and have us a look...
Mommy, can we please go out and see?
I wanna go see, too. Let's get your suit on...
Mike, you think she's gonna go?
I think it is!
I can't see a thing!
It's a damned white-out!
There's the light, just comin' around!
It's still there!
She's goin'... My God, she's surely goin'!
Look, Buster, the lighthouse is fallin' down!
There she goes!
Where's the lighthouse, Daddy? Is it gone?
That's right, buddy, the lighthouse is gone!
Hey, Ange, did you see it?
Hey, Angie? Angela...!
Hey, didja...? Angie!!
- Mrs. Kingsbury? - Davey?
She was just here!
- Hey, Angie! - Hey, Mommy!
That's all right, I bet she went back inside!
Mrs. Kingsbury!
Angie!
Back inside, everyone! Back inside!
- Mike, what's wrong? - Get inside, now!
- Stick together! - My Uncle George, he's gone!
What the hell's going on?
Take the boy and your wife and get inside!
Go! Everyone, go! Get back in!
Mrs. Kingsbury! George!
George Kirby, where're you at?
- Back inside! - Michael, have you seen Angela?
Take your boy and go back in!
Do it! Now!
Bill Timmons? George?!
Everyone... Back inside!
Daddy, we left Mommy outside!
C'mon, big guy, Mama's fine...
- Buddy system, right? - Right.
Nobody gets left alone.
- Be careful, you guys. - You better believe it.