[wind blowing]
♪
My name is Michael Anderson
and 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, that 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.
[Mike] But we ain't the same.
Life out on the islands is different.
We pull together when we have to.
-We'll get through her. -Yeah, like always.
When you mind the swell, you mind the boat.
What would a Frenchman like you know?
[Mike] And we can keep a secret when we have to...
We kept our share back in 1989.
And the people who live there keep them still.
I know. I stay in touch.
-Oh, thank you, Martin. -You're welcome.
Hey, Mrs. Kingsbury. Angela.
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.
[Announcer on TV] Now, as we mentioned before,
because we really cannot emphasize this enough,
this is the storm that's caused so much misery
and fifteen deaths as it crossed the Great Plains
and the Midwest, and you see its track before you
in all its glory. Now, look down here,
because folks, here comes trouble.
This is a very atypical storm, almost a winter hurricane...
It's the sort of knuckleduster
that paralyzed most of the East Coast
and buried Boston back in 1976.
[Mike] The first person on Little Tall to see Andre Linoge
was Martha Clarendon.
He was also the last person she ever saw.
We haven't seen one of comparable power
since then until now.
Will it gives us a break and stay out to sea?
as these storms sometimes do?
Unfortunately, the Weather Network storm track computer
says no.
Oh, my!
[Announcer on TV] And now, Northern New England,
if none of this changes tonight,
you are going to win the booby prize.
Look at this!
Now, if neither of these two systems veer,
they're gonna collide over Maine...
Oh, dear!
We're talking hurricane-force winds
and phenomenal amounts of snow.
To this you can add region-wide blackouts...
Oh, dear... dear!
[doorbell rings]
[Announcer on TV] You're apt to be getting
a whole winter's worth of snow.
Now, we sometimes over use the phrase "Storm of the Century,"
but if these two storm tracks converge,
as we now think they will the phrase
will be no exaggeration, believe me.
Judd Parkin is in next to talk about storm preparation.
No panic here, just practicalities.
[TV announcer continues]
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.
[doorbell rings]
Oh, hold on!
I'm getting there as fast as I can!
I broke my hip last summer,
and I'm still as slow as cold molasses.
Can I help you?
Born in lust, turn to dust.
-I beg your pardon? -Born in sin, come on in.
[gasps]
[chatter on TV continues]
[humming]
♪ 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 ♪
[Announcer on TV] Witness the cataclysmic powers of earth...
Or is it the Punishments of God?
Now, for the first time anywhere...
[TV announcer continues]
[Announcer on TV] Do it now, before it's too late.
[chattering]
It's been like this all day.
Don't forget the bean supper next Wednesday-week, Michael...
I'm gonna need every deacon I can lay my hands on.
I'll be there, if we get through the next three days, that is.
I'm sure we will, God takes care of his own.
Aren't there any pork chops?
Michael, I thought for sure you'd still have pork chops.
There you go!
Ground chuck's too dear!
Don't you have any plain-old hamburger, Michael Anderson?
Yep, 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, hey, 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...
Says 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!
[laughter]
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 here, can you come?
I got a little problem of my own, Hon, what's yours?
-[kids screaming] -Pippa got her head stuck!
[Pippa wails]
Pippa, can I have your bread if you're not gonna eat it?
-No-ooo-oo! -[kids laughing]
Pippa, honey, don't do that, just hold still!
-Annie, keep her calm. -Okay.
-Pippa? What about Pippa? -Oh, please, quiet!
The last thing in the world I want
is Alton Hatcher coming down on me.
Something about Pippa.
It's too late, babe... What's up?
[sighs] Pippa's got her head stuck in the stairs...
It's not serious, I don't think, 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, I hear. Let's go see.
How upset did she sound, Mike?
Molly? 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 in another minute,
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!
[kids laughing]
I am not a monkey!
All right, kids, stop it. Stop it right now.
It's not nice. It's making Pippa sad!
Don, you stop! It's mean!
♪
Don, you need to stop that right now!
Daddy!
Pippa! Hold still, you'll yank your ears right off your head.
Daddy!
Hey, there.
Pippa got her head stuck, and 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!
-Hey, hey! -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!
Well, 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?
[Hatch laughs]
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!
-[kids cheer] -Thanks, boss.
-Thank you, really. -No problem.
I'm sorry if I called you away at a bad time.
I saw her head like that and when I couldn't get it
to come out on my own, I just... I freaked.
I 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...
[wind blows]
[TV Announcer] Well, the fact is we just don't know.
One thing we do know is that the jetstream has taken on
a pattern which is very typical for this time of year.
Although the upper flow is even stronger than usual...
[Davey] Mrs. Clarendon? Are you okay?
[wind blowing]
Mrs. Clarendon?
[door creaks]
[TV continues inaudibly]
Mrs. Clarendon?
It's Davey. Davey Hopewell?
Are you all right?
Hello? Anybody here?
[Andre] 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, Davey, 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 middle of 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 a hot tea...
better yet, give him some whiskey if you have any.
You gonna tell Mike Anderson?
Not until I've had a look myself first.
There's more than one thing that a town manager can do, you know?
You want help, Robbie Beals?
That won't be necessary, George. I'll be fine.
[Davey] Careful, Mr. Beals.
I think the guy's still in the house.
[engine starts]
[honks horn]
[swing creaks]
-Wanna come in? -Nah, I'm fine.
Hey, boss?
Thanks for seein' after my little girl.
My pleasure.
♪
[bell chimes]
[Ursula] 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, dear?
All right, yeah, I'll say hello to Peter for ya.
Thanks... Thanks for calling, Betty.
Tough day, huh?
Betty Soames seems to think we have access
to some secret forecast.
Some kind of Jeanne Dixon psychic weather forecast?
I guess, yeah...
Urse, most people in town seen this stuff?
If they're not blind, they've seen it.
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.
[laughs]
Her dad's outside in the car right now,
he's doin' his homework for the big blow of '89.
Ain't that 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 about that.
You came to look at 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.
[Announcer on TV] When life hands you a bag of lemons,
we can help you make lemonade.
Stick it to them, before they stick it to you.
Anybody here?
[Announcer on TV] You may have thousands
even tens of thousands of dollars waiting for you...
So don't wait, call now.
Pick up the phone, and dial 1-800-1STICKEM.
That's 1-800-1STICKEM.
Get what's coming to you.
Oh my God...
Haven't you been through--
[TV shuts off]
Good?
You know it is.
How's the supply closet?
Full, just like you wanted. Concentrates, mostly...
Pour the water over the powder and then 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."
Yeah, that's what I said...
So how many people know we're stocked for World War III?
Everyone.
♪
Who are you?
"Born in sin, come on in."
You were with a whore in Boston
when your mother died in Machias.
Ma was in that crappy old nursing home
they tore down last fall.
The one where they found 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.
Because that's what hell is all about, Robbie.
Repetition.
I think in our hearts, most of us know that.
Catch!
Oh!
[Announcer] Let's check the area apt to be most severely
affected by the oncoming 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.
And we're back in just a moment, stay with us.
This is Robbie Beals for Constable Anderson...
...come back, 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?
Isn'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...
We got 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 give 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 I? 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, just 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.
[chattering]
-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, now, what happened?
I was driving over to the Town Office
as I saw Davey Hopewell
just running down the street, screaming
that Martha Clarendon's dead, and that somebody killed her!
So I came on 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.
All right, Hatch, you stay at my left,
keep the barrel of that scattergun
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!
You know, even if there is a guy,
he's probably gone out back by now, don't you think?
She ain't got but a five-foot garden fence.
[door creaks]
[Announcer on TV] Order now, while you still have time.
Send cash, check, or money order for 19.95
to Punishments of God, Part 2.
P.O. Box, 111 Bangor, Maine.
That's Punishments of God, Part 2.
[Female Announcer] Welcome back to the Weather network.
Conditions along the New England coast
are expected to worsen dramatically as the sun sets.
[announcer continues]
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 12 gauge
and go back out to Robbie.
I'm okay.
-Are you sure? -Aye.
[TV shuts off]
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!
[draws handcuffs]
If he moves, shoot him.
Ayuh.
If he shoots, he'll get us both.
That thing's still loaded with buckshot.
Also... he's still got the safety on.
[safety clicks]
[handcuffs lock]
But you remembered to wear gloves.
That was good.
On your feet.
[wind gusting]
Hatch, close the door.
Is that wise? I mean, 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.
Now close the door!
Hold on!
What's your name?
Andre Linoge.
All right, let's go.
♪
Pip, you sure you're all right?
Yeah. 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 Machias 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. Buh-bye.
-Bye! -Bye.
[phone rings]
Hello?
There you are, I've been trying to reach you
for almost ten minutes.
I've mostly been out on the porch
handing kids over to their parents.
I sent them home early. What's up, Katrina?
Well, I don't want you to be scared or anything,
but we got word there's been a murder on the island.
Old 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 15 minutes or so.
But you better make that 20.
Look, there's, um...
There's no chance... that this is, I don't know,
some kind of 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 just... 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 with him 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 I do know
that no sane person would want to hurt Martha Clarendon.
All right, I'll...
I'll come over to the store with you and help you 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, in case you forgot.
I've got responsibilities!
So do I, and they're clearly divided in the town charter!
Right now Ursula needs you a lot more at the Town Hall than
I need you at the constable's. Come on, Hatch.
Listen here, 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.
[signs creaking]
-What're we gonna do with him? -Keep your voice down!
We'll have to try and raise
the State Police barracks in Machias.
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!
You know, we would have heard it.
Must have been the radio.
[hissing]
[shouting]
[engine cranking]
Watch your step.
♪
[Hatch whistles]
-Safety off? -Yeah.
Up top.
Step out, come right up on to the dock.
[wind howling]
[keys jingle]
[key breaks]
Shoot!
Snapped off...
Must be the cold.
[banging on door]
Anybody in there? [bangs on door]
All right, never mind.
Go around and open it from the other side.
You want me to leave you out here alone with him?
Unless you happen to 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.
Yeah.
Right over here...
[propeller flutters]
Hey, 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 fine. He's out back with the prisoner,
I just 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 out here!
It won't open, it's stuck!
Well, did you unlock it?
Of course I did.
Then whale on it! Probably ice stuck in the jamb.
[banging]
Here, let me.
Anderson! You're gonna have to come around
and take him in through the store.
-Hatch, come around. Alone. -Right there.
[shivering breath]
Remember what I said, Mr. Anderson...
And when the time comes, we'll talk.
♪
Go on.
Hold up.
Go ahead, Hatch.
[bell rings]
Uh...
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 door like we'd like to,
so move back, give us some room.
Why'd he kill her?
Could you just move back, Pete?
Mike's been standing out there in the snow,
and his feet are pretty cold by now.
Also, we'll all feel much better once we get this guy locked up.
So just move back and give us a clear way up the second aisle.
Ayuh.
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
standing shoulder to shoulder 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 wrapped up
in the warehouse right now? Ten?
Twenty? Forty?
Better be sure you got it wrapped good, Pete...
There's gonna be a hell of a storm surge tonight
when the tide comes high!
C'mon, move!
Kat Withers! You're lookin' well!
And why not?
It's just an in-office procedure these days. Nothin' to it.
I don't suppose you've told your folks about it yet...
Or Billy.
[sobs]
Move... [gun clicks]
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?
[gasps]
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.
Not if he goes where he's supposed to.
Hey, hey!
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!
[crash outside]
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 good friend Alton Hatch
is gonna 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.
[puts rifle down]
All right, where's your wallet?
Where's your wallet, huh?
Huh?
Mike, take it easy.
Guy put his hands on my son.
Put his face right in my son's face.
Kissed my son's nose.
Don't you tell me to take it easy.
Where's your wallet, sir?
[bangs bars] 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?
Mike...
Take your boots off.
I'll have to let go of the bars to do that.
They lace up.
If you move, you're never gonna
have constipation problems again.
Kick 'em off.
[boots hit floor]
-Nothing. -Put 'em over by the desk.
Step into the cell, Mr. Linoge.
You move slowly, keep your hands where I can see 'em.
[latch clatters]
[keys rattle]
You don't think it'll hold you?
It'll hold you.
[door bolt clicks]
I... I swear, Mike. It wouldn't budge.
[rattles handle]
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 something, 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 maybe gonna have a change
in law enforcement on Little Tall.
Well, Town Meeting's in March, this is February...
Now get the hell out!
Well, I think I handled that pretty well, don't you?
Like a diplomat.
[sighs]
All right. I gotta go tell Molly...
You're gonna leave me alone in here with him?
You try to raise the State Police in Machias.
And keep away from him.
I should say, you can count on that.
Come back. Are you there? Do you read me, Machias?
We've lost contact with the mainland.
[crowd murmurs]
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 on back there with Hatch.
We're gonna watch this guy.
We're gonna do it with the buddy system.
Sure, okay, you bet.
I feel I have to close the store, folks.
You're welcome to take what you've got.
I trust you all to settle up after the storm's over.
But 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...
Machias, this is Alton Hatcher on Little Tall.
We have a police emergency here! Do you read, Machias?
Come on back?
[static]
Machias, this is Alton Hatcher, Channel one-nine, do you read?
They don't. You lost your good antenna off the roof.
Try the phone.
[rattles phone receiver]
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 car seat?
Sure, Mike.
I'll take the island service's truck
and get somebody to give me a lift
when I get things squared away.
Okay.
Now, I've gotta go back to Martha's,
just long enough to get it secure.
Be careful.
[hangs up phone]
No?
It was a long shot.
You don't really have a load of Panama Red out there
behind your lobster traps, do ya Pete?
Mommy, the island won't blow away, will it?
No. No, honey, of course not.
[gusty wind]
-C'mon, honey. -Mike was right.
You'd never make it in your car. Drive safe, Molly.
Thanks, Billy.
We'll be home soon.
♪
[wind blowing]
[trees creaking]
Aww, damn!
-Hey, look at him! -What?
-I, uh...
Nothing.
You been smokin' a little bit 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 Machias.
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 Soames and Johnny Harriman
4:00 am until 8:00 in the morning.
After that, we'll figure something else out.
You okay 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 corner
of the Town Hall basement
with a blanket and a cup of chowder.
I don't know. Stay here with him, I guess.
And what, blow away if he blows away?
You want to go home, Pete?
No.
♪
[shivers]
[camera shutter clicks]
♪
[camera shutter clicks]
[glass shatters]
I'm so sorry, old girl.
[mandolin plays]
[creaking]
[crash]
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?
Ayuh.
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.
Just bundle up, take the snowmobile.
-Are you sure? -Ayuh.
Fact is, the earlier you go
the better choice of beds you and Buster are apt to have.
People are headed that ways already.
I seen the lights.
Now you be here or there when my watch is over.
It don't matter. I'll find you.
♪
[pen scribbling]
Hey, Pete. What do you suppose this one is?
Yodeler's perch. Three letters.
[mouths] 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?
Good.
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
Kat Withers was up in Derry for an abortion.
[Woman] 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?
Robbie, don't you think it's 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 grandmothers and grandfathers
got together at Town Hall when it stormed
like a bunch of cave people 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 granddad 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.
[chuckles]
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.
[loud crash]
[typing on computer]
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 around
in about 20 minutes or so.
[muttering]
[muttering continues]
Lloyd.
Lloyd, you've got to see this.
It's going to take Godsoe's.
Lloyd.
[muttering continues]
Lloyd, it's going to take the whole dock.
Lloyd! Lloyd, you better get out here...
if you want to see something you ain't never going to see again.
It's a going.
It's a going!
Lloyd, Lloyd, get out here.
Lloyd!
[whimpering]
[muttering continues]
Pete?
[rope creaks]
My sainted hat.
Lloyd!
Hey Peter, are you ok? I heard...
[gasps]
Lloyd, where the hell are you?
Did you got to sleep or... Lloyd?
-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.
♪
[hisses]
♪