They Nest (2000) Movie Script
(MURMURING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(BANGING ON DOOR)
(YELLING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(CRIES OUT)
(GROANING)
(GASPS)
(MEN SPEAKING EXCITEDLY
IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(MUFFLED YELLS)
(STRUGGLING)
(SPLASH)
We've got a 29 year old male with
a GSW to the chest and shoulder.
Patient was unconscious
at the scene
with labored respiration
and low BP.
We're bagging him
and the IV's wide open.
Single entry only?
- Single entry.
BEN: Hello, everybody. We are
gonna need a stat chest x-ray here.
We're gonna cross-match for six units,
then we're gonna need a central line.
Let's move him first.
Move him on my count, people.
All right.
One... Two... Three.
BEN: Excellent.
Very good. Go.
Thanks, fellas.
Placing electrodes.
Get a second IV going.
NURSE: Starting second IV.
O2 sat monitor coming on.
WOMAN: I'm getting vitals.
The monitor shows sinus tach.
I'm having trouble bagging him.
All right, let's find out why.
BP 80 over 40.
We got no breath sounds coming
on the right side of that chest.
He's probably got pneumo and his
chest is full of blood.
Let's get the thoracotomy
tray over here. Gloves?
His O2 sat is only 70, Doctor.
Swab. Let's go.
Come on, scalpel.
(SIGHS) Tube.
WOMAN: Doctor?
Doctor!
You okay, Dr. Cahill?
Doctor, BP is down to 60.
Still falling.
Doctor?
Bill. Take over for me.
You heard?
I heard the whole hospital
has heard by now, Ben.
I can't overlook this any longer.
(SIGHS)
I haven't had a drink in weeks if
that's what you wanna know.
And I've never had a drink on
the job. Never.
What the hell
happened in there, Ben?
I don't know.
I'm losing focus. I, uh...
Maybe I'm losing my nerve. I...
I can't explain it.
Well, look, Ben, Whatever it is,
we can't have it in here.
No, no. I agree.
And I think I'm getting better...
Ben.
I think you need some time off.
Meaning?
You leave me no other choice.
I'm recommending a leave of absence.
Wait a second,
you know I'm a good surgeon.
I am afraid this subject
is not open for discussion.
I have to do what is
best for the patients.
Now, I'm not saying it's necessarily
a permanent situation.
No, it's a...
It's a forced vacation.
Oh, come on, Ben.
Don't fight me on this.
You had a rough year.
Now, I think
you need some time off.
When you think you're ready
to come back, give me a call,
and we'll talk about it, huh?
That's the whole point
of the quotas.
We've gotta replenish the stock.
Yeah, well, while they're busy
replenishing, my kids are going hungry.
I can't pay the mortgage.
My business is going
right down the toilet!
Oh, you gotta come
to the meetings, John,
to understand what we're talking about.
(PAGER BEEPING)
JOHN:
I've had a belly full of meetings.
(CONTINUES SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
JACK: What the hell did you do
a damn fool thing like that for?
Maybe where you come from
they treat the ocean like a slop pot,
but up here,
we treat it with respect.
Sorry. I wasn't thinking.
Ah, it's all right.
Water's a mess anyway.
(CHUCKLES)
Here.
Have one on me.
- Oh.
Oh, no thanks. I don't drink.
So what business you got
in Orr's Island?
Oh, I have a house there.
You don't say?
Uh, bought it about a year ago
with my wife.
So, where's the little woman?
Uh...
Actually, we're divorced now.
Oh.
Where's this house of yours?
Um, it's on the east end
of the island.
About a mile off the access road.
That the old Wald place?
That's right. You know it?
(SCOFFS)
I know every house on the island.
No kidding. Really?
- Yeah.
I work for the electric company.
As a matter of fact,
I am the electric company.
(LAUGHS)
When your power goes,
I'm the guy you'll be dealing with.
(CHUCKLES)
Great.
House needs a lot of work, don't it?
Oh, yeah, yeah. Place is a mess.
I mean, I'm practically rebuilding it
from the ground up.
I gotta put a new roof,
new electric, new plumbing...
Yeah, the people
who lived there, I mean...
I don't know.
They must've been crazy or something,
'cause the place is a pigsty,
you know.
I've never seen anything like it.
I have.
By all rights, that house is
supposed to be mine.
Yeah. Me and my brother Eamon,
supposed to come down to us.
Excuse me?
My name is Jack Wald.
Oh.
- Yeah.
It's my parents' house you bought.
I grew up in that pigsty.
By God.
(LAUGHS)
(SHIP HORN BLOWING)
(MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
(ENGINE STARTS)
(GRUNTING)
(YELLS)
(LAUGHS)
Oh, jeez.
Hi, big brother!
You horse's ass.
You're jumpier than
a frog on a hot griddle.
Bummin' my tools again?
What are you doing back so soon?
Thought you had a couple of weeks
worth of work.
Ah, didn't work out.
You shouldn't of let go of that job.
Hey. You want a beer?
Yeah, sure.
Hey, guess who I
ran into on the ferry boat?
Abraham Lincoln.
Ah, come on,
baked beans for brains.
I don't know, Jack.
Just tell me.
Dr. Benjamin Cahill.
Who's that?
The scummy bastard who bought the house
out from under us.
Oh, yeah.
Thought I recognized his name.
What's he like?
Real city boy.
A little weird.
Yeah, well, that figures.
Yeah, he says our house was a mess.
Called it a pigsty.
Well, you can't argue with that.
Like to mess him up a might.
Give him a real
Orr's Island welcome.
It was the bank that done this, Jack.
Take it up with them.
I'm not too sure about that.
Cahill's probably
in cahoots with them.
Ah.
- Those crooks.
We could arrange that money
if they'd only given us half a chance.
Pop hadn't paid the taxes for five years.
I don't have that kind of money
and neither do you!
You would've wasted the tax money anyway.
Let's drop this, okay?
I don't wanna talk about this anymore.
Well, who knows?
Our house might go
back on the market real soon.
Oh, you.
(LAUGHS)
Ah, finally. Candles.
Oh, come on.
Come on... Oh!
Spit!
Dang it.
Oh, oh, oh.
Come on, little fish.
(GROANS)
Well, you look like you really
wanna be eaten, fella.
I wish the fish were as easy to catch
as you are.
(SAW WHIRRING)
Damn it.
JACK: (ON VOICE MAIL)
This is Orr's Island Electric.
You got a problem with your electricity,
we can fix it.
Just leave a message
and I'll get back to you.
When I feel like it.
Now, if it'd be urgent,
you know where to find me.
(BEEP)
Hello! This is Ben Cahill. I'm sorry
to keep bothering you, but, uh...
Well, this is the third time
this week that my electric's gone out.
So, I would much appreciate...
(BEEP)
(LINE DISCONNECTS)
(DIAL TONE)
Ah, give me the usual.
(BLOWS)
What the hell is that?
Well, until you pay me
for your usual,
this is your new usual.
Johnnie,
your father served my father
at the same bar.
Your father paid my father, Jack.
Put my brother's drink
on my tab, Johnnie.
And if this weren't
the only bar in this island,
I'd walk out right now.
Well, we all gotta
make a living, Eamon.
(SIGHS)
Here. This is the last
on credit for either of you.
You got it?
MAN: First the government won't
protect the harbor from foreigners
and then they turn around and tell us
how big our trap should be.
How the hell are we supposed to
make a living around here?
Just this morning, I said, "Carol,
you better dust off those glad rags,
"I may have to put you out on the corner."
(LAUGHS)
JOHNNIE: And how'd she take that?
Told me she'd already been.
(LAUGHS)
We haven't had
a decent catch in 15 years.
You know why?
I'm sure you're gonna tell us.
It's the damn weather. It's all
screwed up with the global warming,
the acid rain.
No wonder the fishing's down.
Guy will back me up.
What do you think, Guy?
- I don't know.
Well, we can't fight the weather.
But we can fight the damn regulations.
Yeah.
MAN ON RADIO: ...reported to be well above
normal with market prices on the decline.
Ground fishing for
haddock is discontinued...
(DOOR CLOSING)
Some tuna was spotted off...
(SIGHS)
(CLEARS THROAT)
Dr. Cahill.
What brings you to town?
We need to talk.
- What about?
Same thing we talked about
yesterday and the day before.
Power's still giving you trouble, huh?
- That's right.
Why don't you sit down and have a drink?
Tell me all about it.
I already told you, I don't drink.
Yeah. Well, I think you picked
the wrong place to dry out, Mister.
Of course, I got my own little
12 step program.
Step one...
Listen...
Can you take a break from the program, huh?
Come fix my power?
I'd love to help you out, Doc,
but the system here on the island
is a little erratic.
It ain't like Boston.
By erratic, that means it only works
when you're sober, huh?
What'd you say?
I'm sorry, all right?
We got off on the wrong foot.
That was my fault, okay?
I just want my power fixed.
Truce? Please?
Why don't you come back in June,
with the rest of the tourist stock?
Promise,
I'll have your electricity fixed by then.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(ALL LAUGHING)
Fifty dollars says he's
out of here by next week.
Any takers?
- Knock it off, Jack.
No harm, Sheriff.
Just having a little fun.
Shut up, Eamon.
Jack,
I know you're upset about that house,
but nothing can be
done about it now.
Says who?
Says me.
Now don't go
causing any trouble.
Excuse me?
Sir? Excuse me?
Hello?
I heard you
the first time around.
Um, I ordered some lumber a week ago.
I'm checking to see if it's arrived.
Uh, the name's Cahill.
Uh, what hill?
Cahill.
Kay Hill. Never heard of it.
Right. Um...
Well, I ordered some lumber
about a week ago. Could... Is...
Lumber? What lumber?
Hmm.
Okay, um...
There was a woman that took my order.
Yeah. That'd be Nell.
Nell.
Is she here?
- No.
Do you know where she is?
- Yeah.
All right, Could you tell me?
It's Monday.
Yes, sir, and yesterday was Sunday,
but that doesn't help me find her.
Mondays, she works at the warehouse
down by the ferry dock.
Right. Of course.
Thank you.
(FERRY HORN BLOWING)
Hi. Uh, perhaps you can help me.
I'm looking for Nell.
Um...
Thank you!
Hey! Hey! Excuse me!
Excuse me?
Sorry.
Didn't mean to scare you.
It's all right.
You remember me?
Dr. Cahill, ordered some lumber?
Oh, yeah.
You bought the old Wald place, right?
Yeah. Although the way most people
treat me around here,
you'd think I stole it.
Don't worry.
The guys will come around.
There's just a certain amount
of resentment here for mainlanders.
I know.
I could feel that.
Hope you don't mind.
I went ahead and ordered you some sealant.
You're gonna need it
for that roof of yours.
Thanks. Actually I was just gonna
order some of this this weekend.
Yeah, the rain gets pretty heavy
around here, and when the snow comes...
Hop on.
I'll give you a lift to your car.
Are you sure you know how to
handle this thing?
Don't worry. I used to play
chicken with the harbormaster.
Okay.
(ENGINE STARTS)
What happened?
He lost.
Shoo.
Go away.
Oh, my...
(WHISPERING) Damn it.
You got a bug problem?
Uh, yup.
Uh, how about some fly paper?
No, thanks.
- Sure?
Buy six get one free.
No, I'm all set. Thanks.
Oh, okay.
Are you gonna ring me up?
Wish I could help you, son, but...
I don't know how to run
this darn thing.
Of course not. (CLEARS
THROAT) So where's Nell?
It's Tuesday.
It's Tuesday.
And Tuesday, Nell is...
With her mother.
With her mother...
Where?
At the school house.
I'll be back.
(DOOR OPENS)
A report on the Greater Prairie-Chicken
by Henry S. Crump.
Today I'm gonna tell you about
the Greater Prairie-Chicken.
The Greater Prairie-Chicken is the only
wild chicken in the United States, but...
May I help you?
- Yeah, I...
Uh, sorry to interrupt you guys,
but, uh...
I just need to see your daughter for
a second, Mrs. Bartle.
Well, could it wait, Dr. Cahill?
We're in the middle of our
vanishing species lecture series.
Uh...
Why don't you
join us for a moment, Doc,
and we'll talk after Henry's done.
Okay.
All right. Thanks.
MRS. BARTLE:
It's all right, Henry. Go ahead.
(COOING)
HENRY: But is nearly extinct.
Greater Prairie-Chickens are brown,
with orange eyebrows and fly like ducks.
The Greater Prairie-Chicken
live in Illinois and not Maine,
so I couldn't bring one to class.
Instead, I drew this picture,
and my dad let me bring in Carly,
who is not a Greater Prairie-Chicken.
The Greater Prairie-Chicken
is a grassland bird.
It eats grasshoppers, ants,
and leafhoppers,
and it lives only two to three years.
During mating, the male Prairie-Chickens
do a dance called booming.
They stomp their feet on the ground,
flutter and jump,
spread their tail feathers out like a fan
and puff up the air satchel
on their necks
to attract female chickens.
(CONTINUES SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
Oh. That's charming.
(ALL GASP)
You saw how big that damn thing was?
(ALL MURMURING)
That was Clementine.
The class pet.
I feel horrible.
I think you traumatized them for life.
I think I've been traumatized for life.
Sorry. I'm just not feeling that friendly
toward bugs lately.
Really.
- Yeah.
Last night I found a whole
army of cockroaches in my refrigerator.
I mean, big suckers.
Gross.
- Yeah.
And I think Jack Wald put 'em there.
What? Jack put bugs
in your refrigerator?
Yeah. How else could they get in there?
Well, bugs can find their way
into any place,
but I doubt it was Jack Wald.
Oh, really? Why?
Well, I just...
It just doesn't seem
like something Jack would do.
Nell, he's obviously trying to
drive me out of my house.
I don't know. Jack's not the
psychological torture-type.
He's more the
"get drunk and breathe in your face" type.
Oh, yeah.
I've seen that as well.
Okay.
- Mmm-hmm.
Be honest.
How bad is this roach problem?
Well, I'll put it to you this way.
I won't be eating
chicken any time soon.
Well, you can use the
over the counter method, or...
If you promise not to poison yourself,
I can fix you up with something stronger.
I think I need the full artillery.
Follow me.
- Following.
Okay. Let's see. Hmm.
Hey... Who painted this?
That? I did.
- Really?
Yeah. Why?
- 'Cause they're good.
Thanks.
No, really, Nell.
You know, you could sell these.
No.
- Well, why the heck not?
I never really thought about it.
Oh, yeah?
How much you want for this one?
You really want it?
- I certainly do.
I think this would look
excellent in my house.
Well then, Doc, it's yours.
No. You can't do that.
That's not selling.
You gotta take some for it, Nell.
Come on.
Okay then.
You can owe me one.
The next time I sprain my ankle or
something, you can fix me up for free.
Deal?
- All right. Deal.
There. It's the answer to
your infestation problem.
If it were a snake it would have bit me.
We used to have a problem with gypsy moths
years back.
We had to keep spraying this stuff.
Pheno...
Let me, me, me.
Phenoxyphenyl methyl dichloroethenyl.
And in English.
If it breathes, it will die.
Yikes.
- (SCOFFS) No kidding.
JACK: Hey!
Vinyl tells us
you've got a little bug problem.
Maybe you want us to come out
and take a look?
I'm good with bugs.
Maybe you should just stay away from
my house. Fix my power instead, huh?
Our house, ah...
That's right, Eamon.
It's his house now.
You have to forgive us, Doctor.
Sometimes we forget.
You know what?
You can harass me all you want,
but I'm not leaving town.
You got that?
Harass you?
Yeah.
What are you talking about?
Oh, you know damn well.
I sure don't.
I'm talking about the bugs, Wald.
I'm talking about a refrigerator
full of cockroaches.
You think I put bugs in your refrigerator?
Yeah, that's right. I do.
Oh, you chowder head.
(CHUCKLING)
I think you're spending too much time
out there alone in the woods.
Really. What time was that?
Okay. Okay, yeah.
Yeah, no, I know where you mean.
Uh, all right.
Listen, Guy. Just sit tight.
Okay, I'll be right down.
Now, why don't you come on in and let us
buy you a drink.
Just stay away from my house.
Or what?
You're gonna hit me with your stethoscope?
Stab him with your thermometer?
Take out his tonsils?
(ALL CHUCKLING)
All right, Wald.
Don't make the mistake of picking a
fight with me thinking I won't fight back.
Is that a threat?
Take it any way you want.
- Oh, you hear him?
You hear what he said to me?
SHERIFF: All right, boys.
Show's over.
You fix this man's power yet, Jack?
Why, Sheriff,
we were just fooling with him.
All right, guys, clear out of here.
Go on, go home, go have another drink,
but off this street.
Come on. Go.
Jack, I want his power turned on today.
For Pete's sake.
- Go on.
Trying to be friendly.
I'm going to the block and tackle.
Thanks, Sheriff.
I owe you one.
Good. Well, then you won't mind
lending me your expertise for a while.
What, somebody's sick?
Somebody's dead.
SHERIFF: Chandler Moffat.
Kept to himself. Ran the lighthouse.
Guy found him when
he was pulling in his traps.
What do you think, Doc?
It's kind of hard to tell.
When was the last time he was seen alive?
Yesterday. He had lunch
at the Red Claw.
Was he prone to any kind of seizures?
Epileptic or otherwise?
I don't know.
Could've been, I guess.
I don't know.
Hello.
Stupid old fool.
I guess I can
handle this from now on, Doc.
Take a look at this, will you?
These marks here.
These caused by crabs?
Anything could've caused that.
Crabs, sea lice, anything.
Planning on doing an autopsy?
Are you kidding?
It'd take at least a week
to get a medical examiner out here.
GUY: Same thing happened to
Tom Hale back in '88.
Got drunk,
passed out and drowned in a foot of water.
Then the crabs got him.
Well, I think you should do an autopsy,
just to be sure.
I mean, if you don't wanna
wait for the medical examiner,
then I can do a rudimentary examination.
I appreciate your concern, Doc.
This old guy had no wife,
no kids, no one to answer to.
And since they put
that timer in the lighthouse,
he didn't have anything to do.
No, as far as I'm concerned,
it's just another islander
got drunk and he drowned.
That's what my report's gonna say.
End of story.
How much?
What are those for?
What do you think?
You haven't gone fishing in 15 years.
You gonna sell 'em to me or not?
Not if you're thinking
of doing something else to Cahill.
What do you care?
This thing between you and him is
all in your head.
All in my head.
Well, that's rich.
So, tell me, Nell.
This thing between you and Dr. Cahill,
whose head is that in?
I think you need to
cool off a little, Jack.
Just give me a six-pack of beer.
(SPRAYING)
(TV TURNS ON)
Well, it's about time.
(SQUEAKING)
(WHIMPERING)
(SCREECHING)
(ENGINE STOPS)
(GRUNTS)
(HUMMING DRUNKENLY)
(SINGING SEA SHANTY)
Huh?
Poor bastards.
(HUMMING)
Damn it!
Nothing wrong with that.
(SCREAMS)
Ah!
(LEAVES RUSTLING)
(YELLING)
(EXCLAIMING)
(RINGING)
JACK: (ON VOICE MAIL)
This is Orr's Island Electric.
You got a problem with your electricity,
we can fix it.
Just leave a message
and I'll get back to you.
When I feel like it.
Now, if it'd be urgent,
you know where to find me.
(BEEP)
(GLASS SHATTERING)
(BRAKES SCREECHING)
SHERIFF: Let's just calm down.
It appears this was an accident.
This was no accident, Sheriff.
Yeah, you heard him this afternoon,
accusing Jack.
It doesn't prove anything, Enoch.
What about the beer in his car?
Yeah, we all know he's a drunk
Why don't you smell his breath?
Now just shut up and back off.
Why don't you go wait in the truck?
Hold on, Eamon.
Hold on.
Look, I'm awful sorry,
but let's just take it easy.
I don't want any more trouble tonight.
There's nothing to be done
until we get an autopsy.
When's that gonna happen?
I'll get the medical examiner
on the next ferry.
Next ferry is a week away.
- I know that.
And until then, we're not gonna jump
to any conclusions.
All right. Now you guys,
pick up Jack's body,
put him in the truck,
take him into the Block 'n Tackle
and ask Nell if we can use her cooler.
(BANGING ON DOOR)
ENOCH: Open up, Nell!
We need to use your cooler.
(BANGING CONTINUES)
There's been an accident!
Hold on. I'm coming!
Oh, my God.
You got any room in cold storage?
What happened? Who is it?
It's Jack Wald.
The good news is you weren't drinking.
The bad news is the entire town thinks
you killed Jack on purpose.
So, either way, you're in a heap
of trouble, son.
Thanks, Mrs. Hobbs.
You're welcome, Dr. Cahill.
Thank you, Mary.
I'd like to believe your story, Doc,
but let's face it,
it sounds kinda bad.
I'm telling you, there was something wrong
with the guy before I hit him.
Saw the way
his hand was clenched up?
I mean, doesn't that seem
familiar to you?
Coincidence?
No. I mean...
When a body dies, it goes limp.
Rigor mortis, four hours to set in.
So?
- So...
That means that after I hit him, his hand
shouldn't have been stiff.
Unless...
Unless he was suffering from
something else.
Well, if you're right,
charges will get dropped.
We just have to wait
for the results of an autopsy.
And until then?
You gonna lock me up?
No, I'm gonna release you
on your own recognizance.
Thanks, Sheriff.
But, listen.
I want you to stay out of town
for a few days,
'till we get the autopsy done.
Well, you know
you don't have to wait.
Why don't you
let me do the autopsy?
(SCOFFS) Forget it, Cahill.
You know what the people in this town
would do to both of us.
All right.
Something is not right about this.
(HISSING)
(GASPING)
Oh, my God!
(RATTLING)
(STRIKING MATCH)
Don't move!
If I don't move,
I'm gonna burn my finger.
Nell, you scared me.
I scared you?
- Oh, sorry.
Seems like every time I see you,
you get more tense.
What are you doing here?
Sheriff said you might need some food,
so I brought you dinner.
BEN: Oh!
But you aren't afraid
to be seen with me?
Was it an accident?
- "Was it an accident?"
Yes, of course.
Then I'm not afraid
to be seen with you.
Sheriff thinks you ought to stay out
of town for the next couple of days.
I think he's right.
My painting doesn't look
too bad in here.
It's a start.
But I got a long way to go.
Well, there's not much else
to do here on Orr's Island.
I know. It's too bad
I stopped drinking.
Seems to be the number one
pastime around here.
Oh, God! I'm so sorry.
I wasn't thinking.
That's okay.
It's nice to see you enjoying yourself.
(NELL SIGHING)
I think I remember when you came
to buy this house.
You were with your wife, right?
- Mmm-hmm.
I believe...
I believe that was a last-ditch effort
to save our marriage,
but that did not work.
I'm sorry.
It's okay. What about you? You
ever been married? (HISSING)
No!
Oh!
(HISSING)
Okay. None of my business.
I swear it was a cockroach.
Sure? I sprayed everywhere.
Positive.
Man, those things are
all over the island.
Hey!
Hey, you know that transformer station
in the woods?
Wald went there to fix my power.
I think he had some sort of
allergic reaction.
Allergic reaction... to what?
- To the bugs.
You see, I've been trying to figure out
why, when we found Jack's body,
his right hand was clenched,
and these red marks
all over the back of it.
Now, I think those red marks
were insect bites,
and certain insect bites
can cause paralysis.
Hmm. But cockroaches
don't bite.
I know, I know, it's weird.
But these were not ordinary cockroaches.
These had pincers.
Let me show you this.
Here. Here,
I marked it over here.
"Frequently mistaken for
the Madagascar cockroach,
"Phylomenescus cerberus
or the African armadillo bug
"works as a highly organized unit,
much like ants or bees.
"They bite their prey
and paralyze them
"in order to lay their eggs
inside the host."
Ew!
- Yeah, I know. Tasty, right?
"Although little else is known
about these insects,
"they are believed
to pose no threat to man,
"preferring instead to prey
on small, warm-blooded animals
"such as rodent,
badgers..." Blah, blah.
What makes you so sure that that's
the thing that we saw?
Well, I'm not.
I'm sure as hell gonna find out.
You think he's still down there?
Maybe we should run the water,
just in case.
Yeah, except that the pump runs
on electricity,
and God knows
when I'll get that back.
Are you sure you didn't just
blow a fuse?
I'm sure.
I checked the fuses before I left.
Did you flick 'em?
You didn't flick 'em.
Sometimes, when they blow,
the switches get stuck.
BEN: Really?
Okay, let's see.
(RADIO PLAYING FAINTLY)
Hah!
Huh.
Voila! Come on, let's go.
Come on.
(WATER RUNNING)
Oh!
Here we go.
Excellent.
Hey!
Blueberry pie. My favorite!
You were holding out on me.
(CHUCKLING) Yeah.
Gosh, I kind of lost my appetite, though.
Yeah, I know what you mean.
- Me, too.
It's all right.
You'll eat it later.
I have to get going.
It's been a hard day.
Oh?
Yeah, sure has, huh?
It's kind of sad, you know.
Jack wasn't such a bad guy, really,
once you got to know him.
No, I'm sure he wasn't.
I just gotta find out
what happened out there.
Well, don't think about it too much.
Nell,
listen, um...
Thanks. Thanks a lot
for everything.
Don't mention it.
You know...
You could stay.
(CHUCKLES) Mmm.
It's a small island, Doctor.
So?
You get some sleep.
Good night.
- Good night.
(SHIVERING)
(RADIO PLAYING SOFTLY)
(SIGHS)
Ah!
Ugh!
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
Entomology.
Dr. Drayton speaking.
Yeah, this is Dr. Ben Cahill.
May I speak with
Dr. Mark Templeton, please?
Dr. Templeton is on vacation, Dr. Cahill.
Can I help you with something?
Perhaps. Are you familiar
with the African armadillo bug?
Ah, yes.
Phylomenescus cerberus,
Interesting bug.
What would you like to know
about it?
(SNIFFS) Well, is it
a threat to humans?
Not that I'm aware of. Why?
Well, we got these things
living out here in Maine.
They look like cockroaches,
but they have pincers.
And from what I can tell,
they're biting people
and causing some sort of
localized paralysis.
And you think it's an armadillo bug?
That's impossible.
Well, Doctor, I understand
it may be unlikely,
but if you were here,
I think you'd think differently.
Where are you exactly?
Orr's Island, Casco Bay.
(SIGHING) There are many insects
which cause paralysis, Dr. Cahill.
You said it had pincers?
- Mmm-hmm.
Well, in the insect world,
if it looks like a duck,
and quacks like a duck,
it's not always a duck.
So what you're saying is you have
no idea what we have here.
Look, there are almost a million species
of insect, Doctor.
Some estimate there are
somewhere between
nine and 30 million
more species yet to be discovered.
Your bug could be anything.
Send me a specimen,
Dr. Cahill,
and I may be able to help you out.
I'll try and do that.
Thank you, Doctor.
BEN: You crazy redneck!
You want a fight, fine, you got one.
Let's have this out once and for all.
I got it from Jack's answering machine.
It's from last night.
Look, Eamon, I'm sorry about your brother,
but what's your point?
What's my point?
It was no accident last night.
It was murder!
You're way out of line.
All that tape tells me
is that Jack was a big pain
in Cahill's neck.
Damn it, Sheriff,
my brother's lying dead,
and Cahill's running around free.
It's not right!
Well, what do you want me to do?
Do you want me to lock him up?
This is an island,
where is he gonna go?
Nell sent you home for the day, Vinyl?
- Yeah.
She and that Cahill fella.
Do we really wanna do this here?
Unfortunately, it's the only way
we can find out what's going on here.
What the hell are you doing?
It's my fault, Sheriff.
I called Cahill down here...
I told you to leave the body alone!
What in the hell is wrong with you?
It's not enough for you to run him down,
now you're gonna go
poking around his body?
Damn it, Sheriff, you better lock him up now!
- Just let me explain...
Shut up!
- Look, just relax. I think I can explain...
(THUDDING)
Eamon, that's enough! Lay off.
That's enough. Now get out of here,
go on back to the bar.
I'll handle this.
- You better, Sheriff,
'cause if you don't...
- I said I'll handle it!
Now get out!
All of you, go on.
What are you, nuts?
I've got enough on my hands
without you screwing up.
Sheriff, all I have to do
is take a close look
at the corpse.
- What you have to do is what I tell you to do.
Sheriff, take a look at this.
I don't wanna look at anything.
I think you should.
So look, even if
these bugs bit him,
how do we know that's
the cause of death?
Well, we don't know for sure until
we do an autopsy.
These things could be like bees.
One sting won't kill you,
but 100 will.
Trick is, getting a specimen
without getting bitten.
Okay, you go first.
So, where's the bugs?
BEN: I don't know. I mean,
last night there were hundreds of them.
SHERIFF: You suppose
your bug could've done this?
If they did, we're all in
a lot more trouble than I thought.
SHERIFF: Why?
Because it looks like these animals
were eaten from the inside-out.
Oh. This just keeps getting better.
Oh, Sheriff,
take a look at this.
Okay, Doctor,
you got your autopsy.
Huh.
Ten to one that's Eamon and his buddies,
and they're heading right for my house.
All right, listen. Take Jack's truck.
He always leaves the key in it.
Go over to Nell's, I'll deal with them, all right?
- Okay.
Just find out what killed Jack.
Cahill!
Cahill!
Looks like there's nobody home, Eamon.
(SHATTERING)
GUY: Hey! Eamon,
you don't have to do that!
Cahill!
SHERIFF: Hold it.
Guy, what in the hell
are you doing?
Are you crazy?
Is he dead?
EAMON: Of course he's not dead.
Well, what did you have to do that for?
Hey, he should have listened to us
this morning.
Should've locked up Cahill instead of
letting him run around free.
Still ain't no reason to assault a sheriff!
Settle down, Guy.
Help me to lock him in the basement.
He'll wake up in a couple of hours
with a little bump on his head,
and we'll come back and help him out.
In the meantime, I am gonna get Cahill.
(GRUNTING)
(BELL CHIMING)
NELL: Hey!
- Hey.
What's up?
- I'll need a worktable,
good light, and a sharp knife.
(DOUBTFULLY) Okay.
Hobbs gave me permission
to autopsy the body.
(RATTLING DOORKNOB)
Hey!
Anybody out there? Hey!
(SIGHING)
(PATTERING)
(BANGING DOOR)
Hey, open the door!
(EXCLAIMING)
Ah!
(GRUNTING)
(COCKROACHES HISSING)
(HISSING LOUDLY)
(EXHALING)
What is it?
Just expected to find some internal organs.
(GULPING)
NELL: Oh!
Oh, my...
I don't think there's any question now.
Bite marks, the paralysis,
and now this.
What do you think?
I think we better get
the hell off this island.
God!
- Guy, what are you doing here? Where's the sheriff?
That's what I came here
to tell you, Doc.
There was an accident
at your house. He's...
He's in your basement.
- He's in my basement?
It was Eamon, I swear it!
He's out of control, and he's
on his way here right now.
It's okay, Guy, we'll take care of it.
- It's okay.
I'll go check on Hobbs.
- EAMON: Cahill!
Cahill, you in here?
Oh, jeez!
Take my truck. It's parked out back.
The keys are in the ignition.
- Thanks.
NELL: Be careful.
Didn't you see the sign?
We're closed.
Where the hell is Cahill?
There's something you need to know first.
- Yeah?
Eamon...
Wait! What the hell?
What've you done to him?
Listen to me...
Did Cahill do this?
It is not what you think.
- Just answer the damn question!
Now, did Cahill do this?
- Yes, but...
Ow!
- Just tell me where he is, Nell.
That is none of
your damn business!
No, you're coming with me.
Uh-oh.
Sheriff!
Sheriff?
Hey, you okay?
I don't know.
What happened?
Did Eamon do something?
I don't remember.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(RETCHING)
(GROANING)
If Hobbs won't take care of this,
I will.
Now, I'd like y'all with me,
but I'll do it alone if I have to.
I'm with you, Eamon.
(PHONE RINGING)
Hey, Eamon,
grab the phone, will ya?
(SIGHING)
Yeah?
It's Eamon, Mrs. Hobbs.
No, I haven't seen him.
Yup, I will.
Okay, then.
Bye.
What did she want?
BEN: All right, what did you do
with Nell?
You've got no right asking anything!
Let go!
Hey!
All right.
Now, listen. I found Hobbs
right where you left him.
He's dead.
You're a damn liar!
Listen... Hey!
(GROANING)
(GROANING)
NELL: Finally!
Are you gonna let me out of here?
Oh, my God! What happened?
Are you responsible for this, Eamon?
What the hell did you do to him?
You can't keep us in here, Eamon.
It's against the law.
You lovebirds sit tight. We'll find out
soon enough what's against the law.
NELL: Damn it, Eamon. Those things
inside your brother are real!
Why don't you have a look for yourself?
Maybe I was wrong putting you in here.
I should've put you
in a padded cell instead.
NELL: Eamon!
(PHONE RINGING)
Hello?
In jail?
What's she doing in jail?
Okay, Mary, thanks. I'll be right over.
(KEY TURNING IN LOCK)
MRS. BARTLE: Nell, what on earth
is going on?
What are you doing in here, darling?
(GROANING)
Could you tell me why you're
in this place.
I'll explain outside, Mom.
Well, where is the sheriff
and does he know about this?
(GASPING)
(GROANS) No.
Oh, my God!
And so there's nothing
to stop their natural cycle.
Any predators these insects
might have, they've probably killed.
And they've got no place else to
lay their eggs, except in all of us.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Hobbs.
But we've got to get everybody
out of this town as quickly as possible.
Well, why don't we
start with the children?
My class meets in half an hour.
- Okay.
Yes, then we have to hurry.
Well, first we need a boat.
Ours isn't big enough to hold
all the kids.
What about the sheriff's boat?
Do you have the keys, Mrs. Hobbs?
Let's go.
- Okay, let's go.
(SNIFFING)
Smells good, Peggy.
Henry still doing his chores?
Peggy?
(MOANING)
You okay, Peg?
You ain't said nothing all morning.
I'm not sure.
(CUTLERY CLANGING)
Peggy, what's the matter?
(EXHALING)
What's wrong, honey?
It's my stomach.
(GURGLING)
SARAH: Hurry up.
Grab you coats on your way out
to the playground.
And wait for me at the flagpole,
I'll be right with you.
In an orderly fashion,
please, children.
Sarah.
Please make sure
nobody wanders off, okay?
But don't we need permission slips,
Mrs. B.?
It's not necessary, Sarah.
It's all been arranged. Thank you.
- Okay.
We got to move.
Is that everybody?
Everyone but Henry Crump.
He didn't show up for school this morning.
Did you call him?
- Yes, no answer.
We gotta go get him.
- Okay.
Look, you go ahead to the boat
with the kids.
We're not there in 15 minutes,
you go without us.
Now this is the address.
The University of Southern Maine,
in Portland.
You gotta get this specimen
to a Dr. Mark Drayton
in the entomology department
as soon as possible.
Okay, Dr. Cahill.
Honey, be careful.
- We will, Mom.
Is Sammy okay, Mrs. B.?
No, Thomas, Sammy
should stay here.
THOMAS: Ew!
Oh!
Al!
Al?
What's the matter, Al?
Al, where's your family?
Hello? Hello?
(SIZZLING)
(COUGHING)
NELL: Ben!
Where's Henry?
Barn.
Ben, we need your help out here.
(GROANING)
We should go.
(MOANING)
Wait! We can't just leave him here!
Ahh!
(GASPING)
Did he tell you where the boy is?
Barn.
Okay, let's go.
(FLESH TEARING)
BEN: Henry!
Henry?
Henry... Oh, God!
Watch your step, the floorboards
are rotten.
Oh, thanks.
Whoa!
(HISSING)
Nell! I'm over here!
Oh, God!
Hold on, I got a rope in my truck.
- Okay, hurry up!
I don't think this is gonna hold me
much longer.
Uh-oh!
Nell! (CRIES OUT)
Ahh! (GRUNTS)
(HISSING)
Oh!
NELL: Okay.
HENRY: Over here!
Please, I'm over here.
Nell! Nell,
the boy's down here.
I gotta go get him.
- Okay.
Be careful.
Tug on the rope when you're set.
BEN: Hold on.
Are you okay?
- Yeah.
Got nothing to worry about anymore,
okay? I'm gonna get you out of here.
I need you
to listen to me very carefully, okay?
See how I'm putting
your arms over my shoulders?
You've got to hold me good and tight.
You got to keep your head low and hold on
to me with your legs
when we get out of this car.
- The bugs!
Okay? Don't worry about the bugs.
You ready? Okay,
one, two, three!
Wah! Great work, buddy.
That was good.
Now we're gonna go for another ride.
Get on there. Come on.
That's a boy!
Okay, ready?
Nell!
(LOUD HISSING)
Go!
Come on.
You got him?
NELL: There you go, yeah.
They're starting to fly.
- What?
Yup.
- What's the matter, honey?
My neck hurts.
- Let me see.
Looks like he's been bitten.
- Oh, God!
You drive.
- Okay.
BEN: Come on, buddy.
Let's go.
Let's go.
Go.
What do you mean,
left the island?
They just up and left.
The whole darn school.
My son included.
Maybe we should take a look at
Jack's body, Eamon.
Oh, come on!
You don't really believe all that
nonsense about bugs, do ya?
Can't see no harm in checking it out.
I don't believe you guys.
You're no better than that puffed-up quack
we got locked in the jailhouse.
JOHNNIE: I know Mrs. B., Eamon.
And if she's taken my son off the island,
it's for a damn good reason.
You guys do what you want.
I wanna go over there and take a look
at that body.
JANE: Excuse me, Dr. Drayton.
This just arrived for you
from Orr's Island.
From Orr's Island?
- From a Dr. Ben Cahill.
Thank you, Jane.
That's impossible.
Jane?
- Yes.
Get me McArdle's number at the CDC.
(HONKING)
Nell.
Nell!
What's going on, Nell?
Henry's been bitten.
Have you seen Vinyl?
- No.
A lot of folks have been heading
for the mainland.
Rumor's going around about your bugs.
Yeah, well, rumors are true.
As soon as I've seen to this boy,
we're getting the hell out of here.
- EAMON: Cahill!
I'll handle it.
You come back here, Cahill.
I got a score to settle with you.
Guy, you go with him.
We don't have time
for this right now, Eamon.
We got a sick boy inside.
- Come on, Eamon.
You and your friend in there
are scaring people away.
Your mother has 'em all in a
panic with your cockamamie story.
If you were smart,
you would leave, too.
(DOOR OPENING)
What the hell
do you think you're doing?
Sorry, Eamon. Nell's right.
Are you out of your mind?
What the hell?
(DISTANT BUZZING)
Holy mother!
MAN: What is it?
I think we better go back
inside the bar.
MAN: Good idea.
Let's go, come on! Come on, hurry up!
Hurry up, inside!
Where are the damn keys, you moron?
JOHNNIE: I think I left them inside!
Come on, let's go!
Let's go!
(SCREAMING)
(ALL SCREAMING)
Ahh!
Damn it, Drayton.
Just do what I ask you, okay.
Call the CDC, get 'em down here,
kill these bugs, and get us
off this island.
Dr. Cahill, the CDC
are aware of the situation.
I'm sure they'll handle it.
Ben, he's getting worse.
I gotta go.
His larynx is swollen.
He's gonna stop breathing any minute.
Nell, we need a small knife.
Guy, get me
something like a tube.
I know, a ballpoint pen.
- Got one.
Great. Guys, I'm gonna
perform a tracheotomy here.
Thank you.
Hold that. We're gonna need
to sterilize this stuff.
Hang in there, buddy.
Good job, Henry.
Hold that.
Right on here.
Okay, here we go.
Could you get your hand underneath his...
- NELL: Like that?
BEN: Yes, perfect.
- NELL: Okay.
I'll take that knife now.
(BUZZING)
Okay. Damn it. Hold that.
Give me that knife.
NELL: You'll soon be okay.
Hold on.
(INHALING SHARPLY)
Good.
Give me that pen, please. Thank you.
NELL: Yeah.
All right.
(SPUTTERING)
(GAGGING) What was that?
It's full of coffee from the jailhouse.
(MURMURING SOFTLY)
What's that?
It looks like the bugs are gone.
- What?
I guess they don't like the rain.
Well, we should get Henry
to a hospital.
Why don't we just wait here until
help arrives?
We can't afford to wait.
If he does into shock,
he's gonna need a shot of adrenaline.
I have a boat at the dock.
- All right, let's go.
(HISSING)
(HISSING)
The rain's letting up.
Where's your boat?
At anchor.
We have to row out.
BEN: All right, take the boy.
- I got him. Come on, buddy.
BEN: Two lifejackets.
One for you, and one for you.
Guy, get in the boat.
Get ready to grab him.
Okay, let's go.
(LOUD BUZZING)
Look!
NELL: Oh, my God!
Row faster!
- Oh! I can't!
Listen, we're gonna try to
flip the boat
to use as protection.
Lose this.
Okay, we'll go this way on three.
All right, ready?
One, two,
three!
(LOUD BUZZING )
I think the water's getting in his throat.
(HENRY COUGHING)
Great idea.
You're gonna signal for help.
(CRIES OUT)
What you do out there?
(SHIP HORN BLOWING)
Hey. Hey!
Over here!
Over here!
Your mother and the other kids
are okay, Ms. Bartle.
Thank you so much.
Dr. Drayton's notified
the authorities,
the CDC are moving in
to contain the area.
VINYL: Well, it's not like
it was a commercial operation.
Vinyl?
Nell, tell this guy here how long
I've been fishing these waters.
We picked him up this morning for
trapping lobsters without a permit.
I guess today was fishing day.
Well, sure, it's Thursday.
Thank God!
Good boy!
Good boy!
(BARKS)
(BARKING)
(HISSING)
(BANGING ON DOOR)
(YELLING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(CRIES OUT)
(GROANING)
(GASPS)
(MEN SPEAKING EXCITEDLY
IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)
(MUFFLED YELLS)
(STRUGGLING)
(SPLASH)
We've got a 29 year old male with
a GSW to the chest and shoulder.
Patient was unconscious
at the scene
with labored respiration
and low BP.
We're bagging him
and the IV's wide open.
Single entry only?
- Single entry.
BEN: Hello, everybody. We are
gonna need a stat chest x-ray here.
We're gonna cross-match for six units,
then we're gonna need a central line.
Let's move him first.
Move him on my count, people.
All right.
One... Two... Three.
BEN: Excellent.
Very good. Go.
Thanks, fellas.
Placing electrodes.
Get a second IV going.
NURSE: Starting second IV.
O2 sat monitor coming on.
WOMAN: I'm getting vitals.
The monitor shows sinus tach.
I'm having trouble bagging him.
All right, let's find out why.
BP 80 over 40.
We got no breath sounds coming
on the right side of that chest.
He's probably got pneumo and his
chest is full of blood.
Let's get the thoracotomy
tray over here. Gloves?
His O2 sat is only 70, Doctor.
Swab. Let's go.
Come on, scalpel.
(SIGHS) Tube.
WOMAN: Doctor?
Doctor!
You okay, Dr. Cahill?
Doctor, BP is down to 60.
Still falling.
Doctor?
Bill. Take over for me.
You heard?
I heard the whole hospital
has heard by now, Ben.
I can't overlook this any longer.
(SIGHS)
I haven't had a drink in weeks if
that's what you wanna know.
And I've never had a drink on
the job. Never.
What the hell
happened in there, Ben?
I don't know.
I'm losing focus. I, uh...
Maybe I'm losing my nerve. I...
I can't explain it.
Well, look, Ben, Whatever it is,
we can't have it in here.
No, no. I agree.
And I think I'm getting better...
Ben.
I think you need some time off.
Meaning?
You leave me no other choice.
I'm recommending a leave of absence.
Wait a second,
you know I'm a good surgeon.
I am afraid this subject
is not open for discussion.
I have to do what is
best for the patients.
Now, I'm not saying it's necessarily
a permanent situation.
No, it's a...
It's a forced vacation.
Oh, come on, Ben.
Don't fight me on this.
You had a rough year.
Now, I think
you need some time off.
When you think you're ready
to come back, give me a call,
and we'll talk about it, huh?
That's the whole point
of the quotas.
We've gotta replenish the stock.
Yeah, well, while they're busy
replenishing, my kids are going hungry.
I can't pay the mortgage.
My business is going
right down the toilet!
Oh, you gotta come
to the meetings, John,
to understand what we're talking about.
(PAGER BEEPING)
JOHN:
I've had a belly full of meetings.
(CONTINUES SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
JACK: What the hell did you do
a damn fool thing like that for?
Maybe where you come from
they treat the ocean like a slop pot,
but up here,
we treat it with respect.
Sorry. I wasn't thinking.
Ah, it's all right.
Water's a mess anyway.
(CHUCKLES)
Here.
Have one on me.
- Oh.
Oh, no thanks. I don't drink.
So what business you got
in Orr's Island?
Oh, I have a house there.
You don't say?
Uh, bought it about a year ago
with my wife.
So, where's the little woman?
Uh...
Actually, we're divorced now.
Oh.
Where's this house of yours?
Um, it's on the east end
of the island.
About a mile off the access road.
That the old Wald place?
That's right. You know it?
(SCOFFS)
I know every house on the island.
No kidding. Really?
- Yeah.
I work for the electric company.
As a matter of fact,
I am the electric company.
(LAUGHS)
When your power goes,
I'm the guy you'll be dealing with.
(CHUCKLES)
Great.
House needs a lot of work, don't it?
Oh, yeah, yeah. Place is a mess.
I mean, I'm practically rebuilding it
from the ground up.
I gotta put a new roof,
new electric, new plumbing...
Yeah, the people
who lived there, I mean...
I don't know.
They must've been crazy or something,
'cause the place is a pigsty,
you know.
I've never seen anything like it.
I have.
By all rights, that house is
supposed to be mine.
Yeah. Me and my brother Eamon,
supposed to come down to us.
Excuse me?
My name is Jack Wald.
Oh.
- Yeah.
It's my parents' house you bought.
I grew up in that pigsty.
By God.
(LAUGHS)
(SHIP HORN BLOWING)
(MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
(ENGINE STARTS)
(GRUNTING)
(YELLS)
(LAUGHS)
Oh, jeez.
Hi, big brother!
You horse's ass.
You're jumpier than
a frog on a hot griddle.
Bummin' my tools again?
What are you doing back so soon?
Thought you had a couple of weeks
worth of work.
Ah, didn't work out.
You shouldn't of let go of that job.
Hey. You want a beer?
Yeah, sure.
Hey, guess who I
ran into on the ferry boat?
Abraham Lincoln.
Ah, come on,
baked beans for brains.
I don't know, Jack.
Just tell me.
Dr. Benjamin Cahill.
Who's that?
The scummy bastard who bought the house
out from under us.
Oh, yeah.
Thought I recognized his name.
What's he like?
Real city boy.
A little weird.
Yeah, well, that figures.
Yeah, he says our house was a mess.
Called it a pigsty.
Well, you can't argue with that.
Like to mess him up a might.
Give him a real
Orr's Island welcome.
It was the bank that done this, Jack.
Take it up with them.
I'm not too sure about that.
Cahill's probably
in cahoots with them.
Ah.
- Those crooks.
We could arrange that money
if they'd only given us half a chance.
Pop hadn't paid the taxes for five years.
I don't have that kind of money
and neither do you!
You would've wasted the tax money anyway.
Let's drop this, okay?
I don't wanna talk about this anymore.
Well, who knows?
Our house might go
back on the market real soon.
Oh, you.
(LAUGHS)
Ah, finally. Candles.
Oh, come on.
Come on... Oh!
Spit!
Dang it.
Oh, oh, oh.
Come on, little fish.
(GROANS)
Well, you look like you really
wanna be eaten, fella.
I wish the fish were as easy to catch
as you are.
(SAW WHIRRING)
Damn it.
JACK: (ON VOICE MAIL)
This is Orr's Island Electric.
You got a problem with your electricity,
we can fix it.
Just leave a message
and I'll get back to you.
When I feel like it.
Now, if it'd be urgent,
you know where to find me.
(BEEP)
Hello! This is Ben Cahill. I'm sorry
to keep bothering you, but, uh...
Well, this is the third time
this week that my electric's gone out.
So, I would much appreciate...
(BEEP)
(LINE DISCONNECTS)
(DIAL TONE)
Ah, give me the usual.
(BLOWS)
What the hell is that?
Well, until you pay me
for your usual,
this is your new usual.
Johnnie,
your father served my father
at the same bar.
Your father paid my father, Jack.
Put my brother's drink
on my tab, Johnnie.
And if this weren't
the only bar in this island,
I'd walk out right now.
Well, we all gotta
make a living, Eamon.
(SIGHS)
Here. This is the last
on credit for either of you.
You got it?
MAN: First the government won't
protect the harbor from foreigners
and then they turn around and tell us
how big our trap should be.
How the hell are we supposed to
make a living around here?
Just this morning, I said, "Carol,
you better dust off those glad rags,
"I may have to put you out on the corner."
(LAUGHS)
JOHNNIE: And how'd she take that?
Told me she'd already been.
(LAUGHS)
We haven't had
a decent catch in 15 years.
You know why?
I'm sure you're gonna tell us.
It's the damn weather. It's all
screwed up with the global warming,
the acid rain.
No wonder the fishing's down.
Guy will back me up.
What do you think, Guy?
- I don't know.
Well, we can't fight the weather.
But we can fight the damn regulations.
Yeah.
MAN ON RADIO: ...reported to be well above
normal with market prices on the decline.
Ground fishing for
haddock is discontinued...
(DOOR CLOSING)
Some tuna was spotted off...
(SIGHS)
(CLEARS THROAT)
Dr. Cahill.
What brings you to town?
We need to talk.
- What about?
Same thing we talked about
yesterday and the day before.
Power's still giving you trouble, huh?
- That's right.
Why don't you sit down and have a drink?
Tell me all about it.
I already told you, I don't drink.
Yeah. Well, I think you picked
the wrong place to dry out, Mister.
Of course, I got my own little
12 step program.
Step one...
Listen...
Can you take a break from the program, huh?
Come fix my power?
I'd love to help you out, Doc,
but the system here on the island
is a little erratic.
It ain't like Boston.
By erratic, that means it only works
when you're sober, huh?
What'd you say?
I'm sorry, all right?
We got off on the wrong foot.
That was my fault, okay?
I just want my power fixed.
Truce? Please?
Why don't you come back in June,
with the rest of the tourist stock?
Promise,
I'll have your electricity fixed by then.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(ALL LAUGHING)
Fifty dollars says he's
out of here by next week.
Any takers?
- Knock it off, Jack.
No harm, Sheriff.
Just having a little fun.
Shut up, Eamon.
Jack,
I know you're upset about that house,
but nothing can be
done about it now.
Says who?
Says me.
Now don't go
causing any trouble.
Excuse me?
Sir? Excuse me?
Hello?
I heard you
the first time around.
Um, I ordered some lumber a week ago.
I'm checking to see if it's arrived.
Uh, the name's Cahill.
Uh, what hill?
Cahill.
Kay Hill. Never heard of it.
Right. Um...
Well, I ordered some lumber
about a week ago. Could... Is...
Lumber? What lumber?
Hmm.
Okay, um...
There was a woman that took my order.
Yeah. That'd be Nell.
Nell.
Is she here?
- No.
Do you know where she is?
- Yeah.
All right, Could you tell me?
It's Monday.
Yes, sir, and yesterday was Sunday,
but that doesn't help me find her.
Mondays, she works at the warehouse
down by the ferry dock.
Right. Of course.
Thank you.
(FERRY HORN BLOWING)
Hi. Uh, perhaps you can help me.
I'm looking for Nell.
Um...
Thank you!
Hey! Hey! Excuse me!
Excuse me?
Sorry.
Didn't mean to scare you.
It's all right.
You remember me?
Dr. Cahill, ordered some lumber?
Oh, yeah.
You bought the old Wald place, right?
Yeah. Although the way most people
treat me around here,
you'd think I stole it.
Don't worry.
The guys will come around.
There's just a certain amount
of resentment here for mainlanders.
I know.
I could feel that.
Hope you don't mind.
I went ahead and ordered you some sealant.
You're gonna need it
for that roof of yours.
Thanks. Actually I was just gonna
order some of this this weekend.
Yeah, the rain gets pretty heavy
around here, and when the snow comes...
Hop on.
I'll give you a lift to your car.
Are you sure you know how to
handle this thing?
Don't worry. I used to play
chicken with the harbormaster.
Okay.
(ENGINE STARTS)
What happened?
He lost.
Shoo.
Go away.
Oh, my...
(WHISPERING) Damn it.
You got a bug problem?
Uh, yup.
Uh, how about some fly paper?
No, thanks.
- Sure?
Buy six get one free.
No, I'm all set. Thanks.
Oh, okay.
Are you gonna ring me up?
Wish I could help you, son, but...
I don't know how to run
this darn thing.
Of course not. (CLEARS
THROAT) So where's Nell?
It's Tuesday.
It's Tuesday.
And Tuesday, Nell is...
With her mother.
With her mother...
Where?
At the school house.
I'll be back.
(DOOR OPENS)
A report on the Greater Prairie-Chicken
by Henry S. Crump.
Today I'm gonna tell you about
the Greater Prairie-Chicken.
The Greater Prairie-Chicken is the only
wild chicken in the United States, but...
May I help you?
- Yeah, I...
Uh, sorry to interrupt you guys,
but, uh...
I just need to see your daughter for
a second, Mrs. Bartle.
Well, could it wait, Dr. Cahill?
We're in the middle of our
vanishing species lecture series.
Uh...
Why don't you
join us for a moment, Doc,
and we'll talk after Henry's done.
Okay.
All right. Thanks.
MRS. BARTLE:
It's all right, Henry. Go ahead.
(COOING)
HENRY: But is nearly extinct.
Greater Prairie-Chickens are brown,
with orange eyebrows and fly like ducks.
The Greater Prairie-Chicken
live in Illinois and not Maine,
so I couldn't bring one to class.
Instead, I drew this picture,
and my dad let me bring in Carly,
who is not a Greater Prairie-Chicken.
The Greater Prairie-Chicken
is a grassland bird.
It eats grasshoppers, ants,
and leafhoppers,
and it lives only two to three years.
During mating, the male Prairie-Chickens
do a dance called booming.
They stomp their feet on the ground,
flutter and jump,
spread their tail feathers out like a fan
and puff up the air satchel
on their necks
to attract female chickens.
(CONTINUES SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
Oh. That's charming.
(ALL GASP)
You saw how big that damn thing was?
(ALL MURMURING)
That was Clementine.
The class pet.
I feel horrible.
I think you traumatized them for life.
I think I've been traumatized for life.
Sorry. I'm just not feeling that friendly
toward bugs lately.
Really.
- Yeah.
Last night I found a whole
army of cockroaches in my refrigerator.
I mean, big suckers.
Gross.
- Yeah.
And I think Jack Wald put 'em there.
What? Jack put bugs
in your refrigerator?
Yeah. How else could they get in there?
Well, bugs can find their way
into any place,
but I doubt it was Jack Wald.
Oh, really? Why?
Well, I just...
It just doesn't seem
like something Jack would do.
Nell, he's obviously trying to
drive me out of my house.
I don't know. Jack's not the
psychological torture-type.
He's more the
"get drunk and breathe in your face" type.
Oh, yeah.
I've seen that as well.
Okay.
- Mmm-hmm.
Be honest.
How bad is this roach problem?
Well, I'll put it to you this way.
I won't be eating
chicken any time soon.
Well, you can use the
over the counter method, or...
If you promise not to poison yourself,
I can fix you up with something stronger.
I think I need the full artillery.
Follow me.
- Following.
Okay. Let's see. Hmm.
Hey... Who painted this?
That? I did.
- Really?
Yeah. Why?
- 'Cause they're good.
Thanks.
No, really, Nell.
You know, you could sell these.
No.
- Well, why the heck not?
I never really thought about it.
Oh, yeah?
How much you want for this one?
You really want it?
- I certainly do.
I think this would look
excellent in my house.
Well then, Doc, it's yours.
No. You can't do that.
That's not selling.
You gotta take some for it, Nell.
Come on.
Okay then.
You can owe me one.
The next time I sprain my ankle or
something, you can fix me up for free.
Deal?
- All right. Deal.
There. It's the answer to
your infestation problem.
If it were a snake it would have bit me.
We used to have a problem with gypsy moths
years back.
We had to keep spraying this stuff.
Pheno...
Let me, me, me.
Phenoxyphenyl methyl dichloroethenyl.
And in English.
If it breathes, it will die.
Yikes.
- (SCOFFS) No kidding.
JACK: Hey!
Vinyl tells us
you've got a little bug problem.
Maybe you want us to come out
and take a look?
I'm good with bugs.
Maybe you should just stay away from
my house. Fix my power instead, huh?
Our house, ah...
That's right, Eamon.
It's his house now.
You have to forgive us, Doctor.
Sometimes we forget.
You know what?
You can harass me all you want,
but I'm not leaving town.
You got that?
Harass you?
Yeah.
What are you talking about?
Oh, you know damn well.
I sure don't.
I'm talking about the bugs, Wald.
I'm talking about a refrigerator
full of cockroaches.
You think I put bugs in your refrigerator?
Yeah, that's right. I do.
Oh, you chowder head.
(CHUCKLING)
I think you're spending too much time
out there alone in the woods.
Really. What time was that?
Okay. Okay, yeah.
Yeah, no, I know where you mean.
Uh, all right.
Listen, Guy. Just sit tight.
Okay, I'll be right down.
Now, why don't you come on in and let us
buy you a drink.
Just stay away from my house.
Or what?
You're gonna hit me with your stethoscope?
Stab him with your thermometer?
Take out his tonsils?
(ALL CHUCKLING)
All right, Wald.
Don't make the mistake of picking a
fight with me thinking I won't fight back.
Is that a threat?
Take it any way you want.
- Oh, you hear him?
You hear what he said to me?
SHERIFF: All right, boys.
Show's over.
You fix this man's power yet, Jack?
Why, Sheriff,
we were just fooling with him.
All right, guys, clear out of here.
Go on, go home, go have another drink,
but off this street.
Come on. Go.
Jack, I want his power turned on today.
For Pete's sake.
- Go on.
Trying to be friendly.
I'm going to the block and tackle.
Thanks, Sheriff.
I owe you one.
Good. Well, then you won't mind
lending me your expertise for a while.
What, somebody's sick?
Somebody's dead.
SHERIFF: Chandler Moffat.
Kept to himself. Ran the lighthouse.
Guy found him when
he was pulling in his traps.
What do you think, Doc?
It's kind of hard to tell.
When was the last time he was seen alive?
Yesterday. He had lunch
at the Red Claw.
Was he prone to any kind of seizures?
Epileptic or otherwise?
I don't know.
Could've been, I guess.
I don't know.
Hello.
Stupid old fool.
I guess I can
handle this from now on, Doc.
Take a look at this, will you?
These marks here.
These caused by crabs?
Anything could've caused that.
Crabs, sea lice, anything.
Planning on doing an autopsy?
Are you kidding?
It'd take at least a week
to get a medical examiner out here.
GUY: Same thing happened to
Tom Hale back in '88.
Got drunk,
passed out and drowned in a foot of water.
Then the crabs got him.
Well, I think you should do an autopsy,
just to be sure.
I mean, if you don't wanna
wait for the medical examiner,
then I can do a rudimentary examination.
I appreciate your concern, Doc.
This old guy had no wife,
no kids, no one to answer to.
And since they put
that timer in the lighthouse,
he didn't have anything to do.
No, as far as I'm concerned,
it's just another islander
got drunk and he drowned.
That's what my report's gonna say.
End of story.
How much?
What are those for?
What do you think?
You haven't gone fishing in 15 years.
You gonna sell 'em to me or not?
Not if you're thinking
of doing something else to Cahill.
What do you care?
This thing between you and him is
all in your head.
All in my head.
Well, that's rich.
So, tell me, Nell.
This thing between you and Dr. Cahill,
whose head is that in?
I think you need to
cool off a little, Jack.
Just give me a six-pack of beer.
(SPRAYING)
(TV TURNS ON)
Well, it's about time.
(SQUEAKING)
(WHIMPERING)
(SCREECHING)
(ENGINE STOPS)
(GRUNTS)
(HUMMING DRUNKENLY)
(SINGING SEA SHANTY)
Huh?
Poor bastards.
(HUMMING)
Damn it!
Nothing wrong with that.
(SCREAMS)
Ah!
(LEAVES RUSTLING)
(YELLING)
(EXCLAIMING)
(RINGING)
JACK: (ON VOICE MAIL)
This is Orr's Island Electric.
You got a problem with your electricity,
we can fix it.
Just leave a message
and I'll get back to you.
When I feel like it.
Now, if it'd be urgent,
you know where to find me.
(BEEP)
(GLASS SHATTERING)
(BRAKES SCREECHING)
SHERIFF: Let's just calm down.
It appears this was an accident.
This was no accident, Sheriff.
Yeah, you heard him this afternoon,
accusing Jack.
It doesn't prove anything, Enoch.
What about the beer in his car?
Yeah, we all know he's a drunk
Why don't you smell his breath?
Now just shut up and back off.
Why don't you go wait in the truck?
Hold on, Eamon.
Hold on.
Look, I'm awful sorry,
but let's just take it easy.
I don't want any more trouble tonight.
There's nothing to be done
until we get an autopsy.
When's that gonna happen?
I'll get the medical examiner
on the next ferry.
Next ferry is a week away.
- I know that.
And until then, we're not gonna jump
to any conclusions.
All right. Now you guys,
pick up Jack's body,
put him in the truck,
take him into the Block 'n Tackle
and ask Nell if we can use her cooler.
(BANGING ON DOOR)
ENOCH: Open up, Nell!
We need to use your cooler.
(BANGING CONTINUES)
There's been an accident!
Hold on. I'm coming!
Oh, my God.
You got any room in cold storage?
What happened? Who is it?
It's Jack Wald.
The good news is you weren't drinking.
The bad news is the entire town thinks
you killed Jack on purpose.
So, either way, you're in a heap
of trouble, son.
Thanks, Mrs. Hobbs.
You're welcome, Dr. Cahill.
Thank you, Mary.
I'd like to believe your story, Doc,
but let's face it,
it sounds kinda bad.
I'm telling you, there was something wrong
with the guy before I hit him.
Saw the way
his hand was clenched up?
I mean, doesn't that seem
familiar to you?
Coincidence?
No. I mean...
When a body dies, it goes limp.
Rigor mortis, four hours to set in.
So?
- So...
That means that after I hit him, his hand
shouldn't have been stiff.
Unless...
Unless he was suffering from
something else.
Well, if you're right,
charges will get dropped.
We just have to wait
for the results of an autopsy.
And until then?
You gonna lock me up?
No, I'm gonna release you
on your own recognizance.
Thanks, Sheriff.
But, listen.
I want you to stay out of town
for a few days,
'till we get the autopsy done.
Well, you know
you don't have to wait.
Why don't you
let me do the autopsy?
(SCOFFS) Forget it, Cahill.
You know what the people in this town
would do to both of us.
All right.
Something is not right about this.
(HISSING)
(GASPING)
Oh, my God!
(RATTLING)
(STRIKING MATCH)
Don't move!
If I don't move,
I'm gonna burn my finger.
Nell, you scared me.
I scared you?
- Oh, sorry.
Seems like every time I see you,
you get more tense.
What are you doing here?
Sheriff said you might need some food,
so I brought you dinner.
BEN: Oh!
But you aren't afraid
to be seen with me?
Was it an accident?
- "Was it an accident?"
Yes, of course.
Then I'm not afraid
to be seen with you.
Sheriff thinks you ought to stay out
of town for the next couple of days.
I think he's right.
My painting doesn't look
too bad in here.
It's a start.
But I got a long way to go.
Well, there's not much else
to do here on Orr's Island.
I know. It's too bad
I stopped drinking.
Seems to be the number one
pastime around here.
Oh, God! I'm so sorry.
I wasn't thinking.
That's okay.
It's nice to see you enjoying yourself.
(NELL SIGHING)
I think I remember when you came
to buy this house.
You were with your wife, right?
- Mmm-hmm.
I believe...
I believe that was a last-ditch effort
to save our marriage,
but that did not work.
I'm sorry.
It's okay. What about you? You
ever been married? (HISSING)
No!
Oh!
(HISSING)
Okay. None of my business.
I swear it was a cockroach.
Sure? I sprayed everywhere.
Positive.
Man, those things are
all over the island.
Hey!
Hey, you know that transformer station
in the woods?
Wald went there to fix my power.
I think he had some sort of
allergic reaction.
Allergic reaction... to what?
- To the bugs.
You see, I've been trying to figure out
why, when we found Jack's body,
his right hand was clenched,
and these red marks
all over the back of it.
Now, I think those red marks
were insect bites,
and certain insect bites
can cause paralysis.
Hmm. But cockroaches
don't bite.
I know, I know, it's weird.
But these were not ordinary cockroaches.
These had pincers.
Let me show you this.
Here. Here,
I marked it over here.
"Frequently mistaken for
the Madagascar cockroach,
"Phylomenescus cerberus
or the African armadillo bug
"works as a highly organized unit,
much like ants or bees.
"They bite their prey
and paralyze them
"in order to lay their eggs
inside the host."
Ew!
- Yeah, I know. Tasty, right?
"Although little else is known
about these insects,
"they are believed
to pose no threat to man,
"preferring instead to prey
on small, warm-blooded animals
"such as rodent,
badgers..." Blah, blah.
What makes you so sure that that's
the thing that we saw?
Well, I'm not.
I'm sure as hell gonna find out.
You think he's still down there?
Maybe we should run the water,
just in case.
Yeah, except that the pump runs
on electricity,
and God knows
when I'll get that back.
Are you sure you didn't just
blow a fuse?
I'm sure.
I checked the fuses before I left.
Did you flick 'em?
You didn't flick 'em.
Sometimes, when they blow,
the switches get stuck.
BEN: Really?
Okay, let's see.
(RADIO PLAYING FAINTLY)
Hah!
Huh.
Voila! Come on, let's go.
Come on.
(WATER RUNNING)
Oh!
Here we go.
Excellent.
Hey!
Blueberry pie. My favorite!
You were holding out on me.
(CHUCKLING) Yeah.
Gosh, I kind of lost my appetite, though.
Yeah, I know what you mean.
- Me, too.
It's all right.
You'll eat it later.
I have to get going.
It's been a hard day.
Oh?
Yeah, sure has, huh?
It's kind of sad, you know.
Jack wasn't such a bad guy, really,
once you got to know him.
No, I'm sure he wasn't.
I just gotta find out
what happened out there.
Well, don't think about it too much.
Nell,
listen, um...
Thanks. Thanks a lot
for everything.
Don't mention it.
You know...
You could stay.
(CHUCKLES) Mmm.
It's a small island, Doctor.
So?
You get some sleep.
Good night.
- Good night.
(SHIVERING)
(RADIO PLAYING SOFTLY)
(SIGHS)
Ah!
Ugh!
(TELEPHONE RINGING)
Entomology.
Dr. Drayton speaking.
Yeah, this is Dr. Ben Cahill.
May I speak with
Dr. Mark Templeton, please?
Dr. Templeton is on vacation, Dr. Cahill.
Can I help you with something?
Perhaps. Are you familiar
with the African armadillo bug?
Ah, yes.
Phylomenescus cerberus,
Interesting bug.
What would you like to know
about it?
(SNIFFS) Well, is it
a threat to humans?
Not that I'm aware of. Why?
Well, we got these things
living out here in Maine.
They look like cockroaches,
but they have pincers.
And from what I can tell,
they're biting people
and causing some sort of
localized paralysis.
And you think it's an armadillo bug?
That's impossible.
Well, Doctor, I understand
it may be unlikely,
but if you were here,
I think you'd think differently.
Where are you exactly?
Orr's Island, Casco Bay.
(SIGHING) There are many insects
which cause paralysis, Dr. Cahill.
You said it had pincers?
- Mmm-hmm.
Well, in the insect world,
if it looks like a duck,
and quacks like a duck,
it's not always a duck.
So what you're saying is you have
no idea what we have here.
Look, there are almost a million species
of insect, Doctor.
Some estimate there are
somewhere between
nine and 30 million
more species yet to be discovered.
Your bug could be anything.
Send me a specimen,
Dr. Cahill,
and I may be able to help you out.
I'll try and do that.
Thank you, Doctor.
BEN: You crazy redneck!
You want a fight, fine, you got one.
Let's have this out once and for all.
I got it from Jack's answering machine.
It's from last night.
Look, Eamon, I'm sorry about your brother,
but what's your point?
What's my point?
It was no accident last night.
It was murder!
You're way out of line.
All that tape tells me
is that Jack was a big pain
in Cahill's neck.
Damn it, Sheriff,
my brother's lying dead,
and Cahill's running around free.
It's not right!
Well, what do you want me to do?
Do you want me to lock him up?
This is an island,
where is he gonna go?
Nell sent you home for the day, Vinyl?
- Yeah.
She and that Cahill fella.
Do we really wanna do this here?
Unfortunately, it's the only way
we can find out what's going on here.
What the hell are you doing?
It's my fault, Sheriff.
I called Cahill down here...
I told you to leave the body alone!
What in the hell is wrong with you?
It's not enough for you to run him down,
now you're gonna go
poking around his body?
Damn it, Sheriff, you better lock him up now!
- Just let me explain...
Shut up!
- Look, just relax. I think I can explain...
(THUDDING)
Eamon, that's enough! Lay off.
That's enough. Now get out of here,
go on back to the bar.
I'll handle this.
- You better, Sheriff,
'cause if you don't...
- I said I'll handle it!
Now get out!
All of you, go on.
What are you, nuts?
I've got enough on my hands
without you screwing up.
Sheriff, all I have to do
is take a close look
at the corpse.
- What you have to do is what I tell you to do.
Sheriff, take a look at this.
I don't wanna look at anything.
I think you should.
So look, even if
these bugs bit him,
how do we know that's
the cause of death?
Well, we don't know for sure until
we do an autopsy.
These things could be like bees.
One sting won't kill you,
but 100 will.
Trick is, getting a specimen
without getting bitten.
Okay, you go first.
So, where's the bugs?
BEN: I don't know. I mean,
last night there were hundreds of them.
SHERIFF: You suppose
your bug could've done this?
If they did, we're all in
a lot more trouble than I thought.
SHERIFF: Why?
Because it looks like these animals
were eaten from the inside-out.
Oh. This just keeps getting better.
Oh, Sheriff,
take a look at this.
Okay, Doctor,
you got your autopsy.
Huh.
Ten to one that's Eamon and his buddies,
and they're heading right for my house.
All right, listen. Take Jack's truck.
He always leaves the key in it.
Go over to Nell's, I'll deal with them, all right?
- Okay.
Just find out what killed Jack.
Cahill!
Cahill!
Looks like there's nobody home, Eamon.
(SHATTERING)
GUY: Hey! Eamon,
you don't have to do that!
Cahill!
SHERIFF: Hold it.
Guy, what in the hell
are you doing?
Are you crazy?
Is he dead?
EAMON: Of course he's not dead.
Well, what did you have to do that for?
Hey, he should have listened to us
this morning.
Should've locked up Cahill instead of
letting him run around free.
Still ain't no reason to assault a sheriff!
Settle down, Guy.
Help me to lock him in the basement.
He'll wake up in a couple of hours
with a little bump on his head,
and we'll come back and help him out.
In the meantime, I am gonna get Cahill.
(GRUNTING)
(BELL CHIMING)
NELL: Hey!
- Hey.
What's up?
- I'll need a worktable,
good light, and a sharp knife.
(DOUBTFULLY) Okay.
Hobbs gave me permission
to autopsy the body.
(RATTLING DOORKNOB)
Hey!
Anybody out there? Hey!
(SIGHING)
(PATTERING)
(BANGING DOOR)
Hey, open the door!
(EXCLAIMING)
Ah!
(GRUNTING)
(COCKROACHES HISSING)
(HISSING LOUDLY)
(EXHALING)
What is it?
Just expected to find some internal organs.
(GULPING)
NELL: Oh!
Oh, my...
I don't think there's any question now.
Bite marks, the paralysis,
and now this.
What do you think?
I think we better get
the hell off this island.
God!
- Guy, what are you doing here? Where's the sheriff?
That's what I came here
to tell you, Doc.
There was an accident
at your house. He's...
He's in your basement.
- He's in my basement?
It was Eamon, I swear it!
He's out of control, and he's
on his way here right now.
It's okay, Guy, we'll take care of it.
- It's okay.
I'll go check on Hobbs.
- EAMON: Cahill!
Cahill, you in here?
Oh, jeez!
Take my truck. It's parked out back.
The keys are in the ignition.
- Thanks.
NELL: Be careful.
Didn't you see the sign?
We're closed.
Where the hell is Cahill?
There's something you need to know first.
- Yeah?
Eamon...
Wait! What the hell?
What've you done to him?
Listen to me...
Did Cahill do this?
It is not what you think.
- Just answer the damn question!
Now, did Cahill do this?
- Yes, but...
Ow!
- Just tell me where he is, Nell.
That is none of
your damn business!
No, you're coming with me.
Uh-oh.
Sheriff!
Sheriff?
Hey, you okay?
I don't know.
What happened?
Did Eamon do something?
I don't remember.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(RETCHING)
(GROANING)
If Hobbs won't take care of this,
I will.
Now, I'd like y'all with me,
but I'll do it alone if I have to.
I'm with you, Eamon.
(PHONE RINGING)
Hey, Eamon,
grab the phone, will ya?
(SIGHING)
Yeah?
It's Eamon, Mrs. Hobbs.
No, I haven't seen him.
Yup, I will.
Okay, then.
Bye.
What did she want?
BEN: All right, what did you do
with Nell?
You've got no right asking anything!
Let go!
Hey!
All right.
Now, listen. I found Hobbs
right where you left him.
He's dead.
You're a damn liar!
Listen... Hey!
(GROANING)
(GROANING)
NELL: Finally!
Are you gonna let me out of here?
Oh, my God! What happened?
Are you responsible for this, Eamon?
What the hell did you do to him?
You can't keep us in here, Eamon.
It's against the law.
You lovebirds sit tight. We'll find out
soon enough what's against the law.
NELL: Damn it, Eamon. Those things
inside your brother are real!
Why don't you have a look for yourself?
Maybe I was wrong putting you in here.
I should've put you
in a padded cell instead.
NELL: Eamon!
(PHONE RINGING)
Hello?
In jail?
What's she doing in jail?
Okay, Mary, thanks. I'll be right over.
(KEY TURNING IN LOCK)
MRS. BARTLE: Nell, what on earth
is going on?
What are you doing in here, darling?
(GROANING)
Could you tell me why you're
in this place.
I'll explain outside, Mom.
Well, where is the sheriff
and does he know about this?
(GASPING)
(GROANS) No.
Oh, my God!
And so there's nothing
to stop their natural cycle.
Any predators these insects
might have, they've probably killed.
And they've got no place else to
lay their eggs, except in all of us.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Hobbs.
But we've got to get everybody
out of this town as quickly as possible.
Well, why don't we
start with the children?
My class meets in half an hour.
- Okay.
Yes, then we have to hurry.
Well, first we need a boat.
Ours isn't big enough to hold
all the kids.
What about the sheriff's boat?
Do you have the keys, Mrs. Hobbs?
Let's go.
- Okay, let's go.
(SNIFFING)
Smells good, Peggy.
Henry still doing his chores?
Peggy?
(MOANING)
You okay, Peg?
You ain't said nothing all morning.
I'm not sure.
(CUTLERY CLANGING)
Peggy, what's the matter?
(EXHALING)
What's wrong, honey?
It's my stomach.
(GURGLING)
SARAH: Hurry up.
Grab you coats on your way out
to the playground.
And wait for me at the flagpole,
I'll be right with you.
In an orderly fashion,
please, children.
Sarah.
Please make sure
nobody wanders off, okay?
But don't we need permission slips,
Mrs. B.?
It's not necessary, Sarah.
It's all been arranged. Thank you.
- Okay.
We got to move.
Is that everybody?
Everyone but Henry Crump.
He didn't show up for school this morning.
Did you call him?
- Yes, no answer.
We gotta go get him.
- Okay.
Look, you go ahead to the boat
with the kids.
We're not there in 15 minutes,
you go without us.
Now this is the address.
The University of Southern Maine,
in Portland.
You gotta get this specimen
to a Dr. Mark Drayton
in the entomology department
as soon as possible.
Okay, Dr. Cahill.
Honey, be careful.
- We will, Mom.
Is Sammy okay, Mrs. B.?
No, Thomas, Sammy
should stay here.
THOMAS: Ew!
Oh!
Al!
Al?
What's the matter, Al?
Al, where's your family?
Hello? Hello?
(SIZZLING)
(COUGHING)
NELL: Ben!
Where's Henry?
Barn.
Ben, we need your help out here.
(GROANING)
We should go.
(MOANING)
Wait! We can't just leave him here!
Ahh!
(GASPING)
Did he tell you where the boy is?
Barn.
Okay, let's go.
(FLESH TEARING)
BEN: Henry!
Henry?
Henry... Oh, God!
Watch your step, the floorboards
are rotten.
Oh, thanks.
Whoa!
(HISSING)
Nell! I'm over here!
Oh, God!
Hold on, I got a rope in my truck.
- Okay, hurry up!
I don't think this is gonna hold me
much longer.
Uh-oh!
Nell! (CRIES OUT)
Ahh! (GRUNTS)
(HISSING)
Oh!
NELL: Okay.
HENRY: Over here!
Please, I'm over here.
Nell! Nell,
the boy's down here.
I gotta go get him.
- Okay.
Be careful.
Tug on the rope when you're set.
BEN: Hold on.
Are you okay?
- Yeah.
Got nothing to worry about anymore,
okay? I'm gonna get you out of here.
I need you
to listen to me very carefully, okay?
See how I'm putting
your arms over my shoulders?
You've got to hold me good and tight.
You got to keep your head low and hold on
to me with your legs
when we get out of this car.
- The bugs!
Okay? Don't worry about the bugs.
You ready? Okay,
one, two, three!
Wah! Great work, buddy.
That was good.
Now we're gonna go for another ride.
Get on there. Come on.
That's a boy!
Okay, ready?
Nell!
(LOUD HISSING)
Go!
Come on.
You got him?
NELL: There you go, yeah.
They're starting to fly.
- What?
Yup.
- What's the matter, honey?
My neck hurts.
- Let me see.
Looks like he's been bitten.
- Oh, God!
You drive.
- Okay.
BEN: Come on, buddy.
Let's go.
Let's go.
Go.
What do you mean,
left the island?
They just up and left.
The whole darn school.
My son included.
Maybe we should take a look at
Jack's body, Eamon.
Oh, come on!
You don't really believe all that
nonsense about bugs, do ya?
Can't see no harm in checking it out.
I don't believe you guys.
You're no better than that puffed-up quack
we got locked in the jailhouse.
JOHNNIE: I know Mrs. B., Eamon.
And if she's taken my son off the island,
it's for a damn good reason.
You guys do what you want.
I wanna go over there and take a look
at that body.
JANE: Excuse me, Dr. Drayton.
This just arrived for you
from Orr's Island.
From Orr's Island?
- From a Dr. Ben Cahill.
Thank you, Jane.
That's impossible.
Jane?
- Yes.
Get me McArdle's number at the CDC.
(HONKING)
Nell.
Nell!
What's going on, Nell?
Henry's been bitten.
Have you seen Vinyl?
- No.
A lot of folks have been heading
for the mainland.
Rumor's going around about your bugs.
Yeah, well, rumors are true.
As soon as I've seen to this boy,
we're getting the hell out of here.
- EAMON: Cahill!
I'll handle it.
You come back here, Cahill.
I got a score to settle with you.
Guy, you go with him.
We don't have time
for this right now, Eamon.
We got a sick boy inside.
- Come on, Eamon.
You and your friend in there
are scaring people away.
Your mother has 'em all in a
panic with your cockamamie story.
If you were smart,
you would leave, too.
(DOOR OPENING)
What the hell
do you think you're doing?
Sorry, Eamon. Nell's right.
Are you out of your mind?
What the hell?
(DISTANT BUZZING)
Holy mother!
MAN: What is it?
I think we better go back
inside the bar.
MAN: Good idea.
Let's go, come on! Come on, hurry up!
Hurry up, inside!
Where are the damn keys, you moron?
JOHNNIE: I think I left them inside!
Come on, let's go!
Let's go!
(SCREAMING)
(ALL SCREAMING)
Ahh!
Damn it, Drayton.
Just do what I ask you, okay.
Call the CDC, get 'em down here,
kill these bugs, and get us
off this island.
Dr. Cahill, the CDC
are aware of the situation.
I'm sure they'll handle it.
Ben, he's getting worse.
I gotta go.
His larynx is swollen.
He's gonna stop breathing any minute.
Nell, we need a small knife.
Guy, get me
something like a tube.
I know, a ballpoint pen.
- Got one.
Great. Guys, I'm gonna
perform a tracheotomy here.
Thank you.
Hold that. We're gonna need
to sterilize this stuff.
Hang in there, buddy.
Good job, Henry.
Hold that.
Right on here.
Okay, here we go.
Could you get your hand underneath his...
- NELL: Like that?
BEN: Yes, perfect.
- NELL: Okay.
I'll take that knife now.
(BUZZING)
Okay. Damn it. Hold that.
Give me that knife.
NELL: You'll soon be okay.
Hold on.
(INHALING SHARPLY)
Good.
Give me that pen, please. Thank you.
NELL: Yeah.
All right.
(SPUTTERING)
(GAGGING) What was that?
It's full of coffee from the jailhouse.
(MURMURING SOFTLY)
What's that?
It looks like the bugs are gone.
- What?
I guess they don't like the rain.
Well, we should get Henry
to a hospital.
Why don't we just wait here until
help arrives?
We can't afford to wait.
If he does into shock,
he's gonna need a shot of adrenaline.
I have a boat at the dock.
- All right, let's go.
(HISSING)
(HISSING)
The rain's letting up.
Where's your boat?
At anchor.
We have to row out.
BEN: All right, take the boy.
- I got him. Come on, buddy.
BEN: Two lifejackets.
One for you, and one for you.
Guy, get in the boat.
Get ready to grab him.
Okay, let's go.
(LOUD BUZZING)
Look!
NELL: Oh, my God!
Row faster!
- Oh! I can't!
Listen, we're gonna try to
flip the boat
to use as protection.
Lose this.
Okay, we'll go this way on three.
All right, ready?
One, two,
three!
(LOUD BUZZING )
I think the water's getting in his throat.
(HENRY COUGHING)
Great idea.
You're gonna signal for help.
(CRIES OUT)
What you do out there?
(SHIP HORN BLOWING)
Hey. Hey!
Over here!
Over here!
Your mother and the other kids
are okay, Ms. Bartle.
Thank you so much.
Dr. Drayton's notified
the authorities,
the CDC are moving in
to contain the area.
VINYL: Well, it's not like
it was a commercial operation.
Vinyl?
Nell, tell this guy here how long
I've been fishing these waters.
We picked him up this morning for
trapping lobsters without a permit.
I guess today was fishing day.
Well, sure, it's Thursday.
Thank God!
Good boy!
Good boy!
(BARKS)
(BARKING)
(HISSING)