Storm of the Century (1999) s01e01 Episode Script
Episode 1
1
[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.
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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?
-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]
[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.
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]
[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!
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]
♪
[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]
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[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?
-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]
[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.
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]
[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!
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]
♪