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(eerie dramatic music)

(wind howling)

(thunder rumbling)

(man mumbling in Swahili)

(banging on door)
(men shouting Swahili)

(man shouts in Swahili)

(banging on door)
(shouting in Swahili)

(man shouts in Swahili)

(men continue shouting in Swahili)

(man groans in agony)

(pounding on door)

(fast paced music)
(men shouting in Swahili)

(thunder booms)

(man whimpering)

(water splashes)

(sinister music)

(siren wailing faintly)

We've got a 29 year-old male

with a GSW to the chest and shoulder.

The 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.

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.
- Starting second IV.

O2 sat monitor comin' on.

I'm getting vitals.

Monitor one shows sinus tech.

I'm having trouble bagging him.

All right. Let's find out why.

BP 80 over 40.

I got no breath sounds

comin' outta the right side of the chest.

He's probably got a pneuo,

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!

C'mon, scalpel.

(suspenseful music)

(exhales forcefully) Tube.

Doctor?

Doctor!

You okay, Dr. Cahill?

Doctor, BP's down to 60, still falling.

Doctor!

Bill, take over for me.

(announcer mumbling faintly over PA)

You heard?

I'm afraid the whole
hospital has heard by now, Ben.

I can't overlook this anymore.

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, then?

I don't know.

I'm losing focus. I, uh...

Maybe I'm losing my nerve.

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'm afraid the subject
is not open for discussion.

I have to do what's best for the patients.

Now, I am not saying it's
necessarily a permanent situation.

No, it's a forced vacation.

Oh come on, Ben, don't fight me on this.

You've had a rough year.

Now, I think you need some time off.

And when you think you're
ready to come back,

give me a call, and
we'll talk about it, huh?

[Announcer] Paging
Dr. Katlin, pediatrics.

Dr. Katlin, pediatrics.

(soft tense music)

(bird cawing)

That's the whole point of the quotas.

We 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.

[Fisherman] Oh, you gotta
come to the meetings, John,

to understand what we're talkin' bout.

(beeper dinging)

[Fisherman] I've had a
belly full of meetings.

Why the hell'd you do a
damn fool thing like that?

Maybe where you come from

they treat the ocean like a slop pipe,

but up here, we treat it with respect.

Sorry. I wasn't thinking.

Ah, that's all right,
water's a mess, anyway.

(Ben laughs)
Here, have one on me.

Oh, no thanks. I don't drink.

So what business you got in Orrs Island?

[Ben] Oh, I have a house there.

You don't say?

Bought it about a year ago with my wife.

So, where's the little woman?

Actually we're divorced now.

Oh. Where's this house of yours?

It's on the east end of the island,

about a mile off the access road.

That the old Wald place?

[Ben] That's right. You know it?

Heh, I know every house on the island.

No kiddin', really?

Yeah. I work for the electric company.

As a matter of fact, I
am the electric company.

(Ben laughs)

When your power goes, I'm the
guy you'll be dealin' with.

Great.

House needs a lotta work, don't it?

Oh, yeah, yeah. The place is a mess.

I mean, I'm practically
rebuilding it from the ground up.

I've gotta put new roof,

new electric, new plumbing.

Yeah, the people who
lived there, I mean...

I don't know, they must've
been crazy or somethin'

'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.

Yep, me and my brother, Eamon,

it's supposed to come down to us.

Excuse me?

My name is Jack Wald.

Oh. Yeah.

It's my parents' house you bought.

(soft tense music)

I grew up in that
"pigsty," by God. (laughs)

(Ben sighs)

(boat horn blowing)

All right, see you later now.

My day here's done.

(men chattering faintly)

(birds cawing)

(sinister music)

(tools clanking)

(Eamon grunting)

(Eamon shouts)
(Jack laughs)

- Ahh, jeez!
- Surprise, big brother!

You horse's ass!

You're jumpier than a
frog on a hot griddle.

Bummin' my tools again?

What're you doin' back so soon?

I thought you had a
couple weeks worth a work.

Ah, it didn't work out.

You shouldn't have 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. You got
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, I thought
I recognized his name.

What's he like?

Real city boy. A little weird.

Well, that figures.

And he says our house was a mess.

He called it a pigsty.

Well, ya can't argue with that.

I'd like to mess him up a mite.

Give him a real Orrs 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.

- Ahh.
- They're crooks.

We could'a raised 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.

We would'a wasted the tax money anyway.

Let's drop it, okay.

I don't wanna talk about this anymore.

Well, who knows?

Our house might go back
on the market real soon.

You. (laughs)

(suspenseful music)
(insects chirping)

Oh, finally, candles.

Aw, come on.

Come on. Oh!

Spit! Dang it.

(insects chirping)

(fishing line ticking)

Oh, oh, oh. C'mon, little fish.

Aww. (mumbles)

Well, you look like you
really wanna be eaten, fella.

(sinister music)

Well, I wish the fish were
as easy to catch as you are.

(music intensifies)

(saw humming)

Damn it.

[Jack On Voicemail] 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 ya,

when I feel like it.

Now, if it'd be urgent,
you know where to find me.

(voicemail beeps)

Hello, this is Ben Cahill.

I'm sorry to keep bothering you, but,

well, this is the third time this week

that my electric's gone out.

So I would much appreciate it-

(voicemail beeps)

(line toning)

Ah, gimme the usual.

(muffled country music)

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 this 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 on this island,

I'd walk out right now.

Well, we all gotta make a livin', Eamon.

Okay, this is the last on
credit for either of you.

You got it?

First, the government
won't protect the harbor

from the foreigners.

Then they turn around and tell us

how big our traps should be?

How the hell are we supposed
to make a livin' around here?

Just this mornin' 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.

And 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 fishin's down.

Guy'll 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.
- Yep.

[Radio Reporter] Now it's
reported to be well above normal

with market prices on the decline.

The ground fishin' for
haddock is discontinued

from (indistinct) to Damariscove Island

until further notice.

Some tuna was spotted off Schoodic Point,

but they're scarce for this time of year.

And the early-(car door clicks)

(muffled country music)
(men chattering)

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 givin' you trouble?

That's right.

Well, 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.

Course, I got my own
little Twelve Step Program.

Step one.

Listen, can you take a
break from the program, huh,

and come fix my power?

I'd love to help you out, Doc.

But the system here on the
island's a little erratic.

It ain't like Boston.

And 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 tourists, Doc?

I promise I'll have your
electricity fixed by then.

(men snickering)

$50 says he's outta here by next week.

- Any takers?
- Knock it off, Jack!

No harm, Sheriff.

He's just havin' 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 causin' any trouble.

(bell dings)
(light instrumental music)

Excuse me?

Sir? Excuse me?

Hello?

I heard you the first time around.

I ordered some lumber a week ago.

I'm checking to see if it's arrived.

The name is Cahill.

What-hill?

Cahill

Cahill? Never heard of it.

Right, well, I ordered
some lumber about a week ago.

- Could...
- Lumber? What lumber?

Okay, there was a
woman that took my order.

Yeah, that'd be Nell.

[Ben] Nell. Is she here?

No.

Do you know where she is?

Yeah.

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.

(boat horn blowing)
(men shouting faintly)

(saw humming)

Hi. Perhaps you could help
me. I'm lookin' for Nell.

Thank you.

Hey! Hey! Excuse me! Excuse me!

Sorry, didn't mean to scare ya.

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'll 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 harbor master.

Okay. What happened?

He lost.

(insects chirping)

(curious string music)

Shoo! Go away!

(hair-raising music)

(creepy music)

Oh my...

Damn it!

(easygoing music)

- You got a bug problem?
- Yep.

How about some fly paper?

No, thanks.

Sure? Buy six, get one free.

[Ben] No. I'm all set, thanks.

Oh, all right.

Are you gonna ring me up?

Well, wish I could help ya, son,

but I don't know how
to run this darn thing.

Of course not. So where's Nell?

It's Tuesday.

It's Tuesday. And Tuesday, Nell is...

With her mother.

With her mother, where?

At the schoolhouse.

Okay. I'll be back.

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'm sorry to interrupt you guys,

but 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.

Why don't you join us for a moment, Doc,

and we'll talk after Henry's done.

That's all right, thanks.

(chicken clucking)

[Mrs. Bartle] It's all
right, Henry. Go ahead.

(Ben gibbering)

But it is nearly extinct.

Greater Prairie Chickens are
brown with orange eyebrows

and fly like ducks.

But Greater Prairie
Chickens live in Illinois,

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 lives only two to three years.

During mating, the male Prairie Chickens

do a dance while pluming.

They stomp their feet on the ground,

flutter, jump, spread their
tail feathers out like a fan

and fluff up the sacks on their necks

to attract female chickens.

Female Prairie Chickens build
their nest on the ground

and use tall grass as shelter.

She pulls feathers from
her chest to line the nest.

In the spring, she lays
about a dozen eggs.

Oh, that's charming.
(suspenseful music)

[Henry] She keeps them warm
for 25 days until they hatch.

The Greater Prairie
Chickens have many enemies

including possums, raccoons, and skunks.

(Henry's speech drowned
out by suspenseful music)

(book thwacks)
(class gasps)

Did you see how big that damn thing was?

(children gasp)

That was Clementine, the class pet.

I feel horrible.

I think you've
traumatized them for life.

I think I've been traumatized for life.

Sorry, I'm just not feelin'

that friendly towards 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? You think Jack put
bugs in your refrigerator?

Yeah. How else could they get in there?

Well, bugs can find
their way into anyplace.

But I doubt it was Jack Wald.

Oh, really? Why?

I just...

It just doesn't seem like
something Jack would do.

Well 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, be honest. How
bad is this roach problem?

Well, I'll put it to you this way.

I won't be eating chicken anytime 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.
- Why the heck not?

[Nell] 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 something
for it, Nell. C'mon.

Okay, then, you can owe me one.

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've bit me.

We used to have a problem
with Gypsy Moths years back.

We had to keep spraying this stuff. Pheno-

- Wait, wait. Phenoxyphenyl
methyl dichloroethenyl.

And in English?

If it breathes, it will die.

- Yikes.
- No kiddin'.

Hey! Vinyl tells us you've
got a little bug problem.

(Jack and Eamon snickering)

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

and fix my power instead, huh.

Your house?

Ah, that's right,
Eamon, it's his house now.

You'll 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 talkin' about?

Oh, you know damn well.

I sure don't.

I'm talkin' about bugs, Wald.

I'm talkin' about a refrigerator
full of cockroaches.

You think I put bugs
in your refrigerator?

Yeah, that's right, I do.

Oh! You chowderhead!

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 what you mean.

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?
(men laugh)

All right, Wald.

Don't make the mistake of
pickin' a fight with me,

thinkin' I won't fight back.

Is that a threat?

Take it any way you want.

Aw, you hear him? You
hear what he said to me?

All right, boys. Show's over.

You fixed this man's power yet, Jack?

Aw, Sheriff, we were
just foolin' with him.

All right guys, clear out of here!

Go on, go home.

Go have another drink, but
off the street! Come on, go.

Jack, I want his power turned on today!

- For Pete's sake.
- Go on.

I'm tryin' to be friendly here.

Thanks, Sheriff, I owe you one.

Good, then you won't mind lending me

your expertise for a while.

What, somebody sick?

Somebody's dead.
(suspenseful music)

Chandler Moffat. Kept to
himself. Ran the lighthouse.

Guy found him when he
was pullin' in his traps.

What do you think, Doc?

It's kinda 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 ya?

These marks here. Were
these caused by crabs?

Anything could've caused
that, crabs, sea lice, anything.

You planning on doing an autopsy?

Are you kidding?

It'd take at least a week

to get a Medical Examiner out here.

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.

If you don't want to wait
for the Medical Examiner

then I can do a rudimentary examination.

I appreciate your concern, Doc,

but this old guy has 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 ya 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? Oh, 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.

(suspenseful music)

(radio chattering faintly)

Well, it's about time.

(suspenseful music)

(critter gibbering)

(fast-paced music)

(roach chirping)

(hamster shrieking)

(ominous music)

(hamster squealing)

(gear shifter clicks)

(Jack grunts)

(Jack humming)

♪ My father was a captain
in the (indistinct) ♪

♪ He courted a mermaid one fine night ♪

♪ And out of this union there came three ♪

(Jack singing indistinctly)

Huh?
(eerie music)

Poor bastards.

(insects chirping)

(water splashing)
(Ben humming)

Ahh! Damn it!

Nothin' wrong with that.

(suspenseful music)

(Jack screams)

Dang! Ahh!

Ahh!

(leaves rustling)

(fast-paced creepy music)

(Jack screaming)

(line ringing)

[Jack On Voicemail] This
is Orrs Island Electric.

You got a problem with your
electricity? We can fix it.

Just leave a message and
I'll get back to you,

(suspenseful music)
when I feel like it.

Now, if it'd be urgent,
you know where to find me.

(answering machine beeps)

(tires screech)

(thunder rumbling)

Let's just calm down.

It appears this was an accident.

This was no accident, Sheriff.

Yeah. You heard him this
afternoon, accusin' Jack.

That 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.

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's 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 trunk,

and take him into the Block & Tackle.

And ask Nell if you can use her cooler.

(soft somber music)

(knocking)
[Enoch] Open up, Nell!

We need to use your cooler!

(knocking)
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, lets face it, it sounds kind of bad.

I'm telling ya, there
was something wrong

with the guy before I hit him.

You 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,
the charges'll get dropped.

We just have to wait for
the results of an autopsy.

And until then?

You're gonna lock me up?

No, I'm gonna release you
on your own recognizance.

Thanks, Sheriff.

But listen.

I want you to stay outta
town for a few days,

'til we get the autopsy done.

Well, you know you don't have to wait.

I mean, just let me do the autopsy.

Forget it, Cahill.

You know what the people of this town

would do to both of us?

All right.

But something's not right about this.

(suspenseful music)

(cockroaches screeching)

(objects clattering)

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.

Oh.

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 oughta stay outta town

for the next couple a days.

I think he's right.

(insects chirping)
(owl hooting)

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 Orrs 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.

I think I remember when
you came to buy this house.

You were with your wife, right?

Mm-hm. I believe...

I believe that was a last-ditch
effort to save our marriage.

But that did not work.

I'm sorry.

That's okay. What about you?

You ever been married?
(eerie music)

No!
(cockroach squeals)

Okay. None of my business.

I swear it was a cockroach.

- Sure? I sprayed everywhere.
- Positive.

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 had 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.

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 Cerebus, 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."

- Eww.
- 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
rodents, badgers," blah, blah.

What makes you so sure that
that's the thing that we saw?

Well, I'm not. But I'm sure
as hell going to find out.

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.

(suspenseful music)
(door creaks)

Sometimes, when they blow,
the switches get stuck.

[Ben] Right over here.

Okay, let's see.

(music playing on radio)
There!

- Huh!
- Voila. Come on, let's go.

Come on!

- Ooh. Here we go.
- Thanks.

Hey! Blueberry pie, my favorite!

You were holdin' out on me.

Yeah, I kinda lost my appetite, though.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

It's all right. You'll eat it later.

I have to get going.

- It's been a hard day.
- Oh?

Yeah, it sure has, huh?

It's kinda sad, ya 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, thanks.

Thanks a lot for everything.

Don't mention it.

You know, you could stay.

(laughs) Mmm, it's a
small island, Doctor.

- So?
- You get some sleep.

- Okay. Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

(car engine ignites)

(suspenseful music)

(Nell shivers)

(upbeat country music)

♪ I've got no taste for fetid mush ♪

♪ One kiss and I'm crushed ♪

♪ There's no rest for the (indistinct) ♪

♪ All I wanna do is help
you shake your legs ♪

♪ Truckin' and tucked in ♪

♪ I'm lookin' for amore ♪

♪ You can drive a forklift ♪

♪ But can you lay a thousand eggs ♪

♪ One kiss can take me down ♪

♪ (indistinct) pretty sounds ♪

♪ I've got no taste for fetid mush ♪

♪ One kiss and I'm crushed ♪

♪ One kiss, I crawl to you ♪

♪ Eye to eye, you like me to ♪

♪ Bugs to bugs and dust to dust ♪

♪ One kiss and I'm ♪

♪ Crushed ♪

(Nell sighs)

(Nell shrieks)

Ugh!

(phone ringing)

Entomology, Dr. Drayton speaking.

Yeah. This is Dr. Ben Cahill.

May I speak with Dr.
Mark Templeton, please?

Dr. Templeton's on vacation, Dr. Cahill.

Can I help you with something?

Perhaps. Are you familiar
with the African Armadillo bug?

Ah, yes. Phylomenescus Cerebus.

Interesting bug.

What would you like to know about it?

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?

[Ben] Orrs Island, Casco Bay.

There are many insects which
cause paralysis, Dr. Cahill.

- You said it had pincers?
- Mm-hm.

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 On Recording] You crazy redneck.

You want a fight, fine, you got one!

Let's have this out once and for all!

We got it from Jack's answering machine.

It's from last night.

Look, Eamon, I am
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 outta line.

All that tape tells me is that Jack

was a big pain in Cahill's neck.

Dammit, Sheriff, my brothers lyin' dead

and Cahill's running around free!

It's not right!

Well, what do ya want me to do?

Do you want me to lock him up?

This is an island.

Where's he going to go?

Nell send you home for the day, Vinyl?

Yeah. She and that Cahill fellow.

Do we really want to 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 gotta poke around his body?

Dammit, Sheriff, you
better lock him up now!

- Just let me explain.
- Shut up!

Just look, I think-
(Eamon shouting)

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,
because 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 for my hands
without you screwing up!

Sheriff, all I have
to do is take a closer-

- What you have to do is
what I tell you to do!

Sheriff, take a look at this.

I don't want to look at anything.

I think you should.

(suspenseful music)

Well 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.

The trick is getting a specimen
without getting bitten.

Okay. You go first.

(soft ominous music)

So where's the bugs?

I don't know.

I mean, last night there
were hundreds of them.

Do you suppose your
bug could've done this?

Ugh!

If they did, we're all
in a lot more trouble

- than I thought.
- 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, Doc, you got your autopsy.

Huh, 10 to one that's
him and his buddies

and they're headin' right to 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.

Got it.

Cahill!

Cahill!

Looks like there's nobody home, Eamon.

(dishes shattering)

Hey, Eamon, you don't have to do that!

Cahill!

(door creaking)
Hold it!

Guy, what in the hell are you doing?

(suspenseful music)

Are you crazy?

Is he dead?

[Eamon] Of course he's not dead.

Well, what'd you have to do that for?

He shoulda listened to us this morning.

Shoulda locked up Cahill

instead of letting him run around free.

Still ain't no reason
to assault the sheriff!

Settle down, Guy.

I'm going 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!

(tense string music)

(radio chattering)
(door bell dings)

- Hey.
- Hey.

What's up?

I'll need a work table,
good light, and a sharp knife.

Okay.

Hobbs gave me permission
to autopsy the body.

(soft eerie music)

(door handle jangling)

Hey! Anybody out there? Hey!

(creepy music)

Hey, open the door!

(Sheriff screaming)

(roaches hissing)

(eerie music)

(suspenseful music)

What is it?

I just expected to find
some internal organs.

Ugh! (gagging)

Oh my...

I don't think there's any question now.

The bite marks, the
paralysis, and now this.

What do you think?

I think we better get
the hell off this island.

Whoa!

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 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.

Nell! Nell, are you in here?

Take my truck, it's parked out back.

The keys are in the ignition.

Thanks.

Be careful.

Didn't you see the sign? We're closed.

Where the hell's Cahill?

There's something
you need to know first.

- Later.
- Eamon!

What the hell?

What have 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!

Oh, you're comin' with me! Yeah.

(suspenseful music)

Sheriff?

Sheriff?

Hey, are you okay?

I don't know.

What happened? Did Eamon do something?

I don't remember.

(Sheriff groaning)

Well, if Hobbs won't
take care of this, I will.

Now I'd like you 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?

Yeah?

It's Eamon, Mrs. Hobbs.

No, I haven't seen him.

Yup, I will.

Okay, then. Bye.

What did she want?

All right, what'd 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.

Now listen. Hey!

(Ben groans)
(tense music)

Oh!

Finally! Are you
gonna let me outta 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.

Dammit, 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!

Eamon!

(phone ringing)

Hello? In jail?

What's she doing in jail?

Okay, Mary. Thanks. I'll be right over.

Nell, what on earth is going on?

What are you doing here, darling?

Would 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?

- No.
- Oh my God.

And so, there is nothing
to stop their natural cycle.

Any predators these insects might have,

they've probably killed.

They've got no place
else to lay their eggs,

except in all of us.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Hobbs.

Look 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.

Smells good, Peggy.

Henry still doing his chores?

Peggy?

Huh?

You okay, Peg? You ain't
said nothing all morning.

I'm not sure.
(spatula clatters)

Peggy, what's the matter?

What's wrong, honey?

It's my stomach.
(eerie music)

Hurry up.

Grab your 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 for this, Mrs. B?

It's not necessary, Sarah.

- It's all been arranged.
- Okay.

We've gotta 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.

If we're not there in 15
minutes, you go without us.

Now this is the address

to the University of
Southern Maine in Portland.

We've got to 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.

I'm bringing Sammy, okay, Mrs. B?

No, Thomas. Sammy should stay here.

Ewww!
(creepy music)

Oh!

(fast-paced music)

(brakes squeal)

Al!

Al?

What's the matter, Al?

Al, where's your family?

Hello? Hello!

(Ben coughs)

Ben!

Where's Henry?

Barn. (groaning)

Ben! We need your help out here!

We should go.

(Al groaning)

Wait! We can't just leave him here!

Did he tell you where the boy is?

- Barn!
- Okay, let's go!

(Al screaming)

Henry!

Henry!

Henry! Ah!

Watch your step, the
floorboards are rotten.

Oh, thanks. Whoa!

(suspenseful music)

(roaches screeching)

Nell! I'm over here!

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?

(Ben screams)

(roaches screeching)

[Nell] Okay!

I'm in here!

Please come 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.

- Buddy, you okay?
- Yeah.

You got nothing to
worry about anymore, okay?

I'm gonna get you outta here.

I need you to listen to
me very carefully, okay?

See how I am putting your
arms over my shoulders?

You gotta hold me good and tight.

You gotta keep your head low
and hold onto me with your life

while we get out of this car.

The bugs!

Okay, don't worry about the bugs. Ready?

Okay, one, two, three!

Great work, buddy!

That was good.

Now we're gonna go for another ride.

Get on there. Come on, that's it.

Okay, ready?

Nell! Go!
(dramatic music)

- Got him?
- There we go. Yeah, I do.

They're starting to fly.

- What?
- Yep.

What's the matter, honey?

My neck hurts.

Let me see.

- Looks like he's been bitten.
- Oh god!

- You drive.
- Okay.

Come on, keep going. Go!

(roach screeches)

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.

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.

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 want to go over there and
take a look at that body.

Excuse me, Dr. Drayton.

This just arrived for
you from Orrs Island.

From Orrs Island?

From a Dr. Ben Cahill.

Thank you, Jane.

- Oh, that's impossible. Jane!
- Yes?

Get me McArdie's number at the CDC.

(tense music)
(horn honking)

Nell. Nell!

What's going on, Nell?

Henry's been bitten.

- Have you seen Vinyl?
- No.

Lot of folks have been
heading for the mainland.

Rumors going around about your bugs.

Well the rumors are true.

As soon as I see to this boy,

we're getting the hell out of here.

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 them all in a panic

with your cockamamie story.

If you were smart, you would leave too.

What the hell do you think you're doin'?

I'm sorry, Eamon. Nell's right.

Are you out of your mind?

(roach swarm humming)
What the hell?

Holy mother...

[Man] What is it?

I think we better go
back inside the bar.

(men shouting)

Where are the damn keys, you moron?

I think I left them inside!

(man screams)

(men screaming)

Dammit, Drayton! Just
do what I ask you, okay?

Call the CDC, get them 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, I 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 going to
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 head?

- Like that?
- Yes, perfect.

[Nell] Okay.

I'll take that knife now.

Okay. Wait a minute, hold that.

Give me that knife.

(Henry gasping)

[Nell] It's okay, hold on.

Good. Give me the
pen, please, thank you.

(Henry breathing raspy breaths)

Yeah. All right.

(coughing) What was that?

Cold coffee from the jailhouse.

Relax, Henry.
Everything's gonna be okay.

What's that?

(rain pattering)

- 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 goes into shock,

he's going to need a shot of adrenaline.

I have a boat at the dock.

All right, let's go.

(dramatic music)
(roaches chirping)

The rain's letting up. Where's your boat?

At anchor. We have to row out.

- All right, take the boy.
- I got him. Come on, buddy.

Two life jackets.

One for you. One for you.

Guy, get in the boat.
Get ready to grab him.

Let's go.

(roaches screeching)

Look!
(swarm humming)

Oh, my God!
(intense music)

- Row faster!
- No, I can't!

Listen, we're gonna
try to flip the boat,

use it as protection. Lose this.

Okay, we're goin' this way, on three!

All right, ready? One, two, three!

(roaches buzzing)

(Henry gagging)

I think the water is
getting in his throat!

Good idea. You're gonna signal for help.

(explosion booming)

Whoa!

What the hell'd you do out there?

(boat horn blowing)

Hey! Hey! Over here!

Over here!

(bell dinging)

Your mother and the other
kids are okay, Ms. Bartle.

Thank you so much.

Dr. Drayton notified the authorities.

The CDC are moving in to contain the area.

[Vinyl] Well, with a
commercial operation-

- Vinyl?

Nell, tell this guy here how long

I've been fishing these waters!

Picked him up this morning

for trapping lobster without a permit.

I guess today was fishing day.

Well, sure! It's Thursday.

Thank God.

(light instrumental music)

(dog barking)

(laughs) Good boy!

Good boy.
(dog barks)

(sinister music)

(roaches chirping)

(dramatic music)