All language subtitles for 01 Storm Of The Century Part 1 - Stephen King Mini-Series 1999

Storm Of The Century -
Stephen King Mini-Series 1999 English

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. Good luck.

Better double it.
Weatherman says it's coming.

Seen them come in every winter.

They howl in. They howl out.
July always comes.

Still. They say this one's gonna be
something special.

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?

And we can keep a secret
when we have to.

We kept our share hack in 1989.

And the people who live there
keep them still.

I know.

I stay in touch.

Oh. Thank you. Martin.

You're welcome.
Good day. Mrs. Kingsbury. Angela.

I've 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.
- Oh. 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.

As we mentioned before, because
we cannot emphasize this enough...

this is the storm that's caused
so much misery and 15 deaths...

as it crossed the Great Plains and Midwest.
You see its track 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 knuckle-duster
that paralyzed the East Coast...

and buried Boston back in 1976.

The first person an Little Tall to see
Andre Linage was Martha Clarendon.

He was also the last person
she ever saw.

Now, we haven't seen one of
comparable power since then until now.

Will it give us a break and stay out
to sea, as these storms sometimes do?

Unfortunately, The Weather Network's
Storm-Trak Computer says no.

Oh. My.

Northern New England,
if none of this changes...

you are gonna win
the booby prize. Look at this.

If neither of these systems veer...

- they're gonna collide over Maine.
- Oh, dear.

That is had news for our
friends in Yankeeland.

We're talking hurricane-force winds
and phenomenal amounts of snow.

To this you can add
region-wide blackouts.

- Now, no one wants to scare viewers...
- Ch, dean dear.

Hut folks in the New England ar-

two to three days, you're apt to be
getting a whale winter's worth of snow.

We sometimes overuse the phrase
"storm of the century"...

hut if these storm tracks converge,
as we now think they will...

the phrase will he no exaggeration.

Judd Parkin is in next
to talk about storm preparations.

No panic here, just practicalities.
But first, this.

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.

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.

"- -Clothing. That's number one. You
wanna say, "How are my batteries?

Have I got enough to keep a portable
radio going? Possibly a small TV?"

And if you have a generator, the time
to check your gasoline supplies...

or your diesel or your propane
is before and not after.

I'm a little teapot
Short and stout.

Here is my handle
Here is my spout.

When I get all steamed up
Hear me shout.

Just tip me over And pour me out

witness the cataclysmic powers of
Earth. Or is it the punishments of God?

Now for the first time anywhere...

“Punishments of God the video.

Ninety minutes of terror unlike
anything you've ever seen before.

Send cash, check or money order
for 1935...

tn Punishments of God,
P.0. Box 111, Bangui, Maine.

Do it now, before it's too late.

- It's been like this all day.
- There you go.

At this time the storm has built
the greatest concentration of snow...

in the coastal and central areas.

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.

Well. I'm sure we will.
God takes care of his own.

Are there any pork chops, Michael?
I thought you'd still have pork chops.

- There you go.
- Ground chucks too.

Don't you have any plain hamburger.
Michael Anderson?

Yep. Right...

here.

Okay. Folks. Listen.

It's a storm. That's all.

We've gotten through these before.
We'll get through plenty after.

So. Everyone... Hey. Calm down.
Stop acting like mainlanders.

Don't be smart. Michael Anderson.

No. Miss St. Pierre, I won't be smart.

Yeah? Hold on just a second.

Mike. Hey... Hey. Mike. It's...
You got a call. It's your wife.

She says she's got a little problem
down at the daycare center.

- She hot under the collar?
- How do I know where she's hot?

She's your wife.

Hatch. Wanna take over for me?

Sure. Mike.
Hey. Can I borrow your whip and chair?

Better go see about
that one. Huh. Mike?

- Hey, Mol, what's up?
- I've got a problem here. Can you came?

Well. I've got a little problem
of my own. Hon. What's yours?

Pippa got her head stuck.

Can I have your bread
if you're not gonna eat it?

No!

Pippa. Pippa. Honey. Don't do that.
Just hold still. Annie. Keep her calm.

- Okay.
- Pippa? What about Pippa?

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?
- 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 the same day.

If Hatch comes, you he with him?

Yeah. All right. I'll be down.
Okay. Bye.

What about Pippa?

She's got a little stuck-it is. I hear.
Let's go see.

- How upset did she sound. Mike?
- Molly? About .5...

on a scale from one to 10.
Don't worry.

This is gonna be one
bad mother of a storm.

Mike and your daddy will be here
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.
- Hey. Look. You guys. I'm a monkey.

- Stop that now.
- I'm not a monkey!

All right. You kids stop it.
Stop it right now.

It's not nice. It makes Pippa sad.

Don. You stop. It's mean.

Donnie. 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 being a monkey.

Mr. Anderson. I stopped being a monkey
as soon as she said.

Well. That's great. Sally.

I gotta put you down, Ralphie.
Hey. Hey. Hey.

- Hey. Why'd you do that?
- For acting smart.

I ain't afraid of you. My dad's
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 did you do this?
- Heidi St. Pierre dared me.

- What happened?
- It was easy going 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'll push your smaller button.

Then your head will get smaller
and it will slide out easy.

You understand. Pippa?

Okay.

I'm gonna push your button now.
Okay? You ready?

Close your eyes. Here we go.

Your head's getting smaller. Pull it out
before it gets big. There you go.

Thanks. Boss.

- Thank you. Really.
- No problem.

I'm sorry if I called you away
at a bad time.

I saw her. And when I
couldn't get it to come out...

- I just 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.
He doesn't have a chance.

Davey Hopewell at the top
of the key. Clock running out.

Davey Hopewell's the Celtics'
only hope. He shakes, he bakes. He...

What part does global warming
play in such storms?

The fact is, we just don't know.

We do know that the jet stream
has taken on a pattern...

which is typical this time of year...

although the upper flow
is even stronger than usual...

helping to account for the terrific
strength of this western storm.

We'll he hack right after this.

Folks, come down
to Belfast Hardware this weekend...

for our annual blowout spectacular.
Lawnmowers are up to 30 percent off.

Blowers are 40 percent off
and name-brand power tools...

mare as much as 50 percent off.

Mrs. Clarendon?

Are you okay?

Mrs. Clarendon?

Mrs. Clarendon?

It's Davey. Davey Hopewell.

Are you all right?

Hello? Anybody here?

And have it to your door
in under one hour.

Don't forget. Our New England
clambake special for up to 50 people.

We bring the party to you.
It's a banquet. And it's delicious.

At Thurston's Lobster Pound...

we buy direct from local fishermen,
which guarantees freshness and flavor.

Remember that name, folks.
Thurston's Lobster Pound.

Come on down and join our family.

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 on in here.
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 in the road.
Making a spectacle of yourself?

Someone killed Mrs. Clarendon.

That's nonsense.
What are you talking about?

There's blood everywhere.
Her eye is out.

- Davey. Just calm down.
- It's... It's on her cheek.

Mrs. Kingsbury. You look after him.

Give him a hot tea. Or better yet.
Give him some whiskey if you have any.

- Are you gonna tell Mike Anderson?
- Not until I've had a look myself.

There's more than one thing that
a town manager can do, you know.

Do you want help. Robbie Beals?

No. That won't be necessary. George.
I'll be fine.

Be careful. Mr. Beals.
I think the guy's still in the house.

- You wanna come in?
- No. I'm fine.

Hey. Boss. Thanks for seeing after
my little girl.

My pleasure.

Betty. I haven't heard any more
than you have.

Not the Memorial Bell.
Not with the winds.

It'll be the siren. Comes to that.

Two shorts and one long. That's right.

- Mike Anderson, of course.
- No.

Those are the decisions we pay him
to make. Aren't they. Dear?

Yeah. All right.
Yeah. I'll say hello to Peter for you.

"Thanks" Thanks for calling. Betty.

Tough day. Huh?

Betty Soames seems to think
we have access to some secret forecast.

Some kind of Jeane Dixon
psychic weather forecast?

I guess. Yeah.

Urs. Most people in town
seen this stuff?

If they're not blind. They've seen it.
You need to relax. Mike Anderson.

How's little Pippa Hatcher?

- That was fast.
- No secrets on the island.

She's fine. She got her head
stuck in the stairs.

Her dad's outside in the car now. Doing
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.

Now. 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 three days...

150 for a week.

If what I'm hearing on the radio's
right. We may have to.

When life hands you a hag of lemons,
we can help you make lemonade.

Stick it to them
before they can stick it to you.

Anybody here?

You may have thousands, even
tens of thousands of dollars waiting.

"So don't wait. Ca" now.

Pick up the phone and dial
1-800-1-STIK-EM.

That's 1-800-1-STIK-EM.
Get what's coming to you.

Oh. My God.

Haven't you been through enough?

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 Ill?

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?

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.

Let's check the area apt to he most
severely affected by the oncoming storm.

The forecast calls for destruction
tonight...

death tomorrow and
Armageddon by the weekend.

This could he the end of life
as we know it.

Seems unlikely.
But we can always hope.

And we're hack 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!
We've got a murder down here.

Martha'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.

L can't do his job and mine as we...

He had an emergency at home.
Alton went with him.

What do you mean, an emergency?
We've got an emergency here.

We've got an old 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.

Give me a little privacy. You give me
6000 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. All right?

There's nothing you can do
on Atlantic Avenue.

- Snow's early.
- Look it there. The mainland.

When you 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.

- You want the shotgun?
- Yeah. 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. I'll do mine.

Your job is real estate.

Want to at least lower it, please?

Come on. Robbie. It's in my face.
And I know it's loaded.

All right. Now. What happened?

Well. I was driving over
to the town offices.

I saw Davey Hopewell just
running down the middle of 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 still inside?

He spoke to me.

What'd he say?

Told me to get out. Said. “Get out.
Or I'll kill you too.“ I don't know.

- This isn't the time for an interrogation.
- What'd he look like?

I barely got a look at him.

All right. Hatch. You stay on my left...

keep the barrel pointed
toward the ground.

Leave the safety on
till 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.

Even if there is a guy.
He's probably gone out back...

by now. Don't you think?

She ain't got
but a 5-foot garden fence.

Volcanic eruptions.
Order now while you still have time.

Send cash, check or money order
for 1935...

to Punishments of God. Part Two.
P.O. Box 111, Bangor, Maine.

That's Punishments of God, Part Two.

Welcome hack.
Conditions on the New England coast...

are expected to worsen
dramatically toward sunset.

Not that our friends down east
are gonna see the sun tonight.

We are expecting gale-force winds
along Massachusetts...

Oh. My God. Oh. 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.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

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 is a scatter.

Put your hands together.

Robbie. What happened to Martha?

Just stand back.
This is under control.

If he moves, shoot him.

Oh. Yeah.

If he shoots. He'll get us both.

That thing's still loaded
with buckshot.

Also. He's still got the safety on.

But you remembered to wear gloves.

That was good.

On your feet.

- Hatch. Close the door.
- Ls that wise?

I mean. This being a crime scene
and all...

you think we should leave
things as they are?

Leave it open, the crime scene's gonna
be under 6 feet of powder. Close it.

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.

It'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 Pippa are the last.

Pippa. You had quite
an adventure today. Didn't you?

- Yeah.
- Good to see you. Melinda.

- Take care.
- Yeah. You too. Bye.

And thank you for being
such a good helper today.

Okay.

Okay. We'll see you Monday.
If the roads are open.

Wave bye-bye. Buster.

You drive safely. Angie. Bye-bye.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Hello.

There you are. I've been trying
to reach you for almost 10 minutes.

I've been on the porch handing kids
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 that there's
been a murder on the island.

Old Martha Clarendon.
Mike and Hatch just went over there.

Wait. Wait. Are you sure?

Well. I'm not really sure
about anything right now.

You know. This place has been
a madhouse all day.

They went over there.
Mike wanted me to call you...

to let you know
everything': Under control.

- Ls it?
- Yeah, probably.

Anyway. He wanted me to call you
before anyone else did.

So if... If you see Melinda Matcher...

She just left here with Angie Carver.
They're carpooling.

You can reach them at home
in 15 minutes or so. But you...

You better make that 20.

Look. There's... 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. And he
doesn't exactly do humor. You know?

Yeah. I know.

He said that the person
who did this might still be there.

And 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. Thanks.
- I dun 't think that he'd want...

Hey. Ralphie. Honey.

Let's go down to the market
and see your daddy. Huh?

Daddy!

Come on. 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 babysit.

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 did he know your name?
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 come over to the store
with you and help you clear this up.

- We'll have to reach the state police.
- I know this goes against your grain...

but let me handle this.

I am the town manager here. In case
you forgot. I've got responsibility.

Yeah. So do I. And they're clearly
divided in the town charter.

Ursula needs you more
over at the town hall...

than I need you at the constable's.

Listen. You're getting
a little big for your britches.

The store!

“Y ay“ is fight.

Mommy. Are you feeling all right?

I'm fine. Honey.

- What are 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.

But then... Then the guy must have...

It was busted.

Busted all to hell and gone. He didn't
do it while we were in the hallway.

You bust a TV picture tube.
It makes a sound. Like:

You know.
We would have heard it.

Must have been the radio.

Watch your step.

- Safety off?
- Yeah.

You're up top.

Step out.
Come right up onto the dock.

Shoot.

Snapped off. Must be the cold.

Anybody in there?

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 see Superman
hanging out in the alley.

Maybe we could bring him
around the front.

Through the store? With everyone
doing their storm shopping?

Go on now.

Yeah. Okay.

Right over here.

What happened, Beals?
Is Martha really dead?

She's dead. All right.

- You haven't heard from him?
- I haven't heard from him.

Hatch.

- Hi. Molly.
- Where's Mike? Ls he all right?

He's fine. He's out back
with the prisoner.

- Is he a local?
- I never saw him before in my life.

What are they doing out back?

Give me what I want
and I'll go away.

What is it you want?

- 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.

There's probably ice
stuck in the jamb.

Here. Let me.

Anderson! You're gonna have to come
around. Take him in through the store.

- Hatch?
- Yeah.

- Come around. Alone.
- Be right there.

Remember what I said. Mr. Anderson.

And when the time comes...

we'll talk.

Go on.

Hold up.

Go ahead. Hatch.

Mike wants you folks
to move back on both sides.

No one in aisle two.

We've got a bad guy. We can't
bring him in through the back...

so go ahead. Move back
and give us some room.

- Why'd he kill her?
- Could you just move back, Pete. There?

Mike's been standing in the snow
and his feet are pretty cold.

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 that second aisle.

Yeah.

Not one wrong move. Mr. Linoge.

You mind me, now.

Mike.

Straight down the aisle.
Nowhere else.

Come on. 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 now? Ten?

Twenty? Forty? Better be sure
you've got it wrapped up good. Pete.

There's gonna be a hell of a surge
when the tide comes high.

Come on. Move.

Kat Withers.

You're looking well. And why not?

It's just an in-office procedure
these days. Nothing to it.

I don't suppose you've told
your folks about it yet. Or Billy.

Move.

Or I'll move you.

My advice would be go ahead.

What's a little scrape
between friends these days?

Ralphie?

Mom! Mommy...

- 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. And speaking of your daddy...

Why are you wearing those?

Because I choose to.

Go on. Go see your dad.

- Get him out of here.
- Ralphie! Mike.

Get him out of 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 about that?

Get away from him.

This man's a killer.

You 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?
- Horses aren't all she enjoys riding...

when the weather's hot.

Right. Billy?

Keep away from this man. All of you.

I don't like the sound of that.

Move. Mr. Linoge.

Put your hands up and grab the bars.

Now spread your legs.

Wider.

I'm gonna pat you down.

If you move. My friend Alton Hatcher's
gonna save us all 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.

All right. Where's your wallet?

Where's your wallet. 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?

- Where's your wallet?
- Mike.

Where's your bank card?
Where's your blood-donor card?

- Mike.
- Where's your discount card?

- Mike!
- What sewer did you crawl through?

Answer me! Where's your wallet?

- Where's your wallet?
- Mike. 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 them off.

- Nothing.
- Put them over by the desk.

You step into the cell, Mr. Linoge.
You move slowly.

Keep your hands
where I can see them.

You don't think it'll hold you?

It'll hold you.

I swear. Mike. It wouldn't budge.

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.

Your sense of humor is not funny.

I don't have the time
or patience for this.

Get out. Or I'll throw you out.

Come town meeting.
We're 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.

All right.

- I gotta go tell Molly.
- You're gonna leave me alone in here?

You try to raise the state police
in Machias.

And you keep away from him.

I should say you could count on that.

Come back. Are you there?
Do you read me. Machias?

We've lost contact with the mainland.

Peter Godsoe. Peter.

Mike.

Mike. What that fellow said.
That's the biggest crock of stuff...

- I ever heard.
- Yeah. Look. Go back there with Hatch.

We're gonna watch this guy
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 to settle up
after the storm.

But 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.

Now. Please. Della.
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...

Robbie.

Machias. This is Alton Hatcher
on Little Tall.

We have a police emergency here.
Do you read. Machias?

Come on back.

Machias. This is Alton Hatcher.
Channel 19. Do you read?

They don't.

You lost your good antenna
off the roof. Try the phone.

Better take the truck.
You won't get 300 yards in the car.

I've never seen it come down so fast.

Billy. Would you give Molly
a hand with the car seat?

- Sure. Mike.
- I'll take the island services truck...

or get somebody to give me a lift
till I get things squared away. Now...

I've gotta go back to Martha's.
Just long enough to get it secure.

Be careful.

No?

It was a long shot.

You don't really have a load
of Panama Red out there...

behind your lobster traps.
Do you. Pete?

Mommy. The island won't blow away.
Will it?

No. No. Honey. Of course not.

Come on. Honey.

Mike was right. You'd never make it
in your car. Drive safe. Molly.

Thanks. Billy.

We'll be home soon.

Damn.

- Hey. Look at him.
- What?

What?

'U...

Nothing.

You been smoking too much
of what you been selling there.

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?

You gonna be all right?
Because 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.

Hey. Come on. Let's get the other one.

Mike...

got any idea why he came here?
Why he'd want to kill Martha?

Nope.

Why don't you go on home. Tess.
I'll lock up.

Everything okay?
Reasonably okay.

I couldn't raise the state police.
Couldn't raise anybody.

Well. That doesn't really surprise me.

All right. Here's the duty roster.

You and Peter till 8 p.m.
Kirk and Jack. 8 p.m. to midnight.

Robbie and Sonny.
Midnight to 4 a.m.

Billy and Johnny Harriman.
4 a.m. till 8. 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 gonna have
that talk you wanted. Sir.

Hey. Mike...

what do we do if Ursula
and Robbie blow the whistle...

and bring everybody in?

We can't put him in the corner
of the basement...

with a blanket
and a cup of chowder.

- Stay here with him. I guess.
- And blow away if he blows away?

You wanna go home, Pete?

No.

I'm so sorry. Old girl.

What was that?

Tree. Robichaux's back yard.
From the sound.

Hope it didn't hit their porch.

Jack. Do you have to go back
to the store today?

- Yeah.
- Daddy's gonna 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 gotta do their part.

Besides. I'll be with Kirk.
It's the buddy system.

If you hear the whistle.
Go with Buster.

Go before then if you get nervous.
Take the snowmobile.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

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.

Say. Pete.
What do you suppose this one is?

“Yodeler's perch. Three letters.“

Alp.

Alp.

Of course it is.

This is a great program.
I'll let you try it later on if you want.

Sure.

All right? All right.

Hang on.

Right this way.

You okay. Mother?

Fine as the flowers in May.

- What about you, Jo?
- I'll make it.

Okay. Tess.

It's getting pretty bad out there.

Have you got her prescriptions
with you?

Good.

Sign in. Everyone.
We have to know who's here.

- Sign in before you go downstairs.
- What did he say?

What could he say?

Everybody north of Casco Bay
knows that Peter Godsoe...

wholesales 9 pounds of pot
for every pound of lobster.

I can't say I blame him.
House full of women to support.

Question is. Robbie.
How did that fella know?

Likely in business together.

Why would a fella kill an old lady
like Martha Clarendon...

unless he's high on drugs?
Tell me. George Kirby.

That doesn't explain how he knew
that Kat Withers...

was up in Derry for an abortion.

Are there any more blankets?

Robbie Beals. Henry Bright.

Can you go downstairs
and get some more blankets...

out of that 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?

Don't you think it's time
to blow the whistle and bring them in?

Looks like enough of them
have come in on their own.

The rest can ride it out just fine.

This is a bunch of foolishness
as far as I'm concerned.

Do you think our grandparents got
together at town hall when it stormed...

like cave people scared of lightning?

No. They used the Methodist church.
I got a picture I could show you.

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 fella
in your family knew how to pitch in.

Come on. Robbie.

Sign in before you go downstairs. Folks.

Room enough for everybody.
But we need to know who we have.

Hey. Ursula. Have you seen Mike?

No. But I'll be able to catch
his car radio if he calls in.

It's not good
for much else tonight anyway.

- Hey. Take off your coat. Pitch in.
- How's it going?

Oh. We're having a ball.

- Hey. Ralphie.
- Hi.

Gotta use the can.

You want a cold drink
or a coffee there. Pete?

Peter?

Earth to Peter.

What?

I asked you if you wanted
a soda or a coffee.

Oh. No. Thanks. Though.

You all right?

Yeah. I was battening down
for the storm all day.

I guess I'm almost asleep
with my eyes open. Sorry.

Well. Hang in there.
Jack Carver and Kirk Freeman...

should be around
in about 20 minutes or so. Yep.

Lloyd!

Lloyd. You gotta see this!

Gonna take Godsoe's!

Lloyd!

Lloyd. It's gonna take the whole dock!

Lloyd! Lloyd. You better get out here...

if you wanna see something
you ain't never gonna see again.

It's going!

It's going! Lloyd!

Lloyd! Get out here!

Lloyd!

Pete?

My sainted hat.

Lloyd!

Lloyd!

Hey. Pete. Are you okay? I heard...

Lloyd. Wherein the hell are you?

Did you go 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.