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Can I help you?

Help, help!
Somebody killed Mrs. Clarendon!

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.

Put your hands together.

What's your name?

Andre Linoge.

We got word that there's been
a murder on the island.

Old Martha Clarendon.

I know this goes
against your grain,

but you're going to have to
let me handle this.

-Ralphie?
-Mommy!

Oh!

Put him down!

Or?

Machias, this is Little Tall.
We have a police emergency here.

Do you read, Machias?
Come on back.

Out of my way.

Say, Ferd.
Where's the fire?

Give me what I want...

You.

What are you looking at?

Did you make him
do that somehow?

Did you make him write
that note, hang himself?

Did you?

Ah!

Evening sessions now?

It's sort of fun.

When they all finally
fall asleep, I intend to

track down the nearest alcoholic
beverage and make it disappear.

I just...

I just went out to use the can

and get myself a fresh
cup of coffee.

He was fine back then.

Oh, God.

He... he...
he was looking at him.

Like a snake
looking at a bird.

What did you do to him?

Goodnight, champ.

Very good, Pippa,
do you want to see?

Hey look, you guys.

Hurray!

I want to be next.

Is it your turn, Donnie?

All right.

Donnie.

-Do you want one of these?
-Yeah.

Lloyd Wishman's dead.

He's dead.

Where's Mike Anderson?
Lloyd killed himself.

He chopped his face
right in two with an axe.

God, it's awful, there's blood
everywhere. Where's Mike?

Hatch. Help me get him down.

I don't know as I can do that.

Hatch, you can.

Let me out and I'll help you,
Michael Anderson.

That guy...

God, it's awful. Robbie...
Robbie... Lloyd, he...

He... he knocked his
own brains right out.

And he wrote something
on the side of the pumper...

Get a hold of yourself, Ferd.
Get a damn grip.

Why would Lloyd cut
his head in two, Robbie?

He was going to get married
come spring.

Right on time, by God.
Storm or no storm...

Mike, who is that?

Peter Godsoe.
I recognize the boots.

Come in Mike An...

...Town Hall...

...emergency...

Ursula, say again.
Say again please, and go slow.

The antenna's snapped off,
I can barely pick you up.

Now what's
your emergency, over?

Lloyd Wishman...

All right, Hatch, go out and see
if you can raise her

on the Island Services CB.

Find out what her problem is,
then come right back.

All right.

Hey, you sure
you're going to be ok?

He's locked up, isn't he?

Mike, do you have any
idea what's going on here?

What in God's name
is happening?

I'll be damned if I know.

Mike, are you there?

Can't you get him?

Wind's knocked
the damned antennas over.

Ursula, this is Hatch.
Do you read me? Come back.

I'm here, I read you.

Are you getting me,
Alton Hatcher?

You're breaking up some, but
it's better than it was before.

What's the problem?

Ferd Andrews says Lloyd Wishman
has killed himself

over at the firehouse.

Oh, God.

Only it doesn't sound like
any suicide I've ever heard of.

Ferd says Lloyd cut
his own head open with an axe.

Now Robbie Beals and Henry
Bright have gone over there.

To investigate, Robbie says.

God, and you let them go there?
Come back.

There was no way to stop Robbie.

He practically
shanghaied my husband.

And there could be somebody
down there.

Where's Mike?
I want to talk to Mike.

Well, I'm calling
from the truck.

Mike is inside
with the man who...

...with the prisoner.

Well, you just have
to send him down there.

Well, we've got a little
bit of a situation over here.

Is Mike all right?

Hatch, you come back
and you tell me.

He's fine, Moll.
That's a big 10-4.

I've got to go.
I'll pass on the message.

This is Island Services. Out.

Oh, God.

Look, I don't know
about this, Robbie.

What, you want to wait for
Anderson on a night like this?

Somebody's got to take charge

and we happen to be
the ones on the scene.

Now, come on.

Don't go over there.

Ursula said Lloyd Wishman's
dead over at the firehouse.

Dead? What about Ferd?

Ferd's the one who found him.
He said it was suicide.

I think Ursula's afraid
it might be murder.

Mike, uh, Robbie Beals
took Henry Bright

over there to investigate,
I guess.

The road's still passable?
What do you think?

With a four-wheel drive, yeah.
Probably until midnight.

After that...

All right, take Kirk and go
on over to the fire station.

Keep your eyes open,
be careful.

Find Robbie and Henry,

lock the place up and
bring 'em back here.

We can keep an eye on our
new pal while you do that,

can't we, Jack?

I don't know as that's
such a good idea.

Maybe not, but right
now it's the only idea.

Sorry, but that's
the way it is.

Okay.

I saw it.

What?

I thought you said
to stay away.

If he grabs me,
I want you to shoot him.

There's a gun right
there on the desk.

There he is.

Look out, Kirk!

Get out of the way, Hatcher.

If you want to talk,
follow us back to Town Hall.

Mike sent me. He wants you
down at the Constable's.

-Henry, you too.
-No.

We've got wives and children
waiting for us at Town Hall.

If Michael
Anderson wants either of us

to take a watch later, fine.

-But right now...
-Lloyd Wishman's dead.

And there's something
written on the side

of one of the fire trucks.

If it's a suicide note it's the
weirdest one I ever heard of.

Come on, let's get going.

This is no place
for a discussion.

I agree, let's have our
discussion at the Town Hall...

where we don't have
to scream our heads off.

Peter Godsoe's dead.

-Peter Godsoe?
-Yeah. Hung himself.

He also left a weird
suicide note.

Mike told me to come and
get you, Robbie Beals,

and that's what I've come to do.

Now you come on back and
follow us to the store.

I don't want to hear any
more sass about it.

Peter Godsoe,
my God in heaven, why?

I don't know. But Ursula doesn't
know anything about it.

We haven't been able
to get through.

Now I can't make you pitch in
and help if you don't want to.

But I can make sure
when this is over

that people know that you were
asked and you said no.

-I'll go, Hatch.
-Thanks, Henry.

All right.
Let's go if we're going.

-Did you lock up?
-Of course I did.

What do you think I am,
a damn fool?

-Hatch?
-Huh?

Can you raise
the Town Hall on the CB...

tell Carla and Sandy
we're ok?

I'll try it again.

Ursula? This is Hatch.
Come back.

Hey, everyone just back off and
give Ursula a little space here.

If we hear anything,
we'll let you know.

Move back.
Go on, move back.

If you don't have anything
else to do, go on downstairs

and watch the storm
on the Weather Network.

You're weak,
but I've got you, Hatch.

Talk slow and loud.
Come back on.

Robbie and Henry are fine.

Just thought you might
want to know that. Come back.

Is Lloyd Wishman
really dead, Hatch?

Ursula, I don't have all
the details on that yet.

Just tell Sandy and Carla
that their boys

will be a while longer.

Mike wants them over at the
store for a while. Come back.

Why the store?
Is that man locked up?

You boys be careful.

Ursula, I can't hear you.
You're breaking up.

I'll have to try it back
a little bit later.

This is Island Services. Out.

Hell, I don't know
what to tell her.

Let Mike tell her.
That's his job.

That's what they pay him for.

Yeah.

Where is your cane?

You had a cane.

I know you do. Where is it?

Sir, how did you
get to Little Tall Island?

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

I saw that.
At Martha Clarendon's house.

Did you write that?

You did, didn't you?

And just what
is it you want, sir?

Andre Linoge.
I take it you're French.

There are a lot of people of
French descent on the island.

What happened with Peter Godsoe?

You have something
to do with that?

How did you know he was running
pot out of his warehouse?

Always assuming he was.

I know a lot, constable.

I know for instance that when
you were at

the University of Maine...

and in danger
of losing your scholarship

over a D in chemistry
during your sophomore year,

you cheated on
the midterm exam.

Not even your wife
knows that, does she?

I don't know where
you get your information,

but you are dead wrong
on that one.

I'm sure that over the years
you've convinced yourself

that's the truth, but right now,
we both know better.

You ought to tell
Ralphie sometime.

It would make a nice
bedtime story, I think...

"How Daddy Got Through College."

You never cheated on an exam
in college, did you, Jack?

Never went to college.

Nobody bothers you for
pulling D's in high school.

They still put you in jail
for assault, though.

If you get caught.

You were lucky last year.

You and Lucien Fournier
and Alex Haber.

-Lucky boys.
-Shut up!

That fella just rubbed you guys
the wrong way, didn't he?

Had kind of a lisp,
and that blond hair...

curly like a girl's hair, not
to mention the way he walked.

Still, three against one...

with pool cues.

Well... Hardly sporting.

I'm warnin' you, mister!

The kid lost an eye,
how about that, huh?

You can go see for yourself.
He lives in Lewiston.

He wears a paisley eye-patch
his sister made him.

He lies awake at night,
and listens to the cars

on Lisbon Street,
and the live bands from

the bottle clubs,
and prays to St. Andrew

to bring back the sight in
his left eye.

Still... he had that swishy way
of walking.

And that lisp.

And you guys kind of liked
the way his hair looked

all around his face
like it was,

although you'd never say
it to each other, wouldja?

-Kind of turned you on.
-All right, that's enough!

Kind of made you wonder
what it might feel like

to run your hands through it...

Shut up, mister,
or I'll shut you up, I swear!

Jack, take it easy,
take it easy.

There's another bedtime story
for a stormy night...

I can see you in bed
with your arm around your

little boy saying,
"Buster, Daddy wants to tell you

how he put the nasty
queer man's eye out..."

-All, right, now that's enough!
-Shut up!

Oh, my God.
Are you all right?

Mike, I'm sorry,
I didn't mean...

Are you all right?

Keep a safe distance from him!
Didn't I tell you that?

-Where is it...
-Get off me, Jack!

Is it bad?

Barely clipped the skin.
Lucky.

Six inches to the left,
I'm dead.

He's laughing.

Here.

Mike... Mike...

Mike, no!

Will Mike's insurance
cover that, Robbie?

Come on!
Let's get inside!

Mike, I'm really sorry.

That's Hatch.

Mike, about what
that guy said...

It's all right.

We dragged them over, Mike.

All right,
what's goin' on here?

Robbie, I wish I knew.

We won't blow away, will we?

Like the house of straw
and the house of twigs?

No, honey. The storm can
huff and puff all night long,

but we'll still be safe
down here in the basement.

Is Daddy safe?

Yeah. Safe as can be.

He won't let the bad man get
out and hurt us, will he?

No. No, I promise.

My daddy puts
me to bed, not you! My daddy!

Goodnight, sweetie.

Not you! Leave me alone!
Stop it!

-Leave me alone!
-Honey, come on.

Donnie, come back here...

-Hey, hey!
-He's just a little scratchy...

My daddy puts me to bed,
not you!

-Donnie...
-My daddy, not you!

Hey! I want you to go
upstairs right now

and wait for your daddy. Now.

I'm sorry Molly,
I thought he was ready...

but he's used to
having his dad tuck him in.

It's fine. Probably better
that he stays up.

I think Buster is still
running around upstairs.

They can play tag and fall
asleep in a corner somewhere.

As long as he didn't
disturb anybody.

Nah, they're out
like lights.

I worry about
Donnie sometimes.

I love him, but
I worry about him, too.

Sandy, they all
go through stages.

Don may have his
unlovely moments now,

but in the end,
he'll be fine.

I'm gonna leave
Robbie in the spring.

I'm gonna take Donnie and go
back to my folks on Deer Isle.

I didn't think I'd made up
my mind for sure...

but I guess I have.

Oh, Sandy.

-Going to help Billy?
-Yes, ma'am.

See if there's any
oatmeal on back shelf.

And tell Billy
to remember the juice.

I imagine he don't
have any problem

in the juice department,
does he?

Hey, Billy?

Can I talk to you?

Yeah, I guess, why not?

-Billy I just...

Is it true what he said?

Let's talk about that.

Did you go up Derry
and have an abortion?

Guess that's all
the talk we need, isn't it?

Guess that says it all.

Well, don't you
wanna know why?

Not particularly, no.

It was our baby,
now it's dead, I guess...

Really, that's all
I need to know.

All right, you asked me one,
now I'll ask you one.

What about Jenna Freeman?

What about Jenna Freeman?

Why do you ask about
something you already

know the answer to, Kat?

Maybe to wipe that Little
Minister look off your face.

Yeah, I knew!

The biggest tramp on the coast,
and you chasing her

like she's on fire,
and you wanna put her out!

It wasn't like that at all.

Then what was it like?

Billy, tell me.

You know,
I don't understand it, Billy.

You know, I never told you no.

Never once did I tell
you no, and still!

God, Billy, how many times
a day do you itch?

What about the baby?

The one I had to hear about
from a complete stranger...

and in front of
half the town?

I knew who you were
running with, Billy,

don't you get that?

I mean, how was I supposed to
trust you to do the right thing?

I mean, how was I supposed
to trust you at all?

Do you know what
it's like to find out

that you're pregnant one week

and that your boyfriend
his spending afternoons

with the town pump the next?

That baby was half mine!
You decided to go up to Derry

and you murdered it,
and it was half mine, Kat!

Yeah, sure! Now that it's gone,
it's half yours.

-Come back Machias, come back!

Mike...

What is that
supposed to mean?

It means that
I'm not stupid!

I mean, I know what you
would have thought

if I had come to you while you
were still chasing after Jenna.

"Little bitch just got
herself pregnant

so I wouldn't get away."

So you've done a whole lot of my
thinkin' for me too, now, huh?

You obviously haven't been doing
much for yourself these days.

What about the baby?
The one you that you murdered?

How much thinking
did you do for our baby, Kat?

Why don't you do us
both a favor...

and get out of here.
Just go.

I'm really tired
of listening to you.

What's he doin'?

Oh. You know what?
Dear God...

You're unfaithful,
and that's bad.

but you're a coward,
and that's worse.

Too chicken to own up
to the part of this

that belongs to you.

You know, I came in here
because I thought maybe,

I could save us.

But there's nothin' to save.

You're just a stupid kid,
after all!

What're you doing, sir?
You mind telling me?

She's right,
you are a coward.

What the hell
are you doing?

Shut up!

By the step... By the step,
by the back step...

-Just the way you like it.
-I hope so.

-Take it...
-Stop it, Linoge!

I'm a little teapot,
short and...

Stout!

Here is my handle,
here's my spout!

-Stop it, Linoge!
-Hear me shout!

Just tip me over
and pour... me... out!

Ohh...

Do you want them back?
They were slipping off.

No, thanks, Annie.
You can keep them...

With those things,
I always end up falling asleep

listening to Schubert
on my fillings anyway.

Why don't you give
Johnny a hand. Johnny?

Come on.

But Machias is already...

Without the drift factor,
remember,

and zero visibility...

no traffic on the roads.

What roads, right?

Conditions in Bangor
are nearly as bad...

What are they saying?

Howl and blast...
followed by blast and howl.

Such conditions to continue
through tomorrow

and into tomorrow night

when finally, things are
supposed to start quieting down.

Power's out from
Kitterie to Millinocket.

Coastal communities are cut off.

Us island guys... forget it.

-Ursula, what's the matter?
-I don't know...

I...

I just gotta feelin'...
a really bad one.

Yeah. Who doesn't?
Martha Clarendon's murdered,

Lloyd Wishman kills himself,

storm of the century right
over our heads,

who doesn't have a bad feeling?

I think it's more than that.

-Did you hear something?
-Just the wind.

It sounded like a scream.

That's what the wind sounds
like tonight, dear.

-Kat didn't come back, did she?
-No, not this way.

I imagine they had things
to discuss, Joanna.

My mother always used to say,

"Peep not at a keyhole,
lest you be vexed."

It sounded like a scream!

-I find that ridiculous!
-Mother, shut up!

When I get these feelings,
I trust them.

Over the years I've learned
to trust them.

Molly, I think something's
happened to Peter.

Why, has somebody come back
from the store? Has Mike--

No, nobody's come in from
that end of town

since eight o'clock...

But Mike's all right.

There's nothin' psychic
about that part of it.

I picked up a couple of broken
transmissions on the radio.

Once it was Hatch, once,
I'm pretty sure it was Mike.

Saying what?
Talking to who?

With the antennas blown down,
it's impossible to tell.

Base unit to base unit,
it's just voices.

I imagine they're still tryin'
to raise the Staties in Machias.

So, you haven't heard
from Peter, you can't know.

No, somehow, I do.

I do... I know it.

There's
a state of snow emergency

in Central and Coastal Maine...

Molly, if I can get
Lucien Fornier to stop fiddlin'

with that TV and take me to the
constable's on a snow machine,

can you mind things here?

Unless the roof falls in,
all it amounts to is

seen' that everything's fine,
and breakfast is at seven.

We still need folks
on the serving crew

and clean up after.

The work's mostly done
for tonight, thank God.

People have already
started goin' to bed.

Okay, all right.

Just, uh, do me a favor,
give a message to Mike.

Tell him to set a guard,
there are plenty of men

who have nothing to do tonight.

Have him set a guard
and get back here.

Tell him his wife
wants to see him.

I'll give him that message,
I will.

All right.

Kat?

Kat!? What happened?

I covered him up.

He wouldn't want people
to see him like this,

so I covered him up.

You all right, there,
Molly Anderson?

Fine... just fine.

This is going to be one to tell
your grandchildren about.

Already is.

I covered him up
because I loved him.

I think it was the cane with
the wolf's head

that made me do it.

I wouldn't touch it
if I were you.

I loved him, and now look.

I went and killed him.

Oh, my God!

Don't you dump me in
the snowbank, Lucien Fournier!

No, ma'am!

What's wrong?

Nothing.
She's just being grumpy.

Help! Somebody!

Help!

Joanna, what's wrong?

Billy!

Dead! Back there!
Katrina Withers killed him!

-Kat?!
-She's sitting in the corner...

I think she tried to tell me
she hit him with a cane.

There's so much blood...

When I left,
I think she was singing.

Are you really saying Kat
Withers killed Billy Soames?

Are you sure, Joanna?

Are you sure he's dead?

She covered him with a tarp,
but I'm sure...

there's so much blood...

We'd better go back and look!

I can't go back there!
She's in the corner!

If you could have seen
the look on her face!

Lucien, can I drive this thing?

If you take it slow, sure.

I'll take it slow, believe me.

Joanna and I are going
to drive downstreet

and talk to Mike Anderson,
aren't we, Jo?

You bundle up, now.

Get a couple of guys
and go out to the supply shed,

and see what's what, okay?

But don't broadcast it
and please... be careful.

Ursula, what's goin' on here?

I haven't a clue.

I've never seen anyone throw
a fit like that in my life!

No ID of any kind?

No ID, no money, no wallet...

no keys, no nothin'...

No clothing tags, not even
on his blue jeans.

He's just...

He's just... here.

That's not all.

Did he say anything to you?

Robbie, when you
went to Martha's house,

did he say anything that...

that he had no business
knowing about?

Robbie...

He did, didn't he?

He said something
about my mother.

You don't need to know.

I don't think he's human.

Neither do I.

I don't know what he is.

C'mon and help
me get her inside.

That fit he threw...
what was that all about?

Did he have a cane
when you saw him?

Oh, yessir...
Had a silver wolf's head

on the top...
it was covered in blood.

I got the idea
that's what he used, to...

Where's your cane, sir?

Where is it now?
What is it you want?

Somebody's pullin' up.

Kirk.

We didn't take him
from Martha's, did we?

He let himself be taken.

Maybe he wanted to be taken.

We could kill him.

Nobody would have to know.

Island business is
island business...

always has been,
always will be.

Dolores Claiborne,
whatever she did

with her husband
during the eclipse.

Peter Godsoe
and his marijuana.

We'd know.

I'm just saying... we could.

Don't tell me that idea

hasn't gone through your mind,
Michael Anderson.

Who's there?

It's Ursula Godsoe
and Joanna Stanhope.

We need to talk to Mike,
something's happened.

-Ursula?
-What is it, Jack?

-Please, don't look at this.
-It's Peter!

Oh, my God! No!

Go get Mike!

No! Oh, God...
Oh, no... No!

Oh my God, oh my God!

Ursula.

Michael, my God.

Ursula, I'm sorry.

Come inside...
where it's warm.

I don't know as you're supposed
to do that, Mrs. Hatcher.

That's evidence or somethin'.

Katrina, have a little broth,
it'll warm you up.

Ought to spike that
with rat poison, Mrs. Kingsbury.

That'll warm her up all right.

Upton Bell, you shut up
your ignorant mouth!

You're treatin' her like
she saved his damn life

instead of sneakin' up behind
him and bashin' his brains in!

All right, everybody out of
here, this is not a sideshow!

-Listen, Mrs. Anderson...
-Come on...

You've known her all her life.

Whatever she did or didn't do,

at least she deserves a chance
to breathe a little.

Now, folks, Molly's right.
They got this in hand.

Sonny, Upton, there's nothing
you can do here.

Take her down
to the constable's office.

Throw her
murderin' ass in jail.

Yeah.

Okay, Upton,
that's enough!

I think they already
got a fella in there,

and she doesn't exactly
look like

she's gonna be breakin' loose,
now does she?

..Yeah, well.

Thank you, Mr. Stanhope.

Not a problem, Molly.

Have you seen my mother?

I, uh... I think she's
getting ready for bed.

Good.

Say there, Cora,
it's just like camp, ain't it?

We should put a bedsheet
up on the wall

and show cartoons!

Oh, relax, Cora...

it's only the "jenny"
clearing her throat.

There you are, you see?

As bright as you
could ever want.

Really?

Cora... as friendly as ever.

Thanks.

Go on, Urse...
It'll warm you up.

I don't think I'll ever
be warm again.

Tell me again.

Told you half
a dozen times already.

This'll be the last.
Promise.

She said...

"I think the cane with
the wolf's head made me do it.

I wouldn't touch it
if I were you."

But, you didn't see a cane...

with or without a wolf's head?

No.

Mike, what are we going to do?

Wait out the storm,
that's all we can do.

Molly wants to see you.

She told me to tell you that.

Said for you to set a guard
and get back to her.

Said that you could have
as many men as you need...

none of 'em are doin'
much tonight, anyway.

That's true.

Hatch, can I see you
outside a minute?

I just wanna talk to you.

You'll be okay?

Yes.

What're you lookin' at?

He's totally crazy!

He's gotta be.

What did you wanna
talk about, Mike?

I'm leavin' you in charge
here for a while.

Mike, I wish
you wouldn't do that...

Just for a while.

I wanna get these women
back to the Town Hall

while the four wheel drive
will still move.

Then, I'm gonna see
that Molly's all right.

Let her know that I am,
give Ralphie a kiss

and then I'll pack every man
that looks halfway useful

in the truck
and bring them back here.

We'll guard him in groups,
of threes and fours

until the storms over.

In fives,
if that's what it takes

to make you feel comfortable.

I won't feel comfortable 'til
he's in Derry County Jail!

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Kat Withers...
I can't believe it, Mike.

Kat wouldn't hurt Billy.

Yeah, I know that, too.

Who's holding who prisoner here?
Can you tell for sure?

-This is a mess.
-Yeah.

You gonna be okay
with Robbie?

I'll have to be, won't I?

Say "hi" to Melinda for me,
if she's still up.

And tell her I'm okay.

And... give Pippa
a little kiss for me.

I will.

How long you gonna be?

45 minutes,
an hour at most.

I'll come back with
a truckload of widebodies.

Meantime, you got Jack,
Henry, Robbie, and Kirk Freeman.

You think any of us
are gonna make any difference

if that guy
decides to rock 'n roll?

You think the Town Hall's
any safer?

Or anywhere else
on the island?

Considerin' Kat and Billy...

No.

Oh, drat!

Like Dad's!

What's he doing?

Just like Dad's!

Go on, Mike.

Go on, we'll be fine.

And tell your son his friend
from the market says "hi".

How do you know so much?

What the hell do you want?

Hatch!

Why don't you
pair up with someone,

spend the time while
I'm gone in here with him?

The others can
go out in the market.

You can adjust the mirrors
so you can look back in.

You don't want him to get all
of us at the same time, do ya?

Well, it's a plan.

Ladies, let's get back
to the Town Hall.

Mike...

Peter will be all right
out there, won't he?

Yeah.

When this is over we'll see to
him proper like we always do.

Oh my God, Michael.

C'mon, let's go.

Whew! She's really out.

They're very
light sleeping pills.

Any lighter, Doc said, I could
buy 'em right over the counter.

I think it's just shock.
Whatever she's done,

whatever's been done to her,

she's away from it now.
It's probably best.

Sleep well, dear.

You think someone
oughta sit with her?

Like a guard?

She doesn't need a guard, Andy.

-But...
-She doesn't need a guard.

What is all this?

...hardly a place
for a woman alone.

It attracts too much attention.

Excites too much desire.

We naturally wish to protect
her from any embarrassment.

Further embarrassment
can very easily be avoided...

-Andy.
-Jill?

-Honey, what's wrong?
-It's Cora!

Mike, I'm so scared.

I am, too.

I can't go in there!

I'm sorry,
I can't take anymore.

Sandy...

Oh my dear God.

Sandra.
Sandra, what is it?

I can't... Mike.

It's all right, it's okay...

What's wrong?

Mike!

Joanna, I wouldn't!
Joanna!

Oh!

Oh!

-Molly, help me.
-Come on, Joanna.

Come on, Joanna.

Andy, can I borrow
you for a minute?

Honey, you okay?

-She's dead.
-Oh...

Urse... You okay?

Sandra, can the two of go on
and get me some blankets,

to wrap her?

-Yeah, we can do that.
-Okay.

Mike... What's goin' on?

Billy Soames...
You sure he's dead?

Yeah. Why?

Old Mrs. Stanhope is dead, too.

Up in the ladies' room.
Shhhh!

How'd she die?
Heart attack? Stroke?

Suicide.

Is Billy still out in the shed?

Yeah.

Seemed like the best place
to put him.

We covered him up.

Andy, you and Sonny,
go and cover up Mrs. Stanhope,

take her out,
put her with Billy.

Use the back door
of the meeting hall.

I don't want people seeing
a corpse go through there

if I can avoid it.

What about Jonas?
Her boy?

I seen him downstairs
gettin' ready to turn in.

Let's hope he does.

His wife can tell him
about it in the morning.

-Upton Bell?
-Yes, sir.

I want you to go downstairs,

find five or six of the men
that are still up,

guys who look like they could
walk through half a mile

of deep snow if
it comes to that

without having a heart attack.

Tell 'em to come up here.

Don't tell them anything except
I wanna talk to 'em, okay?

-Yes, sir.
-Mike...

Gin.

Where is Robbie?
I want to see my Robbie.

Where are you...
He said he'd be here!

I don't want to die
without seeing him again.

I want someone to hold my hand
before I go.

Robbie, where are you?

Where are you?

I want to see my Robbie!

He said he'd be here!

Oh, Robbie, where are you?

I think my town's
had enough of you.

Jack, you're winnin',
as usual...

Kirk, maybe your luck'll change
in the next hand.

Mike...

Is it that man?

The one who picked up
Ralphie in the market?

It is, isn't it?

Are you going to be all right?

Yeah.

That man is never going to see
the inside of a courtroom.

You know that.

Maybe you should
get rid of him.

Make him have an accident.

Better get back inside
before you freeze your tail off.

Come back to us.

I will.

Hatch... Robbie's got a gun!

Robbie...

I think he's
gonna shoot that guy!

Get away from there!

Put that down!

Robbie, why?

Why didn't you come to me?

Robbie, don't!

Why did you let me go
and die with strangers?

Don't just stand there,
help!

Robbie, what are you doin'?

Why did you leave me
to die alone?

Robbie!

I waited for you, Robbie.

I'm still waiting for you.

Down in hell.

I'm waiting for you.

You stop.

Or I'll shoot!

With that?

Robbie!

I'll be waiting for
you in hell, Robbie.

And when you get there,

I'm going to eat your eyes...

over and over,

because hell is repetition.

Born in sin...
Come on in!

Ah!

What is it?
What's happening?

I don't know.

Hatch!

No, Hatch, maybe you shouldn't!

Move, Jack!

Hatch!

What the hell is that?

Hatch!

What are you doing?
Get back!

What are you doing, Hatch?

No!

Come back, Hatch!
Come back!

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

Tell them...

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

-What happened?
-I don't know!

Where's Hatch?

Hatch!
What happened?

What happened, Hatch?

Hatch?!

We have to give him
what he wants...

if we do that,
then he'll go away.

He'll leave us alone.
And if we don't...

If we don't...

Where did he go?

Out there.

Into the storm.

How are we supposed
to see anything in this?

It's easy
to go along with

so-called "friends"...

who tell you that
sin is all right...

That neglect is fine.

That no God is watching
and you can go ahead

and do whatever you think
you can get away with.

Can you say "Hallelujah"?

Brethren, tonight,

I'd like to speak to
you especially

of the "secret sin".

And tonight I'd like to remind
you say, "Hallelujah"...

Hallelujah.

...But sour on the
tongue

And it poisons the belly
of the righteous.

God bless you.
Can you say "amen"?

But the secret sin,

the selfish heart that says,
"I need not share"...

I can keep it all for myself
and no one will ever know.

Think of that, brethren.

-It's easy to say...
-Amen.

Amen.

It's nobodies business
and it won't hurt me and then,

try to ignore
the canker of corruption

that begins to grow around it.

That soul sickness
that begins glowing around it.

Be sure, your sin
will find you out.

And that your secrets will
be known.

All secrets will be known,
Can you say, "Hallelujah"?

Oh, brethren,
can you say "amen"?

For I ask you to behold
the sting of sin,

and the price of vice...

I ask you to behold

the just end of those
who would bar the door

to the wandering stranger, who
comes asking so little...

The so-called
"Storm of the Century"

is history in New England now.

They're digging
out everywhere except here...

on Little Tall Island.

A little scrap of
land off the coast of Maine

and home to about 400 souls
according to the last census.

About half the
island's population

sought shelter on the mainland
when it became clear

this storm was really going
to hit and hit hard.

But nearly all the rest...

200 men, women
and young children are gone...

the exceptions are even more
ominous and distressing.

The United States Coast Guard

has recovered four
corpses so far.

Two may be suicides,
sources say,

but the others two are almost
certainly murder victims,

bludgeoned to death by what was
probably the same blunt object.

Baffled police are asking
themselves

one question over and over.

"Where are the other residents
of Little Tall Island?

"Where's Michael Anderson,
who owned the island's market

"and served as
Little Tall's constable?

"Where's 14-year-old
Davey Hopewell

"who was at home recovering
from a bout of mononucleosis

"when the big one hit?

"Where's Robert Beals,
the town manager?"

No one knows.

There's only been one case
like this before

in all of American history.

This is how the village
of Roanoke, Virginia

looked in 1587...
when everyone disappeared.

Every man, woman and child.

A single possible clue
was found,

a word carved on a tree...

the word "Croaton".

The name of a place?
A misspelling?

A word written in a language
lost over the centuries?

No one knows that either.

Police continue
to assure reporters

that a solution will be found,

but even they cannot deny
the one essential fact:

hope is dimming for the
missing residents

of Little Tall Island.

Evidence suggests that most
or all of the islanders

spent the first and worst
night of the storm here...

in the basement of the
Little Tall Island Town Hall.

After that,
no one knows.

What really happened
in Roanoke in 1587?

And what happened here
on Little Tall Island in 1989?

We may never know...
But I know one thing...

Davey, you're too damn short
to play basketball.

Be sure,
your sin will find you out...

and that your secrets
will be know.

All secrets will be known.

Can you say "Hallelujah"?

Oh, brethren
can you say "amen"?

For I ask you to behold
the sting of sin,

and the price of vice.

I ask you to behold

the just end of those
who would bar the door

to the wandering stranger
who comes asking so little.

For the wages of
lust are dust!

And the wages of sin
are death!

Hallelujah.

For it the supplicant
is turned away...

Amen.

...and the seeker
given no respite,

shall not the hard-hearted
be sent hence?

You must be branded
as one of the ungrateful.

I'm sorry... we both are,
aren't we, Buster?

Sorry we didn't give it
to you, Mr. Linoge.

Sorry we didn't give you
what you wanted.

You... must... pay.

No...

We're sorry, Mr. Linoge.

Help, Daddy!

No. Molly?

Help!

We should have given
you what you wanted.

Daddy!

Mike?
Oh, man!

I just had the
most awful dream.

This reporter
on Main Street...

Talking about
how everybody had gone!

Like in this little village
in Virginia a long time ago.

-Yeah.
-No one knew where they went.

And in the dream
no one knew where we went.

They're all...
dreamin' it.

Do you understand?

They're all dreamin'
what we dreamed.

Where could 200 people
disappear to?

Especially on a little island
cut off by a big storm.

Into the ocean...

What?

Into the ocean.
A mass suicide...

If we don't give him
what he wants.

How could he?

I don't know.
But I believe that he can.

What does he want, Mike?

What could he possibly want?

I'm sure we'll find out
when he's ready.

Mike! Mike!

I think
the lighthouse is gonna go...

Never seen a storm surge
like that before in my life.

Folks...
Now, folks!

If you go outside,
stay close to the building.

Remember, we've got
white-out conditions!

Right behind you.

We'll go get your mom
and have us a look.

Hurry!

Mommy, can we please
go out and see?

Look, I wanna go see, too.
Let's get your snowsuit on.

Tide's up.

-She's gonna take it.
-I can't really tell.

Mike, you think she's gonna go?

I think it is!

I can't see a thing!

It's a damned white-out!

There's the light,
just comin' around!

It's still there!

She's goin'...
My God, she's surely goin'!

Look, Buster,
the lighthouse is fallin' down!

There she goes!

Where's the lighthouse, Daddy?
Is it gone?

That's right, buddy,
the lighthouse is gone!

Hey, Ange, did you see it?

Hey, Angie?
Angela...!

Hey, didja...?

Angie!

-Mrs. Kingsbury?
-Davey?

She was just here!

-Hey, Angie!
-Hey, Mommy!

That's all right, big guy,
I bet she went back inside!

Mrs. Kingsbury!

Angie!

Back inside, everyone!
Back inside!

-Mike, what's wrong?
-Get inside, now!

-Stick together!
-My Uncle George, he's gone!

What the hell's going on?

Take the boy and your wife
and get inside!

Go! Everyone, go!
Get back in!

Mrs. Kingsbury!
George!

George Kirby,
where're you at?

-Get back inside!
-Michael, have you seen Angela?

Take your boy and go back in!

Do it! Now!

Bill? Bill Timmons?
George?!

Everyone...
Back inside!

Angie, come on!

Daddy, we left
Mommy outside!

C'mon, big guy,
Mama's fine...

-Buddy system, right?
-Right.

Nobody gets left alone.

-Be careful, you guys.
-You better believe it.

Just be a minute.

Get back in and stay warm.
I'll be fine.

-Buddy system, remember?
-Okay, c'mon.

I hate that song.

Why?

I don't know,
I just hate it.

-How's Jack Carver doin'?
-Quieted down some...

Just a good thing the women
got the kid outta there

before he cracked.

There ought to be a search party
made up

to look for Angela
and them others.

If Alton Hatcher won't
lead it, you could.

And if the search party
doesn't come back?

What then? What will we do?
We send out another?

-Well we can't just sit here.
-Sure we can...

and that's just
what we're going to do.

We're going to sit here and
we're gonna wait out this storm.

And pardon me, Ferd.
I need a coffee.

I was just thinking...
We ought to do something.

Robbie.

What's wrong with
Katrina Withers?

Nothing, honey,
she's just a little tired.

Why don't you kids
pick up a little now?

Mr. Anderson's bringing
new things to play with, ok?

I'm not going to pick up.

My dad's going to give
me a doughnut.

Donnie.

Don Beals, you come back here.
Right now.

Ralphie.

In here, fairy saddle boy.

That's right.

Don't be afraid.

-That's it?
-Yep, it should do. Let's...

What are you doing?

Jesus.

And the disciples.

In the country of the Gadarenes.
Book of Mark.

Oh my God.

What are you saying?

They met a man...

with an unclean spirit.

That's what the Gospel says.

A man...
with demons inside him.

And he lived among the ...tombs.

And no man could bind him.
Not even with chains.

And Jesus cast out the demons
into a herd of pigs

that ran into the ocean
and drowned themselves.

But before Jesus
cast the demons out,

he asked their names.

And the...

...the thing inside said:

Our name...

...is Legion.

For we are many.

That's right.

Come on, Ralphie.