All language subtitles for 02 Storm Of The Century Part 1 - 1999

Storm Of The Century -
Stephen King Mini-Series 1999 Part 2 English

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 let me handle this.

- Ralphie?
- Mom! Mommy...

- 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?

Ellen? Ellen. You can catch up
with me.

“Give me what I want.

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

Evening sessions now?

It's sort of fun.

When they fall asleep.
I intend to track down...

the nearest alcoholic beverage
and make it disappear.

- My God.
- He...

Just... Just went... Just went out
to use the can...

and to get myself
a fresh cup of coffee.

"He was" He was fine back then.

Oh. God.

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

Like a snake looking at a bird.

- He...
- What did you do to him?

Night. Champ.

Very good. Pippa. Do you wanna see?

Hey. Look. You guys.

- I wanna be next.
- Ls it your turn. Donnie?

All right.

- Donnie?
- Want one of these?

Yep.

Lloyd Wishman's dead!

He's dead! He's dead!

Where's Mike Anderson?
Lloyd killed himself.

He chopped his face in two
with an ax.

There's blood everywhere.
Where's Mike?

Hatch. Help me get him down.

L... I don't know as I can do that.

Hatch. You can.

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

Okay.'!-

God. It's awful. It's...
Robbie. Robbie. Robbie.

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

He wrote something on the pump.

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

Why would Lloyd cut his head in two.
Robbie?

He was gonna 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 And...

Bad sit-Town hall.
Lloyd Wish-Emergency.

Ursula. Say again.

Say again. Please. And go slow.
The antenna snapped off.

I can barely pick you up.
Now. What's your emergency. Over?

Lloyd Wishman...

Hatch. Go out and raise her
on the Island Services CB.

Find out what her problem is.
Then come right back.

Right.

Hey. You sure he's gonna be okay?

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 antennas over.

Ursula. This is Hatch.
Do you read me?

- Came 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.

What's the problem?

Ferd Andrews says Lloyd Wishman
has killed himself over at the firehouse.

God.

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

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

Robbie Beals and Henry Bright
have gone over.

“To investigate,” Robbie says.

Oh. God. What...? And you let them
go there? Come back.

There was no way to stop Robbie.
He shanghaied my husband.

And there could be somebody
down there.

Where's Mike?
I wanna talk to Mike.

Well. I'm calling from the truck.

Mike's inside with the man who...
Well. With the prisoner.

Well. You just have to send him
down there.

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

- Come back.
- Ls Mike all right?

Hatch. You come back and you tell me.

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

I've gotta go.
I'll pass on the message.

This is Island Service. Out.

Oh. God.

I don't know about this. Robbie.

You wanna 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 found him. He said
it was suicide.

I think Ursula is afraid
it might be murder.

Mike. Robbie Beals took Henry Bright
over there to investigate. I guess.

Road still passable?
What do you think?

In a four-wheel drive, yeah.
Probably till midnight. But 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 them 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. Why don't you
shoot him.

There's a gun right there on the desk.

There he is.

Hang on. 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
on 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 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.
And that's what I've come to do.

Now you come on back and follow us.
I don't wanna hear any more sass.

Peter Godsoe? My God in heaven. Why?

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

We haven't been able to get through.

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

but I can make sure 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?
- Course I did.

What do you think I am. A damn fool?

Hatch? Can you raise the town hall
on the CB?

Tell Carla and Sandy we're okay?

I'll try it again.

Ursula?

Ursula, are you there?
This is Hatch, come back.

Everyone back off. Give Ursula space.
If we hear anything. We'll let you know.

- Move back. Go on. Move back.
- Come an back.

If you don't have anything else to do.
Go downstairs and watch the storm.

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 wanna know that.

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 little bit. Come back.

Why the store?
Is that man locked up?

You boys he careful.

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

I'll have to try you back a little bit
later on. This is Island Service. 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's 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.

Got a lot of people of French descent
on the island.

You have something to do with
what happened to Peter Godsoe?

How did you know he ran pot
out of his warehouse?

Always assuming he was.

I know a lot. Constable.

I know 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.

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

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 a lisp. And that blond hair.
Curly like a girl's hair...

Not to mention the way he walked.
Still. Three against one.

Pool cues.

Well. Hardly sporting.

I'm warning you. Mister.

The kid lost an eye. How about that?

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

He wears a paisley eye patch
his sister made him.

He lies awake 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 liked the way his hair
looked all around his face like it was.

Although you'd never say it
to each other. Would you?

- Kind of turned you on.
- That's enough.

Kind of made you wonder
what it might feel like to touch it.

- You shut up. Or I'll shut you up.
- All right. Jack. Jack. Take it easy.

There's another bedtime story
for a stormy night.

I can see you with your arm
around your little boy saying:

“Daddy wants to tell you how he put
the nasty queer man's eye out...!

- All right. That's enough.
- Shut up!

Oh. My God. Are you all right?

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

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

- Where's...?
- Get off me. Jack.

Is it bad?

Barely clipped the skin.

It's 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 going 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.

We'll still be safe down here
in the basement.

Is Daddy safe?

Yeah.

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! Not you!
- Good night, sweetie.

Leave me alone! Stop it!

- Leave me alone!
- Honey. Come on. You can't... 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 you wait for your daddy.

Now.

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

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

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

Buster is running around upstairs.

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

- As long as he didn't disturb anybody.
- No. They're out like lights.

I worry about Donnie sometimes.

I mean. I love him.
But I worry about him too.

Sandy. They all go through stages.
I mean...

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 the shelf.
And tell Billy to remember the juice.

Oh. 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...
- Ls it true what he said?

Let's talk about that.

Did you go up to Derry
and have an abortion?

I guess that's all the talk we need.

Isn't it?

- I guess that says it all.
- Well. Don't you wanna know why?

Not particularly. No.

It was our baby and now it's dead.
I guess. Really. That's all I need to know.

All right. So you asked me one.
Now I'll ask you one.

What about Jenna Freeman?

What about Jenna Freeman?

Why do you ask about something that
you already know the answer to. Kat?

Maybe to wipe that little minister look
off your face. Yeah. I knew.

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 why? I don't understand it.

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 is spending
his afternoons with the town pump?

Hey. That baby was half mine.
And 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 now you've done a whole lot
of my thinking for me too. Now. Huh?

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

What about the baby?
The one 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 doing?

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 that maybe I could save us.

But there's nothing to save.

You're just a stupid kid after all.

What are you doing.
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 is my...

Stop it. Linoge. Steamed up.

Hear me shout.

Just tip me over And pour me out.

- Do you want them back?
- No. Thanks. Annie. You can keep them.

I always end up falling asleep. Listening
to Schubert on my fillings anyway.

Give Johnny a hand. Johnny?

The storm is continuing to build with
the greatest concentrations of snow...

in the coastal areas.
We here at Channel 7...

find the numbers impossible
to believe...

hut Machias is already reporting
a fresh foot and a half.

This is without the drift factor
and in zero visibility.

No traffic is on the roads.
Hey, 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 Kittery to Millinocket.

Coastal communities are cut off.

Us island guys. Forget it.

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

L... I just got a feeling.

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 ye be vexed.“"

- It sounded like a scream.
- Oh. God. 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? Someone came back
from the store?

No. No. Nobody's come in
from that end of town since 8:00...

but Mike's all right.

It's nothing psychic
about that part of it.

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

Once it was Hatch.
And 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 trying
to raise the staties in Machias.

You haven't heard from Peter
so you can't know...

No. I know it. Somehow. I do.

I do. I know it.

There's a state of snow emergency
in central and coastal Maine tonight.

Molly. If I can get Lucien Fournier
to stop fiddling with that TV...

and take me down
to the constable's...

can you mind things here?

Unless the roof falls in.
All it amounts to is saying...

that everything is fine
and breakfast is at 7.

We still need folks on the serving crew
and to clean up after.

The work's mostly done for tonight.
Thank God.

People have already started
going to bed.

Okay. All right. Just do me a favor.

Give a message to Mike.
Tell him to set a guard.

There are men who have nothing to do.

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.

Are you all right there. Molly Anderson?

Fine. Just fine.

This is gonna be one
to tell your grandchildren about.

- Al ready is.
- Our worst fears were realized...

with the convergence
of these two fronts.

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.

I'm a little teapot.

Short and stout.

Here is my handle.

Here is my spout.

Oh. My God.

Don't you dump me in the snow bank.
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 better go 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. But...
- Yeah. I'll take it slow. Believe me.

Joanna and I are going to drive down
the street to Mike.

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 going 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 nothing.

Just... No clothing tags even.
Not even on his blue jeans.

He's just...

He's just here.

And 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.

I'm a little teapot.

Short and stout.

Here is my handle.

Here is my spout.

- Come on and help me get her inside.
- When I get all...

Hear me shout.

Just tip me over...

That fit he threw.
What was that all about?

Did he have a cane
when you saw him?

Oh. Yes. Sir.

It had a silver wolf's head on the top.

And 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?

Hey. Somebody's pulling 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.

Oh. 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. Ursula. Don't look at this.

It's Peter. Oh. My God.
Oh. My God. Oh. My God. No.

Go get Mike.

No. Oh. God.

Oh. No. No.

- Oh. My God. Oh. My God. No...
- Ursula.

- Oh. Michael. Michael.
- Oh. Ursula. I'm sorry.

Come on. Ursula. Come inside
where it's warm.

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

That's evidence. Or something.

Kat. Have a little broth.
It'll warm you up.

You ought to spike that
with rat poison. Mrs. Kingsbury...

that'd warm her up.

Upton Bell, you shut up
your ignorant mouth.

You're treating her
like she saved his life...

instead of bashing his brains in.

All right. Everybody. Out of here.
This is not a sideshow.

- Now. Listen. Mrs. Anderson...
- Come on.

Look. You've known her all her life.

Whatever she did or didn't do...

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 murdering 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 break loose. Now. Does she?

Yeah. Well...

Thank you. Mr. Stanhope.

Not a problem. Molly.

Have...? Have you seen my mother?

L... I think she's getting ready for bed.

Good.

Say there. Cora. It's just like camp.
Ain't it?

We should put a bed sheet
up on the wall and show cartoons.

Oh. Relax. Cora. It's only the genny
clearing her throat.

There you are. You see.
As bright as you could ever want it.

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.

I've told you
half a dozen times already.

This will 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. It'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 them are doing much tonight.
Anyway.

Well. That's true.

Hatch. Can I see you outside a minute?

I just wanna talk to you.

You'll be okay?

Yes.

What are you looking at?

I'm a little teapot
Short and stout

I'm a little teapot
Short and stout.

Here is my handle.

Here is my spout.

When I get all steamed up.

Then I shout.

Tip me over And pour me out

I'm a little teapot
Short and stout.

He's totally crazy.

He's gotta be.

What did you want to talk about.
Mike?

I'm leaving you in charge.

- Mike. I wish you wouldn't do that.
- Just for a while.

I wanna get these women back
while the four-wheel drive still moves.

I'm gonna see that Molly's all right.
Let her know I am. Give Ralphie a kiss.

Then I'll bring every man that looks
halfway useful back here.

We'll guard him in groups of threes
and fours till the storm's over.

In fives. If that's what it takes
to make you comfortable.

I won't feel comfortable
until 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?

Oh. 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?
- An hour at most.

I'll be back with a truckload
of men.

In the meantime. You got Jack.
Henry. Robbie. And Kirk Freeman.

Do you think any of us
are gonna make a difference?

You think the town hall's any safer?

Or anywhere else on the island?

Considering 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
and spend the time in here with him.

The others can go out.
Be in the market...

and you can adjust the mirror
so you can look back in.

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

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. Mike.

Come on. Come on. Let's go.

- She's really out.
- They're very light sleeping pills.

Any lighter. Doc Grissom said I could
buy them over the counter.

I think it's shock. Whatever
she's done or been done to her...

she's away from it now.

That's probably best.
Sleep well. Dear.

Look. Do you think maybe someone
ought to sit with her. Like a guard?

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

She doesn't need a guard.

What is all this?

The Casbah is hardly the place
for a woman alone.

She attracts too much attention...

excites tau much desire.

We naturally wish to protect her
from any embarrassment.

Further embarrassment
can very easily be avoided.

She must not return...

- Andy?
- Jill?

- Honey. What's wrong?
- It's Cora.

- Let's take this upstairs.
- Wait here for me.

Mike. I'm so scared.

I am too.

I can't go in there. I'm sorry.

L... I can't take any more. l...

Sandy.

Oh. My God.

Sandra? Sandra?

- What is it? What?
- I can't. I can't.

What happened? Hey.

It's all right. It's okay.
What's wrong?

- Oh. Mike. Thank God.
- Joanna. I wouldn't. Joanna.

Mol. Help me.

Come on. Joanna.

Come on. Joanna.

- Andy? Borrow you for a minute?
- Honey. You okay?

She's dead.

Urse. You okay?

Sandra. Can the two of you go on
get me some blankets to wrap her in?

- Yeah. We can do that.
- Okay.

Mike? What's going on?

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

Yeah. Why?

Old Mrs. Stanhope is dead too.
In the ladies' room.

How'd she die? Heart attack? Stroke?

Suicide.

Is...? Ls Billy still out in the shed?

Yeah.

It seemed like the best place
to put him. We covered him up.

- Andy?
- Yeah.

You and Sonny. You go and cover up
Mrs. Stanhope.

Take her out. Put her with Billy.
Use the back door.

I don't want people seeing a corpse
if I can avoid it.

What about Jonas, her boy?

I seen him downstairs
just getting ready to turn in.

Let's hope he does. His wife
can tell him about it in the morning.

- Upton Bell?
- Yes. Sir.

Go downstairs, find five men
that are still up.

Guys who could
walk through half a mile...

of deep snow without having
a heart attack. Tell them to come up.

Don't tell them anything
except that I wanna talk to them.

- 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.

Well. Jack. You're winning as usual.

Kirk. Maybe your luck will change
on the next hand.

Mike...

is it that man?

The one who picked up Ralphie
at the market?

It is. Isn't it?

Are you gonna 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.

You better get back inside
before you freeze your tail off.

Come back to us.

I will.

Hatch. Robbie's got a gun.

- Robbie.
- 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?

Well. Don't just stand there. Help.

Robbie. What are you doing?

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.

- What is it? What's happening?
- I don't know.

Hatch! Hatch!

- Hatch. Maybe you shouldn't.
- Move. Jack.

- Hatch?
- Hatch!

- No.
- Hatch!

What the hell is that?

Hatch! What are you doing?

- Come back, Hatch!
- Hatch.

What are you doing. Hatch?

- Come back, Hatch.
- No!

- Come back, Hatch! Come back!
- Don't. Hatch.

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 we supposed to see
anything in this?

You know, friends, it's hard to-

But it's easy to go along
with so-called "friends"...

who tel! 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."

- that sin tastes sweet an the lips...
- Hallelujah.

Hut sour on the tongue,
and it poisons the belly of the righteous.

God bless you.
But 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:

- "Ch, I can keep that dirty little secret."
- Hallelujah.

It's nobody 's business and it
wan 't hurt me. "

And then try to ignore
the canker of corruption...

that begins to grow around it.

That soul sickness
that begins growing around it.

Be sure your sin will find you out...

and that your secrets
will be known.

All secrets will he 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 ha! 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 nut everywhere
except here, an 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 he suicides, sources say...

hut the other 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 is Robert Beals,
the town manager? No one knows.

There has 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 are assuring reporters
that a solution will be found...

but even they cannot deny
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 sill find you out,
and that your secrets will be known.

All secrets will he 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 if the supplicant is turned away
and the seeker given no respite...

shall not the hard-hearted
be sent hence?

You must he 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
want 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.
- And no one knew where they went.

And in the dream.
No one knew where we went.

They're all dreaming it.

Do you understand? They're all
dreaming 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. Mass suicide.

- If we don't give him what he wants.
- How could he?

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

Oh. 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.

I've 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
whiteout conditions.

Right there. Right there.

L 9011 you.

I've got you. I've got you.

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

Mommy. Can we please
go out and see?

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

Tide's up.

- The surge is gonna take it.
- I can't really tell.

I can't see anything.

- Mike. Do you think she's gonna go?
- I think it is.

- I can't see a thing.
- It's the damn whiteout.

There's the light.
Just coming around. It's still there.

She's going.

My God. She's surely going.

Oh. Yeah.

Look. Buster. The lighthouse
is falling down.

There she goes.

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

That's right. Buddy.
The lighthouse is gone.

Hey. Ang. Did you see it?

Hey. Angie? Angela!

Hey. Did you...? Angie!

- Angela!
- Mrs. Kingsbury?

- Davey?
- Well. She was just here.

- Hey-Angie!
- Hey. Mommy.

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

- Mrs. Kingsbury!
- Mrs. Kingsbury!

Angie!

- Back inside. Everyone, back inside.
- Mike. What's wrong?

- Get inside. Stick together.
- Wait. My uncle.

- Just get back inside.
- Mike. 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 you at?

- Get back inside.
- Michael. Have you seen Angela?

- Jack. Take your boy and go inside.
- No. She's just...

Do it now.

Bill! Bill Timmins! George!

Everyone. Back inside.

Angie Carver!

- Daddy. We left Mommy outside.
- Come on. 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. Come on.

I'm a little teapot
Short and stout.

Here is my handle
Here is my spout.

When I get all steamed up
Then I shout.

Just tip me over And pour me out

I'm a little teapot
Short and stout.

Here is my handle
Here is my spout

I hate that song.

Why?

I don't know. I just hate it.

- So how is Jack Carver doing?
- Quieted down some.

It's just a good thing the women got
the kid out of 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'll we do, send out another?

- Well. We can't just sit here.
- That's just what we're gonna do.

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

Pardon me. Ferd. I need a coffee.

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

I'm a little teapot
Short and stout.

Here is my handle
Here is my spout.

When I get all steamed up
Then I shout.

Just tip me over And pour me out

I'm a little teapot Short and...

What's wrong with Katrina Withers?

Nothing. Honey.
She's just a little tired.

You kids pick up a little now...

and Mr. Anderson's bringing you
new things to play with.

I'm not gonna pick up.
My dad's gonna 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. 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.