Monster Summer

Thank God.

Where's...

Any available units

near William Street and Vineyard Haven?

Hey, kid, what you doing out here?

Ronnie? Ronnie Harlow, is that you?

Dispatch, let's give Miss Harlow a call.

I think I just found her boy.

I have the missing juvenile

at Mile Marker 22.

Come on, let's go.

Careful. I told you to stay by...

Noah?

Noah, I need your help.

Yeah, okay, Mom.

Almost finished.

It's the busiest time of the season

and your little sister did all of your chores.

Uh, one second.

You're gonna be late for your game.

Coming.

Noah, come on!

- Hey, Noah. - Yeah?

I'm not gonna be able to make it to your game today.

Mom, it's okay. I understand. I'm used to it by now.

Now I don't know what you expect me to do.

Hey look, it's your new arrival.

Good morning, dear.

Good morning, ma'am. Enjoy your stay.

Um, Noah...

- I love you. - Love you too.

Your son?

Yeah.

He seems like a nice young man.

Oh, he's a handful.

Yeah, well, they all are at that age.

Trouble from sunrise to supper.

Uh, I'm Abby.

- You must be Miss Halverson. - Mmm-hmm.

Uh, we were expecting you...

I put my car and most of my belongings

in storage for the summer.

So I'll just need a place to, uh, park my bike.

Of course.

I hope this will be okay for you.

This'll do just fine.

Now,

when I agreed to let you write this column for the paper,

I was thinking more like 100 words

on the upcoming Little League season

or new ice cream flavors over at Mad Martha's.

But this... I can't run this.

Why not?

"Peeping Tom strikes in Chilmark.

"Locals unsettled."

Miss Ashby said she saw a man

looking through her bedroom window.

What if I told you it's the same Miss Ashby

who goes down to the station every week

to file a missing person's report

on her husband, Walter,

who's been dead these past eight years.

Okay, but they did find size 11 men's footprints

right outside of her window.

You are wasting your time with all this.

Look, I moved here because Martha's Vineyard

is the safest summer destination in all America.

Families come from all over the country to vacation here.

They pick up the Gazette,

they want to read about sunshine, lollipops.

Not misdemeanor offenses. You catching my drift?

Look, I think it's nice and all

that you want to follow in your father's footsteps.

But, do me a favor.

Give me a story I can run.

Lampkey winds up and throws the pitch...

He's heading to second.

He's moved to the third.

That brings up Edgartown's potential winning run...

- Batter up! - It's Big Ben Driskel!

Come on, Ben. You can do it.

Come on, Ben. You've got this.

This is Edgartown's

last chance of winning the season opener.

Down a run with two outs, here in the city.

Watch this.

It's going, it's going.

It's gone!

A home run for Ben Driskel,

as Edgartown wins the season opener 5-4.

Yeah!

What a game!

What kind of a peace do I mean?

And what kind of peace do we seek?

Eugene, what did I say about the whole JFK thing in public?

Well, if I'm going to be president one day,

- I need to practice. - Practice?

Couldn't even get elected president of student council.

Whoa, whoa. Hold up, will ya?

Noah, why'd you take us down this way?

Is this old man Carruthers' property?

I've heard stories about him at my parents' dinner parties.

Some people think he was a spy, a bank robber.

Some people even think he's in witness protection.

Which one's the truth?

Summer of '65.

His wife and kids up and vanished without a trace.

Nobody can prove he did it.

You know, I bet their bodies

are still buried somewhere on this property.

There's a story behind this fence.

This could be my ticket to getting my article

published by the Gazette.

If I could prove he did it...

Something like this will make the front page.

It can even go national.

I mean, you're always dragging us around this island

looking for trouble for your stupid stories.

Eugene is right.

I'm sorry, Noah.

I mean, I don't know about this.

Be that way, then.

Noah, wait. Okay, whoa.

Hold on. Hold on. Wait, wait, wait.

Hold on. Hold on. It's...

There's literally... Guys, look.

- Come on. Go. - Oh, my God.

No, I really think we should turn back.

No, seriously.

Guys, we shouldn't be doing this.

This better be good.

I'm missing Columbo reruns for this.

Guys, guys, I see him.

I didn't think he came out in the daylight.

What's he doing now?

Digging.

What?

Maybe you're right, Noah.

Killers keep all sorts of trophies

buried in their backyard.

- What was that? - I don't know.

- But I'm gonna find out. - What?

What? Hey, guys,

there's still time to turn back.

Oh.

Really don't think we should do this.

No, seriously. There's a sign outside, man.

It's private property. No trespassing.

Do you know what that means?

- Stop it. - We'll get arrested for this.

Seriously, guys.

He probably killed somebody with this thing.

Yes, he probably did kill somebody!

Hide.

Shh!

We're good.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Run! Come on.

Come on, let's go.

Come on, guys. Come on. Let's get out of here.

- Guys, come on. - Noah, come on, let's go!

I... I left my backpack. I have to go back.

Forget your backpack. Let's go. Come on.

I can't. My notebook's in there.

Forget your backpack. Let's go.

Forget about it. It's not worth it.

Noah, come on.

Come on. We have to go. Let's go, guys.

Noah. You up there?

What are you doing out so late?

I got something for you.

Wicked!

- This is like the real thing. - It's just like Nomar.

Yeah, now you got something to wear

to our first game at Fenway.

No, you're kidding.

I'd have to mow 1,000 lawns before I could afford that.

Or not.

No way. Thanks, man. I got you.

I told you we'd go to a game one day.

What's wrong?

I'm never gonna leave this island, am I?

Hey, man, you're going to get off this island. Okay?

You are going to be a great journalist.

You might even write a story about me one day

when I make it to the big leagues.

I got one more surprise for you.

Where'd you get those?

I swiped them from my old man.

Look, this girl, Ellie,

we're gonna go for a night swim,

and we're gonna set off the first fireworks

- of the summer. - Whoa, whoa, wait. Ellie...

Ellie Evans?

Yeah. Yeah. You know her?

I know her all right.

Holy smokes.

- You like her. - Since we were kids.

You know, I can't even work up the courage

to go say one word to her,