Widow's Bay

Be not afraid.

What's happening to me?

- I can't see anything. - Oh, God.

Frances. Frances!

Frances!

Frances!

- Frances? - Help!

Frances!

Frances!

Grab hold!

Grab ahold.

Hold on. I'm trying, Frances!

Don't let go!

You have to sound the siren, Tom.

She's right.

Those thunderheads ain't natural.

Read the accounts of the Storm of 1783.

Started with big, ugly storm clouds just like that.

Storm roared in like The Great Flood.

Storm brought waterspouts and tornadoes.

Men were ripped up into the black sky.

Babies torn from their mothers' arms.

How we looking?

You got your Doppler up?

Yeah.

It doesn't look great .

What's the mainland saying?

We lost contact with the mainland 20 minutes ago.

Okay. Well, then keep me updated.

You have to sound the siren.

You have to get everyone into the shelters.

Right now, it's just a storm.

If I sound the siren, that's all they'll say when they get home.

They went to Widow's Bay and ended up in a fucking storm shelter.

That doesn't happen on Martha's Vineyard.

At least they'll get back home.

People have died, Tom.

Fuck.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Fuck.

Tom!

Oh, my God.

- You okay? - No.

My back. Can't move it.

She's missing a finger.

What?

No, Patricia. Patricia. Patricia.

Patricia.

- Kenny. - Everybody stay back.

- Fuck. - Tom, what happened?

- Kenny. - I said to stay back.

- He might have broke something. - No. Let him help me.

- Maybe if we both grab a side, we can... - Back off, Kenny.

He might have spinal damage. Can't move him.

I'll do it myself. Here we go.

- No. No. - All right.

You're pushing it down on me. You're pushing it down on me.

Don't speak, Tom.

Your lungs might be collapsed. All right, here we go. Ready?

One, two, three.

- My sciatica. Shit. - Poor Rosemary.

- Oh, no. - What?

Thanks, Kenny.

Tom, her finger.

Look, Tom. It's missing.

What?

Frances Warren.

Her brother ran over her ring finger. It's in Sarah Warren's journal.

This woman in the painting, Frances Fisher,

mysteriously washed up on shore as a girl.

This is Frances Warren.

That's why Richard Warren's bloodline didn't end with him.

Because his daughter lived.

Tom?

Tom, are you listening to me?

If that is Frances Warren,

that's over 400 years of ancestry to untangle.

Rosemary probably already has genealogy on Barnabus.

And then what? We round them up?

This is Loftis.

Hit the siren.

This ferry isn't coming, and I wouldn't even get on it if it did.

Can we please just go back home?

No, listen, ferries operate in storms all the time.

Bechir,

get me home.

I just need to try one more thing.

All right? Okay.

Stop…

So, what's the plan here?

I'm getting the fuck off this island.

I know how to operate a boat.

Forty miles from the mainland.

In a boat with a range of 15 miles tops with a full tank.

And even if you do somehow refuel

while in the middle of this storm, the waves'll capsize you.

I can't have my child here.

I understand that, but…

That boat came here on a boat.

Not gonna get you to the mainland in this.

What have you told her?

Nothing.

I can't tell her anything.

Attention residents and visitors to Widow's Bay.

There is a mandatory storm advisory by order of the mayor.

Report to the shelter immediately.

Attention residents and visitors to Widow's Bay…

Sorry.

All right everyone, head towards my voice.

Make this left. Make your way downstairs.

Welcome to your first nor'easter, folks.

After this, you're gonna be one of us. A real New Englander.

Heard it's… Heard it's hitting Martha's Vineyard pretty hard.

Now you'll be refunded by your accommodations for tonight.

That money's already spent.

Okay.

Come here.

I know, I know. I just… I had to make sure PJ and those guys were all coming.

Listen, I know we do this dance a lot.

Today, please...

- I'm not gonna go anywhere. - Can you... Okay.

- I promise. - Okay, good.

And hey, we can go to a Sox game whenever, you know.

I mean, they still have half a season left, so…

I love you, bud.

All right, go downstairs.

Okay.

We have an issue.

Generator's out.

The emergency lights run on batteries. They'll last a half hour,

then the shelter goes pitch-black.

Oh, my God.

There's power surges through the whole island.

'Cause of the storm, it's overloading the grid.

Even the heavy-duty gear is getting fried.

So what do we do? We have to get power down there.

Garrett might have a replacement.

He's got the same one up at the lighthouse.

Garrett.

Garrett, I'm looking right now. I don't see you…

All right, listen. Listen to me.

We need your starter for the old generator.

I can't understand a goddamn word you're saying.

Do...

Does he not have a goddamn phone?

No.

Garrett.

How the hell am I supposed to get you a goddamn starter?

Garrett, Garrett. I can't hear…

We need your starter.

This is an emergency.

- I'm going up there. - Tom, you shouldn't go out there.

It's not safe.

Let's get you warm.

Let me help you.

Okay.

What's wrong, hon?

Maybe it's just Braxton Hicks.

Dr. Morgan's downstairs.

- Let's get you comfortable. - Okay.

You need to learn to knock, cowboy.

This is a castle doctrine town.

Funny to think the whole island survived

on whale blubber well into my father's day.

The whaler, the captain, they…

they owned this place, my daddy would say.

What's this about, Wyck?

I need you to do something for me.

Garrett!

Garrett!

Fuck!

No. No!

Shit.

Garrett?

Goddamn it, Garrett, I came here for the starter.

Oh! Oh, thank God!

- I'll bring it back. - What? No, no, no!

No, stay there, stay there! I'm coming to you!

I'm coming back! I'm coming back!

Dale, stop him!

Fuck. No!

No, no! Garrett!

No.

Garrett, go!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Get inside! Get inside!