Thrash

It started as a tropical disturbance,

but in the last 24 hours, Henry became a Category 2 hurricane…

From the 11:00 a.m. advisory from the National

has Annieville in the crosshairs of Henry.

This is expected to be a major

a buzz saw on satellite, as it beelines toward our coast.

It shows the storm making landfall near Annieville.

This is nothing to mess around with.

This is the harbormaster out of Beaufort Weather Tower.

The National Hurricane Center

issued hurricane and storm-surge warnings for this area.

I repeat, hurricane and storm warnings have been issued for this area.

Winds of up to 150 knots, seas to 60 feet,

and a 15-to-20-foot storm surge are to be expected.

Weather threats ramping up throughout the day...

Save our planet!

It's the only one with George, Garth, and Luke and Kate.

- Come on, now! Save us. - 97.8, WVD…

Hey, Ray, how's it going?

Yeah, yeah, good. So, uh, today, I was thinking something healthy.

Like a burger.

I mean, it still comes with tomato, right?

Mm-hmm. Yeah, no rush. Just send it over as soon as…

Closing?

Now?

But…

I mean, it's just a little bit of…

Rain.

The grocery stores are still open, huh? I guess I could just…

Yeah, I guess I could just walk.

Yeah, all right, stay safe.

Mm-hmm. You too, bye.

Get in.

Good.

- Gotta go. - All right.

I've got half a tank!

Whoa! Dakota!

You shouldn't be out here. It's not safe.

I needed food.

I haven't seen you in forever.

Not since your mom passed.

Look, they're saying we should all get out of town.

We got room in the car.

Huh…

Mm…

Woo-hoo!

That looks like an 8.5 for my man, Ron Olsen!

Ron!

Well burning the rubber On my back tires…

- Ron! - Ron!

Ron?

Hey, stop fooling around, Ron.

Ron!

I gotta keep moving on down the road

Gotcha!

The highwayman…

It's the aqua-lungs, baby.

This rain won't let up.

Three more days of this.

- Then school. - I don't wanna think about it.

Well, at least we gonna get fed every day.

Okay, Will, you're up.

Hold on. Quick gator-and-snake check.

- Safety first. - All right.

We're good. Bombs away.

What the hell do y'all think you're doing? Get on down, little bastards!

Don't you know there's snakes in these swamps?

Dee was on lookout, Mr. Olson.

On lookout. What's she gonna be doing? Spotting cottonmouths from up there?

Who do you think's picking up the goddamn doctor's bill?

I'll tell you who.

- Billy Olson right here. - Like you'd ever take us to the doctor.

What'd you say?

What'd you say?

Nothing, that's right. Get your asses in the truck right now.

All right.

Come on.

- Hey. - Lisa, you're still here.

But not for long. I thought everything was closing down?

Yeah, boss man wanted me to do another load before they call it a day.

Guess who's getting overtime?

Where's Eric? He in the back?

All right, Bob, see you later. Drive safe.

Yeah, you too.

The wind is so strong.

Now those waves will come out to be maybe six or even seven feet tall.

No, I haven't told anyone yet.

Lisa, honey.

Mom, it's embarrassing.

How is it embarrassing for you?

The jerk who left his pregnant fiancée

to become, what, a professional poker player?

Yep. And a DJ.

After he asked you to move a thousand miles to his town?

Ya know, I knew it.

I knew it the moment I laid eyes on that no-good son of a bitch.

- Can we just not talk about him? - Honey, did you give it any more thought?

- What? - You know, the birth.

Like doing it in the tub, in the water, like your sister did?

- Mom. - It'll still be in a hospital.

Yes, yes, in room 202 in a big, comfy bed

with my perfectly-curated birth playlist.

Wait, why haven't you left town yet?

They said the storm's gonna be really big.

They made us come into work today. It wasn't my choice, but I'm leaving now.

How you gonna do that? They said they closed the interstate.

Wait, what?

They just closed the interstate.

Honey, you gotta get to higher ground.

Go, go, go!

Dale, how bad is it out there?

Pretty bad.

Every fish south of Bermuda is bolting north to get away from this storm.

Must be a big one.

Oh, yeah, that's coming in fast too.

- Hey, did you get everyone tagged? - Not even close.

Too many of them seem to be coming in with the storm.

- Too many of them? - The bull sharks.

Spotted at least six before I had to get out of there.

Must be seeking shelter in freshwater estuaries.

- Dr. Edwards? - Greg.

- Hey. - Thanks for the heads-up.

- Of course. - How bad is it?

Yeah. If they ever consider creating a Category 6, this would be it.

It is a monster.

- What are they calling it? - Hurricane Henry.

Henry.

What would you call it?

Uh… Ted Bundy?

Oh.

I've got to get hold of my niece.

Okay, good idea.

- Hey. - You okay?

Yeah, I was just, um…

What's up?

I was just calling to make sure you have some way of leaving town.

If not, I could come pick you up in a bit.

- Thanks, but no need. I'm staying. - They're saying it could be a Category 5.

It could land right on top of Annieville. Which means

the house might come down on you.

You could be swimming inside your bedroom.

I dunno. Sounds kinda fun.

Look, you said it yourself.

"Could" or "might."

It's what they always say, and everything turns out fine.

The house is safe.

And so am I.

Look, I know you're hurting, Dakota.

I miss your mother every day.

But hiding in that house isn't going to make the hurt go away.

You really suck at this parenting stuff.

What can I say? I'm new at it.

Yeah, I know.

I'll be there as soon as I can, okay?

It'll only take a couple of hours.

Deal?

Deal.

You kids even listening to me?

I'm telling you, in fact, I swear to God,

you pull any of that shit again, I'll send you back to foster care.

Stay tuned for…

Little shits, you don't know your asses from a hole in the ground.

Law enforcement have issued a mandatory evacuation,

telling residents they must leave their homes

as the storm surge is expected to hit shores within the next hour.

Lots of folks taking off.

- Breaking at this hour… - Are we heading out too?

Bullshit, we are. Ain't nothing but a little bit of weather.

Wind and rain, and these jokers dump a log in their panties, run for the hills.

…biggest threat with…

If it don't twang, it ain't my thing

If it don't hang Like the midnight train

Or cry like a steel

Bending my old heartstrings

Listen! I said Brooke is your mother's...

Get your finger out of my face!

- Out! - All!

- I'm not crazy! You were eating my face! - Gotta get out of the room.

- No, absolutely not. - Call the police right now.

Look at the radar of Hurricane Henry one hour ago.

It's a Category 2, and then it hits record warm waters off the coast,

and boom, it becomes a Category 5.

Two swimmers were attacked on Myrtle Beach this morning

by what onlookers say was a large shark.

- Get her! - Gonna get you!

- That's my girl. - Okay, let me show you.

Okay.

See? It's stable.

Much easier to hit.

One more time?

- You try. - Okay.

You can do it. Good.

Try your dad.

Oh, boy. Ow!

- Bull's-eye! - Yes!

You got him.

You're amazing.

What if the windows break?

Reinforced glass, all right?

I installed them bad boys myself.