Under the Dome

Duke?

Testin' our accommodations.

Well, sorry to bother you, but Sam Verdreaux called.

He sounded good and sauced, but he wants us to know

that he heard some kind of a bang.

Like a car backfired?

Or a bang like Tommy Anderson finally shot his wife?

He didn't specify.

But Sam's the only one that called it in,

so I didn't want to overreact.

No.

You were right to get me, Linda.

Never know with this damn place.

You off to the game today, Big Jim?

No, I'm sitting this one out, actually.

Aw. I thought the whole town council

always rode that stupid float together.

Working the lot today,

so the guys...

let me sit this one out.

Heavy is the head that wears many hats.

I'm not sure that's quite how that one goes.

We're having a big sale on our pre-owns.

Hoping we're a little busier than here, no offense.

Sunday mornings have been brutal since they opened that Denny's

over in Westlake.

I'll take your French toast any day of the week, Rose.

Jim...

what is this?

That's me buying your next vote.

Says the guy who always runs unopposed.

We're all in this together.

God!

I know, right?

No, you don't.

- Angie... - Huh?

I love you.

Yeah.

It's been a fun summer.

Ouch.

Junior, we both know what this is.

And you go back to school in a few days.

No, I'm not. I'm, uh...

I'm dropping out.

I dropped out. I'm done.

Are you insane?

You've never been.

Trust me, college is just another...

lame-ass pyramid scheme.

They hand you a free ride out of this place, and you just

- throw it away? Please don't. - This-this is about us. This is not about...

No, Angie, just listen to me for a second, all right? I...

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey.

I have loved you since the third grade.

You're the only person

in the whole world who knows the real me.

And that's why I can't be with you.

Look, I'm gonna be late for work.

Why are you acting like this?

- Hey. - Ow!

Mrs. Grinnell?

Julia Shumway.

You wanted to see me in person?

So you're the newspaper woman?

I'm the new editor of The Independent, yeah.

But if you're just having a problem with your delivery,

- you can go ahead and... - I get my news online, sweetheart,

like everybody else.

I called you because I got a tip.

About what?

See that truck?

That's its fourth propane delivery this week.

Last week, it made six.

Looks like someone's planning

one hell of a barbecue.

Or...

Y-You think this might be connected to terrorism?

Like they say,

"See something, say something."

Why tell me? Why not the police?

I called Sheriff Perkins three days ago. He...

said he'd look into it.

Turns out everything's above board.

Town hall is just restocking its emergency reserves.

Here's the thing:

when Duke told me,

he sounded nervous.

Believe me,

that man's never sounded nervous a day in his life.

Okay.

I'll do some digging.

Whatever you find...

...you leave my name the hell out of it.

Where the hell are they taking all our trucks?

Over to Westlake. It's parade day.

I love you, too, Rusty!

Never understand

why you said yes to one of those meatheads.

'Cause their insurance policy makes ours look like crap.

No!

I'm headed back now. Hey, listen...

so, we got a problem here. Your guy...

"Smith" shows up, he doesn't have the money

and then he tries to renegotiate.

Aggressively.

Hey.

I gotta call you back.

Incoming.

No front tag.

This is 102.

Can you run a plate for us?

Boy Adam Boy,

One Six Two.

Perfect.

Whoa, guys, wait.

Duke...

You okay?

I saw your car spin out.

Wh-What happened?

Whoa.

Hey. No. Don't touch that.

Holy crap.

What is it?

What the hell?!

- Are you sure you're okay, Duke? - Yeah. Yeah.

My damn pacemaker.

Must've skipped a beat.

And that's supposed to make me feel better?

I'm fine.

We have a problem here.

- All our landlines are dead. - Okay.

- Freddy here. - Paul here.

One at a time, geniuses.

Freddy, you go first.

Sorry, Duke. We've got a downed power line over by the clinic.

Paul?

Yeah, same story across town at the Food Mart.

- Sparks and everything. - What could cause that?

A twister?

It's some sort of invisible fence.

Like those ones for dogs?

Whatever it is, I'd probably stop touching it.

It only zaps you the first time.

It's like some sort of static electricity

or...

Necks are snapped.

This thing must be crazy high.

Go! Run! Run!

What the hell is happening?

God Almighty, what are we looking at?

Looks like a prop plane just exploded in midair.

A plane crash?

In Chester's Mill?

Is your phone getting any service?

Got nothing.

Let me see that.

It's Mrs. Sanders.

From the bank.

She sponsored our Little League team.

No.

- No, no, no. - Hey!

Hey! Stop the truck!

- Wait-- if it crashes through, you're dead. - Stop! Stop!

Stop the truck!

Stop!

Why can't we hear the sirens?

No, no, no, stop!

- What are you doing? - Tell 'em to...

call the FAA.

- The Feds? - Yes.

- They got to shut down this whole airspace. - Uh, okay,

what if the government built this thing?

I doubt it.

Why?

'Cause it works.

Sorry for the radio silence, folks.

Generator's cooking and we're up and running again.

I'm Phil Bushey, and you're listening to WYBS,

the Mill's only 100% independent home of rock.

- Phil. - Dodee, hey.

We're the only thing on air right now--

AM, FM, anywhere.

Yeah, the blackout, I know.

No, even if that were statewide,

every station our size has its own generator, so...

why is the whole dial still static?

I don't know.

But our ratings are gonna be amazing.

What the hell happened here?

Sheriff Perkins!

The plane smashed right into it.

I was almost killed. Th-This man saved my life.

Slow down, son. Slow down.

You hurt?

Uh, no, I think...

I think something just, uh, clipped me on the way down.

Why aren't the guys

putting out the fires?

You saw it crash.