he's being undignified in front of a dozen of his constituents. MRS. KINGSBURY stands nearby, with her arm around the shoulders of a frightened-looking DAVEY HOPEWELL. Behind them, ROBERTA COIGN and her husband, DICK, look at ROBBIE with poker faces that can't quite mask their contempt.
ROBBIE stops chasing MIKE. He sticks his gun in his topcoat pocket.
ROBBIE
(still furious) You're getting too big for your britches, Anderson!
MIKE takes no notice. He opens the driver's side door of the Island Services vehicle. ROBBIE, seeing them about to make their getaway, fires the only other arrow in his quiver.
ROBBIE
And get the sign off that damned dummy on your porch! It's not funny!
MRS. KINGSBURY puts a hand over her mouth to hide a snicker. ROBBIE doesn't see probably lucky for her. The Island Services vehicle starts up, and its lights come on. It heads upstreet, bound for the market and the constable's office contained therein.
ROBBIE stands, slump-shouldered and fuming, then looks around at the cluster of people in the snowy street.
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ROBBIE
What are you standing here for? Go on home! Show's over!
He stalks back to his Lincoln.
97 EXTERIOR: LOWER MAIN STREET, IN THE SNOW.
Headlights appear in the SCREAMING WHITE, and a car eventually materializes behind them. It's small, light, and two-wheel drive. It's going slow and slipping back and forth; already there are at least four inches of fresh snow on the road.
98 INTERIOR: THE CAR, WITH MOLLY AND RALPHIE.
Up ahead, we see lights looming out of the snow on the left, plus the long porch and the hanging lobster traps.
RALPHIE It's the store! Yay!
MOLLY
Yay is right.
She turns into the parking area in front. Now that she's here, MOLLY realizes that coming out was dangerous . . . but who could have guessed the snow would pile up so fast? She turns off the engine and allows herself a small slump over the wheel.
RALPHIE
Mom? You okay?
MOLLY Fine.
RALPHIE Get me out of my car seat, 'kay? I want to see Daddy!
MOLLY You bet.
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She opens her door.
99 EXTERIOR: THE ISLAND SERVICES VEHICLE.
It turns left at the blinker and heads toward the market through the thickening snow.
100 INTERIOR: THE ISLAND SERVICES VEHICLE, WITH MIKE AND HATCH.
HATCH
What are we gonna do with him, Mike?
MIKE (sotto voce) Keep your voice down.
(HATCH looks guilty)
We'll have to call the state police barracks in Machias Robbie was right about that much but what are the chances they'll be able to take him off our hands in this?
HATCH looks doubtfully out the window at the pelting snow. This situation keeps complicating itself, and HATCH isn't a very complicated guy. They continue to talk in low voices, so LINOGE won't overhear.
MIKE
Robbie said the TV was on, and I heard it when we were in the hall. Did you?
HATCH At first, yeah. The weather. Then the guy must have . . .
He trails away, remembering.
HATCH
It was busted. Busted all to hell and gone. He didn't do it while we were in the hall, either. You bust a TV picture tube, it makes a noise, like Boof! We would have heard.
(MIKE nods) It must have been the radio . . .
It's almost a question. MIKE doesn't reply. Both of them know it wasn't the radio.
101 INTERIOR: LINOGE, IN THE ANIMAL TRANSPORT COMPARTMENT.
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Smiling. We just see the tips of the fangs in his mouth. LINOGE knows what they know . . . and in spite of their low tones, he hears them.
102 EXTERIOR: ANGLE ON THE MARKET IN THE SNOW AFTERNOON.
The Island Services four-wheel drive rolls past the parking lot in the snow (the little car MOLLY
and RALPHIE came in is already wearing a
fresh coat) and then pulls into an alley that runs down the side of the store and around to the back.
103 EXTERIOR: THE ALLEY, FROM THE FAR END.
The Island Services vehicle comes toiling toward us out of the snow, HEADLIGHTS GLARING. THE
CAMERA PULLS BACK as it reaches the snowy yard at the rear. There is a loading dock at the back of the market, with a sign that says DELIVERIES ONLY GO THRU MARKET FOR CONSTABLE
BUSINESS. The vehicle pulls up here, backing into place. For this sort of deal, the dock is mighty convenient and MIKE and HATCH do have a delivery to make.
They get out and walk around to the back. HATCH is as nervous as before, but MIKE has got his own nerves under control. As they reach the rear of the vehicle: MIKE Safety off?
HATCH looks first surprised, then guilty. He pushes the shotgun's safety off. MIKE, who has his own gun in his hand, nods in satisfaction.
MIKE You're up top.
There are stairs at one end of the loading dock. HATCH climbs them and stands with his shotgun at port arms. MIKE unlocks the back doors of the vehicle, then stands back.
MIKE
Step out on the dock. Don't approach my . . . partner.
Sounding like a guy on Adam 12 makes MIKE uncomfortable, but under the circumstances,
'partner' is the right word.
LINOGE steps out, still awkwardly bent over but graceful. And still smiling that faint, corners-of-
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the-mouth smile. HATCH takes a step back to give him room as LINOGE mounts the steps. Their prisoner is cuffed and they have the guns, but HATCH is still scared of LINOGE.
LINOGE stands in the driving snow, as comfortable as a man in his own living room. MIKE climbs the stairs to the loading dock, searching in his pants pocket. He brings out a ring of keys, separates out the one that opens the back door, and gives it to HATCH. MIKE keeps his pistol pointed slightly down but in LINOGE'S direction.
104 EXTERIOR: HATCH, AT THE LOADING DOOR.
He bends and slides the key into the lock.
105 EXTERIOR: LINOGE, CLOSE- UP.
He's watching HATCH very closely . . . and now we see A FLICKER OF BLACKNESS in his eyes.
106 EXTERIOR: MIKE, CLOSE-UP.
He frowns. Did he see something? It was too quick to tell.
107 EXTERIOR: THE LOADING DOCK DOOR, CLOSE-UP.
HATCH twists the key. SOUND: A SNAP. And now HATCH'S hand is holding nothing but the head of the key.
108 EXTERIOR: RESUME LOADING DOCK.
HATCH
Aw, sugar! Snapped right off! Must have been the cold!
He begins to HAMMER ON THE DOOR with a gloved fist.
109 INTERIOR: THE ISLAND CONSTABLE'S OFFICE.
This was once part of the market's storage area. Now it boasts a desk, a few filing cabinets, a fax, a CB radio, and a bulletin board on the wall. There is also a jail cell in the corner. The cell looks sturdy enough, but homemade a kind of do-it-yourself project. It's a
