They're so beautiful, Tom.
God.
- Oh, no. - What?
Left out my poem.
Oh, no.
Unbelievable.
I went over the layout with her three times.
But you know, these things happen. So, don't… don't be too hard on her.
Yeah, I guess you're right.
Read it again.
"New England's Best Kept Secret."
Not for long.
"Don't look for a Starbucks here."
Skip ahead to the part about Martha's Vineyard.
"Widow's Bay is the next Martha's Vineyard."
That's all it says about that.
- Yeah, I know. - It's not really a "part."
All right, just keep reading.
Now, this…
this…
this is what Widow's Bay should taste like.
Really.
Took a while to figure out how to use it.
Well, it-it was worth it.
It's just… …nobody's ordering it.
I put a lot into this, Tom.
- I don't know... - I-I know. I know.
And-And you're gonna make your money back and then some.
The tourists are coming this weekend, and then word-word will spread.
Lot of opportunity coming your wa…
Wyck, so long buddy.
Bechir, what the hell's going on?
Hey. Hey!
That's my livelihood, you son of a bitch!
I am not a son of a bitch!
I just got this place ready, and we're fully booked.
All right, Wyck.
Let-Let's get you some coffee.
No, you can't let people stay here.
Not the inn.
- The inn is not right! - Oh…
Wyck! Wyck! Wyck, come on!
- I got here first! - Oh, my God.
- No. No! - Wyck.
Be careful!
You okay?
All right, Wyck. Let's go sleep it off.
No! No, no, no.
The inn is-is haunted.
And your mayor…
your mayor is a fool.
- Leave him alone, Loftis. - Yeah, leave him alone.
- He's harmless. - …gonna get us all killed.
Yeah, he doesn't care about us. He's selfish.
He's a selfish fool!
Uh, no.
All right.
Okay, folks. You know what?
I think we're gonna let him cool down for a little while.
How is he able to roll down the window?
- He'd never set foot inside… - 'Cause he's not in cuffs.
- …by himself. - Of course, I would.
No, you can't trust him.
He's only doing it for the money!
Of course, I'm not doing it for the money!
- I'm looking out for all of us. - 'Cause he's not one of us.
He's a coward!
Fuck you, you dumb hick!
Oh.
- Oh. I'm a hick. You see what I mean? - I-I… I didn't…
- I obviously didn't… - You all heard him say it!
You heard him say what he said!
- I-I, uh… - You heard him!
I am not a hick!
Where are we going? I don't wanna go!
He just needs to sleep it off.
Thank-Thank you, everyone.
- Unbelievable. - Just a circus.
Hey, Ginny. Just picking up.
Well, I heard you had quite a day.
You heard?
You know how hard it was to get that article?
I know, I know.
Not an ounce of gratitude.
And that fucking guy…
Oh, you know Wyck has not had the easiest go of it.
So he just gets to do whatever the hell he wants
and people just love him?
Well, you know people around here fear change.
And when the Lord gathers a herd,
he calls a shepherd.
Oh.
Oh, so you're just phoning it in now.
- Oh, right. - Sure, I guess. James 4:6 though.
Blah, blah, Bible, Bible, you know.
Right.
You wanna come by for a drink?
- Picking up for Evan. - Okay, next time.
Next time.
Oh, hey, um…
You should probably keep the doors locked at night.
- Pardon? - The bell.
I mean, let's be honest, it probably was Evan and I will talk to him.
But we both know that won't do any good.
- The bell… The church bell? - Yeah.
Woke up Rosemary and Patricia too.
Tom, that's impossible.
Oh, you haven't met my son.
You okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Go home to your boy.
Did Kathy bag this?
No, I bagged it.
Oh.
Thank you.
"Dumb hick."
I didn't mean that.
I-I-I really didn't.
And I know you're…
…you're all loyal to Wyck, um,
but that doesn't make him right.
We have a new chapter now, and there is nothing wrong with that inn.
A lot of bad things have gone down there.
Y-Yes, that's-that's true.
But it doesn't make it haunted.
I would never put anyone in danger.
Then why don't you stay there?
Are you gonna pay for my room, Al?
- We'll all chip in. - Yeah.
Great. I look forward to it.
Tonight.
Guys, I-I have my son at home.
Nice excuse.
Okay, I'll do it.
If that's what it takes, I will stay there tonight.
You have to stay in the Captain's Suite.
The what?
Lost his mind.
Got his family with an axe.
Of course we then named a suite after him.
- Anything else? - "The Ungrateful Hortence Fitzgerald."
Was she the lady who fell out of a window?
Ugly woman who fled her wedding.
Backed through a window and fell to her death.
If you say "ugly Hortence" three times, you will see her ungrateful reflection.
You know, I'm gonna ask that we start questioning these narratives.
There's misogyny in the air. More than a whiff.
- You-You're not writing these down. - Oh, sorry.
- Oh, New Years Eve, 1962, disaster. - Yeah.
- John Reynold's head in the dumbwaiter. - Mmm.
That clown killer of '51.
Oh, yeah. This was a guy who killed clowns?
No, it was a murderer who dressed as a clown!
Oh, sorry.
He should spend time in that crawl space.
- Yeah. - Ooh.
Thank you, Rosemary.
All the way to the back too. Not halfway, pussy.
Not a problem. Anything else?
He's not gonna spend the whole night there.
Kurt could lock him in.
Okay, I'll do it.
But when I do, all this talk stops, right?
You let it go.
You let tourists stay there in peace.
Agreed?
Yeah, I guess. Yeah. Sure.
All right. Thank you.
Don't do it.
Excellent. Bob's at 9 to 7 in the bottom of the 7.
Boston hoping to keep the deficit to 2.
Listen, I, um… I have to stay at the inn tonight
to make sure everything is in order for the tourists.
Wait, tour… tourists are actually coming?
Yes. So, um…
you're gonna spend the night at Ruth's.
- No. - Mm-hmm.
- Fuck no. - Whoa.
No. Come on. She's so old. Please.
Please. I don't wanna go.
Sorry.
Actually, it's fine.
- Wait, wait. What did you just concoct? - Huh?
- What? I'm gonna go pack. - No,
this will not be an excuse for you to go out…
- Don't eat my sandwich! - …at all hou…
I'm gonna be calling there and checking in throughout the night!
This place freaks me out.
Okay, good luck!
I took down some of the more provocative ones, like you asked.
This isn't provocative?
What's that?
- They want you to film it. - Oh…
They say it's the only way they'll know for sure.
Okay.
Well… …give me the keys to the Captain's Suite.
There's a honor bar in the parlor.
You sign your name on the form and say what you drank.
- Got it. - There's a security camera
so I'll know if you don't log what you took.
Hmm. That's not really an honor system.
Marie gave it a quick turnover today.
There's no AC, but she did put a fan on the desk for climate control.
There's, uh, two chairs, your-your choice.
Um. Some local, uh, sundries and linens and soaps in the bathroom.
You don't bring the bags in for the guests?
Shit.
I'll be reachable at home if you need me.
W-Wait, you don't stay here?
W-What if a guest needs something?
Then they can reach me at home.
Night.
Well,
I don't understand why we can't just leave end of July.
Thanks. Uh…
Well… …we'll be outta here by Labor Day.
Loftis asks for too much.
Listen. I know, I know.
Uh… …get some sleep.
Love you.
Moving somewhere?
Soon as I can.
Smart.
Welcome to Widow's Bay.
There's so much to see here.
Come with me, I'll show you around.
What?
Fill out the form.
Ugly Hortence.
One, two, three, four, five.
Come the fuck on!
Not a chance.
Hello.
Hi. Uh, hi, Ruth. It's Tom.
Just checking in on Evan.
Oh, hi, Tom.
I'll go find him.
Great. Thank you.
Evan?
Evan, your daddy's on the phone.
Evan, it's your daddy.
Oh. I didn't know I left this pie on.
Oh, my gosh. Oh. Didn't do much damage.
Okay.
Eight, seven, six, five,
four, three, two, one.
Happy New Year!
Hello?
I mean, I'm s… Who-Who are you?
What are you… What are you doing here?
Uh, what are you doing here?
The innkeeper didn't tell me anyone else would be here.
Does he usually announce guests to each other?
Oh, my God.
I'm William.
I'm Tom.
You all right? You seem like you could use a drink.
- Th-There's an honor bar downstairs. - No, thank you.
I mean, thanks, but, um…
Good night.
Come with me.
Fuck!
You okay, neighbor?
The camera is for what?
Oh.
You know what? I c… I can't even get into it.
You know, I've been to Widow's Bay before.
For fuck's sake, it was nice to order a cappuccino for once.
Yes.
Tha… Thank you.
God.
Feels good to hear someone say that.
So, uh… So what brings you here this time?
Oh, I work for a structural engineering firm.
- City hired us to inspect the dock. - Right.
Yeah. For the expansion.
Yeah. Looks like you're expecting a lot more ferries out here, huh?
Uh, it's the hope.
Well, that's a lot on your shoulders.
I'm sure your constituents are excited.
Huh.
No?
They don't make it easy.
Well… …they must appreciate you some.
They voted you in as mayor.
I ran uncontested.
That's embarrassing, Tom.
All right. Testing my luck.
- Oh! No. No. - Okay. Here we go.
"Uh-oh. Daddy's younger boss yelled at him today."
- What? - What?
Now I gotta go back three spaces.
- All right. You're up. There you go. - Okay.
"Roll… Roll to see if the neighbor is home."
- Ooh. - Come on, neighbor.
Yes!
Saved by the neighbor.
One. Two. Three. Four.
Thanks, man.
- Here we go. Oh! - Ooh.
"Daddy had a bad day.
- Go back six spaces." - Oh, man. I'm in the basement.
I'm getting crushed.
Yeah, he was a local.
My mom was from the mainland.
They met when she was on a schooner tour.
Uh-huh.
But she certainly couldn't make it work with him.
So, I grew up in, uh, I grew up in Massachusetts.
But I-I spent my summers here.
I used to dread those summers.
- Really? - Yeah.
How bad was he?
I mean…
not the worst guy in the world.
Just a lot of… …walking on egg shells, you know?
Oh, I do.
Didn't talk much once I got older.
Moved back when he got sick.
Met my wife.
Rest is history.
Guy's lucky you came back at all.
Yeah.
You know, just a lot of the times he would come home after a couple of drinks,
spewing these…
just these ho-horror stories about the island.
I mean shit I was…
I was way too young to hear.
The guy never should've had a kid.
He called me soft when I was six.
I always said, you know, the only thing this island's cursed with is alcoholism.
You gotta be careful.
They'll drag you down with them if you let 'em.
Fuckin' useless ass-backwards, small brained, townie hicks.
Let 'em all rot in hell and watch 'em all fucking burn.
I may have had too much to drink.
Whew!
Listen. I know two things to be true.
One, you're a great mayor.
No, no, no. Uh-uh.
I know these things.
And two,
there's no such thing as ghosts. All right?
There's no… what was it?
"Harriet Fitzgerald"?
- Hortence. - Well, okay.
No Hortence is going to appear in your window.
You know, the killer sea captain,
the-the New Year's party…
…the "murder clown," I mean…
Maybe all those things were real at one point, but they're not anymore.
So…
All right. To bed.
I say,
you finish off their little checklist and show 'em who's in charge.
Cheers.
Well, probably best.
Okay. All right.
Have a good one.
- Night. - Night.
I'm good.
I am in the crawl space.
Hello?
William?
Will-William?
Howdy, neighbor.
Wha… Why-Why didn't you answer me?
Need some help in there?
What? No! N-No.
No, don't… don't… don't come in.
Don't… I'm coming out!
Don't come in! Don't come…
Oh, no!
I locked the door myself.
Whoever it was would've had to have had a key, Tom.
What…
He's…
Oh, uh, did you-did you see something? You…
Oh, you didn't-you didn't see anyone in the crawl space, huh?
Uh, well, does my demeanor suggest
that I just engaged with someone inside a crawl space?
Hold on.
I-I-I don't understand. Now look… …maybe I was… I was…
s-sleepwalking?
I know. Oh, my…
He said his name was William.
Willy.
The clown.
That's who you got, huh?
You saw something.
You saw something and you're still gonna let folks stay here.
- Don't you start with this shit, Wyck. - No.
- Don't you raise your voice at me. - Shit. Every cent I have
- I put into this inn! - I'm telling you this place is a trap!
It's not!
It's perfectly fine.
Then you go in the Captain's Suite.
Kurt, just…
just go into the room and show him there's nothing to be afraid of.
There. See?
Inside.
- What? - Go inside and close the door.
We're gonna… we're gonna count to ten.
One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
What the fuck? I thought we said ten seconds?
Well, that was ten.
How long do you think you were in there?
- Ten seconds. - Then why don't you go back in for 30?
Can I at least have some food first?
The fuck you need food for 30 seconds for?
Loftis, you know there's something wrong with this island.
You've seen it with your own two eyes now.
Come on, son.
You're right here with me.
Seeing what I'm seeing.
You can call it off right now.
No, I can't.
We can.
It's not right to bring anyone here, you know it.
Island's awake now.
It's dangerous.
All right.
All set?
What the hell is this?
This black mold?
Mold.
Well, that's it, you-you must have hallucinated from exposure.
No.
You think you could get affected that quickly? No.
That can be remediated in 72 hours, Tom.
And I will still seal up this suite for good measure.
Loftis.
How'd it go?
Fine.