Widow's Bay

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.