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I interview a woman from Queens. A mother.

Her son is a firefighter, and they still can't account for him.

She starts crying, and I start crying too.

And I can't stop shaking.

I don't know if I can do this anymore.

I check in with Air Traffic Control again, and it's more bad news.

Not only is the airspace still closed,

but there's a storm headed for Newfoundland.

Hurricane Erin is making landfall tomorrow or the day after.

If we don't get these planes in the air soon, no one's going anywhere.

Claude, people are starting to crack.

Let's get everyone down to the Legion.

Everyone's going to the Legion for a drink.

Hi, have you seen my boyfriend? His name's Kevin.

He's about that tall, and he's lost his mind.

I just wanna go out.

Well, I don't.

Well, I'm not going without you.

Well, I'm not…

staying for a long time.

One drink.

One drink.

Hannah, everyone's going out tonight.

You go on without me, Beulah.

I need to wait by the phone.

I'll wait with you.

I keep waiting to hear from the airline, so I'll just be here by the phone, Tom,

if the kids wanna speak with me.

Bonnie? I know you're not leaving the animals,

so I brought you some chili.

But I really think you should come home and get some sleep...

Doug! Get in here.

We are about to have the first rare bonobo chimpanzee born in Newfoundland!

Beulah! They need some food down at the Legion, if you can spare any.

Miss Beulah, please let me help with the food.

No, my love. You're a guest.

Please. I am a master chef for an international hotel chain.

I oversee restaurants around the world.

I would like to help with the food!

Get in there!

Everyone's going out to the bar. And Nick is going.

I'm going if Diane is going.

And I think, "Nobody here knows me. I can be whoever I wanna be."

I'm not worried about my wallet. I'm not worried about getting shot.

I am a little worried about how much Irish whiskey I'm drinking.

By eight o'clock, the bar is completely packed with people from around the world.

Everybody's talking about where they're staying and what they've seen,

and the bar staff keep making runs for more beer and liquor.

After an hour, people are swimming in the river out back.

And no, no one brought their swim trunks.

Couple of the local boys get up with their accordions and fiddles.

And someone brings out an ugly stick.

Yeah!

Farewell to all you pretty ladies Waving from the dock

Heave away, me jollies Heave away

And if we do return to you We'll make your cradles rock

Heave away, me jolly boys We're all bound away

Farewell, you Newfoundlander boys You're leaving us alone

Heave away, me jollies Heave away

And if you find another We've got lovers of our own

Heave away, me jolly boys We're all bound away

Then we get the karaoke going.

Near, far