PANGBORN: Warden Lacy,
he told me he had always thought the devil was just a metaphor,
but now he knew the devil was a boy.
Shit!
HENRY: There's an offer on the table.
HENRY: The prison wants to cap punitive damages
in exchange for letting you walk.
I say we employ the tried-and-true legal strategy of "Go fuck yourself."
(DROPS PHONE)
RUTH: I adopted a black son.
It's me. I'm Henry.
Yeah, course you are.
Where is he?
- PANGBORN: Who? - HENRY: My father.
They moved him to a yard up in Bangor by the airport.
REEVES: Henry Matthew Deaver.
Big mess with the state police when he was a kid.
Pulled some stunt. Ran away from home.
People thought somebody took him.
PANGBORN: No frostbite.
You've been inside somewhere?
MATTHEW: Henry?
Henry, where'd you go?
Henry, where'd you go, son?
(CREAKING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)
(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(ELECTRIC GATE WHIRRING)
("CLAP HANDS" PLAYING)
(ELECTRIC GATE WHIRRING)
Would it kill you to smile?
(ELECTRIC GATE BEEPING)
REEVES: It's downright roomy in here now that you got the place to yourself, huh?
Your lawyer friend filed some papers in district court.
(SHRUGS)
We'll see how that goes.
See, we're the biggest employer in the county.
We got a lot of friends, too.
It's really too bad you didn't take our deal.
(SCOFFS)
Mind if I sit?
You know,
we're a subsidiary of a big multinational.
Private security, combat solutions.
I spent eight months in the sandbox after they pulled Saddam out of his hole.
We were on cleanup duty,
all the old-timers that weren't ready to see Saddam go.
We had this one guy,
Republican Guard, no name, just like you.
Everybody thought he was mute.
So, what we did is,
we fed him his own teeth.
Real slow.
Clean Plate Club.
And by the time we got to his molars...
(SCOFFS)
He had a name.
List of other names, too.
He has a name.
What?
He has a name written on him, which no one knows except himself.
He's clothed with a robe dipped in blood,
and his name is called the Word of God.
Back up.
Hey, I said back the fuck up.
Hey. Hey!
(SHOUTS) Lieutenant! Lieutenant!
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(DOOR BANGS SHUT)
PANGBORN: So, you've got a hearing scheduled.
Who's the judge?
Not assigned yet.
This your only tape?
PANGBORN: Damn thing's stuck in there.
MAN: (ON RADIO) ...these liberals just don't get.
In fact, let's just call them socialists...
Better?
MAN: (ON RADIO) ...once and for all and be done with it.
And we, the taxpayers, foot the bill for a bunch of...
So, what you want to do is, skip rows A through C.
That's just chockablock stillbirths.
Keep on going down, till you see row T.
Your father is there.
Once I find it, what do I do?
I need a John Hancock from the original signatory.
Beautiful spot you picked out here.
PANGBORN: This whole thing's fucking pointless, if you ask me.
HENRY: My father deserves better than this landfill.
He should be at his church.
PANGBORN: When are they gonna deliver him?
HENRY: They've got a week.
I'll be gone in a week, right after the hearing.
(SIGHS) Your mother will miss you.
I'm taking her with me, Alan.
What?
There's a facility, not too far away, in Houston.
- "Facility"? - HENRY: A home. Elder care.
Castle Rock's her home.
She's my responsibility, not yours.
Oh, God, I'll marry her. Make it legal.
"Legal"?
She barely knows what year it is.
What, you gonna sign the marriage license for her, too?
- Fucking ungrateful. - What's that?
Ungrateful? For what?
For pulling me out of the woods?
Let me ask you something.
What were you doing out in those woods that morning, anyway?
The day you found me, what were you doing out there?
My job.
I had been missing since Christmas.
Eleven days, presumed dead.
Lucky for you I didn't see it that way.
Fuck that Gary Cooper shit, Alan.
You were out there for her. My mother.
How long has it been going on with you two, anyway?
Thirty years?
Leave it alone.
Maybe that's why you sent him up here.
Did he know? About you two?
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)
MAN: (ON TV) Help me.
Please, in the name of mercy, help me.
You're not one of them.
RUTH: There he is.
It's the missing person.
I would have called 911, but you're it.
We stopped off at my trailer after we got back.
RUTH: "We"?
Yeah. Henry and me.
RUTH: Oh, well, I'm glad you're both making the effort.
How'd you get him in the boat?
He's not exactly an outdoors man.
No, no, we weren't fishing.
(CLEARS THROAT) We drove up north to Augusta.
You remember.
Yeah, of course I do.
You know the Bonsans out on Pine?
They lit out for Georgia last month.
Had enough New England winter.
Del Bonsan never shoveled his own walk. (SCOFFS)
(SIGHS) I don't know.
Might be nice.
Go someplace warm, I mean.
Where we don't have to fight so hard.
I like fighting.
PANGBORN: I thought I'd ask Henry about Houston.
Maybe you'd like to be closer to your boy.
No. Fine right where I am, thank you.
I'd rather just fall in my traces, like the skjaldmaer.
- (CHUCKLES) Okay, "like the..." - Shield-maidens. From the sagas.
Fearsome warriors.
- I love it when you talk Viking to me. - (CHUCKLES)
HENRY: The prison offered 300,000.
Dollars? And they just let him go?
- You're not taking it? - Nah.
Take their money, you gotta take their version of the story.
And just like that, it goes from being a kidnapping
to a clerical error.
"Kidnapping"?
Nothing else to call what they did to that kid.
Yeah.
But, I mean, people thought maybe you'd been kidnapped, right?
Do you think that's why you came back?
Because it reminded you.
You okay?
You know, you'd make a good lawyer.
(SIGHS)
Sorry. It's just, you kind of went somewhere.
I've just been having these...
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY) I really don't know what to call it. These little daydreams.
It's nothing.
Well, I, er, I see things sometimes, too.
(CHUCKLES)
Well, shit. (LAUGHS) I guess there's something in the water
over on North Prospect, huh?
What do you see?
It's hard to explain. Um...
Pictures from the past,
people.
- Guilty just for daydreaming. - Um.
And what in the world do you have to feel guilty about, Molly Strand?
Yeah, there's actually...
There is something I think I should tell you.
ZALEWSKI: Hey.
- There you are. - Dennis.
How'd you know I'd be here?
I knew you weren't home, so just process of elimination.
- Hi. Sorry, I need to talk to you. - Hi.
- I'm sorry. Just give me a minute. - Hey, yeah.
Hey.
You know I used to work here in high school?
- $6.25 an hour. - Listen, Dennis,
until the hearing, you really don't want people
- seeing us together, okay? - All right. I just... Look.
- What's this? - Had to draw it from memory,
'cause the fucking cages are gonna be sank
at the bottom of the Atlantic, most likely.
Looked like that, though.
Come on, it's evidence.
Listen, listen, Lacy?
Lacy's the tip of the fucking Ice Capades here.
The other night I saw one of our LTs
blind a prisoner with delousing powder on purpose.
The place is...
You don't know what it's like hearing those doors lock behind you.
I didn't even see it until I found that fucking tank, but I'm a...
I'm a prisoner in there, too.
And the jury needs to see what's happening in there.
- Yeah, but there is no jury. - What?
It's a hearing. There's a judge, no jury.
And we need to focus on the facts of this case.
You get emotional, you're gonna seem like a disgruntled employee.
I am a fucking disgruntled employee.
You cannot be a disgruntled employee at the hearing.
One week. I'll see you there.
All right.
You know how they always say that Castle Rock has some kind of luck?
Not really luck, though, is it?
Bad shit happens here,
'cause bad people know they're safe here.
How many times can one fucking town look the other way?
PRISONER 1: What'd I do? What'd I do?
(PRISONER 1 GROANS)
PRISONER 2: That ain't right, man.
He didn't even say it, man.
Hey, bro.
(ELECTRIC GATE BEEPS)
Going up top, Gray. Cover for me.
Jesus.
Hey.
As soon as I testify, we're both getting out of this shit hole.
There's a whole world beyond these walls.
You see those cameras?
I got eyes on you.
You make a fist
out of your hand, like that.
Yeah, like that, and bump it against mine.
Yeah, that's good.
Be all right.
(DOOR CLICKS)
Smiling is cheaper than plastic surgery, you know that?
WOMAN: (OVER PA)They're just outside here. They want to bring in their delivery.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
MAN: (OVER PA) They're at the loading dock.
They want to know if they should bring it up now.
HENRY: Hey, Mom.
Oh! Alan had a good day. Three brookies.
(KISSING)
You know, he gets them for me 'cause he thinks I like trout.
RUTH: Truth is, I just like gutting them. (LAUGHS)
Did you ever hear the name "Vince Desjardins"?
Lived out on Remo Road?
Yeah. "The gardens."
- Still have a little of my French. - Hmm.
What, er, what do you remember about him?
People used to say they were Nazis, hiding out in the forest like that.
But you know how folks talk.
They used to say Esme Howard was a satanist
just because she slaughtered her own pigs.
Are they still around?
Let me think.
Well, as I recall, his wife died in childbirth.
Baby, too.
And then it was just him.
Peculiar man.
Vince has a felony conviction.
Late '80s. Record's sealed, but he got released from prison
less than a month before I disappeared.
You know what I'll do? I'll smoke them.
Give them away for the holidays.
Where did you think I was, those 11 days?
(WHISPERS) I held it all.
I held it all.
Why didn't we ever talk about it?
Damn it, Mom, look at me.
You want to talk? Okay.
Let's talk about you sending me off to...
To fucking Texas.
That's what you and Alan talked about up in Augusta, isn't it?
Well, I may be old, but I'm not stupid, Henry Deaver.
This is my home. I'll leave it in a box.
Don't you try to take me to Texas.
Don't you dare.
Well, better get this cleaned up.
(WATER FLOWING)
So, the living space is just under
3,000 square feet.
Er, plus, you could finish the basement and turn it into a mother-in-law suite.
My husband's mother's dead.
Thank God.
Well, it's certainly priced to sell.
As you can see, the backyard
er, showcases all native flora.
GORDON: Well, actually, dandelions came over on the Mayflower.
Gordon teaches history.
- Oh. - I like to say history teaches me.
He says that constantly.
Where do you teach?
Er, Des Moines.
Well, we're looking for a change of pace.
And you picked Castle County.
(WATER FLOWING)
It's nice hard water.
- Mmm-hmm. - Um...
Double-pane.
You'll appreciate that come January. (CHUCKLES)
- Is that a... - Cremains.
It was in the freezer.
He didn't kill himself in the house.
Technically, we don't have to disclose, since nobody died on the property.
I mean, a serial strangler died in my house,
and I sleep like a baby.
Look, there is a lot of history in this town.
Not all of it good.
But there's no Masshole summer tourists in Castle Rock.
The average cost of a three-bedroom
is 39% lower than the next zip-code over,
and as soon as Main Street is redeveloped,
property values are gonna shoot through the roof!
Which, by the way, was just reshingled last year.
Would they consider including the art?
That's Castle Lake, isn't it?
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
HENRY: Hello?
(LOCK RATTLED)
(THUDDING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(VEHICLE APPROACHING)
(ENGINE STOPS)
(CAR DOOR OPENS AND SHUTS)
Hello?
Shop's closed. Come back tomorrow.
You live here?
Not from the IRS, are you?
Technically, this is my place of business.
When did you buy it? If you don't mind me asking.
I inherited it from my brother.
All right, you drove all this way.
What the hell.
JOSEF: You look like a three!
What?
JOSEF: Gave Sonny Liston a high-and-tight
after the prize fight in Lewiston.
1965.
Used to be colored barbers for colored,
white for white.
But we all got follicles.
You want a Dr Pepper?
Is your name Desjardins?
Josef.
HENRY: Your brother was Vince Desjardins?
You're not here for a high-and-tight.
Your brother had a criminal record, a felony.
I assume you know that.
I tried to track down the case file, but...
Just the thumb and forefinger. Far as I know.
- What? - He took the pointer and the thumb
clean off, for a loss claim.
Paid out, let's see, $270,000 before they caught him.
Insurance fraud? That's the felony?
What's this all about, anyway?
There was an incident. 1991.
Boy went missing out at Castle Lake.
Less than a mile from here.
(SHAKEN)
It's you.
The Deaver boy.
Come with me.
- "January, 1991." - JOSEF: Yeah.
These are...
Why do you have my police file?
I hold on to things.
Called the county clerk, they said these were destroyed.
No. They wound up in Pat Kelly's basement.
She thought it was a shame, all that history lost.
Then Pat's pipes burst, papers wound up at the dump.
I saved them.
- Did he have a dog? - Who?
Your brother, when he lived here.
That wooden crate out back.
No.
Vince never lived here.
You said you inherited the house.
Oh, he owned it, technically.
JOSEF: Moved south when his sentence was commuted.
I live here. Always have.
I can see the little boy
in your face.
I never did get my bones back.
What bones?
Vince's.
Thumb and forefinger.
- You kept them? - Yeah.
They saw the bones floating in the jar,
thought, "So strange, so suspicious."
"Run the tests," I told them. "You'll see. They're Vince's."
You've heard of radiocarbon dating?
They can take the finger bone,
tell you when it got lopped off the hand
down to the minute.
Because of the bomb tests in Nevada.
Filled the atmosphere with carbon-14,
and we've been breathing it in ever since.
God's perfect clock.
Why did you save my file?
I wanted to see what they said about me, of course.
- Pounding on my door... - (BANG)
Making insinuations, taking my bones.
You know I never touched you.
MAN 1: Deaver, Matthew. Church of the Incarnation.
(THUD)
Take off your shoes.
You know your father won't abide any click-clacks in the house.
(HAMMERING)
Alan.
Went out to Remo Road today. By the lake?
PANGBORN: Yeah, I know where it is.
HENRY: Spoke with Josef Desjardins.
I thought you were here on business.
He had the case file from when I went missing
in a box under his bed.
- That's strange. - Yeah, I thought so, too.
He didn't have an alibi for the day my dad fell.
For most of the week, in fact, according to your report.
The man lived out in the middle of the damn woods.
There weren't a lot of alibis to go around out there.
You did a search of his house.
Just you. No forensic team, no dogs.
I'm sure you can see where I'm going, Alan.
No, I'm not sure I can.
Guess I'm trying to figure out why you didn't do your fucking job.
Right.
Or we could just cut the shit,
'cause I'm getting pretty goddamn tired of it.
- What the fuck are you talking about? - I know, Henry.
I've always known.
- PANGBORN: He told me. - Who?
The day before he died, right up there in that room.
My father?
He was half-dead, but still awake.
Had that fucking tube down his throat,
so he wrote it out for me on a goddamn bank slip.
All capital letters.
"Henry did it."
What?
Just the two of us in that room.
Next morning, the good Reverend is dead.
Of course I had to look like I was doing my fucking job.
Gin up a theory or two, keep the DA guessing,
make sure he didn't get the balls to charge
with everybody looking at you the way they did.
That's a lie.
Fucking unbelievable.
This is about my mother, isn't it?
- And the home. - PANGBORN: "Home."
You're gonna dump her in a parking lot for half-wits,
and you call that a home.
You're just a bitter old man.
PANGBORN: You're the one dug up Desjardins.
I'm just out here trying to keep this fucking fence from falling down.
(HAMMERING CONTINUES)
PANGBORN: He was half-dead, but still awake.
"Henry did it."
Next morning, the good Reverend is dead.
A little kid, call him a goddamn killer?
Maybe I did it.
My father.
Out at the lake.
Pangborn said that...
(SIGHS)
Back then, did I ever say anything
- about... - Whatever happened,
it wasn't your fault.
You were just a kid.
I...
I shouldn't be here.
I should have never come back to this place.
Wait.
Come on.
(LINE RINGING)
ZALEWSKI: (OVER VOICEMAIL) It's Dennis,
but you already knew that if you're calling me.
Hey, Dennis. Henry Deaver.
Listen, um...
There's been a change of plans.
...and fish oil, and an aspirin at work.
(INDISTINCT TALKING)
You know, my dad never took a pill in his whole life. He was really...
HENRY: (OVER PHONE) Hey, Dennis. Henry Deaver.
Listen... There's been a change of plans.
I can't stay in town.
Things have gotten complicated for me.
There's some family matters, and I need to leave
as soon as possible.
Best thing for everyone is we take the settlement offer
so he gets out.
And I can get back to Houston tomorrow.
I know you were ready to go to court,
and I know there are other problems in that prison before today.
We just gotta get that kid out of...
(CLICKING DOOR CODE)
(DOOR OPENS)
If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands.
(CLAPPING)
MAN: (ON TV) Open 13.
("CRYING" PLAYING)
(BEEP, BEEP)
(GUN COCKING)
Sit the fuck... (GUNSHOT)
(CHATTER OVER RADIO)
I want to testify.
(METAL CLANKING)
(BOOM)
(GUNSHOT)
(RINGING)
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