All language subtitles for Castle.Rock.S01E01.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

Man: (On radio) ...Law enforcement
officials across the state,

but with dangerously low temperatures
the search for 11-year-old

Henry deaver has been called off
until the spring thaw,

in what's now considered a recovery,
not a rescue.

Meteorologists say the last time
low temperatures broke minus-30...

("24 hours from Tulsa" playing)

Dearest darling, I had to write to say
that I won't be home anymore

'cause something happened to me
while I was driving home

and I'm not the same anymore

oh, I was only 24 hours from Tulsa

(Exhales)

(Thuds)

(Exhales)

(Creaking)

(Wind howling)

Pangborn: Henry?

Henry.

Henry!

Man 1: (On radio) The saying goes here
in Maine, if you don't like the weather,

just wait a minute.

(Radio static)

Woman: (On radio) ...The governor said
private prisons bring...

Man 2: (On radio) ...Right here
on wxiu rumford, castle rock.

(Opera music playing)

Don't tell me.

Breakfast in bed?

(Sighs)

I wish you'd taken that
buyout 30 years ago.

- After you, Mrs. Lacy.
- (Chuckles)

Will there be a cake?

No. It's not really a cake crowd.

Pammy's driving me to Portland.
I'm buying you shorts.

I told her, "Dale retires,
we're gonna find out

once and for all if he's got knees."

- Oh!
- Hmm.

That's easy for you to say.
You won't have to look at them.

Last day, Mr. Lacy.

(Classical music playing on radio)

(Bell dinging)

(Music stops)

(Inhales)

(Engine revs)

(Twig snapping)

(Dog barks)

(Engine revs)

(Grunts)

(Bell ringing)

(Bell ringing)

Some folks aren't built for retirement.

Same deal as my old man.

Finished his 20 in the Navy,
dead in a year.

That a fact?

Lieutenant: My point is, it wasn't
the smoothest shift change,

but we're damn glad to have you.

Bit of trivia, Shawshank's actually
lost four wardens in office.

You can still see the bullet hole
where warden Norton...

- We can skip the audio tour.
- All right.

Reeves: You know,
they never found the head.

Heard they got a deal on the funeral.
Ten percent off.

(Clicks tongue)

If this were my office,
I'd kill myself, too.

Reeves: It's yours now.

Boost enrollment by 20%,

we can get an extra 1.5 million a year.

We can always park nonviolents in the gym.

Zalewski: Actually, the gym's already
double-bunked, ma'am.

The whole prison is.

Thank you, officer.

Of course.

Except for block f.

But that's been closed
since the Christmas fire in '87.

Porter: Officer...

Zalewski, ma'am.

How many beds in block f?

Zalewski: Sixty, 70 at least.

But, I mean,
nobody goes down there anymore.

You're telling me that
my predecessor left an entire wing

of this prison unoccupied for 30 years?

Zalewski: He had a severance package
from northeast correctional

that was six figures.

That's on top of his pension.

- So?
- So, why'd he off himself?

Who am I, Sigmund Freud? I don't know.

Sometime's a rope's just a fucking rope.

(Chains rattling)

Boyd: Holy shit.

Right here, that's where
they stacked the bodies.

Fucking jailbird barbecue.

(Zalewski mumbling)

Boyd: All right, bro. That's night-nights.

- Zalewski: Really?
- (Groans) Fuck yeah.

Zalewski: Great, thanks.

Boyd: Do you want in?

Zalewski: No.

We're supposed to count the beds.

(Water dripping)

Hey.

Somebody's been here.

Hello?

(Door opens)

(Grunts)

(Sighs)

Shit.

Great.

(Sighs)

Hello?

Oh, come on.

(Breathing deeply)

Oh, fuck!

(Alarm blaring)

Guard 1: Step out. Count them.

A-172, a-369, a-462,

a-172, a-369...

Cell block a. Full block.

Full deck. Block b.

Guard 2: All accounted for.

Lieutenant: I need a name, son.

Who are you?

What's your name? Hmm?

We got no records of you.

Come on. What's your name?

How'd you get inside this prison?

Cat got your tongue?

Who put you down that hole?

You can tell me.

Nothing, huh?

All right.

(Keypad beeping)

(Prisoners catcalling)

Boyd: What did he say when you found him?

The kid? He didn't say a word.
He's like a mute.

Hey.

That's a shower. To clean. Water?

It's okay. It's okay.

What the fuck is this thing anyway?
It's like a...

It's like an old water tank?

Jesus Christ.
What do you think it does to a guy?

Boyd: What?

Being here?

Trapped. Alone.

I don't know. Saw a kid
do two weeks in the hole.

Came out thinking he was the easter bunny.

(Laughs)

Zalewski: It's funny?

Hey, there was a big coffee can
full of cigarette butts right here.

Do you see that anywhere?

Boyd: Okay.

One old perv in charge of a prison,
plus one fuck slave in an oil tank,

minus one head.

How's my math on that?

He's never been processed.
Not even a jaywalking charge.

No fingerprints in the system.

Porter:
This is a public relations disaster.

So, do we call the cops
or the board of directors?

Why don't we take a beat?

Sort out what we're dealing with here
before we make any calls.

Zalewski: Hey.

If they can't figure out who he is,
they gotta let him go, right?

Yeah. I'm sure they'll make him
the mayor of castle rock.

If he wasn't a psychopath before,

he sure as shit is now.

I'll tell you one thing.

I wouldn't want to be the new warden.

(Doorbell buzzing)

Young man, who are you?

What's your name?

Can he hear me?
Have we checked out his ears?

Are we playing some kind
of fucking charades here because...

Henry deaver.

Porter: Okay...

That's not Henry deaver.

Who the fuck is Henry deaver?

It's a long story.

Henry

Matthew

deaveh

Henry: How much doubt is reasonable?

Well, folks,

if I had to choose whether
or not to take someone's life,

and that is the choice before you today,

make no mistake,

I don't think any amount
would seem reasonable.

Now me, I had to kill someone?

I'd need it etched in gold
and signed by god himself.

We're talking about an abused woman,

linked to the death of her husband,
Richard chambers,

by purely circumstantial evidence.

We're talking about a disbarred alcoholic

who represented leanne in her first trial,

and a star witness
who is a known drug trafficker

with a sweetheart deal.

All that, I'd say, adds up to some doubt.

That was enough for a retrial. A do-over.

This sentencing phase,
it's a do-over, too.

But after today,
there will be no more do-overs.

Judge signs an order,
needle goes into a vein,

the body goes into a box
and, in six hours,

that body...

That body will be ashes.

And ashes don't get appeals
in the state of Texas.

So I ask,

how much doubt
are you folks comfortable with?

(All protesting)

Reporter: She was sentenced
to death in 1993

and is the oldest death-row inmate
in the state of Texas.

The execution is scheduled
for 6:00 this evening.

- Hey. Whoa-whoa-whoa. You can't be here.
- I'm the lawyer.

(Bell ringing)

Fifth circuit's gonna rule against us.

I'm sorry, leanne.

(Sighs)

- The governor's a long shot, but...
- Leanne: You know,

I grew up downwind from a cereal factory.

A mile from home.

Smelled like cheerios.

That was my first memory.

What's yours?

What?

Your first memory.

(Playing "24 hours from Tulsa")

I was only 24 hours from Tulsa

gene pitney.

"24 hours from Tulsa."

That's a nice song.

"24 hours from Tulsa."

My dad used to take me
to a honky-tonk place

on the south side of Dallas.

He'd get good and drunk
and take me to the alligator farm

just next door.

We'd sit there and stare at those gators

for two, three hours at a time.

Sometimes I'd get to drive
the car home at the end of the night.

What I keep wondering,
all the smells we smelled

and the songs and the pictures...

Do you lose them all?

I mean, wherever you go next,

does the tape get erased?

And if it does,

you're not really you anymore, are you?

Is that what you're afraid of?

That's what I want.

Pangborn: Look at me.

Look at me.

I'm Alan. I'm a friend of your mother's.

No frostbite.

You've been inside somewhere?

(Alarm blaring)

- What's going on?
- She's alive again.

- Hey!
- (Rapid beeping)

Hey, I'm her witness.

You don't get a fucking do-over.

Hey! Lockett v. Fallon.

I'm her fucking witness!

Reeves: Henry Matthew deaver.

Based out of Houston.

Grew up 20 miles that way.
Castle rock. Bad reputation.

Big mess with the state police
when he was a kid.

Pulled some stunt.

Ran away from home.

People thought somebody took him.

Half the state's out looking for him,
middle of winter,

and what they find is his father,

half-froze and his back's broken.

Doesn't last three days.

Kid comes sashaying back
from the dead like Tom Sawyer

to find out he's got no dad
and the town blames him.

Claimed he couldn't remember a thing.

So our anonymous friend
says exactly three words,

and we think that
he's asking for his lawyer?

I think we are not bringing
a criminal defense attorney...

Into an internal
corporate matter. Mm-hmm.

Reeves: We could take him for a drive.
Drop him over the border.

Yeah, and then he pulls a Willie horton,

and I spend the rest
of my career in accounts receivable.

Or we could find him a roomie.

Psycho who collects life sentences.
Circle of life.

(Clucking)

(G rowls)

(Cell phone ringing)

Hello?

Zalewski: (On phone) Henry Matthew deaver?

- Yeah.
- The attorney?

Yeah. Henry Matthew deaver, the attorney.

Zalewski: (On phone) Hey, lhave...

What? I can't hear you.

Zalewski: (On phone) Lhave someone
who says he's your client.

Whoever you've got isn't my client.
My clients are all dead.

Look, I shouldn't even be
calling you, but listen. Listen.

They found a kid in a cage.

No one else is gonna help him.
Shawshank state prison.

Who is this?

(Song playing on radio)

Dean: The milf. Twice in one month?

If I find out
you've been subcontracting me...

What?

You'll tell your homeroom teacher?

It's for me. I've got a condition.

Yeah, I can get you the rest on Thursday,

or postdate a check if you want.

Dean: Obamacare's been repealed.
No co-pays.

Forty gets you eight fives.

- You need kids, by the way.
- What?

To be a milf.

See you around.

Man: (On radio) ...Spoken by the power
that is our lord...

Hey, killer.

What the hell?

Man: "Two are better than one,

because they have a good return
for their labor.

If either of them falls down,
one can help the other up."

Pangborn: It was minus-40 last night.

You know how cold that is?

Freeze to death in an hour.

And you've been gone for 11 days.

So what happened out there?

I don't remember.

Son, do you know
what happened to your father?

Okay.

Henry.

Henry.

(Sniffles) Henry.

(Smoke alarm beeping)

Hello?

Mom?

(Sizzling)

Mom?

Ruth.

Ah!

My white oaks are dead.

It's a miracle they haven't
toppled over and killed someone.

Did you bring your own chainsaw?

Well, then let's check the garage.

Come on, now.

We were all immigrants once.
Except sitting bull. (Laughs)

I'm not like the others.

I adopted a black son.

Mom. Mom. It's me. I'm Henry.

I called you this morning.

Henry. Yeah, of course you are.

Okay.

I had to fly in for a work thing,
but I wanted to see you.

Marret's watching the baby?

Wendell's 15, mom.

- What happened to the nurse?
- Who?

Your medicare pays for a home health aide.

I arranged it all with Saint Jude's.

Oh! Constance. Long gone.

Henry: Gone where?

Well, I'd like to say heaven,
but I had my suspicions.

(Door closes)

Is someone in the house?

Someone's in the house?

Pangborn: Are we on fire?

There's easier ways to get a man
out of the shower.

Henry, do you know Alan pangborn?

- He's our county sheriff.
- Was.

Been a few years now, Ruth.

Alan?

What's going on?

You boys must be hungry.
How about some bacon and eggs?

Why don't you see if you can
scare up some fresh sheets

for your boy?

- If he's staying.
- Yeah.

A few days.

What brings you home?

Client.

Oh. Yeah?

You burned through
all the killers in Texas?

So what is this, Alan? You living here?

Frequent flyer.

Your mother and I enjoy
one another's companionship.

And my father's shirts,
you enjoy those, too?

- I don't think he's gonna miss it.
- Where is he?

- Who?
- My father.

I stopped by the church,
and the cemetery is gone.

Yeah, the church made
some wildcat investments,

didn't pan out, had to parcel the land.

So they just paved over the bodies?

Nah, they moved 'em to a yard
up in bangor by the airport.

My experience,
the dead are not particular.

They can't do that without our permission.

Your mother gave it.

(Henry scoffs)

Nobody thought to pick up
the phone and call me?

Did she even know
what she was signing for?

You signed for her.

I deposited the distress settlement
for her, too.

What else you been signing for her, Alan?

Oh! The sheets.

(Squeaking)

(Squeaking)

(Door buzzes)

Family?

Client.

Inmate's name?

I don't have it.

You're a lawyer, and you don't know
your client's name?

I got a call.
One of your prisoners asked for me.

I didn't get all the details.

You got a name?

Through the opening, please.

- Thank you.
- Hmm-mm.

I got a Henry deaver here.

I'll find out who called him.
What did pruitt say?

You don't get on the board
by springing problems on the board.

My job is to fix things.

We're moving to enterprise software.

But the wheels turn slowly,
even in the private sector.

I'm sorry to hear about your predecessor.

Always heard nice things about him.

My father worked here.
Visited a lot anyway,

back in the '80s.

Oh. Really? Corrections?

Ecclesiastes. Pastor.
He led Bible study from time to time.

Any idea why warden Lacy would have...

Forced buyout.

Some folks are just not cut out
for the 19th hole.

And some people guillotine themselves
with a Lincoln.

I guess everybody deals
with retirement differently.

What about

recent transfers?

If he's in here, he's in there.

I wish I could help you
find your client, Mr. Deaver.

I can't very well call up a ghost.

Thing is, a ghost called me
from inside this prison.

Your anonymous caller.
And then you flew 2,000 miles?

Had some free time.

Mr. Deaver.

The average co is a 25-year-old
who makes $9 an hour.

These guys don't think much of lawyers.

And in a state as Lily-white as Maine,

is it possible that you were
a victim of a prank?

If this was a goose chase,
I hope you'll accept my apologies.

And if you happen to find
a missing page from your book,

you'll get in touch.

I assume private prisons

still fall under
the purview of the constitution.

This isn't Texas, counselor.

Actually, it would be pretty odd
if we did have one of your clients.

Maine got rid of the death penalty
150 years ago.

- How'd you know I work capital cases?
- Sorry?

I didn't say I work capital.

Well, we don't have gallows here,
but we do have cable news.

I was sorry to hear about your client.

Zalewski: All right, that's it, everybody,
time's up.

Get in line, let's get back in.

This way.

(Sports commentary on radio)

(Cutlery clinking)

Pangborn: Whistle dry?

I'm good.

You knew Dale Lacy a long time, right?

The warden?

We weren't exactly handball buddies.

Why did he do it?

This might surprise you,
given your line of work,

but it's not always a happyjob,
carrying the keys.

I got a call from Shawshank.

They found a kid in a cage.

Call from who?

I don't know yet.

What I hear, prison's full of cells.

Not a cell. A cage.

Huh.

Huh.

(Sighs)

Henry, I'm just an old-school cop.

Corrections? That's a whole 'nother world.

Whole 'nother world,

same blue line.

You know where he did it?

Castle lake, the bluff.

Right where I found you.

Damnedest thing.

Huh.

(Sports commentary on radio)

(Panting)

How's he...

Shit.

- Shit!
- (Alarm ringing)

Pangborn: Son, it was minus-40 last night.

You know how cold that is?

Freeze to death in an hour.

And you've been gone for 11 days.

So what happened out there?

When they find you, ask for Henry deaver.

Henry Matthew deaver.

(Door closes)

(Door closes)

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