Original subtitles

[beetles buzzing]

[thunder rumbling]

[beetles continue buzzing]

[thunder rumbling]

‐ [breathing heavily]

[water splashing, Annie panting]

[switch clicks]

[ominous ambient music]

[thunder rumbles loudly]

[breathing rapidly]

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[music heightens]

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[thunder crashes]

[insects chirping]

[ominous, grinding music]

[dirt and roots rustling]

[Annie panting]

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[grunting]

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[Annie gasps, flashlight clatters]

[flashlight clatters, water splashes]

[panting]

[wood groans]

[yelps]

[panting]

[thunder rumbling, rain dripping]

[wheezing]

[whimpers]

[tense music]

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[rocks clattering, Annie panting]

[music darkens]

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[thunder rumbles]

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[metal clanks]

[water running]

[water splashes]

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[music quickening rapidly]

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[music echoes, fades]

Wha...what on Earth?

[footsteps pounding overhead]

[wood creaks overhead]

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[wood clatters]

[panting]

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[faint pounding]

[Annie gasps, rocking horse clatters]

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[faint pounding continues]

[distant grunting]

[grunting and pounding continues]

‐ [shrieks] ANNIE: Christmas!

[sinister music]

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[thunder rumbling]

[music building]

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[ominous music]

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[waves crashing, helicopter whirring]

[tense music]

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[radio chatter]

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[music booms and fades]

[wheels rumbling]

[equipment rustling]

[eerie ambient music]

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[pages rustling]

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[engine idling]

[key clicks, engine silences]

[rain pattering]

[ominous, grinding music]

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[music booms and fades]

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No. No, no, no, no, no.

♪ ♪

[car door slams]

♪ ♪

[latch clicks]

JOY: Mom! [door slams]

Are you okay?

Oh, my God, what happened?

‐ Have you seen my necklace?

‐ What? No.

Were you in another accident?

M‐‐Mom, you're all bloody.

ANNIE: Things have changed. We can't stay here.

‐ What?

Mom, slow down a moment. What happened?

You sa‐‐you said we could stay here.

ANNIE: I know, little love, but this place...

‐ It isn't the Laughing Place. I know.

‐ No.

‐ But Mom, please. I like it here.

ANNIE: Joy, I cannot, in good conscience,

allow my daughter to stay in a place like this.

JOY: You promised!

You can't just go back on your promise like that.

‐ Joy.

You listen to me, now.

When the person who loves you most and best

in this filthy world asks you to trust them,

then you listen to that person, Joy,

because that person has fought for you

and that person knows what danger is, Joy,

in a way that you don't!

[lock clicks] And I pray that you never will!

‐ [panting softly] ‐ Joy!

Joy!

♪ ♪

ANNOUNCER ON TV: ...and the crowd is loving it.

It's the bottom of...

NADIA: I got this, Julie. ‐ Thanks, Dr. H.

NADIA: No problem.

‐ Oh, hello.

‐ Hi. [kisses]

‐ What are you doing here?

You gonna give me my poison today?

Hey. Hey, hey. What's wrong?

‐ It's Ace.

‐ What's up?

‐ He threw a Molotov cocktail through the window of our house.

ANNOUNCER ON TV: It's a hard hit!

POP: ...fuckin' kill him. NADIA: Pop!

Pop. No, wait. Listen to me.

‐ Is Abdi okay? NADIA: He's fine.

Sit down. We gotta talk about this.

‐ What's Abdi gonna do?

‐ Honestly? I don't know.

POP: Tell Abdi to fucking sit tight.

It's for me to sort out. My mess to clean up.

Tell Abdi, "Lay low. Do nothing."

[door slams]

[foreboding music]

[keys jingle, latch clicks]

♪ ♪

ABDI: [sighs]

[gun magazine clicks]

♪ ♪

[car doors slam]

♪ ♪

[pounding on door] CHRIS: Hey, dipshit.

[pounding continues]

You'd better be sick or dead. I shit you not.

Hey, asshole.

Hey, you were supposed to meet me at‐‐

[dog barking, whining]

Jesus.

[barking continues]

Bobby, come here.

Come here.

[dog whining]

[cell phone buzzing]

[buzzing continues]

Pop. POP: Chris?

CHRIS: Yeah, it's me.

POP: The fuck? What‐‐what's going on?

Where the fuck is Ace?

‐ No clue. Not here.

He didn't feed Bobby Orr. He was supposed to meet me at the Bonsaint's.

‐ Wait. That fuckwit left his phone at home?

CHRIS: Yeah. ‐ H'bout the truck?

CHRIS: It's still here.

[car door clatters] ‐ Call me if you see him.

[dog lapping water]

‐ Come here, Bobby.

[dog whines] I know, babe.

Hang on. Hang on.

Hang on. [dog barks, growls]

Hang on, Bobby. [dog barks]

Bobby. Bobby. [dog barking, growling]

JOY: You always do this, and I'm tired of it!

[barking continues] ANNIE: Joy, I told you to pack up your stuff right now!

JOY: I'm not going anywhere.

ANNIE: Get back here, little lady!

‐ [grunts]

‐ Where do you think you're going?

‐ I'm going to my friend's house.

‐ Oh, no, you're not!

‐ Sorry, Ms. Ingalls. She's...

‐ Joy! ‐ I'm not leaving!

[shouts, gasps]

[flesh squelches, Joy pants]

[church bell tolling]

PASTOR: The Army went to Somalia to help feed the hungry,

to sweep away the bad guys with the guns,

to‐‐to free the people.

But things don't always go the way we hope, do they?

For any of us. TRANSLATOR: [speaking softly in Somali]

PASTOR: And they sure didn't over there.

[translator continues softly]

So all we can do now is to extend a hand...

in both directions.

Remember Romans:

"We are all each other's brothers."

Well, no one here has been more of a brother

than Pop Merrill.

When he found out what happened in your country,

he insisted we help find you a new home here in Maine.

And today, I am happy to announce

Pop's offered spaces in his warehouse on Pine

to any refugees looking to open their own business.

Pop.

[applause]

[melancholy, tense music]

♪ ♪

[door clunks, slams]

♪ ♪

CITIZEN: [angrily] You spent most of the budget on those ugly‐ass witch scarecrows

that caused that damn car crash.

Now you want us to give more for a parade?

PINTO: To celebrate the original founders of this town.

You all elected a new council to bring Castle Rock back to life.

‐ You ran unopposed. BAR MANAGER: Pop.

[mellow, jazzy music playing over speakers]

♪ ♪

PINTO: Okay, um, this town has as much history...

‐ Ace been around? [Pinto continues indistinctly]

‐ A few days ago, maybe. PINTO: Sure, we've had our dark moments.

But who hasn't?

We can use our past to help get started on our future.

For example, do you all have any idea

what kind of Boston dollars Salem, Mass pulls in from all the witch groupies?

We had our own witches right here in Castle Rock, people.

‐ They were Satanists,

not witches.

Made a bad deal with the wrong hombre, those folks,

and they burned for it.

We've been making bad deals with the wrong fella for a long, long time.

‐ Pop, you okay?

POP: Call me if you see Ace.

[K'naan's "America" playing]

K'NAAN: [rapping in Somali]

♪ ♪

LANCE: Get the fuck out of my way.

BILLY: Hey. You seen Ace?

‐ [inaudible] BOBBY: You ain't seen him?

♪ ♪

BAR MANAGER: Here's my weekly.

And, uh, as far as Ace goes, he hasn't been around in a few days.

But if he comes this way, I'll call you, Pop.

K'NAAN: [rapping in Somali]

LANCE: Get out of my way.

BILLY: You seen Ace? ‐ No.

♪ ♪

LANCE: Where's Ace? I know you seen him.

‐ Either of you seen Ace?

K'NAAN: [rapping in Somali]

JEANNIE: You try the church, Pop?

BILLY: He's M‐I‐fucking‐A. Maybe even dead.

Do you think anyone here knows anything about that?

‐ No. Why would they?

K'NAAN: ♪ Certain things fresh and certain things mish ♪

♪ I got my own sound, I don't sound like the rest ♪

♪ And not long ago I don't spoke English ♪

♪ My point is police pull me over a lot ♪

♪ They wonder what kind of rap sheet I got ♪

[tense music]

‐ Yeah, rake?

‐ It's time to go.

♪ ♪

[cell phone chirps]

NADIA: Anne?

What happened? ‐ Dr. H, this is Joy.

‐ Hi. NADIA: Hi, Joy. I'm Nadia.

What happened here?

ANNIE: It's a reinjury.

‐ Burst stitches and shredding.

‐ And she needs a tetanus booster.

It's been a few years. ‐ Okay.

‐ It frickin' hurts.

NADIA: Go ahead and get her prepped. ‐ I will.

‐ Appreciate it, Doc.

JOY: I‐‐I don't need you in there.

‐ But I wanna come, love.

‐ Stay in the waiting room.

‐ She's 16, right?

So technically, she can ask for her privacy.

‐ No, I think‐‐ NADIA: Don't worry.

I'll take care of her.

[sinister, unhinged music]

♪ ♪

We got this.

‐ I feel weird.

NADIA: It's the anesthetic.

Have you ever had pain medicine like...

at the dentist?

‐ [sighs]

My mom cleans my teeth.

Her mom was a... what's it called?

A hygienist?

‐ Who did these stitches, Joy?

‐ My mom did them.

[foreboding music]

‐ Like, at home?

♪ ♪

[pan clinks]

So you and your mom, you've moved around a lot?

‐ Yeah. Nurses have to, or else they lose their license.

♪ ♪

‐ Did your mom tell you that?

♪ ♪

Joy?

Just so you know,

anything you tell me is completely confidential.

♪ ♪

‐ [exhales softly]

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

‐ I want a fudge sundae.

‐ [gagging] ‐ [grunting]

[dog barking]

[pounding, tense music]

ACE: [gagging] [dog barking]

ANNIE: [whimpers]

[barking continues]

♪ ♪

[music stutters, fades]

[barking fades]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

ABDI: [speaking Somali]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[keys jingle, car beeps]

ABDI: Shh. [speaks Somali]

[indistinct conversation]

ADMINISTRATOR: Here's their IOM.

[papers rustle]

Lost their mom in the war.

Managed to get here by themselves.

It's wonderful what you're doing, Mr. Merrill.

Fostering is such a gift.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

[Nadia and Abdi speak Somali]

[bag rustling]

[cup taps]

POP: It's called "vanilla milkshake."

No, no, no. Trust me. Try it.

Trust me. It's good.

Try.

[Nadia and Abdi speak Somali]

POP: Wait a second. Wait, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You just told her she's not gonna like it, didn't you?

[both laughing]

[both speaking Somali] POP: [laughing]

You got a future in business, son. [laughs]

[tense music]

Ace. Chris. Get in here.

♪ ♪

‐ Where's my fucking milkshake?

CHRIS: As soon as I find Ace,

I'm getting that piece of shit put away this time.

‐ Chris, just‐‐ ‐ I'm serious. This is insane.

‐ Pop's not gonna get straight cops involved.

His, maybe. But you know the rules.

‐ Well, fuck Pop's rules. ‐ Yeah?

‐ Are you okay?

‐ I guess.

‐ [sighs]

Did you get my message the other night?

Sorry about that.

I had a few at the Tiger and was just thinking...

‐ Um, you know, with Abdi and all this,

I don't think that it's a, uh, good idea.

‐ No, no. Right. Of course.

Let me know if Ace ends up in the ER.

Or the morgue.

[door closes]

[heavy machinery clanking, workers shouting commands]

[machinery beeping]

[tense, strange music]

♪ ♪

HASSAN: [speaking Somali]

WORKER: [speaking Somali]

‐ Go get them out.

[heavy machinery clanking]

[echoing clank]

[distant engine rumbling]

[door creaks]

HASSAN: Security!

Time to get the fuck out!

[ominous music]

I know you've been trespassing in our land!

♪ ♪

[food crackling]

♪ ♪

Surprise, mo‐‐

[terrifying music]

What the fuck?

[axe slicing, skin squelching]

[slicing continues]

[door latch clanks]

[door creaks open]

[rhythmic, continuous thudding]

[sinister music]

♪ ♪

[ignition clicks off, keys jingle]

[car door slams]

‐ Hear you were fucking with my tenants at the mall, huh?

‐ Just looking for Ace. ‐ Those are his tenants now.

POP: Half of those folks been in a shooting war‐‐a real one‐‐

and every goddamn one of those stalls

at that bazaar has got a gat under the counter.

You ready for war, tough guy?

‐ Appreciate the advice, but we don't work for you.

‐ Cut it out now,

before you fuck something that can't be un‐fucked.

BILLY: Here's something fucked, Pop:

over at Ace's mall, people say Abdi's been shit‐talking.

‐ About what?

BILLY: Retaliation for the fire.

Killing your fucking nephew.

POP: Fuckwits have no idea what you're getting into.

‐ Hey, feel better, Pop. We're all pulling for you.

[phone clicks, dials]

[line trilling]

ABDI: This is Abdi. Leave a message.

‐ Abdi, it's me.

I gotta talk to you. It's important.

[phone beeps, clicks shut]

[dog barking]

[dog barking]

[barking, panting]

[suspicious music]

♪ ♪

[phone blips]

‐ Search "nurse" and "license"...

and "job" and "term."

♪ ♪

ACE: You're dripping.

[dog barking]

♪ ♪

[phone blips]

‐ Search "Anne Ingalls."

♪ ♪

[phone blips]

Search "Anne I‐N‐G‐A‐L‐L‐S,"

end quote.

♪ ♪

ANNIE: Where's my daughter?

‐ We needed more space for the blood drive.

Dr. H moved her. ‐ Where?

♪ ♪

POP: Ms. Ingalls?

[music stops abruptly]

You know my nephew.

John? Ace?

Manages the Stargazer.

‐ Oh...no, I don't believe I've ever m‐‐

‐ Let's save some time and cut through the bullshit.

‐ [muttering quietly] Language.

‐ He went to your cabin last night.

‐ I don't know what you're insinuating‐‐

POP: I'm not insinuating. I'm telling.

My nephew's missing.

And his dog,

who has considerably better sense than him‐‐

when I let him out this afternoon,

he went right to your door.

Weird, right?

But the thing that confuses me most is...

you're paid up for another week,

yet your bags are all packed.

Hmm?

‐ [sniffles] He said he'd kill us.

[breathing raggedly]

He came to me. [sniffles]

He had done something.

♪ ♪

[glass shattering]

Something about a fire...

[glass shatters, flames whoosh]

In Salem's Lot.

[fire alarm beeping]

He said my daughter...

♪ ♪

He said she'd seen something that she shouldn't'a.

But Joy hadn't seen anything, I said.

But he did not want to take no...

[breath hitches]

He‐‐he seems like the kind of man, doesn't like to hear "no,"

especially not from a woman.

I thought he was gonna hurt us.

Or worse.

‐ It's all right. Go on.

‐ Thank goodness he didn't stay.

♪ ♪

‐ What do you mean?

‐ A car came into the parking lot, and‐‐

and your nephew saw it and he‐‐he left my cabin

and he ran off into the woods.

And then a man got out of the car

and he started following your nephew

and I'm‐‐ I'm pretty sure that...

that he had a gun.

‐ What man?

♪ ♪

‐ N‐‐no, I don't‐‐I don't want to get anybody in trouble.

You know, I‐‐I just‐‐ ‐ What man?

‐ [sighs]

I am not a racist, Mr. Merrill,

so I don't want to cast aspersions

based on, you know, skin color.

♪ ♪

‐ Was he yea big...

♪ ♪

Or yea big?

♪ ♪

‐ [exhales sharply]

[sighs, sniffles]

♪ ♪

ABDI: [speaking Somali]

[car chirps]

[sinister music]

♪ ♪

[gunshots]

[all grunting]

♪ ♪

ATTACKER: [grunts]

♪ ♪

POP: This shit makes the office smell like a skunk's asshole.

‐ What kind of asshole does your pipe smell like?

‐ George Washington's asshole. ‐ [laughs]

POP: So, the new tea lady still making trouble?

ABDI: Uh‐uh.

She decided that being a problem was too much of a problem.

‐ Mm. They're very tough people, but...

but you're good with the skinnies.

‐ I'm good with everybody, Pop.

POP: The point is, son...

it's gonna be yours.

ABDI: Hmm?

‐ The mall.

Not just collections. The title.

The whole nut.

Your people, your milk cow.

[mellow music plays on radio]

And there's something else. Listen...

you and your sister...

you're as much family to me as the boys.

And I was thinking, if it's something you want,

we should talk about adoption.

Officially, you know.

Make things easier down the line.

Of course, if‐‐if you're happy with the way things are,

you know, you're grown.

So...it's just more for the business side of things, you know.

‐ So it's just business?

‐ Always.

♪ ♪

So...

deal?

ABDI: Uh, I have to talk to Nadia,

but I guess it could be all right.

‐ [chuckling] All right. All right.

BOTH: Yeah. POP: That's good news.

[sinister music]

♪ ♪

[loud metallic banging]

[approaching footsteps]

♪ ♪

‐ You look like shit.

What the fuck do you want, Pop?

♪ ♪

‐ What happened to Ace?

Where is he?

‐ Mm.

‐ Fuckin' be coy with me‐‐ where'd you dump the body?

‐ [laughing]

‐ Something funny? ABDI: [laughing]

Yes. This big show.

Cops. Ooh.

What's all this bullshit, old man?

You're not gonna hurt me.

You're gonna let me go right now,

or I'm gonna tell Nadia the truth about you.

We both know you can't have that.

♪ ♪

[insects chirping]

♪ ♪

[keys jingling]

[car alarm wailing]

♪ ♪

[multiple car alarms wailing]

♪ ♪

[car alarm chirps, alarms stop]

♪ ♪

[beetles buzzing]

♪ ♪

‐ Who said I did that to Ace?

♪ ♪

POP: Eyewitness. ABDI: "Eyewitness"?

Bullshit.

[chair clatters]

Did they also eyewitness him firebombing my house?

POP: So you tailed him to the Stargazer,

then you finally gave him what he deserved.

♪ ♪

Tell me where you put the fucking body.

ABDI: Talk, talk, talk, talk.

You wanna torture someone, you torture them.

You wanna kill them, kill them.

I thought you already knew that from the army.

♪ ♪

If I had you tied up...

we wouldn't be talking now.

♪ ♪

‐ I believe you about that, Abdi.

♪ ♪

ABDI: You're such a fucking hypocrite, Pop.

You hope I killed him 'cause then we'll be even, fair.

Just business.

But we will never be just business,

and we will never be a family either.

♪ ♪

POP: [grunts]

[chair creaks]

♪ ♪

[helicopter whirring]

[indistinct shouting]

[guns shooting, people shouting]

[gunshot echoes]

[dog growling, barking]

♪ ♪

[door opens]

[door slams]

♪ ♪

[dog growling]

♪ ♪

[dog growling, barking]

POP: Still not a dog lover?

ABDI: Keep that fucking thing away.

‐ Bobby Orr here has got a nose for Ace.

Always did.

Let's see what he has to say.

[barking]

ABDI: [whimpers] What the fuck, Pop?

‐ Where's the fucking body? ABDI: I don't know!

‐ Where's the fucking body?

ABDI: Fuck you, old man!

‐ Where the fuck is Ace?

[intense music]

POP: Where's the body, Abdi?

[dog snarling, barking]

♪ ♪

Where the fuck is Ace?

♪ ♪

[dog yelps]

[music fades]

ABDI: [faintly] Pop!

[shell clinks]

[faint screaming in foreign language]

♪ ♪

[dog barking, snarling]

[helicopter whirring]

[dog barking]

‐ Pop!

Pop!

[dog barking]

[dog snarls]

[engine stops]

ANNIE: Everything I do,

I do because I have to protect you...

which is why we have to leave now.

I'm sorry that I said that we could stay‐‐

‐ We're running from something, aren't we?

Is it police?

Did you do something, Mom?

‐ I don't know what you're insinuating, b‐‐

‐ There's nothing about either one of us online anywhere.

It's like we don't even exist.

‐ You broke the rules, little lady!

[door latch clicks]

[car door slams]

[house door slams]

[beetles buzzing]

[beetles buzzing, squelching on glass]

[beetles buzzing, thudding]

[beetle wings rustling]

[eerie music]

[gasps softly]

♪ ♪

[music builds]

♪ ♪