Original subtitles

- [wind whistling] - [engine running]

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-thirty...

[Gene Pitney] ♪ Dearest darlin' ♪

♪ 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 ♪

[open-door alarm buzzing]

♪♪

[thud]

[suspenseful music]

[huffing]

[sighs]

[shivers]

[creaking]

[eerie howling-like sound]

MAN: Henry?

Henry!

Henry!

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MAN ON RADIO: As the saying goes here in Maine,

if you don't like the weather, just wait a minute...

[tuning radio]

[scanning stations]

WOMAN: The governor said private prisons bring...

MAN: Right here on WXIU, Brumberg-Castle Rock...

[operatic singing]

[food sizzling]

Don't tell me... breakfast in bed?

[man grunts]

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

- After you, Mrs. Lacy. - Oh! [laughs]

- Will there be a cake? - No.

It's not really a cake... crowd.

Penny's driving me to Portland. I'm buying new shorts.

I told her, "Dale retires, we're gonna find out once and for all

- if he's got knees." - Hmm.

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

[laughing] Last day, Mr. Lacy.

[operatic duet playing]

[bell ringing]

[opera duet continues]

[opera duet continues]

[music stops]

[bird chittering]

[birds chirping]

[engine revving]

[twig snaps]

[dog panting]

[dog barking]

[tires screeching]

[engine revving]

[grunt]

♪♪

♪♪

[bell ringing]

[men chattering]

- [door clanks shut] - [bell rings]

Some folks aren't built for retirement,

same deal as my old man.

Finished his twenty in the Navy,

- dead in a year. - That a fact?

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

but we're damn glad to have you.

[door buzzes]

- [phone ringing] - Little trivia.

Shawshank's actually lost four wardens in office.

You can still see the bullet hole where Warden...

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

DEPUTY WARDEN: You know, they never found the head.

Heard they got a deal on the funeral.

Ten percent off.

- [imitates slicing noise] - [woman groans]

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

It's yours now.

Boost enrollment by 20 percent,

we can get an extra 1.5 million a year.

We can always park non-violents in the gym.

Actually, the gym's already double-bunk, 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.

- Officer...? - Zaleski, ma'am.

How many beds in block F?

Sixty, seventy, 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?

Why?

ZALESKI: He had a severance package

from Northeast Correctional that was six figures.

That's on top of his pension.

- So? - So?

- Why did he off himself? - Who am I, Sigmund Freud?

I don't know, sometimes a rope is just a fuckin' rope.

[welding torch screeches]

[clanking]

[radio plays softly]

Holy shit.

Right here,

that's where they stacked the bodies.

Fuckin' jailbird barbecue.

Yeah. Mm-hmm.

All right, bro, that's night-nights.

- Really? - Oh, fuck, yeah.

- Great. Thanks. - Do you want in?

No. We're supposed to count the beds.

Hey!

Somebody's been here.

[footsteps]

♪♪

Hello?

[clanking]

[creaking]

[metallic creaking]

[grunts]

- [thud] - Ah, shit.

Great.

[grunts]

[exhales]

Hello?

[water dripping]

Oh, fuck!

♪♪

[alarm wailing]

- [clanking, alarm wailing] - GUARD: Counting!

8172, 8369, 8462, 8172, 8369...

- Cell block A, full block. - Holbeck?

- Block B. - GUARD 2: All accounted for!

♪♪

GUARD: 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.

Nothin', huh?

All right.

[device beeping]

[suspenseful music]

♪♪

[distant PA announcement]

- [convicts yelling] - [man whistles]

MAN: What did he say when you found him?

ZALESKI: The kid? Didn't say a word.

- He's like a mute. - Hey.

[indistinct PA announcement]

It's a shower.

To-To clean? Water?

It's okay.

It's okay.

GUARD: Oh!

What the fuck is this thing anyway?

- It's like a... - [clank]

It's like an old water tank?

Jesus Christ.

What do you think it does to a guy?

What?

Bein' here... trapped, alone.

I don't know.

Saw a kid do two weeks in the hole,

came out thinkin' he was the Easter bunny.

[laughs]

It's funny?

ZALESKI: Hey, there was a big coffee can

full of cigarette butts right here.

Do you see that anywhere?

[sighs]

GUARD: 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?

DEPUTY WARDEN: He's never been processed,

not even a jaywalking charge.

No fingerprints in the system.

WARDEN: 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.

ZALESKI: 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.

[clank]

♪♪

GUARD: If he wasn't a psychopath before...

he sure as shit is now.

GUARD: I'll tell you one thing.

I wouldn't want to be the new warden.

[buzzer]

Young man, who are you?

What's your name?

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

Or are we playing some kind of fuckin' charades here,

- because... - [mouthing words]

Henry Deaver.

WARDEN: Okay.

That's not Henry Deaver.

Who the fuck's Henry Deaver?

It's a long story.

Henry...

Matthew...

Deaver.

♪♪

MAN: 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?

[scoffs]

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 was 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?

[angry shouting]

REPORTER: ...who was sentenced to death in 1993

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

The execution is scheduled for 6 o' clock this evening.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, you can't be here.

I'm the lawyer.

[protesters continue shouting]

[bell ringing]

Fifth Circuit's gonna rule against us.

I'm sorry, Leanne.

[sighs] The governor is a long shot.

- LEANNE: You know? - But...

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.

[Gene Pitney] ♪ I was only ♪

♪ 24 hours from Tulsa ♪

[car door slams]

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 smell

and the... songs and 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 ya?

Is that what you're afraid of?

That's what I want.

♪♪

MAN: Look at me.

Look at me. I'm Alan. I'm a friend of your mother's.

["24 Hours from Tulsa" playing on car radio]

No frostbite.

You been inside somewhere?

[monitor beeping]

[beeping slows]

[beeping fades]

[man, indistinct]

[alarm wails]

- What's goin' on? - She's alive again!

HENRY: What...

- Hey! - [beeping, alarm wailing]

Hey, I'm her witness.

You don't get a fucking do-over!

[shouting, indistinct]

...fuckin' witness!

- [alarm continues] - Hey!

[tires squeal]

[car departs]

MAN: 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.

WARDEN: 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. Mnh-mnh.

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

Yeah, then he pulls a Willie Horton

and I spend the rest of my career

in accounts receivable.

Or we could find him a roomie.

A psycho who collects life sentences. Circle of life.

[chicken clucking]

[chicken squawking]

[wings clank against fence]

[hissing]

- [squawking] - [alligator hissing]

[cellphone chiming]

Hello?

Yeah.

Yeah, Henry Matthew Deaver the attorney.

What? I-I can't hear you.

[man talking, indistinct]

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.

[crowing]

Who... Who is this?

♪♪

[rock music playing on car radio]

BOY: 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.

Oh, yeah, I can get you rest on Thursday or...

a postdated check if you want.

Obamacare's been repealed. No co-pays.

Forty gets you eight fives.

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

- To be a MILF. - [laughs]

See you around.

[rock music blaring]

DRIVER: Here you go.

[distant chatter]

RADIO: ...by the power that is our Lord.

[sermon continues on radio]

♪♪

[indistinct shouting]

Hey, killer.

HENRY: What the hell?

[thud]

[man speaking in distance]

MAN: ...9-12 says, "But two are better than one,

"because they have a good return on their labor.

If either of them falls down,

one can help the other up.

But pity anyone who falls..."

ALAN: It was minus-forty last night.

You know how cold that is?

Freeze to death in an hour.

And you've been gone, like, 11 days.

So what happened out there?

I don't remember.

[sighs]

Son, do you know what happened to your father?

Okay.

[slams]

♪♪

[crying]

Henry!

[fire alarm beeping]

Hello?

[TV playing]

HENRY: Mom?

- [fire alarm sounding] - [hissing]

[groans]

[alarm continues]

HENRY: Mom?

Ruth?

Oh! My, uh...

my white oaks are dead.

It's a miracle they didn't topple over

and kill 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...

a work thing.

But I wanted to see you.

Maris watching the baby?

Wendell is fifteen, Mom.

What...

W-What happened to the nurse?

- Who? - Your Medicare pays

for a home health aide.

I arranged it all with St. Jude's.

Oh! Constance. Long gone.

Gone? Where?

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

[thudding]

Is someone in the house?

Someone's in the house?

- [thudding] - [TV playing]

ALAN: Are we on fire?

You know, 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?

W-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 stayin'. - RUTH: Yeah.

Few days.

What brings you home?

- A client. - Oh, yeah?

You've burned through all the killers in Texas?

So, what is this, Alan? You livin' 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.

- Oh... - I stopped by the church,

and the cemetery is... 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?

No, they moved 'em.

To a yard up in Banner, by the airport.

My experience, the dead are not particular.

They can't do that without our permission.

- You mother gave it. - [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, Alan?

[footsteps approach]

Oh! The sheets!

♪♪

[squeaking]

- [snap] - [mice squeals]

[door buzzer]

[buzzing]

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. - Mm-hmm.

I got a Henry Deaver here.

DEPUTY WARDEN: 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, uh, father worked here.

Visited a lot, anyway, back in the eighties.

- Oh, really? Corrections? - Ecclesiastes.

Pastor. He led Bible study from time to time.

Any idea why Warden Lacey would have...

Forced buyout.

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

And some people guillotine themselves with a Lincoln.

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 two thousand miles?

Had some free time.

Mr. Deaver.

The average CO is a 25-year-old who makes nine dollars 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 the 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.

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

I was sorry to hear about your client.

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

Get in line, better get back in.

♪♪

FEMALE GUARD: This way.

♪♪

MAN ON RADIO: Three-and one to the hitter.

MAN 2 ON RADIO: He's dancin' around

out there at second base a lot.

He's got 'em really worried about him,

but I don't think he's...

[commentary continues indistinctly]

[sniffs]

♪♪

[sportscast continues]

- [glass clinks] - [liquid pours]

- [thud] - ALAN: 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 happy job,

carryin' 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.

[scoffs]

[sighs]

You know where he did it?

Castle Lake. The bluff.

Right where I found you.

Damnedest thing.

Huh.

[footsteps recede]

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[sportscast on radio]

♪♪

[sportscast continues]

♪♪

♪♪

- Shhh... it! - [alarm ringing]

♪♪

ALAN: Said it was minus-forty last night.

You know how cold that is? Freeze to death in an hour.

And you've been gone for eleven days.

So what happened out there?

♪♪

♪♪

[water sloshing]

♪♪

When they find you...

ask for Henry Deaver.

Henry Matthew Deaver.

[metallic door rolls open]

[door slams shut]

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