All language subtitles for Castle.Rock.S01E03.WEBRip.x264-TBS

( music playing )

AMITY:
Henry Deaver is in town.

‐ So?
‐ Oh, please,

Ms. Pre‐teen Voyeur 1991.

Apparently he’s a lawyer.

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

I can’t very well
call up a ghost.

‐ Got a condition.
‐ Forty gets you eight fives.

MOLLY’S SISTER:
You know, the best cure

for social anxiety? Sunlight.

Well, I don’t have
social anxiety.

Right. Your...

undiagnosed psychic affliction.

MOLLY:
There are nerves in the brain,

they’re called mirror neurons.

And they’re responsible
for empathy.

‐ Are you high?
‐ What? No.

I take half a pill
once a day

just to muffle
other people’s noise.

‐ You’re Henry Deaver, right?
‐ Excuse me?

Beloved local preacher

opens his home and his heart

to poor screw‐up orphan.

You lure him out
to Castle Lake,

push him off the rocks‐‐

bye‐bye, Pastor Deaver.

He died at home,
not at the lake.

MAN ON TV:
Six days into the search,

authorities are increasingly
doubtful

that the 11‐year‐old Deaver boy
will be found alive.

His father, Matthew Deaver,

local reverend
at Church of the Incarnation,

is recovering from his injuries
at home

and is in stable condition.

With highs still
hovering around zero...

( wind whistling )

( hinges creak )

( respirator hissing
rhythmically )

( respirator powers down )

( gasping )

( music playing )

MAN: Why?

I was saved.

My body fell to earth,

my bones were broken,

but I asked my Lord for mercy
and He saved me.

Who are you
to overrule the will

of my Lord?

Friends.

We have let a sinner
into our house.

( congregants murmuring )

Behold, I will tell you
a mystery.

Not all will sleep,
but all will be chained

in a moment,
in the twinkling of an eye,

at the last trumpet,

for the trumpet will sound
and the dead will be raised,

imperishable,
and we will all be changed!

( alarm beeping )

( chatter )

TV: Local coverage
is what we give you,

it’s what we are.

We’re on the scene
delivering the news

when it happens, as it happens.

We bring you right up close

to events,
local politics and more.

Not to mention
the fast‐changing foliage

‐ of the county...
‐ WOMAN: I can’t believe

you’re going to be
on the show tomorrow.

It’s absurd.

‐ Stay glued.
‐ What is that?

‐ It is a gazebo.
Every revitalized downtown

needs a gazebo.

‐ What’s it for?
‐ I don’t know.

Peaceful contemplation.

The only thing people
contemplate

in this town is suicide.

That’s because
there’s no job base

if you don’t want
to work in a prison.

There’s no local business hub

to encourage social and economic
cross‐pollination.

‐ Yet. That’s phase one.
‐ Wow.

You’re not gonna
say that on TV, right?

‐ What?
‐ Nothing, it’s just that

the camera guy’s
gonna slip into a coma

before you hit phase two.

So, what happens
when I get there?

I just tell ’em
I’m your intern?

Say "executive assistant."

The producer’s name
is Charlene.

She’s gonna meet you
outside the studio.

Please, just try
to avoid potholes.

Why do you care what happens
to this hellscape, anyway?

Just keep it under 40.

( starts car )

( door bell rings )

Molly Strand.

‐ Yes.
‐ It’s Henry Deaver.

North Prospect?

We were neighbors
back in dinosaur times?

Of course. Henry.

Sorry. I didn’t, um...

‐ It’s been‐‐
‐ A lot of years.

Yeah, I don’t get back much.

Why are‐‐
What are you doing here?

I have a client
over at the prison.

‐ A real mess.
‐ RUTH: Smells like Cheerios.

HENRY: Gene Pitney,
"24 Hours From Tulsa."

RUTH:
Does the tape get erased?

HENRY:
Hey, I’m her witness!

Good luck.

Sorry, that was...

Um, yeah,

I would love
to...hear more,

but I have, um,

I have an open house.

Actually,
that’s why I’m here.

I’ve been seeing your signs
all around town.

You want to sell
your mom’s place?

RUTH:
Do you know Alan Pangborn?

‐ ...she needs full‐time care.
‐ Isn’t Sheriff Pangborn‐‐

We’re making some changes.

Um...( sighs )...

‐ I can’t help you.
‐ I’m sorry?

I am‐‐ I’m just
so...overwhelmed here,

I can’t take a new client.

Also, with my parents’ house
being directly across the street

it’s probably
a conflict of interest.

So, um, I can refer you
to someone else.

N‐No. No, I’ll just‐‐

( sighs )

Did I say something wrong?

No. Of course not. You‐‐

It was really good
seeing you.

You too.

( door bell rings )

( deep breath )

YOUNG HENRY:
Fuck you, Dad.

Hey.

You wanna see my room?

It’s a lot cooler
than it used to be.

YOUNG HENRY: I go
to Catholic school now.

‐ My dad made me.
‐ I know.

What are Violent Femmes?

A band.

"Femme" is a girl.

In French.

You know, he’s...

not my real father.

Obviously.

( laughs ) Yeah.

I know what you do
in your room.

Touching your thing.

Feels like...

fireworks.

‐ I ain’t never‐‐
‐ I can’t explain it, but...

I can hear what you’re thinking
and feeling.

When you’re brushing your teeth,

and when
you’re out in the woods,

it’s like
I’m out there with you.

MAN:
Henry!

Henry, where’d you go?

Son, I want you
back in this house right now.

Henry!

P.A.: C block,
count time in 30 minutes.

( bell ringing )

ZALESKI:
You tell Valerie yet?

Fuck no, I didn’t
tell her about the money.

She’d blow it
on the mortgage.

I’m buyin’ an Xbox
and a pound of weed.

You gonna spend your bonus on
fuckin’ Fischer‐Price Jumperoo?

It’s not a bonus,
it’s a bribe.

So they don’t talk.

About what?

Hey.

Hey! Mickey boy!

‐ Sit the fuck down!
‐ Hey.

You better sit down.

Hey! Sit down!

Sit down.

Look, he’s scheduled a hearing,
he’s gonna get you out,

but you gotta help yourself.

Come on, sit down.

ZALESKI: Dude doesn’t eat,
except for Wonder Bread.

Barely sleeps.

Just kinda walks
in these little circles.

Guys watch him on CCTV now.
Nick at Nite.

Some of the COs
call him Nick now.

Like Nick Cage, ’cause
we found him in a cage‐‐

‐ HENRY: I get it.
‐ Yeah.

Look, I can pull
the security footage.

All right? That would
look real good on CNN.

Let’s hold off on that.

Listen, you gotta
earn his trust.

Get him to tell you
how he got there.

I know how he got there.

Shoulda seen him eye‐fucking
Warden Lacy’s picture.

Nah. I need more.

You gotta tell him,
all right?

Onus probandi, right?

Burden of proof.

Oh, just Wikipedia.

Funny, man, you work
in law enforcement,

nobody knows shit
about the law.

Hey, how long does it take
to become a lawyer, anyway?

I was thinkin’...
I don’t know,

maybe when all this is done,
I go back to school.

You can write me, like,
a recommendation or somethin’.

( both chuckle )

Uh...yeah. Sure thing.

What the fuck?

Ohh. Really?

I’m tellin’ you,
this town ain’t for shit.

My mom’s boyfriend’s house
got broken into last month.

He came home and two Oxy fiends
were carrying his microwave

out the back door.
It’s probably the same assholes.

‐ Aw. Yeah, maybe.
‐ What’d they take?

I...I don’t know,

I‐I don’t think
anything’s missing.

Huh.

Squatters?
But you didn’t see anybody.

Nope.

Yeah, there’s property damage...

MAN:
Please hold, ma’am.

JACKIE: You know,
if you hired me full‐time,

I could clean up
this whole place for you.

‐ Cool murder basement.
‐ Mm‐hmm.

Is that...what I think it is?

Oh, shit!

You lived down the street
from him,

so you had like
a front row seat.

Did he do it?
Did he whack his father?

I have such
a crazy day tomorrow.

Um, you know,
I didn’t sleep last night,

and I think right now
I need to focus

on my Local Color presentation.

Thanks for asking, Corey.

Phase one in any
community revitalization...

‐ Phase one...
‐ You gotta know the community.

You’ve gotta know
the community.

Thanks for asking, Corey.

‐ I was born in Maine...
‐ I was born in Maine...

Thanks for asking, Corey.
I was born in Maine...

I am a proud,
fifth‐generation Maineiac.

When I say Castle Rock
has excellent boats‐‐

Don’t say "boats."

( disembodied voice speaking,
indistinct )

OK. Pull it together.
Pull it together.

( voices continue )

( electrical crackle )

( respirator powers down )

( exhales )

Shit.

Damnit!

( car door opens )

Well, well,
if it isn’t Old Miss Layaway.

You followin’ me now?

I asked around at the school,
and they said to try here.

Said I was your
college counselor.

And how are my chances?

‐ I’ve got money.
‐ Well, looks like we’ve got

a real free market tragedy here.

Demand, but no supply.

‐ What?
‐ My, uh, Gran...

brings the pills down
from Skowhegan,

and her gout took a bad turn,
they have her on bed rest.

So check back next week
or whatever.

I’m having
a really bad fucking day.

This guy I used to know
came back to town,

and it’s really fucking me up.
And...

I’m gonna be on TV
in the morning.

I need my pills.

How many Minions you kill
to make that jacket?

Six.

Listen, if you really
need a fix that bad,

you could always try your luck
at the motor court.

‐ Huh?
‐ Timberland Motor Court.

Ask for Derek.

YOUNG MOLLY:
I can’t explain it.

I can hear what
you’re thinking and feeling.

YOUNG HENRY: You know,
he’s not my real father.

YOUNG MOLLY:
Obviously.

PASTOR: The trumpet will sound
and the dead will be raised,

imperishable.

( groans )

( distant car starts )

( engine idling )

( car doors shut )

PASTOR DEAVER:
Do you hear it?

Do you hear it now?

Henry!

( panting )

( tires squeal )

Hello?

( sighs )

Hi.

‐ Are you OK?
‐ Yes.

Where’s Derek?

OK.

MAN: Bring her up here, Bailiff.
Immediately.

WOMAN:
We don’t have to help?

MAN: You have to follow
the court’s rules.

That means I am to escort you.

Sit still, witness.

You have to be sworn in first.

BOY: Do you swear
to tell the truth,

the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth?

‐ GIRL: Yes.
‐ MAN: Tell the court‐‐

what did you see?

GIRL: Her sneaker was
full of blood.

MAN:
What was the cause of death?

GIRL: Holes punched
in her stomach.

Her head was bashed

against a rock quarry stone.

And in your professional
opinion, Coroner,

how would you categorize
this murder?

Was it a crime of passion?

The wounds on the body
were deep and red,

so we believe the murderer
was someone she knew.

Could it have been someone
in her family?

Maybe.

We can test the blood for that.

Or maybe it was her best friend.

MOLLY: I’m‐‐
I’m looking for someone.

Go on with your testimony.

I don’t care about your‐‐
your game, OK?

‐ Sit down.
‐ Just tell Derek I’m here.

If you want
what you came for,

then sit down!

I won’t tolerate
any further interruptions.

I will have order
in this court.

‐ The court appreciates...
‐ MOLLY: Where are your parents?

They’re out drunk.

Our moms are out drunk,

but our daddies
are at Shawshank.

‐ All of them?
‐ JUDGE: You understand

that you are on trial
for murder?

Yes, Your Honor.

You understand that
these charges

carry the penalty of death?

‐ Wasn’t me.
‐ Say "Not guilty"

if it wasn’t you.

I’m...not guilty,
Your Honor.

But the person who murdered
is in this courtroom.

‐ JUDGE: Point to him.
‐ What is this?

MOLLY: OK, I don’t know
what this is,

but somebody take me
to Derek right now.

Appeal denied!
What does the jury say?

ALL: Guilty! Guilty!

Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!

‐ Guilty! Guilty!
‐ Order!

‐ Guilty!
‐ Order! ( pounds gavel )

You are remanded
to the death house.

‐ Let go of me.
‐ I’m Derek.

The kids don’t know
about the Oxy,

just pretend you’re still
playing the game.

Sixty for three pills.

And I want to see your tits.

Fuck you. I’ll give you
100 for ten.

OK?

‐ ( siren approaching )
‐ Fuck!

‐ ( siren continues )
‐ DEREK: Fucking cops.

( siren continues )

MAN: Duffle bag containing
one collapsible walkin’ stick,

one Bible, two rubber
kitchen gloves...

‐ couple of Moon Pie wrappers.
‐ Moon Pies?

Little going‐away present
for himself.

That’s everything that was
in the warden’s car?

‐ No note?
‐ And about 30 gallons of water.

Couple of trout.

‐ Where’d you send the DNA?
‐ DNA?

‐ You didn’t take samples?
‐ For a suicide?

Listen, you gotta test
the rubber gloves.

Everything that was
in the vehicle.

Little cop wisdom for ya:

Suicides solve themselves.

I appreciate that, I do,

but I’m actually looking
for my client’s DNA?

The one Lacy kept
in a bear cage?

If you say so.

Well, fine.

Court order it is.

Practically everybody
in this county’s got family

workin’ at that prison.

I’m sure Janice
at the courthouse

will make it her top priority.

Hey, Carl.

The real estate queen
is demanding her own cell.

They’re havin’
a cat fight down there.

Fuck her.

( police radio chatter )

( shuts and locks door )

HENRY: Sounds like
you had quite a night.

Wanna tell me what happened?

MOLLY:
Not really.

Booking officer said
you’ll pay a fine.

I’m not sure what
impound charges are in 2018.

Then there’s my fee.

I’m only 700,
but you can probably

talk me down to
a Grand Slam breakfast.

OK.

We can’t do this.

‐ What?
‐ I am more than happy

to compensate you
for your time.

Thank you. I‐‐

Maybe you have
some kind of payment plan‐‐

I’m sorry,
did I miss something?

I have a medical condition.

OK.

I feel things.

‐ People do that.
‐ No.

I feel things that
other people are feeling.

And some people
are louder than others.

OK, you know...

when you get a song
stuck in your head,

and you can’t think about
anything else‐‐

what you were doing
five minutes ago,

what you wanted for dinner‐‐

all you can think about
is the fucking Bee Gees,

or whatever.

When we were kids,

you were that song for me.

And I’m not saying
you’re a bad song.

You’re obviously
a very handsome song,

and charming and smart

and you dress better than the
rest of the songs in this town,

‐ but‐‐
‐ Yesterday you barely

‐ remembered my name.
‐ That was a lie.

I was lying.

Things happen...
when we’re together,

‐ When we’re‐‐
‐ and it can be overwhelming.

And sometimes
I can lose track of myself,

and I cannot afford
to do that again.

I had a very
important day today.

I signed a five‐year lease
on the mill downtown.

I had a whole plan, whole plan,
and I was supposed to go

on Local Color this morning
to talk about it.

‐ The TV show?
‐ Yes.

You know, and then I spend
five minutes with you,

and the next thing you know,

I’m a jail cell
with some prostitute

who can unhinge her jaw
like a python‐‐

What time were you
supposed to be on TV?

Like ten, but I was supposed
to be there at nine for the‐‐

‐ ( Henry whistles )
‐ for the‐‐

HENRY: Hey. Right here.
We gotta get a cab.

‐ Local Color?
‐ Yeah, over there.

HENRY:
Yeah, I can hold.

Hey, David, thanks for
returning my call.

You are not gonna believe
what’s going on up here.

We’re two degrees
from the state of nature.

Kept him in a cage!

Yeah, yeah,
like a circus type.

No charge, no trial,
no arrest.

And habeas isn't proof.
He said "This, don't pretend
if it doesn't exist."

No, no, I wouldn’t
put it past them.

That’s why I’m calling you.

It’s L‐A‐C‐Y.

( overlapping
disembodied voices )

‐ MAN: Five minutes to air!
‐ ( voices continue )

HENRY: ...history
of irregular activities...

PROGRAM HOST: An old adage goes,
"If you want something done,

ask a busy person."

No one these days is busier

than real estate agent
Molly Strand.

I believe
she’s the go‐getting gal

Castle County needs
in its revitalization...

HENRY: We’re two degrees
from the state of nature.

Kept him in a cage!

( no audio )

( no audio )

HOST: She understands the
importance of collaboration...

...new vision, embraces tech,
job opportunities,

and, oh, those
ethnic fusion restaurants.

Mm‐mm! Molly, why don’t you
go ahead and tell us

what we’re looking at?

Sorry, I, um...

HOST: Well, the town’s future’s
so bright

she has to wear shades.

Can I get a cup of coffee,
please?

HOST: You’ve made
a beautiful diorama

depicting the hamlet

known as Castle Rock,

although it’s grown
a pedestrian mall.

‐ Uh‐oh.
‐ MOLLY: Obviously,

the economy’s
not what it used to be,

but our downtown core
still has great bones.

Some folks might question
whether Castle Rock

requires such
a radical transformation.

Now, what would you say
to neighbors who,

well, like things
the way they are?

( overlapping voices )

HOST:
Molly?

I’d tell them
to wake the fuck up.

‐ Ho!
‐ There’s a young man

right now in a cell
at Shawshank State Prison

whose constitutional
due process was never respected,

who was locked
in a tiger cage,

no trial, no arrest,

and this is just the latest

in a pattern of abuses

by our local authorities

that stretches back decades.

So, yes, I think Castle Rock
is ready for a little change.

‐ Uh...
‐ MAN: Cut to commercial.

WOMAN:
And we’re clear.

HENRY: Truth is,
this guy could actually

have a record, so

ordinarily I wouldn’t
have gone to the press.

Risky, but...

I guess we’ll off‐road.

Listen, I don’t know how you
know all that about my client,

but I appreciate
you trying to help.

I know.

HENRY:
Well, it was good to see you.

MOLLY:
You too.

( phone chiming )

‐ ( walkie‐talkie chatter )
‐ ( door buzzes )

( door unlocks )

( door buzzes )

( door buzzes )

Mr. Deaver.

Do you remember
that old toothpaste commercial

"You never get a second chance
to make a first impression"?

I think we got off
on the wrong foot.

I’ll be honest, I was surprised
to get your call.

Didn’t think anyone watched
cable access anymore.

The press might not be
so good for your client.

I’m sure you know.

Finally acknowledging
my client exists, then.

It’s the maximum settlement
under state law. 300,000.

For wrongful conviction,
which this isn’t.

This is kidnapping.

Also, "Plaintiff
shall hold harmless

prime contractor, all directors,
officers and employees."

This isn’t a settlement.
It’s an indemnification.

The actions
of one rogue ex‐employee

don’t reflect the values
of Northeast Correctional

or its shareholders.

Throwing the old warden
under the bus.

Where you
throw dead perverts.

This is a turnkey solution.

He signs the NDA,
he walks away with more

than he’ll make
in his lifetime.

We both know that
the longer he stays in here,

the longer we have to prove
that he’s not just some victim.

In my experience,

there aren’t a lot of victims
on the inside,

no matter how they got here.

‐ Hmm. Dandruff.
‐ What?

The commercial.
It was dandruff shampoo.

Let’s see what he says.

( door buzzes, opens )

( footsteps approach )

You’re Deaver?

HENRY:
Are you OK?

Physically?

Has anyone threatened you?

Hey. I want you to listen.

I’m your lawyer now,

and your lawyer is telling you

that we have
a brand‐new strategy.

From this moment, you want
to keep saying my name, great,

just don’t tell anyone yours.

If you’ve got no name,
you’ve got no charge,

no crime, no story.

As crazy as that may seem,

that’s the best thing
you have going for you.

So I won’t ask,
and you don’t tell.

You understand?

Has it begun?

Our new game plan starts now.
OK?

OK?

OK.

Good.

There’s an offer
on the table.

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."

Sounds better in Latin.

In about a week,
a circuit court judge

is gonna hear
our habeas request.

There’ll be about half an hour
of witness testimony,

and then you’re gonna walk out
of that courthouse a free man.

They day after,
we file for civil damages,

and when that’s over,

you’re gonna own
the whole damn county.

Turn this place
into your boat garage.

Boats?

( chuckles )
That’s right.

How many years old are you?

Thirty‐nine.

Do you hear it now?

( door buzzes, opens )

GUARD: Time’s up.
Let’s go.

Come on.

( locks door )

Hello?

Oh, God, what a disaster.

( sighs )

Hello?

( glass crunches )

( gasping ) No! No!

Stay away!
Stay away! Fuck!

Behold, I will tell you
a mystery.

( screaming )
No!

( panting )

( music playing )

Bad robot!