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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!

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."

I adopted a black son.

It's me. I'm Henry.

Yeah. 'Course you are.

- Where is he?
- Who?

- My father.
- They moved him

to a yard up in Bangor by the airport.

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.

No frostbite.

You been inside somewhere?

Henry?

Henry, where'd you go?

Where'd you go, son?

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Would it kill you to smile?

It's downright roomy in here

now that you got the place
to yourself, huh?

Oh, your, um, your lawyer friend

filed some papers in district court.

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.

Hmph.

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...

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!

Lieutenant!

Lieutenant!

So, you've got a hearing scheduled.

Who's the judge?

Not assigned yet.

- This your only tape?
- Damn thing's stuck in there.

These liberals

just don't get it. In fact, let's just

- Better?
- call them socialists

once and for all and be done with it.

And we, the taxpayers foot the bill...

What you want to do is,

skip rows A through C...

that's just chockablock still-births.

Keep on goin' down till you see row T.

Your father is there.

Once I find it, what do I do?

I need a John Handcock
from the original signatory.

Beautiful spot you picked out here.

This whole thing's
fuckin' pointless, if you ask me.

My father deserves
better than this landfill.

He should be at his church.

When are they gonna deliver him?

They've got a week.

I'll be gone in a week.

Right after the hearing.

Your mother'll miss you.

- I'm taking her with me, Alan.
- What?

There's a facility.
Not too far away, in Houston.

- Facility?
- A home. Elder care.

Castle Rock's her home.

She's my responsibility, not yours.

God. I'll marry her.

Make it legal.

Legal.

She barely knows what year it is.

You gonna sign the marriage license
for her too?

- Fuckin' 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, wh...
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?

Help me!

Please. In the name of mercy, help me.

You're not one of them.

There he is.

It's the missing person.

I would have called 9-1-1,
but you're it.

We stopped off at my trailer
after we got back.

- "We"?
- Yeah.

- Henry and me.
- Oh!

Well, I'm glad you're both
makin' the effort.

How'd you get him in the boat?

He's not exactly an outdoorsman.

No, we weren't fishin'.

We drove up north to Augusta.

You remember.

Yeah, '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 shovels his own walk.

I don't know.

Might be nice.

Go someplace warm, I mean.

Where we don't have to fight so hard.

I like fightin'.

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 skjaldmaen.

Okay, like the skjald...

Shield-maidens. From the sagas.

Fearsome warriors.

I love it when you talk Viking to me.

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?
- Mm-hmm.

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.

Sorry.

It's just you kinda went somewhere.

Oh, I've just been having these, uh...

I really don't know what to call it,

these little daydreams. Nothin'.

Well, I, uh,

I see things sometimes, too.

Well, shit.

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.

Hmm. 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...

Hey.

There you are.

Dennis. How'd you know I'd be here?

Well, you weren't home,
so just process of elimination.

Sorry. I...

I need to talk to you.

Sorry. I'll just be a minute.

Hey, yeah.

Hey.

Know I used to work here,
in high school?

- Six twenty-five 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 fuckin'
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

hearin' those doors lock behind you.

I didn't even see it
until I found that fuckin' tank,

but I'm a...

I'm a prisoner in there too.

And the jury needs to see
what's happening in there.

- 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 fuckin'
town look the other way?

What'd I do?!

What'd I do?!

That ain't right.

He didn't even say it, man.

Hey, bro.

Goin' up top, Gray. Cover for me.

Jesus.

Hey.

Hey.

As soon as I testify, we're both
gettin' out of this shithole.

There's a whole world
beyond these walls.

You see those cameras?

I got eyes on you.

You... M-Make a fist...

out of your hand, like that.

Yeah, like that,

and bump it against mine.

Yeah, that's good.

Be all right.

Smiling is cheaper than
plastic surgery, you know that?

They're just outside here.

They want to bring in their delivery.

They're at the loading dock.

They want to know if they
should bring it up now.

Hey, Mom.

Oh! Alan had a good day. Three brookies.

Mmm. You know,

he gets 'em for me
'cause he thinks I like trout.

Truth is, I just like gutting 'em.

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 do you remember about him?

People used to say they were Nazis,

hidin' 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?

Hmm, let me think.

As I recall, his wife
died in childbirth.

Baby too. And then it was just him.

Peculiar man.

Vince has a felony conviction.

Late eighties. 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 'em.

Give 'em away for the holidays.

Where did you think I was those 11 days?

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 fuckin' 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.

So, the living space

is just under 3,000...

square feet.

Plus, you could finish the basement

and turn it into a mother-in-law suite.

- My husband's mother's dead.
- Thank God.

It's certainly priced to sell.

As you can see, the... the backyard...

showcases all native flora.

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?
- Des Moines.

Well, we're looking
for a change of pace.

And you picked Castle County.

- It's nice hard water.
- Mm-hmm.

Um...

Double-pane. You'll appreciate
that come January.

- 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?

Hello?

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.

You look like a three!

What?

Gave, uh, 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, hmm?

You want a Dr Pepper?

Is your name Desjardins?

Josef.

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.

W-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.

It's you.

The Deaver... boy.

Come with me.

- January 1991.
- Yeah.

These are...

Why do you have my police file?

I hold onto 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.

Well, he owned it, technically.

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 'em,

"You'll see. They're Vince's."

You've heard of radio carbon-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...

making insinuations, taking my bones.

You know

I never touched you.

Deaver, Matthew.

Church of the Incarnation.

Take off your shoes!

You know your father won't abide

any click-clacks in the house.

Alan. Went out to Remo Road today.

By the lake?

Yeah, I know where it is.

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.

Man lived out in the middle
of the damn woods.

There were 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 fuckin' job.

Right.

Or we could just cut the shit,

'cause I'm gettin'
pretty goddamn tired of it.

What the fuck are you talking about?

I know, Henry. I've always known.

- 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' job.

Gin up a theory or two,
keep the D. A. guessin',

make sure he didn't get
the balls to charge

with everybody lookin' at you
the way they did.

That's a lie.

Fuckin' unbelievable.

This is about my mother, isn't it?

- And the home.
- "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.

You're the one dug up Desjardins.

I'm just out here trying to keep

this fuckin' fence from fallin' down.

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...

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.

It's Dennis, but you

already knew that if you're calling me.

Hey, Dennis.

Henry Deaver.

Listen, uh...

there's been a change of plans.

Hey, Dennis. Henry Deaver.

Listen, uh, 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,

then 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...

If you're happy and you know it,
clap your hands.

Open 13.

Sit the fuck d...

I want to testify.

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