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HENRY: You knew Dale Lacy
a long time, right?

Why'd he do it?

( tires screech )

( crash )

JACKIE: You're telling me
that my predecessor

left an entire wing
of this prison

unoccupied for 30 years?

Oh, fuck!

JACKIE:
Young man, who are you?

‐ What's your name?
‐ Henry Deaver.

DEPUTY WARDEN:
That's not Henry Deaver.

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

ZALESKI:
They found a kid in a cage.

Who is this?

DEPUTY WARDEN:
Henry Matthew Deaver.

Grew up 20 miles that way,
Castle Rock.

Big mess when he was a kid.

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

Pulled some stunt,
ran away from home,

kid comes sashaying back from
the dead like Tom Sawyer.

Claimed he couldn't
remember a thing.

Mom?

Henry, did you know
Alan Pangborn?

ALAN:
What brings you home?

JACKIE: I wish I could
help you find your client,

Mr. Deaver. I can't very well
call up a ghost.

HENRY: The thing is,
a ghost called me.

JACKIE: Right.
Your anonymous caller.

( baseball game on radio )

( sportscast continues )

RADIO:
( crowd cheering )

( panting )

Shit.

Shh....shit!

( alarm blares )

( alarm continues )

( men shouting in distance )

( shouting continues )

What the fuck are you doing?!
Are you fuckin' crazy?!

Zaleski!
Put the fucking gun down, man.

What the fuck is
the matter with you?

‐ Fuck!
‐ GUARD: You guys okay?

WALKIE‐TALKIE: All clear,
it was a false alarm.

Repeat, false alarm.
All clear.

GUARD:
What's the matter with you?

S‐Sorry.

P.A.: Clear. Staff,
return to your posts.

Repeat, all floors cleared.

Staff, return to your posts.

LACY: People think we're just
one of those dead towns

they've heard about.

A run of bad luck,
worse judgment,

broken promises.

We know different,
don't we?

( siren wailing )

It's not luck.
It's a plan.

And not God's, either.

Remember The Dog?
The Strangler?

Sure you do.

How about all the others
that didn't make headlines?

( crowd cheering )

LACY:
Nineteen sixty‐one.

It was the fall after
they found that boy's body

out by the train tracks.

( crowd goes silent )

( cheering )

I took a hard hit.

Almost didn't make it home.

Turned out, I wasn't the one
people needed to worry about.

My younger brother was.

That was my first taste

of what this town
could do to someone.

Take any house in this town.
Hell, take mine.

Every inch is stained
with someone's sin.

( water running )

( big band music playing
on radio )

I lie awake at night

thinking about all the blood
spilled under my roof alone.

( TV, indistinct )

( engine revving )

( revving )

People say, "It wasn't me.

It was this place."

And the thing is...

...they're right.

Parole board may run long.

I wouldn't wait up.

( starts car )

LACY: I used to
get down on my knees...

and ask God
to show me my purpose.

With all the guile of hell
arrayed against this town,

what can one decent man do?

"Let me stand
athwart the doorway,"

I told Him.

But God...
he doesn't take requests.

So I waited...

...for years.

...for instructions.

And then, one day...

one beautiful day...

TV:
The answer is clear.

The world can wait no longer.

LACY:
...God answered.

‐ ( Henry sighs )
‐ ( knocks on door )

‐ Yes?
‐ Um, hello.

‐ I'm an attorney for‐‐
‐ Northeast Correctional.

‐ No.
‐ Someone suing

Northeast Correctional, then?

Yes.

‐ As far as I'm concerned,

private prisons
should be outlawed.

I hope you'll take this
all the way

to the Supreme Court.

I'm with you on that.

I'm actually here
about a particular prison.

Oh.

An inmate your husband may have

taken a special interest in?

Dale believed
in rehabilitation.

Off the clock,
he called it grace.

He knew his Romans 2.

"Goodness of God leadeth thee
to repentance."

Exactly.

Well...

Martha, frankly,

I worry Northeast Correctional

doesn't have this young man's
best interests at heart,

the way your husband did.

They can't even find
the man's file.

Did your husband ever
bring any work home with him?

When he did, it stayed
in his office.

House rule.

Would you like
to take a look?

Admiring Dale's art?

He painted these?

Oh, Dale could have been
a professional.

‐ Everyone says it.
‐ ( phone rings )

I'm so sorry.
You'll excuse me.

( continues ringing )

MARTHA:
Hello?

( Martha talking, indistinct )

MARTHA:
Are you black?

Uh... ( clears throat )...

‐ I'm sorry?
‐ That was Sally from next door.

Are you black?

( chuckles )
Last I checked.

You're Henry Deaver,
aren't you?

Last I checked.

We knew your father.

We were members
of his congregation.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean
to offend you. I just want to‐‐

‐ After what you did?

And now you take advantage
of a blind woman?

There's a special place in hell.

What's in the basement?

Don't make me call
the State Police.

( church bell ringing )

MAN:
There are two new inmates

that have requested
prayer partners.

Ignacio James Jursik,
23 years of age,

aggravated robbery,
possession of narcotics

with intent to distribute.

Paul, I saw your hand first.

Bruce Lee McNamara,
57 years old,

one count indecent exposure,

six counts murder,

two counts‐‐wow‐‐
desecration of a grave.

‐ Jackie Torrance.
‐ All God's children.

You'll collect your
engraved Bible Sunday at ten.

Hello!

Have a seat.
All are welcome.

Are you new to the incarnation?

No.

Do you ever get the sense there
was something he was hiding,

something weighing
on his conscience?

Me? ( laughs ) Oh, no.

Warden Lacy wouldn't have
confided in me.

But this was his church.

Before my time.

I got the sense he preferred
to, uh, pray alone.

He'd drop Martha off
on Sundays,

drive out to the woods.

I think he considered nature
his chapel.

Died doin' what he loved.

‐ ( humorless chuckle ) Um...

last time I bumped
into your mom

she told me you represent
death row inmates?

‐ That's right.
‐ Wow.

Thank you for your time.

‐ Sorry. Uh, no, um,

I just mean I find it...
really inspiring.

We work with
some colorful characters

in our Prayer Partner program
here,

and for you to be involved
with that kind of work‐‐

after what you came from...

‐ What I came from?

‐ Your...history in this town.

It's just, well,
it's nice to see redemption

in the flesh.

Ya know?

( door buzzes, unlocks )

You didn't, like, leave here
last night, did you?

Wander out or something?

'Course you didn't. Um...

I'm‐‐ I'm‐‐ I'm screwed up,

and‐‐and I got...

You know, fathers
get this thing called

sympathetic pregnancy‐‐

mind fog, nausea,

it fucks with your sleep
and stuff, it's‐‐

All right.

( door buzzes )

( sighs )

( door buzzes, unlocks,
in distance )

( soft chatter,
music )

WOMAN: Welcome to
the Hilton Augusta.

Thank you.

Oh, God.

Let's try the $6 Coors.
‐ Yes, sir.

You mind?

Shawshank, huh?

Rough month.

Not everyone's
cut out for corrections work.

Some guys just‐‐
(snaps fingers)...

I was a lawman myself.

Could I have the check?

They're namin' a bridge
after me.

Hundred and fifty tons
of steel and concrete.

Hallelujah.

'Course back then we didn't have
the Buck Rogers shit‐‐

body cams, computers‐‐

it was just you in your cruiser
makin' a call.

I remember one night
this Towncar whips past,

bat out of hell.

I pull the guy over.

Turns out to be
your predecessor,

Warden Lacy.

Well, that night

he told me he had
finally figured out

what was wrong with Castle Rock.

He said he had always thought
the devil was just a metaphor,

but now he knew
the devil was a boy.

And old Dale said he caught him,

had locked the devil in a box.

And from here on out,

it was blue skies
and butterflies.

How long ago was this?

‐ ALAN: Don't let
that fuckin' kid out.

DEPUTY WARDEN:
The fuck do you say

to something like that?

So...is it time
to call Pruitt?

‐ And tell him what?

( sighs )

That he can add
criminal conspiracy to‐‐

I don't even know what this was.

‐ DEPUTY:
Ugh. Fucking fingernails.

A decent man.

‐ Who?
‐ Lacy.

Everyone says it.

Good man.

So he must have had
a good reason.

‐ You want me
to make it all go away?

( door buzzes, opens )

DEPUTY WARDEN: Get up.

( inmates shouting,
indistinct )

( door buzzes )

‐ ( shouting intensifies )
‐ ( banging on cell doors )

Go ahead and stop.

What the fuck's
this little prick?

Looks like you gentlemen
are double‐booked.

Austerity measures.

( door buzzes )

LACY:
Only a few others knew

those terrible things
we did for our town.

For our home.

And, well, I pray
they've long since forgotten.

‐ Morning.
‐ Oh!

There's maple syrup in here
from the Bush administration.

The good Bush.

( sighs )
This is as close as I had

to Betty Crocker.

Your birthday's still the 27th,
I assume?

‐ ( laughs )
‐ Yeah.

‐ My age, you get
a grace period.

Happy birthday, Henry.

You know...

I'm older than he was.

‐ Who?
‐ Dad.

Older than he was when?

Ever.

Is that why you're here?

I was thinkin' about
when you turned seven.

I made a big batch
of that buttercream frosting.

That was before we knew
about your lactose thing.

Never seen a cake disappear
and reappear that fast.

( chuckles )

You probably don't
remember that.

No.

( car engine revving )

MAN: Henry, quit
draggin your feet! Let's go!

( car starts )

( sighs )

( pool balls clack )

I know, I'm late. Sorry,
it was a whole thing.

Daycare wouldn't take Bryce
for medical reasons.

You know I can't leave him
with Dan, so...

‐ Is he okay?
‐ He has pinkeye. Again.

I swear, he gets it deliberately
just to spite me.

Oh! Well, you know what
I heard from Candice?

Henry Deaver is in town.

‐ So?
‐ Oh, please.

Miss Pre‐teen Voyeur 1991.

Apparently he's a lawyer.

Represents murderers.
Isn't that ironic?

‐ This is filthy.
‐ WAITER: Here you go.

I ordered for you
just to save some time.

You know, when you called
about lunch

in an actual...restaurant or...
snack bar,

I assumed that
you were doing better.

Oh, I'm doing great,
actually.

I've sold two houses
already this month.

I hope you take your
blue blockers off

when you meet with clients.

You know, the best cure
for social anxiety is sunlight.

Okay, well,
I don't have social anxiety.

Right. Your...
undiagnosed psychic affliction.

There are nerves in the brain,

they're called mirror neurons.

And they're responsible
for empathy.

‐ Are you high?
‐ What? No!

No, I'm not some junkie.

Right, so the Percocet
for my root canal

just stole itself.

I take half a pill,
once a day,

just to muffle
other people's noise.

Forget it. I called you...

because I'm going to be
on Local Color next week.

‐ The TV show.
‐ I'm going on to talk about

the revitalization
of historic downtown,

starting with the yarn mill.

So I need $40,000

from the equity
on Mom and Dad's house

for a five‐year
commercial lease.

‐ A lease on the mill?
‐ Mm‐hmm.

This town
is not Great Barrington, okay?

It's Fallujah.

So this is your big plan?

You're gonna mortgage
the only security you have

so you can freeze up
on live television

and flush your entire future
down the john.

Do you know how many people
in this county

‐ watch Local Color?
‐ Fortunately,

the house is not yours
to mortgage, okay?

Mom and Dad left
half of it to me

so that I could make sure
that you don't burn it down

and die in the gutter.

You might have to move back in
to that house someday.

I signed your name and filed
the papers this morning.

Thank you for lunch.

( indistinct voice
over P. A. )

Shut the fuck up, will ya?

What are you, a pederast?

"Judge not lest you be judged."

‐ ( whispers )
‐ What?

Don't want to touch me.

( chuckles )

( rockabilly playing
in bar )

TV:
Five minutes remaining here
in the third...

Do the Shawshank guards
still drink here?

Only drink in 37 miles.

Only burger, too.

What happened to
Nan's Luncheonette?

You want the cover story
or the real story?

Nan was running a fuck club
in the back room.

‐ What?
‐ Like a swingers party?

Since the nineties.

Nan needed money

for a titanium leg
for her nephew,

so she blackmailed
one of her regulars,

the governor's chief of staff‐‐

Governor of Maine?

Anyway, it backfired.

They burned Nan out.

No more fuck club.

No more Nan's.

No metal leg, I guess.

Sad.

What's the cover story?

She packed it in when the town
voted to unincorporate.

When was that?

Two, three years?

Castle Rock is literally

no longer on the map.

Can I ask you something?
Can I see your feet?

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

I heard you lost three toes.
Frostbite.

No.

No you didn't lose the toes,
or‐‐

I'm not going to
show you my feet.

I'll show you mine.

You know, kids used to dress up
like you for Halloween.

But then somebody
Instagrammed a photo

and it became a whole thing.

‐ The blackface.
‐ Okay, let's hear it.

What's the story?

Beloved local preacher
opens his home and his heart

to poor screw‐up orphan.

Weirdo kid gets weirder.

Ninety‐one, mega‐snowstorm,

Guinness Book shit,

you lure him out
to Castle Lake,

push him off the rocks...

bye‐bye, Pastor Deaver.

Wander out of the woods
eleven days later

and pretend you can't
remember what happened.

That the cover story,
or the real story?

You tell me.

MAN:
Zaleski, tell me more

about
that Hallmark movie

about the retard.

Oh, you mean Action Jackson?
Hair trigger on the line?

He died at home,
not at the lake.

( clears throat )

Tan jacket,
at end of the bar.

Excuse me.

( shoveling in distance )

LACY: Give a man the keys
to the dungeon...

...tell him to lock up
the monster.

Or pin a star on his chest.

Call him "Sheriff."

Maybe he succeeds a while‐‐

a year, a decade or two
if he's lucky‐‐

but evil outlasts us all.

Burying the evidence?

Diggin' it up.

Your mom's been leaving food out
for the neighborhood mutt.

We buried it New Year's Day.
"Truck."

( sighs ) She loved that bitch.

She's got it in her head

it's been nosin' through
the garbage again.

Said she'd feel better
if I checked.

Make sure it's still dead.

This morning she...seemed fine.

‐ Yeah, they call it sundowning.
Real common.

Nights are hard for your mom.

Have you told Doctor‐‐

Uh...

the‐‐the Portland guy.

We go to a clinic
in Boston now.

Next appointment's in November.

Come on by, tell 'em yourself.

You free in November?

( grunts )

HENRY:
Jesus Christ.

( camera clicks )

Don't worry about your mom,
Henry.

I'm sure you're real busy
in Texas.

Court made me my mother's
conservator three years ago.

It means they needed
my permission

before they moved
my father's grave.

It also means that I say who
comes in and out of this house.

( approaching footsteps )

Molly?

Deputy Ridgewood
needs to talk to you.

‐ About the Deaver boy.
‐ Hi, Molly.

We found Father Deaver.
He was barely alive,

at the bottom of a cliff
at Castle Lake.

Did you know that?

There's a lot of folks
out in the woods tonight

trying to find Henry,
and we could use

all the help we can get.

Did he ever say anything
about running away?

Did he, uh...

did he talk about
wanting to hurt his father?

‐ It's not his father.
‐ MOM: Mr. Deaver is half‐dead,

frozen, fighting for his life.

They need to know,

if that boy did it,
why he did it.

‐ This isn't a manhunt.

It's a search‐and‐rescue
operation.

We're just trying to find Henry.

It's nice and warm in here,

but it's a cold night outside,

and it's only getting colder.

If you know something...

where Henry might
have run off to...?

MOLLY:
I don't know anything.

Okay, then.

( Henry sighs )

( phone chiming )

( chiming stops )

ZALESKI:
I really can't talk to you.

Then you shouldn't
have called me.

That was you, right?

ZALESKI: I haven't seen him
since yesterday.

That douchebag from corporate

took him out of the infirmary
last night

and walked him down to solitary.

Jesus Christ.

This town, they‐‐they should
pave over the whole damn county.

I'll file habeas in the morning.

State's attorney.
Actually, no. Governor first,

and then the S. A.

We'll make sure you have
whistleblower protection

before they depose you.

Wh‐‐Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Depose me, like, to a judge?

Oh, no.
It's‐it's‐it's‐it's anonymous.

You're protected.

I'm barely sleeping as it is.

I almost discharged my weapon
on a C. O. yesterday.

‐ Listen‐‐
‐ I'm gonna lose my job!

I'll lose my...
fuckin' healthcare.

There's a breast pump
in the back,

my wife is giving birth
in a month.

Do you think
I would be working at a prison

if there was
a fuckin' Walmart

within 60 miles of here?

I did my part, I am done.

He asked for you.

I need proof he exists.

‐ ( scoffs )
Forget getting in there.

You are on every kind of list.

It would take an act of God
to get you in that prison.

Thank you.

PASTOR:
Watch your step.

Thank you so much.
God bless you.

God bless you.

Thank you.

Guten Morgen, Adolph.

Fuck me.

♪♪

You sure he's dead?
He was just lyin' there.

GUARD:
All right, let's go.

Watch your head.

Was it his heart?

DOCTOR:
Heart, liver, lungs.

He's riddled with
metastatic cancer.

‐ What the fuck?
Cancer?

DOCTOR: I'm amazed
he walked into that cell

on his own two legs.

LACY: "Never again let him
see the light of day."

That's what God told me.

He told me where to find him...

how his prison
should be built...

...how to put an end

to all the horrors
we've seen in this town.

HENRY: Hey!

I can be your lawyer
if you want me to be.

But you have to say it.

Henry Deaver.

‐ ( alarm wailing )
‐ ( doors slamming )

( camera clicking )

LACY:
What he didn't tell me

was how full of doubt
I would be

about what we did...

...or where I'd wind up
in the end.

I fear for this place.

I fear what's to come, Alan.

But I also know

Castle Rock still has
a defender,

even in the dead of night.

( flicking lighter )

♪♪

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