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I'll be gone in a week.

Your mother'll miss you.

- Taking her with me, Alan.
- What?

She barely knows what year it is.

Take off your shoes.
You know your father

won't abide
any click-clacks in the house.

They call it sundownin'.

Nights are hard for your mom.

Warden Lacy,

he told me the Devil was a boy,

and old Dale said he caught him.

Had locked the Devil in a box.

To put an end to all
the horrors we've seen,

that's what God told me.

How long ago was this?

Don't let that fuckin' kid out.

Is it time to call Pruitt?

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

But you have to say it.

We're both gettin' out of this shithole.

Sit the fuck...

I'm gonna read you a list of five words.

I'm gonna ask you to repeat them
in any order.

Once now, and then again
in a few minutes.

You ready?

Boat, family, church,

dog, white.

Boat, white, church...

dog...

family.

You okay?

Yeah.

I'm not supposed
to tell you this, but...

your scan looks clear. To me.

Doctor Green will walk through
your results.

So, what is it?

Do you listen to loud music
in your earbuds?

It could just be tinnitus.

- Do you hear it right now?
- Comes and goes.

Used to bother me when I was a teenager.

Where you from?

I know you're not a Texan.

New Yorker.

Maine.

That's nice.

Flat houses, snow on Christmas.

Yeah.

Not exactly.

You get back there much?

No.

I guess everyone thinks they grew up

in the worst place on earth, huh?

Five days after the massacre,

we still have so few answers.

Why did the much-liked
corrections officer

unleash on his fellow guards?

Along with the shocking...

...privatizing of the prison,

along with the suicide
of its beloved warden,

the tragedies at Shawshank
keep piling up.

In other news, the wildfires

continue to spread across
Black Mountain,

engulfing as many as 200 acres.

Firefighting teams from across
the state are pitching in,

but the residents of dozens
of houses between Castle View

and Castle Lake
have already been evacuated.

I know. I already had
a hearing scheduled.

They pushed it three weeks after...

That's what I'm trying to tell...
Look, look...

I-I left two messages with the judge.

I have a client who's stuck
in Shawshank, and I...

Hello?

Fuck!

Sorry, Father.

- Thanks for coming down.
- Yeah, sorry for the delay. Um...

I spoke to the cemetery,
they said they should

have a plot for my dad
ready by tomorrow.

That's not why I called.

It's called exploding casket syndrome.

Uh, when there's no oxygen
to dehydrate the... contents,

the casket becomes a pressure cooker.

Wouldn't think remains this old
would be susceptible, but,

maybe when they resealed
the casket for transport...

Are you all right?

Of course, with
the recent trouble at Shawshank,

there is a bit of a queue,
if you still want a service.

Let me understand this.

You found the Count of Monte Cristo
in a septic tank.

He asks for his lawyer, lawyer shows up,

you stiff-arm the guy to cover your ass,

one of our own guards
doesn't like this miscarriage

of justice, not one bit,

so he does the only logical thing

and pumps two clips into his coworkers.

And voila! Our very own Times alert.

And yeah, I'd like to take
a moment of silence,

mourn the dead, be human for a change,

I really would, but I can't

because I'm so busy
getting fucked in the ass

by your incompetence.

I don't care if you make him
vanish into thin air

like Harry fuckin' Houdini,
I don't care if you bury him

under the yard or buy him
a ticket to Mallorca...

whatever happens in there,
however it gets handled,

I knew nothing. The board knew nothing.

And if things go wrong, Theresa,

there's always room under the bus

for one more rogue employee.

Front door open.

Who the fuck's that?

New system.

So we can keep an eye on Mom.

Both doors are rigged.

Had to get creative with the cameras.

Four upstairs and four down.

As soon as I'm done
at Shawshank, I'm leaving.

Meantime, we can both keep an eye on her

with a smartphone app.

Listen, until we figure out
the long-term situation,

I need to know she's safe.

Why not just put a chip in her,

like a golden retriever?

Hello?

Wait, what?

How soon?

Three challenges will
face you, the newly paroled,

as you reenter society.

What do I do? Where will I live?

And, finally, who will I be?

The good news is, you can be
almost anyone you want to be

if you adapt to your new surroundings.

You will face questions
about your time in prison.

When you meet a potential employer,

a potential landlord,
or even a new friend,

don't be afraid to reframe
your narrative.

The person you were when you went in,

that's not the person walking out today.

You can tell your own story,

be your own hero,

choose the life you want to live.

I'm Lou Hadley, who are you?

Look at that.

Free man.

There's a burn on Black Mountain.

State uses inmates during fire season.

Why don't we...

Why don't we start from scratch?

I'm Henry.

I'm... I'm just asking your name.

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"Make thee an ark of gopherwood,

and this is the fashion
thou shalt make it of."

So I built my ark...

and when his voice came into my dreams

for six nights in a row,

he told me exactly where
he would stand at the quarry.

The reason, the stain,
the curse on our town,

dragging evil behind you
everywhere you went.

And when I brought you down here,

I was on fire with the Holy Spirit,

righteous, and so strong.

And-and you looked...

you looked so small next to my faith.

And now...

...now you still look small.

But I look old.

I am old.

After all these years,

I still don't know what you really are

or if I did the right thing.

Do you remember that crazy story

you told me your first night in here?

Face.

No face.

Face.

Face.

Pure retrograde amnesia.

No sign of impairment
to the short-term memory

or structural damage to the brain.

A purely emotional phenomenon.

Now I'm going to read you
a list of five words,

I'm going to ask you
to repeat them to me

in any order.

Ready?

Face, velvet, church,

family, red.

Face, velvet, red,

church, family.

So, uh...

how do you treat it?

There's no magic bullet.

Sometimes it's a gradual process,

other cases, you put someone
back in their own home

with their own junk and it's just like

flipping a light switch.

Best medicine's to get him home.

Restore the context,
restore the memories.

But don't push it.

These things take time.

Oh, no, no.

No, I'm just his lawyer.

I brought him here so you all
could take care of him.

Well, we're not an inpatient facility.

I could pull some strings
at Juniper Hill,

might be able to get him
a bed by Monday.

By Monday?

What's he supposed to do until Monday?

So the bathroom is back that way,

there's no shower,
just don't drink the water.

You should really
stay in here this weekend, okay?

Nobody in town knows you're out.

Let's keep it that way.

I don't think this is a good idea.

I appreciate you trying to help, but...

He needs a place to sleep,

and I've got one.

Look, we have no idea who he is.

He could be the Bangor Strangler.

First of all, you made that up.

Second, you're the one
who got him out of prison.

Yeah, because I believe in due process.

Doesn't mean I want him

bunking up with my...

friend.

Listen, I'll feel a whole lot better

once he's out of your hair.

And I'm out of this town.

I'm gonna drive him up
to the hospital tomorrow

and check on that wait-list.

Front door open.

Ruth, you shouldn't
have waited up for me.

Where in God's name have you been?

He's got a fever.
You're gonna kill him out there.

Ruthie...

Let me take you back to bed.

Everything's gonna be fine.

You're just having a bad night.

No.

Something terrible's gonna happen.

? The grocer is so big and fat ?

? He has a big moustache ?

? He looks just like a walrus ?

? Just before he takes a splash ?

? Animal crackers in my soup ?

? Monkeys and rabbits, loop the loop ?

? Gosh, oh, gee, but I have fun ?

? Swallowing animals one by one ?

? In every bowl of soup I see ?

? Lions and tigers watching me ?

? I make 'em jump right through a hoop ?

? Those animal crackers in my soup ?

? When I get hold of the big bad wolf ?

? I push him under to drown ?

? Then I bite him in a million bits ?

? And I gobble him right down ?

? When they're inside me... ?

? Happy birthday to you ?

? Happy birthday to you ?

? Happy birthday, dear Gordy ?

? Happy birthday to you ?

- Yay! Good job!
- Yay!

Nice job, buddy.

Big brother's birthday! Look. Ready?

All right. Now, do you
want an end piece or...

End piece, please.

- Ready?
- There you go, buddy.

- Open your presents?
- Yes!

- I wonder...
- Of course you do,

- because I bought it.
- Jesus, Angela,

not in front of the kids.

Mommy, don't get mad today.

- Yeah, Mommy.
- I'm sick of this.

- Gordy, open your presents!
- Mom!

Go to your room, Gordy.
Your mom and I have to talk.

No. Gordy, open your present.

- There! It's open now!
- Daddy opened it.

A baseball glove!
How fuckin' original, Mommy!

- Go to your room, Gordy.
- Don't touch me.

You're the one who has
to make today about you, huh?

- Just shut up.
- Or what, Angela?!

What are you gonna do?

I'll stuff this fuckin' cake
down your throat.

- No, Daddy!
- I'm gonna kill you some day.

Why not today? Huh? Happy birthday, son.

Say it again,
I'll cut you open right now,

- you son of a bitch.
- Why not today?

Gordy, run!

Get off me!

As the blaze continues to engulf

more and more acres of forest,

Castle County Fire Department

still can't explain how it began

or why traditional methods to
extinguish the fire aren't working.

The unusually quick spread
has many convinced

it's a harbinger of much worse to come.

And now, back to the hits you love.

Lady on the internet

said they were made by Vikings,

so I figured...

Oh! The Lewis chessmen?

Oh!

You know, the originals,

they were carved out of walrus ivory
by the wife of a priest,

Margret the Adroit.

You're still the smartest person I know.

Well, smart enough to know
what you're up to.

Come on, girl. Come on.

What else did the internet teach you?

Chess is good for the demented brain?

_

Hello?

Hello?

The rabbit goes...

into the hole.

No, the fox chases the rabbit.

Oh, please. What's the difference?

One's a carnivore,
the other's breakfast.

God, I haven't had a tie on

since the day I turned in my badge.

Mm. You're so sweet.

It's not sweet I can't tie my tie.

It's arthritis.

Oh, the speech.

You tossed and turned all night.
That's what kept you up.

There's no shame in it, Alan.

Stage fright'll jelly up anyone,

even an Adonis like you.

You'll do fine, you'll do fine.

Just picture me naked.

God, I love you.

Uh...

I, uh, just need to borrow
the car a few hours.

Oh, sure. You can take it
after Alan's ceremony.

- I wasn't planning on going.
- It's okay, he doesn't have to.

I wasn't askin'.

Now, before we get started,

please join me in a moment
of silence for our fallen heroes

at Shawshank.

I wanna testify.

Thank you.

Well...

Pangborn Bridge.

Get used to the sound of that.

Here's a man who has served this county

with honor for decades,

who saw us through some of
our most challenging times...

who never asked for anything in return,

even when he faced his own
tremendous challenges.

A man who epitomizes the very soul

of the great town of Castle Rock.

A man that needs
no introduction from me.

Alan Pangborn, everybody.

I guess I oughta thank the wildfire

for smoking you all out of your houses.

Um...

I wanted to be a magician
when I was a kid.

They always seemed to have a
lovely assistant hanging around.

But, a magician
has to tell a little story.

Something to distract you while they...

palm an ace off the deck.

I was never any good at that.

Never any good at the patter.

And...

Quiet!

If I've done any good in this town...

If I've done any good, it's because

of the gift of faith
you people have given me.

Good people.

I just hope I've left
Castle County a little better

than I found it.

Ruth?

Ruth!

Mom!

Oh, no! Somebody help!

Hey.

I'm back.

Hello?

Hey, I don't know where you are,
but I thought I should tell you,

the kid, um, wandered off.

So, call me when you get this.

Okay, so then the next-door neighbors

got gassed in their house.

Just a freak accident, supposedly.

Cracked furnace case.
They all died in their sleep

on Christmas Eve. Shit you not.

Lined up the body bags
right on the lawn.

Plus the dog and cat.

This is before I was born.

Just like everything interesting
that's ever happened here.

I mean, they say write what you know,

but this town is so blah.

I mean, people bitch
about the bad old days

when there were, like, serial killers

and psychopathic dogs,
but I would give my left tit

to go back there.

The eighties, man.

I had this uncle, though.

He was a writer, too.

And then, one winter,
he just flipped his lid

and tried to ax-murder his wife and kid

at some fancy ski resort.

And my folks will never
talk to me about it.

So I took his name
just to piss them off.

My real name's Diane.

We have breaking news.

Less than an hour ago,
a firefighting helicopter

exploded near Castle Lake,
killing the pilot

and two firefighters onboard.

- They were attempting...
- This fucking lighter.

...that originated on Black Mountain

with flame retardant when the pilot

apparently lost control of the aircraft.

This tragedy means
five people have now died

as a result of these powerful fires.

Multiple others are at County Hospital

being treated for burns, many of whom

are in critical condition.

It was all they had left in the machine.

She's usually okay in the mornings.

I bought her a ring in '91.

She said it'd be confusing to her boy.

And she didn't deserve it.

Happiness.

Eventually I quit asking
and moved south.

Live free or die.

By the time I moved back,
I figured we'd missed our shot.

I was an old fuck anyway.

Then I get a phone call.

Somebody heard gunfire up
at your mom's place.

I wasn't sheriff, but folks
still rang me up time to time.

Gunfire?

What happened?

Your mother came to the door

looking like she'd been
to hell and back,

threw her arms around me,

begged me, "Don't leave."

I thought I could keep her safe.

She's awake.

Oh.

You gotta get back to them.

The naming.

I ruined the party.

No, you didn't.

You didn't ruin anything.

It was the damn dog.

Nothing stays dead in this town.

It's like I opened the book
and all the pictures...

someone tore them out.

Rearranged them.

You know how it feels, don't you?

To forget your own story.

I don't know what happened.

We were just shooting the shit.

Where is he?

We're both getting out...

Make a fist and bump it against mine.

I didn't know where you went.

I was... I was worried about you.

I shouldn't be here.

I should still be in the hole.

No, listen to me.

Warden Lacy was just a sick old man.

Whatever he said to you,

it wasn't true.

...the stain.

You're just a kid.

- You okay?
- HENRY Yeah. Just...

I want Wendell to be able
to remember her when she's gone,

and I don't know how much longer

she'll be able to recognize him.

I guess he could take a bus up there.

I really appreciate it, Maret.

Front door open.

Henry.

Molly.

I tried calling you.

I'm sorry, my phone is...

It's a long story.

How did you get in?

There's a key under the frog.

So I found him on top
of the old shirt factory...

on, you know, I thought
he was gonna jump.

Had to give him an Oxy
just to get him in the car.

He's still in there.
He's sleeping it off.

He feels wrong.

Well, thank you
for getting him settled down.

I think maybe we just need
to get some rest, and...

Okay. Um, so I'm not
explaining it right. Um...

Everyone broadcasts
at their own frequency.

Sometimes it's deafening,
you know, like with you.

Sometimes it's so faint
I can barely hear it.

But after years of this,
I've heard it all.

With him, it's just...

it's like I was listening
to the pain of everyone

in this town all at once.

Okay.

Oh, you don't believe me.

No, no, no, I do. I do.

I just...

Look, I don't know what to say to that.

Your right ear is ringing.

So loud you can barely
hear yourself think.

You feel guilty about
the clients you couldn't save,

about those dead prison guards,

about your mom, and your father,

and your son, who barely has a father.

And you haven't eaten yet today.

I'm telling you,

there is something wrong with that kid.

Front door open.

Maybe you should stay here tonight.

Hmm?

Come on.

My dad spent a lot of time out here.

It's not the Ritz,
but it has a pull-out.

At least it used to.

Make yourself at home.

Now...

you need anything...

you just cross the yard.

You play piano.

Huh. That's somethin'.

I remember.

It'll all come back to you
before you know it.

A fuckin' bridge.

Well, I may be half
bombed, but I coulda sworn...

You're still the smartest person I know.

Hey, asshole.

Do you know who I am?

Don't look at me like that,
fucker. You know me.

You remember.

That's right. Lacy.

I pulled him over
in the middle of the night.

Wear a badge long enough
in this fuckin' county,

guy with the Devil in his Lincoln

doesn't sound half bug-shit crazy.

He asked me to trust him.

God help me, I did.

I used to dream about you.

I can't remember
my own dead wife's face,

but I never forgot yours.

Not for 27 fucking years.

Don't think I didn't wonder.

Should I let a monster drive
off with a boy in his trunk?

Now I'm an old man,

and you haven't aged one goddamn day.

Are you the Devil?

No.

Then what the fuck are you?!

I tried my best.

I tried to keep
the people of this town safe.

Where's it land you?

You wait 30 years for the woman you love

and finally you get her,

and she slips through your fingers.

And here you are,
fuckin' Rip Van Winkle.

Where's the justice in that?

I asked you a fuckin' question.

I can help her.

You have no idea
what's happening here, do you?

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