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WOMAN: Gordon teaches history.

‐ MOLLY: Where do you teach? ‐ GORDON: Des Moines.

We're looking for a change of pace.

MOLLY: There is a lot of history in this town‐‐

not all of it good.

‐ ( knocking on door ) ‐ MARTHA: We knew your father.

You're Henry Deaver, aren't you?

What's in the basement?

Don't make me call the state police.

MATTHEW ON VIDEO: You're lagging. Let's go.

Which way do you think it is, son?

WILLIE: Your father called it...

...The Voice of God.

WILLIE: Inside this chamber is total silence‐‐

perhaps the only total silence on Earth.

HENRY: Hey!

MOLLY: Something terrible is going to happen.

ALAN: You haven't aged one day,

not for 27 years.

LACY: The reason, the stain...

The curse on our town.

TV ANNOUNCER: Suspected arson

at Juniper Hills Hospital.

Police have released a photo, but not a name.

LACY: Dragging evil behind you everywhere you went.

( crying out )

LACY: And after all these years...

( pistol firing )

( Ruth gasping )

LACY ...I still don't know what you really are.

( church bells ringing )

The fundamental problem

is that repression has become a dirty word,

when it is, in fact, a crucial Darwinian tool.

The human mind is expressly designed

to forget much of its past suffering,

as the body is designed to heal its wounds.

Yes, but don't the evolutionary psychologists

want to have their heuristic cake and eat it, too?

Surely you're not suggesting that we ignore

the lessons of history?

Huxley and Rogers have empirically demonstrated

that fetishizing cultural memories

is both dangerous and foolhardy.

( scoffs ) Well...

then perhaps I'm a fool‐‐

‐ ( chuckling ) ‐ but a fool with tenure.

But...

you know what I just can't forget?

That you fucked my wife.

( roaring )

( roar echoes )

Wow.

It's certainly beautiful country.

MOLLY: 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 re‐shingled last year.

Would they consider including the art?

‐ WIFE: More. ‐ MOVER: All right.

More, more, more, more, more.

‐ Down here? ‐ There.

All right, got it.

WIFE: Widow said he made hundreds of paintings.

Wonder where the rest of them are?

WIFE: I found the key to the basement!

WIFE: Gordon?

You comin' up?

Yeah, five minutes.

I thought we could, um...

give it a shot?

Can't we just say it never happened?

( grunts )

I'm trying.

( telephone ringing )

Castle Rock Historic B&B. Can I help you?

Absolutely.

OK, great. Bye‐bye.

Gordon.

We got a booking.

( chuckles )

GORDON: The murder capital of 1991. Can you believe that?

Gordon has always been interested in the macabre.

He did his Ph. D. work on the BTK Killer.

Well, uh... sociological analysis.

Nothing too juicy, I'm afraid.

We believe this to be the first fully immersive

lodging experience of historical integrity

for the true crime aficionado.

A chance to stay in a house

where actual murders have been recreated

in exquisite detail.

WIFE: And as we acquire more properties around town,

we think Castle Rock could be a unique destination.

Yup. For young people who, um, will like this.

( humorless chuckle )

How long have you been married?

‐ Uh, 13 years. ‐ ( mumbles )

So, uh, the tour tomorrow, we could‐‐

Oh, that's OK, we'll probably be getting out of here early.

Uh, we just needed a sleepy little town, so...

I see. Yeah.

( sighs )

Thank you.

WOMAN: Mmm.

‐ ( passionate moaning ) ‐ ( rhythmic thudding )

( wife snoring quietly )

( moaning, thudding continues )

( moaning intensifies )

( thudding speeds up )

( woman shrieking )

Gordon?

Gordon?

( gasps )

( theme music playing )

( eerie cacophony, whooshing )

( gasps )

( whooshing )

( cacophony )

‐ ( cracking ) ‐ ( Henry gasping )

Aah!

( door slams )

( hinges creak )

‐ MOLLY: Henry! ‐ ( screams )

‐ ( Henry screaming ) ‐ MOLLY: It's Molly.

Henry. It's me, OK?

Come on.

HENRY: Who were those men?

MOLLY: I don't know...

( sighs )

They really just locked you in there and left?

Weren't you in there with me?

Is that how you found me?

Kind of. It‐‐

I don't know.

It was confusing.

I know it was only a few hours,

but it felt like...years.

Thought I knew how the world worked.

What was real and what's not.

( sighs )

I sound crazy.

People have been calling me crazy my whole life.

You get used to it.

HENRY: I'm sorry.

You're not crazy.

( car door shuts )

( starts car )

( alarm beeps ) Front door open.

Wendell?

( knocks on door )

Mom?

( water running )

Wendell?

( water running )

( water shuts off )

What are you doing here?

Where's my son?

He's not here.

Where is he?

( footsteps )

( alarm beeps ) Front door open.

Wendell.

‐ You all right? ‐ Yeah.

He's still here?

Go upstairs. Lock the door.

‐ Don't come out till I say so. ‐ What do you mean, "go upstairs"?

‐ What's wrong? ‐ Go upstairs.

‐ Dad‐‐ ‐ Lock the door. Now.

‐ Is Grandma OK? ‐ Go.

( alarm beeps ) Back door open.

HENRY: Where are you going?

You shouldn't be here.

( inhales )

What did you do?

She was afraid.

Confused.

She killed him.

‐ ( sighs ) ‐ I cleaned up.

If we take the body into the woods‐‐

What are you talking about?

We have to protect her.

( mutters )

‐ ( eerie sound ) ‐ Do you hear it?

You do?

Finally.

We have to go. We have to go to the woods.

Who are you?

Why did you ask for me?

I waited for you.

‐ I waited for 27 years. ‐ ( siren wails briefly )

MAN OVER LOUDSPEAKER: Maine State Police.

Come out if you're in there.

I rescued you from that basement and I didn't ask for any of this.

Come out now! This is your last warning.

RADIO: Copy that, dispatch.

Hands up.

( sawing )

( sawing continues )

MAN ON NEWS BROADCAST: According to authorities,

several other suspects

in addition to the John Doe

just released from Shawshank Prison

may have been involved in the disaster at Juniper Hill.

CCTV footage revealed multiple patients

lighting their mattresses on fire around the same time.

These residents had no known history of arson.

Lilith.

I don't know what came over me. I'm not a murderer.

I jus‐‐ I‐‐ I don't‐‐

It never happened.

( car horn honking )

Oh, shit.

‐ Oh, Jesus Christ. ‐ OK, calm down.

( knock on door )

Hello?

‐ Hello. ‐ JACKIE: Hi there.

Wow. Look at this place.

Uh, can we help you?

Oh, sorry. I'm Jackie.

Uh...Sweet Chariot Taxi.

Saw your website, was thinkin' maybe we could help each other.

All right, excuse me just a second. I need to‐‐

You know, like I'd talk you guys up with my fares,

and I'd be "supes" appreciative

if you thought of me with your guests, so boy...

howdy.

What have we here?

Um...

Gotta be honest...

kind of makes me kick myself,

because‐‐no shit‐‐ I had this idea five years ago.

Like, turn this town into a murder theme park.

And now with the warden, plus his friend in the cage,

never mind Juniper Hill, this place is a gold mine.

But hey, you guys got here first, so...

respect.

Johnny Carrick, 1929.

Uh, yeah. Rather obscure.

Not to me.

His cousin lost it all in the stock market crash,

and Johnny here refused to help him. Tsk.

That is a felling axe.

It's not a fire axe. Carrick was a fireman.

You know your axes.

‐ Um, Ms...? ‐ Torrance.

Jackie. It's on the card.

Right, yeah. Well,

it turns out we got a big group coming in tonight,

‐ so we kinda need to... ‐ Absolutely! Um...

Hey, if you need a volunteer, like a docent or anything,

‐ I do a lot of... ‐ OK.

Uh, well, nice to meet ya.

You, too.

( soft clank )

( police radio chatter )

( distant chatter )

( footsteps approach )

WENDELL: You and him were close?

He took care of your grandmother.

For a long time.

( sighs )

Tried to be a good man.

Sometimes he was.

WENDELL: Grandma, she told me to leave.

I didn't know where to go. I‐‐

( Wendell sighs )

HENRY: I'm sorry I wasn't here.

I shouldn't have left you two alone.

Where were you last night?

I‐‐

I had to do something.

WENDELL: I slept in one of the pews at Grandpa's church.

This is fucked up, Dad.

RUTH: Henry?

I wanted to talk to you.

Explain what I did before they take me away.

He was comin' at me.

I tried to hide, but he found me out in the shed.

I had no choice.

I was scared, Henry.

He scared me.

You know what he can be like.

Wait, Mom, what are you‐‐

what are you talkin' about?

It's hard for you, of course,

but you don't know.

They way he treated you.

I was scared for you, scared he was gonna hurt you.

‐ Mom, who? ‐ And I didn't protect you.

I should have, I know, but I didn't,

because he was not in his right mind.

‐ Dad? ‐ I don't know how he came back,

but he did it.

Only I stood up to him this time,

like I should have before.

I protected you.

And your boy.

You'll help me, won't you? Explain everything?

You'll help me get them to see that I had no choice.

Find Alan.

He knows these men.

They trust him.

He can talk to them.

Find Alan.

POLICE RADIO: Suspect is Caucasian,

approximately six‐foot‐four, mid‐twenties,

wearing a plaid overcoat.

He is considered armed and dangerous.

WOMAN: But he was your client, right?

‐ You know he was. ‐ Yet somehow

‐ you never even got a first name. ‐ No.

WOMAN: And he never said a word about Juniper Hill?

Fourteen dead, another five missing.

Maybe next time you'll think twice before

you spring a lunatic from prison.

Maybe prison is what turned him into a lunatic.

Your mother's still confused about what happened.

I'll circle back tomorrow and talk with her again.

Only with me present.

‐ What? ‐ You don't remember me, do you?

Daria Reese. My daughter,

she went to Castle Rock High with you. Dana.

‐ I was on the PTA. ‐ I'm sorry.

It's OK, but who could forget you, right?

What was the name that the kids used to call you?

‐ The Black Death? ‐ Are we done?

And here you are, back in town not two weeks

and there's another dead guy in your house.

Shawshank, too. Heard that CO popped all the guards

was gonna be your star witness, you were there when it happened.

You're like a fuckin' lightning rod.

What is your badge number?

I'll be in touch.

( van's engine starts )

HENRY: Hey, hey! Come here.

Let's go.

WENDELL: What was she asking you about?

What was she asking you about? HENRY: Just‐‐

WENDELL: Dad, tell me.

This place is messed up.

It always has been. That's why I never brought you here.

I shouldn't have brought you here now.

Look, I heard what Grandma said, all right?

I was listening.

All that‐‐

All that stuff about your dad?

It kind of explained some things, you know?

Yeah, what's it explain?

Grandma's got dementia.

And she's told me more about you in one day

than you have in my whole life.

Wendell...hey.

‐ We can talk about this. ‐ No, we can't, Dad.

All right? You can't.

( Henry grunts )

I'm gonna come up to Boston as soon as I get done here.

And I'll stay for a few weeks...or longer.

Then let's go home now. Together.

Please.

I wish I could. I just‐‐

Can't get away?

Right?

I just need a few days.

Yeah.

( phone buzzing )

MOLLY: Henry, it's Molly.

I heard about Sheriff Pangborn.

I'm so sorry.

Call me when you can. Please.

‐ DRIVER: Jeez! ‐ ( passengers gasp )

( eerie cacophony )

‐ ( high‐pitched ringing ) ‐ ( groaning )

Everywhere this guy goes, people die.

Juniper Hill,

Shawshank Warden Lacy, now Alan.

He doesn't do those things himself,

it's like...it's like...

other people do it for him.

He pushes them somehow.

I don't know.

I've never felt anything like it

when I was near him.

He said he waited for me.

That he rescued me from a basement

and waited for me for 27 years.

( eerie sounds )

Can I ask you a crazy question?

Of course.

You sold Lacy's house, right?

Did you ever go down to his basement?

The widow said she couldn't find the key.

( knocks on door )

( banging )

( ominous music )

THE KID: I waited for you.

I waited for 27 years.

( rumbling, clattering )

( crackling, whooshing )

( sighs )

( sighs )

This is Henry Deaver.

I'm away from my phone.

Please leave a message after the tone.

‐ ( beep ) ‐ Hi. Henry.

Um, it's me, I'm coming over.

I just can't be alone right now, OK?

Whew.

‐ ( camera clicking ) ‐ Can I help you?

Uh...

I'm sorry.

I knocked. Uh...but‐‐

( clears throat ) I'm a lawyer, and a man I represent is‐‐

Well, your paintings‐‐

You know, I should just leave.

Yeah. I think you'd better.

‐ ( knife punctures ) ‐ Aah!

Aw, fuck!

GORDON: Stop it!

Get off!

‐ ( grunting ) ‐ Uhh!

Aah! Oh, God!

( both grunting, panting )

( gasps )

( hits floor )

( gurgling )

( Gordon roaring )

( Gordon yelling )

( Gordon grunting )

( shouts )

( blow strikes )

( Henry grunting, gasping )

( scream echoing )

( eerie sound looping )

( tires squealing )

( sound continues looping )

( camera shutters clicking )

( police radio chatter )

JACKIE: I mean, they were just so creepy.

Something...

seemed off,

so I drove by again 'cause I was like‐‐

Well, yeah, I mean, I guess I was snooping.

( eerie cacophony )

I wasn't myself anymore, ya know?

MOLLY: What the fuck?

( hinges creaking )

What‐‐

What are you doing here?

Where's Henry?

I don't think he's ready yet.

Ready.

Ready for what?

But you can help me.

Because you know me.

I don't know anything about you.

You do.

And I know you.

Your parents.

They had a television in there.

Sometimes they'd let you stay up late

and watch movies with them.

And you'd sit a lot

by the window in there...

in a big chair...

listening to your music.

( phone buzzing )

Hello?

Henry, it's Reverend Appleton.

Your mother just came to the church and seemed confused.

‐ She asked me ‐ When?

if Sheriff Pangborn was alive or dead this time.

Where is she now?

I tried to take her home, but she left in a hurry.

She seemed very disoriented.

I'm a little worried about where she went...

( voice distorts, fades )

Henry? Henry?

( cops yelling )

COP 1: Suspect has left the area.

COP 2: I thought you were watching him!

( eerie sounds accelerate )

( eerie sound looping )

You painted your nails with Wite‐Out.

And your bed was over here.

And your desk was over here.

And you had a flashlight.

And you shined it up at the hill.

H‐How do you know all of this?

I was there.

Out there...in the woods.

That's where you died.

( music playing )

ROBOTIC VOICE: Bad Robot!