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You wait 30 years
for the woman you love

and finally you get her,

and she slips through your fingers.

I can help her.

Marret's watching the baby?

Wendell's 15, Mom.

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

guess he could take
the bus up there.

You feel guilty about your mom,
and your father,

and your son,
who barely has a father.

Your right ear is ringing.

So loud you can barely
hear yourself think.

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.

Henry?

Behold, I tell you a mystery.

We will not all sleep,
but we will all be changed.

In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye,

at the last trumpet...

And we will be changed.

For the trumpet
shall sound, and the dead shall be raised,

imperishable,

and we will all be changed.

For this perishable
must put on the imperishable,

and this mortal must put on immortality.

But when this perishable
put on the imperishable

and this mortal

put on immortality,

then will come about
the saying that is written.

Death

is swallowed up in victory.

Lord,

we commit...

We commit this vessel

to the earth.

Matthew,

wherever you are,

our hearts will visit you here.

Would you like to say anything?

Bye, Dad.

They sold it to a yard down in Syracuse.

Then you go to Syracuse.

I've got to pick up Ruth at the hospital.

What do we need it for?
How's it gonna help her, anyway?

I can't explain in words you'd understand.

Well, fucking try me.

Time is her enemy, Sheriff.

Front door open.

Now, a few minutes ago,

I read a list of words
and asked you to repeat them.

Can you repeat them back to me now?
Any order you like.

Mrs. Deaver?

Listen, after I get you settled,
I got some business to take care of.

When I come back,

I'm not going anywhere,
and neither are you.

We're gonna fix you up as good as new.

Yeah, I just...

I just need a system. That's all.

Front door open.

I'll get your bags for you.

- Thank you, sir.
- No problem. Here you go.

- Wendell.
- Hey.

Hey, man.

One second, I'm trying to beat level four.

They ran out of golf posters, huh?

Hey, Grant Fuhr is the greatest
black hockey player of all time.

I really appreciate you
coming up here, man.

It means a lot to me.

Sure.

What is that? A VR game?

Thief of Destiny's AR. VR is the goggles.

It'll mean a lot to your grandmother,
you being here.

She can't get down to Boston
so much anymore.

I guess it runs in the family.

Wendell.

Wendell.

Sorry.

Hey. Come on.

Mom?

Found a hitchhiker.

Oh, come in and give me a hug.

Look at you!

Look at you.

Come on, I'll fix lunch.
You two can catch up.

Mmm-hmm.

- How much is it?
- With a year lease, it'll be 2,250.

Okay, when can I see it?

I could show you the space
tomorrow if you're...

Are people evacuated because of the fires?

No. No, there's no evacuation.

It's just a little smoke.

I googled Prospect Street, Castle Rock,

it seems like some pretty awful things
have happened in that neighborhood.

Is that area safe for kids now?

Hello?

"Death is swallowed up in victory."

Hardcore.

Mom, I got lunch under control.

You should stay off your feet.

I thought you were the only one there.

Who are all the programs for?

The church printed them up.

They're gonna have some recycling to do.

I'm serious, Mom. It's turkey and bread.

Well, you better make his a double.

Want to be an astronaut,
you're gonna need some meat on your bones.

No, we're past that.

These days, he's all about graphic design.

You ought to show her your drawings.

I could've sworn we

buried him in that suit.

Buried? Who?

Your father.

Whoa.

Who's that?

My client.

He's er, staying in the...

Hello? Yeah,
I'd like to speak to someone...

Hey.

Hey, pop a wheelie.

Come on, you can be the next Evel Knievel.

Come out, come out,
wherever you are, Henry.

What are you doing?

Krakatoa has exploded,
a fiery monster in its belly.

Come on, give us a wave, Godzilla.

You're lagging. Let's go.

- Which way do you think it is, son?
- I don't know.

Think.

The Lord blesses those
who listen more than they talk.

You keep moving, boy.

Ignore the wind.

Ignore the sound of your own footsteps.

I made some calls.

Got some good news.

It's a good place.
Better than it used to be.

They'll help you out,
get you back to being yourself.

- Mr. Deaver?
- Yeah.

Hi.

This is...

Well, here he is.

Oh, my God!

That's the second time this week.

Don't worry. We'll take care of it.
Come on.

Hey.

Sorry, I had to run out.

Get some sleep.

You were, like, six,

when you were adopted, right?

Five.

Why didn't they have their own kid?

They tried.

They lost a baby during labor.

I guess they, er,

I guess they didn't want
to go down that road again.

What were they like?

Your real parents.

Grandma and Grandpa are my real parents.

See you in the morning.

Mom?

Just come on in, for God's sake.

Did you take your pills?
You need a glass of water?

No, no, no.
I've been dry-swallowing for decades.

Can I ask you something?

Yeah.

What did Dad and I used to do
when we went out to the woods?

Oh, you know, camping, fishing,
a little duck hunting in season.

Of course, I had to teach him half of it.

Did he ever talk about
hearing a sound out there?

- Who?
- Dad.

Well... What...

How would I know if...
How would I know something like that?

Go ask your father.

Now, we have to try really hard this time.

Really hard, son.

Lead the way.

Do you hear something?

Do you hear something?

Is Molly here?

Around back.

Did you ever see us go out to the woods?

At weird hours,
in the middle of the night?

Maybe. A few times, I guess.

I'm just...

I'm just trying to understand
why he was dragging me out there

and why I can't remember anything.

I mean, why would I have...

- Do you ever hear anything?
- No. But I know you do.

On those tapes... I don't know.
It sounds like he was losing his mind.

You hated him, Henry.

I told you that?

You didn't have to.

I was there,

in the woods, the night you disappeared.

You... You were in the woods?

No, I...

You were in the woods,

and I was a part of you,
and you were a part of me.

We were the same.

If you were there,
then tell me what the hell happened.

I don't know. All I know is what you felt.

- What was that?
- Afraid. And then...

What? What?

Relieved.

What, because I thought he was gone?

I don't know. Probably.

Do you even hear what you're saying?

You wanted him dead.

That's why I went to your parents' room.

- When?
- I don't even know how I got there.

It was just like a dream.

Like your dream.

For a while, I convinced myself
it didn't really happen.

But it did happen.

He was lying there.

I pulled out the tube.

He was looking right at me when he died.

- What is wrong with you?
- It's true.

He died of his injuries.

No, he died because of me,

because it was what you wanted.

You killed him for me?

We did it together.

When I looked down at my hand,

it was like it was your hand.

You did it through me.

You

are fucking crazy.

Front door open.

Hey. I've got to deal with a work thing.

You two okay for a couple hours?

Yeah, we're good.

Front door open.

So what's the deal
with all the missing pieces?

Grandma?

You're not having a stroke, are you?

If I tell you something,
can you keep your mouth shut?

Definitely.

We've been here before.

This conversation.

We'll be here again.

Life used to go in one direction, forward,

like one of those people-movers
at the airport.

But somehow I got off it.

It's like I just brought your father home

from foster care.

He was half your size.

And now here you are.

And for all I know, my father's outside,

taking care of his roses.

Younger than me.

And I never know where I'm going next.

The neurologist said,
"Find a coping mechanism."

And I have.

One for every room in the house.

See? I can get lost in the past.

These are my breadcrumbs.

If I find a chess piece in the icebox,

well, I know it's now, not then.

And I can find my way out of the woods.

Shit!

In other news,

eight staff members and six patients
are presumed dead

at a mental institution in Maine

after a fire broke out
earlier this afternoon.

In the chaos,
four patients also escaped

from the Juniper Hills
Psychiatric Hospital

and are considered dangerous
to themselves and others.

This is it.

Listen, a friend of mine died
in this Lincoln,

- and I need to get it back.
- These cars belong to Fat Tony.

Believe me, he doesn't
give a shit about your friend.

I'll give you 200 bucks for it.

- Ain't for sale.
- Make it 500.

You deaf, asshole?
Get the fuck off my rig!

The woman I love is sick,
and I'm gonna help her.

This piece of shit is mine now.

Damn it!

Back door open.

Hey, hey. It's okay. It's okay.

Willie frightens easily.

Willie?

You're Willie?

Who are you?

Odin Branch.

Willie's my interpreter and protégé.

I can read lips
if you speak deliberately enough.

You were at the cemetery.

Both of you.

Honestly,

I was surprised you didn't hold
your father's service out here.

This...

This place was his church.

You knew my father?

Very well.

We shared certain interests.

Spirituality, philosophy, physics.

Acoustics.

What are you doing out here?

We're out here to listen, of course.

Just like you.

Also,

to correct young Willie.

What are you listening to?

Your father called it...

"The voice of God."

Please, join us.

I'm fine.

Most people can't hear it at all.

Some hear it once,

then never again.

A lucky few hear it constantly,

practically deafened by it.

Lucky?

There are
geographic variations, naturally.

Quiet in some places.

Much louder in others.

You're saying...

You're saying my dad believed
he could hear God out here?

For a time.

The ancients called it
"the music of the spheres."

Of course, I have a more scientific view.

"The nature of the schisma"
is the preferred nomenclature now.

So you don't believe
God is talking directly to you?

Henry, I have advanced degrees in bio

and psychoacoustics.

Best I can tell,
schisma is actually nanoscale turbulences

caused by cochlear quantum totalities
abrading in parallel.

Other heres, other nows.

All possible pasts,

all possible presents.

Schisma is the sound of the universe

trying to reconcile them.

I, er, I should get going.

Henry.

To some listeners,

the schisma sounds like
a ringing in the ears.

You ever had that, Henry?

A ringing in your ears?

See, the sound may come and go,

but the schisma, it's eternal.

It's eternal and everywhere,

underlying all space-time.

But it has been
getting louder again, Henry.

It hasn't risen to these levels

in decades.

The problem is,

no matter how strong the signal,

the world is noise,

auditory distraction.

So even those lucky enough
to hear the schisma

have to clarify, amplify.

And of course, the most committed of us

do more.

What do you mean, "more"?

During the last amplitude crest,

your father conceived a device.

My father was a minister.

Very much so.

He compared it to the schematics Noah
was dictated from God.

He called it "The Filter."

Of course,
he never got the chance to build it.

Fortunately, I did.

It's an anechoic chamber

but with certain custom modifications.

The wedges are
a low-density polyurethane foam.

And this shape provides an optimal
impedance gradient for sound waves.

Inside this chamber is total silence.

Perhaps the only total silence on Earth.

All noise cleansed.

And what's left is...

The schisma.

I thought you said I already hear it.

What you hear now is just a rumor.

What you'll hear in the filter is truth.

The truth is louder.

Believe me.

Step inside and hear for yourself.

I'm not getting in there.

That's your choice.

I understand.

Henry, you're suffering so much.

I watched you at the cemetery.

You're searching

for what kind of man you are,

for why you've come home.

Do you have a child, Henry?

A boy.

Does he know you?

Truly?

How can he if you don't know yourself?

Most men never see the light.

This light isn't something you see.

The schisma is all I hear now.

That's why I did it.

That's why I corrected myself.

And after tonight,
young Willie will be corrected, too.

You made yourself deaf?

Not deaf. Perfect.

Hey! Hey!

Do you hear it now?

Do you hear it now?

Henry, where'd you go?

Got it. I got that fucking Lincoln.

Truck will be here with it by the morning.

What do we do then?

There will be a monument.

What?

To Warden Lacy.

What the fuck are you talking about?

To everyone who helped put me
in that cage.

You said you'd fucking help her.

Why would you say that?

Jesus Christ. Where's Ruth?

Why would you leave me
in that trunk, Sheriff?

Ruthie!

Ruth!

Ruth!

Henry!

Ruthie!

Henry!

Ruth!

Ruthie?

Ruthie!

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