Castle Rock (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Habeas Corpus - full transcript
Henry gets a new client at Shawshank Prison.
You knew Dale Lacy
a long time, right?
Why'd he do it?
You're telling me that
my predecessor left an entire wing
of this prison unoccupied
for thirty years?
Oh, fuck!
Young man, who are you?
What's your name?
Henry Deaver.
That's not Henry Deaver.
Whoever you got ain't my client.
My clients are all dead.
They found a kid in a cage.
Who is this?
Henry Matthew Deaver.
Grew up twenty 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, do you know Alan Pangborn?
What brings you home?
I wish I could help you
find your client, Mr. Deaver.
I can't very well call up a ghost.
Thing is, a ghost called me.
Right. Your anonymous caller.
How's he...
Shit.
Shit!
What the fuck are you doing?
Are you fucking crazy?
- Back it up!
- Zalewski,
put the fucking gun down, man!
What the fuck is the matter with you?
Fuck.
- It was just a false alarm.
- You guys okay?
All clear, it was a false alarm,
I repeat, false alarm. All clear.
What's the matter with you?
Sorry.
Block's cleared.
Staff, return to your posts.
Repeat, all corners cleared.
Staff, return to your posts.
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?
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?
1961.
Hut! Hut!
It was the fall after they found
that boy's body out by the train tracks.
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.
I lie awake at night,
thinking about all the blood spilled
under my roof alone.
People say, it wasn't me.
It was this place.
And the thing is...
They're right.
Parole board meetings run long.
I wouldn't wait up.
I used to get down on my knees,
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...
The answer is clear.
The world can wait no longer.
God answered.
- Yes?
- Hello.
- I'm an attorney for...
- Northeast Correctional.
- No.
- Someone suing
Northeast Correctional, then?
Yes.
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 prisonerer.
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.
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?
Dale could've been a professional,
everyone says it.
I'm so sorry, if you'll excuse me.
Hello?
Martha speaking.
Are you black?
Uh...
Sorry?
That was Sally from next door.
Are you black?
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 wanna get some...
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.
There are two new inmates
that have requested prayer partners.
Ignacio James Jersic,
23 years of age,
aggravated robbery,
possession of narcotics
with intent to distribute.
Paul, I saw your hand first.
Bruce Lee McNamara.
Fifty-seven years old,
one count of 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 10:00.
Hello.
Have a seat, all are welcome.
Are you new to the Incarnation?
No.
Did you ever get the sense
there was something he was hiding,
something weighing on his conscience?
Me? No.
Warden Lacy wouldn't
have confided in me.
But this was his church.
Before my time.
I got the sense
he preferred to pray alone.
He'd drop Martha off on Sundays,
drive out to the woods.
I think, he considered
nature his chapel.
He died doing what he loved.
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.
You know?
You didn't, like, leave here,
last night, did you?
Wandered out, or something?
Of course, you didn't.
I'm screwed up 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.
- Welcome to the Hilton Augusta.
- Thank you.
Oh, God. Let's try the
- six-dollar cooler.
- Yes, sir.
- You mind?
- No.
Shawshank, huh?
Rough month.
Not everyone's cut out
for Corrections work.
Some guys, just...
I was a lawman myself.
Could I have the check?
They're naming 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.
There was just you
and your cruiser making a call.
I remember one night.
This town car 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'd 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?
Don't let that fucking kid out.
The fuck do you say
to something like that?
- So, is it time to call Pruitt?
- And tell him what?
That he can add
criminal conspiracy to...
I don't even know what this was.
Fucking fingernails?
A decent man.
Who?
Lacy. Everyone says it.
"Good man."
So, he must've had a good reason.
You want me to make it all go away?
Get up.
Mind the step.
Who the fuck's this snowflake?
Looks like you gentlemen
are double booked.
Austerity measures.
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.
There's maple syrup
in here from the Bush administration.
The good Bush.
This is as close as I had
to Betty Crocker.
Your birthday's still the 27th,
I assume?
- 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 thinking about
when you turned seven.
I made a big batch of that
buttercream frosting, it was before
we knew about your lactose thing.
I've never seen a cake disappear
and reappear that fast.
You probably don't remember that.
No.
Henry, quit dragging
your feet, let's go!
I know I'm late, sorry.
It was a whole thing.
Daycare wouldn't take Bryce
for medical reasons,
and you know I can't leave him
with Dan, so...
- Is he okay?
- He has pink eye again.
I swear, he gets it deliberately
just to spite me.
You know what I heard from Candice?
Henry Deaver is in town.
- So?
- Oh, please, Miss Preteen Voyeur 1991.
Apparently, he's a lawyer.
He represents murderers,
isn't that ironic?
- This is filthy.
- Here you go.
I ordered for you,
just to save some time.
You know, when you called about
lunch and an actual...
Restaurant or snack bar,
I assumed that you were doing better.
I'm doing great, actually.
I've sold two houses
already this month.
I hope you take your BluBlockers
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.
Well, 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?
Mmm-hmm.
This town is not Great Barrington, okay?
It's Fallujah.
So, this is your big plan?
You're going to 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.
Shut the fuck up, will ya?
What are you, a pederast?
"Judge not lest ye be judged."
- Don't touch me.
- What?
You don't want to touch me.
Any 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 those swingers parties?
Since the '90s.
Nan needed money for a titanium leg,
for her nephew.
So, she blackmailed one of her regulars,
the Governor's chief of staff.
The 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 it packed 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...
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, 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.
'91 . 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 11 days later,
and pretend you can't remember
what happened.
That the cover story? Or the real story?
You tell me.
Zalewski, tell me more about that
Hallmark movie about the retard...
What, you mean Action Jackson over here?
Hair trigger...
He died at home. Not at the lake.
Tan jacket, at the end of the bar.
Excuse me.
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?
Digging it up.
Your mom's been leaving food out
for the neighborhood mutt.
We buried it, New Year's Day. Truck.
She loved that bitch.
She's got it in her head
it's been nosing 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 her "Sundowning."
Real common.
Nights are hard for your mom.
Have you told doctor...
Uh...
The Portland guy.
We go to a clinic in Boston, now.
The next appointment's in November.
Come on by, tell him yourself.
You free in November?
Jesus Christ.
Don't worry about your mom, Henry.
I'm sure you're real busy in Texas.
The court made me my mother's
conservator three years ago.
That 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.
Molly, Deputy Ridgewick
needs to talk to you.
- About the Deaver boy.
- Hi, Molly.
We found Father Deaver.
He's 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 can use all the help we can get.
Did he ever say anything
about running away?
Did he...
Did he talk about wanting
to hurt his father?
He's not his father.
Mr. Deaver is half dead, frozen,
fighting for his life.
Now, 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.
It's only getting colder.
If you know something...
Where Henry might have run off to?
I don't know anything.
Okay, then.
I really can't talk to you.
Then you shouldn't have called me.
That was you, right?
I haven't seen him
since yesterday.
That douchebag from Corporate took
him out of the infirmary last night
and locked him down in solitary.
Jesus Christ.
This town... They should
pave over the whole damn county.
I'll file a habeas in the morning.
State's attorney.
Actually no, Governor first,
then the SA.
We'll make sure
you have whistleblower protection
before they depose you.
Wait, depose me, like to a judge?
No. No, it's anonymous,
you're protected.
No, I'm barely sleeping as it is.
I almost discharged my weapon
on a CO yesterday.
- Listen...
- I'm gonna lose my job.
I'll lose my...
Fucking healthcare.
There is a breast pump in the back,
my wife is giving birth in a month.
Do you think I would be working
in 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.
Well, forget getting in there,
you are on every kind of list.
It would take an act of God
to get you in that prison.
Watch your step.
Thank you so much. God bless you.
God bless you.
Thanks a lot.
Guten morgen, Adolf.
Fuck me.
You sure he's dead?
He was just lying there.
All right, let's go.
Was it his heart?
Heart, liver, lungs.
He's riddled with metastatic cancer.
What the fuck?
Cancer?
I'm amazed he walked into
that cell on his own two legs.
"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.
Hey.
I can be your lawyer
if you want me to be.
But you have to say it!
Henry Deaver.
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.
a long time, right?
Why'd he do it?
You're telling me that
my predecessor left an entire wing
of this prison unoccupied
for thirty years?
Oh, fuck!
Young man, who are you?
What's your name?
Henry Deaver.
That's not Henry Deaver.
Whoever you got ain't my client.
My clients are all dead.
They found a kid in a cage.
Who is this?
Henry Matthew Deaver.
Grew up twenty 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, do you know Alan Pangborn?
What brings you home?
I wish I could help you
find your client, Mr. Deaver.
I can't very well call up a ghost.
Thing is, a ghost called me.
Right. Your anonymous caller.
How's he...
Shit.
Shit!
What the fuck are you doing?
Are you fucking crazy?
- Back it up!
- Zalewski,
put the fucking gun down, man!
What the fuck is the matter with you?
Fuck.
- It was just a false alarm.
- You guys okay?
All clear, it was a false alarm,
I repeat, false alarm. All clear.
What's the matter with you?
Sorry.
Block's cleared.
Staff, return to your posts.
Repeat, all corners cleared.
Staff, return to your posts.
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?
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?
1961.
Hut! Hut!
It was the fall after they found
that boy's body out by the train tracks.
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.
I lie awake at night,
thinking about all the blood spilled
under my roof alone.
People say, it wasn't me.
It was this place.
And the thing is...
They're right.
Parole board meetings run long.
I wouldn't wait up.
I used to get down on my knees,
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...
The answer is clear.
The world can wait no longer.
God answered.
- Yes?
- Hello.
- I'm an attorney for...
- Northeast Correctional.
- No.
- Someone suing
Northeast Correctional, then?
Yes.
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 prisonerer.
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.
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?
Dale could've been a professional,
everyone says it.
I'm so sorry, if you'll excuse me.
Hello?
Martha speaking.
Are you black?
Uh...
Sorry?
That was Sally from next door.
Are you black?
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 wanna get some...
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.
There are two new inmates
that have requested prayer partners.
Ignacio James Jersic,
23 years of age,
aggravated robbery,
possession of narcotics
with intent to distribute.
Paul, I saw your hand first.
Bruce Lee McNamara.
Fifty-seven years old,
one count of 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 10:00.
Hello.
Have a seat, all are welcome.
Are you new to the Incarnation?
No.
Did you ever get the sense
there was something he was hiding,
something weighing on his conscience?
Me? No.
Warden Lacy wouldn't
have confided in me.
But this was his church.
Before my time.
I got the sense
he preferred to pray alone.
He'd drop Martha off on Sundays,
drive out to the woods.
I think, he considered
nature his chapel.
He died doing what he loved.
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.
You know?
You didn't, like, leave here,
last night, did you?
Wandered out, or something?
Of course, you didn't.
I'm screwed up 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.
- Welcome to the Hilton Augusta.
- Thank you.
Oh, God. Let's try the
- six-dollar cooler.
- Yes, sir.
- You mind?
- No.
Shawshank, huh?
Rough month.
Not everyone's cut out
for Corrections work.
Some guys, just...
I was a lawman myself.
Could I have the check?
They're naming 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.
There was just you
and your cruiser making a call.
I remember one night.
This town car 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'd 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?
Don't let that fucking kid out.
The fuck do you say
to something like that?
- So, is it time to call Pruitt?
- And tell him what?
That he can add
criminal conspiracy to...
I don't even know what this was.
Fucking fingernails?
A decent man.
Who?
Lacy. Everyone says it.
"Good man."
So, he must've had a good reason.
You want me to make it all go away?
Get up.
Mind the step.
Who the fuck's this snowflake?
Looks like you gentlemen
are double booked.
Austerity measures.
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.
There's maple syrup
in here from the Bush administration.
The good Bush.
This is as close as I had
to Betty Crocker.
Your birthday's still the 27th,
I assume?
- 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 thinking about
when you turned seven.
I made a big batch of that
buttercream frosting, it was before
we knew about your lactose thing.
I've never seen a cake disappear
and reappear that fast.
You probably don't remember that.
No.
Henry, quit dragging
your feet, let's go!
I know I'm late, sorry.
It was a whole thing.
Daycare wouldn't take Bryce
for medical reasons,
and you know I can't leave him
with Dan, so...
- Is he okay?
- He has pink eye again.
I swear, he gets it deliberately
just to spite me.
You know what I heard from Candice?
Henry Deaver is in town.
- So?
- Oh, please, Miss Preteen Voyeur 1991.
Apparently, he's a lawyer.
He represents murderers,
isn't that ironic?
- This is filthy.
- Here you go.
I ordered for you,
just to save some time.
You know, when you called about
lunch and an actual...
Restaurant or snack bar,
I assumed that you were doing better.
I'm doing great, actually.
I've sold two houses
already this month.
I hope you take your BluBlockers
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.
Well, 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?
Mmm-hmm.
This town is not Great Barrington, okay?
It's Fallujah.
So, this is your big plan?
You're going to 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.
Shut the fuck up, will ya?
What are you, a pederast?
"Judge not lest ye be judged."
- Don't touch me.
- What?
You don't want to touch me.
Any 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 those swingers parties?
Since the '90s.
Nan needed money for a titanium leg,
for her nephew.
So, she blackmailed one of her regulars,
the Governor's chief of staff.
The 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 it packed 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...
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, 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.
'91 . 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 11 days later,
and pretend you can't remember
what happened.
That the cover story? Or the real story?
You tell me.
Zalewski, tell me more about that
Hallmark movie about the retard...
What, you mean Action Jackson over here?
Hair trigger...
He died at home. Not at the lake.
Tan jacket, at the end of the bar.
Excuse me.
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?
Digging it up.
Your mom's been leaving food out
for the neighborhood mutt.
We buried it, New Year's Day. Truck.
She loved that bitch.
She's got it in her head
it's been nosing 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 her "Sundowning."
Real common.
Nights are hard for your mom.
Have you told doctor...
Uh...
The Portland guy.
We go to a clinic in Boston, now.
The next appointment's in November.
Come on by, tell him yourself.
You free in November?
Jesus Christ.
Don't worry about your mom, Henry.
I'm sure you're real busy in Texas.
The court made me my mother's
conservator three years ago.
That 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.
Molly, Deputy Ridgewick
needs to talk to you.
- About the Deaver boy.
- Hi, Molly.
We found Father Deaver.
He's 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 can use all the help we can get.
Did he ever say anything
about running away?
Did he...
Did he talk about wanting
to hurt his father?
He's not his father.
Mr. Deaver is half dead, frozen,
fighting for his life.
Now, 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.
It's only getting colder.
If you know something...
Where Henry might have run off to?
I don't know anything.
Okay, then.
I really can't talk to you.
Then you shouldn't have called me.
That was you, right?
I haven't seen him
since yesterday.
That douchebag from Corporate took
him out of the infirmary last night
and locked him down in solitary.
Jesus Christ.
This town... They should
pave over the whole damn county.
I'll file a habeas in the morning.
State's attorney.
Actually no, Governor first,
then the SA.
We'll make sure
you have whistleblower protection
before they depose you.
Wait, depose me, like to a judge?
No. No, it's anonymous,
you're protected.
No, I'm barely sleeping as it is.
I almost discharged my weapon
on a CO yesterday.
- Listen...
- I'm gonna lose my job.
I'll lose my...
Fucking healthcare.
There is a breast pump in the back,
my wife is giving birth in a month.
Do you think I would be working
in 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.
Well, forget getting in there,
you are on every kind of list.
It would take an act of God
to get you in that prison.
Watch your step.
Thank you so much. God bless you.
God bless you.
Thanks a lot.
Guten morgen, Adolf.
Fuck me.
You sure he's dead?
He was just lying there.
All right, let's go.
Was it his heart?
Heart, liver, lungs.
He's riddled with metastatic cancer.
What the fuck?
Cancer?
I'm amazed he walked into
that cell on his own two legs.
"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.
Hey.
I can be your lawyer
if you want me to be.
But you have to say it!
Henry Deaver.
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.