Castle Rock (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Local Color - full transcript
The past catches up with Molly Strand.
Henry Deaver is in town.
- So?
- Oh, please, Miss Preteen Voyeur 1991.
Apparently he's a lawyer.
I wish I could help you
find your client, Mr. Deaver.
I can't very well call up a ghost.
I've got a condition.
Forty gets you eight fives.
You know, the best cure
for social anxiety is sunlight.
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.
I take half a pill once a day
just to muffle other people's noise.
- You're Henry Deaver, right?
- Excuse me?
Beloved local preacher
opens his home and his heart
to poor screw-up orphan.
You lure him out to Castle Lake,
push him off the rocks...
Bye-bye, Pastor Deaver.
He died at home. Not at the lake.
Six days into the search,
authorities are increasingly doubtful
that the 11-year-old Deaver boy
will be found alive.
His father, Matthew Deaver,
local reverend at
Church of the incarnation,
is recovering from his injuries
at home
and is in stable condition.
With highs still hovering
around zero...
Why?
I was saved.
My body fell to Earth,
my bones were broken.
But I asked my Lord for mercy,
and he saved me.
Who are you to overrule
the will of my Lord?
Friends,
we have let a sinner into our house.
"Behold, I will tell you a mystery.
Not all will sleep, but all will be
changed in a moment,
in the twinkling of an eye,
at the last trumpet.
"For the trumpet will sound
and the dead will be raised,
"imperishable,
and we will all be changed!"
Local color isn't just
what we give you, it's what we are.
We're on the scene, delivering the
news when it happens, as it happens.
We bring you right up close
to events, local politics, and more...
...not to mention the fast-changing
foliage of the county.
Yeah, I can't believe
you're going to be on the show tomorrow.
It's absurd.
Stay glued.
- What is that?
- It is a gazebo.
Every revitalized downtown
needs a gazebo.
What's it for?
I don't know.
Peaceful contemplation.
The only thing people contemplate
in this town is suicide.
Well, that's because
there's no job base
if you don't wanna work in a prison.
There's no local business hub
to encourage social and economic
cross-pollination. Yet.
That's phase one.
Wow.
You're not gonna say that on TV,
right?
What?
Nothing, it's just
that the camera guy
is gonna slip into a coma
before you hit phase two.
So, what happens when I get
there? I just tell them I'm your intern?
Say "executive assistant."
The producer's name is Charlene.
She's gonna meet you outside
the studio.
Please, just try to avoid potholes.
Why do you care what happens
to this hellscape, anyway?
Just keep it under 40.
Molly Strand.
- Yes.
- It's Henry Deaver.
North Prospect?
We were neighbors
back in dinosaur times.
Yeah, of course. Henry.
Sorry, I didn't, um...
- It's been...
- A lot of years.
Yeah, I don't get back much.
Why... What are you doing here?
I have a client over at the prison,
a real mess.
Smells like Cheerios.
Gene Pitney, 24 Hours From Tulsa.
Wherever you go next,
does the tape get erased?
- Hey, I'm her witness.
- Good luck.
Sorry, that was...
Um.
Yeah, I would love to hear more,
but I have...
I have an open house.
Actually, that's why I'm here.
I've been seeing your signs
all around town.
You wanna sell your mom's place?
Yeah.
- Do you know Alan Pangborn?
- Frequent flyer.
We're getting to the stage
where she needs full-time care.
Isn't Sheriff Pangborn...
Yeah, we're making some changes.
- Soon.
- Um...
I can't help you.
I'm sorry?
I am... I'm just so
overwhelmed here,
and I can't take a new client.
Also, with my parents' house
being directly across the street,
it's probably a conflict of interest.
So... I can refer you
to someone else.
No, no.
No, I'll just...
Did I say something wrong?
No. Of course not. You...
It was really good seeing you.
You too.
Fuck you, Dad.
Hey.
You wanna see my room?
It's a lot cooler
than it used to be.
I go to Catholic school now.
- My dad made me.
- I know.
What are Violent Femmes?
A band.
"Femme" is a girl. In French.
You know,
he's not my real father.
Obviously.
Yeah.
I know what you do in your room.
Touching your thing.
Feels like
fireworks.
- I never...
- I can't explain it,
but I can hear what you're thinking
and feeling.
When you're brushing your teeth,
when you're out in the woods,
it's like I'm out there with you.
Henry!
Henry, where'd you go?
Son, I want you back in this house
right now.
Henry!
You tell Valerie yet?
Fuck no, I didn't tell her
about the money.
She'd blow it on the mortgage.
I'm buying an Xbox
and a pound of weed.
You're gonna spend your bonus on
a fucking Fisher-Price Jumperoo?
It's not a bonus, it's a bribe.
So we don't talk.
About what?
Hey.
Hey, Nicky boy, sit the fuck down!
- Hang on. Hey, you better sit down.
- Yo!
Hey, sit down!
Sit down.
Look, he's scheduled the hearing.
He's gonna get you out,
but you gotta help yourself.
Come on, sit down.
The dude doesn't eat.
Except for Wonder Bread.
Barely sleeps.
Just kinda walks
in these little circles.
Guys watch him on CCTV now.
"Nick at Nite."
Some of the COs call him Nick now.
Like Nick Cage.
- 'Cause we found him in a cage.
- All right, I get it.
Yeah.
Look, I can pull
the security footage.
All right? That would look real good
on CNN.
Yeah, let's hold off on that.
Listen.
You gotta earn his trust.
Get him to tell you
how he got there.
I know how he got there.
Should have seen him eye-fucking
Warden Lacy's picture.
I need more.
You gotta tell him, all right?
Yeah, onus probandi, right?
Burden of proof.
Just Wikipedia.
Funny, man, you work in
law enforcement,
nobody knows shit about the law.
Hey, how long does it take
to become a lawyer, anyway?
I was thinking...
I don't know, maybe when all
this is done, I go back to school.
You can write me like
a recommendation or something.
Uh, yeah.
Sure thing.
What the fuck?
Really?
I'm telling you,
this town ain't for shit.
My mom's boyfriend's house
got broken into last month.
He came home and two Oxy fiends
were carrying
his microwave out the back door.
It's probably the same assholes.
- Yeah, maybe.
- What'd they take?
I don't know.
I don't think anything's missing.
Huh.
Squatters?
- But you didn't see anybody.
- Nope.
Yeah, there's property damage.
Please hold, ma'am.
You know,
if you hired me full-time,
I could clean up
this whole place for you.
Cool murder basement.
Is that what I think it is?
Oh, shit.
You lived down the street from him,
so you had, like, a front-row seat.
Did he do it?
Did he whack his father?
I have such a crazy day tomorrow.
Um, you know, I didn't sleep last night,
and I think right now
I need to focus on
my Local Color presentation.
Thanks for asking, Corey.
Phase one
in any community revitalization.
Phase one,
you've got to know the community.
You've got to know the community.
Thanks for asking, Corey.
I was born in Maine.
I was born in Maine.
Thanks for asking, Corey.
I was born in Maine.
I'm a proud,
fifth-generation Maineiac.
When I say Castle Rock
has excellent bones...
Don't say "bones."
Molly Strand. It's Henry Deaver.
Did he ever say anything
about running away?
Pull it together.
Pull it together.
I don't know anything.
Mr. Deaver is fighting for his life.
Shit.
Damn it!
Well, well, if it isn't
old Miss Layaway.
You follow me now?
I asked around at the school,
and they said to try here.
I said I was your college counselor.
Yeah? How are my chances?
I've got money.
Looks like we got
a real free-market tragedy here.
Demand, but no supply.
What?
My gran brings the pills
down from Skowhegan.
Her gout took a bad turn.
They have her on bed rest, so...
Check back next week or whatever.
I'm having
a really bad fucking day.
This guy I used to know
came back to town,
and it's really fucking me up, and...
I'm gonna be on TV in the morning.
I need my pills.
How many Minions you kill
to make that jacket?
Six.
Listen, if you really need a fix
that bad,
you can always try your luck
at the Motor Court.
Timberland Motor Court.
Ask for Derek.
I can't explain it.
I can hear what you're thinking
and feeling.
You know,
he's not my real father.
Obviously.
"In the twinkling of an eye,
at the last trumpet.
"The trumpet will sound
and the dead will be raised,
"imperishable."
Do you hear it?
Do you hear it now?
Henry!
Hello?
Hi.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah.
Where's Derek?
Okay.
Bring her up here, Bailiff.
Immediately.
You don't have to help me.
You have to follow
the court's rules.
That means I have to escort you.
Sit still, witness.
I'll tell you everything I know.
You have to be sworn in first.
Do you swear to tell the truth,
the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth?
Yes.
Tell the court, what did you see?
Her sneaker was full of blood.
What was the cause of death?
Holes punched in her stomach.
Her head was bashed against
a rock or a stone.
And in your professional opinion,
Coroner,
how would you categorize
this murder?
Was it a crime of passion?
The wounds on the body
were deep and red,
so we believe the murderer
was someone she knew.
Could it have been
someone in her family?
Maybe. We can't test the blood
for that.
Or maybe it was her best friend.
I'm looking for someone.
Go on with your testimony.
I don't care about
your game, okay?
- Sit down.
- Just tell Derek I'm here.
If you want what you came for,
then sit down.
I won't tolerate
any further interruptions.
I will have order in this court.
- The court appreciates your testimony...
- Where are your parents?
They're out drunk.
Our moms are out drunk,
but our daddies are at Shawshank.
All of them?
You understand that
you're on trial for murder?
Yes, Your Honor.
Do you understand that these
charges carry the penalty of death?
- It wasn't me.
- Say "Not guilty" if it wasn't you.
I'm not guilty, Your Honor.
But the person who murdered
is in this courtroom.
- Point to him.
- What is this?
Okay, I don't know what this is,
but somebody take me
to Derek right now.
Appeal denied.
What does the jury say?
Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!
Order.
- Guilty!
- Order.
You are remanded
to the death house.
- Let go of me.
- I'm Derek.
The kids don't know about the Oxy,
just pretend
you're still playing the game.
It's $60 for three pills.
And I wanna see your tits.
Fuck you.
I'll give you $100 for 10.
Okay?
Fuck!
Fucking cops.
"Duffel bag containing
one collapsible walking stick,
"one Bible,
two rubber kitchen gloves,
- "couple of MoonPie wrappers."
- MoonPies?
A little going-away present
for himself.
And that's everything that was
in the warden's car? No note?
And about 30 gallons of water.
Couple of trout.
Where'd you send the DNA?
- DNA?
- You didn't take samples?
For a suicide?
You gotta test the rubber gloves.
Everything that was in the vehicle.
Little cop wisdom for you.
Suicides solve themselves.
Yeah, I appreciate that. I do.
But I'm actually looking
for my client's DNA.
The one Lacy kept in a bear cage?
If you say so.
Well, fine.
Court order it is.
Practically everybody
in this county's got family
working at that prison.
I'm sure Janice at the courthouse
will make it her top priority.
Hey, Carl.
The real estate queen
is demanding her own cell.
They're having a catfight
down there.
Fuck her.
Sounds like you
had quite a night.
Wanna tell me what happened?
Not really.
Booking officer said
you'll pay a fine.
I'm not sure what impound charges are
in 2018.
Then there's my fee.
I'm only $700, but...
You can probably talk me down
to a Grand Slam breakfast.
Okay.
We can't do this.
What?
I'm more than happy to
compensate you for your time.
Thank you. Maybe you have
some kind of payment plan or...
Sorry, did I miss something?
I have a medical condition.
Okay.
I feel things.
- People do that.
- No, I feel things
that other people are feeling.
And some people are
louder than others.
You...
Okay. You know
when you get a song
stuck in your head,
and you can't think about
anything else.
What you were doing
five minutes ago,
what you wanted for dinner.
All you can think about
is the fucking Bee Gees,
or whatever.
When we were kids,
you were that song for me.
And I'm not saying
you're a bad song.
You're obviously a very handsome
song, and charming, and smart,
and you dress better than the rest
of the songs in this town, but...
Yesterday
you barely remembered my name.
That was a lie. I was lying.
Things happen when we're together.
- When we're...
- And it can be overwhelming.
And sometimes,
I can lose track of myself,
and I cannot afford to do that again.
I had a very important day today.
I signed a five-year lease
on the mill downtown.
I had a whole plan, whole plan,
and I was supposed to go
on Local Color this morning
- to talk about it.
- The TV show?
Yes. You know,
and then I spend five minutes with
you, and the next thing you know,
I'm in a jail cell
with some prostitute
who can unhinge her jaw
like a python and...
What time were you
supposed to be on TV?
Like 10:00, but I was supposed
to be there at 9:00 for the...
Hey. This one right here?
We gotta get it back.
- Local Color?
- Over there.
Yeah, I can hold.
Hey, David, thanks for
returning my call.
You are not gonna believe
what's going on up here.
We're two degrees
from the state of nature.
They kept him in a cage.
Yeah, yeah, like a circus tiger.
No charge, no trial, no arrest.
And habeas isn't proven,
so they're basically
pretending he doesn't exist.
No, no, I wouldn't
put it past them.
That's why I'm calling you.
It's L-A-C-Y.
You're his lawyer.
He asked for you.
...to make a call.
- Five minutes to air.
- Tell him we've got
a history of irregular activity
with this guy...
An old adage goes,
"If you want something done,
"ask a busy person."
No one these days is busier
than real estate agent Molly Strand.
I believe she's the go-getting gal
Castle County needs
in its revitalization...
We're two degrees
from the state of nature.
Kept him in a cage.
She understands
the importance of collaboration,
new vision, embraces tech,
job opportunities,
and are those ethnic fusion restaurants?
Mmm-mmm!
Molly, why don't you go ahead
and tell us what we're looking at?
Sorry, I...
Well, the town's future
is so bright,
she has to wear shades.
- Can I get a cup of coffee, please?
- Well, you made a beautiful diorama
depicting the hamlet known
as Castle Rock,
although it's grown
a pedestrian mall.
Uh-oh.
Obviously, the economy's
not what it used to be,
but our downtown core
still has great bones.
Well, some folks
might question whether Castle Rock
requires such
a radical transformation.
Now, what would you say
to neighbors
who, well, like things the way
they are?
You're his lawyer.
He asked for you.
But you have to say it.
We are not bringing
a criminal defense attorney...
Molly?
I'd tell them to wake the fuck up.
Oh!
There's a young man right now
in a cell at Shawshank State Prison
whose constitutional due process
was never respected.
Who was locked in a tiger cage,
no trial, no arrest,
and this is just the latest
in a pattern of abuses
by our local authorities
that stretches back decades.
So, yes, I think Castle Rock
is ready for a little change.
- Uhh...
- Cut to commercial.
And we're clear.
The truth is, this guy
could actually have a record, so...
Ordinarily, I wouldn't have gone
to the press.
Risky, but...
Guess we'll off-road.
Listen, I don't know how you know
all that about my client,
but I appreciate
you trying to help me.
I know.
Well, it was good to see you.
You, too.
Mr. Deaver.
Do you remember
that old toothpaste commercial?
"You never get a second chance
to make a first impression"?
I think we got off
on the wrong foot.
I'll be honest,
I was surprised to get your call.
Didn't think anyone watched
cable access anymore.
Press might not be so good
for your client.
I'm sure you know.
Finally acknowledging
my client exists, then?
It's the maximum settlement
under state law, $300,000.
For wrongful conviction,
which this isn't.
This is kidnapping.
Also, "Plaintiff shall hold harmless
"prime contractor, all directors,
officers and employees."
This isn't a settlement,
it's an indemnification.
The actions of one rogue ex-employee
don't reflect the values
of Northeast Correctional
or its shareholders.
Throwing the old warden
under the bus.
Where you throw dead perverts.
This is a turnkey solution.
He signs the NDA, he walks away
with more than he'll make
in his lifetime.
We both know that
the longer he stays in here,
the longer we have to prove
that he's not just some victim.
In my experience, there aren't
a lot of victims on the inside,
no matter how they got here.
Dandruff.
- What?
- The commercial.
It was dandruff shampoo.
Let's see what he says.
Henry Deaver?
Are you okay?
Physically?
Has anyone threatened you?
Hey,
I want you to listen.
I'm your lawyer now.
And your lawyer is telling you
that we have a brand-new strategy
from this moment.
You wanna keep saying my name,
great.
Just don't tell anyone yours.
If you got no name, you got
no charge, no crime, no story.
As crazy as that may seem,
that's the best thing you have
going for you, so I won't ask,
and you don't tell.
You understand?
Has it begun?
Our new game plan starts now.
Okay?
Okay?
Okay.
Good.
There's an offer on the table.
The prison wants to
cap punitive damages
in exchange for letting you walk.
I say we employ
the tried-and-true legal strategy
of "Go fuck yourself."
Sounds better in Latin.
In about a week,
a circuit court judge
is gonna hear our habeas request.
There'll be about half an hour
of witness testimony,
and then you're gonna walk out
of that courthouse a free man.
The day after,
we file for civil damages,
and when that's over, you're gonna
own the whole damn county.
Turn this place
into your boat garage.
- Boats?
- That's right.
How many years old are you?
Thirty-nine.
Do you hear it now?
Time's up. Let's go.
Come on.
Hello?
Oh, God, what a disaster.
Hello?
No, no! Stay away!
Stay away! Fuck!
Behold,
I will tell you a mystery.
No! No!
- So?
- Oh, please, Miss Preteen Voyeur 1991.
Apparently he's a lawyer.
I wish I could help you
find your client, Mr. Deaver.
I can't very well call up a ghost.
I've got a condition.
Forty gets you eight fives.
You know, the best cure
for social anxiety is sunlight.
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.
I take half a pill once a day
just to muffle other people's noise.
- You're Henry Deaver, right?
- Excuse me?
Beloved local preacher
opens his home and his heart
to poor screw-up orphan.
You lure him out to Castle Lake,
push him off the rocks...
Bye-bye, Pastor Deaver.
He died at home. Not at the lake.
Six days into the search,
authorities are increasingly doubtful
that the 11-year-old Deaver boy
will be found alive.
His father, Matthew Deaver,
local reverend at
Church of the incarnation,
is recovering from his injuries
at home
and is in stable condition.
With highs still hovering
around zero...
Why?
I was saved.
My body fell to Earth,
my bones were broken.
But I asked my Lord for mercy,
and he saved me.
Who are you to overrule
the will of my Lord?
Friends,
we have let a sinner into our house.
"Behold, I will tell you a mystery.
Not all will sleep, but all will be
changed in a moment,
in the twinkling of an eye,
at the last trumpet.
"For the trumpet will sound
and the dead will be raised,
"imperishable,
and we will all be changed!"
Local color isn't just
what we give you, it's what we are.
We're on the scene, delivering the
news when it happens, as it happens.
We bring you right up close
to events, local politics, and more...
...not to mention the fast-changing
foliage of the county.
Yeah, I can't believe
you're going to be on the show tomorrow.
It's absurd.
Stay glued.
- What is that?
- It is a gazebo.
Every revitalized downtown
needs a gazebo.
What's it for?
I don't know.
Peaceful contemplation.
The only thing people contemplate
in this town is suicide.
Well, that's because
there's no job base
if you don't wanna work in a prison.
There's no local business hub
to encourage social and economic
cross-pollination. Yet.
That's phase one.
Wow.
You're not gonna say that on TV,
right?
What?
Nothing, it's just
that the camera guy
is gonna slip into a coma
before you hit phase two.
So, what happens when I get
there? I just tell them I'm your intern?
Say "executive assistant."
The producer's name is Charlene.
She's gonna meet you outside
the studio.
Please, just try to avoid potholes.
Why do you care what happens
to this hellscape, anyway?
Just keep it under 40.
Molly Strand.
- Yes.
- It's Henry Deaver.
North Prospect?
We were neighbors
back in dinosaur times.
Yeah, of course. Henry.
Sorry, I didn't, um...
- It's been...
- A lot of years.
Yeah, I don't get back much.
Why... What are you doing here?
I have a client over at the prison,
a real mess.
Smells like Cheerios.
Gene Pitney, 24 Hours From Tulsa.
Wherever you go next,
does the tape get erased?
- Hey, I'm her witness.
- Good luck.
Sorry, that was...
Um.
Yeah, I would love to hear more,
but I have...
I have an open house.
Actually, that's why I'm here.
I've been seeing your signs
all around town.
You wanna sell your mom's place?
Yeah.
- Do you know Alan Pangborn?
- Frequent flyer.
We're getting to the stage
where she needs full-time care.
Isn't Sheriff Pangborn...
Yeah, we're making some changes.
- Soon.
- Um...
I can't help you.
I'm sorry?
I am... I'm just so
overwhelmed here,
and I can't take a new client.
Also, with my parents' house
being directly across the street,
it's probably a conflict of interest.
So... I can refer you
to someone else.
No, no.
No, I'll just...
Did I say something wrong?
No. Of course not. You...
It was really good seeing you.
You too.
Fuck you, Dad.
Hey.
You wanna see my room?
It's a lot cooler
than it used to be.
I go to Catholic school now.
- My dad made me.
- I know.
What are Violent Femmes?
A band.
"Femme" is a girl. In French.
You know,
he's not my real father.
Obviously.
Yeah.
I know what you do in your room.
Touching your thing.
Feels like
fireworks.
- I never...
- I can't explain it,
but I can hear what you're thinking
and feeling.
When you're brushing your teeth,
when you're out in the woods,
it's like I'm out there with you.
Henry!
Henry, where'd you go?
Son, I want you back in this house
right now.
Henry!
You tell Valerie yet?
Fuck no, I didn't tell her
about the money.
She'd blow it on the mortgage.
I'm buying an Xbox
and a pound of weed.
You're gonna spend your bonus on
a fucking Fisher-Price Jumperoo?
It's not a bonus, it's a bribe.
So we don't talk.
About what?
Hey.
Hey, Nicky boy, sit the fuck down!
- Hang on. Hey, you better sit down.
- Yo!
Hey, sit down!
Sit down.
Look, he's scheduled the hearing.
He's gonna get you out,
but you gotta help yourself.
Come on, sit down.
The dude doesn't eat.
Except for Wonder Bread.
Barely sleeps.
Just kinda walks
in these little circles.
Guys watch him on CCTV now.
"Nick at Nite."
Some of the COs call him Nick now.
Like Nick Cage.
- 'Cause we found him in a cage.
- All right, I get it.
Yeah.
Look, I can pull
the security footage.
All right? That would look real good
on CNN.
Yeah, let's hold off on that.
Listen.
You gotta earn his trust.
Get him to tell you
how he got there.
I know how he got there.
Should have seen him eye-fucking
Warden Lacy's picture.
I need more.
You gotta tell him, all right?
Yeah, onus probandi, right?
Burden of proof.
Just Wikipedia.
Funny, man, you work in
law enforcement,
nobody knows shit about the law.
Hey, how long does it take
to become a lawyer, anyway?
I was thinking...
I don't know, maybe when all
this is done, I go back to school.
You can write me like
a recommendation or something.
Uh, yeah.
Sure thing.
What the fuck?
Really?
I'm telling you,
this town ain't for shit.
My mom's boyfriend's house
got broken into last month.
He came home and two Oxy fiends
were carrying
his microwave out the back door.
It's probably the same assholes.
- Yeah, maybe.
- What'd they take?
I don't know.
I don't think anything's missing.
Huh.
Squatters?
- But you didn't see anybody.
- Nope.
Yeah, there's property damage.
Please hold, ma'am.
You know,
if you hired me full-time,
I could clean up
this whole place for you.
Cool murder basement.
Is that what I think it is?
Oh, shit.
You lived down the street from him,
so you had, like, a front-row seat.
Did he do it?
Did he whack his father?
I have such a crazy day tomorrow.
Um, you know, I didn't sleep last night,
and I think right now
I need to focus on
my Local Color presentation.
Thanks for asking, Corey.
Phase one
in any community revitalization.
Phase one,
you've got to know the community.
You've got to know the community.
Thanks for asking, Corey.
I was born in Maine.
I was born in Maine.
Thanks for asking, Corey.
I was born in Maine.
I'm a proud,
fifth-generation Maineiac.
When I say Castle Rock
has excellent bones...
Don't say "bones."
Molly Strand. It's Henry Deaver.
Did he ever say anything
about running away?
Pull it together.
Pull it together.
I don't know anything.
Mr. Deaver is fighting for his life.
Shit.
Damn it!
Well, well, if it isn't
old Miss Layaway.
You follow me now?
I asked around at the school,
and they said to try here.
I said I was your college counselor.
Yeah? How are my chances?
I've got money.
Looks like we got
a real free-market tragedy here.
Demand, but no supply.
What?
My gran brings the pills
down from Skowhegan.
Her gout took a bad turn.
They have her on bed rest, so...
Check back next week or whatever.
I'm having
a really bad fucking day.
This guy I used to know
came back to town,
and it's really fucking me up, and...
I'm gonna be on TV in the morning.
I need my pills.
How many Minions you kill
to make that jacket?
Six.
Listen, if you really need a fix
that bad,
you can always try your luck
at the Motor Court.
Timberland Motor Court.
Ask for Derek.
I can't explain it.
I can hear what you're thinking
and feeling.
You know,
he's not my real father.
Obviously.
"In the twinkling of an eye,
at the last trumpet.
"The trumpet will sound
and the dead will be raised,
"imperishable."
Do you hear it?
Do you hear it now?
Henry!
Hello?
Hi.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah.
Where's Derek?
Okay.
Bring her up here, Bailiff.
Immediately.
You don't have to help me.
You have to follow
the court's rules.
That means I have to escort you.
Sit still, witness.
I'll tell you everything I know.
You have to be sworn in first.
Do you swear to tell the truth,
the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth?
Yes.
Tell the court, what did you see?
Her sneaker was full of blood.
What was the cause of death?
Holes punched in her stomach.
Her head was bashed against
a rock or a stone.
And in your professional opinion,
Coroner,
how would you categorize
this murder?
Was it a crime of passion?
The wounds on the body
were deep and red,
so we believe the murderer
was someone she knew.
Could it have been
someone in her family?
Maybe. We can't test the blood
for that.
Or maybe it was her best friend.
I'm looking for someone.
Go on with your testimony.
I don't care about
your game, okay?
- Sit down.
- Just tell Derek I'm here.
If you want what you came for,
then sit down.
I won't tolerate
any further interruptions.
I will have order in this court.
- The court appreciates your testimony...
- Where are your parents?
They're out drunk.
Our moms are out drunk,
but our daddies are at Shawshank.
All of them?
You understand that
you're on trial for murder?
Yes, Your Honor.
Do you understand that these
charges carry the penalty of death?
- It wasn't me.
- Say "Not guilty" if it wasn't you.
I'm not guilty, Your Honor.
But the person who murdered
is in this courtroom.
- Point to him.
- What is this?
Okay, I don't know what this is,
but somebody take me
to Derek right now.
Appeal denied.
What does the jury say?
Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!
Order.
- Guilty!
- Order.
You are remanded
to the death house.
- Let go of me.
- I'm Derek.
The kids don't know about the Oxy,
just pretend
you're still playing the game.
It's $60 for three pills.
And I wanna see your tits.
Fuck you.
I'll give you $100 for 10.
Okay?
Fuck!
Fucking cops.
"Duffel bag containing
one collapsible walking stick,
"one Bible,
two rubber kitchen gloves,
- "couple of MoonPie wrappers."
- MoonPies?
A little going-away present
for himself.
And that's everything that was
in the warden's car? No note?
And about 30 gallons of water.
Couple of trout.
Where'd you send the DNA?
- DNA?
- You didn't take samples?
For a suicide?
You gotta test the rubber gloves.
Everything that was in the vehicle.
Little cop wisdom for you.
Suicides solve themselves.
Yeah, I appreciate that. I do.
But I'm actually looking
for my client's DNA.
The one Lacy kept in a bear cage?
If you say so.
Well, fine.
Court order it is.
Practically everybody
in this county's got family
working at that prison.
I'm sure Janice at the courthouse
will make it her top priority.
Hey, Carl.
The real estate queen
is demanding her own cell.
They're having a catfight
down there.
Fuck her.
Sounds like you
had quite a night.
Wanna tell me what happened?
Not really.
Booking officer said
you'll pay a fine.
I'm not sure what impound charges are
in 2018.
Then there's my fee.
I'm only $700, but...
You can probably talk me down
to a Grand Slam breakfast.
Okay.
We can't do this.
What?
I'm more than happy to
compensate you for your time.
Thank you. Maybe you have
some kind of payment plan or...
Sorry, did I miss something?
I have a medical condition.
Okay.
I feel things.
- People do that.
- No, I feel things
that other people are feeling.
And some people are
louder than others.
You...
Okay. You know
when you get a song
stuck in your head,
and you can't think about
anything else.
What you were doing
five minutes ago,
what you wanted for dinner.
All you can think about
is the fucking Bee Gees,
or whatever.
When we were kids,
you were that song for me.
And I'm not saying
you're a bad song.
You're obviously a very handsome
song, and charming, and smart,
and you dress better than the rest
of the songs in this town, but...
Yesterday
you barely remembered my name.
That was a lie. I was lying.
Things happen when we're together.
- When we're...
- And it can be overwhelming.
And sometimes,
I can lose track of myself,
and I cannot afford to do that again.
I had a very important day today.
I signed a five-year lease
on the mill downtown.
I had a whole plan, whole plan,
and I was supposed to go
on Local Color this morning
- to talk about it.
- The TV show?
Yes. You know,
and then I spend five minutes with
you, and the next thing you know,
I'm in a jail cell
with some prostitute
who can unhinge her jaw
like a python and...
What time were you
supposed to be on TV?
Like 10:00, but I was supposed
to be there at 9:00 for the...
Hey. This one right here?
We gotta get it back.
- Local Color?
- Over there.
Yeah, I can hold.
Hey, David, thanks for
returning my call.
You are not gonna believe
what's going on up here.
We're two degrees
from the state of nature.
They kept him in a cage.
Yeah, yeah, like a circus tiger.
No charge, no trial, no arrest.
And habeas isn't proven,
so they're basically
pretending he doesn't exist.
No, no, I wouldn't
put it past them.
That's why I'm calling you.
It's L-A-C-Y.
You're his lawyer.
He asked for you.
...to make a call.
- Five minutes to air.
- Tell him we've got
a history of irregular activity
with this guy...
An old adage goes,
"If you want something done,
"ask a busy person."
No one these days is busier
than real estate agent Molly Strand.
I believe she's the go-getting gal
Castle County needs
in its revitalization...
We're two degrees
from the state of nature.
Kept him in a cage.
She understands
the importance of collaboration,
new vision, embraces tech,
job opportunities,
and are those ethnic fusion restaurants?
Mmm-mmm!
Molly, why don't you go ahead
and tell us what we're looking at?
Sorry, I...
Well, the town's future
is so bright,
she has to wear shades.
- Can I get a cup of coffee, please?
- Well, you made a beautiful diorama
depicting the hamlet known
as Castle Rock,
although it's grown
a pedestrian mall.
Uh-oh.
Obviously, the economy's
not what it used to be,
but our downtown core
still has great bones.
Well, some folks
might question whether Castle Rock
requires such
a radical transformation.
Now, what would you say
to neighbors
who, well, like things the way
they are?
You're his lawyer.
He asked for you.
But you have to say it.
We are not bringing
a criminal defense attorney...
Molly?
I'd tell them to wake the fuck up.
Oh!
There's a young man right now
in a cell at Shawshank State Prison
whose constitutional due process
was never respected.
Who was locked in a tiger cage,
no trial, no arrest,
and this is just the latest
in a pattern of abuses
by our local authorities
that stretches back decades.
So, yes, I think Castle Rock
is ready for a little change.
- Uhh...
- Cut to commercial.
And we're clear.
The truth is, this guy
could actually have a record, so...
Ordinarily, I wouldn't have gone
to the press.
Risky, but...
Guess we'll off-road.
Listen, I don't know how you know
all that about my client,
but I appreciate
you trying to help me.
I know.
Well, it was good to see you.
You, too.
Mr. Deaver.
Do you remember
that old toothpaste commercial?
"You never get a second chance
to make a first impression"?
I think we got off
on the wrong foot.
I'll be honest,
I was surprised to get your call.
Didn't think anyone watched
cable access anymore.
Press might not be so good
for your client.
I'm sure you know.
Finally acknowledging
my client exists, then?
It's the maximum settlement
under state law, $300,000.
For wrongful conviction,
which this isn't.
This is kidnapping.
Also, "Plaintiff shall hold harmless
"prime contractor, all directors,
officers and employees."
This isn't a settlement,
it's an indemnification.
The actions of one rogue ex-employee
don't reflect the values
of Northeast Correctional
or its shareholders.
Throwing the old warden
under the bus.
Where you throw dead perverts.
This is a turnkey solution.
He signs the NDA, he walks away
with more than he'll make
in his lifetime.
We both know that
the longer he stays in here,
the longer we have to prove
that he's not just some victim.
In my experience, there aren't
a lot of victims on the inside,
no matter how they got here.
Dandruff.
- What?
- The commercial.
It was dandruff shampoo.
Let's see what he says.
Henry Deaver?
Are you okay?
Physically?
Has anyone threatened you?
Hey,
I want you to listen.
I'm your lawyer now.
And your lawyer is telling you
that we have a brand-new strategy
from this moment.
You wanna keep saying my name,
great.
Just don't tell anyone yours.
If you got no name, you got
no charge, no crime, no story.
As crazy as that may seem,
that's the best thing you have
going for you, so I won't ask,
and you don't tell.
You understand?
Has it begun?
Our new game plan starts now.
Okay?
Okay?
Okay.
Good.
There's an offer on the table.
The prison wants to
cap punitive damages
in exchange for letting you walk.
I say we employ
the tried-and-true legal strategy
of "Go fuck yourself."
Sounds better in Latin.
In about a week,
a circuit court judge
is gonna hear our habeas request.
There'll be about half an hour
of witness testimony,
and then you're gonna walk out
of that courthouse a free man.
The day after,
we file for civil damages,
and when that's over, you're gonna
own the whole damn county.
Turn this place
into your boat garage.
- Boats?
- That's right.
How many years old are you?
Thirty-nine.
Do you hear it now?
Time's up. Let's go.
Come on.
Hello?
Oh, God, what a disaster.
Hello?
No, no! Stay away!
Stay away! Fuck!
Behold,
I will tell you a mystery.
No! No!