Castle Rock

Henry Deaver is in town.

- So? - Oh, please,

Ms. Pre-teen 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.

- Got a condition. - Forty gets you eight fives.

You know, the best cure

for social anxiety? 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 chained

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 coverage is 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... - 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.

That's because there's no job base

if you don't want to 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's gonna slip into a coma

before you hit phase two.

So, what happens when I get there?

I just tell 'em 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?

Of course. Henry.

Sorry. I didn't, um...

- It's been... - A lot of years.

Yeah, I don't get back much.

Why are... 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."

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, um,

I have an open house.

Actually, that's why I'm here.

I've been seeing your signs all around town.

You want to sell your mom's place?

- Yeah, I... - Do you know Alan Pangborn?

- ...she needs full-time care. - Isn't Sheriff Pangborn...

Yeah. We're making some changes.

Um...

I can't help you.

I'm sorry?

I am... I'm just so... overwhelmed here,

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, um, I can refer you to someone else.

N-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 ain't never... - I can't explain it, but...

I can hear what you're thinking and feeling.

When you're brushing your teeth,

and 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!

C block, count time in 30 minutes.

You tell Valerie yet?

Fuck no, I didn't tell her about the money.

She'd blow it on the mortgage.

I'm buyin' an Xbox and a pound of weed.

You gonna spend your bonus on fuckin' Fischer-Price Jumperoo?

It's not a bonus, it's a bribe.

So they don't talk.

About what?

Hey.

Hey! Mickey boy!

- Sit the fuck down! Yo! - Hey.

You better sit down.

Hey! Sit down!

Sit down.

Look, he's scheduled a hearing, he's gonna get you out,

but you gotta help yourself.

Come on, sit down.

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...

- 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.

Shoulda seen him eye-fucking Warden Lacy's picture.

Nah. I need more.

You gotta tell him, all right?

Onus probandi, right?

Burden of proof.

Oh, 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 thinkin'... I don't know,

maybe when all this is done, I go back to school.

You can write me, like, a recommendation or somethin'.

Uh... yeah. Sure thing.

What the fuck?

Ohh. Really?

I'm tellin' 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.

- Aw. Yeah, maybe. - What'd they take?

I... I don't know,

I-I don't think anything's missing.

Huh.

Squatters? But you didn't see anybody.