Castle Rock

Gordon teaches history.

- Where do you teach? - Des Moines.

We're looking for a change of pace.

There is a lot of history in this town‐‐

not all of it good.

We knew your father.

You're Henry Deaver, aren't you?

What's in the basement?

Don't make me call the state police.

You're lagging. Let's go.

Which way do you think it is, son?

Your father called it...

...The Voice of God.

Inside this chamber is total silence‐‐

perhaps the only total silence on Earth.

Hey!

Something terrible is going to happen.

You haven't aged one day,

not for 27 years.

The reason, the stain...

The curse on our town.

Suspected arson

at Juniper Hills Hospital.

Police have released a photo, but not a name.

Dragging evil behind you everywhere you went.

And after all these years...

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

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.

Well...

then perhaps I'm a fool‐‐

but... a fool with tenure.

But...

you know what I just can't forget?

That you fucked my wife.

Wow.

It's certainly beautiful country.

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?

- You're good. - More.

All right.

More, more, more, more, more.

‐ Down here? ‐ There.

All right, got it.

Widow said he made hundreds of paintings.

Wonder where the rest of them are.

Oh, hey, I found the key to the basement!

Gordon?

You comin' up?

Yeah, five minutes.

I thought we could, um...

give it a shot?

Can't we just say it never happened?

I'm trying.

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

Absolutely.

OK, great. Bye‐bye.

Gordon.

We got a booking.

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.

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.

How long have you been married?

‐ Uh, 13 years. ‐ It's, uh, two for me.

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.

Thank you.

Mmm.

Gordon?

Gordon?

Aah!

Henry!

It's Molly.

Henry. It's me, OK?

Come on.

Where are those men?

I don't know.

They really just locked you in there and left?

Were 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.

I thought I knew how the world worked.

What was real and what's not.

I sound crazy.

People have been calling me crazy my whole life.

You get used to it.

I'm sorry.

You're not crazy.

Front door open.

Wendell?

Mom?

Wendell?

What are you doing here?

Where's my son?

He's not here.

Where is he?

Front door open.

Wendell.

‐ You aight? ‐ 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.

Back door open.

Where you going?

You shouldn't be here.

What did you do?

She was afraid.

Confused.

She killed him.

I cleaned up.

If we take the body into the woods‐‐

What are you talking about?

We have to protect her.

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.

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.

Copy that, dispatch.

Hands up.

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.

Oh, shit.

‐ Oh, Jesus Christ. ‐ OK, calm down.

Hello?

Hello.

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.

Alright, 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.