Castle Rock

Warden Lacy, he told me

he had always thought the Devil

was just a metaphor, but now he knew

the Devil was a boy.

Shit!

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."

I adopted a black son.

It's me. I'm Henry.

Yeah. 'Course you are.

Where is he? Who?

- My father. - They moved him

to a yard up in Bangor by the airport.

Henry Matthew Deaver.

Big mess with the state police when he was a kid,

pulled some stunt, ran away from home...

people thought somebody took him.

No frostbite.

You been inside somewhere?

Henry?

Henry, where'd you go?

Where'd you go, son?

( "Clap Hands" by Tom Waits plays )

Would it kill you to smile?

It's downright roomy in here

now that you got the place to yourself, huh?

Oh, your, um, your lawyer friend

filed some papers in district court.

We'll... see how that goes.

See, we're the biggest employer in the county.

We got a lot of friends, too.

It's really too bad you didn't take our deal.

Hmph.

Mind if I sit?

You know, we're a subsidiary of a big multinational.

Private security, combat solutions.

I spent eight months in the sandbox

after they pulled Saddam out of his hole.

We were on cleanup duty...

all the old-timers that weren't ready to see Saddam go.

We had this one guy,

Republican Guard, no name, just like you,

everybody thought he was mute.

So what we did is...

we fed him his own teeth.

Real slow. Clean Plate Club.

And by the time we got to his molars...

he had a name.

List of other names, too.

He has a name.

What?

He has a name written on him

which no one knows except himself.

He's clothed...

with a robe dipped in blood,

and his name is called the Word of God.

Back up.

Hey, I said back the fuck up.

Hey. Hey!

Lieutenant!

Lieutenant!

( prisoners shouting in distance )

( "24 Hours from Tulsa" by Gene Pitney plays on car radio )

So, you've got a hearing scheduled.

Who's the judge?

Not assigned yet.

- This your only tape? - Damn thing's stuck in there.

- ( switches to radio ) These liberals

just don't get it. In fact, let's just

- Better? - call them socialists

once and for all and be done with it.

And we, the taxpayers foot the bill...

What you want to do is,

skip rows A through C...

that's just chockablock still-births.

Keep on goin' down till you see row T.

Your father is there.

Once I find it, what do I do?

I need a John Handcock from the original signatory.

Beautiful spot you picked out here.

This whole thing's fuckin' pointless, if you ask me.

My father deserves better than this landfill.

He should be at his church.

When are they gonna deliver him?

They've got a week.

I'll be gone in a week.

Right after the hearing.

Your mother'll miss you.

- I'm taking her with me, Alan. - What?

There's a facility. Not too far away, in Houston.

- Facility? - A home. Elder care.

Castle Rock's her home.

She's my responsibility, not yours.

God. I'll marry her.

Make it legal.

Legal.

She barely knows what year it is.

You gonna sign the marriage license for her too?

- Fuckin' ungrateful. - What's that?

Ungrateful? For what?

For pulling me out of the woods?

Let me ask you something.

What were you doing out in those woods that morning, anyway?

The day you found me, wh... what were you doing out there?

My job.

I had been missing since Christmas.

Eleven days, presumed dead.

Lucky for you I didn't see it that way.

Fuck that Gary Cooper shit, Alan.

You were out there for her. My mother.

How long has it been going on with you two, anyway?

- Thirty years? - Leave it alone.

Maybe that's why you sent him up here.

Did he know? About you two?

Help me!

Please. In the name of mercy, help me.

You're not one of them.

There he is.

It's the missing person.

I would have called 9-1-1, but you're it.

We stopped off at my trailer after we got back.

- "We"? - Yeah.

- Henry and me. - Oh!

Well, I'm glad you're both makin' the effort.

How'd you get him in the boat?

He's not exactly an outdoorsman.

No, we weren't fishin'.

We drove up north to Augusta.

You remember.

Yeah, 'course I do.

You know the Bonsans out on Pine?

They lit out for Georgia last month.

Had enough New England winter.

Del Bonsan never shovels his own walk.

I don't know.

Might be nice.

Go someplace warm, I mean.

Where we don't have to fight so hard.

I like fightin'.

I thought I'd ask Henry about Houston.

Maybe you'd like to be closer to your boy.

No. Fine right where I am, thank you.

I'd rather just fall in my traces.

Like the skjaldmaen.

Okay, like the skjald...

Shield-maidens. From the sagas.

Fearsome warriors.

I love it when you talk Viking to me.

The prison offered 300,000.

Dollars? And... they just let him go?

- You're not taking it? - Nah. Take their money,

you gotta take their version of the story.

And just like that, it goes from being a kidnapping

to a clerical error.

- Kidnapping? - Mm-hmm.

Nothing else to call what they did to that kid.

Yeah. But, I mean,

people thought maybe you'd been kidnapped, right?

Do you think that's why you came back?

Because it reminded you.

You OK?

You know, you'd make a good lawyer.

Sorry.

It's just you kinda went somewhere.

Oh, I've just been having these, uh...

I really don't know what to call it,

these little daydreams. Nothin'.

Well, I, uh,

I see things sometimes, too.

Well, shit.

I guess there's something in the water

over on North Prospect, huh?

What do you see?

It's hard to explain.

Um... pictures from the past...

people.

Guilty just for daydreaming.

Hmm. What in the world do you have

to feel guilty about, Molly Strand?

Yeah, there's actually...

there is something

I think I should... tell you...

Hey.

There you are.

Dennis. How'd you know I'd be here?