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What brings you home?

Kidnapping.

Oh, fuck!

Nothing else to call
what they did to that kid.

Do you think
that's why you came back?

'Cause it reminded you?

Henry?

No frostbite.
You been inside somewhere?

I've had a beautiful experience.

‐ And I heard it.
‐ What?

You're saying my dad
believed he could hear God?

Other heres. Other nows.

All possible pasts,
all possible presents‐‐

the schisma is
the sound of the universe

trying to reconcile them.

"Never again
let him see the light of day."

That's what God told me.

You know me.

I don't know anything about you.

You do.
And I know you.

Out there in the woods.

That's where you died.

Do you hear it?

We have to go to the woods.

Why did you ask for me?

Young man...

who are you?

Henry Deaver.

God turned His back
on this place.

Abandoned us‐‐
that's what people say.

Or they say
He's punishing us for our sins,

like Sodom and Gomorrah.

You remember
the helicopter crash.

How about the school bus?

People say...

"It wasn't me!"

"It was this place."

And the thing is...

they're right.

When I was a boy
my mother told me a story...

about resurrection.

She was young...

alone...

and convinced the Devil
had a hold of me.

And maybe he did.

Or maybe he had a hold
of my mother.

But then...

a miracle happened.

The Lord, He saved
both of us that day.

He brought me back
from the dead,

like His only son.

I dedicated the rest of my life
to His grace,

to fighting this great battle,

to hearing His voice.

"Let me stand athwart
the door," I told Him.

But God,

He doesn't take requests.

So I waited... for years...

...for instructions.

And then one day...

...one terrible day...

God answered.

Continuity. It's hard work.

We don't notice we're doing it,

but we are placing events
in sequence

so that our lives make sense.

When continuity is interrupted,

everything starts to slide.

Higher‐order functions
become challenging.

Reason and judgment erode.

Can't manage finances,
drive a car,

planning and
problem‐solving gone.

And ultimately, confusion
with time and space.

That is the story
of Alzheimer's disease.

Or rather, it has been...

until now.

This here is Puck.

Now, Puck was born with
a strong genetic predisposition

for FCD.

Feline Cognitive Dysfunction.

Very similar to Alzheimer's
pathologically.

Apathy, confusion,
spatial disorientation.

That was before
we put our hippocampal implant

in his brain.

But now, Puck here is a miracle.

He remembers where
his food bowl is,

what time the sexy tabby next
door is basking on the patio.

Puck is finally in command
of his arch‐narrative again.

You see, Alzheimer's
jumbles your story.

And, um...

well, it turns off the lights.

We turn the lights back on.

You actually said that

with a straight face?

Yeah, I mean,

we could be profitable
in three years.

That is why people like me

do not let people like you
handle the money.

Hey, it's the 20th today,
isn't it?

‐ Aren't you supposed to...
‐ Yes, tomorrow.

‐ Tomorrow? OK.
‐ Patience is a...

It's not my strong suit.

Hold on.

Hey. Is‐‐ Is everything OK?

Not exactly.

I've got some bad news.

Is it Mom?

Ruth is fine.

It's about your dad.

You know, uh, I'll just
walk from here, thank you.

What do we say...

...to heartbreak?

The Book says,

"Death is swallowed up
in victory."

Hi.

Sorry to disturb you.

‐ Are you...
‐ Brigid.

Market must be crazy
if guys like you

are looking at a dump like that.

Two other speculators
were in from Portland

just yesterday.

You guys scan the obits, right?

‐ Uh...
‐ 'Cause I heard that

he actually did it
out on the lake.

Like...

Ya know. Not in the house,
if that makes a difference.

‐ I'm not a speculator.
‐ Oh.

You probably don't remember me,
but, um...

- Bridge!
‐ Yeah, I'm out here!

Hey.

Molly.

Henry Deaver?

- There you go.
‐ Thank you.

- Hey, Molly.
‐ Hi.

Here we go.

‐ Look at you.
‐ What?

‐ You're like the mayor.
‐ Please. Council Chair.

It's real power.

You used to be so shy
when we were kids.

People change, ya know?

Your sister seems
about the same.

Yeah, I guess
the lucky ones change.

The unlucky ones
cheat on their husbands

at a middle school
math conference

and end up couch surfing
at their sister's house

‐ for a year.
‐ Ouch.

Hmm. How's your mom?

‐ Um, Sarasota.
‐ Oh.

You know who she lives with?
Alan Pangborn.

‐ The old sheriff?
‐ Yeah.

They had a kinda... star‐crossed
thing back in the day.

He was the one who convinced her
to leave my dad.

A few days after
we ran off to Boston,

Alan shows up at the door.

And he, um...
takes good care of her now.

Um, she has Alzheimer's.

Oh, no. Henry, I'm so sorry.
I didn't know.

She got it pretty young.

Started forgetting
her Norse demigods,

then the rest went.

But she's the reason why
I got into the field, of course.

Of course.

One more thing I owe her.

She did the right thing
getting you out of here.

Can I ask you something?

Yeah.

My dad was nuts
for who knows how long‐‐

so why'd he
blow his head off now?

Did you ever talk to him?

Oh...

after he left the church,

I don't think
he talked to anyone.

D‐Do you remember
the flashlights?

Of course I do.

You always knew when I was up.

But even when my light was off,

you always knew.

Y‐You knew a lot of things.

Yeah, I was a... real busybody.
I always have been.

‐ It's really good seeing you.
‐ Yeah.

‐ Good night.
‐ Good night.

- So you really OK?
‐ I'm fine.

Yeah.
Everything's fine.

Look at the bright side.
We're new homeowners.

Stop.

- Aw, shit.
‐ What?

Lights just blew a fuse.

I don't even know
where the box is.

Hold on.

I found a flashlight.

I hope you don't
have to stay there too long.

Hey, it's‐‐it's tomorrow.

Today is tomorrow, the 21st,
so, uh...

‐ No. It hasn't come yet.
‐ Then you're late.

‐ By one day.
‐ Yeah, but, uh, I mean,

you're usually on time.

Just take a pregnancy test.

Ha! Did I mention
it's been one day?

The first month of trying,
yeah, I know,

but, um, I'm just...

I have a feeling.

Hey, I can't imagine

what it's like
being in that house

after all those years.

Yeah.

Just call me in the morning, OK?

I love you, Marren.

I love you.

Let's see...

No!

When was the last time
you talked to your father?

I don't know.

When I was about his age.

What is he saying?

Not saying anything yet.

I mean, besides your name.

Henry Deaver?

That's you, right?

Did your dad ever touch you?

What?

No. Look, my dad was fucked up,

but not like that.

How was he fucked up?

He, uh, thought he heard
the voice of God in the woods.

He used to drag me out there
in the dead of night,

middle of winter.

March me around...

hoping I'd hear it too.

Did you?

Hey, stop!
Come back here!

Hey! Hey!

It's OK. It's OK there.

Where was he trying to go?

...forest fires
took near 1,000 acres.

The drunk helicopter
pilot who killed‐‐

...and in the town plaza.

The school bus
and all those sweet children

died on the track.

This has been a curse
since the beginning,

since those original
French settlers

froze and starved 200 years ago.

The only survivor, a young girl,

reduced to cutting up and eating

the corpses of her own family.

Is that when it began?

God turned His back
on this place.

Abandoned us.

That's what people say.

Or they say he's punishing us‐‐

What if it's not just
one voice, but a choir?

Toward the end
of the worst of it...

the bad patch

that we had that spring.

Oh, sweet Lord in heaven...

Spent hours out there
every night

in those damn woods praying...

tryin' to hear it.

Thought if I could hear Him
again just once

He'd tell me how to end this...

end the bad patch.

But... He didn't.

Or I couldn't hear Him,

I just wasn't listening
hard enough.

But then I did hear something.

I heard something
at the back door,

this scritch‐scratching,
somethin' trying to get in.

This being a bad patch,

I pull my Louisville Slugger
out of the closet,

throw open that back door,

and there he was.

He looks at me.

He looks at the bat,
just as scared as can be.

Looks caught.
Can you blame him?

He's between a man with a bat

and those woods
he just came from.

Well, I'll tell ya, he wasn't
the only one scared.

I promise you,
I reached for the phone,

I was gonna call the police,
Child Service, the cavalry,

and then he starts saying,
"I heard it, Dad."

It was so loud, Dad.
It was all around us,

in my head, and it was too much.

And then you were gone,
and then I was gone,

and I woke up in the forest,

but suddenly
there was no more snow,

and then I walked into town
and it looked... different.

Castle Rock, but different.

"And not one person
in town knew me."

That's what he said,
not making a lick of sense,

and then he tells me a story.

He says he's my son. Henry.

Adopted.

He tells me a story
that the two of us

went to pray in Castle Woods,

that we were out there,
he says, to listen...

for Him.

And he heard it.

He said he'd really heard it.

No foolin' this time.

None of his mother's trickery
and deceit.

And there, right here,
he caught me,

because who would know that?

Who could possibly know that
that woman tried to trick me?

Did I test him more?
Of course I did.

I asked him how

I like my eggs cooked
over the propane stove.

The name we gave
to the bend and the view‐‐

he knew it.

He knew it... all.

And it‐‐

it felt like redemption.

Like he'd been returned to me.

Changed, but the same.

Restored.

My sweet Henry
back to me at last.

And it was then...

I realized what I'd done.

I'd wished‐‐ not prayed, wished.

Desired for this.
Yes, this.

And here it was

like I'd ordered it
off the damn TV.

Well, we know just who that is,
don't we?

Who gives you what you wish

when you need it most,

with just a string
or three attached.

I'd been bought‐‐ bought cheap.

This was no son of mine.

In the blindness of desire
and my naked want

I'd invited in the Deceiver.

I was just down the hill
from him this whole time.

I knew what he was like.

That's why I just...
tuned him out.

The stuff he said
the kid told him about my mom.

How she would tell me to lie
about hearing God in the woods

to get him off my back.

That happened.

What are you saying?

I don't know.

Ohh. But Henry...

listen to me.

Those things
that he talked about...

the helicopter going down,
the school bus crash...

they happened decades ago.

They go up to the 1400s.

So he recorded this one‐‐

No, but that kid
can't be more than 12.

There he stayed for years,

so many years,

and I grew old
and even lonelier.

There were moments
when I was weak.

We shared Christmases
in that basement,

Red Sox victories,

I taught him to carve
perfect figurines from soap

as I once did with my own boy.

And yes, of course,
I almost let him out.

Many times. Almost surrendered
to his story, his charms.

I suppose if someone
is listening to this,

maybe even Henry‐‐ my Henry‐‐

then you know
I finally did surrender.

But you listen to me, son.

As long as that devil walks
the streets of Castle Rock,

tragedy after tragedy
will pile up

and men will turn on their own.

Blood will run in the streets
until he is back in a cage.

I can find out
where they took him.

What's goin' on?

I know these guys.

We think he did it.

Seven people dead.

‐ Ten still missing.
‐ Oh, my God.

Has anyone seen the kid?

They took him away.

They think he did this.

Thanks.

Boy in the bed next to his

says he found the lighter,

saw him
set his mattress on fire.

How old is this kid?
Your witness.

Your boy's not denying it.

Just let us talk to him, Jim.

Henry's a doctor.

This boy is obviously
traumatized.

Henry just wants to help
however he can.

I'm Molly.

And this is Henry.

Do you know... your name?

Henry... Matthew...

Deaver.

Can you tell us how old you are?

Here. These might help.

OK. It's OK. Oh, sorry.

Can we ask you
one more question?

Did you start the fire
in the hospital?

Why?

I...

couldn't stop him.

The boy... in the bed...

next to mine. He was‐‐

He was too close.

Too close to what?

Oh, no...

We have to go. To the woods.

There's not much time left.

Do you hear it...
...twinkling of an eye...

...trumpet will sound
and the dead will...

‐ Do you hear it now?
‐ ...twinkling of an eye...

Together, together...

Your time's up.

Gotta take him upstairs.

He's been in a cage
for God knows how long.

You can't just
toss him into another one!

As the chairperson
of the city council,

I will take full responsibility.

What's goin' on?

He's coming with us.

CPS will be over tomorrow
morning to pick him up.

The boy doesn't leave
your residence.

Dennis will sweep your house
for weapons and incendiaries.

- You understand?
- Yes.

And he'll be right outside,
all night long.

Kid's already tried to run once.

We have to help him.

What are you talking about?

We have to take him...

where he wants to go.

Towards the sound.

To the woods?

For what?

I don't know.

Fuck! Fuck.

Hey, hold on!

Got eyes on the car.
They're on foot

half‐mile off the eastern side
of Castle Lake.

Copy that.

Police! Stay where you are!

Officer, everything is fine, OK?

‐ Calm down.
‐ Get on the ground right now!

Listen to me.
Listen to me.

Molly!

‐ Listen to me.
‐ Molly!

Goddamnit, Molly, stop!

Goddamnit, Molly, stop!

‐ What the fuck?
‐ What the hell did you do?!

Molly. Molly!

I shot in the air. It was...
a fuckin' warning shot.

It's OK. It's OK.

Everything's gonna be OK.

Call an ambulance!

It's OK. It's OK.

Help him.

Help him. Help him. Help him...

Molly? Molly?

Molly?

Henry!

Henry!

I wandered around... for days.

I was trying to get back...

and I couldn't.

Then Lacy found me.

Took me to Shawshank.

Said he heard the call.

Said I was the devil.

You believe me, don't you?

Bad Robot!