All language subtitles for Castle Rock S02E07 The Word

Nadia, I'm sorry.

I could never make it right.

There's no forgiving it.

Don't blame Abdi.
This is my fault.

He was just trying
to protect you.

- You and Pop?
- What the hell?

‐ How could you know something
like that and not tell me?

‐ Nadia, come on.

Did you know that 400 years ago,

Jerusalem's Lot was called
New Jerusalem?

New Jerusalem was settled

by a very special group
of people.

In many ways, this land...

‐ ACE: Is still theirs.

They never surrendered,
and they never will surrender.

It's all happening exactly
as Amity said it would.

We had our own witches
right here in Castle Rock, people.

‐ They were Satanists,

not witches.

Made a bad deal with
the wrong hombre, those folks.

They burned for it.

Annie.

Amen.

‐ Non, non, Marius.

Amity.

All right, bring it in, guys.

Volunteers, team leaders,

gather round, gather round.

I want to thank you all
for coming out

to volunteer
for our 400th anniversary.

Now, the event is gonna start
at 3:00 sharp,

and it should take us
about two hours

to get the parade down Route 9.

We will conclude in front
of the church in Castle Rock,

where we will kick off
four days of festivities

leading up
to the 400th anniversary.

‐ We, uh... still
aren't taking her in?

Sit tight, Rook.

‐ Deputy, here's the thing.

I don't want a lawyer.

I did it.
That's the story, soup to nuts.

So this is a‐‐
‐ Confession, yes, sir.

She broke into my room,
trying to rob me.

She had a gun.

I did what I had to do.

The end.

I wanna talk to my daughter!

These yours?

Yeah, so what?

‐ Why don't you
walk me through it?

‐ It's not that complicated.

She attacked me. I killed her.

‐ Uh‐huh, and where does
the syringe come into it?

‐ I'm a nurse.

‐ You used the syringe

on the victim first?

‐ There you go.

So I dust the syringe,
your prints I'll find?

‐ A lot of people
touched that syringe.

That's the nature
of hospital work.

I'm a nurse, see?

‐ Ms. Ingalls,
did you know the deceased?

‐ Not until she broke
into my room.

'Cause we got her phone.

There's a call. Maine number.

She got it in New York.

Nearest we figure,
she hightailed it here

right after
she received the call.

Why?

‐ I don't know why

a crazy woman
does what she does.

I don't know, and I don't care.

I care about my daughter.

What's gonna happen to her?

Little love!

Oh!

Oh, I don't know
why those yokels

are keeping us here all night,

but whatever they're trying
to get you to say, don't.

Don't say a word.

Joy, you saved me out there.

You shouldn't have.

I didn't deserve it.

For now why don't you
just let me

do the saving for a change,
okay?

Okay, it's gonna be all right,
little love.

I'll get you clear of this.

Let's go. ‐ Where?

- ‐ Now, both of you.
- The police station?

She's a minor,

and she's got nothing
to do with this!

‐

‐ John.

‐ How much longer you got?

‐ Quite a grapevine they got
in this shithole.

The king is dead.

That's a big headline
for a small town.

‐ Welcome back, by the way.

It's good to be back.

Portland, State,
I've done the grand tour.

It's nice they brought us home.

‐ Weeks.

What?

‐ You asked how long I got.

Weeks?

Damn.

Well, I got‐‐uh, let's see...

‐ Life. POP: Huh.

Looks like we're gonna
just miss you, John.

What a shame.

‐ So what the fuck
are you doing here, Reggie?

‐ I was telling a war story
the other day.

I thought of you.

‐ Yeah, real soldiers
don't tell war stories.

We both know that.

Real soldiers know that nobody
wants to fucking hear them.

‐ Yeah, and then real soldiers
come home from the bar

and pop their wives
a good one in the head, right?

‐ There it is.
‐ Hit them so hard, they don't get up?

‐ Yeah, what do you want me
to say, Reg?

‐ That what real soldiers do,
John?

You're spending your last breath

telling me I'm a piece of shit?

I regret to inform you,
that news has beat you here.

My life ended 30 years ago.

Both my boys got your name.

Not mine.

You think I don't know
what I am?

You think I ain't had time
to think about this?

‐ You know who ain't
had the time?

My sister.

Maybe if you'd told one more
fucking war story

and had one less fucking case
of beer,

Brenda'd still be alive.

‐ 30 years and here you are
with all the answers.

Is that why you came?

‐

I came here to forgive you.

‐

What bullshit is this, Reg?

‐ It's the truth.

‐ Forgiveness?

That don't wash.

Everyone deserves forgiveness,

even you.

I forgive you.

What the fuck is
really going on, Reg?

You swing in here acting like
the fucking pope

two days after my own son's
sitting across from me

for the first time
in two decades‐‐

‐ Chris was here? ‐ Ace.

I barely recognized him.

Come on, Reg.

What the fuck gives?

‐ My fuckup nephew come in here?

Hey, Jimmy.

Remember who you're talking to.

‐ I figured he couldn't
hurt anything down there

'cause there's nothing left
to hurt.

‐ Nothing left
to hurt down where?

Old Warden Lacy's hole,

where he kept that gimp.

Block F.

What the fuck do
they's want down in F?

They gave me a
hundred reasons not to ask.

They just kinda...
looked around.

Guess they wanted
to know where it went down.

That cage is still in the tank.

They never took it down.

But the really weird thing was‐‐

‐ Spit it out, boy.

‐ The shit's locked.

There were, like,
a pile of clothes inside.

Sweats, you know?

Prison‐issue.

‐ What?

I hear Ace

is making all the stops.

I mean, Block F?

Marsten place?

‐ You mean Marsten's house?

That boy must
be up to something.

He's always got an angle,
you know?

‐ Merci, ma prophète.

Pop.

‐ You wanna tell me what you're
doing in this fucking place?

‐ We're a group
of like‐minded individuals

fostering accord
between two communities,

Castle Rock and Salem's Lot,

all on the eve
of our 400th anniversary.

Are you going to the parade?

‐ Do you know the history
of this shithole?

‐ History does not define
a thing, Pop.

You of all people
should know that.

‐ You better start explaining.

‐ You have questions. I get it.

You get it?

Maybe you can help me get it,
Ace.

Help me get what the fuck you
were doing over at the prison.

Help me get
what you're doing here.

‐ I've had some...

revelations about myself,

the kind of life I've led.

Turns out... I wasn't alone.

I'm not buying it, Ace.

You, Hassan, bunch of townies,

fucking Rainbow Coalition.

What the fuck is going on here?

What the fuck were you doing
at the prison

paying off guards,
trying to get into Block F?

‐ I don't know what you mean.

You should go, Pop.

My friends don't want you
in their house.

‐ I got to talk to you.

‐ You told Nadia?

That feel good?

Getting it all off your chest?

‐ She figured it out on her own.

‐ Well, now she won't talk
to me either.

Is there anything
you can't fuck up?

Now, get out, Pop.
I'm done with your shit.

‐ You got to watch your back,
Abdi.

‐ You're here
to threaten me again?

‐ I'm warning you about Ace.

‐ A little late for that.
‐ And your man.

The big one, Hassan?

- They're working together.
- Bullshit.

‐ I seen them together
up at Marsten.

- ‐ Hassan?
- Not just them either.

Cops,
the goddamn city councilwoman,

all listening to fucking Ace?

Something's wrong.

Something bad is coming.

Listen to me.

I'm old enough
to remember things

you can't even fucking imagine.

‐ And I'm old enough to remember

that a fucking week ago,
I was tied to a fucking chair.

Stay away from me and my family.

Nearly all 38 of us
have our new vessels.

Soon our prophet will return.

‐ Tomorrow
the final steps begin.

We'll do it here,

where the most people
will be gathered,

before their temple
to their false God.

‐ The police have the vessel.

Ms. Wilkes.

‐ Patrice. ‐ What?

‐ The prophet's vessel.

She's gotten herself
into some trouble.

She just became
your responsibility.

Non, non, non! Amity!

Aidez‐moi!

‐

Mon Dieu!

‐ You didn't bring her.

She's at the station

and it's gonna take some time.

But, Augustin,
her head's swimming

with the same evil medicines
as this one.

Antipsychotics.

We almost lost Helene.

We could lose the prophet too.

‐ It's not a problem
now that we know.

We'll sober her, clear the fog.

‐ There isn't time for that.

Augustin, please, we didn't know

about these
mind‐altering chemicals,

nor did the prophet.

‐ She brought me back.

The Wilkes woman
brought all of us back.

‐ You're seeing signs
where there are none.

And what signs do you
see, Patrice?

What vessel is suitable?

Clearly you have
the gift of sight.

The angel has touched you.

Show us the proper vessel.

‐

‐

Castle Rock's 400th
anniversary parade has begun!

Here she comes, folks!

The Witch of Jerusalem's Lot.

Give yourselves a hand
for coming out today,

celebrating 400 years of beauty.

Now let's all give a big, warm
Castle Rock welcome

to the brothers and sisters
of Jerusalem's Lot!

‐ I haven't seen a crowd
this big

since the 1992 Thanksgiving Day!

Let's hear it for Castle Rock!

Look at that car.

What the fuck?

‐ Any trouble so far?

‐ Oh, no. All's well.

I can let you through if you
need to get to the emporium.

‐ No, I'm gonna take a look.

Hey, folks, please welcome

Castle Rock's very own
Pastor Drew.

‐ I'm glad you could make it.

Good afternoon, good afternoon.

I see a lot of my parishioners
out there.

We thank you for coming.
We are so thankful.

We want to share our gratitude
with you with a gift.

Ace.

‐ A blessing that will
unify all of us.

What the fuck are you
doing, Ace?

Excuse me, sir!
‐ Hey, where you going, Pop?

- Something bad is coming!
- Step back.

- What are you up to?
- Come on.

‐ Get off me!

Get off!

‐ Let me tell you a story
about starting over.

Someone once said

that every good story
ends where it begins.

Well, this one begins
right here in Castle Rock,

and it will end here too.

Bad Robot.