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I'll be gone in a week.

Your mother will miss you.

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

HENRY:
She barely knows what year it is.

Take off your shoes.

You know your father won't abide
any click-clacks in the house.

PANGBORN:
Yeah, they call her "Sundowner."

Nights are hard for your mom.

Warden Lacy,
he told me the devil was a boy.

And old Dale said he'd caught him.

Had locked the devil in a box.

DALE: To put an end
to all the horrors we've seen.

That's what God told me.

How long ago was this?

PANGBORN:
Don't let that fuckin' kid out.

Is it time to call Pruitt?

Hey. I can be your lawyer
if you want me to be.

But you have to say it.

ZALEWSKI: We're both
getting out of this shithole.

(SIREN BLARING)

Sit the fuck...

(GUNSHOT)

(EXPLOSION)

PSYCHOLOGIST: I'm gonna
read you a list of five words.

I'm gonna ask you
to repeat them in any order.

Once now,
and then again in a few minutes.

You ready?

Boat.

Family.

Church.

Dog.

White.

Boat, white, church,

dog, family.

(MACHINE WHIRRING)

(MACHINE BEEPING)

(MACHINE CLANKING)

(MACHINE CONTINUES CLANKING)

(DOOR OPENS)

- PSYCHOLOGIST: You okay?
- Yeah.

I'm not supposed to tell you this,

but your scan looks clear. To me.

Dr. Green will walk you through
your results.

So, what is it?

Do you listen to loud music
in your earbuds?

It could just be tinnitus.

Do you hear it right now?

Comes and goes.

Used to bother me
when I was a teenager.

Where you from?
I know you're not a Texan.

New Yorker.

Maine.

That's nice. Flat houses,
snow on Christmas. (CHUCKLES)

Yeah. Not exactly.

You get back there much?

No.

I guess everyone thinks they grew up
in the worst place on Earth, huh?

(SIRENS IN THE BACKGROUND)

TVANNOUNCER: Five days after the
massacre, we still have so few answers.

Why did the much-liked
corrections officer

unleash on his fellow guards?

Along with the shocking...

TVANNOUNCER 2:
...privatizing of the prison,

along with the suicide
of its beloved warden,

the tragedies at Shawshank
keep piling up.

TVANNOUNCER 3:
In other news, the wildfires

continue to spread
across Black Mountain,

engulfing as many as 200 acres.

Firefighting teams from across
the state are pitching in,

but the residents of dozens of houses
between Castle View

and Castle Lake have already
been evacuated.

(SIRENS WAILING)

I know.
I already had a hearing scheduled.

They pushed it three weeks after...

That's what I'm trying to tell...

Look, look, I left two messages
with the judge.

I have a client who's stuck
in Shawshank, and I... Hello?

Fuck!

Sorry, Father.

- Thanks for coming down.
- Yeah. Listen, sorry for the delay, um,

I spoke to the cemetery.
They said they should have a plot

- for my dad ready by tomorrow.
- That's not why I called.

(DROPLETS FALLING)

PASTOR DREW: It's called
exploding casket syndrome.

Um, when there's no oxygen
to dehydrate the contents,

the casket becomes a pressure cooker.

Wouldn't think remains this old
would be susceptible,

but maybe when they resealed
the casket for transport...

Are you all right?

(GUNSHOTS)

PASTOR DREW: Of course,
with the recent trouble at Shawshank,

there is a bit of a queue,
if you still want a service.

MAN ON SPEAKERPHONE:
Let me understand this.

You found the Count of Monte Cristo
in a septic tank.

He asks for his lawyer,
lawyer shows up,

you stiff-arm the guy
to cover your ass,

one of our own guards

doesn't like this
miscarriage ofjustice,

not one bit,

so he does the only logical thing

and pumps two clips
into his coworkers.

And voila! Our very own Times alert.

And yeah,
I'd like to take a moment of silence,

mourn the dead,
be human for a change,

I really would, but I can't,

because I'm so busy
getting fucked in the ass

by your incompetence.

I don't care if you make him
vanish into thin air

like Harry fucking Houdini.

I don't care if you bury him
under the yard

or buy him a ticket to Mallorca.
Whatever happens in there,

however it gets handled,
I knew nothing.

The board knew nothing.

And if things go wrong,

Theresa, there's always room
under the bus

for one more rogue employee.

(CALL DISCONNECTS)

(DOOR OPENS)

(COMPUTERIZED VOICE OVER)
Front door open.

PANGBORN: Who the fuck's that?

New system.

So we can keep an eye on Mom.

Both doors are rigged.

Had to get creative with the cameras.
Four upstairs and four down.

As soon as I'm done
at Shawshank, I'm leaving.

Meantime, we can both keep an eye
on her with a smartphone app.

Listen.

Until we figure out
the long-term situation,

I need to know she's safe.

Why don't you just put a chip in her,
like a golden retriever?

Hello?

Wait, what?

How soon?

Three challenges
will face you, the newly paroled,

as you reenter society.

What do I do? Where will I live?

And, finally, who will I be?

The good news is,

you can be
almost anyone you want to be

if you adapt
to your new surroundings.

You will face questions
about your time in prison.

When you meet a potential employer,
a potential landlord,

or even a new friend,

don't be afraid to reframe
your narrative.

The person you were when you went in,

that's not the person
walking out today.

You can tell your own story,
be your own hero,

choose the life you want to live.

I'm Lou Hadley. Who are you?

(PRISON GATE BUZZES)

Look at that.

Free man.

There's a burn on Black Mountain.

State uses inmates
during fire season.

Why don't we...
Why don't we start from scratch?

I'm Henry.

I'm just asking your name.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

"Make thee an ark of gopher wood,

and this is the fashion
thou shalt make it of."

So I built my ark

and when his voice came

into my dreams
for six nights in a row,

he told me exactly
where he would stand at the quarry.

The reason, the stain,
the curse on our town,

dragging evil behind you
everywhere you went.

And when I brought you down here,
I was on fire with the Holy Spirit,

righteous, and so strong.

And you looked...

You looked so small next to my faith.

(SIGHS)

And now...

Now you still look small.

But I look old.

I am old.

After all these years,

I still don't know
what you really are,

or if I did the right thing.

Do you remember that crazy story
you told me your first night in here?

Face.

No face.

Face.

Face.

DOCTOR VARGAS: Pure retrograde amnesia.

No sign of impairment
to the short-term memory

or structural damage to the brain.

A purely emotional phenomenon.

Now I'm going to read you
a list of five words.

I'm going to ask you to repeat them
to me in any order.

Ready?

Face, velvet, church, family, red.

Face, velvet, red, church, family.

So, um, how do you treat it?

DOCTOR VARGAS: There's no magic bullet.

Sometimes it's a gradual process.

Other cases, you put someone back
in their own home with their own junk

and it's just like flipping
a light switch.

Best medicine's to get him home.

Restore the context,
restore the memories.

But don't push it.
These things take time.

No, no. No, I'm just his lawyer.

I brought him here
so you all could take care of him.

Well, we're not
an inpatient facility.

I could pull some strings
at Juniper Hill,

might be able
to get him a bed by Monday.

By Monday?

What's he supposed to do until Monday?

MOLLY:
So the bathroom is back that way.

There's no shower.
Just don't drink the water.

HENRY: You should really
stay in here this weekend, okay?

Nobody in town knows you're out.

Let's keep it that way.

I don't think this is a good idea.

I appreciate you trying to help,
but...

He needs a place to sleep,
and I've got one.

Look, we have no idea who he is.

He could be the Bangor Strangler.

First of all, you made that up.

Second, you're the one
who got him out of prison.

Yeah, because I believe
in due process.

Doesn't mean I want him
bunking up with my friend.

(SIGHS)

Listen, I'll feel a whole lot better
once he's out of your hair.

And I'm out of this town.

I'm gonna drive him up
to the hospital tomorrow

and check on that wait-list.

(DOOR OPENS)

(COMPUTERIZED VOICE OVER)
Front door open.

(DOOR SHUTS)

Ruth, you shouldn't have
waited up for me.

Where in God's name have you been?

He's got a fever.
You're gonna kill him out there.

Ruthie...

Let me take you back to bed.

Everything's gonna be fine.

You're just having a bad night.

No.

Something terrible's gonna happen.

(BELL DINGING)

(INCOHERENT CHATTER)

(SHIRLEY TEMPLE SINGING ANIMAL CRACKERS
IN MY SOUP ON RECORD PLAYER)

(SINGING)
Happy birthday to you

(SINGING)
Happy birthday to you

(SINGING)
Happy birthday, dear Gordy

(SINGING)
Happy birthday to you

ANGELA: Yay! Good job!

GORDY'S FATHER: Nice job, buddy.

Big brother's birthday! Look. Ready?

All right.

ANGELA: Now, do you want
an edge piece or...

GORDY: End piece, please.

- ANGELA: Ready?
- GORDY'S FATHER: There you go, buddy.

GORDY: Thanks.

- GORDY'S FATHER: Open your presents?
- GORDY: Yes.

GORDY'S FATHER: I wonder...

ANGELA: (CHUCKLES) Of course you do,
because I bought it.

GORDY'S FATHER: Jesus, Angela,
not in front of the kids.

GORDY: Mommy, don't get mad today.

- GORDY'S FATHER: Yeah, Mommy.
- ANGELA: I'm sick of this.

- ANGELA: Gordy, open your presents!
- GORDY: Mom!

GORDY'S FATHER: Go to your room, Gordy.
Your mom and I have to talk.

ANGELA:
No. Gordy, open your present.

(BABY CRYING)

GORDY'S FATHER:
There! It's open now!

ANGELA: Daddy opened it.

GORDY'S FATHER: A baseball glove!
How fucking original, Mommy.

- GORDY'S FATHER: Go to your room, Gordy.
- ANGELA: Don't touch me.

GORDY'S FATHER: You're the one
who has to make today about you.

ANGELA: Just shut up.

GORDY'S FATHER: Or what, Angela?
What are you gonna do?

GORDY'S FATHER: I'll stuff
this fucking cake down your throat.

- GORDY: Stop, Daddy!
- ANGELA: I'm gonna kill you someday.

GORDY'S FATHER: Why not today?
Happy birthday, son.

ANGELA: I'll cut you open right now,
you son of a bitch.

GORDY'S FATHER: Why not today?

(ANGELA SCREAMS)

ANGELA: Gordy, run!

ANGELA: Get off me!

(INDISTINCT ARGUMENT)

(BABY CRYING)

(ANGELA SCREAMS)

(BABY CRYING)

RADIO ANNOUNCER: As the blaze continues
to engulf more and more acres of forest,

Castle County Fire Department
still can't explain how it began,

or why traditional methods
to extinguish the fire aren't working.

The unusually quick spread
has many convinced

it's a harbinger
of much worse to come.

And now, back to the hits you love.

(JAZZY MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

Lady on the Internet
said they were made by Vikings,

- so I figured...
- (EXCLAIMING EXCITEDLY)

Oh, the Lewis Chessmen?

(RUTH SIGHING AFFIRMATIVELY)

RUTH: You know, the originals,

they were carved out of walrus ivory
by the wife of a priest,

Margret the Adroit.

You're still
the smartest person I know.

(CHUCKLES) Well, smart enough
to know what you're up to.

Come on, girl. Come on.

What else did the Internet teach you?

Chess is good for the demented brain?

(DOOR SHUTS)

(BELL DINGING)

(WATER RUNNING)

(FOOTSTEPS ABOVE)

Hello?

Hello?

(SIGHS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

The rabbit goes into the hole.

- No, the fox chases the rabbit.
- (CHUCKLES) Please.

What's the difference?

One's a carnivore,
the other's breakfast.

God, I haven't had a tie on since
the day I turned in my badge.

Mmm, you're so sweet.

It's not sweet I can't tie my tie.

- It's arthritis.
- (LAUGHS) Oh, the speech.

You tossed and turned all night.
That's what kept you up.

There's no shame in it, Alan.

Stage fright'll jelly up anyone,
even an Adonis like you.

You'll do fine, you'll do fine.

Just picture me naked.

(BOTH LAUGH)

PANGBORN: God, I love you.

(CLEARS THROAT)

I, uh, just need to borrow
the car a few hours.

Sure. You can take it
after Alan's ceremony.

- I wasn't planning on going.
- It's okay, he doesn't have to.

I wasn't asking.

OFFICER: Now, before we get started,

please join me in a moment of silence
for our fallen heroes at Shawshank.

I want to testify.

(GUNSHOT)

OFFICER: Thank you.

Well,

Pangborn Bridge.

Get used to the sound of that.

Here's a man who has served
this county with honor for decades,

who saw us through
some of our most challenging times.

OFFICER: Who never asked
for anything in return,

OFFICER: even when he faced
his own tremendous challenges.

OFFICER: A man who epitomizes the very
soul of the great town of Castle Rock.

A man that needs
no introduction from me.

Alan Pangborn, everybody.

I guess I oughta thank the wildfire

for smoking you all
out of your houses.

Um,

I wanted to be a magician
when I was a kid.

They always seemed to have
a lovely assistant hanging around.

But a magician
has to tell a little story.

Something to distract you while they

palm an ace off the deck.

I was never any good at that.
Never any good at the patter.

And...

(DOG BARKING)

Quiet!

(DOG BARKING)

PANGBORN:
If I've done any good in this town...

(DOG CONTINUES BARKING)

If I've done any good,

it's because of the gift of faith
you people have given me.

Good people.

I just hope I've left Castle County
a little better than I found it.

(DOG BARKING)

Ruth?

Ruth.

Mom!

MOLLY: Hey. I'm back.

Hello?

(SIRENS IN THE DISTANCE)

MOLLY: Hey, I don't know
where you are, but...

I thought I should tell you,
the kid um, wandered off.

MOLLY:
So, call me when you get this.

JACKIE: Okay, so then the next-door
neighbors got gassed in their house.

Just a freak accident, supposedly.

Cracked furnace case.

They all died in their sleep
on Christmas Eve.

Shit you not.

Lined up the body bags
right on the lawn.

(EXHALES)

Plus the dog and cat.

This is before I was born.

Just like everything interesting
that's ever happened here.

I mean, they say write what you know,
but this town is so blah.

JACKIE: I mean, people bitch
about the bad old days

when there were, like, serial killers
and psychopathic dogs,

but I would give my left tit
to go back there.

The '80s, man.

I had this uncle, though.

He was a writer, too.
(EXHALES)

And then, one winter,
he just flipped his lid

and tried to ax-murder his wife
and kid at some fancy ski resort.

And my folks
will never talk to me about it.

So I took his name
just to piss them off.

My real name's Diane.

ANNOUNCER ON RADIO: We have breaking
news. Less than an hour ago,

a firefighting helicopter
exploded near Castle Lake,

killing the pilot
and two firefighters on board.

They were attempting...

This fucking lighter.

...that originated on
Black Mountain with flame retardant

when the pilot apparently lost
control of the aircraft.

This tragedy means five people
have now died as a result

of these powerful fires.

Multiple others
are at County Hospital

being treated for burns,
many of whom are in critical condition.

PANGBORN: It was all
they had left in the machine.

(SIGHS)

She's usually okay in the mornings.

I bought her a ring in '91.

She said it'd be confusing

to her boy.

And she didn't deserve it.

Happiness.

Eventually, I quit asking
and moved south.

(CLEARS THROAT)
Live free or die.

By the time I moved back,
I figured we'd missed our shot.

I was an old fuck anyway.

Then I get a phone call.

Somebody heard gunfire up
at your mom's place.

I wasn't sheriff,

but folks still rang me up
time to time.

Gunfire?

What happened?

Your mother came to the door

looking like
she'd been to hell and back,

threw her arms around me, begged me,
"Don't leave."

(SIGHS)

I thought I could keep her safe.

She's awake.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

You gotta get back to them.

The naming.

I ruined the party.

No, you didn't.
You didn't ruin anything.

It was that damn dog.

Nothing stays dead in this town.

It's like I opened the book
and all the pages...

Someone tore them out.

Rearranged them.

(RUTH SIGHS)

You know how it feels, don't you?

To forget your own story.

I don't know what happened.
We were just shooting the shit.

Where is he?

MAN: Make a fist...

TEENAGE BOY: Wanna see a dead body?

I didn't know where you went.

I was worried about you.

(DOG BARKING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

THE KID: I shouldn't be here.

I should still be in the hole.

No. Listen to me.

Warden Lacy was just a sick old man.

Whatever he said to you,

it wasn't true.

(GUNSHOT)

DALE: The stain.

You're just a kid.

(BABY CRYING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

- MARRET: Are you okay?
- HENRY: Yeah. Just...

HENRY: I want Wendell to be able to
remember her when she's gone,

and I don't know how much longer
she'll be able to recognize him.

MARRET: I guess he could
take the bus up there.

HENRY:
I really appreciate it, Marret.

(COMPUTERIZED VOICE OVER)
Front door open.

(DOOR SHUTS)

MOLLY: Henry.

Molly.

- I tried calling you.
- I'm sorry. My phone is...

(SIGHS) It's a long story.

How did you get in?

There's a key under the frog.

So I found him on top
of the old shirt factory,

on, you know...
I thought he was gonna jump.

Had to give him an Oxy
just to get him in the car.

He's still in there.
He's sleeping it off.

(MOLLY SIGHS)

He feels wrong.

Look, thank you for uh,
getting him settled down.

I think maybe we just need
to get some rest, and...

Okay. Um, so I'm not
explaining it right. Um...

(MOLLY SIGHS)

Everyone broadcasts
at their own frequency.

Sometimes it's deafening.
You know, like with you.

Sometimes it's so faint
I can barely hear it.

But after years of this,
I've heard it all.

With him, it's just...

It's like I was listening to the pain
of everyone in this town all at once.

(SOFTLY) Okay.

You don't believe me.

No, no, no, I do. I do. I just...

Look, I don't know
what to say to that.

Your right ear is ringing.

So loud you can
barely hear yourself think.

You feel guilty about the clients
you couldn't save,

about those dead prison guards,

about your mom,
and your father,

and your son,
who barely has a father.

And you haven't eaten yet today.

I'm telling you,

there is something wrong
with that kid.

(DOOR OPENS)

(COMPUTERIZED VOICE OVER)
Front door open.

Maybe you should stay here tonight.

Hmm?

Come on.

My dad spent a lot of time out here.

It's not the Ritz,
but it has a pull-out.

At least, it used to.

Make yourself at home.

Um...

Now, you need anything,

I'll be just across the yard.

(PIANO KEY PLAYS)

(PLAYING PIANO)

(THE KID CONTINUES PLAYING PIANO)

You play piano.

Hmm.

That's something.

THE KID: I remember.

It'll all come back to you
before you know it.

A fucking bridge.

(WATER SPLASHES)

RUTH: Well, I may be half bombed,
but I could've sworn...

PANGBORN: You're still the smartest
person I know.

(INCOHERENT CHATTER)

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

PANGBORN: Hey, asshole.

Do you know who I am?

Don't look at me like that, fucker.
You know me.

You remember.

(POLICE SIREN WAILS)

That's right. Lacy.

I pulled him over
in the middle of the night.

Wear a badge long enough
in this fucking county,

guy with the devil in his Lincoln
doesn't sound half bug-shit crazy.

He asked me to trust him.

God help me, I did.

I used to dream about you.

I can't remember
my own dead wife's face,

but I never forgot yours.

Not for 27 fucking years.

Don't think I didn't wonder.

Did I let a monster drive off
with a boy in his trunk?

(BANGING FROM CAR TRUNK)

Now I'm an old man,

and you haven't aged one goddamn day.

Are you the devil?

No.

Then what the fuck are you?

PANGBORN: I tried my best.

I tried to keep the people
of this town safe.

Where's it land you?

You wait 30 years
for the woman you love

and finally you get her,

and she slips through your fingers.

And here you are,
fucking Rip Van Winkle.

Where's the justice in that?

I asked you a fucking question.

I can help her.

You have no idea
what's happening here, do you?

English - SDH