All language subtitles for castle.rock.s01e09.bdrip.x264-demand-HI

PANGBORN: What brings you home?

MOLLY: Kidnapping.
ZALEWSKI: Oh, fuck!

HENRY: Nothing else to call
what they did to that kid.

MOLLY: Do you think
that's why you came back?

Because it reminded you.

MATTHEW: Henry.

No frostbite.

You've been inside somewhere?

MATTHEW: I've had
a beautiful experience.

And I heard it.

What?

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

Other heres, other nows.

All possible pasts,
all possible presents.

Schisma is the sound of the universe

trying to reconcile them.

DALE: Never again
let him see the light of day.

That's what God told me.

THE KID: You know me.

MOLLY: I don't know anything about you.

THE KID: You do.

And I know you.

THE KID: Out there, in the woods.

That's where you died.

THE KID: Do you hear it?

- We have to go to the woods.
- Why did you ask for me?

Young man, who are you?

Henry Deaver.

MATTHEW: 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 that 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.

(BABY CRYING)

She was young.

Alone.

And convinced the devil
had a hold of me.

Maybe he did.

Or maybe he had a hold of my mother.

(BABY STOPS CRYING)

But then, a miracle happened.

(BABY CONTINUES CRYING)

(SIGHS)

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.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

(PANTING)

(POLICE SIRENS WAILING)

THE KID: 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...

Well, it turns off the lights.

We turned the lights back on.

MARRET: You actually said that?

- With a straight face?
- THE KID: 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.

- Yeah? Tomorrow? Okay.
- Tomorrow.

- Patience is a...
- Not my strong suit.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hold on.

Hey, is everything okay?

PANGBORN: Not exactly.

I've got some bad news.

Is it Mom?

Ruth is fine.

It's about your dad.

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

(CHURCH BELL TOLLING)

(FLIES BUZZING)

MATTHEW: 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?

'Cause I heard that he actually did it
out on the lake. Like...

You know, not in the house,
if that makes a difference.

I'm not a speculator.

Oh.

- Probably don't remember me, but...
- Brig?

Yeah, I'm out here.

Hey.

Molly.

Henry Deaver?

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

- Hey, Molly.
- Hi.

- How's it going, Molly?
- Hi.

Here you 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, you 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.

How's your mom?

Sarasota.

You know who she lives with?

Alan Pangborn.

The old sheriff?

Yeah, they had a kind of

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 takes good care of her now.

- 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 that 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?

After he left the church,
I don't think he talked to anyone.

Do you remember the flashlights?

Of course I do.

You always knew when I was up.

Even when my light was off,

you always knew.

You knew a lot of things.

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

- It's really good seeing you, Molly.
- Yeah.

- Good night.
- Good night.

MARRET: So, you really okay?

I'm fine, yeah.

Everything's fine.

Look at the bright side.

- We're new homeowners.
- Stop.

- Shit.
- What?

The lights just blew a fuse.

I don't even know where the box is.

- Hold on.
- Okay.

I found a flashlight.

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

Hey, it's tomorrow.

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

No. It hasn't come yet.

Then you're late.

- By one day.
- Yeah, but...

I mean, you're usually on time.

Just take a pregnancy test.

Did I mention it's been one day?

The first month of trying,
yeah, I know, but...

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, okay?

I love you, Marret.

I love you.

Let's see here.

OFFICER: 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?

OFFICER: Did your dad ever touch you?

What?

THE KID: No.

Look, my dad was fucked up,
but not like that.

How was he fucked up?

He 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?

(DISTORTED SOUNDS)

OFFICER 2: Hey, stop. Come back here.

Hey, hey.

It's okay. We're okay here.

Where was he trying to go?

MATTHEW: (ON TAPE) Forest fires took
near 1,000 acres.

The drunk helicopter pilot
who killed...

(REWINDING TAPE)

...and in the town plaza.

The school bus and all those
sweet children died on the track.

MATTHEW: (ON TAPE) 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 notjust one voice
but a choir?

(MICHAEL'S VOICE
RECORDINGS OVERLAPPING)

Toward the end of the worst of it...

The bad patch.

What we had that spring...
Sweet Lord in heaven.

MATTHEW: Spent hours out there every
night in those damn woods praying.

Trying 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,

something trying to get in.

This being a bad patch,
I pulled my Louisville Slugger

out of the closet,
threw open that back door,

and there he was.

He looks at me.

He looks at the bat,
just as scared as could be,

looks caught.

Now, can you blame him?
He's between a man with a bat

and those woods he just came from.

Well, I'll tell you,
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 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."

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

and then he tells me a story.

He says he's my son.

Henry, adopted.

He tells me this 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 fooling this time. None of
his mother's trickery and deceit.

And there, right there, he got 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 liked my eggs cooked
over the propane stove.

The name we gave
to the bend in the view, he knew it.

He knew it all.

And 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.

Just this.

And here it was,
like I'd ordered it off the damn TV.

Well, we knowjust 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,
in 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.

But, Henry...

Listen to me.

Those things that he talked about...

That 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.

MATTHEW: (ON TAPE)
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.

(POLICE SIRENS APPROACHING)

THE KID: What's going on?

(POLICE SIRENS WAILING)

OFFICER: People are inside.

MOLLY: I know these guys.

WOMAN: Take it easy, all right?

MOLLY: Seven people dead,
10 still missing.

THE KID: God.

Has anyone seen the kid?

They took him away.

They think he did this.

JIM: Boy in the bed next to him
says he found a lighter,

saw him set his mattress on fire.

MOLLY: How old's this kid, the witness?

- JIM: Your boy's not denying it.
- Just let us talk to him, Jim.

Henry's a doctor.

This boy is obviously traumatized.

Henryjust 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?

(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)

Here, these might help.

Okay. It's okay. 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?

(DISTORTED SOUNDS)

(SOUNDS INTENSIFY)

We have to go to the woods.

There's not much time left.

MATTHEW: Do you hear it?

(VOICE DISTORTING) In the twinkling
of an eye, the trumpet will sound...

Do you hear it now?

MOLLY: Together.

He's fighting for his life.

JIM: Time's up.
We 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 going 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.

(RAIL SIGNAL)

We have to help him.

What are you talking about?

We have to take him where
he wants to go.

Towards the sound.

THE KID: To the woods? For what?

I don't know.

Shit.

Fuck. Fuck.

THE KID: Hey, hold on.

(POLICE SIRENS APPROACHING)

ZALEWSKI: Got eyes on the car.
They're on foot,

half a mile off the eastern side
of Castle Lake.

OFFICER: Copy that.

(HEAVY BREATHING)

(SHALLOW BREATHING)

ZALEWSKI: Police! Stay where you are!

Officer, everything is fine, okay?

- Shut up. Get on your knees.
- Let's all just calm down.

- Get on the fucking ground, right now.
- No, no. Stay calm.

- Listen to me.
- ZALEWSKI: Molly...

(CROWS CALLING)

- Listen to me.
- ZALEWSKI: Molly.

ZALEWSKI: God damn it, Molly, stop.

(GUNSHOT)

ZALEWSKI: God damn it, Molly, stop.

- (BULLET STRIKING FLESH)
- (GASPS)

(RUNNING FOOTSTEPS)

- ZALEWSKI: What the fuck?
- What the hell did you do?

THE KID: Molly, Molly.

I shot in the air.

It was a fucking warning shot.

(MUFFLED) It's okay, it's okay.
Everything's gonna be okay.

Call an ambulance!

It's okay.

Help him.

Help him. Help him.

THE KID: Molly. Molly.

Molly?

(CROWS CALLING)

MATTHEW: Henry.

Henry!

(POLICE SIREN)

THE KID: I wandered around for days.

I was trying to get back.

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?

English - SDH