...law enforcement officials across the state,
but with dangerously low temperatures the search for 11-year-old
Henry Deaver has been called off until the spring thaw,
in what's now considered a recovery, not a rescue.
Meteorologists say the last time low temperatures broke minus-30...
Dearest darling, I had to write to say that I won't be home anymore
'Cause something happened to me while I was driving home
And I'm not the same anymore
Oh, I was only 24 hours from Tulsa
Henry?
Henry.
Henry!
The saying goes here in Maine, if you don't like the weather,
just wait a minute.
...the Governor said private prisons bring...
...right here on WXIU Rumford, Castle Rock.
Don't tell me.
Breakfast in bed?
I wish you'd taken that buyout 30 years ago.
- After you, Mrs. Lacy.
Will there be a cake?
No. It's not really a cake crowd.
Pammy's driving me to Portland. I'm buying you shorts.
I told her, "Dale retires, we're gonna find out
once and for all if he's got knees."
- Oh! - Hmm.
That's easy for you to say. You won't have to look at them.
Last day, Mr. Lacy.
Some folks aren't built for retirement.
Same deal as my old man.
Finished his 20 in the Navy, dead in a year.
That a fact?
My point is, it wasn't the smoothest shift change,
but we're damn glad to have you.
Bit of trivia, Shawshank's actually lost four wardens in office.
You can still see the bullet hole where Warden Norton--
- We can skip the audio tour. - All right.
You know, they never found the head.
Heard they got a deal on the funeral. Ten percent off.
If this were my office, I'd kill myself, too.
It's yours now.
Boost enrollment by 20%,
we can get an extra 1.5 million a year.
We can always park nonviolents in the gym.
Actually, the gym's already double-bunked, ma'am.
The whole prison is.
Thank you, Officer.
Of course.
Except for Block F.
But that's been closed since the Christmas fire in '87.
Officer...
Zalewski, ma'am.
How many beds in Block F?
Sixty, 70 at least.
But, I mean, nobody goes down there anymore.
You're telling me that my predecessor left an entire wing
of this prison unoccupied for 30 years?
Why?
He had a severance package from Northeast Correctional
that was six figures.
That's on top of his pension.
- So? - So, why'd he off himself?
Who am I, Sigmund Freud? I don't know.
Sometime's a rope's just a fucking rope.
Holy shit.
Right here, that's where they stacked the bodies.
Fucking jailbird barbecue.
All right, bro. That's night-nights.
- Really? - Fuck yeah.
Great, thanks.
Do you want in?
No.
We're supposed to count the beds.
Hey!
Somebody's been here.
Hello?
Shit.
Great.
Hello?
Oh, come on.
Oh, fuck!
Step out. Count them.
A-172, A-369, A-462,
A-172, A-369...
Cell block A. Full block.
Full deck. Block B.
All accounted for.
I need a name, son.
Who are you?
What's your name? Hmm?
We got no records of you.
Come on. What's your name?
How'd you get inside this prison?
Cat got your tongue?
Who put you down that hole?
You can tell me.
Nothing, huh?
All right.
What did he say when you found him?
The kid? He didn't say a word. He's like a mute.
Hey!
That's a shower. To clean. Water?
It's okay. It's okay.
What the fuck is this thing anyway? It's like a...
It's like an old water tank?
Jesus Christ. What do you think it does to a guy?
What?
Being here?
Trapped. Alone.
I don't know. Saw a kid do two weeks in the hole.
Came out thinking he was the Easter Bunny.
It's funny?
Hey, there was a big coffee can full of cigarette butts right here.
Do you see that anywhere?
Okay.
One old perv in charge of a prison, plus one fuck slave in an oil tank,
minus one head.
How's my math on that?
He's never been processed. Not even a jaywalking charge.
No fingerprints in the system.
This is a public relations disaster.
So, do we call the cops or the board of directors?
Why don't we take a beat?
Sort out what we're dealing with here before we make any calls.
Hey.
If they can't figure out who he is, they gotta let him go, right?
Yeah. I'm sure they'll make him the mayor of Castle Rock.
If he wasn't a psychopath before,
he sure as shit is now.
I'll tell you one thing.
I wouldn't want to be the new warden.
Young man, who are you?
What's your name?
Can he hear me? Have we checked out his ears?
Are we playing some kind of fucking charades here because...
Henry Deaver.
Okay...
That's not Henry Deaver.
Who the fuck is Henry Deaver?
It's a long story.
Henry
Matthew
Deaver.
How much doubt is reasonable?
Well, folks,
if I had to choose whether or not to take someone's life,
and that is the choice before you today,
make no mistake,
I don't think any amount would seem reasonable.
Now me, I had to kill someone?
I'd need it etched in gold and signed by God himself.
We're talking about an abused woman,
linked to the death of her husband, Richard Chambers,
by purely circumstantial evidence.
We're talking about a disbarred alcoholic
who represented Leanne in her first trial,
and a star witness who is a known drug trafficker
with a sweetheart deal.
All that, I'd say, adds up to some doubt.
That was enough for a retrial. A do-over.
This sentencing phase, it's a do-over, too.
But after today, there will be no more do-overs.
Judge signs an order, needle goes into a vein,
the body goes into a box and, in six hours,
that body...
That body will be ashes.
And ashes don't get appeals in the state of Texas.
So I ask,
how much doubt are you folks comfortable with?
She was sentenced to death in 1993
and is the oldest death-row inmate in the state of Texas.
The execution is scheduled for 6:00 this evening.
- Hey. Whoa-whoa-whoa. You can't be here. - I'm the lawyer.
Fifth Circuit's gonna rule against us.
I'm sorry, Leanne.
- The Governor's a long shot, but-- - You know,
I grew up downwind from a cereal factory.
A mile from home.
Smelled like Cheerios.
That was my first memory.
What's yours?
What?
Your first memory.
I was only 24 hours from Tulsa
Gene Pitney.
"24 Hours From Tulsa."
That's a nice song.
"24 Hours From Tulsa."
My dad used to take me to a honky-tonk place
on the south side of Dallas.
He'd get good and drunk and take me to the alligator farm
just next door.
We'd sit there and stare at those gators
for two, three hours at a time.
Sometimes I'd get to drive the car home at the end of the night.
What I keep wondering, all the smells we smelled
and the songs and the pictures...
Do you lose them all?
I mean, wherever you go next,
does the tape get erased?
And if it does,
you're not really you anymore, are you?
Is that what you're afraid of?
That's what I want.
Look at me.
I'm Alan. I'm a friend of your mother's.
No frostbite.
You've been inside somewhere?
- What's going on? - She's alive again.
- Hey!
Hey, I'm her witness.
You don't get a fucking do-over.
Hey! Lockett v. Fallon.
Hey!
I'm her fucking witness!
Hey!
Henry Matthew Deaver.
Based out of Houston.
Grew up 20 miles that way. Castle Rock. Bad reputation.
Big mess with the state police when he was a kid.
Pulled some stunt.
Ran away from home.
People thought somebody took him.
Half the state's out looking for him, middle of winter,
and what they find is his father,
half-froze and his back's broken.
Doesn't last three days.
Kid comes sashaying back from the dead like Tom Sawyer
to find out he's got no dad and the town blames him.
Claimed he couldn't remember a thing.
So our anonymous friend says exactly three words,
and we think that he's asking for his lawyer?
I think we are not bringing a criminal defense attorney...
...into an internal corporate matter. Mm-hmm.
We could take him for a drive. Drop him over the border.
Yeah, and then he pulls a Willie Horton,
and I spend the rest of my career in Accounts Receivable.
Or we could find him a roomie.
Psycho who collects life sentences. Circle of life.
Hello?
Henry Matthew Deaver?
- Yeah. - The attorney?
Yeah. Henry Matthew Deaver, the attorney.
Hey, I have...
What? I can't hear you.
I have someone who says he's your client.
Whoever you've got isn't my client. My clients are all dead.
Look, I shouldn't even be calling you, but listen. Listen.
They found a kid in a cage.
No one else is gonna help him. Shawshank State Prison.
Who is this?
The MILF. Twice in one month?
If I find out you've been subcontracting me...
What?
You'll tell your homeroom teacher?
It's for me. I've got a condition.
Yeah, I can get you the rest on Thursday,
or postdate a check if you want.
Obamacare's been repealed. No co-pays.
Forty gets you eight fives.
- You need kids, by the way. - What?
To be a MILF.
See you around.
...spoken by the power that is our Lord...
Hey, killer.
What the hell?
"Two are better than one,
because they have a good return for their labor.
If either of them falls down, one can help the other up."
It was minus-40 last night.
You know how cold that is?
Freeze to death in an hour.
And you've been gone for 11 days.
So what happened out there?
I don't remember.
Son, do you know what happened to your father?
Okay.
Henry.
Hello?
Mom?
Ah...
Mom?
Ruth.
Ah!
My white oaks are dead.
It's a miracle they haven't toppled over and killed someone.
Did you bring your own chainsaw?
Well, then let's check the garage.
Come on, now.
We were all immigrants once. Except Sitting Bull.
I'm not like the others.
I adopted a black son.
Mom. Mom. It's me. I'm Henry.
I called you this morning.
Henry. Yeah, of course you are.
Okay.
I had to fly in for a work thing, but I wanted to see you.
Marret's watching the baby?
Wendell's 15, Mom.
- What happened to the nurse? - Who?
Your medicare pays for a home health aide.
I arranged it all with Saint Jude's.
Oh! Constance. Long gone.
Gone where?
Well, I'd like to say heaven, but I had my suspicions.
Is someone in the house?
Someone's in the house?
Are we on fire?
There's easier ways to get a man out of the shower.
Henry, do you know Alan Pangborn?
- He's our county sheriff. - Was.
Been a few years now, Ruth.
Alan?
What's going on?
You boys must be hungry. How about some bacon and eggs?
Why don't you see if you can scare up some fresh sheets
for your boy?
- If he's staying. - Yeah.
A few days.
What brings you home?
Client.
Oh. Yeah?
You burned through all the killers in Texas?
So what is this, Alan? You living here?
Frequent flyer.
Your mother and I enjoy one another's companionship.
And my father's shirts, you enjoy those, too?
- I don't think he's gonna miss it. - Where is he?
- Who? - My father.
I stopped by the church, and the cemetery is gone.
Yeah, the church made some wildcat investments,
didn't pan out, had to parcel the land.
So they just paved over the bodies?
Nah, they moved 'em to a yard up in Bangor by the airport.
My experience, the dead are not particular.
They can't do that without our permission.
Your mother gave it.
Nobody thought to pick up the phone and call me?
Did she even know what she was signing for?
You signed for her.
I deposited the distress settlement for her, too.
What else you been signing for her, Alan?
Oh! The sheets.
Family?
Client.
Inmate's name?
I don't have it.
You're a lawyer, and you don't know your client's name?
I got a call. One of your prisoners asked for me.
I didn't get all the details.
You got a name?
Through the opening, please.
- Thank you. - Hmm-mm.
I got a Henry Deaver here.
I'll find out who called him. What did Pruitt say?
You don't get on the board by springing problems on the board.
My job is to fix things.
We're moving to enterprise software.
But the wheels turn slowly, even in the private sector.
I'm sorry to hear about your predecessor.
Always heard nice things about him.
My father worked here. Visited a lot anyway,
back in the '80s.
Oh. Really? Corrections?
Ecclesiastes. Pastor. He led Bible study from time to time.
Any idea why Warden Lacy would have--
Forced buyout.
Some folks are just not cut out for the 19th hole.
And some people guillotine themselves with a Lincoln.
I guess everybody deals with retirement differently.
What about
recent transfers?
If he's in here, he's in there.
I wish I could help you find your client, Mr. Deaver.
I can't very well call up a ghost.
Thing is, a ghost called me from inside this prison.
Your anonymous caller. And then you flew 2,000 miles?
Had some free time.
Mr. Deaver.
The average CO is a 25-year-old who makes $9 an hour.
These guys don't think much of lawyers.
And in a state as lily-white as Maine,
is it possible that you were a victim of a prank?
If this was a goose chase, I hope you'll accept my apologies.
And if you happen to find a missing page from your book,
you'll get in touch.
I assume private prisons
still fall under the purview of the Constitution.
This isn't Texas, Counselor.
Actually, it would be pretty odd if we did have one of your clients.
Maine got rid of the death penalty 150 years ago.
- How'd you know I work capital cases? - Sorry?
I didn't say I work capital.
Well, we don't have gallows here, but we do have cable news.
I was sorry to hear about your client.
All right, that's it, everybody, time's up.
Get in line, let's get back in.
This way.
Whistle dry?
I'm good.
You knew Dale Lacy a long time, right?
The warden?
We weren't exactly handball buddies.
Why did he do it?
This might surprise you, given your line of work,
but it's not always a happy job, carrying the keys.
I got a call from Shawshank.
They found a kid in a cage.
Call from who?
I don't know yet.
What I hear, prison's full of cells.
Not a cell. A cage.
Huh.
Henry, I'm just an old-school cop.
Corrections? That's a whole 'nother world.
Whole 'nother world,
same blue line.
You know where he did it?
Castle Lake, the bluff.
Right where I found you.
Damnedest thing.
Huh.
How's he...
Shit.
- Shit!
Son, it was minus-40 last night.
You know how cold that is?
Freeze to death in an hour.
And you've been gone for 11 days.
So what happened out there?
When they find you, ask for Henry Deaver.
Henry Matthew Deaver.