HENRY: 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.
So I ask...
how much doubt are you folks comfortable with?
MATTHEW: He tells me a story...
He says he's my son, Henry. Adopted.
- (screams) - MOLLY: Did you start
the fire in the hospital?
MATTHEW: And then he starts in: "I heard it, Dad."
We have to go. To the woods.
WILLIE: The schisma has been getting louder again, Henry.
It hasn't risen to these levels
- in decades. - (high-pitched hum)
Do you hear it?
We have to go...
We have to go to the woods.
Who are you?
LACY: The reason, the stain,
the curse on our town,
dragging evil behind you everywhere you went.
THE KID: I was trying to get back.
I couldn't. Then Lacy found me.
- (muffled shouting) - Took me to Shawshank.
LACY: But after all these years...
I still don't know what you really are.
THE KID: You believe me, don't you?
(Clanks)
LACY: Bless, O Lord, this food to our purpose,
and keep us ever mindful of the needs of others.
In Jesus' name, amen.
They painted over my parking spot today.
Painted it blue.
Little white man in a wheelchair.
I thought, "Well, that's about right."
I never had kids, because of you.
And waited on retirement.
Waited... for instructions from Him.
(Cocks pistol)
Hmm.
(Ragtime-style guitar playing)
♪ Death don't have no mercy ♪
♪ In this land ♪
♪ Death don't have no mercy ♪
♪ In this land ♪
♪ He'll come to your house and he won't stay long ♪
♪ You look in the bed and somebody be gone ♪
♪ Death don't have no mercy ♪
♪ In this land ♪
♪ But death will go in any family ♪
♪ In this land ♪
♪ Death go in every family ♪
♪ In this land ♪
♪ Well, he'll come to your house and he won't stay long ♪
♪ Well, you look in the bed ♪
♪ And one of the family will be gone ♪
♪ Death will go in any family ♪
♪ In this land ♪
MOLLY: Why...
why are you telling me?
To you, we're strangers.
But I've known you all my life.
I need your help...
to convince Henry to go out there with me.
Henry? Why Henry? He...
THE KID: Because he hears it, the sound.
I think it's some kind of door
from one world to the other.
When I went back out there, nothing happened.
I didn't even know what to look for.
How... How do you know that it's even there at all?
It has to be.
You believe me, don't you?
I want to, and...
I just...
THE KID: Bring Henry to Harmony Hill.
There's something I want to remind him of.
Wait. I...
What was I like... over there?
Happier.
(Phone ringing)
(line out ringing)
HENRY (voicemail): This is Henry Deaver.
I'm away from my phone,
please leave a message after the tone.
- (beep) - MOLLY: Henry, I got your text.
I'm sorry, I haven't seen your mom.
I hope she's OK. But...
But I really need to talk to you.
Call me as soon as you can.
(siren wailing)
(loud squawking)
(tires squealing)
(crash)
(theme music playing)
(helicopter flying over)
MOLLY: What the fuck?
Ruth!
It's me! It's Molly.
Why don't you come down from there?
No, dear. I would, but I've got to get to the hospital.
You see, I love Alan Pangborn,
so I'll stay at the hospital three extra days this time,
and Alan won't leave my side.
How 'bout that?
Ruth, please.
Oh, gosh. Please come down.
Ruth, Alan's dead.
I know that.
I'm the one who shot him.
But he's also alive...
other times.
It's just zigs and zags,
forks in the river,
always changing, always the same.
Alan's dead, Alan's alive... (laughs)
Been here before, be here again.
You and me on the bridge.
Ruth, please.
Let's just go home.
Oh, you always say that. (laughs)
Every time.
One...
One of those other times...
you left Matthew.
You went away.
With Alan.
You already had a bag packed.
First time you've said that.
Ruth, please.
(TV on, faint)
Tonight's discharges.
Next chain's out tomorrow.
Augusta State, 0800.
Hundred-fifty-two less mouths to feed.
Uh, what about Bolduc Correctional?
LIEUTENANT: They're draggin' their ass on their intake,
so I'll keep pushin'. But nobody seems to give a damn
we got a deadline to clear this place out.
NEWSCASTER: The search is focusing
on a wide stretch of Castle Woods
near the suspect's last known location.
LIEUTENANT: Shawshank's been open a hundred years.
One head case goes postal, nine of my men are dead...
an institution dies with 'em.
(Wind whistling)
You hear it now?
- It's that way. - False witness.
I know you don't hear it.
And I know why you don't.
You see, I figured out the problem, Henry.
She's the problem.
She's forced you to deceive me
- No, sir... - the way that she's deceived me
for the last year with the Sheriff.
She lies with another man,
and that's a sin in the eyes of the Lord.
But soon your mother will be called home,
and when she's gone, we will live pure,
just the two of us, in the cathedral of His voice.
Gone where?
"For the wages of sin... is death."
- Romans. - Romans.
6:23.
That's a father's son.
What are you gonna do?
She's left me no choice.
No.
Henry.
Henry!
- MAN: Hey. - (grunts)
You OK, man?
Dude...
this shit's happening all over town.
Global warming, right?
(Starts car, revs engine)
- (ethereal sounds) - (footfalls)
(ethereal sounds continue)
(police radio chatter in distance)
(cops chatter)
WENDELL: What the hell?
(Camera clicks)
(ethereal sounds)
(door opens)
(beeping) Front door open.
MAN ON TV: And now privately owned Shawshank...
- Mom. - will be closing its doors...
Where's the Queen?
(Sigh of relief)
MOLLY: Henry.
Long history of suicide and corruption...
- I just talked to Jackie. - Wh...
- Are you OK? - What are you doing here?
I'll put this with the pepper, huh?
Um... I found her out on the bridge.
She was gonna jump again.
Jesus.
Henry, you got stabbed.
Henry, what...
I don't know what's happening.
He came to me, Henry.
Who?
(Birds squawking)
MOLLY: Warden Lacy, Zalewski, Juniper Hill, Alan...
terrible things just...
just follow him wherever he goes,
like he's a magnet or something.
And he's saying
it was the same for you over there.
(Scoffs) Over there.
- (sighs) - He knew everything, Henry.
About me, about you, your family...
He was in the shed for two days,
looking through all that old stuff.
Studying the albums, memorizing the tapes.
All he wants is for you to help him get home.
To go out to the woods with him.
MOLLY: Yes.
He thinks that the door is...
the...
The door or...
whatever it is...
he thinks it's open right now
and he doesn't know how long it will stay open for.
We need to turn him in, Molly.
(Sighs)
Where am I supposed to meet him?
You're not gonna help him.
My dad took me out to the woods chasing after a sound,
and he ended up dead.
Now, let's say I do believe this.
Now you're saying that you went out there
and you ended up dead too, so either way,
someone always ends up dead.
(Phone ringing)
- Henry. - Where is he, Molly?
(Phone continues ringing)
RUTH: Hello?
No. No.
(Ruth continues, indistinct)
(chatter)
- Wendell. - Dad.
Why did you get off that bus? What were you thinking?
Huh?
WENDELL: It was the sound.
- HENRY: What? - There's a sound
out there in the woods, Dad.
It's like a... hum.
I don't know. It's hard to explain.
I couldn't stay on the bus.
I had to get closer.
Let's go.
REESE: Mr. Deaver. A word.
- You can call me. - You're not goin'
anywhere this time.
Dad.
Give us a second.
Wait for me out there.
It's OK.
You know this man, don't you?
He's dead.
Eyewitness says that you and Mr. Branch
had an argument a few nights ago.
So here we are again.
(Banging on door)
Where is he?
Who?
You let him stay here
after we released him.
Oh. Um...
but he's not here.
Warden Lacy was right.
He's the fucking devil.
Hey. Are you... OK?
Do you need to come inside and...
sit down or something?
Oh!
REESE: Your fingerprints
were found in the RV, and your DNA,
you were in the woods late at night,
you fled the scene of a crime.
Friend of your father.
The bed & Breakfast, breaking and entering.
Wherever you go, there's bloodshed.
(Sighs)
People have always had questions about you.
Questions that never got answered.
And you come waltzing back to town,
and there's more questions than ever.
You're a lawyer.
Why wait for another one?
Phone call.
- (siren wails) - (prisoners shouting)
(banging on bus windows)
PRISONER: Two hours!
PRISONER 2: We been here so long!
(prisoners shouting, banging on windows)
COP: Ma'am, you said she just walked across the street?
- (banging continues) - Hey, knock it off!
Knock it off. Get down!
Natives are gettin' restless in here.
I can't leave 'em on the bus all day.
What the hell do you expect us to do?
GUARD: Jesus.
(Phone buzzing)
MOLLY: Hello?
You think he left it for Porter?
It's exactly like the one he left in my office.
I don't know what to believe about him anymore.
Molly, I need a favor.
A big one.
I need you to take Wendell to Boston.
- To his mother. - OK.
And from there, just keep drivin'.
Start over. Somewhere warm.
Virginia. Mexico.
Just...
get away from Castle Rock.
From all this.
From me.
You don't even live here.
Yeah, well, it looks like I'm gonna be...
stayin' here a little longer.
They can't possibly believe...
People around here believe all sorts of things about me.
- (door opens) - DEPUTY: Time's up.
(Sighs)
Harmony Hill.
The cemetery.
(Door closes)
(sirens wail in distance)
(sirens approach)
(helicopter approaching)
COP: Hands up!
Your dad didn't do anything.
You know that, right?
I guess.
MOLLY: This town is fucked up. Always has been.
Does it have something to do with the sound...
whatever's in the woods?
(Buzzer)
(door opening)
(muffled police radio chatter)
(door closes)
You sent them.
I understand.
It's what I would have done.
She told you...
everything?
I don't know how much time we have left.
If the sound stops...
I think I could be stuck here.
As long as I'm here, things will get worse.
People will die.
I can't stop it.
I'm not supposed to be here.
HENRY: And you didn't want any of this?
Who are you?
Same as you...
a victim.
Mm-mm. No.
I don't believe you.
What about the dream?
You're in a basement... or locked in a cage.
It makes sense that you don't remember.
Think about what you went through in that cage.
When they found me, even after I got out,
it didn't all fit together.
But then I got to your house...
my house.
Your memories will come back, too.
Maybe in pieces... one at a time.
They will.
If my mom had stayed in Castle Rock with my dad...
in your world, I mean...
what would have happened?
It would have killed her.
He knew all about Alan and Mom.
She told me after we left.
Romans 6:23.
"The wages of sin is..."
Death.
I have no idea what my son said, dear,
but I'm not one much for coddlin'.
G'night, Mrs. Deaver.
(Sighs)
MATTHEW: But soon your mother will be called home,
and when she's gone,
we will live pure, just the two of us,
in the cathedral of His voice.
"For the wages of sin is death."
(door buzzes open)
Move to the back of the cell...
both of you.
(Unlocking door)
GUARD: Let's go.
Stop.
(Unlocking door)
GUARD: Get in.
Bring 'em in!
(Inmates chattering)
INMATE: Whaddya think?
(Chatter continues, indistinct)
The fuck? It's him! Nic Cage!
(Chatter)
INMATE: Nic fuckin' Cage!
(Cell door closing)
National fuckin' treasure.
INMATE: Little punk bitch.
We're gonna turn you out, boy.
Come on, Nicky. Come lap it up, huh?
Whose bitch are you now, huh?
(Chatter, laughter)
INMATE: He don't look so fuckin' tough to me.
- Fuck off! - Shut up!
- Hey! - (shouting)
- Coyne was a fuckin' piece of shit.
I wish he died slower.
- Wanted to make you his bitch, didn't he?
- How 'bout I make you mine right now?
- Big words for a guy with such a little dick!
- Staring at me in the shower again? You fuckin' faggot.
- GUARD: Separate 'em! - (indistinct shouting)
I'll pay up. I'll pay up when you suck my...
- (excited chatter) - GUARD: Back up!
- Back up! Face the wall! - GUARD 2: Show me the weapon.
INMATE: I'm fuckin' bleeding!
Show me the shank, asshole.
- GUARD: Step back! - (weapon clatters)
GUARD 2: All right, settle down. Let's take a look.
GUARD 3: Hands on the wall! Now!
GUARD 1: Show me your hands.
Shit. Somebody get a medic in here...
- (gunshot) - (all shouting)
(gunshot)
INMATE: Come on! Come on! Keys!
(Gunfire continues)
(man groans)
(keys jingle)
(hinges creak)
(police radio chatter)
Come on.
(Distant shouting, gunfire)
(gunfire, screaming continue)
POLICE RADIO: All units, all units,
please respond, please respond...
WILLIE: Don't. Don't.
Don't.
(Groaning)
Don't... Don't go out there.
It's...
it's sss...
Henry. We need to leave.
No.
THE KID: Now.
You did this?
(Distant siren wails)
Get up.
(Distant gunfire)
(distant explosion)
(distant sirens wail)
(tires squeal in distance)
(distant screaming)
- (sirens wail) - (explosion)
(helicopter approaching)
THE KID: When we get there,
you'll see that it's all true.
I don't want to hurt you, Henry.
MATTHEW: Henry,
I don't want to hurt you!
Where'd you go, son?
Henry?
Where'd you go, son?
Henry, where'd you go?
(Gasps)
(ethereal noises)
(high-pitched ringing)
(ringing continues)
(birds squawking)
(squawking)
MATTHEW (echoing): Henry, where'd you go?
(squawking continues)
Henry, where'd you go?
Where'd you go, son?
Henry, I don't want to hurt you, son.
(Birds squawking)
(squawking continues)
(squawking)
Aah!
(Thud)
(bird squawking)
(high-pitched ringing)
(squawking intensifies)
(high-pitched ringing)
Is it louder?
(Helicopter approaching)
(The Kid grunts)
(ethereal growling)
(hissing)
(distant train whistle)
HENRY: Truth doesn't change; It's just truth. Pure.
But justice? Well, that looks different,
depending on what side of that invisible line you're on.
And Ron...
the line is here.
See?
Runs right through Wilma Jurzik's azaleas.
You dug your septic here.
Now, Maine property law is a briar patch,
but... I got some tricks up my sleeve.
WENDELL: Dad.
HENRY: Hey!
- You're early! - Yeah.
- (laughs) How ya doin'? - Good.
Check.
Take your time.
HENRY: Some folks get away...
(TV on, indistinct)
spend the rest of their lives
trying to forget this place.
MOLLY (on TV): Any real estate agent
can refer listing after listing.
My goal is to help people stay in their own neighborhood.
MOLLY: See you tomorrow, Grandma.
HENRY: Maybe they do forget... for a while.
(car door closes)
Some never leave, no matter how hard they try.
Most of us are trapped here for a reason.
(car starts)
Everyone in this town has some sin or regret...
some cage of his own making.
And a story, a sad one,
about how we got this way.
"It wasn't me, it was this place."
That's what we say.
But that's a story, too. It doesn't change a thing.
Maybe something turned you into a monster.
Or maybe you were one all along.
Doesn't matter.
You're here now... this is who you are.
This is where you live.
This is where you're from.
- (clanking) - (hinges creak)
What is this?
Christmas present.
- It's Christmas? - Tomorrow.
THE KID: I know you still have doubts, Henry.
How long are we gonna do this?
Don't know.
After a while, you forget...
which side of the bars you're on.
That's what Warden Lacy used to say.
Merry Christmas.
THE KID: Look how things turned out for him.
(Footfalls ascend)
- (clanking) - (hinges creak)
(metal door slams shut)
(ethereal noises)
"The axe felt right in my hand.
But let me tell you,
when I heard the pop of a skull giving up its secrets,
felt the root and stem of a cleft brain
stopping the blade,
I realized where that axe really belonged...
dead center of the good professor's head."
What, it's like a horror whatever?
- That's pretty reductive. - I don't get the title.
"Overlooked." (laughs) Who's overlooked?
Backstory.
You know? Ancient history.
It's family history.
I'm actually headed out west on a research trip next month.
Best place to finish a book is where it started.
I read that somewhere.
(Music playing)
♪ Dearest darlin' ♪
♪ I had to write to say ♪
♪ That I won't be home anymore ♪
♪ For something happened to me ♪
♪ As I was drivin' home ♪
♪ And I'm not the same anymore ♪
♪ Oh, I was only ♪
♪ Twenty-four hours from Tulsa ♪
♪ Oh, only ♪
♪ One day away from your arms ♪
♪ I saw the welcoming light ♪
♪ And stopped to rest for the night ♪
♪ And that is when I saw you ♪
♪ As I pulled in outside of the small motel ♪
♪ He was there ♪
♪ And so I walked up to him ♪
♪ Asked where I could get something to eat ♪
♪ And he showed me where ♪
♪ Oh, I was only ♪
♪ Twenty-four hours from Tulsa ♪
♪ Oh, only ♪
♪ One day away from your arms ♪
♪ He took me to the café ♪
♪ And he asked me if I would stay ♪
♪ I said "OK" ♪
(music continues)
ROBOTIC VOICE: Bad robot!
(crackles)