Hulu original thriller Castle Rock drops its 5th episode Wednesday.
#CastleRock is based on a variety of Stephen King novels and has been renewed for a second season.
rottentomatoes: 86%
metacritic: 66
imdb: 8.8
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 was 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?” — Henry Deaver
“I’m the lawyer. Fifth Circuit’s gonna rule against us. I’m sorry, Leanne. The governor is a long shot. But– what? Gene Pitney. ’24 hours from Tulsa.’ Is that what you’re afraid of?” — Henry Deaver
“What’s goin’ on? What– hey! Hey, I’m her witness. You don’t get a fucking do-over! –fucking’ witness! Hey!” — Henry Deaver
“Hello? Yeah. Yeah, Henry Matthew Deaver the attorney. What? I-I can’t hear you. Whoever you’ve got isn’t my client. My clients are all dead. Who– who is this?” — Henry Deaver
“I don’t remember.” — Henry Deaver
“What the hell? Hello? Mom? Mom? Ruth? Mom. Mom. It’s me. I’m Henry. I called you this morning. I had to fly in for a– a work thing. But I wanted to see you. Wendell is fifteen, mom. What– w-what happened to the nurse? Your Medicare pays for a home health aide. I arranged it all with St. Jude’s. Gone? Where? Is someone in the house? Alan? W-what’s going on? Few days. A client. So, what is this, Alan? You livin’ here? And my father’s shirts, you… enjoy those, too? Where is he? My father. I stopped by the church, and the cemetery is– is gone. So they… just– paved over the bodies? they can’t do that without our permission. Nobody thought to pick up the phone and call me? Did she even know what she was signing for? You signed for her. What else you been signing for, Alan?” — Henry Deaver
“Client. I don’t have it. I got a call. One of your prisoners asked for me. I.. didn’t get all the details. Through the opening, please. Mm-hmm.” — Henry Deaver
“I’m sorry to hear about your predecessor. Always heard nice things about him. My, uh, father worked here. Visited a lot, anyway, back in the eighties. Ecclesiastes. Pastor. He led Bible study from time to time. Any idea why Warden Lacy would have– and some people guillotine themselves with a Lincoln. Guess everybody deals with retirement differently. What about… recent transfers? Thing is, a ghost called me. From inside this prison. Had some free time. And if you happen to find the missing page from your book, you’ll get in touch. I assume private prisons still fall under the purview of the Constitution. How’d you know I work capital cases? I didn’t say I work capital.” — Henry Deaver
“I’m good. You knew Dale Lacy a long time, right? Why did he do it? I got a call from Shawshank. They found a kid in a cage. I don’t know yet. Not a cell. A cage. Huh? Whole ‘nother world? Same blue line.” — Henry Deaver
“Um, hello. I’m an attorney for– no. Yes. I’m with you on that. I’m actually here about a particular prison. An inmate your husband may have taken a special interest in? ‘Goodness of God leadeth thee to repentance.’ Well… Martha, frankly, I worry Northeast Correctional doesn’t have this young man’s best interests at heart, the way your husband did. They can’t even find the man’s file. Did your husband ever bring any work home with him? He painted these? Uh… I’m sorry? Last I checked. Last I checked. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you. I just want to– what’s in the basement?” — Henry Deaver
“No. Do you ever get the sense there was something he was hiding, something weighing on his conscience. But this was his church. Died doin’ what he loved. That’s right. Thank you for your time. What I came from?” — Henry Deaver
Dennis Zalewski
Shawshank State Penitentiary prison guard Dennis Zalewski discovers a mysterious inmate in the recesses of the facility in Castle Rock, Maine.
“Actually, the gym’s already double-bunk, ma’am. The whole prison is. Of course. Except for block F, but that’s been closed since the Christmas fire in ’87. Zaleski, ma’am. Sixty, seventy, at least. But, I mean, nobody goes down there anymore.” — Dennis Zalewski
“He had a severance package from Northeast Correctional that was six figures. That’s on top of his pension. So? Why did he off himself? Holy shit. Right here, that’s where they stacked the bodies. Yeah. Mm-hmm. Really? Great. Thanks. No. We’re supposed to count the beds. Hey! Somebody’s been here. Hello? Ah, shit. Great. Hello? Oh, fuck!” — Dennis Zalewski
“The kid? Didn’t say a word. He’s like a mute. Hey. It’s a shower. To-to clean? Water? It’s okay.” — Dennis Zalewski
“Jesus Christ. What do you think it does to a guy? Bein’ here… trapped, alone. It’s funny? Hey, there was a big coffee can full of cigarette butts right here. Do you see that anywhere?” — Dennis Zalewski
“Hey. If they can’t figure out who he is, they gotta let him go, right? Who the fuck’s Henry Deaver?” — Dennis Zalewski
“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.” — Dennis Zalewski
“All right, that’s it, everybody, time’s up. Get in line, better get back in.” — Dennis Zalewski
“Shhh… it! S-sorry.” — Dennis Zalewski
“You didn’t, like, leave here last night, did you? Wander out or something? ‘Course you didn’t. Um… I’m– I’m– I’m screwed up, and– and I got… you know, fathers get this thing called sympathetic pregnancy– mind fog, nausea, it fucks with your sleep and stuff, it’s– all right.” — Dennis Zalewski
The Kid
“Henry Deaver. Henry… Matthew… Deaver.” — The Kid
“Don’t want to touch me.” — The Kid
“You’re Deaver? Has it begun? Boats? How many years old are you? Do you hear it now?” — The Kid
“He has a name. He has a name written on him which no one knows except himself. He’s clothed… with a robe dipped in blood, and his name is called the Word of God.” — The Kid
Martha Lacy
“Don’t tell me– breakfast in bed? I wish you’d taken that buyout 30 years ago. Oh! Will there be a cake? Penny’s driving me to Portland. I’m buying new shorts. I told her, ‘Dale retires, we’re gonna find out once and for all if he’s got knees.’ Last day, Mr. Lacy.” — Martha Lacy
“Yes? Northeast Correctional. Someone suing Northeast Correctional, then? As far as I’m concerned, private prisons should be outlawed. I hope you’ll take this all the way to the Supreme Court. Oh. Dale believed in rehabilitation. Off the clock, he called it grace. He knew his Romans 2. Exactly. When he did, it stayed in his office. House rule. Would you like to take a look? Admiring Dale’s art? Oh, Dale could have been a professional. Everyone says it. I’ so sorry. You’ll excuse me. Hello? Are you black? That was Sally from next door. Are you black? You’re Henry Deaver aren’t you? We knew your father. We were members of his congregation. After what you did? And now you take advantage of a blind woman? There’s a special place in hell. Don’t make me call the State Police.” — Martha Lacy
Dale Lacy
“After you, Mrs. Lacy. No. It’s not really a cake… crowd. Hmm. That’s easy for you to say, you won’t have to look at them.” — Dale Lacy
“When they find you… ask for Henry Deaver. Henry Matthew Deaver.” — Dale Lacy
“People think we’re just one of those dead towns they’ve heard about. A run of bad luck, worse judgement, broken promises. We know different, don’t we? It’s not luck. It’s a plan. And not God’s, either. Remember The Dog? The Strangler? Sure you do. How about all the others that didn’t make headlines? Nineteen sixty-one. It was the fall after they found that boy’s body out by the train tracks. I took a hard hit. Almost didn’t make it home. Turned out, I wasn’t the one people needed to worry about. My younger brother was. That was my first taste of what this town could do to someone. Take any house in this town. Hell, take mine. Every inch is stained with someone’s sin. I lie awake at night thinking about all the blood spilled under my roof alone. People say, ‘it wasn’t me. it was this place.’ And the thing is… …they’re right.” — Dale Lacy
“Parole Board may run long. I wouldn’t wait up. I used to get down on my knees… and ask God to show me my purpose. With all the guile of hell arrayed against this town, what can one decent man do? ‘Let me stand athwart the doorway,’ I told Him. But God… he doesn’t take requests. So I waited… … for years. … for instructions. And then, one day… one beautiful day…. …God answered.” — Dale Lacy
“Only a few others knew those terrible things we did for our town. For our home. And, well, I pray they’ve long since forgotten.” — Dale Lacy
“Give a man the keys to the dungeon… …tell him to lock up the monster. Or pin a star on his chest. Call him ‘sheriff.’ Maybe he succeeds a while– a year, a decade or two if he’s lucky– but evil outlasts us all.” — Dale Lacy
“‘Never again let him see the light of day.’ That’s what God told me. He told me where to find him… how his prison should be built… …how to put an end to all the horrors we’ve seen in this town. What he didn’t tell me was how full of doubt I would be about what we did… …or where I’d wind up in the end. I fear for this place. I fear what’s to come, Alan. But I also know Castle Rock still has a defender, even in the dead of night.” — Dale Lacy
Lieutenant
“Some folks aren’t built for retirement, same deal as my old man. Finished his twenty in the Navy, dead in a year. My point is, it wasn’t the smoothest shift change, but we’re damn glad to have you. Little trivia. Shawshank’s actually lost four wardens in office. You can still see the bullet hole where Warden– all right.” — Lieutenant
“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. Nothin’, huh? All right.” — Lieutenant
Warden T. Porter
“That a fact? We can skip the audio tour. Ohh. If this were my office, I’d kill myself too. Officer…? How many beds in block F? You’re telling me that my predecessor left an entire wing of this prison unoccupied for 30 years? Why?” — Warden T. Porter
“This is a public relations disaster. Why don’t we… take a beat. Sort out what we’re dealing with here before we make any calls. Young man, who are you? What’s your name? Can he hear me? Have we checked out his ears? Or are we playing some kind of fuckin’ charades here, because– okay.” — Warden T. Porter
“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. Mnh-mnh. Yeah, then he pulls a Willie Horton and I spend the rest of my career in accounts receivable.” — Warden T. Porter
“You don’t get on the board by springing problems on the board.” — Warden T. Porter
“We’re moving to enterprise software, but the wheels turn slowly, even in the private sector. Oh, really? Corrections? Forced buyout. Some folks are just not cut out for the 19th hole. 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. Your anonymous caller. And then you flew two thousand miles? Mr. Deaver. The average CO is a 25-year-old who makes nine dollars 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. 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. Sorry? Oh, we don’t have gallows here, but we do have cable news. I was sorry to hear about your client.” — Warden T. Porter
“Could I have the check? How long ago was this?” — Warden T. Porter
“And tell him what? That he can add criminal conspiracy to– I don’t even know what this was. A decent man. Lacy. Everyone says it. Good man. So he must have had a good reason.” — Warden T. Porter
Reeves
“You know, they never found the head. Heard they got a deal on the funeral. Ten percent off. It’s yours now. Boost enrollment by 20 percent, we can get an extra 1.5 million a year. We can always park non-violents in the gym. Thank you, officer.” — Reeves
“He’s never been processed, not even a jaywalking charge. No fingerprints in the system. So, do we call the cops or the board of directors?” — Reeves
“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. We could take him for a drive. Drop him over the border. Or we could find him a roomie. A psycho who collects life sentences. Circle of life.” — Reeves
“I’ll find out who called him. What did Pruitt say? My job is to fix things.” — Reeves
“The fuck do you say to something like that? So… is it time to call Pruitt? Ugh. Fucking fingernails. Who? You want me to make it all go away?” — Reeves
“Get up. Go ahead and stop. Looks like you gentlemen are double-booked. Austerity measures.” — Reeves
Boyd
“So? Who am I, Sigmund Freud? I don’t know, sometimes a rope is just a fuckin’ rope. Fuckin’ jailbird barbecue. All right, bro, that’s night-nights. Oh, fuck, yeah. Do you want in?” — Boyd
“What did he say when you found him? Oh! What the fuck is this thing anyway? It’s like a… it’s like an old water tank? What? I don’t know. Saw a kid do two weeks in the hole, came out thinkin’ he was the Easter bunny.” — Boyd
“Okay, one old perv in charge of a prison plus one fuck slave, in an oil tank, mins one head. How’s my math on that? 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. That’s not Henry Deaver. It’s a long story.” — Boyd
“What the fuck are you doing?! Are you fuckin’ crazy?! Zaleski! Put the fucking gun down, man. What the fuck is the matter with you? Fuck!” — Boyd
Leanne
“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? Your first memory. 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 smell and the… songs and 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 ya? That’s what I want.” — Leanne
Alan Pangborn
“Henry? Henry! Henry!” — Alan Pangborn
“Look at me. Look at me. I’m Alan. I’m a friend of your mother’s. No frostbite. You been inside somewhere? It was minus-forty last night. You know how cold that is? Freeze to death in an hour. And you’ve been gone, like, 11 days. So what happened out there? son, do you know what happened to your father? Okay.” — Alan Pangborn
“Are we on fire? You know, there’s easier ways to get a man out of the shower. Was. Been a few years now, Ruth. Why don’t you see if you can scare up some fresh sheets for your boy? If he’s stayin’. What brings you home? Oh, yeah? You’ve burned through all the killers in Texas? Frequent flyer. Your mother and I enjoy one another’s companionship. I don’t think he’s gonna miss it. Who? Oh… yea, the church made some wildcat investments, didn’t pan out, had to parcel the land. No, they moved ’em. To a yard up in Banner, by the airport. My experience, the dead are not particular. Your mother gave it. I deposited the distress settlement for her, too.” — Alan Pangborn
“Whistle dry? The warden? We weren’t exactly handball buddies. This might surprise you, given your line of work, but it’s not always a happy job, carryin’ the keys. Call from who? What I hear, prison’s full of cells. Huh. Henry, I’m just an old-school cop. Corrections? That’s a whole ‘nother world. You know where he did it? Castle Lake. The bluff. Right where I found you. Damnedest thing. Huh.” — Alan Pangborn
“Thank you. Oh, God. Let’s try the $6 Coors. You mind? Shawshank, huh? Rough month. Not everyone’s cut out for corrections work. Some guys just– I was a lawman myself. They’re namin’ a bridge after me. Hundred and fifty tons of steel and concrete. Hallelujah. ‘Course back then we didn’t have the Buck Rogers shit– body cams, computers– it was just you in your cruiser makin’ a call. I remember one night this Towncar whips past, bat out of hell. I pull the guy over. Turns out to be your predecessor, Warden Lacy. Well, that night he told me he had finally figured out what was wrong with Castle Rock. He said he had always thought the devil was just a metaphor, but now he knew the devil was a boy. And old Dale said he caught him, had locked the devil in a box. And from here on out, it was blue skies and butterflies. Don’t let that fuckin’ kid out.” — Alan Pangborn
Molly Strand
“What? You’ll tell your homeroom teacher? It’s for me. I’ve got a condition. Oh, yeah, I can get you rest on Thursday or… a postdated check if you want. You need kids, by the way. To be a MILF.” — Molly Strand
“Is he okay? So? I ordered for you just to save some time. Oh, I’m doing great, actually. I’ve sold two houses already this month. Okay, well, I don’t have social anxiety. There are nerves in the brain, they’re called mirror neurons. And they’re responsible for empathy. What? No! No, I’m not some junkie. I take half a pill, once a day, just to muffle other people’s noise. Forget it. I called you… because I’m going to be on Local Color next week. I’m going on to talk about the revitalization of historic downtown, starting with the yarn mill. So I need $40,000 from the equity of Mom and Dad’s house for a five-year commercial lease. Mm-hmm. Do you know how many people in this county watch Local Color? I signed your name and filed the papers this morning. Thank you for lunch.” — Molly Strand
Dean Merrill
“The MILF. Twice in one month? If I find out you’ve been… subcontracting me– Obamacare’s been repealed. No co-pays. Forty gets you eight fives. What? See you around.” — Dean Merrill
Ruth Deaver
“Henry!” — Ruth Deaver
“Oh! My, uh… my white oaks are dead. It’s a miracle they didn’t topple over and kill 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. Henry. Yeah, of course you are. Okay. Maris watching the baby? Who? Oh! Constance. Long gone. Well, I’d like to say heaven, but I have my suspicions. Someone’s in the house? Henry, do you know Alan Pangborn? He’s our country sheriff. You boys must be hungry. How about some bacon and eggs? Yeah. Oh! The sheets!” — Ruth Deaver
Jackie Torrance
“All God’s children.” — Jackie Torrance
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