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[man huffing breath]
[wincing] [grunting] [straining]
T!
-T! -[Timmy shrieking]
-[grunts] -[Timmy shrieking]
-[screaming] -[Timmy wailing]
[shouting] Brenda!
[distant siren wailing]
-[Frank straining] -[Timmy shrieking]
[screaming]
[prison gate opening]
-[man] [over radio] [indistinct]
-Tad Dowling has been granted a weekend of freedom.
[wet mop sloshing] -[Manny] A furlough?
-[Larue] Hedonistic politicians and their kinder,
and gentler approach...
-Dowling! Grab your personals and get changed.
You've been processed.
-I'm out now? Who-- Why?
-Prison board granted you a 48-hour hall pass.
Something about consistent good behavior.
-[Manny] I'll have him ready for an 8 a.m. release.
-State gave this man wings and I say he flies tonight.
-Leave it!
[prison gate clangs]
-[Clark] He's always watching you, hear?
Even on the outside.
Keep it to yourself.
-Dowling! Let's move your ass!
-[man] [over PA] [indistinct]
[tense music building]
-[inmate screaming]
[inmate indistinct chatter]
[tense music building]
-[Meeks] Tad...
-Pray he returns void of new sin.
-[man] [over PA] [indistinct]
[dramatic music] [thunder rumbling]
-[Manny] Dowling it's a 48-hour furlough, not 49.
Don't make us come looking for you.
-[Tad] I won't.
[over PA] Yard two, checkpoint [indistinct]
-[man] [over radio] [indistinct]
[dramatic music]
[thunder rumbling]
-[Manny] Open the gate!
[prison gate opening]
-Where's my ride?
-Driveway's a mess. Gotta hoof it up the road.
Cab's waiting. Let's go.
[dramatic music]
-[Meeks sobbing]
-[man] [over PA] Lights out.
-[Meeks sobbing] My kids... [shuddering breath]
[Meeks sobbing] [sniffling]
[Meeks sobbing]
-We're not gonna need the weekend, Warden.
I know this isn't what you want to hear,
but compliance has failed.
If the facility had been maintained,
the state wouldn't be shutting you down.
-With all the budget cuts we've been dealing with
the last two years, I can--
-With all due respect, Warden,
you've had 22 health code violations,
got 13 permit lapses--
-Alan...
Warden has a copy of the report.
-[deep sigh]
[keys jangling]
[footsteps receding]
[Frank sighs]
-[Alan] Between Dade and Marion,
all the inmates are covered.
The transport buses, they're locked in for Sunday,
and I even found a few new jobs for some of the staff in Hardee.
-Nice work, Alan.
-Thanks.
[Frank chuckling]
-Hey, doc.
What's the status in there?
-All the repeat offenders:
flu, infections, all kinds of injuries.
-I'll go file these. Meet you in front.
-How's he doing?
-Great.
I'm really impressed with how you're helping him.
-It's all him. He's doing it.
-Sure. That's three closures this quarter.
Are you trying to set some kind of record?
-[chuckling] I doubt Guinness will take note.
-You make it look simple.
-Ah. You've done more than a few of these yourself.
-It's not hard to properly diagnose patients
when you give a shit.
The system's in for a big shock.
This AIDS thing's about to explode.
[prison gate banging]
-[Allie] Do you remember that job in Troy?
We drank and laughed all night in that dive bar.
That terrible band.
And that older woman who had an amazing voice.
-I gave her 50 bucks. [laughing]
-I want to see more of you.
Not only when we're working the same job.
[lighter flicks]
[softly] No.
-[chuckling] First you quit drinking.
Now you don't smoke?
-I'm trying to take better care of myself.
You should try it.
[gentle music]
I'm worried about you.
-Don't be. [puffing smoke]
-Frank...
I can help you if you let me.
-Please stop.
[door creaks open]
-[Allie] You sleep with me
and then you just push me away.
-[Frank] Healing takes time.
Isn't that what you said?
[crickets chirping]
-[Allie] It's been two years,
you can't drink it away.
-[Frank] [groaning] I got an early morning.
[crickets chirping]
[distant siren wailing]
BUREAU OF CORRECTIONS
[cars honking]
[cheerful chatter]
[telephone ringing]
[staff laughing]
-[Patrick] Merry, merry.
[knock on door]
-Pat. Come on in.
I'm just finishing up the White Oak file.
-[Patrick] Frank, there's a party going on.
-Mm-hmm. I can hear it.
[staff laughing]
-With all the pink slips, I figured the team
could use a little Christmas [taps on table] cheer.
[typewriter clacking] [phone ringing]
-Who's gonna cheer up everyone who just got fired?
-You are a regular Santa Claus, Frank.
Fewer prisons mean less work for all.
But not for you, you are in high demand.
-What's that?
-Your white elephant gift.
-Seneca Ridge.
Place is old, but I heard it's--
it's run like a Swiss watch.
What's the problem?
-An inmate escaped under the new furlough program.
The bastard just decided not to come back.
Beau LaRue has proved himself to be an excellent warden,
tough as nails.
[voice muffled] But his prison is aging,
isolated out there.
-[man] [whispers] Let me show you.
[power supply clangs]
-[Patrick] First time they've come up for review,
and now we've received a string of complaints
from inmates and even some of the staff.
We need you down there for a quick assessment.
See if it's an isolated incident
or maybe there's a bigger problem.
-[Frank] You know what,
give it to Alan.
He's ready.
Kid's gotta get his feet wet sooner than later.
-[Patrick] Okay.
Let's see if the kid can swim.
[telephone ringing]
[drawer opening]
[pill bottle rattling]
[melancholy music]
-[Timmy giggling] Daddy, look!
[knock on door]
-Wanted to talk to you about Seneca Ridge.
-Should be pretty straightforward.
It's a good first for you.
-Thank you, Frank.
I won't let you down.
-I know you won't.
-Now, you can call me if you need anything, okay?
-Thanks again.
[birds chirping]
[forlorn music]
-[man] [over radio] [indistinct]
[prison siren blaring]
-Alan Murphy, Bureau of Corrections.
-Captain Dale Aarons, head of operations.
This is Lieutenant Hector Ramos
assistant to the Warden.
Did you get settled at the motel?
-Settled circa 1965.
-We had a lot of visitors back in the heyday.
Place shut down in '79. We took it over.
-Yeah, we don't use it much anymore,
but it's a stone's throw away.
-Iron lock and keys?
You know state law mandated the upgrade
to electromechanical.
What is this, Robben Island?
-No, you won't find Nelson Mandela here.
Warden updated the lights and cameras.
Not much else, it's the way he wants it.
Should we go in?
-Yeah.
[uneasy string music]
[background chatter]
-[man] [over radio] [indistinct]
[dramatic music]
[phone trilling]
-[voicemail] You've reached Frank Morley
with the Bureau of Corrections. Leave a message.
-Hey, Frank, it's Alan.
I'm working through the Seneca Ridge protocols
I haven't gotten anywhere on the missing inmate,
but I think he could be connected to an execution
that happened here back in '78.
Call me back when you can.
[telephone receiver clangs]
[tense music]
[toilet flushing]
[breathing heavily]
[faucet running]
[tires crunching on gravel]
[door opens]
[looming music]
[door closing]
[breathing heavily]
Fuck it.
[rotary phone dial spinning]
[phone trilling]
-[Frank] You've reached the Morleys.
Leave a message at the beep, and we'll get right back to you.
[line beeps]
-Frank, I'm sorry to bug you at home.
I'm over my head.
That execution in '78,
we have to take a look at a guy named Dustin Reeves.
Something bad happened here.
It seems like a lot of bad things happened here,
and this is a mess, and I need your...
[line beeps]
-[over phone] Voicemail is full.
-Help.
[telephone receiver clangs]
-[Meeks sobbing] [mumbling]
-[inmate 1] Go to sleep.
-[whispering] Hey, shut the fuck up.
-[Meeks] I don't want to hear 'em anymore.
-I ain't playing, man. Shut the fuck up.
-[inmate 2] Come on, man! -[sobbing] Make it stop!
-[whispering] Another night, man?
Okay.
-[inmate 3] Shut the fuck up, Meeks.
-[cellmate] Swear to god, if gotta come up here...
-[sobbing] [mumbling] Make it stop.
-[cellmate] That's it, motherfucker.
I'm gonna beat the shit out of you.
-[inmate 4] [shouting] That's it, Meeks!
-Please. -[cellmate] What the fuck?
-Please, stop.
-[cellmate] Meeks, what the fuck did you do?!
-[inmate 5] Come on! [indistinct]
-[shouting] Guards! He's bleeding!
Somebody help! I need a guard!
Help!
[water running]
[radio playing music]
[radio dial searching]
[guitar plucking]
-[Alan sighs]
[guitar plucking]
[low rumbling]
[water splashing]
[Alan convulsing]
[crickets chirping]
RIDGE MOTEL VACANCY
-[woman] [indistinct] ten minutes out.
Transporting on [indistinct]
-[man] [indistinct]
-I am so sorry about this, Frank.
-He left me a pretty frantic message.
-Wait until you see inside.
-Give me a minute? -Sure.
[somber music]
[camera shutter clicks]
-[man] [indistinct]
-Give us the room, guys?
[somber music]
-Well, what is all this?
-Alan had a busy week.
[somber music]
-[man] [indistinct]
[somber music]
-You sure you want to pick this up?
The Bureau is down for the holidays.
You'd be on your own.
-No. I do.
Has the family been notified yet?
[door opens]
I'll do it.
-[Sheriff Bordeaux] Who the hell are you two?
You're standing in the middle of my crime scene.
-[Patrick] We're from the Bureau of Corrections.
He was one of ours.
-Oh. This is a hell of a mess.
Looks like your fella was really losing it in here,
huh?
-[man] [indistinct]
-[Allie] None of this makes sense.
-We need to give their team time to investigate this.
-[Allie] I know how much Alan meant to you,
but Frank, please be careful.
-I will.
-[Allie] I'm so sorry.
Is there anything I can do?
-I don't know.
Alan wasn't conducting a standard inspection.
I need to figure out why.
-[Allie] The Bureau will have his body sent here.
We'll do everything we can to figure out what happened.
[telephone receiver clatters] [coins clinking]
-[Allie] Do what you have to do,
then come home.
I'm here for you.
[engine revving]
[unsettling music]
[car door bangs]
-[man] [over radio] [indistinct]
-Frank Morley, Bureau of Corrections.
-[Aarons] Captain Dale Aarons, head of operations.
This is Lieutenant Hector Ramos,
assistant to the Warden.
-Feels like déjà vu, huh?
-Yeah.
-Helluva ride in there.
-Road's too soft to pave.
-Great place to put a prison.
-Yeah, standing strong since the Civil War.
-I can see why the other side won.
-Yeah, right. [chuckles]
[eerie music]
-[man][over PA] Prisoner 32098,
report to the station.
[prison gate hissing]
[prison gate rattling]
-[man][over PA] [indistinct]
[over radio] Nine-one-one. [indistinct]
[prison gate hissing]
[breathing heavily]
-Warden and his son, Jacob.
-[LaRue] Mr. Morley. Please don't get up.
My apologies for the wait.
Thank you, Officer Aarons.
And I am sincerely sorry about your associate.
I've been praying for his soul.
[footsteps receding]
Tell me do you think it was an accident?
Or God forbid,
the isolation got to the young man
and he took his own life?
-That's a bold assumption,
and a pretty goddamn baseless one.
-In my prison, sir,
you will not take the Lord's name in vain.
I meant no disrespect.
I had just observed the young man
acting very, very strangely.
But you're right.
Suicide is a terrible assumption.
Every life is precious, forgive me.
I've instructed my staff to attend to your every need.
I want to find our missing inmates
and have you complete your process
as quickly and as painlessly as possible.
-Good.
You are, uh, quite isolated out here.
-[chuckles] Yes. The Alcatraz of the Appalachia.
Replace the sharks with rattlers
and their cold bay with our dense forests.
-Makes for an ambitious escape.
-Mm. That's the idea.
-[man] [over PA] [indistinct]
-Evil takes on many forms, don't you think?
Those were painted by a poor soul executed here.
Talented young man.
Do you travel much?
I have a nomad for a son.
Always writing to me where he's been,
where he's gone.
Says I should join him. [dry chuckle]
-Hm. Maybe it's time to retire.
-Seneca's been in my family's care for generations.
It was my father's sole purpose
and his father's before him.
Until this week,
I thought it would be mine to pass down.
Please... take that into consideration
before you tear it apart.
I'm just trying to hold on to something I love.
You know what that's like.
Don't you, Mr. Morley?
-[breathing heavily] Yes. I do, Warden.
-Respect my prison and my team
and we will respect you and your process.
-I can do that. Thank you, Warden.
-Mm-hmm.
Officer Aarons will show you around.
-Thank you. -Mm.
-[Aarons] It's a shame about Alan.
Took a deep dive into our file.
Had some work ethic.
-Yeah.
He wanted to prove himself.
-Yeah, most young men do.
-Where'd you put in your time?
-Farmington.
Almost retired there until...
Beau or Warden LaRue,
asked if I had a few more miles left in me.
I knew Seneca's reputation, so I said yes.
Look, he's a strict man.
He's a fair man.
I didn't want to let him down.
-Hm.
Seems old man got something to prove as well, huh?
-I suppose you're right, Mr. Morley.
-[chuckles] Call me Frank.
-[inmates] [catcalls] [shouting indistinctly]
-[Aarons] After we lost A-Block to the fire of '74,
-[shouting indistinctly]
B-Block became Seneca's main housing unit.
-[shouting indistinctly]
-Most of the general population lives in these three tiers.
-[inmates shouting indistinctly]
-[man] [over radio] [indistinct]
-Betas record 24/7.
-Why are some of these monitors not working?
During our security updates,
certain cameras were redeployed or turned off.
We have an infirmary, OR, and a morgue.
We can manage almost any crisis on site,
even if we're cut off from the outside world.
This is C-Block, our shuttered psych ward.
You can blame Reagan for that.
We use it as solitary now.
[keys jangling]
-[Meeks] Make it stop. Make it stop.
Make it stop.
Make -- it -- stop.
[sinister music]
Make it stop. [wailing]
[sinister music]
[dramatic stinger]
-[Frank] Jesus Christ!
-The Warden despises blasphemy.
-Keep away from the door.
-[Meeks] Can you hear it?
-Meeks, now stop it.
-I hear it.
It's a warning.
-A warning for what?
-Don't encourage him.
-Retribution.
[groaning]
[sobbing] It's inevitable.
-[Frank] How long has he been in solitary?
-[Officer Aarons] Not long. But for the past few weeks,
he's checked in and out quite a bit.
-This place is in pretty rough shape.
-[Aarons] Well, there's always repairs going on.
This facility is over 100 years old.
[liquid bubbling]
-Looks like blood, doesn't it?
-It's algae growing in the pipes.
[liquid bubbling]
-[sighs]
[sniffs] Why do I smell oil?
-Hmm. [keys jangling]
The whole place is heated with oil.
The EPA folks made us move these in here
to keep up to code.
-[scoffs] To keep up to code?
-[chuckles] Yeah.
-What's all that?
-[Aarons] Our old electrocution chamber.
-Above all this?
-It's just our records room now.
[keys jangling]
This is D-Block.
Our death row.
[prison gate creaking]
We've only got one inmate left.
-[man] [over radio] [indistinct]
End of the line, our execution chamber.
[unsettling music]
-How long has it been shut down?
-Almost a decade.
All the old inmate records are in these filing cabinets.
And...
there's your master set of keys.
Get around on your own.
-I appreciate you, Officer Aarons.
Thank you very much.
And, uh, I'm sure you want to be heading home,
so let's call it a day.
-Please, call me Dale.
And that clock you're looking at?
It's only right twice a day.
-[man] [over PA] [indistinct]
[Frank chuckling]
-Frank...
if you close this place down,
it's time for me to retire.
So just say the word and I'm gone.
-Ah, we're not there yet.
-[man] [over PA] [indistinct]
-You'll find the sheets sandpaper soft.
But it's nice and quiet.
I'm sorry you have to spend Christmas here
away from your loved ones.
[emotional music]
-[sighs]
[sighs]
[crickets chirping]
[water dripping echoes]
[light bulb buzzing]
[sighs]
[birds chirping]
[insects buzzing]
[door thuds]
[door creaks]
[light buzzing]
[looming music]
What did you find, Alan?
What did you find?
[somber music]
-[Alan VO] Thank you, Frank.
I won't let you down.
[birds chirping]
-Nineteen graves hold the lost souls of Seneca.
Some taken before their time.
-Quite an ending.
Boxed up in pine buried by the place that killed you.
-Not pine.
The water's too close to the surface.
These men were buried in concrete.
-Why's this one unmarked?
-[Aarons] Warden stopped engravings in '78.
Last man executed at Seneca:
Dustin Reeves.
-[Frank] Reeves.
Reeves.
[paper rustling]
-[man] [whispering] Listen...
[watch ticking]
-[inmate] [indistinct]
-[Clark] May the Lord in His love
and mercy give you...
[clock ticking]
[heavy footfalls]
...with the grace of the Holy Spirit,
may the Lord who frees you from sin,
save you and raise you up.
Amen.
Got a light?
These matches are for shit.
Wish I had my Zippo.
That thing worked anywhere.
-Things'll kill you, you know.
-Better than 2,400 volts right, Frank?
-You know why I'm here?
-Word travels fast through these cold cement walls.
Thick iron bars.
-Poetic.
-Come on, now.
Come to shut this place down.
You're the executioner.
-[Frank] Every cell in this block is gutted.
This one looks like a time capsule.
Why's that?
-[Clark] [clicking tongue] Devil of Seneca Ridge.
Even the Wardens are afraid to go in there.
-You're on death row, buddy.
Devils are a dime a dozen.
-[Clark] Last guy was clever too.
-Alan.
You met him?
-Only saw that look in his eyes.
He was putting all the pieces together.
[ominous music]
[pill bottle rattles]
[flies buzzing]
[gulps]
[Timmy whimpering]
[haunting music]
Daddy. Help me.
-[Frank whimpering]
-[Timmy] Please.
[dramatic music]
[building crescendo]
[telephone ringing]
-[sniffles] Hello?
-Frank?
-Allie.
-[Allie] Are you okay?
-Yeah. What time is it?
-[Allie] Late. Are you all right?
-Yeah. Um...
[booming noise]
[distant slamming]
-[Allie] What was that?
-My doctor prescribed Valium, and I'm taking Klonopin as well,
and I just wanna know if it can cause hallucinations.
-[Allie] That's a bad combination,
especially if you're still drinking.
[sighs] Listen.
I didn't wanna bring this up with everything going on,
but there's something I need to tell you.
I--
[distant slamming]
Frank?
[distant slamming]
[door slamming]
[ominous music]
[ominous music continues]
-[over radio] [indistinct] Officers are on the scene.
-[woman] [over radio] [indistinct]
-Nobody thought to look here?
-This is LaRue's oversight.
This is prison property.
It's their responsibility.
They handle the autopsy, everything.
-This could be a homicide.
-A homicide? Really?
-Two bodies found a few hundred feet apart?
Mysterious causes of death?
-I think you're reaching, Mr. Morley.
-[woman] [over radio] [indistinct]
-What about the motel case?
-What about it?
I did my job, now you do yours.
[prison gate creaking]
2
-[Allie] What happened last night?
-[Frank] The power went out.
When I went to check the breaker I found the missing inmate.
Tad Dowling. He was behind the motel.
-[Allie] Seems pretty coincidental.
-The sheriff closed Alan's case.
-[Allie] Without the autopsy results?
-Yeah.
-[Allie] That's not procedure.
-Listen I want a fresh set of eyes on this.
Can I send you his file?
-[Allie] I can't do much with doctor scribbles
and faxed photos.
I should be there.
[prison siren blaring]
-[man] Calm down.
-[Allie] Frank?
-[man] [over radio] [indistinct]
-I don't think so, Allie.
I'm telling you, something's not right here.
-[Allie] I know you don't think you need my help,
but I want to talk.
In person.
I'm on my way.
-[Meeks] [indistinct]
[ominous music]
[whispering] Let me show you.
[electric buzzing]
[clock ticking]
[dramatic music]
-With this holy anointing,
may the Lord in His love and mercy
give you the grace of the Holy Spirit.
May the Lord who frees you from sin save you.
-[Dustin] No more prayers for me, preacher.
-And raise you up. Amen.
-[Dustin cackles]
[dramatic music]
[breathing heavily]
-[man] [muffled voice]
- May the Lord in His love and mercy
help you
with the grace of the Holy Spirit.
May the Lord who frees you from sin
save you and raise you up.
May the Lord who frees you from sin
save you and raise you up.
May the Lord who frees you from sin
save you and raise you up.
May the Lord who frees you from sin
save you and raise you up.
-[Frank] Where did you hear that?
-You're with the Bureau of Corrections?
That means you could still stop it.
-Stop what?
-My medical transfer.
-[Meeks] Tad left and now he's dead.
He saw it coming.
I need to stay here.
-Stay?
Hey listen, I shut Seneca down.
No one's staying behind, okay?
-We can't leave.
I don't want to hear it anymore.
[stabs] [high-pitched ringing]
-Oh, shit.
[blood rushing]
-We all die here.
-[man[ [over radio] [indistinct]
-He said something about a medical transfer.
Asked if I could stop it.
-Your eyes are opening now, Frank.
Seneca's finally got his hooks on you.
He'll be coming for me soon, Frank.
-Who?
-I don't want to spoil the surprise.
-Is this all in your head?
-[screams] Bastard! You think I'm crazy?
-Take it easy, Meeks.
Calm down. Easy.
-When he kills me,
it's on your hands.
-[man] [over PA] [indistinct]
-Who authorized the transfer?
-[Larue] I did.
We just don't have the facilities here
to meet his needs.
He'll do much better in a sanitarium.
-No more transfers without my approval.
-Of course we do things by the book here.
-[Frank] Mm.
You know Meeks believes that leaving
is what got Tad killed.
-Hmm, funny.
Most inmates are dying to leave.
He's dying to stay.
[prison gate rattling]
-Tad. Meeks. Model prisoners.
Worked together in the infirmary
[knock on door]
-Sorry for the interruption, Frank.
-All right.
-You getting anywhere with this stuff?
-[Frank] Tad and Meeks.
Did you ever see them together?
Were they friends?
-Well, I don't think so.
If anything, they avoided each other.
-[sighs]
-[Frank] Let's step out of here for a minute.
Where'd the Warden's grow up?
-[Aarons] Jacob. Right here.
His is a very sad story.
Working here one summer as a guard
and an inmate fight breaks out.
He gets caught up in the scuffle
and gets his throat cut real bad.
He lived, but...
never spoke again.
[melancholy music]
[utensils clattering]
-You excited to see PopPop?
-Yeah.
-You know maybe Santa will bring you some new recruits
for your army there.
-I hope so.
-All right. Let's finish up, honey.
We got a long drive tonight.
[pager beeps]
[pager clicks]
-Merry Christmas. -Thank you.
[pager beeps]
-I know who that is.
-Come on.
-It's Allie.
-I told you that's over.
-[Brenda] Then why does she keep paging you?
-Because we work together.
-I'm not stupid, Frank.
-Brenda...
[pager beeps]
[pager clicks]
[truck honks] [tires screeching]
-[shuddering breaths]
[distant dog barking]
-[Aarons] Last man executed at Seneca.
Dustin Reeves.
[papers rustling]
[keys jangle]
[recorder whirring]
-[Dr. Brinlin] Dr. Brinlin, session number 18
with inmate number 458930,
[prison gate bangs] Dustin Reeves.
Do you have any response to the state's offer?
- [Dustin] I told you I don't remember which ditch
I dumped the bitch's body in.
-[Dr. Brinlin] Finding her body is important to the family,
for closure, you see?
-[Dustin] Closure comes when the devil dies.
-[Dr. Brinlin] [scoffs] So you're the devil?
Hence the ransom amount of $666,000.
-[Dustin] It's symmetry, asshole.
-[Dr. Brinlin] How can anyone trust you?
You play games and lie countless times.
-[Dustin] So don't.
I'll simply tear out my tongue and never speak to you again.
Oooh. [scoffs]
[dramatic music]
The irony there would just gut the Warden.
-I can help you avoid the chair.
-And rot in here?
No thanks.
-Be realistic.
Nobody's ever letting you out of here.
So what do you want?
-To die on June 6th.
-Move up your date to 6/6 at 6 p.m.
-Uh, huh, huh, huh, huh,
Six p.m.
Oh, I like that.
Yeah.
You do that,
I'll tell you where the body is.
-I'll present that request to the AG.
-Oh, I'm sure the Warden won't mind.
That sick puppy can't wait to watch me fry.
I'm sure he'll watch it over and over again.
He'll probably jerk off to it.
-We're all done here, Officer Bly.
-Get up, convict.
-Get your fucking hands off me.
-Make it happen.
Or the mayor's little girl and all that money,
rot with me, hm?
You know where to find me, doc.
I'll be wasting away on the row.
[voice distorts] So make the deal.
[prison gate clangs]
-[Frank] You could've told me this was Dustin's cell.
-Well wasn't it more fun to find out?
-[Frank straining]
-The guards jammed it shut.
It kept opening up at night.
They blamed that on the rattling pipes,
but we all know better, right?
-The devil of Seneca Ridge?
I remember.
[light bulb flickering]
-[Clark] Power spikes,
probably 480 volts if I had to guess.
Rotted copper wiring.
Showers right above us.
-How do you know so much?
-I was an electrician in a past life.
-[man] [over PA] [indistinct] report to mess hall.
[electric crackles]
-[over PA] [indistinct] Two three two zero nine zero one
[ominous music]
[steam hisses] [screams]
[groans]
[sinister music]
-[gasping] [chokes]
-[gasping] Jesus Christ!
-[blood gurgling]
-[Frank panting]
[footsteps approaching]
-[Aarons] Frank?
-Yeah?
-[Aarons] What happened?
You all right?
-[straining] Uh, yeah. I just...
[sighs]
Was there a guard killed in here?
-Officer Bly.
Son of a bitch had a long list of enemies.
Inmates and guards.
-Right. Who did it?
-Well, I heard rumors for years that Jacob did.
-LaRue?
Do you believe it?
-I do not, but he did have motive.
Bly failed to protect him during the riot.
-Huh.
No investigation?
-[Aarons] No. Warden's the judge n' jury round here.
-[Frank] So, Bly died.
What happens to Jacob?
-[Aarons] Well, the day after,
Jacob doesn't show up for work.
He never show up again.
[lighter flicks]
AFFIDAVIT OF PROBABLE CAUSE
-[reading] "The officer was murdered
"in the B-Block showers this evening,
"during an altercation with an armed unknown individual.
June 6, '78."
[sighs] That's the same day Dustin was executed.
[straining]
[coughs]
-[Dustin] Just pull the fucking switch.
-[Officer Bly] Cover him up.
The family shouldn't have to see this bastard's face.
Muzzle him if you have to.
-May God have mercy on your soul.
-[LaRue] Get in position, Jacob.
[intense, dramatic music]
[light switch flicks]
[intense, dramatic music]
[flashlight clicks]
[intense, dramatic music]
-[Clark] Wish I had my Zippo, that thing worked anywhere.
[lighter flickering]
Where'd you find that?
-Where you lost it.
You're an electrician, huh?
What were you doing in that fuse closet?
Thought you said the guards jammed it shut.
-[Clark] Thought you had it all figured out.
-[Frank] What am I missing, Clark?
[cell door closes]
No. Damn it!
[shouts] Hey!
-[Clark] Best make yourself cozy.
Nobody's back till morning.
-Damn it!
[muffled] Hey!
Hey!
-[woman] [whimpering]
[dramatic stinger]
[shrieking] [eerie music]
-[Clark] Guess we all have nightmares in here.
-[over radio] [indistinct] copy you're checking in.
[indistinct] messages. Have a good night.
-[Clark] Meeks should be leaving about now.
[police radio chatter]
-[Frank] He said a transfer would kill him.
From what I've seen since I got here,
I'm surprised he's not dead already.
-Look what happened to Tad.
It was his fate.
-You believe that?
-[Clark] Stay awhile.
-Place might change your mind. -[guard] Here!
-[Aarons] Damn, Frank.
Sorry we didn't see that you were down here sooner.
[prison gate opens]
-I gotta move.
-You take good care of him now, hear?
[tense music]
-Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey. Cancel the transfer.
-Sorry, who are you?
-I'm with the Bureau of Corrections.
I wanna cancel his transfer.
Bring him back inside now.
-You-- -Now.
-What the hell? -[Meeks convulsing]
[heart rate monitor beeping]
-He's coding.
-[Meeks convulsing] -Oh my god! Oh my god!
[gurney rattling]
[heart rate monitor beeping]
[flatlining]
[building crescendo]
[keys jangling]
-What happened out there?
-[sighs] Couldn't explain it if I tried.
-[man] [over PA] [indistinct]
-[LaRue] Well, hello there.
I'm Warden LaRue.
Welcome. Let's get you signed in, shall we?
-[Allie] Thank you.
-[LaRue] I just wish I knew such loveliness
was joining us today. [kisses]
[prison gate rattling]
-You shouldn't have come.
[dramatic music]
-I can see why you're so distraught.
You're working in a room full of death.
Maybe this is all too much.
Why don't we just focus on Alan and you can table the eval.
We can revisit that in January.
-No, it's all connected.
I'm pretty sure that this place needs to be shut down,
but I can't complete the closure
until I find out what happened here.
Alan's notes were all over the place,
but he was on to something.
It's good to see you.
-It's good to see you.
-I'm glad you're here. Could use your help.
-Okay. Take me to the morgue.
-This is Meeks.
He died an hour ago.
EMT said it was a heart attack but I was there.
It's not what it looked like to me.
-Yeah, that's what it says,
but I'll need to run a tox report.
-Okay. And this one, missing inmate Tad Dowling.
I found him face down in the woods behind the motel.
-Policy would be to put him in a cab, right?
-Yeah. But if you look at the back of his head,
it clearly looks like he was hit with something.
-[Allie] Give me a few hours with the bodies
and I'll see what I can find.
[phone trilling]
-[dispatch 1] Cross State?
-Hi. Do you provide service for Seneca Ridge Penitentiary?
-[dispatch 1] Nah. We don't go out there.
[rotary phone spinning]
-[dispatch 2] Ally Taxi?
-Hi. Do you provide service for Seneca Ridge?
-[dispatch 2] We don't send fares out that far.
[phone trilling]
-[dispatch 3] Sunshine Cab .
-Do you guys provide service for Seneca Ridge?
-[dispatch 3] We do.
We provide all the cabs for Seneca inmates and staff.
-Can you tell me if you had one out there
on December 10th around 10 p.m.?
[dispatch 3] Who is this again?
-I'm conducting an audit for the Bureau of Corrections.
-[dispatch 3] December 10th?
No, nothing for Seneca.
Anything else I can help you with?
[telephone receiver clangs]
[car accelerates]
SENECA RIDGE
[dark cello strings]
-[LaRue] May the Lord watch over your coming and going,
both now and forevermore.
-Ever think maybe God left this place?
-As it says in the Book of John,
"If I go make a place for you,
I will come back to take you to be with me."
I believe Meeks is with God now.
I pray for him.
-Hm.
What about Dowling?
God cancel his cab?
-I'm sorry?
-Sunshine Cabs. They keep records.
No mystery there.
-This is starting to feel a bit like an accusation.
-[Frank] Yeah, maybe it should be.
-[sighs]
Please.
My heart breaks for another life lost.
If you want to pray with me you are welcome.
-I wouldn't even know where to start.
DEVIL GETS DYING WISH: BURNS 6/6@6
[looming music]
[gasping]
-You need to do this now.
-Shouldn't we wait for the call?
-Just do it.
-I won't.
-I don't understand--
-[indistinct] -Just do this.
-out of the way.
[man shuddering breath]
[switch clunks]
[chair clattering]
[tense, rhythmic music]
[keys jangling]
[background chatter]
-[LaRue] He needs to focus on the task at hand.
He's digging into all our old records.
I'm not sure why.
I need you to rein him in.
Well, call the governor and have--
Mr. Morley. Where are your manners?
You'll knock before entering my office.
What can I do for you?
-Tape of Dustin Reeves' execution.
-Dustin Reeves, what does he have?
-I don't know but I know something went wrong,
and I know it was recorded.
-Oh, no, we did not record our executions.
That would be illegal and immoral.
-There was a camera in that chamber.
Now, you may have removed it,
but it wasn't before Dustin's execution.
-Sounds like my inmates have been feeding you a pack of lies.
It's their rehabilitation that matters most to me.
Always has.
Psalm 82:3 through 4.
"Defend the weak and the fatherless.
Uphold the cause of the poor and the oppressed."
-[Frank] Yeah, right. Here's my verse, Reverend.
Bureau of Corrections, code chapter 33208,
facility inspections.
"Compliance officers shall have the right..."
-[LaRue] Now, but... -"To conduct unannounced,
"unfettered inspections into all areas
of a correctional facility,
including restricted areas."
-Sir, you're gonna need a warrant for that--
-No, I don't.
Inmate housing, medical facilities...
Security and control rooms.
-This is unacceptable, sir.
-Administrative offices,
including yours Warden LaRue.
-[Frank straining] -Just a second now.
"Right to examine and copy any records or documents
related or unrelated to the operation of this facility."
[panting]
-Sir. Sir, please.
-[laughing] Looks like a Blockbuster Video in here.
-You put those back where you found them, now.
You do not want to open a door you cannot close.
[tense music]
[wheels squealing]
[Betamax player whirring]
[indistinct chatter]
[tense music building]
-[Dustin] Just pull the fucking switch.
-[Officer Bly] Cover him up. The family's--
[sped-up distorted voice]
- May God have mercy on your soul.
-[LaRue] Get in position, Jacob.
[Betamax player whirring]
- May the Lord who frees you from sin
save you and raise you up.
-[Dustin] No more prayers for me, preacher.
Come on.
[electric chair sparks]
[groaning]
-[Dr. Brinlin VO] Six-six at 6 p.m.
[clock ticking]
[TV crackles]
[Betamax player whirring]
[inmate whimpering]
[Betamax player whirring]
- I don't understand what we're waiting for,
just do this, get out of the way.
[gritting teeth] [screaming]
[electrical crackling]
[low humming]
[dramatic music]
-He was executed twice.
So you short out the fuse box,
which delays the execution,
and then 30 minutes later, Dustin dies anyway.
I don't get it.
-How do you know all of that?
-I saw the tape.
I watched it.
It took two tries, which is awful,
but he died in that chair, and I saw it.
-What did you really see in there, Frank?
-[Frank] What do you mean?
-Thirty minutes is a long time.
-[Frank] I went through your file.
Back in '77, you were still in gen pop.
You worked in the medical wing.
You would've taken Dustin to the infirmary
until the outage was fixed.
You, Tad and Meeks you all worked there.
What'd you guys do?
-Come on, Frank.
-I've heard of some ballsy escape attempts.
Nobody's crazy enough to sit in that chair as part of one.
-[Clark] Unless they didn't have a choice.
I've kept it a secret long enough.
You know, last night was the best sleep
I've had in almost a decade.
-[chuckles] Why's that?
-You saw Meeks...
Tad.
[metal scraping]
Even out there...
They didn't have a chance.
And I ain't going out like that.
-[Frank] No, you're not.
[dramatic string music]
[flesh ripping]
[Clark groaning] [blood gurgling]
-Clark!
Hey! Clark, what'd you do?
Clark!
Clark, who was in the chair?
Shit. Dale!
[dramatic music]
[panting]
-[Manny] I've never seen anything like this before.
-He actually seemed kind of peaceful.
[indistinct radio chatter]
-And where did he get the shiv?
-[Frank] I don't know.
It's a great question.
-Oh. Okay.
-I wish I could've helped him.
-You did what you could.
-This incident is another example of your negligence.
In lieu of a full and thorough investigation,
I suggest we re-evaluate this shutdown.
-[Frank] Are you kidding me?
After everything I've seen these past few days,
I have more than enough to shut you down.
You will pack your bags, call that nomad son of yours,
and have him come pick you up.
-You could disrespect me,
but don't you dare mention my son.
-The transfer buses will be here at 9 a.m.,
and you will be on one,
or you can find your own way home.
[tense music rising]
Be careful, Dale.
[engine starts]
-We should leave here tonight.
-[Frank] And give the Warden time to cover his tracks?
No, he's hiding something.
-[Allie] Frank, come on.
-I need to finish this for Alan.
He tried calling me to tell me what was going on here,
and I ignored him.
-He made his own choice to do this job.
And you have a choice to leave.
We can go home.
-[scoffs] I don't have a home.
I spend all my time in these goddamn places.
-Frank...
We have a chance to start over.
-I just don't see how...
When I look at you, all I see is them.
[somber music]
[country music]
[prison gate rattling]
[tense rhythmic music]
[background chatter]
SENECA
[prison gate closing]
[background chatter]
Hey.
-Merry Christmas.
-Buses got here, nine sharp.
-Is that everybody?
-Uh, except for the Warden and Hector.
-You good here?
-Oh, yeah.
-[man] [over radio] They are enroute.
[somber music]
[heavy footfalls]
-[Clark VO] I ain't going out like that.
[faucet running]
[dramatic music]
[tile clatters]
[tiles clinking]
[looming music]
[tile clatters]
[looming music continues]
-[straining]
-[Dustin VO] The Warden opened up his present?
'Cause I'd have loved to have seen that.
-What are you still doing here?
We're going on a lockdown.
I gave you a 30-minute head start,
and you wasted it.
-Is that the way out?
-Yes, you ignorant fuck.
Now look, climb down the pipes.
The old sewers' tunnel runs 300 feet
outside of the prison walls.
If you don't make it out, I don't get paid.
-Oh, yeah, about that.
See, uh, I decided to renegotiate your cut.
[Officer Bly groaning]
Look at me. Look at me. Huh?
Look at me.
Yeah, look at me. Huh?
Huh? Shh. Yeah, that's right.
[blood gurgling] [choking]
[laughs]
[prison siren blaring]
[spits] Ignorant fuck!
[exhales]
Shit!
[prison siren blaring]
[keys jangling]
-[Aarons] Frank. What is all this?
-That's how Dustin escaped.
-Dustin?
-He wasn't executed, but somebody else was.
Come on.
-[Aarons] Where are we going?
-[Frank] To dig up the truth.
[dramatic music]
-You really shouldn't be doing this, Frank.
[dramatic music]
[sighs]
[shovel scraping]
This feels really wrong, Frank.
[concrete shatters]
[dramatic music]
-[Frank straining]
[building crescendo]
[dramatic music]
[recorder whirring]
-[Allie VO] Dr. Allison Burrell
medical log December 25, 1987.
I'm examining three Seneca Ridge inmates
who died in the same week under unusual circumstances.
Peter Miele, ear canal shows scarring
from repeated damage.
Toxicology reports confirm strychnine present
in his system.
Subject didn't die of a heart attack.
He was poisoned.
Tad Dowling.
The cause of death appears to be blunt force trauma
to the cranium and a broken neck.
Additionally, the patient's eyes were consumed by insects.
Clark Roberts cut his own throat and bled out.
Nothing in his medical record pointed to him being suicidal.
All three patient deaths appear related,
but without further investigation,
these results are inconclusive.
[dramatic music]
-Ah. [exhales] Now that was a fucking rush.
You got me. I surrender.
[punch thrown]
-Careful, [indistinct] You could get hurt.
-Shit. Look at my face. I'm burned.
Oh, I'm fried up.
-Now you got enough money to fix that.
-Firing up that chair wasn't part of the plan.
You almost got me fucking killed!
-Blame your buddy Clark, not me.
My job is to get you out of here.
Yours is to get me my fucking money.
Now get your ass and head to the showers
before the tunnels flood.
Move it.
-I just took 2,400 volts.
Let's see how fast you can [indistinct]
after something like that.
-Yo, hush up. Doc's comming.
-Shit!
[both panting]
-Don't you go trying to scream.
[Jacob whimpering]
-Shit. This barely covers his scar.
-Lucky this fits.
By the time the Warden figures it out.
It'll be too late for this mute fuck.
-Hey, tuck in that cross.
-Say goodbye to your daddy for me.
Oh, wait. Hey, Bly.
-Mm.
-He can't.
[eerie music]
-[Frank] It's Jacob LaRue.
The Warden's son.
It all happened here. It's all real.
Bly. Officer Bly orchestrates Dustin's escape.
Tad, Meeks, and Clark?
They ran on him from the get-go.
Clark rigs a power outage,
and in all the chaos, they swap Dustin for Jacob.
The Warden misses his signs.
He rushes the second go,
and he executes his own son.
[exhales]
Dustin got away.
The Warden buried Jacob in Dustin's grave,
and he buries the truth.
He executed his own son,
and he's been covering up ever since.
-[Manny] Okay. Prison's secure.
Let's get moving.
-Have you seen him? -Seen who?
-Jacob. He's finally come home.
-[Manny] We don't have time for this.
Why would he come back? He hated you.
-You shut your goddamn mouth.
-[Manny] We need to leave. Now.
-I ain't going anywhere.
[dramatic music]
-I'm missing something.
I don't understand. Why not just turn him in?
I'm fucking missing.
What is it?
-Frank, this prison is closed.
-Doesn't make any sense-- -Everyone is gone.
This can wait. We've got to go now.
-And I can see him dying over and over
and over again in my head.
I see it.
-[shouts] Frank!
-What?!
-Enough! Just take a breath.
We've got to get out of here.
We can call in the sheriff to handle this.
-[panting] Allie.
-You're scaring me.
[distant gunshot]
[lights buzzing]
-[LaRue] For God so loved the world,
He gave it His one and only Son,
that whoever believes in Him will not perish
but have eternal life.
-[Aarons] Warden, we heard a shot.
-Where is Jacob?
-[Frank] Jacob? What are you talking about?
Your son's dead.
-Your son's dead.
Mine is alive, travels the world.
-His rotted corpse is in your OR right now.
I've seen your handwriting on dozens of files.
You wrote these.
-It's yours, Beau.
-[LaRue whimpers]
-I saw you kill him.
On tape, recorded and saved,
just like you wanted.
Alan figured it out, didn't he?
[dramatic music]
He figured it out, so you took him out.
I know the truth, Warden.
All of it, starting with Tad.
You never called him a cab.
The night he was released, you cut him loose in the woods,
and you killed him.
[rock hits] -[Tad screams]
-You couldn't let him leave here alive.
Your little secret might get out.
-I want to give you a little something
to keep you calm.
-[Frank] With Tad gone,
Meeks and Clark were the only ones left to blame.
When you saw Seneca could be shut down,
you got rid of them too.
NEVER TELL
You'd been making these guys' lives a living hell
for almost a decade.
You could have brought him to justice,
but now your prisoners are gone.
Your staff's gone.
You have nothing.
And when they come for you, what then?
[gun clicks]
-[Aarons] Beau! -[Allie screams]
Please don't.
We can help you.
[Aarons groaning]
-You can't help him.
I've been looking after him for years.
He can't bear the weight of what he did.
He can never know what he did.
-Who?
-I think it's his mind trying to protect him from the truth.
You don't have to do this.
I know you didn't intentionally kill your son.
No one will ever know what happened here.
-Warden...
I know the pain of losing a son.
I know the pain of causing his death.
There's nothing we can do to bring him back, Beau.
We just gotta live with what we've done.
[poignant music]
[poignant music continues]
-[gasps]
No.
[wailing]
Enough!
[dramatic music]
[LaRue sobs]
My poor Jacob. My only son.
-[Allie] If I can get to the infirmary,
I might be able to stop the bleeding.
-I told you I'd retire here, Frank.
-[LaRue] I tried to watch over you.
[poignant music]
DANGER [door thuds]
[low rumbling]
The Warden's turned on the mains.
I know where he's headed.
I'll stay with him.
[poignant music]
[door rattling]
Hey, hey!
Warden.
What are you doing?
[keys jangling]
-[Aarons] It's all right.
There's nothing more you have to do.
Except take care of that child.
-How did you know?
-I've had three of my own.
[gasping]
-[Allie whimpers]
-No, no, no, no. Don't.
[power supply clangs]
No, Warden don't.
You don't have to do this.
You're not gonna bring your son back.
Come on, get up.
[dramatic music]
Hey. Warden! Warden!
Don't! Don't, don't, don't!
No! Stop!
[electricity crackling] [screaming]
No!
[fire blazing]
-[LaRue screaming]
[dramatic music]
[fire blazing]
-[Timmy shrieking]
-Timmy! Come on! [straining]
-Hey, get him out of there. -Timmy!
The car's gonna explode.
-My son's alive! No! No!
-[shrieking] Daddy!
[car explodes]
Let go! No!
[sniffles] Timmy... no.
[poignant music]
-Frank?
[fire blazing]
[prison siren blaring]
Oh my god.
Frank?
[explosion echoing]
[prison siren blaring]
-Allie!
-[Allie whimpering]
Hang on!
[winces] Frank!
-[Frank screaming]
[glass shattering]
[straining] You okay?
-No. -Come on.
[Allie screams]
All right. I'm so sorry. [groans]
-[Allie] No, no, no.
Frank!
-[Frank] I can't move--
-What can I do?
-[Frank straining]
-[Allie] Oh, my God.
I'm gonna get you out of there!
-[coughs] You need to go.
-[Allie] Get up!
-[Frank] Allie...
-[Allie] No.
-I'm sorry.
-[Allie] Frank!
-[Frank screams]
[explosion echoing]
[fire blazing]
[prison siren blaring]
[keys jangling]
-[Sheriff] [over radio] Dispatch.
-[woman] [over radio] Go ahead, 3620.
-[man] [over radio] I need all available
fire and EMT out to Seneca Ridge.
The place is burning.
They cleared out today,
but still a few possible fatalities inside.
-[woman] [over radio] Copy.
-Yeah, looks like there's only one survivor
I'm getting her in the hospital.
[fire blazing]
You're safe now. Okay?
[Allie whimpering] -I gotcha.
[engine revving]
-[man] [over radio] [indistinct]
[fire blazing]
[bricks falling]