You've reached Sheriff Bly. I'm on a--
Maggie? Is that you?
Hi, Mom.
I want to come home.
Mom...
I threw my Scrabble tiles away.
You're always welcome to come home, baby.
As long as you agree to stick to our terms.
Mom, please.
Weekly drug testing,
no girls, church on Sunday--
Where's Joe?
Wake and bake?
You must be feeling rough.
Like I got run over by the Orca.
You've been hitting it pretty hard. I didn't think you had it in you.
Yeah, well...
people change.
What, so the next time I see you you're going to be...
what, a tattooed alien hunter?
Actually, a ninja bank robber.
- Good. - Yeah.
For the record...
I like you no matter what you are.
I like you too.
Bing...
Bing the dingaling.
Instead of a helper, Mr Manx got a thing.
"Dear...
Mr Manx..."
"Please come back..." No, no.
No.
"I'm sorry...
...I let Vic McQueen..."
No. Here, wait. "Vic..."
Mr Manx. Where are you? I--
Hi, this is Ashley-Sue from Western Solar Panels calling.
Can I speak with--
- Hey. - Mom...
Vicky, are you OK?
I got into RISD.
The art school. They gave me a full scholarship.
Mom?
Mrs McQueen, my mom was wondering if...
Oh my God, are you OK?
Yeah. Vicky got into RISD.
What?
- That's amazing! - It's really something.
Vic, you're fricking amazing. We have to celebrate.
It's really something, Vicky.
Congratulations.
We can have a party!
I... just don't know if it's right
for the Brewsters to put themselves out.
Relax, Ma. They offered.
Why?
They want to do something nice for me?
These people are weird.
They're my friends.
RISD rock star in the house!
You smart bitch!
- Full ride? So dope. - Thanks.
I didn't think it would actually happen.
Is there anything in this?
I got you. Here.
Now...
it's a party.
McQueen, if anyone deserves this it's you. I mean that.
I deserve to go to prison with you.
Didn't we commit, like, five felonies?
- Two at the most. - OK. Right.
- Cheers. - Cheers!
Ma, you're off the clock. Can you just come back to the party?
Mrs Brewster was looking for you. Stop.
The Brewsters aren't your family.
I know.
- They might be smarter than me... - They're not.
I guess you think you're smarter too, but I'm still the mother.
I just got into college. A full ride. No one has to pay for anything.
- I thought you'd be happy. - I am.
I am, honey. It's real impressive.
But college or not, this is not us.
I just don't want you finding that out the hard way.
There's the college girl!
Good work, Brat.
Yeah, not much work, but good work.
I knew you could do it. Right?
No thanks.
You're never one to turn down a free drink.
I quit.
When?
After Bike Week.
Dad, some of the things I said were...
No, no. Everything you said was true.
I give it a week.
Vic, let her go.
Vic...
Enjoy your party.
Just...
Come here.
Have you seen Linda?
No.
She's being so difficult.
She's just sad that you're leaving.
I'll be two hours away. What's in this?
It's not the same as having you here.
Art school's not forever. I'll be home for breaks.
- I know. - Come here.
Speaking of art, what the hell is that?
I mean, it looks like some fancy...
- Cooch! - Don't say...
Go, go...
Got another smoke?
The kid did good.
I want to be just like her when I grow up.
Providence is a big city. They are not like us there.
Maybe that's a good thing, you know?
Young girls, they get roophied, they get attacked...
She's got a good head on her shoulders, Linda.
You two got it all figured out, don't you?
Vicky?
You beat me home?
Vicky?
Never seen you here before.
Yeah.
It's been a while since I needed to party the demons away.
You looking for someone to play with?
Are you interested?
Let's see.
"Beware"?
That's 11 points.
How many for "stunner"?
Seven.
Do I make you nervous?
Do you have something that can calm me down?
What do I get in return?
Enjoy the party?
You searched my room?
It was out on the bed, Vicky.
Where's my computer? My art supplies?
I'm keeping your personal items locked up until you earn them back.
I'm 18.
You want to end up a junkie? Like Craig?
- Craig's not a junkie. - 'Cause that is where this shit...
- It's not like that. - You're right. It won't be.
Not on my watch.
You live under my roof, you follow my rules.
School. Work. Home.
- No parties. No boyfriends. - Ma, you have no clue.
No, Vicky. This is for your own good.
You think you're grown?
Getting drunk and high,
sashaying around the place like you're a woman of the world...
Because of what? Some college gave you a ticket to rapetown?
I'm glad you think that's funny.
It's pretty good, Ma.
Keep laughing. Because you know what?
What?
Say goodbye to RISD.
Because this right here,
this proves that you are not ready
to be on your own.
How the hell would you know?
You are an ignorant smalltown loser.
No wonder Dad left you.
Screw you.
You leave this house, you don't bother coming back.
You live under my roof, you follow my rules.
This is for your own good.
Say goodbye to RISD.
Stop!
I should have known this holly-jolly bullshit was you.
All your friends... happy to see you as always!
I'll never understand why you insist on hanging with the riffraff.
I'm sorry if my tastes don't live up
to the bastard son of a boom-town prostitute.
Thick and sweet. Just like I like it.
To what do I owe the free drink? Those kids starting to get to you?
Never.
There's a boy dreaming of gingerbread
in the back seat of my Wraith as we speak.
Well, that explains the bloom in your cheek.
But not the drink.
Jolene July has passed.
I always liked her.
Had a... nice ass.
Like she was smuggling a pair of French hens
in that car hop uniform.
Who told you?
I sensed it.
How did she go?
Trying to kill me.
And if I'm honest she got closer than I'd prefer.
The Dark Tunnels cripple put a scare into old Charlie Manx.
With help.
I knew it the moment I saw you.
There's a new girl.
This one's special.
I can feel it.
Only girls who are nice and sweet get to have a tasty treat.
What do you want?
You've been a naughty girl.
People are going to notice that I'm missing, Bing.
They'll call the cops. You'll go to jail.
No I won't.
I heard your mom yelling.
She thinks you ran away.
Everyone knows your dad left you.
You're all alone.
I was your friend.
Friends to the end.
Yeah.
But you wrecked that.
We can be, again.
You just have to be nice.
Bing... Please don't.
Let's just talk about this for a second, please.
You do not have to... No, no...
OK.
Say...
"I love you, Bing Partridge."
I...
"...love...
you...
more than anything...
Bing Partridge."
Do you know why tonight's the best night?
Because you're my second chance.
You got me onto the naughty list.
But I figured out what to do all by myself.
Mr Manx will be so happy I got rid of you,
he'll put me on the nice list forever.
What makes you think Mr Manx wants to get rid of me?
You caused all kinds of problems.
He told me I'd be welcome in Christmasland.
Liar! Pants on fire.
No, when we met at the bus station he said I belonged there with him.
But you're naughty. I saw it for myself.
Well, I'm just...
I'm just telling you what Manx told me.
You don't have to believe me, but if...
if I'm right...
He really said that stuff?
Bing, I think you really screwed up.
- You do? - Yeah.
If Charlie Manx finds out you kidnapped me...
sounds like you'll be on the naughty list forever.
But then I won't be able to get into Christmasland.
Just let me go. It will be our secret.
Yeah...
No, Bing, wait--
I can't let you go, Vic.
You'll tell Mr Manx what I did,
and I won't be able to get into Christmasland.
Christmasland sounds boring.
I don't understand why you want to go there so bad.
Man...
I'd give everything for Christmas any day.
Some of my best feelings came at Christmas.
I used to think my best feelings happened
with my family at Lake Winnipesaukee.
One Christmas, my dad gave me his gas mask.
And my mom made sugar cookies.
She said...
"I love you more than anything...
Bing Partridge."
That was the best feeling.
My very best feeling was when I got into art school.
You got in?
Yeah.
That's good, Vic.
That's real good.
I'm real glad you had that feeling.
My very best feeling came when I killed my parents.
Put a nail in both their heads.
Pop...
"Bing...
Bing the dingaling!
Instead of a son, I got a thing."
He can't say that any more.
I'm sorry that happened, Bing. I'm sorry he said those things.
Every time he did,
my mom went into the kitchen to make cookies.
She didn't protect you.
My mom...
She was a scaredy-cat.
Charlie Manx...
he knows about your mom and dad, doesn't he?
Yeah.
Yeah, he told you to hurt Sharon like you hurt them,
or you wouldn't get into Christmasland?
No.
I did Sharon all by myself.
Her skin was soft,
like my mom's.
But she smelled different, like...
Like coconut shampoo and...
menthol cigarettes.
But she tasted just as sweet.
You smell like the grass after the rain.
I'll bet you taste just as sweet.
No!
Her name is Vic McQueen.
She travels along the Shorter Way Bridge.
I saw it open up on the map,
not too far from my neck of the woods.
She's strong, Abe.
Almost all the troubles I've ever known
started with one woman or another.
And the happiest times of my life
have been free of the feminine influence.
Most men spend their lives being passed from one woman to another,
as I was from my whore mother to my nag wife.
Your problem is that you can't stop thinking about them.
My children need a mother.
And I'll admit Vic McQueen has stoked
a fire I've long struggled to keep dormant.
Exactly.
I don't care how special she is. You need to kill her.
She's not like the others.
She's pure.
Jesus...
Last time you gave the Virgin Mary spiel,
you proposed to Jolene.
When this one rejects you,
are you going to leave her to rot in a mental ward?
I never showed Jolene my Inscape.
If she had beheld the glory of Christmasland,
things could have been different.
You kill this woman,
or drive her mad like the last one.
No piece of ass is worth risking your Inscape for.
Vic McQueen...
is worth the risk.
And if your glorious jingle bells don't convince her?
Then the dinner bell will ring instead.
Where...
Where is the Brat's bike?
The lunatic belongs in jail.
But we can't go to the cops or I'll end up in the psych ward again.
Then I take care of him myself.
- He'll kill you. - Then I go down swinging.
Craig, I do not need to be worrying about you on top of everything else.
Can you promise me that you will not go after him?
Fine.
I've got to take this.
Hey.
Brat. Super great news.
The bag came back, on its own.
I don't understand.
Me neither really, but it found me.
Told me you have your bike.
No, my mother sold it.
Here's a true story.
The bag can be cryptic but it never lies.
Mothers, on the other hand...
Yeah, they say they're trying to help, but...
Maggie, are you OK? You sound weird.
Never been better.
Do me a favor, OK? Keep hunting Charlie Manx.
You're the only one that can stop him.
No, I'm not. We're a team.
You and Joe were the only ones who ever really got me, anyway.
Stay gold, ponyboy.
Bye, Brat.
Maggie?
Hey, it's Maggie. Leave a message.
- Are you OK? - I need you to take me home. Now.
- Where's my bike? - Where the hell have you been?
I need my bike. Where is it?
- I told you, I sold it. - You're lying.
Vicky, I don't want to fight. OK? But the drinking, the drugs...
Ma, I don't have time for this.
I may be stupid but I have common sense.
Common sense isn't why you stayed with Dad.
You're right. I had you to think about.
No.
No, you were afraid of being alone.
That is what all of this was. The party, college, all of it.
With me and Dad both gone,
the only person you will have to blame for your life is you.
You're not stupid, Ma. You're a coward.
It's not fair.
What do I do when you leave?
Tell me what you've done with my bike, Mom.
You and Joe were the only ones who ever really got me, anyway.
Vic, I'm done.
That feeling is gone.
Bye, Brat.
Maggie!
Maggie, come on.
Wake up. You have to wake up. Come on.
That's it.
That's it. There we go.
OK. Come on. Here you are.
There you go.
That's it. You're OK.
You're OK. Come on.
I got you.
I guess you found your bike.