Hey, where are you headed?
To kill that piece of shit down the way.
OK.
Maggie, you alright?
I'm fine, Victoria.
Maggie?
Isn't that the name of the girl my daddy hit with his car?
I just came to say Merry Christmas.
And to say... you're next.
Vic? It's me.
You OK?
They're getting worse, aren't they?
The visions.
Yeah, it's from taking my bridge to Iowa.
Well, the good news is,
now we know I can travel the Shorter Way with you.
As long as I'm on your bike, which means we can hunt the Wraith--
You scared the shit out of me, Maggie.
I'm OK now.
I had no idea that you were...
you know, feeling like that.
The Wraith... took Bly while I was strung out.
I passed out in a pill coma...
woke up in his house, where he took me to keep me safe...
and...
he was gone.
It wasn't your fault.
Yeah, it was. I got him mixed up in this.
No.
I threw away my Scrabble bag so I couldn't even see it coming.
Joe was the closest thing I ever had to a family.
And I got him killed.
And then I was alone.
Again.
- So... - You weren't alone.
Not then, not now.
Is everything OK?
I got somebody else mixed up in this too, and I'm really scared.
Vic...
Vic, stop. You can't just go inside.
Bing's got him somewhere. Or worse.
Craig? Where are you?
We mustn't tarry, Mr. Partridge.
This little detour has delayed Bradley's trip to Christmasland
and left the child without his dinner.
A tasty treat for Bradley.
Who is so nice and sweet.
Why, Bing!
You'll be the last boy chosen at the dance.
What happened to your face?
Vic McQueen attacked me.
Out of the blue?
In my basement.
In the House of Sleep?
I didn't touch her. Not like that, I promise.
I knew you'd be mad, Mr. Manx.
But I was just trying to help you.
Your only job is to help rescue children.
Victoria McQueen belongs on the naughty list.
You're the one who's on the naughty list,
and you've been there for quite some time.
Do you know what happens to those
who can't find their way off the list?
They get punished.
Now get in.
But Vic's the one who deserves--
Get in the car.
She doesn't belong in Christmasland.
That is not for you to decide.
I found drugs in her bedroom.
I found rubbers.
I can no longer trust your word on anything, Mr. Partridge.
But Mr. Manx, you don't have to.
Just ask the boy. He'll tell you.
Yeah.
Who in God's name is that?
Try to remain calm, dear boy.
If you promise to behave
I'll let you breathe fresh oxygen for a few minutes.
How does that sound?
Now, why did you endeavor
to attack poor old Mr. Partridge?
For what he tried to do to Vic.
And what you two did to Haley and Sharon Smith.
I admire your chivalrous spirit.
There aren't many boys these days who would put themselves at risk
to protect the honor of a woman.
Vic doesn't need my protection.
Then why risk so much on her behalf?
You're in love with her.
I don't blame you.
There's a lot to love about Vic McQueen.
The only question is, does she love you?
She loves me.
Have you...
consummated your love?
A girl as strong and pure as Vic McQueen,
ruined by such a weak and unremarkable boy.
Wherever we're going,
she's going to find me.
And then she's going to kill you.
She can certainly try her best.
Pity, now, I'll have to do the same.
Don't you dare.
Do try and get some rest.
The road to Christmasland is paved in dreams.
Wait...
Turns out your instincts about Vic McQueen were correct, Bing.
You've spared the children a grave disappointment.
So I'm off the naughty list?
Go home, clean up and clear out.
The police will be on your tail in short order.
If you're taken in, there will be no cocoa or presents in your future.
But if you can avoid detection,
procure more gingerbread gas...
and make your way safely here...
then I'll call on you after I'm done with Vic McQueen.
Thank you, Mr. Manx.
Where is Craig?
OK...
Can the Brat find the Wraith?
- I'm going after it. - Wait. One more.
Is the Brat ready?
Vic?
Didn't you see what they said?
I saw Jolene overheat the Wraith and take it out of commission.
The tiles say you're not ready.
It's Craig.
I drove him out to the woods and showed him my bridge.
I ran to him after I got out of Bing's basement.
I've run to him for everything since we were six.
I love him, Maggie. And now Manx has him.
That will never destroy the Wraith.
Well, it has to.
Vic, the tiles are always right.
Well, maybe it was "O, N." Like "on," like, "game on."
OK. OK, fine.
Fine. Let's go.
Maggie, you can't come.
Yes, I can.
I rode over your bridge with you on the back of your bike.
Yeah, after you almost died.
You haven't slept. You can barely walk.
Wherever my bridge takes me I'm going to need to run.
You have to stay here. Help the police track down Bing.
Call me...
when you get to wherever it is you end up going.
Call me.
There's been a fight. There's blood everywhere.
And I think Bing Partridge has my friend Vic McQueen.
When I saw her boyfriend's dirtbike, I knew something was wrong.
Craig must have found out that Bing had her and come to save her, but...
now Bing has them both.
You've had a hell of a few weeks.
Glad to see you back on your feet, Miss Leigh.
Detective Hutter. I was at the hospital.
- You were in and out at the time. - Right. Sorry.
When were you in contact with Vic McQueen?
This morning. We had breakfast.
- How did she seem? - Fine.
Did she say she was coming here?
I'm just wondering why you came here, to Bing Partridge's house.
I questioned Vic the day of your accident,
and she told me a driverless car ran you down.
If it was Bing Partridge behind that wheel you need to tell me.
I'm telling you he has Vic.
I believe you.
And I believe you were both at that bus station because you were scared.
But I didn't have the evidence to arrest Bing, and I still don't.
I don't know what you girls got yourself into,
but neither of you has told me the whole truth.
If you want to see your friend, tell me everything.
Something you should see, Tabs.
Four thirty-one. I'm at the 207 at 15, Menelar Drive. Copy.
I need a patch on all units.
I've got a suspect at large, wanted for murder and kidnapping.
Legal name is Bing Partridge, a white adult male.
Age 42, six-four, with dark brown hair and a beard.
Drives an '85 Oldsmobile Delta 88,
vehicle tag: one ultra four, Roger yellow five.
Check all known points of interest,
including William White Memorial High School
and Sochempharm chemical plant.
Be advised, suspect is likely armed and dangerous.
He's taken two hostages:
Craig Robert Harrison, an adult white male, age 18,
five-eight, with shaggy brown hair,
and a white female, age 18, five-six with brown hair.
Her legal name is Victoria McQueen.
Please help me. Get me out!
I got you. Come on.
No, I got you!
Mr. Manx, I caught a girl. Come see!
- Vic? - Craig?
Craig, it's me. I'm here.
Oh, my God, Vic, please let me out!
Hey, what are you doing? He's my friend.
We're going to play Scissors for the Drifter.
Unless you want to play with us?
Hey, that's not how you play. You're not playing by the rules.
Mr. Manx, the girl's cheating!
- Vic... - It's locked.
We need the keys.
- Please don't leave! - I'll be back. I promise.
Tag, you're it!
Shit.
Damn it.
The girl's inside.
Mr. Manx!
Victoria!
Victoria McQueen!
Come out and say how-do.
No...
The Shorter Way was impressive as advertised, young lady.
But now it's gone.
There's nowhere left for you to go.
Except with me to Christmasland.
Victoria, don't make this harder on yourself. Come on out.
Your turn!
Oh, you don't want to play? OK, my turn again.
Victoria...
Looks like you've gotten yourself into quite a pickle, Vic.
Get the hell out of here, you fricking creep!
It takes a lot of brass to break into a man's house
and tell him to git.
It doesn't have to end this way. You can still see Christmasland.
Don't worry, I'll see it.
I'm going to find it and burn it to the ground.
And I told you there is but one way to get there.
I had hoped it would be in the front seat with me,
but as it turns out, it looks like it'll have to be in the trunk
alongside your loverboy.
You need to let him go. Craig has nothing to do with this.
He ruined you!
And you broke my old heart, Victoria,
because now, you're not capable of providing my children
with the love and the care that they require.
You are, however, capable of providing them with a proper meal.
Come out, right now.
Or you will be the one to burn.
Pity.
Take her to Christmasland.
No impure girls in Christmasland today, Bradley.
But not to worry.
There's a snack for you in the trunk.
Fire! Burn it down!
As you wish, child.
Come on.
We've come up empty, Tabs.
Sharon Smith's body was found
less than 24 hours after Bing Partridge abducted her.
Vic McQueen doesn't have much time.
I need you to get back out there. Chase down any leads we can.
Get with the neighboring counties. Do whatever you've got to do.
Where is Bing?
What the hell are you doing, Partridge?
I quit.
No, Bing. You're fired.
Cops have been around here looking for you.
Put the phone down.
You think you can talk to me that way?
I said, put the phone down!
Please.
Great, thank you. I want a report in two hours if possible. Thanks.
I know where he is.
Bing Partridge. He's at Sochempharm.
No. We had a unit search a while ago, high and low. He wasn't there.
He is there now.
Did someone tip you off?
No one tipped me off.
My Scrabble bag did.
I'm a medium.
And my tiles told me that Bing is at Sochempharm chemical plant.
You wanted the whole truth, Detective.
The whole truth is that there are forces at work in this world...
There are people... in this world
with abilities way beyond your comprehension.
I'm one of them.
Vic McQueen is another.
Charlie Manx is a third.
And he has Vic and Craig.
And she wasn't lying when she told you
that I was hit by a driverless car.
She was telling the truth.
And I know you didn't believe her but you have to believe me, now.
Please, Bing Partridge might know where they are.
Bing Partridge!
We have a warrant for your arrest. Come out with your hands up.
I hope you never have to feel what it's like
to disappoint people that you love.
Say goodbye to RISD
because this proves that you are not ready.
Where did the bridge go? How did you do that?
The bats... You'll want to be careful of those bats.
Vic? Vic?
Then I take care of him myself. And I go down swinging.
Kill him. For me, for Haley, for the next one.
Vic, you're the only person that can help me stop this guy.
The only person.