Yes!
Hey, Weasel!
Take me for a ride?
Mr Manx, I caught a girl. Come and see!
Steve said he's gonna die out here.
Maggie...
Come on.
Shit!
Hey, stop!
Dude, are you OK?
You been in some sort of accident?
- Please, I need a phone. - There's no reception out here.
But there's a man...
He's got my boyfriend and a little boy.
He trapped me at his house and he set it on fire.
Fire!
Jesus!
- Alright. Come on. - Thank you.
Hold on.
Hey. Hey...
We're gonna go inside, we're gonna use the phone,
and we're gonna bring the law down here, OK?
- Thank you. - You can head up the steps.
I'm gonna get the door.
How old is he, now?
Old enough to eat me out of house and home.
Excuse me.
- You're out of Chef Boyardee. - Stock coming in tomorrow.
Hey, you two listen to me.
We need to use your phone. This girl's lucky to be alive.
There's a psycho down the road.
He had her locked up in his house, tried to burn her to death.
The house is still on fire, she only just got out,
and the piece of shit still has a kid with him.
- And Craig... - And a guy named Craig.
What's your name?
- I'm Victoria. - You're OK, now, Victoria.
Everything's going to be OK, alright?
Yes. I'd like to report a fire.
And a kidnapping.
Where did you say you came from?
Just down the road about a mile back, out in the woods.
Yeah. Sam's Gas. Highway 19.
He's gonna take them and we'll never see them again.
It's alright, darling. Just relax, OK?
Where did you say you were from?
Haverhill.
Is that here in Colorado?
Colorado?
- Feeling any better? - Did she call?
Then no.
I'm sorry we weren't fast enough to catch Bing Partridge,
but we have patrolmen searching the city.
He's gone.
Why don't you get out of here?
Really. Get some rest.
I'll let you know if anything turns up,
with Partridge or Vic.
As soon as she calls, we have to be ready to move.
Faster this time.
You've been saying that for over an hour.
When will the Brat call?
Can I just...
It's dangerous.
Even for me.
How does it work?
You don't want to know.
I do, actually.
By tearing the fabric between the real world
and the world of thought.
I told you.
Vic?
- I'm in Colorado. My bridge is gone. - What? Are you OK?
Manx destroyed it. If I can't get to Christmasland, I can't save Craig.
OK. That's OK.
Maybe we can find them before they get there.
I need you to ask your bag.
Where is the Wraith?
Vic...
...my tiles say...
"gun barrel".
"Gun barrel"? What does that mean?
Gun barrel?
We're in Gun Barrel.
Vic? What's going on?
He's here, Maggie.
Do you have a gun in this place?
Make sure that's loaded. You take that baby and hide.
Ever shot a gun?
This is a mistake, Lou Carmody.
One you'll come to regret.
Put your hands up, you Coney Island motherf...
Move.
Taking orders from a woman
is not a good habit to get into, young man.
Take it from one who knows.
Shut the hell up.
Craig?
Vic?
I'm here.
Jesus, Vic, thank God.
- Hold tight. I'll get the keys. - OK.
It's you!
Come back here and play with me, Vic McQueen!
Come back here and play!
Shit.
Put down the gun, Lou Carmody.
Stop saying my name! You don't know anything about me.
I know your record of stupid crimes.
Shoplifting, vandalism, smoking underage,
all in a juvenile attempt for attention.
It hasn't worked, though, has it, my boy?
Craig, I need you to listen to me. There's no key in this damn car.
We need to get you out another way.
OK, Vic, hold on. I got an idea. Hold on.
Whoopsie! This is fun!
Drop your weapon, son.
I'm not your son.
You're no one's son, are you?
Poor Lou Carmody.
You've never known the softness of a woman's touch.
Never had an ounce of affection, not even from your own mother.
And yet here you are,
risking your life for this Vic McQueen.
She won't reward you if that's what you're hoping.
Hand it over.
There you are, you goof!
When it comes to women, nice guys finish last, Lou Carmody.
Especially when they look like you.
The gun!
Charlie! Charlie Manx!
Come on out and say how-do.
Well, look at you.
Regards from Jolene July and Margaret Leigh,
you son of a bitch.
Dude...
Get off!
Get off me, you little shit!
Craig, I got you.
Safety first!
What?
Tug of war, tug of war!
- Tug of war! - You've got to get out of here.
I can't. It's the car.
I can't get through. Let go of me.
- No! - Let me go. Get out of here.
No, you can't...
Save yourself or I swear I'll freaking kill you.
- No. - You've got to get out of here.
- I can't. No... - I love you...
Get out of here, Vic, go!
God damn it!
Hey.
It's OK. You're safe.
That... whatever the hell he is...
Charlie Manx.
He's...
Whatever he is, he's cuffed to an ICU bed
with a US marshal standing outside his door.
- What about the car? - I don't know. The police took it.
They need to destroy it.
Dude, you did destroy it.
With that guy and the little kid inside.
Oh, man...
I'm sorry.
He was my best friend.
Starting the fire...
That was to hurt that... Charlie Manx, wasn't it?
I saw him age, like, a hundred years in, like, a second.
I saw his skin blister like it was on fire,
even though it wasn't.
He was.
Because of the car, right?
I read comic books.
I fully believe weird, unexplainable shit
happens in this world.
For the record, I told the police that he burned up in the car fire.
I told them that you lit it to stop him.
I did.
You're like a superhero.
Like the Golden Blade Warrior.
Except without all the body armor and...
You have nicer hair.
Mr Carmody.
It's Lou.
Lou Carmody.
Your cholesterol is through the roof, Lou,
but otherwise you are ready for discharge.
My number's on the back,
in case you're ever in Colorado and you're in need of a young ward.
You know...
a sidekick.
Thank you.
You have frostbite on your left arm,
torn tendons in your right leg,
and you sprained your ankle pretty good, Miss McQueen.
I want you to keep that arm clean and covered.
- Thank you. - One more thing.
You may want to visit your gynecologist when you get home.
Excuse me?
It's so early. I thought you didn't know.
You're pregnant. Only a few weeks.
Sorry to bother you, Miss Leigh.
I wanted you to know that Vic McQueen is safe
and Charlie Manx is in custody.
Yeah, I know.
Thank you.
She hasn't returned any of my calls.
She's been through a lot.
Yeah.
Any luck finding Bing Partridge?
That's the other reason I'm here.
Would you mind asking your Scrabble tiles where he is?
It's addictive, right? Once you've seen it.
OK, so...
I was born three months premature with a collapsed lung.
Doctors told my mother I wouldn't make it.
It didn't look like I would.
So she brought me home to my grandfather.
He's a santero in Mattapan.
And...
my mother swears he saved my life with offerings to the Orishas.
Yeah, I've never been a religious woman until yesterday.
I thought that story was just superstitious family lore.
My Scrabble tiles don't have anything to do with your family's religion.
Sure, maybe not.
But maybe...
there are forces at work in this world
beyond our comprehension.
Yeah. Daniel Moore and Haley Smith are gone.
Joe Bly and Craig Harrison are both dead.
There is a cost to messing with those forces.
There's a cost to ignoring them.
Bing Partridge is a dangerous man.
If we don't stop him...
he will kill again.
Where's Bing?
What does that mean?
I don't know.
Are you sure you unscrambled it correctly?
No.
Miss McQueen.
Good to see you on your feet.
He's in a coma.
There's about as much brain activity as a can of creamed corn.
- What happened to the car? - It's totaled.
State police impounded what was left of it.
I need to see him.
By myself, if that's alright.
It's against policy.
You ever looked into the eyes of evil, Marshal?
Please.
Or I'll never sleep again.
Charlie Manx.
I hope you're dreaming of me as you lie there,
like a sick dog waiting to be put down.
While you're lying there rotting in a bag of your own flesh,
I will find Christmasland and I will torch the place.
Just like I torched your fucking car.
Your father's going to meet us at the reception after.
OK.
You look real pretty.
Ready to go?
Almost.
OK, honey. Take your time.
So we're high as kites, stumbling around Market Basket.
Fricking Craig, he's got, like, six steaks stuffed under his shirt
like some kind of bandit.
Problem is, he doesn't realize they're leaking.
Jenny Bennett's working the register. I'll never forget it.
She looks at him and she's, like, "Are you bleeding?"
Craig looks down,
sees the steak juice seeping through his shirt,
and I swear to God, the kid faints!
I have to catch him and make sure he doesn't hit his head.
I still can't go in there.
Banned for life from Market Basket.
Fricking Craig...
He was a good kid.
I still can't believe that piece of shit got him.
- The service was beautiful. - Yeah.
I made his mom some of your favorite stew in a crockpot.
- Thanks. She'll like that. - Yeah.
I don't know. I look at her...
I went to school with her, and...
I know it's awful to think it, but...
Vicky, what if it had been you?
- Ma... - What if...
- No. Don't cry. - What if you didn't get away?
Ma, I'm right here. I'm right here.
Yeah. Yeah...
Ma...
Yeah?
What would you have done without Dad?
I used to think about that a lot when he was in the Gulf.
I remember thinking I would die without him.
Truth is, I...
I would have had to stay with my mother for a while.
And then none of us would be here now,
because I would be in jail for murder.
We didn't have a good relationship like you and me.
I need a drink. You want something?
No, I'm OK.
OK.
Hey.
How you holding up?
- Yeah. - You alright?
I'm pregnant.
- Sure? - Yeah.
You know...
- You don't have to-- - It's Craig's.
We'll figure it out.
Vic.
Mrs Harrison.
I'm so sorry.
My mother brought you a stew. I should have brought you some.
You're the only one that knows what a good boy my Craig was.
I loved him.
His heart was solid gold.
Nobody in that building has a goddamn clue.
Fricking Matty and Molly, laughing and carrying on
like it's a goddamn party.
Nobody in there is worth the dirt under my boys fingernails.
Yet here they all are,
and he's...
He doesn't even have a decent headstone.
We'll get him one.
This town sucks, Vic.
You get the hell out of town while you're still young.
Go be an artist.
Craig always said you were real good.
The tiles told me you'd be here.
Sorry. I should have called.
When the Wraith got Joe, all I wanted to do was disappear.
When I found you... behind that dumpster,
I hated thinking that you felt lonely enough
to try something like that.
I get it now.
I'm sorry about Craig.
I'm sorry about Joe.
And Daniel, and Haley and all the others.
Me too.
But you stopped him, Vic. Don't ever forget that.
We stopped him.
Yeah. We did.
Bing Partridge is still out there.
I'm going to stay here and work with Detective Hutter to find him.
I can't go back to Iowa.
I can't stay here.
RISD?
Go there and do what? Paint pictures?
All those kids... Daniel, Haley...
What if they're still in Christmasland?
You destroyed the Wraith. Maybe Christmasland went with it.
Have you asked your bag?
I got the blank tile.
Take care of yourself, Maggie Leigh.
You too, Brat.
Spit for me, please.
That's good.
Now I need you to start brushing twice a day, alright?
OK.
Can I have some candy?
Candy at the dentist? How about an apple instead?
Hey.
Brush and floss, shine or rain,
all good girls... get candy canes!
Thank you, Mr Anderson. Please empty the trash.
Sure.
Only about 500 ever produced.
Each was handmade. No two are alike.
I'm surprised no one wanted her.
Scrapyard's probably the best place for it.
Hark! The herald angels sing
Glory to...
Hi, Weasel. Season's greetings from Christmasland.
Where is Father?
We are hungry.
Bring us something to eat, Vic McQueen.
Come to Christmasland.
We are waiting for you.
You alright?
Did you hear that?
The wind?
Yeah.
Look, I don't want to rush you. Like, have your moment.
But it's cold and it is creepy as hell out here.
Plus I know a place down the road. They got some killer hot cocoa.
- No hot cocoa. - OK, no hot cocoa.
Let's... not do that.
No hot cocoa, no candy canes,
no Christmas ornaments, Christmas music...
Dude, whatever you want.
I want to keep working in your garage.
For an exploitative wage.
Well, when business picks up then I can, you know, pay.
That's...
I'm going to make sure this baby never meets anyone like Charlie Manx.
Done and done.
Alright, girl...
Let's try...
this.
Malik, his eyes are open.
Nothing different on the ECG. Must be a muscle spasm.
Hi, Mr Manx. We're just going to be giving you your blood transfusion.
Your boy, Josiah...
There's room for him in Christmasland with the other children.
I could give him a new life.
I could give him a nice new smile...
Let go...
I have seen him in the Graveyard of What Might Be,
pining for his mother.
What kind of woman leaves her child to be raised by videogames
and computer screens,
so that she may work among derelicts and perverts in a place like this?
Help me...
Help...