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! Hey! Hey!
No!
Dude. A-Are you okay?
You've been in some sort of accident?
Please. Please. I need a phone.
- There's no reception out here. - There's a man.
He's... He's got my boyfriend and a little boy.
He... We... He... He trapped me in his house,
and he set it on fire.
Fire!
Jesus!
All... All right, come on, come on.
Thank you.
Hold on.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey. Hey.
We're gonna go inside.
We're gonna use the phone.
And we're gonna bring a whole mess of law down here, okay?
- Thank you. Okay. - All right, you can head up the steps.
All right, I'm gonna get the door.
How old is he now?
Old enough to eat me out of house and home.
Excuse me.
Oh, you're out of Chef Boyardee in the back, Sam.
Stock coming in tomorrow, Bernie.
Hey. You two listen to me!
We need to use your phone.
All right, this girl's lucky to be alive.
There's a psycho down the road.
He had her locked up in his house.
He tried to burn her to death. The house is still on fire.
She only just got out of there.
And the piece of shit still has a little kid with him.
And Craig. Craig.
And... And a... And a... And a guy named Craig.
Uh, w-w-what's your name?
Um, I'm Victoria.
Okay. You're... You're... You're okay now, Victoria.
Everything's gonna be okay. All right?
Yes, I'd like to report a fire.
And a... And a kidnapping.
Wh-Where did you say you were coming from?
Just down the road,
about a mile back, out in the woods.
Yeah, Sam's Gas. Highway 19.
He's gonna take them all to Christmasland.
We'll never see them again.
It's all right, darling. It's all right. You just relax, okay?
Where did you say you were from?
Haverhill.
Is... Is that here in Colorado?
Colora...?
- Feeling any better? - Did she call?
Then no.
Look, 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 Patridge 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?
Um...
Uh, c-can I just...
It's... dangerous.
Even f-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.
Uh...
I told you.
Vic?
I'm in Colorado. My Bridge is gone.
- What? Are you okay? - Charlie Manx destroyed it.
I can't get to Christmasland without my Bridge.
If I can't get to Christmasland, I can't save Craig.
Okay. That's okay.
M-Maybe we can find them before they get there.
I need you to ask your Bag.
Where is the Wraith?
V-V-Vic, um...
M-My tiles say...
"Gun... barrel.
Gunbarrel."
What is that? What does that mean?
Gunbarrel.
Um, we're in Gunbarrel.
Vic? What's going on?
He's here, Maggie.
Do you have a gun in this place?
Okay, make sure that's loaded.
You take that baby and hide. Come here.
You ever shot a gun?
This is a mistake, Lou Carmody.
One you'll come to regret.
Put your hands up, you Coney Island mother...
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. - Okay, hold tight.
I'm gonna get the keys and get you out of there.
Okay.
It's you!
Come back here and play with me, Vic McQueen!
Come back here and play!
Ohh, 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.
Okay, Vic, hold on. I-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 me, you little shit!
Craig. I got you. Come on.
Safety first.
What?
Tug of war! Tug of war!
Tug of war!
God damn it, you've got to get out of here.
I can't. It's the car. I-I can't get through.
- I can't get through. Let go of me. - No!
Let me go. Hey. Hey. Get out of here.
No, you can't. You can't. You can't. No. No.
Just save yourself, Vic, or I swear to God I'll freaking kill you.
- No. No. - Let me go, nerdball.
- You've got to get out of here. - I can't.
- I can't. No. - I love you.
Get out of here, Vic! Go! Go! Get out of here, Vic! Go!
Go!
Goddamn it!
Get off me, you little...
Hey.
It's okay.
You're safe.
That... whatever the hell he is...
Charlie Manx.
Uh, he's... Whoa.
Whatever he is, he's cuffed to an ICU bed
with a US Marshal standing outside his door.
What about the car?
Uh, I don't know. The police took it.
They need to destroy it.
Dude, you did destroy it.
With that guy and that...
little kid inside.
Aw, man, I'm...
I'm sorry.
He was my best friend.
But 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 burnt 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... 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 s-sidekick.
Thank you.
You have frostbite on your left arm,
torn tendons in your right leg,
and you sprained your ankle pretty good, Ms. 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, Ms. Leigh.
I wanted you to know that Vic McQueen is safe
and Charlie Manx is in custody.
Yeah. I know.
Uh... Thank you.
She hasn't returned any of my calls.
She's been through a lot.
Yeah.
Any luck finding Bing Partridge?
Uh, 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?
Okay, so, um...
I was born three months premature
with a collapsed lung.
Doctors told my mother I wouldn't make it,
and 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's 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 is Bing?
_
What's that mean?
I don't know.
Are you sure you unscrambled it correctly?
No.
Ms. McQueen.
Good to see you on your feet.
He's in a coma.
Doctor says he has 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.
For myself, if that's all right.
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 gonna meet us at the reception after.
All right.
You look real pretty.
You ready to go?
Almost.
Okay, honey.
Take your time.
So, we're high as kites,
stumbling around Market Basket, right?
And friggin' Craig... He's got like six steaks
stuffed under his shirt like some kind of bandit.
The problem is, he doesn't realize they're leaking.
Jenny Bennett's working the cash 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 to make sure he doesn't hit his head!
I still can't go in there.
Banned for life from Market Basket.
Ahh, friggin' 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 the crock pot.
- Thanks. She'll like that. - Yeah.
I don't know. I look at her.
I went to school with her.
And, uh, I know it's awful to think it, but, uh...
Vicki, what if it had been you?
- I'm all right. - What if...
- No. Don't. Don't cry. - What if you didn't get away?
- Jesus Christ. - Mom.
I'm right here.
- I'm right here. - Mm-hmm.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Uh...
Mom?
Yep?
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.
The truth is I, uh...
I woulda 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 good.
Hey.
- How you holding up? - Yeah.
You all right?
I'm pregnant.
You sure?
Yeah.
You know, you d... uh...
You don't have to, uh...
It's Craig's.
You'll figure it out.
Vic.
Mrs. Harrison.
I'm so sorry.
My mother brought you a stew.
I shoulda brought you something.
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.
Friggin' Matty and Molly laughing and carrying on,
like it's a goddamn party.
Nobody in there is worth
the dirt under my boy's 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.
? Catch them and kill them ?
? Your only hope is evil ?
? I will not die ?
? I will keep quiet ?
? I will hold you high above ?
? You're on your own ?
? No help here from heaven ?
? You're not as real as I am ?
? I will wake at the dark hours ?
? Until your blood is out ?
? You're on your own ?
? I'm lying here ?
? Inside your sleep ?
? Keep yourself ?
? Awake for this ?
? And go ?
? Our love will never die ?
? Broken bones and promises ?
? Your weakness is clear now ?
? I see your kind eyes ?
? You're on your own ?
? Wait till dawn ?
? And then go ?
? You are another one ?
? Buried here by no one ?
? I will keep you inside ?
? With your soul alive ?
? You're on your own ?
? Keep your head ?
? Beneath your hands ?
? Play your part ?
? All on your own ?
? Closed and bruised ?
? You're on your own ?
Tiles told me you'd be here.
I'm sorry. I should've called.
When the Wraith got Joe,
all I wanted to do was disappear.
When I found you...
by 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 gonna 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...
w-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, all right?
Okay. 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 were alike.
Wow.
I'm surprised no one wanted her.
Scrap yard's probably the best place for it.
? Hark the herald angels sing ?
- ? Glory to the newborn king ? - Hi, Weasel.
Seasons greetings from Christmasland.
Where is father?
We're hungry.
Bring us something to eat, Vic McQueen.
Come to Christmasland.
We are waiting for you.
You all right?
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
that got some killer hot cocoa.
- No hot cocoa. - Okay. No hot cocoa.
We don't have to do that.
Ahh, 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.
Okay, well, when business picks up,
then I can, you know, pay.
That's...
I'm gonna make sure
this baby never, ever meets anyone like Charlie Manx.
Done and done.
All right, all right, girl.
Let's try... this.
Malik, his eyes are open.
Nothing different on the EKG.
Must be a muscle spasm.
Hi, Mr. Manx.
We're just gonna be giving you your blood transfusion.
Okay?
Your boy, Josiah.
There is 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've seen him in the Graveyard of What Might Be,
pining for his mother.
What kind of woman leaves her child
to be raised by video games and computer screens
so that she may work among derelicts and perverts
in a place like this?
Help me.
Help! Help!
Help!
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