All language subtitles for The.Collector.S03E01.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H264-PLAN_track3_[eng]

(horn music)

(wrench turning)

(wrench turning)

(gates flinging open)

(bell sounding)

(hooves galloping)

(solemn music)

(hooves galloping)

(cell phone ringing)

- [The Devil] Wipe the grease
off the sports page, dear boy.

You have a new client, page eight.

Name, Freddie Grimshaw.

Hometown hero returns
to win his final race.

But the smart money's betting

he won't reach the finish line. (chuckles)

(stop watch beeps)

(horse neighing loudly)

(music intensifying)

(intense music)

(music fading)

- [Taylor] Gabe, please.

Gabe,

you're gonna have to start
getting your stuff ready

in the morning.

I can't do everything.

What have you been doing
all morning anyway?

(papers rustling)

(soft piano music plays)

Okay, mom and dad.

Are they in heaven?

Is that what you're asking?

Sure.

Of course they are.

- Hey Fred.

(reporters clamoring)

Why'd you wait so long to come
back home? Too good for us?

- Nah, I just wanted
to come back a winner.

- You only ever lost
enough to keep the bookies

betting on you.

Now, you haven't lost a race in a year.

People are starting to
say you're unbeatable.

- I do my best.

- [Reporter] You think your
brother could have beaten you

if he hadn't bought the farm?

- You watch your mouth.

My brother was the greatest
rider that ever lived.

Everything I am, I am because of him.

(reporters yelling)

- Give her a rub down, Hank.

Keep those reporters out of here.

I'm not in the mood
for any more questions.

- I'm not a reporter. Mr. Grimshaw.

We're here about your deal.

- What deal? I make a lot of deals.

- Not like this one.

You can't run away from
this, Mr. Grimshaw.

- You got the wrong guy.

The only running I plan to
do is day after tomorrow

when I win the derby.

- I'm not here to collect.

I'm here to offer you
a chance at redemption.

- Redemption.
- If you work with me,

we've got a shot at saving your soul.

If we do, you walk away.

- How much do you know about me, Mr...

Pym. Morgan Pym.

Only what I've read online.

I know you've never won the derby before.

You've never even been back
here since you made your deal.

Is that because of what
happened to your brother?

- Mick won the derby eight times.

He won all the big races,

but he always came back here for the derby

'cause it was home.

And he made a ton of dough,

bought his wife furs,

cars, a whole stable of horses.

Me, I was,

well, I was loose ends back then,

so he hired me on as a groom.

(light flashing)

I was more than that though.

He let me do stuff the
trainer's supposed to do.

He trusted me.

(solemn music)

My little brother's one of the greats.

And the ninth time he ran the derby,

he went down on Always Blue,

his favorite horse.

- [Morgan] And you stepped
in to take his place.

- Yeah.

One of the great miracles
of the racing world,

Freddie Grimshaw.

Too tall, too heavy,

hardly any experience,

gets in the saddle,
carries on the family name.

- But it was no miracle

you got so good all of a sudden.

- So what?

I did it for my brother, for his legacy-

and to think-

There is no way that
I'm gonna burn for that.

I don't need redemption.

- Well-intentioned or not,

there were still people who
were harmed by your deal.

- I didn't hurt anybody.

- What about the jockeys you've beaten?

They didn't stand a chance against you.

- Hey, that's horse racing pal.

You win, you cash.

You lose, cry me a river.

Look, if I gotta go out,

I'm gonna go out as the
best jock that ever was.

There's no way I'm gonna throw a race

just to make it up to a bunch of guys

who don't know any different.

- I don't want you to throw the race.

I want you to forget
about it and work with me.

- As far as I'm concerned,

winning is heaven.

Losing is hell.

And I plan on being in that
winner's circle come Derby Day.

(soft, ominous music)

(printer printing)

(knocking)

(door squeaking)

(music intensifies)

(door squeaks)

- Me again.

- What are you doing?

You know I've always had the hots for you.

Do you think I was just chasing after you

for a newspaper story?

- Using Jeri Slate's body is sick.

- Oh, it's not her actual body.

The worms have gotten to that one,

but it still has great boobs.

(magic whirring)

But I'm not a newspaper
reporter this week.

I'm a bookie.

It's a great way to meet
losers who'll do anything

for that one big win.

Plus, I get a chance to set the odds

on Freddie's last lap.

- I don't care what role you want to play,

just use some other body.

- Oh, I know what's bothering you.

It's that God thing, isn't it?

- Jeri Slate went to hell just for hearing

about someone else's deal.

How can one person suffer eternally

for the sins of another?

- There is a reason why people like her

end up in the wrong
place at the wrong time.

- They have their own sins to answer for.

- Jeri was just trying
to do the right thing

by trying to expose someone
she thought was a murderer.

Me.

- Jeri was selfish.

She put her obsession
for you over her own son.

(magic whirring)

- What do you want me to say to you?

- I want somebody to tell
me the truth about you.

Mr. Pym. Mr. Pym.

- [Taylor] Your obsessions are going to

get you into trouble.

I'm afraid that you're gonna get hurt.

(tires squealing)

(cars crashing, child screaming)

(magic whirring)

(The Devil laughing)

- So sue me.

What mother doesn't have trouble
balancing work and family?

- You are not Jeri Slate.

And nothing you've shown me

justifies condemning her to hell.

Well, we'll have to discuss it later.

Your bimbo's here.

(knocking)

(door opening)

- Hey.

What's up?

- You said I could use your computer?

(soft music)

- Oh yeah, right.

Come in.

(door closing)

- So, where's the browser?

- Oh, it's right...

here.

(Morgan chuckles softly)

So, you're gonna be taking some classes?

- Uh, I actually have
to take my GED first.

I dropped out before I graduated.

Maybe you could help me

with the math and science parts.

I was always better at poetry. (laughs)

- Yeah.

I remember.

Have to get to work.

(soft music continues)

(ominous music)

(horse trotting)

- Whoa, whoa.

(horse neighing)

(horse neighing loudly)

Easy.

(horse screaming)

Ah! (thuds)

(horse screams)

(horse whinnying)

Sold my soul to be unbeatable

and I can't even mount my own horse.

- Your deal's ending.

You're losing your skill as a jockey.

I've been reading more about your brother,

about how his wife died a
couple years after he did.

- She was a lush.

- The article also talks
about his little girl, Ruby.

- So?

- So, the word is she
ended up on the street.

Did you know that?

- I haven't seen the kid
since she was a teenager.

We never did much talking.

It's got nothing to do with me.

(soft, suspenseful music)

That horse.

It can't be.

Always Blue?

Hey, you!

(crowd cheering)

Mick?

Mick?

Mick, it's me.

(music fading)

(ominous music)

(horse walking)

(yelling) You did this!

- No.
- Don't give me that crap.

That was Mick. You were
just talking about him.

- Your brother's dead. Mr. Grimshaw.

- So, that was a ghost?

- There's no such thing as ghosts.

When somebody dies, their soul
goes to heaven or to hell.

There's no hanging around.

- Nah, you saw him too.

- The devil can create
any illusion he wants,

including bodies that
look just like the dead.

He's listening to us.

Watching us, trying to distract
you from seeking redemption.

I know you'd like to win. Mr. Grimshaw.

Don't give up on the
race before it starts.

- The devil's the only one with the horse.

How am I supposed to cross the wire?

- We need to focus on the
only lead that we have.

Ruby.

(people chatting)

(police siren sounding distantly)

- Yeah, maybe I know Ruby.

(sniffs) I got no idea
what she's at, though.

(chuckles) Maybe, you know,

maybe, you know, I can ask around.

Huh? (hands clapping)

You help me,

I help you.

- Well, you find Ruby and we'll talk.

(guy chuckles)

- This is a waste of time.

I should be in the sweat box
getting ready for the derby.

- We'll find her.

- I'm going back to the track.

- Your soul's more
important than some race.

- You don't even know if it's her.

You don't know anything.

Freddie.

(soft piano music)

(knocking)

- Come on in!

(door opening)

Hey.
- [Taylor] Hi!

(door closes)

- Sorry about the mess.

Redoing this place has
become a long term project.

- I like it.

Never had my own place.

I always had roommates
before I moved in with Gabe.

- Who's with him now?

- Rachel, my sister.

She took him out for some pizza.

(Maya chuckles)

This is my first break in weeks.

- Well, you must get out sometimes.

- You mean like dating?

(chuckles) I'm thinking of becoming a nun.

- (laughs) Well, I hear the food's good.

(both chuckling)

- Love never works out anyway.

- Never?

- My folks got divorced.

My other sister Sarah,

her marriage is like
the Hundred Years' War.

And then there's Jeri and Danny.

- What about them?

- Well, all Danny ever wanted was a son.

And then it turned out Jeri was infertile.

I mean, they finally had Gabe,

but it cost them.

They were miserable for
years before Gabe was born.

- Well, love doesn't
always make things worse.

- Doesn't matter.

Taking care of an autistic child

is the best birth control
device in the universe.

10 minutes with Gabe
and guys run like hell.

- Oh. He's not that weird, is he?

- Yeah.

I mean,

not that there isn't
more to him than that.

And sometimes I feel like there's so much

in there that he can't express.

Like the other day,

he did another one of his angel drawings.

- Oh. That's kind of sweet.

- Yeah, but where did he
get this angel thing from?

Jeri was an atheist,

and I go to church
Christmas and Easter, maybe.

He's always asking questions
about heaven and angels

and things like that.

I don't know what to say.

Do you know anything about angels?

- Well-

- (knocking) Hey, Maya?

- Hey.

- Sorry, I didn't know you had company.

- Hello again.

- Um...

Could we...

I have to ask you something.

- Ask.

- Do you know anybody named Ruby?

- No. Why should I?

- Um, she's a...

She's a junkie.

- Oh.

She's a member of the club.

You know, it's, it's too bad
I skipped the last reunion.

I might have bumped into
her at the heroin table.

- Yeah.

Thanks anyway.

(door closes)

- No, I'm not religious.

In fact, if I got any
spirituality at all, it's from NA.

I'm a junkie.

Recovering.

Supposedly. (chuckles uncomfortably)

- Well, (chuckles nervously)

no shooting up in front of Gabe.

(both laugh)

He already watches too much tv.

I'm sure he'd overdo it on the heroin.

(both laughing)

- Okay.

(ominous music)

- Hey.

(music building)

Hey! (gate opening)

(horse neighing)

- (yelling) What do you
want? What do you want?

(magic whirring, back slams)

Ah!

(intense music)

(gate opening)

- Mr. Grimshaw, what's going on?

- Goddammit, Hank.
Where the hell were you?

You're supposed to make sure
nobody touches that horse.

- I've been here all night, boss.

Nobody's been in here.

(soft, ominous music)

(The Devil tongue clicking)

- Giving up on your client already?

- I can't make him seek salvation.

- Of course, you're trying
to save the world instead.

How many years have you
been running this race?

10, 20?

I mean, it's good to have a hobby,

but if you wanna cure
somebody of AIDS, just ask me.

I did it for Maya.

- I want a cure for everyone.

A cure that you don't control.

- Oh, so you think grinding up a few herbs

back in the dark ages qualifies you

to work a medical miracle?

- I have the kind of time no one else has.

Why shouldn't I use it for good?

- You should know by now that doing good

in one place causes bad in the other.

As the late Miss Slate discovered.

Even if she neglected her son,

she didn't deserve to go to hell for it.

- That wasn't her only sin.

For instance, there was that abortion

back when she was 18 years old.

Left her sterile, poor thing.

A terrible botch job.

And I should know.

I gave it to her.

- It was all set up from the beginning.

Just so her husband would
make a deal to have a son.

- She was holding the reins, baby.

Everyone's responsible for the fate

of their own soul.

(knocking)

(door opening)

- I can't take it anymore.

I gotta tell somebody.

Mick's fall wasn't an accident,

because The truth is...

I killed him.

All I ever heard about
was Mick this, Mick that.

He's a rising star and I'm on his payroll.

Nothing more to him than
another stable hand.

How do you think that made me feel? Huh?

I was his older brother.

Every time that crowd cheered for him,

it just pissed me off more.

He had everything.

Money, fame, a beautiful wife,

all because he was born
with a talent for riding.

Why should one man get
a gift and another not?

And why should it be okay for
him to get his gift from God,

but not for me to get mine from the devil?

So, on the day of Mick's
ninth shot at the Derby,

I couldn't take it anymore.

(light flashing)

I was bandaging Always
Blue's fronts for the race.

But I was so angry that day,

that I wrapped the bandages too tight.

The bandages put too much
pressure on the tendon

and he bowed.

That's why Always Blue
went down during that race.

And that, that is why Mick got trampled.

(chair sliding)

(chair squeaking)

(Grimshaw sniffling)

Two days later I made my deal.

And I took over his career.

You'd figured after what I'd done,

I was going to hell anyway.

- It's good you're
owning up to it, Freddie.

But it's got nothing to
do with your redemption.

- What?

- No matter how you
feel about Mick's death,

it happened before you made your deal.

Whoever you owe amends to,

whoever got the balancing
bad luck got hurt

after the deal was made.

- You still think it's Ruby?

I hardly know her.

What could I have done
to her that could compare

with killing my own brother?

- There's nothing you can do about Mick.

You can't make amends to the dead.

- I'm not so sure about that.

I saw Mick again last night.

It was like he was
trying to steal the soul

out of Clear Skies, man.

I think Mick wants payback.

I think he wants to stop
me from winning the derby

before I go to hell.

Freddie, what you saw is
the Devil's sick joke.

Mick is dead and buried.

- (yelling) Which is why
there is nothing I can do

to deserve redemption.

- Why don't we let the living decide that?

Ruby called this morning.

She wants to meet.

- After daddy died, everything kind of

went downhill, you know.

Mom sold the horses to
that man, Eddie Stable,

for like nothing.

Said she didn't ever
wanna see another horse.

And what money she did get
for them she spent fast,

trying to make herself
feel better, you know.

Drinking, popping pills.

They say that's what killed her, but...

I think it was a broken heart.

Anyway, I was 18.

I got a little money
from her life insurance,

but I blew it.

You know, (laughing) like
mother, like daughter, I guess.

- Ruby, I didn't know.

I should have known.

I should have done something.

You did do something.

The one thing that always made me happy

is following my Uncle Freddie's career.

I read about some big race he won.

I think of Dad.

I like that you always
dedicate your wins to him.

Makes me feel like there's
at least one person out there

doing the right thing.

That's why I wanna talk to you, you know.

Say thank you. (laughs nervously)

- Uh...

- No. It's okay.

I'd only blow it.

Tell you what.

You win the derby, I'll bet on you,

and then we'll celebrate.

- The only person that gives
her any faith in humanity

is the guy who killed her father.

At least we know where my bad luck went.

No, this is a dead end.

Mick's death made Ruby's life worse.

But if anything, your deal, your success,

has made her life better.

- Are you saying I don't
know her an amends?

- I'm saying we're gonna
have to look elsewhere

to save your soul.

(cell phone ringing)

- Yeah, Hank, what's up?

Oh, my God.

I gotta go.

- So how do I feel?

I feel like a snake.

I feel like I'm trying to shed my skin

and it won't come off.

(Maya sighs)

My sponsor has me doing step four,

the fearless and
searching moral inventory.

And there's a reason that nobody does it.

Because it sucks.

I mean,

supposedly the point is

to let go of all the bad things

that have happened to me,

but writing about them makes it feel like

it happened yesterday.

What does that mean?

"Let go".

Am I supposed to forgive
my father for coming

into my bedroom every night?

Am I supposed to forgive
this guy that I know,

this guy I'm in love with

for never letting me get close,

even though he says he wants me to.

(soft music)

What about me?

I mean,

I know I've done some bad
things when I was blacked out,

but what about the stuff that

I don't even remember?

What if I've done something that I can't

forgive myself for?

What then?

(sad music)

(Grimshaw sniffling)

(magic whirring)

- It was Always Blue.

Your brother's horse.

- Every horse I've ever
ridden was my brother's horse.

- What do you mean?

- I sold my soul to be unbeatable
and the devil delivered

by making my brother's
favorite horse unbeatable.

The devil made it look different

for different races, so
people wouldn't know.

The only horse I've ever
ridden was this one.

The horse my brother died on.

10 years,

thousands of races.

And I rode him to death.

(Grimshaw sniffling)

- Don't you worry about
your little horsey.

He'll be nice and toasty
from here to eternity.

- Are you saying Always
Blue's going to hell?

He never hurt anybody.

- Smacked his lips while he ate his oats.

Really bugged me.

- (yelling) You-

- This is just another distraction.

Animals don't have souls.

- What are you- Always Blue has a soul.

I saw Mick trying to steal it.

- That was not Mick.

This is just another
lie to try and stop you

from making amends.

- Ah, stop with the false hope already.

Do you think Cain got off
easy for killing Abel?

This has wrath of God written
all over it. (chuckles)

- No, you're right.

I got no reason to hope.

I only have a little time left.

I gotta forget about the dead.

Pay attention to the living.

(The Devil chuckles)

- You've been in here all day

and it says in my
parental guardian handbook

that a child,

that's you,

needs at least two
hours of exercise a day.

And exercising your fingers
does not count. (sighs)

50,000.

50,000 what?

Penguins?

The South Pole?

Freckles on that red-haired
kid in your class?

- Hi, tiger.

Mommy's here.

- What are you counting?

- What?

You still mad at me
about that dying thing?

- Is it tv?

- Well, get over it, kid.

It's not all about you.

- Number of commercials per hour?

- Let's face it, Gabe.

You're a freak.

You drove mommy away
with all this weirdness.

- Gabe.

- I was glad to die just
to get away from you.

(Gabe growling, grunts)
- No.

(ominous music)

Gabe, Gabe.

(Gabe growling)

Gabe, no.

Calm down.

Gabe, please.

Please. Gabe!

Please!

(soft horn music)

- Uncle Freddie?

- Hey. Thanks for coming.

I had to be here when they
came for Clear Skies, so.

- I'm sorry.

- Yeah.

So, I wanted to say goodbye.

- You leaving town again?

- Yeah.

And it's gonna be a real long trip.

We won't see each other again.

(soft piano music)

(sniffs) I want to give you this.

Same one your dad used.

Both brought home a lot of
winners with that stick, so.

(sniffs) Maybe it'll
be lucky for you, too.

- Thanks.

I haven't been here since I was a kid.

Since that day.

- I need to talk to you about that.

About that day.

(music growing ominous)

It wasn't an accident, Ruby.

It was me.

I wrapped the bandages too tight

and the horse bowed a tendon.

- But, you didn't do it on purpose.

- I was jealous, Ruby.

I was angry at everything
he was and I wasn't.

And on that day, in my heart,

I hoped something bad
would happen. (sniffs)

Look, I'm not looking
for your forgiveness.

I don't deserve it. I
just, I wanted you to know.

Ruby, wait.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

- Ruby!

- You told me you just
wanted to say goodbye.

- I couldn't die without
telling her the truth.

- She admired you.

Believing in you was the only
thing that made her happy.

(magic whirring)

(people yelling)

- Freddie, it burns!

Freddie, it burns!

Burns!

Freddie, it burns!

(people screaming)

- Ah!

(yelling) What, what is that?

What are those screams?

- It's the sound of the souls in hell.

- Mick?

Mick!

- Your puppet show wasn't fooling anybody.

Oh, now, now, don't be a know-it-all.

Just because souls don't
come back after they die

doesn't mean I can't bring
'em back for a little visit.

- No, I don't believe Mick's in hell.

Hey, he had his own sins to answer for.

Poor boy was actually about to make amends

and turn over a new leaf,

and you killed him.

- It's a lie, Freddie.

Just another lie.

- Your brother's soul's been
down in that brimstone barbecue

for a decade, Freddie Boy,

I thought you'd appreciate a
chance to get together and talk

over old times.

- Even if that was Mick,
and he had gone to hell,

it still wouldn't have been your fault.

Mick was responsible for
the fate of his own soul.

The murder was before your deal, Freddie.

If you feel guilty about
it, save your soul first

and then confess to the police.

- All right. Let's say
Freddie does save his soul

and I'd give the odds at, ooh,

50,000 to one,

his reward will be to rot in
jail for the rest of his life.

Nice.

No wonder you Catholics are a dying breed.

I have a better offer with better odds.

I'll give you a chance
to save Mick's soul.

- How could I do that?
- A match race,

say 5:00 AM tomorrow
morning, to keep it private.

If you win, Mick's soul goes to heaven.

If you lose, I get your soul, too.

What do you say? Double or nothing.

- I say what you're really
trying to do is carve three hours

off the time Freddie has
left to find redemption.

Which means you think his odds

are a lot better than 50,000 to one.

- Freddie doesn't care about the odds

because this is your only
chance to save Mick's soul.

- It's a deal.

- Good. Then it's settled.

(gasps) Oh, except for
that little confusion down

at the glue factory.

Giddy up.

(horse trotting)

(horse neighing)

(string music)

- Blue Skies.

This is a sucker's deal, Freddie.

- What do you want me to do?
- Find Ruby.

- And do what?

Lie? Take back the truth?

- You didn't confess to help her.

You wanted to ease your own conscience.

For all I know, that was
the bad luck from your deal.

The harm I did Ruby was killing Mick

and not telling her about it.

Now I have a chance to
take back what I did.

If I don't take it, I
deserve to go to hell.

(horse walking)

(knocking)

(Gabe grunting)

- Ooh, Maya.

Hi, what's up?

- Dinner?

You invited me?

Oh Jesus, I forgot.

Uh, come in.

Oh, I haven't even started anything.

- Anything wrong?

Oh, about two hours' worth.

(toy tumbling)

Gabe, please.

I'm really sorry.

Maybe we should do this another time.

- No, it's okay.

Having a bad day, huh?

I've had a few of those.

Maybe we could play together.

You wanna show me how this works?

(magic whirring)

(ominous music)

- Gabe.

Don't be rude.

- It's okay.

Uh, I have to go.

- Sure, I understand.

- No, no, It's not that.

It's just, I just remembered something.

I'll call you. (door opens)

(door shutting)

(brighter music)

(marker writing)

- Where's Ruby?

- I don't know.

She came back.

She was all bugged out. She was real upset

and she wouldn't say why, okay?

A couple hours ago she snuck
out when I was in the bathroom.

- Do you know where she went?

- (sighs heavily) This is
bad, man. This is really bad.

I mean, I've seen her down before, okay?

But this time,

I think that she wants to die.

(Zeke breathing heavily)

You gotta find her.

Okay?

You gotta find her.

(soft music)

(person coughing)

(garbage rustling)

- Ruby.

(Ruby sighs, sniffles)

- Do I know you?

- We met a few years back,

in a place just like this.

- No, well, you're looking to get,

well, all I got is for me. (sighs heavily)

- A friend of mine's looking for you.

His name is Morgan Pym.

- He already found me.

I don't wanna be found anymore.

So, he can tell Zeke not
to shoot his mouth off.

At least not for a couple more hours.

- Then what happens?

- Then there won't be anybody to find.

(inhales sharply) And I'll go away.

- Look, I used to shoot up right here.

Off and on for four years.

Life can get different.

- The only way my life gets different

is when it gets worse.

And I'm sick of it.

Too many ghosts.

- Yeah.

Ghosts.

You know, sometimes I think
that ghosts are really angels.

Or maybe their things that
we haven't dealt with yet.

I don't know.

But I do know

that this doesn't make them go away.

Maybe dying doesn't
even make them go away.

(velcro ripping)

(Maya sniffling)

There's a place for people like us.

(paper tearing)

Maybe we can go together sometime.

(soft music continues)

(suspenseful music)

(crayon writing)

(Mick's horse neighing)

- It's a race to the finish line, boys.

Last one into hell is a rotten egg.

- Give me a leg up, will
you? Don't do it, Freddie.

Even if everything the devil
said about Mick is true,

it isn't the devil's
choice who goes to heaven.

It's God's.

- Yeah? You know for a
fact there's a God up there

who will take care of this?

I gotta give it a shot.

You never know.

Long shots have been known
to light up the board

now and then.

(ominous music)

(horses walking)

(suspenseful music)

(gates slamming)

(alarm sounding)

- (yelling) And they're off!

(hooves galloping)

(pencil writing frantically)

- Come on Always Blue!

One more time! Do it for me, buddy!

(pencil writing)

(horses galloping)

(intense music continuing)

- Come on!

(horses galloping)

(pencil writing)

- What's he doing, working
his horse like that

with nobody around.

If he takes a spill-

- It's his last time around the track.

- Before he leaves town?

- Oh no.

He's trying to kill himself.

Is that what he wants?

To make up for it by
dying the way my dad died?

(pencil writing)

- [The Devil] Wow. Those
are two ponies on the go.

Haven't seen the likes
of it since I made a deal

with sea biscuit.

Oh.

Don't be such a sore loser.

You have to at least appreciate the irony.

Freddie feeling guilty for
the death of his brother

when he had nothing to do with it.

(magic whirring)

(The Devil laughing)

(The Devil imitating neighing)

(magic whirring)

(people screaming)

(music intensifying)

(people screaming)

(horses galloping)

- Ugh!

(pencil writing)

- Stop.

Freddie!

Stop!

(people screaming)

(pencil writing)

(people screaming)

(ominous music)

- Did it.

You saved your soul.

- What about Mick?

What happened to Mick?

- It wasn't about Mick, it was about Ruby.

She saw how you were
willing to die to make up

for what you did or didn't do.

Freddie, you may have wanted something bad

to happen to Mick that day,

but you weren't the one who
overtightened those bandages.

- How do you know that?

- I have it on the highest authority.

- Ruby, what made you come down here?

- I'm not sure.

Maybe I was lying to myself.

I didn't want it to be true what you said.

But even if it is, I
don't want you to die.

You're the only family I've got.

- I loved your father.

And I'm so ashamed.

I'm ashamed that I wasn't there for you.

Please let me change that.

(bright music)

- I gotta admit, kid, you
got a thing for numbers.

Who knows?

Maybe someday you'll join the
family business. (chuckles)

(soft music)

(intense music)

(fireworks exploding)