All language subtitles for NOS4A2 2x07 - Cripple Creek (English)

Where are we?

It's a long journey, Wayne.

This is one of my hiding places.

Bing.

- Call your mom.
- I tried.

Try again.

Wayne, where are you, baby?

Please, Mom, you have to come quick.

- Something's wrong with me.
- Wayne?

Dear God.

It's me, Bing.

Poor, poor thing.

I've been so good.

I've helped Mr. Manx save your children.

I should be on the nice list.

So why...

Why did Mr. Manx drive away?

No.

No.

Mr. Manx...

Mr. Manx wouldn't abandon me.

He wouldn't leave me
to the policemen and jail.

Would he?

But it's... it's my turn
to go to Christmasland.

Oh, God.

Oh, God, I-I can't go back to jail.

Please, please.

Bring Mr. Manx back.

Send me a sign
that he'll come and find me.

Please.

Hey, buddy? You all right?

Uh...

Uh, yeah.

I'm... I'm okay. I'm okay.

- Hey, you need a hospital.
- No.

- I should be fine.
- My phone's in the truck.

I'll get help with the police
or something.

Hey, hey, wait a minute.

Shhh!

Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

Bing!

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Bing.

Thank the stars.

I was so worried those wretched
McQueens had done you in.

So worried you drove off
and left me for the policemen?

Now, surely you can't be cross.

You know our priority is...

"Save the child."

Yes.

In the heat of the moment,
decisions must be made,

sacrifices in order to...

"Save the child."

It's all you say.

Yes, because it is our purpose.

Bing, w-we have succeeded with Wayne.

My only regret is that we weren't able

to celebrate this victory before now.

You left me all alone.

No.

But I know your ways,

your hidey-holes.

I know your weaknesses.

Where's the Wraith?

I disconnected the ignition coil.

It's not going anywhere,
and neither are you.

It's time we had an honest talk.

No.

No, Bing! No, please!

No, please don't do...
don't do this, Bing.

- Bing, please, don't do this.
- No more lying, Mr. Manx.

No!

Please, Bing, no, no.

I-I...

Stick the blind!

Run her through!

Gouge her eyes!

Stick the blind!

Run her through!

Gouge her eyes!

It's happening again.

I know that.

Millie...

The lights are blinking again.

I think you know why.

Thank heavens you're here.

You can talk.

But who knows how long it will last.

Come, quickly.

Let me out!

The best sledding is the hill
beyond the grove.

When your father died,
his mind became unstable,

so Christmasland has, as well.

The blinking lights,

the thinning veil between
this world and the other...

I asked Father about this house.

He said it didn't exist.

He's buried it so deeply,

perhaps he's forgotten it.

His deepest fears
reside inside this house.

Fears he's locked behind these doors.

And there's one you have to see.

What's in there?

Momma?

There's someone to see you, dear.

Hi.

Do you want to play with me?

Okay.

Let's play Stick the Blind.

Millicent.

No, silly.

It's okay.

Come on, boys.

Oh, look at him. My beautiful boy.

Your son certainly is special.

Hey, Charlie.

Do you hear that?

You're special.

Thanks, Mom.

Here you go, doll.

Well, why, thank you, darlin'.

Let's say you and I
go have a little fun, yeah?

Let's say we do.

Hey, Bill, let's get
Charlie a phosphate.

Sit up here with me, my boy.

You know I own the general store, right?

Yes, sir.

I saw you teaching your friends
that ditty.

You got a real quality, Charlie.

I wonder if you might
lend me your talents.

You need a song?

No, but on occasion,

I have odd jobs,
and you know the boys in town.

Perhaps you can wrangle one
or two for me now and again?

I saw you eyeing the new sled
in my shop window...

strong, hardwood top,
runners like razors.

I bet it's fast...

fast enough to fly right out
of this world and into another.

Save up, you'll have it
by Christmastime.

You'll have to earn it,
my new assistant.

No, your old assistant. Peter Ives.

What happened to him?

He died.

And before him?

Cardinal O'Byrne...

then Dewey Hansom.

Are they in Christmasland?

No, they died.

Died or were killed?

Tell me the truth, Mr. Manx.

I threw Cardinal O'Byrne from the Wraith

and fed Dewey Hansom to the children.

But they were... they were
on the naughty list, right?

I-I-I helped save four children.

I found the Wraith.

I saved your life.

Am I going to Christmasland?

Christmasland...

is...

...for children.

Oh, just answer me, Mr. Manx.

Will you take me to Christmasland?

No.

Were you ever going to take me
to Christmasland?

No.

Then, Mr. Manx, we have a problem.

Loose tooth?

Mr. Manx says when
all the new ones come in,

I'll be able to ride the Sleighcoaster.

No, bud, you gotta fight the car.

All right?

Do you remember your mom?

I think so.

Good.

Okay, this shitbox wants you to forget.

But you've got to remember, okay?

That's how you fight.

Tell me something about her.

She hung up on me.

No. No, your phone died.

She's not coming.

Hey, hey.

That's the car lying to you.

Here's something I remember...

Her favorite movie is "Jaws."

Her favorite day is Fourth of July.

She likes having ice cream
for breakfast.

She's bad at basketball.
Sometimes I let her win.

That's good.

How do you know about her?

She was my friend.

She was my best friend.

Tell me about your dad.

He likes motorcycles and comic books.

He loves Mom and me.

That's good, kiddo. That's real good.

How's the tooth?

- Not loose anymore.
- Good.

Tell me about, uh...
Tell me about where you live.

Colorado is in the Rocky Mountains.

It's the 38th state in the union.

Wow.

- You good in school?
- Pretty good.

The state capital's Denver.

I didn't know that.

That's awesome, man.

Oh, God!

Oh!

Oh.

No more gas.

I want you to... I want you to feel it,

how much you hurt me.

I gave up everything for you.

For Christmasland.

And now...

You said I was special.

You are, Bing.

And the children need you.

You know in your heart
Christmasland is for them.

It's all I wanted.

It's all... It's all I had!

No.

No, you had the mission.

That's what you gave up
your life for, not for me.

These children are in danger, Bing.

They need us to save them.

We can still save Wayne.

With the Wraith.

Please, Bing.

Let's give him the happiness that we...

can never have.

No.

You... You... You think I'm dumb.

- No.
- Not special.

No.

Think of it, Oscar...

surrounded by toys, sweets, fun...

away from this stinking den
full of wanton women

and faithless men.

My mom is here. So's yours.

Whores were hardly made to be mothers.

Fanny Manx and Trudy Holiday
the least among them.

Mr. Tim pays able-bodied boys
to work at his store.

You can save up and...

maybe leave this rotten town one day.

And if you're good enough a worker,

Mr. Tim may even reward you with
a special trip to his house.

What's there?

Taffy, rock candy, gumdrops,

yo-yos, clockwork toys, tin soldiers...

more fun than a boy could imagine.

Zi said Mr. Tim's a creep.

The boys who go to Mr. Tim's house...

Zion is a jealous liar and a bad worker.

Not like you, Oscar.

You'll earn every gift
Mr. Tim could give.

Oh, what is that, you smart little man?

Oh, I'm helping Mr. Tim.

Saving up for the sled
in his front window.

Charlie, has he asked you
over to the store?

My job is to send the other boys.

I don't want you going over there.

All right, Charlie?

But the sled...

When you have enough nickels,
we'll go together.

I promise.

All right, handsome, all right. Come on.

You are special, Bing.

It's because you're special...

that you can't go to Christmasland.

Doesn't make any sense.

I'm special, too...

so I know.

That's how I've always known.

Stop it.

Enough with your sweetie sweet talk.

My mother was a loathsome whore...

...who provided food...

but starved us of dignity.

There was a man.

He was like a father to me.

He tempted my hungry soul
with praise and work.

With purpose.

The man, this "father," used me.

Mishandled me like
your father mishandled you.

My mother, like your mother,

did nothing to stop him.

My mother said she loved me.

Yes.

My mother said the same to me,
for all the good it did.

That's how we are special, Bing.

We are children unsaved.

Innocence stolen.

What is our place in Christmasland?

A world of joy and wonder?

I-I don't know.

We don't have one.

But because it's too late for us...

...we know how important it is
to save those...

...who still have time.

The moment I got your letter,

I knew you were more than
an assistant, like Peter Ives.

I knew that you would be my partner.

Partner?

'Cause we're both special?

Yes.

That's right.

And I still believe in our good work.

Do you?

Partner?

Yeah.

Ah.

I'm so relieved to hear it, Bing.

Let's repair the Wraith
before we waste another instant

on these terrible misunderstandings.

Oh, Mr. Manx, yeah.

Hey. Hey.

Come on, kiddo, what else?

- I don't feel good.
- No, no, no.

Tell me about school.

I don't remember.

No, no, you've got to try. All right?

Where's my mom?

Wait.

Oh, God. Okay.

Hey, it's gonna...

No. Mommy.

Hey.

Hey, it's okay.

We'll take you
to Christmasland real soon.

I want my mom.

Hey, bucko, you remember,
your mom... mom's no good.

She hurt you.

You hurt me.

You and Charlie Manx.

Please, just let me go.

Please.

- Arrr! Arrr! Arrr!
- Aah!

- Arrr! Arrr!
- Aah!

Help me! Help me!

Aah!

Let's play a game
where the Soldier and Ginger

are on a date.

I don't understand.

It's where two grown-ups
who like each other

go to a movie or a fancy dress party.

They hold hands.

And sometimes they kiss.

Mwah!

Mwah!

Yuck!

It's fun.

Romantic.

I can't wait to grow up. Can you?

You can wear stockings and lipstick

and glamorous dresses.

Plus, no one tells you what to do.

No one tells me what to do now.

Not even your mom and dad?

Well, Father does have one rule.

It's to never leave.

Well, I'm leaving the minute I turn 16.

I'm gonna be a great explorer,
just like her.

My husband, Duncan,
will stay home with the kids

while I fly an airplane
or take a steamer ship

to see the Pyramids
and the Great Wall of China.

You won't be scared
to be out there all alone?

I'd be free.

Free.

That girl is me.

What you were before you came
to Christmasland.

Why would Father keep us here?

You are everything Charles wants.

A girl eager only for fun.

The Millie in that room?

One day, she'll grow up to be like me.

There's nothing he fears more than that.

Why would I grow up to be you?

Momma.

Your father says he gave you
the gift of eternal childhood.

But really he's imprisoned you

and stolen your chance to be a woman.

Women are selfish and dangerous.

So says Charles.

If he's caught lying, cheating,
or killing,

he'll pin the fault on the closest woman

and hide to escape the blame.

Be quiet.

I only want what's best for you.

Christmasland is coming apart.

If it does, if he dies, you will, too.

Don't die here, trapped in
your father's sad fantasies.

Father loves me.

Then ask him to take you out of here.

If he refuses, find your own way.

Your future depends on it.

Are we ready to whisk Wayne away?

Wayne's sick.

He wants to go home.

Oh, well, once he's in Christmasland,

he'll be right as reindeer.

Charlie, Charlie telling lies.

Soon he will be crying cries.

What?

The Wraith is making him cry.

Well, the process causes
some discomfort,

but... but you saw...
you saw your friend Michael,

how happy he was in the end.

You lie and you lie and you lie.

I saw what happened to Mike.

You get better...

while they get sick.

I must live to...

to care for the children
and maintain the park.

No, you use them, like you use me.

In turn, they live forever.

Wayne doesn't want to live forever.

He just wants his mom.

You know what, Mr. Manx?

You're a bad father. Like mine.

But I taught Paul Demeter
how to be good dad.

I can teach you, too.

Paul knew just what
to do with his mouth.

You'll learn to say,

"I love you more than anything,
Bing Partridge."

No.

You'll see.

No!

Bing Partridge, you let me go.

You let me go right now!

Merry Christmas, Charlie.

Enjoying your gift?

Well, it wasn't a gift. I earned it.

You are an industrious one,
my beautiful boy.

Everyone seems to be
enjoying a late morning.

Well, it's... it's a holiday, sir.

I don't suppose my best assistant

would pour me a whiskey?

Here's your drink.

You're such a special boy, Charlie.

Let's play a game.

All the helpers you send me get to play.

I-I-I can find Oscar.

Why when my best assistant
is right here?

You've earned some fun.

What have you done with the Wraith?

I felt it move.

You need me, Bing.

You are all alone in this world.

The police will send you back to prison.

I am all you have!

No.

I have the Gas Mask Man.

I was just a janitor in Haverhill,

hiding from my past.

But you... you freed me.

No.

And now I know what to do with monsters.

Ah!

Don't, Bing, please!

Bitch, bitch, go to sleep.

Take a nap while I love you deep.

No, no, no.

No.

If I'm a monster, what are you?

You... You brought me those children,

including your dear,
sweet "friend," Michael.

Nobody told you
Paul Demeter was a bad father.

The Graveyard of What Might Be

never showed that Michael
needed to be saved.

You had no great purpose
to rape a man and steal his son.

You used them to get into Christmasland!

You destroyed families

to satisfy your depraved, carnal urges.

You are a degenerate, murderous monster.

You use children, anyone,
to get what you want.

If I deserve death, Mr. Partridge,

then you deserve much, much worse.

You're right.

We're both monsters.

No, no, Bing.

Please.

It's gonna be okay, Mr. Manx.

You'll be fine, Mr. Manx.

Best sledding is the hill
beyond the grove.

By my house.

You ought to come for a visit.

Charlie...

Oh, my God.

Are you all right?

Did he hurt you?
We'll get you cleaned up.

And then we'll go find Boss Mitchell.

I-I've got to get away from here.

No, no. Boss will know what to do.

Everyone knows that Mr. Tim is...

E-Everybody knows?

Charlie...

This world that we live in...

You knew?

You knew, too.

You helped him.

Never mind. It's not important now.

I didn't do anything.

You made me!

Charlie, listen...

You wanted money.

You pranced around, throwing
yourself onto disgusting men

so I would help you.

I did not.

You sickened me until I had
to do something, you whore.

You made me do it!

You used me!

Charlie...

Why didn't you protect me?

My darling, I'm so sorry.

Charlie...

You were right about me, Mr. Manx.

One more ride together,

and there'll be two less
monsters in the world.

Please, Bing, no, no. My children...

They'll be safe in Christmasland.

Every child will be safe from us.

If you kill me...

they will all die.

I am the only thing Millie has

in this whole world.

You lie so much, Mr. Manx.

I-I don't believe you.

Child, child, he's mad.

If he kills me, we'll never
go to Christmasland.

No more trips to Christmasland.

For anyone.

No, Bing!

Have mercy on the children!

Bing! Bing!

You're gonna smash the car?

- I want to play.
- No.

No, you... you go down to the street.

You find a policeman,

and you tell him your mommy
is Vic McQueen.

Her favorite movie's "Jaws."

Yeah.

Yeah. You... You tell her I'm sorry.

Tell her that Bing Partridge
is very sorry

but that he's fixed everything.

She doesn't have to worry
about Charlie Manx anymore.

No, no, no!

No. Bing...

Please help, my child.

Bing, what are you doing?

Please, no, Bing, no.

No. No.

My boy, save me.

No, Wayne, this isn't a game.

Please...

Please help me.

Save me.

No, please.

Wayne.

Bing.

It'll be over soon, Mr. Manx.

But before we go, I want you to say,

"I love you more than anything,
Bing Partridge."

Say, "I... love..."

I... I...

...love...

...love...

...you.

Mr. Manx.

Mr. Manx.

Mr. Manx?

I stopped the smasher.

Well, done, my boy.

But I still need your help.

It's time to play free Father Christmas.

He's awake!

No.

No.

No.

No.

Gas Mask Man is leaving.

Don't worry, Wayne.

He won't be coming with us
to Christmasland.

Get in the car.

No. No, buddy.

You gotta get outta here.

Run.

What's the delay, Wayne?

Don't you want to go to Christmasland?

No, no, no, buddy. No, Wayne. Wayne, no!

Wayne, please! Run!

I made a mistake.

Your mother's gonna come.

Just keep remembering.

No.

Oh.

You're right, Mr. Partridge.

I am a liar.

You were never special.

Just slow as molasses
and dumb as a box of hair.

You'll die here unless
the police find you first.

I hope they do.

Prison's a better place
for you than hell.

Do think of me at Christmastime,
won't you?