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Mom?

What is it, Danny?

Can I sleep with you?

- I could go.
- No, no. He's too old for this.

Let's not play this game
tonight, Daniel.

Please?

I feel lonesome.

Like I'm the only person
in the whole world.

Go back to bed, honey.

You're up past your bedtime,
Daniel Moore.

Daniel?

Hello.

My name is Charlie Manx.

And I understand
what it is to feel lonesome.

To feel like you're the only person

in the whole world.

No, no.

Don't fret, my boy.

Those presents will return to you

just as soon as we arrive
at Christmasland.

It's a very special place

where every day is Christmas Day
and unhappiness is against the law.

Would you like to go there?

I want my mom.

Daniel!

Mom!

Your mother wasn't interested
in your games, Daniel Moore.

And she isn't interested in you.

Run! Run!

Just wait till we get
to Christmasland.

Everybody loves games there.

Daniel, baby, run!

Vic?

- Oh, my God, hi.
- Hi.

I saw your mother...

Yeah. I'm just helping her out
for the summer.

Cool.

I could never work with my mother.
I think I'd kill her.

Yeah.

Speaking of my mother,
where are you applying?

Oh, you know. All over.

You probably get early admissions,
you smart bitch.

How's Exeter?

A shit-show.

All AP classes, plus sports
and the internship...

My mother will kill herself
if I don't get into an Ivy.

Yeah, well, you're real smart
so you will.

Man...

Vic McQueen.

Last time I saw you, your dad took me
for a ride on his Harley.

Eighth grade graduation.
You screamed all the way.

- He drove like a psycho.
- Probably, yeah!

- Are you going to Winnipesaukee?
- Yeah.

My parents are throwing a party.

You should come.
It will be like old times.

- Come.
- I don't hear vacuuming.

Oh, Willa.

Sorry, Miss McQueen.
Let me get out of your hair.

You should come.

- OK. Bye.
- Bye.

You have been
such a big help this summer.

Maybe we can keep it up
after you graduate.

I know cleaning toilets
isn't glamorous but it's steady work.

I make my own hours,

and the money is pretty good,
don't you think?

We could go into business together.
It would be fun.

Vicky...

You have one year
of high school left.

You've got to do something
when it's over.

Willa's going to college.

Yeah, but...
Willa's parents have money.

Yeah, I know.

Those college kids can't get work
these days.

They've got to move back in
with their parents.

Your father and I can't support you
forever, Vicky.

I know, Ma.

- Get her running?
- Yeah!

You know what they say about Harleys.

Yeah. They Harley ever run.

How's the cleaning biz?
Keeping an eye on your mom?

I don't understand why people
can't clean their own houses.

Mrs Brewster doesn't have a job.
What does she even do all day?

I don't know, but it's good she does
or we'd be out on the street.

- I paid the mortgage, Linda.
- Great!

What about the power,
the car insurance, the credit card...

- Yeah, where is the credit card?
- My credit card?

Our credit card.

What time did you get in?

Come on, you just got here.
You really want to start that?

What? It's a simple question.

I'm not a child, Linda.

Joe.

- What's going on?
- Maggie.

You can't be here right now.
We've had a break-in.

In Here, Iowa?

Is somebody gunning
for Karen's Hummel collection?

- Oh, my God.
- I can't let you back there.

- Joe, where's Danny?
- He's missing.

He was supposed
to come to the library.

I was going to walk him.

Maggie, let us handle it.

We don't know who we're dealing with.
Just go to work.

We'll find him.

Go.

You lost the credit card.
You lost it, OK?

No, I gave it back to you
after we got back from the market.

You lost it at the bar,
buying rounds for God-knows-who.

- I was not at the bar.
- Bullshit, Chris!

Why did you marry me?
You think I'm a moron.

No, Chris, I think
you're a fricking drunk.

You lost the credit card,
you lunatic. Not me.

You lost it, just the way
you lose everything.

You wonder why I can't stand
being in this house with you?

This is why, Linda. All this.

God damn you, Chris!

You lost it at the bar, just, like,
buying rounds for God-knows-who.

Oh, my God, why did you even marry me
if you think I'm such a moron?

I don't think you're a moron.
I think you're a drunk.

You lost the credit card,
you lunatic. Not me.

You lost it, just the way
you lose everything.

Hello.

Who do we have here?

Hey, Maggot.

Hey, Weasel. Take me for a ride?

Not without a helmet.
Let's see what you got.

Hey, Mittens. Looking good.

He shit under the bed
so Mom threw him out and he took off.

Steve said he's gonna die out here.

Well, you tell Steve every cat dies.
Not every cat lives.

When's our next movie night?

Next time you need a babysitter.

You OK? You look weird.

Headache.

It's for you. Feel better.

Thanks, kiddo.

Haley, come on in!

Ma! I'm starved!

- Hey, Brat.
- Hey.

- You want any tonic?
- No, thanks.

Mom?

Mom?

Hey, Dad,
is Mom lying down?

She's supposed to take me
to art class.

I don't know what she's doing.

You know what, Vic...

Your mom and I...

You know, your mom...

I don't want to clean houses with her
after I graduate.

There's nothing wrong
with cleaning houses. I just...

- She thinks it's all I can do.
- That's not true.

I want to go to college.

Good. You should.
You're smart.

For art.

You know that I...

I wanted to be a composer
when I was your age.

I knew you had that band.

Yeah. Those jerks drank
more than they played, but...

But you guys got
to go different places, travel...

Yeah, a couple.
Boston, New York.

But I...

I thought I was going to music school
when I got out of the Service.

It was too expensive?

Your mom got pregnant.
I had to get a job.

You know. I couldn't do it.

But you...

You're young and you're brilliant.

And you're unencumbered.

You know,
you can make it work.

- Mom says I'm not even...
- Your mom is just scared, Brat.

She's lived in Haverhill
since the day she was born.

There's a whole world out there.

If you let fear dictate your life,
you miss it.

I just got one piece of advice.

Yeah?

Never get married.

- Never, ever...
- Ever...

Have any kids.

- Hey, Dad.
- Yeah.

You should play more.

Hop on.

You good?

- Matty, how's your father?
- He'll be out in a few days.

Good. That's real good.
What's up, Molly May?

Hi, Chris.

Craigster,
see you on the job tomorrow?

- You got it.
- Alright. Good man.

- Brat, love you like a big dog.
- Love you.

- What are you, adopted?
- Linda got fresh with the mailman.

Nine months later,
straight edge here was born.

At least I wasn't scraped
out of a stale crack pipe

like you two winners.

I hate this town.

Same.

Bing Partridge, you're about
to lose your freaking mind.

- Is it Doctor Incubus?
- The very next instalment.

Jeez, I haven't even returned
Doctor Boomerang yet.

I guess that makes it Doctor Stick.

That's a lot of doctors.

We've got to get to class.
We can't be late.

Let me know what you think.

Trading books with this old fool
makes you the nicest girl in school.

Jeez.

Well, it's a pretty low bar
at William White, but thanks.

We can't be late, so let's go.

- Bye, Bing.
- Bye.

Where is Daniel?

That's a good start.

That's good progress.

The model doesn't inspire you?

I'm sorry.

Beautiful line quality

and interesting composition,
as usual.

Mrs Simonson, do you think I could,
you know, get into art school?

Work up a portfolio
and I think you have a shot at RISD.

RISD's expensive.

Vic, apply for financial aid.
Plenty of kids do it.

That reminds me
of the Shorter Way Bridge

off of Pitman Street.

I had my first kiss there.

I was devastated
when they tore it down.

The covered bridge off Pitman?
They tore it down?

- About 15 years ago.
- Are you sure?

People thought
it was a public hazard.

I guess it probably was. Shame.

You left a real mess
back there, Mr Ives.

A real mess.

Dead bodies,
one of your infernal syringes,

and worst of all,
the boy heard his mother scream.

Terrible trauma
for a boy of that age.

I didn't think that the mother
would have a man over

in the middle of the night.

You know the sort of parents
we're dealing with.

The sort of women...

You're right.
I should have anticipated.

Your lack of foresight will be
a boon for the local police.

I'm sorry, Mr Manx.

It would be easier
to accept your apology

if it were the first time.

But it's becoming a pattern.

No, Mr Ives,

you will not be going with us
to Christmasland.

But this kid is the tenth.

I've told you once,
I've told you a thousand times.

There's a nice list
and a naughty list.

Please, Mr Manx.
It won't happen again, I promise.

And you've gotten yourself...

on my naughty list.

You killed him.

He was a very bad man.

Bad people ought to be punished.

He hurt my mother, didn't he?

Under no circumstances

could we take him with us
to Christmasland.

Not one in a million is allowed in.

Only those who truly deserve it.

Like me.

Like you.

Oh, my God! That's freaky.

These just keep getting
better and better.

Yeah, well, I practice a lot
because I have no friends.

- Stop.
- No, it's true.

Since Willa left for Exeter,

and Craig started getting high
all the time and skipping school...

Nobody else likes me at William White
because, you know, I read.

- Well...
- Well...

So they think I'm weird.

Which I probably am,
to be frank.

Beats the hell out of being normal.

Drawing is just...

something I can do by myself, and...

When I'm really into it,
when I'm on, like, a roll...

Well, it's like being on a bike.

My teacher says that...

...that one reminds her
of the Shorter Way Bridge.

Oh, my God, yeah. Wow.

We used to get into
a lot of trouble on that bridge.

You know, I helped demo that bridge
when you were a kid.

Felt like I was blowing up my youth.

Are there any other ones like it,
out in the woods?

No, not like that.

They don't make them
like that anymore.

Alright. Burger...

Burger...

Frappe.

Frappe, frappe...

- There you go.
- Thank you.

Who's ready for fireworks? Vicky?

I'm ready.

Look at that.

Oh, a bridge. Very nice, honey.

I'd hate to meet a bear
on that bridge.

Her teacher thinks
she can get into art school.

I'm sure she could.
Is her teacher going to pay for it?

- I could get financial aid.
- No, that means loans.

A pile of debt before you're 20?
No, Vicky's too smart for that.

Eat up. Let's get to the lake.

Willa invited me to her lake house.

- Can you look after that?
- You got it.

- Vicky, the fireworks.
- I'll watch them over there.

I thought we were going
to watch them...

Linda, she's 18.
Let her be with her friends.

- Vic?
- What?

You know how to get back?

I could walk there blindfolded, Dad.
See you tonight.

Vic McQueen,
as I live and breathe!

Hi, Mrs Brewster.

- Willa invited me.
- And I was so glad she did.

You're a good egg, Vic.

- Welcome.
- Thank you.

Ah, lemonade.

Thank you.

Before I forget...

You lost the credit card!

Not me!

You lost it, just the way
you lose everything!

Did Willa find this?

Your mother dropped it.
I meant to give it to her.

But we were rushing around,
trying to get up here.

- You alright?
- Yeah, sorry.

My parents were looking for this.

Willa's over there
with the rest of her friends.

- Thank you. Bye.
- Have a good time.

Oh, my god, Vic!

- Vic, hi! You came!
- Hi.

Hey. Come here.

You guys, this is Vic.

Everybody, this is Vic.
We grew up together.

She's my best friend.

- Vodka?
- No, thank you.

I thought all Haverhill townies
were hopeless alcoholics.

I guess I was wrong.

I thought Exeter kids were douchebags
with their heads up their ass.

I guess the jury's still out.

Your shirt.

Is that an Andy Bryant?

Yeah.

It's awesome.

Thanks.

- Good morning, Joe.
- Hey, shouldn't you be at work?

- Iowa observes Labor Day weekend.
- Great country. Hey, Frank.

Yes. Thank you, organized labor.

Do you know...

if anybody in town drives
an old Rolls Royce Wraith?

Anybody?

Maggie, we found a body last night.

Out in Plymouth. Plymouth County.

Peter Ives...
A nurse practitioner down in Florida.

Wanted for disappearances
all over the country.

We think he killed Karen
and her boyfriend.

What about Danny?

I hate to say this, kid,
but in these kinds of cases...

it's probably not good.

Well, did Peter Ives own
a Rolls-Royce Wraith?

OK, what's with the Wraith?

I think if you find the Wraith,
you'll find Danny.

Because my Scrabble tiles
told me about it.

Your tiles...

And they have been right before.
Mrs Richardson? In the quarry?

OK, you get a gold star
for Mrs Richardson.

But we solved this case
the old-fashioned way.

Sorry about Danny.

- Can I keep this?
- Knock yourself out.

It'll be all over the news tomorrow,
anyway.

Wait, I heard a kid got stabbed
at William White.

- The last week of school.
- Yeah. Joey Ricci.

- What?
- Oh, my God.

It's fine.

I showed Joey my underwear
when I was four,

and his mom called me a slut.

You are a slut.

You know what?
I am kind of a slut, Vic.

Really?

All Exeter girls are.
It's on their college apps.

So where are you going to college?

RISD.

I wish I could go to art school.

- So go.
- Doctors Butler wouldn't like it.

His parents are doctors.

And they have all the money, so...

What do your parents do?

My mother cleans houses
and my father is in demolition.

No, I'm sorry. It's just...

You're obviously smart.

OK.

We just figured
your parents were smart, too.

Her parents are smart. I know them.
Her mom cleans my house.

I need a glass of water.

Such a boring question.
"What do your parents do?"

Yeah, like you could do better.

I absolutely could.

What are you afraid of?

Well...

OK.

I am afraid...

...that my father's gonna leave
and I'll live with my mother.

I'm afraid I'll get stuck
in Haverhill my whole life.

And most of all,
I'm afraid I'm going crazy,

because the other day,

I saw a huge-ass bridge
in the middle of the woods

that was apparently demolished
years ago.

Sure it was the same bridge?

There's a second covered bridge
in the woods by my house?

Maybe it's a ghost.

Maybe you're crazy.

Maybe you're a time traveler.

So is this your idea of fun?

Slumming with the Haverhill townie?

- What? No, I...
- I need a glass of water.

- Vic.
- Hi. Sorry.

- You enjoying the party?
- Yes. Thank you.

The fireworks are gonna be beautiful.

Yeah.

How is your mother?

Because I tried to talk to her
this morning,

but she was all business.

That's Linda.

You know...

I donate
to a women's shelter in town.

It's an excellent organization.

Very clean.

If your mother feels she's not safe,
if you're not safe...

My mother and I are both safe.

Thank you.

Brat! Come here.

There's my girl!
Come here, come here...

- Mom.
- What?

I have something for you.

It must have dropped out
while you were cleaning.

How about that?
You see the fireworks?

- Yeah.
- Yeah? Weren't they something?

Hey, Brat. You know this one.

Move, Tiffany.

Here comes the sun

Here comes the sun
And I say

It's alright

Little darling

It's been a long, cold lonely winter

Little darling

It feels like years
Since it's been here

Here comes the sun

Here comes the sun
And I say

It's alright

Here comes the sun

Here comes the sun
And I say

It's alright

The watch is old.

You said we had everything.

I wanted to leave it here.
You insisted that I take it.

I shouldn't have to insist, Chris.

If you cared about it, about me,
I wouldn't have to ask.

So what? It's a broken watch.

- I'll check if the maids took it.
- So it's the maids' fault?

- You saw the maids. You saw them!
- Oh? You're a fricking maid!

- It's different and you know it.
- How is it different?

They're illegal, Chris.

They come in here, work for peanuts,
and steal to supplement their income.

- Do you hear yourself?
- It's true. They steal work from me.

What an ugly person you are.
I cannot believe I married you!

Yeah, well I can't believe
I had a kid with you,

you drunk, selfish bastard!

Vicky, your father...

He lost his watch.

Vic...

You insisted that I take it.

If you cared about me,
I wouldn't have to ask.

It's a broken watch!

What an ugly person you are.
I cannot believe I married you!

Well, I can't believe
I had a kid with you,

you drunk, selfish bastard!

There you are. I was wondering
if you guys would come back.

You know, for the watch.

Oh, thank you.
That's my father's.

Cool.

Do you want something to drink?
You don't look so good.

I just had a lot of sun.

Tonic? Frappe?

No. Thank you.

Do you see that?

- Yeah. It's real, right?
- As a frickin' heart attack.

Vic?

Vic?

I need to lie down.

I don't feel good.

Your bedtime came long ago...

...and went away with a yawn.

Something is happening to me.

Yes.

Something fun.

It's happening to me, too,

as we dream of Christmasland
together in this...

very special car.

How old are you?

Well...

I'll give you a hint.

I'm as old as my nose
and even older than my teeth.

You look younger than before.

Don't trouble yourself
with thoughts of that, Daniel Moore.

Go back to sleep.

We'll continue our journey
in the morning.

Hey... Hey.

Relax, Vic. Relax.

Brat, it's Dad. It's Dad.

OK?

I dreamed there was a man.
He was...

He was really scary.

You got a fever.
You fainted out by the woods.

You're lucky Haley was there.

You hit Mom?

Too much to drink.

Vodka.

I promise you
it will never happen again.

You promised not to drink
any more vodka.

Yeah. I'm sorry.

- Listen...
- Oh, I found your watch.

Yeah? Where was it?

At Aunt Carrie's.
The bridge took me there.

You're sick as a bird, here.

Come on.

Dad...

Listen, your father's a knucklehead.

And your mom is...

a fricking lunatic.

But you can be anything
that you want to be in this world.

Don't let anybody stop you
or try to tell you different.

Not Mom, not anybody, OK?

OK.

Alright.

- Just don't get married...
- And don't have any kids.

I love you, Brat.

I love you too.

How can I find the Wraith?

Mom?

Your father left.

- Where did he go?
- I don't know where.

I don't know why. He just left.

I tried so hard to keep him.

I did my best
to keep liquor out of the house...

I can't compete with the bar.

And I can't be 24 anymore.

That's how old the last one was.

Don't say that.

I don't know who this one is
or why she's so...

- Stop. He'd never...
- It's the truth, honey.

If Dad's leaving,
I'm going with him.

He doesn't want you with him.

We discussed it, Vic.
He didn't leave me, he left us both.

You're wrong.

It's snowing.

It's always snowing
on the Saint Nick Parkway.

Are we almost at Christmasland?

Our very next stop.

I'll drop you with the other children
before I head out on my errands.

I hate errands.

You'll have none whatsoever
in Christmasland.

Only rides and games and fun.

Have you ever played
Scissors for the Drifter?

No.

The children will teach you.

And I'll see you again
when I return from a faraway place

called Haverhill, Massachusetts.