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Mom?

Everything OK?

Yeah. Do you...

Do you hear that?

Sorry. Is the TV too loud?

Why don't you go back to bed?

I just need a glass of water.

Hello?

Who is this?

Hi, Weasel. Season's greetings from Christmasland.

Hi, Maggot, hi. I'm coming to get you.

I don't want to leave. I have a lot of friends here.

We're wondering if you've seen Father Christmas.

Haley, that man who took you is not Father Christmas.

He is a very bad man. You stay away from him, OK?

A ride in the Wraith is the best thing

that ever happened to little Haley.

If you were truly her friend you would be happy for her.

Who is this?

Where is Father?

I don't know what he's done to you,

but that man is not Father Christmas.

He was looking for you and your bridge and he hasn't come back.

Where is he?

- I don't know, but I know he's hurt. - Liar! No one can hurt him.

- I can. - You cannot. And you will not.

But he will find you, Vic McQueen.

He will find you and bring you to us.

And then we can play Scissors for the Drifter.

It will be so fun.

Hello?

Vicky, what are you doing?

Honey, please take your pills. Go back to bed.

Howdy. Need some help?

Howdy.

Vicky, I made eggs.

Mom, this looks amazing but I'm kind of in a rush.

No, sit. School doesn't start for an hour.

- I've got to get my bike from Dad. - I sold it.

What?

I sold that dirtbike.

What, while I was in the hospital?

How are you feeling?

You must have been sleepwalking or dreaming...

It wasn't yours.

You were driving illegally.

- It wasn't good for you. - Dad gave it to me.

- Years ago, without asking me. - OK, who did you sell it to?

Someone on the Internet. "Craig's Place" or whatever.

Alright. Get it back.

It's gone, Vicky.

- You had no right! - I'm the mother.

Yeah, you're something alright.

Ask your tiles where to find my bike.

Hello to you too, sunshine.

My mom sold it. Please.

I can't help you.

Ask the tiles where it is or where I can find a new knife.

Jolene said knives can be replaced.

I threw my tiles away.

Haley called me from Christmasland.

Was Daniel there?

I don't know.

Haley sounded weird. Different.

And there was a girl with her, another one of his victims. They...

I know you're scared, Maggie, but we don't have a choice.

- I'm not scared, Vic. I'm done. - Maggie...

All my life, no matter what happened I knew I could take care of myself.

I was smart, I was strong...

I felt safe because I could protect myself.

That feeling is gone.

OK, but no one can keep these kids safe from Charlie Manx but me.

I need my knife.

Then I hope you find it.

Your friend Haley is there,

safe and sound with all my other children.

Strong creatives can pull their Inscapes into the real world

with the help of a knife.

That chair found me and got me moving again.

The girl who finds lost things can find lost children.

Shut up...

Kill him...

Damn it.

Oh, God...

Hey, Brat.

Mom sold my bike.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

I tried to talk her out of it.

But... hard to argue with you in the hospital, you know?

I thought you would have visited me.

I had to work.

But I'll make it up to you.

I want to go to Bike Week.

Wait, no. I thought we were going to go.

Please, Dad. We always go.

Yeah. OK.

You, me and Tiff will go together.

OK. Bye.

Sorry about your water pump.

You let us know if there's anything else we can do to help.

You're old.

Hey, we talked about this, sport. What's the Scout Law?

A Scout is kind?

And courteous. Apologize to Mr. Manx.

No need to apologize for the truth, Bradley.

In fact, I think truthful boys should be rewarded.

Sorry, sport.

Too much sugar already today. You don't want to ruin your teeth.

Morning, sir.

Fine weather, ain't it? What can I do you for?

Ten bottles of engine coolant.

And would you be so kind as to lend me your telephone machine?

Landline? Of course.

You know, you look like a fella comes in here sometimes.

Folks around here call him Father Christmas.

Are you his grandpa?

Yes.

Well, tell him hello from Sam.

I need you to fly to Colorado.

Co-lo-ra-do.

Today. Now. Write down this address.

Well, get a pen, Bing.

I saved this for you, Bradley.

Your cruel father isn't watching.

My father is kind.

Really?

Is it kind to deny candy to a child?

No need to worry about your teeth, Bradley.

I know of a place where you can get a shiny new set.

You look like you've seen a ghost.

Did you know your boss ran my friend over with his car?

Her name is Maggie Leigh. She's a librarian, Bing.

- She must have been causing trouble. - No.

Manx is causing trouble. Where is he?

I don't know.

This is Peter Ives. He worked for Manx right before you.

- You should get out. - He's dead, Bing.

Police blamed a bunch of kidnappings on him, found him dead,

same as everyone else who has ever worked for Manx.

Charlie Manx has a house in the real world. I saw it.

Tell me where it is, Bing.

Tell the police, OK? Before he kills you too, as well...

Tell your lies. Mess with my head.

But know that you could end up dead.

There she is. I'll see you later.

Hey. How did it go? A little progress?

Yeah, from dull throb to searing, unbearable burn.

- Taking anything for it? - No.

Well, your stutter stopped.

I threw my Scrabble tiles away.

Really?

You loved that Scrabble bag.

I thought you'd be happy.

I think you should stay with me until you get better.

No.

- My fish would get lonely. - Bring your damn fish.

Joe, I'm fine.

I just know your history,

and I don't want you to fall back into any bad habits.

I finished the pills they gave me.

I tried to get some more but they wouldn't refill the scrip.

- You can check my bag. - OK.

OK, so no more Scrabble tile goose chases?

Nope.

And no more tracking down cold-blooded killers on your own?

Not a chance.

Good, because...

I had a foot in the grave worrying about you.

You had a foot in the grave because you're old as sin!

Come on.

By the time we arrive at the scrapyard

I may be too weak to communicate with the proprietress.

It is imperative that she sell you a new water pump

and that you install it immediately.

My life will depend on it.

Please acknowledge me.

Nod your head to show you understand.

Nobody likes a sulk, Bing.

What's on your mind?

What happened to Peter Ives?

Did you kill him?

Are you going to kill me?

Is that what you think?

I just want to go to Christmasland.

That is exactly where you will go once our work is complete.

I took Peter Ives and the others to Christmasland.

Right up to the gate.

Sadly they were unable to enter

because they proved to be naughty, not nice.

Naughty boys can't go to Christmasland.

As long as you remain on my nice list you have nothing to fear.

Now please, time is of the essence.

But I wonder,

where are all these questions coming from?

I saw Vic at school today.

Vic McQueen? Of course.

You're too smart

to let a meddlesome female shake your faith, Bing Partridge.

- You really think I'm smart? - Oh, yes.

Very smart.

And nice.

I'm going to buy that for you.

You know, for your dorm at RISD.

Are you knocking the Bob Ross School of Landscape painting?

Never. I'm merely planning a gift.

Good, because my grandmother and I lived for his happy trees, thank you.

Did she teach you to paint?

Yeah, her, Bob Ross, comic collection, I guess...

Simpler times.

Were they?

You know, nostalgia is a funny thing.

Makes the past seem better, like something it never was.

My dad is picking me up in a few minutes.

Walk me to the corner?

That's right. Bike Week.

Stay with me.

I need a new bike, and I promised my dad.

What's wrong?

I don't think you owe him anything.

I'm not going because I owe him. He's my dad. I like him.

I think you deserve better.

- You don't know him. - Only what you've told me.

That he couldn't help me with financial aid?

That he walked out on you.

Well, at least he didn't send me away to boarding school.

My parents want me to have a good education.

Just because my father's not a doctor...

You don't have to be a doctor to show up when your kid's in the hospital.

I'm sorry. I don't understand how he could do that.

My parents have always been there for me.

Well, good for you and your parents.

I think it's probably easier to be there for people

when there is money in the bank, food on the table

and the heat hasn't been shut off in January.

I bet it's a lot fricking easier to be there for your kids

when you get married after college and med school,

and backpacking abroad,

instead of after teenage pregnancy and two tours in the Gulf.

It's also easier when you're not drunk.

- I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. - Yes you did.

- Where's Tiffany? - Just us, Brat.

Ready?

Always.

This is where we found Big Red, remember?

Yep. You said it was too big for me.

Well, it was.

But you lit up like a Christmas tree when you rode the damn thing.

I had to get it for you.

It was fun then, you know?

Things were simpler.

Hey, you want to hit the Broken Spoke?

No, let's find a bike.

Alright.

Ma'am?

Are you the proprietress?

I need to buy a water pump for a 1938 Rolls-Royce Wraith.

Yeah. Grandpa's real tired after a long drive.

He needs a rest to feel his best.

I think I got a Wraith water pump laying around here somewheres.

Let me double-check the inventory.

Meantime, get that contraption off there.

Hey, Maggie.

A Wraith's surfaced in Nebraska.

Did you hear what I said?

You were right.

Our junkyard lady phoned it in. Local uniforms are on their way.

They're going to catch that bastard.

What the hell are you doing out here?

Maggie?

Oh, Mags...

No.

Hey. Not this shit again, Maggie.

Come on.

Come on.

Let's get you home. Come on.

Very high performance. Very fast.

They don't really make 'em slow, do they? What do you think?

Yeah. Get on.

Fire her up.

This could be the one.

You can go ahead and give her a test ride.

Thank you, but it's not what I'm looking for.

Brat, that's a great bike. It's even better than your old one.

We've been looking at bikes all day. You've got to eat to live.

Come on. Broken Spoke, let's go.

Let's go!

I don't know what you're looking for, Brat.

That bike is frickin' perfect for you.

Good thing you ordered two.

You sound like Linda.

You know how the service is, here.

It's slower than a three-legged dog chasing its tail in a snowstorm.

Look...

I'm with you, alright?

It was lousy of Linda to sell your bike

and it was lousy that I didn't stop her, alright?

Guess I've been screwing up pretty good in the dad department lately.

- I'm sorry. - You already apologized.

Guess I'm apologizing again.

I'm so proud of you.

And when you wanted to move in with me...

I'm sorry that it didn't work out.

Hey, you want, like, a frappe or something?

- Excuse me! - You know what, I'll take a beer.

I'll take two. You know how the service is here.

Hello?

Come visit us in Christmasland, Vic McQueen.

Take your bridge and bring us something to eat.

Who the hell is this? Is Haley with you?

If you so much as touch a hair on her head...

Haley is my friend, you dumb cow.

She's right here with me. Come to Christmasland.

Father hasn't been here in ages.

We're waiting for you.

And we are hungry.

Cat got your tongue?

Poor old Vic McQueen,

her father a drunk, her mother real mean.

Early motherhood awaits her with no man to wed her,

unless she can find it within to give thanks

to her new friend and savior, Millie Manx.

Look what the wind blew in.

How was the nut-house?

Yeah, real nice. You'd have fit right in.

Hey, I got you a souvenir.

It's... a commemorative pin.

Shit.

Why did you get me Big Red at Bike Week when I was a kid?

I told you.

It was because I lit up like a Christmas tree when I saw it?

Yeah.

That's a lie.

You had just had a huge, drunken fight with Ma.

Beer, vodka, screaming...

bruises.

You didn't think I heard but we live in a box.

Of course I fricking heard you.

Even though we all denied it, you and I both knew I heard it all.

You knew I knew, so you bought the bike as an apology

to make up for your shit with Mom.

The bike didn't make up for anything,

and your apology today doesn't make up for abandoning me,

or not visiting me in the hospital, or any of the other billions of ways

you have chosen booze over me.

Only a child would think it does.

What? Drinking these beers and making a big scene like this,

that makes you sophisticated or something? An adult?

It's not my job to be the adult.

It's not my job.

I hope that you never have to feel what it's like

to disappoint people that you love.

You keep drinking like your old man here...

I guarantee you will find out.

Hey, Vic!

Vic. You alright?

My father is a drunk and my mother sold my bike.

I can't access my bridge without my bike.

Without my bridge I can't ever save Haley.

And I thought I could find another bike or another knife with my father,

but my father is fricking useless. He has been all along...

Hey, I don't care about him. I don't care about him.

I don't care about your bridge or Haley.

Are you alright?

Are you alright?

You got me a souvenir.

Yeah.

It's a... commemorative pin.

Let me see.

I know it's...

I know it's corny.

I love it.

Can you take me home?

Yeah.

Come on.

Nearly there, Mr. Manx.

Bing! Hurry!

That's right, you son of a bitch. I remember you.

I know in my bones you took my son and my grandson.

You're going to die here.

Or in jail.

You little rat-face.

OK, I got it.

Fill it.

Mr. Manx...

promise me you won't murder me like Peter Ives.

Promise me you'll take me with you to Christmasland.

Dear boy, I cannot take you anywhere

if we are in prison.

Start the car.

You feign concern over your son and grandson

but I know the truth, Judith Miller.

Where there should have been the warmth of a mother's love,

young Robert was met only with sour chewing tobacco

and motor grease.

Robert Junior is very happy in Christmasland, Judith,

but Robert Senior, he took after you.

He was a terrible parent.

Leave the old bitch to die as she lived:

all alone and surrounded by refuse.

Let's away, Mr. Partridge.

They're going to get us.

Patience, Bing.

They don't see us.

They don't notice us.

Hey, Ma. Vic's here.

Just come on back.

Hey, Tiff.

Tiffany?

When did I give you this, third grade?

Second.

When was the last time you slept?

When they sedated me in the hospital.

Which was, like, a thousand years ago.

- Ready? - Yeah.

You alright?

You're good.

Joe?

I'm sorry I'm such an ass. You don't have to do all this.

Joe?

Wait here, Mr. Partridge.

But...

Why can't I go inside? You promised.

That's true, and I haven't broken a promise in over a hundred years.

But we made a deal.

You may enter Christmasland only after we save ten children,

and then only if you remain on my nice list.

Am I still on the nice list?

You're right to be concerned,

after the shenanigans you pulled at that old bat's scrapyard.

I'm really sorry.

You allowed Vic McQueen to poison your mind.

She's a dangerous one. You must take better care.

I will. I will, sir.

Well, go on, Mr. Partridge.

We'll get to work after I've made this delivery.

Your time will come, Bing.

Thank you, Mr. Manx.

More gingerbread gas?

Where are we?

A place of wonder and joy.

Come this way.

- Daniel! - Sheriff Bly!

Here you are!

Look at me, I'm a sheriff. Howdy, howdy!

Time to play Scissors for the Drifter.

You're the drifter.

I've missed you, Father.

It's good to be home, child.