Sorry, Vic.
Grandpa's house is a safe place
where Charlie Manx can't find us.
Well, I am glad to finally meet you.
Eight years. The first thing we do together
is build a bomb.
I wanna go home.
Christmasland could be your home.
He's been visiting Wayne in his dreams.
He knows where we are, Vic.
Do not let Wayne get into that car.
Any pain, Ms. McQueen?
I just... I can't feel my legs.
Try to breathe for me.
Electrocauterizer.
Suction.
22 blade.
Get the team in here.
Is... Is it a boy?
Give up on the Apgar for now.
Why isn't he...
Is he okay?
No chest rise.
Wait.
- Bring him here. - Put up the blood.
Please let me have him. Can you just let me have him?
- Code White, OR 2. - Initiating CPR.
- Code White, OR 2. - Hey.
- Give me .2 milligrams epinephrine. - Group O, RBC.
- Prepping breathing pump. - What's wrong? Is he breathing?
FiO2, 25.
- No chest movement. - Suction.
Let me see him.
- Just lay still. - Give him to me.
Is he dead?
Somebody answer me!
- Where's the epi? - Loading the bolus now.
Please.
No chest movement. Heart rate falling.
All right. We need to intubate.
Push the epi.
What are you doing to him?
God damn it, somebody tell me what's happening to my baby.
Prep for intubation.
Please let... Can you just me have him?
Chest movement.
SpO2, 68.
Code clear, OR2.
Code clear.
SpO2, 95.
Congratulations, Ms. McQueen.
You have a son.
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Wayne's been talking to Manx.
I dunno how the bastard did it,
but he's been visiting Wayne in his dreams,
talking to him, like, for real.
He knows where we are, Vic.
Wayne told him.
I'm coming.
Do not let Wayne get into that car.
That was Mom.
She wasn't upset. Neither am I.
You didn't do anything wrong.
This is not your fault, okay, dude?
Um, we're gonna be okay.
Your mom's on her way.
Me and Grandpa, we're gonna protect you until she gets here.
Who am I kidding?
Look at this guy.
Man, you don't need my protection.
Look how strong you are, man.
You've always been way, way tougher than me.
Come on.
Pull over immediately.
You can't be here, sir.
Hey, buddy.
I said move it along.
I'm sorry, ma'am. I must've made a wrong turn.
Um, I could use some directions.
May I have a moment of your time?
Okay.
Sure. Where you headed?
I want you to head down to the lake house below there.
I want you to find the people inside,
and I want you to kill everybody.
Hands in the air.
As you wish.
Put that thing down.
Out of the car. Now.
Spare the child. The boy shouldn't be touched.
And leave some time for yourselves.
You have your instructions. Go.
I heard.
You and Wayne stay here. Lock up the house.
I'm gonna tell the feds we're compromised.
The cops can't stop them.
You need to stay in here with us.
Look, ANFO is our only line of defense against Bing Partridge.
- Trust me. - You, me, and two FBI agents...
that's four against one.
No way he can take us all down
- before backup gets here. - It's not just one guy.
It's two guys that's...
It's Bing Partridge and Charlie Manx.
No, that sicko's dead.
No, Grandpa, I saw him.
That's just a bad dream, kiddo.
Sometimes those feel real.
It was real.
Charlie Manx came to the house. Wayne talked to him.
He's alive, Mr. McQueen.
Look, I know it sounds batshit, but it's true.
Look, he was dead,
he came back to life, and now he's coming here.
That gun will only slow him down.
Vic wanted the ANFO to blow up his car,
a 1938 Rolls-Royce Wraith.
- It's the only way to stop him. - Okay. Stop!
Look, I don't care if he's in a Rolls or a goddamn tank,
if it's a guy, 10 guys.
I'm gonna make 'em pay for what they did to Vic.
She'll do it herself.
Your daughter is the only way to find him.
Look.
Vic is more powerful than any of us understand, sir.
Was just coming down to talk to you guys.
There's a problem.
Wayne, get down! Hide!
Wait.
This is my house.
My name is Chris McQueen!
This is my house!
Aah!
Grandpa!
No, no, no.
Hey, hey!
I told you to get down.
Agent Chen shot Grandpa.
Okay. Look, your mom's on her way.
We're gonna be okay. We're okay, we're okay.
- You sound scared. - No.
Me? No, man. We're... We're gonna be okay.
Wait.
What's that noise?
Smells like cookies.
Mmm. Smells good.
Wait here.
Hold your breath.
Okay. Wayne, come here.
All right, let's go.
Follow me.
Hey, Wayne.
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. - Help!
Wayne.
Wayne, wait.
- Help! - Wayne. Wayne.
Hey.
- I just want... - Help!
- I just want to talk to you. - Somebody help!
- Wait. - Help!
Wait.
Hey, there, little buddy.
It's time for the two of us buckos to head to Christmasland.
Your ass is grass.
Your ass is so much grass.
Mr. Partridge! Bring the boy here.
Good to see you in person again, Wayne.
You and I have been dreaming about each other, haven't we?
Now, fear not, my boy.
Your wildest dreams are about to come true.
Manx!
Let him go.
Lou.
Lou. Are you okay?
- Lou, look at me. Are you awake? - Huh?
- Where's Wayne? - What?
- Oh. - Where is he?
Bing.
Wait! Wait.
The detonator. Take it.
Manx!
Let him go!
Mom!
Wake up, Mom! Help!
Wake up, wake up, wake up!
Okay.
Wake up! Wake up!
- Wake up! - Wake up, Victoria.
Can you hear me, Vic?
Mom, help!
Mom!
Help!
I didn't say you could get up.
I asked if you were listening to me.
You will want to listen to me, Vic.
- Help! Mom! - You're still not listening, Vic.
Mom!
Fine.
Have it your way.
Dad says it's got armor, to protect you.
No, Mom, you have to play dead.
There you go, Vic. Now you're listening.
I hope that you have gallivanted to your heart's content.
I hope that you drank and slept around
as women like you are wont to do.
Because you won't be gallivanting anymore.
You won't be riding your bike to the bar or the liquor store
or away from your beautiful boy.
To think...
...we live in a world where a whore like you
is allowed to have a child.
Your boy's with me now.
You nearly stole my children from me,
and now I claim yours from you.
Your boy is with me now,
and you will never have him back, do you understand?
Say "thank you," Vic.
For bringing Wayne more joy than you ever could.
For giving him a home you never could.
For giving him love.
If you had a grateful bone in your body, you'd say thank you.
Aw, come on, Vic.
Say thanks.
Thank you.
Wayne.
Wayne. Wayne.
Wayne!
Mom!
Wayne. Wayne, Wayne.
Hey, it's gonna be okay.
I'm gonna get you out, Bats. It's gonna be okay.
Mom! Mom, run!
Wayne, Wayne.
No matter where he takes you, I'm gonna find you, okay?
I'm gonna bring you home. I love you, okay?
You just never forget that. You never forget that, okay?
I love you, too.
Mom!
Go!
Hold on tight, my dear boy.
Mom! No!
Mom!
You ran her over! Mom!
- Boys who make filthy noise get no toys. - Mom!
- Boys who yelp get no help. - Help! Mom!
Don't mind him, Wayne.
Mr. Partridge is being an old spoilsport.
But I think we can manage to have some fun.
Mom!
In fact, I'm about to have some fun right now.
- Don't hurt my mom. - I think it's best you put the boy down
for a little nap, Mr. Partridge.
It's difficult to reason with a child when he's so overwrought.
And I don't want him to see what comes next.
May I come with you?
I want to have some fun with Vic McQueen, too.
Stay in the car. Take good care of the child.
And you'll have all the fun you can handle
as soon as we get to Christmasland, Bing.
I want to ride the sleighcoaster.
With Mike. First thing.
And then I want to eat lots of candy,
and I want to drink hot cocoa.
With Mike again. Promise me.
Upon your arrival at Christmasland,
I promise there will be a feast
beyond your wildest imagination.
Just a small nap, Wayne. That's all.
The road to Christmasland is paved in dreams.
You'll be there soon.
Mom!
Wake up, Mom! Help!
- Mom! - Hey, hey.
- Mom! Help! - You'll want to shut your mouth.
- Wake up, Victoria. - Or I'll pump you full of lead.
Can you hear me, Vic?
How would you like that? Not too much, I bet.
Huh, bucko?
I ought to bite you back.
Bite you twice.
Once for what you did
and once for your naughty mommy, Vic McQueen.
Could bite you in your pretty little face.
You know you have a face like a pretty girl?
But it wouldn't be so pretty
if I bit your cheek out and spit it on the floor.
Charlie Manx would be mad if you hurt me.
That's what he said.
He said you have to take good care of me.
You're nothing like Mike. Fine.
We'll just sit here and enjoy the show.
Mom!
Mom! He's hurting her!
That's what Mr. Manx does
to dirty whores who tell dirty lies.
And when he's done...
I'm next.
And I ain't half as nice as Mr. Manx.
It's time for your nap.
Mom! Help!
Nighty night.
No, please.
Trick or treat!
You're leaving, aren't you?
You be good.
I love you.
Wayne.
Wayne. Hey.
Wayne!
Wayne! Wayne.
I'm gonna get you out. It's gonna...
It's gonna be okay.
Mom! Mom, run!
Bats.
Bats. Bats, no matter where he takes you, I will find you.
I will bring you home. I love you, okay?
You never forget that. Okay?
I love you, too.
Go!
_
I got you, dawg.
Stand back, little dude.
Shit.
- Dad! Look! - Don't worry.
- I'm gonna get you out, all right? - Behind you!
We're gonna get your mom, and we're gonna get out of here.
Dad, run! Dad!
Dad.
Good news, Wayne.
Your father's coming with you to Christmasland.
I know where you are!
You can't hide from me, Vic McQueen.
Only a coward hits a man and runs, Victoria!
But then, that's what you do, isn't it? Run.
Even from the things you love?!
Even from your own son?!
Rather than stand and fight?!
We're not leaving...
till we finish what we started, Vic.
You remember our time together in the House of Sleep?
'Cause I do.
Every time it rains...
I think about how much fun we had together.
About how much I still have to teach you
about being a good mommy instead of a naughty mommy.
And your boy... your boy, well, he's naughty, too.
Don't worry.
Mr. Manx will teach him how to play nice.
And you want to know the best part?
I'll be there with him.
He's my ticket to Christmasland.
I suppose it's true what they say.
Life really does move in small circles.
Here we are again.
You're as hard to keep hold of as a fish...
and the man you love is destined for a ride in my Wraith.
It's a dangerous game
endeavoring to love Victoria McQueen.
I must admit I learned that myself,
along with your boy's real father,
when you lit us both on fire.
It's unfortunate the kids didn't get to snack on Craig Harrison,
but they will feast on Lou Carmody for weeks...
unless, of course, you want to fight for him.
For your son?!
Wayne will call you sometimes from Christmasland.
You don't believe it now,
but when you hear his voice, you'll know
he's better with me... than with you.
No! Mom!
Stop the car, please.
She does not deserve that moniker, my boy.
No mother worth her salt
would commit such horrible acts of violence
in front of her own son.
You hurt her.
You hurt my dad and my grandpa, too.
Well, I would never normally allow you
to bear witness to such bloodshed,
but your mother left me no other option but to defend myself.
To defend you.
Do you know what that woman did to me?
I have children of my own.
She kept them from me for years and years.
For nearly a decade, I could hear my children calling for me,
and I know they went hungry.
You can't understand what it's like
to know your children need you and you cannot help them.
But you will meet them soon.
In Christmasland.
Please.
I don't want to go.
Well, of course you do, Wayne.
Why else would you tell me where you were?
Look, I came for you
because it's what you wanted deep in your heart.
In your dreams.
Look, hey, you made the right choice, Wayne.
You have nothing to regret.
You wanted a safe home, free from drinking and violence.
That's what every child deserves.
And that's what you'll have.
You'll be safe and sound in Christmasland,
and I promise I won't disappoint you like your mother.
Lou.
Lou, are you okay? Hey.
I'm fine.
Go. Go. Go.
I'll look after him until the ambulance gets here.
Dad. Dad, don't forget to look after you.
It's nothing, Brat.
Are you sure?
Thank you.
Go, go, go.
Hey.
Find him and kill him.
Mom!
Is she dead?
Your mother can't hurt you anymore, Wayne.
Thanks to the hourglass man.
No. No. No.
No!
Wayne. Wayne.
Wayne.
Where's my son?
Where is...
Help! Somebody.
Wayne.
- Mama. - My baby.
He's gone, Ma.
He's gone.
He's gone, and he's not coming back.
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