Your boy's with me now.
You will never have him back.
Mom!
Your mother can't hurt you anymore, Wayne.
Wayne.
Where is my son?
Excuse me!
Uh, may I have a moment of your time?
Sure.
Need a light?
Not quite.
Oh, there's a family asking for a consult
in Trauma Room Seven...
Doctor Gregory?
Morning, Doc.
Her mom was asking about when she could get discharged?
And the nurses, they just came and checked on her
a couple hours ago, actually,
so I don't think she needs anything else.
Hey, e-excuse me?
What the hell are you doing?
Hey.
What are you doing?
- I'm sorry. Hold this here. - Maggie?
What's happening?
Code Blue, room 1038.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, can you stop that guy?
Can you stop that guy?
Hey, hey, hey! Hey!
Hey, hey, hey, hey! What are you doing?
What are you do... Somebody help!
Somebody...
Why did you do that?
Look at me. Why did you do that?
Why? Tell me why you did that.
Help me.
Why did you do that?
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What's the FBI stand for?
Failed, Bad, Incompetent?
Ms. McQueen, I understand
- your frustration... - McNulty.
It's McNulty now, thank you,
and I doubt very much that you do.
We're doing the best we possibly can.
Okay, and what is that? What exactly are you doing
to protect my daughter and find my grandson?
We're investigating the doctor who tried to inject her.
Who tried to kill my daughter.
We've also issued an Amber Alert
- on that Rolls-Royce. - Mm-hmm.
A car like that, someone's bound to spot it.
Well, someone ought to have spotted
a deranged, homicidal doctor,
but he seemed to slip right past your guy, didn't he?
I'm sorry, ma'am.
We are Americans. Okay?
My husband works for the postal service.
I go to church.
Yes, ma'am.
Do better.
Nope!
Back in bed.
Ma, I can't. I...
You've got an injured spleen.
If it ruptures, you'll die.
Ma, listen to me... I have to find my son.
I am the only one who can do it, so I have to go.
You know something? I'll get Agent Daltry...
No, he can't help.
Look, honey, I know you feel powerless, okay?
I don't. I can find him, Ma. I can.
With my Triumph, I can find anything, I just...
- You have a concussion. - No, I... I don't. I have a...
I have a gift. And...
I have a gift.
- Do you remember Sharon Smith? - Yeah?
Yeah, I didn't just stumble onto her body when I was a kid.
- I used my gift to find her. - Your gift?
- Yes. - Okay. All right, all right.
Um... so, what, you...
- you drew Sharon's body into that field? - No, I didn't... No.
No, I... I... I...
I tore the fabric between the Real World and...
and the World of Thought.
And I can do it again to find Wayne.
- Okay, all right. - I can.
All right. Okay.
You can't tear anything or find anyone
- with a ruptured spleen. - Ma...
Ma, I need you to listen to me right now.
- Vicki, I love you. Vicki, I... - Listen to me, please. Listen to me.
- I need you to listen to me right now. - Vicki, I love you.
I need you to sit right down.
- If you don't sit down right now, - I... I can't.
I'm gonna order a psych eval.
Oh, good morning, sleepyhead.
What have you got back there?
Nothing.
There's no need to hide your cellular telephone
from me, my boy.
Nor anything else, for that matter.
Well, go ahead, call your mother.
That's what you want to do, isn't it?
I didn't think you'd let me.
What kind of monster do you take me for?
Hmm.
Aww...
She's a real heartbreaker, your mother, isn't she?
Never there for you no matter how good you are.
It's not personal, Wayne.
In the end, Vic McQueen...
cares only for herself, and no one else.
He's a liar.
Shh, shh, shh!
What is it?
Don't be afraid.
All right?
I knew your mom.
Once you get to Christmasland,
you'll forget all about that...
...mother of yours,
as she's already forgotten about you.
That's a lie.
She'll come for you.
All right?
My mother hasn't forgotten me.
She promised she'd find me, and she will.
We'll see...
Chitra, I appreciate you coming by,
but this is completely unnecessary.
I wanted to make sure you're getting some rest.
You're not.
Well, not until that boy's back with his mom.
Let us handle it, Tabitha.
No, it's okay, the doctor cleared me for work.
I'm not sure Daltry will.
After what went down in that church.
He wants to see you
as soon as you can make it to his office.
I guess I can't count on backup.
You moved on a known fugitive
at an unsecure location.
Alone.
You want back on this case,
you better figure out how to explain why.
Feel better, Tabs.
Chitra?
Hey, Maggie.
Why is Chitra here?
Is everything okay?
Uh...
Daltry is sharpening his axe,
and I gave him the perfect excuse to drop it on my head.
Well, you did the right thing.
It was brave.
No, it was stupid.
I'm lucky I'm alive.
And now Wayne...
It's not...
It's not on you.
Two career FBI agents tried to shoot and kill Vic's dad.
And then that doctor today...
tries to do the same to Vic.
Did you check his record for me?
He didn't have one.
I saw him.
Okay? His eyes.
He didn't know what he was doing.
It was like he had no control over his own actions.
What, you think Manx was somehow controlling him?
No, that's not Manx's gift.
But I do think he is working with someone new.
Okay, let's say you're right.
The FBI won't even let me punch in, let alone lead an op.
And Vic's Bike is in a million pieces.
My Tiles work just fine.
You'll seize up before you walk out the door.
Or worse.
Tabs, whoever did this is gonna keep coming for Vic
until she's dead.
Doctors, cops.
We won't even know who it is that's coming for her
until it's too late.
For her. Or you.
Or Wayne.
- You both paid a cost already, it's... - No.
Hey, don't... don't do this.
Babe, don't do this.
- I love you, babe. - Maggie.
Mag...
Maggie. Maggie, please.
Maggie.
Mags.
_
- Are you checking in? - Yes, um...
I have a rule not to let a beautiful woman
buy herself a drink.
That's funny,
I have a rule to not let a man do anything for me.
I think you should make an exception.
After all, we are exceptional,
aren't we, darling?
I'm not your darling.
That wasn't a no.
One drink.
One exception.
I normally have to travel down to Parnassus
- for this kinda thing. - Happy to save you the trip, Jon.
Of all the gin joints
in all the towns in all the world,
you walk into this one.
By what? Chance?
I don't believe in chance.
So... fate brought us together?
Well, fate guides everything in the known world.
With the gentle touch of her hand.
It contains the mysteries of the Universe.
My Tiles can tell me anything.
About anyone. Anywhere.
And everyone's got a question
they're dying to know the answer to.
What fate has in store for them.
I reach in, and just like that,
I've got the answer in the palm of my hand.
May I?
That's my other rule, Jon.
You can look, but you can't touch.
Is that your rule
or your boyfriend's?
My girlfriend's.
Oh, so that's what brought you in here.
Girl trouble.
Let me guess, she doesn't like you using your gift.
We're hard to love.
People fall for us because of our abilities,
but they always come to fear the very thing that drew them in.
They tell us to tone it down, betray our gifts.
Like declawing a cat.
It's cruel.
And here I thought I was sitting with a gentleman.
But I've shown you my Tiles and you haven't returned the favor.
It's kind of adorable.
You were wrong.
Before.
Fate controls most of the outcomes in the world,
but not all of them.
I control the rest.
- Oh, sorry. - It's okay.
I'm decent, Linda. It's all right.
Hey.
Reminds me of old times, huh?
Getting stitched up in here.
- Here. - Thanks.
Doc says Vic can go home now.
I'm... I'm worried she's having
one of her mental breakdowns, Chris.
She thinks she can find Wayne with her motorcycle.
I think she can.
Jesus Christ. Chris...
Linda, I saw it with my own eyes.
What did you see?
What did you see, Chris?
I saw, um...
...a walking dead man
take our grandson
in this impossible car.
And Vic almost stopped him.
- Mm-hmm... - You know?
I know that it's...
...sounds crazy. I know that.
But...
Linda, she's special.
W-Well, there's special, Chris,
and then there's magic.
Our daughter's not magic.
How do you know?
How do I know? 'Cause...
I wiped her snotty nose, for Chrissake.
What kind of mother
misses something like that?
The kind that's too busy hiding her bruises
and paying the bills to look up.
The kind with a philandering drunk for a husband.
Let's...
Let's listen to her.
Believe her.
Lou.
- Ohh... - Lou, it's okay.
Hey.
It's okay. The doctor said you, uh...
You had a cardiac event at the lake.
They... They put a stent in your heart.
Your heart, Lou.
Mm... W-Wayne.
Where's Wayne?
Look, the cardiologist said you just need to take it easy, okay?
You have to tell me, Vic.
I need to know.
The FBI lost his phone signal.
Mnh, no.
No...
Lou, hey. Come on.
How much time do we have?
I don't know. I... I...
I got to get the Triumph back, I got to get it running...
Hey...
We.
We've got to get it running.
We're in this together.
Han and Leia.
I don't think that Han and Leia
had a heart stent and a bad spleen.
Yeah, well... the Millennium Falcon ain't got nothin' on the Triumph.
Did the Millennium Falcon ever get
T-boned by an SUV?
No.
But Han Solo ain't half the mechanic as Lou Carmody.
Did you just refer to yourself in the third person?
And rate yourself...
above Han Solo?
Yeah. Yeah.
No?
All right, Han.
- Let's get you up, get you dressed. - Okay.
- Ready? - Yeah.
One, two, three.
I guess you didn't come in here looking for a drink.
I'm sober.
I didn't know what I was looking for when I walked into this bar.
Or who.
Someone with whom you can be your whole self.
Someone who's not afraid of your power.
Someone who's not afraid to show me theirs.
Excuse me.
May I have a moment of your time?
Sure.
What can I get for you?
A bottle of the finest bourbon you have in the house,
and make it on the house.
On the house, sir.
That's impressive.
Exhilarating at first,
boring by the end.
And it doesn't come on the house.
It affects your hearing?
My memory.
First twenty years of my life are a blur.
Your turn.
Think it'd kill the mood.
Tonic-clonic seizures.
I wouldn't worry about that.
I can take care of you.
Oh yeah?
I've learned to mitigate the cost of my Hourglass.
The last twenty years are clear as a bell.
I can teach you.
What'll it cost me?
The answer to my question.
The one everyone has.
Everyone thinks they want answers
until they get one they don't like.
Fate brought us together, right?
Well, maybe it was so I could help you outrun yours.
Upstairs.
There are two ways to mitigate the cost of your gift.
Sit.
Option A...
Hurt yourself.
Option B...
Hurt someone else.
Which do you think I'll choose?
I'm guessing the former.
Mm, masochist to the core.
Sobriety's a dead giveaway.
I've explored both options.
Noted.
You'll need your Tiles.
This is a hands-on tutorial.
Trust me.
I'm not gonna hurt you
unless you want me to.
Tiles need a question.
So tell me, Jon, what is it you're dying to know?
You might not like the answer.
I'm prepared for whatever fate hands me.
Are you ready?
Give me your arm.
Ah... don't scream.
Just harness the pain.
Yeah, yeah.
And when it fills you up
till it's all you know...
...use your gift.
Will Jon achieve immortality?
Holy shit, it worked.
What's the answer?
Fate can be cruel, Jon.
Ma...
Uh, Dad and Lou went to pick up my motorcycle.
We, just, uh...
We just need someplace dry to work on it.
It's too busy over at the lake.
I always thought you spent too much time drawing,
'cause how could pictures ever help you in this world?
But truth is, I didn't understand it, Vicki.
I didn't understand you.
I was a weird kid, Ma.
You were always so quiet.
So self-sufficient.
Never wanted to play with dolls or have a tea party, remember?
Wouldn't let me set your hair.
I never...
I never felt you needed me.
I did.
I do.
Tell me how it works.
Your gift.
I don't fully understand it myself.
Tell your father he can fix the bike in the kitchen.
- Thanks, Ma. - Mm-hmm.
Where are you going?
Nowhere.
I just figured you could probably use another drink.
I'm sorry I scared you before.
See, when I ask for a moment of someone's time,
I keep my memory
by taking their life.
I thought maybe there was a way I could also bank their time.
Immortality, she's elusive.
Have you ever heard of a man called Charlie Manx?
He's unlocked the secret.
And if he can...
I told you you wouldn't like the answer.
But you can't change fate.
Why don't we go downstairs?
The Tiles have to be wrong.
The Tiles never lie...
Ask them again.
You'll get the same answer.
Fine.
I'll make you ask them.
Where is it?
Let me go!
It wasn't fate that brought us together, was it, darling?
Who are you?
I said who are you?
You came here with a purpose.
You came here for me.
You tried to kill Vic McQueen.
Are you saying she's alive?
You're nothing but a failed errand boy for Charlie Manx.
You see, typically, my victims do themselves in.
It's rare I get such a hands-on opportunity.
It's exhilarating...
Sweetheart, give up.
You're not getting out of here alive.
I tried to warn you, Jon.
My Tiles are never wrong.
That's for Vic.
Oh, my God.
I'm gonna fix it.
Here, I can, uh...
I'll run to the bike shop if we need, all right, Brat?
Vicki...
- I can... - Yeah, yeah.
Hey.
Baby, I'm the best mechanic west of the Rocky Mountains.
- I can fix this bike. - We're losing him.
No. No.
You'll find him. Okay?
You'll find him.
Do you remember that... that kid in the Wraith?
Back at Sam's?
Brad McCauley.
What if, by the time I find him, he's not the same?
No. No.
Our son is strong.
And he's a fighter.
He's fighting right now.
Okay?
- C'mon, let's go get your dad's tools. - Okay.
- All right? Let's go. - Okay.
Where are we?
It's a long journey, Wayne.
This is a pit stop.
One of my hiding places.
- I don't feel good. - Mm.
It does appear you need a little extra rest.
I'll ensure we're safe.
Then we can have a sleep and dream of Christmasland
in this special car,
and then when the sun rises again,
it'll be like Christmas morning.
You'll see.
Go back to sleep, Wayne McQueen.
Hey there.
I'm gonna call you Sunny.
Hey, Sunny.
All right, till this evening.
Agent Hutter.
I prepared a statement.
I've been briefed.
You broke protocol.
I believed I was gonna lose the perp
if I didn't move quickly.
Well, you lost him, regardless.
And put yourself at risk in the process.
I understand the victim's mother, Victoria McQueen,
is a friend of, uh...
a friend of your girlfriend's.
Yeah, I can assure you that had no bearing
on my decision-making.
History of mental health issues,
substance abuse.
Set fire to her house in Colorado...
with her son inside.
She suffered a lot of trauma at the hands of Charlie Manx.
Agent Chen shot himself in the head.
Agent Ash was shot
with a gun belonging to Christopher McQueen.
That had nothing to do with Vic.
This girl, she's unstable.
Traumatized, as you yourself said.
So she hears the news that Charlie Manx is dead.
Maybe she has a little PTSD, maybe she has a psychotic break.
Usually with missing children, it's one of the parents.
That's not the case here.
Vic would never hurt her son.
You know, we've all gotten too close to a case.
Some of us know how to pull up for air,
some of us have to learn the hard way.
Unfortunately, Agent Hutter, at this juncture,
I don't think you're physically or emotionally equipped
to see this one through.
No... Sir, I...
I know Bing Partridge better than anyone.
I can solve this case.
Once you've made a full recovery,
I'll consider assigning you to another case.
But for now, don't make this any harder on yourself
than it needs to be.
Babe?
Hey, what happened? Are you okay?
Are you?
I found him.
He had this Hourglass for a Knife.
I broke it.
So he's not gonna bother anybody again.
Um...
Daltry took my gun and badge.
I'm off the case.
Okay, so screw him.
Look at me.
We'll find Wayne,
we'll destroy Manx, we'll catch Bing.
- Okay? - Yeah.
Mm.
What happened to your arm?
I found a way to eliminate my seizures.
I can use my bag whenever I want.
Uh...
Y-Y-You burned yourself with a cigarette?
That's not normal.
I'm not normal.
Okay, I'm sorry, but you...
you risk your life every day with the FBI.
And I would never ask you to quit your job,
because I know that's a huge part of who you are.
Maggie, I can't watch you burn yourself.
I spent years without my Tiles.
For you. B-Because I love you.
But I always felt like something was missing.
This...
This is a small price to pay.
So, can you pl...
Can you please just accept me?
Because I'm not gonna stop using my gift
ever again.
For anyone.
Looks like we're ready to embark on the next leg of our journey.
Your face is healed.
Do you need to use the water closet?
It's always a good policy before a long road trip.
Come.
Bing!
Call your mom.
I tried. She didn't answer.
Try again.
All right?
Wayne. It's Wayne!
- Wayne? - Mom!
Wayne? Wayne, where are you, baby?
I'm in Charlie's car. You have to come get me.
- Okay. Okay. The car... is it moving? - No.
That's good. That's good, Bats.
Okay, listen to me. W-Where is it parked?
Do you see anything out the window?
I don't know. Old cars. Junk.
It's a junkyard. Okay, you're doing great, Bats.
Listen to me. Look at the cars.
Do you see any license plates?
No. I don't know. It's dark here.
Please, Mom, you have to come quick.
Something's wrong with me.
I killed a butterfly.
I'm really scared.
I'm coming, Bats. You hear me?
You keep fighting, I'll be there before you know it, all right?
Wa... Wayne?
Wayne?
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