02x08 - Chris McQueen

[bunniefuu]

Our daughter's
not magic.

How do you know?

I'll run to the bike shop
if we need. All right, Brat?

Do think of me
at Christmastime,

won't you?

Sorry I'm late.
Sorry.

Um, I...

Linda sp I No, I spilled
coffee on my tie.

Uh...

Linda got it special
for today, and...

she got the stain out, too.

I told her
it wasn't worth it.

My dad hated ties, probably make
fun of me for wearing it.

But...

...Larry McQueen's not here.

So...

I...

Larry McQueen did like
whiskey,

Jameson when he could
afford it.

Uh...the Stones, poetry.

Actually, I think
the poetry was a secret.

Like, I found, um...

He had all these notebooks
that he copied down

other people's poems
into 'em.

And nice handwriting, too.
Very, you know...

legible.

Uh, they were in this,
um, box

all these notebooks
under his bed.

I found, um, you know,
Auden and Yeats, Thomas.

Now, I don't know
if he read 'em

or if he just liked knowing
that they were there.

But I was surprised
that the old man liked poems

because he always gave me
so much sh*t

about wanting to go
to music s

music school.

Sorry.

I didn't really know him
Larry.

Um...

Yeah, he moved to this cabin
near Blanford

when I was in high school.

He said he was trying to be
a better person.

That was a lie.
I mean...

he was hiding.

I mean, he pretty much hid
my whole life.

In bars, mostly.

Mm...

You know, even when
he was was home,

he, uh...he was real quiet.

Like he thought
maybe if he didn't say much,

nobody would notice
that he was there.

My mom said that
he wasn't always like that,

that before, uh, Vietnam,
he was...

...funny.

A guy with jokes.

But, um, he came back
on medical discharge

all pissed off about everything
that he'd seen over there,

and more pissed off about
nobody giving a sh*t over here.

And that was before I was born,
so, you know...

Wonder what it'd be like
to have a funny dad.

Um...
Okay.

Um...

The first death I remember
was my hamster, Fluff.

Uh, I let her out of her cage
one day,

and she escaped
into the Ronco's backyard

and Dickie Ronco shoved
this firecracker down her throat

and blew her up.

I was .

My best friend, uh, was
a s-skinny kid called Bridges.

Derrick Bridges.

Uh, sick bass player.

M-Maybe some of you guys
remember that me and him,

we had a band
called Left Turn.

Yeah!

Uh, we used to
play out a little bit,

mostly at the Cove.

We toured a little bit.

Uh...

Yeah, he was, like, the funniest
person that I ever knew.

And...wild, you know?

And we had a lot of fun

just playing music
and touring and...

Then the summer before
graduation,

his grandma found him
in the basement.

He'd OD'd.

There's a lot of good folks
in this town.

Um, everybody was s-so nice
at his funeral.

I mean, I couldn't think,
and I couldn't talk.

All I could do was, like,

just hug people, you know?
Uh...

And I always swore
that I'd never be like my dad.

But then, after,
uh, Bridges d*ed,

I enrolled in
the Marine Corps because,

I-I don't know,
like, I didn't...

I didn't know what else to do.
I didn't...

You know, I just like
I had no money, I no band.

You know, when I got back from
the Gulf, I finally realized

why h-h-h-h-he

he was so pissed off
all the time, Larry,

and why he drank
and why he hid

because he knew
there was no reason

for him to have been born,

and that nobody was gonna
give a sh*t when he d*ed.

And that made him feel helpless,
you know?

And there's no worse feeling.

So, yeah, Larry McQueen.

Lived for nothing,

d*ed for nothing,
saw a lot of death,

and, I don't know, had me
somewhere along the way.

So...

Chris.

Honey, are you okay?

It's okay.

Leave me alone!

Dad, wait!
Vicki,
just let him go.

Let him go.

Damn it.

Okay, hold on.

I replaced the, uh...

These things always have
electrical problems.

Okay.

Alright, try it again.

-Okay!

Dad, thank you.

You know, for the bike
and the ANFO and your...

Thanks.

You ready?

Yeah, I'll meet you
out there.

Ugh!

Mm.

I'm going to get
our boy.

Yeah. Okay.

No
I'm coming with you.

No, you're exhausted.

You fixed the Triumph.
You've done enough for now.

Just stay here.

Look after your heart,
okay?

Okay.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Oh, God.

I-I don't know
about this

taking expl*sives over
a magical bridge in the rain.

You are my only child, Vicki.
My baby.

Yeah, Ma, and Wayne's mine
and the...

the cops haven't found him.
Time's running out.

This is the only way, alright?
-What about your spleen?

You just got out
of the hospital.
I'm fine, Ma.

Made of steel.
I promise.

Alright?
Mm.

Just be careful.

Ready?

Let's see this Bridge.

Holy hell.

It's Wayne's.

Where's Wayne?

Where is he?!

You just missed him.

I-I tried
to stop them.

I swear.

You gotta help me.
Help you?

Who's gonna help her?!

Who's gonna help
that little boy,

you sick son of a bitch,
huh?!

Where is he?!

Where is he?!

Dad.
Where is he?!

Dad, stop.

-Please stop.
-Stop!

Stop! Dad, stop!
Where is he?!

Where is he?!
He can't help us
if he's dead!

Bing!

Bing, come on.
Wake up.

Wake up! Wake up!

Wake up!

Sorry.

Brat, I'm sorry.

Tabitha.
We have Bing.

Tabitha.

Hey.
Hey.

I got your message.
Bing woke up this morning.

He's out of surgery.
Did he give any information
on Wayne?

Mnh-mnh.

No one at the hospital
could get anything out of him.

Apparently, he just kept asking
if they knew you.

It's been
almost hours.

Yeah, l-look, the FBI's
doing everything they can.

They'll make him talk.
I promise.

Where is he now?
That's why I called.

They just transferred him.

He's here.

Turn.

Turn.

Thumb.

Forefinger.

Arms up.

Remove your shirt.

Drop your pants.

Take a seat.

I want a cr*ck at him.

I know Bing.

Give me minutes.
I can make him talk.

Do you know who I am?

Yeah.

You're the FBI lady
who surprised me at the church.

We also spoke years ago.

About Sharon Smith.

My name's Agent Hutter.

And you know Vic McQueen.

I-I really need to talk
to Vic McQueen.

I know about
your time in juvie.

From what I hear,
Victorville was pretty rough

back in the day.

Guarantee
Framingham's worse.

If you want any chance
at leniency,

you need to tell me
where to find Wayne McQueen.

You know, Bing, I, uh
I recently screwed up at my job.

My bosses are
really mad at me.

In fact, they're, uh...

They're watching me
right now.

Have you ever had a boss
that was mad at you?

Mr. Manx is always mad.

I bet he didn't
appreciate you.

I wish I never met him.

I wouldn't be sitting here.

Vic McQueen would
still be my friend.

You know, Bing, you and I
could help each other.

In order to get back
in my bosses' good graces,

I need information.

If you can give me
that information,

I could ask Vic to come in here
and talk to you.

And you
y-you'd tell her how

h-how honest
and helpful I was?

First, Mr. Partridge,

you have to be
helpful and honest.

You need to ice that hand.

I'm okay, Lin.

I could use a drink.

I know.

I know.

Tabs.
Hi.

Uh, so, Bing confessed
to several crimes,

including
kidnapping Wayne.

Unfortunately, he refuses
to give up any more information

as to Wayne's whereabouts
until he talks to Vic.

Alone.
That's a bad idea.

If I'd have been
alone with him

in the junkyard,
we wouldn't be here now.

I might even have my kid back.
-No, your father's right.

That psycho is dangerous.

Myself and
agents Surinam and Daltry

are gonna be watching
from the observation room.

Yeah,
from a safe distance.

-Ma, can you just
-Hey.

It's your decision,
baby, okay?

If you think this'll help
get him back, it's up to you.

Let's go.

Hey.

Hey, hey, Vic,
d-did

Did the FBI lady tell you
how helpful I was?

She did.

She also said you'd tell me
about Wayne.

Yeah.

Where is he, Bing?

I'm I'm I'm s
I'm sorry

for bringing Mr. Manx
back to life.

I-I wish I never put the engine
back in the Wraith.

Wayne is your chance
to make up for it.

Okay?

I-I tried to save him.

I really
I really did.

Then help me save him
now, Bing.

Do you remember
when we were friends?

We used to trade comics.

Mm.
Yeah.

I miss that.

Do you?

I miss the person
I thought you were.

Um, I don't have
any friends.

No one to visit me
in prison.

I'm all alone.

It's super, super scary.

I'm sorry for
all the bad things I did.

I know you won't ever want
to be my friend again.

I just wanted to ask
if you could make

just a little space inside
your heart to forgive me.

Bing.

Tell me how to find Wayne.

Yeah. Uh...They...

B-Before they have
Christmas every day,

each child must hang
their ornament in a tree.

It's the last stop
before Christmasland.

They have to get out
of the car to do it.

I helped.
Just like I said I would.

Come on.

A-Are you gonna
forgive me?

Oh, thank God.
What did he say?

I need your Tiles.
Agent Hutter, come in.

You got a full confession
from Bing Partridge.

More than we expected.

You knew exactly how
to work him.

You even managed to prove
your relationship

with Ms. McQueen
beneficial to the case.

So, what happens next?

We order a psych eval
on Bing.

The man's clearly
delusional,

talking about reincarnation
and Christmasland.

And Wayne?

Yeah, I'm curious
to hear your theory.

I think
he's in that junkyard.

I agree.
k*lled and buried by Partridge.

Coordinate
with the area field office

and start an official search
for the body.

Oh, and, uh, you got
your badge back.

Thank you.

We wouldn't be here
if it weren't for my dad.

He cost us time.

Well, parents always
let you down.

That's why I don't talk
to mine.

Not you and Wayne.

Vic, I'm serious.
We all screw up sometimes.
Mm.

I went to a m*rder*r's
hotel room without a plan.

For me.

I'd shank a thousand assholes
for your mopey ass.

If Wayne's already
hung his ornament...

Chill.

We're about to find out.

Tabitha.

sh*t.

Sorry.

We just didn't know
where else to do it.

I hope it's good news.

Yeah, Wayne hasn't
hung his ornament yet.

There's still time to save him
if we can b*at the Wraith
to Sleigh House.

In Colorado?

Don't worry about
the FBI interfering.

I'll keep them off your back.

They wouldn't be able
to stop him. I couldn't.

It's not
Manx is all yours.

Thank you.

Sounds like somebody
got her job back.

Yeah.

You don't seem very happy
about it.

I love you.

More than
I've ever loved anyone.

But I wanna live
in the real world.

All the time.

Mm.

I mean, what about
your grandfather,

the Santero of Mattapan?

What about the cost
of ignoring forces

beyond your imagination?

My grandfather vacations
in Florida.

Has cookouts
with his neighbors.

Has kids.

It's alright.

You'd never be happy
living that kind of life.

I want you
to be happy, Maggie.

I think you should go be
who you are.

Okay.

I-I can I can
take you to the airport.

So you can go
to Colorado.

Tabs.
I...

I mean it, Mags.
I want you to be happy.

I-I love you.

Yeah, I know.

Look, I lost control, and I did
a-a very stupid thing.

But you riding off
to Colorado alone?

Co I mean,
that is beyond stupid.

Well, Maggie and Lou
are gonna meet me there.

What if something
happens to 'em?

Dad, I spent eight years
without you in my life.

I'll be fine without you.
-Vicki, you don't mean that.

We wasted a day 'cause
of what he did, Ma.

This is my last chance to get
Wayne. I can't have him there.

Half of those bombs
have timers.

Do you know how to rig those,
Brat? Do you?

Because I'll tell you
what's gonna happen.

You're gonna She's gonna
wind up blowing herself up.

Vicki, Vicki, do not let your
anger get in the way

of saving Wayne, okay?

Brat, please.

You bring them home.

Look, I'm sorry
I-I let you down.

I screwed up.

Come on, Vic.
Is this really what you want?

It's easier
to be mad at you.

What happened to Wayne
is not your fault.

You know that, right?
Charlie Manx is not your fault.

Right?
You know that?

You know, I was so confused when
my Bridge brought me to you.

I burn down the house,
I abandon my family,

and then that Bridge
brings me back

to New England,
of all places.

Like, what the hell do I need
to find there?

Truth is, with you,
I was a kid who had

who had dreams
I was gonna be an artist.

I was gonna have a family.

I was gonna be a better parent
than you guys were,

provide a more stable home
for my kid than the one

I grew up in.

None of that happened.

Instead, Wayne's just...

Hey.

Look, I wanna
forgive you, Dad.

I do.

Because if I can't
forgive you,

then how can Wayne
ever forgive me?

But if I do forgive you,

then I am just letting myself
off the hook

for getting drunk

and for screwing up
my family,

for failing to protect
my kid.

I don't deserve
forgiveness.

Let's Let's show 'em
where to park.

Damn.

Each one of these represents
a kid gone forever.

Okay, so, the Wraith's too big
to get in here.

Wayne's gonna have to leave it
behind to hang his ornament.

It's our last chance
to grab him.

Do you guys hear that?

Yeah,
it's the wind.
Is anyone out there?

Stay here.
I'll be right back.

I like being a dad,
Maggie.

I like
being Wayne's dad.

You still are.

You still will be.

Okay?

Do you think there's a way
we can get them back?

The other kids.

Hello?

Hello?
Vic McQueen?

Is that you?

Millie?

Where are you?

I'm in Christmasland.

Are you going to k*ll
my father?

He has my son.

If Father dies, all of the kids
in Christmasland die, too.

I don't wanna die.

I wanna know what it feels like
to grow up, to smell the ocean,

and to see
the Great Wall of China.

Please, Vic McQueen,
can you help me get out?

I don't know how.

I'll show you a secret.

No one knows about it.
Not even Father.

But you have to promise
that you can help get me out.

I promise.

Hurry, Vic McQueen.

Thank you.

Whoa.

You need, like,
a Band-Aid

or some hydrogen peroxide
or something?

Like, your arm looks
really gnarly.

I'll fix it later.

What's it mean?

The art is in
figuring it out.

Hey!
Manx is on his way.

We need to hide.
Okay.

Hey, wait, wait,
wait, wait.

Wayne will never see
the inside of Christmasland.

I'll grab him.
You take care of Manx.

Alright?

Forgive yourself, Brat.

You don't let yourself
off the hook...

...you're gonna just hang there
for the rest of your life.

Well...

No dilly-dallying.

Last stop
before Christmasland.

It's time for you

to hang your ornament.

Pick any branch.

Just make sure
it's a special branch.

Wayne!

Choose quickly!

It's time to get back
in the car.

Wayne?

Victoria.

Wayne?

Gunning for
mother of the year?

Wayne!

Wayne?

Wayne?

Dad?

Wayne! Wayne!

Ohh!

Wayne!

Say good night,
Vic McQueen.

Ready...

Set...

Damn it!

Come on, Dad.
Come on.

Please, Dad. Please.

Come on. Come on.

Come on! Come on!
No! Please!

Dad! Dad!

Hey!
Mr. Manx, wait for me!

Wayne! Bats!

Perfect timing, Wayne.

Stop!

Bats!

Bats! No! Don't!

Come on!

Chris McQueen, hmm?

A failure of a man,
just like your father.

Drunk, angry,
and disappointing.