NOS4A2 (2019) s01e08 Episode Script
Parnassus
1 [Breathing heavily.]
[Sobbing.]
[Sniffles.]
[Ringing.]
You've reached Sheriff Bly.
I'm una [Sighs.]
[Button clicking.]
[Chuckles.]
[Ringing.]
[Sniffles.]
CARLA: Hello? Hello? Maggie, is that you? Hi, Mom.
I want to come home.
Mom? I threw my Scrabble Tiles away.
You're always welcome to come home, baby, as long as you agree to stick to our terms.
Mom, please.
Weekly drug testing, no girls, Church on Sun [Cellphone clatters.]
[Sniffles.]
Where's Joe? ["Carol of the Bells" playing eerily.]
[Birds chirping.]
[Growling.]
[Coughs.]
Wake and bake, huh? [Chuckles.]
You must be feeling rough.
[Groans.]
Like I got run over by the Orca.
You've been hitting it pretty hard.
I didn't think you had it in you.
Well people change.
What, so next time I see you, you're gonna be a tattooed alien hunter? Actually, a ninja bank robber.
- Oh, good.
- Yeah.
For the record I like you no matter what you are.
I like you, too.
[Breathing heavily.]
Bing.
Bing the ding-a-ling.
Instead of a helper, Mr.
Manx got a thing.
[Chuckles.]
Dear Mr.
Manx.
Uh Please come ba No, no.
No.
U-Um I'm sorry I let Vic McQueen I let Vic No.
Wait.
Vic [Roars.]
[Telephone rings.]
Oh, Mr.
Manx, where are you? I Hi.
This is actually Sue from Western Solar Panels calling.
Can I speak with Mr.
[Dog barks in distance.]
[Bottles clang.]
[Can clatters.]
[Cellphone ringing.]
[Cellphone beeps.]
Hey.
Mom? Vicki, are you okay? I got into RISD.
The art school.
They gave me a full scholarship.
Mom? Uh, Mrs.
McQueen, my mom was wondering if Oh, my God.
Are you okay? Yeah, uh, Vicki got into RISD.
[Laughing.]
What? Aah! That's amazing! It's really something.
Vic, you're friggin amazing! We have to celebrate! That's really something, Vicki.
Congratulations.
- Gonna have a party.
- [Laughs.]
[Chuckles.]
Honey, I just I don't know if it's right for the Brewsters to put themselves out like this.
Relax, Ma.
They offered.
Why? They want to do something nice for me.
[Sighs.]
These people are weird.
They're my friends.
[Car door slams.]
[Indistinct conversations, laughter.]
Hi! RISD rock star in the house! - You smart bitch! - [Both laugh.]
Full ride.
- So dope.
- Thanks.
I didn't think it'd actually happen.
Uh, is there anything in this? I got you.
Here.
Now it's a party.
McQueen, if anyone deserves this, it's you.
I mean that.
I actually deserve to go to prison, with you.
Didn't we commit like five felonies when I applied? Two at the most.
- Cheers.
- Cheers! [Doorknob rattling.]
[Indistinct conversations.]
M Ma, you're you're off the clock.
Can you just come back to the party? Mrs.
Brewster was looking for you.
Stop.
The Brewsters aren't your family.
I know.
[Sighs.]
They might be smarter than me.
- No, they're not.
- I guess now you think you're smarter than me, too - I don't think that.
- but I'm still the mother.
I just got into college, a full ride.
No one has to pay for anything.
[Chuckles.]
I thought you'd be happy.
I am.
I am, honey.
It's real impressive.
But college or not, this is not us.
I just don't want you finding that out the hard way.
[Glass shatters.]
[Indistinct conversations.]
There's the college girl.
Good work, Brat.
Not much work but good work.
I knew you could do it, right? No, thanks.
You're never one to turn down a free drink.
I quit.
[Laughs.]
When? - After bike week.
- Mm.
Dad, some of the things I said weren't No, no, no.
Everything you said was true.
I give it a week.
Vic, let her go.
Vic.
Enjoy your party.
Just Hey, hey, hey.
Come here.
Have you seen Linda? - No.
- She's being so difficult.
She's just sad that you're leaving.
I'll be two hours away.
- Can I have some of this? - Yeah.
It's not the same as having you here.
Art school's not forever.
I'll be home for breaks.
I know.
Come here.
Speaking of art, what the hell is that? I mean, that looks like some kinda fancy Cooch? - I didn't say that - [Gasps.]
Oh.
Go, go, go, go, go! [Door closes.]
[Muffled music playing.]
You got another smoke? [Exhales.]
Kid did good.
I wanna be just like her when I grow up.
Mm.
Providence is a big city.
They are not like us there.
Maybe that's a good thing, you know? Young girls, they get roofied, they get attacked.
[Sighs.]
She's got a good head on her shoulders, Lin.
You two got it all figured out, don't you.
[Chuckles.]
[Sighs.]
[Gags.]
[Chuckles.]
[Sighs.]
[Door opens.]
[Door closes.]
[Door creaks.]
Vicki? [Lighter clicking.]
You beat me home? [Knock on door.]
Vicki? [Door creaks.]
[Bottles clang.]
[Dance music playing.]
Never seen you here before.
Yeah.
It's been a while since I needed to party the demons away.
You looking for someone to play with? Mm.
Are you interested? Hmm.
Let's see.
Beware, huh? That's 11 points.
How many for "stunner"? Seven.
[Chuckles.]
Do I make you nervous? Do you have something that can calm me down? Well, what do I get in return? [Pills rattle.]
[Footsteps approach.]
Enjoy the party? You searched my room? - It was out on the bed, Vicki.
- Wait.
Where's my computer, my art supplies? No, I'm keeping your personal items locked up - until you earn them back.
- I'm 18.
You wanna end up a junkie like Craig? - Craig's not a junkie.
- 'Cause that is exactly - where this shit is gonna lead you.
- It's not like that.
It's not like that.
You're right, it won't be.
Not on my watch.
You live under my roof, you follow my rules.
- School, work, home.
- Mom - No parties, no boyfriend.
- Ma, you have no clue No, Vicki, this is for your own good! You think you're grown? Getting drunk and high, sashaying around the place like you're a woman of the world 'cause, what some some college gave you a ticket to rapetown? [Laughs.]
Oh.
Oh, I'm glad you think that's funny.
It is pretty good, Ma.
Keep laughing.
'Cause you know what? What? Say goodbye to RISD, 'cause this right here, this proves that you are not ready to be on your own.
How the hell would you know? How the hell would you know?! [Laughs.]
You are an ignorant, small-town loser.
No wonder dad left you.
- [Gasps.]
- [Glass shatters.]
Screw you.
You le You leave this house, you don't bother coming back! LINDA: You live under my roof, you follow my rules.
This is for your own good! Say goodbye to RISD.
[Sobbing.]
God! [Sobbing continues.]
Stop! God damn it, stop! [Breathing heavily.]
[Gas hissing.]
[Door creaks.]
[Country music playing.]
[Static, "Jingle Bells" plays.]
Damn it! ["Deck the Halls" playing.]
[Chair scrapes.]
[Clears throat.]
I shoulda known this holly jolly bullshit was you.
[Sighs.]
All your friends, happy to see you, as always.
I'll never understand why you insist on hanging with the riff-raff.
I'm sorry if my tastes don't live up to the bastard son of a boomtown prostitute.
Mm.
Oh.
Thick and sweet, just like I like it.
To what do I owe the free drink? All those kids starting to get to ya? Never.
In fact, there's a Boy Scout dreaming of gingerbread in the back seat of my Wraith as we speak.
Well, that explains the bloom in your cheek but not the drink.
Jolene July has passed.
Wow.
I always liked her.
Had a nice ass.
Like she was smuggling a pair of French hens in that car-hop uniform.
Who told you? I sensed it.
How'd she go? Trying to kill me.
And if I'm honest, she got closer than I'd prefer.
The Dark Tunnels cripple put a scare into old Charlie Manx? With help.
I knew it the moment I saw you.
There's a new girl.
This one's special.
I can feel it.
[Vic grunting.]
[Door opens.]
[Footsteps approach.]
Mmm.
Shh.
Help! Only girls who are nice and sweet get to have a tasty treat.
Mm-hmm.
What do you want? You've been a naughty girl.
People are gonna notice I'm missing, Bing.
They'll call the cops.
You'll go to jail.
No, I won't.
I heard your mom yelling.
She thinks you ran away.
Everyone knows your dad left you.
You're all alone.
I I was your friend.
Friends to the end.
Yeah.
[Chuckles.]
But you wrecked that.
We can be again.
You just have to be nice.
Bing.
Bing, please, don't.
Wait, wait.
Bing, let's just talk about this for a second please.
You do not have to do [Gasps.]
Oh, God.
[Gas hissing.]
[Whimpers.]
[Gasps.]
Okay.
Okay.
Say Say, "I love you, Bing Partridge.
" I Love you more than anything, [Echoing.]
Bing Partridge.
[Dance music playing.]
[Laughter.]
Go! [Door creaks.]
[Door creaks.]
[Whimpering.]
[Door opens.]
Do you know why tonight's the best night? 'Cause you're my second chance.
You got me onto the naughty list.
But I figured out what to do all by myself.
Mr.
Manx will be so happy I got rid of you.
He'll put me on the nice list forever.
Mm.
Mm.
Hmm? Mm.
What makes you think Mr.
Manx wants to get rid of me? [Chuckles.]
You cause all kinds of problems.
He told me I'd be welcome in Christmasland.
Liar, pants on fire.
No, when we met at the bus station, he said I belonged there with him.
You're naughty.
I-I saw it for myself.
Well, I I'm I'm just I'm just telling you what Manx told me.
I mean, you don't have to believe me, but if if I'm right He He really said that stuff? Oh, Bing, I think you really screwed up.
You do? Yeah, if if Charlie Manx finds out you kidnapped me, I d I don't know.
Sounds like you'll be on the naughty list forever.
But then I won't be able to get into Christmasland! Just let me go.
It'll be our secret.
[Breathing heavily.]
No, Bing, wait! [Groans.]
[Door closes.]
[Grunts.]
[Footsteps approach.]
[Door opens, creaks.]
I can't let you go, Vic.
You'll tell Mr.
Manx what I did, and I won't be able to get into Christmasland.
Christmasland sounds boring.
I don't understand why you want to go there so bad.
Oh, man.
I'd give everything for Christmas every day.
Some of my best feelings came at Christmas.
I used to think my best feelings happened with my family at Lake Winnipesaukee.
One Christmas, my dad gave me his gas mask.
And my mom made sugar cookies.
She said, uh "I love you more than anything, Bing Partridge.
" It was the best feeling.
My very best feeling was when I got into art school.
You got in? - Yeah.
- [Chuckles.]
That's good, Vic.
That's real good.
I'm real glad you had that feeling.
My very best feeling came when I killed my parents.
Put a nail in both their heads.
Pop.
Pop.
"Bing.
Bing the ding-a-ling! Instead of a son, I got a thing.
" Ugh! [Shudders.]
[Chuckles.]
He can't say that any more.
I'm sorry that happened, Bing.
I'm sorry he said those things.
Every time he did, my mom went into the kitchen to make cookies.
She didn't protect you.
My mom she was a scaredy cat.
Charlie Manx he knows about your mom and dad, doesn't he? Yeah.
Yeah, he told you to hurt Sharon like you hurt them or you wouldn't get into Christmasland? No.
I did Sharon all by myself.
Her skin was soft like my mom's.
She smelled different, like, um Like coconut shampoo and, uh menthol cigarettes.
But she tasted just as sweet.
[Sniffs.]
[Sighs.]
[Sobbing.]
You smell like the grass after the rain.
I'll bet you taste just as sweet.
[Grunts.]
[Groans.]
No! [Groans.]
[Gas hissing.]
[Coughing.]
Her name is Vic McQueen.
She travels along the Shorter Way Bridge.
I saw it open up on the Map, not too far from my neck of the woods.
She's strong, Abe.
Almost all the troubles I've ever known started with one woman or another, and the happiest times in my life have been free of the feminine influence.
Most men spend their lives being passed from one woman to another, as I was from my whore mother to my nag wife.
Your problem, your weakness, is that you can't stop thinking about them.
My children need a mother.
And I'll admit Vic McQueen has stoked a fire I've long struggled to keep dormant.
Exactly.
I don't care how special she is, you need to kill her.
She's not like the others.
She's pure.
Jesus.
Last time you gave the Virgin Mary spiel, you proposed to Jolene.
When this one rejects you, you gonna leave her to rot in a mental ward? I never showed Jolene my Inscape.
If she had beheld the glory of Christmasland, things could've been different.
You kill this woman or drive her mad like the last one.
No piece of ass is worth risking your Inscape for.
Vic McQueen is worth the risk.
And if your glorious jingle bells don't convince her? Then the dinner bell will ring instead.
[Scrabble Tiles rattle.]
Where Where's the Brat's bike? [Chuckles.]
[Pills rattle.]
That lunatic belongs in jail.
Well, we can't go to the cops or I'll end up in the psych ward again.
Then I take care of him myself.
- He'll kill you.
- Then I go down swingin'.
Craig, I am friggin' traumatized here.
I do not need to be worrying about you on top of everything else.
Can you promise me that you will not go after him? Fine.
Fine.
[Cellphone ringing.]
I gotta take this.
Hey.
Brat, super great news.
The Bag came back on its own.
I don't understand.
Me neither, really, but it found me.
Told me you have your bike.
No, my mother sold it.
Mm.
Here's a true story The Bag can be cryptic, but it never lies.
Mothers, on the other hand You know, they say they're trying to help, but Maggie, are you okay? You sound weird.
Never been better.
Do me a favor, okay? Keep hunting Charlie Manx.
[Sniffles.]
You're the only one that can stop him.
No, I'm not.
We're a team.
You and Joe are the only ones who ever really got me, anyway.
Stay gold, Ponyboy.
Bye, Brat.
Maggie? Maggie?! [Ringing.]
Hey, it's Maggie.
Leave a message.
Hey, you okay out here? I need you to take me home now.
Okay.
- Where's my bike? - Where the hell have you been? I need my bike, Ma.
Where is it? - I told you I sold it.
- You're lying.
Vicki, I don't want to fight, okay? - But the drinking, the drugs - Ma, I don't have time for this.
I may be stupid, but I have common sense.
Common sense isn't why you stayed with Dad.
You're right.
I had you to think about.
No.
No, you were afraid of being alone.
That is what all of this was the party, college all of it.
With me and Dad both gone, the only person you will have to blame for your life is you.
[Sniffles.]
You're not stupid, Ma.
You're a coward.
It's not fair.
It's not fair.
What'll I do when you leave? What'll I do when you leave? Tell me what you've done with my bike, Ma.
[Electricity crackling.]
[Engine revs.]
MAGGIE: You know, you and Joe are the only ones who ever really got me, anyway.
Vic, I'm done.
That feeling is gone.
Bye, Brat.
[Engine revs.]
Maggie! Maggie! Maggie, Maggie.
Wake up.
You have to wake up.
Come on.
Hey.
[Coughs.]
That's it.
Come on.
Come on, come on.
- [Coughs.]
- That's it, that's it.
There we go.
Okay, come on, come on.
Here you go.
Come on, come on.
- [Coughs.]
- There you go.
- [Coughs.]
- That's okay.
That's okay.
You're okay.
You're okay.
Come on.
You're okay.
I got you.
- I guess you found your bike.
- [Laughs.]
[Sobbing.]
[Sniffles.]
[Ringing.]
You've reached Sheriff Bly.
I'm una [Sighs.]
[Button clicking.]
[Chuckles.]
[Ringing.]
[Sniffles.]
CARLA: Hello? Hello? Maggie, is that you? Hi, Mom.
I want to come home.
Mom? I threw my Scrabble Tiles away.
You're always welcome to come home, baby, as long as you agree to stick to our terms.
Mom, please.
Weekly drug testing, no girls, Church on Sun [Cellphone clatters.]
[Sniffles.]
Where's Joe? ["Carol of the Bells" playing eerily.]
[Birds chirping.]
[Growling.]
[Coughs.]
Wake and bake, huh? [Chuckles.]
You must be feeling rough.
[Groans.]
Like I got run over by the Orca.
You've been hitting it pretty hard.
I didn't think you had it in you.
Well people change.
What, so next time I see you, you're gonna be a tattooed alien hunter? Actually, a ninja bank robber.
- Oh, good.
- Yeah.
For the record I like you no matter what you are.
I like you, too.
[Breathing heavily.]
Bing.
Bing the ding-a-ling.
Instead of a helper, Mr.
Manx got a thing.
[Chuckles.]
Dear Mr.
Manx.
Uh Please come ba No, no.
No.
U-Um I'm sorry I let Vic McQueen I let Vic No.
Wait.
Vic [Roars.]
[Telephone rings.]
Oh, Mr.
Manx, where are you? I Hi.
This is actually Sue from Western Solar Panels calling.
Can I speak with Mr.
[Dog barks in distance.]
[Bottles clang.]
[Can clatters.]
[Cellphone ringing.]
[Cellphone beeps.]
Hey.
Mom? Vicki, are you okay? I got into RISD.
The art school.
They gave me a full scholarship.
Mom? Uh, Mrs.
McQueen, my mom was wondering if Oh, my God.
Are you okay? Yeah, uh, Vicki got into RISD.
[Laughing.]
What? Aah! That's amazing! It's really something.
Vic, you're friggin amazing! We have to celebrate! That's really something, Vicki.
Congratulations.
- Gonna have a party.
- [Laughs.]
[Chuckles.]
Honey, I just I don't know if it's right for the Brewsters to put themselves out like this.
Relax, Ma.
They offered.
Why? They want to do something nice for me.
[Sighs.]
These people are weird.
They're my friends.
[Car door slams.]
[Indistinct conversations, laughter.]
Hi! RISD rock star in the house! - You smart bitch! - [Both laugh.]
Full ride.
- So dope.
- Thanks.
I didn't think it'd actually happen.
Uh, is there anything in this? I got you.
Here.
Now it's a party.
McQueen, if anyone deserves this, it's you.
I mean that.
I actually deserve to go to prison, with you.
Didn't we commit like five felonies when I applied? Two at the most.
- Cheers.
- Cheers! [Doorknob rattling.]
[Indistinct conversations.]
M Ma, you're you're off the clock.
Can you just come back to the party? Mrs.
Brewster was looking for you.
Stop.
The Brewsters aren't your family.
I know.
[Sighs.]
They might be smarter than me.
- No, they're not.
- I guess now you think you're smarter than me, too - I don't think that.
- but I'm still the mother.
I just got into college, a full ride.
No one has to pay for anything.
[Chuckles.]
I thought you'd be happy.
I am.
I am, honey.
It's real impressive.
But college or not, this is not us.
I just don't want you finding that out the hard way.
[Glass shatters.]
[Indistinct conversations.]
There's the college girl.
Good work, Brat.
Not much work but good work.
I knew you could do it, right? No, thanks.
You're never one to turn down a free drink.
I quit.
[Laughs.]
When? - After bike week.
- Mm.
Dad, some of the things I said weren't No, no, no.
Everything you said was true.
I give it a week.
Vic, let her go.
Vic.
Enjoy your party.
Just Hey, hey, hey.
Come here.
Have you seen Linda? - No.
- She's being so difficult.
She's just sad that you're leaving.
I'll be two hours away.
- Can I have some of this? - Yeah.
It's not the same as having you here.
Art school's not forever.
I'll be home for breaks.
I know.
Come here.
Speaking of art, what the hell is that? I mean, that looks like some kinda fancy Cooch? - I didn't say that - [Gasps.]
Oh.
Go, go, go, go, go! [Door closes.]
[Muffled music playing.]
You got another smoke? [Exhales.]
Kid did good.
I wanna be just like her when I grow up.
Mm.
Providence is a big city.
They are not like us there.
Maybe that's a good thing, you know? Young girls, they get roofied, they get attacked.
[Sighs.]
She's got a good head on her shoulders, Lin.
You two got it all figured out, don't you.
[Chuckles.]
[Sighs.]
[Gags.]
[Chuckles.]
[Sighs.]
[Door opens.]
[Door closes.]
[Door creaks.]
Vicki? [Lighter clicking.]
You beat me home? [Knock on door.]
Vicki? [Door creaks.]
[Bottles clang.]
[Dance music playing.]
Never seen you here before.
Yeah.
It's been a while since I needed to party the demons away.
You looking for someone to play with? Mm.
Are you interested? Hmm.
Let's see.
Beware, huh? That's 11 points.
How many for "stunner"? Seven.
[Chuckles.]
Do I make you nervous? Do you have something that can calm me down? Well, what do I get in return? [Pills rattle.]
[Footsteps approach.]
Enjoy the party? You searched my room? - It was out on the bed, Vicki.
- Wait.
Where's my computer, my art supplies? No, I'm keeping your personal items locked up - until you earn them back.
- I'm 18.
You wanna end up a junkie like Craig? - Craig's not a junkie.
- 'Cause that is exactly - where this shit is gonna lead you.
- It's not like that.
It's not like that.
You're right, it won't be.
Not on my watch.
You live under my roof, you follow my rules.
- School, work, home.
- Mom - No parties, no boyfriend.
- Ma, you have no clue No, Vicki, this is for your own good! You think you're grown? Getting drunk and high, sashaying around the place like you're a woman of the world 'cause, what some some college gave you a ticket to rapetown? [Laughs.]
Oh.
Oh, I'm glad you think that's funny.
It is pretty good, Ma.
Keep laughing.
'Cause you know what? What? Say goodbye to RISD, 'cause this right here, this proves that you are not ready to be on your own.
How the hell would you know? How the hell would you know?! [Laughs.]
You are an ignorant, small-town loser.
No wonder dad left you.
- [Gasps.]
- [Glass shatters.]
Screw you.
You le You leave this house, you don't bother coming back! LINDA: You live under my roof, you follow my rules.
This is for your own good! Say goodbye to RISD.
[Sobbing.]
God! [Sobbing continues.]
Stop! God damn it, stop! [Breathing heavily.]
[Gas hissing.]
[Door creaks.]
[Country music playing.]
[Static, "Jingle Bells" plays.]
Damn it! ["Deck the Halls" playing.]
[Chair scrapes.]
[Clears throat.]
I shoulda known this holly jolly bullshit was you.
[Sighs.]
All your friends, happy to see you, as always.
I'll never understand why you insist on hanging with the riff-raff.
I'm sorry if my tastes don't live up to the bastard son of a boomtown prostitute.
Mm.
Oh.
Thick and sweet, just like I like it.
To what do I owe the free drink? All those kids starting to get to ya? Never.
In fact, there's a Boy Scout dreaming of gingerbread in the back seat of my Wraith as we speak.
Well, that explains the bloom in your cheek but not the drink.
Jolene July has passed.
Wow.
I always liked her.
Had a nice ass.
Like she was smuggling a pair of French hens in that car-hop uniform.
Who told you? I sensed it.
How'd she go? Trying to kill me.
And if I'm honest, she got closer than I'd prefer.
The Dark Tunnels cripple put a scare into old Charlie Manx? With help.
I knew it the moment I saw you.
There's a new girl.
This one's special.
I can feel it.
[Vic grunting.]
[Door opens.]
[Footsteps approach.]
Mmm.
Shh.
Help! Only girls who are nice and sweet get to have a tasty treat.
Mm-hmm.
What do you want? You've been a naughty girl.
People are gonna notice I'm missing, Bing.
They'll call the cops.
You'll go to jail.
No, I won't.
I heard your mom yelling.
She thinks you ran away.
Everyone knows your dad left you.
You're all alone.
I I was your friend.
Friends to the end.
Yeah.
[Chuckles.]
But you wrecked that.
We can be again.
You just have to be nice.
Bing.
Bing, please, don't.
Wait, wait.
Bing, let's just talk about this for a second please.
You do not have to do [Gasps.]
Oh, God.
[Gas hissing.]
[Whimpers.]
[Gasps.]
Okay.
Okay.
Say Say, "I love you, Bing Partridge.
" I Love you more than anything, [Echoing.]
Bing Partridge.
[Dance music playing.]
[Laughter.]
Go! [Door creaks.]
[Door creaks.]
[Whimpering.]
[Door opens.]
Do you know why tonight's the best night? 'Cause you're my second chance.
You got me onto the naughty list.
But I figured out what to do all by myself.
Mr.
Manx will be so happy I got rid of you.
He'll put me on the nice list forever.
Mm.
Mm.
Hmm? Mm.
What makes you think Mr.
Manx wants to get rid of me? [Chuckles.]
You cause all kinds of problems.
He told me I'd be welcome in Christmasland.
Liar, pants on fire.
No, when we met at the bus station, he said I belonged there with him.
You're naughty.
I-I saw it for myself.
Well, I I'm I'm just I'm just telling you what Manx told me.
I mean, you don't have to believe me, but if if I'm right He He really said that stuff? Oh, Bing, I think you really screwed up.
You do? Yeah, if if Charlie Manx finds out you kidnapped me, I d I don't know.
Sounds like you'll be on the naughty list forever.
But then I won't be able to get into Christmasland! Just let me go.
It'll be our secret.
[Breathing heavily.]
No, Bing, wait! [Groans.]
[Door closes.]
[Grunts.]
[Footsteps approach.]
[Door opens, creaks.]
I can't let you go, Vic.
You'll tell Mr.
Manx what I did, and I won't be able to get into Christmasland.
Christmasland sounds boring.
I don't understand why you want to go there so bad.
Oh, man.
I'd give everything for Christmas every day.
Some of my best feelings came at Christmas.
I used to think my best feelings happened with my family at Lake Winnipesaukee.
One Christmas, my dad gave me his gas mask.
And my mom made sugar cookies.
She said, uh "I love you more than anything, Bing Partridge.
" It was the best feeling.
My very best feeling was when I got into art school.
You got in? - Yeah.
- [Chuckles.]
That's good, Vic.
That's real good.
I'm real glad you had that feeling.
My very best feeling came when I killed my parents.
Put a nail in both their heads.
Pop.
Pop.
"Bing.
Bing the ding-a-ling! Instead of a son, I got a thing.
" Ugh! [Shudders.]
[Chuckles.]
He can't say that any more.
I'm sorry that happened, Bing.
I'm sorry he said those things.
Every time he did, my mom went into the kitchen to make cookies.
She didn't protect you.
My mom she was a scaredy cat.
Charlie Manx he knows about your mom and dad, doesn't he? Yeah.
Yeah, he told you to hurt Sharon like you hurt them or you wouldn't get into Christmasland? No.
I did Sharon all by myself.
Her skin was soft like my mom's.
She smelled different, like, um Like coconut shampoo and, uh menthol cigarettes.
But she tasted just as sweet.
[Sniffs.]
[Sighs.]
[Sobbing.]
You smell like the grass after the rain.
I'll bet you taste just as sweet.
[Grunts.]
[Groans.]
No! [Groans.]
[Gas hissing.]
[Coughing.]
Her name is Vic McQueen.
She travels along the Shorter Way Bridge.
I saw it open up on the Map, not too far from my neck of the woods.
She's strong, Abe.
Almost all the troubles I've ever known started with one woman or another, and the happiest times in my life have been free of the feminine influence.
Most men spend their lives being passed from one woman to another, as I was from my whore mother to my nag wife.
Your problem, your weakness, is that you can't stop thinking about them.
My children need a mother.
And I'll admit Vic McQueen has stoked a fire I've long struggled to keep dormant.
Exactly.
I don't care how special she is, you need to kill her.
She's not like the others.
She's pure.
Jesus.
Last time you gave the Virgin Mary spiel, you proposed to Jolene.
When this one rejects you, you gonna leave her to rot in a mental ward? I never showed Jolene my Inscape.
If she had beheld the glory of Christmasland, things could've been different.
You kill this woman or drive her mad like the last one.
No piece of ass is worth risking your Inscape for.
Vic McQueen is worth the risk.
And if your glorious jingle bells don't convince her? Then the dinner bell will ring instead.
[Scrabble Tiles rattle.]
Where Where's the Brat's bike? [Chuckles.]
[Pills rattle.]
That lunatic belongs in jail.
Well, we can't go to the cops or I'll end up in the psych ward again.
Then I take care of him myself.
- He'll kill you.
- Then I go down swingin'.
Craig, I am friggin' traumatized here.
I do not need to be worrying about you on top of everything else.
Can you promise me that you will not go after him? Fine.
Fine.
[Cellphone ringing.]
I gotta take this.
Hey.
Brat, super great news.
The Bag came back on its own.
I don't understand.
Me neither, really, but it found me.
Told me you have your bike.
No, my mother sold it.
Mm.
Here's a true story The Bag can be cryptic, but it never lies.
Mothers, on the other hand You know, they say they're trying to help, but Maggie, are you okay? You sound weird.
Never been better.
Do me a favor, okay? Keep hunting Charlie Manx.
[Sniffles.]
You're the only one that can stop him.
No, I'm not.
We're a team.
You and Joe are the only ones who ever really got me, anyway.
Stay gold, Ponyboy.
Bye, Brat.
Maggie? Maggie?! [Ringing.]
Hey, it's Maggie.
Leave a message.
Hey, you okay out here? I need you to take me home now.
Okay.
- Where's my bike? - Where the hell have you been? I need my bike, Ma.
Where is it? - I told you I sold it.
- You're lying.
Vicki, I don't want to fight, okay? - But the drinking, the drugs - Ma, I don't have time for this.
I may be stupid, but I have common sense.
Common sense isn't why you stayed with Dad.
You're right.
I had you to think about.
No.
No, you were afraid of being alone.
That is what all of this was the party, college all of it.
With me and Dad both gone, the only person you will have to blame for your life is you.
[Sniffles.]
You're not stupid, Ma.
You're a coward.
It's not fair.
It's not fair.
What'll I do when you leave? What'll I do when you leave? Tell me what you've done with my bike, Ma.
[Electricity crackling.]
[Engine revs.]
MAGGIE: You know, you and Joe are the only ones who ever really got me, anyway.
Vic, I'm done.
That feeling is gone.
Bye, Brat.
[Engine revs.]
Maggie! Maggie! Maggie, Maggie.
Wake up.
You have to wake up.
Come on.
Hey.
[Coughs.]
That's it.
Come on.
Come on, come on.
- [Coughs.]
- That's it, that's it.
There we go.
Okay, come on, come on.
Here you go.
Come on, come on.
- [Coughs.]
- There you go.
- [Coughs.]
- That's okay.
That's okay.
You're okay.
You're okay.
Come on.
You're okay.
I got you.
- I guess you found your bike.
- [Laughs.]