02x06 - The Hourglass

[bunniefuu]

You will never
have him back.

Mom!

Aah!

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?

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 .

Code Blue, room .

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
Ohh!

Aah!
Why did you do that?

Look at me.
Why did you do that?

Why?
Tell me why you did that.

Help me.

Help me.

Why did you do that?

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 k*ll
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.

I I can't.
If you don't sit down
right now,

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 sh**t and k*ll 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 k*ll 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 sh*t, 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?

Ugh!

Who are you?

I said who are you?

You came here
with a purpose.

You came here for me.

You tried to k*ll
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 sh*t himself
in the head.

Agent Ash was sh*t

with a g*n 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 Kn*fe.

I broke it.

So he's not gonna
bother anybody again.

Um...

Daltry took
my g*n 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 b*rned 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 k*lled 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?