By the way, you should be proud.
You already made two of those wishes come true.
And I know she ain't wanna tell you what they were.
Bad luck. But fuck it.
Three wishes, before these three knots are tied.
A good husband.
How are you two doing?
A healthy child.
Hey.
Oh, my God.
But Emma's third wish, it's the only one that hasn't come true yet.
God, forgive me.
How did I lose her?
It's not a baby.
What happened?
Hey, I'm William. William Wheeler.
Yeah, I read about your wife giving birth on the A train.
I found you through all your social media accounts.
All those pictures you posted.
Early mornings in the park.
- You're a coder? - Yeah.
You know, a hundred people with a hundred computers,
they'll work day and night.
They won't quit.
Can you look? It's gone. It's not here.
Who's Kinder Garten? Why would this guy make this?
I just wanted to see the baby.
"Got him."
That's what the text said.
None of the women have ever found their children.
You should go to Brian's grave.
William Webster Wheeler. Owns a house in Forest Hills.
That area in Queens used to be called Little Norway.
There's a nude photo of your wife in an art gallery in Norway.
Well, my family's Norwegian.
You know, sailing's just kind of in our blood.
Once upon a time, a specific time,
July 5th, 1825, to be exact,
52 men and women sailed out of Norway
in an undersized sloop they named Restauration.
These immigrants sought religious freedom from persecution,
so they fled to America.
Not just an improbable crossing.
An impossible one.
How in the world did they make it?
They had help. That's how.
And when my friends saw my authentic identity,
they gave me my true name.
In fact, Apollo, you know it already.
How do I know?
Dinner plans tonight,
a meal inspired by baby Brian,
boiled vegetables.
You're Kinder Garten.
We. We are Kinder Garten.
10,000 men with one name.
You-- You killed your daughter.
I made a choice for my family.
I made the hardest choice there is.
No. No. What did you do?
I called in the cavalry.
Someone's coming.
Did you do what I asked?
Do I get my Gretta back? My Grace?
- Where is my family? - Someone's coming.
You were supposed to bring them to me.
Someone's coming!
I asked you for a simple favor, Apollo.
This is on your head, not mine.
Oh, boy! Oh, boy!
Once upon a time, a man and a lady wanted to have a baby.
You are in trouble now.
I curse you.
Fuck.
Cal, he's not who we think he is!
No. No. No.
No, no.
Where are you? Where are--
Where are you?
No, no, no. No.
Cal!
Gayl!
Gayl.
Do you mind if I read with you?
Gretta.
"The music is playing, the dancers move quick.
A child in their arms will never grow sick."
I killed her.
Gretta wouldn't be dead if I hadn't brought her back.
She was helping get the children out.
Cal.
Cal!
- Do we have everyone? - Everyone that survived.
- You okay? You good? - You're right. Go with her.
- I am not a bad man! - Motherfuck--
- No, I know it-- - Stop. We cannot risk it.
- Just let me explain myself! - We have to get off this island.
Oh, pretty please.
You guys all right?
- Yeah, let's go. Take her hand. - Okay.
Don't you want to play?
Then run, little piggy.
Run away.
Run!
Okay. Okay.
I want you to hold your breath.
It's all right. It's all right. It's all right.
Come on.
Okay. All right. Now, quietly go.
No way. No fucking way.
This is stupid, Cal. You want us to all go down there?
There's no way back.
Are you guys ready? All set?
Hey. Hey. I'll take her. Okay?
- I can't lose another one. - I know.
- I can't. - I know you can't, and you won't.
Okay? Just trust me.
Hurry, we don't have much time.
I'm coming!
- Where are you? - All right.
Then you're gonna wrap your legs around.
- All right? You ready for an adventure? - No.
There we go. All right, we're good. We're going down. Okay, you're ready?
Good, hold tight.
Shit.
All right. Make sure you're holding it tight, tight, tight. Okay.
Hold on to me. Good, good. There we go. Keep holding. Keep holding.
You're doing really good. Okay.
Come on. Keep going.
It's right here. You're almost there.
It's coming back.
- Mommy! No! - I got you. I got you.
Cal!
Go! Go!
- Okay. Down we go. - Keep moving down. Keep going!
Get to the bottom! Go!
Apollo!
Hey!
You! Move!
You guys have to catch her, okay?
Now, what I need you to do is trust me, okay?
Close your eyes and trust me.
You can fly. You're a superhero!
I got you.
Emma.
Wake up. Wake up.
It's time to wake up now.
It's okay.
Wake up. Wake up.
You can do it.
You're a superhero.
You don't see. But you will.
God.
Emma. Shit.
I told you we had a navy.
Hurry. We don't have much time.
He's gone back to finish off the buildings.
He thinks we're trapped by the water. Let's go.
I said let's go!
Hurry, get on board.
Okay. Let's go. You save me a seat in there, all right?
You need help? There you go.
Shit.
Thank you, Apollo.
You're a good man.
- Cal, we gotta go, now. - Apollo,
- you're not taking this trip. - What?
I'm gonna help you get on the creek boat. Just trust me.
Go now. Don't look back.
Thank you, Cal.
- Cal, why didn't you get on the boat? - We gotta keep 'em busy,
let the trawler get some distance.
But they're already on the water.
The big one can swim.
People call us witches.
Maybe what they really mean is we're women who did things that seemed impossible.
When you have to save the one you love, you become something else.
You will transform.
You know, the only real magic, Apollo,
is in the things you'll do for the ones you love.
You know, the last time I saw Emma,
she was paddling out across the river to find your son.
And I tell you, out on that water, that woman,
she glowed.
Mama's coming for you.
Let's get you out of here.
- Come on. Get in. - Do you know the myth of Callisto?
Yeah, it's-- Zeus turns
her and her son into constellations, Ursa Major, Ursa Minor.
It's about as happy an ending as those Greek stories ever get.
Callisto gets to spend eternity up there with her child.
She can always see him.
She always knows he's safe under her watchful gaze.
I'm tired, and I wanna see my little boy again.
- What? - And you,
Apollo, you must find your wife, so you'll finally believe.
Yeah. Okay. But how am I gonna find her?
"Brian is in the forest." That's what she said.
There's only one forest in all of New York City.
Apollo!
Could that be you?
Don't tell me the bitches left you behind.
There, there!
Again. Again.
Go, Apollo.
Cal, what are you gonna do?
Buy you more time.
How?
I'm gonna show them my claws.
Okay.
Cal, come on. Come on, Cal.
She's mine.
You're trapped, little piggy.
She's gonna kill you.
I won't give her the satisfaction.
"A baby is a dream made real.
But dreams are the fairies' favorite meal."
"There at the window, they watch while it sleeps."
"The child so beautiful, the fairies all weep."
"We want it. We need it. It's ours for the taking.
A tap at the latch and the window is shaking."
"Mother and father asleep in their bed.
Fit for the grave, they rest like the dead."
I am the god Apollo.
I'm the god Apollo.
"The young one is gone, but they'll never know...
in its place a thing without life,
hard and cold."
"Now for the fun. In the woods, there's a party.
In the dark, past the horses, the guests are dressed smartly.
The music is playing. The dancers move quick.
The child in their arms will never grow sick,
or old, or weak, or ever unloved.
Not as long as the stars shine up above.
The fairies will hold it close to their breast.
They won't give it back."
Shit.
"They love it the best."
I'm coming for you.
"They bathe it at dusk.
They hide it with guile.
At home in the forest...
forever lost in the wild."
We... We are Kinder Garten.
10,000 men with one name.
Tell me your journey, each of you.
Tell me your life's voyage,
and I will tell you who you are.