Oh, my God.
-泰森 -系好安全带 艾娃·夏普
- Tyson! - Buckle up, Ava Sharpe.
It's going to be a bumpy ride.
Happy Thanksgiving, Mr. Green.
Thanks for bringing me food on a holiday.
It's literally my job.
Why are you working on Thanksgiving?
What's the Time Bureau do anyway?
It's like Groundhog Day. Uh, we regulate time zones.
So you got any plans for the big meal?
Heck yeah, I do.
My family's in LA, so it's just me, instant ramen,
and Bestflix binging.
Oh, well, uh, if you want you could,
uh, have Thanksgiving with me.
That's really sweet, Mr. Green.
But I don't want to eat all of your food.
Oh, I happened to have ordered enough for two.
You're vegetarian, right?
Nora Darhk, what the blooming hell are you doing here, eh?
I owed this guy a favor.
She shouldn't be here, mate. I thought I warned you.
Can you help him?
Gideon is showing strange marine activity in this area.
Fish disappearing en masse, seismic tremors--
Do you need all that just to end up back where the film was shot?
Just being thorough.
Hmm, using fancy toys instead of your noggins, more like.
You know, I think I liked you better when you were in a cage.
All right. Enough.
All we got to do is draw this thing out,
we shrink it down, and we're good to go.
And how do you expect us to do that?
We'll just summon it with a friendly call?
怪物 现真身吧 我保证这不是陷阱
"Oy, monster, come up here. Promise it's not a trap."
Or feed it like that guy.
Isn't that our friend the film director?
Feeding the whales, Mr. Honda?
You. What are you doing here?
You first. Start talking.
What the hell is that?
I think we found our Fugitive,
but it's not a monster.
This is something much, much worse.
This, chaps, is no ordinary diary.
It's an agent of Brigid.
The Celtic goddess of art, creation, and healing.
This book has the power to make the imagination...
You are not film producers, are you?
No, we are not.
But we saw what was on that film, Ishiro,
and we're here to stop it.
Tell us how you found the journal.
I was out scouting for my film.
And I found this book.
You didn't find the book; it found you.
It's drawn to creative types.
Once I opened it,
I was flooded with inspiration.
An image that has honed in my nightmares.
Suddenly came to life on those pages.
And then to my horror...
in real life.
I told you this book is evil.
Whoa, hold on a tic.
Brigid created this book as a gift to you humans.
To bring your dreams to life.
You turned it into a weapon.
I did create something horrible.
- What is this thing? - I call it Tagumo.
A giant land octopus.
Capable of destroying entire cities.
When I realized Tagumo had come to life,
I tried to destroy the journal.
But it always comes back.
Of course it does. The power links you in this book.
It won't be released until the story of your creation
is played out in full.
How did you end it?
You pushed the octopus in a volcano?
Tokyo is destroyed.
You break it, you bought it, Rich,
Well, this is a disaster.
Hey, no one's killed each other yet.
Dad, have you seen the boys?
Oh, last I saw them, they were down in the basement.
Playing with Nate's old air rifle.
Guess they know how to load it.
Okay, if we can't stop Tagumo,
then draw a new ending.
Preferably one where no one dies.
It's not working.
Like I said,
Brigid created that book
to help artists express themselves.
You can't expect him to write a happy ending
if he ain't had a happy life.
Ain't that right, Ishiro?
Every night, before this journal came to me,
I'd close my eyes
and be back in the ruins of Hiroshima.
Choking on ash, wondering where all the people went.
Not realizing they were all around me
in my hair,
on my clothes,
in my lungs.
They turned to dust.
Drawing Tagumo helped me turn the nightmares
into something I could understand.
But now I am the monster.
Ishiro, you went through something truly unimaginable.
We all deal with our pain in different ways,
and you chose art.
And that's beautiful.