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And y'all know what makes this so effed up

is the fact that Kayla and I have
known each other since we were five.

I mean... Getting bullied
by a rando is one thing,

but by your BFF since kindergarten?

And she knows, okay?

She knows about my food issues because...

she came to the ICU when I nearly died.

So she knows what her digs

about me gaining weight could trigger.

Really, Kayla?

Over a boy?

Do you want me to get sick again?
Do you want me to die?

I'm a human being, okay?
Just, please, stop.

Damn, bitch.
You are such a good liar.

Pretty good, right?

I know you were lying,
but you even had me believing it.

Check out the comments.
Kayla's life is so over.

Oh, wow, you're right.

You know, when Greg dumps her
and comes crawling back to me,

she may even just unalive herself.

Dean?

You better not be in my shower, you loser.

Dean? Mom?

I thought y'all left already.

Mom!

Ah!

Well, I guess there's no need
to quit smoking now, right?

Hub.

Okay.

Congratulations on
completing your first work order.

Your next job will be processed shortly.

Let's chase the rainbow together.

Demons. Actual demons.

And my son, a corporate demon hunter.

I didn't exactly picture myself
as a clock-puncher,

but I guess that's the Devil for you.

What I don't get is the other guy.

I mean, Pastor Ron, sure.

But what do you make of his victim?

The guy hanging from the ceiling
that he crucified?

I don't know, Mom.

Maybe Ron did that
because he was a demon?

You're mad at me 'cause I lit you up.

About your pride.

Nah, I get it.

I'll do better.

Just, there's a lot of
cardinal sins, is all.

Don't joke. Maybe this is your way out,

the big loophole you're looking for.

Mm-hmm. How's that?

Maybe part of it's
not just about killing demons

but, I don't know,

you becoming less of a shitheel.

Okay.

Do me a favor, Mom.

Keep an eye on the fax, would you?

Hub, the next one could come any minute.

- Where the heck are you going?
- Out.

I won't take long.

Son, you can't exactly
make your own hours here anymore.

Maybe.

And maybe I'm holding more cards here
than we thought.

If they had somebody that could do the job

better than me,
I wouldn't be here, would I?

Hub...

Call me if a fax comes in.

I got a score I need to settle.

I got it.

Hey, everything okay?

Thought I could take the kid to school.

Oh. Um...

Yeah, I thought when I signed the thing

that we were switching days,

since you're gonna have him
for the whole Nashville trip.

Okay.

What?

Well, it's just you never took him
before, even once, so...

Is something wrong with me
wanting to spend time with my son?

We're just not sure if you know
which school or what grade or...

You know what? Sure.

That'll help us out a lot.

We have a ton to do to get ready.

Great.

Come on, kid.

Get your stuff, let's go.

Are you sure?

- He knows about the traffic circle?
- Hon.

They can be sticky about that, is all.

You two have fun.

Yeah, okay.

Is this asshole moving or what?

Just go around him.

You should tell Lucky
to get his gutters checked.

Right, it's a total dump.

Where do you think you're going?

What?

You're driving.

Really?

You can drive the Kubota,
you can drive this beast.

Come on, let's go. Let's see what you got.

♪ Help me escape from this...

How's the band?

Oh, we, uh, broke up.

Aw, shit.

I'm sorry to hear that.

You still playing, right?

Not much.

Well, don't give it up.

Like you did?

♪ I tell you what I need...

That's fair.

♪ Oh, black creek...

You got your learner's, right?

Uh, no.

Lucky says
they don't do it in Mass 'til 16,

so it's safer if I wait.

Uh-huh.

♪ Oh, black creek,
take me to that place...

Should I... pull over?

What? No.

No, no, no.

Just...

watch the brake.

This baby's gonna be yours one day.

You got to sit in the saddle sometime.

For real?

Yeah.

Looks good on you, too.

My boy's growing up.

How fucking cool is that?

♪ Fruitful harvest in a wicked garden
off a forbidden tree...

Look, kid, uh,

I'm not saying that I'm the perfect guy

or-or even that I haven't made

my share of mistakes,
and this isn't even about all that.

But-but you're older now,

and there are some things that

I think you deserve to know.

Lucky is not who you think he is.

Manslaughter, B&E,

racketeering. None of it stuck, but...

Whoa, watch it. Watch it.

Whoa!

Dad.

He was in the mob.

He's taking your mom for a ride.

And I tried showing her all this,

but-but she didn't
want to listen because...

I-I don't know, so now I'm-I'm...

I'm coming to you.

- Dad...
- Look, look, listen to me.

People don't just change
after things like this.

You can't just sweep it under the rug
with a couple of breathing exercises.

I know about all that.

Well, not all of it, okay?

Not the details

or the racketeering or whatever,

but, yeah.

Mom likes to fix broken guys.

And this guy,

I-I don't know, he seems okay.

He makes her happy.

Look, they've been dating for nine months,

and he already bought us a house.

So...

if this whole driving thing

and the "How's the band?" bullshit

was all just to get me
to blow up Mom and Lucky,

then... then you drive,

- because I'm not doing it.
- Okay.

Wait. Wait, wait. Hang on.

Listen, you got to trust me.

Please.

These things,

sins like this...

have a way of coming back.

You can't just walk away
and live your life

happily ever after, and I know
that you think you're pretty tough,

but I don't want you
or your mom to have to prove it

if someone from Lucky's past
comes knocking at your door.

You gonna get that?

Hey, Mama. What's up?

Okay. Shit. I'm on it.

Take a left up here, and step on it.

We're skipping school.

What? Why?

'Cause I'm your father and I said so.

Slow down. I think it's up here.

Hey, uh, Mama, uh,
so what am I looking for?

- Hey, it's the next block.
- Shh.

Uh, no, no, that was,
that was just the radio. Hit me.

It's called a Marphos.

"Typically thought to have originated
in Egypt,

examples throughout Nordic

seafaring cultures and aquatic entities

of overwhelming power."

Did it say anything useful
that could help me out?

To keep it away from water.

Okey dokey.

It looks bad, Hub.

Just know that I love you.

Well, thanks for the pep talk.

I'm here. I gotta go.

- Should I call Lucky to pick me up?
- What?

No. I need you.

Whatever.

I'll just work on my Spanish homework.

No Spanish homework.

You're my lookout.

You remember the drill, right?

Yeah, of course.

So does the judge who gave Mom custody.

God, she's gonna shit if she finds out.

Well, then, don't tell her.

Don't forget the signal.

And no studying.

Some kids would kill for a dad
that said that.

We good?

Yeah, we're good.

Hey, two short, one long, right?

Anybody home? Hello?

Oh, fuck me.

Where's Hub? You get a shot of him?

Yeah, after the burning bodies
and the pagan symbols and shit.

But get this, man,
he was with someone,

this old woman,
and the whole thing was creepy as hell.

But it got me thinking.

What if...

she was a witch?

Or they're both witches?

Hell, Lucky, what if we got
a whole witch thing going on here?

- Her?
- Yeah.

That's his mother, you dumbass.

Oh...

She could still be a witch, though.

What? Bad shit happens to people

- who cross witches, man;
what if they come for us next?
- Easy.

No. No, no. Do you think that's what
that Sizzler coupon was all about?

I mean, with the burning and everything?

Jesus Christ, it was for two, wasn't it?

They're not fucking witches!

Shut the fuck up, you dumb...

You know what?

This has been wicked helpful,

and I respect your opinion
and your unique worldview, but...

okay if I take things from here?

Yeah, sure, sounds good, man. All you.

So you just, like, think
they're normal serial killers or what?

Okay, sorry.

A 16-year-old girl?

Yeah.
She left her car and her phone behind.

And the back door was locked,
so I'm-I'm guessing

she's on foot.

You could call for K-9.

And tell 'em what?

Well, not the demon part.

- Or what you'll do when you find her.
- Could we please

not call it "her"?

Let's just say "it" from here on out,
'cause I don't feel right

about picking a fight with a "her."

Water demons seek water,

but we've got hundreds of ponds
and streams around here.

Without dogs, how you gonna find it?

That's a good question.
I'll call you back.

Did you just call Deirdre Donovan an "it"?

- Who?
- Deirdre Donovan.

Well, this is her house, that's her car.

You just called her an "it."

- You are so getting cancelled for this.
- Wait.

That Deirdre Donovan?

The one with the cheerbots
and the boyfriend who...

Who had the whole wrestling team
toss me in the dumpster, yeah.

Well, now...

Well, is she in trouble, or...

Nope. Different case.

- So who's the skip?
- Doesn't matter.

They're all the same.

Hey, look, uh...

I'm sorry, about... before.

All that-that stuff with the rap sheet.

And I know how messed up
that might seem to you,

but I hope that you know that I...

that...

I'm just trying to keep you safe.

Yeah, I know, Dad. It's cool.

Okay. Shit.

There's something I got to tell you.

And this is definitely gonna sound crazy,

but, you know, truth is,

I've had a great time with you today,

and I want us to be honest.

We have to be, always.

Even if it's hard and it sucks and the
world isn't the way you want it to be...

I'm singing with Mom in Nashville.
Playing guitar, too.

- What?
- For Randall Meeks.

- You know, we didn't want
to tell you because...
- We?

Me and Mom.

And Grams.

It doesn't have to be a big deal.

Of course it's a big deal. We agreed

that you weren't gonna get into
any of that until you were 18,

at the earliest.

Yeah, but I'm-I'm ready.

- You're not.
- Dad.

Forget it. This is exactly why
we didn't want to tell you.

Stop the truck.

Okay, I'm-I'm sorry.

- I-I don't want you to think that we...
- Stop the truck.

Hand me that map from under my seat.

Come on, come on.

What's going on?

- Deirdre's house was here.
- Yeah.

And now, we're here.

We're going to the county pool.

Pull us around back.

Bail enforcement. Anybody here?

The fuck?

Lawrence!

Where you at?

Yo, people are calling. You okay?

- Hey, hey.
- Hey.

Hey, yeah. Sheriff Ruby's here.

What do you want to do?

- I don't know.
- What...

Is she here to help you, or, um...?

Okay, look, you drive to Gram's.

Ruby sees you here,
family court's gonna have my ass.

Yeah.

Yeah, copy that.

Over and out.

Shit.

911.
What is your emergency?

Uh, yeah, there's a kid in a blue Tahoe.

He's on Henderson headed towards town.

He's driving crazy.
I think he might be drunk.

And what's your name, sir?

Where are you calling from?

Unit 1,
be advised of a possible DUI in progress

on Henderson Road.

Suspect is southbound in a blue Tahoe.

Copy, dispatch. Unit 1 responding.

What do you want?

I'm just trying to protect my family.

Your family? That's rich.

I like you, Kitty.

Cade and Maryanne, they love you.

But your son is bad for both of them,
and you know it.

I know you killed my boy.

Is that right?

Seems like he's walking around fine to me.

Does it?

You're gonna burn in Hell.

Forever.

Oh, really?

How's that?

You'll see.

And when you do,

think on what you did to my son.

Or tried to do.

Stay away from my family, both of you,

or you'll force my hand.

Well, shit.

- Your father's an asshole.
- But it's true?

All that stuff about Lucky?

And Dad showed you all this?

And you're okay with it?

Then I'm okay with it, too.

I don't deserve you.

Get in the car, hon. I'll be right there.

You showed him Lucky's rap sheet?

People don't change, Maryanne.

No matter how many bullshit
recovery meetings they go to.

- Fuck you.
- Hon, let's give them a minute.

And if you aren't grown-up enough
to see that,

maybe Cade is,
or he better get there quick

if he's gonna play
your secret little Nashville pony show.

Christ, Hub.

- For Randall fucking Meeks.
- You know what?
Of course this is about you.

It's about our son.

- Bullshit.
- We agreed

that he wasn't gonna get
into any of that until he was ready.

- He's ready.
- He's 15.

Exactly! What are you so afraid of, Hub?

That he's gonna be, what?
Good at it? Better than you?

I'm afraid that he's a kid
who's gonna get ripped apart

by a world that
doesn't give a shit about him.

You're jealous.

You're jealous of your own son,
just like you were jealous of me when I...

Oh, give me a fucking break.

You think I don't want him to be

an engineer or an accountant
if there is any chance?

But he wants this. He came to me,

and he's good.

I know how good he is.
That's why I don't want to fuck him up.

I'm doing the best I can here, okay?

Get him a little exposure,

so he doesn't get his head
twisted around his ass the first time

- Oh, I wonder why that happened, huh?
- But now it's a whole thing

because we all had to do a little
tippy-toe dance around your big feelings.

Yeah, I wonder why I might've
got my head all twisted up

after you betrayed me
and broke my fucking heart.

I just hope to God

that you're not about to do
the same bullshit thing to our son.

How dare you?

And you lied to me about it.

All of you. This whole time.

Come on. We're leaving.

I asked Mom to keep it a secret from you.

I asked Grams, too.

Because you're impossible
to talk to about this stuff.

Just because you're bitter
about your own life,

doesn't mean you get to shit
all over mine.

♪ Ribbon of darkness over me ♪

♪ Since my true love walked out the door ♪

♪ Tears I never had before ♪

♪ Ribbon of darkness over me ♪

♪ Clouds a-gathering over my head ♪

♪ That kill the day and hide the sun ♪

♪ That shroud the night
when day is done...