Sweet merciful Lord.
Hub!
Oh, please be okay.
Oh, God.
Oh...
Calling all units. Repeat,
calling all units. We have a Code 48.
Repeat, Code 48.
All available units, please respond.
Coroner is on site, GBI enroute.
Please don't let it be Hub.
Roger that, Dispatch.
Units enroute to Landry Bait and Tackle.
ETA five minutes.
Go home, folks. This is an active crime scene.
There's nothing to see here. Come on, let's go.
Excuse me. I'm sorry. Excuse me.
Everyone out. Let's go.
Oh...
Thought you retired from the fieldwork, "Momma Bear."
I just dropped a summons in Jasper
and saw all this ruckus on the way back. What happened?
- No idea. - Mm.
GBI'll be here any minute.
Stick around, if you like.
She wasn't a client of yours, was she?
What? No.
I'm overstepping,
I know. I'll-- I'll get out of your hair.
Uh, why's Hub sending you out to Jasper at this hour?
Didn't think the courthouse would be open yet.
Well, I just like to keep busy.
They have a mail drop.
Anyway, I think he and Maryanne
might have something doing.
Oh, they're back together?
That was fast.
Hope springs eternal.
Mm-hmm.
You always do mail drops in your vest, Kitty?
You know me.
I get it.
Glory days, right?
You know, we should do lunch sometime,
you, Hub and me.
It'll be my treat.
We can laugh about the Lindelof skip.
You remember that one?
I sure do.
That sounds great.
Sheriff, you need to see this.
Uh, gotta run.
But... you be good, hear?
You, too.
You've reached Halloran Bond.
Leave us a message.
Okay, asshole, pick up.
I read the fucking file...
...and you were right, okay?
It is a big fucking deal. Like...
"Nothing else matters, everyone we love is going to die,
end of the world" type of deal.
So call me back the second you get this.
I've lived in some dumps, but...
a hose for a shower?
And are you shitting me with that Murphy bed?
What the fuck? Let me go!
Hey, I would have taken you to my place, but, uh,
I got neighbors.
You know, I was trying to figure out how you got
an angel like Maryanne to set foot in this shithole.
Got to confess, I peeked.
Grower not shower,
myself. Congrats.
Jesus, Lucky, listen to me.
You have no clue what you're messing with here.
But how you toy with M
just enough to keep her from a better life without you,
not giving a shit how unhappy you make her,
just so long as she doesn't leave you behind?
Now, that is some possessive,
evil shit.
Demons. Actual demons from Hell.
I'm sad for her.
Cade, too, because, uh,
despite your abuse,
he might have a-a real shot at being okay.
Wait, wait, wait. Wait.
Listen. Are you listening to me?
Demons, yeah.
Yeah, I'm looking at one.
We're gonna do a little video for Maryanne.
You think...
you think busting my fingers is gonna win her back?
Of course not.
She will never be with me again.
Then why the fuck--
Because I want to keep her safe!
From you!
She's in Nashville with Cade.
They're safe.
As long as they still love you,
they'll never be safe.
Now, unless you want Cade
in therapy, shut the fuck up while I do the opening.
Watch this alone, Maryanne. You don't want
Cade to see this.
Last chance to stop it.
You alone now?
Okay.
You're a fucking psycho.
Maryanne...
...you took a chance on me, and I know I blew it,
so this isn't me trying to win you back.
I know we're done, and it breaks my heart,
because looking after you and Cade
was saving my soul,
so I can't just walk away without you
knowing the truth.
Yeah, I tried to kill Hub.
But he tried to kill me first.
You're so full of shit.
Neither of us are good enough for you, Maryanne.
Uh, I know you won't believe it coming from me.
You need to hear the truth from Hub.
I know what you did that night.
So why don't you tell her what happened?
To Cheryl.
Get fucked.
Your choice, not mine.
♪ Woman started in on me...
Hub Halloran.
Hey, Tiny.
Lucky in his office?
Not to be disturbed. The Red Sox are playing.
- Oh, Christ. - I know,
but he signs my checks.
- What inning? - Mm...
by now, I don't know, bottom of the eighth?
Tell him I'm waiting at the bar.
Come on now, Cheryl.
Show me that you love me.
You're family, Hub,
- but Lucky marks the bottles now. - Oh.
So not just a Yankee asshole,
a cheap Yankee asshole.
Aren't those the same thing?
I wouldn't kick him out of bed, though.
Oh, well then, you just go right on ahead
and steal him away from Maryanne.
Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you?
Yeah, it'd be helping me out.
I'd even put in a good word for you.
You know we all hated him when he first got here, right?
Sensible.
Yeah, but he's growing on us.
I mean, if Maryanne's giving him a chance,
maybe we should?
Well, M has always had
terrible taste in men.
Huh.
Hey, Hub.
Really appreciate you coming down.
How'd your game turn out?
- They're still playing. - Oh.
And you're sitting here talking to me?
I'm honored.
Well, the Sox are my religion,
but, uh, Maryanne and Cade are more important.
Couldn't agree more.
Uh, can I talk straight with you?
Only way I'll listen.
So, uh, we got off on the wrong foot
and, uh, I want to fix that,
if you're willing. For, uh,
for M and for Cade.
So, you're calling her "M" now, huh?
Let me tell you something, Lucky, if you really loved them,
you'd get in that shiny Cadillac of yours
and just drive the hell out of their lives.
I know you showed her my rap sheet,
and, uh, you've been calling around Boston, shaking trees,
looking for a way to get me jammed up.
But I'm... I'm out of that life now.
I left my crew on good terms.
I'm square with the law.
No, well, that's heartwarming to hear that you beat those murder raps
before you shacked up with my wife.
Ex-wife.
Who knows about my past
because I have never lied to her,
and I never will. It's our rule.
Oh, you got rules, huh? Are there rules about
banging your AA sponsor?
She doesn't judge the man I was, she sees the man I can be.
She is making me a better person, Hub.
Believe me when I tell you this,
nobody would've thought that was possible, least of all me.
But... I'm sober for the first time since I was 12.
I've found Christ.
I'm just trying to make amends here.
You've known Maryanne for, what, nine months?
Nine months, 11 days, about six hours. But who's counting?
She's no angel.
She is to me.
Well, she's spoken for.
Yeah.
By me.
Because I can give her and your son
the life you will never be able to.
M and I are just in a rough patch.
Now some smooth-talking city prick swoops in acting like he needs saving?
That's M's thing. She's got too big a heart,
but, let me tell you something, Lucky,
people don't change,
and eventually, she is gonna see
that you are still the same piece of shit that you always were.
One. Two.
- Three. - Oh, there you go.
- Yeah, count down your temper while I tell you how this is gonna go. - Five. Six.
- I will do anything to keep them safe. - Seven. Eight.
- So, you back the fuck off. - Nine.
- Or I swear to God... - Ten.
...I will kill you.
F...
Ah...
M warned me you were stubborn.
But, Lord, threatening to off me?
You don't got the balls.
Wouldn't be me. It'd be your crew.
Ha! In what fantasy?
The one where I plant evidence that you are a rat.
Don't you fucking--
Ah...
- Get up. - Hey. Ah-ah.
Get up. Come on.
You...
Hey. Take your fucking hands off me.
I was trying, Lord.
You saw me, right?
There's a line where I can't turn the other cheek,
or my back, and you just crossed it.
- Tiny, let me go. - No, no, no.
- What the fuck, man? - Stop.
Take your hands off of me. Goddamn it, let me go.
Lucky's gonna kill you.
You should run.
♪ About how much I miss you...
♪ But each time you have been...
Jesus.
If I owe you money, wrong number.
If we like each other, leave a message.
♪ So understanding and so kind...
♪ In every possible way...
Oh, no, no, no.
No.
- ♪ And, oh, my dreams... - Oh. Oh.
- Hub? - It's all right.
- Wha... - Um, um... Um...
Oh, Jesus. Help.
Oh, no. No.
It's okay. I'm gonna get you some help.
- You'll be all right. - Okay. Yeah, help me, please, please.
Don't let me die.
- No. - Don't let me die.
- Please. - I'm-I'm gonna get you some help.
I am. You're gonna be okay. You'll be okay.
I'm gonna get you some help.
Mama.
Hang on. No. Hang on. Hang on. Wait.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey. Wait.
Oh.
No, please.
Please.
Hello?
Set Maryanne free. Tell her.
She knows everything.
Then let me hear you say it.
What happened at the club that night?
That was great, guys. I'm gonna take five.
Well, that was fun.
A-Are you... okay, Mom?
I-I'm totally messing up your and Dad's song, aren't I?
Oh, no, no, no. I'm just distracted.
You're doing amazing.
And I really wouldn't call it his song anymore.
I mean, he would've never agreed to all this.
Yeah.
- You're just being nice. - No, I mean it.
You're doing great.
Listen, my first session here, my nerves were so shot,
- I spent half the time puking. - Come on.
- You? - Yeah. Spent more time in the bathroom than I did in here.
Full-on cookie tossing.
Go grab a Coke. It'll help.
- Yeah, you want one? - No, I'm good.
All right.
If this is about Lucky, he can bail himself out.
Actually, Lucky posted last night, and, uh,
thought I should let you know, as a courtesy.
Oh. Okay. Thank you, Sheriff.
Hub's not with you, is he?
We, uh, wanted to let him know, too.
Oh, yeah. No, he's not. Cade and I are up in Nashville.
Ah.
He's getting into the biz?
Despite my best efforts.
Well, folks will be excited around here.
But listen, since I have you,
did you happen to go shopping down at Stewart Hardware yesterday?
Uh, y-yeah. I-I ran by to get a new fuse.
Was Hub with you?
No, I-I don't recall seeing him there.
Oh, okay.
Well, you know, I must be... confused.
But-but listen, let me let you get back to the magic.
And tell Cade I said break a leg.
Will do.
She's in on it.
Tell the D.A. we need another wiretap.
Yes, ma'am, right away.
Go ahead and kill me.
You already did it once.
Show Maryanne and Cade what your love looks like.
You're fucking crazy.
Mama's back.
If you so much as--
I'm not the bad guy here.
So don't make me be.
Shh.
Kitty, is that you?
Shop's closed, Mister.
Hey, we're closed. Come back tom--
What the hell are you doin'?
What the fuck?
Oh, what the fuck?
What the fucking...
What the fuck? Oh, fuck, oh, fuck...
Oh, Jesus, Lord, please help me.
Fuck! Fuck.
Our Father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be Thy name.
...on Earth as it is in Heaven.
Give us this day...
- Hub? - Hey, Mama.
Oh, thank God. I thought the demons got you.
No, I'm all right.
I checked the hospital, I-I checked the morgue.
I've been half out of my mind all day.
Long story.
How fast can you get home?
Ow! Shit.
Well, if you won't let me take you to the hospital...
They're gonna take one look at me, and call the cops.
Can't hunt demons if I'm detained.
Well, then, hold still.
- Mama? - Mm-hmm.
I think I might know why I went to Hell.
Okay. I'm ready.
- Oh, no. - Oh, shit.
You kids shouldn't be here.
Hub, are you in there?
Hey, what happened to Nashville?
We need to talk to you.
Well, it's not a great time here.
Mom pulled me out
of our recording session to tell me about demons?
No such thing.
Now beat it, both of you.
No more secrets. There's no point.
Sheriff Ruby called, and I think she knows something.
All the more reason to stay far away from me.
I thought we had a deal here, M.
Dad. Please.
Look, I... I don't care
if you're running off to Alaska,
or-or going to jail forever,
or totally brainwashing Mom into some weird cult,
but I'm sick of being treated like I'm ten.
So just cut the bullshit and tell me the truth.
Fine.
But you're asking for it.
But you won't believe it unless I show you.
Come on.
Drive away while you still can.
Don't look back.
So, the pool.
We were tracking a demon?
Until it's safe around here again, I want you gone.
If it were me fighting off demons,
would you bail on me?
In a heartbeat.
You wouldn't, and I'm not gonna bail on you, either.
- M... - Stubborn kid.
Wonder where he gets it.
We could use the help.
Y'all are crazy-making.
The mop's still in there?
- Mm. - Gonna need the hose from out back.
Give me a hand, Cade.
Oh, hey...
don't call the cops on me next time.
I can help fight demons a lot better if I get my learner's permit.
All right, then.
It's your funeral.