01x03 - Marphos

[bunniefuu]

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.

[pipes groaning]

[cell phone rings]

[sniffles]

[girl] Damn, b*tch. You
are such a good liar.

[chuckles] 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.

[water running]

Dean?

You better not be in
my shower, you loser.

Dean? Mom?

I thought y'all left already.

[spooky music playing]

[pipes groaning]

[whimpers]

[screams]

Mom!

[eerie growling]

[yelps]

Ah!

[screaming]

[intense, dramatic
music playing]

[upbeat, easygoing
music playing]

[groans]

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

Hub.

[telephone ringing]

Okay.

[man] Congratulations on
completing your first work order.

Your next job will
be processed shortly.

- Let's chase the rainbow together.
- [sighs]

Demons. Actual demons.

And my son, a
corporate demon hunter.

[Hub groans]

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 k*lling 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.

[tires screech]

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.

[Hub] Great.

- Come on, kid.
- [knocks]

Get your stuff, let's go.

[Lucky] Are you sure?

- He knows about the traffic circle?
- Hon.

They can be sticky
about that, is all.

You two have fun.

Yeah, okay.

[engine starts]

Is this as*h*le 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.

[♪ Brent Cobb: "Black Creek" ]

♪ ♪

♪ Help me escape from this... ♪

How's the band?

Oh, we, uh, broke up.

Aw, sh*t.

I'm sorry to hear that.

You still playing, right?

[sighs] Not much.

Well, don't give it up.

[scoffs] Like you did?

♪ I tell you what I need... ♪

That's fair.

♪ Oh, black creek... ♪

[Hub] 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.
- [chuckles]

My boy's growing up.

How f*cking 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.

[song ends]

Lucky is not who
you think he is.

Manslaughter, B&E,

racketeering. None
of it stuck, but...

Whoa, watch it. Watch it.

- [horn blares]
- 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... [sighs]
- 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.

[cell phone ringtone playing]

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... [sighs]

...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.

[cell phone ringtone playing]

You gonna get that?

Hey, Mama. What's up?

Okay. sh*t. 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,

[i]examples throughout Nordic

seafaring cultures
and aquatic entities

[i]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.

[sighs]

- 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 sh*t
if she finds out.

Well, then, don't tell her.

Don't forget the signal.

And no studying.

Some kids would k*ll for
a dad that said that.

We good?

Yeah, we're good.

Hey, two short, one long, right?

[clicks tongue]

[knocks on door]

- Anybody home? Hello?
- [water running]

[ominous music playing]

[water splattering]

♪ ♪

[water running]

[Lucky] [i]Oh, f*ck me.

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

[Tater] Yeah, after the burning
bodies and the pagan symbols and sh*t.

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 sh*t 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 f*cking witches!

Shut the f*ck up, you dumb...

[ominous music playing]

[exhales sharply]

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.

[Lucky sighs]

[sighs]

So you just, like, think they're
normal serial K*llers or what?

Okay, sorry.

♪ ♪

A 16-year-old girl?

[Hub over phone] [i]Yeah. She left
her car and her phone behind.

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

she's on foot.

[Kitty] [i]You could call for K-9.

And tell 'em what?

[i]Well, not the demon part.

- Or what you'll do when you find her.
[i]- 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."

[i]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."

[laughs]

- 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.

[contemplative music playing]

Okay. sh*t.

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.

[somber music playing]

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.

[exciting music playing]

Hand me that map
from under my seat.

Come on, come on.

What's going on?

- Deirdre's house was here.
- Yeah.

[Hub] And now, we're here.

We're going to the county pool.

♪ ♪

[Hub] [i]Pull us around back.

♪ ♪

[water running]

[feet splash]

[splash]

Bail enforcement. Anybody here?

♪ ♪

The f*ck?

[growls]

[intense music playing]

[Hub grunting]

[screaming]

[both grunting]

♪ ♪

[Hub grunting]

[demonic scream]

[screeching]

♪ ♪

- [ominous music playing]
- [heart beating]

[muffled screaming]

[screeching]

[gasping]

[suspenseful music playing]

[car honks two short, one long]

[siren whoops]

[indistinct radio transmission]

Lawrence!

Where you at?

Yo, people are
calling. You okay?

[cell phone ringtone playing]

- Hey, hey.
- [Cade over phone] [i]Hey.

Hey, yeah. Sheriff Ruby's here.

What do you want to do?

- I don't know.
[i]- 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 a*s.

[i][sighs] Yeah.

Yeah, copy that.

[sighs] Over and out.

[sighs]

sh*t.

[line ringing]

[operator over phone] [i]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.

[operator] [i]And what's
your name, sir?

[i]Where are you calling from?

[phone lands in cradle]

[dispatcher over radio] [i]Unit 1, be
advised of a possible DUI in progress

[i]on Henderson Road.

[i]Suspect is southbound
in a blue Tahoe.

Copy, dispatch.
Unit 1 responding.

[tense music playing]

[siren wailing]

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 k*lled 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?

[Kitty] You'll see.

And when you do,

think on what you did to my son.

Or tried to do.

[tense music playing]

Stay away from my
family, both of you,

or you'll force my hand.

[car door opens]

[car door closes]

[car engine starts]

Well, sh*t.

[indistinct radio transmission]

[indistinct chatter]

- Your father's an as*h*le.
- 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.
- [phone buzzes]

- [car horn honks]
- [door opens]

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.

- f*ck you.
- Hon, let's give them a minute.

[Hub] 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.

[scoffs] Christ, Hub.

- For Randall f*cking Meeks.
- You know what? Of course this is about you.

It's about our son.

- [Maryanne] Bullshit.
- [Hub] We agreed

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

- He's ready.
- [Hub] 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 sh*t 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 f*cking break.

[Maryanne] 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 f*ck 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 a*s the first time

he meets somebody who wants to
make money off music like you did.

- Oh, I wonder why that happened, huh?
- [Maryanne] 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 f*cking heart.

[quietly] I just hope to God

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

[tense, plaintive music playing]

How dare you?

[Hub] And you lied
to me about it.

All of you. This whole time.

[Maryanne] 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 sh*t all over mine.

[car doors open]

[♪ Marty Robbins:
"Ribbon of Darkness"]

[car engine starts]

[car doors close]

♪ ♪

[i]♪ Ribbon of darkness over me ♪

[i]♪ Since my true love
walked out the door ♪

[i]♪ Tears I never had before ♪

[i]♪ Ribbon of darkness over me ♪

[i]♪ Clouds a-gathering
over my head ♪

[i]♪ That k*ll the day
and hide the sun ♪

[i]♪ That shroud the night
when day is done... ♪

[i][shovel hitting dirt]

[music skipping]

[ominous music playing]

[grunts]

[panting]

[grunts]

[panting]

[haunting music playing]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪