The Bondsman

.

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.

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?

That's fair.

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.

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?

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.