The Bondsman

.

Sweet merciful Lord.

Hub!

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.

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.