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♪ When I die and they lay me to rest ♪

♪ Gonna go to the place that's the best ♪

♪ When I lay me down to die ♪

♪ Goin' up to the spirit in the sky ♪

Bail enforcement.

Jeb Tucker, come out with your hands up.

Nowhere to run, Jeb.

Don't make me wrestle you out of this flea trap.

Fuck off!

Fine. Have it your way.

♪ Goin' up to the spirit in the sky ♪

♪ Spirit in the sky ♪

♪ That's where I'm gonna go when I die ♪

♪ When I die ♪

♪ When I die and they lay me to rest ♪

♪ I'm gonna go to the place that's the best ♪♪

What the fuck?!

Oh, goddamn it, they're stinging me!

Get the fuck off me!

The fuck?! Goddamn it!

Now, I warned you, Jeb.

Asshole, I ain't Jeb Tucker!

Billy Earle?

What the fuck are you doing here? Where's Jeb?

- Well, fuck. He ain't here, is he? - Bullshit.

I got a tip he was.

Yeah, dumb-ass.

I know.

Wait. Just wait.

Hel...!

Let me out!

You son of a bitch!

Motherfuckers.

Oh, shit.

Oh. What the fuck?

Because the Earles are hardcore.

If I back out now, they'll probably slit my throat, too.

Nah, bro, I had to grab a job.

My parents make me pay rent now.

Oh, shit. Shit. Oh, shit.

- Fucking shit. Oh, shit. - Stop.

- Aah! What do you want? - Don't move.

What do you want?

Give me those smokes.

You the one that cut me?

No. No, no, no, no, no.

But you work for the Earle brothers, right?

Yeah, they hired me to burn the place down. For the insurance.

And they stole my truck, too?

Yeah.

Oh. What the hell?

You were dead, bro.

I swear.

Get up. Get on your feet.

Come on. Now.

- Are you dead now? - Turn around. Let's go.

Wait, am I dead?

Are we, like, both dead, man?

Ah, shit. No, no, no. No.

Oh, God. Oh, Lord Jesus, hallowed be Thy name.

Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread. Oh, wait. No, no, no.

No, no, no. Shit. Listen, I promise you I won't...

- Tell the Earles I'm coming? - Mm-hmm.

I know.

Yeah.

♪ Well, I walked through water and I walked through mud ♪

♪ And doctor says it seems to be a sickness in the blood ♪

♪ You can leave the city ♪

♪ Just don't move up to the hills ♪

♪ The hunger might not kill you, but the boredom probably will, hey ♪

♪ Rain cloud, devil child, brought up in a cult ♪

♪ It's a different kind of plan, but it gets the same result ♪

♪ I don't know how ♪

♪ I don't know when ♪

♪ But it feels like something's reachin' up behind me again ♪ -

♪ Well, I walked through water and I walked through mud ♪

♪ And doctor says it seems to be a sickness in the blood...

What the fuck is happening?

♪ Just don't move up to the hills ♪

♪ The hunger might not kill you, but the boredom probably will, hey ♪

♪ Rain cloud, devil child, fevers and chills ♪

♪ They can find a cure for cancer, but the money's in the pills ♪

♪ I don't know how, I don't know when ♪

♪ But it feels like something's creepin' up behind me again ♪♪

That you, Hub?

I'll be over in a few!

Whose car is that? It about gave me a heart attack.

I'll be right over! Goddamn.

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Keep quiet, or I'll cut your dick off.

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Ah, fucking telemarketers.

Let's chase the rainbow together.

Mama, I need your help.

I need to find the Earle brothers right away.

What's he doing here?

Hub, manners.

You kicked my mama out of your church.

What do you want?

Ron and I were just discussing...

Your mother and I have been making amends

and discussing her returning

to the congregation... if...

If my son would just stop detaining skips during Sunday services.

I'll think about it.

Hub, that is rude. I am so sorry, Ron.

I'll let myself out.

Kitty, come see me anytime you like,

and...

I'll be praying for both of you.

- Thank you. - Bye, now.

What has got into you?

Mama, I need to find the Earle brothers tonight.

- They stole your truck. - Why on earth...?

I thought Billy Earle was still in jail.

Mm-mm. Posted last Monday.

Yeah, but his brothers don't have that kind of money.

- Who bailed him out? - Lucky Callahan.

Lucky Callahan?

Now don't get all bent out of shape about some Masshole

who don't know dipshit from apple butter.

Lucky will just go away as soon

as you and Maryanne work things out,

like you always do.

She just wants you to show up for yourself.

So, the Earles were just hired hands.

It was Lucky.

Now, what in the world would Lucky

want with my old truck?

Well, where you off to now?

I'm gonna go see that piece of shit, show up for myself.

Well, good. It's about time.

'Cause I will not have my grandson

becoming a Red Sox fan

under the tutelage of some carpetbagger.

Do you hear me?

Your luck just ran out, motherfucker.

You've reached Halloran Bonds.

Leave us a message.

Congratulations on joining the Pot O' Gold corporate family.

To schedule your orientation with a regional manager...

Oh, stop it.

It's not for you.

Unless it is.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the oldest and boldest

country music mecca this side of the Mississippi,

the one and only world-famous Boxcar!

Now welcome to the stage, the pride of Landry

and the Country Queen of North Georgia,

Miss Maryanne Dice!

- Hey, what day is it? - ♪ I've been cheated ♪

Wednesday. Revue's always on Wednesday.

♪ Been mistreated ♪

♪ When will I be loved? ♪

♪ I've been put down ♪

♪ I've been pushed round ♪

♪ When will I be loved? ♪

♪ When I find a new man ♪

♪ That I want for mine ♪

♪ He always breaks my heart in two ♪

♪ It happens every time ♪

♪ I've been made blue ♪

♪ I've been lied to ♪

♪ When will I be loved? ♪

Oh!

Oh, hey, Hub. How's the hunting?

Hey, long time no see, Hub.

♪ When will I be ♪

♪ Loved? ♪

Hey, shit bird.

Surprised to see me?

You thought I was dead, right?

Well, I guess not.

Why don't we step outside?

Dad.

Hey, y-you hear Mom's new backup band?

Well, I found 'em on TikTok, but they're pretty great, right?

Yeah. They sound good. Nice work, kiddo.

Hey, Luck.

There she is.

What a number.

You are a force, babe. Hey, look who's here.

Oh.

You working tonight, Hub, or is that your party vest?

I got a warrant for your boyfriend here,

but I guess I could serve it another time.

Mm. You're so full of it.

But I do need to talk to you about something.

You boys want to get us a Coke?

Uh, yeah, yeah. Sure thing.

Hey.

I want my mama's truck back.

You're too good to be singing covers, M.

You're a damn sight too good for that empty ten-gallon hat out there.

When you gonna tell him that nobody wears cowboy hats in Georgia?

I know, but he loves it.

And it's sweet.

Sweet?

Lucky is not who

- you think he is, Maryanne. - Which one?

Uh...

He...

he paid some guys to try and slit my throat.

- Is that right? - Yeah, look.

Well, you look pretty okay to me.

I-I just don't want to see you get hurt.

He-He's dangerous, more than I even realized.

Hub...

But thank you for saying I look pretty.

Well, you look...

pretty great yourself, by the way.

Hub, honey...

you not being pretty enough

was never the problem.

Now

I need you to sign this for me

so I can take Cade out of state.

For what?

To be my stagehand.

I got an audition in Nashville.

Oh, well, look at you.

Congratulations. Who's it with?

Dad?

Someone from a Gold Pot called for you?

- They said it was urgent. - Yeah, okay.

Thanks, kiddo. Wh-Where's Mr. Bighat?

Oh, he had to run over to the Earles' poker night,

but he says good luck with the show.

I thought he gave up

gambling when he gave up booze.

Just sign the form, Hub.

I'll think about it.

Hey, great work with the band, kid.

Pastor Ron?

What the hell?

Nah.

But nice try.

So, Lucky hired the Earles,

and the Earles hired you, right?

Mm-hmm.

You ever been to one of their poker nights?

Mm-hmm.

Ever hear about Lucky coming to one?

Mm-mm.

Yeah, I didn't think so.

Oh, man, I'm sorry, I think I pissed myself.

What's your name, kid?

- It's Tater. - Uh-huh.

Or... well, my real name's Tommy Dean.

Thomas, I guess,

but nobody calls me that except for my Aunt June on my mama's side.

You can call me whatever you want, though.

You related to Eddie Dean?

Yeah, that's my uncle.

No shit.

Hey, is he still with that gal from Kentucky with the big hair?

Oh, nah, she's in jail.

And he went to Cincinnati.

Oh, that's too bad.

Yeah.

For which one of 'em?

Be cool, Tater.

Almost there.

Come on, you son of a bitch.

Hey, princess.

- Oh, shit. - Lucky's not inside, is he?

But you drove his car here as bait.

And your brothers are inside waiting to kill me.

You're supposed to be dead.

Nah. My mama raised me tougher than that.

Fuck.

Move. Get going.

♪ Oh, preacher man ♪

♪ Well, he will free you from your bondage ♪

♪ And take away the monsters under your bed ♪

♪ He's got a download from the good Lord...

What the fuck?!

Son of a bitch! Oh, God!

Oh! Oh, God.

You were dead.

I take it, then, you're the one that tried to kill me.

Yeah, and you fucked that up, didn't you, Clyde?

He ain't the one that got jumped taking a leak!

Fuck you, Bill!

I swear, he was fucking dead!

Shut up! Hands up!

Oh, God.

- How much is Lucky paying you? - Uh-uh-uh!

Y'all don't say shit! He can't prove nothing!

Ain't no warrants out on us, bondsman.

So go ahead and call the cops on us.

Fuck. Fuck.

You won't.

You ain't no murderer.

Self-defense, hoss.

I'll sleep just fine.

Now, we can talk about you walking out alive once Lucky gets here.

Lu-Lucky ain't coming.

Oh, yeah, he is.

Once you text him

that you're letting me go free

unless he pays cash.

Double.

Shit.

♪ Restless in the cold ♪

- ♪ Faces frozen in the snow... - Hillbilly motherf...

What happened to your card game?

- I didn't want to miss your next number. - Aw.

Yeah, but now I might have to, babe.

Foodco's saying I-I-I underpaid the last delivery.

They want me to go to the bank first thing.

I swear to God, I'm gonna jam my foot so far up...

Hey, hey, hey. Temper.

Count it.

One, two, three,

four, five.

There.

And sleep on it.

No big moves while you're angry, right?

You're my guardian angel.

Oh, I'm up next.

Breathe, okay?

And order me some tots for after. I'm starving.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to the stage Miss Maryanne Dice!

♪ Our faith to carry us...

I still think you're bluffing.

You ain't gonna gun us down in cold blood.

Nah, you're right.

I'll probably just leave you tied up

and light the house on fire.

I can't believe that you guys brought chips and dip to my murder.

Someone's coming.

Whoa. It-it-it ain't Lucky.

It's a...

it's a pastor.

From a church?

No, dumb-ass, from a Piggly Wiggly.

Yes, from a church.

Well, praise be. Hey, what are you doing?

Get rid of him and do it quick.

Get up, get up.

Move.

Down. Don't move.

Don't fucking move.

- ♪ Do-do-do-do-do ♪ - Help you with something, Pastor?

♪ A-do-do-do-do-do...

Look, we're all tithed up here this year, pops, uh,

so why don't you...? Uh, Pastor?

♪ Doodily-doodily-do-do...

Y-You know, you don't look so good.

♪ Ain't got a dime ♪

What the fuck?

♪ I need a shave and I need a shine ♪

Get me the fuck out of here!

♪ I'm all hungover ♪

♪ Got a mouth full of cotton...

Clyde!

Oh, God! Oh, fucking put me down!

Put me down! No! No!

What the fuck?!

♪ I figured I'd make it someday ♪

♪ I had high hopes, but she sure shot 'em ♪

♪ I guess I've arrived ♪

♪ This must be the bottom ♪

♪ Do-do-do-do-do ♪

♪ A-do-do-do-do-do ♪

♪ A-do-do-do-do-do, do, do ♪

♪ Do-do-do-do-do-do...

What the fuck is happening, man?!

♪ Well, I smoke old butts...

What the fuck is going on?!

You son of a bitch!

You've reached Halloran Bonds. Leave us a message.

Congratulations on joining the Pot O' Gold corporate family.

To schedule your orientation with a regional manager

and confirm the details of your new employment,

press star.

At the Pot O' Gold, we make

- the impossible possible. - We're in here, boy.

Let's chase the rainbow together.

Oh, company?

She's from Pot O' Gold.

Are you shitting me?

You've reached Halloran Bonds.

- Leave us a message. - Mr. Halloran.

You are a hard man to get in touch with.

Have a seat.

Congratulations on joining the Pot O' Gold corporate family.

To schedule your...

I'm here about your orientation.

Yeah.

I'm not interested.

She knows things, Hub.

About how you...

Died.

And went to Hell.

Well, you're only standing here now because we brought you back.

At least

temporarily.

Think of this

like a work release.

And I'm your parole officer.

Which I told her is just plain silly.

And blasphemous.

And I just won't have that kind of talk on my property.

Do you think it's silly, Mr. Halloran?

I'm not the churchgoing type.

But your friend tonight was, though,

wasn't he?

Look what good that did him.

Anyway, we don't exactly discriminate.

The last gal doing your job wasn't even Christian.

What job, lady?

Oh, you're still a bounty hunter, Mr. Halloran.

But now you hunt demons.

For the Devil.

Hub.

Did you or did you not see a demon?

Yeah, I think maybe I did.

Imagine Hell is a prison,

and sometimes inmates bust out.

So my job is

to hunt demons and send them back.

What do you mean, send 'em back?

- Fuck me. - Kill 'em.

You'll see.

But if you fail to process

any demons assigned to you,

you will be terminated.

Immediately.

So make the most of it.

It's the employees that can find the silver lining

that have the best experience.

Anyway, I plan to be busy.

Something I got to tell you.

And it's definitely gonna sound crazy.

- You have cancer, don't you? - What? No.

Run!

Hub is a demon-summoning psycho from Hell.

Lord, you need a holy warrior,

like me.

Hub is nobody's idea of perfect.

Anybody can see he has flaws.

- But Hell? - Exactly.

Thank you.

You were condemned to Hell for what you did.

So you're worried my ex-husband might not be

the right guy to prevent Armageddon.

If we fail, it's the End Times.

Well, shit.