Supernatural (2005–…): Season 3, Episode 5 - Supernatural - full transcript

The 'Three Little Pigs' and 'Hansel and Gretel' come to life and attract Sam and Dean's attention to Maple Springs, NY, where they try to prevent 'Little Red Riding Hood', 'Cinderella', and...

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Look, Dad's gone now
and we have to carry out his legacy:

Hunting down as many
evil sons of bitches as we possibly can.

Back in 1835,
Samuel Colt made a gun for a hunter.

This gun can kill anything.
Only four bullets left.

Without them, this gun is useless.

Only thing it's good for now
is figuring out what makes it tick.

Cute piece. Won't stop a demon.

- How the hell would you know?
- Call it an educated guess.

Ouch. Do you want me
to help you out with that gun or not?

That deal you made to save Sam.

- A year to live.
- Been kind of liberating, actually.



You're not scared?

- Of course not.
- How certain are you...

...that what you brought back...

...is 100 percent pure Sam?

Think something's wrong
with my brother?

Demons lie. I'm sure Sam's okay.

Yeah, me too.

You're the brick guy, I'm wood.
That's the way it's always been.

I need someone to pick bricks.
Emmett, that has gotta be you.

Not my responsibility.

- Hey, what was that?
- I don't know. A dog, maybe?

- That's a hell of a dog.
- Okay.

We got a crew coming in the morning.
Look at this wood, huh?

Look at it. It's crap.



- Where'd you order it from?
- Same place as always.

Should've used the cinder block
like I wanted.

- Here we go again. You're not in charge.
- You know, you're a bunch of girls.

Look, it comes down to this, okay?

One gust of wind
and the whole place is gonna blow over.

Yeah, yeah, whatever.

- Did you hear that?
- Hear what?

Kyle, come on, let's go.
- Okay, I'm gonna go warm up the truck.

What the hell has got him? Jack!

Jack!

I don't understand, Dean. Why not?

Because I said so.

- We got the Colt now.
- Sam.

- We can summon the Demon...
- We're not summoning anything.

...force her to let you out.
- We don't know that'll work.

We'll shoot her.
If she dies, the deal goes away.

We don't know if that'll work.
You're pitching me...

...a bunch of ifs and maybes
and that's not good enough...

...because if we screw with this deal,
you die.

- And if we don't screw with it, you die.
- I'm not gonna have this conversation.

- Why? Because you said so?
- Yes, because I said so!

Well, you're not Dad.

No, but I am the oldest.

And I'm doing what's best.

You're gonna let this go,
you understand me?

Tell me about the psychotic killer.

Come on, Sam,
tell me about the psychotic killer.

"Psychotic killer:

Rips victims apart
with brute-like ferocity. "

Okay, any mention
of his razor-sharp teeth...

...or his 4-inch claws, animal eyes?

No.

The lunar cycle's right.

If it is a werewolf, we don't have long.
Moon's full Friday.

That's the last time he changes
for a month.

Two days, no sweat.

I'm Detective Plant,
this is Detective Page.

We're with
the County Sheriff's Department.

Yeah, uh, been expecting you.

- You have?
- All morning.

You are the sketch artist, right?

- Um...
- Absolutely.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

That is exactly who my partner is.

And the things he can do
with a pen, ha.

But, listen, before we get started
on that, I wanted to ask you...

...uh, how'd you get away?

L... I have no idea.

I was hiding...

...and he found me.

He was coming right for me
and then he just stopped.

Stared at me with this blank look.

After that, he just took off running.

Okay.

Um...

...I'm gonna need as much
physical detail as you remember.

Uh, yeah. Uh...

He was about 6 feet tall.

- Six...
- Uh, dark hair.

Um, what about his eyes?
What color eyes did he have?

Maybe blue?

- It was dark.
- Blue?

- Did they seem, uh, ahem, animalish?
- Excuse me?

What about his teeth?
You notice anything strange about them?

No, they were just teeth.

Teeth. Okay.

What about his fingernails?

Okay, look, he's just a normal guy...

...with normal eyes
and teeth and fingernails.

- Look, sir, it's okay if...
No.

No.

Those were my brothers. This guy...

...he killed my brothers.

How would you feel?

Humph.

Can't imagine anything worse.

I know this isn't easy, but if you could
remember any more details...

There was one more thing.
He had a, uh...

A tattoo on his arm
of a cartoon character. Uh...

Oh.

It's the guy who...
He was chasing the Road Runner.

- Wile E. Coyote.
- Yeah, that's it.

Kyle?
- Dr. Garrison.

- How you holding up?
- Okay, considering.

- You're, uh, Kyle's doctor?
- Yes.

Can I just ask you a few questions?

Sure.

Don't I get to see it?

Uh... Ha.

Yeah, yeah. Um...

Yeah, it's a, you know,
work in progress.

Hmm.

It's... It's really... Huh.

Boy, this is a piece of, uh, art. Really.

Yeah, like you could've done it better.

What did the doc have to say
about Kyle's brothers?

Not much.
They were DOA at the scene.

He did give me the coroner's report.

- Let me guess, their hearts were missing.
- Nope.

But chunks of their kidneys,
lungs and intestines.

That's just gross.

Yeah, also definitely not
werewolf behavior.

So, what, a demon?
Attacker could've been possessed.

Why would a demon stop
halfway through an attack?

I think that... Uh...

- Could it...? I got nothing.
- Me neither.

Okay, I am starving.

- Wait, where are all the PowerBars?
- You ate them all and we're lost.

We're not lost. The path is right here.

Ow.

Look, there.

- Oh. Civilization.
- Yeah.

Thank God.

Are you two doing okay?

- Hi. Actually, we're...
- Lost.

Oh, it happens. The trail gets twisty...

...and my house
is the only one left up here.

Um...

...I could point you
in the right direction...

...but I'm afraid it'll take a while
to get back.

You're really deep into the woods.

Nice work, Ken.

Um...

Would you like to come in
and rest a bit?

Um, yeah.

Thanks, but we should head back.

Oh, come on, honey, she offered.

She's a harmless old lady.
What could happen?

You sure you don't want more?

No, thank you. It's, uh... Um...

I'm full.

- We should go.
- Mm-hm.

We really can't thank you enough.

Aah.

Ken?

You...

What's going on?

You...?
Are we...?

Did you drug us?

Julie, run.

Stop.

Please, you have to stop.

Don't worry. Everything's fine.

You just hold still now, dear.

Stop! Stop, please stop!

Why are you doing this?

No!

No!

Please. Please.
Shh.

We need to observe you.
The drugs may be in your system.

I have to go. I have things to do.

- Arrangements I need to make.
It can wait.

Now you need to rest.

Stay.

Be back in a few minutes.

- Detectives.
- Dr. Garrison.

What the hell's going on here?
My whole town's going insane.

We'll let you know as soon as we do.

Ms. Watson? Hi.

We just need to ask you
a few questions.

Do we have to go over this again?

- Now?
- We'll try to be brief.

Ms. Watson,
can you tell us how you got away?

I didn't eat as much as Ken did
so I wasn't as out of it.

And when the old woman...

...was carving up Ken...

...I shoved her and she fell.

Cracked her head on the stove.

She's dead, right?

L...? I killed her?

Do you have any idea
why she did this to you?

No. One minute...

...she's just a sweet old lady...

...and the next,
she was like a monster.

Can you remember anything else?

Um, yeah.

Did you find a little girl there
by any chance?

A little girl?

At the house?

I thought I saw her outside
the window.

She... She just disappeared.

Just vanished into thin air.

- It must've been the drugs.
- This disappearing girl...

...what did she look like?
- Does it matter?

Yes, every detail matters.

She had this dark, dark hair...

...and really pale skin.

She was around 8.

She was a beautiful child. It was...

...odd to see her in the middle
of something so horrible.

Well, there's no sulfur anywhere.
How about the EMF?

Yeah, it's going nuts.

But only over here by the window.
There was definitely a spirit here.

Who stood outside the crime scene
and watched.

- Looks like.
- What the hell do you make of that?

Actually, I do have a theory.
Uh, sort of.

- Hit me.
- Well, thinking about fairy tales.

Oh, that's... That's nice.

- You think about fairy tales often?
- No, Dean, I'm talking about the murders.

A guy and girl
hiking through the woods...

...an old lady tries to eat them.
That's Hansel and Gretel.

Then we got the three brothers
arguing over how to build houses...

...attacked by the big bad wolf.

- Three Little Pigs.
- Yeah.

Actually, those guys
were a little chubby.

Oh, wait. I thought those things ended
with everybody living happily ever after.

No, no, not the originals.

See, the Grimm brothers' stuff
was kind of like the folklore of its day...

...full of sex, violence, cannibalism.
Then it got sanitized over the years...

...turned into Disney flicks
and bedtime stories.

So you think the murders are, uh,
what, a reenactment?

- That's a little crazy.
- Crazy as what?

Every day of our lives?

Touch?.
How's the creepy ghost girl involved?

Um, well, she must've been here
for a reason.

I'm willing to bet you top dollar
she was at the construction site too.

We gotta do research now, don't we?

- So?
- Checked every record they had.

Found the usual amount of violent
childhood deaths for a town this size.

- Okay.
- Know how many were girls...

...with black hair and pale skin?

Zero.

You wanna know how many girls
with black hair and pale skin...

...have gone missing?
Right again: Zip, zilch, nada.

Tell me you got something good because
I've totally wasted the last six hours.

Well, you ever hear of Lillian Bailey?

She was a British medium
from the 1930s.

- She got a thing for fairy tales?
- No, trances.

See, she'd go into
these unconscious states where, um...

Get this: Her thoughts and actions
were completely controlled by spirits.

- The ghost Puppet Master.
- Yeah.

Think that's what this kid is doing?

Sending Wolfboy and Grandma
into trances, making them go kill-crazy?

- It could be.
- Phew.

You know, kind of like a spirit hypnosis
or something.

Trances I get, but fairy-tale trances?
That's bizarre even for us.

Yeah, you're right.
That's completely normal.

All right, maybe it is fairy tales.

Totally messed-up fairy tales.

Tell you one thing,
there's no way I'm kissing a damn frog.

Hey, check that out.

Yeah? It's close to Halloween.

You remember Cinderella?

With the pumpkin that turns into a coach
and the mice that become horses?

Dude, could you be more gay?

Don't answer that.

Well, who knows?
Maybe you'll find your fairy godmother.

Help, I'm in here.

Hey, hey. Don't worry, it's okay.
We're here. We got you.

- Help me. She's a lunatic.
- What happened?

My stepmom, she just freaked out,
screamed at me...

...beat me, chained me up.

- Where is she now?
I don't know.

Sam?

Who are you?

Paramedics picked up Cinderella.

- That's good.
Yeah.

So little girl, shiny red apple.

I'm guessing
that means something to you.

I think it's Snow White.

Snow White? Aw, I saw that movie.

Well, the porn version anyways.

There was this wicked stepmother,
phew. She was wicked.

There is a wicked stepmother...

...and she tries to kill Snow White
with a poisoned apple.

- But the apple doesn't kill the girl, right?
- No.

Puts her into a deep sleep.

So deep, it's almost like she's dead.

No, sorry.
We don't have any comatose little girls.

- Are you sure?
- Totally.

It's mostly old guys.

And, well, Callie. She's been around
since before I started here.

- Callie?
- Yeah, it's so sad.

And poor Dr. Garrison,
he just won't give up on her.

Was Callie one of his patients?

No, his daughter.

Ah, here we are.

"'Just press the latch,'
called out the grandmother.

'I'm too weak to get up. '

The wolf pressed the latch
and the door opened.

He stepped inside,
went straight to the grandmother...

...and ate her up. "

Oh. Oh, thank you so much.

" The huntsman stepped
inside and in the bed lay the wolf.

So the huntsman
took a pair of scissors...

...and cut open the wolf's belly. "

Detectives, can I help you?

We just heard that Callie
is your daughter.

And we wanted to say
how very sorry we are.

Well, um, thank you.

If you'll excuse me.

Oh, we're heading this way,
we'll walk with you.

How long has Callie been like that?

We don't mean to intrude.

We can't possibly understand how hard
it must be for you seeing her like this.

Yeah, it's not easy.

She's, uh, been here
since she was 8 years old.

- That's when she was poisoned?
- Yes, swallowed bleach.

Never figure out
how she got her hands on the bottle.

My wife found her,
brought her to the ER.

Here, and I was on call.

Your wife was, uh...?
Was that Callie's stepmother?

Actually, yes. How'd you know that?

Lucky guess.

Well, Julie was the only mother
that, uh, Callie ever knew.

My wife passed away last year
and, uh...

...it's just my daughter and me now.

She's all I got left.

X- ray tech, extension 2407.

Um, excuse me,
I've gotta get back to work.

Yeah.

Well, you're right.
It's Snow White in spades.

Yup. Stepmom poisons the girl,
puts her into a deep sleep.

What's the motive, you think?

Could be like Mischa Barton.

- Sixth Sense, not The O. C.
- What?

Hey, you know fairy tales,
I know movies.

She played the pasty ghost.

You know, remember the mom
had that thing, you know...

...where you keep the kid sick
so you get the attention?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Uh, M?nchausen syndrome by proxy.
Huh, could be.

So say all these years,
Callie's been suffering silently...

...because nobody knows the truth
about what Mommy did.

And after all this time,
her spirit just gets angrier...

...until it finally just starts lashing out.

Meanwhile, she has to listen to Dad
tell her these deranged stories...

...about a rabid wolf
or a cannibalistic old lady.

- It's enough to drive anybody nuts.
- Okay, but how are we gonna stop her?

Callie's stuck here.
Her father's keeping her body alive.

- It does make it hard to burn the bones.
- You think?

Coming in.

You got it?

- Hey, what's her status?
- Seventy-two-year-old female.

Sustained multiple lacerations
and puncture wounds.

BP is 80/40 and falling.
Sinus tachycardia.

Is that a bite?

It looks like she was mauled
by a mad dog or maybe a wolf.

What was the last story
Dr. Garrison was reading Callie?

Little Red Riding Hood.

Excuse me.

Was she the only victim?

She was found by the side of the road,
barely alive. Alone.

We need to find her next of kin.

- Uh, she has a granddaughter.
- Do you have an address?

- Thank you.
- Thanks.

You find a way to stop Callie,
all right?

What about you?

I'm gonna go stop the big bad wolf.

Which is the weirdest thing
I've ever said.

- Hey, Grandma.
- Grr.

Dr. Garrison,
I need to speak with you.

- Detective, what can I do for you?
Well, um...

- It's about Callie.
- My daughter? What about her?

- Maybe, could we sit down for a minute?
- No. What about her?

Okay, well, um...

All right, doctor,
this isn't gonna be easy.

What happened to Callie
was not an accident.

- Excuse me?
- I'm sorry but it's true.

You have no idea
what happened to my daughter.

There are things you don't know,
doctor...

...about your wife.
- My wife?

Doctor, your wife poisoned Callie.

Why would you say
something so horrible to me?

Because I need your help.

You stay away from me
and from my daughter, you understand?

Doctor, this isn't... Please, if...

- I'm calling security.
- No, I don't have time to do this gently.

If you don't listen,
more people are gonna get hurt.

- Because Callie is going to hurt them.
- What are you talking about?

You're gonna think I'm crazy,
but just understand me.

Your daughter, Callie, is still here.

She's a spirit.

So you've seen her too?

- Are you okay?
- Yeah...

I sensed her.

Callie.

Her presence, her scent.

I even saw her standing
at the foot of my bed, but I never...

...believed it. I thought I was dreaming...
- It wasn't a dream.

She looks like she did
when she was 8.

White dress.

Red ribbon in her hair.

She's been trying to talk to you.

- You're not a cop, are you?
- No.

Then who are you?

Someone who knows
a little about this kind of thing.

But what you said about my wife
poisoning Callie, that...

Sir, Callie told us.

- What?
Not in so many words.

But in her own way...

...she told us.

My wife loved Callie.
So how is that possible?

- I don't know, but it is.
- No. No, I don't believe you.

Look, Callie is killing people.

She's angry, she's desperate...

...because nobody will listen to her.

So you have to listen to her.

Please...

...listen to your daughter.

Callie?

Callie, it's Daddy.

It's me, Daddy.

Is it true?

Did Mommy do that to you?

I know I wasn't listening before,
but I'm listening now.

Daddy's here.

Please, honey.
Is there any way you can tell me?

Doctor.

Is it true?

Oh, I'm so sorry, baby.

But listen to me.

You gotta stop what you're doing,
okay?

You're hurting people.

I know everything now.

I know the truth.

It's time for you to let go.

It's time for me to let you go.

Whoa, stop, stop. Whoa, stop. Whoa.

Oh, where am I? What's going on?

X- ray tech, extension...

The girl's okay?

So it's really over.

Yeah. All thanks to you.

Callie was the most important thing
in my life...

...but I should've let her go
a long time ago.

See you around, doc.

I sure hope not. Heh.

You know what he said?

Some good advice.

Is that what you want me to do,
Dean?

Just let you go?

Well, little Sammy Winchester.

I'm touched.

I mean, your brother's
been to see me twice, but you...

...I never had the pleasure.

What can I do for you, Sam?

You can beg for your life.

We were having
such a nice conversation.

Then you had to go
and ruin the mood.

If I were you, I'd drop the wisecracks
and start acting scared.

It's not my style.

That's not the original Colt.

Where did you get that?

Ruby. Had to be.

She is such a pain in my ass.

She'll get what's coming to her.

- You can count on it.
That's enough.

I came here to make you an offer.

You're gonna make me an offer?

That's adorable.

You can let Dean out of his deal
right now.

He lives, I live, you live.

Everyone goes home happy.

Or...

...you stop breathing. Permanently.

Oh.

All this tough talk.

I have to tell you,
it's not very convincing.

I mean, come on, Sam.

Do you even wanna break the deal?

What do you think?

I don't know.

Aren't you tired
of cleaning up Dean's messes?

Of dealing with
that broken psyche of his?

Aren't you tired of being bossed around
like a snot-nosed little brother?

You're stronger than Dean,
you're better than him.

- Watch your mouth.
- Admit it.

You're here,
going through the motions.

The truth is you'll be a tiny bit relieved
when he's gone.

- Shut up.
- No more desperate, sloppy, needy Dean.

You can finally be free.

I said, shut up.

Huh.

- Doth protest too much if you ask me.
- All right, I've had enough of your crap.

You let Dean out of his deal
right now.

Sorry, sweetheart,
but your brother's an adult.

He made that deal of his own free will.
Fair and square.

It's ironclad.

Every deal can be broken.

Not this one.

Fine, then I'll kill you.

- Lf you're gone, so is the deal.
- Ha, guess again.

- What?
- Sam, I'm just a saleswoman.

I got a boss like everybody.

He holds the contract, not me.

He wants Dean's soul, bad.

And believe me,
he's not gonna let it go.

- You're bluffing.
- Am I?

Shoot me, if it'll get you off.

But the deal still holds.

And when Dean's time is up,
he's getting dragged into the pit.

Then who's your boss?

Who holds the contract?

He's not as cuddly as me,
I can tell you that.

Who is it?

I can't tell you.

I'm sorry, Sam...

...but there's no way out of this one.

Not this time.