Supernatural (2005–…): Season 6, Episode 17 - Supernatural - full transcript

After a series of weird deaths in Chester, Pennsylvania, Dean and Sam discover that Balthazar has changed the history, avoiding the collision of the Titanic with an iceberg. Now Fate is ...

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I think these are
John Winchester's boys.

Ha-ha-ha. Hey, I'm Ellen.
That's my daughter, Jo.

The can of whoop-ass
I ought to open...

- Better put me on speed dial.
- Yes, ma'am.

Those are hellhounds out there.

We let the dogs in, you make a break
for the building next over.

I wait here
with my finger on the button.

If I can get us a shot on the devil,
we take it.

I will not leave you here alone.

- It's civil war up there.
- I know.

If we can beat Raphael,
we can end this.



You did more than rebel.

You tore up the script
and burned the pages for all of us.

Do you have any idea
what souls are worth?

- What power they hold?
- Have you seen this man?

- Rufus Turner?
- No.

I ain't asking for no help.
Never seen that dick.

Not asking for your permission.

- Just like old times.
- Long as I get to drive.

- What are you?
- Eve cooked me up herself.

The mother of all of us.

She has a message for you.

Bobby!

It was my fault.

Piece of crap.



Damn it.

Say something.

You.

No. You.

You two just gonna stand there
like the ugly girl at the prom...

or are you gonna pitch in?

This so-called Eve, mother, whatever,
ain't gonna gank herself.

What's wrong with you two?

Bobby, you haven't slept in days.

I sleep. What are you, my wife now?

I'm just saying that, you know...

- taking five might be a good thing.
- For whom?

Look, Bobby,
it was tough for all of us...

- seeing Rufus go like that.
- You think this...?

- This ain't about Rufus.
- Bobby, he wasn't just a poker buddy.

You know when I knew
Rufus was done for?

The day I met him.

The only question was who first.
Him or me?

You wanna stand there and therapize
or you wanna get me some coffee?

Make it Irish.

Well, he's doing fantastic.

Yeah. This isn't about Rufus at all.

Well, what do you wanna do?

We can't just sit here
and watch him poop out his liver.

Well, we could get him out of the house.
There's a job.

Really? What do you got?

Look.

Chester, Pennsylvania.

Three people got kicked off
in the last week. All freaky.

Last guy got karate-chopped
by his garage door.

And these are all blood relatives.

- What are you thinking, family curse?
- Could be.

Hey, grumpy...

- You. uh...
- I don't wanna do crap. Leave me alone.

Now, just...

Get out of my house, both of you.
You're driving me nuts.

- Bobby.
- Now.

For the love of Pete.

You know, maybe we should wait
till she gets back.

She just called,
said she'd be here in two shakes.

Wanna sit around
and smell him stew in his juices?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Drive.

- What the...?
- Tell me you haven't been drinking...

- this whole time.
- You're worse than the boys.

- I'm working.
- My God.

I'm gone a week
and this place goes completely to hell.

- What is wrong with you, Bobby Singer?
- Get a pen. It's a long list.

You smell like a bar, you know that?

You don't exactly smell like a rose
yourself.

Ha. Yeah, I been hunting with Jo.
What's your excuse?

If I need one, I got a good one.

I know.

And I'm so sorry.

He meant a lot to me too.

Go wash up. I'll fix us something.

Anybody ever tell you
you're a pain in the ass?

That's why you married me.

Go.

Don't tell me what to do, Ellen.

- Not a blip.
- Well, not a vengeful spirit, then.

So, what is it?

Huh.

What you got?

- What is that, Christmas tinsel?
- I don't know.

It's gold.

Do you mean, like, "gold" gold?

Why would a handyman have gold
just lying around in his garage?

I don't know. There is definitely
a skeleton in this family's closet.

I mean,
accidents don't just happen accidentally.

You know what I mean.

All right. I'll go check family records,
you go with next of kin?

Yeah.

Yeah. The courthouse steps.

For the deposition.
No, I told you, 3 p.m.

No. My usual fees.

Yeah. I gotta go, Ma.

I'm sorry. Uh, what department?

Genealogy. From the university.
We're doing a study on local families.

- And the Russos are a big...
- I am extremely busy right now, so...

Yeah.
I'm sure you've had a rough week.

I, uh, read about the recent tragedies.
Your cousins, right?

Yeah. It's a shame.

But I'm not that close with my family,
so, uh...

- Is this gonna take long?
- No. Five minutes. Five minutes.

Uh, can you tell me anything, uh,
noteworthy about the Russos?

Noteworthy? No.

I mean, not exactly. Average.

You know, big, from Italy.

I see.

Uh, was anyone ever killed
or maimed in a war...

or, you know,
some other violent thing?

- What do you mean?
- Something so dark that it would sully...

future generations.

Heh, uh...

No.

Good. Hey, good stuff.

Anyone own a slave?

- What?
- Routine question.

Any ties to the Nazi Party?

- Excuse me?
- Did grandma ever piss off a gypsy?

Okay. I don't know what kind of study
you're doing, but it's over right now.

- So if you don't mind...
- Okay, I'll just cut to the chase here.

Your life is in danger.

What? What is that, a threa...?
Are you threatening me?

No, no, no. I'm not threatening you.
I'm just simply saying...

that if you don't watch your back,
you're gonna die.

Get out of my office.

- Okay.
- Now!

- Hey.
- Sam.

Find anything?

One asshat in a shiny suit. You?

Not much.
Great-grandparents born in Calabria...

emigrated 2922.
They've been here ever since.

What, no severed horse head?

Four generations of picket fence.

If these people are the Waltons,
then why the hell are they dying?

Well, how about Cuba?

It's beautiful this time of year.
And the new Trump Casino? Amazing.

Don't worry about the kids.
There's a wave pool.

Oh, sure, yeah.

Look, if you like cigars, Cher,
or the circus...

it's all about Havana.

Yes. I've seen those Shatner ads.
But you know what they don't have?

Personal touch.

Okay, then.
I'll e-mail you some details.

You too.

Anne Witting.
We're sure she's not a Russo...

a second cousin twice removed
or something?

No. I checked the records twice.
She's not related.

Well, if this isn't a family curse...

- what the hell is it?
- You got me.

I got nothing.

Hold on.

Not nothing.

We found another piece of this...
I don't know, shiny string.

- I was afraid of that.
- Why? What's up?

Well, these so-called accidents,
we're seeing them nationwide.

About 75 so far.

I got Jo and her crew working
on a cluster in California.

Hey. Hey. Hey.

Blood relatives?

Some yeah, some no.

She's got about what you do.

Pile of bodies
and a bunch of gold thread.

- So, what's it mean?
- I don't know.

I got Bobby working on it right now.

How's he doing, by the way?

Oh, don't worry. I'm kicking his ass
back to health and happiness.

Who asked you to? To hell with you.

I heard that.

He'll be okay.

- Are you okay?
- Oh, honey, you're sweet.

You know me.
I just worry about you boys.

Yeah, well...

So all these corpses,
anything relate them?

Well, actually, I did dig up one thing.

- I just don't know what to make of it.
- Hit me.

Well, it's a weird one.
It was buried pretty deep.

But Bobby and me were combing through
the family trees on all the victims...

and we started seeing...

Well, the families all came over
to America the same year.

1912. Here's the real weird part.
They all came over on the same boat.

- Really?
- Yep.

- What's special about the boat?
- Nothing.

It was a boat. It did what boats do.

What was it called?

The Titanic. Did you ever hear of it?

- No.
- Yeah, me neither.

- I'll keep digging.
- All right.

Does the name Titanic ring a bell?

Titanic?

No.

"The RMS Titanic was the largest
passenger steamship in the world...

when it made its maiden voyage
across the North Atlantic in 1912."

What's the big deal?
It's a ship, it sailed.

Yeah, I don't know.

Looks like there was a close call.

Ship almost hit an iceberg.

Almost? So?

So...

Uh, looks like the first mate spotted it
just in time.

Good for him. There anything else?

- Wait a second.
- What?

Uh, this first mate...

Mr. I.P. Freeley.

Well, that's not suspicious.
You got a picture of old Freeley?

You gotta be kidding me.

Let's see.

Balthazar.

Boys, boys, boys.

- Whatever can I do for you?
- We need to talk.

- Well, you seem upset, Dean.
- The hell with the boat, Balthazar.

- What boat?
- The Titanic.

Oh, yeah. The Titanic.

Yes, well, uh, it was meant to sink,
and I saved it.

- What?
- It was meant to bash...

into this iceberg thing
and plunge into the briny deep...

with all this hoopla, and I saved it.
Anything else I can answer for you?

- Why?
- Why what?

Why did you unsink the ship?

Oh, because I hated the movie.

- What movie?
- Exactly. Ha-ha-ha.

Wait, so you saved a cruise liner
because...

Because that god-awful Celine Dion song
made me wanna smite myself.

Who's Celine Dion?

She's a destitute lounge singer
in Quebec.

And let's keep it that way, please.

I didn't think that was possible.
I thought you couldn't change history.

Haven't you noticed?

There's no more rules, boys.

Wow.

The nerve on you.

So you just...
What, unsunk a giant boat?

Oh, come on, I saved people.
I thought you loved that kind of thing.

Yeah, but now those people
and their kids and their kids' kids...

They must have interacted
with so many people...

changed so much crap.

- You totally Butterfly Effect-ed history.
- Dude, dude.

Rule one: No Kutcher references.

Yes, there's still an Ashton Kutcher.

And you still averted the apocalypse,
and there are still archangels.

It's just the small details
that are different.

Like you don't drive an Impala.

Yes, yes. "What's an Impala?"
Trust me, it's not important.

And, of course, Ellen and Jo are alive.

Ellen and Jo? What?

Yes, they're supposed to be dead.

You see, I save a boat,
one thing leads to another...

which leads to another
thousand things, yadda, yadda, yadda.

Long story short,
they don't die in a massive explosion.

Anyway,
let's agree I did a good thing.

One less Billy Zane movie,
and I saved two of your closest friends.

But now somebody is killing
the descendants of the survivors.

And?

And that's maybe,
like, 50,000 people.

- And?
- We need to save as many as we can...

but we need to know
who's after them.

Sorry. You have me confused
with the other angel.

You know, the one in the dirty
trench coat who's in love with you.

I don't care.

- Goodbye, boys.
- Wait, wait, wait.

Son of a bitch.

Balthazar unsank a boat,
now we got a boatload of people...

who should never have been born.

- Yeah. Like 50,000.
- Makes sense.

- How does any of this make sense?
- I got an idea who we're up against.

- What?
- Fate.

You mean...?

I mean Fate, like the Fates.

Or one of them, at least.

You mean like Greek mythology?
Like the sisters?

- Bingo.
- Nerd.

These ladies are responsible
for how you go down.

Literally. So if you get creamed
by a garage door...

or crunched by a copy machine...

they're the ones who hammer out
the details of how you die.

Spin out your fate...

- on a piece of pure gold.
- Gold thread.

And then one of them writes it all down
in her day runner of death.

High-level stuff.

Anyway, fits.
Now we know what Balthazar did.

It seems to me that maybe Fate
is just trying to clean up the mess.

So how do we stop it?

- How do we stop Fate? Good question.
- Well, there's gotta be a way.

Or there ain't.
This is Fate we're talking about here.

You know, the easiest way would be
to get that angel to re-sink the boat.

No. No way. Forget it.

Big difference between dying awful
and never being born, Dean.

We are not sinking the boat, Bobby.

- Okay? Don't even think about it.
- Well, okay.

What's got your panties in a clench?

Nothing.

Try that again?

It...

Look, it doesn't even really matter,
but...

But?

Apparently,
a crapload of dominoes get tipped over...

if the Titanic goes down.

And, uh, bottom line...

Ellen and Jo die.

Okay, you two, listen up.

You make sure.

Keep those angels
from sinking that boat.

- You understand me?
- Yeah.

- Yes.
- Yeah, Bobby, of course.

He's bad enough with her.
Think how he'd be if she was gone.

Yeah.

So, what do we do?

I mean,
how do we save 50,000 people?

I got no freaking clue.

Yeah.

We don't even know who they are.

Well, we know one.

That's him.

Let's go.

- Hello. Yeah. What?
- Mr. Russo!

I don't care. Send him a fruitcake.

- Shawn!
- Who's the judge?

Russo!

Send him a nice bottle of champagne.

- But nothing more than thir... No.
- Shawn!

Twenty bucks.
This guy, he owes me...

Russo, stop!

- Did you see that?
- Is he okay?

Get off of me.

And you.
I told you to leave me alone, didn't I?

- We're just trying to help you out.
- You almost killed me, you lunatic.

Give me that. Unbelievable.

- Russo. Hey.
- Just be glad I'm not suing your ass.

You've got to be kidding me.

Sam, check it out.

What?

- Too soon?
- Yeah, Dean.

I'm pretty sure
six seconds is too soon.

Hey, hey, hey.

I think I saw her.

Right over there.

Her? Like, Fate her?

- Yeah.
- What did she look like?

Kind of like a librarian.

Your kind of librarian
or my kind of librarian?

Well, she was wearing clothes,
if that's what you mean.

- All right.
- Wait, wait.

We can't just walk over there.

We're not on the hit list.
We have nothing to do with the boat.

- Let's go talk to her.
- Talk?

Yeah. You know?

Talk. Worth a shot, right?

Hello?

Hello?

Oh, come on.

- You got a lighter?
- Yeah.

- It's out of juice or something?
- It shouldn't be.

Cass.

- Hello, Dean. Sam.
- Hey. Thanks, man.

Where are we?

White Russia.

What?

Are you aware
of what your frat bro did?

I'm aware.
Balthazar can be impetuous.

Well, riddle me this.

If Fate's going after the boat people,
why'd she try to waste me and Sam?

I imagine she harbors
a certain degree of rage toward you.

What did we do?

Nothing of import.
Just the tiny matter...

of averting the apocalypse
and rendering her obsolete.

I think maybe she's a little irritated
about that.

And then you go
and dangle yourselves in front of her.

So we've pissed Fate off personally.

If I know her, and I do,
she won't stop until you're dead.

Awesome.

So, what do we do?

Kill her.

Kill Fate?

Do you have another suggestion?

No, I'm... I just mean...

- Can you even do that?
- Balthazar has a weapon...

- that will work against her.
- Of course.

That guy has just got it covered.
You need new friends, Cass.

I'm trying to save the ones I have,
Dean.

We'll have to draw her out.

All right, well, uh, she's gunning for us.
She's bound to surface again eventually.

We'll make it easy for her.

I think you have an expression for it.

Tempting fate?

Yeah, well, you just be careful.

That was Jo.
Thirty more dead on the West Coast.

What exactly do those boys think
they're gonna do?

It's the boys.

If anybody can pull this out of their ass,
it's those two.

Yeah, you ever heard the saying
you can't stop fate?

You know, cleanest fix
would just be to sink the boat.

- Why would you say that?
- Right now they're all dying bloody.

It's not the same
as never being born.

You're talking about people.

People who are loved.

Who would be missed.

What the hell is up with you?

Nothing.

Oh, please.

You are a neon sign.

So I can beat it out of you or we could
just skip that part. Dealer's choice.

So not just me, but Jo too?

They're not gonna sink the boat.
I promise.

The boat stays.
You don't have to worry.

Well...

If it was meant to be, then...

- I guess whatever happens happens.
- That's my point.

Nothing's meant to be.

Whether we're together
is at the whim of some angel.

Oh, Bobby, relax.

I can't.

We need you.

Especially me.

I know.

Okay, so we're just gonna meet our fate
at any time, right?

Yeah.

Just walk. Act natural.

Hey! Hey!

- Okay.
- Yeah. It's fine.

Okay.

Oh, you gotta be kidding me.

All right, just...

Keep walking.

Sam, they're juggling knives.

- And hatchets.
- Yeah, I know.

You can't avoid fate.

Ah!

All right. I don't get it.

I don't either. Who do you gotta kill
to get killed around here?

Maybe Cass was wrong.

Look out!

Castiel.

Atropos.

- You look well.
- I look like stomped-over crap...

because of you.

- All right, let's talk about this.
- Talk? About what?

Maybe about how you and those
two circus clowns destroyed my work.

- You ruined my life.
- Let's not get emotional.

Not get emotional?

I had a job. God gave me a job.

We all had a script.

I worked hard.

I was really, really good at what I did.
Until the day of the big prizefight.

And then what happens?

You throw out the book.

Well, I'm sorry,
but freedom is more preferable.

Freedom?
This is chaos. How is it better?

I even went to heaven...

to ask what to do next. Know what?
No one would even talk to me.

There are more pressing matters
at hand.

But I don't know what happens next.

I need to know. It's what I do.

I'm sorry.

But your services
are no longer required.

You know what?

I've kept my mouth shut.

I could've complained,
I could've raised a fuss.

But I didn't.
But you know what the last straw is?

Unsinking the Titanic.

You changed the future.
You cannot change the past.

- That is going too far.
- It's Balthazar. He's erratic.

Bullcrap.

This isn't about some stupid movie.

He's under your orders.

You sent him back to save that ship.

No, I didn't.

Why would I?

Oh, maybe because you're in the middle
of a war and you're desperate.

Come on. This is about the souls.

You don't know
what you're talking about.

That angel went and created
50,000 new souls for your war machine.

You're confused.

No.

You can't just mint money, Castiel.

It's wrong.

It's dangerous.

And I won't let you.

You don't have a choice.

Maybe I don't.

So here's a choice for you.

If you don't go back
and sink that boat...

I'm gonna kill
your two favorite pets.

I won't let you.

- Oh, yeah? What are you gonna do?
- Do you really wanna test me?

Okay, fine.

But think about this:

I've got two sisters out there.
They're bigger.

In every sense of the word.

Kill me...

Sam and Dean are target one.

For simple vengeance.

You're not fighting a war or anything,
right?

You can watch them
every millisecond of every day.

Because maybe you've heard...

fate strikes
when you least expect it.

Balthazar, stop.

Uh... Awkward. Heh.

Set things right
before I flick your boys off a cliff...

just on principle.

Sweetie, before we go, um,
I could remove that stick from your...

Don't try me.

We'll leave it inserted, then.

All right, then.

Let's sink the Titanic.

You're here

There's nothing I fear

And I know that my heart will

Go on

Dude, what time is it?

I just had the weirdest dream.

Twenty bucks says mine was weirder.
Not kidding.

No, no. I'm not kidding either.
I mean, it was...

just bizarre.

Mine had the actual Titanic in it.

What?

Something on my face?

D... did it, uh...

not sink,

because Balthazar...

Had a hate on for Billy Zane?

Why are you
having my dreams, dude?

Wasn't a dream.

Wait, what?

You're saying
this actually happened?

That t... the whole...
whatever... t... that was real?

Yes.

So, what happened?

Well, I insisted
he go back in time

and correct what he'd done.

What?

Why?

It was the only way
to be sure you were safe.

So...

so, you killed...

50,000 people for us.

No, I didn't.
They were never born.

That's far different from being killed,
wouldn't you say?

Ellen and Jo?

I'm sorry.

Hold on.

Uh...

So, if you guys went
a-and changed everything back,

then that whole timeline
or whatever, it just got erased?

Yeah. More or less.

Well, then, how come
he and I remember it?

Because I wanted you
to remember it.

Why?

I wanted you to know
who fate really is.

She's cruel and capricious.

I'd go so far as "bitch."

Well, yeah.

You're the ones who taught me

that you can make
your own destiny.

You don't have to be ruled
by fate.

You can choose freedom.

I still believe that that's
something worth fighting for.

I just wanted you
to understand that.

So, wait.

Did... Balthazar really, uh,

unravel the sweater
over a chick flick?

Yes.

Absolutely. That's what he did.

Wow. Well, might be time to
take away his cable privileges.

Besides, "Titanic"
didn't suck that bad.

Winslet's rack.

I'll tell you
one thing about Cass,

he does not appreciate
the finer things.

I guess things
are back to normal, huh?

"Normal." Awesome.

Poor bastard.

Doesn't even know
how good he had it.

Yeah, well, what he doesn't know
won't hurt him.

I say we keep our mouths shut.

Yeah. I'm with you.

Should we wake him?

Nah.

That's probably
the best he's felt all week.