Supernatural (2005–…): Season 7, Episode 7 - Supernatural - full transcript

Sam and Dean investigate the murders of mediums in Lily Dale, the most "psychic" town in America. They discover that an angry spirit is killing off the psychics, but in a town full of ...

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- Hi, Amy.
- You know me. You know the kind of person I am.

She's dropping bodies, man,
which means we got to drop her.

- She's done. Trust me.
- Okay.

You are what you are.
You will kill again.

What's going on with you?

You are what you are.

- What the hell are you talking about?
- I'm talking about...

whatever you're not telling me about.

I know you didn't want to let her go,
but it was the right thing to do.

- So, thanks.
- No problem.

You know my motto...
"Here to help."

- Kind of like you helped Amy?
- I'm sorry.

You should just go on without me.

All right.


A spirit has gathered around us.

Are you with us, spirit?

I feel something.
I have goose bumps.

- Uncle Danny?
- We're going to make contact now.

Rest your hands on the planchette.

Let the spirit guide our hands.

Oh spirit,

are you the one we seek?

Are you...

uncle Danny?

I'm not doing that.

She's pushing it.

It's okay to be skeptical.

Danny, if you're with us,

knock twice for yes.


Can you ask him,
is he happy?

- He is. He's happy.
- Is Sadie with him?

Now you're being ridiculous, Cynthia.
Who cares about Sadie?

Yes. I see...

a family pet.

That's her.
Sadie was a Schnauzer.

She's with Danny, chasing
tennis balls in the afterlife.

Sadie loved tennis balls.

There were important papers.
No one can find them.

They weren't in the safe.
Can you just ask him...

Of course.

I'll need you to place your hands
with me on the planchette.

Maybe Danny didn't like the question.

Tell him to quit fooling around.
He knows darn well that's my money.

Can't you two stop squabbling?

For Pete's sake, he's dead.

Tell him we're sorry.
Maybe if we're nice, he'll...

Oh, my God.

What's going on?


Have some pride.

- Yeah.
- That make me hungry.

You're listening to the morning
chaos with me, Bananas Foster.

- The hell I am, ass-hat.
- And now for the news of the weird...

Two very odd murders,
to be exact.

Mediums are dying in Lily Dale,
the most psychic town in America.

So if you want to know your future,
stick to that 900 line,

'cause is it me, or should those
guys have seen it coming?

Oh spirits of the further...

am I going to win the powerball?

I'm gonna be rich.


- First time at Good Graces?
- Yes.

Well, we're 100% locally sourced, biodynamic,

and you get a free affirmation with every order.

Think I'll source a taco joint.

Just coffee,
black, extra shot.

You always wear a suit
to get your palm read?

Yeah. Not surprised
you caught this one.

It's on every morning zoo in America.

You mind?

So, I, uh, I went to the scene.

Wires, speakers, enough e.M.F.
to make your hair stand up.

Don't even think about getting a reading.

Oh, and, uh, if this hadn't have
been two psychics that bit it...

I would have just chalked this up
as being dumb and accidental.

And I know, I know.
This whole town's supposedly calling ghosts.

But that takes some serious
spellwork and some serious mojo.

The only books this lady had were Oprah crap.

When was the last time
you actually saw a real psychic?


Anyway, this is good.
And, uh, how you been?

And what can I get for you?

Pancakes, side of pig.
Coffee, black.

You are a virile manifestation of the divine.

What the hell did he say to me?

Oh, it's funny?

Yeah, no. Go ahead.
Laugh it up, Sam. Hilarious.

- Dean...
- Oh, he speaks.

- Look...
- Sam,

we're both here.

All right, the chance of either one of us
leaving while people are still dying out there...

You might as well bite the bullet
and work with me on this one.

- I don't know if I can.
- I'm not asking you to open up a can of worms.

Okay, I'm not even asking you where the
hell you've been for the past week and a half.


I'm just saying, let's try and
stop the killings. That's it.

- Okay.
- Okay?


May I help you?

- You're the brothers from the...
- Oh, no, no, no, no.

The Winchester guys on the news
a couple weeks back?

- No... we get that a lot.
- Yeah, no.

Those depraved killers got put
down like the dogs that they were.

Yeah. Us on the other hand,
we're completely harmless.

Oh, yeah!

I'm sorry.
Silly me.

And I can see by your energies,
you're completely gentle.

Excuse my friend.
She's excitable.

Sweetheart, look at them, hmm?
They're FBI.

I'm Russian.
We can spot the law.

You must be here about the tragedies.

Oh, we're just beside ourselves
about what happened.

Yeah. And so close
to festival season, huh?

- Yeah. No...
- Of course we are worried.

We have no idea
what's going on, huh?

Let me know if I can help you.

- I'm highly intuitive.
- Nikolai Lishin, spoon bender?

World famous.

Come to my demonstration
at the festival, huh?

I teach you to harness
the power of your mind.

Come, let's leave them be.

So glad we decided
to vacation here, huh? Right?

All right.
Here we go.

First death.

Second death.

- What am I looking at?
- Well, see this?

Now, this is Imelda Graven, death number one.
She was brained by her own crystal ball.

Bummer, and ironic.

- Same necklace?
- Yeah. See, Imelda gave it to Goldy in her will.

- Okay, so, cursed object, maybe?
- Worth looking into.

Goldy's next of kin
lives in town, also a psychic.

Oh, good.
I haven't had my fill.

He broke my spoon.

Melanie Golden?


Got a minute?

- You want me to stay?
- No, that's okay.


- Thanks for stopping by, hon.
- Of course.

A friend.
She just heard about my grandmother.

Which is, I guess, why you guys
are here, so come on in.

I just got back.

- You were out of town?
- Yeah, I work the circuit...

hotels, conventions, you know.

Wait. No offense, but...

you don't seem all that psychic.

Why do you say that?

Well, I mean, just, you know,
where's all the...

- crystals and pyramids?
- I'm off the clock.

Also not psychic.

- What? It's an honest living.
- Interesting definition of "honest."

Well, I honestly read people.

It's just less whoo-whoo,
more body language.

Like you two.
Longtime partners, but...

a lot of tension.
You're pissed.

And you're stressed.

It's not brain surgery.

It's kind of why my grandma
and me didn't get along.

I mean,
she'd go full smoke-machine,

but she still actually believed
in all that stuff, so...

- You don't?
- You do?

I've got an open mind.

You'd be surprised.

I'm sorry to have to ask, but there's
a necklace of your grandmother's.

Don't have it. Everything
went straight to the Emporium.

- She had a deal with the owner.
- The Emporium?

You're looking for something.

- You're good.
- You "Jimmy Tomorrow"?

- We're looking for a necklace.
- Oh. Romantic.

It would have come in
with grandma Goldy's effects.

Oh. Yes, yes.

Now, you do know that this
is the Orb of Thessaly.

We did not know.

Very powerful,
Very rare.

Let me guess.
Very expensive.

Worth every penny.

Well, in that case,

we'll be taking the state's-evidence discount.

- What's going on?
- A murder investigation.

That we'd like to personally
thank you for not obstructing.

You know, I give
private energetic readings.

- No, thanks.
- A loss weighs on you.

You're angry.

It's complicated.

Come see me, agent.

Thanks, Jimmy.
We'll see you.

The bureau's gonna reimburse me
for the necklace, right?

Oh, we'll send you a check.


Went a little "Mentalist"
on you there, didn't he?

All right. Next question.
What's an Orb of Thessaly?

I know one thing...
it's made in Taiwan.

Oh, a fake, around here.
Imagine that.

'Course, that means that
whatever's killing mediums...

is still out there.


He probably should have bent those
with the power of his mind.


- We met at the station.
- Right. Morning, agent.

Uh, this is Agent Borne.

So, what happened?

It's a weird one.
Chest full of cutlery.

All right. We're gonna take a look around.
Let us know if you get any leads.

Oh, I got leads
coming out of my ass.

As of 9:00,
our tip line had 46 calls,

all from clairvoyants that know
what really happened.

What's the popular theory?

It's a toss-up between a ghost and some
sort of ogre that only attacks Russians.

- Policing Lily Dale sounds fun.
- It was either this or Los Angeles.

So, these clairvoyants,
did they give any details...

as to why they thought
it was a ghost? Or a...

- russian ogre?
- Their spirit monkey said so.

Plus, apparently, this guy claims
he had a vision of his own death,

cutlery and all.

Excuse me.


- Agent Borne? It's Melanie Golden.
- Everything okay?

Did you mean it when you said
you had an open mind?

I hadn't checked it until today.

I mean, the only person who ever called
my landline was my grandma.

- That's okay. Go on.
- Look, I wouldn't put any stock in it.

I mean, she was always calling me with some...

crazy dream she was sure was a sign,
that kind of thing, but...

is it true Nikolai had a real vision of his death?

That's what we were told.

Well, so did she...
the day she died.

- What'd she say?
- Well, you can listen to it if you want.

She said she was in a seance,
then the lights go, it's freezing.

Wait, she said that?
That the room got cold?

Yeah. Why?
Is that important?

What? What is it?

A ghost.

The real deal.

Come on.

- You're serious.
- Yeah. See, there's fake whoo-whoo crap,

and there's real whoo-whoo crap.

Well, yeah, but...


Oh, trust me.
There's a lot weirder out there than that.

So "The X-files" is real, or you just
stopped talking like an FBI Agent.

Well, um...

We're not FBI agents.

- I need a drink.
- I support that.

You know, if this is a spirit,
it ain't your average spook tied to a house.

- I mean, this thing is boogieing all over town.
- Not surprised. I mean,

how many crystal balls do
you figure there are in Lily Dale?

Somewhere between 50 and all of them.

Well, I mean, quartz can act
as an antenna for spirits, right?

I mean, that's why mediums started
using crystal balls in the first place.

Well, that means that every storefront
in town has got a ghost satellite dish.

Exactly. And this place is packed
with people summoning spirits.

Yeah, but, dude, most of
these guys can't even call a taxi.

All it takes is one.

That's gonna be like looking for
a needle in a stack of fake needles.

It's worse. I mean, I'll bet you anything
some of these guys got real juice.

I'm not talking kill-people level.
I'm just saying, enough to make it complicated.

I hate this town.

All right, so, what?
Start hitting up the Miss Cleos?

I was thinking split up and canvass.
It's faster.

'Course you were.

What is it?

My brother?
Is he going back to prison?

Stay away.

His curse will drag you down.

Folks do turn jail into a habit,

you know?

Oh, no, no.
Don't fret.

I's always say, family...

is a pain in the ass anyhow!

Thank you, Sister Thibideaux.

No, child.

Thank the spirits.

Now, will that be cash or credit?

It's okay. Like I said on
the phone, he can help.

Phony lawman, huh?

Yeah, 'cause nobody
can relate to phony around here.

Well, if you can do something,

I don't care if you call yourself the Pope.

- All right. What happened, exactly?
- What happened is, I had a friggin' vision.

Something is coming for me.

- What's coming? Did you get a look?
- No.

But I sure felt it when it
started breaking my bones.

- I don't want to die.
- Okay. We'll figure it out.

The vision happened in here?

Yeah, by the cash box.

There any chance good-lookin' was watching?

What was that?

What the hell?!

Oh, my God.

- Oh, my God!
- Was that, I mean, an actual...

Bona fide. Yeah.

Well, no offense, but nobody's
having psychic visions around here.

This, uh, spirit, whoever
she is, is giving them out.

And then killing people?

Until we stop her.

Well, the good news is you said
you saw a clock and it read 2:00 a.m.,

so that gives us a little time.

Now, does anybody recognize
this chick?

You know, I swear I've seen her,
like in a painting or something.

- A painting? Like, a...
- No, not a painting.

In one of those old photos in the museum.

Lily Dale has long been a haven
for the psychically gifted.

Tortured elsewhere,
they're embraced here.

My own family
has a modest natural gift.

We also celebrate
our long and colorful history of...


Ectoplasm illusion,
circa 1890.

Never ended well for the siblings.

- Why is that?
- The strain of working together, or...

maybe just being around
each other all their lives.

Those two were the exception,
actually... the Campbells.

Got along famously.
Of course, that was just a stage name.

They weren't actually brothers.

That was a cover for their, um...

alternative lifestyle.

- Any other questions I can answer?
- Yes. Who are they?

Oh, the Fox sisters.
Among the founders of Lily Dale.

Kate Fox...

quite troubled, apparently,
but mesmerizing onstage.

She's said to be able to levitate objects...

and foretell one's death.

- That's her.
- Her older sister, Margaret...

- perhaps not a natural psychic.
- So, full of crap.

Yes, well, she didn't have
her sister's charisma,

but she looked after Kate.

Sometimes, one's true gift
is taking care of others.

- So, what happened to them?
- Lived here all their lives.

Lived here and died here?

Yes, well...
buried in the cemetery.

Great. That was very educational.
Thank you. Dean.

I'm sorry, I don't normally do
this during business hours,

but do you know an
Eleanor or an Ellen?

She seems quite concerned about you.

She wants to tell you...

pardon me...

if you don't tell someone
how bad it really is,

she'll kick your ass from beyond.

You have to trust someone
again eventually.

Anyway, don't forget to visit the gift shop.

All right. Hit up the graveyard, dig up Kate?

- All right. Wait a second.
- All signs point to her, Dean.

No. Just hold on
a damn minute.

Enough with "just the facts."

- We agreed...
- No, we agreed to work the case.

We didn't agree for you to be
a dick the whole time.


- You're pissed, okay? And you've got a right.
- Yeah, damn straight.

- But enough's enough.
- Says who?

Look, I'll work this damn case,

but you lied to me,

and you killed my friend.

No, I put down a monster who killed four people,
and if you didn't know her, you'd have done...

- the same thing.
- I did know her, Dean.

Yeah, which is why you couldn't do it.

Look, I get it.
There are certain people in this world,

no matter how dangerous
they are, you just can't.

Don't pull that card.
That's bull.

Look, if I've learned one thing, it's that
if something feels wrong, it probably is!

Usually, yeah.
But killing Amy was not wrong.

You couldn't do it, so I did.
That's what family does... the dirty work.

And I would have told you eventually,

once I knew that this whole "waving a
gun at Satan" thing was a one-time show.

I think it's reasonable to want to know
that you're off the friggin' high dive, Sam.

You almost got us both killed, so you can
be pissed all you want, but quit being a bitch.

I get why she's killing people.

I don't get why she's warning them.

Give them a taste
of the curse, maybe?

It couldn't have been a joyride.

Here we go.


- Back off, crazy eyes.
- Listen to me.

Why isn't anybody listening?

- You don't get a vote.
- No! Stop!


Nice timing.

Got it.
And, Dean, thanks.

They took care of it.

Okay, so...

What... just go home?

I guess.

Hey, why don't you come
stay with me a couple days?


- Just one more minute.
- It's fine, hon.

Oh, if you had that vision,
you wouldn't want to be here either.

Camille, it's okay.
Let's just go.

What is it?

Call them back! Now!

- Melanie?
- Dean, you have to come back.

What's going on?

- It's still happening!
- Wait, what do you mean it's...

She's still coming! Just tell me
what the hell to do!

- Listen to me. Calm down.
- Dean, just give me the phone and drive.

- Melanie? Hey. Get to the kitchen.
- Okay.

- She's here!
- All right, just go. Get salt.

It worked.
She's gone!

No, she's back!

- I'm out of salt!
- Find iron. Is there a fireplace?



Camille! Camille!

Camille! No!

Should have known that whole "good sis,
bad sis" story was just showmanship crap.

Oh, and it turns out that Kate was just trying
to warn people about her evil bitch sister.

And we burned her bones,
so that's gone.

- Dean.
- What?

- All we can do now is go stop her.
- That's not good enough, by a mile.

I know. Believe me. But...

- can we talk about this later?
- Hey.

How you holding up?

Been better.

- Listen, if you need for us to leave...
- I need you guys to leave.

- Okay, we will.
- It's just that...

Look, Margaret is still out there.

- What do you guys need to know?
- Is there anything that stood out?

Well, um...

She barely gave a crap about me.

I mean, I was just in the way.
She was all about getting Camille.

- Okay. That's something.
- One other thing.

She enjoyed it.

She was smiling.

I feel naked doing this in daylight.

Yeah. Let's just hurry up.

All right, Mags.

My lighter's juiced this time.

- Geraldo'd.
- Not good.

Never good.

Dean, if someone knew enough
to take Margaret's bones,

they're not kidding around.
That's serious binding magic.

Great. Psychic ghost bitch on a leash.

- We got to find those bones.
- So we got to find the bonehead.

So, what? We call Bobby, see what it
takes to harness the power of a ghost?


Hey, Sam, you know why
I'm not going to spend my money...

at the annual Lily Dale E.S.P. Festival
and hot-dog-eating contest this year?

Can't imagine.

Because all the headliners are dead.

You know, after Nikolai...

they asked Camille to take his spot.

I mean,
she's so popular.

- Was so popular.
- Okay, all these people...

would you say that they're the,
uh, you know, top dogs in town?

Well, it's not really like that.

But they were all doing well.
I mean, your grandma?

She wrote a few books.

Yeah, and Imelda was on
"the Nate Berkus Show" twice,

so, yeah, I guess
they were doing pretty well.

You think that's why
she went after them?

I mean, if you had to guess,
who do you think would be next in line?

I mean, I don't know.

Well, your grandma was
headlining at the big hall,

so who do you think they
would ask to fill in for her?



- Hey.
- Agent. Are you here with my check?

I'm looking for someone
who bought some things from you.

How do you know from me?

I'm kind of doubting they sell
ash-wood altars at the Gas 'n Sip.

Let me see the list.

Here we go.
Credit-card receipt.

- I assume you want the address?
- That would be great. Thanks.

It's the least I can do.

I just heard about Camille Thibideaux.

Thanks a lot.

You're welcome.

Are you sure that'll work?

That should hold her off long enough
for Sam to find the bones and burn them.

- Hopefully.
- Hopefully?

Does it hurt 'em?
Burning their bones?

I never really thought about it.

Probably, yeah.


Where's the altar?

It's there!

You're not a necromancer.

- This is a lamaze class, I swear.
- I believe you.


- Dean, it's the pawn-shop guy.
- How do you know?

He goose-chased me to
a friggin' pregnant yoga class.

All right, well, figure out
where he put her bones.

I will.

Fast, Sam.

Somehow, I just knew you'd be back.

Hi, Agent.

- Put the skull down.
- Okay, okay. Take it easy.


All right.
That's enough.

- Is she gone?
- I doubt it.

But she can't get past the line, right?


- Nice binding spell.
- It doesn't matter.

She helps me because she wants to.


Damn it. I hate when they do that.
Get the salt. Go.


Margaret and me are the same.

We're the real thing.

But guess what.
Sometimes the real thing...

just isn't pretty or entertaining enough.

When I show people what I'm
capable of, it scares them.

I can't pay my rent!

Get behind me.

That's as far as you go, bitch.

Margaret's happy to kill for me.

She likes the leash.

- You're sick.
- You know what else I am?

A real psychic,
you dick-bag.


Sorry, handsome.

Where are the rest of the bones?

These people don't deserve to die.

Oh, come on!
Are you kidding me?

I live in squalor 'cause I can't
put on a show like them?

Don't do this.

- They're in the bedroom, aren't they?
- No.

You're not getting in there.


Too bad.

In the bed?

- They were in the bed?
- Yeah.

I can't believe he was boning her.


- Can I get you anything else?
- Just a refill.

And if you affirmate me,
I'm gonna punch you in the face.

All righty then.
Coffee, coming up.

I can't wait to get out
of this frickin' fortune cookie.


I'm gonna go, um...

- do something outside.
- Okay.

- Hi. Have a seat.
- Hi.

- Oh, thank you.
- Yeah.

You didn't stick around
so I could say thank you.

No reason to thank me.

- You saved my life.
- Yeah, but not your friend's.

Well, you didn't send that ghost, so...

Thank you for coming to kill it.

You and Sam seem a little better.

You could tell that
from the walk up?

Take it or leave it.

Also guessing you're not so keen
to come visit here again,

so this is goodbye.

Wish we'd met on a better week.

I wish I had better weeks.

But, uh, hey.
You never know.

It's not like you can tell the future, right?

Well, answer's hazy.

Try again later.


- Hey.
- Hey.

That's your stuff.

Yeah. Yeah.
I figured we'd take one car.

Works for me.
You still want to break my face?

Uh, not at this moment.

Look, you know what?

You were right.
About Amy.

If she was just any monster,

I'm not sure I could have
let her walk away.

I don't know.
I mean, I'll never know.

- So, what are you saying?
- What I'm saying is...

I get why you did it.

You were just trying to
make sure no one else got hurt.

But here's the thing. You can't just look
me in the face and tell me you're fine.

I mean, you're not sleeping,
you drink for the record...

- Oh, here we go.
- Look, whatever.

Last one to preach. I know. But...

Just be honest with me. How are those the actions
of someone who knows they did the right thing?

- You want me to be honest?
- Yeah.

I went with my gut.
And that felt right.

I didn't trust her, Sam.

Of course, ever since Cass,
I'm having a hard time trusting anybody.

And as far as how I been acting...

I don't know. Maybe it's
'cause I don't like lying to you.

You know,
it doesn't feel right.

So, yeah, you got me there.
I been climbing the walls.

I know how that is.

But, hey...

If I learned one thing
from that museum,

sibling acts are tough.

Don't compare us
to that hall of crazy.

We're like poster kids of functional
family life compared to them.

- It's a low bar.
- Well, hey...

grading on a curve has got me
past everything since kindergarten,

- so don't knock it.
- Whatever you say.

I still want to know how that guy bent my spoon.

Forget it, Sam.
It's Lily Dale.