Supernatural (2005–…): Season 12, Episode 3 - The Foundry - full transcript

I've been tortured by the Devil himself.
What can you do to me?
She's British. Men of letters.
Aren't we supposed to be on the same team?
Did you know it's possible to die from pain?
Get away from my boys.
- Mom? - Yeah.
Mom? A hunter?
You were good at this, weren't you?
Very.
Hunters... no matter how good they are,
they all end up the same way.
I never wanted this for you and Sam.
So the kid had ectoplasm leaking out his ear?
It's gotta be ghost possession.
Uhh!
They get angry enough,
they can take control of a person's body.
Vince, together, we can heal your sister Wendy.
We gotta put Lucifer back in the cage.
You're the only one that can do it.
Seriously?
I've heard of people coming back from the dead before.
But to actually do it, after 30 years?
I just have a lot of blanks to fill in.
For me, having you here fills in the biggest blank.
“Played out.” You're kidding. That place was great.
Another avocado toast? Please.
Yeah, but avocado toast with quail egg? Genius.
How many stars you giving 'em?
- Two. - Four.
You realize our ratings are just gonna cancel each other out.
Should've bought here when we had the chance.
I mean, new restos, new stores --
New prices. Neighborhood's been picked clean
by flippers and condo developers.
Did you hear that?
Yeah, it came from that house over there.
Yeah, but who'd want to live in there?
- Squatters or crackheads? - With a baby?
Call 9-1-1. What?
Do it! Okay, okay.
9-1-1, what's your emergency?
Hi, there's a baby in distress in an abandoned house at...
Nat!
Hello?
What?
Something touched my arm. I mean, it's something --
- We have to get out of here now. - Okay.
Castiel. What are you doing here?
Oh, I'm always up.
Angels don't need sleep.
Wish I had that problem.
Anyway...
I think I'll go try again.
Wish me luck.
Luck.
Castiel?
After you left heaven,
when did it start to feel like...
like you fit, like you...
belonged here?
Well, I'm still not sure I do.
Yeah.
Mary...
You do belong here.
Goodnight, Castiel.
All right, so what have you found on
Her Majesty's Secret Suckbags?
Well, I may have turned the bunker upside down
looking for any reference whatsoever
to the British Men of Letters,
and all I found
was this letter tucked into an old ledger,
uh, from the “London Chapterhouse.”
Okay, well, that's something.
Yeah, uh...
not so much.
Awesome.
Morning, sunshine. Some coffee?
No, thank you. I have to go.
Cass? Cass, wait up.
Hey. Wait a second.
Where you off to?
Cleveland, Ohio.
For what?
I think I may have a lead on Lucifer.
I found a police report in Cleveland
about a man whose eyes flared a glowing red.
It could be Lucifer in a new body.
All right. Yeah, that sounds like something.
We should check it out. No.
The Devil is free because of me.
Finding him is my responsibility.
Cass, you're gonna want some backup on this.
If it is him, I will call you.
In the meantime, I think you're needed here.
The hell was that about?
Mom.
What are you talking about? Mom's fine.
Sure. I heard her walking around all night last night.
I mean, don't we think she seems a bit...withdrawn?
You know, shaky?
Of course she's shaky.
She hasn't been on this planet
since Jane Fonda was wearing leg warmers.
Look, all she needs is a little R&R.
You know, some good family time...
she'll be aces.
Yeah.
Hey. Hey.
Hey. Hi. Hey. Morning.
Ooh. Oh, we can fry some more.
That's -- that's probably cold by now, Mom.
It's bacon.
Wow. We are so related.
Did you cut your hair?
I'm gonna keep it short
if I'm gonna go out on a hunt, you know?
Why give the bad guys the advantage
of long, pullable hair, right? Wow.
I've been trying to tell Sam that for years.
Did you say, uh, “going out on a hunt”?
I found a case.
I thought you were still struggling
with even the idea of the Internet?
I had Dean pick up some newspapers
when he went into town. Whoa, whoa. I...
You didn't tell me you were looking for a case.
I wasn't.
I just...found one.
Minnesota.
Two dead, locked room.
Victims had put in a call about a crying baby.
But the place was empty.
The only thing at the scene was their bodies.
Been five days,
and the coroner still hasn't put out a cause of death.
Seemed fishy.
It's probably nothing.
I just thought I might... get out there,
stretch my legs.
I-I thought you weren't down to hunt in the first place.
Well, things change, right?
Family hunting trip.
Sure.
All right. Meet at the car in 10.
What about the R&R?
W--
Look, man, Cass healed your s'mores foot, all right?
I got Baby back to mint. We're road ready.
And if Mom wants to hunt, I say we hunt.
You're gonna...
Nice bike.
There's a lot of things that have gone to seed
since you were here,
but the variety in snack food flavors
is not one of them.
We got your teriyaki jerky, we got your sriracha,
and we got your chili lime, which...
is my personal favorite.
Let's give chili lime a whirl.
Eh?
It's...good.
Artificial,
kinda tingly.
That's how you know it's working.
* I never want to die *
Hey.
* Born to be wild *
* Born to be wild *
Look...
I been around all stripes of Vince, all right?
Drunk Vince, depressed Vince,
megalomaniacal “I'm a Golden God” Vince.
The Vince who threw me through that door...
that wasn't him.
And it wasn't just his eyes, man.
I-I mean, the strength. He was like --
He was like an MMA fighter.
Hell, he was like 20.
If you hear from him,
don't hesitate to call.
Okay, Agent...Beyoncé?
I guess that makes me Agent Jay Z.
Agent Shirley Partridge, out of the Minneapolis field office.
These are my partners, Agent Cassidy and Agent Bonaduce.
This is a local case.
Why would the FBI be interest-- They're new.
Wanted their first case to have training wheels.
Mm.
We wanted to have a look at the bodies.
Now, you haven't filed a report.
Has there been any problem determining the cause of death?
Problem? No. No, no, no. I figured out the cause.
Just doesn't make any damn sense.
Is this a burn?
Frostbite. Yeah.
Both victims died of acute hypothermia...
in a 65-degree room.
When I opened them up, their hearts were literally --
and I mean literally -- frozen.
Wanna tell me how to present that to the public?
Or to their families?
So much for training wheels, huh?
Bumping into each other, working the same leads.
What are the odds, Cassie?
Fate brought us together. I'm not interested.
Why not?
We made a somewhat effective team against Amara.
It's been months, I mean months,
since we last tried to kill each other.
We both got very, very good reasons
to want Lucifer dead.
Besides...
...while you were gabbing with Vince's second fiddle,
I was ransacking his room.
Found these.
Postcards from his beloved sister Wendy.
Oh, lookie here. An address and everything.
Worth a look.
You sure you got the swing of that thing?
For the third time, yes.
Dean, it's analog. I'm good.
Right.
Mom, we got something over here.
Sam? Mom?
Dean?
Mom?
Mom. Sam! Dean!
Mom!
Hold on, Mom! We're coming!
Mom, get away from the door.
Ah!
Mom.
Ah.
Mom, you're hurt.
Let's go. Come on. Come on.
Okay.
Ready to head out? Go knock on some doors?
Doors? Yeah.
Talk to the neighbors, hit up the Hall of Records,
work the...case?
We still do that, right? Sometimes.
But the, uh, the Internet has made a lot of that legwork...
Obsolete.
I mean, I'm already in
the St. Paul Police Department database.
Anything? Yeah, a lot.
I got police reports filed from 2004...
uh, '91, '89, '85, '78.
All deaths. All kids.
Looks like it started with this girl here.
Elizabeth Moriarty.
You got all of that from that.
Yeah.
Mom...
Don't worry about it.
We'll teach you how to do this.
Hello.
I'm Agent Beyoncé,
and this is my, um...
my partner, Agent Zee.
Um, we wanted to ask you a few questions
about your bro...
...ther.
Do you think that happens to Sam and Dean?
Oh, all the time.
Vinny, please call me.
I got two federal agents asking for you.
Don't know what was with you yesterday,
but you're in trouble.
How right you are, Wendy.
Ah.
So...
Vince was here.
Yesterday.
Odd.
She's been recently healed.
Is that so?
Let me guess -- your brother got you up and walking again.
And how are you enjoying the use of those legs?
You know, the gift he gave you, I can take away like --
The thing that healed you,
that wasn't your brother.
Something...something else, something old and evil.
I...I think a part of you knows that.
We don't want to hurt Vince. We wanna help him.
He showed up out of the blue
and he fixed me like a miracle.
But he did it cold, like...
it was nothing to him.
Like he was running an errand. Barely said a word.
And then he just took off with his groupie friend.
His groupie friend?
Red-headed broad. Didn't say much.
So Vince's cabin in Sagamore Hills...
Apparently, all of his greatest records were written there --
“Serpentine,” “Theater of Mercy”...
I should've known there was something you weren't telling me.
Rowena?
So mother and I had an unfortunate,
if not rather embarrassing, run-in with Lucifer.
You're just mad because you're only my second choice
for a Lucifer-hunt team-up.
No, actually, I think it's sweet.
I thought your motivation was ambition and revenge,
but now I know you just wanna save your mother.
It's not about saving her.
Lucifer has made off with a colossally powerful witch
who, by the way, is the only person alive
who can slam him back in the cage.
He will either kill her, control her,
or she will offer her services to the biggest bad in the town
in order to save her neck, like she always does.
Do any of those sound
like particularly good outcomes to you?
You got any beauty spells locked up
in that witchy brain of yours?
Huh?
Thought this one would last a bit longer
before going all Keith Richards on me.
This vessel hopping's getting old.
Just as I get used to the limitations of one meatsack,
I gotta cut bait and jump to the next flawed lump.
Then you want me to make this vessel permanent?
Strong enough to hold you?
Does look good on me.
Show me what you got, Red. Huh?
I-I-I'd help, I would,
but I don't have the Book of the Damned.
I lost it.
You know damned well where you put it.
Did you see what I did there?
“Damned.”
Besides, you don't need the book.
Clever girl like you
must have it all up here by now.
And if I refuse?
I snap your neck again.
Only this time,
I'll rip your head clean off afterwards.
Hmm?
Mylings? Yeah, from Scandinavian lore.
Uh, children's spirits, vengeful ones.
“Their cries to help lure adults to their death.”
Anything about frozen hearts?
Uh, no, not yet,
but this is just from old, incomplete folk accounts.
We all know the lore isn't always 100%.
Hmm.
Mm, maybe, but...
All I know is, that little boy who grabbed me,
I...
He didn't wanna hurt me.
He was scared.
Yeah, um...
it must've felt that way, but, Mom,
the victims were all lured to their death by a baby's cry.
Uh, the spirit marked Natalia right before she was killed,
the same way the spirit marked you.
I mean, if we hadn't gotten there in time...
Well, look, we know all the kids' names, right?
We know that they're all buried locally,
so I say we salt and burn 'em.
That's the safe bet.
Agreed.
All right. Well, let's do that.
Sammy!
Help me.
Mom?
Hey, you okay? Mom?
Yeah, fine.
I'm fine. I'm fine.
I'm fine.
May-- maybe, uh, you should stay here.
Here.
Call if you need us. Okay.
All right?
Back soon.
Ramsey County Register of Deeds.
Hello, I'm looking for contact information
for the last owner of 1781 Chamberlin Street, please.
Uh...Okay, can't you just use the website like everyone else?
I'm not everyone else.
Please?
And...thank you.
Lucas...
was so cold.
I still don't understand what happened.
I checked on him just a minute before I found him.
How'd he get so cold so fast?
Gosh, sorry for going on like this.
Oh, don't apologize.
What did Lucas look like?
Well, he was so handsome.
Blond hair and these crystal blue eyes.
Anything else?
He had a scar on his cheek.
From the neighbors' dog.
Thank you, Cheryl.
I'm sorry for dredging all this up again.
Oh, it's okay.
Actually, it's kinda nice.
No one talks on the phone anymore, you know?
I've noticed.
Thank you again.
Grim work.
Yeah.
You know, I'm worried about Mom.
Why?
You're not?
She's back.
I mean, yeah, she's still working out the kinks.
We're all still working out the kinks.
But, I mean, can't we, for once,
just not turn everything into a problem?
You know, can we, for once, just have one good thing?
Mom's not a thing. Okay.
Look, I'm happy, too, Dean. I am. I'm overjoyed.
But...there's something about her.
I mean, something's going on with her.
Yeah, she's adjusting.
No, she's struggling.
I mean, she's trying to bury herself in hunting
to avoid dealing.
And how do you know that? Years of personal experience.
I don't know, man. Uh...
Like mother, like sons.
Mom?
Weapons bag is missing.
Lucas.
That's your name, isn't it?
I talked to your mommy.
She misses you so much.
Lucas, why did you bring me here?
Help...us.
Hello? Mom, where are you?
I'm at the Chamberlin house,
on a hunch.
Yeah, we salted and burned all the remains.
Yeah. Didn't work.
Okay, get out of the house and wait for us.
What? Hello? Mom?
Hello?
Mom?
Let's go.
Ash of the Hawthorn Tree.
The pattern?
A Druidic glyph.
I'm using a hybrid spell of my own devise --
Book of the Damned and Celtic magic.
Should give your vessel
the resiliency and strength of the mightiest tree.
Oh.
There's a woody joke in there somewhere.
Let's get back to that nagging little word -- “should.”
It's uncharted territory.
I-I can't promise the spell with last forever.
There's no known magic for that.
But it will last.
The final step.
Permission to speak, Dark Lord?
If -- when the spell succeeds
and you are restored to your full glory...
Will I just kill you?
I can be of value beyond this spell.
We'll see.
Thank you, my Liege.
Festina.
Red, what did you do?
Sped up the decaying process, my Lord.
You thought Keith Richards was bad?
Try Iggy Pop.
Oh, decapitation is
far too merciful for you, Ginger Bitch!
Aah!
No!
You can't destroy me! Not yet,
but I can send you far, far away.
Try finding a new vessel at the bottom of the bloody ocean.
Abi! Aah!
What's keeping you here?
Him.
You're the father of that little girl.
You killed them all,
all those ch--
Mom!
Mom. Hey. Come on.
Uhh!
Dean?
She's possessed.
My house.
My children.
Forever.
Mom?
You can fight this.
Mom?
Aah!
Mom.
The basement.
Go!
Mom? - Mommy's gone.
Don't. Don't make me.
Aah!
Aah!
I got you, Mom.
Aah!
If you're looking for Lucifer, you just missed him.
Cup of tea?
Until you forced me to get back in the game,
I'd tried to forget about Lucifer.
I loathe him,
and I loathe that I had any part
in letting him out of the pit he belongs in.
So you'll help us, then?
Good God, no.
That whole FBI pantsuit look?
Not my hex bag.
But if you get Lucifer cornered and find yourself in need,
I'm there.
Well, you gonna take a shower? Take a nap?
You really went through it today.
No, I'm okay.
And, um...
listen, apologies if, uh,
me and Sam hijacked or sidelined you in any way.
I mean, this was your case, you know?
And...well, you kicked ass. Again.
I kicked ass?
You saved me. I --
Yeah, but you were right.
You know, those kids were innocent.
I mean, hell, we didn't even know what Moriarty's deal was.
I do.
When he possessed me, I saw...
I felt it.
All of it.
When Hugo lost his child, he went mad.
Buried himself alive in his basement
and walled himself in and starved to death.
Damn.
But when new families moved in,
families with children,
he coveted those children.
So he took them. Killed them.
And somehow that bound their spirits to his.
What's where he got his power.
He was so...greedy.
Twisted.
Mom, it's okay. All right? You're home now.
No.
I'm not.
I miss John.
I miss my boys.
We're right here, Mom.
I know. In my head.
But I'm still mourning them as I knew them.
My baby Sam.
My little boy Dean.
Just feels like yesterday,
we were together in heaven, and now...
I'm here, and John is gone, and they're gone.
And every moment I spend with you reminds me
every moment I lost with them.
And I thought hunting, working, would clear my head.
Mom...
w-what are you trying to say?
I have to go.
I'm sorry.
I'm so...so sorry.
I just need a little time.
I love you.
I love you both.