Supernatural (2005–…): Season 7, Episode 11 - Adventures in Babysitting - full transcript

- Who the hell?
- Leviathan!

Stay the hell away from me.

Your world is whatever
I want it to be, understand?

Leave me alone!

You want to know the truth? You got away.
We got you out, Sammy. This is real.

You need to see a fella
named Frank Devereaux.

Bobby Singer sent us.

- You can't stop any of us. We can't be killed.
- These things are smarter than you.

You don't have a clue how to kill 'em or slow 'em
down, and your plan is, what? Go right at 'em?

Hello, boys. Years of demons nipping at your
heels, haven't seen one for months. Wonder why?

- We've been busy.
- Hunting Leviathan. Yes, I know.



You met that Dick yet?

- We should be friends, you and I.
- I'd never work with you, Crowley.

Okay, you sons of bitches.
Let's see what you're up to.

Go! Go!

Page the neurosurgeon on call.

He's not gonna die. It's one bullet.
He's gonna be fine because he's always fine.

So maybe I'm not real,
but I'm not going anywhere, Sam.

His eyes are open.

- Bobby?
- Hey.

Idjits.

Bobby?

- Thank you.
- Sure.

You've been here a couple nights in a row now.

What can I say?
I like the ambience.



- Get you anything else?
- No, thanks.

Thanks. Keep safe out there.

Hey, there.
You lost?

What?

Excuse me...

You're looking a little cabo wabo, there.

No.

- No, I'm fine.
- No. You're not.

I slipped a little special sauce into your
coffee while you were watching the skirt.

You do know we're venomous, right?

Looks like I didn't dose you
quite hard enough. That's okay.

There's more where that came from.

That's for the crappy tip.

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Dean, you know...

I wonder if we...

I mean, should we be telling people?
I mean, people he knew.

How long ago did I give Frank these numbers?
It's been a few weeks, right?

What, is he nuts, or is he just being rude?

Probably both.

Dean, I got to ask you a question.

Unless, of course,
something happened to him.

He can't get to the phone
because a Leviathan ate his face.

- Yeah, also a possibility.
- We should go check on him.

Dean, do you want to call
Bobby's people or not?

- Why is that our job?
- Because who else is gonna do it?

I'm not calling anybody.
If you want to, you go right ahead.

I don't want to call anybody.
You kidding me?

Well, I'm not getting it.

- Hello?
- Is Bobby Singer there?

No. He's...

It's not, but I'm a friend of his.

My dad asked me to call
Bobby Singer specifically.

Right. He's not here,
but, look, if you need s...

- Who was it?
- Just some kid.

For Bobby?

- Girl scout cookies?
- I think maybe...

Maybe a hunter's kid?
I mean, she sounded pretty scared.

You know, I have a caller I.D. Maybe we
should go find her. We can check on her.

What about Frank?

Well, Dean, I think we
should go find this girl first.

Sam, Frank's been working on the numbers
that Bobby spent his last breath on,

and you want to back-burner that?

Fine. You go check out girl scout.

- I'll find Frank.
- Fine. But you know what? On one condition.

If Frank is just spinning his wheels, then
you bail out on crazy and come meet me.

And thanks for drinking my entire beer.

I didn't touch your beer.
Mine's right there.

You probably drank it without noticing.

Right.

Hello?

We spoke on the phone earlier?

Hi.

I'm Sam.

You sounded like you needed help,
and I was in the area.

How'd you find me?

Your dad is in Bobby's address book.

So where is he?

Bobby?

He...

He's passed away.

Look...

- Krissy.
- Krissy.

I get it. You don't let strangers in.

But if your dad said you could trust Bobby,

then you can trust me, too.

Just so you know,
911's on speed-dial.

- One button.
- Yeah, sure. Note taken.

So you're a salesman, too?

Yep.

So your dad's on the road right now?

Been gone a while?

- He usually calls every night.
- How long has it been?

Five days.

It's just you and him, huh?

I know how that is.

Look...

Sometimes on the road,
crap happens.

So I'll help you track him down.

- Really?
- 'Course.

- Did he happen to say where he was going?
- Said he had a couple leads near Dodge City.

And does he have a desk or
something where he keeps his stuff?

Do you mind making some coffee?

Thanks.

Krissy. Hey, listen, so I think
I got an idea where to start.

So I'm gonna go.

Can I borrow this?

Yeah.

Thanks. Here.

Here's a number, in case you don't hear
from me in the next couple days.

Don't worry.

I promise I'll check in.

Don't say that.
That's what my dad said.

This can't be good.

Well...

Hi.

Frank,

we're amongst friends here.

Okay, acquaintances.

That's just what a Leviathan would say.

Frank, I'm not a Leviathan.

Oh, sure.

You're not a Leviathan.

Dick Roman's not a Leviathan.

Gwyneth Paltrow is not a Leviathan.

- Yeah?
- Trust me.

Okay. You know what, Frank? I think you've
been doing a little too much research.

They're anywhere, anyone.

Who's to say this ain't the day they come
for old Frank who knew too much?

They bleed black goo, right?

You want to see what I bleed?

Let's take the guns out of it, okay?

Okay.

See? Red-blooded American.

Now...

your turn.

- Look, I'm obviously not...
- Fair's fair, douchebag.

Yeah.

I'm glad we could share that together.

Grab your gun, come with me.
For God's sake, don't make any noise.

Why the downsize?

You!

"Hey, Frank, go dig up some
dirt on Richard Roman."

That night, I was burned off every I.P. I had.

Ears on my phones,
eyes on my house...

Wait. Dick's got people watching you?

Do I look like I know?

You think it's easy to see
this deep into what's real...

and also be bipolar with delusional ideation?

There is no pill for
my situation, sweetiepop,

so, yeah, best guess...
the bigmouths are onto me.

Next question.

All right. Well, what's the word on the bigmouths?

Their tentacles are everywhere.
I'm looking at bankers, military high-ups...

- This is why you didn't call me back.
- Hey, cut me some slack.

- You called me like four days ago.
- I called you four weeks ago, Frank.

What? No.

Really? Days, weeks...
quit busting my chops.

- What, are you kidding me?
- You cool your heels, Buster Brown.

Frank, I paid you 15 grand for this.

- Yeah, I get that.
- No, you don't get that!

Dick Roman is every card in my
hit deck. You understand that?

Those numbers, they got
something to do with him, okay?

Bobby died for those numbers.

Look, I'm sorry about Bobby.
I really am.

You know, this one
time, we were in Fresno,

- and we got stuck...
- No. No, no, no.

I'm not gonna play "This one
time with Bobby" crap, all right?

I'm not gonna get all warm and fuzzy
with somebody else who barely knew him.

- Just trying to make friendly conversation.
- This is not a friendship, Frank. I'm paying you!

Hey. You know what you need?

A little LSD,

- a little shiatsu...
- I'm out of here.

Hey, you want to know
what those numbers are?

- Bupkes. They're not lottery numbers, license...
- I know that, Frank. Thank you.

Which leaves us little else to
do but probability generate.

Come again?

You run most reasonable possibilities...

for a levi-related five-digit number...

written by a dying drunk, you come up flat.

Know what you start to wonder?
"Hey, maybe I'm missing a number."

- Well, how do you figure?
- Oh, I don't know.

Because Bobby was dying of brain trauma.

I just had a tickle there was a reason
nothing was popping out at us,

so I set up a program to run possibilities
for six numbers, seven, eight.

- But good news.
- Good news.

Never had to go past six,
because this...

my little lamb, is coordinates.

Are you sure?
To what?

A field in Wisconsin.

No.

No, Bobby didn't give us coordinates
to some patch of weeds in Cheeseville.

No, he gave you coordinates to a parcel
recently purchased by Willman, Inc.,

a subsidiary of...

Richard Roman Enterprises.

- So what do we do?
- Stay away.

Or, if we're stupid...

we go there and set up surveillance.

Matthew Havlena...
found in a ditch off the interstate.

- Cause of death?
- Missing five pints of blood can't have helped.

Puncture wounds,
femoral arteries and carotid.

- So, what? Some kind of animal attack?
- Or a vampire.

That usually gets at least a chuckle.

- Find Frank?
- Yeah. Those numbers? Coordinates.

Dick bought some land.
We're headed there now.

Wait, wait, wait.
You're just gonna drive right up to...

Relax. It's a field,
not the death star.

Dick's at a T.E.D. conference.

- It's all over the Huffington Post.
- Wait, wait, wait.

- Since when do you read?
- Know your enemy, Sam.

What's going on with the girl?

I don't think she even knows
her dad's in the life.

So far, I got three missing truckers
and one blood-free body.

Good times.
All right, well, keep me posted.

Got the equipment arranged. Come and
get your costume on. We can scoot.

"Costume"?

What?

- What the hell's so special about this place?
- I love a mystery.

Now get up in that cherry picker
and act like you're fixing something.

- I don't know how to drive that thing.
- You think I do?

Well, why do I got to be the sap that...

This one says "Manager."
That one says "Technician."

Sometime this month?

Yah!

Oh, crap.

Come on down, Tarzan!

- What?!
- Get down.

We need to move.

They got this place wired up the wazoo.

- They're watching us right now?
- Nah, nah,

they're just watching Cheech and Ed from Ma Bell.

You know, it's gonna be a little difficult
to set up surveillance if there's,

- surveillance everywhere.
- Right.

So we need to tap into theirs instead.

- All right, now what?
- You look horrific.

When was the last time
you really slept a night?

- Let's just work, all right?
- This is it.

We watch the screens.
I can take the first shift.

You're no use if you can't even...

keep your eyes open.

Dean, hey. So I think this guy
was hunting a Vetala.

Dad took one down back in the day.
Silver knife to the heart, twist, they're done.

He says they're maladjusted loner types like to
knock a guy out, drag him home, feed slow.

So, if Krissy's dad got grabbed,
there's a chance he might still be alive.

It'd be nice to get this girl's
dad back home to her, you know?

All right, I could use
your help. Call me.

Excuse me.

Your manager said that you
might be able to help me.

Sure. What can I do for you?

You ever see this man?

I might have served him the other day.

I think he may have gone to
talk to that girl out there.

Thanks.

Hey!

Can I talk to you for a second,

Sally?

You ever see this man?

- No.
- You sure?

It's not safe here.
Somewhere private.

Something's happening around here.

I'm afraid I'll be next.

- Tell me what you saw.
- I don't know what I saw.

Sally, run!

- How long was I out?
- 'Bout 36 hours.

What?

- Why didn't you wake me?
- Not your butler.

Come see this.

- What?
- This is where it gets good.

- Frank, you need to get out more.
- Not that.

Check out Sarah Palin.

- Who is she?
- Amanda Willer.

Surprise, surprise...

works for Richard Roman.

- What was she doing?
- Being a naughty, bossy little girl.

Well, I hate to ask for that
in the non-porno version.

They're surveying. They're getting
ready to build something.

- Build what?
- Exactly.

"What?" No idea.

- Well, how do we find out?
- We watch.

Patience, grasshopper.

Yeah, patience and me
aren't exactly on terms.

Well, then go out and kill something
or whatever you kids do to blow off steam.

What, you don't like my suggestion?

I don't think you're in a position
to be giving suggestions, all right?

I think you're one tinfoil hat
away from a rubber room.

- Did I mention you look awful?
- Yes.

Maybe because somebody I cared
about just got shot in the head.

And this is like shoving a rock up a hill.

And screw you.

Here's my advice
you didn't ask for... quit.

- What?!
- You want to keep going?

I want Dick Roman on a spit.

But you're gonna drive yourself
into the ground first.

Good plan.

I'm not gonna quit.

It's not even an option.
I'm not gonna walk out on my brother.

Okay, then, fine.

- Do what I did.
- What? Go native? Stock up on c-rations? Yeah.

No, cupcake.

What I did when I was 26...

and came home to find my wife and
two kids gutted on the floor.

Decide to be fine till the end of the week.

Make yourself smile because...

you're alive and that's your job.

Then do it again the next week.

- So fake it?
- I call it being professional.

Do it right,

with a smile,

or don't do it.

Dean, hey. So I think this guy
was hunting a Vetala.

- Dad took one down back in the day.
- No, no, no. Sam, that's not right.

- What's the guff?
- Says they're maladjusted loner types...

like to knock a guy out, drag him home, feeds...

Sam.

No. Who's this?

Who's this?

Sam told me to call if I didn't
hear anything back from him.

That ringing in your ears...

it's from the venom.

- Venom?
- Yeah.

They hit you with some kind of knockout juice.

You seem to be handling this pretty well.

Yeah. Well,

I was out there looking for you.

Lee Chambers?

I'm a friend of Bobby Singer's.

Krissy called.
She's fine.

She is.
She's just worried about you.

So how do we get out of here?

- They'll be back pretty quick here.
- Just the two of them?

Yeah, they're a tag team.
One of them knocks you out.

The other one dumps your rig or your
ride or whatever miles down the road.

It's a pretty nice system they got.

- They've been draining you.
- Yeah.

They tap you three, four times,
you're dead.

And let me tell you...

you can't see...

you can't walk.

I thought they'd kill me right off, but...

they don't have to.
They got nothing to worry about.

How many times they fed on you?

Three.

Did Sam tell you where he was going?

That's what I'm trying to figure out.
What did you tell him?

He checked my dad's room.

- There?
- Yeah.

Look, I really don't have time
to hold your hand here, so...

- What are you saying?
- I'm saying go wait in the living room.

Your dad may not want you to know
every single thing about him.

Where is it?

You mean everything about
the job my dad was working?

Sam said you didn't know.

Sam seemed competent, so I figured, fine.
I'll do what my dad always tells me to.

"Be a regular kid, don't say anything,
stay out of the line of fire."

"Let the adults work it out."

So much for that.

All right.
Hand it over.

Okay? I have had a long, long week.

All right, I get it.
You're a tough kid.

But I'm trying to get Sam
and your dad back.

My dad left,
and he didn't come back.

Sam left, and he didn't come back.

I give you the info, you leave,
you don't come back.

- I'm coming back.
- I'm coming with you.

No. No.
Hell, no.

I'm coming!

Or you're not going.

Now hand it over.

I can't.

I burned it.

- You what?
- But lucky for you,

I memorized it all first.

- Hey, I have a question.
- All right, here's the deal.

I'm a fun guy.
I'm actually awesome.

Okay? But right now,
I'm not in the mood.

I'm neck deep in some serious crap,
and if this wasn't an emergency,

I would drop your ass off at the nearest mall.

What serious crap?

Revenge crap, all right?
Now shut up.

Eat a cookie or something.

One thing doesn't make sense, though.
My dad's a pretty great hunter,

and your brother's the size of a car, so...

So how'd this thing get 'em both?

Vetalas usually hunt in pairs.

Sam and your dad both assumed
it was one thing hunting solo.

Why'd they think that?

Because they had the wrong info.

Or, best available.

Our dad took down a loner years ago.
Sam has his journal.

Your dad must've been
going on the same facts.

And you know different 'cause...?

Because I hunted one that turned
out to be two a couple years back.

And you never told Sam?
Wow, thanks.

How 'bout sharing that with the rest of
the class so we don't all get killed?

Sam was away at Stanford, smartass.

Sam went to college?

- I thought you said your dad was a hunter.
- He was. We were.

Sam quit, went to college.

You could, too, you know...

go to college.

Be a hunter/pediatrician.

Hunter day at the all-you-can-eat.

How's everyone feeling?
Good?

Strong silent. Fine.

I don't need much entertainment with my meal.

Hey, Sally, did I tell you about
the Vetalas I took down in Utah?

Yeah.

You remind me of them.

Except they were so much younger.

I tied 'em up.

Not because I had to.

More so...

I could take my time.

- You're lying.
- No.

I just want you to know how much
I enjoyed cutting up your sisters.

Shut up!

You ever actually work with your dad?

Sure.'Course.

No, I mean work,
not shoot cans in the woods.

I mean, I help all the time.

So, no.

Well, right about now,
your stomach should be pretty knotted up.

Not really.

Look, maybe this was a lot harder
for you when you were my age.

Oh, you think you're a good actress.

You're not.

- What are you talking about?
- Well, I hate to break it to you,

- but it's all over your face, you're scared.
- Quit treating me like I'm some girl.

I've been prepping for this my entire life.

Training's one thing.

Doing whole nother beast.

Wow. You really scared
me straight. Thanks, Dean.

- Why is that waitress getting into that truck?
- I'm not explaining the r-rated crap to you.

The front of the truck,
not the back, Dean.

All right.

What century is this?

- No one fist-bumps anymore.
- Come on. Give it up. Good work.

You're a dweeb.

- What the hell?
- I got an idea.

- How 'bout you stay here?
- Oh, you jackass.

Yeah, well, I'm the jackass who ain't
bringing a kid in there, period.

Why? I can do everything you can do.

I'll bring them back.
Trust me.

Please, they're probably dead.

- You don't know that.
- It's been days.

Probably just a pile of meat.

I've seen it.

People die, Dean.

I watched my mom get torn to shreds.

Let me go in there and kill them.

- No. Sorry.
- You're such a hypocrite.

- How come you get to do it and I don't?
- Because I'm the grown-up!

Give it to me.

- What?
- Your lock pick.

I will frisk you.

Thank you.

Good thing we picked up a new one.
This one's about tapped out.

- You want to finish him together?
- Sure. I love to.

Not so fast.

- Dad, hold on. I got you!
- Krissy, no!

Let her go...

or little miss sunshine here gets it.

What were you thinking,
bringing her here?

Now drop the knife!

She's just a child.

- Let her go.
- Yeah, I don't think we'll be letting anyone go.

- Daddy.
- It's okay, baby.

Everything's gonna be fine.

All right.
Enough with the family bonding.

- It's time for you to shut up.
- Daddy, no!

- Dean!
- He can't help you. No one can.

I guess I'll have to help myself, then.

Bad actress, huh?

Yeah, I take it back.

Yeah, I was hoping you'd stop by.

I wanted to thank you.

- It's no problem.
- No, you saved my life.

Krissy's, too.

Actually, uh she kind of saved ours.

Don't thank us.

Quit.

Your daughter's 14 years old.

She's already a hunter
with a kill under her belt.

I'm not trying to be a dick, but...

what do you think that does to her life span?

She could still be a regular kid.

You know, I got into this for a reason.

I know. Your family.

- That's the same reason you should get out now.
- I can't.

You ever know anyone who left the life?

No.

They all get killed first.

Well,

we should probably let you get some rest.

Yeah.

Dean!

Thanks for saying bye, asshat.

- Oh, what? Now you're sentimental?
- No.

Just wanted to tell you that you're
kind of amusing for an old man.

How'd you get out of them cuffs, anyway?

Girl's got to have her secrets.

Bobby pin.

You know, you could've
gotten yourself killed.

- I saved your bacon.
- My point stands.

But yes.

So guess I'm retiring...

- one and done.
- Really?

How you feel about that?

Who knows?

Maybe I'll go to Stanford like Sam.

- We're so lame.
- Yeah, we are.

Take care of yourself.

You know what?

Good for them.

Yeah.

It's nice to walk away from someone
and feel like they could be okay.

How about you? How you doing?
You all right?

No. I'm definitely not.

But,

you know, I mean, I think, maybe...

I just want to work.

Should I even ask?

- I'm fine.
- "Fine," meaning...?

You're right.
We should just...

work, right?

And figure out a way
to kick Dick Roman's ass.

Well, hey, we are the professionals.

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