Supernatural (2005–…): Season 7, Episode 15 - Repo Man - full transcript

There is a new leader arising in the west.

Hi, Dean.
It's me, Lilith.

I don't think I like you anymore.

I'm gonna put up a barrier inside
your mind. Don't scratch the wall.

Maybe I'm not real,
but I'm not going anywhere, Sam.

Sam!

Aren't you full up just playing snuffleupagus
with the devil all the livelong?

I don't know, Bobby.
Seeing Lucifer's fine with me.

At least all my crazy's under one umbrella.

Ms. Havelock, you shouldn't have come.

I needed to see it for myself. After all that
tracking, all those hours we spent.



I mean, it's one thing to
study them in books. It's...

Do I smell menopause?

Well, if it isn't the wiccan bitch of the west.

Ms. Havelock, I know you're
the one that helped them find me.

- My God.
- Not in time to save our big girl here,

but still, you get a merit badge.

They caught you,
you son of a bitch!

No more murders!

- And you're going back to hell.
- Oh, Nora, Nora...

I'm gonna scoop you out like a pumpkin.

You know that?

Yeah, your scooping days are over, gomer.

All you got to worry about now is us.

You ain't the first demon we've
tracked down on this safari.



That's right. As a matter of fact,
I think you put us over half a dozen.

Looking for Lilith in all the wrong places.

Well, you're gonna help us with that.

If things are about to get messy,

maybe you should meet
the owner of this fleshy temple.

A puppy of a man.

You'll like him.

Jeffrey? Jeffrey, is that you?

Oh, God. No.

- You have to stop him.
- We will. We're going to, okay?

- We're gonna send that demon back to hell.
- Okay.

Please don't hurt me.

Jeffrey, before we can let him go...

Look, the demon knows where we
can find more of his kind, okay?

See, we're hunting them...

all of them. He's not gonna
give up his Rolodex easy.

Jeffrey, we're gonna have to cut in to him.

That means you.

The things he made me do to those women.

Whatever you have to do...

you have to do it.

Please just stop this evil piece of...

And on and on and on.

Frankly, he can get tedious
with this whole "good and evil" thing.

You know, you were right.

I like Jeffrey.
He's a decent guy.

In fact, he just signed off on his temple.

She's got other lieutenants.

- We already know that.
- We want names.

All right! All right!

His name is Merrick!
I swear!

You'll find him in New Orleans!

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Jeffrey?

Jeffrey, you awake?

Hey, you passed out.
You're in shock.

- He's gone?
- We exorcised him.

Try not to move, okay?
We're almost to the hospital.

Your brother?

My brother stayed back to clean
us out of that crime scene.

There's no reason to go down for a
demon's murders. You know what I mean?

All right.
All right, take it easy.

All right, you're good
to make it from here, right?

Okay, Jeffrey, no demon talk in the E.R.,
you understand me? You were mugged.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Thank you.

"Classified server"?

Got to be Devereaux, right?

Hello?

Thank God.

Frank, Frank, what do you got for me?

It's nice.

Kind of like a men's room with beds.

Avocado grime.

Takes years to build up a patina like this.

What do you mean you can't find him?
It's Dick Roman. Turn on CNN.

Didn't you see him at that press conference
in Phoenix? The bastard's everywhere.

You sure?

No, I don't.

I don't care that they've infiltrated
the luxury-boat industry, Frank.

Great. Call Kanye.

- Frank's still stumped on Roman?
- Yeah.

- All right, let's do this.
- Okay, so look at the victim profiles.

Same age, same hair color, body type.

The ritual mutilations line up exactly.

Who down there would've
let our demon out of the can?

He squealed on his superiors.
We made sure of that.

I mean, he should be down
under until Trumpet Day.

But two women killed in the last
two weeks, same parts missing,

- I mean, same old hunting grounds, even.
- All right, well, we can take a swing at it.

But you know it's all about the Leviathans now,
okay? They're the ones we need to be hunting.

Yeah, but, no.
I mean, not right now.

This one's ours, Dean.

It's unfinished business, apparently.

All right.

This is unit 32.
Repeat, unit 32.

We've got another one.
That's a 187.

Female, Caucasian, maybe late
30s, at the Henley auto-wash.

Unit 32, assistance is en route.

We got a real mess here, dispatch.

- Thanks.
- Thanks.

You know, every time we do this,
I wonder if today's the day.

We walk up, flash our tin to a bunch
of chompers pretending to be policemen.

I hear you.

Thought you guys might show up.
It's the drummer boys.

Agents Bonham...

and Watts, right?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, absolutely.

It's a pleasure to see you again, detective...

- Sutton.
- You know what? Pardon me.

- What was it? Detective...
- Sutton.

Oh, no problemo.
Detective Sutton.

- Sutton.
- Sutton, yeah. Hi.

- Sad to say, case looks to be open again.
- Are you sure?

Same tools.

Same cuts.
Same crazy.

Maes sense. I mean, we didn't catch
the critter last time, did we?

- And no suspects?
- Same as before.

Very thorough.

Cold-blooded.

- Thank you, detective.
- Anytime.

Hey.

- Sulfur.
- Damn it.

Better go check on Havelock.

This is it.

White magic only herbs and talismans.

- You sure about that?
- Careful, it's still drying.

I have a friend at the sheriff's office.
I know about all the new murders.

I'm doing what I can to protect myself.

I'm also translating some very old banishments.

Wow, these are good.

Thanks. I got an affinity.

But back then, that night in that
farmhouse, I was in over my head.

I know that now, believe me.
I will leave all that to the pros.

Well, you helped track it down.

- I mean, it was some solid legwork.
- When it came down to it, all I...

really knew was somebody who knew
somebody who knew the right number to call.

- And your number is not working, by the way.
- Right, we've had some...

- technical difficulties. Phone issues.
- It's a monster problem, really.

- So, you haven't had any contact?
- With the demon?

No, thank God.

I have one or two things to finish
in town, and then I'm leaving.

- Good choice.
- Have you found Jeffrey yet?

Who?

The man who the demon possessed.

The one you almost beat to death.

Yeah, Jeffrey.

That poor bastard.

Some demons tend to be
sentimental, don't they?

Always go back to the same host if they can.

It's a start.

I want to talk about Cinemax.

We're grown men.
We pay rent.

- Why can't we get Cinemax?
- Skinemax.

The halfway program advisers
have already weighed in on that.

Fine, fine.

- Bringing it up in group is not gon...
- I said fine!

Jeffrey, you have something pretty
big going down later this morning.

That's right, I guess.

I'm picking her up today.

I'm getting a dog... a rescue.

I had to get her spayed and shots and stuff,

but they said she's ready.

Jeffrey and I talked about this.

He understands that pet ownership
is a privilege, not a right.

He's gonna have to show the whole house
that he can handle the responsibility.

And that's what it's all about, right, Alan?

Handling it.

- Bye.
- You okay there?

Surgery's a bucket of laughs, huh?

You look good.

I'm sorry for the cone of shame,
but we got to keep these stitches in.

Okay. Okay.

Come on. Come on.

- Jeffrey?
- Jeffrey?

Hey! Okay.

Look, it's okay.
You're okay, you're okay.

Sorry.

- Just had to make sure.
- Make sure of what?

That I peed my pants today?

You scared my dog.

We did not want to do that.

Listen, Jeff, we got to talk.

Well, this is...

I know what it is.

Look, I know it must've been hard.

Do you even listen to yourself?

Oh, don't bother.

What do you guys want from me?

Well, we're pretty sure
the demon that possessed you...

- is back.
- What?

What do you mean?

You exorcised him, right?

He's supposed to be in hell.

Jeffrey, look, please just calm down.
Just have a seat, please.

I don't understand.

Three more women have been
murdered over the past two weeks.

No, no.

Same vic profiles, same forensics,
crime scene dusted with sulfur.

- We've got to assume that it's him.
- But we're here now, okay?

So if he comes after you,
we'll nail him just like we did last time.

What was her name?

- What?
- The last one he killed.

- Anna?
- Anna Paxton.

Marjorie Willis.

- She's the next one on the list.
- List? What list?

The demon used to recite it all
the time, like a grocery list.

He burned it in my head...

the names of all the women he was gonna kill.

He already had his victims chosen?

And put in a line in an order.

Wait. Why?

Demons aren't usually into the
obsessive serial-killer crap.

You know, they're more
just kind of all-around evil.

Why would he do this?

He said it was his job.

Jeffrey, did your guests sign in?

I'm really sorry, Alan.

They're friends of mine from
my days back at the post office.

- I didn't know they were coming.
- So, what do you think?

We really helped mess
this poor son of a bitch up.

Look at him. He's got a state-assigned dad.

Okay, just get them to
sign in when they sign out.

Jeffrey, look, I'm gonna go find
Marjorie Willis, keep her on watch, okay?

Don't worry. I'm gonna stay here just in case.

Excuse me.

You're right.
We just don't read anymore.

Marjorie Willis.

Librarian, indoor gardening enthusiast,

our demon's next organ donor.

Come on, Sam, talk to me.
It's been months.

When you left me at the E.R.,
I had three smashed fingers,

five teeth out, a broken wrist, nose,

cheekbone, collarbone.
I had to get 160 stitches.

Mugged.

The doctor on duty said it looked like
I got caught in the Spanish inquisition.

- And we're the good guys.
- They patched me up, mostly.

But I lost my job,
my health insurance.

I just started to drink
and drift, and I got lost.

Had some kind of mental break.

And I started to talk about what happened.

Man. Never tell.

Never... never.

- I know that now, believe me.
- So, let me guess.

Drunk tank to psych eval
to 72-hour forced hold...

to a nice long stay at
an institution of their choice.

Yes.

It's happened to friends of mine.

For a long time, I didn't care. The truth
was more important than where I was.

I was in no shape to cope
with the outside world.

Well, hey, you got out, you know?

- Holding it together.
- And now the demon is back.

Yeah.

I'm sorry, man.

I mean it.

About all of it, you know?

You saved my life.

I owe you for it.
I know that.

I owe a lot of people
for getting even this far.

I...

- Crap.
- What?

If he isn't already circling
the next woman, Marjorie,

than I think I might know where he is.

He had this special place...

where he kept souvenirs where he nested.

- Why didn't you tell us this?
- I didn't want to go.

- You don't have to go. We'll handle it.
- I do. I have to.

"Average annual rainfall...
Hackberry, Texas"...

Come on, Sam, pay
attention to me. I'm bored.

Civil war buff?

Damn it. No service.

Good girl. You stay.

Here's some jerky.

Stay.

Thing's not gonna pee in here, is it?

I don't know.

So, he'd get you this far, and then
he'd shut your lights out, yeah?

For some reason, he was very
secretive about this place.

But after a while, he'd only really sort
of cover my eyes when we walked in.

Okay, you think you can get us back there?

Right here in my discontinued periodicals.

Oh, that's it.

Red door down the hallway.

Yeah, there is.

This must be it.

All right, stay over here, okay?

You just stay here.
Don't move.

What the hell?

Hey.

Hey.
Hey, all right.

We're gonna get you out of here.

Hey, hey, I'm not gonna hurt you, okay?
But you got to stay still.

I'm pretty sure this guy's the
boring sort of chubby chaser.

Leave your name, number,
and nightmare at the tone.

Dean, where are you?
I'm scoping zero out here.

Not a good sign.

Surprised you haven't picked up on that yet.

It's right. There in the coroner's report.

Yeah.

In this latest round of killings,

our big girls had traces of heavy
tranquilizers in their blood.

Yeah, but our Demon's strong enough to make
Fat Betty do whatever he wants to, right?

So, why does he need the tranqs?

Think he's got a bad back?

Yeah, whatever is going on here,

you know that Demon's
not coming back to kill anybody.

This is Special Agent Smith.
Please leave your name, number...

Oh, no. That's every cellphone Dean's got.

One of them should've picked up, right?

- Big brother's probably dead.
- Shut up.

He said "shut up" to me.

That's what I'm talking about, Sam.
Real interaction again. I miss that.

The rapier wit, the wittier rape.
Come on.

I'll be good.

I'll even help you solve your little
Nancy Drew mystery or whatever.

No note.

A cellphone scrambler.

But, Luci, those are illegal.
Think, Sam.

Maybe this has something to do
with Dean's telephone blackout.

Latin, not suspicious at all.

- I've never seen this spell before.
- No. But you've seen this type.

Demon summoning. Why?

Why? To summon a demon, jackass.

Start looking at who.

- Okay, what do you mean?
- Look at the page.

- You know this handwriting.
- I know this handwriting.

Nora, stop it!
Calm down!

What is this?
What is this?

Why did Jeffrey have a demon
summoning in your handwriting?

Everything's happening the way
he said, the way he planned it.

- What plan?
- You can't help.

- You can't change it.
- Hit her.

Nora, tell me what is going on.

Sam, shake her up.
She knows what happened to Dean.

- Get this stupid cow to focus, will you?
- Nora, listen to me!

Whatever it is, you should be a
lot more scared of me right now...

because I'm 2 inches away from
you, and I can make you talk.

Do you understand me?

It's my son.

He has my son!

What were you thinking?

I mean, why would you even help bring
back a demon in the first place?

Not the demon.

Jeffrey!

Jeffrey?

Good. You're up.

What happened?
What's going on?

No one asked you to get involved,
to save me, to save anyone.

- What?
- Did you ever think...

that maybe I loved being possessed?

Did you? I loved the connection,

the power.
And I loved him.

Love of my life, actually.

- Oh, you got to be kidding me.
- He liberated me...

started me on my true life mission.

So you're the one with the
thing for all those women.

Aren't you, Jeffrey?

- You're a serial killer.
- I was nothing before he found me.

A shadow too scared to do
what I was brought here to do.

Too timid to live up
to my true potential.

So, what happened?

Redheaded mommy make you
stuff birds, put on dresses?

You shouldn't trivialize
other people's pain.

So, demon comes along,
rides co-pilot in your skull...

teaches you how to kill.

The list.

- That's yours.
- For years,

it was just a game I would play.

Every time I'd walk by
one of them in the street...

or see one on my mail route...

There's a sound that comes
from their brains. You know that?

Only I can hear it, like
an evil, little steam whistle.

Every time I saw one,
I'd follow her,

take down her address.

But I was never gonna do anything,
not till he came along.

He's the one who saved me.

And you sent him to hell.

I kept tabs on Jeffrey after the exorcism.

I even sent him care packages in the hospital,
but he never responded.

And then not long ago, he came to me.
He seemed healthy, put together,

except he wanted to know if there
was a way to summon the demon back.

He said he'd been doing some research.

It was mostly nonsense, but he
was convinced it was possible.

You really knocked the cork out of her piehole.

I sent him away.

I told him to get some more help.

The next day...

he called me.

He put my son on the phone.

He had taken him from his dorm room.

I gave him everything.
The ritual, the sigils.

But he kept my boy.

And then he sent me this.

My baby's ear.

- He cut it off because the ritual didn't work.
- Well,

that demon gave up some serious state secrets...
would've gone into big lockdown now.

- Not so easy to bring him back up.
- Jeffrey didn't care.

He told me to find out
what went wrong or else.

So finally, I found a summoning spell...
that would work for sure.

And that's when he said
I had another job to do.

Which was what?

When you came, I was
supposed to send you to Jeffrey.

He left a trail of bodies to make sure of it.

- "Blood of the exorcist"?
- Strongest summoning I've ever seen.

Requires the blood of the
exorcist who banished him...

your brother.

You see? It is all part of Jeffrey's plan.

Yeah. Well, new plan.

Tracking spell. Bavarian, Egyptian.
I don't care, dealer's choice.

Use the flesh of the body
to find the body and Dean.

Do you want the ear or the kid?

You're giving me the chills.

I like to think I know you pretty well.

Yeah, how do you figure?

I watched you torture an
innocent man to get out a demon.

Pretty charged situation...

Revealing.

You guys talked about a lot,
showed a lot of character.

God.

You were so desperate
to fix the world back then.

It kills you...

that people keep getting hurt...

and you just can't stop it.

Or I should say it's killed you, shouldn't I?

You know what?
Screw you.

Hey. I was there.

I was depressed, Dean,

because he was gone.

I was a wreck,

an emotional shell, a drunk.

- I was suicidal.
- I don't usually endorse suicide, but,

man, what stopped you?
It was Alan... at the house.

- You're kidding me.
- He's a really good rehab therapist.

Really helped me focus
on my goals, my attitude.

I have to say, I really benefited
from the whole program.

- Yeah.
- A life well-lived...

comes from the structured
pursuit of meaningful happiness.

I realized I was nothing without my demon.

Then I decided I have to get him back.

I'll be right back.

Hey, there, honey.
Come on.

It's a bitch of a recipe,
I must admit.

No.

Oh, you sick son of a bitch.

Hello, Jeffrey.

Dean Winchester.

As I live and breathe...

again.

- What are you doing?
- I'm thanking you, Jeffrey.

What are you doing with
this half-dead piece of crap?

Come into me.

We had a very special time
together, didn't we, Jeffrey?

It warms my heart to see you
haven't forgotten what I taught you.

You built on it.

You captured a Winchester.

You, Jeffrey. My pupil.

I don't want to be your pupil.

I want to be yours.

But I'm done with you.

My work is finished.

You can do everything now,

all on your beautiful own.

- No.
- No?

We don't do "no."
Remember, Jeffrey?

Keep sawing away at your ropes,
Penelope Pitstop.

We can dance standing up if you want.

So, is this what you do...

find postal workers, make 'em go postal?

I talent scout.
That's all.

Looking for the next generation of superstars...

before they get to hell,
like Jeffrey here.

He had all the raw material...

just bubbling in there.

All I had to do was loosen the lid on his jar,

- show him some practical know-how.
- Yeah, what about the kid?

This one?

I don't think.

Not much to work with.

No natural gift.

I'll probably burn this meat
off on my way to Vegas.

You've got to be kidding me!

You let go of my son!

Where do you keep coming from?

He'll be back, you know.
Back in black.

Go to hell.

Mom?

I got you.

I got you, baby.

Oh, God.

So, Jeffrey was just pretending
to be the victim.

Way back in that farmhouse during
the exorcism, he was just...

acting.

He was a psychopath, Sam.

That's what they do all the time, is act.

Act like they're normal,
act like they're not balls-to-the-wall crazy.

- You going to sleep?
- Damn straight.

Screw consciousness...
that's what I say.

No, no, Sam.

No nap for you, Sammy.

Oh, come on,
don't do that.

Let's talk, Sam.

I always enjoyed our special little
chats. Don't you want to talk?

Yeah, look at that. Something's
definitely different now, isn't it?

You let me in.

You wanted me, partner.

So you think you can use your little
tricks to banish me again like that?

No. I do believe I've got you, bunk buddy.

Got my finger wiggling around in your brainpan.

Come on, Sammy!
Come on!

Say it with me now.

Good morning, Vietnam!

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