Supernatural s03e09 Episode Script

Dad's gone now.
He wants us to pick up where he left off.
What do you say we kill some evil sons of bitches and raise hell? That knife.
What kind of blade can kill a demon? Yesterday, I'd have said there was no such thing.
Won't stop a demon, if that's what you think.
Who are you? That smarts a little.
- What do you want? - Want me to help you out or not? The second you find out this Ruby is a demon, you go for the holy water.
- You don't chat.
- No one was chatting.
- Why didn't you send her to hell? - She told me she could help you.
She knows what your weakness is: Me.
Think something's wrong with my brother? No.
Demons lie.
Last I checked, Dean's still going to hell.
Everything in its own time, Sam.
You'll have to do things that go against that gentle nature of yours.
On the bright side, I'll be there with you.
That little fallen angel on your shoulder.
That was just a terrible, terrible party.
But there was this one really beautiful woman there.
- You should've gone home with her.
- I did.
Mm.
- I need a few minutes.
- All right.
There's a bottle of '89 in the fridge.
Good.
Oh, God.
What the? Paul? What is it? It's my teeth - Janet! - Help me! She was so scared.
I couldn't do anything to stop it.
And I've talked to the police and I've talked to the medical examiner.
No one can explain it.
Well, that's why they put the call in to us, Mr.
Dutton.
But the CDC, that's disease control, right? What do you think, it's some virus? We're not ruling out anything yet.
- Mr.
Dutton, did Janet have any enemies? I'm sorry? - Anyone have a reason to hurt her? - Wait.
What? What are you saying? That somebody poisoned her? We have to cover every base here.
But, I mean, what kind of poison? - You think a person could've done this? Would anyone want to? What? No.
No.
There's no one that could have Mr.
Dutton? Uh, everyone loved Janet.
Okay.
Thank you very much.
We've got everything we need.
We'll get out of your way now.
Dude seem a little evasive to you? I don't know.
I was under a sink pulling this out.
Hex bag.
- Oh, gross.
- Yeah.
Bird bones, rabbit's teeth.
This cloth is probably cut from something Janet Dutton owned.
So we're thinking witch.
Uh, yeah, and not some New Age Wiccan water dowser either.
This is Old World black magic, Dean.
I mean, warts and all.
- I hate witches.
- Ha.
Always spewing their bodily fluids everywhere.
- Pretty much.
- It's creepy.
It's downright unsanitary.
Yeah.
Well, someone definitely had it out for Janet Dutton.
Yeah, someone who snuck in and planted the bag.
What are we thinking, looking for some craggy old Blair Bitch in the woods? Could be anyone.
Neighbor, coworker, man, woman.
That's the problem.
- They're human like everyone else.
- How we gonna find them? This wasn't random.
Someone in Janet Dutton's life had an ugly ax to grind.
- Find the motive - We find the murderer.
Yeah.
Amanda.
- Hey, Amanda! - Oh, Elizabeth.
Hi.
Sorry.
I've got a thousand things on my mind.
Are you okay, sweetie? You didn't come to book club.
Yeah.
Sorry.
I was gonna call.
I just I got busy.
You know? But I'm fine.
Really, I am.
Thanks.
This dinner was cooked for you, Paul Arthur Dutton.
Now you're going to eat it.
Check the car.
- Sam? - Got it! - You okay? - What the hell is happening to me? Someone murdered your wife.
They're trying to kill you.
That's impossible.
If we hadn't been following you, you'd be a doornail right now.
- Now, who wants you dead? - Ugh.
- Come on.
Think.
- There's a woman - Okay, a woman? Okay.
- An affair.
A mistake.
She was unbalanced, blackmailing me.
I put an end to it a week ago.
- What's her name? - Wha? - What could she have to do with? - Paul, what is her name? No.
No.
No! That's a curve ball.
Yeah.
Three per wrist, vertical.
She wasn't fooling around.
Yeah.
Looks like she was working some heavyweight evil here.
Yup.
Oh, God! Frigging witches.
Seriously, man, come on.
We know where she got the rabbit's teeth.
Paul sure knows how to pick them.
It's like Fatal Attraction.
- Yeah.
- Why does a rabbit always gets screwed on the deal? Poor little guy.
You know what I don't get, Dean? If she was so bent on revenge, why do this? Well she got Janet Dutton, thought she'd finished off Paul.
Decided to cap herself, make it a spurned lover's hat trick.
Maybe.
This doesn't look like a TV room of a bright and stable person, you know.
No.
But then there's this.
Another hex bag? Come on.
Looks like we got a hit, huh? Little witch-on-witch violence? I guess.
I'd like to report a dead body.
My name? Yeah, sure.
My name is Why are witches ganking each other? I don't know.
But I think maybe we got a coven on our hands.
All right, all right.
I'm going.
I'm not fooled by your little book club, by the way.
I know what you get up to when I'm gone.
It's all dish and gossip.
- Hi, Ron.
- Oh, hello, Elizabeth.
When's the last time anyone actually brought a book? Good night, Ron.
All right.
He doesn't know? - You didn't tell him? - About Amanda? I think that's book-club business, don't you? - Thank you, Tammi.
- Police just took away her body.
- We're gonna pretend it didn't happen? We loved Amanda.
It's true.
But we know that she was a little, well, unstable.
- Also true.
And we have to face it she probably killed Janet Dutton.
People just don't spit out their teeth all of a sudden.
We have to stop.
We have to stop book club.
This has all gone too far.
Elizabeth, just take a deep breath.
Calm down.
We can't stop.
But people are dying.
Ahh.
Amanda killed herself, yes and, yes, she killed Janet.
Awful, awful business, of course.
But that's all over now.
And think about what book club has gotten us, hmm? Your husband's promotion.
That little trip to Hawaii that you won.
And what about me? My home pottery business is finally taking off.
And you wanna just stop? Do you wanna stop? Okay, now, come on.
We don't have much time.
Ron gets back from his fantasy football in an hour.
Book of Shadows, we kneel before you.
Let us serve your master as you serve us.
Book of Shadows, we kneel before you.
Let us serve your master You must have a green thumb.
Excuse me? Getting these herbs to grow out of season like this.
It's quite impressive.
I'm sorry.
I should have introduced myself first.
I'm, uh, Detective Bachman.
- This is Detective Turner.
- Hi.
We're following up on Amanda Burns' death.
Going around talking to her neighbors and stuff.
But didn't she? I mean, she killed herself, right? Maybe.
Maybe.
We heard you were friends with the deceased.
Yeah, I guess so.
Do you have any idea about her practices? - I'm sorry.
What practices? Her house was littered with satanic paraphernalia.
- A regular black Sabbath.
No.
That But she was an Episcopalian.
Well, then we're pretty sure she was using the wrong Bible.
Elizabeth.
- Are you all right? - I'm fine.
Uh, Renee, these are detectives.
They say Amanda was - She was practicing - Sorry, detectives.
You can tell that Elizabeth is a little upset.
Of course, Miss? Mrs.
Renee Van Allen.
Would you like me to spell it for you? I'll get by, thanks.
This Amanda business has been hard for Liz, for all of us.
Yeah, I mean, you think you know a person Well, I guess we all have secrets, don't we? Well, thanks.
Um, we'll be in touch.
Have a nice day.
Bye.
I'm already sold on that Elizabeth chick.
You see that victory garden of hers? Belladonna, wolf's bane, mandrake.
Not to mention that flinch when we mentioned the occult.
Well, she's definitely had a good run lately.
Gone up a few tax brackets, won almost too many raffles.
The kind of thing black magic always helps with.
Yeah.
I don't think she's alone either.
Looks like Mrs.
Renee Van Allen won every craft contest she entered in the past three months.
A regular Martha Stewart, huh? Except for the devil worship.
I'm thinking that was the coven we met back there, minus one member.
Amanda was clearly going off the reservation.
Think they killed her to keep up appearances? - Seems like an appearance kind of crowd.
- Yeah.
If they killed a nutjob, should we, uh, thank them or what? They're working black magic too, Dean.
They need to be stopped.
Stopped like "stopped"? - They're humans, Sam.
- They're murderers.
Burn, witch, burn.
The hell? - Ruby? - Sam, listen to me, there's no time.
- What are you talking about? - Get out of town.
So this is Ruby, huh? - Never had the pleasure.
- Dean.
- Was hoping you'd show up again.
- Point that thing somewhere else.
- Ha-ha-ha.
Right.
- Sam, please.
Go.
Get in the car.
Don't look back.
- Why? I don't understand.
Hey, hot stuff.
We can take care of a few kitchen witches.
I'm not talking about witches, you jackass.
Witches are whores.
I'm talking about who they serve.
Demons.
- They get their power from demons.
Yeah.
And there's one here.
Now.
- What, you mean besides you? It knows you're in town.
It's gonna come.
It's more than you can handle.
Oh, come on.
What is this, huh? Tell me you're not listening to this crap.
Put a leash on your brother if you wanna keep him.
- Dean, look, just chill out.
- No.
No.
She's messing with your head.
God knows why.
That's who they are.
- I'm telling you the truth.
- Shut up, bitch.
I'm sorry, why are you part of this conversation? Maybe because he's my brother, you black-eyed skank.
Oh, right.
You care about your brother so much.
That's why you're checking out, leaving him alone? - Shut up.
Let me save him since you won't be here.
- I said, shut up! - Dean, no! What the hell were you thinking? What? What the hell was I thinking? She's a demon.
Period.
All right? They want us dead, we want them dead.
Funny, I remember that demon chick in Ohio.
Casey? You didn't want her dead.
Well, she wasn't stringing me along like a fish on a hook.
No one's stringing me along.
Look, I know it's dangerous, that she is dangerous.
But like it or not, she's useful.
No.
We kill her before she kills us.
Kill her with what? - The gun she fixed for us? - Whatever works.
Dean, if she wants us dead, all she has to do is stop saving our lives.
We have to start looking at the big picture.
Start thinking in strategies and moves ahead.
It's not so simple.
We're not just hunting anymore.
We're at war.
Are you feeling okay? Ugh.
Why are you always asking me that? Because you're taking advice from a demon, for starters.
You seem less and less worried about offing people.
It used to eat you up inside.
What has that gotten me? Nothing.
It's what you're supposed to do.
We're supposed to drive in the frigging car and argue about this stuff.
You go on about the sanctity of life.
Wait.
So you're mad because I'm starting to agree with you? No, I'm not mad.
I'm I'm worried, Sam, because you're not acting like yourself.
Yeah.
You're right.
I'm not.
I don't have a choice.
What is that supposed to mean? Look, Dean, you're leaving, right? And I gotta stay here in this craphole of a world.
Alone.
So the way I see it if I'm gonna make it, fight this war after you're gone then I gotta change.
- Change into what? Into you.
I gotta be more like you.
- What's going on with you? - I don't know.
- Ow! Sam, something's wrong.
- What? Bunch of knives inside of me.
- Dean? - Son of a bitch.
- Dean.
- Unh.
The coven, man.
It's gotta be the coven.
Unh.
Okay, don't worry.
Dean, I can't find it.
No.
Sam, what are you doing? Sam.
Sam! Unh! Oh, my God! TAMMl: Aah! Aah! - Let him go.
- Let who go? What are you doing? - You're insane.
- Lf you know about me then you know about this gun.
You're killing my brother.
Let him go.
Get away from the altar.
- What? - Now! You wanna kill me? Get in line, bitch.
Stop calling me bitch.
Go.
- What? We weren't hurting anyone.
- We don't even know your brother.
Stop the spell.
Or die.
- Five seconds.
- What? - Four.
- No, please.
Please don't kill us.
We were just getting Renee a lower mortgage rate.
Next time you point that gun at me, I'm not gonna disappear.
Understand? You saved my life.
Don't mention it.
What was that stuff? God, it was ass.
It tasted like ass.
It's called witchcraft, short bus.
You're the short bus, short bus.
Okay.
Maybe it's not you.
Or you.
Maybe it's you.
I don't know what he's talking about.
What are you talking about? All of you, everyone in your little coven, you've all had runs of good fortune.
Newsworthy good fortune.
Except for you, Tammi.
Why is that? You didn't want anything for yourself? Or is it because you're getting what you wanted? Like these women's souls.
I can't.
I'm not I told you.
Nice dick work, Magnum.
Let my brother go.
What's wrong? Couldn't find my hex bag? Sorry, sweetheart but your brother's lungs should be on the floor by now.
You're in a lot of trouble, Sam.
Tammi, what's wrong with your eyes? Tammi, what are you doing? Renee, shut your painted hole.
What? I will You can't Not in my house, Tammi Benton.
Look, you got me.
- Let the girl go.
- Wait your turn, young man.
Oh, my God.
Shh.
Lizzie.
It's okay.
You're not Tammi.
No, but I'm wearing her meat.
I had to break the ice with you girls somehow.
You killed Renee.
Renee, Amanda.
That's what happens to witches who get voted off the island.
- Who are you? - Ha.
Funny story, actually.
Remember all those dark, demonic forces you prayed to when you swore your servitude? Just who did you think you were praying to? This This isn't It can't be.
Oh.
What did you think it was? Make-believe? Positive thinking? The Secret? No.
It was me.
You sold yourself to me, you pig.
All I had to do was bring one good book to book club and you ladies lined up to kiss my ass.
No.
No.
We didn't know.
Oh, yes, you did.
You knew every step of the way and now your ever-living souls are mine.
Comments? Questions? Mm.
Sammy Winchester, wow.
Right here in our little town.
You know, my friends and I, we've been looking for you.
Why? Oh, right, because I'm supposed to lead some piss-poor demon army.
No, not at all.
You're not our messiah.
We don't believe in you.
But there's a new leader rising in the West.
A real leader.
That's the horse to bet on, Sam.
The one who's gonna tear this world apart.
Thing is, this demon doesn't like you very much.
Doesn't want the competition.
Nothing personal.
It's a PR thing.
So bye-bye.
Two for one.
Lovely.
Wait.
Please.
I just came to talk.
You made it out of the Gate.
Impressive.
It was a bitch of a fight, wasn't it? Doors out of hell only open for so long.
What do you want, Ruby? I've been lost without you.
Take me back.
That's why I led the Winchesters here.
- I told you so.
They're for you.
As a gift.
Really? Let me serve you again.
I've wanted it.
I've wanted you for so long.
You were one of my best.
But then again, you always were a lying whore.
You're really telling me you threw in your chips with Abbott and Costello here? Come on.
Get up.
I said, get up.
We've been here before, haven't we? Hmm.
She didn't tell you? Pretty mortifying, I guess.
She was one of mine.
I turned her out a long, long time ago.
Ruby, here, was a witch.
Of course that was when you were human.
Oh, didn't want your friends to know that all those centuries back you sold yourself to me? Embarrassing, I guess.
But don't worry, love.
No secrets where you're heading, remember? Go.
I'll clean up this mess.
Come on.
Go.
So the devil may care after all.
Is that what I'm supposed to believe? I don't believe in the devil.
Wacky night.
So let me get this straight.
You were human once.
You died, you went to hell, and became Yeah.
How long ago? Back when the plague was big.
So all of them, every damn demon they were all human once? Every one I've ever met.
Well, they sure don't act like it.
Most of them have forgotten what it means.
Or even that they were.
That's what happens when you go to hell, Dean.
That's what hell is.
Forgetting what you are.
A philosophy lesson from a demon.
I'll pass, thanks.
It's not philosophy.
It's not a metaphor.
There's a real fire in the pit agonies you can't even imagine.
No, I saw Hellraiser.
I get the gist.
Actually, they got that pretty close.
Except for all the custom leather.
The answer is yes, by the way.
- Sorry? - Yes, the same thing will happen to you.
Might take centuries but sooner or later, hell will burn away your humanity.
Every hell-bound soul every one turns into something else.
Turns you into us.
So, yeah.
Yeah, you can count on it.
There's no way of saving me from the pit, is there? No.
Why did you tell Sam that you could? So he would talk to me.
You Winchesters can be pretty bigoted.
I needed something to help him get past The demon thing? It's pretty hard to get past.
Look at you trying to be all stoic.
My God, it's heartbreaking.
Why are you telling me all this? - I need your help.
- Help with what? With Sam.
The way you stuck that demon tonight that was pretty tough.
Sam's almost there but not quite.
You need to help me get him ready for life without you to fight this war on his own.
Ruby.
Why do you want us to win? Isn't it obvious? I'm not like them.
I don't know why.
L I wish I was, but I'm not.
I remember what it's like.
What what's like? Being human.