Supernatural s07e09 Episode Script

You can't stop any of us.
We can't be killed, you stupid little chew toys.
These are smarter than you.
You don't have a clue how to kill them or slow them down.
And your plan is go right at them? - We've been busy.
- Hunting Leviathan.
You met Dick yet? I'd sooner swim through garbage than shake hands with a mutation like you.
I'd never work with you.
I hate the bastards.
Squash them all.
You need to see Frank Devereaux.
Bobby Singer sent us.
Or not.
Who? We need you to get us further off the grid but keep us on the board.
Wipe all your old aliases.
Change your phones on a very frequent, non-schedule schedule, you understand? You can't just tell me you're fine.
- Be honest? - Yeah.
I don't like lying to you.
It doesn't feel right.
Got me there.
I've been climbing the walls.
I know how that is.
[PANTING.]
[MELLOW JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING ON TV.]
[TV STOPS.]
Good night, sweetie.
[PANTING.]
MAN [ON RECORDING.]
: This is Nature Sounds' "Sounds of Nature," Volume 4.
"Soothing Seas.
" [WAVES ROLLING AND GULLS SQUAWKING ON RECORDING.]
What the hell? Leanne! [SNARLING.]
No.
No.
Stay away.
Leanne! [SCREAMING.]
MAN [ON RECORDING.]
: This is Nature Sounds' "Sounds of Nature.
" Did you strip enough wire? Yes, I stripped enough wire.
SAM: All right.
See? Told you.
Well, isn't this cozy? Yeah.
Well, Motel 6 just ain't leaving the light on anymore.
Well, I'm taking a page out of Frank Devereaux's bible on this.
Everybody is out to get you.
Paranoia is just plain common sense.
Weeks, guys.
Weeks.
We've been living with cold showers, cold Hot Pockets.
Cold everything.
This is the bottom that we're living in.
You get that? BOBBY: How many big mouths are out there? Running card traces, like Chet or hunting us down God knows what ways? No.
Now is not the time to be laying our bed rolls out on the grid.
Not if we can help it.
[BUZZING.]
That's just great.
This is stupid.
I mean, our quality of life is crap.
We got purgatory's least wanted everywhere and we're on our third The World's Screwed issue in three years.
We've steered the bus away from the cliff twice already.
- Someone's gotta do it.
- What if the bus wants to go over? - The world wants to end? I think if we didn't take its belt and all its pens away each year the whole enchilada would have offed itself already.
Stop trying to wrestle with the big picture, son.
You're gonna hurt your head.
So, what's the guff? SAM: Well, uh, there have been a rash of sightings all over the southern Pine Barrens.
A strange, fast-moving, human-like creature.
Locals even have a name for it.
"Jersey Devil"? I thought that was just local tall-tale crap.
The area's history of sightings goes back more than two centuries.
Some accounts gave it bat wings, others, uh, horns, uh, a tail and, oh, yeah, a horse's head.
The sketch looks more like a Chewbacca head.
- Sounds kind of mixed up.
DEAN: Yeah.
Like it should be fighting a Japanese robot.
Well, mixed up or not, it sounds like it might just have a body count.
"Camping high season harshed by human burrito"? Yeah.
Something hung a camper up in a tree then ate him alive right through his sleeping bag.
His wife hasn't been seen either.
Plus four other missing-persons reports in the last three weeks.
State troopers, get this, are saying it's a rogue bear.
When was the last time you saw a bear string up its own piñata? Something is out there in the woods.
Hey, we're going honest-to-goodness wilderness hunting.
Haven't used my thirty-thirty in a while.
Davy Crockett, safari is gonna have to wait till tomorrow.
After our suit-and-tie dance.
We'll make sure this is not just some backwoods crackhead who likes to roll glampers.
What the hell is a glamper? Sam? High-end camper.
TV, a.
c.
, Wi-Fi.
Back to nature, zero inconvenience.
- That's idiotic.
- Yeah.
Some people just don't know how to live.
[DOOR BELLS CHIME.]
DEAN: So, Ranger Evans Oh, uh, you can call me Rick.
Ranger Rick.
Heh, uh You were the one who found Mitchell Rayburn, correct? The human burrito.
State police have it down as a bear attack.
[CHUCKLING.]
Yeah, I read what the state police says.
That was no rogue brown.
Apparently, some others reported seeing something a little, you know, weirder.
You know, I've been a ranger for 12 years.
Tell you the truth, we have no idea what's out there.
Big, a lot of trees and whatnot.
Tell you this, though.
You gotta respect Mother Nature.
You respect her, or she's gonna string you up and she'll eat your ass right through the Gore-Tex.
So you're thinking it's Mother Nature? See, me and Phil we've been finding, uh, something's leftovers for weeks.
Deer remains, uh, badger missing pets.
Who's Phil? Uh, assistant chief ranger.
Come to think of it, I haven't seen Phil in a couple of days.
He's supposed to call from whatever station he's checking off.
You think maybe your assistant chief ranger might be missing? I should probably report that.
Excuse us.
Well, you enjoy your lunch, Ranger Rick.
So? BOBBY: Well, I took a look at the cadaver.
What's left of it.
Not a happy camper.
Don't have any stats on a Jersey Devil but the bite radius on the vic's wounds it's too small for a Leviathan.
And he's still got a ventricle and some change so I doubt we're talking werewolf.
And a Wendigo don't leave no scraps.
DEAN: Hmm.
Lunch? Starving.
Hey, uh, Brandon.
We grab a booth? Hey, uh, douchewad, a hostess will seat you.
Do I look like a freaking hostess? Do you wanna look like a hostess? That didn't really make sense, what you said.
What was that? I sure hope we don't get Brandon's section.
Sidewinder soup and salad combo goes to Big Bird.
TDK Slammer to Ken doll.
A little heart smart for creepy uncle.
- What is your problem? - You are my problem! Oh, Brandon has got his flare all up in a bunch.
Yeah.
There goes his 18 percent.
Heh.
Anyway, chief ranger? I don't think he believes in the Jersey Devil.
Oh, by the way, did he seem a little stoned to you? Ranger Rick? Yeah.
Definitely growing his own on the back 40 and smoking all the profits.
[SAM CHUCKLES.]
He did seem to think that there was something.
Oh, that is good sandwich.
What the hell did you get? New Pepperjack Turducken Slammer, limited time only.
Bunch of birds shoved up inside each other.
Shouldn't play God like that.
Don't look at me sideways from that Chinese chicken geezer salad.
This is awesome.
Like the perfect storm of your top three edible birds.
[CHUCKLES.]
Anyways, the ranger did seem to think there was something in Wharton Forest.
- I'd say it's safari time.
MIKE: She's big-boned.
BRANDON: Look at her.
You're telling me she's not fat? MIKE: Hey.
- No.
Up yours, Mike.
Shove it right up yours.
Well, anyway, back to bigger and better things.
[SAM SCOFFS.]
Couple of bucks.
Head-butting over turf, probably.
Pretty sure the other fella won.
I guess I forgot.
Before you were a hunter, you were actually a hunter.
Yeah, well, we shot our dinner when I was a kid.
You used to take us hunting.
Remember? Dad had a case, he'd just dump us on you.
You taught us most of the outdoor tracking we know.
Yeah, what I could get to stick.
[CHUCKLES.]
I never could get you little grubs to pull a trigger on a single deer.
You're talking about Bambi, man.
You don't shoot Bambi, jackass.
You shoot Bambi's mother.
[INSECTS BUZZING.]
Well, looks like we found Phil.
Special agents.
Listen, I got your call.
But I'm not sure I got what you were saying.
Hey.
I think we found Phil.
That's what I said.
Heh.
Uh, I should probably call this in.
Yeah, yeah.
Solid move, Rick.
[PANTING.]
RICK: Uh, this is Ranger Evans up at Acher's Point.
Come in.
Repeat.
This is Chief Ranger Evans.
WOMAN: Go ahead.
RICK: I have a situation at Acher's Point.
[PANTING NEARBY.]
Ranger, I think we've got company.
Yeah? Who's that? Whoa! Ranger! DEAN: Ranger Evans! Ranger! [LEAVES RUSTLING.]
It's got him up in the trees.
- Lights off.
- What? - You think that's really a good idea? - Shut up, shut off, and listen.
[SLURPING AND SNAPPING.]
Damn thing is eating Rick.
Man, I liked Rick.
Wow, nice shot, Bobby.
Seriously.
We all got our gifts.
What about the rest of Ranger Rick? Ranger called in his 10-20.
His own will find him.
We got crap to do.
Built like a supermodel, but the thing was strong.
That's for sure.
Carried a full-grown man up a tree in nothing flat.
But it only took one bullet to bring it down.
And not even a silver bullet, just a "bullet" bullet.
[SNARLING.]
First one must have just stunned it.
All right, well, let's check its Hulk pants for some ID.
Ugh, that is just gonna ruin the leather.
Are you feeling okay? Yeah.
I feel great.
Gerald Browder, lived here in town, 235 pounds.
Whoa.
[DEAN WHISTLES.]
Well, apparently, he's lost a little pudge.
Maybe it's a lap band side effect.
Ha.
What the hell? I think we better have a look under Gerald's hood.
God.
His organs are swimming in the stuff.
You guys getting hungry? I'm hungry.
What's that? His stomach.
For a guy on a diet, Gerry here packed it in pretty good.
That's human right there.
That's fresh Rick.
Let's see.
Plus A pine cone.
A pack of gum in the wrapper.
That's older.
Maybe like, uh Maybe Ranger Phil or the camper.
BOBBY: What's that? SAM: It looks like a Yeah, that's a cat's head.
A glamper or two is one thing but you gotta be damn hungry to eat a cat's head.
Mm-hm.
Well, lookit here.
I'm no Dr.
Oz but I think that's his adrenal glands.
Okay.
And? Meant to be the size of hotel bar soap and bright orange.
Ugh.
That might help explain the strength.
Uh, but whatever this is, it's not the Jersey Devil but it sure as hell ain't Gerald Browder anymore.
Okay, guys, seriously.
It's time for dinner.
Gerald Browder, 35, self-employed.
Air conditioning repairman.
Missing person number three.
Disappeared eight days ago.
Well, that explains all the people who got eaten in the last eight days.
Yeah.
Question is, what happened to him? [DEAN GRUNTING.]
Dean.
Uh So, what do you think? I'm not that worried about it.
Excuse me? That's funny, right? I could give two shakes of a rat's ass.
Is that right? Do rats shake their ass or is it something else? Eh.
[DEAN CHUCKLES.]
- Give me that.
- Whoa, whoa, why? There's some funky chicken in the TDK Slammer, ain't there? Yeah.
This is stupid.
My sandwich didn't do anything.
I don't know what you think you're gonna find.
There's something wrong with you.
Are you kidding? I'm fine.
Pfft.
I actually feel great.
[CHUCKLES.]
The best I've felt in a couple months.
Cass, black goo.
I don't even care anymore.
And you know what's even better? I don't care that I don't care.
- I just want my damn Slammer back.
SAM: Dude, you are completely stoned.
Just like Ranger Rick was.
Just like the dinner rush back at Biggerson's.
And everybody is loving the Turducken.
I think you pissed off my sandwich.
That's in me? Only half of it.
Does that snot look familiar? Okay, so whatever turned Gerry Browder into a pumpkin head and is turning Dean into an idiot DEAN: I'm here.
Right here.
- Is in the Turducken Slammer at Biggerson's.
- Yeah.
- It's in the meat.
If I wasn't so chilled out right now, I would puke.
SAM: How's he doing? He's sleeping it off.
Tryptophan coma.
So you think he's okay? Yeah, he's all right.
Good.
You don't worry about him? What, you mean before the Turducken? Yeah.
Yeah, I kind of mean more like ever since my head broke.
And we lost Cass.
I mean, you ever feel like he's going through the same motions but he's not the same Dean? BOBBY: How could he be? SAM: Right, yeah.
- But what if? - What if what, Sam? You know, you worry about him.
All he does is worry about you.
Who's left to live their own life here? The two of you.
Aren't you full up just playing Snuffleupagus with the devil all the live long? I don't know, Bobby.
Seeing Lucifer is fine with me.
Come again? I'm not saying it's fun.
I mean, to be honest with you, I kind of see it as the best-case scenario.
I mean, heh at least all my crazy is under one umbrella, you know? I mean, I kind of know what I'm dealing with.
A lot of people got it worse.
You always were one deep little son of a bitch.
[CHUCKLES.]
Wait, wait, wait.
Here we go.
[TRUCK BEEPING.]
BOBBY: Well, I guess we follow it.
[PANTING.]
[RUSTLING.]
[SCREAMING.]
[TIRES SCREECH.]
That's weird, right? National franchise getting meat from a place that looks like it wholesales Hong-Kong knockoffs.
Okay, yeah.
It's a little weird.
SAM: All right, well, I guess we wait till they close up shop go take a look around.
Hang on.
No.
Edgar.
Leviathans.
Son of a bitch.
What the hell is going on? Put him with the others, if you don't mind.
GAINES: Edgar.
Follow me.
I've been so busy with this experiment, I didn't realize you were back.
It's, uh, big stuff.
I'm back because of the experiment.
What's happening? You said you were refining the formula.
Yes.
Absolutely.
And it's going great.
Absorption rate is up, lower concentrations.
Didn't solve our little issue with adverse reactions.
Well, no.
Not a hundred percent.
[SNARLING.]
Burn them.
What? But they represent crucial test data.
Where the additive formula went wrong, where my initial projections failed.
Dick is coming.
Burn them.
SAM [OVER PHONE.]
: Nothing happening back here.
Yeah, okay, Sam.
They're pretty dug in, so you finish circling and head on back.
SAM: Right.
How's your head? Well, I think the Slammer has wore off.
In between that and 20 cups of coffee, I'm nicely tense and alarmed.
I wasn't talking about that.
Oh, Bobby, don't go all Sigmund Freud on me right now, okay? I just got drugged by a sandwich.
I wanna talk about your new party line.
Party line? What are you talking about? I don't even vote.
The world is a suicide case.
We save it, it just steals more pills.
Bobby, I'm here, okay? I'm on the case.
What's the problem? I've seen hunters live and die.
You're starting to talk like the dead ones.
No, I'm talking the way a person talks when they've had it.
When they can't figure out why they used to think all this mattered.
Oh, you poor, sorry You're not a person.
- Thanks.
- Come on, now.
All right.
You tried to hang it up and be a person with Lisa and Ben.
And now here you are with a mean old coot and a van full of guns.
That ain't person behavior, son.
You're a hunter.
Meaning you're whatever the job you're doing today.
You get a case of the Anne Sextons something's gonna come up and rip your fool head off.
Now, you find your reasons to get back in the game.
I don't care if it's love or spite or a 10-dollar bet.
I've been to enough funerals.
I mean it.
You die before me, and I'll kill you.
We need to scrape some money together, get you a condo or something.
Hey.
Something's up.
BOBBY: Well, I'll be a squirrel in a skirt.
It's Dick frigging Roman.
Who the hell is Dick frigging Roman? ANNOUNCER: Billionaire Dick Roman, seen here at a press conference has been on the corporate takeover warpath in the last months.
Shows no sign of relenting.
I believe in good old American values, like unlimited growth.
But it's like I always say, if you wanna win then you gotta be the shark.
And a shark's gotta eat.
Well, that's a great question.
Yes, we have made new acquisitions.
I don't believe in hostile takeovers.
I believe in merging, and coming out on top.
ANNOUNCER: Whether at the helm of his America's Cup-winning yacht or his Fortune 500 companies Roman has never shied away from the spotlight.
Roman's series of motivational seminars "When in Rome," have outsold every other money-making program.
A vocal member of the NRA and a supporter of the second amendment Roman has started attracting conservative political attention as well.
Roman is ruthless but good-looking.
I think he'll make a great candidate.
Another great question.
No, I am not running for political office at this time.
But I do have a number one bestseller.
DEAN: Holy crap.
What the hell is that? One of the top 50 most powerful men in America.
Says here top 35 as of last month.
Now it's all making sense.
Remember when Crowley kept going on about hating Dick? I thought he was just being general.
If the Leviathan got to him, then that means they're playing on a bigger board than we were thinking.
So what then? I mean, we can't exactly outgun them.
No.
But we got the drop on them.
Means we got a chance to figure out what these guys are really doing here.
Whoa, where did you get that mother? Ah, it's on loan from Frank's Big Brother collection.
It will pick up vocal vibrations from window glass at half a mile.
Well, it's time to find out what these ugly bastards are up to.
NARRATOR [ON TV.]
: The patient is put under general anesthesia.
The eye is immobilized.
Then a scalpel is used to sever the optic nerve.
When a macular detachment occurs, further visual field loss is GAINES: The food additive I've introduced into the Turducken has a near Once the subject tries it, they crave more within a few hours.
The first dose starts to work on their DNA slowing metabolism, causing weight gain and dampening their emotional range, which makes them perfectly complacent.
As you can see, they have yet to notice that Grandma is no longer with us.
NARRATOR: Both eyes were surgically removed with the incorrect clinical diagnosis If you leave out a cooked patty for more than an hour it reverts back to a somewhat unappealing state.
But I have yet to have a case of leftovers.
You know what I love? I mean, besides handball and a really crisp chardonnay.
I love progress.
And progress comes from collaboration which makes moments like this thrilling.
I am so glad to hear you say that.
Now, what can you tell me about your failures, hmm? My? The ones that went off the rails.
After they ate your little treats.
I, uh - They're They've been very instructive.
- No.
See, I asked for complacency.
Not complacency and a 0.
03 percent margin of hyperadrenalized cannibalism.
- I will have this under control.
Camping high season harshed by human burrito? Have I ever mentioned how I feel about our little forays making the papers? But, again, collaboration.
[WHISPERS.]
Progress.
I wanna turn this little mistake into a big, fat teachable moment.
Will you help me with that? Well, yes.
Heh.
Of course.
Our side is still dead, Bobby.
Anything with you? Yeah, same here.
I got Hold on.
Yeah, I got movement.
My side, second floor, meeting room.
I'll reschedule with the senator, you can deal with the archdiocese in the afternoon.
- Fine.
GAINES: Let me explain to you what our program has to offer.
No.
Let me explain why we're shutting your program down.
Shutting it down? You can't.
I'm shutting it down because of the one golden rule.
- Do you know it? - Yes.
Don't make the papers.
- And I promise that - No.
The golden rule is there's no such thing as monsters.
Anything stirs their little pots to the contrary, very bad for our plans.
So how can I use your mistake to communicate this to all your coworkers? Listen, sir, I will do anything.
I will give anything to make this right.
I know you will.
You're bibbing me? Do you know what you can give us, doctor? Your example.
DEAN: What's happening now? Wait.
DICK: Now, doc.
It's time.
Now I have officially seen it all.
Bobby, what is it? He's making the doctor eat himself.
- What? - He's They got him.
There are at least four Leviathans out there.
We don't even know how to kill one.
It will be a shock when we walk in through the front door.
SUSAN: We'll have the jet on standby at O'Hare.
Thursday morning, you close on the land acquisition.
Fine.
SUSAN: And this came this afternoon.
- Sotheby's.
- Outstanding.
Thank you, Susan.
Oh, and, Susan.
Eh No, you're not tied up.
We both know you're not gonna get past me.
How's your head? So you got Dick Roman.
We can have whoever we want.
We could have you, for example.
If you were worth the effort.
Oh, you're hurting my feelings.
Well, it's a hard world, Bob.
It's an us-eat-dog world.
- What have you got there? - Winning bid at auction.
Beautiful.
Known for their peerless sighting.
I imagine you appreciate guns.
I'd appreciate one right about now.
[CHUCKLING.]
But I mean the machine, the idea.
Just one of your species' most inspired inventions.
I mean it.
I really think you have spunk.
You're like a planet ofjust the cutest little engines that could.
But like the late, great, actual Dick Roman used to say to the whores he'd kick out of a presidential suite: "Cute don't quite hack it, sugar.
" Oh, let's just cut to the chase.
I clearly ain't worth the extra time I'm getting here.
I'm gonna eat you, Bob.
Yes.
But I like my meals prepared.
Holding onto you could pay big dividends.
I bet your friends are on their way to rescue the damsel.
No, they're too smart.
They know they don't have the numbers.
It would be suicide.
I've run my race.
Could die worse.
[DOOR OPENING.]
[GRUNTING AND SHOUTING.]
No! [GRUNTING AND SHOUTING NEARBY.]
I'd stay in the chair.
Okay, sons of bitches.
Let's see what you're up to now.
You're coming with me.
DICK: Sam.
That is not how we communicate from a place of yes.
That was bracing.
Where did you kids find this stuff? Hey! That's mine.
DICK: Ugh! - Go! Go! Would you stop it with that stuff? Damn it, where's Bobby? Bobby.
Come on.
Come on, come on.
BOBBY: Go! Go! Son of a bitch.
I'm glad you got in.
He almost took your freaking head off.
Hey, Bobby, your hat.
Bobby? Oh, God.
Bobby? Bobby? DEAN: Bobby? Bobby?