12x02 - Mamma Mia

[bunniefuu]

[ Grunts ]

[ Screams ]

Lucifer is gone.

To where?

I don't know.

Lucifer's running because he's weak.

Hell will never follow you.

[ Grunts ]

You gave me what I needed most.

I want to do the same for you.

Mom?

Toni Bevell. Men of Letters, London Chapterhouse.

Where's Dean?

Dead.

Put the g*n down.

[ g*nsh*t ]

I need you to give me names and locations and everything else.

Screw you.

Are you really gonna make me do this?

[ Screams ]

[ Grunts ]

You know what they say.

Good things come to those --

Thanks, Mom.

We stop trying to break his body. We break his mind.

Maybe you're not as good at your job as you think.

[ Grunting ]

No!

No!

[ Panting ]

Wow.

Isn't this much more pleasant, Sam?

I got to say, I did not see that happening.

[ Chuckles ]

Well, you know what they say.

Opposites attract.

Oh, we'll get there, Sam.

Just another couple of questions.

Hmm.

♪ Supernatural 12x02 ♪
Mamma Mia
Original Air Date on October 20, 2016

Fascinating.

But surely you exaggerate.

American Hunters can't be as bad as you say.

Yeah.

Uh, yeah, they can.

What, they're not in the U.K.?

No.

No, they work for us.

Tools.

They k*ll. They don't think.

Huh.

Who recruited you and your brother?

To whom do you report?

[ Scoffs ]

[ Sighs ]

We, uh...

We're not just gonna talk all night, right?

I haven't found anything on these surveillance cameras.

I mean, it's like they just disappeared.

How about you? Any of the local b*at cops see anybody that shouldn't be there?

It's pretty rural.

Not a lot of b*at cops.

I've checked all the motels, abandoned buildings.

No sign of Sam.

All right.

I don't know.

You know, check... real-estate offices.

See if anybody bought a place or rented a place.

I mean, these people had a freakin' plane.

Maybe they do things legit.

Okay, I understand.

I'll call you in the morning.

Cass, hey.

So, here's the thing.

It's been kind of weird here with, you know, Mom being back.

It's like we don't know how to act around each other, so we just kind of make this small talk and act normal, but it's -- it's so not normal.

Um, I'm -- I'm not sure.

What -- what has she said to you?

Well, nothing.

That -- that -- that's the whole point.

Okay, what have you said to her?

Well, nothing. I'm --

I don't know what to say to her, you know?

It -- it's -- it's like it's all just too much, and...I don't want to overwhelm her.

Don't make things needlessly complicated, as you humans tend to do.

I'll call you.

[ Click ]

Yeah. Great.

That's helpful.

Thanks.

Any news on Sam?

Um, so somewhere outsi-- here.

Somewhere outside of Aldrich, Missouri.

Cass is going through it with a fine-toothed comb, and I've cracked every database I could.

Every what?

Right.

No Internet your first time around.

Our house didn't have an electric typewriter.

So...are you really afraid of overwhelming me?

Mom, look, I am... thrilled that you're back.

I mean, I'm so damn happy, I-I-I can't even stand it.

[ Sighs ] I just... it's just gonna take me a second to catch up, you know?

Yeah, no, no.

Look, take -- take all the time you need, all right?

It's -- it is what it is.

And when we do find Sam... how am I gonna face him?

What do you mean?

That yellow-eyed thing would never have come for him that night if I...

[ Sighs ]

I started all of this.

It's just surprising that for all your efforts, yours and all the Hunters, monsters remain rampant in this country.

Yeah, we just, uh -- just keep plugging away, I guess.

Do you ever think -- and don't take this the wrong way -- that some of your soldiers may have been compromised?

Or bought.

I mean...

No, I-I don't, um...

Is everything all right?

[ Echoing ] Is everything all right?

No!

Is everything all right?

[ Echoing ] Is everything all right?

[ Screams ]

No!

I shouldn't -- I shouldn't be talking to you.

[ Breathing heavily ]

You'll have to admit, it was fun while it lasted.

What did you do to me?

An hallucination created by potion and powerful spell work.

So...was it good for you?

[ Sighs ]

Hm.

Sadly, I can't do the spell again.

Your brain would liquify, which we don't want.

Yet.

So...

I'll have to resort to less... pleasant methods.

Enhanced interrogation was never part of my job description.

But as it turns out...

...I'm a quick study.

[ Kn*fe plunges ]

Hey, how'd you sleep?

I had dreams all night.

Good dreams?

Stuff I'd forgotten about.

Funny stuff your dad did.

He was a great father.

[ Cellphone rings ]

[ Beep ]

Hey, Cass, what do you got?

I think I may have found Sam's location.

It's a farm.

It appears empty, but it was rented two weeks ago to a woman with an English accent.

Did you have a look inside?

No.

No, it's -- it's powerfully warded.

Powerfully warded?

Okay, see, buddy, that -- that was your headline right there.

Are we still discussing the same thing?

Where are you?

I'll text you the address.

Okay, got it. I'm on my way.

I'll get my coat.

Wait.

Uh Okay.

Why don't I take this one solo, okay?

We just -- we don't know what we're walking into here.

We never know. We're Hunters.

Right. Um...

Okay, I-I can't do my job if I'm worried about you.

Dean.

You won't have to be.

I can handle myself.

Okay?

All right, good talk.

Oh, boy.

[ Grunts, gasps ]

Good morning, Sam.

Let's start again, shall we?

Take our time.

I've cleared my calendar.

I would like names and locations of every Hunter... the passcodes to each and every Men of Letters database held in the bunker, and then -- oh, yes -- let's do discuss your relationship with the demon Ruby.

[ Cellphone rings ]

Mick.

You've been a bad girl, Toni.

And I've come to fetch you.

I have Sam Winchester.

He's close to breaking.

Just leave me be.

No can do.

You disobeyed orders.

Oh, and you should know, your Ms. Watt -- quite dead.

Courtesy of Dean Winchester and friends.

Rowena: Sent me to the grandest boarding schools, but I was a wee imp and ran away for a life in the arts.

Mother didn't speak to me until I became a star.

A star?

Of?

Uh, do you follow the Royal Ballet?

Not a bit.

[ Chuckles ]

The Royal Ballet.

You know, it reminds me a lot of my story.

I left school to work in a steel mill.

I rose up through the ranks, and now I own half a dozen.

[ Gasps ] You're not serious?

Crowley: More wine, madam?

You're like a boil that keeps coming back no matter how many times I have it lanced.

Let me guess.

Your dinner date is loaded, single, and possibly in delicate health.

What of it?

Well, just a s*ab, but you probably don't want me to reveal that his snookums is 300 years old and a witch.

Fergus, the man treats me like a queen.

It's my chance to leave behind monsters and demons and moldy hideouts.

So help me, if you muck this up.

Oh, I wouldn't dream of it, Mummy...

if you do me one tiny favor.

Help me with Lucifer.

Lucifer?

I have a score to settle.

[ Cheers and applause ]

[ Hard-rock music plays ]

[ Song ends ]

[ Cheers and applause ]

Man: Let's hear it for Vince Vincente and the rest of the band!

See you the next time around.

Good night, Cleveland!

Whoo!

I love you guys!

Man #2: Good night, Cleveland! We love you!

[ Door opens ]

[ Door opens ]

Hey, Vinny, we're hitting the town tonight. Come with us.

Check out the wonders of Cleveland.

Yeah, um... I'm good, thanks.

Tommy, Tommy, come on!

Yeah.

Hey, I'll catch up with you guys later.

Dude, you --

You got to start living your life, man.

You perform, you drink, you sleep, perform, drink.

I-I get it.

I get it.

Look.

Vince, it's been years since Jen d*ed.

All I mean, brother, is, don't you think she'd want more for you than just --

Get out of here, Tommy.

Go see Cleveland.

[ Sighs ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Whooshing ]

[ Electricity crackles ]

[ Gasps ]

I can't believe I let you talk me into this.

I'm your mother.

You have to do what I say.

Look.

They targeted the bunker.

They obviously know a lot about you and Sam.

They'll be expecting you.

I'm the last person they'd expect.

You were good at this, weren't you?

Very.

The thing is, Hunters... no matter how good they are, they all end up the same way.

You know when you d*ed, it changed Dad.

I mean, he was Hell-bent on finding out what happened.

The Hunter life, it just took him over.

I guess I was the same.

But Sammy -- Sammy, he was different.

He wanted out.

He went to school. He went to Stanford.

Sam had a chance to get out?

And he came back?

When Dad disappeared, Sam and I looked around, and something became very clear.

That the only thing we had in this world -- the only thing, aside from this car -- was each other.

[ Thunder crashes ]

♪

[ Screams ]

[ Water running ]

[ Electricity crackling ]

[ Thunder crashing ]

[ Static buzzing ]

Female voice: Vince.

Vince.

Hello, front desk?

Hello?

Vince.

Vince.

[ Thunder crashes ]

[ Panting ]

Vince.

[ Gasps ]

Vince.

No.

Jen.

Yes, Vince.

How?

Why?

I needed to say I'm sorry.

Swallowing those pills was selfish.

I've had to live all these years knowing how I treated you.

At the time, leaving you seemed fair since you left me so many times.

All I want is you.

That can happen, Vince.

What can happen?

You and me together.

Are you a ghost?

No.

I'm an angel.

Those are real?

Real and very powerful, Vince.

I can take away your pain.

Bring you peace.

You only have to do one easy thing.

What?

Will you invite me in?

Yes.

Ostende illum mihi quen quaero.

What's the bloody hold-up?

He's the one and only Satan in the phonebook.

It's witchcraft, not Google Maps.

And normally I'd have a piece of hair or a belonging to lock on to.

You don't even know what he looks like!

He has an aura.

Supreme evil.

Lo on to that.

Do I have to do everything?

I can't believe I'm once again down some dank hole seeking the devil!

When does it end?

It's exactly why I'm retiring to Boca Raton.

With Ben.

Ben?

Who makes oatmeal look fascinating.

He's successful, stable, and I'll outlive him.

[ Crackling ]

Lucifer?

I think so.

Yes. I'll give you the location.

No, no, no. Not now.

I just want to know who we're dealing with before we att*ck.

By "we," I presume you mean the Winchesters and their pet angel?

I don't need them.

Just you. [ Sighs ]

Look, it's obvious.

We got to put Lucifer back in the cage.

You're the only one that can do it.

[ Sighs ]

Should've known.

No, Fergus!

I'll not be involved in that nonsense again!

Maybe I should tell Ben about you.

Maybe just k*ll him.

Either way, it's bye-bye, Boca.

You are a hateful snake.

In any case, Lucifer can't be sent back to the cage while he's in a vessel.

He won't be.

Not by the time we're ready.

[ Vehicle approaching ]

[ Vehicle doors close ]

[ Sighs ]

Where's all this warding you mentioned?

It's cloaked.

It's very powerful.

You brought your mother?

Hello, Castiel.

Yes, he did.

You sure there's anyone inside?

No.

The agent said the lease was handled long distance, but someone warded the house.

I'm gonna go have a closer look.

Mom, I got this.

You can keep me from driving, Dean. Not from hunting.

I'm locked out by the warding.

I could use the company.

Thanks.

[ Knock on door ]

Dude, it's noon. Let me in.

Whoa.

Look at you.

[ Door closes ]

Pretty dressed up for rehearsal, don't you think?

Rehearsal.

Brother, are you okay?

Yeah, I just can't make it to rehearsal.

[ Chuckles ] Yeah, you got better plans?

I do.

Vince, I'm serious.

So am I.

All right.

Look, stop screwing around.

[ Grunts ]

I said I had plans.

[ Thud in distance ]

[ Whooshing ]

Son of a bitch.

[ Breathing heavily ]

Screw yourself.

Dean.

I'm as happy to see him as you are, 'cause while you may be able to withstand my snapping apart your body joint by joint, can you watch it happen to Dean?

[ Screaming in distance ]

They told me you'd be here.

Really?

Get off my furniture, squatter.

Lucifer.

Wearing Vince Vincente, second-tier star.

I would've thought Bieber was more your style.

You're either mad or dim.

I have a proposal.

I mean, why in Hell would you want to rule over a motley, witless crew of demons?

God's on sabbatical again.

You could reclaim Heaven.

Now, that's real estate that's worth ruling.

I can handle the branch office.

Hmm.

Or...I could raise my hand, smite you into oblivion.

Manete. Manete. Manete.

Manete. Manete. Manete.

Manete.

Problem?

Manete.

Manete.

Manete. Manete.

Mummy's little paralyzing spell.

Trust me, it works.

Trust me.

Not for long.

Oh...

[ Scoffs ] Holy water?

Yeah?

Ooh, ouch.

Don't bore me.

Well, actually, it's top-shelf sulfuric acid.

Harmless to you, I know, but to your vessel, not so much.

[ Acid sizzles ]

[ Screams ]

[ Panting ]

[ Grunts ]

Passcodes, Sam.

Not yet?

[ Grunts ]

Anything to add?

No. No, I just came by for some tea and a b*ating.

Really?

See, I thought you might be on for a little chat about your mate, Benjamin Lafitte.

I'm sorry.

You called him Benny.

You know, the vampire whom you released from Purgatory and befriended.

I see.

Well... the English are nothing if not patient.

[ Screaming ]

Now.

His essence, send it back to the cage.

Wah tay, fay roh lah!

Mother!

Manete!

Manete!

Manete!

It's not working.

Manete! Manete!

[ Sighs ]

Bad, bad Crowley.

Seriously?

You spoil that boy.

Dean.

Hey.

I thought you were dead.

I'm not sure that I'm not.

So?

I'll tell you.

I'll tell you everything, okay?

First off, who's Angry Spice?

She, uh -- she's -- she's Men of Letters.

Uh, British Men of Letters.

Is that a thing?

What the hell?

Aren't we supposed to be on the same team?

[ Door opens ]

Oh, God.

Gentlemen. So, to recap -- you live in the Men of Letters bunker, awash in the world's greatest collection of occult knowledge, and yet you know "nothing."

Right.

What a waste. [ Chuckles, coughs ]

It seems you apes have never read a single book.

The Men of Letters has a long tradition of intellectual excellence.

In London, we've undertaken exhaustive studies of even the most arcane topics.

For example, parts of the body most sensitive to intense pain.

The ear drum.

Decaying tooth.

Below the belt, of course.

And my favorite -- under the eyelid.

Did you know it's possible to die from pain?

[ g*n cocks ]

Get away from my boys.

Mom?

Yeah.

Drop it.

Ground.

[ Grunts ]

That's the ground.

[ Grunts ]

[ g*nsh*t ]

[ Gasps ]

Holy crap.

[ Grunts ]

[ Both grunting ]

[ g*nsh*t ]

Xi.

[ Gasps ]

k*ll the spell now.

[ Gagging ]

I'm not kidding.

sh**t me, and your mother has no chance.

The g*n.

[ Grunts ]

[ Gagging continues ]

[ Grunts ] Dean!

[ Gasps ]

It's okay.

She was using a Chinese mind-control technique.

Hard to do when you're unconscious.

Turns out this ape did read a book or two.

Mick: Well played.

Mick: What you were told is basically true.

We were keen on knowing about the two of you, seeing as you seem to be partially carrying on the Men of Letters' work here now that the American chapter is defunct.

So you sic your att*ck dog on us to what, say hi?

Well, part of our group suspect some kind of malfeasance amongst you American Hunters.

No argument -- Lady Bevell went too far.

I deeply apologize.

Mm.

She'll face consequences in London.

I'll tell you what, why don't you take a walk, and she can face those consequences right here and now?

She's ours.

We'll take care of her.

Now, I'm here to extend an olive branch.

We want to work with you.

Let me ask you a question, uh, Mick is it?

Why would we believe any of this?

Lads...if I wasn't sincere, if I meant you harm, there's a dozen ways I could've come in here and taken you all prisoner instead of being unarmed.

Not to mention I powered down all the wardings in this shack so your att*ck dog could come in.

I reckon you could finish me off without breaking a sweat.

Am I right?

I don't sweat under any circumstances.

[ Sighs ]

My number.

Take your time, cool down, and just think it over.

And what have you got to lose, except your worst nightmares?

Oh, that was fantastic. Thank you, Mom.

[ Chuckles ] All I did was point at some stuff on a take-out menu.

I would've cooked, but I, uh...don't.

Well, now, wait.

Your meat loaf was amazing.

Came from the Piggly Wiggly.

Sorry to burst your bubble.

But do you still like pie?

[ Chuckles ] I mean...

Sam.

You keep looking at me like I'm going to explode.

[ Chuckles ]

I'm sorry.

Oh!

But what do we think?

Are we buying that Brit's whole "Let's be friends" routine?

No. No way.

No.

Mmm.

Could you eat that any faster?

[ Muffled ] No. No, I cannot.

Well, we should call the Internet and find out as much as we can about these people.

Did I say that right?

So close.

Yeah, it was close.

You want any?

No. Uh, not now.

[ Sighs ]

You know, I got to say, Rowena, I took one look at you, and all I wanted was to snap your miserable neck again.

And keep it snapped this time.

But I think I've decided against it.

You won't regret it, sir.

I'm done with all this.

I'll stay far, far away, sipping martinis with republicans at my tennis club.

[ Chuckles ]

You're missing my point.

A witch as gifted as yourself, with access to the Book of the Damned to boot, would be much more valuable as a prisoner.

What?

How's that saying go?

Mm, friends close...

...enemies closer.

No.

No!

[ Knock on door ]

Yes?

Hey.

Hi.

Sorry. I hope I didn't wake you up.

I-I, uh...wanted to bring you this.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

I don't know if you drink tea, but...

I do.

Good.

Uh, and I wanted to say... if you ever want to talk, I know what it's like to come back and not feel like you really fit.

I just have so much about you boys to catch up on.

Mother stuff.

You know, first tooth, first crush.

Yeah. [ Laughs ]

I just have a lot of blanks to fill in.

Right, uh...

Dad's journal.

His writing, his words.

Helped me fill in some blanks, answer some questions I didn't know I had.

And, you know, it -- it -- it keeps him with us, sort of.

Thank you.

Good night.

Dean said you got out of hunting.

Yeah.

And yet here you are.

Well, this is my family. [ Chuckles ]

My family hunts, you know? It's what we do.

Mom.

For me... just, um... having you here... fills in the biggest blank.

[ Heart's "Lost Angel" plays ]

♪ As it was before ♪
♪ Shall it ever, ever be ♪
♪ Hear it on the crying wind ♪
♪ Hear it weeping on the sea ♪
♪ Lost angel, find us now ♪
♪ From the clouds above ♪
♪ Right down to the ground ♪
♪ Lost angel ♪

I will not get on that plane.

Yes, you will.

Your mission was to identify American Hunters and gain their trust.

That's what the home office wants.

Honey, not vinegar.

I have a dossier, and I am just getting started.

They've also had their fair share of successes.

If our goal is to end the supernatural thr*at here, we need to destroy every obstacle.

The Winchesters, these American Hunters, they're no better than the monsters they fail to control.

They need to be eliminated.

Mick.

If push comes to shove, your ladyship, I'm prepared for that.

You'll get your hands dirty?

Well, we have Mr. Ketch for that.

You'll send for him?

I already have.

[ g*n clicks ]