12x14 - The Raid
Posted: 01/17/18 11:09
DEAN: Vampires.
DEAN: [ Scoffs ] Gets funnier every time I hear it.
DEAN: Vampires nest in groups of 8 to 10.
DEAN: Victims are taken to the nest where the pack keeps them alive, bleeding them for days or weeks.
[ Growls ]
[ Squish ]
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KETCH: We don't decapitate vampires.
KETCH: We irradiate them.
SAM: Cool.
KETCH: The toys are the fun part.
[ expl*si*n ]
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SAM: For obvious reasons, we don't trust the Brits.
DEAN: What the hell? Aren't we supposed to be on the same team?
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KETCH: I know all about the Colt.
MARY: You know, there's only five things in all creation it can't k*ll.
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SAM: You think Mom would've wanted this for us?
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MARY: Nothing comes before my family, not with me.
KETCH: Really?
KETCH: Or is that just what you want to believe?
KETCH: You're an excellent liar, Mary.
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SAM: Too bad
SAM: Mom couldn't make it.
DEAN: Yeah. I feel like something's going on with her, and she ain't talkin' about it.
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MARY: I have sort of been working with the British Men of Letters.
DEAN: So where does that leave us?
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MARY: [ Sighs ] Just... hear me out.
MARY: Please.
DEAN: Wow.
SAM: [ Clears throat ]
DEAN: Just wow.
MARY: Dean...
MARY: What the British Men of Letters are doing... what we're doing, it's a better way.
MARY: They...
MARY: [ Sighs ]
MARY: Look, I'm not blind to who they are or what they've done, but --
SAM: When?
SAM: When? When did you start working with them?
MARY: Since... before the lake house.
MARY: It wasn't Wally.
MARY: They brought me that case.
DEAN: You were runnin' an errand for the Brits.
DEAN: You kept it from us.
DEAN: Cas almost d*ed.
MARY: I --
SAM: A Hunter got k*lled.
MARY: Think I don't know?
MARY: I'm the one who b*rned his body.
MARY: I'm the one who told his wife.
MARY: I watch him die every night.
DEAN: Good.
MARY: [ Sighs ]
♪
[ Train whistle blowing ]
[ Beeping ]
[ Velcro rips, engine turns off ]
[ Side door slides open ]
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KETCH: Nice work today.
KETCH: I must say, this little beauty certainly worked as advertised.
KETCH: We barely had to lift a finger.
KETCH: Ah, the AVD.
KETCH: I do love a new toy.
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[ Air hissing ]
[ Coughing violently ]
[ Gasps ]
[ Groans ]
[ Thud ]
♪
KETCH: Mary?
KETCH: Everything all right?
MARY: I'm fine.
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WOMAN: - Ketch. [ Sighs ]
KETCH: -Serena.
KETCH: Oh, you're headed past the Armory. If you wouldn't mind.
KETCH: Unpack, reshelve, and my Sig Sauer could use a good scrubbing.
WOMAN: I have three PhDs.
KETCH: And we're all very proud of you, luv.
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MARY: I'm doing this for you.
MARY: I'm playing three decades of catch up here.
DEAN: And we're not?
DEAN: How do you think this has been for us?
DEAN: We're your sons, and you've been gone.
DEAN: Our whole lives, you've been gone.
DEAN: You said that you needed time.
DEAN: No, you said you need space.
DEAN: So we gave you your space.
DEAN: But you didn't need just space.
DEAN: No, you needed space from us.
MARY: That's not true.
MARY: Dean, I'm trying --
DEAN: How 'bout for once, you just try to be a mom?
MARY: I am your mother, but I am not "just a mom."
MARY: And you are not a child.
DEAN: I never was.
DEAN: So between us and them --
MARY: It's not like that.
DEAN: Yeah, Mary, it is.
DEAN: And you made your choice.
DEAN: So there's the door.
♪
MARY: Sam...
SAM: You should go.
♪
KETCH: Another nest terminated.
KETCH: No complications.
KETCH: Bit...boring, really.
MICK: Good. Well, boring's good.
MICK: And how's Mary?
KETCH: Excellent. As always.
MICK: She say anything about her boys?
KETCH: As I've said many, many, so many times, we don't need them.
KETCH: We already have the best Winchester.
MICK: Yes. But that's not your call, is it?
MICK: Or mine.
MICK: The old men want them on board.
MICK: As far as London's concerned, where Sam and Dean Winchester go, the rest of the American Hunters will follow.
KETCH: Hmm.
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[ Descending footsteps ]
DEAN: Dead guy in Akron.
DEAN: Body found two days ago.
DEAN: Throat ripped out, ear-to-ear.
SAM: Well, good morning to you, too.
DEAN: Read it.
[ Chuckles ]
[ Sighs, muttering ]
SAM: The guy was a-a known drug dealer with enemies.
SAM: His throat wasn't ripped out.
SAM: It was slit with a Kn*fe.
SAM: I'm not really sure this is our kind of thing.
DEAN: We don't know that.
DEAN: His blood could've been drained.
SAM: It could've been?
DEAN: You know what?
DEAN: You find us a case.
DEAN: 'Cause I need to hit something.
DEAN: Now.
SAM: You wanna talk about it?
DEAN: Not really.
DEAN: What was she thinkin', man?
SAM: I don't know.
SAM: Maybe we should ask her.
DEAN: What?
SAM: Look...
SAM: I-I am pissed and -- and frustrated and confused, too.
SAM: But we've frozen her out for days.
DEAN: She lied to us, Sam.
SAM: I know.
DEAN: For months.
SAM: I know, but it's Mom!
SAM: I mean, whatever she was doing, she must've had a good reason.
DEAN: A good reason? A good reason for working with those ass clowns?
SAM: Look, I hear you, all right?
SAM: But -- but at the end of the day, she's family.
SAM: We owe it to her to at least --
DEAN: All right, you know what?
DEAN: Screw it. I need a drink.
SAM: You...
[ Sighs heavily ]
DEAN: No, I need drinks. Plural.
[ Scoffs ]
DEAN: And this... whole peacemaker shtick that you've been running, first with Cas, now with Mom, it's getting old, man.
SAM: What's that supposed to mean?
DEAN: You're always playing the middle, Sam.
DEAN: For once, why don't you pick a side?
[ Scoffs ]
[ Ascending footsteps ]
[ Door opens ]
[ Door creaking ]
[ Door closes ]
♪
[ Engine turns off ]
[ Ignition alert chiming ]
MARY: Thanks for coming.
SAM: What's so urgent?
MARY: Sam...I messed up.
MARY: I know I messed up.
MARY: But what the British Men of Letters are doing, this is bigger than us, Sam.
MARY: We've got a real sh*t here.
SAM: sh*t at what?
MARY: A world without monsters.
MARY: A world where you and Dean don't have to hunt, where you can have normal lives.
SAM: I chose this life.
MARY: I know.
MARY: But you were going to school, to college.
MARY: And I get why you gave it up.
MARY: But what if you didn't have to?
MARY: What if there was a different future for you, for us?
MARY: That's why I'm doing this.
MARY: That is what I'm fighting for.
MARY: I am not trying to recruit you, but you need to know.
MARY: Things are changing.
[ Keypad beeping ]
MARY: Please.
MARY: Just let me show you.
♪
MARY: It's, uh, just in here.
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SAM: Wow.
MARY: Believe it or not, this is just their temporary base.
MARY: The Brits talk like they're roughing it.
MICK: Sam Winchester.
MICK: You didn't tell me your son was stopping by.
MARY: Didn't know I had to.
MICK: Anyway, welcome.
SAM: Yeah, um, you know, I really dig the whole low-budget Mission Impossible vibe, but I'm gonna head back.
MICK: You sure?
MICK: You're just in time for the briefing.
MARY: Mick.
MICK: I mean, that is, if you wanna hear how we're gonna exterminate every last vampire in America.
♪
DEAN: Sammy?
DEAN: Lucy! I...
DEAN: "Went out. Back later."
DEAN: Whatever.
DEAN: Oh, no.
[ Bottle thuds ]
[ Knock on door ]
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MICK: Where's Ketch?
SERENA: I don't know.
SERENA: He wasn't in his room and isn't answering his mobile.
SERENA: Should we wait?
MICK: No.
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DEAN: What'd, you forget your key?
[ Door creaks ]
KETCH: Hello, mate.
DEAN: How'd you find us?
KETCH: Well, this is a Men of Letters bunker.
KETCH: The location's no secret to us.
DEAN: Okay.
DEAN: Cool. Well, good talk.
KETCH: And whilst I understand that you're not feeling... warmly disposed to me, I wonder, what's your disposition to this incredibly rare, unspeakably expensive, bottle of barrel proof Scotch?
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MICK: Before we get started, we've got a few new faces.
MICK: This is Pierce Moncrieff, a hunter out of Baton Rouge.
MICK: Pierce meet Alton Morehead, our head of R&D -- weapons development, spell work, that sort of thing.
MICK: And Serena Colman, our Head of Security and Surveillance.
MICK: And, of course, you know Mary Winchester and her son.
MICK: Sam, please. Plenty of seats.
SAM: I'm fine.
MICK: All right, then. Let's begin.
SERENA: As most of you know, Phase One of Project V is nearly complete.
SERENA: Over the past months, we've focused our efforts on the NWR.
MARY: Midwest Region.
SERENA: When we started our operation, there were vampires active across states.
SERENA: We've k*lled all... but 11.
SAM: Wait, what?
SAM: Seriously?
SAM: How?
SERENA: You American hunters tend to see vampires as criminals, rogues.
SERENA: One gets out of line, you show up, lop off its head, and leave town.
SERENA: We treat them more like t*rrorists.
ALTON: [ Clears throat ]
ALTON: Uh, vampires may typically hunt alone or in small nests.
ALTON: But scratch the surface, and they're all connected, from the lowest drone all the way up the chain to the top.
SAM: To the Alpha.
[ Growls ]
ALTON: Mm-hmm.
MICK: When we find a nest, we don't just charge in a la John Wayne, g*ns a-blazing.
SAM: [ Clears throat ]
MICK: We wait, we watch.
MICK: We determine the size of the nest, its relationships to other vampire groups.
ALTON: They tend to trade amongst themselves --
ALTON: information, victims.
SERENA: We're constantly expanding and refining our intelligence.
SERENA: And when we've learned all we can, we go, we assemble a team --
MARY: And wipe them out.
SERENA: Now all the remaining NWR vampires have bunkered up in an abandoned building near Wichita --
SERENA: the Morest Hotel.
[ Siren wailing in distance ]
SERENA: They think they're safe.
MARY: Mary: We've got the AVD locked and loaded.
ALTON: AVD --
ALTON: Anti-Vamp Device.
MICK: Tomorrow, we ship out, raid the compound, terminate the colony, and, uh, complete Phase One.
MARY: And then we move on to the rest of the country.
MARY: By the time we're done, there won't be a single bloodsucker left in America.
♪
VAMPIRE WOMAN: They're dead.
VAMPIRE WOMAN: [ Voice breaking ] They're all dead.
VAMPIRE WOMAN: My whole nest.
VAMPIRE MAN: I know, dear.
VAMPIRE WOMAN: [ Crying ]
VAMPIRE WOMAN: They got them.
VAMPIRE MAN: Drink.
VAMPIRE MAN: Get your strength back.
VAMPIRE MAN: It's human and fresh.
VAMPIRE WOMAN: [ Sniffs ]
VAMPIRE MAN: You're safe, you and all the others.
VAMPIRE MAN: See, I didn't choose this place for its ambiance.
VAMPIRE MAN: Obviously.
VAMPIRE MAN: This?
VAMPIRE MAN: It's a fortress.
VAMPIRE MAN: No one gets in here without me knowing about it.
VAMPIRE MAN: No one.
ALPHA VAMPIRE: Is that so?
ALPHA VAMPIRE: Hello, my children.
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KETCH: Mmm.
KETCH: Nice place. Quaint. Cozy.
KETCH: Not much for small talk, are we?
DEAN: Nope.
KETCH: Well, surely, you have some questions.
KETCH: Why I'm here, for instance.
DEAN: You're here to recruit us.
DEAN: You already got Mary playing your game.
DEAN: You want me. And Sam.
KETCH: Well, I don't, but the old lads have taken quite a shine to you.
DEAN: Mm. Well, maybe they shouldn't have sent some chick to try to k*ll us.
KETCH: Yes -- Toni.
KETCH: No one predicted she would go rogue. No one but me.
KETCH: I had a sneak peak at what a neurotic, overreaching, time b*mb she was.
KETCH: We used to date.
DEAN: [ Mutters ] Huh. Yeah, I can see that. [ Chuckles ]
KETCH: Dean, I don't give a toss if you sign up.
KETCH: Honestly, I don't care if you live or die.
KETCH: But since we're such jolly good pals now --
DEAN: Jolly good, huh?
KETCH: Let me just say that the Men of Letters is an excellent fit for someone with our... inclinations.
DEAN: "Our"? As in you and me?
KETCH: You're a k*ller, Dean Winchester, and so am I.
KETCH: And if we go too long without something to track or trap or punch or gut,
KETCH: well, things get a bit ugly.
KETCH: Don't they?
♪
KETCH: The Men of Letters keep me busy.
KETCH: They point me in a direction and bang. Off to the races.
KETCH: It's not a bad life.
KETCH: Speaking of...
KETCH: Mmm.
KETCH: [ Whispers ] Oh.
KETCH: Now that you've heard what I have to say, places to be, vampires to behead.
DEAN: You got a line on vamps?
KETCH: I do.
KETCH: Interested?
♪
PIERCE: Damn. Sam Winchester.
PIERCE: Rufus told me all about you.
PIERCE: See, him and me worked a case together down the Atchafalaya.
SAM: I heard.
PIERCE: I tell ya, sure do miss that crotchety old son of a bitch.
ALTON: Pierce? Mary? A question.
[ Speaks indistinctly ]
MICK: So?
MICK: Thoughts on our little operation?
[ Indistinct conversation ]
SAM: Mm-hmm.
MICK: And our team?
SAM: Serena and Alton seem smart.
SAM: Pierce... [ Scoffs ]
SAM: You know he calls himself "The Hunter King of Baton Rouge"?
MICK: I do. Unfortunately.
SAM: A buddy of mine knew him.
SAM: They worked together.
SAM: Once.
MICK: Right, you see, truth is, your mother excepted, we've struggled to attract the, uh, top shelf of American Hunters.
MICK: Like you.
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[ Engines rev ]
[ Engine turns off, cellphone rings ]
[ Car door opens ]
[ Car door closes ]
DEAN: So what do we got?
[ Cellphone beeps ]
KETCH: 10 bloodsuckers, give or take.
DEAN: 2 against 10.
DEAN: I like those odds.
KETCH: Yeah, the sun'll be down in an hour, so we should move fast.
KETCH: Keep the rats from fleeing the ship.
DEAN: Fancy.
KETCH: You're right.
KETCH: This is too easy.
KETCH: Got another of those?
DEAN: Ready?
KETCH: Always.
♪
DEAN: Place seems empty.
KETCH: Yes.
KETCH: Curious.
♪
MARY: Sam, this is why I asked you to come.
MARY: Even if you want no part of it, you needed to know.
SAM: So it wasn't a sales pitch?
SAM: Ha. 'Cause it was a good one.
[ w*apon clicks ]
[ w*apon clatters ]
[ Rustling ]
♪
[ Growls ]
♪
DEAN: I checked the areas upstairs.
DEAN: This place is a ghost town.
DEAN: You got anything?
KETCH: Indeed.
KETCH: [ Grunting ] I found her hiding in the basement with the corpses.
VAMPIRE WOMAN: Let me go!
KEYCH: [ Chuckles ]
VAMPIRE WOMAN: [ Growls ]
KETCH: [ Chuckles ]
KETCH: Where are your friends?
VAMPIRE MAN: I don't know.
KETCH: [ Grunts ]
♪
KETCH: Where are they?
KETCH: Tell...
KETCH: me...
KETCH: now.
DEAN: Okay. All right, that's enough.
KETCH: Enough? She's a monster.
DEAN: I know.
DEAN: Just...let me.
DEAN: You're gonna need to tell us where your friends are.
VAMPIRE WOMAN: And you'll let me go?
DEAN: I'll make it quick.
VAMPIRE WOMAN: Hunting. They went hunting.
KETCH: Hunting whom?
VAMPIRE WOMAN: The Hunters.
♪
SERENA: Where's McGillicuddy?
SERENA: Aah!
MICK: What's happening?
[ Growling ]
MARY: It's the Morest vampires.
MARY: They're here.
♪
♪
[ Shouts indistinctly ]
[ Beeping ]
[ Growling ]
SAM: We gotta lock this place down, ASAP.
MARY: Fall back.
SAM: Lock this place down now!
MARY: Fall back.
MARY: Secure all exits.
MARY: Do not engage. Fall back now.
[ Growling ]
[ Beeps ]
♪
[ Door locks ]
[ Doors lock ]
[ Door locks ]
[ Growling ]
♪
SAM: Nice.
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[ Growling ]
[ Growling ]
[ Beeps ]
[ Loud thud, beep ]
SAM: Wait!
SAM: Wait.
[ Growling ]
[ Grunting ]
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PIERCE: Doors locked?
MARY: For now.
ALTON: The rest, they're spreading out, surrounding the building.
MICK: How'd they find us?
MICK: How'd they even know who we are?
[ Laughing ]
VAMPIRE MAN: He told us.
VAMPIRE MAN: He's back to save us all.
VAMPIRE MAN: Our father.
SAM: Your father?
SAM: The -- the Alpha?
SERENA: No, that's impossible. Our Intel has him in -- in Morocco.
SERENA: He's been there for at least a decade.
SAM: Wrong.
SAM: I met him five years ago in Hoople, North Dakota.
VAMPIRE MAN: You're dead.
VAMPIRE MAN: You're all dead.
VAMPIRE MAN: [ Laughing ]
VAMPIRE MAN: [ Growls ]
[ Kn*fe thuds ]
SAM: Your, uh, extermination plan, did it have any contingencies for this?
MICK: No.
SAM: [ Chuckles ]
SERENA: Serena: Comm's still out.
SERENA: What about a scrying spell?
SERENA: If we can get a message to England --
SAM: No, we can't wait for backup.
MARY: No, he's right.
MARY: This place was not built for defense, and those doors will not hold long.
MARY: Okay.
MARY: Who here has ever k*lled...
MARY: anything?
MARY: [ Sighs heavily ] Great.
[ Loud clanks ]
SAM: All right, we gotta arm up.
SAM: Everybody, weapons on the table.
SAM: Blades, g*ns, spells.
♪
SAM: Is this it?
MICK: Yeah.
MARY: That's not enough.
MICK: Most of our weapons are in the Armory, including the AVD.
MARY: We could set it off in the vents.
MARY: Maximize coverage, use the gas like the bug b*mb.
MICK: Will that k*ll the Alpha?
SAM: k*ll? Doubt it. Hurt? Maybe.
SAM: You got anything stronger?
[ Chuckles ]
MARY: Where is it?
[ Clank ]
[ Case thuds, latches open ]
[ Exhales sharply ]
♪
[ Exhales sharply ]
SAM: Where'd you get this?
MARY: I stole it.
MARY: From Ramiel.
MICK: Yeah, but it doesn't work.
MICK: We've no b*ll*ts.
SAM: Right.
SAM: You're right. [ Sniffs]
SAM: Right, um...
SAM: Okay. We make some, then.
SAM: Got the recipe from my buddy.
MARY: -Bobby Singer?
SAM: Yep.
SAM: All right, Mick, you're gonna need holy oil, sage, and myrrh.
SAM: Do you have that here?
MICK: Yeah.
SAM: Okay, uh, make a tincture, coat a silver b*llet.
SAM: Use this spell. It'll mimic the original etchings.
MICK: And that'll work?
SAM: [ Scoffs ] It better.
SAM: If not, start praying, 'cause we'll need a miracle.
SAM: Where's the Armory?
MARY: I'll take you.
PIERCE: I got your back.
SAM: Get to work.
SAM: Keep that door locked.
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MARY: This way!
MARY: The Armory's out there.
♪
[ Door beeps, unlocks ]
[ Hisses ]
[ Grunts ]
PIERCE: Is there another way?
PIERCE: Is there another way?!
MARY: Back there!
SAM: Go! I got 'em.
PIERCE: Come on, come on, come on!
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MICK: All right.
MICK: Let's get this spell going.
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[ Door beeps, unlocks ]
MARY: Got it.
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MICK: Signum est im--
MICK: imitandum.
MICK: Signum est imitandum.
[ Knock on door ]
PIERCE: It's me!
PIERCE: Open the damn door!
[ Door beeps, unlocks ]
ALTON: What happened?
PIERCE: It's bad out there.
[ Squish ]
[ Groans, gags ]
[ Thud ]
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PIERCE: Pretty bad in here, too, huh?
♪
SERENA: No.
[ Grunting ]
[ Growling ]
♪
[ Thud ]
[ Growling ]
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[ Sam grunting ]
[ Slices ]
[ Panting ]
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MICK: Pierce, you're a Hunter.
Yes. My hunter.
Pierce and I have an arrangement.
He keeps me off the radar, and I pay him very, very well.
PIERCE: Alimony's a bitch.
I'm old.
I like living quietly.
You've been making my life awfully noisy lately.
You've k*lled so many of my children.
I've seen your work.
In England, I didn't get involved because, well...
it's England.
But America...
yes.
America is my home.
And it's time
that you...get...off...my lawn.
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SAM: [ Panting ] Mom? Mom.
SAM: Mom, hey. Are you all right?
MARY: Sam.
[ Grunts ]
SAM: What happened?
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MARY: Got it.
[ Grunts ]
[ Crunch ]
PIERCE: All clear here, big daddy.
[ Static hisses ][
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MARY: We have to go.
SAM: Yeah, right. All right.
SAM: [ Grunts ]
SAM: I got you.
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Here's what you're going to do.
We will bring your communications back online.
You will make a call to your superiors in London.
You'll admit defeat.
You will tell them to cancel this American incursion.
Then they'll watch as I devour you, live, onscreen.
Hmm, yes, it's a bit messy, but sometimes one does have to make a point.
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[ Groans ]
[ Thud ]
SAM: Don't!
Ah, my, my.
[ Chuckles ]
The Colt.
Powerful w*apon.
Sam, you are aware that there are five creatures on this Earth that g*n cannot k*ll.
I'm one of them.
SAM: If that were true, I'd be dead already.
That g*n can't save all of you.
SAM: Who said I was here to save all of us?
SAM: My family and I, we k*ll vamps when they get out of line.
SAM: And you've let us.
I have many children, Sam.
What's one, two, here or there?
SAM: Exactly.
SAM: So?
SAM: Let my mom and me go.
SAM: We'll walk away, go back to the way things were, to the way things are supposed to be.
SAM: Hunters and vampires, cops and robbers, a fair fight.
And the Brit?
SAM: You can have him.
♪
MARY: Sam. What are you doing?
SAM: Picking a side.
MICK: You bastard.
[ Both grunting ]
♪
[ Growls ]
SAM: Mom!
Sam... you and I both know that g*n isn't loaded.
[ Chuckles ]
SAM: You sure?
The g*n can't save all of you.
SAM: Who said I was here to save all of us?
MICK: Bastard.
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No.
[ Laughs ]
Clever, clever boy.
[ Chuckles ]
[ Thud ]
SAM: [ Exhales ]
♪
MARY: Mick.
MARY: Mick.
MARY: All clear out there.
MARY: Took out a few stragglers.
MARY: The rest must've run when we dropped the Alpha.
MARY: Come on.
♪
MICK: Where were you?
KETCH: Following orders.
MICK: That's not... [ Sighs ]
MICK: People d*ed.
KETCH: Yes. Well, I don't know how it is in your ivory tower, but down here in the muck, people die.
KETCH: The old men want the Winchesters, so I made a play for Dean, and it was working until your operation went sideways.
KETCH: Ah, well.
[ Pats arm ]
MICK: Better luck next time.
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DEAN: So "went out, back later," huh?
SAM: Just getting a drink, huh?
DEAN: I was with him when we heard this place was under att*ck.
DEAN: We drove like a bat out of hell.
SAM: How come?
SAM: I mean, you don't care for these guys.
SAM: You didn't even know I was here.
SAM: Right, of course.
DEAN: When I thought something might've happened to you, nothing else mattered.
MARY: Dean, the things I said --
DEAN: No, Mom, you were...
DEAN: It's not your job to make my lunch and... kiss me good night.
DEAN: It's...
DEAN: We're adults.
DEAN: You're gonna make your own choices, even if I don't like 'em.
DEAN: Even if I really, really don't like 'em.
DEAN: That's just something I'm gonna have to get used to.
DEAN: Okay, Mom?
MARY: [ Whispers ] Yeah.
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[ Chains rattle, shuffling footsteps ]
SAM: Where you takin' him?
KETCH: We have ways of dealing with hunters who go rogue.
KETCH: They aren't pleasant.
MARY: Good.
SAM: Good.
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MICK: Sam.
MICK: If you hadn't been there tonight...
SAM: Yeah, we got the k*ll.
SAM: That's what matters.
MICK: Hardly an advertisement for the British Men of Letters, though.
MICK: Or my leadership.
MICK: Caught unawares with our proverbial pants down.
MICK: Believe it or not, Sam, we're not --
SAM: I'm in.
SAM: Look, tonight was bad, no doubt, but the Alpha Vampire is dead.
SAM: You're changing the world, and I wanna be a part of it.
MICK: And your brother?
♪
SAM: Give me some time.
♪
DEAN: [ Scoffs ] Gets funnier every time I hear it.
DEAN: Vampires nest in groups of 8 to 10.
DEAN: Victims are taken to the nest where the pack keeps them alive, bleeding them for days or weeks.
[ Growls ]
[ Squish ]
-----
KETCH: We don't decapitate vampires.
KETCH: We irradiate them.
SAM: Cool.
KETCH: The toys are the fun part.
[ expl*si*n ]
-----
SAM: For obvious reasons, we don't trust the Brits.
DEAN: What the hell? Aren't we supposed to be on the same team?
-----
KETCH: I know all about the Colt.
MARY: You know, there's only five things in all creation it can't k*ll.
-----
SAM: You think Mom would've wanted this for us?
-----
MARY: Nothing comes before my family, not with me.
KETCH: Really?
KETCH: Or is that just what you want to believe?
KETCH: You're an excellent liar, Mary.
-----
SAM: Too bad
SAM: Mom couldn't make it.
DEAN: Yeah. I feel like something's going on with her, and she ain't talkin' about it.
-----
MARY: I have sort of been working with the British Men of Letters.
DEAN: So where does that leave us?
-----
MARY: [ Sighs ] Just... hear me out.
MARY: Please.
DEAN: Wow.
SAM: [ Clears throat ]
DEAN: Just wow.
MARY: Dean...
MARY: What the British Men of Letters are doing... what we're doing, it's a better way.
MARY: They...
MARY: [ Sighs ]
MARY: Look, I'm not blind to who they are or what they've done, but --
SAM: When?
SAM: When? When did you start working with them?
MARY: Since... before the lake house.
MARY: It wasn't Wally.
MARY: They brought me that case.
DEAN: You were runnin' an errand for the Brits.
DEAN: You kept it from us.
DEAN: Cas almost d*ed.
MARY: I --
SAM: A Hunter got k*lled.
MARY: Think I don't know?
MARY: I'm the one who b*rned his body.
MARY: I'm the one who told his wife.
MARY: I watch him die every night.
DEAN: Good.
MARY: [ Sighs ]
♪
[ Train whistle blowing ]
[ Beeping ]
[ Velcro rips, engine turns off ]
[ Side door slides open ]
-----
KETCH: Nice work today.
KETCH: I must say, this little beauty certainly worked as advertised.
KETCH: We barely had to lift a finger.
KETCH: Ah, the AVD.
KETCH: I do love a new toy.
-----
[ Air hissing ]
[ Coughing violently ]
[ Gasps ]
[ Groans ]
[ Thud ]
♪
KETCH: Mary?
KETCH: Everything all right?
MARY: I'm fine.
-----
WOMAN: - Ketch. [ Sighs ]
KETCH: -Serena.
KETCH: Oh, you're headed past the Armory. If you wouldn't mind.
KETCH: Unpack, reshelve, and my Sig Sauer could use a good scrubbing.
WOMAN: I have three PhDs.
KETCH: And we're all very proud of you, luv.
-----
MARY: I'm doing this for you.
MARY: I'm playing three decades of catch up here.
DEAN: And we're not?
DEAN: How do you think this has been for us?
DEAN: We're your sons, and you've been gone.
DEAN: Our whole lives, you've been gone.
DEAN: You said that you needed time.
DEAN: No, you said you need space.
DEAN: So we gave you your space.
DEAN: But you didn't need just space.
DEAN: No, you needed space from us.
MARY: That's not true.
MARY: Dean, I'm trying --
DEAN: How 'bout for once, you just try to be a mom?
MARY: I am your mother, but I am not "just a mom."
MARY: And you are not a child.
DEAN: I never was.
DEAN: So between us and them --
MARY: It's not like that.
DEAN: Yeah, Mary, it is.
DEAN: And you made your choice.
DEAN: So there's the door.
♪
MARY: Sam...
SAM: You should go.
♪
KETCH: Another nest terminated.
KETCH: No complications.
KETCH: Bit...boring, really.
MICK: Good. Well, boring's good.
MICK: And how's Mary?
KETCH: Excellent. As always.
MICK: She say anything about her boys?
KETCH: As I've said many, many, so many times, we don't need them.
KETCH: We already have the best Winchester.
MICK: Yes. But that's not your call, is it?
MICK: Or mine.
MICK: The old men want them on board.
MICK: As far as London's concerned, where Sam and Dean Winchester go, the rest of the American Hunters will follow.
KETCH: Hmm.
-----
[ Descending footsteps ]
DEAN: Dead guy in Akron.
DEAN: Body found two days ago.
DEAN: Throat ripped out, ear-to-ear.
SAM: Well, good morning to you, too.
DEAN: Read it.
[ Chuckles ]
[ Sighs, muttering ]
SAM: The guy was a-a known drug dealer with enemies.
SAM: His throat wasn't ripped out.
SAM: It was slit with a Kn*fe.
SAM: I'm not really sure this is our kind of thing.
DEAN: We don't know that.
DEAN: His blood could've been drained.
SAM: It could've been?
DEAN: You know what?
DEAN: You find us a case.
DEAN: 'Cause I need to hit something.
DEAN: Now.
SAM: You wanna talk about it?
DEAN: Not really.
DEAN: What was she thinkin', man?
SAM: I don't know.
SAM: Maybe we should ask her.
DEAN: What?
SAM: Look...
SAM: I-I am pissed and -- and frustrated and confused, too.
SAM: But we've frozen her out for days.
DEAN: She lied to us, Sam.
SAM: I know.
DEAN: For months.
SAM: I know, but it's Mom!
SAM: I mean, whatever she was doing, she must've had a good reason.
DEAN: A good reason? A good reason for working with those ass clowns?
SAM: Look, I hear you, all right?
SAM: But -- but at the end of the day, she's family.
SAM: We owe it to her to at least --
DEAN: All right, you know what?
DEAN: Screw it. I need a drink.
SAM: You...
[ Sighs heavily ]
DEAN: No, I need drinks. Plural.
[ Scoffs ]
DEAN: And this... whole peacemaker shtick that you've been running, first with Cas, now with Mom, it's getting old, man.
SAM: What's that supposed to mean?
DEAN: You're always playing the middle, Sam.
DEAN: For once, why don't you pick a side?
[ Scoffs ]
[ Ascending footsteps ]
[ Door opens ]
[ Door creaking ]
[ Door closes ]
♪
[ Engine turns off ]
[ Ignition alert chiming ]
MARY: Thanks for coming.
SAM: What's so urgent?
MARY: Sam...I messed up.
MARY: I know I messed up.
MARY: But what the British Men of Letters are doing, this is bigger than us, Sam.
MARY: We've got a real sh*t here.
SAM: sh*t at what?
MARY: A world without monsters.
MARY: A world where you and Dean don't have to hunt, where you can have normal lives.
SAM: I chose this life.
MARY: I know.
MARY: But you were going to school, to college.
MARY: And I get why you gave it up.
MARY: But what if you didn't have to?
MARY: What if there was a different future for you, for us?
MARY: That's why I'm doing this.
MARY: That is what I'm fighting for.
MARY: I am not trying to recruit you, but you need to know.
MARY: Things are changing.
[ Keypad beeping ]
MARY: Please.
MARY: Just let me show you.
♪
MARY: It's, uh, just in here.
-----
SAM: Wow.
MARY: Believe it or not, this is just their temporary base.
MARY: The Brits talk like they're roughing it.
MICK: Sam Winchester.
MICK: You didn't tell me your son was stopping by.
MARY: Didn't know I had to.
MICK: Anyway, welcome.
SAM: Yeah, um, you know, I really dig the whole low-budget Mission Impossible vibe, but I'm gonna head back.
MICK: You sure?
MICK: You're just in time for the briefing.
MARY: Mick.
MICK: I mean, that is, if you wanna hear how we're gonna exterminate every last vampire in America.
♪
DEAN: Sammy?
DEAN: Lucy! I...
DEAN: "Went out. Back later."
DEAN: Whatever.
DEAN: Oh, no.
[ Bottle thuds ]
[ Knock on door ]
-----
MICK: Where's Ketch?
SERENA: I don't know.
SERENA: He wasn't in his room and isn't answering his mobile.
SERENA: Should we wait?
MICK: No.
-----
DEAN: What'd, you forget your key?
[ Door creaks ]
KETCH: Hello, mate.
DEAN: How'd you find us?
KETCH: Well, this is a Men of Letters bunker.
KETCH: The location's no secret to us.
DEAN: Okay.
DEAN: Cool. Well, good talk.
KETCH: And whilst I understand that you're not feeling... warmly disposed to me, I wonder, what's your disposition to this incredibly rare, unspeakably expensive, bottle of barrel proof Scotch?
-----
MICK: Before we get started, we've got a few new faces.
MICK: This is Pierce Moncrieff, a hunter out of Baton Rouge.
MICK: Pierce meet Alton Morehead, our head of R&D -- weapons development, spell work, that sort of thing.
MICK: And Serena Colman, our Head of Security and Surveillance.
MICK: And, of course, you know Mary Winchester and her son.
MICK: Sam, please. Plenty of seats.
SAM: I'm fine.
MICK: All right, then. Let's begin.
SERENA: As most of you know, Phase One of Project V is nearly complete.
SERENA: Over the past months, we've focused our efforts on the NWR.
MARY: Midwest Region.
SERENA: When we started our operation, there were vampires active across states.
SERENA: We've k*lled all... but 11.
SAM: Wait, what?
SAM: Seriously?
SAM: How?
SERENA: You American hunters tend to see vampires as criminals, rogues.
SERENA: One gets out of line, you show up, lop off its head, and leave town.
SERENA: We treat them more like t*rrorists.
ALTON: [ Clears throat ]
ALTON: Uh, vampires may typically hunt alone or in small nests.
ALTON: But scratch the surface, and they're all connected, from the lowest drone all the way up the chain to the top.
SAM: To the Alpha.
[ Growls ]
ALTON: Mm-hmm.
MICK: When we find a nest, we don't just charge in a la John Wayne, g*ns a-blazing.
SAM: [ Clears throat ]
MICK: We wait, we watch.
MICK: We determine the size of the nest, its relationships to other vampire groups.
ALTON: They tend to trade amongst themselves --
ALTON: information, victims.
SERENA: We're constantly expanding and refining our intelligence.
SERENA: And when we've learned all we can, we go, we assemble a team --
MARY: And wipe them out.
SERENA: Now all the remaining NWR vampires have bunkered up in an abandoned building near Wichita --
SERENA: the Morest Hotel.
[ Siren wailing in distance ]
SERENA: They think they're safe.
MARY: Mary: We've got the AVD locked and loaded.
ALTON: AVD --
ALTON: Anti-Vamp Device.
MICK: Tomorrow, we ship out, raid the compound, terminate the colony, and, uh, complete Phase One.
MARY: And then we move on to the rest of the country.
MARY: By the time we're done, there won't be a single bloodsucker left in America.
♪
VAMPIRE WOMAN: They're dead.
VAMPIRE WOMAN: [ Voice breaking ] They're all dead.
VAMPIRE WOMAN: My whole nest.
VAMPIRE MAN: I know, dear.
VAMPIRE WOMAN: [ Crying ]
VAMPIRE WOMAN: They got them.
VAMPIRE MAN: Drink.
VAMPIRE MAN: Get your strength back.
VAMPIRE MAN: It's human and fresh.
VAMPIRE WOMAN: [ Sniffs ]
VAMPIRE MAN: You're safe, you and all the others.
VAMPIRE MAN: See, I didn't choose this place for its ambiance.
VAMPIRE MAN: Obviously.
VAMPIRE MAN: This?
VAMPIRE MAN: It's a fortress.
VAMPIRE MAN: No one gets in here without me knowing about it.
VAMPIRE MAN: No one.
ALPHA VAMPIRE: Is that so?
ALPHA VAMPIRE: Hello, my children.
-----
KETCH: Mmm.
KETCH: Nice place. Quaint. Cozy.
KETCH: Not much for small talk, are we?
DEAN: Nope.
KETCH: Well, surely, you have some questions.
KETCH: Why I'm here, for instance.
DEAN: You're here to recruit us.
DEAN: You already got Mary playing your game.
DEAN: You want me. And Sam.
KETCH: Well, I don't, but the old lads have taken quite a shine to you.
DEAN: Mm. Well, maybe they shouldn't have sent some chick to try to k*ll us.
KETCH: Yes -- Toni.
KETCH: No one predicted she would go rogue. No one but me.
KETCH: I had a sneak peak at what a neurotic, overreaching, time b*mb she was.
KETCH: We used to date.
DEAN: [ Mutters ] Huh. Yeah, I can see that. [ Chuckles ]
KETCH: Dean, I don't give a toss if you sign up.
KETCH: Honestly, I don't care if you live or die.
KETCH: But since we're such jolly good pals now --
DEAN: Jolly good, huh?
KETCH: Let me just say that the Men of Letters is an excellent fit for someone with our... inclinations.
DEAN: "Our"? As in you and me?
KETCH: You're a k*ller, Dean Winchester, and so am I.
KETCH: And if we go too long without something to track or trap or punch or gut,
KETCH: well, things get a bit ugly.
KETCH: Don't they?
♪
KETCH: The Men of Letters keep me busy.
KETCH: They point me in a direction and bang. Off to the races.
KETCH: It's not a bad life.
KETCH: Speaking of...
KETCH: Mmm.
KETCH: [ Whispers ] Oh.
KETCH: Now that you've heard what I have to say, places to be, vampires to behead.
DEAN: You got a line on vamps?
KETCH: I do.
KETCH: Interested?
♪
PIERCE: Damn. Sam Winchester.
PIERCE: Rufus told me all about you.
PIERCE: See, him and me worked a case together down the Atchafalaya.
SAM: I heard.
PIERCE: I tell ya, sure do miss that crotchety old son of a bitch.
ALTON: Pierce? Mary? A question.
[ Speaks indistinctly ]
MICK: So?
MICK: Thoughts on our little operation?
[ Indistinct conversation ]
SAM: Mm-hmm.
MICK: And our team?
SAM: Serena and Alton seem smart.
SAM: Pierce... [ Scoffs ]
SAM: You know he calls himself "The Hunter King of Baton Rouge"?
MICK: I do. Unfortunately.
SAM: A buddy of mine knew him.
SAM: They worked together.
SAM: Once.
MICK: Right, you see, truth is, your mother excepted, we've struggled to attract the, uh, top shelf of American Hunters.
MICK: Like you.
-----
[ Engines rev ]
[ Engine turns off, cellphone rings ]
[ Car door opens ]
[ Car door closes ]
DEAN: So what do we got?
[ Cellphone beeps ]
KETCH: 10 bloodsuckers, give or take.
DEAN: 2 against 10.
DEAN: I like those odds.
KETCH: Yeah, the sun'll be down in an hour, so we should move fast.
KETCH: Keep the rats from fleeing the ship.
DEAN: Fancy.
KETCH: You're right.
KETCH: This is too easy.
KETCH: Got another of those?
DEAN: Ready?
KETCH: Always.
♪
DEAN: Place seems empty.
KETCH: Yes.
KETCH: Curious.
♪
MARY: Sam, this is why I asked you to come.
MARY: Even if you want no part of it, you needed to know.
SAM: So it wasn't a sales pitch?
SAM: Ha. 'Cause it was a good one.
[ w*apon clicks ]
[ w*apon clatters ]
[ Rustling ]
♪
[ Growls ]
♪
DEAN: I checked the areas upstairs.
DEAN: This place is a ghost town.
DEAN: You got anything?
KETCH: Indeed.
KETCH: [ Grunting ] I found her hiding in the basement with the corpses.
VAMPIRE WOMAN: Let me go!
KEYCH: [ Chuckles ]
VAMPIRE WOMAN: [ Growls ]
KETCH: [ Chuckles ]
KETCH: Where are your friends?
VAMPIRE MAN: I don't know.
KETCH: [ Grunts ]
♪
KETCH: Where are they?
KETCH: Tell...
KETCH: me...
KETCH: now.
DEAN: Okay. All right, that's enough.
KETCH: Enough? She's a monster.
DEAN: I know.
DEAN: Just...let me.
DEAN: You're gonna need to tell us where your friends are.
VAMPIRE WOMAN: And you'll let me go?
DEAN: I'll make it quick.
VAMPIRE WOMAN: Hunting. They went hunting.
KETCH: Hunting whom?
VAMPIRE WOMAN: The Hunters.
♪
SERENA: Where's McGillicuddy?
SERENA: Aah!
MICK: What's happening?
[ Growling ]
MARY: It's the Morest vampires.
MARY: They're here.
♪
♪
[ Shouts indistinctly ]
[ Beeping ]
[ Growling ]
SAM: We gotta lock this place down, ASAP.
MARY: Fall back.
SAM: Lock this place down now!
MARY: Fall back.
MARY: Secure all exits.
MARY: Do not engage. Fall back now.
[ Growling ]
[ Beeps ]
♪
[ Door locks ]
[ Doors lock ]
[ Door locks ]
[ Growling ]
♪
SAM: Nice.
-----
[ Growling ]
[ Growling ]
[ Beeps ]
[ Loud thud, beep ]
SAM: Wait!
SAM: Wait.
[ Growling ]
[ Grunting ]
-----
PIERCE: Doors locked?
MARY: For now.
ALTON: The rest, they're spreading out, surrounding the building.
MICK: How'd they find us?
MICK: How'd they even know who we are?
[ Laughing ]
VAMPIRE MAN: He told us.
VAMPIRE MAN: He's back to save us all.
VAMPIRE MAN: Our father.
SAM: Your father?
SAM: The -- the Alpha?
SERENA: No, that's impossible. Our Intel has him in -- in Morocco.
SERENA: He's been there for at least a decade.
SAM: Wrong.
SAM: I met him five years ago in Hoople, North Dakota.
VAMPIRE MAN: You're dead.
VAMPIRE MAN: You're all dead.
VAMPIRE MAN: [ Laughing ]
VAMPIRE MAN: [ Growls ]
[ Kn*fe thuds ]
SAM: Your, uh, extermination plan, did it have any contingencies for this?
MICK: No.
SAM: [ Chuckles ]
SERENA: Serena: Comm's still out.
SERENA: What about a scrying spell?
SERENA: If we can get a message to England --
SAM: No, we can't wait for backup.
MARY: No, he's right.
MARY: This place was not built for defense, and those doors will not hold long.
MARY: Okay.
MARY: Who here has ever k*lled...
MARY: anything?
MARY: [ Sighs heavily ] Great.
[ Loud clanks ]
SAM: All right, we gotta arm up.
SAM: Everybody, weapons on the table.
SAM: Blades, g*ns, spells.
♪
SAM: Is this it?
MICK: Yeah.
MARY: That's not enough.
MICK: Most of our weapons are in the Armory, including the AVD.
MARY: We could set it off in the vents.
MARY: Maximize coverage, use the gas like the bug b*mb.
MICK: Will that k*ll the Alpha?
SAM: k*ll? Doubt it. Hurt? Maybe.
SAM: You got anything stronger?
[ Chuckles ]
MARY: Where is it?
[ Clank ]
[ Case thuds, latches open ]
[ Exhales sharply ]
♪
[ Exhales sharply ]
SAM: Where'd you get this?
MARY: I stole it.
MARY: From Ramiel.
MICK: Yeah, but it doesn't work.
MICK: We've no b*ll*ts.
SAM: Right.
SAM: You're right. [ Sniffs]
SAM: Right, um...
SAM: Okay. We make some, then.
SAM: Got the recipe from my buddy.
MARY: -Bobby Singer?
SAM: Yep.
SAM: All right, Mick, you're gonna need holy oil, sage, and myrrh.
SAM: Do you have that here?
MICK: Yeah.
SAM: Okay, uh, make a tincture, coat a silver b*llet.
SAM: Use this spell. It'll mimic the original etchings.
MICK: And that'll work?
SAM: [ Scoffs ] It better.
SAM: If not, start praying, 'cause we'll need a miracle.
SAM: Where's the Armory?
MARY: I'll take you.
PIERCE: I got your back.
SAM: Get to work.
SAM: Keep that door locked.
-----
MARY: This way!
MARY: The Armory's out there.
♪
[ Door beeps, unlocks ]
[ Hisses ]
[ Grunts ]
PIERCE: Is there another way?
PIERCE: Is there another way?!
MARY: Back there!
SAM: Go! I got 'em.
PIERCE: Come on, come on, come on!
-----
MICK: All right.
MICK: Let's get this spell going.
-----
[ Door beeps, unlocks ]
MARY: Got it.
-----
MICK: Signum est im--
MICK: imitandum.
MICK: Signum est imitandum.
[ Knock on door ]
PIERCE: It's me!
PIERCE: Open the damn door!
[ Door beeps, unlocks ]
ALTON: What happened?
PIERCE: It's bad out there.
[ Squish ]
[ Groans, gags ]
[ Thud ]
-----
PIERCE: Pretty bad in here, too, huh?
♪
SERENA: No.
[ Grunting ]
[ Growling ]
♪
[ Thud ]
[ Growling ]
-----
[ Sam grunting ]
[ Slices ]
[ Panting ]
-----
MICK: Pierce, you're a Hunter.
Yes. My hunter.
Pierce and I have an arrangement.
He keeps me off the radar, and I pay him very, very well.
PIERCE: Alimony's a bitch.
I'm old.
I like living quietly.
You've been making my life awfully noisy lately.
You've k*lled so many of my children.
I've seen your work.
In England, I didn't get involved because, well...
it's England.
But America...
yes.
America is my home.
And it's time
that you...get...off...my lawn.
-----
SAM: [ Panting ] Mom? Mom.
SAM: Mom, hey. Are you all right?
MARY: Sam.
[ Grunts ]
SAM: What happened?
-----
MARY: Got it.
[ Grunts ]
[ Crunch ]
PIERCE: All clear here, big daddy.
[ Static hisses ][
-----
MARY: We have to go.
SAM: Yeah, right. All right.
SAM: [ Grunts ]
SAM: I got you.
-----
Here's what you're going to do.
We will bring your communications back online.
You will make a call to your superiors in London.
You'll admit defeat.
You will tell them to cancel this American incursion.
Then they'll watch as I devour you, live, onscreen.
Hmm, yes, it's a bit messy, but sometimes one does have to make a point.
-----
[ Groans ]
[ Thud ]
SAM: Don't!
Ah, my, my.
[ Chuckles ]
The Colt.
Powerful w*apon.
Sam, you are aware that there are five creatures on this Earth that g*n cannot k*ll.
I'm one of them.
SAM: If that were true, I'd be dead already.
That g*n can't save all of you.
SAM: Who said I was here to save all of us?
SAM: My family and I, we k*ll vamps when they get out of line.
SAM: And you've let us.
I have many children, Sam.
What's one, two, here or there?
SAM: Exactly.
SAM: So?
SAM: Let my mom and me go.
SAM: We'll walk away, go back to the way things were, to the way things are supposed to be.
SAM: Hunters and vampires, cops and robbers, a fair fight.
And the Brit?
SAM: You can have him.
♪
MARY: Sam. What are you doing?
SAM: Picking a side.
MICK: You bastard.
[ Both grunting ]
♪
[ Growls ]
SAM: Mom!
Sam... you and I both know that g*n isn't loaded.
[ Chuckles ]
SAM: You sure?
The g*n can't save all of you.
SAM: Who said I was here to save all of us?
MICK: Bastard.
-----
No.
[ Laughs ]
Clever, clever boy.
[ Chuckles ]
[ Thud ]
SAM: [ Exhales ]
♪
MARY: Mick.
MARY: Mick.
MARY: All clear out there.
MARY: Took out a few stragglers.
MARY: The rest must've run when we dropped the Alpha.
MARY: Come on.
♪
MICK: Where were you?
KETCH: Following orders.
MICK: That's not... [ Sighs ]
MICK: People d*ed.
KETCH: Yes. Well, I don't know how it is in your ivory tower, but down here in the muck, people die.
KETCH: The old men want the Winchesters, so I made a play for Dean, and it was working until your operation went sideways.
KETCH: Ah, well.
[ Pats arm ]
MICK: Better luck next time.
-----
DEAN: So "went out, back later," huh?
SAM: Just getting a drink, huh?
DEAN: I was with him when we heard this place was under att*ck.
DEAN: We drove like a bat out of hell.
SAM: How come?
SAM: I mean, you don't care for these guys.
SAM: You didn't even know I was here.
SAM: Right, of course.
DEAN: When I thought something might've happened to you, nothing else mattered.
MARY: Dean, the things I said --
DEAN: No, Mom, you were...
DEAN: It's not your job to make my lunch and... kiss me good night.
DEAN: It's...
DEAN: We're adults.
DEAN: You're gonna make your own choices, even if I don't like 'em.
DEAN: Even if I really, really don't like 'em.
DEAN: That's just something I'm gonna have to get used to.
DEAN: Okay, Mom?
MARY: [ Whispers ] Yeah.
-----
[ Chains rattle, shuffling footsteps ]
SAM: Where you takin' him?
KETCH: We have ways of dealing with hunters who go rogue.
KETCH: They aren't pleasant.
MARY: Good.
SAM: Good.
-----
MICK: Sam.
MICK: If you hadn't been there tonight...
SAM: Yeah, we got the k*ll.
SAM: That's what matters.
MICK: Hardly an advertisement for the British Men of Letters, though.
MICK: Or my leadership.
MICK: Caught unawares with our proverbial pants down.
MICK: Believe it or not, Sam, we're not --
SAM: I'm in.
SAM: Look, tonight was bad, no doubt, but the Alpha Vampire is dead.
SAM: You're changing the world, and I wanna be a part of it.
MICK: And your brother?
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SAM: Give me some time.
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