12x08 - Lotus
Posted: 01/03/19 07:57
You're what?
You're, uh, English Men of Letters?
British.
We wanna work with you.
[ Grunts ]
[ Grunts ]
Uh, Mick, is it? [ Sighs ] My number.
What do we think?
Are we buying that Brit's whole "let's be friends" routine?
SAM: No. No way.
The Winchesters are no better than the monsters they fail to control. They need to be eliminated.
Well, we have Mr. Ketch for that.
KETCH: I cleaned up the Winchesters' mess.
KETCH: As suspected, they couldn't finish the job. [ Silenced g*nshots ]
MAN: Thank you, Mr. Ketch.
CROWLEY: Your dinner date is loaded, single, and possibly in delicate health.
ROWENA: It's my chance to leave behind monsters and demons and moldy hideouts.
CROWLEY: Lucifer wearing Vince Vincente.
You're...kind of famous.
[ Bones crunch ]
Vince: Onward and upward.
[ Roars ]
CROWLEY: That's why he's jumping from vessel to vessel.
CASTIEL: Me finding him is my responsibility.
Cas, you're gonna want some backup on this.
If you get Lucifer cornered and find yourself in need, I'm there.
DEAN: Cas is chumming it up with Crowley.
They're hunting Lucifer together.
Crowley: Feathers and I are all but inseparable.
Together again.
Yay.
[ Bell tolling ]
RADIO: And in the unprecedented drought condition... farmers in the state worry that the entirety of next year's crop could be lost, driving up prices worldwide.
RADIO: In other news, police are investigating the mysterious death of billionaire philanthropist Wallace Parker.
RADIO: Parker was found dead in his office late Tuesday, his body heavily damaged...
LUCIFER (AS ARCHBISHOP): Turn that off.
RADIO: .. by an expl*si*n of some ki--
[ Switch clicks ]
LUCIFER (AS ARCHBISHOP): Better we stay focused on the Lord's work.
LUCIFER (AS ARCHBISHOP): Wouldn't you agree?
PRIEST: Of course, Your Excellency.
PRIEST: Such a shame about Mr. Parker.
PRIEST: I know he was a friend.
PRIEST: Not to mention, one of our biggest donors.
LUCIFER (AS ARCHBISHOP): Yes.
♪
[ Creaking ]
[ Creaking ]
[ Creaking ]
♪ Supernatural 12x08 ♪
Lotus
Original Air Date on December 8, 2016
[ Telephone ringing in distance ]
DOCTOR: Your colleagues are already inside.
[ Sighs ]
[ Door opens ]
CAS: Agents.
CROWLEY: Agents.
DEAN: Okay, this has gotta stop.
DEAN: All right, give me that.
CROWLEY: Armani!
SAM: Okay, enough.
SAM: Let's have a look.
DEAN: Ooh. Looks like somebody forgot to put on his sunscreen.
CASTIEL: This was Wallace Parker, the very powerful CEO of almost everything.
SAM: And apparently, Lucifer's latest vessel.
SAM: Wasn't strong enough to hold him.
CROWLEY: Lucifer's not content with slutting it from one random vessel to the next.
CROWLEY: He's moving on to blue chips -- celebrities, captains of industry.
CROWLEY: He just got a lot more dangerous.
CASTIEL: I agree with Agent Zappa.
DEAN: Oh, will you stop?
♪
DEAN: So, find anything?
DEAN: Anyone powerful or respectable who suddenly changed... or exploded?
SAM: Well, this is pretty interesting.
SAM: This is the Archbishop of St. Louis with Wallace Parker.
DEAN: So?
SAM: So that was him three days ago.
SAM: And this... [ Taps key ] is him last night at the opening of a food kitchen.
SAM: Notice anything missing?
[ Taps key ]
[ Taps key ]
DEAN: Yeah, the big mother of a cross around his neck.
SAM: Exactly. And this morning, his office canceled all further public appearances without comment.
DEAN: Okay, so you're thinking that, uh, Lucifer blasted out of Parker and into his buddy the Archbishop here.
SAM: Worth a sh*t.
DEAN: Yeah.
[ Thunderclap ]
DEAN: It's awfully quiet.
SAM: Yeah, I put in a dozen calls to the Chief of Staff.
SAM: No one returned.
DEAN: Well, we'll have a look around.
DEAN: If it is Lucifer, we'll call [ Button clicks ] the rest of the Scooby g*ng.
SAM: Hey.
[ Clicking ]
SAM: Great.
[ Knocks on door ]
[ Door rattles ]
[ Thunderclap ]
[ Switch clicking ]
♪
DEAN: Father, hey.
[ Groans ]
DEAN: What happened?
PRIEST: [ Labored breathing ] We... knew something was wrong.
PRIEST: He... [ Groans ] he...
DEAN: The Archbishop?
PRIEST: Uh-huh.
♪
PRIEST: Senior staff decided... handle internally and intervene.
[ Inhales shakily ]
DEAN: An exorcism.
♪
♪
JEFF (PRESIDENT): Hey.
[ Chair clatters ]
JEFF (PRESIDENT): If I agree to this, we would be partners.
JEFF (PRESIDENT): We would bring a true era of spirituality to America and heal her wounds?
JEFF (PRESIDENT): Then hallelujah.
[ Inhales shakily ]
JEFF (PRESIDENT): I humbly accept your guidance.
JEFF (PRESIDENT): Yes.
[ Football game playing on TV ]
[ Whoosh ]
[ Electricity crackling ]
♪
[ Chuckles ]
LUCIFER: [ Exhales ] Ahh.
LUCIFER: Swell.
LUCIFER: Now what?
LUCIFER: Okay, then, Jeff.
LUCIFER: Usually, I give my hosts more downtime, but in this case, high-profile as it is...
LUCIFER: I may need help fine-tuning some...protocols if I'm going to deliver on all the goodness and public service that I promised.
JEFF (PRESIDENT): I'm -- I'm happy to help, partner.
JEFF (PRESIDENT): We're appearing at -- at a series of fundraisers here backed by a fantastic group of aides.
LUCIFER: So I just focus on the big picture?
JEFF (PRESIDENT): The team handles the details.
LUCIFER: Well, listen, Jeff, this is all useful information, of course.
LUCIFER: But...if we're gonna pull this off, I'm gonna need a few more personal details.
LUCIFER: People need to believe that I am, in fact, President of the United States.
[ Gasping ]
[ Crunching ]
[ Choking ]
[ Bones cr*ck ]
[ Gasps ]
[ Thud ]
♪
LUCIFER: One minute, we're talking about the best barbecue.
LUCIFER: I'm a Kansas City man.
LUCIFER: Bill likes Memphis.
LUCIFER: I stepped into the john.
LUCIFER: When I came out, he was on the ground.
LUCIFER: I, uh, I tried CPR, but, uh...
DOCTOR: I'm sure you did everything you could, Sir, but it appears he had a massive cerebral hemorrhage.
LUCIFER: [ Whispers ] Oh.
DOCTOR: We're gonna need an autopsy, but I don't see any evidence of foul play.
[ Mouths word ]
AIDE: If you'd like to say a few words, Sir.
[ Departing footsteps ]
KELLY: A few words to the man upstairs, Sir, like you do every morning.
LUCIFER: Yes.
LUCIFER: Words.
LUCIFER: Nothing we ever say feels like enough.
LUCIFER: Babies.
LUCIFER: That's what we are.
LUCIFER: Innocents.
LUCIFER: All of us struggling to... walk upright with purpose and -- and pride.
[ Sizzling ]
LUCIFER: And yet, we need "our Father"... to... be there when we fall.
LUCIFER: Today, we lost a brother.
LUCIFER: Tomorrow, we will continue our work for the country.
LUCIFER: Amen.
All: Amen.
KELLY: You always know the right thing to say.
[ Sizzling ]
[ Whoosh ]
CASTIEL: Ugh. [ Sighs ]
CASTIEL: These pictures... [ Typing ]
CASTIEL: The level of v*olence, it's completely unnecessary.
SAM: Lucifer doesn't like to get messed with.
SAM: I guess when the Archbishop's priests figured out he was possessed, they tried to keep it quiet, do an exorcism.
SAM: I mean, not that it would've worked.
[ Footsteps approaching ]
SAM: Lucifer blew town, but not before he slaughtered the entire staff.
SAM: So we were on the right trail.
SAM: Where's it go now?
DEAN: I don't know.
DEAN: Who won the Nobel Peace Prize?
DEAN: Why don't we start there?
[ Paper bag rustles ]
[ Crow cawing ]
KELLY: While we've been away from from D.C., in Belaurus, negotiations between rebel forces and the government have broken down.
KELLY: We're recalling Ambassador Harkin.
KELLY: Sir, is it time to involve the U.N.?
LUCIFER: Mm.
LUCIFER: That or we can just go ahead and nuke 'em.
[ Laughs ]
[ Forced laughter ]
KELLY: Well! Montroy fundraiser at 2:00.
KELLY: We'll pick this up at dinner.
[ Indistinct conversation ]
[ Folder thuds ]
KELLY: Sir.
KELLY: Thought you might want to know, the new poll numbers are out.
KELLY: You're way up.
[ Aircraft hovering overhead ]
KELLY: Officially the most popular sitting President in modern history.
LUCIFER: Really?
KELLY: Mm.
LUCIFER: Hmm. That's impressive.
KELLY: Uh, Otto... [ Sighs ] take a little break.
KELLY: Mm-hmm.
LUCIFER: Was there something else?
[ Kelly breathes heavily ]
KELLY: Ohh.
[ Chuckles ]
[ Exhales sharply ]
KELLY: So amazing.
Yeah. [ Exhales deeply ]
LUCIFER: It's almost like I've never done that before.
KELLY: [ Laughs ] You...
KELLY: Oh.
[ Exhales sharply ]
KELLY: You know, Jeff, I admit... it makes things kind of exciting keeping this a secret.
KELLY: I just wish we could make how we feel about each other... well, public.
LUCIFER: Oh?
KELLY: I know... [ Sighs ] people might not like it.
KELLY: Public might not like it because you're a widower.
LUCIFER: Uh-huh.
KELLY: But...
KELLY: But...
KELLY: I know you've been lonely since Louise d*ed.
LUCIFER: Mm.
KELLY: And I know your feelings for me are real, because everything you do is real.
KELLY: I just love to think that... someday... we could be a real couple.
KELLY: Maybe do the wedding thing.
KELLY: Maybe the baby thing.
KELLY: I just...
KELLY: [ Whispers ] I just know you'd make an amazing father.
[ Sighs deeply ]
♪
LUCIFER: Hmm.
[ Train whistle blowing in distance ]
CROWLEY: Good girl.
CROWLEY: You're right on time.
DOCTOR: Your majesty.
CROWLEY: Keep this up and you could actually earn back your soul.
CROWLEY: What little tidbit do you have for me today?
DOCTOR: There was a death last night that I ascribed to natural causes, but... it was anything but natural.
[ Crow caws ]
CASTIEL: Did the Bunker's warding fail?
DEAN: I just powered it down.
DEAN: Crowley called, said he had some big news about Lucifer, whatever the hell that means.
SAM: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
SAM: Wait a second.
SAM: So -- so now Crowley can just...what, drop in whenever he feels like it? [ Scoffs ]
SAM: I-I prefer keeping Crowley at a distance. Long distance.
CROWLEY: Not very charitable, Moose...
[ Sighs deeply ]
CROWLEY: ...particularly since, once again, I'm saving both your asses.
CROWLEY: So, as you know, I'm temporarily persona non grata in my own palace.
SAM: Palace?
DEAN: Palace?
CROWLEY: However, there are those I still control. Operatives.
SAM: Crowley, can we just get the damn news without the drama?
CROWLEY: Can I get you without the flannel?
CROWLEY: No. Still, I endure.
SAM: What?
CROWLEY: Did a little digging, acting on a tip.
[ Taps key ]
CROWLEY: And I think I know the identity of Lucifer's newest vessel.
DEAN: Oh, for God's sake.
CROWLEY: Huh? Aha!
CROWLEY: Gentlemen...
CROWLEY: I give you one Jefferson Rooney, President of these United States.
♪
RICK: You wanted to see me, Sir?
LUCIFER: Rick, something urgent's come up.
LUCIFER: Urgent and...confidential.
RICK: Understood.
LUCIFER: We have reliable Intel that two mentally unstable individuals, possibly cult members, have imminent plans to assassinate me.
RICK: What? Why?
LUCIFER: Because I'm Satan.
LUCIFER: They think I'm Satan.
RICK: Not metaphorically?
LUCIFER: Mm. In the flesh.
RICK: Satan's not real.
LUCIFER: Well...
RICK: He's a symbol for the simple-minded.
RICK: A-a comic book villain.
LUCIFER: He's a bit more than that, Rick, to many people.
RICK: I wasn't briefed on this.
LUCIFER: Well, I'm briefing you now.
LUCIFER: We've been sitting on it until we had more facts.
LUCIFER: Aside from the obvious peril to me...
RICK: We'll keep it strictly under the radar, Sir.
LUCIFER: I think the best way to do that is to eliminate the thr*at.
LUCIFER: Would you agree?
RICK: We could initiate the approval process.
LUCIFER: No. No.
LUCIFER: We need to handle this in the family.
LUCIFER: Secret Service only.
LUCIFER: And as the head of my personal detail, you will head this up yourself.
RICK: Of course.
LUCIFER: I'm liking this job, Rick.
[ Chuckles ]
LUCIFER: I wanna keep it a while.
[ Pats arm ]
♪
[ Touchscreen beeping ]
[ Line rings ]
[ Ring ]
MICK: Hello. Mick Davies here.
MICK: Leave a mess--
[ Disconnects call ]
CASTIEL: Even if Crowley does bring in Rowena, the problem remains.
CASTIEL: Lucifer can't be returned to the cage inside his vessel.
CASTIEL: His essence has to be extracted.
SAM: Yeah. And Lucifer has found the perfect safe house.
[ Typing ]
SAM: I mean, how do we even start getting close to the President?
DEAN: Well, it helps that he's not in D.C.
DEAN: Well, he's, uh, actually on a fundraising swing through the Midwest.
SAM: Yeah, right now, it looks like his whole party -- aides, Secret Service, the whole circus -- is staying at an estate owned by Ron Forester, the, uh, hedge fund zillionaire.
SAM: It's right outside Indianapolis.
SAM: But it is completely surrounded by walls, security, Secret Service, m*llitary.
SAM: Plan B?
DEAN: He's got a hell of a speaking schedule.
DEAN: He's averaging three events a day, and he's got a gala dinner on Friday night.
CASTIEL: Well, at least he'll be outside of the mansion.
SAM: Yeah, guarded like the Hope Diamond. Plan C?
[ Sighs ]
ROWENA: What about us? Our -- our feelings for each other?
MAN: That's why I've been totally up front about Mona.
ROWENA: Mona?
[ Surf rolling ]
MAN: Mona Levin.
ROWENA: Mona Levin?
ROWENA: The heiress?
[ Sea birds calling ]
ROWENA: You've been seen her as well?!
MAN: You know one has to keep one's options open.
MAN: The heart knows what the heart knows.
ROWENA: And what does your heart know about me?
MAN: It knows that it's fond of you.
MAN: But your credentials were unverifiable.
MAN: Financial holdings, Royal Ballet, none of it!
ROWENA: You had me investigated?!
ROWENA: You were scamming me!
MAN: Oh, there's the pot calling the kettle black.
[ Clears throat ]
MAN: Ah. Finally.
MAN: Light starch.
ROWENA: I offered my heart to a pauper who was after my nonexistent fortune!
MAN: Same as I did, sweetie.
MAN: I'm just being honest about it.
CROWLEY: Who is this?
ROWENA: My latest fiancé.
[ Groans ]
ROWENA: And if I tell Mona the truth?
MAN: That'd be a first.
ROWENA: Get out!
MAN: It's my place!
CROWLEY: Mother.
MAN: "Mother"?
[ Gasps, choking ]
[ expl*si*n ]
[ Gasps ]
CROWLEY: Hmm.
[ Breathing shakily ]
ROWENA: [ Crying ] That is the sweetest thing you've ever done for me.
[ Chuckles ]
KELLY: Promise you won't laugh.
LUCIFER: Even if it's funny?
KELLY: Shh.
LUCIFER: I won't laugh.
[ Whispers indistinctly ]
KELLY: Tonight, us here, it felt... [ Inhales deeply ] different.
LUCIFER: Now I'm really not laughing.
KELLY: No. [ Laughs ]
KELLY: We were great, as always, but... somehow... in some way I can't describe, it feels like... something's changed.
♪
[ Sighs ]
LUCIFER: Maybe something has.
[ Indistinct chattering ]
[ Chattering grows louder ]
CASTIEL: Aah!
[ Groans ]
DEAN: Cas? Cas? Hey.
CASTIEL: [ Grunts ] Something's happened.
CASTIEL: Something...
CASTIEL: Angel radio...
CASTIEL: There are so many voices.
SAM: What are they saying?
[ Groans ]
CASTIEL: There's been a massive surge in celestial energy.
CASTIEL: A nephilim is come into being.
CASTIEL: It's the offspring of an angel and a human.
DEAN: And that's big news?
CASTIEL: Yes, but the power to produce this is immense.
CASTIEL: It's much, much greater than a typical angel.
SAM: Lucifer.
DEAN: W-- Lucifer?
DEAN: I didn't know he was dating.
[ Engine roars ]
SAM: Yeah, and hey, Crowley?
SAM: Uh, find out from your government mole if there's a girlfriend or a mistress or a favorite hooker.
SAM: Someone we don't know about.
SAM: Got it. All right.
SAM: Crowley and Rowena will meet us in Indianapolis.
SAM: Do we have a plan?
DEAN: Impeach LOTUS and find Rosemary's Baby.
[ Police radio chatter ]
♪
[ Siren wailing ]
DEAN: Aw, crap.
[ Radio chatter ]
♪
[ Siren whoops, stops ]
DEAN: All right. Stay here.
DEAN: We got this.
[ Turns off engine ]
[ Radio chatter continues ]
SAM: Gentlemen, is there a problem?
[ Car doors close ]
DEAN: Federal Agents, guys.
DEAN: We need to keep going.
RICK: And I need 6 grand by Saturday, but that ain't happening either.
RICK: [ Scoffs ] You guys know who you're talking to?
RICK: Winchesters.
RICK: You make those toy badges in craft class on the psyche ward?
RICK: Nice car, by the way.
RICK: Really stands out.
SAM: Hey.
SAM: Wait a second now.
[ Grunting ]
DEAN: Let him go. Now.
[ Cocks g*n ]
[ Car door opens, closes ]
RICK: Stop!
RICK: Don't move!
DEAN: Cas, don't.
[ Dave Brubeck's "Take Five" playing ]
[ Engine turns off ]
[ Song continues ]
[ Launcher fires, window shatters ]
[ expl*si*n ]
[ g*n clatters ]
♪
KETCH: You. Angel. Wipe their memories.
[ Flames crackling ]
RICK: Uhh!
KETCH: U.S. government plates.
KETCH: Elite dogcatcher level.
KETCH: Someone special wants you.
KETCH: Whose hydrant have you lads been tinkling on?
DEAN: I'm sorry.
DEAN: Who the hell are you?
KETCH: Oh. Where are my manners?
KETCH: Arthur Ketch.
KETCH: British Men of Letters.
KETCH: So it's all very simple, really.
KETCH: Mick Davies asked you to join our effort, which we're taking international.
KETCH: My instructions are to strongly encourage a "yes."
CASTIEL: So, what? You've just been following us?
KETCH: Not at all. We're good dogs.
KETCH: We only come when called.
KETCH: And he called.
DEAN: You what?
SAM: I-I didn't, uh...
SAM: I hung up.
KETCH: Yes, you did, which made Mr. Davies think that you were in trouble, which you were.
KETCH: So he rings me.
KETCH: Bing, bang, boom.
KETCH: Meet Bob. He's your uncle.
KETCH: Oh, and, um, you're welcome. Hmm?
DEAN: And why should we believe anything that you have to say?
KETCH: [ Chuckles ] You, Halo.
KETCH: Do you sense I'm lying?
CASTIEL: My name is Castiel.
CASTIEL: And... no.
CASTIEL: But the truth can be situational.
KETCH: [ Chuckles ] Oh.
KETCH: Oh, I do enjoy an angel.
KETCH: But I understand your hesitation.
KETCH: You haven't exactly seen us at our best.
KETCH: Lady Bevell is a bit... excitable.
DEAN: She tried to k*ll us.
KETCH: Like I said, excitable.
SAM: And you're better?
KETCH: I don't care about you one way or the other.
KETCH: I'm not an ideologue.
CASTIEL: And all you wanna do is help these American Hunters to clear this country of monsters?
KETCH: We understand things are different here.
KETCH: We're eager to collaborate.
KETCH: The British Men of Letters are centuries old, lads.
KETCH: We can offer expertise, weaponry, skills.
SAM: Like we saw out on the road?
KETCH: I'm an artist, Mr. Winchester.
KETCH: I paint in many colors.
[ Beep, trunk opens ]
DEAN: Was that a grenade launcher?
KETCH: Quite.
DEAN: Ah.
KETCH: Our engineers have spent years blending sorcery and technology.
KETCH: For instance, we don't always decapitate vampires.
KETCH: Inefficient, really, especially for large nests.
KETCH: We irradiate them, reorder their DNA.
KETCH: Their own blood becomes lethal to them.
SAM: Cool.
KETCH: Mm. The toys are the fun part, hmm?
[ Inhales deeply ]
KETCH: Hyperbolic Pulse Generator.
KETCH: Exorcisms are unreliable.
KETCH: This device emits a force which drives the possessing demon from the vessel.
SAM: What about a, uh, possessing angel?
KETCH: And what might you boys be working on?
DEAN: Well, you want us to trust you, you're gonna have to trust us first.
KETCH: And that means?
CROWLEY: So you're gonna pop Lucifer out of the President with that?
DEAN: I hope so.
DEAN: Otherwise, we're all dead.
DEAN: Then Rowena zaps him back to the cage.
DEAN: Of course, we gotta get him here first.
SAM: Yeah. We need to get ahold of this, uh, secret girlfriend Crowley found out about.
SAM: This...Kelly.
SAM: Of course, she's in that mansion with the President, which is guarded like a fortress.
SAM: Only one of us has a chance of getting in there.
CROWLEY: Bollocks.
KELLY: Yes, I'm pregnant.
KELLY: I don't know when, Sheri.
KELLY: I don't know how.
KELLY: I just know that I am.
CROWLEY: Hello, darling.
CROWLEY: This is going to sting a bit.
KELLY: No, no, you're making it up.
KELLY: It's impossible.
DEAN: Well, to be fair, so is teleporting.
DEAN: But...ta-da.
KELLY: Who are you people?
ROWENA: Well, dear, I'm a witch.
ROWENA: He's an angel.
CROWLEY: And I'm the King of Hell.
KELLY: Oh, God.
CASTIEL: No, actually, he left.
SAM: Okay, guys, not helping.
KELLY: You -- you can't.
KELLY: He's the President.
He was, but now...
Tell me he hasn't been acting different.
KELLY: Jeff's been under a lot of stress. He...
CROWLEY: Wrong. He's the Devil.
CROWLEY: Horns, pitchfork, the whole nine.
SAM: Crowley, still not helping.
SAM: Listen, we know what we're talking about here.
SAM: We have been on Lucifer's trail for a long time.
ROWENA: And we know you're pregnant with his child.
KELLY: That's -- that's -- you're lying.
[ Opens, closes drawer ]
CASTIEL: The thing inside you, it's unholy.
[ Opens drawer ]
CASTIEL: It's an abomination.
KELLY: That's n--
CASTIEL: Place your hand here.
[ Sizzling ]
[ Gasps ]
[ Inhales shakily ]
KELLY: No.
KELLY: Oh, no.
[ Trash can thuds ]
DEAN: Does he even know you're knocked up?
KELLY: [ Whispers ] Yes, he...
[ Normal voice ]
KELLY: He said he was thrilled.
KELLY: He said it was the only time he ever created anything.
SAM: Kelly... we need your help.
♪
LUCIFER: "I grant a full pardon..."
LUCIFER: Hmm. [ Chuckles ]
LUCIFER: "...to Charles Manson."
[ Cellphone vibrates ]
[ Beep ]
LUCIFER: Kelly.
♪
GUARD: Sir, we agreed to keep this small like you asked.
GUARD: We're gonna go inside, run a quick sweep.
LUCIFER: Absolutely. Wouldn't want anything happening to me.
GUARD: Ms. Kline.
[ Door closes ]
♪
[ Doors rattle ]
[ Doors rattling ]
CASTIEL: There's no one in here but Kelly.
CASTIEL: Go wait in your car.
[ Whoosh ]
GUARD: It's clear.
Man: Let's go.
[ Doorknobs rattle ]
[ Front door opens, closes ]
[ Sighs ]
GUARD: There's no one in there but Kelly.
GUARD: We'll wait in the car.
[ Car door closes ]
LUCIFER: Kelly.
LUCIFER: Kelly, what's wrong?
KELLY: I told you on the phone.
KELLY: I can't have this baby.
[ Thud ]
[ Grunts ]
[ Gasping ]
LUCIFER: I'm afraid I'll have to insist.
LUCIFER: [ Groans ] Sam.
SAM: Vade retro.
LUCIFER: We've done this dance so many times.
SAM: Princeps Inferni.
[ Electricity crackling ]
[ Zaps ]
[ Groans ]
DEAN: Sam!
[ Groans ]
[ Light bulbs shatter ]
[ Power surges ]
DEAN: Rowena, now!
ROWENA: Mah tay, ez loh, say tah!
[ Groans ]
[ Groans ]
[ Mirror shatters ]
♪
LUCIFER: This isn't over, Sam!
SAM: Go to Hell!
ROWENA: Mah tay, ez loh, say tah!
[ Roaring ]
[ Screaming ]
Mah tay, ez loh, say tah!
[ Panting ]
[ Kelly crying ]
[ Panting ]
CASTIEL: He's alive.
CASTIEL: He won't remember a thing.
KELLY: Oh, Jeff. Oh, my God.
KELLY: [ Voice breaks ] Jeff?
KELLY: Oh, my God.
SAM: We gotta go.
SAM: Get her out of here. Go.
KELLY: Wait, wait.
SAM: Kelly, you gotta go. Go.
DEAN: We got him.
DEAN: We got Lucifer.
[ Exhales shakily ]
♪
SAM: Mr. President?
[ Exhales slowly ]
DEAN: Okay. All right.
DEAN: Take it easy, Tiger.
GUARD: Mr. President!
GUARD: On your feet!
GUARD: Hands on your heads! [ g*n cocks ]
SAM: Whoa.
GUARD: Hands on your heads!
SAM: Okay, listen, we were just trying to --
GUARD: Shut up!
You're under arrest for the attempted assassination of the President of the United States.
♪
[ r*fles cock ]
♪
Man over radio:
Look good from here.
♪
KELLY: I'm sorry. I just...
KELLY: I need a minute.
[ Indistinct conversation ]
[ Woman speaks indistinctly ]
Man: All right, coming right up.
Woman: Thanks.
[ Man speaks indistinctly ]
Woman: Bring these out?
Man: Yeah, go ahead.
[ Indistinct conversation ]
♪
[ Dishes clattering ]
Man: Thank you very much.
♪
CASTIEL: Kelly.
[ Indistinct conversation ]
[ Knocks on door ]
CASTIEL: Kelly, are you all right?
CASTIEL: Kelly?
[ Cellphone rings ]
[ Beep ]
CASTIEL: Hello?
KELLY: Castiel...
I can't do it.
CASTIEL: Kelly.
[ Voice breaks ]
KELLY: I can feel it inside me.
KELLY: I'm its mother.
CASTIEL: Kelly, you listen to me.
CASTIEL: This is not a baby.
CASTIEL: This is the spawn of Lucifer.
KELLY: It's my child.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
CASTIEL: No, no. Kelly, you...
[ Beep ]
[ Cellphone beeps ]
♪
[ Sighs ]
♪
You're, uh, English Men of Letters?
British.
We wanna work with you.
[ Grunts ]
[ Grunts ]
Uh, Mick, is it? [ Sighs ] My number.
What do we think?
Are we buying that Brit's whole "let's be friends" routine?
SAM: No. No way.
The Winchesters are no better than the monsters they fail to control. They need to be eliminated.
Well, we have Mr. Ketch for that.
KETCH: I cleaned up the Winchesters' mess.
KETCH: As suspected, they couldn't finish the job. [ Silenced g*nshots ]
MAN: Thank you, Mr. Ketch.
CROWLEY: Your dinner date is loaded, single, and possibly in delicate health.
ROWENA: It's my chance to leave behind monsters and demons and moldy hideouts.
CROWLEY: Lucifer wearing Vince Vincente.
You're...kind of famous.
[ Bones crunch ]
Vince: Onward and upward.
[ Roars ]
CROWLEY: That's why he's jumping from vessel to vessel.
CASTIEL: Me finding him is my responsibility.
Cas, you're gonna want some backup on this.
If you get Lucifer cornered and find yourself in need, I'm there.
DEAN: Cas is chumming it up with Crowley.
They're hunting Lucifer together.
Crowley: Feathers and I are all but inseparable.
Together again.
Yay.
[ Bell tolling ]
RADIO: And in the unprecedented drought condition... farmers in the state worry that the entirety of next year's crop could be lost, driving up prices worldwide.
RADIO: In other news, police are investigating the mysterious death of billionaire philanthropist Wallace Parker.
RADIO: Parker was found dead in his office late Tuesday, his body heavily damaged...
LUCIFER (AS ARCHBISHOP): Turn that off.
RADIO: .. by an expl*si*n of some ki--
[ Switch clicks ]
LUCIFER (AS ARCHBISHOP): Better we stay focused on the Lord's work.
LUCIFER (AS ARCHBISHOP): Wouldn't you agree?
PRIEST: Of course, Your Excellency.
PRIEST: Such a shame about Mr. Parker.
PRIEST: I know he was a friend.
PRIEST: Not to mention, one of our biggest donors.
LUCIFER (AS ARCHBISHOP): Yes.
♪
[ Creaking ]
[ Creaking ]
[ Creaking ]
♪ Supernatural 12x08 ♪
Lotus
Original Air Date on December 8, 2016
[ Telephone ringing in distance ]
DOCTOR: Your colleagues are already inside.
[ Sighs ]
[ Door opens ]
CAS: Agents.
CROWLEY: Agents.
DEAN: Okay, this has gotta stop.
DEAN: All right, give me that.
CROWLEY: Armani!
SAM: Okay, enough.
SAM: Let's have a look.
DEAN: Ooh. Looks like somebody forgot to put on his sunscreen.
CASTIEL: This was Wallace Parker, the very powerful CEO of almost everything.
SAM: And apparently, Lucifer's latest vessel.
SAM: Wasn't strong enough to hold him.
CROWLEY: Lucifer's not content with slutting it from one random vessel to the next.
CROWLEY: He's moving on to blue chips -- celebrities, captains of industry.
CROWLEY: He just got a lot more dangerous.
CASTIEL: I agree with Agent Zappa.
DEAN: Oh, will you stop?
♪
DEAN: So, find anything?
DEAN: Anyone powerful or respectable who suddenly changed... or exploded?
SAM: Well, this is pretty interesting.
SAM: This is the Archbishop of St. Louis with Wallace Parker.
DEAN: So?
SAM: So that was him three days ago.
SAM: And this... [ Taps key ] is him last night at the opening of a food kitchen.
SAM: Notice anything missing?
[ Taps key ]
[ Taps key ]
DEAN: Yeah, the big mother of a cross around his neck.
SAM: Exactly. And this morning, his office canceled all further public appearances without comment.
DEAN: Okay, so you're thinking that, uh, Lucifer blasted out of Parker and into his buddy the Archbishop here.
SAM: Worth a sh*t.
DEAN: Yeah.
[ Thunderclap ]
DEAN: It's awfully quiet.
SAM: Yeah, I put in a dozen calls to the Chief of Staff.
SAM: No one returned.
DEAN: Well, we'll have a look around.
DEAN: If it is Lucifer, we'll call [ Button clicks ] the rest of the Scooby g*ng.
SAM: Hey.
[ Clicking ]
SAM: Great.
[ Knocks on door ]
[ Door rattles ]
[ Thunderclap ]
[ Switch clicking ]
♪
DEAN: Father, hey.
[ Groans ]
DEAN: What happened?
PRIEST: [ Labored breathing ] We... knew something was wrong.
PRIEST: He... [ Groans ] he...
DEAN: The Archbishop?
PRIEST: Uh-huh.
♪
PRIEST: Senior staff decided... handle internally and intervene.
[ Inhales shakily ]
DEAN: An exorcism.
♪
♪
JEFF (PRESIDENT): Hey.
[ Chair clatters ]
JEFF (PRESIDENT): If I agree to this, we would be partners.
JEFF (PRESIDENT): We would bring a true era of spirituality to America and heal her wounds?
JEFF (PRESIDENT): Then hallelujah.
[ Inhales shakily ]
JEFF (PRESIDENT): I humbly accept your guidance.
JEFF (PRESIDENT): Yes.
[ Football game playing on TV ]
[ Whoosh ]
[ Electricity crackling ]
♪
[ Chuckles ]
LUCIFER: [ Exhales ] Ahh.
LUCIFER: Swell.
LUCIFER: Now what?
LUCIFER: Okay, then, Jeff.
LUCIFER: Usually, I give my hosts more downtime, but in this case, high-profile as it is...
LUCIFER: I may need help fine-tuning some...protocols if I'm going to deliver on all the goodness and public service that I promised.
JEFF (PRESIDENT): I'm -- I'm happy to help, partner.
JEFF (PRESIDENT): We're appearing at -- at a series of fundraisers here backed by a fantastic group of aides.
LUCIFER: So I just focus on the big picture?
JEFF (PRESIDENT): The team handles the details.
LUCIFER: Well, listen, Jeff, this is all useful information, of course.
LUCIFER: But...if we're gonna pull this off, I'm gonna need a few more personal details.
LUCIFER: People need to believe that I am, in fact, President of the United States.
[ Gasping ]
[ Crunching ]
[ Choking ]
[ Bones cr*ck ]
[ Gasps ]
[ Thud ]
♪
LUCIFER: One minute, we're talking about the best barbecue.
LUCIFER: I'm a Kansas City man.
LUCIFER: Bill likes Memphis.
LUCIFER: I stepped into the john.
LUCIFER: When I came out, he was on the ground.
LUCIFER: I, uh, I tried CPR, but, uh...
DOCTOR: I'm sure you did everything you could, Sir, but it appears he had a massive cerebral hemorrhage.
LUCIFER: [ Whispers ] Oh.
DOCTOR: We're gonna need an autopsy, but I don't see any evidence of foul play.
[ Mouths word ]
AIDE: If you'd like to say a few words, Sir.
[ Departing footsteps ]
KELLY: A few words to the man upstairs, Sir, like you do every morning.
LUCIFER: Yes.
LUCIFER: Words.
LUCIFER: Nothing we ever say feels like enough.
LUCIFER: Babies.
LUCIFER: That's what we are.
LUCIFER: Innocents.
LUCIFER: All of us struggling to... walk upright with purpose and -- and pride.
[ Sizzling ]
LUCIFER: And yet, we need "our Father"... to... be there when we fall.
LUCIFER: Today, we lost a brother.
LUCIFER: Tomorrow, we will continue our work for the country.
LUCIFER: Amen.
All: Amen.
KELLY: You always know the right thing to say.
[ Sizzling ]
[ Whoosh ]
CASTIEL: Ugh. [ Sighs ]
CASTIEL: These pictures... [ Typing ]
CASTIEL: The level of v*olence, it's completely unnecessary.
SAM: Lucifer doesn't like to get messed with.
SAM: I guess when the Archbishop's priests figured out he was possessed, they tried to keep it quiet, do an exorcism.
SAM: I mean, not that it would've worked.
[ Footsteps approaching ]
SAM: Lucifer blew town, but not before he slaughtered the entire staff.
SAM: So we were on the right trail.
SAM: Where's it go now?
DEAN: I don't know.
DEAN: Who won the Nobel Peace Prize?
DEAN: Why don't we start there?
[ Paper bag rustles ]
[ Crow cawing ]
KELLY: While we've been away from from D.C., in Belaurus, negotiations between rebel forces and the government have broken down.
KELLY: We're recalling Ambassador Harkin.
KELLY: Sir, is it time to involve the U.N.?
LUCIFER: Mm.
LUCIFER: That or we can just go ahead and nuke 'em.
[ Laughs ]
[ Forced laughter ]
KELLY: Well! Montroy fundraiser at 2:00.
KELLY: We'll pick this up at dinner.
[ Indistinct conversation ]
[ Folder thuds ]
KELLY: Sir.
KELLY: Thought you might want to know, the new poll numbers are out.
KELLY: You're way up.
[ Aircraft hovering overhead ]
KELLY: Officially the most popular sitting President in modern history.
LUCIFER: Really?
KELLY: Mm.
LUCIFER: Hmm. That's impressive.
KELLY: Uh, Otto... [ Sighs ] take a little break.
KELLY: Mm-hmm.
LUCIFER: Was there something else?
[ Kelly breathes heavily ]
KELLY: Ohh.
[ Chuckles ]
[ Exhales sharply ]
KELLY: So amazing.
Yeah. [ Exhales deeply ]
LUCIFER: It's almost like I've never done that before.
KELLY: [ Laughs ] You...
KELLY: Oh.
[ Exhales sharply ]
KELLY: You know, Jeff, I admit... it makes things kind of exciting keeping this a secret.
KELLY: I just wish we could make how we feel about each other... well, public.
LUCIFER: Oh?
KELLY: I know... [ Sighs ] people might not like it.
KELLY: Public might not like it because you're a widower.
LUCIFER: Uh-huh.
KELLY: But...
KELLY: But...
KELLY: I know you've been lonely since Louise d*ed.
LUCIFER: Mm.
KELLY: And I know your feelings for me are real, because everything you do is real.
KELLY: I just love to think that... someday... we could be a real couple.
KELLY: Maybe do the wedding thing.
KELLY: Maybe the baby thing.
KELLY: I just...
KELLY: [ Whispers ] I just know you'd make an amazing father.
[ Sighs deeply ]
♪
LUCIFER: Hmm.
[ Train whistle blowing in distance ]
CROWLEY: Good girl.
CROWLEY: You're right on time.
DOCTOR: Your majesty.
CROWLEY: Keep this up and you could actually earn back your soul.
CROWLEY: What little tidbit do you have for me today?
DOCTOR: There was a death last night that I ascribed to natural causes, but... it was anything but natural.
[ Crow caws ]
CASTIEL: Did the Bunker's warding fail?
DEAN: I just powered it down.
DEAN: Crowley called, said he had some big news about Lucifer, whatever the hell that means.
SAM: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
SAM: Wait a second.
SAM: So -- so now Crowley can just...what, drop in whenever he feels like it? [ Scoffs ]
SAM: I-I prefer keeping Crowley at a distance. Long distance.
CROWLEY: Not very charitable, Moose...
[ Sighs deeply ]
CROWLEY: ...particularly since, once again, I'm saving both your asses.
CROWLEY: So, as you know, I'm temporarily persona non grata in my own palace.
SAM: Palace?
DEAN: Palace?
CROWLEY: However, there are those I still control. Operatives.
SAM: Crowley, can we just get the damn news without the drama?
CROWLEY: Can I get you without the flannel?
CROWLEY: No. Still, I endure.
SAM: What?
CROWLEY: Did a little digging, acting on a tip.
[ Taps key ]
CROWLEY: And I think I know the identity of Lucifer's newest vessel.
DEAN: Oh, for God's sake.
CROWLEY: Huh? Aha!
CROWLEY: Gentlemen...
CROWLEY: I give you one Jefferson Rooney, President of these United States.
♪
RICK: You wanted to see me, Sir?
LUCIFER: Rick, something urgent's come up.
LUCIFER: Urgent and...confidential.
RICK: Understood.
LUCIFER: We have reliable Intel that two mentally unstable individuals, possibly cult members, have imminent plans to assassinate me.
RICK: What? Why?
LUCIFER: Because I'm Satan.
LUCIFER: They think I'm Satan.
RICK: Not metaphorically?
LUCIFER: Mm. In the flesh.
RICK: Satan's not real.
LUCIFER: Well...
RICK: He's a symbol for the simple-minded.
RICK: A-a comic book villain.
LUCIFER: He's a bit more than that, Rick, to many people.
RICK: I wasn't briefed on this.
LUCIFER: Well, I'm briefing you now.
LUCIFER: We've been sitting on it until we had more facts.
LUCIFER: Aside from the obvious peril to me...
RICK: We'll keep it strictly under the radar, Sir.
LUCIFER: I think the best way to do that is to eliminate the thr*at.
LUCIFER: Would you agree?
RICK: We could initiate the approval process.
LUCIFER: No. No.
LUCIFER: We need to handle this in the family.
LUCIFER: Secret Service only.
LUCIFER: And as the head of my personal detail, you will head this up yourself.
RICK: Of course.
LUCIFER: I'm liking this job, Rick.
[ Chuckles ]
LUCIFER: I wanna keep it a while.
[ Pats arm ]
♪
[ Touchscreen beeping ]
[ Line rings ]
[ Ring ]
MICK: Hello. Mick Davies here.
MICK: Leave a mess--
[ Disconnects call ]
CASTIEL: Even if Crowley does bring in Rowena, the problem remains.
CASTIEL: Lucifer can't be returned to the cage inside his vessel.
CASTIEL: His essence has to be extracted.
SAM: Yeah. And Lucifer has found the perfect safe house.
[ Typing ]
SAM: I mean, how do we even start getting close to the President?
DEAN: Well, it helps that he's not in D.C.
DEAN: Well, he's, uh, actually on a fundraising swing through the Midwest.
SAM: Yeah, right now, it looks like his whole party -- aides, Secret Service, the whole circus -- is staying at an estate owned by Ron Forester, the, uh, hedge fund zillionaire.
SAM: It's right outside Indianapolis.
SAM: But it is completely surrounded by walls, security, Secret Service, m*llitary.
SAM: Plan B?
DEAN: He's got a hell of a speaking schedule.
DEAN: He's averaging three events a day, and he's got a gala dinner on Friday night.
CASTIEL: Well, at least he'll be outside of the mansion.
SAM: Yeah, guarded like the Hope Diamond. Plan C?
[ Sighs ]
ROWENA: What about us? Our -- our feelings for each other?
MAN: That's why I've been totally up front about Mona.
ROWENA: Mona?
[ Surf rolling ]
MAN: Mona Levin.
ROWENA: Mona Levin?
ROWENA: The heiress?
[ Sea birds calling ]
ROWENA: You've been seen her as well?!
MAN: You know one has to keep one's options open.
MAN: The heart knows what the heart knows.
ROWENA: And what does your heart know about me?
MAN: It knows that it's fond of you.
MAN: But your credentials were unverifiable.
MAN: Financial holdings, Royal Ballet, none of it!
ROWENA: You had me investigated?!
ROWENA: You were scamming me!
MAN: Oh, there's the pot calling the kettle black.
[ Clears throat ]
MAN: Ah. Finally.
MAN: Light starch.
ROWENA: I offered my heart to a pauper who was after my nonexistent fortune!
MAN: Same as I did, sweetie.
MAN: I'm just being honest about it.
CROWLEY: Who is this?
ROWENA: My latest fiancé.
[ Groans ]
ROWENA: And if I tell Mona the truth?
MAN: That'd be a first.
ROWENA: Get out!
MAN: It's my place!
CROWLEY: Mother.
MAN: "Mother"?
[ Gasps, choking ]
[ expl*si*n ]
[ Gasps ]
CROWLEY: Hmm.
[ Breathing shakily ]
ROWENA: [ Crying ] That is the sweetest thing you've ever done for me.
[ Chuckles ]
KELLY: Promise you won't laugh.
LUCIFER: Even if it's funny?
KELLY: Shh.
LUCIFER: I won't laugh.
[ Whispers indistinctly ]
KELLY: Tonight, us here, it felt... [ Inhales deeply ] different.
LUCIFER: Now I'm really not laughing.
KELLY: No. [ Laughs ]
KELLY: We were great, as always, but... somehow... in some way I can't describe, it feels like... something's changed.
♪
[ Sighs ]
LUCIFER: Maybe something has.
[ Indistinct chattering ]
[ Chattering grows louder ]
CASTIEL: Aah!
[ Groans ]
DEAN: Cas? Cas? Hey.
CASTIEL: [ Grunts ] Something's happened.
CASTIEL: Something...
CASTIEL: Angel radio...
CASTIEL: There are so many voices.
SAM: What are they saying?
[ Groans ]
CASTIEL: There's been a massive surge in celestial energy.
CASTIEL: A nephilim is come into being.
CASTIEL: It's the offspring of an angel and a human.
DEAN: And that's big news?
CASTIEL: Yes, but the power to produce this is immense.
CASTIEL: It's much, much greater than a typical angel.
SAM: Lucifer.
DEAN: W-- Lucifer?
DEAN: I didn't know he was dating.
[ Engine roars ]
SAM: Yeah, and hey, Crowley?
SAM: Uh, find out from your government mole if there's a girlfriend or a mistress or a favorite hooker.
SAM: Someone we don't know about.
SAM: Got it. All right.
SAM: Crowley and Rowena will meet us in Indianapolis.
SAM: Do we have a plan?
DEAN: Impeach LOTUS and find Rosemary's Baby.
[ Police radio chatter ]
♪
[ Siren wailing ]
DEAN: Aw, crap.
[ Radio chatter ]
♪
[ Siren whoops, stops ]
DEAN: All right. Stay here.
DEAN: We got this.
[ Turns off engine ]
[ Radio chatter continues ]
SAM: Gentlemen, is there a problem?
[ Car doors close ]
DEAN: Federal Agents, guys.
DEAN: We need to keep going.
RICK: And I need 6 grand by Saturday, but that ain't happening either.
RICK: [ Scoffs ] You guys know who you're talking to?
RICK: Winchesters.
RICK: You make those toy badges in craft class on the psyche ward?
RICK: Nice car, by the way.
RICK: Really stands out.
SAM: Hey.
SAM: Wait a second now.
[ Grunting ]
DEAN: Let him go. Now.
[ Cocks g*n ]
[ Car door opens, closes ]
RICK: Stop!
RICK: Don't move!
DEAN: Cas, don't.
[ Dave Brubeck's "Take Five" playing ]
[ Engine turns off ]
[ Song continues ]
[ Launcher fires, window shatters ]
[ expl*si*n ]
[ g*n clatters ]
♪
KETCH: You. Angel. Wipe their memories.
[ Flames crackling ]
RICK: Uhh!
KETCH: U.S. government plates.
KETCH: Elite dogcatcher level.
KETCH: Someone special wants you.
KETCH: Whose hydrant have you lads been tinkling on?
DEAN: I'm sorry.
DEAN: Who the hell are you?
KETCH: Oh. Where are my manners?
KETCH: Arthur Ketch.
KETCH: British Men of Letters.
KETCH: So it's all very simple, really.
KETCH: Mick Davies asked you to join our effort, which we're taking international.
KETCH: My instructions are to strongly encourage a "yes."
CASTIEL: So, what? You've just been following us?
KETCH: Not at all. We're good dogs.
KETCH: We only come when called.
KETCH: And he called.
DEAN: You what?
SAM: I-I didn't, uh...
SAM: I hung up.
KETCH: Yes, you did, which made Mr. Davies think that you were in trouble, which you were.
KETCH: So he rings me.
KETCH: Bing, bang, boom.
KETCH: Meet Bob. He's your uncle.
KETCH: Oh, and, um, you're welcome. Hmm?
DEAN: And why should we believe anything that you have to say?
KETCH: [ Chuckles ] You, Halo.
KETCH: Do you sense I'm lying?
CASTIEL: My name is Castiel.
CASTIEL: And... no.
CASTIEL: But the truth can be situational.
KETCH: [ Chuckles ] Oh.
KETCH: Oh, I do enjoy an angel.
KETCH: But I understand your hesitation.
KETCH: You haven't exactly seen us at our best.
KETCH: Lady Bevell is a bit... excitable.
DEAN: She tried to k*ll us.
KETCH: Like I said, excitable.
SAM: And you're better?
KETCH: I don't care about you one way or the other.
KETCH: I'm not an ideologue.
CASTIEL: And all you wanna do is help these American Hunters to clear this country of monsters?
KETCH: We understand things are different here.
KETCH: We're eager to collaborate.
KETCH: The British Men of Letters are centuries old, lads.
KETCH: We can offer expertise, weaponry, skills.
SAM: Like we saw out on the road?
KETCH: I'm an artist, Mr. Winchester.
KETCH: I paint in many colors.
[ Beep, trunk opens ]
DEAN: Was that a grenade launcher?
KETCH: Quite.
DEAN: Ah.
KETCH: Our engineers have spent years blending sorcery and technology.
KETCH: For instance, we don't always decapitate vampires.
KETCH: Inefficient, really, especially for large nests.
KETCH: We irradiate them, reorder their DNA.
KETCH: Their own blood becomes lethal to them.
SAM: Cool.
KETCH: Mm. The toys are the fun part, hmm?
[ Inhales deeply ]
KETCH: Hyperbolic Pulse Generator.
KETCH: Exorcisms are unreliable.
KETCH: This device emits a force which drives the possessing demon from the vessel.
SAM: What about a, uh, possessing angel?
KETCH: And what might you boys be working on?
DEAN: Well, you want us to trust you, you're gonna have to trust us first.
KETCH: And that means?
CROWLEY: So you're gonna pop Lucifer out of the President with that?
DEAN: I hope so.
DEAN: Otherwise, we're all dead.
DEAN: Then Rowena zaps him back to the cage.
DEAN: Of course, we gotta get him here first.
SAM: Yeah. We need to get ahold of this, uh, secret girlfriend Crowley found out about.
SAM: This...Kelly.
SAM: Of course, she's in that mansion with the President, which is guarded like a fortress.
SAM: Only one of us has a chance of getting in there.
CROWLEY: Bollocks.
KELLY: Yes, I'm pregnant.
KELLY: I don't know when, Sheri.
KELLY: I don't know how.
KELLY: I just know that I am.
CROWLEY: Hello, darling.
CROWLEY: This is going to sting a bit.
KELLY: No, no, you're making it up.
KELLY: It's impossible.
DEAN: Well, to be fair, so is teleporting.
DEAN: But...ta-da.
KELLY: Who are you people?
ROWENA: Well, dear, I'm a witch.
ROWENA: He's an angel.
CROWLEY: And I'm the King of Hell.
KELLY: Oh, God.
CASTIEL: No, actually, he left.
SAM: Okay, guys, not helping.
KELLY: You -- you can't.
KELLY: He's the President.
He was, but now...
Tell me he hasn't been acting different.
KELLY: Jeff's been under a lot of stress. He...
CROWLEY: Wrong. He's the Devil.
CROWLEY: Horns, pitchfork, the whole nine.
SAM: Crowley, still not helping.
SAM: Listen, we know what we're talking about here.
SAM: We have been on Lucifer's trail for a long time.
ROWENA: And we know you're pregnant with his child.
KELLY: That's -- that's -- you're lying.
[ Opens, closes drawer ]
CASTIEL: The thing inside you, it's unholy.
[ Opens drawer ]
CASTIEL: It's an abomination.
KELLY: That's n--
CASTIEL: Place your hand here.
[ Sizzling ]
[ Gasps ]
[ Inhales shakily ]
KELLY: No.
KELLY: Oh, no.
[ Trash can thuds ]
DEAN: Does he even know you're knocked up?
KELLY: [ Whispers ] Yes, he...
[ Normal voice ]
KELLY: He said he was thrilled.
KELLY: He said it was the only time he ever created anything.
SAM: Kelly... we need your help.
♪
LUCIFER: "I grant a full pardon..."
LUCIFER: Hmm. [ Chuckles ]
LUCIFER: "...to Charles Manson."
[ Cellphone vibrates ]
[ Beep ]
LUCIFER: Kelly.
♪
GUARD: Sir, we agreed to keep this small like you asked.
GUARD: We're gonna go inside, run a quick sweep.
LUCIFER: Absolutely. Wouldn't want anything happening to me.
GUARD: Ms. Kline.
[ Door closes ]
♪
[ Doors rattle ]
[ Doors rattling ]
CASTIEL: There's no one in here but Kelly.
CASTIEL: Go wait in your car.
[ Whoosh ]
GUARD: It's clear.
Man: Let's go.
[ Doorknobs rattle ]
[ Front door opens, closes ]
[ Sighs ]
GUARD: There's no one in there but Kelly.
GUARD: We'll wait in the car.
[ Car door closes ]
LUCIFER: Kelly.
LUCIFER: Kelly, what's wrong?
KELLY: I told you on the phone.
KELLY: I can't have this baby.
[ Thud ]
[ Grunts ]
[ Gasping ]
LUCIFER: I'm afraid I'll have to insist.
LUCIFER: [ Groans ] Sam.
SAM: Vade retro.
LUCIFER: We've done this dance so many times.
SAM: Princeps Inferni.
[ Electricity crackling ]
[ Zaps ]
[ Groans ]
DEAN: Sam!
[ Groans ]
[ Light bulbs shatter ]
[ Power surges ]
DEAN: Rowena, now!
ROWENA: Mah tay, ez loh, say tah!
[ Groans ]
[ Groans ]
[ Mirror shatters ]
♪
LUCIFER: This isn't over, Sam!
SAM: Go to Hell!
ROWENA: Mah tay, ez loh, say tah!
[ Roaring ]
[ Screaming ]
Mah tay, ez loh, say tah!
[ Panting ]
[ Kelly crying ]
[ Panting ]
CASTIEL: He's alive.
CASTIEL: He won't remember a thing.
KELLY: Oh, Jeff. Oh, my God.
KELLY: [ Voice breaks ] Jeff?
KELLY: Oh, my God.
SAM: We gotta go.
SAM: Get her out of here. Go.
KELLY: Wait, wait.
SAM: Kelly, you gotta go. Go.
DEAN: We got him.
DEAN: We got Lucifer.
[ Exhales shakily ]
♪
SAM: Mr. President?
[ Exhales slowly ]
DEAN: Okay. All right.
DEAN: Take it easy, Tiger.
GUARD: Mr. President!
GUARD: On your feet!
GUARD: Hands on your heads! [ g*n cocks ]
SAM: Whoa.
GUARD: Hands on your heads!
SAM: Okay, listen, we were just trying to --
GUARD: Shut up!
You're under arrest for the attempted assassination of the President of the United States.
♪
[ r*fles cock ]
♪
Man over radio:
Look good from here.
♪
KELLY: I'm sorry. I just...
KELLY: I need a minute.
[ Indistinct conversation ]
[ Woman speaks indistinctly ]
Man: All right, coming right up.
Woman: Thanks.
[ Man speaks indistinctly ]
Woman: Bring these out?
Man: Yeah, go ahead.
[ Indistinct conversation ]
♪
[ Dishes clattering ]
Man: Thank you very much.
♪
CASTIEL: Kelly.
[ Indistinct conversation ]
[ Knocks on door ]
CASTIEL: Kelly, are you all right?
CASTIEL: Kelly?
[ Cellphone rings ]
[ Beep ]
CASTIEL: Hello?
KELLY: Castiel...
I can't do it.
CASTIEL: Kelly.
[ Voice breaks ]
KELLY: I can feel it inside me.
KELLY: I'm its mother.
CASTIEL: Kelly, you listen to me.
CASTIEL: This is not a baby.
CASTIEL: This is the spawn of Lucifer.
KELLY: It's my child.
[ Cellphone beeps ]
CASTIEL: No, no. Kelly, you...
[ Beep ]
[ Cellphone beeps ]
♪
[ Sighs ]
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