13x11 - Breakdown

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OSHKOSH, NEBRASKA

WENDY: Of course.

[INTERIOR – MANNY’S TRUCK STOP CAFÉ – NIGHT]

PASTOR: “If I regard wickedness in my heart, the Lord will not hear me.” Psalms—it’s not just poetry.

WENDY: Hey. Um, excuse me. Your card thing is broken. Tried it a couple times, but it’s not working.

MARLON: Here. I.D. too.

MARLON: Hanscum. That’s kinda funny.

WENDY: Old English.

MARLON: Kind of reminds me of soap scum or—

WENDY: Can I just get $30 on 2?

MARLON: Why don’t you smile some? You can get whatever you want, darlin’.

WINDOW WASHER: Wash your windows?

WENDY: No, I – No. No, thanks.

WENDY: Come on.

Hey. Hey! You suck!

No. No, no. NO!

DEAN: Yo, makin’ pancakes. How many do you want?

SAM: Yeah. All right. Yeah.

DEAN: Ho, ho, ho. There he is. Saved you a short stack.

SAM: Hey, Donna, I’m here with Dean. I’m gonna put you on speaker. Uh, why don’t you tell him what you told me?

DONNA: Oh. It’s my niece. She’s gone missing. And the local cops don’t (her voice breaks). I know it’s not your normal thing, but—

DEAN: Text us the address. We’re on our way.

DONNA: Thank you.

SAM: Hey, Donna.

DONNA: Hey.

DEAN: How are you holding up?

DONNA: Oh, you know… not great.

DEAN: Yeah.

DONNA: I’m sorry for calling you guys, but Jody’s got her hands full with the girls.

DEAN: Hey, never apologize for calling us.

SAM: So, what do we know?

DONNA: Uh, staties found her car side of the road. Signs of a struggle.

SAM: And what was she doing out here?

DONNA: She was taking a gap year. It’s like, this thing where—

DEAN: Take a year off, run wild before you go to college?

DONNA: Mm-hmm. Yeah. I used to tell her about how much fun I had when I did it. Well, she thought that sounded like an adventure. She thought… (her voice breaks)

DEAN: Donna, hey. Whatever happened, it’s not your fault.

DONNA: That’s what Doug keeps telling me, but… I can’t help but think—

SAM: Just focus on the case.

DEAN: Doug here?

DONNA: Yeah, he’s in there. Talking to the locals.

DEAN: I’ll go check in.

AGENT CLEGG: Excuse me! Hey! What are you doing?

DEAN: Oh, I um…

AGENT CLEGG: I asked you a question, son.

DEAN: First off, I’m not your son. Second—

DOUG: Whoa, whoa, easy. Agent Clegg, this is Agent Savage, FBI.

AGENT CLEGG: Oh. Company man. Wow, you should’ve told me.

DEAN: Well, I didn’t get a chance.

AGENT CLEGG: Uh-huh. And what field office are you out of? I’m just curious who I should call about you walking through my crime scene.

DEAN: Hm. I think we got off on the wrong foot. Uh, I’m not here on official business. The victim – she’s family. She’s my cousin, so I’m just here to get some answers.

AGENT CLEGG: Oh. I can respect that. All right, come on. I’ll fill you in.

DEAN: Yeah.

DOUG: Sorry. You and Donna are related?

DEAN: Yeah.

DOUG: So you were in Sioux Falls a couple of weeks ago, at the family reunion.

DEAN: I was there. Yeah.

DOUG: Donna said it was a pretty wild time.

DEAN: It was wild. Absolutely.

AGENT CLEGG: This is where we found him. This is an older stretch of highway, mostly used by long-haul truckers. There’s no patrols to stop the speeders.

SAM: So who found the car?

AGENT CLEGG: Troopers got an anonymous tip.

DEAN: Well, that’s convenient.

AGENT CLEGG: Yeah, fits with the pattern, though.

SAM: Pattern?

DOUG: They think it’s part of something bigger. And Wendy’s not the only one.

AGENT CLEGG: We found evidence that suggests she was targeted by a serial abductor. Now that spike we found on the tire, that’s classic Butterfly.

DEAN: Sorry. Butterfly?

AGENT CLEGG: That’s what we call him, what I call him.He’s got kind of a migrating pattern. Now, in the winter, he makes his way southward, targeting people that are traveling alone, people who won’t be missed. Then in the summer, he turns around and he heads back up north.

SAM: Now what about the victims?

DONNA: Go on.

AGENT CLEGG: They disappear. We’ve never even found a body.

DOUG: So maybe they aren’t, you know, gone gone.

AGENT CLEGG: Maybe. Look, having you all here is not standard operating procedure, but if you wanna help… Now, I’ve been chasing this psycho for the last 12 years. I could use all the help I can get.

DEAN: We’re in.

SAM: No one uses CB radios anymore.

DEAN: No one except truckers.Breaker, breaker 1-9. This is 67, the Midnight Rider. Looking for the 4-1-1 on my Alice in Wonderland.

[Radio cracks]

TRUCKER: Whoa, Midnight Rider. Sounds like that piece ran out on you.

DEAN: She’s redhead, brown sedan. She’s family. Breaker, breaker. Anyone?

TRUCKER: Hot diggity, I’ll find your Alice. She’ll be my family, too.

ANOTHER TRUCKER: Not if I get there first.

SAM: You see? Told you. This is stupid.

DEAN: It’ll work. Dad used it all the time.

SAM: This isn’t even our kind of case. And you know, with the real Feds here, we should back down.

DONNA: You’re joking, right?

SAM: We’re still fugitives.

DEAN: They think we’re dead.

SAM: Do you really wanna get on the FBI’s radar again?

DEAN: Okay, so what do you wanna do? Hmm? You wanna call up Donna and say “Hey, sorry about your niece. These kinds of things happen. Later.” And head back to the bunker so you can mope some more?

SAM: I’m not moping.

DEAN: You got up at 10:00 am this morning. 10:00 am. You, Mr. Rise and Freakin’ Shine. And then you turned down pancakes.

SAM: I wasn’t hungry.

DEAN: They’re pancakes. Look, I know you’re in a dark place right now, okay? I mean, we lost Jack. Mom is… I think about ‘em too. All the time. But you can’t let it eat you up. Now look, when I was—when I was broken up, you were there for me. Well, I’m here for you now. And I’m telling you, the only way out of this is through. Now when everything goes to hell, what do we do? We put our heads down and we do the work. We’ll find Jack. We’ll save Mom, we will. But right now, Donna needs our help. Okay?

FEMALE TRUCKER: Breaker, breaker, Midnight Rider. Felix the Cat here. Breaker, breaker, Midnight Rider. Felix the Cat here. I, uh, think I got somethin’ for ya.

DEAN: 10-4. Felix. What do you got?

FEMALE TRUCKER: Better we talk live and in color. You mind meeting up? There’s, uh, there’s a place off Gold Rush Byway, just past mile marker 980. I’ll roll through around noon.

DEAN: It’s a date. Over. Alright. I’ll go check that out tomorrow. Why don’t you hang back in case something else breaks?

SAM: Okay. Look… obviously, I’m here for Donna, all right? I wanna help.

DEAN: I know you do. So let’s find this son of a bitch.

WENDY: Let me go! Let me go! Let me… Please. Please. Please let me go. Please. Please let me go. Please. Why? Why are you doing this?

Please, help me.

Help me. Help me, someone! Help me, please! Please help me!

AGENT CLEGG: Now we subpoenaed your niece’s credit cards so we can retrace her steps.

SAM: Hey. Sorry I’m late.

What’s this?

AGENT CLEGG: That is the last 12 years if my life. Right there is every person we think got taken by the Butterfly.

SAM: Really?

AGENT CLEGG:Like I was telling Donna, the last place that we can put Wendy is at a gas station in Oshkosh, Nebraska. Now based on the Butterfly’s pattern, I have a short list of suspects that I like, but there’s one guy in particular I’ve always liked more than the others.

SAM: You ever bring him in?

AGENT CLEGG: No. Could never get anything concrete to link up. Until now. You see, that night… he was there too.

SAM: That’s your guy?

AGENT CLEGG: Pastor “Diamond” Don Hankey. Road preacher. Ministers to truckers, mostly. Don’t let his squeaky clean act fool you, though. He’s got a jacket. Arrests for lewd behaviour, couple drunk and disorderlies.

PASTOR HANKEY: Thank you for your service, son.

AGENT CLEGG: And we picked him up… we found this.

DONNA: That’s Wendy’s.

FEMALE TRUCKER: So this girl of yours…

DEAN: You saw her that night?

FEMALE TRUCKER: Yeah. Twice. Usually, I-I try to stay out of this sort of stuff. I just run my route and keep out of trouble. But… that night, that girl… like I said, I saw her twice—

Uh, once at a station off Highway 26…

And then later, I was driving off Road 88 and… I shouldn’t have left her there. But, um, I was running behind schedule and I just… Well, it’s the only reason I even gassed up there. That place gives me the creeps.

DEAN: And what’s this place called?

SAM: Manny’s Truck Stop Café. The other night – we can put you there.

PASTOR HANKEY: I go where my ministry takes me.

AGENT CLEGG: You know her? Her name is Wendy Hanscum. Recent high school grad. Popular. She had her whole life ahead of her. No? [shows the pastor another photo] What about him? Luis Fernando. He had a family. They’re both missing.

PASTOR HANKEY: The girl looks vaguely familiar. I’ve never laid eyes on the immigrant.

SAM: [annoyed] Wow. Nice.

AGENT CLEGG: Okay, let’s focus on the girl, then.

PASTOR HANKEY: Lawyer.

AGENT CLEGG: Excuse me?

PASTOR HANKEY: I know my rights.

AGENT CLEGG: Do you think I give a tinker’s damn about your rights?

PASTOR HANKEY: I don’t care what you or your goon think. I know my rights, so get me a lawyer. Now. Then you ask me anything you like about your illegal and your whore.

AGENT CLEGG: Tough guy, huh?!

SAM: Whoa, whoa. Whoa. Hey, hey, hey! Agent, Agent, Agent, Agent. Agent, please. Take it easy.

DONNA: Mind if I talk to him?

DEAN: Thanks for coming.

DOUG: Got that report you asked for. Everything that’s gone down at Manny’s Truck Stop Café lately.

DEAN: And?

DOUG: Couple of D&D’s, four counts of public urination but—

DEAN: Nothing that screams secret hunting ground for a kidnapper.

DOUG: Not exactly.Can I ask you a question? About Donna?

DEAN: Okay.

DOUG: Is she gonna be okay? I mean, I love Donna, but I’ve only known her for a couple years, and this… I’ve never seen her like this.

DEAN: I’m not sure I know what you mean.

DOUG: I mean, she’s barely talkin’ to me, and we always talk. About the Vikes, about the Real Housewives, about everything. This is a tough time, I know, but… I think she’s hiding something from me. Anyhoo, forget it. It’s probably nothing. I’m probably just spinning. It’s nothing.

DEAN: Doug, you’re a good guy. And you’re gonna be there for Donna.

DOUG: You betcha.

DEAN: So, you know, just… trust her. Okay?

PASTOR HANKEY: I said I want my lawyer.

DONNA: You sure? I mean, the Bible doesn’t have much good to say about them. “But the Pharisees and the lawyers rejected God’s purpose for themselves, not having been baptized by John.”

PASTOR HANKEY: You know your scripture.

DONNA: Even the good book’s got lawyer jokes.

PASTOR HANKEY: I know what you’re doin’. And I want—

DONNA: Lawyer. Yeah, yeah.

Okay, but here’s the thing. This is a small town. And it’s Friday night. You know? So if you’re lucky, they might be able to get you a public defender by Monday. Maybe. Which means you get to spend at least two nights in the big cell. Just you and a bunch of guys who… well, look at you and all they’re gonna see is Sunday dinner. So… if you wanna deal with that? Super. Or… you can answer a few questions, and I can get you outta here. Your call.

AGENT CLEGG: She’s good.

SAM: Yeah, she is.

WINDOW WASHER: Windows? Oil?

DEAN: [takes out his phone] How about a girl?

DOUG: Have you seen her?

WINDOW WASHER: May have.

DEAN: Mm-hmm. [hands over some money.] Keep talking.

WINDOW WASHER: She was in a couple of nights ago. Marlon liked her.

DOUG: Marlon?

WINDOW WASHER: He’s the cashier. After she left, he closed up early and drove off after her. Didn’t come back till dawn.

DEAN: Uh-huh.

DONNA: How long you been on the road?

PASTOR HANKEY: Oh, a long time.

DONNA: Maybe 12 years, you’d say?

PASTOR HANKEY: Yeah, could be.

DONNA: You just travel all over, huh?

PASTOR HANKEY: Across God’s green Earth.

DONNA: You a family man, Pastor?

PASTOR HANKEY: Married, two kids.

DONNA: They know about that girl you flashed outside Cheyenne? How ‘bout that teenage boy says you picked him up hitchhiking?

PASTOR HANKEY: I’m weak. I am made of flesh.

DONNA: Oh. That’s your excuse?

PASTOR HANKEY: God knows I’m a sinner. And my wife, she knows, too. We’re working through it.

DONNA: Yeah?

She know about this? Belongs to my niece. What did you do with her?

PASTOR HANKEY: I don’t… That’s not…

DONNA: We found it in your van. You hurt her, right?

PASTOR HANKEY: No. No, no, no, no.

DONNA: You made her bleed.

PASTOR HANKEY: No.

DONNA: Don’t lie to me.

PASTOR HANKEY: No, I’m not.

DONNA: Don’t lie to God!

PASTOR HANKEY: I’m not. I’ve done wrong, but I’ve never hurt anybody. Never. Please, you have to believe me. Please. Please. [cries.]

DONNA: I believe him.

SAM: Yeah, so do I.

AGENT CLEGG: But the shirt…

SAM: Yeah, the shirt doesn’t make any sense. I mean, what? I’m – I’m a criminal mastermind that avoids capture for 12 years and when I’m finally arrested, there’s a bloody shirt in my van that links me to one of the victims? It’s too easy.

DONNA: So someone planted it.

SAM: Definitely possible. I mean, maybe back at the truck stop?

DONNA: But if it’s not the pastor, who is it?

DEAN: Where is she? [shows him the picture of WENDY.]

MARLON: Mmm. I don’t know.

DOUG: Dean, what are you—

DEAN: It’s how we do things in the FBI.

DOUG: It is?

DEAN: Try again.

MARLON:I said I don’t—

DEAN: Look, I know you saw her and I know you went after her. So where is she?

MARLON: You won’t believe it.

DEAN: Try me.

DOUG: What? What’s that?

MARLON: It’s like eBay. Kinda.

DEAN: They’re selling him off. Piece by piece.

LUIS: [on the video] Somebody! Somebody help me! Oh, God, please! Help me!

DEAN: So it ended about 30 minutes ago. Show ‘em how it started.

SAM: Hey, come on.

MARLON: Aw. What’s the matter? You vegan?

DOUG: How they do it in the FBI.

DONNA: Who’d do this, buy pieces of people? For what? Trophies?

SAM: No. It’s for food.

DEAN: Look at the comments. “Yum.” “Tasty.” “Can’t wait to get my delivery.” It’s takeout for—

DONNA: Monsters.

DOUG: What?

DONNA: We’ll talk about it later.

DOUG: What’s there to talk about?

SAM: Where does this broadcast from?

MARLON: I don’t know. Got me. I mean, I don’t run the thing. I just… Look, I see someone I think nobody’s gonna miss, I send a message, I get paid.

DEAN: And you feel good about that?

MARLON: No, but, you know, like you don’t got bills?

SAM: Guys, guys, look at this.

WENDY: [on the video.] Please. If anybody’s watching this… please. Please help me.

DONNA: Oh, God.

DEAN: Okay, can you—can you hack into it and find out where she is?

SAM: I don’t know, Dean. This feed’s on an encrypted TOR server. I mean, this is dark web stuff. Even if I could cr*ck it, it would take days.

DEAN: Okay, well, you got 58 minutes.

SAM: I can’t do it.

DEAN: Then who can?

SAM: The FBI.

DOUG: So you’re saying… monsters are real?

DONNA: Pretty much.

DOUG: Those guys, they’re not related to you, are they?

DONNA: They’re hunters. They k*ll monsters. And so do I. Sometimes.

DEAN: Hey, we gotta roll. Clegg’s got a 20 on that video feed, and we got 42 minutes.

SAM: This is it.

DEAN: You head around back. We’ll take the front.

DEAN: All clear.

DONNA: [turns to DOUG.] You okay hanging back?

DOUG: Someone’s gotta watch him.

DONNA: Dougie, we’ll figure this out when we get back to Stillwater, okay?

SAM: What are you doing here?

AGENT CLEGG: You called me.

SAM: I called you for an address, not for backup.

AGENT CLEGG: So you send me a link to a website that sells people, you don’t expect me to show up? Look, I don’t know what the hell’s going on here, but I’ve been hunting the Butterfly a long time. Now I need to see this through.

SAM: All right, follow me.

MARLON: Lady sheriff’s pretty hot. You two a thing? ‘Cause man, she is way out of your league.

DOUG: Shut up.

WENDY: No. No.

Please, please, just let me go. Please, you don’t have to do this. Please! Please, just let me go.

No!

MARLON: Hey. Remember what they said about monsters? Fun fact – I am one.

Vampire, actually.

MARLON: Let’s have some fun.

SAM: [whispers] One…

DONNA: Doug!

DEAN: What happened? Where’s Marlon?

DONNA: [to DOUG.] Hold on. Just hold on. You’re gonna be okay. Where are you hurt?

DOUG: I’m not hurt, but… [A set of fangs lower over his teeth.] I don’t think I’m okay.

DONNA: Oh, Doug. Oh, God.

DOUG: I’m hungry.

DONNA: Okay.

DOUG: I’m so hungry.

DONNA: Is he…?

DEAN: A vamp? Yeah.

DONNA: Oh, God.

DEAN: Yeah. The change – sometimes it’s fast, sometimes it’s slow, just depends on the person. I just sh*t him up with some Dead Man’s Blood. He should be knocked for a while.

DONNA: Oh, jeez.

DEAN: He’ll be okay.

DONNA: [gets up] you call this okay?!

DEAN: Look, he just got turned, okay? Which means that he hasn’t fed, which means that there is a cure.

DONNA: Huh?

DEAN: We just need to mix up some sage, a little bit of garlic—

MARLON: And you need the bloodsucker who turned him.

DEAN: Well, thanks for making it easy for me.

MARLON: You never even saw it comin’. He got you.

DEAN: He who?

MARLON: Clegg, man. [laughs] He’s got your brother.

DEAN: Where?

MARLON: Oh. Wouldn’t you like to know. Shouldn’t have been so rough with me. I hold a grudge.

DEAN: Well… [takes out a machete] bring it, Twilight.

[A g*nsh*t hits MARLON in the leg, and he falls to the floor. DONNA has a shotgun in her hands.]

DONNA: [to DEAN] You, get his blood and mix that cure. And you… [walks to MARLON] Where’s Clegg?

MARLON: I tell you, you’ll k*ll me.

DONNA: Oh, I’m k*lling ya either way. You just gotta decide if you want it fast or slow. [cocks the shotgun.]

CLEGG: No, no, no. Get further back with that. He’s a big boy. We need him on a wide lens.

SAM: You… You’re the Butterfly.

CLEGG/THE BUTTERFLY: And you’re Sam Winchester. You and your brother are famous. Hell, soon as I saw that fancy car, I knew who you were. And I knew you’d be trouble. Tried to give you that preacher, but you saw right through that. So now it’s on to Plan B.

SAM: Why are you doing this?

CLEGG/THE BUTTERFLY: Well, ‘cause somebody has to. How many monsters do you think are out there, Sam? You know, if you – you had to guess.

SAM: Hundreds. Thousands.

CLEGG/THE BUTTERFLY: Add a zero. Actually, add two. See, those freaks that you and your brother chase, those are just the ones that can’t pass. Either because they’re too mean or they’re too stupid, or both. But most monsters… hell, they could be your next-door neighbor. They work a regular job, mow the lawns on a Saturday. And they need to eat, which is where I come in.

SAM: So you sell them people.

CLEGG/THE BUTTERFLY: I sell them people other people won’t miss. And because I do that, I save lives. If my customers didn’t have me… then all those hungry, hungry hippos would be out there huntin’ and killin’. And you couldn’t stop ‘em. No one could. You should be thanking me.

SAM: Huh. Yeah. Alright. Go to Hell.

CLEGG/THE BUTTERFLY: I’ll see you there. Now I know you’ve been stalling because you think Dean’s gonna show up, but… Sorry, kid. It’s showtime.

CLEGG/THE BUTTERFLY: Ladies and gentlemen, we interrupt your regularly scheduled program to bring you something truly special. A new auction. Introducing… Mr. Sam Winchester!

DONNA: This… it’s gonna work, right?

DEAN: It worked on me.

DONNA: Okay. There you go. There you go.

CLEGG/THE BUTTERFLY: $5,000 for the liver. Going once… going twice… Sold! And now, ladies and gentlemen, let’s begin the auction, for Sam Winchester’s heart!

DONNA: Wendy!

WENDY: Aunt Donna?

CLEGG/THE BUTTERFLY$50,000. Do I have $60, 000? $60,000? $60,000. Yes! Do I have $65,000? Look at that jump! $100,000! Folks, there are many pieces to Sam Winchester… but only one heart. Look at that! $500,000! $500,000 going once… going twice… Sold!

Usually, we do this next part kind slow, so you can feel it, but since Dean’s out there… quick and dirty.

Say goodbye, Sam.

DEAN: Show’s over.

DONNA: Oh, jeez. Dougie-Bear? Are you okay?

DOUG: I… [he looks at SAM and DEAN.]

DEAN: You feel like you wanna bite any of us?

DOUG: Not really.

SAM: Alright. Then I guess it worked.

DOUG: W-Wendy?

DONNA: She’s safe. She’s at a hospital. She’s gonna be fine, just like you.

DOUG: Fine?

DONNA: Yeah.

DOUG: I was a vampire.

DONNA: For a couple hours.

DEAN: Listen, Doug… I know it’s been a day. But now you know what’s out there. Be nice to have another good guy on our side.

DOUG: I… No. Maybe you all can live this life, but I can’t. I just wanna go home.

DONNA: So we’ll go home.

DOUG: And what? I’m a cop ‘cause I like helpin’ folks, but… Vampires? That’s… [he removes his hand from DONNA’s.] I’m not…

DONNA: Doug. I’m sorry I lied to you… but I can’t give this up.

DOUG: I know. Donna, you k*ll monsters. You’re a damn hero. But that’s… it’s not me. I’m sorry. I love you. I’m sorry.

DONNA: Doug, wait!

SAM: Let him go. Donna, when you choose this life, anyone who gets too close, eventually they get hurt. Or worse. So let him go. He’ll be safer that way.

DEAN: You were a little tough on Donna back there.

SAM : What?

DEAN: Just sayin’.

SAM : Was I wrong? I mean, when has knowing us ever worked out for anyone?

DEAN: I mean, we save people, Sam.

SAM: Yeah, we also get people k*lled, Dean. Kaia, for instance. She helped us and she d*ed for it.

DEAN: Hey, look, I know you’re in some sort of a—

SAM: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, don’t – don’t… You keep saying I’m in a dark place, but I’m not, Dean. Everything I’m saying is the truth. It’s our lives. And I tried to pretend it didn’t have to be. I tried to pretend we could have Mom back and Cas and – and help Jack. But we can’t. This ends one way for us, Dean. It ends bloody.

It ends bad.

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