11.11 Into the Mystic (transcript)
Written by: Robbie Thompson
Directed by: John Badham
Air Date: January 27, 2016Then
SAM: There's this cage. In hell. And it's where they keep Lucifer. And I've been in it. And I think God wants me to go back.
LUCIFER: It wasn't God inside your head, Sam. It was me.
CROWLEY: Your brother's in hell-
LUCIFER: The darkness. She's the end of everything. We can beat her.
CROWLEY: -with Lucifer
SAM: You want a vessel? [Lucifer nods] No.
LUCIFER: Plan B. [punches Sam. Then punches Cas] Last words?
CAS: Can you really beat her?
LUCIFER: I can.
CAS: Then yes. [Lucifer glows white and enters Cas. Cut to a shot of Casifer]
ROWENA: [dreamily] Lucifer.
CROWLEY: The darkness. What is she to you?
AMARA: You will never hurt me.
DEAN: I'm sorry Amara.
AMARA: We're bound, Dean. Told ya. We'll always be bound. I can't be resisted. That feeling that you have when you're with me. Just...bliss. Why wouldn't you want that? You and I will be together. Forever.
Now
County Cork, Ireland 30 Years Ago
[A gramophone is playing Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow]
MAURA: Padraic! Oh, what are you doing?
PADRAIC: She loves this song. [They smile at their daughter in her crib] It's the only thing that'll put her to sleep! Besides... [he sweeps his wife into his arms and they start dancing] This is our song.
MAURA: It's good to see you smiling, mo chuisle.
PADRAIC: Trying, Maura. Trying-- [baby starts wailing and high pitched noise is heard. Padraic winces.] Oh, do you hear that?
MAURA: That would be our daughter. [Noise intensifies]
PADRAIC: No. I hear...screaming. Wait- [lights start flickering and Padriac bends over in pain, covering his ears.]
MAURA: Hold on, Padraic. Just hold on! [rushes to kitchen. Gets out mixing bowl and starts throwing stuff in it. Meanwhile Padraic clutches his head as his eyes, nose, and mouth start bleeding. He starts pounding the wall with his head. And suddenly a ghost-like figure appears behind him, arms spread wide in attack position.]
MAURA: Hold on!
[Alternate scenes of mixing and head bashing when suddenly Padraic falls over. The figure looms over his head, tongue outstretched.]
MAURA: Get away from him! [figure hisses at her and telekinetically throws her into the wall. Resumes position over Padraic's brain. The baby screeches, catching the figure's attention. ]
MAURA: No! [She slices her hand with a shard of glass, and her blood completes her concoction. Blue light emits from the bowl, and the figure is banished. Maura reaches up to comfort her child]
MAURA: It'll be okay sweetheart. It'll be okay. [She dies. The baby is still crying, and right before the screen goes to black, we see blood trickling out of her ear.]
Title Card
[Sam is tossing in bed.]
VOICEOVER LUCIFER: When your brother was trapped in Purgatory, you were here. With a girl, and a dog. You can't win this Sam. You're just not strong enough. You didn't even bother trying to find him. And I know that if you're going to beat the Darkness, you have to be ready to watch the people you love [dramatic pause] DIE.
[Sam wakes up and goes to the kitchen to start the stress relief exercise of taking apart and reassembling his gun. Dean walks in.]
DEAN: Hey!
SAM: Hey.
DEAN: How long you been up?
SAM: I don't know.
DEAN: You okay?
SAM: Yeah, I'm fine. [continues stressfully messing with gun]
DEAN: You sure? Because you haven't left the bunker in days.
SAM: I'm fine.
DEAN: Well good, because I think I found us a case. [holds up newspaper that says "Retiree found slain"] Harold Miller, 65. Resident of Oak Parks, an old folks home. Was found yesterday in his room with his head bashed in, but get this. The doors were locked and there was no sign of break-in. [Sam silently starts cleaning his gun.] Ghost? [pause] Demonic possession? [pause as he waits for Sam to respond.] I figure it's worth a look. What do you think? Oh, and best part is Oak Part is fifteen minutes from here. It's in our backyard. [half-smiling, trying to garner Sam's interest.]
SAM: And what about the Darkness? What about Cas? We haven't heard from him.
DEAN: 'Kay, first of all, we got zero on Amara. And Cas? Cas'll be fine. He always is.
[Cut to: Casifer feeding birds bread at a pond. He walks away and sits on a bench, creepily watching children on the playground, all with the signature creepy Lucifer smile. Another angel sits on a bench across the park, and has noticed Casifer. Casifer decides to go for a stroll down the "Nature Walk." The angel gets up and follows. Casifer starts whistling, and the angel draws his blade.]
CASIFER: [stops] All the parks in the world, and I pick one with an angel in it.
ANGEL: I saw you. Couldn't believe my eyes.
CASIFER: [winks] Well believe them. Beautiful out here, isn't it? It's funny. The things you think you're not gonna miss at all, you end up missing the very most.
ANGEL: [advances to attack] Enjoy it while you can.
CASIFER: [holds hands up in mock surrender] Woah woah woah! I come in peace, brother.
ANGEL: I am not your brother, Lucifer.
CASIFER: Well I'm not looking for a fight. In fact, I am your only hope at beating the darkness. I heard you, uh, had your shot at the title and missed it. [this whole conversation is filled with Misha's brilliant facial expressions that can't even be expressed in words. just know that.] [puts hand on angel's shoulder] You don't need to be afraid, brother. I'm out of that awful, awful cage. And I'm here to save you all. Lucifer Ex Machina.
ANGEL: [moves to attack again] It cannot be destroyed. But you could be! [Casifer snaps him into bloody mist.]
CASIFER: [wipes blood off cheek and sighs in annoyance.] That's the problem with you rank and file angels. No vision. [licks the blood off of his fingers and makes an appreciative face.] Mmm.
[Cut to: an Oak Parks van driving by as Wonderful Wonderful by Johnny Mathis plays. General panning view of the retirement home and its residents as the Impala drives up.]
SAM: Seriously? [scoffs] This place is an old folks home?
DEAN: Looks awesome. Maybe we oughta make a reservation.
SAM: [scoffs] Yeah, we should be so lucky to live long enough.
[They walk inside the lobby]
MANAGER: As I told the police, I was walking by Harold's room and I heard a loud banging noise. And then I heard Harold yell, from inside of his suite, "Get it out of my head." So I knocked on the door and called to him, and when he didn't reply, I used my passkey to get into his room. [Sam opens the door to Harold's room and slides under the crime scene tape.] That's when I saw him; he was on his back. His skull was, um, there was a lot of blood. [Sam hold us the EMF meter, which is going crazy.]
DEAN: And nobody else was in the room.
MANAGER: No. The windows were locked. I even checked the security locks. [Sam checks the locks and then leaves.] Nobody was in or out of Harold's room, all night. I don't really understand what could have happened. [A lady walks up next to them.] Hey, Mildred.
MILDRED: Oh good morning, Arthur.
ARTHUR: This is Mildred, one of our residents.
DEAN: Ah.
MILDRED: Good morning!
DEAN: [awkwardly, for who knows what reason] Hi. [Mildred walks away, eyeing Dean's figure as she does.] Um. Do you always work late at night?
ARTHUR: I've been, uh, staying here, actually. My wife left me. By a text, if you can believe it. A whole series of emojis. [Arthur says hi to some passing resident.]
DEAN: Huh. What'd'ya do?
ARTHUR: Oh, I didn't stand for that. Uh-uh. Fought fire with fire. Sent her the poop emoji.
DEAN: Well, that's one way to fly.
ARTHUR: I should've sent the heart. I can be so stupid. [says hi to someone else] I just wish she'd call me back.
DEAN: Oh, no no. I think you did the right thing. Hey listen. Since you've been staying here, uh, alot, uh, 've you noticed any strange sounds, smells, uh, cold spots.
ARTHUR: What? Uh, no. Why?
DEAN: Uh, just routine questions. [He says with a kind smile to make that obvious lie seem more plausible.] Um, what about enemies? Did Harold have any enemies?
ARTHUR: Actually, he had quite a few.
[Cut to Sam in Harold's room.]
[EMF is buzzing loudly. He sweeps the room, opens a drawer, and notices a bottle of pills. He shakes them.]
SAM: What the hell?
[Cut to Sam and Dean sitting at a table in the room]
SAM: Turns out Harold was stealing the other residents' Viagra.
DEAN: I know. A real dick move, huh? [Laughs at his own joke]
SAM: [Bitch face] So I got an EMF hit in his room, but I got an EMF hit on pretty much every floor in the building. How many people died in this place?
DEAN: Arthur, the, uh... heartbroken manager, he gave me access to all the resident's files. This is everyone who has passed here. Now, uh, this guy [pulls out specific file], Jake Townsend, had beef with Harold, but it wasn't over blue pills. [Dean subtly steals the Viagra off the table while Sam is distracted with the file.]
SAM: Whoa. Jake filed a formal complaint against Harold?
DEAN: Yeah. Apparently Harold was stealing his pension checks and cashing them in for himself. Now when Jake died, his family filed a civil suit against Harold, but it just got caught up in the courts and never went to trial.
SAM: So maybe Jake stuck around as a vengeful spirit. Took matters into his own hands. Alright. So where's Jake Townsend buried?
[Cut to Jake Townsend's grave]
[Sam and Dean are digging up the grave. Dean climbs out and sips a beer.]
SAM: Dude!
DEAN: Hmm? [stops drinking his beer] Oh, you got this. You got it. You're doing great. [Sam pants and returns to digging.] So no retirement, huh?
SAM: Hey, you're the one who's always wanted to go out blaze of glory style. [shakes his finger in the air.] Preferably while the Bon Jovi song is playing.
DEAN: I am a candle in the wind. Yeah, but the way you said, it was like that blaze of glory was gonna happen sonner than later. Are you okay?
SAM: [stops digging] No, I'm not, actually. Not at all. Being so close to Lucifer again, that... brought stuff up. Stuff I thought I forgot about.
DEAN: You want to talk about it?
SAM: No.
DEAN: Well, look. Lucifer is never getting out of that cage, ever. And you are never going back, period. So, case closed. [Sam find the coffin with his shovel.] And so is this one. [They open the coffin and throw salt down.] Kind of nice being back on a case, huh? Get your mind off of things.
SAM: Let's burn the bones so we can go home.
[Dean lights a match and throws it on the bones. Roaring flames ensue. Both boys have pensive looks on their faces. Sam's hair blows magnificently in the wind.]
[Cut to Oak Parks. Arthur is on the phone at his desk.]
ARTHUR: See you then. Okay. [hangs up. Sees Mildred.] You up to some trouble, young lady?
MILDRED: Always, Arthur. [They chuckle. Arthur hears a shrill shriek.]
ARTHUR: Oh. Did you hear that?
MILDRED: No. Are you all right? [Electricity crackles, and lights flicker.]
ARTHUR: It's okay. We've got backup generators. [He hears the shriek again.] Oh! Really? You can't hear that?
MILDRED: [Confusedly] No.
ARTHUR: It's sounds like someone's screaming. Oh! [The same ghostly figure from earlier appears in the hallway.] What is that?
MILDRED: [looks down the seemingly empty hallway.] I don't see anything.
ARTHUR: [hears shriek again] Get it out of my head!
MILDRED: Arthur, I-I don't hear anything! Tell me what to do! [Arthur yells in pain and runs to window pane.] Oh my god. [Arthur starts pounding his head on the window. The figure appears behind Mildred.] Arthur! [The glass breaks and Arthur falls out the window.] Arthur! [Mildred sees the figure as it flies past her, goes through the window, and starts feeding on Arthur's brain.] Arthur! [Mildred stares on in horror, when suddenly the figure turns her head sharply and looks at Mildred. Mildred screams. Cut to black.]
[Cut to the Oak Parks Lobby that morning. Downstairs, old people are crowding. Upstairs, an investigation is taking place by the local police. Sam and Dean are there also, presumable as FBI.]
MILRED: Arthur said he heard something, like a scream.
SAM: And did you hear anything?
MILDRED: I didn't hear a thing. Except the sound of Arthur bashing his head through that window. He just wanted that noise to stop. He said, "Get it out of my head."
DEAN: Hm. Did you notice anything else? A drop in temperature?
MILDRED: No. But the power went out. And when I looked through the I looked through the broken window I saw something.
SAM: Nd, nd, what did you see? [Apparently these Winchesters have issues saying "and." They say "nd."]
MILDRED: [sighs] You're not going to believe me. They [gestures at the local police] certainly didn't. But I know what I saw. This isn't my first brush with something like this. I saw a ghost ten years ago. Nobody believed me then either.
DEAN: [nods understandingly] We believe you, Ms. Baker. [He reaches out to hold her hand reassuringly. She grasps his hand.]
MILDRED: Oh, Agent Osborne, thank you.
DEAN: Mhm. [Sam finds humor in that she is still clasping his hand.]
MILDRED: I feel so much safer knowing the FBI is looking into this.
DEAN: Well, that's...I'm just gonna... I need my hand back. [Slides his hand out of her clutches].
MILDRED: Oh.
DEAN. Okay. [Laughs awkwardly.]
SAM: Ms. Baker. What did you see?
MILDRED: [sighs] It was a woman. Long flowing hair. Blood red robes. Sunken eyes. And, and she was... feeding on Arthur's head.
SAM: I'm so sorry. Um. 'Xcuse me one second. [walks over to talk to a nearby cleaning lady.]
MILDRED: Oh, please don't leave me, Agent Osborne.
DEAN: No, no. We're not going anywhere.
SAM: [approaches cleaning lady.] Excuse me. Ma'am? [she doesn't respond] Ma'am? [he touches her shoulder. She looks at him.] Sorry, uh, [looks at nametag] Marlene. Special Agent Butler, FBI. Do know about anything that happened with Arthur last night?
MARLENE: [Shakes head. And in a halting voice typical of a deaf person] Sorry. I wasn't working last night.
SAM: Oh. Um. [Slower, and finally enunciating]. Were you working here the night Harold Miller died? [She shakes her head.] Alright. Um. Thanks. [botches up the sign language for "thanks."]
MARLENE: [chuckles at Sam's blunder]. It, um, thanks. [She performs the sign correctly.]
SAM: [does the sign correctly] Right, of course. Uh, sorry. I only know a little. I took some back in college, but that was a while ago.
MARLENE: Most people don't know any. Appreciate the trying. I should probably, uh, get back.
SAM: Yeah. Uh, thank you. [Does the sign correctly once more. Walks back over to Dean, who is miraculously Mildred-free].
DEAN: Witness?
SAM: No. So apparently not ghost.
DEAN: Noooo, no. Ghosts don't feed on busted open heads.
SAM: Yeah. Alright. I'll check with the coroner, see if, uh, anything was missing from our first vic's brain.
DEAN: Fingers crossed, it's zombies. [grins] We can get our Walking Dead on. [Marlene takes notice from across the room. Since she can read lips, she catches the conversation]. Well, whatever it is we've got to figure it out...[camera zooms in on Dean's mouth] before the next feeding time. [Marlene stares at them suspiciously]
[Cut to Sam in a different room on his cell phone]
SAM: Yeah, I got it. Okay, thanks again. [hangs up] So, according to the coroner, part of Harold's frontal lobe was missing.
DEAN: And that tracks with Banshees.
SAM: Banshees? I thought Banshees were good.
DEAN: The ones tied to fairy lore are. They cry out as a warning to a victim's impending death. But these guys [shows Sam a website about Banshees on his tablet] are malevolent Banshees. Total dick bags. They use their piercing scream to drive their prey crazy. Forces the vics to crack open their own eggs, and then the Banshees feed on the yolk. Oh, and the only people who can hear the Banshee's scream are the vics.
SAM: Well, that would explain why Mildred didn't hear anything.
DEAN: Oh, and they, uh, travel through mist, which explains how they got into Harold's locked room. And they only prey on the vulnerable.
SAM: Harold did just have hip replacement surgery.
DEAN: And Arthur's wife just left him. Uh, broken heart?
SAM: That's a kind of vulnerable I guess.
DEAN: They hunt the same place until it's picked clean. And they only hunt at night, so that just gives us a few hours to figure out who's next.
SAM: Then how do we kill it?
DEAN: Gold blade. I don't have any in the trunk, so I got to head back to the bunker and grab a couple. You stay here and figure out who in this place is vulnerable.
[Cut to Dean walking to the Impala.]
[Marlene creepily stares at him as he drives away]
[Cut to the bunker.]
[Dean enters and heads down the stairwell. 3/4 of the way down, he hears a noise. He stops and looks around alertly. He pulls out his gun and continues down the halls in search of the noise. Something clatters. Dean walks faster. Gun poised, he goes into the library and finds Casifer.] Cas? [Casifer is facing away from Dean, so Dean does not see Casifer's facial expression that alerts the audience to the fact that THIS IS NOT CAS.] What the hell are you doing man?
CASIFER: Hello Dean.
DEAN: [puts away his gun] Right, yeah. We don't hear from you for days, you show up, and you start wrecking the joint?
CASIFER: [stands up and turns to Dean, revealing the fact that he is no longer wearing his trench coat or suit jacket. Also, his sleeves are rolled up. It is very obvious to the viewer that this is NOT CAS.] I'm sorry.
DEAN: Okay. Wai-wha-What are you doing?
CASIFER: Well I'm looking for a spell, something to draw Amara out, but there's... there's nothing. I had her in my sights. She was hurt. I should have ended it.
DEAN: Wait, what? How?
CAS: Well, I don't know, but...there has to be something. And how many more chances are we gonna get?
DEAN: Yeah I know. Saying you're gonna kill her is one thing, but... actually doing it's something totally different.
CASIFER: What do you mean?
DEAN: I've had two shots at Amara. I struck out both times.
CASIFER: What are you talking about?
DEAN: I don't even know where to start.
CASIFER: Dean... Tell me everything.
[Cut to Mildred's Kitchen]
[Sam knocks on the door as Mildred sets tea on the table.]
