All language subtitles for supernatural.s11e11.bdrip.x264-mayhem

There's this cage, in hell.
And it's where they keep Lucifer.

And I've been in it.
I think God wants me to go back.

That wasn't God
inside your head, Sam.

It was me.

Your brother's in Hell.

The Darkness, she's the end of everything.

We can beat her.

With Lucifer.

You want a vessel?

No.

Plan B.

- Last words?
- Can you really beat her?

- I can.
- Then yes.

Lucifer.

The Darkness. What is she to you?

You'll never hurt me.

I'm sorry, Amara.

We're bound, Dean.

I told you.

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.

Padraic? Oh, what are you doing?

She loves this song.

It's the only thing
that'll put her to sleep.

Oh, besides...

This is our song.

It's good to see you smiling, mo chuisle.

I'm trying, Maura.

I'm trying.

Oh, do you hear that?

That would be our daughter.

No. I hear

a scream.

It's...

Hold on, Padraic, just hold on!

Get it out of my head!

Hold on!

Get away from him!

No!

It'll be okay, sweetie.

It'll be okay.

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 gonna beat the Darkness,

you have to be ready to watch
the people you love die.

Hey.

Hey.

How long you been up?

I don't know.

- You okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

Are you sure? 'Cause you haven't
left the bunker in days.

I'm fine.

Well, good,
'cause I think I found us a case.

"Harold Miller, 65.

"A resident of Oak Park, “
it's 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.

Ghost?

Demonic possession?

I figure it's worth a look.
What do you think?

Oh, and best part is,
Oak Park is fifteen minutes from here.

It's in our backyard.

And what about the Darkness?

What about Cass?
We haven't heard from him.

Okay, first of all,
we've got zero on Amara.

And Cass? Cass'll be fine. He always is.

Come on! Let's go!

You've gotta catch it!

All the parks in the world,
and I pick one with an angel in it.

I saw you. Couldn't believe my eyes.

Oh, believe them.

It's 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, very most.

- Enjoy it while you can.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

I come in peace, brother.

I am not your brother, Lucifer.

Well, I'm not looking for a fight.

In fact, I am your only hope
at beating the Darkness.

I heard you, uh...

I heard you kids had your big shot
at the title and missed it.

You don't need to be afraid, brother.

I am out of that awful, awful cage.

And I'm here to save you all.

Lucifer ex machina.

It cannot be destroyed. But you could be.

Ugh.

That's the problem
with you rank-and-file angels.

No vision.

Hmm. Hmm.

Seriously?

This place is an old folks' home?

It looks awesome.

Maybe we ought to make a reservation.

Yeah, we should be so lucky
to live long enough.

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.

That's when I saw him. He was on his back.

His skull was, um...

Well, there was a lot of blood.

And nobody else was in the room?

No.
The windows and doors were locked.

I even checked the security logs.

Nobody was in or out
of Harold's room all night.

Hmm.

I don't really understand
what could have happened.

Hmm.

Hey, Mildred.

Oh, good morning, Arthur.

This is Mildred, one of our residents.

Ah.

Good morning.

Hi.

- Yeah?
- Um... You always work late at night?

I've been, uh, staying here, actually.

My wife left me.

Via text, if you can believe it.

A whole series of emojis. Hi.

Huh. What'd you do?

Oh, I didn't stand for that.

Uh-uh. Fought fire with fire.

I sent her the poop emoji.

Well, that's one way to fly.

I should have sent the heart.
I can be so stupid.

Hi. I just wish she'd call me back.

Oh, no, no,
I think you did the right thing.

Um... Hey, listen, since you've been
staying here, uh, a lot

uh, have you noticed any strange
sounds, smells, uh, cold spots?

What? Uh, no. Why?

- Oh, just routine questions. Um...
- Hmm.

What about enemies?
Harold have any enemies?

Actually...

He had quite a few.

What the hell?

Turns out Harold was stealing
the other residents' Viagra.

I know. It's a real dick move, huh?

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?

Arthur, the, uh, heartbroken manager,

he gave me access
to all the residents' files.

This is everyone who has passed here.

Now, uh,

this guy, Jake Townsend,

had a beef with Harold,
but it wasn't over blue pills.

Whoa.

Jake filed a formal complaint
against Harold?

Yeah. Apparently, Harold
was stealing his pension checks

and cashing them 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.

So, maybe Jake stuck around
as a vengeful spirit.

Took matters into his own hands.

All right.
So, where's Jake Townsend buried?

- Dude.
- Mmm?

Oh, you got this.
You got it, you're doing great.

So, no retirement, huh?

Hey, you're the one who's always wanted
to go out Blaze of Glory style.

Preferably while
the Bon Jovi song is playing.

Lam a candle in the wind.

Yeah, but the way you said it was like

that Blaze of Glory was gonna happen
sooner rather than later.

Are you okay?

No, I'm not, actually, not at all.

Being so close to Lucifer again, that...

Brought stuff up.

Stuff I thought I forgot about.

You wanna talk about it?

No.

Well, look. Lucifer is never
getting out of that cage. Ever.

And you are never going back. Period.

So, case closed.

And so is this one.

Kind of nice being back on a case, huh?
Get your mind off of things.

Just burn the bones so we can go home.

See you then. Okay.

You up to some trouble, young lady?

Always, Arthur.

Oh. Do you hear that?

No. Are you all right?

It's okay. We've got back-up generators.

- Really? You can't hear that?
- No.

Oh, it sounds like someone's screaming.

What is that?

I don't see anything.

Get it out of my head!

Arthur, I don't hear anything!
Tell me what to do! I...

Oh, my God.

Arthur.

Arthur?

Arthur!

Arthur said he heard
something like a scream.

And did you hear anything?

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!"

Mmm. Did you notice anything else?
A drop in temperature...

No. But the power went out.

And when I looked through
the broken window, I saw something.

What did you see, exactly?

You're not gonna believe me.
They 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.

We believe you, Ms. Baker.

- Oh, Agent Osbourne, thank you.
- Mmm-hmm.

I feel so much safer knowing
the FBI is looking into this.

Well, that's... I'm just gonna...
I'm gonna need my hand back, so...

on.

Okay.

Ms. Baker, what did you see?

It was a woman.

Long, flowing hair. Blood-red robes.
Sunken eyes.

And, and she was

feeding on Arthur's head.

I'm so sorry. Um, excuse me one second.

Oh, please don't leave me, Agent Osbourne.

No, no. We're not going anywhere.

Yeah.

Excuse me. Ma'am?

Ma'am? Sorry. Uh...

Marlene.

Special Agent Butler, FBI.

Do you know anything about
what happened with Arthur last night?

Sorry. I wasn't working last night.

Oh, um, were you working the night
Harold Miller died?

All right, um, thanks.

Um, "Thanks."

Right, of course.
Uh, sorry, I, I only know a little.

I took some back in college.
But that was a while ago.

Most people don't know any.

I appreciate the try.

I should probably, uh, get back.

Yeah, uh, thank you.

- Witness?
- No.

Okay, so, apparently, not a ghost.

No. No, ghosts don't feed on
busted-open heads.

Yeah. All right,
I'll check with the coroner.

See if anything was missing
from our first vic's brain.

Fingers crossed it's zombies.
We can get our Walking Dead on.

Yeah, I got it. Okay, thanks again.

So, according to the coroner,
part of Harold's frontal lobe was missing.

And that tracks with banshees.

Banshees?

I thought banshees were good.

The ones tied to the fairy lore are.

They cry out as a warning
to a victim's impending death.

But these guys are malevolent banshees.
Total dickbags.

They use their, uh, 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 banshees' scream are the vics.

Well, that would explain
why Mildred didn't hear anything.

Oh, and they, uh, travel through mist,

which explains how they
got into Harold's locked room.

And they only prey on the vulnerable.

Harold did just have
hip replacement surgery.

And Arthur's wife just left him.

- A broken heart.
- That's a kind of vulnerable, I guess.

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.

- And how do we kill it?
- Gold blade.

I don't have any in the trunk, so I gotta
head back to the bunker and grab a couple.

You stay here and figure out
who in this place is vulnerable.

Hey!

Cass?

What the hell are you doing, man?

Hello, Dean.

Right, yeah.
We don't hear from you for days,

you show up, you start wrecking the joint?

I'm sorry.

Okay, what, what are you doing?

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.

Wait, what? How?

Well, I don't know. But...

There has to be something.

And how many more chances
are we gonna get?

Yeah, I know.
Saying you're gonna kill is one thing, but

actually doing it's something
totally different.

What do you mean?

I've had two shots at Amara.

I struck out both times.

What are you talking about?

I don't even know where to start.

Dean, tell me everything.

Come in.

Oh, Agent Butler.
Oh, please, do come in.

- Sure.
- Where's that partner of yours?

Oh, he, um... He'll be back soon.

Is this you?

Yes, that was a long time ago.

Before I got so good looking.

Please, have a seat.

Sure.

- Like some tea?
- Uh, no, thank you.

Ms. Baker...

Mmm. Please, "Mildred."

Mildred.

I need to be honest with you.

My partner and I, we're not really FBI.

We're brothers, and we hunt monsters.

I knew it.

I knew it! I...

You two are too cute to be FBI agents.

And I knew that damn ghost
I saw years ago was real.

Does this, um...

Does this look familiar?

Oh, my God, yes.

- It's a banshee?
- It is-.

Banshees scream at their victims,
getting them to harm themselves.

And then they feed on their...

Brains.

Right. Now, banshees
prey on the vulnerable.

So, I checked out
all of the residents' medical records.

And you have an atrial fibrillation,
which can be treated with meds,

- but it means that...
- I'm vulnerable?

Am I next?

My brother and I
aren't gonna let that happen.

We're gonna protect you. Okay?

Yeah.

Now, banshees only hunt at night.

So, you're safe right now.

And, and we really need you
to try and get some rest while you can.

We'll be back.

One more thing.

Do you know a housekeeper named
Marlene? She's deaf.

I think maybe you got your names mixed up.

There is one person on staff
named Marlene, but she's on vacation.

Agent Butler, my granddaughter is deaf

and I could really use
some practice signing.

So, if there is a staff member
that's deaf,

I would love to talk to them.

So would I.

Hey!

Dressing up as FBI to cover up your kills.

It's almost clever.

Never met a banshee that could blend in.

- Wait, what?
- I read your friend's lips.

It's "feeding time"?

No, no, no. You're mixed up.
You're mixed up.

We're not banshees.

We're hunters. It's my brother.
We're all hunting the same thing here.

A banshee in blood-red robes, right?

I swear. Look, test me. Test me, please.

See?

No.

Hey. Wait a minute.

Thanks.

My name is Sam Winchester.

Eileen Leahy.

The banshee you're hunting?

It killed my parents.

Hold on!

A hunter found me in my crib,
ears bleeding.

Lillian O'Grady. This was hers.

She'd been tracking the banshee.
Never found it, though.

So, Lillian raised you?

More like trained me.

She died when I was 16.

On the job?

Cancer.

And you've been on your own ever since?

I prefer working alone.

Trust issues.

Yeah, I know.

So, was your mom, a hunter or a witch?

No. Her father was part of
this secret organization.

It's defunct now.

The Men of Letters?

Yeah.

How'd you know?

My brother and I, we're like you.

We're legacies.

I tried to kill her.

Well, the two of you are connected
somehow by the Mark.

Yeah, no, it's, it's, uh...
It's more than that.

Attraction?

- Oh, Dean...
- I know.

I know, okay?

Whatever it is, uh,

attraction, connection...

I gotta tell you man, it scares me.

I don't know that I can stop it.

I don't know that I can resist it.

Hey. It scares me, too.

But we will find out
what this is, I promise.

In the end, it may help draw her out.
This could be a good thing.

Sam?

Dean, look up
Edwin Durbin II.

- Wait, what?
- In the Men of Letters files.

Oh, son of a bitch. She ain't lying.

According to the Men of Letters records,

Edwin Durbin ll
was inducted in 1939,

pan' of a small delegation
that was sent to Europe.

Wow. Right.

Yeah. Her father had just lost his job.
He had a nervous breakdown.

- So he was vulnerable.
- Right.

And her mom
only knew some basic spells.

She used one to banish the banshee.

Saved Eileen 's life.

Dean, the banshee we're hunting is the
same one that killed Eileen's parents.

Awesome.
All right, what's the plan?

Well, we're gonna use the same
Celtic spell Eileen used to trap me.

When the banshee comes
for Mildred tonight, we trap it...

- And we hit it with gold.
- Right.

I don't like using Mildred as bait.

Are you worried about her?

So, does this mean she has a shot?

Well, I always did have a thing
for Blanche on Golden Girls.

Seriously?

Hey, don’t judge
what you don't understand, Sammy.

No, I'm, I'm not judging.
I just always had a thing for Sophia.

Yeah, I could see that.

Look, I don't like using anyone as bait.

But this is all we got.

I'm on my way.

Cass, I gotta get back to Sam.

Listen, about what we talked about,
let's just keep that between you and me.

Uh, till we know more. Okay?

- Dean, that's not...
- Cass, just trust me.

All right.

But the next time you face Amara,
you won't be alone.

Thanks, Cass.

Not bad.

All right.
I guess all we have to do now is, uh...

Wait.

Yeah.

Eileen, you okay?

I'm nervous.

If this really is the banshee
I've been looking for...

Eileen, in my experience,

revenge is not all it's cracked up to be.

Killing this banshee
is not gonna bring your parents back.

I never met them.
They're just pictures to me.

But... They're family.

My family.

I understand. Believe me.

But after you get your revenge,

then what?

I have no idea.

My mother was a lawyer.

Be nice to follow in her footsteps.

I was studying law at Stanford
when my brother came and got me,

so we could get our revenge.

You've been hunting together ever since?

Yeah. I, I wouldn't do this
without my brother.

He's had my back every step of the way.

Even when I let him down.

Hey.

Eileen, this is my brother,
Dean Winchester.

Dean, this is Eileen Leahy.

Eileen, it's good to meet you.

So, you're, uh, a legacy, too?

I guess so, yeah.

Uh, right, well, uh... Let's see here.

There's one for you.
And I'm guessing you already have one.

Uh, I guess we got an extra one
for Mildred. Where's Mildred?

Agent!

- Oh, I'm glad you're back.
- Yeah.

- I feel safer already. Um...
- Yeah.

Come here. I want to show you something.

Well, come on and sit down.
I'm not gonna bite.

Never really was my thing.

Okay.

I have the same view from upstairs.

West-facing rooms, they cost extra.

You know, you gotta pay for the view.

- Mmm.
- It's not bad.

"Not bad"?

Honey, it's almost as gorgeous as you are.

You know, tell me something.

When's the last time you watched a sunset

without waiting for something
to go bump in the night?

Hmm.

- You should try it sometime.
- Yeah.

I just hope...
This one isn't my last.

I mean, does this stuff really work?

A banshee shows up and you cut your hand
and slap it on one of those things,

and it gets trapped?

I mean, this is actually
something that happens?

Yep. And then it gets one of these.

Mildred, everything's gonna be fine.

Okay?

Tell me something.
What'd you do before you retired?

I was in a Patsy Cline tribute band.

- No.
- I am deadly serious.

- You ever miss life on the road?
- Ah!

Nah, I had my fun.

You wanna know the secret to living
a long and happy life?

Actually, yes, I do.

Follow your heart.

You do that,
all the rest just figures itself out.

I did that.

I followed my heart.

Travelled the world, made people smile,

forget about their problems for a while.

And then my heart said,
"Well, you're done."

I had my fill and...

And I retired. And I love it.

Hey, you know,
this place isn't what I expected.

Oh, life here is great.
I'd just like to enjoy it a little more.

And you will. I promise.

Your hand is still on my knee.

I could move it up.

Okay.

I'm gonna...

Do you hear that?

I don't hear anything. Do you?

Sam!

Dean!

- Oh, Sam, it's what happened to Arthur!
- Hey! Hey!

Dean.

Dean, look at me!

Sam, it's here!

Eileen!

- Mildred!
- Stop! Stop!

Oh.

Are you okay?

Hey.

Thank you.

So, how do you feel?

It felt like just another kill.

It didn't bring my parents back.

Nothing will.

What now? Law school?

No. This is my life.

Feel free to drop a line
if you ever need anything.

Or even if you just want to hang out.

- You can't call me, though.
- Okay.

I mean, you could call,
but I won't answer.

So, you boys hitting the road, huh?

Yes, ma'am.

Well, it's for the best. It wouldn't have
worked out between us, anyway.

Why not?

Darling, if there is one thing
I've learned in all my years on the road,

it's when somebody's pining
for somebody else.

Oh, don't try and hide it, now.

Follow your heart. Remember?

I don't know who the lucky lady is,

but I'm damn sure jealous.

Well, I am single,
and I am ready to mingle. So...

Well, then you know where I live.

All right. You boys stay out of trouble.

That's not gonna happen, Mildred.

Wow!

- Cass gone?
- Yeah, I guess so.

What was he doing here, anyway?

He was looking for lore on the Darkness.

There was something
a little off about him, too.

Something always seems
a little bit off about Cass.

Ah, you know, being so close to Lucifer
probably wasn't easy for him, either.

We'll just keep an eye on him.

You were right, by the way.

Getting back on the job. It... It helped.

Wait, say that again?
That part about me being right.

You're an idiot.

Dean.

When I was with Lucifer, he, um...

He showed me things.

It was like a highlight reel
of my biggest failures.

Yeah, he was messing with you.
That's what he does.

Give me a sec.

I should've looked for you.

When you were in Purgatory, I...

I should have turned over every stone.

But I didn't. I stopped.

And I've never forgiven myself for it.

Well, I have.

Hey, that's in the past, man.

What's done is done.

All that matters now,
all that's ever mattered,

is that we're together.
So, shut up and drink your beer.

Ah. You gonna be able to sleep tonight?

Yeah. Yeah, I think so. What about you?

Yeah, I still got some ringing
going on in my head,

but nothing some good music
can't wash out.

You know...

I still can't figure that out.

I mean, banshees
go after the vulnerable, right?

So, Why'd it go after you?

You're overthinking it.

It was going after Mildred,
it saw my gold blade,

acted out of self-defense. Simple.

Yeah. You're probably right.

- I'm always right.
- Yeah, yeah.

- Night.
- Night.

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