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CASTl EL: Your brother is heading
down a dangerous road , Dean.

Okay. l'm in.

RUBY: You gonna tell Dean?
-l just gotta figure out the right way.

RUBY: He's gonna find out.
lf not, he's gonna be pissed.

SAM:
He's gonna be anyway.

[GROANS]

You satisfied?

DEAN : Why do you trust her so much?
-She helped me go after Lilith.

Thanks for the thumbnail. Real vivid.

Something major must've happened. . .

. . .because l come back
and you're BFF with a demon .

You wanna fill in a little detail?

Sure, Dean. Let's trade stories.

You first. How was hell?
Don't spare the details.

[POUNDlNG]

[CAR DOOR OPENS]

Hey.

What?

Ted's cracking the whip,
isn't he?

ADAM :
You think l like coming home late?

l'm working my ass off.

Okay.

Sorry.

No, l'm sorry.

l'm sorry.

Long day.

Oh, hey. l ran into Jill Martin today.

-Gary's turning 40 on Saturday.
-Yeah?

She invited us to the party.

What'd you tell her?

That we'd go.

You're kidding.

What?

You like Gary.

Yeah, that doesn't mean that l wanna
waste my Saturday night with him.

l thought you'd want to go.

l don't believe you .

lt's fine.
l'll call Jill and tell her we can't make it.

What's with you tonight?

lt's like you wanna have a fight
or something.

[VlCKl SCREAMS]

[GRUNTS]

SAM [WH lSPERl NG]:
Yeah .

[TRUCK HONKlNG]

Yeah .
No, that's what l'm telling you.

No storm, no bad crops, nothing.

Yeah .

Yeah, okay.

Okay, we'll keep looking .

You keep looking too, okay?

All right. Talk soon.

[l N NORMAL VOlCE]
Hey.

Up and at them, kiddo.

[GROANS]

You're up early.
What are you doing?

Nothing. l was in the can.

Yeah?

Yeah . You want a picture?

-No, l'll pass.
-Found a job. Bedford , lowa.

Guy beat his wife's brains out
with a meat tenderizer.

-Yikes.
-And get this:

Third local inside
two months to gank his wife.

No priors on any of them,
all happily married .

-Sounds like Ozzie and Harriet.
-More like The Shining.

Yeah, we'd better have a look.

Why does the P.D.
keep sending you guys?

-l don't want a lawyer.
-They're lining up the firing squad .

l'm pleading guilty.

All right, look. You don't want us
to represent you , that's fine.

ln fact, it's not a bad idea,
between you and me.

[CLEARS TH ROAT]

We just wanna understand
what happened, that's all.

Mr. Benson .

Please.

What happened was. . .

. . . l killed my wife. . .

. . .and you wanna know why?

Because she made plans
without asking me.

Then when it happened,
how did you feel?

SAM:
Disoriented or out of control?

Like something possessed you
to do it?

l knew exactly what l was doing.

l was crystal clear.

-Then why'd you do it?
-l don't know.

l loved her. We were happy.

[ADAM SlGHS]

Nine G's.

That's a hefty bill.

-Where did you get that?
-Doesn't matter. We have it.

See, certain charges, ones you
don't want the missus to know. . .

. . .they show up under shady names
like "M & C Entertainment."

l don't know
what you're talking about.

-Like dropping plastic at a nudie bar.
-We just wanna know the truth.

Her name was Jasmine.

She was a stripper?

Dude, her name was Jasmine.

l didn't mean for it to happen.

l don't like to go to strip bars.

But my buddy
was having a bachelor party. . .

-. . .and there she was.
-Jasmine.

She came right up to me.

And, uh, l-- l don't know,
she was just. . .

. . .perfect.

Everything that l wanted .

-Pay enough, anybody will be anything.
-lt wasn't about the money.

lt wasn't even about the sex.
lt was--

l don't know. l--

l don't know what it was.
lt's hard to explain.

And your wife found out?

No. She never had a clue.

Then why'd you kill her?

For Jasmine.

She said
we would be together forever. . .

. . .if-- lf only Vicki was. . . .

[SPEAKS l N SPAN lSH]

Afterwards, me and Jasmine were
supposed to meet, she never showed .

l don't know where she lives,
her last name.

l don't know her real first name.

l'm an idiot.

And you didn't think
to tell this to the cops?

What for?

The stripper didn't do it. l did it.

And l know what l deserve.

Judge doesn't give me the death
sentence, l'll just do it myself.

WOMAN [OVER PA]:
Wheelchair for maternity, check in.

-Rough night?
-Fun night.

Rough morning.

Can l help you?

Uh, yes. Um.

l'm Special Agent Stiles, FBl .

You're Dr. Cara Roberts?

Far as l know.

You do some work
with the sheriff's department?

Yeah, when l'm not slogging it
through the ER.

Small town. We multi-task.

l have questions about a case.
About several cases, actually.

You mind if l sit?

Great. Uh, Adam Benson,
Jim Wylie and Steve Snyder.

Oh, yeah.
The men who killed their wives.

You handled the workups, right?

Mm-hm. Autopsies for the wives
and tox screens for the perps.

Two-for-one special .

-You find anything?
-Not really.

l mean, c.o.d. in the women
was pretty clear.

-Nothing unusual in their system.
-What about the husbands?

Can l see your badge again?

There was one thing, um,
an anomaly in the blood work.

And l remember thinking
how strange it was. . .

. . .that it showed up
in all three of the men.

That what showed up?

Oxytocin.
And their levels were crazy high .

-Uh, oxytocin?
CARA: Mm-hm.

lt's a hormone that's produced
during childbirth, lactation and sex.

-Okay.
-People call it the love hormone.

Um, you know how it feels
when you first fall in love?

The whole weak-in-the-knees,
tattoo-you-on-my-chest thing?

That's oxytocin.

Of course, it eventually fades and then
you're stuck with every relationship ever.

That and the painful regimen
of tattoo removal.

What'd l miss?

-This is my partner, Agent Murdock.
-Please, "agent" sounds so formal.

-You can call me Dean.
-l'm Dr. Roberts.

So can l help you
with anything else?

Uh, sure. Just one more thing.
This chemical--

-Oxytocin.
SAM: Oxytocin.

What would cause those high levels
that you found?

Nothing that l've ever seen .

Hmm.

Okay. That's it. Thanks, doc.

By the way, uh. . .

. . .try a greasy breakfast.
Best thing for a hangover.

Watch it, buddy.
l'm the only M. D. here.

Dude, you totally C-blocked me.

SAM:
So Wylie and Snyder fessed up, huh?

One emptied his l RA, the other, his kid's
college fund , all on the same thing.

Live Nude Girls?

Club called the Honey Wagon.

These guys have affairs with the stripper
also known as Jasmine?

Yes and no.
This is where it gets interesting.

Each guy hooked up
with a different chick.

So, what,
these girls all connected somehow?

Well, they all described their stripper
in the exact same way:

Perfect, and everything
that they wanted .

Till Barbie convinced them
to murder their wives.

-There's that.
-Like they were under some spell.

Seems that way.

Which caused them
to become psychotic.

Absolutely.

You seem pretty cheery.

Strippers, Sammy. Strippers.

We are on an actual case
involving strippers.

Finally.

[DANCE MUSlC PLAYS]

l'm looking for three girls:
Jasmine, Aurora and Ariel.

You think those names
mean anything to me?

One's a redhead , about 5'9".
The other one's Asian--

You have any idea
how many girls l deal with?

Fake names, fake hair, fake--

You gotta have some paperwork,
check stubs.

Some way to keep track
of the strippers.

Please, "exotic dancers."

lndependent contractors
working for cash.

l stay out of their hair,
they stay out of what little l have left.

Three of your customers
murdered their wives.

You don't think that's weird?

Yeah, l think that's super-frigging weird.
But you know what it ain't? My problem.

[SPECTATORS APPLAUDl NG]

[SPECTATORS CH EERl NG]

Any luck?

No. You?

A little. Just talked to Bobby.

We officially have a theory.

-What's that?
-Siren.

Like Greek myth siren? The Odyssey?

Hey, l read .

But the siren's not actually a myth .

lt's more of a beautiful creatures
that prey on men . . .

. . .entice them with their siren song.

Let me guess. "Welcome to the Jungle"?
No, no. Warrant's "Cherry Pie."

Their song is more of a metaphor,
like their call, their allure, you know?

They shake their thing,
the guys zombie out?

Basically, yeah. Sirens lived on islands.

Sailors would chase them,
ignoring the rocky shores. . .

-. . .and dash themselves to pieces.
-Like Adam.

Yeah . lf you were a siren in '09
looking to ruin a bunch of morons. . .

. . .where would you set up?

So whatever floats the guy's boat,
that's what they look like?

Yeah . You see, sirens can read minds.

They see what you want most
and then they can cloak themselves.

You know, like an illusion.

So it could all be the same chick. . .

. . .morphing into different dream girls.

Yeah, actually. Probably.
Sirens are usually pretty solitary.

How do we kill it?

Bobby's working on it.
Even if we figure that out--

How the hell we gonna find it?
lt could be anybody.

[BELLE LAUGHS]

Hi.

Hey, Belle.

l thought you'd never come.

[DOOR CLOSES]

lt's okay. She's asleep.

Lenny, you're amazing. . .

. . .taking care of her like this.

Most guys would've put her
in a nursing home.

lt's no big deal.

-She's my mom.
-Like l said. . .

[MOAN l NG]

[WH lSPERS]
Baby.

[l N NORMAL VOlCE]
l love you so much.

The way you take care of me
and your mom.

You're so sweet. . .

. . .and strong.

l just wish
you didn't have to carry it all.

l mean, your mom
takes up all your time.

As long as she's around. . .

. . .we can't really be happy.

She's not so bad.

l could be with you . . .

. . .forever.

lf only your mom wasn't here.

Don't you wanna be with me forever?

Yeah .

Yeah, you know l do.

Then bash your mother's brains in.

Baby, do it for me.

Do it, baby.

Yeah, okay.

lf you say so.

l love you .

[LASH ES]

[WH l MPERS]

[GRUNTS]

[SCREAMS]

[LASH ES]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[LlNE RlNGl NG]

RUBY:
Hey, Sam.

Sam?

You there?

[DOOR OPENS]

Lenny Bristol was definitely
another siren vic.

-You get in to see him?
-Brought home a stripper named Belle.

Couple hours later, he offed his mother.
Belle, of course, went MlA.

-Wait, he killed his mom?
-The woman he was closest to.

Huh.

[CELL PHONE Rl NGS]

Yeah, you , uh,
forgot your cell phone.

[CELL PHONE Rl NG l NG]

SAM: Hey, Bobby.
BOBBY: Sam.

Did you find her yet?

Uh, no.

And, uh, it doesn't seem
she's slowing down .

What about you? Got anything?

Uh, Some lore from a
dusty Greek poem.

-Shockingly, it's vague.
-Oh, l'm gonna put you on speaker.

BOBBY:
It says you need "a bronze dagger. . .

. . .covered in the blood of a sailor
under the spell of the song."

-What the hell does that mean?
BOBBY: You got me.

We're dealing with 3000 years
of the telephone game.

Best guess?

Well, the siren's spell ain't got
nothing to do with any song.

lt's most likely
some kind of toxin or venom.

-Something in the vics' blood--
-Makes them go all Manchurian Candidate.

-Uh, she infects the men during sex?
BOBBY: Maybe.

Supernatural STD.

Well, however it happens. . .

. . .once it's done,
the siren's gotta watch her back.

-She gets a dose of her own medicine.
-lt kills her.

Like a snake getting iced
by its own venom.

So we gotta juice
one of the O.J .'s in jail .

Not that easy. None of those guys
are under the spell anymore.

Haven't got a clue where
you're gonna get the blood you need.

-l think l might have an idea.
-Be careful.

These things are tricky bitches.

Wrap you up in knots
before you know what hit you.

-Dr. Roberts.
-Agent Stiles.

Can't stay away, huh?

Actually, we're here on business.
About the-- The blood samples.

The ones with the high. . .

. . .you know, uh, oxytocin?

-You still have them?
-Mm-hm.

-Good . We need them.
-What for?

-Excuse me, Dr. Roberts.
-Yeah?

Excuse me.
Uh, we're a little busy here, buddy.

Yeah, so am l , pal.

Could you give us a sec?

-Sure.
-Thanks.

[CLEARS TH ROAT]

-What's your name?
-Nick Munroe. What's yours?

l'm Special Agent Sam Stiles.
This is my partner, Dean Murdock.

-What office you from?
-Omaha, violent crimes unit.

My SAC sent me down here
to see about the murders.

Hmm.

-You?
-D.C. Our assistant director assigned us.

-Oh, which AD?
-Mike Kaiser.

Your badge numbers?

-You're kidding.
-l'm following protocol.

Look, man. Whatever.
Just call our AD, he'll sort things out.

BOBBY: D. C. Bureau.
-Yeah, Assistant Director Kaiser, please.

BOBBY: That would be me.
What can l do for you?

Yes, sir, uh, hello.

lt's Agent Nick Monroe. l'm calling
about, uh, two of your men.

Stiles and Murdock?

Uh, it seems that they've been
put on my case by mistake.

You questioning my authority?

N lCK: No, no, no, sir.
I'm not questioning your--

You could have fooled me.

Last time l checked , son,
D.C. has jurisdiction .

Or am l wrong?

N lCK: Uh, no, sir.
-Well, good.

Well, the next time you wanna waste
my time with stupid questions, don't.

Those idiots.

-l'm sorry, guys.
-Yeah, just don't let it happen again .

-Where are you at with this?
-Where are you at with this?

Well, l was just about
to run the perps' blood work.

l already checked . Dead end.

-Oh, yeah?
-Yeah.

But get this. l feel like l found something
that connects all the murderers.

Really?

They were all banging strippers. . .

-. . .from the same club.
-You don't say.

What do you say
we go down there and check it out?

[SlGHS]

Well, here's the thing, Nick.

-See, we're kind of lone wolves--
-That sounds like an excellent idea.

Just give me a second with my partner
and we'll, uh--

One sec. Come here.

You gotta stay with him.

-What?
-Keep him out of the way.

-Why me?
-Because l gotta get the blood samples.

-What am l supposed to do with him?
-Just take him to the strip club. . .

. . .keep an eye out for the siren.
Come on . Just focus on the naked girls.

You'll forget he's even there.

l'm not doing this for you.
l'm doing it for the girls.

We're taking my ride.
No complaining about the tunes.

No way.

-You drive an lmpala?
-Yeah.

lt's a '67, right?

That's a 327 four-barrel.

Yeah, actually.

-lt's a thing of beauty.
-Thanks.

How did you talk the bureau
into letting you drive your own wheels?

-You want this blood because. . .?
-We'd like to run some tests.

[CHUCKLES]

You know, l've run every test there is.
lt's, um, my job.

Notice the lab coat.

We know a specialist
who'd like to try out a theory.

lf you say so.

CARA: What the hell?
-What?

The blood's gone.

[CHEERl NG]

Yeah !

[CHEERl NG]

Come on .

Ah!

"Nobody's Fault But Mine."

Oh, oh, oh, uh,
Zeppelin recorded it in '75. . .

. . .cover of a Blind Willie Johnson tune.

Nice.

"You Shook Me."

Ah, '69, debut album,
written by Willie Dixon.

-And. . .?
-And what?

Written by Willie Dixon
and J . B. Lenoir.

Dude. Dude.

You know, for a fed ,
you're not a total dick.

Aren't we both feds?

Yeah, no, l just-- You know, not a
lot of feds as cool as us. Huh?

So, what the hell with this case?

How does a girl talk
four different johns into murder?

-lt's a crazy world .
N lCK: l guess.

-Hey, can l level with you?
-Mm.

l found something weird .

Well, you have brought your weird
to the right spot. Lay it on me.

l went to the crime scene
this morning.

Saw them bagging this up.

So l went back through the files.

lt turns out a flower just like that
was found at every crime scene.

Like it was left on purpose?

Sometimes a serial killer will leave
an object behind, like a calling card . . .

. . .but with this case. . . .

Tell you the truth . . .

. . . l got no idea.

l think l might.
l've seen a flower like this before.

CARA:
We've watched them twice.

-Whoever took the blood--
-Must have tampered with the tapes.

[SlGHS]

Who has access to your office?

Everybody. l don't lock it.

You what?

[LAUGHS]

l've never had this problem before.

What is so important about the blood ,
anyway?

Someone drugged the men.
Made them commit murder.

What? What kind of drug?

l'm not sure yet.

l don't know.

l mean, l interviewed those guys
and they had their reasons.

-Yeah, but they all loved their victims.
-l'm sure they did.

[CHUCKLES]

Come on .

Haven't you ever been in a relationship
where you really loved somebody. . .

. . .and still kind of wanted
to bash their head in?

[CHUCKLES]

Sounds like you're speaking
from experience.

Yeah .

[CARA SlGHS]

-Look, l'm sorry. l don't mean to pry.
CARA: lt's okay.

l was the one who brought it up.

Really?

lt's medicine.

l'm a doctor.

His name was Carl .

We were married .

[CHUCKLES]

[SAM SlGHS]

So, what happened?

Life happened.

[CHUCKLES]

l don't know. l mean, l loved him.

l still do, l guess but um--

l don't know. lt's like one day, l looked
up and l was living with a stranger and--

[CHUCKLES]

You know what l mean?

l guess.

Or l don't know. Maybe.

[CHUCKLES]

People change.

God , l know l did .

[SAM SlGHS]

lt's nothing to feel guilty about.
lt happens.

-So you two split up?
-Yeah, l suppose that's a word for it.

[CELL PHONE Rl NGS]

You need to get that?

No. Not right now.

Whatever.

We've all got our own sad stories. . .

. . .so screw it.

[CHUCKLES]

Have fun, no regrets and live life
like there's no tomorrow.

For instance, l have been thinking
about you all night.

Well. . .

-. . .parts of you .
-Just parts.

Mm-hm.

Like your lips.

They're very distracting.

lt's a problem.

l can't stop thinking
about kissing them.

That so?

So. . .

. . .what the hell, huh?

[LlNE RlNGl NG]

[DOOR CLOSES]

-Sam? Where the hell you been?
SAM: With Cara.

Oh, it's Cara now?
And you're not picking up your phone?

We were trying to find the blood
samples. Someone stole them.

-l'll bet.
-What's that supposed to mean?

Nick found flower petals
at the crime scenes. Hyacinths.

-So?
DEAN: Hyacinths.

Mediterranean. From the island where
the whole frigging siren myth started .

-Okay.
-Sam, Cara had hyacinth flowers.

[CHUCKLES]

-You think Cara's the siren?
DEAN : l did a little checking.

-She's been in town for two months.
-Yeah. And--?

And she has an ex-husband.
A dead ex-husband . Carl Roberts.

Dropped like a stone, no warning.

Supposedly a heart attack.

Well, maybe it was a heart attack.

-You kidding me?
-l just don't think it's her.

And what makes you so sure?

l don't know. A hunch.

A hunch? l'm giving you cold, hard facts,
you're giving me "a hunch"?

Did you sleep with her?

No.

Holy crap. You did .

Middle of Basic lnstinct
and you bang Sharon Stone.

-You could be under her spell right now.
-l'm not under her spell .

-Unbelievable, man. l just don't get it.
-What?

-Nothing.
-No, say it.

No, it's just-- First, it's Madison
and then Ruby and now Cara.

What is with you and
banging monsters?

Look, l'm telling you . lt's not Cara.
l feel fine.

-l'll bet you do.
-You don't trust me.

This could be the siren talking.

Just tell me where you are
and we'll figure things out.

No.

-Are you serious?
-I wish I weren't.

l gotta handle this, Sam.

By myself.

[GRUNTS]

[SlGHS]

DEAN :
Sam's in trouble, Bobby.

The siren's worked her mojo on him.

Give me a call as soon
as you get this.

[CELL PHONE Rl NGS]

Hey, man. What's up?

l need your help.

Uh, sure. With what?

DEAN :
Canvassing. We gotta find somebody.

-She went in just a second ago.
-Nice work.

-Should we follow her?
-No, l don't wanna tip her off.

-We'll see who she comes out with.
-So you think--

What?

She's drugging these guys?

Pretty much.

Uh-huh.

l know how it sounds.

You sure about that?
Because it sounds like crazy on toast.

All these different strippers,
they're magically the same girl?

But they're not strippers at all,
it's Dr. Quinn?

Hard to explain,
but l have reasons and they're good.

You're gonna have to trust me.

Yeah, okay.

l guess.

Thank you .

That's actually nice to hear.

[LAUGHS]

Yeah .

[CLEARS TH ROAT]

So let's say she is drugging her vics.

-How's she pulling that off?
-She could be injecting them.

You know, or passing the toxin
through, uh, physical contact.

Or it could be her saliva.

You really should've wiped the lip of that
thing before you drank from it, Dean.

l should be your little brother.

Sam.

You can't trust him.

Not like you can trust me.

ln fact, l really feel like
you should get him out of the way. . .

. . .so that we can be brothers. . .

. . .forever.

Yeah .

Yeah, you're right.

Nick.

What are you doing here?

[GROANS]

Dean.

[GASPl NG]

l gotta tell you ,
you're one butt ugly stripper.

Well, maybe.

But l got exactly what l wanted.
l got Dean.

Dean. Come on, man. This isn't you.
You can fight this.

Let me go.

Why don't you cut him?
Just a little, on his neck right there?

[GROANS]

-Dean's all mine.
-You poisoned him.

No, l gave him what he needed .
And it wasn't some bitch in a G-string.

lt was you.

A little brother that looked up to him,
that he could trust.

And now he loves me.

[GROANS]

He'd do anything for me.

And l gotta tell you Sam,
that kind of devotion?

l mean, watching someone kill
for you?

lt's the best feeling.

That why you're slutting all over?

Um.

l get bored, like we all do. . .

. . .and l wanna fall in love again. . .

. . .and again and again.

l have fought some nasty
sons of bitches. . .

. . .but you are one needy,
pathetic loser.

You won't feel that way in a minute.

[GROANS]

[CHOKES AND SPlTS]

So l know you two have a lot
you wanna get off your chests.

So why don't you discuss it. . .

. . .and whoever survives
can be with me forever?

l don't know when it happened .

Maybe when l was in hell.

Maybe when l was staring
right at you.

-But the Sam l knew, he's gone.
-That so?

And it's not the demon blood
or the psychic crap.

lt's the little stuff.

The lies.

-The secrets.
-Oh, yeah?

-What secrets?
-Your phone calls to Ruby, for one.

SAM: So l need your say-so
to make a phone call?

DEAN :
That's the point.

You're hiding things from me.
What else aren't you telling me?

None of your business.

See what l mean?

We used to be in this together.

-We used to have each other's backs.
-Okay. Fine.

You wanna know why l didn't tell you,
and how we're hunting down Lilith?

Because you're too weak
to go after her, Dean.

You're holding me back.

l'm a better hunter than you are.

Stronger, smarter. l can take out demons
you're too scared to go near.

-Crap.
-You're too busy sitting around. . .

. . .feeling sorry for yourself.

Whining about all the souls
you tortured in hell .

Boo-hoo.

[BOTH GRUNTlNG]

You're not standing in my way
anymore.

[GROAN l NG]

[BOTH GRUNTlNG]

N lCK:
Do it.

Do it for me, Dean.

Tell me again how weak l am,
Sam, huh?

How l hold you back.

[GROAN l NG]

No. No.

[GRUNTS]

[SAM SlGHS]

SAM:
Thanks.

DEAN :
Soda?

BOBBY:
You boys are driving, ain't you?

Thanks, Bobby. You know, you--

-You hadn't shown up when you did--
-Done the same for me, more than once.

You could have picked up the phone.

Only took one call to figure out
that Agent Nick Monroe wasn't real .

You boys gonna be okay?

-Yeah, fine.
-Yeah, good.

See you.

You know, sirens are nasty things.

That it got to you,
that's no reason to feel bad.

You gonna say goodbye to Cara?

No.

Not interested.

[SN l FFS]

Really? Why not?

What's the point?

Well, look at you.
Love them and leave them.

You know l didn't mean
the things l said, right?

That it was just
the siren's spell talking.

-Of course. Me too.
-Okay.

So-- So we're good?

Yeah, we're good.

[ENGLlSH SDH]