All language subtitles for Supernatural S07E13 The Slice Girls-eng

Bobby! Bobby!

Gunshot wound to the right
frontal area, no exit wound found.

Hello, Mr. Singer.

Your time's up.

Idiots.

Bobby?

Hey!

What's it gonna be? Stay or go?

- You lied. You killed my friend.
- Killing Amy was not wrong.

You couldn't do it, so I did.

I don't know why I'm doing
much of anything anymore.

Here's my advice
you didn't ask for. Quit.

What? It's not even an option.
Not gonna walk out on my brother.

Do what I did. Decide to be
fine till the end of the week.

Make yourself smile because
you're alive and that's your job.

Then do it again the next week.

Do it right, with a
smile, or don't do it.

Barb, that you?

Good morning.

Hey.

Is that Bobby's?

- Heh. I didn't know you kept that.
- Yeah. Mine sprung a leak, ahem.

You know, most people would just carry,
uh, a photo or something for a memento.

Shut up, man. I'm
honoring the guy.

All right?

This is, uh, grief therapy. Kind of
like you and your wild goose chase.

- Wild goose chase?
- Yeah.

Four guys murdered in two
weeks. Hands and feet cut off.

Yeah, well, some guy
with a foot fetish run amok.

Grown men thrown so
hard they went through walls.

Ugh, did you even
read the article?

No, I was napping.

Well, what else you got going on?
Dick Roman's a dead end for now.

- We might as well stay...
- Stay busy.

- Exactly.
- Yeah.

The latest, but
probably not the last.

You always work this late?

Ugh. Hours suck, yeah,
but great benefits package.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

Ten percent co-pay on all drugs.
- Seriously?

- Just generic?
- No, name brands are cool.

- Huh.
- Yeah.

So, uh, what's our
boy here weigh?

Uh, a buck 90. Thrown against
the wall so hard it buckled.

Based on the blood at the scene, hands
and feet were cut off while he was alive.

The killer wanted him to suffer.

And all vics are male, right? With
the, uh, same kind of artwork as this?

Yeah. Identical.

So, uh, DNA left at
any of the scenes?

All of them. One before
this, the guy bit the attacker.

Still had a chunk
of flesh in his teeth.

- That's as good as it gets.
- Right.

- So we have a match?
- We do not.

Samples were rejected. Genetic
markers don't match anything we've seen.

- Didn't match any person in the database?
- No. They don't match anything human.

Hmm.

I'll admit, it could be in the general
vicinity of the ballpark of our thing.

Yeah. Uh, "Didn't match anything
human" usually seals the deal for me.

Uh, I've never seen
this symbol before.

Let's go back to the
motel, haul out the laptop.

That's a great idea.
Actually, a brilliant idea.

Here's my counter.
You do that...

I'll go undercover, mingle
amongst the locals...

see what kind of clues
bubble to the surface.

You're going to a bar.

Wow.

If you wanna oversimplify it.

Um, heh, dinner and a
movie, which sounded fine...

except the movie
was Human Centipede.

Well, so wait, uh, you
had a problem with that?

The date from hell.

Dating, right? Ugh.

But what's the option?

I don't see settling
down any time soon.

That's something you
don't hear every day.

Heh. What, are you
ready for the big commit?

Me?

Not exactly.

Nice suit, by the way.

Guys don't dress up much.

- I like it.
- Yeah, well...

it's a conservative
line of work.

What line is that?

- Investment banking.
- Oh, God.

- Thanks.
- I hear the hours are ridic.

- Yeah.
- But there's money to be made.

I've had a fortunate year.

Well...

may you have many more.

- Heh. You speak Japanese?
- Enough to get by.

Well...

- look at you.
- Yeah, look at me.

So...

You wanna move this
conversation elsewhere?

Hi.

What can I do for you?

- You look like crap.
- Yeah, well, I feel worse than I look.

I do recommend the Cobalt
Room, by the way. Awesome night.

Although, I think I'm
getting too old for this. Heh.

- Did you, uh, figure out that symbol?
- No. Um...

- We're gonna need an expert.
- Expert?

Our expert's dead.

All right.

Comes off the wall down here.

Thanks.

Hmm. Nice decor. Very
early slaughterhouse.

FBI.

Guys, this is Charlene Penn.
She's the lead on the case.

More of the same. Uh...

No forced entry,
thrown across the room.

Made to suffer.

Both hands and feet cut off.

Same symbol on the chest.

Hmm. Whoever the killer
is, the guy's a monster.

Excuse me.

This guy just like the last one.
Uh, early 30s, decent-looking.

Yeah. Uh, just
like the first three.

You know, fairly successful,
no known enemies.

- Hmm.
- Here.

Excuse me.

I got it.

How can I help you?

I was just trying to find out what
happened. Jerry was a friend.

I'm sorry. Jerry was
killed sometime last night.

You live nearby?

Yeah. Two doors down.

You, uh... You know anyone
who would wanna harm Jerry?

No. He's the nicest
guy in the world.

Well, his... His wife
wasn't real happy with him.

Why's that?

A few nights ago, he
has a little one-night fling.

Ann found out, took off.

But she would never
do anything like...

Yeah, of course.

Thanks.

- Who was that?
- Neighbor.

- Vic's wife caught him cheating.
- We're not thinking it's the wife.

Not unless she benches 350 and
did the other guys as a warm-up.

Shoot.

I left Bobby's flask
over at Lydia's.

- Lydia?
- My workout partner from last night.

Now I've gotta go get it.

Not only do you know her
name, you're gonna call her.

Bite me.

How sweet, she
gave you her number.

They always give
you their number.

Hello? DEAN: Lydia.

Hey, it's, uh, Dean.
From last night.

Uh-huh.

Uh, listen, I think I left
something over at your place.

It was an old flask. Um...

Doesn't look like much,
but it has sentimental value.

So, uh, have you seen it?

No.

But if I do, I'll call.

- You want my number?
- My cell grabbed it. Uh...

Sorry, I gotta go.

Just real busy at the moment.

Oh.

She's real busy.

Breathe.

Agh! WOMAN: Control, Lydia.

As in all things.

One final push.

- Aah!
- The pain is an honor.

What will we call her?

You will call her Emma.

Next.

Fascinating.

Truly.

And, actually, rather
accomplished draftsmanship.

Yeah, if you get past the fact
that it was carved into a guy's body.

Professor Morrison, we're
hoping you can tell us...

- what the symbol means.
- Uh, maybe.

Maybe?

It's possible I
could. Even likely.

Is the FBI offering
suitable remuneration?

The respect of
a grateful nation.

And a good word with the IRS.

Aah.

Well, it appears quite ancient.

Well, that narrows it down.

A corrupted version of
symbology associated with worship.

Definitely an obscure
regional script.

Oh, this will require
some research.

All right. Great.

Well, uh, I guess we'll
be seeing you tomorrow.

Tomorrow? Ha, ha.

I've spent entire sabbaticals
on a project like this.

Professor...

- we have a serial killer on our hands.
- Your government needs you, sir.

Gentlemen...

my housekeeper
needs a green card.

Dear God. Where'd
you find this guy?

Supposed to be top in his field.

When his field includes things
that go bump in the night...

he's gonna be worth
the breath we wasted.

So, what are we supposed
to do? Spin our wheels?

Sam, this is us spinning
our wheels, okay?

Dude, you know what? I
wanna call him too, okay?

Believe me. But
Bobby's not here.

So we're settling.

Yeah. We sure are.

- Damn it. Why hasn't she called?
- Who? Uh, Lydia?

Heh. Wait, so some girl is actually
dumping you the morning after?

You're enjoying this a
little more than you need to.

Screw it. I'm going over
there and getting the flask.

Don.

Dean.

- I guess you didn't get my messages.
- No, I did. I've been busy.

Oh.

Anyway, I, uh, left that flask
over here the other night.

Yes. I found it. So beat up
and old I almost tossed it.

Yeah. Well, the guy it belonged
to was beat up and old too...

but I was very close with
him and I'd, uh, hate to lose it.

I'll get it for you.

So how you been?
Other than busy.

Just that.

Really busy. Here you go.

Oh, wow.

I see why you're
busy. Babysitting, huh?

No.

Yours?

Uh-huh.

You didn't tell me
you had a little girl.

There's probably all kinds of
things we didn't tell each other.

What's her name?

- Emma.
- Hi, Emma.

Your first?

Yes.

Well, I hear they
grow like weeds.

You have no idea.

Sorry, I gotta take this.

Hello?

Mm... Hey. Where are you?
It's a flask, not the Holy Grail.

I'm a people person, all right?
I'm engaging in some social skills.

- Heh.
- You get anything out of Morrison?

No. Not yet. Would
you get back here?

- We're due at the crime
lab. GIRL: Mom, pick me up.

- Dean?
- Hang on.

- Why don't you just me? GIRL:
Who's that guy in the other room?

Shh. GIRL: Who is that?

You there?

Shh. Don't talk.
We'll discuss it later.

Hello?

Let me call you back.

So again, we got a guy
weighing about two bills...

thrown into a wall so hard he's got
pieces of plaster lodged in his skull.

What triggered the fed's
involvement in this case?

I always think you boys
have bigger fish to fry.

- No. Actually, we...
- I just figured it was the similarity...

to other cold cases. If it's the
same killer, he crossed state lines.

That would bring you guys in.

Heh. Well, that's exactly right.

Uh, what he said.

Yeah, whatever. You're
gonna have to wrap this up.

Your case isn't the only
one we're working on.

You get used to her.

Uh, so, Eddie, by the way, I didn't
bring the cold case files with me.

- There a chance you have a copy?
- Yeah.

Great.

- The Cobalt Room.
- Hmm. Yeah, it's pretty well-known.

Looking to hook up, it's
a pretty good place to go.

- I've heard.
- Vic number two was there.

According to a security
guard, he left with a hot girl.

- Two days later, he's an obituary.
- Same with Jerry Price.

Mm-hm. And far as I can tell,
at least a couple others in there.

- Same thing in Chicago.
- Yep.

Busted marriages, flings
with unknown women...

that kind of thing. All
just before they got offed.

Thanks.

- Is Emma ready?
- Yes. Come in.

Thank you.

Yeah? SAM: Dude.

- You never showed.
- I'm outside Lydia's.

Oh, come on, man, What are
you, obsessed or something?

I'm telling you, I have been eating
at the buffet of strange all afternoon.

- Meaning what?
- I'll tell you the second I know.

- Something ain't right.
- Or you're obsessed.

Shut up. I'm serious.

Okay, uh, you need backup or...?

No, not yet.

What's up on your end?

There was an identical murder
fest two years ago in Chicago.

And again in Miami
two years before that.

All the victims were
young, successful.

A lot of them went to the same
bar, lines up. Trails always went cold.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

And by the way,
as a personal kicker.

Here, at least some of the vics
hooked up in that bar you went to.

The, uh... The Cobalt Room.

So just saying, man,
you dodged a bullet.

Gotta go.

Nice talk.

Emma. Hurry up.

Come on, Emma. Time to go.

Emma...

you be a good girl.

Make us proud.

I will, Mama.

Bye, Emma.

I hate when this happens.

Maybe she has another
kid she didn't tell you about.

No, just the one. Emma.

But that night, when I was
with her, she didn't have any.

And I was at her place, man.
There was no playpens, no blankets...

- no rubber ducks.
- Right.

You would've been
focused on that.

Hey, that's the first thing
you notice. Red flags.

Pfft.

- Then all of a sudden, boom, baby.
- Yeah, the one you thought talked.

Oh, it talked. And
not baby talk either.

Now you know so much
about child development?

I know enough to know they don't
say, "Hey, Mom, who's that guy?"

So cut to Lydia's handing this
kid, who's calling her mommy...

over to these two women,
right? But this is not a baby.

No, no. This kid has gotta
be 5. And same name.

Emma.

George Foreman named
all his sons George.

Are you deliberately
messing with me?

Dude, I know weird, okay?

There is no non-weird
explanation for this.

This morning, Emma was a baby.

By sunset, she's Hannah Montana.

Early years.

- It's the professor.
- Oh, good, the professor.

I'm sure he'll crack this wide open.
- Shh.

On this special night, you
join an exceptional family.

You are ready to take your places
alongside us and learn our traditions.

This is a tribute to the one
who created and protects us.

We hunt for her.
We kill for her.

Now we consume that kill as
a symbol of unity with those...

who completed their blood missions
and furthered the life of the tribe.

Go ahead, Emma.

You need to eat.

You know, identifying this
scrawl was no day at the beach.

- Lesser scholars would have crumbled.
- Professor.

- The symbol?
- Yeah, yeah.

It's ancient, regional.

Very difficult to identify...

but I managed to find a match.

It's a variation of a symbol
associated with the Greek pantheon.

The temple of the goddess
Harmonia. According to myth...

the coupling of Harmonia
and Ares, the god of war...

- produced the Amazons.
- Amazons.

- Like Wonder Woman?
- No, like a tribe of warriors.

They actually existed.

The comic books, they're
just silly perversions.

The symbol, I believe it
originated with the Amazons...

pictographs meant to
pay homage to Harmonia.

Occult talismans, if you will.

They had an exclusively female
culture. No use for men whatsoever.

Except procreation.

- All the vics were male.
- So you said.

- With this symbol carved in their chests.
- Hands and feet cut off.

- Now, that is interesting.
- Caught our attention.

After they were impregnated, they killed
the male, first cutting off body parts.

I couldn't check their IDs...

because everything
they have is fake.

I've been digging for hours.

And one thing's for
sure, they ain't FBI.

- And who are they?
- They're after us, is what they are.

Remember that
cross-country murder spree...

those crazy brothers went
on a couple months ago?

- That's them?
- That barely scratches the surface.

They're thugs.

Vigilantes.

But look, we've dealt with
hunters like this before.

Well, the one is already
scheduled to be taken care of.

Just simply add the
other one to the agenda.

I know Bobby's got a Grecian
encyclopedia of weird in here.

I saw it last time I was
looking for the stupid...

Would it kill him to have a system?
- He has a system.

His files are set
up like his brain.

Uh. You got anything?

Uh, yeah. There's this whole
crazy side to Amazon lore...

Professor Morrison
didn't even mention.

He doesn't believe in it. A handicap
when you're trying to deal with it.

Right. Um...

Apparently, there was
this long bloody war.

Amazon population was decimated.
They made a bargain with Harmonia...

to replenish their ranks,
make them stronger.

I'd say throwing grown men
through walls is stronger.

Yeah. Well, basically, they
became more than human.

Harmonia turned
them into monsters.

Can you kill them like humans?
Or is there some kind of trick?

Ugh...

- Doesn't say. It could go either way.
- Well, that's helpful. What else?

The lore says they
reproduced quickly.

As in, after mating, they
gave birth within 36 hours.

Babies grew incredibly fast. Then
the aging process became normal.

Which is one way to
make an army, I guess.

The mating cycle's
every two years.

They send out all the women
who've reached child-bearing age.

This lines up. This happens every
couple of years in different towns.

Yeah. And we know for sure...

that at least some of the vics
hooked up with strange women...

days before being
killed Amazon-style.

Hooked up in the same
bar I met Lydia, right?

- Yeah.
- And then suddenly...

she's got a little baby
in, like, fruit fly time.

That baby turns into
a little girl just as fast.

Wow.

- So maybe you're a...
- Don't say it.

- If that kid's yours...
- I said don't say it.

Fine, I won't. But, Dean...

Dude, seriously. A one-night
stand? You're just gonna roll the dice?

- You don't even...?
- Of course not, Sam.

What, do you think
I'm brain-dead?

Accidents happen.

If one even did,
which I... I don't think...

No. Stop. We're not gonna
talk about this anymore...

- because my skin's starting to crawl.
- But if it's true, if it happened...

I know.

Hang on to my hands and feet.

We are so pleased
with your progress.

You are absorbing the
traditions of our mothers.

And you are close to
fulfilling your tribal destiny...

and taking your place
alongside your sisters.

Today, you are a warrior.

Though you may
walk among others...

your heart is
only with the tribe.

Soon you will take the final
glorious step into adulthood.

Today, you will learn how to
endure pain and how to inflict it.

Fight it, Emma.

As with all you do,
courage is everything.

Going through Bobby's files...

is like dumpster diving.

Yeah, tell me about it.

So it makes sense why the
Amazons all wanted to hook up...

with decent-looking,
successful guys.

- Picky about the gene pool?
- Right.

So...

So, what was Lydia
doing with you?

Well, she may or may not have
thought I was a rich investment banker.

Sam.

- Yeah?
- These papers just moved.

- What?
- I didn't touch them.

It's all over the place.

Redline.

Redline.

Oh, and power lines by the open
window where there's a breeze...

- that could've moved the papers.
- You feel a breeze?

Doesn't matter, Dean.
The readings are useless.

Hey. Maybe, uh...

- We burned him, Dean.
- So what?

- What are you suggesting?
- I don't know. What are you?

- Concentrate on something else.
- Why?

Because it's not Bobby.

- Could be.
- It couldn't be.

- Why not?
- Because we want it to be.

Maybe it's useful.

It's in a pile of
maybe it's useful.

Besides, it's in Greek.
Nobody reads Greek.

Yeah, except Greeks.

Oh, and Bobby.

And Professor Morrison.

- Really?
- I'm going, Dean. You stay here.

Keep the door locked.
Don't go anywhere.

I mean it.

Fine.

You have got to be kidding.
I have office hours tomorrow.

I'm sorry, professor,
I need your help.

The FBI isn't paying
me enough for this.

All right, I'll
sweeten the deal.

We'll remove your wiretap.

Hi.

You don't know me,
but my name is Emma.

I need your help.

I think I'm in trouble and
you're the only person I can trust.

Why?

Because you're my father.

- How'd you find me?
- They've been watching you.

Ever since Mom got pregnant.

If you're such a prisoner, you
mind telling me how you escaped?

I waited until lights-out.

The women who watch over
us change shifts a little after 10.

Uh-huh. And you left because?

They stick you in there...

and you trust them.

It's all you know.

And you don't question
what they want you to do.

Terrible things.

That's why I had to leave.

They tortured me.

They told me I had to endure
pain so I could be strong like them.

But I don't wanna be like them.

Okay.

Come on in.

Have a seat.

Okay. Ahem.

Let's assume that
you're not like them yet.

What do you want me to do?

Get me away from here.

You're a good man.

My mother told me that.

Heh.

I seriously doubt she said that.

And if you knew me, you
would seriously doubt it's true.

They told me you're a hunter.

So maybe you'll
understand about me.

Maybe you can protect me.

Just long enough
so I can get away.

And then I'll leave you alone.

I know you don't want me.

All right, let's not go there,
okay? This isn't a matter of...

Heh. You get this isn't
a normal situation, right?

How would I know?

Three days ago, I
wasn't even alive.

Now here I am.

My mother threw
me into that place...

and my father...

Well...

You get this is my last chance to
have anything normal, ever, right?

- It's fascinating.
- What's it say?

Oh, I haven't gotten there
yet. The paper is handmade.

A cellulose, rather like papyrus.
Which would explain its durability.

- Professor.
- Wherever did you get it?

Uh... Um...

A crazy drunk old genius.

Yeah, they always have the
good stuff. Well, it's in Greek.

- Yeah. Yeah, I know that.
- Not a common dialect.

My God. What is it
with you and Amazons?

- Professor, it's important.
- At 11:30 at night? It better be.

Oh, here's a new twist.

It repeats the
conventional lore.

Amazon warriors mate with males,
the males are murdered. Yada, yada.

According to this, it's not
the women who do the killing.

Instead, a ritual of
initiation requires...

that the child born of
the mating process...

must kill her own father.

What?

You look exhausted.

And starving.

It's been a tough sweet 16.

So you believe me?

You'll help me?

If you really want help.

- Detective.
- Agent. You're here late.

Yeah. Listen, could
we talk in the morning?

- Unh.
- What's your hurry...

Sam?

Sam Winchester.

Let's see. I could run you in for
impersonating a federal agent.

Well, what happens when
they find out you're missing?

They may have already found out.

They'll hunt me down.

Look, I know this
is gonna be hard...

but if I'm gonna get
out, I have to do it now.

I got cheese and
a leftover burrito.

Doesn't make a difference.

You were asking
if I believed you.

I was told you'd be a challenge.

I figured you'd chat me up,
try and catch me off guard.

Almost worked. I was
expecting your mother.

It's not her place.

- I have to kill you.
- Is that what they told you?

- It's what I am.
- I should kill you right now.

Sure. But you could've
done that 30 seconds ago.

It's weirdly hard, isn't it?

- It is for me.
- Knock it off.

How could it not
be? You're my father.

- Hey, we're not gonna do that.
- It's true.

You're the reason we're standing here.
I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you.

So now someone
has to kill someone.

You know what?

So far, my childhood's
been disappointing.

You haven't killed
anybody yet, Emma.

Walk away.

Right now. I won't go after you.

I can't.

I don't have a choice.

Please, don't let him hurt me.

This is the mother ship.

Let's get this done.

They're gone.

You know what, I
don't like it either.

I wanted to torch them
just as much as you.

Yeah, but, hey, next time
they surface, we'll be ready.

If we live that long.

All right, fine. Just sit
there and be pissed.

What did you say to me?

When I was the one who choked.
What did you say about Amy?

- You kill the monster.
- I was going to.

- The hell you were. Think I'm an idiot?
- You think I am?

- Dean, you were gonna let her walk.
- No, I wasn't. That's ridiculous.

Look, man. She was not yours.

Not really.

Actually, she, uh...
She was, really.

She just also happened to
be a crazy man-killing monster.

- But, uh, hey...
- You know what? Bobby was right.

Your head's not in it, man. When
Cass died, you were wobbly, but now...

Now what?

What, you're dealing with it so
perfect? Yeah. News flash, pal.

You're just as
screwed up as I am.

You're just bigger.

- What?
- I don't know.

Look, Dean, the
thing is, tonight, it...

It almost got you killed. I
don't care how you deal.

I really, really don't.

But just don't...

Don't get killed.

I'll do what I can.

- And what's that supposed to mean?
- Means I'll do what I can.

You can shut up about it.