All language subtitles for Supernatural S08E16 Remember the Titans-eng

I figured out how to close the gates of hell.

Basically, God built a series of tests.

When you've done all three,
you can slam the gates.

- You need backup.
- No, I need you safe.

We know where this ends. One of us dies.

I'm gonna do these trials.
I'm gonna do them alone. End of story.

- Spell's not gonna work.
- I didn't pass the test.

But I did. And I'm doing the rest of them.

Sam.

I'm good. I'm okay.

I can do this.

Oh, God.

Oh, no.

Dang it.

Dispatch, 7 Mary 4. You got your ears on?

Go ahead, 7 Mary 4.

I got a hit and run on 89. He's dead.

What's the condition of the body?

Looks like he's frozen solid. Please advise.

7 Mary 4, please hold your position.

We'll send an ambulance to your location.

What the hell?

What's up with you?

Nothing. Why?

Heard from Kevin?

Uh, no. Nothing yet.

What's it been? Like three weeks?

What's taking that little brainiac so long?
It's a book, read it.

Translating an ancient language with zero
help might be more difficult than we think.

So no word from Cass, Kevin's taking
his sweet time, and you're acting cagey.

We need a lead
before I start climbing these walls.

Well, uh, ahem,
in that case, I can give you zombies.

Guy gets hit by a car,
left for dead overnight...

...guts spilled out all over the road,
then gets up and walks away from it.

- Nothing about brain munching?
- Remember Bobby's wife?

She didn't munch on any brains.

- Well, who's the witness?
- Montana state trooper. Twenty-year vet.

Checked his pulse. Saw his insides
spilled out all over the place.

Announced him dead with a capital D.

Since when have the feds
started tracking zombie activity?

We don't track zombie activity
because there's no such thing as zombies.

Uh-huh.

- Why don't you tell us what you saw?
- Article said it all.

Dead as dog poop.
Guts pecked out, face frozen.

People don't walk away from that.
Zombies do.

You don't think something
dragged him away?

One set of footprints. No drag marks.

- You didn't go after him?
- That's grizzly country.

You couldn't pay me enough
to hike those woods.

Not without a bazooka.

Uh, Jack? I got something here.

It came across the wire from Livingston.

"John Doe,
presumably mauled by a grizzly."

Holy crap, that's him.

- That's the dead guy?
- Dead my ass.

That's a zombie, boys.

Uh, you know what, trooper?
Why don't you stay here?

We'll take care of this.
We need someone to hold down the fort.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

And if things go all Dawn of the Dead on us,
you'll be our first call.

Boys.

Aim for the head.

No ID on this guy?

Fingerprints came up blank too.

- What's going on down here?
- Liver was eaten.

Best guess is a bird got at it.

Hm.

I gotta say, I am a little disappointed.

Because you wanted to shoot zombies.

Damn straight I wanted
to shoot some zombies.

This is about as open and shut
as it gets, all right?

Guy gets Mack-Trucked,
goes down for a nap, wakes up...

...takes a detour into Mama Bear's den.
End of story.

Then why would he run?

He was injured.
That trooper could've helped him.

I don't know. Shady past?

Don't guys with a shady past
usually have a fingerprint on file?

Whatever it was,
the guy's dead now. All right?

Remember what Bobby said? Hm?
Wood chipper beats everything? Yeah.

Well, so does grizzly bear...

- Unh!
- You better start talking.

What are you?
And if you say zombie, I swear...

What? No, I'm not anything.

Two minutes ago, you were
room temperature. You're something.

I don't know what I am, okay?
I don't know who I am.

All I know is all I do is die.

So if you want to shoot me, shoot me.

Promise me you'll finish the job
because I can't take this anymore.

All right, get up, get up, get up, stand up.

All you do is die?
What's that supposed to mean?

Once a day, for as long as I can remember.

After a few hours, I'm back.

What, are you like a real life Kenny?

Who?

No, my name is Shane.

All right. Shane, we're not gonna find out
what you are in here.

You come with us. We're gonna run
a few tests, make sure everything's kosher.

Tests?

Aah!

Seriously? This is FBI-sanctioned?

Drink.

All right. So, uh, how long
has this dying thing been going on?

Long as I can remember.
But my memory only goes back a few years.

Wait, so now you have amnesia?
How do you know your name?

My real name isn't Shane.

It was given to me because, I don't know,
people had to call me something.

- Okay. So then what happened to you?
- Got pulled off a mountain in Europe.

They said that I got caught in an avalanche.

I don't remember anything
from before the rescue.

When I realized my condition,
I knew I couldn't be around other people.

I built a little cabin, learned to hunt,
kept to myself.

Seemed easiest that way.

A couple pot growers grew nervous
with me being near their crop.

Shot me. Twice.
Figured it was time to move on.

Right into the grill of that pickup.

- You think maybe I could clean up?
- Yeah. Knock yourself out.

Well, he's definitely something.

Yeah, but maybe he's not the monster.
Maybe he's the victim.

- You thinking curse?
- Could be looking for a witch. Yeah.

You know what?
He's parked here, he's safe.

Maybe we should get another room
until we can figure this out.

All right, but you're the one
going full-cavity for the hex bag.

Who are you?

You don't remember?

Never mind.

Who are you?

Now?

I'm your worst enemy.

Who the hell was that?

She... She said that she knew me.

Yeah. How?

I don't know, but, uh, I could have sworn
that she was upset I didn't know her back.

This is a lot more than a curse.
You've got some tiger blood.

Where'd you learn that kung fu?

- Hey, buddy, you okay?
- Yeah. Yeah.

I just need a minute.

I've never been in a fight my whole life.

Whoa. Hey. Hey, pal. Hey. Are you...?

Hey. Whoa.

- Is he having a heart attack?
- Do we call 911?

And tell them the dead guy we stole from
the morgue is alive and having a coronary?

I feel like I'm sitting shivah.

Well, that's not... Never mind.
Um, we need to think, Dean.

What do we know of that has, uh,
Jason Bourne fighting skills...

...dies a lot...

...and has a history with violent women?

I don't know, you?

- May I help you?
- Agent Bonham?

- And you are?
- This is going to sound really strange...

...but I'm looking for a corpse
that went missing today.

The coroner said that
you were the last one to see it.

I'm Hayley.

Uh, this is Agent Jones.

Why are you looking for our John Doe?

Well, his name is Shane.

At least that's what I called him.

I'm the mother of his son.

Hey.

Why don't you, uh, slap me some skin, huh?

He's shy.

It's okay, Oliver.

- Oh, you weren't supposed to see...
- It's okay.

Stay with the nice FBI agents, Oliver.

Hey.

When I was younger...

...I had friends that wanted to climb
this mountain in Europe...

...and I thought it sounded exciting,
so I joined them.

The avalanche.

He told you?

What else did he say?

Just that he doesn't remember
how he got there.

My friends were gone.

And when I found him,
his clothes were torn off...

...his eyes were frozen solid,
but he was still alive.

I just knew there was something off
about him, the way that he would...

Die every day?

Yeah.

I thought it was from exposure or shock,
maybe he was unconscious.

We were both in bad shape.

And I know I couldn't have made it down
the mountain if it weren't for him.

And when we got to the bottom, we, uh,
realized that it had become something else.

And we spent the night together,
and while we were, you know...

...he had a heart attack.

Awkward.

So I called 911, and they couldn't save him.

And I had to go down to ID the body...

He popped up again, alive.

I freaked out and I ran.

And nine months later, I had Oliver.

I hired a private investigator.
I really tried to find him.

But when they gave up, I gave up.

- Until a couple of months ago.
- Now, what made you look again?

The worst thing.

Hayley?

Hello, Shane.

Oliver? Come here, honey.

I thought it was time you two meet.

This is Oliver.

Did you find anything?

Well, uh, looks like we were right
about that curse thing.

From what I can tell,
we're looking at a Titan.

Titan? What is that, like a god?

More like a proto-god.
Like, the gods before the gods.

Look, they ruled over Greece
before Zeus...

...and the rest of the Olympian gods
overthrew them.

Okay. So who is this guy?

Best I can tell?

Prometheus.

- Seriously?
- Yeah.

- Didn't he steal fire or something?
- Yep.

He, uh, Ocean's Eleven'd Mount Olympus
and stole the flames of Olympia.

For what? Kicks?

For us, actually.

Zeus decided to revoke
humanity's ability to make fire.

So we couldn't cook, couldn't stay warm,
couldn't see in the dark.

Sounds like a monster's paradise.
And this guy made it right for us?

Yeah. And in return, Zeus decided
to strap him to that mountain...

...and make him relive death every day.

Damn. Every day for how long?

No wonder the guy's hard drive is fried.

Did you figure out who, uh,
Xena-wannabe was?

I'm guessing Artemis, Zeus' daughter.

She's known to carry around weapons
like that dagger.

They're nasty. They'll kill immortals dead.

All right. Well, we've never battled
a god curse before.

Hope we can break it.

This is an eagle
chowing down on your intestines.

You don't remember that?

No.

Okay, look, I hate to break it to you,
but you are Prometheus.

Then the best thing for me is
to get as far away from them as I can.

I'm sorry. You just discovered that you have
a 7-year-old son and you wanna walk away?

I'm a god. And this god and his daughter
are hunting me. What chance do I have?

Okay. We're gonna help you.

But we need a plan first.
We can't come up with one here.

- Where are we going?
- Someplace safe.

- What's wrong?
- He fell.

- Do I need to call an ambulance?
- No, don't.

He's dying, isn't he?

I was going to tell you.
I wanted you to have a chance to adjust.

Wait a second. He has your curse?

What curse?

Just put him right here.

- This curse was put on you. Why the kid?
- I don't know.

- You keep saying "curse." What curse?
- How long has this been happening?

Since he turned 7 a few months ago.

Started with the dying,
then he stopped talking.

Wait, 7?

Age 7 marks one of the first
Greek rites of manhood.

So, what are you saying?
The curse is in his programming?

How do you know that?

Look at me. I'm sorry that I ran out on you
all those years ago.

I was scared.
I didn't understand what was going on.

But we have a child,
and whatever you have, he has.

I need to know how to stop it.

What curse?

Okay. So Ollie�s dad is a Greek god who
has been cursed to die every day by Zeus.

And you guys are ghostbusters.

Am I getting this right? Heh.

Due to the fact that your son is currently...

...albeit temporarily, dead,
I'm gonna let that one slide.

You have to realize this sounds crazy.

It's true. Didn't believe it myself,
but it's the only thing that makes sense.

The faster you wrap your brain around this,
the faster we solve the problem.

Solve the problem? I'm just not even sure
I understand the problem.

All right.

So the way we usually handle this
is we summon the bastard...

...and we work him over
until he undoes whatever he did.

Summon Zeus?

- Yes.
- And if he doesn't wanna undo it?

Then we take him out.

And hopefully the curse
dies along with him.

This can't be happening.

This I... I can handle.

Listen, you can run and hide
and die for all eternity, it's your choice.

But Sam and I are gonna go after Zeus.

With or without you.

I'm in.

- Here we go.
- What you got?

Dragon penis.

What?

Heh.

Ancient Greek hunter...

...by the name of, uh, Drakopoolos.

Near as I can tell, he was a badass.
Whose name, incidentally, is Greek...

No, no, no. I got that. Thanks, Ace.

Hey.

How's the, uh...? How's the kid?

He's fine.

Oh, please. Keep going.

Right. So, uh, Drakopoolos
tangled with Zeus back in the day...

...and the Men of Letters
translated his journal.

The Men of Letters?

It's a secret society.

This is actually their lair.

We're legacies.

No big deal.

Okay. So it says here he summoned Zeus
into a trap and found out how to kill him.

What's that?

Wood. From a tree struck by lightning.

It says we need two things
for the summon:

Frozen energy from the hand of Zeus
and the bone of a worshipper.

- Frozen energy? You thinking fulgurite?
- Well, it makes sense.

Get on the web, see if there's any Greeks
still worshipping the old gods.

On it.

What about the wood? Is that easy to find?

With a little bit of luck.

- Oh. But the... This journal just ends.
- What do you mean?

I mean, how do we know
if Drako-whatever survived?

- How do we know Zeus didn't get to him?
- We don't know.

- How do we know this is going to work?
- We never know.

But these books, they're, uh...
They're pretty good.

So we're hanging our lives
on the writings of a dead man...

...who is named after genitalia?

It's a loose translation.

Experts.

All right, listen to this.

Greek pagans, two towns over.

Best part? They have an obit page.
With cemeteries.

All right. You two are on grave duty.

- We'll handle the B and E.
- We'll be in touch.

Hey.

B and E? You mean breaking and entering?
Ahem. What for?

Well, the book calls for fulgurite.
It's a little hard to come by.

The last time we needed it,
we stole it from a 1-percenter.

You do know that fulgurite is available
in crystal shops all over, right?

- Really?
- Yeah. The New Age people...

...they use it to make cheap jewelry.

Hm.

Why are you doing this, Sam?

We need a bone. So I dig.

No, I mean for us.

This isn't your problem,
you're risking your life.

Why'd you risk yours to steal that fire?

Good question.

Wish I could remember.

Trust me on this, it was worth it.

You pretty much, uh,
saved the whole world. Heh.

Yeah, I guess.

But none of that...

None of that means anything
unless I can save my son.

I know this all seems
a little haphazard. All right?

But trust me when I say
that me and Sammy...

...have gone in with a lot less
and come out on top.

I believe you.

It's just all this.

I'm about to ask Zeus...

...the Greek god, to help cure my son.

Thing you gotta remember is this is not
about asking for his help. Okay?

He's not your friend.

It's about getting him to do what's right.

Stay calm.

Oh, come now.

Can't we do this civilized?

Well, it depends on you.

All we need is to break a curse
you put on a little kid.

So how about you say yes
and we all go home?

Nice to see you again, Prometheus.

All cleaned up.

I've been looking for you.

It's gone too far, Zeus.

Break the curse.

It's your child who has the affliction.

Interesting.

So, what's it gonna be?

The easy way?

Or we can do this the hard way.

Break the trap, dear man,
and I'll break the curse.

No dice. Fix the kid.

- Going once...
- Don't be that guy.

- Going twice...
- Hey, you can rot here for all I care.

Yes, and the child will continue to suffer.

Let's roll.

He needs me,
and you know it.

No!

- Hayley, no!
- Now save my son.

What do you say?

Shall we try this the hard way?

Bring forth the child.

Please.

Balls.

I trust you've met my daughter.

Hayley, don't do it.

This is the son of Prometheus.

And he's cursed to suffer death every day.

I must admit...

...I could never have conceived such
a horrible fate for such a beautiful child.

Just goes to show...

...we must all leave room
for a happy accident.

What's that mean? I don't understand.

Tell me...

...has Prometheus experienced
the child's death yet?

How did he take it?

Did he hurt?

Good.

Imagine a thousand children...

...all dying in unison.

Only then would you understand my pain.

But we can't always have what we want.

So...

...one will have to do.

No.

I have a special job for you...

...my little friend. Heh-heh-heh.

Artemis.

Move.

Know who this is, Dean,
walking us to our deaths?

- Don't know, don't care.
- It's our god, Artemis.

- The goddess of hunters.
- Wow, that's fascinating.

See, she's who we'd pray to for courage
when hunting the Gorgon or the Minotaur.

Of course she's not really worship-worthy
anymore, having lost a step and all.

The hell I have.

Really, Sam?
You're trash-talking a god? Seriously?

So let's see if we can make up...

...for seven years of lost time.

Still at full power? Really?

Why'd it take you seven years
to track down Prometheus?

- He was hiding.
- Hiding from you?

So the god of hunters
couldn't find a shack in Montana?

Or maybe it's that
you didn't wanna find him?

Good, Sammy. Doing great.

Your dad's gonna kill that kid, you know?

Don't worry, he'll come back.

Unlike you.

He was in love with you, you know.
He told us.

You lie.

Okay, sure, yeah.

Believe whatever you want.

No, no, no.
Don't pass out on me just yet.

I'm only just getting started.

What did he say to you?

This wasn't the first time
he escaped that mountain.

You let him go free as long as you could
hide your tryst from the old man.

The hell he said.

His brain is mush.

Oh, yeah? Then how did I know?

What, have you spilled it to anyone?
Homer? Hesiod?

Herodotus?

Of course not.
You were afraid Big Daddy would find out...

...that you fell for the person
he hates most in this world.

When he saw the zombie article,
it forced your hand.

You had to come hunt him down,
no matter how much it hurt.

You know what? Go ahead, kill us.

And let your father slaughter that boy.

Over...

...and over again.

That won't leave a mark.

You like being an immortal, don't you?

Oh, sure, you die every day,
but nothing can keep you dead.

It's almost like taking a little nap.

All of your cares and worries
disappear for a little while.

Well, it's sleepy time, my dear boy.

This has to stop, Father.

Stop?

I'm only just getting started.

You've done enough.

I am doing this for us.

For our kind.

He is the reason we're here
and not ruling the world.

He is the reason
they have forgotten all about us.

Let them go.

All of them.

I am your father...

...and you will obey me.

You were once my father.

Now you're someone else.

I never get tired of watching you die.

Your boy is going on the mountain.

I'm sorry.

You know what?

How about we go get
some ice cream sundaes?

No, I'd like to stay.

Well, uh, here's to that crazy little
wild card called love.

How'd you know Artemis had the hots
for Prometheus, anyway?

Intuition.

Uh, luck. Heh.

Yeah, well, whatever it was, it worked.

Pretty much. At least the kid's all right.

You know...

...I'm starting to think
maybe I was being naive.

What are you talking about?

When I said that I could just will myself
into coming out of these trials unscathed.

No, no, no.
Stop the sullen emo crap, all right? That's...

- You're not gonna die like Prometheus.
- How do you know, Dean?

Bobby? Rufus? Now Prometheus?
You think any of them chose death?

No, the life chose for them.

Yeah, well, you promised, okay?

You promised to live a long
Clark Griswold life...

...full of prostate exams
and colonoscopies.

All right? You're not welshing
on that deal. Not on my watch.

If you die, it's gonna be
because of something normal.

- Like a heart attack?
- Exactly.

Yeah, eat your burger.

Cass, you got your ears on?

Listen, you know I'm not one for praying...

...because in my book...

...it's the same as begging.

But this is about Sam,
so I need you to hear me.

We are going into this deal blind...

...and I don't know what's ahead...

...or what it's gonna bring for Sam.

Now, he's covering pretty good,
but I know that he is hurting.

And this one was supposed to be on me.

So for all that we've been through...

...I'm asking you...

...you keep a look out
for my little brother, okay?

Where the hell are you, man?