All language subtitles for Supernatural S12E03 The Foundry-eng

I've been tortured by the Devil himself.
What can you do to me?

(SCREAMING)

SAM: She's British. Men of Letters.

Aren't we supposed to be on the same team?

Did you know
it's possible to die from pain?

- (GUN CLICKS)
- Get away from my boys.

- Mom?
- Yeah.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

SAM: Mom? A Hunter?

- DEAN: You were good at this, weren't you?
- (GRUNTING)

MARY: Very.

Hunters, no matter how good they are,

they all end up the same way.

I never wanted this for you, and Sam.

So the kid had ectoplasm
leaking out of his ear?

- SAM: It's gotta be ghost possession.
- (GROANS)

They get angry enough, they can
take control of the person's body.

Vince, together we can
heal your sister, Wendy.

You gotta put Lucifer back in the cage.

(GRUNTS AND GROANS)

You're the only one that can do this.

(SCREAMS)

Seriously?

MARY: I've heard of people
coming back from the dead before.

But actually do it, after 30 years?

I just have a lot of blanks to fill in.

For me, having you here,
fills in the biggest blank.

"Played out"? You're kidding?
That place was great.

Another avocado toast? Please.

Yeah, but avocado toast with quail egg?
Genius.

(CHUCKLES)

- How many stars you giving them?
- Two.

Four.

You realize our ratings
just gonna cancel each other out.

- (SCOFFS)
- (CHUCKLES)

NATALIA: Should've bought here
when we had the chance.

I mean, new restos, new stores...

New prices.

Neighborhood's been picked clean
by flippers and condo developers.

(MUFFLED BABY CRIES)

Did you hear that?

(CRYING CONTINUES)

Yeah, it came from that house over there.

Yeah, but who'd wanna live in there?

Squatters or crackheads.

With a baby?

- (BABY CRYING LOUDLY)
- Call 911.

- What?
- Do it.

Okay, Okay.

WOMAN: Nine-one-one.
What's your emergency?

Hi, there's a baby in distress
in an abandoned house at...

(EXHALES) Nat!

Hello?

(CREAKING)

(CRYING CONTINUES)

- (GASPS)
- What?

(NATALIA BREATHING HEAVILY)

Something touched my arm.
I mean, something...

- We have to get out of here now.
- Okay.

(CRYING CONTINUES)

(SCREAMING)

(SIGHS)

(CHUCKLES)

Castiel, what are you doing up?

Well, I'm always up.
Angels don't need sleep.

Wish I had that problem.

(SIGHS) Anyway. I think I'll go try again.

- Wish me luck.
- Luck.

Castiel?

After you left Heaven,
when did it start to feel like...

Like you fit? Like you

belonged here?

Well, I'm still not sure I do.

Yeah.

Mary.

You do belong here.

Goodnight, Castiel.

All right, so what have you found
on Her Majesty's secret suck bags?

(SIGHING) Well, I mean,
I turned the bunker upside down

looking for any reference
whatsoever to the British Men of Letters.

And all I found was this letter
tucked into an old ledger

from the London chapterhouse.

Okay, well, that's something.

Yeah, uh, not so much.

(CHUCKLES)

Awesome.

Morning, sunshine. Want some coffee?

No. Thank you. I have to go.

- SAM: Cass?
- Cass, wait up.

Hey. Wait a second. Where you off to?

- Cleveland, Ohio.
- For what?

I think I may have a lead on Lucifer.

I found a police report in Cleveland,

about a man whose
eyes flared a glowing red.

It could be Lucifer in a new body.

All right, yeah,
that sounds like something.

- We should check it out.
- No.

The Devil is free because of me,
finding him is my responsibility.

But, Cass, you're gonna
want some backup on this.

If it is him, I will call you.

In the meantime,
I think you're needed here.

- What the hell was that about?
- (CLICKS TONGUE) Mom.

What you talking about? Mom's fine.

You sure?

I heard her walking
around all night last night.

I mean, don't you think
she seems a bit withdrawn,

- you know? Shaky?
- Of course, she's shaky.

She hasn't been on this planet
since Jane Fonda was wearing legwarmers.

All she needs a little R&R, you know?

Some good family time,
(CLICKS TONGUE) she'll be aces.

Yeah.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Hey, morning.
- Hey.

- Ooh.
- We can fry up some more.

That's probably cold by now, Mom.

It's bacon.

Wow, we are so related.

(ALL CHUCKLE)

Did you cut your hair?

I'm gonna keep it short
if I'm gonna go out on a hunt, you know.

Why give the bad guys the advantage
of long, pull-able hair, right?

DEAN: (LAUGHS) Wow.

I'm trying to tell Sam that for years.

Did you say, uh, "Going out on a hunt?"

I found a case.

I thought you were still struggling
with even the idea of the Internet?

(SCOFFING)

I had Dean pick up some newspapers
when he went into town.

Whoa, whoa, I...

You didn't tell me
you were looking for a case.

I wasn't.

I just found one.

(SAM SIGHS)

Minnesota. Two dead, locked room.

Victims had put in a call about
a crying baby, but the place was empty.

The only thing at the scene
was their bodies.

Been five days, and the coroner
still hasn't put out a cause of death.

Seemed fishy.

It's probably nothing,

I just thought I might get out there,
stretch my legs.

But I thought, you weren't
down to hunt in the first place.

Well, things change, right?

Family hunting trip.

Sure.

All right. Meet in the car in 10.

(SIGHS)

(DEAN CLEARS THROAT)

What about the R&R?

Well...

Look, man,
Cass healed your s'mores foot, all right?

I got Baby back to mint, we're road ready.

And if Mom wants to hunt, I say we hunt.

You're gonna...

(SIGHS)

Nice bike.

(GRUNTS)

So lot of things have gone
to seed since you were here,

but the variety in snack food flavors,
is not one of them.

We got you Teriyaki jerky,
we got your Sriracha,

and we got your chili lime,
which is my personal favorite.

Let's give chili lime a whirl.

Huh?

It's good.

Artificial, kind of tingly.

That's how you know it's working.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Hey.

(STEPPENWOLF'S "BORN TO BE WILD"
PLAYING OVER RADIO)

(CONTINUES PLAYING LOUDLY)

- (ENGINE ROARING)
- (TIRES SQUEALING)

Look,

I been around
all stripes of Vince, all right?

Drunk Vince,
depressed Vince, megalomaniacal,

"I'm a Golden God" Vince.

The Vince who
threw me through that door,

that wasn't him.

And it wasn't just his eyes, man.

I mean, his strength, he was,

like an MMA fighter.
Hell, he was like 20.

Okay, now, if you
hear from him, don't hesitate to call.

Okay, Agent Beyoncé?

I guess that makes me, Agent Jay-Z.

Agent Shirley Partridge,
out of the Minneapolis field office.

These are my partners,
Agent Cassidy and Agent Bonaduce.

This is a local case,

- why would the FBI be...
- They're new.

Wanted their first case
to have training wheels.

We wanted to have a look at the bodies.

Now, you haven't filed a report.

Has there been any problem
determining the cause of death?

Problem? No. No, no, no.

I figured out the cause.
Just doesn't make any damn sense.

Is this a burn?

Frostbite. Yeah.

Both victims died of acute hypothermia

in a 65-degree room.

When I opened them up,
their hearts were literally,

and I mean, literally, frozen.

Wanna tell me how to
present that to the public?

Or to their families?

So much for training wheels, huh?

Bumping into each other,
working the same leads.

What are the odds, Cassie?
Fate brought us together.

- Not interested.
- Why not?

We made a somewhat
effective team against Amara.

It's been months, I mean, months
since we last tried to kill each other.

We both got very, very
good reasons to want Lucifer dead.

Besides...

While you were gabbing
with Vince's second fiddle,

I was ransacking his room.

Found these.

Postcards from his beloved sister, Wendy.

Oh, looky here,
an address and everything.

Worth a look.

(DEVICE HUMMING AND BUZZING)

DEAN: You sure you got
the swing of that thing?

MARY: For the third time, yes.

Dean, it's analog. I'm good.

(DEAN CHUCKLES)

Right.

(HUMMING FLUCTUATING)

(BEEPING STEADILY)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(TURNS OFF)

(EXHALES)

SAM: Mom! Got something over here.

- MARY: Sam!
- Mom!

MARY: Dean!

DEAN: Mom!

- Mom?
- Sam! Dean!

(SAM GRUNTING)

Hold on, Mom, we're coming.

- Mom, get away from the door.
- (GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(MARY PANTING)

(MARY GROANS)

Mom, you're hurt.

Let's go. Come on. Come on.

(BABY CRYING)

Okay, ready to head out?
Go knock on some doors?

- Doors?
- Yeah.

Talk to the neighbors.
Hit up the hall of records, work

the case.

- We still do that, right?
- Sometimes.

But the Internet has
made a lot of that legwork...

Obsolete.

I mean, I'm already in the Saint Paul
Police Department database.

- Anything?
- Yeah, a lot.

I've got police reports filed from 2004,

uh, '91, '89, '85,

'78. All deaths, all kids.

Looks like it started with
this girl here. Elizabeth Moriarty.

- You got all of that from that. It's...
- Yeah.

Mom.

Don't worry about it.
We'll teach you how to do this.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(SIGHS)

Hello.

I'm Agent Beyoncé, and this is my, um...

My partner, Agent Z.

Um, we wanted to ask you a few questions
about your brother.

Do you think that happens to Sam and Dean?

Oh, all the time.

Vinny, please call me.

I got two Federal agents asking for you.

Don't know what was with you yesterday,
but you're in trouble.

How right you are, Wendy.

(RECEIVER BEEPS)

(CROWLEY SIGHS)

So...

Vince was here, yesterday.

Odd.

She's been recently healed.

CROWLEY: Is that so?

Let me guess, your brother
got you up and walking again.

And how are you
enjoying the use of those legs?

You know, the gift he gave you,
I can take away like...

The thing that healed you?

That wasn't your brother. Something...

Something else. Something old and evil.

I think a part of you knows that.

We don't want to hurt Vince.
We wanna help him.

He showed up out of the blue.

And he fixed me like a miracle.

But he did it cold,
like it was nothing to him,

like he was running an errand.
Barely said a word.

And then he just took off,
with his groupie friend.

His "groupie friend"?

Red-headed broad. Didn't say much.

So, Vince's cabin in Sagamore Hills.

Apparently, all of his
greatest records were written there.

Serpentine, Theater of Mercy...

I should have known there was
something you weren't telling me.

Rowena?

So Mother and I had an unfortunate,

if not, rather
embarrassing run-in with Lucifer.

You're just mad because
you're only my second choice

for a Lucifer-hunt team-up.

No, actually, I think it's sweet.

I thought your motivation
was ambition and revenge.

But now I know
you just wanna save your mother.

It's not about saving her.

Lucifer has made off with a colossally
powerful witch, who, by the way,

is the only person alive who can
slam him back in the Cage.

He will either kill her or control her.

Or she'll offer her services
to the biggest bad in town

in order to save her neck.
Like she always does.

Do any of those sound like
particularly good outcomes to you?

You got any beauty spells locked up
within that witchy brain of yours?

Huh?

I thought this one would last a bit longer
before going all Keith Richards on me.

(SIGHS)

This vessel hopping is getting old.

Just as I get used to limitations
of one meat sack, I gotta

cut bait and jump
to the next flawed lump.

Then you want me to
make this vessel permanent?

Strong enough to hold you?

It does look good on me.

- (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)
- (LUCIFER CHUCKLES)

- (GRUNTS)
- So, what you got, Red?

(STUTTERS) I'd help, I would but
I don't have The Book of the Damned.

I lost it.

You know damned well where you put it.
Did you see what I did there?

"Damned?"

Besides, you don't need the book.

Clever girl like you

must have it all up here by now.

- And if I refuse?
- I snap your neck, again.

Only this time,
I'll rip your head clean off afterwards.

Hmm?

"Mylings?"

Yeah, from Scandinavian lore.
Children spirits, vengeful ones.

"Their cries to help
lure adults to their death."

- Anything about frozen hearts?
- Uh, no.

Not yet, but this is just from old,
incomplete folk accounts.

We all know the lore
isn't always 100%.

- DEAN: Hmm.
- Hmm.

Maybe, but...

(STAMMERS) All I know is,
that little boy who grabbed me?

He didn't want to hurt me. He was scared.

Yeah. Um...

That must have felt that way, but,

Mom, the victims were all
lured to their death by a baby's cry.

Um, the spirit marked Natalia
right before she was killed.

The same way the spirit marked you.

I mean,
if we hadn't gotten there in time...

Look, we know all the kids' names, right?

We know that they're all buried locally,
so I say we salt and burn 'em,

that's a safe bet.

- Agreed.
- DEAN: All right.

- Let's do that.
- (MARY INHALES DEEPLY)

MARY: Sammy.

(BABY CRYING)

Help me.

Mom? Hey, hey.

- Mom?
- You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

I'm fine. I'll be fine. (CHUCKLES)
I'm fine.

Maybe, uh, you should stay here.

Here.

- Call if you need us.
- Okay.

- All right?
- Back soon.

(KEYPAD BEEPING)

MAN: Ramsey County Register of Deeds.

Hello, I'm looking for contact information

for the last owner of
1781 Chamberlin Street, please.

Uh, okay.

Can't you just use
the Web site like everyone else?

I'm not everyone else.

Please and thank you.

CHERYL: Lucas was so cold.

I still didn't understand what happened.

I'd checked on him
just a minute before I found him.

How'd he get so cold so fast?

(SIGHS) Gosh,
sorry for going on like this.

MARY: Don't apologize.

- What did Lucas look like?
- Oh, he was so handsome.

Blonde hair and these crystal blue eyes.

Anything else?

He had a scar on his cheek.

From the neighbors' dog.

Thank you, Cheryl.

I'm sorry for dredging all this up again.

Ah, it's okay.

Actually, it's kind of nice.

No one talks on
the phone anymore, you know?

I've noticed. Thank you, again.

- Grim work.
- Yeah.

You know, I'm worried about Mom.

Why?

You're not?

She's back.

I mean, yeah,
she's still working out the kinks,

we're all still
working out the kinks but,

I mean, can we, for once, just
not turn everything into a problem?

You know, can we for once,
just have one good thing?

- Mom's not a thing.
- Okay.

Look, I'm happy too, Dean. I am.
I'm overjoyed.

But there's something about her, I mean,
something's going on with her.

- Yeah, she's adjusting.
- No, she's struggling.

I mean, she's trying to bury
herself in hunting to avoid dealing.

- And how do you know that?
- Years of personal experience.

I don't know, man, uh,

like mother, like sons.

(SIGHS)

Mom?

Weapons bag is missing.

Lucas?

That's your name, isn't it?

(WEAPONS RATTLE)

I talked to your mommy,
she misses you so much.

(DOOR JAMMED)

Lucas, why did you bring me here?

Help us.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

- Hello?
- Mom, where are you?

I'm at the Chamberlin house.
On a hunch.

Yeah, we salted
and burned all the remains.

Yeah. Didn't work.

SAM: Okay, get out of
the house and wait for us.

- MARY: What? Hello?
- Mom?

Hello?

Mom?

Let's go.

Ash of the hawthorn tree.

- The pattern?
- A druidic glyph.

I'm using a hybrid spell of my own devise.

Book of the Damned and Celtic magic.

Should give your vessel the resiliency
and strength of the mightiest tree.

Oh.

There's a woody joke
in there somewhere.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

Let's get back to that
nagging little word "should."

It's uncharted territory,

I can't promise
the spell will last forever.

There's no known magic for that.

But it will last.

The final step.

Permission to speak, Dark Lord?

If when the spell succeeds,
and you're restored to your full glory...

Will I just kill you?

I can be of value beyond this spell.

We'll see.

Thank you, my Liege.

(CHANTS INCANTATION)

(SEARING)

Red, what did you do?

Sped up the decaying process, my lord.

(CHUCKLES) You thought
Keith Richards was bad?

Try Iggy Pop.

Oh, decapitation is
far too merciful for you, ginger bitch!

(EXCLAIMS)

No!

- (GRUNTS)
- (CLATTERING)

- You can't destroy me!
- Not yet.

But I can send you far, far away.

Try finding a new vessel
at the bottom of the bloody ocean.

- (YELLS INCANTATION)
- (YELLS)

(PANTING)

What's keeping you here?

Him.

(RUMBLING)

(RUMBLING STOPS)

You're the father of that little girl.

You killed them all. All those...

(GROANING AND CHOKING)

DEAN: Mom!

(GRUNTING AND PANTING)

Mom?

Hey.

Come on.

Dean,

she's possessed.

(GRUNTS)

(YELLS)

My house.

My children. Forever.

(GAGGING)

(STRAINING) Mom, you can fight this.

(PANTING)

Mom?

- (YELLS)
- (GRUNTS)

(STRUGGLING)

The basement. Go!

(GRUNTING AND PANTING)

(GROANS)

- Mom?
- (DISTORTED) Mommy's gone.

Don't. Don't make me.

(GUN CLATTERS)

(GRUNTING)

(SNARLS)

(STRAINING)

- (GRUNTS)
- I got you, Mom.

(GHOST YELLING)

(PANTING)

(SCREAMING)

(PANTING)

(EXHALES)

If you're looking for Lucifer,
you just missed him.

Cup of tea?

Until you forced me
to get back in the game,

I'd tried to forget about Lucifer.

I loathe him.

And I loathe, I had any part in
letting him out of the pit he belongs in.

- So, you'll help us then?
- Good God, no.

That whole FBI pantsuit look?

Not my hex bag.

But, if you get Lucifer cornered,
and find yourself in need.

I'm there.

(SIGHS) Well, you gonna
take a shower or take a nap?

I mean, you really went through it today.

MARY: No, I'm okay.

And, um, listen, apologies

if, uh, me and Sam hijacked
or sidelined you in any way.

I mean, this was your case,
you know and...

- Well, you kicked ass. Again.
- I "kicked ass?"

- (SCOFFS) You saved me. I...
- Yeah, but you were right.

You know, those kids were innocent.

I mean, hell, we didn't even know
what Moriarty's deal was.

I do.

When he possessed me, I saw...

I felt it.

All of it.

When Hugo lost his child, he went mad.

Buried himself alive in his basement

and walled himself in
and starved to death.

Damn.

But when new families moved in,
families with children,

he coveted those children.
So he took them.

Killed them.

And somehow that
bound their spirits to his.

That's where he got his power.

He was so greedy.

Twisted.

Mom, it's okay. All right?
You're home now.

No.

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

I'm not.

I miss John.

I miss my boys.

We're right here, Mom.

I know. In my head.

But I'm still mourning them.
As I knew them.

My baby Sam.

My little boy Dean.

It just feels like yesterday,

we were together in Heaven. And now...

I'm here and John is gone,

and they're gone.

And every moment
I spend with you reminds me

of every moment I lost with them.

And I thought hunting, working,
would clear my head...

Mom.

What are you trying to say?

I have to go.

I'm sorry.

I'm so,

so sorry.

I just need a little time.

I love you.

I love you both.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR SHUTS)