All language subtitles for Supernatural.S09E15.BDRip.x264-DEMAND

Ed and Harry,
the Ghostfacers.

- What the hell are you doing here?
- Uh, we belong here.

- We're professionals.
- Professional what?

Paranormal investigators.

This stuff right here...
This is our ticket to the big time...

Fame, money, sex...
with girls.

- We are family.
- Everything that has ever gone

wrong between us has been
because we're family.

So, what?
We're not family now?

I'm saying you want to work...
let's work.

You said that you wanted to
keep things strictly business.

I wanted to keep things
strictly business between us.

- About what you said the other day...
- I thought it didn't bother you.

I may not think things
all the way through,

but what I do, I do
because it's the right thing.

You didn't save me for me.

You did it for you.

Mom?

Mom, are you home?

911. What is your emergency?

There's someone in my room.

What is your location?

Can you give us a location, ma'am?

Are you still there?

Ma'am, please do not hang up.

I've begun tracing your call,

but I need you to stay
on the line for me.

Please stay on the line.

We'll send out an officer...

All right.
I'll be back.

Wait.

Where you headed?

Washington.
I caught a case.

You want me to come with?

Do you want to come?

On a hunt?

Why wouldn't I?

I don't know, man. 'Cause lately
with you, up is down and...

...down is sideways,
you know?

I-I...
I don't know what you want.

Okay. You want in?
Fine.

Sure thing.

Photo leaked
from the crime scene.

Girl was murdered in her room,

doors were locked,
the windows were locked.

- Who's the Wallflower?
- Exactly.

Best guest,
ghost caught on film.

So, you're coming.

Does it look like I'm staying?

I scrubbed for hours.

I'll have to rip up the carpet.

My daughter, Casey...

She picked out the color herself.

We're very sorry
for your loss, Mrs. Miles.

You mentioned Casey
had no known enemies.

What about at home?

Anything unusual
you may have noticed?

Uh... Electricity acting up
or lights flickering,

TV on the fritz?

No, no fritzing.
No cold spots, either.

Sorry.
Out of curiosity, uh...

Why do you mention cold spots?

I'm sorry.
That must sound strange, but...

...it's been three days since...

And the police
have found nothing.

I'd...
I'd have to sell my house

to afford a private investigator,

so when
the Supernaturalists called...

Whoa, uh, sorry, the...
Um... Supernaturalists?

I know to the FBI
it's not exactly orthodox.

But these men had answers
that no one else had, and I...

I owe it to Casey...

...to listen.

Now, they... they brought up
cold spots in relation to...

Signs of the paranormal,
I suppose.

They're coming by today
to take a look.

And did these Supernaturalists
give you a name?

♪ Ghostfacers ♪

Son of a bitch.

Oh, wow, look.
We got two more followers.

Mm.

Yeah. Harry,

I think it's from
that library interview we did.

Nice.

- Hey, pal.
- Hmm?

- What did Dana post?
- No, it's just...

she changed her profile pic,
and it's cropped,

but you can clearly see
a guy's arm around her.

And she's smiling like the dickens.

Yeah. Uh, it...
it could a platonic...

...arm that's touching her.

Ah, the Winchesters. Yay.

- Says nobody.
- Ever.

All right, shut up and listen.
This is how it's gonna go.

You two clowns are gonna get into

that mystery machine outside,
and you're gonna leave town

or I'm gonna put holes
in your knees.

Can I get you guys anything?
Something, uh...

Uh, we're ready for the bill.

Hey.

There's still crud on this plate.

Now, hit the sinks and do it right.

Sorry, Trey.

First of all,
you guys don't scare us.

Not at all.

Say, ola to my little pistola.

Am I supposed to be impressed
with that treasure trail

or the lady gun you got hiding
in your, uh, pants there?

Uh, both?

Look, whether you like it or not,

we are handling this situation.

- Yup.
- Really?

- Mm-hm.
- 'Cause I see a couple of fame whores

who are pointing their camera
at a mom who just lost her kid.

Guys, we are investigators,
and we have every right...

No. No, you don't.
You know why?

'Cause you're just gonna get
in our way.

Or you're gonna get
somebody else killed.

That's right. So, you can
either walk out of here...

...or crawl.
Up to you.

Oh, my God, Menudo.
Will you guys relax?

We know what we're going.

- Yup.
- Really?

And what about the rest
of the Bad News Bears, huh?

Where's the...
Where's the fat one?

And the girl?
There was a girl, right?

They... We dropped them.
They were dead weight.

- Well, t-they're still alive.
- They're... no, they're totally alive.

I see. So, it's just the,
uh, the dumpy duo, then.

Well, that's great.
So, here's the deal.

A ghost will land you two dead
in five seconds flat.

A ghost? Oh.

They think it's a ghost.

- It's so not a ghost.
- No.

Okay. wen bite.

What do you think it is?

Can I do it this time?

- You got it.
- Okay.

I've waited all my life for this.

Amazon me, bitches.

I will shoot you...

Bitches.

Like we were saying,
you were just going, right? Great.

Good talk.

Fifty shades of way too much protein.

- Uh, Dean?
- Yeah?

Ed and Harry wrote a book.

- What?
- Yeah.

"The Skinny on Thinman",

by America's foremost
Supernaturalists.

What the hell's a Thinman?

I don't know.

Whoa.
Check that out, though.

That does kind of look like

whatever was behind
Casey Miles, right?

Or Garth if somebody
shaved his face off.

Big whoop-

Here we go.
"Thinman...

an urban legend started
on the world wide web

lurks in the background
of his victims' lives

until he's ready to kill them."

Yeah, because everything started
on the Internet is true.

Like, uh, oh, the shark
attacking a helicopter.

They write the book
on that one, too?

Dude, real or not,

thousands of people
have posted sightings.

It's like Thinman is
the new Bigfoot or something.

Or Thinman is just a ghost
with a brand name.

You saying that
'cause you really think

it's a ghost or because
you don't like the Ghostfacers?

Hey, don't forget,
we hit EMF in Casey's room.

Right, but the house was
next door to power lines,

which can affect the read.

A girl died in a locked room, Sam,
spells "ghost" right there.

Maybe it got in there before it was
locked up. Who knows, Dean?

But how can people all over
the world see the same ghost?

Spirits don't exactly hop around.

I know that.

But right now, the veil is
all kinds of screwed, okay?

Ghosts could be
popping up anywhere.

Yeah, but, Dean, Thinman sightings
date back a couple years.

The veil's only been a problem for,
what, the last six months?

Well, you know, people still see
Elvis all over the damn place.

Look, all I'm saying
is those douchewheels...

...ain't experts on crap.

- What are you doing?
- I'm checking the local deaths

to see if there's any candidates
for ghosts.

The closet... The setting
of the sunset of Casey's life.

- Harry.
- Yeah?

Come on, man,
would you please stop

Facebook stalking
your ex-girlfriend?

I was right.
Hmm.

She changed her relationship status
to "it's complicated."

What does that even mean?

Who cares?
You broke up with her.

Everything about that girl
is complicated.

Okay, I mean,
she gets the cream puffs,

she tells you
to take out the filling.

They're just puffs.

Yeah, that was
some pretty messed-up stuff.

Mm-hm.

Uh, okay.
I'm... I'm sorry.

Okay. I'm good.

Back on game. Yeah.

We're so close
to finding Thinman, Ed.

- Mm-hm.
- I can smell him.

- I can smell his musk.
- Mm-hm.

Closer than ever.

- This is really serious, Harry.
- Yeah.

I mean, the Winchesters
are here, and, you know,

I don't want my knees blown off
by Sam and Dean.

Have you ever thought
that we might just,

you know, bail on this?

What?

What the...
What the hell is wrong with you?

We can't let those
jockstraps steal our glory.

No one cares what they think.
They don't even have a Twitter.

We're gonna find Thinman, Ed,
for our families... for Dana.

So, it's about
your ex eating her words?

It's about making
all the haters eat their words.

Maggie and Spruce...
they're just deserters.

They want to lead a "normal life".
I mean, what is that?

- Screw them. Right?
- Screw them.

When we find Thinman,
are they gonna be on Dr. Phil?

- No.
- We're gonna be on Dr. Phil.

- Hell, yeah. Press "record," buddy.
- You got it.

- Yeah...
- Wait for it.

- You ready?
- Yep.

The bedroom of a teenage girl
is meant for two things...

...giggles and joy.

Until one night, Thinman
turned the giggles into blood.

You are so money right now.

- You like that?
- This is good stuff.

And it's gonna pay off
in ladies Ed, lots of ladies.

We're gonna need...
We're gonna need snorkels...

...'cause we're gonna be
swimming around in so much...

Thought you boys might be thirsty.

Please.
That sounds delicious.

Okay. All right,
over the past six months,

There have been three
unnatural deaths in Springdale,

none of them connected to
Casey Miles and none of them violent.

Okay, that's not exactly
a recipe for a vengeful spirit.

There have been
a bunch of unexplained deaths

pinned on Thinman.

A vic dies,
then, a couple weeks later,

a photo pops up of the vic
with Thinman photobombing.

- So, Thinman's stalking folks?
- According to the lore.

According to the idiots.

How come none of these
vics pinged our radar?

I'm pretty sure
the mysterious deaths

can be chalked up
to non-supernatural causes.

That and, honestly...

...most of these photos
look pretty fake.

- Even Casey's?
- Except Casey's.

Casey's photo...
wasn't doctored.

Whatever was behind her...
was really there.

Okay, well,
that doesn't make any sense.

I mean, how could something be
both real and fake at the same time?

Well, a girl is dead,
and that's about as real as it gets.

All right, so,
the last thing she did

was she took a photo
on her phone.

How did that photo
end up online?

No clue.

It was originally posted
to a Thinman fan forum,

but the IP address was blocked.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait.
This thing has fans?

Of course it does.

Okay, well, then somebody wanted
this photo on the Internet,

and I'm guessing that the ghost
didn't hop online to post it.

Sheriff, there's a couple questions
we'd like to ask him.

Sorry to disappoint.
Sheriff's on a hunting trip.

But, I appreciate
you agents being here.

I could use all the help I can get.

Wait a second. Was this cracked
when you found it?

Yeah, man.
Maybe she dropped it?

911 call went dead at 11:59.

- What time was the photo posted?
- Around 2:00 AM.

But the coroner has
the death at midnight.

How could she have posted
the photo from her phone?

That's impossible.

Or... supernatural.

- What?
- Why would you say that?

A couple fellas came by,
asking questions about the girl's death,

suggested they might
be able to help.

They, uh, gave me a book
they wrote about...

Thinman?

Yeah.

Not a fan?

There is still probably...

Agents, thanks for coming.

What are these
two crapshoots doing here?

I figured it wouldn't hurt to go
a little "medium," you know?

Uh...

Two counties over,
folks were combing the place

for a poor little dead boy
back in August.

The cops let a psychic
do her thing.

Shish, bang, boom...
Found a body a day later.

- Excuse me.
- Is there any security-cam footage?

Yeah, just...

- Hey.
- Aah!

I thought I told you to beat it.

Well, what are you gonna do?
You gonna out me, "agent"?

Okay, look, playing paparazzi
at a crime scene...

who does that help
but yourselves?

The bloggers, Dean,
the believers...

Everyone who needs
just a little proof

to know that Thinman
is out there.

Wait, so, you're saying
there's a lot of folks online

that are pretty die-hard
about this thing?

- Oh, yeah.
- Uh-huh.

You throw the right
Tibetan symbol into the mix...

...you dumb asses ever think
the Thinman comes to life as a Tulpa?

Because thousands of people

can agree that Thinman
is any one thing?

The lore changes blog to blog.

- He's not a Tulpa.
- Okay, all right. All right.

Right here, right now,
cut the crap.

Do either of you actually
know what Thinman is?

No. We just play
Supernaturalists on TV.

We have no idea what we're doing.

Of course we do.

Thinman, is part man, part tree.

Some people believe
that he emerged

from the nightmare
of an autistic boy.

All right, so you have no idea.

Fellas, you want to see this.

All right, check it out.

- Whoa.
- Whoa.

All right, so, how did he jump
from the parking lot to the diner?

The doors were locked?

The footage shows Trey
locked them ten minutes before.

Locked, not locked,
it doesn't matter.

Everyone knows
Thinman can teleport.

I didn't even
get a blip on my EMF.

So, maybe it's not a ghost.

You Feds believers now?

Okay, uh...
We're gonna go.

- Yep.
- Good work, deputy, agent.

- Let's go. Let's go, man.
- With me.

Let's see it again.

Let's get out.

Holy wow.

Someone posted
the diner footage of Thinman

in the comments section
of our blog.

- Who?
- Who cares?

Maintain current velocity.

Hey, why are you
putting your ninja outfit on?

I'm not gonna wait
for someone else to die.

I'm gonna find Thinman tonight.

- Where?
- The woods, obvi.

That's kind of general.

Well, the lore says that
Thinman hangs out by trees,

and the woods
is where trees hang out.

Two kills in town.
Local Wood's the best bet.

Two people are dead.
Really dead.

And I just keep thinking
that, you know,

maybe Sam and Dean
should just take over.

First of all, hell no.

And quit raining on my rainbow.

Rainbows can't happen
without rain.

Don't try to use science with me.
This is about a feeling.

And we can't quit
when we're so close

to finding Thinman
and finally making up

for everything we've lost
because of... what we do.

Okay, it wouldn't be the worst idea,
though, you know,

if we leave it
to the professionals.

We are the professionals, Ed.

So, the woods?

Any woods, Ed.
Any woods.

Just grasping at straws here,
but when I think "teleport,"

I think "Crossroads Demon."

Mm.

Demon that likes to stab
and watch YouTube. Why not?

Oh, by the way, speaking of which...

...the video of,
Trey getting knifed...

...it's already online.
It has, like, 2,000 views.

It's like somebody wants people
to see Thinman in action.

It's 'cause people will watch,
'cause people are sick.

And when did "viral" go
from that baby chimp

falling out of a tree
to Killer Candid Camera?

You know what video would have
gone viral, if we still had it?

When you were five
and you got dressed up as Batman

and you jumped off the shed
'cause you thought you could fly.

After you jumped first.

Hey, I was nine, and I was
dressed up like superman, okay?

Everybody knows
that Batman can't fly.

Well, I didn't know that.
I broke my arm.

I know you did.

Man, I drove you to the ER
on my handlebars.

Well, good times.

Yeah, they were.

Come on in.

I got to tell you guys
something important...

...and then the case is yours.

Harry here, solo Ghostfacer,

investigating a possible
Thinman habitat...

...in the woods.

All alone, deep in the woods,
a man could lose his marbles

being so close
to the blade of doom.

Lucky for us,
I'm really good at marbles.

All right, either you bleed
Ghostfacers red or you don't.

If Spruce wanted to start
a startup

and Maggie's heart
was in the roller derby,

who am I to stop them?

But Harry... I couldn't
let him give in to his girl.

I mean, she called
the Ghostfacers stupid.

Stupid! Can you believe that?

You know, I don't care

how much money
her daddy's hedge fund has.

I just couldn't watch Harry
become a corporate stooge.

Okay, this all sounds like
sad times at Bitchmont High.

What does this
have to do with the case?

Harry was gonna leave, so I needed
to give him a reason to stay.

I... I made up Thinman.

Thinman stalks his victims,

but the tables have turned,
my friends.

The stalker is now the stalkee.

So you're saying that
this crap is actually crap?

One old photo of a butler,
a lot of Photoshop later,

and I posted on one of those
horror forums under "anonymous".

- And it blew up.
- Yeah.

I only faked one case for us, and
then we're packing up to go home

when somebody posted
a sighting of Thinman,

so we went after it,
and that's how the Thinman

became a crowdsourced legend.

Look, we were at the front of it.

It felt like something.

It was so awesome
to have a following,

and Harry, he was just...
He was so into it.

Ed, you have to tell him.

You don't get it.
We were the Thinman guys.

Without the Thinman,
we're just guys...

Just... we're just puffs.

- What?
- What?

If I tell Harry,
he's gonna leave the Ghostfacers.

Listen, if you don't tell him,
he's gonna leave anyway.

Trust me here.
Secrets ruin relationships.

Okay, well, I'll just tell him
when the time is right.

- Time's right now, chief.
- Well, he's... He's not here.

He's out in the woods,
searching for Thinman.

Okay, because Thinman,
or whatever the hell this thing is,

has killed two people,
and now Harry is in the woods alone.

Well, actually,
it's more like "wood,"

'cause I dropped him off by some trees
behind a grocery store.

Guys, come on.
He's gonna be fine.

Guys?

All right, what we have
here is a... it's a...

It looks like a formation of sticks
in the shape of a pile.

Could have been
left here for us by Thinman.

What was that?

Oh!

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

We are not alone.

Too tight?

Nope. No, I'm good.
I'm good.

- Yeah? All right.
- I'm good.

I think I'm just gonna have to staple it
when we get back to the motel.

- We were right, Ed! Thinman's real.
- Yeah.

Some fresh tires tracks
back over there.

- I took some photos.
- What for?

Because that car might belong
to whoever knifed you.

Well, whoever cut me was Thinman,
and Thinman doesn't drive.

It was Thinman, jackass!

I mean, I shouldn't have to
connect the dots for you guys.

I figured, you know,
you're both intelligent, maybe.

- Um, Harry...
- What?

Why didn't you tell me
that before?

Because...
I don't know...

I thought you were gonna get mad.

Good guess, Ed.
I am mad.

I'm really, really mad
at you right now.

I can see that.

You crashed the Jenga Tower
of our lives.

I was gonna get married.

I left her to run around with you,
living some lie.

Well, at least we were
living it together.

Seriously? Seriously?

If I hadn't struck gold with Thinman,

you'd be doing a boring job,
doing boring numbers,

answering to Dana's dad.

Okay? I saved you, bud.

Saved me? From what?

From living a nice life?

From not getting stabbed?

How selfish can you be?

Well, maybe it's
not too late, you know?

You could call her and see.

- That's not gonna work.
- Well, maybe... Maybe it will.

No, it's not.
You want to know why?

'Cause she's got some guy's arm
wrapped around her neck,

and it's "complicated", okay?

Look, Harry, we didn't know from
the start if Thinman was real or not.

I... okay, look, maybe I had
some inside knowledge.

Okay, but does it
really make a difference

if we keep it going for the fans?

They'll never know.

I'll know.

You made a chump out of me, Ed.

Harry, we can get through this.

We just debunk Thinman

and then we go back
to Ghostfacers.

I can't.

I can't trust you anymore, Ed.

Come on, Harry.

I get it.
You're pissed, okay?

And... and you don't mean
what you say.

But, Harry,
just tell me what you need.

I'll go get some coffee, and...

And you can stay here and chill.

Hey.

How did it go?

It, um, went, uh... Um...

Hey.

You okay?

I just got punched right in the feels.

None of it was real, Sam.

Ed was just pretending,
and now he wants me to pretend,

like this is just something
I could get past.

I know what you mean.

Look, there are things
you can forgive,

and there are things you can't.

So, which one is this?

That's something you got
to figure out for yourself.

Hey.

I got a bead on those tire treads,
if you want to...

- What's up?
- So, the tires were only made

for one kind of car.

It's a 1989 Geo Metro.

Town this small,
there's only one registered here.

Deputy says it belongs
to a guy named Roger

who works night security

down at the mill
on the north side of town.

So, this thing teleported,
but it has a job and car.

- What are we dealing with?
- Let's go find out.

Sam and Dean caught something,

so they're gonna clean up
your mess.

You're right. It is my mess.

I should be the one out there
cleaning it up.

You'd just make it worse.

Oh, what?

You were fine leaving Sam
and Dean before. Why not now?

I don't want to be a
jellyfish spine anymore, Harry.

- Jellyfish don't have spines.
- Exactly.

Before the heartache,
before the lies,

we set out
to help people, right?

Yeah... Mostly.

So, there's no reason
not to get out there

and do what we
mostly set out to do.

Harry, I... I can make this
right for the both of us.

We can make it right.

You mean you want
to come with me?

I thought we said my partner
and I would take care of this.

Look, guys, my boss is AWOL.

We don't have a warrant.

My ass is on the line
if this thing goes sideways.

All right.
Just stay back.

Always wanted to use these things.

So, you're Thinman, huh?

That would make sense
if it didn't look

like you just ate a fat camp.

Oh, God, Sam, make him stop.

Hey, so, what's the deal?
What are you, Norwood?

You a demon?

I mean, how did you teleport
back at the diner?

Team effort.

So, there was no teleporting.

Just a couple of douche bags
doing a Scream thing.

Wait, I know who you are.

You're the busboy from the diner.

So, what, you just wanted
to kill your boss?

Trey was a dick.

And what about Casey?
What did she do?

She wouldn't go out with me,
so I set her up

with someone else...
My knife.

Good one, Rog.

I see the sheriff
didn't make it out of town.

Well, he really should
have given me

the time off I asked for.

- So, you killed him?
- I didn't kill anyone.

Roger did.

He's the psycho.

I'm the visionary.

I don't blame you
for underestimating me.

Everybody does.

Fancy Fed, coming in here,

treating me like a paper monkey
from the get-go.

But I was Thinman the whole time.

Do you have any idea
how good that felt?

No, sicko,
I can't say that I do.

Yeah, pretty boy doesn't know

what it's like to feel invisible.

To grow up in a town of
300 people and nobody sees you.

They didn't see us.

So, how did you two meet?

- Wackjob.com?
- No.

Just a couple of schmoes
in an empty bar.

We hit it off.
Turns out me and Rog...

...we're both total
conspiracy-theory junkies.

And then we found Thinman,
and, barn,

we blew up all over
the message boards.

So, what is this, then?
Some sort of a twisted cosplay?

Cosreal.

You know,
blogging was fun, but...

But, let me guess,
you wanted something more.

You realize
what you two jackasses

are doing
doesn't make you Thinman.

It makes you copycat killers.

It makes me Thinman.

And you're not
telling anyone I'm not...

...'cause you'll be too dead to talk.

Show time.

You two are lucky ducks.

You're the stars
of our best video yet.

And when it goes viral...

...everyone will know Thinman's real.

And... Action!

Wait, no, no, no. Don't!

Harry...

Oh, he got me!
He got me back!

It's Scooby-Doo time, douche bag.

Take off the mask.

I know you're not Thinman.
You're just a "me-me".

Ed, it's pronounced meme.

- It's spelled m-e-m-e, though.
- The second "e" is silent. Yeah.

You're a me-me. A man-meme,
and I invented you.

Good to know.

Oh, sh...

I'm a lover of the classics, Ed.

And what we have here
is a Frankenstein situation.

I mean, wow, the creator.

I mean, we were
gonna let one of you guys

live to tell our story
but now...

...once you two are dead,
there'll be no proof

that Thinman was your brainchild.

No.

Wait, no! No! No!

No, look. Look at me.
This is all my fault.

Okay?
It's all my fault.

I got enough bullets for both of you.

- So, are we good in there?
- Yeah.

With the Thinman footage
and the way I set the bodies,

there should be enough
breadcrumbs to make it look

like those two psychos
offed each other.

They were just people, man.

They weren't demons.
They weren't monsters.

They... were just frickin' people.

Yeah, well, like I said,
people are sick.

So... Are we cool?

I don't think we ever will be.

I mean, you know,
we made it right.

We beat the guys.

This could be our shot to start
the old Ghostfacers again.

I came here with you to finish
this thing with Thinman.

I wasn't just
closing a chapter, Ed.

It was the whole dang book.

But you saved my life back there.

- I killed a guy, Ed.
- He was a bad guy, Harry.

He was a guy, Ed.

Too many people have died
'cause of your crap.

I've done all this crap for us.

I don't know why
you don't see that.

No.
No.

You did this for you.

Ed, there's a lot of things
I can forgive...

...but this isn't one of them.

So what does this mean about us?

It means...

It's complicated.

Can I get a ride from you guys?

Yeah, sure.

Harry, you okay?

Yeah.

I mean, no.

You roll with a guy so many years,

you start to think he's always
gonna be next to you.

Like, when you're old and
you're drinking on the porch,

he'll be in
that other rocking chair.

And then something happens,

and you realize that other chair
has gone empty.

You know what I mean?