All language subtitles for supernatural.s11e05.bdrip.x264-mayhem

Here, ghosty, ghosty, ghosty.

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

I don't believe in ghosts.

The camera caught a ghost on film.
Spirit photography.

How do you think
angry spirits are born?

They can't let go and they can't move on
and they stay here for years.

They all feel disembodied, scared.

Talking about ghosts.

No!

The Darkness. She saved me.

- We're bound, Dean.
- She thanked me.

- For what?
- Setting her free.

I think Amara is The Darkness.

The Devil's in that girl.

Amara's hungry.
She's a growing girl.

So, we have some ancient evil out
there just getting stronger by the day.

I want that child.

I'm hungry.

The child eats souls.

I'm hungry.

Amara?

I said I'm hungry.

This place is way creepier in person.

Hell yeah, it is.

Ghostfacers can't capture the rage vibes.

You think we'll see anything?

You know why I got this room?

It's supposed to get
the heavy paranormal action.

And now we're in The Shining.

Crap.

Ooh, she's coming to get you.

Shut up.

Don't worry. I'm here.

It's what we came here for, right?

The hinges are falling.

What?

Help! Help!

Help!

Yo.

Don't suppose you got a 20
on The Darkness?

Uh, well, I thought
I had something earlier.

Half a town flipped their gourds
and started attacking people,

but turns out they'd eaten
rabid possum meat.

Okay, they do realize
that possum is giant rat, right?

It's a marsupial.

Huh?

Not the point. Look, check this out. Um...

A couple was ax-murdered
in Fall River, Massachusetts at,

wait for it,

the Lizzie Borden Bed & Breakfast Museum.

- A B&B and a museum?
- Yeah.

That doesn't sound
like a tourist trap at all.

I mean, the thing is the inn was
Lizzie Borden's actual house.

In 1892, she hacked up her dad
and stepmom there.

Or allegedly hacked them up.

She was acquitted, ended up spending
the rest of her days in Fall River

hounded and persecuted by the townspeople.

So you're thinking revenge killing?
Why now?

It was probably just some psycho fan
who's seen too many slasher flicks.

Could be. But the inn was locked up.

No signs of entry or exit,
a half a dozen guests,

none of whom saw or heard any intruders.

Well, maybe the murderer
was actually competent.

Wait a minute, I know what this is.

This has something to do with
your freaky fetish for serial killers.

- It's not a fetish.
- You've always wanted to see that house.

Dean, two people are dead.

In Lizzie Borden's home.

We got no leads on Amara,
I say we check this out.

Besides, the entire Borden clan are
buried in Fall River, including Lizzie.

What do you wanna do about Cass?

Oh, he's knee-deep
in binge-watching The Wire.

Just started season two.

Yeah, he's not coming out any time soon.

All right.

Borden B&B, how may I help you?

So I guess now Lizzie Borden
has her own doll.

Yeah, went a little overboard
on the crazy eyes.

No, it's absolutely
not a crime scene anymore.

Look, the room's been cleaned
and you're not even on the same floor.

There's no reason to canc...

People still freaked out
about the murders, huh?

Some find it exciting.

Can I help you boys?

Yeah, we read about the tragedy

and I'm a bit of a history buff,

and I just wanted to ask...

Do you think the killings
had anything to do with Lizzie Borden?

I mean, her ghost or whatever.

Probably just some crazed fan
broke in, right?

These are great questions, guys.

Ones we usually answer
for our paying guests.

Right.

Mason!

You forgot to cancel the bakery order.

Mom, I'm with customers.

Two hundred dollars' worth of Danish
and no guests to eat it.

- These guys can put away a few.
- It's coming out of your paycheck.

Of course it is.

Working with family can be tough.

Twenty years.

And you have your pick of rooms.

We'll take the one the couple was in.

- The deceased couple?
- Mmm-hmm.

We came a long way to see some ghosts.

We figure there's the most unrest there.

Uh, we're not renting that room right now.

Out of respect.

But you gotta get back
on that horse sometime.

Lucky. We redid the room.

Great.

And now that we're paying guests,

did you hear or see
anything unusual that night?

Not until we heard the screams.

I told Mom to stay downstairs
and I ran up there.

Oh, God! Blood.

And who was the couple?

Local kids.

I mean, nothing special about the girl,
but the guy...

He was a descendant
of the original Bordens.

Hmm. Thanks.

I don't know where to put my eyes.

I think I'm gonna throw up.

We're surrounded by doilies.
They're everywhere.

Okay, you think the innkeeper might
have mentioned this

before he ripped us off.

Ugh.

I guess, you're gonna have to get yourself
another room.

Because this was Lizzie's original room
and I'm not giving it up.

What are you, four?

Look at that.

That jibes with what people online
have been saying about the upstairs.

Crying in empty rooms, footsteps,
buzzing lights.

Hmm.

No secret panels or passageways
in the closet.

Well, the world's smallest bathroom
is clean.

What is that smell?

I think it's this. It's like a...

Lavender toilet water.

Bottled toilet water?

Why do you keep spraying it?

I just wanted to see
if the squeezy thing worked.

I think it was supposed
to be a perfume or something.

All right, I'm gonna go
check out the rest of the inn

'cause now I got grandma all over me so...

Hey! Hey!

Oh!

Yeah, no Lizzie in the attic.

But I did find a homemade EMF generator.

Turned that beast off
and what do you know, no more signal.

Shocking. The, uh, flickering lights?

Wired to timers buried in the walls.

Come on.

Oh. And check out this baby.

Huh?

Covering up our very own sound system.

I, uh, fished this out of the wall.

Crying in empty rooms.

And there's more.

Running footsteps, uh,
creepy whispers you can't quite make out,

one flushing toilet,
not quite sure what that's about.

The whole place is a hoax, man.

It's a tourist trap, just like I said.

Yeah, but we still don't know
how that couple got axed.

I mean, how did the killer get in and out?

I don't know, why don't we Sherlock that
over a beer and a lobster roll, okay?

I gotta get out of this doily coffin.

Thanks.

Detective Madsen? Agent Collins.

You weren't Feds earlier.

Well, uh, my partner and I were
undercover,

investigating the original murders.

Where the hell were you
when my mom was being...

I'm so very sorry, Mr. Kemper. I...

We're gonna find the son of a bitch
who's doing this.

He had just finished locking up.

No one was inside
but him and Mrs. Kemper.

Staff went home hours ago.

And no suspects
for the first murders either?

Hi. I'm Agent Gabriel.

Listen, I saw a guy hanging
around earlier,

uh, snapping some photos and he ran
away when I tried to make contact.

Let me guess... Short, chunky, baby-faced?

Yeah, that's him.

That's Len. Total teddy bear.

I went to high school with him.

Obsessed with ghosts but harmless.

Ghosts?

Is that a real issue around here?

According to the Chamber of Commerce,
absolutely.

Right.

I'll send an officer over to Len,
get a statement from him.

You know what, you guys got
your hands full,

- we'll, uh, drop by.
Mmm-hmm.

- Thanks.
- You betcha.

Well, so far we got squat
that says ghost or anything remotely us.

So maybe it's not our usual kind of gig.

Maybe we're dealing with a serial killer.

Oh, yeah, you'd love that, wouldn't you?

- Agent Collins.
- This is Detective Madsen.

There's been another victim.

- Really?
- Axed in the next county.

- God...
- I'm there now.

- Thanks for letting me know.
- You're welcome.

Another ax vic,
this one miles from the B&B.

- Lizzie left home?
- Apparently.

All right, I'll take the crime scene,
you take Len.

Who found the body?

Babysitter was home with the kid,
found dad in the driveway.

Jeez.

Thanks.

I heard Jordie's dad pull up outside
and then there was this shout.

I went to look and I saw the blood
before I saw him.

I thought someone had spilled paint.

And what about before?

I mean, did you notice
anything out of the ordinary?

Uh, a sound? Smell?
There's no detail too small.

No, it was like any other night.

Mom!

Jordie, are you all right?

Did he see anything?

No, he was inside the whole time.

Ma'am, I'm Agent Collins with the FBI.

I understand this is a terrible time,

but if you can manage,
I would love to ask you a few...

You need to get out of my house
is what you need to do.

Of course, we can do this tomorrow.

Get out!

Wow.

Didn't expect to see her here.

Well, gotta live your bliss.

You are a Lizzie Borden...

I don't think "fan" covers it.

Uh, super-fan.

And curator.

Mmm-hmm.

And is that what you were doing tonight,
at the B&B?

Curating?

Oh. I, uh...

Len, it's best just to go
with the truth here.

I was trying to get
a picture of Lizzie's ghost.

And is that what I saw you with?

Yeah. It's, uh...

It's what the Victorians used
for spirit photography.

Mmm-hmm. And have you captured
any Caspers on that thing?

Well, I've seen Lizzie at her house.

She's this wispy, gray shadow,

but she never shows up on film.

Maybe I should go high-def.

Why not go inside?

I'm not exactly allowed
at the inn anymore.

There's a minor restraining order.

And there's a gag order
not to talk about the restraining order.

But you're a federal agent.

Buried the lead there a little, Len.

Why don't you tell me
about the restraining order.

It was Lizzie's 155th birthday.

I couldn't get Lizzie's room, so...

I stayed in the basement.

For a couple days.

Weeks. I wasn't bothering anybody.

So it's safe to say
that you know the inn pretty well.

Let me ask you, did anything about tonight
strike you as weird?

Just you banging on the window.

- Your chat room is open.
- Oh, God, no.

I'm supposed to lead a live chat
about the ax murders in Fall River.

I'm not Lizzie CNN!

Yeah, I don't know why
anyone would think that.

I'll close it down. Be right back.

Okay.

Four ax murders in two days, no leads.

Whole town's panicking
like it's The Purge.

Yeah, not the whole town.

Mrs. Pinski doesn't seem too broken up
over the fact

that her husband was butchered
in the driveway.

You saw the body. She's in shock.

Still.

People have freaky-ass reactions to loss.

Where did you see this?

Uh...

A site about ghosts.

Uh, the paranormal.

Len, you might be the worst liar
I've ever met.

Tell me where you've seen this symbol.

I can take you down to the station
to ask you there

but then we gotta involve
the local police, your restraining order.

Okay.

Okay. Uh...

I was outside Lizzie's house
a couple nights ago.

Just trying to catch a picture of her.

For a second I thought you were a...

Never mind. Um, are you lost?
Or staying at the inn?

I wish I were.

I wanna see where Lizzie axed her folks.

Oh. Well, uh, you were looking at it.

Half of it.
That's where they found Andrew Borden,

slumped over the couch
in the sitting room.

I'm sorry, uh, how old are you?

Poor Lizzie.

I've been reading up on her.
Her parents sucked.

I totally agree.

Lizzie has been so misunderstood
by history.

It's pretty obvious her uncle had
the stronger motive and opportunity.

Oh, no, Lizzie definitely hacked them.

You can see it in her eyes.

Serial killer eyes.

I ditched her quick after that.

But you didn't tell the police?

A, restraining order.

B, what am I supposed to say?

I was hanging out talking murder
with a 12-year-old girl

in the middle of the night?

Where does the symbol come in?

She had it on her shoulder.

I don't know if it was a scar
or a birthmark.

- What did this girl look like?
- Um...

A girl. Amara.

That's what she said her name was.

You know her.

You said she was 12?

Well, maybe a little younger or older.

Who is she?

She's a runaway.

Do you know where Amara is now?
Is she still in town?

I don't know. Why are you looking for her?

I'm not at liberty
to discuss that with you.

You have to tell me.

Please, I need to find her.

Why?

You won't believe me.

Okay, well, uh, enjoy your Lizzie fest.

Oh, hey, uh, no touching.

I never touched you.

I don't know what that girl
did to me,

but I haven't been right since.

I can't eat or sleep.

I don't dream.

And all the things I used to love,

my Lizzie blog, the ghost conventions,
they leave me cold.

I put this whole collection
on eBay last night.

Now it belongs to some machinist in Ohio.

What about super-fan, curator,
living the bliss?

Just playing the part.

Of what I used to be.

You know, fake it till you make it.

Or feel it.

So is that what you were doing
at the inn tonight?

- Faking it?
- No.

I was looking for Amara.

I want her to put me back.

I've always been odd and quirky

but I had a life.

Friends.

And now I remember how to talk to people,

what to say...

But I feel like I'm acting.

Going through the motions.

I'm like a robot puppet man.

Wait, Amara was here? How?

Oh, and the real crazy?

Apparently she's like 12.

What?

How's that even possible?

It ain't Wheaties she's eating,
I'll tell you that much.

- Meaning?
- Len. He ain't doing so hot.

I think Amara sucked out his soul.

So, Amara's growing
like a radioactive weed?

Yeah, by stuffing her face with souls.

Does that mean she's gaining
more power, too? And for what?

I don't know. That tsunami's gonna hit us
sooner or later,

right now we gotta deal with
what we can deal with.

All these spent shells
Amara's leaving behind.

You don't think Len's our Lizzie Borden,
do you?

No, I talked to his neighbors

and except for me seeing him at the B&B,
he's been here all night.

So, we can't kill him
'cause he hasn't done anything yet.

Dean, we don't wanna kill him.

We wanna save people, remember?

Right, your new rules.

Why hasn't he offed anybody?

I mean, it took Jenna
all of walking downstairs

to slit her grandmother's throat.

Maybe not everybody
who gets their soul-sucked out

turns into a killer.

Or maybe he just hasn't
gotten around to it yet.

All right, well, I think the best thing
is we just stick close

until we figure out how to help him out

which starts by you telling him
he's got no soul.

- Me?
- Yeah.

Why do I have to do it?

Well, because you've been there,
you speak the language.

He doesn't even know
he's been Hoovered yet.

Yeah, but you have better relationship
with him than I do.

Yeah, but you're better with that
whole sensitive, verbal massage.

There's no sensitive way to tell him
his soul's been sucked out

by a pre-historic tween.

And even if Len does believe us,

is that supposed to make him feel better?

Fine. Probably couldn't
handle the truth anyway,

he's a little fragile right now.

Okay, well, great.

Looks like we're babysitting
a 30-year-old man.

There may be someone else
Amara got to as well.

- Our hatchet man.
- Yeah.

So, the murders started right around
the time Len saw Amara, right?

Well, the wife of the last victim,
uh, Dawn Pinski,

had this bizarre reaction
to hearing her husband got minced.

I mean, like she couldn't care less.

That's kind of the way I felt
the whole time I was soulless.

Oh, yeah, you were one chilly droid.

Anyways, detective thinks it's shock,

but I think maybe Mom lost her soul
and picked up an ax.

Hmm.

- Hello?
- Sydney, this is Agent Collins.

We're trying to find Mrs. Pinski,

do you have any idea where she might be?

Um, no, she, uh, didn't mention anything.

Dawn didn't want me to come over today.

Sydney, you are a part
of a federal murder investigation.

You do not wanna hold
anything back from us.

Okay, there might be one place
that she could be.

Dawn has a friend, Nate.

A special friend.

Okay, I'm reading your mail.

Look, I don't wanna get Dawn in trouble.

Do you have an address?

Kitten videos, chicken and waffles,
eucalyptus scent,

don't care for it anymore.

Used to swoon for dark curly hair.

Now? Not so much.

You think I had a stroke?

Or maybe it's a brain tumor.

What's really freaky is all the stuff
that used to make my skin crawl,

HOW seems...

Eh...

I couldn't shake a guy's hand before.

God, that wetness.

Now, I could lick the sweat
off a stranger's...

- Okay.
- Yeah, any body part, I'm serious.

I feel weird, man.

"Weird" how?

Like somethings hatching inside of me.

Something dark.

With wings.

- What?
- Nothing.

You looked at Sam like...

You guys know what's wrong with me.

Hey.

You don't have a soul, all right?

Amara sucked it out.

- What...
- Dean.

You wanna be a little more blunt?

How is that even possible?

Look, this is just so you don't
get in trouble, all right?

We'll be right back and then
we'll figure out what to do.

Well, how do I get it back?

My soul.

Generally, you don't.

It feels good to finally know.

Hello.

Something happened in here.

Well, the blue car is the mom's.
I saw it last night.

Jordie.

Hey, buddy.

You all right? Give me a sec.

Oh, thank God.

I thought you were dead.

I can't believe
that I bagged both of you guys.

Yeah, so it's, uh, Sydney,
the killer babysitter.

Not the mom.

So what's the story?

You gonna hack us up like the others?

I'm past that.

You two are an offering to my new friend.

Let me guess.

Is your new bestie Amara?

You know her?

Yeah, we're tight.

How did you two meet?

Couple nights ago, I got pretty sloshed.

This, uh, smug, little trust-fund dirtbag
had just dumped me.

Excuse me, drunk girl?

You shouldn't be driving.

You could put your head through a window.

Where are your parents?

Did they bring you to this dump
on a school night?

My parents used to do that.

I found this place on my own.

I like dark places.

You're here alone?

Okay, let's, uh...

Let's get you inside.

I'm Sydney, by the way.

I'm going to help you, Sydney.

You think I need help?

Well, maybe you're right.

Tonight, anyway.

How did you...

How did you do that?

Oh, I feel like...

I feel like ecstasy, orgasm,
chocolate cake.

You're an angel.

Do I look like a whiny, winged suck-up?

Well, then what are you?

Have you guys ever seen
the iced tea commercial

where the lady is lying
on the inflatable raft

and she's just drifting along
a sparkling pool?

That's what it was like.

Being with Amara.

Bliss.

No hurting,

no sadness,

no memories.

So you don't want memories?

Did you have nice parents, Sam?

Because my folks treated me
and my sister like human ashtrays.

I used to have to drink myself blind
to even look at these,

let alone show anybody.

And now, I don't know
what Amara did to me,

but it's just skin.

Right, well, that's really good for you.

No more waking up screaming
from nightmares,

no more flashbacks.

Amara took away the pain.

She lightened something in me.

Except now you're an ax-murderer.

I'm free.

Before, there was always
this constant voice in my head,

"You can't do that, it's wrong.
What if you get caught?"

And now it is quiet.

It is just me and what I want.

And when you can do whatever you want,
you don't have to get caught.

And then you can really fly.

Were you flying when you diced up
that couple at the inn?

When I found out that that pus-hole

was taking another girl to the B&B...

That's his deal-closing move...

I didn't have to sit at home
and cry about it.

And what about the innkeeper's mom?

That piece of jerky,
she screwed me out of two weeks' pay.

I used to fantasize about killing her
and now I am living the dream.

So that's how you got in and out.

You worked there.

Just for one summer.

What about Jordie's parents, huh?

What, did they screw you over, too?

Not me.

Jordie.

Where to start?

Meth-dealing dad, slut mom.

No, I saved Jordie.

And I'm gonna take better care of him
than they ever did.

Well, you said that we were, uh...

We were an offering.

Well, how are you planning on
bringing Amara here?

Don't tell me that girl's got
a cell phone.

I've been praying.

And I know that she can hear me.

I can feel it.

She's close.

She hasn't left me.

Well, bring her on out.

We've been hunting that bitch
for weeks.

She is a goddess!

Holy crap.

I just did that.

Hey. Hey.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Take this away.

The Darkness is coming.

It's so peaceful.

It's coming for all of us.

Jordie, you have any, uh, family
you can stay with?

When I was six months old,
my mom died and my dad was...

Was never really around much.

I realize that's nowhere close
to what you've lost

but you're gonna survive this.

People are gonna help you.

There's Aunt Kathy.

She comes at Christmas.

First of all, I ripped my hand
out of the cuff.

Well, you saved us, Len.

Yeah, that's not why I mauled myself.

I wanted to see if I could do it.

It hurt like a mother,

but it didn't wig me out at all.

I picked up my thumb
like it was a mini hot dog.

Len, I'm not gonna lie, that's worrisome.

And that girl...

My brain said I should help you,

But I didn't really feel anything.

For you or her.

What kind of person can murder
and feel nothing?

Len, whatever darkness you have
inside you,

if there is a shred of conscience,
then there might be hope.

No, Sam said once your soul is gone,

you can't get it back.

And I know for sure now.

If I'm not stopped,
there'll be another kill.

I can feel it, like a bubble rising up.

So what do you wanna do?

You could kill me.

No, I can't, I...

I don't wanna do that.

Then there's only one thing.

I'm gonna turn myself in.

I'll confess to all the murders,
that way I can't get out.

Hmm.

Well, there's not too many

soulless killers
that would give themselves up.

I remember what it was like
to do the right thing.

So I'm going through the motions.

For as long as I can.

Still can't believe Len turned
himself in.

I mean, kinda makes sense.

You know, people having
different reactions to losing their souls.

I did.

Everyone's got their own history, right?

Len loses his heart,

Sydney loses her head.

What, are we looking
for the cowardly lion next?

You know, I get this, like,
pit in my stomach,

any time I think of her.

The Darkness.

Like we only know the tip
of what she is, what she does to people.

You know, Len was freaked out by her
but Sydney...

Sydney couldn't get enough.

The bliss she was talking about, you know?

What was it like for you?

Did you feel like that with Amara?

No.

Oh, I mean, it was quiet.

Yeah, until, uh...

Until she started hatching killers
and rallying monsters to raise armies.

So that's how we have to find her, huh?

Follow the bodies?

You got a better idea?

We could follow
the crazy you've been seeing.

Look at the rate Amara's growing,
sucking souls and getting stronger...

She might not be that hard to find.

Come on.

Bye, Dean. I'll see you soon.

English - SDH