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Hi, Amy.

Amy: You know me. You know the kind of person I am.

She's dropping bodies, man, which means we got to drop her.

She's done. Trust me.

Okay.

You are what you are. You will kill again.

What's going on with you?

Dean: You are what you are.

What the hell are you talking about?

I'm talking about whatever you're not telling me about.

I know you didn't want to let her go,

but it was the right thing to do.

So, thanks. No problem.

You know my motto -- "here to help."

Kind of like you helped Amy?

I'm sorry.

You should just go on without me.

All right.

Yes.

A spirit has gathered around us.

Are you with us, spirit?

[ Wind howls ]

I feel something.

I have goose bumps.

Uncle Danny?

We're going to make contact now.

Rest your hands on the planchette.

Let the spirit guide our hands.

O spirit,

are you the one we seek?

Are you...

Uncle Danny?

I'm not doing that.

Yeah. She's pushing it.

It's okay to be skeptical.

Danny, if you're with us,

knock twice for yes.

[ Two knocks ]

Danny?

Can you ask him, is he happy?

[ Two knocks ]

He is. He's happy.

Is sadie with him?

Now you're being ridiculous, Cynthia.

Who cares about Sadie?

Ah, yes.

I see...

A family pet.

That's her. Sadie was a Schnauzer.

She's with Danny, chasing tennis balls in the afterlife.

Sadie loved tennis balls.

There were important papers.

No one can find them. They weren't in the safe.

Can you just ask him...

Of course.

I'll need you to place your hands with me

on the planchette.

[ Electricity crackling ]

Maybe --

maybe Danny didn't like the question.

Tell him to quit fooling around.

He knows darn well that's my money.

Can't you two stop squabbling?

For Pete's sake, he's dead.

Tell him we're sorry.

Maybe if we're nice, he'll --

oh, my God.

Danny?

[ Both gasp ]

What's going on?

[ Screams ] Run!

[ Screams ]

[ Screams ]

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[ lock clicks ]

Geez. Have some pride.

[ Engine turns over ] Yeah.

Man: [ On radio ] Ooh! That make me hungry. [ Sloop! ]

You're listening to the morning chaos

with me, Bananas Foster. The hell I am, ass-hat.

And now for the news of the weird -- [ Wolf howls ]

Two very odd murders, to be exact. [ Boing! ]

Mediums are dying in Lily Dale,

the most psychic town in America.

So if you want to know your future,

stick to that 900 line, 'cause is it me,

or should those guys have seen it coming?

[ Ah-oogah! ]

[ Engine revs ]

[ Police radio chatter ]

[ Indistinct whispering ]

[ Wind howls ]

[ Chuckles ]

O spirits of the further...

am I going to win the Powerball?

[ Knock ]

I'm gonna be rich.

[ Wind chimes jingle ]

Hello!

First time at Good Graces?

Yes.

Well, we're 100% locally sourced, biodynamic,

and you get a free affirmation with every order.

Think I'll source a taco joint.

Sam: Just coffee, black, extra shot.

You always wear a suit to get your palm read?

Yeah. Not surprised you caught this one.

It's on every morning zoo in America.

You mind?

So, I, uh, I went to the scene.

Wires, speakers, enough E.M.F. to make your hair stand up.

Don't even think about getting a reading.

Oh, and, uh, if this hadn't have been two

psychics that bit it...

I would have just chalked this up as being dumb and accidental.

And I know, I know.

This whole town's supposedly calling ghosts.

But that takes some serious spellwork and some serious mojo.

The only books this lady had were Oprah crap.

When was the last time you actually saw a real psychic?

Huh? Pamela?

Missouri?

Anyway, this is good. And, uh, how you been?

And what can I get for you?

Uh, pancakes, side of pig. Coffee, black.

Fantastic.

You are a virile manifestation of the divine.

What the hell did he say to me?

Oh, it's funny?

Yeah, no. Go ahead. Laugh it up, Sam. Hilarious.

Dean...

Oh, he speaks.

...Look...

Sam.

Look, we're both here.

All right, the chance of either one of us leaving

while people are still dying out there --

[ clicks tongue ]

You might as well bite the bullet

and work with me on this one.

I don't know if I can.

I'm not asking you to open up a can of worms.

Okay, I'm not even asking you

where the hell you've been for the past week and a half.

Good.

I'm just saying, let's try and stop the killings.

That's it.

Okay.

Okay? Good.

Can I help you?

You're the brothers from the --

Oh, no, no, no, no.

The Winchester guys on the news a couple weeks back?

- No -- we get that a lot. - Yeah, no.

Those depraved killers got put down

like the dogs that they were.

Us on the other hand, we're completely harmless.

[ Laughing ] Oh, yeah!

I'm sorry. Silly me.

And I can see by your energies, you're completely gentle.

[ Russian accent ] Excuse my friend. She's excitable.

Sweetheart, look at them, hmm? They're FBI.

Oh!

I'm Russian. We can spot the law.

You must be here about the tragedies.

Oh, we're just beside ourselves about what happened.

Yeah. And so close to festival season, huh?

Yeah -- no --

Of course we are worried.

We have no idea what's going on, huh?

Nikolai. Let me know if I can help you.

I'm highly intuitive.

Nikolai Lishin, spoon bender?

Mm. World famous.

Come to my demonstration at the festival, huh?

Ugh!

I teach you to harness the power of your mind.

Come, let's leave them be.

So glad we decided to vacation here, huh? Right?

All right. [ Clears throat ] Here we go.

First death.

Second death.

What am I looking at?

Well, see this?

Now, this is Imelda Graven, death number one.

She was brained by her own crystal ball.

Bummer, and ironic.

Same necklace?

Yeah. See, Imelda gave it to Goldy in her will.

Okay, so, cursed object, maybe?

Worth looking into.

Goldy's next of kin lives in town, also a psychic.

Oh, good. I haven't had my fill.

He broke my spoon.

Melanie Golden?

Hi. Uh...Got a minute?

You want me to stay?

No, that's okay.

Okay.

Thanks for stopping by, hon.

Of course.

A friend.

She just heard about my grandmother...

Which is, I guess, why you guys are here, so come on in.

Sorry. I just got back.

You were out of town?

Yeah, I work the circuit -- hotels, conventions, you know.

Oh. Wait.

No offense, but...

You don't seem all that psychic.

Why do you say that?

Well, I mean, just, you know, where's all the...

crystals and pyramids?

I'm off the clock.

Also not psychic.

What? It's an honest living.

Interesting definition of "honest."

Well, I honestly read people.

It's just less whoo-whoo, more body language.

Like you two --

longtime partners, but, um...

a lot of tension.

You're pissed.

And you're stressed.

It's not brain surgery.

It's kind of why my grandma and me didn't get along.

I mean, she'd go full smoke-machine,

but she still actually believed in all that stuff, so...

You don't?

You do?

I've got an open mind.

You'd be surprised.

Hmm.

I'm sorry to have to ask,

b-but there's a necklace of your grandmother's.

Don't have it. Everything went straight to the emporium.

She had a deal with the owner.

The emporium?

Mm.

You're looking...

for something.

You're good.

- You "Jimmy Tomorrow"? - Mm-hmm.

We're looking for a necklace.

Oh. Romantic.

It would have come in with grandma Goldy's effects.

Oh. Yes, yes.

Now, you do know that this is the Orb of Thessaly.

We did not know.

Very powerful,

very rare.

Let me guess. Very expensive.

Worth every penny.

Well, in that case,

we'll be taking the state's-evidence discount.

What's going on?

A murder investigation

that we'd like to personally thank you for not obstructing.

You know, I give private energetic readings.

No, thanks.

A loss weighs on you.

You're angry.

It's complicated.

Come see me, Agent.

[ Clears throat ]

Thanks, Jimmy. We'll see you.

The bureau's gonna reimburse me for the necklace, right?

Oh, we'll send you a check.

Right.

[ Bells jingle ]

Went a little "Mentalist" on you there, didn't he?

All right. Next question. What's an Orb of Thessaly?

I know one thing -- it's made in Taiwan.

Oh, a fake, around here. Imagine that.

'Course, that means that whatever's killing mediums

is still out there.

[ Sighs ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Electricity crackles ]

[ Clattering ]

[ Screams ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Police radio chatter ]

He probably should have bent those

with the power of his mind.

Sam: Chief.

- We met at the station. - Right. Morning, Agent.

Morning. Uh, this is Agent Borne.

So, what happened?

It's a weird one. Chest full of cutlery.

All right. We're gonna take a look around.

Let us know if you get any leads.

Oh, I got leads coming out of my ass.

As of 9:00, our tip line had 46 calls,

all from clairvoyants that know what really happened.

What's the popular theory?

It's a toss-up between a ghost

and some sort of ogre that only attacks Russians.

Policing Lily Dale sounds fun.

It was either this or Los Angeles.

So, these clairvoyants, did they give any details

as to why they thought it was a ghost?

Or a...

Russian ogre?

Their spirit monkey said so.

Plus, apparently, this guy claims

he had a vision of his own death,

cutlery and all.

[ Cellphone ringing ]

Excuse me.

[ Beep ]

Hello?

Agent Borne? It's Melanie Golden.

Everything okay?

Did you mean it when you said you had an open mind?

I hadn't checked it until today.

I mean, the only person who ever called my landline

was my grandma.

That's okay. Go on.

Look, I wouldn't put any stock in it.

I mean, she was always calling me

with some crazy dream she was sure was a sign,

that kind of thing, but...

Uh, is it true Nikolai had a real vision of his death?

That's what we were told, yeah.

Well, so did she -- the day she died.

What'd she say?

Well, you can listen to it if you want.

She said she was in a seance,

then the lights go, it's freezing.

Wait, she said that? That the room got cold?

Yeah. Why? Is that important?

What? What is it?

A ghost.

The real deal.

Come on.

You're serious.

Yeah.

See, there's, uh, fake whoo-whoo crap,

and there's real whoo-whoo crap.

Well, yeah, but...

Ghosts?

Oh, trust me.

There's a lot weirder out there than that.

So "The X-files" is real,

or you just stopped talking like an FBI Agent.

Well, um...

We're not FBI agents.

I need a drink.

I support that.

[ Birds chirping ]

You know, if this is a spirit,

it ain't your average spook tied to a house.

I mean, this thing is boogieing all over town.

Not surprised.

I mean, how many crystal balls

do you figure there are in Lily Dale?

Somewhere between 50 and, uh, all of them.

Well, I mean, quartz can act

as an antenna for spirits, right?

I mean, that's why mediums

started using crystal balls in the first place.

Well, that means that every storefront in town

has got a ghost satellite dish.

Exactly.

And this place is packed with people summoning spirits.

Yeah, but, dude, most of these guys

can't even call a taxi.

All it takes is one.

That's gonna be like

looking for a needle in a stack of fake needles.

It's worse.

I mean, I'll bet you anything

some of these guys got real juice.

I'm not talking kill-people level.

I'm just saying, enough to make it complicated.

I hate this town.

All right, so, what?

Start hitting up the Miss Cleos?

I was thinking split up and canvass.

It's faster.

Right. 'Course you were.

[ Camille whispering indistinctly ]

[ Inhales deeply ]

What is it?

My brother?

Is he going back to prison?

[ Imitating foreign accent ] Stay away.

His curse will drag you down.

Folks do turn jail into a habit, you know?

Oh, no, no.

Don't fret.

I's always say,

family...

Is a pain in the ass anyhow!

Thank you, Sister Thibideaux.

No, child.

Thank the spirits.

Now, will that be cash or credit?

[ Cuckoo clock chiming ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

Melanie: It's okay.

Like I said on the phone, he can help.

[ Normal voice ] Phony lawman, huh?

Yeah, 'cause nobody can relate to phony around here.

Well, if you can do something,

I don't care if you call yourself the Pope.

All right. What happened, exactly?

[ Voice breaking ] What happened is,

I had a friggin' vision.

Something is coming for me.

What's coming? Did you get a look?

No.

But I sure felt it when it started breaking my bones.

I don't want to die.

Okay. We'll figure it out.

The vision happened in here?

Yeah, by the cash box.

There any chance good-lookin' was watching?

What was that?

What the hell?!

Oh, my God.

[ Gasps ] Oh, my God!

W-was that, I mean, an actual --

Bona fide. Yeah.

Well, no offense,

but nobody's having psychic visions around here.

This, uh, spirit, whoever she is, is giving them out.

And then killing people?

Until we stop her.

Well, the good news is you said

you saw a clock and it read 2:00 a.m.,

so that gives us a little time.

Now, does anybody recognize this chick?

You know, I swear I've seen her,

like in a painting or something.

A painting? Like, a --

No, not a painting.

In one of those old photos in the museum.

[ Birds chirping ]

Man: Lily Dale has long been a haven

for the psychically gifted.

Tortured elsewhere, they're embraced here.

My own family has a modest natural gift.

We also celebrate

our long and colorful history of...

Embellishers.

Ectoplasm illusion, circa 1890.

[ Sighs ]

Never ended well for the siblings.

Dean: Why is that?

Mm, the strain of working together,

or maybe just being around each other all their lives.

Those two were the exception, actually -- the Campbells.

Got along famously.

Of course, that was just a stage name.

They weren't actually brothers.

That was a cover for their, um...

Alternative lifestyle.

Any other questions I can answer?

Yes. Who are they?

Oh, the Fox sisters --

among the founders of Lily Dale.

Kate Fox --

quite troubled, apparently,

but mesmerizing onstage.

She's said to be able to levitate objects

and foretell one's death.

That's her.

Her older sister, Margaret --

perhaps not a natural psychic.

So, full of crap.

Yes, well...

She didn't have her sister's charisma,

but she looked after Kate.

Sometimes, one's true gift is taking care of others.

So, what happened to them?

Lived here all their lives.

Lived here and died here?

Yes, well... buried in the cemetery.

Great. That was very educational.

Thank you.

Dean.

[ Chuckles ]

I don't normally do this during business hours,

but do you know an Eleanor...

or an Ellen?

She seems quite concerned about you.

She wants to tell you --

pardon me --

if you don't tell someone how bad it really is,

she'll kick your ass from beyond.

You have to trust someone again eventually.

[ Chuckles ]

Anyway, don't forget to visit the gift shop.

All right.

Hit up the graveyard, dig up Kate?

All right. Wait a second.

All signs point to her, Dean.

No. Just hold on a damn minute.

Enough with "just the facts."

We agreed --

No, we agreed to work the case.

We didn't agree for you to be a dick the whole time.

What?

You're pissed, okay?

- And you've got a right. - Yeah, damn straight.

- But enough's enough. - Says who?

Look, I'll work this damn case,

but you lied to me, and you killed my friend.

No, I put down a monster who killed four people,

and if you didn't know her, you'd have done the same thing.

I did know her, Dean.

Yeah, which is why you couldn't do it.

Look, I get it.

There are certain people in this world,

no matter how dangerous they are, you just can't.

Don't pull that card. That's bull.

Look, if I've learned one thing,

it's that if something feels wrong, it probably is!

Usually, yeah. But killing Amy was not wrong.

You couldn't do it, so I did.

That's what family does -- the dirty work.

And I would have told you eventually,

once I knew that this whole "waving a gun at Satan" thing

was a one-time show.

I think it's reasonable to want to know

that you're off the friggin' high dive, Sam.

You almost got us both killed,

so you can be pissed all you want,

but quit being a bitch.

[ Sam grunting, shovel scraping ]

I get why she's killing people.

I don't get why she's warning them.

Give them a taste of the curse, maybe?

It couldn't have been a joyride.

Here we go.

[ Air rushes ]

Sam!

Back off, crazy eyes.

Listen to me.

Why isn't anybody listening?

No.

You don't get a vote. No! Stop!

No!

[ Screams ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

Nice timing.

Got it.

And, Dean, thanks.

[ Beep ]

They took care of it.

Okay, so...

What -- just go home?

I guess.

Hey, why don't you come stay with me a couple days?

Thanks.

Just one more minute.

It's fine, hon.

Oh, if you had that vision,

you wouldn't want to be here either.

[ Both chuckle ]

[ Clock ticking ]

Camille, it's okay. Let's just go.

[ Horn honks ]

[ Cuckoo clock chiming ]

[ Horn honks ]

What is it?

Call them back! Now!

[ Cellphone rings, beeps ]

Melanie?

Dean, you have to come back.

What's going on?

It's still happening!

Wait, what do you mean it's --

She's still coming! Just tell me what the hell to do!

All right. Listen to me. Calm down.

Dean, just give me the phone and drive.

Melanie? Hey. Get to the kitchen.

Okay.

- Aah! - She's here!

- All right, just go. Get salt. - Aah!

It worked. She's gone!

[ Breathing heavily ]

No, she's back!

Aah! I'm out of salt!

Find iron. Is there a fireplace?

Melanie!

Aah!

Oh, God! Mel!

Camille! Camille!

Camille! No! Aah!

[ Melanie crying ]

Should have known that whole "good sis, bad sis" story

was just showmanship crap.

Oh, and it turns out

that Kate was just trying to warn people

about her evil bitch sister.

And we burned her bones, so that's gone.

- Dean. - What?

All we can do now is go stop her.

That's not good enough, by a mile.

I know. Believe me. But --

can we talk about this later?

Hey.

Dean: How you holding up?

Been better.

Listen, if you need for us to leave --

I need you guys to leave.

Sam: Okay, we will.

It's just that...

Look -- Margaret is still out there.

What do you guys need to know?

Is there anything that stood out?

Well, um...

She barely gave a crap about me.

I mean, I was just in the way.

She was all about getting Camille.

- Okay. That's something. - One other thing.

Um...She enjoyed it.

She was smiling.

[ Shovel scraping ]

I feel naked doing this in daylight.

Yeah. Let's just hurry up.

All right, mags.

My lighter's juiced this time.

[ Wood creaking ]

[ Groans ]

Geraldo'd.

Not good.

Never good.

Dean, if someone knew enough to take Margaret's bones,

they're not kidding around.

That's serious binding magic.

[ Scoffs ]

Great.

Psychic ghost bitch on a leash.

We got to find those bones.

So we got to find the bonehead.

So, what?

We call Bobby, see what it takes

to harness the power of a ghost?

Yeah.

Hey, Sam, you know why I'm not going to spend my money

at the annual Lily Dale E.S.P. Festival

and hot-dog-eating contest this year?

Can't imagine.

Because all the headliners are dead.

You know, after Nikolai...

They asked Camille to take his spot.

I mean, she's so popular.

Was so popular.

Okay, all these people -- would you say that they're

the, uh, you know, top dogs in town?

Well, it's not really like that.

But they were all doing well. I mean, your grandma?

She wrote a few books.

Yeah, and Imelda was on "the Nate Berkus Show" twice,

so, yeah, I guess they were doing pretty well.

You think that's why she went after them?

I mean, if you had to guess,

who do you think would be next in line?

I mean, I don't know.

Well, your grandma was headlining at the big hall,

so who do you think they would ask to fill in for her?

Probably...

...Me.

Sam: Hey.

Agent. Are you here with my check?

I'm looking for someone who bought some things from you.

How do you know from me?

I'm kind of doubting

they sell ash-wood altars at the Gas 'n Sip.

Valid.

Let me see the list.

Ah. Here we go. Credit-card receipt.

I assume you want the address?

That would be great. Thanks.

It's the least I can do.

I just heard about Camille Thibideaux.

Thanks a lot.

You're welcome.

Are you sure that'll work?

That should hold her off long enough

for Sam to find the bones and burn them.

Hopefully.

Hopefully?

Does it hurt 'em?

Burning their bones?

I never really thought about it.

Probably, yeah.

Good.

[ Woman screams ]

Where's the altar?!

It's there!

You're...

not a necromancer.

This is a lamaze class, I swear.

I-I believe you.

Sorry.

[ Dings ]

Om...

- Dean, it's the pawn-shop guy. - How do you know?

He goose-chased me to a friggin' pregnant yoga class.

All right, well, figure out where he put her bones.

[ Gasps ] I will.

Fast, Sam.

[ Gun cocks ]

Somehow, I just knew you'd be back.

Hi, Agent.

Put the skull down.

Okay, okay. Take it easy. Here.

[ Grunts ]

All right. That's enough.

- Is she gone? - I doubt it.

But she can't get past the line, right?

Right.

Nice binding spell.

It doesn't matter.

She helps me because she wants to.

What?

Oh. Damn it. I hate when they do that.

Get the salt. Go.

Dean!

[ Groaning ]

Margaret and me are the same.

We're the real thing.

But guess what --

sometimes the real thing

just isn't pretty or entertaining enough.

[ Gunshot ]

[ Gun cocks ]

When I show people what I'm capable of, it scares them.

I can't pay my rent!

[ Gasps ]

Get behind me.

That's as far as you go, bitch.

Margaret's happy to kill for me.

She likes the leash.

You're sick.

You know what else I am?

A real psychic, you dick-bag.

Surprise.

[ Rumbling ]

[ Crash ]

Aw.

Sorry, handsome.

Where are the rest of the bones?

[ Gun cocks ]

These people don't deserve to die.

Oh, come on! Are you kidding me?

I live in squalor 'cause I can't put on a show like them?

Don't do this.

- They're in the bedroom, aren't they? - No.

You're not getting in there.

[ Sighs ]

[ Crash ]

Dean!

Too bad.

[ Strained ] Dean.

[ Screams ]

In the bed?

They were in the bed?

Yeah.

Ugh. I can't believe he was boning her.

Dean.

Can I get you anything else?

Uh, just a refill.

And if you affirmate me, I'm gonna punch you in the face.

All righty then. Coffee, coming up.

I can't wait to get out of this frickin' fortune cookie.

Dean.

I'm gonna go, um...

Do something outside.

Okay.

- Hi. Have a seat. - Hi.

Oh, thank you.

Yeah.

[ Chuckles ]

You didn't stick around so I could say thank you.

No reason to thank me.

You saved my life.

Yeah, but not your friend's.

Well...

you didn't send that ghost, so...

Thank you for coming to kill it.

You and Sam seem a little better.

You could tell that from the walk up?

[ Chuckles ] Take it or leave it.

Also guessing you're not so keen to come visit here again,

so...this is goodbye.

Wish we'd met on a better week.

I wish I had better weeks.

Hm.

But, uh, hey. You never know.

It's not like you can tell the future, right?

Hmm.

Well, answer's hazy.

Try again later.

[ Chuckles ] Right.

- Hey. - Hey.

That's your stuff.

Yeah. Yeah. I figured we'd take one car.

[ Trunk closes ]

Works for me. You still want to break my face?

[ Chuckles ]

No. Uh, not at this moment.

Look, you know what?

Um...

You were right.

About Amy.

If she was...

just any monster,

I'm not sure I could have let her walk away.

I don't know. I mean, I'll never know.

So, what are you saying?

What I'm saying is...

I get why you did it.

You were just trying to make sure no one else got hurt.

But here's the thing.

You can't just look me in the face

and tell me you're fine.

I mean, you're not sleeping, you drink for the record --

Oh, here we go.

Look, whatever. Last one to preach. I know.

But... Just be honest with me.

How are those the actions of someone

who knows they did the right thing?

- You want me to be honest? - Yeah.

I went with my gut.

And that felt right.

I didn't trust her, Sam.

Of course, ever since Cass,

I'm having a hard time trusting anybody.

And as far as how I been acting...

I don't know.

Maybe it's 'cause I don't like lying to you.

You know, it doesn't feel right.

So, yeah, you got me there. I been climbing the walls.

I know how that is.

But, hey...

If I learned one thing from that museum,

sibling acts are tough.

Oh, don't compare us to that hall of crazy.

We're like poster kids of functional family life

compared to them.

- It's a low bar. - Well, hey... grading on a

curve has got me past everything since kindergarten,

so don't knock it.

Whatever you say.

I still want to know how that guy bent my spoon.

Forget it, Sam. It's Lily Dale.

Hope You Enjoyed.!!

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