All language subtitles for Supernatural_S01E01_Pilot.en

Come on, let's say
good night to your brother.

Night, Sam.

Good night, love.

Dean.

-Daddy!
-Hey, buddy. Woah.

So what do you think? You think
Sammy's ready to toss around a football?

-No, Daddy.
-No.

-You got him?
-I got him.

Sweet dreams, Sam.

(BABY COOING)

(BABY FUSSING OVER MONITOR)

John.

(SIGHING)

John?

-Is he hungry?
-Shh.

MARY: Okay.

(SIGHING)

Hmm.

(MEN SHOUTING ON TV)

(JOHN SNORING)

Sammy! Sammy!

(GASPING)

(MARY SCREAMING)

Mary?

Mary!

Mary!

Mary!

Hey, Sammy.

You okay?

No! Mary!

(EXCLAIMING)

(CRYING)

DEAN: Daddy!

Take your brother outside as fast
as you can. Don't look back.

Now, Dean. Go!

Mary!

No!

It's okay, Sammy.

I got you.

FIREFIGHTER 1: It's all right.
I got it. Move the line up.

FIREFIGHTER 2: Here.

FIREFIGHTER 3: Let's get a stream
on the right side.

OFFICER: I got it.

Hey, stay back. You have to stay back.
Come on. You have to stay on the curb.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

JESSICA: Sam. Get a move on, would you?

Supposed to be there,
like, 15 minutes ago.

Sam. You're coming or what?

-Do I have to?
-Yes.

It'll be fun.

And where is your costume?

(LAUGHING)

You know how I feel about Halloween.

(HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

So here's to Sam

-and his awesome LSAT victory.
-All right. All right.

-It's not that big a deal.
-He acts all humble, but he scored a 174.

Mmm.

-He's that good?
-Scary good.

So, there you go.
You are a first-round draft pick.

You can go to any law school you want.

Actually, I got an interview here, Monday.

If it goes okay, I think
I got a shot at a full ride next year.

Hey. It's gonna go great.

It better.

How's it feel to be
the golden boy of your family?

Uh, they don't know.

No, I would be gloating. Why not?

Because we're not exactly the Bradys.

And I'm not exactly the Huxtables.
More shots?

-No.
-No. No. No.

Seriously, I'm proud of you.

And you're gonna knock them dead
on Monday and get that full ride.

I know it.

What would I do without you?

Crash and burn.

(THUDDING)

(SAM GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING)

Whoa, easy, tiger.

Dean?

(LAUGHING)

You scared the crap out of me.

That's cause you're out of practice.

(GRUNTING)

Or not.

Get off me.

Dean, what the hell are you doing here?

Well, I was looking for a beer.

Sam?

Jess, hey.

Dean, this is my girlfriend, Jessica.

Wait. Your brother, Dean?

I love the Smurfs.

You know, I gotta tell you, you are
completely out of my brother's league.

-Just let me put something on.
-No, no. No, I wouldn't dream of it.

Seriously.

Anyway, I gotta
borrow your boyfriend here,

talk about some private family business.

But nice meeting you.

No.

No. Whatever you want to say,
you can say it in front of her.

Okay.

Um, Dad hasn't been home in a few days.

So he's working overtime
on a Miller-Time shift.

He'll stumble back in sooner or later.

Dad's on a hunting trip

and he hasn't been home in a few days.

Jess, excuse us.

I mean, come on,
you can't just break in,

middle of the night,
and expect me to hit the road with you.

You're not hearing me, Sammy.

Dad's missing.
I need you to help me find him.

SAM: You remember
the poltergeist in Amherst?

Or the Devil's Gates in Clifton?

He was missing then too.
He's always missing and he's always fine.

Not for this long.

Now, you gonna come with me or not?

-I'm not.
-Why not?

I swore I was done hunting. For good.

Come on, it wasn't easy,
but it wasn't that bad.

Yeah?

When I told Dad I was scared of the thing
in my closet he gave me a .45.

What was he supposed to do?

I was nine years old.

He was supposed to say,
"Don't be afraid of the dark."

"Don't be afraid of the dark"?
What you kidding me?

Of course you should be afraid
of the dark. You know what's out there.

Yeah, I know. But still, the way we
grew up, after Mom was killed,

and Dad's obsession
to find the thing that killed her.

But we still haven't found the damn thing.

So we kill everything we can find.

Save a lot of people doing it too.

You think Mom would have
wanted this for us?

The weapon training?

And melting the silver into bullets?

Man, Dean, we were raised like warriors.

So what are you gonna do? You're just
gonna live some normal, apple-pie life?

-Is that it?
-No. Not normal. Safe.

And that's why you ran away. I see.

I was just going to college.

It was Dad who said if I was
gonna go, I should stay gone.

And that's what I'm doing.

Well, Dad's in real trouble right now.

If he's not dead already. I can feel it.

I can't do this alone.

Yes, you can.

Yeah. Well, I don't want to.

(SIGHING)

What was he hunting?

DEAN: All right.

Let's see.
Where the hell did I put that thing?

So when Dad left,
why didn't you go with him?

I was working my own gig.
This voodoo thing down in New Orleans.

Dad let you go on
a hunting trip by yourself?

I'm 26, dude.

All right. Here we go.

So Dad was checking out
this two-lane blacktop

just outside of Jericho, California.

About a month ago, this guy...

They found his car,
but he'd vanished, completely MIA.

So maybe he was kidnapped.

Yeah, well. Here's another one in April.

Another in December '04, '03, '98, '92.

Ten of them over the past 20 years.

All men, all same
five-mile stretch of road.

Started happening more and more,
so Dad went to go dig around.

That was about three weeks ago.

I hadn't heard from him since,
which is bad enough.

Then I get this voicemail yesterday.

JOHN: Dean. Something is starting
to happen. I think it's serious.

I need to try and find out
what's going on.

(VOICE MUFFLED)

Be very careful, Dean.
We're all in danger.

You know there's EVP on that?

Not bad, Sammy.
Kind of like riding a bike, isn't it?

All right, I slowed the message down
and ran it through GoldWave,

took out the hiss and this is what I got.

WOMAN: I can never go home.

"Never go home."

You know, in almost two years,
I've never bothered you,

never asked you for a thing.

(SIGHING)

All right. I'll go.

I'll help you find him.

But I have to get back first thing Monday.

Just wait here.

What's first thing Monday?

-I have an interview.
-What, a job interview?

Skip it.

It's a law school interview
and it's my whole future on a plate.

Law school?

So we got a deal or not?

JESSICA: Wait, you're taking off?

Is this about your dad? Is he all right?

Yeah. You know,
just a little family drama.

Your brother said he was
on some kinda hunting trip.

Oh, yeah, he's just deer hunting
up at the cabin.

He's probably got Jim, Jack
and Jose along with him.

We're just gonna go bring him back.

What about the interview?

I'll make the interview.
This is only for a couple days.

Sam. I mean, please.

Just stop for a second.

You sure you're okay?

Hey, everything's gonna be okay.

I promise.

At least tell me where you're going.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

Amy, I can't come over tonight.

Because I got work
in the morning, that's why.

Okay, I miss it,
my dad's gonna have my ass.

(LAUGHING)

Hey, uh, Amy, let me call you back?

(RADIO BREAKING UP)

Car trouble or something?

Take me home.

Sure, get in.

So, you coming, uh, from
a Halloween party or something?

(LAUGHING)

You know, um, a girl like you
really shouldn't be alone out here.

I'm with you.

Uh...

Will you come home with me?

Um, hell, yeah. (CHUCKLING)

Come on. You don't live here.

I can never go home.

What? What are you talking about?

Nobody even lives here.

Huh, where do you live?

That was good.

Joke's over, okay.

You want me to leave?

Hello?

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

Hey. You want breakfast?

No, thanks.

So how'd you pay for that stuff?

You and Dad still running
credit card scams?

Yeah, well, hunting ain't
exactly a pro ball career.

Besides, all we do is apply.
It's not our fault they send us the cards.

Yeah? And what names did you write
on the application this time?

Uh, Burt Aframian and his son Hector.

-Scored two cards out of the deal.
-Sounds about right.

I swear, man. You gotta
update your cassette tape collection.

-Why?
-Well, for one, they're cassette tapes.

And two,

Black Sabbath, Motörhead, Metallica.

It's the greatest hits of the mullet rock.

Well, house rules, Sammy.

Driver picks the music,

shotgun shuts his cake hole.

You know, "Sammy" is a chubby 12-year-old.
It's Sam, okay?

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

Sorry, I can't hear you.
The music's too loud.

All right, so there's no one matching Dad
at the hospital or morgue.

So that's something, I guess.

Check it out.

Let's go.

DEPUTY JAFFE: You guys find anything?

No! Nothing!

No sign of struggle.
No footprints. No fingerprints.

It's spotless. It's almost too clean.

So this kid, Troy,
he's dating your daughter, isn't he?

-DEPUTY HEIN: Yeah.
-How's Amy doing?

She's putting up
"Missing" posters downtown.

You fellas had another one
like this just last month, didn't you?

Who are you?

Federal marshals.

You two are little young
for marshals, aren't you?

Thanks. That's awfully kind of you.

You did have another
one just like this, correct?

Yeah, that's right.
About a mile up the road.

JAFFE: There've been others before that.

So this victim, you knew him?

Town like this, everybody knows everybody.

Any connection between the victims,
besides that they're all men?

No, not so far as we can tell.

So what's the theory?

JAFFE: Honestly? We don't know.

Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?

Well, that is exactly
the kind of crack police work

-I'd expect out of you guys.
-(STAMPING)

Thank you for your time.

Gentlemen.

Ow.

-What was that for?
-Why you gotta step on my foot?

Why do you talk to police like that?

Come on. They don't really
know what's going on.

We're all alone on this.
I mean, if we're gonna find Dad,

we've gotta get to the bottom
of this thing ourselves.

Can I help you boys?

No, sir. We were just leaving.

Agent Mulder. Agent Scully.

-DEAN: I'll bet you that's her.
-Yeah.

-You must be Amy.
-Yeah.

Troy told us about you. We're his uncles.
I'm Dean. This is Sammy.

He never mentioned you to me.

Yeah, that's Troy, I guess.

We're not around much,
we're up in Modesto.

So we're looking for him too
and we're kind of asking around.

-Hey, are you okay?
-Yeah.

You mind if we ask you a couple questions?

AMY: I was on the phone with Troy.

He was driving home.

He said he would call me right back.

And, uh, he never did.

He didn't say anything strange
or out of the ordinary?

No, nothing I can remember.

Here's the deal, ladies.

The way Troy disappeared,
something's not right.

So if you've heard anything...

What is it?

Well, it's just... I mean, with all
these guys going missing, people talk.

BOTH: What do they talk about?

It's kind of this local legend.

This one girl, she got murdered
out on Centennial, like, decades ago.

Well, supposedly she's still out there.

She hitchhikes.

And whoever picks her up,

well, they disappear forever.

-Let me try.
-Got it.

Dude.

You're such a control freak.

So, angry spirits are born
out of violent death, right?

-Yeah.
-Maybe it's not murder.

This was 1981.
"Constance Welch, 24 years old,

"jumps off Sylvania Bridge,
drowns in the river."

-Does it say why she did it?
-Yeah.

-What?
-(SAM EXHALES DEEPLY)

An hour before they found her,
she calls 911.

Her two little kids are in the bathtub.
She leaves them alone for a minute

and when she comes back,
they aren't breathing.

-Both die.
-Hmm.

SAM: "'Our babies were gone,
and Constance just couldn't bear it,'

"said husband, Joseph Welch."

DEAN: That bridge look familiar to you?

DEAN: So this is where
Constance took the swan dive.

So you think Dad would have been here?

Well, he's chasing the same story
and we're chasing him.

Okay, so now what?

Now, we keep digging till we find him.
Might take a while.

Dean. I told you. I've gotta get back...

BOTH: By Monday.

-Right. The interview.
-Yeah.

Yeah. I forgot.

You're really serious
about this, aren't you?

You think you're just gonna
become some lawyer?

-Marry your girl?
-Maybe. Why not?

Does Jessica know the truth about you?

I mean, does she know
about things you've done?

No.
And she's not ever going to know.

Well, that's healthy.

You can pretend all you want, Sammy.

But, sooner or later, you're gonna
have to face up to who you really are.

-And who's that?
-You're one of us.

No. I'm not like you.

-This is not going to be my life.
-You have a responsibility.

To Dad? And his crusade?

If it weren't for pictures, I wouldn't
even know what Mom looks like.

What difference would it make?

Even if we do find the thing
that killed her...

Mom's gone, and she isn't coming back.

Don't talk about her like that.

Sam.

-Where'd she go?
-I don't know.

(CAR ENGINE STARTING)

DEAN: What the...

Who's driving your car?

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Dean! Go! Go!

(SAM GASPING)

Dean!

Hey, are you all right?

I'm super.

SAM: Car all right?

Yeah. Whatever she did to it,
it seems all right now.

That Constance chick, what a bitch!

Well, she doesn't want us
digging around, that's for sure.

So where's the trail go from here, genius?

You smell like a toilet.

One room, please.

You guys having a reunion or something?

-What do you mean?
-That other guy, Burt Aframian.

He came in and bought out
a room for the whole month.

(LOCK CLICKING)

Ugh.

I don't think he's been here
for a couple of days, at least.

Salt. Cat's-eye shells.

He was worried.
Trying to keep something from coming in.

What do you got here?

Centennial Highway victims.

I don't get it.

They're different men,
different jobs, ages, ethnicities.

There's always a connection, right?

What do these guys have in common?

(CHUCKLES)

-Dad figured it out.
-What do you mean?

He found the same article we did.

Constance Welch.
She's our Woman in White.

DEAN: You sly dogs.

So if we are dealing
with a Woman in White,

Dad would have found the corpse
and destroyed it.

She might have another weakness.

No, Dad would wanna make sure.
He'd dig her up.

Does it say where she's buried?

No. Not that I can tell.

If I were Dad, though,
I'd go ask her husband.

If he's still alive.

DEAN: Hmm.

All right, why don't you see
if you can find an address.

I'm gonna get cleaned up.

Hey, Dean?

What I said earlier,
about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry.

No chick-flick moments.

(CHUCKLES) All right. Jerk.

Bitch.

(CHUCKLES)

JESSICA: (ON VOICEMAIL) Hey, it's me.
It's about 10:20, Saturday night...

Hey, man, I'm starving.
I'm gonna grab a little something to eat

at that diner down the street.

You want anything?

-No.
-Aframian's buying.

Mmm-mmm.

(WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
OVER POLICE RADIO)

JESSICA: So come home soon, okay?
I love you.

-(PHONE BEEPING)
-(EXHALES DEEPLY)

-What?
-Dude. Five-0. Take off.

-What about you?
-Ah, they kind of spotted me.

Go find Dad.

-Problem, officers?
-Where's your partner?

Partner? What? What partner?

So. Fake US Marshal. Fake credit cards.

You got anything that's real?

My boobs.

JAFFE: You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be
used against you in a court of law

So you wanna give us your real name?

I told you. It's Nugent.
Ted Nugent.

I'm not sure you realize
just how much trouble you're in here.

We talking, like,
misdemeanor kind of trouble?

Or squeal-like-a-pig trouble?

You got the faces of 10 missing persons
taped to your wall,

along with a whole lot
of satanic mumbo jumbo.

Boy, you are officially a suspect.

That makes sense.

'Cause when the first one
went missing in '82, I was three.

I know you got partners.
One of them is an older guy.

Maybe he started the whole thing.

So tell me, Dean.

Is this his?

I thought that might be your name.

See, I leafed through this.

What little I could make out,
I mean, it's nine kinds of crazy.

But I found this too.

Now...

You're staying right here
till you tell me

exactly what the hell that means.

-Hi, are you Joseph Welch?
-Yeah.

JOSEPH: Yeah. He was older,
but that's him.

Came by three or four days ago.

Said he was a reporter.

That's right.
We're working on a story together.

Well, I don't know what the hell
kind of story you're working on.

-The questions he asked me...
-About your late wife, Constance.

He asked me where she was buried.

And where is that again?

I gotta go through this twice?

It's fact-checking. If you don't mind.

In a plot behind my old place,
over on Breckenridge.

Why did you move?

I'm not gonna live in the house
where my children died.

Mr. Welch, did you ever marry again?

No way.

Constance, she was the love of my life.

Prettiest woman I ever known.

So you had a happy marriage?

Definitely.

(SAM INHALES DEEPLY)

Well, that should do it.
Thanks for your time.

(KEYS JANGLING)

Mr. Welch, you ever hear
of a Woman in White?

-A what?
-A Woman in White.

Or sometimes Weeping Woman?

It's a ghost story. Well... (CHUCKLES)

It's more of a phenomenon, really.

They're spirits.

They've been sighted
for hundreds of years, dozens of places.

In Hawaii, in Mexico.
Lately, in Arizona, Indiana.

All these are different women,
you understand,

but all share the same story.

Boy, I don't care much for nonsense.

See, when they were alive,

their husbands were unfaithful to them.

And these women,

basically suffering
from temporary insanity,

murdered their children.

Then once they realized what they
had done, they took their own lives.

So now their spirits are cursed.

Walking backroads, waterways.

And if they find an unfaithful man,
they kill him.

And that man is never seen again.

You think...

You think that has something to do with...

Constance,

you smart-ass?

You tell me.

I mean, maybe,

maybe I made some mistakes.

But no matter what I did,

Constance, she never would have
killed her own children.

Now you get the hell out of here.

And you don't come back.

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

I don't know how many times
I gotta tell you,

it's my high school locker combo.

We gonna do this all night long?

We just got a 911.
Shots fired over at Whiteford Road.

You have to go to the bathroom?

-No.
-Good.

SHERIFF PIERCE: Let's go.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Fake 911 phone call, Sammy?
I don't know. That's pretty illegal.

-You're welcome.
-Listen, we gotta talk.

Tell me about it.
So the husband was unfaithful.

We are dealing with a Woman in White.

And she's buried behind her old house,

so that should've been Dad's next stop.

Sammy, would you shut up for a second?

I just can't figure out why he hasn't
destroyed the corpse yet.

DEAN: Well,
that's what I'm trying to tell you.

He's gone.

-Dad left Jericho.
-What?

How do you know?

I've got his journal.

He doesn't go anywhere
without that thing.

-Yeah, well, he did this time.
-What's it say?

DEAN: Same old ex-Marine crap,

when he wants to let us know
where he's going.

Coordinates.
Where to?

I'm not sure yet.

Dean, what the hell is going on?

-Whoa.
-(BRAKES SCREECHING)

Sam! Sam!

Take me home.

Take me home.

No.

(SAM PANTING)

Don't do this.

I can never go home.

You're scared to go home.

Hold me.

I'm so cold.

But you can't kill me.

I'm not unfaithful.

I've never been.

You will be.

(SCREAMING)

(GROANING)

I'm taking you home.

Sam!

-Sam!
-Here.

You okay?

-I think.
-Can you move?

(GROANING) Yeah. Help me.

-(SAM GROANING)
-DEAN: There you go.

(GROANING)

TOGETHER: You've come home to us, Mommy.

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

So this is where she drowned her kids.

That's why she could never go home.

She was too scared to face them.

You found her weak spot.

Nice work, Sammy.

(LAUGHING)

Yeah, I wish I could say the same for you.

What were you thinking,
shooting Casper in the face, you freak?

Hey. Saved your ass.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

I'll tell you another thing.
If you screwed up my car...

I'll kill you.

(CHUCKLING)

SAM: Okay, here's where Dad went.
It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado.

Sounds charming. How far?

About 600 miles.

If we shag ass, we can make it by morning.

Dean, um...

-You're not going.
-The interview's in, like, 10 hours.

I gotta be there.

Yeah.

Yeah, whatever. I'll take you home.

Maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?

Yeah, all right.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Sam?

You know, we made
a hell of a team back there.

Yeah.

-(KEYS JANGLING)
-(DOOR OPENING)

Jess?

You home?

(SHOWER RUNNING)

No!

-Sam!
-Jess!

Sam! Sam!

-No! No!
-We gotta get out of here!

Jess! Jess! No!

(COUGHING)

We got work to do.