Supernatural s01e12 Episode Script

Faith

- What do you got those amped up to? - A hundred thousand volts.
- Damn.
- Yeah, I want this rawhead extra frickin' crispy.
- And remember, you only get one shot with these things.
- So make it count.
- On three.
One.
Two.
Three.
- Is it still here? Ok.
Grab your sister's hand, come on, we gotta get you out of here.
- Alright, go! - Sam! - Sam, get 'em outta here! - You take this! - Come on.
- Dean! - Dean, hey.
- Hey.
- Sir, I'm so sorry to ask.
There doesn't seem to be any insurance on file.
- Right.
Uh, ok.
- Okay, Mr.
Burkovitz.
- Look, we can finish this up later.
- No, no, it's okay.
- We were just taking a shortcut through the neighborhood.
And, um, the windows were rolled down, we heard some screaming.
- We drove past the house, and we stopped.
Ran in.
- And you found the kids in the basement? - Yeah.
- Well, thank God you did.
- Excuse me.
- Sure.
Thanks for your help.
- Hey, Doc.
Is he— - He's resting.
- And? - The electrocution triggered a heart attack.
Pretty massive, I'm afraid.
- His heart—it's damaged.
- How damaged? - We've done all we can.
- We can try and keep him comfortable at this point.
But, I'd give him a couple weeks, at most, maybe a month.
- No, no.
There's—there's gotta be something you can do, some kind of treatment.
- We can't work miracles.
I really am sorry.
- Have you ever actually watched daytime TV? It's terrible.
- I talked to your doctor.
- That fabric softener teddy bear.
Oh, I'm gonna hunt that little bitch down.
- Dean.
- Yeah.
Alright, well, looks like you're gonna leave town without me.
- What are you talking about? I'm not gonna leave you here.
- Hey, you better take care of that car.
Or, I swear, I'll haunt your ass.
- I don't think that's funny.
- Oh, come on, it's a little funny.
- Look, Sammy, what can I say, man, it's a dangerous gig.
- I drew the short straw.
That's it, end of story.
- Don't talk like that, alright? We still have options.
- What options? - Yeah, burial or cremation.
- And I know it's not easy.
But I'm gonna die.
And you can't stop it.
- Watch me.
- This is John Winchester.
I can't be reached.
If this is an emergency, call my son, Dean.
866-907-3235.
He can help.
- Hey, Dad.
It's Sam.
Uh….
you probably won't even get this, but, uh….
It's Dean.
- He's sick, and uh….
the doctors say there's nothing they can do.
- Um….
but, uh, they don't know the things we know, right? - So, don't worry, cause, uh….
I'm gonna do whatever it takes to get him better.
- Alright….
just wanted you to know.
- What the hell are you doing here? - I checked myself out.
- What, are you crazy? - Well, I'm not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren't even hot.
- You know, this whole I- laugh-in-the-face-of-death thing? It's crap.
I can see right through it.
- Yeah, whatever, dude.
Have you even slept? You look worse than me.
- I've been scouring the Internet for the last three days.
- Calling every contact in Dad's journal.
- For what? - For a way to help you.
- One of Dad's friends, Joshua, he called me back.
- Told me about a guy in Nebraska.
A specialist.
- You're not gonna let me die in peace, are you? - I'm not gonna let you die, period.
- We're going.
- I got it.
Man, you are a lying bastard.
Thought you said we were going to see a doctor.
- I believe I said a specialist.
Look, Dean, this guy's supposed to be the real deal.
- I can't believe you brought me here to see some guy who heals people out of a tent.
- Reverend LeGrange is a great man.
- Yeah, that's nice.
- I have a right to protest.
This man is a fraud.
And he's bilking all these people out of their hard - earned money.
- I take it he's not part of the flock.
- But when people see something they can't explain, there's controversy.
- Come on, Sam, a faith healer? - Maybe it's time to have a little faith, Dean.
- You know what I've got faith in? Reality.
Knowing what's really going on.
- How can you be a skeptic? With the things we see everyday? - We see them, we know they're real.
- But if you know evil's out there, how can you not believe good's out there, too? - Because I've seen what evil does to good people.
- Maybe God works in mysterious ways.
- Maybe he does.
- I think you just turned me around on the subject.
- Yeah, I'm sure.
- I'm Dean.
This is Sam.
- Layla.
- So, if you're not a believer, then why are you here? - Apparently my brother here believes enough for the both of us.
- Come on, Layla.
It's about to start.
- Well, I bet you she can work in some mysterious ways.
- Yeah, peace, love, and trust all over.
- Come on.
- What are you doing? Let's sit here.
- We're sitting up front.
- What? Why? Oh, come on, Sam.
This is ridiculous.
I'm good, dude, get off me.
- Perfect.
- Yeah, perfect.
- Each morning, my wife, Sue Ann, reads me the news.
- Never seems good, does it? - Seems like there's always someone committing some immoral, unspeakable act.
- But, I say to you, God is watching.
- God rewards the good, and He punishes the corrupt.
- Who does the healing here, friends? The Lord who guides me in choosing who to heal by helping me see into people's hearts.
- Yeah, or into their wallets.
- You think so, young man? - Sorry.
- No, no.
Don't be.
- Just watch what you say around a blind man, we've got real sharp ears.
- What's your name, son? - Dean.
- Dean.
I want—I want you to come up here with me.
- No, that's ok.
- What are you doing? - You've come here to be healed, haven't you? - Well, yeah, but— - No, maybe you should just pick someone else.
- Oh, no, I didn't pick you, Dean, the Lord did.
- Get up there! - You ready? - Look, no disrespect, but I'm not exactly a believer.
- You will be, son.
You will be.
- Pray with me, friends.
- Alright, now.
- Alright, now.
- Alright, now.
- Dean! - Say something.
- So, you really feel okay? - I feel fine, Sam.
- Well, according to all your tests, there's nothing wrong with your heart.
- No sign there ever was.
- Not that a man your age should be having heart trouble, but, still it's strange it does happen.
- What do you mean, strange? - Just yesterday, a young guy like you, 27, athletic.
Out of nowhere, heart attack.
- Thanks, Doc.
- Oh, no problem.
- That's odd.
- Maybe it's a coincidence.
People's hearts give out all the time, man.
- No, they don't.
- Look, Dean, do we really have to look this one in the mouth? - Why can't we just be thankful that the guy saved your life and move on? - Because I can't shake this feeling, that's why.
- What feeling? - When I was healed, I just—I felt wrong.
- I felt cold.
And for a second, I saw someone.
This, uh, this old man.
And I'm telling you, Sam, it was a spirit.
- But if there was something there, Dean, I think I would've seen it, too.
I mean, I've been seeing an awful lot of things lately.
- Well, excuse me, psychic wonder.
But you're just gonna need a little faith on this one.
- Sam, I've been hunting long enough to trust a feeling like this.
- Yeah, alright.
- So, what do you wanna do? - I want you to go check out the heart attack guy.
I'm gonna visit the reverend.
- I feel great.
Just trying to, you know, make sense of what happened.
- A miracle is what happened.
- Well, miracles come so often around Roy.
- When did they start? The miracles.
- Woke up one morning, stone blind.
Doctors figured out I had cancer.
- Told me I had maybe a month.
So, uh, we prayed for a miracle.
- Now, I was weak, but I told Sue Ann: "You just keep right on praying.
" - I went into a coma.
Doctors said I wouldn't wake up, but I did.
- And the cancer was gone.
- If it wasn't for these eyes, no one would believe I'd ever had it.
- And suddenly you could heal people.
- I discovered it afterward, yes.
- God's blessed me in many ways.
- And his flock just swelled overnight.
- And this is just the beginning.
- Can I ask you one last question? - Of course you can.
- Why? Why me? - Out of all the sick people, why save me? - Well, like I said before, the Lord guides me.
- I looked into your heart, and you just stood out from all the rest.
- What did you see in my heart? - A young man with an important purpose.
A job to do.
- And it isn't finished.
- I'm telling you, he seemed healthy.
Swam every day, didn't smoke.
- So, a heart attack just kind of seemed, well, bizarre.
- And you said he was running, right before he collapsed? - Yeah, yeah, he was freaking out.
- He said that something was, uh, was after him.
- Did he say what? - Well, thin air is what.
I mean, it wasn't anything.
- Alright, thanks.
- Hey, buddy? Your, uh, your clock's busted.
- Oh, yeah, we, uh, can't get it workin'.
Just froze at 4:17.
- Is that the same time Marshall died? - How'd you know? - Dean, hey.
- Hey.
- How you feeling? - I feel good.
Cured, I guess.
- What are you doing here? - You know, my mom, she wanted to talk to the reverend.
- Layla? - Yes, I'm here again.
- Well, I'm sorry, but Roy is resting, and he won't be seeing anyone else right now.
- Sue Ann, please.
This is our sixth time, he's got to see us.
- Roy is well aware of Layla's situation.
And he very much wants to help just as soon as the Lord allows.
- Have faith, Mrs.
Rourke.
- Why are you still even here? You got what you wanted.
- Mom.
Stop.
- No, Layla, this is too much.
- We've been to every single service.
If Roy would stop choosing these strangers over you.
- Strangers who don't even believe.
I just can't pray any harder.
- Layla, what's wrong? - I have this thing….
- It's a brain tumor.
- It's inoperable.
In six months, the doctors say - I'm sorry.
- It's okay.
- No.
It isn't.
- Why do you deserve to live more than my daughter? - What'd you find out? - I'm sorry.
- Sorry about what? - Marshall Hall died at 4:17.
- The exact time I was healed.
- Yeah.
- So, I put together a list of everyone Roy's healed, six people over the past year - And I cross-checked them with the local obits.
Every time someone was healed, someone else died.
- And each time, the victim died of the same symptom LeGrange was healing at the time.
- Someone's healed of cancer, someone else dies of cancer? - Somehow.
- LeGrange—he's trading a life for another.
- Hello? - Wait, wait, wait.
So, Marshall Hall died to save me? - Dean, the guy probably would've died anyway.
- And someone else would've been healed.
- You never should've brought me here.
- Dean, I was just trying to save your life.
- But, Sam, some guy is dead now because of me.
- I didn't know.
- Pray with me, friends.
- The thing I don't understand is how is Roy doing it? How's he trading a life for a life? - Oh, he's not doing it.
Something else is doing it for him.
- What do you mean? - The old man I saw on stage.
- I didn't wanna believe it, but deep down I knew it.
- What are you talking about? - There's only one thing that can give and take life like that.
- We're dealing with a reaper.
- You really think it's the Grim Reaper? Angel of death, collect your soul, the whole deal? - No, no, no.
Not the Reaper, a reaper.
- There's reaper lore in pretty much every culture on Earth.
Go by a hundred different names.
- It's possible that there's more than one of 'em.
- But you said you saw a dude in a suit.
- Well, what, do you think he should've been workin' the whole black robe thing? - You said it yourself that the clock stopped, right? - Reapers stop time.
And you can only see 'em when they're comin' at you, which is why I could see it and you couldn't.
- There's nothing else it could be, Sam.
The question is how's Roy controllin' the damn thing? - That cross.
- What? - There was this cross.
I noticed it in the church tent, I knew I had seen it before.
- Here.
- A tarot? It makes sense.
I mean, tarot dates back to the early Christian era, right? - When some priests were still using magic? And a few of them veered into the dark stuff.
- Necromancy, and how to push death away, how to cause it.
- So, Roy is using black magic to bind the reaper? - If he is, he's riding the whirlwind.
It's like putting a dog leash on a Great White.
- Ok, then we stop Roy.
- How? - You know how.
- Wait, what the hell are you talking about, Dean? We can't kill Roy.
- Sam, the guy's playing God, he's deciding who lives and who dies, that's a monster in my book.
- No, we're not gonna kill a human being, Dean.
- We do that, we're no better than he is.
- Okay, so we can't kill Roy, we can't kill death.
Any bright ideas, college boy? - Okay, uh, if Roy is using some kind of black spell on the reaper, we've gotta figure out what it is.
- And how to break it.
- If Roy is using a spell, there might be a spell book.
- See if you can find it.
- Hurry up, too, the service starts in fifteen minutes.
I'll try to stall Roy.
- Roy LeGrange is a fraud.
He's no healer.
- Amen, brother.
- You keep up the good word.
- What do you got? - Roy's choosing victims he sees as immoral.
And I think I know who's next on his list.
- Remember that protestor? - The guy in the parking lot? - Yeah.
Yeah, I'll find him.
But you can't let Roy heal anyone, alright? - Layla.
Layla Rourke, come up here, child.
- Oh, man.
- Layla, listen to me, you can't go up there.
- Why not? We've waited for months.
- You can't let Roy heal you.
- I don't understand.
I mean, Roy healed you, didn't he? Why wouldn't I at least let him try? - Because if you do, something bad is gonna happen.
I can't explain, I just need you to believe me.
- Layla.
- Please.
- I'm sorry.
- Layla.
Layla! - Help! - Pray with me, friends.
- I hope you're ready.
- I am.
- Help! Help me, please! - Where is it? - It's right there! - Alright, come on! - Fire! - Hey, tent's on fire! - Everybody, get out of here! - No! No, please! - Please, don't stop! Please! Reverend, please! Please! - Friends, if you'd all just leave the tent in an orderly fashion, then we can figure out what's going on out there.
- I did it.
I stopped Roy.
- David, I think it's okay.
- No! - Dean, it didn't work! The reaper's still comin'! - I'm tellin' you! I'm tellin' you, it must not have worked.
Roy must not be controlling this thing! - Well, then who the hell is? - Sue Ann.
- Help! Help me! Help! - I got ya.
I got ya.
- Thank God.
- I just don't understand.
After everything we've done for you, after Roy healed you.
- We're very, very disappointed, Dean.
- You can let him go, I'm not gonna press charges.
The Lord will deal with him as he sees fit.
- We catch you around here again, son, we'll put the fear of God in you, understand? - Yes, sir.
Fear of God.
Got it.
- Layla.
- Why would you do that, Dean? When it could've been my only chance.
- He's not a healer.
- He healed you.
- I know it doesn't seem fair.
And I wish I could explain, but Roy is not the answer.
I'm sorry.
- Goodbye, Dean.
- I wish you luck.
I really do.
- Same to you.
- You deserve it a lot more than me.
- Private session tonight.
No interruptions.
I give you my word.
I'll heal your daughter.
- Thank you, Reverend.
God bless you.
- So Roy really believes? - I don't think he has any idea what his wife's doing.
- Well, I found this hidden in their library.
- It's ancient.
Written by a priest who went dark side.
- There's a binding spell in here for trapping a reaper.
- Must be a hell of a spell.
- Yeah.
You've got to build a black altar.
- With seriously dark stuff.
Bones, human blood.
- To cross the line like that, that preacher's wife.
Black magic, murder.
- Evil.
- Desperate.
- Her husband was dying, she'd have done anything to save him.
- She was using the binding spell to keep the reaper away from Roy.
- Cheating death.
Literally.
- Yeah, but Roy's alive, so why's she still using the spell? - Right.
To force the reaper to kill people she thinks are immoral.
- May God save us from half the people who think they're doing God's work.
- We've gotta break that binding spell, Dean.
- You know, Sue Ann had a Coptic cross like this.
And when she dropped it, the reaper backed off.
- So, you think we've gotta find the cross or destroy the altar? - Maybe both.
- Whatever we do, we better do it soon.
- Roy's healing Layla tonight.
- That's Layla's car.
She's already here.
- Yeah.
- Dean.
- You know, if Roy would have picked Layla instead of me, she'd be healed right now.
- Dean, don't.
- And if she's not healed tonight, she's gonna die in a couple months.
- What's happening to her is horrible.
But, what are you gonna do? Let somebody else die to save her? - You said it yourself, Dean.
You can't play God.
- Where's Sue Ann? - House.
- Go find Sue Ann.
I'll catch up.
- What are you—? - Hey.
- You gonna put that fear of God in me? - You see him? - No.
- Psycho mutt.
- I gave your brother life, and I can take it away.
- Sam, can't you see? - The Lord chose me to reward the just and punish the wicked.
- And your brother is wicked.
And he deserves to die just as Layla deserves to live.
- It's God's will.
- Goodbye, Sam.
- Mrs.
Rourke, pray with me.
- Pray with me, friends.
- Alright, now.
- No! - I don't understand.
- I don't feel different.
- My God! What have you done?! - He's not your God.
- Reverend? - Sue Ann? - You okay? - A little bit weak.
- Yeah.
- Alright, come on, we should get going.
- What is it? - Nothing.
- What is it? - We did the right thing here, didn't we? - Of course we did.
- Didn't feel like it.
- I got it.
- Hey, Layla.
Come on in.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- How'd you know we were here? - Sam called.
He said you wanted to say goodbye.
- I'm gonna grab a soda.
- So, um, where are you going? - Don't know yet.
Our work kind of takes us all over.
- You know, I went back to see Roy.
- What happened? - Nothing.
- I mean, he laid his hand on my forehead, but nothing happened.
- I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry it didn't work.
- And Sue Ann.
She's dead, you know? Stroke.
- Yeah, I heard.
- I mean, Roy's a good man.
- He doesn't deserve what's happened.
- It must be rough.
- To believe in something so much, and have it disappoint you like that.
- You wanna hear something weird? - Hm? - I'm okay.
Really.
- I guess, if you're gonna have faith, you can't just have it when the miracles happen.
- You have to have it when they don't.
- So, what now? - God works in mysterious ways.
- Goodbye, Dean.
- Hey.
- Uh, you know, I'm not much of the prayin' type.
- But I'm gonna pray for you.
- Well.
There's a miracle right there.