Supernatural s02e08 Episode Script

Crossroad Blues

Dad wants us to pick up where he left off.
Saving people, hunting things, the family business.
You plan on bringing the demon here.
Having some stupid, macho showdown.
- I have a plan, Sam.
- Dean is dying and you have a plan.
I won't hunt this demon.
Not until we know Dean's okay.
Did you really think you could trap me? I don't wanna trap you.
I wanna make a deal.
I will give you the Colt and the bullet.
But you gotta help Dean.
- You gotta bring him back.
- You still need to sweeten the pot.
Key of Solomon.
Protective circles really work? Get a demon in one, they're trapped, powerless.
- What's going on? - Oh, my God.
Get a doctor.
- What happened? Talk to me.
- Dogs.
- Stay with us, baby.
- Dogs.
Black dogs.
Bob? Robert, don't you die on me.
Thanks, Phil.
So much for our low profile.
You got a warrant in St.
You're officially in the Feds' database.
- I'm like Dillinger or something.
- It's not funny.
Makes it harder, we gotta be careful.
What do they got on you? I'm sure they just haven't posted it yet.
- No accessory? Nothing? - Shut up.
- You're jealous.
- No, I'm not.
All right, what do you got on the case there you innocent, harmless young man, you? "Architect Sean Boyden plummeted to his death from the roof of his home a condominium he designed.
" Build a high-rise and jump off the top of it.
- When did he call Animal Control? - Two days earlier.
- Did he actually say, black dog? - Yeah.
"Vicious, wild black dog.
" The authorities couldn't find it, no one else saw it.
In fact, authorities are confused as to how a wild dog could get past the doorman take the elevator and roam the halls of the cushiest joint in town.
After that, no more calls he doesn't show up for work.
Two days later he takes a swan dive.
- We're dealing with an actual black dog? - Well, maybe.
- What's the lore on it? - It's vague.
There are spectral black dogs all over the world.
Some say they're animal spirits, others, death omens.
But anyways, whatever they are, they're big, nasty-- I bet they could hump the crap out of your leg.
Look at that one.
What? They could.
So you and Sean Boyden were business partners for almost 10 years, right? That's right.
One more time, this is for--? A tribute for Mr.
Architectural Digest.
- Funny to you? - No.
It's just a-- Tribute.
See, Sean always got the tributes.
He kills himself leaves me and his family behind - but he gets another tribute.
- Right.
Any idea why he'd do such a thing? I have no clue.
I mean, he lived the charmed life.
- How so? - He was a flat-out genius.
I mean, I'm capable, but next to him It wasn't always that way, either.
No? Wanna know the truth? There was a time when he couldn't design a pup tent.
Hell, 10 years ago, he worked as a bartender at this place called Lloyd's.
Complete dive.
- Right.
So, what changed? You got me.
But overnight, he gets this huge commission and he starts designing He starts designing the most ingenious buildings anyone has ever seen.
It was like the level of Van Gogh and Mozart-- - What? It's funny.
True geniuses, they seem to die young, don't they? To have that kind of talent.
Why--? Why just throw it away? So? - The secretary's name is Carly.
She's 23, she kayaks and they're real.
You didn't ask if she's seen any black dogs lately? Every complaint called in this week about anything big, black or dog-like.
There's 19 calls in all.
And I don't know what this thing is.
- You mean Carly's MySpace address? - MySpace, what the hell is that? Seriously, is that like some sort of porn site? I swear, if this is another Pomeranian barking in the neighbor's yard Afternoon, ma'am.
Animal Control.
- Someone already came yesterday.
- Oh, we're just following up.
We're looking for a Dr.
Sylvia Pearlman.
The doctor, well, she-- I don't know when she'll be back.
She left two days ago.
And you are? - I'm Ms.
Pearlman's maid.
- Where did the doctor go? I'm not sure.
She just packed and went.
She didn't say where.
- That stray dog, did you find it finally? - Not yet.
You know, you didn't ever happen to see the dog yourself, did you? Well, no.
I never even heard it.
I was starting to think the doctor was imagining it.
- She's not like that.
So-- I read she was a chief surgeon at the hospital? She's gotta be what, 42, 43? - That's pretty young for that job.
- Youngest in the history.
- She got the position 10 years ago.
- Huh.
- An overnight success, 10 years ago.
- Yeah, we know a guy like that.
Oh, look at this.
Lloyd's Bar.
Miss Pearlman? I've been calling for hours.
You need to vacate the room or you gotta pay for another night.
No problem.
- Hey.
- Yeah? That's weird.
What? You think someone planted these? In the middle of all these weeds? - These are, what-do-you-call-them? - Yarrow flowers.
- Yeah.
- Used for certain rituals, aren't they? - Yeah, actually, summoning rituals.
So two people become sudden successes about 10 years ago around the time they were here at Lloyd's.
Where there happens to be a crossroads.
You think? Let's find out.
This seem about the dead center to you? Yahtzee.
I'd be willing to bet that's graveyard dirt.
And a black cat bone.
That's serious spell work.
I mean, that's deep south hoodoo stuff.
Used to summon a demon.
Not just summon one.
Crossroads are where pacts are made.
These people are actually making deals with the damn thing.
You know, because that always ends good.
They're seeing dogs, all right.
But not black dogs, they are seeing hellhounds.
Demonic pit bulls.
And whoever this demon is, it's back and it's collecting.
That doctor lady, wherever she's running she ain't running fast enough.
Holy-- Holy? Guess again.
I wanna play guitar.
I want you to make me the best bluesman ever lived.
If that's what you want.
So how do we--? Do we shake on it? So it's just like the Robert Johnson legend, right? Selling your soul at the crossroads kind of deal? Yeah, except that wasn't a legend.
You know his music.
You don't know Robert Johnson's songs? There's occult references all over his lyrics.
I mean: "Cross Road Blues," "Me and the Devil Blues" "Hell Hound on My Trail"? The story goes that he died choking on his own blood.
He was hallucinating and muttering about big, evil dogs.
- Now it's happening all over again.
- Yeah.
We gotta find out if anyone else struck any bargains here.
So we gotta clean up people's mess for them? They're not exactly squeaky clean.
Nobody forced them to play Let's Make a Deal.
- So, what? We just leave them? - Someone goes over Niagara in a barrel - you gonna try to save them? - Dean.
All right.
Rituals like this, you put your own photo into the mix, right? This guy probably summoned the thing.
I'll go see if anyone inside knows him.
If he's still alive.
What's the guy's name again? George Darrow.
Apparently quite the regular at Lloyd's.
His house probably ain't up next on MTV Cribs, is it? Yeah.
So, whatever kind of deal he made It wasn't for cash.
Oh, who knows? Maybe his place is full of babes in Princess Leia bikinis? I'm just saying, this guy's got one epic bill come due.
Hope at least he asked for something fun.
Look at that.
What is that, pepper? - Who the hell are you? - George Darrow? I'm not buying anything.
Looks like you went for the wrong shaker.
Usually when you wanna keep something evil out, you go for the salt.
- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Talking about this.
Tell me.
You seen that hellhound yet? Look, we wanna help.
Just five minutes.
- So, what is that stuff out front? - Goofer dust.
You boys think you know something about something but not goofer dust? We know a little about a lot of things.
Just enough to make us dangerous.
- What is it? - Hoodoo.
My grandma taught me.
Keeps out demons.
Demons we know.
Well, then, keep it.
Maybe it'll do you some good.
Four minutes left.
- We know you're in trouble.
- Yeah, that you got yourself into.
But it's not hopeless, all right? - There's gotta be something we can do.
- Listen.
I get that you boys wanna help.
But sometimes a person makes their bed and they just got to lie down in it.
I'm the one who called that demon in the first place.
- What did you do it for? - I was weak.
I mean, who don't wanna be great? Who don't want their life to mean something? I just-- I just never thought about the price.
- Was it worth it? - Hell, no.
Of course, I asked for talent.
Should have gone for fame.
I'm still broke.
And lonely.
Just now I got this pile of paintings don't nobody want.
But that wasn't the worst.
Go on.
Demon didn't leave.
I never counted on that.
After our deal was done the damn thing stayed at Lloyd's for a week just chatting, making more deals.
I tried to warn folks, but who's gonna listen to an old drunk? - How many others are there? - This architect, a doctor lady.
I kept up with them.
They been in the papers.
At least they got famous.
Who else, George? Come on, think.
One more.
Nice guy too.
Evan, I think.
I don't know what he asked for.
Don't matter now.
We done for.
- There's gotta be a way.
- You don't get it.
I don't want a way.
- Look, you don't have-- - Look, I called that thing.
I brought it on myself.
I brought it on them.
I'm going to hell, one way or another.
All I want is to finish my last painting.
A day or two, I'm done.
I'm just trying to hold him off till the end.
Buy a little time.
Okay, boys.
Time you went.
Go help somebody that wants help.
We can't just-- Get out! I got work to do.
You don't really wanna die.
I don't? I'm I'm tired.
Evan, you're spying on the neighbors? No, I-- I thought I heard something in the yard, but it's nothing.
- You all ready to go? - If I didn't know better I'd say that you want me out of the house.
Of course not.
It's just you've barely seen your sister since she had the baby.
Well, what are you gonna do all weekend? Not much, I got some bills to pay.
Come here.
- I'll miss you.
- You better.
You know I love you, right? Forever.
Of course.
Evan, are you okay? Yeah.
Yeah, I'm fine.
Now get going.
Okay, I'll call you when I get there.
Hey, sweetie? I love you too.
- Yes? - Evan Hudson? - Yeah.
- You ever been to a bar called Lloyd's? Would have been about 10 years ago? Come on, we're not demons.
Any other bright ideas? Wait.
- Evan? - Please.
- Don't hurt me.
- We're not gonna hurt you.
- We're here to help you.
- We know all about the deal you made.
- What? How? - It doesn't matter.
- We're trying to stop it.
- How do I know you're not lying? Well, you don't, but you're low on options there, buddy boy.
- Can you stop it? - Don't know.
We'll try.
- I don't wanna die.
- Of course you don't.
Not now.
What did you ask for, anyway, Ev? Never need Viagra? Bowl a perfect game? What? My wife.
Getting the girl.
That's worth a trip to hell.
- Dean.
- No.
He's right.
I made the deal.
Nobody twisted my arm.
That woman, or whatever she was, at the bar-- She said I could have anything I wanted.
I thought she was nuts at first, but-- I don't know, I was I was desperate.
Desperate? Julie was dying.
You did it to save her? She had cancer.
They stopped treatment, they were moving her into hospice.
They kept saying: "A matter of days.
" So, yeah, I made the deal.
And I'd do it again.
I'd have died for her on the spot.
- Did you think about her in all this? - I did this for her.
You sure about that? I think you did it for yourself.
So you wouldn't have to live without her.
But guess what, she's gonna have to live without you now.
And what if she knew how much it cost? What if she knew it cost your soul? How do you think she'd feel? Okay.
That's enough.
Sit tight.
All right? We're gonna figure this out.
- You all right? - Why wouldn't I be? Hey, I got an idea.
Throw the hoodoo at the hellhound.
Keep it away as long as you can.
I'll go to the crossroads, summon the demon.
Summon-- Are you nuts? Maybe a little.
But I can trap it.
I can exorcise it and buy us time to figure out something.
- How much time? - A while.
It's not easy for them to claw from hell into the sunshine.
- No.
No way.
- Not allowed to say no.
- Unless you got a better idea.
- Forget it.
- I'm not letting you.
- Why not? - I don't like where your head is at.
- What? You've been on edge since we found that crossroads.
- I know why.
- Don't have time for it.
You think maybe dad made one of these deals, huh? Hell, I've been thinking it.
I'm sure you've been thinking it too.
It fits, doesn't it? I'm alive, dad's dead.
Yellow-eyed demon was involved.
What if he did? What if he struck a deal? My life for his soul? I think I hear it.
It's outside.
Just keep him alive, okay? - Dean-- - Go.
So, what brings a guy like you to a place like this? - You called me? - I'm just glad it worked.
First time? You could say that.
Oh, come on, now, don't sell yourself short.
I know all about you, Dean Winchester.
- So you know who I am? - I get the newsletter.
Well, don't keep me in suspense.
What have you heard? Well, I heard you were handsome but you're just edible.
What can I do for you, Dean? Maybe we should do this in my car.
- Nice and private.
- Sounds good to me.
- What is that stuff? - Goofer dust.
- You serious? - Yeah.
Afraid so.
Look, believe me, don't believe me.
Whatever you want.
Just whatever you do, stay inside this circle, all right? - So I was hoping we could strike a deal.
- That's what I do.
I want Evan Hudson released from his contract.
So sorry, darling.
That's not negotiable.
I'll make it worth your while.
- Oh, really? - What are you offering? - Me.
Well, well, well.
You'd sacrifice your life for someone else's? Like father, like son.
That's the last of it.
You did know about your dad's deal, right? His life for yours? Now, I didn't make the deal myself, but, boy, I wish I had.
- After you.
- Such a gentleman.
A devil's trap? You've got to be kidding me.
- What? - You hear that? No.
Where? Right outside the door.
Just don't move, all right? Stay where you are.
You stupid, stupid-- I should rip you limb from limb.
Take your best shot.
I don't think so.
I won't put you out of your misery.
- Yeah? Why not? - Because your misery's the whole point.
It's too much fun to watch.
Knowing how your daddy died for you.
How he sold his soul.
I mean, that's gotta hurt.
He's all you ever think about.
You wake up and your first thought is, "I can't do this anymore.
" You're all lit up with pain.
I mean, you loved him so much.
And it's all your fault.
You blew it, Dean.
- I could've given you what you need.
- What do I need? Your father.
I could have brought him back.
Your loss.
See you, Dean.
I wish you a nice, long life.
Hold on.
Do you still hear it? No.
Is it over? It's here.
You're lucky I've got a soft spot for lost puppies and long faces.
I just can't leave you like this.
Besides, you didn't call me here to bargain for Evan.
Not really.
Can you bring him back? My dad? Of course I can.
Just as he was.
Your dad would live a long, natural life like he was meant to.
- That's a promise.
- What about me? I could give you 10 years.
Ten long, good years with him.
That's a lifetime.
The family can be together again.
John, Dean, Sammy.
The Winchester boys all reunited.
Look, your dad's supposed to be alive.
You're supposed to be dead.
This will just set things straight.
Put things back in their natural order.
And you get 10 extra years on top.
That's a bonus.
Do you think you could throw in a set of steak knives? You know, this smart ass, self-defense mechanism of yours-- Dean.
Now you're really trapped.
- That's gotta hurt.
- Let me out now.
We just gotta make a little deal here first.
You call off your hellhound let Evan go.
Then I'll let you go.
I can't break a binding contract.
And by "can't" you mean, "Don't want to"? Last chance.
Evan and his wife get to live to a ripe, old age.
Going, going-- - Let's talk about this.
- Okay.
Stay inside the circle.
Come on, Dean.
- What are you doing? - You're just gonna go on a little trip.
- Way down south.
- Look, forget Evan.
Think of your dad.
Circle's broken.
Come on.
- What the hell was that for? - Sealing the deal.
I usually like to be warned before I'm violated with demon tongue.
Evan Hudson is free.
He and his wife will live long lives.
- How do I know you're not lying? - My word is my bond.
- Oh, really? - It is when I make a deal.
It's the rules.
You got what you wanted.
Now let me go.
You're gonna double-cross me? Funny how I'm the trustworthy one.
You know you renege, send me to hell sooner or later I'm gonna climb out and skinning Evan Hudson will be the first thing that I do.
I gotta tell you.
You would have never pulled that stunt if you knew.
- Knew what? - Where your dad is.
You should have made that deal.
See, people talk about hell, but it's just a word.
It doesn't even come close to describing the real thing.
Shut your mouth, bitch.
If you could see your daddy, hear the sounds he makes - because he can't even scream.
- How about I send you back? What? How did I get here? Demons lie all the time, right? Maybe she was lying.
Come on.
Is that really what you think? - How could he do it? - He did it for you.
How am I supposed to live with that? You know, the thought of him wherever he is right now-- I mean, he spent his whole life chasing that yellow-eyed son of a bitch.
He should have gone out fighting.
That was supposed to be his legacy, you know? Not bargaining with the damn thing.
- Not this.
- How many people did Dad save? Total? - That's not the point, Sam.
- Evan Hudson is safe because of what dad taught us.
That's his legacy, Dean.
Now we're still here, man.
So we gotta keep going.
For him.
- Hey, Dean? - Yeah.
When you were trapping that demon, you weren't-- I mean, it was all a trick, right? You never considered actually making that deal, right? I swear it's not in me.
It's not in me.
- I swear.
- We're all gonna die.
- I got no choice.
- Stop-- Dean, you can't protect your loved ones forever.
Hands where I can see them.
Demonic virus.
More like demonic germ warfare.
Like Chuck Heston in The Omega Man.
They're infected, not me.
You've known me all your life.
- Please, let's go.
- No.
Those things are everywhere.
She bled on him.
He's got the virus.
I need a nationwide search.
What am I looking for? Psychics, like me.
As many as possible.
The yellow-eyed man comes to me in my dreams makes me do things, awful things.
I had this dream where I saw this guy get stabbed in a parking lot.
- He has plans for me.
- What kind of plans? Last night, I saw you die.
Right before Dad died, he told me something.
He told me something about you.
Dean, what did he tell you?
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