Supernatural s12e08 Episode Script

Lotus

1 You're what? You're, uh, English Men of Letters? British.
We wanna work with you.
[ Grunts .]
[ Grunts .]
Uh, Mick, is it? [ Sighs .]
My number.
What do we think? Are we buying that Brit's whole "let's be friends" routine? Sam: No.
No way.
The Winchesters are no better than the monsters they fail to control.
They need to be eliminated.
Well, we have Mr.
Ketch for that.
Mr.
Ketch: I cleaned up the Winchesters' mess.
As suspected, they couldn't finish the job.
[ Silenced gunshots .]
Man: Thank you, Mr.
Ketch.
Crowley: Your dinner date is loaded, single, and possibly in delicate health.
Rowena: It's my chance to leave behind monsters and demons and moldy hideouts.
Crowley: Lucifer wearing Vince Vincente.
You'rekind of famous.
[ Bones crunch .]
Vince: Onward and upward.
[ Roars .]
Crowley: That's why he's jumping from vessel to vessel.
Castiel: Me finding him is my responsibility.
Cass, you're gonna want some backup on this.
If you get Lucifer cornered and find yourself in need, I'm there.
Dean: Cass is chumming it up with Crowley.
They're hunting Lucifer together.
Crowley: Feathers and I are all but inseparable.
Together again.
Yay.
[ Bell tolling .]
Woman on radio: And in the unprecedented drought condition farmers in the state worry that the entirety of next year's crop could be lost, driving up prices worldwide.
In other news, police are investigating the mysterious death of billionaire philanthropist Wallace Parker.
Parker was found dead in his office late Tuesday, his body heavily damaged Turn that off.
by an explosion of some ki-- [ Switch clicks .]
Better we stay focused on the Lord's work.
Wouldn't you agree? Of course, Your Excellency.
Such a shame about Mr.
Parker.
I know he was a friend.
Not to mention, one of our biggest donors.
Yes.
[ Creaking .]
[ Creaking .]
[ Creaking .]
Supernatural 12x08 Lotus @elderman [ Telephone ringing in distance .]
Your colleagues are already inside.
[ Sighs .]
[ Door opens .]
Agents.
Agents.
Okay, this has gotta stop.
All right, give me that.
Armani! Okay, enough.
Let's have a look.
Ooh.
Looks like somebody forgot to put on his sunscreen.
This was Wallace Parker, the very powerful CEO of almost everything.
And apparently, Lucifer's latest vessel.
Wasn't strong enough to hold him.
Lucifer's not content with slutting it from one random vessel to the next.
He's moving on to blue chips -- celebrities, captains of industry.
He just got a lot more dangerous.
I agree with Agent Zappa.
Oh, will you stop? Dean: So, find anything? Anyone powerful or respectable who suddenly changed or exploded? Well, this is pretty interesting.
This is the Archbishop of St.
Louis with Wallace Parker.
So? So that was him three days ago.
And this [ Taps key .]
is him last night at the opening of a food kitchen.
Notice anything missing? [ Taps key .]
[ Taps key .]
Yeah, the big mother of a cross around his neck.
Exactly.
And this morning, his office canceled all further public appearances without comment.
Okay, so you're thinking that, uh, Lucifer blasted out of Parker and into his buddy the Archbishop here.
Worth a shot.
Yeah.
[ Thunderclap .]
It's awfully quiet.
Yeah, I put in a dozen calls to the Chief of Staff.
No one returned.
Well, we'll have a look around.
If it is Lucifer, we'll call [ Button clicks .]
the rest of the Scooby gang.
Hey.
[ Clicking .]
Great.
[ Knocks on door .]
[ Door rattles .]
[ Thunderclap .]
[ Switch clicking .]
Dean: Father, hey.
[ Groans .]
What happened? [ Labored breathing .]
We knew something was wrong.
He [ Groans .]
he The Archbishop? Uh-huh.
Senior staff decided handle internally and intervene.
[ Inhales shakily .]
An exorcism.
Hey.
[ Chair clatters .]
If I agree to this, we would be partners.
We would bring a true era of spirituality to America and heal her wounds? Then hallelujah.
[ Inhales shakily .]
I humbly accept your guidance.
Yes.
[ Football game playing on TV .]
[ Whoosh .]
[ Electricity crackling .]
[ Chuckles .]
[ Exhales .]
Ahh.
Swell.
Now what? Okay, then, Jeff.
Usually, I give my hosts more downtime, but in this case, high-profile as it is I may need help fine-tuning someprotocols if I'm going to deliver on all the goodness and public service that I promised.
I'm -- I'm happy to help, partner.
We're appearing at -- at a series of fundraisers here backed by a fantastic group of aides.
So I just focus on the big picture? The team handles the details.
Well, listen, Jeff, this is all useful information, of course.
Butif we're gonna pull this off, I'm gonna need a few more personal details.
People need to believe that I am, in fact, President of the United States.
[ Gasping .]
[ Crunching .]
[ Choking .]
[ Bones crack .]
[ Gasps .]
[ Thud .]
One minute, we're talking about the best barbecue.
I'm a Kansas City man.
Bill likes Memphis.
I stepped into the john.
When I came out, he was on the ground.
I, uh, I tried CPR, but, uh I'm sure you did everything you could, Sir, but it appears he had a massive cerebral hemorrhage.
[ Whispers .]
Oh.
We're gonna need an autopsy, but I don't see any evidence of foul play.
[ Mouths word .]
If you'd like to say a few words, Sir.
[ Departing footsteps .]
A few words to the man upstairs, Sir, like you do every morning.
Yes.
Words.
Nothing we ever say feels like enough.
Babies.
That's what we are.
Innocents.
All of us struggling to walk upright with purpose and -- and pride.
[ Sizzling .]
And yet, we need "our Father" to be there when we fall.
Today, we lost a brother.
Tomorrow, we will continue our work for the country.
Amen.
All: Amen.
You always know the right thing to say.
[ Sizzling .]
[ Whoosh .]
Ugh.
[ Sighs .]
These pictures [ Typing .]
The level of violence, it's completely unnecessary.
Lucifer doesn't like to get messed with.
I guess when the Archbishop's priests figured out he was possessed, they tried to keep it quiet, do an exorcism.
I mean, not that it would've worked.
[ Footsteps approaching .]
Lucifer blew town, but not before he slaughtered the entire staff.
So we were on the right trail.
Where's it go now? I don't know.
Who won the Nobel Peace Prize? Why don't we start there? [ Paper bag rustles .]
[ Crow cawing .]
While we've been away from from D.
C.
, in Belaurus, negotiations between rebel forces and the government have broken down.
We're recalling Ambassador Harkin.
Sir, is it time to involve the U.
N.
? Mm.
That or we can just go ahead and nuke 'em.
[ Laughs .]
[ Forced laughter .]
Well! Montroy fundraiser at 2:00.
We'll pick this up at dinner.
[ Indistinct conversation .]
[ Folder thuds .]
Sir.
Thought you might want to know, the new poll numbers are out.
You're way up.
[ Aircraft hovering overhead .]
Officially the most popular sitting President in modern history.
Really? Mm.
Hmm.
That's impressive.
Uh, Otto [ Sighs .]
take a little break.
Mm-hmm.
Was there something else? [ Kelly breathes heavily .]
Ohh.
[ Chuckles .]
[ Exhales sharply .]
So amazing.
Yeah.
[ Exhales deeply .]
It's almost like I've never done that before.
[ Laughs .]
You Oh.
[ Exhales sharply .]
You know, Jeff, I admit it makes things kind of exciting keeping this a secret.
I just wish we could make how we feel about each other well, public.
Oh? I know [ Sighs .]
people might not like it.
Public might not like it because you're a widower.
Uh-huh.
But But I know you've been lonely since Louise died.
Mm.
And I know your feelings for me are real, because everything you do is real.
I just love to think that someday we could be a real couple.
Maybe do the wedding thing.
Maybe the baby thing.
I just [ Whispers .]
I just know you'd make an amazing father.
[ Sighs deeply .]
Hmm.
[ Train whistle blowing in distance .]
Good girl.
You're right on time.
Your majesty.
Keep this up and you could actually earn back your soul.
What little tidbit do you have for me today? There was a death last night that I ascribed to natural causes, but it was anything but natural.
[ Crow caws .]
Did the Bunker's warding fail? I just powered it down.
Crowley called, said he had some big news about Lucifer, whatever the hell that means.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Wait a second.
So -- so now Crowley can justwhat, drop in whenever he feels like it? [ Scoffs .]
I-I prefer keeping Crowley at a distance.
Long distance.
Not very charitable, Moose [ Sighs deeply .]
particularly since, once again, I'm saving both your asses.
So, as you know, I'm temporarily persona non grata in my own palace.
Palace? Palace? However, there are those I still control.
Operatives.
Crowley, can we just get the damn news without the drama? Can I get you without the flannel? No.
Still, I endure.
What? Did a little digging, acting on a tip.
[ Taps key .]
And I think I know the identity of Lucifer's newest vessel.
Oh, for God's sake.
Huh? Aha! Gentlemen I give you one Jefferson Rooney, President of these United States.
You wanted to see me, Sir? Rick, something urgent's come up.
Urgent andconfidential.
Understood.
We have reliable Intel that two mentally unstable individuals, possibly cult members, have imminent plans to assassinate me.
What? Why? Because I'm Satan.
They think I'm Satan.
Not metaphorically? Mm.
In the flesh.
Satan's not real.
Well He's a symbol for the simple-minded.
A-a comic book villain.
He's a bit more than that, Rick, to many people.
I wasn't briefed on this.
Well, I'm briefing you now.
We've been sitting on it until we had more facts.
Aside from the obvious peril to me We'll keep it strictly under the radar, Sir.
I think the best way to do that is to eliminate the threat.
Would you agree? We could initiate the approval process.
No.
No.
We need to handle this in the family.
Secret Service only.
And as the head of my personal detail, you will head this up yourself.
Of course.
I'm liking this job, Rick.
[ Chuckles .]
I wanna keep it a while.
[ Pats arm .]
[ Touchscreen beeping .]
[ Line rings .]
[ Ring .]
Hello.
Mick Davies here.
Leave a mess-- [ Disconnects call .]
Even if Crowley does bring in Rowena, the problem remains.
Lucifer can't be returned to the cage inside his vessel.
His essence has to be extracted.
Yeah.
And Lucifer has found the perfect safe house.
[ Typing .]
I mean, how do we even start getting close to the President? Well, it helps that he's not in D.
C.
Well, he's, uh, actually on a fundraising swing through the Midwest.
Yeah, right now, it looks like his whole party -- aides, Secret Service, the whole circus -- is staying at an estate owned by Ron Forester, the, uh, hedge fund zillionaire.
It's right outside Indianapolis.
But it is completely surrounded by walls, security, Secret Service, military.
Plan B? He's got a hell of a speaking schedule.
He's averaging three events a day, and he's got a gala dinner on Friday night.
Well, at least he'll be outside of the mansion.
Yeah, guarded like the Hope Diamond.
Plan C? [ Sighs .]
What about us? Our -- our feelings for each other? That's why I've been totally up front about Mona.
Mona? [ Surf rolling .]
Mona Levin.
Mona Levin? The heiress? [ Sea birds calling .]
You've been seen her as well?! You know one has to keep one's options open.
The heart knows what the heart knows.
And what does your heart know about me? It knows that it's fond of you.
But your credentials were unverifiable.
Financial holdings, Royal Ballet, none of it! You had me investigated?! You were scamming me! Oh, there's the pot calling the kettle black.
[ Clears throat .]
Ah.
Finally.
Light starch.
I offered my heart to a pauper who was after my nonexistent fortune! Same as I did, sweetie.
I'm just being honest about it.
Who is this? My latest fiancé.
[ Groans .]
And if I tell Mona the truth? That'd be a first.
Get out! It's my place! Mother.
"Mother"? [ Gasps, choking .]
[ Explosion .]
[ Gasps .]
Hmm.
[ Breathing shakily .]
[ Crying .]
That is the sweetest thing you've ever done for me.
[ Chuckles .]
Promise you won't laugh.
Even if it's funny? Shh.
I won't laugh.
[ Whispers indistinctly .]
Tonight, us here, it felt [ Inhales deeply .]
different.
Now I'm really not laughing.
No.
[ Laughs .]
We were great, as always, but somehow in some way I can't describe, it feels like something's changed.
[ Sighs .]
Maybe something has.
[ Indistinct chattering .]
[ Chattering grows louder .]
Aah! [ Groans .]
Dean: Cass? Cass? Hey.
[ Grunts .]
Something's happened.
Something Angel radio There are so many voices.
What are they saying? [ Groans .]
There's been a massive surge in celestial energy.
A nephilim is come into being.
It's the offspring of an angel and a human.
And that's big news? Yes, but the power to produce this is immense.
It's much, much greater than a typical angel.
Lucifer.
W-- Lucifer? I didn't know he was dating.
[ Engine roars .]
Yeah, and hey, Crowley? Uh, find out from your government mole if there's a girlfriend or a mistress or a favorite hooker.
Someone we don't know about.
Got it.
All right.
Crowley and Rowena will meet us in Indianapolis.
Do we have a plan? Impeach LOTUS and find Rosemary's Baby.
[ Police radio chatter .]
[ Siren wailing .]
Aw, crap.
[ Radio chatter .]
[ Siren whoops, stops .]
All right.
Stay here.
We got this.
[ Turns off engine .]
[ Radio chatter continues .]
Gentlemen, is there a problem? [ Car doors close .]
Federal Agents, guys.
We need to keep going.
And I need 6 grand by Saturday, but that ain't happening either.
[ Scoffs .]
You guys know who you're talking to? Winchesters.
You make those toy badges in craft class on the psyche ward? Nice car, by the way.
Really stands out.
Sam: Hey.
Wait a second now.
[ Grunting .]
Let him go.
Now.
[ Cocks gun .]
[ Car door opens, closes .]
Stop! Don't move! Cass, don't.
[ Dave Brubeck's "Take Five" playing .]
[ Engine turns off .]
[ Song continues .]
[ Launcher fires, window shatters .]
[ Explosion .]
[ Gun clatters .]
You.
Angel.
Wipe their memories.
[ Flames crackling .]
Uhh! U.
S.
government plates.
Elite dogcatcher level.
Someone special wants you.
Whose hydrant have you lads been tinkling on? I'm sorry.
Who the hell are you? Oh.
Where are my manners? Arthur Ketch.
British Men of Letters.
So it's all very simple, really.
Mick Davies asked you to join our effort, which we're taking international.
My instructions are to strongly encourage a "yes.
" So, what? You've just been following us? Not at all.
We're good dogs.
We only come when called.
And he called.
You what? I-I didn't, uh I hung up.
Yes, you did, which made Mr.
Davies think that you were in trouble, which you were.
So he rings me.
Bing, bang, boom.
Meet Bob.
He's your uncle.
Oh, and, um, you're welcome.
Hmm? And why should we believe anything that you have to say? [ Chuckles .]
You, Halo.
Do you sense I'm lying? My name is Castiel.
And no.
But the truth can be situational.
[ Chuckles .]
Oh.
Oh, I do enjoy an angel.
But I understand your hesitation.
You haven't exactly seen us at our best.
Lady Bevell is a bit excitable.
She tried to kill us.
Like I said, excitable.
And you're better? I don't care about you one way or the other.
I'm not an ideologue.
And all you wanna do is help these American Hunters to clear this country of monsters? We understand things are different here.
We're eager to collaborate.
The British Men of Letters are centuries old, lads.
We can offer expertise, weaponry, skills.
Like we saw out on the road? I'm an artist, Mr.
Winchester.
I paint in many colors.
[ Beep, trunk opens .]
Was that a grenade launcher? Quite.
Ah.
Our engineers have spent years blending sorcery and technology.
For instance, we don't always decapitate vampires.
Inefficient, really, especially for large nests.
We irradiate them, reorder their DNA.
Their own blood becomes lethal to them.
Cool.
Mm.
The toys are the fun part, hmm? [ Inhales deeply .]
Hyperbolic Pulse Generator.
Exorcisms are unreliable.
This device emits a force which drives the possessing demon from the vessel.
What about a, uh, possessing angel? And what might you boys be working on? Well, you want us to trust you, you're gonna have to trust us first.
And that means? So you're gonna pop Lucifer out of the President with that? I hope so.
Otherwise, we're all dead.
Then Rowena zaps him back to the cage.
Of course, we gotta get him here first.
Yeah.
We need to get ahold of this, uh, secret girlfriend Crowley found out about.
ThisKelly.
Of course, she's in that mansion with the President, which is guarded like a fortress.
Only one of us has a chance of getting in there.
Bollocks.
Yes, I'm pregnant.
I don't know when, Sheri.
I don't know how.
I just know that I am.
Hello, darling.
This is going to sting a bit.
No, no, you're making it up.
It's impossible.
Well, to be fair, so is teleporting.
Butta-da.
Who are you people? Well, dear, I'm a witch.
He's an angel.
And I'm the King of Hell.
Oh, God.
No, actually, he left.
Okay, guys, not helping.
You -- you can't.
He's the President.
He was, but now Tell me he hasn't been acting different.
Jeff's been under a lot of stress.
He Wrong.
He's the Devil.
Horns, pitchfork, the whole nine.
Crowley, still not helping.
Listen, we know what we're talking about here.
We have been on Lucifer's trail for a long time.
And we know you're pregnant with his child.
That's -- that's -- you're lying.
[ Opens, closes drawer .]
The thing inside you, it's unholy.
[ Opens drawer .]
It's an abomination.
That's n-- Place your hand here.
[ Sizzling .]
[ Gasps .]
[ Inhales shakily .]
No.
Oh, no.
[ Trash can thuds .]
Does he even know you're knocked up? [ Whispers .]
Yes, he [ Normal voice .]
He said he was thrilled.
He said it was the only time he ever created anything.
Kelly we need your help.
"I grant a full pardon" Hmm.
[ Chuckles .]
"to Charles Manson.
" [ Cellphone vibrates .]
[ Beep .]
Kelly.
Sir, we agreed to keep this small like you asked.
We're gonna go inside, run a quick sweep.
Absolutely.
Wouldn't want anything happening to me.
Ms.
Kline.
[ Door closes .]
[ Doors rattle .]
[ Doors rattling .]
There's no one in here but Kelly.
Go wait in your car.
[ Whoosh .]
It's clear.
Man: Let's go.
[ Doorknobs rattle .]
[ Front door opens, closes .]
[ Sighs .]
There's no one in there but Kelly.
We'll wait in the car.
[ Car door closes .]
Kelly.
Kelly, what's wrong? I told you on the phone.
I can't have this baby.
[ Thud .]
[ Grunts .]
[ Gasping .]
I'm afraid I'll have to insist.
[ Groans .]
Sam.
Vade retro.
We've done this dance so many times.
Princeps Inferni.
[ Electricity crackling .]
[ Zaps .]
[ Groans .]
Sam! [ Groans .]
[ Light bulbs shatter .]
[ Power surges .]
Rowena, now! Mah tay, ez loh, say tah! [ Groans .]
[ Groans .]
[ Mirror shatters .]
This isn't over, Sam! Go to Hell! Mah tay, ez loh, say tah! [ Roaring .]
[ Screaming .]
Mah tay, ez loh, say tah! [ Panting .]
[ Kelly crying .]
[ Panting .]
He's alive.
He won't remember a thing.
Oh, Jeff.
Oh, my God.
[ Voice breaks .]
Jeff? Oh, my God.
We gotta go.
Get her out of here.
Go.
Wait, wait.
Kelly, you gotta go.
Go.
We got him.
We got Lucifer.
[ Exhales shakily .]
Mr.
President? [ Exhales slowly .]
Okay.
All right.
Take it easy, Tiger.
Man: Mr.
President! On your feet! Hands on your heads! [ Gun cocks .]
- Whoa.
- Hands on your heads! Okay, listen, we were just trying to -- Shut up! You're under arrest for the attempted assassination of the President of the United States.
[ Rifles cock .]
Man over radio: Look good from here.
I'm sorry.
I just I need a minute.
[ Indistinct conversation .]
[ Woman speaks indistinctly .]
Man: All right, coming right up.
Woman: Thanks.
[ Man speaks indistinctly .]
Woman: Bring these out? Man: Yeah, go ahead.
[ Indistinct conversation .]
[ Dishes clattering .]
Man: Thank you very much.
Kelly.
[ Indistinct conversation .]
[ Knocks on door .]
Kelly, are you all right? Kelly? [ Cellphone rings .]
[ Beep .]
Hello? Castiel I can't do it.
Kelly.
[ Voice breaks .]
I can feel it inside me.
I'm its mother.
Kelly, you listen to me.
This is not a baby.
This is the spawn of Lucifer.
It's my child.
[ Cellphone beeps .]
No, no.
Kelly, you [ Beep .]
[ Cellphone beeps .]
[ Sighs .]
@elderman