Supernatural s13e15 Episode Script

A Most Holy Man

1 I love you.
- Dean: Mom! - Mary: Aah! Mom! No! Sam: Mom is trapped in another reality.
Dean: Here's the plan -- we grab Satan and we use his grace to open up a door between two universes.
And we get Mom, we get Jack, and we get out.
Well, at least we know the spell we need is in there.
Castiel: We need four major ingredients -- the grace of an archangel, a fruit from the Tree of Life, the Seal of Solomon, and the blood of a most holy man.
We find those things, we can bring everybody home.
[ Bell tolling .]
[ Choir singing in foreign language .]
[ Door closes .]
[ Door creaking .]
[ wind whistling .]
[ Door creaks .]
[ Glass shatters .]
[ Grunts, groans .]
[ Speaking Italian .]
[ Groans .]
Supernatural 13x15 A Most Holy Man So? What? [ Sighs deeply .]
You find anything on the Seal of Solomon? Well, I've been digging through the lore, but so far, nothing.
So we got Cass in Syria dodging bullets, trying to find fruit from the Tree of Life.
We don't know where Lucifer is, so we can't get grace from an archangel.
And what's the, uh, the last ingredient of this spell we're never gonna find? Blood of a most holy man.
A most holy man.
What -- -- what -- what does that mean? No idea.
I've been thinking maybe, uh, blood of a saint? A saint? Yeah.
Yeah, should be easy to get.
Well, actually, uh, turns out there's a huge market for religious relics.
Hair of a martyr, um, nails from the True Cross.
Okay, okay.
One, ew.
Two, where is this market? Online.
The Internet.
Not just for porn anymore.
[ Burps .]
Anyway, uh, a lot of this is fake, obviously, but I-I did find one dealer who seems to be legit -- Margaret Astor.
Worth a shot? [ Mouth full .]
Why not? I don't think I can take another one of these cold pieces of Papa Giovanni's.
Miss Astor? Ms.
will do.
Of course.
Uh, may we sit? Margaret: Please.
[ Indistinct conversations .]
So gentlemen, what can I do for you? Okay, we, um, we're interested in obtaining a very rare religious artifact, and -- and we were told that maybe you'd be the person to help us out.
Who told you that? The Internet.
Sothis is not a personal recommendation? No.
Um, is -- is that a problem? Personal relationships are very important to me.
Well, um I would personally appreciate any help you could give us.
What sort of help do you need? We need, um [ Chuckles .]
the blood of a saint.
Really? Yeah.
What ever for? Does it matter? I was asking Sam.
So, Sam, what can you tell me? Unfortunately, not very much.
Just that it's very, very important to us.
To me.
Well, of course it is.
Blood of a saint -- very rare, very expensive.
It just so happens I might know one person who would have such an item.
Do I dare give you the name? Please.
I would be very much in your debt.
Well, that's lovely.
But know, Sam I like to collect on what's owed to me.
His name is Richard Greenstreet.
He lives in Seattle.
I'll provide an introduction, but that's as far as I'll go.
Thank you.
Oh, don't thank me yet.
Greenstreet has all the trappings of a gentleman, but I would advise caution.
Your names again? This is Sam.
I'm Dean Vaughn.
We are from Rhode Island.
Rhode Island.
My, you are a long way from home.
Do you happen to know the Manchin twins out of Newport? The Manchin twins? Uh, well, we don't know them personally, but obviously, we know of them.
Because to the best of my knowledge, there are no Manchin twins from Newport.
So who are you really? This is Sam.
I'm Dean Winchester.
We were told that you might have something that we need.
What might that be? Blood of a saint.
The blood of a saint.
I do believe I possess such an item.
Cost me a small fortune to obtain.
We need some for a worthy cause.
I gave up on worthy causes years ago.
And as I said, the blood cost me a fortune.
Judging by your Montgomery Ward suits and your cheap ties, I'm guessing you don't have a small fortune, or, for that matter, two nickels to rub together.
So I'm quite afraid this has been a waste of your time, and more importantly, mine.
Good day, gentlemen.
Mm, wait.
I suppose we can be of service to one another.
Since you had the nerve to come in here under false pretenses, I assume you won't be above a little bit of chicanery.
Hmm? Yes.
We're listening.
A short while ago, a valuable item that I covet was removed from its ancestral home in Malta.
I believe the thief was working for a man named Santino Scarpatti.
Scarpatti, the mob boss? Mm.
You've heard of him.
I've heard enough to know he kills people.
Oh, yes.
I suppose he does.
In any case, here is my proposal -- you procure said item for me, and I will trade it for the blood.
And what kind of item is it that we're talking about? The skull of St.
Okay we steal the skull from the head of the Seattle mob.
In exchange, you'll give us the blood of St.
That's correct.
We can do that.
No problem.
What else can you tell us? Rumor has it, the skull is supposed to be turned over tomorrow night.
Unfortunately, I don't know the name of the thief or where the meet is supposed to take place.
That's not a lot to go on.
I have faith.
So this is what we've come to? Thieves? Hey, you want the blood, right? Well Besides, the thing's already stolen.
[ Scoffs .]
Really? That's your rationale? Well, hey, I'm not perfect.
And by the way, neither are you, okay? Oh, so, what? Now you're above a little, uh, chicanery? [ Exhales sharply .]
Look, this isn't a perfect world we're trying to save, okay.
And if I'm not perfect trying to save it, then so be it.
Come on.
You with me or not? Johnny Mercer: You've got to accentuate the positive Eliminate the negative And latch on to the affirmative Whatcha readin'? Don't mess with Mister In-Between A book on the supernatural.
Really? [ Chuckles .]
So you're into the supernatural? I am.
I should sit down.
[ Chuckles .]
Excuse me.
I got it.
Nice timing.
[ Sighs .]
What? All right, get this.
so I hacked into airline records and checked the names of anybody and everybody who traveled from Malta to Seattle in the first three days after the skull was stolen.
There were five people.
The fifth guy named, uh Antonio Miele.
What little past I can dig up on him seems [ Inhales deeply .]
Sounds a little thin, but you wouldn't happen to know where this Miele guy is right now, would you? As a matter of fact, I do.
He checked into the Patricia Hotel right here in downtown Seattle yesterday.
[ Piano playing .]
[ Indistinct conversation .]
[ Elevator bell dings .]
Excuse me.
I All right.
[ Door closes .]
[ Static crackling .]
Well, rest in peace, Antonio Miele.
What the hell happened here? [ Gun cocks .]
Hands up.
No sudden moves.
Take it easy, take it easy.
Hold on just a second.
Move towards the window.
Yep, yep, of course.
Now sit down.
[ Handcuffs slide .]
And cuff yourself to the radiator.
[ Sighs .]
[ Handcuffs, radiator clink .]
You know there's a dead body over here.
I see him.
What department are you with? Shut up.
Where'd your partner? I work alone, and I said shut up.
[ Drawer opens .]
Dean: Maybe you should call this in.
I said shut up! [ Exhales deeply .]
I'm gonna go call this in right now.
Don't you two go anywhere.
[ Laughs .]
[ Door closes .]
You see that badge? It's like he got it out of a cereal box.
Gun looked real enough, though.
I don't think he's coming back, but he probably is calling it in, so [ Keys jangle .]
Look at you.
You're like a Boy Scout.
You're always prepared.
You're like a [ Inhales deeply .]
Yeah? I don't know what you're like.
[ Radiator clanks .]
[ Siren wails .]
All right, so if the dead guy on the floor up there, Miele, was the original thief, then who killed him? I don't know.
Maybe Greenstreet got to him before we could.
In that case, he probably has the skull.
Well, then who's the fake cop? Who does he work for? Scarpatti? [ Siren wailing in distance .]
No, he was still looking for something.
Why would Scarpatti whack the guy before he finds the skull? “Whack”? It's mob talk.
Mob Well, colorful.
Can I help you fellas? Yeah.
Scarpatti wants to see you two.
I think we'll pass.
Yeah, that, uh, wasn't a request.
[ Gun cocks .]
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Okay, okay, okay.
I'll drive.
I don't think so.
Again, not a request.
[ Siren continues wailing .]
It's good.
- Come on.
- Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got it.
Nice car.
[ Engine starts .]
[ Woman singing operatically .]
[ Man clears throat .]
[ Clears throat .]
[ Purring .]
So Sam and Dean Winchester.
[ Chuckles .]
We, uh [ Strained voice .]
we done a little checkin'.
[ Chair thumps .]
You know? And, uh you know [ Songs ends .]
officially, you guys both died six years ago.
Yeah, well, it's a funny story.
So -- so -- Hey, look, I-I don't care.
[ Clears throat .]
You know, my point is that, if you were to get whacked now Relax.
If I wanted you dead You got my point, right? - Yep.
- Good.
So -- so let's talk, all right? I understand you made a deal with Greenstreet? How do you know that? I keep an eye on my enemies.
Nowthat was your first mistake, working for him.
Greenstreet he's a -- he's a farabutto.
You know, a scoundrel.
He's got no reverence for these sacred artifacts.
He -- he has no respect.
Now me? You know, my motives are pure.
I feel it's my duty as a good Catholic to give these beautiful relics a home.
Welltechnically, the relic had a home, and then you had it stolen.
[ Clears throat loudly .]
[ Chuckles .]
[ Henchmen chuckling .]
Now why would you get involved with a man like Greenstreet? He has something we need.
And the skull was our -- our price we had to pay for it.
It's a devil's bargain.
All right.
[ Sighs .]
So I'm gonna tell you what you should know, okay? I made a deal with Miele.
I paid half the price for that skull up front and I agreed to give him the rest on delivery.
But now he's dead.
And believe me, I didn't kill him.
So the skull is missing.
Now since I paid half of what was owed, I believe that skull rightfully belongs to me.
But it was stolen.
I don't know, “rightfully” belongs to you? Mnh.
[ Chuckles .]
You believe this guy? You got a set on you, pal.
You talk to me like that in this room? [ Scoffs .]
And? My point is, whatever the case is, you two now are in the middle of this thing, all right? So I'm gonna make you a very nice proposition.
You find my skull, and I will give you a handsome finder's fee.
And then you could buy whatever it is you need to get from Greenstreet, okay? And what if we say no? That would be your second mistake.
And believe me, you probably wouldn't get a third one.
Very good.
Nowwhat happens if we can't find the skull? As they say at NASA, failure is not an option.
[ Police radio chatter .]
[ Door opens .]
All right, tell me, why are we here again? Gotta start somewhere.
[ Sighs .]
Key to this whole thing is in that room.
I can feel it.
Oh, you can feel it.
Why didn't you say so? [ Police radio chatter .]
What? Cop.
[ Exhales sharply .]
Any ideas? Stay here.
[ Fire alarm bell ringing .]
Officer: Anybody in there? [ Door opens .]
[ Knock on door .]
Excuse me.
[ Indistinct conversations .]
[ Fire alarm bell ringing .]
Man: Everybody.
Folks, this way, please.
Man: Keep moving.
Officer: Ma'am, you have to move right away.
Anybody in there? [ Knock on door .]
[ Alarm continues ringing .]
Let's go.
Ma'am [ Speaks indistinctly .]
[ Indistinct conversations .]
Yeah, well done.
All right, folks, just continue, please.
Really, Dean? You can feel it.
[ Clears throat .]
[ Grunts .]
[ Telephone bell clangs .]
[ Indistinctint conversations, police radio chatter .]
[ Siren wailing .]
All right, we're good to go.
Sam? Sammy! [ Pats back .]
[ Exhales sharply .]
Sure you're not drowsy? How many fingers am I holding up? I'm fine.
Okay, I'm just saying, you're taking a lot of shots to the head lately.
I mean, I know that Disney Princess hair gives you some padding, but, uh [ Man grunts, shouts .]
Yeah, that's him.
Or at least I think that's the guy.
All right, well, if he clocked you, then who clocked him? [ Groans .]
Hmm? Hey.
Where is it? [ Inhales, exhales sharply .]
The piece of paper you took off me -- where is it? I don'tHe took it.
He? He who? The other man.
I-I don't know.
I didn't see his face.
That's awesome.
Okay, okay.
Let's start from the beginning.
Who are you? My name My name is Lucca Camilleri.
Uh [ Clears throat .]
Father Lucca “Camanyeri”.
[ Indistinct conversations .]
You're a priest? Si.
Why are you here? I'm searching for something.
Let me guess -- about yea big, used to be some holy dude's brain basket? The skull of St.
It was stolen from a nunnery, my parish, eight days ago.
They asked me to get it back.
Really? Our local police can't handle something like this, and the sisters, they have faith in me.
How is that working out for 'em? So, what? You just thought you'd, uh [ Chuckles .]
come here and steal it back? No.
I was gonna buy it.
Thieves only understand one thing -- money -- so I-I-I brought money.
All the money that we had.
[ Unlocks briefcase .]
[ Lucca sighs .]
My village is a small place, and Miele when he vanished after the skull went missing, we all knew what he'd done.
So I followed him here.
And killed him.
No, mio Dio.
No, I would never do that.
When I arrived, he was already dead.
I And I didn't know what to do.
So you hit me? The skull was gone.
When I saw you found something, I-I-I lost my head, okay? Look, that relic means everything to my congregation.
And I understand that sounds strange to you, but imagine you woke up one morning, and this thing you loved, this thing you and your parents and your children saw every week, this thing you prayed to since you were old enough to form words, was just gone.
What -- what would you do? Try to get it back.
And I did.
And I failed.
And -- and this never should've happened.
Yeah, well, the world's a screwed up place, padre.
What are you gonna do about it? Change it.
Yeah, good luck with that.
It's not about luck, son.
It's about effort.
All the time, I hear people saying the world's not perfect.
And they're right.
It's not.
But do you use that as an excuse? Do you use it to excuse your own sins? Your failings and your laziness? Do you use it to give a bad man power, because the world's not perfect? Or do you work? Do you try and improve things in whatever way you can? Guys, the world will never be perfect, but if good men do good things, it can be better.
Every day can get better.
I-I'm sorry.
I know I talk too much.
I just I just wanna go home.
Without the skull? [ Voice breaks .]
What if we get the skull back for you? Mm.
Sam -- Excuse me.
Can I talk to you? What? The hell are you doin'? We have to find it anyways.
Yeah, and give it to Greenstreet and then get our fill up on Jesus juice.
Or we get the skull back and then we arrange a meet and then What? Double-cross him? Why not? [ Laughs .]
Okay, look.
Look at this.
[ Cellphone beeps .]
Father Lucca Camilleri, born in Malta.
He spent the last two decades of his life doing charity work all over the world -- Africa, South America.
He -- he -- he's a good guy.
And what he said I believe him.
So do I.
But Friar Tuck over there, we don't owe him anything.
Okay, yes, I Sammy, he sucker-punched you.
And I get why.
I mean, if -- if somebody, uh If somebody stole the Impala, what would you do? Murder.
I'd murder 'em all.
My point being, I [ Sighs .]
I don't want a dick like Greenstreet or Scarpatti to win.
Not this time.
There'll be torture first.
There'll be, like, a lot of torture, and then there'd -- it would end up with death.
If I can't have it, nobody can.
Were you even listening to what I was saying? Scarpatti and Greenstreet? What did I say? [ Engine roars .]
All right.
It's a party.
The guy who jumped you -- you remember anything about him? No, I-I'm sorry.
Okay, what about security cameras? [ Sighs .]
There aren't any.
So we got nothing.
We got the number on the paper.
The what? SE-143382-IT99.
That's some memory.
[ Chuckles .]
Okay, well, what is it? [ Typing .]
A combination? Coordinates, maybe? No, no, no.
It is, uh It's a tracking number [ Taps key .]
for a package sent from Valletta, Malta, five days ago.
Where is it now? [ Bell dings .]
Can I help you? You can say that.
[ Door bell jingles .]
Sam: There he is.
That's fake cop.
Yes, it is.
[ Engine starts .]
[ Siren wailing in distance .]
[ Engine turns off .]
Why did he bring the relic? Don't know.
Don't care.
All right, here's the play -- we head in there and we kick fake cop's real ass.
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Look at this.
[ Vehicle approaching .]
What the hell? [ Car door opens .]
Oh, look, it's your girlfriend.
[ Car door closes .]
[ Exhales sharply .]
So much for simple.
Everything's on schedule? Yes, ma'am, even with all the complications.
[ Scoffs .]
Complications are what I pay you for.
Maybe we should talk about a raise.
We really shouldn't.
Scarpatti, thank you so much for coming.
Well, what can I say? When somebody's screwing me, I like to look into their eye.
No one's screwing -- Really? Wasn't for me, that wouldn't even be here.
All right? I already made a deal.
With a dead man.
Well, he wasn't dead at the time.
Times change.
- Mr.
Miele was the competition, so - Yeah, soyou killed him? I cornered the market.
Really? So I, uh, I suppose you don't plan on, um, honoring his price.
So what if I say no? Oh, if you won't pay, he will.
Who's “he”? [ Chuckles .]
You know the deal's crap when we start drawing flies.
If that's what you think, there is the door.
Yeah, well, fat chance.
Now then Shall we begin? [ Whispers .]
[ Exhales deeply .]
You're worried.
You're not? I [ Inhales deeply .]
[ Train whistle blowing .]
God will see us through.
Yeah, he really won't.
You're not a believer.
Oh, I believe.
Hell, I know.
God? He doesn't give a damn about you or me or anyone else.
So if you're expecting some sort of a-a miracle to happen, well [ Chuckles .]
good luck.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean that God would reach down and protect us.
Of course that's not going to happen.
But I believe that all good things are God's things.
And what your brother's doing, it's a good thing.
Yeah, or a stupid thing.
Or both.
Many times, they can be the same.
Sam: Yeah, I got it.
I got it.
I got it.
Just go easy.
[ Guns cock .]
I know where I'm going, so just Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Take it easy.
I'm not here to fight.
Then why are you here? [ Clears throat .]
JustMay I? [ Unlocks briefcase .]
I'm here to buy.
Solet's make a deal.
Okay? That's all.
He's in.
Let's go.
It's just business.
Sam! [ Briefcase thuds .]
So very, very good to see you again.
I'm sorry.
I thought you were working for me.
And I thought you were working for me.
Right, yeah.
Turns out I'm working for me.
I don't trust him.
Oh, well, I don't know.
I'm quite fond of Sam.
And besides, money's money.
Hmm? Hmm.
[ Exhales deeply .]
Pardon me.
The hell are you doing here? Creating a distraction.
[ Grunting .]
“Creating a distraction”? Lying, it's a sin.
[ Exhales sharply .]
[ Thud .]
[ Gun cocks .]
Is he okay? Y-- All right, I wanna make this simple.
I want each of you to think of your price, your very best price, and write it down on a piece of paper.
The one with the most zeroes wins.
- Agreed? - Yeah, whatever.
What he said.
All right, that's all of 'em.
What now? [ Gun cocks .]
You stay here and you stay down.
I'll say a prayer.
You do that.
[ Briefcase locks .]
Good luck.
If you would.
Cromarty: Sure.
From Lurch over here, $634,000 and 2 cents.
[ Laughs .]
2 cents.
From the boss, $3 million.
Yeah, well, you tried.
That's the most important part.
Really? [ Chuckles .]
And from Fats over there nothing.
What? Nothing? Is this a joke to you? Oh, no.
I intend to buy the skull just not from you.
Kill her.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, easy.
Hand me the relic, and I will pay you $1 million cash right now.
Cromarty has been working for me for years, and I can assure you [ Gunshot .]
[ Gasps .]
[ Thud .]
Really should've talked about that raise.
[ Gunfire .]
- Whoa! [ Gunfire continues .]
- Aah! Pater Nostro [ Speaking Italian .]
[ Choir singing in foreign language .]
No! No! [ Gunshot .]
[ Grunts .]
[ Thud .]
No! [ Gunshot .]
Aah! [ Gun clatters .]
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Sam: You all right? I think I got shot.
II [ Groans .]
Looks like he just grazed you.
A few more inches to the left and, uh [ Clicks tongue .]
[ Breathes deeply .]
It's a miracle.
[ Breathes deeply .]
[ Gasps .]
Ah! UhI didn't know this would happen.
II'll give you anything you want, huh? The blood, where is it? It, uh doesn't exist.
YouWhat? Wait a second.
- You told us -- - Exactly what you wanted to hear.
It was just a bit of Chicanery? Exactly.
Wellchicane this.
[ Grunts .]
[ Thud .]
No, no.
No, no, no.
Don't -- You -- you -- you've made a mistake.
[ Police radio chatter .]
[ Jet engine roars .]
You sure you're gonna be okay? I am.
Grazie Mille.
Thank you for everything.
You know it's just a hunk of bone, right? I do, but everyone, we all have faith in something, even if it's just “a hunk of bone.
” By the way, I-I-I was reading about you.
Um, what is, uh Apostolic Protonotary Supernumery? - A what now? - Oh.
It -- it doesn't mean anything.
It's just a title the Pope gives for good works.
The Pope gave that to you? What -- You met the Pope? Yeah.
He called me un uomo santissimo.
What does that mean? “A most holy man.
” What? Before you go, we're gonna need one more thing.
[ Sighs .]
Well, one down, three to go.
What? Come on.
I know that look.
What's on your mind? I don't know.
I mean -- I mean, you know You ever feel like we're -- we're doing nothing but playing defense? You know, bouncing from one apocalypse to the next? Well, it's not exactly our call.
I know that, and I'm not saying we don't do good.
But -- but no matter how many people we save, there will be more people that need saving.
No matter how many monsters we kill -- There's always gonna be another one around the corner.
You think we could ever change things? I mean, really change things? You know, stop all the monsters, all the bad? That would be nice.
[ Chuckles .]
So what are you thinkin'? Think that'll work? I have faith.
[ Chuckles .]