Supernatural: The Animation (2011) s01e08 Episode Script
Everlasting Love
NANCY: Hm? Are you all right? Are you not feeling well? [GASPS.]
What are you doing? [SCREAMING.]
Someone, help me! Serial killing spree? Yeah.
Four were killed in the last six months.
The victims were all young women with blond hair and blue eyes.
Now, tell me why you're interested in this case? The bodies.
An internal organ was taken out of every body after the murder.
Which means their organs might've been used for satanic rituals of some sort? SAM: Yeah, we could think of this as one of the "signs.
" We must put a stop to this so that no one else will suffer like Jessica or Mom.
Okay.
Got it.
- But, Sam - What? Don't get too into it.
Play it cool, all right? Yeah.
SAM: Do you have a suspect? - What? Suspect? If I did, I'd already have the perpetrator in custody.
What are the federal agents doing here to begin with? SAM: So you have no clues? - Nothing at all! But according to the public records there were suspicious fingerprints at Nancy Logan's murder scene.
- They're not relevant.
SAM: But Anyway, we have found no clues leading to any living person.
Thanks for coming, but I guess your trip was a waste.
DEAN: We're totally stuck.
There are no apparent connections among the four victims.
What the hell is going on? Hey, Dean, take a look at this.
What? Serial killings of blond women in Boston 15 years ago? - Are you serious? - Not only that.
Similar serial killings of blond women have been happening in various locations every 15 years since the 1960s.
Atlanta.
New Orleans.
Seattle.
On top of that, six women were murdered in every single case.
So you think the same person is responsible in the most recent killings? Considering the precious few cases, it's consistent.
Four women have been killed so far.
Which means we have two more to go? Yeah.
But how come it's every 15 years? I don't know.
But if a demon has a hand in this case those women might've been victimized for a certain purpose.
We must stop this before two more women are killed.
[SIRENS WAILING.]
What's that ruckus all about? Don't tell me DEAN: Damn it! SAM: Hey, Dean.
- What is it? Do you smell something? Smell? [SNIFFS.]
Oh, yeah.
What the heck is this smell? It smells familiar.
Could this be? - Right.
It's formalin.
- Wait a minute! Do you think it's a dead body or something that's been killing all those young women? It's not impossible if you use voodoo or black magic.
Besides, if it's the demon himself that has possessed the body I guess it's not impossible.
But still Frankly speaking, it's been bugging me.
Bugging you? Like what? SAM: What that detective said earlier.
Anyway, we have found no clues leading to any living person.
I'm wondering why he put it that way.
I guess we need to look into it.
DETECTIVE: The fingerprint belongs to Abigail Sullivan.
She died in a car accident in 1962.
- Are you sure? - Yeah, it's been confirmed.
Abigail's body is buried in a cemetery in Santa Barbara, California.
Then why would her fingerprints show up at Nancy Logan's murder scene? How am I supposed to know? I want that answer myself.
Found it.
This is it.
"Dr.
and Mrs.
Richard Sullivan's car collided with a truck head-on.
His wife, Abigail Sullivan, who was in the car, died.
" SAM: Her husband, Richard, seems to have been an up-and-coming researcher in the medical world back then for all his innovative studies.
I see.
So he was a celebrity.
"Richard miraculously survived but his wife died almost instantaneously due to the injury to her internal organs.
" We should confirm this with Richard just in case.
But it's been almost 50 years since the accident.
We don't know where he is or if he's still alive.
Don't worry.
This article is only two years old.
[SAM READS ON-SCREEN TEXT.]
Richard Sullivan is alive here in Chicago.
DEAN: He's alive? You must be Dr.
Richard Sullivan.
Yes, I am.
How can I help you? Well, we'd like to interview those who have lost their loved ones for an article.
And we're wondering if we could interview you.
But it's been 50 years.
Would that still work? Absolutely.
We appreciate your cooperation.
Please tell us what happened at the time of your wife's death.
We know it's hard for you, but It was the first anniversary of Abigail's and my marriage.
This is a gift for our anniversary.
Just one flower? [CHUCKLES.]
I'll add one more next year and another one the following year.
Someday the bouquet will be so big that you can barely hold it.
ABIGAIL: Oh, Richard.
RICHARD: We were at the height of our happiness but on the way home that day [TIRES SCREECHING AND CRASH.]
[GROANS.]
Richard Abby! [GASPS.]
Abby! Are you all right? Hang in there! Hold on.
I'll go get someone to help us.
ABIGAIL: The flower What did you say? I wish it could've been many, many roses.
Abby! ABIGAIL: I love you, Richard.
RICHARD: Abby! Please don't die! Abby! I think I understood back then what death truly means to humans.
I'm sorry we asked you to talk about something so painful.
It's all right.
It's been 50 years.
DEAN: Do you happen to have Abigail's picture? Her picture? What would you do with it? We might include it in our article.
Unfortunately, I don't have any here.
You don't? Not even one? Right.
I got rid of them.
I don't need them now.
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACH.]
Hm? What are you doing out here, Michelle? You should stay in bed.
I have guests over right now.
[GASPS.]
Come on, Michelle.
She's gorgeous.
Don't you agree, Sam? Sorry for the disruption.
Not at all.
Who was that lady? - She's my wife.
- Your wife? She's under the weather, so I told her to take it easy.
Are you surprised that I'm remarried to a very young woman? Well, sort of.
Eventually you'll understand that we can't live alone.
We just can't live alone.
SAM: Hey, did you notice? That old man had perfume on.
- So did that woman that came in later.
- So what? Well, under normal circumstances, sick people don't like the smell of perfume.
She had it on to conceal the smell of something else.
Hey, wait a minute.
Do you mean like formalin? It's quite possible that the deceased Abigail Sullivan was treated with formalin, isn't it? But how can we confirm that? She's buried in California.
Yeah, that's right.
I'm in California now.
Santa Barbara? It's not that far from here.
What? Sam, are you out of your mind? Why do I have to? [CLICKS AND DIAL TONE.]
Hello? Hello? Damn! He hung up, telling me only what he wanted.
[GASPING.]
[DOOR KNOCKS.]
RICHARD: Honey, how're you feeling? I'm all right RICHARD: Do you need anything? I'm all right RICHARD: Honey.
ABIGAIL Leave me alone.
SAM: How much longer will it take? Hey, just calm down, Sammy.
Don't call me that! [CELL PHONE RINGS.]
Is that you, Bobby? So how was it? I don't know what to say.
Just like you said, the coffin was empty.
But there was a picture in it instead.
I'll scan it and e-mail it to you right away.
SAM: She looks like that old man's young wife! She's not a look-alike.
Look at this.
See where the mole is? Abigail and Michelle are the same person.
Then the perpetrator of the serial killings is Right.
It's her.
Abigail Sullivan.
But why would she attack those women and take their internal organs? Abigail died from the injury to her internal organs.
So she needed the internal organs of young women of similar age to keep living.
And she disguised herself as Michelle to approach Richard.
But she was already buried.
How did she? I don't know.
But what I know for sure is that Abigail will attack one more person.
We need to stop it at all costs.
It's over for you! No more senseless killing! Now, put down your surgical knife peacefully, Miss Abigail.
RICHARD: Did you say Abigail? - That voice! What the?! RICHARD: I knew it.
Ever since you came to my house, I had a feeling that this would happen.
I see.
You disguised yourself.
DEAN: You did it? What about Abigail then? She's so gentle that she can't even kill a bug.
So you did this to keep your wife alive? What a jerk! You did it to fulfill your own desire? You two are too young to understand what kind of sorrow and despair I had to endure when I lost my beloved wife.
RICHARD: Why did you go by yourself? Abby RICHARD: But I soon realized what talent and skills I had.
Abby, I promised that I'd bring you back to life.
RICHARD: I repeated trial after trial.
And one day [GRUNTS.]
Richard? Good morning, Abby.
RICHARD: She came back to life with my skills, talent and power of love.
But, unfortunately, her internal organs last only 15 years.
That's why similar killings happened every 15 years? RICHARD: Right.
That's the proof of my love for her.
Sam, this guy is Yeah, he's totally insane.
[SAM GRUNTS.]
If you don' t want him killed, put down your gun.
ABIGAIL: No more of this.
Richard.
Abby, you Please stop this.
Enough is enough.
Don't harm innocent people for my sake.
You've been aware of what I've been doing? Yes.
[SLICING.]
[ABIGAIL PANTS.]
ABIGAIL: I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I am responsible for whom you've become.
I am so sorry.
RICHARD: Abby, it's not your fault.
I've done this on my own.
We must end this.
Don't be ridiculous! I don't ever want to lose you again.
I love you! Don't you understand? I know all too well, Richard.
I love you too.
Forever [RICHARD GROANS.]
[SIRENS WAILING.]
DETECTIVE: What the hell is going on? How did you figure out that old man was the perpetrator? Well, that's sort of Oh, I know.
Don't tell me.
You just can't tell me.
Right? That's how federal agents always are.
Well, shall we get going? - Listen, Dean.
- Huh? If I keep dwelling on Jessica, I may end up Don't even go there.
You're not like him.
- But - That old man had only her.
But who do you have? My bro.
That's right! So don't waste your time on silly stuff.
Let's go! We've got things to do.
[CROWD CHATTERING.]
WOMAN: I can't believe it! But I saw it for sure! I swear! [English - US - SDH.]
What are you doing? [SCREAMING.]
Someone, help me! Serial killing spree? Yeah.
Four were killed in the last six months.
The victims were all young women with blond hair and blue eyes.
Now, tell me why you're interested in this case? The bodies.
An internal organ was taken out of every body after the murder.
Which means their organs might've been used for satanic rituals of some sort? SAM: Yeah, we could think of this as one of the "signs.
" We must put a stop to this so that no one else will suffer like Jessica or Mom.
Okay.
Got it.
- But, Sam - What? Don't get too into it.
Play it cool, all right? Yeah.
SAM: Do you have a suspect? - What? Suspect? If I did, I'd already have the perpetrator in custody.
What are the federal agents doing here to begin with? SAM: So you have no clues? - Nothing at all! But according to the public records there were suspicious fingerprints at Nancy Logan's murder scene.
- They're not relevant.
SAM: But Anyway, we have found no clues leading to any living person.
Thanks for coming, but I guess your trip was a waste.
DEAN: We're totally stuck.
There are no apparent connections among the four victims.
What the hell is going on? Hey, Dean, take a look at this.
What? Serial killings of blond women in Boston 15 years ago? - Are you serious? - Not only that.
Similar serial killings of blond women have been happening in various locations every 15 years since the 1960s.
Atlanta.
New Orleans.
Seattle.
On top of that, six women were murdered in every single case.
So you think the same person is responsible in the most recent killings? Considering the precious few cases, it's consistent.
Four women have been killed so far.
Which means we have two more to go? Yeah.
But how come it's every 15 years? I don't know.
But if a demon has a hand in this case those women might've been victimized for a certain purpose.
We must stop this before two more women are killed.
[SIRENS WAILING.]
What's that ruckus all about? Don't tell me DEAN: Damn it! SAM: Hey, Dean.
- What is it? Do you smell something? Smell? [SNIFFS.]
Oh, yeah.
What the heck is this smell? It smells familiar.
Could this be? - Right.
It's formalin.
- Wait a minute! Do you think it's a dead body or something that's been killing all those young women? It's not impossible if you use voodoo or black magic.
Besides, if it's the demon himself that has possessed the body I guess it's not impossible.
But still Frankly speaking, it's been bugging me.
Bugging you? Like what? SAM: What that detective said earlier.
Anyway, we have found no clues leading to any living person.
I'm wondering why he put it that way.
I guess we need to look into it.
DETECTIVE: The fingerprint belongs to Abigail Sullivan.
She died in a car accident in 1962.
- Are you sure? - Yeah, it's been confirmed.
Abigail's body is buried in a cemetery in Santa Barbara, California.
Then why would her fingerprints show up at Nancy Logan's murder scene? How am I supposed to know? I want that answer myself.
Found it.
This is it.
"Dr.
and Mrs.
Richard Sullivan's car collided with a truck head-on.
His wife, Abigail Sullivan, who was in the car, died.
" SAM: Her husband, Richard, seems to have been an up-and-coming researcher in the medical world back then for all his innovative studies.
I see.
So he was a celebrity.
"Richard miraculously survived but his wife died almost instantaneously due to the injury to her internal organs.
" We should confirm this with Richard just in case.
But it's been almost 50 years since the accident.
We don't know where he is or if he's still alive.
Don't worry.
This article is only two years old.
[SAM READS ON-SCREEN TEXT.]
Richard Sullivan is alive here in Chicago.
DEAN: He's alive? You must be Dr.
Richard Sullivan.
Yes, I am.
How can I help you? Well, we'd like to interview those who have lost their loved ones for an article.
And we're wondering if we could interview you.
But it's been 50 years.
Would that still work? Absolutely.
We appreciate your cooperation.
Please tell us what happened at the time of your wife's death.
We know it's hard for you, but It was the first anniversary of Abigail's and my marriage.
This is a gift for our anniversary.
Just one flower? [CHUCKLES.]
I'll add one more next year and another one the following year.
Someday the bouquet will be so big that you can barely hold it.
ABIGAIL: Oh, Richard.
RICHARD: We were at the height of our happiness but on the way home that day [TIRES SCREECHING AND CRASH.]
[GROANS.]
Richard Abby! [GASPS.]
Abby! Are you all right? Hang in there! Hold on.
I'll go get someone to help us.
ABIGAIL: The flower What did you say? I wish it could've been many, many roses.
Abby! ABIGAIL: I love you, Richard.
RICHARD: Abby! Please don't die! Abby! I think I understood back then what death truly means to humans.
I'm sorry we asked you to talk about something so painful.
It's all right.
It's been 50 years.
DEAN: Do you happen to have Abigail's picture? Her picture? What would you do with it? We might include it in our article.
Unfortunately, I don't have any here.
You don't? Not even one? Right.
I got rid of them.
I don't need them now.
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACH.]
Hm? What are you doing out here, Michelle? You should stay in bed.
I have guests over right now.
[GASPS.]
Come on, Michelle.
She's gorgeous.
Don't you agree, Sam? Sorry for the disruption.
Not at all.
Who was that lady? - She's my wife.
- Your wife? She's under the weather, so I told her to take it easy.
Are you surprised that I'm remarried to a very young woman? Well, sort of.
Eventually you'll understand that we can't live alone.
We just can't live alone.
SAM: Hey, did you notice? That old man had perfume on.
- So did that woman that came in later.
- So what? Well, under normal circumstances, sick people don't like the smell of perfume.
She had it on to conceal the smell of something else.
Hey, wait a minute.
Do you mean like formalin? It's quite possible that the deceased Abigail Sullivan was treated with formalin, isn't it? But how can we confirm that? She's buried in California.
Yeah, that's right.
I'm in California now.
Santa Barbara? It's not that far from here.
What? Sam, are you out of your mind? Why do I have to? [CLICKS AND DIAL TONE.]
Hello? Hello? Damn! He hung up, telling me only what he wanted.
[GASPING.]
[DOOR KNOCKS.]
RICHARD: Honey, how're you feeling? I'm all right RICHARD: Do you need anything? I'm all right RICHARD: Honey.
ABIGAIL Leave me alone.
SAM: How much longer will it take? Hey, just calm down, Sammy.
Don't call me that! [CELL PHONE RINGS.]
Is that you, Bobby? So how was it? I don't know what to say.
Just like you said, the coffin was empty.
But there was a picture in it instead.
I'll scan it and e-mail it to you right away.
SAM: She looks like that old man's young wife! She's not a look-alike.
Look at this.
See where the mole is? Abigail and Michelle are the same person.
Then the perpetrator of the serial killings is Right.
It's her.
Abigail Sullivan.
But why would she attack those women and take their internal organs? Abigail died from the injury to her internal organs.
So she needed the internal organs of young women of similar age to keep living.
And she disguised herself as Michelle to approach Richard.
But she was already buried.
How did she? I don't know.
But what I know for sure is that Abigail will attack one more person.
We need to stop it at all costs.
It's over for you! No more senseless killing! Now, put down your surgical knife peacefully, Miss Abigail.
RICHARD: Did you say Abigail? - That voice! What the?! RICHARD: I knew it.
Ever since you came to my house, I had a feeling that this would happen.
I see.
You disguised yourself.
DEAN: You did it? What about Abigail then? She's so gentle that she can't even kill a bug.
So you did this to keep your wife alive? What a jerk! You did it to fulfill your own desire? You two are too young to understand what kind of sorrow and despair I had to endure when I lost my beloved wife.
RICHARD: Why did you go by yourself? Abby RICHARD: But I soon realized what talent and skills I had.
Abby, I promised that I'd bring you back to life.
RICHARD: I repeated trial after trial.
And one day [GRUNTS.]
Richard? Good morning, Abby.
RICHARD: She came back to life with my skills, talent and power of love.
But, unfortunately, her internal organs last only 15 years.
That's why similar killings happened every 15 years? RICHARD: Right.
That's the proof of my love for her.
Sam, this guy is Yeah, he's totally insane.
[SAM GRUNTS.]
If you don' t want him killed, put down your gun.
ABIGAIL: No more of this.
Richard.
Abby, you Please stop this.
Enough is enough.
Don't harm innocent people for my sake.
You've been aware of what I've been doing? Yes.
[SLICING.]
[ABIGAIL PANTS.]
ABIGAIL: I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I am responsible for whom you've become.
I am so sorry.
RICHARD: Abby, it's not your fault.
I've done this on my own.
We must end this.
Don't be ridiculous! I don't ever want to lose you again.
I love you! Don't you understand? I know all too well, Richard.
I love you too.
Forever [RICHARD GROANS.]
[SIRENS WAILING.]
DETECTIVE: What the hell is going on? How did you figure out that old man was the perpetrator? Well, that's sort of Oh, I know.
Don't tell me.
You just can't tell me.
Right? That's how federal agents always are.
Well, shall we get going? - Listen, Dean.
- Huh? If I keep dwelling on Jessica, I may end up Don't even go there.
You're not like him.
- But - That old man had only her.
But who do you have? My bro.
That's right! So don't waste your time on silly stuff.
Let's go! We've got things to do.
[CROWD CHATTERING.]
WOMAN: I can't believe it! But I saw it for sure! I swear! [English - US - SDH.]