Épisode Les amazones S07E13 - Supernatural Saison 7

 

 

 

 

 

Résumé des épisodes précédents.

Un homme travaille sur son ordinateur portable, dans son salon. Il entend des bruits étranges, se retourne un instant, puis repart à ses occupations. Soudain, il est projeté contre le mur, et une personne, que l'on ne perçoit pas correctement, lui coupe ses deux mains et ses deux pieds, puis lui grave un symbole au couteau sur son torse. La caméra fait un plan large du corps démembré.

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Tandis que Sam conduit, Dean se réveille enfin. Son premier geste est de boire une gorgée dans la flasque de Bobby, ce qui déclenche une réflexion de Sam, qui rappelle à son frère qu'ils ont une affaire à examiner. Dean se montre sceptique sur la nature paranormale de l'affaire en question, mais Sam argumente que des hommes adultes ne se mettent pas à voler à travers une pièce de manière naturelle. De plus, d'après lui, étant donné qu'ils n'ont rien de plus sur Dick Roman pour le moment, il faut qu'ils restent occupés.

Le boys se rendent à la morgue pour entendre ce que le jeune médecin-légiste a à dire. Il leur montre le corps de la dernière victime en date, et tandis qu'il se lance dans une explication des plus morbides, Sam prend une photo du symbole gravé sur le torse. Puis le médecin leur explique que la victime a mordu son assaillant, qui a donc laissé une trace génétique. Le problème est qu'il n'a pu être identifié, car les traces ne réfèrent à rien d'humain.

Les Winchesters sortent de la morgue. Dean admet qu'ils ont sûrement affaire à quelque chose d'anormal, et qui est donc dans leur rayon. Sam propose de retourner à l'hôtel pour faire des recherches sur le symbole inconnu. Dean l'encourage à faire ça, tandis que lui va se rendre au bar du coin pour "se fondre dans la masse et trouver des indices".

Au bar de la ville, Dean rencontre Lydia, une jeune femme qui se montre très entreprenante. Ils boivent un verre, et se confient sur leurs "projets". Dean se fait passer pour un riche investisseur au succès grandissant, ce qui semble plaire à Lydia. Après quelques gorgées d'alcool, elle lui propose d'aller ailleurs.

Tandis que chez Lydia, Dean et elle passent aux choses sérieuses, dans le même temps, un homme se fait tuer de la même façon que la victime que les frères ont vu. Il se fait projeter contre un mur et se fait couper les  membres.

Le lendemain, Sam et Dean se rendent sur la scène de crime. Dean se montre satisfait de la nuit qu'il vient de passer. Sam lui apprend qu'il n'a rien trouvé sur le symbole et qu'il va falloir l'aide d'un expert, ce à quoi Dean répond que le leur est mort. Plus tard, ils entrent dans l'appartement pour trouver le médecin légiste et la capitaine de police, qui leur expliquent qu'ils ont affaire à la même procédure. L'homme a été démembré, il connaissait le succès, et n'avait pas d'ennemis connus. Tandis que Dean suit le légiste, Sam rencontre l'un des voisins de la victime, qui lui apprend que l'homme a eu une relation d'une nuit, ce qui lui a causé des problèmes avec sa femme.

Tandis que Sam parle de l'aventure de la victime à Dean, celui-ci se rend compte qu'il a laissé la flasque de Bobby chez Lydia. Il décide de l'appeler, ce qui lui vaut quelques railleries de la part de Sam. Lydia répond, mais elle se comporte quelque peu froidement, et promet de rappeler si elle trouve la flasque, puis elle dit qu'elle est occupée et raccroche. Sam ne dit rien, mais son sourire en dit long. Nous voyons Lydia, et on se rend compte que la jeune femme est enceinte de plusieurs mois.

Dans une sorte de temple, nous assistons à l'accouchement de Lydia, supervisé par une femme d'âge mûr à l'air revêche. Une sage-femme réceptionne le bébé lorsqu'elle arrive et la tend à Lydia. La superviseuse décide de l'appeler Emma.

Au département d'anthropologie de l'université locale, Sam et Dean rencontrent le professeur Morrison, afin qu'il leur dise ce que signifie le symbole. Si le professeur se montre intéressé, il fait savoir qu'il espère que le FBI le rémunérera pour ses services. Les boys lui promettent l'éternelle gratitude de la nation. Le professeur ne bronche pas, et fait savoir que le symbole est ancien et cultuel, et qu'il va lui falloir quelques recherches. Les boys décident de revenir le lendemain, ce qui semble tôt pour le professeur. Après un léger coup de pression, il accepte, à condition d'obtenir une carte verte.

Les boys sortent et Dean fait savoir qu'il n'est pas satisfait du soit-disant expert trouvé par Sam. Sam lui fait remarquer que, bien qu'il ait lui aussi envie d'appeler Bobby, celui-ci n'est plus là, et qu'il va falloir faire avec. Dean arrête la conversation lorsqu'il vérifie si Lydia a appelé. Sam se moque de nouveau, mais Dean décide de l'ignorer et de se rendre chez la jeune femme pour récupérer la flasque.

Dean frappe chez Lydia. Celle-ci ne semble pas ravie de le voir, mais accepte tout de même de le laisser entrer pour qu'il récupère sa flasque. Dean entre, et voit alors une petite fille dans un lit en bois. Surpris, il pense d'abord que Lydia fait du baby-sitting, mais il l'est encore plus lorsqu'elle lui avoue à demi-mots qu'il s'agit de sa fille. Il dit bonjour à Emma, puis son téléphone sonne. C'est Sam, qui lui demande de le rejoindre à la morgue dès qu'il aura fini son affaire. Dean n'écoute plus qu'à moitié quand il entend la petite fille demander intelligemment à sa mère qui est l'homme dans le salon. Dean raccroche, laissant Sam partir seul à la morgue.

A la morgue, le légiste montre à Sam le corps d'une nouvelle victime, tuée de manière similaire aux précédentes. Ils sont interrompues par la capitaine de police, qui semble agacée de savoir que le FBI travaille toujours sur cette affaire. Le légiste vient à la rescousse de Sam en parlant d'une affaire similaire qui a eu lieue à Chicago. Une fois la cheftaine partie, il donne une copie de l'affaire en question à Sam, et lui dit que la dernière victime est sortie avec une femme rencontrée au bar du coin, deux jours avant son meurtre.

Dean fait le guet devant la maison de Lydia, lorsque deux femmes viennent frapper chez elle. Sam appelle à ce moment-là, pour lui parler d'affaires similaires ayant eu lieu deux ans auparavant à Chicago, et avant ça, à Miami. Il fait ensuite remarquer à son frère que les victimes du coin ont eu des aventures avec des femmes rencontrées au bar populaire de la ville. Puis Dean avoue qu'il s'est passé quelque chose d'étrange. Bien que Sam ne prenne pas les allégations de son frère au sérieux, il lui propose son aide, ce que Dean refuse. Dean raccroche, et suit les deux femmes qui partent avec Emma, qui n'a plus rien d'un bébé. Dean les suit jusque dans une ruelle, à l'abri des regards, et les voit rentrer dans un bâtiment.

Au motel, Dean parle du bébé Emma devenue une petite fille au moins âgée de 5 ans. Sam ne cache pas son scepticisme, et se moque une fois de plus de son frère, mais ce dernier est persuadé qu'il se passe quelque chose d'étrange, car il sait que Lydia n'avait pas d'enfant la nuit où ils ont couché ensemble. La conversation est interrompue lorsque Sam reçoit un message du professeur Morrisson.

Dans le temple, la superviseuse fait distribuer des morceaux de chair et un verre de lait aux fillettes, tout en leur parlant de la déesse qui les ont créé. Ca semble être un rite d'initiation. La petite Emma semble d'abord hésitante, puis, elle avale le morceau de chair.

A l'université, le professeur leur explique que le symbole est un symbole de rituel provenant des Amazones, un groupe de guerrières venant de la Grèce Antique, et qui représente leur dévotion à la déesse Harmonie qui, avec le dieu Arès, les a créé. Les Amazones formaient un culte exclusivement féminin, les hommes n'étant admis que lorsqu'elles devaient procréer. Une fois leur destin accompli, elles coupaient les membres des hommes en question.

Au commissariat, la cheftaine, qui est en fait une Amazone, fait un rapport à la superviseuse sur Dean et Sam. Elle a découvert qu'ils étaient des chasseurs. Dean étant déjà sur leur liste, il suffit donc pour elles de rajouter Sam pour s'en débarrasser.

Maintenant qu'ils ont été aiguillés par le professeur, Dean et Sam peuvent faire des recherches plus précises sur les Amazones. Dean essaie de trouver quelque chose dans les affaires de Bobby, mais la tâche s'avère compliquée. Sam en revanche, trouve quelques informations sur le net. Les Amazones ayant vu leur population décimée par la guerre, elles ont fait un marché avec Harmonie, qui les a transformé en monstres. Elles ont désormais la capacité de se reproduire très rapidement, en ayant un enfant en 36 heures après avoir fait l'amour avec un homme. L'enfant grandit très vite, puis une fois adulte, elle grandit normalement. Dean se rend compte qu'il est sans doute le père de l'enfant de Lydia, mais refuse de se l'entendre dire par Sam. Il sait néanmoins que les Amazones vont venir chercher ses pieds et ses mains.

Au temple, les petites filles, dont Emma, sont maintenant de jeunes adolescentes. La superviseuse marque leurs poignets au fer rouge du symbole Amazone, et les prépare à la prochaine étape. Celle qui consiste à endurer la douleur et à l'infliger.

Dean et Sam au motel, sont à la recherche d'un moyen de tuer les Amazones, avant qu'elles ne viennent s'en prendre à Dean. Tandis que Dean avoue à son frère qu'il a fait croire à Lydia qu'il était un riche investisseur, il semble attiré par une vieille feuille qui a bougé. Il est convaincu de ne pas l'avoir touché, aussi Sam sort l'EMF. Sam repère alors la fenêtre ouverte, mais Dean semble penser que peut-être que Bobby est dans le coin et tente de les aider, d'autant que le parchemin est écrit en grec. Sam rappelle à Dean qu'ils ont brûlé le corps de Bobby, et qu'il faut qu'ils se concentrent sur ce qui est réel, pas sur ce qu'ils voudraient. Il décide quand même de faire traduire le parchemin par le professeur Morrisson, et défend Dean de sortir du motel en son absence.

Sam arrive dans le bureau du professeur et lui tend le parchemin. Le professeur semble peu ravi de voir Sam lui donner du travail pour lequel il n'est, selon lui, pas assez payé. Sam lui promet que la récompense sera à la hauteur.

Au motel, quelqu'un frappe à la porte de la chambre des boys. Dean hésite avant d'ouvrir, puis se décide. Emma se présente à lui, et lui demande de l'aide. Apeurée, elle dit que Dean est le seul en qui elle peut avoir confiance, car il est son père.

Emma dit à Dean qu'elle s'est enfuie car elle ne veut pas devenir une Amazone. Dean se laisse amadouer et la fait entrer. Elle lui demande de la protéger et de l'emmener loin d'ici, d'où elle pourra se prendre en main. Dean reste prudent, mais semble touché par le désespoir de sa "fille".

A l'université, le professeur semble fasciné par le document qu'il a entre les mains. Après plusieurs explications inutiles, il révèle à Sam que le parchemin explique le processus d'un rituel d'initiation des jeunes Amazones. Les enfants nées de la relation précédente doivent elles-mêmes tuer leurs pères.

Pendant ce temps, Dean essaie toujours de croire ce qu'Emma vient de lui dire. Elle lui avoue qu'elle a faim.

Sam se fait attaquer dans les couloirs par la cheftaine de police, qui n'est autre qu'une Amazone. Il parvient à la tuer avant qu'elle ne le fasse, mais son téléphone est hors d'usage, ce qui l'empêche de prévenir Dean.

Tandis que Dean regarde dans le frigo, Emma prend une longue dague. Mais Dean a prévu le coup et se retourne, une arme pointée vers Emma. Il avait pensé que ce serait Lydia qui viendrait, mais Emma lui dit que c'est à l'enfant de tuer le père. Elle essaie de le prendre par les sentiments pour lui faire baisser la garde, mais Dean reste vigilant. Pendant ce temps, Sam roule aussi vite qu'il peut pour arriver au motel, puis monte les marches rapidement et arrive devant la porte, pour entendre Dean essayer de convaincre Emma qu'elle peut encore changer et s'enfuir. Sam comprend que Dean ne la tuera pas, aussi entre-t-il en trombe et pointe une arme à son tour sur la jeune fille. Une fois de plus, Emma tente d'amadouer Dean en jouant les petites filles effrayées. Dean ne semble pas être capable de tirer sur elle, aussi, c'est Sam qui l'abat.

Dean et Sam, un peu plus tard, se rendent au repère des Amazones pour en finir, mais les guerrières ont déjà levé le camp, et lorsqu'ils arrivent, il est trop tard.

Sur la route. Sam semble en colère, ce que Dean comprend. Après sa tentative d'apaiser l'atmosphère, il demande à son frère de vider son sac. Sam lui rappelle alors qu'il n'avait pas hésité lorsqu'il s'agissait d'Amy, et qu'il avait des bonnes raisons de le faire. Dean assure qu'il allait tuer Emma, mais Sam n'en n'est pas convaincu. Il essaie de convaincre son frère qu'il ne s'agissait pas vraiment de sa fille, mais Dean dit le contraire. Sam sait qu'il ne va pas bien, mais il lui demande de rester concentré pour ne pas se faire tuer. Ce à quoi Dean répond qu'il fera ce qu'il pourra, et il stoppe net la conversation.

 

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INT. HOUSE – NIGHT

A MAN carrying a cup of coffee walks over to the sofa, sits down, hits a button on a laptop on the coffee table and picks up a piece of paper. A door opens and an INTRUDER, visible only from the legs downwards and wearing black boots with rubber soles, steps through the doorway. The MAN looks behind him.

MAN:
Barb, that you?

The MAN goes back to his work. The INTRUDER, who is holding a knife and is still visible only from the legs downwards, approaches. The MAN turns off music that was playing and gets up to close an open window. He sits back down on the sofa and continues to work. Something grabs him from behind and he goes flying with a yell into a framed picture on the wall. The glass shatters and he falls to the ground. The INTRUDER swings the knife at the MAN, he screams and blood splatters over his face. The INTRUDER continues to use the knife on the MAN as he screams, then rips open the MAN’s shirt and cuts him repeatedly. The INTRUDER’s face is indistinct. We see that a large design has been carved into the MAN’s chest. The camera pans out and we see that the MAN is dead and that his hands and feet have been cut off.

SUPERNATURAL (Title Card)

 

ACT ONE

EXT. ROAD – NIGHT

A car is being driven down the road. DEAN is asleep in the passenger seat and SAM is driving. SAM sighs. DEAN wakes.

SAM:
Morning.

DEAN:
Hey.

DEAN takes a flask out of his jacket, shakes it and unscrews the lid.

SAM:
Is that Bobby’s?

DEAN takes a drink.

SAM:
I didn’t know you kept that.

DEAN:
Yeah, mine sprung a leak.

SAM:
You know, most people would just carry a – a photo or something for a momento.

DEAN:
Shut up, man. I’m – I’m – I’m honoring the guy, all right? This is, uh, grief therapy, kind of like you and your wild-goose chase.

SAM:
Wild-goose chase?

DEAN:
Yeah.

SAM:
Four guys murdered in two weeks, hands and feet cut off.

DEAN:
Yeah, well, some guy with a foot fetish run amuck.

SAM:
Grown men thrown so hard they went through walls. Did you – did you even read the article?

SAM pushes a newspaper at DEAN.

DEAN:
No, I was napping.

SAM:
Well, anyway, what else you got going on? Dick Roman’s a dead end for now, you might as well –

DEAN:
Stay busy.

SAM:
Exactly.

DEAN:
Yeah.

INT. POLICE MORGUE – NIGHT

A FORENSICS OFFICER wheels the MAN from the beginning of the episode out of a locker. DEAN and SAM are wearing their FBI suits. DEAN, SAM and the FORENSICS OFFICER lean over the body.

FORENSICS OFFICER:
The latest, but probably not the last. You guys always work this late?

DEAN:
Ugh, hours suck. But, uh, great benefits package.

FORENSICS OFFICER:
Oh yeah?

DEAN:
Yeah. 10% co-pay on all drugs.

FORENSICS OFFICER:
Seriously?

DEAN smiles and nods.

FORENSICS OFFICER:
Oh, but just generic, right?

DEAN:
No, no. Name brands are cool.

FORENSICS OFFICER:
Oh.

DEAN:
Yeah.

SAM clears his throat.

SAM:
So. What’s our boy here weigh?

FORENSICS OFFICER:
Uh. A buck ninety. Thrown against a wall so hard it buckled. Based on the blood flow at the crime scene, the hands and feet were cut off while he was still alive, just like the others. The killer wanted him to suffer.

DEAN:
And all vics are male, right, with the same kind of, uh, artwork as this?

FORENSICS OFFICER:
Yeah. Identical.

SAM takes a picture of the design carved in the MAN’s chest on his phone.

SAM:
So, uh, DNA left at any of the scenes?

FORENSICS OFFICER:
All of them. One before this, the guy bit the attacker. Still had a chunk of flesh in his teeth when he came in. That’s about as good as it gets.

DEAN:
Right.

SAM:
So, we have a match?

FORENSICS OFFICER:
We do not.

The FORENSICS OFFICER hits a button on a computer keyboard and a window that says “Sample Rejected. No Known Genetic Markers” pops up on the screen.

FORENSICS OFFICER:
The samples were rejected. The genetic markers don’t match anything we’ve ever seen.

DEAN:
Didn’t match any person in the database?

FORENSICS OFFICER:
No, I mean they don’t match anything human.

DEAN:
Hmm.

SAM and DEAN walk towards the exit doors of the building, which say “SEATTLE POLICE FORENSICS”. SAM is looking at his phone.

DEAN:
I’ll admit it could be in the general vicinity...

They exit the building.

EXT. SEATTLE POLICE BUILDING – NIGHT

DEAN:
...of the ballpark of our kind of thing.

SAM:
Yeah, uh, “didn’t match anything human” usually seals the deal for me. I don’t know, I’ve never seen this symbol before.

SAM touches DEAN on the shoulder and DEAN turns to look at him.

SAM:
Let’s get a bite to eat, go back to the motel, haul out the laptop.

DEAN:
That’s a great idea. Actually, that’s a brilliant idea. Here’s my counter. You do that, I’ll go undercover, go mingle amongst the locals and see, uh, what kind of clues bubble to the surface.

SAM:
You’re going to a bar.

DEAN:
Wow. If you want to oversimplify it.

DEAN walks off.

INT. COBALT ROOM BAR – NIGHT

DEAN and a WOMAN are at a table. They are almost finished with their drinks.

WOMAN:
Uh, dinner and a movie, which sounded fine, except the movie was “Human Centipede.”

DEAN laughs.

DEAN:
What, so wait, uh, so you had a problem with that?

WOMAN:
The date from hell.

DEAN:
Dating, right? Ugh.

WOMAN:
But what’s the option? I don’t see settling down any time soon.

DEAN:
Well, that’s something you don’t hear every day.

WOMAN:
[Laughs] Oh, what, are you ready for the big commit?

DEAN:
Me? [chuckles] Not exactly.

WOMAN:
Nice suit, by the way. Guys don’t dress up much. I like it.

DEAN:
Yeah, well, it’s, uh, a conservative line of work.

DEAN finishes his whiskey. A waitress has given the WOMAN a new cocktail.

WOMAN:
What line is that?

DEAN:
Investment banking.

The waitress gives DEAN another whiskey.

WOMAN:
Oh, God.

DEAN:
[to waitress] Thanks.

WOMAN:
I hear the hours are ridic.

DEAN:
Yeah.

WOMAN:
But there’s money to be made.

DEAN:
I’ve had a fortunate year.

WOMAN:
Well.

The WOMAN raises her glass in a toast.

WOMAN:
May you have many more.

They clink glasses.

DEAN:
Arigatou.

WOMAN:
You speak Japanese?

DEAN:
Ah, enough to get by.

WOMAN:
Well, look at you.

DEAN:
Yeah, look at me.

DEAN looks down at the table, then back at the WOMAN.

WOMAN:
You want to move this conversation elsewhere?

INT. WOMAN’S HOUSE – NIGHT

DEAN and the WOMAN enter while kissing. The WOMAN helps DEAN out of his jacket as they continue to kiss.

INT. MAN’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

A MAN is watching television while eating popcorn and drinking a beer. There is a knock at the door.

INT. WOMAN’S HOUSE – NIGHT

DEAN and the WOMAN are still kissing. The WOMAN pulls off DEAN’s tie.

INT. MAN’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

The MAN goes to the door and looks through the peephole.

INT. WOMAN’S HOUSE – NIGHT

DEAN and the WOMAN are still kissing. The WOMAN undoes buttons on DEAN’s shirt.

INT. MAN’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

The MAN opens the door with a smile.

MAN:
Hi. What can I do for you?

INT. WOMAN’S HOUSE – NIGHT

The WOMAN pushes DEAN backwards.

INT. MAN’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

The MAN goes flying across the room into a wall.

INT. WOMAN’S HOUSE – NIGHT

The WOMAN takes off her shirt and kisses DEAN, who is backed up against French doors. She pushes his shirt off his shoulders and pushes him backwards through the doors into the bedroom. She takes off her pants and DEAN pushes his down. DEAN falls backwards onto the bed with a grunt. The WOMAN gets on top of DEAN, interlocks their fingers on one hand, then kisses him. DEAN rolls them over.

INT. MAN’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

The MAN rolls over on the floor. There is blood on his back, front, face and the floor.

INT. WOMAN’S HOUSE – NIGHT

The WOMAN rolls herself and DEAN over so that she is again on top.

INT. MAN’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

We see a close-up of a knife being lifted. The MAN lifts his head from the floor and raises an arm. There is a slashing sound and the sound of flesh tearing. The MAN screams and his face is splattered with blood.

INT. WOMAN’S HOUSE – NIGHT

The WOMAN is straddling DEAN and they are kissing. He lifts up his head to meet her and then lays his head back on the pillow. She sits back and tosses her hair, then slides her bra straps off her shoulders.

INT. MAN’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

Someone takes photographs of the design carved into the MAN’s chest.

INT. WOMAN’S HOUSE – NIGHT

The WOMAN unhooks and removes her bra. DEAN slides his hands up her body and she leans down to kiss him.

INT. MAN’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

Someone takes photographs of the MAN’s blood-splattered face.

INT. WOMAN’S HOUSE – NIGHT

The WOMAN and DEAN kiss.

INT. MAN’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

Someone takes photographs of the stump at the end of one of the MAN’s arms.

INT. WOMAN’S HOUSE – NIGHT

The WOMAN and DEAN kiss.

INT. MAN’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

Someone takes photographs of the blood-splattered crime scene, the MAN’s body, and the stump of one of his legs.

INT. WOMAN’S HOUSE – NIGHT

The WOMAN moves on top of DEAN in bed.

INT. MAN’S APARTMENT – NIGHT

We see more photographs from the crime scene, ending with the design carved into the MAN’s chest.

INT. WOMAN’S HOUSE – NIGHT

The WOMAN sits up. DEAN lies on his back in the bed with his eyes closed, then opens them and looks at the ceiling. He exhales audibly.

EXT. STREET OUTSIDE APARTMENT BUILDINGS – DAY

A police officer is making notes next to a police car. SAM and DEAN are walking across the street.

DEAN:
Ugh.

SAM:
You look like crap.

DEAN:
Yeah, well, I feel worse than I look. I do recommend the Cobalt Room, by the way. Awesome night. Although I think I'm getting too old for this.

SAM chuckles.

DEAN:
Did you, uh, figure out that symbol?

SAM:
No. Um, we're gonna need an expert.

DEAN:
Expert? Our expert's dead.

SAM and DEAN hold up their FBI badges to a POLICE OFFICER standing outside an apartment building.

POLICE OFFICER:
All right.

INT. MAN’S APARTMENT – DAY

The MAN’s body is on the floor. The FORENSICS OFFICER and a WOMAN OFFICER are crouched next to it.

FORENSICS OFFICER:
Comes off the wall down here...

DEAN and SAM enter and look around at the blood-splattered room.

DEAN:
Well, nice decor. Very early slaughterhouse.

FORENSICS OFFICER:
[to the WOMAN OFFICER] FBI. [to SAM and DEAN] Guys, this is Charlene Penn. She's the lead on the case.

CHARLENE:
More of the same. Uh, no forced entry. Thrown across the room. Made to suffer. Both hands and feet cut off.

SAM:
Same symbol in the chest.

FORENSICS OFFICER:
Mm. Whoever the killer is, the guy's a monster.

CHARLENE:
Excuse me.

DEAN:
This guy's just like the last one. Early 30s, decent-looking?

FORENSICS OFFICER:
Yeah. Just like the first three, you know? Fairly successful, no known enemies.

DEAN:
Hmm.

FORENSICS OFFICER:
Here.

The FORENSICS OFFICER points towards the kitchen and DEAN follows him. SAM walks to the front door, where a POLICE OFFICER is speaking to a NEIGHBOR.

SAM:
[to the POLICE OFFICER] Excuse me. I got it. [to the NEIGHBOR] How can I help you?

NEIGHBOR:
I was just trying to find out what happened. Jerry was a friend.

SAM:
I'm very sorry. Jerry was killed sometime last night. Do you live nearby?

NEIGHBOR:
Yeah. Two doors down.

SAM:
You, uh, you know anyone who would want to harm Jerry?

NEIGHBOR:
No. He was the nicest guy in the world. Well, his – his wife wasn't real happy with him.

SAM:
Why's that?

NEIGHBOR:
A few nights ago, he has a little one-night fling. Ann found out, took off. But... she would never do anything like...

SAM:
Yeah. Of course. Thanks.

The NEIGHBOR leaves. DEAN and SAM duck under a police line.

DEAN:
Who was that?

SAM:
Neighbor. Said the vic's wife caught him cheating.

DEAN:
Yeah, but we're not thinking it's the wife.

SAM:
Not unless she benches 350 and did the other guys as a warm-up.

DEAN reaches for his flask.

DEAN:
Shoot. I left Bobby's flask over at Lydia's.

SAM:
Lydia?

DEAN:
My workout partner from last night.

DEAN takes out his cell phone.

DEAN:
Now I've got to go get it.

SAM:
So, not only do you know her name, you're actually gonna call her?

DEAN:
Bite me.

SAM:
Oh, how sweet – she gave you her number.

DEAN:
They always give you their number.

INT. LYDIA’S HOUSE – DAY

LYDIA (on phone):
Hello?

DEAN (on phone, V-O):
Lydia.

INT. MAN’S APARTMENT – DAY

DEAN (on phone):
Hey, it's, uh, Dean from last night.

INT. LYDIA’S HOUSE – DAY

LYDIA (on phone):
Uh-huh.

DEAN (on phone, V-O):
Uh, listen, I think I left something over at your...

INT. MAN’S APARTMENT – DAY

DEAN (on phone):
...place. It was an old flask. It doesn't look like much, but it has sentimental value. So, uh, have you seen it?

INT. LYDIA’S HOUSE – DAY

LYDIA (on phone):
No. But if I do, I'll call.

INT. MAN’S APARTMENT – DAY

DEAN (on phone):
You want my number?

INT. LYDIA’S HOUSE – DAY

LYDIA (on phone):
My cell grabbed it. Uh...Sorry. I gotta go.

INT. MAN’S APARTMENT – DAY

LYDIA (on phone, V-O):
Just real busy at the moment.

DEAN (on phone):
Oh.

DEAN hears a dial tone as LYDIA hangs up.

DEAN:
She's real busy.

SAM smiles.

INT. LYDIA’S HOUSE – DAY

We see that LYDIA is heavily pregnant.

 

ACT TWO

INT. LARGE ROOM – NIGHT

The room lit by chandeliers and candles. LYDIA, dressed in a white nightgown, is giving birth surrounded by women. A WOMAN in a dark jacket is instructing LYDIA.

WOMAN:
Breathe.

LYDIA:

Aah!

WOMAN:
Control, Lydia. As in all things.

LYDIA nods and regulates her breathing.

WOMAN:
One final push.

LYDIA:
Aah!

WOMAN:
The pain is an honor.

A baby cries. Another woman hands the baby to LYDIA.

LYDIA:
What will we call her?

WOMAN:
You'll call her Emma. Next.

EXT. DEPARTMENT OF ANTHROPOLOGY BUILDING – DAY

PROFESSOR (V-O):
Fascinating. Truly.

INT. PROFESSOR’S OFFICE – DAY

PROFESSOR:
And actually, rather accomplished draftsmanship.

DEAN:
Yeah, if you get past the fact that it was carved into a guy's body.

SAM:
Professor Morrison, we're hoping you can tell us what the symbol means.

PROFESSOR:
Ah, maybe.

SAM:
Maybe?

PROFESSOR:
It's possible I could, even likely. Is the FBI offering suitable remuneration?

DEAN looks at SAM.

SAM:
The respect of a grateful nation.

DEAN:
And a good word with the I.R.S.

PROFESSOR:
Ah. Well, it appears quite ancient.

DEAN:
Well, that narrows it down.

PROFESSOR:
A corrupted version of symbology associated with worship. Definitely an obscure regional script. Oh, this will require some research.

SAM:
All right. Great. Well, uh, I guess we'll be seeing you tomorrow.

PROFESSOR:
Tomorrow? [laughs] I've spent entire sabbaticals on a project like this.

DEAN:
Professor! We have a serial killer on our hands.

SAM:
Your government needs you, sir.

PROFESSOR:
Gentlemen. My housekeeper needs a green card.

INT. DEPARTMENT OF ANTHROPOLOGY BUILDING HALLWAY – DAY

SAM and DEAN leave the PROFESSOR’s office and walk down the hallway.

DEAN:
Good God, where'd you find this guy?

SAM:
He's supposed to be a top expert in his field.

DEAN:
Yeah, well, when his field includes things that go bump in the night, he's gonna be worth the breath we just wasted.

SAM:
So, what are we supposed to do, Dean? Spin our wheels?

DEAN:
Sam, this is us spinning our wheels, okay?!

SAM stops walking and turns to face DEAN.

SAM:
Dean, you know what? I want to call him, too, okay? Believe me. But Bobby's not here. So we're settling.

DEAN:
Yeah. We sure are.

DEAN looks at his phone.

DEAN:
Damn it, why hasn't she called?

SAM:
Who? Lydia? Wait, so some girl's actually dumping you the morning after?

DEAN:
I think you're enjoying this a little more than you need to. Screw it. I'm going over there and getting the flask.

DEAN walks off.

EXT. LYDIA’S HOUSE – DAY

DEAN rings the doorbell. LYDIA opens the door.

LYDIA:
Don.

DEAN:
Dean. I guess you didn't get my messages.

LYDIA:
No, I did. I've been busy.

DEAN:
Oh. Anyway, I, uh, left that flask over here the other night.

LYDIA:
Yes. I found it. It was so beat up and old, I almost tossed it.

DEAN:
Yeah, well, guy it belonged to was beat up and old, too. But I was very close with him, and I'd, uh, I'd hate to lose it.

LYDIA:
I'll get it for you.

INT. LYDIA’S HOUSE – DAY

DEAN follows LYDIA into the house.

DEAN:
So, how you been? Other than "busy."

LYDIA opens a drawer in the main room and takes out the flask. A child perhaps six months old is standing up in a crib in the bedroom.

LYDIA:
Just that. Really busy. Here you go.

LYDIA gives the flask to DEAN.

DEAN:
Oh, wow. I can see why you're busy. You've been babysitting, huh?

LYDIA:
No.

DEAN:
Yours?

LYDIA:
Uh-huh.

DEAN walks into the bedroom

DEAN:
You didn't tell me you had a little girl.

LYDIA:
There's probably all kinds of things we didn't tell each other.

DEAN:
What's her name?

LYDIA:
Emma.

DEAN:
Hi, Emma. Your first?

LYDIA:
Yes.

DEAN:
Well, I hear they grow like weeds.

LYDIA:
You have no idea.

DEAN’s phone rings.

DEAN:
Oh. Sorry. I got to take this.

DEAN walks into the main room.

DEAN (on phone):
Hello.

INT. HOTEL ROOM – DAY

SAM swallows and puts down a cup of coffee.

SAM (on phone):
Mm. Hey. Where are you? It's a flask, not the holy grail.

INT. LYDIA’S HOUSE – DAY

DEAN (on phone):
Hey, man, I'm a people person, all right? I'm engaging in some social skills.

INT. HOTEL ROOM – DAY

DEAN (on phone, V-O):
You get anything out of Morrison?

SAM (on phone):
No. Not yet. Look, would you get back here?

INT. LYDIA’S HOUSE – DAY

SAM (on phone, V-O):
Uh, we're due at the crime lab.

EMMA:
Mom, get me out! [?]

LYDIA:
Shh. Just a minute. [?]

SAM (on phone, V-O):
Dean?

DEAN (on phone):
Hang on.

DEAN lowers the phone and steps closer to the bedroom, where LYDIA is leaning down close to EMMA.

SAM (on phone, V-O):
Hey, look, why don't you just...

EMMA:
Who's that guy in the other room?

LYDIA:
Shh.

EMMA:
Who is that?

SAM (on phone, V-O):
You there?

LYDIA:
Shh! Don't talk. We'll discuss it later.

SAM (on phone, V-O):
Hello!

DEAN (on phone):
Let me call you back.

DEAN hangs up.

INT. HOTEL ROOM – DAY

SAM sighs, hangs up and grabs his jacket.

INT. POLICE MORGUE – DAY

SAM and the FORENSICS OFFICER are standing on either side of a body that is mostly covered by a sheet. Its severed legs are visible. They flip the sheet over the legs and walk across the room.

FORENSICS OFFICER:
So, again, we got a guy weighing about two bills, thrown into a wall so hard, he's got pieces of plaster lodged in his skull.

CHARLENE:
What triggered the Feds' involvement in this case? I always think you boys have bigger fish to fry.

SAM:
No. Actually, we – we – it’s –

FORENSICS OFFICER:
I just figured it was the similarity to the other cold cases? If it's the same killer, then he crossed state lines – that would bring you guys in.

SAM:

Well, that's exactly right. Uh, what he said.

CHARLENE:
Yeah. Whatever. You're gonna have to wrap this up. Your case isn't the only one we're working on.

SAM nods and CHARLENE leaves.

FORENSICS OFFICER:
You get used to her.

SAM:
Uh, so, Eddie, by the way, I didn't bring the cold-case files with me. Is there a chance you have a copy?

EDDIE:
Yeah.

SAM:
Great.

SAM picks up a receipt in an evidence bag.

SAM:
The Cobalt Room.

EDDIE:
Mm! Yeah, it's pretty well known. Looking to hook up, it's a pretty good place to go.

SAM:
I've heard.

EDDIE:
Vic number two was there.

SAM takes a file EDDIE is holding.

EDDIE:
And according to his security guard, he left with a hot girl. Two days later, he's an obituary.

SAM is reading the file.

SAM:
Same with Jerry Price.

EDDIE:
Mm-hmm. And, uh, as far as we can tell, at least a couple of those in there.

SAM:
Same thing in Chicago.

EDDIE:
Yep. A lot of busted marriages, flings with unknown women, that kind of thing, all just before they got offed.

SAM:
Thanks.

EXT. STREET OUTSIDE LYDIA’S HOUSE – DAY

DEAN is watching from his car on a cross street. A car containing three women, one of whom is the WOMAN who instructed LYDIA while she gave birth, pulls up and parks. The driver remains in the car while the other women walk to LYDIA’s door and ring the bell. LYDIA opens the door.

WOMAN:
Is Emma ready?

LYDIA:
Yes. Come in.

WOMAN:
Thank you.

DEAN’s phone rings.

DEAN (on phone):
Yeah.

SAM (on phone, V-O):
Dude.

INT. POLICE STATION – DAY

SAM (on phone):
You never showed.

DEAN (on phone, V-O):
I'm outside Lydia's.

SAM (on phone):
Oh, come on, man. What, are you obsessed or something?

EXT. STREET NEAR LYDIA’S HOUSE – DAY

DEAN (on phone):
No, I'm telling you. I have been eating at the buffet of strange all afternoon.

SAM (on phone, V-O):
Meaning what?

DEAN (on phone):
I'll tell you the second I know. But something ain't right.

INT. POLICE STATION – DAY

SAM (on phone):
Or you're obsessed.

EXT. STREET NEAR LYDIA’S HOUSE – DAY

DEAN (on phone):
Shut up. I'm serious.

INT. POLICE STATION – DAY

SAM (on phone):
Okay, uh, you – you need backup or...

EXT. STREET NEAR LYDIA’S HOUSE – DAY

DEAN (on phone):
No, not yet. What's up on your end?

INT. POLICE STATION – DAY

SAM (on phone):
Apparently, there was an identical murder fest two years years ago in Chicago, and again in Miami...

EXT. STREET NEAR LYDIA’S HOUSE – DAY

SAM (on phone, V-O):
...two years before that.

All the victims were young, successful...

INT. POLICE STATION – DAY

SAM (on phone):
...a lot of them went to the same bar. It lines up. The trails always went cold fast.

EXT. STREET NEAR LYDIA’S HOUSE – DAY

DEAN (on phone):
Yeah?

SAM (on phone, V-O):
Yeah. Oh, and by the way...

INT. POLICE STATION – DAY

SAM (on phone):
As a personal kicker, here, at least some of the vics hooked up in that bar you went to, the, uh, the Cobalt Room.

EXT. STREET NEAR LYDIA’S HOUSE – DAY

SAM (on phone, V-O):
So, just saying, man, you – you dodged a bullet.

The door to LYDIA’s house opens. The WOMAN is leaving the house with someone behind her.

DEAN (on phone):
Got to go.

DEAN hangs up.

INT. POLICE STATION – DAY

SAM:
Nice talk.

EXT. STREET OUTSIDE LYDIA’S HOUSE – DAY

DEAN watches with binoculars as the two women who called at LYDIA’s house leave with LYDIA following them. The second woman is carrying a pink case.

LYDIA:
Emma, hurry up. Come on, Emma. Time to go.

A little girl about five years old runs out of the house. LYDIA takes off her own necklace, kneels down in front of the little girl and puts the necklace around her neck.

LYDIA:
Emma. You be a good girl. Make us proud.

EMMA:
I will, momma.

EMMA gets into the car with the two women.

LYDIA:
Bye, Emma.

The car drives away and LYDIA goes back inside. DEAN starts his car.

DEAN:
I hate when this happens.

DEAN follows the other car to an alleyway. The two women and EMMA get out and enter a building. EMMA’s door was opened by a third woman who was presumably waiting for them. The car drives away.

INT. HOTEL ROOM – NIGHT

SAM:
So what? I mean, so maybe she has another kid she didn't tell you about.

DEAN:
Nope, just the one. Emma. But that night, when I was with her, she didn't have any. And I was at her place, man. There was no playpens, no blankets, no rubber ducks.

SAM:
Right. Like you would have been focused on that kind of thing.

DEAN:
Hey, dude, that's the first thing you notice. Red flags.

SAM scoffs. DEAN takes two beers out of the fridge.

DEAN:
Then, all of a sudden, boom – baby.

SAM opens the laptop.

SAM:
Yeah, the one you thought talked.

DEAN:
Oh, it talked. And not baby talk, either.

DEAN hands SAM a beer.

SAM:
Now you know so much about child development?

DEAN:
I know enough to know that they don't say, "Hey, Mom. Who's that guy?" So, cut to...

DEAN closes the laptop and sits down at the table across from SAM.

DEAN:
Lydia's handing this kid who's calling her mommy over to these two women, right? But this is not a baby. No, no, this kid's got to be five. And same name – Emma.

SAM:
You know, George Foreman named all his sons George.

DEAN:
Are you deliberately messing with me?

SAM shrugs with an upside-down smile.

DEAN:
Dude, I know weird. Okay? There is no non-weird explanation for this. This morning, Emma was a baby. By sunset, she's Hannah Montana. Early years.

SAM’s phone rings.

SAM:
It's the Professor.

DEAN:
Oh. Good. The Professor. Yeah, I'm sure he'll crack this wide open.

SAM:
Shh!

INT. WOMEN’S HOUSE – NIGHT

EMMA, looking older than she did in the afternoon, is wearing a white dress. The WOMAN in a black jacket addresses her and other girls.

WOMAN:
On this special night, you join an exceptional family. You are ready to take your places alongside us and learn our traditions.

Another woman holds a tray with pieces of flesh out to the first girl in line. Another woman behind her holds a tray with glasses of milk.

WOMAN:
This is a tribute to the one who created and protects us.

The women carrying trays move down the line of five girls.

WOMAN:
We hunt for her. We kill for her. And now we consume that kill as a symbol of unity with those who have completed their blood missions and furthered the life of the tribe.

EMMA is still holding her piece of flesh. The other girls have all eaten theirs.

WOMAN:
Go ahead, Emma. You need to eat.

 

ACT THREE

INT. UNIVERSITY LECTURE THEATER – DAY

The PROFESSOR is standing at the front of the room next to a projector screen, on which is the carved into the mens’ chests. SAM and DEAN are in seats on opposite sides of the aisle, one row apart.

PROFESSOR:
You know, identifying the scroll was no day at the beach. Lesser scholars would have crumbled.

SAM:
Professor... the symbol?

PROFESSOR:
Yeah. Yeah. It's ancient, regional. Very difficult to identify. But I managed to find a match.

The picture on the projector screen changes to one of an ancient Greek building.

PROFESSOR:
It's a variation of a symbol associated with the Greek Pantheon, the temple of the goddess Harmonia. According to myth, the coupling of Harmonia and Ares, the God of war, produced the Amazons.

SAM:
The Amazons?

DEAN:
Like Wonder Woman?

PROFESSOR:
No, like – like a tribe of warriors. They actually existed. The comic books – they're just silly perversions. The symbol –

The screen now shows a symbol of two women kneeling around a large urn, below someone on horseback.

PROFESSOR:
I believe it originated with the Amazons. Pictographs meant to pay homage to Harmonia – occult talismans, if you will. They had an exclusively female culture. No use for men whatsoever, except procreation.

SAM:
All the vics were male.

PROFESSOR:
So you said – with this symbol carved in their chests.

The screen now shows a diagram of two composite parts of the symbol that was carved into the men’s chests, added together to give the symbol itself.

SAM:
And their hands and feet cut off.

PROFESSOR:
Now, that is interesting.

DEAN:
Got our attention.

The screen now shows naked women hunters with crossbows pointing arrows at men hung upside down over a fire.

PROFESSOR:
After they were impregnated, they killed the male – first cutting off certain body parts.

INT. POLICE STATION – DAY

CHARLENE (on phone):
I couldn't check their I.D.s because everything they have is fake. I've been digging for hours. And one thing's for sure – they ain't FBI.

INT. AMAZON LEADER’S OFFICE – DAY

AMAZON LEADER (WOMAN in black jacket) (on phone):
And who are they?

CHARLENE (on phone, V-O):
They're after us, is what they are.

INT. POLICE STATION – DAY

SAM and DEAN’s pictures are on CHARLENE’s computer screen, overlaying a map of the US with several locations marked.

CHARLENE (on phone):
Remember that cross-country murder spree those crazy brothers went on a couple months ago?

AMAZON LEADER (on phone):
That's them?

CHARLENE (on phone):
Barely scratches the surface. They're thugs.

CHARLENE presses a button and SAM and DEAN’s pictures enlarge.

CHARLENE (on phone):
Vigilantes. But, look, we've dealt with hunters like this before.

AMAZON LEADER (on phone, V-O):
Well...

INT. AMAZON LEADER’S OFFICE – DAY

AMAZON LEADER (on phone):
The one is already scheduled to be taken care of. We'll just simply add the other one to the agenda.

INT. HOTEL ROOM – DAY

DEAN is looking through boxes of books.

DEAN:
I know Bobby's got a Grecian encyclopedia of weird in here. I saw it last time I was looking through this stupid... Would it kill him to have a system?

SAM is at the table using the laptop and drinking a cup of coffee.

SAM:
He has a system. His files are set up like his brain.

DEAN takes his flask out of his back pocket and drinks from it.

DEAN:
You got anything?

SAM:
Uh, yeah.

SAM presses a button and brings up a website titled “Greek Mythology – The Amazons” from a search engine.

SAM:
There's this whole crazy side to Amazon lore that Professor Morrison didn't even mention.

DEAN:
That's 'cause he doesn't believe in it, which is a real handicap when you're trying to deal with it.

DEAN sits down on a bed and opens the book he’s holding.

SAM:
[after a pause] Right. Um, apparently, there was this long, bloody war. The Amazon population was decimated, so they made a bargain with Harmonia to replenish their ranks and make them stronger.

DEAN:
Well, I'd say throwing grown men through walls was stronger.

SAM:
Yeah. Well, basically, they became more than human. Harmonia turned them into monsters.

DEAN:
Can you kill them like humans? Or is there some kind of trick?

SAM:
Uh, doesn't say. No idea. I guess it could go either way.

DEAN:
Well, that's helpful. What else?

SAM:
The lore says they reproduced quickly – as in, after mating, they gave birth within 36 hours.

DEAN stops turning the pages of the book and listens intently.

SAM:
The babies grew incredibly fast, then the aging process became normal. Which is one way to make an army, I guess. The mating cycle is every two years. They send out all the women who have reached child-bearing age.

DEAN:
Which lines up, 'cause this happens every couple of years in different towns, right?

SAM:
Yeah. And we know for sure that at least some of the vics hooked up with strange women days before being killed Amazon style.

DEAN closes his book and puts it down.

DEAN:
Hooked up in the same bar I met Lydia, right?

SAM:
Yeah.

DEAN:
And then suddenly...

DEAN gets up and walks towards SAM.

DEAN:
...she's got a little baby in like fruit-fly time. That baby turns into a little girl just as fast.

SAM:
Wow. So maybe you're – you’re, uh...

DEAN:
Don't say it.

SAM:
Look, if that kid's yours –

DEAN:
I said don't say it!

SAM:
Fine. I won't. But, Dean... Dude, seriously, a one-night stand, you're just gonna... roll the dice? You don't even –

DEAN:
Of course not... Sam. What, do you think I'm brain-dead? Accidents happen. If one even did, which I-I-I don't think...

DEAN pauses and seems to be considering what happened. He gives a little smile.

DEAN:
No. You know what? We’re – stop. We're not gonna talk about this anymore because my skin's starting to crawl!

SAM:
All right, fine. But if it's true, if it happened...

DEAN:
I know. I got to hang on to my hands and feet.

DEAN takes another drink from his flask.

INT. AMAZON BUILDING – NIGHT

The AMAZON LEADER is standing in front of a cauldron in which a flame is burning. She is wearing a necklace with the design that was carved into the men’s chests.

AMAZON LEADER:
We are so pleased with your progress.

Five girls, now teenagers, are lined up in front of her.

AMAZON LEADER:
You are absorbing the traditions of our mothers...

The AMAZON LEADER takes a branding iron out of the cauldron.

AMAZON LEADER:
...and you are close to fulfilling your tribal destiny, and taking your place alongside your sisters. Today, you are a warrior.

The AMAZON LEADER presses the brand to the inside of the first girl’s right wrist.

AMAZON LEADER:
Though you may walk among others, your heart is only with the tribe.

The AMAZON LEADER brands the second girl.

AMAZON LEADER:
Soon, you will take the final, glorious step into adulthood.

The brand is the same design that was carved into the men’s chests.

AMAZON LEADER:
Today, you will learn how to endure pain and how to inflict it.

The AMAZON LEADER brands the third girl, who makes a small noise.

AMAZON LEADER:
Fight it, Emma. As with all you do, courage is everything.

EXT. HOTEL – NIGHT

INT. HOTEL ROOM – NIGHT

DEAN and SAM are standing next to a bed covered with research.

DEAN:
Looking through Bobby's files is like dumpster diving.

SAM:
Yeah, tell me about it. So, it makes sense why, uh, why...

DEAN puts a picture of part of a Greek building down on a large leather-bound book on the bed, on top of a picture of an Amazon woman on horseback.

SAM:
... the Amazons all want to hook up with decent-looking, successful guys.

DEAN:
Oh, they're picky about the gene pool?

SAM pins a newspaper article to a wall alongside other research.

SAM:
Right. So...

SAM turns to face DEAN.

SAM:
...what was Lydia doing with you?

DEAN:
Well, she may or may not have thought I was a rich investment banker.

DEAN takes a drink from his flask. SAM spreads his arms in mild exasperation, rubs a hand over his face and turns back to the wall. DEAN looks down at the research on the bed. The pictures of the Greek building and Amazon woman have moved, and the only thing now on top of the leather-bound book is a piece of parchment with writing.

DEAN:
Sam.

SAM:
Yeah.

DEAN:
These papers just moved.

SAM:
What?

DEAN:
I didn't touch them.

SAM gets out the EMF reader, which immediately starts to flash red and make noise.

SAM:
It's all over the place.

SAM walks over to the bed.

SAM:
Redline. Redline.

SAM walks towards the window.

SAM:
Oh, and... power lines by the open window, where there's a breeze...

SAM turns off the EMF reader.

SAM:
...that could have moved the papers.

DEAN:
Did you feel a breeze?

SAM:
It doesn't matter, Dean. The readings are useless.

DEAN:
Hey. Maybe, uh...

DEAN holds up his flask.

SAM:
We burned him, Dean.

DEAN:
So what?

SAM:
So, what are you suggesting?

DEAN:
I don't know. What are you?

SAM:
Concentrate on something else.

DEAN:
Why?

SAM:
Because it's [raising his voice and stepping close to DEAN] not Bobby!

DEAN:
Could be.

SAM:
No, it couldn't be.

DEAN:
Why not?

SAM:
[loudly, very close to DEAN] Because we want it to be.

SAM snatches the piece of parchment from the bed.

DEAN:
Maybe it's useful.

SAM:
It's in a pile of "maybe it's useful." Besides, it's in Greek. Nobody reads Greek.

DEAN:
Yeah, except Greeks. Oh, and Bobby.

SAM:
And Professor Morrison.

DEAN:
Really?

SAM:
I'm going, Dean. You stay here, keep the door locked. Don't go anywhere. I mean it.

DEAN:
Fine.

SAM leaves the room.

EXT. UNIVERSITY – NIGHT

SAM walks towards the doors of a large university building.

INT. PROFESSOR MORRISON’S OFFICE – NIGHT

SAM enters.

PROFESSOR:
Oh, you have got to be kidding.

The clock on the wall reads 11:25 p.m.

PROFESSOR:
I have office hours tomorrow –

SAM:
I'm sorry, Professor. I need your help.

SAM puts the parchment down in front of the PROFESSOR.

PROFESSOR:
The FBI isn't paying me enough for this.

The PROFESSOR picks up the parchment and starts to read.

SAM:
All right. I'll sweeten the deal. We'll remove your wiretap.

The PROFESSOR looks up in alarm.

INT. HOTEL ROOM – NIGHT

DEAN is using the laptop. Someone knocks three times on the door. DEAN closes the laptop, and picks up and cocks his gun. Someone knocks on the door three times again. After a moment of indecision, DEAN removes the safety chain and opens the door. EMMA is outside.

EMMA:
Hi. You don't know me, but my name is Emma. I need your help. I think I'm in trouble, and you're the only person I can trust.

DEAN:
Why?

EMMA:
Because you're my father.

 

ACT FOUR

INT. HOTEL ROOM – NIGHT

DEAN is still holding the door open and EMMA is standing outside.

DEAN:
How'd you find me?

EMMA:
They've been watching you, ever since Mom got pregnant.

DEAN:
Well, if you're such a prisoner, you mind telling me how you escaped?

EMMA:
I waited until lights out. The women who watch over us change shifts a little after 10:00.

DEAN:
Uh-huh. And you left because...?

EMMA:
They stick you in there, and you trust them. It's all you know. And you don't question what they want you to do – terrible things. That's why I had to leave. They tortured me.

EMMA holds up her branded wrist.

EMMA:
They told me I had to endure pain so I could be strong like them. But I don't want to be like them.

DEAN:
Okay. Come on in. EMMA enters the room. DEAN closes the door, replaces the security chain and puts his gun in the back of his jeans.

DEAN:
Have a seat.

EMMA sits down on a bed.

DEAN:
Okay. Let's assume that you're not... like them. Yet.

DEAN leans against the table.

DEAN:
What do you want me to do?

EMMA:
Get me away from here. You're a good man. My mother told me that.

DEAN:
I seriously doubt she said that. And if you knew me, you would seriously doubt it's true.

EMMA:
They told me you're a hunter. So maybe you'll understand about me. Maybe you can protect me. Just long enough so I can get away. Then I'll leave you alone. I know you don't want me.

DEAN:
All right, let's not... go there, okay? This isn't a matter of...

DEAN gestures between them.

DEAN:
You get this isn't a normal situation, right?

EMMA:
How would I know? Three days ago, I wasn't even alive. Now here I am. My mother threw me into that place. And my father... well... You get this is my last chance to have anything normal ever, right?

INT. PROFESSOR MORRISON’S OFFICE – NIGHT

The PROFESSOR is reading the parchment. SAM is sitting on the other side of his desk.

PROFESSOR:
It's fascinating.

SAM:
What's it say?

PROFESSOR:
Oh, I haven't gotten there yet. The paper is handmade. A cellulose, rather like papyrus, which would explain its durability.

SAM:
Professor –

PROFESSOR:
Wherever did you get it?

SAM:
Uh... a – a crazy, drunk, old genius.

PROFESSOR:
Yeah. They always have the good stuff. Well, it's in Greek.

SAM:
Yeah, yeah. I-I know that.

PROFESSOR:
Not a common dialect. My God, what is it with you and Amazons?

SAM:
Professor, it's important.

PROFESSOR:
At 11:30 at night, it better be. Oh, here's a new twist. It repeats the conventional lore. Amazon warriors mate with males. The males are murdered. Yada, yada. But according to this... It's not the women who do the killing. Instead, a ritual of initiation requires that the child born of the mating process must kill her own father.

SAM:
What?

INT. HOTEL ROOM – NIGHT

DEAN is standing at the window. He walks across the room in front of EMMA.

DEAN:
You look exhausted.

EMMA:
And starving. It's been a tough sweet 16. So you believe me?

DEAN crosses him arms and nods.

EMMA:
You'll help me?

DEAN:
If you really want help.

INT. UNIVERSITY ANTHROPOLOGY BUILDING HALLWAY – NIGHT

SAM is walking fast while looking at his phone. CHARLENE PENN steps out in front of him.

SAM:
Detective.

CHARLENE:
Agent. You're here late.

SAM:
Yeah. Listen, could we talk in the morning?

SAM starts to walk past CHARLENE, but she grabs his arm.

CHARLENE:
What's your hurry...

SAM looks down and sees the Amazon brand on CHARLENE’s wrist.

CHARLENE:
...Sam? Sam Winchester. Let's see. I could run you in for impersonating a federal agent.

The skin around CHARLENE’s eyes turns red. She grabs SAM and hurls him down a short flight of stairs and into the exit doors. SAM lies unmoving on the ground, facing the doors. CHARLENE holds a knife that had been concealed in her sleeve. As she raises the knife, SAM turns over and shoots her in the chest. SAM gets up with a groan. CHARLENE is lying on her back, dead. SAM picks up his phone from the stairs. The screen is smashed.

INT. HOTEL ROOM – NIGHT

DEAN is still standing in front of EMMA with his arms crossed.

DEAN:
Well, now, what happens when they find out you're missing?

EMMA:
They may have already found out. And they'll hunt me down.

DEAN nods and walks across the room.

EMMA:
Look, I know this is gonna be hard, but if I'm gonna get out, I have to do it now.

DEAN opens the refrigerator.

DEAN:
We got cheese and a leftover burrito.

EMMA stands up.

EMMA:
Doesn't make a difference.

A knife drops into EMMA’s hand from her sleeve. DEAN closes the refrigerator and points his gun at EMMA.

DEAN:
You were asking if I believed you.

CAR – NIGHT

SAM is driving fast. He swerves around a car in front of him and the driver honks the horn.

INT. HOTEL ROOM – NIGHT

EMMA:
I was told you'd be a challenge.

DEAN:
I figured you'd chat me up... try and catch me off guard. Almost worked. I was expecting your mother.

CAR – NIGHT

SAM runs a red light.

INT. HOTEL ROOM – NIGHT

EMMA:
It's not her place. I have to kill you.

DEAN:
Is that what they told you?

EMMA:
It's what I am.

DEAN:
Well, then, I should just kill you right now.

EMMA:
Sure. But you could have done that 30 seconds ago.

CAR – NIGHT

SAM rounds the corner in front of the hotel, stops the car and runs into the building.

INT. HOTEL – NIGHT

SAM runs up the stairs.

INT. HOTEL ROOM – NIGHT

EMMA:
It's weirdly hard, isn't it? It is for me.

DEAN:
Knock it off.

EMMA:
How could it not be? You're my father.

DEAN:
Hey! We're not gonna do that.

EMMA:
But it's true.

INT. HOTEL HALLWAY OUTSIDE SAM AND DEAN’S ROOM – NIGHT

SAM approaches the room.

EMMA (V-O):
You're the reason that we're standing here.

SAM leans close to the door.

INT. HOTEL ROOM – NIGHT

EMMA:
I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you. So now someone has to kill someone.

SAM opens the door a fraction and sees DEAN with his gun pointed at EMMA.

EMMA:
You know what? So far, my childhood's been kind of disappointing.

DEAN:
You haven't killed anybody yet, Emma. Walk away.

INT. HOTEL HALLWAY – NIGHT

SAM is leaning against the door.

DEAN (V-O):
Right now. I won't go after you.

INT. HOTEL ROOM – NIGHT

EMMA:
I can't. I don't have a choice.

SAM bursts into the room, gun drawn. EMMA spins around to face him. The skin around her eyes has turned red. EMMA turns back to DEAN, her eyes normal.

EMMA:
Please don't let him hurt me.

EMMA turns back to SAM, who shoots her in the chest. She gasps and falls to the ground. SAM lowers his gun. EMMA is dead. DEAN and SAM look at each other. DEAN nods slightly and looks down.

EXT. ALLEYWAY OUTSIDE AMAZON BUILDING – NIGHT

DEAN and SAM drive up and get out of the car.

INT. AMAZON BUILDING – NIGHT

DEAN and SAM walk up to the front door, which is ajar. DEAN pushes the door the rest of the way open.

DEAN:
Here's the mother ship.

SAM cocks his gun.

SAM:
Let's get this done.

SAM follows DEAN into the building. It is deserted.

DEAN:
They're gone.

 

ACT FIVE

CAR – NIGHT

SAM is driving with a fixed expression.

DEAN:
Hey, you know what? I don't like it, either. I wanted to torch ’em just as much as you. Yeah, but, hey... next time they surface, we'll be ready. If we live that long.

SAM doesn’t reply.

DEAN:
All right, fine. Just sit there and be pissed.

SAM:
What did you say to me... when I was the one who choked? What did you say about Amy? "You kill the monster!"

DEAN:
I was going to!

SAM:
Oh, the hell you were! You think I'm an idiot?

DEAN:
What, you think I am?

SAM:
Dean, you were gonna let her walk!

DEAN:
No, I wasn't. That's ridiculous!

SAM:
Look, man, she was not yours. Not really.

DEAN:
Actually, she, uh, she was, really. She just also happened to be a crazy man-killing monster. But, uh, hey.

SAM:
You know what? Bobby was right. Your head's not in it, man. When Cas died, you were wobbly, but now...

DEAN:
Now what? Oh, what, you're dealing with it so perfect? Yeah, news flash, pal – you're just as screwed up as I am! You're just... bigger.

SAM:
What?!

DEAN:
I don't know.

SAM:
Look... Dean, the thing is, tonight... It almost got you killed. Now, I don't care how you deal. I really, really don't. But just don't – don't get killed.

DEAN:
I'll do what I can.

SAM:
Well, what's that supposed to mean?

DEAN:
It means I'll do what I can. All right? You can shut up about it.

END

 

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