"Here, ghosty, ghosty, ghosty!" "Come out, come out, wherever you are!" "[ Screaming ]" "Man:" "I don't believe in ghosts." "Man #2:" "The camera caught a ghost on film." "Spirit photography." "Woman:" "How do you think angry spirits are born?" "They can't let go, and they can't move on." "And they stay here for years." "They all feel disembodied, scared." "Dean:" "Talking about ghosts." "The Darkness -- she saved me." "We're bound, Dean." "She thanked me." "Sam:" "For what?" "Setting her free." "I think Amara is the Darkness." "Woman:" "The devil's in that girl!" "Jenna:" "Amara's hungry." "She's a growing girl." "So we have some ancient evil out there, just getting stronger by the day." "I want that child." "I'm hungry." "The child eats souls." "I'm hungry." "Amara?" "I said..." "I'm hungry." "This place is way creepier in person." "[ Chuckles ] Hell, yeah, it is." "Ghost facers can't capture the...rage vibes." "You think we'll see anything?" "You know why I got this room?" "[ Click ]" "It's supposed to get the heavy paranormal action." "â™ª" "And now we're in "The Shining."" "[ Electricity crackling ]" "Oh, crap." "[ Chuckles ] â™ª Daisy, Daisy â™ª â™ª planted one day by a glancing heart â™ª â™ª planted by Daisy bell â™ª â™ª whether she loves me... â™ª" "Ooh." "She's coming to get you." "Shut up." "Don't worry." "I'm here." "This is what we came here for, right?" "â™ª A beautiful Daisy bell â™ª â™ª Daisy, Daisy â™ª [ Creaking ] â™ª Give me your answer do â™ª â™ª I'm half crazy â™ª" "â™ª over the love of you â™ª" "[ Floorboards creak ] â™ª It won't be a stylish marriage â™ª â™ª I can't afford a carriage â™ª" "[ Sighs ]" "The hinges are falling." "What?" "[ Blood splatters ]" "[ Screaming ]" "[ Blood splatters ]" "[ Grunting ]" "â™ª Supernatural 11x05 â™ª Thin Lizzie Original Air Date on November 4, 2015" "== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man" "Sam:" "Yo." "Don't suppose you got a 20 on the Darkness." "Uh, well, I thought I had something earlier." "Half a town flipped their gourds and started attacking people, but it turns out they'd eaten rabid possum meat." "Okay, they do realize that possum is a giant rat, right?" "It's a marsupial." "Huh?" "Not the point." "Look, check this out." "Um, "a couple was ax-murdered in Fall River, Massachusetts, at" -- wait for it " ""The Lizzie Borden Bed and Breakfast Museum."" "A BB and a museum." "Yeah." "That doesn't sound like a tourist trap at all." "I mean, the thing is, the inn was Lizzie Borden's actual house." "In 1892, she hacked up her dad and stepmom there." "Or -- or allegedly hacked them up." "She was acquitted, ended up spending the rest of her days in Fall River hounded and persecuted by the townspeople." "So you're thinking revenge killing?" "Why now?" "It was probably just some psycho fan who's seen too many slasher flicks." "Could be, but the inn was locked up, no signs of entry or exit, a half a dozen guests, none of whom saw or heard any intruders." "Well, maybe the murderer was actually competent." "Wait a minute." "I know what this is." "This has something to do with your freaky fetish for -- for serial killers." "It's not a fetish." "You've always wanted to see that house." "Dean, two people are dead in Lizzie Borden's home." "We got no leads on Amara." "I say we check this out." "Besides, the entire Borden clan are buried in Fall River, including Lizzie." "What do you want to do about Cass?" "Oh, he's knee-deep in binge-watching "The Wire."" "Just started Season 2." "Oh, yeah, he's not coming out any time soon." "All right." "â™ª" "[ Engine shuts off ]" "Mason:" "Borden BB." "How may I help you?" "So I guess now Lizzie Borden has her own doll." "Yeah, went a little overboard on the crazy eyes." "No, it's absolutely not a crime scene anymore." "Look, the room's been cleaned, and you're not even on the same floor." "Th-there's no reason to canc-- [ sighs ]" "[ Receiver hangs up ]" "People still freaked out about the murders, huh?" "Some find it exciting." "Can I help you boys?" "Sam:" "Yeah." "We'd read about the tragedy, and I'm a bit of a history buff." "And I just wanted to ask, do you think the killings had anything to do with Lizzie Borden " "I mean, her ghost, or whatever?" "Probably just some crazed fan broke in, right?" "These are great questions, guys -- ones we usually answer for our paying guests." "Right." "[ Clears throat ]" "[ Footsteps approaching ]" "Mason!" "You forgot to cancel the bakery order!" "Mom, I'm with customers." "$200 worth of Danish and no guests to eat it!" "These guys can put away a few." "It's coming out of your paycheck." "[ Sighs ]" "Of course it is." "[ Whistles ]" "Working with family can be tough." "20 years." "[ Clicks tongue ] And you have your pick of rooms." "We'll take the one the couple was in." "The deceased couple?" "Mm-hmm." "Mm-hmm." "We came a long way to see some ghosts." "We figured there's the most unrest there." "Uh, we're not renting that room right now..." "Out of respect." "But you got to get back on that horse sometime." "Lucky." "We redid the room." "Great." "And now that we are paying guests, did you hear or see anything unusual that night?" "Not till we heard the screams." "I told mom to stay downstairs, and I ran up there." "Oh, God." "Blood." "And who was the couple?" "Local kids." "I mean, nothing special about the girl, but the guy -- he was a descendant of the original Bordens." "Mm." "Thanks." "I don't know where to put my eyes." "I think I'm gonna throw up." "[ Chuckles ] We're surrounded by doilies." "They're everywhere." "Okay, you think the innkeeper might have mentioned this before he ripped us off." "Ugh." "I guess you're gonna have to get yourself another room because this was Lizzie's original room, and I'm not giving it up." "What are you, 4?" "[ Warbling ] Look at that." "That jibes with what people online have been saying about the upstairs -- crying in empty rooms, footsteps, buzzing lights." "[ Warbling continues ]" "[ Warbling stops ]" "Hmm." "No secret panels or passageways in the closet." "Well, the world's smallest bathroom is clean." "[ Spraying ] What is that smell?" "I think it's this." "[ Sniffs ]" "It's like a lavender toilet water." "Bottled toilet water?" "Why do you keep spraying it?" "I just wanted to see if the squeezy thing worked." "Wow." "I think it was supposed to be a perfume or something." "All right, I'm gonna go check out the rest of the inn 'cause now I got grandma all over me, so..." "[ Warbling ]" "[ Warbling stops ]" "[ Warbling resumes ]" "[ Door creaks ]" "[ Electricity crackling ]" "[ Crackling continues ]" "Hey!" "Hey!" "[ Gasps ]" "[ Warbling ]" "[ Warbling stops ]" "[ Electricity humming ]" "Yeah, no Lizzie in the attic." "But I did find a homemade EMF generator." "Turned that beast off, and what do you know -- no more signal." "Shocking." "The, uh, flickering lights -- wired to timers buried in the walls." "Come on." "Oh, and check out this baby." "[ Grunts ] Huh?" "Covering up our very own sound system." "I, uh, fished this out of the wall." "[ Woman sobbing ]" "[ Scoffs ]" "Crying in empty rooms." "[ Click ]" "And there's more -- running footsteps, uh, creepy whispers you can't quite make out, one flushing toilet -- not quite sure what that's about." "The whole place is a hoax, man." "It's a tourist trap, just like I said." "Yeah, but we still don't know how that couple got axed." "I mean, how did the killer get in and out?" "I don't know." "Why don't we Sherlock that over a beer and a lobster roll, okay?" "I got to get out of this doily coffin." "[ Door opens ]" "[ Screams ]" "[ Blood splatters ]" "[ Body thuds ]" "[ Indistinct conversations ]" "Thanks." "Detective Madsen?" "Agent Collins." "You weren't Feds earlier." "Well, um, my partner and I were undercover investigating the original murders." "Where the hell were you when my mom was being..." "Ohh." "I'm so very sorry, Mr. Kemper." "[ Sobbing ]" "We're gonna find the son of a bitch who's doing this." "[ Crackling ]" "He had just finished locking up." "No one was inside but him and Mrs. Kemper." "Staff went home hours ago." "And no suspects for the first murders, either?" "Hi." "I'm Agent Gabriel." "Listen, I saw a guy hanging around earlier, uh, snapping some photos, and he ran away when I tried to make contact." "Let me guess -- short, chunky, baby-faced?" "Yeah, that's him." "[ Chuckles ] That's Len." "Total Teddy bear." "I went to high school with him." "Obsessed with ghosts, but harmless." "Ghosts?" "Hmm." "Is that a real issue around here?" "According to the chamber of commerce, absolutely." "Right." "I'll send an officer over to Len, get a statement from him." "You know what?" "You guys got your hands full." "We'll, uh -- we'll drop by." "Thanks." "Mm-hmm." "You betcha." "Well, so far we got squat that says ghost or anything remotely us." "So maybe it's not our usual kind of gig." "Maybe we're dealing with a serial killer." "Oh, yeah, you'd love that, wouldn't you?" "[ Cellphone ringing ] [ Sighs ]" "[ Beep ]" "Agent Collins." "This is Detective Madsen." "There's been another victim." "Really?" "Accident next county." "God. [ Sighs ] I'm there now." "No." "Thanks for letting me know." "You're welcome." "[ Beep ]" "Another ax Vic." "This one miles from the BB." "Lizzie left home." "Apparently." "All right, I'll take the crime scene." "You take Len." "[ Police radio chatter ]" "[ Siren walls in distance ]" "Who found the body?" "Babysitter was home with the kid, found dad in the driveway." "Geez." "Thanks." "[ Siren chirps ]" "I heard Jordie's dad pull up outside, and then there was this shout." "I went to look, and I saw the blood before I saw him." "I thought someone had spilled paint." "And what about before?" "I mean, did you notice anything out of the ordinary?" "Uh, a sound, smell?" "There's no detail too small." "No, it was like any other night." "[ Door opens ]" "Mom!" "Jordie." "Are you all right?" "Did he see anything?" "No, he was inside the whole time." "Ma'am, um, Agent Collins with the FBI." "I understand this is a terrible time, but if you can manage, I would love to ask you a few " "You need to get out of my house is what you need to do." "Of course." "Uh, we can do this tomorrow." "Get out!" "[ Clears throat ]" "[ Door opens ]" "Wow." "Didn't expect to see her here." "Well, got to live your bliss." "[ Chuckles ]" "Well, you are a Lizzie Borden..." "I don't think "fan" covers it." "A..." "Superfan." "[ Chuckles ] A-and curator." "Mm-hmm." "And is that what you were doing tonight at the BB?" "Uh, curating?" "Oh, I-I, uh..." "Len, it's best just to go with the truth here." "I-I was trying to get a picture of Lizzie's ghost." "And is that what I saw you with?" "Yeah, it's, uh -- it's what the Victorians used for, uh, spirit photography." "Uh-huh." "And have you captured any Caspers on that thing?" "Well, I've seen Lizzie at her house." "She's this wispy, gray shadow, but she never shows up on film." "Maybe I should go high-def." "Why not go inside?" "I'm not exactly allowed at the inn anymore." "There -- there's a minor restraining order." "And there's a gag order not to... talk about the restraining order." "But you're a federal agent." "Buried the lead there a little, Len." "Why don't you tell me about the restraining order?" "It was Lizzie's 155th birthday." "I couldn't get Lizzie's room, so I stayed in the basement for a couple days." "Weeks." "I wasn't bothering anybody." "So it's safe to say that you know the inn pretty well." "Mm." "Let me ask you -- did anything about tonight strike you as weird?" "Just you banging on the window." "Your chat room is open." "Oh, God, no." "I'm supposed to lead a live chat about the ax murders in Fall River." "I'm not Lizzie CNN!" "Yeah, I don't know why anyone would think that." "I'll close it down." "Be right back." "Okay." "Four ax murders in two days, no leads." "The whole town's panicking like it's the purge." "Yeah, not the whole town." "Mrs. Pinski doesn't seem too broken up over the fact that her husband was butchered in the driveway." "You saw the body." "She's in shock." "Still." "People have freaky-ass reactions to loss." "Where did you see this?" "Uh..." "A site about ghosts?" "Th-the paranormal." "Len, you might be the worst liar I've ever met." "Tell me where you've seen this symbol." "Uh..." "I can take you down to the station and ask you there, but then we've got to involve the local police, your restraining order." "Okay." "Okay, uh..." "I was outside Lizzie's house a couple nights ago t-trying to catch a picture of her." "Ohh. [ Sighs ]" "For a second, I thought you were -- never mind." "Um, are you lost or staying at the inn?" "I wish I were." "I want to see where Lizzie axed her folks." "Oh!" "Well, uh, you were looking at it." "Half of it." "That's where they found Andrew Borden slumped over the couch in the sitting...room." "I'm sorry." "Uh, how old are you?" "Poor Lizzie." "I've been reading up on her." "Her parents sucked." "I totally agree!" "Lizzie has been so misunderstood by history." "It's pretty obvious her uncle had the stronger motive and opportunity." "Oh, no." "Lizzie definitely hacked them." "You can see it in her eyes -- serial-killer eyes." "I-I ditched her quick after that." "And you didn't tell the police." ""A" -- restraining order." ""B" -- what am I supposed to say?" "I was hanging out talking murder with a 12-year-old girl in the middle of the night?" "Where does the symbol come in?" "She had it on her shoulder." "I don't know if it was a scar or -- or a birthmark." "What did this girl look like?" "Um, a girl?" "Amara." "That's what she said her name was." "You know her." "You said she was 12?" "Well, maybe a little younger, or older." "Who is she?" "She's a runaway." "Do you know where Amara is now?" "Is she still in town?" "I don't know." "Why are you looking for her?" "I'm not at liberty to discuss that with you." "You have to tell me." "Please!" "I-I need to find her!" "Why?" "You won't believe me." "Okay." "Well, uh, enjoy your Lizzie fest." "Oh, hey, uh, no touching." "[ Chuckles ]" "I-I never touched you." "[ Whooshing ]" "I don't know what that girl did to me, but I haven't been right since." "I can't eat or sleep." "I-I don't dream." "And all the things I used to love -- my Lizzie blog, the ghost conventions -- they leave me cold." "I-I put this whole collection on eBay last night." "Now it belongs to some machinist in Ohio." "Well, what about the superfan curator living the bliss?" "Just playing the part of what I used to be." "You know, fake it till you make it." "[ Chuckles weakly ]" "Or feel it." "So, is that what you were doing at the inn tonight -- faking it?" "No." "I was looking for Amara." "I want her to put me back." "I've always been...odd and quirky." "But I had a life, friends." "And now I remember how to talk to people, what to say, but I feel like I'm acting, going through the motions." "I'm like a robot puppet man." "Wait, Amara was here?" "How?" "Oh, and the real crazy -- apparently, she's like 12." "What?" "How is that even possible?" "It ain't Wheaties she's eating." "I'll tell you that much." "Meaning?" "Len -- he ain't doing so hot." "I think Amara sucked out his soul." "So, Amara's growing like a radioactive weed?" "Yeah, by stuffing her face with souls." "Does that mean she's gaining more power, too?" "And for what?" "I don't know." "That Tsunami's gonna hit us sooner or later." "Right now we've got to deal with what we can deal with -- all these spent shells Amara's leaving behind." "You don't think Len's our Lizzie Borden, do you?" "No, I-I talked to his neighbors, and except for me seeing him at the BB, he's been here all night." "So, we can't kill him 'cause he hasn't done anything yet." "Dean, we don't...want to kill him." "We want to save people, remember?" "[ Snaps fingers ] Right, your new rules." "Why hasn't he offed anybody?" "I mean, it took Jenna all of walking downstairs to slit her grandmother's throat." "I don't know." "Maybe not everybody who gets their soul sucked out turns into a killer." "Or maybe he just hasn't gotten around to it yet." "All right, well, I think the best thing is we just stick close until we figure out how to help him out, which starts by you telling him he's got no soul." "Me?" "Yeah." "Why do I have to do it?" "Well, because you've been there." "You speak the language." "He doesn't even know he's been hoovered yet." "Yeah, but you have a better relationship with him than I do." "Yeah, but you're better with that whole sensitive verbal massage." "There is no sensitive way to tell somebody their soul has been sucked out by a prehistoric tween!" "Shh, shh, shh, shh." "And even if Len does believe us, is that supposed to make him feel better?" "[ Sighs ] Fine." "Probably couldn't handle the truth, anyway." "He's a little -- little fragile right now." "Okay, well, great." "Looks like we're babysitting a 30-year-old man." "There may be someone else Amara got to, as well." "Our hatchet man." "Yeah." "So, the murders started right around the time Len saw Amara, right?" "Well, the wife of the last victim " " Dawn Pinski -- had this bizarre reaction to hearing her husband got minced." "I mean, like she couldn't care less." "That's kind of the way I felt the whole time I was soulless." "Oh, yeah, you were one chilly droid." "Anyways, detective thinks it's shock, but I think maybe mom lost her soul and picked up an ax." "Hmm." "[ Doorbell ringing ] â™ª" "[ Sighs ]" "[ Ringing ]" "Hello?" "Sydney." "This is Agent Collins." "We're trying to find Mrs. Pinski." "Do you have any idea where she might be?" "Um, no." "She, uh -- she didn't mention anything." "Dawn didn't want me to come over today." "Sydney, you are a part of a federal murder investigation." "You do not want to hold anything back from us." "[ Sighs ]" "Okay, there might be one place that she could be." "Dawn has a friend " " Nate -- a special friend." "Okay, I'm reading your mail." "Look, I don't want to get dawn in trouble." "Do you have an address?" "Len:" "Kitten videos, chicken and waffles, eucalyptus scent -- don't care for it anymore." "Used to swoon for dark, curly hair." "Now -- not so much." "[ Engine shuts off ]" "Do you think I had a stroke?" "Or maybe it's a brain tumor." "What's really freaky is all the stuff that used to make my skin crawl now seems..." "Eh." "I couldn't shake a guy's hand before." "God, that wetness." "Now I could lick the sweat off a stranger's " "Okay." "Yeah, any body part." "I'm serious." "I-I feel weird, man." ""Weird" how?" "Like, something's hatching inside of me -- something dark, with...wings." "What?" "Nothing." "But -- no, you looked at Sam like -- you guys know what's wrong with me." "[ Handcuffs click ] Hey!" "You don't have a soul, all right?" "Amara sucked it out." "Wha" "Sam:" "Dean." "You want to be a little more blunt?" "H-how is that even possible?" "Look, this is just so you don't get in trouble, all right?" "We'll be right back, and then we'll figure out what to do with you." "Well, how do -- how do I get it back -- my soul?" "Generally, you don't." "It feels good to finally know." "[ Doorbell rings ]" "Hello?" "Something happened in here." "Well, the blue car's the mom's." "I saw it last night." "[ Clicking ]" "[ Grunts ]" "[ Creaking ]" "[ Whimpers ]" "Jordie?" "Hey, buddy." "You all right?" "Give me a sec." "[ Screams ]" "[ Gun cocks ]" "Sydney:" "Oh, thank God." "I thought you were dead." "[ Chuckles ]" "I can't believe that I bagged both of you guys." "Yeah, so it's, uh, Sydney, the killer babysitter, not the mom." "So, what's the story?" "Are you gonna hack us up like the others?" "I'm " " I'm past that." "You two are an offering to my new friend." "Let me guess." "Is your new bestie Amara?" "You know her?" "[ Scoffs ] Oh, yeah, we're tight." "How did you two meet?" "A couple nights ago, I got pretty sloshed." "This, uh, smug, little trust-fund dirtbag just dumped me." "Excuse me?" "Drunk girl?" "You shouldn't be driving." "You could put your head through a window." "Uh, where are your parents?" "They bring you to this dump on a school night?" "My parents used to do that." "I found this place on my own." "I like dark places." "You're here alone?" "Okay, let's, uh..." "Let's get you inside." "I'm Sydney, by the way." "I'm going to help you, Sydney." "You think I need help?" "Well, um, maybe you're right." "Tonight, anyway." "[ Indistinct whispering ]" "[ Breathing heavily ]" "[ Laughs ]" "How did -- how did you do that?" "Oh, I feel like..." "[ Laughing ] I feel like ecstasy-orgasm chocolate cake." "You're an angel." "Do I look like a whiny, winged suck-up?" "Well, then, what are you?" "[ Whooshing ]" "Have you guys ever seen the iced-tea commercial where the lady is lying on the inflatable raft, and she's just drifting along a sparkling pool?" "That's what it was like being with Amara -- bliss." "No hurting, no sadness, no memories." "So you don't want memories?" "Did you have nice parents, Sam?" "Because my folks treated me and my sister like human ashtrays." "I used to have to drink myself blind to even look at these, let alone show anybody." "And now I don't know what Amara did to me, but it's just skin." "Right, well, that's really..." "Good for you." "No more waking up screaming from nightmares." "No more flashbacks." "Amara took away the pain." "She lightened something in me." "Except now you're an ax murderer." "I'm free." "Before, there was always this constant voice in my head," ""you can't do that." "It's wrong." "What if you get caught?"" "And now it is quiet." "It is just me and what I want." "And when you can do whatever you want, you don't have to get caught." "And then you can really fly." "Were you flying when you diced up that couple at the inn?" "[ Chuckles ]" "When I found out that that pus hole was taking another girl to the BB -- that's his deal-closing move " "I didn't have to sit at home and cry about it." "And what about the innkeeper's mom?" "That piece of jerky -- she screwed me out of two weeks pay." "I used to fantasize about killing her, and now I am living the dream." "So that's how you got in and out -- you worked there." "Just for one summer." "What about Jordie's parents, huh?" "What, did they screw you over, too?" "Not me." "Jordie." "[ Scoffs ] Where to start?" "Meth-dealing dad, slut mom." "No, I saved Jordie." "And I'm gonna take better care of him than they ever did." "Well, you said that we were, uh -- we were an offering." "Well, how are you planning on bringing Amara here?" "Don't tell me that girl's got a cellphone." "I've been praying, and I know that she can hear me." "I can feel it." "She's close." "She hasn't left me." "Well, bring her on out." "We've been hunting that bitch for weeks." "She is a goddess!" "Holy crap." "I just did that." "Hey." "Hey." "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." "Take this away." "[ Exhales sharply ]" "The Darkness is coming." "It's so peaceful." "It's coming for all of us." "[ Birds chirping ]" "Jordie, you have any, uh, family you can stay with?" "When I was 6 months old, my mom died, and my dad was... was never really around much." "I realize that's nowhere close to what you've lost, but...you're gonna survive this." "People are gonna help you." "There's Aunt Kathy." "She comes at Christmas." "First of all, I ripped my hand out of the cuff." "Well, you saved us, Len." "Yeah, that's not why I mauled myself." "I-I wanted to see if I could do it." "It hurt like a mother, but it didn't wig me out at all." "I picked up my thumb like it was a mini hot dog." "Len, I'm not gonna lie." "That's worrisome." "And that girl -- my brain said I should help you, but I-I didn't really feel anything..." "For you or her." "What kind of person can murder and feel nothing?" "Len, whatever Darkness you have inside you, if there's a shred of conscience, then there might be hope." "No, Sam said once your soul is gone, you can't get it back, and -- and I-I know for sure now if I'm not stopped, there'll be another kill." "I can feel it." "Like a bubble rising up." "So, what do you want to do?" "You could kill me." "No, I can't " " I..." "No, I don't want to do that." "Then there's only one thing." "I'm gonna turn myself in." "I'll confess to all the murders." "That way, I can't get out." "Hmm." "Well, there's not too many... soulless killers that would give themselves up." "I remember what it was like to do the right thing." "So I'm " " I'm going through the motions for as long as I can." "So, I can't believe Len turned himself in." "I mean, it kind of makes sense, you know, people having different reactions to losing their souls." "I did." "Everyone's got their own history, right?" "Len loses his heart." "Sydney loses her head." "What are we looking for, the cowardly lion next?" "You know, I get this, like, pit in my stomach any time I think of her -- the Darkness -- like, we only know the tip of what she is, what she does to people." "You know, Len was freaked out by her, but Sydney " "Sydney couldn't get enough." "The..." "Bliss she was talking about, you know?" "What was it like for you?" "Did you feel like that with Amara?" "No." "No, I mean, it was quiet, you know, till, uh [Chuckles]" "Till she started hatching killers and rallying monsters to raise armies." "So that's how we have to find her, huh?" "Follow the bodies?" "You got a better idea?" "We could follow the crazy you've been seeing." "Look, at the rate Amara's growing, sucking souls and getting stronger, she might not be that hard to find." "Come on." "â™ª" "[ Engine turns over ]" "Bye, Dean." "I'll see you soon."