"I got a year to live,Sam." "I'd like to make the most of it." "what do you say we kill some evil sons of bitches and we raise a little high?" " you didn't tell,Dean?" " tell me what?" "there's a big new up-and-comer. her name is Lilith." "she really,really wants Sam's intestines on a stick." "let Dean out of his deal right now." "I'm just a saleswoman." "I got a boss like everybody." "who holds the contract?" "I can't tell you." "Bela Talbot's her real name." "the colt." "Bela stole the colt." "I want it back,Bela." "your little pistol, you mean?" "sorry." "you understand how many people gonna die if you do this?" "whatxactly is it that you think I plan to do with?" "take the only weapon we have against an army of demons and sell it to the highest bidder." "you know nothing about me." " pack your crap. - why?" "where are we going?" "we're gonna go hunt the bitch down." " I don't want to go to hell. - we'll find a way to save you." "I'm scared,Sam." "I'm really scared." "and the only person that can get me out of this thing is me." "and me." "erie,pennsylvania up for a drink?" "no,I can't." "I got to be up at the catwn." "duty calls." "boob job?" "I wish.nah,some crabby old broad wants the works." "I need a forklift to get it all back up." "all that work to have what?" "15 minutes off her faces?" "staying young is a brutal business." "hey!" "help!" "?" "out of here!" "help! sync:" "Óêäì sir?" "please." "it's okay,sir. let me see what happened." "don't you worry. there's nothing I haven't seen." "no. no. no." " let me see. - no" "supernatural s03e15" "stop!" "you ready to talk?" "I don't know." "I don't know anything!" "oh,hat,Sam?" "he doesn't know anything." "yeah,I heard." "I'm telling you the truth." "oh,you are?" "my god,then I owe you an apology." "allow me to make it up to you." "I'm gonna ask you one last time -- who holds my contract?" "!" "your mother." "yeah,she,uh,showed it to me right before I bent her over." "I want a name" " or else - or what,hmm?" "you're gonna squirt your holy water in both ends?" "please." "brother,that's like a fleabite compared to what's coming to me if I tell you jack." "do what you want." "the only thing I'm scared is the demon holding your ticket." "exorcizamus te." "omnis immundus spiritus." "how does that feel?" "does that feel good?" "go ahead." "send me back to hell... 'cause when you get there, I'll be waiting for you... with a few pals who are dying for a nice little meet and greet Dean Winchester." "should I?" "?" "him someplace he can't hurt anyone else." "?" "omnis incursio infernalis adversarii... omnis legio, omnis congregatio... et secta diabolica." "you ran the prints twice?" "are you sure?" "okay. yeah,just chalk it up to lab error." "don't I know it.okay." "thanks. yeah, I'll tell the lieutenant." "bury the body?" "yeah.?" "looks like these demons ride 'em hard just for kic f." "what was the phone call about?" "remember that thing in the paper yesterday?" ""stripper suffocates dude with thighs"?" "the other thing." "right,the guy that walks into the e.r. out." "and kneels over dead.his stomach's ripped his liver,actually.anyways,I just found out something pretty damn interesting." "what?" "the dead body covered in bloody fingerprints -- not the victim's." "okay,great. my man dave caruso will be stoked to hear it." "those fingerprints match a guy who died in 1981." "really?" "urwhat are we lking?" "uh,walking dead?" "walking,killing dead?" "maybe." "zombies do like the other other white meat." "speaking of, what do you care about zombies?" "what do you mean?" "well,you've been on soul-saving detail for months now." "and we're three weeks out, and all of a sudden, you're interested in some hot zombie action?" "hey,man,you're the one who's been all gung ho to hunt." "I just thought I'd be doing you a favor." "hey,no,no, no,no,no." "I didn't say I didn't want to do it,okay." "I mean obviously I want to hunt some zombies." "okay,fine,whatever." "yeah,the rest of the body was intact." "the liver was the only organ missing." "now,where the liver was ripped out, did you happen to notice any teeth marks?" "can I see your badges?" "of course,sure." "fine. so you're cops and morons." "excuse me?" "no,no. we're very smart." "the liver was not ripped out." "it was removed -- surgically -- by someone who knew their way around a scalpel." "didn't you read my report?" "of course we did. oh,it was riveting." "it was a real page-turner, just delightful." " you done?" " I think so." "please go away." " okay. - sure." "what?" "noing." "so,that kind of punches a hole in ourombie theory,huh, that scalpel thing?" "yeah,zombie with skills. "dr. quinn,medicine zombie." "maybe we're on the wrong track,Dean, looking for hacked-up corpses." "what should we be looking for?" "survivors." "this isn't zombie lunch. this is organ theft." "I told the cops all of this yesterday." "I don't want to talk about it anymore." "it's just a couple of questions,sir." "hey,man." "I just got my kidney stolen." "I'm tired." "we'll be out of here quick." "don't you want to get the guy?" "will it get me back my kidney?" "so what's the last thing you remember?" "feeding my meter he jumped from behind... and then I wakenpped to a table." "and then the worst pain you could possibly imagine,only worse." "and then I black out again -- thank god." "and then I wake up screaming ine no-tell motel in a bathtub full of ice." "do you remember anything about the surgery know, what the guy looked like, any details about the room?" "let me think about that." "yeah... one thing is coming back to me." "you know what I remember?" "getting my kidney cut out of my body!" " so,I got a theory. - yeah?" "yeah,I talked to mr. giggle's doctor." "turns out his incisions were sewn up with silk." " that's weird. - yeah,nowadays it is, but silk used to be the sututhf choice back in the ean y 19th century." "it was really problematic." "patients would get massive infections." "the death rate was insane." " good times. - right, so doctors,they had to do whatever they could to keep infections from spreading." " one way was maggots. - dude,I'm eating." "it actually kind of worked because maggots -- they eat bad tissue, and they leave good tissue." "and get this -- when they found our guy, his body cavity was stuffed full of maggots." "dude,I'm eating." "all righ let me get this straight." " so,people are getting ganked,right?" " yeah." "a little "antiques roadshow" surgery,some organ theft." "but why does ty l sound familiar?" "because you ard it before -- when you we a kid... from dad." "doc Benton -- real-life doctor, lived in new hampshire." "brilliant and obsessed with alchemy, especially how to live forever." "so,in 1816,doc abandons his practice and -- right,yeah,nobody hears from him for like 20 years, and all of sudden, people start showing up dead." "dead or missing an organ ot a hand or some other kind of part." "'cause whatever he was doing was actually working." "he just kept on ticking." "parts would wear out, he'd replace them." "but I thoughi dad hunted him down and took his heart out." "yeah,I guess doc must have plugged in a new one." "all right, where's he doi the deed?" "according to this, bes,ky about where he sets up his lab." "he likes dense forest with access to a river or stream or some kind of freshwater. why?" "because that's where he likes to dump the bile and intestines and fecal matter." "lost your appetite yet?" "maybe I can ?" "you." "no please." "no" "no no." "11 22" "33" "44 55" "66 77" "88 99" "00 11" "22 33" "44 55" "66 77" "88 99" "00 11" "22 33" "44 55" "66 77" "88 99" "00 11" "22 33" "44 55" "66 77" "88 99" "00 11" "22" "33 44" "55 66" "77 88" "99 00" "11 22" "33 44" "55 66" "77 88" "99 00" "11 22" "33 44" "55" "66 778" "88 99" "11" "22" "33" "44 55" "66" "77" "88" "canaan,vermont" "no solicitors.no asking for donations.no selling?" "11 22" "33 44 so?" "you called him this morning." "so?" "uh,you told Bobby about a british chick who made contact with you." "and so?" "you know where she is?" "yeah." "great. could you tell me where I could find her?" "no." "course not." "look,Rufus,man... look,let me point something out to you." "you are knocking at my door, so don't "look,man" me." "I'm not your man." "I'm sorry,sir." "all right,I'mght,you a little story." "see,once upon a time, Bobby called me, asked me to call him if I got a whiff of this Bela Talbot." "I got a whiff." "I called. the end." "okay,yeah,if you could just tell me where she is," "I mean, that would be great." " Dean Winchester,right?" " yeah." "Dean,do I look like I'm here to help you?" "I'm gonna say no." "then get the hell of my property." "all right,fair enough." "I got one more question for you,though." "see,I got this,uh this bottle of scotch, and...is this considered good?" "bottoms up." "you know,I don't even bother drinking unless it's this stuff." "nectar of the gods, m telling you." "hey,it's a nice change, you know." "most of my whiskey's from a plastic jug." "so,Bela was here because... she wanted to buy a couple of things, which is gonna take me some time to round up." "where is she now?" "c-can I ask you something?" "sure." "you got three weeks left." "why are you wasting your time chasing after that skinny, stuck-up english girl?" "how do you know about that?" "because I know things." "I know a lot of things about a lot of people." "is that so?" "I know ain't no peashooter gonna save you." "what makes you so sure?" "'cause that's the job,kid." "even if you manage to scrape out of this one, there'just gonna be something else down the road." "folks like us... there ain't no happy ending." "we all t coming." "well,ain't you a bucket of sunshine?" "I'm what you've got to look forward to if you survive." "but you won't." "so,Bela... hotel canaan." "room 39." "but watch your back." "I think I can handle Bela." "oh,don't be so sure about that." "there are things that you don't kn about her." "oh,and you do?" "right." "because you know things." "yep." "and let me guess -- you lift her fingerprint?" "yep." "and that got you jack." "yep." "she bux@ed them off." "probably years ago." "yeah,so you're right ere we are." "nope." "you do her ear?" "sorry?" "you do her ear?" "hey,man,I'll try anything once,but I don't know." "that sounds uncomfortable." "ears are as unre to humanso as finge no kidding." "of course,that don't fly in the courts over here, but in england, they're all over it." "a friend of a friend... of a friend faxed me 10 pages of confidential files within a day." "all I had to send him was one clean shot off the security camera." "right." "one ean shot of her ear." "the so-called Bela Talbot." "shh!" "shh!" "shh!" "it's okay." "I'm here to help you." "I'm here to help you. pehere to help you." "shh,shh,shh,shh, shh,shh,shh,shh... shh!" "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry. okay,here we go. shh." "shh,shh,shh." "shh!" "shh!" "shh!" "shh!" "ok,watch your head." "sorry." "try to get straight. try to get straight." "where's the colt?" " Dean. - no extra words." "it's long gone -- across the world by now." "you're lying." "I'll call the buyer. speak farsi?" "now,look -- don't flatter yourself." " don't move." " I told you I don't have it." "oh,yeah,I'm definitely gonna take your word for it." "don't move." "it's gone." "get on a plane if you must." "track down the buyer. you might catch up to him eventually." "are you going to kill me?" "oh,yeah." "you're not the cold-blooded type." "you mean like you?" "that's true." "see,I couldn't imagine killing my parents." " I don't know what you're talking -- - yes,you do." "you were,what,14?" "folks died in some shady car accident." "police suspected a slashed brake line, but it was all too crispy to tell." "cut to little Bela -- ohi'm sorry,abby -- inheriting millions." " how did you ev-- - doesn't matter." "they were lovely people." "and I killed them." "and I got rich." "I can't be bothered to give a damn." "just like I don't care what happens to you." "you make me sick." "likewise." "you're not worth it." "it worked." "he found me." "no,Sam wasn't with him." "but I know where they are." " Dean?" " yeah." " did you get the colt?" " what do you think?" "so,does that mean Bela is... no,no,she deserves to die a dozen times over," " but I couldn't do it." " Dean." "I'm really screwed,Sammy." " no,you're just - - but you were right." "Bela was a goose chase." "the colt's gone,and this time I'm really screwed,Sam." "maybe not." "look,I found Benton's cabin." " you okay?" "was he there?" " yeah." " did you kill him?" " no." "what do you mean,"no"?" "Dean,please just listen for a second." "I found his lab book, and it has the formula." " what, the live-forever formula?" " yeah." "great,let me guess." "I got to drink blood out of a baby's skull?" "no,that's the thing -- it's not black magic." "there's no blood sacrifice or anything." "it -- it's just science,Dean." "very,very extremely weird science,but... wait,wait,wait. what are -- what are you saying?" "you ink..." "Dean,I think it might be doable." "I mean,I know we've hit a lot of walls, but I-I think this formula " " I think it might be it." "this could save you." "okay,so,this formula... well,I mean,look,look, we're not in the clear yet." "there are still things that I don't get." "Sam?" "Sammy!" "you can relax." "it's all gonna be okay." "ain't nothing gonna happen here that you got to worry about,Sammy." "your chances of coming out of this procedure alive -- very,very high." "how do you know my name?" "oh..." "I know." "you think I'm some kind of monster,don't you?" "well,I got to tell you, I have never done one thing that I did not have to do." "this whole eternal-life thing is very high-maintenance." "if something goes bad -- like my eyes here -- you got to replace them." "and sometimes things get damaged, like when your father cut out my heart." "now,that -- that was very inconvenient." "so,I'm sure that you can understand all the joy I felt when I read all about myself here in his journal." "kind of makes this whole thing just feel like some kind of family reunion,don't it?" "well,I guess it's about time that we get this thing started." "shoot all you want." "a knife?" "what part of immortality do you not understand?" "pity about the heart, though." "it was a brand-new one." "good." "it should be pumping nice and strong... sending this stuff throughout your whole body." "see,I picked up your little bottle upstairs and dipped the knife in it." "oh,hiya,doc." "wakey,wakey, eggs and bac-y." " please. - please what?" "you've been killing poor bastards for over 150 years and now you got a request?" "shut up." "no,you don't understand." "I can help you." "I know what you need." "we might have to cut him up into little bits." "you know,this immortality thing is a bitch." "I can read the formula for you." "the whole immortality -- forever young,never die." "Dean." "Sam." "what?" "I mean,we're talking hell in three weeks." "or needing a new pancreas in like half a century." "yeah,well,you can't exactly get those at a kwik-e-mart." "it's not perfect, but it buys us more time to think of something better." "we just need time,Dean." "I mean,please,just -- just think about it." "no." "Dean,don't you want to live?" "what he is isn't living. look,this is simple." " simple?" " to me it is,okay." "black or white -- human,not human." "see,what the doc is is a freakin' monster." "I can't do it." "I would rather go to hell." "you don't understand." "I can help you!" "now,I'm gonna take care of him." "you can help me or not. it's up to you." "no!" "no!" "no!" "?" "I can help you.no." "enjoy forever in there,doc." "let me out." "I can save you." "no.don't." "no." "?" "no." "hiya,Bela." "here's a fun fact you may not know " "I felt your hand in my pocket when you swiped that motel receipt." "you don't understand." "oh,I'm pretty sure I understand perfectly." "you see,I noticed something interesting in your hotel room, something tucked above the door." "an herb -- devil's shoestring." "well,there's only one use for that -- holding hellhounds at bay." "so,you know what I did?" "I went back,and I took another look at your folks' obit." "turns out they died 10 years ago today." "you didn't kill them." "a demon did your dirty work." "you made a deal, didn't you,Bela?" "and it's come due." "I can take care of them for you." "and it won't even cost you anything." "for 10 whole years." "is that why you stole the colt,huh?" "to try to wiggle out of your deal?" " our gun for your soul?" " yes." "but stealing the colt wasn't quite enough,I'm guessing." "they changed the deal." "they wanted me to kill Sam." "really?" "wow." "demons untrustworthy -- shocker." "that's kind of a tight deadline,too." "what time is it?" "oh,look at that. almost midnight." "Dean,listen,I need help." "sweetheart, we are weeks past help." "I know I don't deserve it." "you know what?" "you're right. you don't." "but you know what the bitch of the bunch is?" "if you would have just come to us sooner and asked for help, we probably could have taken the colt and saved you." "I know, and saved yourself." "I know about you Dean." "and who told you that?" "the demon that holds it." "she holds mine,too." "she says she holds every deal." "she?" "her name's Lilith." "Lilith?" "why should I believe you?" "you shouldn't, but it's the truth." "this can't help you,Bela. not now." "why are you telling me this?" "because just maybe you can kill the bitch." "I'll see you in hell."