All language subtitles for Supernatural - S03E01 REMUX.eng

Look, dad's gone now.
We have to carry out his legacy.

And that means hunting down as many
evil sons of bitches as we possibly can.

Whoops.

Sam, look out!

No!

Sam!

You're offering your soul?

- All you gotta do is bring Sam back.
- I'll give you one year. One year only.

If you try and weasel your way out
then the deal is off.

How certain are you...

...that what you brought back,
is 100 percent pure Sam?

What just happened?

That's a Devil's Gate,
a damn door to hell.

Hope to hell you boys are ready
because the war has just begun.

- Hello?
- Hey, Sam.

- Hey, Bobby.
- What are you doing?

- You know, same old, same old.
- You buried in that book again?

Sam, you wanna break Dean free
of that demon deal...

...you ain't gonna find the answer
in no book.

- Then where, Bobby?
- Kid, I wish I knew.

- So where's your brother?
- Ha-ha-ha!

- Polling the electorate.
- What?

- Never mind.
- You boys better pack it up.

I think I finally found something.

Dean?

Dean, you conscious?

Bobby called
and he thinks that maybe we...

- Oh, God.
- Woo-hoo!

Let me see your knife.

- What for?
- So I can gouge my eyes out.

It's a beautiful, natural act, Sam.

It's a part of you
I never wanted to see, Dean.

I appreciate you giving me quality time
with the Doublemint Twins.

Yeah, no problem.

Really?

I gotta say, I was expecting a weary sigh
or an eye roll. Something.

No, not at all.
You deserve to have a little fun.

Well, I'm in violent agreement
with you there. Ha, ha.

- What's Bobby got?
- Not much.

Crop failure and a cicada swarm
outside of Lincoln, Nebraska.

- Now, it could be demonic omens...
- Or a bad crop and bug problem.

- But it's our only lead.
- Any freaky deaths?

- Nothing Bobby could find. Not yet.
- It's weird, man.

The night the gate opened, storm clouds
were sighted over how many cities?

- Seventeen.
- Seventeen.

You'd think it'd be Apocalypse Now.
It's been five days and bupkes.

- What are the demons waiting for?
- Beats me.

It's driving me crazy.

- If it's gonna be war, I wish it'd start.
- I don't know, man.

Careful what you wish for.

Hear those cicadas?

Well, that can't be a good sign.

No. No, it can't.

So we're eating bacon cheeseburgers
for breakfast, are we?

Well, sold my soul. Got a year to live.
I ain't sweating the cholesterol.

So, Bobby, what do you think?
We got a biblical plague here or what?

Well, let's find out.
Looks like the swarm's ground zero.

Candygram!

That's awful.

- Ugh. That so can't be a good sign.
- No.

You hear that?

- It's supposed to be my birthday party.
- Oh, my God.

Grandma is
making out the invitation list.

Sue Ellen is gonna hire...

- Bobby, what the hell happened here?
- I don't know.

- And J.R. is gonna use this...
- Check for sulfur.

- -Big deals.
- And now you're gonna buy my clothes.

I hate this family!

Isaac? Tamara?

Bobby,
what the hell are you doing here?

- I could ask the same.
- How are you, Bobby?

Hello? Bleeding here. Huh.

So, Jenny, is it?
That is a beautiful name.

That's my sister's name. Yeah.

- Honey.
- She sounds like you.

Where's the Palo Santo?

Well, where'd you leave it?

I don't know, dear,
that's why I'm asking.

- Palo Santo?
- It's holy wood. From Peru.

It's toxic to demons, like holy water.

Keeps the bastards nailed down
while you're exorcising them.

Thank you, dear.

You'd lose your head
if it wasn't for me.

So how long you two been married?

Eight years this past June.

- The family that slays together...
- Right, I'm with you there.

So how'd you get started?

Oh, you're not... I'm sorry. It's not...

- It's none of my business.
- No, no, it's... It's all right.

Well, Jenny, if you, uh, look as pretty
as you sound...

...then I'd love to have an appletini.

Yeah. Call you.

- That was the coroner's tech.
- And?

Get this.
That whole family, cause of death:

Dehydration and starvation.

No signs of restraint. No violence.
They just sat down and never got up.

But there was a fully-stocked kitchen
just yards away.

Right. What is this, a demon attack?

If it is, it's not like anything I ever saw
and I've seen plenty.

Well, what now? What should we do?

- Uh, we're not gonna do anything.
- What do you mean?

You guys seem nice enough...

...but this ain't Scooby-Doo
and we don't play well with others.

I think we'd cover more ground
if we all worked together.

No offense. But we're not teaming
with the damned fools...

...who let the Devil's Gate get opened
in the first place.

- No offense?
- Isaac.

- Like you've never made a mistake.
- Oh, yeah. Locked my keys in the car.

Turned my laundry pink.

Never brought on the end of the world.

- All right. That's enough.
- Guys, this isn't helping. Dean.

Look, there are a couple hundred more
demons out there now.

We don't know where they are.

When they'll strike. There ain't enough
hunters to handle something like this.

You brought war down on us.

- On all of us.
- Okay.

That's quite enough testosterone
for now.

I'll check that.

- We've got it in a 34.
- Oh, yeah. Okay.

- Is that all right?
- I think so.

- Excuse me?
- Yes?

Those are nice shoes.

Yeah. They are nice.

- Those are nice shoes.
- Aren't they?

- I want them.
- Sorry, last pair.

Excuse me?

I want those shoes.

What, are you crazy? No.

What? What the...?

- About 10 minutes ago.
- Back there.

- I think you better call Grissom.
- Check that.

What happened outside makes
you realize how fragile life really is.

You gotta make every second count.

- Excuse me a minute, would you?
- Sure.

- Dean, what are you doing?
- Comforting the bereaved.

- What are you doing?
- Working.

Dead body. Possible demon attack,
that kind of stuff.

Sam, I'm sorry. It's just, you know,
I don't have much time left, and, uh...

...I gotta make every second count.

- Yeah, right. All right. I'm sorry.
- Apology accepted.

Whoa. Looking spiffy, Bobby.
What were you, a G-man?

Returning from the DA's office.

- Just spoke to the suspect.
- Yeah?

- What do you think? Was she possessed?
- Don't think so.

There's none of the usual signs.
No blackouts, no loss of control.

Totally lucid. Just think
she really wanted those shoes.

Spilled a glass of holy water on her,
just to be sure. Nothing.

Maybe she's just
some random wack job.

If it had been an isolated incident,
maybe. But first the family, now this?

I believe in a lot of things.
Coincidence ain't one of them.

- Did you boys find anything around here?
- No sulfur.

- Nothing.
- Well, maybe something.

See? I'm working.

- Anything interesting?
- I don't know, yet. Might just be a guy.

Or it might be our guy.

What time is it?

Seven past midnight.

- You sure this is the right place?
- No.

But I spent all day
canvassing this stupid town...

...with this guy's stupid mug...

...and supposedly he drinks
at this stupid bar...

- It's not funny.
- Yeah.

All right, so...

So John Doe's name is, uh,
Walter Rosen.

He's from Oak Park just west
of Chicago. Went missing a week ago.

- The night the Devil's Gate opened?
- Yep.

- Think he's possessed?
- It's a good bet.

So, uh, he just walks up to someone,
touches them...

...and they go psycho or something?

Those demons that got out, they'll be
able to do things we haven't seen.

- You mean, the demons we let out.
- Guys.

All right. Showtime.

- Wait a minute.
- What?

What did I just say?

We don't know what to expect
out of this guy.

- We should tail him till we know.
- So he kills someone and we sit here?

We're no good dead.

We're not gonna make a move
till we know what the score is.

Hey, Bobby,
I don't think that's an option.

Why not?

Damn it.

- Thanks a lot.
- You're welcome.

Pull the car in back.

We'll be right out.

- I love you.
- I know.

What do you think you're doing?

- I'm just hitting the head.
- No.

I mean,
what do you think you're doing here?

I don't like hunters in my bar.

Man,
you really walked into the wrong place.

Hold on. I like the girl.

Wish I had me a girl like that.

I could think of about a thousand things
I'd like to do to her.

You're not gonna lay one filthy finger
on her.

I have something for you.

Here. Have a drink on me.

Isaac?

On the house.

Isaac.

Isaac!

Isaac, no! Baby, please!

Oh, he's down.

All right, honey. Your turn.

- Isaac! No!
- Come on, we gotta go!

- No, no, no, he's dead.
- Isaac, no!

Get in the car.

- Isaac! Isaac!
- Let's go!

Dean, come on!

Go, go, go!

And I say we're going back.

- Just hold on a second.
- I left my husband on the floor.

Okay, I understand that,
but we can't go back.

Fine, then you stay.

- But I'm heading back to that bar.
- I'll go with her.

- It's suicide, Dean.
- So what? I'm dead already.

How you gonna kill them?
You can't shoot them.

You can't stab them.
They're not gonna wait to get exorcised.

- I don't care!
- We don't know how many there are.

Yeah, we do.

There's seven.

Do you have any idea
who we're up against?

- No. Who?
- The seven deadly sins.

Live and in the flesh.

"What's in the box?" Heh.

Brad Pitt? Se7en? No?

- What's this?
- Classification of demons.

In 1589, Binsfeld ID'd the seven sins.

Not just as human vices,
but as actual devils.

The family.
They were touched by Sloth.

- And the shopper.
- That's Envy's doing.

The customer we got
in the next room.

I couldn't suss it out at first,
until Isaac.

He was touched
with an awful gluttony.

I don't give a rat's ass if they're
the Three Stooges or the Four Tops.

I'm gonna slaughter
every last one of them.

We already did it your way.

You burst in there half-cocked
and look what happened.

These demons haven't been top side
in half a millennium.

We're talking medieval, Dark Ages.

We've never faced
anything close to this.

So we are gonna take a breath...

...and figure out
what our next move is!

I am sorry for your loss.

So you know who I am, huh?

We do. We're not impressed.

Now, why are you here?

What are you after?

He asked you a question.

What do you want?

We already have what we want.

What's that?

We're out.

We're free.

Thanks to you,
my kind are everywhere.

"I am legion, for we are many."

So me, I'm just celebrating.

Having a little fun.

- Fun?
- Yeah.

Fun.

See, some people crochet, others golf.

Me...

...I like to see people's insides...

...on their outside.

- I'm gonna put you down like a dog.
- Please.

You really think you're better than me?

Which one of you
can cast the first stone, huh?

What about you, Dean?

You're practically a...
A walking billboard of gluttony and lust.

And Tamara. All that wrath?

Ooh. Tsk, tsk, tsk.

It's the reason you and Isaac became
hunters in the first place, isn't it?

It's so much easier
to drink in the rage...

...than to face what really happened
all those years ago.

My point exactly.
And you call us sins.

We're not sins, man.

We are natural human instinct.

And you can repress and deny us
all you want...

...but the truth is,
you are just animals.

Horny, greedy...

...hungry, heh, violent animals.

And you know what?

You'll be slaughtered like animals too.

The others?

They're coming for me.

Maybe...

...but they're not gonna find you...

...because you'll be in hell.

Someone send this clown packing.

My pleasure.

I don't think we're gonna have to worry
about hunting them.

- What does that mean?
- I think maybe this joker's right.

They're gonna be hunting us,
and they're not gonna quit easy.

Guys, take Tamara and head for the hills.
I'll stay, slow them down, buy time.

You're insane, Dean.
Just forget about it, okay?

Sam's right.

There's six of them, guys.

We're outmanned, we're outgunned.
We'll be dead by dawn.

Maybe, but there's no place to run
that they won't find us.

Look, if we're going down,
we're going down together, all right?

- Well, let's not make it easy for them.
- Aah!

Demon's out of the guy.

- And the guy?
- He didn't make it.

Here we go.

Tamara!

Tamara!

Tamara!

Tamara!

Help me!

Please!

Tamara!

I got away, but I'm hurt bad.

I need help.

It's not him.

One of those demons
is possessing his corpse.

Baby! Why won't you let me in?

You left me behind back there.

How could you do that?

We swore at that lake in Michigan,
remember?

We swore
we would never leave each other.

- How did he know that?
- Steady, Tamara.

- Steady, Tamara, steady.
- You're just gonna leave me out here?

You're just gonna let me die?

I guess that's what you'd do, dear.

Like that night
those things came to our house.

Came for our daughter.

- You just let her die too.
- You son of a bitch!

Tamara, no!

You're not Isaac.

Fat, drunk and stupid
is no way to go through life, son.

I suppose you're Lust.

- Baby, I'm whatever you want me to be.
- Yeah, all right.

- Just stay back.
- Or what?

- Good point.
- Mm. I'm not gonna hurt you.

Not yet.

Not unless you want me to.

Here's Johnny.

Come on.

You really think something like that
is gonna fool someone like me?

I mean, me?

Let me guess.

You're Pride.

Mm. The root of all sin.

And you...

...are Sam Winchester.

That's right, I've heard of you.
We've all heard of you.

The prodigy. The Boy King.

Looking at you now, I gotta tell you,
don't believe the hype.

You think I'm gonna bow to a cut-rate,
piss-poor human like you?

I have my pride, after all.

Now with your yellow-eyed friend dead,
I don't have to do a damn thing, do I?

You're fair game now, boy,
and it's open season.

You.

- Who the hell are you?
- I'm the girl that just saved your ass.

Well, I just saved yours too.

See you around, Sam.

Wait!

Think she's gonna be all right?

No, definitely not.

Well, you look like hell warmed over.

Well, you try exorcising all night,
see how you feel.

Any survivors, Bobby?

Well, the pretty girl and the heavy guy.
They'll make it.

Lifetime of therapy bills ahead,
but still.

It's more than you can say
for these poor bastards.

Bobby, that knife.

What kind of blade can kill a demon?

- I'd have said there was no such thing.
- I'm just gonna ask again.

Who was that masked chick?
The more troubling question would be...

...how come a girl can fight better
than you?

Three demons, Dean. At once.

Hey, whatever it takes
to get you through the night, pal.

- If you want a question, I got one.
- What's that?

If we let out the seven deadly sins,
what else did we let out?

You're right, that is troubling.

See you gents around.

Tamara?

World just got a lot scarier.

Be careful.

You too.

Keep your eyes peeled for omens.

- I'll do the same.
- You got it.

Hey, Bobby?

We can win this war, right?

Catch you on the next one.

So where to?

I don't know.
I was thinking Louisiana, maybe.

- Little early for Mardi Gras, isn't it?
- Yeah. I was talking to Tamara...

...and she mentioned
this Hoodoo priestess...

...that might be able to help us out,
you know, with your...

Your demon deal.

Nah.

Nah? What does that mean, "Nah?"

No Hoodoo spell's gonna break this deal.
It's a goose chase.

- We don't know that.
- Yes, we do. Forget it, she can't help.

- Look it's...
- We're not going and that's that.

- What about Reno? Huh?
- You know what?

I've had it.

I've been bending over backwards
trying to be nice to you...

...and I don't care anymore.

- That didn't last long.
- You know what?

I've been busting my ass
trying to keep you alive.

And you act
like you couldn't care less.

You got some kind of death wish?

- No, it's not that.
- What's it like?

- Sam...
- Please, tell me.

We trapped a Crossroads demon.

Trick it, try to welsh our way
out of the deal in any way, you die.

Okay?

You die. Those are the terms.
There's no way out of it.

If you try to find a way, so help me God,
I'm gonna stop you.

How could you make that deal, Dean?

Because I couldn't live with you dead.

- Couldn't do it.
- So, what now? I live and you die?

- That's the general idea, yeah.
- Yeah, well, you're a hypocrite, Dean.

How did you feel when Dad sold his soul
for you? I was there. I remember.

You were twisted and broken
and now you go and do the same thing.

To me.

What you did was selfish.

Yeah, you're right, it was selfish,
but I'm okay with that.

- I'm not.
- Tough.

After everything I've done
for this family, I think I'm entitled.

Truth is, I'm tired, Sam. It's like
there's a light at the end of the tunnel.

- That's hellfire, Dean.
- Eh. Well, whatever.

You're alive, I feel good
for the first time in a long time.

I got a year to live, Sam.
I'd like to make the most of it.

So, what do you say we kill some evil
sons of bitches. We raise a little hell?

You're unbelievable.

Very true.