All language subtitles for Supernatural S07E05 Shut Up, Dr. Phil-eng

I hate witches. Always spewing
their bodily fluids everywhere.

Creepy. It's
downright unsanitary.

I can't hold them back.

- Hold who back?
- Leviathan.

Like Shapeshifters, only a lot more
into eating folk. Nothing can kill them.

Yes. Sam Winchester was definitely
here. I'll find out where they went.

You know me. You know
the kind of person I am.

She's dropping bodies.
Means we gotta drop her.

She killed her own
mom to save me.

She's done.

You ever do something behind
someone's back because you had to?

You are what you
are. You will kill again.

I'm sorry.

Karen, don't
second-guess yourself.

Yes, your house is beautiful.

But didn't you tell me a million
times it's Rick's dream house?

Selling it is how you
punish his ass, Karen.

After what you've been
through, you deserve that.

You do, honey.

I'll have the papers
ready tomorrow.

Yay!

I'm proud of you.

Bye.

I'm not good. I'm very good.

- There you are.
- Thank you.

All right.

Ten minutes. Holler
if you need anything.

Chris!

Ow. Chris!

Chris! Get back here!

Chris!

Oh, my God. Somebody help!

Is she okay?

Leave me alone! I said shut up!

Just stop!

You are what you are.

You will kill again.

I won't. I swear.

- Somebody better be chasing you.
- It's good for you.

No, no. It's not good for you.

Look, you're a mess and you stink.
While you were being Lance Armstrong...

- That would be biking.
- I was working.

Heard of a town called
Prosperity, Indiana?

- Has anybody?
- Two of their fine citizens...

died over the past two weeks.

Uh, this one chick,
she, uh, roasted...

underneath one of those
beehive hair dryers at a hair salon.

And this other guy...

boiled in a hot tub.

- You don't see a lot of that.
- No.

- It's worth checking out.
- Yeah.

You know, one more thing.
What's going on with you?

- We have had this conversation, Sam.
- No, we haven't.

See, to do that, you'd
have to, uh, sort of speak.

Okay. See if you can get this straight.
See, ahem, you're new Sam, right?

- Lance Armstrong.
- Biking.

And, uh, I'm still me. Okay?

All right? So you might
see things different now.

Uh, call it a runner's
high or some crap.

But that doesn't mean that
something is going on with me.

Yeah. Okay.

No. Don't say yeah,
okay like "yeah, okay."

Yeah, okay.

Yes, sir, I understand.

Yeah. I do realize this Winchester
thing has taken far too long.

I'm sorry about that.

No worries.

I can be there in
a day and a half.

Yeah. I'll hit the road now.

Just stopped for a quick refuel.

Thanks.

It'd be my pleasure.

I'm sorry. I know this is a tough
time to have to talk about all this.

I've already been through it
many times with the lawyers...

- the police, insurance guys.
- Right. I know, I know. We just...

We have to conduct our
own separate investigation.

Sorry. I know it's tough.

Can I ask you, did your
sister have any enemies?

Why do you ask that?

- You think her death wasn't accidental?
- No. No, no, no.

We have to consider
every possibility.

Is there anyone who might
have wanted to harm her?

You don't live here,
so you don't know.

Everyone loved Wendy.

She volunteered at the church.

She ran a group for kids.

I was the big sister,
and I looked up to her.

What about this man who died?
Carl Dunlap. Did she know him?

- I don't think so.
- Wendy was in real estate.

Carl was an architect.
Business dealings?

If they had worked together,
I would've heard the name.

Agent Sambora, if someone
did this to my sister...

find out who.

Nobody was back here but Wendy.

No.

But I was only
gone for a minute.

Can't crank these things past a
certain temperature, am I wrong?

If it started to blow a fuse or
something, it would have shut down.

Hmm.

You're saying this
couldn't have happened.

Basically, I'm saying it
couldn't have happened.

Insurance adjusters
already did that.

Thanks for the heads-up.

Wait. What kind of a coin?

Not American. I don't
know where it's from.

It was wedged back behind
one of those machines.

Somebody could've dropped it.

They don't have pockets...

- in those robe thingies you wear.
- Ha.

- I didn't realize you're a spa expert.
- Shut up. I observe. With my eyes.

Yeah. Whatever you say.

So it must be some
kind of hex talisman?

- Uh, maybe.
- All right. Pick me up.

Why don't you run home, Lance?

- Dean...
- Yeah, I'll be there in a bit.

Sounds good.

- All right. Catch you later.
- All right. I'll see you.

Aw, come on...

No. Unh.

No.

What do we know about the vic?

Dewey Stevens.

Owner, Dewey Stevens
Construction. Biggest outfit in town.

Rotarian, Methodist, tenor...

blue ribbon pecan
pie champ, asthmatic.

We're a close-knit community.

So this, um, pillar
of the community...

he was taking a leak
before he, uh, sprung a few?

The crew had gone for
the day. Site was shut down.

Anything unusual besides
the nails in the eyes?

Well, we're still trying to figure out
where they plugged in the nail gun.

Seeing as there's no
generator on the truck.

When you figure
that out, let me know.

So another victim
everybody likes.

Not everybody.

Another physically
impossible death.

- You got any ideas?
- Cirque du Soleil?

Oh, I, uh, found
another one of these...

like at the, uh, hair
dryer-slash-brain roast.

And I found a connection
with all the vics.

Uh, e-mail logs show
Wendy, the real estate chick...

uh, Carl, the architect,
and Dewey were working...

- on a shopping center project together.
- Why didn't we know about that?

It all fell apart.

There are these e-mails, hot and
heavy, then, suddenly, they just stopped.

So everybody working
on this project has died?

Well, not yet. Um...

They were working with a
developer. A guy named Don Stark.

Don Stark? Why do
I know that name?

Man, this Stark guy is
really plugged in, huh?

So all the players in this
shopping center project...

have either fried,
boiled or kebabbed.

He could be next.

Really? From a freaking flask?

What are you, Bad Santa?

- On the job?
- We're always on the job.

Bobby e-mailed back.

I sent him pics of
those coins you found.

He says the writing
is Romanian Cyrillic...

used only in the mid-15th
to the 19th century.

- Apparently, an antique Walachian ducat.
- So we're looking for an old Romanian?

You know what? Is it just
me or is this really weird?

Huh.

I've seen this once before.
Plants are all dead in one spot.

- Where?
- A bus bench...

with Wendy
Goodson's picture on it.

I'm no expert, but I don't think
plants are supposed to act like this.

If the Bureau is involved, I
assume all three were murdered.

It's looking that way, yes.

Mr. Stark, you had a relationship
with all three victims, correct?

Oh, I knew them in
business circles, sure.

And you were all involved
in a shopping center project.

Why did that fall through?

Uh, these things happen.

Oh, Jenny.

These gentlemen
are from the FBI.

- Jenny Klein, my assistant.
- Hi there.

I'm off to the cleaners, then I'm gonna
stop at Beaman, Beaman and Beaman...

for the revised contracts.
- Hurry back.

- Things fall apart without you.
- Heh.

Oh, I baked you some cupcakes.
- Mm-hm.

- Coconut, heh.
- Heh.

Coconut. You're too good to me.

- I'll see you soon.
- Yeah.

- She bakes cupcakes.
- Yummy.

Could you point me to the
restroom? I had a bit too much java.

- Yeah. Around the corner, down the hall.
- Thanks.

So, uh, usually in
cases like these...

Are there cases like these?

You'd be surprised. Uh,
we start out with the basics.

You have any business rivals?

Sure. Tons. You know,
real estate's brutal.

Well, that was easy.

Heh, on the other hand, I've
demonstrated my love for this town.

I think it's safe to say I'm
respected for what I've done here.

And one of my real treasures.

"To Don. Take no
prisoners. D. Trump."

- The Trumpster, wow.
- Heh.

Like I said, success
breeds fierce competition...

but in the end, everyone
here respects and admires me.

Including your wife?

It's just we heard the
two of you are splitting up.

Yeah, that's, uh, what we heard.

Yeah. Maggie and I are
going through a tough time.

It's a separation. Temporary.

Sometimes, you know, you
grow apart. It's no one's fault.

How would you describe the, uh,
issues between you and your wife?

It's just one of those marital
misunderstandings, you know.

No, I'm sorry, I don't.

It's one of those vague,
hard-to-define passages.

She caught you cheating, huh?

I couldn't help but notice, uh,
things were kind of cordial...

- between you and your assistant.
- Heh.

Pretty good with
the ladies there.

- It's a blessing and a curse, isn't it?
- I'm a people person.

And I admire dynamic,
confident women.

Admire?

Okay, look, it's true, I
had a recent little thing...

with a business
associate. That's all it was.

- A thing.
- Yeah.

Like a shoe or a golf club.

- A waffle iron.
- Yeah.

Yeah. See, Don, uh, wives
generally think of an affair...

- as something more than a thing.
- Yes. When Maggie found out...

she needed some time off.

Temporarily.

Mm. Now, if we were to guess...

that the, uh, business
associate was Wendy Goodson...

would we win the trip to Maui?

No. Her death had
nothing to do with the affair.

It was over long
before her accident.

If it was an accident.

You're not implying
Maggie was behind this.

No, we're not implying anything.
We're just saying you should be careful.

And take her to
dinner and apologize.

Yeah. And grovel.

Wouldn't hurt.

Found a bunch of hex junk
in her stuff. Clearly her thing.

The empty closet didn't seem like
she was coming back any time soon.

So Don admires
Wendy. Biblically.

Wendy dies weird...

and the scorned wife
is into the dark stuff.

While Don is just in the dark.

Hmm. It's kind
of like Bewitched.

Don's the Darrin.
Doesn't even know it.

A lot of laughs until, uh,
you cheat on your wife.

Heh, Bewitched
reference. Really?

Dude, Nicole Kidman
was in the remake.

- Redhead. Hello.
- Look at these dead plants.

Oh. Kind of like the real estate
lady's place. And Don's statue thing.

If she's strong enough...

just being pissed off is enough
to send some bad vibes their way.

Literally kill off everything
around her just by PMSing at it?

Eeh. That's not creepy at all.

Bobby. Hey, it's Dean. Listen...

Winchester. Yeah, very funny.

So we need, uh,
our kind of Terminix.

A witch.

We're headed over to her
place to get you more specifics.

So if you could just, uh...?

Ye... Thank...

He's on it.

Don. Keep it in your pants, man.

All circuits are busy.

Mrs. Stark.

Can I have a moment?

Of course. Um, would you mind
coming back in, say, a half an hour?

- Bad time right now.
- It's very important I talk to you.

Of course, I'm happy to. I'm just
in the middle of an emergency...

so please come back. Thank you.

Sorry, uh...

Restless leg syndrome.

Spoiler alert. Jenny Klein's next.
Swiped her photo off a hex deck...

but Maggie is gonna know
this is gone, eventually.

We gotta get over to Jenny's.

Find the coin. Now!

Come on, Sam!

Okay.

There were tiny beating
hearts in my cupcakes.

There were hearts
in my cupcakes.

Hearts in my cupcakes.
That's never happened before!

Hearts in my cupcakes!

- Should I slug her?
- Give it a second.

Oh, my God.

- What just happened?
- You were hexed.

Hexed?

Who are you people?

- What the hell do I do?
- You go in there...

and you pack a bag, you
get in your car, and you go.

- Go where? SAM:
It doesn't matter.

Five or 600 miles
ought to do it.

You got someone powerful real pissed,
and they're trying to get rid of you now.

In line with that, you might
wanna cool things with Don Stark.

Don Stark?

- What are you talking about?
- You and Don?

You know.

"You know"?

There's no "you know."

No?

Don Stark is my boss.

That's it.

Heh, he's married,
for God's sakes.

Yeah, well.

Heh, me and Don Stark. Ew.

What are you doing? Bunch
these tables more in the middle.

- Give me more air between paintings.
- Can you sign for the flowers?

- I checked them.
- Thank you, Sue.

- What would I do without you?
- I like helping. What are best friends for?

It's just been so tough to
focus with Don, the whole mess.

- Like he put a knife right in your heart.
- Yes.

- Was I wrong to tell you about Wendy?
- No, no.

You think I want you to stand by
and watch him make a fool of me?

I love you for what you did.

I love you too.

No, no. The still life doesn't
go there. It goes on the left side.

So, uh, we're gonna need, uh, one
centerpiece on each of the tables...

and two in the back.

- Don.
- Where's my wife?

You mean the one
who's divorcing you?

I know you can hardly
wait till I'm out of the picture.

It's been a thrill whispering
lies into Maggie's ear.

Oh, but they weren't
lies, were they, Don?

I made one mistake. One.

I sincerely doubt that.

Heh, this is between Maggie
and me. Nothing to do with you.

What do you want, Don?

I'd like to speak with you.

Make it quick.

Okay.

I think I've been patient.

You've had your fun. Very
creative, the thing with Wendy.

But enough is enough.

No, Don, enough is not
enough. Not even close.

What do you want?
My oysters on a tray?

- Now that you mention it.
- The fact is, none of this was my fault.

Maybe if you'd been around more.

But between the art and the
charity and that evil bitch, Sue...

I was edged out of your life.

Oh, boohoo, Mr. Big-Shot.

Mr. I-Gotta-Put-My-Name-
on-Every-Public-Works-in-Town.

- You... MAGGIE: Three
of us in this marriage:

Me, you and your ego.

That was the problem, Don.

So excuse me, I have a
charity event to arrange.

Two FBI agents came by.

Asking questions.

Hunters, sweetheart.

That's what they are.

I can see you're terribly
concerned for my safety.

- But don't worry, I'll take care of it.
- Maggie.

This stops. You hear me?

As of now.

You're so cute when you
try to tell me what to do.

Okay, now she's
just getting nasty.

Killing the girlfriend is one thing,
but his commemorative bust?

- Heh.
- That's gotta hurt.

She'll take the whole town out.
She doesn't care who gets in the way.

Bobby, what do you got?

Yeah? You think
it will take her out?

All right.

I don't need to write it down.
I'll remember. Go ahead.

Mm-hm.

The... Wh... Wait,
hang on, hang on.

Yeah?

Wait. Wh...? Hold
on, hold on, hold on.

Okay. What was the, uh...?
What was that last one?

Right. Uh-huh.

I'll remember. Yeah. It's fine.

Hello, everyone.

And thanks for coming.

Most of you know...

that philanthropy and
art are my two passions.

But what we've... Not there.

Where is the ice? People
will be here in seconds.

What we've assembled here
may be my crowning achievement.

Not to be immodest, heh.

See? I told you.

Everything's perfect.

Yeah. You just reminded me.

I have to check on
the finger sandwiches.

Dude, pie.

- That's...
- Chicken feet. Like the recipe calls for.

- Butcher's fridge is down.
- I can smell that.

Uh, says the power's been
wonky, lost so much product...

probably won't make
rent. Ditto every shop.

- Nothing but burst pipes and blackouts.
- Oh.

He says it's like the
town ran out of luck.

- So coincidence, right?
- Uh...

Yeah. We're past the
point of dead flowers.

What can I say, I guess
the witch is pissed.

All right, uh...

Better get a move
on. You just...

Can you take the feet?

Yes.

To us.

I couldn't have
done it without you.

To us.

That is disgusting!

No.

No.

Not my paintings!

Maggie...

- what is going on?
- He did this.

How could he?

He knew what this meant to me.

Do you mean Don?

Don rigged all this?

- Yes.
- But how?

Just trust me, he
wants to hurt me.

I told you. He's a dick.

We'll get through this.

You have people who love you...

and he can't take
that away from you.

Fine, Donald.

It's war.

What the hell?

Whoa.

Cleanup on aisle seven.

Let's do it.

I don't guess she'd
do this to her auction.

Obviously, it was someone
who hated her guts...

and wanted her party trashed.

Don Stark.

So the mister is
a witch himself.

We got not just one
pissed off witch, we got two.

- Full-on War of the Roses.
- Bewitched got a lot less funny.

Just like when they
switched Darrins.

Where is she?

She'll be here. Been
throwing thunderbolts...

at each other's favorite toys.
Nothing left to destroy but each other.

- This is basically ground zero.
- I hope so.

We need them both in the
same place if we take them down.

Screens up, captain.

- Want one, sweetie?
- Shove it.

We are so having
it out. Right now.

Let me guess. Chicken feet?

Not chilled?

For obvious reasons, you
won't be leaving this room.

Well, you will be leaving...

just not alive.

Maggie?

Okay, plan B.

- What's plan B?
- Talking.

Now? Really?

Obviously a domestic
dispute. If you can't kill them...

- counsel them.
- Yeah. You know what? Not my area.

Okay, okay, okay. Uh, heh.

Obviously, you two are
capable of wiping each other out.

Right? But you haven't.

Huh?

Which means that you two...

you still value
whatever it is you've got.

And you wanna
keep that dance going.

Maybe it's punishment.

Maybe it's sick,
messed up, erotic...

kinky, clamps and
feathers kind of love.

Okay. That's going way
too deep there, cowboy.

Look, what he's trying
to say is that you two...

whatever it is you
have, you're bonded.

Are you out of your mind?

He cheated on me. Humiliated me.

We're not trying to say
what Don did was right.

When a relationship cracks,
usually both parties have a hand in it.

Indeed.

You're defending him.

Okay, okay, okay, look,
nobody can defend Don.

Right? Totally.

But, uh, we get that you feel
betrayed because you were.

Don't suck up to her.

I was betrayed. By all of them.

Carl introduced you to Wendy.

Dewey covered for
you. Wendy did you.

Okay, okay, look.

I gotta say I don't
think Don was lying...

when he said he regrets
the whole Wendy thing.

Thing.

Sit down.

Affair. That's right. Terrible.

The only thing he
regrets is getting caught.

Wendy was nothing to me. It
was over as soon as it started.

She was part of a pattern.
I've had 800 years of this.

- Don't make me bring up the Renaissance.
- Oh, oh! You're one to talk.

That 1492 ring any bells?

The man was about to set sail! He
could fall off of the edge of the Earth.

I took pity. So,
what's your excuse?

I told you. Nothing happened
with the Medici chick.

You've always been insanely jealous.
- Oh, I wonder why.

- Jenny, Wendy.
- Jenny? Nothing happened with Jenny.

- She's just my assistant.
- Heh.

It's true. She,
uh... She told us.

Just an assistant.

- Is that true?
- Yes. I swear it, babe.

I would never.

I made a mistake.

I'm sorry, Maggie.

See? See?

Guys. Guys.

You're talking.

All these years, you buried your
anger and your disappointment.

Till it tore you apart. All
you needed to do was talk.

And I would've missed the nuking
my melon just took. Who wants that?

- Nice touch.
- Thank you.

He's right.

I couldn't kill you.

All I ever wanted is you, Mags.

I've been crushing
on you since forever.

You're the woman I
wanna never grow old with.

I could never murder
you either, Don.

It's crazy...

but true.

Somebody wanna
call these things off?

Excuse me.

- Oh, give me a break.
- I didn't say anything.

It's been a long day.

And it's not over yet.

Hi, Sam.

Hi, Dean.

- Do we know you?
- I know you.

You're the dead guys.

Well, you will be in a minute.

Sorry. You're a bit outmatched.

Don.

Wow, thank you. We owe you.

Good God, what is that thing?

- I guess we should be figuring that out.
- It is on our to-do list.

You know, uh, find a
bottomless pit and drop it in.

That spell will only
last for a few days.

Uh, what are you
even doing here?

Uh, apparently,
saving your lives.

Twice.

Got it.

- Maggie? Seriously?
- She was gonna kill us?

We saved your damn marriage.
- Yeah.

But, to be fair, you
also tried to kill her.

You know how she is when
she gets a bug up her ass.

Gotta love her, right?

Right.

Bottomless pit.

Ciao.

Yeah. He's ready for transport.

I just hope you got some
place you can put him, Bobby.

All right.

We should hit the road.

You ready?

Were you, uh...?

Were you listening
to the Starks tonight?

Uh, when I wasn't getting
slammed into a wall or stung by bees.

You notice how they, uh...?

How they opened up? Got
everything off their chest?

Kudos on selling them that crap.

Heh, it wasn't crap,
Dean. It worked.

Sam, I am so very,
very, very tired...

Like it or not, the stuff you don't
talk about doesn't just go away.

It builds up. Whatever is
eating at you right now...

There's always
something eating at me.

It's who I am.

Something happens,
I feel responsible.

All right? Uh, the
Lindbergh baby, that's on me.

- Unemployment, my bad.
- Not what I'm talking about.

- What the hell are you talking about?
- Whatever you're not telling me about.

Look, Dean, it's fine.

You can unload. That's
kind of what I'm here for.

I mean...

We're good, right?

We're good.