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SAM: So, you're what,
you're English Men of Letters?

- British.
- We wanna work with you.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

- Mick, is it?
- (SIGHS) My number.

What do we think?
Are we buying that Brit's whole

- "let's be friends" routine?
- SAM: No. No way.

The Winchesters are no better
than the monsters they fail to control.

- They need to be eliminated.
- Well, we have Mr. Ketch for that.

MR. KETCH:
I cleaned up the Winchesters' mess.

As suspected,
they couldn't finish the job.

MAN: Thank you, Mr. Ketch.

CROWLEY: Your dinner date is loaded,
single and possibly in delicate health.

ROWENA: It's my chance to leave behind
monsters and demons and moldy hideouts.

CROWLEY: Lucifer.
Wearing Vince Vincente.

You're, kind of, famous.

LUCIFER: Onward and upward.

CROWLEY: That's why he's jumping
from vessel to vessel.

CASTIEL: Me finding him
is my responsibility.

Cass, you're gonna want
some backup on this.

If you get Lucifer cornered
and find yourself in need,

I'm there.

DEAN: Cass is chumming it up with Crowley.
They're hunting Lucifer, together.

Feathers and I are all but inseparable.

Together again.

Yay.

NEWSCASTER: And if the unprecedented
drought conditions persist,

farmers in the state worry

that the entirety of next year's crop
could be lost,

driving up prices worldwide.

In other news, police are investigating
the mysterious death

of billionaire philanthropist
Wallace Parker.

Parker was found dead
in his office late Tuesday,

- his body heavily damaged...
- MAN: Turn that off.

(RADIO TURNS OFF)

Better we stay focused
on the lord's work,

wouldn't you agree?

Of course, Your Excellency.

Such a shame, about Mr. Parker.

I know he was a friend.

Not to mention one of our biggest donors.

Yes.

Your colleagues are already inside.

(SIGHS)

- Agents.
- Okay. This has gotta stop. All right?

Give me that.

- Armani.
- Okay, enough.

Let's have a look.

Ooh. Looks like somebody forgot
to put on his sunscreen.

This was Wallace Parker,

the very powerful CEO
of almost everything.

And apparently, Lucifer's latest vessel.

Wasn't strong enough to hold him.

Lucifer's not content with slutting it
from one random vessel to the next.

He's moving on to blue chips.

Celebrities, captains of industry.

He just got a lot more dangerous.

- I agree with Agent Zappa.
- Will you stop?

DEAN: So, find anything?

Anyone powerful or respectable
who suddenly changed or exploded?

Well, this is pretty interesting.

This is the Archbishop of St. Louis
with Wallace Parker.

- So?
- So that was him three days ago.

And this

is him last night.

At the opening of a food kitchen.

Notice anything missing?

Yeah, the big mother of a cross
around his neck.

Exactly. And this morning,

his office canceled all further public
appearances without comment.

Okay, so you're thinking that
Lucifer blasted out of Parker

and into his buddy, the Archbishop here.

- Worth a shot.
- Yeah.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

- It's awfully quiet.
- Yeah.

I put in a dozen calls
to the Chief of Staff.

No one returned.

Well, we'll have a look around.

If it is Lucifer, we'll call
the rest of the Scooby Gang.

Hey.

Great.

Father. Hey.

What happened?

We knew something was wrong. He...

- (GROANING) He...
- The Archbishop?

PRIEST: Senior staff decided...

Handle internally and intervene...

An exorcism.

Hey.

If I agree to this,

we would be partners.

We'd bring a true era
of spirituality to America

and heal her wounds?

Then hallelujah.

I humbly accept your guidance.

Yes.

(TV PLAYING INDISTINCTLY)

(CHUCKLING)

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

Swell.

Now what?

Okay, then, Jeff.

Usually, I give my hosts more downtime,
but in this case,

high-profile as it is,

I may need help
fine-tuning some protocols,

if I'm going to deliver
on all the goodness,

public service that I promised.

I'm happy to help, partner.

We're appearing
at a series of fundraisers here,

backed by a fantastic group of aides.

So, I just focus on the big picture.

JEFFERSON: The team handles the details.

LUCIFER: Well, listen, Jeff,

this is all useful information, of course,

but if we're gonna pull this off,

I'm gonna need a few more
personal details.

People need to believe that I am, in fact,

President of the United States.

(GASPING)

(GAGGING)

LUCIFER: One minute we're talking about
the best barbecue.

I'm a Kansas City man, Bill,

likes Memphis.

I stepped into the john.
When I came out, he was on the ground.

I...

I tried CPR, but...

I'm sure you did
everything you could, sir,

but it appears
he had a massive cerebral hemorrhage.

We're gonna need an autopsy,
but I don't see any evidence of foul play.

If you'd like to say a few words, sir?

A few words to the man upstairs, sir.

Like you do every morning.

Yes.

Words.

Nothing we ever say feels like enough.

Babies.

That's what we are.

Innocents.

All of us, struggling to

walk upright with purpose and pride.

And yet we need our Father

to be there when we fall.

Today, we lost a brother. Tomorrow,
we will continue our work for the country.

- Amen.
- Amen.

You always know the right thing to say.

(SEARING)

Ugh...

These pictures...

The level of violence,
it's completely unnecessary.

Lucifer doesn't like being messed with.

I guess when the Archbishop's priests
figured out he was possessed,

they tried to keep it quiet,
do an exorcism.

I mean, not that it would've worked.

Lucifer blew town, but not before
he slaughtered the entire staff.

So, we were on the right trail,
but where does it go now?

I don't know.

Who won the Nobel Peace Prize?
Why don't we start there?

KELLY: While we've been away from D.C.
in Belarus,

negotiations between rebel forces
and the government have broken down.

We're recalling Ambassador Harkin.

Sir, is it time to involve the UN?

Mmm...

That, or we can just go ahead
and nuke them.

(LAUGHING)

(NERVOUS LAUGHTER)

Well! Montroy fund-raiser at 2:00,
we'll pick this up at dinner.

Sir?

Thought you might wanna know.

New poll numbers are out.

You're way up.

Officially the most popular
sitting President in modern history.

- Really?
- Mmm.

Hmm. That's impressive.

Uh, Otto.

- Take a little break.
- Mmm.

Was there something else?

(KELLY BREATHING HEAVILY)

KELLY: Well...

- So amazing.
- Yeah.

It's almost like
I've never done that before.

(LAUGHS) You.

You know, Jeff,

I admit,

it makes things kind of exciting,
keeping this a secret.

I just wish

we could make
how we feel about each other...

Well, public.

Oh?

I know,

people might not like it.

Public might not like it
because you're a widower.

Uh-huh.

But I know you've been lonely
since Louise died.

Hmm...

And I know your feelings for me are real.

Because everything you do is real.

I'd just love to think that

some day

we could be a real couple.

Maybe do the wedding thing.

Maybe the baby thing. (CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLES)

I just...

I just know you'd make an amazing father.

(SIGHS)

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Good girl, you're right on time.

Your Majesty.

Keep this up and you could
actually earn back your soul.

What little tidbit
do you have for me today?

There was a death last night
that I ascribed to natural causes, but...

It was anything but natural.

Did the Bunker's warding fail?

I just powered it down. Crowley called,
said he had some big news about Lucifer.

Whatever the hell that means.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Wait a second.

So now, Crowley can just, what,
drop in whenever he feels like it?

I'd prefer keeping Crowley at a distance.

Long distance.

CROWLEY: Not very charitable, Moose.

(SIGHS)

Particularly, since once again
I'm saving both your asses.

So, as you know,

I'm temporarily persona non grata
in my own palace.

- Palace?
- Palace?

However, there are those I still control.
Operatives...

Crowley, can we just get the damn news
without the drama?

Can I get you without the flannel?

No. Still I endure.

What?

Did a little digging,

acting on a tip.

I think I know the identity
of Lucifer's newest vessel.

For God's sakes.

Ah-ha!

Gentlemen,

I give you one Jefferson Rooney,

President of these United States.

You wanted to see me, sir?

Rick, something urgent's come up.

- Urgent and confidential.
- Understood.

We have reliable intel that
two mentally unstable individuals,

possibly cult members,

have imminent plans to assassinate me.

What? Why?

Because I'm Satan.

They think I'm Satan.

Not metaphorically.

Mmm.

In the flesh.

- Satan's not real.
- Well...

He's a symbol for the simpleminded.
A comic book villain.

He's a bit more than that, Rick.

To many people.

- I wasn't briefed on this.
- Well, I'm briefing you now.

We've been sitting on it
until we had more facts.

Aside from the obvious peril to me...

We'll keep it strictly
under the radar, sir.

I think the best way to do that is to
eliminate the threat. Would you agree?

- We could initiate the approval process.
- No. No.

We need to handle this in the family.

Secret Service only.

And as the head of my personal detail,
you will head this up yourself.

Of course.

I'm liking this job, Rick. (CHUCKLES)

I wanna keep it a while.

(DIALING)

(LINE RINGING)

MICK ON ANSWERING MACHINE:
Hello? Mick Davies here. Leave a message.

Even if Crowley does bring in Rowena,
the problem remains.

Lucifer can't be returned
to the Cage inside his vessel.

His essence has to be extracted.

Yeah. And Lucifer has found
the perfect safe house.

I mean, how do we even start
getting close to the President?

Well, it helps that he's not in D.C.

Rooney's actually on a fund-raising swing
through the Midwest.

Yeah. Right now, it looks like
his whole party, aides, Secret Service,

the whole circus is staying
at an estate owned by Ron Forester,

the hedge fund zillionaire.

It's right outside Indianapolis.

But it is completely surrounded
by walls, security,

Secret Service, military.

Plan B?

He's got a hell of a speaking schedule.

He's averaging three events a day.

And he's got a gala dinner
on Friday night.

Well, at least he'll be
outside of the mansion.

Yeah. Guarded like the Hope Diamond.

Plan C?

What about us?
Our feelings for each other?

That's why I've been
totally upfront about Mona.

Mona?

Mona Levin.

Mona Levin, the heiress?

You've been seeing her, as well?

You know, one has to keep
one's options open.

The heart knows what the heart knows.

And what does your heart know about me?

It knows that it's fond of you,

but your credentials were unverifiable.

Financial holdings, Royal Ballet,
none of it!

You had me investigated?

You were scamming me.

- There's the pot calling the kettle black.
- CROWLEY: Ahem.

Ah. Finally.

Light starch.

I opened my heart to a pauper
who was after my non-existent fortune!

Same as I did, sweetie.
I'm just being honest about it.

- Who is this?
- My latest fiancé.

And if I tell Mona the truth?

That'd be a first.

- Get out!
- It's my place!

Mother.

Mother?

(CHOKING)

(EXPLODES)

(GASPS)

Hmm.

That is the sweetest thing
you've ever done for me.

(CHUCKLING)

Promise you won't laugh.

Even if it's funny?

Shh.

I won't laugh.

Tonight,

us here, it felt...

Different.

- Now I'm really not laughing.
- No... (LAUGHS)

We were great as always.

But,

somehow,

in some way I can't describe,

it feels like

something's changed.

(SIGHS)

Maybe something has.

(VOICES ECHOING)

(GROANS)

Cass? Hey.

Something's happened, something's...

- It's angel radio, there's so many voices.
- What are they saying?

(GROANS)

There's been a massive surge
in celestial energy.

A Nephilim has come into being.

It's the offspring
of an angel and a human.

- And that's big news?
- Yes.

But the power that produced this
is immense.

It's much, much greater
than a typical angel.

Lucifer.

Lucifer?

I didn't know he was dating.

SAM: Yeah, and hey, Crowley, uh,

find out from your government mole
if there's a girlfriend, or a mistress,

or a favorite hooker,
or someone we don't know about.

Got it. All right.

Crowley and Rowena
will meet us in Indianapolis.

Do we have a plan?

Impeach LOTUS and find Rosemary's baby.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

(SIREN WAILING)

Oh, crap.

OFFICER ON RADIO: Vehicle in sight. Stand by.

All right. Stay here. We got this.

Gentlemen, is there a problem?

Federal agents, guys.
We need to keep going.

And I need 6 grand by Saturday,
but that ain't happening, either.

(CHUCKLES) You guys know
who you're talking to?

Winchesters.

You made those toy badges
in craft class in the psych ward?

Nice car, by the way.
It really stands out.

Hey. Wait.

Wait a second now.

(GRUNTING)

Let him go! Now!

Stop!

- Don't move!
- Cass, don't.

(CAR APPROACHING)

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING ON CAR STEREO)

MR. KETCH:
You, Angel. Wipe their memories.

(GRUNTS)

US Government plates.

Elite dogcatcher level.

Someone special wants you.

Whose hydrant
have you lads been tinkling on?

I'm sorry, who the hell are you?

Oh. Where are my manners?

Arthur Ketch. British Men of Letters.

So, it's all very simple, really.

Mick Davies asked you to join our effort,
which we're taking international.

My instructions are to strongly
encourage a "yes."

And so, what,
you've just been following us?

Not at all. We're good dogs,
we only come when called.

And he called.

- You what?
- I didn't...

- I hung up.
- Yes, you did.

Which made Mr. Davies think that
you were in trouble, which you were.

So, he rings me, bing-bang-boom,
meet Bob, he's your uncle.

Oh, and, um,

you're welcome.

And why should we believe anything
that you have to say?

You, halo,

do you sense I'm lying?

My name is Castiel.

And, no.

But the truth can be situational.

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, I do enjoy an angel.

But, I understand your hesitation.

You haven't exactly seen us at our best.

Lady Bevell is a bit

- excitable.
- She tried to kill us.

- Like I said, excitable.
- And you're better?

I don't care about you one way
or the other. I'm not an ideologue.

And all you wanna do is
help these American hunters

to clear this country of monsters.

We understand things are different here.

We're eager to collaborate.

The British Men of Letters
are centuries old, lads.

We can offer expertise,

weaponry, skills.

Like we saw out on the road?

I'm an artist, Mr. Winchester.

I paint in many colors.

Was that a grenade launcher?

Quite.

Our engineers have spent years
blending sorcery and technology.

For instance, we don't always
decapitate vampires.

Inefficient, really.

Especially for large nests.

We irradiate them.

Reorder their DNA.
Their own blood becomes lethal to them.

- Cool.
- Mmm.

The toys are the fun part.

Hyperbolic Pulse Generator.

Exorcisms are unreliable.

This device emits a force

which drives the possessing demon
from the vessel.

What about a possessing angel?

And what might you boys be working on?

Well, you want us to trust you?
You're gonna have to trust us first.

And that means?

So, you're gonna pop Lucifer
out of the President with that.

I hope so.

Otherwise we're all dead.

Then Rowena zaps him back to the Cage.
Of course, we gotta get him here, first.

Yeah. We need to get a hold of this

secret girlfriend Crowley found out about,
this Kelly.

Of course, she's in that mansion
with the President,

which is guarded like a fortress.

Only one of us
has a chance of getting in there.

Bollocks.

Yes, I'm pregnant.

Well, I don't know when, Sheri!

I don't know how, I just know that I am.

CROWLEY: Hello, darling.

This is going to sting a bit.

No, no, you're making it up.
It's impossible.

Well, to be fair, so is teleporting,

but, ta-da.

Who are you people?

Well, dear,

I'm a witch, he's an angel.

And I'm the King of Hell.

- Oh, God!
- No, actually, he left.

Okay, guys, not helping.

You can't. He's the President.

He was, but now...

Tell me he hasn't been acting different.

- Jeff's been under a lot of stress, he...
- CROWLEY: Wrong.

He's the Devil.

- Horns, pitchfork, the whole nine.
- Crowley, still not helping.

Listen, we know
what we're talking about, here.

We have been on Lucifer's trail
for a long time.

And we know you're pregnant.

With his child.

That's, that's... You're lying.

The thing inside you, it's unholy.

- It's an abomination.
- That's...

Place your hand here.

(SEARING)

(GASPS)

No. No.

Does he even know you're knocked up?

Yes.

He said he was thrilled.

He said it was the only time
he ever created anything.

Kelly,

we need your help.

"Well, I grant a full pardon..."

"To Charles Manson."

(PHONE VIBRATING)

- Kelly?
- KELLY: I need to see you right away.

It's urgent.

Sir, we agreed to keep this small,
like you asked.

We're gonna go inside
and run a quick sweep.

Absolutely.

Wouldn't want anything happening to me.

Miss Kline.

(DOOR SHUTS)

There's no one in here but Kelly.

Go wait in your car.

It's clear.

Let's go.

(DOOR SHUTS)

(DOOR OPENS AND SHUTS)

(SIGHS)

There's no one in there but Kelly.
We'll wait in the car.

Kelly.

Kelly, what's wrong?

I told you on the phone.

I can't have this baby.

(GASPING)

I'm afraid I'll have to insist.

(SIGHS) Sam.

- (SPEAKS INCANTATION)
- We've done this dance so many times.

(LUCIFER GRUNTS)

Sam!

Rowena! Now!

(SPEAKING INCANTATION)

This isn't over, Sam!

Go to Hell!

- (GRUNTING)
- (CONTINUES INCANTATION)

(YELLING)

(GASPING)

He's alive. He won't remember a thing.

Jeff. Oh, my God.

Jeff?

- Oh, my God.
- Okay, you gotta go.

Get her out of here.

Go. Kelly, you gotta go. Go.

We got him.

We got Lucifer.

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

Mr. President?

Okay. All right. Take it easy, tiger.

AGENT: Mr. President?

On your feet! Hands on your heads!

- Hands behind your heads!
- Okay, listen,

- we were just trying to help...
- Shut up!

You're under arrest for
the attempted assassination

of the President of the United States.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

Sorry, I just, I need a minute.

Kelly?

- (KNOCKING)
- Kelly, are you all right?

- Kelly?
- (PHONE RINGING)

- Hello?
- Castiel?

I can't do it.

Kelly...

I can feel it inside me.

- I'm its mother.
- Kelly, you listen to me.

This is not a baby.

This is the spawn of Lucifer.

It's my child.

(LINE DISCONNECTS)

No, no! Kelly? You...