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- Figures.

- Hi, Brock.

Hello?

- Are you sure we shouldn't
take him to a hospital?

- According to Ada,
the only cure is magic,

which is what the tea is for.

- You did it, Mary.

You found him.

- We found him.

- Now that he's back, are you...

Are you out?

- I have to make sure
he's okay first...

As much as I wanna sock him
as soon as we wakes up.

Why?

Are you trying to get
rid of me, Winchester?

- Well, this tea
is not gonna brew itself.

I'll make some more.
- Thanks.

- I still can't believe
he did what he did.

He busted in all guns
blazing with this thing.

Mary...

- Dad?
- I think I found a way.

A way for what?

To find the queen.

- A way to find the queen?

Well, did Samuel
say anything else?

- No. He passed out.

What about you two?
You guys find anything?

- Nada.

I mean, we've been
keeping our ears pressed

at the police scanner,
but so far, it's been quiet.

Like, the Akrida
have just disappeared.

- Well, it makes sense
that they'd be in retreat.

We hit 'em pretty hard.

- We did find something else

that was interesting.

Um, reports of a musician
who burned up

outside the Knave of Hearts
in Kansas City.

All that was left of him was
a pile of ash and his guitar.

The cops' best theory
is that he got lit up

by an arcing power line.

- Is there a reason to believe
that's not what happened?

- Because you need
a power line to arc,

and the closest one
is across the street

from where he got zapped.
- Mm-hmm.

- The Knave of Hearts, why does
that sound so familiar?

- Because it is
one of the most famous

underground clubs
in the Midwest.

If you wanna make it in music,
you play the Knave.

- You all should
definitely check it out,

but I'm gonna wait here
for when my dad wakes up.

- Maybe I'll stay too.

- I'll allow it.

Lata, let's boogie.

- Have fun.

- Being a hunter, it means
living a life of sacrifice...

Not a lot of room for dreams.

But you open your heart
and get a little lucky,

you'll find you gain
more than you lose.

- What is that smell?

- Mmm, the smell of stars
being born.

- You sure it's not
stale beer and B.O.?

- Pay your respects, okay?
This is a cathedral.

- Yeah, that is not the word
I would've chosen.

- I'm gonna go distract
that sulking bartender...

See if he can tell us anything
about our guy.

Maybe you can go
to Brock's dressing room

and see what you can find?

- What'll it be?

- Uh, rye whiskey, rocks.

Uh, make it a double.

- I saw Brock's show last night.

I didn't know it would be
his last.

The fragility of life, man...

- I don't know why
everyone that comes in here

thinks I'm a shrink.

If you wanna cry
about something...

Cry into your glass.

- Nice to know
that the locals are mourning.

- Hello, Brock.

- Please tell me
you found something.

- These were on Brock's mirror.

They're protection sigils.

If he was digging into this,

then he knew he was in some
kind of paranormal danger.

- Could you tell from the sigils

what had him spooked?

- I'll have to check my books.

Luckily, I brought some.

- You do realize
your mobile library

has single-handedly destroyed
the shocks on my...

- Rivers Gemini?

As I live and breathe!

- Oh, my God!
- Come here, hey.

Oh, it's... what the hell
are you doing here?

- Jericho, I could ask you
the same question.

- Uh, actually, I'm headlining.

- You're... you're headlining

here at the Knave of Hearts?

- Yeah, lots of changes
since we saw each other.

Who's, uh, who's your friend?

- Hi, I'm Lata,
and you're clearly Jericho,

but, I'm sorry,
who is Rivers Gemini?

- No one.

- She doesn't know?
- No, she does... she doesn't.

The old stage name

for this dulcet-toned crooner.

- Ah.
- We had a two piece.

It was "Rivers Gemini
and The Jericho Kid."

- And you do not
get to call me that.

- Oh, whatever you say,

Rivers Gemini.

- Um, I'm glad
that you stuck with it.

How's the tour going?

- Yeah, I mean,
it was roses until last night.

I mean,
did you hear what happened?

- Yes.
- Yeah.

Yeah, yeah.
- Yeah.

- It was horrible.

- Well, perhaps you'd like
to join us for a drink?

- It's the least we could do.

- Yeah, yeah.

- Okay.

- Come on, Rivers.

- So Ada's magic tea

is just a bunch
of sticks and leaves?

- Well, the healing power
of plants, I guess.

I'm just following
the recipe she gave me.

- Well, whatever it is,
it's working.

His fever's down.

- Good.
Well, let's keep it coming.

Why don't you take
a moment for yourselves?

- What happened got me thinking

about the Cuban Missile Crisis.

- Uh, I assume the Akrida are
Khrushchevs in this scenario?

- In 'Nam,
some of the older guys,

they would tell stories
about how everybody thought

that they were gonna die.

So they would do
all kinds of crazy stuff,

like get drunk

and boost cars,
just 'cause they thought

they didn't have to live
with the consequences.

- Mm.

Are you saying
we should've boosted a car

while we had the chance?

- I'm saying that...

our kiss, it wasn't that for me.

I wanna live
with the consequences

and I hope that you do too.

- I don't regret what happened.

But with everything going on,

and now my dad being back, I...

I'm not sure what I'm ready for.

So I... I just need time.

- Of course.

Yeah.

Oh, God.

- This is the greatest photo
I have ever seen.

- We really were something, huh?

Yep, I wish
you would've stuck around.

I mean, the stages I have
played the last few weeks,

I mean, whoo!
- Nah, no, no, no, no.

The fame would've gone
to my head.

- Mm-hmm, yeah, like anything
could inflate this ego more.

- So was Brock a replacement
for Rivers?

- No,
nobody could replace Rivers.

He could make
an entire room weep

with three chords and the truth.

- Notice how he doesn't say

why they were weeping.

Yeah, Brock was no Rivers.

It was a real shame
what happened to him though.

- They're saying
it was an accident.

- Yeah, I was on stage
when it happened,

so I didn't really see anything.

Oh, you know what? I gotta, um,

I gotta go talk to the band.

But listen, um,

come to the show tonight.

It would mean a lot to me,
all right?

And we can catch up after.
- Yeah, um,

I... I don't think
we'll have time.

- Just hang onto 'em.

Just in case, okay?

- Well, he is a ray of sunshine.

- Yeah, well,
I've had enough sun for today.

So, um, Jericho might
not have all the answers,

but those sigils you have might.

Oh, um, sorry.

Um...

Nice chapeau, by the way.

Um, hope I didn't scuff it.

- Not at all, mon amí.

You two kids have a fun night.

- Brock was thorough.

Each of these sigils
is from a different culture,

but the purpose is the same...
Protection from dark magic.

- So we're looking
for a dark magic wielder

from we don't know where.

Really narrows it down.

- You sure you don't want
to go to the show tonight?

- Positive.

It's like looking
in a funhouse mirror

of what my life could've been,

so no, thank you.

- You miss it, don't you?

- A part of me does.

But it was never gonna work.

You're on the road for so long,

it's a matter of time

before you come
across a monster,

and then something has to die...

The dream

or the monster.

I have an idea.

Roadies see all, and better yet,

have an opinion on everything.

Hey, um, you need a hand?

- Beat it, kid.

Sorry, uh,

after what went down
last night...

I've been all over the place.

Thanks for the assist.
- Yeah... last night?

Um, you mean
what happened to Brock?

Never mind.

Forget it.
- No, he...

He was our friend.

We're not sure
we buy the official story.

- When we talked to him
last night,

he sounded paranoid,

like someone was following him.

- Look, you didn't
hear this from me,

but fans have been
following us...

Obsessed with the musicians.
- And let me guess.

The feeling wasn't mutual.

- Bingo.

He was at Brock's set.

When it ended,
he followed him out.

- What did he look like?

- About yea high,

had a cool hat
with a feather in it.

Anyway, I gotta get back to it.
Thanks again.

- He was there, the guy
that I bumped into at the bar.

- What if
he's targeting singers?

- Then Jericho could be next.

Who are you, and what
are you doing in my house?

- Millie Winchester.

You saved my son's life.

- The boy with Mary.

Ugh, whatever that is,

you can pour it down the drain.

- Doctor's orders.

- Doctor who?

- Ada.

She also said to get some rest

and not to be a jackass.

Her words.

- That sounds like Ada.

Where is she?

- Trying to find
some kind of magic

to kill these
human-sized cockroaches,

now that the Monster Box
got destroyed.

Where's Mary?

- Taking a beat.

Yeah.

- That daughter of yours
is a good kid...

Been teaching John
his way around hunting,

much as I don't like
the danger it puts him in,

I think
it's actually good for him.

- Well, fighting monsters
isn't for everyone.

- Mm.

The only thing I like fighting

is the wear and tear
on a timing belt.

I'm a mechanic.

- Oh.
- I've had the bad luck

of marrying into this craziness.

- If your husband's a hunter,
you thought I'd heard of him.

- Before he died,

he was a Men of Letters.

You mean to tell me

that my daughter's
teaching family secrets

to the son of a mole man?

- A mole man?

- Men of Letters,

buried underground
with all their books,

while hunters are out there
getting their hands dirty...

Or worse.

- Well, enjoy the tea.

And for the record,

if it wasn't for my mole man
of a husband,

you, your daughter, and my son

would all be dead right now.

- Uh,
for anybody out there tonight

going through hard times,

this next one's for you.

- You rock, Jericho!

- Come on, come on, come on.
- Hey.

- Oh, sorry.

I... I thought
you were someone else.

- If you wanted
to join me on stage,

all you had to do...
All you had to do was ask.

- My mistake.

I thought I saw
a light coming down

from the rafters, all right?

- I never took my eyes
off of him.

But then he was
just someone else.

- Excuse me.
- Sorry.

- Going somewhere?

- Hell yeah... anywhere but here.

- Jericho,

we're on your side here.

- You can talk to us.

- You're not gonna believe me.

I had to go solo,
and then things took a turn.

- What do you mean?

- Nobody wants
to hear Jericho Kid

without Rivers Gemini, 'kay?

But things changed
a few weeks ago.

- What happened?

- I was playing this dive bar
at Nashville.

There was a suit.

He bought me a couple drinks
after the show,

and then he asked me
what I would give

to have the kind of music
that shook people's souls.

- And how did you seal the deal?

- Well, the rest of the night
was kind of blurry.

But the next morning,
I woke up with this.

I mean, that night,

I played the same set.

This woman, she looked at me
like I was the second coming,

and it was...

It was intoxicating.

- And then she burned.

- I didn't...
I didn't put it together

until it happened again.

And I was done singing
in Nashville,

But the tattoo...

I mean, he said
if I don't sing to someone,

then it'll burn me up instead.

- And then Brock figured out
what you were doing.

That's why he surrounded
himself with the sigils...

For protection.

- He wanted me to cut him in.

I had to nip it in the bud,

but that bartender...
Okay, I don't know.

That must've backfired
or something.

That is not
who I was singing to.

- Then who?
- That suit from Nashville.

He called himself Loki.

- Loki?

As in the Norse trickster
demigod, Loki?

That... that Loki?

- How is none of this
fazing you?

- You asked me why
I walked away.

Helping people with weirdness
like this is why.

Mm.

- Dad, you should lay down.

- I'll lay down when I'm dead.

- Oh, right.

You must be John.

- Yes, sir.

Yeah, I wanted to thank you.

- Save it, save it. I know.
I saved your skin.

But tell me something.

I heard your dad
was Men of Letters.

- Hey, give John
the third degree later.

I wanna hear about
this Akrida Queen.

You said you know
where to find her.

Get my bag.

I was searching
for the queen's burial site

when they found me.

She's the key
to their whole damn invasion.

- How?

- I wish I knew, but I don't...

Well, not yet.

- So how did you even get

on the Akrida's track
to begin with?

- When you've been hunting
for more than five minutes,

you make contacts,
and you hear things.

I caught wind of a sighting
a few months back...

Matched the description
of the Akrida,

along with information
about the weapons,

so I...

I ran 'em down.

- Alone,

without telling me.

- John, why don't you
go sharpen some stakes

and give us a second here?

- Yup.
- No.

Anything you can say to me,
you can say to John too.

Start by telling us
about the queen.

- Everything points
to the queen's burial site

being at one of these locations.

- These recon photos?

- Yeah, we study those photos,

we can find out
where she's hiding.

- Let's go set up the darkroom.

- Mare...

- I know I've only been hunting
for five minutes,

but she hasn't slept a good
night since you've been gone.

Least you could do is treat her
more like a daughter

and less like a soldier.

- He's a trickster, right?

So he could be hiding anywhere
and look like anyone.

- Explains how he got away...

Probably just shape-shifted
into someone else.

- Well, let's just hope
that one of your books

has the trick to see
through his smoke and mirrors.

I know what you're thinking.

What a twist!

I must say, Jericho,
you were right about this one.

He's got pluck.

Er...

Jerri didn't mention that, uh,

he and I, we...

Wow, um,

I guess I know why
the band broke up.

- Carlos, I'm sorry.

- You set us up?

- He did...

Little addendum
to the contract I threw in

just to spice things up...
An exit clause, if you will.

But I always make a point

to get to know
the new talent firsthand

before I make a deal.

I was skeptical at first.

Seeing you up close won me over.

- I'm not making
a deal with you.

- Hm.

- Oh, my sweet,
little summer child,

you will
if you wanna save Jericho.

You know,

you have
a very impressive résumé.

"Love of modern dance." Useless.

"Gifted typist."
Now that's a skill.

"Musician, hunter, hair model."
Samesies.

But what I don't see here

is somebody
who will just walk away.

We're nodding, we're nodding,
but we're not speaking.

You gotta say the words, kid.

Them's the rules.

- Carlos,
you don't have to do this.

- I don't recall asking you.

- You have a deal.

- Atta hippie!

Let's tango.

- Am I free now?

- Oh, as a matter of fact...

What did you do to him?

- Oh, please, nobody cares...
At least, I don't.

He's like a security deposit.
Move on from that.

Let's focus on you.

Here's the lowdown.

Song by sunup,
or things are gonna get toasty.

Toodles.

- One night only.

Okay,
so you sing a song tonight,

someone burns,
and then the curse is lifted?

- That's the gist of it.

- Can't we just figure out a way

to remove the tattoo?

- If it was weaker magic,
perhaps.

But a demigod like Loki,

defeating him is the only way
to save Carlos.

Maggie's books...

Her lore on gods and demigods.

Surely there's something
in there about Loki.

- All right.

I'll start over here
and we'll see...

- Okay, what is it called?

- What are you thinking?

- I'm thinking that a lot more
changed than I realized.

When I first met Carlos,

he was a feral kid
with a knack for hunting

and getting into trouble,
and Lata, she was terrified.

She was, um, content
to read about what we do

in the safety of the library.

It's only been a few months
since I've seen them,

but now look at 'em.

- Well,
it's all because of Mary.

She brought us together.

- She didn't get that from me.

Hey, guys, monsters that kill...

To feed and survive
are one thing.

Ones that kill for kicks...

We're in for a fight.

- Okay, weird sensation,
but contemplating my mortality

has surprisingly made me hungry.

- Read this for me,
and I'll make you

one of my family specials.

- I don't...

What's the family special?

You know, I always imagined

my last supper
would be on a yacht

in the middle
of the Mediterranean

on the lam with my lover
after a heist gone wrong.

- I think I found something.

"Loki's magic is tied
to a powerful symbol

"of misdirection and trickery

"that he carries with him...

A hand mirror."

- So what's the plan?

Smash the mirror, no more curse?

- No,
the mirror's indestructible,

but there might be
another way to kill Loki...

"using a reflective blade
like the mirror

that's been enchanted
using a warrior's own blood."

- Reflective like this?

- Are we ready?

- Dad, what are you doing?

- There's a monster out there
that needs hunting.

Let's go hunt.

- No, you're in
no condition for this.

- I'm going.

- Can we talk for a second?

You don't get to do this.

- I taught you how to hunt.
I don't need your permiss...

- You can't disappear
and then waltz back in here

and pretend like
nothing ever happened.

- I know that I owe you
an explanation.

That's why I tried
to talk to you earlier.

- Why didn't you tell me
where you were going?

About the Akrida?

- Mary...
- You left me in the dark!

What gives you the right?

- 'Cause you're
a stubborn jackass!

Just like me.

Had I told you what I was doing,

I know you would've
charged in headfirst.

I did everything I could
to get you off my trail,

because I couldn't... I... I...

I can't let you turn out
like Maggie.

You could've been anything,
Mary, anything.

But when I put that knife
in your hands,

I chose this life for you.

I forced you to follow
in my footsteps,

just like my dad forced me.

It was wrong.

I don't want you to hate me
like I hated him.

- Dad...
- I heard tall tales

of an Oppenheimer...
Someone who found a way

to nuke all these damn monsters,

so that you could be free
of all of this... forever.

- But you found
the Akrida instead.

- I can't give you back
all those years.

But I'm your dad. I have to try.

- He's not here.

- Then where is he?

Oh, goodie.

Brought your own adoring fans.

I was secretly hoping you would.

You know,
I booked this whole place

just for you...

Not cheap, but you're worth it.

Now...

What'll you have?

Dirty blades.

Dirty pool.

How about we even these odds?

Ha!

Ah!

John, look out!

It's not working!

- Because they're
not the real ones.

- Samuel!

- You might feel a little pinch.

Ah!

- Got him, Dad.
- Yeah, thanks.

- I'm not falling for
anymore of your tricks.

- Darn.

You got me.

- How did you know it wasn't me?

- I found his tell.

You're not left-handed.

I know my daughter.

- Oh, wow.

Whew!

Is it dusty in here,
or is it just me?

That was... wait...

That was a beautiful
father-daughter moment.

I mean...

No notes.

- No...

- Oh, yeah!

After all,
every great trickster...

And of course,
I am the greatest trickster...

Has to have at least
one last one up their sleeve.

- You should be dead.

- Oh, for the brains
of this operation,

you are not the smartest cookie.

Cookies aren't smart
to start with.

Think on that. Take a look-see

at the translation
of the incantation.

Oh, it's a hoot.

- Let us go.
- Zip it.

For someone your height,
you're very loud.

- Mm!

Mm...

- All right, music man,

time's almost up.

Thought about
who you're serenading?

I made it easy.

- What did you do to him?

- Oh, come on, man.

Don't get all high and mighty
on me now.

You sacrificed everything
to be a hunter

so broken people like Jericho
can live?

Come on, man!

Clock in, Carlos!

Why should you pay
for what he did, hmm?

Yeah.

That's right.

Exactly.

Go ahead, champ.

Let's hear those dulcet tones.

Jericho's waiting.

Groovy... an acoustic jam.

I like the buildup.
Very dramatic.

It's gonna be great.

- That was a rental!

- You're right.

I did sacrifice everything
for hunting.

But I got so much more out of it

than I could've imagined
in exchange.

I won't play your game.

- That's stupid.

This!

Isn't happening!

Ah!

When the chips are down,

humanity always chooses
the selfish way out!

Always!

And you... you are the portrait
of bad choices!

I am not gonna lose to you!

No, no, no, no, no.

You son of a...

- Is this a trick?
- Great.

Thanks for nothing, Carlos!

- Did you know
that was gonna work?

- No, I...

I didn't.

- Hey, easy, manicure.
I can feel that.

- This must be the price
Loki has to pay

for losing the game...

To be trapped inside

the indestructible source
of his power.

- Did you really mean
what you said?

- Every word.

You guys...

you guys are my family.

- Stop tapping me.

I said stop.

- Where are you headed with
that useless piece of junk?

- Figured I'd fix old cars.

Maybe I can fix it too...

Make that dream of yours
for Mary,

a world without monsters,
a reality.

It's worth kicking its tires

one more time, don't you think?

- I've known you long enough to
know you're not really asking.

Listen, um,

thank you for helping
take care of me, Millie,

and, uh, for raising a good kid,

even if he is a son of a mole.

- Take care of yourself, Samuel.

- Mom!

- Hey, Dad, um, John and I
developed the photos,

but I don't think
you're gonna be happy.

- Light leaks on all of 'em?

- The camera
must've gotten damaged,

but we can go back
to the location,

check 'em out together.

- I'm gonna have to leave that
to you and John.

- Why?

- Ada called. She's got the lead

on some magic that might
help us defeat the queen.

- So you're going with her
to run it down.

- Listen, after seeing you
and your team in action...

It's clear you don't need
your old man hanging around.

Besides, what's the point
in finding the queen

if we can't stop her

and the rest of the Akrida,
right?

Speaking of which...

Listen,

I want you to follow
this pattern, okay?

Use those ingredients
for the ink.

It's a tattoo you can put
anywhere on your body.

Look.

The Akrida can't possess you
if it's on your skin.

- You better keep in touch.

- Who's the parent here?

Don't worry.

This time, I will. I promise.

All right?

You two take care of each other.

- Of course, Mr. Campbell.

- Samuel's fine.

- Thanks, Sam.

Samuel is fine.

- Right. Ah.

- All right, well, there's
only one thing I'm missing.

Was on the road. I lost my hat.

- Oh, Mary found it, actually.

Well, then she lost it again.
Technically, she destroyed it.

- Um, it's a long story.
Hold on.

- I'm gonna turn myself in.

- Mm, that won't end
with you in prison

if that's what
you're aiming for...

An institution, probably.

They can put me

wherever they like.

I deserve it.

- Can I give you some advice?

You can't change
what's happened,

but you can still
put some good in this world.

- I'm never gonna play again.

- You have a gift

and an eye for talent,
so use it.

- I mean, come on,
that's not enough.

- Maybe not.

But it's a start.

- Hey, listen, um,

there might not be
much of a crowd tonight,

you know,
given what's going on, but...

I begged the manager to let
my band play one more night.

Gonna need a singer.

Come on, you deserve
to be up on that stage.

No, no, no, no, no...

- Even if it is
just one night only.

Come on. What do you say?

- Whoo!

Play some Sabbath!

What?

I'm more of a metal gal
than all that folk stuff,

to be honest.

- This one's for my family.

- Two, three.

- Go, Losi!

I don't understand.

- I don't want to think
about the Akrida,

whether the world has a future.

I wanna be with you.

Right here. Right now.

- That's not possible.

- What?

- I know this guy.

This is the guy
that gave me my dad's letter

when I got back from Vietnam.

Do you know him?

- No.

- Then how is he
in the background

of one of your dad's photos?

- I don't know.

Who the hell is this guy?