Supernatural

Dad wants us to pick up where he left off:

Saving people, hunting things.

The family business.

You were the bank robber on the 11:00 news, not me.

-Yeah? -This is Agent Victor Henricksen.

My job's to bring you in. Alive's a bonus, but not necessary.

I've been looking for you for weeks. And I know about Sam.

I know about the murder in St. Louis, the Houdini act in Baltimore.

I know about the desecrations and the thefts.

I know about your dad.

You don't know crap about my dad.

We are so screwed.

Well, this makes a lot of sense.

First, they close down the cellblock and now they open it back up again.

There's your tax dollars at work, huh?

Here.

You got that ready?

Yikes.

Would hate to have gotten thrown in here.

-Hey, you feel that, man? -What?

Whoa. What was that?

Uh....

Hey.

Hey, guard. Hey.

Come on, man.

Hey. Guard.

Come here. Come on. Help me.

Going down to B block. Randall again.

Copy that. Come on, man.

-Hey. Guard, hey. Shut up, old man.

Come on. I'm trying to sleep.

You telling me you didn't see that? What are you, blind?

Hey!

Randall, cool it.

Cool it, my ass. There's somebody there.

Turn out your light and go to sleep. I'm not gonna say it again.

Yeah, Randall, shut up.

Lights out, B block.

Copy that. Lights out.

Good night, ladies.

-Aah! God! What's going on, man?

What's going on?

No. No. No.

No! No! No!

No! No! No!

Aah, no!

This way.

I hate this plan, Dean.

Yeah, I got that the first 10 times I heard it.

Freeze. Don't move.

I said freeze! Hold it right there.

Put your hands behind your heads. Sit down on your knees. Now.

I got them.

-Hands behind your back. The other hand.

Front. To the right.

I call this one the "Blue Steel."

Yeah, that's great. To the right. Okay, back to the lineup.

-Who looks better, me or Nick Nolte? -Shut up.

Well, it's about time. I'll have a cheeseburger.

Extra onions.

You think you're funny. -I think I'm adorable.

It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person, Dean.

I'm Special Agent Victor Henricksen. This is my partner, Special Agent Reidy.

Henricksen. Not the Milwaukee Agent Henricksen.

Live and in person.

Ha.

Oh, nice shot.

You can hang that up in your cell at Supermax.

All right, maybe we can just forget the cheeseburgers, huh?

Oh, yeah. Keep that game face on.

Try and cover up how cornered you are. Read him the charges.

Well, we got mail fraud, credit card fraud, grave desecration.

Skip to the good ones.

Armed robbery, kidnapping, and, oh, three counts of first-degree murder.

And after Milwaukee, your brother is now a suspect in a murder case himself.

I'd say for you two, "screwed to hell" is a major understatement.

Well, where there's life, there's hope, huh?

Ah, see, that's what I kept thinking...

...as I was searching for your assess all over hell and gone.

Your dad taught you well.

The way you cover your tracks. And after Milwaukee, the way you...

...vanished.

Near went nuts trying to find you.

-Ask him. -He near went nuts.

And after all of that, you get tripped up on a motion detector.

Pretty rookie move.

Gotta say, I was...

...surprised.

-Dean Winchester? -In the flesh.

-And you are? -Mara Daniels, Public Defender's Office.

I've been assigned you and your brother's case.

Oh.

-Are you Henricksen? -Yeah, and we're not quite done here.

Uh, yeah, you are.

And if you don't mind...

...I would like to meet with my clients, privately.

Unfortunately, your arraignment on the breaking and entering charge...

...won't be until Tuesday.

-And they'll keep us in the county jail? -That's right.

-Green River County Detention Center? -Yes.

And considering the charges you're facing...

...no judge is going to grant bail.

Yeah, we figured that.

Extradition papers have already been filed from five separate states.

Missouri and Wisconsin being the biggest...

...the robbery and the murder raps.

How long can we stall extradition?

A week. Maybe less.

All right, let's go. Watch your step.

Come on. Keep moving.

-You're mine, baby. Looking good, move it along.

Don't worry, Sam, I promise I won't trade you for smokes.

I call top bunk.

Okay.

My roommate doesn't say much, how's yours?

He just keeps staring at me...

...in a way that makes me really uneasy.

-It sounds like you're making new friends. -Dean.

This is, without a doubt, the dumbest, craziest thing we've ever done.

And that's in a long, storied career of dumb and crazy.

Calm down. It's all part of the plan.

Oh, really? So Henricksen showing up was part of the plan?

Yeah, that guy moves a little faster than I thought.

Look, all we gotta do is find this ghost, put the sucker down...

...then grab ourselves a couple of teardrop tattoos.

That's not funny.

Dean, what about this escape plan? It--?

It's 100-percent sure. I wouldn't have gone in if it wasn't.

I mean, come on, man, this place has all the signs of a haunting.

-Innocent people are dead. Four so far. -Yeah, innocent.

You from Texas all of the sudden? Just because people are in jail...

...doesn't mean they deserve to die. If we don't stop this...

...people are gonna continue to. We do the job wherever it takes us.

Look, Dean, just be straight with me, all right?

-You're doing this for Deacon. -Damn right.

Well, you barely even know the guy.

We know he was in the corps with dad. He saved Dad's life. We owe him.

But don't you think he's asking a little much?

It doesn't matter.

We may not be saints, but we're loyal and we pay our debts.

Now, that means something to me and it ought to you.

I'm not thrilled about this either, but Deacon asked us to hunt this...

...and that's what we're gonna do.

-You know, this chicken isn't half bad. -Great. Finish mine.

All right, so let's go back over this.

Spirit suspect number one is Mark Moody, right?

Yeah. Psycho-killer extraordinaire. Satanism. Ritual murder. Died in jail.

-Are you sure it's him? -Pretty sure.

Dean, considering our circumstances, I'm gonna need a bit better than pretty sure.

Really pretty sure.

Moody died of a heart attack, which is what the victims in here are dying of.

He died in the old cellblock, which they closed after he croaked, 30 years ago.

They opened that back up, the killings started.

You think his spirit was released somehow?

Mm-hm.

What if he was already cremated?

I'm guessing there's something that belongs to him keeping him around.

Whatever it is, we gotta find it, and you know the rest. I'm done.

-Sorry, I-- -Watch where you're going.

-Yeah, sure, I just-- -He said he was sorry.

Dean. -You talking to me?

Are you talking to me?

Great, another guy who's seen Taxi Driver. Yeah, I'm talking to you.

Trust me. Let it go.

Dean, come on.

See, that's how you gotta talk to these guys.

Instant respect.

You were saying?

Oh, great.

We can end this right now. No harm, no foul.

That's enough!

On your feet, Lucas.

Yes, sir, boss.

-What's your name? -Winchester.

Well, Winchester, not a good start.

Solitary.

You too, Lucas.

Yes, sir. -Are we having fun yet, huh?

I wish I had a baseball.

What?

-What did you say? -I said I wish I had a baseball.

You know, like Steve McQueen.

Yeah. Well, I wish I had a bat, so I could bash your fricking head in.

Okay.

Well, so much for the bonding-in-solitary moment.

Oh, crap.

Lucas, listen to me. Stay very still.

Aaarggh!

Henricksen?

Hey, Daniels.

Can I have a word?

Have a seat. What's on your mind?

I've been going through the Winchester charges, and I gotta say...

...there are some weird inconsistencies.

Welcome to my world.

I talked to a cop in Baltimore who swears up and down...

...these boys saved her life, and helped her catch a killer.