11.11 Into the Mystic (transcript)
Written by: Robbie Thompson
Directed by: John Badham
Air Date: January 27, 2016Then
SAM: There's this cage. In hell. And it's where they keep Lucifer. And I've been in it. And I think God wants me to go back.
LUCIFER: It wasn't God inside your head, Sam. It was me.
CROWLEY: Your brother's in hell-
LUCIFER: The darkness. She's the end of everything. We can beat her.
CROWLEY: -with Lucifer
SAM: You want a vessel? [Lucifer nods] No.
LUCIFER: Plan B. [punches Sam. Then punches Cas] Last words?
CAS: Can you really beat her?
LUCIFER: I can.
CAS: Then yes. [Lucifer glows white and enters Cas. Cut to a shot of Casifer]
ROWENA: [dreamily] Lucifer.
CROWLEY: The darkness. What is she to you?
AMARA: You will never hurt me.
DEAN: I'm sorry Amara.
AMARA: We're bound, Dean. Told ya. We'll always be bound. I can't be resisted. That feeling that you have when you're with me. Just...bliss. Why wouldn't you want that? You and I will be together. Forever.
Now
County Cork, Ireland 30 Years Ago
[A gramophone is playing Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow]
MORA: Horrick! Oh, what are you doing?
HORRICK: She loves this song. [They smile at their daughter in her crib] It's the only thing that'll put her to sleep! Besides... [he sweeps his wife into his arms and they start dancing] This is our song.
MORA: It's good to see you smiling, [insert foreign language term of endearment]
HORRICK: Trying, Mora. Trying-- [baby starts wailing and high pitched noise is heard. Horrick winces.] Oh, do you hear that?
MORA: That would be our daughter. [Noise intensifies]
HORRICK: No. I hear...screaming. Wait- [lights start flickering and Horrick bends over in pain, covering his ears.]
MORA: Hold on, Horrick. Just hold on! [rushes to kitchen. Gets out mixing bowl and starts throwing stuff in it. Meanwhile Horrick clutches his head as his eyes, nose, and mouth start bleeding. Horrick starts pounding the wall with his head. And suddenly a ghost-like figure appears behind him, arms spread wide in attack position.]
MORA: Hold on!
[Alternate scenes of mixing and head bashing when suddenly Horrick falls over. The figure looms over his head, tongue outstretched.]
MORA: Get away from him! [figure hisses at her and telekinetically throws her into the wall. Resumes position over Horrick's brain. The baby screeches, catching the figure's attention. ]
MORA: No! [She slices her hand with a shard of glass, and her blood completes her concoction. Blue light emits from the bowl, and the figure is banished. Mora reaches up to comfort her child]
MORA: It'll be okay sweetheart. It'll be okay. [She dies. The baby is still crying, and right before the screen goes to black, we see blood trickling out of her ear.]
Title Card
[Sam is tossing in bed.]
VOICEOVER LUCIFER: When your brother was trapped in Purgatory, you were here. With a girl, and a dog. You can't win this Sam. You're just not strong enough. You didn't even bother trying to find him. And I know that if you're going to beat the Darkness, you have to be ready to watch the people you love [dramatic pause] DIE.
[Sam wakes up and goes to the kitchen to start the stress relief exercise of taking apart and reassembling his gun. Dean walks in.]
DEAN: Hey!
SAM: Hey.
DEAN: How long you been up?
SAM: I don't know.
DEAN: You okay?
SAM: Yeah, I'm fine. [continues stressfully messing with gun]
DEAN: You sure? Because you haven't left the bunker in days.
SAM: I'm fine.
DEAN: Well good, because I think I found us a case. [holds up newspaper that says "Retiree found slain"] Harold Miller, 65. Resident of Oak Parks, an old folks home. Was found yesterday in his room with his head bashed in, but get this. The doors were locked and there was no sign of break-in. [Sam silently starts cleaning his gun.] Ghost? [pause] Demonic possession? [pause as he waits for Sam to respond.] I figure it's worth a look. What do you think? Oh, and best part is Oak Part is fifteen minutes from here. It's in our backyard. [half-smiling, trying to garner Sam's interest.]
SAM: And what about the Darkness? What about Cas? We haven't heard from him.
DEAN: 'Kay, first of all, we got zero on Amara. And Cas? Cas'll be fine. He always is.
[Cut to: Casifer feeding birds bread at a pond. He walks away and sits on a bench, creepily watching children on the playground, all with the signature creepy Lucifer smile. Another angel sits on a bench across the park, and has noticed Casifer. Casifer decides to go for a stroll down the "Nature Walk." The angel gets up and follows. Casifer starts whistling, and the angel draws his blade.]
CASIFER: [stops] All the parks in the world, and I pick one with an angel in it.
ANGEL: I saw you. Couldn't believe my eyes.
CASIFER: [winks] Well believe them. Beautiful out here, isn't it? It's funny. The things you think you're not gonna miss at all, you end up missing the very most.
ANGEL: [advances to attack] Enjoy it while you can.
CASIFER: [holds hands up in mock surrender] Woah woah woah! I come in peace, brother.
ANGEL: I am not your brother, Lucifer.
CASIFER: Well I'm not looking for a fight. In fact, I am your only hope at beating the darkness. I heard you, uh, had your shot at the title and missed it. [this whole conversation is filled with Misha's brilliant facial expressions that can't even be expressed in words. just know that.] [puts hand on angel's shoulder] You don't need to be afraid, brother. I'm out of that awful, awful cage. And I'm here to save you all. Lucifer Ex Machina.
ANGEL: [moves to attack again] It cannot be destroyed. But you could be! [Casifer snaps him into bloody mist.]
CASIFER: [wipes blood off cheek and sighs in annoyance.] That's the problem with you rank and file angels. No vision. [licks the blood off of his fingers and makes an appreciative face.] Mmm.
[Cut to: an Oak Parks van driving by as Wonderful Wonderful by Johnny Mathis plays. General panning view of the retirement home and its residents as the Impala drives up.]
SAM: Seriously? [scoffs] This place is an old folks home?
DEAN: Looks awesome. Maybe we oughta make a reservation.
SAM: [scoffs] Yeah, we should be so luck to live long enough.
[They walk inside the lobby]
MANAGER: As I told the police, I was walking by Harold's room and I heard a loud banging noise. And then I heard Harold yell, from inside of his suite, "Get it out of my head." So I knocked on the door and called to him, and when he didn't reply, I used my passkey to get into his room. [Sam opens the door to Harold's room and slides under the crime scene tape.] That's when I saw him; he was on his back. His skull was, um, there was a lot of blood. [Sam hold us the EMF meter, which is going crazy.]
DEAN: And nobody else was in the room.
MANAGER: No. The windows were locked. I even checked the security locks. [Sam checks the locks and then leaves.] Nobody was in or out of Harold's room, all night. I don't really understand what could have happened. [A lady walks up next to them.] Hey, Mildred.
MILDRED: Oh good morning, Arthur.
ARTHUR: This is Mildred, one of our residents.
DEAN: Ah.
MILDRED: Good morning!
DEAN: [awkwardly, for who knows what reason] Hi. [Mildred walks away, eyeing Dean's figure as she does.] Um. Do you always work late at night?
ARTHUR: I've been, uh, staying here, actually. My wife left me. By a text, if you can believe. A whole series of emojis. [Arthur says hi to some passing resident.]
DEAN: Huh. What'd'ya do?
ARTHUR: Oh, I didn't stand for that. Uh-uh. Fought fire with fire. Sent her the poop emoji.
DEAN: Well, that's one way to fly.
ARTHUR: I should've sent the heart. I can be so stupid. [says hi to someone else] I just wish she'd call me back.
DEAN: Oh, no no. I think you did the right thing. Hey listen. Since you've been staying here, uh, alot, uh, 've you noticed any strange sounds, smells, uh, cold spots.
ARTHUR: What? Uh, no. Why?
DEAN: Uh, just routine questions. [he says with a kind smile to make that obvious lie seem more plausible.] Um, what about enemies? Did Harold have any enemies?
ARTHUR: Actually, he had quite a few.