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SUPERNATURAL

3.15 Time Is On My Side

Written by: Sera Gamble

Directed by: Charles Beeson

Air Date: 8 May 2008

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TEASER

EXT. NIGHT - OUTSIDE A HOSPITAL

DOCTOR 1
Up for a drink?

DOCTOR 2
No, I can't. I got to be up at the crack of dawn. Duty calls.

DOCTOR 1
Boob job?

DOCTOR 2
I wish. Nah, some crabby old broad wants the works. I need a forklift to get it all back up.

DOCTOR 1
All that work to have what? 15 minutes off her faces?

DOCTOR 2
Staying young is a brutal business.

Doctor 2 goes to his car. He is grabbed from behind and thrown in a trunk.

DOCTOR 2
Hey! Help! Let me out of here! Help!

Doctor 2 stumbles into the hospital.

NURSE
Sir?

DOCTOR 2
Please.

NURSE
It's okay, sir. Let me see what happened. Don't you worry. There's nothing I haven't seen.

DOCTOR 2
No, no, no...

NURSE
Let me see...

The nurse pulls at what the doctor is clutching and begins to scream.

END TEASER

ACT ONE

INTERIOR. ABANDONED CABIN, SIDE ROOM.

Dean dumps holy water on a demon they have strapped to a chair.

DEMON
Stop!

DEAN
You ready to talk?

DEMON
I don't know. I don't know anything!

DEAN
Oh, you hear that, Sam? He doesn't know anything.

SAM
Yeah, I heard.

DEMON
I'm telling you the truth.

DEAN
Oh, you are? My god, then I owe you an apology. Allow me to make it up to you. (Dean pours more holy water on the demon) I'm gonna ask you one last time...Who holds my contract?!

DEMON
Your mother. Yeah, she, uh, showed it to me right before I bent her over.

DEAN
I want a name. Or else...

DEMON
Or what? You're gonna squirt your holy water in both ends? Please. Brother, that's like a fleabite compared to what's coming to me if I tell you jack. Do what you want. The only thing I'm scared is the demon holding your ticket.

Sam begins reciting an exorcism.

DEAN
How does that feel? Does that feel good?

DEMON
Go ahead. Send me back to hell... 'Cause when you get there, I'll be waiting for you...With a few pals who are dying for a nice little meet and greet Dean Winchester.

SAM
Should I?

DEAN
Send him someplace he can't hurt anyone else.

Sam continues the exorcism.

........................

INTERIOR. MAIN ROOM OF CABIN

SAM
(on the phone)You ran the prints twice? Are you sure? Okay. Yeah, just chalk it up to lab error. Don't I know it. Okay. Thanks. Yeah, I'll tell the lieutenant.

Dean comes in from outside.

SAM
Bury the body?

DEAN
Yeah. Looks like these demons ride 'em hard just for kicks. What was the phone call about?

SAM
Remember that thing in the paper yesterday?

DEAN
"Stripper suffocates dude with thighs"?

SAM The other thing.

DEAN
Right, the guy that walks into the E.R. and kneels over dead. His stomach's ripped out?

SAM
His liver, actually. Anyways, I just found out something pretty damn interesting.

DEAN
What?

SAM
The dead body covered in bloody fingerprints, not the victim's.

DEAN
Okay, great. My man Dave Caruso will be stoked to hear it.

SAM
Those fingerprints match a guy who died in 1981.

DEAN
Really? So, what are we talking? Uh, walking dead? Walking, killing dead?

SAM
Maybe.

DEAN
Zombies do like the other other white meat. Speaking of, what do you care about zombies?

SAM
What do you mean?

DEAN
Well, you've been on soul-saving detail for months now. And we're three weeks out, and all of a sudden, you're interested in some hot zombie action?

SAM
Hey, man, you're the one who's been all gung ho to hunt. I just thought I'd be doing you a favor.

DEAN
Hey, no, no, no, no, no. I didn't say I didn't want to do it, okay. I mean obviously I want to hunt some zombies.

SAM
Okay, fine, whatever.

...............................

INTERIOR. CORONER'S LAB

CORONER
Yeah, the rest of the body was intact. The liver was the only organ missing.

DEAN
Now, where the liver was ripped out, did you happen to notice any teeth marks?

CORONER
(Giving them an 'are you insane' look) Can I see your badges?

SAM
Of course, sure.

CORONER
Fine. So you're cops and morons.

DEAN
Excuse me? No, no. We're very smart.

CORONER
The liver was not ripped out. It was removed. Surgically. By someone who knew their way around a scalpel. Didn't you read my report?

DEAN
Of course we did. Oh, it was riveting. It was a real page-turner, just delightful.

CORONER
You done?

DEAN
I think so.

CORONER
Please go away.

DEAN
Okay.

SAM
Sure.

..............................

EXTERIOR. HOSPITAL HALLWAY

Sam is smiling.

DEAN
What?

SAM
Nothing. So, that kind of punches a hole in our zombie theory, huh, that scalpel thing?

DEAN
Yeah, zombie with skills, "Dr. Quinn, medicine zombie".

SAM
Maybe we're on the wrong track, Dean, looking for hacked-up corpses.

DEAN
What should we be looking for?

SAM
Survivors. This isn't zombie lunch. This is organ theft.

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INTERIOR. HOSPITAL ROOM

PATIENT
I told the cops all of this yesterday. I don't want to talk about it anymore.

DEAN
It's just a couple of questions, sir.

PATIENT
Hey, man. I just got my kidney stolen. I'm tired.

DEAN
We'll be out of here quick. Don't you want to get the guy?

PATIENT
Will it get me back my kidney?

SAM
So what's the last thing you remember?

PATIENT
Feeding my meter. He jumped from behind...and then I wake up strapped to a table. And then the worst pain you could possibly imagine, only worse. And then I black out again. Thank god. And then I wake up screaming in some no-tell motel in a bathtub full of ice.

DEAN
Do you remember anything about the surgery know, what the guy looked like, any details about the room?

PATIENT
Let me think about that. Yeah...One thing is coming back to me. You know what I remember? Getting my kidney cut out of my body!

INTERIOR. MOTEL ROOM

SAM and DEAN sit at the table. DEAN is unwrapping a burger, excited.

SAM
So, I got a theory.

DEAN
Yeah?

SAM
Yeah, I talked to Mr. Giggle's doctor. Turns out his incisions were sewn up with silk.

DEAN
That's weird.

SAM
Yeah, nowadays it is, but silk used to be the suture of choice back in the early 19th century. It was really problematic. Patients would get massive infections. The death rate was insane.

DEAN
Good times.

SAM
Right, so doctors, they had to do whatever they could to keep infections from spreading. One way was maggots.

DEAN
Dude, I'm eating.

SAM
It actually kind of worked because maggots, they eat bad tissue, and they leave good tissue. And get this. When they found our guy, his body cavity was stuffed full of maggots.

DEAN
Dude, I'm eating! Alright let me get this straight. So, people are getting ganked, right?

SAM
Yeah.

DEAN
A little "antiques roadshow" surgery, some organ theft. But why does that sound familiar?

SAM
Because you heard it before. When you were a kid... from dad. Doc Benton...real-life doctor, lived in New Hampshire, brilliant and obsessed with alchemy,especially how to live forever. So, in 1816, Doc abandons his practice and...

DEAN
Right, yeah, nobody hears from him for like 20 years, and all of sudden, people start showing up dead.

SAM
Dead or missing an organ or the hand or some other kind of part.

DEAN
Cause whatever he was doing was actually working. He just kept on ticking. Parts would wear out, he'd replace them. But I thought dad hunted him down and took his heart out.

SAM
Yeah, I guess the Doc must have plugged in a new one.

DEAN
All right, where's he doing the deed?

SAM
According to this, Benton's picky about where he sets up his lab. He likes dense forest with access to a river or stream or some kind of freshwater.

DEAN
Why?

SAM
Because that's where he likes to dump the bile and intestines and fecal matter. (DEAN looks disgusted and lowers his burger) Lost your appetite yet?

DEAN considered this, looking at the burger.

DEAN
(to his burger) Oh baby, I can't stay mad at you.

DEAN takes a huge bite, grinning at SAM.

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EXTERIOR. NIGHT

A jogger is abducted. He wakes up in Doc Benton's cabin, strapped to an operating table. Doc Benton carves open his chest and removes his heart.

JOGGER
No please. No. No, no.

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INTERIOR MOTEL ROOM

SAM
(Pointing at map) So these are all the cabins. Most of them have been abandoned for years.

DEAN
So what the hell are we waiting for?

DEAN'S phone rings. He answers.

BOBBY
Hey. Think I finally got a bead on Bela.

DEAN
I'm listening.

BOBBY
Rufus Turner.

DEAN
Who's that? Like a Cleveland steamer?

BOBBY
He's a hunter, or he used to be.

DEAN
And now?

BOBBY
Hermit mostly. Does a little selling on the side. Anyway. I put the word out on Bela months ago. He just called. Said a woman got in touch, wanted to buy some things.

DEAN
And he thinks it's Bela?

BOBBY
British accent, went by the name Mina Chandler.

DEAN
She's used that before. Well, it's kinda of a sloppy move isn't it? Getting in contact with one of your old friends.

BOBBY
Friend? Haven't laid eyes on him in fifteen years. He's not the christmas card type. I doubt she knows I know him. He's in Canaan, Vermont.

DEAN
Thanks, Bobby. We're on our way.

BOBBY
One other thing. Take a bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue.

DEAN
(To Bobby) Okay. (To Sam) Come on. We're going after Bela.

SAM
What? Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on a second.

DEAN
Come on. Get your stuff. The clock's ticking.

SAM
Look, I think we should stay here and finish the case.

DEAN
You insane?

SAM
Dean, there's no way she still has the colt! That was months ago! She probably sold it the second she got it.

DEAN
Well, then I'll kill her. Win-win. We're going!

SAM
No!

DEAN
Why the hell not?

SAM
Dean, this here. Now. This is what's gonna save you.

DEAN
What? Chasing some Frankenstein?

SAM
Chasing immortality. Look, Benton can't die. We find out how he did it, we can do it to you.

DEAN
What are you talking about?

SAM
You have to die before you go to hell, right? So, if you can never die, then...

DEAN: Wait, wait, wait. Wait a second. Did you know that this was Benton from the jump?

SAM: No. Look, I was hoping.

DEAN: So the whole zombie thing, it was lying to me?

SAM: I didn't wanna say anything until I was sure, Dean. All I'm trying to do is find an answer here.

DEAN: No. What you're trying to do is chase Slicy McHackey here. And to kill him? No. You wanna buy him a freaking beer. You wanna study him.

SAM: I was just trying to help.

DEAN: You're not helping! You forget that if I welch on this deal, you die. Guess what? Living forever is welching -

SAM: Fine! Then, whatever the magic pill is, I'll take it too!

DEAN: Oh, what is this? Sid and Nancy? No. It's just like Bobby was saying. We kill the demon who owns the contract, and this whole damn thing wipes clean. That's our best shot.

SAM: Even if you had the colt, Dean, who you're gonna shoot? We have no idea who holds the ticket.

DEAN: Then I'll shoot the hellhounds before they slash me up. Now, you're coming or not?

SAM: I'm staying here.

DEAN: No, you're not. 'Cause I'm not gonna let you wander out in the woods alone to track some organ stealing freak.

SAM: You're not gonna let me?

DEAN: No, I'm not gonna let you.

SAM: How are you gonna stop me? Look, man, we're trying to do the same thing here.

DEAN: I know. But I'm going. So if you wanna stay...stay. (Dean heads to the door, and turns back to Sam) Sammy, be careful.

SAM: You too.

ACT II

EXT. - DAY - RUFUS TURNER'S HOUSE

RUFUS: (via intercom) What?

DEAN: Hi, uh, Rufus?

RUFUS: Yeah, even if I am, the question is still the same. What?

DEAN: Uh, I'm Dean Winchester. I'm a friend of Bobby Singer's.

RUFUS: So?

DEAN: You called him this morning.

RUFUS: So?

DEAN: Uh, you told Bobby about a british chick who made contact with you.

RUFUS: And so?

DEAN: You know where she is?

RUFUS: Yeah.

DEAN: Great. Could you tell me where I could find her?

RUFUS: No.

DEAN: Course not. Look, Rufus, man...

RUFUS: (opens his door) Look, let me point something out to you. You are knocking at my door, so don't "Look, man" me. I'm not your man.

DEAN: I'm sorry, sir.

RUFUS: All right, let me tell you a little story. See, once upon a time, Bobby called me,asked me to call him if I got a whiff of this Bela Talbot. I got a whiff. I called. The end.

DEAN: Okay, yeah, if you could just tell me where she is, I mean, that would be great.

RUFUS: Dean Winchester, right?

DEAN: Yeah.

RUFUS: Dean, do I look like I'm here to help you?

DEAN: I'm gonna say no.

RUFUS: Then get the hell of my property.

DEAN: All right, fair enough. I got one more question for you, though. See, I got this, uh this bottle of scotch, and... uh, is this considered good?

INT. - RUFUS TURNER'S HOUSE

DEAN: Bottoms up.

RUFUS: You know, I don't even bother drinking unless it's this stuff. Nectar of the gods, I'm telling you.

DEAN: Hey, it's a nice change, you know. Most of my whiskey's from a plastic jug. So, Bela was here because...

RUFUS: She wanted to buy a couple of things, which is gonna take me some time to round up.

DEAN: Where is she now?

RUFUS: Can I ask you something?

DEAN: Sure.

RUFUS: You got three weeks left. Why are you wasting your time chasing after that skinny, stuck-up English girl?

DEAN: How do you know about that?

RUFUS: Because I know things. I know a lot of things about a lot of people.

DEAN: Is that so?

RUFUS: I know ain't no peashooter gonna save you.

DEAN: What makes you so sure?

RUFUS: 'Cause that's the job, kid. Even if you manage to scrape out of this one, there's just gonna be something else down the road. Folks like us...there ain't no happy ending. We all got it coming.

DEAN: Well, ain't you a bucket of sunshine?

RUFUS: I'm what you've got to look forward to if you survive. But you won't.

DEAN: So, Bela...

RUFUS: Hotel Canaan. Room 39. But watch your back.

DEAN: I think I can handle Bela.

RUFUS: Oh, don't be so sure about that. There are things that you don't know about her.

DEAN: Oh, and you do? Right. Because you know things.

RUFUS: Yep.

DEAN: And let me guess...you lift her fingerprint?

RUFUS: Yep.

DEAN: And that got you jack.

RUFUS: Yep. She burnt them off. Probably years ago.

DEAN: Yeah, so you're right where we are.

RUFUS: Nope. You do her ear?

DEAN: Sorry?

RUFUS: You do her ear?

DEAN: Hey, man, I'll try anything once, but I don't know. That sounds uncomfortable.

RUFUS: Ears are as unique to humans as fingerprints.

DEAN: No kidding.

RUFUS: Of course, that don't fly in the courts over here, but in England, they're all over it. A friend of a friend...of a friend faxed me 10 pages of confidential files within a day. All I had to send him was one clean shot off the security camera.

DEAN: Right. One clean shot of her ear.

RUFUS: (hands Dean a file folder) The so-called Bela Talbot.

INT. DOC BENTON'S CABIN

(Sam finds a recent victim of Doc Benton's. Her arm is covered in maggots and she is missing skin.)

SAM: Shh! Shh! Shh! It's okay. I'm here to help you. I'm here to help you. I'm gonna help you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

EXT. - NIGHT- DOC BENTON'S CABIN (Sam carries the victim to the car outside, while Benton returns to the cabin)

SAM: Okay, here we go. Ok, watch your head. Sorry. Try to get straight. Try to get straight.

(Benton finds them and slams Sam's head against the wheel. Sam drives and knocks

ACT III

INT. BELA'S HOTEL ROOM

DEAN: Where's the colt?

BELA: Dean.

DEAN: No extra words.

BELA: It's long gone, across the world by now.

DEAN: You're lying.

BELA: I'll call the buyer. Speak farsi?

(Dean grabs Bela)

BELA: What the hell...

DEAN: Don't flatter yourself. Don't move.

BELA: I told you I don't have it.

DEAN: Oh, yeah, I'm definitely gonna take your word for it.

(Bela moves, Dean turns and fires - the bullet goes through the door, right next to her head.)

DEAN: Don't move.

BELA: It's gone. Get on a plane if you must. Track down the buyer. You might catch up to him eventually. Are you going to kill me?

DEAN: Oh, yeah.

BELA: You're not the cold-blooded type.

DEAN: You mean like you? That's true. See, I couldn't imagine killing my parents.

BELA: I don't know what you're talking...

DEAN: Yes, you do. You were, what, 14? Folks died in some shady car accident. Police suspected a slashed brake line, but it was all too crispy to tell. Cut to little Bela...Oh, I'm sorry, Abby...inheriting millions.

BELA: How did you even -

DEAN: Doesn't matter.

(we see young Abby crying. Her father walks into the room she's in and she cries more)

BELA: They were lovely people. And I killed them. And I got rich. I can't be bothered to give a damn. Just like I don't care what happens to you.

DEAN: You make me sick.

BELA: Likewise.

DEAN: You're not worth it.

(Bela picks up her phone after Dean leaves)

BELA: (on the phone) It worked. He found me. No, Sam wasn't with him. But I know where they are.

INT. HOTEL ROOM

(Sam's phone rings, he picks up)

SAM: Dean

DEAN: (in the Impala) Yeah.

SAM: Did you get the colt?

DEAN: What do you think?

SAM: So, does that mean Bela is...

DEAN: No, no, she deserves to die a dozen times over, but I couldn't do it. I'm really screwed, Sammy.

SAM: No, you're just...

DEAN: But you were right. Bela was a goose chase. The colt's gone, and this time I'm really screwed, Sam.

SAM: Maybe not. Look, I found Benton's cabin.

DEAN: You okay? Was he there?

SAM: Yeah.

DEAN: Did you kill him?

SAM: No.

DEAN: What do you mean, "no"?

SAM: Dean, please just listen for a second. I found his lab book, and it has the formula.

DEAN: What, the live-forever formula?

SAM: Yeah.

DEAN: Great, let me guess. I got to drink blood out of a baby's skull?

SAM: No, that's the thing. It's not black magic. There's no blood sacrifice or anything. It's just science, Dean. Very, very extremely weird science, but...

DEAN: Wait, wait, wait. What are...What are you saying? You think...

SAM: Dean, I think it might be doable. I mean, I know we've hit a lot of walls, but I...I think this formula, I think it might be it. This could save you.

DEAN: Okay, so, this formula...

SAM: Well, I mean, look, look, we're not in the clear yet. There are still things that I don't get.

(Sam is grabbed from behind)

DEAN: Sam? Sammy!

INT. DOC BENTON'S CABIN

(Sam is strapped to an operating table. His eyes are taped open)

DOC BENTON: You can relax. It's all gonna be okay. Ain't nothing gonna happen here that you got to worry about, Sammy. Your chances of coming out of this procedure alive? Very, very high.

SAM: How do you know my name?

DOC BENTON: Oh...I know. You think I'm some kind of monster, don't you? Well, I got to tell you, I have never done one thing that I did not have to do. This whole eternal-life thing is very high-maintenance. If something goes bad, like my eyes here...you got to replace them. And sometimes things get damaged, like when your father cut out my heart. Now, that...That was very inconvenient. So, I'm sure that you can understand all the joy I felt when I read all about myself here in his journal. Kind of makes this whole thing just feel like some kind of family reunion, don't it? Well, I guess it's about time that we get this thing started.

(Dean comes in and shoots Doc Benton)

DOC BENTON: Shoot all you want.

(Dean pulls out a knife)

DOC BENTON: A knife? What part of immortality do you not understand? Pity about the heart, though. It was a brand-new one.

DEAN: Good. It should be pumping nice and strong...Sending this stuff throughout your whole body. See, I picked up your little bottle upstairs and dipped the knife in it.

(Doc Benton collapses. He wakes strapped to the operating table with Dean and Sam standing over him.)

DEAN: Oh, hiya, doc. Wakey, wakey, eggs and bac-y.

DOC BENTON: Please.

DEAN: Please what? You've been killing poor bastards for over 150 years and now you got a request? Shut up.

DOC BENTON: No, you don't understand. I can help you. I know what you need.

DEAN: We might have to cut him up into little bits. You know, this immortality thing is a bitch.

DOC BENTON: I can read the formula for you. You know...immortality...Forever young, never die.

SAM: Dean.

DEAN: Sam.

(Sam walks out of the room, Dean follows.)

DEAN: What?

SAM: I mean, we're talking hell in three weeks. Or needing a new pancreas in like half a century.

DEAN: Yeah, well, you can't exactly get those at a kwik-e-mart.

SAM: It's not perfect, but it buys us more time to think of something better. We just need time, Dean. I mean, please, just...just think about it.

DEAN: No.

SAM: Dean, don't you want to live?

DEAN: What he is isn't living. Look, this is simple.

SAM: Simple?

DEAN: To me it is, okay. Black or white; human, not human. See, what the doc is is a freakin' monster. I can't do it. I would rather go to hell.

DOC BENTON: You don't understand. I can help you!

DEAN: Now, I'm gonna take care of him. You can help me or not. It's up to you.

(They bury Doc Benton - he is chained inside a refrigerator they bury in the ground)

DOC BENTON: No! No! Don't! Stop it! I can help you! No!

DEAN: Enjoy forever in there, doc.

DOC BENTON: Let me out! I can save you! No. Don't.

FINAL ACT

INT. - NIGHT- IMPALA

DEAN: (on the phone) Hiya, Bela. Here's a fun fact you may not know...I felt your hand in my pocket when you swiped that motel receipt.

BELA You don't understand.

DEAN: Oh, I'm pretty sure I understand perfectly. You see, I noticed something interesting in your hotel room, something tucked above the door. An herb...devil's shoestring. Well, there's only one use for that...holding hellhounds at bay. So, you know what I did? I went back, and I took another look at your folks' obit. Turns out they died 10 years ago today. You didn't kill them. A demon did your dirty work. You made a deal, didn't you, Bela? And it's come due.

(flashback to young Abby. A little girl sits next to her on the swings. She has red eyes.)

CROSSROADS DEMON: I can take care of them for you. And it won't even cost you anything. For 10 whole years.

DEAN: Is that why you stole the colt, huh? To try to wiggle out of your deal? Our gun for your soul?

BELA: Yes.

DEAN: But stealing the colt wasn't quite enough, I'm guessing.

BELA: They changed the deal. They wanted me to kill Sam.

DEAN: Really? Wow. Demons untrustworthy...Shocker. That's kind of a tight deadline, too. What time is it? Oh, look at that. Almost midnight.

BELA: Dean, listen, I need help.

DEAN: Sweetheart, we are weeks past help.

BELA: I know I don't deserve it.

DEAN: You know what? You're right. You don't. But you know what the bitch of the bunch is?If you would have just come to us sooner and asked for help, we probably could have taken the colt and saved you.

BELA: I know, and saved yourself. I know about your deal, Dean.

DEAN: And who told you that?

BELA: The demon that holds it. She holds mine, too. She says she holds every deal.

DEAN: She?

BELA: Her name's Lilith.

DEAN: Lilith? Why should I believe you?

BELA: You shouldn't, but it's the truth.

DEAN: This can't help you, Bela. Not now. Why are you telling me this?

BELA: Because just maybe you can kill the bitch.

DEAN: I'll see you in hell.