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- Rufus Turner, the hunter. - One of your friends?
Good, you're home. You gotta help me bury a body.
Just something Samuel's been doing. Catching things, grilling them for info.
Grill? Torture, right?
- You sold us out? - What are you supposed to be to me?
I'll tell you who I am. I'm the guy you never wanna see again.
The next time you see me, I'll be there to kill you.
- Hey. - Gwen Campbell.
- Third cousin. Grew up in the life, like us. - I'm thinking you know purgatory.
This is all about opening a door to let something in.
- What? - I'm working on it.
- Give us something? - I got a name. Mother of All.
We have so much to do. Let's get started.
- Whoa. - I'm sorry. Did I scare you?
You okay? You look a little...
Well, I could use a ride.
Okay.
So, what's your name, sweetheart?
- Eve. - Eve. I'm Rick.
- So how far you going, Eve? - However far you want.
Whoa. Whoa, Eve. Look, you're very pretty...
...but this is not what's right for you. Trust me.
Then what's right for me?
This emptiness you feel inside, it's really a hunger for him.
You do know Jesus was just a man?
Sure. But he was also the son of God. Sent here because he loves us.
- God doesn't care about you. - He does.
Your father made you and then abandoned you.
So you pray.
You see signs where there's nothing. But truth is...
...your Apocalypse came and went, and you didn't even notice.
A mother would never abandon her children like he did.
- You'll see. - See what?
Can I tell you a secret?
I been getting blasts from hunters all week.
Nest of vamps, werewolf dance party.
Shifters, six of them. Two hunters died taking them out.
Ghouls, ghouls, ghoul-wraith smorgasbord.
- Is that a straight kick line down I-80? - Exactly.
Looks to me like it's a Sherman march monster mash.
Yeah, but where are they marching to?
- What is it? - Guy bashes in his family's heads.
It's like I told the cops.
I blacked out.
Well, just tell us what you do remember.
Driving my regular route and then I...
- I woke up in my truck at work. - Where's work?
Starlight Cannery.
I didn't remember how I got there, so I called home.
When no one picked up, I went there and I found...
Anything unusual before you blacked out?
Sights, smells, anything off the routine?
Basic night. I was giving some kid from the truck stop a ride.
She took off.
- I think she took off. - Anything else?
I swear, I didn't mean to do it, I...
I loved them.
So demon possession or ghosts? I thought this was a monster thing.
All right, here we go.
Truck stop, night of the murders.
That's him.
Ooh. Hello.
- Freakish nightmare. What was that? - Bobby?
I've never seen that in my life.
All those vamps and ghouls out on I-80...
...maybe they're coming in for Mother's Day.
Um...
Heh. Okay, well, if that is Big Mama...
...whatever she is, we got zero on ganking her.
What are we gonna do if we run into her? Throw salt and hope?
No, we're gonna run because we're in over our heads.
We'd better get some real info on this bitch before we do run into her.
Hey, let's go.
- What's the ruckus? - Guy went postal down at the cannery.
Okay. I'll go, you finish here.
Excuse me.
FBI. Willis. How many in there?
- Six dead. - What happened?
A guy walks in, pulls a hunting rifle, just opens fire. Captain, this is Agent...
What, there a fed convention in town or something?
- I beg your pardon? - Agent Willis.
- Am I right? - Agent.
- Wasn't expecting you, yet. - Well, apparently, you didn't get the call.
Gentlemen, can you excuse us?
What in the high holy are you doing here?
Same as you, tracking 31 flavors of crazy...
...which led us both into the middle of this.
Right.
Can we talk to the perp?
Well, we can give it a shot. I don't know if he's gonna talk back to us, though.
Cops put eight bullets in him.
So...
- So, what? - So are we partnering on this or not?
Come on, man, it's not rocket surgery.
We're here, let's do this.
Just like old times.
- As long as I get to drive. - Heh, heh, heh.
Hell, no.
So do you think the Mother of Whatever the Hell is wrapped up in this, Bobby?
- Looks like. - These are just guys going berserk...
...how's that a monster thing?
I don't know. That's why we're hacking him open.
Hand me one of those swab things over there.
What have you got?
That ecto?
That's not ecto.
What the hell is that?
- It's something new. - New?
No such thing as new, Bobby.
Well, it's something.
Those guys who snapped, one thing they had in common...
...they both worked at that cannery joint.
I don't even know why you have a license.
Well, look what the cat dragged in.
- It really is good to see you, Rufus. - I can believe it.
It must get old, dealing with this miserable cuss here all by yourselves.
- Ha, ha. Is it that obvious? - Why don't you get a room?
- All right. We all pack a snack? - Yeah.
Let's see what we can see.
- Gwen? - Dean.
Welcome to next time.
- No, hold on. - I said I'd kill him.
Just a second.
- I take it you know each other. - He's our grandfather.
Oh, somebody needs a hug.
- Why are you here? - We're working. You?
- None of your business. - Take Dean for a walk.
- You gotta be kidding me. - Look, Dean, it's fine.
How?
- What is wrong with you? - Maybe he knows something.
- You don't remember what he did. I do. - I'm not saying don't, I'm saying not yet.
So you're Samuel.
You must be the guy pretending to be their father.
Well, somebody ought to.
Sam.
- You're looking well. - Save the small talk, all right?
- You seem different. - I got my soul back.
No thanks to you, I hear.
You hear?
You don't remember?
I remember enough.
I really hate to break up this little circle of love...
...but why don't we talk shop, huh?
How about you tell us what it is you're hunting?
Creature from purgatory. She calls herself Eve.
- Eve? - Yup, but they call her Mother.
She was here about 10,000 years ago.
Every freak that walks the face of the earth can be traced back to her.
- And she's back. - How the hell do you know all that?
You don't know half the things I know. Until recently, you didn't know about us.
I now know that you'd throw your own kin to hungry ghouls.
I think I know enough.
- You what? - Dean lied to the man.
- How about you ask Dean? - Good idea.
Dean?
- Is it true? - What?
Did Samuel really try to...?
Kill me? Yes.
He didn't even blink.
- That's the guy you're rolling with. - He didn't tell me anything about that.
I didn't know.
I know.
Honestly, there's something I need to tell you.
What?
See if you can plug that hole up, Bobby.
Come on.
Come on, girl.
Come on.
She's gone.
Damn it.
I'm sorry.
If you care.
Screw you. I care.
Is she, uh...?
- Where's Dean? - I couldn't find him.
Whatever got into those guys must've got into Dean.
Rufus, help Samuel move her somewhere.
Sam and I will lock down here.
We're gonna wanna find Dean before he finds us.
We're gonna find him alive, Samuel, or I'm gonna put a bullet into your head.
Dean, put that damn thing down.
Dean, put it down.
You're the least of my worries right now, Rufus.
- Hey, hey, hey. Okay, both of you. - Both of us, my ass.
I'm not in the mood. I just had a 12-inch harpy crawl out of my ear.
- What? - You heard me.
I just woke up on the ground just in time to see this worm thing...
...sliding out of my frigging ear and into that vent.
- So you tell me what's going on. - You killed Gwen, that's what's going on.
We were just talking out in the hallway. That's the last thing I remember.
That thing must've jumped me.
So we're talking about, like, a monster that gets in you?
It's like a Khan Worm on steroids.
You mean like a parasite that took over your body?
- Worm crawls in, your worm crawls out. - Monster possession? That's novel.
- What if that thing's still in you? - It's not.
Check your ear.
What do you mean? Check my ear for what?
Hey! What...? Why don't you buy me a drink first?
Second date. Oh, yeah, we're goo-positive.
- What does that mean? - Means it was in you, all right.
- Or it still is. - It's not in me.
Okay. Everybody, give up your guns.
- What? - Whoa, think about this for a second.
I'm thinking we don't know who is and who ain't got the worm inside his melon.
- It's not in me. - I didn't say it was.
Point is, we don't know who it is. Could be any one of us.
So the best we can do...
...is to make it that much harder for that thing to blow our fool heads off.
You waiting for a handwritten invite, Campbell?
Okay.
We need some time to breathe. Make a plan.
A plan?
- Based on? - I'm gonna make a few phone calls.
See if anybody ever heard of anything like this.
Hm. Ditto.
I got a few trees I can shake.
Oh, balls, Allard.
Look, I told you that.
Damn it.
Relax. Bathroom break.
So unless you wanna hold it for me...
- Well, I got a dump truck full of bupkis. - Nothing here either.
- You call Willie? - Of course, you think I'm an idjit?
- How about Rog? - Wouldn't talk to me.
Yeah, me neither.
Okay. Plan B.
- Let's just go grab the thing. - And then what exactly?
Well, we sit on our thumbs or we go in guns blazing.
Like Omaha?
You know what? Screw you for bringing up Omaha.
That's just low.
What?
Nothing. I'm just wondering how you sleep at night.
- Like a baby. Thanks for asking. - You fed us to Crowley.
True, but what am I gonna do about it now?
Do I blame you for wanting to kill me? Of course not, Dean. What I did was...
But I'm not apologizing.
I did what I did. I don't cry over spilt blood.
So you really can just go on, like...
Just because you're Dr. Jekyll at the moment...
...doesn't mean you can get all mighty. We spent a year together.
Yeah, we did. We're blood. And you still sold me out.
Trust me, what I did pales in comparison to what you did.
- And on more than one occasion. - Tell me what I did.
No. Sam, come on.
The only reason you're alive right now is because we're working a job.
The minute we kill this thing...
...you're next.
Okay then, we'll just see.
- Heard a shot. - Samuel.
I'm gonna be needing my gun back now, Bobby.
- You think? - Yeah.
Hey, don't feel bad. You know, it was a good plan.
Except for the part where a monster would definitely not...
- ...give up all his weapons. - Shut up.
We lost him.
- What's the plan? - We stick together.
We gotta keep track of this thing and who it's in.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - Hey, hey, hey.
Hold on, look.
Booby trap.
I'll be damned.
Hey! Hey! Whoa.
- Dean. - Sam. Damn it.
- Son of a bitch. - Dean?
- Sam? - I'm gonna go around, okay?
- All right, watch yourself. - Yeah.
Come on.
Don't move.
Sam.
Put your gun down.
What you gonna do, son?
You're not gonna shoot me.
You got your soul back. Gonna shoot your own family?
Yeah, I wouldn't go with the family thing. Try again.
- Mary's still my daughter. - I said, don't move.
- And you're still named after me. - I said, don't move.
Appears to be our moment, Sam.
You still wanna know about your summer vacation?
I'll tell you all about it.
You're dying to know, huh?
Yeah, I am.
- Then let's just put these down and talk. - Stop.
It's all right, Sam.
Sam?
Sam.
Oh, thank God.
Drop the gun, Sam.
It's me.
Okay. That's great, Sam.
Just gotta cuff you till we can be sure. Okay?
You understand, right?
- It's in him. - Are you sure?
- Yeah. Yeah, I think. - You see anything come out of him?
After he dropped?
Tell me you got something.
- Nothing. - What?
So you mean he wasn't a monster when I ganked him?
One way to find out.
Bobby, you got a cranial saw in the car?
- Course. - You're not going alone.
Oh, no, he won't. He won't.
We will both go grab some tools and see about getting some power in this place.
And I want you and you to wa...
Okay, I want you and you to watch him and him and...
If anything crawls out of anybody, somebody step on it.
Don't worry. I'll watch Samuel. Dean will watch me.
Yeah, right.
You did the right thing, you know.
You mean, you think I did. If it's in him and I'm me.
This thing's playing three-card monte with us.
Well, I'm just gonna assume you're you.
You wanna take this off then?
Not until we get that sucker out of his walnut.
I don't know.
I mean, I barely remember him. But what I do remember...
...it's not good.
And what he did to us...
- But... - There's a but?
I mean, I just can't help but think...
...what would Mom say?
You know what I think Mom would say?
She'd say, "Just because your blood doesn't make you family.
You gotta earn that."
All right, let's play operation.
- Wanna take a breather? - We're good.
We're about to crack open your grandpa's grapefruit. Take a breather.
What is this, have you been dumpster diving again?
- What? It still works. - Yeah, right. I hope so.
- Listen, Rufus, I been thinking... - Yeah, well wonders never cease.
Shut up a minute, I'm trying to say something.
It was my fault.
Omaha.
- No, no, it wasn't. - No, I should've listened to you.
Well, hey, that's categorical, Bobby.
I... Let me just get this out.
We've had this conversation already.
No, we haven't. I never said I'm sorry, Rufus.
I... You lost her because of me and I...
Bobby, I said we've had this conversation already.
And you can blabber all day...
...and it wouldn't change a thing, Bobby.
I will never forgive you for what happened.
You got that?
Never.
So change the subject, Bob.
Dean.
- Rufus. Rufus. Rufus? - Bobby. Hey, you all right?
- Hey, hey, hey. - You all right? I got you.
- Come on. - Come on, come on.
You okay?
This can't be my afterlife because the three of you are here.
- What happened? - When we left, he was dead on the table.
Yeah, till he wasn't.
So how did he get double-dead?
Bobby threw him against that. I guess it was a live wire.
It shorted and he went ape. Then that thing crawled out of his ear.
So at least we know what tickles it.
- Electricity. - Yeah.
Now the question is where'd it go?
- You see? - No.
- You two were down for the count. - Yeah.
Well, either it bailed or it's in either one of you.
Or it's in one of you.
No, we were awake.
- Did you have eyes on each other? - Yes.
One hundred percent of the time?
- Define "a hundred." - Like I said.
All right, how about a check for goo, right?
Nothing.
Might just be gone.
No, it might've wised up and covered its trail.
All right, let's settle this, 100 percent.
How?
- You're live. - Okay.
All right.
Okay.
I'm not a doctor, but I'm gonna go ahead and call this one.
Yeah, all right. Who wants to go first?
- Come on. - Are you sure?
Hurry up, before I start thinking...
Son of a...
Awesome.
Here, you want me to...?
- Let's go. - Yep.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, no. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I...
No passes, Rufus. Come on.
- I got a damn pacemaker. - You better hope it's a good one.
Since when you got a pacemaker?
Since Bush Jr., term one.
I'm down three toes too, FYI.
All right, just make it quick.
Damn it. Damn it.
- You okay? - No, I'm not okay. Give me that.
Okay. All right. My turn.
Well, it ain't inside me, so go right ahead.
- All right, then just stand still, Bobby. - Okay, sure.
- We make this quick. - No problem.
- All right? Let's do this. - Okay. A second, Rufus.
Just a sec nothing, whatever you are.
- I'm Bobby. - Bobby, my ass.
Bobby!
Rufus.
Bobby, there are two of us and one of you.
Well, hey there, you little harpy.
- Why do you keep talking about harpies? - What?
I don't. Shut up.
Shut up.
Don't even think about shagging ass out of here...
...because we got every crack in this room sealed.
So get comfy.
I am comfy.
It's nice in here.
And you love this guy, don't you?
You really wanna kill me and take him with me?
- Haven't you lost enough pals today? - We'll do what we have to do.
Now, we got some questions for you. So you can either play ball...
...or we can fry a little shrimp on the barbie.
Ask.
Been waiting for you to ask.
What the hell's that supposed to mean?
It means I got nothing to hide.
- What are you? - You haven't got a name for me yet.
I'm new around here.
Eve cooked me up herself.
Who is she, this Eve bitch?
The mother of all of us.
And the end of all of you.
By the time she's done...
...there'll be more creatures than humans.
You'll live in pens.
We'll serve up your young and call it veal.
What's your deal in all of this?
How's jumping a few truckers gonna help?
You think I'm here to mess with a couple of cannery workers?
- We led you here. - Why?
- She has a message for you. - Oh, yeah? What's that?
You're all gonna die.
She's pissed.
She's here.
And it's gonna be nothing but pain for you from here on in.
Well, here's my response.
Dean. Dean.
How much more do you think he can take?
You can't kill me.
Not without taking him with me.
Well, we'll just have to do what Bobby would want us to do.
No way out now, Sluggo.
Bobby, hang on in there.
- Bobby? - Is he...? Hey, hey.
Bobby.
- Bobby. Hey. - He's not breathing.
Bobby.
I gotta say, I never figured Rufus for the religious type.
Well, he didn't exactly keep kosher.
He always used to pull the old "Can't work on the Sabbath" card...
...whenever we had to bury a body.
You know, I was just a job.
I was Joe Mechanic.
Then my wife got possessed...
...went nuts on me.
I stabbed her, that didn't stop her.
Next thing I knew, this guy comes busting in.
Soaks her with holy water and sends that demon straight to hell so fast.
I'd have gone away for killing her.
But Rufus cleaned up everything.
Taught me a thing or two...
...about what's really out there.
Pretty soon we were riding together.
Worked like that for years,
kind of like you two knuckleheads.
So, what happened?
It was Omaha.
It was my fault.
And he never let it go.
Well, he should have.
You don't know what I did, Dean.
Doesn't matter.
What do you mean, it doesn't...
I mean at the end of the day, you two are family.
Life's short, and ours are shorter than most.
We're gonna spend it wringing our hands?
Something's gonna get us eventually,
and when my guts get ripped out,
just so you two know, we're good.
Blanket apology for all the crap
that anybody's done all the way around.
Some of us pulled a lot of crap, Dean.
Well, clean slate.
Okay.