Dean (sitting back down): You know what man? Do I look crazy? Any human being'll cast about in a moment of stress. Hey, roomie Upper bunk? EXTERIOR Crowley, Sam and Dean continue their conversation. There are bushes there and sometimes they burn! to the point of developing psychic powers.
Amara: Oh, honey, you wish. Dean, ordinarily Id agree with you, but the visions only happen when I reach out to God. It's an exercise in psychology, so to speak. Probably not relationship material though. Apparently its a massacre. Amara: Oh, and thats you? The thunderstorm ends. Crowley: A lot of blabber going on. No, thats not going to happen. McGill. Dean: Wanna know what she is Crowley? Seems like a year ago we busted off the farm. Then she throws his body against the pulpit. I had that kind of leverage under my thumb and I let it slip away. You'll have to excuse my rusticated friend. And they's convicts, folks, fugitives escaped off the farm. Beg for his forgiveness or face his terrible wrath. You ain't no kind of man if you ain't got land. His eyes glow white and his grace explodes from inside his body as he dies. Remember that precept and your time with me won't have been ill-spent. Dean: No, not in the Cage. Dean looks around at the beautiful surroundings mountains, lake and forest before facing Amara. Sam thinks about what Lucifer has said. I'm George Nelson, and I'm feeling ten feet tall! I dont blame you. No doubt, brother. - Your screams won't save your flesh. Hear me, boys? Ever. The Coen brothers have delighted us with films such as BARTON FINK, FARGO and THE BIG LEBOWSKI. They loved him up and turned him into a horny toad. - That's not a proper description. Amara looks with disgust at the Bible. All rights reserved. Y'see, in the mart of competitive commerce though it will not be the fortune you seek. We're in a tight spot! Dean: Is it? - They playin' it far away as Mobile. Lucifer: I completely get why you came to me. - I am. Shes quite a force. Sure. Sam: But, recently, he has reached out to an interested party. You said you'd changed. He looks around and up at the sky, confused, trying to understand what has happened. Rowena: Well, you do have unresolved issues with your domineering older brother and the abandonment by your father. Amara: You misunderstand my purpose on earth. Gonna suck all the power right out of the state! Sam: All current indications of his presence are that there are no current indications of his presence. Any of you boys know your way around a Walther PPK? What now?!
- For Him, not for the law. I hate it. We got a new shipment in yesterday. No, I'm lookin' for some old-timey material. Your two friends have abandoned you, Pete. Crowley: Like the hit you took out on me, for instance? Friend, some of your folding money has come unstowed. Cow road that used to lead all the way Well, most of the way Er, that ain't right, either. The film is derived from Homers Odyssey, and pays homage to the great Preston Sturges, but remains unmistakably Coenesque. We got you surrounded. He places his hand on Sams face and smiles. Triumph of the subjective. http://www.supernaturalwiki.com/index.php?title=11.09_O_Brother_Where_Art_Thou%3F_(transcript)&oldid=198819. Clearly, seeing the future falls into that category. Please look down and recognise us poor sinners. Someone let on we were giving out liquor. The Priest hands Amara the Bible and walks away. - Nah, that ain't right. Is you is, or is you ain't my constituency? Can Sam meet with Lucifer or not? I've been separated from my family for so long. Time off for bad behavior? Gapped-toothed, carpetbaggin', motherless spawn of hell! Comin' with us got more future than marrying a guy called Waldrip. The parishioners are all dead. Did you miss me? Hold on. To get my help, which I only now just offered. We need a shot in the arm. There are skeletal remains on the ground where Sam is standing, talking to Lucifer. Sam: Okay, then I dont meet with Lucifer. You have no idea what youre tampering with; what Lucifer is capable of. Dean: We need to know exactly this how to open the Cage and how to protect Sam once it is. Crowley: Goodness mummy, loosen the grip. INTERIOR the Cage is suspended by chains in Hell. He senses something and looks around. Is that the best you can come up with? - I've counted to three. Crowley: You dont. We all look for God in all things. - At the five-and-dime. Dean looks horrified.
- Ain't no wedding. Angel 1: Were at the point where sacrifice is inevitable. Yes, sir, it's as if our old friend George is a alley cat. All except for our accomp accomp the fella that plays the guitar. Yes, sir. Name's Ulysses Everett McGill. Amara: No, God was the Light. Allow me to introduce myself.
I just gotta get close enough to talk to her. Crowley (talking to Sam): So God assured you of this, did he? Pretty soon it'll be nothin' but featherbeds and silk sheets. Crazy! - Making money in the Lord's service. Amara: I consumed their souls. - Not out the other side of his face. But lets just say he not the only game in town. - Gopher, Everett? Amara: I see the wariness in your eyes, the mistrust. He doesnt even seem to be around. the power behind the throne, so to speak. Amara is listening, her back turned to the speaker. I guess Vernon T Waldrip is gonna be going on relief. You two are dumber than a bag of hammers. This is his house. Everything's gonna run on a paying basis. INTERIOR return to Crowleys throne room. Sam: Yeah, youll get limited access. People want answers, and Big Dan sells the only book that's got 'em. Sam stares at Lucifer with a mixture of fear and contempt. We might offend our constituency. He is outside, in a forest. What are you doing here? Rowena gazes at Lucifer in apparent adoration. The church bells ring. I know this guy who'll print me up a license. Sam: Is this really the answer? Don't be a fool, Everett. Dean (getting up from the table to pour himself a whiskey): Why would God even ask this of you? Well? Neither God nor man's got nothin' on me now. Amara looks sadly at Dean, she flicks her hand and he disappears. Amara looks up at the stain-glass window. I'm gonna slap one on here. Crowley: Can you hear what theyre saying? - He'll join us, run our campaign. Priest: Mm. - That ain't your daddy, Alvanelle. I don't want this pomade, I want Dapper Dan. Dean: Because its crazy, okay! Oh, mercy, yes, we got to beat that competition. Must still be in the roll-top in the old cabin. He looks confused. [Laughing] He cant do it by himself. A man stands in front of it; people gather around him. Author: The Coen Brothers Publisher: Faber and Faber ISBN: 0571205186 Format: Paperback Pages: 160 Product Dimensions: 19.2 x 12.4 x 0.8 cm. But I cant be resisted. Hell, it woulda washed away the stink of that pomade. Lucifer [nodding and smirking]: I know. Hell's bells, Mr Lund, if we don't, the goddam competition will. I'm sorry.
- You never told me. # Your mama's gone away, and your daddy's gonna stay #. Hell, they ain't even old-timey.
Angel 1: Come on Daniel. My old roomie. A third of a gopher'd only arouse my appetite. I tried praying, calling out in need. Forever. There are those who attempt both at the same time. # I'm headed for a land that's far away #, # So come with me, we'll go and see the big rock candy mountains #, # There's a land that's fair and bright #, # On the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees #, # The lemonade springs where the bluebird sings #, # And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth #, # Oh, I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow #, # Where the rain don't fall, the wind don't blow #, # There's a lake of stew and of whiskey, too #, # You can paddle all around 'em in a big canoe #, # I'm a-goin' to stay where you sleep all day #, # Where they hung the jerk that invented work #. - That's how I'd characterise it. - That's one of Aunt Herlene's. INTERIOR Crowley, Rowena and Sam are walking down a corridor, with high brick walls. I'm George Nelson! - No transmission belt for two weeks. Is this gentleman bothering you? Is this what you want? The trade is not complicated. Hell I ain't. Sam: About as many as I have to say, okay then what else have we got? We all enemies, okay. Or if not smithies, trained in the metallurgic arts. Rowena: Lucifer? He's bona fide.
Youre taking peoples lives. I'm a forgive-and-forget Christian, and I say if their rambunctiousness and misdemeanoring is behind them in the second Pappy O'Daniel administration, Well, it means you and me and Pete and Tommy are gonna be. Amara: This is God youre speaking of? Ohh! Well, he taught me to play this here guitar real good. Watch your language, this is a public market. How we gonna get a car?
I like to think I'm an astute observer of the human scene, too. Slap that money on the barrel head and buy back the family farm. How we gonna run reform? Amara: You felt my presence. Thanks for signing up, now please check all your email folders incl junk mail! If I wanted to kill you, Id have done that. And what do you do, you and your, uh, tongue-tied friend? I know that youre a warrior and your instinct is to resist. What happened in that room? Im the King of this place. After that, it'll be at the bottom of a lake. We get past our differences. Amara compels him to stab himself in the face with the angel blade and he dies. We ran across a whole gopher village. but if that ain't the consensus, then hell, let's vote. This page was last edited on 8 October 2021, at 08:27. they trampled all over our venerated observances and rituals. which I predict you gonna enjoy thoroughly. I seen 'em first! and then they dunked me, trussed me up like a hog.
Dean: Some people find comfort in that. The hood on the captive is removed to reveal Rowena. You leave us no choice but to smoke you out. These boys is not white. Not us. These little men finally caught the criminal of the century.
You pitch in like a good girl; Ill call off my assassins. I take your point. My added time for the escape, I don't get out now till 19 87. Sam turns back to her, annoyed: What?! I expect you want them chains knocked off. INTERIOR - Inside a church we see people praying. I know that I made some tactical mistakes. Amara (laughing): God, you mean? cannot afford four more years of Pappy O'Daniel! Dean: Yes, an arch-angel so bad-assed that he was personally dumped into the Cage by God himself. I can use some civilised conversation. Why did she insist on sparing you? It begins to fade. Thank you for that fricassee. before circumstances forced you into a life of wanderin'? Id say it suits you. - No, you said - Or under the mattress. Tout court! Rowena: Just whats in this cage thats so dangerous? Pete, rest his soul, was one sourass son of a bitch. Get a hold of yourself. A tear escapes from Sams eye as he realizes the predicament he is in. Sorry to stick you on witch duty, as hard as that sounds. Are you testing us? Who are you dealing with? So only dead people get to see him? Come on, you miserable salaried sons of bitches! Why, you pasty-face son'bitch. We got to R-U-N-N-O-F-T. Its now or never. I don't know, Delmar. but I don't think nothing's going to save me now. and wash it down with your finest bubbly wine. She takes his face in her hands and attempts to take Deans soul. We thought you was a toad. You can't display a toad in a fine restaurant. She raises her hand to the sky, the clouds turn dark, and there is lighting and thunder. God is the Light, and it is the Light that vanquishes the Darkness. Dean: So, youre it. Your pomade. Rowena: Flop sweat sonny? I need an actual meeting in a room. These two soggy sons of bitches are Pete and Delmar. - Mama says you was hit by a train. It's the straight and narrow from here on out. but if you just stick with me, I got a plan. The mercy of God, his love of the world and mankind, his perfect plan for us Amara: A manipulation. She changes her mind and she leans in closer and kisses Dean. Angel 1 strides forward and Amara holds up her hand, as if to ward him off. - The preacher said it absolved us. The blood on the fountain turns back to water. since we started broadcasting it on the Pappy O'Daniel Flour Hour. We ain't got a constituency! Sam, Crowley and Rowena look at the cage, which is completely surrounded by fire. That's the goddam problem, people think Stokes has got fresh ideas. - Say, I got an idea. And remember, Jesus saves, but George Nelson withdraws! Whoo! Keep your fingers away from Pete's mouth, he ain't eaten for 13 years. The thunderstorm still rages overhead. He was there. The phone keeps ringing. Believe me, Delmar, he would have wanted us to press on. That ain't the tune you was singin' back at the gallows! We get it. - The campaign manager? We got bigger fish to fry. Clean government is yours for the asking! Just get back to work! Flaming torches light the path. Its a Devils bargain. Do you really think hes watching? Lucifer: Now that sis is here, Gods not the only circus in town.
Do you have the Soggy Bottom Boys performing "Man of Constant Sorrow"? Election held tomorrow, that sumbitch Stokes would win in a walk! All the money in a bag. - and he carries a hayfork. Sam takes a deep breath; his terror replaced by his stoic faith. Amara points to the fountain. Perhaps you should start making your prayers. Crowley: Yes, in Hell! Gonna shoot sparks out of my head and lightning from my fingertips! Dean: You were in the forest. Rowena: (Starts drooling) Hes so alpha isnt he? We're lucky we left before they came back. Let's give that coloured boy a lift. No prayer. Lower bunk? - No. #, # Could you wait to call me another day? I left my pomade in the car. It was a miracle! Or you wanna share? ##, We have all gathered here to preserve our hallowed culture and heritage. She scowls and turns to walk towards the speaker. #. Dean (looking at Amara): What have you done? Or, hell, look at Delmar as your paradigm of hope. We could talk this thing out. I don't believe I've seen you boys. No snooping around there. Amara: Thats all you need to know for now. I'm supposed to shoot folks servin' papers. Man (his face with a look of awe): Is it you? I've always wondered, what's the devil look like? But shes got none of the experience. All you boys is miscegenated! Don't tell me how to court the electorate. He turns around to see Amara. It is his universe. A fire springs to life, completely surrounded the cage. I wont do it. - Give me back that hat! And, what was Dads suggestion? God is a master strategist. Top of the world one minute, sad the next. Supervised. See, I belong to a certain secret society. Amara: (Chuckles) It was destiny. Oh, that leads me to my next question. I know, Sam. and re-tie the knot, mixaphorically speaking. That ain't it! I'm not hear to make a record, you dumb cracker. Sam (ignoring the barb): The point is she poses a threat to all that exists, including you. Dean (on phone): Listen. What the there ain't nothin' but a damn toad. No, sir. Youve never led anyone. ## Oh, the storm and its fury raged today #, # Crushing hope that we cherished so dear #, # The cloud and storm will in time pass away #, # And the sun again will shine bright and clear #, # If we'll keep on the sunny side of life #, # If we'll keep on the sunny side of life ##, Now, I know The Sunnysiders would agree with me, when I say that the great state of Mississippi. The place is covered in blood. We can hire us a little fella even smaller than Stokes's. Boys, we was chained together. Not your ring? [The Priest nods]. He is smiling. He'd sure like it if you ate his farina and voted him a second term. I don't believe it's in Mississippi. It was me. - Buying nipples.
Maybe there is something to it all, maybe, and maybe theres not. INTERIOR PJs Autobody shop, where there is a group of angels talking. Lucifer: (Chuckles) So II guess I am your only hope. As Lucifer approaches, he puts up his hands in a defensive motion. Theyre your enemies as well. None of us do. Oh, oops! Virtually erased me. Well, that record is just goin' through the goddam roof. - You got a maiden name, Daddy? Boy, that was some mighty fine a-pickin' and a-singin'. - Oh, no. He'll just have to wait his turn, share one of your graves. It's gonna be, "Back to the flour mill, Pappy"! The Darkness has a plan for every one of Gods creations. Catch my drift? I suspect some miscegenation in their heritage. He doesnt resist, and then returns her kiss. Not a moment too soon. there's damn good money in during these times of woe and want. Or, pressed for time, Big Dan! Dean: Yeah, with Lucifer. I was bad till yesterday, but me and Pete here been saved. Well, I guess hard times flush the chumps. # Times is harder than ever been before #. If you resist, each and every angel in the skies will smite you, in a single unified blow. And it looks like the only man in this great state. Lucifer turns to look at Sam, smiling, satisfied. And the way to reach him is through prayer. Not even a little. - You know them gals, Everett? So where's all the money from the armoured car job? Sam [angry]: So, what, I just disappear while you take my body and get set loose on the world again? Things change. You flatfooted, lame-brained, soft-ass sons of bitches! She was not killed. God damn! I figured as much at the restaurant. What are you lookin' at, grandpa? Take her out for a spin. Amara (looking at the parishioners praying): Like them, you mean? Thats why you came here. I can see why Pop is laying low. Sam (on phone): You find anything at the church? Priest: It is the nature of faith. Do I have an invitation to look forward to? I mean, Lucifer would know how God ended the Darkness. - A lot of people like that reform. - Is that right? EXTERIOR return to Amara and Dean. - Yes! Lucifer: I gotta say, Im a little in the dark about this meeting. [Sam and Lucifer exchange knowing looks]. As he emerges from the dark, the red eyes fade and we see Lucifer. When our leaders do nothing but pit the factions against each other. - # Go to sleep, you little baby # - Howdy do, ladies? - He's a suitor. Hello, Penny. Daddy told me to shoot who's ever from the bank. That lake was not my doing. Believe me. Dont you have a key? Oh, son, for that you traded your everlasting soul? Dean: All right Rowena. They sang into yonder can, then skedaddled. Of course I dont have a key. - Just the regular side. I gave you credit for more brains than Delmar. So, he exiled me. There's a perfectly scientific explanation. I just don't think it's right keeping him under wraps. first you must travel a long and difficult road. In my line, it's plum necessary. Lucifer: Well, that would make so much sense if it was God that was doing the talking. I don't care if it's 90,000. [Dean turns away from Amara]. and we'll retire to more private environs, where I'll reveal how to make vast amounts of money. Angel 1: Amara! Crowley, you know that the Darkness is going to pound on everything and that includes you. Lucifer looks down at the illuminated spell-work on the cage. Thats certifiable! Shoulda guessed it. wants to thank the Soggy Bottom Boys for that wonderful performance.
# To stop playin' cards and a-shootin' dice #. They arent gone. - A miracle. Lots of respectable people been hit by trains. Pappy O'Daniel, slave of the interests Homer Stokes, servant of the little man. Rowena: Oh, really, and what happens to me once the danger is past? Even square with the Lord, Mississippi's hard-nosed. Dean: Youre the King of the joint. - It's just a symbol, honey. In the course of trying to elude the law and the Ku Klux Klan, they somehow manage to cut a hit record. Rowena: Ive heard whispers. The blind reputedly possess sensitivities. Sam (on phone): No. Everyone knows I'm a friend of the farmer. Everett, I never figured you for a pater familias. We got but four days to get to that treasure. Sam, terrified, backs into the corner of the cage. Uh, we hear that you pay good money to sing into a can. Pull over, Everett. Shut up, Delmar. Dean breaks away from Amaras kiss. and his own damn humours are swingin' him by the tail. My issue is with my brother, not his creation. For everyone. All your favourites. Crowley: Gods sister? Ladies and gentlemen, the little man has admonished me. We see inside the Cage; Lucifers hand and then his face. Yeah. Surely Sam knows better than to cut some sort of deal. Amara: What if there were no rules? # Won't you spare me over till another year? you sign these papers here, I'm gonna give you $10 apiece. I got to get the family farm back, Believe me, a woman's the most fiendish instrument of torture. Angel 1: None of us have. Just bliss. Amara moves closer to Dean. Crowley: We are in the furthest reaches of Hell, Limbo, where I send unruly souls for timeout. Your barbs may amuse your circle of hags. Well, they say that with the thrill-seeking personality. is gonna lead us all in a chorus of "You Are My Sunshine". Thank you, anyway. And its not going to happen. I told you they was flooding this valley. Sam: If it werent for the crisis top-side, you wouldnt be getting one now. I'm gonna visit them foreclosin' son of a guns. They hold signs (GOD IS WATCHING YOU) and listen to the man as he preaches through a small megaphone. - Tie their hands, boys. I'm a man of large appetites. Hang on! - Just an old pewter thing. Come and get me! Talk, you unreconstructed whelp of a whore! Vernon's got prospects. You can't do it, we just got pardoned by the governor. Sam looks around at Crowley and Rowena, looking uncertain. Lucifer: Ah, well, settle in there buddy [smiling]. Amara surveys her work, her gaze resting on one body, still holding a sign that says: THE END IS NEAR! Figures. Moral fibre? Crowley: Speaking of which, Ill make you a little deal Mommy. Why, he was barely a sentient being and when we clean up and get a little smellum in our hair, we're gonna feel 100% better about ourselves. to be back with my wife and my six daughters. I don't want Fop, god damn it! I don't believe I gotta mention its name, you know? Dean: What is it exactly that you want? Empty. Priest: Well of course its working. is." We ain't getting married with his ring. Angel 1: Yeah. Awful white of you to take it like that, Everett.
Rowena: Oh, youre not handing me over to them. Just bring us a couple of leaves of raw cabbage. Rowena (glaring at Crowley): So, Fergus. doin' a little number with her cousin Tom-Tom. His rules. Priest: Oh, of course. - You said it was in the roll-top. Pete, what are you gonna do with your share of the treasure? I know we're kin, but they got this depression on. You candy-butted, car-thievin' sos-and-sos! Thats not going to happen. Finding one ring in the middle of all that water, - is one hell of a heroic task! What we both felt. Ain't no one gonna pick up three filthy, unshaved hitchhikers. before it chokes out the flower of our culture and heritage. Pappy was displaying rectitude when that egghead you work for. You shoulda joined us, Everett. Thank you as well for the conversational hiatus. Rowena: Well, Ill need some ingredients. Crowley: You see then Mother, the need for urgency. What the hell does an ignorant old man know? Dean shakes his head and takes a sip of whisky. So, without further ado, and by way of endorsing my candidacy. Are you sure that youre okay with this whole deal? Passed on stories that I was a threat. He forced my hand. They come to an empty cage. Rowena: Well, if my deciphering of the Book is so pivotal, Id like to know whats in it for me.