HOLY SISTERS OF MALTA MONASTERY
Theres a view of the Monastery from outside, near the river. Inside three nuns exit through a door, as a man, Miele, with a torch comes out from behind them.
He enters a room of relics and begins to admire the Skull of St. Peter, that sits in a glass box. He breaks the glass and takes the skull, placing it inside a bag. He turns to leave, but a nun is standing behind him. He knocks to the ground, and she lies unconscious.
"So sorry, Mother. Please forgive me." Miele Says, in Italian.
Then he leaves as the nun is still lying on the floor.
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THE BUNKER
Sam is sitting at the kitchen table with his laptop, as Dean enters and walks to the fridge.
"So?" Dean Says
"What?" Sam Says
"You find anything on the Seal of Solomon?" Dean Asks
"Well, I've been digging through the lore, but so far, nothing." Sam Says
"Great. So we got Cas in Syria dodging bullets, trying to find fruit from the Tree of Life. We don't know where Lucifer is, so we can't get grace from an archangel. And uh, what's the last ingredient of this spell we're never gonna find?" Dean Says, as he
sits down across from Sam with a box of pizza.
"Blood of a most holy man." Sam Says
"A most holy man. What–what–what does that mean?" Dean Says
"No idea. I've been thinking maybe, uh, blood of a saint?" Sam Says
"A saint?" Dean Says
"Yeah." Sam Says
"Yeah, should be easy to get." Dean Says
"Well, actually, uh, turns out there's a huge market for religious relics. Hair of a martyr, um, nails from the True Cross." Sam Says
"Okay, okay. One, ew. Two, where is this market?" Dean Asks
"Online." Sam Says
"Ah. The internet. Not just for porn anymore." Dean Says, as he takes a bite out of his pizza.
"Anyway, a lot of this is fake, obviously, but I-I did find one dealer who seems to be legit-Margaret Astor. Worth a shot?" Sam Says
"Yeah. Good. Why not? I don't think I can take another one of these cold pieces of Papa Giovanni's." Dean Says, then puts the slice back and closes the box.
SAN FRANCISCO
RESTAURANT
Theres a shot of the Golden Gate Bridge, boats in the water and cars on the bridge. Inside the restaurant
Margaret is sitting at a table and sipping a Martini, Sam and Dean approach her.
"Miss Astor?" Dean Says
"Ms. will do." Margaret Says
"Of course. Great. Uh, may we sit?" Sam Says
"Please. So, gentlemen, what can I do for you?" Margaret Says
"Okay, we, um, we're interested in obtaining a very rare religious artefact, and-and we were told that maybe you'd be the person to help us out." Sam Says
"Really?" Margaret Says
"Yeah." Sam Says
"Who told you that?" Margaret Asks
"The internet." Dean Says
"So...this is not a personal recommendation?" Margaret Asks
"No. Um, is-is that a problem?" Sam Asks
"Personal relationships are very important to me." Margaret Says
Margaret reaches across the table and places her hand on Sam's clasped hands. He jumps a little, as Dean eyes the interaction, She takes her hand away.
"Right. Well, um... I would personally appreciate any help you could give us." Sam Says, as he reaches over and places his hand over hers.
"What sort of help do you need?" Margaret Asks
"We need, um...the blood of a saint." Sam Says
"Really?" Margaret Says
"Yeah." Sam Says
"What ever for?" Margaret Asks
"Does it matter?" Dean Says
"I was asking..." Margaret Says, glancing over at
Sam.
"Sam."
"Sam." Margaret Says
Dean and Margaret look annoyed at each other, before she turns her attention back to Sam.
"So, Sam, what can you tell me?" Margaret Asks
"Unfortunately, not very much. Just that it's very, very important to us. To me." Sam Says
"Well, of course it is. Blood of a saint–very rare, very expensive. It just so happens I might know one person who would have such an item. Do I dare give you the name?" Margaret Says
"Please. I would be very much in your debt." Sam Says, as he and Margaret smile at each other, and Dean rolls his eyes.
"Well, that's lovely. But know, Sam... I like to collect on what's owed to me. His name is Richard Greenstreet. He lives in Seattle. I'll provide an introduction, but that's as far as I'll go." Margaret Says
"Perfect. Thank you." Sam Says
"Oh, don't thank me yet. Greenstreet has all the trappings of a gentleman, but...I would advise caution." Margaret Says
SEATTLE, GREENSTREET'S HOME
Greenstreet is standing and eating a donut, as Sam and Dean watch him.
"Your names again?" Greenstreet Asks
"This is Sam. I'm Dean Vaughn. We're from Rhode Island." He Says
"Rhode Island. My, you are a long way from home. Do you happen to know the Machin twins out of Newport?" Greenstreet Says
"The Machin twins? Uh, well, we don't know them personally, but obviously, we know of them." Sam Says
"Mm. Interesting. Because to the best of my knowledge, there are no Machin twins from Newport. So who are you really?" Greenstreet Asks
"This is Sam. I'm Dean Winchester. We were told that you might have something that we need." He Says
"What might that be?" Greenstreet Asks
"Blood of a saint." Sam Says
"Blood of a saint. Why...yes. I do believe I possess such an item. Cost me a small fortune to obtain." Greenstreet Says
"Right. We need some for a worthy cause." Sam Says
"I gave up on worthy causes years ago. And as I said, the blood cost me a fortune. Judging by your Montgomery Ward suits and your cheap ties, I'm guessing you don't have a small fortune, or for that matter, two nickels to rub together. So I'm quite afraid this has been a waste of your time, and more importantly, mine. Good day, gentlemen." Greenstreet Says
Greenstreet then goes goes back to eating a donut, as Sam and Dean turn to leave.
"Wait." Sam and Dean turn around to face him.
"I suppose we can be of service to one another. Since you had the nerve to come in here under false pretences, I assume you won't be above a little bit of chicanery. Hmm?" Greenstreet Says
"Yes." Sam Says
"We're listening." Dean Says
"Sit." Greenstreet Says
Sam and Dean walk over and sit down at the chairs across from Greenstreet.
"A short while ago, a valuable item that I covet was removed from its ancestral home in Malta. I believe the thief was working for a man named Santino Scarpatti." Greenstreet Says
"Scarpatti, the mob boss?" Dean Says
"You've heard of him." Greenstreet Says
"I've heard enough to know he kills people." Dean Says
"Oh, yes. I suppose he does. In any case, here is my proposal–you procure said item for me, and I will trade it for the blood." Greenstreet Says
"And what kind of item is it that we're talking about?" Sam Asks
"The skull of St. Peter." Greenstreet Says
"Okay...we steal the skull from the head of the Seattle mob. In exchange, you'll give us the blood of..." Dean Says
"St. Ignatius. Hmm. That's correct." Greenstreet Says
"Yeah. We can do that. No problem. What else can you tell us?" Dean Says
"Rumor has it, the skull is supposed to be turned over tomorrow night. Unfortunately, I don't know the name of the thief or where the meet is supposed to take place." Greenstreet Says
"That's not a lot to go on." Dean Says
"I have faith." Greenstreet Says
A few moments later Sam and Dean are leaving Greenstreet's home.
"So, this is what we've come to? Thieves?" Sam Says
"Hey, you want the blood, right? Well...besides, the thing's already stolen." Dean Says
"Really? That's your rationale?" Sam Says
"Hey, I'm not perfect. And by the way, neither are you, okay? Oh, so, what? Now you're above a little, uh, chicanery? Look, this isn't a perfect world we're trying to save, okay. And if I'm not perfect trying to save it, then so be it. Come on. You with me or not?" Dean Says, he gets into the Impala, as Sam follows.
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CAFÉ
Dean is at the counter with coffee. He turns around to see a woman at a table behind him, reading. He walks over to her.
"Watcha readin'?" Dean Asks
The woman looks up and smiles, showing him the book.
"A book on the supernatural." She Says
"Really? So, you're into the supernatural?" Dean Says
"I am." She Says, smiling.
"Hmm interesting." Dean Says
"Yeah." She Says, she looks up and laughs.
"Dean. Hey." Sam Says
"Excuse me." Dean Says
"Sure." She Says
Dean walks over to the table Sam is sitting at and sits down.
"I got it." Sam Says
"What?" Dean Asks
"Alright, get this. So, I hacked into airline records and checked the names of anybody and everybody who travelled from Malta to Seattle in the first three days after the skull was stolen. There were five people. The fifth guy named, uh... Antonio Miele. With little past I can dig up on him seems... checkered." Sam Says
"Sounds a little thin, but you wouldn't happen to know where this Miele guy is right now, would you?" Dean Says
"As a matter of fact, I do. He checked into the Patricia Hotel right here in downtown Seattle yesterday." Sam Says
PATRICIA HOTEL
Sam and Dean walk into the hotel reception. As they walk to the elevator, a man exits and bumps into Sam.
"Excuse me. I..." The man looks at him and then walks away. "Alright." Sam Says, as he walks into
the elevator.
A few moments later Dean walks down the hallway as Sam follows. They get to the room they are looking for but find the door ajar.
Sam opens the door to see the room is in a mess. They both walk as Sam shuts the door. They walk around the room when Dean notices something.
"Hey." Dean Says
"Oh." Sam Says
They look to the side of the bed and see a man, dead on the floor. They crouch down beside the body.
"Well, rest in peace, Antonio Miele." Dean Says
"Okay..." Sam Says, letting out a sigh.
"What the hell happened here?" Dean Says, then
a gun cocks behind them.
"Hands up. No sudden moves." He Says
Sam and Dean stand up with their hands up, turning around to see the Fake Cop has a gun and a badge in his hands.
"Take it easy, take it easy. Hold on just a second." Dean Says
"Move towards the window." He Says
"Yep, yep. Of course." Sam Says, as they move towards the window.
"Now sit down. And cuff yourselves to the radiator." He Says
The Fake Cop throws two pair of cuffs on the ground. Sam and Dean sit down and cuff themselves to the radiator, The Man starts searching the room.
"You know there's a dead body over here." Dean Says
"I see him." He Says
"What department are you with?" Sam Asks
"Shut up." He Says
"Where's your partner?" Sam Asks
"I work alone. I said shut up." He Says
"Maybe you should call this in." Dean Says
"I said shut up!" He walks over and points the gun at Dean's head. "I'm gonna go call this in right now. Don't you two go anywhere." He laughs as he leaves the room.
"You see that badge? It's like he got it out of a cereal box." Dean Says
"Yeah. Gun looked real enough, though." Sam Says
"I don't think he's coming back, but he probably is calling it in, so..." Sam then takes out keys to open the cuffs with. "Look at you. You're like a Boy Scout. You're always prepared." Dean Says
"Yeah. You're like uh... I don't know what you're like." Sam Says
"Yeah. Thanks." Dean Says
Sam then opens both their cuffs and they both leave the room. Dean and Sam exit an elevator and walk through the reception. The man Sam bumped into before is now sitting in the reception, reading a newspaper. He watches them leave.
STREET
Sam and Dean exits the hotel, and are walking down the street.
"Alright, so if the dead guy on the floor up there, Miele, was the original thief, then who killed him?" Dean Says
"I don't know. Maybe Greenstreet got to him before we could. In that case, he probably has the skull." Sam Says
"Well, then who's the fake cop? Who does he work for?" Dean Says
"Scarpatti?" Sam Says
"No, he was still looking for something. Why would Scarpatti whack the guy before he finds the skull?" Dean Says
"Whack"?" Sam Says
"It's mob talk." Dean Says
"Mob... Well, colorful." Sam Says
"Yeah." Dean Says
They turn a corner and see three mob guys standing in an alley, near the Impala.
"Call I help you, fellas?" Dean Asks
"Mr. Scarpatti wants to see you two." He Says
"I think we'll pass." Dean Says
"Yeah, that, uh, wasn't a request." He Says, as another mob guy takes out his gun and points it at Dean.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Okay, okay, okay." Sam Says
"I'll drive." He Says
"I don't think so." Dean Says
"Again, not a request." He Says
The other mob guy gestures for Sam and Dean to
get into the Impala.
"It's good." Sam Says
"Come on." He Says
"Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got it." Sam Says
Sam sits in the back of the Impala, while Dean walks over and hands the keys to the Mob Guy.
"Nice car." He Says
"Yeah. Enjoy." Dean Says
Dean gets in and sits in the back, and they drive off. The man Sam bumped into is watching from around the corner.
SCARPATTI MANSION
The Impala is parked outside, as a henchman stands guard. Meanwhile inside Scarpatti is sitting at his desk, patting his cat. Italian opera plays as the mob guys lead Sam and Dean into the room.
"Sit. Sit." Scarpatti Says
Sam and Dean sit down on a sofa, with their backs facing Scarpatti.
"So...Sam and Dean Winchester. We uh...we done a little checkin'. You know? And, uh...you know, officially...you guys both died six years ago." Scarlatti Says, as he stands up and walks over to the sofa, standing behind them.
"Well, it's a funny story. So-" Sam Says
"Hey, look, I-I don't care." Scarpatti Says
"Right." Sam Says
"You know, my point is that, if you were to get whacked now... relax. If I wanted you dead...you
got my point, right?" Scarpatti Says
"Yep." Sam Says
"Good. So, so let's talk. Alright? I understand you made a deal with Greenstreet?" Scarpatti Says
"How do you know that?" Sam Asks
"I keep any eye on my enemies. Now...that was your first mistake, working for him. Greenstreet...he's– he's a farabutto. You know, a scoundrel. He's got no reverence for these sacred artefacts. He–he has no respect. Now me? You know, my motives are pure. I feel it's my duty as a good Catholic to give these beautiful relics a home." Scarpatti Says
"Well... technically, the relic had a home, and then you had it stolen." Dean Says
Sam clears his throat and glares at Dean, Scarpatti and his mob guys laugh as they look at Dean.
"Now why would you get involved with a man like Greenstreet?" Scarpatti Asks
"He has something we need. And the skull was our– our price we had to pay for it." Sam Says
"It's a devil's bargain." He sits down across from Sam and Dean. "Alright. So, I'm gonna tell you what you should know, okay? I made a deal with Miele. I paid half the price for the skull up-front and I agreed to give him the rest on delivery. But now he's dead. And believe me, I didn't kill him. So, the skull is missing. Now since I paid half of what was owed, I believe that skull rightfully belongs to me." Scarpatti Says
"But it was stolen. I don't know, "rightfully belongs to you"?" Dean Says, as Scarpatti laughs at him.
"You believe this guy? You got a set on you, pal.
You talk to me like that in this room?" Scarpatti Says
"And?" Dean Says
"My point is, whatever the case is, you two now are in the middle of this thing, alright? So, I'm gonna make you a very nice proposition. You find my skull, and I will give you a handsome finder's fee. And then you can buy whatever it is you need to get from Greenstreet, okay?" Scarpatti Says
"And what if we say no?" Sam Says
"That would be your second mistake. And believe me, you probably won't get a third one." Scarpatti Says
"Great. Deal." Dean Says
"Good. Very good." Scarpatti Says
"Now...what happens if we can't find the skull?" Dean Asks
"As they say at NASA, failure...is not an option." Scarpatti Says
PATRICIA HOTEL
Inside the hotel lobby, there's cops all over as Sam and Dean walk through the front door.
"Alright, tell me, why are we here again?" Sam Asks
"Gotta start somewhere. Key to this whole thing is in that room. I can feel it." Dean Says
"Oh. Oh, you can feel it? Why didn't you say so?" Sam Says
Dean walks around the corner down the hall as Sam follows, but stops. He hides behind the wall.
"What?" Sam Says
"Cop." Dean Says
There is a cop standing outside the room they were in before, yellow tape blocking the door.
"Great. Any ideas?" Sam Asks, as Dean sees a fire alarm on the wall.
"Stay here." Dean Says
Dean then pulls the alarm and walks away, leaving Sam to stand there. The cop at the door starts getting people out of their rooms.
Dean walks to the reception and pulls another alarm. He watches as people exit the reception. Sam hides while the cop walks past. When he is gone, Sam walks to the room, and enters under the yellow tape.
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HOTEL ROOM
The room is still in the same mess it was before. Sam starts searching for the skull. He lifts and throws things out of the way, but he can't find anything.
"Really, Dean? You can feel it." Sam Says
Sam starts searching the drawers of an old dresser. He sees a piece of paper under the dresser and picks it up. He reads the numbers written on it, but someone knocks him out with the telephone from behind. He falls to the ground, It is the man he bumped into earlier.