Come on, let's say good night to your brother.
Night, Sam.
Good night, love.
Hey, Dean.
-- Daddy! - Hey, buddy.
Think Sammy's ready to toss around a football?
-No, Daddy. -No.
You got him? -I got him.
Sweet dreams, Sam.
John.
John? is he hungry?
Shh. -Okay.
Hmm.
Sammy. Sammy.
No!
Mary?
Mary!
Mary.
Hey, Sammy.
You okay?
No! Mary!
Daddy! -Take your brother outside...
as fast as you can. Don't look back. Now, Dean. Go!
Mary!
No!
It's okay, Sammy.
I got you.
It's all right. I got it. Move the line up.
Here.
- A stream on the right. - - Got it.
Hey, stay back. You have to stay back.
Come on. You have to stay on the curb.
Sam. Get a move on, would you?
We're supposed to be there, like, 15 minutes ago.
Sam. You coming or what?
-Do I have to? -Yes.
It'll be fun.
And where is your costume?
You know how I feel about Halloween.
So here's to Sam and his awesome LSAT victory.
It's not that big a deal.
So there you go. You are a first-round draft pick.
-You can go to any law school you want. -I got an interview here, Monday.
If it goes okay, I think I got a shot at a full ride next year.
Hey. it's gonna go great.
-It better. -How's it feel to be...
-...the golden boy of the family? -They don't know.
They don't know? I would be gloating. Why not?
Because we're not exactly the Bradys.
And I'm not exactly the Huxtables. More shots.
-No. -No. No. No.
Seriously, I'm proud of you.
You're gonna knock them dead and get that full ride.
I know it.
What would I do without you?
Crash and burn.
Whoa, easy, tiger.
Dean?
-You scared the crap out of me. -That's because you're out of practice.
Or not. Get off me.
-Dean, what the hell are you doing here? -Well, I was looking for a beer.
What the hell are you doing here?
Okay, all right. We gotta talk.
-The phone? -If I'd called, would you have picked up?
Sam?
Jess, hey.
Dean, this is my girlfriend, Jessica.
Wait. Your brother, Dean?
I love the Smurfs.
You know, I gotta tell you, you are completely out of my brother's league.
Just let me put something on.
No, no. No, I wouldn't dream of it.
Seriously.
I gotta borrow your boyfriend, talk about some family business.
But nice meeting you.
No.
No. Whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her.
Okay.
Um, Dad hasn't been home in a few days.
So he's working overtime on a Miller-time shift. He'll stumble back sooner or later.
Dad's on a hunting trip.
And he hasn't been home in a few days.
Jess, excuse us.
We have to go outside.
Come on, you can't just break in, middle of the night, expect me to hit the road.
You're not hearing me, Sammy. Dad's missing. I need you to help me.
You remember the Poltergeist in Amherst?
Devil's Gates in Clifton? He was missing then. He's always missing, always fine.
Not for this long. Now, you gonna come with me or not?
-I'm not. -Why not?
I swore I was done hunting. For good.
It wasn't easy, it wasn't that bad.
Yeah? When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet...
-...he gave me a .45. -What was he supposed to do?
I was 9 years old.
He should say, "Don't be afraid of the dark."
"Don't be afraid of the dark"? You should be. You know what's there.
Yeah, I know. But the way we grew up, after Mom was killed...
and Dad's obsession to find what killed her. But we still haven't found the thing.
-So we kill everything we can find. -Save a lot of people doing it too.
You think Mom would have wanted this for us?
The weapon training? And melting the silver into bullets?
Man, Dean, we were raised like warriors.
So, what are you gonna do? You just gonna live some normal, apple-pie life?
-is that it? -No. Not normal. Safe.
And that's why you ran away.
I was just going to college.
It was Dad who said if I was gonna go, I should stay gone.
-And that's what I'm doing. -Well, Dad's in trouble now...
if he's not dead already. I can feel it.
-I can't do this alone. -Yes, you can.
Yeah. Well, I don't want to.
What was he hunting?
All right. Let's see. Where the hell did I put that thing?
So when Dad left, why didn't you go with him?
I was working my own gig. This voodoo thing down in New Orleans.
Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourself?
I'm 26, dude.
All right. Here we go.
So Dad was checking out this Two-lane Blacktop outside of Jericho, California.
About a month ago, this guy. They found his car, but he'd vanished. MiA.
-So maybe he was kidnapped. -Yeah, well. Here's another one in April.
Another in December '04, '03...
'98, '92. Ten of them over the past 20 years.
All men, all the same five-mlle stretch of road.
It started happening more and more...
so Dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago.
I hadn't heard from him since, which is bad enough.
Then I get this voicemail yesterday.
Dean. Something is starting to happen. it's serious.
I need to try to find out what's going on.
Be very careful, Dean. We're all in danger.
-You know there's E.V.P. on that? -Not bad, Sammy.
Kind of like riding a bike, isn't it?
All right, I slowed the message down and ran it through a Goldwave...
took out the hiss and this is what I got.
I can never go home.
"Never go home."
in almost two years, I've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing.
All right. I'll go.
I'll help you find him. But I have to get back first thing Monday.
-Just wait here. -What's first thing Monday?
I have this....
-I have an interview. -What, a job interview? Skip it.
It's a law school interview and it's my whole future on a plate.
-law school? -So we got a deal or not?
Wait, you're taking off?
-is this about your dad? is he all right? -Yeah. Just a little family drama.
Your brother said he was on some hunting trip?
Oh, yeah, he's just deer hunting up at the cabin.
He's probably got Jim, Jack and Jose along with him.
-We're just gonna go bring him back. -What about the interview?
I'll make the interview. This is only for a couple days.
Sam. I mean, please.
Stop for a second.
You sure you're okay?
-I'm fine. -It's just...
you won't even talk about your family.
Now you take off in the middle of the night to spend the weekend?
And with Monday coming up, which is kind of a huge deal...
Hey, everything's gonna be okay.
I will be back in time. I promise.
At least tell me where you're going.
Amy, I can't come over tonight.
Because I got work in the morning, that's why.
Okay, I miss it, my dad's gonna have my ass.
Hey, Amy, let me call you back?
Car trouble or something?
Take me home.
Sure. Get in.
So where do you live?
At the end of Breckenridge Road.
You coming from a Halloween party or something?
You know, um...
a girl like you really shouldn't be alone out here.
I'm with you.
Do you think I'm pretty?
Uh-huh.
-Will you come home with me? -Um.
Hell, yeah.
Come on. You don't live here.
I can never go home.
What? What are you talking about? Nobody even lives here.
Where do you live?
That was good.
The joke's over, okay?
You want me to leave?
Hello?
Hey. You want breakfast?
No, thanks.
So how'd you pay for that stuff? You and Dad still running credit-card scams?
Yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro-ball career.
Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards.
Yeah? And what names did you write on the application this time?
Burt Aframian and his son Hector.
-Scored two cards out of the deal. -Sounds about right.
I swear, man. You've got to update your cassette-tape collection.
-Why? -Well, for one, they're cassette tapes.
And two...
Black Sabbath? MotÃ♪rhead? Metallica?
It's the greatest hits of mullet rock.
Well, house rules, Sammy. Driver picks the music...
shotgun shuts his cake hole.
You know, "Sammy" is a chubby 12-year-old. it's Sam, okay?
Sorry, I can't hear you. The music's too loud.
Thank you.
There's no one matching Dad at the hospital or morgue. So that's something.
Check it out.
Let's go.
You guys find anything?
No! Nothing!
No sign of struggle. No footprints. No fingerprints.
-- it's spotless. it's almost too clean. - So this kid Troy...
-...- was dating your daughter? - Yeah.
-How's Amy doing? -Putting up missing posters downtown.
You fellas had another one like this just last month, didn't you?
And who are you?
Federal marshals.
You're a little young for marshals, aren't you?
Thanks. That's awfully kind of you.
You did have another one like this, correct?
That's right. About a mile up the road.
-There have been others before that. -So this victim...
you knew him?
Town like this, everybody knows everybody.
Any connection between the victims, besides that they're all men?
No, not so far as we can tell.
-- So what's the theory? - Honestly? We don't know.
Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?
Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys.
Thank you for your time.
Gentlemen.
-What was that? -Why step on my foot?
Why do you talk to the police like that?
Come on. They don't really know what's going on.
If we're gonna find Dad, we gotta get to the bottom of this thing ourselves.
Can I help you boys?
No, sir. We were just leaving.
Agent Mulder. Agent Scully.
I'll bet you that's her.
Yeah.
-- You must be Amy. - Yeah.
Troy told us. We're his uncles. I'm Dean. This is Sammy.
He never mentioned you to me.
That's Troy. We're not around much, we're up in Modesto.
So we're looking for him too...
and we're kind of asking around.
Hey, are you okay? -Yeah.
Mind if we ask you a couple questions?
I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home.
He said he would call me right back. And...
-...- he never did. - He didn't say anything...
-...out of the ordinary? -No. Nothing I can remember.
I like your necklace.
Troy gave it to me.
Mostly to scare my parents with all that devil stuff.
Actually, it means just the opposite.
A pentagram is protection against evil.
Really powerful. I mean, if you believe in that kind of thing.
Okay. Thank you, Unsolved Mysteries.
Here's the deal, ladies. The way Troy disappeared...
something's not right. So if you've heard anything....
What is it?
Well, it's just... I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk.
-What do they talk about? -What do they talk about?
It's kind of this local legend.
This one girl, she got murdered out on Centennial, like, decades ago.
Well, supposedly she's still out there.
She hitchhikes.
And whoever picks her up...
well, they disappear forever.
let me try. -Got it.
Dude.
You're such a control freak.
Angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?
-Yeah. -Maybe it's not murder.
This was 1981, "Constance Welch, 24 years old...
jumps off Sylvania Bridge. Drowns in the river."
-Does it say why she did it? -Yeah.
-What? -Before they found her, she calls 91 1.
Her two kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone...
and when she comes back, they aren't breathing.
Both die.
"'Our babies were gone, and Constance couldn't bear it'...
said husband, Joseph Welch."
That bridge look familiar to you?
So this is where Constance took the swan dive.
So you think Dad would have been here?
Well, he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him.
Okay, so now what?
We keep digging till we find him. Might take a while.
Dean. I told you. I've gotta get back by Monday...
By Monday.
-Right. The interview. -Yeah.
Yeah. I forgot.
You're really serious about this, aren't you?
You think you're just gonna become some lawyer?
-Marry your girl? -Maybe. Why not?
Does Jessica know the truth? Does she know about things you've done?
No. And she's not ever going to know.
Well, that's healthy. You can pretend all you want, Sammy.
But you're gonna have to face up to who you really are.
-Who's that? -You're one of us.
No. I'm not like you.
-This is not going to be my life. -You have a responsibility.
To Dad? And his crusade?
If it weren't for pictures, I wouldn't even know what Mom looks like.
And what difference would it make? Even if we find what killed her...
Mom's gone, and she isn't coming back.
Don't talk about her like that.
Sam.
-Where'd she go? -I don't know.
What the...?
Who's driving your car?
Go! Go!
Dean!
What?
Hey, are you all right?
I'm super.
Car all right? -Yeah. Whatever she did to it...
it seems all right now. That Constance chick, what a bitch!
Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure.
So where's the trail go from here, genius?
You smell like a toilet.
One room, please.
You guys having a reunion or something?
-What do you mean? -That other guy, Burt Aframian.
He came in and bought out a room for the whole month.
Whoa.
I don't think he's been here for a couple of days, at least.
Salt. Cat's-eye shells.
He was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in.
What do you got here?
Centennial Highway victims.
I don't get it.
They're different men, different jobs, ages, ethnicities.
There's always a connection, right?
What do these guys have in common?
-Dad figured it out. -What do you mean?
He found the same article we did.
Constance Welch. She's our Woman in White.
You sly dogs.
If we are dealing with her, Dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it.
She might have another weakness.
Dad would wanna make sure. He'd dig her up. Say where she's buried?
No. Not that I can tell.
If I were Dad, though, I'd go ask her husband. if he's still alive.
Why don't you see if you can find an address. I'm gonna clean up.
Hey, Dean?
What I said earlier, about Mom and Dad, I'm sorry...
No chick-flick moments.
All right. Jerk.
Bitch.
Hey, it's me. It's about 10:20, Saturday night...
Hey, man, I'm starving. I'm gonna grab a little something to eat at that diner.
You want anything?
-No. -Aframian's buying.
So come home soon, okay? I love you.
-What? -Dude. Five-0. Take off.
-What about you? -They kind of spotted me. Go find Dad.
-Problem, officers? -Where's your partner?
Partner? What... ? What partner?
So. Fake U.S. marshal. Fake credit cards.
You got anything that's real?
My boobs.
You have the right to remain silent.
So you wanna give us your real name?
I told you. it's Nugent. Ted Nugent.
I'm not sure you realize just how much trouble you're in here.
We talking, like, misdemeanor kind of trouble? Or "Squeal-like-a-pig" trouble?
You got the faces of 10 missing persons on your wall...
along with a whole lot of satanic mumbo jumbo.
Boy, you are officially a suspect.
That makes sense. When the first one went missing in '82, I was 3.
I know you got partners. One of them is an older guy.
Maybe he started the whole thing.
So tell me, Dean.
Is this his?
I thought that might be your name.
See, I leafed through this.
What little I could make out, I mean, it's nine kinds of crazy.
But I found this too.
Now...
you're staying right here till you tell me exactly what the hell that means.
-Hi, are you Joseph Welch? -Yeah.
Yeah. He was older, but that's him. Came by three or four days ago.
Said he was a reporter.
That's right. We're working on a story together.
Well, I don't know what kind of story you're working on.
-The questions he asked me... -About your late wife, Constance.
He asked me where she was buried.
And where is that again?
I gotta go through this twice?
It's fact-checking. if you don't mind.
In a plot behind my old place, over on Breckenridge.
Why did you move?
I'm not gonna live in the house where my children died.
Mr. Welch, did you ever marry again?
No, way. Constance, she was the love of my life.
Prettiest woman I ever known.
So you had a happy marriage?
Definitely.
Well, that should do it. Thanks for your time.
Mr. Welch, you ever hear of a Woman in White?
-A what? -A Woman in White.
Or sometimes "Weeping Woman"?
It's a ghost story. Well...
it's more of a phenomenon, really. They're spirits.
They've been sighted for hundreds of years...
dozens of places. in Hawaii, in Mexico, lately, in Arizona, indiana.
All these are different women, you understand, but all share the same story.
Boy, I don't care much for nonsense.
See, when they were alive, their husbands were unfaithful to them.
And these women, suffering from temporary insanity...
murdered their children.
Then once they realized what they had done, they took their own lives.
So now their spirits are cursed.
Walking backroads, waterways.
And if they find an unfaithful man, they kill him.
And that man is never seen again.
You think...?
You think that has something to do with...
Constance...
you smart-ass?
You tell me.
I mean, maybe...
maybe I made some mistakes.
But no matter what I did...
Constance, she never would have killed her own children.
Now you get the hell out of here.
And you don't come back.
I don't know how many times I gotta tell you, it's my high school locker combo.
We gonna do this all night long?
We just got a 911. Shots fired over at Whiteford Road.
You have to go to the bathroom?
-No. -Good.
Let's go.
Fake 911 phone call, Sammy? That's pretty illegal.
-- You're welcome. - listen, we gotta talk.
Tell me about it. So the husband was unfaithful.
We are dealing with a Woman in White. She's buried behind her house, so Dad's...
Sammy, would you shut up for a sec?
Why hasn't he destroyed the corpse yet?
Well, that's what I'm trying to tell you. He's gone.
-Dad left Jericho. -What? How do you know?
-I've got his journal. -He doesn't go anywhere without that.
-He did this time. -What's it say?
Same ex-Marine crap, to let us know where he's going.
Coordinates. Where to?
-I'm not sure. -I don't understand.
What could be so important that Dad would skip out in the middle of a job?
Dean, what the hell is going on?
Sam! Sam!
Take me home.
No.
Don't do this.
I can never go home.
You're scared to go home.
Hold me.
I'm so cold.
But you can't kill me.
I'm not unfaithful.
I've never been.
You will be.
Just hold me.
I'm taking you home.
Sam!
-Sam! -Here.
You okay?
-I think. -Can you move?
Yeah. Help me.
-There. -There you go.
You've come home to us, Mommy.
So this is where she drowned her kids.
That's why she could never go home.
She was too scared to face them.
You found her weak spot.
Nice work, Sammy.
Yeah, I wish I could say the same for you.
What were you thinking, shooting Casper in the face, you freak?
Hey. Saved your ass.
I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car...
I'll kill you.
Okay, here's where Dad went. It's called Black Water Ridge, Colorado.
Sounds charming. How far?
About 600 miles.
If we shag ass, we can make it by morning.
Dean, I....
-You're not going. -The interview's in 10 hours.
I gotta be there.
Yeah.
Yeah, whatever. I'll take you home.
You'll call me if you find him?
Maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?
Yeah, all right.
Sam?
You know, we made a hell of a team back there.
Yeah.
Jess?
You home?
No!
-Sam! -Jess!
Sam! Sam!
No! No! -We gotta get out of here!
Jess! Jess! No!
We got work to do.