Some asshat pops out of my closet
asking about my dad.
Henry Winchester.
That's our grandfather.
My father and his father before him
were both Men of Letters,
as John and you two should have been.
Our father taught us how to be hunters.
Okay, what's that? I wish I knew.
I'm beginning to gather
I don't make it back from this time, do I?
In the box is the key to every object,
scroll, spell ever collected for thousands of years
under one roof.
Take it to these coordinates.
What are the chances that place is still standing?
A chance we've got to take, I guess.
Heil Hitler.
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When's the last time somebody was in this place?
65, 70 years ago.
Son of a bitch.
Look at this.
Ham radio, telegraph, switchboard.
This was their nerve center.
Henry did say that they ran dispatch
on their own team of hunters.
Wow.
Halfway through their coffee and a game of chess ...
looks like whoever was manning the hub left quick.
On the alarm call that ended the Men of Letters.
Son of a bitch.
Sammy, I think we found the Bat Cave.
Morning.
The, uh, water pressure
in the letters' shower room is marvelous.
Yeah. I still can't figure out how we even have water...
or electricity.
Yep, well, I am putting that under the "ain't broke" column.
Listen, little brother,
let's not go all geek on this stuff, okay?
"Geek"?
Yeah.
Yeah, I mean, don't ... don't get me wrong.
This stuff is awesome,
and it looks like they ran a real tight outfit here,
but I'm just saying, you know, don't, uh,
don't think that they knew some big secrets that we don't know.
Dean...
They were a secret society.
Which means that they made crap up
and wore fezzes and sashes and swung around scimitars.
They probably didn't even sharp...
That's very sharp.
Dean, look, I think we might have something here ...
something that could help us, help humanity.
Henry certainly thought so.
I mean, you know damn well we could use a break.
What if we finally got one?
Are you gonna take off the dead-guy robe?
Well, well...
It's so late.
I didn't expect you in at all.
Three times I had to transfer the bus lines
to lose him today.
Right ... your sinister friend.
You don't believe me I'm being followed.
Nobody ever does.
So, yes, I would like to see, uh, manuscript FD113
from the Holtzinger estate.
Oh, my.
You're going to catalogue that whole collection for us,
aren't you?
If I have to.
Thank you.
Gottenyu.
This book ... we need to protect it.
This thing they put on me ... he's too close!
I can't take this ledger with me!
Of course you can't.
It's part of the special reference section,
where it will be perfectly safe.
Oh. Oh. Oh.
I still have 10 minutes, yes?
Eight minutes...
before all materials must be returned to the main desk.
Please leave a message at the tone.
Now, listen to me carefully.
I got no time left.
I found it! I found it!
When you ... when you follow me here,
you're gonna need this number here ...
Q...
Why so shy? Come in!
Come in out of the cold!
You'll have a cup of coffee
with ... with your old enemy.
You Nazi piece of rubbish!
You Nazi pig!
Hey!
So... How's Kevin doing?
You know.
He's okay, I guess.
In his corner, hacking out his "Da Vinci code"
nothing actionable yet.
Garth says hi, by the way.
Anything from Cass?
No. Not ... not a peep. Why? You?
No, he's, uh ... he's not answering.
Right.
Well, uh, so I have been trying to chart out
the Letters' network of hunters, their allies,
uh, affiliated groups they worked with, kept files on.
Circa 1958?
Yeah. True.
Uh, most are dead or defunct, but others ... I'm not so sure,
and this one...
you should definitely check out.
The Judah Initiative?
European team ...
they were active during World War II.
Really? Hunters fighting in a war ... that's cool.
Not exactly hunters, n-n-not exactly fighting,
but, uh... Rabbis.
Rabbis?
Really?
The Letters' file on them is sketchy,
but, apparently, they were hard-core saboteurs.
So, I ran a search
on the initiative's entire roster,
and I got a hit ... one rabbi Isaac Bass.
He was 17 years old when he joined the Initiative
and 85 years old when he died...
two weeks ago.
In a college town back east, he was capped.
"Capped"?
Yeah.
He was there doing research,
and according to eyewitnesses, he spontaneously combusted.
So...
this is a case?
I just got back.
So you... worked with the late Rabbi Bass?
I was a research associate of Rabbi Bass, yes.
I'm trying to complete his last paper for publication.
I'd just like to review what he was after here.
Well, that would be quite a lot of material.
He was here open to close for almost a week.
Wow.
Um, how about just the stuff he was looking at...
you know, the day he, uh...
caught fire?
Does shorten the list a bit.
He was a really nice old kook,
really nice.
Kook? How so?
You know, he'd talk a lot
to us, to himself, to anyone who'd listen.
He was always talking about this secret war
that nobody knew was going on.
Conspiracy stuff ... he was obsessed with Nazis.
But he said they were "Special Nazis," you know...
Necromancers.
Necromancers?
Yeah, like from that world of whatever-craft
that my little brother is always playing.
Nazi... Necromancers.
It's sad, isn't it ...
that old people have to go so crazy?
I know. It is sad.
Hmm.
You, um...
I'm sorry.
You, uh, you both saw the accident?
I can still hear his screams.
It was like the fire was alive,
like ... like it was attacking him.
It was like watching the most awful movie
of the most terrible thing you could possibly see.
It was like that.
Yeah.
Special Agent Bolan.
Oh, really?
Wow.
I thought you were like a headhunter or something.
This is the second, maybe third time
I'm seeing you today?
Why you following me, Gingerbread?
Oh, so we um...
we didn't have a thing back there, huh?
Back where? W-what, now?
I'm sorry, man. I-I thought
I thought we had a thing back at the quad, you know ...
a little "eye magic" moment,
and I saw you here and I figured I'd wait
until you were done with your meeting
and then maybe we might, uh...
Yeah. Uh, okay, but no ...
uh, no moment.
This is a... federal investigation.
Is that supposed to make you less interesting?
No. I-I'm sorry, man.
I hope ... I hope I didn't freak you out or anything.
No. No. I-I'm n-not freaked out.
It's just a, you know... a federal thing.
It's, uh...
Okay, citizen.
As you were.
You have a good night.
You ... you...
have a ... okay.
- Yeah. - Hey.
So I, uh, looked into the rabbi's research.
It doesn't make a lot of sense ...
um...
bird watching.
Huh.
Well, uh, the two very hot co-captains
of the women's volleyball team
agree that the rabbi's death was very unnatural.
I think we still got a case.
That would explain why I have something stuck to my shoe.
You being followed?
Yeah, I think so. That's weird.
I thought I was being followed earlier.
Turned out to be a gay thing.
What?
Nothing. You need a hand?
Yes, please.
Got someplace quiet?
Visitors parking ...
the boonies.
I'll park in the back. 30 minutes.
Hey, pal.
Dean?
Stop.
Oh, my spleen.
What... the hell... is that?
He's a Golem.
Well, he's my Golem.
Right.
The rabbi who was murdered, Isaac Bass,
he was my grandfather. That's why we're here.
When you guys started to follow up on his case,
we started following you.
So, wait.
What you're saying is that you and me ...
we, uh, didn't have a moment?
No, man. I was tailing you.
Told you I was being followed.
He was my gay thing.
That was really good. You really had me there.
That's very smooth.
Yeah, well, smooth is just about all I got.
What?
Yeah, that's right. Keep walking...
you chia pet.
So, that's a Golem?
Yes...
Shaped from Clay and brought to life by rabbis
to protect the Jewish people in times of ...
I don't know ... general crappiness.
And he's yours?
Hardly.
My grandfather left him to me.
I'm the last surviving descendant
of the members of this... thing, this... Initiative.
The Judah Initiative? Right, and he ...
Who?
Whoa.
Who are they to know about the men of Judah?
It's okay.
It's all right.
We are the good guys.
Yeah.
W-we're hunters, uh ... Sam and Dean Winchester.
We know about The Judah Initiative
because our grandfather was a man of Letters.
Yes.
The rabbis knew the Men of Letters.
Thank you. Thanks.
Take a seat.
So... your grandfather
was into all this supernatural stuff, too?
Yeah, grandparents, mom, dad, truckload of cousins ...
the whole family was lousy for it,
but we... never had a Golem.
Right. Yeah. We, um, we grew up in it,
but you... didn't?
My grandfather's adventures,
the Initiative, the Golem, the war ...
they were the stories that he told me when I was a kid.
I thought it was make-believe.
So did my parents ...
you know, fantasies to help him cope
with all the horrible stuff he'd seen,
but every once in a while, crazy old grandpa Bass
would come back by on one of his trips,
hand me a $20 savings bond,
and say, "one day, you'll inherit the mantle."
Sure enough, a few days after he died,
this big box shows up at my apartment.
Because when I opened that box,
this big, naked, potato-faced lunatic
wakes up and goes crazy!
I didn't... go crazy.
You trashed my entertainment center!
And my water bed.
This boy knows nothing, observes none of the mitzvahs,
labors on sabbath, dines on swine.
Everybody loves bacon!
He's no rabbi.
Yifalchunbee!
Don't start with that stuff again.
Yifalchunbee!
Enough! Please!
Quiet time!
All right. What was that? What was he saying?
It's Hebrew for something like "take charge,"
but I have no idea what he means.
Look, I grew up in Short Hills.
I cheated my way through Hebrew school.
I never really listened to my grandfather,
what he was saying.
So, wait ... he just sends you this ... this Golem
and expects you to work it out?
He didn't get much chance to prepare me, I guess.
My parents ...
they did everything they could to prevent him
from screwing me up with all his crazy talk.
See, after the war,
my grandfather spent the rest of his life
trying to track down something he called the Thule Society.
The Thule Society. Right. They were Nazis.
Nazi Necromancers.
N-necro-who?
Uh, Necromancer ... uh, witches, sorcerers,
dark magic, mostly with dead people.
Okay.
All I know about the Thule
is that they were this twisted, secret fraternity,
hell-bent on world domination,
that sponsored the early days of the Nazi Party.
My grandfather said
The Judah Initiative was started to fight them.
And the Thule murdered your grandfather, boy.
Find them so I can do my work!
Hey! Hey!
We're renting here!
Renting.
Look...
I think my Golem's right.
My grandfather ...
he left me this message on my machine the day he died,
and he said that he had found something
that the Thule were willing to kill him for.
He said he was hiding it here in plain sight.
He left me this weird ... I don't know ... equation.
It's not a phone number or an address or coordinates ...
Q-L-6-7-3-W-3-8?
Is it a combination?
Oh, it's a call number.
Library of Congress ... their filing system.
They use it in college libraries.
Uh, Q-L-6-7-3 ... that...
That's sciences.
Uh...
Birds, I'm guessing.
Let's go.
What, do you two just break in wherever you go?
Yeah, well, our dad wanted us
to have a solid career to fall back on,
just in case this hunter thing didn't pan out.
Okay, so if I'm right, then I think your grandfather
switched manuscript FD113 out of the archives.
I'll be right back.
I owe you thanks.
The rabbi got me this far,
but you... took me all the way.
Now, give me the ledger.
Help!
N-necromancer!
Stay here!
Crap.
Aah!
Aah.
Crap!
Hey, big guy,
they're both gonna die unless we get whoever cast the spell.
Come on. Come on.
Long live...
the Thule.
Or not.
Oh... man.
The Men of Letters healed you.
They saved your life.
What are they doing?
Burying the necromancer.
That's like a bag of Legos.
The Golem destroyed this guy.
Yeah.
So, uh... Thule Society necromancers aside,
what's our contingency plan on that?
You mean how do we "oh, no!" Mr. Bill over there?
I mean, I'd like to think we could if we had to.
Unless you think Aaron can get a handle on him.
Oh, my God. These guys are psychopaths.
What'd you find out?
I think it's a log-book from a Nazi compound in Belarus.
It was run by the Thule.
This is the red ledger.
It was lost in the fire that destroyed the compound,
but my grandfather was convinced it had been found after the war.
Well, it describes the horrible experiments
performed on the camp's population...
magical experiments.
More horrible than words.
You were there, weren't you?
At the camp?
I was made in the ghetto of Vitsyebsk
to tear that hell down.
I broke its walls, its men.
The commandant burnt the place to ash around me.
Okay, um, w-what does it mean
when ... when you tell Aaron to take charge?
The boy would know...
if he could consult the pages.
Pages? W-what pages?
When I was ... when I was bar mitzvahed,
my ... my grandfather gave me this little old book.
It was in Hebrew.
It was like an owner's manual for a Golem.
Okay. Great. Get that, then.
I I can't... exactly.
When I went to high school, I sort of... drifted.
I started getting off the academic track,
and, uh, I kind of...
I kind of smoked it.
The boy smoked the pages.
They were these thin, vellum-y pages.
I mean, it was perfect for rollling.
Look, they were driving instructions
for a clay man.
Okay? It was nonsense.
Right? I mean...
I...
Okay. All right. Look, I'm sorry, okay?
Why can't you just tell me what I don't know?
It's not my place to guide the rabbi,
to teach the teacher!
It's not my place!
Yifalchunbee!
That's not super-comforting, got to say.
So as far as I can tell, these experiments ...
the Thule were murdering Jews, gypsies ...
just about anybody and everybody ...
then trying to magically reanimate them.
They were trying to figure out a way
to bring their own dead back to life...
Which I'm guessing they figured out
because ... this.
This last page...
is a roster of every dead Thule member
who was reanimated.
This is why they killed my grandfather?
Anything in there on how to kill it?
Apparently, they experimented with that, too.
Um ...
headshot...
But if you don't burn the body within 12 hours,
it reanimates again.
Nazi bastards.
The security camera's
hard drives have all been wiped.
Are you sure he's been murdered?
Torvald was killed here,
but not by a man.
I'd know more, but his ghost was forced to depart
before it could tell me.
They knew enough to burn his remains.
Blood?
Clay.
Torvald kills the Initiative's last rabbi,
and now the Golem of Vitsyebsk kills him.
No, no, Garth, not a tool society ...
"Thule" ... T-H-U-L-E.
Yeah.
All right. Call me if you find anything.
All of Garth's contacts are stumped.
Nobody on the circuit's ever even heard
of "the Thule Society"
whoever these people are,
they've been flying beneath the hunter radar.
Anything?
Nothing solid.
I mean, the lore is all over the place.
Uh, according to one legend, um, it can be shut down
if you erase one of the letters off its forehead.
I didn't see any letters on clayface. Exactly.
So, side-burner that. Another one ...
"some have a scroll in their mouth you're supposed to rip out."
Wouldn't that give him some sort of a lisp or something?
Well, classically, they're not even supposed to speak.
We do know that he took on an entire camp
full of heavily armed German soldiers
and Thule necromancers and won.
One badass hummel figurine.
That we have no idea how to put back in the box.
Great.
So, that's your plan ...
taking out my Golem?
It's not a plan.
We would just feel a lot better if we knew how. That's all.
What makes you think you have any right to make that decision?
Believe me,
if we need the right, we will take it.
Look, he may be a pain in the ass,
but he's my responsibility.
Look, the Golem was built to go to war.
You're not trained for that.
Now, how are you gonna take that on?
I don't know.
Enough!
There you are, you grim piece of work,
after all these years.
Eckhart.
I command you by the covenant of your makers ...
clay of Adam, surrender your bond unto me.
So, you are the Golem's rabbi?
You woke him...
but you didn't take possession of him.
You write your name on the scroll, boy.
That's how you... Yifalchunbee.
I didn't know what he meant.
Knowledge is power, isn't it?
Now, which of you is going to tell me
where I can find a certain red ledger?
How about you screw yourself, Nazi bastard?
Can we...
Could we put the Nazi thing aside for the moment
and just talk about this like ...
Nazi necromancer dicks? Pass.
So I take it you're the commandant?
The one that authorized all those experiments?
Invented...
Those experiments. Thank you.
So, what about you?
I mean, you're not...
undead.
So what did you do?
You cast a "forever 21" spell on yourself,
like your little friend at the library?
His name was torvald.
And you will suffer for that.
You know, I got to say, spell or no spell,
he broke easy,
so...
I'm sorry. "So.."
Let me tell you what I see.
A magic Jew at my feet, not a master in sight,
and, finally, our secrets secret once again.
Which reminds me of a story.
"A Jew, two gentiles, and a Golem walk into a bar"
and it doesn't end with them coming out.
Fools!
You can kill me.
But you will never kill all the thule.
Well, that's a start.
You okay?
Yeah.
Well, now we know ...
paper beats Golem,
fire beats undead Nazi zombie freaks.
So...
What do you say, Aaron?
I mean, we got a place we can keep him.
No.
I mean...
Eckhart might be dead, but you heard him.
The thule are still out there...
hidden, active.
That's my grandfather.
He left me something important.
Something only I can do.
It looks like I'm The Judah Initiative now.
Yifalchunbee.
B-but I thought I did.
Yes.
What're you doing?
Ordering ...
I'm making a card entry for our, uh, copies
from the Thule's Red Ledger for our collection.
So, uh, what?
Aaron's a J.I., and...
you're a man of Letters now? Is that it?
Good.
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