TV Recap: 'Supernatural' Episode 705 - 'Shut Up, Dr. Phil'


Supernatural Episode 705

"Shut Up, Dr. Phil"

Written By: Brad Buckner & Eugenie Ross-Leming

Directed By: Phil Sgriccia

Original Airdate: 21 October 2011

In This Episode...

The boys investigate a series of seemingly impossible deaths in small-town Indiana. One woman is fried by her hairdryer; a man boils to death in his hot tub; a man is nail gunned to death. An old foreign coin is found at every crime scene. The one link between the victims is Don Stark (guest star James Marsters), a land developer and philanthropist who was working on a shopping center with all the victims. While questioning Don at his home, Sam slips off and discovers that Don's wife, Maggie (guest star Charisma Carpenter) has moved out - but left behind a box of hexing toys. Don finally admits to having had an affair with the hairdryer victim. A visit to the home that Maggie is renting yields a whole hexing closet and Maggie's next victim: Jenny, Don's assistant, who Maggie assumes is also sleeping with her husband. The boys save Jenny's life.

Don shows up as Maggie is setting up for her charity art auction. He implores her to knock off the witchery because the FBI came snooping around. Maggie identifies them as hunters and basically said that Don isn't the boss of her. The next night, when the auction is about to kick off, she grabs celebratory martinis for her and BFF Sue (who also happens to be the one to tell Maggie about Don's affair). One of the olives in Sue's martini is an eyeball. Sue freaks, and Maggie is furious. Then her paintings start to melt, and Maggie is enraged. Don is sitting out in the car, casting his spells from there. Maggie immediately recognizes this as Don's handiwork. He is getting back at her by taking away those who love her - like Sue. For Maggie, "This means war."

The Winchesters show up at the art auction with a recipe from Bobby to take out the witch. When they see Sue dead, they realize Don is also a witch and head to the Stark house. Maggie and Don are already there, having it out with each other. The boys cast their spell, but it doesn't work - their chicken feet weren't chilled. Plan B? To give them therapy. After all, if they didn't love each other, they could have killed each other by now. This gets a dialogue going between Maggie and Don, who knock back Sam and Dean with a searing brain pain whenever they try to "help." The two work it out when they realize their petty jealousies and meaningless flings are no match for the love they have shared for the last 800 years.

Dig It or Bury It?

This was a charming, light-hearted episode. I was kind of surprised that there weren't more laugh-out-loud moments. It was still a delightful episode. No matter how many years pass, or what role she is in, Charisma Carpenter will forever be Cordelia Chase to me.

Blood Brothers

This episode had what is likely the best kill in the entire series. A guy stops to take a piss at a port-a-potty at a construction site. When he comes out, he is face to nozzle with an electric nail gun, floating mid-air and running, despite not being plugged in to anything. The gun takes aim and fires dozens of nails into the guy's body, pinning him to the bathroom wall. The killing blows come in the form of two nails, one in each eye. You don't see this - it is represented by two nails coming out the back of the stall, about eye height and width, and dripping with blood.

Sibling Rivalry

Inspired by Don and Maggie's progress with "therapy," Sam tries once again to find out what is bothering his brother. Dean steadfastly refuses any answers, insisting that everything is always weighing on him. It's not one thing in specific, and it is nothing that Sam can fix with a few pretty words. "The Lindberg baby - that's on me. Unemployment? My bad!"


It's attack of the clones next week. Interestingly, the preview for the next episode was done grindhouse-style: grimy film grain, burns in the film, a scratchy soundtrack, and a cheesy announcer VO. Yet something tells me the episode won't actually be grindhouse-style; this is just a promotional gimmick.