Supernatural s03e03 Episode Script

Bad Day at Black Rock

Look, Dad's gone now.
We have to carry out his legacy.
And that means hunting down as many evil sons of bitches as we can.
Did I die? Did you sell your soul for me? How long do you get? - One year.
- You shouldn't have done that.
Guess I gotta save your ass for a change.
What blade can kill a demon? I said there was no such thing.
Who was that masked chick? Ever run across Gordon Walker? He is dangerous to everyone and everything around.
This demon tells me they have soldiers to fight in this coming war.
Humans fighting on hell's side.
I know about Sam's visions.
I know everything.
- And your brother is fair game.
- Aah! Gordon should be reaching for the soap for years.
Tell me who you are! - You're a demon.
- I'm here because I wanna help you.
- What could you possibly? - I could help you save your brother.
Lift your arms.
It's true.
A Devil's Gate was opened in Wyoming.
Saint Helena's big.
There's no solid fix on how many demons got out.
But it's in the hundreds.
An army.
Sam Winchester was there, wasn't he? Talked to a guy who knows a guy who knows Bobby Singer and yeah.
Looks like the Winchesters were at ground zero when the gate was popped.
But Singer said they went in there to stop it.
Bobby's edge ain't what it used to be.
Sam could have him believing anything.
Listen, Gordon, as far as talk goes, Sam Winchester checks out.
- He's a hunter, that's all.
- That's all? Kubrick I'm not even sure he's human.
Think I'm crazy? I told you there was a war coming six months ago.
Take a look around.
It's here.
Now I'm telling you this boy is a part of it.
Track him down, Kubrick.
You'll come to see it too.
Sam Winchester must die.
Because demon, that's why.
Because the second you find out Ruby is a demon you go for the holy water.
Don't chat.
- No one was chatting, Dean.
Why didn't you send her ass back to hell? Because Because she said she might be able to help us out.
How? No, really, Sam, how? How could she possibly help us? She told me she could help you, okay? Help you out of the Crossroads deal.
What is wrong with you, huh? She's lying.
You gotta know that, don't you? She knows what your weakness is.
It's me.
What else did she say? - Dude? - Nothing.
Nothing, okay? Look, I'm not an idiot, Dean.
I'm not talking about trusting her.
I'm talking about using her.
I mean, we're at war, right? We don't know jack about the enemy.
We don't know where they are, what they're doing, what they want.
Now, this Ruby girl knows more than we will ever find out on our own.
Now, yes, it's a risk, I know that, but we need to take it.
- You're okay, right? Feeling okay? - Yes, I'm fine.
Why are you always asking me? It's not mine.
- Check the compartment.
It's Dad's.
- Dad's? Yes.
I keep it charged up in case any of his old contacts call.
Hello? Yes, this is Edgar Cayce.
No, no, no.
Don't call the police.
I'll handle this myself.
You know, can you just, uh? Can you just lock it back up for me? Great.
Uh, I I don't have my book in front of me.
Do you? Do you have the address so I? Sure.
Go ahead.
Thanks a lot.
Dad kept a container at a storage place? - What? - Outside of Buffalo? - No way.
- Yeah.
And someone just broke into it.
So you got no hard evidence on this Winchester guy? You're just working off Gordon's instincts.
- You ever hunt with Gordon? - No.
I heard he's good.
Good? Ha, ha.
He's the best.
Saved my ass more times than I can count.
So if he says Sam Winchester is dangerous, I believe him.
He's gonna be covering his tracks.
Won't be easy to find.
Last I got, puts him in Nebraska three weeks back.
- Not exactly a fresh lead.
- He ain't invisible, Creedy.
Some hunter out there knows something.
So we start calling our contacts.
All we need is one break.
Don't play with my Jesus.
What? Just Dad.
You know, him and his secrets.
Spend all this time with the guy, we barely even know the man.
Well, we're about to learn something.
No demons allowed.
Check this out.
Whoever broke in here got tagged.
Dear old Dad.
I got two sets of boot treads here.
Looks like it was a two-man job.
And our friend with the buckshot in him, looks like he kept walking.
So, what's the deal? Dad would do work here or something? Living the high life, as usual.
No way.
That's my division championship soccer trophy.
I can't believe he kept this.
Probably the closest you ever came to being a boy.
Oh, wow.
It's my first sawed-off.
I made it myself.
Sixth grade.
Holy crap.
Look at this, he had land mines.
Which they didn't take.
Or the guns.
I guess they knew what they were after, huh? Hey, Dean, check this out.
See these symbols? That's binding magic.
These are curse boxes.
Curse boxes.
Supposed to keep the evil mojo in like the Pandora deal.
They're built to contain the power of the cursed object.
Dad's journal did mention a whole bunch of stuff, you know? Dangerous hexed items, fetishes.
He never did say where they ended up.
Well, this must be his toxic-waste dump.
One box is missing.
Well, maybe they didn't open it.
Come on, man.
Let's open it.
- Shut up about the damn box! Do you see what's happening here? I'm literally bleeding to death.
- Uh, I'm gonna open it.
- Grossman.
What if this is really worth something? What, we should just hand it over to her? Hey, we took all the risk.
Hell, Wayne, you got shot.
And all for a lousy few hundred bucks.
Now, we could make more selling whatever it is ourselves.
Huh? Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me? It's a rabbit's foot.
It's a rabbit's foot, Grossman! I'm gonna die for a damn rabbit's foot.
Oh, great.
Now what? Oh.
Hey, Foster.
Hey, listen, not to be a drag or nothing, but it's 6:00 in the morning.
- Can't you keep it down? - We got a situation here is all.
- What the hell happened to you? - Shotgun happened to me.
- Hey, Grossman.
- Yeah.
Under my sink, there's a medical kit.
And get some water boiling.
I used to be an Army medic, you know, in Nam.
So I guess this is your lucky day.
Last three digits: 880.
That's it.
Should've blacked out their plates before they parked in front of the camera.
Four kings.
- You see that? - Unbelievable.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Deal it up again.
King of hearts? Ace of hearts.
Royal flush.
Grossman, that's the second royal flush in eight hands.
Yeah, this is a lot of fun.
I can't lose.
I mean, really, I I can't lose.
Maybe this thing really works.
You know what I'm saying? I'll tell you one thing, no way we're handing it over to that stuck-up bitch now.
Not after all we've been through.
Let's get out of here.
Let's go have some fun.
Freeze! Freeze! Nobody move! - Don't move.
- Don't move! What is this? - Stop! All right, give us the box.
- And please tell me that you didn't - Oh, they did.
You opened it? Unh! Are you guys cops, huh? - Are you guys cops? - What was in the box? Oh, is that it, huh? It was, wasn't it? - What is that thing? - Aah! Sorry.
Aah! Dean.
I got it.
No, you don't.
Damn! Sam! That was a lucky break.
That a rabbit's foot? I think it is.
I'm not finding anything on it in Dad's journal.
- Dean, come on.
- What? Hey, that was my gun he was aiming at your head.
My gun don't jam, so that was a lucky break.
Not to mention them taking themselves out, also a lucky break.
Scratch one.
Come on, Sam.
Scratch and win.
Dean, it's gotta be cursed somehow.
Otherwise Dad wouldn't have locked it up.
Twelve hundred dollars.
You just won $ 1200.
Ha-ha-ha! Whoo! I don't know, man.
Doesn't seem that cursed to me.
Grossman, get up.
Grossman, get up.
- Hey.
- Mm.
Grossman? Grossman.
Oh, man.
- Now, look, Bobby, we didn't know.
You touched it? Damn it, Sam.
Well, Dad never told us about this thing.
I mean, you knew about his storage in Black Rock? His lockup? Yeah, I knew.
Hell, I built those curse boxes for him.
Listen, you have got a serious problem.
That rabbit's foot ain't no dime-store notion.
- It's real Hoodoo.
Old World stuff.
- Awesome.
Made by a Baton Rouge conjure woman about a hundred years ago.
It's a hell of a luck charm.
It's not a luck charm.
It's a curse.
She made it to kill people, Sam.
See, you touch it, you own it.
You own it, sure, you get a run of good luck to beat the devil.
But you lose it, that luck turns.
It turns so bad that you're dead inside a week.
- Well, so I won't lose it, Bobby.
- Everybody loses it.
Well, then how do we break the curse? I don't know if you can.
Let me look through my library and make some calls.
Just sit tight.
Dude, we're up 15 grand.
Don't worry.
Bobby will find a way to break it.
Until then, I say we hit Vegas, pull a Rain Man.
You can be Rain Man.
Look, we lay low until Bobby calls back, okay? Hi, uh, table for two, please? Congratulations! - Exciting, I know.
- You are the one millionth guest of the Biggerson's Restaurant family! Congratulations.
You hear anything, you give me a call.
Well, that clears my book.
The word's out.
Now we wait.
Now we eat.
Good idea.
What do you like? I got canned everything.
No, man.
Not eating in the RV.
Look, I know a good place.
Wide menu, good service, homey atmosphere.
Garlic knots.
Menu's on their website.
Bobby's right.
This lore goes way back.
Pure Hoodoo.
You can't just cut one off any rabbit.
It has to be in a cemetery, under a full moon, on a Friday the 13th.
I say from now on we only go to places with Biggerson's.
Can I freshen you up? Yeah.
Yeah, sure.
- Oh.
- Oh.
- Let me wipe up.
- Uh, no worries.
That's okay.
- I got it.
Uh - It's no trouble, really.
- Okay.
- Sorry about that.
- It's all right.
Dude, if you were ever gonna get lucky.
Shut up.
Oh, jeez.
How was that good? Son of a bitch.
Come on.
Whoa! Wow, you suck.
So, what, now your luck turns bad? I guess.
Wonder how bad.
Looks good.
I like that, when they drop the whole onion in the fryer.
Nearest location You seeing that? Yes, I am.
Oh, man.
What do you want? Heard about your friend.
That's bad luck.
Piss off.
We know someone hired you to steal the rabbit's foot.
- A woman.
- Oh, yeah? - How do you know that? - Because she just stole it back from us.
Listen, man, this is serio - Sam, are you okay? Yeah, I'm good.
I want you to tell us her name.
Screw you.
It wasn't a freak accident that killed your partner.
- What? - It was the rabbit's foot.
You're crazy, man.
You know I'm not.
You saw what happened, what it did.
All the flukes, all the luck.
When you lose the foot, that luck goes sour.
That's what killed your friend.
And my brother here is next.
And who knows how many more innocent people after that.
If you don't help us stop this thing, that puts those deaths on your head.
Now, I can read people.
And I get it.
You're a thief and a scumbag.
That's fine.
But you're not a killer.
Are you? No one saw which way they went.
And their meal was free so there's no credit-card trail.
Don't worry, we'll find him.
What makes you so sure? Because there's a higher power at work here.
I know it now.
- Hello? Dean, great news.
Wasn't easy, but I found a heavyweight cleansing ritual that should do the trick.
Bobby, that's, uh, great.
Except Sam, uh - Sam lost the foot.
- He what? Bobby, listen.
This, uh This hot chick stole it from him.
I'm serious.
She was in her mid 20s.
And she was sharp, you know? Good enough with the con to play us.
She only gave the guy she hired a name, probably an alias or something.
Luigi or something.
- Lugosi.
- Lugosi.
Lugosi? Lugos Oh, crap.
It's probably Bela.
Bela Lugosi? That's cute.
Bela Talbot's her real name.
- Crossed paths with her once or twice.
- She knew about the rabbit's foot.
- Is she a hunter? - Pretty far from a hunter.
But she knows her way around the territory.
She's been out of the country.
Last I heard she was in the Middle East.
I guess she's back.
Which means seriously bad luck for you.
- Great.
- But if it is Bela at least I might know folks who know where to find her.
Thanks, Bobby.
Just look out for your brother, you idiot.
- What? - I lost my shoe.
All right, Bobby, thanks.
Hey, we owe you another one.
Bobby's got it on pretty good authority that this Bela chick lives in Queens.
So it'll take me about two hours to get there.
- What are we doing then? - You, my brother, are staying here because I don't want your bad luck getting us killed.
What am I even supposed to do, Dean? Nothing.
Come here.
I don't want you doing anything.
I want you to sit right here and don't move, okay? Don't turn on the light.
Don't turn off the light.
Don't even scratch your nose.
Because you shook on 1.
Well, maybe I should just take it somewhere else.
Don't threaten me, Luke.
Despite your reputation, you don't scare me.
Well, I'm glad you see it that way.
I'll see you at the airstrip in an hour.
You left without your tip.
Oh, come on.
I didn't I wasn't Aah! You're gonna give it back.
Ha, ha.
No, I'm not.
- Yeah, we'll see.
Bela, right? - That's right, Dean.
You know the thing's cursed, don't you? You'd be surprised what some people would pay for that.
- Really? - There's a lucrative market out there.
A lot of money to be made.
You hunters with all those amulets and talismans you use to stop those big, bad monsters.
Any one of them could put your children's children through college.
So you know the truth about what's really going on out there and this is what you decide to do? You become a thief? I procure unique items for a select clientele.
- Yeah.
A thief.
- No.
A great thief.
Oh, he's awake.
Back with us, eh? Uh, we didn't even have to touch you.
You just went all spastic and knocked yourself out.
It was like watching Jerry Lewis ride a stacked chair.
Who are you? What do you wa? I used to think your friend Gordon sent me.
- Gordon? Oh, come on.
Because he asked me to track you down and put a bullet in your brain.
That sounds like him.
But as it turns out I'm on a mission from God.
Look, Bela, my brother, he touched the foot.
And when you took it from him, his luck went from I know how it works.
You know he's gonna die unless we can destroy it.
You can have the foot.
For 1.
5 million.
I'll just call my banker.
How did you even find the damn thing? Stuck in the back of some storage place, middle of nowhere? I just asked a few of the ghosts of the people it had killed.
They were very attuned into its location.
So you're only out for yourself, huh? It's all about number one? Being a hunter is so much more noble? Bunch of obsessed, revenge-driven sociopaths trying to save a world that can't be saved? Well, aren't you a glass half full? We're all going to hell, Dean.
Might as well enjoy the ride.
I actually agree with you there.
Anyhoo, this has been charming, but, uh, look at the time.
Oh, and this? You're not the only one with sticky fingers.
If it's any consolation, I think you're a truly awful person.
See you.
You were part of that demon plan to open the gate.
- We did everything we could to stop it.
- Lie, lie, lie.
You were in on it.
You know what their next move is, don't you? No, I don't, okay? You're wrong about all of this.
Where are they gonna hit us next? Where? Gordon told me about you, Sam.
About your powers.
You're some kind of weirdo, psychic freak.
No, not anymore.
I have no powers, no visions.
- Nothing.
It's just - Lie.
Now, no more lies.
There's an army of demons out there, pushing at a world already on the brink.
We're on deck for the end game here, right? So maybe, just maybe, you can understand why we can't take chances.
- Whoa, okay.
- Okay, hold on a minute.
- Kubrick No.
You saw what happened, Creedy.
Ask yourself, why are we here? Because you saw a picture on the web? Because we chose this motel instead of another? Luck like that doesn't just happen.
- Look, I can explain all of that if - Shut up.
It's God, Creedy.
He led us here for one reason.
To do his work.
- This is destiny.
No destiny.
Just a rabbit's foot.
Put the gun down, son or you're gonna be scraping brain off the wall.
Oh, this thing? Yeah, that thing.
But you see, there's something about me that you don't know.
Yeah, what would that be? It's my lucky day.
Ha! Oh, my God.
Did you see that shot? I'm amazing.
I'm Batman.
You're Batman.
All right.
Bone ash.
Cayenne pepper.
That should do it.
- One second.
- Dean Hey, back off, jinx.
Bringing home the bacon.
All right.
Say goodbye, rascally rabbit.
I think you'll find that belongs to me.
Or, you know, whatever.
Put the foot down, honey.
You're not gonna shoot anybody.
See, I happen to be able to read people.
Okay, you're a thief, fine, but you're not - Son of a - Back off, tiger.
Back off.
You make one more move and I'll pull the trigger.
You've got the luck, Dean.
You I can't hit.
But your brother? Him I can't miss.
What the hell is wrong with you? You don't just go around shooting people.
It's a shoulder hit.
I can aim.
Besides, who here hasn't shot a few people? Put the rabbit's foot on the ground now.
All right.
All right.
Just take it easy.
Think fast.
Now, what do you say we destroy that ugly-ass piece of dead thing? Thanks very much.
I'm out one-and-a-half million and on the bad side of a powerful, psychotic buyer.
Wow, I really don't feel bad about that.
- Sam? - Nope.
Not even a little.
Maybe next time, I'll hang you out to dry.
Oh, don't go away angry.
Just go away.
Have a nice night, boys.
- You good? - I'll live.
I guess we're back to normal now, huh? No good luck, no bad luck.
Forgot, we're up $46,000.
I almost forgot about the scratch tickets.
Son of a bitch! You were right about everything.
Sam Winchester is more than a monster.
He's the adversary.
And what was it that convinced you? God led me to him.
And his will is clear.
That's great.
Glad to have you onboard.
But, uh, first things first.
We gotta get me the hell out of here.
Because like I told you before Sam Winchester must die.