"Bad Day at Black Rock"
Original Airdate: October 18, 2007
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DEAN: Because demon, okay, that's why. The second you find out this Ruby chick is a demon, you go for the holy water, you don't chat!
SAM: No one was chatting, Dean.
DEAN: Oh yeah? Then why didn't you send her ass back to hell?
SAM: Because - because she said she might be able to help us out.
DEAN: How? No Sam, really. How could she possibly help us out?
SAM: She said she could help you, okay? Help you out of the crossroads deal.
DEAN: 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...
SAM: 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? And we don't know jack about the enemy, we don't know where they are, we don't know what they're doing. I mean, hell, we don't even know 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.
DEAN: You're okay, right? I mean, you're feeling okay -
SAM: Yeah, I'm fine. Why are you always asking me that? It's not mine.
DEAN: Nope. Check the glove compartment. It's Dad's.
SAM: SAM: Dad's?
DEAN: Yes. I keep it charged up in case any of his old contacts call.
Hello? Yes, this is Edgar Casey. No, no, don't call the police. I'll handle this myself. Thanks. Y'know, can you just, uh, lock that back up for me? Great. I, uh, I don't have my book in front of me. Do you have the address so I can - sure. OK. Go ahead. Right. Thanks a lot. Dad ever tell you he kept a container at a storage place?
DEAN: What?
SAM: Outside of Buffalo?
DEAN: No way.
SAM: Yeah, and someone just broke into it.
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DEAN: Man.
SAM: What?
DEAN: Just Dad, y'know, him and his secrets. I spent all my time with the guy and it's like I barely even knew the man.
SAM: Well, we're about to learn something. No demons allowed.
DEAN: Blood. Check this out.
SAM: Whoever broke in here got attacked.
DEAN: Dear old Dad. Two sets of boot tracks here, looks like it was a two man job. And our friend with the buckshot in him looks like he kept walking.
SAM: So what's the deal? Dad would do work here or something?
DEAN: Living the high life, as usual. 1995.
SAM: No way. That's my division championship soccer trophy. I can't believe he kept this.
DEAN: About the closest you ever came to being a boy. Oh, wow. It's my first sawed-off. I made it myself. 6th grade. Holy crap. Look at this, he had landmines. Which they didn't take. Or the guns. I guess they knew what they were after, huh?
SAM: Hey Dean, check this out. See these symbols? That's binding magic. These are curse boxes.
DEAN: Curse boxes...that's supposed to keep the evil mojo in, right? Kinda like the Pandora deal?
SAM: Yeah, they're built to contain the power of the cursed object.
DEAN: Dad's journal did mention a bunch of stuff, y'know, dangerous hexed items, fetishes, he never did say where they ended up.
SAM: Yeah, well this must be his toxic waste dump. One box is missing. Great.
DEAN: Well, maybe they didn't open it.
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DEAN: Sam! Well, that's a lucky break. Is that a rabbit's foot?
SAM: I think it is.
DEAN: Huh.
SAM: I'm not finding anything on it in Dad's journal. Dean, c'mon.
DEAN: What? That was my gun he was aiming at your head, and my gun don't jam, so that was a lucky break. Not to mention them taking themselves out, which was also a lucky break. Here. Scratch one. C'mon Sam, scratch and win!
SAM: Dean, it's gotta be cursed somehow. Otherwise Dad wouldn't'a locked it up.
DEAN: Twelve hundred dollars. You just won twelve hundred dollars. Whoo! I don't know man, it doesn't seem that cursed to me.
SAM: Now look, Bobby, we didn't know.
BOBBY: You touched it? Dammit Sam.
SAM: Well, Dad never told us about this thing. I mean, you knew about his storage place at Black Rock?
BOBBY: 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. Made by a Baton Rouge conjurer woman about a hundred years ago.
SAM: It's a hell of a luck charm.
BOBBY: 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. Turns so bad that dead inside a week.
SAM: Well, so I won't lose it, Bobby.
BOBBY: Everybody loses it!
SAM: Well, then how do we break the curse?
BOBBY: I don't know if you can. Let me look through my library and make some calls. Just sit tight.
DEAN: Dude, we're up fifteen grand.
DEAN: Don't worry, Bobby will find a way to break it. Until then I say we hit Vegas. Pull a little Rainman, you can be Rainman.
SAM: Look, we just lay low until Bobby calls back, okay? Hi, uh, table for two please.
HOST: Congratulations!
DEAN: Exciting, I know.
HOST: You are our one millionth guest at at BigGerson's restaurant family!
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DEAN: Hello?
BOBBY: Dean, great news, it wasn't easy, but I found a heavyweight ritual that will do the trick.
DEAN: Bobby, that's, uh, great, except Sam, uh...Sam lost the foot.
BOBBY: He what?
DEAN: Bobby, listen, listen, this hot chick stole it from him. I'm serious, she was in her mid-twenties, and she was sharp, y'know, good enough with the con to play us. And she only gave the guy she hired a name, probably an alias or something...Luigi or something.
SAM: Lugosi.
DEAN: Lugosi.
BOBBY: Lugosi? Aw, crap, that's probably Bela.
DEAN: Bela Lugosi? That's cute.
BOBBY: Bela Talbot's her real name. Crossed paths with her once or twice.
DEAN: She knew about the rabbit's foot, is she a hunter?
BOBBY: Pretty freakin' far from a hunter. But she knows her way around the territory. She's been out of the country, last thing I heard she was in the Middle East someplace.
DEAN: Well, I guess she's back.
BOBBY: Which means seriously bad luck for you.
DEAN: Great.
BOBBY: But, if it is Bela, at least I might know some folks who know where to find her.
DEAN: Thanks Bobby, again.
BOBBY: Just look out for your brother, you eejiot.
DEAN: What?
SAM: I lost my shoe.
DEAN: Alright Bobby, thanks. We owe you, another one. Alright, Bobby's got it on pretty good authority that this Bela chick lives in Queens. So that'll take me about two hours to get there.
SAM: So what are we doing then?
DEAN: You, my brother, are staying here because I don't want your bad luck getting us killed.
SAM: What am I even supposed to do, Dean?
DEAN: Nothing, nothing. C'mere. 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.
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DEAN: Nope. No destiny. Just a rabbit's foot.
KUBRICK: Put the gun down, son, or you're going to be scraping brain off the wall.
DEAN: Oh, this thing?
KUBRICK: Yeah, that thing.
DEAN: Okay. But you see, there's something about me that you don't know.
KUBRICK: Yeah, what would that be?
DEAN: It's my lucky day. Oh my God, did you see that shot?! I'm amazing. I'm Batman.
SAM: Yeah, you're Batman.
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SAM: Alright...bone and ash, cayenne pepper, that should do it.
DEAN: Once second...
SAM: Dean -
DEAN: Hey, back off jinx. Bringing home the bacon. Alright, say goodbye wascally wabbit.
BELA: I think you'll find that belongs to me, or you know...whatever. Put the foot down, honey.
DEAN: No, you're not going to shoot anybody. See, I happen to be able to read people. OK, you're a thief, fine, but you're not - sonofa -
BELA: 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.
DEAN: What the hell is wrong with you? You just don't go around shooting people like that!
BELA: Relax, it's a shoulder hit, I can aim. Besides, who here hasn't shot a few people? Put the rabbits foot on the ground now.
DEAN: Alright! Alright. Take it easy. Think fast.
BELA: Damn.
DEAN: Now, what you say we destroy that ugly ass piece of dead thing?
BELA: Thanks very much. I'm out one and a half million, and on the bad side of a very powerful, fairly psychotic buyer.
DEAN: Wow. I really don't feel bad about that. Sam?
SAM: Nope, not even a little.
BELA: Maybe next time, I'll hang out out to dry.
DEAN: Oh, don't go away angry, just go away.
BELA: Have a nice night boys.
DEAN: Good?
SAM: I'll live.
DEAN: I guess we're back to normal now, huh? No good luck, no bad luck...oh! Forgot, we're up forty six thousand dollars, I almost forgot about the...scratch tickets. SONOFABITCH!
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