All language subtitles for Supernatural S01E19 Provenance-eng

Okay.
Right about there. I think that's it.

l can't believe
we actually bought this thing.

There's a reason charity auctions
have an open bar.

Don't you think, I don't know,
it's kind of creepy?

It's okay. I'll keep you safe.

Maybe you're the one
I ought to be scared of?

Mm.

- Let's go upstairs.
- Give me two minutes to lock up.

Make that one minute.

If you don't hurry up
I'm gonna start without you.

Babe, get the lights.
I can't see a thing.

You spill something?

Ann?

Ann? Ann!

Seven, four, two, zero.
- Seven, four, two, zero.

All right, you're in there. Perfect.

Is "Brandy" with a Y or an I?

All right, listen, l gotta go. Hold that
thought. l'll be right back, okay?

- All right. So l think I got something.
- Yeah, me too.

I think we need to take
a little shore leave, just a little bit.

What do you think, huh?
I'm so in the door with this one.

So, what are we today, Dean? Are
we rock stars? Are we Army Rangers?

Reality-TV scouts looking for people
with special skills.

I mean, hey, it's not
that far off, right?

She's got a friend over there. Probably
hook you up. What do you think?

- No, thanks. I can get my own dates.
- Yeah, you can, but you don't.

- What is that supposed to mean?
- Nothing. What do you got?

Mark and Ann Telesca
of New Paltz, New York...

...were both found dead in their home
a few days ago.

Mm-hm.

Throats were slit. There were no prints,
no murder weapons, all- Dean.

No prints, no murder weapons, all doors
and windows locked from the inside.

Could just be a garden-variety murder,
not our department.

- No. Dad says different.
What do you mean?

Look. Dad noted three murders
in the same area of upstate New York.

First one right here, 1912,
the second one in 1945...

...and the third in 1970,
the same m.o. as the Telescas.

The throats were slit, the houses
were locked from the inside.

Time passed between the murders.
Nobody tracked the pattern but Dad.

He kept his eyes peeled
for another one.

- And now we got one?
- Exactly.

All right, l'm with you.
It's worth checking out.

We can't pick this up till first thing,
though, right?

- Yeah.
- Good.

- Dean.
- Ladies. Did you miss me?

- Hell, yeah.
- l'm just kid-

Listen, l talked to my producer,
and it is looking good.

Great.
Cool.

Man, that's so not cool.

I just swept the Telesca house
with the EMF. It's clean.

- And last night, while you were out...
- Good times.

...l checked the history of the house.
No hauntings, no violent crimes.

Nothing strange about the Telescas.

So if it's not the people,
and it's not the house...

...then, uh, maybe it's the contents,
a cursed object.

- House is clean.
- Yeah, I know, you said that.

No, I mean it's empty.
No furniture or nothing.

Where's all their stuff?

Uh-huh.

Consignment auctions, estate sales.

Looks like a garage sale for Wasps,
if you ask me.

Can l help you gentlemen?

I'd like some champagne, please.

He's not a waiter.

I'm Sam Connors.

That's my brother, Dean. We are
art dealers, with Connors Limited.

- You're art dealers?
- That's right.

I'm Daniel Blake.
This is my auction house.

Now, gentlemen,
this is a private showing...

...and l don't remember seeing you
on the guest list.

We're there, Chuckles,
just need to take another look.

Oh. Finally. Hmm.

Cheers.

A fine example of American primitive,
wouldn't you say?

Well, l'd say it's more Grant Wood
than Grandma Moses.

But you knew that.
You just wanted to see if I did.

Guilty. And clumsy. l apologize.
I'm Sarah Blake.

I'm Sam. This is my brother, Dean.

Dean. Can we get you some more
mini-quiche?

- Mm-mm. I'm good. Thanks.
- So can l help you with something?

Yeah, actually. Um, what can you tell us
about the Telesca estate?

The whole thing's pretty grisly,
if you ask me...

...selling their things this soon,
but Dad's right about one thing:

Sensationalism brings out the crowds.
Even the rich ones.

- ls it possible to see the provenances?
- l'm afraid there isn't any chance of that.

- Why not?
- You're not on the guest list.

I think it's time to leave.

- Well, we don't have to be told twice.
- Apparently, you do.

Okay. lt's all right.
We don't want any trouble. We'll go.

Dad, that was rude.

Grant Wood, Grandma Moses?
Art history course.

- lt's good for meeting girls.
- lt's like I don't even know you.

Huh.

- Now, what was the providence?
- "Provenance."

It's a certificate of origin,
like a biography.

We can use them to track the pieces'
history. See if any has got a freaky past.

Well, we're not getting anything
out of Chuckles, but, uh, Sarah...

Maybe you can get her to write it all
on a cocktail napkin.

Not me.

Oh, no, no, no.

- Pickups are your thing, Dean.
- lt wasn't my butt she was checking out.

In other words, you want me
to use her to get information.

Sometimes you gotta take one
for the team. Call her.

- Nice place.
- Yeah.

- Glad you called. Surprised, but glad.
- Yeah?

Although you seemed to have
a hard time getting out the words:

"Would you like to have dinner?"

Yeah. l haven't really been on a date
in a while.

- Welcome to the club.
- You're kidding me.

Here we are.
- Thanks.

The wine list.

I don't know about Romeo here,
but I'll have a beer.

And you?

Make that two.
Certainly.

So you studied art in school, huh?
lt's true. I was an artist.

A terrible, terrible artist.

That's why I'm in
the auction business.

- And you were pre-law?
- Yeah.

But you didn't go to law school.
How come?

Ah, it's a really long story
for another time.

You're not like any art dealer
I've ever met.

So, what did you mean when you said
you hadn't been on a date in a while?

- Making me feel like l'm not a loser?
- l'm sure you're many things.

I'm also sure loser isn't one of them.

It was my mom.
She died about a year ago.

Totally unexpected.

It really threw me.

I went into this shell.
A nice, warm, safe shell.

But lately l've been thinking, it's not
what she would have wanted for me.

So...

So, what about you?
You're a reasonably attractive guy.

- Reasonably.
- Why haven't you been out and about?

Another long story for another time.

So she just handed the providences
over to you, huh?

- Provenances.
- Provenances?

And, yes, we went back to her place,
I got a copy of the papers...

- And?
- And nothing. That's it. l left.

You didn't have to con her or do any
special favors or anything like that?

Dean, would you get your mind
out of the gutter?

When this thing's done,
we could stick around.

- Why?
- So you could take her out again.

- lt's obvious you're into her. I see that.
- Hey, l think l got something here.

"Portrait of Isaiah Merchant's family,
painted 1910."

Now, compare the names of the owners
with Dad's journal.

"First purchased in 1912
to Peter Simms."

"Peter Simms murdered in 1912."

Same thing in 1945.
Oh, same thing in 1970.

Then stored until it was donated
to a charity auction last month...

...where the Telescas bought it.

So, what do you think,
it's haunted or cursed?

Either way, it's toast.

Come on.

Go ahead.

Ugly-ass thing.

If you ask me,
we're doing the art world a favor.

- We got a problem. I can't find my wallet.
- How is that my problem?

Because I think l dropped it
in the warehouse last night.

You're kidding, right?

No. I mean, it's got my prints, my ID-
Well, my fake lD, anyway.

But we gotta get it before
somebody else finds it. Come on.

How do you lose your wallet, Dean?

- Hey, guys.
- Sarah. Hey.

What are you doing here?

Oh.

We- We are leaving town. And,
you know, we came to say goodbye.

Oh, what are you talking about, Sam?

We're sticking around
for at least another day or two.

Sam, by the way, l'm gonna go ahead
and give you that 20 bucks I owe you.

I always forget, you know.

There you go.

Well, l'll leave you two crazy kids alone.
I gotta go do something, somewhere.

- So.
- l had a good time last night.

- Yeah. Yeah, l did too.
- Maybe we should do it again sometime.

You know, I'd love to, l really would,
but Dean, he was just screwing around.

- We really are taking off today.
- Oh. Oh.

- Oh, that's too bad.
- Oh, my God.

- What?
- The-

That painting looks so good.

If you can call that monstrosity good,
then, yeah, l guess.

- What do you know about that painting?
- Not much, just that it creeps me out.

We sold it to the Telescas at a charity
auction the night they were murdered.

Now you're just gonna sell it again?

As much as my dad wants to,
no, I won't let him.

- l think it'd be in bad taste.
- Good. Yeah.

You know what?
Make sure you don't, okay?

Why? Don't tell me
you're interested in that.

No. No. God, no. Not in buying it, no.
You know what? l gotta go.

I gotta take care of something.
But l will call you back. l will call you.

- l'll see you later.
- Wait, so you're not leaving tonight?

No, I guess not. l'll see you.

Okay.

I don't understand, Dean.
We burned the damn thing.

Yeah, thank you, Captain Obvious.

All right, we just need to figure out
another way to get rid of it. Any ideas?

Okay, all right. Well, um, in almost
all the lore about haunted paintings...

...it's always the painting's subject
that haunts them.

Yeah? We need to figure out
everything there is to know...

...about that creepy-ass family
in that creepy-ass painting.

What were their names again?

- You said the lsaiah Merchant family?
- Yeah, that's right.

I dug up every scrap of local history
I could find.

- So, uh, are you boys crime buffs?
- Kind of.

- Yeah. Why do you ask?
- Well...

- Yes. Yeah, that sounds about right.
- The whole family was killed?

It seems this Isaiah,
he slits his kids' throats...

...then his wife, then himself.

Now, he was a barber by trade.
Used a straight razor.

- Why did he do it?
- Well, let's look.

"People who knew him described Isaiah
as having stern and harsh temperament.

Controlled his family with an iron fist.
Wife, two sons, adopted daughter."

Uh... Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

There were whispers that the wife
was gonna take the kids and leave-

Uh, which, of course, you know,
in that day and age...

Um, so instead, old man Isaiah,
well, he gave them all a shave.

- Say what happened to the bodies?
- Just that they were all cremated.

- Anything else?
Yeah.

Actually, I found a picture of the family.
It's right here, somewhere.

Right. Here it is.

- Could we get a copy of this, please?
- Hmm. Sure.

Dad, you promised you wouldn't
sell that painting.

I know, sweetie, but Evelyn's offered
a persuasive amount of money.

You're shameless, you know that?

For that kind of money,
I can afford to be.

I'm telling you, man, l'm sure of it.

Painting at the auction house,
Dad is looking down.

Painting here, Dad's looking out.
The painting has changed, Dean.

You think Daddy Dearest
is in the painting and handing out...

...Columbian neckties
like with his family?

Yeah, it seems like it.

But if his bones are already dusted,
how are we gonna stop him?

If lsaiah's position changed, then maybe
other things in the painting changed.

- You know, it could give us some clues.
- What, like a Da Vinci Code deal?

I don't know. l'm just still waiting
for the movie on that one.

Anyway, we gotta get back in
and see that painting.

Which is good. You can get
more time to crush on your girlfriend.

- Dude, enough already.
- What?

What? Ever since we got here, you've
been trying to pimp me out to Sarah.

- Just back off, all right?
- Well, you like her, don't you?

You like her, she likes you,
you're consenting adults.

What's the point, Dean?

- We'll just leave. We always leave.
- l'm not talking about marriage.

I don't get it. What do you care
if l hook up?

Because then maybe you wouldn't
be so cranky all the time.

You know, seriously, Sam,
this isn't about just hooking up, okay?

I mean, l think that this Sarah girl
could be good for you.

And l don't mean any disrespect, but
I'm sure that this is about Jessica, right?

Now, l don't know what it's like
to lose somebody like that...

...but l would think that she would
want you to be happy.

God forbid, have fun once in a while.
Wouldn't she?

Yeah, l know she would.

Yeah, you're right, part of this
is about Jessica.

- But not the main part.
- What's it about?

Yeah, all right.

We still gotta see that painting, which
means you still gotta call Sarah, so...

Sarah, hey, it's Sam. Hey. Hi.

Good. Good, yeah.
Um, what about you?

- Yeah, good. Good, really good.
- Smooth.

So, uh... So listen, me and my brother
were, uh, thinking...

...that maybe we'd like to come back
in and look at the painting again.

I think maybe we are
interested in buying it.

Wait. What? Who'd you sell it to?

Sarah, I need an address right now.

- Sam, what's happening?
l told you you shouldn't have come.

- Hello. Anybody home?
- You said Evelyn might be in danger.

- What kind of danger?
l can't knock this down.

I gotta pick it.

What are you guys, burglars?

l wish it's that simple.
You should wait in the car.

- lt's for your own good.
- The hell l will. Evelyn's a friend.

- Evelyn?
Evelyn.

Evelyn?

Evelyn? lt's Sarah Blake.

- Are you all right?
Sarah, don't. Sarah.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God!

Oh, my God.

Hey. You all right?

No, actually. l just lied to the cops
and told them l went to Evelyn's...

...alone and found her like that.

- Thank you.
- Don't. l'm about to call them...

...if you don't tell me what the hell's
going on. Who's killing these people?

- "What."
- What?

It's not "who."
It's "what" is killing those people?

Sarah, you saw that painting move.

No. No, l was- l was seeing things.

- lt's impossible.
- Yeah, well, welcome to our world.

Sarah, I know this sounds crazy...

...but we think that
that painting is haunted.

You're joking.

You're not joking.

- God. The guys l go out with.
- Sarah, think about it.

Evelyn, the Telescas,
they both had the painting.

And there have been others.
Wherever this thing goes, people die.

And we're just trying to stop it.

And that's the truth.

Well, then l guess you better
show me. l'm coming with you.

What? No. Sarah, no.
You should just go home.

This stuff can get dangerous and...

And l don't want you to get hurt.

Look, you guys are probably crazy,
but if you're right?

Well, me and my dad sold that painting.
We might've got these people killed.

I'm not saying l'm not scared,
because l am scared...

...but l'm not gonna
run and hide either.

So are we going or what?

Sam.

Marry that girl.

Uh, isn't this a crime scene?

Well, you already lied to the cops.
What's another infraction?

Aren't you worried that
it's gonna, you know, kill us?

No. It seems to do its thing at night.
I think we're all right in the daylight.

Sam, check it out.

The razor, it's, uh- lt's closed.
But it's open in that one.

What?
- lf the spirit's changing aspects...

...of the painting,
maybe it's doing so for a reason.

Hey, hey. Look at this.
The painting in the painting.

Looks like a crypt
or a mausoleum or something.

Hmm.

"Merchant."

This is the third boneyard
we've checked.

I think this ghost is jerking us around.

So this is what you guys do
for a living?

Not exactly. We don't get paid.

Well, mazel tov.

Over there.

Okay. That, right there,
is the creepiest thing I've ever seen.

It was, uh, sort of a tradition
at the time.

Whenever a child died,
sometimes they'd preserve the kid's...

...favorite toy in a glass case.
Put it next to the headstone or crypt.

- You notice anything strange here?
- Uh, where do l start?

No, that's not what l mean.
Look at the urns.

- Yeah, there are only four.
Yeah, mom and the three kids.

Daddy Dearest isn't here.

So where is he?

So, what is your brother doing in there?

Searching county death certificates.
To learn what happened to lsaiah's body.

How'd he even get in the door?

Lying and subterfuge, mostly.

You have a, um...

You have an eyelash on your...

Your right- No. Uh, you know what?

- Do you mind if l-?
- No.

Okay.

Okay, l got it.

Make a wish.

- Sam, can l ask you something?
- Yeah, sure.

I don't mean to be forward,
but a girl could wait here forever.

Is there something here
between us? Or am l delusional?

You're not delusional.

But there's a "but" coming.

But l don't think this
would be a good idea.

Can l ask why?

Because I like you.

Wait. You lost me.

Look, it's hard to explain.

It's just that when
people are around me...

I don't know, they get hurt.

- What do you mean?
- l mean, like, physically hurt.

With what my brother and l do, it's...

Sarah...

...l had a girlfriend.

And she died. And my mom died too.

I don't know, it's like...

It's like l'm cursed or something.

Like death just follows me around.

I'm not scared of much. But if l
let myself have feelings for anybody-

You're scared they'd get hurt too.

- That's very sweet. And very archaic.
- Sorry?

Look. l'm a big girl, Sam.
It's not your job...

...to make decisions for me. There's
always a chance of getting hurt.

I'm not talking about a broken
heart and a tub of Häagen-Dazs.

- l'm talking life and death.
- Tomorrow I could get hit by a bus.

That's what life is.

Look. l know losing somebody
you love, it's terrible.

You shut yourself off.
Believe me, l know.

But when you shut out pain,
you shut out everything else too.

Sarah, you don't understand.
The pain that I went through...

...l can't go through it again. I can't.

Am l interrupting something?

- No.
- Not at all.

- Huh. Apparently.
- So, what did you get?

Pay dirt. The surviving
relatives of the Merchant family...

...were so ashamed of Isaiah, they didn't
want him interred with the family.

They handed him over to the county.
County gave him a pauper's funeral.

Economy style. Turns out he wasn't
cremated, he was buried in a pine box.

- So there are bones to burn.
- There are bones to burn.

Tell me you know where.

You guys seem to be
uncomfortably comfortable with this.

Well, this isn't exactly
the first grave we've dug.

Still think l'm a catch?

Think l got something.

You've been a real
pain in the ass, Isaiah.

Good riddance.

Keep the motor running.

I thought the painting
was harmless now.

Better safe than sorry.
We're gonna bury the sucker.

- l wanna come with you.
You sure?

- Yeah.
- Hey. Hey, hey.

I'll stay here, you go make your move.

Sam. l'm serious.

Uh, Sam, you're the expert
on all this ghost stuff.

Is that painting
supposed to look like that?

Where's the little girl?

And the razor.

Dean! Hey. ls that you?

Sammy, you all right?

- Tell me you slammed the door.
- lt wasn't me. It was the girl.

Girl? What girl?

She's out of the painting.
Might've been her all along.

Wasn't the dad looking at her?

- Maybe he was warning us.
- Let's recap later, all right? Get us out.

Trying to pick the lock.
Door won't budge.

- Then break it down.
- Okay. Let me grab my battering ram.

- Dean, it's coming.
- Hold it off...

...until l figure something.
Get salt or iron.

Come on.

What house doesn't have salt?
Low-sodium freaks. Find any iron?

No. What's it for?
- lron repels evil.

But it's got to be pure. Hurry.

Uh, Dean. Give me a sec.
Don't go anywhere.

Look in the chair.
Sometimes the seats.

Sam.

That is just so wrong.

Iron?

Yeah.

- Sammy, you okay?
Yeah. For now.

- How we gonna waste her?
- l don't know. She was cremated.

- Nothing left to burn.
- How's she still around?

There must be something else.

Sam, wait. We used to handle
antique dolls at the auction.

That's fascinating, Sarah,
but important right now?

Well, back then, they used to make
the dolls in the kids' image.

I mean, everything. Like they
would use the kids' real hair.

Dean. Sarah says the doll
might have the girl's hair.

Human remains. Same as bones.

The mausoleum.

Sam! Come on, push! Come on.

Come on, Dean.

Come on, come on.

Sam, you good?

Not bad.

This was archived
in the county records.

The Merchant's
adopted daughter, Melanie.

Know why she was up for adoption?
Her real family was killed in their beds.

She killed them?

Who'd suspect her? Sweet little girl.

So then she kills lsaiah and his family.
The old man takes the blame.

His spirit's been trying
to warn people ever since.

- Where's this one go?
- Take it out back and burn it.

I'm serious, guys. Thanks.

So why'd the girl do it?

Killing others? Killing herself?

Some people are just born tortured.
So when they die...

- ...their spirits are just as dark.
- Maybe. l don't care.

It's over. We move on.

I guess this means you're leaving.

I'll go wait in the car. See you, Sarah.

I'm the one who burned the doll...

...and destroyed the spirit,
but don't thank me or anything.

There are a million things
that I want to say...

...but for the life of me
I can't think of one.

Yeah, l'll miss you too.

- You know, there's a lesson in all of this.
- What's that?

We all got through this in one piece.

I didn't get hurt.

Yeah, l'm glad for that.

So maybe you're not cursed. Maybe...

Maybe you'll come back and see me.

I will.

That's my boy.