All language subtitles for Supernatural.S13E08.720p.BluRay.x264-DEMAND-HI

JACK: I found a case.

- I've got this.
- Jack! Jack!

- JACK: I killed someone.
- (GROANS)

If I stay, I'm going to hurt you.

I have to go.

It's bad enough the Winchesters
were babysitting my son,

but then they manage to lose him?

LUCIFER: With Heaven, Hell,

and everything in between
hunting him down?

I am Asmodeus.

I will definitely need that Nephilim.

- Is that...
- Ketch.

MR. KETCH: I'm Alexander. His twin.

- What's become of your angel?
- (COCKS GUN)

Not sure.
But I am sure about you, Arthur.

MR. KETCH: Did it
ever occur to you, Dean,

that I might actually
be one of the good guys?

DEAN: No. Not even once.

- Jack's off the grid.
- We'll find him.

CASTIEL: I swore
I would protect this boy.

Let me do this.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(BELL DINGING)

WOMAN ON PA: Your attention please.
The museum will close in 15 minutes.

The museum will close in 15 minutes.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(BEEPING)

(BUZZING)

(BEEPING)

(BUZZING)

(GRUNTS)

Excuse me, madam?

You're not allowed down here.

(MAN SCREAMING)

(BODY THUDS)

Well done.

How do you think
Asmodeus will reward us?

- (SCREAMING)
- (CRACKLING)

(CELL PHONE SPEED DIALING)

(LINE RINGING)

DEAN: Yeah?

- Dean Winchester?
- Who's this?

I have something
you might be interested in.

I think she's clean.

- Anything on Ketch?
- No.

Checked every hospital in
a 50-mile radius. Nada.

(SIGHS) Crazy son of a bitch probably
pulled the bullet out with his teeth.

Yeah.

What about Jack?

I talked to Cass, he's got nothing.
It's like... (SIGHS)

Either we gotta find something in the
lore or wait for Jack to make a mistake.

Yeah, well, "mistakes"
are what I'm worried about.

- (CELL PHONE RINGING)
- (CLICKS TONGUE)

Yeah?

BART: Dean Winchester?

Who's this?

I have something you
might be interested in.

No, we're happy with our cable provider.
Thank you.

What about your Nephilim?

Word on the street is, he's gone rogue.

Yeah? What street is that?

Hell Street? Hell Avenue?

Just Hell, really.

(MOUTHING) He's a demon.

So what if I told you,
I had a way to find your boy?

Meet me at Smile Diner at 12:45.

Now, this could be a trap.
I mean, he could work for Asmodeus.

Yeah, but what if
he's telling the truth?

You know, after Crowley,
I told myself no more demons.

Dean, we don't even know
what this guy's deal is.

Yeah, we do. He's a friggin' demon.

I mean, you said it yourself.
We need a miracle.

Maybe this is it.

You know what "miracles"
are called from demons?

I don't know, but I'm pretty sure
it's not a miracle.

How about this? Let's hear the guy out.

All right, and after that we kill him.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

The famous Winchesters.

Some random demon.

Barthamus, Bart's fine. Please, sit.

I ordered cherry pie.

Well, Bart. (SIGHS)

Don't know what
you've heard about us, but...

Everything. I've been following
your careers a long time,

you're a real pain in the pitch fork.

And the halo. Natural disrupters.

We have that in common, you and I.

Mmm. Yeah, we're twinsies.

SAM: All right.

You said you have something for us?

That is a genuine
Nephilim tracking spell.

(SCOFFS)

Yeah, and I just won the Powerball.

- You don't believe me.
- Ya think?

Wait a second. Even if this is real...

It's real.

Why would you give it to us?

I'm a crossroads demon, Sam.

After Crowley's promotion to
King of Hell, the crossroads demon.

Helping people's what I do,
my raison d'etre.

Right.

Okay, look, we've been around long
enough to know nothing's ever free.

So, what's the catch?

You got me.

I do need something in return,
call it a favor.

Yeah, but you already gave us the spell.

Half a spell, that's half a spell.
The other half is elsewhere.

But I'll happily hand it over
once we're done.

So, here's the thing,

when a demon tells us
to "jump," we don't ask how high,

we just ice their ass.

How very "Dean" of you. (CHUCKLES)

Sam, do me a favor,
you're the smart one.

Look into that.

I'll be in touch.

(BELL DINGING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Hmm.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

What's the verdict?

(SIGHS)

The spell, (SCOFFS)
I think it checks out.

I've put together a rough translation,
um, it's Canaanite.

Dates back to the time of
King Solomon, who, apparently,

commissioned it to keep tabs
on the Queen of Sheba,

who, according to the lore,
was half angel.

She was a Nephilim?

So what you're saying is that
King Solomon created a spell

so that he could stalk his girlfriend?

Yeah. And it looks like it works.

Or it would work.

If we had the other half, which,
without it, we got nothing.

- Pretty much.
- Great.

Look, whatever game Bart is playing,

(STUTTERS) I don't wanna play it, but...

Sam, you know that these things
don't usually go our way.

It doesn't matter.

Jack is out there,

in the world and
he's alone and he's scared

and he's dangerous.
And if this is our chance to find him,

(SIGHS)

we have to take it.

(SIGHS)

Relax. They'll be here.

Sam, Dean. Welcome.

- Who are your friends?
- BART: I'm sorry.

I should have told you,
these are my associates.

This young lady is Smash.

- And this is Grab.
- Hiya.

Smash and Grab? Really?

Not our real names.

No kidding.

Smash can crack any safe
built by man and Grab's a demon,

expert in bypassing
supernatural security.

Wait, safe cracking?
What is this, a heist?

Hold up, is this a heist?

His name is Luther Shrike.

Lives off grid.

Paranoid, agoraphobic.

You might call him a hoarder,

has a rabid appetite for
collecting rare supernatural objects,

including something of mine.

So what are we talkin'?
Your favorite My Little Pony?

No. What I want is in a
mahogany trunk, in a safe,

locked in a vault room, hidden
somewhere on Shrike's farm.

I want you to find my property,
and bring it back to me.

- What's in the safe?
- Why don't you rob him yourself?

If I could, I would.

Farm's warded inside and out.

Grab can locate the vault room,

but the only thing
that can actually open it

is the blood of a man
who's been to Hell and back.

Tell me, Dean,
do you know any men like that?

(ECHOING) Somebody help me!

Sam!

Well, here.

Why don't you just take it, then you
can give us the rest of the spell?

I'm afraid it needs to
be straight from the tap.

And I don't just need your blood,
I need you.

You see, when it comes to Shrike,

there's what I know
and what I don't know.

Now, Grab can locate the vault,
Smash can crack the safe,

but there will be
curve balls and you, boys,

well, you tend to hit those
(CLICKS TONGUE) right out of the park.

Okay, tell me,
how does Shrike get into his vault?

He uses his own blood.

So he's been to Hell?
What's he, a demon?

Luther gets around, but he is human.

Not one of the good ones.
He's a sadist, a murderer,

who'll do anything and everything to
add to his collection.

All right, seriously,
what does he have of yours?

It's important to me,
that's all you need to know.

Sorry, that's not good enough.

Put it another way.

Take the deal or I give
the spell to Asmodeus.

I've made a copy
of your half, obviously.

Did I neglect to mention?
He's looking for your boy too.

But here's the thing, I don't trust him.

Of course, I don't trust you either,
but I trust him less,

so you get dibs. For now.

All right, well, I've seen this
movie a thousand times.

Some asshat, too fancy
to get his hands dirty,

plans a job, swears it'll all go smooth,

and it does, until bang,

and everything goes screaming
off the rails and it's our asses.

- Dean.
- You know, he's gonna screw us over

- the first chance he gets.
- Not if we screw him over first.

Listen, we want that spell, right?

We need that spell and
we definitely don't want

Asmodeus getting his hands on it.

So, let's do this,

have him hand over
the other half of the spell.

And then?

And then, just like you said,
we kill him.

Okay.

(YAWNING)

- Peace made?
- Yeah, you could say that.

All right, look, if we're doing this,

finding the vault's gonna take time.

We need a distraction.
Something to keep Shrike busy.

I'm all ears. See boys, it's kismet,
us working together.

Shrike'll never see us coming.

LUTHER: They're coming.

Asmodeus isn't your enemy.

He wants to use me as bait.

Barthamus is coming, Luther.

All Asmodeus asks is, when
he shows his traitor face,

you give us a call.

I could.

Or, uh...

(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

(GROANING)

You're making a mistake.

(CONTINUES SPEAKING
IN OTHER LANGUAGE)

(SCREAMING)

Tell your boss I don't take orders,
I give 'em.

If he or Barthamus,
if anyone comes near me, I'm ready.

(WHOOSHING)

(CAR APPROACHING)

- (BUZZER RINGS)
- (LINE CONNECTING)

It's John Dortmunder?

We emailed about my family heirloom?

(CAR IDLING)

Hey, Winona.

'90s called,
they'd like their shoes back.

(SHUSHES)

(GATE OPENS)

(CLEARS THROAT)

Clear.

Dean?

- Yeah?
- Don't get dead.

You too.

DEAN: Let's go.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

(SIGHS)

(DOOR CREAKING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

SHRIKE: I'm in here.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(GRUNTING)

Come on.

(BURPS AND EXHALES)

You're weird.

That Nerve Damage?

Ha!

I used to live on that crap
when I was a kid.

It's like 10 times
the legal limit of caffeine, right?

Didn't know they
made that anymore.

Ebay.

(SCOFFS)

(CLICKING TONGUE)

Wow.

So, safe cracking.

So, hunting.

You know, I probably
don't have to tell you this,

but workin' for demons
is not a smart idea.

You're working for demons.

Yeah, well,
I don't really have a choice.

Same.

You get in some
kinda trouble or something?

How long does a
demon-summoning spell take?

(SNIFFLES)

Cool.

All right, so where's this vault room?

- Don't know.
- You...

It's hidden under a cloaking spell.

Awesome.

Don't worry, Chief. I got this.

- Or should I say, you got this.
- Me?

Your blood. It's like a dowsing rod.

The vault wants it, you have it.

Like attracts like, comprende?

Wait, so you're saying that I'm some
sort of a vault compass?

Oh. You said
he was just a pretty face.

Shh.

Okay. What now?

This.

(SPEAKING OTHER LANGUAGE)

(GRUNTING)

Dude! What...

Awesome.

Guess we gotta go that way.

(GRUNTING)

(POURING)

(GRUNTS)

Homemade gin.

It'll blow your whistle.

Homemade? (SNIFFS)

I don't get out much.

Mmm.

(GULPS)

Um... (CLEARS THROAT)

I gotta say, you have
a very impressive collection.

Ever seen a fang of the basilisk?

Actually, that's not, um...

So, whoever sold this to
you had it wrong.

Basilisk fangs are hollow.

This is actually a gorgon tooth.

Still really cool, though. (CHUCKLES)

You know, I would love
to see more of your collection.

Let's stick to business.
What've you got?

Of course. Um...

Okay, so, what I brought today

is very special and it's very rare.

It's one of a kind.

A knife that can kill demons.

(DEAN GRUNTING)

I hate this. I hate this and I hate you.

- No one cares.
- How much longer?

Takes as long it takes.

Okay, well, if something
happens to my brother while

we're out here dealing with this crap...

Hey, a little respect?
It took years to perfect that spell.

If your brother's too stupid to do
his part, then that's on him.

What'd you say?

(GRUNTING)

Son of a bitch.

Hell, no lock.
Well, that's never a good sign.

(SIGHS)

Vault's gotta be down there.

Oh, I'm not going down there,
I've already done my bit.

This is on you, handpuppet.

I will kill you.

I bet you say that to all the girls.

(SIGHS)

There.

- (TORCH CLICKS OFF)
- All right.

Well, this is the vault room.
Where's the safe?

Behind that door.

And I'm supposed to use my blood, how?

Think you're supposed to
put your paw in there.

What are you, kidding me?

So, what's your price?

You know, what we agreed
to in the email is fine.

Of course.

But...

We both know
you're not really here for this.

(STUTTERS) Sorry, I don't understand.

Bart sent you, huh?

You're here to rob me, right?

- No, no, no. You got it wrong.
- I don't think so, demon.

(GRUNTING)

You're the distraction, right?

Got your friends out there,
stripping me blind as we speak?

(GRUNTS)

(SAM PANTING)

(GULPS)

Bart didn't tell you?

As long as I'm on
my property, I can't die.

(SHUDDERING)

(GRUNTS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

What? (CLEARS THROAT) I mean,
there could be anything in there.

Anything, right? There could be spiders,
there could be,

spiny blade things, snakes,

spiders.

You don't even know, do you?

Great.

(BLOWING)

(GRUNTS)

How about this? What if I cut myself,
put in a little piece of paper.

We'll just water it up and throw
it in the mouth, okay?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Just go in, go in.

(EXHALING)

Oh.

(GRUNTS)

- (GEARS WINDING)
- (STRAINING)

(WHIMPERS)

(YELPS)

It got me, it got...

- (GEARS WINDING AND LATCHING)
- (GRUNTS)

(VAULT OPENS)

(SCOFFS)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

You gonna live?

Okay.

Whoa.

(GASPS)

(EXHALES) What the hell was that?

(GRUNTS)

The curveball.

Yo, how's it going?

Did Bart mention anything about this?

- No.
- Super.

GRAB: Really?

You're not gonna answer?
Just ignore ol' Grab.

Typical.

(GROANING)

There was supposed to be a safe,

not some dollar store
Indiana Jones crap.

- SMASH: Dean.
- What?

Son of a bitch.

(GRUNTING)

Oh, awesome.

(GASPS)

My brother, where is he?

Alive, far as I left him.
Thought he was a demon.

Guess Bart's got
humans doing his dirty work now.

Hmm.

Well, looks like gun beats knife.

So, how about you hand over the safe,

and then we'll all be home in time to
watch Game of Thrones.

I'm more of a book guy.

SAM: Dean!

He's immortal.

(GRUNTING)

Well, good thing he's got a glass jaw.

All right, jackass,
this is how it's gonna go.

You're gonna tell us how to get past
your little booby trap in here

and then into your safe, all right?

(SHRIKE SCOFFS) Sorry, son.

That riddle in there?
You'll never crack it.

And if you try, find yourself on the
business end of 1,000 tiny darts,

each tipped with silver and filled with
arsenic, holy water and holy oil.

Huh.

Gentlemen, I wish you good fortune.

(CHUCKLES)

(SCOFFS)

And I wish you'd shut up.

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

Where are you running off to?

Everything went sideways. Grab is dead.

Winchesters too, probably.

- And?
- And what? Job canceled. Game over.

Alice, just because I like you,

doesn't mean I'm willing to renegotiate
the terms of your deal.

So? I'll do another job,
whatever. I'll make it up to you.

Just tell me what you want me to do.

(CHUCKLES)

All right,
so what are we looking at here?

Some sort of an
ancient hoodoo disco floor?

SAM: No, I think,
it's like a giant keypad.

Like, we have to walk over the
tiles in a very specific order

and the order which only Shrike knows.

Yeah, well, Shrike's not talking.
So I guess we wing it.

Wing it?

(SCOFFS)

Dean, these aren't
like the lasers in Entrapment.

There are infinite possible combinations
and pressure-released darts.

Did you just say Entrapment?

I don't know, I mean, I don't watch

a whole lot of those kinds of movies.

Yeah, but you saw Entrapment?

Catherine Zeta-Jones.

I think I just... Yeah.

I just got an idea.
But it's a little crazy.

I'm good with crazy.

(GRUNTING AND MUMBLING)

Told you you'd help.

- Ready?
- On three.

One, two...

- (DARTS FIRING)
- (SHRIKE GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

That was awesome.

All right, Shrike's all tied back up.
Man, is he pissed.

Yeah. Wouldn't you be?

- How are we looking? Can you open it?
- (SCOFFS)

Dean, I bet no one's seen a safe like
that in over 100 years.

I have.

Oh.

Look who decided to show.
Why'd you cottontail?

You think I wanna be here?

- Like I have a choice?
- You made a deal.

Wow. You think?

You sold your soul.

And if I could take it back, I would,

but, sorry Charlie, I can't.

So here I am.
And as long as I keep working for him,

Bart never collects.

So you gonna let me do my thing or what?

- Look, it doesn't have to be that way.
- You know, we could help you.

No, you can't.

I gotta take care of me.

- How long does this usually...
- Shh.

(SIGHS)

(GEARS TURNING)

(SNIFFLES)

Ta-da!

- Let's go!
- Yeah.

Oh, great.

Who cares? Let's blow this pop stand.

Does this guy ever stop?

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Wanna handle this?

On it.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

SAM: Get out of the truck.
Don't try anything funny.

Get out.

It make you feel good,
whoring yourselves out to pure evil?

Because that's what he is.

What he did to me, my little boy.

What are you talking about?

My son. He was sick, dying,

so I found Bart,
and I traded my life for his.

My boy got better,

but a few years later, he died anyway.

He drowned.

You know what Bart told me then?
He said, "Accidents happen."

That he couldn't be held responsible.

So what did you do?

When the hounds came,
and dragged me to Hell,

I negotiated a new deal.

- How?
- Leverage.

What kind of leverage?

Look in the trunk.

(GRUNTS)

(LATCH OPENS)

Bart's bones.

You burn them, he dies.

That's my leverage.

You're on the wrong side of this, boys.

You gotta ask yourselves
if you can live with that.

(THUDS)

Luther, you never should've
left the house.

Trust me, he had it coming.

You let his son die.

Well, he didn't read the fine print,
and I am a business man.

Speaking of which, Alice.

(SIGHS)

Little something for a job well done.

Don't be shy.

BART: Come on.

Yeah.

And for you boys, the spell.

You earned it.

Sam.

No.

Let me see if I understand.
You two do-gooding idiots

are willing to welch on our deal,
throw away the only chance you have

at finding your boy, because I killed

a 200-year-old blackmailing
piece of garbage, is that it?

Yeah, that and we just don't like you.

Huh.

- Time re-open negotiations, shall we?
- (SMASH GRUNTING)

Give me my bones and the girl lives,

or, try to burn them,
and the moment before I die

I'll snap her neck like kindling.

It's amazing what I can
do in a half-second's time.

Please. (WHIMPERS)

- Okay.
- Slide it out, please.

(SMASH WHIMPERING)

My dear. Are you all right?

Would you mind?

(TUTTING)

You could've had this,
it was almost all yours, but no.

You just couldn't make it easy,
could you?

I'm sorry.

It's all right.
You gotta take care of you, right?

Sweet, really.

Take care of you.

Alice. Chop, chop.

Yeah.

(SCREAMING)

The spell, the spell!

(SCREAMING)

(SAM BLOWING)

(PANTING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Thanks for the ride.

You gonna be okay?

Yeah. I'm gonna be good.

Hey, I just wanted to say I'm sorry.

What you did for me,
you didn't have to do that.

Thank you, seriously.

See you around.

Hey, Alice.

Stay weird.

Yeah.

You okay?

Yeah, not really.
Not it's like the best day, you know?

Well, it's not the worst.

We did save somebody. That felt good.

Yeah, yeah, it did.

But we're back to square one with Jack.

We'll figure something else out.

And if that doesn't work,
then we'll move on to the next

and then whatever's after that.

We just keep working
'cause that's what we do.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

It feels really good to
hear you talk like that again.

I'll drink to that.