Supernatural: The Animation (2011) s01e09 Episode Script
The Spirit Of Vegas
ORLAN: Las Vegas.
Millions of suckers flock to the city every year and lose hundreds of millions of dollars.
It's a city of dreams.
The guests who come here dreaming of getting rich quick keep betting for hours and hours until they win the kind of money they want.
DEAN: Split.
ORLAN: The more guests bet, the more money casinos make.
Only casinos win in the end.
The odds are not in the guests' favor.
At least, they weren't supposed to be Black jack! - I'm so sorry, Orlan.
MAN: Ha-ha-ha.
DEAN: After I started playing with you, I got luckier and luckier.
ORLAN: No.
You're wrong.
It's not that you are lucky.
I'm the unlucky one.
Ever since then I've been helplessly unlucky.
DEAN: All right! I'm on a roll.
Orlan? Huh? Hey! Where do you think you're going? Wait! No, sir.
I'm not finished yet tonight.
Dean, we should go.
What are you talking about? I'm on a roll.
SAM: We should get to what we came here for.
Besides, luck can only last so long.
ORLAN: That's so true.
Luck doesn't last very long.
But [ALL GASP.]
ORLAN: misfortune does last.
DEAN: Man.
Right when I was on top of my game? You know, fortunes don't last that long.
They were lasting a long time.
Oh - Hey, look.
- Hmm? I am lucky today.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
I'm gonna go talk to her.
Don't butt in.
SAM: Dean.
What? Don't stop me.
I saw her being questioned by the police earlier.
About that dealer who dropped dead.
Huh? KATTY: About Mr.
Orlan? Right.
I'm a roulette dealer, not black jack.
So I don't know much about him.
But I've heard some terrible stories.
I heard that he ended up giving out a month's worth of winnings in only three days.
And after he lost every night, he cried and said he was possessed.
Possessed? It was just an excuse.
Everyone has a losing streak, you know.
But the casino is huge.
I'm sure there's still plenty more money in their vault.
I need to get going.
Oh, sorry.
I'd be happy to take you home.
- Take care.
- Thanks.
Come to my roulette table soon.
I will.
- Sam.
- Hmm? Sam.
So, what do you think of what she said? All she said was that Orlan was a total mess.
Right? Every gambler has a losing streak.
Well, except for me.
But his story was way too much.
Besides, him being possessed kind of bugs me.
Could be a curse or black magic.
DEAN: That's just stupid.
It's the pathetic excuse of an unlucky guy.
[SCREAMS.]
[GROANS.]
Ow.
Ouch.
Man, you trip like a kid.
Shut up! I'm fine.
Hmm? How come there's a roulette ball on the floor here? [GROANING.]
SAM: Dean? DEAN: My head.
Ouch! Now I'm the one with all the bad luck, damn it.
What are you talking about? We have this nice room because you won at the tables.
That's different.
Oh! [GASPS.]
What? What the heck is this? [SLURPS.]
[LAUGHS.]
What's wrong, Dean? Look, Sam.
There's a weird old geezer on my shoulder.
Who? And where? Huh? [SIGHS.]
You gotta be kidding me.
Here! This is what he looks like.
[SIGHS.]
Take a better look.
You're the one who told me to draw him.
Just for the record, I'm a better artist than you.
A spirit in the form of an elderly man? Here it is.
Look! "A Japanese god.
It possesses people and sucks away their luck.
" He is called the poverty god.
And is the old guy still with you? Yeah, he's lounging on the bed.
I see.
Well "the poverty god brings misfortune to the holder of the old coin.
" - Old coin? - Yeah.
Looks like it's an ancient Japanese coin.
SAM: Oh! DEAN: What's the matter? Dean, where did you get that? Off of the floor earlier.
Dean! So it's all because of this damn coin, right? Yeah.
[SAM GROANS.]
Now, that should do it.
Right.
Let's hope so.
[BIRDS CAWING.]
That sure was a stroke of bad luck.
What a mean-spirited god Japan has.
[BIRDS CAWING.]
[GRUNTS.]
I wonder if throwing away the coin was enough to get rid of him.
Dean? What are you doing? [DEAN GROANS.]
[LAUGHS.]
I've had it! I'm using salt and fire to let him die peacefully.
I don't think gods die.
[LAUGHING.]
[DEAN SHOUTING.]
This should take care of it.
Oh, here it comes! DEAN: Huh? [LAUGHS.]
[DEAN SCREAMS.]
[PANTING.]
There.
Now, that should've done it.
Let's get out of this town.
[DEAN SCREAMS.]
What is it? - This thing was in my car.
- Ah! SAM: It's a cobra.
Dean.
Let's get back to the hotel.
[LAUGHING.]
SAM: What the hell? Oh, no.
My laptop.
- Gentlemen.
- What? You set a fire before you left, didn't you? The sensor detected smoke and activated the sprinklers.
We'd like you to pay for all the furnishings that sustained water damage.
[LAUGHS.]
Damn it! All the money I won is gone.
- It's getting worse.
- Yeah.
This geezer's tougher than I thought.
I'll find a way to get rid of him.
[DEAN GRUNTS.]
You'd better hurry up.
We're in deep doo-doo.
Yeah.
SAM: I'm gonna go do some research.
You just stay here.
Okay? Mm-hm.
You hear me? Not a step outside.
Mm-hm.
[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES.]
[LAUGHING.]
DEAN: I'm counting on you, Sam.
[SAM GRUNTS.]
Good.
[CLANKING.]
[GASPS.]
Damn it, Sam.
Put it where it won't fall.
I wish I had my laptop.
"The poverty god never goes away.
" I'm not giving up.
Never! Prisoners convicted of robbery, serving sentences in Golden Valley in northwestern Arizona, escaped on the night of the 7th.
Adolf Hudler and four other prisoners DEAN: Hmm? Oh! Come on! MAN: All right! The engine started.
You're a genius, bro.
[GRUNTS.]
- You bastards! - Shoot! Get in, quick! Damn it! [TIRES SCREECHING.]
You idiot! You wanna die? - Let me drive.
I'll pay you double.
DRIVER: Hmm? [CAR HORN HONKING.]
Huh? Ah! I'll get you, bastards! He's coming after us.
Damn.
You won't get away! [LINE RINGING.]
Dean, answer the phone.
I hope he's okay.
Wasn't that Dean's? Dean? [TIRES SCREECHING.]
[CRASHING.]
[POLICE SIRENS BLARING.]
[PEOPLE CHATTERING.]
[DEAN CRYING.]
SAM: Dean! What happened? Are you all right? Impala.
My Impala.
[SIGHS.]
FIREMAN: Stand back.
Stay away! [FIREMEN CHATTERING.]
[GASPING.]
CLERK: You two! Weren't you staying in Room 205? Not good.
Dean, we've gotta run.
DEAN: I can't take this anymore! Wait up! SAM: I never dreamed we'd be camping out here tonight.
DEAN: Shut up.
Did you find anything useful? Well, I did look everywhere, but The poverty god never goes away.
He keeps causing misfortune until the possessed person dies.
I see.
SAM: Here.
Have some bread.
DEAN: I wanna eat a cheeseburger.
SAM: You can't be picky.
You're penniless.
DEAN: You have some money.
Go buy one.
[SAM SNORING.]
DEAN: What a jerk.
You idiot.
[BIRDS CAWING.]
[GROANS.]
It's so noisy.
I can't sleep well out here.
Dean! Dean! Where did he go? [BIRDS CAWING.]
Don't tell me Dean! [SIGHS.]
Dean, where did you go? My wallet's gone.
[BIRD CAWS.]
I can't take it! How can I lose 10 hands in a row? Please go easy on me, Katty.
I'm sorry, but I must take this.
You're out of luck.
[SIGHS.]
I'm in it with this geezer instead.
[LAUGHING.]
Dean! I knew I'd find you here.
- You're fast.
- What are you thinking? That geezer's misfortunes are getting more and more severe.
You may end up dead the next time.
Stay in a safe place.
Well, my wife was [PEOPLE SCREAMING.]
Look at that.
There is no safe place.
Isn't this your fault, Dean? Stop! Stop it! What the hell is going on? [ALARM BLARES.]
Come on.
Open it now.
It's not opening.
Let me use your card.
Stop! This is a key to the vault! - Let go! - Uh! This is the East Floor on the 2nd floor.
The alarm went off.
ADOLF: Stop.
That's it for you.
[GASPS.]
You try anything funny, I kill this girl.
Now give me your key.
SAM: Dean, don't wander around too much.
You never know when or where an accident will happen.
Shut up! Don't be so loud.
Oh! Are you all right? Dean! [GRUNTING.]
DEAN: Hey, that's Katty! So, what are you gonna do? Stand by and watch her die? But I can't hand over this key.
I see.
You leave me no choice then.
She's gonna have to die.
[DEAN GRUNTS.]
Pulling a pretty girl's hair? What do you think you're doing? Quick, Katty, get away.
Huh? KATTY: What do you think you're doing? If you don't want me to shoot your brains out, let go of Adolf, you bastard! Were you in on this? [GUN COCKS.]
You have just ruined my comfortable future.
You may think you got unlucky, but I've hit rock bottom.
I've never been dumped by the girl I rescued.
Like I care? I have no use for you.
Get lost! Die! [GRUNTING.]
Oh! Don't come back to me! [KATTY SWALLOWS.]
[POLICE SIRENS BLARE.]
- Ah! - Adolf, let's run! We can't, Katty.
We are completely surrounded.
Ha.
KATTY: You've gotta be kidding! [POVERTY GOD LAUGHS.]
You can't see the geezer anymore? Nope.
Now I can go without worrying about him.
Go where? Where do you think? We should get to what we came here for.
Right? Dean! Now you know.
Let's go.
Follow me, Sammy.
Don't call me that, you idiot.
DEAN: You're calling me an idiot? You baby! SAM: You put us through hell.
DEAN: It's not my fault.
It was that poverty god.
You jerk.
SAM: Idiot.
Knucklehead.
Simpleton.
DEAN: What the? SAM: Nitwit.
Numbskull.
Knucklehead.
Scatterbrain.
Moron.
Oaf.
Birdbrain.
- Blockhead.
DEAN: Why you [CHEERS.]
Look, Sam.
I've won 2 dollars.
[SIGHS.]
Dude, is this what we came here for? Of course.
This is the only thing you come to Vegas for.
Dean, give me a break.
A straight bet next.
Thirty-six-to-one odds.
SAM: Dean! DEAN: My lovely Impala, I'll have you fixed up in no time with my winnings.
SAM: You're using my money! [English - US - SDH.]
SAM: You're using my money! [English - US - SDH.]
[English - US - SDH.]
[POVERTY GOD CHEERS.]
Millions of suckers flock to the city every year and lose hundreds of millions of dollars.
It's a city of dreams.
The guests who come here dreaming of getting rich quick keep betting for hours and hours until they win the kind of money they want.
DEAN: Split.
ORLAN: The more guests bet, the more money casinos make.
Only casinos win in the end.
The odds are not in the guests' favor.
At least, they weren't supposed to be Black jack! - I'm so sorry, Orlan.
MAN: Ha-ha-ha.
DEAN: After I started playing with you, I got luckier and luckier.
ORLAN: No.
You're wrong.
It's not that you are lucky.
I'm the unlucky one.
Ever since then I've been helplessly unlucky.
DEAN: All right! I'm on a roll.
Orlan? Huh? Hey! Where do you think you're going? Wait! No, sir.
I'm not finished yet tonight.
Dean, we should go.
What are you talking about? I'm on a roll.
SAM: We should get to what we came here for.
Besides, luck can only last so long.
ORLAN: That's so true.
Luck doesn't last very long.
But [ALL GASP.]
ORLAN: misfortune does last.
DEAN: Man.
Right when I was on top of my game? You know, fortunes don't last that long.
They were lasting a long time.
Oh - Hey, look.
- Hmm? I am lucky today.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
I'm gonna go talk to her.
Don't butt in.
SAM: Dean.
What? Don't stop me.
I saw her being questioned by the police earlier.
About that dealer who dropped dead.
Huh? KATTY: About Mr.
Orlan? Right.
I'm a roulette dealer, not black jack.
So I don't know much about him.
But I've heard some terrible stories.
I heard that he ended up giving out a month's worth of winnings in only three days.
And after he lost every night, he cried and said he was possessed.
Possessed? It was just an excuse.
Everyone has a losing streak, you know.
But the casino is huge.
I'm sure there's still plenty more money in their vault.
I need to get going.
Oh, sorry.
I'd be happy to take you home.
- Take care.
- Thanks.
Come to my roulette table soon.
I will.
- Sam.
- Hmm? Sam.
So, what do you think of what she said? All she said was that Orlan was a total mess.
Right? Every gambler has a losing streak.
Well, except for me.
But his story was way too much.
Besides, him being possessed kind of bugs me.
Could be a curse or black magic.
DEAN: That's just stupid.
It's the pathetic excuse of an unlucky guy.
[SCREAMS.]
[GROANS.]
Ow.
Ouch.
Man, you trip like a kid.
Shut up! I'm fine.
Hmm? How come there's a roulette ball on the floor here? [GROANING.]
SAM: Dean? DEAN: My head.
Ouch! Now I'm the one with all the bad luck, damn it.
What are you talking about? We have this nice room because you won at the tables.
That's different.
Oh! [GASPS.]
What? What the heck is this? [SLURPS.]
[LAUGHS.]
What's wrong, Dean? Look, Sam.
There's a weird old geezer on my shoulder.
Who? And where? Huh? [SIGHS.]
You gotta be kidding me.
Here! This is what he looks like.
[SIGHS.]
Take a better look.
You're the one who told me to draw him.
Just for the record, I'm a better artist than you.
A spirit in the form of an elderly man? Here it is.
Look! "A Japanese god.
It possesses people and sucks away their luck.
" He is called the poverty god.
And is the old guy still with you? Yeah, he's lounging on the bed.
I see.
Well "the poverty god brings misfortune to the holder of the old coin.
" - Old coin? - Yeah.
Looks like it's an ancient Japanese coin.
SAM: Oh! DEAN: What's the matter? Dean, where did you get that? Off of the floor earlier.
Dean! So it's all because of this damn coin, right? Yeah.
[SAM GROANS.]
Now, that should do it.
Right.
Let's hope so.
[BIRDS CAWING.]
That sure was a stroke of bad luck.
What a mean-spirited god Japan has.
[BIRDS CAWING.]
[GRUNTS.]
I wonder if throwing away the coin was enough to get rid of him.
Dean? What are you doing? [DEAN GROANS.]
[LAUGHS.]
I've had it! I'm using salt and fire to let him die peacefully.
I don't think gods die.
[LAUGHING.]
[DEAN SHOUTING.]
This should take care of it.
Oh, here it comes! DEAN: Huh? [LAUGHS.]
[DEAN SCREAMS.]
[PANTING.]
There.
Now, that should've done it.
Let's get out of this town.
[DEAN SCREAMS.]
What is it? - This thing was in my car.
- Ah! SAM: It's a cobra.
Dean.
Let's get back to the hotel.
[LAUGHING.]
SAM: What the hell? Oh, no.
My laptop.
- Gentlemen.
- What? You set a fire before you left, didn't you? The sensor detected smoke and activated the sprinklers.
We'd like you to pay for all the furnishings that sustained water damage.
[LAUGHS.]
Damn it! All the money I won is gone.
- It's getting worse.
- Yeah.
This geezer's tougher than I thought.
I'll find a way to get rid of him.
[DEAN GRUNTS.]
You'd better hurry up.
We're in deep doo-doo.
Yeah.
SAM: I'm gonna go do some research.
You just stay here.
Okay? Mm-hm.
You hear me? Not a step outside.
Mm-hm.
[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES.]
[LAUGHING.]
DEAN: I'm counting on you, Sam.
[SAM GRUNTS.]
Good.
[CLANKING.]
[GASPS.]
Damn it, Sam.
Put it where it won't fall.
I wish I had my laptop.
"The poverty god never goes away.
" I'm not giving up.
Never! Prisoners convicted of robbery, serving sentences in Golden Valley in northwestern Arizona, escaped on the night of the 7th.
Adolf Hudler and four other prisoners DEAN: Hmm? Oh! Come on! MAN: All right! The engine started.
You're a genius, bro.
[GRUNTS.]
- You bastards! - Shoot! Get in, quick! Damn it! [TIRES SCREECHING.]
You idiot! You wanna die? - Let me drive.
I'll pay you double.
DRIVER: Hmm? [CAR HORN HONKING.]
Huh? Ah! I'll get you, bastards! He's coming after us.
Damn.
You won't get away! [LINE RINGING.]
Dean, answer the phone.
I hope he's okay.
Wasn't that Dean's? Dean? [TIRES SCREECHING.]
[CRASHING.]
[POLICE SIRENS BLARING.]
[PEOPLE CHATTERING.]
[DEAN CRYING.]
SAM: Dean! What happened? Are you all right? Impala.
My Impala.
[SIGHS.]
FIREMAN: Stand back.
Stay away! [FIREMEN CHATTERING.]
[GASPING.]
CLERK: You two! Weren't you staying in Room 205? Not good.
Dean, we've gotta run.
DEAN: I can't take this anymore! Wait up! SAM: I never dreamed we'd be camping out here tonight.
DEAN: Shut up.
Did you find anything useful? Well, I did look everywhere, but The poverty god never goes away.
He keeps causing misfortune until the possessed person dies.
I see.
SAM: Here.
Have some bread.
DEAN: I wanna eat a cheeseburger.
SAM: You can't be picky.
You're penniless.
DEAN: You have some money.
Go buy one.
[SAM SNORING.]
DEAN: What a jerk.
You idiot.
[BIRDS CAWING.]
[GROANS.]
It's so noisy.
I can't sleep well out here.
Dean! Dean! Where did he go? [BIRDS CAWING.]
Don't tell me Dean! [SIGHS.]
Dean, where did you go? My wallet's gone.
[BIRD CAWS.]
I can't take it! How can I lose 10 hands in a row? Please go easy on me, Katty.
I'm sorry, but I must take this.
You're out of luck.
[SIGHS.]
I'm in it with this geezer instead.
[LAUGHING.]
Dean! I knew I'd find you here.
- You're fast.
- What are you thinking? That geezer's misfortunes are getting more and more severe.
You may end up dead the next time.
Stay in a safe place.
Well, my wife was [PEOPLE SCREAMING.]
Look at that.
There is no safe place.
Isn't this your fault, Dean? Stop! Stop it! What the hell is going on? [ALARM BLARES.]
Come on.
Open it now.
It's not opening.
Let me use your card.
Stop! This is a key to the vault! - Let go! - Uh! This is the East Floor on the 2nd floor.
The alarm went off.
ADOLF: Stop.
That's it for you.
[GASPS.]
You try anything funny, I kill this girl.
Now give me your key.
SAM: Dean, don't wander around too much.
You never know when or where an accident will happen.
Shut up! Don't be so loud.
Oh! Are you all right? Dean! [GRUNTING.]
DEAN: Hey, that's Katty! So, what are you gonna do? Stand by and watch her die? But I can't hand over this key.
I see.
You leave me no choice then.
She's gonna have to die.
[DEAN GRUNTS.]
Pulling a pretty girl's hair? What do you think you're doing? Quick, Katty, get away.
Huh? KATTY: What do you think you're doing? If you don't want me to shoot your brains out, let go of Adolf, you bastard! Were you in on this? [GUN COCKS.]
You have just ruined my comfortable future.
You may think you got unlucky, but I've hit rock bottom.
I've never been dumped by the girl I rescued.
Like I care? I have no use for you.
Get lost! Die! [GRUNTING.]
Oh! Don't come back to me! [KATTY SWALLOWS.]
[POLICE SIRENS BLARE.]
- Ah! - Adolf, let's run! We can't, Katty.
We are completely surrounded.
Ha.
KATTY: You've gotta be kidding! [POVERTY GOD LAUGHS.]
You can't see the geezer anymore? Nope.
Now I can go without worrying about him.
Go where? Where do you think? We should get to what we came here for.
Right? Dean! Now you know.
Let's go.
Follow me, Sammy.
Don't call me that, you idiot.
DEAN: You're calling me an idiot? You baby! SAM: You put us through hell.
DEAN: It's not my fault.
It was that poverty god.
You jerk.
SAM: Idiot.
Knucklehead.
Simpleton.
DEAN: What the? SAM: Nitwit.
Numbskull.
Knucklehead.
Scatterbrain.
Moron.
Oaf.
Birdbrain.
- Blockhead.
DEAN: Why you [CHEERS.]
Look, Sam.
I've won 2 dollars.
[SIGHS.]
Dude, is this what we came here for? Of course.
This is the only thing you come to Vegas for.
Dean, give me a break.
A straight bet next.
Thirty-six-to-one odds.
SAM: Dean! DEAN: My lovely Impala, I'll have you fixed up in no time with my winnings.
SAM: You're using my money! [English - US - SDH.]
SAM: You're using my money! [English - US - SDH.]
[English - US - SDH.]
[POVERTY GOD CHEERS.]