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I think you'll find that belongs to me. Or, you know, whatever.
Bela Lugosi? That's cute.
- Bela Talbot's her real name. - Is she a hunter?
Pretty friggin' far from a hunter. Which means seriously bad luck for you.
- Bela, right? - That's right, Dean.
So you know the truth about what's really going on out there, and this is what you decide to do with it? You become a thief?
I procure unique items for a select clientele.
Yeah. A thief.
No. A great thief.
You and I don't know each other very well, so let me tell you a little something about me.
I don't respond well to threats. But you make me an offer, and I think you'll find me highly cooperative.
How about... you tell me where they are, or I kill you right now?
Kill me.
- How the hell did you... - Hello? Purveyor of powerful occult objects?
'67 Impala? Was that yours?
How do you sleep at night?
On silk sheets, rolling naked in money. Really, Sam. I'd expect the attitude from him, but you?
You shot me!
- Son of a... - Back off, tiger. Back off.
What the hell is wrong with you?! You don't just go around shooting people like that!
Relax. Who here hasn't shot a few people. You're not better than I am.
- We help people. - Come on.
Being a hunter is so much more noble? A bunch of obsessed, revenge-driven sociopaths trying to save a world that can't be saved?
- We're all going to hell, Dean. Might as well enjoy the ride. - I actually agree with you there.
Look, I think the three of us should have a heart-to-heart.
- That's assuming you have a heart. - Dean, please. I come bearing gifts.
Such as?
- What do you suggest? - I'm thinking.
Don't strain yourself.
- You got any bright ideas, I'm all ears. - Okay.
Maybe next time give me a little heads up with your plan.
I didn't want you thinking, you're not very good at that. Oh, look at you, searching for a witty rejoinder.
- Can I shoot her? - Not in public.
You really wanna come near me when I got a loaded gun in my hands?
- If we make it out of this alive, the first thing I'm gonna do is kill you. - You're not serious.
- Bela! As I live and breathe. - You called me, remember?
- I remember you turning me down. - Well, I'm just full of surprises.
Settle affairs... It's ten thousand, that should cover it. I don't like being in anyone's debt.
So ponying up ten grand is easier for you than a simple thank you? You're so damaged.
Takes on to know one.
She's got style, you gotta give her that.
- Bela stole the Colt. - Damn it, boys!
Pack your crap. We're gonna go hunt the *** down.
- Hey, Bela, how'd you get like this, huh? What, did daddy not give you enough hugs or something? - I don't know. Your daddy give you enough?
What exactly is it that you think I plan to do with it?
- Take the only weapon we have against an army of demons and sell it to the highest bidder. - You know nothing about me.
The so-called Bela Talbot.
Just let me explain.
Wow, you know, just when I thought my opinion of you couldn't get any lower. So who was it, Bela? Hmmm?
Who'd you kill, was it daddy? Little sis, maybe?
- It's none of your business. You can't just leave me here. - Watch us.
- What did you do, Bela? - You wouldn't understand, no one did.
- Are you going to kill me? - Oh, yeah.
- You're not the cold-blooded type. - You mean like you? That's true.
See, I couldn't imagine killing my parents. You were, what, 14? Folks died in some shady car accident.
Police suspected a slashed brake line, but it was all too crispy to tell.
Cut to little Bela, oh, I'm sorry, Abby, inheriting millions.
They were lovely people. And I killed them. And I got rich.
I can't be bothered to give a damn. Just like I don't care what happens to you.
- Hi ya, Bela. - You don't understand.
Oh I'm pretty sure I understand perfectly. You didn't kill them. A demon did your dirty work.
You made a deal, didn't you Bela? And it's come due.
- Dean, listen, I need help. - Sweetheart, we are weeks past help.
- I know I don't deserve it. - You know what, you're right, you don't.
But you know what the *** of the bunch is? If you would have just come to us sooner...
...and asked for help we probably could have taken the Colt and saved you.
I know, and saved yourself. I know about your deal, Dean.
- And who told you that? - The Demon that holds it. She holds mine too.
- Why should I believe you? - You shouldn't but it's the truth.
This can't help you Bela, not now. Why you telling me this.
Because just maybe you can kill the ***.
I'll see you in hell.
Never mind. I'll just do what I've always done, I'll deal with it myself.
- Any trouble? - Nothing I couldn't handle.
You know when this is over, we should really have angry sex.
Don't objectify me.