[ chuckles lightly ]
[ door opens ]
Hey, babe.
Hmm.
Nice to see you, too.
[ breathing heavily ]
[ exhales sharply ]
[ breathing heavily ]
[ gasps ]
[ crash ]
Honey?
Are you okay?
Oh!
Aaaaaah!
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You expect me to believe you're cdc?
Excuse me?
It's just that you're a day early.
First time in history i haven't sat on my ass
waiting for you people.
New administration.
A change you can believe in.
Right.
[ metal clatters ]
Doctor: meet xavier.
Date of birth -- april 3, 1984.
I know.
I ran the dna twice.
That's definitely him.
Well, he wasn't big on the sunscreen, huh?
So, what's your theory?
All i know is, decedent's male, 25 years old,
And he died of old age.
You were right about this one. it's definitely a job.
Thought so.
Any other stiffs in town?
Just the one body.
Anything else?
Couple missing persons, but usual for a town this size.
Well, check 'em out.
You think they're connected?
Doing?
Yeah.
You know, just...in general?
oh, you mean my legs.
Well, i'm just weepin' in my haagen-dazs.
Idjit.
[ beep ]
[ cellphone closes ]
That's the most recent.
How long has he been missing?
Oh, i knew right away
When he didn't come home tuesday night.
Is there someplace he likes to go after work, maybe?
A favorite bar?
[ laughing ] no.
Tuesdays, he always works a bit late,
But he always comes straight home.
May i use your facilities, ma'am?
"working late," my ass.
Well, at least he's consistent.
Same room every tuesday, hourly rates.
Hope i got that kind of kick when i'm his age.
yeah, like either of us will live that long.
True.
So...[sighs] what do you think's in there?
A wrinkly, gooey corpse.
[ asian music plays ]
[ sighs ]
Man: oh, god! oh, god!
Oh! oh, god!
[ grunts ]
What the...
Oh. god.
It's gooey.
[ clears throat ]
Sorry. uh...
Got the wrong room.
Close the door!
Hey.
[ scoffs ]
Nice tattoo.
Happen to know anybody named cliff whitlow?
Never heard of him.
Well, that's weird.
'cause you're carrying his wallet.
Huh.
Your wife told us about your, uh, birthmark there.
That's nice.
well, you look great, cliff.
Did you get some work done?
[ sighs ]
Could you give us some privacy?
Thanks.
Bye.
Please don't tell my wife. dean: slow down.
I'm begging you. as far as she knows, i'm dead.
For the love of god, let's keep it that way.
how can you possibly be cliff whitlow?
I can't tell you.
Well, either you tell us or we tell the missus.
Okay! okay!
It was a game.
Like...xbox?
What's xbox?
No. poker -- high-stakes.
Instead of cash, you play for years.
What is that supposed to mean?
Look, i know it sounds crazy.
Guy comes up to me at a bar, invites me to play.
Gives me 25 of these weirdo poker chips, right?
Chants some mumbo humbo over them,
says now they're 25 years.
I'm laughing...
But then i come out up.
And look at me.
what was he chanting? [ laughing ] how should i know?
All i know is, my bad hip's good,
I threw away my glasses.
one of those ladies was here for free!
Man's some kind of miracle worker.
What does this miracle worker look like?
Just a guy.
Maybe 35, brown hair.
Irish accent. his name was patrick.
All right, all right. where's this game at?
He said he likes to keep moving. never stays in one bar long.
and he finds you.
Thank you, cliff.
Oh, and, uh...
Stay classy.
It sounds crazy, right?
Bobby: no. there's lore on it.
Goes back centuries.
Traveling card player pops into town.
You beat him, you get your best years back.
'course, most folks lose.
Well, that would explain the crunchy corpse.
Supposedly, this player's a hell of a card shark.
Got a lot of years in the bank.
You find the bar he's working in yet?
There's a lot of dives in this town.
We're gonna have to split up.
well, why you still talking to me?
Sam: find anything?
Yeah, a whole bunch of squat. you?
No, not a thing. all right.
Well, you come up dry, circle back to the motel in two.
Your turn to grab dinner.
Extra bacon.
Can i get a beer?
Yep.
You wouldn't happen to know of a poker game
Going on in back, would you?
It's a bar, not a casino.
My friend ben told me you'd know.
Don't know any ben.
Sure you do.
You know, balding, smart-ass, real ladies' man?
Listen, pal, i told you --
I don't know any ben.
I don't know nothing about a game.
You sure? 'cause, uh...
...he sure seems to know you.
'round back. take the elevator down.
[ clattering ]
Bobby?
What the hell are you doing here?
Planting daisies. what's it look like?
Came in on the case.
and you beat me here?
Well, brains trumps legs, apparently.
So, you found the game?
Yep.
Did you stop it?
Bobby?
[ breathing heavily ]
Not exactly.
What did you do?
I played, okay?
And?
I lost.
Are you kidding me?
You played some -- some he-witch?
Don't you take that tone with me.
You idiot!
they're my years! i can do what i want!
How many did you lose?
25.
We're not done.
So, you're saying that you're a mind reader.
[ irish accent ] ah, come on. no such thing.
but i can read people.
Take your lovely companion here.
I'd say, judging from her exquisite posture,
She used to be a dancer.
[ chuckles lightly ]
Not much of a drinker.
Very independent.
Looking for adventure.
Hey, man.
Excuse me.
Can i borrow you for a sec?
Oh, yeah. of course. great.
Good to see you.
Would you two please excuse me?
Sorry to cut you short
With mr. and mrs. easy marks over there.
Oh, no big.
Wasn't a total loss.
Look, i don't know what it is you think i did
To your wife or girlfriend,
Mother or sister,
But, uh, i just want you to know, my feelings were real.
That ain't my problem, man-witch.
You owe my friend some years.
Oh, that's what this is.
[ clicks tongue ] i'm sorry. he lost.
Them's the breaks.
Well, then un-lose him.
[ gun cocks ]
Oh, go ahead and shoot me,
If it makes you feel better.
Besides, i could use a good...
You know...tickle.
You want years? great.
Play me for 'em.
Fine.
[ raspy ] dean, no!
they're my years. i can do what i want.
[ coughing ]
Lozenge?
[ wheezing ]
What? it's barely linty.
Okay, well, suit yourself. just trying to help.
All right, all right. come on. let's do this.
You understand the terms?
Buy-in's 25 years.
Make it 50.
I like the cut of your jib.
lannraich gu dealrach a-nis.
25.
That's 25 years.
they go to him.
And he's cashing out.
Dean! bobby.
You sure?
Yes.
las suas agus cuir ÃÂ¡s an teine.
mar sin bitheadh.
That's 25 years you just pissed away.
Better be sure you can win them back.
[ slams chips ]
Shuffle up and deal.
[ chuckles lightly ]
This is gonna be fun.
Hey, dean?
You find anything?
Uh, you might say.
Who the hell are you?!
Dude, relax.
It's me.
Dean?
Hi.
What the hell happened?
I, you know... found the game.
You f--
i thought you said you were g-good at poker.
I am. shut up.
So, you were just gonna shoot some old guy? is that it?
i didn't know what you were. i mean, h-have you seen you?
You look like --
The old chick in "titanic." i know. shut up.
I was gonna say "emperor palpatine."
[ door thuds ]
[ door slams ]
I see you met john mccain there.
Yeah. either of you want to tell me what happened?
Bobby's an idiot. that's what happened.
Hey, nobody asked you to play.
Right. i should have just let you die.
and for damn sure, nobody asked you to lose!
It's like "grumpy old men."
Shut up, sam! shut up, sam!
What the hell were you thinking?
He's a witch.
He's been playing poker since guys wore tights.
You just don't get it.
Yeah, i get it, bobby.
You saw a chance to turn the hands of the clock back
And get out of that damn chair.
Pretty tempting.
[ scoffs ] i can imagine.
no, you can't.
You got me.
I never been paralyzed.
But i tell you something -- i've been to hell,
And there's an archangel there wanting me to drop the soap.
Look at me! my junk's rustier than yours!
you hear me bellyaching? huh?
A-actually, yeah.
Oh!
[ strained ] i'm having a heart attack.
No, you're not.
[ exhales sharply ]
What is it?
Acid reflux.
Guys your age can't digest certain foods.
[ exhales slowly ]
You're gonna need to put down that cheeseburger.
[ sighs ]
So, you want to keep emoting
Or you want to talk about solving this little issue of yours?
It's got to be about the chips.
I slid 'em across,
Patrick did his little witchy number,
And you prettied up in a hurry.
I mean, what are you all thinking?
Some kind of magic chips or something?
Definitely.
You remember what he chanted? yep -- every word.
All right, then let's find out where he stashes his chips.
And steal me 50.
Benjamin button me back into burger shape.
[ snorts ] what do you think?
I think you ought to put some clothes on.
[ knock on door ]
[ clears throat ]
Ready for housekeeping, sir?
Born ready.
[ chuckling ] you're just like my grandfather.
He hits on anything that moves, too.
You're adorable.
And dangerous.
Aw.
[ laughs ]
Can we just go?
[ engine revving ]
[ tires squeal ]
Man: guys, get some help! he came out of nowhere!
[ car door opens, closes ]
[ engine turns over ]
[ jazz music plays ]
What the hell?
[ laughing ] i got to say,
I kind of like the guy.
[ sighs lightly ] well, i'm out.
[ breathing heavily ]
Dean...
[ sighs ]
[ exhales sharply ]
[ jazz music stops ]
[ jazz music resumes ]
[ panting ]
[ jazz music stops ]
[ door opens ]
[ lock clicks ]
Sam?
Dime-store model.
Piece of cake.
[ groans ]
It's like "mission: pathetic." watch out.
[ dial turning quickly ]
i could have done that.
What are you doing?
Aren't you the chick from the bar?
I'm a lot more than that.
[ both groan ]
It's all right, sweetheart.
It's all right. they're harmless.
You boys want chips? take 'em.
They're just chips, einsteins.
It's showmanship.
This may come as a shock,
But the magic does not lie in a pile of crappy plywood
Or in any phony abracadabra.
It's in the 900-year-old witch.
You boys want years?
Score 'em the old-fashioned way.
Texas hold 'em.
Fine. let's do it.
What card am i holding up?
That's what i thought.
If your eyesight's that bad, what about your memory?
I'm not a murderer.
You, on the other hand...
No, sam. dean...
What, sam not much of a player?
Okay, well, happy trails, dean.
Enjoy the twilight of your life.
Should have taken better care of that ticker, though.
You're free to go.
Oh, but, sam...
Your brother's situation --
That's punishment enough,
But i can't let you leave
Without a small parting gift.
What are you doing?
You'll find out soon enough.
Let's get out of here, sam.
Dude...
I believe that he-witch gave you the clap.
[ laughs ]
[ strained ] little help here?
[ grunts ]
You know, i still think i should play.
No, no, no.
You're not good enough.
i'm better. bobby's way better.
we both lost.
Exactly.
So, what? so i don't get a say in this anymore?
Sammy, when you get to be our age --
You're 30, dean!
Look, i've watched you hustle plenty of poker --
Knowing the game is not enough, sam.
It's not about playing the cards.
It's about playing the other guy. i know that.
Well, hooray for you.
All i'm saying is, i played this guy.
I know his style. i can take him.
No, bobby. you don't have enough years in the bank.
I got enough.
No, you'll die if you lose, bobby.
So what if i do, huh?
what exactly am i living for, huh?!
The damn apocalypse?!
Watching men die bloody while i sit in this chair,
Can't take a step to help 'em?
Bobby...
No, no. it's the facts.
I'm old...
And broke down...
[ voice breaking ] and i can't...
I ain't a hunter no more.
I'm useless.
And if i wasn't such a coward,
I'd have stuck a gun in my mouth
Day i got home from the hospital.
Bobby, you are not playing again.
I'm not... letting you do that.
There's another way out of this. there's got to be.
And i'm gonna find it.
Take it.
It'll help you.
What is this?
The most powerful reversal spell you've ever laid your eyes on.
And it reverses what?
Patrick's work -- all of it.
You -- you saying i could be normal again?
You and everyone else he's ever played.
Who's still alive.
Why the hell should we trust you?
Trust me, don't trust me. i don't care.
The spell is real.
If it zaps everyone, don't that include your man?
And me, too.
I look good for my age.
Lady, this don't add up for squat.
Why would you want that?
I have my reasons.
Do it quick.
We leave town tomorrow.
[ poker chips clinking ]
Bet.
I sense you've got me by the jewels on this one, hesh.
I fold.
[ grunts ]
What are you up -- like 13 years there, hesh?
What do you say we call it a day?
[ chuckles ]
Thanks, patrick.
Hesh here is gonna live
To see his granddaughter's bat mitzvah.
Isn't that right, hesh?
[ sighing ] ohhh.
Thanks again, patrick.
Shalom, my friend. shalom.
[ chuckles ]
[ cards shuffle ]
That was nice of you.
I'm a nice guy.
What can i do you for?
[ cards shuffle ]
Deal.
[ dean grunting ]
Jawbone of a murderer. great.
[ breathing heavily ]
You know, this really sucks.
How do we even know her spell's gonna work?
We don't. but we ain't got a plan "b."
Now, less flappin' and more diggin'.
Oh, god!
[ moans ]
My elbows! i'm all creaky.
Hurry up, you crybaby.
Pound it up your ass, ironsides.
One little grave.
then you do it.
Fine. i'll hop right in.
Well, least your legs are numb.
Shut up and dig, grandma.
Oh!
Now it's my back! [ groans ]
Can you straighten up?
Yeah, but a little sympathy wouldn't hurt.
Butt cheek tingling?
Well, that's kind of personal.
So "yeah"?
It's sciatica. you'll live. keep digging.
You know, bobby...
Killing you is officially on my bucket list.
I like you, sam. i do.
You're smart, and your heart's clearly in the right place.
I can tell a lot about a guy by looking.
You mean you're psychic.
No. that'd be cheating.
I'm talking about good old-fashioned intuition.
Right. let's just play.
we are playing.
Does your big brother know you're here?
Bet five.
Didn't think so.
I raise.
Here you are, right...
trying to clean up their mess,
And they still want to sit you at the kiddie table.
You're not the little brother anymore, sam.
Then again...
...maybe you are.
You're in over your head here, sam.
I mean, you can keep making these moves --
You know...
Playing it cautious,
Playing the percentages.
But i'm still gonna kick your ass into the nursing home.
Does this armchair-psychology routine
Usually work for you?
[ laughs ]
you tell me.
You're the one who's losing.
Little break?
How's it going in there?
[ scoffs ]
how do you think it's going?
What about you? you have everything you need?
We still need a little he-witch dna.
He was chewing it.
Hurry up, dean. please.
All right. just keep him busy.
And, sammy...
Don't lose.
[ grunts ]
bobby: gairmidh mi air maponus, dia na hogalachd.
gairmidh mi air sucellus, dia na time.
till an-drÃÂ sda obair uile gu bheilair a bhith deÃÂ nta.
mar sin bitheadh.
Drop it in.
Well?
How do i look?
Question --
Is this what you meant to give your big brother?
The one you gave him never passed my lips.
Won't do a scrap of good.
I don't like cheating, sam.
[ gasping ]
Stop it! patrick, let him go!
He tried to kill us!
i did it! i gave him the spell!
[ panting ]
What?
Why...
Why would you do that?
You know why.
You know.
Keep...playing.
Everything we put in that spell was kosher.
Yeah, everything except the damn toothpick.
You got to go get a speck of dna.
Strap on your track shoes.
Oh, goody.
More stairs.
It's too damn clean in here.
First witch i ever heard of
Didn't spew bodily fluids all over the place.
Toothbrush, comb -- anything.
Well, look at you --
The percentage player betting the farm.
Awful transparent of you, sam.
I mean, if i had a monster hand like you have,
I'd trap you.
But you get so excited,
You bet yourself right out of a big pot.
[ sniffs ]
I fold.
Set of ladies, i'm guessing.
Nice bluff.
If we had time, i could make a real player out of you.
I got time.
[ chuckles ]
Maybe.
But i can't say the same for dean.
Your brother's gonna be dead soon.
And when i say "soon"...
i mean minutes.
The game's not over till i say it is.
Blinds.
[ grunts ]
[ groans ]
So, when it's about your brother,
You get so emotional,
Your brain just flies right out the window.
Good to know.
Go to hell.
I'm all-in.
[ sighs ]
Don't do that, sam.
I can't leave until it's over?
Fine. it's over.
Now, where's my brother?
Look, there's poker and then there's suicide.
Just play the hand.
Dean? dean, you there?
[ gasping lightly ]
Fine.
Dean?!
I'm sorry, kid.
Aces full.
[ gasps lightly ]
[ exhales heavily ]
You're crying.
[ sniffles ]
For a witch, you're so nice, it's actually kind of creepy.
It's okay.
It was a great hand.
Just...
...not as great...
...as four 4s.
[ chuckles lightly ]
[ scoffs ]
Well played.
You know, that whole...
Going-out-of-your-head bit --
Very method.
Well, there's more to you than meets the eye.
Cash these in for dean, please.
With pleasure.
Dean, you hear me?
Damn it, dean!
Idjit.
I can't do this.
Yes, you can.
Don't make me.
I don't want to win.
I buried my daughter.
And she looked like this.
It's not natural.
You knew...
When you decided to come with me.
This is what you wanted.
You're still young.
You're so beautiful.
you have me.
I miss my family.
[ gulps ]
I'm sorry, patrick.
I thought you loved me.
I do.
Sweetheart, of course i do.
I thought i was cut out for this,
But i'm not.
I don't think i can do this without you.
You got on okay for a long time before you met me.
Check.
All-in.
Thank you.
No tricks -- you actually beat the guy?
How the hell?
Just lucky.
Hey. i'll see y'all guys later.
Where you going?
Uh...
Mm, nowhere.
A booster shot.
Don't say it.
[ groaning ] well, i guess we can get the van loaded.
[ clears throat ]
I shouldn't have called you an idiot.
Which time?
I'm sorry.
I mean, i actually -- i-i...
I get it.
Getting old ain't a bachelor party.
and dealing with the crap you got to deal with...
Don't you go on pity patrol.
I'm not.
I'm not. i'm just...
I'm saying, you know, if i was in your shoes...
You'd never stop complaining.
Fair enough.
You're not useless, bobby.
Okay.
Good talk.
No, wait a minute. listen to me.
[ sighs ]
You don't stop being a soldier
'cause you got wounded in battle.
Okay?
No matter what shape you're in,
Bottom line is, you're family.
I don't know if you've noticed,
But me and sam, we don't have much left.
I can't do this without you.
I can't.
So don't you dare think about checking out.
I don't want to hear that again.
Okay.
Good.
Thanks.
Now, we done feeling our feelings?
'cause i'd like to get out of this room
Before we both start growing lady parts.
Yeah, we're done.
Let's go, ironsides.
oh, that one's sticking, huh?
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