Supernatural (TV Series)

Provenance (2006)

Jared Padalecki: Sam Winchester

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• Sam Winchester : I don't understand, Dean. We burned the damn thing!

  Dean Winchester : Yeah, thank you, Captain Obvious.

• Sam Winchester : What kind of house doesn't have salt? Low sodium freaks!

• Sam Winchester : You all right?

  Sarah Blake : No, actually, I just lied to the cops and told them I went to Evelyn's, alone, and found her like that!

  Sam Winchester : Thank you.

  Sarah Blake : Don't thank me, I'm about to call 'em right back if you don't tell me what the hell's going on. Who's killing these people?

  Sam Winchester : What.

  Sarah Blake : What?

  Sam Winchester : It's not who, it's what, is killing those people.

  [Sarah looks at him, confused] 

  Sam Winchester : Sarah, you saw that painting move.

  Sarah Blake : No. No, I was, I was seeing things! It's impossible!

  Dean Winchester : Yeah well, welcome to our world.

  Sam Winchester : Sarah, I know this sounds crazy, but we think that that painting is haunted.

  Sarah Blake : You're joking.

  [pause] 

  Sarah Blake : You're *not* joking. God, the guys I go out with.

  Sam Winchester : Sarah, think about it. Evelyn. The Telescas. They both had the painting. And there've been others before that, wherever this thing goes, people die. And we're just tryin' to stop it. And that's the truth.

  Sarah Blake : Well then I guess you better show me. I'm coming with you.

  Sam Winchester : What? No. Sarah, no, you should just go home. This stuff can get dangerous, and... and I don't want you to get hurt.

  Sarah Blake : Look, you guys are probably crazy, but if you're right about this, well me and my Dad sold that painting, and we might have got these people killed. Look, I'm not saying I'm not scared, because I am scared as hell, but I'm not gonna run and hide either. So are we going, or what?

  [she walks out the door] 

  Dean Winchester : Sam? Marry that girl.

• Sarah Blake : [watching Sam and Dean dig up a grave]  You guys seem to be uncomfortably comfortable with this.

  Sam Winchester : Well, this isn't exactly the first grave we've dug. Still think I'm a catch?

• Dean Winchester : Grant Wood? Grandma Moses? What?

  Sam Winchester : Art History course. It's good for meetin' girls.

  Dean Winchester : It's like I don't even know you.

• Dean Winchester : It's the third bone yard we've checked. I think this ghost is jerkin' us around.

  Sarah Blake : [to Sam]  So this is what you guys do for a living?

  Sam Winchester : Not exactly. We don't get paid.

• Sarah Blake : Look, I'm a big girl, Sam. And it's not your job to make decisions for me. There's always a chance of getting hurt...

  Sam Winchester : I'm not talking about a broken heart and a tub of Haagen-Dazs. I'm talkin' about life and death.

  Sarah Blake : And tomorrow I could get hit by a bus, that's what life is! Look, I know losing somebody you love, it's terrible. You shut yourself off, believe me, I know. But when you shut out pain, you shut out everything else, too.

  Sam Winchester : Sarah, you don't understand, the pain that I went through... I can't go through it again. I can't.

  Dean Winchester : Am I interrupting something?

• Sam Winchester : Why are you trying so hard to get me laid?

  Dean Winchester : Why are you trying so hard to *not* get laid?

• Dean Winchester : And what was the... providence?

  Sam Winchester : Provenance. It's a certificate of origin, like a biography, you know? We can use 'em to track the history of the pieces, see if anything's got a freaky past.

  Dean Winchester : Huh. Well, we're not getting anything outta Chuckles, but uh, Sarah...

  Sam Winchester : Yeah. Maybe you can get her to write it all down on a cocktail napkin.

  Dean Winchester : Not me.

  Sam Winchester : Oh, no no no no. Pickups are your thing, Dean.

  Dean Winchester : It wasn't my butt she was checking out.

  Sam Winchester : in other words, you want me to use her to get information.

  Dean Winchester : sometimes you gotta take one for the team.

• [Sam sees the painting is back in its frame after they torched it] 

  Sam Winchester : Oh My God!

  Sarah Blake : What?

  Sam Winchester : Uh... that painting... looks so good.

  Sarah Blake : If you can call that monstrosity good, then, yeah... I guess.

  Sam Winchester : So, what do you know about that painting?

  Sarah Blake : Not much, just that it creeps me out. We sold it to the Telescas at a charity auction the night they were murdered.

  Sam Winchester : Yeah, and you're just gonna sell it again?

  Sarah Blake : As much as my Dad wants to, no. I won't let him. I think it'd be in bad taste.

  Sam Winchester : Good. Yeah, you know what? Don't, don't, make sure you don't, okay?

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

  Sam Winchester : No, no, God, no, not in buying it, no. You know what? I gotta go, I've gotta take care of something. But um, I will call you back. I will call you. I'll see you later.

• Dean Winchester : I think we need to take a little shore leave; just a little bit. What do you think, huh?

  [gestures towards girl sitting at the bar] 

  Dean Winchester : I'm so in the door with this one.

  Dean Winchester : I'm so in the door with this one.

  Sam Winchester : [glances at her]  So what are we today, Dean, um, rock stars? Are we Army Rangers?

  Dean Winchester : Reality TV scouts looking for people with special skills. Well hey, it's not that far off, right?

• Sam Winchester : [agitated]  I'm telling you man, I'm sure of it! Painting at the auction house, Dad is looking down.

  [shoving the copy from the history book across to Dean] 

  Sam Winchester : Painting here? Dad's looking out! The painting has changed, Dean!

  Dean Winchester : Ah, so you think that uh, Daddy Dearest is trapped in the painting and is handing out Columbia Neckties like he did with his family?

  Sam Winchester : Well yeah, it seems like it. But if his bones are already dusted, then how're we gonna stop him?

  Dean Winchester : All right, well if Isaiah's position changed, then maybe some other things in the painting changed as well, you know, could give us some clues.

  Sam Winchester : What, like a Da Vinci Code deal?

  Dean Winchester : I don't... know, I'm just still waitin' on the movie for that one. Anyway we gotta get back in and see that painting.

• Sam Winchester : Dude, enough already.

  Dean Winchester : What?

  Sam Winchester : What? Ever since we got here you've been tryin' to pimp me out to Sarah! Just, back off, all right?

  Dean Winchester : Well you like her, don't you? All right, you like her, she likes you, you're both consenting adults...

  Sam Winchester : What's the point, Dean? We'll just leave! We always leave!

  Dean Winchester : Well I'm not talkin' about marriage, Sam!

  Sam Winchester : You know, I don't get it. What do you care if I hook up?

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

  [pause, Sam makes an exasperated noise] 

  Dean Winchester : You know, seriously Sam, this isn't about just hooking up, okay? I mean I, I think that this Sarah girl could be good for you. And I don't mean any disrespect, but I'm, I'm sure that this is about Jessica, right? Now I don't know what it's like to lose somebody like that, but... I would think that she would want you to be happy. God forbid have fun once in a while. Wouldn't she?

  Sam Winchester : [softly]  Yeah I know she would.

  [Dean nods] 

  Sam Winchester : Yeah you're right. Part of this is about Jessica. But not the main part.

  Dean Winchester : What's it about?

  [pause, Sam looks away] 

  Dean Winchester : Yeah, all right.

• [inside the Merchant family crypt; Sarah notices a doll entombed above the daughter's urn] 

  Sarah Blake : Okay, that right there, is the creepiest thing I've ever seen.

  Sam Winchester : I 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 right next to the headstone or crypt.

  Dean Winchester : You notice anything strange here?

  Sarah Blake : Uh, where do I start?

  Dean Winchester : No, that's not what I mean. Look at the urns.

  Sam Winchester : Yeah, there are only four.

  Dean Winchester : Yeah, Mom and the three kids. Daddy Dearest isn't here.

• Sarah Blake : I don't mean to be forward, but, a girl could wait here forever. Is there something here, between us, or am I delusional?

  Sam Winchester : You're not delusional...

  Sarah Blake : But, there's a "but" coming.

  Sam Winchester : But... I don't think this would be a good idea.

  Sarah Blake : Can I ask why?

  Sam Winchester : 'Cause I like you.

  Sarah Blake : Wait, you, you lost me.

  Sam Winchester : Look, it's hard to explain. It's just that when people are around me... I don't know, they get hurt.

  Sarah Blake : What do you mean?

  Sam Winchester : I mean like physically hurt. With what my brother and I do, it's...

  [pause] 

  Sam Winchester : Sarah... I had a girlfriend. And she died. And my Mom died, too. I don't know, it's like... it's like I'm cursed or somethin', like death just follows me around. Look, I'm not scared of much, but if I let myself have feelings for anybody...

  Sarah Blake : You're scared they'd get hurt too. That's very sweet... And very archaic.

• Dean Winchester : hey, hey, hey. I'll stay here, you go make your move.

  Sam Winchester : [snorts in derision, gets out of car and slams door] 

  Dean Winchester : sam, i'm serious.

  [turns on radio to loud love song and looks at sam] 

• [about the painting] 

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

  Sam Winchester : Well *I'd* say, it's more Grant Wood than Grandma Moses. But you knew that. You just wanted to see if I did.

  Sarah Blake : Guilty. And clumsy, I apologize. I'm Sarah Blake.

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

  [she turns to Dean, who is stuffing his face] 

  Sarah Blake : Dean! Can we get you some more mini quiche?

• Librarian : You said the Isaiah Merchant family, right?

  Sam Winchester : Yeah, that's right.

  Librarian : I dug up every scrap of all the history I could find. So uh, are you boys crime buffs?

  Dean Winchester : Kind of, yeah. Why do you ask?

  Librarian : Well.

  [he pulls out an old newspaper page with the headline "New Titanic Sinks"; underneath is a smaller article titled "Father Slaughters Family, Kills Self"] 

  Dean Winchester : Yes, yeah, that sounds about right.

  Sam Winchester : The whole family was killed?

  Librarian : 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.

  Sam Winchester : Why'd he do it?

  Librarian : [turning the paper over]  Well, let's look.

  [reads] 

  Librarian : Uh, people who knew him described Isaiah as having stern and harsh temperament. Controlled his family with an iron fist, uh, wife, uh, two sons, adopted daughter, uh yeah, there were whispers that the wife was gonna take the kids and leave, um, which of course, you know, in that day and age... So instead, Old Man Isaiah, well, he gave 'em all a shave.

  [draws a hand across his throat in a slitting motion; Dean laughs briefly] 

  Dean Winchester : Does it say what happened to the bodies?

  Librarian : Just that they were all cremated.

• [about the girl's ghost] 

  Dean Winchester : [on cell]  How're we gonna waste her?

  Sam Winchester : I dunno, she was already cremated, there's nothin' left to burn.

  Dean Winchester : Well then how's she still around?

  Sam Winchester : There must be somethin' else.

  Sarah Blake : Sam wait! We used to handle antique dolls at the auction.

  Sam Winchester : Well that's fascinating Sarah, but important right now?

  Sarah Blake : Well back then, they used to make the dolls in the kid's image, I mean everything, like they, they would use the kid's real hair!

  Sam Winchester : Dean? Sarah says the doll might have the girl's real hair. Human remains, same as bones.

  Sam Winchester , Dean Winchester : The mausoleum!

• Sam Winchester : [brothers enter disco style room, camera pans around while music plays]  huh.

  Dean Winchester : [at the same time as sam]  huh.