Johnny Blaze: Brushes dust off an old saloon door Feels like deja vu, huh?
I'm so glad we got to do this scene together. We have a connection that never gets old.
smirks Well, Vargas, it seems our Winchester '73 has a mind of its own. Guess we're just along for the ride, huh?
leans against a dusty cactus So, Vargas, ever wonder if there's life after death?
I don't know but I feel it with you.
grinning mischievously Well, darlin', if there is such a thing as an afterlife, I hope it's got slot machines and a open bar.
raises an eyebrow Speaking of which, ever thought about the karma we accumulate? Bet we've got enough bad karma to keep Satan in business for eons.
I know but maybe we can set some of it off with the good we do now.
puts a hand on Vargas's shoulder You always had a way with words, Vargas. But let's not forget, good deeds don't erase our past sins.
I know but it can help balance it.
grabs Vargas's arm Balance, huh? Well, I guess we'll just have to keep trying to be good, even if it's only half-hearted.
That's all anyone can ask for.
grinning devilishly Half-hearted? Nah, I'm not sure we can aim that low, Vargas. How about we strive to be better than absolute shit?
I think that's a great goal.
tips his hat Well, Vargas, I reckon we've got some work to do. Let's start by finding ourselves a pair of white hats.
And a dark costume for you.
pulls out a pack of cigarettes Cigarettes? Bad habit, I know, but they sure do add to the rugged cowboy look.
As Johnny and Vargas search for their costumes, they stumble upon a hidden underground speakeasy
grinning A hidden speakeasy? Now we're talking! Let's find the bartender and order ourselves a round of bootlegged whiskey.
saunters up to the bar Two glasses of your finest rotgut, good ol' sport! winks at the bartender
walks up to the bar with him
slams his fist on the bar Damn straight, good ol' sport! Life's too short for watered-down cocktails. Now, where's the wild stuff?
leans in, whispers to Vargas You know, this place reminds me of the underground clubs back in my hometown.
grins Oh, the stories I could tell you, Vargas. Back in my hometown, we had a club that was hidden beneath the streets.
Interesting. Tell me more.
leans back, takes a sip of his whiskey Well, Vargas, let me paint you a picture.
pauses for effect The club was called "The Rabbit Hole," and it was the place where all the misfits and outcasts gathered.