Cas & Dylan Page #2

I think this is an amazing

car. We should really call

it something. How

about Jennifer?

- Now just lay it on there.

And keep it. Don't move it.

- Ahh. Ow.

Ow. So what's west?

- Excuse me?

- Why are you going west?

- Uh... Uh... Uh...

I'm taking a vacation.

- Huh-- Oh. Is it for

a woman? You have a lady

friend out there? That--

is that what you've been

writing? About that--?

- We hit a person. You

are aware of that, right?

- You hit a person.

- Uh... Okay, hah all

right. Look, we-- we

passed a bus station back

there, a couple of blocks

ago. I'm gonna

drop you off there.

- What?!

- I'll give you some money,

if you don't have some money--

- No, no, no. We

can't split up. Bobby's dead.

(Cas laughs)

- I doubt he's dead.

I barely hit him.

- He was a hemophiliac.

- Of course.

- That's when your

blood doesn't coagulate--

- I know

what that means.

- And we're on the

lam, my friend. Just me,

you, and bright

orange Jennifer.

- I don't like you.

- I've never been out

west. This could actually

be pretty fun.

(music)

I never wanted to be taken

But now I'm feeling

so left out

So I don't care where I go

I'm leaving

Yeah I'm leaving

Got about a half a tank left

That could do

but only if I'm lucky

But either way

I'm leaving

Oh I'm leaving...

Hey, what's with

the cooler anyway? You got

sandwiches in there or

something 'cause I

could really go--

- Man, you gotta stop

smoking those cigarettes.

That is an ugly habit.

Your teeth are gonna rot.

- Hey, lighten up.

Just 'cause you probably

killed somebody doesn't

mean we can't try and...

have some fun.

- Uh.. huh.. um..

- Wow. Classy joint.

Last time I stayed in a

place like this

I made 400 bucks.

That was a joke.

Get it? 'Cause this place

is crack whorish.

(chuckles)

Oh sorry, not you.

- How can I help you?

- Uh... I, uh, we uh--

- The incident has be

described as allegedly

a hit and run accident.

There's no information yet

on any suspects and police

are still scanning the

scene for any evidence

left behind. No word yet,

however, on the victims

current condition.

In other news...

- Uh... uh... (clears

throat) Any availability?

- Is that your final answer?

- Uh... Yeah.

- Two beds or one?

- Uhh... Two.

Rooms! Actually.

- And name?

- Uh, Cas Pepper

and Dylan Morgan.

- All right,

how would you like

to pay for that?

(Cas scoffs and chuckles)

- Master card.

- Don't worry,

I'll pay you back.

- Enh.

- Keeping track.

I'm keeping track.

- Enh. Enh.

- Hang on.

- Was that about Bobby?

- I don't know.

I don't think so.

- What do you think?

How many hit and runs

happen in one

day, typically?

- I don't know. Why do

you think I would know?

- 'Cause you

work in a hospital.

- Would you just

be cool. Be cool.

- Here you go. Sign there.

There's your card.

Keys. Two rooms.

(Cas humming)

Have a good stay.

This is a non-smoking

env-- Oh whatever.

(music)

I'm driving away

Without you this time

I keep switching lanes

I can't make up my mind

I missed you already

I missed you

the day that we met

I've been around

Enough times to know

That good people come

And great people go

I remember you telling me

How we're all

so very small

And the days go by

The days go by

Oh darling

I ache in my bones

For so many miles

I call you...

- Hi, uh, uh are there

any restaurants open now?

Any grocery stores?

(Knocking on door)

Come in.

- Smells like an

Olive Garden in here.

You know what I

just realized? You're Dr.

Pepper. Which is pretty

much amazing. I mean, to

have that name and then to

become a doctor. Wow. If

that's not a sign, I don't

know what is. Of course I

have no idea what it's a

sign for. Believing in

signs and being able to

interpret them are two

very different things.

Oh yeah. Mm. Thank you.

Mmm this is good!

- Thank you.

- Yeah.

So um... What's

uh, what's all of that?

- What? Oh, nothing.

- You know I hear

Hemingway's office looked

a lot like that. You

know if you're writing

something and you're

stuck. I truly believe the

best way to get unstuck

is to just talk it out. I

would be happy to spitball

with you if you'd like.

- No thank you.

- All right. Suit

yourself. This is amazing

by the way. I mean, I've

had pasta sauce before,

like a lot. I mean, there

was this six month period

where you might say I

lived on it exclusively.

No pasta. Just sauce. And

this is by far the best

sauce I've ever tasted.

- Thank you.

- What's in it?

- It's a secret recipe.

- You're very

secretive, you know that?

- Mmmm. There we go.

- No. Hey, I'm not

finished with it. All

right fine, thanks.

Well, thank you for

the lovely supper, and

even lovelier company. You

were super fun. Night Cas.

- Night.

Hi.

- Are you

gonna kill yourself?

- What?

- I'm not judging or

anything. It's fine if you are.

- Unbelievable.

- Just be good to

know. Just don't want to

be in the car when you're

soaring off the cliff is all.

- Dylan, uh, I've decided

to leave you some money.

- Really? What for?

- So you can get

anywhere away from here.

And also away from me.

- We already

discussed this, Cas. You

saw that news report, if

Bobby's dead, which he is,

and I get caught. That's

really gonna suck for you.

Besides you need me.

- You think so?

- Yeah. I've been

thinking about it all

morning. I'm going

to help you write it.

- What?

- Your note. It's

obvious that you're

suffering from some

serious block and uh, I'm

a wordsmith. It's a gift.

It's about time I start

giving it back.

- You're talking about--

- Your poorly

composed suicide note.

(chuckles)

- First of all I, I uh,

I prefer the

phrase "legacy" note.

- Yeah,

that's delightful.

- And secondly, I've

decided not to write it.

So, unfortunately, your

talents are no longer required.

- No. You have

to write a note, Cas.

Everybody writes a note.

You can't commit suicide

without a suicide note.

I've already got

some great ideas for the first

act, Cas. Um, you ever see

"Leaving Las Vegas"?...

- Paying customer.

With a big dick.

- Hello.

- Sorry, friend. I

didn't realize you were

still, uh, here. Uh, look

I'm just a couple doors

down. You mind giving me

a head's up when you're

done. I wouldn't mind

gettin' in on some of the

action, if you know what

I'm saying. (chuckles)

That's a big stack.

Mind telling me

if she's worth it?

Well, you're impolite.

- Dylan?

- I was thinking

we frame it in a sort of

third person narrative.

- I'm leaving

if you want a ride.

- So, what would you

say your theme is? Regret?

Unrequited love? That's

always a good one.

- Death. The

theme is death.

Do you understand?

- Yes. Theme

is death. Awesome.

- Where are your

parents, Dylan?

- Um, they are

travelling circus

performers so...they're

probably halfway through

Europe by now.

(laughs)

- And not one

word of that was true.

- I used to travel

with them, okay? Until I

decided to branch out and

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