Supernatural

OVER BLACK-

LAWRENCE, KANSAS. 1982.

EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD STREET - NIGHT

A small town American HOME on a small town American street.

We DRIFT UP towards a warm, lighted yellow WINDOW, on the

second floor. As we float closer, we spy inside... a WOMAN.

Standing beside a crib. She holds a TODDLER.

When, suddenly... the window GLASS SHIMMERS. RIPPLES, as if

it were liquid. Just for a moment. Blink and you miss it.

INT. HOUSE - NURSERY - NIGHT

INSIDE THE CRIB. An INFANT BOY, a few months old. SAM.

MARY HARRISON, late 20’s, gently beautiful in a genuine,

maternal way. She leans her 3-year-old son DEAN over the

crib’s edge. Dean kisses the baby’s forehead.

YOUNG DEAN:

‘Night, Sammy.

Now Mary leans over, kisses Sam.

MARY:

Goodnight, love.

Mary carries Dean to the doorway, where her husband JACK

HARRISON, 30, waits. Jack flips off the lights.

JACK:

Sam. You sleep through the night,

and you can have Dean’s room.

Jack leaves the door open a crack.

On Sam. Beat.

Then... the FISHER-PRICE MOBILE, above his crib, begins to

spin, silent, of its own accord.

On the dresser. A TEDDY BEAR CLOCK TICKS, soothing. But

then it abruptly stops. Frozen.

A Casper the Friendly Ghost NIGHTLIGHT flickers...

2.

INT. HOUSE - MASTER BEDROOM - LATER THAT NIGHT

A BABY MONITOR, on a nightstand. (We also see Jack and

Mary’s WEDDING PHOTO-- he’s wearing naval whites.) The

baby’s PIERCING CRIES, through the monitor receiver.

Mary groans awake. Looks over. Jack isn’t in bed. Still

the baby bawls.

INT. HOUSE - UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - NIGHT

Mary shuffles down the hall. Opens the nursery door, peers

in. Pitch-black inside. But Mary discerns a FIGURE hunched

over the crib.

MARY:

Jack? Is he hungry?

FIGURE:

Shhhhh.

Mary holds up her hands-- okay, sorry. She turns away.

But when she reaches her bedroom door, she stops. Noticing--

At the other end of the hall... the stairwell. A pale,

dancing, ghostly light. Coming from downstairs. Maryfrowns. What the hell?

She moves toward the shimmering glow. Cautious.

At the stairs now. Bare feet padding down the steps.

Until, finally, Mary reaches the bottom, to see-INT.

HOUSE - FAMILY ROOM - NIGHT

Jack. Asleep in his La-Z-Boy. An old movie on the muted TV.

MARY:

Oh my God.

Mary spins, BOLTS up the steps!

INT. HOUSE - NURSERY - NIGHT

Mary BURSTS into the nursery, flips on the light. And

whatever she sees O.S., it causes the color to drain from her

face; her breath to come in short, panicked bursts.

MARY:

(a whisper)

...get away from him...

3.

INT. HOUSE - FAMILY ROOM - NIGHT

Coming from upstairs, Mary’s terrible, ragged SCREAMING!

Jack LUNGES out of his chair-JACK

Mary?!

As Jack takes the steps two at a time, Mary’s screaming

abruptly snuffs out.

INT. HOUSE - NURSERY - NIGHT

Jack explodes into the nursery. Mary’s not there. He moves

up to the crib. The baby’s okay, thank God, though he’s

bawling, inconsolable. Jack holds Sam, confounded-JACK

Mary...?

Jack is about to exit the room, to search for his wife, when

he stops. Sensing something. He turns back, noticing-

INSIDE THE CRIB. Plink. A dime of crimson red appears on

the Sesame Street mattress. Plink. Then another. Another.

They’re drops. Drops coming from above.

Jack looks up at the ceiling. His face twists into equal

parts anguish and terror.

JACK:

...no...oh my God no...

ON THE CEILING. MARY. Impossibly splayed out, as if it were

the floor. Eyes wide open, glassy. Dead.

Jack barely has time to react, before...

Sizzling. BLACK LINES, BURNING THEMSELVES into the wall.

Spiderwebbing. Some horizontal, some vertical. At first, we

don’t realize what it is. But then it takes shape.

A message. Branded into the wall, in charcoal black letters

four feet high-

COMING FOR YOU:

The message smolders and IGNITES. Flames curl the wallpaper.

Spreading fast. A smoke alarm BLARES, piercing.

Outside, in the hallway, Dean begins to push open the nursery

door, crying, terrified.

4.

YOUNG DEAN:

Mommy?! Daddy?!

Snapping to lucidity, Jack carries baby Sam out of the room.

Snatches up Dean with his other arm, before the boy enters.

JACK:

No, Dean. Don’t look, okay? We

gotta go.

Jack darts quickly for the stairs.

Out the front door.

CUT TO:

EXT. HOUSE - NIGHT - FEW MINUTES LATER

An angry BLAZE. Firetrucks. In a few hours, when they

finally extinguish the flames, there won’t be much left.

Jack. Across the street. Holding, comforting his two sons.

TIGHTER. Jack. Watching the house burn. Fire illuminating

his expression, reflecting in his eyes.

His jaw sets in pain and FURY-BLACKOUT.

END OF TEASER:

5.

ACT ONE:

OVER BLACK-

STANFORD UNIVERSITY. PALO ALTO, CALIFORNIA. PRESENT DAY.

EXT. STANFORD CAMPUS - NIGHT

A BLOODY CORPSE walks, casual, across the quad.

It takes a drag off a Marlboro. And shakes its head at-- SAM

HARRISON, 23, clad in a gray T-shirt and jeans. Sam walks

beside his girlfriend JESSICA, dressed as a sexy nurse.

LUIS:

(the zombie)

...I gotta tell you, Sam, if your

sorry ass was trick or treating myhouse, there’d be no popcorn balls

for you.

SAM:

(gross)

You gave out popcorn balls?

LUIS:

Don’t change the subject. You

could’ve at least gone as the

slutty version of something.

Slutty Dorothy, slutty Alice,

slutty nurse-

JESSICA:

Hey!

LUIS:

I didn’t mean you.

SAM:

Sorry, man, what can I say? Just

never been a big fan of the whole

thing.

LUIS:

What are you, a communist? Who

doesn’t like Halloween?

Sam doesn’t respond... but something flits across his

expression, that the others don’t notice.

INT. THE 901 CLUB - NIGHT

Scruffy hang-out. Halloween party. George W. Bush throws

back shots with Bill Clinton and Dracula.

6.

Jessica sits at a tall, round table. Watching Sam and Luis

play darts. Sam THROWS-

JESSICA:

...but Sam, I think it’s crazy.

Luis, tell him he’s crazy.

LUIS:

You’re crazy.

Thwak. Thwak. Thwak. THREE DARTS pierce a DART BOARD.

Dead bulls-eyes, crowding the tiny center.

LUIS:

(dismay at the game)

Dude...

SAM:

I don’t see what the big deal is.

JESSICA:

It’s Thanksgiving. I mean, is

there any holiday you don’t have a

problem with? Why would you work

through Thanksgiving?

SAM:

(playful)

Hmm. Let’s see. Oh yeah-- mycrushing loan debt.

JESSICA:

Ha, ha.

Luis throws his darts. Shitty.

LUIS:

Dammit!

SAM:

Seriously, if I don’t catch up and

clerk my ass off, Judge Carlton’s

gonna slaughter me. And there’s

about twenty other students just

dying to take my place.

JESSICA:

Even he takes off Thanksgiving...

SAM:

It’s not like I have any big plans

or anything.

7.

JESSICA:

(gingerly)

You could always... go home.

SAM:

Yeah, no, that would be a tiny

bit... excruciating.

Sam’s turn again. Another three bulls-eyes. Luis GROANS.

JESSICA:

Why? What is so terrible about

your family?

There’s ground here that Sam doesn’t care to tread. So, as

usual, he turns it into a joke.

SAM:

Nothing. We were just like the

Huxtables. Only with a lot more

shouting and browbeating.

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