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The Impala. Pouncing down the I-5 like a panther. The

engine THUNDERS. The exhaust belches oily, black smoke.

Defiantly un-P.C.

INT. IMPALA - MOVING - I-5 FREEWAY - DAWN

Open window. Wind. Loud music. Dean grins. Enjoying thesimple, visceral pleasures of movement. Sam rides shotgun.

Filing through a messy cardboard box of CASSETTE TAPES. He

glances up, noticing-

ON THE DASH. Several rows of sturdy SWITCHES. (Nothing toofancy; they look like Dean installed them.)

SAM:

See you made a few modifications.

Dean turns down the BLASTING music.

DEAN:

What?

SAM:

I see you made a few modifications.

DEAN:

Yeah. Couple tricks. Couple

treats.

SAM:

(returning to the box)

I swear, man. You gotta update

your cassette tape collection.

DEAN:

What’s wrong with ‘em?

SAM:

Well, for one, they’re cassette

tapes. And two-

(reading labels)

Black Sabbath. Motorhead.

Metallica. It’s the Greatest Hits

of Mullet Rock.

21.

DEAN:

Maybe I should put on some “Spin

Doctors.”

SAM:

(beat)

I was eleven. You’re never gonna

let me live that down, are you?

DEAN:

Hey, you bought the album, Little

Miss Can’t Be Wrong.

SAM:

Well, how ‘bout the radio? Maybethere’s something from this

century.

DEAN:

House rules, Sammy. Driver picksmusic, shotgun shuts his cake hole.

SAM:

You know. “Sammy” is a chubby 12year old. I’m Sam, okay?

DEAN:

(turns music WAY UP)

What? Music’s too loud.

EXT. I-5 FREEWAY - DAWN

The muscle car accelerates, ROARING off into the rising sun.

EXT. SANGER, CALIFORNIA - MORNING

A SIGN:
“Welcome to Sanger, California, U.S.A. America’s

Christmas Tree City.” But below, taped to the SIGNPOST--

MISSING POSTERS. Four different faces stare out from

oblivion. Haunting.

The Impala motors down Main Street. Past red-brick

storefronts (many of them closed, or boarded up). A white

church. And everywhere-- MISSING POSTERS. There’s a vaguely

ominous, almost otherworldly feeling here. A pall has fallen

over this small town like a shroud.

INT. IMPALA - MOVING - SANGER, CALIFORNIA - MORNING

SAM:

(on his cell)

...okay, thank you.

(clicks it shut)

(MORE)

22.

SAM (CONT'D)

So that’s it. Sanger Hospital, the

morgue, every listed hotel and

motel. About every bar, too-

Dean shoots Sam a harsh look at that last one.

SAM:

No one even close to fitting Dad’s

description. So what do you think?

The car slows at the only stoplight. The boys see-- a WOMAN,

LITTLE GIRL in hand. Taping up a fresh batch of missing

posters, emblazoned with her husband’s photo. The LITTLE

GIRL stares at Sam and Dean. It’s unsettling.

DEAN:

I think if we wanna find Dad, we

gotta find out what the hell’s

happening around here.

EXT. COUNTY SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT - DAY

A small, modest brick structure. Currently, the lot is

OVERWHELMED with news trucks, REPORTERS, FBI Sedans, etc.

The Impala parks beside the circus.

INT. IMPALA - SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT - DAY

As Dean shuffles through a THICK STACK of I.D. cards-

SAM:

No. Forget it. We can’t.

DEAN:

Why not?

SAM:

Well, mostly because impersonating

a Federal agent is illegal.

DEAN:

And...?

SAM:

Hello? Trying to be a lawyer here.

DEAN:

Would you chill? You’ve gottenvery type-A, this past year...

Dean picks the correct I.D. card. Grins.

DEAN:

Here it is.

23.

INT. COUNTY SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT - BULLPEN - DAY

CLOSE ON THE I.D. Now in a slim leather wallet. As a

forgery, it’s flawless. Dean’s photo, beneath the SILVER

STAR SEAL of the United States Marshals Service.

DEPUTY JAFFE, 40, mostly harmless, holds it. He looks over

these two young men in their street clothes. Sam hangs back,

tense and tight-lipped.

DEPUTY JAFFE:

...aren’t you two a little young

for Federal Marshals?

DEAN:

Deputy Marshals, actually, and

thanks, that’s kind of you to say.

Meanwhile, the inside of the department is just as chaotic as

the outside. Crowded with tired, overworked staff.

INSIDE A GLASS OFFICE. SHERIFF PIERCE, 50’s, severe and

strict-looking, converses with two dark-suited FBI AGENTS.

DEPUTY JAFFE:

Well, take a number, boys. FBI’s

already muscling for rank. You can

talk to Sheriff Pierce when he’s

done with ‘em, but it’ll be a few

hours at least.

DEAN:

Few hours? Look, our boss wants a

status report, and he wants it

yesterday. How ‘bout you just give

us a lay of the land?

DEPUTY JAFFE:

And what makes you think I got thetime?

DEAN:

(irritated)

Listen, Barney-

When Sam intervenes. Surprisingly collected-

SAM:

Hey. We’re all Deputies here, and

we’re all under the gun. So can

you help us out? Please, just afew minutes? Then I promise, we’ll

blow right outta here.

24.

OFF Deputy Jaffe. Considering-

INT. SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT - EVIDENCE ROOM - DAY

Sam and Dean follow Deputy Jaffe into the room. Dean is

reading from a clipboard.

DEPUTY JAFFE:

...so here’s all the evidence we

collected off Centennial Highway.

And by that, I mean a whole lotta

nothin’.

The EVIDENCE TABLE is covered in typical roadside debris--

soda cans, crumpled fast food wrappers. Sam looks it over.

DEAN:

Any eyewitnesses?

DEPUTY JAFFE:

Not at the time of disappearance.

It’s always the same. Victims are

last seen turning onto Centennial,

or heading towards it. But

somewhere along that road... poof,

they’re gone. And I mean gone, not

even tire treads, it’s... weird.

Sam spots something amid the junk. He lifts it with a pen.

An OLD SILVER NECKLACE, with a tarnished (and MEMORABLE) ROSE

PENDANT. Discarded long ago. Still, it seems out of place.

DEAN:

So what’s the popular theory?

DEPUTY JAFFE:

That it’s some kinda stolen car

ring. We’ve been shaking down chop

shops.

DEAN:

(reading the clipboard)

Yeah, I see that. Ford Taurus,

Mercury Topaz, Honda Civic. These

are hot rides.

SAM:

All four victims were male?

DEPUTY JAFFE:

Five victims, and yes.

Sam and Dean both stop. Look up.

25.

SAM:

There’s been another?

DEPUTY JAFFE:

Just last night.

DEAN:

(with some worry)

Middle-aged man?

DEPUTY JAFFE:

(with a tinge)

High school kid. Name’s TroySquire. He was coming home from a

Halloween party.

SAM:

You know him.

DEPUTY JAFFE:

Everybody knows everybody here.

Dog dying’s a city-wide tragedy.

So... five people missing...

Sam looks at the Deputy with sympathy.

INT. SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT - BULLPEN - DAY

Sam and Dean head for the front entrance. When they pass

Sheriff Pierce and the two FBI Agents.

SHERIFF PIERCE:

(brusque; suspicious)

Can I help you with something?

DEAN:

No, sir, we were just leaving.

(nodding to the FBI)

Agent Mulder. Agent Scully.

As the boys walk on-

SAM:

So... no eyewitnesses...

DEAN:

No. But, we put our ears to the

ground, we’ll probably pick up somewhisper or rumor about this thing.

And you know the best place for

that-

26.

EXT. SANGER HIGH SCHOOL - DAY - ESTABLISHING

Home of the Fighting Cougars. On the detachable-letter SIGN:

WE MISS YOU, TROY.

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