Supernatural Page #6

SAM:

(with intense regret)

I’m sorry. I wish I could take it

back. You have no idea...

(then)

But you gotta understand-- I...

just had to get outta there. For

once, I wanted to be...

DEAN:

Normal? Cause... you’re pretty

much a freak.

SAM:

Not normal. Happy. You know.

Just... have friends. I think I

wanna marry Jess-- I mean, not now,

but one day. Raise kids-- kids who

won’t be terrified all the time.

Dean takes this in. Sentimental beat. But then, abruptly-

DEAN:

What a total load of crap-

SAM:

Wow. Thanks.

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DEAN:

I mean, pretending to be all fuzzy

and safe, when you know nobody is,

not with what’s out there. But

you’d rather jam your head in the

sand? Be some ulcered-up lawyer?

SAM:

It’s not that simple...

Meanwhile-- the RADIO. Playing softly throughout. Now

decomposes into STATIC. OUTSIDE, the wind picks up. The

guys don’t notice.

DEAN:

Yeah, it is. Can’t run forever,

Sammy. Sooner or later, you gotta

face up to who you are-

SAM:

Yeah? And who’s that?

DEAN:

You’re one of us. We may put thefun in dysfunctional, but we’re the

only family you got. And this

stuff is in your blood.

Sam contemplates this. A long beat. Then, mock solemn-

SAM:

Thank you, Obi Wan.

DEAN:

Bite me. I swear, man-

When Dean suddenly stops. He leans forward, hunching over

the wheel. Squinting into the black night.

SAM:

...what?

Abruptly, Dean flips the HEADLIGHTS, ILLUMINATING-- A PALE

FORM. CONSTANCE. Scuttling between the CORN STALKS. We

barely catch a glimpse before she vanishes again.

DEAN:

Come on!

Dean LEAPS out of the car. Plunges into the field.

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SAM:

Wait! I thought we were hanging

back-

(Dean’s already gone)

Dammit.

And Sam scrambles after his brother.

EXT. CORNFIELD - NIGHT

We INTERCUT between the brothers. As Dean SPRINTS, hard and

fast, deep into the cornfield, stalks WHIZZING past. As Sam

chases, trying (and failing) to catch up.

EXT. CORNFIELD - WITH DEAN - NIGHT

Until Dean slows. Panting. Catching his breath. He looks

up, realizing-- he’s alone. Lost in the middle of a mangled,

foreboding maze of corn. The stalks obscure everything; he

can’t see more than a foot or so in front of him.

SAM (O.S.)

Dean?!

DEAN:

Over here!

INTERCUT WITH:

EXT. CORNFIELD - WITH SAM - NIGHT

Sam. Alone. Panting. Also realizing he’s totally screwed.

DEAN:

This wasn’t such a hot idea.

SAM:

You think?

DEAN:

Well, maybe if you could keep up-

SAM:

Just keep calling out, okay? I’ll

come to you.

DEAN (O.S.)

Marco!

Sam rolls his eyes. Begins hacking his way through the corn.

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EXT. CORNFIELD - WITH DEAN - NIGHT

When... over Dean’s shoulder... a white FIGURE BOLTS between

the corn. Dean SPINS. Nobody there.

EXT. CORNFIELD - WITH SAM - NIGHT

SAM:

Dean...?

No answer. Only the wind WHISTLING through the field.

EXT. CORNFIELD - WITH DEAN - NIGHT

Dean. Vigilant. Eyes everywhere at once. She’s close; he

can feel it. Where is she? When is she going to lunge out?

EXT. CORNFIELD - WITH SAM - NIGHT

SAM:

Dean?!

When, out of the corner of Sam’s eye-- Constance DARTS

between the stalks! He pivots. Nothing.

EXT. CORNFIELD - WITH DEAN - NIGHT

Dean moves, slow and cautious. Long, languid, suspense-beat.

Then he turns... and suddenly spots something O.S. Somethinghorrifying, judging by his expression.

EXT. CORNFIELD - WITH SAM - NIGHT

DEAN (O.S.)

(with great alarm)

Sam! Sam!

Sam takes off like a shot. Scrambling to his brother, with

urgency. Stalks scratching his face and arms. Sprinting.

Until he slows... because he spots...

Materializing from the corn stalks... a CAR GRILL. In fact,

an ENTIRE TOYOTA, sitting incongruously in the middle of the

field. Troy Squire’s Toyota.

Sam steps closer. Flinches, as he notices-ANGLE

INSIDE TOYOTA. We’re looking out at Sam, through the

windshield. There’s a FIGURE slumped behind the wheel, out

of focus in the foreground. But we can tell the figure is

mutilated. Wet with crimson.

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SAM. Upset. Disturbed. When a HAND CLUTCHES his shoulder!

Sam shouts, whirls-- it’s Dean. Wearing a grim visage.

DEAN:

They’re all here. All the victims.

(beat)

But not Dad.

EXT. CORNFIELD - CRANE SHOT - NIGHT

In a wide OVERHEAD SHOT, we see-- Sam and Dean.

And FIVE CARS, sitting in the cornfield. Perfectly arranged,

like the spokes of a wheel-

BLACKOUT.

END OF ACT TWO:

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ACT THREE:

EXT. ROADSIDE MOTEL - DAWN - ESTABLISHING

A garish, 50’s style NEON SIGN-- THE STAGECOACH INN. A

single-story, cinderblock motel.

INT. MOTEL ROOM - DAWN

Sam sits on one of the beds, studying a puzzle of NEWSPAPER

CLIPPINGS spread before him. When his CELL PHONE CHIRPS.

On the cell phone display screen-- JESSICA CALLING.

ANSWER... or IGNORE.

Sam wants to pick up. But what the hell’s he gonna say? He

punches IGNORE. Then, Dean enters-

SAM:

You call 911?

DEAN:

Yep.

SAM:

(rolls his eyes)

You tell ‘em your name was Ted

Nugent?

DEAN:

You know I did.

(then)

What’ve you got there?

SAM:

Bad news. I’ve been looking at the

dates of the disappearances. First

one was a Wednesday. Then the

following Tuesday. Then a Sunday.

Goes on like this.

DEAN:

I don’t follow.

SAM:

It’s a pattern. The days betweenvictims. 5 days. Then 4, 3, 2.

Next is one. It’ll be tonight.

Meanwhile, Dean is scooping up his keys and wallet, pulling

on his jacket, etc. Not really listening.

DEAN:

Nice work there, Matlock.

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SAM:

Um. What are you doing?

DEAN:

I’m packing up my toothbrush,

what’s it look like?

SAM:

Wait, you wanna take off?

DEAN:

Get on the ball, son. Our grumpylittle hitcher’s stowing her

victims in the cornfield. Dad,

Dad’s pick-up-- not in the

cornfield. So sing along with me-

SAM:

(dry)

He’s probably not one of her

victims, I know.

DEAN:

He’s probably not even in Sanger.

Who knows if he ever came, in the

first place? Anyway, doesn’tmatter, we’ll find him.

SAM:

(beat)

We’re not leaving. Not until we

deal with Constance.

DEAN:

What? Sammy. We don’t have time.

We got more pressing matters here.

SAM:

We’ll make the time.

DEAN:

Where’s this coming from? I

thought you’d wanna ditch.

SAM:

I do, believe me. But people aregetting hurt...

DEAN:

You know, last couple of years, alot of people were getting hurt,

and where the hell were you?

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SAM:

(simply)

Well. I’m here. Now. And I’m not

gonna walk away, and let more

people die. So I’m hunting this

thing. With or without you.

DEAN:

You’re a stubborn bastard.

SAM:

Runs in the family, I guess.

(then)

Dean... he’d want us to stay.

Hell. Think of what he’d do to us

if we left.

A long beat. Dean thinks. Then, he SIGHS--

DEAN:

Do to us? Man, you know I’d blame

everything on you.

(Sam smiles)

So... what are you thinking?

SAM:

Well... just to mix things up a

bit, I was thinking this time, we

should actually have a plan.

DEAN:

And what’s that, smart ass?

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