Supernatural Page #7

EXT. MARJORIE BRUNSON’S HOUSE - BACKYARD - DAY

MARJORIE BRUNSON, 50’s, is a hardscrabble woman; her life

hasn’t been easy. She stands with Sam and Dean, as she hangs

BEDSHEETS on a clothesline, billowing in the stiff breeze.

MARJORIE:

...Constance, she was shy. Kind.

But sad-- I think that’s what I

remember most. Ever since the day

she moved in.

SAM:

I’m sorry. Moved in?

MARJORIE:

Well, yes. I adopted her.

(disapproving)

(MORE)

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MARJORIE (CONT'D)

Young man, I’ve had reporters

around before. Most of ‘em get

their facts straight.

DEAN:

I apologize, ma’am. He’s just acub reporter, pretty green.

(Sam shoots a dirty look)

So Constance was an orphan?

MARJORIE:

Not at first. Her parents, good

people, they died in a car

accident. Constance was 11 at the

time, poor thing.

(beat)

...I use her room for storage now.

But I can show you boys a few

things. Come on.

Sam and Dean follow Marjorie into the house. We HOLD ON the

backyard, on the clothesline-- as the BEDSHEET seems to take

on a WHIRLING FORM. A silhouette. Of a WOMAN. Then, justas quickly, it’s gone.

INT. CONSTANCE’S OLD BEDROOM - DAY

A HIGH SCHOOL PORTRAIT of CONSTANCE. Enigmatic expression.

Sam holds the photo. Lifting it from a cardboard crate of

teenage-girl belongings.

Meanwhile, Dean stands with Marjorie, amidst the room’s

stacked boxes and sheet-covered furniture. This is difficult

for Marjorie to discuss-

MARJORIE:

When she got a little older, she

started acting out. Drinking, God

knows what else. But even then,

you could see this... hurt in her

eyes. But she kept it to herself.

Like a secret.

Now Sam digs a DIARY from the crate. Inside, the usual

girlish bubble-cursive. But also... a phrase, on almost

every page, often multiple times: “I can never go home.”

Sam looks up. Thinking. What does that mean?

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MARJORIE:

Then... that day in June. She was

hitchhiking-- which I always begged

her not to do-- and that was it. I

never saw her again.

DEAN:

Joseph Burroughs, he picked her up?

MARJORIE:

Police say he kept her locked up in

his trailer, outside of town.

Almost a year, before he shot her.

And they didn’t even fry the

sonofabitch, he’s up at Folsom.

Put that in your article.

DEAN:

Which cemetery is Constance buried

at?

MARJORIE:

Well. Her headstone’s at Hughes

Creek. But she’s not buried

anywhere. Least, nowhere I know.

SAM:

(reacting to this)

I thought they found her.

MARJORIE:

(pained)

Some of her.

DEAN:

Ms. Brunson. This is important.

What, exactly, did they find?

EXT. MARJORIE BRUNSON’S HOUSE - OUT FRONT - DAY

Sam and Dean walk down the sidewalk... a parade of small

town, all-American homes. Moving to the Impala-

SAM:

...if all they found were blood and

skull fragments, that means her

corpse might still be out there-

DEAN:

And if her body’s not at rest,

then neither is she--

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SAM:

So that’s it. We find the remains.

Give ‘em a proper burial.

DEAN:

Actually, I was thinking more “burn

‘em into dust,” but yeah, we had a

good groove going up until then.

SAM:

So how do we find them?

DEAN:

From the one guy who knows.

SAM:

Joseph Burroughs? You want us to

stroll into prison and have a

little chat?

DEAN:

No. I want you to.

(Sam stops)

What? You’re the lawyer... geek.

SAM:

Dean. It’s impossible.

DEAN:

Folsom’s over 200 miles away. We’d

never make it there and back before

nightfall. You gotta go, make him

tell you where she’s planted. Then

call me, I’ll be here waiting.

(beat)

You’re not scared of a tiny wittle

serial killer, are you?

SAM:

No, I mean, it’s impossible. You

can’t walk into a prison without 72

hour notice and visit anyone, much

less a serial killer.

DEAN:

Fine. I’ll go. And you can dig up

the corpse.

SAM:

(stops; looks at Dean)

...I’ll figure something out...

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DEAN:

Quid pro quo, Clarice.

SAM:

Shut up.

DEAN:

Come on. You’re gonna need wheels.

Let’s go hot-wire you some.

SAM:

No. You’re not stealing me a car.

DEAN:

What do you wanna do? Rent one?

EXT. CENTENNIAL HIGHWAY - DAY

Sam putters up to Folsom, in a rented GEO. Not nearly as bad-

ass as the Impala.

INT. SAM’S RENTAL CAR - MOVING - DAY

Sam, on his cell phone. Looks like he’s having a root canal.

SAM:

...Judge Carlton, hi, it’s Sam

Harrison. Yes, sir, I do know I’ve

been missing some work. I had kind

of a family emergency. Sir, I was

hoping I could ask you for a favor.

(wincing)

Yes, sir, I know... yes, very thin

ice...

EXT. FOLSOM STATE PENITENTIARY - AFTERNOON

Sam’s GEO pulls up to Folsom’s main gate-- a single gap

between formidable stone walls.

Sam. Staring up at the prison. The place is a fortress, a

medieval castle. OVER the next few shots, we HEAR-

FOLSOM OFFICER (V.O.)

...I just spoke to your Judge

Carlton. This is a hell of an

exception we’re making.

SAM (V.O.)

I appreciate that.

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INT. FOLSOM STATE PENITENTIARY - SERIES OF SHOTS - DAY

Sam. Getting patted down at the Registration Station.

Dumping the contents of his pockets into plastic trays.

Walking through a series of BARRED DOORS, that open and CLANK

shut, as he passes through. OVER which-

FOLSOM OFFICER (V.O.)

You will not be allowed personal

items in the visiting area. You

are not to give anything to, or

receive anything from, the inmate.

You are to maintain a safe distance

from the inmate at all times. You

understand?

INT. VISITING ROOM - AFTERNOON

Sam sits at a mounted steel table. When JOSEPH BURROUGHS,

40, enters the room. Bland face, glasses; the “quiet

neighbor” type. He’s cuffed. GUARDS, stationed at the

walls, keep a close eye, as Burroughs sits.

SAM:

Thank you for seeing me.

BURROUGHS:

I don’t get many visitors. You a

law student or something...?

SAM:

I’m writing a paper, I was hoping

for some information.

BURROUGHS:

About what?

SAM:

Constance Weld.

Burroughs TENSES. His face hardens into granite.

SAM:

I just need to know-

BURROUGHS:

I’m not talking about her.

SAM:

I need to know where she’s buried.

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BURROUGHS:

(through gritted teeth)

In a cemetery.

SAM:

No. Where you buried her.

BURROUGHS:

We’re finished here.

INT. MOTEL ROOM - SANGER - LATE AFTERNOON

The motel phone. Dean waits for it to ring. He glances out

the window. The sun is setting. Portentous storm clouds

gather on the horizon. Distant lightning.

DEAN:

Come on, Sam.

INT. VISITING ROOM - CONTINUOUS

SAM:

You have to tell me-

BURROUGHS:

Guard-

SAM:

Someone’s going to die tonight, if

you don’t tell me...

BURROUGHS:

(stops; a beat)

What?

SAM:

Constance. She’s out there.

Killing people.

BURROUGHS:

(waving off the guard)

Sorry. We’re okay.

(to Sam)

Constance is dead.

SAM:

Look, normally at this point, I’d

bust out my “truth is out there”

speech, but we really don’t have

time. She’s dead, yes-- and she’s

still hitchhiking. Men are pickingher up, and she’s slashing them.

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Burroughs reacts to this-- but for now, he keeps his cards

close to his chest.

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